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This is a complete work of fiction and any resemblance to any person,
living or dead, is purely coinidental. This work stands on its own and
is not intended to induce, promote or condone any of the actions within.



Golfing with Karen 
by Crowbar




I drove into the parking lot of the golf course and found a spot near the clubhouse. I’m not a big golfer, but 
my husband had committed me to playing golf with him, his boss and the boss’s wife next week. So my 
husband suggested I get out in the afternoons to work on my game. I drove to a nine hole course on the 
outskirts of town, assuming the courses out here would be less crowded. It appears I was right. The parking 
lot was nearly empty. I pulled my clubs out of the car and left them outside the clubhouse as I went in. 
There was a group of men gathered around the pro-shop counter. I walked up and asked the man behind 
the counter if I could play a round.

“Well certainly Miss, there’s nobody on the course, but you might want to get out there quick before these 
old fellas. They might slow you down if they get out in front.” The three other men laughed when they 
heard this. They were all about 50 years old look reasonably fit. They also appeared to have the well 
tanned appearance of men who had spent a lot of time on the golf course. 

“Bill, is that any way to talk about your regulars?” the nearest one asked.

“It might be better if these gentlemen go first. I’m really just learning the game and I am out here to work 
on some things” I said blushing. I was a little embarrassed that I was just a beginner. I was also a little 
embarrassed because I probably wasn’t dressed much like a golfer. In fact I looked more like a tennis 
player because I had figured that my tennis skirt and zip top was the closest thing I had to golf clothes. I 
was a member at the our local tennis club and played quite regularly to keep my 32 year old 5 foot 4 
inches frame in good shape.

“Well ma’am, if you don’t mind walking around with a trio of ‘old fellas’, we’d be happy to give you some 
pointers to help you out along the way,” offered another one of the men.

“That’s very generous of you, but I wouldn’t want to slow you down. I’m really not that good. I’m just 
trying to get some practice in because I have to play a game with my husband, his boss and his boss’s 
wife,” I said.

“Even more reason for us to help you out. Please, we insist,” the man said. The other two men were 
nodding in agreement. How could I refuse such a generous offer?

“In that case, thank you. I’d be happy to play with you guys. My name is Karen,” I offered to shake 
hands.

“My name is Roger” said the shortest “and this is Don and Fred.” I shook all there hands and we headed 
out the door to the first tee.

My suspicion that they where all good golfers was immediately confirmed by the long drives each made on 
the first tee. Nervously, I grabbed a club and a ball from my bag and walked up to the lady’s tees. I took a 
couple of practice swings and then stepped up to hit the ball. Surprisingly I made fairly solid contact and 
hit a low shot down the middle of the fairway. 

“Well, there are no tips needed there. That was a pretty athletic swing. I think we might be getting 
sandbagged fellas,” said Don.

“Sandbagged?” I asked smiling.

“He means you don’t look as bad as you led us to believe. Your swing did look quite athletic, how much 
do you play?” asked Roger as we started walking down the fairway.

“Only about once a year. I do play a lot of tennis though, about three times a week. I was surprised how 
well I hit that shot” I told them.

“The tennis explains the athletic swing. Let’s see you do it again” said Don as we came up to my ball.

I grabbed another club from my golf bag and walked up to my ball. I made what I thought was a good 
swing, but it didn’t feel right when I hit the ball and it only rolled about twenty yards forward. “Topped it” 
said Fred.

Embarrassed, I took my clubs up to where the ball lay and tried to hit it again. The result was virtually the 
same. In fact, it took five more shots like this to get to the green. Each of the men had hit their second 
shots on the green and had patiently waited for me. I was feeling very hot and flustered as I walked up to 
the green. “It’s okay ma’am” said Roger. “Just try to relax. The more worked up you get the harder it is to 
hit it right.”

All the men made par on the hole with two putts and I managed to only require three putts to get it in the 
hole. As we were walking to the next hole, Roger asked me to stop in order to show me something. He told 
me not to swing as hard and to try and focus on making good contact. He had me try a few slower swings 
to practice and we proceeded toward the second tee. Don and Fred had already hit two long drives, but 
Fred’s had found the trees. “Come on Roger, you old dog. It’s your shot, we’ve got Fred in the trees” said 
Don.

