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(MMF, reluc, exh, oral, anal) *** After our last game involving the neighbor I knew Jen was just itching for a way to get back at me. She got her chance at her office Christmas party. Every year her office holds a party at some banquet facility or hotel. It's always in a different place. Her company parties usually have about 50-75 people or so, many of whom bring their spouses, significant others etc. I don't care for these parties, the few I've been to I have had to put up with their boorish behavior, especially when it comes to Jen. Several of the men there, especially when drunk, are basically just rude and lewd when it comes to Jen. If she wasn't such a tough bitch herself, I'm sure she'd have a case of sexual harassment. They seem to have no problem leering at her in the work setting and they make comments to her all the time about her tits, her ass, stuff I 'd never even try to get away with at MY job. One of them in particular, Brian, really annoys me. He's a young, brash know it all. He's good looking for sure, but he's so egotistical it's sickening. He's the one who has made the most comments to Jen. She told me he will often stand behind her at her desk and look overly down her top. Now, to be fair, Jen dresses provocatively, as we both enjoy. However, I still can't imagine me doing that to someone in my office, staring down their shirt with a stupid grin on my face. He has pulled her aside on numerous occasions, telling her how he'd like to fuck her, how big is cock is, how he 'knows' she wants him. Office hookups are prone to exaggerated gossip, I sure wouldn't want our lifestyle being the object of this office's dirt. To sum it up, he's the last guy I'd want Jen to play with. Knowing this, I lived in fear that she'll take advantage of this humiliating aspect of our lives, while still knowing that, goddamn it, it'll turn me on as well. Jen isn't the type to worry about reputation. That I know. Her family is scattered to the winds, her parents are no longer alive so she really doesn't fear the public embarrassment that I would with the whole 'gossip' thing. She rather likes it, especially when it needles me. For example, she has no problem with our neighbors Herb and Meg knowing our lifestyle, she even figures they have told others and it makes her smile. Me on the other hand, worry about it getting too public, too out of hand. Jen loves taking advantage of this difference in us. The Christmas party was coming up on Friday, as it approached I kept trying to think of logical ways to weasel out of it. As the day neared I was almost gleeful that she hadn't brought it up, thinking that I could back out simply because it was a last minute surprise. I hadn't guessed her reason for not telling me. Friday came, I had the day off, Jen had to work only in the afternoon, then she'd meet the others at the party. I found it odd she still hadn't mentioned it when she left for work. I returned from the store, still fully expecting a call from her. I found a note on the table (you may have noticed we find the use of notes particularly sexy). She also left a Polaroid picture of herself and what she'd be wearing. It was a sexy tight fitting blouse with revealing cleavage and a leather skirt she particularly enjoys. "John, As you may have remembered, my Christmas party is this evening. Since I knew you'd try and whine your way out of it I didn't even bring it up. However, as you may also remember it's my turn to play a game. (my heart jumped) Since you seemed to derive so much pleasure out of our last game, at my expense, I thought I'd try and come up with something far more imaginative, and hopefully, just as punishing to you! (I can imagine her giggling gleefully at this point). I have come up with a game that is similar to a scavenger hunt. This time though, it involves you collecting clues to find out where the party is. Before you think, "Hey, I don't want to go to the party anyway," here's the reason you'll care. I've left clues for you to follow, you get a half hour to find them and call me and tell me what you found. If, after each half hour section, you have not found the clue you will pay a penalty in order to get the next clue. You will WANT to get each clue because each penalty gets more severe. I will call you at 7pm promptly, you'd better be on your toes. At 7 pm I will give you a clue to get you started and I will drink one alcoholic drink. You'd better get all your clues as quickly as you can, you know how I get when I drink, very horny and very... let's say... willing." I gulped at that, yes, I knew what she meant. As an added incentive she added, "Oh, and remember