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The Directors

By: bbonz



Ted watched his wife Melissa intently as she toyed with the margarita glass. It was still half full, most of the ice had melted, the outside streaked with beads of sweat. When she finished it, they would go, the check having already been paid, with a substantial tip for their waitress. And why not? He was feeling extravagant. He'd be getting laid tonight, be having crazy jungle sex that lasted for hours, and why shouldn't everybody share in his good fortune? Monetarily, at least. 

His wife's face had begun to flush deeply, color spreading down her thin neck and across her chest, deepening the already dark shadows in the cleft between her breasts. Her long blond hair framed the reddening area, as if channeling the heat from her face along the length of her body. Her dark blue eyes regarded him with a hint of amusement. She knew what he was thinking, and was probably considering how long to make him wait. 

He knew, and knew that she knew, that the point was already moot. The circumstances of this dinner, of the entire weekend, had already been defined. The clock had already been set in motion. And the flush of heat spreading throughout her body ensured that the next step would inevitably follow the first. And that she could no more stop it than he could hurry it along.

The hard nuggets of her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her halter top stood as proof that her body would betray her, no matter what delays she had in mind. Beneath her short skirt, trapped inside silken panties, her pussy would be slowly preparing, the lips engorging, the inner walls moist and slippery. Uncomfortable, yes, but nothing compared to the lust and desire that was sure to be emanating from that hidden spot, racing along the pathways to her limbs, her mouth, her anus and every pore of her skin. It was an order she could not long ignore. 

Ted sat back, content to wait it out. After all, he had all the time in the world. This was more than a simple date night, a quick dinner followed by a hurried hour of sex, trying to get it all in before the relatives returned the kids home. No, this time they'd done it right. Gotten her parents to watch the kids for the whole weekend. Reserved a room at a hotel across the state in a romantic vacation spot. Arrived early on Friday evening without stressing out about how long it would take to make the drive. 

She took another couple of gulps of her drink. She was suddenly in too much of a hurry to take elegant sips. She cocked her head and smiled. "Ready?" she asked, as if there could be any other answer than yes. He allowed his gaze to drift up from her stiletto heels, along her stocking clad legs, past the promising folds of her skirt, skimming her flat midriff, settling for a moment on her prominent breasts, before traveling up to meet her eyes.

"What do you think?" he said smiling, having just undressed her visually.

"Ready," she answered simply, tossing back the rest of the drink and rising from her seat.

The hotel room was perfect for what they had planned. Located at the end of a corridor, it shared only one wall with the rest of the hotel. The headboard was against an outside wall. And opposite were large windows with a view of the beach and water, now covered with heavy drapes. Nobody in another room to hear them. And nobody to disturb them.

The door had just clicked shut when Melissa literally pulled him onto the king-size bed, her hand reaching for his crotch and the manhood within. Much as he wanted to follow her lead, he forced himself to be the responsible one and restrain her. They still had to call the kids and tell them goodnight. Then, and only then, would they be ready to throw aside all inhibitions and get to the main event.

She wasn't usually the eager beaver. In fact, she was usually pretty shy and unadventurous in bed. Early in their marriage, her inhibitions had even led to a bit of contentiousness between them. All his efforts to get her to be more adventurous and spontaneous had failed miserably. And then they had discovered The Mix. 

They'd found it quite by accident. Melissa had been sick with allergies. Her doctor had given her a prescription for medication. The medicine had led to a bout of coughing, for which she'd taken an over-the-counter cough medicine. And then, in a desperate attempt to get some sleep, she'd downed a couple of shots of whiskey.

The results were not what they'd been expecting, which was a calming of the cough and a quick transition into a drunken stupor. Instead, she attacked him, quite literally attacked him, ripping off his clothes and demanding to be fucked right... that... very... minute! Completely uninhibited, she'd stripped off all her clothes, spread open her pussy lips so he could "see what he was getting into," and dropping to her hands and knees so he could "fuck her like an animal." Her nipples had been hard, her cunt dripping wet, her eyes wild with desire.

With the door closed and the kids playing just a few feet away in the living room, they'd had to be vey quiet. Not that easy with Melissa wanting nothing more than to slap their bodies together, joined only by his fat dick in her slippery pussy. He'd fucked her missionary and then doggy, leaving his load in her mouth, which she only let him do on special occasions. When it turned out that she was still not sated, he'd eaten her out while she screamed her orgasm into a pillow. And even that wasn't enough for her. 

After giving her a vibrator to keep her attention, he'd quickly dressed and put the kids down to bed. Fortunately, thery were of an age where the book reading and endless trips to the bathroom for drinks of water were at a minimum. Still, he carefully followed all the rituals to ensure that he and Melissa would be uninterrupted for the rest of the night. Nothing was more of a kill-joy than a visit from a child in the middle of a lovemaking session. Though he was beginning to think even that wouldn't stop his wife on this night.

He returned to the room to find Melissa on her hands and knees on the bed, completely naked, her ass canted up at him and her hands stretching her ass cheeks apart. 

"Take whatever you want," came the muffled offer from his wife, her face shoved into a pillow. God she was horny! It didn't take long for his cock to stiffen, and even less time for him to strip off all his clothes. If a facial cumshot was a rarity for his wife, anal sex was even more infrequent. But he wasn't about to question her motives. His cock stood out dangerously in the dusky light of the bedroom, and her ass was smooth, round and soft, in direct contrast to his dick. It felt inevitable that one should penetrate the other. 

He sighed in pleasure as his cock found its way inside her tight anus. She'd put a few drops of oil there to help his penetration, and it helped. He slid in smoothly, pressing down, down, down, until his balls were squeezed against her ass cheeks and his cock was deep inside her void. He mounted her like a dog, and using his hands on her butt for balance, he stroked in and out of her strongly and effortlessly. Her anus, always very tight, provided a heavenly sheath for his manhood, and as always he wished they could do it like this every night. 

So gone was she in the throes of lust that she didn't even protest about germs when he decided to move his cock down to her throbbing cunt hole. Thus freed, he spent a long time moving from one hole to the other, alternately wetting his tool with her cunt juices and then squeegeeing it off with her tight anal ring. He'd never fucked her ass long enough to see it gape, but when he saw it like that for the first time, it made him even more eager to fuck the living daylights out of her. 

They'd fucked like animals for much of the night, each coming up with an idea to top the previous one, as if competing to see who could be the most decadent and carnal. When he'd finally spewed a ribbon of jizz across her quivering tits, he'd thought they were done. But even after all that, after the countless orgasms large and small, she was still driven for more sex. She finally fell asleep with his cock in her mouth, absently tonguing him in the hope that she could inspire one more erection to assuage her sexual desires. 

The next morning, she hadn't been embarrassed in the least. She described the feeling she'd had as being urgently euphoric, like an itch that couldn't be scratched sufficiently, and a compulsion that made her try harder and harder no matter what happened. The euphoria combined with urgency had been one of the most enjoyable, blissful feelings she'd ever felt.

"If that's what people on hard drugs feel, then I feel sorry for them," she'd commented. "The compulsions are way too strong to ignore. And the feeling of joy that you get when you're feeding that compulsion really is very addictive. I never wanted to stop."

Over the next few months, their experiments to duplicate the effect had been both exciting and comical. Melissa wanted to feel that way again, but only under controlled conditions. It was OK to shed her inhibitions with her husband. Not so OK to do so in a bar filled with drunk cheating husbands. 

They quickly discovered that the allergy medicine on its own did nothing but, obviously, control her allergies. The cough medicine alone controlled her cough, and often put her to sleep. Not very conducive to wild sex. And the two together put her to sleep faster, creating more than a bit of frustration for Ted, who always went into each experiment expecting a good, long fuck. Jacking off while looking at his nude, sleeping wife hadn't been an ideal alternative. 

Adding alcohol to the mix was definitely the detonator. But even that had to be done in a certain order, in a certain amount, at a certain time. More times than not, Melissa simply fell asleep, many times accompanied by a loud snoring that literally drove Ted to another room in order to find enough quiet to sleep.

Sometimes, they got the desired effect, but it would last only an hour, leaving Melissa exhausted and Ted unsatisfied. Finally, about six months after their accidental discovery, they replicated the results. That night, they fucked in a dozen positions, like actors in a porn movie, and Melissa had orgasmed during almost every one of them. She didn't neglect his needs either. In her urgent desire to be violently penetrated, she'd brought him off three times, worshipping the creamy hot cum as it covered her face, filled her cunt and erupted inside her bowels. Leaking jizz from every hole, exhausted and mostly satisfied, she'd finally dozed off with his cock grasped in her fingers. 

Unfortunately, with the kids always around, it was tough to plan another overnight sex romp. Under those conditions, Melissa had a tendency to get loud and wouldn't be shushed, and that might lead to questions from the kids that were best left unanswered. Or unasked, for that matter. And so he had planned this trip. And gotten very lucky to receive this large, mostly soundproof hotel room.

Even as he reached for the phone to call the kids, Melissa loosened his belt and pulled his pants and shorts down, revealing his cock to be more than halfway erect. She pulled at him insistently and, knowing that she wouldn't stop, he knelt on the bed so she could take his hardening dick into her mouth. This was going to be a difficult phone call.

His mother picked it up after a few rings. "Helen, it's Ted. Just wanted to let you know we arrived safe. The kids haven't driven you crazy, have they?"

A short laugh. "No, I'm just busy spoiling them to death. You don't even want to know what they had for dinner. Did you want to talk to them?" Helen wasn't one for small talk, at least with him. And it didn't take a detective to figure out why they'd gone away for the weekend. Though he doubted that she suspected that her darling daughter was giving him a blowjob even as they spoke. Or would she? Ugh. It was just too perverted to contemplate.

"Yeah, Helen. Put them on. Just wanted to say goodnight. The first night can always be a little iffy, even if they're staying with the Grandma who spoils them too much."

The next few minutes were some of the most excruciating he'd ever experienced. It was extraordinarily hard to concentrate on what his daughters were saying when his wife kept trying to get at his cock, even though he'd forcefully pushed her away so he wouldn't be getting a blowjob while talking to his daughters. He'd even moved across the room, but to no avail. She'd followed him and even though he faced the wall, her lips and tongue were busy kissing and licking his bare ass. The distraction was hard to shut out.

Finally his eldest asked the question he dreaded: Could she talk to Mommy? Completely unbidden, the thought crossed his mind to tell her that Mommy's mouth was full and she couldn't talk. Then he mentally whacked himself for thinking such a thing. Then he promised himself that he would punish his wife for making him have to think such a thing and have to whack himself. Then he told his daughter, "Mommy's at the pool and she might not be back until after you go to bed. So we'll see if she can talk to you tomorrow." 

They said their goodbyes. Even as he was pressing the handset button to end the call, his wife had captured his cock in her hot, wet mouth again, sucking it back to its full stiffness. His legs wobbled and he had to lean against the wall to maintain his balance, so acutely did the waves of pleasure shoot through his body. Finally, light-headed and extremely horny, he pulled away and gestured for her to return to the bed. 

Somewhere along the line she'd removed all her clothes and it took only a second for him to finish stripping out of his. His erection stood out like a predatory animal, ready to strike in less than a blink of an eye. Even in the air conditioned room he could feel the heat emanating from her body, coming off it in waves of lust and desire. It permeated the whole room, changing what had been a playful mood into something more urgent and primal. 

She lay on the bed and he tried to lay beside her, planning to suckle on her sensitive nipples for a while, drawing out the tension a bit more. But she was having none of that. With surprising strength, she rolled him atop her and thrust her groin upwards, capturing his erection between her legs, until the rough, engorged head of his cock lay just inside her swollen pussy lips. Another thrust by her and he found himself inside the wet tube of her cunt, her hole as steamy as the inside of a sauna. 

He luxuriated in the sensation, the wetness of her, the strong grip her cunt had on his dick. He slid back and forth in her slowly, her groans and gasps competing in his ears with the throbbing of his blood. Twice he pulled himself completely from her, delicately balanced above her, teasing her pussy lips with the head of his cock, before letting gravity pull his full weight down, to plunge his fuck spear deep into her hole.

He was close to cumming. Close enough to be thinking about the best place to cum. Deep inside her hungry cunt? All over the outside of her smooth pussy? Across her trembling tits? Or splashed on her lips and face? Thinking of her face covered in his jizz reminded him of something. He still owed her for how she'd teased him during that phone call! He had to get his revenge. 

He pulled himself from her, his cock leaving her cunt with an audible pop, her juices gleaming in the bright lights. He'd left all the lights on for a reason. Not only was this going to be an all-out fuck-a-thon, but he planned on doing a few things that Melissa just wasn't fond of during normal situations. Such as using a camera to photograph her. And doing some experimenting in the soft bondage realm. Of course, he respected her enough to ask for permission before they'd left. But after she'd said Yes, he'd decided he would definitely take full advantage of the situation. 

She whimpered and reached for him as he rolled off the bed, the Mix having stripped away all of her inhibitions. Watching her seductively rub her pussy, it was hard not to give into temptation and fuck the living shit out of her. His fantasies could wait a few minutes, couldn't they? 

No. He was determined to play things his way. Reaching into their goodie bag, he pulled out four lengths of rope. Working quickly, he tied her wrists and ankles to the bed frame, leaving her spread-eagle naked on the bed. 

"Now what are you going to do with me, sailor?" she purred, wriggling her body in a most pleasurable way.

In answer, he pulled the camera from the bag and started snapping pictures of her helpless body. Looking at her through the camera lens, he began to focus on the details of her body in a way he hadn't in a long time. The way her breasts remained full and plump atop her chest, even though her arms and body were stretched flat against the bed. The brown contrast of her nipples against the soft flesh of her boobs, visually beckoning him to suckle on the hard nuggets. The strong cords of muscle in her neck, twisting as she occasionally fought against the bonds. Her flat, taut stomach, leading to a shapely waist and sexy hips. The way her spread legs formed a directional V, pointing up towards the swollen lips of her pussy, while the V of her pussy patch pointed down to the same seductive target. Her long legs. Her muscled calves. Her dainty ankles. The way her painted toenails stood out bright against the white sheets. 

He recorded it all, discovering her anew even after all their years of marriage. With each picture he wanted her more, his erection getting so hard it was almost painful. Yet even then he stopped himself. If he was to be in control of her, then he would most certainly remain in control over himself. And there was so much more he wanted to try before rewarding himself with a long, hard fuck. 

"I hope you're going to give me copies of those," she said throatily, writhing upon the bed once more.

"Ah, that's not what you said last time I wanted to take pictures of you," he reminded her, kneeling on the bed so he could shoot down at her.

"Hmmmm," she murmured, "that was before. Now I'm starting to enjoy you watching me. It gets me hot. And the thought of you jacking off to those pictures gets me hot, too," she added, suggestively running her pink tongue along her lips. "Is that all you're gonna do? Take pictures?"

He'd actually been planning to put the camera down and penetrate her hot pussy, if only for a little bit, just to quench the burning longing in his groin. But her last statement sounded like a challenge, and damned if he was going to be manipulated like that. 

"Actually, I might have something else you might like," he said, reaching back into the goodie bag. Keeping his surprise hidden until he'd crawled between her legs, he pulled it out dramatically, watching appreciatively as the sight caused her to gasp, getting her attention even through the chemically-induced haze clouding her mind. It was a new toy he'd bought online, just for this weekend. Nine inches of big, black, fat, veined, plastic cock, with a gargantuan head and a thick, nasty shaft. It was so wide, he could just barely get his fingers around it. And now he really had her attention as he waved it slowly back and forth in front of her, a cobra getting ready to strike. He'd read that such dildos were often cast from the dicks of porn stars. If that was the case with this one, the original owner was probably very popular with the ladies. Very, very popular.

"It's gonna be too big," Melissa warned, her eyes never leaving the big dildo. 

"Not if it's well-lubricated," Ted replied, a wicked grin on his face. "I wonder how we can do that? You have any ideas, babe?" he teased. "After all, it's in your best interest to get it done." He crawled over her and held the tip of the black cock just above her mouth, close enough that all she had to do was lift her head in order to get her lips on it. She moaned, her imagination igniting her lust, fueled by the knowledge that he would soon be forcing that behemoth inside her cunt. 


The Directors Ch. 02



Breakfast was, as expected, more than a bit awkward. Not only did Ted have the unpleasant task of telling Melissa that they were being blackmailed, but he had to convince her that it was, in fact, reality, and not some story he'd concocted to get her to agree to another night of wild, uninhibited sex. 

The story itself didn't convince her. She replied that he didn't need to go to such extremes in order to get her to have another sex session the coming evening. Though she didn't remember very much, she was still sore "down there," which meant she must've had a good time and would be interested in having a good time again. For Ted, her reference of "down there," instead of referring to her body parts in more graphic terms, like "pussy" or "cunt" meant that she was no longer under the influence of The Mix. Which in turn meant that she could look at the whole situation with a clear head and find a way out of it before their scheduled command performance that night. Hopefully.

