Things changed for Lyndia and me after that night at the bowling alley. She was still the beautiful, elegant woman that I had married and I still love her. I think I love her more now, if that’s possible.
I started to assert my control over Lyndia immediately. That very morning I told her that she couldn’t put out for anybody, at least not any more, without my permission.
I sat on the couch in our living room while Lyndia knelt on the floor in front of me with her head down.
“I want to get this clear,” I said to her. “Look at me when I’m giving you instructions.”
With that Lyndia raised her beautiful head and looked into my eyes. It almost broke my heart; her exquisite blue eyes like a deer caught in the headlights, large and alarmed looking, but also shinning and hopeful.
She was completely naked as she knelt there. I hadn’t let her put on any clothing and her tits, red and swollen from the treatment they had received the night before, had never looked more beautiful or appealing.
Her breath caught as I reached down and gripped her left nipple between my forefinger and thumb.
“You’ll do exactly as I tell you from now on,” I said directly into her face.
She flinched from the force of my fingers pinching her aching nipple and said, “Yes Bob. I’m yours to do with as you want.”
She was excited. I could see that. Not only were her eyes sparkling, but her breath was coming in big gulps. If this is what she wanted, to be sexually dominated, than that is what she was going to get.
“Here are the rules,” I said. I had thought about these as I sat in the chair waiting for her to come home from the bowling alley last night. “Rule one, no more underwear, ever. Do you understand me, you are not to wear a bra or panties unless I give you specific permission to do so.”
“Yes, Bob.”
“Rule two. At times I will want you to call me ‘master.’ I will tell you when those times are so that you are not confused. Now, I want you to practice saying ‘master.’ Say it for me.”
“Yes, master. Master, master, master.” Her breath was rasping now and her eyes had half closed as she savored the word ‘master’ on her tongue and I continued to pinch her nipple.
“What are you feeling now?” I asked her.
“Oh god, master. I’m feeling so hot. My pussy is on fire. I’m actually dripping on my leg!!” She looked up at me as she said the last. Her look was one of amazement. Amazement that she could be so turned on.
“Do you like it when I pinch you nipple?”
“Oh master. Please pinch my nipple as hard as you like. Please do anything to my tits that you want. I’m yours.”
“Jeez, this is great!” I thought. “She’d never responded to sex before and here she is, dripping cunt juice on her own leg!”
“Rule three. You will do anything I tell you too with anybody that I tell you to do it with. You have no say in the matter. Is that clear? Repeat that after me,” I said.
“Oh yes, master. I will do anything you tell me to do with anybody you tell me to do it with; I have no say.” She was panting now. Her mouth hung open and a faint line of drool ran down from the corner of her beautiful lips.
“Rule four. You’ll only cum when I give you permission. Is that clear.”
“Ooooh master, I waaaant tooo cuuuuum now. I’m sooooo ready.” Her entire chest was red from the sex flush that was controlling her. Her beasts heaved with her labored breathing.
“Lay on your back.” I commanded her.
As quickly as the words left my mouth my wonderful Lyndia was on her back with her legs spread and her cunt pointed toward me. I could not believe what I saw between her legs. Her pussy, with its light coating of blonde/red hair, lay spread and gasping before me. Her labia were swollen and angry looking. Her cunt was bright red with long strings of pussy juice running down to her ass.
She was breathing heavily now. Her stomach raising and falling with the force of her breathing.
“OK,” I said. “I want you to cum. I want you to grab hold of your bad girl cunt and jerk yourself off. Now.”
With that Lyndia moaned loudly and grabbed her cunt with both hands. As her right hand pulled insistently at her clit the fingers of her left hand stabbed repeatedly into her gapping hole.
“Oh god!!” she screamed. “I’m cumming for you!! I’m cumming for you, Bob. Oh, please make me your slut!!!!! I want that more than anything!!!”
I have to tell you. If I hadn’t shot off in pants twice, and once in her mouth, earlier that night I’d have cum again at the sight of my adored wife jerking herself to orgasm on the floor in front of me.
(LYNDIA STORY)
When Bob made me knell on the floor, naked, in front of him I was so excited that I had a hard time catching my breath. I knew this was what I wanted. I wanted my man to sexually dominate me. I wanted to surrender all control of my body to him.
As I knelt there looking down at myself I was amazed by how red and swollen my boobs looked. They had been treated very roughly the night before by Tony, Allan, and Mitch. Well Bob hadn’t been any too gentle either. My pussy was dripping wet, I could feel the heat throbbing up through my body.
