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Games We Play 3 - A Reunion Of Sorts
By Thadsgood (address withheld)
***
In part 3 this time it's the boyfriend's turn to
control the game. (MMF, exh, reluc, oral, anal, bd,
swing)
***
Things slowed down for us for awhile after the episode
with the Christmas party, as they tend to do with
sexual energy. It's like a balloon filling to its
extreme then bursting with a sudden flash. It takes
awhile to fill another one. Jen and I talked very
little about the last game but we could tell by each
other's behaviors toward each other that it had not
affected either of us negatively, as we may have
feared, instead our closeness and love intensified. We
just knew we were meant for this.
Being the worrier of the two of us, I of course, was
frequently tormented by the thought of Jen at work. If
I were Jen, I'd definitely have trouble facing her
coworkers, especially Brian and Mike. Indeed, I fully
expected them to harass her even more than usual about
it. Jen, however, seemed to have no trouble fending
them off. In fact, she seemed to revel in the joy of
rejecting their advances. She told me that Brian had
even dropped the panties Jen was wearing to the party
on her desk and threatened to send me the evidence of
what she'd done if she didn't fuck him. Jen just said
she laughed in his face and handed him an envelope.
"Go ahead sweetie," she said with a grin. She said it
has slowed him down since.
She has heard the office gossip about what slutty
things she was rumored to have done, mostly from one of
her female coworkers. Jen thought it was funny because
the way Gwen reported it to her, it was obvious that
she was jealous of Jen. She'd wanted Brian and/or Mike
herself for some time. The thought of what they might
be saying at her workplace almost makes my skin crawl.
Jen though, as you are beginning to see, totally gets
into it.
A couple weeks after we both could sense another
building of sexual tension, hardly satiated by our
normal sexual activity. I knew it was time for
something else again, in fact it was my turn to think
of the next game. I have to admit, the sexual scavenger
hunt she created was the sexiest thing we'd ever done.
I didn't have a clue how to top that, Jen was becoming
the Jedi master of sexual head games. Still, she had a
need to get told what to do, to be controlled in the
same way she controlled me and I could see by the look
in her eyes daily that she was waiting for just that
very thing.
The mental aspect of our games is that we 'force' each
other to deal with things we normally wouldn't do but
when forced to, we get off on it. Jen would never have
sucked or fucked her coworkers, or even let any of them
in on what she was doing, if it hadn't been for our
game. She had and still has, no interest in Brian, Mike
or anyone else there, as far as I can tell. However, in
the context of the game she was totally lost in the
wickedness of it. That's our head trip, that's what we
get each other off on. Also though, if I incorporated
them back into another game, no doubt Jen would do as
she is required to do.
The next game came about serendipitously. I mentioned
our neighbors Herb and Meg in past. They frequently
have 'accidentally' met me at our back fence, wondering
when we might be interested in further play. I've said
before, Jen really shows no interest in them sexually,
even though I think they are a fairly attractive older
couple. Herb has cornered Jen a few times himself,
wondering if he can get a repeat of the blowjob she
gave him. She's always turned him down and, when
telling me, would roll her eyes and say, "as if".
Herb is one of those big shot business guys that are so
impressed with themselves and their possessions. This,
probably more than anything, lowers her interest. Now,
I like nothing better than making her do things she
normally wouldn't do, so I knew it was only a matter of
time I'd involve him again in some way. I'm sure she
knew it too, and to her credit, probably uses her
acting skills a bit to hide her true nature.
Herb and Meg are swingers, as I've said. Their house
has been the host of swinger parties in the past. We've
always been invited, but either due to prior
commitments or Jen's insistence we've always declined.
The last party they had was still going when we
returned from a restaurant.
"Come here! Look at this! Jen said, as she gazed out
our upstairs bedroom window.
The window overlooks a part of their backyard that you
can't see from any other vantage point unless you were
in their backyard yourself. It's a small area with a
large tree and several bushes providing some natural
cover. I'd heard about 'the swing' from Herb before I'd
even seen it. He kept joking about 'getting Jen in the
swing' without ever telling us the details.
"Oh my god," Jen laughed, as she ogled the scene below
her.
I got to the window and saw it myself. There was a
swing hanging from the thickest branch. It was a
typical looking swing, a rope, connecting a seat. The
seat however, was solid, covered with padding, curved
specifically, no doubt, for the curvature of one's ass.
There was a woman suspended in it. There was a thin
strand of rope that hung from the tree that bound her
hands above her. Herb was in front of her. His cock was
exposed, illuminated in the pale light of their porch.
He was swinging the woman slowly back and forth, with
her mouth reaching his dick after each swinging arc.
There was a man beside him, apparently just content on
watching. I smiled, watched for a few minutes as Herb
teased this unknown woman with his cock. It appeared
you could alter the height of the swing by the ropes,
it had a pulley attached. After he tired of this he
moved behind her, raised the swing to the right height
and slid into her easily from behind. Again, he started
the swinging motion and basically stood still as the
contraption's movements provided the thrusts for him.
I smiled at Jen, "Cool," I smirked and walked away. I
went downstairs for awhile, not thinking about Jen till
I returned upstairs about ten minutes later. She was
still in the window, she didn't notice me watching her
watching them.
"That little slut, look at her watching after totally
shutting Herb down!" I laughed to myself.
"Oh my god," I heard her exclaim quite a while later as
she bounded down the stairs.
"What?" I asked.
"Do you know who that woman was?" she asked
incredulously.
"No, I couldn't see her," I replied, now interested.
"It was Peggy," she said with a look of shock.
"Peggy? Peggy Turner?" I asked.
"Yes! And the other guy was her husband Mark!"
"Wow," I said with a laugh, "small world."
Peggy was a former high school friend sometimes rival
of Jen's. They were both former cheerleaders. They were
in the popular group and often wanted and dated the
same guys. I don't know if Jen still considered her a
friend, since they hadn't had contact since high
school. Jen told me no more than tidbits of jealousies
and petty things that may have happened. Jen DID
mention that she tried to take Mark from Peggy, even
though she had no interest in him and that she teased
him mercilessly with promises of sex but broke up with
him before anything heavy happened. Peggy was a high
school teacher now. Her husband Mark was a bigwig at
the bank.
I smiled to myself at this news... "interesting," I
thought, "this might work out to my advantage somehow."
I thought no more of it until later that night as I
shut the TV off and heard the familiar buzzing of Jen's
favorite vibrator. "The slut got off on watching, such
a good girl," I chuckled to myself.
Jen has a way of acting when I know she's horny, when I
know she's ready for something special. First, there's
the mouthiness, like she's pushing me, making me want
to take her down a peg. She does it in a totally
flirty, come get me, kind of way though. She knew her
day was coming when I told her she couldn't cum, based
on our rules of initiating a new game. She was
practically giddy from the news.
"Its about damned time stud, I was even considering
giving the guys at work another round if you didn't
hurry," she teased.
Herb gave me the opening I needed. He informed me of
another planned party that weekend, this time with some
business associates. I was going to be at a discreet
location outside of town. I'd already put Jen in the
'cum shutdown' mode and I knew she'd be ready to pop by
Saturday. I began to run scenarios in my mind regarding
our game. How can I make it fun? What can I do to Jen,
have her do, that would drive her insane? I needed a
combination of humiliation, embarrassment, and hot sex
that would temporarily tame her libido. Herb informed
me that these parties typically have some big shot
businessmen from the area, along with some contacts he
has across the country.
Herb said that there were usually 15 to 20 people,
mostly men, with usually only Meg and a couple of her
swinger girlfriends there. Herb said that usually Meg
served as the hostess, he'd have her wear a revealing
outfit and she'd serve the men as they talked shop.
Herb said that sex at these parties was far more
discreet than his home parties.
