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Inga Comes to America
by Vulgus (vulgus@hotmail.com)

***

A fan of my stories contacts me and we correspond about 
our mutual fantasies of male domination and humiliation 
and the many forms of abuse that turn her on. She 
agrees to spend her two week vacation with me and be my 
total slave. (M+/F, nc, rp, bi, exh, bd, beast, ws)

***

It was her idea. Well, no, that's not fair. It was an 
idea that we came up with when we were chatting on line 
and I suppose that we developed it together. 

Our correspondence began when Inga sent me an email 
after reading one of my stories on the internet. She 
had been very aroused by the story and she sent me an 
email to tell me how much she enjoyed it. Her email 
included a picture of herself. She was very attractive. 
It was a modest picture of her in a little black dress, 
not in the nude like so many of the other pictures that 
people send me as a sort of thank you for my stories. 
If any of you are reading this, thank you too. I enjoy 
all of those nudes very much.

I responded, as I do to everyone that writes me whether 
or not they include a picture and whether or not they 
are attractive. I thanked her for her kind words and 
the picture. And that was that, until she read another 
of my stories. She liked the way my mind worked. Or I 
guess that it would be more correct to say that we 
shared some fantasies and she enjoyed reading mine. I 
suspect that she was grateful to have someone that she 
could discuss them with.

At first I wasn't certain that Inga was a woman and not 
a man pretending to be a woman. Some guys get off on 
that but you can usually tell. I was soon convinced 
that Inga was all woman and I enjoyed several long 
chats with her about her fantasies and how closely they 
paralleled the events that I depicted in some of my 
stories.

She wanted to experiment with her fantasies but had 
never found a man who shared those fantasies. I shared 
her frustration because it is even harder to find a 
woman who is excited by the admittedly unusual nature 
of our fantasies. She wanted to experience some of the 
things that I wrote about in my stories and after 
several months of exchanging emails and having the 
occasional long chat she decided to spend her upcoming 
summer vacation in the United States visiting me.

I was delighted, of course. Inga is nearly half my age 
and judging by the pictures that she emailed me she is 
very sexy and very attractive. She is in her early 
thirties and cute as a kitten. I, on the other hand, am 
in my early sixties and rough as a cob. I ride a Harley 
and I look like it. I am in pretty good shape though 
and I knew that I had what it took to satisfy this 
woman's fantasies. All she needed was a man with a 
dirty mind.

If you are familiar with my stories then you know that 
most of them are about women being blackmailed or in 
some other way coerced into sexual submission. They are 
humiliated and abused but not harmed. They experience 
helplessness and the freedom of being totally 
controlled. Those are the things that Inga fantasized 
about.

The first thing I had to take care of was to get rid of 
my wife. My wife and I had both retired early. We had 
saved and planned for our future and we were not 
wealthy by any means but we were more than comfortable. 
We had no debts and we each had several large pension 
checks coming in so that so far we had not had to touch 
our savings. My wife is pretty open-minded but there 
was no way around it. She would have to be elsewhere 
while Inga was in town. I thought about trying to get 
my wife involved because she had some fantasies about 
being with another woman that she had never had the 
nerve to experience. But I decided that the best thing 
to do would be to get her out of town for the two weeks 
that Inga was going to be here. I would then be more 
free to experiment with some of my more outrageous 
fantasies.

That was easier than it sounds. She has talked about 
going on a Panama Canal cruise with her sister for 
years. We selected a cruise that left from Tampa, 
Florida and ended in San Francisco. San Francisco is 
her favorite city so I had no trouble convincing her to 
spend a few days there with her sister before flying 
home. 

Now I just had to prepare for Inga's arrival. A few of 
the things that I had planned for her would take some 
coordination with friends. The more I thought about it 
though the more I thought that two weeks wouldn't be 
nearly enough time. 

The details were soon taken care of. I dropped my wife 
off at the airport on a Friday morning and picked Inga 
up on Saturday morning. I think that we were both 
relieved to find that there were no surprises. She was 
even prettier than the girl in the pictures she had 
sent me. She could easily pass for a woman in her early 
twenties, even after a long trans-Atlantic plane ride. 

She was about 5'2" and weighed about 100 pounds. Her 
breasts appeared to be perky little B cups, a personal 
favorite of mine. She had light brown hair with some 
blonde highlights and a smile that could melt a 
glacier. I had no idea why an attractive young woman 
like this wanted to be with a hairy old biker twice her 
age but I was not going to try to talk her out of it.

I recognized her as she was coming out of the gate from 
the pictures that she had sent me. I approached her and 
I could tell that she recognized me as well. She smiled 
and we introduced ourselves. We went to the baggage 
claim and picked up her one small piece of luggage. She 
wouldn't need much in the way of clothing while she was 
here.

I had planned on giving her some time to relax after 
her long flight and to get comfortable with me but she 
immediately slipped into character as a submissive. She 
was dressed as I had told her I wanted her dressed when 
she arrived. She was wearing an extremely short skirt 
and a lacy crop top that did not totally conceal her 
small, pink nipples. 

I put her bag in the back of my car and drove to my 
house. We had had some heated conversations on the 
internet but we both found it to be a much different 
situation when meeting for the first time in person. I 
intended to move things along quickly though. I had no 
intention of waiting to get to know her better and part 
of the excitement for her was giving herself to a 
strange man. God knows I'm certainly a strange man.

I parked in my driveway and I set her bag inside the 
front door. I imagined that she must be pretty tired 
but since it was lunch time, and since I was in charge 
we were going to lunch. I opened the garage door and 
told her that we would be going out. She looked at my 
Softail nervously but after I gave her a quick set of 
instructions on how to survive as a passenger on a 
Harley she sat on the small passenger seat and hung on 
tight. 

She made a startled noise when I started the bike. She 
had a death grip on my waist as I pulled out of the 
garage. I paused to hit the garage door opener and make 
sure the door closed and then I took off. 

It was her first motorcycle ride. She was nervous at 
first but once she realized that she wasn't going to 
fall off and I wasn't going to kill her she relaxed and 
enjoyed the vibration and the sound and the feeling of 
freedom.

I adjusted one of my mirrors and kept it aimed Inga's 
torso. It was a distraction but it was worth it. Her 
tiny skirt was pulled up to about half way between her 
crotch and her pierced navel. Her lacy little top came 
to just below her breasts when we were stopped. When we 
were moving it fluttered around and frequently bared 
the bottom portions of her perfect breasts. I almost 
ran a couple of red lights as I watched her in my 
mirror. I also got a big kick out of the expressions of 
the people on the road around us when they realized how 
much Inga there was on display.

I finally decided that if I wanted to get to enjoy that 
beautiful body I had best start watching where I was 
going and I refocused my mirror and paid more attention 
to the road and the traffic.

I drove through town and across the river to a nice 
restaurant with a big deck on a creek where the shrimp 
boats dock at night and unload their catch when they 
come back in. It isn't a biker bar but it is owned by a 
biker and is biker friendly.

I pulled up into one of the bike parking places near 
the front and shut the bike off. As soon as it was 
quiet Inga leaned against my back and in a breathless 
voice she said, "Oh my god! I love it!"

As strange as it seems, the motorcycle ride seemed to 
have broken her reserve. She didn't seem nearly as 
nervous now as she had when we left my house. Nothing 
breaks the ice like the way a Harley vibrates between a 
woman's legs. Don't take my word for it. There are 
studies that have shown it.

We went inside and were seated out on the deck in the 
back. It was a bit warm but it was a beautiful day to 
be out by the water and there was a nice sea breeze 
which made it seem comfortable.

After the hostess had seated us I ordered Inga to stand 
up and then I said, "Okay, now you may sit down again. 
Place your hands on the table and take your seat. Do 
not take your hands from the table and do not attempt 
to adjust your skirt."

She glanced around and saw that there were a few tables 
nearby that were occupied. The people at those tables 
were close enough to see what was going on and in fact, 
four men at one of the tables were watching with a 
great deal of interest. They looked like they had just 
come from the golf course. There was a popular course 
nearby so they probably had.

I watched them discreetly as Inga placed her hands on 
the table and returned to her seat. It was obvious from 
their faces that they were getting a good view and that 
they were enjoying it.

I glanced around and saw several others straining to 
see just how much of my new slave had just been exposed 
but the four golfers had the best view. 

I turned my attention back to Inga and saw that she was 
very embarrassed, and very excited. I smiled and asked, 
"It's starting. Are you ready?"

She closed her eyes for a second and then exhaled 
loudly and said, "Yes sir, I think so. I'm scared. But 
that's part of the excitement. I only ask one thing. 
Please don't ask me if I want to change my mind. Don't 
give me the chance to back out. If I say stop, don't 
listen to me."

I leaned closer and quietly responded, "Dear, sweet, 
beautiful, sexy Inga, I have no intention of letting 
you back out. You belong to me for the next two weeks, 
unless I decide to keep you longer, or sell you sooner. 
So you had best please me. You wouldn't want to end up 
working for some half crazy pimp or selling your ass in 
a whore house in Mexico for a few pesos."

She shivered, not quite sure if I was serious or not. 
But I had the impression that even that horrible fate 
hanging over her head excited her.

Our waiter finally showed up and took our drink orders. 
He had a great view of Inga's pussy and the poor kid 
stared at it the entire time he was at our table taking 
our order. He had a hell of a time trying to tell us 
what today's specials were. It was pretty amusing for 
me and humiliating for Inga.

This was the kind of experience that she had fantasized 
about for years but could never experience. Not on her 
own. And she had never found the right man, until now, 
to make those fantasies a reality.

A lot of what I had planned was going to be new for me 
too. I had once had a part time master/slave 
relationship with a woman. We had lived together for 
two years and our relationship had developed quickly to 
the point where we had experienced some of the things 
that I had in mind for Inga. But we had just played 
around the edges. Some of Inga's fantasies went well 
beyond what I had experienced. I had similar fantasies 
though and I had written about many of them in my 
stories. I had every intention of making her dark 
dreams come true.

As you might expect, we received excellent service that 
afternoon. Inga and I talked quietly and got to know 
each other a little better. I had to stop her from 
self-consciously trying to cover herself from time to 
time. It was just a reflex. She didn't even seem to 
realize that she was doing it.

After we finished our lunch and our drinks we headed 
for the parking lot. I noticed that the four men at the 
next table followed us out. They were parked near my 
bike and just before we got on one of the men said to 
us, "My friends and I really enjoyed having you at the 
next table today." Then he said to me, "Your girlfriend 
is really beautiful."

I smiled and said, "She isn't my girlfriends. She's 
just a slave."

There was a whole range of expressions on the four 
men's faces, from shock to instant lust. I asked, "Did 
you get a good look at her pussy?"

The man who had been speaking responded, "As good as 
was possible from our angle."

I turned her to face them and said, "Go ahead slave, 
show the nice men your cunt. Hell! Let them see those 
tits too. Lift up your skirt and your top and go over 
there and thank them for being so complimentary."

I didn't think that her face could get any redder than 
it had up on the deck. But it damn sure did. She turned 
dark red and it spread all the way down her neck and 
down under her top. But she lifted her crop top and her 
skirt and then walked over to the four of them and 
allowed them to see what she looked like close up. I 
was tempted to offer them more than a look but I hadn't 
even fucked her yet. I thought I should have the honor 
of going first since I was her owner.

I watched as the four men examined Inga's charms. She 
was acting as if she hated what was happening but I 
knew better. The four men were apparently reluctant to 
go too far and at first they avoided touching her. 
Finally one of them grew a pair of balls and reached 
out and caressed one of her breasts. The others glanced 
at me to see if I was going to object. 

Hell! I thought I was going to have to show them how! 
Once the first man got away with it the others each 
began to explore her body as she stood there in the 
parking lot holding her top and her skirt up for them.

I was watching her and after a very short time I could 
see that she was getting far too aroused. I asked them 
to be careful. I wasn't ready to let her have an orgasm 
just yet. They reluctantly took their hands away and I 
ordered her to get on the bike for the ride home. 

She let her clothing fall back into place as she came 
back over to the bike. She was almost panting she was 
so turned on. It was all I could do to keep from 
bending her over and fucking her right there. Damn she 
was hot!

I unlocked the bike and got on and she stepped on 
behind me. I could tell right away that she no longer 
had any reservations about the bike. In fact, I would 
be willing to bet that she was looking forward to 
feeling it vibrating between her legs again. Her grip 
was much more relaxed now and I knew she was enjoying 
the ride.

I took the back roads home. It took about forty 
minutes. I pulled the bike into the garage and shut it 
off and we went inside.

As soon as we were alone in the house Inga seemed 
nervous again. I did nothing to try to calm her. I 
liked it that she was nervous. I led her into the 
living room and stood her in front of my chair and took 
a seat. I looked at her and ordered her to turn around 
slowly.

When she had turned completely around I asked, "Did you 
enjoy yourself this afternoon?"

She considered her response and finally she answered, 
"It was exciting. That's why I came here. So that you 
would make me do the things I fantasize about but could 
never do on my own. It was very embarrassing. But yes, 
I would have to say that I enjoyed it."

I said, "You aren't going to enjoy everything that 
happens to you in the next two weeks. Take off your 
clothes."

I had already seen her sexy body naked. She had sent me 
pictures before she came and I already knew how sexy 
she was. But seeing her in person was a whole lot 
sexier. I had been watching her every bit as much as 
those four golfers had a little while ago. But I didn't 
want her to know how anxious I was to explore that 
beautiful body. A woman this beautiful must be used to 
wrapping men around her little finger. She wasn't going 
to do that to me. She was going to experience a total 
loss of control in the next two weeks. That was the 
fantasy that we shared. 

