The Arrogant Wife
by RLM
Darlene Kempler walked briskly through the offices of the
investment firm of Lambert and McCorey. Her conservative
business suit, even with its short skirt that stopped three
inches short of her knees, announced to all in sight that she was
a serious player in the highly competitive investment firm.
Darlene never wasted time. Where ever she went, whatever she
did, it was with a purpose, and that purpose was inevitably her
advancement up the corporate ladder of success. She pursued this
objective with determined vengeance and extremely aggressive
tactics. As a result, at 34, Darlene was, by far, the most
successful and highly paid investment broker in the firm.
Her customer accounts were the largest of any of the brokers,
dwarfing many of those held by her male competitors, who claimed
it was solely because she had the advantage of being both female
and beautiful. There was no doubt that Darlene frequently took
full advantage of her beauty and femininity, but she was also
intelligent, sharp, incredibly cunning, and often unprincipled in
her actions. Her credo was simple: If it brought in more
customers with bigger investments, go for it!
Her male colleagues could have probably tolerated her presence
and the competition she presented were it not for her arrogant
demeanor and sharp, caustic tongue. The problem was simple. She
was good, better than any of her male competitors, and she knew
it. In addition, she made certain that everyone else also knew
it.
It was also an often whispered fact that anyone putting
themselves in her line of fire by openly opposing her and her
ambitions would probably regret it. Jason Thomas was one well
known example. He had opposed Darlene to the point of openly
making disparaging comments about her work and methods in staff
meetings with senior executives of the firm present. As a
result, Darlene leveled all guns and fired for effect. Again and
again, she would point out how much worse Jason's record of
winning new customer accounts was than hers. Finally, she
suggested in one staff meeting that, for the good of the firm,
Jason should resign. Nothing personal, of course. His work was,
regretfully, just not up to the standards needed for success by
Lambert and McCorey. Two weeks later, Jason Thomas resigned.
The problems her male colleagues had in competing with Darlene
were not only her innate intelligence, aggressiveness, and
cunning, but also her beauty. At 5' 7", 137 lbs, with a
beautiful 38D-25-36 body, she turned the heads of most males she
passed. Moreover, she had no problems using her body to
advantage to land accounts. No one accused her of sleeping with
prospective customers, but she was more than willing to provide
well-timed flashes of her legs and tits to keep the customers
interested.
If that weren't enough, Darlene's husband was a vice-president
of a construction company with a $400,000 per year income.
Together, their combined incomes made them so financially secure,
Darlene would pursue accounts and customers with no concern or
worry about money. This was far from the situation with her male
counterparts.
On this particular morning, Brian Cramer looked up from his
desk as he saw Darlene passing and greeted her with a big smile.
"Good morning, Darlene. You're looking very energetic this
morning. Hope you had a nice weekend."
Darlene stopped, scowled, and cut Cramer off at the shoetops.
"My weekend is none of your concern, Cramer. And if you would
spend more time worrying about your accounts and trying to make
money for the firm and less time poking your nose into my
affairs, Lambert and McCorey would be far better off. In fact,
speaking of your new accounts, I checked on them this morning.
Pathetic! No other word for it. Christ! A high school kid
could do better. Maybe you're just not cut out to be an
investment broker."
She turned without waiting for a response and moved on down the
hallway. Brian's anger rose to a red fury. "That miserable
castrating bitch! Shit.. someone needs to cut off her big tits
and then see how many accounts she would land."
Before entering her spacious office, Darlene stopped by the
secretaries desk. "Joan, I need the ledgers for the balances in
the accounts that I gave you yesterday."
"Yes, Ms. Kempler. I got them ready as soon as you told me.
They're on the side table over there." Joan motioned to a table
off to the left side of her desk.
"Well, in that case, I suggest you get up off your pretty ass,
haul your big tits over to that table and get them for me like I
told you to. Maybe you can get the men in this firm to do your
work for you, but when I tell you to do some thing, I expect you
to do it and hand me the completed work in a timely fashion. Is
there anything about that which you can't understand with your
high school education?"
"No, Ms. Kempler. I'm very sorry." Joan practically ran to
the table to fetch the balances for Darlene.
"I hope you have the right accounts here with up-to-date
balances. If not, you can start filling out your resume." As
Darlene entered her office holding the account ledgers under her
arm, she turned to Joan and said. "Get me a cup of coffee and
run down to the cafeteria and bring back one of their garden
salads. Make sure it's fresh. I presume you're smart enough to
tell a fresh one from one three days old. Don't dawdle! I want
it in five minutes before I have to go to Board meeting."
To get the salad in the five minutes Darlene had given her,
Joan had to run down the stairs and back up. At this time of
morning, there wouldn't be time to wait for the elevator. As
Joan hurried down the stairs to the cafeteria, she cursed under
her breath. "That stuck up, arrogant, bitchy cunt. I wish
someone would take her down a peg or two. In fact, a dozen pegs
would be much better."
The Board meeting was a nightmare for Brian Cramer and several
of his fellow brokers. Darlene had pulled all their account
ledgers. She had all the balances on their new accounts ready
along with her own. During the meeting, she spent almost 15
minutes comparing and contrasting her excellent record with the
much worse records of her competitors.
In fact, their productivity was very good. The problem was
Darlene. She was, without question, much better. That would
have been fine... not everyone can be a superstar.. but she used
her talent, her beauty, her cunning as a weapon to destroy
others, not to enhance and help them improve. She was an
incredibly destructive force, but her superior performance gave
her the latitude to attack at will.
After work, Brian and four of his colleagues who had been the
targets for Darlene's attacks during the Board meeting had agreed
to meet in the lounge of the Marriott Inn. The waitress had just
brought their drinks. The men could just barely control their
fury.
"That disgusting cunt!", hissed Duncan. Duncan Brokeman was
the most senior of the five investment brokers. "I can't
understand why Lambert or McCorey or both don't fire her. She
destroys the morale of the firm."
"That's true", said Roy Griffen. "But they don't know that.
All they see is the bottom line of the ledgers. And around them,
you can bet that Darlene is all sweetness and smiles as she
flashes her legs and those big bazooms."
"He's right", Jeff Brunnert commented. "They aren't going to
help us. If this problem is going to be handled, we're going to
have to handle it ourselves. The question is, how? She is good.
She is smart. She's just a total bitch."
The five men thought while they sipped their drinks. Several
suggestions were put on the table. None seemed feasible.
Finally, Marlon Fauble spoke for the first time. "Gentlemen, as
I see it, we have to use her arrogance and her utter disdain for
us as a weapon against her."
"How the hell do we manage that?" asked Brian.
"I think I have a way we might take care of this problem",
Marlon whispered. "None of us can do it alone. We're all going
to have to cooperate and make some sacrifices. But if the plan
works, we'll not only take care of this dirty bitch, but we'll
have a great deal of fun doing it."
"We're listening", several of the men said in unison.
Over the next hour, Marlon outlined all the details of the
plan. When he finished, Roy made a critical point. "We're going
to have to have the help of Joan and a couple of the other
secretaries and Wilma."
"You're right. We have to have that", Duncan volunteered.
"But I know for a fact that the women hate her worse than we do.
She never stops telling them how inferior they are. How stupid
and uneducated they are.. how miserably low their incomes are and
she makes certain to tell them that they're all making more than
their worth. Believe me, they're going to be eager to help."
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Darlene was enjoying dinner with her husband Carl in their new
home that had been appraised at $1.6 million. Darlene ignored
the maid as she brought the various dishes to the table. In
contrast, Carl never failed to smile and thank Susan.
"Why do you bother thanking that dumb blonde. She's hardly
smart enough to appreciate it."
"Well, it never hurts to be kind to people trying their best to
help you, Darlene."
"It's been my experience that spending time exchanging
pleasantries with dumbos is not productive. Speaking of dumbos,
let me tell you what happened at the Board meeting today."
For the next half hour, Darlene related the strategy she had
used to gut her competition at the meeting. "They all looked
like fools. After a few more episodes like that, I'll be writing
a report to upper management recommending that they be released
and we seek some better investment brokers to take their place."
Her husband nodded. "I wouldn't presume to tell you how to
handle your professional affairs. Not my area. I'm in
construction that's not nearly as difficult or as devious as your
work seems to be. My only comment is "be careful". Many a large
dog has cornered a much smaller, less powerful tom cat leaving
him no option but to fight or die. The big, slow, powerful dog
moves in for the easy kill and then suddenly finds the vastly
faster tom cat on his back tearing him apart, going for his eyes,
leaving him blind and defenseless. You're much smarter, more
aggressive, more cunning, more talented, and more attractive than
your dumbo male colleagues, as you call them. But you now have
them cornered, and a cornered animal or person is dangerous.
Keep that in mind."
Naturally, Darlene ignored her husband's advice. He made a
very good income and supported her in the style she liked. But
he was really out of his league when it came to providing advice.
In addition, he really wasn't very good in bed. She knew this
was a result of his feeling intimidated and insecure when he was
with her. "That's probably reason he has a woman on the side",
she thought. Occasionally,she was curious about who he was
screwing, but not very often. It just didn't matter that much to
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On Friday morning, Brian walked up to Joan's desk, smiled, and
gave her a thumbs up sign. She returned the smiled and nodded.
"Does Mrs. Kempler have a few moments to see me?"
"I'll check, Mr. Cramer. Just a moment." Joan spoke for a
moment into her phone and then said, "She has ten minutes.
That's all."
Entering Darlene's office, Brian was all business. "Thank you
for taking the time to see me, Mrs. Kempler. I won't take long."
"I have ten minutes. No more. What is it?"
"You made us all look terrible at the Board meeting earlier
this week. It was pretty hard to take, to tell you the truth."
"Tough shit, Cramer. Do a better job and you won't have to
listen to a discussion of your inadequacies."
"I understand. I just wanted to come and tell you that I think
you're underestimating my abilities." He held up his hand when
she opened her mouth to protest. "I know you don't agree, so I
have a business proposition to offer you in an attempt to change
your mind."
