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Author’s note: The following story is true. The events actually happened, although some of the names and the dates were changed by artistic license. At this date and time I can’t remember the men’s actual names, but if any of the participants happen to read this story, they will know who they are and hopefully will remember the events onboard the U.S. Navy supply ship with a lot of pleasure. It was another hot July Sunday in Fort Lauderdale as Deej and Carole left the Church parking lot after the last service. As he often did on Sundays, Deej decided to drive around just to see if there was anything going on that might spark their interest. Just something to do on a quiet Sunday afternoon in what was normally a pretty boring town. He was driving his aunt’s new Corvair, wanting to see what it was like to drive a car with the engine in the back. She had left it in his care while she went on a cruise to the Bahamas with instructions that he was not to drive it, but Deej couldn’t resist the temptation, figuring that it wouldn’t hurt to put just a few miles on the odometer. He determined that the car didn’t offer anything new and lacked the pickup of his Austin-Healy roadster. Deej did like the advantage of the rear engine drive in that there was no hump in the middle of the front floorboard, at least. He liked to drive around with Carole sitting tightly against him as he played with her pussy and the absence of the hump made it possible for her to sit next to him with her legs spread wide. The first thing he had Carole do when the church was out of sight was to remove her panties and throw them in the back seat, then pull her Sunday dress up around her waist. Carole never objected to Deej’s fondling of her body and the hot sex that usually followed, although she was nervous about someone being able to see her as they drove around, keeping a hand on the hem of her dress so she could quickly pull it down in case there was someone who could see inside the car. As he slid a finger in Carole’s moistening pussy, Deej couldn’t help but look at Carole’s face, proud of his pretty wife’s beauty, often unbelieving that he had been fortunate enough to marry her. She was a small young woman, just a shade under five feet tall and weighing less than a hundred pounds, of which five of those pounds must have been in her fantastic breasts. Deej didn’t know anything about women’s bra sizes, but he knew that Carole’s breasts must have been some of the largest a woman could have. They made her appear top-heavy, but that was partly because of her waspish waist. While Deej had to use both hands to full encompass her breasts, at the same time his fingers could almost touch when he put his hands around her waist. Her breasts didn’t sag from their size, either, possibly because of her young age of twenty, but seemed to point straight ahead as though they were pointing the way. Her figure was the first thing most men noticed, but after examining how her small waist flared out into nicely rounded hips above the most gorgeous legs, their eyes always moved up to her face and, once any man looked at her face, her body was soon forgotten. Her hair was a dark blonde, usually worn short, framing a flawless face with a pert little nose, luscious, full lips, and highlighted by the most startling blue eyes, a blue the color of the water in a shallow lagoon, almost turquoise. Her smile often captured men’s hearts and Carole was usually smiling. She was one of those effervescent people, the kind that everyone enjoyed being around, full of life and innocence. If Carole had any faults, it wasn’t in her physical appearance, but in her devout devotion to Deej, her willingness to do anything she could to please him. She wasn’t a rocket scientist by any means, barely passing high school, and this made her very easily manipulated, something Deej had always taken full advantage of in the six years they had dated before getting married. As they headed out Sunrise Boulevard towards the beach, they passed two sailors in their starched white uniforms, walking backwards with their arms stretched out and thumbs pointed up in the universal hitchhiking signal. Deej drove on past them without slowing, then an erotic thought crossed his mind, the thought of letting the two men enjoy some sex with his wife. His cock immediately responded to the image, half-rising in his pants. Deej turned right at the next street and went halfway around the block, stopping behind an auto dealership. He put the car in park and turned to Carole who was looking at him with a puzzled look on her face. Without explaining his motives, Deej reached behind Carole’s back, leaning her forward slightly, and undid the buttons to her dress, then quickly undid the clasps on her