Pauline The Slut - Part 30: Dogs Life 
 I woke the next morning on the floor of the cellar with my hands tied to a hanging bar. Everyone else had gone. The Mexican girl, Rosa, brought me some food and water and left. It was a few hours before Beth and Ellie arrived. 
 

They pulled the rope attached to the bar holding my hands. I was brought to my feet. Beth stood in front of me while Ellie stood behind. They ran their hands up and down my body, scraping and pinching before Beth concentrated on my vagina and Ellie on my asshole. They were soon fingering both my holes with one hand while their other hand teased my nipples and clitoris. 
 

This continued for sometime before they both looked at each other and smiled. Together they both shoved their fists up my cunt and ass. I screamed in pain. They punched in and out laughing all the time before they started to swing me from side to side and back and forth using the fists inserted inside me. My screams were continuous as their pace quickened.  
 

They only stopped when one of the men who I didn't know arrived in. He wanted to piss on me so the women lowered me to the floor and left me for him. He had me open my mouth and pissed into it. I couldn't swallow all of it and soon I was choking and there was urine running down my body. 
 

Throughout the day people came into the cellar to use me, men, women, couples and groups. Later Rosa returned with some food. When I finished she hosed me down. That evening I could hear a party going on upstairs. Later in the night everyone arrived down to the cellar and my torture at the hands of the young Rosa started again. 
 

She wheeled a trolley to the centre of the room and told me to lie face down on it. When I did, she handcuffed my hands together and pulled them above my head locking them to the top of the trolley. She then chained each ankle to a corner of the trolley. 
 

She pressed a button on the side. The trolley started to hum before rows of pins started rise from the surface piercing every part of my body. I tried to avoid the pins by raising my body from the trolley. As I did so I heard a whistling sound before feeling a stinging pain across my buttocks. Then another across my back. I looked sideways to see Rosa with a whip in her hand. Another lash, then another forcing my body on to the pins. 
 

The next day, Rosa brought me back to my dog house. People were leaving. The next few days were spent in the dog house with Rosa feeding me and letting me out to go to the bathroom. On Thursday, my husband and Beth left with some suitcases. 
 

As Rosa was feeding me on Friday, my son Donal, arrived. He sat down in a garden seat. As Rosa was about to open the dog house to let me out he shouted at her to stop. He called her over and spoke with her. She went inside the house and returned with a collar, lead and riding crop.  

  She came over to me, put the collar and lead on me. She instructed me to get on all fours and to walk on all fours. She brought me out of the dog house and walked me to the edge of some trees. I looked at her. She hit me on the ass with the riding crop and told me to go to the toilet there.   
  

I started to stand up to object when she pulled on the lead choking me while at the same time beating me with the crop. "Get back on all fours bitch. You'll go to the toilet like the slut bitch you are. Now get on with it."  
  

I looked over at my son but he just smiled. I received a few more belts of the crop. I spread my legs and started to urinate. When I finished Rosa hit me on the ass again and said "Now bend down and smell your piss." I lowered my head to the spot where I had urinated and sniffed.   
 "Time for a walk." She took me for a walk around the garden. On all fours I struggled to keep up with her. I fell over several times. She would just pull on the lead, choking me until I got back on all fours.  
 

After taking me around the garden several times she brought me over to Donal. He took the riding crop off Rosa and threw it out on the grass "Go fetch.". 
 

I looked at him, tears in my eyes. I turned and went on all fours to retrieve the crop. When I returned with the crop he had stripped naked and Rosa was on her knees sucking his cock. He continued to throw the crop for me to fetch.   
 With me on all fours he got behind me and positioned his cock against my asshole. He pushed and started to fuck me. Rosa lay in front of me with her legs spread. I was about to start eating her cunt when she urinated. It squirted straight into my face. Donal forced my head down into her cunt as the piss continued. When she finished I cleaned her cunt as Donal came in my ass.  
  

I remained on all fours for the rest of the day. Donal would pat me on the head and have me do tricks for him just like a real dog. Later that day, Rosa arrived back to the house. She handed Donal a bag. He called me over and took off my collar. He then took a new collar out of the bag. It had 'Mom' written on it. He put it on me. He then faced fucked me shooting his cum straight into my stomach.  
 

I spent the next few days on all fours been treated like a dog. Then one morning he brought me into the house there were two suitcases by the door. He handed me a short skimpy blue dress to wear. I went to take off the collar but he told me to keep it on.  
 

We headed for the airport. At the airport everyone was looking at me. As we went through security, the metal detector sounded. It was my collar. I was so embarrassed as I handed the collar to the security guard. He smirked as he read it and then looked at Donal.   
  

On the plane, I sat in the middle seat while Donal sat by the window. A middle aged man sat on the outside. As the flight went by Donal turned towards me and started to fondle my breast, then parted my legs and fingered my cunt. The man beside us took a great interest. Then Donal told me to head for the toilets. He followed me into a toilet and had me suck his cock before he got me to spread my legs and fucked me.  
 

He went back to the seat. I cleaned myself and followed him back. When I sat down he was talking to the man. "I just fucked my mother in the toilet. We're now members of the mile high club." The man looked at me. "She's your mother." He then spotted my collar.  
 

"She's sex mad." Donal said "She's a pure slut. You can take her for a fuck if you want."   
 

"Really" 
 

"Go on. She'd love too." 
 

The man got up and headed for the toilet. Donal told me to follow him. I reluctantly headed for the toilet to be fucked a second time.  

Pauline The Slut - Part 23: Anne Gets Used 
When Anne came back down, my husband went over to her and thrust his hand between her legs, roughly feeling around her vagina.
 

 "Good slut, that's nice and smooth." He pushed her back on the couch, knelt in front of her, spread her legs and started eating her cunt. After a few minutes she was struggling not to respond to his assault. She closed her eyes and threw her head back. She was breathing heavily. He broke away before she reached her orgasm.  

He got his camera and started to film her. "Finish yourself off." He instructed her. She slipped her hand between her legs and start to play with her clitoris while her other hand started to finger her cunt. She was soon gyrating on the couch, moaning and groaning. It wasn't long until she reached her orgasm.  

" Now lick your fingers." Without any hesitation she brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them. I was shocked that she did this without any protest.  

Get down on all fours. He turned to me. "Go put on the gift I bought you." I had already been told what the plan for the rest of the day was and everything I had to do.  

When I returned he was standing in front of her with his cock in her mouth. He nodded at me. I positioned myself behind her and placed my new strap-on against her vagina. She tried to turn around but my husband held her head tightly. "Keep sucking slut while your sister fucks your cunt." She muttered something from her cock filled mouth and tried to get up but my husband grabbed her nipples and pulled hard. A muffled scream came from her throat as I pushed into her vagina. My husband continued to pull and twist her nipples until she started to suck his cock again. By now the two of us were ramming her from both ends.  

 He then took his cock out and we switched positions. She refused to take the strap-on in her mouth. "Suck it slut unless you want to get your ass whipped." She still refused. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the coffee table on which he had left the riding crop. He started to lash across her arse and back. She was screaming and tears were running down her face. He then turned her around and lashed her breasts. She tried to protect them but this left her vagina exposed and he landed a lash directly on her cunt lips. She howled and begged him to stop. 
 

He signalled for me to come over and stand in front of her. I pushed the strap-on towards her mouth. She opened up and started to suck. He pushed her forward and started to fuck her again. When he finished cumming he pushed me out of the way and told her to clean his cock. She looked up at him and was about to protest until she seen him raise the riding crop. She took his cock in her mouth and cleaned both their juices from it. 
 

He picked up his camera and started filming me fucking her in various positions. She then put on the strap-on and he filmed her doing the same to me. When he filmed enough he went to his computer and edited the film. We were told to go and put on two bikinis. When we came back he had set up three cameras out in the garden. The next hour or so was spent with us putting on various lesbian scenes for the cameras. 
 

After lunch we went to the bedroom. I had the strap-on and lay on the bed. Anne was told to mount me. We were fucking for a few minutes before my husband took off his clothes. She could not see him as he oiled up his cock. He then got on the bed behind her and positioned his cock against her asshole. She went crazy and tried to get up. But he pushed her down and she was imbedded on the strap-on. 
 

"No, not there. I don't do that." she pleaded. 
 

"You do now. I'm going to fuck that virgin ass and when I'm finished your slut sister is going to fuck your ass. By the time you head back to Jim you'll have a sore, stretched, well used ass." 
 

He pushed into her ass and she roared in agony. "Keep fucking her slut." he ordered me as he pushed further up her ass. Her face had a tortured look as both her holes were filled. Her screams just seemed to encourage him more and he pounded harder into her. He filled her ass with his cum. He took his cock out and moved up the bed beside us. He took my head and had me clean his cock. I then pushed her off me, got on top and pushed the strap-on into her ass. She screamed again. I pounded away as my husband filmed her face and then my face before lowering the camera to her ass and me fucking her with the strap-on. 

By the time she left 3 days later, her ass had been fucked more than 20 times. She had learned to clean my husband cum coverd cock each time he took it out. She was also cleaning his cum out of my cunt. She had become my husband's slut. As she was getting in the taxi for the airport he handed her the video from the first night. "A souvenir of your visit. I have plenty more to watch when your slut sister is sucking my cock"
 

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My confession:
My mother and I where living with her boyfriend. They had been together for a couple of years. As time went on they would argue alot. It never got physical but it got very loud at times.
I liked him as he was fun, funny and oh so good looking. He was working in construction and would always wear tight jeans and t shirts. Very muscular but not to excess.
I came home and threw my book bag on my bed and headed to the kitchen for a after school snack. As usual I could not reach the cookies I wanted so I hopped up on the counter and grabbed the cookies and sat back down on the counter.
I heard his truck pull into the drive. "A little early for him to be home" i remember telling myself.
I opened the bag and began to eat me a chips ahoy. I heard him come through the door and a few seconds later I heard his keys hit the dresser in thier bedroom.
He came into the kitchen and with a startled look said oh hey Carlina I did not know you were home!
"Yes I have never seen you home this early before" I said. That is when he told me he was moving out. I was shocked and worried as Mom and I had been homeless before. I asked him if Mom and I where moving as well. "Not that I know of" he said.
He walked to the frig that I was sitting next to reached in and grabbed a beer.
"so when are you leaving I blurted out"! "Tommorow" he said.
This made me very sad. He moved in front of me reached out and his hand grabbed my chin gently raising my head up and said oh don't be sad. I am leaving your mother and this has nothing to do with you.
I reached out for a big hug and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. His head rested on my shoulder and I could feel his warm breath on my neck and I let out a small moan. He proclaimed he was a vampire and began to nibble on my neck.
Something I had never felt before came over me. I started kissing him on his cheek feeling that man stubble on his face.
Our lips met and passionate wet kisses made my pussy tingle. He picked me up off of that counter and carried me to his and my moms bed. He gently laid me down and he laid down on top of me both of us fully clothed. I knew this was not right but I wanted it. It was as though it was a drug and all I wanted was more. He was softly grinding his pelvis into mine and within two minutes I came as I had never before from my masterbation sessions.
He stopped and we both laid there breathing as though we had just ran a mile.
Suddenly he said "I am sorry I do not know what came over me" "Please do not stop" I said.
He lifted my shirt and bra up and began to kiss and suck on my still developing
breast. While he was doing that I was feverishly trying to un buckle my belt and rip my pants off. I was on fire. I wanted this man to take me anywhere he wanted to go.
I finally got my pants off and he slowly kissed his way to my panties. He kissed and touched and rubbed my clit and suddenly put my whole pussy in his mouth. I could feel his tongue in me and I had a roaring orgasam. He licked me clean and started on my clit. He would tease sucking on it then lashing my clitt with his tongue. I felt my clit swell and again I came shaking and pounding my pussy agaist his face.
He rose up on his knees undid his pants and pulled out a thick large penis. This was the first penis on a man I had ever seen. He stroked it a few times and came all over my pussy.
He laid back on top of me and whispered in my ear please do not tell anyone about this ever. I do not want to go to jail forever.
He kissed me on the cheek and got up and handed me a towel.
He moved out two days later and we have not heard from him since. It has been 10 years today. I would love for him to come back and give me the fucking I deserved. I have no idea why he did not fuck me. He would have gotten a virgin.
No man or woman (and I have tried both) has ever made me orgasam like he did.
Until now I have never told anyone.
Please Clint come back to me!

Waiting for Sylver to tongue lash this….

Men MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

I confess I let my ex husband trade me to a horny old man in exchange for his younger prettier daughter ~
I barely remember leaving the bar where we spent the night celebrating his new job.. just flashes of driving home. But I do remember being confused about why I was in the back seat of our car with a very old man. Glaring at the front seat, where I normally sat, was a thin, young blond girl. (Later finding out she was only 19). The cold air woke me up some as I walked towards our front door with my arm being held tight by the old man. Looking ahead I see my husband guiding the blonde through our front door and straight to the couch where he proceeded to ask how he could make her comfortable. We all four ended up in our living room where I was ordered to serve drinks that I was unable to have. He made it clear he wanted me awake the rest of the night. After watching him through a few drinks and some conversation, it was obvious my husband had made an agreement to swap me with that young blonde that he was pampering.
When it dawned on me what was happening I immediately looked to my right to see the obese old man grinning. He sat in a flannel plaid shirt that barely covered his beer belly and sweat pouring off him like a waterfall. He stripped nude and giggled as he told me the years of ideas he had built up for me, being the limitless toy my husband told him I was. I called out for my husband but he ignored my pleas as the old man held me down and forcefully ripped my clothes off. Before I could fully comprehend what was happening by hands were cuffed together around the foot of the couch. He left me their shivering as he made a trip to the car and bathroom. I was left to see my husband already undressing his toy gently as he kissed her slowly down her perfectly tight body and perky boobs. The butterflies in my stomach went crazy and I began to feel nauseous with jealousy and the betrayal of him breaking our rule about agreeing to just such events. I began to cry which prompted my husband to look up with a proud grin and say “Aren’t you happy I am getting what I deserve? Aren’t you excited to see my cock the hardest and happier that you can make it?” Then he stood and removed his clothes to reveal his throbbing, rock hard cock. I drooled with my mouth open at the sight then smiled through my tears as I remembered that his pleasure was more important than my needs or feelings. I could hear the girl begin to giggle and that was his cue to lay back down with her. I was so entranced watching the pleasure on his face I didn’t realize the old man was back in the room.
I had never seen an uglier sight as that man naked. He was setting down a small black suitcase to uncuff me from the couch. He ordered me to crawl to the dining room that was in direct view of the living room. I soon found myself tied to chair legs, stretched and on all 4’s decorated with a dog collar, leash and ass plug tail inserted abruptly. My instinct was to struggle but my training told me to be still and wait for instructions. I shook with anxiety as I waited to see the next tool we would be pulling from his suitcase. I wasn’t surprised to see a ball gag and whip. I glanced at Rick to see if he even noticed what was going on or if he was going to intervene because he had never let another man abuse me in BDSM fashion. Up until now I had only been ordered to give blow jobs to a few of his friends. To my disappointment he was totally hypnotized by his sexy girl…. still kissing and rubbing like teenagers.
My concentration was broke by the crack of the old man’s whip on my bare ass. I howled out loud as i felt the pain travel down my legs. (Once again I looked to Rick and he hadn’t even flinched). “You are my dog to train for the night” the old man demanded. “No talking, no walking up-right and obey without hesitation or you will be whipped”. I looked up at him with my tear filled eyes and nodded agreeingly. He nodded back and sat in a chair facing my side and began to train his new dog. I am thankful that night was started with heavy drinking and remember only flashes and pieces of it. For what seemed like hours he sat in that chair and ordered me like a dog to sit, beg, bark and hump a pile of pillows while he stroked his old, wrinkled cock that was hiding under his belly, laughing. I remember towards the end of the training, my body was red with shame and my pussy embarrassingly wet when he had me turn around and I could finally get a glimpse of Rick. It was the exact moment he came in her with the most exhilarating look of relief and pleasure I have ever seen him have. I got lost in watching his pleasure but soon snapped out of it with a slap to my face. I hadn’t noticed the old man standing in front of me taking off my ball gag. “You should be trained enough to untie” he boasted as he freed my limbs. He told me to sit on my feet, paws up and begging like a dog. He proceeded to tie my tits individually from base to nipple with a thin wire as he explained dogs need long udders and mine were ruined anyway. After the last pull to tighten the rope he shoved his wrinkled cock in my mouth while using my hair as handles to push. As he fucked my face I could hear Rick and the girl getting dressed and giggling over drinks in the other room. Before I knew it he was pulling his cock out and walking behind me. He grabbed my leash and said “bark the whole time I fuck you or you will get beat”. That statement woke me up with flurries of shame and embarrassment knowing they could hear me. Pulling my collar tight he rammed his cock in relentlessly. I was focused on bracing myself to stay up when I realized simultaneously with a streak of pain on my back from the whip that I forgot to bark. Still squealing from pain I started reluctantly to bark with the second thrust like a hurt poodle. “Good dog” he moaned and pumped faster as he pulled my collar tight. I was gasping for air and still trying to bark when they walked in the kitchen to get a look. I thought I was about to pass out when his body finally dropped on top of me in what felt like seizures. I was unable to move at all but could hear Rick demanding I get up and bring him and our guests more beer. Even with everything going on, I was completely frozen with thoughts that a stranger just came in my pussy without protection. That old man finally rolled off of me and said “keep the collar on and bring our beers to the living room dog.” I replied with a bark and crawled to the refrigerator to drag a 6-pak with my teeth. I knew stanking would get me whipped and I think I had enough of that especially with the already burning pain from my still tied tits. I was hoping this would be the last chore of the night and they would be going home soon after.
I finally got everyone served and sitting submissively waiting for everyone to finish their chats and beers when the conversation and glares turned to me. I was visually scared and shaking as Rick explained that he had to promise me to the old man the whole night for his “special needs” & abuse in exchange for conventional sex with the blonde slut. Rick handed the girl a pretty satin nighty and told her to get comfortable and get in our bed. After she left the room he told me to lay on our coffee table, tits up. He proceeded to tie my hands and feet to the legs of the table. The fear was so great that I had my eyes closed and wanted to run.. to denounce my cuckquean title and just hide. He kicked the table hard, pulled his cock out of his pants and in his sweetest voice he said “Look at this hard cock and know how well you are pleasing me”. I replied with a simple smile and opened my eyes. He finished to say with an evil smirk “It seems ‘ol boy has a thing for paralyzed and passed out chicks, so you won’t remember much”. I immediately started to struggle with the ropes as I thought “how is he going to get me passed out”? They both laughed knowing I wasn’t going anywhere. Rick sat down on the couch watching and stroking as the old man pulled a special pill out of his pocket and before I knew it had it pushed down my throat. As I got dizzy I remember thinking at least he’s not choking me and Rick is hard looking at me.
I was awake but blurry and I became almost paralyzed. The girl walked back in the room and plopped back down on the couch next to Rick. She took over stroking his cock and remarked how she will never be an old used whore like me. The next thing I remember they were laughing and doing lines of coke off my belly then, Rick told her it was time to go to bed and leave the old man to his business. I couldn’t move to see but, I know he was leading her to our comfortable huge bed while I was strapped to a wooden table. I blacked out over and over but woke sharply to each crack of the old mans whip on my body… to vague visions of him on top of me pounding away… his huge ass cheeks smothering my face… to flashes of him grunting as he gave my tits lashings with his whip…. then to blackness.
The sun rose and I found myself still tied to the table. My tits were unbound but purple with rope marks and burns. I felt welts and pain all over my body from the thin whip he fancies and burning in my ass and pussy from an apparent long night of fucking. The ball gag was back in my mouth and could see the old man still naked sleeping on the couch next to me. I prayed Rick would wake up first telling me it was all over. I did not get that lucky. Soon he woke already grabbing his cock and staring at me. I was so sober and awake I knew I would remember and feel every disgusting touch of him and there was nothing I could do. I mumbled “the night’s over” through my gag and he replied “He said the whole night and the nights not over until he wakes up and gives back my girl”. He tied his sweaty stinky t-shirt around my mouth over the gag to muffle any possible sounds. To my surprise I saw him adjusting and turning on a video camera that I’m assuming was on all night. He came back to me and straddled the table over my face. He began to rub from his ass to his cock on my face, holding my hair and grinding. I started gasping for air and struggling when he mumbled through a sinister laugh “Don’t worry dog it won’t take long for the blue pill to kick in”. I felt the weight of his huge body lift off some minutes later with me now waiting for his next move. I felt his huge hands grap each tit like handles as he pushed his cock in to my ass. Within minutes I was covered in his sweat and mine from the pain and humiliation. The weight of his whole body thrusted his cock into me with each stroke as he was bending over squeezing and biting my tits. Without notice he pulled his cock out and rammed it in my pussy. Thrusting and shaking over me then falling and crushing me as he caught his breath from cumming. I began to cry as I waited for him to remove his smelly body from me. He whispered in my ear “That’s the 4th load of my sperm locked in your cunt tonight” before getting up and standing in front of my open legs.
He looked down our hall and chuckled “I guess he would rather be with her than save you”. I couldn’t speak or move, I was helpless as he stared at me like meat. I was shocked my husband would let a stranger have control of me and my body fully. I knew he wasn’t done when he could hear Rick fucking his girl in the other room, too busy to notice. He stood closer between my spread legs and for the first time I felt warm piss covering my body and face, a feeling only second the the cruel laugh he maintained as he showered me. Laying in the most physically degrading state of my life he tells me he’s done and leaving and that Rick can keep the girl the rest of the day. I watched him dress quickly leaving me helpless and dripping with his cum and piss. All I had left to do was wait for Rick to get bored and come out and rescue me.
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Pauline The Slut - Part 1: From Mother To Slut

I'm Pauline. I was a good wife and mother until the children left home. Then when I was 55 my husband came into the kitchen and told me I had a new job as his Slut. I was shocked. He'd never spoke to me like that before. " Why are you acting like this , are you drunk" I shouted. "I've spent the last 30 years acting, having sex only when you felt like it, which was never" he replied "and always with me on top. If you want to keep living in this house you will be my obedient slut."

