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This Couple Is Mine
By vulgus

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Story codes: Forced MM, MF, MMF, M+F, mmmF, Reluct., Creampie

To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.

The seeds to this story were planted in Germany nearly twelve
years ago. I was a junior NCO stationed at a small Kasserne
located just outside of Stuttgart. I wasn't where I had planned
to be. It had always been my dream to become a proud member of
the 101st Airborne and make that my career. Before I joined the
Army I had beefed up and worked hard at an exercise regimen of
pushups, sit-ups, pull-ups and running that had me well ahead of
my peers when I arrived to start my military career. 

Basic training had been a breeze and Airborne training nearly as
easy. I was slated to graduate at the top of my class when, on my
last qualifying parachute jump I shattered my ankle. Some fool
that jumped after me screwed up packing his chute and it didn't
open all the way. He came down too fast and used my chute to
break his fall. He all but collapsed my chute and I hit the
ground far too fast.

It took me nearly a year to recover from the surgery and complete
the physical therapy. When it was all over the doctors wouldn't
clear me for airborne duty. I was, however, cleared for other
active duty assignments as the Army saw fit.

I ended up being retrained and assigned to the Signal Corps. I
was not a happy soldier. Although I wasn't happy, I was good at
it. I was back in peak physical shape and I took pride in my
appearance and the job that I did. I was soon being promoted
ahead of my peers and because of my appearance, my job
performance and my high test scores the officers I worked with
frequently tried to talk me into requesting assignment to Officer
Candidate School. 

I was flattered, but my desire for a military career ended when
my ankle was shattered. If I could not be in the 101st I intended
to get out at the end of my enlistment. 

I started attending evening college classes and getting some of
them out of the way before I got out and became a full time
student. 

My life wasn't all about the Army and my studies though. I loved
Germany. I loved the people and the beer and the food and the
sights. I learned enough of the language to get by and I spent
many a weekend driving around the German countryside in my MGB.

There was a nice little Gasthaus across the street from the front
gate of our Kasserne. There were about a dozen of us that were
regulars there and we had our own table in the corner, our
Stammtisch. 

The beer was good and cold and the schnitzel was excellent. We
would gather there at the end of the day for a few drinks and the
chance to flirt with the pretty German waitress. Towards the
beginning of the month we would eat supper there. The last week
or two we usually could only afford the beer.

One of the guys in our group of regulars, Don, was more of a
hanger on actually. We tolerated him more than accepted him. He
worked for me and he seemed to follow me around like a little
puppy. He wasn't a bad kid really, just somewhat personality
challenged. He was a good worker though and I didn't mind looking
out for him a little. 

That is why I find it so hard to explain what happened. I can
offer some excuses, but what I did was so far out of the norm for
me that I really don't understand what came over me.

The men's room at the Gasthaus was in the basement. I went down
there one evening, not much before closing time and used the
facilities. 

I was pretty drunk. I didn't usually get drunk. I normally had
two or three beers and went back to my room in the barracks.
Until recently I had been living with a German girl in an
apartment in the small town. She kept pressuring me about
marriage and we ended up breaking up a few weeks earlier. I had
moved back into the barracks. Not the ideal place to live, but
very affordable.

We had been having a good time that night, though, and I had
drunk twice my normal limit. Don't forget, we're talking about
German beer here, not watered down American beer.

When I was leaving the men's room I had to wait at the foot of
the narrow stairs for Don to come down. He smiled drunkenly and
stopped to engage me in inane conversation. 

He was a skinny guy without any more muscle on him than he needed
to propel his body from point A to point B. He was nineteen and
blonde and if he hadn't shown me pictures of his fianc I would
have guessed he was gay. 

I wouldn't have cared. He wouldn't have been the first gay I had
working for me in the Army and I don't have a problem with them.
I don't give a shit about "Don't ask don't tell." I don't get rid
of a good worker for something that isn't any of my business.

What happened next is all pretty hazy. We had been standing
outside of an unlocked store room. I remember pushing Don into
that room and forcing him to his knees and forcing him to suck me
off. 

I don't know why. I'm not gay or bi. It had only been a few weeks
since I broke up with my girlfriend, I wasn't all that horny and,
despite what happened that night, and the subsequent events that
I am going to relate, I am actually a pretty nice guy, if I do
say so myself.

Like I said, the events of that evening were a bit hazy. I
remembered that he didn't fight very hard. He cried when it was
over, but he did it. 

Afterwards I felt like a real shit, which was totally
appropriate. Instead of going back upstairs to the table I went
out through a backdoor and went to my room.

When I woke up the next morning I couldn't believe what I had
done. I went out to the morning formation in front of the
barracks and fully expected to be arrested. I tried to act like
nothing had happened. When I looked at Don he blushed, but didn't
say anything. I was uncomfortable around him for a week or so,
but he never said anything and eventually it was, if not
forgotten, at least pushed into the background.

That would have been the end of it, if it had never happened
again. But it did. A month later I was in a barracks room just
down the hall from my own, playing spades and drinking good,
cheap, German wine. When the game was over I went back to my room
at the end of the hall. Being an NCO I had a private room and I
shut the door and got undressed. I was not as drunk as I had been
that night at the Gasthaus, but I wasn't sober either.

I intended to lie in bed and read for a while and then get some
sleep. I had just finished stripping down to my shorts when there
was a knock on my door. I opened it to find Don standing there.
He looked nervous and he said that we needed to talk. He pushed
past me and I shut my door and he started talking about that
night at the Gasthaus and how upset he was and he wanted an
apology. 

I swear I don't know what happened. As I said, I wasn't all that
drunk this time. All I know is that I pushed him back down on his
knees and pushed my shorts down and forced him to suck me off
again. This time though, I was at least sober enough to realize
that, although he was crying and not doing it willingly, he
wasn't fighting me. 

When it was over he struggled to his feet and in a quiet, hurt
voice he said, "God damn you Sarge!"

As soon as he left I felt like shit. I was more sober this time
though, and I couldn't help but wonder at his reaction, his lack
of a struggle. Hell! If someone tried to make me suck their cocks
they would have had to beat me half to death, and I still would
have bitten the damned thing off for them!

It happened once more before I was discharged and returned home
and went to college full time. We had been out in the field on a
two week field problem. One night he and I were alone in one of
the signal rigs on the night shift and I pulled out a bottle of
Crown Royal that I had hidden in the rig. We both had a few
shots. This time though, I was sober. 

I asked him, "Why don't you fight?"

He looked at me and just shrugged. 

I had to ask. "Do you want to be made to do that?"

He shook head vehemently.

I looked at him in wonder for a minute, then I stood up and
pulled out my cock and he didn't move. I walked over to his chair
and grabbed his head and forced my cock into his mouth and fucked
his face. It only took a few minutes. When it was over he just
sat there for a few minutes. He didn't cry this time. He didn't
swear. 

He looked over at me after a minute or two and said, "Are you
done?"

I seemed to be more embarrassed than he was! He didn't even leave
the rig after that. I gave him another shot of Crown Royal and
then we sat waiting for something to do. 

The funny thing was, I had another month after that before I was
sent back to the States to be discharged and he didn't avoid me
or mention it. I couldn't help but wonder if he wanted me to do
it again. 

That wasn't the only thing I wondered about though. I wondered at
my own reaction. I was just not the kind of person that did
things like that. I was just as put off by sex with another male
as any other heterosexual male would be. I guess there was just
something about Don. Not that he turned me on, but that he let me
dominate him. I thought about it from time to time. I wondered
why I had done it, and why I had kept doing it. I never did it
with anyone else. I was never tempted to. 

I went back to real life after that. I returned home and with the
little bit of money that I had saved up, the help I got from
Uncle Sam, and the tuition assistance I got from a good school I
was able to attend a good college and I had a great time. 

I learned a lot. I was three or four years older and that much
more mature than the kids that I was in school with. I partied
now and then, but not like the rest of the kids. I applied myself
and got a good education and graduated Summa Cum Laude. 

I considered hanging around and getting an advanced degree. I was
enjoying school. I was anxious to stop being poor though and I
had gotten some very good job offers. I took the job with the
combination of the highest potential for rapid advancement and
the best salary and benefits package and I was off to climb the
ladder of success.

I did well too. I must say that a lot of my success in college
and in business was due to my airborne training. I had learned a
lot about perseverance. I didn't give up easily and I was more
apt than a lot of my peers to think outside the box. I think that
I also had a more firm grip on my ethics than a lot of the people
around me. I had a pretty firm sense of right and wrong, despite
what you might think of me after the way I had treated poor Don
in Germany.

My business life and my social life were both doing fine. I had
no love life. I dated from time to time, but I almost never dated
the same girl twice. They all seemed so vacuous. They all
reminded me of my German girlfriend. I had the impression that
they were looking for a ring on the second date. I was getting to
be of an age that I was starting to consider marriage. I was just
about to turn thirty-one. It just seemed like every time that I
met a woman that really appealed to me she was already married. 

I didn't spend too much time worrying about it though. If I met
someone then that would be great. If not, well, I'd cross that
bridge when I came to it.

I had been working for Miles, Gunn and Lewis for only four years
when I was selected over a room full of men and women that had
more seniority than me to take over a major satellite office in
another state.

There were a lot of mixed feelings about that from the people
that I worked with. Most people realized that I was more than
qualified, and that I had really earned it. I suppose that they
couldn't help being jealous though. Luckily I am a fairly
personable guy and I was popular enough that there weren't a lot
of hard feelings.

I was pretty excited. I had been given free rein when it came to
how I ran my office and I had some ideas that I was anxious to
try out. I was also excited about the huge pay raise.

I packed up my clothes and headed for my new home town. The
company was paying to move me, once I found a place to live. 

I found a suite in a medium priced extended stay inn and after
unloading the car I drove out to my new office. I went in and
walked around without letting anyone know that I was there, just
to get an idea of what it was like. I saw a few problems, like
the lack of security, but I was impressed by how hard everyone
seemed to be working. It was too soon to judge, but it didn't
look like there would need to be a bloodbath when I started
work.

I left and drove around town aimlessly for a while, just trying
to get a feel for the place. It was not a big city. It was a
medium sized town that was a suburb of a nearby city and it
seemed like a nice place to live. 

I saw a few areas that were promising and the next morning I
contacted a realtor and started looking around for a nice house
in a good area. I didn't need to hurry. I had two weeks before I
needed to check in. I was anxious to get to work though and
serendipity being what it is I found the house I wanted on the
second day. 

I had managed to put aside enough money in the last four years
that I could write a check for half of the price of the home and
I financed the remainder for five years. My new salary would
allow me to make those payments and a little extra and still have
an amount left over that was equal to my previous salary. Life
was good.

After spending half a day doing paperwork and after getting
permission to move in right away I arranged for utilities in my
new home and the movement of my property from my old home.

In four days I was ready for work. I went in to my new office and
this time I let it be known that I was there. My predecessor was
still there, waiting to help me settle in and he was very
gracious. He showed me around and introduced me to the key people
and helped me settle in. He had already removed just about all of
his personal belongings from the office. About the only thing he
had left was his coffee cup.

We spent the next couple of weekdays together and he was very
helpful. Then the place was all mine. I spent the next couple of
days going around and meeting the people, all of the people, all
the way down to the cleaning crew. 

That was when I received my big surprise. One of my lower level
executives was Don! He had known that I was coming and much to my
surprise he greeted me warmly. He even invited me to his home to
meet his wife and have dinner. I accepted easily, having nearly
forgotten about our previous relationship, if it can be called
that.

I agreed to follow him home the following day, Friday. It wasn't
until after I had left him in his office that I felt strange
about it. I shrugged it off. I had put that all behind me now. It
seemed that he had too.

I followed Don to his nice, middle class home in a modest
subdivision after work on Friday and met his wife Kylie for the
first time. She was the cute young woman that I had seen in those
pictures that Don had shown me in Germany nine or ten years ago.
She was about thirty now and still very beautiful and very
youthful. She seemed reasonably intelligent, but not very well
informed. She even bragged about not reading the newspaper or
watching the news on TV. That kind of pissed me off. It was that
kind of lazy, ignorant behavior that got Bush elected, and then
re-elected. 

I just smiled and let it go. It wasn't my job to tell her what a
pinhead she was. It was a shame though, she was obviously not
stupid. That made the idea of remaining intentionally uninformed
that much more difficult to overlook.

She may not have been much of a brain, but she was a great cook
and the meal was excellent. After we ate we sat out on the patio
and talked. She kept mentioning what good friends Don and I had
been in Germany. The more she brought it up the more that I was
reminded of the way that I had dominated and abused him. 

He continued to act as though nothing had happened though. Even
when our eyes met it was like the memory had been wiped from his
mind. Maybe it had.

They had a small pool in the backyard and they invited me to go
for a swim to cool off and relax. They had a selection of spare
suits and it seemed like a good idea. I had been alone in my
suite every evening since I arrived in town and it would be nice
to have someone to talk to for a while. Even these two!

We went inside and Kylie led me to a spare bedroom and laid out a
selection of suits of various sizes for me. I found one that was
my size and put it on and went outside again. 

Kylie was saying something to Don when I stepped out onto the
deck and she was suddenly silent and stared at me as if she had
never seen a man with his shirt off before. I was no body
builder. I was in very good shape though. I had maintained my
exercise regimen and lifted a few light weights just to stay
toned. 

Kylie realized that she was staring and she blushed, recovering
slowly. She smiled and said, "It looks like you found some trunks
that fit." 

We all headed into the pool and after swimming around a little,
Don said, "I'm going to go in and make us a pitcher of Long
Island ice tea."

He got out and left Kylie and I alone. Kylie was wearing a
conservative two piece swim suit, not even a bikini. Even so, she
looked very sexy. If I didn't know better I would never have
guessed that she was thirty. She had a tight, hard little body.
She may not exercise her mind, but she obviously exercised her
body.

She was shy and I had the impression that she was just as
submissive as her husband. I was amused at the way she couldn't
keep her eyes off of my chest and my arms.

I tried to engage her in conversation, but we didn't have much in
common and she couldn't stop staring at me long enough to form a
thought. It was a relief when Don came back out and we joined him
at the table on the patio.

