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If you've read the others, you know what a little slut she can be, and you're by now figuring out just how little it takes to get her to spread her legs, or open her mouth for you. She enjoys being humiliated, and over the years, we've come to use humiliation as a regular part of our sexual union. Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to matter who being humiliated, nor who the humiliater is. The truth of the matter is that Kristi gets par- ticularly hot when she feels she has no control over her actions, when she is made to do things nice girls won't do, but can lay the blame off on someone else. Even as she does it, she realizes what she's doing. A key phrase she'll use that tips me off that she's about to do something she really wants to do, but wants to be absolved from her participation in the act, is to say something like, "You're not going to make me suck his cock are you?" Or, "But what if someone sees me, with my breasts exposed, and a cock in my mouth?" If she says these things to you, simply ignore her protest, or, to heat her up even more, you might reply, "Yes, I intend for you to suck him off...and frankly, Kristi, I don't see any problem if someone else should happen by. All they'll see is a slut on her knees, sucking a guy's cock. What's the big deal? In fact, I may call some people over to let them watch and see what a whore you really are." I've described her many times in other stories, but in case you aren't familiar with my wife's physical charms, I'll give you a quick run down. For starters, she's absolutely beautiful! I'm serious about this. She has the kind of looks that women would kill for, and men will fight their best friends over that chance to merely talk to her. She has green eyes, red hair, about shoulder length right now, a perfect face, light freckles on an ivory complexion, smooth soft skin, a great smile, and a very serious come hither expression when she chooses to use it. The only thing more perfect than her face is her body. She weighs around 125, stands 5'5" tall, and measures 38DD- 25-36. Those breasts are perfectly formed, and come endowed with what we call "bullet" nipples. Her nips are almost always hard, and stick out about 3/8 of an inch from her lovely breasts. Her waist is trim and her hips flare out nicely, giving a heart shaped view from behind. Her ass is a work of art, and while she always says it's too big, many a man has lost his self-control while running his hands over the curves and firmness of her bottom. Odd as this may sound, I like her legs the best. She wears hosiery a great deal, preferring silk stock- ings to panty hose. Her standard dress is garter belt, stockings, and outer clothing. She never wears a bra. In fact, I think she only has one, and that's more for teasing than anything else. About a year ago we came to the conclusion that there was no point in her wearing panties, for two reasons. First, she is a very spontaneous woman. She fucks when she feels like fucking, regardless of the circumstances or environ- ment. She's as likely to want it in a taxi-cab as she is in a fast food restaurant. And when Kristi wants it...she gets it! Secondly, men were always stealing her panties. I know that sounds weird, and I suppose it is, but for some reason, men seemed to always want to keep a trophy of fucking my wife, and the panties seemed to be it. I remember one week in particular, six pairs of her panties came up missing. That's not to say my wife only fucked six guys that week, but at least six of them kept her underwear. In the interest of economy, there- fore, she's almost stopped wearing any under pants at all. If you get a chance to meet her, it's a pretty safe bet that her pussy is bare under her dress. Oh, and that brings up the subject of my wife's cunt. She keeps it trimmed very closely, and because of her unusual degree of sexual excitement, you can almost always see her clitoris peeking from under the hood of her pussy lips. She's the only woman I've ever fucked that had a rock hard clit. She's reading this over my shoulder and asked that I not describe her clit in such detail. She says it embarrasses her to have other men read about the details of her body. Right! She'll fuck anyone who wants her, but she doesn't want me telling the world about how hard and prominent her pink little clit is. Needless to say, the description stays in. Her pussy is unusually tight, and as a favor I'd like to ask that if you ever have the occasion to fuck my wife, that you'll take into consideration that her pussy, while well fucked, is still very small. I have a ten inch cock, and she can take it in, but usually I have to enter her slowly. Her ass hole is another story, however. When you bend her over the top of a couch, or a desk, (as many men have over the last six years) with