That approach surprised Darlene. She had anticipated some
feeble argument that she would destroy like stepping on a
cockroach. Instead, Cramer had something else in mind.. some
thing more concrete. "Go on. What do you propose?"
"Nothing spectacular. Just a simple straightforward wager.
I'll bet you $500 that my new accounts this coming week outstrip
yours. I realize that $500 is pocket change for you and your
husband while it's a substantial sum for me, but in the interest
of making my point, I'm willing to risk it if you are."
"Are you out of your mind? Why not just take your $500 and
flush it down the toilet. There's no way in blue blazing hell
you can beat me. You know that. What the hell is this?"
"Will you take the bet or not. If you refuse, I can assure
that everyone will know."
Darlene hadn't considered that. There was no way she could
have everyone talking about how she was afraid to take such a
wager. "Ok, Asshole. You're on. Next Friday, we both go to
Wilma and ask her the totals for the week. Have your $500 ready.
No checks. I want cash. Got it? Coin of the realm.. cash.
Now get out of here. I don't have time to humor idiots."
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The following Friday, Brian was at Darlene's office again.
"Are you ready to go see Wilma?"
"You have your $500 ready, Schmuck?"
"Yes. But I don't think I'll need it."
An hour later, Wilma had informed them of the accounts for the
week. Darlene's were almost three times the amount Brian had
been able to secure. She was laughing and telling everyone in
sight what a complete dumbo he was as he handed her the five
crisp $100 bills.
"I hope you learned something, Cramer. You're a loser. A real
loser."
"Maybe. But I think you got lucky this week. I can beat you.
I know I can beat you."
Darlene snorted. "Not on any day you'll ever live to see,
Dumbo."
"Bullshit. All you do is insult me. Same wager next week, but
this time for $1,000. Ok? Or are you afraid to put your money
where you mouth is?"
Darlene shook her head in wonderment. "You're even dumber than
I thought. Ok. $1,000. You're on."
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A week later, Brian had lost another $1,000. Darlene was
telling everyone in the firm about his idiocy. She had just
finished raking him over the coals in front of some of
secretaries in his presence when he said. "I still think I can
beat you. Let's make it $5,000 this next week."
Darlene considered his offer. Suddenly she realized that here
was a golden opportunity to crush this mouse. Instead of trying
to get Lambert and McCorey to fire him, she would just bankrupt
him and then tell his wife. She would divorce the creep; he
would be broke; and Lambert and McCorey would be rid of him.
"You're on, Loser. Have the money ready in cash, as usual."
On Friday, Brian lost the $5,000 bet. He immediately suggested
they raise the stakes to $10,000.
Darlene thought about the situation. That amount was still
small change to her, but it was so much for Cramer that it might
break him.. or at least come close. After she won the $10,000,
one more larger bet would surely do the trick. She was almost
home. She accepted the wager.
The following Friday, Wilma announced the totals, and while
Brian had closed the gap slightly, Darlene's new accounts were
still nearly three times Brian's. She gleefully pocketed his
$10,000 cash.
Now Darlene sensed she was close to bankrupting the ignorant
little man. "How about a real wager this coming week, Brian?"
she suggested.
Brian hesitated. Darlene was afraid he had somehow found some
brains inside that empty head of his. "There's some thing
wrong", Brian commented in apparent puzzlement. "I know I'm
better than you, but you keep winning. Let me consider this.
I'll talk to you later this afternoon."
"You know where to find me."
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Right after lunch, Brian was back in Darlene's office. "Well?"
she asked. "Is it a bet or are you giving up?"
"I have a different bet to propose. I've figured out the
reason you're able to beat so easily."
"Sure. Everyone knows that. I'm smarter, more aggressive,
more talented, etc, etc. than you are."
"Not at all. It's the fact that the money means nothing to
you. You and your husband have a combined income that is 6 or 7
times mine. You can lose the bet and it won't even bother you.
Therefore, you're under no pressure at all. I, on the other
hand, am under a great deal of pressure since I can't afford to
lose money like this. In fact, if I lose one more large bet, I'm
going to have to take bankruptcy. I want a level playing
field... one where you're under just as much pressure as I am and
then ... by god.. I'll beat your pretty ass off."
Darlene regarded him in the same manner she would look at an
ape in a zoo. "How can anyone be so incredibly dumb? she
thought. Out loud, she said, "Ok. You have a point. What do
you propose to "even up the pressure"?"
"Simple. We bet some thing that I can't afford to lose and
some thing that you can't afford to lose. That evens the
pressure and makes the playing field level."
"What?"
"For me, $20,000. To guarantee payment, I'll deposit that
amount in an escrow account to be released to you on Wilma's
notarized statement that you won the contest for the coming week.
Ok?"
"Sounds reasonable", Darlene commented barely able to suppress
her laughter. "What's my stake to even up the pressure? I won't
go for more than $20,000."
"You don't put up any money at all. You have too much.
There's no way to level the playing field that way. Instead, you
bet your freedom for the weekend. How you explain it to your
husband is your problem if you lose. That way the pressure is
leveled."
Darlene was visibly shaken. She had not expected this. "What
do you mean by my freedom?"
"Exactly what is sounds like I mean. If I lose again, you get
my $20,000. I lose my home, my wife, my job probably. If I win
when the pressure is leveled, you become my total slave starting
Saturday morning at 10 AM and ending Monday morning at 7 AM.
That means a lot to you... as much as $20,000 means to me and the
pressure is leveled."
"What would I have to do as your slave?"
"Anything and every thing I tell you to do. I won't have you
do drugs or anything dangerous. You're a very smart.. even
brilliant woman.. I'm sure you can figure out some of the things
I'm going to have you doing. But then.. why worry? You know you
can beat me, right?"
"Worthless, stupid Bastard", she thought. "All right you
little shit. I'm going to love bankrupting you and causing you
to lose your home, wife, job.. and who knows what else. You're
on. It's a bet!"
"Just one more thing. I've put the $20,000 in an escrow
account to guarantee my end of the bet. We have to find a
suitable means for you to guarantee your end."
"Well, I can't very well put my freedom in an escrow account,
Schmuck."
"No, you can't. But you can make a tape recording agreeing to
every thing we've discussed. Here's a script I've written out
for you to read into the tape. After it's made in my presence,
we check the tape and then seal it. We let your secretary hold
it for safekeeping. If you lose the bet and then renege on your
end, Joan will make copies of the tape and circulate it to every
employee of Lambert and McCorey as well as your husband. That
should be sufficient to provide my guarantee of payment. If you
make your payment, Joan will be instructed to return the tape to
you with the package unopened. And one more thing.. If you
lose, you will give me a key to your house so you can't hide
inside when I come to collect you at 10 AM, Saturday morning.
The key will be returned as soon as we leave your home. Agreed?"
"Let me see the script."
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Thirty minutes later, Darlene was recording the script on tape.
After describing the conditions and the bet, she said, "If I
lose the bet, I agree to be the total slave of Mr. Brian Cramer
from Saturday morning, 10 AM, June 12th until 7 AM the following
Monday. During this time, he may have me do anything he wishes
except drugs and things which endanger my life. I will follow
him where ever he commands. I promise to wear whatever he orders
me to wear no matter how demeaning and slutty it may be. I agree
to willing participate in any and all sexual acts with whomever
he commands in the manner which he commands. I will shave my
pubic hair, if it is not already shaved. And if commanded, I
would have nipple and clit rings inserted as well as any other
piercing Mr. Cramer may command. I voluntarily of my own free
will, without coercion of any kind, make this agreement. This is
Mrs. Darlene Kempler speaking."
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That Saturday, the five of us again met in the Marriott lounge.
"All right, Gentlemen", said Marlon. "The plan has worked
perfectly up to this point. Let's not fuck it up at the last
step. We all have to work like crazy this week. Remember, the
plan. Every new account any of us obtains will be shunted to
Brian. We'll tell the customers that we will remain his chief
contact but policy at Lambert and McCorey requires that Brian
examine all new accounts and process them. This way, Brian will
receive credit for the work of all five of us. With the Bitch
outdoing us by a factor of two or three, five of us should be
more than enough to win."
"What about the $16,500 we've invested in losing bets so far?"
asked Roy.
"As everyone knows, we've split those costs equally so that
this has cost each of us $3,300. Brian will split his
commissions on the new accounts for the first month and then turn
them over to whoever secured the account in the first place. As
we agreed. Right?"
There was no dissent. Jeff did comment, "$3,300 to get rid of
that Bitch is well worth the cost. And I'm gonna love fucking
the shit out of her." We all agreed.
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The week seemed to drag by. I was working 13 to 14 hours a day
on the phones and making visits to prospective clients. I pulled
out all stops as I had never done before. Duncan, Roy, Jeff, and
Marlon were doing the same thing. We even switched off. If I
was having trouble persuading a client, I would tell him I wanted
him to have a second opinion and put him in touch with one of the
others who then try to persuade him to invest. They did the same
and, much to our surprise, we found that the technique worked
very well. In fact, we were more successful working together
than we ever had been working separately.
Finally, it was Friday. At 1 PM, I was waiting outside
Darlene's office. She saw me and came out. "Well, Brian. I
hope you've already retained a good bankruptcy attorney. You're
going to need it. I've had one of my better weeks... not that I
really needed it." She burst into laughter. And she continued
to laugh all the way down the hallway to Wilma's office.
Darlene swept into the office like a conquering general.
"Wilma, get out the ledgers for last week's new accounts. Just
mine and Mr. Cramer's please."
The accountant hurried to obey the imperial command. Darlene
was so busy gloating and laughing she failed to notice the small
smile that Wilma flashed me. "Oh how sweet it is!" I thought,
remembering the line made famous by Jackie Gleason.
Wilma laid the two ledgers face up on her desk. She opened
each to the page that showed the bottom line for the week...first
for Darlene.. and then for me. Darlene, of course examined hers
first and smiled at the large total. Over her shoulder she said,
"Kiss your ass goodbye, Brian."