bra. The elastic in the straps around her chest relaxed, permitting her lovely breasts to swing free, but still partially restrained by the cups of her bra. Still not saying anything, Deej pulled the wide straps of the sleeveless dress off her shoulders and eased them down her arms, letting the top portion of her dress fall in her lap. Deej then removed her free-hanging bra and threw it in the back with her panties. He lifted her face to his and kissed her passionately while he teasingly massaged her breasts, lightly twisting each nipple in turn until they became hard and erect, jutting out from her white mounds of flesh like miniature cocks. Carole was used to Deej undressing her in this manner and didn’t object as she returned his probing kiss with equal passion, quickly aroused by Deej’s touch and kiss, her legs spreading even wider in response to the flood of heat she felt rising in her crotch. Deej broke off his arousal of Carole just as abruptly as he had begun, slipping her arms back in her dress and then pulling it back up on her shoulders. He didn’t re-button her dress, letting the top gap open slightly at the back, the scoop neck of the bodice drooping just enough to show the delicious cleavage of her breasts, making it obvious that there was no confining bra beneath the dress, her erect nipples clearly indenting the soft material. As he put the car in drive, Deej reached into Carole’s lap and pulled the hem of her dress down to mid-thigh and then pulled back onto the road. He made a circuit of the block and ended up back on Sunrise, still heading toward the beach. Deej crossed his fingers mentally in hopes that the two sailors hadn’t caught a ride while he prepared Carole. Just as he rounded a long curve in the highway, he saw the white suits glaring in the overhead sun about two blocks ahead and he smiled, happy that he hadn’t missed the opportunity to pick them up. Deej slowed the car as he approached the two men, gliding slowly past them for a couple of car lengths before stopping. Carole immediately sensed Deej’s purpose in stopping for the hitchhikers. He had suggested they pick someone up before when they were driving around but didn’t do it after Carole protested tearfully. “No, Deej. Please don’t,” Carole whined. “Don’t pick them up.” “Aww, don’t worry about it, baby. I’m just going to give them a ride,” Deej attempted to assuage Carole’s alarm as he watched the two men hurry towards the stopped car in the rear view mirror. “It’s too hot out there to be walking,” he explained further as the two reached the car. Deej operated the electric window on Carole’s side of the car and called out to the men as they reached the car door. “Hey, where you guys headed?” A dark-haired handsome face appeared at the window, “We’re trying to make it to the beach,” he explained breathlessly. “Didn’t know it was so far from the port. This is the way to the beach, isn’t it?” Deej nodded, then answered, “Yeh, it’s this direction, but you still have about three miles to go.” He noticed the handsome sailor was furtively looking Carole over, his eyes lingering on her breasts for several seconds before he looked back at Deej. “Well, come on, get in. We’re going the same way.” Handsome cheerfully expressed his thanks and relief, “Gee, man, thanks. My sea legs aren’t used to all this walking.” He pulled on the door handle and swung the door wide, then spoke to his friend, “C’mon, Chip, they’re going to give us a ride.” As Carole leaned forward, the dark haired sailor pulled the passenger seat forward and held it for his friend, who finally came into view. Chip wasn’t as tall as the one who spoke, but was still good-looking in his white uniform, now wrinkled from the heat and slight perspiration of their walk, his sandy hair cropped close to his head in the current style.pornAs he bent over to get in the back seat, Deej could see that half of the back seat was taken up by a large folded-up carpet his aunt had left in the car and he realized that there was only room for one in the back. ‘Perfect,’ he thought, then suggested, “One of you will have to sit up front. I forgot about the carpet.” Chip spoke up from the back seat, “Todd, you lucky ass! You must have known we both couldn’t sit back here.” Chip laughed as he joked with his partner, then realized the word he had used, immediately apologizing, “Oh, ma’am, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have used a cuss word.” His face turned a little red as he thought about using cuss words in front of someone he didn’t even know. Deej laughed, “What? You mean ass’? Hell, that’s not bad. And ass isn’t a cuss word, so don’t worry about it.” As he spoke over his shoulder to the sandy-haired sailor, Deej put his arm around Carole’s shoulders as a pretense of pulling her closer to make room for the