Acting Out 1
by Tristmegistis

     My then-fiance and I discovered the ecstacy of acting out
sexual our fantasies quite by accident.  It was late one Saturday
night and we'd just gotten home from a party.  We were both more
than slightly tipsy and exceedingly frisky as a result.  Our
first kiss inside my apartment rapidly escalated into an
impassioned grope.
     "I love how easy it is to get to your tits in this dress," I
whispered as I fondled Helen's tall, proud globes through her
borrowed cocktail gown.
     She'd been uncomfortable in the tight black thing all
evening because it revealed too much of her deep cleavage and
didn't cover enough of her great legs.  But in the privacy of my
place, she moaned and thrust her chest into my caress.  "That
feels so good, Ron."
     I backed off just enough to stare at my lover with burning
eyes.  "Jesus you look hot, honey.  Look how your nipples are
denting the material.  All night long, I've been aching to pinch
and squeeze and suck them."
     She posed with uncharacteristic playfulness, coyly cupping a
full breast in each hand and teasing her own nipples.  "The way
you're looking at me makes me feel *so* nasty."
     I took another step back and began rubbing my hard-on
through my slacks.  "You *look* nasty, babe.  How about giving me
a little show?"
     Her eyes were locked on what I was doing with my hands.  Her
voice turned less playful, was hollow with passion.  "What kind
of show?"
     "Make yourself cum for me.  I want to watch you masturbate
in that little black dress.  I want you to play with your big
tits and finger-fuck your nasty pussy until you scream."
     I was stunned by my little speech, as well as what I wanted
her to do.  We'd both always been sexually reserved.  Missionary
sex was all we'd tried.  We never even talked dirty to one
another, and the words I uttered had a remarkable effect on us
both.  Helen was as shocked as I was and momentarily froze with
her breasts filling her hands.  Then her eyelids fluttered and
she groaned.  She resumed rolling her bullet-sized nips between
her thumb and first finger and began to rock her hips.
     "I will if you will, too," she murmurred.  "Jack off for me.
Take your long, fat cock out so I can see you rub it."
     Hearing my conservative wife-to-be using such a crude word
to describe my penis dizzied me with lust.  I heard my zipper go
down and felt my rigid dick fill my hands.  "Like this?" I
growled.
     "Yes!  Oh, yes!  I want to see how much I turn you on, Ron!"
     "Do it, slut!" I ordered gruffly.  "Show me those fat tits
and that juicy cunt.  Make me so fucking hot that I shoot my cum
all over that slutty face of yours, bitch!"
     "Fuck, honey!" she wailed, her hands going wild on her
chest.  "I love it!  Talk dirty to me!  Make me do nasty things!
Treat me like a whore!"
     I stroked my pole and did exactly what we both wanted.  "Pop
your tits all the way out of the dress, you cunt.  You've been
teasing me and all the other guys with them all night.  Prancing
around in your high heels, making them jiggle in that tight dress
with no bra.  Bending over so everybody could see almost all of
them.  Acting like you were embarrassed, when we both know how
much you loved having everyone staring at them.  Show me how much
you love your tits, bitch."
     "Oh, I do!" she gasped.  "They're so big and beautiful and
sensitive."  She lifted first one, then the other free of their
tight confinement.  "Look how huge my nipples are, baby!  Jesus!
They've never been so long and hard, even when you bite and suck
them!  It makes me feel so good to play with them like this."
     "I want to fuck them later.  I want you to hold them
together so I can slide my prick between them.  I want you to
lick the head of my dick, suck it betwen your slutty lips, kiss
it every time it comes close.  Then I'll shoot my cum all over
them so you can rub it in."
     She shrieked then.  "Do it!  Do it right now!"
     "No, slut.  First you have to make yourself cum for me.
Lift your skirt.  Show me those sexy hose.  Show me how wet
you're making your panties.  Rub your clit for me until you cum
like a bitch in heat."
     She hurried to comply, staggering drunkenly to the sofa
while she fumbled to raise her hem.  She jerked her panties and
hose down to her knees and her hands dove into her thrusting
middle.  While she roughly played with her drenched pussy, her
eyes were glued to my swollen member.
     "That's it, slut.  You're so fucking wet I can hear your
finger clear over here.  Put another one inside.  Spread those
nasty pussy lips as wide as you can.  Roll your clit, bitch.
Show me how much you love fucking yourself while I watch."
     She willingly did everything I demanded of her as long as I
kept beating my meat.  When her orgasm came, she screamed at the
top of her lungs and began begging me to cum for her.
     "Fuck my tits like you promised you would," she panted.  "I
want to feel your hot dick between them.  I want you to cum all
over me.  All over my tits.  All over my face."
     While she squeezed her globes tightly around my shaft, I
straddled her, humped her chest and fingered her dripping pussy
until she came a second time.  When I finally exploded, blowing
my wad straight into her widely gaping mouth, she came yet again.
I dumped the rest of my load onto her tits, and she writhed under
me as she massaged the sticky white gel into her flesh.
     "Lick it off your hands," I choked as the last dribbles
pulsed from me.
     I knew it was the first time she'd ever tasted sperm, and
from the look of ecstacy on her lovely, dripping face, I knew it
wouldn't be the last.  She even went me one better, lifting her
jizzed tits to her hungry tongue and licking every trace of cum
she could reach from each mound, moaning her pleasure.
     I settled down beside her on the couch.  "I've never seen
you look so sexy," I whispered, kissing her soft, full lips,
tasting the tang of my cum on them.  "The way the dress is
bunched around your waist and you're so totally exposed turns me
on like crazy."
     "Umm," she moaned.  "It makes me feel like such a tramp to
still have all my clothes half on and feel your cum drying on my
skin."  She shivered and smiled.  "So dirty!"
     My cock stirred against her thigh and her eyes widened.
"You can't be serious!"
     I raised myself and tugged her legs further apart so I could
see her cunt.  "Jack me off until I'm hard again and I'll show
you just how serious I am."
     With a wicked grin, she tickled my balls and lewdly lifted
her hips in offering.  "You really want to fuck my nasty little
pussy?  You want to ram me, fuck me so hard and fast and mean
that you make me cum like some cheap whore you picked up in a
bar?"
     "Yeah, slut.  But I changed my mind.  I want you to *suck*
me until I'm hard.  I want you to open that dirty mouth of yours
and wrap those sleazy lips around it and swallow my dick.  I'm
going to fuck your face before I fuck that hot cunt of yours."
     Oral sex had always been off limits, but I saw the heat in
her eyes as she nodded.  I let her slide out from under me and
watched in disbelief as she crouched between my legs, gripped my
growing erection in both tiny fists and hesitantly began giving
me her first blow job.  Despite her lack of expertise, it was
almost more erotic than I could stand.  She got into it so much
that I had to tear my cock away from her sucking mouth.  She
mewled a protest as I pushed her away, rolling her onto her hands
and knees and forcing her legs apart.
     It was our first experience with doggie-sex.  She stiffened
all over as I slammed into her, burying myself to the balls in
one savage thrust.  I'd never been so deep in her.  She didn't
stay tense.  Almost instantly, she began bucking and humping me
back, just as wildly as I was driving into her.
     "Fuck me!" she screamed.  "Slap my ass and ride me like a
bitch!"
     I reddened her ass cheeks with stinging blows that just
excited her even more.  I pummeled her with every bit of force I
could summon, impaling her with each thrust so hard that she slid
forward on the carpet.
     Through gritted teeth, I called her every dirty name I'd
ever heard, told her that her cunt was so loose and wet it felt
like she had a dozen men's cum in her.
     "Yes!" she howled.  "I'm a no-good whore!  I'm a fuck-toy!
I want all the cock I can get!  I want to be covered with cum
from head to toe, have it dripping from my ass and cunt and
mouth!  Hurt, me, baby.  Treat me like a worthless slut!"
     I grabbed her heaving, dangling tits and used them for
handles and pounded her until I blew the most massive load of my
life into her spasming loins.  We both collapsed onto the carpet,
gasping for breath like we'd just been saved from drowning.
     We were too exhausted for guilt.  We helped one another to
bed and slept, tangled together, until very late the next
morning.  We both awoke shame-faced and avoided talking about our
mad love-making.  But, the next night, our sex was much more
impassioned than usual, and each of us knew the other was
recalling the wild performance of the night before.  From then
on, as a matter of fact, our lovemaking became more regular, our
passion for one another more constant.

     Helen moved in with me shortly after that - something that
we'd discussed and rejected as being immoral.  I'm sure it was
the night of crazed lust that made us both privately reconsider
our notions about what was right and wrong.  But despite the fact
that we both dreamed about it, we didn't re-play our night of
passion, or even talk about it, for over two months.
     The next time was just as spontaneous as the first had been.
We were snuggled together watching a cops and robbers type movie
on TV.  The predictable plot dealt with a serial killer who
stalked prostitutes, and the heroine went undercover as a hooker
to trap the bad guy.
     While there was nothing overtly erotic about the scene, I
was trying to hide the boner that was building between my legs as
the policewoman put on streetwalker makeup and fit herself into a
tiny little minidress.  I noticed from the corner of my eye that
Helen seemed uncomfortable, too.  I didn't know why until I
accidentally brushed her chest with my hand while getting into a
more comfortable position.  She hissed and jerked, and I realized
that her nipple was swollen and hard as stone under her cotton
blouse.