Bob made me look up at him as he gave me the rules. As he told me each one I became hotter and hotter. I meekly answered, ‘Yes, Bob, or yes, master,’ to each one.
This was what I wanted. I wanted him to use me. When he pinched up nipple between his finger and thumb, it was exactly what I needed. My breasts were so sensitive from the night before and his pinch sent shock waves directly to my cunt. I could feel it spasm as he pinched and my breath caught in my throat. I wanted to cum so badly!!
I begged him to let me cum and finally he did. Lying on my back I roughly grabbed my cunt and exploded in orgasm. I was his slut to do with as he pleased.
(BOB’S STORY)
I married Lyndia right before I was transferred east. If you haven’t read the first two parts of this story, my wife is a beautiful statuesque blonde with big innocent blue eyes and incredible long legs. With her long blonde hair pulled up behind her head and her conservative clothing she looks, well, glamorous.
We are both young, in our mid-20’s, and I am completely taken by her beauty, she is so exquisite!. She’s about 5’7”, as I mentioned blonde (natural), with long awesome legs, slim hips, a perfectly flat belly, and nice, soft “c” cup breasts. A fucking wet dream.
It was a week later, on a Friday afternoon, that things really got rolling. I’d been thinking about how turned on I got watching Lyndia with the four guys at the bowling alley.
I called her in the middle of the afternoon and when she answered I said, “Lyndia, put the telephone down and take off all everything you’re wearing. When you’re naked, pick up the telephone again.”
“Yes, Bob,” she said as I heard the telephone receiver being placed on the table.
I heard the rustle of clothing and than her voice, “I’m naked, Bob.”
“Go to the bedroom,” I said, “and put on your thigh-high hose and your highest high-heeled shoes.”
“Yes, Bob,” she said again.
A few minutes later she was back on the line. “Describe yourself to me,” I demanded.
“I’m completely naked, like you asked,” she said. “Except I have on my thigh highs and my high-heels.”
“Naked.” Was all she needed to say.
“Excellent. Now put the telephone down again and go get your trench coat,” was my next direction.
Lyndia’s trench coat is the kind that has a slit in the bottom of the pockets allowing the wearers’ hand to go all the way through the coat. It’s designed so that people can retrieve things from their pants pocket without pulling up the trench coat in the rain. It also has a small vertical pocket sewn into the inside lining for items that you don’t want to get wet. It also has a number of buttons running down the front.
Breathless now I heard Lyndia say, “I have the coat, Bob.”
“Put the coat on and button all the buttons,” I directed her.
I could hear Lyndia’s breathing as she did as I told her.
When she picked up the telephone again I said, “Now, dressed just as you are, take your purse and your cell phone and walk down to the bus stop. Take the bus into the city. If anyone talks to you, I want you to be nice to them. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Bob.”
“When you get downtown I want you to get off the bus at the “blank” Hotel. Go into the bar. I want you to sit at the bar and not at a table. Call me on my cell phone when you arrive. Do you understand?” I asked.
“Yes, Bob.”
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
When the phone rang that Friday, I had just finished by shower. The marks from the bowling alley had faded from my tits and they looked, and felt, normal again. I had washed myself carefully, spending a lot of time cleaning my pussy. Well, not cleaning it exactly. OK, I was playing with myself. Running the shower spray over my cunt with one hand while I held my pussy lips open with the other. It felt so nice, but I didn’t cum. I couldn’t cum unless Bob told me to. That’s the rule!
My breath caught in my throat when I heard the tone in Bob’s voice. It was his “master” voice and I could instantly tell the difference.
I strip naked as fast as I could and ran to get my thigh highs and high heeled shoes. When I slipped the trench coat on over my naked body, I felt so sexy, so bad, and so vulnerable. My cunt, already turned on from my shower, was now starting to drip again.
I walked down to the bus stop. The weather was just about perfect. The snow had melted and, although there was a little nip in the air, I wasn’t at all cold. I felt exposed. It felt like anybody looking at me could tell that I was naked under my trench coat. I shivered at the thought.
I sat near the back of the almost empty bus. At the last stop before the freeway a man got on, about 50 years old and not bad looking. He walked down the aisle, passing up all the empty seats, and sat next to me. He looked at me and smiling said, “Hi.”