Upon showing her the pictures he'd received the prior night, Melissa had blushed deeply and told him to put those away. They were in a public place, for heaven's sake. They weren't enough to convince her, though, as she did sort of remember him taking pictures of her. Though she was a little concerned about how, and most importantly where, he'd had those pictures printed out. Had someone at the local photo printing store seen her? And when did he have time to get them printed?

It was the list of email and print addresses that the blackmailers had used to pound him into submission that finally made her believe him. That complete and alphabetically arranged list was just a little too much detail for this to be a prank. With that realization, the blush that had covered her quickly turned white as she blanched at the thought of someone not only watching them have sex, but recording it and threatening to make it public. 

Suddenly not very hungry, they paid for their breakfast, bought a couple of donuts and some coffee to go, then drove to a nearby park overlooking the lake. It was early enough on a Saturday morning that the park was nearly deserted, save for a couple of joggers making their determined way along the city's scenic hiking path. They had the place to themselves. Still, Ted kept the windows mostly up so no one could overhear as he told his wife the sordid details from the previous night's activities, from the answering of the phone call to the arrival of the pictures to the threats and finally his acquiescence to the whole nasty affair. 

As he spoke, Ted both wished that Melissa would come up with a solution to the problem, but a tiny part of him hoped that she wouldn't. The former would mean that they wouldn't have to complete the deal that he'd agreed to in the heat of the moment. But it would also mean that he hadn't been smart enough to figure a way out on his own. A failure he would have to live with for the rest of his life. 

Melissa asked several good, pertinent questions. Ted answered as best he could. But even after hashing it out over and over, neither of them could find a fool-proof way out of the predicament. That was the most frustrating part. Their best play, to call the blackmailers' bluff, was also the most dangerous. She had their children to protect, a teaching career on the line, and he had the entire family and their reputation to protect. Playing the odds with all that on the line was a bluff they couldn't make. They both agreed that the blackmailers didn't even have to send out pictures to everyone on the list. That was a nuclear option when all they needed was a surgical strike. A few, select emails to the Superintendent of Schools, to his employer, to a couple of people on the subdivision board would do plenty to tarnish their reputations without exposing the blackmailers to much scrutiny. It would be that easy.

"There's more," Ted said softly, after Melissa had been quiet for far too long, her thoughts on the horrible predicament they were in. 

"More? What more could they want?" Melissa asked, anger beginning to take the place of self-pity. If she got her hands around just one of their necks...

"More as in this," Ted replied, pulling out the slip of paper he'd found that morning on the floor by the hotel room door. He handed it to her to read, its contents already burned into his memory.

He'd found the paper first thing in the morning, as he made his way to the bathroom. Memories of the prior night's activities were swirling around his brain, a mix of a particularly erotic dream and a sadistically neurotic nightmare. His had mind snapped back to reality the second he felt that paper crunch under his bare foot. For only a micro-second did he think that the hotel management had somehow made a mistake and mistakenly checked them out of the room. Then he realized that it must be a communication from "them." One he couldn't let Melissa see until all had been explained to her. 

Standing in the bathroom, silently swearing, both aware and uncaring that they might be watching him, he read the letter:

"Congratulations. You have completed night one of your sexual adventure. We're sure you enjoyed yourself – we have the proof – and are looking forward to additional adventures tonight. To help make your stay as exciting as possible, we ask that you spend part of your day purchasing a few helpful accessories for this evening's activities. Best of all, you'll get to keep your new toys when you head home, as a token of this weekend's adventures. Remember, failure to comply with these simple instructions would be construed as a breach of contract, and would force us to unleash all the penalties we have previously discussed.

"You may purchase the following items at any of the four addresses listed on the reverse of this letter. Please be assured that this list has been created just for you. There is no possibility that these purchases will tie you in any way to any other couples that may have participated in our program before you. 

"NOTE: Today's activities will begin promptly at 8 P.M. Please do not be late.

You are to purchase... "

Ted had scanned the rest of the letter, eyes still blurry from the night before, the awful fluorescent lights making the words on the paper swim in and out of focus. The language in the letter sounded like it had been written by a 16-year-old who watched too many lawyer shows, or maybe a first-year law student with the adolescent humor of a 16-year-old. Either way, the items they had to purchase were very exact, and Ted wondered briefly if the authors had used the same Adam & Eve catalog that he'd used. The note had everything except the SKU number for each item.

Ted waited until his wife had read the whole note, front and back. She'd surely noted, as had he, that one of the stores was located on the interstate about a half hour away. Surely far enough away, and with enough impulse traffic, to ensure that nobody would connect their purchase with anything to do with their hotel. Unfortunately, it was still only 10 a.m., which meant they had to try and act normal while filling the time between now and the time the store opened. 

"Well, I'm not going to brood about this and let it ruin our weekend away," Melissa said resolutely, crumpling up the letter and dropping it on the floor of the car. That surprised Ted, because he had actually planned to brood about it all day and let it ruin their weekend away.

"So, whaddya wanna do?" he asked, taking her hand and squeezing it reassuringly. 

"Let's go do what we were going to do," she replied, squeezing him back. "A stroll through the University gardens sounds good, before it gets too hot. And lunch at that place that was featured on that food channel. I want to try that. And since we'll be out that way, we'll take care of this..." She kicked the balled-up letter. "Then, we'll see how tired we are. Maybe back to the hotel for a swim. Or something..." She let it trail off meaningfully. Ted looked at her in wonder. She wanted to go back to the hotel room? Even though she knew they could be spied on at any moment? Amazing. 

"I suppose we should get the ingredients for The Mix," Ted added, starting the car.

"Maybe. Maybe not," his wife replied, staring out over the lake. "We'll see."

Of course, despite their best efforts at replicating normality, the evening's scheduled events did weigh on them. At first they offered apologies to each other when something slipped out. But by lunch time they were making jokes about it. They both shared a morbid, disrespectful sense of humor. So it was an easy way to cope with their unease. 

After a lunch that was as good as the television pundits had promised, and several stiff drinks, they found themselves in the parking lot of the highway sex shop. It was appropriate that they were half drunk and acting like scandalous teenagers, Melissa remarked. They'd look like most of the people who visited the establishment together. Except for the truckers, Ted said with mock alarm. Hopefully they weren't half drunk. Or acting like scandalous teenagers.

They decided they would, by mutual consent, fulfill the spirit of the list, if not the actual letter of it. So there was no need to memorize all the little details. Just to get items that worked the way they should. And if their tormentors didn't like that, well, fuck 'em. "Fuck up the ass!" Melissa added for effect.

First on the list was a double dildo, long and pliable. Available in the choice of pink or purple. "Not sure what they have in mind for this," Ted told her. "But if they think the other end of this is going to penetrate my body in any way, they have another think coming."

Melissa didn't reply, but did thrust it provocatively in his direction, causing him to quickly back up and almost knock over a display of vibrators, which caused Melissa to get the giggles even more loudly. The staff, perhaps inured to such childish behavior, completely ignored them.

Next up was a cock ring for Ted. After examining several, Melissa discreetly consulted the list that she'd shoved in her pocket, and found the recommended one. It was thicker than the others, with metal studs around the outside, and a quick release mechanism. "You might as well go with that one," she suggested. "Though I'm not sure if goes just around your stem, or around your balls and stem. And there doesn't seem to be any directions."

"I can try it both ways," Ted commented, having wondered the same thing himself. "I don't think it matters, though. I still have two doses of Viagra."

"Two doses?" she looked at him quizzically. "Why so many?

"Well, I didn't take one last night. Didn't need to," he admitted, before realizing just what that meant. 

"Hmmm... interesting," she noted, her grin indicating that she too had figured out what that meant. "So you liked them ordering you around?" she asked slyly, fingering the cock ring as if to distract him. 

He grabbed it from her and dropped it in the shopping basket. "I wouldn't say I liked it so much as say they didn't make me do anything that I wouldn't have done on my own. But there's a big difference between playing out a fantasy and being forced to. And I have a feeling that tonight they're going to be much more specific in their orders to us."

They grabbed the rest of the items with a minimum of fuss. Nipple clamps, an egg vibrator and a butt plug for her, a leather cock harness, a leather crop and some bondage tape for him. The last item on the list was a leather teddy, specified as needing to have a half-open bust and a zipper accessible crotch. They looked at several, trying to guess the correct size, when a store clerk sauntered over. "You can try them on if you like, as long as you keep your panties on," she offered. 

"No thanks," Melissa said, shaking her head in the negative. 

"Why not?" Ted asked. For the amount of money they want for these, we should make sure you get the right size." He was already imagining his wife in it. They would definitely get a lot of use out of it, he'd make sure of that. 

Melissa made sure the clerk was out of earshot before looking at him smugly, "Because I'm not wearing any panties," she said sotto voice. 

He looked at her in genuine shock. His sweet, shy Melissa, who would only talk about her sexuality as "down there," had decided to go commando for the day? Of course, she'd done so before knowing that she'd be blackmailed into revealing her pussy to strangers later in the evening. But still...

"Well, I guess we'll just have to assume that this one fits," he advised, trying not to grin like a horny teenager. What he really wanted to do was make sure she wasn't lying and stick his hand down her pants to feel her bare pussy. What he did instead was take all their purchases to the counter and pay for them, trying not to wince when the total was added up. 

Back in the car, Ted stowed the bags on the back seat, then leaned over and kissed his wife deeply. In response, she pulled his hand down to her jeans, undid the button on the waist and helped him slide his hand down inside. Their lips never parting, he gasped against her mouth as his fingers found her hot, wet pussy, uncovered as promised. It was her turn to gasp when he slid two fingers into her slit, hooking into her hole and massaging the inner walls. Blackmailers or not, he was going to enjoy the pleasures of his wife's body, whether they gave permission or didn't. 

They kissed and rubbed and ground for a while, just another couple in the parking lot of a sex store overcome by passion. Finally, he pulled his hand free, the scent of her sex filling the car. "You know," she commented a bit breathlessly, "if they're able to track our credit card purchases, they already know that we've bought the things on that list."

"So do you think they'll mind if we show up with something that's not on their list?" he asked carefully. 

"And that is...?"

"Oh, just something I picked up before we left. Something that you commented on while we were watching those videos last time. Something you're either going to love or hate," he teased. Though, to be honest with himself, he'd been on the fence about giving it to her at all. It was just so brazenly kinky. 

He searched underneath the seat, found the box and pulled it out. He'd even taken the time to wrap it in shiny red paper and a red bow. Maybe so it wouldn't seem so weird.

She looked at him again with that questioning look, then ripped the paper to shreds, scattering bits throughout the front compartment. She opened the box. He braced himself for the reaction. 

"It's...," she started, "It's... oh-ho, is it for me to wear or for you?" 

What? For him? He stared at her, shocked. He'd never even contemplated the possibility. But once his brain recovered, he could see where she was going. "Uh, no," he replied cautiously. "For you. Definitely for you."

"Oh, you Tarzan, me Jane, that what you mean?" she teased, fingering it speculatively. "Well, I guess I can live with that. For now..." She leaned over and kissed him soundly, aggressively taking his hand and placing it on her crotch. "To the hotel, Tarzan," she ordered. She didn't have to say it twice.

By the time they left the car, he had the top of her jeans unbuttoned. In the hallway, she pulled his shirt up and over his head. He pinned her against the door, trying, simultaneously, to pull down her pants and to get the stupid door card to work. Finally they tumbled into the room, already half undressed. The other part didn't take long. 

While he wanted very much to shove his tongue deep into her pussy, she wanted very much for him to bury his cock deep down her throat. They compromised with a fervent sixty-nine, neither coming up for air except to scream, moan or whimper in pleasure. She came, thrusting and shuddering under his lips. He pulled away, apologizing, "Have to save it for tonight." She understood, but her body didn't, and it mindlessly spent the next few minutes trying to cajole him into rewarding her with a cum shot across her body. 

When it was finally clear to her libido that she'd have to wait for her reward, she lay back and softly caressed her pussy, legs splayed out and body still covered in a thin sheen of moisture. "Just where are the cameras, do you think?" she mused, slowly looking around the room. 

It was a good question. Ted tried to recall the angles of the shots he'd seen on the video. And the pictures helped too. As Melissa lay relaxing on the bed, Ted crawled throughout the room. He found the lens of one camouflaged in the crown molding directly above the foot of the bed. Straight down from there, just under the mirror, he found a lens that blended perfectly into the room's wallpaper. Another was hidden inside the smoke detector right above the bed. Two more were located within the wall-mounted reading lamps on either side of the bed. The crown molding above the head of the bed yielded another one. And that was just around the bed. 

The wainscoting around the room yielded five more camera lenses, ingeniously blending into the dot pattern painted on the wood. The sofa area was covered by three cameras on or near the ceiling, and a couple more integrated into the wall decorations. There were even three cameras in the moldings along the floor, presumably to shoot upwards. Or to catch a floor-level view of anyone getting fucked down there. The cameras in the bathroom were harder to detect, probably because of the bright lights. And maybe because people would be more suspicious in there? In any case, the wainscoting held three that Ted could find, there were two at floor level, and one in the shower bar mount that could apparently swivel to catch the whole room. And, though he'd almost missed it, there wasn't one in the vent, which was the obvious spot, but there was one in the other shower mount. So they could watch someone showering from the front or back. 

He assumed that most of the cameras also had microphones, because he could remember hearing moaning and talking during the "greatest hits" video they'd shown him. He crawled over to inspect the headboard more completely. Yes, it did have a larger, more sophisticated mike attached to it. Though how his had passed the scrutiny of the maids was beyond him. 

Melissa guessed his thoughts. "Maybe they have a special maid that does this room? Maybe even one of them does it."

"Maybe we should've paid more attention to the maids," he responded ruefully. 

"Do you think they're watching us now?" she asked, spreading her legs open a little wider.

"Aren't you the little exhibitionist?" he commented, having found yet another camera opposite the foot of the bed. "But, if I was to guess, I'd say no. They probably have to work sometime. And it wouldn't greatly surprise me to find out that they work here at the hotel. But, if I were them, I would have one camera running all the time, and the mike recording all the time, just in case their victims were dumb enough to plot some sort of revenge while they're in the room."

"So they could see this?" she asked defiantly, pulling her pussy lips apart far enough to reveal the pink inside. 

"You are feeling your oats, aren't you?" he asked, coming over to kneel on the bed next to her. "But unlike them, I can do something more than just look. I can do something about this." He kissed her, hard, while his fingers found their way into her pussy. He wasn't surprised to find her still hot and wet. He fingered her awhile, her kisses growing more ardent, her nude body writhing on the bed, his cock growing hard in response. She pulled him down against her, rubbing her breasts against his chest. He let her continue for a few minutes more, until, judging that she'd thought she'd won, he pulled away and wagged a juice-covered finger at her: "You're incorrigible. And I think you like the idea of being watched." She pouted at him, but he noticed that she didn't refute his statement. 




The Directors Ch. 02



They showered, separately, despite the insistence of his cock, which desired a soapy, slippery few minutes in one or all of her holes. Then they went to the hotel's pool to swim for an hour, which seemed silly after a shower, but turned out to be relaxing nonetheless. It was in the corner booth of a restaurant far outside town that Melissa once again addressed their situation. 

"I have a thought," she began, as they waited for the entrees to arrive. "I have an idea on how we can get ourselves some insurance against these guys tonight. Not stop them or anything. But maybe get a picture of one of them that we can use later on, if we need to." She paused, taking a big swallow of her margarita. "The thing is, the bait, it's something that you're not going to like. But I think the cost is worth the reward."

She was using her logical, lawyer talk. That was never good. It meant she was proposing something that he'd likely be emotional about. And not in a good way. He listened carefully while she explained it. It didn't take long. And he was, initially, inclined to say no. But she was right. The reward would be something worth the risk. Something to ensure that their blackmailers wouldn't be going back on their deal. 

"It could work, if it all comes together," he commented, once the server had cleared their dinner dishes away and left the table. "But a lot of pieces have to come together."

"I can't be on the Mix," she pointed out. "I need to have a clear head."

"And, you want to see what it's like not being high for the occasion," he interjected. "I figured as much when you kept putting off getting the ingredients all day. It'll just be you, me, and whatever liquid courage we can drink between now and then," he warned. 

"Silly boy," she said teasingly, patting his hand. "Sometimes when we're doing it at home, I pretend that people are watching us. It gets me hot. So, now that people are really watching us, it's not all that different. it's the blackmail part that pisses me off."

"We'll need condoms," he replied, his mind already imagining what was to come. 

"Absolutely," she replied, as the waiter brought their dessert. "I'm not suicidal."

What with dinner and dessert and a quick stop at an art gallery that turned into a purchase that took much longer than expected to complete, they arrived back at the hotel with only a few minutes to spare. 

They found a note on the floor by the door instructing them to dress as they'd been instructed and wait for a call at eight o'clock. Melissa pulled on the leather teddy, which thankfully fit, while Ted stuck with a t-shirt and shorts. The instructions had been markedly lacking in regard to what he wore. Sexists.

While they waited for the call, Ted put his camera on a tripod near the sofa, setting it to capture someone kneeling along the foot of the bed. If these bastards were going to get so many erotic photos of his wife, so was he. He'd positioned the tripod to make sure it wasn't in the way of the hidden cameras. Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain, he thought. 