I let Don and Kylie guide the conversation as we sipped our
drinks. I thought it strange that Don kept guiding the
conversation back to our time together in Germany. Was he trying
to remind me that I had dominated him and forced him to suck my
cock?!

Things got stranger though. After we had each had a couple of
glasses of that potent drink, they started telling me far more
than I wanted to know about them. I didn't know how much Kylie
knew about what had happened in Germany, but I was getting the
distinct impression that Don had invited me here and given me
alcohol in the hope that something would happen!

At first I thought that I must surely be misinterpreting what was
going on. I decided that there was one way to find out for sure.
Kylie got up and went to the bathroom and when she came back out
onto the patio and got within reach I pulled her into my lap. 

She looked alarmed. She put up a token struggle, but she never
said a word, and never once looked to Don for help. I let her
struggle briefly and then I said, "Sit still Kylie!"

She did! She stopped moving and looked down at the deck and made
no sound at all as I put my hand on her lower thigh and moved it
slowly up towards the matronly suit that she was wearing.

I stopped when my fingers were within two or three inches of the
crotch of her suit and I observed her reaction. Her eyes were
closed now and she was breathing rapidly. There was a deep flush
all the way from her chest up to where the light blonde hair on
top of her head took over.

I glanced at Don and he was flushed too. He also had a large
bulge in the front of his trunks. He looked like he was totally
humiliated, and he may have been, but he was also very excited.

I turned my attention back to Kylie and I said, "Don, get up and
come over here and take Kylie's top off. I want to see her
tits."

Kylie shook her head and groaned, but then she sat still as Don
got up and came closer. He fumbled with the catch in the back of
her bra and finally freed it. Her bra slid down her arms and her
breasts were free. I pulled her bra off of her arms and tossed it
to Don. 

Kylie had her eyes closed now and the flush seemed even deeper,
extending now to the tops of her breasts. She had perfect
breasts. She was a very petite woman and her breasts appeared to
be a B cup, not that I am an expert. I have a preference for
small breasted women though, and I thought that hers were
perfect. They were pure white, except for the tiny nipples at the
tips. I could have covered her areola with a nickel. Her pencil
eraser sized nipples stood firm and her breasts didn't sag at
all. 

Her breathing had become shallower as I stared at her chest. I
lightly touched my fingertips to her breast and traced a path
around her sensitive flesh and watched her reaction. She fought
it, but I could see that she was enjoying what I was doing. 

When I finally began teasing her nipples her head fell back and
she groaned in pleasure. I could tell though that it killed her
to show her feelings like that.

I squeezed one of her nipples, lightly at first, then harder and
harder and one of her hands reached out to grab my wrist. She
held my wrist, but she made no attempt to pull my hand away. She
squeezed my wrist and grunted. Her head shook back and forth and
she moaned, "No, oh dear god no!" Then she shuddered and had a
violent orgasm as she fought to keep from vocalizing her
feelings. 

I still didn't have any idea what was going on here with these
two. I didn't care anymore either.

I waited until it looked like Kylie's breath seemed like it was
almost back to normal. Then I picked her up easily and set her on
her feet between my legs. 

Don had returned to his seat as I teased his wife's breasts. I
didn't even look at him. I just said, "Don, get back over here
and finish stripping your wife. I want to look at her pussy and
her ass before she sucks my cock."

Her legs were like rubber. When I ordered Don to finish
undressing his wife she almost collapsed between my legs. She
leaned forward and one of her hands fell to my chest for support.
I was watching her and her eyes snapped open and she moved her
hands lightly over my muscular chest and then across my shoulder
and down over my bicep. She may have wanted to appear reluctant.
It was apparent to me, however, that she was looking forward to
what was to come.

Don pulled the rest of his wife's swim suit off and she was now
naked in front of us. I pulled her back into my lap and this time
I slid my hand all the way up to the moist slit between her
slender, muscular legs. 

As soon as my fingers touched her slit she almost jumped right
out of my lap. She had begun shaking her head again, but she
didn't want me to stop. I teased her slit for a minute, enjoying
the sensations. It had been quite a while since I had had the
pleasure of touching a beautiful, naked woman. 

This weird situation was totally new to me, but I was enjoying
it. I wasn't sure what they were playing, but I was in charge now
and it was going to be my game from now on. I asked her, loudly
enough for Don to hear, "Kylie, are you any good at sucking
cock?"

She made an unintelligible noise, almost a keening whine. It was
a totally involuntary noise, but primitive and exciting. She was
incapable of speech at the moment so I turned to Don and asked,
"How about it Don? Is she any good at sucking cock?"

He shrugged and said, "No, not really. She thinks it's nasty."

I asked, "Is she worse than you?"

He blanched, but she seemed not to have heard. 

He appeared to not know how to answer that. 

I turned back to Kylie and as I began to saw a couple of fingers
in and out of her pussy I said, "Don says that you aren't a very
good cocksucker Kylie. You are going to learn. If you are going
to be my slut you have to learn how to suck cock. When you suck
my cock you are going to have to convince me that you love it.
When I fill your mouth with cum you will have to savor it like
the nectar of the gods. From now on, your goal in life is to
please me. You will please me and anyone else that I order you to
please."

Her eyes snapped open when the last part of my statement sank
into her brain, but she offered no protest.

I stood her back on her feet and then I stood up. I ordered Don
to come over and pull my trunks off. He obeyed instantly. 

I stepped out of my trunks after he pulled them down and I
ordered Don to strip his off as well. I'm not all that well hung.
My cock is totally average in fact. It is about six and a half
inches long and maybe a little more than an inch and a quarter in
diameter. From what I have read that is just about dead center of
average. 

Don's little dick was about four inches long and not much bigger
around than my index finger. I could tell from looking in Kylie's
eyes that she most likely had never seen any cock besides Don's.
She was staring at mine in awe.

I asked, "Do you like that Kylie? Do you like the way my cock
looks? Are you ready to show me how much you love it?"

She nodded, but I could see that she was nervous. I sat back down
and reached over and took the cushion off of an empty chair and
placed it between my legs. I ordered Don to be a gentleman and
help his wife into position between my legs. 

When she was in place I said, "Okay Don, now take my cock in your
hand and guide your wife's mouth down over it."

He looked at me guiltily and then he wrapped his hand around my
cock. He placed his other hand behind his wife's head and guided
her down until her lips touched my cock. 

I ordered her to lick it, and while she was doing that I ordered
Don to reach between her legs and tease her pussy. I said,
"She'll do a much better job of sucking my cock if you keep her
excited. Don't let her cum though."

I watched Kylie struggle to suck my cock. It was obvious that she
didn't do it often, or well. I was quite content to let her
practice for a while though. Even a bad blowjob feels good.

I looked at Don and said, "Okay Don, what the hell is going on
here? You invited me over for this. I can tell you are not the
type of people that do this sort of thing. This is totally out of
character for both of you!"

Don must have thought that I was just going to take advantage of
what was being offered and not ask any embarrassing questions. He
seemed more embarrassed when I forced him to talk about it than
he was about what I was doing, or making him and his wife do.

He said, "We have been having problems, sexual problems. I
figured it was just because my dick is so small. Well, that and
because we are both pretty conservative. That was what I thought
until a few months ago when I found Kylie's diaries. I knew it
was wrong, but I looked at them. I wondered if she was still in
love me and I wondered if I could learn what I could do to make
her happy."

"What I discovered was not so much the events of her day-to-day
life, but her fantasies. She is unhappy, and a lot of her
unhappiness is because of me. I want to make her happy. But her
fantasies...I can't do those things. I already knew that you were
coming here to take over. I knew that you could."

This sounded interesting! I had moved my hand to the back of
Kylie's head and was making her take more of my cock into her
mouth now. She wasn't fighting me, but she wasn't having an easy
time of it.

I pulled her head off of my cock suddenly and slapped her face.
Not hard, just to startle her. I looked at her sternly and said
in my best authoritarian voice, "Jesus bitch! It isn't a horse
cock. Just relax and swallow on the down stroke. There is no
reason why you shouldn't be able to take a cock that size into
your throat. Now stop fucking around and get it right!"

The look on her face was priceless. Half way between "yes, this
is what I wanted" and "oh shit, what have I gotten myself into?!"
I pulled her back down and she began struggling with my cock
again. At first she was just as inept as before I interrupted,
but I growled, "What did I just fucking tell you, you stupid
cunt?"

She moaned and I saw her make a conscious effort to relax. I
watched as she started over and I quietly reminded her to
swallow. She did a little better. She didn't take it into her
throat, but she seemed to get the gagging under control finally.

I turned my attention back to Don and asked, "It's nice that you
want to please your wife, but I notice you have a hard on. This
turns you on too, doesn't it?"

"Some of it," he admitted.

I wondered again about the way he had reacted to what I had
forced him to do in Germany. I remembered that he had not been
very good at it either, but that when I thought about it later I
had been embarrassed to realize how much I had enjoyed dominating
him that way. I was enjoying this now too. I had just started to
let myself think about the possibilities of having a couple to
dominate and humiliate. 

"Go get them," I ordered.

Kylie moaned in embarrassment as Don stood up and went to get her
diaries. I think it was embarrassment. It might have been because
he had taken his hand away from her pussy.

He ran upstairs and was back shortly with two thick diaries. I
took them from him and he moved back down behind Kylie and
returned to teasing her pussy lightly. I picked up one of the
diaries and saw that it was completely filled with neat, legible,
feminine handwriting. 

I turned to the first page of the first book and there was no
preamble. It started right out at the beginning of a fantasy. As
I read through the first few pages and noted the extreme
attention to detail I was getting very turned on by what I read.
These were what I would have thought were more along the lines of
male fantasies than female fantasies. 

I read a few pages and then flipped through the book, stopping to
read here and there. There were tales of forced exhibitionism,
always at the hands of some man other than her husband. There
were stories of rape and gangbangs and all sorts of abuse. In all
of her little scenarios, everything that she did was done against
her will, and her despair was always deepened because of the
orgasms she always had as she was forced to submit to these
strong men that took control of her life. 

I put the book down and looked down at Kylie. I asked, "Did you
give up? You still haven't got that little cock of mine down your
throat? I don't think you're trying hard enough bitch."

I put my hand back behind her head and began applying pressure
and she struggled a bit, but after several attempts I was able to
force my cock down her throat. She struggled briefly as I held
her with her lips wrapped tightly around the base of my cock. 

I reached down and squeezed one of her breasts and yelled at her.
"Hey you stupid cunt, look at me!"

She stopped struggling finally and opened her eyes. I said, "You
can breathe! Relax. Stop panicking. You are going to have to get
used to this. You are going to be doing a lot of it."

She finally came to the realization that she could breathe with
my cock in her throat and she stopped fighting and relaxed. I let
go of her head and said, "I like your little sex books. They turn
me on. We are going to have to try a lot of this shit out. Now, I
am going to cum in a minute or two. When I start to cum I want
you to move your lips up to the head of my cock and finish me off
with your hand. Don't swallow! Hold my cum in your mouth until I
tell you that you have permission to swallow it. Okay, now get
back to work, and I want you to take my cock down into your
throat on every stroke until I start to cum."

Kylie had been kneeling there with my cock buried in her throat
while I told her what I expected from her and she had gotten used
to it. Now, as she started stroking her lips up and down my cock
she was having a much easier time of it. I leaned back and
relaxed and watched her sucking me, and I watched her husband as
he watched her sucking me. 

I had planned to have her hold my cum in her mouth after I shot
off, but I had another idea as I looked down at them on their
knees in front of me and it was so nasty that it put me over the
edge. 

I told Kylie that it was time and she held the head of my cock
tightly in her lips and used her hand on my cock. It had been a
while and I came pretty violently, filling her mouth with cum.
She gagged on the first couple of spurts, but managed to relax
and obey my previous instructions.

When I had finished cumming I ordered her to straighten up and
show me. She carefully moved her mouth off of my cock and sat up.
She tilted her head back and opened her mouth carefully. I guess
between going so long since the last time I had sex and the idea
that this beautiful young woman was submitting to me like this in
front of her husband I had outdone myself. Her mouth was nearly
full.

I looked down at my softening cock and there were several drops
of cum that had oozed out as I went soft. I ordered Kylie to
close her mouth and hold my cock up and after she obeyed I
ordered Don to lick up what his wife had missed. I guess I'm a
kinkier fuck than I thought I was. Because watching her hold my
cock up so that her husband could lick up the last few drops of
cum that she had missed really excited me. They were both
embarrassed as hell by what they were doing, but I could see the
moisture covering Kylie's tight little pussy and Don still had a
hard on.

Don shuffled closer on his knees and I watched Kylie's face as
she watched her husband lean down and lick the head of my dick. I
might have expected just about any reaction from her. It may be
that she couldn't fully express herself with a mouth full of cum,
but my only impression was of mild curiosity.

It was time to see how she liked my next idea. I ordered Don to
straighten up and face Kylie and then I ordered them to kiss.
That got a definite reaction from them! 

Don had not seemed very upset when he had licked the head of my
cock a moment ago. He didn't look eager to kiss his wife now
though. Not with her mouth still full of cum. He hesitated long
enough that I felt compelled to say, "Now Don, or I'll take my
belt to your pansy ass!"

Don closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath and then he
took Kylie in his arms and they kissed. They knew what I wanted
to see and I watched as their tongues entwined and they shared
her mouthful of cum during their long, loving kiss.

I let them kiss for a minute or so and then I said, "Okay, now
you can both swallow."

Don seemed to take it better than Kylie! Don had swallowed my cum
before though. This was apparently the first time that Kylie had
taken a load of cum in her mouth, despite her kinky fantasies.
She needed to be ordered to do it. I had every intention of
seeing to it that she got a lot of experience in the near
future.

The pitcher of ice tea was just melted ice now. We had consumed
the good stuff. I ordered Don to get us all a beer and then I
pulled Kylie back into my lap. This time she sat with her back to
me and her legs straddling my own. I pulled her back against me
and with one hand on her pussy and another on her tit I asked her
if it was anything like she had imagined it would be. 

