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Subject: {ASSM} Suzanne by Shooter (wife m+ ir gangrape)
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Suzanne

by shooter3704 (C)





I knew when the telephone rang who it was. It was twenty after ten in the 
morning. I had made myself a promise I wouldn't talk to him again, however 
my feet apparently didn't remember my resolution. I moved toward the ringing 
phone as if propelled by some strange force.

"Hello," I said into the receiver.

"Hey, where have you been hiding?" the oh so familiar voice asked.

"I'm not hiding," I answered. "Been busy for a while."

"Really?" he said. "Well get un-busy and get your ass over here. I need a 
blowjob"

"Charles, I don't think."

"I'm already hard, just thinkin' 'bout your lips on my black cock. I'm 
waitin', cunt. Get here!" He hung up the phone. Charles O'Dell had called 
his slave to come forth.

'I'm not going', I said to myself over and over again as I changed my 
clothes. 'Who does he think I am, to be ordered around?'

My name is Suzanne Collins. Wife to Tim Collins and mother to Tim, junior. I 
am a college graduate, and while not presently working outside the home, 
have held gainful employment. I am not someone normally ordered about, so 
why was I changing my clothes to meet Charles O'Dell? It a complicated 
story. ***

Tim and I have always enjoyed a very active and, for the most part, a 
satisfying sex life. We do most of the normal things married couples do. 
Light bondage, fantasying, and role playing. Role playing is a fairly new 
addition to our inventory of fun and games.

One role playing game is where I am a prostitute and Tim is my customer or 
Tim. I'm not completely sure how that game got out of the bedroom and 
into.well, out into the public.

I think it was when Tim and I were out one night. We had gone out to eat and 
ended up at a bar. I was returning from the restroom when a couple of guys 
hit on me. I was seriously flattered. After all, it's not every thirty-five 
year old woman that gets hit on by young men. I take a lot of pride in 
staying in shape. I work-out at least two times a week, and I watch my diet. 
I'm happy that my thirty-six C breasts don't sag very much. I've realized 
since high school that my green eyes were the second thing that seemed to 
get the guys attention. I keep my auburn hair fairly short.

Our sixteen year old son was attending military school located a few hours 
drive away. I was not ready for Timmy to leave home, but my husband insisted 
that Timmy go to the same prep school he had gone to. Timmy was willing to 
attend, if not overly excited about it. After the first month, Timmy got 
excited about his new life, and we only saw him on weekends, holidays and 
summer vacation. The strict, regimented life at military school seemed to 
agree with Timmy who had somehow picked up the name "Stud". I didn't know 
how he got the nickname, nor did I inquire.

"You won't believe what just happened," I said to my husband when I got back 
to our table. "Two young men tried to pick me up."

"Why wouldn't I believe it?" Tim asked with a grin. "You look ten years 
younger than you actually are, and you have a killer body. What's not to 
believe? Hell, Honey, if you dressed a bit more provocative, I'd have to 
beat the guys off with a stick."

"Are you serious?" I asked. "You actually want me to dress like a slut?"

"Conservative slut," he said with an evil grin.

The very next day Tim took me shopping and bought a lot of new and daring 
clothes for me. Things I would have never bought for myself. When we went 
out, which was more often then previously, he insisted that I dress 
titillating. I'm not going to lie, I did like the new sensuous me. Over the 
next four or five weeks my attire went from sensuous to just plan raunchy. 
Because of our standing in the community we traveled far a field when I 
consented to wear the more daring outfits.

One Saturday afternoon we were on our way home from visiting Timmy at 
school. We stopped for gas in a small town called Grayville. Tim spied a 
combination bar and strip club across the road from the gas station. He 
asked me to change into one of my newer outfits. I laughed and told him I 
didn't bring anything like that with me. To my surprise he had. After a few 
minutes argument, I went into the restroom and changed. I had to run back to 
the car to keep anyone from seeing me. Tim had packed the raunchiest of the 
raunchy clothes. Small tight shorts that nearly exposed the cheeks of my 
butt with a cut-off tee-shirt that just barely covered my breasts. I 
incorrectly assumed we were going to flash truckers, which we had done on 
several occasions. Tim had even installed a CB radio so that he could listen 
to the crude comments the truck drivers made about me. I was shocked when he 
drove across the highway and pulled in front of the dingy place.

"I'm not going in there," I said. "You have to be out of your mind."

"Come on, Suzanne," he insisted. "It will be fun. You go in first and I'll 
follow. I'll find you and buy you a drink. Everybody will think I'm picking 
you up."

It did sound like it might be fun, so I relented and went in the place. The 
man at the door waved me in telling me that there would be no cover charge 
because I was an unescorted female. Later Tim had to pay ten dollars to get 
in. I couldn't see the attraction unless it was the teenager trying to dance 
on the postage stamp size stage. She had boobs about the size of a couple of 
chicken eggs.

I went to the bar and ordered a drink while waiting on my pick-up to arrive. 
I had no more than got sat down when A guy appeared at my shoulder with an 
offer to buy my drink for me. Thinking this fool wanted to be soon parted 
from his money, I let him buy the drink.

"So how you doin'?" the guy asked me. I told him I was fine. "So what's a 
gorgeous gal like yourself doing here?" The poor sap needed to work on his 
lines.a lot.

"I thought it might be a nice place to have a drink," I answered him.

"I'm James. I thought you might be a dancer, just waitin' her turn on 
stage." Okay, his line was improving considerably. "Maybe you're here to 
audition for a job?"

