Motivation
                  (M+F, mast, mc, voy, slut)

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A couple is manipulated into a sexual lifestyle that neither of them
would have previously dreamed of for themselves or each other.

This story was suggested by a reader who appeared to be looking for
stories involving a woman being raped by various men with her
boyfriend's consent. I softened that somewhat, but I still wasn't
completely comfortable with the result. The reader who sent me the
ideas was thrilled with what I produced, and perhaps others will also
like it.

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Mark woke suddenly in a cold sweat. God, what a horrible nightmare! He
started to try to piece it together, but realized he had a much more
urgent problem. His cock was hard as a steel bar, and jerking like it
was about to explode. That would never do; Mark slept in the nude and,
if he went off like he was sure he was about to, the bed would be a
total mess.

He looked over at the shape of his girlfriend sleeping next to him.
She was out cold. There was no way he could get her awake and ready
for action before he blew; not the way he was feeling. He needed sex,
and he needed it right now. That left only one option.

Mark rolled out from under the covers and put his feet down. The
cassette player clattered to the floor, yanking the speaker bud from
his ear. He'd handle that later. Right now he needed to be in the
bathroom. He grabbed his cock and pinched it to keep it from
squirting, then staggered to the bathroom door.

He managed to close the door quietly before sprinting to the toilet
and jerking the lid up. Oh shit! Oh fuck! It was coming. Fuck. Fuck.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuuuuck!

The next thing he was aware of was the hard cold feel of porcelain
against his forehead. He gradually realized he was bent over the
toilet with his head pressed against the top of the tank. His knees
felt like they were made of Jello, but at least they were holding him
up. He gradually pushed himself away from the toilet and stood up.

Oh, shit, what a mess. There was cum everywhere; gobs of it dripping
down the underside of the toilet lid; white blobs floating in the
water; more on the floor beside the toilet; some on top of the tank
lid; even dots of cum on the wall behind the toilet.

Mark shook his head in disbelief. He had never ever come like that in
his entire life.

He pulled a big wad of paper off the toilet paper roll and started the
first round of cleaning, knowing he'd have to go back over everything
later with a wet washcloth. But what was it that had wakened him in
the first place? Oh, yeah, the nightmare.

It wasn't totally logical - dreams never are - but this one seemed a
lot clearer than most. He and Jenny had gone to a night club to dance.
Somehow he was sitting at their table drinking, and watching her
dancing with someone else. It was no one they knew, he was pretty sure
of that, but she seemed to be getting awfully friendly with him.

It seemed like they were dancing a lot, and he was drinking a lot.
Finally he had to go piss. When he got back he scanned the room, but
couldn't see them anywhere. About then things got kinda weird, and he
was wandering through a bunch of hallways and rooms at the back of the
night club looking for her. He was getting really panicked, but
finally went outside, he wasn't sure why. Thinking back, it would have
been a logical thing to do, to see if she might have gone out to the
car.

He remembered, in the dream, looking around vaguely at the parking
lot, as if he couldn't remember where his car was, or something. Then
he thought he heard her voice. It was coming from around behind the
club.

He walked around the corner, and sure enough there was someone
standing there in the dark against the building. He couldn't see who
it was, but then he heard, "Ohhhh!"

That was her voice. And he realized something else. Although there was
only one pair of feet on the ground, there were two heads. His eyes
were getting better adjusted to the dark, now, and he could see that
she had her back against the wall, but her legs wrapped around some
guy. And the guy wasn't just standing there, he was starting to pump
his ass back and forth, and that could mean only one thing.

Mark tried to scream and run to tear the guy away from his Jenny, but
his voice wouldn't work, and neither would his legs. He felt like he
was totally immersed in some kind of thick syrup. But the view of
Jenny and the shithead fucking her was getting clearer and clearer. It
was like he was watching them through a zoom lens. He could now see
the white of her naked legs wrapped around his ass and the way her
skirt was wadded up nearly to her waist. He could see her shoes and
panty hose discarded at the guy's feet. And he could hear them both
panting with their exertions.