Roger placed his ball on the tee and I sat down on a bench facing him. I was still feeling a little hot from 
the nervousness and embarrassment of the way I was playing. I unzipped my top a little, not realizing the 
noise it would make just as Roger swung at the ball. The ball barely rolled thirty yards. In fact it had not 
even made it to the lady’s tee. Fred and Don were laughing uncontrollably. Roger was red faced and 
looked at me. “I’m so sorry Roger” I said.

“That’s okay Miss” Roger replied as he started to walk towards his ball.

“Wait a second Roger” called Fred. “That drive didn’t make it past the lady’s tee. Aren’t you forgetting 
something?”

“You guys can’t be serious. We’re playing with a lady” said Roger.

“Rules are rules” said Don.

I was confused. “What are you guys talking about?” I asked.

“Well Miss, it’s a rule that we’ve always played with” said Roger “If a guy doesn’t hit it past the lady’s tee 
on his drive, he has to walk up to the ball with his uh… penis hanging out of his pants. It’s called a dick-
out, and I don’t think we should use that rule today.”

“Roger, the rule is there for a reason. It’s to add a little extra pressure to the game. You can’t just do it 
when you want to. I’m sorry ma’am, but rules are rules. Maybe you’d like to just take a little walk away 
while Roger does this” said Fred. Roger looked helplessly at me.

“Roger, I’m a married woman. It’s not like I haven’t seen one before. Just get it over with.” I told him.

Roger gave me one last look and then unzipped the front of his pants. He fished around inside and pulled 
out his dick. As he did, I gave an audible gasp. Roger’s penis was easily twice the size of my husband’s and 
it wasn’t even erect. “Looks like you’ve made an impression” said Don.

I quickly tried to regain my composure and picked up my golf bag. As we walk toward Roger’s ball, I 
couldn’t help noticing his penis becoming more erect. It was sticking out of his pants a full ten inches and 
there must have been at least two more inches inside. Roger walked up to his ball and hit it quickly. 
Somehow, he hit a good shot straight down the middle. I grabbed my club and ball and quickly ran up to 
the lady’s tee. I tried to concentrate on hitting it, but all I could see was Roger’s erect penis in my mind. 
Somehow, I managed to hit a good shot down the fairway. I turned around to see Roger facing away from 
me still trying to get everything put away.

“Come on Fred. Let’s go find that ball of yours in the woods. I think Roger’s had a hard enough time” said 
Don laughing. He and Fred started walking down the side of the fairway where Fred’s ball had gone and at 
some point ducked into the trees.

I looked back at Roger, still facing away from me and trying to fix things. “Roger, are you okay? Is your 
zipper stuck?” I asked.

“No ma’am. I have a bigger problem” replied Roger.

I went around to see what Roger was doing and I saw his problem. The problem was to get his monster 
penis back in his pants while it was still erect. “Oh, Roger. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault” I said.

“That’s okay Miss, this is something I have to deal with. Although, it’s pretty hard to get this thing to settle 
down with such a beautiful woman around” said Roger.

“I wish there was something I could do” I told him.

“No Miss. I couldn’t ask a young married woman like you to do what’s needed here” said Roger.

I think I knew what he meant, but I still found myself asking while I starred at his erection. “What’s that 
Roger?”

He looked over at me and said “I need someone to suck my cock.”

The next thing I knew I had dropped to my knees and had three inches of Roger’s cock in my mouth. I’m 
not sure what came over me. All I was thinking about was how I wanted that big cock. I gradually pumped 
up to six inches of it into my mouth. It didn’t take long before Roger let out a groan and started to cum. 
My first reaction was to pull away, but Roger reached down to hold the back of my head and prevent me 
from escaping. As a result, I found my mouth getting pumped full of sperm very quickly. I had no choice 
but to swallow it. Surprisingly, I enjoyed the taste and stopped trying to pull away. In fact, I felt some 
disappointment that it was over so soon. I made sure that after Roger’s dick had stopped spewing sperm, I 
cleaned him up with my tongue.

What had just happened? I didn’t even really enjoy oral sex with my husband. We had tried it a few times, 
but I never let him cum in my mouth. And here I had willingly done it with a man who I had known less 
than an hour. I also felt a yearning to do it again.

“Thank you kindly young Miss. It’s been a while since I’ve had a pretty girl like you drain this monster” 
said Roger.

“I feel I should thank you Roger. I enjoyed sucking your cock and swallowing your cum. You’ve got a 
very nice prick. I’ve never seen one so big before” I told him, getting off my knees.

“Your husband has a small dick, does he?” asked Roger.

