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Subject: {ASSM} C and C (slut wife, voy, inter, FM, FF, F/M+, pee, beast.) Part III of III: Return of the Legend part 1
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Standard Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy. It takes place in a world
with no HIV, HPV, or other STD's, a place where all birth control is 100%
effective. That is not the world we live in and engaging in the activities
described herein can seriously screw up your life or even kill you. Also,
if you are under age 21 or don't like dirty stories, then go away. 'Nuff
said.
Due to technical difficulties beyond my control, Part III of C&C will be
posted in two parts. This is part one of Part III.
Comments welcome to above email address (remove ".spamenot").
C&C (slut wife, voy, inter, FM, FF, F/M+, pee, beast.) Part III of III:
Return of the Legend
I woke up in the morning with my arms around a female form. We were in
the "spoons" position and my cock was between her ass cheeks. Her hair
smelled good as I nuzzled her neck. She felt that and squirmed her ass
against my cock. I put a hand on her breast, not noticing that it felt a
little big. I allowed my hands to roam over her body and heard her moan in
appreciation. She reached back and took my cock in her hand. I had yet to
open my eyes and was enjoying the sensations. She rolled around and we
kissed while she gave me a hand job and I fingered her clit. I kept my
eyes closed. I pushed on her shoulder and she went on her back. I climbed
on top of her, opening my eyes just enough to move the covers out of my way
and to notice the female form beneath me.
I slid my cock in her, again that it didn't quite feel right didn't sink
in to my half-awake brain. She moaned and it didn't sound exactly right. I
opened my eyes and noticed my wife now had blonde hair. Suddenly it hit
me. I was fucking Cheryl! I stopped and she made an angry sound.
I looked down at the woman I was fucking. "Come on, boy, fuck me," she
growled.
Well that's all I needed. I started pumping her for all I was worth.
She started slinging her ass against me and soon we had the rhythm. She
was even livelier in bed than Carly, if that's possible.
We fucked a good five minutes. She would pull my face down to hers for
some sloppy kisses. I got the feeling she liked things wet.
I soon felt that nice pressure in my balls. "I'm going to come," I
panted. "Should I come inside you?"
"If you don't," she replied breathlessly, "I'm going to kill you."
I started coming. I pumped cum into her cunt and felt her orgasm hit.
She bucked against me as I filled her pussy with cum. When it was over I
collapsed on top of her chest and Cheryl wrapped her arms around me and
started kissing my neck.
Then I heard clapping. I turned toward the sound. Standing in the door
to the bathroom, wearing a hotel robe and her hair wet, was Carly.
I jumped, trying to get out of Cheryl's embrace. But Carly came over
and kissed us both. "That was fun to watch," she said with a smile. "I
love both of you."
I was greatly relieved. Even though Carly is a slut who has whored
herself out just for the thrill of it, I wasn't sure how she'd react to my
fucking another woman.
I kissed both the women and went to the bathroom to piss. I got in the
shower and when I came out a very naked Cheryl was on the toilet peeing.
When she was finished she passed by me to get into the shower, rubbing her
body against mine. It had gotten extremely casual. I dressed and went
into the suit's main room and watched CNBC to see how my investments were
doing (miserably ever since the beginning of the year).
A while later the ladies (and I use that term loosely) came out of the
bedroom. Cheryl was wearing what she had on the night before but Carly was
dressed in true trophy wife fashion with expensive designer pants and top,
jewelry, and one those shamefully expensive little purses. She looked
wonderful.
"James," Carly said. "We want to go shopping. You know, girl-girl
stuff."
I don't think she was talking about sex.
"If you two want to spend some time together without me I understand," I
said, visions of lesbian 69's dancing in my head.
"We need the car," Carly said.
I picked up the phone. "This is Mr. Evans in Suite 2103. Please bring
my car around. My wife will be taking it." I hung up. "Have fun, girls."