Usually, the men would just pair off with one of the
women, disappear into an adjacent room for awhile, then
return with smiles. He said no one ever really talked
about what was happening in a group setting. In fact,
Meg was often not allowed to speak, per Herb's orders,
further adding to the service/submissive nature of it.
A plan was formulating.
Herb mentioned how Meg didn't really care for these
more 'business-like' affairs, she preferred the
relaxed, home atmosphere. A comment he made then got
the wheels rolling. He noted that this time he was
having a hard time convincing Meg to dress up as the
sexy host and how he feared that one or two of her
girlfriends might not show. We'd blown off his offers
so many times that he was just mentioning these things
in passing. I'm sure he doubted we'd accept so he
didn't even ask. He then mentioned some of the honchos
that would be at the party and I grinned, I knew that I
had to make it happen now.
"Let me get back to you Herb," I said non-committally,
"I've got some things to do," and I walked off. I'm
sure he figured that was the end of it. I kind of felt
sorry for him. He was a good neighbor, no doubt it was
tough on him to have such a sexy neighbor like Jen who
often prances around in the backyard with very little
on. More difficult for him, no doubt, was how we gave
him that small taste of her and her blowjob abilities
but have held him at bay since.
I had Jen on edge all week, the buildup is often much
of the excitement of it all. I'd remind her that her
day was coming, and not to touch her gorgeous slutty
pussy.
I'd 'catch' her in bed starting to fondle herself,
purposely pushing me, and I'd scold her and smack her
hand. She had that lustful look in her eyes that told
me that she was up to the challenge. I'd given Meg a
heads up on part of my plan but told her to not tell
Herb, I knew he'd appreciate the surprise.
Saturday came none too quickly and I set the plan in
motion. I had sent Jen off for some pampering at her
favorite spa to have her hair and nails done, along
with a Swedish massage. I came back from meeting Meg at
the side fence with a package she gave me. I smiled
when I opened it. It was Meg's hostess outfit. It was
modeled after the clichéd French maid's outfit, with
some personal touches. It was a short poofy black
skirt, a short sleeved black stretchy blouse.
There were frilly panties, the kind meant to be seen in
quick glimpses, the kind that kind of puffs out in a
way. I guess it was for modesty, but there also was a
white lacy smock like thing that no doubt was meant to
cover the front, even though the lace material allowed
one to peek at the treasure underneath. The reason for
the smock was that Meg's personal touch was to cut
holes out for her breasts, it was meant to be worn with
her tits poking out. There were matching garters and
stockings and to top it off there was a cute little
black and white cap which pinned into one's hair.
"Nice," I thought.
I noted that Meg was slightly smaller than Jen,
especially in the breast area and I figured correctly
that the resulting snugness would only add to the
outfit's allure. Meg left a Polaroid in the package of
her wearing the outfit. I saw she complemented the
outfit with a small silver chain attached to her
nipples, as she has had them pierced. Jen and I want to
have her nipples pierced and as well, we've frequently
talked about getting her tattooed, but to date, we've
not acted on it. But, it gave me an idea.
Jen came home smelling sweetly of perfume, she looked
wonderfully soft and relaxed, for the moment at least.
"Jen honey, come in here," I instructed. Jens' eyes
widened when she saw the outfit laid out on the bed.
"What's all this then?" she asked with sarcastic
innocence.
"This baby, is your outfit for the night, put it on." I
told her, " you have an hour to be ready, present
yourself at the front door for inspection at 7pm
sharp." She smirked at me and acted as of this was no
problem at all. I'd left her a cocktail by the bed,
knowing how it just tends to prime her pump.
I swore I heard her gasp from outside the door when she
must've found the boobless top. I just smiled and
walked off. I didn't tell her details of the plan, I
find it's better as it unfolds.
An hour later, she came down the steps. I couldn't help
but marvel how sexy she was. Her hair was pulled into a
pony tail, the cap was fastened to a clip on her head.
Her tits spilled out of the top wonderfully, as her
chest is much more substantive than Meg's. The lacy
doily-like material covered her breasts but not without
revealing everything she has on top, the lace providing
no more cover than a sheer white curtain skirt. Her
black skirt didn't totally cover the old style frilly
panties as they weren't meant to but Jen's more curvy
build revealed more of her backside than I assumed it
did with Meg. Jen smiled sweetly at me.
"Am I to assume I'm to serve you tonight my dear?" she
asked with mock sweetness.
"Um, sort of," I smiled devilishly, and she knew there
would be more to it than that. I covered her with her
long winter coat and she clanked her high heels along
the pavement as I led her to the car. She knows I have
no problem showing her off when we are in our car so I
had her remove the coat and toss it in the backseat
once we left our neighborhood. Our car is a sporty
sedan which rides much lower than the plethora of SUVs
and minivans that clog the roads now.
This made her more apparent to others when we'd stop at
lights. I'm sure they got no more than a quick glimpse,
and with the lacy top, no doubt I'm sure they wondered
if they saw what they actually saw. Jen was pumping me
for information the whole ride, where we were going,
what was going on, why was she dressed like this? I
knew I had to give her something. I figured it would
help with the buildup. I handed her the note card I'd
saved for when we arrived at the hotel. It read:
"Jen, tonight we start a new game. You are dressed as
you are for an obvious reason. You are to be a hostess
tonight. It's a special kind of party.
The rules are as follows. You are not to engage in
conversation tonight, at ALL, the guests were very
insistent. You are to serve our guests as you would any
guest in our home. Your job entails getting drinks,
serving food as well as some entertainment duties."
I saw Jen gulp at this point.
"The guests are aware of some of the limits of our
game. You are not required to suck any stranger's cock,
and no one will fuck you that do not know. However, you
may be required to provide other services, which you
will grant freely.
I'm sure the thought that it wasn't going to turn into
a free for all gang bang comforted her somewhat. She
didn't understand how insidious my wording was. I'm not
sure if she was disappointed or not by the suggestion
that she may not get the needed fucking tonight that
she so sorely needed, as you probably might suspect
from our past, she needn't have worried.
"I've given out 4 cards with a specific act on it, when
someone gives you a card with a number on it, you will
follow them and do as requested on the card, finally,
as you know, you are not allowed to make yourself cum
tonight, as normally with our rules."
Jen has, in the past, gotten around that rule by
getting someone ELSE to get her off, but that is a
legal loophole we've always allowed. I left this open
tonight purposely, knowing that she might not want to
let someone get her off, but according to our rules,
she'd have to allow it, in order to get off.
We arrived at the hotel, it was a small, though classy
place in an adjacent town. I'm sure I preferred the
anonymity of a more distant hotel than she did, knowing
her penchant for allowing our adventures to be more
public and known.
I told her to wait for five minutes, then to come in.
She gave me that wide eyed look again, while she
glanced down at her obvious exposure. I shrugged and
smirked and walked in. I went in and met Meg. She had
something for me that I wanted to add. Since Jen didn't
have her nipples pierced Meg brought me a set of nipple
clamps, connected by a chain. I went into the lounge
which our group had rented for private use. I exchanged
handshakes and introductions.
I excused myself soon after to have the pleasure of
watching Jen walk in with her openly sexual outfit. I
was not disappointed. The desk clerk nearly swallowed
his teeth when he watched her saunter in. Her boobs
swayed gently under the lace and I know he got a good
look when she stopped, looked around and tried to find
me. I stepped up and motioned for her to follow me. I
kissed her deeply in a darkened hallway and ran my
hands over her sexiness for a few moments.
"Mmm," she purred, "That's not fair getting me warm!"
she said, playfully punching my arm.
I pushed her up against the wall and continued to kiss
and caress her. I was using this as a ruse to hide the
nipple chain till the last second. She gasped when I
suddenly pulled her lace top away from her chest and
began to affix the clamps to each nipple.
"Oh god, what is this for?" she said in surprise.
