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Night on the Town

A Night On The Town.
Hi, my name is Chas, and my wife just can’t get enough. She just really get’s off being naked in public and having her body used for the pleasure of men, fucked in all her holes, whipped, spanked, you name it she love,s it. If anybody had told me eight months ago, that I had a cum bucket slut of a wife and would soon be letting any man, in fact groups of men, strip her naked and abuse her body how they wanted, to humiliate her, use her as their slut, I would have told them they were off their head. Anyway, to my story.
A NIGHT ON THE TOWN.
This story is about some of the men at a pub we visit some Fridays wanting to take me into the next town and to take photos of her being fucked in various positions and locations around the town, this is about that night.
It started with me arranging to meet early on one Sunday evening at the pub. We had decided on a Sunday so as there not to be so many people about. I had got there first to help plan the trip and decide what they were going to do with her. We had arranged the outing by the time Christine had got there and in about all ten men were going. I had agreed to this a couple of weeks previous, as we do not go every week now so as to make it more interesting when we do. Christine had dressed sexy, had tarty makeup on, and freshly shaved all hair from around her cunt and ass hole so she was bold and smooth.
We all climbed aboard one of the guy’s van and made our way to town. They had her thong off and her tits out as soon as we were in the van, and all the way there they where touching her up with fingers probing her shaven cunt and ass, and her tits and nipples were pinched and mauled. Christine had cum half a dozen times by the time we arrived. We parked in a multi story car park on the fourth floor in the centre of town, and they decided to make this the first location.
We told her to strip to just her high heels. As she did this, she then said ok who’s first, and how did they want it. One of the men came over and took Christine to the edge of the level and told her to bend over the waist high wall, then spread her ass cheeks as he was going to fuck her ass. He spit on Christines asshole to lubricate it then eased his cock into her tight hole, then with all his cock in began to fuck her hard until he came up her asshole. All the time Christine was moaning and crying out for him to fuck her ass real good. Anybody below who looked up would of seen her tits and her being fucked. Dave the landlord was taking photos during all of this.
We decided to move on and the guys gave Christine a short jacket to put on saying not to bother with any other clothes. It was held together with only two buttons at the front and just about covered the cheeks of her ass. I felt as horny as hell watching her walking around naked underneath it. She got quite a lot of looks and comments from other men we passed in the street and we all watched her having fun bending over in front of men showing all her ass and sometimes unbuttoning the two buttons and flashing her tits and shaven cunt at passer byes.
The next location was a monument in the centre of town. Christine stripped off the jacket and was stood against the cold stonework. The men gathered around as she wrapped one of her legs around one of the men’s waist and was given a good hard cock up her cunt for the first but not last time that night. She tried not to make to much noise, but I’m sure several people must have heard her moans of lust, more photographs were taken. This carried on in several more places, by the town hall, bus station, railway station, the town hall, in a gents public toilet, and a couple of shop doorways with my wife getting a good shagging or giving a blow job. We were seen a few times but they were happy to watch the performance, and a couple of young guys joined in as well.
The evening was still reasonably young so we decided to go and look for a club. On the way two men stopped us and asked if she was for hire. Dave the landlord said how much had they got. The stranger said they only had ten pounds each. Dave said they could have ten minuets each with her. He took their money and her jacket and we watched as she was lead naked down an alleyway nearby. She looked a real whore, her ass swaying and her tits wobbling as she walked down this dirty alley way to be fucked. The first man said ‘get down on your knees bitch and suck my cock’.
Christine knelt down and got his cock out then took it in her mouth. You could see she was tasting the precum on the tip by the way she licked the bell end. She was well into deep throating him when we saw a pair of hands pulling her hips up. Christine was put into the doggy position and a cock was rammed up her cunt. His hands were holding onto her tits, mauling them. I started to think what a right slut she looked naked on all fours in a dirty back alley with two men fucking her at both ends, and a group of men and her husband looking on. There were even a couple of down and outs who were living rough in the alley watching my naked wife getting well and truly fucked. They had their ten minuets, both cumming deep in her mouth and cunt. They told Dave it was the best fuck and blow job they had ever had from a tart, and that we had a real filthy whore for use there.
We carried on and found a club in one of the more sleazy sides of town, which suited us. Once in Christine went to the ladies to clean up a bit. As she walked in, Dave and me saw a couple of women nod to each other and follow her in. We both walked over and looked through the partially closed door. We heard them comment to Christine on how much cum there was on her. Christine said she had been receiving a good shagging earlier.
They went over to her and said they would help clean her up and removed her jacket. They washed her body playing with her tits and pinching her nipples in the process. We saw them lead her to a makeup table and sit Christine down on it. They said they were going to lick her cunt clean. It must of been heaven having their soft tongues lapping around and inside her cunt by the way she was moaning.