Then it happened. She screamed, and the dream dissolved. He hadn't
realized that he had stopped cleaning, and was jacking off, but with
that scream he blasted again. This time his legs did give out, and he
sank to the floor. When he came back to reality he saw that he was
going to have to start cleaning all over again.

What kind of a sick perversion was this, anyway? He'd had a nightmare,
not a wet dream. A nightmare of someone fucking his girlfriend, and
being powerless to stop it, no matter how hard he tried. By the time
he finished cleaning and tiptoed back to bed he was feeling totally
ashamed of himself. This was one dream he was never going to share
with Jenny.

When he got to his side of the bed he stubbed his toe on the cassette
player. Reaching down, he felt around until he was able to get hold of
it. He picked it up and slipped it under the pillow where it had been.
The subliminal motivational tape he'd been listening to in his sleep
would be over by now, so he didn't try to find the speaker and put it
back in his ear.

As he drifted off to sleep, Mark thought, "That's a good one. When Bob
gave me that tape I'm sure he had no idea what it would motivate me to
do." Bob was his boss, and there was no way HE was ever going to hear
about the dream, either.

                               ~~~~

The next night it happened again. As soon as he was awake he knew his
cock was loaded and ready to fire. He jerked the bud out of his ear
and lurched to the floor. He barely made it to the toilet before he
started coming. It was a mind-blowing climax, just like the night
before, but this time when it was over he realized he was still hard.
He had a pretty good notion there was more to cum, so to speak, so he
didn't even start to clean up. He just stood there holding his dong as
he tried to think what the dream had been this time.

They were standing in the living room, he and Jenny, and their
neighbor Tom. It seemed like he and Jenny had just come in, and Tom
had come in with them. Tom whispered something to her, and she giggled
and nodded, then left the room. Tom was telling Mark how he owed him a
payback for some trick Mark had played on him. Maybe about cheating on
a game, but that part wasn't clear. Tom said that tonight he was going
to get even.

About then Jenny came in with a chair from the kitchen table. Tom
said, "rope," and she nodded and left again. He kept ranting at Mark
about whatever had been done to him. Shortly Jenny came back, and they
pushed Mark down on the chair and started tying him up.

Once they were satisfied, they turned the chair to face the sofa, and
went over and sat there, side by side. Tom took Jenny's hand and asked
her if she was sure she was OK with this. Jenny just nodded.

Then Tom turned to Mark with a sadistic smirk and said, "I hope you
enjoy the torture." After that neither of them looked at Mark again.

Tom leaned against Jenny and started whispering in her ear. Soon the
whisper turned into kisses on her ear and neck. The kisses moved down
to her shoulder, and then back to her neck. Now he started kissing
around to her throat. Mark noticed that he had to put his hand on her
thigh to balance himself, but Jenny didn't object. His kisses moved up
her throat toward her chin, and she tilted her chin up to assist him.

When his mouth rounded the point of her chin and continued upward,
Mark knew where it was heading, and so did Jenny. She seemed still to
be passive, but Mark wasn't sure. He glanced down at her lap and saw
that Tom was stroking her thigh. Her hands were hanging at her side,
but he could see the far one was clenched in a fist. They probably
both were, but Tom's body blocked the view of the one on his side.
When Mark saw Jenny's fist start clenching and relaxing he knew she
wasn't totally passive, and when he looked up, they were kissing
rather ardently.

Mark in the bathroom was licking his lips now, and pumping his cock.
He knew the dream wasn't over, not by a long shot. He knew he was
probably adding details that weren't there in his sleep, but he didn't
care. He just needed to see it keep on happening.

Jenny moaned and wrapped her arms around Tom's neck as their kiss
became sloppy and noisy. Tom brought his leg over her lap, and moved
his hand up to her chest. She moaned her appreciation, and pulled his
head more tightly to her. Mark was sure their tongues were fully
involved by now. Tom quickly unbuttoned her blouse and slipped his
hand inside to squeeze her bra.

