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This story is a work of fiction, purely a fantasy. If you are offended by fantasy descriptions of rough nonconsensual sex, torture, or the ingestion of a wide range of bodily fluids, you should not read this story, nor should you read it if you are under 18 years of age. The story was written for White Shadow’s Nasty Stories. The holder of copyright– gives readers his permission to copy the story, but only if this disclaimer is copied as well. Butterflies. Butterflies in her stomach. A pretty thought, but not really what she felt like. No: when Trinh woke up it was 4 am, the middle of the night still, her stomach in knots, and her hands shaking. Not butterflies, more like some small animal — much larger and more powerful than a butterfly, with sharp teeth and claws — was trapped inside her belly and was trying to tear its way out. No way she could get back to sleep now. She went to the bathroom, washed her face, then she sat on the side of the tub and listened to the water run. She started to cry, not much, a tear or two, but she was upset. I shouldn’t do this, I shouldn’t do this, she kept saying to herself. But she felt like it was too late to back out. Plus, all the reasons she’d persuaded herself to do it in the first place were still there, still good reasons. I mean, the money, the money was incredible — $5000, for what, maybe two hours work, more like ninety minutes — that was insane, how could she pass that up? A friend of hers had had a spinal tap — can you imagine? — a spinal tap done at one of those medical study places, Pharmco or whatever it was — and she’d only made $4000. $4000! For a spinal tap! And here was $5000 just waiting, no pain, no work at all — just masturbating for an hour and a half while some sleazy guy taped it– very embarrassing, sure, and what if people — like her parents, oh God! — found out about it later. Ray, the guy who wanted her to make the tape, promised he’d only make one copy of the tape — for himself, the original went to a wealthy private collector. Trinh didn’t really believe this, figured at least a few copies would be distributed somehow — she just hoped not too widely. But really, $5000 dollars was a lot of money. She laughed and told herself that this was it, after today she’d never be able to get through the confirmation hearings, if she ever got nominated to the Supreme Court or something. She was giggling now, thinking of the headlines “First Vietnamese-American Supreme Court Nominee Admits Making Solo Porn Tape.” Well, goodbye to all that, Trinh thought, I’ll have to content myself with a lucrative but ignoble life in the private sector. She was laughing, feeling better. Still giggling as she gingerly lowered her little body into the steaming water. Ray looked at her picture again. She was what, 19, 20 — hard to believe she was that old, even. She looked like a kid, she could have been 13 or 14, a big smile and a sweet face, lovely jet black hair, her chest quite flat, narrow hips, what might have been called a lithe body except she was so short, not even five feet — a classic Vietnamese look, although supposedly she was half Chinese or something. A smart girl too — “a prestigious college in New England,” the card said, well, that could mean a lot of places, although he was pretty sure she lived no more than two or three hours from Boston — probably nervous as hell right now, but trying to congratulate herself on being so brave. Well, he chuckled to himself; little Miss Ivy League Asian Good Girl was in over her head this time, however brave she thought she was being. These specialty jobs were always the sweetest, $25,000 with some expenses covered to shoot six hours of videotape, the girl had to meet certain specs, a number of required acts, but really it was pretty easy. He’d hire a thuggish buddy of his to help out, pay him a couple thousand at most, a second cameraman, another couple thousand or so, the girl got a thousand up front as bait–she would never see any more money than that — so he ought to make close to $20,000 for this. And you couldn’t really call it work, either. Too much fun for that. Four foot eleven, and about ninety pounds. Just a little tiny slip of a girl. It was going to be enormous fun, stretching her out, and making her scream. Sitting on the T, her hands clutched tight to the bag in her lap, Trinh tried to think of $5000 and nothing else. $5000. No point now in worrying about how she got herself into this, it was happening, she was on her way, she couldn’t back out now. She needed the money; she had expenses her parents couldn’t understand. They were so sweet, but so strict; they wanted to manage every facet of her life and until Trinh had some money of her own, she was at their mercy. She was an adult now, and they would never understand that. Fuck, she said to herself — Trinh almost never cursed out loud, she really was prim in most ways, and she looked it, but in her head she swore and cursed and had the most dirty thoughts, she was a freak in her head, that’s probably why she’d agreed to do this — fuck, she said to herself, why am thinking about my parents? That’s not going to get me in the right mood. She closed her eyes, tried to relax. She thought of what she often did when she masturbated, two men, much larger than her, forcing her to the ground, holding her legs apart, pushing dirty fingers inside her… it was all kind of shadowy, the men hazy, just dim male shapes really, the pain kind of abstract. At first Trinh saw herself from the outside, from above, as they grabbed her and held her… but as it went on it became more real, the hands on her body, she could almost feel them, even sitting there on the T, clutching her bag, she could almost feel them holding her open, penetrating her vagina, her CUNT — she made herself think CUNT, you have a CUNT, Trinh, not a pussy or a clinical vagina, a CUNT, I have a hungry CUNT between my legs — and then the men in her head were calling her cunt, slut, whore, and then a penis, a large one, a BIG COCK was forcing its way inside, violently stretching her cunt, she was bleeding, screaming… She was shivering, shaking with desire, very wet already, sitting there on the T, feeling the dampness in her panties. That one always worked, the violent ones always got to her, other fantasies were just pictures, dry papery pictures in her head, but the violent ones somehow always came alive, felt real… made her come. Trinh was shy; she had trouble coming, trouble letting go, even with herself. She was late to begin masturbating, had been a virgin when she got to college. Barely not a virgin now, really, truthfully. God, she was going to have to think about all kinds of horrible stuff today if she was going to make herself come in front of that sleazy guy with his video camera. She took out the “script” — that sounded so silly, there weren’t any words, but what else to call it? — and went over the scenes again. Four scenes, between 20 minutes and half an hour each. The first was Trinh lying back on the bed slowly fingering herself; the next was Trinh playing with a little vibrator — not the kind you insert, just one that buzzed away on her clit — while sitting on the toilet. That was the one she dreaded. Ray had offered her an extra $500 to pee on camera, but she wouldn’t do it, not even for $1000. God, it was going to be hard masturbate sitting with her legs open on the toilet, using a vibrator was going to be strange enough. Then in the third scene she was back on the bed, with a big–well, big for Trinh, anyway–dildo, pushing it in deep. Finally she was to lie face down on the bed and hump a pillow, rubbing it between her legs until she came. Trinh had never masturbated that way, and it was awkward, when she had tried it a few nights ago, it took some getting used to, but she thought she could probably handle it. Oh God she was really dreading this. And Ray wanted her to try to talk as dirty as she could through the whole thing too. She had told him that she was too shy, that she had trouble saying bad words and stuff, but he said for her to try, if she was shy and embarrassed by talking dirty that would come across to the camera and that would be even hotter. It had made her embarrassed just to hear Ray say that! But she’d said she would try, try to talk as filthy as she could. She didn’t want to do this thing half-assed, she’d told him, and then giggled. That’s my girl, Ray had said in his soft southern accent, smiling at her.porn taboo storiesShe got off the T and walked the few blocks to the address Ray had given her, the thick moisture a little uncomfortable between her legs. It was a nice old house, a fancy one, in Newton. This was a little surprising. She checked the address again, made sure: apparently she had the right place. There was no bell; she timidly knocked on the door. After a few seconds, she knocked again, much harder. Ray opened the door, looking friendly but serious. He asked her politely if she was still ready to do this, everything they’d talked about before, and Trinh whispered a shy “yes.” Ray broke into a big smile, he was like a little boy, Trinh thought, a little boy getting to see a girl take her clothes off for the first time. Ray led her into the house, to a large bedroom and Trinh was caught off guard: there were two guys already in the room, one was fiddling with a camera and the other was just lounging like a slob in a chair. Trinh hadn’t counted on having to masturbate in front of anyone other than Ray. “Ray,” she said softly, “who are they?” The cameraman was not old — maybe thirty — but he looked like he’d let a rough life. He was paunchy, kind of oily looking, with longish greasy hair and bad skin. He was just the sort you’d expect to be filming a video like this. The other guy was similar but worse, taller, fatter, dirtier, meaner-looking. “Just relax, Trinh, everything’s fine, OK, just like we agreed. C.J. here is a cameraman, he’s done a lot of these tapes, he’s better than I am. I’m going to run the second camera when we use that, OK. And Dan back here, well, he just wants to watch, it’s true, but because if he likes what you do for us today, he might be able to get you lots more work like this… could be a pretty good deal for you, Trinh, and since you were so emphatic about me making no copies of the tape we make today, I figured he’d have to come along, you know, to get some idea what you’re like… it’s really not a big deal, Trinh…” Ray put his hand low on Trinh’s back and kind of guided her to the bed. Ooooh, his hand felt creepy, Trinh shivered and wondered how she was ever going to make it through the next few hours. She sat on the edge of the bed and said, “OK, Ray. An extra cameraman I understand, but some guy just checking me out while I do this? Come on, Ray. That’s worth another thousand dollars, I think.” Oh God she was so proud of herself for insisting on more money, it was so assertive and in control, not at all like the meek prim little Trinh that she was sick of always being. “You’re right, Trinh, you’re absolutely right, he shouldn’t get it for free, another let’s say, $500, that should be enough, shouldn’t it, what do you say, Trinh?” Ray was eager to start, she could tell, and the slobby guy, what was his name, Dan, he just kind of shrugged nonchalantly, so Trinh said, in the coolest voice she could manage, “I said $1000, Ray. $1000, or I walk or he walks.” Oh God she hoped that sounded as tough and cool as she wanted it to sound. Again the guy shrugged and Ray said, “That’s fine Trinh, OK, $1000 extra for Dan to watch, great. You’re pretty shrewd, Trinh, not as much of a kid as you look, you can tell I really want to make this movie with you. It’s going to be great. Are you nervous?” “No,” Trinh said, and then she started to laugh. “I’m lying, Ray. I’m super nervous.” “Excited though, right, still excited?” he said, “Because you look so wonderful and you’re just so sexy that I’m sure it’ll be great, a lot of fun.” A faint little mechanical sound, and a red light lit up: tape was rolling, she was being videotaped now, and the point of no return was past. “Yeah,” Trinh said bashfully. “I’m excited.” “Are you wet already, Trinh?” She looked down, away from Ray, but then made herself look up, right at