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Collected by Djian
updated dec 28 2007
(MF FF NC B/D WS Squirt Blackmail)
Next Door
by Looney
Comments appreciated. pentl@yahoo.com
Part 5-7 - Prev chapters
Part - 5
What a night to remember! I really thought that I would have to keep holding the
blackmail evidence over this ladies head. She was reluctant to obey me at first, but once
she got all hot and worked up; she was a fucking slut. She got off on every mean and
nasty thing I made her do.
I left the club with her and we drove off to another adventure. The night still had some darkness left. This bitch had a sopping wet pussy from all the degrading things that
happened inside. I reached over and touched her pussy and she didn’t even flinch
anymore. She immediately moved her crotch against my hand and moaned.
“Still hot for it little slave girl? Do you want me to find something else fun to get you
off?”
“Yes. Please let me cum again. My nipples are tingling and I am so horny!”
“Ok slut. You asked for it!”
We drove to an adult bookstore that I know of that has preview booths. These are not the
square booths that men go to for quarter enjoyment. This store had several large rooms
with a couch in them. This was for people that wanted to view a movie before buying it.
“Fix yourself up. You look like you are a junkie whore!”
I got out of the car and she put herself together. We walked into the store and she stayed
right behind me a few steps. I walked up and down the isles looking at movie boxes.
There were a few people doing the same thing also. I spent about 20 minutes picking out
a good one. The longer I took, the more nervous she seemed to get. Once I found a good
bondage movie, I returned to the counter and paid to view the movie first. I got the key
for room 6.
It was dark when we walked into the room, but soon lit up when the screen
came to life.
“Turn around,” I said, as I pushed her forcefully against the wall. I held
the back of her neck and lifted her skirt up. I roughly jammed my hand between her legs and stuffed two fingers right into her pussy hole. “MMNnnn”, she moaned.
“Pretty hot and wet pussy you have. Do you like being forced to obey and submit?” I said as I wiggled my fingers around her pussy.
“Oh yes, yes. Please keep doing that. OHHhhhh.”
She was spreading her legs wider and she jumped when I rubbed her clit with
my thumb.
“OH YES, do that do that do that.”
I pulled my hand out and swatted her ass with one smooth motion. She moaned and I hit
her three more times, hard enough to leave a mark. I yanked her by the hair and pushed
her on the floor.
“Get your clothes off and kneel on the floor facing the wall. Do not turn around. Do not
look at the TV. DO NOT touch yourself!”
She looked up at me with this wild look in her face and started taking off her clothes.
With the sounds of bondage sex playing in the background, I turned up the volume all the way so she would be forced to hear it.
I left the room and walked around the corner and back into the video section. I walked
next to a man I had seen earlier. I had noticed him staring at Sandy, like anyone in the
store could not. He looked like a regular guy, about 6’ 2”, like a small football linebacker.
“Hey buddy. I bet if you wandered into room 6 that you would not regret it.” He must
have remembered her, because he just smiled. I turned and walked back to through the
hallway and entered the room.
“Good girl. On your knees and facing the wall. Just like I told you. For that, I will not
whip your ass. Put your head down, slut.”
I sat down on the end of the couch. Since she was behind it, she could see me watching
the movie. I had left the door ajar so that it wouldn’t close. Now we just wait, which
would be good for her, haha.
About 5 minutes later, I heard the door swing open. As I turned my head, he closed the
door. I nodded my head down at the girl and said, “She is all yours for a little while.”
She flinched a little when he said in a deep voice, “No strings attached, right. Is this
cool?”
“Get up slut,” I ordered. “Lean over the back of the couch.”
“Go ahead, raise her skirt up and see if she is ready.”
She bent over the couch and he gingerly lifted up her skirt. He started rubbing his hands
over her ass and I saw her close her eyes and tighten up. He pushed her legs apart and slid his fingers up her crack.
“Man, oh man. This bitch is wet. I bet she will be able to take it all in one stroke.”
He unbuckled his pants and pulled out his dick. It was certainly bigger than mine, and
getting larger. He stood behind her and rubbed the head of his dick up and down her slit.
She was moaning and started getting louder. I slapped the side of her face with the back
of my hand and said, “Be quiet. Let the man enjoy fucking your cunt without any noise.” I got her shirt and put a wadded part of it into her mouth. I watched him get centered right behind her and thrust into her all at once.
“mmphhh,” she moaned. He slid all the way out and shoved back in. He must have been
at least 8 or 9 inches long, and was as wide around as a large bottle. He grabbed her hips
and pulled her back into him as hard as he could. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as he thrust into her over and over again.