Brian and the guys will be there." "Oh fuck... that bitch!" I cursed, though half heartedly, knowing it's all part of our wicked games. I knew what she was insinuating, the drunker she gets the more likely someone there will get frisky. I doubted she'd have sex with Brian, just for revenge sake. No, I knew there'd be more to it than that. I went out of my head for hours, awaiting her call. 7pm came and went. The minutes dragged on. I almost leaped out of my skin at about 7:15 after when my cell buzzed. "Hey baby," she purred, "don't say a word unless I tell you, here's your first task," she said, giggling. I could tell she'd already downed her first drink. "Thinking of me baby? How I've made you wait for sex this week? Thinking of my tits, my soft, firm, beautiful tits? Don't answer, I know you are. Well, here's your task. Think of my tits. " I thought, "what the hell, that's the clue?" She surmised what I was thinking. "Yes baby, that's the clue, my tits... think about my tits... how much you like them... how much you want to play with them... how much you want to see them... like the last time you saw them." "Aha!" I thought, and my mind raced. Where had I seen her tits last? I raced to the bedroom (obvious choice). I ransacked the room, no clue. "Shit!" ok think, maybe it was when she was in the shower. I fumbled through the cabinets and found nothing of significance. I basically ran through the whole house, finding nothing. The clock was ticking, just ten minutes left. Then I remembered our walk through the woods a few days ago, She flashed me. Was that it? Was that the last time? I didn't want to commit to the woods if I was wrong because then I'd lose my last remaining time. I was pretty sure, so I raced out the back door. It was dusk and it wasn't the easiest time to find anything, which, I'm pretty sure she didn't care about. I retraced our steps as best as possible. There were several walking paths and I had to recall which one we last used. After several aborted attempts I crashed through some brush in a shortcut, hoping I'd chosen the right path. Sure enough, there, hanging from limb, was her pink Victoria's Secret bra. Before I could even reach the tree the dreaded phone call came. I could hear her gulping down a drink before she spoke. "You lose baby, it's penalty time." "But, but I found it... it's your pink bra, right?" "Yes, indeed it is but look at your watch, it's 7:32 and by the way, I've had two drinks already," I could hear her starting that familiar tipsy giggle. I found the note pinned to the bra as she was speaking. It read, 'Congrats, the bra was your first task, hopefully for your sake, you found it before the penalty." She continued, "Well, since you found the bra, you need to work on the next clue, to find my panties. Chop chop, times a wastin' but first, here's your penalty. Since you didn't find the bra in time, I will take off my bra, here at the party. You shouldn't need to guess what that means as far as our games go, yes, I'll be braless, you have the picture with you don't you" Yes, with my revealing top I'm sure plenty of people will get to see quite a bit of my top, don't you think? I think Brian in particular will enjoy the view, he does so like my tits, as you know." I could feel my face burning in shame and anger. That, however, was not the topper, she ended with this. "As you know dahlin' as my tits are now going to be exposed, I invoke the rule that once they are out, they are fair game. This means, my poor lad, that should someone take advantage of the fact that my tits are basically on display, that I can only allow it to happen. Oh, and by the way, I've been close dancing with Brian, Mike and the guys and I've had to keep pushing their hands down but now..." she stopped and abruptly hung up. Damn, she really can be evil but even in my anger and fear there was a constant reminder of my excitedness, yes, this shit was making me hard. The note on the bra said to follow the same logical trail to find the panties. I had to think and act quickly. I raced back to the house, to the laundry room, where she'd flashed me those same panties the day before. I tore through the laundry baskets, the dryer, the washer, no luck. I was in a frenzy. I'd already started this task a few minutes late and I couldn't really afford being held up by guessing wrong again. I stopped, took a deep breath and began to think. Ok, it's not the laundry room, but that IS the last time I saw her panties... wait... with her bra it was the last time I saw her tits.. .maybe it's the last time I saw her pussy. I raced to the family room, all the while thinking how clever it was of her to deny me all but a few glimpses