From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: NEW STORY Lisa's Tattoo 1/2 (MMMMM/F Wife, nc, humil) Date: 23 Jun 1996 19:04:43 -0400 Tattoo For Lisa (MMMMM/F, Wife, NC, Humiliation) Tattoo1.txt Part 1/2 WARNING: This story contains strong themes of forced sexual behavior and sex against one's will. It is intended as a work of fiction for ADULTS ONLY, and the writer does not in any way suggest or condone similar behavior. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental. All names are fictitious. The acts described herein are illegal, and are not condoned by the author. This work is to be read by PERSONS 21 OR OLDER ONLY where such topics are not against the law. It contains scenes of sexual assault, nonconsenting sexual relations and descriptions of impending humiliation and torture. Please STOP reading here if this type of material offends you. STORY Tattoo For Lisa Part 1/2 My husband has made me do things that I have never done before. He has let his friends and strangers see me and touch me. I don't know whether to accept my new life or get a divorce. He is obsessed with showing me off to other guys to satisfy some perverted desire. The things that he lets them do to me were not done with my permission and are very embarrassing. I am a 26 year old housewife named Lisa and am very active with hiking, swimming and keeping in shape. I was raised in a conservative upper middle class family and was always given all the advantages my wealthy family could bestow. My father owned a chain of Christian bookstores he inherited from his family and he insisted we all attend church every Sunday. I always sang in the church choir and remained active in several church related charity functions. Although I am a natural blonde, tan and slim, I have always dressed conservatively so as not to display my ample breasts or my butt that has always been the brunt of the comments I have heard from the guys at school. I once overheard several guys talking about how they would give anything to see me naked and get their hands on my tits and feel my bare ass. I was quite embarrassed at their comments but I was proud of my 34C breasts topped with firm pink nipples that stood out at least an inch when they were aroused. I could tell that the guys looked long and hard at my cute little rear when I would wear tight jeans or a dress that let it wiggle as I walked. I always was embarrassed when we went swimming although I got a lot of attention from guys at the club and my husband's friends. I met my husband Doc after I graduated from college and was doing interior decorating for a large firm. He hired my company to redecorate his lakeside home and I was given the assignment. We dated only a few times before he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, so we married 10 months ago. He swept me off my feet and even though he is 42 and had been married before, he respected my wishes to wait until after we were married to have sex. Even though I had never gone all the way with any of my boyfriends in school, Doc had slowly instructed me into ways to please a man. I have always tried to please him and to enjoy a great sex life, even when the things he suggested were beyond the bounds a respectable wife should do even in the privacy of their bedroom. He has tried many times to get me to try oral sex and even wanted to have anal intercourse. I made it clear to him that those things are perverted and I would never consent to do such a filthy thing. I would have never guessed that Doc was into kinky sex like this before we were married since he was a perfect gentleman all the time we were going together. He got real excited when a stranger might look at me through a window at night or catch a peek under my dress. Lately he is obsessed with letting his friends see me in the skimpy swim suits he buys me. He even wanted to tie me up naked on the bed and blindfold me while he took video pictures of me with my legs spread. He tried to convince me to go out in public in a very short skirt with no bra or panties. I absolutely refused to do any of those perverted things even though I could tell Doc was upset with me. Things went from bad to worse when at a office beach party he had grabbed my breast and pulled off my bikini top in front of two of his drunken friends. This was the first time he forced me to play his little games. All day long at the party, his friends Carl and Jim had helped Doc make sure I had a fresh drink in my hand. Needless to say, I had much more alcohol than I was used to and was past the point of being aware of the dirty remarks Doc made to the guys about how my breasts feel or the color of my nipples . They would laugh and make jokes about me being a real blonde . They would all make comments about my ass as I walked by and tried to talk me into going topless. I really disliked Carl the most since he would openly stare at my breasts almost like he was seeing through my top. He kept taking video pictures of me while making off color remarks and even Doc would urge me to show him my breasts for the video. He was always staring at me and had brushed against me with his hands or his big belly several time that day. Most people had left the beach for the day as I finally insisted that we leave. The three guys were by the beer cooler whispering and laughing as I gathered up my beach bag. Doc walked over to me and kissed me hard on the mouth then told me that he had promised his friends I would pose for the video camera without my top. I started to object but he grabbed me from behind by the arms pinning my arms behind me and causing my breasts to stick out obscenely as Carl and Jim moved closer. As Carl started the camera, Doc reached around and roughly squeezed my right breast and pinched the nipple through the material while holding me tight with one arm. I started to squirm and yell for him to let me go as he pulled open the center tie holding my swim suit top together. Carl and Jim both cheered him on as he pulled my arms back and bounced me up and down making my tits bounce wildly until my top was hanging at my side and all three guys were looking at my bare breasts with my right nipple larger and darker from the pinching. As I burst into tears, Carl started filming while telling Doc to bounce me some more so my tits would jiggle as he zoomed in on my nipples. The guys were all laughing and whistling as my husband let his friends see my bare tits bouncing as Carl took video of my humiliation. When Doc reached around and grabbed a handful of my breast again, I broke free and slapped him away. He laughed and