“I never thought so before, but it’s less than half the size of yours. I am embarrassed to say that my 
husband’s dick is the only one I’ve known until now. How long is yours? Have you measured it?” I asked.

“Yep. Twelve inches long and five inches around” replied Roger proudly.

 We walked quickly up the fairway to discover Don and Fred just emerging from the woods. “Well, we 
found it, but all I was able to do was knock it back on the fairway” said Fred.

We all got to the green in good order, but I noticed Don beginning to stare at me while I was about to hit 
my putt. “Excuse me ma’am. It looks like you have something on your face” he said.

I put my hand up to my cheek and felt something sticky. I looked at my fingers and there was no denying 
what it was. “Holy cow! It’s cum” said Don as Fred came over to take a look.

“Roger was kind enough to let me suck him off” I said shyly, as I found myself licking off my fingers. 
There were now noticeable growing bulges in the pants of Fred and Don. My embarrassment at being 
caught was being overshadowed by my desire to do it again.

“Well ma’am, my cock is at your service if you need a mouth full of cum again” said Don. “Mine too” 
added Fred.

“Thanks guys, but what I need right now is to cool off a bit” I unzipped my top completely so it wide open. 
Then I unhooked my bra and pulled it off. My tits were now free for all to see. I have to say that I am 
fairly proud of my breasts. They have remained a full firm 36 D cup since I was 21. I really wanted to 
impress these guys and I was getting so horny that I really wanted to show them off.

“That’s a mighty fine set of knockers you have there ma’am” said Fred.

“Thank you, Fred. How about a new rule? If anyone makes a birdie I’ll suck him off” I told them. I put 
my bra into my golf bag.

“That’s awfully kind of you ma’am. I’ll be shooting at all the pins today. But I think Don is the only one 
with a birdie putt on this hole. Let’s see if he can make it” said Fred.

Don prepared to putt the ball. He still had a noticeable bulge in his pants and his 12 foot putt rolled just 
wide of the hole. “Fuck!” he said “Now that’s pressure!” 

Everyone gathered up their balls and clubs as we made our way to the third tee. I had a definite spring in 
my step now. I was no longer nervous or embarrassed to be out here with these guys. I was going to be their 
trophy. I was also going to get some more sperm. Just thinking about it was making me wet.

The third hole was a par three. Each of the men found the green with their tee shots. Fred was closest to the 
hole with only a short putt remaining. I was getting ready to hit my shot when I suddenly realized I was 
feeling a bit uncomfortable. So I dropped my club to the ground and with the guys watching open 
mouthed, I pulled down my panties which were soaking wet. I took then off and tossed them to Fred. “This 
is for getting it closest” I told him. I finally hit my shot, but it was short and left.

As we made our way to my ball I notice Fred was sniffing my panties. “Why don’t you give them a taste, 
Fred?” I asked. Fred put them in his mouth sucked on them for while. “That’s mighty tasty pussy juice you 
have there Miss” he said. As they walked together, I noticed that each of the men had large bulges in their 
pants.

Roger and Don both missed their birdie putts on the green. Fred was lining his up and concentrating hard. 
He set up and hit it. At first I thought he did not hit it hard enough, but the ball just fell into the cup with its 
last roll. “Yes!” yelled Fred.

He looked at me and asked me if my offer was still open. “Of course it is Fred. Great shot” I told him.

“Maybe you would like to go into the woods to do this Miss Karen” Fred suggested.

“No Fred. I’d like to do it right here so Don and Roger can see what they have waiting for them if they 
make some birdies. Now let me see your cock” I told him.

Fred unzipped his pants and reached in. When he pulled out his cock I could believe my eyes. It was bigger 
than Roger’s by at least a full inch and was at least as thick. “That’s a lot of cock Fred” I commented.

“Yes ma’am. Do you think you can handle it?” asked Fred

I’m sure going to try, I thought as I dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. As with Roger’s cock, I 
worked my way up to about six inches inside my mouth. Fred seemed to want me to take in more as he 
grabbed the hair on the side of my head and he started pumping his cock deeper in my mouth. “Open your 
throat, bitch” he said as continued to fuck my face. I tried to do as he said and gradually Fred worked it in, 
inch by inch. “Look at this bitch. She loves to be face fucked” said Fred as I finally got it all in without 
gagging.

“She sure does” said Don.

I could feel Fred’s cock swelling as he rammed it into my face. After about two minutes of full face 
fucking, Fred finally started pumping his sperm into me. I tried to get as much in my mouth as I could, but 
Fred was pumping a whole lot of it right into my stomach as his cock was down my throat. When he was 
done, I carefully cleaned the entire length of his cock.

