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reading.
   Keywords: humiliation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, size, submission,
bondage, clit, cock, wank, masturbation
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view at their discretion, where and when it is legal to do so.
   Julie felt a weakness in her knees as she reached out and pushed the
doorbell.  It seemed like forever before Marque came to answer the door. 
As the door opened, Julie's heart was pounding so hard in her chest that
she swore that the man could hear it.
   She was worried about a thing that had happened to her.  Julie wanted to
speak with someone.  Marque was a natural choice; the only one she knew on
the block.  They were neighbors.
   "Come in." Marque said with a smile on his face.
   He did see, the woman was shaken.  She looked a little tired.  Her new
neighbor had brought a bottle of wine with her.
   He looked at her jutting breasts.  "Why don't we go in here." They
entered the living room and he asked her to be seated on the couch.
   In the living room, Marques put on some soft music.  Julie, sitting on
the couch with the bottle of wine in one hand and wiping her tears with the
other.  She watched as Marque moved around the room and silenced the TV.
   Occasional spasms were passing through her body, but her tears had
stopped.  Marque walked bye her, took the bottle from Julie's hand, put it
on the small table, opened it and poured wine in two glasses, brought from
the kitchen.
   "What has happened to you?" Marque asked.  "You've been crying."
   She started to explain, excited about the humiliation and embarrassment
she had experienced.  Marque was a good listener.
   "I was courted in a bonding session yesterday," Julie told him.  "I'm so
ashamed.  It was my own fault.  It was at an out of town creative writers
and graphics design seminar.  I'd like to talk about it if you dare to
listen," She said and looked at Marque.
   "When did you return back home?" He asked and his mind raced.
   "Today, with an early morning flight," She said.  "I submitted for their
use and they humiliated and embarrassed me unmercifully."
   "What did they do to you?" Marque said poured wine.  "You could probably
stay here for a while and let me know what happened.  Are you looking for
legal help?"
   The light blue walls of the room reminded Julie about a modern style
consciousness.  She was nervously moving in the couch, searching for a
comfortable position.  The couch was large and overstuffed.  It seemed to
Julie that it was wrapping itself around her, hugging her, when she sat on
it.
   They had been neighbors for only a few weeks.
   Julie first sat straight up facing forward with her body stiff as if at
attention.  She willed herself not to relax until she felt Marque's eyes on
her.  She started to tell about the bonding, teasing and how they soon
ogled her nude beauty.
   "Are you ashamed about what happened?" Marque said.
   "It wasn't so bad.  I wasn't hurt.  But they got me to do things we
hadn't agreed upon.  Now, back home, reflecting about it, I feel like being
a nymphomaniac that is ready to do whatever to get continuous attention
from men," she said.  "I'm worried about myself.  I tend to be so addicted
to everything sexual that I can't resist offers and temptations that I run
into on a daily basis."
   Turning his head Marque watched as Julie, sitting at the other end of
the couch, slowly pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms
around them.  Leaning forward slightly Julie rested her chin on her knees
and looked at Marque with a slight smile on her face.  She was proud of her
body.
   He was getting pretty excited at the prospect of seeing more of her
naked legs and hearing more about what happened.  Marque guessed her head
was feverish from the stimulation, men all around her, her pussy itching
for relief, and they were ready to serve her.
   She didn't continue with her story.  They sat quiet for a while.  Marque
remained quiet too, he was looking at her and finally said, "Julie, how did
they use you?"
   Julie felt the weakness in her knees kept her from moving.  She ran her
hands slowly from button to button of her blouse releasing each of them
tentatively.  She didn't know what to do and what to say.  Her nipples
tingled and she tightened her knees together to squelch a rising tide
between her legs.  Julie was holding her pussy tight to stop it from
getting any more excited.
   It happened again.  She was getting horny when she thought how the men
grabbed her ankles and spread her legs as wide as possible.  She started to
shout out at her obscene forced exposure, but they were already tyeing her
to the bed poles.
   "I was invited to a party at one of the big suites at the local hotel.
We had drinks and talked about the writer's seminar.  It had been very
intense, educational and explicit." Julie explained.