Inga had shared some of her darkest fantasies with me 
and I had enjoyed them. Now I was going to make her 
dreams come true.

I watched her undress. It didn't take long. Since I had 
ordered her to travel with only this little crop top 
and the tiny skirt she had been wearing it only took 
seconds for her to get naked.

Once she was naked I spread my legs and pulled her 
closer. I moved my hands over her body for only a few 
seconds. Then I ran my finger lightly through the warm, 
wet crease between her legs. It came away soaked with 
her juices. 

I held my finger up to show her how wet it was. She 
already knew of course. But it embarrassed her that I 
had total control of her body now and it embarrassed 
her even more that I knew how much that aroused her.

She had to be very tired. She had had a long flight. 
She left home very early this morning and she probably 
didn't sleep all that well last night. I would be 
surprised if she didn't lay there in the dark with her 
boyfriend for a very long time last night, thinking of 
me, anticipating the many things that were going to 
happen to her when she arrived and gave herself to me 
to use as I wished.

I had a little more fun planned for her before I let 
her rest though. Besides, the longer she stayed up this 
evening the quicker she would recover from her jet lag.

I pushed her away and stood up. I led her upstairs, 
grabbing her bag on the way, and we went to the master 
bedroom. I undressed and we went into the master bath 
and took a long hot shower. I made her wash me but I 
did not return the favor this time. I would enjoy 
washing her sexy body later. Not this time though. I 
wanted the anticipation to build.

After our shower I took her back into the bedroom and 
ordered her to lie on the bed on her back. When she was 
in place I opened my nightstand and took out a 
blindfold and placed it over her eyes. 

I had already fastened short chains with heavy leather 
cuffs to all four corners of the bed. I pulled them 
into position and attached them to her wrists and 
ankles. When she was helpless I stood back and enjoyed 
the beautiful view. 

She was a very beautiful woman, but spread eagled naked 
and helpless in the middle of my bed the way that she 
was seemed to make her even more beautiful. She was 
very uncomfortable about posing for nude pictures. We 
had exchanged emails and chatted for months before she 
consented to send me a nude picture. 

One of the many plans that I had for her was to take as 
many pictures of her as I had the patience for. And not 
just me either. I was going to assure that pictures of 
her beautiful body were taken by any number of men. I 
started immediately. I picked up my digital camera and 
walked around the bed taking dozens of pictures of her 
from all angles. I got a lot of close-ups of her 
exposed pussy and her perfect tits. There would be many 
more over the next two weeks.

I put the camera down and got up on the bed with her. I 
lay on my side facing her and just enjoyed the view at 
first. Her nipples were hard already and her secretions 
were moistening the lips of her pussy again. 

I'm sure that she was nervous. She was taking a big 
chance coming all of this way to put herself in the 
hands of a total stranger. But it was also very 
exciting and I knew that she must be dying to be 
touched right now.

I began to tease her with a very light touch, moving my 
fingertips over her body. I avoided her breasts and her 
pussy though. I moved my hands over her face and neck 
and down across her chest between her breasts. I 
circled her breasts and teased them without actually 
touching them. I softly slid my fingers down across her 
flat stomach, just grazing over her soft skin until I 
reached her tiny patch of pubic hair. 

As my fingers moved around her pussy without actually 
touching it she moaned in frustration and lifted her 
ass off the bed in an attempt to be touched where she 
needed it most. But it was much too soon for that.

I continued to tease her this way, often touching 
nothing but the fine, almost invisible hairs that grew 
on her soft belly. She could feel little more than the 
heat from my fingers. It was driving her crazy and she 
was almost panting now. She began to beg me to touch 
her. She pleaded with me to stop teasing her and touch 
her pussy or her breasts. She was pulling at the chains 
holding her down and promising me anything if I would 
just stop tormenting her and touch her.

I would have liked to have drawn this out longer but I 
had been looking forward to this for far too long. I 
couldn't take any more of this teasing either. Not this 
time. The next time it would last much longer.

I leaned over and kissed her and she returned my kiss 
passionately. We kissed for a few minutes before I 
moved my lips down and began to nibble at her breasts. 
When I finally took one of her nipples into my mouth 
and began to bite it she screamed, "YES! Oh YES! Do 
that! Harder! Please don't stop!" and she came. It 
surprised her and she lay there regaining her composure 
and under her breath she was muttering something in her 
native language. 

I smiled down at her, enjoying her pleasure. I have 
always found that causing a woman that much pleasure is 
an extremely erotic event. There is a feeling of power 
that you get as you watch her lose control because of 
what you are doing. It is quite a rush.

I wasn't anywhere near finished though. I began to kiss 
my way down her stomach and I moved down and settled 
between her long slender legs. Once I was comfortable I 
began to kiss and lick all around her pussy. Even 
though I had only touched it once, before we came 
upstairs to show her how wet she was, her pussy was 
swollen and throbbing as if she had just had sex. It 
was obviously begging for attention.

I avoided actually touching her there as I kissed all 
around the area and the frustration was building in her 
again. She was lifting her ass off of the bed and 
moaning and finally she could stand it no more. She 
screamed, "GOD DAMN YOU…FUCK ME!!! DO SOMETHING!!"

I chuckled and that just increased her level of 
frustration. She groaned loudly and her ass dropped 
back onto the bed and as soon as she did that I dipped 
my head down and ran my tongue through her soaking wet 
slit from the bottom all the way up through the opening 
to her vagina and across her clit. 

She screamed wordlessly as my tongue touched her clit 
and she came again. I placed my mouth over her pussy 
then and stiffened my tongue and stuck it inside her 
pussy as far as I could. Then I started licking and 
sucking, enjoying the taste of her arousal as she 
stiffened and came several times, once more screaming 
wordlessly as she shuddered through one violent orgasm 
after another. Before she had time to catch her breath 
I was over her and I buried my cock inside her to the 
hilt. 

I am never going to have a career in porn. My cock is 
only a little over seven inches long and no more than 
average in circumference. But I normally have a lot of 
staying power and I have to rely on style and substance 
more than size so I work at making it good for my 
partner. 

Inga seemed to appreciate it. I started fucking her 
slowly at first. She pulled at her chains as I began to 
move in and out of her hot pussy and begged me to let 
her arms go so that she could hold me. There would be 
many times in the next two weeks that we would fuck 
without the chains. But the whole point of the chains 
and the blindfold were to make her feel helpless and 
free her to just enjoy getting fucked. The chains 
stayed on.

Inga continued to struggle with the chains as we 
fucked. I am pretty sure though, that if I had removed 
them she would have been disappointed. Whatever her 
true feelings about being in bondage she came twice 
more before I finally came inside of her.

I stayed inside of her until my cock was soft and 
enjoyed the heat from her tight pussy. I rested above 
her with my weight on my arms and looked down at her. 

This girl was good! She made me feel like a teenager 
again. I was just about to roll off of her when she 
lifted her head and kissed my chest. I was all sweaty 
but it didn't bother her at all. She licked the sweat 
from my chest for a moment before I moved down and 
placed my lips on hers. We kissed like a couple of 
horny teenagers for a few minutes before I finally 
rolled off of her and sat on the side of the bed 
staring at her sexy body.

I glanced at the clock. I knew that she must be 
exhausted but I thought that it would be better if she 
stayed awake until at least eight this evening. Then 
she could sleep like a log for twelve hours and 
hopefully when she awoke tomorrow morning she would be 
less affected by the time difference.

I unfastened the cuffs on her feet but before I 
released her arms I ran my hands over her body. Her 
nipples were instantly hard and ready to play some 
more. I dipped my fingers into her pussy and scooped up 
some of my cum and her juices. I spread the slimy 
mixture around her nipples and began to squeeze them 
and pull on them. I moved back and forth between them 
at first, but then I began to concentrate on her left 
nipple.

She was moaning again and pulling at the chains that 
still restrained her arms. Her head began to rock back 
and forth and under her breath she was whispering, 
"Nein, bitte nicht mehr."

Then she said, "Please, I can't take anymore. I can't 
cum again."

She was wrong about that! She came again as I squeezed 
and pulled on her nipple and then I reached down and 
easily slid three fingers inside of her juicy pussy. 
She was so tight that I don't think I could have gotten 
another one in there. She opened her legs to let me in 
and then, as my thumb began to tease her oversensitive 
clit she came again. 

I figured she had reached her limit then. I unfastened 
the cuffs on her wrists and finally I removed the 
blindfold. She had been in the dark for almost an hour 
and a half and she took a moment for her eyes to adjust 
to the light again. 

When she could see my face she smiled and said, "That 
was wonderful."

I teased her nipple idly and said, "Sometimes it will 
be nice. Most of the time you are here it won't be. I 
am going to make you do things that you enjoy reading 
about but don't have the nerve to do. Sometimes I am 
going to hurt you. I am going to humiliate you and 
degrade you and then I am going to write a story about 
you and tell everyone that reads my stories what 
happened to the beautiful young woman from Germany that 
came to visit me. Maybe when I finish the story I will 
put your name and address at the end of the story so 
that anyone that wants to can come to your home and do 
what they want with you too."

I could see that the idea of that turned her on. The 
reality would suck. But she didn't know me well enough 
to know if I would actually do something like that and 
the idea that it was something I might do turned her 
on.

I got up and said, "Come on. Let's go take another 
shower. We're nasty."

This time it was a long, slow shower with lots of 
touching. I soaped her up and enjoyed the way my hands 
glided over her slick body. She was a lot of fun to 
soap up and I spent a lot of time making sure she was 
clean. She returned the favor and she wasn't shy about 
making me feel just as good as I had made her feel a 
moment ago.

The bed was a mess so we changed the sheets and then we 
went downstairs and got a cold drink. By the time we 
finished our drinks it was almost eight o'clock so I 
took her up and put her to bed.

I lay with her and held her until she was asleep. She 
was exhausted and it didn't take long. Once she was 
breathing deeply and I was sure that she was sound 
asleep I got back up and went down the hall to my 
computer room. I added a few pages to the story I was 
working on and went to bed at ten.

It was strange, going back into my bedroom and seeing 
that beautiful girl in my bed. Strange, but in a very 
nice way.

I took my shorts and t-shirt off and joined her in bed. 
She didn't even stir as I crawled in beside her. When 
my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw that she was smiling 
in her sleep. It made me wonder what she was dreaming 
about. I wondered too if she would be smiling in her 
sleep tomorrow night.

I let her sleep late in the morning and she didn't wake 
up until almost nine. I was up at a little after six. I 
went down and made coffee and read the Sunday paper and 
waited until I heard her get up and use the bathroom.

When I heard movement upstairs I went up and we took 
another shower together. I ordered her to dress in her 
nicest dress and I helped her pick out a nice set of 
underwear. She almost seemed disappointed that I was 
dressing her so conservatively. I had plans for her 
though and I thought that what I had planned would be 
more exciting if she started out dressed the way she 
was now.

I dressed in a pair of casual slacks and a sports shirt 
and we headed for a nice place with a great Sunday 
brunch. We took the car this time. 

We were there early enough to get a seat out back on 
the deck overlooking the marsh. Inga got her first 
taste of the Southern delicacy known as grits. It had 
taken me years to develop a taste for them. The first 
few times that I tried them I thought that the box they 
came in had more flavor. Once you learn how to eat them 
though, they are really quite good if they are made 
right.

We finished our breakfast and relaxed over a cup of 
coffee for a few minutes. I was keeping my eye on the 
time. I had arranged to meet some friends and introduce 
them to Inga. When I told them that I was bringing them 
a beautiful young woman who was going to be my sex 
slave for the next two weeks and do anything that I 
wanted my friends were skeptical. But they were a group 
of horny old men, just like me, and they were willing 
to give me the benefit of the doubt. 

I knew these guys pretty well. We are the core of a 
group who get together on weekends to go on bike rides. 
We traveled to bike rallies together or traveled to 
places with scenic roads or better yet twisty roads and 
we got together from time to time to watch a big race 
or a big game at someone's house.

I was the oldest of the group at sixty-one. There were 
a couple of the guys in their late forties but most 
were in their fifties. I was retired but the others all 
worked, all but two at blue collar jobs. Jim was an 
attorney and Gary was a Podiatrist. Owning a Harley has 
become an expensive hobby. You can't keep one and spend 
a lot of time collecting unemployment. I had paid 
nearly the price of a Cadillac for my newest Harley by 
the time you added the price of the accessories and the 
chrome.

When it was time I escorted Inga back out to the car 
and drove across town to Smitty's house. Smitty was one 
of the two divorced men in our group. It looked like 
everyone was there when I pulled up into the driveway. 
The others had come on bikes and the driveway was full 
of big, expensive Harleys.

As I pulled into the driveway Inga finally realized 
that this was not going to be just another Sunday for 
her. I escorted her to the door and Smitty let us in. 
As soon as we stepped inside I asked Smitty for a pair 
of his handcuffs. Smitty is a cop and has all the fun 
toys. He pulled a pair off of his police belt hanging 
by the door and I cuffed Inga's hands behind her back. 
She shivered in anticipation as I closed the cuffs over 
her wrists and she was helpless.

There were a few whistles of appreciation when I pulled 
Inga into the living room. I had told my friends that 
she was beautiful but I have to be honest, I wouldn't 
have believed me either. I brought Inga to the center 
of the room and said, "Gentlemen, as promised, this is 
Inga. She is visiting from Germany and for at least the 
next two weeks she is my slut. I fucked her pretty good 
last night and I may join in later. For now though I 
just want to watch. I don't care what you do to her as 
long as I don't see any blood. You guys help 
yourselves. I haven't fucked her ass but she has a real 
nice cunt. I haven't taught her how to deep throat yet 
so that's something that we can work on this afternoon 
if anyone feels like it."