I stood up to get a kiss from my wife. Cheryl kissed me, too.
"And," she said, "we have a surprise for you tonight." They headed for
the door.
"If I go somewhere," I asked, "when should I be back?"
"'Bout seven," Carly said as she slipped out the door.
Well, I was close to Silicon Valley and some of the VC's that'd financed
my company lived in the area. One was a good friend so I called him to see
if he wanted to go golfing. I'm retired and he's his own boss so
scheduling that was no problem. He picked up and we met two other
golfers-buddies of his, and played 18 holes. I played horribly, especially
my short game. I took some good-natured ribbing back at the clubhouse.
"That new wife of your wearing you out?" my friend asked.
"Yes," I said.
"You should see his wife," he told the others (he was at the wedding).
And he proceeded to describe Carly in detail.
"You're a lucky man," one of the others said.
If only he knew how lucky.
After the golf game I was back in the suite, showered and changed by a
quarter to seven.
The girls returned to the suite at seven-thirty carrying lots of
shopping bags with expensive logos on them. I got dual kisses (I could get
used to this) and they retired giggling to the bedroom. When they came out
they were both wearing stylish outfits with short skirts, heels, and
jewelry. Carly was carrying her overnight bag. That's strange, I thought.
"Let's go," Cheryl said looking at me.
I called down for the car and we headed for the elevator. The car was
waiting and I drove out of the hotel's driveway.
"Where to?" I asked.
We went to another nice restaurant for dinner then piled in the Jag.
With Cheryl's directions we ended up in front of a nondescript door in a
plain building. Only a street address identified the location.
"Let us out," Cheryl said, "then go park the car. Give us ten minutes
then follow. You have cash?"
"Yes," I said.
"Good, you'll need a lot. Open the trunk."
Carly and Cheryl got out with the overnight bag and another bag they
took out of the trunk and went in the door. I couldn't see inside, as it
was dark. I found a place to park the car and walked back to the door. I
was really perplexed by the time I reached the portal.
I pulled it opened and entered the dark foyer. Sitting on a stool was a
huge man. He must have weighed 300 pounds -- all muscle. I supposed he
could bench press a small building judging from the size of his arms. He
sat on a stool next to a small podium. On top of the podium was a UV lamp.
"Can I help you?" he asked ingratiatingly.
I had a feeling the wrong word here would get me tossed out like a
crumpled up piece of paper.
"I'm with C & C," I said.
He looked at me as if he didn't believe me.
"Are you a police officer or other law enforcement agent?" He asked.
That was a strange question, I thought. "No," I replied.
He still looked at me as if I was something that had floated up in his
toilet after a flush. "Hundred dollars," he finally said.
"What's that?" I asked.
"Cover charge."
I thought it was kind of steep for a cover charge but I pulled out my
money clip, peeled off two fifties and handed them to the guy. He
inspected them under the UV light before putting them in a cash box.
"Since you're new -" how the hell did he know that I wondered "-I'll
explain the rules. There are none. The girls are in charge and if they're
happy, I'm happy. If the girls are unhappy, you'll have to deal with me.
Understand."
I nodded wondering what the hell had my wife gotten me into.
Then he actually smiled. "Have a good time." He reached under the
podium and I heard a buzz. The door behind him swung open. I walked in
and was surprised at what I saw. Certainly it didn't rate the paranoia the
bouncer had displayed. It looked like a typical strip joint, I thought as
the door closed behind me. It was dark and there were small tables with
men sitting around them. Scantily clad women were wandering around talking
to the men asking, I assumed, if they'd like a table dance. There was a
low miasma of tobacco smoke hanging from the low ceiling. And there was
loud rock music. Strip joint, I thought stepping further in until I saw
the girl dancing on the stage in the spotlight.
