HAVING ANNE by Hillbilly

Chapter 5 (MF, FF, Mdom, Wife, Humil)

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  I lay awake a long time that night -- far to one side of the
bed, away from Tom's deep, regular breathing.  I had wiped myself
as best I could after I came in, but no matter which way I lay I
could feel cum oozing a little from my pussy and my ass and I
didn't want Tom to roll over into my wetness.
  The cum leaking out of my pussy belonged to the guy who'd
treated me so bad -- the stocky one who hit me when I asked for
his cock, and would only feed me his cock when I asked him to hit
me.  I wished it was Ben's instead and felt bad for wishing it. 
But Ben's cum was dribbling out of my ass instead, and it was
possible the other guy had put a baby in my belly.  Ben had said
he didn't care who did it but I was beginning to desire strongly
that it would be him.  My ass hurt, but it felt good to be
stretched there again after so long.  And my pussy was a little
sore too from a full, hard day.
  I lay awake thinking of my daughter Ryan.  I expected to see
her appear in the bedroom doorway, looking at me, accusing me, oh
God, telling on me.  Because what more degenerate act could I
have done?  There was nothing more, was there?
  Only... there was Ryan herself -- and the promise I had made to
Ben.  I had told him that Ryan was his if he wanted her -- that
sweet little girl who had looked out at me tonight through the
glass door of her bedroom as I snuck home from fucking.  So yes,
it was possible to go further than I had gone.

  I must eventually have slept, because I found myself
half-waking to Tom's alarm.  He leaned across the bed, put his
arm around me over the covers, and kissed me.  His day-old beard
irritated me, and his breath was a little sour.  I kept the
covers close around me and kissed him back lightly.  Tom bounced
up in his briefs, clearly no worse for whatever drug it was that
Ben had handed me last night to pour in Tom's drink and make him
sleep.  He whistled his way to the shower, another day of golf on
his mind.  I stretched and felt my legs stick together before
they parted.  I needed to wash the dried cum from me.
  I made sure I was in the toilet when Tom stepped out of the
shower, still hiding my shaved pussy from him.
  "Did you wake Ryan?" he asked as he toweled himself.  Tom liked
us to eat breakfast together.  I guess for him it meant we were a
healthy family.
  "Oh, let's let her sleep if she likes -- it's vacation, right?"
 Let me wait as long as possible, I thought, for the look that
would pass from my daughter to me.  I pushed my nightgown up to
my waist and squatted over the bowl to piss.  I heard him grumble
as I flushed.
  I had showered the sticky remains of last night from myself,
and was wrapping myself in a towel, when Tom returned to the
bathroom.  He smiled and pushed me back gently against the
shower's glass door.  As I opened my lips for his kiss, I felt
him part the towel from the bottom and reach for me.
  His eyebrows rose and I smiled weakly back at him as he touched
my bald pussy.  He paused, then explored further gingerly.  At
least I didn't have to hide it from him anymore.
  "Well," I said, blushing.  "Do you like it?"
  "Wow," he said.  "What made you do that?"
  I shrugged and looked away, because I was a bad liar and I
couldn't very well tell him the truth either, that our little
neighbor Nicole had laid me down under a beach shower and had
taken my bush with a razor.
  "I don't know.  I -- was just shaving for my bikini line, you
know, and I -- I just kept going.  It'll grow back."
  Tom explored a little more confidently now, running a finger
lightly over my slit.  But I knew he wouldn't go too far.  It was
pretty far already for Tom, with Ryan nearby.  "Well I don't
know," he said.  "It's just something I didn't expect."  Then he
stepped back a little and grinned like a mischievous little boy,
and opened the towel further so he could look.
  Oh God, I thought.  Now if he sees the magic marker lines
beside my pussy, how am I going to explain those?  He looked a
long time and never stopped smiling, but didn't say anything.
  "You're making me feel very exposed," I said.
  He laughed shortly.  "Well," he said, "what do you expect? 
You're more exposed than you've been in about twenty years,
aren't you?"  He let the towel go and it fell back to cover my
pussy.
  When he left me, I put on my one clean, decent pair of shorts
and a button-down shirt.  I went to the bathroom mirror and
examined myself.  Yes, I thought, it was obvious that I wasn't
wearing a bra.  But I had none of course, and no panties either.
So what was the point of even checking whether I was presentable
when I couldn't do anything about it?