told his friends he ought to let them hold me down while he spanked his cute little wife on her bare ass for being such a prude and not joining in the fun. They all laughed and said they would help him spank me anytime he was ready. I grabbed my towel and ran crying back to the car. After we got home that night he said he had too much to drink and apologized for his behavior. I figured it must have been all the booze Doc and his friends had consumed that would make him turn into such a perverted animal. Doc would always say I was too shy and explain that everyone has harmless sexual fantasies to spice up their sex life. He said I would really enjoy it if I would let myself go and try some of his games. Besides, he explained, if I really loved him I would want to please him. He showed me some pictures in his bondage magazines and said how much it would turn him on to see me tied up like the models were. He told me if I would let him take some pictures of me he promised never to show them to anyone else. Somehow, I just didn't trust him after what he had done to me in front of his friends. I told him I would never consider such a degrading thing. I had been raised to respect Christian values and it would be too humiliating to ever allow myself to be seen in such a way. I could never understand how my husband could ever think of letting another guy see his young bride in a revealing situation much less completely naked. After the beach incident, he didn't bring up the subject for several months and I hoped he had learned his lesson. Then in September he bought me some really "show off" clothes and wanted me to go to a party with him without a bra. We had a serious argument and didn't talk for two days over that incident. As time passed, Doc started wanting me to do more and more things that were making me uncomfortable. He would insist that I not wear any bra or panties around the house. After getting me a bit drunk, he would touch my breasts and pinch my nipples in public and then we would have sex in the car, hotel room with the all the lights on or anywhere he felt like it. I can't say it wasn't somewhat exciting to be getting so much attention from my husband, so just to please him, I would go along with his wishes as long as we had our privacy. It all started again when he told me he had arranged for me to get a small tattoo for my birthday. Doc had told me that it was in fashion and that all the ladies had a small tattoo somewhere on their body. This wasn't the first time he had tried to talk me into getting one, but I always objected saying I would never get a tattoo where anyone could see it even with just my bikini. He would always laugh and tell me he would be happy to find a spot that would never show. Doc had even talked me into going to a modern tattoo parlor located by the university to select a design that was available. Even though the female artist was very professional, I couldn't gain the courage to have it done. My conservative family would never understand even if I agreed to get one. Besides, we are both professionals and must maintain a conservative and proper appearance while we are in the workplace and with our circle of friends. About a week later, my husband and his friends Jim and Carl were going to drive down to San Francisco to attend a convention and meet Jim and Carl's wives there for the two day event. Doc wanted me to go with him so we could do some shopping and sample the night life. I didn't know their wives very well but had met them several times at parties. They had driven to San Francisco early in the week to visit a sister. I was still mad about the beach and would be uncomfortable to take the trip with Carl and Jim after what Doc had done to me in front of them. But I made him promise not to try anything again. Doc agreed to be on his best behavior. Early Friday morning, Doc and I and the two guys piled into our Bronco and headed out for San Francisco to spend the weekend at a boring convention. Carl was driving and Jim had brought a large thermos of long island ice tea that went down real easy and Doc kept my glass full as we drove along the freeway. After two hours of driving, I was feeling real good from the ice tea and getting a bit sleepy. As we drove south of Red Bluff, Carl turned off the freeway at a sign with an arrow advertising a weekend rally of Harley Davidson riders of Northern California. I was suprised and ask him where we were going. Carl glanced at Doc and told me he wanted to look at a motorcycle that was for sale at the rally. Jim and Doc chimed in that it would only take a couple of hours and then we would be on our way. I wasn't too worried about it since we had plenty of time but I didn't like the way the guys started kidding me about me putting on my bikini and riding a Harley. It should have been obvious that the guys had made plans to have some fun at my expense, but the warm feeling from the ice tea made any concerns disappear. Even when they joked about trading me in on the purchase of the motorcycle, it didn't register with me that Doc would let anything bad happen to his new wife. The biker group was meeting at an old ranch in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains just where the timber started. The late summer weather was hot and just the kind of weather for running around in shorts and halter. Doc had convinced me to just wear a loose halter and white silky shorts. And for the first time, because of the hot weather, I had left my panties in my suitcase. Had I known I would seen by all these people, I never would have agreed to be seen in such a skimpy outfit with no bra or panties. When I saw the motorcycle rally I wanted to stay in the car but Doc pulled me out of the Bronco and winked at Carl as he said it would be safer for me to be with them than left alone in the car where a Hells Angel rider might want to take me for a ride on his hog. The guys grabbed beer from the cooler and we all started walking toward some tents. Carl again explained he wanted to look at a motorcycle H/D that was for sale so he told Doc to bring me along for the fun. He winked at Doc and Jim as he laughed it would be exciting watching all the wild action. Even though I was a bit dizzy from the drinks, I followed along staying close to Doc. There must have been five hundred bikers of every shape, color and age. They never stopped drinking beer and raising hell. I whispered to Doc that some of the big dirty bikers had looked at me and wiggled their tongues and I didn't feel comfortable with these people so please couldn't we just leave now. Doc just grinned