   She absentmindedly stroked her pussy through her underwear as she sat
there in front of Marque.  She then widened her knees a little more,
flipped the pants to one side and showed the pink inside her cunt lips.
   She felt moist but didn't worry that Marque could see her juices.  Julie
wanted to show her gratitude.  With eyes closed she stroked her snatch.
   "I told them that the theme of submission had always inspired me.  They
all wanted to have some real life experience around the themes we had been
talking about at seminaries."
   Julie looked up to see Marque going over her body with his eyes.  She
was fascinated by the effect she had on him and was as sensitive and horny
as she found herself earlier with the twelve men in that suite.  She was
feeling less and less inhibited, ready to continue, really getting into it
and so were the hungry eyes watching her.
   "There were twelve men and four women in the room: Liz, Lona, Rita and
myself.  They suggested having one man and one woman tied up and then the
rest would find out various ways to tease and please them." Julie said.  "I
was voted to be the woman."
   "What about the man?" Marque asked.
   "The three other ladies started to undress him," Julie explained.  "We
were both, the man and me, put on separate king sized beds.  I was hog tied
in front off all the men on the big bed.  They crossed my ankles before
bending my legs.  This forced my knees apart.  The position felt very sexy
and I was making only perfunctory efforts to get loose."
   "So it started as a play.  They didn't take the clothes off, to start
with?" Marques asked.
   "No, but the man on the other bed was quickly undressed by the three
women when they had him tied to the bed with his legs and arms spread,"
Julies said.  "I was looking at him and how his reactions.  Seeing what the
chicks did to him was quite a turn-on."
   "Did they have him completely naked?"
   "They let him wear his underpants," she said.  "But when his excitement
caused a huge erection, they got his tool out of the pants and started to
play with it."
   "Lucky man, three women teasing him, what did they do?"
   Looking up, Julie met Marque's curious eyes.  They seemed to reassure
Julie that everything was fine.  She could almost feel their caress as they
were slowly drifting down her body.
   Julie told how one man moved his touching hands down her chest to her
breasts.  Her nipples involuntarily started to grow harder.  As the
weakness in her body grew she was glad she had remained seated.
   "Well, the situation was heating up, but I wasn't real sure how the man
on the other bed was taking it," Julie said.  My legs just sort of
naturally spread as they experimented with how to tie me.  I was wearing my
clothes.  Everything was under control.  They were doing as agreed."
   "The females were moving much faster?" I asked.
   "Yes, he had a woman on each side of his knees, and the third one was
pushing a big pillow under his butt.  They wanted to have his crotch up
high in the air.  They were looking at this cock bulging and moving inside
his pants."
   By now, Marque had to exercise a lot of self-control.  All he wanted to
do was lean over, reach between this young lady's legs give her cunt a good
caressing while giving her a deep passionate kiss.
   "Julie, why don't you take off your panties and continue with the
story?" Marque suggested.
   "The men around me moved turned and lowered my body on the king-size
bed. My legs were bent in various obscene positions.  Reluctantly, I
complied, they assisted me, spread and bended my legs until my feet were on
the edges of my shoulders.  For me, the world exploded." She said.  "They
were planning to take the play much further and I had no way to stop them."
   Marque moved to an easy chair in front of the couch and watched at
Julie's panties that stretched over her pussy lips and swollen clit. 
Making her wait had been a great idea, Marque thought.
   Julie decided to have a little fun by focusing her stretches in
provocative poses for Marque's benefit.  She noticed he had tented his
trousers.  She was completely shaved, the lips of her cunt exposed as she
sat there with her legs spread apart and her skirt bunched up about her
waist.
   He didn't know what to do with his hands, moments later he was tightly
clasping his own genitals.  Marque felt his dick hardening inside his pants
and pointing straight toward the floor.
   They had started slow and let her get excited.  The thing with Julie was
a youthful innocence combined with deep sexual desires and her natural good
looks.
   From time to time Julie looked at Marque, her smoky gaze was full of
lust and hunger.  It was special to her.  Men knew how deeply these desires
were rooted.  Marque found such great pleasure in her openness.