"Seems this is the standard part of the uniform, or so
I'm told," I chuckled. She needn't have worried, Meg
had given me light clamps, basically a beginner's set.
The tension would barely keep them on. I noticed how
loose they were when I put them on. I told her that if,
at any time during the night, they fell off, she's to
present them to the nearest person, kneel in front of
them, and have them put them back on. I knew this would
be a bit more interesting due to the fact she wasn't
allowed to talk.
I resisted the temptation of sliding my fingers up her
panties and see how wet she was. I thought it wouldn't
be fair to tease her like that, knowing how horny she
was, and would get, by the end of the night. I pushed
her back down the hall towards the lobby. The clerk
hadn't seen me, only her. Spontaneously the chance
appeared to add to my delightful torment of her. I told
her to go right up to the desk tell him you are looking
for the private party.
She gulped but I knew she enjoyed the challenge of me
showing her off like this so she was determined to show
me it didn't bother her in the least. From the shadows
I saw her march right up to the desk. The clerk dropped
what he was doing instantly. He was a large, thick
black man with salt and pepper hair.
"Sir, I can't seem to find the party I'm supposed to
meet."
"Uh, what party would that be?" he replied with a gulp,
his eyes glued to Jen's chest.
It suddenly hit her that she really didn't know who, or
where she was supposed to meet.
"It's um, a private party thingy..." she giggled
playfully.
"Oh, that's right down there," he said and pointed,
never once taking his eyes off her ample bosom.
"Thank you so much kind sir," she smiled and curtseyed
for him. I saw his eyes burning a hole in her ass from
behind as she walked away.
"Nice touch," I laughed, when I met up with her. I had
her stand outside the door. I signaled to inside that
she was ready. We both heard from outside the door,
"You will be glad to know that our maid has arrived for
our entertainment pleasure," the voice intoned.
"Presenting, Miss Jennifer Goodrich," I knew using her
real name would tweak her embarrassment level. I pushed
her lightly through the door. Her face went red
involuntarily. I it's one thing to flash guys in
traffic or one lonely desk clerk, it's another to be
presented to a group in private, dressed as she was. I
nodded to her and she curtseyed again. I heard comments
praising Herb for his choice and how beautiful she was.
Jen was starting to regain some composure from the
initial realization of what was going on, but she was
nearly floored by what she saw next.
Herb was there, that didn't really surprise her, but
there in the corner, was Peggy, sitting on the lap of
her husband Mike. It was MY turn to put in the
proverbial knife and see how SHE liked it (though in
our way, I have no doubt she would in the end). She
almost started to say something but I quickly shushed
her and she nodded. She noticed also that besides all
of us that she knew, the other men were masked.
Herb later explained that since some of them were
public figures they preferred keeping their identities
secret. Herb said it had become second nature and that
it was no big deal. Herb quickly indoctrinated her into
her duties and soon we were all just sitting around
sipping drinks, conversing, while this hot, sexy thing
waited on us hand and foot. I could see the way the men
were looking at her with lustful intent, me included.
Meg was also there, and she flitted around the room
easily, no doubt in a more relaxed state than she would
be as hostess as it was clear Jen was having to bust
her cute butt serving us. At the top of the hour Herb
disappeared into the kitchen area with Jen. He came out
seconds later clinking his glass.
"Music please, maestro," he motioned to one of the men.
He reached over and turned up the boom box. Out came
Jen. I saw the redness in her face. Herb had explained
that one of her duties was to dance for them at the top
of each hour. Jen looked at me with a pained, 'how
could you?' look but just as quickly her look turned
into a smirk, she was going to show she was up to the
challenge. Jen isn't your typical dancer, she doesn't
have the 'pole dance' thing in her repertoire. However,
she's no Elaine Benes (think Seinfeld). What she does
do is move and sway to the music, like you imagine a
sultan's slave might. It really is a beautiful thing to
me. I watched her close her eyes and sway and turn with
the music.
The men were suitably impressed, what they couldn't see
enough of with her waiting on them they could see
better as she bent and swayed with the song. The men
were seated, but as she'd pass by them they'd playfully
tug at her skirt or lift it, revealing much of her
panty clad ass. I noticed she was purposely avoiding
Mark and Peggy and I saw the two of them whisper
frequently to each other in secret. The room suddenly
felt hotter to me. The song ended and it went back to
gabbing, drinking, with Jen continuing to serve.
She was bringing out some knick knacks when the lace
got caught in her nipple clamps and they fell to the
floor. She instantly looked to me, only a few others
even noticed. I nodded at her knowingly. She nodded,
put down the plate, picked up the clamps and looked
around. To my luck the closest person to Jen was Mark,
or perhaps Peggy who was sitting on his lap. Jen
however, turned to her right and approached the next
man.
I cleared my throat and Jen stopped in her tracks,
busted! She lowered her head and stepped up to Mark and
Peggy. They had no idea of course what was going on, it
was up to Jen to communicate it, best she could. Her
face was glowing red now and she kneeled reluctantly in
front of the couple, handed Mark the clamps, and lifted
her lace top. Mark grinned lewdly and got the idea. He
took his time and delighted in listening to Jen squeal
when he clipped on each clamp. She stood up, bowed her
head politely and went back to serving.
I watched as some of the men paired off with women,
just as Herb said, and would watch them disappear into
a dark den like area for more discreet sex. Meg, I
noticed in particular, disappeared with them several
times. Jen though was the object of most of the men's
lust. If they hadn't been instructed by Herb that she
wasn't there for that, no doubt she'd have disappeared
several times over, into the dark. Occasionally I would
see people leave, after taking having their needs met.
The next hour brought another dance from Jen. This was
a more spirited number and she bumped and grooved along
with the beat. I wanted to raise the level of our game
and I thought this would be a good opportunity. When
she bounced by me I stopped her, had her lift her hands
above her head, and removed the lace top. This left her
boobs out in the open and they bounced lewdly through
the holes in the fabric. The chain didn't stay on, of
course.
This time an elderly gentleman had the honor of
pinching them back on her nipples. She politely nodded
and moved away. I thought, hmmm, these men are far too
polite to this point, I know I told Herb that they
shouldn't expect her to fuck or suck them off but damn,
I didn't say they couldn't take advantage of her in
other ways. I called Herb aside.
He smiled and nodded, saying, "I'll get the ball
rolling so to speak, maybe they'll get the idea."
He stepped up behind her and pulled her into him. He
unclipped the clamps and cupped her open breasts into
his meaty hands. I retired the nipple clamps for the
night. She looked immediately to me in shock at Herb's
touch. I shrugged and rolled my eyes, clearly telling
her to put up with it. The other men took notice. They
saw him pinch her sore nipples and kiss her neck softly
from behind while they both swayed to the music. I
could tell Jen was relieved when the song ended, I'm
sure she didn't want me seeing her increasing
excitement of this kind of play.
Well, that certainly did it, the next hour they put Jen
through the paces. With her tits now exposed they took
every opportunity to pinch and prod them with each
delivery of drinks or noshes. Some were quite rough
with her nipples, almost as if they were trying to make
her speak, or at least squeak from their ministrations.
She couldn't turn or bend fast enough to stop all the
ass pinching, I heard her squeal more than once from
the pain.
She acted as if she particularly hated when Mark would
touch her. Even when Peggy twisted Jen's nipples extra
firmly I didn't sense as much trepidation as I did when
she was near Mark. I know because of their past she had
felt like she had the upper hand on him, he'd been the
one rejected, he'd been the one left wanting. Now it
was fun seeing her debasement right in front of him.
The men would grab Jen as she'd pass them, pull her
onto their laps and their hands would wander all over
her body.
Little by little they got bolder. Just before the top
of the next hour I saw the elderly gentleman's hand
find its way up her lacy panties. She looked directly
at me with her hand poised to push his away and I
nodded silently, 'no'. I saw her adjust herself in his
lap and it looked as though his fingers had found their
target. At that moment though the music started up
again.
