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Subject: {ASSM} bridge pt1, Fm,Ff Mm BD, Spanking, Oral Anal
Date: Wed,  5 Feb 2003 22:10:04 -0500
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DISCLAIMER: this story is for those mature enough in their own
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Bridge Game: Part 1 of 2
Fdom, Forced Oral, Anal, Bondage, Spanking,
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Comments welcome to surya_14@hotmail.com
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It all started out when my wife's Saturday bridge club
was one person short one day. As the afternoon wore on,
the taking of tricks turned to a discussion of what
the expression "turning tricks" derived from, and then
an agreement that whoever took the most tricks could
tell the dummy or any one else, to perform a trick.

At first this was fetching more drinks, but when I won,
I told Quentin, a slim blonde, that I wanted to see
her tits. She blushed bright red for a moment, and
then calmly took her blouse and bra off. I was
surprised to find she had a small ring in one
nipple.  On the next hand I spent more time
watching the nipple ring than playing, and
my wife took the most tricks. She told me to
take my shirt off, and then got a clothes pin
from the laundry, and put it on one nipple, "to
match Quentie" she said, who hadn't bothered to
put any thing back on.

It hurt like the dickens for a short time. ,
Quentin must of noticed me wince, because she
stared me in the eyes, and took another one and
put it on her "bare" nipple.

As luck would have it, she won the next round.
She reached up took my hand and put it on her
clothes pin and grabbed mine. She said,
"If you can't take it like a man, you will "turn
tricks" for all of us. Now Pull". I pulled her
clothespin off  with a sudden yank, hoping to
get a response. Her eyes widened a little, but
that was it

Now it was her turn. She pulled the clothes pin
slowly, sliding the tip over the most sensitive
part of the nipple a little at a time. Just
before it came loose, I let out a little gasp,
as the pain became intense, and the blood started
flowing back in. The girls unanimously decided I had lost

Quentin gave the first trick to my wife.   My wife
had always been paranoid about having sex where
any one could see, so it surprised me when she
lifted her skirt, sat on the couch  and said "eat
me slut"  Quentin slapped my ass and said "Do it".
  In no time I was face deep in pussy. When my
wife started to tense up, some one grabbed my
hair and started pushing my face harder into her
crotch, that sent her over the edge, and had me
hard as a rock..

Then Quentin decided it was Joan's turn. She
wanted to sit on my face. I was placed on our
picnic bench face up and she started squatting
over me. Dancing her clit just over my tongue,
and then sliding up until my nose was buried in
her cunt. She kept on doing this, occasionally
raising up. At one point where I was trying to
get her off, she raised up, and I reached for
her with my hands, Quentin slapped my cock, and
said "no hands, you whore". She whispered
something to my wife, and in a few seconds I
felt my hands being tied under the bench.  At
a bout that  time Joan stood up and turned around,
facing my crotch, and started grinding her crotch
down on my tongue. She started shuddering and then
slid even further down, until her anus passed over
my nose, and stopped in front of my lips. In the
lowest voice I have ever heard her use, she grabbed
my balls started squeezing and said, "Fuck me with
that tongue." When I started to try to move my
tongue  towards her cunt, the sharp tug on my balls
gave me no doubt where she meant. I started
licking around it. But the sharp application
of fingernails convinced me I had no choice, and
I started pressing my tongue into her asshole
That was all it took for her to go over the edge,
I felt the ring of muscles in her ass and pussy
contracting in rhythmic waves while she ground
her ass into my face..

When I tried to get up, I found out that the
girls had also tied my feet to the bench.
Quentin came over, and said. "Want a little
relief?". "Yes" was all I could say.

She smiled, and said, "OK we are going to play
a game,  If you come before I tell you to, you
loose,  ----and if you come in my mouth, I'll
pierce one of your nipples and put this ring in,"
she said, pointing to one ear ring she was wearing,
"and then rip it out" I got the impression she
was serious.

She then started teasing me with feather light touches,
on my nipples, and then moving down to my crotch,
going up and down my cock with her fingers, some
times tickling my balls, occasionally  just lightly
scratching at my ass hole

After just a few minutes of this  I was arching my
back, trying to get just a little more pressure
out of her fingers. She stopped for a second and
then sucked my whole cock down her throat, and
slowly  drew back, whipping her tongue back and
forth as she drew back. After a few repeats of
this, I was ready to come, in her mouth, out of
her mouth , I didn't care. Then abruptly she
stopped, and started the same process over, starting
with my nipples. I was ready to scream. After
a few more minutes I was starting to groan.

Then Quentin started whispering in my ears,
"what will you do, to come??  I replied
"any thing,....anything"

".Beg me" she said, "beg to be my slave."
I quickly complied, but she said "I don't believe you."
I started begging harder.
" Beg me to whip you" she said .
I replied with "Please whip me, Please".
Why " she said, "Because you want to" I replied,
surprising me, but it brought a smile to her face.
She pulled the belt out of her jeans, It was a
narrow 1/2 inch one, and I knew this was going
to hurt.

She knelt beside me, as I lay tied to the bench,
and raised her belt with one hand, and started
teasing my cock again with the other. And then
suddenly, there was a burning pain across my chest
just below my nipples as I heard the slap of
the belt, and it felt like my cock had been
plugged in to an electric outlet, as she trailed
her fingernails up the length. Again, an sudden
pain, followed by the  electric thrill.
She continued, missing my nipples, but not by much,
until there were a series of red lines above and
below them  on my chest. By this point I was
alternately afraid she would stop and afraid she
wouldn't. At on point she stopped, untied my legs,
and then tied them to the same hook that was
holding a hanging plant.  This left me in a
sort of L shape, with my legs almost straight up.