Then she glanced at the bottom of the page containing my total.
Darlene's smile suddenly vanished... completely. In its place
was nothing short of sheer shock. My total was 60% greater than
hers. "Who's ass should I kiss goodbye?" I asked. "Didn't
quite get that."
Now Darlene screamed. "Wilma. What the hell is this? These
totals can't possibly be correct. NO WAY!"
Now it was Wilma's turn. "Listen you! I was in this office
doing the ledgers when you were still playing with dolls. Don't
you dare tell me I do not keep the ledger books of Lambert and
McCorey correctly. Every single one of these entries is backed
up by all the appropriate contracts, all signed, all notarized as
we require. If you want to check them, be my guest. And when
you finish, I'll be pleased to hear your apology. Am I making
myself clear or do you need for me to repeat any of this."
Darlene's face went white.. absolutely white. She knew Wilma
and she knew the ledgers were correct. She had used them herself
to crucify her colleagues many times.
I leaned over and whispered in her ear. "You have until 10 AM
in the morning to get your affairs for the weekend in order. Do
not pack anything. Nothing. I will provide every thing you will
be wearing or using. Understand? I know your husband plays golf
on Saturday mornings so I will be at your house at 10 AM.
Tonight, you will receive a special delivery package containing
the clothes you will be wearing when I arrive. If you are
wearing anything else..even a necklace.. we will delay our
departure until I have finished administering your disciplinary
whipping... and I assure you... you will not enjoy it. Your ass
will be whipped until it is beet red and stinging like fire. 10
AM... tomorrow... be ready, Slave. Now give me the key to your
home. NOW! Hurry. I have too much work to do to waste time
waiting on my slave."
Numb with shock, Darlene handed me her house key, and I walked
from the room. Darlene sank into a chair, her legs unable to
hold her up.
At 3 PM that afternoon, Darlene was outside my office asking my
secretary to speak with me. I told Carol to inform her that I
was busy and would have no time to listen to her until next
Monday. When Carol told her my reply, I thought she might break
into tears. She pleaded with Carol to call me back.
"I'm sorry, Mrs. Kempler. When my boss makes a decision,
that's it. He's very firm and dom." Lowering her voice to
conspiratorial whisper, Carol said, "I find that really exciting.
I never know what he's going to do next." Darlene's body began
to visibly tremble and shake.
After Darlene left, I called Carol into my office. "How did
you enjoy that, Carol?"
"Oh god. I loved seeing that haughty, arrogant bitch squirm
like that. She's terrified of what you're going to do to her."
"Here's the key to her house. You know the address. Her
husband won't be home until 6 PM or so and Darlene has meetings
this afternoon, so you have several hours. Leave immediately.
She probably keeps them in her bathroom, but you would know about
that than me."
"Don't worry, Brian. I'll find them if I have to search every
inch of the house."
She turned to leave, but I stopped her. "Carol, thank you."
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At 9 AM the next morning, the doorbell on the Kempler's mansion
rang. Darlene assumed it was me, but instead she found a
uniform-clad delivery boy on her doorstep.
"Special delivery for Mrs. Kempler", he announced.
Darlene signed for the package and took it into her bedroom.
When she opened it, a weird mixture of fear, anger, and sexual
excitement coursed through her body. It was the outfit she was
to wear on penalty of a severe whipping if she failed to do so.
There were only three items in the box. The first was a
flimsy, pink halter that consisted of nothing more than one
string around her neck, another around her back and two small
triangles to cover her tits. She shuddered when she looked at
the size of the triangles. They wouldn't even begin to cover up
her 38DD tits. The second item was a pair of white and gold
sandals. The open toed shoes had gold straps across her foot but
no back straps. Their 4-inch heels and stiletto heels made them
into pure "fuck-me" shoes. The last item in the box was a pair
of cut-off jean short shorts. Holding them up, Darlene realized
that there was practically nothing to them. Half of her ass would
be exposed. They were going to be so tight, she wasn't certain
that she would even be able to pull them up over her hips. She
went back to the box and searched for the panties, but found
none. She felt her pussy juicing at the erotic thought that it
was going to be naked under the shorts.
Mindful of her instructions to pack nothing.. to take nothing,
she realized that she was forbidden to augment her outfit with a
pair of her own panties. She felt her pussy juices pouring out.
Just before 10 AM, Darlene went into her bathroom to take her
daily birth control pill. Her plan was to put two day's supply
into a small vial which she would hide inside her pussy. If
Cramer found them, she would claim that they were her required
medication for diabetes. The agreement stated that he could not
put her life in danger, so she was certain that there would be no
problem. Her certainty, however, vanished when she could not
find her pills. She always kept them in her bathroom cabinet,
but they were no where to be found. It was 13 days since she had
started her last period. Thinking of her fertile, ready uterus,
she began to panic.
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An hour later, at exactly 10 AM, her doorbell rang a second
time. When Darlene answered, I saw that she had done as
directed. Her cutoff jean shorts hugged her like a second skin
and exposed fully half of her ass. The flimsy halter was nothing
more than a couple of strings and two small triangles of cloth
that had no chance of covered her huge 38DD tits. The sandals
with their 4-inch heels arched her legs and ass. She looked
distilled essence of whore.
"Very good! You look outstanding, Slave."
"Please. I know that I'm your slave for the weekend, but
couldn't you call me Darlene?"
"If you please me properly, I will consider your request.
Until then, your name is Slave. Let's go Slave. We are on a
tight schedule."
"Are any of the neighbors outside?"
"The lady next door is out watering her shrubs and flowers in
the front yard. Come on."
"Please. Please, Master. Couldn't you drive into the garage?
I'll get in your car there. I don't want her to see me in this
outfit."
"But I do want her to see you like that. That's why you're
wearing that particular outfit. Now move your sexy ass out that
door!"
I kept my hand on Darlene's ass as we walked down the sidewalk.
I moved slowly, rubbing her butt all the way. She began to
think we might make it to the car when I stopped her with my hand
around the crotch of her shorts.
"Hello, Mrs. Jones." I called out to the lady watering her
flowers next door. Mrs. Jones, an older woman around 50, looked
up and smiled and then waved at me. A moment later, her eyes
fell on the nearly naked body of her neighbor. When she saw her
large breasts almost completely exposed, her hand flew to her
mouth. Then, she looked downward and saw half of her ass
exposed. But most of all, she saw my hand in the crotch of her
shorts holding her in place.
"I'm glad you're out this morning. Haven't seen you in awhile.
If you see Mr. Kempler, please let him know that I got his wife
to the airport in plenty of time for her to catch her plane."
"Oh. I will certainly tell him, Brian. It's so nice to see
you again. It's been awhile. I know you're in a hurry to get
Darlene to the .. eh... eh.. airport, but have you got just a
second to look at these roses. I'm really very proud of them.
Just take a moment. Please."
"Sure, no problem. I'd love to see them." Turning to Darlene,
I whispered "Don't move one inch, Slave, or I'll whip your ass
until you're begging me to stop."
Leaving Darlene standing nearly naked on the walk, I walked
over to the hedge where Mrs. Jones was waiting. Looking over the
hedge, I failed to see any roses. "Where are the roses?" I
asked.
Mrs. Jones moved closer. "There are no roses, Brian. I just
wanted to speak with you a moment." In a louder voice, she said,
"Don't you think my roses are magnificent?" Then in a much
lower voice: "I don't have any idea where you're taking that
worthless Bitch, but... (here she whispered in my ear)... I hope
you fuck the shit out of every one of her holes."
"We'll do that and more."
"I hope you'll stop by and tell me all about it sometime."
"Count on it."
Darlene was fidgeting and squirming by the time I returned to
her side. She vainly tried to find someway to cover up her
almost totally exposed body. Ushering her into the passenger
seat, I drove away leaving the safety of her home behind her.
We had only gone a half mile when we passed a Walgreen's drug
store. "Stop. Stop right here. I need to get something",
Darlene commanded.
I ignored her and drove past the store. She yelled louder for
me to turn around... that she had to get some medication. To her
surprise, I did turn off the street into a park, but instead of
turning around as she had ordered, I drove deeper into the
deserted park and finally parked in a clump of trees.
Darlene opened her mouth to speak. She didn't get out the
first word. "Don't you dare open your mouth, Slave. For the rest
of this weekend, you speak only when answering a direct question
or requesting permission to use the bathroom. You absolutely do
not... repeat.. DO NOT.. give me orders. Now take off that
halter. Get your big tits out."
She stared as I removed my belt from the loops in my pants.
Terrified, she pulled the string behind her back and removed the
halter. Her big tits swung free.
"Now the shorts. Get the shorts off! NOW!" I swung the belt
in my hand to emphasize my order. She had to struggle to get the
shorts down her thighs. Finally, they were off and only her
heels prevented her from being totally naked in a public park.
"Get on your hands and knees on the seat. Head down on the
seat. All the way down. Ass up high. Do it!" I snapped the
belt across the dashboard with a resounding WHACK! Darlene was
in position very quickly after that.
"Reach between your thighs and pry open your cunt. It's time I
saw what your primary fuck hole looks like, Slave." She
hesitated and the belt whacked the dashboard a second time. Her
hand literally flew to her pussy and pried it wide open.
"What a hot slave you're going to make. A hundred men are
going to be dying to fuck that hot hole."
I could see tears running down Darlene's cheeks as her body
shook violently. But she dutifully assumed the punishment
position on the seat, now almost naked, with her ass arched high
in the air. No longer the arrogant, haughty bitch, she was
whimpering.. begging me to give her another chance.
"Slaves get one chance... that's all... then they are severely
punished. Trying to order your master to stop so you can do some
shopping is outrageous! You hear me.. OUTRAGEOUS! You get the
belt on your sexy ass for that."
"Ohh..please NOOOOO!! Don't whip me. Please. I just needed
to get some birth control pills.. I couldn't find mine."
"That's tough shit, Slave. Boost your ass higher. If you
move, there will be twice as many lashes."