“Hi,” I said smiling back. I adjusted myself so I was facing him a little more. As I moved, I realized that I was giving him a glimpse between my legs.
We chatted all the way into the city. I leaned forward from time to time so he could glance down the front of my coat. I also made sure I was careless as I adjusted my legs so that he could see bare thigh.
I found all of this so exciting. Bob had told me what to wear and to get on the bus this way. I had no choice. By the time I walked in and sat at the bar in the hotel, my poor cunt was throbbing.
(BOB’S STORY)
After we hung up I set out to make my other arrangements for the evening. I hurried to the hotel and rented a room telling the desk clerk that my wife may pick up her electronic key later.
The restrooms for the bar were down a dark corridor that connected with the back door to the parking garage. Even though the door was always unlocked, I’d never seen anyone use it. I sat in a booth along the dark back wall of the bar near the corridor to the restrooms.
Friday afternoon and people were already coming in to start the weekend. A number of men in Friday casual with only a few women.
Some time later I watched as Lyndia walked in. She couldn’t see me in the dark at the back of the room after coming in from the brightly lit street, but I could see her. She looked spectacular in her trench coat. I was the only one, of course, who knew that she was completely naked underneath. Her eyes were wide and I could clearly see the beautiful blue color even across the room. The little bit of her chest that I could see above her coat was flushed red and her lips looked wet.
She sat at the bar took out her cell phone and a moment later my phone vibrated to tell me I had a call.
“Hello,” I said in my cell phone.
“It’s me,” she sounded out of breath.
“Are you sitting at the bar?”
“Yes.”
“Order a vodka Collins, one of your ‘lemonades,’” I told her. “Did anyone talk to you on the bus?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me about it.”
I heard her order her drink before she answered, “A man sat next to me even though there were lots of seats.”
“What did he look like, what did he say, and what did he do?” I asked her.
“He kinda flirted with me,” was her answer. “He kept trying to look up my coat.”
“Did you let him?” I asked.
“Yes, a little. Oh Bob, I’m so excited,” she breathed.
“OK, here’s what I want you to do. I want you to talk to any man who approaches you. I want you to flirt with them and anytime a man buys you a drink you will undo one of the buttons on your coat. Is that clear?” I asked.
“Oh Bob, yes it is clear.”
“When you get down to six buttons you are to reach inside your pocket and start slowly rubbing your clit. When you are down to three buttons you will call me back. You will let the men do anything they want but you will not leave your seat at the bar for any of them. Is that also clear?” I was getting excited also.
“Oh yes. I’ll do anything for you, Bob.”
“Tell me what you are,” I demanded of her knowing that the bartender was close and could probably hear her.
“I’m your slut,” was the answer.
I watched the bartenders head snap up to look at her as we both hung up.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
I almost came as I told Bob I was his slut knowing that the bartender could hear me. He looked up at me quickly and I could see the interest in his eyes.
I wanted to stick my hand inside my pocket and grab my cunt. I was so hot that I knew I was leaving a wet stain on the back of my coat.
(BOB’S STORY)
For the next few hours I watched Lyndia at the bar. Several men talked to her and bought her drinks. When her coat was down to six buttons I saw Lyndia’s hand reach into her pocket. It did not come out again. As I mentioned her coat has a lot of buttons and by the time Lyndia was down to only three she was getting drunk and showing a lot of skin. Lyndia likes me to be in control and if she’s been drinking its even better for her.
One man was hanging around. A tall dark-haired man had been talking to her for some time, buying her drink after drink. He seemed to have caught on to the button game. As they talked he started touching her standing by her stool at the bar. First her arm, than her hand, and finally her thigh. I watched with my breath catching in my throat as he ran his hand up her thigh, almost to her pussy. Lyndia uncrossed her legs to give him access if he wanted but I guess he was still a little unsure.
My special surprise of the evening arrived through the backdoor to the parking garage and joined me at my booth in the back of the bar. It was Allan from the bowling alley. As you may recall Allan is an immense African-American with the meanest looking face you’ll ever see. I really like Allan, mostly because he is, in reality, one of the nicest guys I’d ever met, and one of the funniest. But you’d never know it by looking at him.
He’s already fucked Lyndia, of course. At the bowling alley, and he wanted another turn.
Soon my cell phone rang. “It’s me,” Lyndia said, almost panting.
“Lean forward to adjust your shoe,” I told her. “I want your friend to see your boobs.”