     My throat went dry and I pretended to ignore her arousal.
"I wonder what that'd be like?" I asked her.
     "What?"
     "I wonder what it'd be like for a normal woman to have to
pretend she was a whore?  To put on bright red lipstick and all
that eye makeup and stretch a dress that tight over her tits and
ass and walk around in fuck-me shoes while men drooled over her
and offered her money for her pussy?"
     I kept my focus on the screen, but saw Helen wet her lips,
watch her breath quicken.  "It'd be horrible.  But she has to do
it.  Her boss ordered her to."
     "Yeah.  But don't you think it'd make her feel hot and
nasty, too?  She'd almost have to be turned on by the way all the
guys fuck her with their eyes, the way they imagine they're
sticking their cocks between her slutty red lips or pounding
their meat into her sleazy cunt."
     Helen nodded and squirmed tighter against me, her elbow
coming to rest against my hard-on.  As she realized what it was,
her eyes hooded and she unconsciously turned toward me, her lips
already parted for a kiss.
     The second our mouths connected, we caught fire.  She groped
frantically in my lap and plastered herself against me, rubbing
her tits hard against my chest.
     I ripped my mouth away from her driving tongue.  "What if I
made you do that?  What if I forced you to paint your face like a
streetcorner whore and show off your tits and ass?"
     "I couldn't," she panted, jacking me off through my jeans.
"You wouldn't."  Her eyes were saying other things.
     I dropped my hand between her legs, crudely rubbed the denim
of her jeans into the heat there.  She spread her slim thighs and
reached for my mouth.  I denied her hungry kiss.  "Oh, but you're
wrong, bitch.  That's exactly what I'm going to make you do.  I'm
going to drag you into the bedroom and fuck you from behind while
you paint your slutty face.  I'm not going to let you cum until
you're dressed in the nastiest clothes you own and you've smeared
your lipstick all over my dick.  Then I'll make you swallow every
drop of my cum and suck me hard again.  After that, I'll fuck you
so hard and fast your cunt will feel like it's on fire."
     Helen fell back, breathing in quick, short gasps, her wide
brown eyes hooded with desire, her hips grinding into my hand.
She groaned loudly.  "I'm already on fire.  Put it in me now,
Ron.  Stick your hard dick in me."
     "No way, cunt.  No cock for you until you look as nasty as
the slut on TV."
     I grabbed her wrists and jerked her to her feet.  Clamping
her arms behind her back, I forcefully marched her to the
bedroom.  I kept her arms imprisoned while I unsnapped her jeans
and tugged them down to her ankles.  Then I pushed her toward the
bed.  Unable to keep her balance, she staggered and fell onto the
mattress.  I pinned her to the bed with a knee in the middle of
her back and jerked the jeans the rest of the way off.  Her plain
white undies were saturated with her fluids.  I roughly rubbed
her pussy then tore the panties off with a loud ripping noise.
     "God, what a whore!" I exclaimed.  "Look how fucking wet you
are."  I stabbed her glistening slash with a finger.  It went
right in without encountering any resistance.
     "Yes," she hissed, wiggling her shapely ass, trying to get
my finger deeper.  "Make me do it.  Make me look like an easy
piece of fuck meat.  Do whatever you want to me.  Make me eat
your prick.  Shoot your sticky cum down my throat until I choke."
     I rolled her over like a sack of flour and sent the buttons
of her blouse flying as I yanked it open, revealing her heavy
white brassiere.  I thrust the shirt down her arms, again
trapping her arms behind and under her.  I obscenely fondled her
heaving tits before pushing the bra down.  Her large globes
jiggled atop the cups, her nipples distended so far they looked
painful.  I reddened them with savage pinches.  Her thighs were
wrapped around my leg as she rubbed her pussy up and down my
jeans.
     "I want to cum first," she growled harshly.  "I'm ready
right now.  I want you to watch me get off just thinking about
what you're making me do."  She stopped humping my leg, spread
her legs as wide as she could get them.  Her eyes were glassy.
"Stick as many fingers in me as you can.  Stretch my sloppy cunt
as wide as it'll go.  I'll be the sluttiest whore in the world
for you, baby.  I'll suck your cock with my red lips until you
turn inside out.  I'll grease your prick and slide it up my ass.
Anything you want, I'll do.  Just touch my clit and I'll explode.
Do it.  Watch me."
     I was incited even more by her guttural tone, her vulgar
words.  Instead of making her wait, I pierced her with two
fingers.
     She grunted like an animal and humped them.  "Yes.  Yes.
Make me do it.  Watch your nasty slut cum."
     I added another finger.  She took it easily, rolled and
pushed until her ass was a foot off the bed.  The instant I
touched her hugely swollen clit, she lost her mind.
     "CUMMING!!" she shrieked rawly.  "OH, FUCK!!  CUMMING!!"
Her thighs slammed shut on my hand.  It felt like she was trying
to suck my whole arm inside her.  I rolled her button one more
time.  She convulsed, her lips wide in a silent scream.  Her
pussy was clenching on my fingers like a wet fist.  I'd never
dreamed anyone could experience such a powerful orgasm.  And the
fact that it was happening to my normally restrained, reserved
Helen made it totally unbelievable.
     I managed to get my hand out of her with considerable
effort.
     "Give it back!  I need your fucking hand!" she howled,
trying to free her arms from her blouse.  "More!  I need more!"
     "Oh, you'll get more, slut.  You'll get all you can handle
and then some.  But first you've got to look like you deserve it.
Get your slimy ass out of bed and get to work!"
     I jerked her to her feet.  Her eyes were wide and empty.
     "Give me your cock, honey," my fiance whined piteously.
"Please.  I've got to have it."
     I pushed her to the bathroom, again pinning her wrists
together behind her.  I stopped her at the counter top.  "Put on
your makeup, whore.  Thick and heavy.  If you look nasty enough
when I get back with your clothes, I'll fuck you right here."
     She was scrabbling through the drawer in front of her for
what little makeup she had.  Her voice was low but shook with
urgency.  "I'll look nasty enough.  I'll look so fucking sleazy
you won't be able to keep your long, nasty prick out of me."  She
was still mumbling curses as I stalked back to the bedroom and
flung open the closet door.
     She'd given the slinky black cocktail dress back to her
friend Doreen.  My choices were limited.  Helen's clothes were as
conservative and conventional as she was.  I found an almost
transparent blue blouse that'd have to do, a black skirt that
wasn't quite a mini that she'd quit wearing because it was too
tight - perfect for now.  She owned only one pair of high heels.
I located her pantyhose and carried it all back to the bathroom.
     She was working feverishly, still talking under her breath,
calling herself slut, cunt, or whore with every ragged breath.
She'd smoothed a pale foundation over her face and added a lot of
blush to her high cheekbones.  Her lashes had grown immense under
thick layers of mascara, and her eyelids drooped under a load of
blue and silver shadow she was applying.  I stared long and hard
while she finished her eyes.  She then attacked her mouth with
trembling hands, spreading a thick coat of her only lipstick - a
very light shade of red - onto her heavy, bowed mouth.
     It was too much.  I dropped the armload of clothes and freed
my swollen dick.  The mirror showed her what I was doing and she
froze with the tube of color in her hand, her eyes glued to my
cock.  I kicked the high heels toward her.
     "Put those on, bitch, and bend over."
     Her tits leapt as she scurried to obey.  Her nipples had
become even longer and fatter.  Pussy juice glistened wetly on
her thighs.  She had the shoes on and was bent forward, legs
widely spread, in a matter of seconds.  She used both hands to
spread her slick pussy lips wide for me.
     "Fuck your slut, honey," she said thickly.  "Fuck me good
while I finish painting my whore's face for you.  Do you like it?
Do I look cheap enough?"
     I ran my cock up and down the length of her open, glistening
gash, making her hiss and jerk with the intensity of the contact.
Her ass rolled and thrust, trying to capture her prize.  I denied
her as I studied her face in the mirror.  "It's not good enough,
but I guess it'll have to do."
     "What's wrong?" she groaned in frustration.
     I fed her just the tip of my prick, despite the almost
overwhelming urge to ram her with all my might.  "That lipstick
sucks.  It's too light."
     "I'll use more," she panted, her thighs quaking with need.
She bent closer to the mirror, ground the color into her lips,
circling her mouth until I ordered her to stop.
     "Use some vaseline," I grated out.  "Make them shine like
they're wet with cum."
     She eagerly complied while I eased another few inches into
her pulsing, overheated hole.  Her entire body was shaking by
then.  She had to stop while a small orgasm wracked her.
     "Now draw some better eyebrows, whore.  Darker."
     "Pluck them!" she shrieked, grabbing for her pencil and
wiggling her ass, getting all but the last of my hard-on as a
reward.  "Make me pluck them!"
     "Maybe later, cunt.  I want to get your sleazy ass dressed
now so I can fuck your face."