of her body in the last few days, she certainly had planned this out. I went right for the couch. I was sure I'd seen her pussy there last. While watching TV, she'd made sure she'd crossed her legs slowly, allowing me a look. But no, nothing was there, THERE WAS NO CLUE! I was almost out of time. Then it finally hit me. I ran towards the garage but again the phone shocked me before I could reach my destination. {8:05pm} "Man," she drawled, obviously caught up now in a nice buzz, "You suck at this. Can't even remember where you saw your girlfriend's pussy last?" I reached the garage door from the house just at the time she was speaking. Sure enough her pink panties were hanging from the doorknob. I remembered now, how she was carrying groceries in from the car and had the bag propped up on her leg as she opened the door. She wasn't wearing panties, as she has wont to do. I didn't even realize she'd seen me catch of quick glimpse of her pussy, damn she's good. "I found them, I found the panties!" I said hopefully. "Alas, again too late, pookie, geez, you'd think you weren't even paying any attention to me, what with me showing you my tits and my bush and still can't trigger a memory? I don't think Brian, Mike and the boys here would forget that, do you baby?" She was sticking the knife in now, and beginning to twist it. "As a matter of fact, I don't think Brian will forget anything so far tonight," she chuckled. "What?" I gasped, hoping for a better answer than I knew what was coming. "Shut the hell up," She scolded, "you are not to speak unless I ask you to! I'm going to tell you, you know I always do so hush, you are wasting all your time! As you know, according to our rules, once my tits were 'unbound' so to speak, they became open game. Well, as you know, Brian has a real fascination with my tits. I've also had three drinks, thanks to you, already. We were dancing, I'm kind of tipsy, he was being handsy, as I said before and, wouldn't you know it, his hands found his way to my breasts dear." My shoulders slumped at the news. Already I was thinking of who might have seen, what the repercussions of this might be in an office setting, the rumors the gossip She cut me off, "it's your fault baby for not knowing your girlfriend well enough, do you think I wanted to let this lecher fondle my tits? No. But you made me go braless because of your stupidity and he took full advantage. First he just turned me away from the group so nobody could see and fondled my tits through my blouse. But, because of my alcoholic sex buzz, and his nature, he soon found his hands under my blouse. He felt your lover's tits baby," she stopped, perhaps to gauge my reaction. I wasn't allowed to speak however, so she continued, "Good boy, who needs all these interruptions? So, Brian has basically mauled my tits because of you, he pulled on my nipples honey," she slurred. "But, you must pay another penalty for not finding the panties in time and as such the penalty will be the same as the bra, I will remove my panties. I'm sure she could almost hear me croak. "Yes baby, my panties are now off, again, you know what this means? Yes, open season and I will tell you, this next task, you'd better hurry with because I've spent almost the whole time fending his hands off my ass and up my skirt, when he wasn't pawing my tits. I will guarantee you, if he asks me to dance again it won't be more than a few moments before his hands find my pussy again, this time there will be no restrictions, when it was my tits exposed he was allowed to play with them, when my pussy is exposed, well, you know how he is. He's even asked me to go somewhere and to quote, 'Take care of him" gee, I wonder whatever he could mean. Don't worry honey, the rules are still the rules, nothing is allowed beyond that, but, you'd better hurry, you will NOT enjoy the next penalty however!" I was losing this game no matter how hard I tried however, true to the nature of our games there is some fairness to it. I don't doubt that if I'd found the clues in time she'd have not done what she had so far. However, the nature of our game is also to make it as difficult as possible and she was taking full advantage. She knew I wanted to find her now. She knew I didn't want anything to do with Brian fondling her tits, or, god forbid, her pussy now. She knew the last thing I'd want is for this to lead further. I shuddered to think how far it might go. I found the note on the panties, I had but 20 minutes now. In this 20 minutes I knew full well what might happen. Knowing she would not say no to Brian asking her to dance, or playing with her tits, I knew he'd almost certainly have time to find his hands on