Her pelvis was pumping against his leg, and Mark was beginning to
wonder how far this was going to go. Then suddenly Tom pulled away
from her.

"No...," she moaned, but she needn't have worried.

Tom positioned himself on his knees on the floor, directly in front of
her, and she promptly spread her legs so he could lean forward between
them. He started kissing her bra, and she started sliding forward,
spreading her legs wider and letting her skirt bunch up as her crotch
moved closer and closer to his. Her pussy finally reached its
destination, and she started rubbing it against his cock, through his
pants and her panties.

Meanwhile, he had slipped his hands behind her, and managed to unhook
her bra. When his lips met her nipples the fireworks really began. She
pulled her knees up and out to her armpits, spreading her pussy lips
as much as possible.

She gasped, "Yes, Yes, Yes," over and over again.

No man could have resisted that, and Tom bought his face down to her
panties, kissing all over them.

"MORE!" she moaned, and reached down to her pussy.

With a violent jerk she tore her panties completely apart at the
crotch. Tom wasted no time, taking long tongue slurps the length of
her pussy. Then he homed in on her clit, and sucked.

She came with a roar, and in the bathroom Mark came too.

But Mark in the dream had his hands tied behind him, and could do
nothing but stare wide-eyed at his slutty girlfriend. His cock was so
hard it was nearly ripping his pants apart. Incredibly, the Mark who
was awake was still hard, too. There was more to come.

Jenny moaned, "I want it. I need it. IN me. NOW!"

Tom unzipped as he came up onto his knees again, and her cunt was
right there, wide open, waiting for his cock. One thrust, and it was
all the way inside. Two more thrusts and he blew. The feel of his cum
filling her cunt pushed Jenny over the top again, and she screamed.
That scream set the real Mark off, and both real and dream Mark seemed
to be pumping out gallons of cum.

This night as Mark cleaned up the mess in the bathroom he couldn't
bring himself to feel guilty. All he could feel was the warm afterglow
of incredible sex.

                               ~~~~

As Mark drifted off to sleep the next night he wondered if he was
going to have another one of those dreams, and part of him wanted it
to happen.

It did. He woke up with his cock jerking and made the now familiar
trip with the same immediate and unbelievably intense result. As soon
as he came down from that he started pumping with his hand and
thinking back over the dream.

He and Jenny were walking home from the corner bar, both half soused.
He somehow sensed that they were being followed, but he was afraid to
look back to check. When they got to the door it took him longer than
usual to find the right key. The damn thing didn't want to go into the
slot. He kept turning it and changing the angle, and finally he got it
in.

By the time he got the door unlocked he knew there was someone right
behind them. He tried to push Jenny inside quickly, and then slip in
himself and slam the door, but a man's foot jammed itself into the
crack, and soon the door was being pushed open despite his best
efforts.

There were two of them. One grabbed him and got his arm in a hammer
lock. The other kicked the door shut and grabbed Jenny. He tried to
struggle, but a gravelly voice behind him told him to calm down if he
didn't want to have the shit kicked out of him.

The voice went on, "This slut has been tempting us all night, with her
short skirt and her tits nearly hangin' out. And now we're gonna git
some of what she's been offering. Ain't nothin you or her can do about
it, so you best just relax and let it happen. If you resist yer gonna
git hurt, maybe bad."

Mark hadn't gotten a look at the guy holding him, but the foul smell
of his breath was enough to turn his stomach. The other guy had a
fairly young face hiding behind a straggly beard. He was average
height, but clearly out of shape, with a pronounced beer belly. His
clothes were rumpled, but not ragged. He might be a drunk, but he
wasn't a bum living on the street.

Beard-guy wasted no time, starting to rip Jenny's blouse off. She
tried to scratch his face and bite his arm, but he slapped her,
saying, "Weren't you listening to what Al said? That goes for you,
too. You're going to get fucked no matter what you do, but it's up to
you whether you get cut." With that he pulled out a switchblade and
flicked it open.