"No, never" I screamed "Stop it, I'm your wife." He slapped me across the face, twice. Then as he left the kitchen he said "Listen, you have 5 minutes to decide your future ."

What was I to do. I'd been a wife for 30 years with no job or money. My parents lived in another city and my sister was married and living abroad. I had no real friends. My husband and children had been my life. If I went back to my parents I'd never see my children again. There had to be something I could do. Just then my husband came back into the kitchen. I told him this had to stop, that he couldn't do this to me. He left again and I heard him go upstairs. After awhile he returned with two cases. "I've phoned a taxi, it will be here in 10 minutes. I don't want to see you in this house again." he said. I went weak at the knees and slid to the floor, crying. 

As as he turned to go out the door, I said "I'll do it."

"Do what." He asked 

"I'll do what you want."

"You'll be my slut"

"Yes."

"Say it then."

"Say what"

"That you will be my obedient slut"

l sobbed. "I..I..I'll be your obedient slut." I stammered. He smiled "Take off your clothes." he demanded. 

"What here." I said. He stared at me and said if you ever question me again I will whip your arse now get your clothes off. My hands trembled as I started to unbutton my blouse. I took it off, then my shoes and jeans. I stood there in my bra and knickers looking at him hoping for some mercy. "Everything." he said. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor then removed my knickers. I tried to cover my breasts and vagina but he ordered me to put my hands down by my side. He looked me up and down then told me to turn around slowly. "I want all that hair around your cunt and arse shaved clean off before you go to bed tonight." I felt sick. When he had finished staring at me he told me to get down on my knees. As I knelt there before him the doorbell rang. I tried to get up and grab my clothes. "Stay where you are, cunt." he ordered as he headed to open the door. I heard voices. It was the taxi driver.

The door closed and he returned. Standing in front of me, he took his clothes off. He had shaven all the hair from around his penis. He took a step closer. "Lick my cock, slut."

"No, I don't do that. It's disgusting." He grabbed me by the hair. "I've warned you once, I won't do it again. If you disobey me again you'll receive 50 lashes across your arse before I throw you out of my house. Now lick." He forced my face to his penis. I stuck my tongue out and licked the head. It tasted salty. After licking the head for a while he told me to lick the full length of his cock. Still holding me by the hair he moved my head up and down so my tongue licked all his cock. "Now my balls, slut." He pushed my head down to his balls. I licked his balls and cock for ages. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. My mind was in turmoil.

After some time, he pulled my head away. His cock seemed huge as it pointed at my face. "Look at me." I took my gaze from his cock and looked up in to his smiling face. "Good slut, now suck my cock." I was horrified. I closed my mouth as he pushed his cock towards me. "Open." I kept my lips together as he pressed his cock against them. He slapped his cock against my face. Then he leaned down and pinched my nipple so hard. I screamed. He shoved his cock into my mouth and grabbed both sides of head. Then he started moving his cock in and out. "That's it slut, now suck and don't bite." 

He forced more and more of his cock into my mouth until he reached my throat. I started to choke. He pulled out of my mouth, pulled me up of the floor, spun me around and pushed me face down on the kitchen table. Standing behind me he spread my legs apart and rammed his cock into my vagina. I sobbed as he drove in and out of me. I had never felt so used. My life was destroyed. Things couldn't get any worse. Then after what felt like an eternity I felt him pull out. "Thank God." I thought "he's finished."

He shifted his weight. Then I felt his cock against my arse. "Nooooo." I shrieked. I fought to get up. Then the pain tore through me as he plunged his cock into my arsehole. I heard him laughing as I screamed. With each stroke he forced himself further and further inside me. He pounded my arse until finally he came deep within me. My arse felt like it was on fire. He pulled out of me and said "That's the start of your new life slut, enjoy it".

He left the kitchen and went upstairs. I heard the shower go on. I cried and cried for what seemed like hours. Eventually I made my way upstairs and to the shower.

I sat in the corner of the shower hoping the hot water would clean the nightmare away. I was trying to understand what happened to me. The morning had started as normal then after breakfast the horror had begun. How could he have done this to me. Then the door opened and he stood there looking down at me.

"Hurry up slut, you've got to get lunch ready. And make sure you shave that pussy before you finish." He turned and left. I'd forgotten that he had told me to shave down there. I got the scissors and razor from the bathroom cabinet and went back to the shower. I started to cry again as I began to cut the hair away.

Pauline The Slut - Part 9: The Photo Shoot

When I came back down he threw me a bikini top, stilettos and a pair of shorts. "Put these on." 

We went out to the garden. He had me pose in various positions and started taking photos. He then had me take the bikini off. Next, my shorts came off. We then went inside. He switched on the two video cameras. For the next two hours we went through all the outfits we had bought in the adult store. I had to smile at the cameras and act as if I was enjoying myself. 

For the last session he had me get on all fours on the dining room table in the nude. He positioned the cameras so one captured my face and the other my cunt. I had to look straight into the cameras and say "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." 

Then I had to lie on my back and spread my legs. He instructed me to part my cunt lips so he could film the inside of my cunt. I felt so humiliated. Then he told me to masturbate. I couldn't believe it. I never did that and now he wanted to film me doing it.
 "Why am I waiting slut."

I started to rub my finger along my slit. "Now stick your fingers inside." I stuck my finger in and moved it about. He then had me insert a second finger. 

"Get some rhythm going slut. Start fucking yourself." 

This was so degrading I was pushing my fingers in and out and he was filming the whole thing. I never thought anything so horrific could happen to me. I was reduced to his sex slave forced to obey his most perverse desires.

"Harder, let's see those fingers pound that pussy. Lift your arse up off the table. That's it. Now put another finger in. Look into the camera." I was pushing in and out as fast as I could. I was panting with all the effort which gave the impression I was enjoying myself.

"Keep your eyes open slut. Keep looking into the camera. Now I want you to pretend you're having an orgasm." 

What? An orgasm! Oh my God! What did he think I was? Some kind of porn star.

"Come on, get a move on. I want everyone who sees this to think you're having an orgasm. It shouldn't be a problem for you, you've been faking them for years." He laughed. "Do you want to get thrown on to the street and your video sent to everyone."

I was defeated. I had no choice. I thrust my fingers deep into my cunt and at the same time lifted my arse off the table. I threw my head back and let out a moan. 

"Perfect, now lick your fingers with a big smile on your face." 

I brought the fingers to my mouth and licked them, all the time smiling at the camera. 

When I'd finished, he stripped and walked over to the table. He stood above my head. "Now, you will not move. You will keep looking at my cock with lust. When I cum you will look into the camera and say 'I'm Pauline and I'm a cum loving slut '. Understand?"

"Yes." 

I expected him to shove his cock into my mouth. Instead he started to masturbate above my face. As he was wanking himself he slapped my face with his cock. I never seen him masturbate before. I was shocked. He increased the tempo of his strokes and I could tell he was close to cuming. Suddenly he started to shoot cum all over my face. It went in my eyes, up my nose and over my hair. I was covered in cum. He slapped his cock against my face a few more times. When he stopped I looked into the camera and said "I'm Pauline and I'm a cum loving slut.".

He then stuck his cock into my mouth and had me clean the last of his cum from it.

"Now go clean yourself up and make some lunch. I'll be in the study."

When I brought him his lunch he was editing the videos and photos. He ignored me. I went back to the kitchen. Later I heard him go upstairs. After some time he called me up to the bedroom. He had set the two video cameras up. He'd also brought a flip chart up from the study. On the bed there was a black bra, thong, suspenders belt and stockings. I felt sick in my stomach at the thought of being filmed again.

"OK slut, put on that outfit." 

I slowly put on the outfit. He told me to kneel on the bed and face the camera. He then placed the flip chart beside the camera. 

"Your going to read everything that's on the flip chart without hesitation . You'll smile and be happy. No fuckups slut or I'll whip you good." He then picked up the riding crop from the dresser. He turned the page on the flip chart over. When I seen what was written I sunk down on the bed.

"Up on your knees slut." I heard the whish of the crop through the air before I felt the sting on my back. Before I could get back up he lashed me twice more. I looked again at the words on the page. I thought things couldn't get any worse but this was the worst yet.

"Get on with it slut."I looked at the camera and started to read the words.

"I'm Pauline, I'm 55 years old, married and the mother of two children, a 25 year old son and 21 year old daughter. I'm 5 foot 3 inches tall. I was a good wife until two weeks ago when my husband turned me into his slut. Now I'm his three hole fuck toy to be used whenever he wants. 

I'm going to have my first lesbian experience, have my three holes fucked at the same time and get gangbanged regularly. It's all going to be filmed. My husband has promised that I'm going to be a famous slut and star of my own porn movies.

I'm glad my husband has made me his slut."

He then told me I had to perform for the camera. "I want you to take the bra off and message your tits and after a minute or so I want you to play with your nipples. Squeeze and pinch them. Your to keep looking into the camera all the time."

I took the the bra off and did as he asked. Messaging my breasts and then squeezing my nipples. 

"Pinch them harder slut or I'll whip them." I pinched until they hurt.

"Now I want you to lick them." I struggled to lick each one. 

"Take the thong off and get back on your knees. Spread your legs and masturbate. Remember the show you put on earlier well this time do it better."

I did as instructed. I rubbed my fingers along my slit before slipping two inside me. I started to move up and down. As I increased my rhythm my husband reached for one of the shopping bags from the adult store. He took out a box and opened it, taking out a dildo and tossing it on the bed in front of me. "Use that slut. I want to see you fuck yourself real good."

I picked up the dildo. I had never held one before. I placed it between my legs and inserted it in to my cunt. I worked it up and down getting faster and faster all the time looking into the camera. I knew I had to make it look like I was having an orgasm. I rolled my eyes in my head, moaned as I rammed the dildo hard up me.

"Not bad slut, we'll make a porn star out of you yet."

He took his clothes off and turned the page on the flip chart. I cried out when I seen what was written on the page. He smiled. 

"On all fours facing the camera. Each time I slap your arse you read a line on the page, understand."

"Yes"

He got behind me on the bed and placed his cock against my ass. As he forced it in to me I screamed and buried my head in the bed. He pulled my head up by the hair as he pushed further in."Keep your eyes open and look into the camera." He then slapped my ass. I read the first line. "Oh yes. I love when you fuck my ass." He was now buried deep inside me and started to move in and out. He slapped me again."That feels so good. Fuck me harder."Still pulling my hair he picked up his pace ramming me hard. I let out another scream. Another slap. "Yes, harder. I want you to cum up my ass."He was now pounding me like I was a piece of meat pulling my hair right back. I soon felt him cumming inside me. He slapped me. I looked into the camera and smiled."I'm Pauline and I'm an ass fucking slut.""Clean my cock." I turned around and took his cock in my mouth.

I walk up behind you as you sit in your cubical at work. My hands delicately grace the sides of your head, sliding down your neck, over your shoulders and down your sides as I lean in and kiss the base of your neck. My hands slide along your lap, gracefully gliding over your skirt till I reach your knees. My hands slide under your skirt along your soft tender milky thighs until I feel your panties. I slowly rub your panties, feeling you how wet you are and how much more wet you are getting at my touch. I slide my finger under your soaked panties, rubbing your clit as my other hand runs up under your blouse to caress your firm breast. I slide my finger between your hot wet lips, rubbing your tight pussy walls.

We move so that you are on your knees with your ass sticking out of your skirt. I bend over you, my fingers remain deep inside you. With my free hand I unzip my jeans, letting out my throbbing cock. I slide your panties to the side, as I pull my fingers out and slide my cock deep inside of you. Slowly working my entire shaft into your tight pussy, you feel my balls pressed firmly against your clit. I slide my cock slowly out making sure that it is coated with your sweet juices. My fingers work their way back into your eagerly awaiting pussy. I slide my cock along your ass till the head finds a tight little hole. I slowly force the head of my cock into your tight hole. Stretching you as I slide my entire cock into your ass as my fingers rubbing deep inside your pussy while you scream of pleasure and pain. I slide my cock deep inside you, my balls pressed firmly against you. I pull almost all the way out leaving just the head of my cock inside you. I thrust back into your ass. My fingers rubbing your clit as I fuck your tight ass. My cock swells and shoots a hot load of cum deep inside of you. My fingers rubbing your clit vigorously as I slowly pull my cock out of you, just as the head of my cock is pulled out of you, you scream a pleasurable scream of ecstasy as you orgasm from my finger fucking.

I slide down onto to ground; lying on my back I position myself under you. My hands reach up and pull your dripping pussy down onto my awaiting mouth. My tongue licks you your dripping lips. Licking up every drop I can of your sweet nectar. My hands slide up to your breast as my tongue indulges in your sweet wetness. You rock your pelvis so that my tongue penetrates you, going deeper and deeper into you. As I lick every bit of your sweet pussy as I can, my hands caress, fondle, squeeze and pinch your breast. You buckle as my tongue plays with your clit; I nibble delicately on your clit as my hands squeeze your breast firmly. You ride my face like a wild horse, my tongue slides deep inside you. My hand moves down to your clit, rubbing you as my tongue gives your pussy a lashing. It takes no time for you to orgasm and sprays my face with your hot nectar. You look down at me and smile.

You slowly move your hips down my body, gliding them so your dripping pussy is teasing my cock. You slide your hand down your stomach and rub your pussy, getting your hand nice and wet you grab my cock and rub me until I am hard and ready. You slowly slide down my shaft, your pussy stretching over my cock. Once I am deep inside you, you rock your pelvis in a circular motion. My hands grab your hips pushing you harder down onto me. You grind my cock like there is no tomorrow. You feel me swelling inside you, but I hold back the anticipation. You pull up until just the head of my cock remains inside you. You reach down and rub your clit; sliding two of your fingers into your pussy, getting them nice and wet you pull them out and plant them on my lips. I open my lips as you slide your fingers into my mouth and slide back down onto my cock. As I suck your fingers you grind harder and harder onto my cock. I feel your pussy walls tensing as my cock throbs inside you. I cannot hold it back anymore. I explode inside your pussy, just at the same moment you scream out in pleasure. We ride the orgasm as long as we can. Your body falls limp onto mine.....we hear whispers and look around. Your coworkers were watching every moment of our little fuck fest. But do we care, not one bit.

I confessed I fucked my wife while she was wearing my daughter's panties and it was amazing. When we visited my daughter at UCLA, the hotel lost my wife's laundry, and my wife borrowed some things from my daughter until the stores opened the next day. At dinner my wife whispered to me that my daughter's underwear was too tight. That was when I found out about the panties. I quickly put down my wine. Can't get hard when I drink. Luckily my wife showers in the mornings, so when we got back to the hotel I dropped my face between her legs, pulled the panties aside and gave the wife a tongue lashing. Then I fucked her with the panties on. I would get close to coming, then pull out and change positions. My wife enjoyed herself but could not figure out what happened to her Romeo (her words). The wife thought it was the strange bed, but the whole time I was thinking about my daughter. It helped that in the hotel room with a little light coming in through the curtains, my wife and daughter look a little alike. When I awoke I took my morning wood, bent the wife over (she was still asleep), ran my hands over the satin panties and cock fed the wife. The next day the wife says to me, I want to visit LA again (and smiles), and I thought, just lose you panties again and we will.

Afro-desiacs

A week after our first date, Kevin phoned me and asked me to meet him at his apartment at 6:30 the next evening. My work schedule was compatible so I agreed. It was a short conversation and he asked me to wear the same dress I had worn to the party weeks earlier. I thought "cool...he's taking me out to dinner".

When I arrived at his apartment and he opened the door, I heard the voice of a woman moaning and caught a glimpse of a naked woman on the tv screen before it was turned off. It was a vid of me. Inside, there were two men who Kevin introduced as his business partners William and Jamani. I vaguely remembered them from the party, where they spent most of the evening in another room with their wives. They were drinking from a bottle of Scotch on the coffee table. Kevin went to the kitchen and returned with a drink for me. It was sweet and similar to the celebratory drink he had given me at our last meeting but had a smokey taste. William and Jamani sat on the couch and Kevin and I sat across the coffee table in side chairs.

While I was waiting for the other men to leave, they talked together in their native language. It seemed like Kevin was explaining something to them and they would look over at me and smile. It made me uneasy and I smiled back nervously. It caused me to drink my drink probably to quickly, especially on an empty stomach. Kevin reached for the bottle and poured them another drink and then took my empty glass to the kitchen for a refill. I began feeling the effects of the first drink as he returned with my refill. I felt warm and thirsty and I noticed the skin on my arms and chest became pink. There was a prickly sensation in my boobs that made me want to squeeze them and my pussy was itching. My thinking became scattered as dozens of thoughts ran through my head and I kept drinking to satisfy my thirst. By the time I finished the second drink, my boobs and pussy were on fire.

Kevin told me come over and stand beside him, which I did without hesitation. Then he reached under my dress (mid-thigh length); but, it was too tight for him get very far. So, he lifted the skirt up to my hips and stroked my pussy through my panties. Then he pulled my panties down and dropped them around my feet. He plunged a finger and then two inside me. God it felt good and my hips reached for his hand. He commented on how wet I was and held his glistening fingers up for William and Jamani to see. Then he told me to stand by William and show him how wet I was. William responded by fingering my pussy and rubbing my G-spot. After he licked his fingers clean, he passed me to Jamani who did the same as William. My mind was questioning why I was doing this but my body told me I needed to be fucked. Kevin told me to take off my dress and bra, which I did and stood before them naked except for my heels. Next, he said to lie down on the glass top coffee table as they moved their drinks and bottle. He knelt between my legs and licked my steaming pussy until I was ready to explode. Then he asked me if I wanted to fuck. I pleaded with him to fuck me; and, he opened a drawer and pulled out a long black phallus. He handed it to me and told me to fuck myself with it. I wasted no time inserting it and, after bumping my cervix a few times, it moved aside and let me sink it all the way inside me. It felt so good to relieve the itching and I fucked myself rapidly and squeezed my boobs with the other hand. I brought myself to a loud climax while the men watched me and stroked their cocks. But, instead of relieving the flame inside me, it only made me hotter. And, I said yes when Kevin asked me if I wanted to fuck William.

William led me to Kevin's spare bedroom, which was brightly illuminated and had a king-size bed with only a bottom sheet. There were lights on tripods on each side of the bed and a camera on a tripod at the foot. He told me to suck his cock as he took off his remaining clothes. His cock was deep black like Kevin's and about the same size. I licked his cock and balls with one hand in my pussy. He held my head against him as I took all of him in my mouth and throat until I nearly collapsed. Then he laid me on my back and began squeezing my boobs and sucking my nipples. My boobs were so happy to get used and relieve the prickly feeling that inflamed them. His sucking turned to biting which left teeth marks that nearly drew blood as he seemed to be testing how much I could take. I welcomed all that he wanted to do to me. Then he lowered himself and began licking my pussy, alternating between licking my clit, sucking my vagina, and inserting his tongue as deep as he could. When he entered me, my hips rose to meet him. My pussy was so wet that he penetrated me fully on the first stroke. The feeling of a big cock inside me makes me delirious when I'm sober; and, William's cock was driving me insane. We changed positions and he fucked me doggie style until I couldn't kneel then with my head down and ass up. I orgasmed in each position. When he was ready to cum, he had me kneel in front of him and open my mouth to receive his gift. I accepted it graciously and licked his cock and balls clean. Then he called for Jamani.

Jamani stripped off his clothes while I watched him from the bed. He had tattoos all over his heavily muscled arms and chest. He was tall and had a crooked cock with a large flaring head on it. He put me in the doggie position and began spanking my ass with his hand. He hit me hard enough to almost knock me over. Then he took his belt and whipped my ass with it, occasionally hitting my pussy. My body was still on fire and his lashes only made it worse. Then, he pushed my on my back and put a few lashes on each of my boobs. After that, he literally jumped on me and sank his cock in my hot pussy. Its head popped in and I was already stretched enough to take it all at once. He pulled out and slammed back into me with all his weight until I squirted around his cock and shook with an enormous orgasm. That seemed to please him and he grasped my boobs in each hand as he continued to fuck me with slower strokes. He blew his load deep inside me as I had my second orgasm.

When they left, Kevin joined me in bed and fucked my ass while the effects of the drinks wore off. Kevin asked dozens of questions about what i thought and how I felt at different times during the evening; and about the things that William and Jamani did to me. I had to say that I was so consumed in passion that I enjoyed it all. I awoke the next morning with bruises and hickeys on my boobs and ass and a throbbing headache. I wondered if I had been a guinea pig for the concoction that Kevin gave me to drink. Was making Afro-desiacs his business?