Once again, I got to see her being fucked from behind, head pulled back, titties flapping
in the wind. What a sight! I stood in front of her watching. She looked like she was in
pain, but whenever he stopped fucking her, her hips kept on moving up and down. He
just stood there and let her fuck him.
She was getting closer to cumming, so I whispered into his ear for him to drive into her
as deep as he could and hold it there. I stood back in front of her and when he jammed it
in and held it I started slapping her tits. She started going crazy. He had his whole dick
inside her pussy and had all his weight pinning her against the back of the
couch. I continued slapping her tits, harder and harder.
“Slut, slave, slut, slave, slut.” I said to her. “You love this! Fucked by a stranger. Used as
a sex toy.” Slap, slap, slap.
“Ok, man. Start fucking her and don’t stop till she falls over!” I said.
He started ramming his dick into her and pulling her head back. I grabbed her nipples and twisted them. Back and forth, I turned my fingers. She stopped moving, moaned loudly into the shirt stuffed into her mouth, and started cumming. She looked like
she was in convulsions. I held onto her nipples and he banged away. He reached forward
and grabbed her by the tits. Pulling her up to an almost standing position, he was grunting as he impaled her. He got red in the face and pulled out to shoot his cum. It
shot up into her hair and all over her back.
He was sweating and had to hold himself up. She, on the other hand, had collapsed on the floor in a ball and was rubbing her pussy, moaning.
“She gonna be ok? Cause that was great.”
“She will be fine.” I handed him her shirt and winked at him, “Clean up and send in the
next one will ya. And thanks for being a participant.”
She looked up at me with a very worried look on her face when she heard that comment.
“Get ready, slut. There is a whole line of guys off the street waiting for a turn.”
He smiled a little laugh as he zipped up. I am pretty sure I heard him say no one would
believe him as he left.
I took her and bent her over the arm of the couch this time. “Reach back and grab your ass cheeks, honey. Hold your asshole open for me. I need to get it ready
for everybody else.”
She held her ass open and I admired the scene. She had cum all over her back and the
insides of her legs were glistening in the dim light. I took my finger and wet it with my
spit. I stuck it into her asshole and she moaned, “no, no, please no. Not my ass.”
“Want some more, slut?” As I was turning my finger around. “You like my finger in your
ass.” Pulling it in and out I pushed two fingers in. She moaned and pushed back.
I spit on her ass and roughly pushed three fingers in. “Like it huh! I figured you would.
So will everybody else.” As soon as I said that, she said “Oh shittttt,” and came again.
Her hips bucked like a bronco. I just held my hand in one place, and she was ramming
my fingers in her ass all by herself.
When she finally calmed down, I wiped my fingers in her hair and said “Get up and get
dressed.”
“Wh-what about, where are the others?”
“God, what a whore you are. Because you talked without being spoken to, we are
leaving. No more dick for you tonight!”
I couldn’t decide if she was disappointed or not. She looked a mess, though, even
dressed. We walked out and I turned in the key and headed out to the car. I was sure she
felt terrible. Everyone was watching her and could see what she looked like. There was
makeup smeared over her face and her hair was certainly messed up.
As we drove home, she was crossing her legs back and forth. It looked like she had to
pee, so I tried to hit every bump I could find. She was looking more and more
uncomfortable and we had at least an hour before we got home. I loved this and
suprisingly did not feel bad for her at all.
“Open your legs, slave. Spread them apart so I can see your pussy.”
She opened them, but had trouble keeping them that way. She had to put her hands on the insides to hold them that way. I saw a bottle of water in the back seat and
reached over to get it. I opened it and slowly poured it over her chest.
“I like the wet t-shirt look on you.” Her nipples were really hard,
sticking out her shirt.
“Ohh, it is cold. Don’t, please don’t. I have to pee really bad.”
“Then pee,” I told her. “It will be at least 2 hours before we get home. It was a long way
to get to the sleazy joints you like so much.”
Her eyes got big when I said 2 hours. She looked down and just sat there,
so I shut up and drove. About 20 minutes later, she mumbled, “no, oh no,” and closed her legs. I could smell the pee as it left her body. She was totally embarrassed, but could
not stop. She had pee all over herself. Her skirt seemed to soak up a lot of it, but the seat
got the most. She put her hands into her face and I let her sit quietly in her own piss,
after I rolled down the window. We pulled into her driveway and went into the house. She certainly seemed relieved to be home, but was shocked to hear my next command.
“Go and get some duct tape, a wooden spoon, and a vibrator. And, hurry up about it.”
She returned a few minutes later with the stuff. I sat at the table and
rolled a joint.
“Stand in front of me, here. Take your wet smelly clothes off.” She peeled herself out of
the wet material.
As I lit the joint, I said, “Bend over and put the vibrator I your ass.”