and said as long as we were there we might as well join in and give them a thrill, besides, I looked hot as hell in my cute little outfit. I could tell he was really getting a kick out of the way these long hair bikers were lusting at my body. As we mingled with this rough crowd, the looks I was getting from the bikers told me I had made a big mistake not wearing more clothes. My breasts bounced under my sheer halter as I walked, and my nipples were poking out for all to see. I tried to hold my arms across my chest whenever I could so as not to attract attention. As we approached the parts tent, Carl slipped up behind me and pulled the waistband of my shorts out and dropped a big chunk of ice he had saved from the ice cooler down my shorts onto my bare butt. I let out a squeal and jumped around trying to shake it out of my shorts. It wasn't till I heard the hoots and yells that I realized I was putting on a real show for about a dozen bikers standing at the tent. As I reached into my shorts to retrieve the ice, several guys asked if I needed any help finding it. One guy taunted me by saying if I took my shorts off it would be easier to find. I had to stand there and let it melt while they made jokes about how long it would take for my hot little ass to melt the ice. Instead of helping me, Carl and Jim were laughing and enjoying the show as much as everyone else. By the time it had melted, the drips started running down the inside of my thigh and the whole back of my white shorts were soaked. Carl yelled out laughing to everyone that it looked like Doc's wife peed her pants, and maybe one of the bikers could help me find the outhouse. Everyone roared with laughter as I felt my face turn red. As I started to cry, Doc came over to me and held me close and said it was just a joke and we could leave as soon as they looked at the bike. After I calmed down and Doc said he was sorry, Carl and Doc went off to look at the motorcycles and Jim and I walked around checking out the leather clothes, crafts and equipment some of the bikers had for sale. Jim seemed like really a nice guy and said he would try to keep Carl from teasing me so much. And after all he had two children and owned a large insurance agency. As we walked, it seemed as though everyone had at least one tattoo and many of the guys and gals were covered with quite beautiful designs. I mentioned to Jim that Doc had tried to talk me into getting a small tattoo someday. He said that his wife Kathy had a flower put on her butt several years ago and really enjoyed it. I told him I would never get one where it showed. If I were to ever agree, my choice was probably a butterfly that would be covered by my bikini swimming suit. I didn't want it to show at all when I was out in public back at home. He asked me if I would rather have one put on my breast or butt. I was shocked he would ask me such an intimate question, so I just said it would have to hidden and be done by an expert. Jim asked the gal selling Indian art where she got her tattoo. She said the best tattoo artist in California was at the rally and pointed out the area where he was. I told Jim I would wait and do it some other time but he insisted we live dangerously and said "it won't hurt to check it out and see what he has." He grabbed my arm and we walked to the tattoo trailer. I felt it would be easier to go along but I never would let anybody at the rally give me a tattoo. Now this trailer looked like it had been through a war and the only thing that looked worse was the old pickup truck that was pulling it. There was a sign on the door "be back at 2PM." I let out a sigh of relief and said we had better find Doc and Carl and see when we were leaving. The first thing Jim announced to the guys when we found them was that I was going to get a tattoo. Doc looked surprised but smiled and said that was a great idea. Somehow, the look Carl gave Doc and the big grin on his face should have been a warning signal that things were not like they seemed. Had I known this entire trip to the rally and all the talk about a tattoo was all a set up that Doc and his friends had planned, I would have been furious. But my mind was quite foggy and I was glad to have three guys with me as we walked along between all these greasy bikers. I said I was worried that the needle would not be clean and that a person could catch some disease from the way the trailer looked. Doc said he would go with me to check it out. Carl and Jim both smiled as they said they would make sure everything was perfect. I was hoping everyone would forget about the whole thing. Even though I suggested we leave now, Doc made the excuse that Carl was still talking with the owner of the bike he wanted to buy. About 1PM, Doc said that I needed to have two or three stiff drinks to take the edge off the pain from the needle if I did decide to get a tattoo. With that, Jim pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack and handed it to me. I looked at Doc as he held the bottle up to my lips and assured me that we would leave in a few minutes and a few drinks would help the time go by faster. Within the next 15 minutes, all three of them made sure I had downed enough to send me into orbit. Jim handed me three white tablets he got from a pill bottle in his backpack and told me to take them. He said they were a sedative his wife Kathy had got from her doctor. I pleaded with Doc, but he put his arm around me to steady me and whispered it would just help me get over feeling so bad about the foul talking bikers. He slipped them in my mouth as Jim helped me take a drink from the bottle. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have known things were happening too quickly. The guys were laughing and taking turns holding me steady as we walked to see the motorcycle that was for sale. They were saying that they couldn't wait to get to the bike where Joe was and get started taking some good pictures. The pills I had taken were really having the effect of making me light headed. They kept talking about the bet they had made and Jim couldn't believe Doc would go through with it. Each of the guys would keep cutting in like at a dance and say it was his turn to help me walk. I could feel hands taking more and more liberties as they changed places. More than once, Carl was helping me walk along with his hand on the side of my breast enjoying its softness through the sheer fabric. We stopped in front of a large tent and talked to Joe, the guy with the bike for sale. Even though it was hard to focus my eyes, I could see he was a tall, skinny guy about 45 years old with a long nose. As he walked up to us wiping the grease from his hands, I could tell he was enjoying the view as I leaned against Doc to steady myself. Doc explained to Joe that his little wife Lisa had been drinking a little too much as he openly cupped and squeezed my ass through my shorts as if we were at home in our bedroom and no one else was there watching. I managed to push his hands away and stumble forward as all the guys laughed at my embarrassment. Carl told Joe that he decided to wait and think over the bike sale for awhile, but he wanted to take some pictures of the bike so he could decide later. Joe grinned at me and said it would be a better picture with a pretty girl sitting on the bike. Doc turned me around with my back to Joe and grinned and felt my bottom as he explained that I had wet myself and he wasn't sure if it was dry because he didn't want to damage the paint job. Immediately, Carl reached over and slowly ran his hand across my the bottom of my shorts and laughingly said he couldn't tell either. Doc said "well it is Joe's bike after all" so as my husband held me still, a greasy stranger slowly ran his dirty hands over my shorts. I tried to move away from his fingers, but was held tight by my husband as this smelly mechanic squeezed my asscheeks and told Doc what a nice dry ass I had. Before I could object, Doc grabbed my arm and told Carl and Jim to help me up on the bike. In the process, Carl and Jim put hands under my ass as they lifted me over to the seat and left them there long enough to get a good feel. To keep my balance, I had to hold on with a hand on each handle grip straddling this big motorcycle while Carl took several photos. I begged Doc to let me down but he smiled at Joe and told him to get in the picture and crawl on behind me for the final picture. Through the haze, I heard my husband lie to Joe that, "my wife has always dreamed of riding a Harley so hold on to her so she doesn't fall off, cause she has been drinking." In a couple seconds I felt this big greasy biker scoot in close behind me as I started to cry. I could feel a hard bulge at the back of my shorts through his dark leather pants as he closed his dirty hands around my bare middle. The contrast of my smooth white skin covered by Joe's large greasy hands as they rubbed my bare stomach sent shivers up my spine. Carl took a couple more pictures as several other bikers gathered around to watch the show. Joe moved his hands upward in ever widening circles touching the bottom of my breasts. One of Joe's biker friends in the crowd yelled for him to "see if her tits feel as good as they look." With that suggestion, his massive hands started lifting and squeezing my breasts as I felt my face flush red with embarrassment. I pleaded with Doc to help me but he was standing there with his friends enjoying the show. Just then, Doc yelled to Joe that the best bike magazine pictures showed bare tits. Joe didn't need a second invitation as he slipped his fingers under the bottom of the halter and slowly lifted it until all of my rose tipped breasts jumped free for all to see, while my halter top remained up around my neck. All of the guys gathered around yelled and clapped as Joe's greasy fingers kneaded my bare white tits. The group closed in around the bike to get a better look as Carl took more videos. When Doc asked Joe if he could get my nipples harder and longer, for the next picture, Joe rolled and pinched my sensitive nipples between his dirty thumb and finger until they stood out. Tears were streaming down my cheeks but I had to keep my hands on the grips to keep from falling. This gave Joe free access to my swaying naked breasts as he pulled hard on my tender nipples and lifted both breasts upward by the nipples as Carl took the last picture and the guys applauded the show. Through blurry eyes I looked at Doc and could see he was really enjoying my humiliation finally seeing his young wife having her nipples pinched and showing her tits to the bikers. Continued in Part 2. From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Lisa's Tattoo Part 2/3 (MMMMM/F, wife, nc, humil) Date: 25 Jun 1996 10:22:23 -0400 Tattoo For Lisa (MMMMM/F, Wife, NC, Humiliation) Tattoo2.txt Part 2/3 Tattoo For Lisa Part 2/3 I must have blacked out for a moment because when I opened my eyes I was in the Bronco and looking up into the face of my husband, Doc. As I collected my thoughts, I suddenly remembered a horrible experience on a motorcycle with a biker named Joe. I started to shake as Doc wiped my face with a handkerchief and said, "Now, now, that's all right." "But what about the biker Joe taking my top off in front of all those awful people," I asked. Doc said, "You must have been hallucinating or had a dream because just as we left the car, you fainted. It must have been a combination of the heat and the drinks. But honest honey, nothing happened at all, it must be your imagination." I was finally convinced that even though it seemed so real, the mind can play wild tricks on you with that certain medication. Just then, Carl and Jim walked up and asked how I was. Doc told them I was just fine now and ready to go to our appointment. My mind was still numb from the alcohol and sedative but I said I didn't remember anything about an appointment. The three guys explained that I had promised to look at a tattoo drawing that I ordered. I didn't remember ordering anything but they insisted I had and it would not be fair to let the artist do all that work without at least paying for the drawing. I protested that I just wanted to leave this place and forget about the drawing and everything else I could see out the window of the Bronco. But Doc promised that we would just go pick up the drawing and then hurry and leave for San Francisco. Carl and Jim agreed that is what we would do and it will only take ten minutes. Doc insisted I take two more of those pills just to help me relax. As the guys helped me out of the car, I looked down and noticed my white shorts and halter were smeared with grease and dirt. I couldn't help notice the smiles and looks at each other as Doc explained in detail how I must have fell in some grease when I fainted. I was too shy to mention in front of the guys that my nipples seemed to stick out under my halter more that normal and they were very sore. As we walked towards the tents, the pills were really having an effect. It seemed like I was in dreamland where I could see the people and bikes but none of it made any sense to me. I was walking between Carl and Jim with their arms around me when Carl reached out