Taking careful aim, my belt whistled through the air and then
cracked smartly over the black-haired bitch's ass....
sssssssssssssss... WHACK!
"AAAEEEEEIIIIIIIIII.... ", she screamed but did not move her
ass.
sssssssssssssss... WHACK! Darlene howled in pain as the red
welt rose on her ass.
sssssssssssssss... WHACK! sssssssssssssss... WHACK!
"Oohhhhh please...please...stop..stop... no more... can't stand
it...oohh god.. oh god... stop...stop..please..please..please."
"That's your four lashes. Remember what they felt like so we
won't have to repeat this lesson again this weekend. All right.
Put your halter and shorts back on. We're leaving."
Darlene fastened the halter around her big tits and then
gingerly pulled the tight shorts up over her burning ass. "Oohhh
it hurts... it hurts... god." When she had the shorts on, I
felt her crotch. It was wet.
"You hot slave bitch. Your cunt is already wet."
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The drive took a half hour. For the last fifteen minutes of
the drive, I blindfolded Darlene securely. We had tested several
blindfolds to find one that completely blocked any chance that
she could see. We arrived at a warehouse that contained an
apartment upstairs. The realtor had been having difficulty
renting the place and was delighted to give us a cheap price for
a two-week lease.
I led Darlene from the car and helped her negotiate the stairs.
Duncan had done a great job of getting the room and all the
equipment ready. A king-sized bed dominated the center of the
room. Duncan, Roy, Jeff, and Marlon were waiting. I was sure
they all had erections as I did.
"Where are we?" Darlene moaned.
"Quite! If you speak again without permission, we will gag
you. Duncan stepped behind her, cut the bra strap, and pulled
the halter away from her big tits. At the same time, Jeff was
unzipping her shorts and pulled them down her thighs.
"Oh god.. Oh god.. how many men are here?"
sssssssssssssss... WHACK! My belt hissed as it whipped
through the air followed by a loud crack as it hit Darlene's
large ass.
"AAAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIII.... ", she screamed, her ass on
fire where the belt had raised a red welt.
"I told you to be quiet Slave."
She was whimpering when Jeff ordered her to step out of her
shorts. She did so immediately.
We're going to take you to the bathroom so you can pee. It
will be your last chance for several hours. We suggest that you
take advantage of the opportunity."
Roy led the naked Darlene to the commode, backed her up to it,
and said, "Sit, Slave. The commode is right behind you. Keep
your legs wide open when you pee so we can all inspect your
stream."
She sat, opened her thighs, and began to urinate. Marlon
zoomed the video in on her pussy, catching the full view of her
peeing. "Wider. Spread wider, I ordered. I still have the belt
ready." Her legs flew open, as wide as she could spread them.
When she had finished, we led her to the king-sized bed, backed
her up to it, and told her to lie down on her back. Darlene sat
on the end of the bed, carefully leaned backwards, feeling her
way, until she got her bearing. Then, she pulled her body onto
the bed and laid down on her back.
"Legs wide open, Slave", came the command from Duncan. "Arms
out to side." With four of us working, we soon had her tied
securely to the bedposts, her legs gaping, arms splayed out. Her
big tits heaved on her chest as she awaited her fate. It was not
to be what she expected.
"Lift your big ass, Slave", I ordered. Darlene arched her back
and lifted her butt off the bed. As soon as it cleared the
surface, Marlon shoved a large pillow beneath her hips to keep
her elevated. Darlene had no doubts that she was about to be
fucked.
The clock on the wall said 11:35 AM. The five of us started
very slowly each of us taking a different part of Darlene's naked
body. I had her left tit, Duncan claimed her right one. Roy was
on her left leg and thigh while Marlon did her right one. That
left Jeff to take care of her belly and abdomen. No one was
going to touch her pussy... at least not for some time.
Five tongues slid sensuously over Darlene's breasts, calves,
and belly. Without touching her nipples, Duncan and I circled
her heaving breasts again and again until their entire surfaces
were coated with a thin sheen of our saliva. Two tongues ran up
and down her thighs, coating them as well. She felt the tip of a
tongue enter her navel.. probe and stroke.. wetting it.
Having completely wetted Darlene's breasts, calves, and belly,
we started again.. slow, gentle caresses... sliding sensuously
over the surface of her body. She was bound securely to the bed
to the point that any movement was difficult, but by the time we
completed the second circuit of her body, she had begun to writhe
and squirm. Halfway through our third circuit, her hips were
undulating and thrusting.
"You have permission to moan and express passion, Slave. You
may also beg for permission to cum. I would advise you not to
cum without first obtaining permission."
Darlene remained silent, but her body continued to move on the
bed, at least to the extent possible. When the clock read 12:22
PM, we moved to new targets. I finally let my tongue touch her
left nipple as Duncan captured her right one. Roy and Marlon
moved upward to the gaping thighs while Jeff allowed his tongue
to slide over her mound but not quite to her erect and pulsing
clitoris.
After ten more minutes on the nipples, thighs, and mound, she
began to groan. Her hips thrust more frantically against her
bonds. After fifteen minutes or so, Jeff nodded his head and
pointed at her clitoris. It was now fully erect and protruding
from its protective hood. Roy and Marlon smiled and pointed
between her legs to her vagina that was now seeping sexual
fluids. Not to be outdone, Duncan and I pointed to her erect
nipples that now bulged outward from the sucking that we had been
giving them.
At 12:45 PM, we began to touch her with our fingers as well as
with our tongues. Light, feathery touches on her breasts, her
nipples, her chest, her belly, her calves, her thighs, and her
mound quickly turned the woman into a panting female desperate
for someone to touch her throbbing pussy and clitoris. She
could no longer restrain her moans.
"Ooohhhhhhhhhh..god... that feels incredible...
aaahhhhhhhhhhh... more. more... more... ohhhh please do more...
go between my legs.... please...aaahhhhh ... uuummmmmmmmmmm...
ugh ugh ugh.."
"We are between your legs", Roy told her.
"Ooohh... no... go higher... go higher between them...
ooohhh... uuummmm"
"Go higher to where?"
"UUUMMMM... higher... to my vagina... you know where I want
it...ooohh good... hurry... do it to meeeee.."
"To your what?" Roy pressed.
"My PUSSSYYY... " she wailed.
"To your what?" Roy asked again.
"aaahhh... please... please... TO MY CUNT....!"
The video camera recorded every thrust of her hips and pelvis,
every arch of her tits, every moan and plea she made. We ignored
her and continued to use our tongues and fingers to stimulate
Darlene.
Fifteen minutes later, we had completed another complete
circuit of her body, this time adding her neck and face. Her
legs, thighs, tits, nipples, belly, mound, and her face gleamed
with the wetness from our tongues. We had licked her nose, her
cheeks, her lips, her neck... only her eyes beneath the blindfold
had escaped.
"OOOOOOOOOooooo...never felt anything in my life like
this...oohhhhh.. please.. take me.. take me... I'm so ready... "
"But you haven't taken your birth control pills, Darlene. If
we take you, we have no intention of using condoms."
The woman moaned helplessly. Her body thrashed wildly about.
I wondered if she would cum without ever having had her pussy
touched.
"I think this side's done, Gentlemen. Shall we flip her?"
Everyone nodded. The ropes were untied from the bedposts to
allow us to turn her over onto her stomach, again with the large
pillow under her belly. The ropes were retied stretching her
legs and arms wide apart as before.
We all switched places. Duncan and I took Darlene's legs; Roy
and Jeff took her arms, shoulders, and neck while Marlon worked
on her back and waist. Five tongues again began to lick the
moaning female. Up and down her calves and thighs, over her
arms, along her neck and shoulders, up and down her spine. Our
slave moaned and struggled trying to press her clitoris hard
enough against the bed to make herself cum.
It was 2:15 PM before I moved up to her buttocks and spread
them apart with my fingers. I could see both her ass and cunt
holes opening and closing in rhythmic contractions. Sex juices
bubbled out of Darlene's cunt. Marlon left for a moment to bring
several warm wash cloths. I held her ass cheeks open while he
cleaned her anus.
When the job was done, I pressed my face into her ass crack and
began to run my tongue over her cheeks and into her crack.
"Ooooohhhh...god... what are you doing to meeeeeeeeee.... ?"
I showed her what was coming by licking her hole, rimming her,
and then pushed my tongue inside her ass.
"OH OH OH OH... aaahhhhhhhhhh.... no one's ever done that to me
before. It's fantastic... if feels.... ooohhh god... don't know
how it feels.... please...don't stop .. please...ooohhhh..."
For several minutes I tongue fucked Darlene's asshole that was
now gaping open and contracting harder than before. I moved
aside and let Duncan get his tongue inside her ass while I licked
her cheeks. Next, it was Roy's turn. He tongue fucked her ass
rapidly..pushing deep. Darlene wailed and moaned. Jeff rimmed
her for five minutes before he inserted his tongue into her
easily opened hole. Finally, Marlon completed the circuit by
tongue fucking her ass until his tongue was too tired to
continue.
It was almost 3 PM when we again started the rotation of tongue
fucking her ass. The tongues that were not being used in her
ass, continued to lick and stroke her arms, shoulders, neck,
back, thighs. When we were finished with the second rotation, it
was time for our fingers to take over.
Marlon held her ass open as I pushed in a finger..then two...
then three... finally I had four fingers inside her asshole.
Darlene struggled at first... found it hopeless.. and finally
gave up... Jeff nodded when he felt her ass relaxing accepting
the fingers inside with protest. A short time later, she was
hunching her ass up and down to meet the our thrusts.
At 3:30 PM, we turned Darlene back onto her back. This time,
however, instead of spread-eagling her legs, we tied her ankles
in a spreader bar and then pulled the bar up and back, attaching
it to the top of the bed. We tied her arms as before. The
position completely exposed her ass and her cunt.
We took turns using our tongues on her asshole, pussy, and
clitoris. Roy went first and as soon as his tongue touched
Darlene's clit, she screamed and gurgled, her pussy contracting
hard. Roy back off immediately leaving her cunt pulsing and
throbbing.