She took it and got it wet with her mouth. She bent over with her ass just inches away.
She slowly got it past her sphincter muscle and was groaning to get the rest in. It was not
big, so I pushed it the rest of the way in.
“Stay there, just like that, slut!” I took a strip of tape and place it across her ass. “This
way the vibrator will not fall out. Now, stand up and turn around.”
She grimaced, and turned around. I took a big hit off the joint and kissed her while
blowing smoke down her throat.
“Hold it in!” I said, as I touched her breasts.
I reached behind her and turned on the vibrator. I left her standing there
as I quietly smoke the rest. She was squirming and her nipples got as hard as a rock.
I picked up the wooden spoon and I took her into the dining room to the
large table.
“Get up here and lay on your belly with your head hanging over the edge.”
She laid down and got situated. The table turned out to be the perfect
height. I unbuttoned my jeans and took out my cock. Obviously, I was harder that I have ever been, and I stuck my dick right into her mouth. I leaned over and turned up the
vibrator. I leaned back a little and watched her head bob up and down my cock.
“Yea, suck it slut,” I said. Her hips started bobbing up and down in rhythm with her head. I took the wooden spoon and spanked her ass. She moaned and it felt good on my dick. I spanked her again, harder. She moaned louder this time. It was an incredible sight, this good-looking babe, with a vibrator taped in her ass, sucking my cock.
I started hitting her with the spoon in different places. Harder and harder, slower, faster.
Her ass was getting really red, and a random smack that was harder than the rest, left a
little round imprint. The more I hit her, the harder she sucked. Her butt was bright shiny
red and she started to cum. I was swatting her ass harder, and faster, hitting every spot I
could reach. Her legs were shaking and her fingers were turning white from gripping the
table. I gave her one last monster swat. I hit her with a full swing.
“Ooowwmwmmmwmm,” she cried as I pulled my dick out of her mouth and shot my cum into her face. I took her hair and wiped myself off and she was still cumming.
She took her hands and wiped my cum into mouth and was sucking her fingers.
I pulled up my pants and turned to leave. She was in her own world so I just left her on
the table with the vibrator on high.
I knew where she lived.
Part - 6
I remember lying there for what seemed like hours. Sometime ago, I
reached back and peeled the duct tape off my ass and pulled the vibrator
out. The batteries had died along the way. I was not quite sure what I
was feeling, or what I was supposed to be feeling after what had
happened. My head was still foggy.
The clock said 5:15 am. There was dried cum on my face, in my hair, and
the dining room table was not in good shape. I wearily dragged myself
upstairs to the shower and just stood there with the water running over
me. I shocked myself because I was smiling as I was thinking about my
situation. Blackmailed and used, I was in deep. I was certainly not able
to report what happened to anyone. What was I going to say?
I made my way downstairs to get something to eat. The taste in my mouth
was awful. I had too much to drink, and the pot he made me smoke was
terrible. When I sat at the table I noticed an envelope address to “The
Slave of the House.” I just sat there and ate while staring at it. I
really wanted to open it. Just thinking about the instructions the last
letter contained was getting me horny. I had several orgasms yesterday,
but I felt unsatisfied. I was embarrassed and ashamed at what happened,
but it really sparked a desire that I had never felt before.
I realized that I was slowly rubbing my nipple on the edge of the table
as I leaned forward to eat. I let my hand drop to my lap and stroked my
pussy. It was sore, but wet. Why was I wet again? Where did these
feelings come from? Why did I keep thinking about the men and women that
had used and abused me last night? Why did it turn me on?
I cleaned up the dishes and sat on the couch with the envelope. I still
had my hand between my legs rubbing my clit softly as I read the letter.
Slave,
Clean yourself up. This includes a COMPLETE enema, a douche, and make
sure your pussy is smooth.
Make sure the house is spotless, and prepare a special dinner for two.
You will have company tonight.
Wear black garters and stockings, no panties, and the sheerest red dress
you can buy.
The doorbell will ring at exactly 7:00 PM.
During the day you must wear a short skirt with no panties, a white
shirt and no bra.
You must stop every hour of the day (on the hour), no matter where you
are, and rub your clit. DO NOT, under any circumstances, allow yourself
to cum. I will know!
I immediately stopped rubbing my clit. I guess this counted as my first
hour? I was about to burst with excitement. He was going to have dinner
with me. Was it him that I found so attractive, or the things he was
able to make me do? I still did not understand why I was acting this
way. I understood that I had no choice but to do exactly what he made me
do, but why did it excite me? Maybe he would keep me to himself tonight.
I knew I needed to get out and shop for the things to prepare for
tonight so I decided to start my day. I would clean up and head out to
the mall later. I sure did not look forward to an enema, but he would
know if I didn’t do it.