When they had finished they each got out a large vibrator from their bags and inserted them into her cunt and ass. I’m sure they must of heard her in the club crying out when they switched them on to full power and fucked her hard with them, bringing her to several orgasms. They also used their fingers to wank her off, inserting all their fingers, then their fist into Christines cummy, large cunt. Afterwards, they gave her some makeup and perfume and she got dressed, and they left the ladies. On the way out they said looking like that she would probably get a lot more cock that night. We heard her say that she hoped so, they laughed, kissed her and said she was such a slut.
All the guys were watching and participating in her having a good time dancing with them and lots of men, and also getting touched up a lot when they discovered she was nude under the jacket. Fingers and hands were squeezing and probing her ass and cunt with the cheeks of Christines ass being on view most of the time.
The look on her face when there was an announcement over the disco that Christine, one of the guests tonight was going to put on a performance on stage, was a real picture. Dave had gone and had a word with the manager. I could see the doors of the club being locked as she got on the stage to a roar of cheers and whistles. The music started and she began to dance, swaying her body around, gyrating her hips, and flashing her ass to the music. The audience was shouting to get them off so she removed her jacket and carried on dancing in just her high heels. Most of the audience were men but there where some women including the two from the ladies toilet that she had meet.
There were a lot of cheers when a couple of men climbed onto the stage and danced with her. They were rubbing their hands all over Christines body, and wanking her off on stage in front of all these people. The two women shouted out to give the slut what she wanted a good fucking so she was lead to a table that had been put on the stage and pushed back onto it. We all cheered as her legs were parted and one of the men went down on her, licking her clit and pushing his tongue right inside, the other man was squeezing and pinching her tits making the nipples stand up hard and red.
They then got their cocks out and fucked her cunt and face, the one telling her to suck his cock hard as he was going to fill her mouth with his cum.
During this more men had got on stage and formed a cue to take their turn with Christine. As soon as one cock had finished there was another to take it’s place in either of her holes, fucking her hard until they came. I lost count of the amount of cocks that went up her and the loads of cum that she swallowed. Several men liked to push their ass into her face and tell her to lick their ass holes. I saw her pull their cheeks apart and lick all around the rim then push her tongue in as far as she could. They loved her giving them a good rimming while they watched other men fucking her cunt hard.
The women that were there were urging the men on telling them to fill the slut with cum, cover her in it. Christine was shouting out ‘who was next in line to fuck this slag, and who wanted to shove their cock up her ass’ there were always plenty of volunteers to use her how she wanted. The men were calling her a filthy cunt, a meathole, and a cum drinking whore, among other things, as they lined up to gangfuck her ass.
After quite a while some of the women said they thought I ought to be punished for being such a cum loving, cock sucking slag, and with that she was lead to some pillars and tied standing between them arms and legs apart. The manager produced a whip with lots of strips of leather, (he said it was left over from a cabaret night) and the women all took it in turns to whip Chrisine with it. I heard one of the women tell Christine that she was a cock sucking cumslut, and she was going to love whipping her tits and her well used cunt. Then she spat in Christines face and laughed. You could see the throngs of leather must of stung her as they brought it down across her back, ass, tits, and the insides of her thighs and smooth shaven cunt by the way she strained against the rope and her cries of pain.
Everybody was enjoying the spectacle watching Christine writhe about and hearing her moans of pain and ecstasy as she came whilst being whipped. I lost count of how many times I saw her cum during this. The women also used the whip handle and some vibrators to wank her to a climax with, and some more of the men decided to have second helpings while she was tied up and fucked her ass and cunt again hanging on to her tits as they did so.
After, Christine was untied, and was then lay back across the table, and the men were encouraged by the women to piss over her. Several of them did and we all joined in. The warm liquid running all over her body, face, and hair. One man told her to open her mouth so she could taste it. His piss splashed onto her lips and in her mouth filling it, other men wanked over her adding their cum to her piss covered body, then wiping their cocks on her face and tits.
By the end of the night she looked exhausted. As she sat still naked at the bar having a drink, she said her cunt and ass ached from the amount of cocks and objects that had been shoved in them, and from the whipping. Everybody laughed at this comment. One guy said, he bet her jaw ached as well with all the cocks that had been shoved in her mouth as well. Christine laughed and said it did. After she had finished her drink and cleaned up some of the mess her body was in, we decided to leave, the manager telling us to come back whenever we wanted to. Dave said we would. Her jacket had disappeared so Dave told her she would just have to walk back to the van naked.
We left the club and made our way back to the car park keeping to the backstreets so as not to fall foul of the law, with Christine wearing just her heels and dried cum. To add to her humiliation, we let anybody have her who wanted to, telling them that she loved walking about nude in public asking to be shagged, (which is true of the slut anyway) and they could use her as they wanted to, and most of them did in doorways, against lamp posts and parked cars.
One of them taking her to a piece of waste ground nearby and laying her face down on a dirty old smelly mattress. He was yanking her head back by the hair and fucking her ass hard. Hell, he made her cry out as he pounded the shit out of her. Then after he had cum, he told her to suck his cock and balls clean. Dave made sure he got photographs of it all.