Both Allan and I watched as Lyndia bent forward. The man she was talking to leaned toward her with his head down, obviously gazing down her coat.
“Now hang up the phone and tell him that you have to go to the restroom. Ask him to save your stool.”
We watched as Lyndia hung up the cell phone and spoke a few words to her friend. She hopped off the stool. Well, hopped isn’t really the right word, with the drinks she’d had she more or less stumbled off the stool. He was quite helpful as he took her arm, and her boob, to make sure she didn’t fall.
By the time Lyndia came out of the restroom, I was waiting for her. I took her arm and pulled her through the door into the parking garage and up against the wall where I kissed her as hard as I could.
Her face was flushed and her lips were wet as we kissed. She was having a hard time catching her breath.
“Are you turned on,” I asked.
“Oh Bob, fuck me!” she demanded.
I thrust my hand under her trench coat and into her pussy. She was dripping wet, wet halfway down her thighs. Her pussy was completely flowered open and felt swollen to my touch.
She gasped and I said, “Don’t cum. Not yet. Here’s what I want you to do: go back into the bar and tell the guy that you ran into a couple of friends in the back. Tell him you’re going to go and sit with them and invite him to join you. When you get back to our booth do not let him know that I’m your husband.”
“Oh Bob, please fuck me now. I’m so horny. You know I’ll do anything for you, but please fuck me,” She was having a hard time concentrating on anything as horny as she was.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
It wasn’t long after I hung from talking to Bob that a man joined me at the bar. His name was Marc and right away he offered to buy me a drink. Of course, I said yes. Those were my instructions.
When the drink came, I nonchalantly unbutton the lowest button of my coat.
Marc worked in one of the nearby offices and was starting his weekend early. He was about 35, dark hair, kinda cute in a scrubbed down, sharp business way. He made good conversation though and we talked for a long time.
We laughed a lot and talked about all sorts of things. Each time Marc bought me a drink I unbutton one more button until I reach six. That was when I slipped my hand into the pocket of my coat and felt my cunt.
I was hot and wet and very excited. Here I was sitting at a bar almost completely naked talking to a man I’d just met. I was also getting a great buzz from my “lemonades” and by the time I was down to 3 buttons, I thought that Marc could see a lot.
I called Bob and when he told me to bend down and adjust my shoe, I knew what would happen. I watched Marc out of the corner of my eye and I saw him gazing down the top of my trench coat. I moved slightly to my side so that he could get a full view of my left tit. I felt the nipple harden under his gaze.
When I sat down on the toilet in the ladies’ room and looked down at my cunt I couldn’t believe what I saw. I was so hot, so wet, that long strings of juice were running out of my cunt. The back of my trench coat had a large dark wet spot and I bet the stool at the bar was soaked through.
By the time Bob was thrusting his hand between the folds of my coat and into the folds of my cunt I had to fight not to cum. I begged him to fuck me, to take me right there in the parking garage. I felt like such a slut, a whore. Oh how I wanted him!!
(BOB’S STORY)
I watched as she and her new friend walked toward us through the crowded bar. I saw her eyes open even wider when she saw Allan. With a squeal she hurried into the booth siting next to Allan, and on the other side from me. They hugged and smiled at each. Obviously, Lyndia was happy to see him.
Marc got into the booth next to me and I introduced myself to him as just Bob, Lyndia’s friend. I also introduced him to Allan and they shook hands across the tabletop.
Lyndia was hanging onto Allan’s arm and smiling brightly at first Marc and than me.
“Lyndia,” I said, “have you been up to your old tricks again?”
“What kinda tricks?” she asked.
“Did you show Marc your boobies?”
Lyndia’s face became red as she looked at Marc with glossy eyes and said, “Yes, I think so.”
“Well, don’t you think you should make sure?” I asked.
“Yes, Bob” Lyndia said. She sat forward in the booth and put her hands on either side of the top of her trench coat. Since she didn’t have many buttons left so there wasn’t much holding the two sides together. She slowly pulled her trench coat open as all three of us stared. She kept opening her coat until both of her fantastic tits were exposed to our gaze.
She looked from one to the other of us and said, “do you guys like my boobies?” As she slowly closed her coat again.
I heard Marc swallow loudly next to me. His voice seemed to catch in his throat as he said, “God Lyndia, they’re beautiful!”
Lyndia beamed with pleasure. Her beam turned to a moan as Allan slipped his hand inside her coat to squeeze her fantastic tits.