The phone rang precisely at eight. There was no chance it wasn't the expected callers. Ted had called the kids while on the way back to the hotel, and learned that his mother was continuing to spoil them by taking them to a nighttime movie. They, of course, were thrilled that Grandma was treating them just like adults. Not like stodgy ol' Mom and Dad.

"Yep?" Ted said into the headset, holding the earpiece away from his head so that Melissa could hear too. 

"You have not bought everything exactly as ordered," a harsh voice said. "There will be a penalty for that."

A new voice. Interesting. Ted thought he had met all the players in this drama. But not this one. Was he new? And more importantly, what were his weak points, as opposed to the guy who had mostly run the show the prior night? Could they manipulate this guy in any way?

"I, um, I thought they were suggestions," Ted carefully lied. The key to a good lie is to keep it close to the truth. "We got the things you wanted us to get. And look, my wife is wearing her teddy." And looking damn fine in it too, Ted didn't add aloud. Any idiot could see that black leather made her look extremely sexy. 

"You failed to follow directions," the voice grated. "So have your bitch suck your cock right now."

His bitch? Who was this guy? And was that supposed to be the punishment? "He wants you to suck my cock," he explained to Melissa. "The man of the phone. The blackmailers from last night," he added lamely. He was starting to realize that it was hard to act like you don't have something up your sleeve.

"Mmmmm-mmmmm, the blackmailers," Melissa moaned, overacting as well. "Are they watching us now, you dirty boy?" she murmured, stretching out on the bed. "Do those bad ol' blackmailers want me to take your cock in my mouth?"

He wondered if this scene was as painful to watch as it was to act in. How could their tormentors not notice that their behavior had changed? He had to get this situation under control before they started getting questions they didn't want to answer. Even though, technically, they hadn't done anything against instructions. Yet. 

"Yes, bitch, suck my cock," he said forcefully, dropping his shorts and kneeling atop her so he could push his dick into her mouth. She caught the change in his attitude immediately and simply went to work on his shaft, swallowing whatever smart remark she'd been ready to use as a reply. 

"That's right. Fuck her face. Fuck her throat," the new voice said. "She's going to pay for your disobedience. She's going to wish tonight never happened."

Despite the hot mouth around his cock, Ted felt a chill go down his spine. He hadn't thought it possible, but their situation had just gotten much worse. He didn't know what his limits were, what he would refuse to do to his wife, and what the consequences might be. But this man sounded like he might make Ted go to those limits. This man wasn't just about sex. He was about violence. 

At the man's orders, Ted fucked his wife's mouth like it was a cunt, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, a pussy slit gone sideways. He was hard now, very hard, the power of the Viagra pill swimming through his veins, turning his cock into a hot iron rod. In the bright lights of the room he could see every ridge as it disappeared into her eager mouth, watched it glisten as he pulled it out, only to thrust it back inside again. It was like fucking her missionary style, except there was no torso to get in the way of where he wanted to put his hands for balance. Just him, thrusting downwards, fucking her mouth.

"Yes! Make the bitch pay! Fuck her throat, the dirty whore!" the voice encouraged in his ear. "They're all cheating whores. They all need a good hard fucking every night, just to remind them who's in charge. Now open up her clothing so we can see her filthy tits!"

The man sounded Russian, Ted realized. He'd been away from his home country for some time, he guessed. But he had that rough, grating sound. And the coarseness of such a man. Pulling his dick from his wife's drooling mouth, he slowly unzipped the top of the teddy, bit by bit, until her boobs finally popped free. He could hear the man's harsh breathing in his ears, could tell that he was masturbating while watching Melissa on whatever monitors they were using. His wife, on display for this filthy pervert. 

"Grab her tits! Hard! Harder! Make those nipples pop out! Really squeeze them! Or I'll come down there and do it for you." Ted looked down at his wife with an apologetic expression, even as he grabbed her boobs and squeezed hard. "Yeah! Twist those filthy titties! Make her know that it's not nice to tease everyone by showing them off in slutty clothes. Not nice at all. Now slap 'em! Slap each one. Spank her titties. Both those filthy whore titties," the man ordered harshly. Melissa looked up fearfully. She could overhear the man's orders. And could tell that this was not going the way they had thought it would. 

Even with all the toys, they'd expected no more than a few hours of exposure and sucking and fucking. There were really only so many ways one guy could fuck one woman. And if the orders were a little perverted, that wouldn't be cause for worry. Because this was definitely going to go down as one of those 'what happens on vacation stays on vacation' kind of nights. Never to be mentioned again. A secret between them. 

But now, this new player in the game was making it clear that there were other, more despicable things that Ted could be made to do. Things that wouldn't be so easy to pretend that they'd really wanted to do. Things that wouldn't be so easy to forget.

Ted tried to pretend he was painfully squeezing Melissa's breasts without really squeezing them hard. He couldn't tell by her writhing and gasps whether he was hurting her or if she was just acting. He grabbed her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers and pulled hard. That was something they'd done before. She'd told him that it looked worse than it hurt. It did look impressive, the way her tit flesh was stretching as he tugged upwards. It looked like it hurt. 

The voice in his ear was moaning in a guttural way. If the guy blew his load, would he give up on his orders to treat her so roughly? Or would he continue with this line of torture? Ted hoped it was the former but feared it was the latter. Men like that, men who really found pleasure in hurting women, usually weren't in it for just the sexual pleasure. They had deeper, darker needs. Or so he'd read.

A sudden squeal in the earpiece caused him to wince in pain. He heard banging and thrashing sounds, excited talking, cursing, a man yelling "And why didn't you stop him?" Then mutterings, some soft swooshing, and silence. 

Ted let go of his wife's nipples, noticing distractedly that they looked no worse for the wear. Some sort of struggle, he mouthed down at her in response to her questioning look. He wondered if their the folks on the other end of the phone had gotten busted by the police; if there was some way to keep this quiet if that was the case. He trusted the hick cops up here about as much as he trusted their blackmailers. Less, in fact. 

"Ted? Ted? Sorry about that," the voice from the night before was back on the line. "Just a little misunderstanding with one of our colleagues," the man explained, his voice betraying more than a little anger. "We've got it all worked out. Are you ready to have some fun?"

Ted let some of the anger bleed into him. Their plan depended on having this man/boy/whatever in charge. And it would be suspicious is he was too compliant. "Well, I'm not sure that I believe you," he said obstinately, climbing off his wife and beginning to pace the room. "How do we know that that little confrontation didn't make your 'friend' decide to expose our pictures and videos without you knowing it? You know, as revenge or something? I'm not sure I'm buying that whole guarantee as much. And how do I know that there's not others in your 'group' who are siding with that guy? Nobody stopped him, after all."

Silence. Had he pushed it too far? "Well, Ted, I can see your side of it. And there's not much more I can do to assure you that our deal remains the same as it was yesterday. Except, maybe, I guess, hear it right from our lips. So, tell you what I'm going to do. Each person is going to tell you that they're going to stick to the deal. And then, after that, I don't want to hear anything more about it. Cuz your wife is getting hornier and hornier the more we talk, and you need to be doing something about that."

Ted looked back at his wife. She was indeed rubbing her bare legs together in that unmistakable 'come hither' gesture that all women seemed to possess. What had gotten into her? He didn't have time to pursue that line of inquiry as the phone clicked in his ear and a voice he'd never heard said simply, "I promise." Click. Then another. And another. A growled "Promise," from the Russian man. And just like that he knew far more about them than he had before. Four men. One woman. He doubted that any others were hiding in the woodwork. There'd be no reason for anyone to remain in hiding. 

"So, that's finished," the man said. "Now, on to other, more enjoyable things. Like that very hot teddy that your wife is wearing. And how, after reviewing the footage from last night, there's a few shots we'd like to get again. You know, just to capture her beauty in all its magnificence." The man chortled. Evidently the previous incident was closed in his mind. 

Ted turned to his wife, her breasts bare and inviting against the black leather. "They want you to model for them. Show them how you can lick your own nipples to get yourself turned on." He'd made up those instructions himself, not only because it helped turn her on, but it also had the same effect on him. He needed to get back to the place he'd been in last night, compliant yet horny, high-functioning yet sexually aggressive. It was the fantastical nature of everything that had let him get through the night without blowing up. He needed that again.

The next half our was spent with Melissa once again displaying every nook and cranny in her body to the cameras. She knelt obediently on the floor while he pulled open her ass cheeks, piercing her anal ring with his finger when ordered, or pulling apart her pussy lips so they could see the wet depths inside. On their orders, she lay on her back and bent her legs backwards until she could capture them under her arms, placing her in one of his favorite positions for deeply penetrating both of her holes. He rubbed ice on her nipples until they were excruciatingly hard, played with her clit until her juices were running out her slit, and even tickled her until she gasped and begged for mercy. Every direction was accompanied by the order to take strip off more and more of her teddy. Soon she was completely naked in the bright room lights, the teddy a forgotten lump of leather in the middle of the floor. 

During it all, Ted tried to get into the feeling of the moment, but was finding it difficult. Too many of the things they were having her do were fetishes on the internet. Who was to say that they wouldn't sell the tickling portion to a tickleme.com, or some such site? Were those close-ups of her pussy headed to some cunt-lovers site? And there were more anal sites on the internet than all the businesses in the world. What was to stop them? Would he even know until it was too late?

It was Melissa, still playing the part of wanton slut from the night before, who finally pulled him into the moment. "Enough fooling around," she purred. "Fuck me. Fuck me now!" She curled herself back into the position with her legs locked almost behind her head, her slit wet with desire, her asshole stretched and ready for invasion. 

Ted didn't wait for direction or confirmation. His cock was thrumming with anticipation, the blood pulsing so hard he thought the whole world must be able to hear it. He crouched over her, lust clouding his vision, until all he could see were individual parts of her. Dark eyes sparkling with a desire to serve. A nipple, erect and creviced, poking out and begging to be licked. Silky thighs leading down to a V, his for the taking. A tuft of her long hair settled on her forehead. Her pubic patch, neatly trimmed, pointing to the place where he planned to enact a violent incursion. The curve of her foot in his peripheral vision. The pillows bunched up behind her. Her ass cheeks, tight and sweeping back. Her lips, parted. Her tongue, questing.

He brought himself up, coiled, his cock tip resting against her pussy lips. Then, uncoiled, thrusting down and into her, that first penetration still as good as the first time they'd ever been together. She gasped in his ear. He kissed her top lip, the tip of her nose, her eyelashes. Then pulled out slowly, watching between her bodies as his manhood left her womanhood, the shaft slick and coated with her steaming liquids, all in readiness for the next stroke and the next and the next.

He kept things random, responding immediately to his body's subliminal requests, not evaluating them or even thinking about them. Just doing whatever came into his mind. He pulled out completely, pulled clear, then unexpectedly slammed his cock back into her waiting hole, spearing her, violently penetrating that which was so freely offered to him. Down, down he ground against her, trying to get even more of himself into her. If the voice in his ear was talking he couldn't hear it... his pulse pounded violently, drowning out all other sounds. He let his shaft gyrate within her. She was still so tight. So wet. 

So hot, like a volcano bubbling within her. He imagined the lava flowing inside her. And then his jizz, spurting from his cock like a fire hose, cooling and hardening that lava, robbing it of its heat, smothering it in white, sticky goo. He could see it, cum spurting out, coating her insides. Cum dripping down the walls. Cum filling up the cavern. Cum spilling out the entrance. He felt vast. Powerful. He could fill her up. Fill her right now.

"Her ass," the voice interrupted his fantasy. "Take her ass now. Just the way she is. Fuck her ass now." The voice sounded breathless. From how many angles were they watching this? He wanted to see it. Wanted it recorded forever. Wanted to jack off to it when he got home. 

Her ass. He'd been planning to move to that. Just then. Just before the voice in his head had said that. He hated that voice, ordering him around like this. It was his decision on how to fuck his wife. Not someone else's. Not some unseen body in some unseen room hiding behind a telephone. He'd do it though. There was something about a plan. He couldn't remember what, but it had to do with her ass. Her anus. That tight, dirty hole. He looked down. His wife, his slut had heard those orders. She looked up at him. Then closed her eyes and mouthed one word: Please. 

He sat back, pulling out of her cunt with an audible pop. He eyed his cock. It gleamed in the bright lights, slick with her juices. He eyed her tight anus. Squeezed shut. Squeezed... Oil! That's what he'd been thinking about. He needed some oil to lubricate his way into her void. He grabbed the bottle, pumped some onto his cock, then pumped his hand back and forth to distribute it. 

He went in slow. Very slow. Excruciatingly slow. He wanted them to witness every inch, every atom of his manhood disappearing into her tightness. He could imagine it in his mind's eye. The slow entry. The oil being wiped off the shaft. The grudging give of her anal ring as his thickness increased. Her ass stretched out painfully. The mushroom head finally in. The shaft once again widening, forcefully stretching her hole to accommodate it. He remembered, now, what the plan was. They needed to be mesmerized by the anal act he was perpetrating on his wife. They needed to be drawn to it, like a moth to a flame. They needed to want to do it themselves. 

Now that he remembered the plan, he kept it firmly tucked in a safe space in his brain. They couldn't suspect for a second that he had any other reason to be fucking his wife's ass other than their orders to do just that. It was high stakes poker. Poke-her, he joked, smiling outwardly at his word play. They would see his smile as one of pleasure, not as part of a nefarious plan to beat them at their own game. 

He was only a quarter of the way in but resisted the urge to speed up his penetration. He wanted it to last and last, and be caught in all its slow-motion, color-camera glory. By now a bead of oil would've been built up around his cock shaft as her tight anus squeegeed it from his rod. Their cameras where good enough to capture that, hopefully. He'd positioned her so that three of the cameras were capturing what he could not see himself. He could feel her moving her ass insistently, losing herself in her desire and urging him to speed his intrusion. She'd forgotten the plan, just as he had earlier in the evening. That was OK. The more passion she displayed, the better. 




The Directors Ch. 02



Just another inch or so. He could feel the heat from her pussy warming his torso. Maybe he'd have her rub herself while he ass-fucked her, showing their watchers how much she liked a hot and heavy anal exploration. Finally, after what seemed like hours, his skin met hers. He was inside her ass. All the way inside. He pressed hard against her, just to make sure. There was a pinch of movement, then none. His cock was completely inside her bowels. 

He paused a moment, balancing atop her, reveling in the feeling of being completely in control. Then, just as slowly, he began to withdraw. Even though he couldn't see it, he knew that his cock would still be covered in a thin sheen of oil plus whatever juices he'd picked up inside her anus. All mixed together in a gross yet compelling mess. What it tasted like, he didn't know. He did know that, when under the influence of The Mix, his wife had no problem with going ass-to-mouth. Without it, there was no amount of begging that could get her to do it. Not that it mattered all that much to him. He wasn't so much of a sadist that he would make her do things she didn't want to. At least, not the things that she adamantly wouldn't do. 

His withdrawal was faster than the penetration, but still very slow. Plenty of time for the cameras to get close-up footage of his wife's asshole accepting and enjoying his hard staff. And plenty of time to get the watchers horny with thoughts of their own possible conquest of his wife's snug hole. 

"Rub yourself," he whispered to her as he finally gave in to his body's insistent urges. She gamely played with her pussy as he pistoned in and out of her taut asshole, rubbing her clit and parting the lips so he could see inside her juicy slit. He let himself go, unleashing the lust that he'd kept chained during the last hour, slamming his cock into her in a seemingly random rhythm, until all he could hear was the blood pounding in his head and the slap, slap, slap of their bodies coming together. 

Sweat dripped from his face onto her breasts, while her entire body glistened with it, sparkling under the intense room lights. With her hair matted against her forehead and the wild look in her eyes, Ted knew that she was feeling the lust just as powerfully as he was. Her pussy rubbing had gone from a languid display of her intimate parts to a frantic race to get herself off before he withdrew for good. 

He felt his own juices building for what was surely to be a gargantuan explosion of semen, but delayed pulling out until the very last moment. He could tell his wife was close, very close, to her own explosive orgasm. He'd wanted her to have it with him inside her, hoping the camera would capture the pure animal excitement of her anus constricting around him even as her orgasm shot through her body. But his own needs became overpowering and even the rough penetration of her anus wasn't providing enough stimulation. He had to jack himself off. 

He pulled out and stroked himself at a manic pace, literally trying to pump the cum out of his balls. Next to him, his wife started making the mewling noises that were a sure sign that she was going to orgasm as well. Inspiration hit just as the pressure in his cock reached the exploding point. Swiftly, he aimed his cock like a fire hose at her gaping asshole and pussy. She came at the exact same moment that he did. His thick jizz jetted out of his cock hole and splashed on a line up her ass crack, over her anus and along the still open slit of her pussy. 

Ted stared in amazement as her anus seemed to stretch and flex and constrict, again and again, like some alien appendage grasping for an unsuspecting victim's body part. His cum, thick and stringy, hung like white threads over her vibrating hole, suspended lines on a bridge constructed of sexual deviance. He leaned back, the last drops of cum in his cock forgotten, and watched as his cum puddled along the edges of her ass, while other streams dripped ponderously into her anal cavern. He could only hope that the omnipresent cameras were catching this dramatic anal creaming. He definitely wanted a copy. 