I put on my shortest skirt. It was older and too small. It covered my
ass, but not by much. I found the thickest white shirt I owned. You
could see my nipples through it, but at least it kept me from jiggling
so much.
I started cleaning the house and had to work hard to get the stains off
the table. It seemed that the harder I worked, the more worked up I got.
I had to stop twice during the cleaning to play with myself. I would go
and sit on the reclining chair and spread my legs over the sides. I
licked my finger and rubbed it in circles around my clit. The first time
I almost came when I touched it directly, so no more of that. I was
really enjoying the build-up, but I really wanted to have an orgasm.
After the house was clean I went upstairs to do the dirty deed. I got
undressed and went into the bathroom. I let the bottle sit in some hot
water, to warm it up. I really enjoyed it when the nozzle slid into my
pussy. It felt really good to douche. Standing in the shower and letting
the liquid run down my legs was turning me on. I had never thought of it
as sexy.
I got a Fleers enema bottle and warmed it up also. I put a dab of KY on
my asshole and lay on my side. I worked the tip into my ass and slowly
squeezed the bottle. Whoo, it felt weird. I had to stop several times
and rest, letting my bowels relax. I finally got all of the liquid out
of the bottle and stood up. Holding it in as long as I could was harder
than I thought. I guess your body does not naturally like this kind of
thing. Sitting on the toilet I relaxed and let the liquid out. It was
almost as good as an orgasm, the relief.
I jumped back into the shower and washed again. I figured it was time to
play with myself. I had to be careful because my clit was really
sensitive. This time I decided to play with my nipples. I turned around
and let the shower spray hit them directly and alternated twisting them
both. This has always turned me on. My nipples are not huge, but when
they are hard, they are prominent. I have always been able to have
orgasms when my husband played with my nipples so I was not surprised
that I had to stop playing with them so soon. I carefully ran a razor
over my pussy making sure that it was as smooth as possible. I had never
shaved completely before. I liked it immensely; it provided a whole new
set of feelings. I felt much more naked and open this way.
After drying off and putting on my makeup, I dressed in the same clothes
as before. The shirt was wrinkled, but wearable. As I walked through the
house to the garage, I looked out all the windows to see if he was
there. I never saw anything. It was Friday, he was probably at work.
I drove to the mall to get a new outfit, per his instructions. Driving
down the street I noticed that it was at the top of the hour again. I
slid my hand between my legs and inserted a finger into my pussy. I was
definitely wet, as it just slid right in. I worked it around so I could
rub the top of my cervix, where my G-spot was. I let the bumps in the
road help me out and I lasted about 10 minutes before I had to quit.
I felt a little naked walking around the mall. No one could tell I
didn’t have any panties on, but my tits were getting plenty of stares.
It seemed that there was a ton of guys there, which is unusual for the
mall during the day. I went into Victoria’s Secret to get the stockings
and noticed a couple of teenagers following me. I had seen them several
times, always around me, no matter what store I was at. They were
standing outside looking in the store window. Every time I turned
around, they turned their heads away.
I went to reach for the garters and accidentally dropped them on the
floor. I slowly bent over at the waist to pick them up. I know the boys
could see my pussy, my skirt lifted right up when I leaned over. I
lingered there for a second, all bent over, and slid my hand between my
legs and ran my finger through my slit. I felt so naughty, but I am sure
the boys got a good look.
I stood up and walked over to pay for my items. On my way out, the boys
were sitting on the bench, not looking my way. They got up and followed
me as I walked to the next few stores trying to find a red dress. They
must have become impatient because they were no longer there when I came
out of the store. The dresses were in the back of the store and they
certainly could not just hang out back there. Oh, well.
I went into a specialty shop and tried on several more dresses. The
price was not a problem, as I had plenty of money, it was just difficult
to find something appropriately naughty. I finally found a dress that
looked right. It had a small bit of fabric to cover my tits, barely, and
a drape of fabric down the middle that widened to cover my hips and ass.
It was like a sheer body stocking that left nothing to the imagination.
The bottom of the dress seemed to long, so I asked for another in a
smaller size. The clerk said she would have to check in the back for it
and would return soon.
I took off the dress and put on the garters and stockings. I wanted to
make sure it all looked right. I sat there on the little seat in the
dressing room, naked except for my hose, and leaned back to rub my clit.
It was time to play with myself again. I was not sure that I could last
through the day doing this, but I was going to. I was determined to make
it. I had not ever let myself get this horny before. I have gone a set
amount of time without an orgasm, but I was not teasing myself every
hour when I did that.
