I cannot believe what I did last night! I have been sitting here at the kitchen table all morning, going over it in my head. Reliving it. I am shocked, mortified, and even worse, excited.
I am a happily married woman. Well, mostly happy. My husband has this great new job, lots of money, and we have a very nice house. Unfortunately, he travels all the time. So I find myself sitting around the house bored to death.
We recently bought a new computer, with a modem. My husband uses it when he works at home. I use it to play when he is out of town. I discovered "chatting", and that led to the opening of a whole new horizon. I was shocked when I first went on line and saw the channels that people could explore. Sex with animals, rape, something called watersports, and sex with kids. I also saw channels that were for people who apparently shared my most secret fantasy. For a long time I resisted going in.
I don't know if I was just trying to avoid trouble, or if I was afraid of making the fantasy too real. I have had fantasies of being a sex slave to an older man since I was in my early teens. Usually to someone who was not attractive, and who was mean and took pleasure in making me do things that were nasty and perverted and humiliating. I have no idea where these fantasies come from, but I frequently fantasize about them while masturbating, and even when making love to my husband.
Finally, one day, during one of my husband's many trips out of town, I went in. Well, it was fantastic! I was invited to chat by an older man and we acted out my fantasy on line. I described myself to him. I am 23, 5'7", 118, natural blonde, 32B, and I am considered quite attractive. He was 48, 5'10", 225, and he insisted that he had a thick 9" cock. He even sent me a picture of it. But of course, I don't know if it was actually his picture. It was very impressive though.
I agreed to do everything he ordered me to do. At his direction I took off my t-shirt, my jeans, my panties, I wasn't wearing a bra. Now I was totally naked, talking to a strange man about sex! It was very exciting. I imagined that he could see me and he made me touch myself and brought me to orgasm as he described all the things he would love to do to me.
I was hooked! From then on, whenever my husband was away, I was on the Internet. In that chat room, or a similar one. I told strange men my fantasies, in great detail, and acted out their fantasies as well. I was hooked. I explored some of the other kinky channels, including the rape channel. I found a lot of excitement there too. But I always went back to looking for a man to tell me what to do, to use me and abuse me.
Well, last night things got a little out of hand. My husband has been gone almost two weeks, I was incredibly horny and lonely, and I had drunk a couple of glasses of wine. I am not a total non-drinker, but my limit is usually one glass.
I was talking to a guy from Australia, an older guy, who was a bit wilder than I was used to, but he was so far away that I felt safe, and I was getting pretty tipsy, so I was enjoying it. He convinced me to get a third glass of wine as we talked. BIG MISTAKE!! I did, and as the evening wore on I was doing everything he ordered. He was pretty good at it too.
He talked about making me fuck and suck strange men for his amusement. Undressing me in public, letting men touch me intimately in a public place. He made me touch myself. He got me so aroused, and I was so tipsy, I guess I just got carried away.
He told me to call a taxi, and when the driver got there I was to go out to the car, naked, and bend over the hood and beg the driver to fuck me. I could not do that, of course, in this neighborhood. I told him I wanted to serve him, but I couldn't obey that order. He kept after me though, and as unbelievable as it seems, we reached a compromise. I would call a taxi, and when it arrived I would go out in my robe and ask the driver to come in and help me with my bags.
I cannot explain why I agreed to this. I guess it was a combination of the wine, being so aroused, and a desire to experiment with my fantasies. Maybe doing it on the computer just wasn't enough anymore. I actually made the call!
As I waited for the taxi to arrive my Australian master began giving me instructions on what to do when he arrived. He kept trying to get me to do something outside, but finally he became more reasonable. I would go outside, in only my robe, and invite the driver in. I would ask him to sit in my chair at the computer, and my master would explain that I was his slave and I would do whatever he wanted. He was going to tell the driver that I was going to lick him and suck him and then let him fuck me. While I was doing this, the driver was to tell him all about it. And I was to have our poloroid camera ready so that the driver could take some pictures of me to send to him. I thought that would be safe, he was half a world away, and I was half drunk.
Things didn't go exactly as planned, but just about. It was like I was watching myself from outside my body! I heard the cab pull up in my driveway. I put my robe on and hurried out. I invited the driver in, he seemed a little put out, but he agreed to help me with my bags.
I don't know what I was expecting, he was very unattractive, very overweight, in his mid to late 40s, and he didn't look all that clean. I cannot explain why I didn't come to my senses and tell him it was all a mistake, but it was like I was in a trance.
I led him inside; I could almost feel his eyes on me, trying to see through my thin robe. I led him into the computer room and asked him to sit in my chair.
He looked a little worried, he could tell that something unusual was going on. I opened my robe and as his eyes bugged out I told him that someone on the computer wanted to talk to him.
I cannot explain how I felt when I stood nude in front of this strange man. All of a sudden I was in one of my fantasies. I was embarrassed. I was aroused. I was totally without free will. At that point I was ready to do whatever I was told, the nastier the better.
He finally tore his eyes away from my now naked body and looked at the computer screen. I leaned over and told my Aussie master that I was now nude and the cab driver was sitting in my chair waiting for him to explain.
My master told the driver that I was his sex slave slut, I would do everything he told me to do. And he invited him to explore my body while he talked.
I jumped as I felt his large clammy hands touch my skin. He started at my thigh in the back, moved up over my ass, up to my tits, exploring every inch of me, thoroughly, roughly. His hand moved down to my pussy and he left it there as he turned back to the screen.
My master told the driver that he wanted him to tell him everything I was doing as he ordered me to touch him and suck him and fuck him. Here was where the first hitch occurred. Our driver could not type. So I was to service the driver, and keep my master informed at the same time. All during this conversation the driver's hands were all over me. Humiliating me, driving me crazy.
I knelt and unzipped the driver's pants. He stood and I pulled them down, along with his shorts. He balanced himself by putting his hands on my head as he stepped out of his pants. He had a very large stomach, and very fat cock. Only about average length, but very fat. And it was already hard and oozing pre-cum from the tip.
My initial impression was pretty close, I guess he bathed more or less regularly, but it had been a long hot night I imagine, because I could smell the sweat from his crotch. The driver sat back down and, as instructed, I knelt between his legs and began to kiss his cock. It was very distasteful, but so highly erotic, I could not believe I was actually living out my fantasy! I was sucking some strange man's cock, or about to. I was naked in front of him. I was totally under the power of a man. Two men, actually. I did everything I was told. Licking his cock and his balls. Taking his balls into my mouth and massaging them with my tongue. Lifting his legs and licking his ass. I was on the verge of an orgasm just from obeying these nasty orders.
Finally I took him into my mouth and gave him the best blowjob I had ever given anyone. Not that there were that many. I had only been with two other men before my husband, and I was so young and naive that I really had very little experience.
Luckily he didn't last long. His cock was so fat that my mouth was really getting sore. After about five minutes he grabbed my head and held me as he moved his hips up and down and shot his huge load into my mouth.
It was very hard to keep up, but I managed to swallow all but a couple of small drops. However, he was kind enough to catch them with his finger and shove them into my mouth.
I stayed on my knees and turned to the computer to tell my master what had just occurred. As I typed I felt the driver's hands all over me again. I was instructed to hand the driver the camera and he typed out to the driver what pictures he wanted him to take.
Like a stupid, stupid fool, I followed every order. I took his cock back into my mouth and looked at the camera, I licked his balls, and I sat back and spread my legs and even played with myself for the camera.
I even had several orgasms as I posed!
Then I was ordered to suck him hard again, so that he could fuck me. I had to admit that I was in such a sex-crazed state, I wanted that ugly old man's fat cock in me.
Unfortunately, his days of getting seconds were over, I sucked and sucked, but I could never get him more than about half hard. Finally my mouth could take no more. Fortunately, my master was getting bored and decided that was enough.
As a final humiliation, I was ordered to give the driver twenty dollars, to pay him for his time!
The driver got up and dressed, gave my body a few last gropes, and left. I saw him to the door and after a few more minutes of talking to the Aussie, going over what I had done, agreeing to meet him again, I signed off and went to bed.
Before going to sleep, however, I spent at least half an hour molesting my vibrator. I came and I came and I came as I relived everything I had done in my mind. Finally I more or less passed out.
Chapter 2
I woke up late this morning, with a slight headache, and a feeling of disbelief as the memory of what I had done last night washed over me. I hurried to the bathroom, took a long shower and headed for the kitchen to get some coffee.
As I walked past the computer room I suddenly remembered the pictures. I went in to get them. It wouldn't do to leave them laying around, and there was no way I was going to mail them to some guy, even if he was on the other side of the world!
It was immediate panic. The pictures were gone! I felt like I had been kicked in the stomach. The driver must have taken them with him when he left!
SHIT!!!!!!!!
Maybe he just wanted souvenirs. But I doubted it. I knew it was going to be either sex or money, or both!
I went to the kitchen and made coffee.
I sat in a stupor until it was ready, and now I sit here at the kitchen table, with this horrible feeling in my stomach, wondering what I have gotten myself into. I am terrified. Have I screwed up my life totally? What about my husband, will I be able to keep it from him? Despite what happened last night, I love him dearly. He is not very sexually adventurous, however, and I know that just a hint of what I did will be the end of our life together.
It suddenly hits me that, no matter what that fat ugly driver demands, I will have to comply. I realize at last that, this boring marriage I have is the most precious thing in the world to me. I will do anything to protect it.
The rest of the day goes by in a daze. I keep waiting for him to show up at my door. I know it is only a matter of time.
I do the laundry, I do the dishes, I do all the little chores, but there is only one thing on my mind. What price will I have to pay for a night of perverted pleasure? One night of fantasy. It is so unfair!
Finally, just after seven that evening, I hear a car in the driveway. I look out. It isn't a cab. But the door opens and I see the cab driver from last night get out.
It suddenly occurs to me, I don't even know his name!
He comes to the door and I open it. He pushes his way in, turns around and looks at me with an evil leer on his face. I know there is no chance of sympathy from this man.
"You know why I am here, don't you?" he says.
I look down; I can't meet his gaze. "The pictures." I say, in a voice barely above a whisper.
He takes a step closer to me and begins moving his hands over me, feeling my body through my clothing.
"This is a pretty nice place you got here, must have cost a couple of hundred thou. Nice cars too. You aren't hurtin' for money are you?"
I just nod. I still can't meet his eyes, and I still don't know what he wants. Me, my money, or both.
"Well, don't worry honey, I don't want your money. You like playing games. We are going to play games. Lots of games. I own you now. You know that don't you?"
I felt the tears rolling down my cheeks as I nodded my head.
He was right, he owned me. I knew I would do whatever he wanted me to.
Suddenly he grabbed my head and pulled me to him. He kissed me, hard. I smelled his nasty breath as he forced his tongue into my mouth.
I didn't fight him. I just let him do what he wanted. But that wasn't enough. He squeezed my breast. Hard. Very hard.
"I want to feel some tongue baby. I ain't your damned husband. You better get into this. Show me how much you want me. Got it bitch?"
He pulled me against him again and pressed his mouth against mine. It made me nauseous, but I returned his kiss. I met his tongue with my own and made believe I was kissing my husband. That made it almost bearable.
Finally he stepped back and went into the living room and sat down. He ordered me to stand in front of him and undress. Slowly, so he could enjoy my discomfort and embarrassment.
I know it is strange. I shouldn't be so embarrassed. I was naked in front of him last night. He touched every part of my body, and I licked and sucked his cock and his balls. I even licked his ass! But I was sober now, and scared. The dream was over, but I couldn't wake up.
As I undressed he began to talk.
"If you do everything I want, every time I want, without giving me any grief, I will not destroy you. I will not show the pictures to your husband, or his boss. How do you suppose the people at his office would enjoy seeing your pretty little face with my big fat cock sticking into your mouth?"
I knew he didn't need my answer. I dropped my blouse to the floor and unfastened my jeans. I slid them down my legs and stepped out of them.
I could feel his eyes on my body as I stood there in my matching bra and panties. I suddenly wondered why I was wearing this set. It was much too sexy to wear around the house, especially when I was home alone. Did I want him to be here?! No, that couldn't be it. I couldn't explain. I was in such a daze I don't even remember getting dressed this morning.
As I unfastened my bra he continued.
"I plan on having a lot of fun with your pretty ass. You know those kinky little fantasies of yours? Wait until you start playing with me! But as long as you don't give me no shit, your real life and my sex life will stay separate. I would rather fuck you than ruin you. But if you don't play my game, I will not have any problem ruining your fucking life. Got it bitch?"
I nodded. I stood in front of him now, totally naked, not even bothering to try to cover my nudity. I was totally defeated. It just didn't matter now.
He waived me over and I moved to stand beside his chair. He just looked at me for a minute, not touching. He ordered me to spread my legs. I did, but not far enough.
