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   Hello, if your are not 18 then please do not read this story, it is
intended for adults, consenting adults only.  This story involves explicit
sexual themes, MF, FF, humilation.  It is not intended to be offensive, and
all the characters are imaginary.  Have a good time, and tell me what you
think. Debbi, slutty wife and author.





   Just a few weeks ago, while enjoying dinner my husband and I got into a
spirited discussion about football.  Most explicitly,about the Colts and
the Dolphins.  My husband, Paul, was absolutley convinced that the Colts
would beat the Dolphins.  We were both feeling no pain when he said that if
the Dolphins beat the Colts he would be my slave for a weekend.  Slave I
said, what do you mean.  Paul said that he would do anything I requested
for a weekend if the Dolphins beat the Colts.  Interesting I thought, but
what happens if the Colts do beat the Dolphins.  Paul said that if he won
the bet I would be his slave for a weekend and have to do anything he
asked. Anything I responded, yes Paul said, anything.

   The idea both excited me and frightened me at the same time.  I would
absolutely love having Paul as my slave for a weekend.  Yet, I knew that if
he won he would be merciless and would probably involve him attempting to
humilate me sexually in front of his friends.  Yet, the Dophins were
undefeated and I had a few choice ideas of my own.  If only I could win.
Well as you by now know the Colts defeated the Dolphins in one of the
biggest upsets of the year.  Paul was jumping up and down with excitement,
saying over and over, I got you now Tess.  After a few drinks I finally
suggested that we work out the details.  It was agreed that the weekend of
servitude would begin the following friday evening and continue untill
midnight Sunday.

   All during the week I kept thinking about the upcoming weekend,
wondering what Paul would have in mind and rather or not I could handle it.
I got off work early Friday, about 3:00 P.M.  and stopped at a local pub
for a few drinks to stiffen my courage before going home.  As I walked
through the door Paul yelled, Tess, where the hell have you been, from now
on you don't do anything unless I tell you.  Come on Paul, don't you think
your getting carried away.  Paul slapped me hard on my ass cheeks and told
me to shut my bitching mouth.  Tess, you are my slave and I will dictate
exactly what you do and how you do it, do you understand.  Yes, Paul I
understand.  Paul then instructed me to take a shower, wash my hair and
meet him in the living room.

   After showering I went into the living room to find that Paul had laid
out some clothes for me to try on.  Finally he settled on an outfit that
consisted of a red leather skirt and a leather vest.  When I finished
dressing he told me to take off my bra and panties and to wear a garter
belt with black stockings.  I made the changes that Paul required and
finally passed his inspection.  Paul then said we were going out, I
hesitated and explained to Paul that the vest barley covered my breast who
were quite visable when I just barely leaned over and the skirt fell just a
couple inches below the top of my stockings.  Paul said, a bet is a bet and
that I was to follow his demands.  Ok, I said but remember you asked for
it.

   It was after 9:00 PM and dark as we got in the car and drove for about
70 minutes where we arrived at what appeared to be a combination country
and bikers bar North of Waterville.  Paul handed me some very bright red
lipstick and told me to put it on, go into the bar and order a whiskey on
the rocks.  Paul said he would join me in about ten minutes and pick me up.

   I entered the bar which reeked of smoke and stale beer.  To the right
were two grungy looking guys playing pool and a half dozen of so men, biker
types setting at a few tables drinking pitchers of beer.  Like hot lazer
beams I could feel their eyes searching my body as the tall bearded guy
getting ready to shoot whistled.  I felt so hot and knew my nipples were
hard as rocks.  I looked at the bearded one, smiled and tried to walk cooly
and calmly to the bar where I order a double whiskey on the rocks.  The
bartender stared down my vest feasting on the sight of my breast and asked
what kind of whiskey.  I looked up at him demurley and said the very best
you have.

   As my eyes adjusted to the smoke and dim lights I realized that the
place was larger than I first thought.  There was another room on the left
with a Juke Box playing country music and several men and a couple of
women. I sat on the bar stool trying not to expose my bare and now quite
wet pussy, yet in doing so the skirt was riding very high on my thigh.  I
quickly downed the whiskey in two swallows and ordered another one.  I sat
a stright as I could on the bar stool and quietly sipped my second whiskey
when the tall bearded man walked over to me.  He was quite tall, 6' 5" or
so and asked if I was looking for anyone in particular.  I said no, that I
had had a tough week and was just trying to relax.

   The bearded one told me his name was Ken and asked me if I wanted to
shoot some pool.  I ordered a third double whiskey and said sure.  The
whiskey was speading a warmth inside of me and I began to relax as I walked
over to the pool table.  He offered the break to me and I declined and
watched Ken break.  As I begin shoot for the first time Paul entered the
club and walked to bar.  I leaned over the table to shoot giving Ken a
almost unencumbered view of my breast and at the same time felt the rear of
my skirt rising above my stockings.  I missed my shot and the young man
sitting at the table behind me remarked about how sharp my skirt was.  I
couldn't help but wonder how much he saw, but I was quickly getting to the
point where I didn't care.