     But I couldn't resist pounding her pussy long and hard
first.  She had to put both hands on the counter top to brace
herself.  Her face was mere inches from the big mirror, and she
kept staring hollowly into her heavily painted visage while I
jolted her with vicious thrusts.  She later told me she had two
more orgasms before I jerked out of her and told her to get her
clothes on.  I was in no condition to notice them myself.  I was
trapped in a lusty red haze that dominated my entire being.  I
felt like I could fuck her all day and night and never go soft.
As it turned out, I wasn't far wrong.
     She asked no questions about the lack of bra or panties,
just buttoned up the see-through blouse until I told her to stop
halfway.  It left her swollen tits almost exposed.  She sat on
the toilet, removed her heels and rolled on the panty hose.
Inspired, I demanded that she cut the crotch out so I could fuck
her with them on if I wanted.  She was shaking so hard I was
afraid she'd stab herself with the scissors.  Then, shoes back in
place, she wiggled into the too-tight skirt.  When I bitched
about how long it was, she rolled up the waist, shortening it a
few inches.  With the blouse tightly tucked in, she looked hot as
hell.
     I gave her no relief, though.  "Pretty fucking pathetic.
You look more like a Sunday school teacher than a whore.  You're
going to have to do better next time, cunt, or do without cock."
     She looked forlorn for a moment as she stared at herself in
the mirror.  She started playing with her displayed tits.  "I'll
make up for it, honey.  I'll act so fucking slutty for you you'll
forget."
     "Then get on your knees, bitch, and suck my rod."
     Her heavily tinted lips almost instantly embraced my meat
like she loved nothing better than sucking dick and had been
doing it all her life.  The blend of vaseline, lipstick and
saliva made her mouth so slick that it was even better than her
pussy.  I wasn't satisfied with merely using her mouth, though.
I grabbed her by the hair and forced myself down her throat,
choking her, making her gag.  But she made no protest.  Instead,
on my next thrust, *she* pulled me all the way in.  Her moan
resonated up my staff and echoed throughout my body.
     To keep myself from blowing my wad before I was ready, I
pulled all the way out and made her lick my balls, even tongue my
asshole.  She seemed to have no inhibitions at all.  My placid
wife-to-be had turned into an unabashed whore, hungered for every
perversity I could dream up.
     Excited beyond words, I returned to her sucking, smeared
lips and fucked her face for all I was worth.  I shot my first
two gouts of sperm straight into her stomach, then pulled all the
way out and had her jack me off, aiming my jerking member at her
face until it was covered with pale white gel from nose to chin
and had dribbled onto her heaving tits.
     I pushed her away from me when she'd milked me temporarily
dry.  She fell off her high heels and sprawled on the tile floor.
"I'm going out for a while," I told her.
     She looked stunned.  "No!  Don't leave me like this!" she
begged.  "Fuck me!  Please fuck me or I'll die!"
     I glanced around the bathroom.  My eyes settled on a wine
bottle with a candle stuck in the top.  I jerked the candle out
and threw it to her.  "Fuck yourself with this until I get back.
Better use it on your asshole, too.  I want it nice and loose for
my cock."
     "Where are you going?" she wailed, like she hadn't heard me.
     "None of your goddamned business!  Just make sure you're
still fucking yourself when I come home.  I want to see cum
running out of your cunt like it's a faucet, whore!"
     I waited until she'd impaled herself on the candle through
the hole in the pantyhose, was laying flat on the floor with her
knees high and wide and using both hands to ram her pussy with
the wax cock before I hurried away.
     I drove like a maniac.  What I needed was crystal clear in
my head, but I added a couple of impulse items when I got there.
I couldn't have been gone more than fifteen or twenty minutes,
although I really had no concept of time.
     Neither did Helen.  I heard her grunting as I went up the
stairs three at a time.  She was still fucking herself, as
ordered.  The only differences were that the cum had dried on her
face and she'd found a use for the wine bottle.  It was
protruding from her distended cunt while the candle stuck out of
her ass.  Her eyes were wide open but blind to everything but her
filled holes.
     She wasn't really even aware that she wasn't alone until I
noisily dropped the plastic bag on the counter top.  She blinked
long lashes and tried to focus her eyes on me.  Her smeared lips
shaped a loose smile.
     She spoke slowly, with a faint slur.  Her voice was raw,
probably from having her throat so roughly fucked.  "You're home.
See?  Your whore's doing just what you wanted."  Her whole body
shook.  "Ooh.  Ohh, fuck.  I did it again.  I came again, honey."
She sounded very pleased with herself.
     I unzipped myself and sat on her below her almost exposed
tits.  Her aureoles and nipples were dark swells with sharp
peaks.  I slid up until my legs pressed them together and my cock
lay between them.  "Have the real thing," I said.  "Fill all your
wholes at once.  Cum again for me, slut."
     She ate me like candy at first.  She licked and nuzzled and
sucked, made love to my prick with her lips and mouth.  I held
her head so she could keep double-fucking her other wholes with
her dildos.
     "How does it feel, whore?  Tell me what it's like."
     "Good," she whispered to my cock, and between her words she
kissed or swallowed my throbbing pole.  "So good.  So *fucking*
nasty."  'Fucking' was the only word she spoke clearly, and she
took me in all the way to the balls right afterwards.  "*Fucking*
my big pussy and my virgin asshole," she gasped.  "*Licking* your
beautiful cock with your cum dried on my slutty face.  Do it
again, baby.  Shoot off on my face, in my mouth."
     "Not yet, cunt.  I'm going to take the candle out of your
ass and put my cock there.  Roll over.  Put your face on the
floor and your ass in the air."
     "Yes!  Fuck my ass, baby!"  Her coordination was shot.  I
had to help her.
     "Keep using the bottle, slut."  I jacked my dick with the
vaseline she'd used on her mouth and the candle.  "Keep
stretching your cunt out.  Make it so fucking big I can get my
whole hand inside you, my whole fucking fist."
     "Your whole fucking arm!" she choked when I jerked the
candle from her brown hole.
     I couldn't wait any more.  I took her hard and fast, impaled
her on the first smooth push.  She was already greased, all the
way down.
     She howled like she was dying, but the instant I started to
back out, her scream became words.  "NO!!  FUCK ME!!"
     And fuck her I did.  I rode her like the bitch she was,
feeling her bottle-dildo right on the other side of her gut
muscles.
     "Yes," she kept grunting over and over.  "Yes . . . yes . .
. yes."
     "I'm going to fill your guts with cum, whore.  I'm going to
jerk it out and squirt it all over your slutty ass and pussy."
     "Ung!  Yeah, fucker!  Do it!  I'm ready.  I'm going to do it
again.  Cum, you bastard!  I want to feel your cock swell and
shoot in my ass!  I want to rub your cum into my pussy.  Oooh,
cum all over your slut, baby."
     We both screamed when I orgasmed.  The ring of muscles at
the top of her hole gripped my prick in a vice and held back my
explosion until I slapped her quivering ass cheeks as hard as I
could.  When she relaxed, I thought the top of my head had blown
off.  I must have injected her with a quart of sperm in one
blast.  But there was still plenty left for the rest of her.
     The bottle squirted out and rattled across the floor as she
collapsed under me.  Her fingers were feebly trying to smear the
cum on her still moving pussy lips.  I fell across her.  Her
mouth was amazingly soft under mine.  She groaned softly into my
mouth as I tasted her.
     "Don't stop," she whispered very softly.  "Don't let me stop
yet."
     "Okay, slut.  Rest a little and clean up.  I brought you
some presents to play with.  When you're ready, come downstairs.
I'll make some food."

Acting Out 2
by Tristmegistis

     There was that same avoidance after our second amazing night
of perverse debauchery.  By the time I woke up, stiff and sore,
on the living room carpet, Helen had cleaned herself up and was
her normal old self again and acted like nothing had happened.
     To tell the truth, I was thankful.  I'd done and said things
to her I was deeply ashamed of.  I'd treated a smart, beautiful
woman I really loved like she was nothing more important than
three holes made to be fucked.  Sure, she'd loved every moment
and every way I abused her, and had even suggested things for me
to do, but that was no excuse for having done it.
     That's not to say I regretted any of it.  Maybe that sounds
weird, but it's true.  I didn't want to be reminded that it'd
happened, but I wouldn't have taken any of it back, even if
there'd been a way.  After the first hour or two, the worst of
our mutual embarrassment was over and we went about our Sunday
chores - including church - like it was just another day.  The
only visible reminder of what we'd done was that Helen waddled a
little when she walked.  Her much abused asshole was raw, and her
pussy wasn't in much better shape.
     As before though, there were side-effects.  We made
passionate love at least once a day, sometimes more.  We added a
little more variety to our coupling, but nothing really
outrageous.  Helen liked to be on top sometimes, and we developed
a habit of extended foreplay, including energetically eating one
another's sex.  And we privately fantasized, remembering the
things we'd done, the wild lust we'd both experienced.
     All the while, we went about planning our upcoming wedding.
It was going to be the big church affair our families wanted and
had pretty much given up on, since we were both in our mid
twenties.  Needless to say, we acted like the perfect couple.
Not even our best friends had any idea that beneath our handsome,
normal appearances there lurked dark secrets.