He slapped my ass. I was more startled than hurt, but I quickly spread my legs for him.
He moved his hands over me, touching, pinching, and feeling. Watching my eyes to enjoy my reaction.
He saw what he wanted. Shame, fear, despair, total surrender.
I stood there as he pinched my nipples and stretched them out until I cried out. He continued. Going back and forth between my nipples until they were so tender I was desperate for him to stop.
He moved his hand down to my pussy then, and again turned to abusing my flesh. Now my tears of despair were mixed with tears of pain as he pinched and pulled at my delicate flesh.
Just as I was about to beg him to stop, he stood up and ordered me to lead him to my bedroom.
I turned and led him down the hall to my bedroom. He followed right behind me, squeezing and pinching my ass as we went.
I walked to the bed, assuming that he was finally going to fuck me. But that is not what he had in mind. I could tell he was turned on, his cock poked a huge tent in the front of his pants.
But he walked right past me to my closet. He disappeared inside for a few moments. I heard him rustling through my clothing. Then he reappeared holding a dress I had never had the nerve to wear. It was extremely short, and almost see-through.
He threw the dress to me.
"Put it on," he ordered. "We are going out."
I had not expected this. I just sat on the bed, looking at him stupidly, holding the dress in front of me.
"Get up cunt!" he snapped. "I gave you an order!"
I stood up. I wanted to beg him not to do this. I would do anything he wanted. He could fuck me and make me suck him, anything he wanted. But not out there! Not where people could see me!
But I looked in his eyes and knew better than to open my mouth. I moved over to my dresser and started to get out some underwear. He stopped me.
"If I wanted you to wear any of that shit I would have given it to you. Now put the damned dress on!"
I stepped into the dress and buttoned the buttons that went from my waist to my neck in the front. He ordered me to fix my hair and face as he went to find a pair of shoes he liked.
I finally got my tears to stop, and put on a little makeup. I don't wear a lot and it didn't take long. I brushed my hair and stepped back into the bedroom.
He had selected a pair of shoes I had worn once, at my husband's insistence, and sworn never to wear again. The heel was three inches high and the shoe was open and I could just barely walk in them. But I knew better than to argue. I put them on and stood up. He made me walk for him, modeling the humiliating outfit.
I didn't know how he could expect me to go out in public like this. I looked like a prostitute! My nipples could be seen through the top, and in the right light the skirt was almost invisible. He stopped me and ran his hand up my legs. I felt his finger pushing into me. I was shocked when I realized I was wet! Surely this did not arouse me! How could my pussy betray me like this! I couldn't be wet!
But I was. He looked up at me and chuckled evilly.
"You nasty cunt," he said accusingly. "You are liking this, aren't you?"
"No," I said. "I hate this. I hate what you are doing to me and I am just scared."
He just laughed. "Scared? Good, you should be. You have something to be scared about."
On that ominous note, he stood and led the way to the door.
I grabbed my purse and hurried after him, or at least I hurried as much as I could in these damned shoes.
I looked around as I stepped out. Thank God it was dark. I saw none of my neighbors, and hoped none of them saw me in this sluttish outfit, leaving with this horrible old man.
We got in his car and he drove off. As we drove he pulled me to the middle of the seat and pulled my skirt up to totally expose my pussy. He pushed my legs apart and began roughly fondling me.
He ordered me to rub his cock through his pants, and as I complied I saw a pickup truck pull up beside us on my side. I saw the driver out of the corner of my eye. I didn't have the nerve to look directly at him, but I watched out of the corner of my eye as he did a double take. We were stopped at a red light at a well-lit intersection. I had no doubt that he could see my dress up around my waist. If I had any doubts they would have been quickly dispelled.
I plainly heard him exclaim "Holy shit!!" Then I saw him turn to his companion and tell him about me.
Just then the light changed, and the truck kept pace as we drove the block to the next red light.
I was totally humiliated, and it was obvious that "the driver" knew what was going on and was enjoying it tremendously. It suddenly occurred to me, I still did not know the name of the man putting me through all of this. I could only think of him as the driver!
As we came to a stop at the next intersection he ordered me to open the top of my dress. I knew I had no choice. I took a deep breath and started to unbutton my dress.
"Quickly!" he snapped. I hurriedly went down my front unbuttoning the buttons. I could see both of the men in the truck next to us. The passenger was leaning over and both were staring as I finished and dropped my hands.
"The driver" put his hand behind me and pushed me forward. As I leaned forward he pulled my dress down off my shoulders. I was now as good as naked. My breasts were totally exposed, and so now was my pussy since he had removed is hand. He sat me back and reached over my shoulder and started squeezing my right breast. Pulling on it, aiming it at the young men in the truck as if it were a weapon.
He ordered me to look at the men in the truck and smile. I did as he wanted, but it was the hardest thing I ever did. I have no idea how I managed a smile. I was so totally humiliated. Finally he pulled away from the truck and allowed me to pull my top back on. But I could only button the bottom three buttons. This permitted my breasts to be seen almost to the nipple, and if I moved even slightly my nipples were plainly visible.
He could see I was on the verge of tears again, and he warned me not to start.
"That is enough of that shit," he growled, "you might as well get used to it, cunt."
Chapter 3
I had not been paying any attention to where we were going. Suddenly I looked around and realized we were in a part of town I had never seen before. It was pretty seedy, and I was glad of that. The chances of seeing someone I knew had to be pretty slim. If I had to be this man's slut, I guess I might as well be in a part of town where it was more appropriate.
Just as I was beginning to wonder if he even had a destination in mind, he pulled into the parking lot beside a seedy little bar. We got out of the car and he pushed me ahead of him to the door. We went in and I was instantly aware of how much of me was showing. There were a dozen men in the bar, and every one of them stared at me all the way to the back of the bar, where I was pushed into a large circular booth.
"The driver" wedged himself in after me and the bartender came over to take our order. I finally found out the name of "the driver" as the bartender called out "Hey Ted, who is the lady, and what the hell is she doing with a guy like you."
The guy making my life a living hell was Ted. I would have expected something a little more like Lucifer.
He ordered a beer for himself. I said I didn't want anything, but he ordered wine for me. He said he liked the way I acted after a little wine.
I looked up as three men approached the booth. Judging by the greetings they were friends and/or drinking buddies. Ted invited them to join us.
I could feel their eyes on my chest as they squeezed into the booth. I looked down and checked to make sure that my breasts were both covered, at least as much as possible.
They began talking, but all four of them were staring at me as they talked.
Ted introduced me in a way that immediately let everyone know what my position was.
"Guys, this is my cunt, Linda. I met her last night. She loved me so much she gave herself to me, swore she would do anything just to be with me."
The three men laughed and snorted, obviously they knew that wasn't the truth.
"OK, maybe she didn't fall madly in love with me. But she sure as hell belongs to me. I won't bother you with details, but she will do anything I tell her to do. Won't you cunt?"
I nodded. It was true. I would. I knew this was going to be more than I could take. But there was no way out now without ruining my life.
His friends, however, were still skeptical.
"You don't believe me?" he asked.
"Yeah, right," they chimed in, obviously not believing a word of it.
He turned to me and ordered me to unbutton the top of my dress the rest of the way.
I furtively looked around the bar and saw that nobody in the bar could see me, Ted had me completely obscured from anyone else in the bar. Only he and his friends could see me.
I reached up and unbuttoned the last three buttons, and then dropped my hands back into my lap.
Just then the bartender arrived with our drinks. I knew he could see my breast, he stood there a long time, taking the money for the drinks and chatting idly with Ted. I didn't have the nerve to look until he left. But as he walked away I looked down. It was obvious that from where he had stood he could see my entire left breast.
The surprising thing was, it just didn't seem to matter anymore. I was in a more or less constant state of embarrassment. Every new humiliation was just more of the same. I picked up my glass and took several long drinks. It was a very bad wine, but I really needed it right then.
Ted turned back to his friends and said, "Now what do you think?"
They were all staring at my breasts. Ted reached over and opened my dress so that my breasts were completely exposed.
At this point the bartender came back with the change. You would have thought he was carrying on a conversation with my breasts. He looked straight at them as he talked to Ted. He placed the change on the table and finally, reluctantly, returned to his place behind the bar.
Ted turned back to his friends and said "How do you like them tits guys?!"
To their credit, they did not actually drool, they just sat there with stupid looks on their faces, looking like they had never seen a tit before.
He turned to the man on my immediate left and said, "You should see them when those nipples get hard. Go ahead Bob, get those suckers hard for us."
I sucked in my breath as Bob gingerly reached up and started playing with my nipples. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stand to look at anyone. I sat quietly as he moved his hands over my tits, much softer, and much nicer than I expected from one of these jerks.
Then he began to concentrate on my nipples. Pinching them lightly between his thumb and forefinger, pulling gently, it actually felt pretty good! I felt my nipples getting taut, and I hated myself for responding, but I knew it was not my fault.
Finally, long after my nipples had hardened, Ted told him he could stop. I opened my eyes and saw all four of them staring at my chest. I took another long drink of wine and then set my empty glass down and closed my eyes again.
"What do you think guys?" Ted asked. "Is she turned on?"
"Sure looks hot to me." Bob said.
"Damn straight." One of the others responded.
"Fuckin' a." The other one chimed in.
Ted reached down and pulled my skirt up, exposing my pussy to Bob. The other two couldn't see because the table blocked their view.
"Go ahead, Bob, check her out. See if she is wet." Ted offered.
I sat still as I felt his hand move down between my thighs and up to my pussy. Without even being told I spread my legs for him. I gasped quietly as his finger entered me. I knew what he would find, I knew I was wet.
He moved his finger in and out of me for far longer than was necessary. Then he raised it above the table so everyone could see how wet I had gotten him.
"Give her your hand, Bob." Ted said.
Bob stretched out his hand. I took it, and held it, not knowing what I was supposed to do.
"You got his hand all dirty, cunt. Clean him. I looked at him for a second, then it dawned on me what he wanted. I leaned forward slightly and pulled his finger to my lips. I licked it gently, as though it were a little cock. Then I took it into my mouth sliding my lips up and down. I suddenly realized I was subconsciously putting on a show for them! I quickly pulled my mouth away and let his hand go.
I glanced up and saw the looks on their faces. These were all older men. Late 40s or early 50s. The one on the far end, I still didn't know the names of the last two, was skinny as a rail, the other two, Bob and the guy beside him, were both smaller than Ted, but they were both heavy, with big beer bellies.
They were all staring at me in awe. Here I was, a very attractive, very sexy, 23 year-old woman. Just a normal housewife. Sitting at this table in a seedy bar with four seedy old men. My breasts were exposed. My pussy was exposed. I was doing every nasty thing I was told.
At first I had thought that he was just going to show me off a little, and humiliate me a lot. But I was beginning to suspect that Ted was going to make me have sex with these men. A gangbang!! I had, on occasion, fantasized about having sex with two men. But not four! Not four ugly old men!
The bartender showed up at the table again. I bet these guys never got service this good before! He continued to act like nothing was unusual as he stared at my all but naked body. Ted ordered another round of drinks.
As the bartender walked away Ted turned to his friends and said, "How about if we finish this next round, and go to my place for a little peace and quiet?"
There was a chorus of anxious replies, I didn't expect anyone to say no.
Ted turned to me and put his hand on my right breast. He was roughly squeezing and pulling as he asked me sarcastically if I minded. I just shook my head. There was nothing I could say.
The bartender came back with the drinks and Ted released his hold on my breast.
"That sure is a sweet young thing you got there Ted," the bartender said.
"This slut!?" Ted said incredulously. "She ain't bad looking, but she ain't a sweet young thing. Are you cunt?" he asked as he turned to me.
I shook my head, but I guess Ted was getting tired of non-verbal answers.
"Answer me bitch!" he exclaimed impatiently.
"No, I am just a cunt Ted." I responded without looking up.
Ted put his hands on the edge of the table and slid it out of the way a few inches.
Now I was totally exposed to all five of them.
"Go ahead, cunt. Show him your cunt." I spread my legs, as much as possible, which was not much since I was still sandwiched in between these two large men. He whistled softly as I sat before him totally exposed, obeying all of Ted's orders.
"I don't know how you fell into this, Ted, but I gotta say you are the luckiest son-of-a-bitch in the fuckin' world man!"
"One of these days I'll bring her in and let you have a shot at her, man." Ted said, generously.
"No shit!?"
"No shit. First, though, I think she needs a little more training."
The bartender returned to the bar, and I continued to sit, fully exposed, as we drank our drinks and Ted and his friends talked, mostly about me and the things they wanted to do to me.
I guess the bartender must have told a few of the customers that something was going on in our booth, because every once in a while one of them would go out of their way to pass us on the way to the restroom. It was obvious they were just coming over to check out the naked female, but Ted didn't mind. He seemed to get a kick out of anything that increased my discomfort level.
