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updated june 25 - 2010

Another story by Vulgus
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Story codes: M/f, D/s, IR, bnd, Humil, coer, exhib, beast, ws.

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

Beverly’s Dreams Come True – in the Worst Way
by Vulgus

Chapter 1

I've always been blessed with a dirty mind. Many would no doubt refer to it as a character flaw. I prefer to think of it as a part of my charm. A few years ago I had the opportunity to take an early retirement. I jumped at it. Since I had the time I thought it only fair that I use some of that time to share my dirty mind, my gift for porn, with others.

I'm not well educated. I certainly have no special talent when it comes to writing. But I seem to have tapped into the fantasies of a small but warped community out there that have been underserved by the other writers posting stories of this genre. With their encouragement I have come to enjoy my little hobby. I don't please everyone with my stories. But that's okay. That was never my goal. I write primarily to amuse myself. That others are entertained is just icing on the cake.

It is lamentable. But I have only experienced a small fraction of the things I write about. Of course some of the fantasies I explore I have no desire to take outside of the realm of imagination. But I have to be honest, many of the things I write about turn me on and I would like to explore them in more depth. I suppose that's obvious. If they didn't excite me I wouldn't write about them.

My wife, in some ways, might be said to be my inspiration. My wife is the anti-sex. She does not and has not ever liked sex. I attribute that flaw to several things in her upbringing. I know of many women with similar childhood experiences who survived such terrible things as the Catholic Church, Catholic Schools and parents who were too uptight to show affection to each other or their children and they survived with their libido intact. My wife did not fare as well. She tried for decades to get her father to say "I love you." As far as I know he has never said it to any of his five children, though he says it now to his girlfriend in the nursing home.

My wife wasn't able to put all that behind her like so many others. She grew up to be as repressed as her father. What's worse is that she had no desire to rectify what I saw as a problem but she did not. We stayed together for many years, decades in fact. I have to be honest, though. I was often tempted to leave her. I think I stayed because I thought she needed me. But it may have been something else, a hope that she would someday change. I really did love her, at least in the beginning. Or maybe it was something as simple as inertia.

The thing that my marriage didn't survive was retirement. We began to fight constantly. When we finally agreed to call it quits it was a relief for us both. We divided our assets more or less equably and she headed back up north to live near her family. I didn't miss her then and I don't miss her now.

Despite our inability to coexist, she was responsible for many of my stories. I took out my frustration with my asexual wife on the poor women in my stories.

Throughout my long marriage I was forced to spend a lot of time thinking about sex because I had almost no sex life. Over time it slowly dwindled down to no sex life at all. I'm not educated. But I'm not stupid. I noticed that as the length of time between sex acts grew my fantasies evolved. My already warped mind began to explore kinkier and then even kinkier sex acts.

The women in my fantasies, and then when I began to turn my fantasies into stories, the women in my stories began to suffer more abuse. I believe this was, at least in part, a result of my frustration with my wife. Those women, the women of whom I wrote, were never my wife. I didn't picture her in my mind as I wrote the stories. But many a poor fictional woman has suffered dearly for the frustration I felt.

My stories became a form of therapy for me. I heard from many, many men who enjoyed my writing and more than a few of them claimed to be suffering the same treatment at the hands of their wives. It seems that there is an army of women out there that is not very fond of sex.

Knowing men as I do I have to assume that as often as not the man is probably a lot more than half of the problem. Men can be pretty clueless when it comes to women and sex. I suppose that I'm not totally blameless, either. But that can't be the problem all of the time.

The thing that really astonished me was the number of women who wrote to me, women with fantasies of submission, of being abused and humiliated. They often complained that I didn't go far enough, that I took it much too easy on the poor woman in whichever story they were writing to comment on. There are a lot of very unsympathetic women out there!

I don't think that when I began posting stories I imagined for a moment that women would be entertained by the things I wrote. I quickly received quite an education. Imagine my shock. There are women out there that share my fantasies!

I began to make internet friends with some of the people who read my stories, men and women. People, especially female type people, are much more free to discuss their fantasies with someone they have never met and will never meet, especially when it's someone like me who has already put my fantasies to print and they know that we have things in common.

By way of encouragement, or perhaps payment for my stories, many men send me revealing photographs of their wives or girlfriends. I appreciate them. I look at them. I enjoy them. Then I delete them. I saved them when it first started happening. But I didn't feel free to share them. That would be a betrayal of trust. When I realized that I almost never went back to look at them later I began to delete them.

More interesting to me was the propensity of my female fans to send me revealing photographs. They are all attractive in their own way. And I enjoyed them all, and still do. I am honored that they want to share so much of themselves with me.

After my wife left I actually began to get more out of my life. I didn't date. I'm not sure I still know how. I don't know if I have the patience for it. But I began to travel more. I love to travel but getting my wife to leave our home and go on a trip, unless it was to visit her family, required the assistance of several large men, crowbars, and at least one winch.

Now I was free to travel at will. Even better, I was at last free to travel on my Harley.

Life was just coasting along until almost a year after my wife left. I received an email from a young woman who guessed correctly the city in which I live. She was able to guess because she was born and raised here. She now lives ninety miles south of me with her husband.

I respond to everyone who writes to me as long as they provide a valid email address. I sent her a response immediately. When she replied she included several very nice photographs. I was almost certain that the pictures were too good to be true. It isn't just that the quality of the photos was so professional. The girl looked like she stepped right out of Playboy Magazine. She was incredibly beautiful, easily the most beautiful woman who ever sent me a photograph. I was all but certain that she was sending me photographs that she found on the internet.

I didn't say anything. I had no reason to complain. Whether they were pictures of her or not they were certainly nice pictures. I soon came to realize that I was wrong. Those were actually pictures of the beautiful young woman that was emailing me!

We discussed in intimate detail both her fantasies and her real life. She continued to email me pictures that she said her older sister was taking of her. And then one day she told me she was going to visit her sister and she asked me if I had any special requests.

I requested a set of pictures wearing and then removing certain specific items of clothing and a day or two later I received exactly what I requested. I was floored! It was really her!

We continued to explore fantasies and to liven things up a little she began to submit to me. I would send her an assignment in an email. She would complete the assignment and then tell me all about it.

The things I ordered her to do were things that I enjoyed writing about. So of course this sweet young thing was turning me on like no other woman ever has.

The conflict that began to develop was a result of the clash between her desire to experience her fantasies and her determination to be true to her husband. We had agreed that we would never, could never meet. We both felt a strong attraction and that restriction seemed to make sense. I may be a budding sexual monster. But I have no desire to destroy anyone's marriage.

The problem with that is that as I grew closer to her the desire to meet her and to touch her and to experience the things I wrote about, our shared fantasies, became overpowering.

She was not someone I would ever meet by chance. She is from a well-to-do local family and has married into another upper crust family in the city where she now lives. She is High Society. I am biker bar. And never the twain shall meet.

Except, as time went by, I started to wonder more and more about what would happen if the twain should actually meet. She claimed to have completed all of the nasty sexual assignments I gave her, all but one.

She posed for several sets of explicit photographs and sent them to me. She even sent me revealing photographs of her two beautiful sisters. But I had only her word for the other things I ordered her to do. I ordered her to take a glass into the shower and fill it with her warm piss. Then she was to taste it before pouring it all over her.

She claimed to have gone beyond my instructions and drank the entire glass of hot piss instead.

I ordered her to get a baby bottle, fill it with fresh hot piss and nurse on it. She responded the next day to say that she had completed the task, and was looking forward to doing it again!

I ordered her to scoop up her husband's cum as it drained from her pussy after sex and eat it. She didn't hesitate.

I ordered her to go to the park in a very short skirt with a book. She was to sit with her knees apart and read while everyone lucky enough to be in the area that day enjoyed the view of her exposed underwear. She quickly wrote back to tell me how exciting it had been.

I was quickly falling in love with the perfect woman. Unfortunately, the perfect woman was married to a very good man and intended to stay that way.

We continued to correspond. I enjoyed her emails describing many of the perverted acts that I wrote about in my stories and how reading about them affected her. She claimed to be desperate to experience many of those kinky sex acts in real life.

I began to think more and more about how much I would enjoy making her dreams come true. And then the opportunity presented itself. The state legislature in the state where she and her husband lived and he worked enacted many sweeping changes affecting the construction industry. They were holding one week seminars in Atlanta to inform builders and contractors of the changes to give everyone affected time to adjust and adapt before the new laws took effect.

Beverly's husband and father-in-law own a construction company and were scheduled to attend. The course was to last from Monday through Saturday of next week. They were going to stay in Atlanta from Sunday through Sunday.

Beverly was planning to spend the week in the city with them. But at the last minute she decided to spend it visiting one of her sisters instead. That was my window of opportunity.

There was still one assignment I had given her that remained to be completed. When she told me of the change in her plans I insisted that she complete her assignments before leaving town to visit her sister. I ordered her to go to an adult bookstore and purchase a vibrator, two butt plugs, and a pair of nipple clamps.

She's been very nervous about that assignment. That's why she hasn't completed it yet. She has never been in an adult bookstore, of course. They look and sound sleazy. She has been very nervous about going into one. She tried to get her sister to go with her a week ago but her sister refused. She has been too scared to go there alone.

I decided to take a chance. I visit her city from time to time. It makes for a good day trip for me and a few friends on our Harleys. I wouldn't go so far as to say I'm familiar with the area. But I can find my way around.

I located a likely bookstore on the internet and drove down on my bike one day to check it out. It was perfect. It was on the edge of town. It was located all by itself not far from the Interstate. The parking lot is surrounded by evergreen trees, probably to protect the identity of the perverts that visit the store. It was perfect for what I had in mind.

I went home and that evening I sent Beverly an email ordering her to complete the assignment she has been putting off. I ordered her to go to the bookstore and told her that she needn't worry that someone she knew would see her because of the privacy afforded by the vegetation surrounding the store. I didn't just order her to go, though. I gave her a day and a time and warned her that if she didn't obey there would be consequences. Of course it was an empty threat and we both knew it. I could only punish her if she let me.

The day would be Sunday and the time would be after her husband and father-in-law were scheduled to leave for Atlanta.

I then considered the various methods available to me of taking control of her, assuming she would obey and she actually showed up at the store as ordered. I thought of using brute force. I considered chloroform or insisting on a drink and slipping her some form of drug.

I dismissed those possibilities. She would need to come willingly, even if reluctantly. If she would not obey me then I couldn't do the things I wanted to do with her.

I had no intention of keeping her locked up somewhere for the week. I was going to bring her fantasies, and mine, to life. That would require leaving my house.

I considered blackmailing her with the pictures she has already sent me. But that wouldn't work. The pictures are revealing. They are beautiful and a few of them are especially slutty. But there is nothing in them that could be considered blackmail material.

No. For this to work she would have to submit. I would have to be able to take her to the places and events that she fantasized about. It would all hinge on her reaction when I showed up and started giving her orders.

I talked a friend into driving me down to that bookstore and promised to make it worth his while ... if she showed up. He's a good friend. He is the only one of my friends that knows about my hobby of writing and posting porn. I told him why I needed his help and showed him some of the pictures she sent me.

He didn't believe for a moment that the woman in those pictures would have anything to do with me. But it was an hour and a half drive down there and an hour and a half back. He was willing to waste three hours of his time for a shot at that cute ass in the unlikely event that she was actually the woman that would get out of the car, that she would show up at the appointed time, and that she would be crazy enough to do what I told her to do.

I had done what I could do to make this work. It was all up to Beverly now. Was she really a submissive? More importantly, was she as desperate to experience her fantasies as she led me to believe. It was upon that question that this entire exercise would hinge.

Odie drove me down there. But not without spending an hour and a half telling me I was out of my mind and warning me that this story was too good to keep to himself when we got home. All of our friends were going to hear about the egg on my face when no one showed up. Or even better, when an old, skanky meth addict crawled out of the car.

I let him rag me all the way, good natured soul that I am. But I had a feeling that she was going to be there. And I was convinced now that she was going to look just like she did in those pictures, except she would be wearing clothes.

We pulled into the parking lot about twenty minutes before Beverly was ordered to be there. Odie went inside the bookstore to look around. I waited in the car.

Odie was still inside when I saw a Mercedes driven by a woman pull in and park. It was just getting dark. I couldn't see more than her silhouette. But I knew it was her.

I got out, stood beside Odie's car and waited to see what she would do. She didn't get out. Not for several long minutes. I could almost see her in there, taking deep breaths and trying to get up the nerve to obey. I knew she was scared. She had made it very clear in her emails. But she was here.

The driver's door finally opened and after another long pause she got out. She stood by her car, looking around furtively, obviously praying that no one would see her.

I saw her. And she was, indeed, the woman in the photographs.

She still wasn't sure she could do it. I could see the fear on her face. I was actually pretty proud of her for getting this far.

I was leaning over the top of Odie's car watching her. My chin was resting on my arms. There wasn't a lot of light here and she still hadn't seen me. She finally made up her mind and locked her car with the key fob.

That was what I was waiting for. She would be going to an adult bookstore this week, but not this one. I straightened up and she saw me for the first time. She looked like she might run for a second. But she drew a deep breath and started walking around her car towards the store.

She watched me nervously as I approached. The closer I got the more nervous she became. I stopped in front of her, blocking her path just as she came around her car. I didn't smile. I looked at her sternly and said, "Hello, Beverly."

I couldn't keep up with the emotions flitting across her face. She ruled out all of the people she knew before she finally decided that I was the man who ordered her to be here tonight.

But that was no reason to be reassured. She didn't know me at all. She only knew my words, my stories. And although my stories excited her, her life was suddenly totally out of her control and she knew it. That was scary. The only thing she really knew about me was that I was a pervert. Most women don't find that reassuring.

She stared into my face, trying to figure out what kind of person I am. She couldn't see much. I was wearing the mask, the stern face of a dominant Master. I was assuming the role she needed me to play. She saw a large man, significantly older than her. She saw someone who would be more comfortable in a biker bar than at one of her cocktail parties. I think she must have seen the person she imagined I would be.

I saw before me the woman in those pictures. She was truly beautiful. She was dressed casually, but probably not as casually as she would normally have dressed to drive two hundred and fifty miles to her sister's house. She had dressed to avoid attracting the attention of the hordes of horny men she anticipated in the bookstore.

I gave her a minute to calm down before I said, "I'm proud of you. But you don't have to go in there. Not this time. Not here."

I held out my hand for her keys. She hesitated for only a few seconds before handing them to me. I said, "Very good. Then I reached behind her, grabbed a handful of her long, blonde hair in my fist, leaned down and kissed her roughly.

She didn't move. She didn't try to pull away. She moaned and slowly began to respond to my kiss.

I dropped her keys in my pocket and my free hand clamped down on her tit through her thin summer dress. She was wearing a bra under it. But it wasn't a very substantial one, probably something sheer and lacy.

She moaned again when my hand closed on her tit and suddenly the kiss became very passionate. I had to fight hard to keep from smiling when I straightened up and saw the lust on her sweet face.

She was breathing like she had just run a mile. She stared at me, wide eyed, not really thinking at the moment, just reacting.

I ordered her to lift her skirt to her waist. She obeyed instantly. She didn't look around, she didn't hesitate. She reached down and lifted her skirt to her waist while staring into my eyes, looking for approval.

I certainly approved. She was wearing a plain white bikini panty. But the view was spectacular. I reached out and cupped her mound. Her eyes closed and a shiver of lust traveled through her body.

Then I shocked the hell out of her. I leaned closer as though I was going to kiss her again. Instead, I spit right in her face. She gasped and I'm almost positive she had an orgasm.

She moved her hand towards her face to wipe my spittle from her cheek but I snarled, "Leave it, bitch."

She lowered her hand instantly and I watched my spit run down her cheek.

I said, "There has been a change of plans. You are spending the week with me. Call your sister and tell her that something came up and you can't make it."

"Now?!" she squeaked.

I nodded.

She reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. While she was dialing I worked my hand inside her panties and began to tease her pussy with my finger.

Her sister answered and she tried to explain that she was going to have to put her trip off. That was as far as she got before she saw Odie approaching. She stopped talking when Odie came to a stop beside me and watched me fingering her pussy.

I heard Odie whisper, "I'll be damned!" under his breath.

Beverly finally came to her senses and answered her sister who was wondering why she suddenly went silent. "I'm here! Sorry."

She still sounded very distracted.

She said, "I'll call you again later, Becky. I can't talk now. Something came up and I'm in a hurry."

"No. Everything is fine. I'll call you. I love you, too. Goodbye."

She put her phone away and then stood there with her skirt around her waist and her legs slightly spread while I worked my large finger into the wettest pussy I have ever had the privilege of finger fucking.

I could tell that she found the situation exciting. But I will admit I was surprised when she dropped her purse, grabbed my wrist and ground her pussy against my hand as her body was wracked by a huge orgasm.

Oh yeah! This was going to be one hell of a weekend!

I pulled my hand away and stuck my juicy finger into her mouth. She sucked it clean eagerly and as she did I pictured her nursing on the baby bottle full of hot piss. We were both going to experience a lot of our kinkiest fantasies this week. I think she was just starting to realize it. She was scared. But she was all in.

I ordered her to take off her dress.

Her eyes closed and a shiver ran through her body. It looked like she was having another orgasm!

She became aware that after her orgasm passed her hands had returned to her skirt. She was still holding it up around her waist. She took her hands away but it remained in place at her waist. She ignored it. She reached behind her back and unzipped her dress while staring into my eyes. She let the dress fall away from her body and pushed it down over her hips.

She glanced nervously at Odie several times. But I was ignoring him so she did, too.

She left her dress lying in the dirt at her feet, waiting for her next order. I struggled to keep from smiling. That would have ruined the mood for her. I maintained the aloof, stern expression on my face as if totally unmoved by her submission and her beauty. I simply said, "Bra."

She must have been expecting it. But I saw her sudden intake of breath when she heard the order. She was nervous. But she was incredibly turned on. Her eyes were nearly glowing and even in the dark I could see the damp spot in her underwear over her pussy. She must be flowing like a river!

She swallowed loudly and then reached behind her back to unfasten her sheer little nothing of a bra. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. If her description of her sexual history was as accurate as everything else she has revealed to me since we began corresponding, she has only been with one man in her life, her husband. He is the only man that has seen her undressed.

I knew that the thought of being forced to undress in front of other men, or of being undressed by them, excited the hell out of her. But now it wasn't fantasy. Now it was real life. Now it was happening. And from the look on her face she was enjoying it just as much as she thought she would.

She was trying not to let it show. But she was positively glowing. I wondered if experiencing the rest of her fantasies would be as exciting for her. Some of the things she was going to have to do were way beyond the pale. I wondered if she was thinking about those things now.

She fumbled for a minute and then drew her bra straps down off her shoulders, hesitating only briefly before lowering it slowly until her nipples came into view. I nearly had to gasp when I saw those beautiful tits in the flesh for the first time. They were fucking perfect!

I tried not to let my approval show in my face. But she was watching me closely. She knew what I was thinking. A tiny smile flickered on her face for a fraction of a second before she got it under control.

I glanced at my partner in crime for a second. Odie's eyes were twice their normal size.

He saw me look his way. He exclaimed, "Nice tits!" without ever taking his eyes off of them.

I turned back to Beverly and snarled, "Finish, cunt!"

She flinched, almost as if I had raised my hand to slap her. But her eyes closed and a shiver ran through her once more and once more I wasn't sure she wasn't having a small orgasm.

She dropped her bra in the dirt at her feet and quickly skimmed her panties off. She was about to drop them when I held out my hand. I was looking at the sopping wet crotch panel when a car pulled in behind me and caught the three of us in its headlights. Bev was now lit up as if she was on stage.

She reacted without thinking, covering her tits and her pussy with her hands. It was pretty funny. I shook my head almost imperceptibly and she slowly let her arms fall to her sides.

The car came to a sudden stop, skidding a few feet in the loose gravel when the driver saw us and realized that one of us was a naked female. I ignored the car. If it was a cop we were already busted. I assumed that it was just some horny guy shopping for porn or looking for a blowjob in the back room.

I took a moment to admire her beautiful body. Then I reached between her legs, resting my hand on her upper thigh with my fingers pressed against her drooling pussy. And it really was drooling. As soon as I touched her my finger became wet with her juices.

Her body began to move almost imperceptibly. Her pussy began to slide her pussy over my finger as if she wasn't even aware of it. I finally had to smile. I couldn't hold back any longer.

In as derisive a manner as I could manage I said, "You horny fucking cunt! Look at you. You're nothing but piece of ass. I hope I can find a dog with standards low enough to fuck you."

She came again. She came so hard she almost fell to her knees. She reached out and caught herself on my arm to keep from falling. But I pulled my hand from between her thighs and said, "You might as well get down on your knees. I can't drive like this. Let's see if you're as good at sucking cocks as you claim."

Her eyes, which had been squinting with lust, shot wide open in a heartbeat. She glanced at Odie and then at the headlights on the car that was still stopped twenty feet away while the driver watched us.

But she didn't refuse. A shiver ran through her again and she slowly sank to her knees at my feet. She looked at the large bulge in my jeans for a second before she reached up and rested her hand on it.

She squeezed my cock gently before reaching up and unfastening my belt. Her hands were shaking as she worked to free my cock. But she didn't waste any time spreading my jeans open and pulling my jockey shorts down out of the way.

She leaned forward and kissed the tip of my cock. She didn't even try to act like she didn't want to do this. She kissed and then licked the moist head of my cock and then clamped down on it with her soft lips.

I slid my jeans half way down my hips to give her more room to work and watched her as she slid her lips down until my cock touched the back of her throat. She wrote to me recently, bragging about managing to deep throat her husband. She was struggling to do the same thing to me.

I have a pretty average cock. It's between six and seven inches long and maybe three inches around at the base when it's hard. I'm not porn star material. But it's big enough to get the job done. She seemed impressed. Of course it's only the second cock she has ever seen.

I was just about to tell her not to bother when the head of my cock suddenly popped into her throat and her lips slid all the way down to the base of my cock. I've never had a woman do that for me before and the sensations were pretty amazing.

But I knew I wouldn't get to enjoy them for long. It has been a very long time since anyone but me has touched my cock. For that short moment in time I became her slave. She had all the power as her tongue bathed my shaft and her lips moved up and down.

I don't think I lasted two minutes before I sprayed her throat with the first spurt of cum. As soon as she realized I was cumming she pulled back and took the rest of my cum in her mouth, using her hand on my shaft to finish me off.

She is one fantastic cocksucker! I had to concentrate for a moment on not collapsing to my knees in front of her. I looked down at her, struggling to hide the affection I felt for her. I used her panties to wipe what little remained of my spit from her face. I finally stepped back and said, "Not bad. Now you can pay my friend for driving me down here."

She gasped. But she didn't move as Odie moved over and stood in front of her. His cock was already sticking out of his pants and standing almost straight up in the night air.

As soon as he was in front of her she dove on his cock. She was getting carried away, obviously loving the idea that I just gave her to my friend like a piece of meat.

I watched as she gobbled his cock just as eagerly as she did mine a moment earlier. My own cock started getting hard again immediately as I watched her enthusiastic performance.

Odie watched her beautiful face sliding up and down on his cock in amazement until just before he came. He couldn't just stand there and take it any longer. He wrapped his hands around her head and held on tight while he fucked her face violently. I almost stopped him until I realized that she wasn't fighting him. She had totally surrendered.

After Odie came and she lapped up the last few drops of cum from the end of his cock I ordered her to pick up her clothes and get in the car. I got behind the wheel and headed for home.

She sat beside me still panting from a combination of lust and the effort she just put into satisfying my friend for my amusement. The guy who watched the entire show from his car waved as I drove past and then took the parking spot we left.

I ordered Beverly to play with her pussy, but warned her that she would be punished if she had an orgasm. Then, as she leaned back in her seat and began to tease her pussy I forced myself to concentrate on driving.

Odie followed me until I got to the Interstate. Then he took off for home as if we were on the autobahn.

There was a time in my life when speed limits were a challenge, a dare. I accumulated so many tickets that a lot of the cops around town knew me by name when I was in my late teens and early twenties. I drove fast cars, I had a lead foot, and every red light was just an excuse for another drag race.

Thankfully I outgrew that. I find it much more restful to put the cruise control on about two miles an hour over the speed limit and relax while everyone else on the road goes by on the left.

Once I had the cruise control set I reached over and rested my hand on her pussy. She told me recently that she shaved all her pubic hair off. Her pussy was still as smooth as that proverbial baby's butt. She moaned as my finger replaced her own. I teased her sopping wet pussy, drawing my finger out from time to time in order to tease her swollen clit. I watched her tense up each time as she struggled not to cum. I knew she wouldn't last much longer. But that was part of the plan. I wanted an excuse to punish her.

It wasn't long at all before she tensed up and her ass came up off the seat. She cried out, "NO! Oh god no!"

She gripped my wrist and began to hump my hand like a bitch in heat again. It's an incredibly exciting thing to watch. She came and came and came. Her orgasm must have lasted for three or four minutes before she collapsed back into her seat.

As soon as she seemed like she was once more aware of the world around her I said, "You will be punished for disobeying me like that."

I think she came again when I said that!

She was still breathing hard from her orgasm when her cell phone rang. It was her husband calling to let her know that he had arrived safely in Atlanta. I continued playing with her pussy while she tried to carry on a conversation with him. She quickly explained that she was driving and couldn't talk because traffic on the Interstate was heavy.

That was the true enough. This stretch of I-95 is always busy.

I couldn't really tell how she reacted to talking to her husband while I played with her pussy. I think she was both turned on and at the same time feeling more than a little guilty.

Chapter 2

I rested my hand on her crotch all the way back to town. I teased her pussy every few minutes, keeping her on the edge of orgasm for more than an hour. I was paying a price for it, though. My cock was so hard that it hurt.

She began to tense up and get nervous when we got to town. She was born and raised here. Her mother still lives in town and she knows a lot of people here. It wouldn't do to be seen getting chauffeured around town in the nude by some big, ugly biker.

She relaxed a little when she got to the suburb on the other side of town where I live. She wasn't as likely to run into anyone she knew there. It isn't that I live on the wrong side of the tracks. I have a nice home in a good area. But people who travel in her circle wouldn't be caught dead there.

Of course, she has been living ninety miles away for the last ten years. She probably doesn't know about the mini-mansions that have been built on the nearby marsh. For some strange reason, people with money in this part of the country think that swamp land is desirable!

Maybe before the week is up I'll drive her around and see if she recognizes anyone.

I found it amusing that we just spent an exciting hour and a half together and in all that time she has only said one word to me. She called her sister and spoke briefly. She answered a phone call from her husband and spoke briefly. She gave out with a few choice curses from time to time when I made her cum. But to me she has said only one word since I spoke her name in the parking lot of that bookstore.

I was also amused at how easily she accepted my dominance over her. From the moment I said her name in the parking lot and she assumed I was the author whose stories were stoking her fires she gave up her free will.

I have a lot of nasty, degrading activities planned for her. I'm reasonably certain that she is going to experience a lot of second thoughts in the coming week. But when it's all over I think she is going to have nearly as many happy erotic memories as I will.

I parked in front of my garage and ordered her out of the car. I live at the end of a small cul-de-sac in a quiet, upper middleclass neighborhood. It was not somewhere that you might expect to see beautiful women roaming around in the nude. But it was after ten and it was highly unlikely we would be seen. To be honest, though, I didn't care that much either way. I don't think that most of my nearest neighbors would be that upset if anyone noticed her.

I ordered her out of the car. She hesitated. But she was just gathering her courage. She wasn't going to refuse to step out of the car in the nude. She got out and waited by the fender and then followed me up the sidewalk to my front door at a leisurely pace. I took my time unlocking the door, drawing out the tension she had to be experiencing.

I watched her closely when we stepped into the living room. It was specially furnished just for her. In the past week I have spent a lot of time in my garage preparing for her visit. I constructed some special furniture just for her. I built a set of stocks; a whipping bench based upon a photograph she sent me; a large, heavy, wooden cross was secured against one wall; and I made a padded bench that when she was strapped down she would be at just the right height for fucking from either end. It had adjustable leg supports and a headrest that could be lowered out of the way when not needed. I called it a fuck bench. What the hell, everything else had a name.

Lastly, there was a rope attached to a pulley. It was hanging down from the ceiling near the front windows.

She looked around at the various forms of restraint I constructed just for her and at first she was speechless. She walked around the room examining each of them, walking around the stocks and the benches, running her hands over the solid wood. There was a look of wonder in her eyes, a look of excitement with just a hint of fear.

I didn't tell her I made them for her in our email exchange. I couldn't. I didn't want her to know I was going to come for her and bring her here. But we have discussed several of these items in our emails. I told her I once built a set of stocks and she seemed disappointed when I told her that they no longer existed.

