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