She was totally naked (no surprise there). She had a nose ring, navel
ring, studs through her nipples and a chain running between them. Her left
breast had a tattoo that I couldn't make out but it was very colorful. But
what really was surprising was that she was squatting over a huge dildo
that was held to the floor by a suction cup. She slowly lowered herself
onto it then started bouncing up and down (and now I could see the ring
through her labia). I'd never seen anything like that in any strip joint
I'd been in. Then I noticed the girls wandering around were leaving with
guys and going through a door in the back. Some were dancing for the men
and the customer was touching them anywhere they wanted. As long as the
girls were happy, the bouncer said. And it looked like a steady stream of
large denomination bills kept them that way.
I sat at a table and a cute waitress, not dressed much more than the
dancers (for lack of a better word), asked me what I wanted to drink. I
ordered a Diet Coke that cost me $10. I tipped her five and she looked
happy.
The entrance opened and about four large, young guys came in with an
older guy. They were all black except one young guy and the old guy. They
all gathered around a table and watched the show. The older guy seemed to
be paying for everything.
I amused myself by watched the girl on the stage. She was obviously
having a good time (or faking it very well) and I watched as she orgasmed
(or faked it very well). Finally, she slowly stood up. Her cunt made a
smacking sound as the plastic dick pulled out of it. She pulled it from
the stage and the spot light went off.
The music went dead for a minute.
"Would you like some company?" I heard a voice ask. I turned to see a
tall woman with alabaster skin and luxurious black hair looking at me. She
was wearing unbuttoned white shirt tied at the waist, a white lacy bra
underneath, white thong panties, and white stay-up stockings on her long
legs. She was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever seen and that was
before I noticed her intense blue eyes.
But I wasn't sure what I should say. I assumed Carly and Cheryl would
join me soon (and where the hell were they?) so I shouldn't ask her to sit
down. But then again, would Carly care. I'd fucked her friend that
morning and she applauded. And why did she bring me here anyway (and where
the hell was she?). But I also wanted to keep the girls happy and if I
turned down this gorgeous creature she might become unhappy?
"I'm waiting for someone," I said.
"I can wait with you," she said, sitting down.
"I'm with C & C," I said to see what her reaction would be.
She looked at me as if she didn't believe me. But she took the hint and
left, giving me a glimpse of her fantastic ass wiggling around the fabric
of her panties. She went over to the group of young guys and the old man
gave her a lot of money and she smiled and sat down in one of the guy's
lap.
Just then the music started up again. The spotlight came on and shined
on a chair: just an old-fashioned bentwood chair. Now what, I wondered,
was going to happen.
Then I saw my wife. She walked into the spotlight on the stage. That
got my attention. She was wearing an outfit much like her "schoolgirl"
clothes that she wore that day after we returned from our honeymoon. She
had on a short, plaid skirt, knee high socks and little black patent
leather shoes with almost no heel. She had on white blouse buttoned all
the way up with a little black tie at the collar. Her red hair was in two
loose pigtails and her makeup was all soft and pink, making her look very
young. She was carrying what looked like a magazine.
She sat in the chair, demurely crossing her legs, and opened the
magazine. Then I could see it for what it was. It was a hard-core
pornographic picture book like they sell in porn shops for outrageous
prices. The name was clearly visible: "Schoolgirl Discipline."
Carly was holding the book with one hand and started feeling her breasts
with the other. When she turned the page, needing two hands, her free hand
went to the top of her thigh. She uncrossed her legs then and anyone could
see her white panties. She started running her hand up under her skirt
almost reaching her cotton-covered pussy. Then she turned the page, using
both hands, much to the disappointment of the audience. She slumped down
in the chair a little, exposing her upper thighs and panties more. This
time her hand went to the cotton. She played with herself through her
panties, her skirt pushed up in front, hanging down in back. Then she
shoved her hand inside her panties. The crowed cheered and I joined them.
I was enjoying this show very much and glad Carly brought me here to see
it. My cock was hard as a rock and I fought the urge to touch it.