She quickly jumped off his lap as if rescued. I upped
the ante again. I called her over and in front of
everyone I removed her panties. I saw Herb and Meg
smile, with Meg no doubt thinking, "wow, even I've
never done that." The skirt was a joke without the
panties really, the bottom of her wonderfully round ass
stuck out obscenely, there was no modesty to be had
now. I don't think any of the men even blinked during
that next dance, including me as I watched my sensual
slut bump and grind the best she could.
Even the man who had disappeared into the den returned
to see this latest spectacle. The men were now much
more emboldened, they felt free to smack her ass
soundly as she passed. She'd just smile and move out of
reach until the next guy. I could see her reluctance to
move in front of Mark and Peggy every time though. I
saw that she was wilting under Peggy's superior glare.
It was as clear as if she was saying it aloud, "So,
what's this we have here? The prim and proper Jennifer
Goodrich, a nearly naked, dancing little slut for our
amusement."
I knew the thought was totally engulfing and
embarrassing Jen. I'm sure she also assumed Mark's
thoughts were something like, "So, I wasn't good enough
for you in high school eh? Yet here you are dancing in
front of me, your tits hanging out and your pussy
clearly visible and WET, slut!"
I enjoyed this greatly, especially if you remember what
she did to me in the last game. Revenge is sweet! I saw
Herb conversing with several men throughout the night.
I'd see him shake his head no as they'd ogle Jen and
then they'd walk away dejected. The last song had ended
and Jen started towards the kitchen to return to her
duties. Herb motioned her over.
He lifted her arms above her head and removed the
remaining blouse. She looked to me of course for
instruction but I just nodded and allowed it. I just
felt that she was pretty much naked by now as it was,
her boobs were hanging out as it was. I knew I wanted
her to end up naked, the preliminaries were necessary
for the build up, but I don't think anyone in the room
needed any more build up by now. I watched her wriggle
out of her skirt so there she was, wearing only her
heels.
Herb felt her up freely for some time before
discharging her back to the kitchen. Jen got felt up,
smacked, tugged on, kissed more that hour than she no
doubt ever had. The crowd had thinned somewhat by the
time the next dance came up. There were only about 10
people left when Jen was required to dance again, this
time in only her heels. Jen started to dance unsteadily
due to the heels, along with the fact that she'd been
imbibing in a few of the spirits she'd been serving.
How the men waited so long to present their cards that
night I'll never know but gawd, was Jen hot. Her naked
body was glistening while she danced, her nipples poked
out in all their glory and she played to the crowd by
rubbing her hands all over her body. Mark got her in
his lap and made her basically give him a lap dance as
Peggy looked on, cheering and making comments.
"Oh yeah, rub that slut pussy on him baby, yeah, you
aren't too good for him now are you slut?" She said,
causing a stern look from Jen, directed at me.
He was holding her hands firmly and he twisted her
around so she fell over his lap. I just smirked at her
discomfort. I looked away to say something to Herb. The
song ended and Jen had to almost pry Mark's hands off
her. I shuddered when I saw her behind. In just that
few seconds I took my eyes off her Mark had twisted her
around and held her and they'd written on her ass.
Clearly, the words, "COCK" on one cheek and "SLUT" on
the other, showed on her soft white skin.
It was in permanent marker, no less, I knew it'd take a
week or two to disappear. There were murmurs throughout
the room. I started to burn, I even considered not
allowing Mark what I had planned later. Due to the fact
that things were happening so fast, and the fact that
actually, I should've thought of that myself, I allowed
it to continue. I liked how it touched on our 'tattoo'
fantasy. There were appreciative glances from all
around the room.
It was then our elderly gentleman stepped up to task.
He tapped my naked, sweaty girlfriend on the shoulder
softly. She turned and he stuffed a card into her hand.
She blanched, looked at me and walked off with him. She
shot me a disgusted look on her way. "Have fun!" I
shouted, further embarrassing her, as everyone turned
to see them disappear into the den area.
I had written 'full body access to touch and hand job
to completion, on any body part requested-NOTE: the cum
stays on the slut for the duration of the night" on
each card. Jen would be jacking some of the men off
tonight and I grinned at that thought. She had to allow
the men to touch her anywhere, jack them off, then let
them cum on her if they wished. Jen led him off to the
back room. I watched the words "COCK SLUT" sashay into
the distance.
I could see the sneers from Peg and Mark and I saw them
whispering their delight to each other. I think when
Jen is pushed to the limit like this she is even more
focused, more at peace with herself. It just seems to
be the journey that she fights. She was no longer at
that point now though, she was where she wanted to be,
pushed in the way that she needed. She was in 'the
zone'. I could hear Mark and Peggy giggling to each
other and sharing some lewd comments with Herb, who was
absolutely beaming as Jen and her man disappeared from
view.
I was just totally enjoying the glow of the excitement
that was buzzing around me. Before Jen got back I saw
Peggy say something to Herb, then without another word
she knelt in front of him. The few of us remaining in
the room were treated to seeing Peggy suck on Herb's
cock while Mark just sat back with a smile and watched
his girlfriend's handiwork. I had to admit, she looked
proficient at it to say the least. Herb later told me
that she'd sucked him off dozens of times in the past.
He said he thinks Peggy has an oral fetish.
My mind only temporarily left Jen before it was
interrupted by her arrival. It was clear before she
even made it out of the darkness that he'd cum on her
impressive chest. It was dripping from her tits, a
strand hung lewdly from a nipple. I was impressed by
the man's load. Even Herb in the midst of his blowjob
took notice.
Mark remarked, "I remember when my cum hung on her tits
like that!" and laughed.
She hadn't told me that before, I found out later she'd
given him hand jobs in lieu of oral. Still, I enjoyed
that surprise, the instant turn on of knowing that this
guy whom she rebuffed now saw her with cum dripping off
her tits, tits he'd mauled and cum on in the past. It
was a nice perk for me. I motioned for her to rub the
cum into her chest the best she could. She gave me a
look like she was wondering if that's all I had for
her. I saw her smirk when she saw Peggy, her mouth
stuffed with Herb's cock. I knew she was thinking, "ha,
who is the whore now?"
Another man stepped up and presented Jen with his card.
He twisted her nipple and pulled her towards the back
room with a tug on the nipple. She shot me a mean
glance.
I returned to contentedly watch Herb get finished off
by Peggy. I remember full well how it looked when Jen
got her mouth filled with his cum so it didn't surprise
me a bit to see how much he shot into Peggy's. Peggy
handled it like a pro however, no doubt per her having
experienced this numerous times in the past. Mark
patted Peggy lovingly on her shoulder and nodded toward
Meg. Peggy grunted in assent, her mouth still full of
Herb's cum.
Mark passed by me and said, 'I'm going to go watch, the
guy said it was ok."
I nearly told him no because of his previous stunt but
nodded to go ahead. I saw Meg in her own curiosity
follow Mark into the darkened room. I thought this was
an interesting development. I knew Jen wouldn't count
on watchers and I thought how much more embarrassing it
would be, especially Mark, so I smiled at the thought.
From the dark I heard Jen murmur "uh uhhhhhh" but she
heard me clearly as my 'Sshhhhhhh' pierced the distance
between us. I didn't hear another sound other than
occasional giggling and voices urging and moaning
appreciatively. I almost went to take a peek myself but
I resisted the urge, feeling it would be more
humiliating to her to go it alone like that.
Meg and Mark returned with wide grins.
Mark nudged me as he walked past, "I can't wait to get
my turn at that."