"No," I answered unable to keep my face straight. "I'm a little old for 
that, don't you think?"

"Naw, you're just right. Just a couple weeks ago a woman 'bout your age won 
the armature night contest. Took home a bunch of cash."

"And how old would you think I am?" I asked. I saw Tim come in and take a 
seat at a table in front of the stage where the girl was trying her best to 
shake her pitifully small boobs.

"I'd say about twenty two or three," he said. I couldn't detect any trace of 
deviousness in his look. He didn't seem to be the type to be able to hide 
his guile. I was admittedly flattered by the reduction of over ten years. I 
finished the drink and looked around for Tim, wondering when he was going to 
make his move. James was joined by another man who insisted that he buy my 
next drink. His name was Art. Another fool wanted to spend his money, so I 
let Art buy the next one. Art and James apparently knew one another and they 
were trying hard to impress me. I'm not sure about the time frame. I think 
we had been in the place for about an hour. Tim seemed to be occupied by one 
of the dancers, soliciting high priced drinks.

Art noticed him first and cleared his throat to get James attention. He was 
a large black man standing behind James.

"You boys need to be somewhere else," the man said in a deep voice. 
Apparently James and Art thought so, too. They left quickly and the man sat 
down beside me.

"I'm Charles O'Dell," the man said. "Who are you?"

"I'm." I though about making up a name, but discarded the idea as no one 
knew me in that burg. "I'm Suzanne," I said.

"You a dancer, Suzanne?" he asked. I told him that I wasn't a dancer. "You 
should be," he said looking at me carefully, his eyes coming to rest on my 
nearly exposed breasts. "Nice body. Nice rack, too." I managed to stammer a 
thanks, and searched the dark room for Tim. He was watching me with a big 
grin on his face. He nodded at me.

"I don't have enough rhythm to be a dancer," I said.

"Nothing to it," Charles O'Dell said. "Pick a slow song, close your eyes and 
move with the music while taking your clothes off. I think you should enter 
the contest tonight. Might win five hundred bucks."

"No thanks," I said with a nervous laugh. "I'll just watch."

"Okay, but if you change your mind let me know. I own this place." He got up 
from the bar stool. "Come on I want to show you around."

I couldn't think of a reason not to. At least I didn't think fast enough. I 
slid off the stool and followed him. We walked right passed Tim who watched 
us, still grinning like a fool.

"This is the dressing room," Charles said not bothering to knock. There were 
three or four women in various stages of undress. "We got a lot of costumes 
you could wear if you decide you want to give it a try. Hello ladies," he 
said to the women. "This is Suzanne. She's trying to make up her mind if to 
dance or not."

None of the women looked over eighteen, except for one. She looked to be in 
her late twenties. She was the only one of them who had much of a figure.

"Back here," Charles said, taking my hand and leading me. "is my office and 
play room." The room consisted of a desk, a couple of worn chairs, an even 
more worn couch, and a bed.

Before I knew what was happening, I was in his embrace and he was kissing me 
while feeling my breasts. I'm sure I struggled, but it did no good. He 
continued to hold me and fondle me. If I did struggle, I soon gave up, and 
enjoyed what he was doing to me. I spread my legs so that he could also 
fondle my pussy. It wasn't something I thought about. I just did it. He had 
a couple of fingers inside the cuff of my shorts and was creating magic with 
me. I don't know how long he did it, or what would have happened if someone 
had not called out there was a fight in the club. He abruptly left me and 
hurried out of the office. I was nearly running when I went by Tim, telling 
him to come on.

We talked about what had happened on the way home, and for several days 
after that. Tim would almost immediately get aroused when we talked about 
it. I spent many hours fantasizing about what Charles O'Dell had done to me, 
also. I find it difficult to describe Charles O'Dell. As I said he's big. 
Six feet two or three, I guess. Probably near three hundred pounds. His head 
is completely shaved and his face, while not handsome by any stretch, is 
rather attractive, except for the long jagged scar down one cheek. He has 
large hand and very large fingers. I certainly did remember the fingers and 
what they did to me.

"Are we going to visit Timmy this weekend?" Tim asked me.

"Yes, but just Saturday morning. He has some function to attend the rest of 
the weekend," I answered. We were getting ready for bed.

"Think we need to check out O'Dell's place on the way back?"

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"I don't think he the type of man to take no for an answer. We lucked out 
last time, but we can't count on luck every time."

"Okay," Tim said. He was laying on the bed stroking his dick and smiling at 
me. "Don't say no, and you won't have a problem."

"Yeah right." I said joining him on the bed. I took his dick away from him 
and replaced his hand with my mouth. I've learned to watch for the small 
indications that he's about to come. When Tim is thinking about me, the 
prostitute, or me with another man he has a hair trigger. When I felt him 
tense up I took my mouth off of him. "It's just a fantasy isn't it, Tim?"

"What?"

"Me with another man. It's just something you fantasize about. You wouldn't 
really want it to happen would you?" He didn't answer for a few moments. 
When he did it surprised me.

"Sue," he said seriously. "What I want most in the world, is to hold your 
legs open and have a big dude shove his cock in you and fuck the hell out of 
you. I want to see your pussy crammed full of hard cock. I want to hear you 
scream out for him to fuck you."

That shut me up. We fooled around a while longer and Tim mounted me, gave a 
few hard thrusts and came. He realized that I hadn't got much satisfaction 
so he fingered me to a climax. It wasn't earth shaking, but it was better 
than being left high and dry. That was on Wednesday night.