the camera. “Yeah,” she said as firmly as she could, “Yes, I’m very wet right now. My… my cunt is very wet.” Her face felt hot, she was extremely embarrassed, but she had done it, talked dirty on camera. It could only get easier now. “What are you going to do for us today, Trinh? Are you going to show us that wet little pussy of yours?” “Yes,” she said. “I’m going to… to masturbate, you know, make myself come… with you… watching.” Stop being so shy, she told herself forcefully. “I’m going to stick my fingers in my wet little hole for you.” Ooooh her face was hot and flushed now, but that was better, be dirty, talk dirty, Trinh, she told herself. “Will you take off your clothes for us now Trinh?” Trinh stood and peeled off her tee shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her dark little nipples stuck out like hard little knots from her flat chest. She unbuttoned her silk pants, pulled them half way down. Ray was nodding appreciatively. She could not look at the other men, or at the camera; she stayed focused on Ray. She sat back on the edge of the bed and unfastened her shoes, pulled them off, then her socks, then her pants. All she had on now was a little pair of black cotton panties. The black was a good choice, she was pretty confident the huge wet spot was not visible. “The panties too?” she asked. Ray nodded and she wiggled out of them. “Spread your legs, please, Trinh,” Ray said hoarsely. She was embarrassed but she made herself do it, opening her thin little legs as wide as she could. She hadn’t shaved down there; her pubic hair wasn’t much anyway. She guessed that Ray had probably wanted her to shave: she knew one reason they’d probably picked her to do this tape was that she was so small and young-looking, like a little girl. That kind of sickened Trinh a bit and made her angry too — everyone always thought she was so much younger than she was — so she didn’t shave, didn’t want to play their game. Ray hadn’t asked, anyway, so he couldn’t really have expected her to shave anyway: she wasn’t a porn star, shaving her pussy wasn’t something she did. “Your cunt fur is very nice Trinh,” Ray said like he was reading her mind, “so dark and sparse, I love it, it’s lovely.” Wow, that made her feel strange, hearing him say that, but she managed to keep her legs wide open. “Get in close,” Ray said to the cameraman, “make sure you can see how wet she is.” Trinh felt dizzy, hearing that. She lightly touched her lips and felt that yes, she was so wet, it was probably easily visible to the camera. She was soupy and goopy and sloppy-wet down there, all right. She felt feverish; her face was blushing so hot. She always got so wet; so wet it made her self-conscious. She had sometimes watched in a mirror while she fingered herself, and she was always amazed, watching the tremendous gush of syrupy fluid flow out as she rubbed herself. “Trinh how often do you masturbate?” “A couple of times a week, I guess, on average,” Trinh said. “How do you masturbate? Tell us.” Ray had started to leer a little bit when he said this. He was looking into her eyes then down at her cunt. Trinh’s pussy was opening up a little, by itself; her hands were still at her sides. “I…” she stuttered a little, “I… well, I use my fingers, mostly. I have a dildo but I don’t use it much.” “Do you ever use a vibrator, Trinh?” “No.” “Do you play with your asshole as well as your pussy, Trinh, when you masturbate?” “Sometimes.” That was a big secret. She’d always pretended to be turned off by the idea of anal sex and anal insertion of any kind the few times it had come up, either when her boyfriend mentioned it or when talking about sex with other girls. But she did sometimes push a finger — or more commonly, the handle of a hairbrush — up inside her tiny little asshole when she rubbed her pussy. “What do you use, I mean, how do you play with your dirty little asshole, Trinh, when you play with it?” “I… I sometimes push a hairbrush handle, you know, inside me back there… it feels really dirty and snug and filled up…” “What sort of fantasies do you have Trinh? When you masturbate? What helps you have the biggest orgasms?” “It’s too private to talk about,” Trinh whispered. “Well Trinh when you start masturbating for us in a few minutes what will be running through that pretty sweet head of yours? Don’t be shy: please tell us.” “I have… a lot of very… you know, very violent fantasies… rape fantasies I guess… I think about that sometimes,” she was barely audible. “Say that again, Trinh, what sort of fantasies?” Ray asked. More loudly she said, “Rape fantasies. Violent and disgusting ones.” “Really Trinh? Why don’t you tell us about one of these rape fantasies of yours while you masturbate for us?” Trinh positioned herself more comfortably on the bed and began rubbing a finger gently in circles around her clit, then sneaking down and playing with her lips, pressing a finger a little way inside her vagina. Starting slowly — but she was already so wet, so hot, so ready. It wouldn’t take much to make her come the first time. “I just you know think about men grabbing me, holding me down, forcing their big cocks into me, into my mouth and cunt and asshole, cocks too big for my body, you know,” this was hard to say, but it was making her pussy throb and itch to say it, “cocks that you know kinda split me open, make me… bleed I guess, huge cocks raping my little body…” “Is that what you’re thinking about now Trinh? Big cocks tearing up your tender little holes…”father son fuck step mom“Yeah,” she said, “a big man forcing his big dirty cock deep inside me, hurting me, making me scream and cry, making me bleed…” She was working her finger hard on her clit now and pressing a finger rapidly in and out of her cunt too, pushing herself, it was making her so hot to talk this way. “More than I can take, just raping me, raping me, forcing me to take his cock…” Her breathing was getting ragged, her pussy was tingling and pulsing and she was getting close, getting close… “Go ahead Trinh, make yourself come, thinking about being raped, hurt by huge cocks, monstrous hard cocks forced inside you, tearing you open…” It didn’t take much more, a couple of quick hard little circles right on her clit and she was coming, squealing and flopping and writhing on the bed, fingers buried deep inside her wetness, her clit just pulsating like it would explode… she lay back and closed her eyes and moaned and moaned, lost in her pleasure, so nice, so intense, rippling through her body in powerful waves, her toes were tingling, mmmmmmm… And then she felt hands grabbing her still quivering body, Ray and the other guy were pinning her down, what was happening? Oh God no, no please, Trinh thought and began to scream. The two men held her. She was kicking fiercely but they were holding her arms immobile and were well out of range of her legs. She was screaming and kicking, wildly snapping at them with her mouth ineffectively between screams. The cameraman was filming the whole thing. One of the men, not Ray, the larger one, Dan was it? straddled Trinh and sat on her, crushing the breath out of her and pinning her to the mattress. She raised her knees as hard as she could, trying to knee him in the small of the back, near his kidneys, but she couldn’t manage much force, not with the man’s body pressing down on her so hard. The man held Trinh’s thin arms together above her head while the Ray began to wrap gray electrical tape tightly around Trinh’s wrists. When Dan leaned forward to pin Trinh’s bound wrists against the headboard, to tape them in place there, Trinh mustered her strength and managed to bite him on the neck, not very hard. He cursed, let go of Trinh’s taped hands for a second, held her head still with one hand, and drove his other fist into her nose. A short quick punch, without that much force behind it, but the pain was surprisingly intense. She was stunned. He drew back his fist again, then paused, opened his hand and slapped her hard. That took some of the fight out of her. She wasn’t struggling much now but she was still screaming, screaming as loud as she could. She was still half-heartedly trying to kick as Ray and Dan spread her legs wide apart, each man securing an ankle to a bedpost. She was really helpless now, spread open and bound, open to whatever these men wanted to do to her. She was crying now, still screaming too, hot tears running down her face as she screamed like a baby. “Let’s shut her up for a bit,” Ray said. He wadded up Trinh’s panties and shoved the wet black cotton mass into her mouth as she screamed, muting her. “Oooh that’s pretty,” the cameraman said, almost involuntarily, as he focused on Trinh’s tear-stained face, so fragile and lovely and helpless, stressed with pain and fear, the black panties crammed roughly into her mouth, which still made muffled little attempts to scream. “Work her tits a little, Dan,” Ray said. The man grinned and obliged, taking Trinh’s hard left nipple between thumb and forefinger and abruptly pinching very hard, and twisting. Trinh’s nipples were tiny and sensitive. She liked them to be pinched, hard; she could never get her boyfriend to do it hard enough. Sometimes when she masturbated, she put clothespins on her nipples and lately she’d taken to putting those little black binder-clips on them — God, they squeezed hard; it was all she could take. But this was much worse. He was pinching and twisting both nipples now, pulling her little tits away from her body, stretching them. Then he was biting her left nipple, God, so hard! He was drawing blood! Chewing hard on her nipple, tearing it like a piece of meat! Trinh closed her eyes, tried to close off her mind somehow, trying even to concentrate on the pain itself so she would not be tormented by fears of what would happen next. Things were just starting, she knew, everything would get so much worse before these men were done with her… so she just tried to focus on the pain itself, the spiky pain in her nipples. She felt something pushing inside her cunt, while the guy continued ripping her nipples with his teeth. It was small, a finger, probably. She tried to tighten up but it was already inside prodding her. It didn’t really hurt though, not like her nipple, which she could feel being scraped raw and lacerated and torn open by Dan’s teeth. All at once Dan stopped biting her; she opened her eyes to see the big dumb brute leering cheerfully at her, his stupid face smeared with her blood. It was sickening. He spat at her and a bit of flesh hit her face along with his bloody saliva. God, he had really bitten the tip of her nipple off! This was so terrible, so awful — she was trying to scream and she tried to look down at her ravaged little breasts, both nipples were badly torn, ragged looking, the left one still bleeding… Ray took his finger out of Trinh’s cunt and Dan lowered his mouth and quickly and expertly found her clit. He gripped it hard between his teeth and began to bite. This was worse, lots worse, that the nipples. She could feel him breaking the delicate skin, it was too much, the pain was too much, oh God, oh God, no, no, no, she was screaming, Ray took the panty gag out and her voice was shrill and piercing, she was screaming “oh please no please God no” over and over again in her high squeaky voice. Dan stopped biting her clit. The pain in her clit slacked off a little, but now she felt her torn nipples again too, her whole body was on fire now, it felt like. She continued to cry and scream. Dan stood next to Trinh’s face and he unbuttoned his pants. He lowered them, then his underwear, and a massive cock, long but mainly thick, the thickest Trinh had ever seen, even in pictures or movies, it was like a beer can almost, was inches from Trinh’s face. She was still fighting, trying to snap at his cock but she couldn’t reach it. Ray said, “It’s just like your fantasies Trinh, isn’t it? Dan’s cock will split your tiny little cunt wide open… oh won’t that make you come so hard Trinh, that big dirty cock just tearing your little open cunt apart?” Trinh was screaming, pleading, “Don’t please don’t, just let me go, please just let me go, I won’t press charges, just let me go…” Ray was laughing. He aimed his camera at Trinh’s face while C.J. got into position to tape the actual