"OOoohhhh NO NO NO don't stop... please... finish me...
finish me.. this is' unbearable... please.. you can't treat a
woman like this... please... I need to cum.. I've just got to
cum.... DO TO ME... MAKE ME CUM... FINISH ME... PLEASE."
We all watched her juices cascading down the the crease of her
ass as her cunt gaped open...we could even see the inside of her
channel opening and closing. She was so hot... so turned on...
that her cunt assumed that there must be a cock in her ... so it
was contracting and throbbing about a cock that wasn't there.
It took almost two minutes before her contractions ebbed. Roy
immediately went back to work on her cunt. His tongue swabbed up
and down the length of her slit. Darlene wailed and shrieked...
begging him to do her clitoris. He ignored her.
After five more minutes, we switched. Duncan pushed his tongue
in her cunt and she threw her hips upward in wild gyrations. He
stopped. She began to beg again. He licked her clit three
times. That was all it took for her to rise rapidly toward her
first orgasm. Again he stopped.
"OOhhh god damn you... miserable bastard... let me cum...
please...oooh please... I'll do anything... just let me
cummmmmmmmmmmmmm..."
We continued to switch back and forth until it was almost 5 PM.
We had been working on the woman for five hours. She was
bawling.. crying... sobbing... begging.. whining... screaming...
for an orgasm. We needed to take our slave to dinner. So it
was time.
Duncan plugged in the vibrator, a large electrically powered
unit. Darlene saw it. Her eyes widened with hope. Her cunt was
throbbing continuously now. It wasn't possible to work on her
for more than ten seconds before we had to stop to prevent her
orgasm. We tightened her restraints so that her legs were up
and back, locked in a wide open position. Duncan got between her
legs with the vibrator on its high setting.
"OH HURRY..PLEASE.. I'M DYING... PUT IT ON MY CLIT... LET ME
CUM!"
Duncan pressed the large vibrating knob against her engorged,
pulsing clitoris.
After five hours of being teased and stroked and brought
repeatedly to the brink of orgasm only to be denied, the result
was incredible. Darlene's cunt exploded. Her juices squirted
several feet into the air in a huge stream. Her cunt hole opened
and closed. Air whooshed out of her cunthole as her vagina
slammed shut in a spastic contraction. An inhuman scream erupted
from her lungs. Her tongue lolled out. Behind her blindfold, we
were certain her eyes had rolled back. Her asshole was
contracting repeatedly. After three enormous squirts of her sex
juices, her bladder opened and she drenched the bed covers with
piss.
It took ten minutes of gasping and heavy breathing for Darlene
to calm down. Even then, she was still moaning softly, her cunt
still quivering and pulsing slowly.. opening.. closing.. a thin
stream of her cuntal secretions still seeping out of her vagina
and sliding down the crack of her upturned ass.
Darlene had been blindfolded for almost 6 hours. We decided
she needed some relief. "We're going to remove your blindfold,
Slave. Keep your eyes closed and open them gradually until your
eyes become accustomed to the light." She did as instructed.
While I set the table for dinner, Roy broiled some burgers, and
Marlon laid out a spread of cheeses, chips, beer, soft drinks,
coffee, and a couple of pies for dessert. Jeff helped Darlene to
her feet and took her to the bathroom. While she peed, he ran her
a warm bath and then helped her get in the tub. We all took turns
washing her.
She smelled the food and asked, "May I eat? Please. I'm
starved."
I've already set a place for you, Slave. Dry off, put on your
heels and come join us."
"Can I put something on to eat? A robe or something?"
"No. Slaves eat naked."
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Darlene ate like a ravenously, like a wolf. We were all
hungry, and Roy had to fix some more burgers. After dinner, we
put Darlene to bed and told her she could sleep until 10 PM after
which she would be required to service us. We opened some beer,
turned on the TV, and settled down to watch the football game
until 10 PM.
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At 10:15 PM, I got on the bed with our slave, spread her legs
apart, and began to lick her thighs and clit. It didn't take
more than a minute of this before she was awake and her hips
beginning to thrust. As my tongue brought her clitoris to full
erection, she began to moan. When her clitoris began to dance
and throb, her moans turned to deep growls of female pleasure.
"OOOhhhhhh sooo good... suck me... lick my clit, Baby... Make
your hot slave cum.. "
When her hole began to jerk and contract in orgasm a short time
later, she howled and grunted: "Huh..Aahh.. Huh..Aahh
Huh..Aahh Huh..Aahh Huh..Aahh Huh..Aahh", over and over as
more lubricating juices seeped from her excited pussy.
At 10:45 PM, Roy was straddling her chest with his dick fucking
back and forth between her big tits. With nearly 12 hours of
straight sex, she had lost all control. She was now doing
whatever we commanded and she was doing it enthusiastically.
Like right at the moment. Not only was the black-haired slut
squeezing her big tits around Roy's fucking cock, she also had
her mouth wide open to take his load when he decided to shoot it.
However, he had other plans for his load.
Just as he was about to cum, he pulled his cock from between
Darlene's big tits and moved off her chest.
"Oh.. Don't stop, Roy. Do my tits. Cream them or shoot your
hot load into my mouth. I would love to swallow it. Please...
please.. ", she begged in an obvious panic.
Roy ignored her. When he tried to move between her legs,
Darlene clamped them shut. Leaning over, he whispered softly.
"Open your legs, Slave, so I can fuck your hot hole."
In desperation, Darlene flipped over onto her hands and knees,
arched her ass, and said, "Fuck me in the ass, Roy. You'll love
my ass. It's really tight. Just try it. You'll see."
"Darlene, I'll fuck your ass later. Right now I want your hot
cunt. So, please don't make me be rough. I hate that. Turn
over onto your back with your legs wide open and up in female
fucking position. I want your cunt in perfect fucking position.
Do it now!"
With no other option, Darlene obediently flipped to her back,
jacked her legs up in the air, and spread wide for him.
"You have a beautiful cunt, Darlene. Absolutely gorgeous."
With that comment, Roy moved into her sex saddle, his hips
jamming in tight and spreading her even wider. His hands moved
under her ass to hold her in position as he fitted the knob of
his 7-inch cock into the mouth of her cunt. He thrust his hips
forward and sank his entire length into her hot hole. He
immediately pulled out and drove in another stroke. He grunted
with the intense pleasure a male always feel when he sinks his
cock into a hot female fuck hole.
The hard pounding cock quickly drove Darlene into a sexual
frenzy. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck that big hard fuck stick into
me... sink it in, Baby.. all the way into my married pussy.
Aahhhh..." Her legs and feet rose up over Roy's back where they
jerked and flailed the air in response to the hard fuck strokes
Roy was pounding into her.
"Oh damn, Baby. You have a delicious cunt. I hope you're on
the pill Darlene, because I'm going shoot you full."
"Ooohhh god... noooooooooo....", she moaned, but her ass wasn't
listening. It was ramming upward every time Roy pounded his prick
into her. Her clitoris was already pulsing and dancing as the
randy male fucked her.
Roy was much too close to hold his load. After a couple of
dozen strokes into the Darlene's wet, hot cunt, he felt his load
rising from his balls. After hours of holding back, it felt like
it was going to be huge.
"Get ready, Darlene. HERE IT CUMS!!"
She felt the cock inside her cunt expand, jerk several times,
and then drive to the very bottom of her hole, up against her
womb where males seemed to instinctively know to shoot their
loads to impregnate a female. The cock pulsed and then began to
throb hard as it ejaculated the semen deep inside her cunt. Each
time the man's cock throbbed, he growled and grunted, the age-old
cry of a dominant male planting his seed.
The thought that he was breeding her excited her to an intense
orgasm. Her pussy began to contract and throb as Roy pumped gush
after huge gush of cum into her. When he finally pulled his
prick from her pussy, cum flowed out in a thick stream.
Marlon gave her no time to rest. He was on her as soon as
Roy's body had vacated her saddle. Flipping her over onto her
hands and knees, he boosted her ass high, pushed her knees apart,
mounted her like a dog mounts a bitch, and slammed his hard meat
into her cum-filled gash.
Darlene grunted as he fucked her. "HUH..AAHHH.. HUH..AHHH
HUH..AAHH HUH..AAHH HUH..AAHH HUH..AAHH HUH..AAHH "
When she felt Marlon's fingers spreading her labia and moving
onto her sensitive clitoris, her vagina exploded into hard
spastic contractions. She came again and again. The wild
pulsing and throbbing of her contracting cunt hole was too much
for Marlon after a day on non-stop sex without cumming. He
buried his rod into her hole and spewed another monster load into
her. Darlene was close, but didn't cum.. She needed more
cock... more fucking..
When Marlon dismounted, Duncan laid on the bed beside the
moaning female and ordered her to mount with her back against his
chest. With his hands underneath her thighs, he pulled her legs
up and back. Her sex holes gaped open inches away from his
rampant, stone-hard cock. It twitched up and down, almost as if
it could see through its single eye the enticing hot female fuck
hole just inches away and was anxious to get into it.
"Put my cock into your cunt, Darlene. Reach around and stick
me into you."
She aligned his plunger with her opening and moved her hips
downward allowing her slippery pussy lips to slide over the big
cock head. Duncan felt his cock entering her and rammed it up
and in.
"UUUGGHHH.... " came the excited female moan. Duncan rammed
her like a wild stallion. He hammered his prick into her like he
was trying to drive it into her stomach. Every stroke slammed
into the bottom of her cunt with masculine authority. She
grunted every time it thudded into her womb. Darlene began to
cum.. again and again... unable to stop with the male fucking her
like a whore. When she felt him shooting in his load, her belly
knotted in a hard spasm as she wailed and howled uncontrollably.
I was the last one to get into bed with Darlene. She was
panting, her chest heaving from repeated orgasms. Her cunt, her
thighs, and the bed covers were drenched with the overflow from
the four huge cum loads that had already been pumped into her. I
raised up over her and kissed her gently on the lips.