“Ahhh” I gasped.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry I cussed at you and got a little rough. I just got caught up in the moment. Please don’t 
be upset” said Fred.

“I’m not upset Fred. I want to thank you for showing me how to take such a large cock in my mouth. I 
really enjoyed the face fucking. And I really like the thought of being your bitch, so you can call me that if 
you like” I told him. He just shook his head.

“Come on. Let’s get to the next hole. I’ve got to get some of that” said Don.

We all made our way to the fourth tee. “Yahoo!” said Don “A par five. We’ll get some birdies here for 
sure.”

“I hope so” I told them.

Both Roger and Don had perfect drives, but Fred found the trees lining the side of the fairway. I was 
having a grand time. I didn’t worry about how well I hit the ball, and I actually started hitting it better. 
When we got to the green, Don had a very short putt for birdie which he tapped in for a guaranteed blow 
job. Fred had already made bogie and Roger had a chip from off the green in order to make birdie. As 
Roger was getting set to chip, I said, “Come on Roger. Make this putt and you can have this while Don 
fucks my face” and I lifted the front of my skirt to my stomach showing him my pussy.

I don’t know how he managed to concentrate, but Roger made that thirty foot chip. He leaped into the as 
it dropped into the hole. “Hooray!” I yelled. “Okay guys. I’ll get down on all fours and Don, you kneel at 
my face, and Roger, you kneel behind and slide that monster of yours in my pussy.” 

There was no hesitation from Don or Roger. Don’s cock was only slightly smaller than Roger’s. He pulled it 
out and quickly found my mouth with it. I could feel Roger behind me lifting my skirt over my back and 
sliding his cock inside my cunt. Roger filled me like I had never felt before. As he slide it in deeper, my 
instinct was to inhale, and when I did, I sucked Don’s further down my throat. Both cocks where about 8 
inches in and Don asked “Do you want it hard, bitch?”

I nodded yes and Don grabbed the back of my head and began to pump my face. At the same time Roger 
grabbed my hips and rammed his cock into its full length. Both of them fucked me furiously. I could feel 
my orgasm building when Don suddenly began unloading his sperm into me. The taste of his cum and the 
intensified face pounding he gave me as he came, pushed me over the edge, and I had what was, 
surprisingly, my first orgasm of the day. Roger continued to drive on as I cleaned up Don’s cock. When 
Don pulled away, I told Roger to come around and give it to me in the mouth. He pulled out and walked 
around to my face. He said “Open wide, I’m gonna ram this all the way in the first time, cunt.” I opened 
wide and Roger grabbed two fistfuls of my hair slammed the entire length of his cock down my throat. I 
was surprised that I had no gag reflex, but I suppose my throat was getting used to these monster cocks. 
Roger finally started cumming after about a minute of hard face fuck action. After I clean up his dick, I 
thanked them for the fucking.

“I’ve never been called a cunt before Roger, but I really feel like one today. Thank you” I told him.

“You’re quite welcome Miss” replied Roger.

We made our way to the fifth hole, a par four, but everyone had a rough time on this one. Nobody even 
made par, never mind birdie. “That’s too bad, no face fuck for me on this hole” I said.

I thought the sixth hole was going to go without a birdie as well, but Fred made a miraculous shot from 
behind a tree to set up a short birdie putt. When he drained the putt, I skipped over to him, dropped to my 
knees and began fishing around in his pants for his cock. I was about to pop it in my mouth when Fred 
said “Wait a second bitch. I want you over that bench first.”

“Okay Fred. That sounds nice” I told him as I bent over the back of the bench with my hands on the seat. 
Fred came up behind me and lifted my skirt over my back. “Give me a good fucking Fred, but please cum 
in my mouth.”

“I’ll give you a good fucking alright. We’ll see how much of a fuck bitch you really are.” And with that I 
felt pressure against my ass.

“Oh Fred. I don’t know about this. Please use my pussy instead” I pleaded.

“Shut up bitch and hold still, you’re taking it up the ass” and he reached around and stuffed my balled up 
panties into my mouth. At the same instant the head of his cock began to penetrate my asshole. I 
screamed into the panties with pain. I have never had anything in my ass before and this was the biggest 
cock I had ever seen. Fred was ramming me hard trying to make progress up my ass. My eyes were 
watering from the pain, although the initial shock was over and it was becoming slightly pleasurable. After 
another few thrusts, I actually began pushing back to help Fred get his cock all the way up my ass. “See 
that. The bitch wants it up her ass. Don’t you bitch?” he asked.