sailor named Todd, his arm slipping behind her back to her waist with his hand resting on her hip. He added for both men’s benefit, “And, besides, fellas, we’re all about the same age, so you don’t have to watch your language.” Chip was still embarrassed by his faux pas, “Well, I still apologize. It’s just that on the ship, every other word is a cuss word and I forget myself when I’m on shore.” Todd chided his friend as he closed the passenger door, “That’s my buddy for you. Always too polite. Guess it’s his southern raising.” To show he could also be polite, Todd stuck out his hand to Deej, “By the way, I’m Todd and that clown back there is Chip.” Deej took his hand and clasped it firmly, “Hi. I’m Deej and this little beauty is Carole.” He gave Carole’s waist a hug as part of his introduction. She smiled first at Deej and then turned to the man sitting closely next to her and softly, in a little-girl voice, greeted, “Hi. Nice to meet you both.” Deej drove slowly towards the beach, making small talk as he drove while he brainstormed for an idea on how to accomplish his goal. From the small talk he learned that they were in port for the next three days, had never been to Fort Lauderdale before, and their ship was a navy supply ship, nothing glamorous, as Todd had put it. Deej used his hand on Carole’s hip to slowly work the hem of her dress up, moving it a fraction of an inch at a time, hoping she wouldn’t notice the gradual expanse of skin he was revealing to the man on her right. Deej had become aware that the tall sailor had been staring at the creamy tan of her legs, his eyes darting at times to the top of her dress as he leaned back in the seat for a better view of Carole’s breasts. Chip had propped his arms on the top of the front seat with his head between Todd and Carole and was looking intently down her top. From his position, he was able to see most of her lovely grapefruit-sized tits, seeing just to the edge of her dark-pink aureole, hoping she would move somehow so he could catch a glimpse of her nipples as they pressed against her thin summer dress. Todd had been sitting with his hands on his knees but had gradually moved his hands up his legs until the back of his fingers were against Carole’s smooth thighs. One glance at his crotch indicated to Deej that the close proximity to the very pretty girl was having quite an effect on the emboldened sailor. Deej finally came up with an idea to make things a lot more interesting as he asked the two men, “You guys going swimming when you get to the beach?” Todd spoke for both of them as his hand slid against Carole’s outer thigh, “Yeah, we got our swim trunks on under our uniforms. Hope the water’s nice.” Deej acted as if an idea just hit him. “Well, hey, how about we join you? Looks like a nice day to go swimming.” Todd and Chip chimed in together, “Why, sure. That would be fun. We don’t know where to go on the beach, anyway.” “Great!” Deej replied. “We’ll have to go to our house to get our swim suits, though. We don’t live far from here, so it’ll only take a few minutes.” Deej pulled Carole more to him in a friendly hug, letting his hand pull her dress up to her hip as caused her to lean to him on her left hip, revealing the line of her tan contrasted against the whiteness of her rounded hip. “How about it, sugar? Want to go swimming?” Carole wasn’t even aware that half her ass was showing as she beamed, “Uh-huh. I’d love it.” Deej made a quick u-turn on the almost-deserted highway and headed towards their house, holding Carole in the leaning position, hoping the men would see her exposed skin and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Looking out of the corner of his eye as he hurried down the road, Deej could see that both of the men hadn’t missed the view but were staring down at the car seat, their eyes admiring the curve of Carole’s pale ass, Todd’s cock echoing the thoughts that must have been rushing through his mind. Five minutes after making the u-turn, Deej pulled up in their carport and the four of them piled out of the car and went inside. As soon as they had stepped in the door into the kitchen, Carole announced, “I’ll go change into my suit. There’s no place on the beach to change.” Deej stopped her with an arm around her tiny waist, “Hey, just a minute, baby. Maybe the guys want a drink or something first.” He turned to pose the question to the two men standing just inside the door, “How about it, guys? Beer? Soda?” Chip grinned, “I’d like a beer. Be good after that long walk.” Todd added to the request, “Hmm, I’d like one, too, if you don’t mind giving one to someone under age.” Deej laughed, “Well, you can’t be far from twenty-one, so who cares?” Todd congratulated Deej on his estimate, “Hey, you hit it on the head. We’re both twenty.” Carole looked surprised