Pauline The Slut - Part 6: The Shopping Trip

When I woke the next morning my body hurt from the punishment of the night before. My husband had already left for the office. I took a bath and waited for the phone to ring. I expected another summons to the office. It never came.I done some housework trying to forget all that had happened. But it was difficult. My arse and breasts hurt. I made sure I was dressed appropriately when he came home that evening. I wore a black short skirt, white blouse and black heels.When he came home I was waiting for him by the door. He ripped the blouse open and bent down and bit my right nipple. I screamed and screamed again when he did the same to the left one. He pushed me up against the wall and grabbed my vagina before thrusting his fingers inside. He fingered me roughly before dropping his trousers and fucking me up against the wall. He was rough and kept calling me a dirty fucking slut as he pounded into me. He shot his cum and pulled out of me."Clean my cock." I reluctantly got to my knees. The smell was nauseating. His cock was covered in cum mixed with my juices. He lay his hand on my head and guided it towards his cock. I didn't want to do this but knew I couldn't take another punishment like last night. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside. "That's a good little cock sucking slut."Afterwards I ate my dinner on the floor beside him.The next morning he woke me up. Get up, have a shower and get dressed. We're going shopping for some slut outfits. I'll leave something on the bed for you to wear.Slut outfits. What did he mean. Where were we going. When I came out of the shower there was a white lace mini skirt on the bed and a matching lace tank top. I'd never seen them before. They were like something an 18 year old would wear on a night out not something a 55 year old mother would wear shopping. They barely covered my breasts and bottom and with no underwear I was completely exposed.I ate breakfast on the floor. We then left in his car. We headed out of the city. When we were on the open road he told me to take my top off. I hesitated. "Do you want me to stop the car and punish you." I quickly took the top off. The journey was uneventful for the next 30 minutes. Then as we approached a truck he told me to sit up and put my hands behind my head and leave them there. I did what he asked wondering what he was up to.He pulled up alongside the cab of the truck. He then hit a long blast on the horn. I looked at him and covered my breasts. "Put your hands back behind your head or get punished." I put them back. He was keeping speed with the truck."Look up at the truck." The driver was staring down at me with a dirty grin. "Give him a big smile. Now." I forced myself to smile. "Now shake your tits at him." I shook my tits. "Now lift up your skirt, spread your legs and show him your cunt." I looked at my husband pleading with him not to make me do it. "Now you're going to be punished." I showed the truck driver my cunt. "Smile at him." After a while my husband sped away.On the outskirts of the next town he told me to put my top back on. We pulled in to a shopping mall. I was so self-conscious of my clothes. People were staring at me. I followed my husband into each shop. He bought short skirts, some leather ones, crop tops, see through blouses and bikinis. I had to try everything on. We went back to the car. I expected us to head home. Instead he drove further into town.We came to a run down shopping mall. He drove around the back. Most of the shops were boarded up. He drove to one of the few open ones. The sign above said 'Adult Store'. There were 3 cars outside. "We're not going in here, are we.""Yes slut, this is where we get you some proper slut clothes." I followed him out of the car and went inside.Inside was much brighter than I expected. There was a tall dark man in his 40s behind the counter. He welcomed us. There was a couple looking at sex toys. She was about 30. He was a few years older. As we went through the store we saw another man, over 60, who was looking at DVDs. He looked me up and down with lust filled eyes.My husband started going through the rails of outfits. Holding up ones that took his fancy for closer inspection, handing some to me and returning others to the rail. When he had selected enough we went to the changing rooms. He told me try on the babydoll outfits first. I changed into the first outfit, a black lace babydoll with a black thong. I called him when I'd changed. "Come out here." he replied."Do I have to.""Yes, unless you want me to come in there and punish you.I came out and he looked me up and down. He had me turn around. Then he told me to walk down the aisle of the shop, slowly. I looked pleadingly at him "Do it." he ordered loudly. The others in the shop looked over. The 60 old man came over to get a better view."Put on the next one."The next one was a pink babydoll with open cups exposing my breasts. When I came out my husband was talking to the 60 old man whose name was Greg. Greg looked me up and down. My husband told me to model the outfit, turning around and walking up and down the aisle making sure to move my arse. By the time I got to the end of the aisle and turned around the couple, Mike and Helen, had joined my Husband and Greg. When I reached them my husband asked "What are you." I looked at him for mercy but knew it was useless."I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." They all smiled and congratulated my husband on having such an obedient slut. I felt so humiliated. My husband then told me to bring the rest of the outfits out. When I came back he had me place them on a chair. He picked up a french maid outfit and handed it to me. I turned to go to the changing room when he said "You can change here." I looked at him in disbelief. It was bad enough having to model the outfits without having to change in front of everyone. "Now slut unless you want me to whip your arse."I took the pink babydoll off and put the maid outfit on. They commented on my body, asked my husband about how he used me and talked about what they would like to do to me. It was so degrading. I modelled the outfit. Then the next one, an under bust leather corset. By this time the owner, Tony, had joined us. My next outfit was a see through crotchless body stocking. There were whistles of appreciation from Tony and Greg.By the time I reached the end of the aisle and turned around Greg had his cock out and was masturbating. Helen was on her knees sucking Mike's cock. On my way back to them Tony and my husband took their cocks out and started to masturbate. I was shocked. I had never seen my husband masturbate. How could he do it in front of strangers. I was disgusted. By the time I had modelled the next outfit Tony was handing Greg a bowl. Obviously he didn't want to stain the floor. While I was changing into the next outfit, Greg started to cum in the bowl and Mike was telling Helen not to swallow.When I turned to walk down the aisle Helen was spitting out a mouthful of cum into the bowl. I had only one outfit left to try on, a black latex crotchless body. When I came back up the aisle Helen was on her knees in front of my husband holding the bowl in front of him collecting his cum. When he finished Tony took his place shooting his cum in the bowel."Take off the outfit slut." I now stood naked before them. Helen handed me the bowl. "Drink it" my husband ordered.I looked at him horrified. "You're not serious. It's full of everyone's semen. Never." I handed the bowl back to Helen."Grab her arms and stretch them apart." Tony and Mike grabbed an arm each and pulled in opposite directions while my husband headed to the front of the shop. He came back with a riding crop. I struggled to get away but Tony and Mike held me tight. I heard the crop whistle through the air before it stung my ass. It was far more painful than his belt. Then he stood before me and whipped my breasts. I begged him to stop. Then the crop flew up between my legs and tore into my vagina. I never felt anything so painful. If I wasn't being held up I would have collapsed. "Stop, Stop." I shrieked " I'll do it."They let go my hands and Helen handed me the bowl again. I stared into the bowl. I received another lash to my ass. I raised it to my mouth. I started to drink the cum mix. Some of it ran down my neck and on to my breasts. When I finished everyone commented on what a cum loving slut I was. Then Helen ran her fingers around the inside of the bowl gathering the last drops of cum. She raised her fingers to my lips and I sucked them. She then bent down and licked the cum of my breasts. I was in shock. It was the first time anyone other than my husband had touched my breasts.When she finished I was told to get dressed. When I came back from the changing room Greg, Mike and Helen had left. Tony and my husband were at the checkout. As well as the clothes there were now some boxes which were being put into bags. Tony went over to a stand and came back with a riding crop. "A souvenir to remember your visit."My husband paid him. Tony then handed him a DVD. "The security camera. I thought you might like it."I never thought of the cameras. Everything I'd done was recorded. If anyone seen this I would be ruined. I would have to have it destroyed."Thanks, but don't you want it." my husband asked."There are two cameras. I'll have the other one. Here's my business card. Let me know when you're coming again. I know people who would pay to see a show like tonights."We then left and headed for home.

Pauline The Slut - Part 8: Back Home

I looked around for my clothes. They were ripped and there was no way I could put them back on. I looked around for something to wear. My husband began to leave. He looked at me and said "You'll do as you are. Let's go and don't cover yourself up when we go outside. Make sure everything is on display."

All the customers turned to look when we came out of the office. There were whistles and catcalls and they followed us outside to our car. As he got into the car my husband told me to turn around and shake my tits. I turned around and shook my breasts. Everyone cheered as I got into the car. We headed out of the car park and back on to the road home.

After a few minutes he grabbed me by my hair, pushed me down into his lap and told me to take his cock out and suck it. I undone his trousers. He lifted his arse as I pulled his trousers and underwear down. I then took his cock into my mouth. He pushed my head all the way down forcing his cock down my throat. I gagged and struggled for breath before he moved my head up. I just had time to gasp some air before he shoved my head down again. This continued on the journey home until he started to cum. I had no choice but to swallow it all. When he'd finished he kept his cock in my mouth even when it got soft. He kept it there until we arrived home.

When we got home he told me to bring in the bags and to bring him a beer. He headed straight to the study. I brought him his beer and couldn't believe what he was doing. The security video from the shop was playing on the TV screen and he was using his computer to edit it. Zooming in on my face as I drunk the bowl of cum. He then switched to the video from his phone of me sucking Pete adding it to the shop video. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm putting together your video collection. You are going to be famous. Everyone is going to know what a dirty little slut you are. Now go to bed and let me finish this."

I lay in bed panicking about what he was doing. What did he mean I was going to be famous. Who was he going to show the video to. I had to put an end to this. I eventually fell asleep.

I was woken suddenly when my feet where grabbed and I was pulled to the end of the bed. I was flipped on to my stomach and my legs forced apart. Then I felt my husband position his cock against my asshole. As I tried to get free he pushed his cock into me. I screamed as he tore into my ass. He drove his cock until it was fully inbedded in my ass. He fucked me hard pumping in and out telling me how he loved fucking my ass and he should have done it years ago. He filled my ass with his cum and then threw me to the ground. 

"Clean it."

The smell of cum and shit filled my nostrils. I felt nauseous. My mouth remained closed. He bent down and grabbed both my nipples pinching and pulling them in different directions. I thought he was going to tear them off my breasts. As I opened my mouth to scream he shoved his cock in. He grabbed both my ears and moved my head up and down his cock.

"Use your tongue slut."

I felt his semi flacid cock harden as he shoved it down my throat. He was now fucking my mouth like it was my cunt. The taste of my shit along with his cock in my throat was making me gag. He then shot his cum straight into my stomach. He let go of my ears and climbed into bed. I crawled to the bathroom and threw up.

I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about what he said about the video. He had filmed me sucking Pete and he had the video of the shop. I had to get the videos and escape. But how.

The next morning my husband woke and ordered me to make the breakfast. I went downstairs naked and prepared breakfast. When we finished he told me to shower and put some makeup on and be back down in 30 minutes with the bags from yesterday. When I returned he had rearranged the furniture and set two video cameras up in the sitting room. There was a camera on the table. He told me to put on a bikini top and a pair of shorts. When I protested that I wasn't going to let him film me and show it to people he took the riding crop out of one of the bags. He didn't spare any part of my body. He lashed my breasts, stomach, back, ass and vagina. I screamed, begging him to stop.

"You stupid slut, when are you going to learn. If you don't obey me you can get out of my house. I'll use your slut body however I want and with whoever I want." 

He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the front door. He pushed me naked out the door. 

"Now you can fuck off and live somewhere else."

I had nothing. I was naked with no money. I fell to my knees.

"Please, don't do this. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you want. I'll be your slut" I cried. 

He shut the door. I looked around. While we lived in a secluded area I was scared someone would see me. I banged on the door sobbing. After a few minutes the door opened. He stood there with his phone in one hand and the riding crop in the other.

"Are you still here slut."

"Please let me in. I've nowhere to go."

"You should have thought of that before you disobeyed me. Now get off my property." 

He raised the riding crop to whip me.

"No don't. I'm sorry. I beg you. I'll do anything you want just let me back in."

"You promised to obey me before and you haven't. You had your chance. Now fuck off."

"I will, I will. I'll do whatever you say. I won't disobey you again." 

A cruel smile came across his face. 

"You'll do whatever I want."

"Yes, whatever you want."

"On your knees slut. If you want to get back in you're going to promise to do everything I want and I'm going to record it on my phone. If you disobey me again I will send it to your parents, your sister and everyone else who knows you."

My mind was totally confused. I had to get back into the house but he wanted to video me promising to be his slut. I'd do it and plan an escape later. I got down on my knees.

"Now look in to the lens and say "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut. I want to be used as a three hole fuck toy by my husband and anyone he gives me to. I'm his obedient submissive slut." If you don't say it like you mean it I'm going inside, locking the door and calling some security guards to throw you out on the road."

"I'll do it." 

I looked at the lens on his phone and said it. He smiled.

"Next time you don't do what I want that gets sent to everyone who knows you including the kids. He wouldn't show that to the kids, would he. So much had changed in the past week I didn't know what he would do.He then unzipped his trousers and took out his cock. 

"Open wide." 

I got ready to suck him when suddenly he started to urinate in my mouth. I closed my mouth and tried to cover my face with my hands. He pushed me over with his foot and I lost my balance. I put out my hands to stop me falling. He pissed in my face and all over my body. I was drenched all over. When he finished he took a few photos of me.

"Now you might understand what your future is. I get to use you however I want. I'll have you fucking men and women and you'll do it or this video goes to everyone. Now we can't have you go into my house like that. Get on your hands and knees and follow me around the back of the house."

I walked on all fours around to the back. He went over to the hose and turned on the water. The force of the freezing water stung my body. He walked all around me hosing me down. He then told me to lie on my back and lift my legs up and spread them apart. He then directed the hose directly at my cunt. He laughed when I screamed from the blast of the water. When he'd finished he went inside and threw me out a towel. "When you're dry knock on the door."I dried myself and knocked on the door. He looked up from his chair but did not move. I was shivering but he didn't care. Eventually he let me in. "Now go upstairs fix your hair and makeup and be back down here in 15 minutes. We have some photos to take."

My sister in law caught her husband (my wife's brother) in the act. The whole family found out and she was ready to split. In-laws talked to her. My wife talked to her. Didn't matter, my brother-in-law was so fucking screwed. I figured the last thing she'd want was another guy saying something to her but my wife pleaded with me. So I called, did the whole "meet at a bar" routine. We meet up and she's what I expected, one seriously pissed off woman. She asks if I'm gonna try to talk her out of it? "No, I just wanted a blowjob." It made her do a double take. At first she wasn't sure if it was a joke so I dead panned it, poker face. Then she laughs, slightly embarrassed, slightly nervous. We down a couple beers and talk through it. She wants him but doesn't want to go back etc. Usual bullshit. He can promise but he won't change. I let her vent, no intention of stepping into that one. 2 beers in she asks about my wife. I tell her the whole family was on her side. My wife was embarrassed her little brother fucked around like that. She has another beer and I settle for a coke, have to drive her home and all. Once she's done we head to the car. I pop the passenger door and she sits but leaves her legs out. She looks up and replies "how about that blowjob?" She deadpanned this one and I'm waiting for a smile or a laugh. Instead I feel my zipper slide down. I could fight it. I could resist. But he fucked up and she wanted revenge. Right there, in the parking lot, she got it. At some point I slipped her top down. She went from sucking to getting her tits fucked, and back to sucking. Sometimes it was deep. Sometimes it was a tongue lashing. She was clearly enjoying herself. We'd parked pretty far from the door, lots of cars, so I wanted to see if I could push this. I got her up. I got her in back of the car. I got her turned around. I got her bent the fuck over the trunk. Clearly she'd enjoyed the blowjob as much as I had. Fucking her out in the open like that was just for the fun of it. As I went deeper I realized she may talk. I needed an insurance policy. So I licked a finger and started teasing her asshole. She didn't fight it so I went with it. Fingering her tight ass, fucking her from behind. I grabbed her hands and made her hold her own asscheeks open. She stood there like a stupid whore, holding her cheeks wide while I finger fucked her ass and pounded her from behind. When I slipped the finger out she cringed a bit. I think she could tell what was next. Nothing quite compares to that feeling of total dominance when you shove your cock up a woman's ass. That feeling doubles when you look down and the stupid whore is holding her own ass cheeks open. I didn't hold back. I pounded away. Between moans I hear her say her husband isn't allowed to fuck her ass. That's what I wanted to hear. I slammed her even harder and blew a huge load.

Now prior to that there was a risk of her saying she sucked me off in a bar parking lot. But what woman will admit she held her cheeks open, took it up the ass, and let me blow a load in it? I don't think she'll do doggy now. LMAO.

i dont know what happened with me today. i had a violent mood swing. first i was texting my bf, and idk why but i lashed out at him. for no reason. he didnt do anything, i just started saying mean things to him. the last text i sent him says "omg then why be with me?"
he hasnt replied since.

30 min after we fought, my mum asked if i wanted to go with her to the market and i just yelled at her saying no and slammed the door in her face.

then just now i was playing online zombies game on playstation, a little kid told me to take turns at the mystery box and not hog, and i completely lost it. i said he was noob with a gay voice and said he's probably still a virgin and to stop complaining and let me play how i want. then the game got really quiet and i could tell i embarressed him and probably wanted to cry. i felt really bad, he couldn't have been older than 11 or 12.

i'm still up waiting for my bf to reply or call, but he probably wont. why would he? why do i have to be such a bitch..

Pauline The Slut - Part 16: Abused

I collapsed to the floor when he released me from the wall. He went back to the bedroom. I tried to follow but my body was wrecked with pain and I was exhausted. I just lay where I was and fell asleep. When I woke, the terror of the night before returned to my mind. I decided to get out of this torture chamber before Gary returned.

I crawled to the bedroom. There was no one there. I hadn't the energy to go any further. I climbed onto the bed and collapsed. I don't know how long I lay there before I was dragged from the bed by the hair. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but it was in a glove. I tried to grab on to some of the furniture but the men would kick my hands away as soon as I got hold of something. I was back in the room, terrified and screaming.

My hands were tied together to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Ellie then pulled on the rope, my hands rose above my head. I was forced to my knees and then my feet as she continued to pull the rope. My feet left the ground and I was dangling in the air. She swung me around to face her.

She was dressed in a black leather body suit with her breasts hanging out and her crotch on display. She wore long black studded gloves. I watched as she went to the wall and took down a whip. She swung it through the air. The cracking sound filled me with fear. She came over to me and gently stroked my body with the whip. She took a few steps away from me and swung the whip through the air.

I watched in disbelief as the whip flew through the air, struck my stomach and wrapped around my body. I looked down to see the red mark where it struck me. Then I felt the pain. It was like being cut by a giant paper cut. I let out a scream at the same time as the second lash tore into my breasts and my upper back. A third and fourth lash followed.

She came over and spun my body around. The lashes were now hitting every part of me. I looked down to see a criss cross pattern of red stripes covering my body. I was so traumatised that I hadn't noticed that she had stopped until she knelt in front of me, spread my legs and buckled my ankles to a metal bar. My legs were now forced apart.

She got up off her knees and started to suck my breasts while her gloved hand stroked my vagina and played with my clitoris. Her fingers started spreading my pussy lips apart. She slid one finger and then two inside me. She was rough as she pushed a third followed by a fourth finger into me. She was was moving her fingers in and out when I felt her thumb join them.

"Please stop. You're hurting me."

She looked into my eyes and smiled. She then rammed her fist right up me. The pain exploded in my brain. The studs on the knuckles of the glove ripped my insides. I screamed loudly as she pulled out and rammed her fist back in to me. She continued, each time pushing further until her wrist and arm were also buried in me.

She started to twist her hand inside me which forced my swinging body to twist with her. My screams continued for the next while as she fisted in and out of my battered and bruised vagina. It seemed to last forever. She eventually stopped and lowered my body to the ground.

I had forgotten about our husbands. They both now stood over me with their cocks in their hands. Ellie held a camera. The two of them started to urinate on me. Their pee found the cuts made by the whip bringing my pain to a new level. My wounds stung as I screamed at them to stop. They eventually ran out of pee.

I lay lay there my body destroyed as the three of them left the room chatting and laughing. Soon I heard the three of them in the bedroom having sex.

Wife was getting ready to go get her eye lashes done and whilst she was in the kitchen a cum in here monster tin lets see if she notices 

Pauline The Slut - Part 3: Further Degradation

I brought him his beer. He ignored me. I went to the kitchen and started on dinner. I put a bottle of wine in the fridge. I was going to show him what a good wife I was. 

Just before 7 he came into the kitchen. "Smells good, slut." 

"Please, can't we have a nice dinner together." 'SMACK' He slapped me across the face. "What are you." I couldn't believe it. I'd spent all afternoon making his favourite dinner. It all counted for nothing. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut."

He went to the table and I served dinner. Before I sat down he told me to take off my blouse. I unbuttoned it and took it off without complaint. I had been worn down by the days events. He then summoned me to him. He put his hand up under my skirt and stuck two fingers into my vagina. He moved them around. It was so uncomfortable. He then took them out.

He put the fingers up to my mouth "Suck them." I could smell my vagina on his fingers. I was repulsed by the thought of tasting them. Then the pain shot through me as he pinched my nipple with his other hand. He pulled my nipple downwards forcing my face nearer his fingers. The pain was intense and my head began to spin.

"Now suck, slut." I opened my mouth and sucked my juices from his fingers. He let go of my nipple. The taste was disgusting. My stomach began to churn. He finally pulled his hand away. "Sit down and eat." We ate in silence but I could feel him staring at me all the time. When we finished I cleared the table.

A few minutes later he called me. "I have some desert for you." He unbuckled his trousers and let them fall to the ground. "On your knees slut and get yourself a mouth full of cum."

"No, you're not going to cum in my mouth." He moved quickly, springing up from his chair and at the same time reaching down and pulling the belt from his trousers. Then he grabbed me by my hair and threw me face down on the table. 'WHACK' The belt lashed my buttocks. I tried to get up but he pushed me back down. Another lash followed by another. "Stop, please. I beg you." Three more lashes rained down on my now sore buttocks. 

"No more, no more. I'll do it." He lashed my buttocks again and again. "What are you." he asked. "I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I cried. Another lash. "Now get down and suck the cum out of my cock you stupid cunt."