Later she sent me a cartoon showing a voluptuous young woman bent over a whipping bench. I pointed out to her that I could easily make such a bench.

I'm not that big a fan of corporal punishment. Spanking or whipping, causing physical pain, those things don't appeal to me as much as humiliation and mental anguish. The idea of a damsel in distress appeals to me.

But corporal punishment seems to excite her and I won't mind getting my hands on that beautiful ass and seeing how she reacts when it starts to hurt. Hell, I might just find that I enjoy it more than I thought I would.

The purpose of each of the items I constructed for her was obvious. I watched her move around the room in silence until she had examined each item. Then I went over to the stocks and opened them. They were adjustable. The height could be adjusted so that her head would be anywhere from knee high all the way up to chest high, depending on what I had in mind for her while she was restrained.

She watched me open them and hold them open. I gave her a meaningful look and she came over without a word. She bent down, placing her neck and her wrists in the lightly padded cutouts.

I closed the stocks and secured them in place. Then I adjusted the height so that, with her legs straight she was bent over at a forty-five degree angle as if she was bowing at the waist. Her head was just about at my waist level.

I moved around the room, powering up and starting the three movie cameras on tripods that were aimed at her. She watched me, still without a word. I left her there and went out to pull her car into the garage.

I stood behind her when I returned to the room, enjoying the sight of her beautiful, vulnerable body while I slowly undressed. As soon as I was naked I moved closer and began to explore her body. I touched her perfect breasts for the first time.

I am quickly going to run out of superlatives to describe this woman. Her breasts deserve better than my limited command of the English language can provide. They are full and firm and perfectly formed. Seeing her now in all of her glory with all the lights on she was still at least as beautiful as the sexiest Playmate I've ever seen. I could not detect a flaw in her gorgeous body.

I held her left tit in my hand and savored its soft, warm skin as my fingers began to caress it gently. I felt her stiff nipple poking into my palm as if begging for attention. It was going to get all the attention it could stand this week.

With my free hand I caressed her beautiful ass for a moment. Then I slid my fingers between her legs. She gasped and spread her legs a little farther apart in order to give me more freedom to explore her sex.

I played with her pussy for a minute before withdrawing my hand. I drew my arm back and with no warning at all I swatted her ass with my open palm.

I didn't hit her hard. But the noise when my palm connected with her flesh was loud and it startled her. She wasn't expecting it.

She flinched and cried out wordlessly.

I hadn't struck her very hard. There was more noise than pain. I gently massaged her pink butt cheek for a moment. Then I drew back and slapped her again, followed swiftly by two more slaps.

Each time my palm struck her she cried out. But she never said a word. She didn't ask me to stop. I doubt if it even occurred to her. After all, this was her fantasy, not mine.

I reached between her thighs, intending to tease her pussy again. I was shocked. Her thighs were coated with the juices running from her pussy. I touched two fingertips to her pussy and they slid in as if there was suction pulling them in.

She groaned and cried out, cumming once more with only the stimulation of my fingers spreading her open and invading her body. Before her orgasm passed I pulled my hand back and struck her ass three more times.

She came again without her pussy being touched at all.

That was all I could take. If I waited any longer I was going to shoot my cum all around the room in a spontaneous orgasm without even touching my cock!

I moved into position behind her. I spread her legs a little further apart with my foot and bent at the knees to line the head of my cock up. I don't even remember how long it has been since I felt my cock sinking into a hot, wet, tight, clasping pussy. Fucking my ex-wife had been a lot like fucking a hand full of cold Vaseline. She lay there with that long suffering look on her face, waiting for her ordeal to end. For that reason I gave up on her long before we finally split up. She wasn't worth breaking into a sweat over.

Beverly now! This is what I thought it was supposed to be like! Fuck! Her hot box clamped down on my cock and she cried out when I slammed it into her. I didn't even stop to think about how hard it was going to be to return to my normal life when her week here was up. I just started fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. I came very quickly. But I didn't pull out. I left my cock inside of her and it stayed hard. I was like a teenager in full rut!

I paused to catch my breath for a moment and began fucking her again, slower this time, more erotically. I heard sounds coming from her. It took me a moment to realize what they were. She was quietly sobbing. But at the same time she was whispering, "Yes! Oh god yes! Fuck me! Rape me!" over and over under her breath.

The sound of the passion in her voice was the most erotic sound I've ever heard. I released the tight grip I had on her hips and moved my hands over her body as I picked up the pace. I reached under her and grabbed onto her tits. I squeezed hard while I pounded my cock into from behind.

She shivered with lust and cried out. Not in pain. It was pure passion.

I lasted much longer this time. By the time I finally reached my second orgasm she had totally lost control. She was cumming over and over, her pussy clamping down on my cock once more and an incoherent litany of sexual sounds streamed from her mouth.

I slowly pulled my cock free and went around to her head. She struggled to reach my slime covered cock with her mouth long before I was close enough. I finally lifted my soft cock and stuck it in her mouth. I leaned on the stocks and caught my breath while she sucked my cock clean.

I was still amused at how little my beautiful slave girl has had to say since she got out of her car in the parking lot this evening. She was never at a loss for words in our email exchanges.

To be honest, I expected that she might go along once she realized it was me ordering her around and not some other horny old man. But I didn't expect her to go along without an argument, without even a token struggle.

I wonder if she will submit as docilely to the other things I have planned for her. I know her fantasies intimately because we share them. The things she is going to do in the coming week are things that excite her in the realm of fantasy. How is she going to react when faced with the actuality?

I felt my cock stirring in her mouth and pulled it free. She moaned quietly when I took her treat away. She does love to suck cock. That's good. She is going to get a lot of practice.

I released her from the stocks and led her to the bathroom. I watched while she used the toilet. It embarrassed her. But she was quickly distracted when she noticed a baby bottle sitting on the counter nearby. She knew what it was for.

I waited for her to finish on the toilet but I didn't let her get up. I handed her the bottle without a word. She held it under my dick and watched closely. She had no choice. My cock was only inches from her face.

I had to piss. But it took me a moment to get started. Something about doing it right in front of her that way impeded the flow momentarily. But once the first few small spurts came out, the stream quickly grew to full strength.

Beverly stared in awe as the clear bottle quickly filled with hot piss. I managed to stop the flow just before it overflowed. I put the bottle down and finished, pissing on Beverly's chest.

When the first spurt of hot piss landed on her tits she closed her eyes and moaned as if I was playing with her pussy. There was a look of near ecstasy on her face as my hot piss flowed over her beautiful body and drained down between her legs into the toilet.

When I was all but finished I pulled her head forward and shoved my cock in her mouth. The last few little squirts filled her mouth and she swallowed them eagerly. I'll admit that when she told me she drank first a glass and then a bottle filled with her own piss I wasn't sure I believed her. I did now.

I stepped away from her and attached the nipple to the baby bottle. She watched every move I made. She was actually anticipating being given that bottle and sucking down my hot piss!

I was going to make her go to bed the way she was. But as the smell wafted up I wasn't sure I wanted to smell that all night. I went back and forth in my mind for a few moments and finally decided that if she could stand the taste I could put up with the smell.

I ordered her into the bedroom and onto the towels I already placed on one side of the bed. She lay down and took the bottle from me. She placed the nipple between her lips and sucked it like a little cock, slowly drinking down all of the piss until the bottle was empty!

What a beautiful, sick bitch! I love her!

We lay facing each other on the bed, staring into each other's eyes. I could see her mind working. She was remembering all the other nasty things we have discussed and she knew now that she was finally going to experience many of her deepest, darkest fantasies.

I knew she had to be nervous about that. Some of her fantasies were at the far edge of the kinky spectrum. In many ways she was kinkier than me. If you have read any of my stories you know that it takes a lot to out kinky me. But she was more anxious than nervous. I could see it in her eyes.

I took the empty bottle from her and put it on my nightstand. I ordered her to turn over and I pulled her body against mine. I was getting used to the smell of the piss drying on her skin. I decided I could stand it until I fell asleep.

We both tended to awake early. We often exchanged a flurry of emails in the early morning hours. So I wasn't surprised when I awoke and realized that she was already awake at six the next morning. I was a little surprised when I realized that she was slowly teasing her pussy with her fingers, probably reliving in her mind the things she did last night.

I threw the covers off and nudged her out of bed. We went straight to the shower and I ordered her to kneel in front of me on the shower floor. I planned on pissing on her before we showered. She misunderstood and clamped her mouth over the head of my cock, waiting eagerly for the flow to start.

What the hell! I grinned down at her as I let go with a strong stream of fresh piss and watched her struggle to keep up. Some of it escaped and streamed down onto her tits. But she managed to keep most of it down. I was truly impressed.

I knew this was one of her fantasies. But I knew from experience that things you fantasize about are often much more pleasurable when they remain in the realm of fantasy. This woman continued to amaze me.

I pulled her to her feet and turned the water on in the shower. When the cold spray hit her piss streaked body she emitted a little squeak and tensed up. She stood there shivering until the water got warm. But again, she remained in place, breathing in short, gasping breaths until the water got warm, but never once trying to escape the spray of cold water.

We took a long hot shower and dried off. I got dressed while she waited. Then we went downstairs and I showed her where the coffee and the pots and pans were so she could make breakfast.

I enjoyed watching her moving around my kitchen in the nude. She made coffee and served it when it was ready. She made perfect bacon and eggs and toast and we sat at the kitchen island and ate in silence.

She had yet to ask a question or offer an opinion about any of this. Once the shock of finding me in that parking lot passed and she started to submit to a man for the first time, really submit, not just do things to please her husband, she slipped into her submissive fantasies and was apparently turning herself over to me for the week without question.

That's a huge step to take and I couldn't help admiring her for it. But I wasn't about to let her know that.

I watched her clean up after breakfast. Then I sent her to get her bags out of the trunk of her car. I watched her struggle with the two large suitcases and the toiletry bag while I sipped my coffee. One at a time she wheeled them into the house and dragged them up the stairs.

When she reported back to me I went with her to see if there was anything in her bags that was suitable to wear. She had about a fifty/fifty mix of clothes. Half of the outfits she packed were stylish, sophisticated, definitely high society. The other half, her casual clothes, was just one step above homeless. She really knew how to dress down!

I selected a pair of not quite Daisy Duke style denim shorts and a halter top. I ordered her to trim the shorts. I wanted to see some cheek. While she worked on that I cut a deep V in the front of the halter top so that there would be an adequate amount of her luscious cleavage on display. It would have to do until we could select a few sluttier outfits for her once the stores opened.

She got into the spirit of things. When she was finished trimming the shorts and tried them on they were even more revealing than I would have made them. When she pulled them up and buttoned the front, what little remained of the crotch nearly disappeared up inside of her pussy. It was beautiful, positively obscene!

She turned around and I saw that more than an inch of her cute little butt was on display.

She tied the halter top behind her neck, carefully arranged the remnants of the cups over her breasts and tied it behind her back. When she saw how exposed she was she actually smiled!

Now it was time to take her out and see how long she could maintain that smile.

I drove to a nearby county park. It was still early. There weren't many other people around. But it was a start. We walked on the main path around the outer perimeter of the park. I held her hand and we walked slowly, watching for other people and enjoying their reactions as we walked by.

They were all pretty predictable. The young men universally approved and stared openly. The younger women went both ways. Some were amused, most were offended. The older people, for the most part, were upset by the display we were making of her. A few of the older men smiled and nodded. But not if they were with their wives.

We stopped on the far side of the park near the marsh to watch a man taking photographs of plants and small animals. We watched him take a dozen pictures of a chameleon. He wasn't aware of us until the chameleon finally disappeared and he stood up and turned around.

It was pretty amusing. He saw Beverly and did a perfect double take. He stared at her for a long moment before he pulled himself together. We started toward him and his eyes followed her all the way. I pulled her to a stop when we reached him and asked him if had gotten any good shots.

We talked about cameras and photography while he tried to stop ogling her exposed flesh, failing miserably.

When he said that he hadn't yet found any really good subjects I said, "We have a few minutes to spare. Would you like to take some pictures of my friend?"

He was already blushing as he struggled to keep his eyes off of Beverly's cleavage and the lips of her pussy bulging out around the crotch of her shorts. When I offered to let him take pictures of her his blush deepened instantly. He was stunned. He couldn't believe that this was happening to him.

He finally stuttered, "H-h-here?! N-n-now?!"

I smiled and said, "We might want to move off the main path into a clearing somewhere. We don't want to disturb anyone or draw a crowd."

He nodded absently. I suspect that he was still not certain that he wasn't dreaming this or that it wasn't some kind of trick.

He finally tore his eyes away from her exposed flesh and said, "There's a small clearing on the other side of those evergreens."

We followed him down a narrow path into the underbrush. It wound around through the brush and between the evergreens until we were in a small clearing that seemed to be out of sight of all the trails people used when they wandered through the park.

I stepped back out of the way and Beverly began to model for the young guy. It was pretty amusing. The guy was probably about eighteen or nineteen and very geeky. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that he was looking at more female flesh than he has ever seen before.

Beverly wasn't too pleased. She was nervous about some stranger taking her picture in the revealing costume she was wearing. I was going to give her a lot more to be nervous about in a few minutes.

She posed self consciously as the guy moved around her snapping off pictures as fast as he could press the button on his camera. I stopped him after a couple of minutes and said, "You know, those shots would probably be more interesting if she took that top off. What do you think?"

Bev almost panicked. There was no way of knowing where these photos might turn up or who might see them. Our budding young photographer, however, had no such reservations. The poor guy nodded his head so violently I was afraid he'd hurt himself.

I moved forward and held out my hand. She shuddered, hating what I was making her do. But I saw the look in her eyes when she reached back and untied her top and handed it to me. She wouldn't want to have to admit it. But she was excited about being forced to expose her assets to yet another perfect stranger.

Yesterday at this time her husband was the only man that had seen her breasts, if you don't count the pictures she sent to me. Now, just over twelve hours later, the number has grown to five.

I understood, though, that it wasn't showing off her tits that alarmed her. It was the possibility that someone she knew might see the photographs. But there had to be some element of risk. There had to be humiliation. If what we were doing was safe it wouldn't be as exciting.

I stepped back and the guy took about twenty or thirty more shots, most of them aimed directly at her boobs from every possible angle. After a dozen shots he started suggesting poses to her, looking at me to see my reaction each time.

When I just smiled and watched he finally grew a set of balls and the poses he requested got a little more interesting.

She tried to hide it. But I could see that she was getting turned on. When he told her to cup her breasts and offer them up to the camera I watched her face and thought, "If someone touched her pussy right now she would have an orgasm!"

Seeing how aroused she was I decided that it was time to up the ante. I ordered her to pull her shorts down to her knees. The guy continued to take pictures while she struggled to unfasten her shorts with shaking fingers and pull them down.

I let her pose for a few more minutes. By then it was late enough that the store I wanted to take her to was open.

He was in the process of getting a few extreme close-ups of her pussy. When he straightened back up I said, "I'm afraid we have to go."

I tossed Bev her top and waited while she dressed. The photographer continued to take pictures of her as she pulled her shorts up and put her top back on. When she was ready he turned to me and said, "That was great! She's really hot! I'm in a camera club. We could really use a nude model at one of our sessions, especially one as beautiful as her."

I could see how much the idea of all those people having all those nude pictures of her worried her. So I asked, "When is your next meeting?"

"Not until a week from Saturday. But I could call a special meeting if you would have her pose for us."

I took his number, more to make Bev uncomfortable than because I was planning to make her do it. But if we started getting bored ... what the hell, it might be amusing.

As I led Bev back out to the main path she whined, "What am I going to do if someone I knows sees those pictures?!"

"Start signing autographs."

She wasn't amused.

We went back to the car and I watched her climb up into the seat of my Yukon. I glanced down at her crotch and I really wasn't surprised when I saw the moisture reflecting light on the lips of her pretty little cunt. Her pussy was spread open and trying with a great deal of success to swallow the crotch of her shorts. It looked pretty uncomfortable. I was going to remedy that little problem shortly.

I reached down and teased the flesh that was pushed aside by her shorts. Her breath caught in her chest and her eyes closed. In an instant she was on the verge of an orgasm! Her mind and her body obviously had two different reactions to what just happened back there in that clearing.

I chuckled and said, "Maybe I should let you pose for that club after all. You're soaking wet."

She just groaned.

I leaned down and licked the flesh that was swallowing her shorts. Her reaction was amusing. Her hands gripped my hair and she made a sound like someone just punched her in the stomach. But it wasn't from pain. It was pure pleasure.

It has been a very long time since I have tasted a sweet young pussy. I really loved the taste of her.

I went around and got in. I drove to our next stop with my hand on her pussy, listening as her labored breathing slowly returned to normal. I cupped her pussy in my hand and held it lovingly without doing anything to stimulate it further. I didn't want her to have another orgasm yet.

There has been an effort in the last several years to run all the adult oriented businesses out of town. Living in the Bible belt you have to expect to put up with the religious zealots. It's too bad that they can't see themselves for the superstitious fools that they are and live and let live. But that ain't gonna happen. So you have to learn to live with their silliness. It amuses me that they don't have a problem in the world with the most violent forms of entertainment. But sex is such an evil thing that they have to run it out of town.

I drove to one of the few remaining adult businesses left in town, an adult bookstore in the industrial area. I haven't been there in a long time. I didn't realize until I drove down the narrow dirt driveway and parked in back of the building that their parking lot was very private, too. It was very similar to the parking lot from which I took Bev yesterday evening. It was surrounded by trees and shrubs. There was a railroad track along the back and businesses on either side.

The customers were pretty safe from scrutiny by the good, god fearing people of the community back there. Of course these same men that slink in here to buy their porn or skulk around in the back where the video booths are looking to give or receive a blowjob probably all go to church on Sunday and decry the existence of this place to all their friends during the week. It's the Republican thing to do.

I didn't really care if anyone saw me, though. I'm single. I'm retired. I do what I damned well please. If you don't approve of places like this no one makes you go there. Stay the fuck away. Well, with the exception of Bev, of course.

When she realized what kind of place this was she looked like she was going to panic. But whether she wanted to or not she was going inside. And she was going to quickly become very popular.

I have to give her credit. She didn't complain. She got out and followed me up the ramp into the store without a word. She came to a stop just inside and her eyes began to roam around the large room full of XXX movies and sexually oriented magazines of every description. And of course there were enough toys to fill Santa's sleigh several times over.

It was only a little after ten in the morning. But even this early in the day there were already perverts like us shopping for whatever it was they were shopping for. A few years back, when I used to shop for dirty books to stimulate my imagination, there were usually two hard looking women working behind the counter. They were friendly enough. But they didn't take any shit off of anyone.

Today a young man was behind the counter. He looked up from his conversation with a customer, smiled and nodded. His eyes, like everyone else's in the store, never left Bev's body.

We walked around looking at everything in the store. It was interesting to watch Bev's reaction to the things she saw. Some of what we stopped to look at interested her. Some, despite her very high tolerance for kink, she obviously disapproved of. But there was very damned little that she disapproved of. I saved the little corner where they had a display of very slutty clothing for last.

I called out to the clerk on the other side of the store and asked if she could try on a few of the things he had on display.

He answered apologetically, "We don't have a changing booth."

I chuckled and replied, "That's not a problem for me if it isn't for you."

His grin widened and he shrugged. Then he said, "Go ahead then. She can try on anything but the underwear."

As I turned back around I noticed that our small exchange had drawn everyone's attention to Bev. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

I ordered Bev to undress.

She had become so interested in all the things we've been looking at since we came in that she had begun to calm down. She was almost able to forget about all the men staring at her openly. But when she suddenly became the center of attention, and when I ordered her to strip, she looked like she was going to panic all over again.

She was very nervous about just coming into a place like this in the first place. I don't think she anticipated this. And this was probably the easiest thing she was going to do in here today!

She hesitated for only a few seconds before surrendering. She removed her top and I took it from her. Then she stepped out of her shorts. I took them and said, "Take the shoes off, too."

She stepped out of her shoes and stood there totally naked in front of a quickly growing number of strangers. I didn't even start selecting things for her to try on until she was naked.

I asked her what sizes she wore and started with a skirt so short that she was going to wish she could have the shorts back. She tried it on, trying to keep it low on her hips to provide her with some cover.

That didn't work. The waist was too small to fasten around her hips. When she gave up and fastened the little thing around her waist it turned out to be just as revealing as I hoped it would.

I ordered her to turn around. I got a chance to see the skirt from all angles and it gave her the chance to see how large an audience she had begun to attract. The hem at the bottom of that little pleated skirt ended just above the bottom of her ass cheeks. I could see about an inch of exposed cheek.

In the dim light of this out of the way corner of the store I couldn't see her slit very well. But I could see that the very bottom of it was exposed and in brighter light would be quite visible. And if I wasn't happy with how much flesh was on display I could always make her turn the waistband under a roll or two.

I nodded and held out my hand for the skirt. She took it off and handed it to me and I had her try on four more just like it in different colors. It wasn't necessary that she try them on. But I like watching her dress and undress in public.

When she finished with the skirts I handed her the first of the tops that caught my eye. The first one was styled like one of those wife beater t-shirts. It was a crop top that only just barely covered the lower curve of her breasts. It was so thin that I could make out the bumps on her areolae. I couldn't help noticing how hard her nipples were.

On the front, written across her tits, were the words "I only know one word — YES!" in big black letters.

I heard the excited murmuring from the eight or ten men who were gathered around to watch the show while I went through the tops to see what else amused me.

I selected another crop top on which was pictured a large washing machine, under which were the words, "I handle large loads!"

The last of the crop tops I selected said, "Wanna get lucky?" over the picture of a shamrock.

I waited while she tried all three slutty tops on. Then, after she removed the third one, I handed her an almost invisible blouse. It was totally sheer, more sheer than any top I have ever seen. It only went down to just below her tits, leaving her midriff bare. She might as well have been topless! It was perfect!

I was about to move on when I spotted another sheer top. It was a pullover top with long sleeves. It was full length, covering her trunk from neck to waist. But it was just as sheer as the previous top. For some reason she looked even more naked wearing it. I think it was the total absence of fastenings or adornments. You looked at her and all you really saw was her perfect tits.

I made her take the last top off and hand it to me. Then I selected a pair of thong panties which said, "All you can eat buffet" right over her pussy. She wouldn't need more than that. If she did she had some sexy little panties in her suitcase that would do just fine.

I handed her back all of the clothes we just selected and the clothes she was wearing when we came in and ordered her to take them across the room and place them on the long glass counter near the clerk.

She wasn't happy about moving away from me, which is silly since I was the one tormenting her. But she took the clothes from me and worked her way through the men grouped together behind us. She got groped more than once as she squirmed her way through them. Watching her face I could easily tell each time some strange man's hand came into contact with her body. When it became apparent that neither Bev nor I objected to the anonymous groping the men were even more brazen when she returned.

By the time she squeezed through them and rejoined me her face was the brightest shade of red I have ever seen on a woman. And we were just getting started.

We discussed doing things like this when we exchanged emails. She fantasized about it. She pleaded with me to treat her this way. But she never thought she would actually be doing it. I put my finger under her chin and raised her face until our eyes met. I asked, "How do you feel?"

She whispered, "Terrified!"

But after a brief pause she admitted, "And more excited than I have ever been in my fucking life!"

I suppressed a grin and led her to a nearby display of nipple clamps. There were several types. I chose a pair that looked well built and sturdy. I removed one from the card to which it was attached and carefully tightened it down on her already very hard nipple.

Her eyes closed and her breath caught as the pressure built. A shiver of excitement ran through her as it began to compress her tender flesh. As I tightened it down I whispered, "I still haven't decided whether to put rings or bars in these things. Which do you think your husband would prefer?"

She gasped, groaned, and had another orgasm as I tightened down the clamp on her nipple.

She didn't open her eyes. She didn't look at me and attempt to figure out if I was serious until the clamp was in place and her orgasm had passed. When she finally opened her eyes and looked up at me again she was not reassured by what she saw in my eyes.

I wouldn't do that to her, of course. I wouldn't send her home to her husband with her nipples pierced. In actuality, I'm not sure how I feel about pierced nipples. I love nipples just the way they are. They can be a lot of fun. But her fantasy includes having them pierced and it wouldn't hurt to play up the fantasy for her benefit.

I looked around at the awestruck group of men staring at Bev's naked body and watching everything we did. I smiled at one of the nearest of them and asked, "Would you like to help me put the second one on?"

He was a black man in his late thirties or early forties. He was holding a couple of DVDs featuring black men having sex with white women. And he was more than willing to help me out.

I offered to hold his DVDs. He handed them to me and I ordered her to hold them and look at the pictures on the covers while a strange black man attached the second clamp to her nipple.

A shiver ran through her body. I knew that no black man had ever seen this beautiful Southern Belle naked before, much less placed his hands on her perfect breast. I also knew that it was one of her fantasies, one of her many nasty fantasies.

Bev held the DVD cases in her hand. But she didn't notice the pictures on the covers. She stared at the large black hands that were nearing her breast. She watched with a strange mix of emotions on her face as the stranger tweaked her nipple, making sure it was nice and hard before he slipped the clamp over it and began to tighten it down.

Everyone watched those two black hands as they tightened the clamp down until Bev winced in pain. The man stopped tightening the clamp, but he spent a long moment exploring her tit before stepping back with a huge grin on his face.

I ordered her to examine the movies she was holding in her hand. She had forgotten all about them. Her eyes scanned the photographs of black men fucking white women and white women sucking on big black cocks. I could almost hear her heart beating!

I took the movies from her and gave them back to the black man who was also watching her reaction. He grinned at me, swore under his breath and shook his head. Then he stepped back and I ordered Bev to hold her arms out.

I began to load her down with toys. I selected two butt plugs, one that was slightly smaller than my cock and one that was larger. I picked up a couple of vibrators and a remote controlled vibrating egg that looked like fun. I picked up a variety of leather restraints, a blindfold and a spiked dog collar that looked pretty degrading.

I ordered her to take everything to the counter. This time I followed her. From the display under the glass counter I selected a couple of good lubricants and a bottle of body oil that heated up when it came into contact with air.

I paid for everything, as well as admission for two to the small theater in the back. My original plan was to take her into the other section where they had viewing booths with glory holes. But the door to the theater was right there and at the last minute I decide to check it out instead.

After our purchases were bagged up I asked the clerk to hold onto them. I took Bev by the arm and led her into the theater. She was still naked but no one seemed to mind.

Chapter 3

It wasn't actually a theater. It was just a room about the size of my living room. There was a large movie screen on the far wall on which two black men were double teaming a fake blonde with huge fake tits. I hate fake tits and I hate the phony sound of people making believe they are in the throes of passion. But I didn't bring Bev here for the quality of the cinematography.

There weren't rows of seats like you would expect in a normal theater. Instead the walls were lined with old sofas and chairs. The center of the room wasn't completely open. There were a couple of sofas there, too. But everyone seemed to prefer to sit around in a circle against the walls.

I wasn't sure what the protocol was. I've never been in there before. I assumed that pretty much anything was permissible. It was that kind of place.

There were four men already in the room watching the movie. It looked like all four of them had their cocks out and were playing with themselves. They looked up in astonishment when they saw us. Three of them covered their exposed cocks. The other guy was a little better at assessing situations and coming to conclusions. He smiled and continued playing with his cock while he watched to see what I was going to do with a naked woman.

They weren't the only ones that were curious. The men that had been watching us out front were apparently lined up behind us to pay the price of a theater ticket and come in to see the rest of our show.

One at a time a dozen men entered the theater. That was nearly half the seating capacity of the room. It didn't appear that anyone was watching the movie.

Bev stared in shock at the movie on the screen for a moment when we first entered. She had glanced at the men in the room and then looked away quickly. I'm not even certain if she realized that they were playing with themselves. Now she stood in front of me with her head down submissively. She was terrified. And she was extremely excited.

I was just excited. But then, I wasn't about to get fucked by a group of strange men. She had more to worry about than I did. I think she was starting to realize it, too.

I heard her moan when I started to open my pants. By the time I freed my cock and sat down nearly everyone who had been watching us out front had now taken seats nearby. They were all watching to see what I was going to do.

I ordered Bev to remain standing in front of me, bend down, and suck my cock while I pretended to enjoy the awful movie they were showing. She obeyed without protest. But when I rested my hand on her shoulder I could almost feel the fear coursing through her body.

It took her a minute or two to devote her full attention to sucking my cock. She couldn't help but be painfully aware of the view the men who were watching had of her exposed sex from behind.

I watched her and I watched the men sitting around watching us. I'm sure that they were all thinking that this was too good to be true. The movie didn't interest me. In fact it was irritating. So I ignored it. It no longer seemed to interest anyone else either. Not when there was a real live naked woman sucking a cock in the room.