  When Tom and I walked out of our bedroom to the suite's living
area, we found Ryan waiting for us there, watching TV.  So she
had awakened on her own.  She stood up from the couch as we came
in, and I knew real soon that I'd have my hands full with her
today.  She wore a little skirt I didn't recognize.  It rode very
low on her hips, so that the strings of her bikini bottoms were
exposed on each side.  And on her tits she wore just her string
bikini top.  She was gorgeous, tanned, and nubile.  Tom stopped
short and looked at her.
  "Where did you even GET that skirt?" he asked.
  Ryan looked back at him, very nervous I could see, turning a
little from side to side without moving her feet, but holding his
gaze.  "Nicole let me borrow it," she said.  "I like it."
  "You can't wear it, honey!" Tom said.  "Anne -- it's too much,
isn't it?"
  Ryan looked at me.  One eyebrow rose, and that corner of her
mouth lifted.  She folded her arms below her barely covered
breasts.  I think my daughter was looking me over, as I was
evaluating her.  She could tell I was bare below my shirt.  Maybe
she knew I wasn't wearing panties either.  Maybe -- if Nicole had
given her the skirt, what else might Nicole have shared with her?
 What might Nicole have said to my baby?
  Anyway I could see Ben had been right yesterday: my little girl
was ripe to be fucked.  The little skirt was an invitation to
explore beneath it, or pull it down.  One little tug on that
skirt, two little pulls on the string of her bikini top, and
she'd be naked.  She'd be ready too, judging by the open look on
her face.
  They were waiting for me, both looking at me.
  "Well Tom -- you know, it's a swimsuit wrap really," I said. 
"She won't be wearing that much, most of the day."  Ryan's eyes
widened a little, and a smiled curled up from her lips.  I could
almost see the wheels turning in her mind -- the balance of power
between my daughter and me had shifted before her eyes.
  "I think it's tacky for breakfast," said Tom.  "But -- well,
let's just go."  He shook his head and opened the door for us,
and we made our way to the breakfast area together.

  Ben and Nicole were already at our table from yesterday, when
we arrived.  Ben smiled up at me, and I felt myself melting.  He
was a hypnotically beautiful guy, big and broad across the chest,
eyes that held mine as he extended his hand toward the chair
beside him.  And of course I had the memory of his big cock
inside my mouth, my pussy, and my ass.  This morning I really
began to understand that I did belong to him, and I might have
let him have me right there in front of Tom and the whole world
if he'd wanted.
  But he was quickly distracted from me.  Nicole squealed and
held out her arms to Ryan.  "Baby that looks so good on you!" she
said.  Ryan blushed a little and looked down, smiling.
  "She's right, Ryan" said Ben, looking directly into her eyes,
willing my daughter, I thought, to raise her eyes back up to meet
his.  She did -- and began again to rotate on her feet without
moving.  "You guys have a beautiful daughter," he added, without
moving his eyes from hers as she sat beside Nicole.
  "Well," said Tom, letting himself down into the chair by me, "I
myself think we're seeing a little too much of her this morning."
 Ben laughed and poured us all some orange juice from the carafe
on the table, and then engaged Tom in golf talk again, while
Nicole and Ryan whispered together on the other side of the table
from me.  At one point as Ben replaced his napkin on his lap, his
hand strayed casually and rather openly to my thigh, stroking it
and pulling it toward him.  I scooted my chair in so that I was
mostly hidden by the table cloth, and moved my leg so that it
rubbed up against Ben's.  He glanced down at me, smiling, and I
smiled back slightly at my lover.  I took off my shoe and curled
my foot over his calf.
  The next time Ben's hand strayed to my thigh, I looked over to
Ryan and I found her bringing her eyes from his arm at my side to
look back at me.  Her head tilted back a little and her eyebrows
arched.  I broke away from her gaze immediately, glancing at
Nicole to find her smiling, also looking back at me.
  We were in the middle of breakfast when Nathan, the curly
haired teenager we'd seen yesterday on the beach with Ryan and
Nicole, approached the table in surfer swimsuit, tank top, and
sunglasses.  He greeted all of us and shook hands with both Tom
and Ben, I noticed, before stepping over beside Ryan's chair. 
Ryan smiled up at him and Nathan touched her shoulder briefly. 
Ben chatted with him about the beach for a bit, and then Nicole
told us that the three of them -- Ryan, Nicole, and Nathan --
were going for an early session of wind surfing.
  "Ryan's really good," Nicole said to me.