I leaned my head back and heard myself quietly moan as I circled my
clit. I slowly slid my fingers up and down my pussy lips and got my
fingers wet. I slid my fingers into my pussy and spread my legs wider to
give me room to maneuver. I thought I sensed someone there so I barely
opened my eyes. The clerk was outside the room with my dress. She could
just see inside the curtain and was standing there watching me. I felt
my face blush and turn red, but I kept my fingers moving around for a
few minutes more. The clerk never stopped watching me, but she finally
cleared her throat to let me know she was there.
I stopped playing with my pussy and stood up. She handed me the hanger
and turned to leave.
“Could you please help me with this?” I asked.
She entered the dressing room and we both blushed again when our eyes
met.
“My hand is wet and I do not want to ruin the dress.”
She got even more red and stammered, “C-certainly, Mam.”
I could not believe this was happening. It smelled like sex, my sex, in
the little room. I never even considered that I would be doing this, not
in my wildest fantasies. I turned around and she helped me into the
dress. As she zipped me up she said, “This seems a little small, Mam.”
I turned around a few times in the mirror. The dress was skin-tight and
the bottom of it was just below the tops of the stockings.
“Perfect,” I said. “This will do just fine. Please help me undress and
wrap this up for me please.”
She nodded and unzipped me. I kept trying to stand as close to her as I
could. She was pretty, in a teenage kind of way. She couldn’t have been
more than 18 or 19. As I stepped out of the dress I slid my hands up and
squeezed my breasts and pulled my nipples. She watched my reflection in
the mirror as I did this. She seemed nervous, but did not turn her eyes.
When she had finished, she turned to leave. “I will have this up front
for you, Mam.”
“Thank you!” I replied.
I was feeling wickedly naughty and hurried to get dressed. As I walked
up to the counter she had a silly grin on her face and kept glancing at
me as I paid. Since she was the only employee in sight and there were no
other customers around, I looked her right in the eyes and held her
attention. I reached under my skirt and put my finger into my pussy to
get it wet. She never broke eye contact so I extended my finger to my
mouth and sucked the juice right off. I smiled a little grin and turned
and left.
God, I was horny. I can’t believe I did that. I walked as fast as I
could to the car. I did not see the boys from before and I certainly
could not face her again. I did not feel ashamed, or embarrassed. I felt
different, like a new me.
I drove home and laid my things out upstairs. I started dinner for the
two of us and took another shower to get ready. It was another couple of
hours before my new master was to be here, but I felt giddy to be ready
for him.
Part - 7
“Yes honey! No honey! Certainly dear” I said. “We need to be there by 7
PM so lets get a move on it!” My wife was upstairs getting dressed for
the night of her life. Too bad she didn’t know about it.
I had just gotten home from work and was certainly tired from the
previous night’s activities. My wife had gone out with her group of
girlfriends, so I was in the clear. I was still in a semi state of shock
from exactly what I had done. Blackmailing the neighbor next door was
bad enough, but I had taken her out to a bunch of sex clubs and she had
acted like an animal. She seemed to get off on the control I had over
her. Her husband was out of town for several more weeks and I had plans
to use her to the fullest.
“My my, you look great,” I said as my wife came down the stairs. She was
dressed in a short black dress and her “fuck me” pumps. She was not
wearing a bra, which is my favorite thing in the world. All she knew is
that we were going to have a special dinner served by a special person.
She was untrusting of me because of all the crazy things I try to get
her to do, but she was going along with it.
We left the house and drove into the city. About half way there I asked
her to put on a blindfold.
“Please honey, you can’t see where we are going or it will ruin it.
Please trust me!” I said as I reached over and slid my hand up her legs.
She was not wearing any panties and had shaved her pussy smooth as a
baby’s bottom.
“You will have fun and by the end of the night you will be more horny
than you have ever been before.”
“OK” she said. “You better be right, or later on it’s no sex for you.”
She was joking of course, but my plan was pretty daring. After she had
covered her eyes, I made a series of turns and tried to get her sense of
direction turned around. Soon I was heading back home, going to the
house next door. My wife had never seen the new neighbors so I was sure
I could get away with this. I certainly hope that Sandy, the lady next
door, had followed my instructions.
Turning down the alley, I pulled into the garage. Closing the door, I
helped my wife out of the car and we walked inside. No one was in the
kitchen, so I had her sit and told her I would be back in two seconds.
“I have to check on things real quick, honey.” I said as I tweaked her
nipple. “You are going to love tonight for sure.”
I quickly made sure all the blinds were shut so that she would not
recognize where she was. I was about 10 minutes early and went upstairs
to see where my little slut slave was.
I found her in the bathroom getting ready. Man, oh man, she looked good.
The dress she had on was incredible. It looked like a big pair of red
nylons with some cloth covering her private parts. She had incredible
legs. I snuck up behind her and smacked her ass.