I sank to my knees before him. His cock pointing towards my face. He grabbed me by the hair again and pulled me towards his cock. I reluctantly opened my mouth and he pushed his cock in. "Come on slut, start sucking." I started to suck. After a few minutes he pushed more of his cock into my mouth. I tried to pull away but his hold on my hair tightened. Soon he was moving in and out and pushing his cock further in. I started to gag and struggled to break away. He held my head tightly and forced himself down my throat. I started to choke. 

He took his cock out so I could breathe. He slapped me across my face with his cock then forced it back into my mouth. He pulled my head back and forth in rhythm with his cock. The rhythm quickened and he forced himself down my throat again. I was choking when I felt his semen flood down my throat. I was forced to swallow. When he had finished cuming he took his cock out of my mouth and rubbed it all over my face.

"Now I've fucked and cum in your three holes. You're a proper slut now. A three hole fuck toy." He turned and got himself a beer and went to watch TV. 

I was defeated. I had been degraded, humiliated and abused. He had used me like a slave. My body ached and I felt like getting sick. I struggled to my feet and made my way upstairs to the bedroom. I showered and went to bed.

I was asleep when he came up to bed. I half woke when he switched the light on. Then the bed clothes were pulled off the bed. My nightdress was ripped off me and then my panties. I was now fully awake. He was naked and erect.

"Slut, you are to sleep in the nude from now on." He forced me on to my stomach, spread my legs apart and positioned himself between them. I felt his cock against my asshole. "God! Nooo!" I screamed as he drove into my tight hole. I felt like I was being split in two. The pain was intense. 

"Please, please, take it out. You're tearing me apart." This just seemed to encourage him. He forced himself further into me. My screams filled the house.

"Nearly there slut. Just another three inches to get in." He pushed. I screamed louder. He was pounding in and out of my ass with increased tempo. This seemed to go on forever. My body couldn't take much more . 

His pace quickened and then I felt his cum explode inside my ass. He collapsed on top of me. After a few minutes he grabbed my hair and pulled my head back.

"What are you"

"Oh no." I thought "when will this end."

His other hand found my nipple and pinched hard. As he continued to pinch he asked again. "What are you" 

I'm Pauline and I'm a slut." I whimpered 

"That's right. You are an ass fucking, cock sucking slut and that's going to be how you spend the rest of your life." He laughed.

He turned over and went to sleep leaving me sore, crying and my mind in turmoil with thoughts of my future life.

My bum with layers of skin lashed off my sit spots. Ouch!

Pauline The Slut - Part 17: Home Alone

Over the next few days my body began to heal. The marks from the lashings started to disappear and the soreness in my ass and vagina eased. I had not seen my husband since we returned. He was staying with Beth.
He arrived back one morning when I was still in bed. He came into the bedroom, stripped, flung the bedclothes off the bed, turned me over and started fucking me in the ass.
"What are you?"
"I'm an ass fucking slut." I sobbed. He came and rolled off me.
"Clean my cock slut."
I went down and took his shit stained smelling cock in my mouth and sucked it clean. When I finished, he showered, dressed and left without saying another word.
That afternoon the phone rang. It was Beth. "Hello Slut. Your to set the camera up at the end of the bed and film yourself masturbating with the black dildo. You're to put on a good performance or you'll spend another weekend with Gary and Ellie. Make it look like you're enjoying yourself. When you've finished put on your leather bra and skirt and bring the SD card to the office." She hung up.

 I was scared of spending another weekend with the sadistic Gary and Ellie. I did as instructed and tried my best. I even pretended to orgasm. I arrived at the office. Beth was waiting for me. She took the SD card off me as we headed to my husbands office. He ignored me. As my image appeared on the big screen in the office, two men and a woman entered the room. They all sat down and watched the screen, taking notes and commenting to each other. I was kneeling in the middle of the floor.

 When the video finished my husband turned to the three who had joined us and said "Well." The first man said I should suck the dildo at the start before I stuck it in my cunt. I should also use my other hand to message my breast and pinch my nipple. The woman suggested that the video should start with me messaging my breasts and licking my nipples before I pick up the dildo.

 They continued for some time discussing how the video could be improved. When they finished I was handed a paper and pen and told to write down what was agreed.

 The two men took off their clothes and had me get on all fours. One stood in front of me while the other positioned himself behind me. I soon had a cock driving in and out of my cunt and mouth. Beth started filming.  Then the woman came over, grabbed my nipple and twisted really hard. "You dirty fucking whore. Work those two cocks really good and show us what a slut you are." she shouted at me as she pulled hard on my nipple.

 I sucked harder and pushed back on the cock in my cunt in the hope she would release my nipple. She released it and grabbed the other, repeating the torture.

 
The men withdrew and I was told to get on my knees. The two of them stood over me. The woman took a cock in each hand and masturbated both until they came over my face. Beth had me look into the camera and smile.The three left. By now my husband was naked with an erection. Beth stripped and straddled him facing me. She started to bounce up and down on his cock.

 "Get over here slut." She ordered "and suck his balls."

 I crawled over to them and got between their spread legs. I licked my husbands balls.

 "I didn't say lick them you stupid fucking slut. I said suck them."

 I tried to take one in my mouth but with all the bouncing up and down I could only manage to suck for a few seconds. Then his cock slipped out of her cunt.

 "Suck that cock slut." I reluctantly took the cock and tasted her juices on his cock.

 "Now put it back in my cunt." I slid his cock inside Beth and they resumed fucking. Every time his cock came out I had to suck it and put it back in.

 Soon they were both reaching a climax and he filled her cunt with his cum. She raised herself off his cock and grabbed me by the hair.

 "Clean that cock." she said as she pushed my face towards his cock. I opened my mouth and cleaned his cock. The taste of the two of them mixed made me want to puke. When she was satisfied that his cock was clean she lay on the floor and spread her legs.

 "Now clean out my cunt."
 I knew I had no choice. I got between her legs and started to lick my husbands cum from her cunt. She grabbed my hair.

"Get that tongue right up inside. There's lots of cum up there." She then pushed my face hard into her cunt. I pushed my tongue as far as it would go. I could taste my husbands cum and her cunt juices. She was rubbing her cunt hard against my face as if she was trying to fuck.

 When she was satisfied that I had cleaned her out she pushed me away, went over to my husband and kissed him passionately. My husband looked at me while they kissed.
He told me to go home and make a new video each day with all the suggestions included. He told me to rehearse everyday and watch the videos. He wanted the performance to be perfect.  I left the office as he lifted Beth on to the desk and started to fuck her again.

 The next few days were the most degrading even though I was on my own. I had to video myself and then watch the video to make sure I was doing everything the way they wanted. It was horrible watching myself like this.  On Thursday night, my husband and Beth arrived at the house. We all went to the bedroom and I was told to perform my show.
I got on the bed facing them. I ran my hands up and down my body and then messaged my breasts before pinching my nipples. I then lowered my head and licked one nipple and then the other. As I was licking the second one I slipped my hand down between my legs and started playing with my pussy.
After a few minutes I put my hand under my pillow and took out the dildo. I licked the full length of it before I started to suck on it. I swallowed as much of it as I could. I then lay back on the bed, spread my legs wide apart and rubbed the dildo open and down my slit before slipping it into my cunt. All the time I was pretending to really be enjoying myself. As I fucked myself with the dildo I lifted my arse off the bed and started to moan. I gyrated my hips as I increased the tempo. I brought one of my hands up to my breast and played with it.

 I was now coming to the end, acting like I was reaching an orgasm, pushing hard and moaning loudly. When I'd finished, Beth and my husband looked at each other and smiled. "I think that should do it." my husband said "We'll be back tomorrow at noon to pick you up. Wear the white strap dress."

 The two of them left and I was alone in the house.
 
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So a little while back, I posted a few pics of mom. Now to tell you a bit about it. Growing up in a single parent home, you get use to things and test boundaries often. But you also look to get out as soon as possible to venture on your own. Well that is just the case here as well.
Growing up, mom would have boyfriends here and there. Some were serious, while others just seemed to be what I started to figure out as just booty calls or fuck buddies. That is how I was able to find pics of her on her computer. Coming home for a weekend, mom was at her computer when I walked in and she quickly closed her laptop and gave me a hug and kiss hello. I guess she figured she needed to get stuff out for my old room as she immediately went and got clean sheets and a blanket out of the closet. Like I haven't known how to make my own bed and change sheets??
Well, I figured I would check my emails after having been on the road to come home for the weekend. And that is when I got the surprise of a lifetime. There was mom, on a sex site and her profile was up. Now I am no dummy, I always knew mom was sexy and would always try to steal glances whenever possible. I do the same with my sister as well. Again, I am no dummy. You see a sexy and hot woman, you take notice. Anyway, I made sure to check and see what her screen name was and noted what site she was on. I later would make my own profile on there and get in touch with her. I wanted to see what all I could find out.
I knew mom was a bit of a freak and a wild one in bed when she was having sex. Walls are only walls and they only prevent you from seeing, but not hearing. That is until I figured out a way to watch her. And since my room was next to hers, I made sure that I got plenty of looks whenever possible. That weekend trip was torture as I wanted to get home and get my profile started. I knew mom was a sexual freak, but I wanted to know how bad and in every way possible.
Once home, I got on that site before I even unpacked my car. Uploaded some pics that I thought would interest her enough to begin talking and "getting to know each other" so to speak.I didn't take long at all. And as soon as the chatting started, it got interesting quick. Oh by the way, I didn't see her whole profile that first time, I was still sort of shocked and by the time I thought of it, I figured I had better get off her computer before she came back in and realized that she was still on that site when I walked in. So when she sent a request to be "friends" I was all too happy to accept. Well, I was even more shocked to see what all it was that she was into sexually. No wonder I was able to hear her all the time. After alot of emails and pic sharing, I simply couldn't stand it anymore. I knew that I had to fuck her. The only question was, how do I go about it? That took time for me to figure out.
Well, I finally figured one out. I figured I would make an attempt to get her to meet me and when would she be available to get together. I suggested the following weekend and she gave me an excuse that her kids would be at home all weekend and that she wouldn't have time for anything like that. But maybe the following weekend if that were possible. I knew that she was giving me a line of bullshit as me and my sister both were not going to be there. She was going to be with one of her fuck buddies the whole weekend. JACKPOT, is what I thought. So after a day or 2, I called her on the phone and asked if it was okay if I came home for that very same weekend. Mom is pretty skilled in the art of being sly as she didn't miss a beat with saying that I was always welcome to come home for the weekend whenever I wanted. She said that I had keys and if she wasn't home when I got there, to make myself comfortable and go about doing whatever it was I felt the need to do.
I figured that I would get ahold of some friends and make plans to hit a few bars for drinks and whatnot. I messaged mom when I got home and told her that my friends were picking me up so if she sees my car and I am not there, I went out with them to hit the bars. Well much to my surprise, the 3rd bar we hit always has a mixed crowd in it from young to old. And what I saw had my heart and my cock beating so fast and throbbing so hard, I almost lost control of myself then and there. Mom was dressed so sexy and was out with her "date" dancing away and having a great time it seemed. I thought about saying hello and introducing myself, but I had other plans in mind. I told my friends we should go and hit another place for drinks. That I didn't want to ruin my moms date and have her feeling awkward at all. But I did need to see if I could find out how sly she really was.
So once we left, I messaged her telling her that I was going to crash at my buddies house since we are going back there with our whole group to party the rest of the night. She again didn't miss a beat with saying that she was sorry she wasn't home, that she went to an early movie with a friend and they were just having dinner and enjoying a quiet night at the moment. She is such a good liar, that had I not just seen her 5 minutes earlier, I would have believed it. I asked her to simply message me when she gets home as I wanted to make sure she got there safely. Nothing that I wouldn't say out of the ordinary. But that would be key in my plans. So safe in the knowledge after her saying she would, I proceeded out for a few more drinks. But I really couldn't get the picture of her out of my head and I told my friends that I would catch them tomorrow and that I was going to walk home. By this point, we weren't that far from mom's house and it would let me work out what all I had in mind.
I got home pretty quickly for walking too. I knew it was from being excited with the anticipation of mom coming back home with her "date" and getting to see her in action. Suddenly the thought occurred to me that she may very well not come home at all with her date and go to his house. That thought hadn't entered my brain and I quickly started thinking that what I thought was a foolproof plan, was full of holes and I had played the fool. Time seemed to drag on and on but then suddenly my phone went off and it was a good thing that I had it on vibrate only, because the ring would have been a dead give away that I was home. I hadn't heard her come in and wondered what the hold up was, she said she was home safe and sound. I started to think she had lied about that too. I had to find out. So just to be sure, I quickly and quietly made my way to my sisters room since hers faces out towards the front. I would see if she was in her car and just getting her stuff out.
What a sight that I suddenly see. Being on the 2nd floor, I literally have a birds eye view of mom in the passenger seat and her date behind the wheel of her car. There is mom face deep giving the guy what appears to be an amazing blow job and her dress pulled up with him vigorously fingering her pussy. My cock went so hard in that moment, I thought that it might split the skin.
I made sure to get back into my room as fast as possible for what I just knew was going to be an amazing show. I had previously bought a few remote wireless spy cams and had already set them up and linked them to my laptop. I put my time to good use prior to heading out earlier in the night. I activated the cams and got myself set. I had to clear space in the bedroom closet to set it all up because I didn't want anyone else to stumble upon what I had planned. This also gave me added cover just in case mom decided to do a check to make sure that she was alone with her date. Apparently I didn't need to worry about that. After a few more minutes, in walks mom and her date and they were not going to waste any time it seemed. Mom was already stepping out of her dress. And she either went pantyless the whole night or she had them stripped off from earlier. Either way, they were both more then ready to go.
Like I said earlier, mom is very vocal when she is fucking and it seems that the walls drowned out more than what I thought. Some things I never did hear, I mostly heard the parts of her wanting to be fucked harder and deeper or faster. Not the little things that seemed to be said.
Her date literally picked her up and threw her on the bed. Then went into what seemed to be attack mode. He got in between her legs and started licking and sucking on her pussy with such enthusiasm and lust, that I was a bit envious. I thought I loved going down and eating pussy, but this guy was like a man possessed and a master. He wasn't down there long when I got to see the greatest thing in the world. My mom in total ecstacy and in full orgasm. Then, SQUIRTING!!! HOLY FUCKING SHIT!!!! Mom is a squirter!!! I hadn't even realized that I was stroking my cock until that moment. Because seeing mom squirt all over the place sent me over and I came right then and there. It was all I could do to burst out of the closet, head in there and start to fuck her right then and there. But the best was still to come.
Seems that since he already came from the car blow job, and mom already squirted from her tongue lashing, they both needed to take a bit of a break. So, he made his way back downstairs to get drinks for the 2 of them. My heart about stopped when mom got her phone out and took a few pics. I would later see them on her profile. It looked like she might be trying to upload them right then and there. Then suddenly my phone went off and I about jumped out of my skin. Mom had messaged and asked if I would be home for breakfast or if she should plan on cooking for only herself. I knew I couldn't answer right that very second, so I knew what I would do. I waited until they started to play around again to send my response. Once I thought they were getting worked up enough, I sent my reply. Not to cock block the guy, I knew he would be balls deep in mom before long soon enough anyway. Just to see the response and reaction. I told her that I would be home for breakfast, but she didn't need to feel like she had to cook or anything. I also said that I was glad she was home safely and hope she had a good night.
It was such a turn on seeing them in a 69 position when her phone went off. They both seemed like it was an inconvenience but mom said she had to check and that she would turn the phone off after she did. Mom responded and said that she would see me in the morning and that she was a bit tired and going to go to bed shortly and there was no need to respond back. Again such a good and sly little liar. When her date asked her who it was, she told him that it was me and that I wouldn't be interrupting them any longer tonight. What was said next damn near made me cum without so much as touching myself. He said to her, "So, do you really spy and peek in on your son when he's home? I mean some people say they do that and it is just a fantasy and only think about it. But do you really watch him showering?" And if that didn't about make me cum, her response almost killed me. She said, "I absolutely do. Every chance I get. And he has no idea. I almost had to cancel tonight since he came home for the weekend. But since he was going out with his friends, I figured no need for me to sit here all by myself. And even luckier that he isn't going to be here until the morning. So you can't stay the night, but you can still fuck me as long as you want." I felt light headed, horny and an all kinds of other emotions I can't begin to name.
She then went on to say, "Remember how I told you about the last time he came home? I had forgotten that I was in his room the night before and camming with that other guy from out of town I see occasionally." Total shock envelopes me at this point. But he seems to know but can't put it all together right away. So mom says, "Remember how I told you that is the guy that is into incest and loves to not only do it, but role play it as well. So whenever we cam, I go into my son's room. Now, we don't role play mom and son, but brother and sister. And I act like its his room I am in while he is away. It gets pretty hot pretending he is my brother and watching his sister get off in his room. Especially when I squirt. So whenever he comes down, we fuck in my son's room. When my son got home I had forgotten to change the bedsheets and blanket. I had to rush and do it as soon as I saw him walk in. My heart about stopped. I was so exhausted from squirting and getting off that I completely forgot about it. I thought I was busted for sure that day."
BETRAYAL!!!! That was the first thing that I thought about. "How could she do that?" I wondered. But then again, wasn't I doing just as bad as her? Then, I began to realize everything that had really been said. Mom watches me shower and spies on me whenever possible. (note to self, check room for hidden cams ASAP!!) So he asked her "Why is it that you 2 never roleplay mom and son? Seems like you want to." She simply says, "He gets off more on brother/sister or daddy/daughter and I know that I am not able to pull off the daughter role for him. Which is fine with me." He asks, "Well if you could do it, would you?" And with more enthusiasm than I would have ever thought, she replies, "Why? Do you want to play? I wouldn't want you to get uncomfortable pretending to be my son. Especially when you start to really pound me hard. You know how loud and vocal I get sometimes. I have no idea how bad I will be. Because if we start off role playing, we aren't stopping until we are done. Just so we are clear." With that, he says to her, "So mom. Can you suck my cock again? Because once you get me hard, I am going to fuck your brains out. Unless you don't think your son can get you off like those other guys have." The smile that came to her face is etched into my memory to this day.
Once she had him hard as a rock, he proceeded to fuck her so hard and so fast that I thought they were not only going to break the bed, but pound it through the fucking floor. During this whole time and scene being played out in front of my via my spycams, I came so many times that I had nothing left in me to come out. But still a raging hard on and wanting and wishing that I was in there and fucking her for real. They were really into it too. Going into every position imaginable and her squirting again and again and again. It seemed almost as if it was neverending. Then, the finale. He says to her, "Mom, I am going to cum. And I am going to cum deep inside you. What do you think about that huh?? Having your son cum inside your sweet wet pussy? You like that?" So mom locks her legs around his waist and says, "Sweetheart, I wouldn't have let you cum anywhere else anyway. And I am glad that you want to and are going to cum inside me. I'll just have to make sure to go and get a morning after pill tomorrow after breakfast just in case honey. Okay?" And with that, he lets loose inside her. I was transfixed. Frozen. I don't even remember if I was breathing or not at that moment. They then lay there together, completely content. Breathing heavy and sweating. Seemingly to be one person at that moment.
It didn't take them long to get themselves sorted out and for him to get dressed and ready to leave. But while they did, he did seem all at the same time, happy yet jealous. Like he was happy that he gets to fuck her, but jealous because he knows that she not only has thought about it, but now actually acted out fucking me, her son. Who she has been thinking about fucking for awhile it seems and spying on me for who knows how long.
So he asks her, "So what did you think? And what does this mean from now on?" She says, "I loved it!! It was so erotic and intense. I have never squirted so many times in the same night. And you know perfectly well that I haven't. And it doesn't mean anything. So we pretended that you were my son. Nothing more." I knew in that moment what he was looking for. He said, "No. I mean what does this mean as far as you actually doing it now? I mean you have been spying on him. You even cam and get off in his room with your out of towner and fuck him in there as well. Now that you pretended to fuck him, you mean to tell me you won't actually try to fuck him?" I held my breath yet again for her response. Which was, "Would I fuck my son for real? I can't honestly answer that. I have seen his girlfriends and I am not stupid, I know that he gets his share of women. And girls talk, even though I am his mom, they aren't afraid to talk about what he does so well and what they like and don't like. Plus, I wouldn't even begin to know how to seduce him and go about it all and not freak him out." I am actually a bit shocked when he says, "Well, you never know and never will know unless you try. If he's smart, he wouldn't pass it up. And I am sure that he already spies on you or at least has spied on you before. All boys do it to their moms growing up. And never sell yourself short, you can run with those other girls as well. Remember, he is your son, and you do know his likes and dislikes. Use it to your advantage. I am sure you can do it. You know how to be subtle."
And with that, they kiss each other good bye and mom locks up for the night. I wait until I think she is sound asleep, and then begin turning everything off. I can't wait until morning and breakfast. I have no idea how I will be able to not let on about everything that has gone on tonight. Even when I "talked" to mom on that adult sex site, she never mentioned anything about incest in any of her fantasies or kinks. I figured she has to completely and utterly trust those she tells that information to and it doesn't come easily or lightly. And I am all the more glad and thankful for it. Because, real soon, mom is going to be in for the shock of her life. Not to mention the fucking of hers and mine.
More to come later. Sorry if this was too long, but I felt I had to at least give a sense of how it started and built up. Yes, mom and I fuck on a regular basis. I will post more on that like I said. Thought you might like to know how it all started though. Until next time you fellow pervs and incest lovers. You know what they say, Incest really is the Best.

Pauline The Slut - Part 49: Pain 
 When I came around my body was in pain. I looked down at my aching breasts. There was dried blood on both and also down my thighs. I heard a grunting sound to my right. I looked over and saw my husband pushing Hannah's head up  and down on his cock. He was forcing the full length down her throat. I could tell she was struggling  from her flaying hands and tears running down her face. I felt no sympathy for her.  
 