  "Oh, I still fall a lot," Ryan said.
  "But don't worry," piped up Nathan.  "I'm right there to help
her.  She's safe."
  Ben just smiled and nodded as Tom thanked him and pushed away
from the table.  Ben removed his hand from my thigh but I left my
foot curled over his leg.  "Gotta catch the bus for the course,"
he said with a peck on my cheek.  "Have a fun day, babe."
  He trotted off to get his clubs as the three young people
headed the other way, down toward the beach.  Ben patted my thigh
and I opened my legs a little further for him.  Ben laughed and
pointed toward the kids.  Nathan had brushed his hand across
Ryan's ass.  She moved away a little but when he put his arm
around her to draw her back, she stayed close by his side.  And
when his hand dropped again, she let it stay.
  "Ryan thinks she's playing," said Ben.  "But Nathan's ready to
fuck her."
  "I -- I'm not sure if she's playing, or what game it might be,"
I said.  "Ryan caught me coming home last night."
  Ben squeezed my thigh a little harder.  "She was on the balcony
waiting for you?"
  "No, she was inside her room when I came in but... I left my
nightgown on the floor of our balcony when I left, and when I got
back it was folded over the railing.  And then I looked in her
room and -- she was looking back at me."
  "Well, Anne, you know, she was going to find out sooner or
later that you're my slut.  You know that, right?"  His arm was
around my shoulder.  "You sat across the table from her with your
nipples poking out of that shirt.  You may be bigged already, and
you certainly will be by the time you leave here.  What do you
think she'll say when she sees your belly starting to bulge?"
  "I was trying not to think that far," I answered.
  "Good girl," said Ben.  "You don't need to think to be my good
little pussy.  Your leg felt good against mine this morning at
the table.  I'm glad you're starting to realize what it means to
belong to me, Anne."  He scooted his chair back from the table
and opened his arms.  "Come and sit on my lap."
  I glanced up the way Tom had gone.  "Don't hesitate when I tell
you to do something, Anne," said Ben.  "Just do what I say, OK?"
So I stepped over and put myself in his lap, not over one of his
legs but between the two of them so that I could feel his cock
harden between my ass cheeks.  An older couple at the next table
glanced over and smiled at us.
  "Tom slept through the night I trust?"
  "Yes.  But then this morning he saw my pussy was... bare, you
know. I tried to hide it but --"
  "You what?" asked Ben.  "You tried to hide your pussy from
him?"
  He seemed really angry.  I was confused.  "Well -- yes, of
course, I -- what could I tell him?"
  He jerked my legs apart, rough with me, held his other arm
across my throat and pulled my head down so that his mouth was
against my ear.  "I think I have to punish you, Anne," he
whispered.
  "But -- why?  You don't want Tom to know, do you? Do you want a
fight?"  The couple at the other table looked a little concerned.
 I tried to smile, to make them think I was all right.  They
frowned and looked away.
  Ben laughed softly.  "You must be kidding.  Tom is a bit of a
problem for later and we'll have to take care of him.  But I
don't mind much if he sees you're my pussy, and he won't fight
me."  I realized he was right.  Tom would not fight to keep me if
I wanted to go.  It wasn't in his nature.
  "You have to be punished for hiding yourself.  But..." and he
reached up under my shirt and grasped my nipple, and twisted --
that sweet pain he loved to give me.  I gasped and the
gray-haired lady at the other table did too.  "But mainly I have
to punish you because it's what I want to do, and I feel obliged
to do whatever I want to you."  He was speaking loudly enough for
the other couple to hear us.
  He pushed me off of him.  "Go to your suite.  Take off your
clothes.  Wait there."
  I stood for a moment, looking back at him.  But he shooed me
off.  I walked the path back to our suite.
  Once inside, I wandered through each empty room, fingering the
buttons on my shirt, wondering what would be my punishment -- my
punishment for doing nothing wrong, I thought.  Ben had
instructed me to remove my clothes.  I knew I had to do that. 
But I had the sense again, like last night, that I was stepping
away from a ledge into a black unknown.  When would the maid
come?  It began to seem likely she'd find me here again with
Ben's cock somewhere inside me.