Tim did much better on Thursday night. He was able to bring me to two nice 
climaxes. Friday night Tim was back on his latest favorite topic.

"I guess you better pack a change for tomorrow," he said casually. "Maybe 
that hot pink skirt and little white top."

"Tim, I'm not sure about us stopping at that joint. I don't think it's a 
very good idea."

"I have a plan. This time we'll go in together. Maybe if he sees you with 
your husband, it will cool things down some." I didn't say anything, but I 
was pretty sure nothing could cool Charles O'Dell down once he got started. 
He just didn't strike me as a cool man.

"Another thing," Tim said. "Why don't you enter the dance contest. You're 
ten times better looking than what I saw the last time we were there. 
Wouldn't you like to have five hundred bucks to spend on anything your heart 
desires?" That was pretty funny. Tim makes a lot of money at his own 
business. I have anything my heart desires anyway. However, I did like the 
idea of winning, because I've always been competitive.

Even though we didn't plan on being away over night, I always pack a small 
case with a couple of changes and my toilet items. I've found it always pays 
to plan on the unexpected. I held the small top and the skirt in my hand 
several moments before I put it in the case. I'm honest enough with myself 
to admit that I had a good time at O'Dell's when we were there. There was an 
exciting sense of adventure, or maybe it was flirting with unknown danger. 
When Tim got an idea in his head he was difficult to dissuade. ***

I had not paid that much attention to the people in O'Dell's place the 
previous time, but from what I remembered, it looked like the same people. 
The same lifeless girl trying to dance, and the same bored looking 
bartender. The disk jockey looked stoned. We arrived much later then before, 
so there were more patrons. Some looked like they just came out of the hay 
field, and some were in business suits. There were a scattering of women 
customers in the place. From the fragmented conversations I could hear, some 
of them were there for the dance contest. Covertly I checked them out. 
Unless one or more of them were hotshot dancers, I didn't have much to worry 
about. It was at that moment I realized I had decided to enter the contest. 
Now I looked closer at the male patrons. These were the men I would be 
stripping my clothes off for. These were the voters who would decide if I 
won or if I lost.

"I thought you were gone out of my life forever," a voice said. I looked up 
to see Charles O'Dell standing by our table. After stammering a time or two, 
I managed to introduce Tim to Charles. From the amused look on the big black 
man's face, I had overstressed the term husband. Charles and Tim shook hands 
and looked each other over. For a moment I thought they would have a pissing 
contest right there. "You going to dance for me tonight?" O'Dell asked me.

"I might," I answered, aware that Tim's head snapped around to look at me. 
"What exactly do I win?"

"If you win," Charles said with a crooked smile. "First prize is five 
hundred dollars and a job here anytime you want it. Second prize is two 
hundred-fifty and a job. Third prize is a hundred and."

"A job," I finished for him. We all laughed. "What are the rules?" I asked.

"Not many. "You can't take all your clothes off. You have to leave something 
on. That's the law. You do two dances. First dance is a teaser. Second dance 
you strip down and let the boys have a look. Then we bring all contestants 
back and the audience votes by applause."

"No applause meter?" Tim inquired.

"Nope, I make the call, and nobody has objected so far. Don't figure they 
will. You come on back and pick your dance costume." Charles said to me. 
"They'll get picked over pretty quick."

"So what's the story?" Charles said to me when we reached the dressing room.

"I don't understand. What story?"

"Your hubby," Charles said. "He's going to let you dance nearly naked?"

"It is his idea," I answered.

"I see," Charles said slowly. "Pick that red one. It'll look good on you." 
The red outfit consisted of two bras and two panties. One smaller then the 
other. The object, Charles explained, was to slowly take off the top bra and 
then the top panties during the first dance. I would take the second bra off 
during the second dance.

"Don't get in too big of a hurry during the second dance." Charles told me. 
"Take your time showing them your tits. It's too bad that Wanda is here 
tonight. She a crowd favorite, and she brings her own dance costume. She'll 
show as much of her ass and pussy as the law allows. They like that. Hell, 
second place ain't too shabby, Suzanne. You'll blow the other girls away."

While I was changing, I got a good look at Wanda. A tall, nearly six footer, 
with flaming red hair. She was a freaking Amazon. One other girl looked like 
she may be some completion until I saw her boobs. Fake as a three dollar 
bill. They didn't even move when she did a couple practice jumps. By luck of 
the draw, I was the last dancer. By the time it came my turn, I was a 
nervous wreck. My stomach was doing flip flops and my mouth was as dry as 
chips.

Charles asked me what I wanted for music and I told him I didn't care as 
long as it wasn't rap or too fast. He said he would pick out something for 
me. I had several drinks as I waited for my turn, but they weren't having a 
settling effect on me. He said to me, "Just go with the flow."

I managed to get through the first dance without falling or making a fool 
out of myself. I was very aware that the applause I got wasn't anywhere as 
large as some of the others. I watched the last dance from the wings, while 
gulping down a whiskey and coke.

Wanda was up, and I'll have to admit she was good. She had a lot of sensuous 
movement and the crotch of her costume was only held together by a few wispy 
threads. The bitch was going to win because she was showing her shaved 
pussy. I hurried back to the dressing and grabbed a pair of scissors.