Darlene sighed deeply in response. "Brian.. I'm so tired. Do
you think you could be gentle with me when you fuck me. I really
don't think I can take another hard pounding right now."
"Why don't you get on top? That way you can do it the way you
want. I'll just let you use me."
"Oh god... thank you." She kissed me spontaneously and
passionately. "I promise to make it good for you."
"Fucking you couldn't possibly be anything but good, Darlene."
"Mmmmm... I'm no longer "Slave". I'm Darlene. I like that a
lot better. And I'm going to show you how much better a fuck
Darlene is than Slave."
She slid down my body, rubbing her big tits all over me as she
moved toward my rigid, throbbing cock. When she reached it, her
mouth devoured my shaft, all the way to my balls.
"Ohh fuck! That's fantastic, Darlene", I whispered in her ear.
In response, she sucked harder and faster. Rita never sucks me
like that.. In fact, she almost never sucks me. I know you want
me to cum in your mouth, Darlene. Go ahead, suck harder and I
will."
Abruptly she stopped, shook her head negatively, and whispered
back to me. "Don't you dare shot your big load in my mouth. I
want it deep inside my hot cunt. Please. Don't cum in my
mouth... cum in my cunt."
"I'd love to fuck and fill you, Darlene. I've wanted to fuck
you from the very first day I saw you."
"I'm sorry I was such a castrating bitch. From now on, you're
going to see a big change." She shoved her tongue deep inside my
mouth and kissed me with wild passion.. rubbing her tits on my
chest and grinding her sodden cunt against my thigh. When she
broke the kiss, she breathed hotly in my ear. "From now on, you
can fuck me anytime you want me."
She didn't wait for a response. Flinging her thighs on either
side of my legs, she centered her cunt over my rigid shaft. It
was so hard and she was so wet, it wasn't necessary to fit me
into her...she just lowered her pussy so that my cock hit
somewhere between her legs. It immediately slid through her
wetness and sank smoothly into her depths. Darlene drove
downward until her clit was pressed firmly against my pubic bone.
She moaned and began to grind against me controlling the pace
of our coupling.
For ten minutes she slowly rotated her pussy against me,
exciting and stimulating her hard, erect clitoris. She came
once... then after a couple of minutes, she came again, this time
even harder. Her juices and some of the cum in her flowed out
around my cock and balls. It felt like my piston was sliding in
and out of a well-oiled cylinder.
As she worked herself toward a third orgasm, she leaned close
and said, "This is just wonderful.. I'm about to cum again.
You're fabulous. Your cock is so hard... so damn hard... like a
steel rod.. I know you're just dying to ram me like a worthless
whore, but you're letting me have all the pleasure." She kissed
me again. ..and again...and again.
"I'm about to cum again", she moaned.
"So am I. Pump a little harder if you can, and I'll cum with
you."
In response, she started ramming her cunt up and down my cock
like a wild woman. "OOOOhhhh...
FUCKKKKKKKKKK...CUMMINGGGGGGGGG.. SHOOT IT INNNNNNNN....CUM IN
MEEEEEEEEEEE..." she screamed.
When her cunt contracted in her third orgasm, I poured the
fifth huge cum load into her throbbing hole.
When I got off the bed, she smiled and opened her legs wide so
I could see my big load sliding out of her cunt. She kissed me
again and said.. "I hope its your load that gets me pregnant."
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We went to bed around 1 AM, but Darlene got very, very little
sleep. One of us was in bed with her the entire night. The four
guys who weren't currently fucking her slept on the two couches
and the two other bedrooms. As soon as the guy with Darlene would
shoot a load into her, he would get out of her bed, go tap the
next guy in line, and they would switch places.
Darlene had cock in her pussy or ass almost the entire night.
It was easy to tell when her ass was being used as her shrieks
would increase in volume, pitch, and frequency. By morning, she
had been fucked another five times.
We all slept until noon, but Darlene was still sound asleep at
that time. Duncan, Roy, Jeff, and Marlon had to get home to their
wives. Rita didn't expect me back from my "out of town business
trip" until Monday, so I stayed on with Darlene, promising to
fill them in on all the hot details of the evening.
I took a long shower, shaved, and cleaned up. I let Darlene
sleep until 4 PM when I crawled into bed with her, spread her
legs and began to lick her pussy. It was a mess but for some
strange reason, it turned me on.
Darlene moaned softly, spread her legs wider for me, and began
to slowly and sensuously undulate her hips. After five minutes,
she was pumping much harder and soon after that, she had her feet
planted on the bed and was thrusting her hips high off the bed.
Her moans had been replaced with passionate grunts.
"Oh Oh..OH.. Brian.. Brian.. I'm gonna cummmmmmmmmmmmmm.."
And cum she did. Amazingly after all the sex of the previous
night, her juices squirted out and drenched my face and the bed
sheets. Her vagina and clit throbbed for almost a minute before
her body fell back onto the bed exhuasted. Her chest heaved, her
breathing tortured, as she tried desperately to suck air into her
lungs.
I moved up beside her, took her in my arms, cradling her head
on my shoulder. Just before she fell asleep again, she murmured,
"I love the way you wake a girl up, Honey." We slept until a
little after 5 PM.
I had to shower again. Before I finished, a naked Darlene
joined me in the shower. I washed her back, tits, ass, and, of
course, her cunt. She took care of the job of washing my penis.
Before she finished the job, my soft penis had become a raging
cock jerking in her hand.
"Wanna fuck me? I'll bend over for you anytime, Lover."
"Later.. later. I have a really hot evening planned for us.
I'll need all my strength later since I don't have any
reinforcements tonight. I'm afraid you'll kill me."
"I'm going to try, Honey. I'm certainly going to try. I know
that you're the one who had all those men spend hours and hours
caressing me..playing with me.. exciting me higher and higher...
until I was begging for it. I've never, ever, in my whole life,
felt anything like that. It was marvelous. Just beautiful.
Any other man would have just had everyone start fucking me like
the bitch I was. But you made certain that I would enjoy it.. a
lot.. more than a lot... I fucking absolutely loved it!
Considering the way I treated you... why did you do that?"
"Because I don't hurt or rape a woman... I prefer to make love
to a woman and then fuck her to intense orgasms. I'm sorry
about whipping your ass on the way here. I've never done
anything like before."
"I deserved it. I was just in a panic because I couldn't find
my birth control pills and it's my most fertile time of the
month. I'm certainly knocked up now."
"No you aren't. You're fine."
"You guys fucked me ten times or so last night and every time
I got the load in my pussy. I don't see how I can possibly not
be pregnant."
"Because you've been taking your pills. Yesterday morning when
I gave you the glass of orange juice for energy and again last
night when we ate the burgers. I used your key to get into your
house and take your pills before you came home from work on
Friday evening. I put one in the juice and another in the potato
salad at supper. I wanted to give you a good scare, but not
actually get you pregnant. When and if I ever knock you up, it's
going to be a mutual decision. You know Rita doesn't want any
children...so we don't have any."
Darlene shuddered and mashed her lips against mine. "You sexy,
clever Bastard! You can do it to me anytime, Stud. This morning
was unbelievable. My pussy was drenched with cum from five men
and you ate me like I've never, ever been eaten in my whole life.
You are easily the most exciting, hottest fuck I've ever had in
my life. Your wife is crazy."
I smiled with male pride.. liking this woman more and more.
"What do you have planned for the day?" she asked.
"Go into the bedroom and check out the closet. Your hot outfit
for the evening is on a hanger. I'm taking you out to dinner at
Reneau's.. hope you like French cuisine. Then we're going
dancing at Beaumont's. It's a really exotic club but somewhat
off the beaten path so no one will know us. After that, we're
coming back here for the night. I promise to have you home by
the agreed time."
"Brian... I don't care how long you keep me with you. And
whatever you've planned is fine with me. I just wish... " Her
voice trailed off.
When Darlene looked in the closet, she was surprised once more.
Instead of slutty outfit like I had made her wear on the way
here, the dress hanging there was a stunning, elegant sheathe
with a matching jacket. The perfectly coordinated shoes were
expensive and chic, but also sexy. The bra was built to lift and
thrust not to conceal. The red bikini panties were hot, as they
were meant to be. There was also a pair of thigh-high hose and
pantyhose. A note was attached that read, "pick either or none".
Later, when she found the clothes to be a perfect fit, she was
no less than amazed at this man. How in the hell did he manage
it? The dress also surprised her. Although very sensuous and
sexy, it was in no way obscene like she had expected it to be.
She hoped that he liked the way she looked in the outfit. She
was surprised to realize just how much she liked this man.
Darlene took extra time with her makeup and her hair after
showering. When she put on the dress, she thought she looked hot
and sexy. When she walked back into the living room where Brian
waited, she loved the way her big tits jiggled. She was certain
he would feel the same way.
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"Well?" she asked posing in front of me, hand on her hip.
"You look like distilled sex. Fantastic. I'm already hard
just looking at you in that outfit. I hope you like it."
"I love it. How did you manage to get all the right sizes?
Where did you buy it?"
"I checked all your sizes when I was in your house on Friday
afternoon. Then I went to Victoria Secrets and enlisted the help
and advice of the lady who manages the store. She understood
exactly what I wanted, some thing elegant and smart but also
sensuous and exotic.. a dress a beautiful, smart, educated,
sophisticated woman would select.
"Look. I'm not interested in this slave thing any longer. I
only did it to protect myself and my friends. If we go out this
evening, I want to be with Darlene...not Slave. If you prefer,
we'll say it's over and I'll take you home."
"I don't blame you for what you did. In fact, the truth is
that I admire the courage and skill you showed in executing your
plan. And I've found out just how incredibly exciting it is to
be with a confident, aggressive male who treats me both as an
equal and as a sensuous woman. Do you want to take me home?"
"No. I want you to want to stay.. to want to go out with me...
to want to be with me.. to have sex with me... to want to... "
This time it was my voice that trailed off.