The light moved so that we could only see Carly's face contorted in the
pleasure she was giving herself. But we could also see Cheryl standing
behind her. Cheryl looked angry. She was wearing glasses and her hair was
pulled back in a bun. She had on a high-collard white blouse with a cameo
at the neck. Over that she had on a gray jacket that matched her gray
skirt. It was long, below her knees, but has a slit up to mid-thigh. She
had on black high heels. Her arms were akimbo as she watched Carly for a
few moments. The spotlight widened so we could see both of the women.
Cheryl stepped forward and pulled the magazine from Carly's hand. Carly
jumped up in surprise, pulling her hand out of her panties. Cheryl looked
at the book and acted (I assumed she was acting) disgusted. She looked at
Carly angrily. Then she sat on the chair and pointed at her lap. Carly
bent over her lap, putting her ass in the air.
Cheryl rolled up the magazine and swatted Carly on the ass with it. It
wasn't a fake swat, I heard the smack, heard Carly yelp, and saw the pain
on her face. Carly squirmed and Cheryl looked as if she was getting
madder. She pushed Carly off her lap and stood up. Carly sat on the floor,
looking at her with pleading eyes. Cheryl set the magazine down and pulled
open the slit on her skirt enough to reach the top of her stocking. She
undid the garters holding up the tan hose and rolled it down her leg. She
kicked off her shoe, took the stocking off, slipped her foot back in her
high heels, and gestured for Carly to stand.
When she did, Cheryl turned her to face away from her, savagely pulled
her arms back, and tied her wrists together with the stocking. Then Cheryl
sat down and pulled Carly back onto her lap. Carly was helpless with her
hands tied behind her back. Cheryl lifted up her skirt, baring her white
panty-covered ass to everyone. She raised her hand and brought it down
hard on Carly's ass. Again I heard the impact and Carly cried out in pain.
I also noticed Cheryl left her hand on Carly's ass for a few seconds, and
when she removed it she didn't lift it straight up, but slid it off down
toward her legs. She then spanked Carly again and my wife yelped with the
pain.
Again, Cheryl angrily pushed Carly off her lap and stood up. Carly
landed on the floor, face down; her tied hands made her totally helpless.
Cheryl lifted her long skirt up and removed her other stocking. This she
used to gag Carly with. Then she pulled Carly up, sat down, and forced
Carly to, again, lay across her lap.
Cheryl lifted Carly skirt and seemed to contemplate her cotton panties.
Then she pulled them down. Carly's eyes grew wide as she anticipated what
came next. Cheryl raised her hand (the entire room seemed to be holding
its breath) and brought it down hard on Carly's bare ass. Carly squirmed
and there were tears in her eyes. Again Cheryl let her hand rest on my
wife's ass and then slid it off. She spanked her again, this time,
allowing her hand to slide around the curve of Carly's ass before removing
it. A third time she swated Carly. But this time she didn't remove her
hand but rubbed Carly's ass and slipped her hand down between her legs.
Then Cheryl again pushed Carly off her lap, letting her land hard on the
floor, her hands tied and her legs bound by her panties around her knees.
Cheryl stood and hiked up her long skirt and pulled off her white cotton
panties and let them drop to the floor. Then she sat again and spread her
legs. She roughly took Carly's head and pulled off the stocking gagging
her. Then she shoved Carly's face against her pussy. The crowd moaned.
Carly had no choice. She started licking Cheryl's vulva. Cheryl threw her
head back in ecstasy. Carly licked her friend's cunt and clit for about
five minutes while both of them moaned their pleasure. The Cheryl came on
Carly's face, almost screaming as she had an orgasm.