I nodded yes. I wasn’t sure at first, but I was sure now. I liked it up my ass. Together, with both of us 
thrusting against each other, we finally managed to get all of Fred’s cock up my asshole. Fred was about 
ready to cum. He pulled his dirty slimy cock out of my ass and came around to my face and pulled the 
panties from my mouth. “Do you want to suck this cock bitch?” he asked.

“Yes Fred. Please let me suck and clean your dirty cock” I answered. And with that Fred began fucking my 
face. I could feel all the slime and shit building up around my lips and taste it on my tongue. Fred then 
added sperm to mixture as he spewed into my mouth. I spent several minutes licking Fred’s cock totally 
clean and licking all the build up from around my lips.

“Now, how do you feel ma’am? I hope I didn’t ruin you. You have such a lovely firm ass, I couldn’t resist” 
said Fred.

“I feel fine Fred. It hurt at first and I wasn’t sure if I would like it, but now I’m really sure I like getting 
fucked up my ass. You are so sweet for showing this to me. I love being your bitch. I am learning so much” 
I told him.

At the seventh tee, we passed close by the clubhouse. Roger offered to run up and buy us some 
refreshments. After a few minutes he came back with beer and sausage on a bun for everyone. Everyone 
thanked him. Fred said “I think I’ll just keep mine warm until the next hole” and with that he took the 
sausage from his bun and lift up the front of my skirt. “Spread’em bitch” he told me. I spread my legs 
about two feet apart for him and he shoved his hot sausage up my cunt.

“Oh, that’s so hot! It’s burning me Fred!” I gasped.

“Don’t let that thing fall out bitch. I mean to eat it on the next tee” Fred said.

“Okay Fred. I’ll keep it nice and warm for you” I told him, squeezing my legs together.

We all hit our drives on the seventh hole. Fred and Roger went straight down the middle, but Don and I hit 
ours into the trees on the right of the fairway. “Come on Miss, we can help each other look” said Don. A 
short ways into the woods, there was a gully that was about twelve feet deep. “Our balls are probably in the 
gully. You go down and look for them, I’ll stay up here and help you get down and up the hill” Don told 
me.

“Okay Don” I said. He took my hand and lowered me down the hill into the gully. It wasn’t long before I 
found a golf ball. Then another and another. After about three minutes I had nine golf balls including mine 
and Don’s. I threw Don’s up the hill to him. “Here Don, I’ll throw you the rest of these as well and you can 
help me up the hill” I told him.

“Wait a second there bitch. I have a better idea. Why don’t you just bend over and shove all those golf 
balls up your ass so you can carry them yourself” Don said.

“I’ll try Don” I said. I bent over keeping my legs straight and my ass facing Don so he could get a clear 
view. My asshole was still a little tender from the hard ass fucking I had received from Fred, so pushing in 
the first golf ball made me wince. After that, it felt so good to have something in both my ass and my cunt. 
I could still feel the warmth of Fred’s sausage. I managed to get all eight of the golf balls up my ass. I stood 
up and made it up the hill with Don’s help. “Thanks for the great idea Don. I never thought of my ass as a 
golf ball holder before” I told him. 

“You’re welcome Miss. Now let’s go see how the other guys are making out” Don said. Unfortunately, 
neither Fred nor Roger had been able to make birdie.

At the next tee I sat down on the edge of a bench with my knees wide apart. I pulled up my skirt to 
exposed my cunt and asked “Fred, are you ready for your sausage? I’ve kept it nice and warm for you.” I 
inserted a finger in my cunt to search for the sausage but I quickly realized it had worked its way quite far 
in. “I can’t find it, but I know it’s in there” I told him. 

“Get your hand out of the way bitch. I’ll have to do this myself.” he said. He started by shoving two of his 
thick fingers all the way into my cunt. “You’re right bitch. I can’t feel it. You better not have let it slip out 
or I’ll have to teach you a lesson” Fred told me. I shook my head no, I was sure it was still up there 
somewhere. “Well bitch I guess you need someone to go in there after it then, don’t you?” Fred asked.

“Yes Fred” I said. 