  It took me a few minutes to make myself unbutton first one,
then another, then all of the buttons on my shirt.  I unzipped my
shorts and let them drop to the floor, bent over to pick them up,
and walked, with the shirt loose around me, into our bedroom.  I
folded the shorts neatly and laid them on the bed.  Then I
removed the shirt completely and set it on top of the shorts.  I
saw myself in the full length mirror.  My face was flushed.  My
belly was still tight, I thought; my breasts were not large but
very firm; my ass was still inviting.  I was good enough still to
make men want to fuck me.  That did feel nice --
  I heard a single knock on the door.  I knew I had no choice but
to open it.  I ran a hand over my belly as I approached it, then
brought it down between my legs.  Because maybe Ben would take me
as soon as he walked into the room, maybe the punishment would
come later or be forgotten, and I wanted to be ready to take his
cock.  I was becoming addicted: I felt the strong need to be
beneath his body and feel his cum wash over me.  As I felt my
pussy I realized I needn't worry about being ready; my pussy was
very wet and slick.
  I opened the door a crack and looked out.  There was a man
outside but it wasn't Ben -- it was the stocky, curly-haired man
who had hit me and fucked me last night.  He grinned.  "Open the
door, baby," he said.  He had a canvas bag in his hand.
  I know I hesitated.  That was my fault.  It just was a surprise
not to see Ben there, and it took me a moment to think, to make
myself understand that I still had Hto open the door for whatever
man was there.
  His smile disappeared when I hesitated, and he pushed hard on
the door.  It caught me on my knee and then my temple, and I
staggered off balance away from it.  He walked in and slammed the
door shut, dropped the bag, grabbed my arm with one hand and
pulled me toward him.  I stumbled to my knees and he kept me
there, holding me by my hair to keep me in place.  Then he drew
back his hand and slapped me hard on my cheek and mouth -- first
forehand, then backhand.  He let go of my hair and I fell
further, to my hands and knees.
  "You didn't look happy to see me," he said.  "Always look happy
to see a man who's fucked you."  He took hold of my shoulders and
stood me up.  I tasted my lips to see if I was bleeding.  He
said, "Don't worry.  It's too bad, but I can't hit you hard
enough to leave any serious marks right now.  But that leaves a
lot of possibilities."  He held me at arm's length and looked me
over, and ran a hand over my right side from hip to shoulder, and
cupped my tit.
  "I'm sorry," I said.  "I'm happy to see you.  I just -- I was
expecting Ben, that's all."
  "Ben's busy," he answered.  "He asked me to drop by, told me
you'd been bad.  I like it when girls are bad."  He led me by one
arm back to the door, turned me to face it, and pushed me against
it.  "Put both hands on the door," he said.  I did.  He pulled me
back by my waist, so that I had to lean forward and extend my
arms to keep contact with the door.  He pushed down on my back
and I knew he wanted me to stick my ass out for him, and I did. 
I thought he wanted to fuck me so I tilted my pelvis for him and
waited.
  Instead a couple of seconds ticked by and then I sensed him at
my left side.  So I knew he was going to smack my ass, and I
tensed a little.  But when it came I was unprepared for the
magnitude of the impact -- the sound and the pain.  He struck me
on the center of my ass, hard enough to make me cry.  I looked
behind me to see what he'd hit me with.  He had something in his
hand that looked like a black ping-pong paddle.
  "Put your head down!" he yelled at me, so I dropped it between
my shoulders.  The next blow landed on the same spot; then he
concentrated on my right ass cheek, then left; then the next one
landed lower, on the back of my left thigh, taut from leaning
over.  I could feel tears dropping from my eyes.  The pain was so
bad.
  "Do you want me to stop this and fuck you?" he asked, moving
around toward my right side.
  I remembered the question from last night.  "N-no," I said,
between sobs.  "I want you to -- to hit me."  This guy -- I never
did learn his name -- was a true sadist, I thought.  A man like
Ben could enjoy giving a woman pleasure as he savored the control
he had over her, but this man took his pleasure from a woman's
pain.  And that, I decided, as the man rubbed my ass with his
left hand, was why Ben gave me up to him.  This man was a part of
my education.
  "OK," the man said.  "I'll hit you again."  The next blow I
felt was on the front of my right hip.  Three more there, then he
moved back to hit my ass several times again.  When he stopped,
he rubbed my ass with his hand.  "How does it feel?" he asked.
  What could I tell him?  My legs were on fire.  But nothing I
said would make him stop if he wanted to hit me more.  But I had
to say something because a man had asked me a question.  "It
feels like it wants to be fucked," I said -- the first thing that
came into my head.