The black man who put the nipple clamp on her tit with so much feeling a few minutes earlier was sitting nearby. I got his attention and with a wave of my hand offered her hindquarters to him.

I imagine that this was not the first time someone brought a woman in here to get fucked and these men were probably hoping that was what this was about. He was ready when he got the signal from me. He didn't waste any time. He jumped up and quickly moved behind her. She jumped when his hands began to explore her ass. Her head came up out of my lap and whipped around to see who was molesting her.

She saw that large black man smiling down at her, groaned in a strange mixture of horror and lust, and returned her mouth to my cock without ever looking up at me.

She reacted to something he did every now and then. But for the most part she seemed to be trying to pretend this was all a dream. That changed when he pulled his cock out and began sliding it between her thighs.

As soon as she felt his cock between her legs she stopped sucking and her eyes got huge. And when he lined it up and entered her in one violent stroke her head came back up and she attempted to stifle the cry of pure lust that escaped her lips.

She was getting fucked by a black man she had never met in the back of a dirty bookstore in the Deep South with an audience consisting mostly of more than a dozen horny white men watching every stroke. There were also two other black men in the room. They were enjoying the show, too.

This wasn't exactly her fantasy. But it contained some of the most exciting elements of her submissive fantasies.

It took her a moment to adjust to the violent fuck from behind before she could concentrate on sucking my cock again. But I didn't mind. I enjoyed watching her reactions as they played across her face.

I finally pulled her head back down and she began to suck my cock like a vacuum cleaner. I was afraid she was going to suck so hard she'd suck my nuts out through my cock.

I might have lasted a couple more minutes. I couldn't really say how long it was before I felt the explosion coming. I tensed up and when she sensed my approaching orgasm she redoubled her efforts. I rewarded her with a large mouthful of hot cum which she savored for a long time before she finally swallowed.

She came when I did. I guess it was just too much stimulation. She couldn't wait for the black man raping her from behind. But I already knew what it felt like when she came and her pussy clamped down on your cock.

It apparently felt as good to the black guy as it did to me last night. He cried out and fucked her with a couple of last, extremely violent strokes before he shivered and sprayed the hot interior of her pussy with cum.

It took him a moment to get his heart started again before he could move. He finally pulled his cock out of her slowly and stood behind her for a moment, his eyes were half closed and he was still shuddering.

I tapped her on the head. She looked up to see what I wanted. I nodded at the man who had just fucked her and she knew instantly what I was telling her to do. She turned around and took his slowly shrinking cock into her mouth and cleaned it.

It wasn't until she was finished and he stepped back to put his pants on that I saw for the first time how well hung he was. No wonder she jumped when he shoved that thing inside of her! It was soft now. But it was at least eight or nine inches long and nearly as big around as her wrist!

The look on her eyes when she turned back around said it all. She was very impressed. I thought for a minute she was going to smile. But I wiped the smile off of her face before it could form. I looked around at all the exposed cocks and all the horny men and just loud enough to be heard above the soundtrack of the movie I announced, "My slut is available if anyone wants to use her."

She gasped in shock. I think she may have assumed that she was finished, that she could get her clothes and we would get out of here. She wasn't expecting to have to service every man in the room.

The two men sitting on the nearest sofa jumped up and guided her to one of the sofas in the middle of the room so that everyone would have a good view. They put her up on the seat on her knees and leaned her over the back of the sofa. One of them went around and guided his hard cock to her mouth. As soon as she started sucking his cock the other man moved into position behind her.

I didn't keep track. But I'm pretty certain that every man in there used her at one end or the other. I know that several of them used her more than once. The black guy that had been the first to fuck her got a blowjob when the line went down.

I didn't count her orgasms either. But there were a lot of them. She was exhausted by the time they finished with her. But she wasn't too tired to go down on that big black cock for a second time and I saw her cum as that huge organ entered her mouth. She wasn't able to get it down her throat. But she sure as hell tried.

A few more men wandered in while the gangbang was in progress and they joined in eagerly. Altogether she fucked and sucked seventeen men that morning and early afternoon. It lasted for almost four hours. The clerk came in to watch for a few minutes about halfway through and he managed to cut in line for a quick fuck.

I finally called a halt to the gangbang when they started lining up for thirds. It was starting to get boring. You know it's time to end a gangbang when it gets boring.

She was an awful mess. Her hair was messed up from all the men holding her head and fucking her face. She had streams of cum on the insides of her thighs all the way down to her knees. There were pools of it on the seat cushion when I helped her to her feet.

I led her out into the store and past some very shocked customers browsing through movies and magazines to the unisex bathroom.

I pushed her into the bathroom but left the door open. A couple of the nearby customers stopped browsing through the porn and came over to watch as she was inside trying to clean up.

The black man who had enjoyed her so much came up to me and shook my hand. He told me that he didn't understand why anyone would do what I just did. But she was one hot piece of ass and he sure hoped that I'd bring her back.

It had been interesting. But I had too many other plans and only a week to get everything done. So it was unlikely that I'd be coming back. I just smiled at him and told him that she wasn't in town for long and we probably wouldn't be coming back.

He smiled, shrugged and turned to leave. Before he took more than a couple of steps I remembered the size of his cock and had second thoughts. I called him back and said, "You might find this offensive. But a good friend of mine is setting up an all black gang rape for her in a couple of days. I don't know how many guys he's lining up. But if you're interested I doubt if he'd mind having you there. You are black, right?"

He laughed and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He handed me his card and said, "Call me."

I looked at his card after he left. Bev had just been fucked by a lawyer! How perfectly normal was that!

Bev finally came out of the restroom. She still looked like she had just been through a gangbang. But she didn't look upset about it, just tired.

We crossed the room, once more attracting a lot of attention. But this time she hardly seemed to notice. The clerk placed our bags on the counter. I looked through them and pulled out the remote controlled egg. I asked the clerk if he had batteries and he was nice enough to throw them in for free.

I put the batteries in and worked the remote to see how the various speeds translated to the vibrations in the egg. Then I slid it through her slit a couple of times before inserting it into her still very wet pussy with ease. I watched her face as I turned it on and played with settings for a minute.

It was pretty amusing. In her emails she scoffed when I ordered her to buy a couple of vibrators. She seemed to be having an epiphany as the vibrations instantly got her full attention.

I turned it down to the lowest setting. I reached in and handed her one of the tiny skirts we just bought. She put it on, but her legs seemed a little shaky as she did. She had to keep reaching out a hand and gripping the counter to support herself.

While she finished getting into her skirt I dug out the crop top that said "Wanna get lucky?" across her tits. She put that on. It took us a moment to find her shoes. They were under all of the leather restraints.

I would have left her barefoot but we were going to stop somewhere for lunch and places that serve food have a problem with bare feet for some reason. I'm not sure why. I don't know anyone that eats with their feet. But her outfit was objectionable enough without flaunting any rules.

I drove over to the beach. It's only half an hour away using the new connector they recently completed. I left the vibrator off, giving her a chance to get used to it being there and forget about it.

It was a quiet ride. I waited for her to comment on what was happening to her now. I was especially curious about her feelings about what just happened to her in that theater. It was something we discussed in our emails. She told me that she wanted to be treated just exactly the way I was treating her. Now that it was a reality I was interested in how she felt about it.

But she sat back in her seat with her eyes closed and never said a word. I didn't know if she was struggling to calm down or if she was savoring the memories. I wondered if she was thinking about some of the other things we discussed. If she was, I wondered if she was looking forward to them or dreading them.

I parked near a restaurant with a deck that looked out over the ocean. I waited for her to get out and locked the car. I took her arm and as I led her away I quietly said, "That was just an appetizer. It's all going to happen this week. All of it."

She didn't say a word. She didn't even seem to have heard me.

I led her to the stairs that led up to the restaurant. Two young men were about to go up before us. But one of them spotted us and when they saw the skirt Bev was wearing they stepped back to allow us to go ahead of them. We went up the stairs, Bev first, then me, then the two young men. I was careful to walk to one side so that I didn't impede their view. They could see most of her ass all the way up the stairs.

I could see the blood suffusing her cheeks and her neck and I knew that she was very aware of the two men staring at her ass all the way up the long staircase on the side of the building.

It was a beautiful Monday afternoon. So the place was pretty crowded. There was a mix of tourists and high school kids sitting around having a late lunch or just getting something to drink.

The hostess blushed when she looked at Bev. But she didn't say a word. She asked us how many for lunch and told us there would be a ten minute wait. We stood there with the eyes of about half the customers staring openly at Bev.

One of the young guys that followed us up the stairs struck up a conversation with me. He didn't look at me. He stared at Bev the entire time. But we talked about not much of anything for a couple of minutes before he mentioned how much he liked the way Bev was dressed.

I smiled and said, "We just finished shopping for those at that adult bookstore off of Dorchester Road."

We were interrupted by the hostess. She had a table for us. She informed the two men that there would be about a fifteen minute wait. I've always wondered how they arrive at those numbers. I asked the guy I was talking to if he'd like to join us and he eagerly accepted.

The four of us were shown to a table in the corner. I sat Bev in a chair and looked down. Her entire pubic mound was on display. She tried to tug her skirt down but it was hopeless. Finally she gave up and sat with her hands in her lap and that bright red blush on her face.

I sat across the small table from her so that our two new friends would end up sitting on either side of her. The hostess handed us our menus and informed us that our waiter would be John and that he would be right with us.

I thanked her and watched her walk away, obviously glad to be away from Bev. I introduced myself and Bev to the young men and they returned the favor. Chuck, the one that was doing all of the talking, and Todd were only in town for the day. They drove down to check out the beach and relax.

I noticed Bev, staring down at her menu on the table and trying to be invisible. I didn't bring her all the way up here to go unnoticed. I said, "Bev, pick up your menu in both hands and look at it. Tell me what you want for lunch."

She cleared her throat and quietly said, "I'm not hungry."

"You have to keep up your strength. Now don't argue unless you want a spanking right here in a crowded restaurant. Do as you're told."

She sighed and picked up her menu. Both men spotted her exposed vulva at the same time. Todd, the quiet one, whispered, "Oh my god!"

I sat back and watched both young men ogle Bev's exposed pussy. Then, just to make things interesting, I put the remote control for her vibrating egg on the table and turned it on about half way before turning it down to low.

Bev jumped almost out of her seat and cried out, attracting even more attention from the other diners seated around us.

She startled Chuck and Todd and they both looked up to see what was wrong. I laughed quietly and held up the remote control. I said, "It's nothing to be alarmed about. I just turned on the vibrating egg that I put in her pussy earlier. It must have startled her."

Before anyone could think of anything to say, John showed up to take our orders. He started with Bev. He didn't notice how exposed she was at first. But after he wrote down her order he started to turn to Chuck and that was when he spotted Bev's naked pussy.

He stood there for several long moments, struck mute by the display of intimate female flesh. Keep in mind that we were at the beach where female flesh is not an uncommon sight. But even so, exposed pussies must be pretty rare.

I watched in amusement as he took our orders without ever looking up from her pussy. If any of us got what we actually ordered I would be very surprised.

After John left, Chuck asked, "How do you get a beautiful woman to dress like that ... or walk around with a vibrator inside of her?!"

"She offered to be my slave. I accepted."

That sounded pretty matter of fact. It left out a lot of the nuances of our relationship. But that was what it boiled down to.

He was looking back and forth between her pussy, the remote control and my face. The proof that she was doing my bidding was right in front of him. But he obviously didn't understand. I could have tried to explain. But it was something you either understood or you didn't. And it really didn't matter if he understood.

I slid the remote control a little closer to him and said, "Here, would you like to play with this?"

I thought back to Bev's disparaging remarks about vibrators in our emails. It was obvious from her body language and the expression on her face as Chuck began to toy with the remote that she had developed a new attitude about these little toys.

Chuck and Todd sat back in their chairs and took turns playing with the remote. I think that what turned her on so much was a lot more than just the vibrations from the egg. It was the fact that two complete strangers were controlling the vibrations deep inside of her pussy. Add to that the idea that it was happening in public. What was happening in the most intimate part of her body was totally out of her control, and people all around were watching and wondering what was wrong with her as she experienced several orgasms.

She didn't suddenly start crying out, "YES! YES! YES!" as she experienced those orgasms. It looked more like she was having mild convulsions. She couldn't sit still and she gasped or made a noise that sounded like she was crying quietly. But it was obvious, at least to us, that she was cumming over and over again.

They kept it up while the astonished and very turned on young waiter served our lunch. Finally I took the controller back so she could eat. I left it on low and put it down to concentrate on my own lunch.

After we ate and I paid for our lunch we went to a bar a few buildings down the street from the restaurant. It's the kind of place you can only find at the beach. The place was wide open. By that I mean that when they were open for business you could you could stand on the sidewalk and see completely through it to the beach on the other side. There were no windows. They just opened the shutters and it was almost like you were on the beach.

We went in and I sat on a stool by one of the half dozen pool tables while Chuck and Todd taught Bev how to play pool. Well, she already knew how to play. They were just trying to improve her game.

I was surprised at how much touching that required. Their hands were all over her, even up under her top.

Bev tried to act like she hated it. She was certainly embarrassed. But it was obvious to me that she loved what they were doing and she loved that it was being done to her in public with a growing audience.

It didn't take long for us to draw a crowd. The guys noticed right away that when she bent over to line up a shot she was as good as naked from the waist down.

The bartenders noticed, too. One of them came over to see what was going on. He seemed a little nervous.

I asked him if he would feel better about it if she took him into the storeroom and sucked him off. Suddenly he didn't look so nervous. He nodded towards the other bartender and asked, "Him, too?"

I nodded but added, "Them, too," indicating Chuck and Todd.

He smiled and exclaimed, "I don't mind if she doesn't!"

I didn't bother to explain that it didn't matter if she minded or not.

I called Bev over and ordered her to go with the bartender. I told our two companions that if they would like a blowjob they should go, too. The four of them walked away. The bartender was guiding Bev with a hand on the cheek of her ass.

The rest of the customers watched them walk away, obviously very sad to see her go. I sipped my beer and watched a couple playing pool on a nearby table. The girl was wearing a pair of shorts and a bikini top and she looked pretty hot. I had been watching her while our two companions were making believe they were teaching Bev to play pool. The young woman tried to look like she disapproved. But I don't think she did, really.

I know that she overheard my conversation with the bartender and she knew where Bev was now and what she was doing to those four men in the storeroom. I heard her boyfriend ask her if she wanted to leave a couple of times but she shook her head.

She kept glancing at me while her male friend was shooting. After a couple of minutes I offered, "If you want to go back there and watch you can."

She knew she was supposed to say no. She may have wanted to do the right thing at some level. But it was clear that she was excited and curious. I picked up my beer, took her arm and led her across the room to the storeroom door. Her boyfriend watched us walk away for a moment and then hurried to catch up.

We went into the storeroom to find Bev, on her knees, naked, still sucking on the bartender's cock. Everyone looked up when we came in. They looked at the girl I brought with me curiously.

I smiled and said, "Never mind her. She's not her to play. She just wants to watch."

After that they ignored us. I asked the girl if she wanted to have some fun. She looked at me warily. I pulled the remote out of my pocket and said, "This controls the vibrating egg in her pussy. Would you like to play with it?"

She couldn't stop the grin that covered her face. She took it from me and examined it briefly before she began to play with the speed control.

I would have thought that Bev would be getting used to it by now. But the effects were obvious as the girl turned it up and down rapidly, as if she was simulating a sex act. Bev, who was already providing the bartender with a pretty good blowjob, began to devour his cock.

She started taking his cock down her throat and the guy was pretty well hung. He didn't last very long after that. For the last thirty seconds he grabbed her head and fucked her mouth pretty violently. But she didn't seem to mind. One of her hands began to squeeze her tits, moving back and forth between them. Her other hand moved down to press against her pussy and she ended up cumming just before the bartender did.

The girl turned the vibrator off while the bartender stepped away from Bev and put his cock away. While he was doing that, Bev looked over at me with a strange combination of humiliation and lust written all over her face. She hated/loved this just like she knew she would.

While the second bartender was getting into position to get his cock sucked the girl asked, "Is that your wife?"

I guess she noticed that Bev was wearing an obviously very expensive engagement ring and wedding band. I shook my head and said, "No. She's just a friend from out of town with some kinky fantasies."

The girl exclaimed quietly under her breath, "Cool!"

I looked at her more closely and decided that she might be younger than I first thought. But she was old enough.

She stared as Bev began going down on the second bartender. But as she watched she asked, "Would it be okay if she sucked my brother's cock, too?"

So her companion was her brother, not her boyfriend!

I looked over at him. It was kind of hard to tell what he was thinking. He looked almost as embarrassed as Bev. But he was probably about seventeen or eighteen and he had a hard on. He wasn't going to say no if his older sister could work this out for him.

What the hell! It was no extra effort for me. I smiled and said, "Sure. I'm sure she wouldn't mind. And it really doesn't matter if she does."

The girl turned to her brother and said, "Go ahead, Bryan. Go over there and wait your turn."

Then she started playing with the remote control again.

The second bartender came quickly and stood back. He put his cock away. But he didn't leave. He watched as Chuck, Todd and then Bryan each got sucked off by my little slut.

Bev wasn't left out of the fun though. Between the excitement of what I was making her do, the vibrator in her pussy, and the way the guys took turns groping her when she was sucking someone else, she must have experienced a dozen orgasms before it was all over.

I was pretty horny myself after watching all that. But I wanted to wait until we got home and we could try out another of my little homemade bondage devices.

When they were all through with her, Chuck and Todd helped her up and we all watched her get dressed. I took the remote back from the young woman who had been having so much fun contributing to Bev's pleasure. I said goodbye to everyone and ordered Bev to thank them for letting her suck their cocks.

Her voice sounded strained from taking all those cocks down her throat. But she quietly said, "Thank you for letting me suck your cocks."

It didn't sound like she meant it. But even though her throat was sore at the moment, I think she loved what she just did. She just couldn't let anyone know it. That would ruin the fantasy.

I said, "Come on, cunt. Let's go home."

She has already had a pretty hard day. She has had sex in one form or another with twenty-two different men so far today. She has fucked or sucked off twenty-two complete strangers of all different ages, shapes, sizes and races. Some of them took her two or three times. And the day wasn't over.

We went out to my car but before we got in she blushed and asked, "Do you have something I can sit on?"

I looked down to see that her pussy and her upper thighs were soaked with her juices. I guess there was no hiding how much fun she was having! I held her door open and said, "Take off your clothes and sit on them."

I was aware of a pretty steady stream of people walking behind me on the sidewalk. So was she. But she took off her skirt and laid it over her seat. Then she took off her little crop top and laid it down. She quickly climbed into the seat, but not without anyone noticing. As I walked around to get in the driver's seat I noticed half a dozen people standing on the sidewalk staring at her in shocked disbelief.

I had waited too long to head home. I ended up having to put up with the rush hour traffic, something I normally avoid at all costs. But most of the traffic was going in the opposite direction so although the road was congested and traffic was moving a little slowly it wasn't too bad.

Bev had the opportunity to entertain a few truckers and a pickup truck full of Mexican laborers on the way back across the river. She hardly reacted when she became aware of the truckers looking down into my SUV as we crept along. She was more embarrassed by the half dozen Mexicans in the back of the pickup truck. They made it obvious that they were enjoying the show. They leaned out of the truck when we came up beside them and they noticed her tits. They yelled all kinds of things we didn't understand and did everything they could to draw everyone's attention to her.

I smiled at Bev and said, "Don't you wish you could ride in the back of that truck for a while?"

She shuddered. But I think she really did wish just exactly that. She could probably see herself getting gang raped by a group of sweaty Mexicans while traveling down the road at ten or fifteen miles an hour with everyone on the road watching. That's just the sort of thing that would turn her on.

It was a little after five o'clock as we drove down my street and into my driveway. It was a very nice, very warm evening. I parked in the driveway and despite the fact that the teenage boy next door and three of his friends were sitting on his front steps I ordered Bev out of the car as she was.

She was surprisingly blasé about being observed by four speechless teenage boys. I guess after the day she has had this was almost a nonevent. I waved at the boys as we walked up the sidewalk. Bev fidgeted while I took my time unlocking my front door. Once inside I ordered Bev to take a shower and rejoin me in the living room when she was done.

While she was upstairs I adjusted the padded bench I had lovingly constructed just for her. I raised the head rest so that her head wouldn't hang down over the end and double checked the height. Then I got the blindfold ready and a small bottle of lubricant. I sat down to wait for Bev to return from her shower.

She came down about twenty minutes later looking fresh and clean. Her pussy was still a little pink. I had forgotten all about the egg. I ordered her to remove it. She squatted down and grabbed the wire that served as both the antenna and the retrieval device. She pulled it out slowly. I was amused that even after all she has been through today doing that in front of me made her blush.

I ordered her onto the bench and strapped her down. I had provided straps for her waist, her wrists and her ankles. There were adjustable leg supports that could be moved out of the way or removed entirely if they got in the way. They were in place for now.

I put the blindfold over her eyes. As soon as she was helpless I began to undress. I became aware as I undressed that I needed to take a piss before I fucked her. But there was no need to go to the bathroom.

I lowered the padded support for her head and worked my semi erect cock into her throat. It took me a moment to get the stream flowing. It's difficult to piss when you have a hard on. But I felt the stream start up slowly and then build quickly until a strong stream was spraying straight down her throat.

As I pissed down her throat she moaned. But I wasn't sure what that was to indicate. She could be excited because this was just the sort of nasty thing she fantasized about. I went with that assumption.

After I finished relieving the pressure on my bladder I pulled back and let her suck on my cock until it was erect once again. I raised the support for her head and made her comfortable. Then I went around and began to slowly fuck her much used pussy. It was hot and wet and surprisingly tight considering all the action it has seen today.

She moaned as I entered her and nearly purred as I slowly fucked her until she was right on the verge of orgasm. But this was just foreplay. She cried out in frustration when I pulled my cock out of her clasping pussy.

I quickly freed her legs and removed the leg rests. I raised her legs up until her knees were pressed again her chest. Then I wrapped another, longer, thick leather strap around her, holding her legs in place.

As soon as she was secure I began to apply the lubricant to her little virgin asshole. When she realized what I was going to do she tensed up. She was nervous. But I knew that this was one of the things she wanted to experience.

I worked a lubricated finger into her asshole and finger fucked her for a minute or two. Then I repeated the process with two fingers. I was using a special lubricant that heated up when it was exposed to the air. I was working three fingers into her when the doorbell rang.

Chapter 4

She groaned in frustration at the interruption. She was actually enjoying it!

I wouldn't normally yell through a closed door. It's extremely rude. But I knew who it was. I was expecting him. And Odie isn't big on formalities.

I continued to prepare Bev's ass and yelled, "Come on in!"

Odie and a mutual friend, Arnie, came in and stood just inside the living room door. They watched me finger fucking Bev's luscious ass for a minute or two longer before Arnie said, "I don't fucking believe it! I figured you had some skank in here. That bitch is hot!"

I laughed and said, "Yeah. She's hot. But she's still got a lot of skank in her. Come on in. Beer's in the fridge. This won't take long. She's never had it up the ass before and the bitch is tight.

"Her cunt's tight, too, in case you were wondering. You can do anything you want to her when I'm finished. But I just pissed down her throat so you might not want to kiss the bitch."

"No shit?!"

"Hell yeah! The bitch drinks piss like water. I pissed in a baby bottle last night and she sucked it all right down. I haven't found anything that this cunt won't do."

I shared all that just to humiliate her further. I knew how much being humiliated turned her on.

I turned my attention to working the head of my cock into her tight ass. I took it slow but not too slow. It needed to be a little rough for her sake. She cried out when the head of my cock popped through her sphincter. She moaned in pain for the first minute or two. But then I took pity on her. I reached between her thighs and started rubbing her clit while I fucked her.

She started to relax and before very long she actually began to enjoy it. I don't think it was the fuck she enjoyed as much as the humiliating circumstances. I was fucking her virgin ass while two men watched and waited their turns. That was what really excited her. The fact that she was strapped down and helpless was just a bonus.

Odie went to the kitchen and came back with a couple of beers. Arnie came closer and stared down at my beautiful young victim. He started to reach out and grab one of her tits. He looked at me to make sure he wasn't intruding. I smiled and nodded, still slowly plunging my cock into her ass and tickling her clit.

When Arnie's hand clamped down on her tit she tensed up and came. I just kept stroking.

When Odie returned from the kitchen I told them about Bev's busy day. I told them all about her morning and early afternoon at the bookstore and the theater in the back. I told them about the two men we had lunch with and how much fun they had with the vibrating egg in her exposed pussy.

I told them about the five blowjobs in the back of the bar while a young woman played with her remote control. That was as long as I could hold back. I felt my orgasm building and I couldn't hold off any longer.

By the time my orgasm had passed my two friends were naked. I pulled my pants on and sat down to watch. Arnie figured out how to lower the headrest. He put it down and began to fuck Bev's mouth with his surprisingly long cock. He was nearly as well hung as that black guy at the bookstore.

But with all the activity in her throat today she seemed to adjust quickly and he was soon fucking her throat easily.

Odie watched for a moment before moving into the position I just vacated. He stared down at her pussy for a moment before saying, "I've been thinking about fucking this bitch's cunt since I saw it last night. Look at that thing! Not a hair on it! I ain't no child molester. But I'm looking forward to fucking this little girl."

Most of this was unscripted of course. But I had arranged with Odie to say a couple of things this evening to start setting the scene for what I had planned for her tomorrow. After he rammed his hard cock into her pussy he sighed and said, "Damn! That's some fine pussy, dude! I hope they're paying you a bunch. I don't know if I could bring myself to sell the bitch myself."

I knew it was coming and I was watching her to see how she'd react. She tensed up as soon as the words left his mouth. But what I first thought was fear turned out to be something very different. She had an orgasm!

I'm sure that she was scared. She didn't know what Odie was talking about. But she didn't like the sound of it. She didn't want to be sold. She wanted to experience some of her fantasies and then go back to her life with her husband with a lot of erotic memories.

I wasn't actually going to sell her, of course. But she was going to be made to think she had been sold. All of a sudden she didn't feel so safe. That was my intention. A part of what made her fantasies so exciting for her was the concept of her life being out of her control and the danger to which she would be exposed.

She was experiencing some of the things that she fantasized about but she felt safe with me. She knew, or thought she knew that I would protect her. That safety net was just jerked out from under her.

Arnie came first. He filled her mouth with cum and came over to join me and enjoy his beer. I pointed out a couple of towels on the end table and he didn't bother to get dressed. He wasn't done with her yet. He spread a towel out and sat down to watch.

We watched Odie cum in her pussy and then go around so that she could suck his nasty cock clean. He came over and joined us, picking up a towel and sitting in a chair to discuss with us all of Bev's excellent properties as a piece of ass.

I got up and went over to Bev. I leaned down and said, "We aren't through with you. Do you want your headrest up for a while?"

She didn't answer my question. Instead she whispered, "What did he mean?"

I didn't respond to her question except to say, "He wasn't supposed to say that."

I left her the way she was and returned to my seat. I didn't sit down. I took a big swallow of my beer. Then I went around behind the couch and picked up a switch.

I had several items back there to play with throughout the week. I had a leather riding crop, a sturdy leather strap, a paddle and the switch. It was a smooth willow branch I prepared just for her. It was about three feet long and very thin. I suspect that it was going to hurt like hell. But I would be careful not to damage her soft skin.

I went back over to her and before she knew what was happening I drew my arm back and snapped the switch down across her breasts. I'm sure it hurt like hell. But she was so shocked that she couldn't even scream at first. She drew a deep breath and her mouth opened wide. But no sound came out. It was like she was screaming silently.

The switch left a long red stripe across both breasts just below her nipples. I reached down to trace the line. She jumped when my finger tip touched her. But when she realized it was just my finger she relaxed ... until Odie said, "Don't cut her, man. If she's all fucked up when they come for her they'll be pissed. Those guys don't fuck around. They ain't gonna want their pussy all marked up."

She groaned in fear.

I responded, "Don't worry. I'm not going to cut her. Just give her a taste of the pain she'll be experiencing. She needs to get used to it."

"Chris?"

She was really scared now.

I quietly said, "You're going to live out all of your fantasies, Bev. I'm making your dreams come true. And I'm going to make a hell of a profit out of it. This is going to work out great for both of us."

"Chris! Please. Don't do this. I can give you money. Don't sell me, Chris. I've done everything for you. I'll do anything you want me to do. Don't do this."

By the time she finished pleading she was crying pretty hard. I don't think she even heard me raise the switch and bring it back down across her nipples. But we heard her scream that time!