   Julie's eyes were closed tightly and she began to feel how they, the men
of yesterday, were playing with her breasts, pulling at her nipples.  There
were goose bumps of excitement on her side and on her arms.  She memorized.
Her hard nipples were begging to be touched.
   Greedy hands squeezed and fondled Julie's naked breasts, buttocks and
pubic areas.  She wasn't able to move, but available to all.  She was
nearly nude, restrained and open to the most intimate inspection by a male
that was possible.
   She thought, someone moved the panties aside and opened her sex with his
fingers.  The man pulled aside her underpants to look at her glistening
crotch and explained his findings to the men around the bed.
   One finger was snaking toward her pink inner lips.  Julie threw her head
back, her back arching, her breasts shoved upward.  There was a deep
guttural moan as she felt the finger move deeper inside her wide open
pussy.
   She couldn't stand the clitoral stimulation, she wanted more, she was
begging.  The intense touches were causing her body to shudder.
   At the hotel, in the suite, yesterday, on the other bed the poor man
began humping his ass up and down.  He couldn't move his own hand as one of
the girls continued to stroke his cock.
   Julie was enjoying everything she saw, and the added attraction of Liz
standing there in front of the man playing with her pussy was a treat for
Julie as well.
   "You like that, don't you, Julie?" one of the men asked, softly.  Her
helpless situation was making me super horny.  "I love to see when the
girl's play with his tool and with their pussies." Julie responded.
   "They all made you hot!" Marque said.  "I guess it was quite a turn-on
for the men as well."
   "The girl masturbating, yes, Liz, she was wild.  Her hips were working
regularly, her fingers sliding in and out of her increasingly wet snatch.
She was extremely turned on.  I can't explain what made her masturbate in
front of such a big audience." Julie said.  "I felt, it was easier to be
touched by someone."
   "Did you ask her, what made her so hot?" Marque asked.
   "You mean Liz, Rita or Lona?  Liz is the name of the woman masturbating.
She was growing explosively hot, her hips hunching, and her pussy on fire."
Julie explained.  "I guess the seminar, the booze and the fact that she
hadn't been fucked by anyone for six months, made her to react like that."
She said.  "There was no hesitation, no reluctance, and no fear of being
too lusty or too hot."
   "I guess the circumstances made you feel free and un-restricted," Marque
said.
   "Before long we were all laughing at what a powerful and naughty
experience we had just started and were sharing with each other." Julie
said.  "However, this was only the beginning."
   "I guess the men were waiting.  They already knew that you deserved some
special treatment," Marques said teasingly.
   Julie moved her index finger against her lower lip and looked at Marques
sexily, batting her eyes.  "Yes, they had planned it all.  They felt, I'd
submit totally for them, and they could do anything they wanted, and I'd to
go along with whatever a woman thinks is best for a man.  I was a sex
addict, and any wanker, jerk, and voyeur could do what he pleased to me.  I
knew, deep inside, I wanted to please them."
   "They assured you that they would be fine and kind to you, but deep
inside they knew that soon the males in the room would keep Julie very
busy?" Marque asked.
   "I knew they would." Julie said.  As a young woman, she considered that
part of her anatomy to be private and it took some time before she let any
of her boyfriends touch her there.
   "You are a very attractive woman, Julie.  One of the reasons they wanted
to do this is because it pleased them all to show you off a bit."
   "You think so?" Julie asked.  It was kind of naughty to finger her
bottom but whenever she did it was the most exciting thing ever.
   "You look perfect, my precious little Julie.  I would like the dress
raised, though.  Pull it up for me." Marque said.  "Continue with the
story."
   Julie slid the hem of her dress upward, glancing at Marque from time to
time, to see when he wanted her to stop.  When Marque failed to give her a
sign, she stopped just at the tops of her stockings.  She looked really
good like that, but the man wanted more.
   "Higher, dear Julie, I want to see more, much more." Marque said with a
whispering voice.
   She slid the dress up the rest of the way, pulling it up underneath her
ass well, bunching it around her waist.  This was much better.  Her panties
were totally exposed and of course all of her legs and the straps of her
garters were exposed as well.
   "It excites me to pull my dress up for you, Marque," she said, hotly.