Fred reached into his pocket and pulled out my panties and shoved them in my mouth. Then he added two 
more fingers to my cunt and pushed them as far up as he could. It felt very nice, but I felt stretched as far 
as I could go. “Still can’t reach it bitch. I’m gonna have to use the full fist” He told me. I started shaking 
my head no, I was already stretch to the limit. His whole fist would tear me apart.

“Fellas, you better hold the bitch down” he said to Don and Roger. They moved behind the bench, held me 
down by my shoulders and held my arms behind my back.

“Now ma’am, you shouldn’t have gone and lost Fred’s sausage. He has a right to find it. Now just spread 
your legs open and let him put his fist up your cunt” said Roger. Roger had a point, I suppose I owed it to 
Fred to let him find it. If he had to split me open to do it, it was my own fault. So I did as Roger asked and 
spread my legs apart as far as I could.

“I knew the bitch really wanted it” said Fred. He began to insert his thumb alongside his four fingers in my 
cunt. I groaned with the pain into my panties. He twisted his hand around a few times before he gave a 
sudden push to slide his hand in up to his wrist. I nearly passed out from the shot of pain. In a minute or so, 
the pain had mostly subsided, and I could feel Fred moving his hand inside me. Although the pain had 
been intense, Fred had not torn me apart like I had feared. Now, as he began moving around inside me, 
pleasure began to grow. I started pumping my hips to feel more of his arm inside me. But just when I could 
feel my orgasm building, Fred said “Got it” and pulled his hand and the sausage out of my cunt. I groaned 
with disappointment.

Fred pulled my panties form my mouth and asked “What’s the matter bitch?”

“Please Fred, could you fuck me some more with your hand?” I asked.

“I don’t know” said Fred. “If I do, it ain’t going to be one of those gentle hand fucks like you just had. I’m 
gonna have to pound your bitch cunt with this” He held up his fist. “Is that what you want bitch?”

I gasped “Yes please Fred. Pound my bitch cunt.”

And with that, Fred punched me in the cunt. It didn’t penetrate, but it made me yell with pain. Fred put the 
panties back in my mouth. He punched my cunt a bit harder the next time and made some penetration. 
The violence of the blows had made me instinctively try to close my legs. “Spread’em bitch, or I’m done” 
Fred told me. I didn’t want Fred to stop, so I quick spread my legs as far apart as I could. “Do you need 
Roger and Don to hold your legs apart bitch?” asked Fred. I nodded yes, and the two men sat on either side 
of me on the bench and each pulled one of my legs up to their laps. I felt like a wishbone. Fred’s next blow 
went deep inside me and it was all Roger and Don could do to keep hold of my legs as I thrashed. Fred 
started a rapid pounding that went in and out of my now gaping cunt. As I approached my orgasm I began 
to thrust my hips to meet each blow. Finally I had a massive orgasm that I screamed away into my 
panties, leaving me breathless. Fred withdrew his fist and removed the panties from my mouth. The others 
let go of my legs.

“Thank you guys. Thank you, especially, Fred. You’ve been so nice to me” I said. As I got up, I found my 
legs a bit shaky.

“You’re quite welcome ma’am. It’s no trouble at all really” said Fred, finally getting a chance to eat his 
sausage.

When I was standing I remembered my asshole full of golf balls. I spread my legs slightly apart and tried to 
push them out. I let out a little grunt as I pushed and the men all looked at me just as the first ball fell out. 
Roger laughed “It looks like she laid an egg.” I laughed too. It took me about a minute to get them all out.

The men all hit their tee shots on the eighth hole. All found the fairway. I hit my ball down the fairway and 
walked with the men after it. I began thinking about the things I had been learning that day. Obviously, I 
would have to change the way I lived. I simply couldn’t go back to the unfulfilling sex life with my small 
dicked husband. These men had been so nice to me today, but I couldn’t expect them to let me burden 
them all the time. I wondered how I could meet more men who would be as nice to me as these three 
gentlemen. Roger must have noticed I had something on my mind and asked “Something bothering you 
ma’am?”

“I was just thinking Roger. You gentlemen have been so nice to me today and taught me so much, I don’t 
want to go back to the small dick my husband has. I think I’ll have to leave him” I told him.

“We’re happy to have helped you out Miss” Roger said.

“It’s just that I think I need to find some more men like you guys who are so generous to a lady” I said.

“Well ma’am, you’re going to join us for our weekly golf game. After all, you offered a good face fucking 
after every birdie. It would pretty rude of you to withdraw that after we’ve added it to our rules” said 
Roger.