The music Charles selected was a deep throbbing bass drum with some other 
drums of some sort. Over the speakers I could fee the vibrations of the 
music as I began my final dance. I closed my eyes and just let the music 
guide me. At what I judged to be the half way point I took the bra off in a 
slow teasing fashion. When it was completely off and my boobs were swaying 
and bouncing with the pounding drums I did a squat, my legs spread wide. As 
I expected the material in the crotch split and my pussy was completely 
exposed to the leering, lustful gaze of the audience. The applause was 
thunderous. 'Take that Wanda', I thought.

After my dance we were all brought back and the judging began. I won! I was 
presented a giant sized check for five hundred dollars and a certificate 
that stated that I was a dancer extraordinary. I spotted Tim, waving and 
shouting with the others, when Charles held his hand over my head.

"Take a stroll through the crowd," Charles said. "You'll pick up a few bucks 
in tips."

"Bare-breasted? In this?" I asked. I was still wearing the abbreviated 
panties.

"Sure. Let the boys see you up-close and personal." Up-close and personal 
indeed. I was touched and groped my every male hand in the place. A couple 
of women felt obligated to touch my breasts, also. One forward fellow 
managed to get a finger in my pussy. By the time I made the circuit I was 
smoking hot. Tim and John were waiting by the office. I had a fist full of 
singles and a few five dollar bills.

"Wow!" I said reaching them. "That was something." Tim was literally 
beaming.

"Come on in the office," Charles said with a grin. "I'll get you a real 
check."

"Shouldn't I change first?"

"Naw, Me and ol' Tim like to look. Don't we Tim?"

"We sure do!" Tim said enthusiastically. "Honey, you were really hot up 
there on that stage. I'd bet a thousand bucks you wouldn't have done it."

I noticed that when Charles O'Dell closed the door, he locked it. He turned 
to me and reached out and pulled me to him.

"You are one hot Momma," he said, feeling a breast. "How hot are you?"

"Very," I managed to say. "We need to hurry home, Tim."

"No you don't," Charles said running a large finger up my moist slit. "I 
have exactly what you are looking for." He pulled my hand to his crotch. 
"Tim and I are going to fuck you right here and right now." He pulled me up 
close to him. I couldn't believe what I felt in his pants could be real. How 
wrong I was. When he released his manhood, I nearly fainted. It was 
monstrous! I didn't want to touch it, yet I wouldn't let it go as Charles 
pushed me toward the bed. I looked at Tim, who was smiling at me.

"Go for it," Tim said softly. "Go with the flow." Those were the words that 
Charles used before I started dancing. Since I had snipped the crotch out of 
the panties there was not a lot standing between me and Charles. Charles 
handed me over to Tim who pulled the panties up around my waist. Charles was 
busy removing his clothes. His dick looked even larger not sticking out of 
his fly. Tim gently pushed me back until I had to lay down on the bed. He 
climbed up on the bed and held my legs open as Charles advanced. It was 
going to happen. I was going to have sex with a black man while my husband 
watched and helped him.

Tim lifted my legs, raising my butt off the bed. Charles O'Dell was 
perfectly lined up and he pushed the head of his penis in and lunged forward 
shoving all his massive dick in me. I screamed. It wasn't all pain, though 
there was a little bit. It was mostly shock. He completely filled me. It was 
a good thing that the groping and fondling I received had got me well 
luberacated.

Charles let his dick rest in me for a few moments before he started humping 
me. With my mouth and eyes wide open, I looked up to see Tim looking down as 
the big black man thrust in and out of me. I had an almost immediate orgasm 
which was followed by another and another. Charles kept up his action for 
nearly twenty minutes before he shot a load of come in me. When Charles 
withdrew from me, Tim took his turn. Tim didn't last very long. but it was 
long enough for Charles to recover.

Charles rolled me over onto my knees and took me from behind. He lasted 
longer the second time, giving me a mind shattering series of climaxes. 
While Charles was screwing me doggy fashion, Tim got in front of me and 
presented his dick. I sucked him until he came in my mouth, and I swallowed 
his come which was unusual for me.

Charles and Tim made love to me.no that's not right. They fucked me for 
nearly three hours without a break. Charles did most of the fucking, but Tim 
held up pretty well. It was midnight when Tim and I left the strip club. I 
was five hundred dollars richer and totally sexually satisfied. More so than 
I ever had been. It was on the way home that Tim told me that I had been set 
up.

"Sort of," he said. "I called O'Dell a couple of days ago. We had a nice 
talk and I told him if you danced we would put a full court press on you. He 
was totally in agreement with the deal. You aren't pissed are you?"

"Ah Tim," I said leaning my head back and closing my eyes. "I'm not sure. 
I'll have to get back to you on that." It hard to be angry when your 
pussy.your whole body is tingling. ***

If I had been mad at Tim, I got over it pretty quickly. Charles came to our 
house the following afternoon and he and Tim did me again. It was a couple 
of weeks later, on a Tuesday, that Charles just showed up at my front door.

"Got to thinkin' 'bout you Sue," he said. "Got a hard on that won't go away. 
What do you think?" I thought that we should do something about it, but I 
wasn't comfortable with just Charles by himself so I called Tim at work.

"Hell, woman," Tim said with a laugh. "Give the man some pussy." So I did 
give the man some pussy. He took some ass while he was at it.

That seemed to set a pattern. Every couple of days or so Charles would just 
show up. I got so I yearned for his big cock and looked forward to his 
arrival. It go so bad that I always waited until later in the day to go 
shopping or run errands. I was afraid I would miss him.