a little lubrication, you'll be able to put your dick inside her ass with little trouble. She prefers smaller cocks there, say, seven inches or less, but she'll take any that present themselves. Oh, by the way, when she tells you she can't pos- sibly take your cock in her ass, don't listen to her. What does she know? I saw her take what had to be a fourteen inch dick straight up her ass one night, and while she was pleading for him to stop, she kept grind- ing her ass cheeks against his body, trying to get more inside her. What a pretty sight that was, her little pink bottom pushing against his black legs, like she was impaled on the end of a lance! (oh, she wants me to take out the fact that he was a black guy. No way. If she wants to act like a whore, she shouldn't mind my telling folks that there are no taboos where her pussy is concerned. I've seen her suck off black men, brown men, and even Oriental men. I've watched them all as she licked and sucked their cocks into her mouth, and watched as my wife skillfully made each one dump his load inside her mouth, deep inside it, and watched as she swallowed the cum of men who most women wouldn't have even spoken to. Men who parked cars for a living, men who worked on construction sites, men who were married, were single, even one who thought he was gay. (He later converted back to our side.) The story I want to relate to you happened recently, (Halloween, '93.) It'll give you an insight into what turns her on, and when you meet her, you'll know better how to treat her to get her at maximum heat. She's a lot like other women in that regard. The hotter she is the better she performs. Only with Kristi, you always start out at a level where most women get only after hours of fore play. She's an incredible woman! We went to a party at a friends home in Houston for Halloween. We'd checked into our hotel the afternoon before the party since we'd planned on staying the following day in Houston as well. Kristi and I had decided not to go in costume, but at the last moment changed our minds. We went to a store in the Gallaria area and shopped for what we'd wear that night. I must confess, I wasn't keen on the whole idea of costumes, but she decided she wanted to go as a French maid, and who was I to argue. It occurred to me that in all the role playing and games we'd played over the years, I'd never fucked her dressed as a maid. I started looking forward to the pleasure. She shops in a mall like men hunt in a forest. It brings out the "animal" in her, and she almost always turns a trip to the mall into a sexual adventure. I won't go into the details of this excursion, because that's not the point of this story. Suffice to say that many men were treated to a glimpse, and sometimes more than a glimpse of my wife's naked pussy, full breasts, and hardened nipples as we went from shop to shop, looking at different outfits, trying on various costumes, shoes, and lingerie. She selected the maid's outfit, complete with garter belts, hose, short black skirt, and white frilly blouse. Of course, she had to have a new pair of heels and she had to show the boy at the shoe store what a pretty pussy she had under her skirt, but after all this was done, we headed back to the hotel. Once in the room, we ordered room service. It's almost a given that if we stay in a hotel room, Kristi is going to get to play with a few men who happen to service our room. This is sometimes the bell boy, sometimes the room service guys, and once, in Vegas, I woke to find her sucking a man's cock as he stood on a ladder in front of her. He'd come to service the smoke detector, and while up on the ladder, Kristi had unzip- ped his pants and was servicing his fire hose! She made quite a sight, standing there in only a blue lace robe, open of course, with this man's cock sliding in and out of her mouth. I acted like I was still asleep, but watched her working in the reflection of the mirror. After sucking him to near orgasm, she walked away from him, toward the bed, and dropping her robe, got on the bed, the same bed I was supposedly asleep on, got on all fours, and wiggled her ass at the man on the ladder. To his credit, he figured out what she wanted. Climbing off the ladder, his dick still outside his pants, he climbed on my wife's ass. I heard the air rush out of her as I knew his cock rushed into the ready pussy she'd lifted to his view. Within seconds he was fucking her, oblivious to the fact that I was laying not three feet away in front of them both. Kristi reached over for me and pulled me toward the two of them, and then, as if it were the most normal thing in the world, lowered her mouth over my very stiff cock, now totally exposed since she'd pulled the sheet off me, and proceeded to suck my cock while the maintenance man reamed her puss! If he was surprised, he didn't show it. I guess in