Several of the men asked if she was for hire for private parties, Dave the landlord said she could be if the price was right, and only with him and me present, (they now know that I am her husband and is with me on our Friday nights). We took plenty of orders for her, one guy asked if she was into bdsm as he wanted her tied spread-eagled between two posts after she had fucked all the guests at his party so they could spank and whip her ass, tits, and cunt. He was told that would be a fair bit extra. He agreed. so it looks as if she’s in for some more fun now in her new role as our whore.
We finally got back to the van and made our way home. Back at the pub, several more of the locals who were drinking there took a turn with her, especially when Christine had gone inside still naked and smelling of cum. They had all added theirs to it before long. It was agreed Dave and the locals could still fuck her for free. By the end she had made a bit of cash that night, and Christine and I had enjoyed our sexual activities that evening. Dave had a lot more photos for his and our albums and behind the bar.

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Fantasy

Tiffanys Torment

I glanced at my watch. I noticed it was almost 4:30 in the afternoon. The underground parking garage was filled with cars, but as of now no one else was around. Most folks were still working inside the building. That was just the way I wanted it. I was leaning against the trunk of my rented car, which had the hood up. There was nothing wrong with the vehicle. It was just a good way to stake out the place. Anyone who happened to notice me would think I was just some unfortunate guy having car trouble, perhaps waiting for a tow truck. Indeed, I was waiting for someone, but not for a tow truck – I was waiting for my target.
One of the nice things about human behavior is that people tend to follow routines. Tiffany’s routine was to leave work earlier than others. While most folks in her line of work put in the standard 8 to 5 office hours, it was not unusual for her to leave some 20 to 30 minutes early. I knew that because I had worked in the same building on a six month contract, which had ended the previous month. The consulting firm she worked for had hired me to install and upgrade some computer and networking equipment.
I took notice of my target the very first day I saw her. Even though, there were a good number of attractive females at the firm. Tiffany stood out from the crowd. She was a gorgeous woman – approximately 5’7 “ tall, slim build, captivating blue eyes, wavy blonde hair past the shoulder, a shapely ass, and fine looking pair of C breasts.
Just thinking about sucking and squeezing those tasty titties was making me-excited. I dismissed the though quickly. I needed to focus at the task at hand. I looked in the direction of the elevator door, which people took to access this level of the parking garage. If luck was with me she would be exiting those doors, alone, and walk over this way towards her car, which was parked just two spaces away from my own.
Just past four thirty, I heard the elevator doors hiss open and there she was – stunning as ever. She walked in my direction paying little attention to her surroundings. She seemed to be fiddling with her cell phone (another one of her habits). Whether she was driving, working out at the gym, or outside on a smoke break, she would always be talking on the phone or texting away some note. I knew that there was no cell signal in the enclosed garage. I figured she must have been reviewing old texts or checking the calendar.
She was impeccably dressed. She wore a white blouse, dark colored business skirt, an expensive pair of designer shoes and carried an equally expensive purse. Not that any of that mattered to me, I was not looking for money. As far as those fancy clothes were concerned, all would soon be torn off her body anyway. My only interest on this occasion was that beautiful blonde who had been the object of my desires since I first laid eyes on her. I scanned over the immediate area, no one else in sight – only my prized target and me.
I opened the trunk of the car and shifted things around in order to make some noise. I did not mind being noticed; in fact, I wanted her to notice me. I was dressed in new slacks, fine cotton shirt, and a sports coat. To her I would appear to be an office drone from somewhere in her building having car issues. I did not expect her to recognize me from my time working there since I changed my appearance somewhat by getting a haircut and wearing a pair non-prescription eye glasses. There was nothing menacing or threatening to create suspicion or fear.
As Tiffany approached her car, she put the phone away and started looking for her keys in her purse. I made my move.
“Excuse me – ma’am. Would you happen to have some jumper cables?” I said.
Judging by the expression on her face, she did not want to be bothered. Surely, she must have been eager to get in her car and get to the gym for her daily workout. Another fact, my observations had revealed.
It did not matter to me what her response would be, I just needed a reason to approach her. Once within reach, I dashed at her and pinned her against her car before she could even responds to my question. Whether it was the sudden surprise or plain shock, she did not scream. Within seconds I pierced her neck with a syringe needle containing a substance that would put her in a nice quiet slumber.
I placed my now sleeping beauty in the trunk of my car. As a precaution, I tied her hands behind her back and taped over her mouth. It was unlikely that the drug would wear off any time soon, but this was not the time to take chances. I looked around once more – no one around. The riskiest part was done. I got in the car and drove North West.
In these hard economic times many business across the country have fallen on hard times and closed. My city had its fair share of troubles. Many of the warehouses and factories on the North West industrial district now lay vacant. This was most unfortunate for working folks, but very fortunate for me and my task at hand.
I previously had worked different assignments in this area. I was familiar with the surroundings. I knew which of the abandoned buildings would be suitable to spend some quality time with my guest.
I parked my vehicle outside a small office building of an old paper plant that closed more than a year ago. I had previously scouted the location to be certain that it would be a perfectly isolated place.