“Lyndia’s been a naughty girl,” I said to Allan.
“How so?” he asked.
“Lyndia, let Allan smell your hand, the one that’s been in your pocket.”
Lyndia slowly moved her hand under Allan’s nose. Marc and I watched as he took a deep breath of her fingers, smiled and said, “I see you’ve been playing with your cunt again.”
Lyndia smiled bashfully and just closed her eyes as Allan again played with her tits.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
I was so happy to see Allan. I hadn’t seen him since the night in the bowling alley when he and the other three had all fucked me so well. It was that night that I really discovered my submissive side and Allan was a big part of that.
Besides, I really like Allan and I know that Bob does too. That made him a friend as well as one of the best fucks of my life.
I was high with desire already and when Bob told me to show everybody my tits my cunt spasmed and I almost came. I watched all their faces as I pulled my coat open. Marc’s eyes especially got big staring at my chest.
I was exposed in the bar. Anybody looking toward our booth would have seen my tits. When Bob had me hold my hand out for Allan to smell I almost died of embarrassment. Well at first. Than I got even more turned on by the utter depravity of it all. It was just so dirty to have a man, a huge Black man, smell my cunt on my hand.
Allan reached between the folds of my coat and squeezed by tit with his massive hand. I signed in pleasure as he roughly pinched by nipple and squeezed almost as hard as he could.
(BOB’S STORY)
I couldn’t believe what I heard when Allan said to Marc, “Hey man, why don’t you squeeze over on this side of the booth and give me a hand with these tits?”
Allan smiled broadly at me as Marc moved from my side of the booth to their side.
I watched as Marc started to put his hand in the folds of Lyndia’s coat. “You know,” he said. “I think I’ve got a better idea.” With that, he dropped his hand below the level of the table.
I heard Lyndia’s sharp intake of breath and I watched her scoot slightly forward to allow Marc better access to her cunt.
Marc looked at Lyndia and said, “Whoa, somebody is really wet!”
Lyndia just laid her head on his shoulder, panting as both Marc and Allan explored her body.
“Lyndia,” I said. Her eyes snapped open, looked at me, wide, and glazed. “Do you want to cum?”
“Oh yes, Bob. Please let me cum, I’m so ready!!”
“You know guys,” I said. “I’ve got a room here. That might be a better place to continue this.”
They all followed me out of the bar. Lyndia slightly staggering from a combination of being incredibly turned-on, a little bit drunk, and the coordination required to keep her trench coat closed.
Once in the elevator Marc attacked her from the front. Allan was busy as well, he stood behind her and slid her trench coat completely off and threw it to me to hold.
Lyndia stood before us in only her thigh high stockings and high heeled shoes. Marc was busy kissing her while his hand was rubbing her furiously between her legs. Lyndia had her legs spread to give him access and she was leaning back into Allan massive chest.
The elevator’s bell rang for our floor and when the door opened we were greeted by another couple. Young really, maybe 20 or 21. The girl was wearing a sweatshirt and jeans and had short purple tinted hair. She was short, probably just over five feet tall, and looked thin through the sweatshirt. The boy was also somewhat small, similarly dressed, with a pouty expression on his face. Well, surprised expression really, but probably pouty most of the time.
“OH WOW!” said the girl. “Man look at that. Who is she? Is she a hooker?”
“No,” I said. “She’s my wife.”
I could feel Marc looking at me in surprise but I kept my eyes on the girl.
“We’re going to take her to my room and these guys are going to fuck her. Want to watch?” I asked. I heard Lyndia moan behind me.
“Oh man! Would I!” she exclaimed. She grabbed the boy by the arm and pulled him down the hall after us saying, “Come on Josh, this is going to be so great!”
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
It was difficult getting out of the booth and walking out of the bar. First of all I was so gone in my sexual haze that it took a minute for it to register on me; we were leaving.
As Bob said, I had also had a bit to drink and my trench coat kept falling open. I just didn’t quite have it together enough to manage walking at the same time I adjusted by coat. I know that at least a couple of guys got a free look at my body. Knowing that only turned me on more. I was amazed at just how turned on I could get. There didn’t seem to be any limit!
In the elevator, Allan quickly had my trench coat completely off me, not that it was hiding much of anything anymore. Marc starting kissing me and roughly shoved his hand between my legs. I know I moaned again when he pushed three fingers into me. At least I think it was three fingers, I wasn’t counting, I only knew that I wanted something in that hole and I wanted it right now!