as she confessed, “Really? That’s what I am. I just turned twenty in February.” Deej feigned disappointment, “Shit, looks like I’m the old man here. I’m twenty-three.” They all laughed at his deprecating remark, with Chip reassuring that he didn’t look like an old man. Carole got three beers out of the refrigerator and a soda for herself, and then pulled out chairs at the dining room table for the two men. She took a few sips of her drink and then announced, “I’m going to change.” As soon as she was out of earshot, Todd remarked, “Hope you don’t mind, Deej, but I gotta say your wife is really beautiful.” Deej shrugged as though the compliment to his wife was expected, “Yeah, she is. But you ain’t seen nothing yet. Wait till you see her in a bathing suit.” Chips eyebrows shot up, and then he said appraisingly, “Man, I bet she’s a knock out.” Deej stood up, “You guys want a preview?” Todd looked at him quizzically, “What do mean, Deej?” Deej held his finger to his lips and motioned for them to follow him, then started tiptoeing to their closed bedroom door. By his estimate, Carole should be about ready to slip into her bathing suit and should be completely naked. He waited until the two men had snuck up to stand behind him and then, quietly turning the door handle, he opened the door suddenly. Like a deer caught in the headlights of a car, Carole stood frozen, bending over the dresser drawer where she kept her bathing suit, her eyes wide with shock as the three men stood in the doorway staring at her naked body. Her breasts jiggled slightly when she was startled by the opening door, giving her naked form an even more erotic quality. In a matter of seconds, Carole recovered and screamed, “Deej!” then stood up straight with her arms crossed in front of her breasts, not thinking about the rest of her body revealed to the leering men, the pressure of her arms across her breasts making them bulge a little above her tiny limbs. When she saw that each of the men were staring at the tawny-colored pubic hair, she quickly dropped one arm and covered her patch with her hand, leaving more of her ample breasts exposed for viewing. Carole screamed again, “Deej! Get out of here!” She turned as she yelled angrily and grabbed her dress off of the bed and held it in front of her.audio sex storiesDeej crossed the short distance between him and Carole in two long strides and snatched the dress from her hands with a smile, “Now, baby, don’t be that way. We just want to look.” He tossed the dress over the bed and grasped both of Carole’s wrists in his strong hands, pulling her arms over her head. Deej continued to hold her arms over her head as he stepped behind Carole and presented her full frontal view to the two sailors. “See, guys? Here’s the preview.” Carole struggled as the two men stepped further into the bedroom, each of them devouring her sexy body with their eyes. Deej pulled Carole’s hands behind her back as she struggled to get free, her breasts now accentuated by the position of her arms behind her, the jiggling flesh bouncing as she fought against Deej’s grip. “Deej, please!” Carole pleaded. “Don’t do this.” Deej only laughed, then invited the two watching the struggle, “Feel her tits, guys. Feel how firm they are.” Seeing the two hesitate, Deej invited again, “Go on, get a feel.” Todd was the first one to step forward. He ran his fingertips over the white flesh tentatively, and then squeezed one breast with his fingers spread wide. “Mmm, they’re nice,” he commented, as he gripped a nipple between a thumb and finger and rolled it like a pencil. Chip joined him and began massaging the other breast as he echoed Todd’s sentiments. “Yeh, nice. Very nice. Carole, you sure have some nice breasts. Nice body, too.” Chip dropped his mouth to the breast he was holding and began to fervently suck on the nipple, enveloping the wrinkled, pink aureole with his lips. Deej could feel Carole’s resistance lessen, the muscles in her arms no longer straining to free herself. He crossed her wrists and held them with one hand while he used his other hand to stroke Carole’s body, caressing the cheeks of her ass then bringing his hand around to her belly and sensually rubbing it, letting his fingers brush through her soft pubic hairs. Deej felt Carole relax even more and when Todd lowered his mouth to the nipple he had been rolling, Deej heard Carole gasp. Deej took that as a sign and slipped his hand between her legs, his fingers stroking up and down the slit of her pussy. One thing he had learned about Carole since he had first met her was that once she was fingered, her resistance to anything completely crumbled and she became a first-class slut. That was precisely what Deej was aiming for as he slipped his middle finger in her hot tunnel. He felt Carole open her legs