I opened the trunk; my future fuck toy was still passed out. Her body beckoned me.
I carried her inside and shut the door behind us. I placed her on a futon mattress I had brought the night before along with some other items. Just seeing her lay there helpless and prime for fucking aroused me. I needed her awake though. I passed some smelling salts over her nose so that she would wake up. She opened her eyes, visibly disoriented and confused. She looked at me as she struggled to remember and make sense of the situation. Once she realized she was bound and that she had been abducted, she screamed!
“Wha- what is going on?” she asked. “Who are you!? “ What have you done!?
“Hello, Tiffany.” “Do not worry. I have not done anything to you – yet”.
“How do you know my name!? “
I ignored her question and walked over to a cabinet from which I pulled out a blade. The fun was about to begin.
“What are you going to do? No please – don’t kill me!”
“You don’t remember me, do you?” I asked.
“HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP ME!!!”
“Yell all you want baby, there is no one around. There is no one around to help you. You are mine.”
My lips curled into a wicked smile as I see her lying on the lumpy mattress, bound and vulnerable. Except for her shoes, which must have fallen somewhere along the way, she is -for the moment – still fully dressed. I sat by her side and caress her long blonde hair.
“Let me go! Who the fuck are you? “She continued to scream.
I turned her over in the mattress so that she is laying straight and face down. Slowly, I unzip her skirt. I wanted to hear and enjoy her reaction as she realized what was about to happen.
“STOP! . . . Don’t do this!”
She tried to kick but the way I had her pinned made it impossible for her to do so. I laughed at the efforts. I proceed to slide the blade under the fabric of the skirt and with one swift motion, cut and yanked it off her.
“NO!! Please Stop.” She managed to utter amidst her persistent crying and sobbing.
Next, just as swiftly, I cut the blouse off and rip it to shreds. I just love the sound of tearing clothes off a female body. I turned her over so that she is now facing up. Only her delicate silk panties and bra remain. Realizing that her screaming demands didn’t yield any results, she resorted to softer, kinder pleading. .
“Don’t hurt me. Please, don’t hurt me. Let me go. Keep my money, keep my car keys, just let me go, please.” There is, of course, no chance of that happening.
I took the blade and cut both the left and right bra straps above the shoulders. One more quick cut through the middle above the chest and viola – it’s gone. I marveled at the sight of her big beautiful tits. I ravished those tits with fervor. I sucked, squeezed and pinched to my heart’s content. Her soft, pink nipples responded nicely to the attention.
“I could spend all night playing with these!” I exclaimed, but I was eager to move on to other body parts.
After ripping her panties off, I proceeded to strip off my own clothes. A look of utter horror enveloped Tiffany’s face at the sight of my fully erect cock. She knew she was about to be raped and could not do a damn thing about it.
Her quiet pleading reverted back to hysterical screaming.
“NOOO!!! DON’T DO THIS TO ME NOOO!!!”
“Shut the fuck up bitch! You are going to take this; you are going to enjoy it.” Of course, it was my outmost desire that she would not.
Stop you beast! Why are you doing? Oh God, why is this happening? Stop!!”
With renewed determination attempts to kick me away, but fails. I grabbed and spread her legs and push my erect hot rod into her succulent fully shaved pussy.
“Aaahh, oh so nice, I must complement you on your immaculate grooming, baby. Did you do this just for me?” I taunted her. At this point any reply on her part is drowned out by incessant sobbing.
I pound her snatch mercilessly, quickly finding my rhythm. She was so tight, so delicious. Obviously her good exercise habits kept her body tight and prime for fucking.
Her futile protests and crying continued. However, I blocked them out entirely. This was pure ecstasy. I lifted her off the mattress and bent her over a nearby desk so that her perfectly firm ass is fully exposed. Now I had my choice of continuing to pound away at her pussy or penetrating that equally delicious ass. I went for the pussy for another series of lustful thrusts.
“Take this Bitch!!! Take it! I’ll bet this is your favorite position – isn’t it? – cheap whore. You like to take it like a dog!” She merely cries and sobs as she is powerless to stop the humiliation.
“Since you have been very well behaved,” I mocked. “I’m going to give you the chance to taste my cock. This is the moment you’ve been waiting for, I bet.“
I grabbed her by the hair and forced her to her knees and proceed to shove my cock between her delicious red lips. She gags and tries to back away – big mistake.
“I don’t take kindly to rejection, slut.” I slapped her across the face. “Suck it bitch, suck it good or I’ll cut your fucking throat. “
Knowing it was pointless to resist, she complied.
“What’s the matter slut! You are not sucking on a lollipop here, bitch. Suck it like you mean it!“ I shove my rod deeper and deeper into her mouth.
“This feels good. Open your eyes bitch, look at me. I want to see your eyes as you enjoy the taste of my cock. Aahhh, this is fantastic! You really do know how to do this well Tiffany. I bet you have had a lot experience. “
l slide my cock out and lift it in front of her. “Here! Give it a good lick. Lick the entire shaft. Make it real wet. Don’t forget the ball sack. Give it some good attention as well.” She hesitated for a second but knew than to resist. Her blue eyes seemed to plead for an end to her torment, but that was not to be.