I don’t know when the elevator door opened I only know that I was standing in the hall with Marc still fingering my cunt. I saw the couple, a boy and girl probably college age and kinda punk looking. I didn’t pay much attention until Bob said that the guys were going to fuck me. I moaned again at that. I wanted everybody to fuck me.
(BOB’S STORY)
In the room, Allan and Marc quickly stripped off their clothing. Allan pushed Lyndia flat on the bed, on her back, and thrust his face between her thighs.
Lyndia moaned loudly as his mouth made contact with her cunt.
Not to be left out, Marc crawled up by Lyndia’s head and, taking her face in his hands, quickly feed her his hard cock. My wife was moaning constantly as she sucked his cock into her mouth and wallowed in the sensations Allan was giving her turned on pussy.
“Oh man,” said the girl. “I’ve got to get a closer look at this.” With that, she also got on the bed. Sitting on her knees next to Lyndia, first watching Allan than turning her head to watch Marc.
The girl turned to look at me and said, “Can I play with her tits?”
“Of course,” I said. “But only if you take off your sweatshirt first. It’s only fair after all And only if you treat her tits a little rough, she likes that.”
She looked at me a little strangely, than shrugged and pulled her sweatshirt up over her head. She wore nothing underneath and she was very small breasted, maybe an “A” cup. But she did have great, puffy nipples. You know the kind that look like they’re swollen but they’re not. They’re just that way.
Both Marc and Allan stopped what they were doing for a second to look at her before going back to business.
“What’s your girlfriend’s name?” I asked Josh beside me.
“Spice,”: he said. “Well, that’s not her real name but that’s what she likes to be called.”
Spice leaned over and sucked half of Lyndia’s breast into her mouth in one great suck. Lyndia’s breast seemed to almost come off her chest and Lyndia, with a loud moan, arched her back high in the air to help the girl.
Spice continued to suck and release Lyndia’s tit from her mouth massaging it hard each time it reappeared. Lyndia’s tit quickly turned bright red from Spice’s actions. The nipple was very hard and erect.
Allan said, “Hey Spice. Have you ever seen one of these?” as he straightened up and his erect black cock flopped onto Lyndia’s blonde/red pussy hair.
“No!” she exclaimed momentarily forgetting the boob in her hand. “Wow! I’ve never seen a black cock before. Are you going to fuck her now?”
As an answer, Allan started to ease his black pole into Lyndia’s bright red swollen cunt. A loud sustained groan escaped her throat and she totally forgot about the cock in her mouth, now just holding it with her hand. Her entire attention was focused between her legs.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
I couldn’t believe what that girl was doing to my tit. She was sucking it so hard and massaging it like bread dough when she wasn’t sucking. My tit felt so incredibly good! The feelings were colliding with the incredible feelings coming from Allan licking and sucking my cunt.
I loved the taste of Marc’s cock in my mouth. Hard and throbbing. I wished Bob would tell me I could cum. I’d cum right away. My entire body was vibrating with my need.
(BOB’S STORY)
As Allan slammed his cock into Lyndia’s pussy I moved to the other side of the bed and leaned down by her head.
“Do you want to cum, Lyndia?” I asked.
“OH GOD YES!! OH PLEASE BOB, LET ME CUM!! I WANT TO CUM SO BAAAAAAAAD!!”
I looked up at Spice whose face was now flushed. I could see her chest raising and falling as she watched Lyndia getting fucked.
“Spice,” I said. “I think Marc needs some attention.”
Spice looked down at Marc’s hard cock as if in surprise. She quickly bent down and took it into her mouth. Soon I could hear her slurping sounds.
“Lyndia,” I said. “You can cum now. You can cum any time you want.”
With that, Lyndia exploded in orgasm. Screaming and swearing. Pulling at Allan’s ass as hard as she could to get all of his cock inside her. Her orgasm seemed to go on for a very long time and finally, as Allan emptied himself inside her, she passed out on the bed.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
When Bob told me I could cum the dam broke. No, it burst into a million pieces flying everywhere in my mind. My body turned inside out and emptied itself on the bed. I don’t know how to say it.
I know I wanted every little bit of Allan’s cock inside me. I felt him gush inside me, pulsating with his cum. That feeling took me even higher and it was a couple of minutes later that I came to.
I had my pants off by now and I collapsed onto the hotel chair. My cock was hard and sticking straight up, throbbing with my own need.