“Roger, I’d love to provide the face to fuck for your weekly game. You guys are so sweet to keep it in your 
rules. I know this is going to sound so selfish, but I just don’t think a weekly golf game is going to be 
enough to satisfy me” I told him.

“Not to worry ma’am” Fred spoke up. “We’ll simply whore you out to whomever we want. The money you 
bring in will pay for our inconvenience.”

“Fred, you are the most generous man I’ve ever met. You know just how to treat a lady” I told him as I 
kissed him on the cheek.

The three men all hit their balls on the green, but only Don was able to sink his birdie putt. “I’ve just been 
aching to fuck that pretty little face of yours again Miss” said Don, whipping out his cock. I knelt in front 
of him and I placed his hands on the side of my head so he could drive his cock into my face. I quickly 
had all of it down my throat. 

I heard Roger say “Go down to your knees Don.” As Don knelt, I had to go down on all fours to keep his 
cock in my mouth. I then felt something cool slide into my pussy as someone lifted up my skirt.
“Not that way Roger, use the fat end on the bitch” I heard Fred say. I suddenly understood that Roger had 
slide the long neck of his beer bottle inside me. He pulled it out and began working the much thicker end 
inside me. I began to moan with pleasure. Roger had worked the entire fat end of the bottle inside, with 
only a portion of the long neck sticking out. Don continued to fuck my faced with long strokes.

“Step aside Roger, the bitch needs another lesson” said Fred. Roger left the bottle in my cunt. I then felt the 
same coolness on my asshole. I could feel Fred beginning to push a bottle into my ass. “You want this, 
don’t you bitch?” I knew it was going to hurt like hell, but I really did want it. I nodded my head yes, still 
with Don’s cock down my throat. Fred pushed harder and harder until I felt something give with a sharp 
pain. My muffled screams onto his cock pushed Don over the edge and he began pumping me full of his 
cum. I now had a beer bottle up both my ass and cunt and a mouth full of sperm. I swallowed Don’s 
sperm and cleaned him off. I stood up with both of the beer bottles inside me. I felt them with my hands 
and noticed the end of the long necks sticking out of me.

“Thanks for the cum Don, and thanks for letting me hold on to you beer bottles for you guys” I told them.

“Yes ma’am” said Fred. “We certainly didn’t want to litter. And your holes seemed like the right place.”

“I’ll keep them until we get to the clubhouse” I told him. We came to the tee on the ninth and final hole. 
“Well gentlemen, last chance for a face fuck today.” 

Unfortunately all three men hit their drives into the trees on the right hand side of the fairway. We were all 
a little disappointed that there would likely not be a birdie on the final hole. We went into the woods to 
search for the balls. The men were talking together for a moment and then Fred came over to me. 
“Ma’am? Me and the fellas were talking, and seeing as how it looks like none of us will make a birdie on 
this hole, we thought you would be interested in trying something a little different.”

“Okay Fred. I’m sorry I can’t give you guys a blow job with no birdies, but that’s the rule” I said.

“Yes ma’am. We understand the rule and like I said we’d like to do something different, but we’d have to 
tie you up first so you couldn’t run away” Fred explained.

“Oh” I said. My mind was racing, trying to think of what they would do to me that would make me want 
run away. I was sure it was going to be painful whatever it was. I was looking forward to it. “Would you 
please tie me up, Fred?” I asked him. He led me over to a tree. He removed my zip top which had been 
hanging open all day. Fred pushed my back to the tree and Roger started tying my wrists behind the tree 
with an extra shoelace he carried in his golf bag. Don used another shoelace to tie my ankles to the tree.

“Now ma’am, we’ve paid a lot of attention to your holes today, but unfortunately we’ve overlooked those 
big tits of yours” Fred told me. “We just wouldn’t feel right if we didn’t thoroughly treat you like the bitch 
that you are.”

“You men are so sweet” I told them.

“So basically, we’ve decided to whip the shit out of your tits. Roger has gone to get us some of those birch 
branches to use as whips. Is there anything you’d like to say before we make your tits bleed?” asked Fred, 
waiting a second before stuffing the panties into my mouth again.

“Thank you” I whispered. He shoved the panties in and Roger passed out small, long branches to the other 
two men. Don was the first walk up to me. He asked if I was ready and I nodded yes. 