with his free hand and cradled my chin, kissed me on the mouth and pushed his tongue in my mouth. I struggled to pull away as he whispered that pretty soon he was going to put his tongue anywhere he wanted, and then we will see how much a snooty little bitch like you will like it. I looked around to find Doc as, Jim watching Carl's kiss, joked with Carl that she would probably like it better if he kissed her on her sweet little ass. They both laughed watching my nipples rise and fall beneath my halter top. They could hardly wait to see more of Doc's cute little wife. She was such a fox and so modest that they could hardly believe Doc would let them watch her get a tattoo under her bikini line. If I had known that the whole trip was planned to set me up so he could live his fantasy of letting other guys see his pretty blonde wife. The pills were supplied by Carl from his last trip to Mexico and he promised Doc that after she took a few she would do anything Doc wanted her to do and not remember any of the details. They both had a hold of my arms as I saw an old blue trailer. Something sent chills down my spine as I saw the trailer and heard the three guys laughing and joking about how they were going to help with my tattoo. I whispered in Doc's ear that this had gone far enough and I really didn't want to go through with it. He just laughed and said this would be one of those life experiences that we had talked about. I told him that I didn't want the tattoo to show even when I had my bikini on. Doc joked with Carl and Jim that they could help him find a place to put it. As we headed towards the trailer, they walked laughing and talking while I continued to feel the effects of the booze and pills. Doc and his friends were getting into the action in a big way , and had been drinking most of the day. When one would tell Doc where I should have my tattoo, the other two would howl with laughter. So when Doc told Carl and Jim that maybe the tattoo artist could put it right next to my pussy, they both laughed and said that they would be happy to watch the procedure and hold my hand. When we arrived at the trailer I was too far gone to say much. Doc knocked on the door as it was opened by a big burley man. He asked if this was the little wife that was shy about getting a tattoo. Doc answered that she had a few drinks so she wasn't very shy now and was ready to get a work of art where the sun doesn't shine. Tattoo licked his lips said, "Well, bring her on in and we will see what we can do." We all went in and looked at the sketches and samples available taped to the wall. Carl suggested several cute little butterfly designs. Doc chose one and asked the Tattoo guy if he could put this on me. I could tell Doc was really getting in to this and he kept winking at the guys and making jokes. Now this tattoo guy looked like he just he woke up out of hell but he did perk up when he saw me. He must have weighed 250 lbs with a ratty beard and big belly. His hands were dirty and I don't think he had cleaned his fingernails for a year. When he talked you could see his yellow teeth and smell his bad breath. I figured that there was no way Doc would let this guy even get close to me much less touch me. But when the guy asked Doc if I wanted it on my tit, Doc told him, "No, I wanted it just above my pussy." I couldn't believe that my husband said such a thing about me in front of his friends and was going to let this creep touch my skin. I know I turned deep red from blushing and humiliation. There was even two other creeps that must have been buddies of the tattoo guy sitting on an old couch drinking beer, grinning at what was going on. Carl and Jim moved over by the couch and opened another beer. Doc came over and gave me a kiss and told me to relax and it would be over with in no time. He said this guy has probably done hundreds of tattoos on ladies so it was no big deal to him. By now, my head was spinning from the booze and pills so that I could barely walk by myself. The guy told Doc to have me sit on the table to get started. I yelled that everyone else had to leave before I would do anything. The tattoo guy told his buddies to get lost and they walked out the door swearing that they could help. Doc asked Carl and Jim to step outside as he winked and smiled. I heard the door slam as I grabbed Doc's arm and pleaded with him to forget the whole thing and leave. Tattoo asked Doc if I really wanted to continue. Doc lied and said that I was just afraid of needles but I had been begging him to let me get a tattoo. Doc lifted me up on the table and the guy asked Doc if I had shaved my pussy. Doc told him I was trimmed but not shaved clean. The guy said, "Well, let's take a look." I couldn't believe this was happening. The only clothes I had on was a halter top and shorts with no panties. Doc had told me this was a "no panty day" before we left that morning, so as Doc helped me lay back on the table I could feel the guy's fingers started unbuttoning my shorts in the front. I tried to raise my head but the room was spinning. Tattoo loosened three buttons and peeled back the halves to expose the top of my pubic hair. It was a good thing my head was spinning because there I was on this dirty table and this biker creep was looking right at the top of my bare pussy. I remember noticing the guy's eyes light up when he saw my blonde pussy hair and he joked to Doc that I was a real blonde and he was a lucky man. The guy told Doc that he would have to shave me and that it would cost another ten dollars. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing so I closed my eyes tight and tried think of something else as they were talking about me as though I was a piece of meat. Doc lied as he told Tattoo that I always wore a little string bikini and it needed to be put where it wouldn't show. Tattoo grinned and told Doc, "Well if I am going to put it right next to her pussy lips, I'll need more room to work." My heart sank as I heard Doc say, "Why don't you just take her shorts clear off so they won't get in the way? Besides you might like the view." My open shorts had afforded some measure of modesty but now I had just heard my husband telling this smelly creep to strip me so nothing would be hidden from his lustful eyes. "God damn fuck'en OK with me if you don't mind her showing me everything she's got." "Hell no", lied Doc," Lisa likes to flash her pussy at guys. It gets her hot." As I focused on what they were saying, I began to moan and move my hips to get off the table. "I don't have any stirrups so your god damn little wife will have to hold still