     It was after the next-to-last wedding rehearsal, three days
before the real thing, half-tanked on champagne, that Helen and I
loosened up our lust again.  It'd been almost four months since
that wild Saturday night, and the pressure to get dirty had been
building and building in both of us.
     I'd secretly, shamefully indulged in more masturabtory
fantasies inspired by that mind-blowing event than I could count.
When I discovered the trashy makeup I'd bought her had vanished
from her bathroom drawer, I slyly got more.  In fact, about once
a month I broke out into a sweat and whacked off and couldn't
stop myself from making a trip to some cosmetic counter to pick
up a little something for "next time."  I knew there'd *be* a
"next time," I just didn't know when.
     The day of the practice wedding had been one of those times.
I'd had to go to the men's room at the plant and jack of to
mental pictures of Helen wearing her virginal white wedding gown
and a complete whore's face, dominated by slick, fat red lips
begging to be fucked.  On the way to the rehearsal, I'd been
compelled to stop at a huge drugstore and by still more lewd
fantasy cosmetics.  I was worried and excited by the contents of
the little shopping bag in the back seat of the car.  I half-
hoped Helen would notice it and discover what was inside, but I
couldn't make myself say anything.
     So, when we finally made it home after the Friday evening
rehearsal party, and Helen glued herself to me before we even got
the door closed and pushed her tongue down my throat, grinding
her fantastic tits against my chest, the plastic bag in my hand
felt very obvious.  When the hot kiss finally ended, I guess I
must have looked at it.
     "What's that, Ron?" she asked, still rubbing me with her
hips.
     "Oh. Nothing."
     "It's *got* to be something, hon."  She lifted it from my
limp fingers and peeked inside.  Her "Oh!" was surprised, but not
at all displeased.  Her eyes sought mine, and the bump of her
hips picked up a little more urgency.  I saw her swallow a lump
in her throat, try to say something, and decide she needed
another kiss.
     I only thought the first one was passionate.  Compared to
the way she attacked my mouth that time, it'd been a polite peck.
Her fingers dug into my ass like she was trying to force my whole
body between her legs.  When she finally broke the embrace, she
was gasping.
     "Should I . . . do you want me to . . ."
     I watched her try to get the words out and felt the lust
expand to fill me.  "Yeah.  That's what I want."
     She wrapped one long leg around my waist and dove in for
another kiss.  "Say it," she murmured hotly into my ear, nibbling
my lobe.  "Tell me what you want me to be."
     I squeezed her ass, pulling her still closer.  I made sure
one finger was hard against her shit hole.  "My nasty little
slut," I told her.  "My dirty little whore."
     "Oh, yes," she breathed, the crotch of her jeans riding up
my erection, her ass wiggling, trying to force my finger in her
back door.  "I want that.  I want it so fucking bad, Ron.  I want
to do it like last time, with you fucking me while I paint my
face."
     "No, cunt.  I want it to be *better* than last time."
     "Oh, baby, it will be.  I've got some surprises for you."
     "I've got some for you, too, bitch."
     "So take me upstairs, stud.  Let's do it.  I'm so fucking
hot just thinking about it that I'm ready to cum right now."
     "Un uh.  First you put on the lipstick in the bag and get on
your fucking knees right here and suck my cum down your slutty
little throat."
     I let her use the hall mirror to spread the deepest creamy
red color I could find over her mouth while I unbuttoned her
blouse and attacked her already long nipples.  She hissed and
purred and thrust her tight ass against my swollen prick until I
was satisfied with her lips.
     When she took my cock in her mouth it was with all the skill
I imagined a professional hooker had, and a hell of a lot more
real desire for what she was doing.
     "Oh, fuck, baby," she groaned as she took a break and used
her hands to stroke my rod.  "Look what I'm doing!  I'm smearing
my nasty fucking lipstick all over your cock.  I'm taking your
lovely fuck-meat all the way down my throat."  She shuddered
wildly.  "God, I love it!"  She dove back onto me, sucking
noisily.
     I took her hair in my fists and held her head still and
fucked myself in and out of her head.  Through tightly gritted
teeth, I told her what I had hidden away in the back of my
closet.  "I bought you tons of makeup, cunt, so you can look
every bit the slut you are.  I got you two real dildos that look
just like cocks.  They're long and fat and hard, ready for your
holes, baby.  Before the night's over, your cunt and ass are
going to be so fucking stretched out you could fuck a telephone
pole."
     She was whining around my prick.  She'd opened her jeans and
her hand was digging noisily in her sloppy wet pussy while she
bounced on the floor.  She was trying to speak, but the way I was
forcing my dick into her made it impossible.  I tried to hold
myself back, but the sight of her smeared lips and the color she
left on my meat drove me over the edge.  I pushed as far in as
possible and stayed there.  Her lips were buried in my public
hair, nuzzling the base of my shaft, and I could see the end of
my dick bulging her graceful neck.  My cum erupted like lava.
Helen choked and swallowed, swallowed and choked.  The white goo
oozed around her lips as I eased back out of her head a little,
my knees turning to jelly.
     When I turned loose of her hair, she grabbed my cock and
jacked it, opening her mouth for air, showing me the pool of cum
on her tongue.  She aimed my spurting prick between her smeared
lips and hungrily took every wad I gave her.  When I was merely
dribbling sperm, she cooed and rubbed my shrinking member over
her cheeks, chin and eyes, never giving up her pumping grip,
until I was totally limp.  She bathed my soft flesh in tender
kisses and loving licks, making sure she'd gotten every last
trace of cum.
     I helped her to her feet, make her kick the jeans and
panties off her ankles.  I told her to leave her blouse on and
her bra open because it made her look so trashy.  She smiled at
herself in the mirror, admiring her blurred lips and the smears
of cum shining on her fair skin.
     I led her to the stairs and pushed her up, my thumb digging
into her asshole and my first two fingers slipped into her
saturated cunt.  She had to lean on the bannister and slowly
climb the steps with her legs parted.  When my thumb popped past
her ass-ring and plunged into her, she missed a step and nearly
fell.  She leaned back against me and came, wailing loudly.
     I pushed her forward, made her walk and cum at the same
time.  She had to lean against the wall all the way down the
hall, and I thought her legs were going to give out and dump her
on the floor, but she made it somehow.  Her cum was trickling
down her thighs like she'd pissed all over herself.
     When we got in the bedroom, I jerked my hand out of her.
She looked stunned, gasped.  She just stood there with a haunted
expression while I got the overnight case from my closet shelf.
I flipped it open and showed her what was inside.  Her shock dis-
sipated as her eyes danced over all the eyeshadow and lipsticks,
foundations, powders, nail enamels and false fingernails I'd
accumulated.
     "Oh, Ron," she whimpered, taking the case from my hands.
"Oh, fuck, honey.  Can I use it now?  I can't wait!"
     "Not yet, slut.  You said you had some surprises, too.  Show
me."
     She dropped her eyes, looked embarrassed and hesitated.  Her
expression changed when I pinched her nipples.  She grunted at
the pain and pleasure pulsing through her and smiled.  When I
dropped my hands, she set the case on the bed and scurried to her
much larger closet.  She grabbed a black garment bag from the bar
and laid it out on the bed like it was fragile.  Her hands opened
and closed near the zipper.  Her eyes speared me with a pleading
look.
     I stroked her fine ass, played with her shit hole.  "Open
it, whore."
     She bent forward from the waist, her tits hanging straight
down and opened the bag.  The first thing she took out, handling
it like it was a baby, was what I thought at first was the black
cocktail dress she'd borrowed from her friend Doreen that first
time.  I saw I was wrong as she spread it on the bedspread.  The
neckline was cut even deeper, the hem even shorter, and it
buttoned up the front.
     "Where'd you get it?" I asked, still toying with her
asshole.
     She thrust into my touch.  "I bought it at the mall.  I
bought all this nasty shit with money from my savings."
     "Show me the rest, cunt.  Let me see it all."
     She took out a garter belt and three pair of patterned hose.
There was a wicked, lacy red teddy that had garter straps, too,
and two sets of sexy bras and panties.  The final items were two
pairs of stiletto heels taller than anything I'd ever seen, one
red, one black.  She ran loving hands over everything until I
pushed my teasing finger into her puckered, sweaty brown hole.
It was slick with pussy juice and went in easily.  She gasped and
stiffened and wiggled her ass.
     "Have you worn any of it?"
     "No," she groaned.  "I didn't even try it on when I bought
it.  I wanted to but I couldn't.  I take it all out and look at
it this way sometimes, but the first time had to be because you
made me do it."
     "Do you finger your slick pussy and play with your tits when
you look at it?"
     "Yes," she hissed, humping back at my hand as I poked her
with it.
     "How many times?"
     "Three.  But I wanted to do it more.  I diddled my big, fat
clit and pinched my nipples real hard and made myself cum like a
bitch.  Sometimes at work I have to go to the bathroom and finger
myself, just dreaming about how slutty I'll look and feel.  Make
me do it now, honey.  Make me be your fucking whore, right now."
     Instead, I picked up one of the shiny red shoes.  The sole
wasn't even scuffed.  I put the metal tipped heel between her
legs and rubbed it up and down her weeping slit.
     She jerked, whined.  "It's cold."