I was more than a little disturbed by my own reactions. I write stories in which a lot of bad things happen to a lot of nice women. But I'm not a Sadist. I have never enjoyed hurting a woman. But looking at the terror on that part of her face that wasn't covered by the blindfold and those stripes on her tits was giving me a hard on! I was doing these things because they were her fantasies, not mine. It kind of bothers me that they are turning me on.

I'm not actually going to sell her, of course. She is going to have a long, hard day tomorrow. She is going to be scared shitless. She is going to explore some of her darkest fantasies. I arranged with a friend of mine to come to my house tomorrow and examine her, hand me an envelope she will be made to believe is full of money, and then take her away.

My friend, Curtis, is a very large black man. He's a nice guy, for a slum lord. He owns a dozen or more small, rundown houses in the worst part of town. He rents them out for far more than they are worth to the people who can least afford to pay.

He's going to take her to one of his houses for a little party. To make it interesting he has arranged with about two dozen of his black friends to come over. They are going to spend the day raping, but not harming her. I shared some of Bev's perverted fantasies with him and he is going to make them come true for her, including the grand finale when she is going to service a couple of big dogs.

I won't be able to join in the fun and games. I want Bev to think I'm out of the picture. But I'm going along to watch through a patio door and make sure things don't go too far ... if there is a 'too far' for her. I'm not sure she has one.

For the next hour and a half we sat around, drank beer and made up stories about what a bad ass Curtis is. There were suggestions that Bev would be making dirty movies until she was worn out and then sold to a donkey show in Mexico.

Whenever one of us had to take a leak we did it in her mouth. When one of us got an erection we used which ever orifice appealed to us. Odie wasn't into anal sex. But Arnie has always wondered what all the fuss was about and he had to try it.

I kept a close eye on him because his cock is so large. But he took it easy on her at first and she didn't have too much trouble with his large cock.

I figured it would be better to break her in tonight than have her go to that gangbang tomorrow with a virgin ass. I don't think all those well hung black guys are going to be as easy on her as we were.

The guys left at a little after eight. Before they left I freed Bev's right wrist and ordered her to scoop up and eat the cum that was leaking out of her pussy and her ass.

She obeyed immediately. We stood around her watching. Odie looked a little green around the gills. But Arnie thought it was hot. He finally exclaimed, "Shit! I'm getting another hard on!"

Then he laughed and said, "Lucky for your bitch I don't think there's another drop of cum left in my balls."

I saw them out and then came back to stand beside Bev. She was crying quietly. When she became aware that I was standing beside her she began to plead with me again. She promised me anything if I would just not sell her.

I ignored her pleas and asked her if she wanted a drink.

She nodded her head and said, "Please."

I finished releasing her from the bench and helped her up. I ordered her to leave the blindfold on. I guided her to the towel that Odie had been sitting on and went to get her a beer.

She gulped it down and I let her have another.

She didn't say a word until she finished her second beer. I led her to the bathroom and let her use the toilet. As I stood there waiting for her to finish she pleaded with me not to sell her. She was terrified.

To be honest, I was very tempted to tell her it was just a set up. I was starting to feel more guilty by the moment. But I had put too much careful planning into this and I was curious to see how she would react when she thought her most awful fantasies were coming true.

After she finished on the toilet I led her back out to the living room. I backed her up to the cross against the far wall and strapped her down. I stepped back to enjoy my handiwork for a moment. I thought she would make a very nice permanent wall decoration.

I left her like that and made myself comfortable. I turned my chair slightly so that I could keep an eye on her. Then I turned on the television and watched the race that I recorded yesterday while I went down to pick her up and bring her to my home.

I watched half the race. When my driver got taken out for failing to yield to a wreck in front of him I lost interest. The way things were going Johnson was going to win again. I've seen that happen too many times already. So I got up and went over to Bev on the cross.

This was not a cross like the Romans used. It didn't resemble that instrument of torture that good Christians were so fond of wearing around their necks. My cross was in the shape of a giant X. It was attached to the wall in such a way that I could slide the legs out and she wouldn't be quite vertical. She could recline slightly and there was a wooden head support so that when it was adjusted out from the vertical her head wouldn't just loll back. It wouldn't be comfortable. But at least she wouldn't have to stand up all night.

I made the necessary adjustment, ran my finger across the quickly fading stripes on her tits. I wasn't quite finished with her. I opened up the self heating massage oil I bought at the bookstore and began spreading it all over the front of her body in a thick coat.

She thought nothing of it at first. It took a moment for the heating effect to kick in. When it started warming up she began to squirm around. She moaned and asked, "What is that?!"

I kissed her lightly on the lips and left her to wonder. I went upstairs and went to bed. I hope she gets some sleep. She's going to need her rest when tomorrow comes.

I took a quick shower and went to bed. But I lay awake for a long time that night. I wondered if I was taking things too far. I worried about her on that cross. I wondered if she would still talk to me when this was all over and I let her go.

I woke up the next morning and went down to check on Beverly. When she heard me enter the room she cried out, "Please hurry! I have to pee so bad!"

I smiled, wondering how long she had been listening for me to come down. I let her down from the cross and removed the blindfold. She started to run for the downstairs bathroom but I said, "Go upstairs. And take a shower! You look like shit!"

She changed course and rushed for the stairs. I went in and made coffee and English muffins.

She looked much better when she came back down. In response to my question she said that she slept a little off and on, but not much.

I went upstairs and got dressed. I came back down with the bag of leather restraints I bought yesterday morning. We sat and drank coffee and ate the muffins in silence. But I could almost taste her fear. She was trying to think of what to say, trying to think of some way to reason with me. Once again I was almost tempted to let her know it was just a game I was playing. But I couldn't quite bring myself to do it.

I let her go to the bathroom again and brush her teeth. Then I put the heavy leather cuffs on her wrists. I attached a short chain between them, restraining her arms behind her back. Then I led her to the rope on the pulley hanging down from the ceiling. I pulled the rope down and wove it into her long blonde hair, using a couple of Velcro straps to hold it in place. Then I took up the slack in the chain until she could just barely stand flat footed.

I went to the kitchen for a last cup of coffee. Curtis arrived just about the time I finished my coffee. I let him and his two, large black friends in. They leered at Bev and walked over to examine her more closely.

Curtis ran his hands over her body and said, "It's going to be a pleasure breaking this bitch in."

Then he asked, "Where's the Merc?"

I nodded towards the garage door and one of his companions went into the garage to look at her expensive Mercedes.

Bev was taking this all in with a face as white as a sheet.

The guy came back out of the garage and nodded at Curtis. He smiled and said, "Okay. That's ten thousand for the bitch and five thousand for the car."

He handed me an envelope that appeared to be stuffed with cash. While Curtis's friends took her down from the rope- he was examining the fuck bench I made for her. He said, "Hey man. I could use this. How about throwing it in? I paid enough for the bitch you oughta be able to toss in a homemade bench."

I shrugged and said, "What the hell. I don't need it anymore."

One of Curtis's friends grabbed the bench and the other one started dragging Bev towards the door. I asked, "Hey! You guys want her clothes?"

"Naw, she won't need clothes no more."

Bev started struggling with the guy holding her. Curtis grabbed her other arm and they lifted her right up off the floor. She began screaming, "Chris! Chris, please! Don't do this! Chris, I'll do anything you want. You can do anything, Chris!"

My conscience was killing me. I was that close to calling it off. But I couldn't quite bring myself to do it. I might regret this. But it was her fantasy. I could only hope that when this day was over and she realized that it was just a play put on to let her live out her darkest fantasy she wouldn't hate me.

Curtis turned around at the door and said, "I'll send a guy over for the car tomorrow. You find any more hot little cunts like this one you give me a call. I'm gonna make some money on this bitch."

She had stopped begging me. And she stopped struggling. She went limp and cried quietly as the two big black men carried her out with her feet about a foot off the floor.

I watched through the window as they put the bench and then Bev in the back of a cargo van and drove slowly away. I rushed out just as Odie pulled up into my driveway. I jumped in his car and we followed them through town to the place where people went to live when they were just one paycheck away from being homeless.

We waited until they parked in front of a rundown house half way down the street. They got out and one of them led an unresisting Beverly in through the side gate while another brought the bench from my living room.

As soon as they were out of sight we parked in front of the house and went in through the front door. Odie brought a cooler of beer and a couple of lawn chairs. I helped him carry our stuff inside.

We went into the kitchen and set up in front of the sliding glass patio door. It had a dingy privacy film over the glass. If Beverly looked in our direction she wouldn't be able to see us. The door was open a couple of inches so we could hear clearly.

We watched them strapping Bev down to the bench. There were two other black men already back there. They were both carrying professional movie cameras. They were already recording as Curtis's friends secured Bev and then began to explore her perfect body.

She didn't say a word at first. She was obviously terrified. She just lay there crying quietly while the men felt her up for a few minutes and then started to undress.

One of the men got into position and slammed his cock into her pussy. Her body stiffened up and she cried out. It took a few more strokes for her to adjust but then she relaxed and let it happen. While he was fucking her, raping her, more men started to drift in through the side gate a few at a time.

I saw Bev's face when she noticed that more men were arriving. She recognized that more large, black men were arriving every couple of minutes. But she just stared at the sky and cried quietly until Curtis came over and smiled down at her. He began to roughly squeeze and pull on her tits while his friend raped her.

It was a minute or more before she asked him, "What's going to happen to me?"

"Nothing much today. We're just going to have a little party and break you in. You're going to be doing a lot of fucking from now on and you need to get used to it. And I'm going to make a couple of movies. White boys like to see pretty little white girls getting gang raped by a bunch of big black cocks. It turns them on.

"A little later we have another surprise in store for you. After that, I got some businessmen I work with that run a string of whorehouses in all the major cities east of the Mississippi. You'll be put to work doing what a bitch like you does best, fucking and sucking. They'll make you star in more movies. There's lots of money in them fuck movies.

"When they can't sell your ass to enough men to pay to keep you around anymore they'll take your ass down to Mexico. You'll probably end up fucking donkeys to amuse the tourists and fucking Mexican farmers for a couple of pesos a pop. They don't have as much overhead down there. Most of you classy bitches don't last that long. Five years from now, if you last that long, you'll just disappear."

Odie turned to me and said, "You are one cold son of a bitch. I'm not sure I like you anymore."

"I'm not that cold, Odie. This is not fun for me. This is her fantasy not mine. This is what she wanted. This is what she told me turns her on."

I said it wasn't fun for me. I did feel very sorry for her. But for some reason I had a hard on!

I could feel Odie staring at me, trying to make up his mind. And my conscience was still nagging the hell out of me. I had to keep reminding myself that she wanted to live the fantasy. It would be over some time and she would have the memories and a set of DVDs to remind her that she lived through her fantasy.

By the time Curtis finished laying out her bleak future for her Bev was surrounded by a dozen large, very well hung black men. One of them lowered the headrest on the bench and they started fucking her from both ends.

Men continued to arrive until there were two dozen of them lined up to rape Bev or sitting around drinking and waiting for the line to go down. I'm reasonably certain that I knew when she got fucked in the ass for the first time today. She screamed so loud that even with a foot of cock in her mouth and throat we heard her in the kitchen.

The rapes started sometime between ten and eleven in the morning. I wasn't paying that much attention to the time. She started begging them to stop around one that afternoon. But her mouth was quickly put back to work and after that she just lay there and let them do whatever they wanted. Not that she had much choice. By the time she had worn out all those men and no one could stand to touch her anymore it was almost five.

When they finished using her, when she had drained all of those large black cocks and none of them could get it up anymore, two men lifted her and the bench a couple of feet off the ground. Several others quickly adjusted the legs, shortening the bench to its lowest setting.

They put her back down. Now she was just about at knee level. The men stood back and the cameramen came closer. One of the men went into the garage and came back out with a large, vicious looking Rottweiler. I swear. I had no idea that a Rottweiler could grow that big! It was damn near as big as a pony! Its shoulders looked nearly as wide as mine and I'm not a small guy.

Then they first brought him out the dog looked pretty nervous about being surrounded by all those men. But that ended when he saw, or probably when he smelled Bev. As soon as he smelled all that cum draining out of her and coating her butt and her thighs he started straining at his leash. The guy holding him let him go and he rushed at Bev.

She screamed in terror when she heard the sound of a stampede and looked up to see the dog charging her. The dog ignored her screams and began to lap at her thighs and her red, swollen pussy.

She was a fucking mess. The dog cleaned a lot of that up, though. I'm guessing he has fucked a woman before. He knew what he wanted and it didn't seem to bother him at all that the bitch he was about to fuck was human.

I noticed that his cock was growing rapidly and I was shocked. I've seen plenty of dog cocks before. It isn't like you can miss them. But damn! His cock was almost ten inches long and it looked like it was still growing!

He finally finished up with the foreplay. He lifted his front paws up off the ground, rearing back like a horse. Then he lunged, covering Beverly completely. She screamed again but shut up in a hurry when the dog growled and bared his teeth.

She remained silent then as the dog began stabbing at her pussy with his cock. It took him several attempts but he finally found the right place and drove his cock into her violently.

She stiffened up. Even after getting fucked by all those well hung men that huge dog's cock hurt her. But she bit her lip and remained silent as the dog drove his cock into her several times with more violence than you can even imagine. He stopped slamming into her after that and just sort of rested his weight on her, clamping down on her with his front legs and shivering as he began to pump her full of dog cum.

It seemed to go on and on forever. It went on long past being boring to watch. I started to wonder if he had tied with her. I don't know much about sex between animals and humans. I've read a little but it isn't really something that interests me. I have read that they can't tie with a human. Human pussies aren't built that way. But I couldn't imagine having an orgasm that lasted that long.

The dog's tongue was lolling out as he rested his weight on Bev. It hung down as he lay panting and quivering on top of her and a steady trickle of drool fell in her face. Every once in a while he would seem to notice that she was still under him and lap her face with his fat tongue. Each time she would shudder in revulsion. But except for that she remained quiet and unmoving. She was obviously terrified of that big animal and those sharp teeth.

The dog finally backed away awkwardly. The guy who brought him out grabbed his leash and led him back into the garage.

While he was gone, Curtis went over and bent down to whisper something in Beverly's ear. I started to wonder if she was catatonic until Curtis reached over and pinched her nipple.

She screamed in pain and then yelled, "ALRIGHT! Alright!"

Curtis got to his feet and moved away. The dog handler came out of the garage with another Rottweiler a minute later. This one didn't look quite as old or quite as large. But I still wouldn't want to be out there in the yard with him.

The guy held onto the leash this time and let the dog pull him over to Beverly. He started getting antsy as soon as he smelled her. He pulled at the leash, moving towards her on his hind legs as the handler tried to restrain him.

When he reached the bench the guy gave the dog some slack. He dove for her pussy and began lapping at it furiously while his hindquarters began quivering and thrusting as if his cock was already buried in her pussy.

He cleaned her pussy up pretty well. But before he could mount her the guy pulled the dog away from her pussy and led the beast around to her face. There were streaks of human cum all over her face and in her hair. The dog began to lap at her like an ice cream cone.

Bev was crying loudly now. But apparently Odie and I were the only ones that were concerned.

Curtis snarled something at Bev and a moment later her lips parted and her tongue appeared. She seemed to be faking a French kiss with the dog.

I decided that this had gone on long enough. I got up, put my beer down and started for the door. Odie grabbed my arm and asked, "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"I can't take this anymore. It's time to put a stop to this."

Odie shook his head and said, "Look out there, man. Look at their faces. We know Curtis. He's a nice enough guy. But we don't know him that well. And we don't know any of those other guys. Look at their faces. Even if Curtis agreed that enough was enough ... well, look at their faces. This ain't over until it's over. They ain't gonna let it end until they have seen what they came to see. If you want to go out there you go ahead. But first tell me what hospital you want me to call."

I looked around at the faces of the two dozen large, violent looking black men surrounding Beverly. Their faces all had the same expression on them. A cruel combination of lust and hate and ... and I don't know what else. They looked slightly crazed.

Odie was right. If I went out there now it wouldn't do Beverly any good and I might end up severely dead. That wouldn't do either of us any good.

I sat back down just as the handler was leading the dog up over Bev. She opened her mouth and he walked his cock right into it.

Laughter and cheers went up from the crowd and the guys were all giving each other a high five like they just accomplished something special as she began trying to suck on the mutt's cock.

She didn't have much luck with that at first. He fucked her mouth violently, the same way the first dog had fucked her pussy. After several vicious strokes he came to rest with his cock buried in her throat and his knot growing against her lips. Fortunately, his cock was slightly smaller than the first dog's. I'd guess it was two inches shorter and not quite as big around.

I kept my eyes on her face to make sure she could breath. I guess she could. She didn't turn blue.

The men watched the second dog cumming in her throat for a few minutes. Then they began to look around for their clothes and start to get dressed. After a few minutes the show got boring and they began to say goodbye and leave a few at a time.

By the time the dog finished cumming down her throat there were only six men out there, Curtis and his two friends, the dog handler, and the two cameramen.

That was when we finally made our appearance. Bev didn't even notice. She was staring at the sky, not even crying anymore.

I nodded to the few remaining men and went over to release Bev. She didn't even realize I was there until I asked, "Do you think you can stand?"

Her head snapped around and she cried, "Chris!"

I picked her up and held her. She tried to put her arms around my neck but she couldn't lift them. She had been tied up for almost eight hours now and her arms and legs weren't working quite right.

I said, "It's okay, Bev. It's over now. I'm taking you home and giving you a nice hot bath."

I waited while Odie got the film canisters from the cameramen. When he had them all I picked Bev up and followed him into the kitchen. He grabbed his cooler and chairs and we went out to his car. I told him to grab a beer for Bev. I got in and held her in my lap. She sipped the beer while Odie drove us to my house.

She cried quietly all the way home. She was still pretty shaky when we got to my place so I picked her up and carried her inside and up the stairs. I sat her on a towel on the bed and filled the big whirlpool tub with hot water. I dug out some bath beads that my wife left behind and put them in the water. I lit some scented candles. I put on some soft music and then I carried her in and gently lowered her into the tub.

I poured her a glass of good red wine and sat on the side of the tub. I was still waiting for her to react. I expected her to be furious. I was thinking that her lack of a violent reaction could only mean that everything hadn't sunk into her dazed brain yet.

I soon learned that she was quicker on the uptake than I thought. She must have figured it all out on the ride back to the house.

She kept looking into my eyes. I waited for her to speak but she never said a word. I finally asked, "Was it anything like your fantasy?"

"It was exactly like my fantasy. But did you have to make it so real? I thought my life was over."

"I almost stopped it several times. I'll admit that it was hard to watch. I even got up to stop it when they brought that second dog out. But Odie grabbed me and pointed out that if I stepped outside and tried to stop them I'd likely end up in the hospital."

"You watched the whole thing?"

"Yeah, we followed you to the house and watched from the kitchen through the patio door."

"Did it turn you on?"

"That's hard to answer. Most of the time I just felt guilty. I knew I had gone too far. But sometimes I realized that I had a hard on. I don't know. I don't know why I got hard watching something that disturbed me."

"I kind of understand ... I think. I thought my life was over. I was never going to see anyone I loved again. I thought I was going to be a prostitute and make dirty movies until I was too sloppy to fuck. Then I'd do donkeys until they killed me. Your friend was very convincing.

"But even when I was terrified and I knew my life was over, I still must have had a hundred orgasms while those assholes were raping me! I don't understand. I wasn't turned on. I don't think I was. But I kept having orgasms.

"I even came when that first mutt, the one that fucked me, first stabbed me with his cock!"

I put more hot water in the tub and used a soft cloth to begin cleaning her bruised and abused body. I was very gentle. But I was very thorough. I didn't miss a spot. When I finished bathing her I washed her hair three times and then used a conditioner.

She leaned back to relax and let the conditioner work. She smiled up at me and said, "I never would have pictured you washing a woman's hair."

"It won't happen again. It's too much like being a hairdresser. I don't want to get a bad reputation."

She closed her eyes and it almost looked like she was going to sleep. I was about to wake her to rinse her hair and take her to bed when she said, "Even when it was over and I realized it wasn't real ... when I realized what you had done, I still wasn't mad at you. But please don't scare me like that again. I'll do anything you want. No matter how nasty, no matter how much it hurts. I'll do anything you want me to do. But don't scare me like that again."

There were tears running down her cheeks. I don't know about her. But I've learned my lesson. I couldn't watch her go through something like that again. I don't mean the rapes. I don't even mean the animals. But the despair! Watching her when she was sure her life was over broke my heart.

I couldn't let her see that, though. It would ruin this for her. She had to see me as a cold bastard, willing to put her through just about anything. If she thought I was going soft I'd probably never see her or hear from her again.

I ordered her to rinse her hair. She grabbed her nose and started to go underwater to rinse the conditioner out. But she stopped suddenly and her eyes got huge. She exclaimed, "Oh my god! Those movies! Where are those movies they made?!"

"Relax. Odie has them. He is going to put them on DVDs. He will bring us everything when he's done. He might normally be expected to keep a copy for himself despite his promise not to. But I don't think he will. He was even more upset than I was. He didn't enjoy watching that at all. I think the only reason he didn't leave me there alone was that he kept thinking I might go out there and try to stop them and get my ass kicked. He was hanging around to stop me from getting killed or to take me to the hospital and drop off my body in the emergency room."

She nodded and said, "I saw their faces sometimes. They seemed to go a little bit crazy. They looked like they were in some kind of sex trance. I think Odie was right. They just might have killed you if you tried to stop them."

She rinsed her hair and I let the water out of the tub. I helped her up. She was able to stand on her own now, though she was still a little shaky. I turned the shower on and she rinsed off. I toweled her dry and helped her out of the tub. She brushed her teeth and her hair and then I helped her into bed.

When she was comfortable I offered to get her a drink or something light to eat. She shook her head and said, "No thanks. I'm exhausted. I didn't get much sleep on that cross last night. And today ... being terrified takes a lot out of you even when you are getting raped."

It was early and I wasn't really tired. But I got undressed and joined her in bed. I took her in my arms and held her until she went to sleep. It didn't take long. Then I carefully extricated myself and read for a while.

Chapther 5

She was still sleeping soundly when I awoke. I went to the bathroom and did what needed to be done in there. Then I put some shorts on, went downstairs and made coffee.

I noticed that I had a message on my answering machine. It was from Curtis. He called to make sure that everything was alright. He wanted to make sure I wasn't pissed after yesterday. He also told me to look on the side of my house for the bench I left at his rental house yesterday evening.

It was time for him to be in his office so I called him at work. I told him that I wasn't upset with him. After all, it was my plan. I couldn't blame him for anything.

He said that I looked pretty upset when I left yesterday. I explained that I was mad at myself, not for setting up the gangbang or for the dogs. I was mad because of my scheme to terrify her and tell her she had been sold and that life as she knew it was over. That was over the top cruel.

Once he was assured that I wasn't upset he had a suggestion for a very kinky evening for my slut. He had obviously put a lot of thought into it. It was pretty detailed. He told me that if I was interested he could set it up for Thursday evening. It was obvious that his conscience wasn't bothering him!

I only thought about it for a moment before I agreed to it. What he was suggesting was just about the nastiest thing you could ever imagine. It was just the sort of thing Bev had fantasies about.

We made a tentative date for Thursday evening. He told me that he would call me if there was any change. We said goodbye and hung up.

I was reading the paper, sipping coffee and trying not to think about what Curtis had planned when I heard her moving around upstairs. She came down a few minutes later in my robe. She apologized but said she was chilled.

I sat her down and got her a cup of coffee. I made her a big breakfast. She didn't have much in the way of food yesterday.

After she wolfed down her meal I asked her how she felt.

She answered, "I'm still a little sore in places. But I'm ready to continue if you are."

I smiled at her willingness after what she went through yesterday. I said, "We'll take it easy today. You won't get the day off. But I'll give you time to recuperate before I throw you to the wolves again."

I got up to clean up the kitchen but when she realized what I was doing she stopped me. She got up and took over telling me in no uncertain terms that this was slave's work.

I asked if she was sure she felt well enough.

She nodded and said, "Yes. Moving around is good for me."

I went up and got dressed. I put out a skirt and crop top for Bev and went downstairs.

When she finished I sent her up to get ready to go out. When I told her we were going out I saw some of the spark come back into her eyes.

While I was waiting for her to get ready I had some outgoing mail to take out to the box. While I was out there I saw the kid next door out in front of his house with two of his friends. School was out for the summer. I guess the neighbor's house was the place that the local juvenile delinquents chose to hang out.

I suppose that isn't fair. The neighbor kid and his friends haven't caused any problems. I've never had any kids and I tend to view teenagers with suspicion. It's all a part of the aging process where we reach a certain time in our lives and turn into curmudgeons. I'm nearing the age of curmudgeonry.

I nodded to kid. He must have thought that was the opening he was apparently waiting for. He got up and came over to head me off before I went inside. He looked pretty nervous. I think that whatever it was he wanted to say must have something to do with the naked woman they saw going into my house.

They might also have seen her leaving yesterday in the arms of two large black men. I was willing to bet that his friends had goaded him into asking about her. He caught me halfway back to my door and then didn't know what to say. It was pretty amusing.

I stopped and waited for him to say whatever it was he wanted to say. He started stammering, not making any sense at all. I shook my head and asked, "Is there something you wanted to say?"

He glanced back at his friends for encouragement and then said, "We was wondering about that woman we seen coming and going the last couple a days."

Obviously an English major in the making.

I was about to tell him to mind his own fucking business when it occurred to me that this could be entertaining. I smiled and asked, "What's your name?"

"Hugh."

"How old are you?"

"Fifteen."

"How about your friends? Are they the same age as you?"

He nodded.

"Would you boys like to meet her?"

His face lit up and he exclaimed, "REALLY! Hell yeah!"

"Call your friends over. I'll introduce you."

Hugh waved his two friends over and said, "Come on! He's gonna let us meet her!"

Suddenly his friends didn't look as cocky as they did a minute ago. They looked at me and they looked at each other. Then one of them said, "What are you going to say to her, dummy!"

I struggled to keep a straight face and said, "I'll take care of that. Come on in."

We went inside. We had to wait a few minutes. She was still getting ready. But the time was well spent. They followed me into the living room and looked around in shock at the stocks, the cross and the whipping bench.

Hugh walked over to the stocks. Then he turned around and asked nervously, "What's all this stuff for?"

I smiled disarmingly and replied, "I like to put my slave in them."

One of Hugh's friends exclaimed, "Your slave?!"

I heard Bev coming down the stairs. I heard her hesitate part way down when she heard our voices. But then she came down and joined us in the living room. We were all facing the door when she made her entrance.

She spotted the boys right away, of course. But then her eyes were drawn to the fuck bench. I brought it in and cleaned it up this morning while the coffee was brewing.

I saw the emotions that bench evoked flickering across her face for a moment before she turned back to see what I was going to make her do now.

The boys stared open mouthed as she came in wearing a tiny skirt that didn't quite cover her slit and a slutty crop top that said "I only know one word — YES!" in big black letters across her tits.

She blushed as she felt all the attention being paid to her over overexposed body.

Hugh whispered, "She's your slave?"

I nodded.

"What's that mean?"

"It means she does anything ... or anyone that I tell her to do. I can order her to take her clothes off or to have sex with people just for the hell of it. I can tie her up. If I feel like it I can whip her or fuck her or make her suck my cock. She's my property."

The boy that had yet to say anything asked, "Forever?"

I shook my head and replied, "No. Unfortunately I can only keep her until the end of the week. Then she has to go home to her husband."

"She's married! To some other dude! Far fucking out!"

They continued to stare at her. I don't think they were entirely convinced that I wasn't pulling their legs. I asked, "Would you like a demonstration?"

She shivered when she heard that.

Hugh whispered, "Shit yeah!"

"First you guys have to swear that you won't say anything about this to your parents."

All three of them quickly pledged to keep this to themselves.

I smiled as I thought back to what it was like to be fifteen. I could almost imagine what was going through their pea brains. I let the suspense build for a moment and then I said to Bev, "Take them off, bitch. Let's give the boys a little sex education."

Her face turned a darker shade of red. She looked me in the eyes and quietly said, "But they're so young!"

She was saying what she thought she should say. I could see how she really felt. This was turning her on. The idea of being put through her paces for three fifteen year old boys, all of them almost certainly virgins, was not one of her fantasies. But this situation was exciting her.

She slipped the crop top up off of her breasts slowly. Then she took it off.

I should have had the cameras turned on. The expressions on the faces of those boys were priceless.

She dropped the top on a chair and began to slowly unfasten her little skirt. She let it fall to the floor and stood there naked. She was positively basking in the lust that was pouring from her three new admirers.