   "You have wonderful legs, Julie; I like to see them spread when you
continue with the story." Marque said.  "And you love making men hard,
don't you?  You like to see their big cocks pushing out their pants,
bulging out in front."
   Julie had a weakness for anything that made her feel more feminine. 
During the seminar she had been thinking about important words in her life
"Cock, her own pussy, balls, fuck, eating big bulbous cock heads, doggy
style, spread-open, cum inside, over her face, on her tits, her ass," she
thought all those words as the men moved and arranged her body and opened
her legs further apart.
   There were twelve men in the room.  Plenty of cock, there was black
cock, some very big cocks, and thick cocks, two men at the same time using
her, three, more cocks, and lots of cocks reserved for her.  What excited
her most was that she had no idea what would be demanded of her just that
she would have to obey them all.  She was at the mercy of all the twelve
men in the hotel room.
   This orgy of gang banging went on for hours with Julie taking one man
after another into her pussy or mouth.  They fucked her until all of the
men had completely drained themselves, except for the three quiet en who
after their initial penetration, had only watched the others push their
tools into the bonded women.
   She enjoyed the way Marque was looking at her.  This gave her an
opportunity to tease him, as she had teased the men yesterday.  She started
touching her legs and her wonderfully wet pussy through the thin material
of her panties in front of Marque.  She was pulling her skirt up to just
below her panties.
   Yesterday, in that hotel room, Julie also gave the men time to fully
take advantage of her exhibitionism and teasing.  Julie looked at Marque
and swallowed hard, then slid the thin straps of her dress over her
shoulders and lowered it, totally exposing her firm tits and now rigid
nipples.
   She toyed with her nipples, pinching them in front of Marque, and worked
two fingers of her other hand in and out of her sex, masturbating herself.
She had slipped down in the coach a bit and her head was lying back against
the seat, her eyes closed tightly.
   "So what were the plans they'd made for you?" Marque asked.  He was
getting curious, excited and eager to know more at the same time.
   "They had made plans related to the exposure of my body." She said.
   "All those men in the room, they wanted you tied so they could use your
body for their pleasure." Marque remarked.
   "They told me before we started, there would be absolutely no touching
or sex, but actually, imagined they might want to touch me a little." Julie
said.
   "Did you want them to touch you anywhere they wanted?" Marques asked. 
"You probably wanted them to be able to touch your breasts and your ass and
your legs and your pussy?"
   What happened at the hotel, thirty minutes after the initial start of
the bondage and tease play?  Julie was on the bed, almost naked, her
clothing scattered about the room, where it had landed when tossed to the
side by the men who had stripped her.  Julie speared her middle finger
between the lips of her cunt, she moved her hips against her hand in a
fucking movement.
   Her legs were lewdly spread apart.  Her juices coated her inner thighs,
ran down the crack of her ass.  Her breasts were wet with saliva, her
nipples hard like little stones, and her pulse was rapid.  She was the
center of attention.  They had fingered her pussy, kissed her, licked her,
she had felt tongues and busy fingers all over her body.
   One of the men said, "She is simply a very hot and very sexy woman who
enjoys showing off to others.  Look at that lovely ass."
   A man in his forties told to a young tall sporty looking man: "You can
touch her a bit as she moves in the bed, if you like, and you can talk
dirty to her if it pleases you to do that, but you will not attempt to grab
her or pull her to you, nor will you expose yourself to her." He wanted to
exercise some authority and stick to the agreement.
   There is always someone playing boss in group of men.
   "When I say it's time for her to be used by the next man, she will
accept that freely, without any interference from those watching." The
bossy man explained
   "We need to have some rules," Another big man said.  "We need to be kind
to her.  We promised not to hurt her." He was stroking his big cock through
the material of his pants while he was talking to his audience.  A wet spot
was growing at the tip of his cock head.  Pre-cum was leaking.  The man was
horny as hell.
   Julie looked at Marque and said, "The meaning of his gesture was clear.
I was surprised how quiet the men were.  They didn't call me names.  They
were gentle.  They felt my body with their hands.  But they all treated me
with gentle kindness."
   Marque was highly aroused by her skillful exhibitionism.  She slid her
hand between her legs pressed the index finger against her wet panties
crotch.