“Stand up!” I yanked her to her feet and once again bend her over the desk so that her sweet tight ass is high up in the air.
“For your sake, I hope you lubed my dick well with your tongue.” It was time for some ass pounding. She probably did not expect it, because as soon as I pushed my member into her hole. . .
“AAARRGGG. NO!! STOP PLEASE STOP IT HURTS!!. YOU ARE HURTING ME!!!”
What’s the matter? You don’t go to the Greek isles with your boyfriends, bitch.”
It takes some effort but I eventually manage to ram my entire shaft into her really tight ass. Once I loosened it up a bit. I got into a nice rhythm of regular thrusts. It must have hurt her quite a bit to get to his point – oh, I really, really hoped it hurt. Just for fun, I slapped and pinched her firm butt cheeks a extra hard a few times.
“Damn, Tiff. You are really tight. Don’t tell me your boyfriends never fucked you in the ass before. Am I really the first guy? “
After several more minutes of bliss. I was about to cum. I did not want to cum in her chute, however. I wanted so see my hot jizz all over her face. I laid her on the mattress face up and straddled her chest so I could rub my cock between her large, soft breasts.
“I’m about to cum, bitch. No charge for the facial. Open your mouth — yess!”
Streams of cum burst out of my cock and poured all over the beauty’s chest, neck, cheeks, and mouth.
“Yes, Ahhh! Here, clean me up whore”.
I shoved my dick in her mouth and forced her to swallow my last few squirts of spunk. She coughed and tried to resist, but another hard slap to the face compelled her to reconsider. Once she had thoroughly cleaned my cock, I stood up.
As I got dressed, I could not help but admire the results of my work. Tiffany’s naked, cum covered body lay there motionless. Her spirit broken, I heard no more shouting and screaming there were just sobs and subdued whimpering.
“I have to step out for a couple of hours Tiffany. Tell you what; you stay right where you are. When I get back we’ll get to do this all over again. “
— The End —

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Fantasy

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The monochrome images on the TV screen were grainy and jerky, but there was no doubt it was me.
There really wasn’t anything I could say to Louise: as I was a paying guest in her house I could hardly object. She had every right to install a hidden closed circuit TV camera in her own bedroom, though I wished my unexpected appearance on the small screen was less like a vampire from a 60s TV show. I watched in silence as the “show” unfolded before me, aware Louise was watching me to see what I was going to do about it.
Truth is, there was nothing I could do. The tape I was seeing was a copy so ripping it out of the video player would have been a waste of time. Denying it was me was equally pointless as it clearly was me. Even got my best side, too.
Of course I was embarrassed. Who wouldn’t be? Being filmed bending over a sleeping female and lifting back the bed sheets so I could suckle one of her large boobs was bad enough. Being seen putting my hand down between her legs as she slept soundly looked almost perverted.
It was perverted, but as I had drugged her to allow me to feel her up as she slept deeply I hoped she wouldn’t ever know. Well, the hidden camera put an end to that scheme.
“I suppose,” I said as the camera showed me crouched between Louise’s open legs, eating away to my heart’s content with my naked bum up in the air – not very ladylike but I had never considered myself a lady – “that you will want to kick me out now. I’ll go and pack my stuff.”
“Before you do anything, Sharon, I want to know why you did that to me.”
I looked at Louise and wondered why she didn’t know already. She was tall and shapely and attractive with dark, smouldering eyes and a mane of black hair any self-respecting lesbian would want to get her hands in. Probably to guide those delicious full lips of hers down to your own cunt with the polite request for her to lick you to a climax. I had fancied Louise since I moved in to the house nine months ago, watching her entertain a string of men who were in their own way lusting after her. Except I was a woman and wanted to use her my way.
“So why?” She asked again, her large and exciting eyes on me.
“So, you are beautiful,” I said. “It was the only way I thought I’d get to touch you. Kiss you. That sort of thing.”
“I’m a woman,” she said.
“And I am a lesbian, so you can guess the attraction for me,” I responded. On screen I was still lapping at the sleeping slit, wriggling nicely as I got one hand between my legs to bring myself off.
“I’m a straight woman,” she said.
“More reason for me to get what I could the way I did. But how did you know what I was doing?” I felt I ought to at least know that before I left. I thought I’d been so careful.
Louise regarded me. On screen I had shifted position so I was eating the near unconscious woman with my bum poised over her face, feeling her lips on my sex as best I could. “I went to the doctor,” she said. “I had these strange marks around the top of my thighs, bite marks on my tits. My doctor said they were marks similar to intense sexual activity, but…”
“But?”
“I don’t let my boyfriends do stuff like that.”
I shrugged. “I figured I wouldn’t hurt you as such.”
Louise shook her head a little. “It wasn’t hurting as such. Tell me, what did you drug me with?”