or she might get cut when I shave her pussy." "That's why my friends Carl and Jim came along so just in case you needed any help, we wouldn't be short handed." Within five seconds, Carl and Jim were standing beside the table feasting their eyes on the few whisps of my blonde pubic hair as it poked out between the open shorts. I started to cry from shame as Doc came over and held my hand and told me they were going to help hold me still so I wouldn't be cut when Tattoo shaves me. I tried to say something as Doc put his finger to my mouth and told me to be quite and hold perfectly still. He told me it was real nice to have good friends like Carl and Jim that take time out of their busy schedule to help me get my tattoo. Then his voice grew very stern, and said he would find the two biker guys that were sitting on the couch to help if I didn't hold very still. "Hell, I'll bet I could even find ten more bikers to help spread your legs for Tattoo if you don't do exactly what I say. I don't care how modest you are, Tattoo is an artist and you are lucky he will even consider doing your tattoo. So you will do whatever he asks, do you understand?" Doc had never talked to me in a threatening way like that before, and I knew I had no choice but to get it over with as quickly as possible. As I lay on my back on top of the dirty table I sobbed and my whole body jerked as the tears streamed down over my cheeks. Tattoo finally broke the silence grinning as he said, "Its a lousy job but someone's got to do it." All the guys laughed and moved closer to the table. Tattoo reached out for the next button on my shorts as I heard Doc say to Tattoo, "Hold it, lets let my little wife Lisa show us all the places we could put the tattoo and then we will take a vote. After all, this is a four man team now so it would only be fair to let everybody have a say." I cried thinking how much more can I take. Not only is my husband going to let these three guys see me naked, he is going to make me perform for their amusement. "Lisa," Doc said with a firm voice, "slip your shorts off and kick them on the floor so we can see what we have to work with." "Please no" I said, "don't make me do this." "Do you want me to call more bikers in here to help you take them off?" "No," I moaned. "Then get those fucking shorts off now!" My shaking fingers opened the last two buttons on the front of my shorts as I lifted my hips to slowly push them down. I could hear gasps as the shorts fell clear of my thighs and down to the floor. I could feel the blush cover my face as the guys saw my light pussy hair between my tightly held thighs as I lay back and closed my eyes to block out the scene. "Not good enough sweetheart," Doc teased, "I think the guys want to see you spread your legs, right guys?" Yeah they all shouted! "Spread your legs honey," Doc hissed. "Oh no please, haven't you done enough?" "Last chance you little bitch, spread'em wide or I'll get some more help." All the guys crowded at the foot of the table as I slowly inched my feet apart until my straight legs were at the table corners. "There it is," yelled Carl, "What a sweet little blonde pussy you have Mrs. Henderson." "Come on Mrs. Henderson" teased Doc, " you can do better than that! Grab those knees and pull them back over your shoulders for the guys. They want to see your sweet little cunt wide open, so, pull those knees back till we see open pussy lips." I had no choice so I slowly pulled my knees up and back over my shoulders. "There're coming open," hissed Carl. "Look at those little petals open like a flower!" "Pull them wider and don't move," shouted Doc. A bright light suddenly came on at the foot of the table. My eyes focused to see three faces looking directly at my wide open pussy as Carl held the video camera with light pointed right at my gaping sex. "Don't move," threatened Doc. "Tattoo is going to shave your little pussy bare and Jim is going to help him, so, hold still so he doesn't cut off anything important." As Carl took video, I felt the tattoo guy pull on my pussy hair and rub something on my mound. They all laughed when I squirmed while Tattoo rubbed shaving gel over my clitoris and over my pussy lips. At one point, he asked Doc to spread my legs apart even more. Doc ordered me to pull my legs wider apart while joking with the tattoo guy that he should do this job for free. Tattoo had Jim stretch my pussy lips out while tattoo got the last few hairs. Tattoo told Jim to run his thumb across my clitoris and see if how big he could make it grow. They all laughed at me when I squirmed on the table. With my legs spread wide, the tattoo guy pulled my pussy lips wide open and told Doc he had never seen a sweeter pink pussy. They all laughed while Doc told the guys how great a fuck I was. I thought to myself that the only men that had ever seen me naked before was Doc and my physician and now I opened my eyes and looked down to see my husband holding my spread legs while this foul looking creep had his face a few inches from my open pussy and his dirty fingers were half inside me as he was shaving me. After Tattoo finished the shaving, he ask who wanted to rub her pussy with oil. Doc said it wasn't fair that Carl had to do all work taking video and not get a chance to feel Lisa's pussy. Carl handed the camera to Jim as he grabbed a chair and sat down between my wide spread legs and pulled my butt to the edge of the table. "Sweety, I've waited a long time to play with your cute little pussy, so pull those legs back and spread'em wide." I let out a moan as Carl's hand rubbed oil up and down over my cunt and slipped two fingers deep inside me and started finger fucking my slippery hole. "How does that feel sweetheart?" I could only moan as my body was responding to his fingers. "Why, Mrs. Henderson I do think you are getting wetter. Shame on you!" Carl teased. "Now Lisa, reach down and pull your pussy lips wide open for me to see how pink you are inside." Without hesitating, I reached down and pulled my pussy wide open for Carl. "Now don't move while I taste your pussy," hissed Carl. Carl bent forward and jammed his tongue deep into my hot pussy and sucked my lips and clit into his mouth. I had never felt anything like that before and before I could stop myself, I shuddered with an involuntary orgasm. "Aren't you the nasty little wife Mrs. Henderson, letting some guy suck on your little clitty while you cum for the video camera." I cried with shame as Carl had finally had his way with me in front of my husband Doc. Continued in Part 3...................... From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Lisa's