   At the hotel, she had praised herself.  She handled the male crowd
beautifully, allowing them to run their hands up her legs, to cup her ass,
to pinch her nipples, and even to run their fingers along her wet slit.
   No one seemed willing to ruin what was an unbelievable opportunity for
them, so things remained in control.  They admired her beautiful breasts
and someone kissed her softly on the neck, watching as her panties were
stripped from her.  There was a man coming up with a pair of scissors
crossed.
   That moment the crowd crossed an important border line.
   She slid downward in the coach, her legs splayed open and Julie began
rubbing herself with one hand, while her other hand cupped and squeezed her
naked breasts.  She was really hot and really into showing off, and Marque
felt sure she would come really hard for him.
   The moment her panties had been cut away, the room exploded in applause,
the men were genuine in their appreciation.  They appreciated the
magnificent show of sexual power and heat.  Her tied up position showed a
wide open pussy.  It was now freely available for their hungry eyes and
trembling fingers.
   Her hand moved between her legs, and Marque watched as her fingers slid
inside herself.  Suddenly, it was more than he could handle.  Julie found
that Marque was very excited sexually.
   She cleared her throat.  "Being a visual teaser and sex object is one
thing.  But becoming a cock teasing fuck machine that has to take all that
horny meat available in the room was more than I had planned.
   There was one guy that was getting pretty hot.  He suggested that they
should be able to use my body for their own pleasure." She said.  "The
opportunity made him to step forward, to take advantage of my submission.
He wanted to be the first one to stick his cock into me."
   "So what kind of suggestions did this guy make?"
   Julie seemed uncomfortable for a while, "Well you know?" She said.  "I
was prepared to have them watching, maybe touching but I hadn't imagined
they would fuck me, use my mouth, fuck my tits, ass.  I wasn't prepared for
the multiple orgasms that I was about to experience." She concluded.
   "I take it from your reactions that these suggestions were of a sexual
nature?" Marque said.
   "He said that I'd be their sex slave." Julie said.  "That was a new
statement.  The rules we had agree about had been abandoned."
   "That turned you into a hard-working sex worker who had to do what they
demanded."
   "I didn't have much of a choice." Julie said.  "When the first cock was
pushed into my dripping pussy, I tried to resist but my position was
hopeless."
   "Did you have to do blowjobs as well?" Marque asked.
   She nodded and looked down.  "Yes, sure, yesterday I had to take more
cock into my mouth than ever before.  It was quite an experience."
   "One of them, I must admit, he had a very big cock, asked me, `tell me
Julie do you want to suck me?' He moved over to me, his cock was out of his
pants.  Kneeling over me at my head, he demanded me to move my head, to
open my mouth and to start sucking.  Pre-cum was dropping down on my chin
and nose.  My head was locked in position and the big swollen head was
pushed into my mouth.  He said, `suck, and make me cum!'"
   Marque was just amazed.  "Did you feel just as helpless and alone as you
feel now?" he asked.  "Is it a part of the excitement that you have to
submit yourself, not to the men, but to your deep rooted inner feelings,
your sexuality, your hunger for attention, cocks and desire?  The need for
sex and pleasure is so deep in your body, sole and mind that you enjoyed
every touch, each cock in your mouth and pussy?"
   Julie was all their, collared and hogtied, arms laced and strapped
behind her back, mouth ready and accessible.  A new erect cock was proposed
at the level of her lips as the man brought his hips to her face.  "I'm
going to fuck your throat now." Julie's only response was a moan as her
mouth opened to the man's cock, and the hunger in her kiss fueled his
erection.
   The man brought his cock head to her lips.  She reached for it and
wrapped her lips and tongue around it, and he eased forward, slipping into
her wet and tender mouth.  Everything that happened took her dep the wrong
way.
   Marque knew it.  There is no feeling like that, anywhere.  He imagined,
she could do nothing but suck him with all her attention.  He said,
"Fucking someone's face is intensely personal, using the place whence woman
breathe and eat and speak purely as a fuck-hole is a very pleasurable
experience."