“Something recommended by people who do this thing more than me. Like a date rape drug I suppose. It has a long name and I just bought it in pill form, dropped one of them into your bedtime drink. Guaranteed to put you in a deep and relaxing sleep.”
Louise stifled a smile, in spite of all this. “I certainly slept well. Better than ever before. And I had some weird dreams about sex…”
“About your boyfriends, I assume,” I said, looking back at the screen and the way I was rubbing my sex on Louise’s upturned face, grinding myself to orgasm before I smothered her.
“Not all of them, which – shall we say – intrigued me,” said Louise carefully, watching herself on screen being felt up, fingered, rubbed, smothered, bitten and kissed in a riot of pleasure for me. Pity she missed so much of it.
“You’re straight,” I said, watching myself too.
“Yes,” she agreed.
“So, I will pack my belongings and go, unless you want to show this tape to the police.”
Louise studied me (the person by her side, not the grainy one simulating a 69 on the television screen) for a few moments, weighing things up. Then she said: “No, I don’t want either, Sharon. But I do want you to exchange bedrooms with me and give me all the drugs you have.” Louise had those eyes on me, and I felt wet between my legs at what I was thinking, and what I hoped she was thinking.
* * * * * * *
I suppose it was pay-back, of a sort. When I was allowed to watch the tape, on screen I was flat out, deeply asleep on the bed. I might have been naked but I lay comatose while the luscious, lovely Louise was climbing on top of me, naked herself. I could see the wonderful swell of her hips, the way her superb breasts swung – so much more alive than the gravity-flattened shapes I was used to as she lay under me before.
God, she was biting hard. Even watching it now on the screen I felt my nipples throb from the savagery of her teeth on my tits. On TV she was riding me, pounding my face with her lithe body and while I could see it now, feeling my own excitement mount in my tingling sex, I knew I hadn’t felt anything while I was asleep. Just a deep, long sleep after being required to swallow my specially-prepared evening drink.
That was our agreement. She would have sex with me the way I had sex with her: one oblivious to whatever the other one did. But where I had lapped at the sleeping woman’s cunt, nibbling her clit in the hope of some pleasure soaking through her sleep, Louise had a different plan for me. Oh, she used my sleeping face all right. Made my own sex burn and pulse at the thought – and the sight, even in the images before me – of such a gorgeous arse and perfectly made mound and lips against my nose and lips.
But as I say it was a different agenda, as I would soon see. Of course, I didn’t need to see it happen as I had the marks on me. Vivid red and purple bruises across my breasts, angry raised welts on my inner thighs. I would have screamed if I had been awake. But Louise insisted I watch now, and worse watch with my hands bound behind me, so I couldn’t touch myself. In case I got excited at being beaten.
And Louise did beat me. She had bitten my tits as I had bitten hers, though her tongue didn’t stray between my open legs. What she used down there was a small whip she had procured from somewhere. She stood over me and beat my belly and thighs and tits with a relentless, but unfailing, enthusiasm. I could see my skin mark at every lash, what must be brutal red marks (albeit in black and white and grey) appearing before my eyes. I was being beaten hard, and only the depths of a drug-induced sleep left me unmoving and uncomplaining.
Whatever Louise got off on with her stream of boyfriends, it wasn’t normal sex. That was for sure. She wasn’t what I would call a true lesbian either, not strictly speaking. A lesbian would care for her partner’s sexual needs – even when dishing out pain. I’ve known gay women into bdsm and while they might want to torture you they also want you to climax with them. Sadly, I could see I wasn’t meant to cum at all. Louise did as she rubbed her slit on my face, rubbing her engorged clit on the tip of my nose. Sure I would have wanted to use my tongue but that was put away, so the woman I lusted after was using my nose and chin to slake her sexual thirst. I was the impassive object to be rubbed against and whipped and bitten and pinched (yes, she did that too) and then I saw her introduce clothes pegs to my tits and nipples, pulling them off so sharply that even in my deep sleep I flinched a little.
The tortures and beatings took almost an hour. I marveled at where Louise got her energy from, marveled more at how my body took the hammering, the abuse. I regretted not being awake to lick Louise out as she positioned her rear over my face, but then I knew she wouldn’t want that. I was there to be a source of pleasure in other ways. I admit I have no idea if she did orgasm on me: I couldn’t ask as Louise had took the precaution of ball-gagging me before turning on the TV show.
So I stood silently and wondered and watched my unknowing self being beaten on the TV screen, hoping that somehow Louise was turned on enough by this that she might say: “Next time, we won’t have the drug first.”
But Louise never did. I was told, at the end of the tape, I would be filmed again like that, drugged and oblivious to anything of course. I would know nothing of what this beautiful woman would do to me as it happened. Only after waking up and examining my body for whip marks and bites and cuts and anything else, I would then be allowed, when bound and gagged, to watch what she had done.
The tape finished, the image faded to black on the screen.