"What? What?" his wife asked, wondering what he was looking at so intently.

"Just stay still," he advised, not wanting her twisting around to interrupt the hypnotic dance between his cum and her anus. Her ring continued to quiver spasmodically, each movement allowing another syrupy drop of cum to leak inside her. It was slowly closing, too, as was her fuck hole just above it. But even as it closed, his cum dripped inside, painting the walls of her cavern as surely as it had painted the exterior. 

"That, that was awesome," the voice in his ear declared reverently. "We've never seen anything like that."

"You should see it in person," Ted replied without thinking. 

"I, I... You'd let me?" the voice said a bit pleadingly. 

Now Ted had a better command of himself. This was it. Their one gambit to try and get at least a little leverage in this game. "Honestly, I've never seen anything like that myself. I don't know what it looked like wherever you are, but from here it looked incredible. But you wanna know the funny part? My wife still isn't fully satisfied She wants to be butt fucked some more! Can you believe that?" The hook was in the water. Now to wait.

He turned back to his wife. Melissa's butthole was almost closed. Cum smears criss-crossed her rosebud and pussy. Though she'd been bent over for some time now, she hadn't made an effort to move to a more comfortable position. Either she'd remembered their plan. Or she was just too tired to move. Ted moved his cock up next to her mouth and motioned for her to suck it. She did, pulling the last dredges of cum from inside it. He crawled back behind her and ran his cock up and down her crack, covering it again with his clinging semen. Kneeling in front of her again, she lapped his spent jizz from his cock with such enthusiasm he couldn't tell if she was acting or getting horny again. 

"She looks excited," the voice commented as Ted moved around the bed, planning to sweep the final load of cum from her crack onto his cock. 

"She is," Ted replied in a guarded whisper. "But I know she wants it in her ass again. And I'm just not going to be up for that again for another few hours. Not sure what I'm going to do..." After wiggling this hook, Ted turned back to feeding cum to his panting wife. 

After having fed her his cum for the final time, Ted whispered into the headset, "Hey? You there?" 

"I'm here, man," the voice replied, sounding a little breathless himself.

"So I guess that's it?" Ted asked, sounding disappointed. "I mean, she wants it again, but I can't give it to her. And I don't think a dildo in her ass is going to please anyone. So it looks like the lady goes unfulfilled. Too bad, too. I'll bet her ass is starting to tighten up nicely."

Silence. Then Ted could hear a sputter of disagreement coming over the headset. Then more silence. Then, "We don't normally do this. OK, we don't ever do this. But desperate times, right?"

"I'm not sure what you're getting at..." Ted replied, hoping he knew exactly what the man on the headset was getting at.

"What I'm getting at is doing you, and her, a favor. I'll come down there and take care of it. I mean, if that's what you were getting at."

Mustn't jump too fast, Ted reminded himself. He played it cool. "I guess I might've been getting at that," he admitted sheepishly. "She's so ramped up, and this whole weekend has been crazy. But she's never had anyone but me. Since our wedding day, I mean. So I don't know how she'll take it. But, and you can't tell anyone this, ever, it's always been a fantasy of mine to see my wife get it from another guy. Someone I can trust, though." Yank back and see if the hook holds...

"Well, if it's trust you want, then who can you trust more? After all we've been through together this weekend, I mean," the voice declared, without an iota of irony in his tone. Amazing, thought Ted. People never see it in themselves. "Look, if she's that hot, you don't want to leave her like that, do you?" the voice implored. 

"I, I guess not," Ted fake stammered. "But she can't know that you're not me. I don't think I can convince her to do that, even as worked up as she is. So, maybe if I make up a fake scenario, have her ready for you, then you do it, no kissing or any of that, so she doesn't see your face?"

"Yeah, that might work," the voice enthusiastically agreed, as if he would've had any inclination to not agree to any conditions. "But she can't see my face. And neither can you."

"I'll arrange everything," Ted promised, being careful not to let them see his smile. They were undoubtedly expecting a trap.

"Melissa? I hope you can take some more. Now they want us to pretend like a stranger has broken in the room and is going to fuck you. In the ass again," he added, putting what he hoped was a note of exasperation in his voice. 

"Mmmmm, in the ass," his wife purred, very convincingly. Too convincingly? "Sounds like fun. What do I need to do?"

Ted gave his wife a wet washrag to clean up with, then began arranging the room. He put the blindfold on his wife, then positioned her so she was kneeling on the bed, her knees straddling the corner. Someone walking in the door would be met right away with the sight of her firm ass, swollen pussy and tight anus. 

On his way to his post far away from the bed, Ted quickly palmed the remote control for the camera he'd set on the dresser earlier. Hopefully, no one would give it a second glance. And he wasn't standing anywhere near it. 

"Ready," he reported into the headset. They waited there as one minute stretched into two, and then three. Ted was just about to ask if they were playing a joke on him when the hotel room door opened and a figure stepped inside. Clad in dark sweats and a dark hoodie with the hood pulled up, it was impossible to see the features of his face clearly. But he was a large man. In his 20's, Ted guessed, by the way he carried himself. Not an athlete; most of his weight seemed to be situated around his middle. Ted quickly actuated the camera a few times. He'd set it on silent operation and no sound or light indicated that it was in use. He'd have to hope that between the room lights and the way the hoodie didn't cover everything, at some point he'd capture a recognizable picture. 

The figure glanced his way, nodded, and Ted knew that he'd gotten a photo of the man's face, even though it wasn't visible to him. Now, unfortunately, he had to let the situation play out.

The man wasted no time in pushing his sweats down to reveal an already raging hard-on. Stepping up to Melissa's rear, he briefly caressed the soft globes, then slid his finger down her cleft and pressed them into her cunt hole. Ted watched his wife wriggle around on those fingers and wondered what she was thinking. Was this pleasurable for her? Or was she just doing what was expected of her? He'd definitely be getting the answers to those questions when they got home. And there'd be no taking the Fifth on this one.

After the man finally pulled his fingers out, Ted saw they were slick with juices. So his wife was enjoying this. Or, at least, the idea of this. Their tormentor put both his hands between Melissa's thighs and spread them apart, forcing her ass down towards the floor. Then, with no hesitation, he set his cockhead against her asshole and began to push himself inside. His moan was matched by Melissa's as the strange shaft traveled deep inside her anus. Finally balls deep, the man paused as if to savor the moment, then began methodically pistoning in and out of her ass, simultaneously taking his pleasure and punishing her. He used long, strong strokes to ream Melissa's ass, sometimes taking his fuck stick out completely, then re-sodomizing her with obvious malignance. 

The slap, slap, slap of flesh against flesh filled the room as the man methodically and determinedly fucked Ted's wife, instantly turning him into an unexpected cuckold. Ted steeled himself by gripping a nearby sofa, watching in a combination of rage, lust and amazement. While they'd fantasized about sharing her with another man, he'd never really believed it would happen. That's what fantasies were for. But now they'd been forced into it, and while a part of him was still outraged at the situation, another part was mesmerized by the sight of a stranger's dick entering his wife's most off-limits hole. 

The man had been fucking her for several minutes now, her boobs swaying slowly with every thrust, her hair bedraggled and plastered to her back and forehead by a sheen of sweat. Just when Ted figured the man would be happy just fucking her ass, he pulled his slick rod out of her anus and thrust it into her cunt. Melissa was sweating freely now, moaning and whimpering as sinful sensations vibrated through her. For a time, the man just stood still as Melissa fucked herself on his hard shaft, moving back and forth as if humping a dildo. Ted couldn't bring himself to fault her for it. Clearly the best way to get through this situation was probably to pretend that there was nothing wrong with it.

Soon, though, the man moved back to Melissa's ass, shoving his dick in with a vengeance. Now he wasn't holding back. Now he was fucking her...hard. He slapped her ass once, twice and again, the hood of his jacked flapping against his face in time with his cock entering her rear. Ted wondered if he looked that way when taking his wife's ass. Did he look that possessive? That maniacal? That authoritative? 

The man pushed Melissa down at the neck, so she her forearms were on the bed. With even better access to her ass, he shoved his cock in and out of her compliant hole, leaving her gasping at the intensity of it. One, two, five, ten ferocious thrusts almost rocked her off her arms and knees. The man was so violent, Ted suddenly wondered which one was doing his wife. The one from the beginning of the evening, who so liked the sadistic approach? Or their tormentor from last night and the latter part of this night, who liked it slow, easy and creative? 

Finally, after what seemed like months of merciless, savage animal fucking, the man pulled out, stroked himself twice, and shot a fire hose of fresh cum across Melissa's ass cheeks and then farther up her back. He kept tugging at himself for several seconds, dribbling more and more cum onto her ass, dripping a goodly amount into her gaping asshole. Finally satisfied that he'd loosed every drop from his manhood, he slowly staggered to the side of the bed and pulled her face toward his crotch. He didn't need words to communicate what he wanted. Tiredly, on wobbly limbs, Melissa scooted over and took his slick cock in her mouth, washing it thoroughly with her tongue. 

When he left it in her mouth, she began sucking on it, rolling it around and slurping up any extraneous jizz. Ted tried to get closer but the figure waved him off. After all the action, the man was still very wary. Finally, he pulled himself from Melissa's mouth, ran his hands fondly over her dangling breasts, pulled up his pants, and let the room. 

"That's it," Ted spoke into the headset, finality in his voice. "We've done all that you've asked. Gone above and beyond. Now you have to let us get some rest." He dropped the headset on the sofa and went to help his wife.

In the morning they packed up their belongings, not mentioning a thing about the previous night's activities. Or the forgotten camera. The bill, which they found slipped under their door, had been zeroed out. They owed nothing for the weekend. Also in the envelope was a DVD, labeled: A Gift From Us. Ted put that in his pocket. After all that, it wouldn't do to lose it. 

Epilogue

The forgotten camera had gotten several good pictures of the man who had come to fuck Melissa in the ass. Wearing a disguise and driving a neighbor's car, Ted returned to the hotel the next weekend, staking out the employee parking lot. He found his target walking into the hotel at 4 in the afternoon. Big, awkward and a bit nerdish, it was unmistakably their tormentor. Ted took down the license plate number of the man's car and returned home.

That plate, run by a friend in the police department, led to a name, an address, a phone number. A $50 transaction on the internet later and Ted knew as much about their tormentor as the man knew about them. Ted had his insurance policy. One anonymous email to the man a few months later, and he was sure he'd ruined the guy's sleep for the foreseeable future: 

"I know who you are now. So if you ever, ever get any thoughts about releasing the videos you have, be ready to spend a long, long time in prison. Sleep well, asshole."

The End



The Director's Sluts



IMPORTANT: This is only a fantasy. No harm intended to anyone. 

Rati and Amisha become a hotshot director's sluts for his favours. 

This story features yesteryear sexy heroine and today's' glam-mom, Rati Agnihotri and today's cutie-pie actress Amisha Patel. This is my first celebrity story and first story in the Indian atmosphere. Please send your feedback.

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I recognized Rati the moment she walked into my big, spacious drawing-room, she had been a pretty unforgettable sexy little thing in her time and she was still nothing to scoff at, as she walked with that sexy lilting gait that made her transparent, yellow saree swish between her legs so provocatively, making me wonder if she was wearing anything under that thin, blue-flower-printed saree. Her blouse was even sexier, just a small, thin bra-size blouse in golden, sparkling style, with thin invisible straps that left her perfectly round shoulders on display and the v-neck showed more cleavage than it hid. As she came effortlessly into my arms and I put my right hand on her back I realized the blouse was nothing but a thin strip at the bottom and same thin straps crossing each other, the fabric was so thin I could feel her nipples pressing on my chest. A bra was out of the question in that tiny blouse, I caressed her bare back and put my other hand on her bare waist, feeling her soft flesh with my warm hands as she moaned with pleasure hugging me back with the same intensity. Then her lips were on my and she was kissing me wantonly, to which I replied by pushing my tongue into her mouth and sucking her soft wet tongue hungrily. I deliberately kept my hand away from her well-rounded ass and concentrated on kissing her back with a fervour that would have her begging for mercy. She grabbed my butt with her hand and pushed her crotch into my cock and I got my question answered that she was not wearing anything at all under that saree as I felt her tight pussy slit rubbing on my rapidly hardening cock. That's what I wanted to know, she did want something from me. 

Finally, after sucking each other's mouth for more than 3 minutes we broke the kiss. "Hi, Rati" I said

"Hi, Sexy" She replied breathlessly. 

I escorted her to the nearest couch with my hand on her bare waist and before she sat down I moved my hand to her round ass and found it nice and firm as I squeezed her soft ass cheek. She sat down very close to me, I could not only feel her soft body and its heat, but also her heady perfume was exciting me putting thoughts in mind of hot long fucking sessions and hard earth-shaking orgasms. But first I wanted to know what was on her mind. 

Her thigh was pressing against mine and my right hand was on her bare back, caressing, pressing gently. She leaned into me and licked my ear, softly pulling at my earlobe as she whispered, "I want to present something to you." 

"Uh, huh, bring it on!" I said playing with her thin strap on her back. 

"Come on in, baby" She called out. 

I recognized her daughter also. Amisha had been a one-movie star very recently. After giving a one super-duper hit movie she had unfortunately not been able to repeat that in subsequent movies. A fact, that a hot-shot director like me could change. No girl that I had directed had ever failed to become the sensation of Bollywood. All this went through my mind in a flash as this lovely young dark-haired beauty entered with her long legs exposed in that light greenish dress, reaching about 3 inches below her pussy, thin invisible straps that met behind her neck were keeping the dress together, the plunging neckline giving a nice, deep insight into the valley between her perky tits, I could see her nipples poking through the dress which said several things, the dress was thin, it was very tight, she was not wearing a bra and her nipples were hard. 

Moving gracefully with long, sexy and bare legs, she came to stand before me and said in a sugar-sweet voice, "Hello sir!" 

My hand was still on Rati's bare back, now she leaned to me again so her soft breast was pressing on my side, put her hand on my thigh really close to my hard rod trapped in my pants, and whispered in my ear, "She's all yours, to do as you please!" 

Ok, now things were more clear. I knew what they wanted, stardom for Amisha, and they knew what I'd take and they were ready to strike a bargain if I was willing. Sweet! 

I stood up, eyes taking stock of this young, gorgeous girl, with black eyes and pouty lips, I put one hand on her shoulder near her neck, caressing her soft skin gently, and then trailed a finger slowly down her bare chest to rest it between her full breasts trapped in that tight dress. Her tits were pressed together so my finger was touching both her tits as it stayed wedged there, I pulled softly, making her lean towards me and leaned forward to slowly lick her soft full lips with my tongue entering her mouth for a quick lick. She was sooooo honey-sweet. 

"Turn around" 

"Yes, sir" She very obediently turned around and then put her hands on her knees at my next command. As I had thought, the dress left her whole back bare, right up to the ass, except for her silky soft, black hair hanging loose on her back. I lifted them in one hand and let them drop down in front over her left shoulder. Then I could freely caress her bare back, touch the soft skin with my rough demanding fingers, rubbing her spine with my thumbs, my fingers squeezing her soft flesh. My hands moved slowly down her body, on her bare waist, then her tight, firm ass, clad in that thin, soft, tight dress. The dress was so short I could feel the bottoms of her ass cheeks bare with my fingers as I squeezed her tight firm ass, pulling those perfect round buttocks apart a little. She moaned a little, and then a little more when she felt my thick long finger entering her soft, tight pussy hole. I looked at Rati, "She's wet!". "Well, she's a very excitable girl." She replied calmly. 

"You have such a lovely, young, tight body honey. How much experience do you have in having it fucked?" 

"Not a lot sir, but some." She blushed in saying that. Oooh, she was still innocent and sweet, not yet a slut. Again a fact I could remedy without any trouble. "Let me see you fuck my finger with that sweet tight pussy of yours, baby." 

She obediently started moving back and forth on my finger, taking it deep into her slick tight cunt. 

"Harder" Her pace increased, and so did the penetration of her cunt, her moans got longer as she fucked her own cunt on my hard long finger. 

"Stop", it took her some effort to stop at just that point but she did stop with a groan. I could train her. "Rati, come here" I ordered, "On your knees, here"

She went to her knees behind Amisha and I pulled out my soaked finger from Amisha's pussy and held my hand before Rati's mouth, "Clean them". 

"Yes, master"

Rati started licking her daughter's cum from my fingers like a good little slut. I used my free left hand to circle Amisha's narrow waist and pulled her closer to me, my knee between her legs and her bare back pressed against my side. I dug my teeth into her soft neck, biting her soft flesh, sucking her on her soft neck and listening to her passionate moans even as her mother licked her pussy juices from my fingers. Abruptly I released her from my grip followed by a snappy order, "on that table, doll, hands on the top, ass pushed back, legs spread wide, now"

"yes, sir" She assumed the position very nicely, her wet pussy visible in that skimpy dress and with her legs spread wide I could see her pussy lips open a little. 