Finally Ted told me to straighten out the top of my dress, but would not allow me to button it. He slid out of the booth and pulled me after him. I pulled my dress down, but not before I am sure that every man in the bar saw my naked pussy. Then we left, Ted first, I followed, and his three friends bringing up the rear.
In the parking lot we split up into two cars. The other heavyset man, I now learned that his name was Dave, got in beside me so that I was squeezed between him and Ted. Bob and the skinny guy got in Bob's car.
As we left the parking lot Dave put his arm around my shoulders, and his hand hung down, his fingers lightly moving over my left breast.
"You don't mind, do you Ted?" he asked politely.
Ted smiled at him and said, "Not at all, please, feel free." They both seemed to think that was real funny.
Now that he had permission, Dave had his hands all over me. He squeezed and pulled on my breasts like he was milking me. He moved his hand down and pushed it between my legs. I couldn't spread my legs, we were pressed to close together, so he pulled my leg up over his and roughly jammed first one and then two fingers into me.
I moaned in pain, but I think he thought it was something else. "Damn!" he said to Ted. "Listen to her moan. She's a hot one!" They both laughed again.
Thankfully, we were already in Ted's neighborhood. We quickly found a place to park and I was again pulled out of the car, with everything showing, with no regard for who might be around. As before, however, there was nobody nearby to witness my humiliation. I guess this is the kind of neighborhood that you stay inside after dark.
We waited on the street for Bob and skinny, and when they caught up to us we went inside.
Chapter 4
Bob had an apartment on the first floor. It was small, and it was filthy, but at least it had a terrible view.
Once inside I was ordered to get everyone a beer. When I returned and handed out the drinks I was rewarded with gropes and grabs and pinches by each of them in turn.
Ted ordered me to get up on the old coffee table in the center of the room.
I carefully stepped up, a bit wobbly in these damned heels, and stood waiting for what I already knew was coming next.
"How about it guys?" Ted asked. "Ready for a little entertainment?"
I didn't expect to hear anyone say no, and I wasn't disappointed.
"Strip, cunt." Ted ordered.
I started to pull down the top of my dress, but Ted stopped me. "Not like that! Put some soul into it. A little rhythm, dance for us!"
He turned to his friends and said, "Shit! Shoulda had the bitch wear more clothes. You guys don't mind if the show don't last long do you?" They all laughed at that.
I started to sway to an imaginary song, and dance around in a small circle. My skirt was so short that I imagine they could see my ass from this angle without my moving, and my breasts were exposed more than they were covered. But I guess it is the thought that counts, and it isn't like I had a choice.
After a couple of turns on the tiny table I slid the top of my dress off of my shoulders and let it hang at my waist. The men all whistled and cheered like I expect they would at a real strip show. I danced a bit more and then hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my dress and slid it over my hips, down my legs, to my feet. I kicked it out of the way and continued my little dance, turning and swaying gently, until Dave turned to Ted and said, "I just gotta taste that pretty little pussy. Is that OK Ted."
"Just a second boys," Ted responded. He left the room and came back with a camera. I started to panic all over again, but then I realized, it doesn't matter. He already had all the evidence he needs to ruin my life forever.
"OK boys," Ted said, "She is all yours. Take your time and enjoy, we have all night."
I moaned in fear as Dave got up and walked to where I stood on the small coffee table. I heard the camera begin to click away as Dave bent forward and stuck his tongue into me. I closed my eyes and stood there as he licked my pussy. I heard the others approach and felt hands all over me. Fingers mauling my already sore breasts, pulling, squeezing. Then another small shock as a finger tries to force its way into my ass hole.
After a few ineffective attempts to enter my back passage I feel the finger withdraw. But it soon returns, this time it is wet and I feel it roughly enter my ass. It seems like every time I feel I can't get anymore degraded, they prove me wrong.
I am beginning to feel the effects of this huge overdose of stimulation. It may be unwanted and clumsy but it is beginning to have a decided effect. I feel my breath beginning to get labored as these men are all over me.
Suddenly they stop; almost as if there had been a signal. I am left standing on the table as they step back and begin to quickly undress. I open my eyes to see Ted taking this opportunity to reload his camera.
Suddenly the room is full of naked men. They push me to my knees on the table and Dave steps up behind me and roughly forces his cock into my pussy. I am soaking wet, and it is a good thing, because I am shocked at how large his cock is. And he attacks me with it as though he wants to hurt me!
Someone grabs my hair and pulls my head up. I find myself looking at another large cock. It is the guy I call skinny, I still don't know his name. His cock is skinny too, but Christ it is long! I swear it must be at least ten inches. He rubs it all over my face, but mostly on my eyes and my lips, then he orders me to lick it.
I stick out my tongue and start licking as he guides my head on a guided tour of his crotch. I lick what ever he places in front of my mouth. His cock, his balls, it doesn't matter anymore. Ted is right. I am just a cunt. Finally he rests the head of his cock on my lips and begins pushing it into my mouth. It isn't bad at first. His cock is not very big around and I can manage it without much difficulty. But I start getting scared as he pushes all the way to the back of my throat. He holds me there as I gag and choke and struggle for breath. Suddenly he slaps me and my eyes look up at him.
"Relax bitch." He says. "I ain't gonna kill ya. I'm just gonna fuck your face a little. Now, swallow." I stopped struggling when he slapped me. Now I do as he orders and I swallow. He orders me to keep swallowing. After a few minutes I realize I no longer have to gag, and I am shocked as I feel his cock pushing into my throat! Dave is still roughly fucking my pussy, but Bob is bent over grabbing my tits and staring as I swallow that entire ten-inch cock all the way down my throat.
"Jesus H. Christ!" he exclaims. "I ain't never seen anything like that in my fucking life!"
Out of the corner of my eye I see Ted, still hard at work with the camera, now coming in for a few close-ups.
Suddenly it is like my mind snaps. I am no longer being forced. Now I want it. I need it. I want cocks and cum in me and on me. I want it all, everywhere. I begin to actively suck on Skinny's cock, just like the cunt that I have become. At the same time I begin to tighten my pussy around Dave's cock, and I am rewarded with a moan of pleasure.
I start to wiggle my ass, I reach a hand down between my legs and tickle his balls as he rapes his cock in and out of me. That is all it takes. He plunges into me once more and holds me tight against him as he moans loudly and explodes inside me. I feel his big cock throbbing in me as he drains his seed in my cunt.
As I feel his cock exploding in my pussy I go crazy, I moan around the cock in my mouth and I cum and cum and cum. When I can finally open my eyes again I see Ted with his camera right in my face. I had not even tried to hide my orgasm from him. I could not have if I had wanted to. They all laugh as I continue to kneel between them, now totally broken. I must be the cunt they say I am if I can have an orgasm while being gang raped.
Before Dave has finished and can pull out of me. Skinny tenses up and grabs my head even harder. He thrusts down my throat a few more times, and then holds his cock with the head just inside my lips. He grabs his cock and moves his hand up and down violently, shooting his big hot load in my mouth, so that I can taste it all.
When he is finished he pulls out and makes me look at him. He orders me to swallow, and I move his big load all around my mouth with my tongue. Then I slowly swallow as I stare him in the eyes. As soon as I have swallowed he offers me his cock to clean. I lick the last remaining drops of his load of cum and swallow them down.
As soon as he releases me Dave steps in front of me and I must clean him too. I can't believe I don't get sick as I take his limp cock into my mouth and taste his cum and my juices mingling on him. But I don't get sick. In fact, I love it! I try not to let them see it. But I know what I feel. I feel the excitement I could only get a small taste of when I was indulging in my fantasies as I masturbated on all those long lonely evenings.
I want to rest now. It is late, and I have been through a lot, but I see Bob coming for me, and I know that Ted will want something from me.
Dave and skinny (I still haven't heard anyone call him anything) take a seat nearby on the couch and I see them softly massage their cocks as they watch Bob come up and shove his cock in my mouth. I am a little scared by Bob. Ted is pretty evil, but Bob has had a glint in his eye all night that made me nervous. I have the impression that he would enjoy really hurting me.
It isn't long before my fears are confirmed. As I suck on Bob's cock, which was covered in pre-cum and didn't smell all too clean, I am suddenly startled by a sharp pain in my breast.
Bob is reaching under me, pinching my tit with all of his might! I try to scream and pull away. But he holds me against his belly with his cock down my throat. I look to the audience, hoping that someone will stop him. But quite the contrary, they are urging him on! Yelling at him to let me have it! He takes his hand from my breast and pulls his cock from my mouth. He orders me to lick his balls, and I do, fighting down my gag reflex again as his sour odor engulfs my senses. Before very long I have cleaned him enough with my tongue that I can breath again. But just as it gets to be bearable, he turns around and bends over and orders me to lick his ass!
This guy really needs some lessons in personal hygiene. The odor is awful. I stick out my tongue and take a deep breath and begin licking up and down the crack of his ass. The others are cracking up, they find this hilarious. And of course, out of the corner of my eye, more close-ups!
I taste something very unpleasant. I have never tasted it before, but I know what it is. I gag again, trying desperately not to vomit. I manage to get it under control. He notices that I am beginning to adjust, so he orders me to stick my tongue in his ass. I manage to pull away long enough to take another deep breath.
Before he can react, I move back quickly and stiffen my tongue. I spread his ass cheeks and move my lips up against his ass hole. I push my tongue in as far as I can. Then I begin to move it in and out like a small cock. His moans indicate that he enjoys the hell out of this, but I am starting to get light headed from holding my breath so much.
Finally he moves behind me and rubs his hard cock up and down the crack of my ass. At first I am afraid he is going to fuck me there, but finally he moves it down and rubs it back and forth over my sloppy wet pussy.
He strokes back and forth a couple of times, then he places the head of his cock against my pussy and roughly pushes it in, all in one vicious stroke. I am starting to get pretty sore, so, even though I have begun to get quite aroused, I am extremely happy that he does not last long. After only a few short minutes he tenses up and shoots his load into me. Then, like the others, he moves around to be cleaned.
As Bob finishes with me and moves away I notice that Ted is now undressed. His big, fat, cock standing straight out and covered with pre-cum.
He hands the camera to Bob and tells him to get some good pictures of the action. Then he moves behind me and starts rubbing his fat cock over the dripping lips of my cunt. Even though I am already quite sore, I am still pretty turned on, and I have to admit I have been curious about what it would feel like to have his fat cock in me since I first saw it last night. (God! Was it only just last night!?)
Unlike the others, he is quite gentle as he places his cock against me and slowly moves it into me. I try to hold back, but I find myself moaning in pleasure as he moves his thick, thick cock into me. I feel his finger moving around the outside of my hole, and then he is putting it gently into my ass as he continues to fuck me. He is slow and gentle and although I don't care to have things in my ass, I must admit he is making me feel very good.
Suddenly, however, he stops. He pulls slowly out of both of my holes. Then I feel him spread my ass cheeks and place his cock against my tight hole. For the first time I beg him to stop. I promise him anything. I plead with him to leave my ass alone.
But he ignores me. He gently starts to press against my ass hole with this cock. I am almost in a panic. It is far too large, I know he will hurt me. He pauses for a minute. In a gentle voice he tells me to stop fighting. If I just try to push out, as though I were going to the bathroom, he says it won't be so bad.
I am panting like I have just run a race, I am on the verge of panic. But I have to try, I have to do something, I know he is going to do it, one way or the other. So I do what he says. I control my breathing and I push on the muscles around my ass hole. Suddenly I feel him slide into my ass. He gets the head of his large cock into me and then stops. Letting me adjust to it. Once I have relaxed a little he begins slowly working it in. With each stroke of his huge cock he enters me a little deeper. Until I feel his belly slapping against the cheeks of my ass. Once he is all the way in, he stops again. Allowing me time to adjust. Then the fucking begins.
But he cannot last long, I have been arousing him all night, submitting to every nasty order he gave me, and my virgin ass is so tight he cums very quickly. As has become the routine, he moves around and forces my mouth over his slimy nasty cock. It is worse this time, because of where his cock has been, but there is no fight in me. I docilely clean his cock with my mouth. What the hell, my mouth could not taste any worse!
They make me get up and get them another beer. I am dying for anything to drink. Anything to wash the taste of cum and shit out of my mouth. But I am too cowed to even ask, and nobody offers. So I sit on the table in the middle of all these naked old men and watch them drink their beer.
It is very late, and I am praying that the entertainment portion of our evening is over. I hurt all over. I have cum dripping out of my cunt, and my ass. My mouth tastes like dirty cocks. Surely they can't want me anymore tonight!
I keep my eyes averted as I sit before them. I try not to hear the things they are saying about me. About how well I can suck a cock, how tight and hot and wet my pussy is, how cute my little tits are.