Jen and her suitor returned soon after. Jen's face was
smeared with his cum. She walked straight to me, no
doubt for approval for her to clean herself up. I eyed
her for a moment. "I kind of like how that looks, leave
whatever you can't reach with your tongue. She shot me
that 'ew' look but I noticed her twirl her tongue in a
circle around her face as she walked away from me. I
chuckled at that, how she likes to act like she doesn't
like it. She likes to pretend she doesn't like cum, but
there she is, as always, lapping it up like its
frosting on a cake. Oh well, I like the act she puts
on, now that I know her true nature.
The next guy excitedly put the card in her hand. He,
like me and the rest, were pushed even more by the
sight of Jen, her chest and face caked with dripping
and drying cum. She started to direct him to the room
but he patted the couch. I found out later that this
guy's thing is exhibitionism to a degree so we were in
for a treat. He bent Jen over his lap and caressed her
ample butt. I was glad I finally would get to see some
of this. He made her take his cock out. Her hand
caressed him awkwardly as his hands wandered over her
nakedness.
In her position she couldn't really grasp his cock in a
way that she could stroke him off yet. I know this
frustrated her as she'd want this public show over as
quickly as she could. This guy's fingers found her anus
and he wormed his slender finger into her. She looked
at me again and again I just smiled. She put her head
back down in defeat. He finger fucked her in front of
all of us. His hand was splitting the words "COCK and
SLUT", the look I was now starting to enjoy seeing.
By now it was just Meg and Herb, Mark and Peggy,
another guy, and me. From my position I could see his
finger pump in and out of Jen's ass while she continued
to stroke his cock. I could hear her pussy squeak
lightly from its gathering wetness. Meg was on the
couch on one side of Jen's new lover, Peg was on the
other, the last unnamed guy was on the other side of
her. Meg was stroking Jen's back, all the while we
could all hear Peggy on the other side, talking to her.
"Yeah baby, get another cock off, show them what you
were made for, live up to your name, cock slut," she
urged.
Jen kept her head down at first, trying to avoid
anyone's gaze. Meg though forced her head up by the
hair. Jen was taken aback by this. She knew better than
seek refuge from me however and allowed it. Meg kissed
her deeply on the lips. I smiled at the thought of how
this must've been the way it looked previously when I'd
sent Jen over and Meg had take full advantage of her.
Peggy had the other guy's cock out and was jacking it
softly, occasionally kissing and licking the tip, as
she watched Jen intently.
Finally, the guy with Jen had his fill of fucking her
holes with his fingers. He directed her off his lap and
onto her knees in front of him. She was kneeling when
Jen's guy nudged the other one and whispered something
in his ear. The other guy nodded and produced card
number 4 from his pocket. He pressed it into Jen's free
hand. She was now sandwiched between the two men and
she soon hand a cock in each hand. Peggy and Mark were
beside themselves with glee at her debasement. Here was
their high school friend, each with their own personal
issues with her, on her knees, covered in strangers
cum.
"Mmmm, cover that bitch with your cum guys, really give
it to her," Peggy urged while Jen jacked their dicks.
I was across from Jen, staring directly at her from
behind. The beautiful curves of her ass, the glistening
of her pussy as she bent over them, I could see it all
from there.
"Why don't you suck them? Why won't she suck them,"?
Peggy asked towards me with some derision. "Does she
think she's too special? I highly doubt someone who has
all that cum on her is too good for an old fashioned
blow job."
I just smiled and said, 'Peggy, patience, we've
discussed this with Herb." That stopped her for the
time being. She went back to berating Jen.
She'd lean over real close to Jen's ear and say, loud
enough for us all to hear, "I'll bet you WISH those
dicks were in your mouth don't you, I'll bet it's HIM
stopping you, I'm sure YOU'd have no trouble getting
off everyone here, isn't that right miss perfect?" I
was totally digging this, I knew it was driving Jen to
distraction. As proof Peggy knelt behind Jen and
reached to her from behind and started sliding her
fingers over Jen's glistening snatch. 'I knew it, she
is so fucking wet right now," and she showed us all her
shiny fingers.
Jen just grunted when Peggy slid two fingers into her
wetness. It didn't look like it was very tender the way
she started finger fucking her. Still I heard telltale
signs of excitement as the squishy sound gave her away.
I knew this killed her, being finger fucked by this
woman who obvious had issues with her, while she jacked
two complete strangers, in front of me and our
neighbors.
I noticed that subtly Jen was moving back into Peggy's
hand. "Niiiice," I thought smugly. Jen was working
their shafts with precision. I couldn't see how they
managed to maintain to this point but they certainly
had good stamina, and they no doubt wanted this perfect
moment to last. Jen was grunting from exertion as well
as the fucking she was getting from Peggy.
"Yeah baby, show me you like this, like the slut you
know you are," Peggy urged, She had Jen and she knew
it. She could feel it in the way she was responding.
For my part I knew how hard this has been for Jen, it
had been 5 days since she had used her vibrator. She
normally cums daily, sometimes several times. This all
must be driving her nuts, as I wished, of course.
Peggy was using her thumb to roll over Jen's clit while
her fingers fucked her steadily. I could see the look
in Jen's eyes, I could sense her dilemma. She wanted to
cum. She wanted it badly. To cum on Peggy's hand I knew
she wouldn't accept. I could see her feverishly work
the men's cocks, hoping to get them off before Peggy
drove HER over the edge. It was Jen's pride, again, she
tries for small victories in these games, even after
what she'd done so far. I could see her claiming a
personal victory if she didn't allow herself to cum
this way. Jen was grunting, Meg was caressing her from
behind on one side, Peggy was finger fucking her from
behind on the other, the men were caressing what they
could reach, her hair, her chest. It was quite a scene.
"Do you want to cum baby?" Peggy urged into her ear,
"Don't you want your slut pussy to cum?" Jen grunted
and shook her head no but it didn't dissuade Peggy who
continued her finger assault. Jen seemed to be having
trouble finding that special something that would get
the guys off, no matter what she tried. I thought I'd
help her out. I got up and whispered in her ear.
"I said you aren't required to suck them, I didn't say
you couldn't help them out with your mouth."
She got the idea quickly. Jen knows all sorts of tricks
with her tongue, on the tip, on my balls, I knew that
would get those guys off like it does me.
Jen went for one guy's balls while she jacked his
shaft. Peggy loved that. 'Look at you, licking some
strange guy's balls, do they taste good? Do you like
tonguing strangers balls?"
Jen went back and forth on each man. She'd lick their
tips lightly, tongue their balls, I even caught a
glimpse of her tongue darting down one guys sack down
that line towards his anus. I saw him start to sweat
and wiggle. I noticed Peggy's whole hand seemed to be
glistening now, the sounds from Jen's pussy filed the
room. We were all rapt by the action. Jen had a race on
her hands she was determined to win. She had her tongue
on the first guy's dick when he started to spasm. He
was starting to shoot and Jen hadn't a clear indication
of where he wanted it.
Peggy however wouldn't let her slide. "Cum on the
slut's face, yeah, give it to her, shoot it all over
her."
I noticed her slip her ring finger in Jen's ass. I also
noticed no complaint from Jen. Her face was dripping
again when she turned to the other man with her full
attention. Peggy was pistoning her fingers into Jen's
holes with a feverish pitch. She wanted to win too. I
knew she'd like nothing better than make Jen cum at her
hands while she dripped with the cum of numerous
strangers, it'd be something she'd always lord over her
no doubt. She upped the ante by alternating her finger
fucking with sliding her tongue up and down Jen's
asshole and down to her slit. Jen was beside herself.
It was funny, watching her try and avoid the very thing
she wanted. If she wasn't so hard headed she'd have cum
so easily and no doubt so wonderfully at that moment.