She shivered and then she said, "I'm not sure what I'm feeling. I
can't remember ever being so turned on, but my brain and my body
are not quite on the same waive length. My conscious mind is
telling me to put an end to this immediately. I am more
humiliated than I have ever been in my life. What you made me and
Don do just now was disgusting, but at the same time I am so
fucking close to cumming that I want to beg you to fuck me."

I smiled and said, "Your diary turned me on bitch. Some of those
things, many of those things, you are going to do them."

She shivered again and she groaned. I'm not sure if it was from
fear or in reaction to what my fingers were doing to her body. 

Don came back in and set the beers on the table and watched my
hands moving over his wife's body. He sat down and sipped his
beer as I toyed with her nipples and explored her tight, wet
slit. I could see the mixed emotions on his face. It was obvious
though that lust was winning out over jealousy.

I felt my cock twitching back to life and I held it up against
Kylie's drooling slit and rubbed it around. I ordered Don to drop
to his knees and suck my cock until it got hard so that I could
fuck his wife. 

He didn't hesitate this time. He dropped down onto the cushion
that Kylie had been using and as he took my cock into his mouth I
felt his face come into contact with Kylie's pussy. I lifted her
head up off of my shoulder and made her watch her husband suck my
cock so that I could fuck her.

I got hard quickly and I thought about taking them to their bed
and doing this, but I was comfortable and decided instead to do
it right here in this chair. That way Don could lick my balls
while his wife bounced up and down on my cock.

I lifted Kylie up, she couldn't weigh much more than a hundred
pounds if she weight that much. I ordered Don to line my cock up
with her slit and I slowly lowered her down over it. I ordered
him to keep his face there and lick my balls and I ordered her to
get to work. 

She braced her arms on the arms of the chair and began moving up
and down on my cock. It couldn't have been easy, but she was in
good shape and she managed. Don had a bird's eye view of my cock
going in and out of his wife's pussy as he licked my balls.

Kylie came quickly. She must have found the entire kinky
situation exciting, but I think it helped that her husband's nose
was sliding up and down her slit and rubbing her clit on every
stroke. 

I reached around her and squeezed her tits as she came and she
was doing more than groaning quietly now. She was beginning to
swear and she was getting louder and louder. She thrashed around
wildly for a minute, until her orgasm subsided. Then she quickly
resumed her up and down motions. I had just cum in her mouth, but
I was finding this entire situation very erotic. Not to mention
how hot and tight her sweet little pussy was. That little cock of
Don's had not stretched her out very much at all. It felt more
like the pussy of a teenage girl than a thirty year old woman. I
knew I wouldn't last much longer.

I tried to hold out so that Kylie could cum again and I just made
it. I felt her pussy clamp down on my cock and she started
getting loud again. I squeezed down on her tits and thrust up
into her from underneath and began filling her with cum. We both
collapsed then and waited for our breathing to return to normal.


After a minute I lifted her up off of my soft cock and ordered
her to stand beside my chair. When she was out of the way I
ordered Don to suck my cock clean. I watched Kylie look down and
stare at him in fascination as he took my cock into his mouth and
sucked my cum and his wife's pussy juice off of it.

When he was done I made Kylie return to her seat and I ordered
Don to suck her pussy clean. He found that to be a more difficult
task. He gagged several times, but the look on Kylie's face
indicated that she liked the idea. She certainly was a kinky
little bitch!

I relaxed and sipped my beer as I watched Don eating my cum out
of his wife's pussy. I still didn't know what his motivation was.
I had some idea about his wife's kinky fantasies. I didn't know
what was turning Don on. I resolved to wait until we were alone
to draw him out. It was obvious to me that I was here and in this
position now because of what had happened between us in Germany.
I just didn't know how he felt about it. Not now, not then. I was
sure that he had hated it at the time. Had I been wrong?

It had been an eventful evening and I started to get up and dress
to return to my suite. Then I thought, "What the hell am I
thinking!" 

I ordered Don to clean up the bottles and glasses and then join
us in the bedroom and I pulled Kylie to her feet. I followed her
upstairs, a very pleasant experience in itself. The way her
shapely ass twitched back and forth as she moved up the stairs
was enough to make me wonder if I could cum one more time before
I went to sleep. 

Kylie pulled the covers back on her bed and I went in and used
the toilet. When I came back out she was standing beside the bed
waiting for instructions. I moved up behind her and asked, "Is
Don the only man you have had sex with?"

She nodded.

I pinched her nipples and said, "Yes Master."

She drew a deep breath and repeated, "Yes Master!"

I rubbed my soft cock over her ass and asked, "So you have never
experienced any of those things in your diaries?"

She answered quietly, "No Master."

"Where did those fantasies come from?" I asked. "You didn't just
wake up one day and start craving that sort of thing."

She said, "My father had a collection of old movies and
magazines. They were all about bondage and rape fantasies and
gangbangs and, well, all those things that I fantasize about now.
When I could I would sneak a movie out and watch it in my room.
When I started masturbating, I did it while watching those movies
or reading his magazines."

"He caught me watching one his movies one day and he got rid of
all of that stuff. Or at least, if he kept it he hid it so well
that I could never find it. I looked. I looked hard."

"After that I tried to find another source, but when you are a
fourteen or fifteen year old girl, especially back then, before
the internet, I was just out of luck. So I started writing my own
fantasies down."

I asked, "Did you arrange for Don to find them, or was that truly
an accident?"

"It was an accident. I was terrified when he found them that he
would leave me. It was terribly embarrassing, but we talked about
what I had written. He admitted that it turned him on. He
couldn't be that man in my fantasies though. We both knew it. Don
is wonderful and I love him, but he can never be that man in my
fantasies."

We heard Don coming down the hall and I picked up the diary that
I had started reading and stretched out on my stomach on the bed.
I started reading where I had left off and I ordered them to give
me a tongue bath. 

Kylie started at my neck and Don at my feet and they slowly
covered my body with their tongues. It was very erotic, and very
pleasant, especially the part where they met at my ass and both
of them licked it until I turned over.

I had another hardon now, from what they were doing and from
reading Kylie's nasty fantasies. I let them start all over again
with Kylie licking my face and Don licking and sucking on my
toes. I put the diary down and closed my eyes and just enjoyed
the sensations. Kylie really seemed impressed by my muscular
chest and my biceps, and she spent a lot of time kissing and
licking my hard stomach. 

They finally met at my cock and she sucked my cock while Don
licked my balls for a few minutes before I pulled her up onto the
bed and this time I mounted her and took her like a caveman. I
held her arms up over her head and I could see how much she liked
being restrained. I resolved to take her shopping for some wrist
restraints tomorrow. I was sure that she would get a kick out of
those.

I fucked her violently and she loved it. She came several times
before I finally came for the third and last time that night. I
stayed over her for a moment and stared down at her lust filled
features as my cock went soft in her pussy. She was really
beautiful and very exciting. I looked forward to exploring her
fantasies with her. 

I rolled over onto my back and Don was standing by the side of
the bed watching us. I said, "Don, clean my cock and balls again,
then you can fuck your wife. After you fuck her, clean her up
too."

He cleaned me quickly and then I moved out of the way and he
jumped up on the bed and rushed to stick his little dick inside
of Kylie. I suspect that she hardly felt him inside of her. She
smiled at him, but other than that she lay still as he fucked her
with quick, short little strokes. I don't think he even lasted a
minute before he tensed up and came inside of her. Then he got up
on his knees and ate the cum from her pussy. 

He hardly gagged at all this time. I guess he just needed some
practice. When he was done I pulled her close to me and held her
as I went to sleep.

The next morning I sent Don down to start breakfast while Kylie
and I took a shower. I just leaned up against the shower wall and
relaxed while she washed me all over. I stepped out then and let
her shower while I dried off and went downstairs for some
coffee.

Don asked me what I wanted and I just had my usual, coffee. While
I was sipping my coffee and we waited for Kylie I said, "Okay
Don, considering our past, I can figure out why you thought I
might be the right person to help Kylie with her fantasies. On
the other hand, as much as you seemed to hate what happened to
you, I find it very hard to understand why you want to be in the
same room with me. Did I misjudge your reaction to what happened
in Germany?"

He glanced towards the stairs and then said, "No, I hated it. I
still hate it. It's more complicated than that though. There was
a tinge of it back then I suppose, but after I read Kylie's
diaries I started getting turned on by all that shit. The more I
thought about it the more that being forced to do nasty things
excited me."

"At first I just imagined her in those situations, and that
turned me on. More and more though, I started including myself.
Then I started thinking back to the things you made me do. I
still hate it, but I guess you could say that I am evolving. I'm
not gay, or even bi, because I hate it when you make me do that
shit. I hate it when I'm doing it. On the other hand,
anticipating it is exciting, and thinking about it afterwards is
exciting."

"I'm not an analyst and I have never spoken with one. I can't
explain it. I just know that a month ago, when I heard that you
were coming here and taking over the office, it all clicked."

I interrupted to ask, "How, and when, did you explain this to
Kylie, and what does she know about Germany?"

He blushed and said, "I didn't tell her about Germany, not about
what you did to me. I imagine that she is wondering now though. I
told her that you were the kind of person that she fantasized
about, and that her fantasies had begun to be my fantasies. I
talked her into giving it a shot. I didn't tell her as soon as I
found out you were coming though. I had to think about it first.
I went back and forth in my mind. I haven't been worth a shit at
work the last couple of weeks. I finally started talking to her
about it last week. She flat out refused at first. Then she
started wavering. She didn't finally agree to try it until
Wednesday."

Kylie finally joined us and I sipped my coffee and watched them
have breakfast. After they ate I ordered Don to clean up and I
took Kylie upstairs to find her something sexy to wear. There
wasn't much. She was not a miniskirt and sexy tops type of woman.
That was why she was so embarrassed when I settled on a tiny,
black, silk slip that she normally wore under a black dress. It
was sexy as hell. The material over her breasts was just lace and
I could make out her little nipples clearly. The hem was only two
inches below her crotch, but those two inches were also lace,
matching the material over her breasts. 

She had not shown that particular garment to me. She wouldn't
have even considered it as an outer garment. I had been standing
in her closet looking at what she had to wear and as I gave up
and turned to go back out into the bedroom I saw the slip hanging
on a peg. I picked it up and went out and handed it to her and
told her to put it on. 

She slipped it over her head, not yet realizing that the slip was
going to be all there was. She let it fall into place and then
waited expectantly for whatever I was going to give her to put on
next.

I went back into her closet and came back out seconds later with
her highest heels and told her to put them on. 

Once she had the shoes on I ordered her to turn around slowly.
She looked at my face with a look on her face of terror, tinged
with just a hint of lust I suspect, and I knew that she finally
understood. 

I expected her to argue, to try to reason with me. Her only
reaction was to turn bright red as she realized that she would be
going out in public in her tiny little slip.

As she was modeling for me Don came in and as soon as he saw her
he realized what was going on. I ordered him to dress and I sent
Kylie down for my clothes. 

When we were all dressed we went outside. The obvious choice for
our outing was their Crown Vic. It was bigger than my Lexus and
the windows weren't tinted. Besides, I didn't want Don driving my
car.

Don held the back door for me and Kylie followed me in. Then he
got in front and I ordered him to drive to the largest adult
video and novelty store in the area. The closest one was almost
an hour from here, but I enjoyed the ride.

Before we were even out of the driveway I had the straps of
Kylie's slip down and it fell around her waist. It had risen up
as she sat down and it was not much more than a belt now. We
drove slowly down the street with Kylie sitting nearly naked
beside me and looking carefully to see if anyone saw her.

She got lucky this time. But her luck didn't hold once we got
into traffic. There were a lot of guys in pickup trucks and SUVs
that were getting a good look at Kylie's nice tits. There were
lots of smiles and more than a few horns tooting to get her
attention. I always made her smile and waive back. She was
mortified at being totally nude in public, but when I slid a
finger into her tight little slit she was also very wet. I
accidentally brushed her clit with my finger and she screamed,
"Oh fuck!" and had a huge orgasm. It was so quick and so violent
that it startled me. It amused the two fools in the pickup truck
that were staring at her though.

We finally got out of the heavy traffic in town and headed in
toward the city. The place we were going to was located just
outside of the city. We still had almost a half hour to go before
we got there. I had intended to wait until later and enjoy the
sexual tension that was building. I couldn't stand it anymore
though.

I put Kylie on her knees on the seat. Her ass was plainly on
display through the passenger side window. I pulled my cock out
and demanded a blowjob. Don kept an eye out for cops while Kylie
practiced her new deepthroat skills for the second time. She
needed only a few strokes before she was once again taking my
cock into her throat and I sat back and closed my eyes and
enjoyed the ride. 

I stopped her several times before we got there. I didn't want to
cum until we got to the store. It was getting harder and harder
to control myself though. I was about to give up when we pulled
into a large parking lot in what looked like an oasis of adult
businesses. We parked as close as possible to the video store and
as soon as Don shut off the engine I said, "Okay Kylie. Finish me
off now, but don't swallow until I tell you."

I was just about to lay my head back and close my eyes when I saw
two men come out of the store and head into the parking lot. It
was perfect! They were heading for the car on our right. I
watched as the driver did a double take when he saw Kylie's ass
and come to a stop. I didn't hear what he said to his companion,
but the man raced around the car and the two of them stood there
staring in awe at Kylie's ass as she sucked me off. 

I couldn't take it anymore and I grabbed her tit and swore and
filled her mouth with cum. She struggled to hold it all in her
mouth and didn't relax until I was done. When I could talk I
whispered, "Okay Kylie. Sit up now."

She carefully took her mouth off of my dick and sat up and saw
the men staring at her for the first time. She groaned as they
now had an excellent view of her perfect tits. She almost tried
to cover herself with her hands but one look from me put a stop
to that.

I put my dick away and Don got out and held my door for me. I
pulled Kylie after me with her slip still around her waist and
her mouth still full of cum. The two guys at the next car were
smiling and telling me how hot my wife was. 