Finally Ted asks if any of them want anything, it is getting late and he is going to take me home unless anyone has a better idea.
I am instantly excited. At last this evening is almost over. But of course these dirty old men can't let it go at that. They talk for a minute and decide that they could all use one last blowjob.
My mouth is already tired and sore, but I know I won't get any sympathy from them. So when I am ordered to kneel between Dave's legs and get back to work, I sigh deeply and slide off the coffee table and kneel at his feet.
Dave grabbed my hair and pulled my face up so that I had to look at him. He pushed his finger into my mouth and told me that he was already fucked out. But if I do a real good job maybe he can cum again before dawn. Everyone laughs, but that is just what I am afraid of. I could be here all night trying to get these three old men to cum again.
Dave moved his finger in and out of my mouth like a small cock. "This time," he said, "you are going to throat me like Larry taught you."
At first I didn't know what he was talking about. Then I got it. Skinny's name was Larry. And now Dave wants to put his cock in my throat like Larry did.
I did not think I could go on. All I could do was keep reminding myself that I just had to get through this and I could go home.
I leaned down and took Dave's cock into my mouth. I started moving up and down on it gently moving it back farther in my mouth each time. I started to gag and I almost panicked. There was no way I was going to be able to take this man's cock into my throat. It was much fatter than Larry's.
I heard a sound behind me and then I felt a terrible pain on my ass. I tried to straighten out and see what happened but Dave held my head so that I could not move. I managed to turn my head enough to see Larry standing behind me with a belt in his hand.
"Stupid bitch!" he said. "What did I teach you? Swallow! Didn't you learn anything?"
I remembered then that he had made me swallow his cock, not just shove it down my throat. I still did not think it would work with Dave's cock, but I had to try.
I placed his cock near the back of my throat and began swallowing. Before I could begin moving forward, Dave pulled my head down over his cock brutally. At first I didn't think it would go in. It reached a certain point a short distance down my throat and seemed to catch, but then suddenly I found myself with his entire cock in me and my lips touching his stomach.
I was shocked! The men began to cheer me on as if I was an athlete that just scored. The funny part is, I even felt a tinge of pride!
He released my head so that I could pull back and gulp a quick breath, then I went down on his cock again, but this time I managed to get it all down my throat without help. It didn't take all night, but finally I managed to get him to cum. It did take a long time and I was in tears of pain when he finally shot his small load in my mouth.
Bob was next, and he too wanted the deep throat experience. I hurt so much, I would have been willing to do anything else, but I got between his knees and took him down my throat. I guess I got numb after a while. I think my mind kind of shut off. I managed to get him to cum, and Larry too, though I hardly remember it.
Thank God Ted was worn out. As soon as Larry had cum down my throat and pulled out, Ted threw me my dress and told me to put it on.
I was filthy, covered with cum, but I just wanted to go home. I didn't even ask if I could clean up first. I slipped the dress over my head and buttoned the three buttons I was allowed to button. I slipped my shoes back on and stood waiting while Ted's three friends got dressed and prepared to leave.
I hardly remember the ride home. I remember climbing into a tub as hot as I could stand it, and soaking until the water was cold. And I remember crying for hours as I tried to blot out the memories of that night.
When he let me out, Ted had told me to relax for a couple of days. I spent the next two days in a daze. I just couldn't think. If I tried, I ended up thinking about my situation and how hopeless it was. Better not to think at all.
Chapter 5
Ted called again two days later, Thursday evening. He told me to be ready to go out Friday morning. I was to wear a nice conservative "housewife type" outfit, pretty but conservative underwear, and practical shoes. He wanted me to look as sweet and innocent as possible. He refused to even discuss his plans. Just told me to be ready to go at 9:00 AM.
I lay awake most of the night, dreading whatever was to happen to me the next day. I knew that Ted was enjoying seeing just how much he could put me through, and of course, I had no choice but to do what he said. I just prayed that he would keep his word. My husband would be home Saturday. Ted promised he would not bother me when my husband was in town.
I was up early Friday morning. I couldn't eat. Just some coffee for breakfast, then a shower and find something to wear. I decided on a simple print dress, modest and attractive. It seemed like what Ted might have had in mind. I chose a demure bra and panty set, a little lace, but nothing racy.
I was ready and waiting when Ted pulled into my driveway. I met him at the door and he stepped inside to inspect me. I turned around for him, modeling my dress. But he couldn't let it go at that.
He ordered me to show him my underwear. Despite what he had put me through already, I was still humiliated at having to perform for this man like this.
But he nodded is approval and ordered me to follow him. I grabbed my purse and followed him out to his car. He let me sit on my side of the car this time. He didn't touch me at all, but he had to do something to humiliate me, so he made me ride with my skirt up around my waist. I was a little surprised, and even a little encouraged. Maybe he was getting tired of me already!
Ted drove to a mall nearer the downtown area. Not far from the bar he had taken me to. He parked in an empty section of the parking lot, far away from the stores and the other cars. We just sat there waiting. Ted had not said a word all the way down here. But now he started to explain.
"I owe a man some money. He is starting to get a little impatient. Trouble is, up until now I didn't have the money to pay him. Turns out I can pay him now bitch. I talked to him yesterday. I told him all about you. He can't wait to meet you. You spend the day with him and he calls it even. And you better do every damned thing he says, bitch."
I looked at him in shock. How could he! I am NOT a prostitute! I started to say I wouldn't do it. I started to say that that was not part of our agreement. But before I could say a word he looked at me with his mean eyes and said, "If you open your mouth I will put my cock in it right here in the parking lot."
I sat there with my skirt up around my waist trying not to cry. After a few minutes Ted looked at his watch and said "What the hell. We got here pretty early, we might as well do something to pass the time while we wait."
He grabbed my hand and put it on the crotch of his pants. "Give it a little hand job while you are sitting there with nothing to do."
Well, at least I don't have to put the ugly thing in my mouth this time, I thought as I brought my other hand over and unzipped his pants and gently pulled his cock out. It was about half hard as I put my hand around it and started to move it up and down.
"Yeah, that's it bitch, keep that up." He said as he settled back to enjoy my efforts.
I had only been jerking his cock for about 5 minutes when I heard a strange noise approaching the car. Suddenly two boys rushed by on skateboards, one on either side of the car. The looked in as they went by, and I saw the surprise on their faces. It would of have been comical, if it were not so embarrassing.
The boys stopped, far enough away to be out of earshot. But it was obvious what they were talking about, they kept looking back at our car. I wanted to stop, in case they came back, but I knew that I couldn't stop until Ted said I could.
The boys started skating back toward the car, much slower this time. As they got closer I could see that they were both about 14 or 15.
They slowed even more as they approached the car. Just as they were about to pass one on either side again, Ted waved to them!
I just sat there, my panties exposed, my hand on his cock, as he waved the kids over to the car. They stopped, looked at each other for a second, and then skated over to the car grinning from ear to ear.
In a moment they were leaning against the car doors, with their heads leaned in towards the windows. They looked at my hand on Ted's cock, but mainly they stared at my panty-covered crotch. I kept my legs together, but I still felt pretty exposed.
"Did you guys ever see a pussy before?" he asked them.
They looked up at him, as though they could not believe what he had just asked.
The one at my window said "No sir, except in a couple of pictures, I ain't never seen one."
"Me neither." The other one chimed in.
I was a little surprised, I thought guys always claimed to be studs, even at this young age.
I kept my eyes down, trying to make believe this wasn't happening. I still moved my hand on Ted's cock, but it was almost automatic, I was hardly moving at all. I guess he was having too much fun embarrassing me again to notice.
"Go ahead cunt, pull your panties out of the way and let them have a look."
I don't know if it is possible, but my face seemed to become even more flushed with embarrassment. I reached my right hand down and grabbed the crotch of my panties with two fingers and pulled it out of the way so that my pussy was exposed to these young boys.
"Holy shit!" they said, almost in unison as my pussy was uncovered.
"That is one fine pussy there, gentlemen. She ain't no fresh young teenager, but she is definitely prime pussy. You aren't apt to see a nicer one than that in your life."
The boy in my window stuck his head all the way in and stared at my pussy. Suddenly he looked up at me and asked if he could touch it.
Before I could even decide what I was supposed to say, Ted looked around, saw we were still alone, and told him to step back a little.
The boy withdrew his head from my window and Ted reached over and opened my door.
"Swing your leg out." He ordered.
I did as he ordered, moving my right leg out, spreading my legs obscenely for the young boy's pleasure.
"Go ahead," he said to the boy, "look it over all you want.
The boy knelt at my door and his face was only a foot from my pussy as he looked at it intently. He reached out gingerly with his index finger and touched it gently. The look of awe on his face was almost enough to make me laugh, but for some reason I didn't. It was as though I was worried about hurting his feelings!
He moved his fingers all around my pussy, examining it in great detail. As he did I saw is friend loom over his shoulder, pushing in for a closer look.
"Hurry up," his friend urged. "I want to touch it too."
"Man! Look at this!" the boy said as he exposed my clit, which was now quite hard. I gasped lightly as he touched it gently with his finger. Actually, the kid had a pretty nice touch!
I gasped again as he slowly started pushing first one and then a second finger into me.
Had he continued on for a few more minutes, I was sure I was going to have an orgasm! But Ted stopped him. He told him that we only had a few minutes and that he had better let his friend have a close look.
His friend almost knocked him over in his rush to take his place. He was nowhere near as gentle as the first boy. He pushed and pinched and pulled and prodded, as though he wanted it to be uncomfortable. "Here is another Ted in the making." I thought to myself as he groped my pussy, more like a typical teenager than the first young boy had been.
Finally Ted told them they would have to stop. He wanted me to finish beating him off before his friend showed up. He told them they were welcome to watch. And they did!
I sat there with my legs splayed wide and my pussy on display as I resumed masturbating Ted. Just before he came he handed me a tissue and I caught his slimy mess in it as he came. I was surprised. I had expected him to force my mouth down onto his cock as he came. I guess he wanted to keep me presentable for his friend. He told the boys that it was too bad they didn't have more time. He would love to offer them a nice fuck, but maybe some other time.
The boys groaned at how close they had come to losing their virginity, grabbed their boards, and headed off to the mall.
I cleaned my hands off and finally I was allowed to pull my skirt back down and sit in a more normal fashion.
We waited in silence for his friend to show up. In just a few minutes a face appeared at Ted's window. I was startled. I had not even heard a car drive up. I thought I was shocked before. You should have seen my face when a large black man came into view at Ted's window!
Ted didn't even bother to introduce us. They talked about me as if I was just property.
"So this is your poor, innocent, little housewife?" The black man asked sarcastically.
"Yeah," Ted answered, "want to check her out first?"
"No, she looks OK to me. I'll have her back here at 6:00, almost as good as new." They both laughed at that. I just kept sitting with my head down, hoping for a lightning strike to save me from this.
I am not a prejudiced person, but I had never been with a black man, and although I know some white women have that fantasy, I am not among them. I was terrified.
The black man walked around to my door and opened it. He offered me his hand and gently helped me from the car. As soon as the door was closed Ted drove away. I never felt so scared in my life. I had just been given to a large black man for the next seven and one-half hours. I didn't even know his name! But then, I guess I should be getting used to that by now.
He walked me back to his car, which was parked behind where Ted had been parked. He was a perfect gentleman so far. He held the door of his car for me and I got in, thankful to be seated again, I was so scared my legs were shaking.
As the shock began to lessen I started taking stock. The man walking around to the driver's door was about 6'4", maybe 250 pounds. There did not appear to be any fat on him. I would guess he was about 35 or so, no more than 40. He was well dressed, and from what little I could recall of his conversation with Ted, he seemed well spoken.
He got in, started the car and drove from the parking lot. As he did he introduced himself.
"My name is Nathan. We are going to spend the day together, as you already know. As long as you behave yourself you won't be harmed. "
His words were comforting, and his voice was soft and quiet. I started to calm down as he spoke.
"Ted told me a nice little story about how you met, and what he has done with you. I want to know how much of what he told me was correct, and I want to know a little more about you. So tell me how you came to be in his clutches."
It was embarrassing, but I figured that by the end of the day I would be unlikely to have any secrets from this man. Besides, I didn't know what Ted had told him, so I had to tell him everything to make sure I didn't get him upset at me for leaving anything out.
I told him about my fantasies of being a sex slave, being abused by a man, and how I had explored them on the Internet. I described how I had been a bit tipsy and had been convinced to call for a cab so that I could perform oral sex on the driver. I told him everything that had taken place that night. Then I related the details of my humiliation and degradation the following day at the bar and later at Ted's apartment.
I kept my head averted as I spoke. I was much too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
"Tell me about you and your husband." He asked.