“Is everything ready, slave?”
She jumped and said, “Yes, yes everything is as you instructed in the
letter.”
“Good. Good for you.” I roughly grabbed her neck and held her face next
to mine. “You are to go downstairs and serve me and my companion dinner.
You are not to speak. Not at all, unless I specifically say you can. You
are to keep your head down and you will not look into either one of our
eyes. After we have our food you will wait in the laundry room until I
call for you. If you do not do exactly as I have just said, you will
severely regret it.”
She had a scared and startled look on her face.
“What? Did you think the dinner was for you? Haha. You are just a sex
slut. Stick your fingers in your pussy, NOW!”
She lowered her hand and put her finger in-between her legs.
“Lick them! Suck the juice off of them.”
She raised her hand and put her fingers into her mouth.
“See! You are just a whore, you proved last night that you get off on
this. You loved every minute of it. You will be downstairs in a few
minutes and you better not hesitate when you are told to do something!”
“Y-yes Sir.”
I let go of her neck and turned away. Smiling, happy as a lark, I went
back to my wife. I leaned over and kissed her deeply. She loves to be
tongue kissed and fingered, so I did just that. She was squirming and
wet. The anticipation was getting to her.
I took her blindfold off and let her get situated. “Honey, I found
someone that is going to serve us dinner and provide us entertainment
for the evening. Before you get the wrong idea, she is totally
submissive. She will do anything. Anything dear! And she loves it. She
really gets off on acting like a slave.”
“Who is she?” she asked. “How did you find her? Are you going to be in
trouble with me over this?”
“No dear. You will just have to trust me. I met her totally by accident
and after tonight, you will love her.”
Just then, she walked in the kitchen. She had her head down and started
getting some stuff out of the cabinets. My wife had a shocked look on
her face. She whispered to me, “She is very pretty, and what a dress.
Are you sure this is ok?”
“Yes dear, but let’s play like you are just someone I brought here. She
likes to entertain in her home and likes if everything is anonymous.
Just treat her like she wasn’t there. She is just a slave girl for
tonight.”
She smiled and I could see the wheels turning in her head. My wife had
not ever done anything like this before. She had been with her best
friend two times before, but the sex between them was just a discovery
session. They were drunk together at a work thing out of town. She
seemed to like it, but was unsure of doing things with a co-worker, even
though they had been friends for years.
“We are ready to eat now.” I stated out loud.
She brought a bottle of wine and poured it for us. As we sipped it she
brought our dinner. It was a chicken dish with rice and vegetables. It
smelled terrific.
“Now leave while we eat, Slave.” I said.
She lowered her head and walked into the laundry room and closed the
door.
“I can’t believe you are doing this! How did you pull this off?”
“Don’t worry about it Honey. Just enjoy it and don’t try to rationalize
it so much. You ARE horny, right?”
“Yes, certainly. And even more so now that I have seen her. This is very
sensuous and I am sure you will get laid later tonight.”
“Haha dear, now eat so we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
We chatted softly during dinner and I kissed her and fondled her
frequently. She was enjoying herself and had finished most of the bottle
of wine. I found and opened another bottle and took my wife into the
living room.
“Sit here honey, and get comfortable. I will be right back”
I went back into the kitchen and opened the garage door.
“You can come out now. Are you having fun in there?”
“No. No I am not. I would like.”
I cut her off. “I don’t care what you would like. I don’t care what you
want. You will do as told and shut the fuck up! Get in here and clear
the table. Then come in to the living room.”
She turned red in the face and clenched her fists. I walked out and left
her to clean. I sat down on the couch and kissed my wife. We could
barely hear her clanking the plates around. I pulled out a rolled up
joint and lit it up. I love to get my wife high. It makes her insatiably
horny. We took turns smoking it and then started kissing and fooling
around. I licked and sucked her neck and rubbed her tits and nipples
through her dress. She was squeezing my dick and started to unzip my
pants.
“No no no, that can wait for later. You are not worked up enough yet.” I
said with a grin.
I started to rub the outside of her pussy and trace my fingers over her
lips. She was moaning softly and sat straight up when Sandy came into
the room. I turned and told her to kneel on the floor beside us. I
started kissing my wife and rubbing her pussy. It must have been the
right night to do this because she spread her legs and let me continue,
even though Sandy was watching us.
I unbuttoned the top few buttons of her dress and pulled one of her tits
out. I licked and nibbled on her nipple and she pulled my head in
tighter. I slid a finger inside her pussy and she hunched her hips to
give me more access. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Sandy’s eyes
were glued to us. She was watching every move. I stopped and buttoned
the dress back up and turned to the kneeling woman in front of us.