When Cheryl calmed down she again pushed Carly away so that she fell to
the floor. Cheryl disappeared for a moment and came back with a large
black strap-on dildo and set it on the chair. Carly looked at it
anxiously. Meanwhile Cheryl removed her skirt, jacket and blouse and undid
her hair letting it fall loose. She was wearing white, old-fashioned
garters and a white bra. She picked up the dildo and held in front of
Carly's face, then strapped it on. She picked up Carly and bent her over
the chair, her ass in the air. Then Cheryl got behind her and slowly
shoved the dildo up her cunt. Some of the young men cheered as this
happened. Once the plastic cock had completely violated Carly, Cheryl
started fucking her with the dildo. Carly's face registered her pleasure.
It wasn't long before my wife came. Cheryl still fucked her for a few
minutes more. Then she again pushed Carly on the floor. Removing the
dildo, she stood over Carly, straddling her body. Here's my wi! ! fe in
a school girl's outfit,
Then Cheryl started to pee on her. Carly couldn't block the stream of
yellow liquid that landed on her face and ran down her blouse, turning it
instantly translucent and showing her breasts and erect nipples. I thought
Cheryl would never stop pissing on my wife. But when she did she lowered
her cunt to Carly's face and made her clean her up with her tongue. Then
Cheryl pushed Carly's face to the floor and made her lick up the piss that
had puddled there. The crowd was going wild with cheers and groans of
disbelief. I, myself, could hardly believe what my wife had allowed to be
done to her. Finally, Cheryl helped Carly, her face-dripping wet with pee,
stand up. She removed the stocking holding Carly's hands together. They
kissed (more groans and cheers from the audience) and the spotlight turned
off.
My cock was about to force its way out of my pants it was so hard. The
crowd cheered and I joined in. It was about the most amazing thing I'd
seen. It was obvious Cheryl and Carly had done this before and probably
here. So, again, I learn something new about my wife.
I wondered what was going to happen next. The young men had obviously
enjoyed the show. The dark haired woman was squirming on each of their
laps in turn but then she left. The older man got up and when to the door
rear I'd seen men go into with women. When he returned the whole group got
up and went to the door. They all went inside. I looked for the dark
haired woman for a few moments but I lost interest in what happened to her
when a woman appeared on the stage with a large black Labrador. The woman
was naked except for a dog collar. The dog was excited and kept sniffing
at her pussy. She knelt down and began petting the dog and talking to it.
"Is your name James?" a voice interrupted my watching.
It was the dark haired woman.
"Yes."
"I have a message from C & C for you."
"Yes?"
"They'd like you to come with me to the back."
I glanced at the stage. The woman had reached under the dog and was
stroking its cock. I was morbidly fascinated and wanted to watch. But I
also wanted to see what C & C had in store for me this time. I went with
her to the door. She put her arm through mine like we were at a frat dance
or something.
At the door there was another bouncer who demanded $200. I peeled off
the bills (which he checked under a UV light) and we went in.
There was a "reception area" with yet another bouncer. Here there were
a few couches, each with a scantily clad gorgeous woman on them. There two
halls going in either direction. The halls were lined with doors, like a
hotel hall. Suddenly it hit me. This is a whorehouse! I guess that time
after the honeymoon wasn't my wife's first time whoring.
At the end of the shorter hall was a neon sign that said "Orgy Room."
The dark haired woman led me there. It looked like something out of a bad
'70's movie. There was shag carpet on the floor and velvet on the walls.
There were velvet couches and chaises scattered around the room. A mirror
ball hung from the ceiling. The young men with the older guy were sitting
on the furniture. They were all naked; their clothes were in a pile in a
corner.
"Who are those guys?" I asked the woman.
"The defensive line of a college football team," she explained. "They
beat Stanford this weekend with a bunch of quarterback sacks and that
booster is treating them to this."
I wondered what the NCAA would say about that.
"I've got to go but C&C will be out soon."
"Uhm, thanks," I said. She walked over to the group of men, kneeled
between a big black guy's legs, and took his thick cock in her mouth. The
older guy started peeling off bills from his money clip and stuffing them
in her panties.
I was distracted when my wife and Cheryl came in another door.
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