"I do.. I do.. I do. and I do. And "I do" to the desire you
didn't finish. She kissed me again, pressing her tits against me
as she did so.
"Do you like the outfit I selected? Are you comfortable
wearing it?"
"No man has ever bought me anything so nice ... so exciting..
so sexy. I love wearing it. Do you like seeing me in it?"
"I love it...absolutely love it. My wife will never, ever wear
anything like that. She will never let me go down on her...
nothing. This is the best weekend of my life."
"Mine too, Lover. Now take me out and show me off."
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The valet at Reneau's stepped smartly to the side of our car
when we pulled up to the front of the restaurant. I got out and
handed him the keys as he held the passenger side door open for
Darlene. She gave him a big smile as she swung her legs out,
parting them wide in the process. The black panties did more
than just flash. With one leg out, she stopped and leaned back
in to pick up her handbag. The entire time her legs were open
and her panties on display. "Sorry, Darling. I almost forgot my
handbag." With that, she climbed from the car shutting off the
display and leaving the young valet with a partial erection.
As we walked inside, I whispered. "That was incredible!
You're making all of my wildest fantasies into realities."
"Do you think I got him hard, Honey?"
"I don't know about him, but my cock is hard as stone now."
Darlene stopped in the doorway. Looked into my eyes and
quickly felt my bulge. Her eyes opened wide in surprise. "God..
you are hard.. really hard" Her body trembled slightly. "I love
it!" she said. So did I.
The Maitre D' told us our reserved table would be ready in five
minutes. "Perhaps you would like to have a before dinner drink at
the bar?" he asked.
Darlene nodded and we followed him into the elegant bar area.
He offered us a table, but Darlene whispered, "Ask for seats at
the bar." I was surprised as the padded chairs at the tables
were much more comfortable than the bar stools, but I did as she
suggested.
The bartender came over almost immediately and took our orders.
As soon as the drinks arrived, I discovered why Darlene had
suggested the bar rather than a table. With drink in hand, she
rotated her seat so that she was facing the table area and
crossed her gorgeous legs. The short skirt rode high on her
thighs and I saw that she had elected to leave the stockings and
pantyhose in the closet.
She gave me a broad smile, dropped her hand to my thigh
announcing to all the men who were staring at her that she was
mine. The intimate touch of her hand on my thigh told everyone
in the bar that I was fucking her and she loved it.
"Isn't this much better than a table, Brian?"
"It's ... it's... amazing. Absolutely amazing. I'm so damn
hard now that there's no way I'm going to be able to get up."
"Like the way I'm sitting, Lover? Like my naked thighs? My
cunt is wet... very, very wet."
"OHhh god!"
"Ummmmm...I like that.. When we get up to go to our table, I'm
going to spread my legs so all the men can see my wet panties.
Do you mind?"
"Mind?? I feel like I may cum in my pants at any moment!"
Five minutes later, the Maitre D' signaled that our table was
ready. Just as she promised, Darlene slid off the stool by
putting one heel on the floor while the other one was still
hooked over the footrest of the stool. Her sheathe slid up to
the top of her thighs and her panties were fully exposed. She
only held the position for a moment and was then standing waiting
to take my arm.
"Look at my pants, you hot, sexy Bitch. You did that."
"I know. I love it. The women here are all looking at it too.
They're wishing they had it in their hot cunts, but it's all
mine ... don't even think about giving any of them a taste."
As we walked to our table, I realized that I wasn't this
excited even on my wedding night... or any other night for that
matter.
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After dinner, the valet brought the car around and once again,
Darlene gave him a nice view of her thighs and panties when she
got in the car. As we drove away, I asked, "Did you flash the
valet again?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you did."
"Of course I did. I bet he goes to the men's room and jerks
off."
I agreed.
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Beaumont's was a sensuous, but elegant, club on the outskirts
of the city. As such, it was known as a discreet place where
lovers could go for an evening of dancing and other erotic
things. We asked for, and got, a table in one of the dimly lit
alcoves.
"What do you plan on doing to me in this dark alcove, Brian?"
"Exactly what you want... no more... no less."
"Have you ever fucked a woman in a public place?"
"No. Just fantasies of doing it. Have you ever gotten it in
public?"
"Not yet, Lover... not yet."
We danced several times. There was no way I could keep my
hands off Darlene's sexy ass. I even cupped her big tits several
times right out on the dance floor. "Want me to stop. If I've
gone too far, just slap my face and storm off the floor."
"MMMmmmm....I'll slap you silly if you stop."
I didn't stop. As we were leaving the dance floor, I let my
hand drop down onto her ass and from there up under her dress to
her panties. They were soaked. I got hard again."
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We had been in the club for almost an hour when Darlene
suddenly sat bolt upright in her chair. I immediately became
concerned. "Are you Ok? What's wrong?"
"Move back", she said, sliding her chair back into the shadows
of the alcove.
"What is it? What's wrong." She motioned for me to move my
chair back. I followed her lead without understanding but
trusting her judgment absolutely.
Leaning close, she whispered, "My husband. He just came in."
"Alone?"
"Of course not. He's got a blonde in tow. I've wondered who
he's been fucking. Now I guess I know."
"Do you know her?"
"No. I've never seen her before. I do have to admire Carl's
tastes though. She's beautiful."
"You knew he was cheating?"
"A woman always knows, Honey. Always. Men think they can
conceal it but they can't. On the other hand, a woman can cheat
and her husband won't have a clue."
"Want to sneak out the side door before he sees us?"
"No. Not Unless you do. I would actually like to see what he
does with his fuck buddy."
"That's fine. I still don't see them. Where is your husband?"
"They're at a table on the other side of the room. He's dark
haired, about 5' 10", 185 lbs or so.. a little overweight. He's
wearing a brown suit. The woman he's with is a blonde, good
looking, big tits. See them?"
Darlene looked at me when I didn't answer. I was staring
transfixed at the couple she had pointed out. "Do you know my
husband? The woman he's with?"
"I have never met your husband before, but the blonde he's with
is my wife, Rita. How did he meet her?"
Darlene was a bit surprised but not nearly as much as me. "He
probably met her at some party thrown by Lambert and McCorey.
Carl would have attended with me, and Rita probably came with
you. Carl saw her blonde hair, her big tits, hot ass and went
after her. Just a guess, but probably close to the truth. You
didn't have a clue that she's been fucking around behind your
back?"
When I shook my head indicating that I hadn't known, Darlene
shrugged and said. "See what I mean."
Now it was Darlene's turn to be concerned about me. "Do you
want to leave?"
"No. I want to stay and watch them for awhile. Ok?"
"That's what I was hoping you would say."
After a bit, Carl and Rita moved onto the dance floor where he
quickly took possession of my wife's ass with both of his hands.
Halfway through the song, he was pressing her mound against his
erection, and Rita was grinding it in a sensuous, circular motion
against him. Without any warning, he kissed her, and she
responded vigorously by opening her mouth and mashing her lips
hard against his.
"How are you handling this? It must be torture for you."
Darlene asked me.
"Actually, it's not torture at all. My ego is hurt, of course,
that she would prefer Carl to me, but things have been cool to
cold between Rita and me for some time. I try to initiate sex
with her almost every night. I'm lucky if I get into her once a
week."
During the second turn on the dance floor, Carl managed to open
the top of my wife's dress and fondle her big tits all the while
grinding his cock against her mound.
"Do you think your husband is fucking my wife regularly or
could this be their first time together?"
"You see the way he holds her ass... like he owns it. He's
even opened up her dress in public. And if you watch when she
sits down, you'll see that she's sitting with her legs open
showing off her red panties."
When Carl and Rita finally left the dance floor, I watched as
my wife sat down on the couch. At first, she kept her knees
pressed together. As she and Carl chatted, her legs slowly opened
until they were fully spread and Carl was looking right at the
red panties covering my wife's cunt.
"See what I mean? A woman doesn't spread herself like that in
public unless the man she's with has been fucking her for some
time and she knows that he wants her legs wide open."
Darlene felt my cock and found it rigid. "This excites you,
doesn't it."
"What can I say. Yes it does, in a perverse sort of way.
Probably because I'm now fantasizing about the possibility that
he could have Rita and I might have a chance with you."
"Are you serious? I mean for real about wanting me?"
"Very serious. What should we do?"
"Do you still have the video equipment you used yesterday in
your car?"
"Yes. It's all in the trunk.. video cameras with telephoto and
wide angle lens, blank cassettes, the works. And by the way, I
have all the cassettes we took of you yesterday. No one will
ever see them. I promise. Why, do you ask?"
"When they leave here, they will either go to our house or to
yours... my guess is to ours since Carl will want to impress Rita
with its elegance. We follow them. Once Carl has your wife in
the bedroom fucking her, we let ourselves into the house and take
video of them.. the entire thing with close ups and so on. I can
use the video to get a divorce with a great settlement from Carl
and you can divorce Rita without any appreciable settlement.
What do you think?"
"I think that you're a very cunning, clever, smart, brilliant
woman. Let's do it. How are we going to get the video without
them knowing we're doing it?"
"If we're lucky and they go to our house, it'll be easy. There
are two entrances to the master bathroom. We just take the one
outside the bedroom, set up in the bathroom, and take the video.
They're going to be so wild over each other, they'll never notice
us. If either of them gets up to use the bathroom, we just step
out into the hallway until they leave. The cameras are silent
aren't they?"
"Very silent. That's not a problem."
"Good. All we have to do is wait."
We had to wait almost an hour. By the end of that time, Carl
had his fingers in my wife's cunt when they were at their table
and she was squeezing his cock through his pants. Even from
across the room, it was obvious that he was very hard. Finally,
Rita whispered something in Carl's ear. He grinned broadly and
asked for the tab. Once he had paid it, they both left in a big
hurry. My wife obviously couldn't wait to get his hard cock up
her cunt, and he was just as anxious to stick it in her.