Vegas you eventually see everything. And now he was seeing my wife naked, as she fucked him and sucked me. One thing was obvious, however, and that was the fact that he was very excited by the whole show. He had reached down, and was playing with Kristi's breasts, kneading them in his hands, pinching her nipples, and she was responding in typical fashion by sucking me harder, while moaning through a cock filled mouth! I don't remember who came first, but we both did, around the same time as I recall. And almost as if we'd known each other for years, almost as if we'd planned the whole episode, after we both came in my wife, we switched her around, so her pussy was facing me, while her mouth now faced him, and we went back at her instantly. He with his Kristi coated cock sliding into her mouth, and me with my tongue digging into her just fucked pussy, tasting her juices along with his cum, as they both leaked out of her and into my mouth! I must confess, I absolutely love the taste of come when served from my wife's pussy. And it really doesn't matter if it's my come, or someone else's, or a mixture of many others. But this particular day, as Kristi put on her uniform, and we waited for the room service person to bring our order, I was having great difficulty getting my costume on. She had selected a Roman soldier's uniform for me, and my problem was getting my cock to cooperate. I guess watching Kristi all afternoon, and thinking about the possibilities that awaited me that night had made Mr. Happy very happy. He was inflated and refused to go inside the cup that came with the costume. And trust me, without that cup, I'd never make it through the lobby! As you can imagine, the skirt which covered my bottom barely did, and while I must admit I did look rather dashing, the whole image would have been ruined if my ten inch cock was forced to hang three inches below my seven inch skirting. Of course, when Kristi offered to help me get it inside the cup, the effect was quite the opposite of what we were trying to do. The minute her hand touched my already hard cock, it became like steel. "Oh, my! Look. It's not going inside that cup now!" "Well, do something, Kristi. I can't get dressed like this." "Gosh, Phillip. I don't know what I can do. It's so hard! I'm afraid we'll just have to let it get soft on it's own. Try not to think about anything sexual." She's standing there in this skimpy little outfit, black hose, garter belts, and 4 inch heels, telling me to think about mon sexual things. About that time there was a knock on the door. Kristi smiled at me, and asked me if I wanted to get the door, or should she. Like I had an option. My cock was sticking straight out by now, having been helped to its full growth by my wife's skillful fingers playing across it as she tried to get it to fit into the now almost uselessly small plastic cup that came with the outfit. She patted me on my ass got up, and walked to the door. As she neared the door I suddenly realized she had no panties on, and that as short as the skirt was, if she bent even slightly, even a blind man would notice. And the room service woman wasn't blind. A woman! What rotten luck. I'd hoped to see Kristi fuck or at least suck off the guy who brought our snack, but there was not going to be any chance of that. I turned my back away from the two women, almost facing a corner of the room. To this day, Kristi says I knew that my reflection in the mirror would reveal my hard cock to the girl who had brought us our repast, but really, I didn't think about that. I had no intentions of show- ing my hard on to a stranger. That's Kristi's job, exposing herself. Mine is to watch, her's is to do. Pretty good arrangement I think. As women will do, Kristi and Marylou, (as I later found out the room servers name) immediately fell into a conversation. Marylou asked about the party, as it was obvious we weren't dressed as the average Hous- tonian that night, and being Halloween, the girl figured out what we were doing. Kristi told her that I was having a problem with my costume, but that other than that, it promised to be a great party. Marylou asked if she could help. It seems she was a whiz with needle and thread. Kristi laughed, actually, she giggled, and said the problem wasn't one that could be fixed so easily. She told Marylou that I was having a problem getting my entire costume "on." I don't know to this day if the woman saw my cock in the mirror or not, but her voice seemed to have changed as she and Kristi were talking. It took on a huskier air, almost a sexual tinting. She walked over to me, my back still to her, and asked if I needed help. "No, thank you. I think I'll get it in a moment," was my weak reply. "Now, Phillip, you let her help. She's a whiz with a needle, remember?" "Kristi!" "Oh, don't be silly. We're all grown ups here." Kristi has such a