   Julie told that she moved her head as much as she could.  She tried to
pull back a little more than he wanted.  The cock dived in deeper in her
throat.  She really couldn't move her mouth more than an inch or two, and
the man took full advantage of having total control over her sucking him.
"He slid in and out of my mouth slowly and evenly, and then went deep,
cutting off my air.  He wanted to cum in my mouth."
   Marque imagined the feeling of Julie's throat muscles contracting around
his cock head.  His daydream damn near made him come right away, but he
eased back, wanting to savor this.
   Marque wanted to feel how she gulped and gasped through her nose, how
she pulled just a little tighter and he went deep again, feeling her tongue
almost licking his balls.  Drowned in his own thoughts, he listened to
Julie's story.
   Julie told how her head was held completely still now by another man. 
"The man with his cock in my mouth couldn't control himself, his hips
bucked and his enormous cock filled my mouth and reached deep into my
throat, and I certainly struggled and choked on it."
   "Did you enjoy it?" Marque asked.
   Julie explained to Marque how she kept her mouth open, swallowing the
man, as his hips ground into her face and he came!  "And he came, and came.
I was involuntary gagging, squeezing it out of him, and sucking him dry.  I
had to take all that cum until his cock slipped out of my mouth."
   "They un-strapped my knees and untied my ankles.  My legs were spread,
invitingly.  They took notice of my swollen pussy, practically radiating
heat, and a new man rolled over me, between my legs, this time, a new hard
cock was pressed into my pussy.
   They wanted to give my ass the freedom to move and respond." Liz had
been arranged to lie back on the pillows for maximal penetration.  "They
could feel my vulnerability and anticipation, my need to come soon.  They
knew as well as I that an orgasm would open me up yet further, and make it
easier to slip into my slippery fuck channel.  I hadn't counted that it
would be frequented by all the men in the room, except one.
   "You mean the man that was tied for the pleasure and use of the horny
women in the other bed?" Marque commented.
   "Yes, they were sucking and riding his pole."
   "How could he manage the three women?"
   "He was doing well."
   "Do you want to know what we're going to do to you?" They asked.  They
were stroking down there, and m pussy soon opened enough to admit three
fingers, then four.  And with each additional finger I moved my body just a
little more, slowly gyrating on their touching hands.  I was feeling how
they all were pushing their fingers into me and opening my pussy."
   "They finger-fucked you for a while," Marque said.  "They used your
mouth, but when they got hornier, they wanted more of you."
   "Yes, one man said he was amazed at how wonderfully good my pussy
looked, wide open for all of them." Julie said.  "They just loved fingering
me there, knowing how vulnerable it was making me feel, this intensely
sexual, unavoidable, and humiliating touch."
   "Surrounded by all those wild animals, was it scary?" Marque asked.
   Julie described how they changed tactics.  "A big man put his cock at
the entrance of my pussy, and slid into my slippery love hole, deep inside
and my cunt grabbed his cock and made love to it.  This was where I had
wanted to get cocks; I'd been starving for so many weeks." Julie explained.
   "You have been starving for man meat?" Marque asked.  "You didn't get
any here?"
   "His hips pulled back a little, and then thrust again into my wet pussy.
I was hot, and tight." Julie explained.  "His dick was real hard."
   In the bed, Julie's pussy lips were stretched around her intruders cock
at her entrance, squeezing her cunt around his cock.  It felt like he was
opening her with his cock, making a space where there had been none before,
fucking a new bigger hole in her.  She began rocking like in a sling, and
the man moved with her.
   "It was pure lust when his cock started to fuck me in a steady rhythm."
Julie explained to Marque.
   The man fucking her reached around her with his right hand, and started
stroking her clit again.  She thrust her hips upward, impaling herself on
his cock, begging him with her eyes and her pleading moans to stroke her
harder.  The man obliged, he kept pumping his huge meat into her pussy.
   "There was this young man watching from a distance and wanking his organ
like there was no tomorrow.  He shot a rope of cum across to the floor
landing right on my face." She explained.