as her pussy lips blossomed like a flower in spring searching for the sun, opening wide for a visit from a bee. Deej released Carole’s arms from his grip and was pleased to see her place a hand on each sailor’s head caressingly as the two sucked on her distended nipples. Deej knew all the right spots to touch in Carole’s now-dripping pussy and he knew how sensitive her nipples were. He also knew when she was ready to fuck, all the tell-tale signs, her rapid breathing, the heat of her body, her hands becoming almost hot to the touch, her soft mewing sounds she made through half-parted lips. He saw those signs now as Carole stood bow-legged so his probing fingers could freely access the insides of her pussy and he heard her moan softly, her head tilted back, her eyes narrow slits, sleepily peering out at nothing. Deej knew that when she was in this state, she’d fuck anything, a dog or even a coke bottle if there was nothing else around. He slipped his slickened finger out of her pussy, eliciting a regretful groan from her, and took his pants off, throwing them in a corner of the room. Stepping back to the three locked in sexual throes, Deej took Carole by the shoulders and pulled her away from the two sucking sailors then pushed her down to the edge of the bed in a sitting position, her legs spread wide, her eyes still possessing that dreamy look. Deej stepped between her legs and rested his cock against her full lips. Carole’s mouth immediately opened and she sucked his hardened rod into her mouth, her tongue working feverishly over the head as she slid the man meat in and out of her mouth hungrily, her sucking almost as satisfying to her as having a cock deep in her pussy. Todd stepped up next to Deej and incredulously asked, “Will she go all the way? Will she suck mine, too?” Deej nodded and pulled his saliva-coated cock out of Carole’s mouth. “Sure, man, she’ll suck and swallow. She loves it. Try her.” Todd didn’t need any further encouragement as he took Deej’s place and guided his long, thin, cock to Carole’s hungry lips. As soon as her hot mouth closed around Todd’s cock, he let out a low groan and hunched his hips upward. Carole took the hint and slipped the entire length of Todd’s eight inches inside her, his cock pushing past the opening to her throat as she deep-throated him with lascivious gusto. Deej let Carole give Todd a sample of her masterful sucking before interrupting. “Lie down, Todd. Let her blow you while Chip fucks her. We have to give the hot little whore some cock in her pussy to keep her going.” Todd did as Deej recommended, settling back on the bed with his legs spread. Carole quickly got between his legs and resumed her mouth-loving of Todd’s veinous prick. Chip hardly waited for her to get back to sucking Todd’s cock before he was on the bed behind her, rubbing his dick up and down her greasy cunt until he found the prized opening. Chip’s cock wasn’t huge, but he did seem to be experienced in how to used it as he slowly stroked it in and out of Carole’s clenching cunt, occasionally rotating his hips in circles while it was embedded fully in her hot pussy, the stiff rod rubbing against her clit with each rotation. Deej watched as he saw Carole’s toes arch upward, another telltale sign that she was enjoying an orgasm. Her hips would lunge backward as Chip shoved forward in an attempt to get even more of his cock inside her, to feel the head push against her tender inner walls. Carole would climax just as easily from the sensation of a dick igniting the nerves in her vagina walls as she would from the excitement of her clit and whenever she fucked, she would work to capture that sensation. The three bodies on the bed remained locked in sexual heat for at least fifteen minutes before Chip couldn’t resist the urge any longer and shot his load in Carole with loud grunts. The heat of his cum splashing inside her caused Carole to have another orgasm, her toes curling painfully as she moaned around Todd’s still stiff cock. When Chip climbed off the bed and headed for the bathroom, Todd lifted Carole’s sucking mouth off his cock and pulled her up on top of him. He grasped his dripping cock and slid it in her pussy, folding his legs up so that his knees spread Carole’s legs wide as he humped his hips up and down, sinking his long tool deep inside her. Deej used the opportunity to get on the bed behind Carole and used the ample precum of his cock to wet her asshole. With a couple of well-aimed pushes, he had his cock buried up her ass. Deej could feel Todd’s cock beneath his as the tip slid against the insides of Carole’s vagina, rubbing up the entire length of Deej’s prick. The combination of her burning hot bowels, the twisting of her pelvis and the constriction of her sphincter and Todd’s rubbing of his cock through the thin