I looked Rati at my feet, "Stand up" She did. "Take the same position, opposite her."

"Yes, master"

I walked over to stand behind Rati, as she bent over the same table opposite her daughter. As Amisha looked on, I slowly and deliberately dropped Rati's soft, transparent palloo down in on the table in front of her and started licking up her bare spine starting close to her ass and moving up slowly. The higher my hot tongue moved on her spine, the louder she moaned and squired uncontrollably. I grabbed her soft yet firm ass in both hands and kneaded her firm ass cheeks hard, causing her moans to become deeper. Then moving my hands to front I grabbed hard with one big hand between her legs, at the same time pressing my hard rod on her ass, my hard long cock pressing right between her ass cheeks on her tight ass crack forcing it open. "Oh Godddd!" She breathed loudly. I saw a shiver go through Amisha's body to see her mom react that way to my handling. Putting my lips near Rati's neck I started sucking and biting her soft flesh while I put my right hand on her pussy grabbing it through the thin saree and my left on her soft tits, ravaging the blouse as I kneaded her hardening tits and her erect nipples. Pressing my hard cock on her ass I started humping her, dry fucking her ass making her go, "Oh God, I am so wet" and then "Please, my pussy is ruining my saree with the juices, fuck me please." In reply I just licked her ear and gave her another thrust of my hard cock on her ass, "Aaaah, please master, please fuck me now." She begged. 

Moving with deliberate slowness, I proceeded to undo Rati's blouse straps and then dropped it on the table between the mother and daughter. Her palloo being down Rati's nice full breasts came into view, proud and erect with the nipples pointing forward. I grabbed them in my big, rough hands and gave them a rough kneading that made Rati moan and groan squirming her ass on my cock. Then I left her groaning and went to stand behind Amisha. Slowly I pushed my long middle finger up into her tight wet cunt, hearing her gasp as she felt the thick finger open her small cunt hole and penetrated deep inside. As I started pushing it in and out of her she started to move her ass back and forth, wanting to take the long finger deeper and deeper into her hungry cunt. The girl was in heat, needing release desperately, "Pleeeeeeeeze, please sir" . I pulled my finger out completely. She wasn't going to get it. Not yet. 

"Get naked, both of you!" 

Rati took off her saree and threw is aside, revealing her sexy long legs, her thighs wet with her dripping pussy. Amisha shed her skimpy revealing dress and her young tight pussy was dripping a lot too. In the meantime, I had gotten rid of my clothes and Rati licked her lips at the sight of my hard, long, erect cock and Amisha went down on her knees and tried to take the throbbing rod into her mouth but I grabbed her soft hair and jerked her head back making her head tilt up. "Be patient, slut."

"She does need training, sir" Rati said, excusing her daughter's behavior, "but who can be patient with that delicious cock in sight....mmm"

"But you both want to be fucked, who do I fuck first, hmmm let me think. Ok, whoever has the wetter pussy will get it first. Come, both of you stand here before me, with your legs spread wide."

They both stood there before me, long sexy legs spread wide, tight hot pussies wet and dripping." I pushed my left hand's middle finger up into Amisha's tight slick cunt, all the way deep, she moaned with her head tilted up and her soft, luscious lips wide open. The right hand's middle finger I slid up Rati's wet pussy, she bit her lip with lust in her eyes. I fingered both tight pussies with my fingers, realizing I was driving them insane with lust by the amount of water they were oozing, their moans and grunts filling the room. 

"Oh, I can't judge which cunt is wetter. I don't' know who to fuck first." I was playing with them and they both groaned in despair, "Please sir, please fuck me." Both begged like hot sluts for my hard cock. 

"Ok, ok, tell you what, whoever has the tighter ass". 

"Ok sir"

"Turn around, both of you, hands on the table, legs open wide." 

They quickly complied, eager for a fuck. Oooh, those sexy tight asses presented to me so submissively, I placed my middle fingers on their ass holes this time and pushed in. As half of my thick long fingers, pushed into their asses, the mother and daughter grunted, "unghhhhh!" My cock got harder, throbbing so wildly. I pushed in again and my right middle fingers got buried to the hilt in Rati's tight ass but Amisha's young tight ass still too tight to go in so deep. 

"Ok, Amisha wins, she does have the tightest ass."

"She has never had it fucked sir, I have had a lot of ass fucking from you when I was your slut in my time." Rati explained.

"Go opposite her and bend over, Rati". 

She went over to the opposite side of the small, round table and watched as I placed my hard pre-cum wet cockhead on Amisha's tight ass and rubbed my cock juices on her small hole. Grabbing Amisha's soft, perfectly round shoulders, I pushed in and 2 inches of my hard thick cock entered her hot little ass, "Ungggghghhhh! Ahh, sir!" She moaned and grunted. I pulled out an inch and pushed harder, penetrating her tight ass deeper, Rati, getting all hot watching Amisha's cute face getting distorted as she got her ass fucked for the first time. With each thrust I entered her Amisha a little deeper, her grunts and groans getting louder as my strokes got more forceful, reaching deeper into her small hot hole. Then with a really hard strokes I buried my throbbing hard cock all the way deep into her ass and she screamed, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, please sir! Have mercy on me!" In response, I pulled out half of my throbbing cock and pushed in harder, my wet cockhead reaching so deep into her tight ass. "Oh god, yes, yes, fuck me, please!" 

I continued fucking her in a nice in and out rhythm, her young tight body so soft and perfumed under me as I rammed her ass with my thick hot cock. Each thrust eliciting more moans from her, and then her pussy burst into a hot flow of cum. "Aaaah, yes, I am cumming...aaaah." She spurted in wave after wave of hot cum flowing onto her legs and on the floor. But I was yet to cum and there was a slut needing a hard fuck, so I moved in behind Rati and without any preamble just rammed my hard long cock deep into her wet, waiting cunt. 

"Aaah, thank you sir, oh yess..fuck me please". I started fucking her wet cunt in such a hard deep strokes that with each stroke her body pushed forward on the table. She didn't even last as long as Amisha before she screamed, "Yes, yes, I want to cum, please fuck me harder" and then her pussy exploded in hot waves of cum, and I kept pumping her tight juicy cunt with my hard cock until it exploded deep in her wet cunt and started filling her tight little cunt with my hot sperm. "Oh yes, cum in me, give it to me, yes, yes, aaah..." I kept ramming her cunt until my hot cock got a little softer, then I pulled it out and told them both to get on the floor and lick my cock clean. As both Amisha and Rati licked my semi-hard, cum-soaked cock from both sides, I caressed their head playing with their soft silky hair feeling good about having two sexy, slutty bitches to serve me. After they cleaned my cock, I made them clean each other's cum from the floor with their tongues and watched their sexy asses in the air as they licked the floor clean. 

"Now go into the bathroom and clean yourselves. Come back soon, and no clothes."

"Yes, sir."

"Ok, sir"

When they came back, clean and dry, I made them kneel down before me with my right foot between Rati's legs and my left foot between young Amisha's legs. I put one hand on each of their soft cheeks and looked into Rati's eyes, my thumb playing with her soft cheek and her luscious lips as I said, "I want you to stay here with your daughter, Rati. You can help train your daughter as a good slut and re-live the days when you were my slut living in this house." 

"Mmmmmmmmmm, thank you sir. It would be an honor and my pleasure. And thank you for this orgasm. I needed it so badly. My pussy had been tinkling ever since I made the plan to come here with Amisha." She blushed a little. 

"You are welcome doll, and you'll get a lot more orgasms like this while you are here." 

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I can continue this story or write others on other celebrities. Do send your requests if you would like some particular heroine to figure in my story, or some particular scene or dress. Or if you would like to figure in a story yourself, mail me. I am always looking for really hot and slutty salwar suit and saree dresses.



The Director's Wife



This is a continuation of my previous story “Another Business Dinner”. Briefly, I had gone with my neighbour to a dinner organised by one of her clients. During the dinner, one of the director’s wives had come on to me and, at the end of the evening passed me a slip of paper with her mobile phone number on it. I had returned with Mary, my neighbour, to our cottages in the country where we had made love.

Monday morning dawned and I looked out of my bedroom window, waving goodbye to Mary next door as she left for the airport and a hurriedly arranged trip to New York. She was to be gone for two weeks and our relationship which had turned sexual over the weekend would be put on ice. I watched the chauffer driven car disappear up the lane, before turning back and heading for the kitchen and some breakfast. My initial hunger satisfied, I picked up my mug of coffee and headed for my little home office and settled down at the keyboard. As the PC came to life and the screen flashed through the log-on screens, I noticed the piece of paper tucked under the phone.

“I hope you enjoyed this evening, I enjoyed your company,” it read “Let’s meet. Call me.” Teri’s mobile number was written across the bottom of the sheet. “Hmmm, I wonder?” I thought and returned to the PC. I spent the rest of the day catching up on e-mails, paying bills and generally doing jobs around the house. After the weekend with Mary, I needed a quiet evening so, after a simple dinner, I grabbed a bottle of wine and settled into the reclining chair in my lounge to listen to some music. By 10 o’clock I was sound asleep.

At 8:30 the following morning I awoke, still in my chair, the sun streaming in through the windows. Rubbing my eyes, I went to the loo and then to the kitchen for something to eat. I smelled like a tramp, yesterday’s clothes were still on me, now very crumpled from my night in the chair. I grabbed a second coffee and headed for the PC to check my e-mails before heading for the shower. 

There was a message from Mary, confirming that she would not be returning until the end of the following week and saying how much she missed me already. I scanned the rest of the mail, answered two urgent ones and reached forward to shut the PC down. It was then that I noticed that piece of paper again.

I looked at my watch – 9:15. I reached for the phone and then paused. How could I be doing this or even thinking about it? Mary and I had enjoyed a wonderful weekend, full of love and passion. How could I even think about another sexual encounter so soon? Then the little devil voice in the back of my head took over “Go for it, this lady is a slut, not like Mary.” “Mary is probably love, but this woman is offering you lust.”

The devil won and I picked up the phone and tapped out the 10 digits. After all, it may not be anything and I could always turn away or cry off. “Hello” Teri’s voice sounded hesitant.

“Hi. It’s Bill. From Friday Night”

Without a moments hesitation she said “Hello, I was hoping you would call. I half expected you to ring yesterday.”

“I was too busy with work” I lied “but I thought I would give you a call to say thank you for Friday’s dinner.” I tried not to sound too eager, nor too cautious.

“Well Friday was fun for me too and you looked after me so well”, she replied “So can we meet?”

“Well Yes,” I replied “I could come up to town any day this week.”

“Oh sorry didn’t I say in the note? I’m at our country cottage until Thursday.” Her voice sounded light and happy. Happy that I would be accepting her invitation soon.

“Oh that’s a shame” I said imagining somewhere miles away from me, “perhaps another time then?” Perhaps fate would ensure that I kept true to Mary?

“Well I don’t think it’s far from you. I’m in Bibury just west of Oxford. Don’t you live somewhere in Buckinghamshire?”

The devil took over again “Yes and I know Bibury. In the Cotswolds right?”

You could almost feel her excitement when she said “Yes that’s right. Could you come over today?”

Two hours later I was in my car, pulling off the Oxford by-pass heading west on the A40. Freshly showered and shaved, cologne sprayed on in all the right places and dressed in a golf shirt and my best Dockers. Meatloaf thumped out his top hits over the audio in my Audi. I could feel my pulse quicken as I drove, nearing Bibury and Teri. Why was I not just turning around and heading home? The devil inside found a convincing answer to each question!

Teri’s “cottage” in the country turned out to be a rambling farmhouse down a quiet lane. A stone built structure which in daylight looked the very essence of a Cotswold farm. No doubt at night it would make a perfect set for a horror movie, of a home for my little devil.

My car turned into the circular drive at the front of the house, the tyres scrunching the gravel as I drew to a stop. As instructed, I walked around the side of the house to a smaller side door, no doubt once the servants’ entrance. I pulled the large bell handle and heard a clang somewhere deep inside the house.

What seemed like a minute (but probably less than half that) passed before the heavy door opened.

“Bill you found me alright then?” the question unnecessary as she stepped aside to let me enter. Teri was dressed in a big red bath robe, the collar of which was turned up and the neck pulled across. She looked as if she may have just left the shower, but the well groomed hair, the modest but immaculate make-up and the perfume gave a lie to that.

The door closed behind me and she came to my side.

“Shall we go up then?” her frank, open remark rocked me back on my heels. There was no mistaking the meaning, and my look of surprise must have showed.

“Oh come on Bill, we both know why you are here.” She looked into my eyes, a deep sensual look. I knew I was lost. Like a lamb to the slaughter I followed her up the narrow steep stairs which opened out directly into a huge room totally dominated by a king-size bed. The quilt was already drawn down, the dark blue silk sheets like a small pond in the middle of the room.

She turned to me, the blond shoulder length hair moved around her neck as if on a gentle wind.

“So Bill are you going to keep me waiting?” a ‘come and get me’ smile spread across her lips as her small hands went to the knot at the front of her robe. She pulled the cord and the robe parted. A shrug of her shoulders and it slide down her arms to lay in a heap on the floor.

She was naked. Beautiful, wonderfully curved and naked. The only adornment a small gold nipple ring on her right breast. A surprise given her status and wealth.

“So, what do you think Bill?” my eyes no doubt gave away exactly what I thought of this woman.

“Wonderful” I replied, “Perfect ……..”

Her look questioned my hesitation. I went for broke.

“A perfectly beautiful fuck slut.”

Her face broke back into a smile “Well then Bill, this slut wants to see you naked and then have you fuck this slut’s cunt.” She moved toward me running her hand over my cock which had grown thick inside my trousers. She went for the belt, undoing the simple clip and pulling it free. She pulled down my zipper and my slacks fell to my ankles.

“Mmmm a man prepared” her head bowed to look at my rising cock which, with forethought I had not held in any underwear. I pulled the golf shirt over my head, kicked off my shoes and prised my socks off my feet. I stood naked in front of her.

“So what do you think Teri” I asked in an echo of her earlier rquestion.

“Perfect” she replied mocking “a perfect fuck stick nice and long and fat.”

With that she fell to her knees and, looking up at me with those deep blue eyes, let her tongue move forward to flick the head of my hard cock. Her small hand came up to encircle my organ, to pull the skin slowly back to reveal the purple head. That tongue snaked around the head, running under the ridge of the crown, returning to probe the small eye at its tip. Then her lips encircled me, taking the whole head into her mouth before slowly running down my shaft. Half way in I felt her throat muscles move and my cock head passed into her throat. Onwards her lips travelled until her nose nestled in my pubic hair. A look of triumph on her face, she slowly eased my cock back again, her teeth grazing the sides of my shaft, exerting just a little sharp pressure. Her hands held my thighs for balance as she started to fuck her mouth down onto my cock, all the while her eyes stared up at me. Her look a mixture of pride in successfully deep throating me, and sheer lust.

I grabbed her soft hair, holding a clump of it and turning it tight around my fingers, using it to force her face down again, my cock back into her throat.

“You want my cock slut?” She could not answer, except with those eyes, eyes now just pure lust. She obviously liked to be treated rough. If today I was her bit of rough then I was happy to play the part.

My usual desire to return oral pleasures was forgotten, all I wanted at the moment was to release my load into her eager face. I continued to fuck into her mouth, barely withdrawing long enough to let her gasp for air. My fingers twisted in her hair, certain that I was causing her pain but I did not care. This was a hidden me, one who simply wanted to use and abuse this lovely creature.

I felt my balls tighten. She sensed it too and increased the suction of her mouth and the pressure of her teeth while I slammed my cock into her throat. I felt the first rush, scalding inside my cock in its rush to be released. What seemed like a heavy load, left me to splash against the walls of her throat, I pulled back, letting a second salvo shoot into the roof of her mouth. Pulling back and out of her clasping mouth, a third and fourth shot hit her face, leaving two rivulets of cum to trickle across her left eye and down her nose.

My breathing was rapid, I felt as if I had gained extra strength as I looked down at this creature before me. Cum running down her face, her hair a mess, her breasts heaving as she fought to get air back into her lungs. She was looking up at me, if it was lust before, I do not know how to describe this look. Wanton lust, or sex crazed, both fail in their adequacy.

I reached down and grabbed her by the shoulders, pulling her roughly to her feet before spinning her round and pushing her back against the bed. I practically threw myself on top of her, my mouth going to her breasts, puling upwards with my hands to take her hard nipples into my mouth. My tongue twirled around the nipple ring, poking into it and tugging it, my teeth scraped over the hard flesh, nibbling the soft skin, leaving little pink marks as they sought to devour her breast flesh.

My fingers went to her snatch, already wet with her arousal. They twirled into the soft folds, opening up her thick lips to explore her deeper, my thumb arching upwards to rub her clit and bring that sensitive little knob into play. As I attacked her body with pure sexual lust, she writhed beneath me, alternately thrusting her breasts at my mouth and her pussy at my demanding fingers.

“Oh fuck yes.” Her voice rose, pleading; demanding. “Take me, fuck me, use me.” I was barely listening and needed no encouragement.