I smiled and said, "Oh no, she isn't my wife. She's my driver's
wife. I'm just using her."

They said, "Holy shit!" almost in unison.

Without looking at her I said, "Alright Kylie, you can swallow my
cum now."

She swallowed as the two strangers stared in disbelief. Then I
ordered her to fix her slip so that she didn't get us arrested.
While she was covering herself as much as possible with the slip
I looked around us to see what was available here in this little
enclave of adult oriented shops. 

I saw a tattoo and piercing parlor, a theater that showed XXX
movies, and a clothing store that sold slut clothes judging from
the window display. There was also a strip club and a couple of
bars and the video store that we were about to enter. It was sort
of like a sexy Disneyland. Everything a dirty mind could ask
for.

I led Kylie into the store. The two men stood at their car and
stared at us until the door closed behind us. I had been in
several of these places before, but never one like this. This
place was huge. They had every adult toy I had ever heard of
against one wall and an alcove in the back that was dedicated to
the sort of clothing you would expect to find for sale in a place
like this.

There were probably two dozen cars out front, but only a dozen
men in the store. They all looked up when we came in and Kylie
was an instant hit. They all stared as I led her around and we
looked at the magazines on display. She pointed out a couple of
them that were similar to the ones that she had discovered in her
father's stash. They were really nasty and must have been a
pretty big influence on her.

I ordered her to pick up a couple from lower racks, without
bending her knees. She knew what I wanted and she knew that when
she bent at the waist like that she was displaying her ass and
pussy to the perverts who were standing around enjoying the
show.

I wasn't interested in books or magazines or movies though. I was
just displaying my new toy. We had everyone's attention after a
very short time and I led her over to the toy wall. 

I started with the wrist restraints. I selected a set of heavy
leather cuffs with a one foot chain connecting them. I handed
them to Don and then I selected another set that consisted of two
straps which fastened around her upper thighs to which the cuffs
were attached by a short chain. I handed them to Don and told him
to put them on her. 

Don knelt at her feet and everyone in the store watched as he put
her in the restraints. I had to admit, she looked sexy as hell
that way. The other customers thought so too. They had started
taking pictures with their cell phones until the guy in charge
ordered them to put them away. They were pretty disappointed, but
Don and Kylie were relieved.

I selected a set of leather cuffs for her ankles and a couple of
collars, one thick and spiked and the other more discreet, but
obviously still a slave collar. I told Don to put the larger
collar on her and I returned to browsing through the huge
selection of toys on display. 

I picked up a set of nipple clamps, and started to hand them to
Don, but then I remembered the nearby piercing place and decided
that I would prefer that option. I selected a set of ben wah
balls and an egg shaped vibrator with a remote control. 

I was just about to head into the clothing section when I spotted
a couple of small clips for her nipples that had small vibrators
attached to them. I picked them up and casually dropped the top
of her slip. It caught at her waist and stayed there while I
attached one of the clips to her nipple to see how they looked.
They turned out to be irresistible. At the last minute, on an
impulse, I picked up a blindfold and added that to the pile too.
I gave everything to Don and told him to put it all on the check
out counter while we went to look at clothing.

With her breasts exposed now I led Kylie into the alcove and the
entire audience followed. The audience had gotten larger while we
shopped. A couple of men had come in from outside and a couple
more had come out from the back room where the video booths were.


I started picking out Kylie's new wardrobe. First there was a
selection of sheer tops. Then a variety of crop tops with slutty
sayings on them. Someone with a dirty mind and a lot of nerve had
gone to a lot of work and I really appreciated it. I don't know
how Kylie felt about it. I suspect she had that same mix of
emotions that colored everything we had done since I pulled her
into my lap after dinner yesterday.

I selected a couple pairs of shorts made from a thin jersey
material that were very tight and cut so high that half of her
ass was exposed and the crotch band was so narrow that it slipped
right up into her tight little pussy when she put them on.

I had ordered Don to remove the leather wrist restraints and her
slip and she tried on every item that I selected right there in
the middle of the aisle with every man in the store gathered
around to watch.

I selected several very short micro miniskirts and a couple of
micro mini-dresses that were see-through, but with a less than
adequate pattern over her nipples and her pubic area. I had never
had so much fun dressing a woman in my life.

For her though, and to a lesser extent for Don, the embarrassment
never ended. We did not get any underwear. I saw no need. I would
have bought more of those slips like the one she wore today, but
I didn't see any. 

When she was finished trying on clothes in the middle of the
aisle I left her naked and we went to the check out counter. It
took a long time to get a total. The old guy totaling up our
purchases couldn't take his eyes off of Kylie.

After I paid for our new toys and clothes I had Don give her back
her slip. Before we left, I had him put the cuffs on her with the
chain behind her back. It was exciting to look at, and the chain
had a way of inching her slip up higher on her butt as she
walked.

She looked absolutely terrified and acted as though she were
being horribly degraded, which I suppose was true. On the other
hand, her nipples stood out as if they were trying to poke a hole
in the lace cups that covered them and her breathing was very
rapid and there was a barely noticeable patina of sweat over her
upper lip. She certainly wasn't asking to be unchained or taken
home.

I know what you are thinking. I should have taken her into the
back and let her take on all comers. I thought about it. I
decided that it was too soon. I thought that it would be more fun
to build up to it. This way each succeeding indignity would add
to her humiliation. I didn't want to do too much too soon and
have her become inured to the smaller indignities.

We went back out to the car and put our purchases in the trunk.
When Kylie wasn't looking I stuck the blindfold in my back
pocket. I had an idea it would come in handy in a little while.

We walked up to the slut clothing store I had spotted and looked
around for a while. I found a few more sexy tops and a couple
more of those tiny slips like the one that she had on. I bought
one in a bright red and another in white. They also had a big
selection of those thin little crop tops with the slutty sayings,
but I decided that we would wait and see how much use we got out
of the ones that we had already bought.

I paid for the items that I had selected and then we went to the
bar next door. I hadn't noticed from our parking place that it
featured topless waitresses. That's always a big plus. We ordered
a round of beer and they had a limited sandwich menu so we
ordered a sandwich and some fries and checked out the talent. 

Some of the girls were pretty cute, but I hated seeing bored
looking topless waitresses or strippers. Don't get me wrong, I
understand. I still hate it. While we were sipping our beer I
asked Kylie how she was enjoying her day. 

Kylie looked at me and seemed to be torn between giving me an
honest answer and the answer that was expected of her. After
thinking about it for a moment she said quietly, "You read some
of my diaries. You know how my mind works. I am more humiliated
than I have ever been in my life, and I would appreciate it if
you would let Don use a napkin to wipe my pussy before my juices
start running down my thigh."

The honest answer! I was surprised. I nodded at Don and he didn't
even look around to see if anyone was watching. He picked up a
paper napkin and reached down as Kylie spread her legs. He gently
dabbed at her pussy and then slid the napkin down between her
legs. She shuddered and started to cum and he drew the napkin up
through her slit again and over her clit and she bit her lip and
groaned loudly and then slumped back in her chair.

Don looked at me to see if he had fucked up. I just smiled. I had
looked around and there were half a dozen guys sitting nearby
that had seen us come in and noticed the way Kylie was dressed.
They had seen the cuffs too and they were watching us like hawks.


They saw Kylie cum and then sit slumped in her chair with her
legs spread and her pussy exposed. Several of them were close
enough to see her pubic hair, which was now on display.

She stayed like that for a couple of minutes before she became
aware of the show that she was putting on and sat up. I saw her
look around out of the corner of her eyes and see how many men
were watching her and I heard her whisper, "Oh god!"

The waitress came back out with our food and I ordered three more
beers. She was turning away when she spotted Kylie's cuffs for
the first time. She turned back and with a concerned look on her
face she asked, "Honey, are you okay?"

Kylie smiled up at her and said, "Yes ma'am, but thank you for
asking. I'm just fine."

Then the waitress smiled and said, "Yeah, I bet you are."

I let Don unfasten one of her cuffs and we ate and drank our
beers. While we ate I tried to make up my mind about her nipples.
I loved her sensitive little nipples. I didn't want to fuck them
up, and to be honest, pierced nipples, once the novelty wears
off, aren't all that exciting to me. The excitement would be in
forcing her to have it done. 

There is also the down time to be considered. If I had her
pierced today it would be weeks before she would be fit to
torment again. I thought about it for a while and decided that it
would be best that I wait a while and make up my mind later.

When we had finished our lunch I ordered Don to replace her wrist
cuff. Since I had decided to postpone the piercing, the only
places left to check out were the strip clubs and the XXX
Theater. 

I opted for the theater. We walked over and I paid our admission.
I checked out the movies playing and they weren't that
interesting, but we weren't really here to watch a movie. We were
here to play.

We went inside and the small theater was bright with the light
reflected from the big screen. I looked up to see two large black
men fucking some skuzzy looking broad with big fake tits on the
screen. Interracial sex has always piqued my interest, but
nothing turns me off faster than big, fake tits.

The theater only had about a dozen customers scattered around.
There were a couple of guys sitting together doing god knows
what. The other guys were all widely separated. There were no
other women in the room. I selected two seats in the middle of a
row about three quarters of the way towards the back of the
theater. I pointed them out to Kylie and then I ordered her to
walk slowly down to the front of the theater and look around at
the men in the other rows. Then walk slowly back up and sit in
the row in front of me and unless I said otherwise she was not to
refuse anyone anything as long as we were here.

When I said that she gasped and her eyes got wide. Then she
looked around as Don and I moved down the empty row to our
seats.

I watched as Kylie walked slowly down the aisle looking right and
left at all of the horny old men. It was still quite bright in
the room and she was distracting the attention of every man in
the place away from the crap on the screen. 

She stopped at the end of the aisle and turned around slowly and
then sauntered back up to the row that I had pointed out to her.
She looked straight ahead and walked slowly to the seat in front
of me and sat down. I knew without looking that her slip had
ridden up exposing her crotch to anyone that got close enough to
see it.

Kylie turned her attention to the screen and tried not to notice
all of the dirty old men that were turning in their seats to see
what she was doing. Everyone seemed to be waiting to see what the
others were going to do. We were all startled when her first
visitor came not from in front of us but from one of the rows
behind us. He moved down to the end of her row and watched her
for a moment. He glanced at Don and me, but we ignored him and
Kylie both. 

He decided it was worth the gamble I guess, although it couldn't
have been much of a gamble. She was half naked and in chains. He
got his nerve up and moved slowly down the aisle and sat down
beside Kylie without a word. He was around fifty with silver
hair. He looked clean and more or less normal.

Kylie continued to stare at the screen as the man looked her
over. In the flickering light he must have had a pretty good view
of her pubic hair. Her legs were closed though and he probably
couldn't see her tight little slit.

I saw Kylie jump and I assumed that the man's hand was now on her
leg. He ignored us and turned slightly in his seat to face Kylie.
He was sitting on her left and he put his right arm around her
shoulder and his left hand came up and explored the lace that
covered her breasts for a moment before he gently dropped the
shoulder straps and let it fall to her waist. 

His hand moved over her breasts for a brief moment and then moved
down out of sight again. I could tell where his hand had gone by
the way she tensed up. I was watching them so intently that I had
forgotten about everyone else, so I was startled when I saw
movement nearby. I looked up to see two men moving down the aisle
in front of Kylie and her new friend.

They sat down in front of our happy couple and turned around in
their seats to enjoy the show. I realized now that we had fucked
up. We should have taken seats in the row in front of her. Those
guys had a much better view than Don and I did.

The man sitting with Kylie moved his hand back to her tits and
one of the guys in the next row reached out and forced a hand up
between her thighs. Kylie jumped again as the man in front of her
explored her pussy. The man exploring her pussy said something to
his companion and his friend's hand joined his own.

The bravest of the three men, the first to come over and play
with Kylie, leaned forward and spoke to the two men in front.
Then he stood up and, still ignoring Don and me, he pulled Kylie
to her feet and leaned her over the row in front where she was
grabbed and supported by the two men who held her up. They seemed
to be supporting her mainly by holding her breasts.

Her slip was just a belt again and might as well have been off.
We watched as the man unzipped and pulled his cock out and moved
into position behind Kylie and we all heard her gasp over the
stupid movie soundtrack as his cock entered her pussy.

He fucked her violently and as he plowed his meat into her the
other men who had been spread around the theater were now
gathering around us. I was tempted to move to a more forward row
of seats and get a better view of Kylie and her suitors, but I
couldn't tear my eyes away from what was happening in front of
me.

I was wondering how Kylie was reacting to being fucked by a
stranger so publicly, but my questions about her response were
soon removed when the sounds of passion coming from her began to
drowned out the fake sounds of passion from the movie.

The man fucking her sped up and then went still and we watched as
he filled her pussy with cum. He stayed like that for a long time
before he pulled out of her and zipped up and casually walked
away. 

As soon as he was gone I leaned over into that row and pulled
Kylie up by the chain attaching her wrists. There were a lot of
disappointed faces around us until I unfastened the chain,
removed her slip and handed it to Don, and then refastened the
cuffs in front of her. Then I bent her over the seat between us
and now her face was right in front of her husband and I and she
was once more available to the perverts in the crowd. 

I was staring at her face and I knew the moment the hands
returned to her body. The two men who had been sitting in front
of Kylie and her most recent lover stood up and climbed over the
backs of their seats and one of them sat beside her and his hands
began to roam her body while the other stood behind her and
opened his pants. 

In moments she had another cock in her pussy, pounding away as we
stared at the mixed emotions on her face, humiliation and lust. I
hadn't noticed that the man sitting beside Kylie had pulled his
cock out too and he said something to the man fucking her which
caused him to pause in mid stroke long enough to sidle her over
until her face could be pulled down into the lap of the seated
man. 

Now for the first time she had two cocks in her body at the same
time. I watched, fascinated as they double fucked her. In her new
position I could see her breasts swinging wildly in response to
the violent fucking she was getting. It was very erotic. I
glanced at Don out of the corner of my eye. He looked concerned,
but he had a hardon.

The other men in the theater were getting braver and moving
closer, jostling for position and hoping to get a chance at her
before we tired of the live sex show.