I didn't know what he wanted to know, so I told him how we had met, how long we had been married, that we were in love, and that my husband traveled a lot, and I missed him a great deal.
I don't know if that was what he wanted to hear, but he didn't ask any more.
After a few minutes of driving in silence he pulled into the parking garage of a very up-scale high-rise condo and we got out. I followed him to the elevators and we got in and traveled alone and in silence to his apartment on the top floor.
Chapter 6
I waited while he unlocked the door and we went in. He offered me a drink, but it was too early, and I just wanted to get this over with.
He sat on the couch and indicated I should sit beside him.
"I guess you have never been with a black man?" he asked. "You are scared, aren't you?"
I nodded.
He put his arm around me and his gentle voice soothed me as he again reassured me that he was not going to hurt me. He moved his free hand up my arm to my shoulder and, gently down over my breast. His gentle touch was pleasant, especially after what I had been put through the last couple of days.
When he started kissing me I almost panicked, but his kiss was gentle and pleasant, and his hands were continuing to make my breasts tingle with excitement. When I felt his tongue probe my mouth, I tentatively met it with my own. I don't know what I had been expecting, but this was not at all unpleasant. If I were not happily married and being forced to do this, I might even have been enthusiastic!
I was beginning to breathe more heavily as he broke the kiss and sat up. He asked me to stand, and after I had, he asked me to take off my dress.
I reached behind my back and pulled the zipper down. I turned my eyes as I shrugged the dress of my shoulders, but he asked me to keep looking at him. Between embarrassment and arousal, I must have been bright red.
I let the top of my dress fall and hooked my thumbs in the waist and pushed it down over my hips. I stepped out of it and tossed it on a nearby chair.
He asked me to turn around and he enjoyed the view as I displayed my underwear for his approval. He ordered me to remove the bra, and finally the panties.
When I was naked he patted the seat beside him and I rejoined him on the couch. There is something a little obscene about being naked with a man, when the man is dressed. I guess it is even more obscene when you just met him and you have to do everything he orders you to do.
Nathan took me in his arms again, and this time I relaxed and enjoyed it as he moved his large gentle hands over my body. I was really enjoying myself, and hardly felt guilty at all.
After a few moments he asked me to tell him about how I lost my virginity. I was not expecting that. It suddenly took away all the pleasure. I had to use my brain!
I told him, with as little detail as possible, about how I had finally given in to my boyfriend in the 10th grade. We had been at his house after school and his parents were both at work. I didn't supply any details.
Nathan kept after me though. He wanted to know how I felt, how much pain there had been. Did I have an orgasm. What I felt and thought the first time a boy touched me or saw me naked. Then he asked for more details about my husband. He asked about our first time together, what sex was like for us now. And as the conversation progressed, he continued to move his wonderful hands all over my body.
The caused a strange mixture of emotions. Being touched by this strange black man in the most intimate manner, while discussing the most intimate details of my life with my husband was both demeaning, and highly erotic.
I knew that was wrong, but that is what I felt. My nipples were erect and my breasts swollen. My pussy was wet, and I was afraid that there would be a spot on the couch when I stood up.
Finally I had satisfied his curiosity. The questions stopped and he began kissing me passionately. My breath was labored and I was on the verge of an orgasm just from this man's kisses!
Suddenly he stood up and took my hand. He pulled me to my feet and led me to his bedroom. Without even being asked I helped him undress and when he was down to his jockey shorts he picked me up and moved me gently to the bed.
His hands and his lips were all over me again, more urgently now. And I was no longer an unwilling participant. I moved my hands over his broad chest and his muscular stomach, his taut thighs, and his strong buttocks.
I felt the large bulge in his shorts, pressing against my thigh. I could feel it throbbing, and I wanted it. I wanted to see it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted it in me. I began moving my lips down his neck, his chest, tasting him, kissing him, and licking him. I do not believe I have ever been more aroused in my life!
I licked and sucked and nipped at his nipples, I licked circles around his chest, then down over his hard, flat, stomach. I inched down and finally saw the huge bulge in his shorts. I know I have never seen a larger cock. I doubt that I ever will. It was truly remarkable! It extended at an angle toward the waistband of his underwear. I was too embarrassed to ask, but I know that it was at least twelve inches long. At least!
I kissed it through his shorts. I noticed a small wet spot forming where the head of his cock was. I licked it gently, tasting the faint taste of his pre-cum. I placed my mouth over the head of his cock and exhaled gently through his shorts, caressing him with my breath.
I placed my fingers under his waistband and began to slowly pull his underwear off. I stared at his cock as I slid his shorts down his legs and threw them on the floor. His cock was magnificent! The skin was so dark it was almost purple. It was so long and thick and... God! I don't know. Just really beautiful! Powerful! That was what it was. Powerful, masculine.
I was near the foot of the bed now. I leaned forward and began kissing his calves, working my way up. His thighs. Nearer and nearer to his throbbing cock. He moved his legs apart and I neared his crotch with my tongue. For the first time I noticed his balls. I suppose I should not have been shocked, their huge size was appropriate. In keeping with the magnificent member they accompanied. But I could not suppress a small gasp of surprise when I noticed them. On his large frame, and in company with his huge cock, they did not seem out of place. But his testicles must each be nearly the size of a baseball!
I was moaning with lust as I began kissing his balls, licking them all over. I could not possible take them into my mouth, not even one at a time, but I lifted them gently with my fingers and adored every inch of them with my tongue.
I would occasionally look up as I worshipped at his crotch and see that he was watching me, and obviously enjoying the show. It was hard to tell if he was more amused or aroused, but it didn't matter.
I moved up and started licking his hot, throbbing cock. I took it in my hands and gently touched it, felt it's heat, took pleasure from his arousal. I moved my tongue up to the head of his cock. It was now covered in pre-cum. I licked it clean and then kept licking.
I wet my lips and pressed them tightly together. I placed my mouth against the head of his cock and pushed. Keeping my lips tightly together I pushed them down over his cock, so that it felt like his cock was pushing into a hot, tight, wet, pussy. My pussy.
His cock was even fatter than Ted's, but I took as much of it as I could into my mouth. I remembered what Larry had taught me at the gangbang at Ted's apartment. I swallowed and made myself relax and tried to take Nathan's cock into my throat. At first it would not go. But I did not give up. I had to do this for him. I just had to. I don't know why, but I was determined to have this gentle black giant in my throat, to give him more pleasure than any other woman ever could.
Finally, much to our mutual surprise, I felt something give, and his cock shot down my throat! I looked up and took pride in the look on his face, a combination of amazement and lust. I felt like I had just won the Nobel Prize for cock sucking!
I paused for a moment with my lips tight up against his abdomen. Then I began to slowly withdraw. I pulled back all the way to the end, and then slowly pushed back down. It went down easier this time. It was slightly painful, but the look of pure lust on his face made it worth while.
He started to moan and his body tensed. It was obvious he was about to have an orgasm, so I pulled back to the head of his magnificent cock and began using my hands to push him over the edge. I wanted his cum in my mouth. I wanted to taste him.
Suddenly it happened. I felt huge spurts of his hot cum shooting into my mouth. I couldn't possibly keep up. I swallowed and swallowed, but still his juice kept pouring out around the head of his cock and dripping down his cock and onto his belly.
I had expected a larger than average amount, based on the size of his beautiful equipment, but I was still not prepared for the volume of liquid shooting out of the hole in the end of his cock.
At last the torrent ended. He pulled my mouth away from the head of his cock. I looked at the large gobs of white cum dripping off of his still hard staff and laying in large puddles on his stomach and without hesitation I began to lap them up eagerly.
At last I had removed every trace, and I returned to the head of his cock to suck out any lingering drops of his nectar.
His cock was softening now, and he reached down and pulled me up beside him. He pulled me to him gently and told me I was the most magnificent cocksucker he had ever met. I almost laughed. Less than a week ago I would have been extremely insulted. Not now, now I was pleased, proud even!
He held me in my arms, and much to my surprise, he kissed me. Gently at first, then passionately. Never, in my entire, although admittedly limited, sexual experience, had a man ever kissed me after I had sucked his cock! I was so surprised that tears came to my eyes!
I put my arms around him and held him tight, and kissed him voraciously. This man was definitely something special. He turned me over on to my back and began kissing me all over. My lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes, everywhere. Soon, he was working his way down, covering my swollen, sensitive breasts, my stomach, and finally, my hot, wet, pussy.
As soon as his lips touched my pussy I had a tremendous orgasm. I came and came as he moved his tongue over my swollen pussy. I am not a loud person when I have sex, not normally. But I was moaning and screaming and going crazy, pushing my hips up to meet his face, moving my hips in a totally out of control dance of lust.
Just when I thought I was going to pass out, he stopped. He moved quickly up over me, covering me with his massive body. He took my hands and pulled them up over my head. I was totally helpless as he placed his large cock against my wet, anxious slit, and began to slowly, gently, push it into me. I lifted my head and looked down. I had to see it! I watched as inch after inch of that beautiful black cock disappeared into my belly. Before it was all the way in I was cumming again!
He paused, once he had completely buried his massive cock in my straining pussy, and just looked into my face. I was thankful for the pause, as I slowly began to adjust to his cock, but I could not lay still. I was moaning and babbling incoherently as I twisted under him.
He started fucking me then. Slow at first, until he saw that I could take him, and then violently, raping me. Making me love it! I tried to pull my hands loose, to hold him, to squeeze him, to rake my nails down his back. But I could not, and my helplessness only made it more intense. I began having orgasm after orgasm, screaming and thrashing. Totally out of control. At one point I stretched my head up and began licking the sweat off of his chest, I was an animal, totally out of control.
Then I felt him tense up and I felt his cock, throbbing violently in my pussy. I knew he was filling me with his cum and I came again, one last violent orgasm.
He stayed over me for a few moments, kissing me tenderly. I felt his cock getting soft in my pussy, and I almost wept at the loss. I couldn't take any more, I needed a rest, but I didn't want it to end!
Finally he rolled off of me and lay beside me. He took me in his arms and I lay on my side next to him, with my hand on his now limp cock. Two things suddenly occurred to me. He had eaten my pussy, something not one of the other four animals I had been serving had offered to do, and he had not pulled my head down to his spent cock. And the funny thing was, I wanted to do it for him!
So I did. I moved my head down and took his limp, wet, cock into my mouth. Even totally relaxed, it was still larger than any other cock I had ever seen! I sucked him until his cock was clean, and then moved back up and lay in his arms to regain my breath.
He asked me where I learned to deep throat, and I told him about the lessons I had received from Ted's friends. He was surprised at how little experience I had. He said that no woman had ever been able to do that for him, and I was surprised at the pride I felt.
After we had rested he got up and took me to the bathroom. He handed me a prepackaged douche and even allowed me the privacy to use it! I went to the bathroom first and then followed the directions on the bottle. When I was finished, I went back into the bedroom and he took me by the hand and led me back into the bathroom. We took a nice hot shower together, soaping each other, touching, kissing. I could easily get used to this kind of abuse!
We dried off and went back into the bedroom and dressed. We sat in the living room and this time when he offered I had a drink with him.
We talked for a little while longer, always about me, he seemed to want to know all about me, how much sex I had had and with whom. And much to my surprise, I told him. I told him everything he wanted to know! I wasn't ashamed. I had been with more men this week, than I had been with in the entire preceding 23 years. I was not promiscuous, and it was not my fault if I was being made to submit to all these strange men. Well, it kind of was. But I was not doing it of my own volition.
As we talked I noticed that Nathan kept looking at his watch. I finally noticed the time myself and was surprised that almost two hours had passed. It seemed like I had just gotten there.
When the clock struck noon, Nathan got to his feet and reached for my hand. He said we were going out for a little while. I was a little disappointed, I wanted to stay and play some more, we had six hours left. I wondered where he was taking me, but I wasn't scared, he was such a kind and considerate man, I felt safe with him.
We headed for the door and on the way out he grabbed a large, professional looking video camera. I have to admit that this made me nervous. But he didn't say anything and we went out. He locked the door and we headed for the elevators.
Chapter 7
Just before we reached the elevators he stopped and said that he had forgotten his camera pack. He handed me his keys and asked me to go and get it, he would get the elevator.
I turned back to his door and as I did I saw four black men approaching from the other direction. They looked like real hoodlums, I had to wonder what they were doing in this building, but I didn't feel threatened with Nathan waiting nearby.
We reached the door at about the same time and as I fumbled with the key they stopped and started making rude remarks.
"Hey baby, you look like you need some help getting that thing in the hole," commented one. The others laughed crudely and I started to turn my head to look for Nathan.
Before I could turn my head the one closest to me grabbed my chin and said, "You look at me when I am talking to you, cunt!"