Jenny gasped and cringed away from him, beaten, nothing but a whimper
coming from her. Beard-guy already had her blouse open; now he used
the knife to slice her bra in half between her tits. She gasped again,
but said nothing.

"OK, now I think we've got an understanding," he said, collapsing the
blade and putting it in his pocket. "You saw how fast that came out
before. It can come out just as fast next time, and what it cuts next
time probably won't be your clothing. Understood?"

She nodded.

"Good. I love your tits, but now I want to see what's under that
little skirt. Unfasten it and slip it off before I rip it off."

Jenny obeyed immediately.

"Oh, yeah! Take a look at what we've got here, Al. We are going to
have one fucking hot time here tonight."

"Don't take all fuckin' night," Al growled behind Mark. "Git her
stripped and fucked so I can have my turn."

"You heard the man," the guy with a beard demanded. "Get the rest of
your clothes off, and get your slutty ass down on the floor so I can
fuck you."

Jenny gave Mark a quick sidelong look, a mixed plea for help and an
apology for what she was about to do, then stripped the rest of her
clothes off and lay on her back with her legs apart.

The guy didn't even take his pants off. He just unzipped them, yanked
out his cock, and landed on her with a roar. He started pumping
immediately, even though it didn't look like he was hitting her cunt.
After a few false thrusts he found the target and started ramming into
her. He had a really fat one. Much thicker, Mark realized, than what
Jenny was used to.

"No, stop!" she cried. "It's too big; you're hurting me."

"Shut up. I need a cunt, and I need it now, and yours is the only one
I see around here. It's hurting me, too, 'cause you're dry as a bone,
but I don't give a shit. I'm going to ram this all the way up into you
if it kills us both."

"Yes, give it to her," Mark whispered in the bathroom, pumping
frantically, "fuck her as hard as you can. Ram it all the way in."

Soon it WAS all the way in, and the guy pumped a few more times, then
came with another roar. In the bathroom, Mark came at the same time.

The guy was still panting and jerking when Al said, "OK, that's
enough, Jack, git up here and hold this guy. It's my turn, now."

Jack rolled off, exposing Jenny's abused pussy to the other two guys.
It was gaping and red, not from passion but just from abrasion. Jack's
cum was leaking out, but she made no move to do anything about it. She
just lay there, sobbing quietly, her legs still spread.

Jack took over the arm lock, and Al stepped around Mark toward Jenny.
This guy was OLD, Mark realized with a shock. His head was bald, and
his arms were wrinkled and splotchy. When he got his dick out it was
not very impressive, but it was erect, and he wasted no time getting
it where he wanted it.

The combination of his small size and the lubrication Jack had left
behind meant he had no trouble getting it in as far as it was going to
go on the first stroke. Jenny sighed in relief. By comparison this was
going to be easy. What she hadn't counted on, though, was the amount
of work that was going to be required before his ancient balls
produced. Five minutes of pumping and he still hadn't come. The
constant in-and-out was starting to get to her, despite her initial
revulsion. She brought her knees up on each side of his body, and
started pushing up on every stroke. That soon did the trick, and with
a grunt he buried himself in her cunt and started pumping.

When it was over, he pulled out, and she said, "Oh, my."

"Get back up here, Al," Jack said from behind Mark. "You've had her
ten times as long as I did, and I'm dying to fuck her again."

As he stepped up for his turn he dropped his pants, and it was obvious
he was ready for a second round. Jenny looked up at that monster cock
and groaned, though Mark wasn't sure whether it was in dread, as he
expected, or in anticipation, as it almost seemed to sound.

Her cunt, at least, seemed to be anticipating. Her knees were still
up, and her legs spread, exposing a wide open shiny cavern. And when
he started to slide into it she threw her head back and said, "Oh, my
GOD!"

He slowly slid all the way in, and when he bottomed out she threw her
arms around his neck and shuddered.

He slid out a ways, and she moaned, "Oh, no," then, "*ahh*!" as he
slammed back in.

His strokes started picking up pace, and she vocalized every one.