     "I'll warm it up for you."  I pointed the tip at her asshole
as slowly pushed it in.  "I'll fuck you with your own fuck-me
shoes, slut."  I wanted to really pound her with it, but was
afraid the sharp tip would injure her.
     She put both hands on the bed and spread her legs wider.
"Yes," she muttered.  "Oh, yes.  Fuck your cunty whore any way
you want to.  I love it all.  I'll do anything you want."
     I grabbed the other red shoe and slid the second heel in her
ass above the first one.  She shrieked and dropped her face onto
the bed, on top of the black dress.  Her hand scrabbled for a
black shoe and she started licking it, then sucking on the six
inch long spike like it was a cock.  She was frenzied.
     "So fucking nasty," she groaned around the high heel.
"Sucking off a fucking shoe.  Two more splitting my ass, all the
way in my guts.  Slut.  What a fucking slut.  I'll fuck anything.
Anywhere.  Make me cum, baby.  Make me cum.  Don't let me ever
stop cumming.  I'm your fuck toy, the nastiest whore there ever
was."
     I jerked the shoes out of her, slapped her ass hard.  "Then
make yourself look like one, cunt.  Here.  Put on the shoes I
fucked you with and get your hot ass into the bathroom and paint
your cheap fucking face."
     Nodding drunkenly, she sat on the bed and strapped the heels
on her ankles.  She wobbled in them when she stood, leaned on me
for support.
     I straightened her and stepped away.  "Strut for me, cunt.
Wiggle your ass.  I want to see the way your big tits bounce in
your fuck-me shoes."
     Her first few strides were awkward and ungainly in the
stilt-like shoes.
     "That sucks, bitch.  Get your shit together.  Make me want
to fuck you."
     Her second pass around the room was better.  She kind of
fucked the air as she walked.  She stared at the way I rubbed my
crotch.  She wet her mouth and pulled her blouse and bra under
her tits, lifting them for me.  Her nipples were long and red
from being pinched.  She squeezed them like bread dough.
     "Look at yourself in the mirror, you sleazy cunt.  Look how
high and hard your ass is in those shoes.  Look at how you're
playing with your fucking tits.  Look how you're begging to be
fucked."
     She was fascinated by her reflection.  "Yes.  So fucking
sleazy.  Oh, God, baby, let me finger my pussy.  I want to watch
me finger-fuck myself.  I want to watch myself cum.  Please."
     "No fucking way, bitch.  You've got to earn it."  I pushed
her toward the bathroom and followed, carrying the little
suitcase.  She was already bent at the hips with her legs spread,
looking expectantly at me.  I set the case down beside her and
rested a hand on her ass cheek, my fingers at the top of her
thigh.  "Do it."
     She talked to herself under her breath while she attacked
the makeup.  I kept squeezing her ass and tickling her between
the legs.  She was amazingly wet, her pussy lips hanging open a
little, her hair matted and soft and curly.
     "You kept your cunt trimmed, slut.  I bet every time you
shaved your legs you remembered last time and got turned on.
Right?"
     "Umm," she purred, curling her long black eyebrows in a
clamp.  "I felt so dirty, honey.  I touched myself every time,
rolled my clit and fingered my pussy almost every time I took a
bath."
     "What a fucking cunt," I told her, going for her asshole
with two wet fingers.  "Did you ever put things in your ass,
whore?"
     "Noooo," she groaned, pushing against my hand with quick
thrusts.
     "But you will from now on, won't you, slut?  When you feel
nasty from now on, you'll want something in your ass, too, won't
you?"
     "Yesss.  Oh, fuck yes."
     "And you'll want to play with makeup.  And you'll fuck your
own ass and cunt in the mirror and watch your slutty red lips and
cum until you scream."
     "Slutty . . . red . . . lips . . ." she said around the
silver tube as she ran it over her mouth.  "Long . . . red . . .
fingernails . . . tight little dress . . . fuck-me shoes . . ."
     The mental image made me wild.  I stepped between her legs
and took her.  Her ass had been opened by the shoes and fingers
but only the first inch or so was slick and wet.  I reamed her
anyway, forced myself down her unlubed guts.
     She screamed in pain.
     I slapped her ass with one hand and glued myself to her
bucking as so she couldn't escape.  I pushed deeper into her.
"Open it up!  Take it, whore!" I yelled and slapped her stinging
ass again even harder.
     She braced herself on her hands.  "Go ahead, motherfucker!!"
she sobbed.  "Rape my slutty ass, you bastard!!  Give it to me!!"
     I gave up slapping her red cheeks and grabbed her hips and
fucked her for all I was worth.  She grunted with the pounding.
Her eyes focused on her face in the mirror.  I could have done it
all night, but there were things I wanted even worse.  I ripped
out of her.  Her legs gave out and she had to catch herself by
the water faucets.  I wiped my huge red hard-on on a towel and
held it under her nose.
     "Smell your shit, whore?  We've got to do something about
that."
     She was still recovering from what we'd done.  She blinked
like she didn't understand while I filled up the enema bag with
hot water.
     "Get in the bathtub, cunt.  Lift your legs up and grab your
ankles."
     She did, kind of sluggishly.  I put the oversized nozzle up
her ass.  She watched numbly until I opened the clip and the
water gushed into her.  Her heavily painted eyes went wide and
her slick red lips went round.
     "Two quarts of hot water, cunt.  Look at your belly swell
up."  I let the thing empty and pulled out the plug.  Water
drooled out of her.  "Hold it until I tell you to shit, whore.
Keep every drop in that fresh-fucked asshole."
     In ten minutes, she was in agony.  She was begging me to let
her shit.  She was crying, even after I warned her not to ruin
her eye makeup.  I reached down and petted her pussy, rolled her
clit.  She cried even louder, but her hips started moving and she
started getting real wet again.  I dipped a finger in and
collected some of her honey and raised it to her mouth and spread
it on her quaking, deep red lower lip.
     "Taste yourself, whore.  Lick your nasty cunt juice off your
slutty mouth."  My finger was still busy on her swollen button.
Her hips were trying to catch my hand and get it in her flooded
cunt.  Brown water was starting to seep from her ass.
     "Go ahead, slut.  Cum for me.  Cum and turn loose of your
shit at the same time."
     Her scream was pure, raw release.  Cum literally shot out of
her pussy while her asshole opened and everything she'd had up
her ass gushed out like a geyser.  It was hard to say which was
convulsing more, her pussy or ass muscles.  I kept going and
going on her clit.
     She begged me to quit, screamed at me she had to stop or
she'd die.
     She was cumming and couldn't stop.  In spite of what she
said, when I fed her more of her pussy juice she tried to suck my
finger down her throat.  When I pulled away from her mouth and
clit at the same time, she slowly relaxed.
     I stood up.  "Clean yourself up.  I'll be in the bedroom."
     It took her a while to rinse off the shitty water she'd been
laying in and redo her face, all the time I needed to get
everything ready.  When she finally came out, her face was done
even better than before.  I thought for a minute it was because
I'd distracted her the first time.  Then it dawned on me that she
was *too* much better with the cosmetics.
     "You've already been painting yourself like a slut when I'm
not around, haven't you, cunt?  That's what happened the makeup
that was in the drawer."
     Her brazen strut faltered.  She couldn't manage to look
embarrassed under so much foundation and powder.  She looked at
the floor, wrung her hands anxiously.  "Yes.  I couldn't help
it."
     "How many times, cunt?"
     Her voice was almost a whisper.  She couldn't look at me.
Watching her fat, slick red lips make such meek sounds made my
steel-like cock even harder.  "Four.  Some Monday afternoons when
I was supposed to be at aerobics since . . . since the other
time.  Are you mad at me?"
     "You've got too many secrets, whore.  I'm going to punish
you.  No more sneaking around.  Or else."
     "Punish me?" she whimpered.
     "You'll see.  But right now, get your cheap ass dressed.  I
want to see what a total whore you are."
     I made her put on a show for me as she wiggled and stretched
into her outfit, kind of a reverse strip.  She was so excited
that I think she had a couple of little orgasms while she did it.
She regained her poise, kept glancing from me to the long mirror.
My barked commands kept her from getting a good look at herself
until she was finished with everything, including her inch long
scarlet fingernails.
     She looked unbelievably hot.  The black dress was a size too
small, so tight that it mashed her tits until they spilled over
the top of the swooping neckline, leaving only her nipples
inside.  Her waist looked tiny.  Her hips were rocked up like she
was begging to be fucked, and the tops of her black mesh hose
showed above the hem.  Her ass was round and firm, and her legs
looked a mile long.  Her charcoal and silver eyelids sagged like
the thick mascara was too heavy.  Her screaming red mouth hung
slightly open.  Her barely restrained lust was as visible as her
rick-like nipples.
     She seemed hypnotized my her reflection in the mirror.  Her
voice was as thick as her makeup.  "Cock hungry cunt.  Look at
me, baby.  Fuck me with your eyes all night."
     I fucked her with more than my eyes, and really did do it
all night, too.  Before dawn, I'd had Helen every way I could
think of - including tied to the corners of the bed.  I fed her
the two latex dildos I'd bought, at one point keeping all three
of her holes filled for about two hours while she orgasmed
continuously until she passed out.  When she came to, it was to
discover that I was fucking her loose cunt with my *real* dick.