There were five men sitting around the room and Smitty 
standing on the other side of Inga. They all seemed to 
be waiting for the punch line. Inga, who was about to 
have the first of her many fantasies come true looked 
nervous. She looked around the room quickly and then 
stared at the carpet in front of her and waited for the 
men do whatever they wanted to do with her.

It started to look like none of my friends had any 
balls. I knew they were still trying to figure out if I 
was pulling some kind of joke on them. I thought I 
might get things going if I did something to 
demonstrate that I was serious. I stepped over behind 
Inga and put my arms around her. I kissed the back of 
her neck and then I grabbed the front of her blouse and 
tore it open. 

Buttons flew all around the room and Inga gasped in 
surprise. My friend's faces lit up as I pulled her 
blouse down off of her shoulders and left her standing 
with her demure bra exposed. 

Now she stood helpless and surrounded by strange men in 
her bra and they all got up at once and formed a circle 
around her. Most of my friends were pretty large men 
and Inga must have been feeling pretty overwhelmed now. 

I went to the kitchen and got a beer and took a seat 
out of the way. I saw her close her eyes and sigh as 
hands began to explore her body through her clothing. 
She was scared, but she was excited.

Jim, the attorney stepped away and came over to where I 
was seated. He leaned over and asked, "I'm all for a 
little gangbang Dave. I just want you to tell me that 
this isn't a rape."

I smiled at Jim and said, "She got on a plane yesterday 
morning and flew all of the way here to experience this 
sort of thing Jim. If you want I can show you some of 
her emails. She is nervous, but she hasn't said 'stop' 
has she?"

We both turned our attention back to Inga and I saw 
that her bra was now hanging from her elbows along with 
her blouse. I couldn't see her tits though. They were 
covered with large hands. As we watched, someone was 
pulling her skirt up and exposing her plain white 
panties.

I was watching her face when the first hand reached out 
and cupped her mound. She was trying hard to act like a 
victim of a gang rape. But I saw the pleasure on her 
face as my friends groped her roughly. 

I had thought that I would just watch this afternoon. 
But I was getting a very uncomfortable bulge in my 
slacks and I guess I was going to have to become more 
actively involved. But for now I was enjoying the show.

Someone unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor 
at her feet. Her panties followed in less than a 
minute. Fingers were now free to explore every part of 
her body and they did. 

Inga looked like she was going to have her first orgasm 
very soon. She tried to hide it but it was obvious. 
Apparently the reality of being taken by a group of 
large bikers was just as exciting as the fantasy.

Smitty said, "Fuck this shit! These things are in the 
way." He pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked 
the handcuffs and tossed them aside. As soon as they 
were gone someone roughly stripped off her blouse and 
bra. 

Kyle turned her to face him and using her ponytail as a 
handle he turned her face up and kissed her roughly. 
She stood still, returning his kiss passionately as the 
hands of the rest of the men continued to grope and 
pinch and pull at her soft, sexy body.

I wasn't sure who pushed her to her knees but as soon 
as Kyle broke the kiss someone pushed her down and I 
heard zippers being pulled down. I could only catch 
glimpses of her between their legs now as my friends 
began stuffing their cocks in her mouth. I heard her 
struggling to handle all of that cock. She slurped 
loudly on them and several times I heard her gag and 
choke before Jerry called out, "Look at that shit! She 
did it! She's got that thing all the way down her 
fucking throat!"

As far as I could tell she never struggled with them. 
She kept her hands on the cocks of the men on either 
side of her while the man in front of her fucked her 
mouth and throat. They all took a turn and they all 
came down her throat or in her mouth. During the entire 
time that she submitted to my friends and allowed them 
to fuck her throat the three who were not fucking her 
face or getting their cocks played with had their hands 
all over her body.

Some of them were pretty rough but she never once 
complained. I saw her wince from time to time but she 
never asked them to stop. 

By the time the last man had cum in her mouth the first 
few were hard again. She was pushed down on her hands 
and knees and Smitty dropped to his knees behind her. 
He pushed down on her back to adjust the angle and 
roughly forced his hard cock into her very wet pussy 
from behind. 

Inga grunted as he slammed into her but she stayed in 
whatever position they put her in and let them do 
anything that they wanted to her. They fucked her, one 
after another, using her like a piece of fuck meat. It 
was just what she wanted, just what she needed. I 
watched her closely and I lost count of the number of 
times she reached orgasm. 

She was getting pretty tired by the time the sixth man 
had fucked her. They took a lot longer this time around 
since they had already cum in her mouth. I don't think 
she came with the last two but still she didn't 
complain. She never said a word. She grunted in pain a 
few times. She had never been taken so roughly or by so 
many men at once and her body wasn't used to it. 

She collapsed when the last of them finished fucking 
her. I had to call her name several times to get her 
attention. She finally looked up to see what I wanted 
and I said, "Crawl over here slut. I want to try out 
that mouth of yours now that you can suck a cock the 
way a slut is supposed to."

Inga groaned as she got up on her hands and knees. I 
watched her tits sway as she crawled across the room. 
Just before she got to my chair I stood up and opened 
my slacks and pulled them and my shorts down and 
stepped out of them. When I was naked below the waist I 
sat down. 

Inga moved closer and took my cock into her mouth. She 
gripped me with her lips and slid her mouth down about 
half way. She groaned in pain and pulled back and tried 
again. This time her lips sank all the way to the base 
of my cock and I felt it slide into her throat. It was 
pretty amazing and I really enjoyed it. To be honest 
though, I think I got more pleasure from fucking her 
tight little pussy. This was exciting because it was 
hard for her. But her pussy was a better fuck.

She worked hard at my cock and I was pretty turned on 
from watching my first real live gangbang so I came 
pretty quickly. After I shot my cum into her mouth she 
swallowed and then just held my cock between her lips 
until it was soft. I patted her head and said, "Okay 
Inga. Go get yourself a beer and take a little break."

There was a look of gratitude on her face as she went 
to the kitchen and got a beer. By the time she came 
back into the room she had already gulped down half of 
the bottle. She put the bottle down on the table beside 
me and spoke for the first time since we had arrived.

She cleared her throat and said, "I need to use the 
toilet. I can't sit down like this."

Smitty said, "I'll take her."

He led her out of the living room and down the hallway. 
They had only been gone for a minute when I heard her 
cry out. A couple of minutes later Smitty came back 
into the room with a big smile on his face. He said, "I 
had to piss too. So I helped her rinse all that crap 
off of her pussy while she was sitting on the toilet. 
She'll be out after she takes a quick shower."

For about the next fifteen minutes or so, while Inga 
was taking a shower, I sat around and discussed her 
with my friends. I answered as few of their questions 
as possible. I did not tell them how we came to be in 
contact. I did not want them to know that we had met 
because she had read and been turned on by the stories 
I wrote and posted on the internet. I preferred the 
anonymity of the internet for a reason. Writing those 
nasty little stories is a very personal act. I am not 
ashamed of them. In fact, I think some of them are very 
well written and I am proud of them. But I wouldn't 
want it to be common knowledge among my biker friends 
that I was the person that was responsible for them.

I told my friends that she was just a normal, if very 
attractive young woman who had some kinky fantasies 
that she could not experience without the help of the 
right man. After talking with me for a while she 
decided that I was the right man. We worked it out so 
that she would visit me for two weeks and for those two 
weeks she was mine to do with as I pleased. I knew most 
of her fantasies and since the things that turned her 
on also turned me on I was pretty sure that we were 
going to have a good time.

I had just begun to tell them about what happened when 
we went out to eat yesterday when she came back into 
the room. Everyone looked up as she entered. She was 
blushing again. It looked very good on her.

For the next hour she served us drinks and spent time 
in everyone's lap being kissed and groped and molested. 
When she got back around to Smitty's lap he pulled her 
down and I saw her jump. His hand was between her 
thighs and I suspected that his finger was toying with 
her ass. My suspicion was confirmed when he turned to 
me and asked, "You did say when you came in that we 
could do anything we wanted as long as we didn't draw 
blood, right?"

I responded, "Yeah Smitty. You can fuck her ass. Just 
make sure you grease her up good and stretch her out a 
little. I don't want to have to take her to the 
emergency room when you're through fucking her."

He grinned and said, "I wouldn't want to hurt her man. 
I just want to try out that sweet ass."

He turned to Inga and asked, "How about it sweetheart, 
you've been fucked in the ass before haven't you?"

She nodded and answered, "Yes sir, a couple of times."

Smitty smiled and said, "You don't like it though, do 
you?"

She shook her head and said, "No. It hurts."

He stood her on her feet and said, "Wait right there. 
Don't move."

He got up and went down the hall and came back a moment 
later with a tube of lubricant in his hand. Gary saw 
what he had and asked, "Is that what you use on your 
boyfriend Smitty?"

After everyone chuckled at that Smitty replied, "No 
Gary. I never needed it with your sloppy ass."

I'm not sure which one of them came out ahead on that 
exchange.

Smitty sat back down in his chair and turned Inga 
around so that she was facing away from him. He ordered 
her to bend over and rest her hands on her knees. While 
she was getting into position he put some of the cold, 
greasy lubricant on his finger and after pausing to 
enjoy the view of her pretty ass for a second he 
reached out and pressed his finger against her anal 
opening and worked it inside.

She gasped when his finger entered her but she didn't 
move. We all watched as he worked his finger in and out 
of her for a minute or two. Then he pulled it out and 
repeated the process with two of his large fingers.

I was watching her face and I saw a mixture of 
emotions. She didn't like what he was doing but I'm 
pretty sure that the idea of what was happening to her 
now was turning her on. She was standing bent over and 
naked in a room full of older men and having her ass 
probed prior to having it fucked. This was a scene 
right out of her dirty mind and the more she didn't 
like it the more it would turn her on.

Smitty took his time. It was obvious that he was 
enjoying himself. You know how cops are. He worked at 
her ass with two fingers for a long time before he 
pulled out and repeated the process with three of his 
thick fingers. It hadn't been so bad with one finger 
and she had gotten used to two fingers fairly quickly. 
She was grunting with pain as he forced three fingers 
inside of her tight opening. It looked like his three 
fingers were quite a bit fatter than his cock though. 
When he finally did get around to sticking his dick in 
her it probably wouldn't be so bad. 

I suspected that it wasn't going to be just Smitty 
though. The other guys were all watching eagerly. I 
doubted if all of them could cum again but I wouldn't 
be surprised if they all took a few minutes to stick 
their hard dicks in her just to see what it felt like.

Smitty finally got his three fingers in all the way to 
the hilt and he slowly worked them in and out of her 
tight hole. She grunted with every painful stroke. It 
was obvious that it was painful for her. But I have to 
give her credit, she never moved and she never asked 
him to stop.

Smitty stood up after a few minutes and handed the tube 
of lubricant to Inga. He kept his three fingers inside 
of her and ordered her to spread the lube on his cock. 
She struggled to keep her balance as she spread some of 
the grease in her hand and reached back and started 
rubbing it all over his hard cock. 

When he was ready he finally pulled his fingers out of 
her ass and ordered her to her knees. She dropped down 
right in front of him and he went to his knees behind 
her. He pushed her head down to the carpet and ordered 
her to reach back and spread her ass open for him. 

She groaned again. This time I think that it was from 
embarrassment. She reached back and spread the cheeks 
of her ass wide apart. He edged forward a little and 
pressed the head of his cock against her hole and 
grabbed her hips. He ordered her to push out with her 
ass muscles as if she was trying to take a crap and he 
started pushing. 

It wasn't easy. He was applying a lot of force and she 
was groaning in pain but suddenly the head of his cock 
popped inside of her and slid in a couple of inches. 
Inga cried out in pain and Smitty sighed with pleasure.

Before he could push any more of his cock into, 
however, she pulled away and flipped over. She cried 
out, "No. I can't do that! It hurts me. I don't want to 
do that anymore."

Smitty grinned down at her and said, "You don't 
understand Inga. It isn't about what you want or what 
you like or what feels good to you. You are here to 
please us. You are here to amuse us and to do what 
turns us on. Now get back up so I can fuck you cute 
little ass."

Inga was scared but she stood her ground. She shook her 
head and said, "No! I won't let you!"

Smitty's grin just got bigger. He left the room and 
came back with some rope. He stood over Inga and said, 
"Last chance bitch."

She just shook her head and he reached down and grabbed 
a handful of her pony tail. He dragged across the floor 
to his coffee table and pushed her down over it. She 
was no match for that big man who, with his police 
training was used to subduing much bigger people than 
Inga.

He quickly had her tied face down across the table and 
now she was helpless. He dropped to his knees behind 
her and she tried to kick him but he deflected her weak 
attempt and smacked her ass so hard that the sound of 
it echoed through the room like a rifle shot. His cock 
was still hard and there was little doubt in my mind 
that subduing her like this had turned him on. He 
roughly began forcing his cock back into her ass and 
this time there was no escape for her.

She screamed in pain the first few times he forced his 
cock into her ass. But soon she gave up and once she 
relaxed I guess it wasn't so bad. She continued to 
grunt with every brutal thrust but she wasn't fighting 
him any longer. 