Two fingers slipped easily into her dripping pussy, her juice running down my fingers as I probed into her. I turned them around inside her, the tips reaching up, deep inside her pussy, searching for her G spot, rubbing the inner walls behind her clit. I squeezed her between my thumb on her clit and my fingers on her inner pussy walls. She screamed out “Yes Oh fuck YES”

I kissed my way down her body till my mouth was over her clit. I blew air over that hard nub of flesh then took it between my lips, sucking hard. My fingers continued their assault of her inner walls. I managed to squeeze a third into her as she convulsed above me. She was getting close, but I needed to give her more.

I used my teeth to scrape her clit, to nibble it as I plunged my fingers deep and hard into her slick hole. They were in as far as the knuckles on the back of my hand. This girl could be stretched and was crazy for it. I tried for a fourth finger, using insistent pressure to force my four bunched fingers into her protesting hole.

“No you bastard, too much.” She wailed, “Fuck you” but she did not try and move away; on the contrary she pushed downwards onto them, taking them slowly into her hot wet pussy. I was in awe as her pussy stretched to accommodate my fingers. When they were as far in as I dared to go, I started to massage her inner walls with my finger tips while renewing my assault on her clit. As my tempo increased she started to thrash wildly and I could feel the tension reaching breaking point inside her.

“Ahhhhhh yes I’m there don’t stop. Fuck Me. Yessssssssssssssss”

Her body went into a series of convulsions, each one greater than the next. Her pussy tightened around my hand until I thought she would stop the blood flowing. Somehow, out of that tight hot cavern, pussy juice flowed in more abundant quantities as she screamed into her first orgasm. I sucked hard on her clit and she went into a second more powerful orgasm, her body arched high off the bed, forcing me to lose contact with her clit. “Oh fuck YES.” A third orgasm overtook her, so powerful that her pussy practically expelled my fingers from with her, releasing yet more cum juice. I moved back slightly, watching her pussy twitch, looking into the lewdly gaping hole, watching her juice slide down her dark pink tunnel. A series of smaller spasms went through her body, slowly declining as she came down from her high.

I on the other hand was now so turned on by the sight of this woman in the throes of sexual release, that all I could think about was satisfying my own lust. My cock, now painfully hard, stood high against my body.

I pulled her over onto all fours on the bed and charged up behind her, my cock level with her stretched pussy.

“No no not yet” she screamed, “wait for fucks sake wait.” But I was not going to let this beauty off so lightly. I thrust my cock deep inside her pussy in one lunge. With all the juice flowing I met no resistance, pushing deep inside until my balls slapped against her ass cheeks. As I hit bottom, her inner muscles contracted to grip me. Despite the action of my fingers, this was not going to be a slack fuck. I held the cheeks of her ass roughly between my two hands and started to fuck her hard, battering into her with all my strength. I saw her look backwards towards me, her eyes filled with a mixture of hurt and lust.

“You fucking bastard” she spat the words out, then added in case I needed encouragement “fuck me fill my cunt make me feel your cock.” I continued to ram into her my hands gripping her hips to emphasise the power of my thrusts. “Yesssss harder ram it into me. Yessssssss.”

How she managed to grip me I will never know, but her pussy remained tight as I fucked her. I resolved to break new ground. Scooping some of her juice onto my fingers I spread the warm liquid around her anus with the fingers of my right hand. Massaging that tight hole, probing, seeking entry.

“Oh no not that as well? Yesss fuck me give me everything.” In response I pushed my finger past the ring of muscle and into her hot ass. “You like this slut?” Stupid question, but I wanted her to know that I was going to treat her like the amateur whore she was. Her reply was to push back against my finger, taking it all into her passage.

I now fucked her in both holes and when I knew her ass was loose enough, I added a second finger, using them like a second prick to fuck her rear while my cock ploughed into her pussy. Her head fell to the bed her body levering itself back against my twin assault on her holes. Her inner muscles now gripped me in an attempt to get me to cum, but I had other plans.

I pulled my hard slick dick and fingers from her two holes to the audible sound of two plops. I raised myself slightly and aimed my cock at her rosebud, still slightly open from my finger fuck. I pushed forward, using my strength to force myself into her back passage. She looked around, her eyes nearly closed, her mouth hanging open as my cock entered her. “No your bastard you are too big. Not my ass please …….” Her voice tailed off as my cock sank into her until the head reached into her rectum. 

“Tell me you don’t want this” I shouted at her, “tell me you don’t want my cock up your tight ass, tell me you don’t want me to cum in your dirty little hole.”

No answer other than a deep groan. I started to fuck her, slowly at first, but as her passage loosened slightly, I started to build up speed until I was hammering her ass. I could see the tight ring of flesh gripping the side of my cock as I fucked into her. I felt my balls tighten; I knew I was about to cum. I reached down to her clit and started to finger her. The tell-tale signs of her impending orgasm told me that she was ready to receive my load. I thrust high into her bowels and let a huge cum shoot into her. As it hit her, she convulsed and went into the throes of another frantic orgasm. Her ass clutched my cock as she milked a second deposit out of me. Then a third and a fourth, all matched by her own orgasmic contractions. All my energy seemed to leave me as a fifth spurt left my cock and I collapsed onto her heaving frame, squashing her against the silken sheets, now stained by our joint secretions.

I could not move and my weight meant that she was effectively pinned to the bed. As my breath started to return to normal, my cock wilted and slipped from her tight hole. I rolled to my side, staring up at the ceiling. She laying beside me, my cum running out of her ass to mingle with her own juice before running down to soak the sheets even more.

I don’t know how long I lay there, but it took some time before I could recover enough to turn onto my side and look at her. Her eyes were nearly closed, a dreamy sated look on her face.

“You’re quite something” she said slowly “ it will be ages before my poor pussy and ass get back to normal. I have never been stretched like that.”

“You’re not so bad yourself” I smiled back at her “you have a talented body just made for fucking.”

“Thank you kind sir, but now I need a shower.” She rose slowly and grabbed my hand and led me to the en-suite.

We dived under the hot water and started to soap each other down. I used my well lathered hands to wash her around her ass and pussy, both still pliable enough to permit my fingers to enter into the soft holes, my touch making her jump as they grazed over the still sensitive flesh.

She lathered her hands and washed my body, soaping my chest before going to work on my cock and balls, incredibly bringing them back to hard life. As my cock rose, I started to massage her breasts, gently at first, then applying more pressure, enjoying the sight of my fingers pressing into the creamy flesh. She started to moan, this lady obviously liked to be treated hard and firm. My fingers circled the hard nipples, then I grabbed them between thumb and forefinger to twist and pull them, giving the hardest treatment to the one adorned with the ring which I pulled hard pulling the flesh taut. That look of lust mixed with pain returned to her face as I manipulated them, Those big blue eyes looking at me, imploring me as I used them to move her body, pulling down on them, forcing her to her knees, before pulling them sharply upwards to bring her back to her feet.

I yanked downward again; she fell to the floor, loosing her footing so that I held her weight by her nipples. She screamed and she fell from my grasp onto the wet floor in a heap. That look again, pleading “Bill fuck me, use me.”

I grabbed her by the hair and forced her face to my cock which she swallowed in one easy movement. As I twisted my fingers in her wet hair, I forced my cock deep into her throat, enjoying the tightness, the knowledge that she was nearly choking on me spurred me on. I had always been a sexual romantic, but this woman had unearthed something new in me. I yanked her off my cock and almost dragged her by the hair back to the bedroom. I picked her up and threw her on the bed.




The Director's Wife



The summer of my junior in high school, when I had just turned 18, I had a job at a wildlife sanctuary in Massachusetts. I and two other guys from different schools boarded at the director's house and worked to maintain the trails and gardens, clear brush, mow lawns, build a boardwalk through a swamp -- that kind of thing. It was fairly hard work. I also took photographs to document the activities of the sanctuary and developed them myself back in my darkroom at home about half an hour away. We all went home on Saturday after closing and came back Monday morning.

Tom was the director, a naturalist in his early 30s, friendly, slightly built, handsome but with thinning hair. Susan was his wife, younger, pretty, fresh looking, with a ponytail and two young children. My fellow boarders were Dave and Brian. Dave had just finished high school, and Brian had just begun college. They shared a room; I had a room of my own in an ell of the house. We all had dinner together every day on the porch, family style.

There were several ponds on the sanctuary, and one of them was good for swimming. It was spring-fed and deep enough to be clear of pond weeds except at the edges. We often took a swim there after work. Sometimes Tom, Susan, and the kids came, sometimes just us three guys, and sometimes Susan took the three of us. It was her time to be away from the kids for an hour, and they stayed at the house with Tom. I knew the pond well. There was a family of wood ducks, and I had set up a blind to photograph them.

The first time we came only with Susan she asked us to help get the raft in. It had just been repainted. It was the usual kind of square wooden raft on barrels, rather heavy, and it took the four of us to move it, one on each side. Susan was on the high side. I can still see her there in her one-piece black suit. Or rather, I can still see her when she bent over to move the raft, because the top of her suit had lost its elasticity and hung down and allowed a full view of her breasts. I remember being stunned and going weak in the knees, that view was so unexpected and sexy. Susan had a fine pair of conical titties, white from lack of sun with conical, rosy areolae. Dave and Brian also had a full view, though from the side, as I was just opposite her. We took our time getting the raft to the shore. My heart was pounding and my head swimming when we finally arrived. Susan was unaware (wasn't she?) of what she had been showing us. 

We swam out with the raft and anchored it, then dove off it. The raft had a small ladder. Dave, Brian and I watched Susan climb up from below. She had a sweet round ass, but she didn't seem to realize the effect she was having on us. She was the director's wife and ten years older than us. We were just the hired help. Strangely, we had never paid much attention to her before. She was always dealing with her kids, for one thing. But now she was just here with us.

I also remember standing on the raft when Susan pulled herself up. I got another view of her breasts, though briefer than before. But this time I was looking for it, for that flash of swelling white flesh tipped with pink. It churned up my stomach to see her breasts. At one point we all lay on the raft together. I was furthest from Susan, but I propped myself up to look at her. Her eyes were closed. I could see the outline of her nipples and areolae against the worn fabric of her suit. Her wet white thighs glistened. A prominent mons rose from between them. I felt warm blood flowing to my cock. I stared at her until I was fully erect in my suit. Strangely, I didn't feel like hiding it, but when she turned toward me I turned away. My head turned more than my body, though, and if she'd looked at my suit, she would have seen her effect on me pitching a tent.

We three guys talked about Susan when we went up to our rooms after dinner. Dave announced that he was going to screw her before the summer was over, which Brian and I thought impossible. As for myself, I was hooked. I weeded her favorite flower bed. I helped her take the laundry off the line when we had a sudden shower. Her bras and panties were nothing special except one black pair (for Saturday night?), and she got to them first herself, whipping them into the hamper.

A week passed before we were alone again with her at the pond. Brian had gone off to Boston to do some research, so it was just the three of us. Out we swam, then lay on the raft, on our stomachs, Dave in the middle. It was Dave who spoke first. He asked Susan if she could put some sunscreen on his back. He produced a tube which he must have carried out inside his swimsuit. She said OK. 

I don't think I've given a physical description of Dave. He had a strong, athletic body. He was shorter than I was, but more muscular. Broad shoulders, narrow waist. Wavy hair that fell over his forehead like Elvis, and with the same sleepy look and pouty lips. Susan squirted some cream on his back and began to rub it around. Soon she was using both hands. I watched in a way that Susan couldn't see me watching. I couldn't see everything, but I saw her hand reach around toward Dace's rib cage. There was really no need for that. But I couldn't blame her. She was just seizing the opportunity. 

She finished and lay down. Dave thanked her. She didn't offer to do me. We talked about something, and after a while Dave offered to put some sunscreen on Susan's back, what there was of it showing, that is. It was a bold thing to propose. But she said OK, sure. Dave went to work, spreading and rubbing Susan's upper back and neck and shoulders and arms up to the elbows. He seemed to cover all the areas twice. Then he put the tube down and got ready to lie down. I could see that he had a boner worthy of the name. He had to lie on his back so as not to crush it. Susan's head was turned away, but I had the impression that a line had been crossed, though nothing further happened that day.

But two days later, after Dave and I and the hired man had been working in the woods trimming and clearing and came back at five soaked with sweat, Susan took us to the pond again, with Tom's blessing. She drove an old farm pickup and we sat in the back, bouncing along an old woods road. Wr usually changed in the little boat shed next to the pond.

But today when we arrived Dave announced: "Sorry, but I'm not wearing a suit today: too hot." And he stripped off and dove in. I did the same, and it felt great. Susan was in mild shock on the shore. "Bring the sunscreen," Dave called. With her suit on, she did. When she arrived we were lying on our bellies with our white buns to the sky. We took up positions so that Susan would have to lie between us. "You guys are going to get sunburned, you know," Susan said. 

"Don't let it happen, we'll have to miss work and it'll be your fault," said Dave. 

"You can do your own buns, I'll do you backs," she replied. 

Before she started in on Dave, she asked, "What's this?" 

Dave said, "Cocoa butter, it's new." 

"Kind of oily." 

"Smooth." 

"I like the smell." 

"Yeah, me too." As Susan bent over him on her knees, I simply admired her ass. She started at Dave's neck and shoulders, but couldn't stop herself when she came to the small of the back and the base of the spine. She just kept going, right over Dave's cheeks and down his thighs, all the way to his calves. When she was done she slapped the soles of his feet and said, "That ought to hold you." Then she turned around and said, "Now it's your turn." 

No woman had ever touched me the way she did. Her hands were smooth, and she put that cream on with long, massaging strokes, both hands at once. The director's wife's hands kneading the cheeks of my ass? It was heaven, but the devil must have been pleased to see it.

"Now it's my turn, and I'm going to close my eyes."

If she had opened them, she would have seen two young men with swollen cocks kneeling over her. We each took a side. 

"Take your straps off, anyway, they get in the way," Dave said. She slipped her straps off, and we caught a flash of breast before she lay back down. Her arms were spread in front of her, crooked at the elbows. The cocoa butter was like the finish oil I had applied to wood, smooth and oily and aromatic. But there still wasn't a lot of upper body to work with. 

"Four hands, that's new," Susan said, and she seemed a little surprised at the sensation. 

Now for the legs. We started together at the ankles. Her calves weren't so slim, but I liked the feel of that firm round flesh that swelled, then thinned at the back of the knee. And started swelling again at the base of the thigh. Susan's thighs were solid and supple. It took a firm hand, or hands, to work them over. We weren't spreading sunscreen any more, we were slowly mauling Susan's legs: it was as erotic a massage as we could give without touching the parts hidden by her suit. We got closer, grasping her thighs with both hands, squeezing and stroking. We didn't dare rub her between the legs -- I mean, just out and out stroke her pussy through her suit. We didn't dare. 

"If someone comes, just dive in, OK?" said Susan. As well she might have: we would have looked like two Roman slaves attending our mistress during the reign of Caligula. It was a scene worthy of a brothel in Pompeii. We both had full erections. Dave had a randy-looking, thick, circumcised cock. The veins stood out on the shaft and the head gleamed in the sun. As for me, the throbbing at the root of me was almost painful. We did keep a lookout for intruders, but hikers rarely came to the pond, and we could see the woods road where they would be coming from.

When we finished we lay down on our backs. We had lost any inhibitions we might have had. We were both thinking, "Why doesn't Susan just extend a hand -- two hands -- and stroke our cocks until we come right here on the dock?" But we just lay there in silence and erotic agony, all three of us, not sure of what was next. Dave had an idea, though. 

"Susan, you really should get a bikini, you know. That old suit of yours has to go. Everybody's wearing them now." 

"High school girls, you mean." 

"Ursula Andress, I mean. A bikini would look great on you, too." I had to admit, Dave had a way with words.

At dinner we played it straight, and during our work days we were so full of energy that Tom had nothing to complain about. He and the kids came swimming with us once. No skinny-dipping, needless to say.

But Susan bought a bikini. Nothing too revealing, but a big improvement. And of course, she needed sunscreen on that newly exposed flesh. So we repeated our Roman slave act, concentrating on the lower back, especially where the curves of her ass began to swell. The bikini bottom was briefer than her old suit all around, in fact, so we stroked all around that beautiful round ass. I saw Dave reach his fingers under the edges of the bottom, too, and I followed suit, which was unbearably erotic. 

"Take it easy, guys," said Susan, but she was obviously enjoying it. She looked around as she said it, with open eyes, right at Dave's swollen, purple cock, then quickly turned away. But she'd seen it.

I said I had to get back to the house to make a phone call to my parents about visiting colleges; I pretended that I'd just remembered that I'd arranged the call. I said I'd just take a shortcut through the woods but wouldn't be back. And indeed I did dive off the raft, put on my suit, and depart. Before doubling back, that is. And very stealthily taking up a position in the duck blind. Where I had left my camera, a tripod, and a 135mm lens. I hadn't told Dave I was going to do this. It was kind of an experiment. I figured three was a crowd. I knew they would both be turned on, though I hadn't expected the bikini. I knew that I was giving them an opportunity which might not come again: alone on the raft together (and Dave buck naked) with just ten days left in the summer.