Tattoo Part 3/3 (MMMMM/F, wife, nc, humil) Date: 25 Jun 1996 10:28:34 -0400 Tattoo For Lisa (MMMMM/F, Wife, NC, Humiliation) Tattoo3.txt Part 3/3 Tattoo For Lisa Part 3/3 Sometime later, I woke up and heard men laughing and talking. It seemed stuffy and close in the small trailer. As my eyes focused I noticed my halter top was down around my middle and my nipples were pointing up above my bare breasts. Through the fog, my mind was confused as to what was going on but I could tell there were four or five men gathered around me. I could hear them talking about my shaved pussy and telling each other how much they would like to fuck me and other things I couldn't understand. All of a sudden, someone started pinching my nipples and rolling them between their thumb and finger. I let out a gasp because they squeezed hard and were twisting roughly and my nipples were tender and sore. I focused on the hands and knew they were not Doc's hands. They were dirty, dark skinned and there was grease under the nails. All I could think of was Doc and what was going on here. I was on my back on a hard table, a bright light was shinning in my eyes, my legs were spread wide open and someone was holding my knees up towards my shoulders, hands were squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, and now someone had fingers in my pussy and rubbing my clit. They all laughed made jokes about how wet I was when the fingers made a slurping sound. I knew someone's head was between my legs and was licking my pussy and sucking the lips inside his mouth. His short beard was scratching and hurting the inside of my legs. I looked down there and met his eyes looking right back at me as he slobbered between my legs. He raised his head and gave me an evil grin, then stuck out his tongue and went back to sucking on my pussy. I remember noticing he had my pussy juice on his beard and when he grinned and two of his teeth were missing. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the guys holding my knees apart laughed as I squirmed and moaned when someone started to finger my clit. I raised my head to look for Doc and heard someone say, "Look out, she's starting to wake up and her husband might be back any minute." I listened to the tattoo guy tell his buddies he had sent her "dumb shit husband" to a little town 15 miles away for some rubbing alcohol. He had promised the hubby that "he would not let anyone else in the room while he was gone and take good care of her. Any guy that would leave his fox of a wife drunk and naked with him deserves everything he gets. They all laughed and thanked the tattoo guy for inviting them in to help with cute little blonde bitch. I heard the door open and close. Two more biker buddies came in the room and started putting their fingers in my pussy and pinching my nipples. One of the new guys finished off his long neck beer bottle and pushed it in and out of my open pussy. All the guys thought that was so funny and laughed and laughed. This new guy must have been the biker leader cause he ordered everyone around and they didn't seem to mind. He told the tattoo guy this would cancel the money he owed him. It was like I was floating above the room and the person on the table was someone else. The new guy was pinching my nipple and said, "Better hurry and check out her asshole before hubby returns." All of a sudden I realized that I was there naked in the middle of a pack of low life bikers and my husband wasn't there to help. I moaned no... no.... no. All these smelly creeps lifted me off the table over on my hands and knees. They hoisted my butt in the air, pushed my knees apart and pushed my chest down on the table and told me to stay in that position. There were whistles, cat calls, and comments like "what a sweet ass" and "cute little asshole." The main biker came up and grabbed my hair put his face in my face and said if I didn't do exactly what he said nobody would ever find me or my husband. I told him not to hurt us and I would do as he asked and not tell anyone. He told one of the guys to take video pictures of my ass. A bright light came on aimed right at my open pussy and asshole. The guy told me to stay bent over and reach around and pull my ass cheeks open wide and don't move. With shaking hands I reached back and spread my asscheeks. I was trembling and sobbing but I had to do it. They made me keep my ass spread while they took more pictures and they all got a close look at my asshole. The lead creep went behind me and slowly put two fingers in and out of my pussy and ask me if I had ever been fucked in the ass. I started to cry and told him not even my husband had ever done that. He said they wouldn't fuck me in the ass if I went through their initiation. I cried, "Please don't hurt me." He said hold still and spread you ass wider. All the guys were laughing and calling me names like "rich bitch whore," wife slut," blonde prick tease," and lining up behind me. One at a time, each slime ball would stick his middle finger in my cunt to get it wet and then slowly push it in my asshole. All the while, the others were laughing at me as I squirmed around with a finger up my ass. After each guy had his fun with my pussy and asshole, he would go around the table and grab my hair and give me a long sloppy deep kiss and see how far he can stick his tongue down my throat while the next guy was fingering my pussy and asshole. I thought to myself, before today, I was so modest that I would not even shower naked in the women's lockeroom with other women present. The day started out to be a wonderful weekend trip, but how could Doc ever bring his wife to a place like this. How could he even think of letting another man see her naked, shave her pussy, and touch her most private parts. Doc had talked her into letting a strangers see her bare pussy. He could at least got a towel to keep her covered from the lusty gaze of these biker creeps. Back at home, Doc would have called security if these guys dared to show up on our doorstep. What could Doc possibly been thinking of to actually get his beautiful blonde wife drunk, set her on that dirty table in that little trailer, let a complete stranger take her shorts off and slobber at the sight of her cute blonde pussy. Doc had even spread her legs wide for this guy to see inside her cunt while she was too drunk to object. Before she fell asleep, she remembers Doc telling this greasy fat slob the most private secrets about their lovemaking. Doc showed this tattoo creep how he plays with her clit and how wet she gets. She was still awake