I wasn't a big fan of ass fucking but, like the others, 
I was fascinated by the way his large cock was being 
forced inside of her tight little ass. As more and more 
of his cock slid inside of her he started sighing 
louder and swearing under his breath. Once he had it 
all the way in and was pounding away at her he started 
describing what it felt like for the rest of us. He 
raved about how hot her ass felt on his cock and how 
tight it was.

All the guys were getting turned on watching. Hell! I 
even got hard again. But I still wasn't all that 
interested in fucking her ass even if it was exciting 
to watch.

It took Smitty a long time to cum. We are a group of 
old farts and I imagine that it has been a long time 
since most of us came twice in one session. It has been 
years since I could get off three times and I'm just as 
virile as any of these guys.

It probably took Smitty twenty minutes to cum. By the 
time he filled her ass she was crying softly. He 
ignored that though. He gripped her hips and fucked her 
hard for about thirty seconds and then he swore loudly 
and came in her ass. He stayed inside of her until his 
cock went soft and her ass just kind of squeezed him 
out. 

He got up and went around to her head. He grabbed her 
ponytail and pulled her head up and forced his cock 
into her mouth. She gagged a couple of times but she 
managed to suck him clean. He gave her plenty of time 
to suck his nasty cock clean and then he returned to 
his chair and began sucking on his beer.

Just as I expected, the other guys lined up and fucked 
her ass for a few minutes. A couple of them acted like 
they were cumming but I didn't believe it and the 
others didn't even bother to fake it. They just crammed 
their hard cocks into her ass and fucked her for a few 
minutes. Then they pulled out and forced her to suck 
them clean while the next man took his turn.

When they were done with her we left her tied up and 
helpless. She had cum dribbling out of her ass and her 
thighs were pretty nasty but even so she looked pretty 
hot like that.

I left her there for a while and then I untied her and 
sent her back to the bathroom to clean up and I told 
her to bring a towel out with her. I got us both a beer 
and when she returned I took the towel from her and 
spread it on my lap and pulled her down. When she was 
comfortable I handed her a cold beer and we sat around 
and shot the shit for a little while and drank Smitty's 
beer.

Inga was quiet but now that the ass fucking was over 
she seemed to have calmed down and accepted what had 
happened.

The guys all wanted to know when we could do it again 
and I suggested that we meet out at the river next 
Saturday. There was a place in the woods that we liked 
to go and have a fire and drink and tell lies. 
Sometimes we pitched tents and spent the night. 

I suggested that we check the weather towards the end 
of the week and if it wasn't going to rain we could 
spend Saturday night and Sunday morning out there. 
Everyone thought that was a great idea and we talked 
about inviting a few more guys just to make it 
interesting.

I finally finished my beer and pushed Inga to her feet. 
I ordered her to go around to each of my friends and 
thank them for fucking her before we left.

She started with Jerry on my left and went around to 
each of the men. She stood in front of them and as they 
groped her she thanked them for fucking her as politely 
as possible.

When she got back around to me I told her to put her 
skirt and her blouse on. The buttons were all missing 
from her blouse so she had to tie it together under her 
tits. I held up her bra and panties and asked if anyone 
wanted any souvenirs. Most of the guys were married and 
didn't dare. Smitty was quick to jump up and grab them. 
He smiled and said, "I'm going to tack them up on the 
wall so everyone can see them. I'll get a picture of 
her later to hang up with them."

I said, "I'll make sure you do Smitty." Then we left.

Inga was walking a bit stiffly as we made our way out 
to the car. Once I pulled away from the house and 
headed back home I asked, "Well, was it as exciting as 
you thought it would be?"

She was slumped against her door with her eyes closed. 
She looked exhausted. When I spoke she opened her eyes 
and smiled. Then she said, "I thought they were going 
to fuck me to death. My ass hurts like hell. I hated 
it. And I loved it!"

I laughed at the way she responded. She sounded just as 
cute as she looked. I drove home and parked in the 
garage. We went inside and took a shower and I found 
some ointment for her ass. I made her stretch out on 
the bed and I applied it gently to her little back 
entrance. As I was working it in she asked, "Does it 
look okay?"

I said, "It looks good enough to eat. Or at least it 
would if it wasn't so greasy."

She moaned with pleasure as I worked the cream inside 
of her butt. When I was done she asked, "Why didn't you 
fuck my ass?"

I slapped her butt playfully and said, "I told you 
before, I love your ass. I love the way it looks and 
the way you react when I stick my tongue in it. But I 
like pussy. I don't see the point in fucking an asshole 
when there is a perfectly good cunt right there beside 
it. And you do have a perfect cunt."

She was starting feel relaxed and drowsy and I had 
plans for this evening so I let her take a nap while I 
went down and read the paper. I figured it would be a 
day or two before she was fully recovered from her trip 
and she had gotten quite a workout already today.

When she got up I made a light supper and we went back 
upstairs and got dressed. I picked out a miniskirt and 
a sheer blouse for her but I also let her put underwear 
on. 

She was once more surprised when I let her dress like 
she might normally when she went out in the evening. 
She expected me to be dragging her around town half 
naked all the time. I explained to her that sometimes 
the fun is in undressing a fully dressed woman. 
Sometimes you want to savor the process.

She thought about what I said for a moment and then she 
smiled and said, "You mean it's all about the tease."

I smiled and said, "Sometimes."

We left the house at around 8:30 PM and I drove to a 
club I knew about. I had already talked to the manager 
and he was expecting us.

I parked in the back and went in through an unmarked 
door. Inga had no idea what was inside. We went up a 
dark hallway and into the front. Inga looked around and 
saw that the walls were covered with pictures of women 
in various stages of undress. Some of the shots were 
positively vulgar. A very few were quite good, artistic 
even. Most were just normal pictures of bored looking 
women undressing and posing nude.

A large black man looked up when we came in and smiled. 
He said, "Right on time! Does your friend know why she 
is here yet?"

I responded, "Nope, not a clue."

He came out from behind the counter and looked Inga 
over. She stood passively as he circled her and then 
tilted her head up and looked her in the face. She 
looked nervous. She still didn't know what kind of 
place this was or what was going to happen to her here.

The black man said, "Hey girl. My name is Al. I own 
this place." 

After looking at her face and body he turned to me and 
said, "I could make a lot of fucking money with this 
broad. Look at that face!"

He looked down at her tits and then turned back to me 
and said, "Let's go into my office."

We went behind the counter and through a door into a 
small office. Just like the outer room the walls were 
covered with pictures of naked and nearly naked women. 
I liked it but I doubt if my wife would have let me do 
my computer room this way.

Al stood in front of his desk and leaned back against 
it. He pulled Inga in front of him and said, "Dave 
didn't tell you why you are here?"

Inga shook her head nervously.

Al smiled and said, "Let me explain then. But while I 
do that, I want you to get down and suck on my cock."

Inga had never had sex with a black man and she was 
nervous but I knew from our conversations on the 
internet that the idea of it, the idea of being taken 
by a black man, that was just the kind of thing that 
she didn't want to do. And it was just the kind of 
thing that would excite her for that very reason.

She dropped to her knees on the dirty rug in front of 
his desk and when he didn't move she unfastened Al's 
pants and pulled them and his shorts down to his knees. 
Al is a very dark skinned black man. His long, very fat 
cock was so black it was almost purple. He had a bit of 
a gut but his cock was big enough that it didn't 
matter.

Inga stared at his cock for a second or two. Then she 
took it in her hand and worked it while it grew to full 
length. It was impressive. She stared at it for a few 
moments and then began taking as much of it as she 
could into her mouth.

Al watched her for a minute and then he told her why 
she was here. "What I do here Inga, is I provide pretty 
young women for my customers to come in and take 
pictures of. I don't know how many men will be here for 
your set. It could be a half a dozen or it could be two 
dozen. It varies. You are going to go into one of the 
studios with the men and they will take some pictures 
of you. After a few minutes your blouse comes off and 
they take more pictures. Then your skirt comes off."

Inga was listening, but she was paying more attention 
to his large cock. She was having a very hard time 
trying to take it in her throat. She could only get 
about three inches of it in her mouth because it was so 
fat. She was trying though.

Al continued with his description of what was about to 
happen to her. "You pose in your underwear for a few 
minutes and then the bra comes off. Finally the panties 
come off. Some of the guys are going to want their 
pictures taken with you. If they do anything that is 
against the rules I will stop it. So you just go along 
with whatever happens in there. After you have posed 
for them in the nude for a while and they are all horny 
for your hot little cunt then they can decide if they 
want to pay the extra fee to fuck you."

Al was gripping her head and trying to force more of 
his fat cock into her mouth as he talked. He seemed to 
be having trouble concentrating though and from the 
sound of it I thought that he would cum before long.

He was a little breathless as he said, "They won't be 
taking pictures of you fucking them and sucking them. 
But I have cameras all around the room recording it and 
you'll get a copy of the DVD for a souvenir of your 
trip to America. The other copies will be on sale out 
front."

Al made one last attempt to get more of his cock into 
Inga's mouth and then he filled her mouth with cum. It 
must have been quite a load because she really had to 
struggle with it. She finally got it all down and then 
he let her get a little air before he made her hold his 
softening cock in her mouth while he finished telling 
her what was going to happen.

He reached down and patted her head and said, "Normally 
that would be the end of the evening for you. But we 
are going to have a special show after that. I have 
invited some of my friends and my better customers to a 
little performance that you are going to put on. It's 
going to be something that they don't get to see every 
day, especially with a sweet young thing like you, and 
I'm looking forward to it myself."

Al pushed Inga's head away and pulled his pants back up 
and fastened them. He said, "Now, I want you to go out 
into the lobby and let the customers get to know you. 
Answer their questions, make them feel comfortable. You 
get the idea, right?"

Inga got to her feet. There were tears streaming down 
her cheeks from the brutal face fuck. She wiped them 
away with her hands and looked around for a tissue. 
There weren't any evident so she wiped her hands on her 
skirt and looked down to make sure her clothing was 
clean and straight. Then she followed us out of the 
office. 

I was surprised. I hadn't heard anyone come in. I guess 
I had been distracted. But there were nine men waiting 
quietly on the other side of the counter. They seemed 
to range in age from one guy that didn't look like he 
was eighteen yet all the way up to one guy that looked 
like he was in his seventies.

The men looked up when we came out of the office and Al 
said, "Gentlemen! Welcome! This sweet young thing is 
Inga. She is going to be our next model. I want you to 
make her feel comfortable. This is her first time and 
she is a little nervous. The next performance will 
start in about fifteen minutes."

He shoved Inga over to the center of the room and as 
the men turned their attention to her he said, "I 
wouldn't recommend that anyone kiss her just now. 
Unless you are wondering what my cum tastes like that 
is."

Inga was already as embarrassed as she could get. The 
remark seemed to make her cringe though. The men 
gathered around her. At first they just looked her 
over. Finally one of the older men put his arm around 
her shoulder in a friendly way and said hello. After 
she answered he heard her accent and asked her where 
she was from. 

She told him and I saw her react when his hand came to 
rest on her tit as the others all watched. He squeezed 
her tit and asked, "This is your first time? What is a 
nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You 
don't look like a whore."

Her eyes got wide and she responded quickly, "I'm not a 
whore!"

The man squeezing her tit chuckled and said, "You are 
now bitch. Before very long we are all going to be 
fucking your sweet pussy or your mouth. And we are 
going to have to pay Al to do it. That makes you a 
whore. What did you think you were doing here?"

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I didn't 
know. My master brought me here. He didn't tell me 
why."

The man looked at her in disbelief and said, "You mean 
you've never sold your pussy before?"

She looked him right in the eye and said, "I certainly 
have not!"

He laughed and said, "I don't guess that matters. 
You're a whore now."

He took his hand off of her tit and his arm slid down 
her back. He rested his hand on her ass for a minute 
and then he reached lower and lifted her skirt enough 
that he could rest his hand on her panties.

Just then two more men came in and came to a sudden 
stop when they saw what was happening. They watched as 
the first man squeezed the cheek of the obviously 
uncomfortable Inga's ass while a man on the other side 
of her reached up and started playing with her tit. The 
two newcomers were forced to move when another man came 
in and then several more entered the room. As show time 
neared the room was beginning to fill up. 

Al was finally satisfied with the size of the crowd and 
he stepped up to the counter and said, "Gentlemen. It's 
time to start. Is there anyone here that doesn't know 
the rules?"

No one spoke.

Al said, "Alright gentlemen. Get your wallets out."

Just then the phone rang and Al excused himself and 
went into his office. When he came out a few minutes 
later he went to the counter and held out his hand.

The men lined up at the counter and I counted them as 
they handed Al fifty dollars apiece. There were 
fourteen of them. I watched as the youngest of them 
came through the line. Even close up I didn't think he 
was eighteen but Al didn't say a word. He took the 
kid's money just like he did with all the others and 
then we all went down the hall to one of the studios.

When we were inside Al pointed out the three separate 
areas in the front of the room to Inga and said, "You 
start out there on the right in the living room set. 
You pose until the bell rings and then you take your 
blouse off. All you have to do is everything you are 
told and you'll do fine. Once you are naked you move to 
that fur rug on the raised dais in the center of the 
room and pose in any manner that the customers request 
until the bell rings again. 

At that time you move to the bed on the left and do 
whatever they want…with no arguments. I don't want any 
complaints or I'll lose my sense of humor. Just do what 
you're told. And get that dazed look off of your 
fucking face bitch. I want to see some smiles."

The men were gathered around the living room set in the 
right hand corner of the room and Inga made her way 
through them to the set. The bell rang and she 
struggled to smile as the cameras came up and they 
started taking pictures. 