her ass, her pussy, I had to hurry! The note on the panties said, "This one should be easy, to find where I am, you must first find why I chose this particular bra and panty set. I had to go with the first thought, there was no time. She'd gotten these with me at the mall and the mall backs up to a well known banquet area and hotel. This HAD to be it or else. I sped off towards the mall. It was useless really, even if I was right, how could I possibly find anything? I had to go right to the hotel and hope it was the place. I raced into the lobby and looked around. I saw a sign for the banquet area. I popped my head in hoping against all hope. "Jacobson's bar mitzvah." I'd lost the race again. The phone rang as I sat dejectedly in the lobby. {8:40pm} "Wow, you mush think I can drink like a fishhhh," she only sort of fake-drunkenly rambled. "I even gave you a few extra minutes, being the fair game player that I am," she laughed at her own joke. "Ok honey, the answer was, where was I last wearing that bra and panty set, how could you forget that? You certainly should've remembered this." She was right. What an idiot! It was what she was wearing when I made her model it for Herb in our basement den. It was what she was wearing when I made her suck him off in it. She was rubbing that humiliation right back into my face. "I'm sure you have a nice little hard on by now (note here, she likes my dick, really! It's just a fun way to torture someone, ok, enough of that). You may not be enjoying your night but I can tell you Brian and Mike sure are. " I had to gulp, I knew what was coming. "Sure as shit before I even hung up from you last time Brian came up behind me and was fondling my titties under my blouse. I only hoped he didn't understand what we were talking about or he would surely exploit it to his advantage, lucky for you he didn't. It wasn't even two minutes though, before he had me on the dance floor and found out I wasn't restricting his access. "I can tell you, Sharon and her husband got an unexpected show because Brian thought he'd danced me off into a dark enough corner but Sharon and Rich were sitting in a trellised area and had a clear view of what was going on. What was going on? Oh yeah, thought you might want to hear it. Brian has some THICK fingers baby I mean THICK. Well, Sharon and ol' Richie got a clear view of Brian slipping two of those fingers up your hot girlfriend's snatch." She paused for effect. "He's wanted to do all these things to me for a couple years now and he's totally taking advantage of it. Lucky for you, and me as well, that Mike stepped in for a dance, otherwise who knows how far it would've gone. Oh yes, Mike, you know him, he's the nice one and yes baby, I allowed 'the nice one' to play with these tits baby. He was so nice, in fact, that he didn't even try to feel my cunt. Can you believe that? Well of course I knew you wouldn't allow that if that was one of YOUR games so I had to guide his hand there baby, I had to push his hand to my pussy. I had to take his finger and shove it up my hole, I know how you'd have made me do it in one of YOUR sick games. But for you, it had the effect of slowing Brian down, at least giving you an outside shot at completing at least one of your tasks. Alas, you didn't, and here we both are, me, in a hotel bathroom, braless and pantiless, dripping wet and there you are, no doubt sporting a hard on, wishing you could take me now. Anyway, not much time, I hear him knocking. Here's the deal, quickly. Everyone here is pretty much getting the idea now that I'm easy and that they will be able to get away with pretty much anything. I'm sure that's a fair assessment. I'm a bit drunk, way horny, and still mad at you allowing our neighbor Meg to fully use me. So, your last task is to still find where this party is, and get here before, well, anything happens. I can tell you, per our rules that now there are even less restrictions. Since you were so fond of watching me suck Herb's dick the next task will be oral related. Meaning, oral is no longer a restriction. You'd better find me this time, because that's the next penalty. My heart sank further. I knew that sure as shit I didn't want Brian having the very best of my girlfriend. She continued, "There is no time limit on this one, but of course, the longer you take, the more chance of anything happening. I can tell you Brian isn't a hesitant guy. I had to pry him off me and escape into the restroom here just to call you, that's why I was a bit late calling, " she giggled noisily, "because he had your girlfriend off in a corner. He took me to a more deserted part and had me sit on a table and was finger fucking me good. I