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Not of my Choice


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I knew I enjoyed sex with a little bit of a kinky twist
but it grew slowly from the day my husband took my
cherry in the back seat of his car. We were in High
School and he was a big joke that got his pick of girls.
For some reason he wanted me. On the very second date he
got me in the back of the car and things progressed until
I was just about nude. I started to then have second
thoughts but he pinned my hands above my head, spread
my legs out wide and fucked me till I had at least two
orgasms. Nothing was ever as hot as that first night and
I couldn't ever figure it out.

We got married and one night I wasn't in the mood but my
husband had been out drinking with some of his jock
friends. Suddenly he picked me up, threw me on the bed
and again held me down as I tried to get him to get off
me. In a matter of minutes I came very hard then when he
saw how much I was enjoying it, he continued to fuck me
till I came again a second time. Not since that first
night with him had that happened. He was the one that put
the thought in my head, I enjoyed being held down and
semi forced. The more I thought about over the next
week, the more I realized he was right. I had never
been so turned on.

I was only 20 and the only man I had ever been with was
my husband. About a week later my husband again wanted
sex but this time he wanted to see if his theory was
right. He didn't even ask me, he grabbed me, carried
me to the bedroom and made it clear what he was going
to do and he didn't care what I thought about it. He
pinned my hands over my head, ripped the buttons of
my blouse which made me really start to fight, then
pulled my undies just enought to the side under my skirt
so he could push his dick up into me. I fought for maybe
two minutes, then it was pure pleasure. It again was the
best sex of our two year marriage. He knew how to please
me and after he was done giving me a great orgasm, he
laid down the new law. He would be in charge of our
sexual adventures from now on and I would just be forced
to go along with it.

It was a dream come true for him and I was very reluctant
to say OK but after thinking about how great I felt now
and how good it was when he treated me like that, I
finally just said I agreed. But I made him promise he
would never hurt me no matter how carried away he got.
He was like a kid in a candy store. He told me the next
day we were going to the local adult store and he was
getting some things so we could even enjoy this fantasy
more. I didn't know what I had gotten myself into. I
could have stopped it but I was as curious as he was. Was
this really what turned me on the most, being semi taken
against my will.

The next night after work we both went to the very big
adult store and I watched as my husband bought handcuffs,
ropes, belts, masks, and some kinky leather outfits. He
didn't care what anything cost, if it looked like something
to restrain me, he bought it. The bill ended up being
close to $300.00. As we went home, I couldn't beleive we
had just bought $300.00 worth of sex toys. When we got
home, my little life of being my husbands sexual toy
was about to start. I was scared the first night when he
put handcuffs on me, tied my legs spread open to the
bed then blindfolded me so I couldn't see what was
going on. He played with me for at least 45 minutes before
I couldn't take it anymore. I was so wet and excited I
begged him to fuck me. He teased me for another 10 minutes
before he finally got up on top of me, and gave me another
mind shattering orgasm. Suddenly I was HOOKED! I even
to him it was fantastic and I was so hot before he fucked
me I thought I would pass out.

Over the next six months, I became more and more submissive
to things my husband wanted to do with me. He found out
if he left me tied up for 30 or 40 minutes, I would be
wiggling all around by the time he came back in the room.
Now I was always left tied up for a while before he started
playing his games. A new item he had started using on me
was a small type of game. It looked like a hollowed out
small dick but on the end of it was a bright pink funnel.
I new the small dildo type object was in my mouth but
I never knew the funnel was attached to it. I was
blindfolded as soon as I was dressed in whatever slutty
outfit my husband picked for me. The one thing I always
knew for sure was that I'd have a mind shattering orgasm.
It happened every single time I was tied up and used this
way.

Yea, it had gotten sort of kinky but we were doing it in
our own home and not hurting anyone else, so I just told
myself it was normal. I don't know how many other girls
get turned on by being tied up and not able to control
what happens, but for me it was fantastic. It had been
nearly eight months since we first started doing this
and my husband still tied me up at least twice a week.
I was getting all the sex I wanted and actually looked
forward to the huge release that my orgasm always gave
me. It seemed to take all the pent up pressure right out
of my system. Some weeks I actually asked for a special
night because I wanted to cum so badly.