  He grunted, then took hold of my hair again.  He tugged me
backward, so I pulled myself upright, a little gingerly.  He
pulled me over behind the couch, which faced away from the door
near the center of the room, with a chair and coffee table
forming a little conversation area on the side of the room by the
window.  He shoved me hard, so that I struck the back of the
couch with my thighs, and he took me by my neck and brought my
body down over the back so that my elbows and forearms rested on
the seat cushions.
  "Stay," he said.  I thought he wanted to smack my ass again. 
He was gone for a few seconds and then he reappeared in front of
me with a length of thin rope and a knife.  He smiled at me. 
"No, fuckmeat," he said.  "The knife isn't for your body."  He
squatted in front of me, took my left wrist in his hand, and tied
one end of the rope to it.  I noticed that the knot looked simple
but strong.  Then he ran the rope down to the couch's left front
leg, and he tugged me until my arm was nearly straight.  He cut
the rope and tied it around the couch leg.
  "Don't move your body," he said.
  He tied my right arm in the same way, to the right front couch
leg.  Then he went around behind me, and I felt him tie my left
leg.  He tugged it and I let him pull it a little, sensing that
he was tying my foot to the back left couch leg.  Then he tied my
right leg, just the same.  And then he stepped away from me.  I
wasn't uncomfortable; I could rest my pelvis on the back of the
couch, and neither my legs nor my arms were stretched painfully.
But I couldn't move much, and it was hard to hold up my head.
  I heard the rustle of his clothing.  He moved in front of me. 
He was naked, with the canvas bag in his hand, and his cock was
half hard.  His body was not fat but hefty, not really attractive
to me.  He was hairy.  But I knew he would want me to suck his
cock, and I stretched my neck toward him but I couldn't quite
reach it.  "Try harder," he laughed.  I raised myself on tiptoes
and then when that failed too, I lunged up off my feet,
stretching the ropes holding my ankles to the back of the couch,
balancing on my sore hips.  I reached out my tongue and finally
found his cock.  I pulled it into my mouth, washed it with my
saliva, felt it grow and harden between my lips.  I pulled on the
ropes with my arms to hold myself in place.
  "That's a good slut," he said.  He leaned over my back and set
the bag there.  I felt his hand on my ass.  He extended a finger
into my asshole, rubbing it a little, rhythmically tugging my
body forward and impaling my mouth further onto his cock.  His
cock wasn't huge and I found myself able to take him very deep
without gagging.
  He withdrew his finger and stood up straight and pulled his
cock away from me, and lifted my head.  He showed me the rubber
dildo in his hand.  It was in the shape of an eight inch cock,
and it ended in the kind of handle I'd expect to see on a sword.
He put it to my lips and I opened my mouth for it.  He held my
chin and worked the dildo in and out -- thankfully not hard
enough to really hurt my throat, thank God, but hard enough to
draw a string of drool that ran down the side of my mouth and
down my chin.  Then he stopped with the dildo well inside my
mouth, and slowly pushed it yet further.  I gagged -- this thing
was much thicker than his cock -- but he kept working me and
eventually I felt it pass a barrier.  I tilted my head to give it
a straight path a couple of inches further down my throat.
  He withdrew the dildo from my throat and pushed my head down to
his groin.  I began to suck again on his cock and found it very
easy now to take him all the way down so that his pubic hair
brushed against my nose.
  "I hope you lubed this good," he said, and I felt his hands on
my ass again.  My legs were beginning to tire from the strain of
balancing on my hips.
  Then I felt the dildo pushing at my asshole and I groaned.  I
was still sore from having Ben's cock there last night.  But of
course the man was insistent -- he didn't push hard but he was
relentless.  So I opened my ass for him and felt the dildo's knob
push past my ring.  He paused there and chuckled as I squirmed in
pain.  He did withdraw the fake cock for a moment, and pushed it
in again.  Then he continued to push it slowly into me, stopping
only after what felt like half the dildo must be in me.  And all
the time as he pushed the dildo into my ass, my mouth was being
forced down onto his cock.  He withdrew the dildo again, just a
little, then pushed further a few times until finally he grunted.
  "Make sure it stays there, baby," said the man.  "Until
somebody takes it out."  It was all the way up my ass; I felt its
handle back there.