I was watching the scene when I heard a sound whistle through the air before I felt the pain across my shoulder and back. I turned to look behind me. It was a mistake. This time the lash fell across my breasts forcing a scream from me. I'd forgotten about Debbie.  
 

She was standing there with a whip in one hand and some chain cuffs in the other.  She raised the whip above her head and swung it down towards me. This time I managed to deflect most of the whip with my arm but before I realised it she was on top of me turning me onto my stomach.   
 

She cuffed both my hands behind my back then turned me over and cuffed my right leg to the leg of a table.  My left one was cuffed and I was spread uncomfortably wide so she could cuff the other end to a metal ring beside the fireplace. My breasts and cunt were completely exposed to her whip. 
 

"Please No!" I begged as she sneered viciously down at me. I watched in horror as she picked up the whip and swung it over her shoulder. The whip hissed through the air and tore into my breasts slicing  the tender flesh and drawing blood. "ARRRGGW!" I screamed as the whip cut through the air again, this time slashing across my stomach. 
  

"NNNARRGGGOOW!" I howled, my body jerking helplessly trying to avoid the lashes. Debbie laughed as she inspected the red strips she had inflicted on me. She then positioned herself so that the next blow would land directly on my cunt. I tried to twist away from the blow but my legs were spread so far apart that it was hopeless.  
 

I was trembling in terror anticipating the onslaught. The whip flung towards my spread legs and sliced the tender flesh of my cunt. Another scream ripped from my throat. I felt blood trickling from me when another lash landed between my outstretched legs.   
 

Debbie knelt down in front of me and pushed the handle of the whip hard into my cunt. "UUUUGGHHH!" I grunted as she pulled the handle back and pushed it further into me. My cunt felt like it was being torn to shreds. I passed out again.  
 

When I came through I was in bed. My body was crisscrossed with cuts and dried smears of blood covered my body. My cunt was throbbing with pain and any movement was torture. I didn't leave the bedroom for days as my body recovered from the whipping.  
 

When I finally felt strong enough to walk about I got dressed and went downstairs. There was no one about. I went to the kitchen and made myself something to eat before returning to the bedroom. I slept for what seemed like days. The pain had eased and the cuts were healing.  
 

It was some time before I realised the house was unusually quiet. I went downstairs but could find nobody. I looked out on the beach but there was no one there either. Every one must have gone to town.  
 

Night came and nobody had returned. I fell asleep. When I awoke the next day the house was still empty. I went to my husband's bedroom, it was empty and all his clothes were gone. As I headed to check another bedroom I heard a car outside. I went downstairs to see who had come back.  

The door opened and in walked the man who had taken Beth away. 

Pauline The Slut - Part 5: Punished

When I got home I changed out of the dress, put on my underwear, a T-shirt and some leggings. I curled up on the bed and tried to make sense of everything that had happened me. My life as a happy, respectable mother and wife seemed to be over. My husband had done things to me that I had never ever thought of. I had become his sex slave.

It was getting late. I went to make dinner. Just after 7 I heard him open the door. "Where are you slut." I hurried to meet him. When he saw me his face filled with anger. He grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the living room. He ripped the T-shirt off me and threw me across the back of a chair. Then my leggings were pulled down. I heard him unbuckle his belt. I began to panic and tried to get up. He pushed me down. The belt flew through the air and smacked across my buttocks. The lashes came continuously as he said "You stupid slut. I told you what you were to wear in the house and you have disobeyed me, slut." 

The lashes came hard and fast. They seemed to go on forever. My screams turned into cries of pain as I nearly passed out. When he finished he unhooked my bra and grabbed my two nipples and pinched and pulled them. My mind was overloaded with the pain.

He kicked my legs apart and plunged his cock into my ass while continuing to torture my nipples. My screams were deafening. He pounded me harder. I could feel his balls slap against me. His cock was now completely buried up my ass. After what seemed like hours his cum poured out into my ass. 

"What are you."

"I'm Pauline and I'm a slut."

He grabbed me by the hair again, pulled me off the chair and spun me around to face him. "That's right. You're nothing but a slut. Never forget that and never disobey me again. You're my fuck toy, to be used for my pleasure and entertainment. You'll do everything I want without complaint. Now get down on your knees and clean my cock."

I was puzzled. What did he mean, clean his cock. I went to go to the bathroom to get a towel. "Where are you going slut."

"I'm going to get a towel"

"On your knees and use your mouth to clean it."

"No. That's disgusting and dirty. It will have poo on it."

He grabbed his belt and my hair with his other hand. "No. Please don't." I begged, expecting the belt across my arse.

"I told you not to disobey me again." As he raised the belt above his head I looked on in disbelief as the belt came down across my breasts. The pain was instant. I screamed as I watched the belt fly through the air again and inflict another lash to my breasts, then another and another.

"I'll do it." I cried as he raised his hand again.

"What will you do." he asked cruelly.

"I'll clean your cock." The belt lashed my breasts. "Ahhhh."

"You'll clean the shit off my cock."

"Yes, I'll clean the shit off your cock." He pushed me down and moved his cock in front of my face. I could smell his cum mixed with my shit. I felt sick. He pushed it against my lips. I eventually opened my mouth and he stuck it in.

"Now suck it good and use your tongue. Get it nice and clean." I struggled not to throw up. The taste of cum mixed with my shit was making my stomach churn. I worked hard to get finished. He held my head between his two hands and pushed his semi-erect cock all the way in. I ran my tongue all over his cock. After several minutes he pulled out.

"I'm going for a shower and will be down for dinner in 20 minutes." As he left I ran to the kitchen sink and threw up.

While he showered I cleaned myself up, put on a skirt, blouse and heels. I then got the table ready for dinner.

When he came down I put the dinner on the table. I was about to sit down when he came over, took my plate and put it on the floor beside his chair.

"You will eat on the floor from now on." I took my knife and fork. "Leave them there. Use your mouth like the bitch slut you are." I felt crushed. I got down on the floor beside him. "Go on, eat." I stuck my face into the plate and started to eat. "Good slut."

Pauline The Slut - Part 15: Tortured Some MoreWhen I came around the machine was still hammering away in my ass. My breasts were bruised and purple from the ropes and caning. There wasn't any part of my body that wasn't aching.  "Good, you're back. I've been waiting for you. I didn't want you to miss the next bit." he laughed.  My body shuddered with fear. What more could he possibly do to me. I watched him come towards me. He unstrapped my wrists from the cross, lowered my legs and unstrapped them. I still couldn't move as I was stuck on the giant penis. He then pulled on the ropes tied to my breasts. I screamed like never before. He continued to pull causing pain to rip from my breasts through to my whole body. My upper body then started to rise from the cross. I was being suspended in the air by my breasts. My mind was overwhelmed by the pain and my throat was raw from my screaming. I was just about to pass out again when he put something under my nose which brought me back to my full senses. "No passing out. You need to enjoy every second of this." I stared in horror at my extended, discolored breasts which were holding the weight of my body.  He started to rotate the position of the penis while at the same time pulling my semi-upright body towards the machine. Soon I was suspended above the machine, impaled on the giant penis. He then pulled on the ropes raising me higher. While the pain ripping through my breasts intensified I had some relief from the penis as the pulling on the ropes lifted me off it. He went to the press and came back with another penis bigger than the one up my ass. I expected him to replace the one that had been inside me. Instead he attached it to the machine next to the first one. He then positioned it so that it was pointing at my vagina.  "Nooooo." I howled. "It's too big. You'll split me in two. Please don't. I beg you."  He just smiled. He lowered the rope so that I was now resting on the two penises. He then got the remote control, pressed a button and both penises started to push inside me. I could feel both of them rubbing against each other through my vaginal wall.  He then pressed another button and both started to pump in and out of me. Each time pushing further inside me. I was soon impaled on both. I couldn't believe they were both fully inside me pounding against my womb. He then increased the speed of the machine. I was now like some rag doll, my body being twisted and turned by the thrusting of the giant penises. This continued for ever until I eventually passed out.  When I woke I was in a sitting position my collar chained to the wall so that I could not move my head. My mouth was forced open by some kind of metal device strapped to my head. When he seen I was awake he came over to me and stuck his cock in my mouth. I expected him to fuck my mouth but instead he started to urinate. My mouth quickly filled with his pee. I couldn't move my head away and he continued to gush away. I had to swallow or drown.  I never expected this. I swallowed the foul tasting urine. There seemed to be no end to it. He must have been saving it. He continued to pee and I continued swallowing. Eventually he stopped but did not withdraw his penis. Instead his cock started to harden and he fucked my mouth burying his cock right down my throat. He throat fucked me until he finally came straight into my stomach.  I collapsed to the floor when he released me from the wall. He went back to the bedroom. I tried to follow but my body was wrecked with pain and I was exhausted. I just lay where I was and fell asleep. When I woke, the terror of the night before returned to my mind. I decided to get out of this torture chamber before Gary returned. I crawled to the bedroom. There was no one there. I hadn't the energy to go any further. I climbed onto the bed and collapsed. I don't know how long I lay there before I was dragged from the bed by the hair. I screamed as I fell to the floor and was pulled towards the torture chamber. I saw Gary and my husband filming me. I tried to tear at the hand grabbing me but it was in a glove. I tried to grab on to some of the furniture but the men would kick my hands away as soon as I got hold of something. I was back in the room, terrified and screaming. My hands were tied together to a rope hanging from the ceiling. Ellie then pulled on the rope, my hands rose above my head. I was forced to my knees and then my feet as she continued to pull the rope. My feet left the ground and I was dangling in the air. She swung me around to face her. She was dressed in a black leather body suit with her breasts hanging out and her crotch on display. She wore long black studded gloves. I watched as she went to the wall and took down a whip. She swung it through the air. The cracking sound filled me with fear. She came over to me and gently stroked my body with the whip. She took a few steps away from me and swung the whip through the air. I watched in disbelief as the whip flew through the air, struck my stomach and wrapped around my body. I looked down to see the red mark where it struck me. Then I felt the pain. It was like being cut by a giant paper cut. I let out a scream at the same time as the second lash tore into my breasts and my upper back. A third and fourth lash followed. She came over and spun my body around. The lashes were now hitting every part of me. I looked down to see a criss cross pattern of red stripes covering my body. I was so traumatised that I hadn't noticed that she had stopped until she knelt in front of me, spread my legs and buckled my ankles to a metal bar. My legs were now forced apart. She got up off her knees and started to suck my breasts while her gloved hand stroked my vagina and played with my clitoris. Her fingers started spreading my pussy lips apart. She slid one finger and then two inside me. She was rough as she pushed a third followed by a fourth finger into me. She was moving her fingers in and out when I felt her thumb join them.  "Please stop. You're hurting me." She looked into my eyes and smiled. She then rammed her fist right up me. The pain exploded in my brain. The studs on the knuckles of the glove ripped my insides. I screamed loudly as she pulled out and rammed her fist back in to me. She continued, each time pushing further until her wrist and arm were also buried in me. She started to twist her hand inside me which forced my swinging body to twist with her. My screams continued for the next while as she fisted in and out of my battered and bruised vagina. It seemed to last forever. She eventually stopped and lowered my body to the ground. I had forgotten about our husbands. They both now stood over me with their cocks in their hands. Ellie held a camera. The two of them started to urinate on me. Their pee found the cuts made by the whip bringing my pain to a new level. My wounds stung as I screamed at them to stop. They eventually ran out of pee. I lay there my body destroyed as the three of them left the room chatting and laughing. Soon I heard the three of them in the bedroom having sex.

Pauline Three Hole Fucktoy

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Had a lucky encounter in work couple of days ago.
I was working in a remote area of the building when heard footsteps and when i looked round was just in time to see a young lady called Karen all right looker not a stunner but a wee bit antisocial I work with disappear into a makeshift office built over in the corner which has not been used for couple of years very few know about it and as she with our company less than a year very surprised she knew it was there.

I was just about to finish off what I was doing so cracked on and finished about 10 minutes later and had almost walked off when remembered about Karen and wondered what the hell she was at and decided to be a nosy bugger and find out so I sneaked over to have a crafty look and was I glad I did.

As I got close I looked though the window and there she was sitting with her trousers (much rather ladies worn skirts but not complaining)and undies warming her ankles playing away with her pussy and the sight started to get me horny and hard and soon I was standing there with my cock in hand then I thought what a waste both her pussy and my cock so decided to try it on.

I made my way in and at first she did'nt see me till I made a noise and she jumped upand started to pull up her trousers but I grabbed them and generally let her know she was all right nothing to be ashamed of and to carry on but could she do an old guy a favour and let me watch at first she was'nt sure and yes I begged and bribed a bit and started to put on a show for me.

After a bit I moved closer and started to rub her leg and when she seemed to enjoy it worked up to her pussy and took over from her and after fingering her for a while leaned in and gave that sweet pussy a bit of an oral lashing and before too long she swapped places with me and proceeded to suck me off till I cum onto the floor mores the pity maybe someday she will let me shoot in her mouth.

Anyway we talked after and as said before she a bit antisocial hence no B/F even though she loves sex and I was 1st bloke in ages to show an interest so I suggested if she wanted to agree to meet up for sex and she agreed no strings which suits as I am married though partial to bit of strange if can get away with it so arranged to meet up later during our next break to have proper sex (hey I am an older guy need to recover) so later on met up and damn she wasted no time sucked me hard and climbed on and rode me silly didnt even wait to see if i had a rubber then she moved to doggy position and i fucked her as hard as i could and when ready to cum she let me blow it over the outside of her pussy and kissed my cock after for a job well done very nice girl.

Anyway she has agreed to met again and I hope she isnt taken the piss as surprised she even looked at me infirst place so heres hoping formoe of that tasty twat in the future.

Now isn't this a fine negress specimen? I personally think so since I'm the one who owns her, she's a rather sweet girl, turned 22 this year and I've been her owner for a couple years. She was nervous about being in a BDSM relationship when I first found her. Shy, still a virgin, a tad chubby but not at risk of becoming another fat Black landwhale and she is thankfully quite ample in the breast department and I've given her my blessings should she decide to go from a 44DD to a 48E. Now why am I posting this? Because I want to shed some light on the way the world works, White Masters/Owners/Daddies/Primals/etc who prefer pets outside of their race only pick the prime specimens of non-White beauty. Beautiful Whorientals, Negresses, Beanesses, Squaws and Punjabis belong to White men and White men only. I find that non-White women are better suited to being submissive, even negresses who have the reputation for being loud and sassy. They're less likely to talk back, they appreciate the comfort and security that only a White owner can provide them and they're better bred for submissiveness. Now I know many of you are going to lash out at me for it being politically correct and personal I don't care. The truth hurts, particularly Black men who are losing their prime negresses to White men or the rare non-White masters who seek out their women. They're angry because all the 6s(the ones that can actually clean up and look acceptable) and 10s pay them no mind. They're left with the obese and ugly females of their race, the ones that no master would ever dream of touching. As for my submissive little pet, she has no desire to sully herself by lying with an inferior male of her race and has quite happily spoken out loud her love and appreciation of White men and her vow to only allow White cocks to enter her body. Unless I deem a male of another race acceptable as long as he proves that he can handle a submissive like a real man. To date I've never seen Black men be able to handle a true female like a real man, save for two rare Dominants who I am acquainted with but yet and still they know better than to request the property of a White man. This is the way of the world whether you like it or not, your women serve White men while we leave you the scraps. Keep that in mind when you look at the beauties of other races, their mouths have sucked a White dick, their pussies have been filled by a White cock, their tight asses have been split open by a White cock. They've swallowed White cum, they've had White cum sprayed on their faces, they're rub White cum all over their breasts. When you're having obligatory polite sex with your wife or girlfriend, she's not thinking of you she's thinking of a superior male fucking her. Ask the inferior men who've tried desperately to get my pet's attention, showing off their pathetic cocks in hopes that she'll lower herself to the status of gutterwhore. Sometimes such men will scurry away when they realize she's not going to respond to their weak pleas and other times she'll simply send them a picture of my cock in her pussy or ass.

n MUST Give Mandatory Spankings
It's hard to maintain consistency when we have such a busy schedule and especially when my husband is out of town during most weeks. Sometimes we get to put in one solid week of submission training and I can really tell a difference in how I feel and how our marriage is during those weeks that he's home.

A spanking keeps me in line, and it keeps most women in line although the mainstream is afraid to face it or admit it. At first it feels embarrassing to say you need to be spanked, but after a while you realize there's no shame in it. Men are leaders and that doesn't mean women can't lead, but it means that we are designed to co-lead with the man.

Women have a whole lot more hormonal and emotional things happening in their bodies and minds than men do. I don't know about you but sometimes I can't even control my emotions. Sometimes I feel sad for no reason or irritable for no reason and that's when a being brought over his knee helps to refocus my energy and bring me to a happier place.

If I go a few days without being held accountable I start to use bad language, I get a negative outlook, I get crabby and hateful and angry, and then I end up getting a hard punishment lashing instead of the normal daily maintenance. I'd rather have the daily discipline than the punishment one any day of the week.

My bum is an instrument of peace in our marriage. When my husband is angry with me, we don't have to fight, he simply pulls down my pants and gives me a spanking, during which he releases his anger and I submit and the argument dies right there.

Being spanked is a stress release for a woman, especially if you paddle her until she cries. Making her cry might seem mean at first, but it isn't, it's opening the dam of her emotions and helping her release it all. Sometimes women just need to cry and then the world is a better place. Sometimes it takes a man's belt on her bare ass to provide that release.

Men, women need rules because rules make us feel protected and safe. Also, when we break a rule we need immediate consequences because that makes us feel noticed and loved. There is nothing worse in a woman's heart than if she feels unnoticed, uncared for or unloved. The worse times in our marriage have been when I've felt ignored by him or less important than other people or other things or like he was neglecting what was important to me. Those are big danger areas for a woman and men need to be able to recognize those areas and fix what needs to be fixed. Sometimes just getting on a routine discipline schedule will fill in the gaps and show her how much she is loved.

Men, be ready for your woman to test you out in public with her words or attitude. She may not even consciously know it, but this is a test. She wants to see if you will be strong enough to hold the reigns and follow through on your rules. It isn't always possible to discipline in public, but if the opportunity is there, take it. It will make a huge difference in your marriage. If you're out at a movie or a restaurant and there is a designated "family restroom" that is one room with a locked door, take your wife in there, lock the door, bend her over the sink and give her a belting or a hand spanking. If you are driving, pull into a secluded spot, open both the front and back door on one side of the car, bend your wife over the back seat so that the view is blocked by both doors and give her a hard paddling. I know of men who have taken their wife out to the parking lot, sat in the backseat of their cars with their wife over their knee and given them a walloping without anyone knowing. There are ways to make it happen when it needs to. At the very least, if you cannot make it happen, take her by the arm and whisper in her ear that she is going to get it when you get home. Let her anticipate the spanking for the rest of the evening and then upon arriving home, administer it immediately.

By making her spanking a priority in your life, you are making HER a priority. By caring enough to enforce the rules, you are telling her that you care enough about HER to make her feel safe and protected. It all begins with your hand on her backside in a consistent and permeating way.

So, if you have an inconsistent pattern, this is what you need to do:

1. Mandatory spanking every morning and every evening that you are together. This MUST happen without fail. Make time for it. Do this for a period of 14 days total if your weeks are broken up with travel or two weeks consistently if you are both home.

2. Seven of these 14 days she must exercise an attitude of submission by coming to her husband and asking to receive a spanking. This is in addition to the regular morning and evening sessions. Whenever you are together, for lunch, the middle of the night, it doesn't matter when, the wife must exhibit submission by going to the husband, taking off her clothes and asking him to discipline her. She may bring him a tool or he may use his hand, take off his belt, a spatula, ping pong paddle, hairbrush, whatever is at his disposal.

3. Prior to the morning and evening session, the wife must be given anticipation and reflection time. This is time naked and either in the corner or in spanking position, reflecting on her behavior and anticipating the discipline he is about to administer. It doesn't have to be a long period of time, 1-3 minutes is adequate.

4. Spankings must be long and hard to be effective. If her bottom isn't bright red and burning hot then it is not going to be effective. Hard, fast swats get the point across the quickest.

After 14 days she should hurt to sit down. Her bottom should be sore but her heart will be warm and so will your marriage.

Pauline The Slut - Part 47: Sold 
 
 Lying there waiting for the dog to go soft I fell asleep. When I woke up the dog had gone. I heard laughter from outside. I tried to stand up but it was too difficult. I crawled on all fours towards the stairs heading for my bed. 
 

I reached the bottom of the stairs when I heard footsteps behind me.  
 

"What a horrible mess you've left slut" I heard Therese say, loud enough so those outside could hear her. I looked behind me and there was a trail of cum from where I had been lying to where I was now. A puddle had formed in the spot where the dog had fucked me.  
 

"Lick it all up. After all your responsible for doing it." she shouted. People started coming in from outside just as I began licking up the line of cum. I worked my way back to the puddle. When I reached it Therese used her foot to push my head down and grind my face in the dog cum. When she finished I resumed licking.  
 

Therese called Debbie over. "The slut needs some help cleaning up. Get down on your hands and knees and help her."  
 

Debbie hesitated and looked pleadingly at her cousin. "Do you want to be the dog's next bitch." Therese threatened.  
 

Debbie got down beside me and timidly stuck her tongue out. Therese put her foot on Debbie's head and pushed her face into the cum as she had done with me. "Hesitate again and I'll get the dog."  
 

Debbie started licking. A few times she looked like she was going to throw up but the fear of the dog forced her not to and we finished cleaning the floor.  
 