partition of skin proved too much for Deej’s resolve to last. He emptied his cum inside Carole’s rectum inside of five minutes. A fast fuck, but a very satisfying fuck. Deej got off the bed and went to the bathroom to clean his shit-stained dick, pleased to see that he was keeping his erection. When he returned to the bedroom, Todd was still stroking his long poker in and out of Carole’s convulsing pussy. Chip had joined them on the bed, kneeling beside Todd’s head, his cock being sucked frantically by the sex-crazed Carole. Todd finally succumbed to the thrill of Carole’s pussy and spurted wads of cum deep inside her. He slid out from under Carole’s perspiring body and stood by the bed while she continued to suck Chips dick. It was surprising her jaw muscles didn’t cramp up, but to Carole’s credit, she never slowed her expert ministrations until Chip had given her his cum to swallow. They never made it to the beach, but spent the afternoon using Carole’s beautiful body in every way the three men could imagine. Carole certainly didn’t object, her sexual appetite awakened and insatiable. When the men were too exhausted to perform any longer despite Carole’s attempts at reviving their deflated cocks, they watched as she fingered her reddened pussy and gathered close around the bed when she switched to using a beer bottle to satisfy her voracious urge to continue climaxing. While the three were watching Carole as she made herself cum for what seemed the umpteenth time, Todd made the comment, “Man, I bet the other guys on the ship would love to get some of her. Looks like she could handle all thirty of them and still want more.” Deej looked at Todd with a devious look, “Hmm, that sounds interesting, Todd. Really think they’d want some of her ass?” Todd was amazed at the question, “You kidding? They’d kill for a chance to fuck her!” Chip chimed in, “Yeah, most of them haven’t had any pussy in a month or more!” Deej had to pursue the idea, becoming consumed by the thought of Carole getting gang-banged by so many men. “Hey, you guys think we could get on board the ship?” Todd gave it a moments thought before answering, “Well, I think so. The only one that might see us coming on board would be the chief, and from the stories he’s told, once he got a look at her, he wouldn’t care if we gave her the ship.” Chip laughed, “Yeah, the horny ol’ bastard would even give her a year’s pay to get some of that pussy. He won’t be any problem.” Deej was now getting excited over the possibility, “Let’s do it! C’mon, let’s sneak her on your ship and let all your buddies fuck her!” Carole was listening intently as the men discussed their plan, but said nothing, continuing to work the neck of the beer bottle in and out of her swollen pussy, her eyes closed dreamily, her mind imagining what it would be like to have cock after cock shoved in her. Maybe, just maybe, that many cocks could quench the deep, unfathomable hunger that possessed her body, a desire she couldn’t comprehend and never knew was buried deep within her subconscious, only knowing that she had to have satisfaction of her newly discovered hunger. Deej interrupted Carole’s erotic thoughts, having to repeat his words twice before they sunk into her consciousness, “Get up, baby. Go get cleaned up and we’ll have some real fun.” Once Deej’s words had bypassed Carole’s sensual thoughts, she got off the bed and hurried to the bathroom, the three men watching as she pranced past them nude, admiring her curvy ass, the swing of her full breasts. When she returned to the bedroom, Deej had selected what he wanted her to wear for their evening’s adventure and handed the single piece of clothing to her. It was a short, white terry cloth beach robe that fastened only with a cloth belt. Carole grinned as Deej handed the robe to her, knowing how he liked her to wear it with nothing but a pair of high heel shoes. The robe barely reached no more than three to four inches below her crotch, and if Carole wasn’t careful when she walked, the robe would open slightly below her waist and reveal her trimmed bush for all to see. Carole laid the robe on the bed and pulled open a drawer of the dresser, then selected a pair of lace panties. When Deej saw what she was about to do, he took the panties from her hand and admonished, “You won’t be needing those, sexy. Just put the robe on and that pair of open-toed high-heeled sandals. That’s all you’re going to need.” Carole modestly objected, “But Deej, I can’t go out in public without SOMEthing on under my robe!” Deej through the panties on the bed, the see-through lace landing on the pussy-juice coated beer bottle, “Nah, baby. Don’t worry about it. You won’t be in public, anyway.” Carole shrugged and picked the robe up and slipped it on, then stepped to the open closet and slipped