Fortunately for us, they headed directly toward Carl and
Darlene's house. We waited outside for about 10 minutes while I
got the cameras ready. I took several blank cassettes for good
measure.
"He should have your wife in bed or close to it by now. Let's
go."
Darlene's plan worked perfectly. Fie minutes later, we had
entered the Kempler home and were slowly making our way toward
the hallway entrance to the master bathroom. Before we got
there, we heard my wife.
"OOOOHHHHhhhh you big stud Bastard.. Yessss!! Do it.. Lick
and suck my cunt.. aaahhhhhhhh.... god.. that's sooo good...
wish my husband were half as good... aaahhhhhhh... ooohhh you're
gonna make me cummmm."
Darlene looked at me with sympathy in her eyes. I shook my
head. "She will never let me. I ask.. she says no... it's dirty,
she says. Why would she do that?"
"Because some women are stupid bitches... like I was for
awhile. Hell will freeze over before I say no to you."
That did wonders for my male ego.. in spite of the fact that my
wife continued to moan and wail.
"OH SHIT! I'M ALMOST THERE.. MAKE ME CUMMMMMMMMM..." Then, a
moment later.. "FUCKKKKKKK... I'M CUMMMINGGGGGGG."
When we had the two video cameras ready, we moved into position
in the darkened bathroom so that we could see into the bedroom.
Rita had recovered from her orgasm and was in the process of
pulling down Carl's pants. A moment later, she was sucking his
7-inch, iron-hard, thick prick.
"God.. your wife is quite the cocksucker. She's taking all of
it on every stroke. I've got a lot more competition that I
thought."
"No you don't. She hasn't sucked me in almost a year.
But just look at the slut slurp your husband's prick."
We watched as my wife's saliva coated Carl's prick and balls..
then dripped off down her cleavage. Putting one hand on the base
of his cock, Rita began jacking him off when Carl pulled it out
of her mouth. She would let it smoothly slide through her hand
back into her throat when he shoved it back in.
Carl pulled out of her mouth before he came, stood my wife up
and pulled her dress down baring her big tits. She arched her
back and pressed her tits into his cupping hands. Kneeling in
front of her, he pulled the dress down her thighs. She stepped
out of the garment and kicked it away. Scooping her up in his
arms, Carl deposited my wife in a couch beside the bed.
She leaned back against the arm rest, lifted one leg up over
Carl's back and let the other one fall off the couch. The
position opened her sex saddle and Carl's head moved in
immediately. The audio equipment faithfully recorded my wife's
moans as her cunt and clit were sucked for a second time.
Carl continued to suck her until her body was gyrating and
hunching on the couch, thrusting her throbbing cunt against his
mouth. "OH Fuck, Carl. Don't make me cum again this way. I want
your big hard cock up my married cunt, Baby. Get on me. Get in
me! Fuck me. I need it!"
Carl's spread my wife's legs wide on the couch and moved his
body between her thighs into her sex saddle. I focused the wide
angle lens on them and got all the hot details of the action.. my
wife using her hand to open her cunt for him, his hands squeezing
her tits as he adjusted his cock at the entrance to her vagina,
the arch of her hips as she elevated her cunt to receive his hard
shaft.
Meanwhile, Darlene had the telephoto lens focused on her
husband's jerking, turgid cock, a long strand of precum hanging
from its tip. She zoomed even closer when the big cock head
stretched my wife's pussy open and slipped inside her hot tunnel.
As his shaft descended into the dark, wet hole, the telephoto
lens captured every throb, every jerk of the cock fucking into
the hole and also every quiver of my wife's vaginal lips. When
it was two-thirds of the way into her, Darlene's camera showed
the big round hole Carl's rigid cock made between Rita's thighs.
"Ohhhh shit... I'm fucking you, Rita... got my cock in your
cunt, Baby. Gonna fuck you and cum in you... UGGH! UGGH! UGGH!"
Every time his body slammed against hers, the loud sounds of
fucking echoed around the room:
"WHOOMMPF.. AH AH UGH.. WHOOMMPF.. AH AH UGH..
WHOOMMPF.. AH AH UGH.. "
"Oh take it, Slut. Take it up your hot throbbing cunt hole."
"Yesssssssss...fuck it into meeeeeeeee... use my cunt....
stud... fuck me... make me cum....aaahhhhhhhhhhhhh.."
"WHOOMMPF.. AH AH UGH.. WHOOMMPF.. AH AH UGH..
WHOOMMPF.. AH AH UGH.. "
"Oh.. fuck fuck fuck fuck... yessssssss.... you hot
Bastard... you're making me cum again......
uuuuuunnnnnnnnnnnnnnn"
When Carl flipped my wife over onto her hands and knees so he
could get into her doggie style, I focused on Rita's ass while
Darlene took video of her big swinging tits. Carl rammed his
hips forward, and although the position prevents us from seeing
his cock entering Rita's pussy, we heard the distinct sounds of a
woman being penetrated:
"GGAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh.... it's going innnnnnnn...
ooohhh fuckkk.... all the way innnn meeee.... give it to
me...give it to meeeeeeee... fuck me like a hot whore, Baby."
He gave her exactly what she begged for. In less than a
minute, she was gasping in a series of intense orgasms. When it
became impossible for him to hold it any longer, he pulled out as
Rita quickly got to her knees in front of him, cupped both of her
big tits and waited for his load. It came almost immediately,
drenching her tits.
After unloading on her tits, they rested for awhile as we
retreated to the kitchen where I took the opportunity to kiss
Darlene passionately. All through the kiss, I caressed her tits
and she put her hand inside my pants and fondled my throbbing
cock. A half hour later, we again heard fucking sounds from the
master bedroom.
When we got back into the bathroom, we saw that Carl now had my
wife with her knees on the floor, her upper body resting on the
seat of the couch. He was standing over her slamming his cock in
and out of her upturned asshole. Rita was grunting every time
Carl pumped his cock in all the way to his balls. We already had
both video cameras going.
"OOhh... yes... ass fuck into me, Stud. Use my
hot ass. My husband isn't man enough to ass fuck his wife. He
begs me.. I say no... he wimps out.. AAAhhhhhh.... not you... you
dirty Bastard... give it to me, make me cum."
Darlene whispered quietly. "Are you gonna ass fuck me tonight,
Lover?"
"Oh yes! And with a bigger cock that that slut is getting."
"What if I say no?"
"Not a problem. You just get my belt on your ass again until
you change your mind."
"mmmmmmmmm... I've already changed my mind."
From the bedroom, we heard Carl growling at Rita. "Get on me,
Baby. Ass sit my cock."
Both cameras caught my wife as she mounted Carl with her back
toward his chest. She held the dick upright with her hand and
fitted the head into her asshole. It entered her easily. She
grunted as he impaled her. A moment later, she leaned back and
gave him her entire ass. He pounded in and out of her with a
fury. Her ass spread into a gaping hole allowing him full
access.
Carl's cock rammed in and out of my wife's ass, over and over.
She screamed that she was cumming.. I thought she was faking it.
I raised my eyebrows at Darlene in a silent question.
"You're right. She's faking it. She's not cumming. How did
you know?"
"Don't see her pussy quivering or her clit either."
"I guess I had better not ever fake it with you, Lover."
"Please don't."
"I promise. Never."
Although my wife was faking her orgasm, Carl wasn't. His cock
jerked and throbbed as he ejaculated deep inside my wife's ass.
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Three months later, my uncontested divorce from Rita became
official. Even though I could have cut her off without a dime, I
didn't want to do that. I gave her the house and her car. I
also gave her one-third of my retirement accounts. My lawyer
said, "What the hell's the matter with you. You have her on two
video cameras fucking another guy like a whore. You don't have
to give her a cent."
"I know. But sex and love aren't the same thing. They really
aren't connected no matter what stuff you hear from preachers and
clerics. She liked sex with Carl better than she liked it with
me. I didn't divorce her for that. I asked for a divorce
because I knew she didn't love me any longer. I explained all
that to her and she felt much better and so did I. I did the
right thing even if you don't think so."
"Well, maybe you did", Baxter commented.
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Darlene's divorce took longer since Carl was unwilling to bend
even though his lawyer kept telling him that an even split of
assets was a generous offer. "With the video she has, she could
take every thing you have and insist that you work as her yard
boy for year. Be smart. Take the offer and say thank you before
her lawyer persuades her to change her mind."
"I want to know how in the hell she managed to get both wide
angle and telephoto video of Rita and I together that night. She
couldn't have possibly operated both cameras. Who the hell was
helping her? How did they know?"
"After the divorce, ask her. She'll probably tell you. But
here's another piece of free advice... if I were you, I would
take it very seriously... Don't fuck with that lady. Don't even
think about doing some thing to get revenge. She's a real
tigress and she'll eat you alive. Have you read a novel called
"Teeth of the Tiger" by Clancy?"
"No. I don't read novels."
"Maybe you should read this one. The theme of the entire story
is simple: "If you want to kick the tiger in his ass, you had
better have a plan for dealing with his teeth." Don't even
think about kicking this tigress. She's way out of your league."
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The lights were low; soft music played on the stereo in the den
of our newly built home; a candle burned on the table for effect;
the champagne was superb, and my wife was drop-dead gorgeous in
her sexy low-cut dress that exposed a large expanse of her big
tits. She had the dress pulled high on her thighs to give me a
good view of her garter belt and nylons. The red, "fuck-me"
pumps got me hard.
"I love you, Mrs. Darlene Cramer"
"I love and adore you, Mr. Brian Cramer. Will you please fuck
me tonight?"
"I intend to."
"I quit taking my birth control pill a couple of days ago. And
this time, don't you dare put them in my juice or burgers. I
want your big cum load in me.. breeding me... making my belly
swell."
"Well... sometimes it takes more than one fucking to breed a
hot woman. It can be a tough job, but someone has to do it."
My new wife, finished her champagne, pulled her dress up around
her waist revealing the fact that she wore no panties. She bent
over the back of the couch, arched her ass high, looked over her
shoulder at me and said,
"FUCK ME! STUD!"
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