Spice held Marc’s cock away from her face, continuing to stroke him as he shot his cum onto the bedspread. Lyndia’s orgasm had obviously gotten the better of him also.
I heard Josh say, “Awesome!”
Spice climbed off the bed watching as Allan slipped his cock out of Lyndia’s well used cunt with a wet sucking noise.
Spice looked over at me and down to my hard cock.
“You control her,” she said. It wasn’t a question.
“Yes,” I answered.
Spice slipped out of her jeans as she continued to gaze at the scene on the bed. Her body was nice. Slender with light brown hair on her cunt. Not like the purple on her head. Her hips were narrow and for the first time I caught the glint of the gold stud in her tongue. No wonder Marc had cum like that.
She walked around the bed and pushing my cock up against my stomach, sat on my lap.
She put her arm around my neck and asked, “Does she do anything you say?”
“Yes,” I answered again.
“Lyndia,” I said. Lyndia turned her head and looked at me. Her eyes were only half-open and droll ran from the corner of her mouth to the pillow under her head. “Come here.”
Lyndia slowly slide from the bed. Her legs wouldn’t support her and she started to crawl the few feet to the chair.
“Lyndia,” I said. “I want you to lick Spice’s cunt for her. She’s all turned on from watching you get fucked and she needs to cum.”
“Oh wow!” Spice said again. She quickly repositioned herself on my lap with her ass planted solidly on my middle and my cock pushing up her crack. She spread her legs on either side of mine.
Lyndia didn’t miss a beat. She crawled right between Spice’s legs and started to eat the girl’s cunt with enthusiasm. I thought she’d be a little freaked out at my request, or maybe too tired, but she wasn’t either one.
“Oh man!! That feels sooooo gooooooood!!” Spice explained as her head came back to rest on my shoulder.
“Wait a minute, wait a minute, “she said. “I’ve got an idea.”
With that she lifted her tight young ass and sat back down sliding my cock up her slick, tight young pussy. The sensations were incredible as I felt my erection ease its way into her.
“Now eat me Lyndia,” Spice said
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
I didn’t think anything. I saw Spice sitting on Bob’s lap and she’s so little and smooth that it just looked right. My mind wasn’t focusing well and my orgasm was still subsiding when Bob told me to come to him.
Of course I did. I’m his slut. I’ll do anything he tells me to do.
I couldn’t stand. My legs were so weak I just fell to the carpet.
As I crawled toward them I heard Bob tell me to eat Spice’s cunt. I just kept crawling until I was between her legs and, without a thought, stuck my tongue right up her pussy. It was that incredible smell and taste that I remembered from licking my own fingers after I masturbated in high school. I love that smell and taste and I couldn’t get enough of Spice’s flowing pussy.
She tasted so sweet. So young and good and very wet. I guess seeing me get fucked had turned her on a lot. I lapped up her juice as fast as I could and sucked her cunt for more.
When she eased down on Bob’s cock, I felt a momentary pang of jealousy. But it was quickly replaced with lust as I licked both her brimming pussy and Bob’s hard cock.
(BOB’S STORY)
For the last time that day I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Lyndia was eating Spice’s pussy and licking my balls while Spice fucked me.
I watched in amazement as Josh lowered his pants. He wore no underwear and his cock was large. Not as large as Mitch’s but larger than any of the other men in the room. It was sticking up hard and it bounced against his belly as he walked over behind my beautiful wife.
I lost sight of him as he knelt behind her, but I knew what he had done when Lyndia’s head came up, off of Spice’s cunt, and a loud groan filled the room.
“OH GOD!! YOUR COCK IS SO BIG.!” Lyndia grunted each time Josh slammed into her. ‘FUCK ME, FUCK ME FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME.” Over and over again.
It ended for all four of us at about the same time. Lyndia let out as sustained “OHHHHHH” as I emptied by balls into Spice’s spasming cunt.
(LYNDIA’S STORY)
I was totally surprised by Josh as he started to fuck me from behind. I had been so lost in what I was doing that I didn’t even know he was there. My cunt was swollen almost shut from the activities of the day and when Josh shoved his large prick into me my orgasm started all over again.
Later that night, hours later when Bob and I were in bed together holding each other, my cunt was still throbbing and coming a little.
Of course, Bob had just made a joke about maybe giving me to Eric, the bartender at the bowling alley, and his biker gang for a weekend. That might have had something to do with the throbbing!