She instantly started cumming again and fainted a second time
when I loaded her sloppy pussy with my fifth load of cum.
     Right around sunrise, I finally gave out.  I didn't feel her
crawl out from under me, but when I woke up in the early
afternoon, she wasn't in bed with me.  The blinds were pulled,
making it look like twilight instead of broad daylight.  I felt
hung over and like I'd been beaten up.
     I didn't notice the light under the closed bathroom door
until I'd staggered halfway across the bedroom.  I slowed down
and heard faint sounds coming from the other side of the door,
too.  Helen was in there.  The noise was water sloshing and her
moaning.  My cock was suddenly hard with more than piss.  I eased
the door open and peeked inside.
     She was in the full, steaming tub with her eyes closed.
She'd washed her face but left on the waterproof mascara and
touched it up, by the looks of it.  Her lips gleamed with one of
the lipsticks we hadn't gotten around to using - a tremendously
bright almost purple color.  Her massive tits floated on the
water, their nipples long and fat, still red from the slaps and
pinches of the long night before.  One red taloned hand was
running a dildo in and out of her cunt.  The other was opening
the valve on the enema bottle.  Her ass muscles were clamped
tight around the oversized nozzle.
     I watched her play with herself for at least five minutes,
until I was sure she was right on the edge of a huge orgasm.  She
was breathing harshly through her whorish lips and slopping water
on the tile floor with the energy of her grinding hips.  I crept
inside.  She didn't know I was there until I was almost in
position.  She must have finally heard me.  Her eyes jerked wide
open and saw me, standing with one foot on either side of the
tub, aiming my swollen cock straight at her face.  I forced a
stream of piss out.  Mostly, it splashed in her wet hair, but
some hit her gasping violet colored mouth.
     She came so violently she was almost paralysed.  The dildo
was rammed in so far only its end stuck out of her.  The nozzle
shot out of her ass and she shit into her bathwater.  My stream
of piss was a jerky yellow jet on her slutty face.  Instead of
gagging and choking and trying to get away like I expected, her
eyes got a crazy look before she closed them to keep my piss out,
but her mouth opened even wider and she started swallowing.
     That's the way our Saturday started.  Neither of us was
through.  Despite the fact that we had to go to a huge family
dinner that evening, for the rest of the afternoon I kept her
fully painted and totally fucked.  I was so out of control that
it took a huge effort not to make her go to dinner in her sleazy
whore's dress and makeup.  I was positive she'd have done it.
She was even further gone than I was.
     I compromised with my lust.  I screwed her loose, shit-free
asshole while I made her clean her face and take off her slutty
fingernails.  But, after she sucked me off in the shower, I told
her to shave her cunt.
     She licked my cum off her pale lips and looked up at me in
shock, but went right to work with her razor.  The sight of her
naked pussy hanging open and drooling her fluids was almost too
much for both of us.  I managed to keep my hands off her, and
make her hands stay away from her hot slit, too.
     I led her to the bedroom and told her to stand perfectly
still.  I stretched the sexiest of the new bra and panty sets, a
lacy, tiny pair of scraps of red, on her.  Her tits were almost
totally naked.  Her ass *was* bare, except for the thin string
running up the deep crack between her cheeks.  After wrapping the
garter belt around her waist, I made her sit while I rolled
seamed black hose up her legs.  She was getting the bed wet, she
was so excited.
     Next, I spread a coat of the KY jelly I'd bought on her
sagging, unpainted mouth.  She watched me with haunted eyes and
licked the ass-lube as I dropped the tube in her purse.  The
smallest of the dildos barely fit in her handbag beside it.  I
warned her again not to move and I went into the bathroom.  I
came back with the lipstick she seemed to like the best, a red so
deep it was almost black.  My hands shook when I blotted her
exposed, irritated cunt lips dry and painted them.  She had
another orgasm before I was done, but somehow managed to sit
pretty still.  Unable to make myself stop with that, I stretched
the bra enough so I could use the color on her bullet-like
nipples, too.  I slipped the lipstick into her purse, then
ordered her to put on the long, plain, loose dress and her old
pair of three inch heels.
     "Hide yourself, whore.  All night, you'll hide how slutty
you really are under these ugly clothes."
     She again tasted the grease on her still swollen, puffy
lips.  "What . . . why do you want me to carry these . . . things
. . . in my purse?"
     "Never mind.  Come on, cunt.  Let's go."
     We both acted a little weird in the fancy restaurant, I
guess.  Our friends and family wrote it off as wedding jitters
and kept reassuring us.  I kept touching Helen's thigh under the
table.  Every time I did, she stared at her food, but swung her
legs apart for me.  While the waiter was taking our plates away,
I whispered to her that I could smell her cunt juice.
     "Lift you skirt, slut, and run a finger in that shaved hole.
I want to watch you lick it off."
     She blushed.  She was scared.  But she did it, and had a
hell of a time controlling her expression.
     "My cock's hard," I whispered.  "But not hard enough.
Before they bring dessert, go the the ladies' room and lube the
dildo and put it up your ass.  Leave it inside and come back."
     She turned to me, and I expected her to refuse.  But her
need was written all over her lovely, plain face.  She whispered
back, "Can I make myself cum?  Please?"
     I shook my head and smiled.  I wondered, as I watched her
excuse herself and hurry away, if she'd be able to resist her
overwhelming urge.  She managed, I guess, because she came back
just a couple of minutes later.  I could tell by her walk and her
face that the fake dick was buried in her guts.  She suddenly
wasn't hungry for her dessert.  Her hands were knotted into fists
as she tried to listen to the table talk.  Her thighs kept
rubbing together in a slow rhythm.
     The dinner went on and on.  She begged me in faint whispers
to help her.  She pleaded with me to get her out of there, to
take her home, that she was going crazy, that she was so hot she
was going to forget where she was and explode, right in public.
I refused every request, made her suffer horribly until after ten
o'clock.
     She bit her lip all the way to the car, whimpering about how
her ass was on fire.  Once we were on the road, I told her to
lift the long dress out from under her and show me her whore's
panties and the stub of the dildo.  The little red triangle
covering her shaven cunt was sopping wet and the end of the fake
dick jumped a little with every heartbeat.  Despite the darkness
she was real scared that somebody'd see her exposing herself on
the interstate.
     "Turn on the interior light," I told her.
     "Ron, please, no."
     "Don't give me any shit!  Turn it on and use the lipstick,
whore!  And I want to be able to see every bit of your legs, all
the way to your sloppy cunt."
     She obeyed, and I was pretty sure she wasn't as reluctant as
she acted.  The way she was bouncing a little, fucking her ass
with the imbedded plastic prick, was a dead give away.
     "Now take it out of your ass and use it in your cunt, slut."
     I let her turn off the light first and made her count her
orgasms out loud, all the way home.  She made it to five, and
forgot all about where she was.  By the time we reached our
apartment, she'd unbuttoned the top half of her loose dress and
was openly fondling her tits, not giving a damn about being seen
or anything but reaching number six.
     "Stop, whore.  Pull it out right now."  I had to slap her
face to get her attention, and she whined her frustration.  "Now
lick it clean.  Then we can go inside and get you sleazy again."
     The rest of Saturday night and all day Sunday was pretty
much a replay of what we'd done Friday.  No matter how far I
pushed her, she never said no, and she never got enough.  Late
Sunday night, she cried for an hour when I made her clean herself
up and put everything away in her biggest suitcase.  Makeup,
clothes, dildos - all of it I locked up in a storage room she
didn't have a key to.
     "From now on, there'll be no more secret fun, Helen.  No
more sneaking around and playing slut without me.  Got it?  No
buying whore's clothes without permission.  No painting yourself
and masurbating - unless I tell you to.  Understand?"
     She wiped tears off her pale cheeks and nodded.  "Yes,
honey.  I understand.  But . . ."
     "But what, love?"
     "Can we . . . I mean . . . how long . . ."
     "You'll never know until I tell you.  It could be tomorrow
or next week or never.  You're *my* cunt, from now on."
     She cuddled up beside me and sighed.  "I love you, Ron.
We're perfect for each other."
     I had to agree.

Acting Out 3
by Tristmegistis

     I have to give Helen credit.  She never once broke her
promise not to act slutty in secret any more.  Maybe that's part
because I was so hooked on the game myself that I never let more
than a month or so pass without silently handing her the key to
the storeroom.  She knew what to do with it.
     And it usually happened more than once a month, to tell the
truth.  It was only the day after I'd locked it all up in the
suitcase that I told her I wanted her to go out and buy the
nastiest lingerie she could find to wear under her chaste white
wedding gown.  She called me at work from the mall sounding
breathless.
     "Oh, honey!  Thank you!  I found just the perfect things!"
Her voice dropped.  "Do you want me to tell you about them or
would you rather wait and see them for yourself?"
     "I'll wait, slut, until after the wedding.  Oh.  There's one
more thing."
     "What?" she wondered expectantly.
     "Did you finger your cunt in the dressing room?"
     I could almost see her blush across the miles.  "No.  You
said -"
     "Well, since you're such a hot fucking bitch, you can do it
before you take it off."