"Ohh ... *ahh* ... ohh ... *ahh*, ohh, *ahh*, ohh, *ahh*, ohh *AHH*,
ohh *AHH*, ohh *AHH* ohh *AHH* ohh *AHH* ohh*AHH* ohh*AHH*ohh*AHH*ohh
*IEEEEEEYY*!"

When she screamed all three guys in the room came, and the Mark in the
bathroom came, too.

                               ~~~~

Bob poked his head into Mark's cubicle the next day, and said, "I hope
you haven't forgotten about my party tonight."

"Of course not, boss," Mark lied. "We'll be there."

Then he quickly dialed home. There was no answer, so he tried Jenny's
cell phone. Thank God she answered.

"Hi, Mark."

"Hi, Jenny. I just called to remind you of Bob's party tonight. You
know how he is about those. His invitations are really commands."

"Oh, don't worry, I haven't forgotten. In fact I'm just looking at a
dress right now, and wondering if I should get it."

Mark laughed in relief. "Sure, go ahead, if it isn't too expensive."

"Oh, it's pretty reasonable ... at least in price. But I'm not sure if
it would be reasonable to wear."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, it's a bit on the skimpy side."

Mark's body went into overdrive, and his cock started rising. But he
tried to control his voice as he responded, "I trust you, Jenny. If
you're willing to wear it, I'm sure it will be OK."

There seemed to be a quaver in her voice as she came back with, "Oh,
I'm willing, all right, but you may be sorry."

"I seriously doubt that, honey, I don't care how much the guys drool
over you tonight."

"OK, don't say I didn't warn you."

When he saw her in the dress he whistled. It was a pale pink
off-the-shoulder number with a curved V in front that dipped to a
sharp point just above her belly button. What magic it might be using
to keep her boobs covered was beyond his imagination. The way it
outlined those boobs would fire any man's imagination. The bottom
flared gracefully from her hips to a point halfway down her thigh,
where it stopped. He imagined turning her while dancing, and was sure
the back would fly up and expose her panties.

"I told you ... I know I shouldn't wear it, so I'll go change."

"No, please don't! I insist! You have to wear it; you have to!"

"You really want me to wear this?"

"Oh, yes!"

They were both quiet in the car until they got to Bob's house. As Mark
started to open the door she stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Mark, there's something I want to ask you. I really feel like dancing
tonight, and you know how you are at these office parties. You get
started talking to the guys you work with, and often leave me on my
own for quite a while."

"I'm sorry, Jenny, just catch my eye, and I'll break away and spend
time with you. I promise."

"No, that wasn't what I was going to ask. What I was wondering was,
well, ... if you're busy talking, and some guy asks me to dance, ...
well, ... how would you feel about it if I were to say yes?"

How would he feel? Oh, shit! If he could watch her dance with some
guy, especially if it was a slow dance, Mark thought he'd get so horny
he might have to go to the bathroom to jack off.

"I wouldn't mind at all, honey, really I wouldn't. You can dance with
as many guys as you want tonight."

Jenny gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and bounded out of the car.
She grabbed his hand when he got the door locked, and pulled him to
the front door at a half run.

She didn't seem to have any trouble finding dance partners. There were
two single guys especially, Hal and Jerry, that she danced with again
and again. The guys did behave themselves, so far as Mark could tell,
though he couldn't see her all the time. He noticed they were giving
him sidelong glances, probably wondering why the hell he was letting
this happen, and certainly checking to see if he was watching. They
saw that he was, and that surely restrained them.

At one point when she was dancing with Jerry, a well-known office
wolf, Mark couldn't stand it any longer and went in search of a
bathroom to relieve some of the cum-pressure. When he came back out he
scanned the room and couldn't see them. He thought immediately of his
first night's dream, this time with excitement rather than dread. But
he soon spotted them over in a far corner. They were standing very
close together, and barely moving, but they weren't kissing, and Mark
could see both of Jerry's hands above her waist, though one of them
was stroking up and down her side, very close to her breast. What they
were doing was pressing their cheeks against each other and apparently
whispering. Jerry saw him looking and quickly started dancing her back
out toward the middle of the room.