Of course I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other, though I could see it clear as day (better, with the help of my SLR and zoom lens). Thank God for my tripod, because my hands were trembling. That queasy feeling returned and my head swam. They were both lying on their stomachs, heads resting on crossed arms, facing each other. Dave later told me that Susan was asking him never to say anything to Tom about the bikini or skinny-dipping or anything that might make her husband (and our boss) jealous or suspicious. 

"Suspicious of what," asked Dave? 

"Of nothing, that's just the point," said Susan. 

"Nothing? What if you were to put some of that coconut oil on me right now?" 

"What if I did? I've done it before."

She did it again. But this time they were alone. So Susan felt free to straddle Dave at the waist. She started at the shoulders. Click. My angle was mostly from behind, but the raft was slowly twirling on its single anchor. She worked her way down Dave's broad back toward that narrow waist. She backed up, still straddling him. She looked around nervously. Could she see the lens at my little porthole? Well, there was always a lens at my porthole: I left a glass filter there for the ducks to get used to. Then she began to work over those well-muscled buttocks. Click. 

"Don't move." he said (he later told me) 

And he turned himself over in one cat-like movement and lay naked underneath her with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. She gasped. He repeated, "Don't move." 

Dave's cock was fully erect. She looked right down at it, stared at it. I watched through the camera. Click, from a better angle that showed what she was doing, and that showed the angle on that stiff, strong 18-year-old cock. 

"Kiss me, Susan," said Dave, and opened his eyes. They met hers. She was frozen, as still as a statue. Dave told me that he said, "You're so beautiful. And sexy. That bikini is driving me crazy." She still didn't move. He freed his arms and lightly touched her shoulders. She bent down over him. As she did so, he gently raised his pelvis until he made contact -- his naked cock against the thin strip of cloth between her legs. Click.

She tensed up and froze. Then she jumped up and dove into the water! She swam for shore, and Dave dove in and swam right after her. He caught up with her just as she reached the edge of the pond and grabbed for her legs. She got free and stumbled a bit, and in another moment Dave was holding her in his arms and kissing her on the lips. His arms were wrapped around her. She seemed to have gone limp; then she wrapped her arms around Dave's back. He kissed her neck, her shoulders. She looked around in a panic. 

"The boathouse."

It was her idea. He took her by the hand and they ducked inside the little boathouse, which was no more than a shed. It had one window. As noiselessly as an Indian, I went to that window, but I didn't dare look in. I could hear the sounds, though. Sounds of kissing and stumbling and contact with the wall, sounds of sighing and crying. They weren't making love, just making out. I had to peek. I got away with it. Susan's top was off. Dave was gripping her body and sucking on a breast. Susan's eyes were closed in surrender. 

I ducked, my heart beating wildly, my knees weak, pressed against the building as if I were hiding from a sniper. Or was myself a sniper. I stole another look, though I was terrified I'd meet Susan's eyes, she'd scream, and it would all be over. Not to worry. She'd gone down on Dave and was sucking that beautiful young cock, gobbling it up, her hair wet and disheleved. And Dave was looking down with his hands in that hair. Then she raised her head and I ducked fast. 

When I heard a rhythmical slapping sound I looked again. Dave had lifted Susan up -- she was fully naked now -- and had pressed her against the back wall of the shed. Her arms were wound tight around his back. He was screwing her, just as he'd promised, with fast, hard strokes, driving his cock up into her. It was too risky to watch. Dave wouldn't have been happy with an interruption. I clapped my ear to the shed to hear the sounds they were making, the slapping and Susan's short groans every time Dave drove up into her as deep as he could.

At some point the sounds stopped, and I froze. Then they started again, and I looked. Susan was bent over, facing the wall, her hands bracing her body. Dave was giving it to her doggy-style, his hands on her hips, thrusting into her with loud, smooth strokes. I heard her say: "Fuck me hard." I had never heard a woman speak like that. In response Dave pounded his pelvis against Susan's round ass. Her flesh shook with the blows. Her breasts swung wildly. Her head hung down. Since they were both facing away from me, I thought, now is the time. Just one click. My hands weren't so steady, but I did it. That click was so loud! But they were louder. If Tom or anyone had come...but they were in their own world. And I watched them in it. There was no stopping Dave once Susan had released him into that fucking frenzy, and soon he came, with groans and crashing, shuddering strokes. He clung to her like a child. I figured it was time for me to get out of there.

I took a few creeping, quiet steps away from the shed, and then I ran, I ran with my camera in my hand, without stopping, down the trail, not looking behind me, trying to get out of sight, as if I were being pursued. When I ran out of breath I was shaking, and smiling. They had the sex, but I had the pictures. 

Dinner on the porch was as routine as ever. We were all such good actors. Tom asked how our swim was. We talked about how to control duckweed. I was a little disconcerted when he asked how my photographic project was coming along. He said he was looking forward to publishing my photos in the sanctuary's fall bulletin. I promised to bring a set of prints after the weekend, when I'd have time in my darkroom.

Dave told me what had happened after I had left. I didn't reveal what I'd done, and seen. He kept saying how Susan was so hot. He repeated the line about "Fuck me hard." He didn't tell me much that I didn't already know. He said he wanted to do it again: no surprise there. I told him to play it cool, or he might get fed to the snapping turtles.

I returned from the weekend with two different sets of prints. One showed various sites of environmental interest around the sanctuary as well as a family of wood ducks nesting and swimming in a pond; the other showed Dave, naked and in a state of sexual arousal, and the scantily clad and provocatively positioned sanctuary director's wife together on the raft of the same pond, along with one shot, slightly blurry, of the director's wife naked and getting fucked from behind in a small interior space. I showed the first set to Tom, who was very pleased. I showed the second set to Dave, who was shocked, and also pleased. These were very hot photos (and yes, I still have them). The identity of the participants was not open to question. The only question was what to do with the images.

I didn't want to upset or embarrass Susan or her husband. I didn't want to get Dave or myself in trouble. I just wanted -- my turn. Dave said he would be the lookout -- and watch through the window. He still wanted the first round, though. He looked on Susan as his girl. I didn't mind. I liked watching Dave and learning his tricks. There was a further complication. Brian was returning the next morning and would be with us. And of course we would have to break the news to Susan. I volunteered.

The four of were back at the pond. It was a hot, humid day, and we three guys had just finished clearing a field. The water felt good. Susan wore her bikini. We had our suits on. We hadn't told Brian, just to see how wide his eyes would get. There would be no need for sunscreen today, as storm clouds were building up. The four of us lay on the raft, Susan on the side, then Dave, then me, then Brian. 




The Director's Wife



"Susan," I began, matter-of-factly, "the other day when I left to call my parents, I came back. In fact, I didn't really leave. I wanted to get some more pictures of the ducks. I got some good ones." No reaction. "And some of you and Dave on the raft." 

"Can I see them?" 

"Yes, but only you and Dave, and no one else. Ever. I promise."

The first raindrops began to fall on us, sooner than we expected, and we heard thunder in the distance. We held our ground on the raft for a little while, but then the drops began to get bigger, and rain pattered on the surface of the pond. 

"The boathouse," said Dave. We all dived in and swam for shore. Dave grabbed our towels and we all ducked into the shed. A wave of rain hammered on the roof and it poured off the eaves. It was pretty dim inside, but our eyes soon adjusted to it. Dave handed towels to me and Brian but none to Susan. We were all standing in the middle of the little room. 

"Let's dry you off," he said.

He began with her shoulders and her hair. Brian and I hesitated, then each of us got down on one knee and took a leg. Susan spread them apart for us. All this was new to Brian, who didn't know what was happening. He didn't seem to mind. Whatever fantasies he had had before his absence were suddenly coming true. Susan didn't say anything at first, and I felt a little tension in the air. 

Then she came out with: "It's like I'm at the car wash." 

That broke the ice. Dave had done her back and was now kissing her shoulders. He rubbed the towel against her breasts, still in their bikini top. 

"That'll be five dollars," he said. 

"I don't have it," she replied. 

"Well, then...," said Dave, and he kissed her on the lips. Meanwhile Brian and I had moved up to the top of Susan's thighs. I passed my hand and forearm between her legs and brushed her pussy with my wrist. Brian toweled her ass. I switched hands and passed my arm through her legs again. She was locked in a kiss with Dave. We could all hear her making sighing sounds.

Dave unhooked her top. I kissed the thigh I had been towelling. Brian looked at me as if to ask what we should do next. I nodded. We each took a side of those bikini bottoms and pulled them down. Susan reached down reflexively to stop us, but it was too late, we had them around her ankles in no time. I was eye-level with her full glossy bush, which I hadn't really had a good look at through the window before. I could smell a sex smell. No wonder: Dave was feasting on those ripe titties. 

Boom! Thunder crashed and lighting struck nearby. Dave dropped his suit and we did the same. He lifted Susan up and impaled her on his cock and pressed her to the wall as he'd done before. I took one of Susan's wrists and pinned it to the wall, and Brian took the other. Dave was supporting her himself. With my free hand I fondled a breast. Brian followed suit. Dave pounded in a machine-like rhythm as the rain beat on the roof. I watched his slick, stiff cock plunge between Susan's congested pussy lips, which pouted out from her thick pubic hair. I took Susan's hand and wrapped it around my throbbing cock. She started stroking it according to the rhythm of Dave's thrusts. I leaned against the wall beside her and kissed her on the lips. Her mouth was hot and open. She kissed me wantonly. She was drinking up the sex from every source. She was drunk on it, abandoned to it. 

Dave increased his pace. Then he drove home a final convulsive thrust, groaning deeply. Susan cried out at the same time, her body bucked and twitched, and tears came to her eyes. Then there was nothing but silence and the steady patter of the rain, softer now on the shed roof. 

Dave withdrew. Susan found her feet and turned to lean again the wall. I saw that white ass -- the imprint of Dave's hands was still visible from where he had been supporting her -- and I positioned myself behind it. When I placed my hands on Susan's hips, she spread her legs and braced herself against the wall. Now it was my turn. I guided my cock inside her and buried myself inside that sheath of hot candy. Then I began to pump and bump up against the ass that I had been dreaming about all summer. I put my hands on Susan's shoulders and slapped up against her. She just absorbed the shocks, each one drawing a little soft grunting sound out of her. Another wave of thunder and lightning and rain was passing over us. I grabbed Susan by the hips and stroked hard and fast until I felt the trigger inside of me ready to fire. I felt a gushing, aching sensation, and then euphoria. I remember hearing the wind and rain lashing the shed as if it were in a dream.

That left Brian, who hadn't been expecting anything like this. He stepped into my position and was soon pounding that ass to his heart's content. I saw that Dave was semi-erect again, and soon Susan had his cock in her mouth. I was beginning to think that Tom might be worried about us and come looking for us in his car. I looked out the window for any headlights on the woods road. Brian came with a nice loud groan. When Susan saw me looking out the window she suddenly snapped out of the zone she'd been in and looked out anxiously. No one was there, but we figured we'd better get back. Susan put on her clothes and we put on our wet suits. We piled in the back of the pickup, Susan alone in the cab. It was still raining, but when we reached the house it was beginning to let up. 

Tom was out on the front yard, where a big limb had come down across the driveway. We all helped him drag it to the side. Susan slipped in to see the kids and take a shower. We explained that we'd been waiting for the storm to pass over before coming back. We were going to get away with it. Tom never had a clue.

The weather got cooler and we never went back to the pond. We all had a final dinner together, then went our separate ways. Dave said he'd be willing to volunteer some time on weekends during the year, since his college wasn't far away. I knew what that meant, but I don't know what happened. We all lost touch. 

But I know that none of us has forgotten.



The Director's Wife



My hard cock stood proud of my body as I climbed onto the bed, straddling her. I aimed and let my cock sink into her pussy, slick and still hot from our earlier coupling.

“Yes Bill fuck my poor little cunt.. Fuck your poor little slut.” I did as she said, starting to pound into her channel, wondering how many others had been treated to this delight, speculating if her husband Mike knew what a little slut she was. She writhed beneath me trying to force my cock higher into her. I reached down and used a finger to locate her clit, then to pinch it between two fingers, “No, pleaseee. It’s already too sensitive, just fuck me with that hard cock.” I ignored her for a few minutes then let a finger slip inside her pussy as my cock stroked in and out. The effect was electric, she thrashed more, so I pushed a second finger in, spreading them to open her up while my cock hammered away. Her hands went to her tits and started to maul them, pinching her nipples harder then I had dared. She was long past normal reactions; she was in the throws of pure animal lust, shouting out names, begging me to make her cum. Begging me to flood her pussy.

A few minutes of this and I could not hold out any longer. I jammed fingers and cock hard into her pussy, letting go a huge stream of cum which, as it hit her inside, triggered her own orgasm.

Her body went rigid. All her muscles contracted she screamed, she went into a series of spasm which literally sucked the cum from my cock. I had let her have three blasts of cum but she seemed not to notice, she was so engrossed in her own orgasm. With her final contraction she expelled me from within her and passed out. Her breathing heavy and irregular.

I sat on the edge of the bed and watched her; she did not move, letting herself fall into a deep satisfied sleep.

When I managed to get my breath back. I got up and dressed and walked out of the bedroom and out of her house.

As I drove back to my own cottage, I started to ponder what had happened. The feeling of domination which remained latent within me had escaped – should I let it stay as part of my life? Could I suppress it again? What of Mary?

I had some serious thinking to do! 



The Directors



She strained upward against the ropes, rapidly covering every inch of the black cock with spit, as eagerly as if she was worshipping the original real cock. After teasing her pussy for a few seconds and making her beg for it, he began to push it inside. He literally had to screw it into her, so tightly did it fit. Each twist of the dildo elicited a delighted squeal from her, and it was so long, and so tight, it took quite a while to work it all the way in. When he was done, her pussy lips were seemingly stretched to the limit, the skin painfully tight, her clit taut against the veined black surface. Anytime he touched or moved it would cause her to moan loudly in pleasure, a discovery he tested again and again.

Grabbing the camera, he moved in close to photograph the shaft now splitting his wife wide open. Occasionally she would complain about the time he was taking. In response, a simple twist or flick of the dildo would send her into paroxysms of pleasure, distracting her for a few minutes each time. Finally, after recording all he could, he moved back to the head of the bed and rewarded her with his cock in her mouth. 

The phone rang. Ted's first thought was to ignore it. Probably just a wrong number. The only person who had this number was... shit, his mother. Which meant something about the kids. Which meant that if he didn't answer, and it was something wrong with the kids, then he'd feel guilty for life, and Melissa would rightly blame him for thinking with his dick instead of his head. 

"Hello?" he said, bringing the phone to his ear while trying to keep his balance and his cock in his wife's soft, hot mouth. 

"That big black dildo looks so hot in your wife, um, Melissa's cunt," a stranger's voice said to him. 

What. The. Fuck?? He quickly disconnected the call and stared at the phone in his hand. It immediately rang again.

This time the voice started speaking without waiting for him to say anything. "Now, Ted, that was very rude of you. Though I guess I can cut you some slack, since all you were expecting was an evening of stuffing that black dildo that you bought last week from, um, Adam and Eve, into your wife's hot pussy, and then later replacing it, I would guess, with your own cock. And now you're faced with this."

Ted looked wildly around the room. Clearly someone was watching them, but he couldn't see how. The drapes were pulled shut. A camera behind the mirror maybe? The voice, clearly a man, though it was hard to tell how old, continued to speak and he had to force himself to concentrate. 

"Yes, clearly we're watching you," the voice said as if in reply to Ted's unasked question. "I'm especially impressed with the fact that you're making your wife continue to suck your cock while all this is happening. That kind of focus is going to be important later on."

Ted looked down. It was true. Melissa was still ardently attending to his stiff rod, coating it in kisses and sucking on any patch of skin she could get her lips on. She paused for a moment, her eyes sharpening a bit. "Who is it, hun? Is it the kids?"

"No, not the kids," he assured her. He watched as her eyes lost their focus and became dreamy again as she went back to the important task of gobbling up as much of his dick as she could. 

"Is this blackmail?" he said sharply into the phone. 

"No, not blackmail. More like an even exchange of goods and services. You'll do what we ask you to, and in exchange you'll get free use of the room for the weekend and a video record of a weekend you'll remember for the rest of your life. Now," the man's voice got much sharper, "If I was in your shoes, I'd be wondering just how fast I could pack up my wife and luggage and get the hell out of this hotel. And just how far away the nearest police station is." 

Ted nodded unconsciously at the phone. Those had been his thoughts. 

"But we've already put in place some incentives to help keep you around for the weekend. It's clear we already know your name, and your wife's, and those of your children, and where you bought that huge dildo. But our incentives are much more compelling than that. In fact, they're arriving right... about... now."

There was a loud knock on the door, startling Ted so much he turned away from the bed, pulling his dick from his wife's protesting mouth. 