hated to stop really, even though I could've cum right there. But, being I had to call you. But, turns out Brian is a bit of a freak as well, the only way he'd let me go was that I had to lick my juices off his fingers first. But, what the heck, you love the slut in me, right babe?" Of course she was right. Honestly, I was torn. Turned on as hell, mad as I can remember, but as much in love with her as I ever could imagine. It's like a drug, and we're both addicts, that's for sure. "Ok John boy I don't know how long I can hold him off, hurry... or not, your choice. But remember, if anything has started you are not to interfere, got it?" (That has always been a rule in our games, once the sexual activity has started, the other is not allowed to stop it). "I know," I choked weakly. I understood the rules, now that she'd removed another restriction there was nothing stopping Brian, or anyone, for that matter from feeling her up, leading all the way to oral, if they knew only to ask. She finished putting in the knife fully now, "since you made me suck Herb off in my new lingerie I'd have thought you'd have figured out that the answer all along was where I'd sucked him off, where YOU made me suck him off. If you don't make it...in time...you are NOT to make a scene, or even show yourself, got it?" With that she hung up. I raced home, I had to at least try and limit the damage as I saw it, ok, so some guys have felt her up, ok, a guy I especially dislike, but damn it's not as bad as her sucking him off, or worse! Sure enough, there, in her favorite chair was the answer. It was the Christmas party invitation. "The Marriott..." I didn't even read the rest, I gunned the engine of the car as I careened off, I HAD to get there. It was at most ten minutes away I didn't stop at lights, stop signs, I blew them all off (as carefully as I could, of course, I'm not an idiot... well... maybe that's debatable but still.) I screeched into the lot and leaped out and hit the ground running. I knew where the party area was, we'd been here before for weekend retreats and I cursed myself for not thinking of this place first. Most of her coworkers don't know me or what I look like seeing how I missed so many of their get-togethers purposely but I tucked my baseball cap down low and pulled up my collar. I knew Brian knew what I looked like, perhaps Mike as well so I didn't want them to see me yet. My eyes searched the open room quickly. There were pool tables, a pool, several nooks of patio areas. She was nowhere to be seen. I covertly slipped into the crowd and found my way towards rooms that I'd stealthily overheard were rented by her company. Turns out they had rented three rooms. I saw two of them well lit, a couple dozen people mingling in both rooms. There was another group of them out in the play area, lounging, drinking, mingling. It was the third room that got my attention. It was dark, though the door was open. This room they were using for storing their coats, they covered the king sized bed. From where I was, on the floor above, I glanced in, it looked empty. Suddenly I heard her voice from below, she was giggling. "Stop it, stop it!" she was laughing playfully. I shrank back from above so as to not be spotted. Brian had her by the arm. "Hush, you've been teasing me all night baby, I'm going to explode," he panted. "Stop, people will see us! Mike will know we've disappeared, together." "Not for awhile, I sent him to the bar to get us some extra bottles of spirits," he chuckled. "We have time." "For what?" she playfully inquired. She was allowing this to happen. It sounded like she was pushing him towards telling her what he wanted, thus 'forcing' her to have to do it, based on our rules. But she didn't' HAVE to make him say it, she could just as easily not bring it up. But, there she was, leaving him that opening. "You know for what," he growled longingly. You've been teasing me all night I want to fuck that pussy I've been playing with all night." "Oh my," she slurred. "I have a husband, I can't fuck you!" She pleaded. I knew full well she had no problem with fucking him, or anyone, for that matter, in relation to our games, but I saw this as her focusing on what she WANTED to give him, what was 'allowed' according to our game. "Gawd baby, I have to cum so bad," he begged. "You've got me so hard, feel." He said, and pulled her hand onto his crotch. Again, she giggled. "Oh my, what have we here," she purred and she took her time stroking his cock through his pants. "How about sucking me off baby, you have to give me at least that," he gasped while she fondled him. Bingo! Those were the magic words. She crooked her finger and beckoned him