insertion, the actual pussy-ripping rape Trinh would soon be forced to endure. Dan stood between Trinh’s legs and without much preparation began to push the swollen head of his cock hard into her pussy. She was fighting still, trying to tighten up and close off her cunt, but it was no use, and her fighting made the pain worse… it was good that she was so wet, at least… she relaxed some and part of his cock slid in more easily. He was so big though, huge, and she could feel his cock stretching her skin, she was crying, but trying not to scream, trying to relax as much as she could, so it wouldn’t hurt so much… “Is she bleeding yet?” Ray asked C.J. “Oh yeah she’s nice and bloody down there, he’s really tearing her up,” C.J. said gleefully, his camera glued to the point of attack. Dan was grunting, straining, and pushing in as hard as he could. “Yes little bitch, take it, take it, little bitch,” he kept saying, almost to himself, as he pummeled Trinh’s helpless tiny pussy. She could feel him stretching her past the breaking point; feel her tender skin beginning to tear, beginning to bleed profusely. It felt like someone was fucking her hard with a baseball bat covered with sandpaper. She could feel the skin chafing–no, ripping open–with every hard thrust. She was screamed out now, just too tired to manage it, but she was sobbing and squealing a little each time her assailant pushed in deep. “I’m close,” Dan said loudly. “Where do you want it?” “Pull out and squirt on her belly. I don’t want it too sloppy in there when I fuck her,” Ray said. Dan pulled his enormous cock out of Trinh so fast she had to gasp, but she felt better — a little better — as soon as he was out of her. Dan leaned forward over her and stroked himself once, and suddenly his cock violently spat out a wave of thick sperm. It squirted out hard, and hit Trinh in the chin, on her neck, and then the little spurts covered her belly and her lower abdomen. A little pool of Dan’s repulsive semen collected in her bellybutton. “Oh God oh sweet fuck,” Dan said, “that’s so good, so good, she’s as tight as a little kid, God, I swear that’s the tightest little cunt I’ve ever been inside, it’s like fucking a ten year old, my God.” He was huffing and puffing and rubbing his softening cock, a little semen still oozing from its peehole. Trinh was in so much pain she was dizzy. It came from everywhere, her nipples, her ear, her cunt, lines of raw unquenchable pain radiating through her body. She was disoriented, very weak; letting out little gasps and sobs from time to time. Ray was taking off his pants. “Take a look, Trinh,” he said, standing beside her and turning her head so she could see his cock up close. It was smaller, a lot smaller than Dan’s, but still, bigger than average. “After having Dan inside you, you probably won’t even feel me,” Ray said, chuckling. Trinh hoped he was right. “Are you ready little bitch?” Ray asked. When Trinh made no response, he spit on her face. “I said ‘are you ready, little bitch?'” This time Trinh managed a little nod. “Good girl,” Ray said.amateur sex photoHe got down between Trinh’s legs and drove himself balls-deep into her cunt with one big thrust. It hurt some, but added to what she was already feeling, it wasn’t really much worse, not at first. “Oh yeah that’s nice,” Ray said, and he began to pump rapidly in and out. There was wetness, from Trinh’s pussy juices and her blood, and she was still pretty stretched out from Dan; Ray was sliding in and out easily, but the raw wounds from the earlier rape came alive with pain on every thrust. Before long it was almost as bad as it had been when Dan was raping her. She tried to close her mind down, to feel nothing, to keep herself separate from the pain, but every time he pushed hard into her, he was rubbing her poor tortured little cunt more and more raw, grinding her flesh almost, she couldn’t keep it from hurting, couldn’t minimize the pain, even in her exhaustion the pain was so intense, so unavoidable. I must be about to die, she kept thinking, I can’t take much more, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t. Too weak to scream steadily, but she was whispering, “I can’t, I can’t, I can’t” as Ray pushed in and pulled out. “Oh God I’m there,” Ray squealed and he pulled his cock out and raised his body up over Trinh and squirted a hot messy pulse of gooey sperm all over her wincing little face. Ray rolled off, panting. “Jesus she’s a hot little whore, that was so good, so tight, even after you split her open,” he said to Dan. “Just like you said, practically like a little kid. What a hot bloody little hole, God damn.” The cameraman was holding the camera with one hand and with the other he unzipped and took his little cock out and rubbed it, aiming for Trinh’s face too, coming hard, shooting his own sour thin semen on top of Ray’s. The three men stood around her, their drooping cocks still dripping. Dan was starting to get stiff again, slowly. Trinh’s eyes were closed; she was holding her breath, trying to make herself lose consciousness. “Oh God Trinh you must be one tired little Ivy League bitch after all that,” Ray said to her in a mock-sweet voice. “You must be very thirsty.” Trinh opened her eyes and Ray immediately spit on her sperm-coated face. “Are you thirsty, little bitch?” Ray asked her. “Yes,” she said softly. “Please let me go now, please.” Ray said, “No baby doll, we aren’t nearly done with you, Trinh. Not at all. But if you’re thirsty, we can fix that. Are you ready, Dan?” Dan nodded. The big man then straddled her chest and pressed his smelly large penis against Trinh’s face. She was still crying quietly. His penis was smeared with her blood and her vaginal fluid –part of the awful smell was her own pussy, her own blood. The penis was sort of semi-hard now and the man kind of slapped it lightly against Trinh’s face, popping the stiffening flesh against her cheek. “Open your mouth, you little slut,” the man said. Trinh parted her lips, trying to prepare herself to have the smelly dirty cock forced deep into her mouth, down her throat. She knew she would gag, probably she would gag over and over again, she might vomit… she didn’t want to do that, didn’t want to risk choking to death… But then the man started urinating! He was pissing in her mouth! The taste was salty and sour and acrid… she tried to let it drool out of her mouth, but the man screamed, “Swallow my piss you fucking bitch! You fucking toilet!” He stopped pissing for a second and smacked her open-handed across the face and Trinh started gulping the foul liquid down. The camera was only about a foot from her face, it was getting a little urine splattered on it, the cameraman was getting a good close up shot of Trinh’s revulsion, of sour salty piss flooding her prissy little mouth, filling her up as she gulped it down. And then the man was aiming his cock at Trinh’s face, at her hair, soaking her pretty little head with his urine. He just kept pissing, more and more of it, dripping all over Trinh, running down her throat. Please stop, please make it stop, Trinh kept saying — praying — to herself, and she was still swallowing, still tasting the man’s pee, the stream was still powerful, she could feel it hitting the back of her throat as the man called her a urinal, a pissy whore, a little toilet bitch. At last he finished. A last few drops of acrid urine fell on to Trinh’s tongue, Dan slapped her face softly and then he got off of her body. “That was just a little appetizer for you, my sweet slut,” Ray said and left the room. Trinh tried not to wonder what he meant by the piss being just an appetizer, tried not to think about what was going to come next. From the kitchen Ray brought o

Then I saw him, there he stood. His head was down, his hair a dark curtain covering his eyes. My gaze lingered on him for an instant, his head tilted to the side a little bit, so that one eye peaked out of his dark hair. He looked directly into my eyes. My drink stopped at my parted lips, I felt foolish, blushing, I swallowed hard and set the drink down on the table in front of me. Gathering my courage up, my eyes drifted down the rest of his body. He wore a black net long sleeve shirt, his upper body was totally visible through the netting. I could see the chiseled look of his chest, the dark circles and glint of silver where his nipples stood out against the material. His legs were encased in what looked like broken in black leather, tightly buckled at the waist with a silver buckle. Black biker boots with small silver buckles on the sides rounded out the package. Both of his hands were stuffed into the front pockets of his pants, his shoulders were down and rounded, sorta like a little kid who knows he’s done something wrong and is just waiting for the punishment. When my eyes had made it back up to his face, he had moved his head a little more to the side and back so that I could see his entire face. He was looking right back at me. I hope he likes what he is seeing, I thought to my self as I straightened out my shoulders and sat up a little straighter. A small smile curved the corners of his mouth, and I blushed again. I don’t usually go to clubs alone, but my date had canceled and I had just sorta wondered in. The guy had taken his hands out of his pockets and placed them against the wall behind him, fingers spread out near his hips, palms against the brick. He looked like he was about to push off the wall, but he stayed there, looking at me with that half smile on his lips. When my heart stopped beating so fast and my breath came easily again, I realized that he was waiting for an invitation. Fear bloomed in my stomach, what the hell was I doing, did I really want this to happen?? I looked down at my hand on the glass and realization dawned warm and comforting in my groin. I looked back up at him, he had raised his eyebrows a little, sort of a question mark in his eyes. I nodded at him and the question left his eyes and a smile took its place. He pushed off the wall, winked at me and turned around and strode out the door of the club. So I was supposed to follow him, did I dare? Fear doubt and an incredible electric feeling hit my stomach again, I stood up and downed the rest of the drink in one gulp. I walked quickly to the door, pushing out into the warm air. The noise level went down considerably. There he was, just turning the corner to where my car was parked. I followed. The parking lot was not lit very well, lights at either end of the building where you either spiraled up or down to the next level, but no lights in between. He was leaning against my car, waiting for me. I got a better look at him up close, it was still dark but I my eyes were getting adjusted. He had small silver nipple rings and no hair on his chest. His smile revealed perfectly white teeth. His hair was black, shining and just past his shoulders. He had one hand in his front pocket and the other was leaning against the top of my car, bent at the elbow his hand cradling his head. I did not know what to say. I pulled keys out of my jeans and walked around to the passenger side of the car, the side he was on. His hip was pressed against the door handle. I held the key out in front of his groin and made a stab at the lock. I missed, the key clattered against the paint on the door. I could feel his eyes on me, I looked up nervously at his face, the keys jangling slightly in my hand. He really did have perfect teeth, they were all showing in the smile he was wearing. The hand that was in his pocket came out and lightly touched my hand that was holding the keys. I felt a bolt of electricity shoot up my arm and go directly to my lower stomach. I dropped the keys. They lay right on his silver buckled boot. I smiled nervously and bent my knees, going straight down the front of his body to retrieve the keys. His boot moved slightly so that the keys fell between his boots. I swallowed on a dry throat and got my hand around the key ring. My face was directly in front of his crotch, the leather smelled warm and rich. As I was standing up, I let my hand stay between his legs, softly raking the key up the inside of his leg. When I got to groin, I scraped up the front of his thigh and looked into his face again. I felt more power, more control.sex