The twosome sharing Kylie didn't last long. They both came
quickly, but they only moved a short distance away and watched as
she continued to entertain the troops. I let the dozen or so men
that were waiting a turn at her finish up before I sent Don to
break it up before they started going around for seconds. I had
been watching closely and although most of the men using her had
come very quickly, she had enjoyed several orgasms at their
hands. Well, not their hands so much.

I ordered him to clean her up with his shirt, and then put his
shirt back on. I waited until he had mopped up her cum covered
crotch and legs and then told him to take off her cuffs. When her
hands were free I gave her back her slip and she quickly put it
on. She looked exhausted.

I met them at the end of the aisle after she was dressed and we
left the theater. We stepped outside into the sunlight and both
of them smelled pretty bad. I told Don to take his shirt off and
sent them back to the car and told them to wait for me. I stopped
at the slut clothing store and picked up a couple of Wicked
Weasels for my new slave.

We went back to their house and I ordered them to clean up and
get dressed. I laid out an outfit for Kylie, a tiny skirt and a
cut off t-shirt that said, "I Swallow!"

When they were ready I told Don to bring his trunks and with the
small bag containing Kylie's new swim suit in my hand I had Don
drive us to my motel. We went to my suite and I took Kylie to my
bedroom. I was pretty horny after the little orgy I had witnessed
this morning and before we put our suits on and went to the pool
I was going to enjoy some of that sweet pussy.

I told her to undress and I took my clothes off and we piled onto
my bed. I reached down and ran a finger up the tight cleft
between her legs and she shuddered in pleasure. I kissed her and
said quietly, "You really love this don't you? It is just as much
fun as you thought it would be, isn't it?"

She looked at me and said, "Fuck yes! I had some strong
reservations when Don told me that he was going to invite you
over and arrange for my fantasies to come true. They weren't so
strong when you took your shirt off though. You are a very
handsome man, very sexy. That helps. There is something about you
though. It's something indescribable that makes you the man that
has starred in my fantasies. Without that something I couldn't do
the things that you are making me do. I don't know how long it
will last, but so far, being the slut that I wrote about in my
diaries has kept my pussy wet and my knees weak. Please don't
stop."

I slid a couple of fingers into her and said, "I almost had your
nipples pierced today." 

She shuddered violently when I said that and her pussy clamped
down on my fingers. 

I continued, "I didn't because I love your nipples the way they
are, for now. I haven't decided not to, I have just postponed it.
To be honest, the main reason I didn't do it is because I am
having too much fun with you to have you out of service for as
long as it would take to heal."

I moved over on top of Kylie and without being asked she reached
down and guided my cock to her sweet pussy. I grinned down at her
and slowly slid my cock into her. Our eyes were locked and she
was smiling as I slid my cock into her. I said, "You fucking
slut. After all of the cock you've had already today, you
couldn't wait to get another cock inside of you, could you?"

In an innocent little girl voice she said, "I'm just serving my
Master, Master. Your wish is my command."

I brought my face down to hers and said, "You poor, abused,
little girl, being taken advantage of by the big bad boss." Then
I kissed her and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me
passionately as I started to stroke my cock into her. I was very
excited and I knew I wouldn't last long.

I pulled my head back and said, "You horny cunt. I don't think
I'm going to last very long. You turn me the fuck on. So if you
plan on cumming you better do it fast."

She pulled my head back down and started covering my face with
kisses and her hips began thrusting up to meet my own. In between
kisses she was whispering, "Fuck me god damn you! Fuck my hot
cunt. Fill me with cum. I'm just your fucking whore, Master.
Fuck! Oh yes! Yes! I'm fucking cumming!"

She came so fast I almost thought she was faking it. She wasn't
though. Her pussy clamped down on my cock and that was all it
took for me. I groaned loudly and called her a few more nasty
names and then I came. I kissed her one last time and then I
rolled off of her and lay on my back beside her. I chuckled and
stared at the ceiling gasping for breath and said, "You sexy
fucking cunt!"

She turned onto her side and stared at me and her hand reached
down and teased my soft cock. She looked at the slime on her
fingers for a second and then she licked them clean. Then she
leaned down and sucked my slimy cock into her mouth and gently
sucked my cock clean.

I watched her as she worked. She stared me right in the eye as
she sucked me. Then she lifted her head and said, "I couldn't
believe that Don would do that, or eat my pussy clean after you
fucked me. What happened in Germany that I don't know about?"

I decided that at this point it didn't matter if she knew. She
had seen him do worse than suck my cock. So I told her about the
times that I had raped his mouth. She seemed surprised. She knew
something had happened though, so she believed me. I had to
explain that I wasn't gay or bi, and could not honestly say why I
had done it. I had only done it with him.

She smiled and said, "Maybe it's because he can be so effeminate.
Don't get me wrong, I love Don. He is the perfect husband. He
isn't very macho though. After all, he let you fuck his face, and
he invited you over to make a slut out of me. We both have seen
how much he is enjoying that."

I got up and reached into the bag I had brought with me and
tossed one of the nearly transparent bikinis to Kylie and told
her to put it on. She got up and headed for the bathroom and I
asked sternly, "Where are you going cunt? I didn't say that you
could clean up. Put the damned suit on!"

She blushed, but said, "Yes Master."

She put the tiny bikini on and I have to say that it was perfect.
There were two little pieces of pale yellow cloth covering, but
not concealing her nipples, and another tiny strip that was about
an inch wide resting precariously over her tight little pussy.
She ended up having to trim her pubic hair with my razor and then
she stood up and modeled the suit for me. 

Her perfect little ass was totally exposed, there was just a
string going down between the cheeks. Her nipples were so plainly
displayed that I could see the little follicles around the
nipples. My cum had not yet started leaking out of her pussy and
the patch of cloth was still dry. It didn't matter. I could
plainly discern her dark cleft and the hairs of what remained of
her little patch of pubic hair. She might as well be naked. The
suit was made even more obscene by the bright white flesh that
had been covered in the past by her conservative, two-piece
bathing suit. It just made her seem that much more naked.

I pulled my trunks on and we went out to the small living room.
Don was waiting and I don't think he had heard us, but he knew
what we were doing and the idea alone had apparently been enough
to give him a hardon. I had neglected to tell him to put his
trunks on so we waited while he quickly stripped and started to
pull his trunks up. 

Before he had them all the way on I stopped him and said, "Kylie,
now that you are getting to where you can give a decent blowjob,
why don't you go over there and reward Don for sucking the cum
out of your pussy earlier."

She moved over to where Don was standing and knelt at his feet
and took his little cock all the way into her mouth instantly. I
doubt if he was much in the stamina department on his best day,
but this time he was as quick as a teenager getting his first
blowjob. The difference was that this time Kylie swallowed. Then
she kissed his little dick and pulled his trunks up. 

I said, "How about it Don, wasn't that much better than her
previous attempts?"

He nodded eagerly.

I said, "I'm glad you appreciated it. Now, if you will go ahead
and suck her pussy clean again we can go down and enjoy the
pool."

He sighed resignedly and sank to his knees and pulled the little
patch down and away from Kylie's pussy. She spread her legs and
he attached his lips to her pussy and quickly licked and sucked
her pussy clean. I stopped him when I thought that she was clean
enough and she straightened her suit out and we went down to the
pool.

The clientele at this extended stay motel consisted mostly of men
who were in town on business for a week or two. There were a few
exceptions, but not many. I had met a couple of them hanging
around the pool in the evening. I had not seen any women or
children around at all. So I didn't anticipate anyone being
offended by Kylie's little bikini.

We entered the pool area and there were a half a dozen men
sitting around or in the pool. They all looked up at us, or at
Kylie, and all conversation stopped. I nodded at a couple of the
guys that I had met and we stopped to decide where to sit. One of
the men that I had gotten friendly with earlier spoke up and
said, "Hey Wade! Why don't you and your friends join us? I have a
cooler of beer here."

I hadn't thought to bring any drinks out, so I headed over to his
table. I introduced Kylie and Don to my recent acquaintances,
Larry and Carl. They were unable to take their eyes off of Kylie,
of course. I smiled as I sat down and said, "Kylie, why don't you
go cool off in the pool before you join us?"

She looked at me nervously and then turned her back on us, which
almost caused Carl to spit out a mouthful of beer, and headed for
the pool. She walked into the shallow end and we all watched as
she swam around for a few minutes. I accepted Larry's offer of
free beer and said, "If we run low I'll send Don out for more." 

That caused a couple of raised eyebrows, but no one said
anything. I sipped my beer and we talked about not much of
anything for a few minutes. My new friends were curious about
Kylie and I explained that she was the wife of my employee, Don.
They accepted that, until she came back over to our table,
soaking wet and as good as naked, and I pulled her into my lap. 

The little suit was nothing more now than a vague yellowish tint
over three little parts of her body. The strings were more
obvious than the patches that were supposed to cover her.

I handed her a beer and she gulped down several swallows
immediately. My explanation of the relationship between myself
and Don and Kylie no longer seemed adequate as she sat in my lap
nearly naked and my hand slid up her thigh and my finger slid up
and down her pussy lips. 

I just ignored the amazed looks of my new friends and
concentrated on Kylie's reaction. She couldn't bring herself to
look at the others around the pool. She stared in my eyes as I
lightly teased her slit with my finger. 

She moaned quietly and her legs fell open a little farther. I
looked down and saw that her nipples were at attention. I heard
Carl say, "Jesus, look at those nipples!"

I smiled and pulled the little patches of cloth out of the way,
allowing them to rest against the sides of her breasts. It didn't
matter, they didn't cover anything anyway. It was just the idea
of being topless out here in front of these strange men. This
time it wasn't in a place where people went for sexual
stimulation like a video store or a porn theater. This was a
public swimming pool and that made it more embarrassing for
Kylie. 

Carl watched me for a few minutes and finally he couldn't take it
anymore. He grinned at me and said, "Alright, let me get this
straight. She is that guy's wife, right?" 

I nodded.

He continued, "He is your employee, right?"

I nodded again.

"But she does what you tell her to do, and lets you feel her up?"
he asked.

I smiled and said, "Yeah, she is my little sex slave. They are
both my slaves, actually. They both do whatever I tell them to
do."

Carl shook his head and said, "You're shittin' me right?"

I took my hands off of Kylie and said, "Kylie, go over and sit in
Carl's lap and tell him that every word I just said is true."

Kylie got up and glanced around at the four other men around the
pool that were staring at us, unable to take their eyes off of
her all but naked body.

Then she moved around to the other side of the table and Carl sat
back and made room for Kylie to sit down. As she came down in his
lap he grinned and said, "I'll be a son of a bitch!" He looked
down at her naked breasts and then her moist slit and she put her
arm around his neck and said, "Carl, I am Master Wade's sex
slave. So is my husband. He can do anything he wants with me.
Every word he told you was true."

I said, "Go ahead Carl. You can touch her. She likes being
touched."

His hand moved up and gently cupped one breast and then the
other. She closed her eyes and tried to relax as his fingers
began teasing her nipples. He held one of her tits up and leaned
forward and sucked on her nipple, causing her to groan loudly. 

As his hand slid down over her stomach to her crotch Larry was
watching Don in amazement. He asked him, "You don't give a shit
if other guys fuck with your wife?!"

Don was still capable of blushing, of realizing how humiliating
his situation was. But he said, "It isn't up to me."

We all watched then as Carl brought Kylie to a quick orgasm with
his finger. Then Larry asked, "Do you mind?"

I ordered Kylie to move over to Larry's lap and his hands were
all over her instantly. She squirmed at his touch and he just
kept muttering, "I'll be a son of a bitch. Fuck you are hot!"

The other guys around the pool came over one at a time over the
next ten minutes and introduced themselves and were invited to
join us. Over the next hour they all passed Kylie around. Since
we were the only ones around the pool it didn't take us long to
dispense with her suit all together and she spent an hour with
stranger's fingers in her pussy. 

We had run out of beer and it was getting hot and thirsty out
here. I suggested that we move the party inside and everyone
seemed to think that was a good idea. I handed Kylie's suit to
Don and gave him my key and told him to go ahead and unlock the
door and then get dressed. I was going to need him to go get more
beer.

Kylie walked naked between two of the men all the way to my room.
As we went in, Don was putting his shoes on and he left as I bent
Kylie over a coffee table and said, "Guys, leave her ass alone,
for now. Don't hurt her. Those are the only rules. Help
yourselves."

I went and got the last beer out of my refrigerator and sat down
to watch as the six men stripped out of their trunks and lined up
to fuck Kylie. Well, they didn't actually get in line. One of
them knelt at her face and while she sucked him another guy
started fucking her from behind. The other four sat nearby
waiting their turn. 

It was hell of a show! Better than the theater earlier. I could
see much better and all of the moans were coming from Kylie and
the men fucking her instead of a boring fake sex movie. 

Don returned with the beer from a nearby store as the third man
was fucking her. The man in her pussy finished before the third
man getting sucked off. I ordered Don to put the beer away and
bring one out for each of my guests. When he returned I ordered
him to clean his wife's cunt.

The looks on my guest's faces were hilarious! I thought a couple
of them would throw up, but mostly they stared in disbelief as
Don knelt behind his wife and started licking up the cum that was
running down her thighs. By the time he was finished and had
cleaned her pussy adequately she was on the verge of cumming
again.

One of the guys that she had just recently sucked off said,
"Shit, the poor girl really needs some more cock." He walked over
to Don and said, "Come on boy, get that pecker hard for me so I
can fuck your cute little wife."

A couple of the men turned away in disgust, but most watched
incredulously as Don took the man's soft cock into his mouth and
sucked him until he was hard. There were several uncomplimentary
remarks from the others but the man said, "Shit guys, he ain't
half bad. In fact, he's a pretty good cocksucker. Not as good as
his wife, but I'd do him again."

The remarks were not complimentary and Don's manhood was
questioned pretty seriously. The guy pulled his hard cock away
from Don's mouth and put it in Kylie's pussy and immediately one
of the others called Don over and said, "Come on faggot, let's
see what you can do."