As the party started to wind down both Mark and Jenny seemed reluctant
to leave, for their own reasons. They were two of only half a dozen
guests left when Bob came up to him and asked if he and Jenny could
stay after to help him clean up. Mark nodded yes, and went to tell
Jenny. That was another invitation from the boss that you really
couldn't decline.

Finally everyone else had left, but rather than start cleaning, Bob
beckoned them over to a pair of facing sofas with a coffee table
between them, saying he wanted to talk about something. Mark and Jenny
sat down on one side, Bob on the other.

"So, what did you think of my party? I thought it went really well.
Jenny, you certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself."

Jenny nodded.

"And Mark, you didn't seem upset at the situation, even though your
girlfriend was spending a lot of time with other guys. The two of you
must have a good relationship."

They both nodded.

"But, Jenny, I have a secret to share with you. Come over here so I
can tell you."

Jenny gave Mark a questioning look, but he just shrugged, so she got
up and went to sit where Bob was patting the sofa beside himself.

Looking her in the eye, he said, "I'll bet you didn't know that your
boyfriend really gets off watching you dance with other guys."

She flushed, and shook her head.

"Did you ask permission to do it before you got here tonight?"

She bit her lip. "Yes, I did."

"And what did he say?"

"He said," she was really blushing now, "he said I could dance with as
many guys as I wanted."

"And why do you think he said that?"

"I guess just because he wanted to be nice to me."

"Oh, no, that certainly wasn't the only reason. Do you know, I was
watching him at one point, and he was watching you dance with one of
the guys – it was Jerry. Well, Mark's face was turning red and he was
fidgeting, and then suddenly he got up, and I saw that his pants were
tented out, and he made a dash for the bathroom. What do you think of
that?"

"I don't believe it," she said, but her voice was tight and her eyes
were locked on Bob's.

"How about if I prove it to you."

"How could you do that?"

"What if I were to start touching you," he reached out and touched her
cheek with his fingertips, "in various places," he let his fingers
slide down her neck to her bare shoulder, "and you watch him while I'm
doing it?" His fingers were stroking up and down her arm. "Purely a
scientific experiment, of course.

"Are you watching him? What happens if I put my hand on your knee?"

"N-nothing," she said a bit shakily.

"Yes, I figured he'd allow that. But now for more of a test, I'll put
my hand on your shoulder, and run my finger down the edge of your
dress toward your tits, like this. What's happening over there?"

"Oh, my God, I think he's getting stiff."

"Oh, dear, do you think he'd let me play with your boobs, like this?"

"Oh, yes, he, ... ohh ... ohh ... he ... he's rubbing himself!"

"But surely he wouldn't let me expose your tits."

"I don't know ... I don't know ..."

"Shall we find out?"

"Yes, YES, YES!"

"Oh, God, he's ... YES! KISS ME THERE! ... he's unzip ... YESS! ...
unzipped himself, and he's taking it out ... NO, DON'T STOP!"

"OK, now we'll make him stop us. Take off your panties."

"My panties? Noo, noo, we mustn't ..."

"Take them off," he said roughly. "Do it. NOW!"

Shaking like a leaf, she complied.

"Now watch him while I slip my hand up inside your skirt."

"He's pumping his cock. I don't think he's going to come save me. Oh
GOD, Bob! OH, YES! OH, YES! OH FUCK, THAT FEELS SO GOOD! DON'T STOP,
DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP!"

"And he's not coming to save you?"

"Oh, I hope he doesn't. I want ... I want, OHHH, OHHH, OHHH, OHHH!
NOOOO! Don't stop!"

"I'm still trying to convince him to stop us. Let me try it this way."
Bob got down on his knees between her legs.

As he started kissing his way up her thigh she started moaning, and
pulled her knees up to her chest. When he reached her pussy the
fireworks started. She started screaming, and Mark started spurting.
His fireworks shot high into the air and came down all over the coffee
table.