imageHis eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly open, his hips had pushed forward a little. But I could still hit the key hole. The key slide into the lock, I turned it and brushed the front of his pants with my knuckles. Again I felt the bolt go up my arm and straight to my cock. He leaned closer and whispered something in my ear. Was it Latin? I didn’t understand it. He simply smiled and opened the car door. He folded himself into my little sports car. I ran around to the drivers side. He had reached across and unlocked my door. I got in and noticed how big he looked in my car, he looked uncomfortable. I reached between his legs and found the control that moved the seat back, my elbow was brushing against his cock as I struggled to move the knob from my position. It finally let go and swept him back about 15 inches. He stretched his legs out and sighed. I put the key in the ignition and paused to think of what I was doing. What was I doing? Where was this going? I looked again at his body, he was beautiful. I turned the ignition and put the car in reverse. I went to the spiral that went down and we were soon on the street, heading to my house. It was incredibly hot in my car, he touched a button on the door and the window came down on his side. His hair flowed freely around his face and shoulders. I could smell him on the breeze, in the car. He smelled very masculine, with just a little polo. I wanted to touch him, taste him, get in really close and smell him. I struggled with all these emotions, and more. Did this mean I was gay? Had I been gay all along. Sex with My girlfriend had been satisfying, I came didn’t I? But I don’t think I had ever been this aroused at just the thought of touching someone. I wanted desperately to reach out to him, caress him. He hummed slightly, his eyes closed, his head turning slightly to catch the breeze. It was a short drive, I live just outside the city. I rolled to a stop in my garage and pushed the button on my visor to close the door. I sat there waiting for something, anything. I was losing a battle with my self. He touched my leg, his hand was incredibly hot. I felt burned. A decision was made. I turned to him, there in the car, and looked into his eyes. They were a dark liquid brown. He looked at me expectantly, searching my face for some kind of clue. His hand still burned on my leg, he gave a small squeeze. I took his hand from my leg and brought it up to my mouth, brushing my lips across his knuckles. That’s when the dam burst inside me, I knew what I wanted and I knew how to get it. I got out of the car and headed for the door to the house. I heard his door shut and knew he was following me. I opened the door to the landing inside the house. From the landing you could go three ways, down to the basement, up to the second floor, or straight ahead to the kitchen. I chose the basement, I had a pool table, wet bar and a very comfortable leather couch down there. Not to mention the big screen and stereo. I could hear him padding down the stairs behind me. I turned on the light over the pool table and went to the bar and poured a white Zin, and offered it to him. He was looking at my stereo set up. He found the power and Nine Inch Nails started pumping out of it. He turned it down a little and turned to me with that big smile. He took the Zin and offered it to my lips, I did not catch it all in my mouth, some escaped. He came in close, his body pressed to mine and licked the wine off of my chin and the corner of my mouth, I think that was the no turning back point. One of my hands found his ass and the other tangled in his hair. He set the glass down on the pool table and wrapped his arms around me. Both of his hands scratching down the small of my back and into my jeans. My mouth found his, it was hot and alive with electricity. I could feel small explosions rocking my head, my cock, my hips, my stomach, my mouth. He was licking my teeth, biting and sucking at my lips, reaching further into my mouth with his tongue. I felt him break the kiss, I sucked in air and went searching for his hot mouth again. He had moved to my jaw, he was kissing along the curve and following it up to my ear, leaving a wet trail where ever his mouth touched. I groaned and dragged his mouth to my throat, right below my ear, I could hear his ragged breathing and feel his hot breath on my throat. I took his earlobe in my mouth and sucked for all I was worth. I gently tugged on it with my teeth and then moved to shove my tongue into his ear. That got a groan out of him. I could feel him sucking hard on my neck, how was I going to explain a hickey to My girlfriend? He came up for air and found my mouth again, I was ready, I let my tongue trace his wet lips, then I pushed in side his mouth to lick his teeth and probe into the nooks and crannies of his luscious mouth. He moaned and roughly rubbed his leather crotch to my denim one. He pulled his hands off my ass and out of my pants. He was moving his hands up my chest to the buttons on my shirt. He struggled with the first one briefly before just pulling it apart, he did the same all the way down to my stomach. Buttons were flying everywhere. I pulled his shirt over his head and threw it to the couch. I wanted a closer look at his nipples. They were perfectly round, puffy and an erotic shade of red. The silver rings made his nubs stand on end. I wanted to take it in my mouth, but I didn’t want to hurt him. He roughly pushed my lips to his nipple. I gently took the whole thing into my mouth, ring and all. I could not close my teeth around his nipple so I tugged on the ring with my teeth. He hissed and ground his leather crotch against me. I lavished the same attention on his other nipple. One of my hands was caressing the small of his back, I love that area. The other was wrapping itself in his silky hair. I pulled his head back roughly and locked my mouth on his neck, let him explain that hickey to his girlfriend. When I could taste blood in my mouth, I let his neck go. The clash of the bright red hickey on his white throat was so sexy. His hands were moving over my chest pinching my nipples and tugging the hair that was all over my pecs. I wanted to move down his body, I started at his collar bone and kissed and sucked my way down his chest. I made a wet trail to his right nipple, my hand closed on his left one, pinching and pulling at the ring. My mouth slid down his rib cage. I found a whispy pleasure trail. I tongued every hair on his belly before moving to his belt buckle. I tried to undo his belt with my teeth, but it would not budge, so he undid it himself. I loved the feel of the warm metal in my mouth as I pulled the belt free from its loops. I threw the belt toward the couch and moved toward the buttons on his leather pants. I pulled and they undid themselves. He was standing above me, his hands on either side of his body holding himself up with the pool table. I could smell his crotch, the heat was incredible. It felt like I was reaching in to molten lava, as I reached into his pants. I felt a thick patch of hair and further down a very hard cock. He wore no underwear. With one hand still inside, I pulled his pants off with the other, all the way down to his black square toed boots. His cock lay twitching in my palm, purple and glistening in the heat. I kissed the tip, I ran my tongue along the underside. I licked at his balls and then came up to tug on his bush with my teeth before pushing him onto the pool table. I pulled his boots off, then his pants, then socks. He lay there naked and beautiful. I took the glass of Zin and poured some on his cock, it ran over his hips and down his balls and dripped onto the pool table. I started to lick it up. It had pooled on his thigh, the wine tasted funky mixed with his salty flesh taste. I left him there on the table while I undid my belt and jeans. I shucked them off in one fluid movement. I was wearing boxers. my cock stuck out of the slit at an angle. those too came off and went to the pile of clothes near the couch. I went back to him. his hips were on the pool table, his legs dangling over the edge. I pushed his knees up till his feet were planted on the bumper of the table leaving his ass and balls swaying gently over the edge. I got more wine and poured it on his balls this time. I watched it flow down the crack of his ass and drip down the edge of the pool table. I knelt on the floor so that my face was level with his ball sac. I pushed his thighs further apart and leaned into his balls. I tried to suck them both into my mouth at the same time. I couldn’t, so I settled for one then the other. He was writhing on the edge of the pool table, moaning and groaning just the way I like it. I ran my tongue down the path that the wine had taken and I heard a loud moan. I pushed my face into his ass and wedged my tongue into his hole. The sounds he was making went up an octave as he ground his ass onto my tongue.taboo xxx storiesHe had taken his cock in hand and was stroking it slowly from balls to tip. I searched around for a while trying to find his prostate with my tongue. No luck, but by this time he was growling to me or to himself, I couldn’t tell. After slobbering all over his hole I stood up and took my cock in hand, running it up and down his crack. His eyes were smoldering into mine, begging me to ram my cock up his ass. I placed the head of my tool up to his puckered little ring, and pushed very gently. His little ass welcomed me in and settled around my cock. I was gripping his upper legs and pulling him toward me, sinking deeper into his tight little hole. His teeth were set and his eyes were closed, he was still pulling on his cock, long slow strokes. I had bottomed out, my balls were against the pool table. I slowly pulled all eight inches out, I aimed the tip of my cock and plunged in ball deep. He yelped and started to stroke himself faster. I leaned over and bit his leg, I smacked his ass, I wanted him to cry out again. I pulled all the way out again, and lingered at the opening, I took his balls in my hand and rolled them around. I gave them a good tug as I shoved my cock in to the hilt. He cried out, I am pretty sure it was Latin, what ever, as long as he made noise. I wrapped his legs around me and picked him up, my cock still buried to the hilt inside him. I held him close to me, I pulled on his nipple rings, sucked one in my mouth, then the other. I carried him to the big leather couch, my hips pumping into him the whole time. His cheek lay against my forehead, his mouth close to my ear. He was whispering something to me, I could not understand. His cock was rubbing against my abs. I laid him down on the couch and kissed his forehead, his brow, eyelids, the tip of his nose until I found his hot little mouth. I sucked fiercely on his bottom lip, pulling and biting into it. I licked his teeth forcing my tongue deeper into his mouth, feeling his cock squirm against my abs. I pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again finding a slow rhythm. working my way in and out while my tongue tried to rape his mouth. I wanted him to be noisy, I wanted to hear his grunts and groans. I pulled off his mouth and bit his shoulder. He cried out and humped against my abs, both his hands were wrapped around my ass, pulling me deeper into him. I leaned down to his ear and whispered “Fuck my cock baby,” then shoved my tongue into his ear. He shouted something and his ass got very tight and so hot. I could feel that he was coming on my stomach. He pinched my ass and scratched my chest, his ass gripping my cock so tightly that I started to come, bucking roughly into him again and again until collapsing on top of him. We lay that way for a long time, snuggled together, me on top and still inside him. My head resting on his shoulder. I could feel his cock moving against my abdomen, getting smaller and tucking itself back into its foreskin. I let my spent cock slide out of him and felt my cum seeping out. I moved to his side and held him to me, my front to his back, one arm under my head as a pillow, the other wrapped around his abdomen. I could hear his light breathing, I think he was asleep. I drifted off to sleep, feeling more relaxed, happier than I had ever been in my entire life.