   Paul walked over to Ken, handed him a beer and whispered something in
his ear.  Ken, suggested that Paul and I join him at his table in the rear.
After sitting down Ken said your husband tells me that tonight is a special
night and that you will do any thing he asks.  Is that correct?  I looked a
Paul, smiled and said of course.  Paul then looked at me and said, Tess, I
want you to take Ken into the Men's room and blow him.  I looked at Ken and
said sure, lets go big guy.

   I led the way into the men's room turned around to Ken, and huskily
said, Whats your pleasure.  Ken, unbuttoned my vest allowing my brest to
swing freely and said fuck the blow job I want to fuck you.  I unzipped his
fly and pulled out his quite large and very thick cock.  I turned around,
put my hands on the sink, bent over at the waist, pulled my skirt up.  Ken,
roughtly grabbed my breast and entered me from the rear with one full
stroke.  I could feel his hot cock stretch my insides as he pounded his
flesh in and out.  Ken kept talking me dirty, calling me a horny little
bitch as his rhymth picked up speed.  I could feel his tension building as
I turned back to him and urged him to fuck me hard.  For the first time in
my life I could actually feel him explode, the strenght of his cum as he
exploded deep inside of me.

   As Ken pulled out, I turned around and gently licked his slightly limp
cock.  I could taste his salty cum.  As Ken tucked himself away I put on
some fresh lipstick and walked out back to the table.  I tried to act as if
nothing had happened, yet every man in the place knew where I had been and
I could feel his cum slowly dripping down the inside of my leg.

   As I sit down Paul asked me if it was fun.  I told Paul that I had not
climaxed myself, yet it was quite a turn on.  Paul asked me If I had fucked
Ken.  I said yes, he then instructed me to follow him to the car.  In the
car Paul was very quiet as we drove down to the Shereton in Portland.  When
we got to our room Paul made me lie on the bed naked while he whipped me
five times with his belt.  The pain felt like hot ice, and for some strange
reason made me hotter.  Paul told me to take a shower.

   While I was in the shower Paul had laid out another outfit for me to
wear.  On the bed was a very nice black cocktail dress with gold trim a
bare back and deep cleverage in front.  Paul instructed me to get dressed.
I also had a red purse with matching spike heels.  Paul told me to go to
the bar and have a drink.  Paul instructed me that I was to play the role
of a prostitute, and that if I was successful in earning $200 he would
considered the bet over and my debt paid.

   I was desperate to end the bet but I had no idea how a prostitute
actually works, how could I score for money.  The lounge at the Shereton is
quite nice and was very crowded even at this late hour .  I sat at one end
of bar and ordered a drink.  For about thirty minutes I sat quietly and
drink when the bartender began chatting with me.  Finally, I explained to
the bartender that I was there on a dare and that in order to win I had to
score.  He asked me how much, I said $200, he whistled and said he would
try to help me.

   A few minutes later a older (mid-forties) black gentleman sat next to me
and bought me a drink.  He looked at me quietly then said that he was
looking for some fun.  I noticed the bartender giving me a wink and
responded, what do you have in mind.  The gentleman introduced himslef as
William and said that his wife had retired to their room but they had often
talked about a threesome.  I asked William what kind of arrangement he
prefered, and he said that if I were to accompany him to his room he would
make it a worth while evening.  I told William that I would expect
compensation before leaving the bar and that I would be more than willing
to satisfy him and his wife's expectations.

   William excused himself for a few minutes to make a call.  In the
meantime I noticed that Paul had enetered the bar and was watching my every
move.  I quickly downed my drink and ordered another one as William
returned.  William admired my bracelet and asked if he could look at it
more closely.  I said sure, and as he gently lifted my arm he deftly
pressed several bills into the palm of my hand.  I placed my purse on the
bar and told William I would be right back.  I exited the bar and went
stright to the room where Paul joined me.  I counted the bills, $500 and
told Paul what the deal was.  Paul was more excited than I and encouraged
me to go for it.

   I joined William in the bar and asked what his pleasure was.  William
said that both he and his wife were bi-sexual and that she was quite
dominate and that I must be willing to accomade her wishes.  At this
juncture I was quite high and intoxicated by the excitment of all the
evening activities, so I responded by saying "no problem".  William asked
me to join him and his wife Leslie in room 712 in twenty minutes.  I said
sure and orderd another drink.  After finishing my second Long Island Ice
Tea I proceded to room 712.