There were several more scurrilous remarks but the man receiving
Don's attention said almost proudly, "Shit man! I spend half my
fucking life on the road. I have to tell you that some of the
best head I ever got was through a glory hole in some adult book
store from some dude that likes to suck cock. If you guys are
going to try to tell me you've never done it, well, I won't call
you liars, but that's just because I'm a gentleman."

I saw some embarrassed looks from some of them, most of them in
fact. But they didn't say anything.

The man that Don was sucking said, "Shit, the boy ain't bad! How
about it boy, you want a mouthful of cum? That's a good faggot,
you keep sucking like that and I'm going to give you just what
you need."

The man fucking Kylie finished and stepped away and the third man
that she had sucked off earlier stood up and said, "You go ahead
and let the dude suck you off. I'm going to fuck his wife and
when I finish he can suck me clean before he sucks his wife's
cunt again."

I guess that Don had eaten enough cum since yesterday that he was
not as upset as he used to be when he was forced to suck a cock
or eat out his wife's freshly fucked pussy. He didn't look happy,
it was obvious that he didn't like being a cocksucker, but he
wasn't freaking out about it. Actually, the fact that he was
being made to do it against his will seemed to add to the
amusement the men were getting from making him suck their cocks.

Watching Don suffering like that was amusing, but I was more
interested in Kylie and her reactions. Not to mention that she
was a whole hell of a lot nicer to look at.

Don finished sucking the guy off and was immediately put to work
cleaning the cock of the guy that had just fucked her. I was
about to make him clean Kylie up again when one of the guys stood
up and said, "Since we are doing this one at a time now, let's
get you on your back little girl. I want to fuck you right."

He helped Kylie up and I tossed him a towel to put under her
before he laid her down and got on top of her. All of these guys
were between thirty-five and forty-five and most of them had a
few extra pounds, but none of them was really fat. All but one of
them had average sized cocks. That one, the one that was about to
fuck her for the second time had a pretty impressive cock that
looked to be about eight inches long. I wasn't going to measure
it, but I had to admit, I would have liked to have had one just
like it. You know how boys are.

No one else had Don provide them with blowjobs. He did get to
suck most of them clean though, and he was made to suck his wife
clean a few more times as the men fucked her until no one could
get it up any more. 

When everyone was fucked out we sat around and drank a few more
beers and watched the end of a college football game on TV. While
we watched I sent Kylie in to take a shower and get cleaned up
and when she returned she started giving the guys more lap time.
They might not be able to fuck her anymore, but she was still a
lot of fun to play with.

In the late afternoon I called out and had a few pizzas delivered
and that was one freaked out pizza delivery man. Not too freaked
out to get a blowjob for a tip, but you should have seen his face
when Kylie let him in and he saw eight naked men and one naked
woman. A lot of us laughed out loud.

I imagine that Kylie was getting pretty tired, but that was her
last blowjob for the time being. I let Don and Kylie relax and
join us for beer and pizza and the guys even seemed to forgive
Don for being a cocksucker. They did try to get him to talk about
it though, since they had seen how much he seemed to hate what he
was doing.

Don was reluctant to talk about it, and it wasn't like these guys
were people to whom he felt that he owed an explanation. Still,
he tried to explain that he had only recently become interested
in becoming a submissive and a part of that was being made to do
things that he didn't like to do. Since he didn't really
understand it himself it wasn't likely that he was going to be
able to explain it to a half a dozen men that were not normally
into esoteric sexual activities and didn't understand anyone that
was different than they were.

After we ate, Kylie returned to her revolving lap duty. No one
was going to be having sex anymore though. 

After the game ended, the guys started gradually leaving and
pretty soon it was just the three of us again.

I packed a small bag of toiletries and a change of clothes and
after they put their street clothes back on, Don drove us back to
their house. 

It was a nice evening so I thought it would be fun to take a walk
around the neighborhood. Kylie wasn't real happy about her
neighbors seeing her in a cut off t-shirt that said, "I Swallow!"
She wouldn't think of refusing though.

We walked to a nearby park and I had Kylie walk ahead of us about
ten feet. We followed and watched the looks on the faces of the
people we passed.

After walking around for about fifteen minutes I caught up to
Kylie and instructed her to sit on a bench that was coming up on
the left. I told her that once more she was not permitted to say
no to anyone. Don and I sat on a nearby bench, far enough away to
not be a threat to any passersby, yet close enough to be able to
come to her aid if necessary.

We watched her from our bench. We were close enough to hear any
conversations Kylie had. I suppose it was more amusing for me
than for Don, but I think that Don was enjoying our activities
more than he was letting on.

Several men walked by and did a double take when they saw Kylie.
They didn't stop though. They smiled and nodded at her and kept
going. Then a kid walked by. He was a young teenage boy, about
thirteen or fourteen. He was young, but he knew what the words on
her shirt meant. 

The kid did a double take, just like the adults had, then he
backed up and came to a stop and stared at Kylie's chest and
smirked. He didn't say anything at first. Then he said, "Holy
shit lady! That's some shirt!"

She was obviously uncomfortable. More so because of the kid's
age. She smiled though and thanked him. I'm not sure for what. He
looked around and he saw us, but didn't know if we were with her
or not. He asked, "Are you alone?"

She wasn't sure what to say to that, but she glanced at me and I
nodded, so she said that she was.

He asked if he could sit with her and she nodded.

He took a seat and continued to stare at her breasts. Then he
asked, "Are you wearing that shirt for a reason?"

She probably would have been more comfortable if he had been five
years older, and if he had stopped asking questions and just made
her suck his cock. Instead she had to do this word dance with the
kid. 

She finally answered, "Because it's true I guess."

The kid was starting to get excited. The beautiful woman in the
sexy clothes had not told him to fuck off and was answering his
questions. He seemed to gather his courage and he asked, "Do you
do it for anyone? Is that why you are out here in that shirt?"

I saw her close her eyes for a second and sigh deeply. Then she
looked at the kid and said, "Yes, I swallow for anyone that
asks."

The kid looked like he wanted to jump up and yell he was so
excited. He controlled himself though and he said, "So if I ask
you to suck my cock you'll do it?!"

She nodded, but it was obvious she was reluctant. Well, it was
obvious to us. The kid didn't seem to notice.

He asked, "If you are going to suck me off, can I see your
boobs?"

She asked him, "Have you ever seen boobs before?"

"No ma'am," he answered breathlessly. "I ain't been sucked off
before either."

I heard her groan and mumble, "Oh god."

Then she looked around and, seeing no one but Don and I, she
lifted the shirt up, baring her breasts to the boy.

"Holy shit!" he exclaimed. "Can I touch them?"

Kylie nodded and the kid's hand shot out and he roughly grabbed
her left breast. She cringed and said, "Gently!"

He smiled apologetically and said, "I'm sorry. Wow! That feels so
nice, so hot!"

He moved his hands around her breasts, gently now, for about a
minute. Then he asked, "You going to suck me off now?"

She nodded and dropped her shirt back over her breasts and looked
around. She stood up and looked around and the kid grabbed her
hand and said, "Come on, I know a good place."

She glanced at us and I nodded and she allowed herself to be
pulled into a small clearing in the bushes. As soon as they were
inside he pulled her down out of sight.

Don and I moved closer quietly and I could see just enough to see
that the kid was lying down and Kylie was kneeling over him. The
kid's eyes were closed and his pants were down. His hand was back
on her breast and she was sucking him enthusiastically. He swore
and he came almost immediately. 

I heard Kylie say, "Was that as much fun as you thought it would
be?"

He sighed, apparently unable to talk yet. I saw her smile and she
said, "That was pretty quick, wasn't it? Want to do it again?"

He said, "Can we?! Jeez yes!"

Kylie took the kids cock back into her mouth and Don and I
returned to our bench while she sucked him off again. This time
he lasted almost a minute! He was loud enough that we could hear
him from our bench. It was pretty amusing.

A minute later they came back out of the bushes and he thanked
her enthusiastically. Then he asked, "Do you like doing that?"

She smiled and said, "Sometimes."

He asked, "Are you going to be here much longer?"

She said, "I don't know, why do you ask?"

"My best friend will be here soon. I bet he'd love a blowjob too.
Hell, if you aren't here he won't even believe me when I tell
him."

Kylie looked thoughtful and then she said, "If he comes out soon
I'll give your friend a blowjob, but you guys have to promise not
to tell anyone. I could get in a lot of trouble for doing this
with you. How old are you?"

"I'm thirteen," he said proudly.

Kylie groaned and said, "Christ! They would put me under the
jail!"

He said, "Don't worry, I won't tell anyone except my friend."

They sat back down on the bench and after the kid looked around
and saw only Don and I he asked, "Those guys are with you aren't
they?"

She looked at me and I just smiled and left it up to her.

She turned back to him and said, "Yes. They are here to make sure
that no one hurts me."

"But it's okay for you to have sex with guys?" he asked
excitedly.

She nodded.

The kid looked at us and then he turned back to Kylie and asked,
"Can I see your thing....your pussy?"

She glanced around to make sure that no one was approaching and
then she lifted the hem of her tiny skirt about two inches,
baring her slit. She spread her legs slightly and the kid stared
in wonder at her moist pussy.

She took his hand and put it between her legs and I thought the
kid was going to pass out. He turned bright red and he slipped a
finger slowly and carefully inside of her. He moved it in and out
a couple of times and then he looked around and leaned down to
look closely at the treasure that had been uncovered. 

He explored it for a moment and then he looked up at her and
said, "Jeez, it's beautiful!"

She spotted someone coming and let her skirt fall and said to the
boy, "Someone's coming."

He looked up and smiled and said, "That's Frankie, he's my best
friend. That's his brother Jim with him."

The kid had straightened up but his hand was still trapped
between Kylie's thighs. She started to pull his hand away but I
shook my head and she sat back and let the inevitable take
place.

The two boys saw their friend and came to a stop in front of him
and Kylie. It was obvious where his hand was and what it was
doing of course. The kid just smiled proudly and said hello to
his friends.

Frankie was apparently the same age as the kid that was fingering
Kylie. His brother looked like he might be a year older, but it
was hard to say for sure.

The kid said, "Hey Frankie, guess what I been doing?"

"What?" Frankie asked. He didn't know what the kid had been
doing, but he could see what he was doing now and he wasn't sure
if he believed his eyes.

He said, "She sucked my cock. Twice! I asked her if she would
suck you off too and she said she would. You want a blowjob?"

Frankie looked at Kylie and asked, "He's pulling my leg, right?"

Kylie, with some reluctance said, "No Frankie. I sucked him off,
twice. Afterwards he said that you were coming soon and he asked
me if I would wait and suck you off too."

Jim asked, "What about me? Could I have a blowjob?"

Kylie nodded and then the first kid said, "Guys! Look at this!"

Then he spread her legs apart a few inches and showed them her
pussy. They stared in awe and then they dropped to their knees to
get a closer look. 

"Holy crap!" Jim exclaimed. "That's the prettiest thing I ever
saw!"

"No shit!" his brother agreed eagerly.

Jim looked up and asked, "Can I touch it?"

Kylie nodded and spread her legs a little farther apart.

After watching for a moment, Frankie said, "Move over Jim, let me
see." 

Jim moved his hand and Frankie reached out and explored Kylie's
pussy for a few seconds and I could see that she was getting
really turned on with all of this attention. 

The first kid said, "Check this out guys." Then he reached up and
lifted Kylie's t-shirt, baring her tits to the newcomers. 

Kylie said, "Guys, let's take this into the bushes before someone
sees us."

Jim glanced at me and asked, "What about them?"

The first kid answered, "They're her bodyguards."

I guess that was close enough to fact.

Kylie led the three boys back into the small copse just off of
the path and quickly dropped from sight. The boys were right
behind her and Don and I moved closer again. The kids saw us, but
ignored us.

Frankie was on his back with his little cock sticking up in the
air and someone had pulled Kylie's t-shirt up again. As she bent
down to take Frankie into her mouth Jim and the first kid knelt
on either side of her and each grabbed one of her breasts and
then they both reached down and after lifting her skirt up they
began to caress the cheeks of her ass. Every few seconds one or
the other of them would slide his hand down between her legs and
press against her pussy. She would have probably cum if Frankie
had lasted thirty seconds longer.

He didn't though. He grabbed Kylie's hair and whispered, "Oh my
god!" He tensed up and then he went limp. It had taken only
slightly longer than it had taken the first boy.

He looked over at the first kid and said, "Jesus Gary! That was
the greatest thing ever!" 

Jim said, "Come on Frankie! Move over, it's my turn."

Gary said, "Wait Jim. She'll do it again. Then she'll do you
twice too. Let's just keep playing with her until she's done."

Jim was in a hurry, but he did enjoy what he was doing. He
finally said, "Alright, but I hope I don't cum in my pants
first!"

Kylie smiled. Then she bent back down and resumed sucking
Frankie. The boys went back to massaging her breasts and her ass
and teasing her pussy. This time Frankie lasted long enough and
the boys brought Kylie to an orgasm with their hands. I heard her
groan and saw her lift her head. Her eyes were closed and her
mouth was open and she was gasping for breath.

Gary said, "Wow! Look at that! She's cumming too!"

She put her head down on Frankie's stomach and drew a few deep
breaths and then she returned to sucking him off. He didn't last
much longer. He had watched Kylie have her orgasm and it was
incredibly exciting. 

Kylie sat up and Frankie pulled his pants up and switched places
with Jim. Jim's cock was slightly larger, but still obviously had
a long way to go. His reactions were the same as Gary's and
Frankie's though. He came in less than a minute, though he was
more vocal than his two friends. Kylie kept her head down and
licked his balls and his cock for a minute and then she started
sucking him again. The other two boys continued to play with her
exposed body and she was long past any misgivings about their
youth. She was obviously very turned on as she took Jim back into
her mouth and sucked him off again.

After Jim came a second time Kylie sat up again and while Jim
pulled his pants up she noticed that Gary was hard as a rock
again. She smiled and reached out and patted the bulge in his
pants and asked, "Would you like me to take care of that one more
time before we go?"