Teenager secretly works in a glory hole booth. Her last visitor of the night has the perfect cock, but what’s…

I meet this guy in a bar one night while on a business trip and we got talking we both…

I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth of booze. My senses were reeling, and I felt extremely weak and sick to my stomach. Where was I? What had happened? Better yet, what was happening? It was very cold, and I was sitting naked in a chair. A very uncomfortable chair, at that. I tried to move, but found that I was bound securely. My wrists had been bound so tightly that my hands were numb, and the circulation was in danger of being cut off. My legs had been tied as well, and try as I might, I could not move, besides the fact that was still feeling somewhat dizzy and weak.“Awake finally?” spoke a female voice. I opened my eyes, but found myself blinding by a light which streamed brightly into my face, and closed them again.“I’ll take that as a yes,” the voice said again, and I was aware of the light being turned slightly away from my face.“The other one’s awake too, Amber,” said another voice, further across the room. I opened my eyes again, slowly this time, allowing time to adjust to the light.The room was dim, save for the intense lamp that had recently been shone into my face. I was tied securely to a chair in the middle of the room, and there appeared to be another figure across the room, bound very tightly as well, though lying on the floor. In front of me stood the woman who apparently was Amber, the one who had been talking to me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with long, straight black hair, and eyes that were a piercing blue, and almost shone with coldness. She was pale, possibly attributed to the lighting, but it made her look almost like a vampire from out of the movies.“Now he’s definitely awake,” remarked a woman standing next to her. “You never told me he was so cute.” She looked over my body appreciatively, and Amber just laughed.“Doesn’t matter, Shanna,” Amber replied. “It’s not him I want.” Shanna looked to be possibly a few years younger than Amber, and sported a slight resemblance, as though they might be related. In contrast, she was not quite as tall, and not nearly as thin and shapely. Shanna’s hair was a light brown, and was shorter than Amber’s, and wavy. Shanna did not have the coldness about her that Amber seemed to project. Shanna just shrugged in response to Amber’s comment, moving closer to me and reaching out to run hand over my chest, and downward to my crotch.“Whew,” she breathed. “Can’t I have him when we’re done?”“He may not be around when we finish,” Amber responded. She glanced over, and I saw that there was another figure crouched next to the apparent other captive who was tied up on the floor.“Is that one awake, Kristi?” Amber asked.“Yes,” Kristi answered quietly. Kristi appeared to be the youngest of the group, from what I could tell, and there was almost a sort of innocence about her. I tried to make out who the figure was in the floor, but the lighting wasn’t good enough. Apparently it didn’t have to be, though, as Amber and Shanna proceeded to drag the person across the floor and deposit him nearby, where the light showed all.It was my best friend, Phillip.Memory was returning to me now. I vaguely remembered a night ago, or was it two nights? It was hard to tell at this point. I had been drinking, and so had Phillip and my other friend, Jonathan. Jonathan had invited this girl over that I had never met before… what had happened? Most was hazy after that… I was jolted back to reality when Amber slapped the shit out of me. She struck hard. I could feel the blood oozing out of my lip.“Where is he?” Amber demanded, her cold gaze cutting deep into my eyes.“What?” I asked, confused, and this earned me another slap across the face.“He raped and killed our sister,” Amber said, her voice full of anger and barely suppressed hatred. “Where is he?”“Your sister?” I stammered, still lost, licking the blood from my busted lip. “What… what do you mean??”“Katrina,” Amber said slowly, never taking her eyes away from me. Shanna watched in what seemed to be amusement, and Kristi was not even watching the spectacle. Memories of that night flooded through my mind…Katrina… I knew the name. It was the name of the girl Jonathan had been with.“I… I don’t know!” I exclaimed, and this earned me a full-force punch in the face, and I could feel the blood streaming from my nose as my eyes watered unbelievably from the stinging pain.“You might want to listen to her,” mused Shanna, with a half-smile.“Are you lookin’ for Jonathan?” called Phillip from the floor, and all eyes turned on him. Good, I thought. The attention is away from me now.“Yes,” Amber whispered, an almost fanatical gleam in her eyes. At this point, as I watched, I was wondering deep in my mind how I had even ended up here. I had been drinking a lot, it was true… had Jonathan raped and murdered Katrina after I had passed out? And then I had been kidnapped by these psychos, while I was still out of it? That almost had to be it.“We don’t know where he is!” Phillip tried to convince them. “Last time we saw him, he was with that girl. I was too drunk to know-” He yelped as Amber kicked him in the head, silencing him.“Then we’ll do this the hard way,” she said, turning back to me.“I bet I can get it out of him,” Shanna said, moving over to me. I gasped involuntarily as her tongue began to caress my flesh, while she took my very penis in her hand. It soon began to stiffen, and she bent lower, her mouth closing around the head of it.My breathing was really heavy now, and my heart was pounding faster than it had in weeks as she gently sucked away. Oh, my god… Amber and Kristi just watched, as I moved quickly toward my climax. Just before I orgasmed, though, an unbearable pain shot through me as Shanna bit into my cock, drawing blood. I cried out in pain, and I became limp in no time. Oh, shit, this hurt like nothing ever before… he she just kept adding more and more pressure!“Tell us, or she’s going to bite it off,” Amber said to me, and the fact that she was almost smiling would have led me to believe she was joking if not for Shanna’s mouth around the head of my cock, and her sharp teeth threatening to remove it forever! I screamed, not able to take much more.“Please!!!!” I shouted over and over, and Amber just smiled and shook her head.“He isn’t very smart, is he?” Kristi commented.“All right!” Phillip shouted, catching Amber and Kristi’s full attention. “I’ll tell you where you can find him!” I sighed in relief as Shanna finally stopped, releasing me from the torment and moving away. She flashed a smile at me as I sat catching my breath, still wincing at the pain.“Where is he?” Kristi asked Philip.“Two houses to the left of mine, where you found us,” Philip informed them hurriedly. “The address is 1732 Chandler Street. He’s staying with a friend for today and tomorrow.” Amber and Shanna just looked at each other for a few seconds, Shanna smiling just slightly. Kristi looked down at Phillip, shaking her head with a sigh.“Wrong,” she said. “Jonathan left town, we’ve already been told.”“What?!” Phillip asked, his voice tinged with fear. “But he is staying there! Go look for yourselves if you don’t believe me!”“Since you’re a liar, we can’t use you,” Amber observed of Phillip. Then she turned to me.“If you think he left town, why are you asking us?” I demanded. “Why are you even doing this to us??”“Now, now,” Amber said. “We only need one of you. But I’m going to give you a chance to tell me the truth before one of you has to die. I wonder how long you two can live without oxygen?”“What are you talking about?” Phillip shouted. Amber glanced down at him in annoyance.“I think that one should be the one to go,” she said.“I agree,” said Kristi. “No contest.”“Wait! No!” Phillip began screaming. “I can-” at this point his sentence was abruptly ended, however. Kristi shoved her hands down over his mouth and nose. He struggled uselessly as his air supply was cut off, but he was bound too tightly to even move.“As soon as you tell me where I can find this Jonathan,” Amber said to me, “she’ll let him have some air.” Phillips eyes looked toward me pleadingly, yet I was helpless to do anything. I even attempted to make up answers to the whereabouts of Jonathan, but Amber would just shake her head, and Shanna just smiled knowingly. Phillip’s whimper was barely audible from beneath Kristi’s hands, and she just looked into his eyes as he eventually lapsed into unconsciousness, and finally death.“You just let your friend die, you know,” Amber said to me. I spat at her, and all three began laughing at me.“Tell me now, or you’ll be suffering the same fate,” Amber said, her voice like death itself.“Fuck you, you psychotic bitch,” I spat.“Have it your way,” she said with a shrug. “Shanna?” I struggled with all my might in the next instant, but I was helpless to move to defend myself.Shanna walked around to the back of the chair, and Amber punched me in the stomach, which was unexpected, and I gasped for breath. I felt like puking. At this point, I felt Shanna’s hands close over my mouth, and my nose was pinched shut as well. She was smothering me. Amber and Kristi just watched nearby, and I sat in the chair like an object for their entertainment.“I guess we’ll just have to find Jonathan on our own,” sighed Amber. I struggled to draw breath against Shanna’s warm hands, but it was impossible. I was going to die for their amusement. Almost a minute had passed by now.“So, what’s for lunch?” Kristi asked.“I guess we’ll dump their bodies and then we can try that new Mexican place down the street,” Amber said. “Have you been there yet?”“No, but I heard it was good,” replied Kristi.“I’m hungry too,” I heard Shanna say from behind me. “Hurry up and die, will you?” It had been a minute and a half, and I was getting dizzy. I would have begged for mercy had I been able to, but it was too late. I began whimpering, and apparently Shanna felt it beneath her palms, and laughed at me. After two minutes had passed, I felt myself slipping… slipping into darkness…“Good, I don’t think it should be too much longer,” Shanna assured the others as I drifted into unconsciousness. A short while later, I was dead, and no one would ever know what had happened to me. Just as their Katrina had disappeared, so had Phillip and I. Had it truly been justice?“Do you think there’s a chance we’ll find Jonathan now?” Kristi asked.“Of course,” Amber replied. “He’s staying with his friend today and tomorrow. I believe the address is 1732 Chandler Street.” She smiled almost innocently after saying this.“You mean you knew all along?” Kristi asked, taken aback.“Of course,” Amber responded. “Shanna and I both did.”“The punch here is great,” Shanna commented two hours later, when her, Amber, and Kristi sat together in the new Mexican restaurant down the street.

It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of…

“Wendy, I’ve told you before. You are NOT going out without a bra on, and that’s final,” said Wendy’s mother, Bea, as she caught her daughter sneaking out of the house for school. One glance at her daughter’s tight school blouse had confirmed that her fourteen-year-old daughter had not put one on, again.“Oh mom, c’mon, I’m late for school!” complained Wendy, looking down at her own chest – was it that obvious?“Not my problem. I told you before that you’re not to go to school without one.”“Aw, mom, no-one will know!”“Wendy,” sighed Bea, she’d been through this argument many times, “I told you before – you’re a big girl now. You can’t go out like that, it really does show.”“I’ll put one on tomorrow, promise. It’s just that I’m late now,” said Wendy trying to get away.“No!” yelled her exasperated mother and grabbed Wendy’s arm. Pulling her back into the hall she closed the front door firmly.“Look!” she said, pushing Wendy in front of the hall mirror. “Can’t you see?”“See what?” said Wendy in an annoyed, bored tone.At that moment, Mark, Wendy’s younger brother came through the hall on his way to school.“Nice tits!” he said, cheekily.“That’s enough of that!” called Bea at his retreating back. Mark slammed the door noisily.Wendy sulked in front of the mirror. Bea tried a conciliatory tone. “Look Wendy, it really does show.”She pulled Wendy’s tight-fitting school blouse in slightly at the waist making her breasts stand out even more. The nipples poked the material into small peaks. Wendy was large breasted, like her mother, and her breasts, that months ago had seemed like puppy fat were now becoming all too apparent as she slimmed down.“It’s my body – I don’t have to do what you say!” spat back Wendy.This made Bea angry – she had tried being nice with no result.“Wendy! You are NOT going out without a bra and that’s my final word!” she yelled.“Screw you!” hurled back Wendy.Bea looked at her daughter, shocked. Her daughter stood before her, chest thrust out defiantly. She had never heard her daughter use such language or that tone on her before. Enraged, she lashed out and slapped Wendy firmly across her breasts with her open hand. Wendy screamed in surprise and the stinging pain but was so angry with her mother that she slapped her mother back. Bea had not yet dressed and Wendy’s hand slapped her straight across her large breasts that were covered by nothing except the flimsy material of her night dress. The slap caused tears of pain to run down her cheeks. Bea was livid.