"Now clean the slut's asshole, we don't want another mess after all your hard work."I remained on all fours as Debbie made her way around to my ass. There were tears running down her face. She froze when she she saw my asshole.  
 

I heard the swish through the air then the sound of contact with Debbie's skin. Another lash ripped her body before the scream left her throat. As another stroke flew through the air I heard Therese tell her to clean my asshole.  
  

I felt her tongue against my hole and then a tentative lick. Another blow struck her body before I felt her tongue slip inside me and lick all around my sphincter. Therese ordered me to push back against Debbie forcing her tongue deeper into me.  

"That's it, make sure it's good and clean."  
 

After several minutes licking Therese was satisfied. She placed a collar around both our throats and attached a lead to each. She led both of us on all fours out of the room and up the stairs while everyone else returned outside.  
 

When she came to her bedroom she left me outside while she took Debbie inside. After a few minutes I heard the first of a series of terrifying screams from Debbie. I crawled towards my own room and eventually fell asleep.   
 

I don't know how long I slept before I was woken by a slap across the face. Beth was standing over me. "Shower and put on some stilettos and your collar and lead, nothing else. Then come downstairs." She left.  
 

When I arrived downstairs my husband and Beth were sitting in the lounge. My husband called me over and I lay down beside him. An hour or so passed when his phone rang. He answered the call, then took my lead and the three of us headed for the front door.  
 

A car and van were pulling up. Five men got out. I recognised one of them from the video the twins had forced me to watch. I screamed and tried to get back into the house but my husband pulled hard on my lead dragging me back to him. Beth was grinning enjoying my fear and panic.  
 

The man I recognised came over to my husband and handed him an envelope. My husband opened it and looked inside. It was crammed with $100 notes. By now I was hysterical pulling at my collar trying to get away. The other four men had joined us.  
 

My husband spoke to the man, "She's all yours."  
 

"You will never see her again." the man replied. "She will spend the rest of her days at our stables. I will send you on the films."  
  

The other men grabbed Beth and ripped her dress off her body. She looked at my husband in shock then horror as she realised what was happening. She started to kick and scream trying to fight off the men before one of them punched her in the stomach. She slumped to the ground. Her bikini was torn from her body leaving her naked. I then noticed the camera filming her ordeal.  
  

My husband went over to her, bent down and pulled the engagement ring from her finger. She was then dragged screaming to the van. My husband was dragging me back into the house by the time the vehicles started to drive off.   
  

so last night i got very very very horny looking at sissy porn along with some of my favorite female pornstars who i feel really ABSOLUTELY LOOOOOOVE and really own stretching their not only beautiful but goddess-level and tight AF pussies that definitely got me to the slutty submissive masochistic level of horniness i reached after completely feminizing myself by shaving, doing makeup. fake lashes, lipstick, hair bows, goth girl lingerie and masturbating myself to orgasms at least 10 times looking through some well-put together sissy caption galleries that kept helpong me fantasize about being pushed to transition myself so i could be the slutty fem i feel like inside, getting degraded by dominant men who put me in my place by splattering me back to back with cum, making me eat as much as i can, reminding me to keep my flaccid 2in cock hidden in my cum soaked panties till they decide i can jack off onto myself then to think about how good it must feel to have a pussy as a woman, what all those sizes feel like, how long it has been since i stretched or got to feel something deep in mine because i no longer have parts of my toy sets, and most of all how much i would reallly love to one day be able to get creampied and feel cum matted in my hair, dripping down my face to mix with drool in my mouth, then dribble from my chin y
to my chest.

This black plug is about 6in tall with a girth of over 9in. My usual plug is at 6in girth and even that one has definitely got a painful stretch accompanied by that pop of your asshole triying to recoil back closed once you pass the lip of a plug but i had trained myself to register the pain from the pink plug's pop as something that makes me feel like such a submissive-bratty slut so i decided that since i was a little stretched out from leaving that plug in almost all day and night that i was going to take advantage and see how much pain i could could take and maybe get to take a humiliating picture of this plug filling my hole to a girth that is girthier than almost every dick on the entire planet. I found it very difficult to keep trying to go deeper but as i worked myself up and down, i fould that it started to change into pleasure that gave me chills like i was suddenly transported to a walk in refrigerator and the only way to get warmth was to fuck it with this animalistic instinct moving my hips up and down, making spiral patterns with my ass on each up and down motion. This inner slut spirit in me has clearly been depraved and the arousal i got from doing this for at least the next 20-30 minutes caused my limp tiny cock to pour q constant leak of precum pouring all the way to the floor way to the floor for about 15 minutes til i git up and decided to try every position i could to make my guts open up more inside. furthest i could get was about 1 inch from the bottom which made me feel so fucking desperate to be punished with the pain of it just popping in but it just kept hitting a dead end that would was pushing with such force along with the insane amount of lube i used that i knew if i let go, that it would pop out of me like i was a slutty sissy cum champagne bottle popping a cork 🤣😄😄 Thankfully i felt myself about to orgasm (my very first sissygasm actually because i did it all with just anal stimulation which basically bukkaked my stomach, it made left me so disoriented with prolonged waves of pleasure followed by trembles, but made me have to lay shamefully completely soaked in sweat, lube, and cum that didnt stop leaking out if me til around 7 mins after i had that orgasm hit. My asshole is was gaped for quite a while and i had to eventually strain kegels through my ass muscles to keeo myself from worrying about if i was leaking lube onto my floor.

I have never in my life felt so degraded, submissive, humiliated, pleasured, or more in tou h with the slutty trans girl i fantasize about being. Honestly I would love for the readers to keep that spirit foing by dropping some comments that degrade, humiliate, emasculate, and make me feel like im a dumb little slut who should keep trainig my mouth and ass further down the road of being a submissive sex slave cuckold toy to some dom goddesses or gods. wierd how addictive it is to dream about how badly it gets me off thinking about being a fluffer - voyeur for people who are obviously superior to give each other the sex they deserve while i experience that bliss of torture from denial and control. What can I say? im a hot mess who got the wrong biology for the girl i feel like inside.

Its been a while since something irked me enough to post here. But im pretty irked. So here goes.

You know how people draw Muhammed for shits n giggles? Then immediately get upset at the Muslims who get so offended by it that they want to take a gun to peoples' heads?

Im not a muslim, and i dont particularly like what they stand for. But something i like even less than that is people who refuse to be considerate toward them, knowing full well the consequences of what they're doing. Even worse, they say "I have the right to free speech" like its an excuse to antagonize whoever you want.

Its alot like getting up in a black mans' face and telling him "Fuck you nigger bitch" and then busting a cap in him once he lashes out at you, saying "I have the right to free speech" like its an excuse to antagonize people.

It'd be simpler to say "You poke the bear, the bear will bite".

What i dont understand is, what is so damn difficult about not doing the ONE thing that makes muslim people turn violent? ONE FUCKING THING. YOU HAD ONE FUCKING JOB. TO NOT DRAW MUHAMMED. MERHAMMERD. MO-HUMID. AND YOU FUCKED IT UP.

I mean, do people even understand where the whole "Draw Muhammed" thing came from?
Wether they want to admit it or not, doing it wasnt even a thing prior to an event in recent history, over a certain TV show. A TV show that whos producers, when met with threats, went ahead and censored it. But nope. People dont care about why something is censored. Only caring that it IS censored.

Drawing Mohammerd is nothing more than saying "I dont give a shit about other people".

It makes me want to rage. People who draw their prophet, and then shit all over them when they get upset, are nothing but a bunch of air thieving retards who are moving humanity back two steps, who do not deserve the right to free speech, since they clearly are incapable of using it non-malliciously.

It should be like street racing. You get too many 'points' on your license, your license gets taken away, because you dont know any better.

I dont brake check people. I dont flip people off while driving.
I dont stick my arms out into the cages at the zoo. I dont even touch food without washing my hands first, if it can be helped.

And i certainly wont draw the prophet Muhammad. Because i know that it apparantly makes a certain people so upset that it makes them want to kill other people.

And you know why i dont do these things? Because i know better. Because i give a shit about other people. Because doing it is tantamount to causing the violence to occurr.

Seriously people. Dont do the equivalent of poking a bear, or brake checking a semi truck. Its stupid. It causes mankind to retrograde. And its pretty damn insensitive toward a very large group of people. People that we know all to well will take to violence when someone does the ONE thing that will almost certainly make them flip.

I dont care what backward ass reasoning you have to try and justify it. You KNOW what will happen if you do it. Have some fucking self control, and dont do it. Otherwise, stop breathing my air. Its not being worth spent on the line about your "Freedoms' that you use to justify your actions.

One day mankind will be able to just get along. But before it happens, we need to learn to respect each other.

But i guess it'll never happen because i have no respect for those who poke the bear, knowing what will happen.

No respect. No respect at all.
"I dont want to live on this planet anymore" - Professor Farnsworth

I should also mention that i've laughed my ass off at some of the drawings of Muhammed people do. Some of them are clever, and not even intended to be malicious. It still doesnt make it right, however. Funny, yes, but not right.

You know, i feel like if i 'preached' about this, stood on a street corner with a sign, and a bullhorn, using my 'right to free speech' to convey a message of fairness and consideration, someone would probably kick my ass. Even though im a natural born citizen of the united states of motherfucking america, and were using my goddamn rights for a GOOD cause.

Anyway, just be considerate toward others. You can claim whatever "White knighting" or "Moral faggotry" you want about it, but its not like bowing in to feminism. Its not like changing everything to be friendly toward animals. Its not even like voting for equality for gays, or protesting against war.

You dont even have to LIKE muslims. Just dont draw their prophet. And make it clear that its got nothing to do with rights or free speech. Its all just about not being an antagonist.

Nobody likes an antagonist. Stop antagonizing people like a nigger.

truckstop2...continuation

I stumbled down that dirt road on wobbly legs feeling exhausted. I almost fell a couple of times and when I squatted to pee. I went directly to my car and drove home. When I arrived home, I fell into bed and slept until mid afternoon. The first thing I thought of when I woke-up was that I missed work. It was too late to call-in and it would be considered a "no-show". I was also aware of my ass burning from its whipping, and the pain in my boobs and pussy. I got up, took off my dress, and looked in the bathroom mirror. I saw welts everywhere, on my boobs, stomach, legs, and back. My ass was almost blistered; but, there was no blood. I turned on the water in the bathtub and took a long hot soaking bath with lots of suds. As I soaked, I remembered the whipping, and hanging upside down sucking their cocks. Their cum was running into my sinuses and burning; so, I had swallowed as much as I could. After my bath, I applied a generous amount of aloe to my welts and had lunch.

I had to ask my Saturday night date for a rain-check because I didn't want him to see the welts on my body. We had fucked on the last date and I knew he would be expecting it again. The welts faded away early in the following week. At night, I was having reoccurring dreams of being horse-whipped with the whip coiling around my body. Then the end of the whip turned into the head of a snake; and, I would wake up as it was about to sink its fangs into my boob. I tried to rationalize what had happened in that barn. Was I raped? No, I walked into the situation to get fucked, knowing that it could get rough. Was it frightening, yes; but it was also exciting. Would I do it again, that was the unanswered question.

On Tuesday, I received a "get well" card in the mail from a John Smith, who I didn't know. The card simply said to check my sent emails. When I did, I found an email sent to John Smith thanking him for the wonderful time. There were three attachments. The first was an image of my drivers license, the second was an image of me sucking someones cock, and the third was a clip of a woman being fucked on a bale of hay, clutching her partner and begging him to make her cum. That woman was me. I was shocked! They obviously knew my address and had pictures. I didn't know what to do. I checked the pics on my phone and found the same ones. The next day, after letting it all sink in, I added a password to access my cell phone. Then, I emailed John Smith asking what he wanted. He replied saying that he hoped that my bruises had healed satisfactorily. He continued that, with the wrong people, I could have been seriously injured. But,he said it was apparent that I enjoyed the evening, even if it wasn't what I expected. He went on describing pleasure and pain and how they were related. Then he said he would like to meet with me again Friday night. I realized how dangerous that night could have been. Also, I had learned the impact of pleasure and pain. I thought about it for a day; then emailed back that I would see him Friday night with the conditions that there would be nothing extreme or that left permanent marks. He directed me to meet him at a "park and ride" lot near me at 7:30pm. He said to wear the same dress with pink heels and no underwear.

When I arrived, I saw a black pickup truck waiting. I parked, clutched the mace in my purse, and walked over to it. He put the window down and I saw Mike alone. He said to get in, which I did. As we drove away, I was thinking that leaving my car behind made me feel helplessness but excited from not knowing what would happen next. He complimented me on my attractiveness and how sexy my body was. He said that he couldn't stop thinking about me. Then he asked me how I felt when he whipped me with his belt. I said that I was frightened and that it hurt, but not too badly. He said to pull up my dress and show him my bare cunt. I did. displaying my freshly shaved pussy. I use the words boob and pussy; he uses tit and cunt, which seems a bit crude. He asked how I felt hanging upside down sucking cock; I replied that I truly love sucking cock. Then he said that it was obvious that I enjoyed being fucked. He said that there were lots of things he wanted to do with me as long as I was willing. I repeated that I would try as long as he gave me no permanent marks or did anything extreme. When we arrived at his farm, he took me into his house and not the barn.

His house was an older type farm house with wood siding that looked freshly painted. There were area rugs over a hardwood floor; and, his furniture was upholstered and just a little dated. He said for me to sit on the couch and went into the kitchen to get two glasses and a bottle of red wine. He sat next to me on the couch and explained that our relationship was very personal and that, when there, he expected me to call him Sir, and be obedient to his commands. Then he asked me if I liked being naked, to which I said yes. His first command was to take-off my dress. I did, becoming naked except for my heels. Next, he told me to walk around the room and to jiggle my boobs. I did. Then he said to sit down next to him and he fondled and squeezed my boobs and pulled at my nipples. They always respond to treatment and he was pleased. Then he squeezed my nipple hard and twisted it. I gasped but didn't resist. He opened the drawer of the end table and took out a plastic 12" ruler. He bent it back and let it slap my boobs just under my nipples, on the sides, then on my nipples. My boobs turned pink and my nipples were hard. He stuck his finger in my pussy and pulled it out wet. He had me lick it clean. It wasn't the first time I had tasted myself and I do like the taste of cum. Then he attached a paper clamp firmly on about an inch of each nipple and areola and attached a chain to each one. He pulled on the chain. It was painful; but, my boobs are wired to my pussy and it began to itch. Then, he said to spread my legs and he slapped the inside of my thighs. Then he knelt between my legs and began softly biting and sucking my thighs and pussy lips, and licking my pussy, while tugging on the chain and pushing a finger in my ass. When I was almost ready to orgasm, he stopped and slapped my pussy hard, saying its not time yet. Then he took the clamps and chain off my boobs, licked them with his tongue, and sucked them softly. He led me to the bathroom and handed me a fleet enema and told me come out when I was finished. When I walked back into the living room, he was sitting on the couch with his pants off. He told me to kneel between his legs and suck his cock. I did. It was already hard and a bit thicker and longer than my exes. I licked his cock and hairy balls before I began to suck. He stopped me before he came, once again saying that it wasn't time yet. There was a dog collar laying on the coffee table with a gold metal label that said "Pet". He told me to fasten it around my neck.

Then he led me into the kitchen and down some steps into a pantry cellar which had shelves holding canned goods. He opened a steel door and led me down more steps to another room. He said it was built as a bomb shelter and was about 12 feet wide and maybe 15 feet long. The walls, floor and ceiling were concrete and painted a bright red. He told me that we were six feet underground and that, it was sound-proof. My skin felt goose bumpy because the temperature was about 60 degrees. There were large wood floor to ceiling posts down the middle of the room with metal ring at various heights, whips and floggers hanging on the walls, some cabinets, and a number of benches, tables, and a red padded cross. There were also some flood lights on tripods. He took me to a table and had me lie down and put my legs in stirrups like on a doctors examining table. Then he got a plug with a hairy red tail on it from one of the cabinets, put some lube on it, and slowly pushed it into my ass. It was about the same size as a cock and was only slightly painful. He licked my pussy some more until I was ready to cum; then he stopped. He led me to the cross and buckled my wrists and ankles to the ends with cuffs; and, attached clamps to my nipples. He got a flogger from the wall and started whipping me from my thighs to my boobs. The flogging was more feathery than painful, even when he lashed me hard. He explained that he had floggers that would hurt a lot more. I could see my skin getting pink and felt a warm sensation where he flogged me. He told me to use a scale from 1 to 5 to describe the level of pain, with 5 meaning too much. I said 1. Then he got a flood lamp and a camera. I told him I didn't want pictures taken; and, he said that he wouldn't show my face. Then he blindfolded me. The next thing I felt was a sharp sting on my left boob. Then on my right, then my thigh, stomach, and another on my boobs. Pause. Then a couple hard slaps on each boob that made them bounce. Even though it hurt, I was feeling aroused. I've always liked it when men felt and played with my boobs. Then he was wrapping something around the base of my boobs. Pause. I think he was taking pictures. Then, I felt some hard lashes (cane) on both boobs. He did 10 in total. The cane felt different, not like a sting, more like a slap. I liked it better. My boobs were radiating to my pussy and making it itch. Then he applied a vibe to my clit and I orgasm-ed hard. He unbuckled me from the cross and took me back to the table with stirrups, laid me down, and fucked my pussy until I had another orgasm. He moved to the head of the table and fucked my face until he coated my mouth and throat with his cum and told me to swallow every drop. I did. It was getting late by then and he took me back upstairs and gave me a strong drink of whisky before bed. As we drank, he asked me how I felt so far; and, I said I loved it. He said that tomorrow would be even better. Then took me to bed, applied an aloe cream to my "pretty titties" and fucked my pussy again, cumming inside me.

Saturday morning, I had hickeys on my inner thighs and my boobs. I made a big breakfast with bacon, eggs, toast and jam. Afterwards, Mike instructed me to take another enema after taking a shower. When I finished, I found him at his computer emailing pictures to someone. I think they were my pics. He smacked my ass a few times and pinched my boobs. Then he chastised me for forgetting to put my collar on. I went and did that. I was ordered to clean his bathroom and vacuum his living room floor. As I did that, he occasionally whipped my ass with a belt. He asked me what I wanted him to do to me; and, I responded "whatever pleases you Sir". I was starting to learn my role. He said to get my leash; and, he led me back down to the bomb shelter. He told me to get on the table; and, he inserted another butt plug, this one without a tail. Then he said to go to the cross and spread my arms and legs. He attached the cuffs to my wrists and ankles. They had a soft lining and were attached to the cross with clips that allowed a few inches of movement. He added a blindfold. The next thing I felt were tiny pin pricks that traveled up and down my arms and legs, across my tummy and around my boobs. It didn't really hurt but was tantalizing. I later found that it was a wheel with a handle. He pushed it hard a couple times and broke the skin on my boob and ass, leaving a little mark like a hypodermic needle. Then he taped a vibrating egg in my pussy and turned it on to a low setting. He turned me around on the cross so that I was facing the cross and had my back to him and attached clamps to my nipples. I heard some movement then felt that flogger from Friday night whipping my back, ass, and legs. It was just enough to give me a warm feeling. Pause. The I felt a different flogger that had some sting to it. He asked me how that felt and I said 2. He continued whipping my back side and instructed me to count 20 lashes, saying "thank you Sir" after each one. The lashes were maybe 30 seconds apart, which was enough time for the pain to diminish and for me to feel the egg again. I was definitely feeling warm after that. He turned the egg to a higher setting and I felt my juices beginning to run. The next flogger was heavier and landed with a thud instead of a sting. Each lash jolted me, and I said 3 when asked. He gave me another 20 lashes which required the same counting and "thank you Sir". The warm feeling changed to hot, I was panting, and my legs felt weak. It was becoming difficult to stand in high heels with my legs spread apart. The last flogger was a 4 and the egg caused me to cum after the seventh lash. It was a different feeling orgasm than I had experienced before and it felt awesome. The cum was running down my legs and dripping on the floor. He continued to 20. He told me that I was responding well and turning a nice red color; then asked me if I enjoyed my orgasm. I said "God yes" and Thank you Sir. When he removed my blindfold, I saw a flood light and a camera on a tripod that had recorded my whipping. I said nothing about it. He rubbed an aloe cream all over my back, ass, and thighs.

Mike left me alone for a few minutes and returned with a razor and shaving cream. He ordered me to shave his genitals; and, if I nicked him, I would be punished. He laid down on the table and put his legs in the stirrups. He was kind of hairy on his legs and stomach, which made his shaved crotch stand out; but, I did the best I could. There was hair on his cock and his sack and I nicked him a couple of times. He felt it immediately and said I would pay for that. When I finished and cleaned him with a washcloth, he got up and went upstairs. He returned with bottles of water and a cup of yogurt. He gave me a water, opened the yogurt, and stuck his cock in it. He ordered me to lick it off. I ate the yogurt eagerly just because I was hungry; but, his clean-shaved cock was a bonus. Afterwards, he took me back to the table, strapped me down and brought a fucking machine with a dildo that rotated and flexed sideways. He inserted it in my pussy and turned it on. It moved in and out and flexed so that it alternately contacted my g-spot and bumped my cervix. Then he left me for a couple of hours. The machine drove me crazy and I was moving my hips to get more of the dildo. I don't know how many times I orgasm-ed until I became dry and it became painful. Towards the end, Mike returned and I sensed another presence in the room. There were no voices; but, I felt a different hand on my boobs, squeezing and kneading. A different cock was on my lips and I eagerly took it in my mouth and sucked on it until it creamed in my mouth.