Things got a bit out of kilter during the summer months when Timmy was home 
from school. That was when I started going to see Charles at his place. 
Charles rented a house about half way to Grayville, which meant a twenty 
minute drive. It was worth the time and effort, because I had gotten so used 
to his wonderful cock.

One day in mid July I went to him and found he wasn't alone. There was 
another black man with him. I tried to hide my disappointment, but I guess I 
wasn't very successful. Charles took me in his big arms and held me close 
while his friend, Hal, watched.



"You ain't got no cause to worry," Charles said to me. "Hal don't mind 
waitin', do you Hal?"

"Hell no," Hal answered. "I got plenty of time."

I started for his bedroom, but Charles pulled me back. "Let's give ol' Hal a 
little show, Sue." He took my shirt off and quickly had the bra off. I tried 
to cover up my breasts, but Charles made me take my arms down and display by 
boobs to Hal. "You goinna show Hal what a black cock lovin' slut you are," 
he said pulling my shorts and panties down. It didn't take him long to have 
me spread out on the floor and driving his hard cock in me. I forgot about 
the watcher.

Charles was working his magic on me. I was just about to reach a peak when 
Charles rolled off of me and was replaced by Hal. Hal wasn't as large as 
Charles, but he had an impressive cock, none the less. It didn't even cross 
my mind to protest because I was on fire. Hal brought me to the climax that 
I had almost reached with Charles.

Hal fucked me for about ten minutes, causing a couple more orgasms, when 
Charles took over again. Between the two of them, I was in a constant state 
of orgasmic delight for over two hours. I don't even attempt to kid myself. 
I liked what happened. But I resolved to stop seeing Charles.

The problem was, I didn't stop. Maybe I couldn't stop. When Charles called I 
went. Most of the time there was someone with Charles. Either Hal or some 
other friend, Another pattern had been established. I was an on-call whore 
for Charles and his cronies.

It was late August when I reached a all time low. I went to Charles and he 
turned me out to a gang bang. Charles, Hal and four more black man fucked 
me, and fucked me hard. They called me all manner of foul names and spent a 
lot of time degrading me. It was Hal who put the dog collar on me and made 
me crawl around on all fours. They used an empty wine bottle to fuck me 
once. They made a contest to see who could finds thing to stick in my pussy 
or ass.

They hurt me, bad. Two of them actually penetrated my pussy at the same time 
which torn me. When I managed to leave I swore to all of them they had seen 
the last of me. It was a promise I kept for over two months.

Charles called and I didn't answer the phone. If it had not been for Tim I 
would have never spoken to Charles again.

"Come on, Sue," Tim said. "He realizes that things got out of hand. He swore 
to me that he would never subject you to that sort of thing again." Of 
course I knew what Tim's main concern was. Ever since the gang bang I had 
sort of been turned off sex of any kind. Tim caught the brunt of that, 
having gotten use to a hot wife. I admitted to myself that the gangbang 
wasn't all pain. There was some pleasure, also. The problem was there was 
more pain than pleasure. They just didn't know when to let up on me.

I finally relented and talked with Charles on the phone. He begged me to 
forgive him, promising that he would take care of his "fuck-slut". Honestly 
I did miss his cock and the rough ways he would fuck me. I even missed the 
threesomes with his friends. After a couple of weeks I relented and Charles 
came to the house one evening while Tim was there. I honestly don't know 
what the appeal he has for me. I took one look at his scared face and began 
to get moist. The end result of that meeting was Charles fucked me on the 
couch in our den while Tim watched. It felt like old times and I was flying. 
Soon I was going to him again when he called. Charles often had one or two 
other men there to fuck me, but he didn't turn me out for a gang bang again. 
Like before, every time I left Charles, I swore it was the last time, but it 
never was. I always came when he called.

PART TWO

How does one go from wife, mother, and a respected member of the community 
to a slut? That's a rhetorical question, by the way. You probably don't know 
the answer any more than I do.

In my case it probably started with my husband and me playing bedroom games. 
Fun stuff like role playing and things like that. We migrated from our 
bedroom to public places like bars and clubs. I would pretend that I was a 
single woman on the prowl and Tim, my husband would pretend that he was 
picking me up.

One afternoon, Tim maneuvered me into a strip club some distance from our 
home. He watched and enjoyed it as several guys hit on me. That was the day 
I met Charles O'Dell the brutish owner of the strip joint. Charles is a 
large, very large, black man. That afternoon, Charles showed me around his 
club and invited me to enter an amateur strip contest. He also kissed and 
fondled me. I won't even try to pretend I didn't welcome his advances, 
because I did. I managed to escape from the club while Charles was 
momentarily distracted by a fight.

Tim and I talked about that experience for a few weeks and it always got us 
hot and we had some great sex. To make a long story shorter, Tim insisted 
that we visit the club again and that time I entered the dance/strip contest 
and won. I also got royally screwed by Charles and my husband in Charles 
office.

From that night Charles was a frequent visitor at our house. The sex was 
always good because Charles is a powerful lover. When our son came home from 
military school that summer, it sort of crimped our style so with my 
husbands encouragement I started visiting Charles at his place about twenty 
minutes away.

It wasn't very long before Charles introduced me to some of his friends for 
sex. I consider myself an honest person so I won't lie or try to pretend I 
didn't enjoy the threesomes and group sex. I learned to love and even 
anticipate anal sex and double penetrations at these meetings. I was getting 
a lot of great sex and Tim got what he wanted. A hot wife.