He didn't answer, he just slid his pants and underwear down and
stood there with his hard little pecker right in her face and
smiled eagerly.

She grinned and pulled him into her mouth with both of her hands
on his butt as she sucked him off again. Even though the little
shit had already cum twice, he still came in less than two
minutes!

As he pulled his pants back into place I moved into the little
clearing and the three boys looked up at me to make sure that
they weren't in trouble. I smiled at them and said, "Relax boys.
I got so fucking hot watching this that I want some of that hot
mouth too. You don't mind if I get a blowjob too do you?"

They just grinned and I opened my pants and pulled my cock out
and Kylie dove down on it, sliding her lips all the way down to
the base and taking a couple of inches of it into her throat as
she had learned yesterday. With all the practice that she had
been given in the last two days she didn't have any trouble at
all.

The boys were still kneeling nearby and I found their expressions
amusing. They couldn't believe she had taken my entire cock into
her mouth. I said, "If you guys don't mind, you could go back to
playing with her tits and her pussy. That keeps her hot and she
sucks cock much better when she is hot."

She did too. As the boys began feeling her up again she moaned
around my cock and then started sucking me furiously. She wanted
to get fucked, badly. I had planned on letting her suck me off,
she was getting very good at it, but I felt sorry for her and I
decided that she had earned a good fuck. I pulled out of her
mouth, turned her around and pushed her down on her hands and
knees and knelt behind her. 

She spread her legs and reached between them to grab my cock and
pull me into her hot pussy. As soon as she felt the head of my
cock at the entrance she started crying out, "Fuck me! Please
Master, fuck me hard! God I need it! I'm so fucking horny! Oh
yes!"

She really was horny. She started cumming as soon as I started
stroking my cock into her. She couldn't get enough. The boys were
watching in amazement from inches away and I invited them back
into the action. One of them got on either side of her again and
reached down to tease her tits. Jim knelt at her head and pulled
his pants down and she eagerly took him back into her mouth. I
fucked her long and hard, long enough that after she sucked Jim
off for the third time she sucked Frankie off again and then she
sucked Don off. And all that time she was having one orgasm
almost immediately following another. 

I finally came and held her tight against my stomach as her
clasping cunt drained the cum from me. When I was soft I slipped
out of her and she wheeled around and sucked my cock clean and
then kissed it and helped me put it away.

The kids, with voices filled with awe, thanked Kylie again and
then they left after I reminded them that they couldn't tell
anyone. I promised them that we could do this again if they kept
their mouths shut. I was pretty sure that would guarantee their
silence.

I helped Kylie to her feet and I had to support her as I led her
out of the bushes. We sat on the bench, together this time, so
that she could get her strength back for the walk home. She was
holding Don's hand, but she was leaning on my shoulder. She was
quiet for a few minutes, we all were. Then she whispered, "Jesus
Christ that was hot! I just sucked off three little boys! She
smiled at me and said, "Master, you are a bigger pervert than I
am!"

I took that as a compliment. I'm sure that was how she meant it.

It was now early in the evening on a Saturday. I probably should
have been thinking about where to take her now and what to do to
humiliate her further. It had been a long day, though, and we
were all pretty worn out. Instead, we went back and she took
another shower, I've lost track of how many showers she took
today. Then I sat in their bed and read more of her dirty diary
while she lay with her head on my stomach and teased my cock with
her lips and her tongue and the gentle touch of her soft
fingertips.

It was fascinating reading. It started out describing mild
scenarios of flashing, always while under the control of some
strong, dominant mystery man who guided her through her fantasy
life. Normally she was forced to expose herself to strangers that
passed through her life, but not always. Some of her fantasies
involved being exposed to neighbors or her parent's male friends
or her girlfriend's fathers and brothers and just about every
male in her life. Sometimes it was described as being done in
such a way as to make it seem accidental, but more often it was
purposeful and prolonged. In those cases it was often followed by
being offered to the men for sex. The sex acts were often
performed in public as well.

There were long lists of public places where she was exposed and
forced to submit sexually. The sex acts and the acts of sexual
stimulation became increasingly perverse as the diaries went on
and she became older and more jaded. Some of the fantasies were
obviously self destructive and never meant to be actually
experienced. For instance, being driven to Tijuana and forced to
perform with a donkey. Some were more mundane and we had already
experienced them in the last twenty-four hours. 

There is a gap in the entries from just before her wedding until
a few months after they were married. When the diaries pick up
again after her marriage she described some of the things that we
had done yesterday with just the three of us in the privacy of
their home. She wrote of being stripped and taken in front of her
husband and how much it excited her. She made no mention of her
husband being forced to suck dicks or eat her out after she was
fucked, but he was involved in her humiliation by his presence.

She mentioned scenarios similar to our shopping trip today,
though in my reading so far I had not seen mention of adult
businesses, except for a strip club where she had imagined being
forced to perform. 

There were frequent references to varying degrees of bondage and
some light pain, a mild whipping or a hard spanking. Usually
though, it was just bondage so that her body was on display and
available for sex to any number of men.

There were descriptions of being publicly exhibited and then
passed around that were similar to what happened today at the
pool and later in my suite. The details were close enough that
she could say she had experienced them. 

I had not come across any mention of young boys yet, but there
were a couple of pages describing being tied to a piece of
playground equipment in the park after dark and raped by every
man that came along. There were even hints that their pets took
part, at least to some degree. 

I didn't know how far her fantasies went yet. There was still a
lot of reading to do. As I read I couldn't help wondering if, as
she claimed, she had never experienced any of these things. I
also wondered about her relationship with her father, since they
shared so many of the same fantasies.

I read for about two hours and thanks to Kylie's talents and her
writing I had a constant hardon. When I put the book up for the
night I pulled her up on the bed beside me and kissed and licked
my way down to her pussy. I was amazed at how it looked after all
of the fucking she had experienced today. It was still a tight
little line, looking nearly virginal. Her labia were only
slightly extended, but you had to look close to see them. It
looked a hell of a lot more like teenage pussy then a thirty year
old pussy. 

I love eating pussy and I love pleasing a woman and driving her
crazy with my tongue. I don't go down on a woman for a couple of
minutes to get her in the mood or to get the juices flowing so
that I can fuck her. I get a feeling of erotic power from
watching her lose control when I drive her crazy with my lips and
my tongue until she is a helpless mass of quivering flesh. 

That describes Kylie's condition in about forty-five minutes,
give or take. I wasn't done though. I lifted her legs up to her
chest, rolling her cute little butt up off of the bed and began
to eat out her tiny, pink little asshole. She had never
experienced that before and was not prepared for the extremely
erotic sensations. I watched her as my tongue delved into her
little hole and she pulled at her tits and squeezed her nipples
and cried out over and over in the most obscene manner. 

After I had driven her nearly crazy I lowered her legs and moved
up over her and held her hands over her head, keeping her
helpless. I placed the head of my cock inside of her and held it
just inside her opening and she was crying now and begging to be
fucked, whining and pleading for cock. 

I drove my cock inside of her. Not violently, but forcefully,
taking her, using her the way she dreamed about. She struggled to
free her hands as I fucked her. She didn't want to be free
though, she wanted to be restrained and raped. She started having
one orgasm after another very quickly and by the time I had cum
for the last time today she was nearly out of her mind.

I rolled off of her and she gasped for breath for a moment before
she rolled over and began to lick my sweaty body clean from my
chest to my balls. I finally had to stop her. I couldn't take
anymore. I pulled her up beside me and noticed Don in the door
with a couple of cold glasses of ice water. 

I smiled and said, "Good man!"

He smiled wryly and came in and Kylie and I drank gratefully. 

As I lay there I studied Don openly. I wondered how he felt now
after seeing me use his wife, and share her with various
strangers for a day and a half now. My mind wandered back over
the events of the last two day and I found it impossible to
remember how many orgasms I had had, much less how many Kylie had
enjoyed. 

Don had admitted that she had never had multiple orgasms before.
Now she had them constantly. She must have had close to a hundred
orgasms since I first pulled her into my lap yesterday evening.

In the last hour she had enjoyed so many that I could not have
counted them!

I felt a little sorry for Don. He didn't seem to feel sorry for
himself though. In fact, he seemed to have slipped into this
lifestyle quite easily. 

They were both being exposed to the life they had fantasized
about and so far they didn't seem to have any regrets.

We all slept late Sunday morning. I probably would have slept
later if I hadn't had to go to the bathroom so bad. I used the
toilet and brushed my teeth and decided that going back to bed
was pointless. So I turned on the water in the shower and when it
warmed up I got in. 

I was shampooing my hair when I felt soapy hands moving over my
body. I left the shampoo in my hair and relaxed while Kylie
washed me. At least I hoped it was Kylie.

When she was done I rinsed off and enjoyed returning the favor. I
ran my soapy hands over her amazing body and then I helped her
rinse off.

After we had dried off we headed downstairs. Don had started
coffee and then taken a shower in the guest bathroom. He met us
in the hallway on the way to the stairs and we all went down to
the kitchen.

I hadn't decided what to do today. I watched them eat breakfast
and just relaxed and sipped my coffee and thought about the
possibilities. I didn't know the town very well and of course I
didn't know anyone in it, so my options were limited. I was sure
that I would be able to be more imaginative in my use of Kylie
once I was more settled in.

I asked Kylie where she worked. She was the assistant manager of
a small men's boutique at the local mall. She assured me that
they didn't sell the kinds of clothes that interested me. They
sold only men's clothes. 

In response to my next question she said that the store was small
and she did work in sales when it got busy or they were short of
salespeople. I thought that I might be able to work something
like that to my advantage later.

Since it was Sunday morning there wasn't a lot that I could do
with Kylie yet. We lounged around the pool for a while and just
before lunch I decided that we should go out and get a light
lunch in a nearby eatery. I asked them if there was someplace
that they could recommend and Kylie said that there wasn't much
in the area that opened at this time on Sunday. 

I herded everyone upstairs and we went through Kylie's new
clothes and I selected a small dress that at first glance looked,
not modest, but decent. It was a very short dress in a quiet
print design that buttoned down the front. It was not until you
looked close that you realized that you could actually see
through most of it. From even a few feet away it wasn't obvious.
Standing in front of her, though, her supposedly hidden charms
were no longer hidden.

I made her leave the top buttons opened at first, but then I
realized that when it hung away from her body it became more
translucent. When it was buttoned up and the material was in
contact with her flesh it was more revealing. So I made her
button the top, but leave the bottom two buttons undone. I
dressed in slacks and a sport shirt and we went out to the car. 

As we were walking from the house to the car I saw Gary and
Frankie, two of the kids from the park last night, walking down
the sidewalk. Their faces lit up when they saw us and I smiled
and waived at them. I noticed that Kylie and Don seemed
uncomfortable. I think that they would have preferred that the
boys didn't know where they lived.

I waited for the boys to come over and say hello and they admired
Kylie's outfit. They asked us when Kylie was going to wear the "I
Swallow" t-shirt again and I said, "You don't have to wait for
her to put the t-shirt on boys. I guess after yesterday you
figured out I'm not her bodyguard. She is my sex slave. She has
to fuck and suck anyone I tell her to."

I don't know if they had figured that out or not after seeing the
look of amazement in their eyes. I chuckled to myself and said,
"You see that car?" pointing at my Lexus.

They nodded and I continued, "When you see that car parked here
you can come knock on the door and if we are here and we aren't
busy you can come in and get a blowjob or fuck her if you want.
You just have to ask me. Okay?"

They nodded eagerly and I added, "Just you two. If this gets out
it's all over."

They promised and we started for the car again. Don opened the
back door for me and Kylie and Gary asked, "When are you coming
home?"

I laughed and I answered, "I'm not sure Gary, we are going out
for lunch and a little afternoon entertainment. We may be gone
for several hours."

I got in the car then and the boys watched Kylie climb in and sit
down with her dress rising up and coming open in front to reveal
her charms to all four of us. She saw everyone looking, and she
looked down to see how bad it was. She didn't do anything to try
to cover up though. What would be the point?

Just as Don was about to close the car door I heard Gary said,
"Jesus Frankie! We're gonna get to fuck her!"

Kylie didn't look happy about that but I laughed and said, "Don't
worry about it Kylie! Shit, I saw their dicks. You'll never even
feel them!"

She sighed and said, "That's not the point Master. They are so
young. You see how messed up I am because of being exposed to
things I shouldn't have been at such a young age."

I responded, "It's true, you are, to use your phrase, messed up.
On the other hand, I love how messed up you are, so does your
husband. It will be different with those boys though. You won't
be exposing them to rape and torture or whatever else you were
sucked in and warped by. It will be more like you are giving them
a sex education. You could do them some good. You could teach
them how to make love to a woman the right way."

She didn't look convinced. I guess she was also worried that they
would not be able to keep their mouths shut and she would end up
in trouble.

I ordered Don to drive around until we found a likely place for
lunch. I don't eat fast food so that ruled out most of the places
we passed. We found a couple of likely places but they weren't
open on Sunday, or they weren't open for lunch. We got closer and
closer to the city and finally I said, "Fuck it! Let's go back to
the place we ate lunch in yesterday."

Don headed for the topless bar and Kylie breathed a sigh of
relief when she realized that she wouldn't have to go into some
diner full of people who had just gotten out of church in the
dress she was wearing.

We weren't that far from the adult complex when I had made my
decision and we were pulling up in front of it in just a few
minutes. We went inside and had a quick lunch. There weren't a
lot of distractions. The place was nearly empty. 

After we ate we walked around the complex again. The strip club
was open, but I doubted if it was very busy yet. It was still
very early in the afternoon. We did some window shopping at the
tattoo parlor and then walked past the clothing store and another
bar and I didn't see anything that piqued my interest. 

We headed back towards the car and just for the hell of it we
ducked into the strip club. It wasn't crowded, that was for sure.
There were a dozen men sitting around the stage looking nearly as
bored as the dancers. I had only been in an American strip club
once before in my life. On my twenty-first birthday some friends
had taken me to one to celebrate. I had had fun for several
reasons. I was old enough to drink legally finally, and the girls
had gone out of their way to tease me because it was my birthday.