  He withdrew his cock again and squatted in front of me.  He
brought both his hands to my left tit, and I felt him fit
something to my nipple.  At the same time his hands withdrew, I
felt a sharp, deep pinch there, bad enough to make me gasp.  I
looked below me.  He had put a clamp on my nipple.  I jerked
against the ropes but of course I was stuck.  I struggled but of
course he clamped my right tit too.  Ben had been pulling and
twisting my nipples to discipline me, to get my attention, and
that had been painful -- but nothing like this!  I began to cry
again.
  "I love it when you do that," the man said.  "Now take my cock
again.  I want to cum on your face."  I scooted up a little more,
stretching the ropes, raised my head to his groin, and found his
cock.  It was almost comforting to put something in my mouth, and
I bathed his shaft with my tongue.  In a few moments he leaned
over my back again and then, my God, he hit me on the side of my
ass one more time with that paddle.
  As my body jerked he began to cum.  The first hard spasm sent a
shot of his sperm down my throat, and then he pulled his cock
from me and held my head with one hand while he jerked himself
off, and used the rest of his cum to paint my face.  His cum ran
down off my nose onto the couch.  He held his cock by my mouth
and I remembered Ben had told me always to wash off a man's cock
when he came, so I opened my lips and cleaned him.  Then he
pushed my head down to the seat cushion, and I licked the cum
from there -- because I knew that was what he wanted.  When I
finished I dropped back onto my feet.
  He disappeared from in front of me, then reappeared in his
clothes.  He sat down in the chair near the couch, looked me
over.  "You look good with cum dripping off your nose," he said.
"See you later, fuckmeat." He got up again; I heard the door
open, and close, and I was alone.
  The dildo filled my ass painfully and made me want to shit.  I
wanted to push it out of me.  But -- he had told me to hold it
in.  The clamps on my tits were a sharper, frustrating ache.
  Who would find me, I wondered?  Ryan could come in any time,
for a change of clothes, or a forgotten hair tie.  She already
knew I was unfaithful but my God -- to find me tied to a couch,
with a sex toy sticking out of my ass!  It would probably be the
maid though.  I was hoping for her.  She'd already seen me
sucking a cock.  I could imagine her making me service her.  It
was something I could do.  Just -- please God, not Ryan.
  I put my head down and rested as best I could.  I cried a
little more, but I was exhausted from the night before and I
think I may have dozed.
  But I heard the door open again.  And close.  Then there was a
silence.  I kept my head down, buried in my arms.  I felt myself
trembling, very curious but too scared to check who was back
there behind me.  I heard footsteps, then felt a hand rubbing my
ass, circling one cheek at a time, brushing against the dildo. 
Then I felt a movement deep in my ass as the hand grasped the
dildo and pulled.  I opened my ass again and felt it start to
slide out, aching inside me as it did.  And then when it was
almost out, I felt it twisted and then pushed back in halfway.
  "That's a big cock in your ass," said Ben's voice.  "I think
it's bigger than mine."
  I moaned.  I was so happy it was him behind me.  "He really
hurt me," I said.
  "Yes," said Ben.  "He and I have fun together."  He pushed the
dildo way back up, then pushed on it further to grind it into my
ass until I grunted with the pain of it.  "Very red," said Ben as
he rubbed my ass.
  He walked around to the front of the couch, squatted, and
released the knots holding my arms to the base of the couch.  He
smiled as I straightened and he saw the clamps on my nipples.  He
walked back behind me and I heard his zipper.  He pulled the
dildo from my ass and tossed it onto the floor, and I arched my
back for him. I felt his cock push at me, and I braced myself
against the back of the couch, and spread my legs wide.  I
groaned as his cock slid deep inside my cunt.
  Then as I felt his arms around my waist I straightened so that
he could play with my clamped nipples if he wanted.  I felt his
hands there in a moment.  He pumped me as he moved his face near
my ear.
  "Get ready," Ben said.  He took hold of the clamp on my left
tit, flicked it a few times, and then opened it.  Almost
immediately a deep pain blossomed within my nipple as the blood
rushed back in, and I cried out.  Ben chuckled and said, "We'll
wait a bit for the other one."  I felt as if every nerve in my
body was firing, as the pain in my nipples faded slowly and at
the same time his cock rubbed me so good in my pussy and my sore
ass rubbed against his groin.
  "You should thank me," said Ben, as he grasped my waist again
to push me harder.  "I talked to that boy Nathan -- the one who
wants to get his hands in your daughter's pants.  I used a little
persuasion on him.  He promised to back off of her."
  I was almost too far gone in my own pleasure right then to care
about Ryan but I grunted a thank you.