Bob pulled away and let Jenny calm down a bit. "Were you watching
him?"

"*No*," she panted, "I *couldn't*. OH GOD, THAT WAS FANTASTIC! But I
want more, PLEASE!"

"But what about Mark? What did he do?"

"Oh, *fuck*! He came all over your coffee table."

"Oh, dear, we can't have that. You'll have to clean it up."

"Yes, I'll get a washcloth."

"No, no, not that way. Clean it with your tongue. If you're a real
slut you'll do it."

"Oh, YES, I'm a real slut, all right," she moaned as she got down on
her knees and started to slurp.

"Real sluts want to fuck lots of guys. Do you want to fuck lots of
guys?"

"Oh, yes," she said, raising her face from the table long enough to
get the words out, "I want to fuck lots of guys."

"You were dancing with Hal a lot tonight. Do you want to fuck him."

She threw her head back. "Oh, yes, I want to fuck Hal. His cock felt
so good rubbing against me tonight. I need it. I need him fucking me."

"You danced even more with Jerry. What about him?"

"OH, YES! OH FUCK YES! I already came twice when we were fuc... I mean
dancing. He was dancing his *cock* up and down my *pussy* and I need
him so bad. FUCK ME, JERRY, FUCK ME!!"

"And what about me?" Bob came up behind her with his cock sticking
out. He pulled up the back of her skirt and asked, "Do you want me to
fuck you?"

"OH, YES, FUCK ME, BOB, FUCK ME NOW!!"

He slammed it into her, and she started coming immediately, humping
back against him on his every forward stroke. Ten strokes and he was
gone, and Jenny screamed again. Mark was gone too, spraying cum all
over her face and hair.

After they all calmed down, Bob said, "Jenny I want you to stay with
me tonight. Will you do that?"

"*Yes*," she moaned, "I want to *fuck* and *fuck* and *FUCK*."

"OK, but first, why don't you go get cleaned up a bit." He pulled out
of her and backed away.

"Yes, I really need to do that," she said, as she struggled to her
feet. "I'm a mess."

After she left the room, Bob grinned at Mark, and asked, "So, what do
you think of your slutty girlfriend."

Mark shook his head. "Even seeing it with my own eyes I still can't
believe she would do that. She's never been that way before."

"You remember those two motivational tapes I gave you, last week, one
pink and the other one blue?"

"Yeah, I was supposed to listen to one in my sleep, and she was
supposed to listen to the other."

"So, you did it, right? When did you start?"

"Uh, Tuesday night."

"Tuesday? That's only three nights ago. Wow! Three nights. I managed
to turn her into a slut in three nights without even being there.
*Damn*, I'm good!"

"You mean her tape ..."

"Right, I said it was motivational. I didn't tell you what kind of
motivation it would provide. By the way, have you maybe been having
some unusual dreams the past three nights?"

"Yeah, you might say that."

Bob just chuckled. There was a bit of an awkward silence, then he
started up again.

"Oh, man, am I ever looking forward to the night with Jenny tonight!
Have you thought about what you're going to do while I'm sleeping with
your girlfriend? I suppose you could go home and jack off there. Or
I've got a spare room you could use. Or you could even watch us if you
want to."

"OH, SHIT! I want to watch! I want to see everything you do to her
tonight." Just the thought of it had him pumping his cock again.

"OK," Bob laughed, "be my guest. Hmmm, I was just thinking ... maybe
in the morning I'll call Jerry and invite him over. I'll bet Jenny
would go crazy with what he and I could do to her between us."

"OH, FUCK!" Mark said. "OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK! OH, FUCK! OH, FUUUUCK!"
With that he was spraying once again.

"Mark!" Bob's voice was very stern. "You make a mess in my house, you
clean it up."

Mark smiled wryly. "Yes, boss." He was sure there'd be more messes
tonight, and he hoped even more tomorrow. The incredible pleasure he
would be getting would be worth many times over the tiny cost of
cleaning the messes up.