An hour later, Mike released me from the table and took me upstairs. It was 8pm, and we ate a pizza and drank some wine. He took me to bed and fucked my ass for the first time. It didn't hurt at all because I had had that plug in me all day. I fell asleep right away. Sunday morning, he took me back to my car and said he would call me during the week.

On tuesday i saw a photo on in the currently being viewed of a girl who appeared to be passed out on her belly hugging a beer bottle. She had long eye lashes and brown shorts on. Can someone post that link for me. i cant find it anywhere.

Here is the second chapter of my story - 'How do good girls end up as bitches?'

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

Now you�ve got to understand that I can�t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn�t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples� kids.

Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others � like wife�s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to � did things with me because they liked it�got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.

So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I�ve done � but I�ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.

One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he�s not stupid � corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes � stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn�t started my periods yet, but he didn�t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to �breed me� and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up � wasn�t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn�t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.

Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it�s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it�s not. There are perverts everywhere � doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there�s someone out there dying to do it � for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.

It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help � a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.

My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session � my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn�t hurt anymore when I sat down.

In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn�t want to fuck me again until I�d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs � how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties � but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I�d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit � Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.

So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe�s waiting room, wearing Dad�s idea of cute little girl clothes � a tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn�t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn�t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.

Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly � the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married � happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn�t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest � a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites. If you like that kind of thing I�m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.

Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe�s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United�s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did � I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder � another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.

So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken � I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad�s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There�deal done, negotiations over � time to sample the merchandise.

So my first examination time had come and although I�m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.

Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics � maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor�s coat so I couldn�t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly � why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt�so slowly�reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs�and his bulging eyes followed it down�down to my shoes�me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what�s in my bra.

I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it � what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. Five more minutes gone! Now for the bra�reaching behind to the clasp�licking my lips, �It�s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?� The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.

I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view � light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.

Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor�off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.

Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips�slow�must do it slowly�easing them down one side at a time�rocking them down my thighs�the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs � long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now�lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.

Standing naked in front of the doctor�s desk he studied me from head to toe�paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, �Turn around please Sonia,� he asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.

Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales � more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God�s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I�m sure!

�Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups,� says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn�t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent latex gloves � you know I�ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it�s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger�even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he�s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound � God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.

So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars�and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider�.wider�Jesus Christ he�s going to split me in half! �Just relax and it won�t hurt a bit.� No it won�t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.

�Now, now Sonia,� says Doc Pervert, �We can�t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.� So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he�s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck � securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent � that�s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound. Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!

Now it was the doc�s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks � can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn�t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn�t use the end with the buckle.

The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn�t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it � almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It�s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It�s true, try it.

I don�t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing � maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream � just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back � unsure of what strength to put into each blow.

The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me�trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn�t scream at all � the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach � and brought out all the air in a pathetic �Whoosh!� that turned into an even more stupid �Wooor!� sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain � the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it�s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt � naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He�s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again��Waugh�..augh�.augh!� Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.

But tears aren�t the only liquid that started to leak � it�s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now�drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor�s office carpet.

It didn�t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn�t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn�t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me � I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I�ve been made to drink a man�s pee before a few times, but I�ve never had anyone drinking mine.

He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs�drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour � hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.

I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he�d sucked down the last drop � and there was quite a lot � he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could�I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy � and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.

He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.

You know guys, once you�ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that�s why you like hookers so much � no need for commitments. And I guess that�s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I�m right � yeah that�s right, what are wives really for? Fucking � forget it, after the first 50 times it�s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it�s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?

So the doc has blown his load and got his money�s worth. Now he can�t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that�s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn�t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.

As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room � not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.

That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I�ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know � maybe I�ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.

You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it � maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?

So, we walked out to Uncle Bob�s car � a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars � never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.

It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the driver's seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.

With Uncle Bob�s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor � �Everything�, he said with a leer, �Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.� So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple � which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.

I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn�t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.

�Come on baby� he says, �time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.� And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That�s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I�ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.

Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age � 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad�s. He�s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob�s trouser snake ready for action � as usual.

The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy�s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction � at least it started that way.

I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car � I didn�t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it � that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, �Time to saddle up sweetie, let�s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.�

With my hands tied it wasn�t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob�s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob�s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me�putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his pre-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.

�Ok baby, take it� he says. So of course I obliged him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren�t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.

Now you�ve got to remember that although I�ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4th fuck. And I�m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor�s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.

By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob�s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride � trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.

So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob�s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn�t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.

The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that�s when something really odd happened � if you didn�t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl�s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!

Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!

�What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?� He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20th time. �Stop the fucking car.� He yelled at my Dad, �The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats�.

So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. �Get out you moron.� Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.

�Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She�s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!�

He was in a real state. Angrier than I�d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he�d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying �Take it easy Bob, she didn�t mean it.� And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.

�Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.� Was Uncle Bob�s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.

So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. �Not like that you fucking queer.� Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, �I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let�s see you clean it properly � with your fucking tongue!�

My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother�s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.

While I�m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I�ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.

So there�s this unbelievable scene � while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it�s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.

�Let�s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.� Says Uncle Bob. �Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new � OK?�

Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set � right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad�s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat � and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.

So I take Daddy�s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow � for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob�s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing pre-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.

I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn�t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man�s balls!

So that was the first part of Uncle Bob�s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.

Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that�s while you have a hard cock and haven�t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it�s a whole new story and it�s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.

So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn�t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.

Now you�ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty �gay�. And I can�t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even �snuff� for the boys during or after he fucked them. I�ll put some of this in later chapters for you �bi� guys. Let me know if you want more.

I feel really bad....
Ever since my g/f left at 6am this morning instead of working like she is, I have just been playing. I had a long session on my dildo collection whilst my step daughter was at home. After she went out I used the rooms in the house for more sex play. I finished up having a cock and ball torture session. I bound my balls each side so that they stuck out like a wing nut, nice and tight and with over an inch of lashing each side. I then fitted up my tens machine to a 16" dildo using a cock ring, slipped the other wire feed around my swollen dick head, and pushed the dildo deep inside me. I went through all of the programmes on full power, riding my dildo and squirming around on it to balance out the pain with the pleasure. I leaked out loads of pre-cum as my balls electrified and tingles with the electricity passing through them, my cock twitching and throbbing with the intense high from all that power.

I put a picture here so that you folks can rig one up and share the same great feeling - next challenge...get the g/f on it :)

i must confess that women are nothing more than large organic condoms,they should know their place in the home,do the washing up,tidy the house and pleasure their man at his request.women should allow men to penetrate any hole at any time,and if they refuse to swallow then they should be lashed.any bitch that does not comply should be sent over to iran to be stoned to death.

[Enter TIM WISE: white, slightly less grotesquely obese, but equally unbelievably self-righteous, doughy face twisted with hatred, wearing a shirt that reads "Proud Race Traitor" on the front, "SLAVERY/NEVER FORGET!" on the back.]

TIM: Fucking whites. They�re so fucking racist. I hate them all � every last stinking one of them! Just thinking about their� their privilege, their fucking privilege� [Foams at the mouth.] It just makes me so� so FUCKING ANGRY!

I Hate All White People Because They�re So Racist
You�re absolutely right:
The problem is the whites!
They�re lashing out in fear and desperation.
But they�re whiny little shits,
Who haven�t got the wits
To accept the fact of their extermination.

Oh, I�m waiting for the hour
When the whites lose all their power.
Won�t they cry to see their empire�s destruction!
(They can�t guess our true intent
Is to redefine �consent,�
Setting race quotas for white girls� reproduction.)

We must nobly soldier on,
Until all the whites are gone,
And the world shines with a lovely brown patina.
That�s the paradise I seek:
A global Congo, Mozambique,
Or New Orleans (after Hurricane Katrina).

Now, admittedly those places
(That are full of non-white races)
All have problems rather worse than just low grades:
When they�re not out poaching rhinos,
They�re dismembering albinos
Or raping little kids to cure their AIDS.

Of course, their failure�s not innate;
It�s always due to racial hate
And the never-healing wounds of those it tramples.
So I�m sure, once truly free,
They�ll build a great society �
Though I cannot cite historical examples.

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White rights, white racial consciousness, and positive white identity

I have a bit of a situation here, and thought I would solicit some advice. Im not completely sure I did the wrong thing, but I may have, and its bugging me a bit.

Heres what happened:

My wife had a business trip to make last week, and as we were loading her things into the truck for the run to the airport, a neighbor came by, walking her dog. Sally and her husband live around the corner from us, a few houses down. We dont know her well, other than from other times like that, when she stops to chat for a couple of minutes. We talked about the usual things, commenting on the weather, etc., and she said something about the suitcase I had just put in the truck. We explained that my wife was headed out of town for work, and her gift to me, since she had to be gone, was to arrange for the kids to spend a few nights with their friends, so Id have a break. We said goodbye to the neighbor and hurried on out to the airport.

I headed on into work and put in a full day, made longer than usual, it seemed by the number of fires I had to put out niggling little things that various staff members called about or came by to discuss. I was so glad to get home to the quiet and settle back with a glass of Scotch and see what was happening on ML.

I had just begun to settle in when there was a knock at the carport door. I set the MacBook aside and went to see what was up. You guessed it standing at my door was the dog-walking neighbor. She was holding a plate and, as I opened the door, she walked right in and set it on the kitchen counter.

Brownies. Just made them. I figured somebody should take care of you while youre home alone. Did you just get in from work?

Im not much on sweets, but I did the right thing and thanked her for thinking of me and said yes, that I was just settling down from long day and was glad to be home. Being generally hospitable, I asked, Can I get you something to drink? I know we have some Coke and Sprite, and maybe a couple of other things. (I wasnt going to offer her alcohol, because I remembered that she was in AA, because we had discovered that we had a mutual friend who was in her group.)

Honestly, that looks a lot better right now, she said, pointing to my Scotch. What are you drinking?

I was a bit surprised, but I figured that she was an adult and could make her choices.

Scotch.

Yum. What kind? She stuck her nose over my glass.

Laphroiag. Its pretty smoky I have some other things you might like better.

No, that smells perfect!

I have to admit I was impressed. It seems that not so many people like Scotch, and certainly not the strong, peaty stuff that I favor. Ten-year-old Laphroiag cask strength whisky cant be beat. Whisky Magazine awarded it Best Single Malt in the World. (I know you think Im off track by now, but this relates to my dilemma!)

Anyway, I poured her a single shot, not wanting to overdo it, given her history. I moved my computer from the chaise lounge where I had been sitting earlier, and we sat down. Sally is easy to talk to, so we sipped and chatted about the weather, work, kids, etc. Shes also pretty easy to look at. Standing probably 57, she has shoulder length auburn hair, a fairly fit body, with nice curves. Im not great at describing women, but you get the picture I didnt mind too much that I was suddenly hosting my vanilla neighbor for an after-work drink. It was actually proving to be better entertainment than I expected. Looking at the way she nicely filled out the tank top she had on, revealing rather larger nipples under the thin, taut fabric, I realized I was getting hard.

I quickly averted my glance from her breasts to her face and found her looking straight at me I had been caught! She gave me a quick wink and turned to take another sip of Scotch. Then she said, Looks like somebodys pretty happy to be here, and stretched a hand over and laid it across the bulge in my crotch!

Oh, shit! I thought, but before I could say anything, she had turned to fully face me, covered my mouth with hers, and began to kiss me passionately as she massaged my cock through my pants. She was quite a kisser, and between that and the work her hand was doing on my, I was as hard as a rock.

Finally, broke the kiss and she came up for air. Maybe taking care of you should involve something better than brownies. With that, she slid down onto her knees in front of me, and began to undo my pants.

Some of you have been in this kind of situation before, I assume. If you have, you realize that once a woman has her hands on your cock, common sense can go out the window. Not only did I not try to stop this supposedly vanilla neighbor whose husband I had never met, but I raised my hips so she could slide my trousers and underwear down and off.

She grinned as she squeezed my cock. It was already leaking pre-cum heavily, and as a large drop began to run down the front of it, she darted her tongue out to catch it, looking into my eyes.

Mmmm. Lets see what else this thing has in it, she purred, as she slid her full lips over me, engulfing the head and sliding all the way down. She made only the slightest gagging sound as I hit the back of her throat; she pressed on, and the next thing I knew, her lips were encircling the base of my cock. With my tool completely stuffed down her throat, she looked up again. Her deep brown eyes were wide. She batted her lashes at me and slid back.

I think I can work with this, she said. Lie back and relax!

For the next fifteen minutes she gave me one of the best blowjobs I can remember and Ive have some good ones, many from women on this site. She worked my cock over with her mouth, sliding up and down, augmenting her efforts with expert twists of her hands over my shaft below her lips. Occasionally, she would lick the length of it, from balls to the glans, taking the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue around the ridge of the corona. Turning her head sideways, she slid her wet tongue and lips up and down the front of it, alternately taking the frenulum gently in her teeth, and then sucking it as she ran her tongue along it.

At one point, she stopped to wet a finger and began to work it up my ass, as she continued sucking. With long, slow strokes, she took my entire shaft again and again, while massaging my prostate. It was incredibly intense, and I could tell that the impending orgasm would be huge. My balls felt like they were boiling. I lay back, warmth rising in my chest, watching her at her work. Up and down, rolling her tongue across the front of my cock with each stroke.

Finally, I erupted with huge contractions six or eight strong jets of cum shot into the back of her throat. She kept sucking. Up and down, up and down. As my spasms ebbed and my body began to relax, coming down from its high, she squeezed everything out of me with her mouth, not losing a drop. Not until my cock began to wilt did she release me, giving the head a final kiss and looking up with a smile.

Better?

All I could do for a minute was nod. With a big grin, she said, Good! Ill be over to check on you again tomorrow and Ill have more time to take care of you thoroughly!

We stood up, and I pulled my pants on again and walked her to the door. A nice hug and a kiss, then she was on her way home.

So, heres the question that Im trying to resolve in my mind. Was I wrong to give a shot of Scotch to someone whos in AA?

Pauline The Slut - Part 11: Back Home

I spent most of the next day in bed. I was emotionally and physically shattered. Despite the humiliation and degradation I had endured over the previous two weeks the thing that hurt most was his affair with Beth. 
I expected the phone to ring but it didn't. That evening I showered, dressed and prepared dinner. He arrived home just before 7. I met him at the door as he now demanded.
"Clean my cock slut." Clean his cock? He must have meant suck it, he hadn't fucked me yet. I got down on my knees and undone his trousers dropping them and his underwear to the ground. His cock stunk and was covered in white flakes. He seen me wince at the sight.
"I fucked Beth before I left the office and I didn't have time to clean it. Now clean her cunt juices off my cock." 
I dry retched at the thought of licking her juices. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head towards him.
"Do it now or I send last nights video to your parents, sister, our kids and everyone else I can think of."
I opened my mouth and used my tongue to clean him. After a few minutes he removed his cock and told me to clean his balls as well. I moved my head to get a better angle. I licked his balls. He spread his legs and told me to suck them. I took one in my mouth and then the other.
He then turned around, leaned against the wall and spread his legs. "I'm all sweaty between my buttocks. Pull my cheeks apart and lick me clean. Make sure you do a really good job on my asshole." My spirit was broken. I parted his cheeks and placed my face between them. I nervously began licking. The taste of sweat was turning my stomach. I avoided his asshole until he ordered me to start licking it.
"That feels really good. I think you have found something you're good at slut. Now push your tongue into my hole."
I never thought of anything so disgusting. I had to force myself to do it. I poked my tongue. The taste of shit was horrendous.
"Push it in more slut and move it around."
I pushed in as far as I could. He pushed back grinding his ass into my face. After what seemed like eternity he stood up. "Get the dinner."
When I brought our dinner out I was stunned to see him masturbating. I put his dinner on the table before him and was about to put mine on the floor when he took the plate off me. I looked on in horror as he started to cum all over my dinner. He then handed the plate back to me. "I don't want to see anything left on the plate."
I laid the plate on the floor and got down on all fours. He was watching me as I started to take small morsels off the plate. The food was ruined by the cum but I had no choice. I ate everything.
When dinner was finished he went to watch TV while I cleaned up. I went in to him afterwards. He didn't look at me. "Go get the dildo upstairs and bring it back here."When I returned he had me lie on the floor in front of him and masturbate using the dildo. He kept giving me instructions, having me change position, suck the dildo, use one hand to message my breasts and pinch my nipples while pounding the dildo in and out of my cunt.
"I want you to take the dildo out of your cunt and start using it on your ass.""Please not that."
He jumped up from his seat, unbuckled his belt and removed it from his trousers. He started to whip me. I screamed and tried to crawl away. He grabbed my hair, spun me around and started lashing my breasts. The pain tore through me. He let go the belt, bent down and pulled and twisted my nipples. My screams got louder and my head started to spin. It felt like my nipples were been ripped off me.
"Stop, Stop, I'll do it." He continued to torture my nipples. Then he let go and went back to his chair.

 "Now fuck your cunt with the dildo again and after a few minutes take it out and fuck your arse. Put on a really good show. If you fail this time I'll drag you out on to the road and tie you to a tree and leave you there."
I spread my legs and inserted the dildo into my cunt. I worked hard so as to avoid another beating. I then took it out and moved it to my ass. I was very nervous pushing it in and could only manage to get the tip in. I rotated the dildo but I just couldn't insert it any further. My husband smiled. "Don't worry, you'll get better with practice. Don't stop."
I kept trying. He got up and took his clothes off. He got between my legs and started to fuck my cunt. I felt his hand move beneath me. He took hold of the dildo and continued to gently rotate it. He was now fucking me harder.
"Ahhhhh." He rammed the dildo up my ass and started to push it up and down in time with his thrusts into my cunt. My ass felt like it was been ripped open. My screams filled the house. I fought to get up but he pressed his body against me pinning me to the floor. He was pushing it further and further up me. The pain was intense and my head was about to explode.
I almost passed out out as he gave one final push before he started to cum. When he filled my cunt with his cum he got up off me and went to bed. I lay there, destroyed, in pain and crying.

Pauline

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I confess I had a great time. My wife asked me to take her mom to the theater up in the city. I felt I had to, but it turned out a big plus. Afterwards we had a late dinner, and a couple of bottles of wine, most of which her mom drank. The talk turn to sex, and on the drive home it got really nasty. We talk about her experiences, and she asked me how Lisa, my wife, was in bed. I made sure to use the most vulgar terms (cock, cunt, ass fucking), and made stuff up about Lisa's sexual needs just to gauge her mom's reaction. My mother-in-law confessed to liking getting fucked doggy style while wearing panties, and swallowing. I told her my wife's pussy gets so wet, and asked her if she was like that. She said yes. I said Lisa liked getting tit fucked, and added you know Lisa has those big tits "just like you". I asked her if she had big nipples like Lisa, and again she said yes. I told her I love gently biting Lisa's nipples and that I could make Lisa come just from that alone. Just when I was sure we had reach a limit, she surprised me by asking me more questions. She asked me if Lisa was still getting fucked every night (she actually used the work "fucked"). I yes just about, except when she is on the rag, then I either ass drill her, or face fuck her. I said "I try to keep her cock happy". I asked her if my father in law was feeding the bone to her on a regular basis, and she said no. I said that I at lease hoped her cunt and his mouth were best friends, and she said unfortunately he does not do that anymore. I told her I did not want to brag but that when I give Lisa a tongue lashing I can get Lisa to arch her back and I make her toes curl. When I dropped her off she said you are probably going home to make love to Lisa. I sad no, I'm going home to shaft Lisa, but I'll be thinking of you and I smiled. Last questions she asked me was if I would mind terribly doing this again. I said maybe next time we spend the night in the city. She said she would tell Lisa that it would be best because I was so tired driving home. I told her based on the amount of rod I intended to feed Lisa when I got home, it would be better to say that spending the night would allow me to enjoy a few drinks. She said it was settled then and that next time we would stay in the city and she world spring for the rooms. I said rooms or room? I added that she could keep her panties on. I was sure the next time I saw my mother-in-law she would be embarrassed, but when Lisa and I went over there for dinner my mother-in-law was so nice to me. Lisa said it was because her mom appreciated my taking her to the theater, and my father-in-law said as long he didn't have to. When Lisa's mom suggest the overnight, I acted surprise at the suggestion. Lisa thought is was a great idea, and my father-in-law offered to spring for the entire trip.

Pauline The Slut - Part 40: Gifts For The Sluts 
 

That evening after dinner we were all sitting in the lounge. The twins came out with some bags and lay them on the floor beside my husband. He looked around the room at us. 
 

"I bought some gifts when we were in the town." He called Anne over to him and handed her a bag. She took out a box, opened it and took out a strapon with a large 8 inch dildo. 
 

"Put it on." He instructed her. She dropped her dress to the floor and stepped into the strapon. We all watched as she adjusted it on her body.  
 

"Now fuck one of your daughters." He commanded her. She looked at him and then turned to Linda. She took her by the hand and led her to the centre of the room. She pushed her to her knees and had her lick the dildo before taking it in her mouth. It was so hot watching the two of them. After a few minutes Anne knelt down in front of her daughter. She lifted Linda's dress off her body and then helped her out of her panties. 
 

She caressed her breasts before laying her out on the floor. She moved her hand between Linda's legs. Satisfied that Linda was ready she moved between her legs and pushed the dildo into her cunt. 
 

We were all mesmerised by the scene before us when my husband called Therese over. He handed her a bag. It also contained a strapon. She stripped and put it on. She then signalled Debbie to join her beside Debbie's mother and sister. They both kissed passionately as Debbie stroked the dildo. Soon she was lying beside her sister as Therese rammed into her with force.  
 