They started giving her directions almost immediately. 
She was ordered to sit on the couch and spread her legs 
so that they could get pictures of her panty covered 
crotch. When everyone had a chance to get that picture 
she was made to get up on the couch on her hands and 
knees and permit pictures of her bra covered breasts as 
her blouse fell away. Unfortunately, it didn't fall 
open far enough so one of the men reached up and 
unfastened a couple of buttons until they were 
satisfied with the effect. 

She was left in that position and someone else went up 
and pulled her skirt up over her ass, baring her panty 
covered ass for more pictures.

By the time they had all gotten that shot the bell rang 
and she straightened up and took her blouse off. I was 
standing in the back of the room enjoying the show and 
she glanced up at me nervously. I thought of how 
reluctant she had been to share her pictures with me on 
the internet. She was really uncomfortable with the 
idea of all of these men possessing pictures of her 
undressing and then nude. She was probably afraid that 
they would end up all over the internet and she was 
probably right. I didn't doubt that before she could 
return home to Germany her friends and co-workers would 
be able to find nude pictures of her on the net if they 
put a little effort into it.

Inga began to pose as the men directed her, now without 
her blouse. The men didn't exhibit a lot of imagination 
though and the poses were pretty much a repetition of 
the previous ones.

The bell rang again and Inga stood up and removed her 
skirt. The customers were getting more interested now 
and half way through this set a man from the group went 
up on the set and posed with her. He stood behind her 
and cupped her bra encased tits. After the men took 
several pictures he reached a hand down inside the 
front of her panties and cupped her pussy as more 
pictures were taken. 

He was still up there when the bell rang again and he 
smiled and said, "Here, let me help you with that." 

He unfastened her bra and slid it off of her tits. Now 
that she was posing in only her panties he rejoined the 
men and started taking pictures again. It was obvious 
that Inga hated this, especially the part about the 
pictures. But she didn't dare refuse anyone anything. 
They were constantly reminding her to smile and she 
kept trying. She wasn't very convincing, but she tried.

Half way to the next bell another man put his camera 
down and went up to pose with her. This time he was 
cupping her naked tits in his hand and roughly pinching 
and pulling on her nipples. He had his arms around her 
and he was grinding his groin against her as he leaned 
down and whispered something in her ear that made her 
even more nervous.

He stepped back when the bell rang again and someone in 
the group instructed Inga to turn her back to them and 
keep her legs straight as she bent down slowly and 
removed her panties. 

She took a deep breath and obeyed. 

When she had stepped out of her panties she was ordered 
to stay bent over and spread her legs farther apart. 
There were more pictures and then they told her to 
reach back and spread her ass cheeks open for them. 
Several minutes later I heard someone tell her to 
spread her pussy for them but Al interrupted. 

He said, "Gentlemen, she is supposed to move to the fur 
for this next set. Inga, move over to the dais and pose 
on the fur."

I didn't see the point but Inga moved the short 
distance to the small raised dais and resumed posing as 
the men instructed her. This session lasted a little 
longer and there were no pauses to remove clothing. 
After several minutes different men began to hand their 
cameras to the others so that they could have their 
pictures taken with her. They all groped her freely and 
assumed some very compromising poses. One of the men 
even pulled his cock out of his pants and posed with it 
in Inga's mouth. 

Al watched with a big smile for a few moments before he 
said, "Gentlemen, that's against the rules. Put your 
cock away man. You'll have to wait a few more minutes 
if you want a blowjob from the bitch."

Inga was forced to pose while getting groped by men 
from the group for about another ten minutes before the 
bell rang again. When the bell rang this time Al 
stepped forward. As he moved to the front he said, 
"Okay gents; please put your cameras away now. It's 
time for the part of the show you have all been waiting 
for. If you want to fuck her it's time to pay up. Since 
prostitution is illegal in this state I can't have you 
taking pictures of our new whore fucking you for money. 
Remember, you can fuck her pussy or her mouth. Her ass 
is off limits. If everyone gets a turn before the final 
bell rings then you can start going around again. But 
make sure that everyone has had a chance to fuck the 
bitch before you go for seconds."

Al took her by the arm and pulled her over to the bed 
and ordered her to get up on the bed on her hands and 
knees. As soon as she was in place Al stepped back and 
there was a crush of men shoving money into Al's hands 
and rushing over to try to be first to use her two 
available orifices. 

It was fun to watch for the first few minutes but I 
couldn't really see her well enough to take pleasure 
from her discomfort and it very quickly got to be 
boring. I felt compelled to hang around and watch 
though. Just to make sure that no one hurt her. I 
hadn't thought to ask how long this would take when I 
set this all up earlier. Now I turned to Al and asked, 
"How long before the next bell rings?"

He responded, "For this many men I have to allow three 
hours. If I don't give them all enough time to fuck her 
at least once I'll lose customers."

Damn! I should have brought a book to read! It was only 
a little after ten now. Then I remembered that the 
special show we had talked about was supposed to take 
place after we were done in here. 

Al saw the look on my face and laughed. He knew what I 
was thinking. He said, "I had to postpone the special 
show. That phone call I took before I brought everyone 
down here was from the handler. Some of the people 
couldn't make it, including the handler. I figured that 
since you are retired you would rather postpone it than 
hang around all fucking night anyway. I rescheduled for 
tomorrow evening at eight. Is that alright with you?"

I couldn't think of any reason I couldn't make it. I 
nodded. He was right. I had no desire to spend all 
fucking night here.

I turned my attention back to the sex show. There was 
the constant sound of flesh slapping flesh and the 
occasional moan from Inga as a new cock entered her or 
someone thrust into her body with more force than was 
necessary. Once in a while the crowd of men separated 
enough that I could see what was happening. She had 
tears in her eyes but I didn't know if that was a 
reaction to the cocks being shoved down her throat or 
if she was sorry she had made this trip or if she was 
in a lot of pain. She was not enjoying what was being 
done to her. But then, that was the point, wasn't it.

I noticed the cameras spread around the ceiling which 
covered the entire room and I had noticed that they 
would zoom in on the action from time to time. So I 
knew that there was a camera operator working to get 
some good shots. I asked Al how long it would be before 
they would have the DVD ready. 

He said, "The guys have gotten pretty good at this. I 
can have a high quality DVD edited and packaged with 
cover art and credits ready for sale in twenty-four 
hours. I can probably have one ready for you when you 
come back tomorrow."

I nodded and said, "Two DVDs please. Inga should get 
one to take home with her."

Al said, "If I was you I'd keep the bitch around. 
That's some quality pussy you got there. A bitch that 
hot that does anything you tell her to do…that's worth 
holding on to."

I smiled and said, "I agree Al. I just don't think my 
wife would feel the same way about it when she gets 
home from her cruise."

I moved away from the wall and joined the group of men 
who were still swarming around Inga. I worked my way 
through the press of horny men and stood by the side of 
the bed. The man who was fucking her now was nearing 
orgasm and each violent thrust of his cock forced a 
grunt from Inga's cock filled mouth. When I moved 
closer I saw that there were streams of cum running 
down off of her chin and down her chest. Her thighs 
were coated with it already and her evening was only 
half over. 

While I was standing by the side of the bed I heard one 
of the men complain to Al about how nasty she was. Al 
just laughed and responded, "Jesus man. It's a fucking 
gangbang. If you want some pristine pussy go home to 
your wife. Oh wait, I just remembered. If your wife 
would let you fuck her you wouldn't be here!" He 
laughed heartily at his customer's expense. The man 
said, "Fuck you Al," and turned and returned to the 
press of men watching and waiting their turn.

I watched as several of the men fucked her at either 
end. I began to get the impression that these guys 
weren't going to last anywhere near three hours. I 
thought this would all be over in two at the most.

Al called me back over to where he was leaning against 
the wall and said, "Since we are postponing the special 
until tomorrow, I have an idea for an ending to 
tonight's show that will spice it up a little and it 
will only take a couple of minutes. How about if we 
take her into the shower afterwards and anyone that 
wants to can piss on her? That will get most of the cum 
off of her. Do you have a problem with that?"

I smiled and said, "As long as I don't have to take her 
home like that it might be amusing."

I had been right about the men only lasting two hours 
and before long there was only one last man trying to 
get Inga to suck on his semi-hard cock. She was a 
fucking mess and I wouldn't have touched her if it had 
been me. 

The customers started getting their stuff together to 
leave and Al called them over and told them what he had 
in mind for a finale. A few were grossed out and left. 
Most were amused and hung around after being assured 
that they would be allowed to photograph the event.

When the last man finally gave up and stepped away from 
the bed Al ordered Inga to her feet. She had collapsed 
onto the nasty, cum covered bed when finally left alone 
and now she rolled over and sat up with difficulty. She 
was unsteady on her feet but she was so covered in 
slime that no one wanted to help her. She supported 
herself against the side of the bed until she felt able 
to stand unassisted and then she turned to face Al.

Al ordered her to follow him and he walked to the door 
and went out into the hallway. She groaned and walked 
stiffly after him. She was holding onto her stomach and 
walking with her legs spread farther apart than normal 
as she waddled across the room and out the door.

I followed her and the rest of the men followed behind 
me talking quietly among themselves and laughing. They 
were still having a pretty good time. Al led the way to 
a large bathroom with an old claw-foot bathtub against 
one wall. Inga followed him in and as I entered behind 
her I looked up and noticed more cameras in the 
ceiling. Al must have every square inch of this place 
covered.

Al placed the plug in the tub's drain and ordered Inga 
to get inside and kneel. She still didn't know what was 
about to happen.

Inga had trouble lifting her leg high enough to get in 
the tub but on her second effort she managed to climb 
in and drop to her knees. She had a slightly vacant 
look on her face. She was following commands and 
complying without argument or complaint but she seemed 
to have gone somewhere else in her mind. She was about 
to be brought back to the present I suspect.

There was only room for four men at a time to stand at 
the tub. The nearest four men stood beside the tub and 
pulled their soft cocks out but Inga hardly seemed to 
notice. Not until the first stream of hot piss hit her 
right in the chest.

The men not pissing on her were crowded around trying 
to take pictures. They got some great shots when that 
first stream of piss hit her.

She screamed and looked up with a look on her face that 
was hard to interpret. It was somewhere between horror 
and dismay. But even this didn't cause her to rebel. 
She stayed on her knees with her hands at her sides 
while all four men directed streams of piss all over 
her head and her body. When the second group of men 
stepped forward one of them ordered her to lie on her 
back and hold her pussy open with her fingers. 

She was crying loudly now but she reached between her 
legs and spread her vaginal lips open and held them 
there while four more streams of nasty piss covered her 
body from the hair on her head to her thighs. They 
aimed primarily for her face and her tits and her pussy 
but the cum that had oozed out of her pussy and was 
coating her thighs was also getting washed away.

The second group finally finished and the four 
remaining men stepped up to the side of the tub. One of 
them looked down at her, lying in piss a couple of 
inches deep now and said, "Open your mouth you stupid 
cunt. Your breath stinks. I have some mouthwash for 
you."

She was lying there, still holding her pussy open. She 
was sobbing more quietly now. She slowly opened her 
mouth and two of the last four men directed their 
entire streams into her mouth. 

She didn't swallow it. I watched it swirl around her 
mouth and overflow and stream down her cheeks and over 
her chin. She was ordered to hold the last of it in her 
mouth when they finished and the men all came back up 
to the tub a few at a time and took pictures of her 
lying there in the piss from a dozen men.

When everyone had gotten all of the pictures that they 
wanted Al escorted them out. He led them out to the 
lobby, unlocked the door and after they left he locked 
up again. 

I had been watching Inga. She hadn't moved except to 
finally spit out the last of the piss from her mouth. 
Well, she had moved actually. I noticed that she was no 
long holding her pussy open. She was rubbing it now. 

She had her eyes closed to keep the piss from getting 
into them and I suspect that she thought that she was 
alone in the room. I don't think that she realized that 
I had stayed in the room and was watching her quietly 
to judge her reaction. 

When the last of the customers had filed from the room 
and it was quiet she had turned her head and spit out 
the mouthful of piss and then her hands had released 
her swollen pussy lips. Now her fingers were rubbing 
her clit and squeezing it gently and her breathing had 
begun to get more labored.

Al finally came back into the room and I held my finger 
to my lips to indicate he should be quiet as he 
entered. He approached the tub and looked down at her 
and he almost laughed out loud when he realized that 
she was lying there covered in piss and masturbating. 

He watched for a minute and then he pulled his cock out 
and let go another stream of hot piss right in her 
face. As soon as she felt it hit her face Inga opened 
her mouth again and her ass came up out of the piss in 
the bottom of the tub as her body went stiff and she 
had a huge orgasm.

I couldn't wait to see the expression on her face when 
I made her watch this on DVD later.

Al put his cock away and pulled the plug on the tub. He 
put a clean towel on a towel rack and ordered Inga to 
get up and take a shower.

We went out front and waited and I looked through some 
of the DVDs he had on sale. He had some interesting 
stuff but most of the girls were prostitutes and that 
kind of took the fun out of it for me. He showed me a 
few of his "special interest" DVD's that he didn't put 
on display though and I bought a couple of those. 

I asked him which category Inga's movie would be in and 
he informed me that tonight's epic would be available 
to the general public. It would be on sale here in the 
club, at several local adult bookstores and on a couple 
of internet sites. Tomorrow's "special interest" movie 
would only be available to a special client list and a 
special interest web site to approved customers who 
were members of the site.