To my horror, out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nathan, with the camera on his shoulder filming these thugs as they gathered around me threateningly. I cannot explain how this made me feel. In such a short time I had grown to trust Nathan and enjoy him. He had almost erased the self-loathing I had managed to build up over the last few days. He had made sex wonderful!
It was obvious, however, that this was all a set-up. He had waited until noon, watching his clock for the proper moment. He had taken his camera, and now he was going to film me getting raped by four black punks.
I don't understand the conflicting emotions that ran through me then. But I decided that if he wanted a rape film, I was going to give him one! I didn't try to look at Nathan again. I pulled away from the punk holding my face and told them that they didn't belong here and they had better leave or I would scream.
One of them had worked around behind me and as soon as I said that he grabbed my waist and put his hand over my mouth. I was kicking and moaning and trying to get loose as one of them grabbed the key from my hand and opened the door to Nathan's condo.
They rushed in and gathered around me in a circle. They started pushing me back and forth between them, grabbing my breasts, my ass, lifting my skirt, whistling, making crude comments. I pretended to fight them off, but it didn't really matter now. I felt so betrayed. I know that makes no sense, but that is what I felt.
They began ripping at my clothing, tearing my dress, shredding it, pulling it off of me a piece at a time. I was crying softly, not fighting anymore. They stopped shoving me and just stood around me now. Their hands, boldly exploring every part of me.
My dress was in tatters at my feet and now I felt hands tearing at my bra. There were more crude comments as my breasts were revealed, and then my panties were ripped from me violently. I would have fallen had one of them not caught me.
Now the hands again, squeezing my flesh, probing my orifices. And the constant barrage of crude comments. I felt so totally degraded, even worse than the other night with Ted and his beer buddies.
But then the strangest thing happened. Despite everything, I was becoming aroused. I was back in my fantasy again, being used and abused and degraded. I was getting turned on. I was thankful that they were so rough they could not notice. That would be too humiliating.
I finally got a break as the men stepped back and started undressing. It was obvious that at least one consideration in selecting these men had been the size of their cocks. They were all extremely large. Not as large as Nathan, but well above average.
Once they had undressed they moved closer to me again. I felt them pressing against me, their cocks rubbing me, their hands probing.
Then I was forced to my knees. Everywhere I looked there was a large, angry black cock pointing at me. The circle widened slightly and I saw Nathan moving in for some close-ups as my face was pulled to one cock after another. Time seemed to stand still as first one cock then another was forced into my mouth. It went on and on. And then, finally one of them began to cum in my mouth. He pulled out until just the very tip of his cock was in my mouth and made me open my mouth. He moved his hand up and down his throbbing cock and I saw Nathan move in for a close up as his cum shot into my mouth.
As soon as he was finished I swallowed his load of cum and before I knew it, it was happening all over again. All four of them came the same way, with the camera catching all of that cum shooting into my mouth.
I looked around and was shocked to see that not one of them had gone soft, they were still hard and ready for more. It began then for real. And it went on for over two hours. I was raped in every hole, in every combination and every position I had ever heard of, and many I had not heard of.
Several times I had three cocks in me at one time, and usually the fourth was rubbing against me somewhere as well. I was having orgasm after orgasm, but I was being so mistreated, so roughly handled, that I am sure they did not even notice. I was thankful for that.
Finally it was over. I was nearly unconscious. I didn't even notice them dressing or leaving. Just all of a sudden Nathan was picking me up and carrying me to the bathroom.
He handed me another douche and left the room.
I sat on the toilet and just cried softly for a long time. I was being torn by my desires, my fantasies, and the certain knowledge that what I was doing was so wrong, a complete betrayal of my dear, sweet husband.
I went to the bathroom and used the douche and stepped back into the shower.
I didn't hear Nathan come back in. I was preoccupied wondering what I was going to wear home. My clothing was in shreds. But suddenly he was there, holding me, gently moving his hands over me.
His gentle, soothing voice telling me that it was ok. And for the moment, it was. I relaxed in his arms and let his soothing voice wash over me. Enjoyed the healing touch of his wonderful hands.
I was sore all over, it was difficult to move. My pussy, my ass, my jaw, everything hurt. My breasts and my buttocks were bruised. But I was OK now, because Nathan said so.
He turned off the water and dried me and then carried me back to the bed.
He laid me out on my back and stretched out beside me. He kissed me gently and moved his hands lightly over my body, soothing my soreness away with his caress.
He must have known I was too sore to do anything. He didn't even try. He just let me rest and we talked some more while he caressed me. Still about me of course.
I had to ask about the film though. He told me about his deal with Ted. He made specialty movies, for a special audience. Mostly rape movies, or B&D and S&M. The real thing, not the kind you buy in video stores. He has a small, select client list that pay a premium price for good quality movies, such as an attractive young white housewife being raped by four black hoods. For real!
So now I am a movie star! I took comfort in the knowledge that at least nobody I knew would be on his client list. I was sure that no one I knew would ever see the film.
Most of the time, though, we talked about me. His curiosity about the most intimate details of my life seemed a little on the weird side, but I enjoyed talking to him, and I wanted him to know that I was really a normal person, not a slut or a whore. I wanted him to like me!
He got up a couple of times over the next couple of hours and brought snacks and drinks back to the bed. I was surprised at what a wonderful time I was having. I wanted him again, and I kept apologizing for being too sore to make love to him. We both saw the irony in that, but I couldn't help it. I felt that way!
When it was almost time to leave, I suddenly remembered I had nothing to wear. I asked Nathan what I was going to do, and he just laughed. He went to the closet and came back with a beautiful, tasteful, and very expensive, dress. And it was just my size!
He must have gotten my size from Ted, and he knew in advance that my clothing would be destroyed.
I put the dress on and brushed my hair. I touched up my make-up and found my shoes. I finally found my purse and at last I was ready to go. But before he took me out to the car he handed me a piece of paper.
"I won't bother you," he said, "but I would love to see you again. I think you enjoyed yourself as much as I did. I know you are having a tough time with Ted, and there is nothing I can do about that. But, if you want to see me again, just call. Anytime. I was watching you pretty closely, and I don't guess those four thugs noticed or cared, but I saw how many orgasms you had. I want to have you again. And I think you will call. And if you ever get in the mood, I would love to film another movie. You will never get and Oscar, but I have no doubt that that was the sexiest movie ever made. My clients will be begging for a sequel.
I didn't say anything, but as I slid his number into my purse, I knew I was going to be back here. I did want to see him again. And as much as I hated to admit it, I knew I would make another movie for him. At least I told myself it was for him.
We left then. He took me to the parking lot, and Ted was smart enough to see that I was totally used up for that day. He took me straight home. He made me tell him everything that had happened on the way, but at least he kept his hands to himself and his zipper closed.
Chapter 8
The next day I picked my husband up at the airport. We had something to eat on the way home and then we went straight to bed.
I was worried that he would notice something, but my bruises were almost gone, and he was so horny from being away so long, that he wasn't noticing much of anything. And the room was dimly lit. So I eventually relaxed and enjoyed myself as much as I could, my poor abused body was still sore.
But it felt good to be with him again. It made me feel clean again. Normal. I felt bad about what I had been doing while he was away, and what I knew I would be doing when he left again. But I had to keep suppressing that thought if I was ever going to be able to live with myself or with my husband. At least until I found a way out of the mess I had gotten myself into.
I tried not to think about what had happened to me while my husband was away. I wanted the next three weeks to be as normal and as wonderful as possible. But I could not keep it out of my mind. I kept remembering what I had done, and what had been done to me. But that wasn't the worst part. Whenever I caught myself thinking about it, I noticed I was aroused. I didn't want to be. I knew I should be disgusted, traumatized. I could honestly say that I dreaded the next trip my husband would take, and what I would be put through after he left. I did not look forward to my next session with Ted, but the idea of it turned me on. Even after all that I had been through last week, I still had those same fantasies that had gotten me into this to start with!
The weeks flew by and before I knew it I was helping my husband pack for his next trip. I drove him to the airport in the morning and then went straight home. I sat by the phone for a long time. I knew I had to call Ted. My orders were to call him as soon as my husband was gone and I was alone. He said he would know if I did not. I believed him.
I finally got up the nerve and called him. He didn't waste any time with small talk. As soon as he answered and heard my voice he said, "It's about time cunt. I been saving it up for you. Get your ass over here, now."
I wasn't all that sure I could find his apartment, but I felt nervous about my neighbors seeing him here, so I thought it was the better option.
As it turned out, I had no trouble finding the way. I drove right to it. I parked and went to his door and knocked. He answered the door, wearing only a robe, and pulled me in roughly. He slammed the door and sat on the couch.
He ordered me to strip. I was still wearing the shorts and blouse I wore to take my husband to the airport. I unbuttoned my blouse and as I slid it down my arms and tossed it on the chair I watched Ted open his robe and begin to slowly massage his quickly growing cock. I unbuttoned my shorts and stepped out of them. Then I reached between my breasts and unbuttoned my bra. I tossed it on the chair and slid my panties off.
He motioned me over to sit beside him on the couch. As soon as I did he was all over me. He pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. His large rough hands were all over me. Squeezing and pinching and groping my breasts and my thighs and my pussy.
After a few minutes he began forcing my head down. I knew what he wanted, of course. I put my hand around his hard, throbbing cock and leaned forward to lick it all over.
I took him into my mouth and started sucking. I guess he had been saving it up for me! In no time at all he was shooting a huge load of hot cum into my mouth. I was getting much better at this, and I swallowed it all without much difficulty. I held his cock in my mouth until it was soft and I had gotten every last drop of his cum. Then he pushed me away and stood up.
He went into his bedroom and returned about ten minutes later, dressed. I was still naked. He had not told me to dress. He tossed me something and told me to put it on. It was a mini-dress. I could see that it was new, it still had the tags on it from the store. He must have gotten it just for me. I saw why when I put it on. It was one size too small, and even if it had been the right size it would have been too small! It was semi-transparent and my breasts were plainly visible. My nipples stuck out like little thumbs.
I begged Ted to at least let me wear my panties. There was no way I could go out like this and not get arrested! I looked at myself in the mirror and without even moving my crotch was just visible below the hemline! He let me put the panties on. It wasn't much, but I felt a little better.
I followed him outside and he made me walk ahead of him and we started walking to the bar we had gone to the first night he took me out.
It was only a few blocks to the bar. But it seemed to take forever. I tried not to notice the looks of the people I passed on the street. The surprised but lustful looks of the men, the shocked, disapproving looks of the women. And all of the looks said the same thing. "SLUT!"
The only things to be grateful for were the lack of wind and the fact that there were very few people on the street.
We finally arrived at the bar and I was relieved to see that at this early hour the only one here was the bartender.
He looked up as we came in and it was obvious that he recognized me. He smiled and then smiled even wider when he realized I was almost naked.
Ted pushed me over to the bar and we took a seat.
"Do you remember the last time I brought my bitch in here?" Ted asked.
"Are you kidding? Prettiest tits and pussy I ever saw! If I close my eyes I can still see her sitting there with here tits hanging out." The bartender responded.
"Well, she has had a little more training, and I thought I would bring her in for that 'tip' I promised you."
"No shit!!!" the bartender exclaimed, a look of disbelief I his eyes.
I was not surprised. I figured Ted would find someway to humiliate me. I didn't even attempt to resist as Ted reached over and unzipped the back of my tiny dress. He pulled the top down and I sat in there in that public bar topless, praying no one would come in to add to my humiliation.
"She is all yours, buddy. Help yourself." Ted generously offered.
"Anything I want?" the bartender asked, still not sure this wasn't a big joke.
"Anything you want." Ted replied.
The bartender reached over the bar and put one of his large meaty hands on my breast. He was gentle at first, but then he started squeezing and pulling on my nipples, taking great pleasure from seeing them getting larger and stiffer as he abused them.
He ordered me to stand up and walk around the bar to where he was standing.
As soon as I was within his reach he grabbed me and pulled me against him and started kissing me brutally. His large tongue probed my mouth. His hands moved down my back and over my ass. When I didn't resist he pulled up the back of my dress and moved his hands all over my panties. His finally pulled his mouth away from mine and started licking his way down to my naked breasts. One of his hands moved around to my crotch and started roughly rubbing over my pussy.
I looked over at Ted and saw how amused he was at my predicament. He truly enjoyed seeing me abused by strange men. I think that if he had to choose between doing it himself, or watching me suffer while someone else abused me, he would have a hard time choosing.
The bartender pulled my dress the rest of the way down and when I stepped out of it he threw it on the bar. He stood up and ordered me to take my panties off.
After a quick glance at the door I hooked my thumbs in the waistband of my panties and slid them down and off. As I did this, the bartender was unzipping his pants and pulling out his large cock.
The bartender looked at me, standing there in the nude, for a few moments. Then he pushed me to my knees and pushed his cock into my face, rubbing it all around, leaving a trail of slime all over my face.