Jen wasn't having it though, she was almost there with
the last guy. She was tonguing his balls and licking
his head, doing everything BUT sucking him off. I found
it funny she was so stubborn. Here she was needing the
guy to cum before she came with the only restriction
being that I told her that she wasn't REQUIRED to suck
or fuck them, I thought she'd certainly realize by now
that she could suck them, if she wished, she just
wasn't bound to under our rules. I think she figured it
out just in time for her sake. The next time she was on
the tip she enveloped his whole cockhead in her lips.
He let out a shocked moan.
"Oh yeah, I knew you couldn't resist sucking some cock
baby," Peggy scolded. "I'm surprised it took you so
long, you know you want it, suck that cum out of him
you slut," she urged. The guy was done, he had no
chance of stopping, he caressed her head while he
started to spasm.
Again, Peggy took control. "Yeah, take his cum in your
mouth this time you cocksucking whore, it's what you've
wanted all night isn't it?" she said, not allowing Jen
to answer. Instead she placed her hand firmly on the
back of Jen's head, forcing her onto his cock as he was
shooting. Jen sputtered and coughed while he filled her
throat. Peggy never let up, "Yeah baby, cum in that
bitches mouth! Fill her up! C'mon Jennifer, you've
taken more cum than that, swallow it, swallow it!
That's a good girl," as Jen was nearly drowned with the
guy's cum.
To her credit she didn't' allow Peggy the satisfaction
of thinking she couldn't' handle it. She turned her
head towards Peggy with a smirk and gulped down the
load loudly. Peggy just grinned back, 'Uh huh, a
swallowing slut, I knew it, just like ME," she giggled.
She then did something we didn't expect. She kissed Jen
fully on the lips, I could tell they were sharing the
taste of his cum. She then pulled away from Jen with a
loud popping sound. "That was awesome Jen," she huffed.
Jen was looking as wonderful as you'd expect covered in
cum. She crawled over to me sexily. She crawled up on
me and whispered lustily to me, 'Take me somewhere and
fuck me NOW," she begged.
"Oh no, you know the rules, you can't get yourself off,
and I'm sure as hell am not going to do it for you
tonight, remember the Christmas party?" I laughed.
She had the biggest pout on her face. Herb and Meg were
making love to each other on another couch, the last
two men were zipping up while heading out the door. Now
it was just Herb, Meg, Mark, Peggy, Jen and me. I could
see the wheels in her head spinning. There was NO way
she was going without cumming tonight, there was no
doubt about that.
She had to come up with a plan herself on how to do it.
I loved the possibilities. First, there was Herb and
Meg, who she would not choose, coupled with the fact
that Herb had cum already and that the pair seemed to
be busy with each other. There was me, who had denied
her that. Then there was either Peggy or Mark, and I
knew already she'd scratch her pussy on a wall to cum
before she'd allow Peggy to get her off, so that left
Mark.
I could see her weighing it in her head. She didn't
really dislike him, she just treated him like he was
nothing, back in her school days. She had taken pride
in the way she'd denied him sex. She knew how much
pride she'd be giving up just so that she could get her
little, hot, excited pussy pleased. "Hmmph," she
pouted, as she slid off me.
Peggy took her place in front of me, "let's see what
you are hiding in there, " she giggled to me, groping
my crotch. Jen shot a glance back at me like, 'No
fair!" but I just chuckled. Peg was going to reward me
with one of her well known blow jobs and I settled back
in to enjoy. I watched Jen make her decision. Seeing
Herb and Meg in one corner and Peggy and I in another,
she saw no alternative. It was as I wished, the way I'd
set it up really.
Mark sat alone, with his arms crossed as Jen crawled
towards him. "What is it you want slut?" he asked,
forcing her hand. She lowered her head and moved
towards him and I marveled at how sexy she was, her ass
swinging along with her tits, towards this man she had
denied for years. She laid her head in his lap while he
reached under her and slid his fingers in her wetness.
Mark grabbed her by the chin and looked into her eyes.
"I am going to fuck you silly, you are going to take
it, I'm going to fill you UP and you are not going to
deny me anything, isn't that right baby?" She was
pathetic, she was on her knees covered in cum,
unconsciously grinding into his fingers while he talked
to her, even she didn't realize how lost she was in it.
Had I not been there I doubt she had the resistance in
her to deny anything that happened. However, my
presence was barely keeping her in the now. I had to
end this for her.
I pushed Peggy off my cock reluctantly and I mean
reluctantly because I can see what Herb was talking
about when he talked about her mouth. I knelt besides
Jen. I whispered to her, "You want to fuck him don't
you?" I think she saw this as a challenge of our game
so she lied and shook her head no, "Yes you do, you
want it but you don't want to break our rules right?"
She looked up at that hopefully. "Remember you don't
have to fuck anyone you don't KNOW," I emphasized. The
light went off in her head. She smiled broadly.
I heard Mark ask Jen, "What do you want, slut? After
all these years, what do you want me for? Do you want
my cock NOW bitch?" he said, smiling like a madman. Jen
swallowed her pride, she was on a mission. She nodded.
"Are you finally going to suck my cock?"
Again she nodded. He took full advantage of his
situation now, his hands found her slick pussy again
and he expertly fingered her while he continued, "Well,
I'm not like these other guys, pleased by just hand
jobs or blowjobs, I am going to fuck that whore pussy,
after all these years." Jen, kneeling, just took his
abuse. "I'm going to fuck you, is that right?" he
urged.
I was starting to wonder if this was such a good idea
since Jen didn't respond. I was beginning to think that
perhaps I'd reached her limit, that she was ready to
resign, quit the game. I know she was running it all
through her head. Can I do it, can I lower myself to
letting him fuck me? Her hesitation worried me so I
knew that I'd damned well better make sure she had an
out, if she wished, I only want to push her where she
wants to go. She'd have to show me she wanted it. I
decided to give her the chance to quit. I pulled her
away for a moment, 'Excuse us," I said bruskly and I
saw the fear in Mark's eyes that he might lose another
chance.
"Have you had enough baby?" I urged, as I looked for
the answer in her eyes. She shook her head no. "Are you
sure baby?" she nodded yes. She stubbornly didn't want
to lose this game. I leaned in to Mark and I laid it
out for him quietly, if she says the words, "I quit"
you stop whatever you are doing no matter what, got
it?" he nodded, not wanting to lose his chance. Then I
pulled her aside and continued "You see how he is, how
he has treated you, are you sure you can handle that?"
She nodded. "I'll give you this one babe, you have done
well, if you want to quit all you have to do is say the
words, I quit.
This was a challenge to Jen I knew, but I really had no
penalty for her this time if she quit, I'd have let her
quit. I was probably more concerned about Mark's
intentions than she was. "Remember, now, with me, or
later with him, you say the words, I quit so that I can
hear you and I'll stop everything, ok?" again she just
nodded. I had to be clearer, "If you quit that's the
end of this game, there is no penalty, you've done
EVERYTHING I've wanted, you can stop."
She was either going to quit and deny herself the
pleasure her body was nearly screaming for but claim
victory for having survived our game, or she could
allow it to continue and accept the consequences. She
motioned her head back towards Mark as if to say, "I'm
ok, I have to go now, bye!" and she returned to her
place on her knees in front of him. I just shook my
head in disbelief and a large measure of pride. His
fingers returned to their previous target immediately.
"Do you like this?" he asked coldly "Mmm mmm" she
nodded negatively, even while grunting as Mark's
fingers fucked her. She wasn't going to show him she
liked it even with it being so obvious she wanted it,
and was going to get it.
He asked again, "I am going to fuck that wet pussy and
you are going to allow it, isn't that right, slut?"
This time she nodded affirmatively, with the excitement
of a child on Christmas morning.
"Well, wouldn't it be ironic if I denied YOU, the way
you denied ME," he laughed and with that he got up and
walked off. He casually fixed himself a drink. He began
to realize the battle was almost over, that his
triumphal time was coming.