If you read the first part of this story you know all this. You also know 
that one day, Charles turned me out for a all black gang bang where I got 
hurt. I was hurt physically and emotionally. The men were very rough with 
me. They took delight in seeing how much degrading I could take. It was 
humiliating and painful for me. They required me to do things that I would 
never do on my own volition. When I refused to masturbate with a beer 
bottle, they held me down and raped me with a large wine bottle. The shoved 
kitchen utensils in me as well as anything else they could find that would 
fit or be made to fit. Two big men tried to double penetrated my pussy and 
literally torn the flesh. It took several weeks and two trips to the doctor 
for me to heal. I was turned off sex of any kind for several weeks. When 
Charles called, I refused to take his calls. I wanted nothing more to do 
with him or his friends. My resolve only lasted a couple of months.

With my husband's urging and Charles' promise that I would not be made to 
suffer another uncontrolled gang bang, I restarted the relationship with 
him. I went back to visiting Charles and yes, his friends, as long as there 
were only one or two of them. That being the number I thought I could 
handle. It worked for me for several months. I was back to getting some 
great fucking and Tim has his hot wife back. Now comes the problem.

I'm not sure exactly how long it was before I realized I was thinking about 
the rough gang bang. It concerned me to the point I went to a shrink. After 
three visits, I realized that my doctor was even more screwed up than I was, 
so I stopped going to her. I continued to think, and maybe fantasize, about 
that humiliating and degrading experience more and more as the days and 
weeks went by. I didn't like all the pain. I was certain of that. I'm 
certain I'm not a masochist. Is there such a thing as painless masochism? I 
wonder only because there were parts of the gang bang I liked. The rough 
handling of my boobs for example. I came several times when the men pinched 
and pulled hard on my nipples. I liked it when one of them bit my clitoris 
kind of hard. I had a mind-blowing orgasm when he did. I mean it hurt, but 
not so much that it wasn't pleasurable for me.

I spent a lot of time wondering if they had been a little more careful, 
would I have hated it as I had? If they had known when to back off, would I 
have ran from the house, barely dressed? If the two men who tried to cram 
both of their cocks in my pussy had been a little smaller or even more 
gentle, would I have acted like I had? I didn't know the answers to my 
questions, but I pondered them a lot. ***

One day a couple of weeks into the new year Charles called and ordered me to 
come.

"Get your white ass down here, Cunt," he said. "I got a hard-on for you."

"Who's going to be there?" I asked. I knew I would be going, so I don't know 
what prompted the question.

"Me and Denny," Charles said.

"Is that all?"

"Yeah, just two hard cocks. You want more?"

"Maybe," I said, asking myself what the hell I was doing.

"I could get Hal," Charles said.

"Who else?" My heart was racing now. I was about to do something I swore I 
would never do.

"I can have five or six men here by the time you get here," Charles said. 
"You sure you want a bang?"

"No pain," I said. "I don't want to get hurt, Charles. Can you control them 
this time?"

"Yeah sure," Charles said with an evil laugh. "Won't be any problem getting 
a bunch or brothers to fuck you, but you better be damned sure you want 
this, Sue. I won't be able to stop them from fucking you hard."

"I don't want them to stop," I said talking a deep breath. "I just don't 
want to get hurt."

"When you say hurt, what the fuck doest that mean?"

"I want it clearly understood that when I say stop, I mean stop. I'll use a 
safe word."

"What word?"

"If I say...Pancakes, you make them stop what they are doing." I don't know 
where I came up with that word.

"Okay, that's do-able, as long as you realize that once them boys get jazzed 
up, it's gonna be rough. You're goin' to get fucked and fucked hard and 
often."

"I'll be there in an hour," I said my heart still racing a mile a minute.

I hung up and called Tim at the office. I told him I was going to see 
Charles and have a gang bang. I told him about the rules as I explained them 
to Charles.

"Okay, if that's what you want," Tim said. "I hate that I can't be there. 
Take the camcorder. It's got a blank tape and a fresh battery. Have fun, 
Darling. I love you."

I rushed through my shower and made sure my pussy was free of hair. I broke 
every traffic law getting to where Charles lived. I saw that there were 
several cars parked on the street in front of his house. I was wet and 
excited as I jumped out of my car and nearly ran to the door. *** In an 
honest attempt to detail the gang bang, I couldn't rely on my own memory. I 
picked the brains of Charles, Denny, and to some degree Hal.

"Here's our slut whore," Charles announced as I walked in the door. "All 
ready to get fucked, sucked, and stuck. That's right ain't it, Cunt?"

My mouth was suddenly dry because all my moisture had apparently gone to my 
pussy. I managed to nod at the men who stood around leering hungrily at me 
as if I were a prime piece of beef. I recognized two of the men as being 
present at my first gang bang. There was a total of nine men. One was a thin 
cruel looking man with a head full of dreadlocks. One eye was closed with a 
wicked scar running across it and down across his face. I felt a shudder run 
through my body. I don't know if it was fear or something else. Another man 
was an older black man, his hair a mixture of salt and pepper. He looked 
nice and gentle.

Charles took my hand and led me into the living room. The furniture was all 
pushed back out of the way and a mattress was in the center of the room.

"Let me say it again," Charles said. "If I say stop, you stop. If the slut 
says "Pancake", you stop. None of you son of a bitches will fuck me up in 
this. " He took a pistol out of his pocket and show the others. "Don't make 
me shoot your ass."