way with words. She turned to the woman who was by now directly behind me. Reaching into her purse, she withdrew a hundred dollar bill and offered it to the girl saying, "Tell you what...if you can help me get his costume to fit, I'd be very grate- ful." The woman looked at the c-note in Kristi's hand, looked back at me, and suddenly I knew she'd made up her mind. She took the offered tip, slipped it inside her uniform's pocket, and replied to Kristi's state- ment. "I think I see the problem. And I think I can help." "Great. Here's the situation. We have to leave for the party in a few minutes, and he need to wear this under his soldiers skirt." Kristi handed the woman the plastic cup my cock was supposed to be in. The room server looked at the cup for a moment, realizing exactly what was wrong, and I could see her smile through my vantage point facing the mirror. She put her hand on my shoulder, and turned me a have turn away from the wall. I now faced her directly, more importantly, my raging hard on faced her directly. She looked at my hard on, and once more at my wife. Kristi just nodded, as if to say, "Go ahead. Do it." Marylou sank to her knees in front of me, and scooped my hard cock into her hand. In the same move- ment, she lowered her mouth over the rod in her hands, and started sucking the head of my dick inside her mouth. Kristi looked at me and smiled. She always enjoys watching me get my cock sucked, either by a man or a woman, but usually there's more time for me to be prepared. It had literally been less than two minutes from the time this woman entered our hotel room till the time she was on her knees, sucking my hard cock, in front of my wife. Kristi wasn't wasting the opportunity either. She'd already unhooked her maid's skirt, and was leaning against the dresser, dressed only in her blouse and underwear, sans panties, and began to rub the middle finger of her left hand across her clit, slowly at first, but then quicker. I knew it would soon snake its way south, across her soft downy cunt, and into the hole I knew so well between her legs. She was moaning now, as the stranger continued to suck my cock... and suck it in earnest. Kristi crossed the few feet to stand directly behind the woman on the floor, and while she continued to play with her own cunt, took her other hand and stroked the head of the woman who was sucking my cock. As I knew it would, Kristi's finger soon disappeared inside her pussy, but only for a moment. She pulled it out, and now coated with her own juices, took that finger and placed it next to the sucking mouth of the whore on the floor. Without missing a beat, the newest slut in my life pulled her mouth off my dick, but con- tinued to beat my meat with rapid hand movements, as she licked the cunt coated finger Kristi had offered her. Then turning her head toward my wife's pussy, the woman pushed her tongue out till I saw it make contact with my wife's cunt. That was all it took for me! I started to spurt my come all over her hand, but by now she didn't notice me, she was more concerned about sucking Kristi's cunt. But the end result was achieved. My cock was now manageable enough to fit into the plastic cup. I knew I'd have to work quickly, how- ever, because even as I was stuffing myself into the receptacle, I was becoming aroused once more. Hearing Kristi's moans as the girl serviced her pussy was stimulating me again. I looked over after getting my costume adjusted in time to see my wife's legs buckle under her as the girl who was licking her pussy brought my wife to a roaring climax! As Kristi composed herself, the woman stood up, smiled at me, and started to walk to the door. When she got there, she smiled again and said, "It was a pleasure serving you. There's a card on the tray. If my room service impressed you, you might drop a note to my boss. Course, I wouldn't want him to know just 'how' you were impressed!" She was gone and the two of us were left alone. Looking at my wife, laying on the carpet, her pussy slick with the mouth juices left by Marylou and her own lubrications, I thought about how nice it would be to slip my cock inside that very hot cunt. Then, feeling the ache starting to build inside my balls, I remem- bered that for the present, I'd have to be content to just look. I wasn't about to let Mr. Happy out of his new home. Not just yet. I'll tell you more about the party, as well as about how Kristi was humiliated at the hands of a total stranger the next morning when I write Fuck Her, Part 6. !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WARNING: This story contains unsafe sex. In this day and age it is just plain stupid to perform unsafe sexual acts. This story is for entertainment, not to be imitat- ed. Be smart, take care of your body, you are only issued on per lifetime! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!