I had gone to a couple of clubs in Stuttgart while I was
stationed in Germany and preferred the quieter and more intimate
atmosphere in Europe. That being said, it was still a hell of a
waste of money. I didn't actually enjoy it that much in either
country. They were noisy and smoky and all in all I didn't care
much for them. 

I was here for a different kind of entertainment today though.
This was Kylie's first time and I wanted it to be a learning
experience. We sat down not far from the stage and Don and Kylie
ordered mixed drinks, I had ginger ale. 

We drew some attention when we came in and sat down. I guess they
don't get a lot of pretty, sexy young women in the audience. I
saw that Kylie was nervous, with good reason, though she didn't
know it yet.

I told her to watch the girls on stage until I saw one of the
girls giving a customer a lap dance. I told her to watch that,
because she would be tested. She really looked nervous now. 

We all watched as the girl straddled the customer, wearing only a
g-string, and rubbed her body over him as sensuously as possible
until the song ended. He kept his hands by his side and mostly
just stared at her big tits as she rubbed them over his chest.

I stood and told my two slaves to enjoy the show. I would return
shortly. I went to the men's room and then I went to find the
manager. I found him in his small office with the help of one of
the waitresses. 

I introduced myself and explained to him that I had a budding sex
slave with me and I had brought her in to watch the dancers so
that I could make her dance at a later date, but while I was here
I would like to have her perform a lap dance or two, just to put
her in the right frame of mind.

Once he realized that I hadn't come back to his office to bitch
about something he had loosened up and he had no problem with
what I was offering. I proposed that, if the customers were
interested, she perform a lap dance for whatever the standard fee
might be, but that the money would be split among the dancers. I
didn't want them to be deprived of their livelihood. 

When he agreed to that I explained that all she was wearing was a
dress, she didn't have a g-string. He was unconcerned about that.
Finally I asked about the rules for the girls giving lap dances
and he smiled and said, "Hell, the rules are for the protection
of my girls. You make your own rules."

That was what I had hoped for. He wanted to meet Kylie before I
put her to work and I went out and got her and returned to the
manager's office. When he saw my beautiful and obviously
frightened sex slave he grinned and said, "Wade, whenever you get
ready to have her do a little strip show, come on back. I'll be
happy to squeeze her in."

I thanked him and then I explained to Kylie that he had been nice
enough to let her do a lap dance or two while we were here. I
told her that, unlike the other dancers, she was to encourage her
customers to touch her and that she was to give any money she
might earn to the dancers. Then I suggested that she thank the
manager for being so understanding. 

She looked at me, not sure what I wanted her to do. I turned to
the manager and said, "I have just been teaching Kylie how to
suck a cock properly. Would you like a demonstration?"

He said, "Hell yes!" He stood up and unbuttoned his pants and
pushed them down to his knees. He sat back down and spread his
legs and I nodded at her.

She took a deep breath and walked around to the other side of his
desk and fell to her knees. Before she started I said, "Send her
out when you're done with her. Kylie, rinse your mouth out when
you finish and come out and see me."

I went back out to the table and sat down with Don. He looked up,
curious that his wife was not with me. I just let him stew and
watched another lackluster dancer on the stage.

Ten minutes or so later Kylie came out of the back and returned
to the table. She looked unhappy and I asked her what was wrong.

She said, "He had the worst tasting cum I ever tasted!" 

I asked, "Do you know what you are going to do now?"

She nodded. 

"Do you know how much to charge?"

She nodded.

"Do you know the rules?"

She said, "There aren't any?"

I nodded and then I ordered her to stand up and take her dress
off and start asking the customers if they wanted a lap dance. I
tried to encourage her and told her that she might get lucky and
not get any takers. She didn't seem to think that was going to
happen.

I ordered her to smile and stand up and undress and she closed
her eyes for a moment and took a few deep breaths to steel her
nerves for what she had to do. Then she stood up and slowly
unbuttoned her dress. 

I saw the men begin to notice and divert their attention from the
stage to watch Kylie. She slipped her dress off and draped it
over the back of her chair and then Don and I and every other man
in the place watched as she walked naked to the nearest customer
and bent over to whisper in his ear. 

He looked her over and grinned and reached for his wallet. He
handed her some bills and she brought them over and handed them
to me. She returned to her first customer and they carried on
another brief conversation until the music stopped and another
song started. 

She straddled his lap and began rubbing her body against the man
who was getting her lap dance cherry. His hands immediately began
roaming freely over her body. It was obvious that she had told
him that she didn't have the same constraints that the regular
dancers had. 

She tried to smile from time to time, but she was concentrating
so hard on what she was doing that she often forgot. 

Her diary had mentioned that she fantasized about being forced to
strip for a crowd of horny men in a strip club. I had not yet
read anything about lap dancing. I thought she would get a kick
out of it, in her perverse way.

Her customer's hands had stopped roaming her body and were now
mauling her tits. He was an average looking guy in his mid
forties, and he was really enjoying Kylie's company. Just as the
song ended he leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his
mouth and she just sat on his lap and waited for him to turn her
loose. 

I looked around at the other men who were all watching Kylie now
and they liked this more open style of lap dancing. Her customer
finally turned loose of her breast and she stood up came back
over to our table and gulped down the rest of her drink. Then she
went to the next man. 

She approached him and as she bent down and spoke in his ear his
hand came to rest on her inner thigh and slid up her thigh to
actually come into contact with her pussy. She didn't resist and
the men at the other tables saw that. She pitched her services to
the guy, trying to ignore the hand on her crotch and he finally,
though reluctantly, removed his hand from between her legs and
reached for his wallet.

He handed her the cash which she brought to me and then she went
back and straddled her customer's legs. She sat on his lap and he
played with her tits until the next song started.

When the song that was playing ended he pulled her head close and
spoke into her ear and she nodded her head. When the next song
started she didn't move. Instead, he reached one hand down and
appeared to be inserting a finger into her pussy. His other hand
returned to her breast. 

He glanced at me and smiled as he fingered Kylie and half way
through the "dance" I saw her throw her head back and it was
obvious that she was having an orgasm. She was holding onto his
shoulders and her hips were twitching and I heard her moan in
pleasure, even over the loud music they were playing.

I saw the manager watching from nearby. He came over to me and
suggested that we move our act into a darkened alcove off of the
main room. I thought that was a good idea. I didn't want anyone
getting arrested, and I reasoned that everyone would feel a
little more free to enjoy Kylie's charms in the relative privacy
the alcove provided.

I told Don to bring Kylie's dress and I asked the waitress for
another round of drinks, to be delivered in the alcove. As we
moved in that direction and the other customers saw where we were
going, they all stood up to follow. 

I doubt if the dancers were all that upset. They didn't seem to
enjoy their work and they weren't getting any tips. They would
make more money from what Kylie was doing than what they were
doing.

Don and I took a seat in the small alcove. There were a half a
dozen tables packed closely together and the customers spread
themselves more or less evenly among the tables. 

Kylie waited for our waitress and took a big gulp of her drink
before she started looking for a new "dance" partner. I saw the
eager looks on the faces of the men and I thought, "What the
fuck, why all this beating around the bush?"

I stood up and in a lull in the music while a new dancer took to
the stage in an empty club I said, "Gentlemen, how about if we up
the anti here? You guys are paying twenty-five dollars for a
little rubbing and the chance to feel up a pretty girl." 

I pushed Kylie to the nearest table and bent her down over it and
said, "How many of you would pay fifty bucks to fuck her?"

I glanced at the manager who was standing at the entrance to the
alcove watching. He smiled and shrugged and I turned back to see
nearly all of them reaching for their wallets. Even the two men
she had already danced for were going for it. 

I collected the money from all but two of the fourteen men and
stood back and let nature take its course. The first two got in
line and as the first man shoved his dick into her I knew that
she would never admit it, but she was grateful. This was more
like her fantasies, and she was very turned on right now. She
wanted to be fucked.

One of the guys came over and asked if he could get sucked off
instead and I nodded. He walked over and watched the guy fucking
her for a minute. Then he pulled his cock out and moved over and
rearranged her just enough that her head was near the edge of the
table. He placed the head of his cock at her lips and she opened
her mouth without protest and let him fuck her face. 

The first man to fuck her finished up and stepped back and
another took his place immediately. The men had gathered around
Kylie pretty tight and I couldn't see if she was enjoying
herself, but I was watching close enough to make sure she wasn't
being hurt. 

After the third man had fucked her I sent Don in to clean her up
before the fourth man could put his cock in her. They appreciated
the clean pussy, but several of them were really grossed out by
what Don was doing. I was watching though, and more of them
thought it was amusing than were grossed out. Most didn't give a
shit, as long as they got laid, they didn't give a shit about
anything.

It took less than an hour for the twelve of them to finish with
her. I made Don clean her up one last time and then I let her put
her dress on. She gulped down what remained of her watered down
drink and I gave her the cash I had collected to give to the
manager. 

She gave him the money on our way out and he smiled and said,
"Come back any time folks."

We walked outside and it the middle of a bright sunny afternoon.
It was kind of startling. I had the feeling that it should be
dark out after the last couple of hours in the dark club and the
even darker alcove. Reality was bright and hot. It was just after
three and I suggested that we find somewhere nice to eat now that
the restaurants were open. It wouldn't be fair to ask Kylie to
cook supper after what she had just gone through, and while I
could cook well enough to survive, I definitely cooked for the
bachelor palate.

Don suggested a steak house that they liked back in town. It
would open at four, just about the time we would get there from
here. Kylie gave him a dirty look. I guess she didn't want to go
to one of her favorite restaurants dressed in her slut dress, but
it was early enough that she wouldn't cause a stir.

As Don drove off toward town I asked Kylie how she was holding
up. She was slumped down in her seat with her eyes closed. She
looked at me and said, "That wasn't quite what I had in mind. It
had its moments though. It's probably more like what my dad would
have imagined."

That gave me an opportunity to ask a couple of questions that I
had. I asked her if she was still close to her parents and she
nodded. Then I asked the one I was really curious about. "Did
your dad ever try anything with you?"

She didn't answer at first. Then she said, "He never tried to
have sex with me. He wanted to. I could tell. Hell, it was
obvious. He had a hardon every time I got within twenty feet of
him. He never did anything that couldn't be explained innocently
though. He always had his eyes on me. He liked to see me in the
sexy outfits that my mother bitched about. He took every
opportunity to look up my skirt or down my blouse. There are some
things that a guy just can't help. He always tried to be a good
father though, or at least he tried not to do the things a father
shouldn't do. I could always tell that it was a struggle for
him."

I asked, "Would you have preferred that he didn't try so hard?
You two seemed to have a lot of nasty little fantasies in
common."

"I thought about it," she said. "I could picture him as that
faceless man in my fantasies. I sometimes went out of my way to
make it hard on him. I would wear my robe a little too loose
after my shower, or a towel that just barely covered my ass. Or I
would leave my bedroom door open an inch or two when I was
getting dressed or undressed. And god knows I hardly ever kept my
knees together when I was in the house. I really did torture the
poor guy. Doing it turned me on, too. The idea of going farther
than that with my dad though....no, I couldn't have done that.
That's much too creepy."

We were quiet for a while and then she noticed my lap. She smiled
and asked, "Is that left over from the strip club, or does the
idea of my father fucking me turn you on?"

I chuckled and responded, "The idea of anyone fucking you turns
me on. I got the hardon from picturing you teasing that poor man
beyond human male endurance."

She giggled and said, "Yeah, I was a bitch alright."

She reached over and rested her hand on my cock and then looked
around to see where we were. She looked up and asked, "Master,
would you like me to take care of this for you before we get to
the restaurant?"

I don't know if I have mentioned this before, but I never say no
to a blowjob. I reached down and unbuckled my belt and unzipped
my pants and sat back while Kylie removed her dress and got up on
her hands and knees on the back seat and devoured my cock in one
gulp. 

All of the practice she was getting lately was doing wonders for
her cocksucking skills. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes
and as she worked on my cock I pictured her bent over that table
in the strip club with nearly every man in the place lined up to
fuck her. It was not exactly as she fantasized it, but it was
very much in the spirit of the fantasies in her diaries.

I had enjoyed a lot of sex with this beautiful lady in the last
forty-eight hours. I don't have any idea how many orgasms I had
enjoyed over that period. There isn't another forty-eight hour
period in my life that I could say that about. I still had
trouble holding out long enough to really enjoy what she was
doing. The sensations she brought to bear with her lips and her
tongue and her throat were amazing beyond description.

I was starting to lose it when I heard a horn honking and I ended
up cumming in Kylie's mouth just as a pickup truck full of
teenagers pulled up beside us and a dozen kids of both sexes
cheered us on.

After she swallowed she looked up and smiled and waived at her
admiring crowd and received another round of cheers. They sped
off and Kylie sat up and put her dress back on and five minutes
later we arrived at the restaurant.

It was ten after four, the place opened at four. We only saw two
other couples inside. The hostess raised an eye when she saw the
way Kylie was dressed, but she smiled and led us to a booth and I
let Don and Kylie sit together on the other side of the table. 

I ordered a bottle of wine and we ordered appetizers and sat
talking quietly and acting like normal people. Even though I had
been in the Army with Don, and Kylie prided herself on being
uninformed, I found that I had a lot more in common with Kylie
than I did with Don. He was still the mousy guy that was just a
hanger on like he had been in Germany. He did serve a purpose
though, and Kylie loved him for some reason.

We spent nearly two hours at the restaurant. We really had a good
time. Don drove us back to his house and I got my bag and drove
back to my motel. I had a busy week ahead.

I lay in bed for a long time that night, thinking about the
things that we had done, and making plans for future torments for
my poor sex slaves. I thought it best that we slow it down a
little though. This had been a very intense weekend. It would be
better if we played this game one or two days a month. I didn't
want to actually live every day like this. There were a lot of
perversions that she had written about that I was interested in
experimenting with though. The games were far from over. I just
didn't want them to take over my life.

I finally went to sleep, wondering where her father lived.

The End

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To that small group of disturbed people who have enjoyed my
previous efforts and encouraged me, thank you.


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