  "You're welcome," said Ben.  His rhythm switched a little so
that his cock found a spot in me that drove me over the wall into
a fantastic, shuddering orgasm.  "Yes, little pussy," said Ben. 
"You always cum so good for me."
  "Your cock --" I hissed, "is so fucking... good."
  "One more thing about our little friend Nathan," said Ben.  He
held me around my neck with his left hand, and pulled the clamp
off my other nipple as my orgasm crested, the pain somehow
driving me higher, his cock still pumping so good in me.  I
cried; I could no longer tell the difference between the pain and
the pleasure.
  "I did have to tell him he could fuck you," finished Ben.
  I came down slowly, sagging into Ben's arms, resting my legs
against the back of the couch, my back against his chest, my head
on his heck, his cock still hard in my pussy, my feet still tied
loosely to the back of the couch.
  "You told my daughter's boyfriend he could fuck me?" I asked.
  "It's your choice," said Ben.  "He'll take either pussy.  I'm
sure he'd rather have Ryan's if it comes with a cherry."
  The door opened and we turned to look.  The maid.  She paused
inside the door, not surprised -- she'd found us here before --
just smirking.  As she moved quietly into Ryan's bedroom Ben
whispered into my ear, "Untie yourself and go to her.  I want you
to go down on her."
  "But you haven't cum yet," I whispered back.
  He laughed.  "I know your pussy's hungry.  I'll do you later,
baby.  Right now fuck the maid.  But remember, I told Nathan he
could find you by the pool at 11:30 in a g-string bikini -- you
still have Nicole's, right?"
  "You're keeping me so busy," I said.  "Please -- this is a boy
you're talking about.  Don't make me do it with him."
  "Your choice," he said again.  "You have a half hour to get the
maid off and get out there."  He pulled his cock from me and left
me empty.  He swatted my ass, zipped his pants, and left.  I
slowly reached down and untied the knots holding my feet to the
couch, and also removed the ropes still dangling from my arms. 
In the bathroom I washed the mean man's cum from my face.

  The maid was stripping Ryan's bed when I approached her from
behind.  She was very black, a large woman -- not fat but solidly
built.  I wondered what she would taste like.  She straightened
and turned when I put my hand on her ass.  She was taller than
me.  I put my arms around her neck.  "He told me to fuck you," I
said as I raised my lips to hers.  "I have to hurry."
  She opened her mouth for me to kiss, and my tongue played with
hers.  I felt her hands on my shoulders, pushing me down.  "You
are a slut," she said in her thick Jamaican accent.  "Do what he
says."  I was on my knees then, and she raised the skirt of her
uniform.  I brought my mouth to her crotch as I lowered her
panties.  Her pussy was musky and hairy.  She sat on the bed and
drew my head to her with her hand.  I found her clit with my
tongue and she moaned.
  "You tell him... oh yesss baby... you tell him he can bend me
over himself if he wants."  Her pussy was already beginnin to
dance beneath my mouth.  "Tell him his bitch is very good but I
need a cock.  And you tell him --" She took my head in both her
hands, and rubbed my face over all her pussy "You tell him I can
bring another cock for his slut.  A good black cock to put a
Jamaican in her belly."
  Three fingers of my left hand made their way into her pussy as
I licked her.  With my right hand I played with my own clit. 
When she felt her cum begin, she pulled very hard on the back of
my head so that I could hardly breathe.  She held me there a long
time as she shook on the bed.  Then when she had rested a moment
she pushed me away and sat up.
  "Now go," she said.  "Let me work unless you want me to put you
to work your own self."  I handed her the panties I'd removed
from her, and she drew them back up.  She pushed me on the back
to propel me from the room.
  It was 11:15.  I washed my face and pussy again in our bedroom,
and found Nicole's little bikini in the suitcase where I'd hidden
it from Tom.  I drew it on, felt it slip deep down within the
crack of my ass.  I arranged it carefully to cover my pussy.  It
wouldn't be hiding me long, I thought.  This little piece of
cloth was a decoration, not a covering.  I noticed the scorecard
on my tits as I wrapped them in the little bikini top, and
considered.  Nicole owed me one more mark on each tit, for going
down on the maid and the mean man.  He'd had me last night but
only my pussy.
  I wanted the marks that were due me.
  I walked out, past the maid, to the pool, waiting to be picked
up by a boy who was trading a shot at my daughter's cherry for a
guaranteed fuck with her mother.

To be continued...