     She sounded choked.  "You're sure it's okay?"
     "I *want* you to, whore.  I want you to stand in front of
the mirror in that little room and fuck yourself with your
fingers until you cum.  Just once.  I want you to be quiet,
though.  No screaming in the mall."
     "Ohhh," she groaned.  "Oh, fuck, Ron!  That's so nasty."
     "You want to, don't you?"
     "Oh, God yes!  But what if I get caught?  What if somebody
walks in on me or there's a security camera or something?"
     I laughed at her.  "You fucking slut.  Don't give me that
shit.  We both know you don't care.  Look at what you did at the
restaurant Saturday night in front of your own mom and dad, and
on the way home.  All you care about is getting fucked.  So go do
it."
     "Okay," she whispered meekly.
     "Oh.  I almost forgot.  I want you to buy some white high
heels, too.  With open toes and about a six inch heel if you
can find it."
     "I will, even if I have to go everywhere in town."
     "Good cunt.  See you tonight."
     She was sitting in the living room when I got home.  Her
hands were clamped between her knees and there were boxes on the
coffee table.
     "Is this what you bought?" I asked.
     She nodded nervously.
     "Good."  I locked it up without peeking.  I smiled at her
when I got back.  "How was it?"
     She smiled back, her embarrassment fading as she told me how
slutty she felt, how hard she came, how much I was going to love
our wedding night.
     It *was* spectacular.  The wedding itself went off without a
hitch and the reception was okay, too, but we were already
thinking about what was coming next and were pretty impatient to
get the formal shit out of the way.  We escaped a little after
eight that evening and lost the handful of cars trying to follow
us to our motel.
     As soon as the last car's headlights vanished around the
corner, I spoke the words I'd been waiting for all night.  "Lift
your dress, cunt.  Let me see your goodies."
     She showed me that she'd been waiting for those words, too.
She made a hell of a show of it, first sliding her hem slowly up
to her knees, then swinging sideways and putting one towering
white high heel right square in my lap.
     It was the first good look I'd gotten of the new fuck-me
pumps and the rose patterned hose.  I rubbed the shoe against my
swelling prick to let her know how much I liked it so far.
     She licked her lips and went on with her tease, slowly
opening the ten-thousand little pearl buttons from her neck down.
Little by little, her deep cleavage came into view.  Finally,
real playfully, she showed me her bra.  It was strapless and snow
white, but really not much more than a pretty platform for her
great tits to sit on.  And already her nipples were swollen.  She
glanced nervously out the car windows like she was scared to be
seen, but I knew part of the rush was just that risk.  It was for
me, too.
     I gently reached over and lightly circled her nipples with
tickling fingers.  She was rubbing her fingertips up and down the
stockings above her knees and starting to breathe deeply.
     "Show me the rest, slut.  Show me your hot cunt."
     It *was* hot!  The white garters were the perfect frame for
her holes.  Her panties were barely a white g-string made of
lace.  Even if she was dry, I could have seen through it and
glimpsed the hairless pussy beneath.  But, wet as she was, it was
almost invisible.  Her big pussy lips were flattened and held a
little open by the tight fit, and her clit was trying to poke
through the lace.
     "Do you like it," she murmured.  "Does it make you want to
fuck me?"
     "Yeah.  Come over here.  Unzip my slacks.  Pull my cock
out."
     She didn't hesitate for an instant.
     "That's it, cunt.  Jack it for me.  Now get it nice and hard
with your mouth."
     Right there in the car, she gave me a fantastic blow job.  I
warned her I didn't want to cum in her mouth until she'd painted
it, so she held herself back and did more kissing and licking
than deep throat.
     We were traveling light.  The only thing we brought with us
was that one special suitcase.  We planned to go back and pack
what we needed for our honeymoon the next day.  I carried her
over the threshold and straight to the motel bed.  She tried to
pull me down on top of her, but I pulled away.
     "Take off the dress, bitch.  Just the dress.  I'll be right
back."
     She was laying there, a vision of beauty, when I got back.
Her fingers were tickling her thighs.  Her breasts were heaving
with expectation.
     I worked the latches on the suitcase and opened it with
tantalizing slowness.  "I bought you a little something special
for tonight, slut.  Your own private wedding dress to go with
what you're wearing."
     I held it up.  What there was of it was white.  Like her
lingerie, there wasn't anything virginal about it.  It was a two
piece outfit.  The skirt was made of tight, stretchy lace and so
short it'd leave her garters showing.  Everything else would be
visible through the gaps.  The top was just like it and would
leave her belly and almost all her tits naked.
     "Put it on, slut-bride."
     She quickly slithered into my gift and posed for me as
sexily as she could - which was hot enough to fry eggs.  It was
hard to believe that this was the virgin I'd met less than a year
before, the one who'd cried when I popped her cherry only six
months ago.  She displayed herself like she'd been showing off
her tits and cunt in slutty clothes all her life.  I double
fucked her with the dildos while she made her face match her
clothes.  By the time she was finished, she'd cum twice and shed
every inhibition she owned.  She looked and acted like the
biggest whore that'd ever lived.
     I made her stand in the middle of the room and lick the
dildo that'd been buried in her ass clean.  I watched her angle
her head up and deep throat the twelve inch rubber prick while
fucking her slick, naked cunt with its slightly littler brother.
     That's when I broke out the camera.  "Wedding pictures," I
told her, filling the room with the flare of the strobe unit.
     Fucking for the camera turned her on even more than doing it
in front of the mirror did.  Her crazed lust surprised even me.
I shot close ups of her hooked red nails guiding a dildo, shining
with her cum, deep into her completely exposed cunt.  She was on
her back on the floor, staring between her legs, her searing red
lips wide with joy.
     "Give me the other one," she gasped.  "I need them both."
     I expected her to use the second one on her ass.  Instead,
she forced it in beside the first, stretching her cunt so wide I
was afraid she was going to rip herself open.  Her screams were
ecstatic, though, not agonized, and I burned a whole roll of film
before she shrieked even louder and came so hard she shook the
floor.
     I gave her a few minutes to recover, helped her onto the
bed, and held her close, petting her sweaty hair.  She nuzzled in
my lap with her eyes closed, her long black lashes brushing her
heavily powdered cheeks, her metallic coated lids shimmering in
the soft light.  Her tender, slick lips nursed on my aching cock
like it was as satisfying as her mother's tit.  She showed no
strain at all as she swallowed my whole ten inches like her
throat was designed to hold a prick.  Her cunt pressed against my
knee and she humped it slowly.  Her lower lips were open, like
she was trying to leg my leg inside her.  Two inch long red nails
lazily dipped in and out of her asshole.
     When I filled her mouth and throat with hot cum, she moaned
and didn't miss a drop as she sucked me dry and had her own
gentle orgasm.
     When I eased out from under her, she sighed and gave me a
loving look, her hands drifting slowly to her gaping slit to
replace my knee.  I fetched her lipstick and powder.  She
repaired her face with luxurious, slow appreciation while I put
the camera on a tripod and focused it.
     She reacted throatily to my frown.  "What's wrong, baby?"
     "I want you to stay right where you are for the next shots
so they stay in focus.  I'm guess I'm going to have to tie you
down."
     "Oh, yes," she groaned, her fingers picking up speed on and
in her widely stretched pussy.  "I like that."
     I told her to stuff a pillow under her beautiful ass and ran
a soft rope under the bed and pulled her knees wide apart.  I
added another loop to keep her narrow waist on the mattress.
"That should be good enough for now," I told her.
     She gave me a theatrical pout with her thick, freshly
painted lips and rocked sensuously to test my knots.  "You're
sure you don't want my hands tied, too?"
     I reassured her with sharp bites to each nipple.  After
rechecking the settings, I got down to business.
     "Spread you pussy for me, whore.  Show me how big and loose
it is.  Look at the camera.  Show me how big a slut you are."
     I tripped the shutter with the release in my left hand,
caught her obscene pose of film.  Then I started playing with her
cunt.  Three fingers fit with no trouble at all.  I sloshed them
around inside her then added my pinky and thumb and snapped a
shot of that, too.  She was hot as a wildfire, wet as a sea.  I
was glad I'd tied her waist down, because she was pushing hard
into my hand.  I fucked it in and out of her, and she was urging
me on in the crudest possible terms all the while.
     Without warning, I forced my knuckles past her resistance.
Very slowly, like she was swallowing it, my whole hand slipped
inside her.  I fired off three quick flashes, freezing her
agonized expression for all time, as I buried myself in her to
the wrist.  She was making garbled, tortured noises and thrashing
her head wildly from side to side.
     Then I started making fucking motions, stretching her
insides as much as her outer lips.  It took only two or three
thrusts before I managed to get in so deep that I bottomed out
against her cervix.  When I touched it, she came.  I felt the
rhythmic contractions of her cunt walls ripple down my forearm,
watched her face change from pain to bliss, felt her wrists wrap
around my elbow and she tried to pull me even deeper.  I got that
on film, too.