“Get up and stand right here in front of us. Now, turn around and lean
over.”
She did as ordered and the bottom of her dress lifted up.
“See, she shaves her pussy smooth also. Look at how wet she is. Have a
feel!” I said as I lifted my wife’s hand out to her crotch. She looked
at me and looked back at her hand. She stuck her finger out and ran it
along the outside of the pussy standing before her. I swatted her ass
hard and said, “Spread your legs, slave.”
She spread her legs wider and my wife started rubbing her ass and lips.
I reached my hand up next to hers and stuck a finger in her pussy. She
moaned slightly and my wife did the same thing. Here I was, sitting on
the couch with my wife, both of us fingering the girl bent over in front
of us.
I lifted her dress some more and spanked her ass. Lightly hitting it,
getting harder and harder.
“Go ahead, you can hit it too!”
My wife spanked her and smiled. She did it again and soon we were both
doing it, one on each side. It was so erotic. Her ass was getting red
and she was breathing harder. I stopped and put my wife’s finger in her
pussy again.
“Finger her good, but don’t let her cum yet. I will be right back.”
I quickly ran next door and got a bag of sex toys I had put together. I
also grabbed the blindfold my wife used earlier. I quietly went back in
and watched the two women. The fingering must have been working because
Sandy was having trouble standing up. I walked up to her and covered her
eyes. I stood her up and sat her down one of the dining room table
chairs. I pulled out some rope and started to tie her up. I soon had her
arms and legs immobile. My wife was sitting on the couch rubbing her
nipples.
“Don’t you cum yet! There is a lot more fun to happen tonight.”
I tied the rope around her waist and under her chest. This made her sit
up real straight and her tits stuck out. I reached down and grabbed the
bottom of her dress and pulled it up to her belly. I spoke softly into
her ear and said, “Enjoy this little slave. You are going to cum harder
than you can imagine.”
I nodded for my wife to come over to us. I met her and kissed her
passionately. I held her face and sucked her tongue. She loves this and
was putty in my hands. “Now kiss her the same way,” I whispered.
She looked at me funny and I said, “Do it honey, you might not get
another chance. She is all yours.”
She took a deep breath and leaned over and tentatively kissed her mouth.
She was teasing her and making her reach out to kiss. This was hard as
she was tied to the chair. She kissed her hard and touched her tits,
rubbing them both. I reached in the bag and took out some scissors. I
pulled the fabric away from her chest and cut a hole in it. It turned
out perfect. Her tits were open and available. My wife reached down and
tweaked her nipple.
She seemed to like the response, the moans of pleasure from our slave.
My wife unbuttoned herself and took all of her clothes off. What an
erotic sight she was. She straddled the girl tied to the chair and
rubbed her nipples across her lips. She alternated between both tits and
stayed seated for a good 10 or 15 minutes. She started moaning and
twisting the slave girls nipples. Every time she twisted, the girl
sucked harder on her own nipples. This must have caused her great
pleasure, because her hips twitched and she came. It was not a big
orgasm, but her face was all flushed and she was sweaty.
I loosened the ropes holding my slave to the chair and slid a pillow
under her ass. This caused her pussy to be stuck out. I took the
remaining rope and tied her knees back so they were immovable. I got a
small egg vibrator and slid in inside her pussy. I also took two nipple
clamps that vibrate and attached them. She winced in pain from the
nipple clamps but started moaning when I turned the vibrator on. I
turned on the egg vibrator and took a long silver vibrator and taped it
between her legs. I twisted it on and positioned it so it was fully
touching her clit.
“Now we wait,” I said to my wife. “Let’s see what happens.”
I sat next to my wife and rubbed my finger into her pussy. God! She was
wet. We sat in amazement at what happened next. The woman strapped to
the chair started to moan and squirm. She had no room to move and
started to strain against the ropes. She was somewhere between holding
her breath and sounding like she was in labor.
All of a sudden she froze up. Then she screamed, quite loud and started
shaking, convulsing. She was pushing with her pelvis muscles and was
having the biggest orgasm I have ever seen when the egg vibrator shot
out of her pussy. It must have been sitting right on top of her G-spot
because she squirted a stream of cum about 8 or 10 feet away. She
relaxed for about 2 seconds and froze up and screamed again. She gushed
out pussy juice two or three more times and then she got jumpy. She was
just shaking in big jumps.
I turned off all the vibrators and let her sit for a moment. I removed
the clamps and rubbed and twisted her nipples. “Water, water please,”
was all she could say. I put an ice cube into her mouth and waited as
she caught her breath. She kept repeating “Thank you, thank you, that
was incredible.” My wife laughed and said that it was the most intense
thing she had ever seen.
“Now for the fun to begin!”