When that no longer amused him he ordered me to open my mouth and he roughly shoved his cock, which was now quite hard, into my mouth. He was roughly fucking my face, choking me, gagging me.
Tears were streaming down my face as he assaulted my mouth. Suddenly he stopped and I realized someone had come into the bar. I thought that he would stop and I could hide down behind the bar, out of sight.
Unfortunately the newcomer was a friend of the bartender and he spoke to his friend as he came up to the bar, never taking his cock from my mouth.
"I'll be damned!" the newcomer exclaimed. "Hey, I bet I know who she is. I heard about the bitch you had in here a couple of weeks ago. You had her in a booth in the back with all her shit hanging out. I heard she went out of here with four guys. Is that her?"
"That's her." Ted answered for the bartender. "She belongs to me. I can do anything I want with her."
"No way!" the customer said in obvious disbelief.
"Check it out. I just gave her to the bartender for a tip. She is kneeling back there naked and sucking on his cock. What do you think?"
Ted told them a little bit of how I came to be there. Once they learned that I was a more or less innocent housewife being blackmailed into this, I had hoped that I would get a little sympathy. Was I ever wrong! They thought that was the hottest thing they ever heard.
The bartender told Ted he was going to take me into the back room and fuck the shit out of me. Ted said he would watch the bar.
The bartender pulled his cock out of my mouth and pulled me to my feet. He pushed me towards a door in the corner and we entered a storeroom. There was no bed or anywhere to lie down. He just pushed me over a stack of beer cases and I heard him take his pants down.
He stepped up behind me and he rubbed his hands all over my ass. He squeezed my cheeks and spread them, looking at me as I lay spread out before him. He stepped up closer and pushed his cock between my thighs, rubbing it back and forth against my pussy. Then, in one long slow stroke, he shoved it all the way in.
I was soaking wet, and he entered with no trouble at all.
"I'll be damned! You little cunt, you are soaking wet! You like this shit don't you?"
I just groaned. It was too humiliating to have to answer. And how could I explain? How could I make him understand that I didn't want to do this? I had no choice. I couldn't help it if being treated like this aroused me. But it didn't matter. I didn't care what he thought anyway. I nodded and he laughed at me, adding to my humiliation.
He leaned forward and reached around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing roughly as his cock roughly ravaged my pussy. I tried not to, but I felt myself nearing orgasm as he overpowered me. I began to moan quietly and he could tell I was getting close. My pussy was squeezing his cock tightly. I was almost panting I was breathing so hard. Finally I let it happen and I started to cum. He felt me tense up and start to thrash around on top of the cases of beer he had spread me out on and I guess that pushed him over the edge. He started blasting his cum into my pussy.
When he was done he collapsed on me for a moment. He was so big, so heavy I could hardly breathe. After a few moments he stood up and pulled me to my feet. He turned me to face him and pushed me to my knees. I didn't even have to be told by now. I knew what my job was. I took his soft, sticky cock in my hand and placed my mouth over it. I quickly sucked it clean, then licked his balls to clean them as well.
When he was satisfied he ordered me to pull his pants up. I reached down to the tangle of clothing around his ankles and pulled his shorts up into place. Then I pulled his pants up and buttoned them, zipped them, and buckled his belt.
He reached down and grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. He pulled me to the door and didn't even look to see who was in the bar as he shoved me through the door.
Fortunately, I guess, there were only the same two men in the bar that were in there when I was taken into the back. I stood behind the bar with cum dripping down my legs, waiting to be told that I could dress. I felt the eyes of all three men on my body as I stood there, keeping an eye on the door. I seemed to be the only one worried that someone might come in and be upset to find a naked woman in the bar.
I was shocked when it occurred to me that I was less concerned with the idea that someone would see me naked than the idea that someone would be upset by it! My God! How low was I sinking?
I finally began to hear what was being said around me. Apparently, while I had been in the back with the bartender, Ted had been making plans with the bartender's friend. It seems that in the brief time we had been in the storeroom, Ted and the newcomer, whose name I learned was Mark, had become friends. They had apparently made plans for my afternoon.
I asked Ted if I could go to the bathroom and get cleaned up, and to my surprise, he said yes. I reached for my panties and my dress but he stopped me. He apparently wanted me clean but naked.
I sighed with resignation and hurried to the restroom. It felt so strange to be walking around naked in a public place, to the amusement of the men in the room. But it was a relief to be able to clean the mess from my pussy and my thighs. I took my time, not anxious to return to stand naked in a bar for the amusement of strange men. But I could not put it off forever.
I opened the door of the restroom and looked out, thankful to see that no one had entered the bar since I came in to clean up. I walked out and stood beside Ted, waiting to see what would happen to me next.
I was relieved when Ted handed me my dress and told me to put it on. As the men watched I slid the dress over my head and zipped up the back. It was funny, thinking back to how uncomfortable I was when I first put it on, when I realized now much better I felt putting it on now. My panties still sat on the bar, but before I could reach for them Ted handed them to the bartender and said, "Why don't you hang these up over the bar? Right there by your first dollar."
Everyone thought that was a pretty amusing idea. Everyone but me, that is. The bartender got some thumbtacks from a drawer and spread my panties out on the wall and tacked them up. While he was mounting his trophy panties, Ted pulled me around so that I was standing between him and Mark, facing Mark.
I felt Ted's hands, moving over my ass in an absent-minded sort of way. As if he were just doing it to keep his hands occupied.
Marc looked me over for a minute. "You are a pretty little thing." He said. "Ted says you like lots of fucking and sucking, is that right?" As he spoke his hand came up and gently caressed my breast. "Are you a horny little housewife?"
I avoided looking at him, but I nodded. This time, however, I wasn't just saying what they wanted to hear. I was beginning to realize that I was turning into what they wanted me to be. I had just been forced to have sex with the bartender. And I had had a great orgasm!
Now I was standing between two men who had their hands all over me, and I was getting excited again. I didn't want them know that, but Mark knew. His hand moved down between my legs and I felt his finger move up and down across my slit, and then gently into me. He knew I was enjoying this. He understood. I could tell by the look in his eyes.
Mark put his wet finger in my mouth and as I sucked it clean he said, "We have something new planned for you darling. Another new experience for you. I guess you are having a lot of those lately, according to Ted."
I didn't dare ask what they had planned. I knew that whatever it was it would be unpleasant.
Ted and Mark got up from their bar stools and, with me between the we walked out. Ted had left his car at his apartment so we got into Mark's car and drove away with me between them in the front seat.
Chapter 9
As we drove Mark continued to play with my breasts. I had noticed something kind of amusing about the way these men treated me in these situations. I really wasn't a person to them. I was merely a host for various female body parts. My job was to keep my breasts and my vagina warm and handy for them. As Mark played with my breasts he totally ignored me. He talked with Ted. They carried on a perfectly normal conversation as if I was not even there. But during the entire trip, which was, thankfully, quite short, Mark had his hand inside the top of my dress. His hands pulled and squeezed and pinched my breasts, not to turn me on, or to turn him on, but just because he liked doing it.
Ted pulled into a parking lot in back of a seedy looking building. I had been looking down, as usual, so I didn't even notice what was in the building. Was I in for a shock!
I noticed that the parking lot was pretty full. I hoped we weren't going to the same place all these people were. I much preferred my humiliation to be private.
They didn't say anything, but they seemed anxious to begin as they hurried me through a plain, unmarked door in the back of the building. The only thing that indicated it was an entrance to anything was a sign saying something about not entering if "you are offended by nudity or sex." I didn't like the sound of that.
We stepped into a large room full of row after row of magazines with pictures of naked women in some of the most outrageous poses and predicaments I had ever seen. I was relieved to see that there were only a couple of other people in the room. I guess the people parked out back were in some other business nearby.
For a few minutes we walked around looking at the magazines. Ted and Mark took great pleasure in pointing out some of the most outrageous ones and suggesting that they would love to see me in this or that situation. Being tied up, whipped, having sex with large groups of men, sex with other women, all kinds of things. I didn't say anything, but I found a few of the pictures quite stimulating.
As we perused the stacks of porno I felt the eyes of the old man behind the counter and the other customer following us around the room. They were probably wondering what a woman was doing in this place. But then, I was too.
After we had made a complete tour of the magazines and movies we spent a few minutes looking at the sexual devices available. I was shocked! I had never imagined some of this stuff existed! Some of it looked like fun, but some of it looked dangerous! Most of it was just plain stupid. Inflatable women that made you want to laugh just looking at them. That sort of thing. Some of the things that were designed for a woman to stick in her body were beyond belief. But they soon tired of joking about all the things they could do to me with this stuff and I found myself being pulled over to the counter.
Ted handed the old man behind the counter a $10 bill and without ever taking his eyes from me the old man counted out a handful of tokens and handed them to Ted.
We headed towards a door in the back of the room and as we approached it a buzzer sounded. Ted pulled the door open and we entered a long, dark hallway. At first I couldn't see a thing. But then my eyes started to adjust and suddenly I realized where the people who owned all the cars in the parking lot were. There were men everywhere back here! Standing against the walls, alone and in pairs talking quietly. Going in and out of the doors spaced every few feet along both sides of the hallway. I had no idea what this was all about, but I was beginning to feel more than a little scared.
Ted pulled me along behind him as he walked slowly down the hall. It was obvious from the looks I was getting that it was not very common for a woman to enter this hallway. I glanced into a couple of the open doors as we passed. The rooms were very small, perhaps ten feet by ten feet. Only the light from small television screens illuminated them. The first screen I saw was blank, but as they continued to pull be down the narrow hallway I noticed that when there was something on the screen it was a pornographic movie!
I suddenly became aware of the sounds. A cacophony of loud music, but not loud enough to drowned out the exaggerated sounds of people having sex. Mostly women moaning and groaning loudly. I had no idea what this place was. I had never heard of anything like this!
As we neared the end of the hallway, Ted glanced into one of the booths and then pulled me in after him. Mark followed and shut the door. Ted started putting tokens into a slot and the screen on the little television came alive with a close-up picture of a large cock sliding in and out of a large, wet vagina.
I had never seen anything like it! I stared for a moment, forgetting my surroundings briefly as I saw for the first time what it looked like close up as a couple had sex. As I watched, Mark came up behind me and began to remove my dress. He pulled it over my head and hung it from a nail in the wall. Then he stood behind me and rubbed his bulging crotch against my ass as he moved his hands over me.
I still didn't know why we were here though. We could have gone to Ted's house to have sex. Or even stayed at the bar! Did they come here just so they could watch a dirty movie while they fucked me?
Ted watched Mark mauling my breasts for a few moments. But as he watched, I noticed that he kept glancing at the wall beside us. I followed his eyes and was shocked to see a large round hole cut in the wall. And through the hole I could see an eye shining in the dim light. Someone was watching us!
Ted smirked as he saw the reaction on my face. I still didn't know what was going on here, but if it amused Ted, I knew I wouldn't like it.
Mark edged me a little closer to the hole and when my pussy was less than a foot from the hole a hand slowly reached in. When there was no objection, the hand clamped down on my pussy and was all over it. The hand squeezed and pinched and then I felt first one and then two fingers enter me. For some reason, the idea of being molested by a disembodied hand was strangely appealing!
Mark continued to roughly amuse himself with my breasts as "the hand" manipulated my genitals. I was becoming very aroused!
Ted said something to Mark, I was too engrossed in what was happening to me to hear it. But suddenly Mark stepped back and turned me around. The fingers slipped out of my pussy, but immediately began to caress my ass. Then to slide between my legs and back into my pussy, then back out, and back to my ass. "The hand" then pushed the finger he had just moistened in my pussy into my ass.
After a few moments Mark turned me around again and pushed me to my knees. "The hand" immediately attached itself to my breasts. First one, then the other. Squeezing, pulling, pinching. It was so strange to have some man I could not see doing this!
After a few minutes Mark pulled me back a bit and told me to stick the tip of my finger into the hole. I did not understand, but I was long past the point of arguing or questioning. I just do as I am told.
I tentatively edged the tip of my index finger into the hole and waited to see what would happen. Suddenly, in the dim light, I could see the head of a cock begin to poke through the hole! I almost laughed! Until I realized what came next.
"Touch it." Mark whispered. I moved my index finger up to the soft head of the anonymous cock and moved it gently around, spreading the large amount of lubricant seeping out. After a moment more of the cock came through the hole until I could see the man's pubic hair pressed against the other side. His entire cock was sticking through the hole!
I moved my hands over it and then Mark pushed against the back of my head and without saying a word I leaned forward and took this large, anonymous cock into my mouth. As I sucked, Mark moved around behind me and adjusted my position so that he could take me from behind.
I could never explain it, but there was something terribly erotic about this. Sucking on a cock that some man stuck through a hole in a wall while another man I had just met fucked me from behind. This really turned me on!