“You won’t understand, Sharon, but this is how we will have the affair you want.” Louise turned all her attention to me. “The only time we will have contact the way you like is with you drugged and me administering your punishments for what you did to me before I had the TV camera installed. God knows how many times you had used me, but I intend to make sure I do far more to you.”
I nodded. I really didn’t have much choice.
“We will do this once every two to three weeks, when your marks have healed so you can see new marks on yourself in the morning. I will drug your last drink one night when I think the time is right. So you will wake up in the morning having been beaten and having suffered whatever else I choose to do.”
I could have been sad, but at least I knew that in the morning I would wake hurting but with the smell of Louise’s cunt on my face and in my hair. I would know the bite marks were her teeth, that her elegant hands had done things to me. Then Louise made my heart beat faster.
“Sharon, I am a straight woman as you know, though in time – if I feel happy about this – I will use my mouth in various places on you while you are deeply asleep. I have no great desire to taste another woman’s pussy though I am told by friends I don’t know what I’m missing. Perhaps one day I will find out, or not as the case may be. Whatever, you will see on the tape the next day what I have done and you will have to trust your instincts that had you been awake, you would have enjoyed it all.” She paused and looked at me. “In time you will love me, I am sure, in a certain way though you won’t be aware of the pleasures I get from abusing you. Well, it might be better than having none of me. In time I may meet a man who I wish to marry, in which case our arrangement will stop. You will be sad but you will have all the tapes to look back on and enjoy in your own way.”
I nodded, hoping she wouldn’t meet anyone soon. A brief thought flickered in my mind that I might, from time to time, drug her drink as I used to and go to her new bedroom and use her. I would, of course, only do it after I had thoroughly checked for a new camera hidden there. That way I could lick her deep, hot cunt as she slept, totally unaware I had turned the tables on her. This time too I would be careful not to mark her, simply enjoying her body.
The thought didn’t last. Louise is a clever girl, and had thought of that possibility too. “Oh yes, and in case you think I hadn’t considered that you will still try to drug me I will have chains fitted to your bed. You will spend each night restrained by the neck so even if you did drug me at least I would get a good night’s sleep and you would simply lie there frustrated because you couldn’t get up and use me. Understand, Sharon?”
I understood, and nodded. Louise looked pleased and rewound the tape so we could watch it again. Only this time she put her hand down the front of her pants to enjoy my beatings even more.
She was straight, but she knew how to enjoy a woman her way as we watched the images of me and her on the screen again. And again, and again.

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Parisian Interlude

We arrive at the hotel in Paris after enjoying wine and a wonderful lunch on the Il de La Cite. You are stunning, in high heeled boots, cream colored dress and dark sunglasses, your hair windblown. You stand to the side as I check us in; you are nervous, full of anticipation. I know you are not wearing panties. I do not rush. Our bags are taken by the bellman and we ride the elevator to the top floor; our suite has a sitting room with tall windows, bar and sideboard, an ottoman, and a love seat. You use the bathroom, checking yourself out in the mirror, and washing your hands in the marble sink. You raise your skirt and inspect yourself; your pussy is trimmed but not bare. You touch her, not at all surprised to find wetness there. Your fingers make a trail up the side of your neck, then you smell your musk. You pull your dress down, smoothing the front, and you are ready. I am putting the Champagne on ice on the low table next to the couch and you come behind me. I stand as you embrace me from behind, pressing yourself into me, wrapping your arms around my chest. We stay like that for a moment then I turn and take your face in my hands, and kiss you. Your hands are at your sides, then grasp at my waist pulling my hips into yours. I unzip your dress, then lift your long hair, and kissing you on the neck behind your left ear I taste you. I break the kiss and sit down. “Turn” I say, and you turn slowly in front of me. I admire you from the side. “Those boots are hot” I say. You smile, looking down. You are glad that I am pleased with you. You present your back to me, and I say “Stop. Take off your dress.” Looking over your left shoulder you remove first one strap, then the other. It falls to the floor and you slowly step out of it. I am enjoying looking at your back; your shoulders strong and toned, back muscles rippling as you sway imperceptibly. Are you rubbing your thighs together? I resist the urge to reach out and grab your ass and pull you over my lap. That can wait. First I want to inspect your pussy. I stand up behind you and unhook your bra which then falls to the floor. Your nipples feel the coolness of the air and stiffen. I walk around you, looking you over. You are shy, you look at the floor until I raise your chin and kiss you again. “Sit”. You move backwards until you feel the couch on your calves, and you sit. “Put your hands behind you and sit up straight. Now, spread your legs for me. I want to inspect your pussy.” Your knees open, and there she is. Beautiful. You are looking down at me as I kneel in front of you. The back of my left hand touches your face. You are wondering what I will do next. I intend to savor you slowly, like the lunch we just had. I watch your chest move with your breath. You notice me looking at you and you straighten up, your breasts proudly thrust towards me. I cannot resist, and brush them in unison, again with the backs of my hands.