Inga finally came out. She was still naked. She 
couldn't find her clothes. She still looked kind of 
dazed. Al went out and came back with her skirt and 
blouse. Her underwear was missing.

She struggled into her clothes and I said goodnight to 
Al and he escorted us to the back door. I held the car 
door for Inga. She was still walking funny. I helped 
her into the car and drove home. When we got inside I 
made her a drink and brought her some Tylenol. 

She had not said a word all the way home. She just 
stared out through her window and groaned when the car 
hit an occasional bump. When we got inside she walked 
stiffly to the couch. Before she sat down she felt the 
back of her skirt and asked, "Have you got a towel or 
something that I can sit on? I think my poor pussy is 
still dripping cum." I got her a towel from the 
downstairs bathroom and she sat down carefully. Her 
body had really taken a beating today. I guess it's a 
good thing that the last thing we had planned for her 
had been postponed.

I brought her the drink and the pills and she gulped 
them down. I sat near her in my chair and sipped my 
drink. It was late but we needed to unwind before we 
went to bed. 

She had been staring blankly at the wall for a long 
time but finally she turned to look at me and said, 
"Fuck me! This has been a long damned day!"

I had to agree with that. For the most part I had only 
watched and I was exhausted.

We finished our drinks and I helped Inga up the stairs 
and into bed. We both fell asleep immediately.

The next morning we took a shower together and I 
dressed her in a t-shirt dress and took her out to 
breakfast. In case you are wondering I'm actually a 
very good cook. Unfortunately I am also lazy. I much 
prefer to have someone else cook my meals and clean up 
the kitchen. When my wife is home I do the cooking and 
she cleans up the kitchen. She can't even boil water 
without burning it. Friends have tried to convince me 
that she is just trying to get over on me. Trust me. 
I've eaten her cooking and her mother's cooking. 
Neither one could cook.

After breakfast we went to a big adult bookstore near 
the interstate. I figured it was too early for the 
locals. But I had noticed a lot of big rigs at this 
place at all hours of the day and night. 

I wasn't disappointed. When I pulled up in front of the 
place there were a dozen eighteen wheelers parked in 
the back lot.

When I was in Germany they didn't have places like 
this. That was a long time ago but since Europeans are 
so much more mature about matters of sexuality I 
assumed they still didn't have places like this and 
that Inga wouldn't know what it was.

I escorted her inside and when she stepped in the door 
and saw what was on display all around her she came to 
a sudden stop. She looked around and then she looked at 
me questioningly. I just smiled and started looking 
around. I hadn't been in one of these places in a long 
time either. This was a far cry from the place I used 
to go to rent XXX movies when VCRs first went on the 
market.

There was row after row of the most obscene magazines 
and movies. I looked at a few of the movies. The women 
seemed to be much more attractive now but the movies 
sounded boring as hell.

There was a large selection of toys. There were some 
things for men but they seemed pretty silly. Most of 
the things on display were toys for women. There was 
also a small selection of slutty women's clothing. 
Mostly short shorts, miniskirts and t-shirts and crop 
tops with nasty things written on them. There was a 
selection of silly costumes like a French maid costume, 
that sort of thing. 

As we moved through the store I noticed that we had 
attracted the attention of the male customers. That 
would be everyone in the store. There were ten or 
twelve guys following us around. They were keeping 
their distance but they were staying close enough to 
keep an eye on Inga.

I looked through the t-shirts and crop tops and picked 
out a few with nasty slogans written on them. I called 
out to the old guy behind the counter and asked if it 
would be alright if Inga tried a couple of these on. 

It wasn't until he answered that I recognized his voice 
and knew who the clerk was. He had been on some of our 
rides with us. I didn't know him that well but we knew 
each other.

He responded that he would like to help me out but that 
he didn't have changing rooms. Not many of his 
customers were women.

I smiled and said, "That's no problem."

Then I ordered Inga to hand me her dress.

She must have known that it was coming. She didn't even 
hesitate. She reached down and pulled her little jersey 
dress up and over her head and handed it to me. I had 
to guess at her size. She looked like a small to me.

I handed her a t-shirt and while she was putting it on 
the men that had been standing nearby all gathered 
closer for a better look.

The t-shirt fit her perfectly. In big black letters it 
said, "It's Magically Delicious!!" and had a finger 
pointing down towards her pussy.

There was laughter from the audience. I told her to 
take it off and handed her another one. She slipped it 
on and then looked down to see what it said. In large 
letters across her tits it said, "Sex with strangers is 
better!"

I moved over to the display of crop tops and started 
looking at them. The first one I picked out said, "I 
got gangbanged…I loved it!"

Inga looked down and saw what it said and looked up at 
me and said, "I didn't like it that much!"

I found another that said, "OWNED!!" and one more that 
said, "I Swallow!"

She tried them both on and I took them up to the 
counter. I had the new tops in one hand and her little 
t-shirt dress in the other. I placed her tops on the 
counter and while Jake was ringing them up I asked 
about the movies in the back.

He told me that there was a small theater that was 
showing a movie. It was also showing on the TV over his 
head. I looked up and knew right away that I wasn't 
interested. He said that they also had a couple dozen 
booths in the back but that I would need to buy a 
minimum of five dollars worth of tokens if I wanted to 
go back there. 

I opted for the peep shows and I paid for the tops and 
got the tokens. I left the clothes, including Inga's 
dress on the counter and told him that I'd pick them up 
on the way out. Then I grabbed the tokens and Inga 
followed me through the store to the door in back that 
led to the peep shows. 

Jake buzzed me in and we came to a stop just inside and 
let our eyes adjust to the darkness. There was a long 
hallway with doors every five or six feet that led into 
small rooms that were about four feet deep by three 
feet wide. In the back of each booth was a small TV and 
in the middle of each one there was a single, straight 
back chair. 

I had heard about these places but had never been in 
one before. I started down the aisle and looked in a 
couple of booths to see if they were all the same. They 
seemed to be. 

I saw movement and realized for the first time that 
there were several men standing farther down the 
hallway watching us. I hadn't even seen them when I 
came in. 

Just then the door behind me opened and the men that 
had been out front started coming in. With the 
additional light that shone in when the door opened I 
saw that there were a half a dozen men standing around.

I knew what went on in places like this but I wasn't 
sure how it worked exactly. I had heard that horny men 
came here and went into these booths and other men gave 
them blowjobs. I wasn't sure how it was determined who 
was going to do what to whom. In our case, however, I 
didn't think that would be a problem.

I went into the next booth that I came to and pulled 
Inga in after me and shut the door. There was a faint 
light coming from the small TV but it wasn't much. I 
felt around and found the slot for the tokens and fed a 
dozen of them into the slot.

I sat in the chair and pulled Inga into my lap and 
watched as the screen came to life and I saw a room 
full of black men lined up to have sex with a skuzzy 
looking blonde that must have been in her forties and 
was really in need of an exercise program.

Inga and I were both kind of grossed out by the movie. 
But just as I was about to see if I could change the 
channel I saw a light come on by my knee. I looked down 
and saw movement and then there was an eye at a large 
hole staring at Inga.

I told her to get on her knees by the hole and she slid 
out of my lap and dropped to her knees. As soon as her 
knees hit the floor she squeaked in revulsion and I 
asked her what was wrong.

She sounded like she was going to be sick when she 
replied, "Oh god! The floor is sticky! It's covered 
with cold cum!"

I chuckled and said, "Well, it's too late to worry 
about that now."

She shuddered and turned back towards the hole in the 
wall. The eye was still there. Inga turned back to me 
and asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Shit, I didn't know! I said, "I don't know, wait and 
see what he does."

The music and the fake moans and groans from all the 
movies playing around the room were so loud that I 
don't know if the guy could hear us. He glanced at me 
and then back at Inga and finally he got his nerve up 
and reached in through the hole. 

Inga knew what was expected of her and she took the 
man's hand and guided it to her tits. Then she dropped 
her hands and let him play with them for a while. 

I saw her jump after a few minutes and then look behind 
her. I hadn't even noticed that another hand was coming 
through a hole in the wall behind her and some guy had 
his hand on her ass.

I watched for a few minutes and just as I was getting 
bored with this the man that was playing with Inga's 
tits pulled his arm back through the hole. There was a 
short delay and then the head of his cock was placed 
just at the hole. I guess he was afraid to stick it in. 
I told Inga to lean down and kiss it and she leaned her 
face into the hole and licked the head of the man's 
cock. 

As soon as she did that the rest of his cock came 
through the hole and she started practicing her newly 
learned deep throat skills again. 

The hand that had been on her ass now reached between 
her legs and the man began to finger fuck her drooling 
pussy. I was surprised at how wet she had become. I 
could hear the guy's fingers sloshing around inside of 
her. I also heard Inga moaning around the cock in her 
mouth and throat and it wasn't long before I saw her 
gulping down his cum.

As soon as he pulled his cock out of the hole Inga 
wheeled around without being told and brought the 
fingers of the hand that had been pleasuring her to her 
mouth and sucked them clean. When she was done cleaning 
him she let his hand go and he pulled it back through 
the hole and his cock came through the hole in its 
place.

Inga immediately wrapped her lips around his cock and 
gave him the blowjob of his life. He didn't last much 
longer than the first man. She swallowed his load 
before very long and for the next hour or so she was 
kept busy sucking a steady line of men through the two 
holes. 

When I finally let her stop she was worn out. Her jaw 
was sore and her throat was getting sore and for a few 
minutes she could hardly talk. I hadn't counted the men 
she had serviced but I imagine there were about a dozen 
of them. 

It was pretty interesting at first but I started 
getting bored after a while. I hated to disappoint the 
other guys but I had all the peepshow action that I 
needed to last for the rest of my life. I felt sorry 
for those guys but shit, if I was that horny I think 
I'd rather beat my meat than stick my dick through a 
hole in the wall.

I pulled Inga up and we went out into the hallway. 
There were a half a dozen disappointed men out there 
but I wanted out of here. I asked one of the guys if 
there was a ladies room around and he said, "That's the 
only bathroom I know about."

He was pointing to a dimly lit room at the far end of 
the hall. I pulled Inga down past the men, all of whom 
took the opportunity to get a quick feel of her tits or 
her pussy or ass as she went by them.

I led her to the restroom and told her to clean up a 
little. She allowed a little cum to escape from her 
mouth a few times and it was clotting on her throat and 
her tits. But the biggest mess was her lower legs where 
she had been kneeling and spinning around in pools of 
old, cold, congealing puddles of cum on the floor of 
the booth. 

She used damp paper towels to clean herself while a 
dozen men crowded the door to watch. She dried off with 
more paper towels and I led her back up the hallway. I 
stopped half way up and asked if anyone wanted the 
tokens I had left. I had only used about ten of them. I 
gave the rest away and went to the counter and let Inga 
put her dress on. 

When she was ready I picked up the bag with her new 
tops in it and handed it to her and we left.

It was still early but she was going to need her 
strength for this evening so I drove us home so that 
she could get some rest. 

As we were heading back through town she was looking 
out the window. I couldn't see her face so I wasn't 
sure how she was reacting to what had just happened. 

We were half way home before she turned to me and said, 
"That was the most amazing thing! All those cocks with 
no man attached! What kind of place was that?!"

I told her what little I knew about those places. She 
was quiet for a while and then she said, "I wish we had 
those where I live."

I hadn't expected that reaction! This girl is a lot 
stronger than I thought. I suspected though that what 
she was going to face this evening was going to take 
some of the starch out of her.

When we got back to the house I sent her upstairs to 
take a shower. I got a cold beer out and went in to 
watch CNN for a while just to see if our idiot 
President had destroyed a little more of what little 
remained of our Constitution in the last couple of 
days. 

I had just about finished my beer when Inga came back 
downstairs and came into the living room. She was still 
naked and it looked damned good on her. I had gotten 
pretty turned on watching her parade around naked and 
suck all those cocks a little while ago. Now that she 
was cleaned up I was ready to enjoy a little of that 
pussy.

I asked her if she wanted a drink. She looked at me and 
she knew what I wanted. She smiled and said, "Maybe 
later. I think you must have something else in mind 
right now."

Sometimes she was just a little too willing. She was 
harder to wear out than I expected. I got up and took 
her back up to the bedroom. She helped me undress and 
this time I didn't bother to tie her up or blindfold 
her. I got in bed beside her and we kissed and touched 
for a few minutes. 

When my fingers made their way down to her hot cunt I 
was surprised at how wet she was. Then it occurred to 
me that she had provided a lot of men with orgasms this 
morning, but she had done it with her mouth. She had 
gotten off a few times from the fingers in her pussy 
but she was as primed to fuck as I was.

I moved over on top of her and teased her slit with my 
hard cock for a few moments. She smiled up at me and 
said, "God! You are such a fucking tease! If you were a 
girl you would be called a cock teaser. You're just as 
bad. Would you please put that thing in me?!"

I chuckled and said, "Well, I guess I have to fuck you 
now. I don't want to be known as a cunt tease."

I stopped sliding the head of my cock up and down her 
moist slit and she reached down and lined it up with 
the entrance to her hot little hole. When she had it in 
place I slowly started pushing it in, enjoying the heat 
as her body enveloped my hard cock. I continued to 
slide my cock into her very slowly until our pubic 
bones were touching and I had no more to give. I stayed 
like that for a moment. Those first few seconds after 
entering a woman's body are to be savored. That moist 
heat wrapping itself around the most sensitive part of 
your body cannot adequately be described. It was nearly 
as incredibly as that final moment when you achieve 
orgasm.