Jen was beside herself. She was all over him, she tried
to kiss him, caress him, to convince him. He didn't
need convincing, I knew that, he had this sexy slut at
his beck and call and he knew it.
"Convince me I should even touch your slutty ass," he
sneered.
Jen took the challenge, she dropped to her knees, took
out his nearly fully erect cock and began to kiss and
lick it all over. Peggy went back to her position in
front of me and continued her oral assault on my overly
rigid dick. Jen worked on Mark while Peggy worked on
me, the sounds in the room were only of slurping and
swishing of their mouths on us. Herb and Meg had
disappeared, no doubt fulfilling their own needs. Mark
grunted finally,
"I told you a blowjob wasn't what I would settle for,"
he said, finishing his drink quickly. "Are you ready to
give me your pussy?" Jen nodded. "You understand I've
got years of pent up frustration regarding you, right?"
Again Jen nodded. "You know this means I'm going to
make you pay for all those years, right?" Jen nodded
automatically. She understood, she knew her place, she
knew what had to happen in order for her to put out the
raging fire that the desire in her pussy was causing.
At this point she'd sell her soul to get his dick
inside her. "You know I have to tear that pussy UP," he
snarled again only to see Jen nod even more excitedly.
"Damn," he growled, "you really are a horny slut." Mark
pulled her past me, ignoring me, as if not to give me
the chance to back out. I looked Jen in here wide eyes
as she passed. I mouthed the words, "I quit" as a
reminder to her, and I have to say the trepidation in
me almost wanted to hear it from her.
"I'm not as big a public sex guy as the others." he
said as he led her to the back room. It was the last I
saw of her for far more than an hour. Peggy kept me
occupied, alternately sucking me, then letting me take
her from behind. I was driven crazy by the sounds from
the other room. I heard spanking, smacking, slurping,
groaning. Mark, clearly grunting, Jen, moaning loudly.
I took only one peek, some time into it. I was rewarded
when I saw her on top of him, her hands bound behind
her with a scarf, grinding onto his cock like a wild
animal. He had his hands on her tits, pulling her
nipples out to ridiculous lengths.
I heard the familiar sounds from her as she was nearing
that point she desired for so long now. I smiled and
returned to Peggy. It wasn't long before I had to cum
myself and I let go, deeply into Peggy's pussy, pressed
against her thick ass. It wasn't what I'd envisioned.
I'd assumed I'd have fucked Jen all night, only
allowing her to cum after we'd had a good sleep. I gave
up on that idea when I heard Mark fucking her however.
I could tell she'd get everything she could handle and
more and it was ok with me. Peg and I were forced to
wait it out. It took so long we both walked outside so
she could smoke and we could get some fresh air.
I'd accomplished what I knew was a fine game. Jen had
been a public plaything, exhibited freely, forced to
pleasure masked strangers, and finally humiliated by
former acquaintances including having to cum at the
hands of one of them. In my heart I knew I'd gotten to
that spot in her as well. Peggy and I were dressed by
the time Mark stumbled out of that room.
"Was it everything you wanted dear?" Peggy asked him
sweetly.
"Oh yeah, " he grunted as he looked at me, "She won't
soon forget that," he laughed.
Mark went straight for the parking lot saying to Peggy,
"I have to warm up the car". I saw why he left in such
a hurry almost immediately. I'm sure he feared what Jen
might say. Jen appeared after a few moments. Her hair
as a mess, her mascara had started to run down her
face, the same mascara that had held up to the facials
before. There were dried tear stains running through
the cum streaks (she told me later it was from tears,
but her quote was, 'don't worry, they were good tears."
even though I wasn't so sure).
Cum was crusted on her chest, her cheeks, her nose,
even her lips. Her hands were bound behind her still.
She walked slowly, with a slightly shuffled gait. I
recognized that walk. It was the walk she had when her
pussy had been pounded or when her ass was reamed good.
She wobbled on her heels, one of which now had broken.
Her tits were red, her nipples were almost a bluish
purple.
There were red and purple hand marks on her neck. Her
ass had been beaten, I could see telltale signs of
handprints and horizontal swatches, probably a belt. I
was shocked but still I admired his handiwork. Peggy
stayed behind, probably to soak it all in, how the
mighty Jen had been used, abused.
"Do you remember that night when we were suppose to
take on the basketball team and you backed out saying
you 'weren't like that?" Pegged sneered. "Well, that's
how I looked after having to take them all on myself,"
she said with smug satisfaction, gaining the revenge
she'd always wanted.
We were both dressed but Jen just looked around the
room in a daze, she was barely coherent. I knew she'd
been used good but it also was no doubt due to her
stealing drinks all night. I realized before she did
that her outfit was gone. Herb! Ha, I like his style,
the cheeky bastard had taken her outfit with him. I
smiled at Peggy and she realized why and returned my
smile with a chuckle.
"Well, are we staying all night?" she posed
impatiently.
"Nope," I responded quickly, "I'm ready."
We walked through the lobby like that, two people
leading a naked, crusted, dripping slut, wobbling on
her broken heels. To be fair, we knew it was late, it
was a quiet place, the only one there would be the
clerk. I forced Jen to walk on the outside, towards
him, allowing him to see what a slut she was. We passed
the poor guy and heard him wheeze, "Oh my god, you
can't walk through here like that!" he demanded. I made
her stop. I said to him slowly, "I realize this is
unusual sir, but this is one particularly unusual slut,
as you can see." He nodded quickly.
"Apologize to the man," I said as I poked her in the
ribs, forcing her closer to him. He could see her in
all her glory now, a cum stained, filthy though
beautiful bound slut.
"I'm sorry sir," she said barely audibly, "I seem to
have lost my clothing, forgive me sir and we'll be on
our way."
He sniffed, "fine, just go!"
I pushed towards the door but made her stand there
inside, in front of the doors and wait, while I went to
get the car. I could see him leering at her the whole
time. At one point he approached her but my view was
blocked. Peggy joined Mark in their car and I could see
them wait out this latest escapade. I took my time
warming up the car. She wouldn't want cold seats now,
would she? It was probably no more than 2 or 3 minutes
before I drove part way up the lane. I stopped there
and motioned for her. Her hands were still bound, she
was still limping as she approached me. I made her walk
the entire distance, I wondered if some lucky people
could see this naked, bound slut walking towards me. I
opened the door and she started to get in the car. Mark
and Peggy shot by, honking loudly and waving goodbye. I
saw a few blinds open before Jen could swing her naked
body fully into the car.
"You fucking bastard!" was the only thing she said,
barely coherent now. I unbound her and put her coat on
her. That's how we fell asleep at home, she with her
coat still on, covering her welted, cum crusted body,
me fully dressed, both of us having crashed from the
outrageousness of the night's events.
Jen pretty much slept through that next Sunday, I had
to go in to work late that day to finish up some things
and I got this email at my work desk. (Using our
company email which she knows has a 'big brother'
program on it where the techs are able to read every
keystroke. She does love to rub it in doesn't she?)
"I hope you are happy. I hope you got your rocks off
good. Because there is no fucking way you are getting
this pussy for awhile now. Part of the reason is just
spite, of course, after knowing how you let Peggy get
you off. Part of it is payback for what you put me
through. But mostly, it's because I'm sore baby. Sore,
deeply and truly sore. Mark fucked me raw. He fucked me
harder than you ever have. He fucked me in a way that
sometimes, I kind of wish you did."
He brought me back into that room and devoured me. He
first slapped me across my cheek and pushed me over a
chair. I'm sure you heard him wailing away at my ass.
First it was just hard spanks. He was telling me the
whole time about how I deserved all this I was going to
get and how I was going to pay. I was thinking what a
bastard you were for picking the one guy from my past
who would have interest in punishing me like this. He
kept hitting my behind. He was trying to get me to
speak, to beg him to quit, he kept asking me, "Have you
had enough, have you had enough?" But in my pride I
refused to let him win.