enough to remember Doc laughing as he held her pussy wide open and inviting this fat smelly biker to put his tongue in her steaming cunt and taste it. Doc must have gotten his kicks by watching his petite blonde bride spread wide open for these hell's angel types to play with while she wiggled and squirmed as she got hotter and hotter. She was helpless in her drugged state to object to any of the unthinkable humiliating things the bikers was doing to her at the urging of her husband. She couldn't help how wet she got and how her breathing got heavy as she thrust her wet pussy up to meet the tattoo guy's nasty fingers. All Doc would do is make jokes and laugh with the bikers as they watched his pretty wife get finger fucked in her cute wide open pussy and betray her sexual responses. Why Doc had left her alone was the real question. He and his friends had been drinking, but how can you leave your beautiful young blonde wife in the care of a sleazy ball biker group that only dreams of ever seeing anything this tender and innocent. A wife that keeps her body in perfect shape, well tanned and could easily win any beauty or talent pageant. When they go to the beach or Club Med all the young studs look long and hard at her in her bikini and dream of what she looks like naked. Her shoulder length blonde hair is always soft to the touch and her nails are kept polished and sexy. A wife who's breasts are firm and high with the most sensitive nipples that get rock hard and stick out one half inch. The men look as they pass her as her full breasts bounce and her nipples show through her blouse. Her legs are long and slim with an ass that gently bounces as she walks. She had saved her body for her loving husband, but something went very wrong. The tattoo guy had somehow convinced Doc that his knockout wife would be safe while they went on the errand. Three creeps had thought up this plan and disabled the bronco so it would not restart when they were ready to return. So her "dumb shit" husband left for a short trip with his young wife dressed in shorts and halter top covered with a blanket, sleeping off a deep drug induced sleep on a dirty couch. No sooner than they were out of sight, the tattoo guy called in his friends to see what he had in the trailer. The three of them took off the blanket and sighed as they noticed how really beautiful she was. The four other creeps that had worked over the bronco arrived and looked at her in peaceful sleep. One of the four was named Chop. He had noticed her earlier that morning when she was shopping with Jim. Chop had made some comment to her about how she looked good enough to eat. She quickly turned and walked away while Chop laughed and watched her blonde hair gleam in the sunlight above her sassy little ass. He had got a good look at how her tits bounced and how the nipples poked against the material of her halter. Chop couldn't believe his luck or that her husband would leave her in Tattoo's trailer. He reached down and touched her face. She didn't move or stir. He ran his fingers along her arm and then over to her left breast. Chop gently squeezed and jiggled her tit and put his finger over the outline of her nipple. "She really is out of it. We might as well have some fun with her before her stupid husband gets back," he said to the others. It was clear that Chop called the shots with the biker group. The tattoo guy told them she wouldn't wake up and they ought to look at the cutest shaved pussy you ever saw. Chop told four of the guys to put her on the table and another to get the video camera. They had Doc's beautiful young wife laying on the table under the bright light on the video camera. Chop stood at the side of the table with all the biker creeps gathered around as close as they could get. He gently ran his grubby fingers over her hair and down to her mouth and between her full lips. Then down to her breasts, he unclipped her top and her mouth watering tits sprang free. The rest of the guys couldn't resist getting a handful of her tits and pulling on her nipples to see how hard and long they would get. They all pinched her nipples until they stood up like big erasers. Chop unbuttoned her shorts and in a flash the group had them on the floor. Everyone took a deep breath when they feasted their eyes on Doc's wife's naked body. Chop said not to touch yet he wanted to get some good video pictures of her shaved pussy wide open Chop pushed her legs open and had two of the guys hold her knees wide and against her chest. What a sight. Eight greasy smelly bikers had Doc's young wife's pussy spread wide open for all to see. The pouty lips looked like petals of a flower and the pink inside was clearly visible. While the camera and light came in for a close up, Chop took each lip between his dirty fingers and pulled them open ever wider. He then slowly slipped both index fingers of both hands in her open cunt and pulled her hole wide open for the camera and the guys. Chop told the guys holding her knees to start pinching her nipples while he started slowly finger fucking her with two fingers to see if they could make her cum for the camera. It wasn't long before she started moving her pussy to the rhythm and Chop's fingers were wet and slippery. These biker creeps thought it was real funny that this gorgeous beauty was dripping wet. Chop reached up and flicked her clit with his finger back and forth like a toggle switch. Her little clit got bigger and she moved her pussy even more. The guys were going wild. They had a rich high class blonde wife naked with her pussy spread wide open getting wet as they finger fucked her. As long as she likes all the attention to her cute pussy, we might as well take a closer look at her asshole. Chop told the two guys holding her knees to bend her over until her knees touched the table. As Doc's bride's asshole came into full view, the camera came even closer to catch all the action. Her little puckered asshole was a few inches from Chops face as he laughed and smelled her butthole. "It smells as sweet as a rose," he said as he dipped a finger in her wet pussy and then slowly sunk the finger in Doc's young wife's tight virgin asshole to the first knuckle. That's when she really started to buck and moan. The guys all had a good laugh. When Doc returned, he walked up and looked down at my face as he smiled and ask me how I liked showing off for the guys. I only closed my eyes. This is only a vague memory now but it is an experience that will always be with me. Doc has told me he has many more fantasies he wants to try. To be continued..................... Maybe?