He began whipping one tit then the other. The stinging pain was hard to take and I started to yell into the 
panties for him to stop.After a while Don stopped and with tears in my eyes I looked down on my tits. 
They were covered in red and purple welts from the branch. I looked up and saw Roger getting ready to 
start whipping. “Ready cunt?” he asked. My mind screamed no, but my head nodded yes. He started 
whipping me fiercely. I screamed with all abandon into the panties and shook my head back and forth for 
him to stop, but he continued on until I was thoroughly exhausted. When he stopped, I looked down at my 
once perfect tits and saw them dripping blood and covered in welts.

Fred walked up to me, pulled the panties out of my mouth and said “It looks like Roger’s done a good job 
making those tits bleed. I think we’re done whipping, but I’ve been saving something special for you. It’s 
really the reason I needed to tie you up.”

I have no doubt the look of fear was in my eyes when I asked “What’s that Fred?”

Fred simply walked over to his golf bag and reached into one of the pockets. He pulled out a cigar and lit it 
with a lighter. I knew then what he had planned. I began begging “Oh Fred, please. I don’t think I can do 
that. My tits hurt so bad right now. I really enjoyed the whipping, please whip me some more.”

“No more whipping. Are you my bitch or aren’t you?” he asked, taking a puff on the cigar.

“Yes Fred. I’m your bitch. Please let me be your bitch” I whispered.

“I’m not so sure” he said. 

“Fred, I’m your bitch. I’m just nervous. I really want it, Fred. Will you please burn my tits with your cigar? 
Please? Burn my cunt too while you’re at it.” I begged.

“I knew you were a fucking bitch” he said as he stuffed the panties back into my mouth. He took a puff 
on the cigar and blew the smoke in my face. He then took the cigar and pressed the lit end into underside 
of my left tit and held there for three seconds. I screamed into the panties. Fred only waited for me to stop 
screaming before he pressed the cigar into the other tit. He repeated this many times. At last he let me 
gather my breath. He asked “And what was that other thing you asked for bitch? Oh, I remember.” And 
with that he lifted up my skirt and pressed the cigar into the mound of my cunt. I screamed for several 
minutes. When he was done, I looked at my tits. I had about four burn marks on each one. He had only 
burned my cunt once. He took the panties out of my mouth. “Are you alright ma’am?” he asked.

“I’m fine Fred. Thank you. I didn’t mean to offend you when I asked you not to burn me. I was just 
scared. I really enjoyed it, I’d love for you to do it again to me sometime. Maybe you can burn my cunt 
more next time?” I offered.

“Yes ma’am. I’m sure I’ll do that to you at some point” said Fred.

The men untied me from the tree and I began staggering out of the woods. I noticed I still had the two beer 
bottles sticking out of me. Roger came up to me and offered me my zip top. “Thanks, Roger” I told him. 
We had all picked up our golf balls and were done for the day. I walked over to a garbage can and pulled 
the beer bottles out of me and put them in the trash.

Fred walked up to me and handed me a cell phone. “Here ma’am, this is for you. The fellas and I really 
did enjoy your company today. You’ll be expected to be here for our weekly game. The short skirt and zip 
top are fine and make sure you have some skimpy panties on that we can gag you with. No bras and 
forget your golf clubs, you won’t be playing. You’ll need to shave your cunt every day; if I’m gonna burn 
it or whip it I want to see the results. The cell phone is for me to call you only. You’re to keep it with you at 
all times because I might have to whore you out on short notice. And if I do call, you better drop what you 
are doing and go get your fucking. So you might want to keep a change of your whoring clothes in your 
car. Any questions?”

“No Fred. You’re so nice to arrange this for me” I told him

“Another thing ma’am. I’ll be taking all the whoring money, but I’ll set you up in a little room somewhere 
with an allowance. You will do anything a customer tells you to do. If you do not, I’ll stop whoring you 
and send you back to that shrimp dicked  husband of yours. I’ll tell you to fuck everything under the sun, 
do you understand?”

“Yes, Fred. Please call me anytime. The sooner the better; I’d like to get whoring right away. Let me know 
when you find a room for me and I’ll move out on my husband. I’m looking forward to going home and 
telling him all about my day and that I’m leaving him and his short prick. If he wants to fuck me, he’ll 
have to pay you like everyone else” I said.

“Yes ma’am. Now let me walk you to your car.” As we walked to the car, Fred ripped off my zip top and 
tore off my skirt leaving me naked except for my shoes and socks. “I don’t want you forgetting whose 
bitch you are when you’re driving home.” 

“Don’t worry. I’ll never forget Fred. Thank you so much!” and with that I drove away.

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