The voice continued to sound from the phone, "Don't worry. You don't need to answer the door in the nude. You'll find there's a manila envelope on the floor by the door. I'll wait on the line while you go get it. Then bring it back to the bed and we'll go through it together."

Still dazed, Ted struggled to control his rapidly racing mind. A camera. It had to be. Sound too? But why the phone? Maybe they could listen, but wanted to keep conversations private? He had to will himself to walk to the door. He didn't want to leave his wife there, trussed to the bed, her legs open where anyone could see her pussy straining to hold that black dildo. The voice had said "we" and it had said "I." Which was it? Were there more of them? How many? How trustful? How dangerous?

He forced himself to walk to the door, pick up the envelope and return to the bed. He was tempted to look through the contents on his own, without that voice. But if he hung up, they'd just call again. If he let the phone sit, they'd hang up and he'd get that annoying buzzer thing. He realized that in order to figure all that out, his mind must be working better. He was no longer in shock. He could listen to what they had to say.

"Thanks for not hanging up," the voice said. "That gets so annoyingly tiresome. So, open the envelope and listen to my pitch. We try to make it as equal as possible, but of course it's not, because in the end you're being forced to perform for us. That first picture pretty much cuts to the heart of it."

Ted stared down in renewed shock. It was a picture of his wife, from not more than a few minutes ago, naked and tied spread-eagled on the bed, the black dildo clearly visible bulging from her pussy, her face distorted by rapture but clearly recognizable, his cock poised like a snake, ready to pierce her lips and be devoured by her mouth. If it would've been a picture of any other woman, his response would've been a quick hardening of his dick. Instead, he felt a cold shiver go through him. The next pictures were smaller in size but even more damning. Melissa, skin glistening with a sheen of sweat, adroitly licking his balls as if they were the last meal she'd ever consume. Ted, taking intimate pictures of the inside of her cunt, his face clearly visible, leering at her helpless nakedness. A close-up -- how'd they get that? -- of his throbbing cock entering her swollen cunt. And her face, lost in the throes of orgasm, as he screwed the dildo into her tight hole. There was no doubt that she enjoyed, welcomed, being treated like a wanton slut.

"Clearly we have cameras everywhere to catch you in the act. I'm so glad you aren't trying to secretly record our conversation with your cellphone, like one of the last couples. There's not a part of the room that you can be in that we can't see. Though we have provisions for use of the toilet, if that bothers you too much. In any case, the next few pages show just a fraction of how much we know about you and Melissa. Your kids' school, their teachers, your church -- which seems to take a decidedly negative view on the things you're doing this weekend -- your place of employ, Melissa's volunteer activities, friends, family, acquaintances, credit card purchase history... Oh, I hope you brought along that other toy you bought at the same time as the dildo still sticking out of your wife's slit.

"Of special importance are the email and snail mail addresses of all these people. Which brings us to our incentive. The carrot and stick combined, I guess. Either you and Melissa follow the direction that we give you on the phone for the next two evenings, or we send these pictures, and more like them, out to every family member, friend, church congregation, school teacher, acquaintance, work colleague, volunteer and company we can find an address for. Every one. All at once. And there'd be no way to stop it."

"But you'd expose yourself and your little operation," Ted ventured, seeing a possible way out. 

"We could. That's the risk we take. But, we'd be well clear of our operation before anything could happen to us. We'd pack up and go. Find another location. But along the way, we'd also deploy our failsafe, which unfortunately, is more like a club than a mere stick. Because, if you decide to take your chances, and think you can spin her exposure to the point where everyone sees you as a victim and not a pervert, then we'll do this: We'll add your wife's name, address and phone number to the dirtiest pictures we can find in our archive, and distribute them to the kinds of sites where men don't often know the difference between fantasy and reality. And we'll add the caption: 'Come see me. I love to be dominated.' And no matter where you move -- and you'll have to move, because these perverts are relentless -- we'll change the address to your new one. You can see the enormity of that, I'm sure."

"But how can I trust you?" Ted asked, trying to reason out the whole scheme. "What's going to stop you from destroying our lives anyway? Unless you've been doing this awhile..."

"I knew that you were smart when we first started talking," the man said, a note of triumph in his tone. "Yes, we've been doing this awhile. More than five years. With a different cast of characters than now, except for me, but all completely trusted to keep their mouths shut. Incentivized to do so, in fact. And the fact that we're still here shows that we know how to keep our word. Because if we broke our word, what would stop our guests from getting word to the police? Nothing."

Ted paused for a moment when his wife moaned. "I neeeeeed it," she pleaded, writhing against the ropes. There was still an out here, but he needed to think a moment without being interrupted. Sitting on the side of the bed, he grabbed the bottle of baby oil they'd brought along and dribbled it over Melissa's bare breasts, drawing a long sigh of pleasure from her. With his free hand, he massaged the oil over her breasts, absently paying extra attention to the hard nuggets of her nipples. 

"Nice," the voice on the phone said, apparently in response to his ministrations. 

"Well," Ted said, gathering his thoughts for his last argument, "All that adds up. Except for one thing. if you're lying about this being your fifth year, and this is just the first time you're trying this scam, then we're at an impasse. Because there's no way I know that I can trust you. And I'll have to take my chances and split, putting all the risk on you, because you'll be the one going to jail for a long, long time."

He waited for an answer, barely daring to draw a breath. This had to work. Because if it didn't...

Unexpectedly, a laugh barked from the phone handset. "I like you Ted. You're one of only a few with the smarts to figure this out to that point. Without my prodding them, of course. But I do have proof for you. First, take a look around you. Does this room look like the typical room in this hotel chain? And make sure you take a close look at the bed spread."

Ted looked around more closely. He hadn't paid much attention before, but the décor definitely didn't have that sameness common to all hotel rooms. The wall lamps were different. The pictures looked like original art. And the bedspread was definitely not from any hotel room he'd ever stayed in.

"The bed spread was sewn specifically for this room, for this purpose. And, for the record, there are five of us on this project now. Three guys and two girls. You'll get to know the women soon. They're very creative. Back to the point, I notice you've got some very nasty porn on the TV. But I have something better to show you. Turn to channel 183. The remote is right next to the phone. Got it? Now, all these pictures were taken in that very same room, on that very same bed. And you'll notice that we've blurred out all the faces. Another sign that we'll never reveal your identity to anyone. This is some of the best action from the last five years."

Ted watched, mesmerized, as photo after photo flickered onto the screen, cross-dissolving to the next and the next and the next. A blond woman with huge tits and a baseball bat stuck in her pussy. A woman getting anal mounted by a gleeful, hairy backed man. A shapely woman with long, long brunette hair taking a cumshot all over her head. A woman with a strapon assfucking her husband. A woman with clothespins attached all over her tits. The images went on and on. And all were apparently shot in this room, evidenced by the photos on the walls, the bedspread, and even the kind of phone being used. 

"Why us?" Ted had to ask, watching all those people on screen with nothing in common except a seeming love of fucking. 

"Ah, that would be giving away trade secrets," the voice chuckled. "I can say that it wasn't entirely random. And that some weekends, that room does stay disappointingly empty."

Ted continued to knead Melissa's oil-covered breasts, his mind occupied not so much by the thought of being watched, but rather by calculating the odds of the various options at his disposal. Unfortunately, the option that had the highest probability of doing the least damage was the worst one: going along and trusting the voice on the phone. He grimaced, took a deep breath, and put the phone back to his ear.

"So, how exactly does this work?"

"I knew that you'd see reason," the voice replied. "And thank you for not threatening to find and kill us, and for not offering a bribe. That gets so tedious. Anyway, it's pretty easy. There's a wireless headset with a mike built into it that we can use to communicate, so you don't have to hold the phone the whole time. We'll make suggestions, you'll do them, we'll film the action. Then, tomorrow morning you'll get a list of 'items' to buy during the afternoon. We'll get back to it tomorrow night. And you checkout on Sunday, with your room comped and a DVD of the highlights of your weekend adventure."

Ted could see no way out. On the TV, the images of the past victims had been replaced with a video of four men gangbanging a helpless girl, desperately trying to keep them all satisfied. He could only hope that this weekend wouldn't end up like that. 

"OK," he replied, resigned to his new status as porn actor. 

"Good. First, put on the headset. It's in the second drawer of the bed table, pushed to the back." 

Once Ted had the headset on, it was a simple matter of clicking over to a new line. He wondered if the signal was very strong and protected in some way, or if anyone could hack into it. That, he decided, might give him an opportunity to record these conversations without the spy camera catching him. Cameras, he corrected himself. Those images had revealed more than the variety of victims. They also showed that the room was covered by a variety of cameras, covering the bed, sofa, desk, closet, bathroom and shower from a number of angles. If he was going to try and record the conversation, he would have to hide the recorder in a piece of luggage. Or put it outside in the car. 

"We have a couple of ways to explain this to your wife..." the voice started to say, but Ted shook his head and turned to his wife.

"Honey, I have some bad news for you," he whispered dramatically, holding his hand over the mike. "There's some blackmailers on the phone. And if we don't do every perverted, depraved, nasty thing they order us to do, things are going to get very bad for us. So even though we were just going to watch TV, now we have to get really, really dirty."

Her eyes went bright. "Blackmailers forcing us to do all kinds of nasty things? You're right, we have to do whatever they say. I hope they don't make you spank my ass and then fuck it. That would be awful." She looked up at him with a seductive smile and inviting eyes. She liked this game.

"Nice," the voice said again. It was evidently his favorite word. "So, let's get started. There's a little digital camera taped to the back of that same drawer. I'm gonna need you to take a lot of the same pictures you took before. Especially the ones with that dildo stuck in her cunt. And don't be afraid to get artistic. We'll let you know if you miss anything."

As Ted once again photographed his wife's nude body, he was acutely aware that this time he was doing it on the orders of someone else. Someone who would be studying the pictures in full HD color. And jacking off to them. And maybe even cumming all over them. Melissa, however, didn't seem to be at all concerned that he was taking another set of pictures. She even suggested a few new ways for him to take pictures of her nude body. To keep the blackmailers happy, she said. 

"Take that dildo out of her," the voice in his ear ordered. 

Ted did as he was told, this time having to slowly unscrew it from his wife's stretched pussy, making her squeal and pant in a combination of pain and pleasure. It left her pussy hole wide open, and he took the opportunity to photograph the deep recesses with both cameras. Despite his best efforts to think about how he was being forced into this situation, the graphic raunchiness of it was turning him on.

"Untie her and put her on her hands and knees," the voice said tonelessly. He followed those orders, then, with new directions, moved behind her to pull open her pussy lips, stretch her ass cheeks apart, and have her push her ass up, so the watchers could get better views of her most intimate areas. It was all stuff he would've had her do himself, but being ordered to do it made him feel angry and impotent, and worse, unable to protect his wife.

"She needs to be fucked," the voice commented. 

She did. Ted could see it, just by the way she waited so submissively. Fucked like a dog. Like a bitch. Fucked hard and reminded of how hard he was working to at least try and protect her. He didn't need to ask for permission from her or the watchers. The sight of her round rump stuck up in the air brought his cock back to its full erectness, filling and thickening and lengthening it, making the mushroom cap head almost as big as the balls behind it. He clambered up onto the bed, knelt behind her and drove his cock deep into her, past her swollen pussy lips, past her stretched cunt hole, until he felt her hot, wet cunt walls contract against the hard exterior of his rigid shaft. 

He fucked her firmly, with a vengeance, slamming into her hard enough to redden her ass as if she was being hand-spanked. She yelped and panted with every stroke, her head sinking lower and lower so he could get deeper and deeper into her fuck hole. Now the thought that other eyes were watching them became a welcome turn on. This is how you fuck a woman, he sent their way telepathically. This is how you take her and use her and make her serve you. This is how you pleasure her and control her and possess her. He fucked her with all the anger of being controlled. He rammed her and reamed her. And took her. He took her hard. 

Finally, after several minutes of raping the body below him, he pulled his throbbing cock out of her pussy, her cunt again gaping open, the muscles stretched and unresponsive. She remained there, moaning, her ass swaying slightly, the round cheeks stretched taut, her holes fully exposed. In the kind of book that would document the sexual habits of humans, this picture of his wife from behind would be used to demonstrate the posture that female humans take when showing complete submission to their male partner. The sight of her pussy and ass fully exposed under the room lights ignited his passion again. After letting a couple of drops of oil drip onto her pinched anus, he stood above her and viciously crammed his cock into her anus, penetrating to the hilt in one solid stroke. Her scream, a mixture of pleasure, lust and pain, echoed through the room. The voice in his ear was thankfully silent. 




The Directors



Methodically fucking his wife in the ass, Ted worked off his frustration at being trapped in this situation. Through the veil of his anger he knew that he was giving them exactly what they wanted. Yet he could think of no way to put an end to this blackmail. No way to keep them from unleashing their dead-man's bomb if he did try to go to the police. Occasionally, as his wife panted, groaned and urged him on, he would remember that at some point he'd have to explain the situation to her. And reveal that others were watching them, recording them, directing them. He did his best to push that thought away. Now, he just wanted to cum quickly. Because that would mark the end of this night's adventures. Wouldn't it?

Naturally, wanting to cum right away had the opposite effect. Why was it that when he wanted to last longer, he was unable to stop from cumming? And now that he didn't want to last longer, his body was unable to release? 

"You're trying too hard," the voice in his ear commented. It was uncanny how they knew exactly what he was thinking. Was his body language that obvious? "Why don't you just jack off on her face?"

"Forget that." A new voice. A woman's voice! "You fuckers will get your money shot facial soon enough. It's time for us girls to have some fun. Well, some more fun. That's not to say we weren't having fun before."

Ted thought she sounded more educated than her rough talk inferred. She seemed articulate, and comfortable giving orders and having them carried out. Their boss, maybe?

He didn't have more time to speculate. The woman's orders were quick and specific. Put his wife on her back. Tie her by the wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed. Use the dildo, use her panties, use a feather pulled from the pillow to tease her skin, to tickle her nipples, to torment her with pleasure until she was writhing and moaning and begging for release. And then softly kiss his way down, from her chin across her breasts across her fluttering stomach across her patch, down to where her pussy lips cleaved her, to where the heat of the sun somehow emanated from the cleft of her. 

At the woman's orders, though he barely needed any prompting, he tongued her, rasping across her lips and clit, delving deep into her wet valley, exploring every inch, every atom of her as if he'd never passed this way before and never would again. 

She arched her back, desperate to press hard against him, desperate to have his tongue explore the recesses that his cock had owned not too much earlier. He obliged, cramming his tongue deep into her pussy, the walls spasming closed around him, his teeth digging trenches in her most sensitive parts. She cried out as his teeth met her clit, screamed as his tongue soothed that impact, sobbed as he withdrew for a moment, a microsecond, before launching his final incursion on her entrance. 

Using the technique he'd developed after many years of practice on her body, he licked her clit directly, the way she liked it, pressing down hard on it, swiping his tongue's tip against it side to side to side, an unceasing assault on her most sensitive nub. She struggled against the bonds, her body insistent in the desire to add to the stimulation, to rub where he was licking. Her juices coated his face. He ignored her splayed open pussy lips to focus solely on her quivering clit, savaging it with all the power and friction he could put into a single square millimeter of skin. He shook his head back and forth, his tongue never leaving its target. Her body shook in response, holding her breath for longer and longer durations. 

She came. No, she CAME! Great waves of pleasure visibly shook her, rocking her from side to side, her pulling on the ropes now less desperate and more methodical. She came and came, her legs twitching to encase his head, still settled atop her pussy, unable to hold the intruder still. He blew soft breaths onto her red and well-used clit, his attempt to cool it only driving her more mad with frustration. He dipped is tongue down, pressing the nub again and again. He knew if it felt the same to her as her tongue on his freshly spent cock, then it felt very intense indeed. And she was tied up. He could torment her like this forever...

"That's enough lover boy," the woman's voice sounded in his ear. "Lube yourself up and jack off all over her face, so the good little boys get their money shot," she instructed, the softness of her voice belied by the coarseness of her language. 

He grabbed the baby oil from the table, covered his hardening cock with a liberal coating, then climbed atop his wife, straddling her breasts. The dazed look in her eyes told him that she wasn't long for this world; the brutal fucking and intense orgasm had drained her of all strength. Despite all that, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to receive his cum, his sperm, his ejaculate. 

He didn't have to pump himself for long before a thick stream of steaming jizz squirted from his cock and splashed upon her face. Shot after shot followed, so much, so much, anointing her forehead, covering her nose, dripping into her mouth. Despite the oil still covering his shaft she took him in her mouth, sucking him to get every drop from the channels within him. As congealed as it was, it didn't take long to begin dripping down her face, along her jawline, onto her hair and the sheets below. He rolled off her, found a towel, and none too delicately wiped her face. 

"Anything else?" he asked, softly, fearing the answer. "Anything else?" Only silence answered him. On the TV, the original porn movie had returned, featuring another impossibly long cock penetrating yet another impossibly welcoming cunt. He turned it off, no longer interested in such things. Untied his wife. Pulled up the covers. Turned her on her side so he could spoon with her. And fell into a deep sleep. Tomorrow could wait until tomorrow....