I thought everything was going perfectly, but suddenly
my jock husband had to show off what he had. Without
telling me and knowing I'd be so pissed if I ever found
out, he invited three of his closest friends over one
night and waited till I was tied up before he let them
in the house. I was handcuffed spread eagle, my pussy
was completely shaved, and I was wearing a tiny slut
outfit made for a girl half my age. Of course I had my
blindfold on and the dildo funnel was lodged deep into
my mouth. When my husband opened our bedroom door and
showed his friends the situation I was in, they about
died and went to heaven. They didn't know why they were
brought over, they only knew they weren't allowed to
talk or make any noise.

Over the next hour my husband put me thru my paces. Again
my body was shaking badly wanting release. I couldn't
see or speak because of the small dildo funnel in my
mouth, so I would squirm and groan in a way to let my
husband know I really wanted releif. All the guys had
the largest smiles and the biggest hardons in their
pants. Then the guys watched my husband unlock the
handcuffs on my legs, lift them up above my head slowly
splitting me in two, and getting the views of their
life of my completely open and shaved pussy. My husband
pulls out his stick dick and slowly pushed it deep up
inside me. All his friends watched my ass move as I
needed this very badly bad now. For about four minutes
we both moved and rocked and my stomach muscles started
to twitch and I lost it in another super feeling orgasm.
Everyone knew I was cumming from the loud moans coming
from my throat and the way my hips flew high off the
bed.

My husband pounded into me another minute or two before
he filled the rubber he was wearing with a large glob
of his hot gooey sperm. We both finally relaxed and he
put my legs down and put them back into the handcuffs.
He then quietly escorted his friends out of the house
and they all commented about that being the hottest show
in town. My husband was like a proud peacock. He loved
the praise and told the guys maybe they could come back
for another show some other night. All of them high fived
each other and begged my husband to invite them back soon.
This night would soon be described all over town. I would
never hear about it but all the guys that knew my husband
were soon calling and trying to become chummy with him.
They all hoped to see this show close up and in person.

For the next two weeks my husband invited guys over once
a week on friday night. He never invited more then three
at once but each night they were new friends. They all
stood next to the wall and were as silent as a mouse. I
never knew they were in the room and my husband made a
small show out of everything he did to me. One day some
on the guys who had seen the obscene show that went on
in my bedroom started talking about it at a kids soccer
game. They didn't think anyone was around and listening
but somebody was taking it all in and couldn't beleive
it. The person took down my name and my husbands name and
after the chatty guys finally left, he started asking
questions to people he knew until he finally found out
exactly who we were. He then looked up us in the phone
book and had our address.

Over the next two weeks we had a person that would watch
our house every night. He then figured out when to sneak
up next to our bedroom window and try to peak thru the
mostly closed curtains. Our bedroom faced our back yard
so we didn't really worry that much about people seeing
in. We kept the curtain closed but they were probably
cracked an inch or two at the most. But it was all that
was needed. The person soon watched his own little show
of my husband dressing me, cuffing me to the bed, and
playing with me in any way that he wanted. He also noticed
my husband at times would leave me alone for 45 minutes
to an hour then come back in and start playing all over
again with me. Neither myself or my husband knew that
we were being watched or that the mysterious stranger was
planning a special night for me.

It happened on a wednesday night. My husband had just
dressed me and handcuff me spread eagle on our bed. I
was in a tiny maids outfit that he had only bought about
a couple weeks ago. It was bright red but really fit my
body snug. My husband thought it was the sexiest outfit
I had. It came with the red cap, long white gloves, and
a tiny little white apron. Of course he had to have me in
some red stilleto heels. I didn't mind him having his
fantasies as he was letting me live mine. As long as it
stayed at home and was just between me and my husband, I
didn't think it mattered how he wanted to see me dressed.
He told me the play acting really excited him as much as
being tied up excited me.

Just as the last handcuff was clicked on my body I heard
the phone ring. I could hear my husband walk out of the
bedroom and thats all I knew. When my husband answered
the phone, it was someone saying they were from the
police station and they had a problem down at the soccer
field. My husband was a coach there and they needed him
to come down for about 15 minutes. They wouldn't tell
him what it was about but they promised him he wouldn't
be there very long. He knew it was a 20 minute drive
there, 20 minutes back. He didn't want to give up his
little sex night so he just grabbed his keys and left
for the soccer field. The second he pulled out of the
driveway, someone was working on the sliding glass door
on our patio. It only took them about two minutes to
pop the door release. They had done this a few times
before.