"Yeah, we got it, man," the cruel looking man said. "We have to be nice to 
the cock lovin', piece of shit white whore. You goina stand around runnin' 
your mouth, or are we goina fuck this bitch?" Charles gave the man a mean 
look and then reached out and pulled me to him.

"You ready, Sue," he asked softly as he removed my shirt to allow my 
unfettered breasts of be exposed to the others. He ran his hand, almost 
tenderly, over my breast, stroking my nipple to a spiked point. I mention 
that because it was the last act of tenderness I was to get for them next 
four hours and some few minutes. After Charles slipped off my pants, I stood 
naked and trembling before them.

"There she is, boys," Charles said calmly. "Fuck her."

It didn't come as any surprise that the dreadlock man was on me first. They 
called him Luke. Luke grabbed me, forced me back to the mattress, and pushed 
me down on it. He wasn't overly endowed, but he used his cock like a weapon. 
My head had no more than hit the mattress and he had his cock in me. No 
finesse, and no foreplay. He started hammering away at me and I came 
quickly. He fucked me for about five or six minutes and rolled off to be 
replaced by another man. One after another they fucked me and while I came a 
lot, none of them ejaculated. They were doing what they called a round 
robin.

They all fucked me for over half an hour, swapping off several times. I soon 
lost track of the number of times I came. It wasn't until the last round 
that they came in me or on me. After that, things got a lot rougher. After 
they recovered, they took me in twos and threes. Making me "airtight" by 
having one cock in my butt, one in my pussy, and one in my mouth.

The nice looking older guy, Able, turned out to be the most sadistic. He had 
great fun mauling my nipples. He even lifted me up off the mattress using 
just my nipples. Several times I opened my mouth to yell "Pancake" but I 
didn't. He stuck two fingers in my pussy and pulled me around. That nice old 
guy tried to get his whole hand in me. Like they say, you can't judge a book 
by its cover.

They had been using me for nearly an hour when they sent me to shower. By 
that time I welcomed the break. Once again I marveled at the recuperating 
power of a long hot shower.

After the shower I slipped on a bathrobe that was hanging on the back of the 
bathroom door, and went back to the living room. There was the smell of 
booze and the strong arid odor of pot in the air. There was also an odor of 
sweat and sex. One whiff and I was getting wet again.

"Get that robe off and get your lily white ass over here," Charles said. I 
meekly took off the robe and went to where he was sitting. He took a deep 
drag from his joint and covered my mouth with his, blowing the smoke deep 
into my lungs. He passed me to the next man who did the same. I was passed 
from man to man, each giving me a shotgun, and it didn't take long until I 
had a real buzz going. I was familiar with the term, shotgun, from my 
college days, but had never experienced it until then. Having your lungs 
pumped full of pot while being felt up is super erotic. The next round of 
fun and games had begun.

When I had got back to Charles, he had me turn around away from him, bend 
over, and touch my toes. While I did that, he squirted some lube up my ass 
and pulled me back until he was impelled in my ass. He pulled me back until 
I was leaning against his chest, my legs spread obscenely apart.

Able walked up between my legs one hand on his cock aiming it at my pussy. I 
saw that he had something in his other hand, but I couldn't see what it was. 
For a few moments, he played with my exposed pussy using his cock. Then he 
shoved it in hard. I tried to sit up but Charles held me down against him, 
pining my arms also. Before I knew what was happening, Able put a pair of 
clips on my nipples. I screamed as he tightened them on my tender nips. I 
screamed, but didn't say the safe word.

The nipple clamps were connected to each other by a chain. While Charles 
humped my ass, Adam fucked my pussy, and jerked the chain, causing me a lot 
of pain but even more pleasure. I came in waves. Charles came in my ass and 
Adam came in my pussy and I was given to two more to do the same thing.

"Hey, let's double fuck her cunt," one of the men said after they all had 
taken me. I opened my mouth to protest, but Hal shoved his cock down my 
throat. I was too busy gagging and trying to breath to fight them off. 
Someone shoved me down on a hard cock and another man, who fortunately 
wasn't as big as some of the others, shoved his cock in my pussy too. It 
dawned on me that with Hal's cock in my throat I couldn't have yelled 
"Pancake" if I had wanted to. I suspect that was intentional.

They fucked me for another hour in every conceivable way and sent me back to 
the shower. Again it was a welcome break. I'll admit that I cleaned the come 
and sweat off of me and out of me with a sense of pride that I had not said 
"Pancake". I came close a couple of times, but I did not say it.

When I returned to the men I noticed that a couple had gone and had been 
replaced by some other men. I had not bothered with the robe and I walked in 
the room mother naked.

"Get on the table," Luke ordered. They had pulled a low coffee table back to 
the center of the room. I lay back on the table as Luke demanded. When he 
handed me the beer bottle, I knew what he wanted me to do.

I know it sounds strange, but it was more humiliating to fuck myself with 
the bottle than it was to suck their cocks or let them fuck me. Maybe it was 
their comments as I worked the bottle in and out of me. I can't explain it, 
so I won't try.

The new guys were randy and ready to go, so the others let them have me 
first. One was a bull of a man with a big cock, but he didn't have a lot of 
staying power. The other new guy was smaller in the cock department, but he 
was just plain mean. He was rougher than Luke or Adam. He also was the most 
foul mouthed. He called me names, most of which I didn't recognize. I used 
the safe word when he grabbed my clit and yanked it hard. He did that while 
fucking me so I couldn't get away from his attack. I yelled "pancake" again, 
but he didn't stop yanking on it. It dawned on me that he and the other 
newcomer didn't know anything about "Pancake".