He then took off his belt and threatened me with it. I
could feel myself crying, I could feel tears running
down my cheeks but I didn't give in. He began to beat
me with his belt baby. I hope you like letting him do
that to me because I'm not letting you see any of it
until the welts go down. I don't want to give you the
satisfaction. He was really whipping me good dear,
though most certainly not at his full strength, god
knows I couldn't have taken that but I was bawling by
this time. He came around the chair, grabbed me by the
hair and slammed his cock down my throat. I don't mean
anything but that, slammed.
He gagged me with it, I tasted vomit when he withdrew.
Again, he just kept yelling, "Is this what you want? Is
this what you deserve? You know it is!" I still
wouldn't answer him. I think if I'd have begged him for
mercy he'd have been content with just a good hard
fucking. I didn't want to give that to him, I didn't
want to give it to you, the satisfaction of Mark
breaking me. I think I incited a monster.
He shoved me to the floor and gave my ass another
beating with his hands as I crawled around the floor
trying to avoid them. Surely you heard, surely you
heard the sounds of your girlfriend's soft white ass
being beaten? I know you did you perv and I know you
liked it. It helped me with my resolve.
Mark pulled me up to my feet by my hair so hard that I
swear I don't know how some of it didn't come off in
his hand. "Still nothing eh? I guess this means you
like this, that you are ok with this treatment." He
smacked my face again. "You are ok with this, aren't
you?" I nodded weakly. He produced a scarf from
somewhere and tied my hands behind me, the way you
found me. It was painful, it was tight, he didn't care.
"I get to fuck you UP tonight," he said, "your hubby
said that I could do as much as you allowed, as long as
you didn't quit."
He threw me face down on the couch and without warning
he just jammed his hard cock into my pussy from behind.
He banged me hard, over and over while he pushed my
face into the couch so hard I had to turn my head to
breathe. I turned just far enough to see through the
partially open door. What do I see? You, a stupid smile
on your face, Peggy's face buried in your cock. All the
while your girlfriend gets grudge fucked, nice.
He pulled me up by the hair and while I was up, with
the other hand, he spanked my tits with his free hand.
Then he shoved me back onto the couch and resumed his
assault of my pussy. "Say it slut, say you want me to
stop and I'll stop," I'd shake my head no. He would
respond by smacking either my ass or my tits with extra
resolve. He then pulled out of me, yanked me up onto
the nearby table. "I want to see your face bitch," he
snapped.
My hands were crushed under my weight while he jammed
his cock back into me. He grabbed my hips roughly and
rode me hard baby. His hands were free now, much to my
chagrin. He used them to torture my tits baby, he HURT
your baby's tits, though, again, in a way that I
sometimes wish YOU would. I couldn't believe how rough
he was being with me. I also couldn't believe how wet I
still was, I could feel it with each thrust.
"I'm going to fuck your ass like this, slut, unless you
tell me to stop."
I thought, "oh my god," but I couldn't give in, could
I?
How would you feel about your slut girlfriend if she
ever failed in one of our games? It was not going to
happen. I was just hoping he didn't permanently hurt
me, though I didn't sense anything in him that he
would. Seeing no resistance he placed his cock at the
entrance to my ass and hesitated. He was staring into
my eyes, looking for me to beg off. "You can't let me
do this, whore, I'm going to tear that ass up," he
warned. "Tell me! Tell me to stop and I'll go back and
cum in your slut pussy, TELL ME," he begged with a
fevered look in his eyes.
I just shook my head no, I knew I'd regret it either
way. He then speared my ass with that big fucker. With
all my juice on it he plunged it all the way in. I
swear I could feel my insides ripping. Surely you heard
me scream. He banged my ass like he did my pussy, as
he'd promised. All the while his eyes devoured mine,
challenging me to take it. His hands found their way to
my neck and he began to nearly strangle me as he
drilled my back door.
I couldn't stop him, my hands weren't free. I didn't
think he'd hurt me on purpose like that but I don't
know if he knew how much he was pressing against my
windpipe. He only loosened his grip a little when he
heard me choking. I guess I felt a little bit of what
people talk about when they mention sexual asphyxia.
The buzzing in my head probably from the oxygen lack
just added to my embarrassing arousal level.
I don't know if I was more embarrassed by him fucking
me like the slut we know I am, or the fact that he was
watching my reaction the whole time. I came. It
surprised me, It took me like a storm. I came on his
cock baby, with it buried in my ass. He was laughing
out loud, watching me cum on his dick. 'Yeah, cum like
the ass fucking slut you are!"
He pulled out quickly, shoved me onto my knees and
tried to force his dick in my mouth. Ass to mouth dear,
as you know, not one of my favorites. "Tell me you
don't want my dick in your mouth and I'll stop, TELL
me," He said as he forced my head closer. "Tell me you
don't want to suck on my dirty dick, tell me that you
have one shred of dignity left." I guess I didn't, I
put it in my mouth willingly. It wasn't so bad, I've
done it before baby, I know I don't tell you all these
things. I've had men shove their dirty dicks in my
mouth after fucking my ass before, in college.
Mark was going crazy. He pulled me back onto the table
with him. He forced me on top. That's where I saw you,
watching me, fucking his dick. It made me cum again
knowing you were watching him pull my nipples almost
off my tits. You sick freak, it turned me on. I came on
his dick again honey, so hard I swear I could see
colors. I guess he'd had enough by then, he realized he
wasn't going to have to break me, it was enough for him
to have forced his ex girlfriend to cum on his dick
twice. As you know honey, it's hard for me to come
while being fucked usually, especially when its just
ass fucking, but the situation you put me in sent me
over the edge, I felt as though I could have cum with
him, just THINKING about it.
How does that make you feel? That I was so whipped up
that some guy had me in such a frenzy I came twice on
his dick? I hope it feels good baby, thinking is all
you are going to get for at least a week. Oh, he
finally came himself. He shoved himself into my pussy
again on the couch. I swear my pussy felt like soup by
now, I don't know how he even felt anything. I even
kind of wished he'd put it back in my ass. I wanted it
to feel good for him, it was the least I could do. He
came so much baby, it nearly poured out of my well used
twat. You know what he did then? He kissed my neck and
whispered in my ear, "Thank you Jen, thank you for that
SO much."
I finally smiled at him and said, 'you're welcome' he
laughed that I finally spoke, now that it was over. He
still had that scared look though, now that it was
over, wondering if he went too far. I guess he didn't,
how can you say he did when I came twice so hard it
made me forget the last time I came like that.
I could barely stand, I was surprised actually that I
wasn't bleeding. This is what you made me do baby, how
do you feel about that? How do you feel that your
girlfriend got beaten and grudge fucked by a guy with
payback on his mind? I can't imagine how it feels to
you knowing that Mark got me off twice treating me like
that. Does that scare you?
Does that give you ideas for later? I hope you have a
lot of thoughts, because that's all you are going to
get to do is think till I'm good and ready. Gee,
talking about this is making me think that maybe I
won't make you wait as long, but fuck you! You should
suffer! Ok, you know me, I take as good as I get, I
loved it, you wonderful fucker, I loved every fucking
ridiculously obscene minute of it, how do you do it?
How do you know... fuck.
Anyway, I still need to rest, that dick bruised me
inside I just know it! Oh, that was especially fucking
sick how you let that desk clerk see me like that. He
saw it all baby, all that I had, all the red marks, all
the cum on me, especially Mark's cum which was dripping
down my inner thighs. He got quite a handful of your
girlfriend, baby, two handfuls actually. He was the one
that told me what was on my ass, 'COCK SLUT" eh? I
guess I am. I guess you know what I am now. We really
need to discuss where we go next. I'm excited by it, I
hope you are too."
To be continued in part 4...
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others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world
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