They looked at their watch and gave themselves 45 minutes.
They knew how long it would take to drive to the soccer
field, figure out that no one was there, and then drive
back. They came right to my room, three of them and I
heard noises all around me. I didn't get excited because
I really expected it was my husband. While one of the
guys sat up a small tripod, the other two pulled some
items out of a bad. Then once the video camera was turned
on, my 45 minutes of real submission was about to start.
I heard a voice talking and realized instantly it wasn't
my husband. I jerked real hard at my bindings but of course
with everything handcuffed to the bedposts, I wasn't moving
hardly at all.

My mind went into a small frenzy as I tried to figure out
what to do. I tried screaming but only muffled noises
came out of my mouth with the dildo funnel embedded in it.
I listened and it sure sounded like young boys laughing
and calling me a 'CUTE WHITE SLUT'. I couldn't see a
thing and my body was squirming around as much as I could
get it to. I didn't know the three boys were only 14,16,
and 17 years old. It was the 17 year old that had overheard
the guys talking and set this night up. He had brought a
couple of his friends to help him out tonight and to keep
a watch out as the time flew by.

I was so scared my legs and arms were shaking. Then one of
them said something like "this white bitch needs fucking".
I started to shake my head back and forth no and I was
begging them to leave me alone. I knew the noises came
out all mumbled up but I had to try. Then the words really
struck home, 'WHITE BITCH'! Oh my god, these had to black
guys or kids. Now I fought even harder at my handcuffs but
all it did was really hurt both my wrists and ankles. I
then felt a hand touch my leg and I screamed as loud as
I could for them to get out. Nothing left my stuffed
mouth but a very loud mumbling noise.

The hand was soon on my shaved pussy and I jumped around
and tried to make it hard for whoever was in the room.
I heard a voice say to bring the bottle over. This will
settle her down. My hips flew up and down and to the right
and the left. But then within about ten seconds, the
back of my throat started burning and my throat was filled
with some type of liquid. I didn't know how it got there
but it was going to choke me if I didn't swallow. Most my
air came from what I thought was a mostly hollowed out
dildo stuffed in my mouth. I was finally forced to take
a large swallow and it burned my stomach all the way down.
It tasted very strong and was some type of alcohol. Once
I swallowed it I started to buck around again. I then
heard the guy say give her some more. Suddenly my throat
felt another large mouthful of warm burning alcohol fill
my mouth. This took two large gulps before I could again
get air. I then heard a voice tell me everytime I move,
they would fill my mouth with more rum.

I know knew what it was they were pouring directly into
my stomach and it was pure rum and tasted terrible. I
didn't move a muscle and hands and fingers started running
all over my body. My eyes started to tear up and I couldn't
beleive this was happening to me. Then I felt someone get
up on the bed and when I heard the words "BLACK COCK", I
again really started to fight. It was the wrong thing to
do. I could feel my mouth feeling and I swallowed once
then twice. Then I heard the guy say to fill it up again.
I was praying they would stop but I had to swallow to
more large mouthfuls. The funnel device worked just as
it was suppose to. My husband had it only for the looks
and never used it. Now these three boys were pouring
straight rum directly down my throat. My throat and
stomach were on fire and I was close to getting sick from
the feeling. I again heard a voice tell me if I fought
at all, they'd feed me the entire large bottle. I started
to get scared and I didn't dare move again.

I could feel the light weight of a body getting on top
of me and then the probing of a hard dick right against
my shaved pussy lips. With a quick sudden push, the hard
thin dick shoved up inside my body and I shook again just
out of reflex. Somebody must have been standing right over
me because my mouth was filled and I heard two or three
boys laughing again. I was told not to move or fight and
it took me another three large gulps to clear the funnel
and my throat of the strong stinging rum. Again I laid
still and felt the hot dick inside me start to move in
and out. It made me really start to cry but they couldn't
see it because I was blindfolded and my moans were
muffled by the dildo in my mouth.