I started fucking her slowly at first and grinding my 
pubic bone against her at the bottom of every long, 
slow stroke. This time she had the use of her arms and 
legs and she wrapped them around me quickly. 

She was a very active participant. She lifted her cunt 
up to meet every stroke and she lifted her head to kiss 
and lick me as we fucked. I didn't start picking up the 
pace until after she had her first orgasm. I watched 
her face as she cried out and her eyes closed. Her 
whole body wrapped itself around me for several long 
seconds.

As her orgasm passed she relaxed slightly and her eyes 
opened. She smiled up at me. God she is so beautiful! I 
felt her hard nipples rubbing against my chest and her 
cunt clasping my cock and I started fucking her harder 
until at the end it was a violent rape. She grunted 
with every savage stroke but her arms were still around 
me and her nails were digging into my back and she was 
just about to cum again when I felt my orgasm 
approaching and I began to fuck her even harder. When 
she felt my cock throbbing in her tight pussy she knew 
I was shooting her full of my hot cum and she came 
again.

We kissed for a few minutes after we came. I stayed 
over her, resting my weight on my arms as our sweaty 
bodies stayed connected at the groin. I finally rolled 
off of her and lay on my back beside her. She turned 
onto her side and rested her head on my shoulder. I 
wrapped my arm around her and she ran her hand over my 
body. 

Neither of us spoke for a moment. We both felt 
comfortable together after such a short time together. 
She stretched up and kissed my cheek and said, "It is 
going to be very hard for me to go home when our time 
together is up."

I squeezed her and responded, "First of all, I may not 
let you leave. I may decide to keep you. Second, you 
are going to do things in the next twelve days that may 
change your mind. I'm still taking it easy on you."

She rested her head back on my shoulder and said, "It 
isn't that easy. It is what I have fantasized about and 
I am enjoying it. But it isn't easy."

She reached down and played with my soft cock. Then she 
said, "I have to go to the bathroom."

She started to get up and go into the bathroom and I 
decided that this would be a good time to try something 
else that I had been thinking about. I followed her in 
to the bathroom and stopped her when she headed for the 
toilet. I took her arm and led her to the walk-in 
shower and used a handful of her hair to guide her lips 
to my still very nasty cock. 

She opened her mouth without a second thought and 
sucked on it until it started to get hard. When my cock 
was about half hard I pulled her up and turned her 
around and leaned her over. She rested her hands on the 
side of the shower and I spread her legs out and began 
to work my half hard cock into her dripping pussy. 

Once I had it inside of her I said, "Okay Inga, you had 
to piss, piss now."

I felt her muscles straining to obey. It took a long 
time but finally she started to piss. It wasn't much of 
a stream at first but once she started it picked up 
quickly. Some of it ran down the underside of my cock 
and dripped down my balls and ran down my legs. I could 
feel the heat of it on my skin. 

Most of it just sprayed out in a thick stream and 
splashed onto the floor of the shower at our feet.

Just before she finished I took my turn. I had been 
holding it in and when she started to piss it made me 
have to go even more. So I had no trouble unleashing a 
strong stream right up inside of her pussy.

She screamed when she felt it start to spray inside of 
her. She started to pull away but I grabbed her hips 
and held her in place. I couldn't feel it filling her 
warm cavity, but I felt it squirting out around my cock 
and running down our legs. I continued until the last 
drop of piss had entered her body. Then I felt her hot 
cunt milking my cock as if to try to get more liquid 
from it. 

I started getting hard quickly and I took my hands away 
from her hips and grabbed her tits and held them, 
squeezing and pinching as I began to fuck her violently 
from the back. My stomach slapped into her ass loudly 
on every stroke and she grunted as if I was hitting 
her.

This fuck was even more violent than the one we had 
just enjoyed in my bed. We had both gotten so turned on 
by how nasty this was that we came very quickly. 

This young woman was turning my sexual clock back 
years. I had fucked and been sucked off more since 
picking her up at the airport on Saturday then I had in 
the last three months before she arrived.

I pulled my cock out of her and turned the shower on. 
We washed each other thoroughly and after we dried off 
we went downstairs in the nude and had a cold beer. We 
sat at the table and talked about what had happened to 
her and how much like her fantasies it was. I was still 
curious about how she felt after experiencing some of 
the nasty things she had talked about in our internet 
conversations. 

She said, "It is hard to explain. Some things I enjoy 
when they are happening. Others, the nastier things, I 
don't enjoy them when I am doing them. But I am turned 
on by the anticipation and the fear. After I have done 
those things and I think about what I did I get 
excited. Does that make sense?"

I nodded. I knew what she meant. Most of the fun of sex 
is in your mind. Sometimes the things you do are just 
to feed the fantasies. Her fantasies were going to get 
a big meal tonight.

We took it easy until it was time to get ready. I took 
her upstairs and dressed her in only a tiny wraparound 
miniskirt and a crop top that said, "Your wish is my 
command" across her tits. I dressed in jeans and a t-
shirt and we went downstairs. I made her a stiff drink 
and made her gulp it down and I gave her some Tylenol 
to take before we left. 

She got nervous when she saw that I was preparing her 
for another rough night. I led her out to the garage 
but before I put her in the car I put the blindfold 
over her eyes and a leather strap around her waist that 
had two leather wrist cuffs attached to it. I fastened 
the cuffs around her wrists and she was helpless.

I helped her into the car and then I went around and 
got in on the driver's side. Before I started the car I 
reached over and pulled her top up, exposing her 
beautiful tits. I opened the garage door and headed 
back to the club where she had been photographed and 
gangbanged last night.

I parked in front this time and after pulling her crop 
top back into place I led Inga to the door. It was 
locked and there was a big closed sign on the door. I 
had to knock and wait for Al to come and open it for 
us.

He smiled when he saw Inga and he stepped back and let 
us in. He locked the door after us and never said a 
word. Inga still didn't know where she was. 

Al motioned for me to follow him and he led the way 
down the hallway to a different room this time. As we 
neared the room I could hear a low murmur of muted 
conversation coming from within. When we entered the 
conversation came to a sudden stop.

I looked around the room. There were six rows of 
theater seats against the wall on our left and the back 
wall. They took up a large part of the room.

The seats were full and I was surprised at the 
appearance of the people I saw. They were all well 
dressed and appeared to be well-to-do and 
sophisticated. I was also surprised at how many people 
were here. It looked like at least a hundred people and 
even more surprising to me was that there were a large 
number of women in the group. I hadn't expected that.

Aside from the seating the room was empty but for a 
strange looking bench in the middle of the remaining 
empty floor space. It was padded and looked very 
substantial. There were several pivot points and it 
appeared to be almost infinitely adjustable.

A couple of normal looking people came in after us and 
Al pointed me towards a seat up front that had been 
reserved for me. I took my seat and watched as the 
couple that had come in took Inga to a far corner of 
the room and began whispering to her. 

The conversation in the room never started back up. 
Everyone was quiet now that we were here and their 
attention was focused on Inga and the man and woman 
that had her in the corner whispering to her. 

I saw Inga nod a few times but I didn't see her speak. 
I couldn't hear what they were saying to her. She 
looked very nervous though. That's hard to do with a 
blindfold on.

The couple spoke with Inga for several minutes before 
they pulled her back to the center of the room and 
stood her in front of the bench. The man removed her 
cuffs and the belt around her waist and as Inga's arms 
hung limp in front of her the woman lifted the crop top 
and carefully pulled it over her head without 
disturbing the blindfold. She pulled it off of Inga's 
arms and tossed it into the far corner.

There was a brief stir in the audience when Inga's tits 
were exposed and again when the woman untied the belt 
around her waist and pulled her skirt off and tossed it 
into the corner with her top.

The couple guided Inga around until she stood with her 
back to the bench and held her firmly as they laid her 
down on her back. They worked quickly to secure her to 
the bench. A strap went across her abdomen and her 
wrists and ankles were secured very quickly. Her 
ponytail was woven together with a short length of rope 
and secured under the bench. She was unable to move 
anything now but her fingers and toes.

The man placed a ring gag in her mouth and fastened it 
in place. It was at this point that they removed the 
blindfold. For the first time Inga saw the size of the 
audience. I doubt if she knew where she was though. Not 
that it would have mattered.

The man adjusted the bench while the woman ran her 
hands over Inga's body. She played with Inga's tits and 
teased her clit before she started dipping her fingers 
into Inga's pussy. When her fingers started coming out 
wet with moisture from Inga's increasing arousal the 
woman began to spread this moisture over her body. She 
coated Inga's pussy mound with the juices and then she 
began to coat her tits. When she was done there she 
spread the juices liberally over Inga's face.

The male half of the couple who were running the show 
now just stood back and watched until his female 
partner had coated Inga in her own juices to their 
satisfaction. Then he left the room. He returned a 
minute later leading a large, black, Great Dane. 

There was flurry of whispered conversation as the dog 
came in but then everyone was quiet again. I looked up 
at the dog when it came in but mostly I just stared at 
Inga. I saw her straining to look at the audience. I 
assumed that she was looking for me. Our eyes never met 
though. I don't think that she could turn her head 
enough to see me.

The dog started getting excited as soon as he saw, and 
I suppose smelled, Inga. He immediately started 
straining at his leash and the man who was leading him 
let him go.

The dog rushed over to Inga and I got the impression 
that he had done this many times before. He headed 
right for her pussy and started lapping vigorously.

As soon as his tongue began licking her juices from her 
cunt Inga started groaning. We had discussed the 
possibility of her having sex with animals. She had 
thought about it but wasn't all that keen on the idea. 
She had certainly not imagined doing it with such a 
large audience. 

This whole situation had kind of evolved gradually when 
I first started talking to Al about her. I had 
originally just planned to set her up for the photo 
session and gangbang that followed. But then we started 
talking about the DVDs he made and sold and that's how 
I found out that he sometimes put on these shows for a 
group of wealthy perverts. Not only did he make a large 
amount of money putting the show on. But the DVDs were 
big sellers on the internet. So, I let him talk me into 
the show.

I saw the dog's cock start to emerge from the hairy 
sheath of skin that normally covered it. It didn't come 
out very far though and I was surprised. I expected it 
to be much larger. 

Once his cock started to grow he moved up over Inga's 
body until he reached her tits. He smelled her juices 
there and paused to lick her tits and as he did that 
his hindquarters were beginning to hunch as if he were 
already inside of her.

He didn't stay there long though. He moved up over her 
and as he reached her face his cock came into contact 
with her crotch. He started stabbing at her blindly 
while his tongue began to cover her face, cleaning off 
more of her juices. She was unable to move her head or 
close her mouth and his tongue seemed to fill her mouth 
over and over while his cock was stabbing at her, 
trying to find her opening. 

I noticed that his cock had begun to grow again and 
there was a stream of liquid coming from him. I assume 
it was lubricant but there was an awful lot of it.

As soon as the dog's cock entered her he began to fuck 
her violently. His hips were moving so fast it was hard 
to follow. Inga was grunting as he fucked her. It 
looked as though it must be quite painful. 

I tried to keep my eyes on the dog's fast moving cock 
to see what she was dealing with. It had been pink at 
first, but it was becoming dark red and it was growing 
huge. It was more than twice as fat as any cock I had 
ever seen and it must have been at least ten inches 
long. I saw the knot growing at the base of it. I knew 
that dog's inserted that knot into the bitch when they 
mated but I didn't think there was any way that was 
going into Inga.

I was wrong. I saw Inga tense up and heard her scream 
into the dog's mouth as he took one last violent stroke 
and buried that knot in her pussy. As soon as it was 
inside of her he stopped moving. I saw the dog 
shivering as he stood over her. I assumed that he was 
cumming inside of her now.

He was no longer actively licking her face but his 
tongue lolled out of his mouth and dripped a large 
amount of saliva all over her face, including into her 
mouth. 

The crowd around me was mostly quiet. There was an 
occasional whisper but no one spoke out loud. I saw a 
lot of people with their hands in other people's laps 
though. 

The Great Dane stayed tied with Inga for a very long 
time. I hadn't thought to time it but I would estimate 
that they stayed like that for close to twenty minutes 
before he started trying to pull his cock free.

He started trying to back away but apparently his knot 
was still firmly wedged inside of Inga. She screamed in 
pain and the dog stopped pulling for a few minutes. He 
tried twice more and finally he stepped over her and 
stood with his hindquarters pressed against her crotch 
and his large cock still buried inside of her. They 
stayed like that for several more minutes. He tried to 
pull free every couple of minutes and each time he 
tried Inga cried out. But finally he pulled free. He 
turned around and sniffed at her pussy, gave it a quick 
lick and then trotted off. 

Inga went limp on the bench. I think she assumed that 
her ordeal was over. 

The man who had brought the dog out grabbed his leash 
and led him out of the room. He was gone for a couple 
of minutes before he returned with another Great Dane. 
This one seemed to be a little smaller. He was black 
and white and he must have known that something was 
going on in here because his cock was already starting 
to emerge from the sheath that contained it. 

I heard Inga groan as the dog came prancing into the 
room. She expected to be fucked again by another large 
dog. She was in for another surprise. The handler 
didn't let the dog go this time. He let the dog get 
between her legs and it saw her pussy and smelled the 
smell of sex and started getting all excited and 
pulling at the leash. But this time the man held on and 
when he thought the dog was excited enough he pulled 
him out from between Inga's legs and let him around to 
her head. 

The female half of the team adjusted the headrest on 
the bench and lowered Inga's head. Then she helped the 
man turn the dog around so that its ass was right in 
Inga's face. I didn't know what the hell they were 
doing now.