I told my wife to remove the taped vibrator from her pussy. She walked
up and took a hold of the edge of the duct tape. I held up 1 finger and
mouthed, “all at once!” She grimaced and everyone heard a big ‘ripppp’.
Sandy screamed in pain. Her legs were tied open so her hips were pumping
up and down. I slid my finger into her pussy hole and rubbed her G-spot.
She started to cum again and when I took my thumb and rubbed her clit,
she squirted all over the place. I cupped a whole handful of it and
rubbed it into her mouth.
“Taste good slave? Didn’t know that you could squirt. Didn’t know that a
girl could cum like a man? Well, you just discovered yourself a new
trick.”
Her pussy was all red and puffy. I untied her and stood her up. She
almost fell over, but steadied herself against the table. I asked my
wife to lay on the tabletop and spread her legs. I grabbed Sandy’s hair
and pushed her face into my wife’s cunt.
“Eat slave. Eat her pussy and if she doesn’t cum, you will be beaten
severely!”
She started licking and sucking my wife’s pussy like it was the best
thing in the world. She was sticking her tongue inside and ramming her
face into it. I walked around and played with my wife’s tits and nipples
while I whispered dirty things into her ear. She was close to cumming
and was breathing harder and harder. I went back behind Sandy, bent over
my wife, eating her pussy and lowered my pants. I started spanking her
ass hard and spreading the blows up and down her legs and cheeks. Her
ass was getting red and she was sucking my wife’s clit with passion. I
wet my hand with pussy juice and rubbed it all over my already hard
dick.
I gave her another quick round of spanking, to brighten her ass and then
spread her ass apart with both hands. Pushing the head of my dick up
against her ass, I wasn’t even sure she knew what I was doing. She bent
her knees a little and I shoved all 7 inches into her ass at once. She
screamed into my wife’s pussy, but held on and kept sucking. About 2
seconds into the scream, my wife came. She is a squirter and completely
soaked Sandy’s face. There was fluid everywhere. I kept pounding away in
her ass, it was so tight and I knew I was not going to last long. I was
fucking her for all that I was worth and finally she orgasmed.
Her ass muscles clenched up and I almost could not move. I gave two or
three final shoves and came like a madman. Sandy’s legs gave out and she
collapsed on the floor. My dick popped out of her ass still hard so I
stepped over her and stuck it into my wife’s spread apart pussy. She was
watching with her eyes wide open at what had just happened and reached
around me and pulled me in. I slid in and out of her until she started
to cum. I just stood still and her hips gyrated up and down fucking me
through her orgasm. She froze up and I knew what this meant!
I quickly pulled out of her pussy at the same time she pushed down with
her pelvic muscles. She squirted a huge stream of cum that hit me square
in the chest, soaking me. I was standing over Sandy and she got covered
in pussy cum also. Her dress was completely wet and she just laid there,
her hips slowly moving back and forth, like she was still fucking
something.
I kissed my wife and said “Thanks honey, that was the best ever.” She
said, “No, Thank you. I have had quite the evening.” No one moved for a
while. I layed bent over on top of my wife and rested. Sandy was still
on the floor and not moving much.
My wife whispered that she had to pee, quite bad. I said, “Go ahead. Let
it loose. Pee right here, right now. Make this a perfect end to a
perfect evening.”
She closed her eyes and relaxed and started peeing. I stood up and
watched her. It instantly got my dick as hard as a rock. She was
completely drenching Sandy with piss. Her hair and head was soaked. She
kept peeing for a full minute or so. Just as she stopped, I turned her
over and bent her over the table. She stepped on Sandy and gasped. She
must have just put it together, exactly what she just did. I spread her
legs apart and started fucking her as hard as I could. Her pussy was
still tight as could be. All of a sudden I felt hands from below reach
up and fondle my balls. She lifted up and tried to lick them. Her hair
was cold and wet against my legs. When she finally got one of my balls
into her mouth, I came. I pulled out and shot semen all over her face
and hair. She was licking her lips and reaching with her tongue to
gather all of it she could.
I got my shaky legs under me and sat down in the chair. Once again,
everyone just kinda rested for a moment. I went into the kitchen and got
a few wet rags and cleaned my wife and myself up. We got dressed while
looking at Sandy. She was quite the sight, and the carpet was definitely
soaked thru. I walked my wife to the car and said that I would be right
back.
Sandy was still lying on the floor and looked up at me. I smiled at her
and placed a package on the table.
“This is everything I have on you. I think that I will not need this
anymore. You can search your true emotions and desires to see exactly
what you are and exactly what you need to be fulfilled. When your desire
gets to be too much, you can beg for more. You know where I live and I
expect this to never be a problem again.”
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