They stared at her for a minute or so and finally I said, "If you guys want you can go over there and check her out. Get a closer look. Feel her up. If you feel like it I could put her on that fuck bench over there and you could all fuck her mouth and her pussy for a while. We don't have any plans that can't wait."

They were too ... something, too excited, too shocked, too something. They couldn't seem to move. They didn't respond. They stood beside me and continued to stare at what was surely the first naked woman they have ever seen up close and personal.

They saw her going back and forth between the car and my door. But now she was six feet away and now she was available. They couldn't quite believe it.

I nudged Hugh with my elbow and he finally moved closer. That somehow empowered his two friends and they went over to stand on either side of him. It was several long moments before one of them finally got up the nerve to touch her. The other two watched as the third boy's hand came up and moved towards her breast in slow motion.

Bev was staring at it, too. She watched as that smooth, young, almost feminine hand neared and then came into gentle contact with her breast. His hand closed on her flesh and she shivered in excitement.

I'd wager that she never pictured a scenario like this in her mind. Her fantasies were more along the lines of the rough experience she had yesterday with two dozen black men and two dogs. But this was turning her on almost as much as watching it was turning me on.

When the first boy got away with grabbing her boob the second boy grabbed the other one. Hugh finally got up the nerve and I watched his hand slowly come to rest over her vulva.

I'm not positive. But it looked very much like she had a small orgasm when Hugh's hand cupped her sex. She stood there with three different boys grasping clumsily at her flesh. I watched as her eyes closed, her head tilted back, and she moaned loudly. Her body shuddered violently.

This time there wasn't any doubt. Those boys had just caused their first female orgasm.

It took them a moment to get over the shock. But soon they began to explore her body freely. Within a few minutes she was standing there on rubber legs, panting like a bitch in heat.

I was having fun watching. But I figured that if they didn't get their dicks in her pretty soon they'd be making a big mess in their shorts. So I ordered her to lie down on the bench.

She seemed very reluctant to pull herself away from her new boyfriends. But they finally dropped their hands and she was able to move. I noticed that the bench was still adjusted for the dogs yesterday. She noticed it, too. She stopped and I saw the memories of yesterday flashing across her face again.

I went over and raised the bench up to one notch lower than I had it before they took it away yesterday. It looked just about right for the boys. I helped her down on her back and strapped her in.

I went over and sat in my recliner. I watched as the boys started feeling her up again. I think that they were all too self conscious to go first. I didn't mind if they took their time. This was just torment of a different kind. I noticed when I strapped her down that her pussy was moist. She probably wouldn't want to admit it. But she was enjoying the hell out of this.

Hugh finally grew a set of balls and started to unfasten his pants. He looked over at me, double checking, I suppose.

I smiled and said, "Go ahead, Hugh. You can fuck any hole but her nostrils. You boys can have her until you can't get it up anymore. I have all day."

Hugh's friends watched as he moved between her legs and fumbled around until he got the head of his cock inside of her. He stared down in awe as his cock started to slide in. Then he closed his eyes and exclaimed breathlessly, "Son of a bitch! Oh shit, guys! She's so fucking hot! I never felt anything like it! Oh god!"

Then, only seconds later, "Oh no!" and he was cumming.

His two friends stood nearby, looking at the pure ecstasy on his face. Then the larger one started tearing his pants open as fast as he could. When Hugh didn't move fast enough the larger kid popped him on the shoulder and said, "Move, damn it! Let me in there!"

He pulled Hugh out of the way and immediately took his place. He lined his cock up and slammed it into her. Then he just stood there staring down at her.

The third kid whined, "Come on, Mark! Hurry up! I wanna fuck her."

Mark didn't move a muscle except to shoot his friend a shit eating grin and snap back, "Fuck you, Tommy! Put it in her mouth. He said we could do anything we want. Make her suck your cock."

Hugh was standing off to the side with another hard on. I called his name twice before he realized I was talking to him. I asked, "Do you have any other friends you'd like to invite over? They'd have to be guys you can trust to keep their mouths shut."

He nodded eagerly and went over to dig his cell phone out of his pants. He made several phone calls. By the time he finished, Tommy had already blown his load in Bev's mouth.

He rushed back over and placed the head of his cock against her lips and started pushing forward while she was still swallowing Tommy's cum.

It got a little hard to follow after that. The boys never lasted very long. But they never seemed to tire or go soft either. They just kept going around in a circle fucking her mouth and her pussy. They never did fuck her ass as far as I could tell.

That was a lot of traffic in her still sore pussy. But they weren't hung all that well and they didn't last very long. She didn't seem to mind, though she didn't seem to have any of them inside of her long enough to bring her to orgasm either.

The doorbell rang about ten or fifteen minutes after Hugh made the phone calls. I got up and let two boys in. I almost laughed out loud when I saw their expressions. They were scared to death that this was some kind of prank that Hugh was pulling on them. There could not possibly be a beautiful naked woman in here ready to fuck them all.

Mark was standing watching Hugh and Todd fuck her when their friends arrived. He waved them over and told them that if they wanted to get laid they better hurry and undress. It took a moment to sink in. It was real!! But they finally came out of their comas and began to undress.

Over the next ten minutes or so I had to get up twice more to let a total of four more boys in. That was all of them, nine boys that never seemed to be satisfied. It went on like that for close to three hours.

In that time Bev had a couple of orgasms. But she didn't seem really satisfied by the time I let the boys out and came back to stare down at her on that bench.

I lifted the headrest and locked it in place. She smiled and said, "So much for taking it easy on me. And so much for foreplay. If you aren't doing anything I'd sure like to get fucked by a real cock now."

I was so turned on from watching those boys swarming over her and getting their first blowjobs and their first piece of prime ass that I was afraid I wouldn't be able to last long enough to satisfy her either.

But I guess that I've cum so many times since she gave me that first blowjob in the parking lot on Sunday night that I was finally getting my stamina back. I managed to fuck her to a couple of nice orgasms before I added my cum to the soupy mix pouring out of her. She looked almost as bad as she did last night!

I went out to the kitchen after I came and returned with a large spoon. I stood beside her and started scraping up cum and feeding it to her. Nothing seemed to phase this bitch! She gobbled it up like ice cream.

When I finished feeding her all the cum that I could scoop up I released the straps and helped her up. She wobbled back upstairs for another shower. I cleaned myself off with a washcloth in the downstairs bathroom and got dressed.

Bev came down looking fresh as a daisy about half an hour later. Her clothes were still in the living room where she undressed for Hugh and his friends. She put them on and I let her lead the way to the car so that I could enjoy the sight of her beautiful ass peeking out from under the skirt.

I headed for a place that's popular with a lot of local businessmen for lunch. It's a strip club on the edge of the downtown area. It's been there for as long as I can remember. I went there with some friends when I turned twenty-one. That should give you some idea of how long the place has been there.

The food isn't anything special. You can get a hamburger and french-fries or a variety of deli sandwiches. The thing that makes it popular is that there are girls dancing naked on stage and the waitresses wear only tiny g-strings.

Lunch for the business crowd was over but there was still a pretty good crowd there when we arrived. Bev attracted a lot of attention as we made our way to an empty table. Several men made jokes about her top or commented on her partially exposed butt.

I don't think it was as obvious that half of her pussy was exposed. It was too dark. It's possible, though, that when she sits down she may attract a bigger following when her skirt pulls up and her pussy is totally exposed.

Halfway through the room on the way to our table I quietly said, "From now until I tell you otherwise, that isn't just a slogan on your shirt. You say yes to anything and anyone."

She turned her head and said in a nervous voice, "But..."

I cut her off immediately by snarling, "Don't argue with me! There is still one piece of furniture in my living room we haven't used."

She pictured the whipping bench and I could almost see her imagining being bent over it and strapped down, helpless. I honestly think that she considered talking back to me just to force me to use it. She needn't fear. I had every intention of using it before she left.

We arrived at an empty table in the dimly lit room. It was pretty far from the stage but I prefer that. It's quieter back where we were sitting. And if things got interesting we wouldn't have to worry as much about being seen by the bouncers or the manager.

I sat down and she sat beside me. I watched as she looked around nervously, probably looking to see if there was anyone here that she recognized.

She turned her attention to the woman on stage. The dancer was in the process of removing her g-string. When she was naked she began to dance to the loud music that sucked all the air out of the room.

Bev was fascinated. I think she was imagining what it must be like to be up there like that. I don't think she would actually like to do it, especially here where someone she knew might recognize her. But she obviously found the prospect of dancing naked for the entertainment of as many as a hundred men very erotic.

A sexy waitress took our order and looked Bev over pretty thoroughly. I don't imagine that they get a lot of female customers in here. I looked around. I couldn't see any other women in here that weren't obviously employees.

Even though there were naked or nearly naked women everywhere you looked, Bev was still attracting attention. Her outfit was pretty slutty and she was exposing a lot of flesh. But even if she was fully dressed she would attract a lot of attention. The woman is truly beautiful and has a perfect body.

A young guy at a nearby table, loaded up on liquid courage and egged on by his friends got Bev's attention and asked, "Is that the truth?"

He was pointing at her tits.

She glanced at me. I loved seeing that deer in the headlights look on her face.

I sat back and smiled, leaving whatever happened up to Bev and the man who was taunting her.

She turned back to the man who asked the question and said, "Yes. It's the truth."

I don't think he was expecting that answer.

He and his two friends gaped at each other in disbelief for a moment. Then the guy looked at me to see how I was reacting. I just sat there smiling and waiting to see if he had any balls.

He must have been encouraged by the way I just sat there smiling. His grin grew and he turned back to Bev. "Okay, baby. Show us your tits."

She looked around and wasn't encouraged when she saw that people at several of the tables near us were aware of what was happening and were watching closely.

She didn't bother to look at me again. She sighed and lifted her top up over her tits for about ten seconds. Then she covered her tits up and hoped that would be the end of it.

Silly woman!

The guys went a little crazy when she flashed her tits. I thought it was pretty damned silly. It isn't that she doesn't have great tits, they're perfect. But there were women all over the room with their tits on display.

The three guys at the next table laughed and high fived each other and just generally made asses of themselves. They also succeeded in drawing more attention to Bev.

One of the other guys sitting at the next table said something to his friend and he turned back to Bev and said, "That was beautiful, baby. But how about showing us that fine ass now?"

She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply. Then she stood up, turned around and lifted the back of little skirt up to her waist.

Before she could lower her skirt the guy reached out, grabbed a sexy cheek and gave it a squeeze. When she didn't object he left his hand there and pulled her a little closer.

I think that when she turned to the side was the first time they noticed that her pussy was on display, too.

They made some crude comments and then the young guy that was holding onto her ass reached out his other hand and cupped her pussy.

Bev tried to act like none of this was happening to her. But I saw the shiver run through her when his hand came to rest on her pussy.

The guy pulled her down into his lap. He looked over at me and was reassured that I wasn't upset.

Judging by the way she reacted a moment later I believe he must have inserted a finger or two right up inside of her.

One of his friends moved his chair closer. He watched his buddy groping my unresisting companion for a moment and then stuck his hand up under her top and began to play with one of her tits.

I looked around to see if anyone had a problem with the sideshow. I know. Who is going to object to something like that in a strip club? But you never know. And anyway, I was more concerned that someone in management was going to say something. I'm pretty certain that what they were doing was illegal when done in public.

No one seemed to be paying attention to them. Or at least no one that might want to put an end to it was paying any attention. So the two guys kept it up. It wasn't long before her top was back up over her tits. Her skirt never did cover her pussy. Now it wasn't much more than a belt. There were a dozen or more men watching two guys molesting Bev now.

They kept it up until the waitress came back around. She stopped, looked, smiled, then shook her head and said, "Sorry, fellas. If you want to play those games you're gonna have to take it to the street. The boss will have a fit if he sees you like that. The cops come in here all the time to make sure we follow the rules."

The two men released Bev, slowly, reluctantly. The guy who started it all pushed her out of his lap with a last long grope of her ass and then turned to me and mouthed, "Thank you."

I nodded. But no thanks were necessary. That was what I had in mind for her when I brought her here, that and more.

We ate our lunch and then headed back to my side of town. There is a bar there that I go to now and then to play pool. It's a biker bar and you have to watch your ass in there. It's one of the places that the one percenters hang out. Those are the outlaw bikers that made Harley what it is today, the guys they made those old biker movies about back before your time.

It's a good idea to not piss anyone off in a place like that. But I have friends that hang out there and I'm a big enough guy that most people don't fuck with me. I don't go looking for trouble but I don't take any shit off anyone either. As a general rule if there's anyone looking for trouble they don't look for it with me.

Bev got nervous when I pulled into the parking lot and she saw all the Harleys. These weren't the doctor and lawyer bikes. These were the real thing. No pretty colored lights glowing in the dark or custom paint jobs. They weren't sparkling with an extra fifty pounds of chrome. They were just big, loud, powerful motorcycles, reflecting the men that rode them.

I dragged her inside and nodded at a couple of people I knew. We stopped at the bar and I got us each a beer. Then we walked into the alcove in the back where there were half a dozen pool tables.

Only two of them were in use. There were two guys playing pool on each of the two tables on the other side of the alcove and a couple of guys and a brassy looking blonde sitting at a nearby table. They were obviously with the guys playing pool.

Everyone looked up when we entered and did a double take when they saw Bev. I recognized two of the men. I didn't know them. But I knew of them and I knew that if you were smart you didn't want to fuck with them.

Bikers, the one percenters, the outlaw bikers, are like animals. They sense fear. And they aren't exactly civilized. The saying "rules are meant to be broken" is more than a saying for them. But then, they say the same thing about skulls.

I wasn't afraid and they can sense that, too. Bev, on the other hand, was scared shitless. She was wearing a suggestive top, she couldn't say no, her ass and pussy were exposed, and those men looked like just exactly what they were, predators. So she was scared and with very good reason.

They watched us as I racked the balls and then broke. I made a ball on the break and then another on my first shot. I missed my next shot and stood back to let Bev play.

She isn't a pool shark. But she has played. She has the rudiments down. She looked for a shot she could take without bending over and pointing her ass at the seven people who were still watching us.

She had an easy shot she could have taken from the other side of the table. But she found one she could more safely take from where she was standing with the table between her and our audience. Even though there wasn't a chance in hell of her making it she took it.

She wasn't interested in winning, only surviving.

I was half done clearing the striped balls from the table when one of the bikers came over and watched. I nodded at him and then ignored him.

I made a couple more balls and then missed. Bev turned to me and whispered, "I don't want to play anymore."

I smiled and said, "Nobody asked you, bitch."

The biker got a kick out of that. But he was more interested in what happened when Bev found a shot and bent over to line it up. Her skirt pulled half way up her ass as usual and the biker's grin grew.

She missed. Her hands were shaking like leaves in the wind now. She straightened up and tried to move away from the biker.

He reached out and with just his thumb and forefinger he clamped down on the bottom of her crop top between her breasts. She froze before he could tear her top off and the biker said, "I like your shirt. Can I borrow it? I want to see what it would look like on Crazy Kate."

She glanced at me and saw that I was amused. So she put her stick down and I heard her groan as she slowly removed her top and handed it to him.

He stared at her tits for a minute before he looked over at his friends and said, "Hey! Kate! Get your ass over here!"

The brassy blonde rolled her eyes, got up and came around the tables to stand in front of him.

He tossed the top down on the table beside her and said, "Try that on. I want to see how it looks on you."

This was really going to be amusing. I'm guessing that Bev wears a C cup. Kate was a big girl and those jugs had to be at least DDs. She put her beer and her cigarette down on the side of the table and nonchalantly whipped her t-shirt off. She started to reach for the crop top but the biker snarled, "Take the bra off, stupid!"

She gave him a dirty look. But she reached behind her back, unhooked and took off the bra. Those puppies really needed a bra. I felt kind of sorry for her. They hung way down and they were covered with stretch marks.

I couldn't really tell how old she was. I'd guess she was in her early thirties. But she was rough and it was hard to tell.

She picked up the crop top and put it on. She had to stretch the hell out of that thin material to get it down over her big tits. It looked pretty hot on Bev. On Kate it was just pathetic.

There was a chorus of derisive laughter from the corner where the rest of their friends had stopped playing and were watching. Kate turned red then. Baring her floppy tits didn't embarrass her. But being ridiculed really pissed her off. She stood there glaring at the biker for a minute. Then she demanded, "Are you satisfied? Did you get your fucking jollies from that, Dino?"

His answer was to slap her across the face so hard it spun her around.

She just turned back around, ignoring the pain and the humiliation and continued to glare at Dino. She was not intimidated. On the other hand, she was waiting for him to tell her what to do next.

Dino sneered at her and said, "Take it off. You look like a fucking cow."

She snarled right back, "I didn't look like a fucking cow until you started knocking me up just as quick as I could pop one out!"

The thought of those two reproducing gave me the chills!

She took the crop top off, grabbed her t-shirt and bra and stomped back across the room. She sat back down, with her tits still exposed, and continued to glare at Dino.

Dino grinned and said to Bev, "Looks like I ain't gonna get laid tonight, sweetheart. Guess you're gonna have to take care of that for me."

One of the other men in his group said, "Hey, Dino, remember last year when Toby spent almost a month in the hospital?"

Dino was only half paying attention. He had pulled Bev into his arms and was holding her there with his hands up under her skirt, gripping her by her ass cheeks.

He didn't even bother to see how I was going to react before he bent down clamped his mouth over hers and began to rape her with his tongue.

The guy in the corner said, "That's the guy that put Toby in the hospital. And Toby never put a mark on him."

Dino finally turned to look me over again. I guess he decided that maybe I wasn't a pushover after all. He said, "Your bitch made Kate jealous. Now I ain't gonna get laid. You don't mind if she makes it up to me, do you? Or do you think you can take all six of us?"

I smiled, keeping it friendly. After all, like he said, there were six of them. I figured I could handle Dino easily enough. And if the others jumped in I had a few friends out front that would give me a hand. But there was no sense in anyone getting hurt over fucking Bev. That was why I brought her here.

Unlike the strip club where we ate lunch, it wasn't that unusual to see some dumb biker chick in here getting fucked, sucking a cock or even pulling a train.

I shrugged and replied, "I don't imagine I could take all six of you. I'd probably get my ass kicked. But you wouldn't see it."

He glared at me for a second, too dumb to know quite how to take that.

I went on to say, "If I had a problem with her getting fucked I wouldn't have brought her here dressed that way. But if you fuck her ass you grease her up first. And if you raise your hand to her you better have insurance."

He didn't like being threatened. His eyes narrowed and he thought about taking me out first. But a couple of the guys he was with laughed and he knew they weren't going to help him if he decided to try to take me and ended up getting his ass kicked. So he turned his attention back to Bev.

People had been watching us from the main room. When they saw Dino pick Bev up and drop her on a nearby table on her back they began to gather in the door to watch.

He didn't bother removing that little skirt. It wasn't much more than a belt anyway. He pulled it up around her waist and then he pulled his cock out. He slammed it into her and I noticed that she must have been very wet. It went in easily and the sound she made sounded a lot more like pleasure than pain.

He bent down over her and gripped a handful of hair from the back of her head. He kissed her roughly as his cock started pounding into her. Then he rested his weight on her. He lifted his head and used his free hand to squeeze her mouth open.

They were staring into each other's eyes when he started letting the spit roll out of his mouth and down into hers. She tried to turn away but she couldn't move her head.

A few of the men watching found it amusing. I heard some laughter. But most of them watched in silence as he continued to spit in her mouth right up until just before he came. He had been fucking her violently all along. But those last few strokes were so brutal they reminded me of that Rottweiler trying to slam his knot into her last night.

After he came he spit in her mouth one last time. He straightened up and announced, "That's some prime pussy, if anybody's interested."

I noticed Mad Mike, the bartender in the door. He looked over to make sure I didn't need help. I smiled and shook my head so he knew I was okay with it. He returned to the bar and one of Dino's friends came over to check Bev out for himself.

He stared at her freshly fucked pussy for a moment before he said, "Shit, Dino! I saw you jumping up and down on the bitch and I heard all that noise. But it don't look like she just got fucked. You wasn't fakin' it were you?"

There was a little laughter at Dino's expense while the second guy opened up his pants and took a turn. He just fucked her. He kept his spit to himself.

We were starting to attract a lot of attention and it looked like this might turn into a train. I didn't want to spend the rest of the day in here. So I let the guy finish fucking her and I let one more guy have a shot at her.

Before the next guy climbed on I said, "Just a minute. I need her for a minute. Then you guys can fuck her."

The guy that was waiting to fuck her next moved out of the way expecting me to fuck her. But I lifted her off the table and pushed her to her knees. I pushed my cock into the back of her throat and started pissing. I sighed loudly and explained to everyone standing around watching that I didn't like using the men's room here. It was always so nasty.

The men stared in disbelief as Bev gulped down my piss without spilling a drop. But when I was finished and putting my cock away the line disappeared. Nobody wanted to fuck her now. I grabbed her top from the pool table and led her back out to the car.

Chapter 6

As I was driving away she asked, "This is taking it easy on me?"

I laughed and said, "We could have spent the next four or five hours in there. It's a good thing you learned that little trick. I could take one or two of them. But I couldn't take them all on."

"I thought that first asshole was going to start a fight. I was scared. Everyone in there seemed so violent!"

"A place like that has a slightly different etiquette than the places you're used to going when you go out. You have to understand the politics. You have to be able to spot who's in charge and you have to know who and where your friends are."

"So we were actually safe in there?"

"Hell no! If Dino had started something I'd have gotten my ass kicked and you'd have taken on every man in the bar."

"Why do you go into a place if it's that dangerous?"

"I don't, often. But sometimes you need a little excitement in your life. You just have to watch that you don't step on anyone's tail and you'll usually be okay."

She stared at me for a minute before she finally said, "I think I understand. You go there for the same reason I'm here. Well, not exactly the same reason. But for the excitement."

"Yeah. That and to get you fucked."

"That was gross when he started spitting! For some reason that grossed me out more than when you piss down my throat!"

I laughed and said, "One reason is that it turns you on when I piss down your throat. It doesn't gross you out."

"What would happen if I went there alone?"

"You'd be on that table until the bar closed. Then you'd probably end up living with one of them and fucking anyone that wanted you until you were worn out. You'd be hooked on drugs and alcohol. None of the gang members would want you for more than just a piece of ass or a blowjob. So they'd give you enough to eat to keep you alive and probably sell you to another gang in another city where they'd put you to work on the street."

"Because I'm just a woman? Don't they like women?"

"Because you wouldn't stand up to them. You don't know how. And I guess they like women in their way. They relate to everyone different than most people. They relate to their friends and their enemies and their women in a much more primitive fashion than we have grown used to. They've sort of gone back to the basics."

When we got back to the house I sent her up to take a shower. I poured myself a couple of shots of Evan Williams and sat down to watch my shows. I was getting behind on "Countdown" and "The Daily Show" and a few others. I don't know how I ever survived before they invented DVR!

Bev came back down halfway through Olbermann's show and joined me. I pulled her into my lap and toyed with her pussy while I watched my show. In our email exchanges I have gotten her interested in "Countdown" and she watches it regularly now. She'd be in trouble if her Republican, High Society friends found out. But she's willing to chance it.

Odie called to see if I was home. He had the DVDs ready from yesterday. I was surprised. I didn't expect them this quickly. He drove over and dropped them off. He got a blowjob from Bev while I put one of the DVDs in the player. There were three copies of the two CDs. He explained that he made a copy for himself but after watching it while making it he decided he didn't want a copy. They made him too uncomfortable. The DVDs were severely edited. But he also provided two sets of DVDs that were complete and unedited. Because he combined the footage from two cameras they were fourteen hours in length!

I waited until Bev finished what she was doing so that she could watch. She had suffered for that art. She should get to see her fantasies come to life.

After Odie came he stood up and pulled his pants back up. He told me that he had erased the original video tapes so they could be reused safely. I escorted him to the door and walked him out to his car. I explained what Curtis was setting up for Bev tomorrow and invited him.

When he heard about it he shook his head and said, "No, man. I understand that kinky shit like that is what turns her on. But that stuff is too over the top for me. She's a beautiful woman. That was a great blowjob and there's no denying she's a hot piece of ass. But too much of the stuff that turns her on makes me feel ill."

He started to get in his car then paused and asked, "Do you suppose if you asked her she'd want to go through the things she went through yesterday again?"

Before I could form a response he said, "Maybe you're doing her a favor letting her experience her fantasies. And I'd be happy to come back and fuck her any time she's available. Like I said, she's a sexy little bitch. She's as beautiful as any female I've ever seen in Playboy and I have no idea what she's doing with an old fart like you.

"But I wouldn't go back to watch what she did yesterday again and what you got planned for tomorrow sounds really sick to me. I'll make the DVDs for you if you bring me the tapes. But I have no desire to watch what you're going to do to her."

I understood perfectly. I know that the sorts of fantasies that Bev and I share do not appeal to the average person. It's a point made often in the responses I received to some of my nastier stories. Some people really object to those things.

I'll never figure out why they read those stories when they are plainly marked as containing subject matter they find offensive. I don't read stories that contain subject matter I object to. For instance, I don't read stories that list snuff in the story codes. I find those stories disturbing.

So it would make no sense for me to read a story plainly marked as containing snuff and then complaining to the author about the content of his or her story. That's why when I write a story in which there are scenes involving watersports or bestiality, admittedly not mainstream practices, but the story codes plainly indicate that those are elements of the story; I honestly don't understand those people who write often very vitriolic emails to complain. I do, however, understand why they almost always send them anonymously.

On the way back inside I thought about Odie's question. I wondered if Bev would go through what she did yesterday all over again if given a choice. I would have to try to remember to ask her after we watched the DVD.

It was nearly time for supper but it was late when we ate lunch. I wasn't hungry. I decided to watch the DVD and then see what I felt like doing for supper. I poured myself another shot of Evan Williams and returned to my recliner. I pulled Bev into my lap and picked up the remote control.

I couldn't start it, though. Odie's question was nagging at me. I couldn't wait until after watching the DVDs to ask her.

"Now that a day has passed since the things we are about to watch took place, how do you feel about it? How did it compare to the fantasy?"

She had to think about it for a while. Finally she said, "I think I need more time to pass before I can be truly objective. I had a small taste of what it was like to star in one of your stories yesterday. It was horrifying. And yet I probably had a hundred orgasms.

"I have mixed emotions about the terror you put me through. I know it was what I asked for. That was the part of the fantasy that made it so exciting. But I would never, ever want to experience that again, not the part where I thought I was never going home again.

"The other part, getting raped by all of those magnificent specimens of manhood, I could imagine repeating that. I might even do the dogs again, though to be honest, sucking that second dog off was just about more than I could stand. I thought I was going to lose it a couple of times. You wouldn't believe how much those damn things cum! I bet I swallowed a cup of cum!"

I understood perfectly. What surprised me was that I think I felt worse for the distress I caused her than she did. I had no qualms about the two dozen well hung black men or the two dogs. But I knew I went too far with the mental anguish. I do regret that part of it.

I was just about to start the DVD when something occurred to me. I sent Bev upstairs to get the smaller of the two butt plugs, the lube, and a small vibrator.

When she returned I ordered her to stand beside my chair and bend over. I greased up the butt plug and worked it into her ass until it was seated. She stood up carefully when it was in and I pulled her across the arm of my chair and into my lap.

I had some batteries in the drawer of my lamp table that I kept handy for the remote controls. I put a couple in the vibrator and turned it on low. I started the DVD and began teasing her sexy body with the vibrator.

I believe I mentioned earlier that in our emails she scoffed at the idea when ordered to buy a vibrator. She began to open her mind when she spent half the day with a vibrating egg in her pussy. Now, as I moved the vibrator over the sensitive parts of her body, I think she was finally swayed.

I started at her neck and slowly worked my way down around and over her breasts. I circled her nipples for a long time before I finally touched the vibrator to one of them. I had it set for the lowest setting and the gentle vibrations on her stiff nipples quickly began to drive her crazy.

She was having trouble concentrating. I had to constantly remind her to open her eyes and watch herself getting gang raped on television. She enjoyed a mild orgasm and I moved the vibrator to the other breast, once more circling slowly up to the nipple.

She finally started to concentrate on the black cocks that were skewering her violently on the screen. I was amazed at the quality of the camera work. They did a truly professional job and Odie did an equally impressive job of editing when he put the film from the two cameras together and put them on DVD.

My television is a seventy-two inch HD set. When they zoomed in for a close-up of those black cocks they looked bigger than my arm! I was seeing a lot of this for the first time. When this all took place I didn't have a very good view from the kitchen where Odie and I were sitting.