I watched as the woman reached under the dog and began 
to stroke its rapidly growing cock. As soon as his cock 
was hard she reached between his hind legs and pulled 
his cock out so that it was pointed right at Inga's 
mouth.

His cock was already beginning to leak that steady 
stream of what I assumed was lubricant. Inga looked 
frantic as the woman guided the dog's cock to her mouth 
and through the ring that held her mouth wide open.

The dog settled down when he felt his cock plunging 
into Inga's mouth and I watched it grow rapidly. I 
couldn't tell how long it was but it looked as fat as 
the first one had been and if it wasn't as long then it 
didn't miss by much. 

I saw Inga choking on the cock and the liquid streaming 
out of it and down her throat. I watched the woman who 
was still holding the dog's cock at the base and 
keeping it in Inga's mouth kneel down and whisper 
something to Inga. 

Inga seemed to struggle a little longer but then she 
relaxed and that big dog cock slid right down her 
throat! Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in 
the audience and I looked around discreetly. I saw that 
quite a few of the women had turned their heads away. 
Not the men though. They were watching eagerly.

After a few minutes the women began to turn back and 
watch with something between revulsion and fascination, 
but they watched.

It didn't last as long this time. The dog's knot was 
under the control of the female handler who never let 
it out of her hand. She held onto him until he was 
finished and pulled away. 

The male half of the dog handling team led the dog 
away. Inga choked and gagged a little but managed to 
keep down the large deposit the dog had just made in 
her stomach. 

I heard Inga mumble something unintelligible and the 
woman just grinned and ignored her. She waited for 
Inga's breathing to return to normal and then she moved 
around between Inga's legs and reached down and picked 
up a container that was attached to the bench between 
her legs. 

The woman looked up at the audience and smiled and then 
carried the cup around to show the audience that it had 
collected the first dog's cum as it drained out of 
Inga's pussy. I was surprised at the amount. There must 
have been at least half a cup of liquid in that cup.

She went back to Inga and adjusted the headrest on the 
bench again. When Inga's head was once more horizontal 
she picked the cup up off the floor and began to slowly 
pour it into her mouth. 

Inga refused to swallow at first but I heard the woman 
when she said, "If you don't swallow on your own I am 
going to have to pinch your nose closed until you do. 
You might as well do as you're told slave."

She waited until Inga swallowed her mouthful and poured 
the rest in slowly until Inga had swallowed it all. She 
had to stop now and then while Inga gagged and choked. 
But eventually she swallowed it all.

This time I was the one that was surprised to find that 
the show wasn't over. I suppose these people had paid a 
lot of money for this spectacle. They were going to 
want to get their money's worth of perversion. But what 
happened next surprised even me. Al hadn't mentioned 
this part of the show.

The trainer came back into the room leading another 
animal. A pony! It was one of those miniature ponies, 
only slightly taller but much wider than the two Great 
Danes that had just enjoyed Inga's company. It looked 
like it might be hard to control once it got carried 
away. I looked at Al who was standing in the corner by 
the door. He gave me a look that said everything was 
going to be okay. I hoped so because there was no way I 
could take on all these guys if I wanted to stop the 
show and they wanted it to go on.

The male trainer led the pony over to Inga and I saw 
the look of fear in her eyes. I didn't blame her. The 
pony began to sniff and lick Inga's body and the smell 
of sex was having an effect. I saw his already large 
cock begin to grow. It was nothing like you might 
expect from a full sized horse but it was a good 
fourteen inches long and even fatter than the dog cocks 
had been.

While the pony was licking Inga's abused body the 
female trainer began working on the foot of the bench. 
She was pulling some kind of device out of the end and 
connecting it just beyond Inga's knees. As I watched I 
realized that it would act as a restraint so that the 
pony couldn't apply too much force when he was fucking 
her. His legs would be held back by the device so that 
he couldn't put his entire weight behind his fuck 
strokes.

When the woman was done she went over and pushed the 
pony's hindquarters around so that the animal's cock 
was hanging right in Inga's face. The male trainer held 
the pony in place with the bridle while the female 
trainer bent down and guided its cock to Inga's mouth 
which was still being held open by the ring in her 
teeth.

The woman rubbed the tip of the pony's cock all over 
Inga's face before she guided the tip of the cock to 
the ring and allowed several inches of it to enter 
Inga's mouth. The pony stiffened up and shivered as his 
cock entered her mouth. But he was being restrained by 
both trainers and the woman only allowed so much of the 
cock into Inga's mouth. 

I noticed that the cock was growing stiff now, though 
it didn't seem to be growing any longer. The female was 
massaging it as Inga was forced to deal with the three 
or four inches in her mouth. When the trainer was 
satisfied that the pony's cock was hard enough they 
quickly repositioned him over Inga.

Inga was making incomprehensible noises, but she was 
totally incapable of movement and could only lie there 
on her back and wait for the inevitable.

The couple led the pony right up over Inga and the 
woman guided his large cock into her pussy. The animal 
whinnied when his cock was swallowed up by Inga's hot, 
wet cunt. The woman stepped away but the man stayed in 
place and held onto the pony's halter.

As soon as his cock was buried in her pussy the pony 
began to fuck her hard. I think the only reason that it 
didn't kill Inga was the device attached to the foot of 
the bench she was attached to. It prevented the pony 
from getting closer and forcing the entire length of 
his cock inside of her. 

The pony's forceful thrusts were scary to watch though. 
Inga looked so fragile underneath its body and even 
though the pony was making a lot of noise and Inga was 
gagged her fearful groans and her grunts of pain could 
still be clearly heard.

I glanced around the room again and none of the women 
were turning away now. They were staring in 
astonishment. 

I turned back to Inga and watched that beast rape her 
for a very long time. It was scary. But it got even 
scarier at the end. The violence of those final thrusts 
before he filled her with his cum were impossible to 
describe. If not for that restraint restricting the 
animal's motion this would have surely killed her.

The animal finally came to a stop and after a pause the 
trainer backed him out from between Inga's legs. They 
still weren't done though. The male trainer held him to 
the side while the female trainer whispered something 
in Inga's ear. 

I saw Inga nod her head almost imperceptibly. She 
didn't have much freedom of motion. Whatever the woman 
had asked her though it was obvious that she had given 
her assent.

The female trainer smiled and removed the ring that had 
been holding Inga's jaws open for so long. Then she 
stepped back and as Inga worked her jaw around to make 
sure that she still had the use of it the trainers led 
the pony back over her face and Inga took his soft, 
slimy, but still very long cock into her mouth and 
sucked it enthusiastically, as if sucking the cock of 
her lover.

We all watched as she sucked the end of the animal's 
cock clean and then, when the trainer finally freed her 
head she licked the rest of the cock clean. While Inga 
was licking the pony's cock the female trainer once 
more removed the cup from the bench between Inga's 
legs. She once more circled the room showing everyone 
that the cup contained what appeared to be nearly a cup 
of the animal's cum. 

This time I thought that I was going to be sick. But I 
couldn't bring myself to turn away when the trainer 
returned to Inga. The man pulled the pony away and the 
woman held the cup to her lips. She tipped it up slowly 
and we all watched as Inga slowly drank it down.

When she had finished her drink the trainers left the 
room and Al stepped forward and announced that the show 
was over. He thanked everyone for coming and told them 
that they would be notified when the DVD's were ready 
for pickup. The crowd finally started leaving slowly. 
There were a few hushed conversations but for such a 
large crowd they were remarkably quiet. Most of them 
stopped to take a closer look at Inga before leaving. 
No one touched her, but most of them stopped to look at 
her beautiful body and her face which despite the 
horror she had just experienced was still obviously 
that of a beautiful woman. 

I noticed that the women often looked to see what her 
pussy looked like after what she had been through, but 
they more often looked into her eyes. I think that they 
were trying to imagine why a beautiful woman like Inga 
would do such a thing.

When everyone else had left I went over and finished 
removing her restraints. I helped her to sit up and she 
groaned in pain as I moved her. 

Al came over and said, "She'll be sore for a couple of 
days. But don't worry, she's okay. This isn't the first 
time we have done this. Before you leave I have a cream 
to give you. Put it on her pussy every couple of hours 
and she'll be good as new in two days. I promise."

I was feeling kind of guilty. I hadn't known that it 
was going to be this bad. I was also feeling a little 
guilty because I realized that if Al had told me what 
was going to happen I probably would have let him do 
it, once he assured me there would be no lasting 
damage.

I went over and picked up Inga's clothing and dressed 
her carefully. I asked Al for a towel. Her pussy was 
still leaking. He left and came back with the DVD from 
last night, a towel and an unmarked tin containing some 
kind of ointment. 

I looked at him questioningly and he just shrugged and 
said, "I don't know. The people with the horse gave it 
to me. They swear by it though."

I ended up having to carry Inga out to the car. I put 
the towel on the seat and then I strapped her in. I 
drove home and carried her right up to the bedroom. She 
never said a word. In fact, she hadn't spoken since we 
left the house at a little after seven. It was now 
almost midnight. The show must have lasted more than 
three hours. That's a long time to be raped by animals.

I stood her up at the sink and put toothpaste on her 
toothbrush and handed it to her. While she brushed her 
teeth I started the hot water in the shower running. 
When she finished brushing her teeth and rinsing her 
mouth out I put her down in the shower and let her sit 
on the bench while I soaped her up and rinsed her off. 
She seemed to have finally stopped leaking animal cum 
but just to be safe I put a clean towel under her 
before I put her in bed. 

Once she was comfortable I spread the ointment around 
and in her pussy. I was shocked to see that except for 
being red and a little swollen it looked just like it 
did when she got off the plane on Saturday morning! It 
wasn't stretched out or hanging down or even noticeably 
loose.

Whatever that stuff was it worked fast. As soon as I 
spread it around her pussy she sighed with relief. I 
wiped my hands and said, "I'm going down and get you a 
drink and some pain pills. Do you want anything else?"

She shook her head slightly.

I went down and poured us both strong drinks and took 
them upstairs, along with a bottle of Tylenol.

I handed her the drink and started to get her some 
pills out but she reached out her hand and stopped me. 
She shook her head and sipped at her drink.

I was sitting beside her and it was bothering me that 
she still hadn't spoken. I finally said, "I'm sorry 
Inga. I didn't know about the pony. To be honest, if I 
had known I might have let them do it. But I didn't 
know. Are you alright?"

She grinned wryly and finally spoke. "Yes. I'm okay. 
Wanna fuck?"

I kissed her forehead and said, "Quit fucking around. 
Are you alright?"

She nodded and said, "That cream really works."

She saw the concern in my face and she smiled and said, 
"It was a dream come true Dave. This is the kind of 
stuff we talked about when we chatted on the internet. 
I didn't come all the way to visit you just so that we 
could make love. But please, no more ponies."

I held her hand and said, "You told me to ignore you if 
you asked to be spared."

She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then she 
said, "You now, it was scary as hell. But it really 
wasn't that bad. His cock was big but he couldn't get 
it all in me and after a few minutes it was bearable. 
The worst part was when that fucking bitch made me 
drink that crap out of that damned cup! God that was 
gross!"

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, I thought I was going to 
throw up."

She laughed but the movement hurt her stomach. She 
clutched her stomach and groaned. Then she said, "I 
hate to admit it, but as nasty as it was dog and horse 
cum doesn't taste as bad as a man's cum. There was just 
so damned much of it. I don't mean I liked the taste. 
It was nasty. But it was mild compared to the men I 
have tasted. If you tell me to do it again I will. But 
I would really appreciate it if there were no more 
ponies in my life."

Damn! Isn't she something!

I asked her if she wanted another drink and she 
answered, "I would really like a glass of water 
please."

I went down and got her a glass of ice water and then I 
got in bed beside her. She took a couple of sips she 
put the glass down and I leaned over and kissed her. 

She said, "I can't believe you'd kiss me after what you 
saw tonight."

I smiled and asked, "Why, did you keep some of that 
horse cock in there for later?"

She smiled and said, "Ass hole! You know damn well that 
most men wouldn't kiss a woman after they watched her 
do what I did tonight."

I laughed lightly and said, "Maybe, but we have already 
established that I'm as big a pervert as you are. What 
the hell, you brushed your teeth."

I would have held her in my arms while she went to 
sleep but I was afraid to move her. She was still in a 
lot of pain. If her stomach wasn't feeling better in 
the morning I might need to take her to the doctor. I 
don't know how we would explain what happened to her 
though.

Fortunately she felt much better in the morning. I gave 
her the day off to recuperate and in the afternoon I 
dressed her up in not much of anything and we went out 
for an early supper. She felt better after walking 
around a little and being taken out in a sexy little 
skirt and a crop top took her mind off of her aches and 
pains and returned it to the purpose of her visit.

I stopped at the camera club on the way home from 
supper and picked up two copies of the DVD. Then I 
drove home and we got comfortable on the couch. I 
undressed and I ordered Inga to strip and once she was 
stretched out with her head in my lap I started the 
first DVD. 

It got off to a slow start. Al had included the first 
fifteen minutes or so in the front lobby that was 
mainly just Inga answering embarrassing questions and 
allowing some of the men to grope her through her 
clothing.

Things got more interesting when we got to the next 
scene. As we watched what had happened to her that 
evening she took my cock into her mouth without being 
asked and held it between her lips. She teased me with 
her tongue but her attention was focused on the 
television and watching how she had been used and 
abused by all of those men. I cupped her tit in my hand 
and held it gently while we watched.

Inga had an obvious conflict when faced with the 
reality of all of those men now having pictures of her 
in the nude. She was both embarrassed and excit