   Marque had an intense feeling of her pussy sucking at the head of his
swollen cock, feeling her frustration, urge and need.  He wanted to
experience the teasing light strokes into her wetness.  Then he imagined,
how he dripped more lube form his cock and started pulling all the way out
then going all the way in, rapid, slick strokes that made her pussy start
contracting around his cock.  She wasn't coming, not yet, but she was
pre-coming.  This woman was wild, like an animal.  She could never get
enough.
   Julie said, "He kept stroking my clit, and I kept coming..."
   Marque felt himself at the very edge, the orgasm gathering behind his
balls; with deep engorged thrusts he thought he threw his huge organ into
her.  He felt how his cock bulged with the force of a coming orgasm, his
cock pumping come deep into her, cock and her pussy coming together,
milking each other.  There was another wave of it, and another, still
fucking her, their bodies shook as they spent in a most intimate embrace
and consummation.
   "Marque, what are you doing," Julie said.  He had dropped his pants and
taken off his shirt.
   His cock twitched with precum dripping and his balls were holding up
tight and ready to explode.  Marque was now totally naked in front of her.
She smiled and let her eyes wander over him, Marque standing with his legs
spread unnaturally, stretching his body forward.
   His genitals hung free and glaringly exposed.  He moved one hand over
his buttocks, feeling and squeezing.  His erection had grown into enormous
proportions, to her satisfaction.
   He used his fingers and carefully spread pre-cum over the head of his
penis, causing it to surge rigidly upward.
   The fingers now played with his testicles, one by one, moving them up
and down, feeling their shapes, feeling the shaft at the base of the penis.
Finally, with two fingers, moving the foreskin back, further back, squeezed
the very tip of the glans, forcing out a clear steam of pre-cum drops.
   This man is wonderful, Julie thought.  "I need to tease him until he
learns to masturbate without permission."
   Marque was conscious of his balls hanging down in full view of Miss
Julie.  He jellied the tip of the phallus, his glans felt slippery.  He
started stroking with his eyes closed.
   "You may orgasm instantly, if you do that, Marque." Julie said.  His
cock jutted straight out, pointing slightly upward.
   Julie was happy; her nipples began to harden as she lightly stroked
them. She reached between her legs and felt the outer lips, running a
finger between the labia to release a pool of wetness.  She stroked the
clitoris and carefully inserted a finger into the opening of the vagina. 
More wetness flowed out.
   She noticed how he is fighting the phallus again.  Then he finally began
to moan and masturbate faster, suddenly reaching orgasm with furious
intensity, Julie now lay on the coach with her vulva gaping open and her
buttocks held slightly aloft and split violently apart.  He moaned and he
stroked.
   She was amazed with the generous size of Marque's cock.  Then she
concentrated on her clitoris which was fully erect.  Suddenly a violent
orgasm overcame her and she screamed and twisted with spasms.
   "Imagine the horror for me being there on the bed.  Eleven men can come
up with pretty obscene ideas when they get excited.  They wanted me to
spread my cunt for those sex addicts with dripping erections." Julie
screamed as she orgasmed.
   Marque had moved close to her.  His wanking hand was moving with 100
mph.
   Julie continued to talk: "One of the younger men said, please spread
that lovely pussy for me," Marque was pumping his huge dick like there was
no tomorrow.
   "I want to see you all naked," Marque said.  The idea of a pretty little
teasing session in the hotel suite had gotten out of hand.  The men around
Julie had all been real horny.  When Julie was down to just her flimsy
panties, they had opened her pants with a scissor.  A few minutes later she
had been all naked down there.
   "I was tied in a new position." Julie said.  "There was not way for me
to resist.  "The crowd of men around me that had been watching and jacking
themselves off was pretty close to cuming one by one."
   "They couldn't resist using you for real," Marque said.
   As Julie sat back on her haunches, catching her breath, Marque grabbed
her by the hair and forced his cock into her mouth just as he started
spraying gushers of cum.
   He got most of it in her mouth, but a lot of it splattered on her face
too.  Julie swallowed what she could.  She was happy.  Marque knuckles were
covered by own cum.  There was a happy smile on his face.
   "I couldn't resist," Marque said.  "I wanted to use you too.  I'm glad
that you disposed your lovely mouth for my cock.  It was wonderful to have
your lips around my glans."