Charles started toward him just about the time he quit so I waved Charles 
off. It felt good that he was ready to come help me. Sometime during that 
session three guys left and one arrived. The newest arrival brought a woman 
with him.

I was being double fucked by Able and one of the men who's name I didn't 
know when I became aware that the woman was kneeling right beside us, 
watching their cock go in and out of me. The woman, Darla, was a big woman. 
Not fat, just big. She was a light skinned black woman and nearly six feet 
tall. She seemed very interested in watching them fuck me.

"Feel good?" she asked. I managed to nod my head. "Looks like it would, but 
I don't let no man in my ass. You like a dick in your ass?" Again I nodded. 
"You like eatin' pussy?" I shook my head violently. That was something that 
I had never even considered.

A short while later, Adam shot off in my ass and withdrew. The other guy 
came in my pussy and he too withdrew. I lay on the mattress waiting on 
someone else to take me. When I opened my eyes I saw a naked Darla standing 
over me, whit a big smile on her face. Before I would move Charles and 
another guy grabbed my arms and held he down. Darla started descending over 
me, almost as if in slow motion. Her bushy pubic hair getting closer to my 
face. I kicked and thrashed around but it did no good. She covered my face 
with her dusky smelling pussy. She bent forward in a classic sixty-nine 
position and I felt her warm breath on my bald, come filled pussy. Darla 
wiggled around on my face until her pussy lips were on my mouth and my nose 
was nearly in her butt hole. I opened my mouth to take a breath and she 
settled down harder on my face.

"God, girl," I head her say even though my ears were partially blocked by 
her thighs. "How many loads of cum do you have in here?" Her mouth latched 
onto my pussy and she sucked hard. I've had my pussy eaten lots of times, 
but never with such force. It was almost like she had stuck a vacuum cleaned 
nozzle to my pussy. It was an incredible sensation. I could feel her sucking 
sperm out of me. Darla used her fingers to make the sperm come out as she 
sucked. I relaxed and enjoyed what she was doing to me.

"I better feel your tongue on my cunt, Honey," Darla said. "I suck you, you 
suck me. That's how it works." For some perverse reason it sounded entirely 
reasonable to me. I stuck my tongue out and warily licked her pussy. I 
wasn't anywhere as revolted as I though I would be. She smelled and tasted 
clean with a hint of strawberries. I explored farther into her moist hole. I 
could feel her moving and shifting and I had to raise my head to reach her. 
Suddenly a long black cock came past my face and entered her pussy. I felt a 
set of heavy balls on my forehead.

"Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" Darla said and plunged her tongue back 
into my pussy. It was outrageously erotic to be nibbling at her clit while a 
cock sawed in and out of her. I knew it had to be a cock that a short time 
earlier had been in my pussy.

"Change positions," I heard Charles say. Darla got off of me and lay back on 
the mattress while Charles mounted her. "Sue, suck my balls while I fuck 
this bitch." I knelt behind them and took his heavy ball sack in my hand and 
took one of the encased balls in my mouth. "Lick my asshole, slut," Charles 
demanded. I didn't think to question him let alone refuse. I was by then, 
totally submissive. What ever anyone told me to do, I did it.

I felt someone behind me as I knelt on all fours. I felt fingers searching 
my pussy and ass, and then the head of a cock slipped into my soaking pussy. 
It was the big guy and in that position he managed to reach my cervix. It 
hurt, but wasn't unbearable. Again he didn't last very long, and he was 
quickly replaced by another man who slammed into my ass. I was thankful that 
this ass fucker was nice enough to reach around and play with my clit. He 
brought me to a nice orgasm.

I rate orgasms as nice, good, great, and did anybody get the tag number? Any 
orgasm is nice and sometimes I have a series of climaxes that are just 
mind-blowing. The rapid succession type usually only come after I've had 
some other nice to tag number kind. I never know when it will happen but 
they're always welcome. Up to that point I experienced a couple of them.

Charles called for another position change. This time he lay back and let 
Darla get on him. He commanded me to suck her ass which was extremely hard 
to do because she was bucking hard on him. I soon gave up trying. and just 
enjoyed the fucking I was getting from behind. When Charles empted his load 
in the black woman she rolled off and lay spread legged on the mattress.

"What the fuck you waitin' on, whore?" Charles said. "Clean her cunt out."

The man who had been fucking me pulled out and shoved me forward. Charles 
pushed my face down on her come soaked pussy. I hesitated, but only until 
Charles slapped me hard on my ass. I did for her what she had done for me. I 
sucked the come out of her.

My exposed pussy did not lack for attention. Someone shoved his cock in me 
and fucked me hard while I sucked and licked the woman's pussy.

I guess it was the girl-girl thing, but all of the men quickly got their 
batteries recharged and the fucking continued for another hour. I managed to 
drag myself home in time to meet Tim and hand him the camcorder. I didn't 
know if anyone had even used it or not. I didn't need it, I lived it. Boy 
did I ever!

THE END

(Author's note: Once again I'll remind you, dear readers, that unsafe sex is 
stupid and possibly deadly. I hope you'll remember that this story is pure 
fantasy. The real world is dangerous. Be careful out there, Shooter)

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