“How dare you slap me young lady!” she roared and made a well-aimed slap connect with Wendy’s breasts again.Wendy clutched her chest in agony before launching herself at her mother with fury. Grabbing handfuls of her mother’s ample breasts she squeezed the flesh hard, making her mother gasp with pain as she pushed her back against the wall. In retaliation, Bea reached out and grabbed her daughter’s breasts, tearing open the buttons of her school blouse in the process and exposing the smaller, but well-formed breasts of her daughter.Now mother and daughter engaged in a battle of will versus pain. Staring defiantly into each other’s eyes they kneaded, twisted and pulled at each other’s breasts as pain seared through their bodies.Eventually, due to her superior strength, Bea began to get the upper hand. Sensing near victory she pushed her daughter to her knees by her breasts and leant over her, victorious. Wendy, sensing that she was about to lose her grip on her mother’s jugs, leant forward and bit into the flesh dangling before her. He mother screamed in pain.“You vicious little bitch!” she screamed and released her grip on Wendy’s young breasts immediately.Wendy savoured her moment of victory over her mother and bit harder into the tender breast whilst simultaneously reaching up and tugging viciously on the exposed nipple of the other. Her mother now sobbed in agony, begging her daughter to release her tender breasts from her clasp. Wendy was unsure whether to trust her mother yet and held on a little longer but once she was certain that her mother had given up the fight she let go and stood defiantly in front of her, her own sore breasts pointed naked and proud in front of her.Bea clutched at her reddening sore breasts, scooping one up to examine the damage left by Wendy’s vicious mouth. She felt a little faint as the waves of pain receded. Wiping away a tear she said, “You were always biting me when you fed from these too.”Wendy suddenly felt very guilty at what she had done to her mother. The woman who had given birth to her and had fed her at her own breast.“Oh mom, I’m so sorry….” she started, looking down at her mother’s exposed breasts that were reddening from the pummelling they had received at her hands. Instinctively she reached out to touch one, to make it feel better, but her mother flinched away as she reached out.“Oh mom, I’m not going to hurt you any more. I just wanted to make you feel better!”Slowly, cautiously, Bea dropped her hands from her sore and aching breasts as Wendy reached up to gently hold them. She gently stroked the area that she had bitten, her face wincing with imagined pain at the hurt she had just caused. Bea smiled and reached up her own hands to cup her daughter’s tender breasts and gently stroked the red streaked flesh better.Bea grinned broadly. “Look at us,” she said and Wendy had to laugh at the ridiculous sight they made in the mirror – mother and daughter, stroking each other’s bruised and battered breasts.“Come on,” she said, “Go and sit down and I’ll get some ice – you can’t go to school like that!”While Wendy went and flopped on the sofa, Bea went to the kitchen and fetched some ice that she rolled up inside a cloth. All the time she felt a strong throbbing ache from her own breasts.Kneeling beside Wendy she first told her to remove the ripped school blouse she was wearing. Wendy winced as she tried to undo the remaining buttons so Bea helped her daughter with it, undoing the buttons down to her waist then finally pulling it off her arms, leaving her daughter’s chest fully exposed. Gently she put the ice-pack to her daughter’s sore breasts and dabbed at the tender teats very carefully.“Ooh!” shivered Wendy. “Thanks mom. That feels really great – why don’t you try it?”She took the cloth from her mother’s hands and, slipping the ripped night dress from her mother’s shoulders, tended to her breasts with the ice-pack. Bea hung her head back, letting her long hair slide down her back and enjoyed the sensations of the ice-pack being gently moved over her full breasts. She could not prevent her nipples from becoming taught under the sensations, causing a frisson of pleasure and pain. Bea had thick, long nipples and in hardening they tugged at her breasts. Wendy giggled at the sight of them erecting under her ministrations; they were like two independent creatures. Playfully she brushed the back of her hand over one nipple, enjoying the rubbery feeling and the way it bounced back into position. Her mother winced at the sensation.“Ouch! That’s really tender right now!” she complained.“Sorry mom,” said Wendy. She looked down at her own nipples which had also hardened into two tight little nubs, but they were nowhere near the size of her mother’ immense teats. Wendy felt slightly envious and wondered if her own breasts would ever be as large as her mother’s. She suddenly had an insane desire to suckle at one of the rubbery teats and wondered if it was a hangover from when she was a baby. Did all children have a secret longing to suckle at their mother’s breasts again? She dismissed the idea from her mind and went back to dabbing the ice-pack on her mother’s breasts.“Mom….” began Wendy, coyly.“Yes dear? What is it?” answered her mother vaguely, eyes still shut.“Ummm, can I ask you something…?”“Anything….” breathed Bea.“Uhmmm…. Do I have to go to school today?”Bea opened her eyes and looked at her daughter sharply. Glancing at her daughter’s exposed breasts she saw that they still looked red and sore from her punishment of them. She felt a pang of guilt.“Well, no, my dear. But just for today until those get better.”Bea closed her eyes and hung back her head again. Wendy grinned happily and continued ministering to her mother’s throbbing breasts.Later that day the doorbell rang. Bea opened the door and recognised the woman immediately, it was Wendy’s teacher, Ms. Brahms. She was not smiling.“Hello Ms. Brahms, what can I do for you?”“Do you mind if I come in?”“Certainly not, come in and have a seat. Coffee?”“No. Thank you,” said Rachel Brahms coldly as she stepped past Bea and entered the living room.When they were both sitting Rachel came straight to the point, “Mrs. Lee, where is Wendy?”“Oh, in bed – she’s not feeling well today.”“Are you sure she’s really ill?”“Oh certainly, I… I examined her myself. Why do you ask?” said Bea, leaning forward.Rachel Brahms glanced down at Bea’s full breasts that surged into a cleavage in her low cut top. She couldn’t help noticing the red marks and this distraction flustered her slightly.“I… I wanted to check with you as Wendy’s taken a lot of time of school this year and I’m worried about her performance. Also, there was a more, uhm, personal matter.”Looking at Rachel, Bea could see she was somewhat uncomfortable. “Oh? And what would that be?”“Well, it’s a bit delicate, but could you ask Wendy to wear a bra to school in future?”Bea flushed. It was one thing for her to tell her own daughter to wear a bra but she resented this young teacher coming to her house and telling her what her daughter should or shouldn’t wear. She snapped.“What’s the matter? Can’t keep your eyes off them then?”Rachel’s eyes, which had once again slipped down to examining Bea’s enticing cleavage, flicked back to Bea’s face and for a face-reddening moment Rachel thought she had been talking about her looking at Bea’s own ample breasts. When she twigged she was horrified and stammered out an explanation.“Oh… oh no, I… I didn’t mean that at all! I simply meant that your daughter’s, uhm, well, breasts were a distraction to some of her classmates.” Oh dear, thought Rachel, this isn’t going at all how I imagined it.Bea sat up straight. She had noticed with contempt that Rachel had been ogling her own breasts.“I’m not so sure – you’re not exactly well stacked are you?” she said, cruelly referring to the small bumps in Rachel’s top. “Maybe you’re jealous. You certainly can’t seem to take your eyes of these,” she added, thrusting out her own full bosom.“I… I wasn’t!” stammered Rachel, blushing crimson.“Really?” said Bea and in one swift movement she had unfastened her top and her unfettered breasts sprang free.Rachel could not help but gawp at the magnificent sight of them. For the second time that day Bea felt inordinately proud of her breasts.“I… I have to go,” muttered Rachel, reluctantly tearing her eyes from Bea’s chest and standing.“Fine with me,” said Bea.Rachel rushed from the room and let herself out.As the door slammed Bea burst out laughing and Wendy joined her from the other side of the door where she’d been listening to the whole thing. Wendy too was topless; her breasts still felt too sore to be covered.“Oh mom, you were simply BRILLIANT!” she squealed and hugged her mother tightly.Naked breast to naked breast the two women embraced happily.

Part 1 – An Acquired Taste “So, honey, what did ya get me for my birthday this year?” Smiling, my wife sucked a drop of butter from her finger and told me “It’d better be good.” Uh-oh. I’d completely forgotten about it, and I think she knew it. Stalling, I snatched a piece of toast from her plate and crammed it in my mouth, mumbling incoherently around it. “You forgot, didn’t you.” Crossing her arms over her breasts, she just sat there and glared at me. I tell you – if looks could kill . . . “As a matter of fact,” I replied, “I didn’t.” Thinking quickly, I walked over and began massaging her shoulders, my fingers just inches away from her magnificent globes of flesh. “I just figured that, for once, I’d give you something you really want.” “Really?” She still sounded suspicious, but as I felt the tension leave her shoulders, I knew I had pulled it off. Looking up, she asked me “Well, what is it . . .” Giving her my biggest smile, I told her “Anything you want.” “Huh?” “I mean it.” Kneeling beside her, I took her hands in mine and kissed them softly. She always liked that. “You tell me what you want, and it’s yours. I put away some extra money, arranged for Dave to cover for me at work, and cleared my schedule for the weekend. I’m prepared for anything you come up with.” I had to admit, for a blatant lie, it sounded pretty damn convincing. “Are you covering?” she asked me, clearly uncertain. “I mean, did you really plan this?” “You bet, babe. For once, I wanted you to have a present that really means something to you.” “Hmm . . .” Biting her upper lip, Vicky slowly shook her head. “That’s a tough one.” Then, smiling, she asked, “Do you really mean anything?” “Yup.” I had no idea what she was thinking, but it was too late to back out now. “You always complain we never do anything exciting, so this is your chance.” “Ooohhh, that gives me so many ideas.” Kissing the top of my head, she slipped out of the chair and headed for the bedroom. Still smiling, she let her black-lace nightie slide to the floor and told me “Give me till dinner. You’d better believe I’m not gonna waste this.” As I watched her pretty little behind sashay its way down the hall, I wondered what I had gotten myself into. When we’d first met, she’d been a pretty wild gal. I’d loved it at the time, sure, but now it worried me. She’d proposed some really kinky stuff in the past, and I’d tried a few things just to keep her happy, but I don’t think she’d ever really opened up. Now, seeing that familiar smile on her face, I knew she was planning something really bizarre. “You gotta go through with it, Mark.” Tossing the rest of the toast in the garbage, I dropped the plate in the sink and hoped she’d show some mercy. “After all,” I tried to reassure myself, “What’s one night compared to the lifetime of marriage we have ahead of us?” “Mark!” Yelling at me from somewhere upstairs, Vicky called down, “Meet me in the bathroom!” The bathroom? I knew I had said ‘anything’, but what the hell could you do in the bathroom? “Alright, alright, I’m coming!” As I stepped into the bathroom, I couldn’t believe my eyes. The woman standing before me couldn’t be the woman I had married. Not that I minded the look – not at all – it’s just that I’d never seen her like that before. “Wow,” I told her, whistling softly. “Is that all you can say?” I suppose her pouting was supposed to make me feel bad, but it looked too damn sexy to work. “You’ve had a busy afternoon.” “Mmm. Do you like?” “Oh yes, Mark like very much!” She had taken her straight, blonde hair and transformed it into a full, wavy cascade of fire. Then, to match her knew hair-colour, she had painted her nails a bright red, adding inch long extensions to her fingers. And, as if that wasn’t enough, she had really laid the make-up on thick, giving her a slutty, almost whorish appearance that really turned me on. It was like the old days all over again. “Good. The only thing left to do is shave.” “And what? Do you want me to watch?” “Nope. You’re the one who’s going to get shaved.” As soon as I saw her smirk, I knew what she meant. She’d hinted at it for a long time, and I guess this was her chance to finally get her way. Oh well, if this was the worst she had to offer, then I guess I could live with it. “Here, sit on the toilet, while I get you all lathered up.” Five minutes later and a full year of work was down the drain – literally. I can’t remember what it was that had caused me to grow a mustache, but I had liked it. She hadn’t. “There, that looks so much better.” “You think so?” Seeing myself in the mirror, I just thought I looked strange – naked almost. “Sure do.” Then, turning me around for a deep, passionate kiss, she added, “Feels much better to.” When she finally let me come up for air, I laughed “So, that was your birthday wish?” For some reason, her answering laugh made the hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “Not even close, buster. You promised me the weekend, and I plan to use it all.” That wasn’t quite what I had meant, but there was no backing