I turn my hands around, cupping them, and gradually working to the sensitive nipples with my fingertips. I roll each one between my thumbs and fingers, applying pressure, pulling them, finally pinching hard. I let go and you gasp. “You like that?” I ask. “Yes” you whisper.
I slap your face lightly. “Can’t hear you.” “Yes I like it.” I start the sequence again.
Backs of hands, then cupping, fingertips, roll, pinch, pull, and hold. This time I pull your face to mine, kissing you harder than before. I ask again “Like this?” You moan into my mouth. Still pulling your breasts, our tongues, teeth, lips are getting busy. I break the kiss, and letting go of your nipple I slap the tip of your right breast hard with the tips of my fingers. “You like that don’t you, dirty little bitch. You want me to do it again? Do you?” You nod, your lips trembling. I slap your face again, a little harder, and you say “Yes. Oh God yes.”
I have to resist the urge to rip off my pants, throw your legs over your shoulders and pound you until I pull out and cum all over you. I resist the urge to choke you with my cock until you can’t breathe, fucking your face until I fill your mouth with cum. I need to relax. I take a silk scarf out of my pocket and blindfold you with it. I reach to the side table and pour a glass of champagne. Hmmm, ice? I could have some fun with that. Maybe later. Kneeling before you I raise the glass to your lips and you drink. Some spills down your chest and I lick it from your body. I give you more. More spills, more licks to your breast and stomach.
You are still sitting up straight, and I complement you on your posture; Chest out, legs spread, on the edge of the couch, hands behind you. The couch is beginning to get damp underneath you. I light a cigarette, and hold it to your lips. I am thinking, do I use your mouth, letting go the first load on your face, then continue working on you? I am so hard and hot for you I am sure you could bring me off in no time. I stand, removing my pants and shirt, leaving the cigarette in your mouth. You start to reach for it and I say “hands”. You stop. The ash falls on your thigh, it is a little warm, just enough to be shocking. I reach for a cube of ice and place it on the ash, and you jump from the cold. I take it off, and hold it tight to your right nipple. I can still see the handprint from the smack I delivered there, and rub the ice on the mark. You breathe in sharply at the coldness of the ice, one breast cold, the other still tingling from my pinch. I take the cigarette from you, take a drag, and put it out. I take the ice away and suck your nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, moving the ice to your left nipple. The ice cube is in my palm and melts against your left breast, your side, and down to your sex. By the time I reach there it has all but melted. I’ll need to refresh my supply…but later. I am wondering, can I make you come just by touching your tits? I start massaging them again, kneading, stroking, pinching. I pull them together as I stand, and put my hard cock between them. You lean back as I slowly push between them, without any lube it is dry and there is plenty of friction. I rub the head of my cock back and forth while alternately pulling hard on your nipples and pushing your tits together. Your breasts are not too large, but firm and with nice dark nipples. You are breathing hard, the friction is building heat in your chest and that heat is traveling down. You get that familiar feeling in your stomach, and you are rocking your hips back and forth, attempting to get some clit contact. I am leaking pre cum, and as you feel the wetness I begin to speed up. I grab you by the hair and say “Open your mouth. Suck this fucking dick.” You obey. “Get it wet, I want to fuck your tits some more.” I pull your mouth off of me, kiss you, and pull your tits up again. This time my shaft is wet, and I slide right in. I pump 10 times before I need more lube. I pull your mouth back and you know what to do. You lift your right hand and I slap it away. My right hand holds your hair at the back of your head as I control your speed. You are sucking, taking my cock deep. I want to penetrate your mouth deeply, so that you can tongue my balls with my cock down your throat. But I don’t push. I know that you need time to get relaxed enough to deep throat. “You taste me? I am gonna cum. You better be ready I’m gonna cum. You want me to cum on your face, you dirty little whore? You want that?” You are trying to respond but I can’t understand you with your mouth full. I pull out, my cock is dripping with your saliva. I grab your hands and put one on my cock, the other on your pussy. You start rubbing your clit and moan. I pull your mouth to mine, kissing you and ask again “You want my cum, slut?” You say yes. I stand and admire you, the flush of your skin, your right hand rubbing your pussy while your left thumb rubs the wet spot just behind my glans. I pull off the blindfold. I want to see your eyes when I come all over your face.You open your mouth and stick out your tongue and I take my cock in hand and jerk it, hitting your tongue with the head. Both your hands are now free, one holding your belly while the other works circles around your wetness. “Ohh Godd” you say, just as the first few blasts begin covering your face. We are coming together, my dick in my right hand shooting into your open mouth while my left hand holds your chin in place. Time stands still, our souls soar out into a place where nothing but pure ecstasy exists. Your orgasm hits you hard, your face covered in my cum, your hands working your pussy hard and fast…

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Gloria’s Transformation – the Rape

Please see the first episode entitled “Gloria’s Transformation – the Gym” for the story of Gloria’s transformation by genetic modifications into a gorgeous, voluptuous, totally uninhibited nymphomaniac, with many perverse sexual impulses, including exhibitionism, masochism, and submissiveness. Her measurements are 36S-24-48.