For a minute or so the dick slowly pushed in and out of
my pussy. Then I heard the boy ask me if I was ready for
his large hot load of black sperm. One of the other boys
laughed and said he hoped I was on the pill. If not I might
get a little black present around christmas time. I
suddenly realized these boys wouldn't be wearing rubbers
and I knew it had been a couple weeks since my last
period. My body shook as I really tried to buck the boy
off of me. My body was pinned down and then to my horror
the bottle of rum kept pouring into my mouth. I was now
semi choking but I had to keep swallowing as the booze
built up in the back of my throat. I laid perfectly still
hoping they would pull the bottle away. Finally I heard
a boy say that is enough. They all laughed when the boy
pouring the rum said I had already swallowed 1/3 a bottle.

I again felt my pussy being fucked but now the young boy
was really talking filthy to me. He told me I was dressed
to be fucked, tied to be fucked, and before the night
was over, I'd get my wish at least three times. Then he
started to grunt and told me my first load of black sperm
was on the way. He pushed deep inside me and then I could
tell by the movements of his body that he was loading my
pussy with his very young but potent black sperm. This
really caused me to loose it and I started to cry again.
I never moved and one boy got up and another one moved
right on top of me. I felt one leg being released then
another. But right away I was told if I kicked or tried
to fight, they pour anothe 1/3 of the bottle deep into
my mouth. I already felt sick from the rum and it was
just starting to make my head spin a little.

This time it was the older 17 year old boy that was getting
on top of me. I didn't know it but I was about to be
fucked by a cock at least two inches longer then my husbands.
My legs were pinned back close to my ears and then I felt
the tip of a dick pushing right at my very moist pussy.
It met no resistance as the long very dark dick pushed
my pussy lips apart and started to slid up inside of me.
Only this time it never seemed to stop. Suddenly I felt
fuller then at any other time of my life. Just like
clockwork, the long black dick started to pump in and out
of my body. I shook my head back and forth but with each
deep stroke, something was starting to happen. My pussy
started to get hotter and wetter and then I realized
what was going to happen.

This young black boy's dick was reaching inside of me and
touching me like nothing I had ever felt. I didn't want
it to happen, but my body started to respond and my cunt
started to feel like it was on fire. With each stroke of
his dick he seemed to touch new nerves I didn't even know
were inside of me. Without me even knowing I was doing
it, my hips started moving in unison with the black boy's
thrust and I felt like my pussy was going to explode. I
didn't hear the boy telling his helper to get ready. I
was trying so hard not to think about the great feeling
the boy was giving my body. Then with one deep push, my
body was sent over the edge and my pussy lips started to
spasm and I was sent on a super grand orgasm that made
me just about pass out. At the very second my orgasm
stuck, my throat was filled again with a large amount
of straight hot rum.

My body was shaking to it's best orgasm ever and I had to
start swallowing the nasty tasting rum that was filling
my throat and mouth. It felt so good and tasted so bad.
My emotions were being pulled in all directions. I never
thought my orgasm would die down. And until it did, the
funnel in my mouth was kept full. I'd make one big swallow
only to have my mouth fill right back up. I didn't know it
but by the time my orgasm was over, they had forced another
1/4 of the bottle into my stomach. My stomach felt like it
was going to burst. It was hot with all the straight
alcohol in it and the large rum bottle was 1/2 empty now.
My head started to spin and I started to have very weird
thoughts running thru my head.

So far barely 20 minutes had gone by and I had been fucked
twice and forced to drink half a bottle of rum. I was
warned by the boy standing over me if I tried anything
at all, they would see the entire bottle was inside my
stomach. He warned me that would be very dangerous and I
knew he was right. My mind was now having trouble thinking
clearly and I told myself just to stay still and not give
them any reason to pump any more liquor down inside my
stomach. Suddenly I was asked if I was going to cooperate.
I shook my head yes and I felt the strap holding on the
dildo being unsnapped. I was told they were removing the
gag, but if I talked or tried to scream, they promised
to pour the entire bottle of rum into my body and I'd then
have to hope I would survive the ordeal. It really scared
me to hear them talk that way. I shook my head that I
understood and wouldn't make a sound.

    

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