out now. Deciding to make the best of it, I smiled and asked her “Well then, what’s next?” “Hmm. Follow me.” Follow her I did, right into the bedroom. Once there, I marveled at what she had done to the place. She’d draped heavy black curtains over all the windows, placed scented candles all over the place, and set up the video-camera in the far corner of the room. Not only that, but she had put some kind of shiny pink covering on the bed. Feeling it, I asked, “Is that rubber?” “Close enough. It’s latex.” As she hunted through her dresser, she added “They’re really fun when wet, and they’re easy to clean up.” Then, her hands hidden behind her, she added “Trust me, we’re gonna need ’em.” “Whatever.” I tried to look nonchalant as I shrugged, but I was getting worried again. What the hell had I gotten myself into? “Lay down,” she told me, “And spread your arms and legs.” I knew what was coming next. We’d played this game a few times before, and I’d actually enjoyed some of it. “As least use the padded ones, please?” “Nope. This is my show. Remember that.” A minute-and-a-half later, and I was handcuffed to the bed, my hands and feet secured to each the four bedposts. As such, I was powerless to resist when she slipped the blindfold over my face. “Hey, what are you doing?” This was new, and I wasn’t sure I liked it. Not knowing what she had planned for later was one thing, but not knowing what she was doing now was quite another. “Shh, it’s supposed to heighten your other senses.” Strangely enough, she was right. Deprived of my sight, the first thing I noticed was the scented candles. Next, was the sound of my restless body squeaking and squelching against the latex sheets. Just as I was about to ask what was next, I found out. “Oh, that feels good, baby. Mmm, keep sucking, yeah.” One thing I had always loved about Vicky’s wild years was that they had taught her to become a champion cock-sucker. Many’s the morning I’ve woken up to find her pretty lips wrapped around my dick, just waiting for some breakfast cum. And tonight she was in rare form. She started slowly, just taking the head into her mouth, but quickly progressed from there. Alternatively sucking on the down strokes and blowing in the up ones, she took a little bit more into her mouth each time, eventually ending up with her lips pressed up against my balls. “Ohhh, fuck yeah.” Groaning, my only regret was that I couldn’t see the bulge my cock made in her throat. That always turned me on. “You like that, eh?” she teased, releasing me from her mouth. “Would Mark like some more?” That was a stupid question. “You know I do, you slut.” “Mmm, too bad this is my weekend, not yours.” For a moment, I was afraid that meant the blowjob was over, but she added “Then again, I think I would like some more.” This time, she took a deep breath and forced herself to swallow it all on the first try, kissing my balls again. “Oh, christ!” If she had even moved, I would have cum right then and there. Fortunately, she sensed the same thing and just held me in her mouth until the moment passed. Then she did something she had never done before. Using a trick she had never shown me before, she relaxed her throat even further and continued to take me deeper and deeper. It must have been a real stretch for her, but a minute later she had my cock down her throat and my balls in her mouthcuckold sex stories “Holy shit!” I could feel every drop of blood in my body rushing to my cock and I knew I would cum any minute now. She had her lips lock around the base of my sac, was tonguing my balls and sucking my cock at the same time! “That’s it!” I growled, “Here it comes!” The first spurt must have gone straight into her stomach, but she quickly pulled back and let me fill her mouth with my explosion of cum. As I felt spurt after spurt after spurt of the creamy white stuff shoot out and fill her mouth to overflowing, I thought I was gonna black-out. I had never cum so hard and so long in my life! Whatever else she had prepared for me that weekend, I suddenly wasn’t so worried. I was still cumming when she pulled her mouth off my cock, but I couldn’t blame her. Wishing I could rip the blindfold off my face, I could only imagine what she must look like – her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk thanks to the cum inside, with little streams of it running down either side of her mouth. Smiling at the image, I felt balls finally empty themselves as a final spurt of cum shot out to cover my stomach. “That was incredible,” I panted, still unable to believe how hard I’d cum. “If that’s the kind of stuff you wanna do for your birthday, I think we should have one every day.” “Nice try, but women stop having birthdays at twenty-nine, didn’t you know that?” “Oh well, it’ll get us through the weekend at least,” I joked. “Mmmm, that was nice.” Smacking her lips together, she climbed off the bed and walked across the room, presumably back to her magic dresser. “Hey, where’d ya go?” “Don’t worry,” she whispered in my ear a moment later, “I’m not going anywhere. Yet.” Not giving me time to ask what she meant, Vicky moved down the bed and began rubbing something against my cum-covered stomach. “Hey!” I yelped, “That’s cold!” “Hmmm, not for long.” She must have stayed down there for a good two or three minutes, but I had no idea what she was doing. Finally, she stopped and the room went silent. As I waited for her to say or do something, I felt my worries coming back. This was torture! “Ah, honey?” I asked. “What are you do – urk.” I gagged on the last word as she shoved something in my mouth. I tried to spit it out, but she was really pushing. “Mmmph! Hmmmph!” Finally, she let go, but I still couldn’t push the object out of my mouth. Then, as the initial panic faded away, I realized what it was. “Ohhh, you look so pretty,” she teased. Ripping the blindfold from my face, she asked “Don’t you just love it!” The mirror she was holding showed me exactly what she had done – not that I needed it. She had fitted her favourite penis-gag over my face, but only after coating it with my cum. I wanted nothing more than to spit it out, run to the bathroom and wash my mouth out, but I couldn’t. It was as secure as my handcuffs, and she knew it. “Now, Mark, I’m gonna go out for a few hours, but I’ll be back to play some more later.” Slipping a tape in the VCR, she hit ‘play’ and smiled. “I think you’ll like this one,” she told me, “I do.” As I tried desperately to keep my tongue away from the cum-covered plastic dick she had shoved in my mouth, I saw an image appear on the screen of a woman giving a blowjob. How fitting. “I threw five of my favourites on this tape – that’s almost eight hours – so I don’t think you’ll get bored.” As she finished putting on her jewelry, she gasped and said “Ooops! I almost forgot.” Grabbing the remote from the floor, she cranked the volume up to thirty – a setting we usually only used for music videos. Then, coming back to the bed, she leaned down and told me “These tapes have the greatest audio, you really gotta love it. Every scream, every cry, every grunt and every groan. Not only that, but the women really love to talk dirty about what they’re doing.” Now I was really worried. Looking up at her with my pleading eyes, I hoped she’d at least remove the gag. Far from it, she squeezed my cheeks and laughed “Smile, honey – you’re on candid camera!” It was only then that I remembered the video camera. Gulping in surprise, I couldn’t help but taste the flood of saliva and cum that ran down my throat, aided by her squeezing my cheeks. Grimacing at the taste, I again wondered what she had gotten myself into. Grabbing a handful of clothes, Vicky gave me a quick kiss on the nose and was gone, closing the bedroom door on her way out. Alone, I decided to make the best of things and enjoy the video, even if I couldn’t masturbate to it. That was when the scene suddenly changed, showing the guy from the first scene on his knees, while the blowjob-girl held his head against her tits. At first I couldn’t understand why he looked so disgusted, but then the camera panned out to show him being face-fucked by another guy! Still tasting the cum in my mouth, I grimaced in disgust and closed my eyes. Unfortunately, I could still hear the woman screaming “-it! Oh yeah, you look so pretty with a big, fat cock in your mouth. I want you to suck that meat, baby, lap at it with your tongue and help our friend fill your sissy-face with cum! Mmm, don’t fight it baby, just-“ I tried not to watch. I tried not to listen. It was no use. The audio was just as good as Vicky said, and my imagination was only too happy to provide the pictures – but with me in the place of the cocksucker on screen. Choosing the video over that, I tried to ignore the fact that I was getting hard again. It was gonna be a long night. “Hi, baby!” “Ummmm. Mmmnnnngghhh. Urrrgghhh.” “Sorry, darling, but I can’t understand a fucking word you say.” Sitting down on the edge of the bed she smiled and told me “You really shouldn’t talk with your mouth full.” “Uuuaaaggghhh!” It was no use. Until she removed the gag, there would be no way to make her understand me. What’s more, every time I tried to say something, my tongue kept coming up against the pink-prick she’d shoved in there, reminding me what that odd taste was. “Mmm. I see you’re enjoying the show.” As her nail traced a line up and down my erect cock, I felt like I would die of embarrassment. For the last four hours I had been forced to watch guy after guy being orally and anally raped while girlfriends/wives/etc. looked on in delight, vocally urging them on. I could only hope that the video wasn’t a preview of what she had planned for me. “Would you like to cum? Huh? Would you?” “Mmmnnngghhh.” Grunting my agreement, I nodded vigorously. “Would you like me to help?” Taking my continued nodding as a sign of my agreement, she wrapped her hand around my cock and began jerking it up and down. I would have preferred her lips, or her pussy, but would gladly take what was offered. It wasn’t long before I was ready to cum, thanks to four hours of intense stimulation without release. My cock was harder and longer than I had ever seen it before and my balls looked like a pair of softballs. The pressure was so incredible, it was painful. “Come on, Markie, cum for me.” Adding a gentle twist to her masturbating hand, Vicky began pumping faster and faster. For a brief moment I was able to forget the movie playing behind her and focussed only on the two of us. As bizarre as the situation was, I needed to cum and was determined to enjoy it. “Unnnggghhh!” Bucking my hips off the bed – as far as the handcuffs would allow – I watched as my cock literally exploded, showering the two of us with cum. It looked like a fucking firehose as it sprayed us with thick wads of gooey semen, spurting so fast you’d almost swear it was a steady stream. “Ooohhh, yesss!” Still jerking my cock, Vicky aimed it at me, allowing a few spurts to land on my face before dying away to splatter against my chest and stomach. To my surprise it wasn’t an unpleasant feeling, and it made me grateful for the gag. At least I wouldn’t have to taste any more of it. “That was wonderful, dear. We’ll have to watch TV together a lot more from now on.” Standing, she walked over to her dresser and began rummaging through the bottom drawer. Suddenly, my stomach began to knot as I feared what she was looking for. When she returned to the bed, a triumphant smile on her face, I knew she had. Doing my best to twist and turn away from her attentions, I watched helplessly as she scooped the cum from my body and into a small pink funnel. She had one finger over the bottom – to keep it from leaking – and I could see that it was filling up rather quickly. Finally, she’d gathered all she could and she slowly crawled up the bed toward me. “Ooops! I almost spilled some,” she giggled, almost sliding off the bed, thanks to the sweat-slickened latex sheets. “I told you these were fun!” Then, kneeling beside my head, she reached down to scoop the cum from my face – or so I thought at the time. Instead, she simply began spreading it aroundtaboo amateur sex stories Disgusted, I turned my face away and was rewarded with an eyeful of her cummy fingers. Surprisingly, it really stung, bringing tears to my eyes. “I’m sorry,” she cooed, “But you made me slip.” Waiting for me to look at her, she warned, “You have two eyes . . .” and left it at that. Swallowing my pride, I remained motionless as she finished my sperm-facial. “Oh, you look so pretty,” she howled, bouncing up and down on the bed. “You know, some of the whores downtown just swear by this stuff. Call it nature’s most perfect beauty aid.” Stopping for a moment in order to enjoy her work, she nodded thoughtfully and told me “Looking at you now, I’d have to say they were right!” Grimacing in disgust, I hoped that somehow, I would be spared the further humiliation of seeing this on tape. Maybe she left the lens cap on. Maybe the tape would run out. Maybe the power would go out. Anything, to salvage what little dignity I had left. Next thing I knew, she was running a cum-covered finger over my gag as she leaned down and whispered “If you like that, you’re gonna love this!” With that, she pried open the plug on the gag and popped the funnel in the hole. Jiggling it back and forth, she smiled at me and said “We’re gonna fill it up good! Bet ya never thought of using it like this, hmm?” She was right. We’d filled the dildo portion of the gag with things like beer and wine in the past, for her to suck on as we fucked. I had never imagined anything like this. Oh well, at least I knew she couldn’t force me to suck it. Of course, that made me wonder what she did have in mind. “Ooohh! We filled it right to the top,” she laughed, withdrawing the funnel to allow a small stream of semen to run down my cheek. Then, bracing my head between her knees – so I wouldn’t turn and spill the cum – she asked “Are you ready for me to fill your sissy-mouth with cum? Huh? Just like they do on TV?” Unable to shake my head ‘no’, I had to rely on me eyes to show her how much I didn’t want to do this. Either she didn’t notice or she didn’t care. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out something that looked like a small rubber ball with a nozzle on it. The fact that it was pink assured me that it was meant for the gag. “This little doo-hicky cost me an extra twenty bucks,” she complained, “But was worth every penny.” Screwing it onto the cum-filled hole, she grinned and told me “Open wide, my darling cumslut – here it cums!” Every time she squeezed that ball, the rubber penis shot a load of my own cum into my mouth. Again and again she squeezed and again and again I felt my mouth being filled with cum. I had no choice but to swallow or choke to death on the stuff, so I began swallowing each spurt, hoping it would keep me from tasting it too much. In the end, it made no difference – I’d be tasting my own cum well after she removed the gag. “Well, now that you’ve been milked and fed, I’m gonna go downstairs and play with my new friends.” Removing the pump, she sealed the dildo shut and climbed off the bed. Smiling at the look of confusion on my face, she began peeling off her clothes, exposing the new tattoo on her ass. It was a picture of a man, on all fours, wearing only a collar and leash, being mouth-fucked by a woman wearing a strap-on dildo and thigh-high stiletto-heeled bitch boots. “Mmm. Do you like it?” she asked, now fully naked. “It’s a birthday present from my new friends.” Giving her ass an exaggerated wiggle as she left the room, she told me “If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll bring some of them upstairs to play with you. Would you like that?” I started to shake my head ‘no’, but she slammed the door shut as soon as she finished the question. Painfully aware of the sounds and picture coming from the TV, the taste of cum in my mouth, and the memory of that tatoo, I wondered again what the hell had I gotten myself into. For the next two hours I just laid there, trying to ignore the video but becoming increasingly aroused despite the situation I found myself in. For the most part, I might have been able to withstand the constant audio and visual stimulation, but there was one scene in particular that I couldn’t forget. It was at the beginning of the fourth movie – approximately five hours into the tape – and it made the rest of the tape seem like softcore, late-night TV porn by comparison. It began with a guy laying in a hospital bed, being attended to by a huge titted nurse. Wearing an outfit two sizes two small, she was deep-throating him while he fondled her tits. I don’t know if it was the outfit or a sign of her arousal, but her nipples looked like they were going to rip through the material at any moment. Just when it looked like he was on the verge of coming, the nurse pulled away and clamped her fingers around the base of his cock, keeping them there until the moment passed. Sympathetic to his predicament – after all, I couldn’t cum either – I watched in awe as the nurse removed her top, revealing a pair of whoppers that were even bigger than I had dared imagine. “Shit! Your bra is fuckin’ soaked,” the guy growled. “You must be one hot bitch to sweat that much!” The nurse just laughed – the same kind of laugh Vicky had been using with me all night. I was immediately suspicious. A moment later I saw just how right I was when she ripped off her bra and began squeezing her tits, showering her patient with jets of warm milk. Until that moment, I had never taken much interest in lactation fetishes, but I quickly became a convert. About ten minutes later – by which time the guy’s chest and face were literally saturated with titmilk – another nurse came in, locking the door. Except for her blonde hair, she could have been an identical twin to the redhead currently feeding the patient. “Hey, it’s supposed to be my turn to feed him,” she complained, already whipping off her top and bra. “Mmm. Go right ahead,” the other nurse sighed, “I don’t think there’s any danger in our patient getting full.” The guy in the bed just moaned a quiet agreement, too involved in suckling at the redhead’s tit to say anything more. Shrugging, the blonde came over to the bed and began adding her own milk to the mess. Every once in a while, the two nurses would lift a tit and shoot the other with a stream of warm titmilk, nearly driving me over the edge. If this kept up for much longer, I honestly believed I might be able to come without any physical stimulation at all. “Well,” moaned the newcomer a few minutes later, “He’s been fed and bathed, but I can’t help but think we’re forgetting something.” The redhead smiled and responded “Dessert.” Then, before the guy in the video knew what was happening, the two nurses pulled him down to the middle of the bed and began attaching him to the various traction pulleys and straps hanging from the ceiling. He seemed nervous, but was evidently willing to go along with whatever they had in mind. I, on the other hand, wanted nothing more than to tell him to run. I had no more idea what was to come than he did but, knowing what had been on the rest of the tape, knew it would be nothing good. I was right. In a matter of moments, the two big-breasted nurses had the guy fully restrained, leaving him at their mercy. While the blonde went to get something from the bathroom, the redhead quickly used the traction equipment to put the patient in a frighteningly uncomfortable position. He was still lying on his back, but less than half of him was on contact with the bed. His body was bent almost double, with his knees resting on the pillow above his head, and his cock just a few inches from his mouth. “Is he ready?” asked the blonde, returning from the bathroom. “Yup. Go to it, you filthy-minded little bitch.” Smiling, the blonde proceeded to give the poor guy an enema while the redhead forced him to suck his own cock. Giving the traction restraints a little help, she climbed on the bed, grabbed his thighs, and forced his cock to penetrate deeper and deeper. It was at that point that I turned away in disgust, but the two nurses happily provided a play-by-play of each other actions, keeping me fully informed. And, when I heard the explosive groan and resulting choking sounds, I knew that the guy had been forced to cum down his own throat. Unfortunately, while I was disgusted by the end of the scene, the first twenty-minutes of lactating love had been enough to ensure that my erection remained solid. “Hi, honey!” Startled by the voice, I looked up to find eight naked guys carrying my wife through the door, while a ninth held it open. “Sorry to leave you out of our fun for so long, but we kind of got carried away.” If she was aware of the pun, she gave no sign. Oh fuck, what the hell did she have in mind now? Judging by the sweat on their bodies, my wife’s dishevelled hair, and the guy’s limp cocks, I could only hope they were too spent to do anything to me. As I was to find out, that was entirely the idea. “We’ve got a really special treat for you,” Vicky cooed from her perch. She was resting comfortably in the grasp of eight muscular men, with one for each foot, knee, butt-cheek, and armpit. “You know,” she told me, “They say you can’t have your cake and eat it too but, since it’s my birthday, I’m changing the rules.” As she nodded, the ninth guy came over the bed and removed my penis-gag. Relieved, I tried to ask her what the fuck she thought she was doing, but he clamped a hand over my mouth at the first sound. Nodding, the guy moved as close to the wall as he could and waited for his friends to bring my wife over. “As you’ve probably guessed,” she told me, “These fine young men have all had my cake – or pie, I guess – but I’ve saved the eating part just for you.” At that, the guy nearest the bed took his hand from my mouth and placed some kind of clamp on my nose. “Ow! That fucking hurts!” I cursed, feeling the pressure on my nose. “What the hell do you think -” Suddenly, I was unable to continue the sentence as the eight guys carefully dropped my wife on my face, making sure her gaping, raw pussy was directly over my mouth. That wouldn’t have been so bad – actually, it could have been a lot of fun – but even before her lips touched mine, I felt a colossal load of hot, gooey semen fall into my mouth. Surprise, I swallowed it, only to be rewarded with what seemed an inexhaustible supply from her pussy. “Ohhh, yesss.” Humping my face, Vicky grasped the headboard and ground herself against me. As she did, one of the guys – the one who held the door and gave me my noseplug – bent over and told me what had gone on downstairs. “You should have seen it, man. Your slut wife walked right into the bar, flashed her tits and asked who wanted more. Then she flashed her pussy and invited everyone to come fuck her brains out.” “Yeah,” added one of the other guys, bending over to whisper in my other ear, “We all fucked her at least twice, and some of us three times. And, during it all, she kept her pussy propped up on a pile of pillows, telling us to make sure we filled ‘er up good.”teen sex storiesDisgusted, I was trying my best to hold my breath but was quickly reaching my limit. When a third guy came over to replace the first, I knew I was a goner. “When we was done,” he rasped, “Your bitch had us all jerk off all over her cunt. Said she wanted it covered inside and out.” Ramming a fist down on my stomach, he forced me to take another breath, and receive another load of semen in the process. “That’s almost thirty loads of cum, man.” “Oh, fuck yes!” Vicky screamed her ecstasy to the whole neighbourhood. “I let a bunch of strangers fuck me silly, Mark, and I saved all their ooeey, gooeey, hot and tasty cum for you!” Frantically humping my face while the guys took turns punching my stomach, forcing me to take all she had to offer, she cried “Oh fuck, oh shit, oh yes! That’s how I like it, hon. Suck my pussy! Eat their cum! Drain me like I drained them!” For a minute, I couldn’t figure out what the hell she was talking about. She made it sound like I was an active participant in this bizarre orgy, instead of a reluctant, force-fed cuckold. “Oh, man! He’s really lapping it up!” cried on of the guys. “Shit! He’s sucking our cum from her like a baby at a mother’s tit.” “Yeah, and look at the fucking hardon he’s got!” Yet another guy laughed. “Of course he does! When he’s done cleaning up our generous helpings of semen-surprise, he’s gonna want dessert!” What the hell were they talking about? Could they really believe I was a willing participant in this debauchery? I wanted nothing more than to escape, puke my guts out, take a long shower, and get as far away from this madwoman I called my wife as possible. Instead, I was still guzzling the unending streams of cum dripping from her pussy, forced to swallow them if I was to breathe. What’s more, she hadn’t left me much room to breathe, and everytime I inhaled, I helped suck out a little more cum. “Might as well just relax and enjoy yourself,” one the guys whispered in my ear. “After all, we got all this on video and it’ll certainly give the impression you’re enjoying yourself.” He was right! Terror slowly replacing my disgust, I listened while he idly speculated as to what my boss, co-workers, friends, and family might think of my performance. “Thank you, honey,” Vicky panted from above, “This was the greatest birthday present I could have ever hoped for.” Giggling as she rode my face, she gasped “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for next weekend.” Fully aware that she had me trapped, I wondered the same thing. Part 2 – Something New on the Menu “Oh yes, oh fuck, oh shit, that feels soooo gooood!” Thrashing about wildly, Vicky squealed in delight. For the past three hours I had watched, helpless and bound, as she was fucked by stranger after stranger after stranger. Duct-taped to one of our kitchen chairs, I was an unwilling spectator to a live gangbang, starring my wife. I don’t know how many of them there were, but when I lost count about an hour ago, she was up to seventeen. “Aw, what’s the matter honey?” Turning her head to look my way, she asked “Do you feel left out? Poor baby.” Smiling, she assured me “You’ll get yours soon enough, I promise.” That’s what I was afraid of. Just a week ago – had it really been that long? – she had allowed another group of strangers to use her like some cheap whore. And then, when they had finished dumping their loads in her twat, they had dropped her on my face and forced me to clean their cum from her hole. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, she had videotaped the whole thing while she and the guys shouted their encouragement, giving the illusion that I was enjoying myself! “More! More!” Covered in a thick sheen of sweat – not all of it hers – Vicky raised herself up on her elbows and begged for more. “Please, I need you to fill me again!” Gasping and panting from exhaustion, she offered “If you want a change, take my ass. Anything. Just take those fucking tools and impale me!” “Ah, what about the rubbers?” “Yeah,” asked another guy, “You said we weren’t supposed to take ’em off.” B

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