I was called over next. He handed me a bag. It was another strapon. "Fuck Hannah, cowgirl position." he ordered. I brought Hannah out beside the others. I kissed her moving slowly down her body until I arrived at her fresh young cunt. I kissed and licked her until she was ready to mount the strapon. I then lay on the floor and guided Hannah onto the dildo. It took her a little while to find her rhythm but once she did she rode the strapon with enthusiasm.  
  

My husband then called Beth over and handed her the last package. It contained a whip. She smiled at him. My mother was sucking Donal's cock while my father was filming the scene before him.  
 

Beth stepped towards the fucking couples on the floor. The whip flew through the air and came down on Anne's back. Anne cried out.  
 

"Fuck harder slut, make your daughter scream. Show her no mercy." she snarled as the whip came down again on Anne's back. She continued to whip her until Anne was viciously pounding in and out of Linda's cunt. Soon Linda was begging her to stop only to be rewarded with a lash of the whip across her breasts.  
 

"Tell you mother to fuck you harder." The whip fell on her breasts again. Linda was crying from the combination of the pounding and the whip. After a few more lashes she looked up at her mother "Fuck me hard please." Happy with their efforts Beth turned to me and Hannah. As she passed Therese and Debbie she brought the whip down across Debbie's breast. She let out a scream. 
 

"Do it again" Therese said to Beth as she forced Debbies hands down by her side. Three more lashes came down on Debbie's breasts before Therese was happy with the results.  
 

Hannah looked at Beth, tears were already rolling down her cheek. "Please don't." she begged. Beth ran the whip down the length of Hannah's back. Hannah shivered. She then placed her hand on Hannah's shoulder and pushed towards me. "Kiss your slut aunt." 
 

Hannah repositioned herself on the dildo as she moved in to kiss me. Beth continued to stroke her back with the whip. My husband came over and stood beside Beth admiring the scene before him.  
 

He kissed Beth passionately and then turned towards Hannah and me. Beth pulled Hannah's head by the hair. "Look into the camera, Slut." she ordered her. 
 

 Donal having finished fucking my mother's mouth was now filming us. Beth continued to hold Hannah by the hair as my husband positioned himself behind her. She started to scream when she realised what was about to happen. "No, not there." she roared. 
 

 Everyone turned to watch us. Beth continued to hold Hannah firmly by the hair so that her face remained in shot of the camera. My husband, now in position, pushed his cock against the entrance of her virgin ass. Her screams became louder as she felt the pain from his forced entrance. 
 

 "That's the tip in." Beth said to her "Just another eight inches or so to go." Hannah became hysterical. "Your face looks so pretty full of fear and pain. This will make a great film." 
 

 My husband pushed further into Hannah's ass telling me to fuck her cunt harder.  
 

 My father had pulled Anne off Linda, turned Linda on to her stomach and was getting ready to fuck her ass. Linda let out a cry as he forced himself into her tight hole. 
 

 By now my husband's cock was more than half way up Hannah's ass. Her screams continued and Beth was enjoying holding her by the hair and tormenting her. 
 

 Therese encouraged by the scene around her instructed Debbie to get up on all fours. With tears rolling down her face, Debbie reluctantly obeyed offering her beautiful bottom for Therese to abuse. Therese told her to pull her cheeks apart. When she did Therese wasted no time burying the well juiced dildo into her cousin's arse. Debbie screamed. 
 

 By now my husband was preparing for one last push to bury himself completely inside Hannah. He looked at Beth and smiled as he forced the remainder of his cock into her ass. Hannah's screams reverberated throughout the house. Donal made sure that her face remained in camera throughout. The taking of her virgin ass had been recorded for posterity. 
 

 Anne's three daughters were all having their ass's fucked by different members of her family. She lay defeated on the ground. My father started to cum in Linda's ass. When he finished he moved over to Anne and forced her to clean his brown stained cum coated cock with her mouth. 
 

 Next my husband filled Hannah's ass with his cum. Hannah collapsed on top of me when he pulled out of her. The dildo remaining inside her well fucked cunt. He too went to Anne and had her clean his cock. 
 

 We all watched as Therese continued to fuck Debbie in the ass for the next few minutes. When she finished Beth said "That dildo needs to be cleaned, why don't you get Anne to do it for you." Therese walked over to Anne. Anne got to her knees and knelt before Therese and took the dildo into her mouth. After a few seconds, Therese put her hand on the back of Anne's head and forced the dildo all the way down her throat. Anne struggled and started to gag before Therese pulled out. She allowed Anne to regain her breath before forcing her to take the full length of the dildo again down her throat. She did this several times before releasing Anne to watch her collapse to the floor. 
 

 My husband told Anne to take off her strapon and give it to Linda. We all waited in anticipation as Linda tightened the strapon to her body. Looking Anne in the eye my husband instructed Linda to fuck her mother's ass.  
 

 We all watched as Anne, resigned to her faith, got all fours in preparation for her daughter. Linda, full of anger for all that happened her over the previous days, took her vengeance on her mother and showed her no mercy as she brutally fucked her ass. She continued until her mother exhausted from the continuous hammering of her ass passed out. 

so last night i got very very very horny looking at sissy porn along with some of my favorite female pornstars who i feel really ABSOLUTELY LOOOOOOVE and really own stretching their not only beautiful but goddess-level and tight AF pussies that definitely got me to the slutty submissive masochistic level of horniness i reached after completely feminizing myself by shaving, doing makeup. fake lashes, lipstick, hair bows, goth girl lingerie and masturbating myself to orgasms at least 10 times looking through some well-put together sissy caption galleries that kept helpong me fantasize about being pushed to transition myself so i could be the slutty fem i feel like inside, getting degraded by dominant men who put me in my place by splattering me back to back with cum, making me eat as much as i can, reminding me to keep my flaccid 2in cock hidden in my cum soaked panties till they decide i can jack off onto myself then to think about how good it must feel to have a pussy as a woman, what all those sizes feel like, how long it has been since i stretched or got to feel something deep in mine because i no longer have parts of my toy sets, and most of all how much i would reallly love to one day be able to get creampied and feel cum matted in my hair, dripping down my face to mix with drool in my mouth, then dribble from my chin y
to my chest.

This black plug is about 6in tall with a girth of over 9in. My usual plug is at 6in girth and even that one has definitely got a painful stretch accompanied by that pop of your asshole triying to recoil back closed once you pass the lip of a plug but i had trained myself to register the pain from the pink plug's pop as something that makes me feel like such a submissive-bratty slut so i decided that since i was a little stretched out from leaving that plug in almost all day and night that i was going to take advantage and see how much pain i could could take and maybe get to take a humiliating picture of this plug filling my hole to a girth that is girthier than almost every dick on the entire planet. I found it very difficult to keep trying to go deeper but as i worked myself up and down, i fould that it started to change into pleasure that gave me chills like i was suddenly transported to a walk in refrigerator and the only way to get warmth was to fuck it with this animalistic instinct moving my hips up and down, making spiral patterns with my ass on each up and down motion. This inner slut spirit in me has clearly been depraved and the arousal i got from doing this for at least the next 20-30 minutes caused my limp tiny cock to pour q constant leak of precum pouring all the way to the floor way to the floor for about 15 minutes til i git up and decided to try every position i could to make my guts open up more inside. furthest i could get was about 1 inch from the bottom which made me feel so fucking desperate to be punished with the pain of it just popping in but it just kept hitting a dead end that would was pushing with such force along with the insane amount of lube i used that i knew if i let go, that it would pop out of me like i was a slutty sissy cum champagne bottle popping a cork 🤣😄😄 Thankfully i felt myself about to orgasm (my very first sissygasm actually because i did it all with just anal stimulation which basically bukkaked my stomach, it made left me so disoriented with prolonged waves of pleasure followed by trembles, but made me have to lay shamefully completely soaked in sweat, lube, and cum that didnt stop leaking out if me til around 7 mins after i had that orgasm hit. My asshole is was gaped for quite a while and i had to eventually strain kegels through my ass muscles to keeo myself from worrying about if i was leaking lube onto my floor.

I have never in my life felt so degraded, submissive, humiliated, pleasured, or more in tou h with the slutty trans girl i fantasize about being. Honestly I would love for the readers to keep that spirit foing by dropping some comments that degrade, humiliate, emasculate, and make me feel like im a dumb little slut who should keep trainig my mouth and ass further down the road of being a submissive sex slave cuckold toy to some dom goddesses or gods. wierd how addictive it is to dream about how badly it gets me off thinking about being a fluffer - voyeur for people who are obviously superior to give each other the sex they deserve while i experience that bliss of torture from denial and control. What can I say? im a hot mess who got the wrong biology for the girl i feel like inside. [s][s]

A piece of erotica I wrote featuring The Joker and Harley Quinn. They are property of DC Comics. I am in no way claiming them as my own.

Mad Love... and Pain:

The first thing she noticed when she came to was the familiar gleam of his smile. "Mm...Mister J?" she inquired. She winced as she felt his hand crack across the side of her face. She went to rub the spot where he had connected, and quickly realized that she couldn't move her hands. "Now, Harley. Hahahahahahahahaha, you were told to do away with the Bat, but you failed me. Didn't ya hun? Hahahahahahahahahaha!" The Joker walked around the cross that Harley Quinn was lashed to. "You really let me down Harley. Now, I believe that a punishment is in order. Something......fun!" He let out another stream of laughter as he strolled across the room to a table that held an assortment of devices and toys. Harley's eyes followed him over to the table and nervously eyed the flog that he picked up. "Mister J. Puddin', is this necessary? I said I was sorry! Please!" She hung her head as he walked back toward the cross, slapping the flog into his hand. He gently lifted her chin so that their gazes met. "Honey, we're gonna play a little game and when I feel that you're sorry enough, then we'll call it good. Until that point, your ass belongs to me! Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" He released the grip on her chin and brought the flog down across her breasts hard. She gasped, and a little scream escaped her lips.

He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. He pressed the button and the blade sprang out with a click. She eyed the blade, whimpering. The Joker ran the blade across her cheek, sliding down toward her large breasts. He cut the material roughly, exposing her chest. Harley was breathing heavy and was beginning to perspire. Her tit were rosy where the flog had struck them just moments before. The Joker smiled as he reached forward and pinched her left nipple, hard. She moaned and writhed against his grip. He looked into her eyes as he stepped back and brought the flog down again, this time across her bare breasts. The flog arched through the air and made a resounding crack as it connected. Harley screamed and arched her back against the cross. She felt herself start to get moist, her clit becoming hard. The Joker smiled and again brought the flog down, this time raking it across her left, then her right nipple. Harley moaned and bit her lower lip. He looked back at the table and moved toward it. "So, have we had enough? Nahhhhhh, I think not. Hahahahahahahahaha! Let's try this one!"

The Joker walked back toward Harley with a thick dildo in his hand. Her eyes widened when she saw the girth of it. The dildo was huge! She began to quiver with anticipation. "Now Harley, we can't have you tied up there when we play with our toys! Let's cut you down so we can play properly!" He let out another wild peal of laughter as he cut her down. He grabbed her by the throat and led her to a sawhorse. "Lay across like a good girl, and we'll see if your apology is sincere enough yet." He flung her over the sawhorse, and cuffed her hands and feet together. He finished ripping the rest of her costume off, revealing her full, pale ass. He swatted her bare skin, watching it redden. She jumped and uttered a muffled scream. He rubbed her clit next, feeling the moistness of her pussy. She moaned softly, "Mmmmmm, Mr. J." He slid his fingers into her soft, warm folds. He began to quicken his pace, sliding his fingers in and out of her swollen pussy. Her breathing became quicker as well, her moans becoming louder. "Oh my God! I'm cumming! I'm gonna cum, Mr. J!" He immediately stopped. "No you're not, my little slut. Not until I say so." He felt her body stiffen and then relax. "Now Harley, let's try our new friend, Mr. Big."

He grabbed the lube and squeezed it into the crack of her ass. He rubbed the lube around her hole, slipping his fingers in while doing so. "No! Not there! Please not there!" she begged. She began to tremble when she felt him press the dildo against her tight, pink asshole. He watched as her body tensed, then give up as he forced the head of the large dildo into her anus. She screamed as he began to fuck her, slowly, deliberately. She writhed and thrashed as he fucked her harder in her ass. He pulled the dildo out and watched as her asshole gaped open.

He put it back in savagely, and pulled it back out again. Her once small anus was now a gaping hole, which made The Joker smile sadistically. He asked her "Ok Harley, let's see if your apology sounds more sincere. Let's hear it!" She tried to answer, but all she could muster was a defeated whimper. The Joker frowned. "Harley. I'm disappointed. I thought you we're sorry. Well, I guess we'll have to continue until you are." He threw the dildo across the room and moved behind her, positioning himself to enter her. He unzipped his pants, revealing his large, throbbing cock. "Now my sweet. Now you may cum." He whispered as he reached forward and wrapped his hand in her hair, snatching her head back forcefully.

She whimpered as The Joker thrust himself into her dripping slit. He started slow at first, letting her feel all 10 inches of him. Harley soon began to moan, as he quickened his pace. He grabbed her hips and began thrusting harder. She screamed and writhed as he pounded her swollen opening. "I gonna cum! Oh my God, I'm gonna cum!" Harley cried. The Joker continued to pound her from behind, continuing even as he felt her squirt her juices all over his cock and balls. He felt himself getting ready to cum as well, enjoying the feeling that her wetness provided. He pulled out and walked around to the front of the sawhorse. He stroked his manhood, getting closer and closer to release. "Open wide, Harley! Here comes a surprise!" He let loose a wild laugh as he sprayed his cum into her open mouth and across her face. She looked approvingly at him as she swallowed the load in her mouth. "Mr. J, I'm sorry I didn't get the Batman for you." He placed his cock in her mouth as she licked and sucked the last of the cum from him. "I know sweetheart, I know. You'll get him next time, and if you don't, well, we can always play this game again."

I confess that I have a fetish where I whore out my current girlfriend to guys to use her as their cum bucket. I don't know what makes it so hot but I guess it's the image of her getting creampied and analled and having guys shoot lashes of cum across her face

Truck stop Girl

During the year after my divorce, I hadn't met many interesting singe men. So, when I got horny and had tired of my toys, I would sometimes go to a truck stop about 12 miles up the highway from me. I felt that it was discreet and that people I knew would not see me there. It was a weekday night and I wanted a quicky in the bunk of some guys truck so that I would be home at a reasonable time to get enough sleep for work the next day. Trucks are cool because they often have sleeping accommodations, they are in the parking lot, and it saves the time of going to a motel. So, I got there around 8pm, sat in a booth and ordered a cup of tea. It wasn't very crowded; but, I noticed three men at another booth. One, who was facing in my direction was smiling and kept looking over at me. It was summer; and, I was wearing a cotton dress that came to mid-thigh and had a scoop neck that showed some cleavage. After about 10 minutes, he came over and asked if I would join them. Since, there were no other opportunities, I agreed. We introduced ourselves; the pickup artist said his name was Paul, the others were John and Mike. Paul and John were in their 30s and Mike was 50ish with a greying beard. The empty seat in their booth was next to Mike. They said they were local truck drivers and had stopped there for dinner. Mike apparently owned several trucks and Paul and John drove for him. When I finished my tea, they offered to buy another; and, I excused myself to go to the restroom.

Sitting in the restroom, I thought about what might happen. One or two of them might leave me with the third, or maybe all three would stay. I knew that men are competitive and try to outdo each other; so, things could get wild. In the end, I decided to see what happened and stuffed my panties in my purse. My tea was waiting when I returned to the table and we chatted more. They asked me if I had ever ridden in a semi truck; and, I said no. Obviously, I had seen them on the highway and even flashed the driver a few times. Eventually, John said that his cab was in the parking lot and asked if I'd like to see it. I said sure, and we all went to the lot. John got in the drivers seat, Paul ushered me into the sleeper behind him, and Mike got in the passenger seat. John began showing me the array of controls and his computer mounted on the center console. Paul was behind me nudging me closer to the center console. John claimed that he could get everything on his computer. He punched some keys and brought up a sex video. Paul asked if I ever watched porn and I admitted that I did. Paul was right up against me softly caressing my hip and waist with his hand. He began kissing my neck and behind my ears, which always turns me on. When I didn't resist, he got more aggressive and was feeling my boobs on the outside of my dress. John was taking it all in and reached back under my dress and discovered my bare pussy. He said, "I think she wants to party". As Paul pulled me back onto the bunk, Mike got out of the truck saying that he'd meet us at the farm. Paul was kissing me and had his hand under my dress fingering my pussy. He kept me busy as John pulled out of the truck stop and got on the highway. I hadn't planned on this happening; but, it was too late to resist. Paul took my dress off and began fucking me while we drove to the farm. I had no idea where we were or what direction he drove in. It took maybe 25 minutes to get there and John drove the truck into a barn. Mike closed the door behind us.

Paul and Mike pulled me out of the cab naked; and Mike tied a rope around my wrists and led me to a spot where a rope hung from the ceiling with a hook on its end. He hooked it to my wrists and lifted me until my feet were just off the ground. The barn was illuminated by the headlights from the truck. Mike noticed Paul's cum running down my leg; and called me a slut, saying that they were going to have a good time with me. Then MIke pulled his belt off, doubled it over, and began whipping my ass with it. I tried to avoid the belt but couldn't get away from it. Each whack made a loud slapping sound and stung. As Mike was warming my ass, John picked up some straw and began poking me with the sharp end. He worked on my boobs, then my pussy, and my ass when Mike started on my stomach, thighs, and boobs. The straw left an itching sensation. When Mike whipped those spots the itching stopped but then returned as the sting wore off. It was driving me crazy and I welcomed the next lash. Mike smacked my pussy with his belt and heard a wet thwack. I was actually getting wet. Paul pulled his belt off and worked my back and ass as Mike continued on my boobs. John would stick me in between lashes. Next, they tied my ankles and hoisted me upside down so that my head was waist high. They fucked my face until each had cum in my mouth. As I sucked one,the other two would be either slapping my boobs or jam their fingers into my pussy. I learned something about myself that night. The pain and rough treatment got me aroused and wanting more. Especially, when they attacked my boobs and pussy. After the last one had cum, they took me down, laid me on some bales of hay and fucked me to several screaming orgasms.

By then, it was starting to get light outside and John and Paul put me back in the truck on the bunk and drove me to a dirt road near the truck stop. They gave me my clothes and purse and told me what direction to walk in. Then, they drove off. I walked on shaky legs maybe a half mile to the truck stop, got in my car, and drove home. I was too messed up and exhausted to go inside the truck stop.

To be continued :)

One day Cheryl came home from work and said she was invited to an "anything goes" party. I asked what that meant but she didn't know. She said it sounds exciting; but, she didn't want to go alone. I was intrigued and said I would go with her. The party was at someones house. There were about 10 people there when we arrived and several more came later. It became obvious that "anything" included drugs as I saw people popping pills and going to the bathroom in pairs for a line of coke I imagine. There wer a few single men who kept Cheryl and I busy with chat and drinks. As the night progressed, people were shedding their clothes and performing various sex acts on the floor and in chairs. Some were giving oral sex, a few were dancing naked, some just mauling each other, and one couple was fucking. We had taken some ecstasy and were feeling high as we watched the others and coaxed them on.

I excused myself to go potty and on the way back noticed a naked couple in the den by themselves. I looked in and saw a tall black man with about a 10" cock leading a chubby brunette around on her knees by her hair as she tried to lick and capture his cock with her mouth. He would let her suck him for a while while he pinched her big boobs leaving marks. Then he would pull his cock out and rub it across her face and neck. She kept it up without hesitation and didn't flinch as he pinched her boobs. Obviously, she wanted his cock badly. He saw me watching and told me to get naked if I wanted to join them. I was turned on by what I saw and quickly took my dress and underwear off. He told me to take his cock in my hand and rub it on her face. His cock was aroused but not ridged and felt warm in my hand. It was she had his cock was wet with her saliva and I smeared it on her forehead and across her eyes and nose being careful to avoid her mouth. He squeezed my boobs as I did that. With his cock back in her mouth, I stood behind her and roughly squeezed her boobs and nipples and licked his nipples. Next, he told me to get his belt from his pants and whip her ass with it. I wanted a turn with his cock myself so I gave her some pretty strong lashes that made her but cheeks jiggle and turn red. The belt was doubled over and made a loud smacking sound. Regardless, she kept following him on her knees and didn't look back. I noticed an empty beer bottle on a table and worked it between her legs into her pussy. Then I fucked her with it until she came all over my hand and the bottle. It was only then that she collapsed on the floor.

Then i was my turn. He told me to get on my knees and grabbed a handfull of my hair. I licked his cock and balls and tried to get my mouth on his cock. It had a large bulbous head. He rubbed it over my face and neck before letting me suck on it. He pulled my head on his cock working its way into the back of my mouth up to my throat then back again. M gag reflex or lack there of let his cock penetrate my throat and he enjoyed keeping it there as long as I could take it. Eventually, he shot a load of cum in my mouth. It was a big load that coated my entire mouth and took two gulps to swallow it down. Then he put e face down on a chair and fucked me doggie style. His huge cock filled me to the limit and drove me to am amazing orgasm. The brunette coaxed him on telling him to fuck the bitch until she cries. I didn;t cry; but, I did cum. After rubbing his cock lubricated with our juices over my face, he began fucking my ass. That brought him to another orgasm; and, he let me cleand his cock coated with our combined juiced with my mouth. Afterwards, he and the brunette left together to do what ever.

I found Cheryl fucking some guy in another room and poured another drink for myself as I watched. I was sober enough then to drive us home.