Odie and I got to see the first man rape her with his huge cock. But while he was raping her, more and more men were arriving and they quickly began to surround her. Once the men closed in on their pretty white victim we missed a lot of the details that I was seeing now.

For instance, I saw a guy with nearly a foot of hard cock slowly slide it down her throat while she pulled against the straps holding her down. I could actually track the progress of his cock by the bulge traveling down her throat. How she was able to breathe with that thing in her throat I can't imagine.

Once I stopped concentrating on her nipples with the vibrator I carefully avoided her more sensitive erogenous zones. I wanted her to be very turned on, but very horny while she watched the DVD. She went through a lot to produce this movie. She might as well get the full benefit.

The DVDs were each two hours long. That meant that they were severely edited. They combined fourteen hours of tape from two cameras into four hours on DVD. It worked out just right. There was never so much of any one thing that it got boring. Odie did a fantastic job.

We finished watching the first DVD and I asked her if she wanted to wait and watch the other one some other time.

She moaned and exclaimed, "I want to cum! How about if you fuck me and then we decide about the second one?"

I couldn't say no to that! I helped her up. She was moving carefully because of the butt plug in her ass. I was about to take her upstairs and tie her down to the bed. But once I was up I changed my mind. I put her face down on the fuck bench and put the second DVD in so that we could watch it while I fucked her.

I didn't strap her down this time. I made her comfortable and got into position behind her. I reached for the base of the butt plug but at the last moment decided to leave it in out of curiosity.

I looked down at her sopping wet pussy. It was obvious that she was enjoying the movie or the vibrator or both. I pressed the head of my cock against her opening. Even with that butt plug inside of her I could feel her hot cunt almost sucking me in. But her already tight pussy clamped down on me and held my cock like a tight fist. With the extra pressure from the butt plug I knew I wasn't going to last long. So instead of starting the DVD where we left off with the first one I started near the end, at the scene where they were adjusting the bench to get her ready for the dogs.

I could tell by her passionate moans that this was what she wanted to see, too.

One of the cameras had been aimed at her face and the other at the door when they brought the first dog out. The DVD cut back and forth between the dog from hell and the strange combination of fear and lust on her face when she realized what was happening.

She screamed when she first heard the dog running towards her and looked over at it charging her as if it was going to tear her to shreds. But once it began to attack her with its tongue instead of its teeth the change was obvious.

She tried to act like she hated it. She was obviously still terrified. But the idea of getting raped by a dog, with an audience, on film, and against her will, her fantasies were running wild!

She lay there before me on the bench now, watching it happen and panting while I fucked her. I had to stop several times to keep from cumming before the end of the movie. I didn't want to cum before the second dog did.

Fortunately, Odie had edited the scene severely. The dog had lay quivering and filling her with cum for nearly fifteen minutes that night. He had cut out about ten minutes of that.

I was still holding on, still fucking her when the first dog finished. This time I was able to hear what Curtis said to her. I heard him tell her that she had one more dog to satisfy. I heard her groan when she learned that she was going to have to satisfy this one with her mouth.

He told her that the dog was going to lick her face and she was going to have to return his kisses or he'd keep bring dogs out until she got it right. He warned her that she might as well get used to it because she was going to be fucking and sucking off dogs, horses, donkeys, and any other damn farm animal they wanted to see her with for the rest of her worthless life.

He made her agree to French kiss the dog and then suck its cock and then we watched it happen on that big screen, larger than life in nearly HD quality. There were close-ups of her tongue dueling with the dog's much larger one. Then there was a close-up of the dog moving into position over her and her lips and tongue reaching for his cock.

His cock was huge, though not as big as the first dog's had been. Before she managed to take it in her mouth it sprayed her face several times with a fine mist of what I took to be lubricant. But her lips closed over the tip quickly and she began sucking and swallowing until he moved forward and plunged that huge cock right down her throat.

I am embarrassed to admit that I came when I saw that big, ugly cock plunge into her throat. Seconds later Bev started cumming. I continued to grind my cock into her and she came over and over as she stared at the television in fascination. We kept it up until the dog finally slid off of her.

The reached for the remote and shut everything off as they were leading the second dog away. We both exhaled loudly and then were silent for a long time.

I slowly backed away and carefully removed the butt plug from Bev's cute ass. I leaned down and kissed the cheeks of her ass. I couldn't help myself. Then I helped her to her feet.

When she was standing I asked, "How were you able to breathe? What was it like?"

She blushed and answered, "I don't know. I remember panicking at first. Once he got that log down my throat it stayed there and I was sure I was going to suffocate. I didn't think I'd survive. But I wasn't sure that I wanted to.

"What was it like? It was horrible! It was much worse than I imagined and I would never willingly do it again. But every time I think about it I get turned on all over again. Except when I think about it, it's like in my mind I'm watching it with everyone else. I'm glad you gave me to Curtis. And I'm glad he made me do those things. I'm ecstatic that I have the DVDs to remember this by. But if I ever do this again, please, let's do it without the terror.

"In a strange way I'm even glad you did it that way. That was the fantasy and you set it up perfectly. But I'll never forget how I felt when I thought my life was over. I can't even put it into words. I still have the fantasies. But I think I appreciate my life a lot more now."

I made certain that everything was off. I put the DVD away and we went up to bed. Bev didn't know it yet. But she had another hard day ahead of her tomorrow. We had just gone to bed and turned the lights out when her cell phone rang. Her husband was calling to check in with her.

While she curled up beside me talking to him I finger fucked her and teased her clit with my thumb. When she started to react I curled up behind her and began working my cock into her still greased up ass.

She covered the mouthpiece and whispered, "Please! Not now!"

But I think it turned her on that I was fucking her ass while she talked to her husband. It sure as hell turned me on. I didn't stop.

By the time she told him she loved him and said goodbye she was struggling to keep from moaning out loud. I was still teasing her pussy with my hand and I began taking short, quick strokes until I came in her ass. When she realized I was filling her ass with more cum she had a mild orgasm. Then she turned over and sucked my cock clean before getting up and going into the bathroom.

When we got up the next morning we were almost like roommates. We ate a leisurely brunch. I didn't have sex with her. I'm not sure I could have.

After we finished our coffee and the paper I suggested she call her sister Becky and invite her down from the northern part of the state to spend Friday and Saturday with us.

In our emails I have been following her progress as she attempted to seduce her older sister. One of her many admirable fantasies was that she wanted to dominate another woman. She had gotten some signals from her sister to indicate that her sister was submissive.

A major signal had come when she referred her sister to my stories. That had been a major turning point that led to a frank dialogue in which the two women began opening up to each other about their fantasies. As a result, they were already planning on getting together with the intention of Bev dominating her older sister.

Bev shared some of their emails with me and some of the plans they were making. She wasn't anticipating that I would horn in on her action.

When I made the suggestion she almost panicked. She had her own fantasies she wanted to bring to life. She didn't want to turn her sister over to me.

She nervously responded, "I can't. I want to be the one to dominate her. You'll..."

I knew that she would if I ordered her to. It was not my intention, however, to interfere. Instead, I thought that it would be fun to watch. She has already told her sister a little bit about me. Becky knows that we are exchanging emails. She knows that Bev has submissive fantasies and that is why she enjoys my stories.

I have seen her pictures. She is sexy and beautiful and I would enjoy just watching. I understood that Bev was afraid I would ruin it for her. That was not what I wanted to do.

I smiled disarmingly and said, "I will become a piece of furniture. I only want to watch. You will have the privacy of my home. You won't have to worry about your other sister or your husband interfering.

"You will have the use of my devices and toys. I could even film the event for your future viewing pleasure if you wish. I could provide you with advice if you desire it and a truck load of moral support. We both know that you are nervous about what you two are planning."

I shut up then to let her think about it. It was several long minutes later before she asked, "You would have to let me do what I want. You couldn't be telling me what to do. That would spoil it."

"I understand. And I agree. You could not be submissive to me and dominant to her at the same time, at least not the first time. But as has been pointed out in your emails, she hasn't had sex in a very long time. At some point, after you have taken control and begun to dominate her, I see no reason why I couldn't get lucky. Your sister wants some cock. I have one."

Bev smiled and said, "You are a pretty good fuck."

She thought about it for a few more minutes and asked, "Can I call her in private?"

I nodded.

She went out into the backyard and called her sister from her cell phone.

She came back twenty minutes later and said, "She'll be here around ten tomorrow morning. Please, Chris. Don't screw this up for me."

"You have my word. You will be in complete control from the time she arrives. And if it doesn't work out, if it becomes too awkward, I will let you leave without a word."

She would have been nervous anyway. But she was even more nervous about taking control of her older sister with me watching. She had already set it up, though. There was nothing to do now but wait and see how it went.

She asked, "Is this going to be another easy day?"

She grinned, thinking back to how many strange men fucked her yesterday after I told her it would be an easy day.

I shook my head and answered, "No. Today will probably be the hardest day yet. But the terror will be missing. Or at least the fear that life as you know it will end."

It was still hours before Curtis would drop by to pick her up. But there were things we could do to amuse ourselves until then. Or at least there were things we could do to amuse me. I'm not sure how much she'll enjoy it. But it's the sort of thing she came here for.

I sent her upstairs for the box that I put all of her new toys in. While I was waiting for her to return I turned on the three video cameras and pointed them at the rope.

When she returned I put the blind fold over her eyes and led her to the rope hanging down from the ceiling. I wove her hair back into the rope and took out the slack.

I noticed that just tying her up was enough to make her nipples hard and her breath come faster.

I attached the leather cuffs to her wrists and fastened them to a ring in the rope over her head. I attached the nipple clamps and tightened them down. Then I went into the garage. I dug around until I found some old fishing line and some soft, thin rope left over from when I owned a boat. I grabbed a selection of medium sized fishing weights and returned to my victim.

I wrapped the end of the rope around the base of one breast a couple of times and tied it off. Then I repeated the process with her other breast. I cut off two short pieces of fishing line and attached one piece to each of the nipple clamps. Then I started adding weights until each nipple was supporting just over one pound.

I greased up the larger butt plug and worked it into her. Finally I inserted a vibrator with an attachment that stimulated the clitoris. The vibrator wouldn't stay in place at first. Her pussy was sopping wet and the vibrator slid out each time I took my hand away.

I warned her that if I had to pick up the vibrator and put it back in I was going to free her hair from the rope and see if I couldn't lift her up by her tits.

With that her muscles clamped down on the vibrator and it remained in place.

She still looked a little too comfortable. So I put a little more tension on the rope. I left her like that with the vibrator going at about half speed and started taking pictures.

After taking a couple dozen pictures from all angles I put the camera down. The situation and the vibrator were starting to get to her. But she didn't come here for a good time. She came to be tormented and to amuse me.

Well, she came because I went down and got her. But we both knew what she was coming here for and she wanted it, too.

I picked up the little leather riding crop and circled her, running the end of it over her soft skin. I started pulling it back a short distance and slapping her with it. I didn't want her all bruised up and covered with welts. I just wanted it to sting.

The first strike was on the cheeks of her ass. She gasped and jerked in a reflexive response. When she jerked it started the weights on her nipples swinging and she moaned. I struck her twice more in the same place. She had the same reaction each time.

I moved around and struck her on the upper thighs, only an inch below her pussy. She started to cry out that time, but stifled it. Seconds later I struck her just above her vulva. She jerked back and cried out, and she had an orgasm!

I hit her in again in the same two places and then slashed her right across her protruding vulva. She was having an increasingly difficult time remaining in place as I used the crop on her tender flesh. But each time she jerked away she applied painful pressure to her hair and caused the weights to move. In response to the pain of pulling her own hair she would quickly struggle back into position, waiting breathlessly for the next blow. But I was getting the impression that the weights on her nipples excited her.

After several more rapid swats to her pussy she came again. I paused to remove the nipple clamps. She gasped and quietly exclaimed, "Oh my god!" as the blood flow returned to her nipples.

I removed the ropes binding her breasts. I saw some pictures on the net once showing a woman hanging by her breasts. I thought about trying that when I was installing this rope and pulley from the ceiling. But I was afraid of damaging one of the finest sets of tits I've ever seen. So I decided to skip that experiment.

Her tits didn't escape abuse though. Once they were free I picked up the riding crop and slapped them hard enough to make her jump despite the pain it caused her. I slapped the tops of her tits twice, then the underside twice. Then, when she caught her breath I struck her twice more, rapidly, one blow after the other right across her nipples.

She screamed and experienced yet another orgasm!

I left her there, struggling to take some of the weight off of her hair. I went to the kitchen and got a nice cold beer and sat in my recliner, staring at her beautiful body and enjoying a drink.

I left her there for another hour or so. Then I untied her and sent her upstairs to shower and get dressed. I followed her up to select her outfit.

Once she was in the shower I opened her suitcase and selected a nice, modest bra and panty set and a very stylish dress. I left the choice of shoes up to her. I put on a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and a pair of deck shoes and went back downstairs.

When she came downstairs thirty or forty minutes later she looked at me curiously. She didn't understand why she was dressed so nice when there were still several slut outfits she hasn't worn yet.

I let her wonder. I didn't want her to have any clues about what was coming. I didn't discuss it with Curtis. But I thought it would be more erotic if she started out looking chic and uptown before things got down and dirty.

I told her to eat something light if she was hungry. But she only wanted a drink. She was nervous because she realized that something scary and exciting was about to happen to her. It was exciting because she knew it would be one of her fantasies. It was scary for the same reason.

She got a beer and we sat together in the living room while we talked about her plans for her sister tomorrow. I offered a few suggestions but I didn't try to influence her for a couple of reasons. She knows her sister and loves her. I only know of her from the copies of their emails that she sent me. But I was pretty certain that Bev didn't have to worry about how it was going to go when her sister arrived. It looked like Becky was all in for this.

But if something went wrong, if their close relationship was adversely affected by what happened here tomorrow, I would be partly to blame. I'm honest enough to admit that I didn't want to be totally responsible. In our strange way Bev and I love each other. If we were free to do so I think we could be an amazing couple. But we aren't. She is very happily married and I have no desire to change that.

Well, that isn't entirely true. Of course I would love it if they broke up and she came to live with me. But they are in love and I wouldn't do anything to come between them.

I may never see her again after Saturday when she goes home. And she will no longer need me, my dirty mind and my dirty stories. I will probably hear from her once or twice. But then she will live her life, her fantasies realized and her new life stretching out before her as if I never existed. I understand and I don't begrudge her that. But it does make me sad. She would have been the perfect woman for me.

Bev was finally starting to relax when the doorbell rang. I sent her to answer it. I was watching from my chair. I saw the color drain from her face when she saw who was at the door. She knew she was in for a hard evening as soon as she saw who was at the door.

She had no idea what Curtis had planned for her. But she knows how his mind works. At least this time she knew that when the evening's festivities ended she would be coming back here. She didn't think she was going to end up doing donkeys for the amusement of gringo tourists in Mexico.

On the other hand, although she didn't know it yet, she would be doing something very similar tonight.

Curtis put his arm around Bev's shoulders and came in, followed by two of his friends. He said, "I see she stuck around. You didn't tell her what we have scheduled did you?"

I shook my head.

"Good. It's so much more fun when they don't know."

The way he said that made me wonder. "How often do you do this?"

"Not very often. It's pretty hard to find a broad that'll ... you know."

He looked around the room and asked, "Where's Odie?"

"He had all he could take the last time. He'll do the disks. But he doesn't want to be there."

Curtis nodded and asked, "You know where we're going, right?"

I nodded.

He pointed to the fuck bench and one of his companions went over and picked it up. He went out with it and Curtis led Bev away. She didn't struggle this time. She didn't plead with me. She shivered when his hand wrapped around her arm. But that was her only reaction.

She walked beside him, docile as a lamb to the slaughter.

I got up and followed them outside. I watched as she was put in the back of Curtis's Lincoln between his two companions. They started fucking around with her as soon as the doors were closed.

Curtis shrugged and grinned. Then he got in and drove away.

I followed in my car. We drove through town and out into the country. I followed them to a farm about half an hour out of town. We turned into the long gravel driveway and pulled around to the barn behind the house.

There were at least twenty cars already there. Before I parked and got out, three more cars pulled in and parked. Two men got out of two of them and three out of the third. I noticed that not everyone who was going to be lucky enough to rape Bev tonight was black. Three of the seven men who arrived after me were white.

I followed Curtis, his two friends and Bev in through the barn door. Curtis's two friends had stripped her on the way out here. So much for making a good impression with her stylish outfit!

There must have been fifty men and much to my surprise a few women inside. The men represented all races. There was a pretty even mix of black and white, but far fewer Asian and Mexican men, all coming together for the purpose of raping Bev and then watching the show she was going to put on. The mix of the races seemed fairly representative of the population in this area.

How about that! An equal opportunity gangbang!

Chapter 7

The loud murmur of indistinct conversation came to a sudden stop when they saw Bev. They stared openly. I heard a few whispered exclamations when they saw how beautiful she was. They were probably expecting some nasty skank.

The cameramen were on the ball. They trained their cameras on Bev as soon as she walked into the barn. They moved around her and made sure to catch the fear on her face. They also panned around the barn to show the large number of men that came here for an opportunity to rape her.

Bev was strapped down on her back on my bench. As soon as she was helpless, Curtis announced, "Alright, gentlemen. You all know the rules. Help yourselves to some of that fine pussy. The bitch can throat and you can fuck her ass if you grease her up first."

I sat down out of the way and watched as men swarmed around Bev, leaving just enough room for the cameramen to work. The first two men to stick their dicks in her didn't last very long, First one and then the other pulled out and rushed over to a punchbowl where they brought themselves to orgasm with their own hands.

Curtis was nice enough to provide a couple of attractive young ladies to help them out at the punchbowl. The men would step up to the bowl and the ladies would tease their balls or permit the men to grab some part of their anatomy while they beat off into the bowl. Then the men put their clothing in order and went to sit down. But I began to notice that after a while some, if not all of them were getting back in line for seconds.

From her position on the bench, Bev couldn't see the bowl. She didn't know that the men weren't cumming inside of her. Or at least if she did she didn't realize that they were rushing over to cum in the bowl. Their juices were being saved up until every last man couldn't get it up one more time. Then she would be fed the cum they collected.

That was just the warm up, though. Her show would get even nastier as the evening progressed.

The gangbang went on and on until long past the time it got boring. I don't know how many of those men went back for seconds. It was more than four hours before everyone that wanted to had used one or more of Bev's orifices and then rushed over to jack off into the bowl.

Once the line came to an end and everyone was sitting around on hay bales or on the floor, Curtis nodded. His two assistants got up and freed Bev from the bench. She couldn't stand on her own so they left her sitting slumped over on the bench, probably thinking her ordeal was over.

The women helping out at the punchbowl had been alternating their duties with two other women in the audience. The two who were on duty when the line of men finally came to an end emptied the contents of the punchbowl into two large glasses.

It made me gag just to look at them from across the room!

Curtis's two male assistants helped Bev to her feet again. After supporting her for a minute or two she was finally able to stand on her own. Once she was standing unassisted the two men stepped back. Curtis moved closer and spoke to her so softly that no one else could hear what he said.

She looked shocked. She shook her head. But when one of the women held out one of the glasses she took it from her.

She looked at the contents and it looked like she was going to be ill. I heard her say, "No. Please. I can't do this."

Curtis said something else to her and she looked down at his leg. I followed her gaze and noticed for the first time that he had something in his hand. I couldn't see what it was until he lifted it up and slowly held it out until it was about an inch from one of her nipples and pulled the trigger. Even from where I was, halfway across the barn from them, I saw the sparks jump between the poles on the tip of the cattle prod he was threatening her with.

Despite the size of the crowd gathered in the barn there was total silence. Everyone was watching Curtis and Bev and as my eyes moved around the room I got the impression that most of them were holding their breath. I think that a large number of those people wanted Curtis to touch that prod to her tit and pull the trigger.

The sound of electricity being turned loose was loud, even in that large, crowded room. Bev jumped when she heard the noise.

Curtis sternly warned her that if she dropped the glass she'd end up licking the contents up off of the dirty wooden floor.

He traced her nipples with the tip of the prod and then in a louder voice he snarled, "Drink it, you fucking cunt! Every last fucking drop! Think of it as practice for the next act."

I don't think she even heard the last part of his threat. She was staring in disgust at the water glass full of slimy cum.

Curtis said something else I couldn't hear. Then I watched in disbelief as Bev brought the glass to her lips and took several big gulps.

She gagged before the level of cum in the glass went down more than a quarter of an inch. She held the glass away from her face. She tried to give it back to the woman who handed it to her and was now watching her in fascination.

The woman just grinned and stood there, waiting for Curtis to make the next move.

Curtis said something else to Bev but she just shook her head. He took the glass from her and I think that Bev got the wrong impression. She looked relieved. She didn't even see it coming when he touched the tip of the prod to her nipple and pulled the trigger.

Her mouth and her eyes shot open. It looked like she was trying to scream but nothing came out.

She couldn't even pull away. Her muscles were totally out of her control.

Curtis held the trigger down for a couple of seconds before he released it and lowered the prod.

He stood there staring at Bev until she seemed to regain control of her senses. She was panting and her hands came up to cup her poor, tortured breast. She was cradling it as if it was an infant that she was holding to her breast.

I'm not sure if I can describe the look on her face. It was a mixture of terror and disbelief. She looked like she couldn't believe that he had actually done it.

Curtis, on the other hand, was smiling. The cruel look on his face was totally out of sync with the nice guy that I knew him to be. On the other hand, I wouldn't have believed him capable of placing a cattle prod against a woman's nipple and pulling the trigger or several of the other perverted things he was making Bev do. Maybe I didn't know him so well after all.

Curtis said something else and Bev reached out with shaking hands and took the glass from him. She took a deep breath and lifted it to her lips. She began to gulp it down, stopping after every few gulps to hold it away from her face, gasp for breath and get her gagging under control.

I'm not sure I can describe how I felt while I watched. I didn't want to watch. Yet I couldn't look away. It made me sick to my stomach. And yet I couldn't stop watching. I can at least say with a certain amount of pride that I did not have an erection.

She started to take the glass away from her mouth when it was empty. But Curtis held it in place until it was completely drained. Then he took it from her, handed it to the woman standing nearby and replaced it with the second glass.

Bev gagged again when she saw it. Curtis smiled and said something under his breath. I think he must have finally told her what she was going to do next, judging by the look of horror on her face.

He forced her to take the second glass of cooling cum. It wasn't quite as full. But the difference was negligible.

Bev said something to Curtis. I couldn't hear what she said. But I'm pretty certain she was pleading with him to be reasonable. That didn't work out too well for her. He raised the prod again and grinned maniacally as the tip slowly approached her nipple.

She covered her nipple, which is probably what he expected, and he changed course. The tip of the prod quickly dove down and came to rest against her red, swollen, very much abused pussy.

She cried out, "NO! I'll do it!"

He just stood there smiling at her and waiting.

She groaned. Then she took a deep breath and lifted the glass to her lips. She closed her eyes, tipped it up and began to gulp it down like a glass of cod liver oil. She gagged a couple of time. But she kept gulping that slimy, disgusting mess down.

Curtis held the tip of the prod against her pussy until she emptied the glass. He took the empty glass from her and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled her face closer and began talking.

She listened in shock, shaking her head in disbelief from time to time. But he finished whatever it was he had to say to her and then jabbed the tip of that prod back against her moist and no doubt very sore slit.

She tried to jerk away but he still had a firm grip on her hair.

He worked the tip of that prod through her slit a couple of times and spoke again. When he stopped talking she nodded weakly. Whatever it was he demanded of her she surrendered. She wasn't going to fight him and that prod anymore.

Curtis had given me an idea of what he had planned for this evening. But I didn't know everything. I didn't know about that punchbowl or the glasses of cum she would be forced to consume.

I knew about her costar in the next act of this little passion play. But again, I didn't know the details. I didn't know exactly what he was going to make her do for the amusement of the large audience or the cameramen.

I don't know how much everyone else here knew, either. But I saw a lot of surprised faces when a guy came in through a side door leading a large, obviously male horse.

The horse seemed nervous, or very spirited. I don't know if it was the large crowd in the barn or if he was just that kind of guy.

The man led the horse into the middle of the barn and tied him to a post, giving him very little slack in the reins.

Once the horse was secure the man, I'm assuming that he's the guy that own the farm, and Curtis, stood with Bev and together they apparently gave her more detailed instructions.

The two men stepped back and everyone watched while an obviously terrified Beverley cautiously approached the horse and began to try to calm him. She spoke softly, ran her hand down his neck and let him sniff her.

Bev worked her way slowly down his side until she was at his left hip. She worked her hand around on his large hip for a moment while the cameramen changed positions to catch what she was going to do next.

Her hand reached around and after feeling around blindly she located and carefully began to caress his huge testicles. His ears twitched and he snorted. He shuffled his hind legs slightly. But she spoke softly and continued to play with his nuts and it looked like he quickly decided that he liked it and he was willing to find out what she had in mind.

One of the women who had so graciously poured the cum into glasses for Bev now came to her aide again. She wrapped her hands around the end of the horse's twitching tail and pulled it out of the way so the cameramen could get a good, clear shot as Bev lean down and began to lick the horse's balls.

It appears that horses enjoy that as much as I do. I watched in amazement as the horse's cock began to slowly increase in size.

Bev continued to lick his balls until the woman holding the horse's tail sneered at her and said, "Okay, bitch. That's enough foreplay. Get down there and start sucking him off."

Bev dropped to her knees beside the horse. The cameramen adjusted their positions. One of them was right in her face when she wrapped her hands around that huge cock, leaned forward and lifted it to her lips.

She kissed it and licked it. I noticed that it was still growing. She finally took about an inch of the head of that impossibly long, thick cock into her mouth with difficulty. Then she began moving her hands up and down on his cock.

The woman who seemed to be taking control of the show from Curtis placed the bowl that all the men had ejaculated into under the horse's belly and stood back.

I was surprised at how quickly it was all over. With an animal that large, and a cock that long, I expected poor Bev to be working that cock for half an hour. But in only a couple of minutes the horse snorted and started quivering. Bev pulled her head away suddenly and aimed that huge cock at the punch bowl and pumped his cock furiously with her small hands.

She had gotten a mouthful of cum and she was gagging. I certainly couldn't blame her. But she concentrated on her aim and except for that first mouthful the animal's stream of cum all seemed to make it to the punch bowl.

I'm not sure what I was expecting. The animal's orgasm was over very quickly, though it probably seemed like longer to Bev. She stared down into the bowl with a sick look on her face until the woman who was now giving the orders picked up the bowl and held it out of the way.

The farmer led the horse away and returned a couple minutes later with a second, even larger horse. He tied the animal to the post in the same manner he had secured the first one and we all watched as the process was repeated.

Bev calmed him and worked her way down his side. She licked is balls until the woman told her to get down and finish the job. The bowl was put back in place and in a very short time the second horse ejaculated, first into Bev's mouth and then she held onto that two foot long tube of male flesh and aimed it at the bowl.

The woman took the bowl away when the horse finished ejaculating into it. She refilled the same two large drinking glasses with the horse semen that had been collected and once more we all seemed to hold our breaths as the cameras focused on Bev.

She took the first glass from the woman and stood staring at it. I wondered if she could actually bring herself to do it.

Curtis made up her mind for her. The sound of that cattle prod, very loud in the surprisingly quiet barn, caused Bev to jump in fear. She glanced at Curtis, then back down at the glass in her hand.

Her entire body shuddered violently and I was certain that she was going to be ill. But she took a deep breath, brought the glass to her lips and started gulping down the white liquid as fast as she could swallow it.

She got it down. But as soon as the glass was empty she started retching. Even the sound of the cattle prod didn't seem to get her attention. But after a long, uncomfortable moment she straightened up, her stomach back under control.

She traded the empty glass for the second full one and repeated the process. She lifted the second glass to her lips and tilted her head back and we all watched as she gulped down the disgusting contents.

When she finally consumed the horse cum and returned the empty glass, Curtis announced that if anyone wanted another shot at Bev she was available and this time they could cum inside of her.

Surprisingly, there were more than a few that did! A lot more! Apparently a lot of perverts were really turned on by the show she just put on for them. She was put back on the bench but not strapped down this time. At least a dozen men fucked her again while she held her stomach and moaned.

This time she wasn't moaning from arousal. She was tired and no doubt very sore. And she still looked like the contents of her stomach were about to come back up at anytime.

At first the men fucked her and then forced their cocks into her mouth for cleaning. But soon they got tired of waiting to fuck her pussy or her ass and some of the braver souls fucked her mouth.

I didn't understand how they could be so aroused by what they just saw. It was strange and I suppose interesting. But it certainly wasn't erotic. I didn't think so anyway. I guess that sounds strange coming from someone who writes about scenes like this in stories. But this is one of those times that the fantasy is more erotic than the reality, at least for me.