   As I rode the elavator up I kept wondering what was going to happen and
was the risk really worth it?  Even though I was quite nervous and even
scared, I was also turned on and actually looking forward to it.  I knocked
on the door and heard a woman's voice say come in.  As I entered the room I
noticed William sitting on the side of the bed and his wife, Leslie stood
in the center of the room with a red satin robe on.  Leslie was in her
mid-thirties, black, and very beautiful.  She asked if I was willing to
meet all of her demands and I said yes.  She then loosened her robe and let
it fall to the floor.  I stared at her body, which was firm, solid and yet
beautiful.  She asked me to suck her nipples, I stepped forward and gently
began to kiss her nipples.  She stood there quietly and then asked me to
take my clothes off.  I stepped out of my heels and took off my dress and
asked her what else.  She responded by saying I was sarcastic and that
rated punishment.  Leslie then placed a metal clip on each of my nipples.
The clips pinched my nipples causing unbelievble pain and I could feel my
breast swelling with excitement.  Leslie then placed two clips on my pussy
lips, I felt like I was going to faint with the pain, yet she just smiled.

   She then directed William to take his clothes off revealing three gold
rings pirecing his genitails.  He was adorned with one inch gold rings on
each side of his balls and a large two inch gold ring that pirece the
foreskin of his cock just below the head.  She handed my a very large red
dildo, about 18 inches long and at least three inches wide and instruced me
to strap it on and not to displace the clips on my pussy.  As I slowly and
gently strapped on the dildo she proceded to prepare his ass with some KY
jelly.  She then told me to penetrate Williams Ass hard and at once or that
I would be punished.  I proceeded to enter William, but I hesitated.  The
dildo was so large, I was afraid that I would actually tear him apart.  She
scowled at me and picked up wooden paddle that was about three feet long
and six inches wide.  She swung the paddle with force stricking my rear so
hard that I actually jumped six inches.  Not once, but four times, my ass
felt like it was on fire.  She then pulled a thin linked chain through
William's rings and began to pull them.  He cried out in pain, real pain.

   Leslie looked at me and said his pain is your fault, fuck him, hard,
now. I placed my hands on William's hips and with all my might shoved the
large dildo up his ass.  At first I didn't think the broad thick plastic
cock would penetrate his ass, yet finally his rectum opened and the dildo
penetrated his flesh while William whimpered.  I picked up my tempo and
wondered as Williams cock seem to grow with each stroke of plastic deep up
his ass.  Fianlly Leslie told me to stop and then she removed the gold ring
in William's cock and replace it with a stud that actually pireced clear
through his cock.  Leslie instructed me to lay my back and suck her pussy
while William proceded to fuck her.  She told me that I was to catch every
bit of his cum be her own personal frenchh maid.

   As William fucked her I licked and sucked both the shaft of his rock
hard black cock and her pussy, lapping like a dog.  It but a few minutes
when his tempo quickened and I could tell he was close to cumming.  William
shot his load in a series of deep thursts as I struggled to lap the sweet
white cum ozzing from Leslie's pussy.  As William pulled out I mouthed the
head of his cock so as to drain him of each drop of cum.  I then lapped at
Leslie's pussy as I had been instructed.

   Leslie then asked me to strap on still anothe dildo.  This was black and
even wider than the previous one.  She told me to fuck her and to keep
fucking her.  This dildo was at least 3 ½ to 4 inches wide and two feet
long.  As I entered her she yelled at me to thrust hard and I began to pump
her like I imagined a man would.  Leslie kept yelling deeper and deeper,
finally I was thrusting the entire plastic cock to hilt deep inside her
body.  As she squirmed to absorb the entire cock she grasped the clips on
my nipples and began to twist them.  The pain felt like hot lava and I
thrust harder and harder, I could feel the tension building in her body as
she arched her back and sexual spasms took over her body.  Finally she
released the clips and I withdrew the plastic cock from deep within her
body.  She then instructed me to lick her pussy and ass dry as I dutifully
applied myself to the task she asked for the dildo and began to strap in
on.

   I was almost overcome with fear, there was no way that my pussy could
accomade that giangantic cock as hot as I was I knew that I would be split
in two.  She had me roll over on my back and had William hold my legs high
up in the air and spread apart.  She then pressed the huge cock to my pussy
and began to ram it with all her force.  At first my flesh resisted then it
began to slowly part as first an inch, then four inches and then almost two
feet of four inch wide plastic cock plowed into my tight cunt.  I tried to
scream but William covered my mouth and I just knew I would die with my
insides ripped apart.  Finally, slowly my body seemed to adjust the pain
gradually gave way to sexual excitement.  The very deminson of this large
cock raised me to a sexual edge that I never knew even existed.  In and
out, I wanted it, all of it, and felt my body respond one oragsm after
another.  Finally, she withdrew and handed me a $100 tip and thanked me.

   I put on my dress in fog, no bra, panties or stockings, just the low cut
cocktail dress and my shoes and such in a plastic bag.  I walked down to
the hall way to the elavator in a sexual stupor oblivious to my
surrounding. I entered my room looking for Paul, he seemed starlted and
concerned and asked if I was ok.  I said sure you wanna make a bet that the
Redskins will beat the Cowboys!!