to follow her. They were headed for the room with the coats. I had to get her, rescue her now, but how? I thought I could just race down and confront them as they headed for that coat room, surely that would constitute making it 'in time,' I reasoned. I tore down the hall and down the steps and ran into... Mike... shit! I kept my face down and grunted as I turned around and walked away, hoping he'd simply go past. He did, but in my haste I'd caused him to have to resettle the items he was carrying, he delayed me from going further when he took his time shuffling his cargo. When he was gone, I turned the corner and slowly looked back. I turned the corner just a few feet from the coat room. Brian was in the room, holding her hand, pulling her in. Her eyes caught mine. She only hesitated for a second then she made the sign with her finger, tapping her wrist where a watch would be, She mouthed the words, 'too late' and gave me the finger wag as she disappeared, clearly telling me not to interfere. I knew what I was supposed to do, I was supposed to go home and wait. Wait for the victor to return. Part of our game is that once a victor has been established, the other one does not get to cum for the rest of that day (or night, whatever the case may be). This was going to be agonizing. There are times in every one of our games that each of us wonder why the fuck we do these things to each other. On reflection however, there's never been a game we've played that didn't totally and most thoroughly turn us out sexually. As I cursed my fortune that night I hoped this would be no different, though fearing it still. I saw Mike peek into the room with the coats and I again narrowly avoided his gaze. The blind was open a few inches and that mother fucking peeping tom was watching! I knew I should leave, I knew the cost of risking breaching one of our rules but lust got the better of me. Mike, god bless his pure heart, watched only for a few moments before nervously stumbling away, sweating profusely at his brow. I snuck into his place and carefully stole a peek. It was as I'd horrifically imagined. There was my Jen, my girlfriend, my love, on her knees. Her blouse was gone, it had joined the coats on the bed as silent voyeurs. Her leather skirt was rolled up over her ass, she was fully exposed to him. Her beautiful tits swung softly as she guided her mouth on him. They were illuminated simply by a nightlight from the bathroom. She was sucking him, in that wonderful way that I've known so many times. She was gifted with her mouth and now Brian was the recipient. Fuck, she was beautiful. Her hair cascaded loosely down her back, the arch in her back revealed the loveliness of her backside. Her nails were done in full slut red, I could see them as her hand slid up and down Brian's impressive shaft. She had on only her 4 inch heels other than the skirt. She was a vision, sucking this total jackass of a man. I couldn't hear their voices, only faint murmurs of appreciation. I thought I saw her look up and I shrank away for a moment. I returned my gaze and she was back to fully enveloping his dick in her lips. I was so turned on by the sight yet so conflicted as to what to do. It was like a dream where you want to run but your legs don't work. I felt I HAD to see it, yet I felt like watching Brian at the moment of orgasm, seeing him fill her incredible mouth, would just be too much to take. If it wasn't for Mike returning I'd no doubt have had to watch that moment in horror. I heard him before I saw him, some wine glasses clinking in his hand. I took off around the corner. I stopped only to see Mike take my place by the window. I watched him gaze upon the spectacle no doubt far outpacing anything he's experienced before in his young life. Suddenly, I saw him smile and move to the door. He tapped lightly, and the door opened. I felt sick (strange how hard I was though) . I had to leave. In turmoil I waited some minutes while watching the party goers in their oblivious lighthearted glee, somewhat jealous of their blissful ignorance. Defeated I returned to my car. In the time since I'd watch Mike enter the room and me getting to the car I noticed a message on my cell that I'd left in the car. It was Jen. The message said: "Naughty boy! It seems as though the punishments just aren't enough for you. Yes, I saw you, you peeper! You know the rules, do you know how embarrassing that would've have been to me for Brian or Mike to see you like that? I just sucked Brian off, yes, but that was part of our game, you knew the rules going in. I can't believe this, you broke one of our commandments, though shalt not interfere!