With all the time Mark had spent playing with my body over the last hour, I guess he was pretty aroused, because he came almost instantly. I felt him stiffen and then just hold his softening cock in me until it just slipped out.
I continued sucking on the cock in my mouth, but I really missed the cock in my pussy. I kind of hoped that Ted would get turned on enough to get hard again and take another turn.
After a minute my wish came true as I felt a cock push into me from behind again. Or at least I thought my wish had come true. I suddenly glance to my side and noticed that I could see both Ted and Mark watching me! They had let someone in through the door! Another stranger was pushing his cock into me from the rear!
I didn't resist. It would not have mattered. I just kept sucking. Finally the man I was sucking came in my mouth and I kept sucking and swallowing until he pulled his cock back through the hole in the wall.
I didn't move though, I just waited for the man fucking me to finish. Now that my head was free I looked back to see who was fucking me. There was nothing special about him, just an average, middle aged man lucky enough to get a piece of young pussy.
As I turned back to face the wall I noticed that the door to our room was open and there were at least a half a dozen men watching me. Before the enormity of this could sink in, I was distracted by the touch of another hand on my breast. Another hand sticking through the hole groping me. I looked down to see a large black hand moving over my breast. I could feel the calluses on his rough hands scraping over my soft breasts. But it didn't last long.
His hand was quickly withdrawn and immediately replaced by his half-hard uncircumcised cock. Strange as it seems, with all the cocks I had been exposed to since I came under Ted's control, I had never seen an uncircumcised cock.
I looked at it for a moment in curiosity. Then I reached up and moved my fingers over it, moving the foreskin back and forth, watching his cock jump and grow as I explored it. After my last outing with Ted, I was no stranger to black cock, but for some reason I thought it was exciting that I was going to suck a black cock with as many as a dozen white men watching. As soon as that realization struck me, another followed immediately on it's heels. I was shocked at how much I had changed! A month ago I could not even imagine doing what I was doing here. Now, I was getting excited! I was no longer being forced, or coerced. I wouldn't want them to know it, but I wanted this. I was enjoying this!
I leaned forward and licked the head of the big black cock sticking through the wall. I noticed that when it was hard you could not tell the difference between circumcised and uncircumcised. The foreskin had disappeared! How about that, a cock that does tricks!
I placed my lips over his cock and started sucking. As I moved my lips down over his cock I felt the man behind me grab my hips and suddenly start moving in and out like a jackhammer. As soon as he came he immediately replaced by another strange cock.
I completely lost track of how many men I sucked and fucked that afternoon. It was dark when we left. And I was incredibly sore. But I noticed that I was becoming more able to take this kind of abuse. I must have had the cum of at least two dozen men in my pussy and my stomach. My jaws were sore, and my pussy was sore, but no more so than that first night with Ted and his friends. I am not sure how I felt about that.
Anyway, they finally decided I had had enough and cut the line off. They led me to the bathroom at the end of the hallway, in the nude of course. I was given time to wipe off as much of the cum as I could in that nasty men's room. Then I went back out into the hallway and they gave me my dress to put back on in front of all of those men.
As we walked back up the hallway to the door hands were all over me, grabbing my breasts, reaching under my skirt, which didn't cover anything anyway, and pinching my ass and rubbing my pussy. I just ignored them.
Finally we were outside in the cool night air. I suddenly felt able to relax for the first time in hours. I took a deep breath and enjoyed the absence of sound from the dozens of dirty movies playing simultaneously. As we walked to the car I glanced back in wonder. What the hell kind of place is this!? I wanted to ask out loud, but Ted and Mark were busy reliving their eventful afternoon. Or should I say my eventful afternoon.
We got in the car and returned to Ted's apartment. I was afraid they would want more sex, I was so sore already I didn't think I could do it. But they seemed to realize that and just had me strip and serve them dinner and drinks while they talked. From what little I could catch of their conversation, I could tell they were thinking up another little adventure for their amusement and my further debasement.
After dinner, they continued to talk while Ted had me clean up, first the dishes and the kitchen, but then the entire apartment! I know he did it more out of a desire to watch me in the nude than to have a clean apartment. It was apparent that he was no neat freak. But that didn't matter. I just do what I am told. I moved all around cleaning and dusting, feeling their eyes on my body as I worked.
Every time I would get close enough to hear what they were saying they would stop talking. That was making me nervous, that and the bulges I couldn't help noticing in their pants.
I kept glancing nervously at the clock as it got later. My husband would be calling soon and I had to be home when he called. I was just about to remind Ted, but he hadn't forgotten. He ordered me to put my clothes on. I put on the clothes I had worn when I left home that morning as they watch in amusement.
I grabbed my purse and was about to say goodbye to Ted when they got up and said that they would follow me home. I was so disappointed I almost cried. I thought it was over for today. They knew my mouth and my pussy were so sore. What did they want from me now?
I didn't say anything though. I just turned and walked out to my car. As I drove home my mind kept going back to the strange place I had spent the afternoon. And all of the anonymous cocks that had entered my body and deposited load after load of hot white cum.
Before I knew it I was in my driveway and walking towards my door. As I slipped the key into the lock I heard Ted's car pull into the driveway. I waited by the door and let them in. Then, as instructed, I undressed and got them each a drink.
I was getting nervous. It was almost time for my husband to call. What did these men plan? Were they going to do something to get me in trouble? With my husband? With the neighbors?
For the next 15 minutes or so I continued to do whatever they asked me to do to amuse them. Then the phone rang. Although I was expecting it, I was still startled by the loud ring.
I ran for the phone and picked it up on the second ring. It was my husband and, although I was self-conscious about talking in front of Ted and Mark, I was excited to talk to my husband and I eagerly told him how much I loved and missed him.
I tried to act like I was alone. I had my back to the men as I stood by the phone and talked with my husband. I was startled again as I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders.
I started to panic, what were they going to do? Would they grab the phone and say something to my husband? I looked behind me and saw Mark holding me by my shoulders. I gave him a dirty look and shook my head "no" violently, trying to get him to leave me alone.
But he just grinned evilly and guided me forwards a few inches until I was kneeling on the couch. He pushed me so that I was leaning forward. I put my hand out to support myself on the back of the couch.
I tried to carry on a normal conversation with my husband as he reached between my legs and began rubbing my very sore pussy. I tried to move his hand away, but he ignored my small efforts, and there was nothing I could do without alarming my husband. So I finally gave up and let him touch me.
It was very strange talking to my husband while Mark moved his fingers in and out of my pussy. And what bothered me almost as much was that, even though I hated what he was doing, and even though I was so sore it hurt to walk, I was getting wet. I was getting turned on. Shit! Whatever was I turning into?!
When his fingers were wet enough, he withdrew his hand, but instantly started pushing his wet fingers into my ass. I was trying desperately to ignore him, to sound normal to my husband. But it was getting very difficult. It suddenly got worse. Mark took his hand away, and before I could even breathe a sigh of relief, I felt his cock pushing into my ass.
I tried not to grunt or groan, but the pain was terrible. I was no longer a virgin there, but I was still very tight, and every time he drove his cock into me I felt the pressure on my sore pussy as well.
I continued my conversation, talking about weather and just a lot of silly stuff, while Mark raped my ass. And even worse, I turned back and saw that Ted was filming everything.
It was getting impossible to talk normally as Mark's cock stroked in and out of my ass. My breathing was becoming louder and I would occasionally grunt softly when Mark stroked into me more violently than usual. Finally my husband asked what was wrong. I told him that I had started exercising, and that I was doing leg lifts while we talked.
He thought that was a great idea!
I felt Mark speed up and then tense up as he shot his cum deep into my ass. He pulled out and as soon as I finished a sentence he pushed his cock into my mouth for cleaning. I quickly sucked him clean so that I could continue my conversation, but I must admit it was becoming very difficult to follow the thread of the conversation.
As soon as he was clean, Mark stood up and took the camera from Ted and began filming while Ted took his turn in my ass. It seemed like they were especially excited by the idea of fucking my ass while I talked with my husband. Ted managed to cum just as I was telling my husband how much I loved him as we prepared to end the call. Ted's orgasm seemed particularly intense, as though the timing was important to him. I tried not to show it, and I hated to admit it to myself, but the idea of these horrible men fucking my ass while I talked to my husband was turning me on too. I couldn't wait until they left so I could soak in a hot tub and gently bring myself to another orgasm, gently.
Ted pulled out of me and I turned around and cleaned him without being asked. They dressed and left without another word to me.
Chapter 10
I was surprised as the rest of the week passed without a call from Ted. I hated to admit it, but I was also a little disappointed. Not at first, at first I was relieved. But as the week went on and I got a little hornier every day, I began to grudgingly hope for a phone call.
Finally, on Friday morning, the phone did ring. But it wasn't Ted. It was my husband's office. The woman I spoke to was the secretary for the company president. She asked if I were free later in the morning, the president, Mr. Cochran, had something very important to discuss with me. I had met Mr. Cochran once at a company function. He was a very imposing man. I had stuttered and hemmed and hawed and made a total fool of myself trying to talk to him. I was sure he thought me to be some kind of congenital idiot. I was terrified, but of course I could not refuse. She told me that a car would come for me and I hurriedly showered and dressed for the meeting.
The driver escorted me to Mr. Cochran's office. The receptionist greeted me and offered me a drink. I was so nervous I would have loved one, but I thought it would be inappropriate, so I politely declined. I was immediately led through the secretary's office and into Mr. Cochran's huge office. It was beautifully decorated, very masculine, and obviously very expensive.
Mr. Cochran stood as I entered and greeted me warmly. Rather than open my mouth and make a fool of myself again, I smiled as warmly as possible and waited to see what this was all about.
Mr. Cochran thanked his receptionist and she left. He then turned to me and told me that he had something in common with me. I still didn't know what this was about so I continued to say nothing.
He told me that he was a collector. He collected rare footage. I didn't know what that meant, but he reached for a button on his desk and pushed it. A television in the wall immediately came on and I almost fainted as I saw myself being raped by a gang of black men.
He went on for a moment before I realized he was still talking. I was in a state of shock. I suddenly heard him going on about how he was a collector of rape movies. Preferably real movies of actual rape. He even mentioned a special source. Nathan! My husband's boss was one of Nathan's customers!
Mr. Cochran told me that Nathan had called him and told him about a new movie he had just made. Nathan had told him the circumstances, and a little about the new "starlet".
"You can imagine my shock," Mr. Cochran continued, "when I turned on the movie and saw your lovely face Linda."
There was nothing I could say. I covered my face with my hands and sobbed loudly. It was obviously over, my marriage, my life, everything was out now. My husband would be fired. I would be divorced. My perfect little life was over.
"Its not as bad as all that dear." Mr. Cochran said. "In fact, you may find some good has come of it."
I tried to get myself under control. I took the tissue he offered me and dried my eyes and looked across the desk to see what he meant.
"Nathan told me about Ted. He told me the entire story. I found it very arousing."
Mr. Cochran looked at me to see how I reacted to that. To be honest, I didn't know what to think. But I still didn't see what good was coming of this.
"How would you like to have Ted out of your life?" Mr. Cochran asked.
"Oh God yes!" I exclaimed.
"It is done. I had some men talk to him earlier this week. Some very persuasive men. They brought me a very large collection of photos and tapes as well. I thoroughly enjoyed them. Ted won't be calling you again. But, you are not completely off the hook."
I just sat, waiting for him to continue. I knew that he had me, he owned me now, just like Ted had owned me. But I still didn't know how bad that was going to be. He was certainly better looking than Ted. And I doubt that he hangs around in the same types of bars and porno shops as Ted does. Maybe this is going to be better.
"Nathan told me that you did not suffer unduly in the making of your little rape epic. He said, in fact, that being raped by those men aroused you."
I looked down at my hands as my shame burned in my face. I couldn't deny it. I had enjoyed it. I still felt the temptation to call Nathan. I probably would have, had my every waking moment not been dominated by Ted.
When I didn't deny it, Mr. Cochran went on. "As I said, I am a collector. I will want you to star in other movies from time to time. Not often, not when your husband is in town, and nothing that will cause you to be harmed. And I will be the only customer for those films. In addition, you will allow me to have access to your body whenever I desire, until I tire of you. You won't be subjected to huge gangs of strange men on a daily basis. I won't take you out in public, although I cannot say what Nathan might plan for you. If you consent to my proposal, please stand and remove your clothing."
It required no thought at all. In a perverted way something good had come of this. I was out of Ted's clutches. I would not be making movies for the consumption of God knows whom. And I was about to get fucked by a rich, powerful, attractive man. And I was ready!
I couldn't wait until tomorrow when my husband would be coming home. And I couldn't wait for his next trip, because I knew I would be seeing Nathan again, and getting raped again.