Curtis came over and joined me. We sat and sipped on a cold beer while we watched the dozen or more men fuck her. I shook my head and said, "I guess she put that fantasy to rest tonight. I'm surprised she was able to keep that crap down. She swallowed close to eighty ounces of cum!"

He replied, "Yeah, disgusting, wasn't it?"

But then he said, "You know you could make a small fortune if you sold those tapes to one of those companies that make those kinds of movies."

I shook my head and said, "No. The movies are for her. If she gets the urge again I'm pretty certain that she'll only have to look at the movie and remember what it's really like."

"You don't get it, Chris. She needs it to be this way. Women like her need to be forced to do things like this, things that sicken them when they are actually doing them, things that hurt them. That's the fantasy. I'll bet you a thousand dollars that in three or four months that little beauty will send you an email telling you her husband is going out of town again.

"The fantasies don't go away because the things we make her do were just as hard for her as she thought they would be. She'll forget the pain and remember the humiliation and she'll want to ... no, she'll NEED to do it again."

He could be right I suppose. But I think that she'll be able to satisfy her fantasies from now on by just digging those movies out of hiding and watching them with one of her new vibrators in hand.

Some of the large crowd of men had begun to leave a few at a time. But a surprising number remained. Those that weren't waiting to fuck Bev again were sitting back on a hay bale and relaxing, sipping a beer and staring at the live sex show or watching the show and discussing the evening's entertainment with someone sitting nearby.

It was almost two in the morning. I was exhausted and I was only watching. Poor Bev must be desperate for it to end. But it went on until just before dawn. They had fucked her mouth or her pussy or her ass, stopping only about thirty or forty minutes for the horse show, for just about twelve hours straight.

When she got too nasty for anyone to touch, the woman who filled the glasses with cum for her to drink would wipe her down with a damp cloth and the parade of hard cocks would continue. I didn't watch all night. I took a couple of short naps.

I know that any pleasure she might have been receiving in the beginning had long since ceased to exist. Looking back on it, I can't remember seeing her have an orgasm after the first hour or so. She was probably in too much pain.

By dawn there remained only me, Bev and Curtis in the barn. Before they fucked Bev and left, the cameramen had handed me a large canvas bag containing all of the film they had exposed that night. I asked Curtis to drop the bench by on his way home. Bev might want to use it later, after her sister arrived. That's assuming she could wake up when her sister got to town.

I carried her to my SUV and Curtis spread out a tarp in the back that I could put her down on. I didn't want my car smelling like cum the next time I took it to the carwash.

I drove home, stopping on the way at Odie's house. It was too early to wake him up. I left the bag of exposed film between his front door and the storm door and drove home.

Curtis had already dropped off the fuck bench. I unlocked my front door and put the bench back in the living room. Then I went back out to the car.

I carefully picked up Bev and carried her inside. I felt bad about not letting her just curl up and go to sleep. But she was really nasty. I sat her on the toilet. While she drained I filled the whirlpool tub with hot water. When it was ready I picked her up and lowered her into the water.

I washed her tired body while she reclined in the water. She drifted off to sleep several times while I was washing her. Once she woke up, smiled wryly and said, "That was amazing!"

I wasn't quite certain what it was that was so amazing. But I wasn't sure she was awake either.

When she was clean and the water began to cool I drained the tub and managed to get her on her feet long enough to dry her. While she was brushing her teeth I placed a suppository in her ass and rubbed some analgesic cream around and into her swollen pussy. She kept giggling while I was doing it. I have to give her credit. She's got brass balls!

I guided her to bed, set the alarm so that she could get up and start getting ready before her sister arrived, and then we both got about three hours sleep.

When the alarm went off we got up to prepare for Becky's arrival. We both looked like we had just gotten three hours sleep. Poor Bev could hardly move.

I gave her something for the pain and we drank some much needed coffee. She had surprisingly little to say about what had been done to her last night. Once she started moving around and loosening up, though, she seemed to recover quickly. She still looked tired. But she had every right to look that way.

We finished our coffee and went up to get ready. We took a quick shower together. When I was washing her back my cock got hard. She saw my erection and asked in a light, teasing manner, "Didn't you get enough last night?!"

I smiled and replied, "I didn't get lucky last night. I saw one hell of a sex show. But I was probably the only man in the county that didn't get laid."

She chuckled and asked, "Saving yourself for Becky?"

"That wasn't my intention. I just was never one to stand in line for a piece of ass. Not even an ass as pretty as yours. And it looked like you already had all the cock you could handle."

She turned around and pressed her body against mine. She kissed me and said, "Aren't you just so sweet? Well, don't worry, Chris. I'm pretty certain you are going to get lucky today."

I kissed her and said, "I don't have to. Remember that. This is all about you and your sister."

We got dressed. I expected Bev to wear one of her own outfits. But she put on one of her short skirts and one of the sheer blouses I bought for her that first day. We both agreed that it looked very good on her.

We went down stairs to await Becky's arrival. I noticed the condition the bench was in for the first time. One end of it was crusted over with dried cum.

I pointed it out to Bev and she cleaned it up. Then we discussed my part in what was about to happen. It was agreed that she would be in total control of Becky. She wasn't even going to introduce us. I planned to sit in a comfortable chair in the corner without saying a word. Bev was going to ignore me at first. I would just be there to add to Becky's embarrassment.

Chapter 8

Becky finally arrived at almost twenty after ten. We heard her pull into the driveway. I could see her through the front window from my chair when she got out of her car. She looked around as if she was almost positive she was in the wrong place. She couldn't imagine her little sister hanging out here.

Becky, like Bev, was every bit as beautiful as her picture. She was another tall blonde in her early thirties that could easily pass for a woman ten years younger. We watched through the window as Becky stretched and then slammed the door of her car and walked nervously up to my front porch.

Bev made her wait for a minute or two after she rang the bell. Then she went to the door and greeted her sister sternly. "You're late, bitch!"

That wasn't the greeting that Becky was expecting. She came here to submit to her younger sister. But she probably expected that there would be greetings and conversation first. Instead, Bev answered the door already in character.

I saw the surprise on Becky's face. I also saw the way she looked at Bev's breasts on prominent display in that sheer blouse. But then there was a brief flash of a smile and she assumed her submissive role. In a small voice she explained, "I'm sorry. I got a late start. And then I got lost when I got to this part of town. It's very confusing."

Bev replied in a steely voice, "I didn't ask for any lame excuses. Hand me your clothes!"

Becky looked shocked. She was still standing on my front porch in full view of the neighbors. I looked around to see if anyone was out and about. The teenage boy next door was sitting on his front steps with one of his friends. And they were definitely watching. I couldn't see anyone else.

Becky didn't move at first. She wasn't certain that Bev was serious. After several long moments Bev said, "You can delay as long as you like. But every minute you keep me waiting is earning you more punishment."

Becky glanced around at the neighboring houses and spotted the two teenage boys. She stuttered, "B-b-but..."

Bev snarled, "Strip, bitch!"

There were a few seconds when I thought that Becky was going to turn around and leave. But then she dropped her purse just inside my front door and slowly started to remove her clothes. She was wearing a flirty little spring dress. There wasn't anything special about it. It looked like it would be comfortable enough to travel in. She began to slowly unbutton the row of buttons all the way down the front.

She was very aware of the two boys watching her undress. But I don't think that she knew I was sitting there in the corner, watching quietly. Her attention was focused on Bev. Nor was she aware of the cross or the stocks or the benches that Bev was anxious to introduce her to.

Her hands shook visibly. It was obvious even from where I was sitting. But she finally finished unbuttoning all the buttons. She looked at Bev with a questioning look on her face as if she couldn't believe her little sister would really make her undress out on my front porch with two teenage boys watching.

Bev just stared sternly and waited.

Becky sighed and let her dress slide down off of her shoulders. Bev held out her hand and took the dress from her. She looked at her older sister standing outside of my front door in her underwear and shook her head in disgust. She said, "I should have said something before you left home this morning. I don't like you in pantyhose. Don't ever wear them again!"

Becky nodded but Bev snarled, "Don't nod at me! Say, 'Yes, ma'am.' And don't you even think about saying no to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

Becky stood outside in her bra, panties and pantyhose. She looked lost.

Bev shook her head and said, "Well? What are you waiting for?"

Becky saw movement and turned to see that the two boys from next door had come closer for a better look.

I saw the anguish on her face as she tried to ignore the boys and satisfy her sister's strange demands. She reached for the waistband of her pantyhose and began to remove them, pulling them down over her hips and then rolling them down her long, sexy legs.

She stepped out of them and then dipped at the knees to pick them up and hand them to Bev.

Bev tossed the pantyhose to Hugh and said, "Here! She won't be needing these again."

Becky reached behind her back and unfastened her bra. It slowly fell away from her breasts and she handed it to her sister. Now that she was wearing only her panties I thought I noticed a slight change in her demeanor. I could be wrong. But it looked to me that now that she was all but naked in a public place she was starting to be aroused by her situation.

She came here to submit to her sister. That was the plan all along. And she probably thought of nothing else all the way down from the upstate. But I'm sure that she envisioned something much more private, at least to begin with. I'm certain she never pictured having to undress outside my front door.

I saw Bev's lips curl up as she fought to keep from smiling. She had noticed that her sister was becoming aroused, too.

Becky groaned out loud as she began to peel down her panties in front of the boys. She handed her panties to Bev.

Bev turned them inside out and showed Becky how wet the crotch was. She finally smiled and said, "What a slut! Turn around, very, very slowly."

Becky turned around slowly, giving the boys a good show. When she was facing her sister once more she was pleading with her eyes to be let inside. Bev smiled and said, "You shouldn't be so shy. You'll end up fucking them and sucking them both off before we leave here tomorrow night anyway."

Becky didn't know whether to believe her sister or not. She stared into her eyes, trying to find some sign that Bev was teasing her.

Bev finally said, "Don't just stand there showing your ass to the entire neighborhood, you slut! Get in here and close the door. She turned and left Becky standing on the porch. It took her almost a minute to come to her senses. She was still in a fog of embarrassment.

She came to her senses suddenly and hurried inside. She quickly shut the door. Then she turned and leaned back against the door, thrilled to no longer be on public display. She had yet to notice me or my small collection of strange pieces of furniture.

She followed Bev into the living room. She came to a sudden stop when she saw the large cross against the wall. She saw the stocks, the fuck bench and the whipping bench before she finally noticed me sitting in a dark corner with my feet up, smiling in amusement. I don't think she noticed the rope hanging down from the ceiling. Everything stopped for her when she saw me.

She gasped and then screamed and covered her girly parts with her hands.

Bev yelled, "PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN!!"

Becky jumped as if her sister just slapped her. She looked back and forth between me and Bev. She was shocked. But she slowly lowered her arms to her sides.

Bev smiled and said, "That's better."

Then she walked around her sister, examining her body closely, touching her breasts and her hairless pussy. After making a complete circuit around her sister, Bev reached up and pulled her head down. Her sister is quite a bit taller than she. She kept a firm grip on Becky's hair and roughly kissed her, much like that biker kissed her in the bar.

Becky was too shocked to even react for a moment. But before long she began to respond. She pressed her body against her younger sister's and the kiss became mutual and quite passionate.

Once Becky started to return her kiss, Bev started teasing her body like a man would, exploring her breasts and teasing her pussy.

I knew that this was not Bev's first time with another woman. She told me that she had been with a friend of hers in the past. But her friend was very dominant and had seduced her. This was only her second time and this time she was in charge. I think she was enjoying the difference.

Bev broke the kiss after several long, passionate minutes and stepped back. Becky was panting, gasping for breath. She didn't even open her eyes for a long moment. When she did I could see the excitement in them. This may not be the sort of tryst she expected when Bev invited her down here. But she seemed to be quickly adjusting.

She glanced at me again. I could see that she desperately wanted to ask Bev who I was. But Bev snarled, "Don't you look at him! You forget about him. I'll probably let him fuck you later. But for now, as far as you are concerned he doesn't exist."

Becky shuddered at the thought of being turned over to a strange man for sex. But she didn't speak. She didn't refuse. She turned her gaze down submissively.

I was looking forward to the moment that Bev told her sister that I'm the man who writes the stories that have been turning her on. I was looking forward to seeing her reaction.

There was something that they mentioned in the emails they exchanged leading up to Becky coming down here to submit to her baby sister. It started when Bev described doing it after a special romantic dinner with her husband. She fed him fresh strawberries from her juicy pussy.

Becky thought that sounded very erotic. She was about to find out for herself. There was a bowl of fresh strawberries on the coffee table in anticipation of her arrival.

Bev ordered Becky to undress her. While Becky was removing the two articles of clothing that Bev was wearing, Bev asked, "Do you like my outfit? I have one just like it for you. You can wear it later when we go out to eat."

Becky smiled nervously as she removed Bev's tiny skirt. But she answered, "It's very sexy."

I don't think she really wanted to go where people would see her in it.

As soon as Becky finished undressing her, Bev sat down on the end of the sofa near my recliner. She was close enough that I could just about reach out and touch her. She picked up the bowl of strawberries and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Becky blushed and glanced at me for a fraction of a second. She has been divorced for quite some time now and unless she was keeping something from her sister it has been a very long time since she has been naked with a man in the room. She has probably never been naked when there was a man she didn't know in the room, watching every move she made.

Bev pointed to the carpet at her feet and Becky came closer. Bev lifted one leg up onto the cushion, baring her sexy pussy to her sister.

Becky sat down on the floor at her feet and stared at the exposed sex of another woman, probably for the first time. Bev selected a nice, plump, juicy strawberry and began to run it through her moist slit.

Becky stared at the strawberry. But she glanced up at Bev every few seconds and then at me. She was dying to know who I was and why she was naked in front of a complete stranger.

Bev just smiled at her. She reached down and spread the lips of her pussy open with one hand and gently inserted the strawberry about half way. She swirled it around, covering it in her juices before removing it and offering it to her sister.

Becky opened her mouth as the strawberry neared her lips. Bev touched it to her sister's lips, moving it around like lip gloss before gently placing it on her sister's tongue and watching her close her mouth around it.

It sounded pretty erotic when I read what they were planning in their emails. I underestimated just how erotic it would be! This is one of the hottest things I've ever seen! It beat the hell out of the pony show last night for pure eroticism.

Becky closed her eyes as her teeth bit into the berry. I doubt if she could taste anything but the berry. But she moaned in sexual delight as the taste exploded in her mouth.

I know that for the rest of my life, every time I eat a strawberry I will picture the scene taking place in front of me at this moment. It is etched into my memory.

Becky was still savoring the first berry as Bev began to work another one around in her juicy little pussy.

Becky swallowed and opened her eyes. Watching closely as the next berry was coated with her sister's pussy juice.

Bev moaned as she slowly drew the berry through her sex as sensually as she could. She smiled down at her older sister and asked, "Was that good, baby?"

No reply was really necessary. We could see on her face how excited she was. But she nodded and then remembered what Bev told her a few minutes ago. She quickly answered, "Yes, ma'am."

Bev smiled. She removed the second berry from her pussy but before offering it to her sister she bent down and licked her sister's lips. Then she kissed her lovingly before repeating the process of drawing the strawberry over her lips and then placing it on her tongue.

Bev straightened up and began preparing another strawberry while she watched Becky slowly devour the one in her mouth.

I watched Bev feed her sister most of the bowl of strawberries that way. They kissed with more and more passion between each berry. But before the small bowl was empty, Bev straightened out in her seat and drew Becky's face slowly down to her pussy.

Without a word, Becky tentatively tasted her sister's strawberry flavored pussy and then began to devour it.

Bev had her first orgasm almost immediately. She gripped her sister's hair in her fists and pulled her mouth hard against her slit. Her ass came up off the cushion and she cried out before experiencing a string of orgasms one right after another.

She finally couldn't take it anymore and held her sister's face away from her pussy until she could catch her breath.

It took a moment for Bev to unclench. When she realized she was hurting her sister she released her hair and bent down to kiss her. She whispered an apology. But Becky just smiled.

Bev selected another strawberry from the bowl. But this time she placed it inside of her opening and let her sister remove it with her tongue and her lips. While Becky was enjoying the Bev flavored strawberry, or the strawberry flavored Bev, whichever, Bev ran her fingers through Becky's hair and asked, "It's driving you crazy, isn't it? Would you like to know who he is?"

Becky glanced at me again. This time she let her gaze linger for a moment. I think that she noticed my erection tenting my slacks for the first time. Her eyes focused there for a second before returning to Bev.

Becky swallowed the strawberry she was chewing and replied, "Yes, ma'am."

Bev smiled and said, "You don't know him. But he has given you orgasms. You have cum reading his stories. He wrote those stories that turned you on and got your juices flowing again. He wrote the stories that gave me the nerve to sit here like this and let you eat berries from my hot cunt. I belong to him the way you belong to me now."

That kind of shocked me. I didn't expect her to admit to her sister what kind of relationship we had. I even promised her that I wouldn't say anything about it. I hoped she wasn't making a mistake.

"But not today. And not tomorrow. He is just my assistant for the next two days. He is the muscle and the cock, two of the tools I am going to use on you. But you don't belong to him. You belong to me. You're going to fuck him. You're going to suck his cock and savor his cum the way you did those strawberries. But you are my slave. I decide who fucks you and when. I decide what you wear when we go out. I decide who gets to see and touch those sexy tits. Your ass is mine, literally and figuratively."

Becky listened to what her sister was telling her. But her mind seemed to seize on the part where Bev admitted that she was my slave. She spoke just above a whisper when she asked, "You're his slave?!"

Bev smiled proudly and said, "Sweetheart, if you knew what I've been through since Sunday, I don't think your heart could stand it."

Somehow I didn't think that it would be long before Becky found out what Bev has been through since Sunday. Bev was probably dying to talk about it. I also imagine that it won't be long before Becky has seen the movies.

Over the next few minutes I watched Becky eat the rest of the strawberries out of her sister's pussy, all but the last one. Bev removed the last one from her swollen pussy and while staring into Becky's eyes she slowly placed it on her own tongue and bit into it. I almost came from watching her!

When the berries were gone, Bev stood up. She held her sister's head pressed against her mound and looked around the room at the special furniture I built for her.

I was curious to see which she would select first. She made up her mind and ordered Becky to her feet. Becky is slightly larger than Bev. But Bev was obviously in charge as she put her hand on the back of her sister's neck and guided her to the whipping bench.

She showed her sister where to put her feet and then strapped them in place with the thick leather straps. Becky figured out how it worked without being told and bent over the bench, placing her wrists where the wrist straps were waiting to secure her and render her helpless.

Bev eagerly strapped her sister down and then stood back to admire the view. It was one hell of a view. Becky's perfect ass stood out, ready for use or abuse. Her legs were slightly more than shoulder width apart and her protruding sex looked positively obscene. But I mean that in a good way.

Bev ran her hands over her sister's ass, exploring her soft, firm skin before sliding her fingers down between Becky's thighs and cupping her sex.

Becky sighed when Bev's hand enveloped her mound. But Bev didn't strap her down there to make her feel good. She had something else in mind.

It wasn't going to be all about pain, though. Before she started, she retrieved the vibrating egg from the box of toys behind the couch and easily worked it up inside of Becky's steamy pussy.

Becky moaned when she felt the penetration. Then she moaned again when Bev turned the egg on.

Bev grinned. She was really enjoying this.

The blindfold was next. Becky was now totally helpless and blindfolded. And I may be wrong, but I'm almost certain that she knew the purpose of the bench she was strapped to.

Bev brought out my small collection of spanking devices and placed them on the coffee table. I've only used two of them on her, the switch and the riding crop. There was also a paddle and a leather strap available to choose from.

She looked them over for a moment and decided to start with the ping pong paddle. She picked it up and began to gently tap Becky's sexy ass with it.

I saw Becky tensing up in anticipation of the pain to come. But she didn't ask her sister not to hit her or even ask her to take it easy. She was just a slave now ... a slave to her baby sister.

The tapping with the paddle got a little louder and then Bev drew back and let her sister have it. She didn't hit her with all of her might. But it was a lot harder than I would have hit her. I was surprised. I didn't expect that.

Apparently, neither did Becky. She screamed and then exclaimed, "HOLY SHIT!!"

But she didn't complain.

Bev started tapping again and after a minute she drew back and popped Becky on the other cheek.

Becky screamed in pain again. She pulled against the leather straps restraining her and cried out, "JESUS, BEV!"

Bev popped her twice more, one right after the other and then demanded, "What did you call me?!"

"MA'AM!! I'm sorry! I meant ma'am!"

"You bet your ass you did!"

Bev put the paddle down and picked up the switch. She swished it through the air a few times and then landed it across Becky's ass.

Becky screamed again. Bev chuckled and said, "That's nothing, sis! Wait till I turn you over and use this on your tits. Now THAT hurts!"

Over the next half hour, with my assistance, Bev moved Becky to the cross and then the stocks. She gave her a mild switching each time. Becky seemed to agree that the switch was much more unpleasant when applied to her tits.

Bev removed her sister from the stocks and we guided her to the fuck bench. I helped her down onto her back and strapped her down. As soon as her sister was helpless once more, Bev asked, "Would you like your reward, Chris? Go ahead. She's all yours."

I looked at Bev. It was an offer I couldn't refuse. But I wanted to make sure she wouldn't regret it if I took her up on it.

She smiled and moved her lips, silently mouthing the words, "It's okay. I want you to."

I spent a couple of pleasant moments exploring Becky's sexy body. I played with her nipples. I examined her surprisingly wet pussy. Then I bent down and began eating her pussy.

Becky went a little crazy when I attacked her pussy. She strained against the leather straps, struggling to raise her ass up off the bench as if offering her pussy to me. The pain was forgotten now as I licked and sucked and lightly nibbled at her most sensitive flesh. But I couldn't take much of that. My cock had been hard almost constantly since she arrived. She and her sister have been putting on one hell of a show.

I straightened up and unfastened my pants. I shucked them off quickly and began to slide my cock through her slit. I paused to remove the vibrating egg and replaced it immediately with my throbbing cock.

The egg was still on and still vibrating softly. As I started fucking her she began to cry out, urging me to fuck her harder. I was only too happy to oblige. At the same time, I began to circle her clit with the vibrating egg, not quite touching that swollen little nubbin of sensitive nerve endings.

It drove Becky crazy. She was making animal noises or something. They certainly didn't sound human! She twisted around on the bench, pulling against the straps holding her down with all of her might and screaming through one orgasm after another.

Just before I reached my own orgasm I touched the egg to her clit. She screamed as if I was putting out a cigarette there. Her body became stiff as a board and then went completely limp. She had passed out!

I took the egg away and gripped her hips. I slammed into her as my own orgasm began to subside. She started coming around again as I leaned over her, staring down at her sexy body.

When she was conscious again she started crying quietly. I was concerned at first. But then I started making out what she was mumbling under her breath. "Oh my god! Oh Jesus, Bev! I love you! That was..."

She sighed and lay still while Bev bent down and kissed her lips.

After they kissed, Bev said, "Now you have to clean his cock and thank him for that nice fuck."

I moved up to Becky's head and Bev turned her head to the side so that I could offer my cock to her lips. She stuck her tongue out and tentatively tasted our combined juices. She apparently decided that it wasn't so bad and opened her lips to admit my cock.

I slowly inserted my cock until she started to gag. Bev kissed her cheek while she sucked my cock and said, "Don't worry, Becky. You'll get over that. By tomorrow night you should be able to take any cock down your throat without any trouble at all."

Bev smiled up at me and said, "Let her clean your balls now. Then I'll see if Hugh and his friends are still next door hoping for a piece of ass."

I was surprised at Becky's reaction. There was none! She kept sucking my cock for another moment or two and then eagerly lapped my balls clean as if Bev didn't just say she was going to go looking for teenage boys to fuck her.

Bev watched her sister work for a minute and then went to the front door. I heard her call out to Hugh and then she said over her shoulder, "It looks like the gang is all there, Chris. You better let her head down."

I stepped back and looked down at Becky's face. I was really surprised that she was surrendering to this sort of treatment so quickly. I thought that Bev was the more submissive of the two girls and I knew that she had a very dirty mind when I went down to get her. But Becky is taking to this like I wouldn't have thought possible. She didn't look at all upset that some teenage boys she never met were about to use her for a sex toy. In fact, the look of lust on her face was giving me another hard on.

Bev came back in with Hugh and his eight friends in tow. I guess that Hugh must have called his friends and told them to come over because they might be getting lucky again.

Bev offered her sister to the boys, doing her best Vanna White impersonation. Then she stepped back out of the way. I took Bev by the hand and we went over and sat down on the couch to watch.

The boys swarmed over Becky. We couldn't even see her body for the young male hands that were crawling all over it. The first one to stick a couple of fingers into her pussy pulled them out quickly and wiped them on her thigh, obviously grossed out by having put his fingers into a freshly fucked cunt.

He didn't seem to have the same reservations about sticking his dick in her. He tore his pants open and pushed another boy out of the way to gain access to her pussy. He slid his hard cock through her slit a couple of times and then drove it home easily.

Hugh was first to pull his cock out and invade her mouth. He has only had his cock in one other woman's mouth, Bev's. He seemed to assume that all women were able to take a cock down their throat.

When the head of his cock struck the back of her throat she started gagging and struggled to turn her head away.

Bev turned to me and asked, "Should I tell him she can't do that?"

"I don't know! I've never sucked a cock. You're the expert on deep throat here. You tell me."

She thought about it for a minute and decided, "I guess she'll get used to it. Their cocks are a lot smaller than the one I learned on."

But then she said, "Hugh. Take it a little easy on her, okay! She hasn't learned to do that yet. Hold your cock in her mouth and let her try to do it on her own first."

Becky struggled to take the rest of the kid's cock into her throat without much success. Bev got up and went over to her. She bent down and whispered to her sister, giving cocksucking advice I assume.

Whatever she said seemed to help. After several more tries, without much success, Bev stood beside Hugh and on Becky's next attempt she shoved on Hugh's butt and his cock slipped into Becky's throat.

The three of them worked together for another minute or two and Becky seemed to finally get the hang of it. Bev came back over and got on her knees on the couch. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my hard cock. She smiled and said, "I swear! You're just like a fucking teenager!"

But then she took pity on me. She bent down and provided the same service for me that her sister was providing for Hugh.

After she swallowed my cum I traded places with her. I stretched her out on her back and she watched the boys gangbang her sister while I ate her pussy. I ate her to several strong orgasms. Then I just teased her juicy pussy while she watched the gangbang play out.

The boys had recovered from the previous gangbang with Bev. They went around and around, filling Becky with cum. One of them tried to fuck her ass after a while. I stopped him and showed them all how to get a woman ready for anal sex. I greased up his fingers and showed him how to loosen her up and stretch her out while lubricating her. She was so turned on that she had an orgasm from having her ass finger fucked.

The boys lasted more than three hours. When they were finished there wasn't another erection in the group, Bev thanked them for fucking her sister and escorted them out.

She freed her sister from the bench and the two of them went upstairs to clean up while I made supper. Neither of us had the energy to go out. Bev and I were still exhausted from last night. Becky was worn out from servicing her sister, me, and a pack of eternally horny teenage boys.

When they came back down they sat at the kitchen island and we took time out from our Dom/sub roles to enjoy a couple of adult beverages and talk openly about our experiences and fantasies for a while.

Becky was enjoying it just as much as she thought she would. And not only did it not bother her that her Dom was a sub to me; she thought that was hot, too.

Bev opened up a lot more than I thought she would, eagerly sharing some of her experiences with her sister. But she only hinted at some of the nastier things she has done. She mentioned being gangbanged, twice. She described some of the big, black cocks that have invaded her body this week. She didn't mention dogs or horses.

After a couple of drinks I was really shocked when she mentioned drinking piss.

That was something Becky had no desire to try. But she was curious and she asked Bev if she could watch her do it next time.

Bev was hinting about the existence of movies when there was a knock at the door. From my seat at the kitchen island I could see Odie's car in the driveway. I said, "Odie is here. He probably has the ... you know, from the farm."

Bev grinned and said, "Becky, go answer the door."

Becky turned bright red. But she got up instantly and went to the door like a good little slave.

Odie followed her back inside with a huge smile on his face. When he finally spotted us in the kitchen he shook his head and asked me, "How does a terrible person like you get this lucky? There just isn't any justice in the world!"

"Sorry to disappoint you, Odie. She isn't mine. She belongs to Bev."

Odie cocked an inquisitive eyebrow and Bev introduced him to her sister and her new slave.