~ " she chuckled to herself. So, it isn't enough that you, by your own screwups, allowed my tits to be mauled in public, for my pussy to be felt up like it was Playdoh. "No, you had to hesitate in rescuing me, I saw you, you perv, on the floor above, if you'd just have come straight to the party you'd have interrupted us before I sucked him off, but no. I don't get you, I thought you hated Brian, I thought you'd have done anything to stop that, but there you were, waiting, while Brian asked the proper question. I have to give it to you, you almost made it though. If you'd gotten there a few seconds earlier, before we were entering the room, I'd have spared you the rest. But, as it is now, your sexy girlfriend just sucked off a guy you hate. "I know you saw, he had a NICE cock babe and after all that teasing he came SO much. I had trouble swallowing it all. Yes, I swallowed it all, I know how you are, you require that from me, so I gave that to Brian willingly, I swallowed all his cum and licked up what I didn't catch. He thinks your girlfriend is quite the whore cocksucker, he said those exact words to me. Normally, I'd have slapped him, but, he's right this time, I'm a little cocksucking slut, thanks to you." I was crestfallen and turned on at the same time. I wondered how in the world I was going to be able to hold off cumming tonight. I wasn't sure I wanted to cum yet, however, thoughts were racing through me about how I was going to do it, how hard I'd fuck her first, for all this. Though I really didn't need to hear the rest of the message, here it was anyway. "So, I'm not quite sure when you left the window because as I was licking up Brian's cum off my lips I saw it was Mike in the window. Damn, you really know how to dig yourself deep baby, I'm not sure why you have such a masochistic streak. Do you want to know the truth babe? I don't mind at all that Brian has filled my mouth with his cum. I don't mind at all that probably half the people here at this company party saw me getting felt up by numerous guys tonight. I'm sure there are more than a few who already know what I've done so far ('so far' sounding ominous as it was). "No doubt there will be very few who won't at least hear about it by Monday morning when we go back to work and you know what? Good! You get off on your forcing ME to do things, well, I'm totally getting off on this. I've sucked off Brian, the office will know about it by Monday and I'm cool with that, you want your girlfriend to be a willing slut, in private. That's cool, but for me, I'm turned on by the fact that it will be public knowledge, knowing how much it gets to you. One last thing, I was fully expecting you to answer your phone this time in order to 'rescue me' or some stupid thing but here's the deal, since you obviously get turned on by all this abuse, since you can't even answer your phone here is the plan." I'd never heard her like this, she was totally digging where she was in 'the game'. I'll have to admit, her total mastery of the night had me in awe. I didn't even flinch when she finished her rant. "I'm in the bathroom right now with the water running so the guys can't hear all this, I'm at least preserving SOME of your dignity, so that they don't know you are allowing all this. But, since you didn't answer your phone, and since you failed in your last task, but mostly because you broke our rule of not interfering. Here's your last punishment. I fully intended to just allow their tit mauling, if you'd have come through. I'd have stopped it at them feeling up my pussy if you'd done what you were supposed to. "I'd have even cut Brian off after tormenting him all night if you'd have done at least ONE thing right. Your punishment is this, I'm going to walk out right now into the room. Mike hasn't seen me up close yet, I ran to the bathroom before he came in. I've taken everything off, except the shoes, Brian seemed to like them on. We're going to drink some wine Mike brought. I'm going out there naked. I have no more restrictions, if the boys ask for anything, they shall receive. If they ask for nothing I'll be home in 15 minutes, if they do ask... I'll see you... whenever..." I don't even remember what time it was when I fell asleep but all my dreams seemed to incorporate a quite hard dick in them. I awoke to a noise in the driveway. It was Brian and Jen. I looked at the clock, it was 6:45 am. She was obviously still drunk. I watched her stumble out of the car, laughing hysterically at nothing in particular. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. I saw his hands pawing her ass and he pulled up her skirt, right there in our driveway while he had his hands full of my Jen's ass. I pretended to be asleep when she crawled into bed next to me. I could smell her before she even hit the bed. It was a wonderful combination of alcohol, smoke, and the musky smell of too much sex. For some reason, like Pavlov's dog, I'm totally attracted to that wonderful scent. "Hi babe, I'm home, " she whispered in my ear. She reached right for my dick. It was still hard. She didn't say anything, she just hiked up her skirt and slipped her well worn and slick hole down onto my cock. I was so gone I could've cum right there if I didn't want it to last longer. She closed her eyes and rode me slowly from on top. She didn't say anything at first, but, as she started to get turned on herself she became more vocal. "Oh yeah baby, do you like me fucking you like this... with your whore girlfriend's pussy all stretched?" I didn't bother to respond, she could sense my urgency. "God baby I'm SO fucked out," she panted as she grinded into my cock with more passion. I tried to look in her eyes but they were closed, it was as if she was lost in another world. "They fucked me so good... so long... so many times baby...I didn't stop them, I didn't want to stop them... I wanted it to hurt you baby...hurt you in the best way possible." She cooed. Sweat was forming on her body now as she worked her magic on me. "How many times did they cum with you baby? How many of them were there?" I asked, with much hesitation. "mmmm," she bit her lip, "I can't count them all honey, all the times they came that is, it was just too many." Again she seemed to drift off, eyes closed, no doubt reliving the moment. I waited for the answer to my second question. She was starting to get off on my cock now, I sensed she was close to cumming. Then she answered, "It was just Brian and Mike you horndog, geez, you think I gang banged the whole company?" She smirked as she got closer to her goal. I could see the lust in her eyes building. "JUST Brian and Mike..." she grunted, increasing her pace, I began to worry she'd rip my dick off if she got any hotter. "JUST the two of them, and you know what we say about the beauty of being young? Well, I can say that that's true, they came and we'd drink a little, they'd get hard, they'd play, and cum again... again and again, over and over," she gasped, on the edge now. "It was all your fault honey." "I know, " I admitted softly, while I toyed with her much abused nipples. I could see they were puffy and red from all the attention. "You made me fuck them," she panted. "I know," "you made ,e suck off then fuck some guys from work," she gasped. The talk was getting her off, sending her to a higher level. I urged her on, "I did baby, I fucked up, I allowed your coworkers access to everything you have," "Yesss," she grunted..."and they took advantage of that,...they had me in every way... my mouth... my pussy, my ass. YES! My ass baby... I gave them both my ass!" she squealed. I was beyond frantic myself by now. I slammed my cock back up into her, matching her tempo. "Everyone knows honey... (grunt) Everyone knows that I never left that room. (pant) Everyone at work knows that both Brian and Mike fucked me all night baby. I couldn't hold off much longer, but I had to wait for her to use my cock to get her off, it's what she needed. "Mmmmm, I've licked the neighbors pussy, sucked her husbands cock, and balled two guys from work... uh... uh... yeah... just because of you," "I know baby, let it go... cum for me." I pleaded, needing to cum myself before my balls fell off. "Well, it's what you wanted, it's what you got from now on... uh... unh... oh... oh god... I'm a whore... oh god... I don't know if I can stop the guys at work from all pounding this pussy from now on baby... yeah... oh god... oh god..." "I know baby, I know, you can't and you won't." "Oh god I'M CUMMING!!" she wailed. I marveled at the sight of this precious slut, her body covered in sweat, red marks and welts all over her body from being used roughly, as she shuddered to a thunderous orgasm. I couldn't stop it, I came like never before and she urged me on, still in the afterglow of her own orgasm. "Yeah baby yeah, fill me up with your cum, add that to Mike and Brian's cum baby... yeah, yeah..." "Fuck oh fuck oh fuck, you are SUCH a beautiful whore!" I screamed as I filled her up. She collapsed on top of me. I held her tightly, feeling her chest heave with each breath. I felt them grow slower, shallower. She fell asleep on top of me, my cock still inside her, our juices mixed together. Before I fell asleep myself I could only wonder, how in the world can any game I think of ever top THIS? Next: "Games we play 3 - A reunion of sorts." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 53