   Julie thought about the situation in the hotel.  "I was there on the
bed, nude and cum covered, looking totally humiliated, like a slave woman
who knows that she has no other right but to give pleasure to the men."
When seh looked up at the men standing around her and repeated the things
they told her to say.  "I am a whore.  I love cock.  I should be having
more.  Oh, God, I am so bad.  I am a worthless slut."
   Marque knew better.  "Julie, you are a wonderful woman," he said.
   "Fuck me.  Please fuck me.  Please fuck my cunt!" Julie moaned.  "Stick
your big dick in my pussy."
   She looked at his fuck meat hanging half hard between his strong thighs.
Horny me are like animals in heat, they simply have to fuck!  Marque shot a
reasonable load all over her face, but he wasn't finished with her yet.
   Still, it was kind of fun watching him playing with himself.  Julie
thought, sometimes he'd just sit on the stool with his legs spread and his
cock poking out, and beat off until he came in his hand and then he'd lick
up his own cum.
   His mighty slong was all shiny, the big veins standing out like ropes
along his shaft.  His legs were spread and he was leaning back, with his
right hand sort of groping his cock and balls.  He wasn't jerking off, just
playing with himself.  Julie watched at him with admiration and lust.
   Julie thought about their first meeting in her garden.  She had been
working with the flowers.  Marque had watched her moving and bending.  He
was kinda squeezing his stiff cock inside his jeans, where it was poking
down his right leg.  Julie had seen it and she loved to tease him.
   Marque stroked his pole a couple of times full length.  All of a sudden
he gave a real quiet gasp, right then, that same moment as he started to
ejaculate, Julie turned around from her squatting position and viewed the
spasming cock spurting out jizz inside his trousers.
   Julie didn't have him to explain the cum stains on his jeans.  From the
big spot around his cock head, Julie could tell the had cumed real good. 
The man had been blasting a huge load of thick white cum in his jeans.
   "What happened?" She asked.  "I want an explanation!"
   He looked completely serious and Julie kind of laughed.
   "Julie, I was looking at you and it got me so aroused that I had to do
something about it." He said with deep shame in his voice.
   * * *
   The afternoon at the office was over.  There was a surprise plan waiting
for her.
   She was somehow embarrassed when even she touched her herself.  Now she
had to stand in the middle of the room as they put on the blindfold.  She
felt her pussy tingling with her own juices.
   It had been almost a month since Julia's first foray into the exciting
world of dominance and submission and she had told Marque that she had
partly enjoyed the adventure.
   The idea of just putting on a blindfold was now enough to cause her
pussy to literally drip with excitement.
   Unknown people gathered around her.  It only took a moment before the
blouse and skirt tumbled to the floor leaving Alicia completely nude.
   She had imagined herself on display as though at a slave auction.  Her
long tanned legs were stretched tight down and wide apart.  She felt
herself tremble as she wondered if some of the guests planned to touch her
down there.
   Her ears strained to identify the sounds of people around her as they
walked all around her.  She felt her nipples betraying her excitement as
they stood to attention under the gaze of her admirers.
   "Our sex slave is now available for all of us." Someone said.
   They had her to bend over to get a perfect view of her pussy from the
rear.  There was a comment, "From all the excitement her pussy lips are
puffed out and swollen."
   It occurred to her that the view from the rear also perfectly exposed
her anus.  She wondered what they would do next.  It was impossible to make
a count of the number of men in the room.  Six to ten she guessed.
   Suddenly she felt a little embarrassed.  She felt strong male hands
stroke gently upward and come to rest with one on each buttock.  From the
front someone pinched her nipples.
   She tried to clench her cheeks but in her bent-over position it was
impossible.
   Just the idea that she was holding herself open in this obscene position
for her male admirers to inspect her was the most naughty thing she had
ever done.
   All the men in the room would know her, but she would never know who had
been using her body as a pleasure tool.  Someone with handy fingers
continued their dance in her cunt.
   A new wave of shame went through her body.  Somebody was examining and
touching her sweet pussy, while dripping its juices.  She groaned out loud
at the feel of stranger's experienced, soft and alluring, tongue against
her private place.
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