"What will you do for me?" she asked.
Any thing" I replied.

"Will you be our slut for the rest of the night"
she asked "Will you  have oral sex with any one
in the room? Will you have anal sex with any of
us in the room?"  This was sounding better and
better to me, I replied " yes, yes and yes.".

Good, she said, "now beg me to fuck you, slut"
"Fuck me, please, PLEASE, let your slut fuck you"

"Poor boy, he doesn't quite get it yet" she said
to Joan. , and handed her the belt.  Quentin
walked out of my line of sight, as Joan expertly
laid the belt first on one nipple, and then the other.

Despite the intense pain, my cock jumped to attention,
expecting more of Quentin's light attention to follow.
What followed instead, were 10 or so quick burning slaps
with the belt on my now accessible ass. It felt like
a welding torch.

Then Quentin stepped back into view between my legs
and straddled the end of the bench, just behind my
ass. As she sat, I saw she had strapped on a dildo.
She then said "I told you to beg me to fuck YOU,
and that's exactly what's going to happen, this is
just a little one for starters." With that she
started lightly pressing the dildo against my asshole,
which immediately started tightening up. This was
not what I thought I had agreed to.  When Joan
started whipping my tits again lightly, and Quentin
started teasing my cock, my body betrayed me, as
my ass hole started contracting and loosening on its
own. In no time she was pumping back and forth in
time with Joan, now merely tapping the belt,
alternately on my nipples and cock, which sent
electric shocks from my chest to my balls.

A short time later, my cock erupted , splattering my
stomach and chest.  At about the same time Quentin
started slamming the dildo into me with abandon, and
finally came as she slammed into me and almost
started vibrating with her quick jerks forward and back.

After she pulled out, my wife walked over,  and
started scooping up my cum with her fingers.
Saying "Lets see how you like this Slut, you've
always wanted me to swallow, now it's your turn."
And held her fingers over my mouth. Naturally I
closed my mouth, and started to turn my head.
That's when Joan laid a couple of good whacks on
my ass, as my mouth opened in a scream, my wife
dropped the load into it.

My wife said "stick that tongue out, and leave it
out", and twisted on my nipple  until I did. She
slowly scooped as much cum up off of my gut as she
could, letting it slowly drip off of her fingers,
into my mouth and on my lips, letting the bitter
fluid collect on my tongue. Finally she said "Swallow"
and pulled on the nipple some more. I did as I was
told, but couldn't get the taste out of my mouth.


The girls then lowered my legs, and tied them to the
bench again.  Joan said, "You were disobedient, slut!"
  She asked my wife what my punishment should be, she
replied " Lets shave his crotch"  she answered.

A few minutes later, I was as hairless from the neck
down as I could get. They shaved chest, armpits,
balls and every thing down to my toes.  With all
the attention my dick got from them, It started to
get hard again.

Joan then said, he deserves a good paddling for
being disobedient to me as well. " I disagreed,
but was soon untied, and then bent over the back
of an easy chair, with my hands on the seat, and
my ankles  tied to the back legs.  Joan brought
out a ping pong paddle, and said " I think 20 strokes,
and If you move, we start over". The first few of
strokes were fairly light, but they stung on the welts
from the belt. Then one was especially hard and I
jerked upright and grabbed my ass with my hands. My
wife pushed me back over the chair, While Joan
looped a rope around my neck, ran it under the chair,
and tied it off to my balls. If I tried to stand up
again, I would yank my balls off!

She then started again, and then started having me say
after each stroke " Thank you, I wanted you to do this
to me" If she did not think it sounded like I meant it,
that stroke didn't count. I must have had fifty by the
time she was done, and with my cock being rubbed
slightly against the chair with each stroke, I was
some where between begging to stop, and not wanting to.

Some one started rubbing my ass with lotion, which
helped the pain, and then started pressing something
else into my ass. My ass hole started to stretch, as
Quentin said "The first one was little, this one ought
to open you up enough for the next treat: With a little
jolt of pain, the first part popped into my ass.
The next section immediately started stretching even
more against my anus, and then again it further popped
into my ass. The final section was pressed painfully
against my strained anus but would not seem to go in.
It felt like it was a series of three balls, each one
larger than the last, on a stick. She started pumping
the first two sections in and out, and after I got used
to it, the sensation started to stiffen my dick.
Quentin helped this along by teasing me with her
finger nails. Then she pushed harder on one stroke,
and there was a searing pain, and abruptly she
stopped, leaving the butt plug all the way in.

She came around to the front of the chair, and asked
me " do you remember saying you would have oral or
anal sex with any one here?" "Yes " I replied
"Do you still want to? " she asked.

Thinking we were about to get to some serious fucking,
I said "yes" . She looked over my shoulder to the
kitchen, and said  "OK girls get in here, "Joan and
my Wife walked in with camcorder.  Joan said "We
got all of that on tape"

"Good" Quentin said, and then looked into the kitchen,
and said "OK boys, he's yours."  I started to jerk up,
forgetting about the rope behind my neck, and damn near
tore my balls off, as Nick, Joan's husband,  and Tom,
Quentin boyfriend walked into my line of sight, both
naked and sporting hardons. The saliva still glistening
  on them gave me a clue about what the girls had been
up to in the kitchen.

Nick stepped  up in front of me and grabbed my hair,
and Tom stepped behind me, but that, and the rest of
the weekend, is another story.
(see part 2)


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