Odie let his eyes wander freely over Becky's body for a moment before he remembered why he was here. He placed the canvas bag of carefully erased tapes and a stack of DVDs on the kitchen island and said to Bev, "You sure are something, honey. There were times my dick was hard as a rock when I was putting these things together. But I'm awful glad I didn't go. I don't know how a beautiful little thing like you could stand to do some of that shit. There was times when I flat out wanted to puke. Those guys are seriously sick. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Thank you for asking. I wouldn't want to do that again. But I'm glad I did it. It was horrible at the time. But every time I think back on it I get turned on thinking about what I did ... or what they did to me. I know that some of it ... hell, most of it was sick. But I've had fantasies like that for a long time. I'm glad I let it happen. And I'm thrilled with the movies. Thank you for all your hard work. Would you like to fuck my sister?"

Becky was listening curiously. Her normal skin tone had returned, until she was offered to another strange man. Her deep blush returned in an instant. She glanced at Bev and then at Odie.

Odie turned to her and asked, "Would you mind?"

Becky smiled self consciously and replied, "No. But it wouldn't matter if it did. I'm a slave. I do what I'm told."

Odie turned to me and asked, "How are you going to keep from committing suicide after these two leave on Saturday?"

"I've been wondering the same thing, my friend. This has been the most exciting week of my life."

Bev put her hand over mine and said, "Mine, too. You know how I feel about Dave. I would never leave him. But we are only an hour and a half apart. I come to town to see my mother all the time. Well, not all the time, not as often as she would like. Maybe it's time I started visiting my mother more often."

Then she smiled at Becky and added, "And I see no reason why I shouldn't bring my slave with me. You know, she's never been in an adult bookstore. I bet she doesn't even know what a glory hole is."

Becky blushed again and admitted that she does know what a glory hole is. Or at least she has heard the term and has a vague idea what it is.

Bev patted her hand and said, "I know where there are some. I think you should experience it.

"Now go into the living room with Odie and do whatever he wants you to do. That's a good girl."

Becky got to her feet and with her eyes modestly averted she took Odie's hand and led him into the living room.

I poured us another glass of wine and we listened to the sounds of sex from the next room while we talked about Becky and about some of the things we did this week. It has been an exhausting week of some very rough sex for Bev and some very kinky experiences.

It was still relatively early in the evening. We talked about taking her sister to the bookstore or just dressing her in nearly nothing and going to a nearby bar. But we decided to make it a light day and stay in. Besides, we had all been drinking and it was best that we didn't get behind the wheel of a car.

Things got quiet in the next room. Bev smiled and said, "Why don't we relax and watch a movie?"

I glanced at the disks that Odie just brought over.

Bev shook her head and said, "Maybe tomorrow. Not yet. Let me see how she reacts to the other one first."

Becky and Odie were coming back into the room, still naked. I noticed that Odie's cock was clean. Becky is certainly turning out to be easy to train.

I offered Odie a glass of wine. He settled for a beer. After he had his beer and Becky had another glass of wine in her hand, Bev told her sister about her first outing with Curtis. Not everything. Just the circumstances under which she thought he was taking her away. She explained the terror she felt. But she stressed that it was okay because it was the only way she could ever really experience her deepest, darkest fantasy. She left out the details.

Once Becky was aware of the background we went back in the living room. Bev put the first DVD back in the player. She sat down with her back against the arm of the couch and put one leg up on the cushion. She patted the cushion between her legs and Becky sat down and leaned back against her.

Bev tossed the remote to me and said, "My hands are going to be busy."

She put her arms around her sister and held her tight. Her hands just seemed to naturally come to rest on Becky's tits.

Becky put her legs up and got comfortable. I sat back and started the movie. I have seen the movie already. So I spent more time watching Becky as she watched the movie. It was fascinating. Her face was a strange mixture of shock and lust during most of the movie.

Don't forget, these are two archetypical Southern Belles living in the heart of Dixie. And those were a large collection of some of the biggest, blackest cocks you'll ever see anywhere.

Bev kept up a running commentary in her sister's ear all through the movie. She would comment on how she felt when something new happened or what a particularly large cock felt like when it fucked her or what she was feeling when someone did something especially cruel to her.

And all the time her hands were moving over Becky's body, teasing and stimulating mercilessly.

When the first disk came to an end, Bev whispered something in Becky's ear. Becky slid off the couch and came to me on her knees. She smiled and looked up at me. She asked in a timid voice that sounded almost like a little girl, "Would you please fuck me, sir?"

She moved a little closer and her hands slid lightly up my thighs to my hard cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and said, "If you prefer I'll suck your cock. But I really need to be fucked right now."

I always try to be a good host. She had to lean back when I got to my feet. My hard cock was bouncing right in her face. I reached down and helped her to her feet. Then I led her to the stocks.

She moaned when she saw what I had in mind. I lowered the stocks so that she would be on her knees when I locked her in. She dropped to her knees and placed her wrists and her neck in the cutouts. I locked her in place and got to my knees behind her.

I slid my hard cock between her legs a few times. It was soaking wet after just one pass. I guess it's safe to assume she's enjoying the movie so far. I wonder how she's going to react to the ending of the next disk.

I dipped down to get a better angle and worked my cock into her perfect cunt. I know that pussies are extremely resilient. But if I had to guess I would swear she was a lot closer to being a virgin than a mother of two young kids who had just been gangbanged by nine teenagers and fucked by me and a good friend of mine. Fuck her cunt is tight!

I heard Odie and Bev going at it behind me. He couldn't be bothered with my little homemade bondage devices. He stretched her out on the floor and was going to town.

I turned my full attention on Becky. I started fucking her hard and fast. At the same time I reached under her and started squeezing and pulling on her tits. When I clamped down hard on her nipples and twisted, she screamed and I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock in response.

I kept pulling and twisting and stroking into her and she quickly reached orgasm. But I didn't even slow down. She came twice more before I started getting close. When I felt my own orgasm nearing I reached one hand down and started lightly squeezing her clit between my thumb and finger.

Her entire body shuddered and she screamed so loud I was worried the neighbors could hear her. She came hard. But then she started chanting in a panting, breathless voice, "Harder! Fuck me! Yes! Cock! I want your cock! FUCK ME GOD DAMN IT!!"

I couldn't hold back any longer. I slammed into her two or three more times and let loose. When she realized I was cumming inside of her she screamed and came again.

A moment later, with my cock still buried deep inside of her, she shuddered and moaned in frustration and exclaimed, "I hate this! I want to hold you! I want to take someone in my arms and squeeze them half to death. But I can't fucking move!!"

I laughed and slowly withdrew from her most excellent pussy. I released her from the stocks. She groaned as she straightened up. Then she turned to face me and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me violently for a moment. Then she sighed and said, "I love that thing. And I love your cock. But afterwards it drives me crazy that I can't do this."

I smiled and said, "Sometimes there is a line of big black cocks waiting to fuck you and you don't have time to do this."

She grinned and shuddered. I think she would like to find out what that's like. I know the movie had held her interest for the last two hours.

She started to get up and go clean up. But she exclaimed, "Shit! I forgot!"

She bent down and sucked my cock clean eagerly. She licked my balls, carefully cleaning them. Then she got up and Bev took her hand. Bev said, "We'll be right back. Are you guys up for the second disk?"

Odie answered, "Not really. But I'm up for more of that. I guess I can put up with the disk for another piece of your sweet ass."

She went over to him and kissed him on the cheek. She said, "You are so fucking sweet. I don't know why you're friends with a nasty old bastard like Chris."

He grinned and said, "I don't either. I'm guessing it's all the free beer. That and he sends me all of his stories. I don't have to download them."

The girls returned after a quick and unnecessary shower and we sat down to watch the next disk. This time, Bev put Becky down in Odie's lap. She said, "Here, this will give you something to do when the movie bores you."

His hands went around her and she curled up comfortably in his lap. Bev came over and sat in my lap. When everyone was ready I started the second disk.

The first half of the second disk was just more of the same. There was more black cock and more terror and despair on Bev's face. Some of the men were getting tired and the fucks were becoming more mechanical. Some were bored and decided to liven things up by doing things like twisting and pulling on Bev's nipples or spitting on her and rubbing it into her tits while they fucked her mouth.

More of them lifted her legs and fucked her ass towards the end of the gang rape. But by then she was just lying there passively. She reacted to pain, but only just barely.

If we weren't having so much fun with the girls in our laps the movie would have been too repetitious to be interesting. I suppose that Bev had a different perspective since she was the victim. But even she seemed a little bored by the time the men were through fucking her.

The rapes finally came to an end and it was a relief. Bev whispered, "I hope she doesn't hate me after she sees this."

I kissed her earlobe and said, "I don't think that's something you have to worry about. She is not quite the same kind of pervert that you are. But she is a pervert. I don't know if she would want to follow in your footsteps. But I think this will interest her."

We watched as the bench she was strapped down on was lifted and the legs were shortened. The men set her back down and stepped back and we heard the scream as the first dog came charging at her.

All three of us were watching Becky's face. Her jaw dropped open and she gasped loudly as that huge dog drove his snout between Bev's thighs and began to lap furiously at the cum draining out of her and running down her legs.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, Becky stared at the screen and chanted, "Oh my god!" over and over until the dog finished filling her baby sister with dog cum and walked away.

She was in such shock that she didn't catch all of Curtis's whispered instructions to Bev before they let the next dog out. It started the same way, with the second dog slurping up the oozing cum deposited by the first.

But then he was led around to the other end of the bench, the other end of Bev, and he began lapping the streams of cum from her face. Becky covered her face with her hands when Bev's mouth opened and her tongue came out to duel with the dog's large sloppy tongue. But her fingers were spread so that she wouldn't miss it.

She gasped loudly when the dog was led up over her little sister and she watched Bev take his large cock into her mouth and down her throat without the slightest resistance. She was obviously not enjoying it. But she did everything they demanded of her.

Odie had stopped watching the movie a long time ago. He knew what was happening from watching Becky, though. I could see how he felt about it. It clearly disgusted him. I was well aware that his feelings were directed at Curtis and at me. Not at Bev.

When the second dog finished and was led away, Becky finally lowered her hands. She watched me come out of the house and release Bev from the bench. Just before the screen went dark she whispered, "Look at his face."

Everyone looked. The concern I felt was clear from my expression. The regret was there as well.

Bev turned and kissed me on the lips. She said, "Sweetheart, don't feel bad. You don't, do you? I know you did that for me. I don't have any regrets ... not if Becky is still talking to me."

She turned to look at her sister. They grinned at each other. Becky said, "You are such a cunt, ma'am! But I love you like a sister. I could never do that. But Christ! That was hot! I need a drink!"

A minute later, Odie was on top of Becky again, pounding away like crazy. I hate to admit it. But I am way past my prime and I didn't have another fuck in me. Bev, on the other hand, was primed and ready to explode. So I did the right thing and ate her sweet pussy while she watched Odie fuck her sister and enjoyed half a dozen very loud orgasms.

That was it for the night. I offered to let Odie stay in my guest room. But he only lives a short distance from me. He got dressed and went home. I asked him if he wanted to come play with us tomorrow.

He looked a little skeptical. I went out on the front porch with him and explained that the only thing on the schedule was to take Becky to the bookstore and introduce her to glory holes and then to an embarrassing lunch dressed like a slut.

He decided he could handle that. I told him I'd pick him up at around nine-thirty or ten tomorrow morning.

Becky and Bev went to the bathroom to freshen up a little. Then we went to bed. They offered to let me sleep between them. But that sounded like something that would be more fun if I was awake. It didn't sound like a comfortable way to sleep.

They curled up together on one side of the bed and I quickly fell into a deep sleep on my side.

Chapter 9

We all took a shower together in the morning. It was my intention to behave myself. But Bev dropped to her knees in the shower and said, "This could be your last chance for quite a while."

I watched her lean closer and hold my cock between her lips. She looked up at me and waited patiently.

Becky dropped to her knees beside her baby sister and stared in disbelief as the piss started to flow and Bev started swallowing furiously to keep up.

I expected Becky to be totally grossed out. So I was shocked when I realized that she was rubbing her pussy and staring in fascination.

Just as the stream was dying out, Bev pulled away and quickly guided her sister's mouth to the head of my cock. She got the last two or three little spurts. I think she enjoyed watching it a lot more than she enjoyed doing it.

We had coffee and toast and I read the paper. We didn't bother to dress until almost nine-thirty.

We gave Becky the sheer pullover top to wear. She was slightly taller than Bev, enough taller that we couldn't take a chance on the tiny skirts that Bev was wearing. She had another skirt that she brought with her. It was a very short, very sexy denim skirt. Becky squeezed into it and rolled the waistband under twice. She wouldn't want anyone she knows to see her like that. But at least she could go out without getting arrested.

We gave her a small vest to wear later when we went to lunch. Then Bev put on one of her tiny skirts and the crop top that said, "I handle large loads!" across her tits.

When Becky saw the top she laughed out loud. For a moment it took her mind off her own exposed breasts.

Bev grinned and said, "You can laugh now. But you are the cunt that's going to be drinking all the cum this morning."

Suddenly Becky wasn't so self assured.

I drove over to Odie's house and parked in the street. I asked Bev to send Becky to his door. It was mid morning on a beautiful Saturday. There were people everywhere you looked.

Bev turned in her seat and with an evil grin on her face she said, "Walk slowly. Keep your hands at your sides. And smile at anyone who looks your way."

Becky shivered at the thought of walking around in public with that top on. She might just as well be topless. But something was tickling her fancy. Her nipples were hard and sticking out like bullets.

She took a deep breath and got out of the car. I watched to see if anyone noticed. There was a chain reaction as she walked slowly up the driveway and up the sidewalk to Odie's door.

Everyone seemed to notice, one or two at a time. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stared openly. Two kids on bicycles, a boy and a girl that looked about fourteen or fifteen years old came to a screeching halt and stared in disbelief.

I saw movement in Odie's front window. He was watching Becky walk slowly up to his house. He made her wait for a minute after she rang the bell. But finally he opened the door. They spoke for another minute. I couldn't hear them. From his expression, though, I could tell he was teasing her, dragging it out.

She knew it, too. I thought I saw her finally just say the hell with it and relax. I could almost hear her telling herself that she was never going to see any of these people again.

Odie pulled his door closed and put his arm around her shoulder. His hand may or may not have come to rest on her tit as he escorted her back to the car. He smiled and nodded at the two kids as he walked past them. Then he held the door for Becky and climbed in after her.

Everyone said good morning. Becky was still a little breathless. But she smiled at Odie and said, "You son of a bitch."

Then they both laughed.

I drove straight to the bookstore that Bev and I shopped in on Monday. This was the place where she had her first gangbang. She shivered as I drove slowly up the long dirt driveway to the store. I could just about read her mind as she relived it.

I glanced in the rearview mirror. Odie was resting one hand comfortably on Becky's tit. His other hand was buried under her skirt. It was plain to see that they were both enjoying the ride.

Becky looked up and our eyes met. She was nervous. But she was ready.

I parked and shut the car off. Then Bev and I turned in our seats and watched Odie priming Becky in the backseat for a few more minutes.

He brought her right to the brink of an orgasm several times until she finally screamed, "God damn you! Let me cum!"

He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Then he said, "But Becky! I'm not that kind of guy!"

She growled in frustration as he took his hands away and opened his door. Becky looked at Bev and exclaimed, "And I thought you were cruel!"

We all got a kick out of the sexual tension building up in her. She was going to need that feeling in a few minutes.

I looked around the parking lot on the way to the door. There were probably close to thirty cars parked there. It was later in the day than when we first came here and it was Saturday. I assume that those were the reasons that there were so many men here today.

This wasn't the sort of place that one normally takes a date or even a friend. People came to places like this alone. So there were likely to be about thirty men inside. Of those at least some would probably be gay, waiting around to give some horny married guy the blowjob he couldn't get from his wife.

The same young man was behind the counter when we entered. He smiled and nodded when we came in. His eyes went first to Bev's chest. He probably recognized the top. Then he focused on Becky's tits and after that I don't think he saw anything else.

We gave Becky a tour of the place. Like most women, she has never been in one of these places before and she was amazed at many of the things they offered. Her eyes lit up when she saw the toys. I kissed the back of her neck and said, "We'll help you pick out some toys before we leave."

She blushed and said, "Thanks."

As expected, we quickly drew a crowd. Bev's tits were more or less covered. But the lower half of her pussy was exposed as well as almost two inches of butt cheek. Becky's pussy was covered. But her tits were on public display. That sheer top left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I decided to even the playing field. I ordered Bev to strip. When she was naked I told her to take her clothes over to the counter and ask the nice young man to take care of them for her.

When she returned she grinned at a very shocked Becky and said, "You might as well strip, too. You don't want to get your clothes dirty."

Becky wasn't quite so quick to undress. She dragged it out, uncomfortable with being naked in a public place, a public place devoted to sex. When she was finally naked, Bev nodded her head in the direction of the counter.

Becky looked at the men gathered around us. She could see the lust in their faces. She was nervous. But I think that she wasn't as nervous as she was pretending to be. I think she was getting very turned on and didn't want anyone to realize it.

When she returned we discussed whether we should take her into the theater or into the section with the booths with the glory holes cut in them.

Bev said, "I want to see that. We could take her back there and see how that works. Then if we get bored we can go into the theater and ... enjoy a movie for a while."

We, by that I mean everyone but Becky, agreed on that plan of action. I gave Becky ten dollars and told her to go ask the clerk for tokens.

She had no idea what I was talking about. But she took the money to the clerk and got the tokens. While she was doing that I asked Bev, "Do you just want to watch?"

When I told her to call her sister and invite her down here I promised that I wouldn't do anything to alter the changing dynamic of her relationship with her sister. But things changed last night, especially with the viewing of that movie. Bev now had very few secrets from her sister and Becky didn't seem to mind at all that her Mistress was submissive to me.

Bev quickly decided and answered, "I'd like to watch first. But this glory hole idea really sounds exciting. The idea of sucking a guys cock and never seeing anything but his cock, that's kind of hot. I think I'd like to try it once or twice ... if you order me to."

I grinned and nodded.

Becky returned with a handful of tokens. She held them out to me and asked, "What are these for?"

She has heard of glory holes. And she had a vague idea of what they were. But she really didn't know anything about them except that it was a place that guys could get someone to suck their cocks.

I smiled and said, "That's what it will cost us to put you to work sucking anonymous cocks."

She didn't really get it. But it didn't matter. Whatever this was all about, she was horny enough to go along.

We entered the long, dark hallway in the back. It was lined on either side by narrow, closely spaced doors. Once our eyes adjusted to the dark we noticed men standing in the hallway or waiting just inside the doors of a few of the small cubicles. When we entered and they saw that two of us were beautiful, naked women you could suddenly see the whites of everyone's eyes. I'm pretty certain that this had never happened in here before.

We walked slowly down the hallway, past several men, with most of the men from out front following behind. I selected a booth near the end because it had a glory hole on both walls and it was near the restroom if things got messy.

I stepped into the small cubicle and put a couple of dollars worth of tokens into the slot. I didn't even look to see what the movie was when it started. I only started it for the illumination it would provide.

I pulled Becky close and said, "Go in there and get on your knees. You will see holes in the walls on either side of you. Before long some guy is going to stick his cock through one of those holes. You start giving the best blowjobs you know how until we get tired of watching and decide to leave. After the first guy cums, check the hole behind you. There is a lot of cock in this room right now. And it all wants you. We will let you know when you've sucked enough cocks to satisfy us.

Before I pushed her into the room I reached down and stuck two fingers into her pussy. She gasped and stiffened up. She was sopping wet. My knuckles became damp from the moisture on her thighs! I guess we didn't have to worry about her.

I kissed her forehead and whispered, "Have fun."

Then I pushed her inside.

Bev came closer and leaned against me. I held her close and together we watched as a cock slowly appeared in the hole to Becky's right. She stared at it for a moment. She nervously glanced at us. We were standing there in the open door watching every move she made. She turned back to the anonymous cock and reached out to caress it.

Becky's light touch was all the encouragement the owner of the disembodied cock needed. He leaned forward, thrusting his belly against the wall between them and his cock and balls were dangling in front of Becky's amazed face.

I think I saw a small grin curl up her lips before she leaned forward and began making love to some strange man's cock. As her lips wrapped around it, Bev shivered in excitement and exclaimed in a whisper, "Fuck that's hot! I want to do that!"

We watched for a little while first. The first man came in Becky's mouth and she gulped his cum down eagerly. She glanced behind her to see another cock sticking through the other hole, ready and waiting.

We watched as an overweight, middle aged bald man came out of the first booth with a satisfied grin on his face. There was a scramble for the booth as he moved out of the way. A large black man elbowed his way in and before long a large black cock was sticking through the hole waiting for Becky to finish sucking off her second customer.

What I found so amusing was all of these men who were lined up to have that beautiful woman suck them off were, almost without exception, men to whom it is highly unlikely she would have given the time of day if they met on the street. Most of them were older, overweight, dressed like geeks; they were men that women like Becky and Bev never even met in their real life. And I'm willing to bet that the men were well aware of it. These two beautiful women looked stylish and sophisticated even in the nude.

We watched closely when Becky turned around and was faced with her first black cock. She stared at it for a second. She slowly reached out her hand and began to run her hands over it almost reverently. She looked up at us and whispered, "It's so dark!"

Then she bent down and began to kiss and lick it lovingly.

She took it in her mouth and started sucking it like the slut she has become, at least for today. She tried very hard to get it down into her throat. But it was just too fat. She couldn't make it go down.

He may not have gotten deep throat. But he got a first class blowjob and judging by his smile when he finally left the booth he realized it.

Bev tugged on my sleeve, looking up at me anxiously. I looked down the hallway and saw more than a dozen men lined up waiting their turn. I even saw the black guy that just got sucked off get back in line.

I examined the booth behind me on the other side of the hallway. It was just like the one Becky was in. It had a glory hole in each wall. I handed Bev about half the tokens and pointed out the coin slot. She smiled and went into the booth. She deposited the coins while men scrambled to get into the booths on either side of her.

I watched in amusement as cocks quickly came into her booth from both sides and she looked at them, trying to decide which one she wanted to suck on first.

I looked up at Odie to see how he felt about all this anonymous sex. I guess as long as no one is being terrified or getting raped by animals he doesn't have a problem with it. He grinned and shrugged. I couldn't be sure. The light was very dim in the hallway. But it looked like he had a hard on.

I leaned closer and suggested that if he didn't want to wait he could probably fuck either one of them while they were sucking off strange men through glory holes. He shook his head and said, "No. I think I'll wait. I'll get my chance later, right?"

I smiled and nodded. But his question reminded me that they were leaving this evening. I was really going to miss all this excitement. And the truth is, as much as I tried to hide it, I would marry this woman in a heartbeat. I fell in love during our email exchange, before I ever met her. She is the perfect woman for me. The perfect slut.

I never expected to meet her in person. I never thought we would get to play the games we toyed with in our emails. At least now we will have the memories. She'll go home to her loving husband with a nasty secret to keep. But what he doesn't know won't hurt him. And hell, he owes me. I've done a lot to spice up his marriage. He'll never know it. But I've put a lot of excitement in his life.

We stayed there until the line disappeared. New men came in from time to time and joined the line. Others found out what it was for and went home when they realized they wouldn't be sucking any cocks in there this morning.

With both of them working it took them only a little over an hour to satisfy everyone. A few men got back in line for seconds. But most of them left after their blowjobs, smiling and happy.

We decided to pass on the theater. There might be a few more men out there that could still use a good blowjob or a piece of first class ass. But it was getting close to lunch time and I thought they'd had enough.

We went back out to get their clothes. On the way out I realized I still had a handful of tokens. I handed them to some startled guy that was just coming in; unaware that he missed all the fun.

Before we left the store we helped Becky pick out some interesting toys, enough to fill a toy chest. While I paid for them the girls stood right there by the cash register and got dressed as casually as if they were at home alone.

We went out to the car. As soon as we were all inside the girls exploded in excited laughter and began to compare notes. They talked excitedly for several minutes about what they just did. Then Bev's face grew sad and she whispered to me, "I could never do that without you there."

I smiled affectionately at her and pulled her close for a kiss. When she realized what I was going to do she put her arms up to stop me and exclaimed, "No! Wait until I..."

That was as far she got before I planted my lips on hers. Fuck it. I didn't care if she just sucked off close to a dozen strange men. I love the bitch.

I kissed her and then I held her in my arms, not very easy with that honking big armrest between us. Finally I said, "I'll always be here for you. If you want to play again someday just call me. I can come down there and you know you will always be welcome here."

When I let her go she had tears in her eyes. She was embarrassed because she was crying. She took a tissue from the dispenser in the armrest and said, "You son of a bitch! I wasn't going to do this. Bastard!"

We heard a very worried Becky in the backseat whisper, "Bev?"

Bev turned and smiled at Becky. She said, "Don't worry, Becky. I still love David. I'm not going to run away. But god! I lived my fantasies this week! Not many women can say that. I don't know if I can just put them away now and never take them out and play with them again.

"But don't worry. Chris is a good man. He won't let me do anything to endanger my marriage. And he knows that I'm always going to be tempted."

I started the car and said, "That's enough of this soap opera shit. You two cunts shut up before I take my belt off."

They smiled at each other. Then Bev punched my shoulder and said, "If you don't want to take your belt off, you haven't used that ping pong paddle on me yet."

"Yeah. And I'm pissed about that, because it's too late now. Your husband will be getting a good look at your ass tomorrow. You don't want to have to explain why it's all bruised and battered."

We ate lunch out by the marsh at a popular restaurant with a nice deck out back. It was pretty crowded. And we ended up having to sneak out before we finished our meal when Becky saw a friend of their mother's come out and take a seat on the other side of the deck. We are pretty certain she didn't see us. But it certainly ruined the mood.

I drove us back to Odie's house so that he could get his car. Then we all went back to my place. The ladies put on a little show for us. Then I took Bev upstairs and we made love in my bed while Odie and Becky played in the living room.

It was the first and only time that we made love instead of having sex, usually very rough sex. I have always loved lots of teasing, lots of foreplay. We spent almost three hours driving each other crazy. Then we just held onto each other for a little while.

Becky finally came up and tapped on our open door. We looked up and she said, "I'm sorry. But we need to get ready. We need to leave soon."

Bev sighed and kissed me again. Then she got up and went into my bathroom with her sister to take a shower.

I got dressed and went downstairs. Odie had already gone home. When I heard them moving around upstairs I went back up so that I could carry Bev's suitcases down to her car.

There was a moment of panic when we didn't remember where her keys were. I found them by the phone in the kitchen and loaded her suitcases into the trunk of her car.

I held her and kissed her one last time. I said, "I'll email you my phone number. Call me when you get home. I want to know that you're safe."

She nodded. She was too choked up to speak. I asked, "Are you okay to drive?"

She nodded again. I opened the garage door and stood there trying to look stoic while they drove off towards the Interstate.

When they were out of sight I closed the garage door and went into my house. I thought back to when my wife left me. It had been so pleasantly quiet after she left. It was different now. It was quiet again. But the quiet seemed so oppressive. It sneered at me. It wasn't a relief now, it was an accusation.

I went upstairs and checked my email. I have gotten way behind. I think I only checked my email one time this week.

I am also way behind on my writing. I certainly didn't feel like writing at the moment, though. And I didn't feel like answering email. I sent an email to Bev with my phone number. Then I sat back and tried watching a little bit of Countdown. I had hours of shows to keep me busy for at least a week.

I didn't get past the opening. I turned it off and sat there in the dark, hoping I hadn't made a mistake. This was the most exciting week of my life. But now that Bev was gone I was able to think straight. I hoped I hadn't complicated her life too much.

I acted on a spur of the moment whim. I didn't put much thought into how it would affect her life if I went down there and kidnapped her and did the things we did this week. I would give my left nut to be able to be the man in her life. But she loves her husband and I am not the kind of man that breaks up marriages, despite what a casual observer might think. I was having serious second thoughts.

But god! It had been so exciting!

I sat there with my thoughts running in circles in my head until the phone rang. She and her sister arrived safely. She sounded great. She sounded like she was stepping happily back into her life. Of course the excitement wasn't over for her. She has a new slave to finish breaking in. She has her beautiful sister to distract her.

We talked for about half an hour and said goodbye. After that we returned to our email relationship. She sometimes sends me nude pictures of her or her sister, or the two of them together taken by their other sister. We sometimes talk about getting together again. But it never quite works out. We talk about the things we did when she spent that week here. We talk about things we didn't do that might be exciting. There isn't much. We experienced most of her fantasies.

She sometimes talks about taking Becky to that bookstore where I picked her up. But they never quite get up the nerve.

We are still friends. We exchange emails all the time. She has even called a couple of times when she was alone and wanted someone to talk to. But I don't imagine I'll ever see her again. That's probably for the best. It hurts too much when she leaves.

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