     Then, I made a fist of my hand and kept fucking her.  She
was shouting every obscenity she knew, screaming at the top of
her lungs what a cheap, nasty slut she was, how much she loved
what I was doing to her, that she was cumming non-stop now and
never wanted it to end.  I kept pumping her and snapping off
flashes until my arm got tired.  By then, she'd gone incoherent
again, was just making grunts and growls.  When I was through, I
eased out of her and I finished the roll of film on her gaping,
gushing cunt.
     She was bathed in sweat.  She'd chewed her lower lip until
it bled a little.
     "Fix your face, whore."
     She gave me a befuddled look, like I was speaking a foreign
language.  I pointed to her compact and lipstick and repeated
what I'd said.  She finally got the idea and clumsily did her
best.
     I slid my huge erection into her, marvelling at how loose
she was, and stared down at her unevenly made up, slutty face.
Her hands were clawing at my back.  Luckily, I still had my
wedding shirt on or she'd have made ribbons of my skin.  I
slammed into her as hard as I could, telling her how much I loved
her when she was like this, all loose and wet and sleazy.  Her
cunt was slimy with her cum, and it slopped easily past my prick
while I rode her hard.
     It was a long night, and I'm afraid the people in the rooms
to either side of us didn't get much more sleep than we did.
Between her screams and my shouts, we'd have woke up the dead.
Before the night was over, she'd tried on all the slutty stuff we
owned and made herself up more times than I can count.  And that
was only the start of our week long honeymoon.

     Helen and I've been married almost two years now.  On the
outside, we're just as middle-of-the-road as ever.  To look at
us, you'd think we were just an above-average looking couple
still as deeply in love as two people can be.  And we are the
last part.  But behind closed doors, we aren't anything like what
you'd expect.
     It'd been three weeks since we last played our game, and at
a business lunch I saw an sexily dressed dark-haired woman
sitting at the bar.  Instantly, I was filled with a lust so
strong that it was hard to pay attention to the discussion at my
table.  I ran an errand before going back to work.  I called
Helen's office around two in the afternoon.  She answered the
phone in her office manager voice, and I wasted no time on
preliminaries.
     "Be ready at six-thirty, slut."
     I heard her quick gasp.  Her voice shook a little.  "Where's
the key?"
     I always hid it in different places.  I trusted her by now
not to do anything unless I was part of it, but she begged me to
keep where I put it a secret.  "It's in the kitchen, cunt.  Taped
to the bottom of the microwave."
     Her voice dropped, loaded with expectation.  "Any special
requests?"
     "There'll be a package waiting for you at home.  You'll know
what to do."
     Her voice fell to a whisper.  "Cunts like me always do."
     My heart was a triphammer in my chest as I fit my key in the
front door of our new townhouse and swung it open.  She was
sitting on the sofa.  I stopped and stared.
     The new dress I'd bought her was even more spectacular than
I'd hoped.  Its top consisted of a pair of three inch wide silver
ribbons that made an X across her chest, covering nothing but her
nipples and aureoles.  The metallic fabric was so thin it really
didn't hide anything.  Her 37-D tits bulged from both sides.  The
rest of the dress was the same aluminum-foil like material and
fit her like a *very* tight glove.  With her legs crossed over
white hose with snakes crawling up them, the hem was high enough
to expose her garters.  Her mile-long legs ended in her favorite
shoes, a pair of six inch stiletto heels made of what looked
like stainless steel with only a metallic mesh holding them to
her feet.  I'd bought the dress with them in mind, and it'd been
the perfect choice.  With her deep, unlined tan and coal black
hair done up in a wild style, she was stunningly gorgeous.
     The red claws tipping her fingers were so long they hooked
down like talons, making it impossible for her to use her hands
for very much more than gripping dicks.  I watched while she
sensuously raised the one holding the cigarette to her glistening
scarlet lips.  She sucked it slowly, inhaled so deeply that I
wondered if her tits would break free of the thin straps holding
them.  She narrowed her long black lashes against the smoke,
exposing her silver and grey lids, then slowly exhaled a thick
grey plume.
     "I'm so fucking wet I'm staining the couch," she said in the
coarse, husky tone that I loved.  "My ass is already greased and
ready for your cock, baby.  Do you want to fuck me there first,
or somewhere else?"
     I took off my suit coat.  "Put on the video, slut."
     She stood, which was damn near enough to make me rape her.
She made sure I got a good look at her pantiless, hairless,
pouting pussy with the lips painted the color of her mouth.  Her
slow sway across the room to the VCR excited me almost to
delirium.  She bent forward in front of the collection of tapes,
displaying her steel hard ass and looked back at me.  She sucked
more smoke.  "Which one, lover?"
     "The office scene."
     "Oh, fuck, honey," she purred, picking up a cassette and
putting it into the machine.  "We haven't watched that one in a
long time.  You made me do so many fucking nasty things!"
     She pranced back toward where I was on the couch, staring at
the lump under my slacks.  Her tits leapt and jiggled and her
heavy scarlet lips were parted like she was about ready to
swallow my cock.  She curled up beside me, her hand already in my
lap.
     We made the video tape one Sunday when I was positive
nobody'd drop by the plant.  I made her pretend she was my
secretary, a shameless flirt who loved to drive guys crazy by
flaunting her body but who never let anybody touch her sexily
displayed charms.  She wore a short black skirt and a loose white
blouse that let her skimpy black bra show through, and it was
unbuttoned enough to make it easy to see her deep cleavage when
she bent forward.  Her makeup was only slightly trashy.
     The story was that I'd asked her to work one weekend and
gotten sick of her non-stop teasing and exhibitionism.  She had
no clue what I had in mind until I locked the door and pocketed
the key.  When she saw that she was about to get her sexy ass
raped, she begged and pleaded for me to let her go.  When I
caught her, she threatened to go to the cops and tell her
husband.  She fought me for all she was worth, but I slapped her
face and managed to get her hands tied behind her and a penis
shaped gag into her sexy mouth.  I tied her face down to two legs
of my desk with her legs spread wide, lubed her ass and fucked
it.
     By the time I rolled my sexy secretary over onto her back,
she didn't need to be tied or gagged any more.  She loved what
I'd done so much that she wrapped her legs around my waist,
pulled my cock straight into her cunt and my tongue into her
throat.  After that, she sucked me off until I finally shot my
wad all over her face and bared tits.
     Meanwhile in real life Helen had smeared her lipstick up and
down my shaft until she had to have something in her cunt.  She
sat on my prick, facing away from me so we could both watch
ourselves on TV.  She was riding me wildly, squeezing and
pinching her swollen tits, and crudely admiring her performance.
     When that wasn't enough any more, she pulled me onto the
floor and stuck me up her ass.  I handed her a dildo and she went
crazy fucking her cunt with it - still watching the screen, still
calling herself every whorish name she knew.  I guess she'd been
cumming pretty much since she swallowed my rod.  She claimed that
once she started it was almost impossible to stop, and I had good
cause to believe her.
     After I blew my cum up her ass, I took a break while she
used a second fake dick to replace mine.  I'd bought her several
more to accommodate her enlarging holes.  The one filling her ass
was about as fat as a beer can and three times as long.  She
reamed her shit hole with it until she lost control of her
muscles and just kind of wiggled on the floor, her eyes wide and
blind, her mouth making loud grunting noises.  Little by little
she calmed down.  She weakly begged me to help her up.
     After she caught her breath, the first thing she did was fix
her face, of course.  She hated being smeared and sweaty, unless
her face was covered with my cum.  Then, she liked to rub it in
and let it dry on her skin until I ordered her to clean up.
     When she was refueled - which didn't take long - she sucked
another cigarette to life and cradled my re-awakening cock in her
hand and thanked me for making her play whore again.
     I turned sideways on the couch and she laid down between my
legs, face up, with her head on my chest.  I felt up her tits
until she almost forgot about the cigarette in her hand.  Then I
gave her my next surprise.  Her slutty silvered eyelids jerked
open when the nipple clamp gripped her swollen bud.  She yelped
and looked down at it in surprise.  She made no move to stop me
when I attached the second one.  She just held her breath and let
it all out in a long, low moan.
     "God, they're beautiful," she whispered.  "They're setting
my whole tits on fire."  She drew raggedly on the cigarette and
put it out.  Her whole body slowly started jerking again.
     "Oh, fuck, Ron.  Look at my cunt.  I'm cumming.  I'm
squirting juice on my thighs.  I'm soaking my garters and
stockings.  Look at your sleazy whore cum, baby.  I'm so fucking
twisted, so fucking depraved.  It just keeps getting better and
better."  She couldn't talk any more after she started pinching
her clit between her long sharp fingernails.
     Getting her attention was hard.  But, when I finally did,
she knew right away what the third clamp was for.  In no more
than two seconds, its jaws were clipped to her clit, and I was
having trouble holding her on the couch.
     I bit her ear, then spoke into it.  "Just wait, slut, until
I take a big needle and pierce your cunt lips and nipples, until
you wear rings in them every day, all day, wherever you go.  Just
wait until I make you keep your cunt lips painted all the time
and your nipples rouged and a butt plug planted in your sleazy
asshole.
     "YES!!" she screamed, and began the orgasm to end all
orgasms.  Where it took her I'll never know.  But I *do* know
I'll follow through on my promises.  Who knows what'll come after
that?