her feet into her sandals, aware of the six eyes focused on her body. Chip whistled as Carole turned to face them, “Damn! She sure looks good in that robe!” The other two men nodded in agreement as they studied the pretty girl standing in front of them, her sandals accentuating every curve of her seductive legs, twisting her pelvis backward and making her butt even more pronounced. The soft material of the robe only gave a hint of Carole’s bountiful breasts as it parted slightly from the fullness of her globes pushing against it, revealing just enough of the crevice between the white mounds to tantalize. Deej interrupted the men’s appraisal of his wife, “Let’s get going gang. It’s already dark out, and time’s awasting.” The four of them piled into the Corvair and Deej headed to Port Everglades, his thoughts playing out in advance the ensuing night’s entertainment, hopeful that the two sailors could pull it off. At Todd’s direction, Deej pulled into a parking spot in the deserted lot several feet from the pier where their ship was docked. Todd told them all to wait in the car while he went to talk to the chief. The three remaining watched him as he walked across the darkened pavement and made his way up the gangplank. They could see Todd enter a door on the upper deck and disappear from view. Deej couldn’t see anyone else in the dim lights illuminating the ship and he turned in his seat to face Chip in the back. “Where is everyone, Chip? I don’t see a soul on the deck.” Chip leaned forward and explained, “Probably all in the day room or in their bunks. Not much to do on a Sunday when we’re in port. Just watch TV, read, or play cards. Some may still be on leave, looking for excitement.” Deej commented, “Well, they won’t find much around here right now. There’s a few bars, but they’re pretty dead on a Sunday. And the closest girlie clubs are down near Hollywood or clear into Miami.” It seemed like at least a half-hour had passed before they saw Todd reappear on the deck and make his way down the gangplank, although it was probably no more than fifteen or twenty minutes. Todd hurried across the pavement to the car and the three watching him could see a broad smile on his face as he jauntily strode up to the car. He opened the passenger door but didn’t get in, leaning over to exclaim enthusiastically, “It’s all set. The chief said the captain was sleeping off his latest drunk and the lieutenant is still on shore. His final words were get your ass moving’.”sexChip laughed, “Just like him. The old bastard gets impatient when he thinks he’s going to get some.” He pushed the front seat forward and got out of the car, revealing his own impatience to start an evening of fun. Deej followed Chip’s example and got out on the driver’s side while Carole slid across the seat and got out to stand beside Todd and Chip, her sliding action on the seat giving the two sailors a good view of her pussy. They all walked toward the ship, Carole between Todd and Chip, their arms encircling her waist and ass, with Deej strolling behind, watching Carole’s robe ride up her sweet butt cheeks. When they got to the gangplank, Todd took the lead, followed by Carole and then Chip, with Deej taking up the rear. Deej had to laugh when Chip commented on the view of Carole’s ass as she went up the steps in front of him. In a show of modesty, Carole made a vain attempt to cover her rear with the robe when Chip made his remark, causing the rambunctious

I took some free days at home after a boring business trip.On these some days, my loving wife was sent…

After everyone left the house, I quickly closed the door and pulled up the shades. I pulled a chair over…

It was a week before Xmas, and the gang down at work was having a gift exchange. The rules of the gift exchange where simple, no gifts over $10, and all gifts could not be sex-specific. However, since most of my co-workers are women, most of the gifts were feminine. After the gifts where picked, and all said and done, I ended up with some bath and body shower set. Everyone poked and made fun, but I said fuck it and kept my gift. On the way home from work I was trying to decide what I could do with my new found “Body Wash.” I thought of maybe a re-gift, or maybe just giving it to my sister of something. I decided on the latter. When I arrived home I went inside and tossed my keys on the table. I looked around and noticed no one was home. I figured everyone was out Xmas shopping, and decided to grab some dinner. After I was done eating, my sister came strolling through the door. “Hey, what’s up?” I said. “Nothing much, you?” she replied. “Same.” About that time she walked over to the table and picked up the shower kit. “You forget to wrap one of my gifts?!” she said excitedly. “Uh, no.” “Well then who is it for?” I turned around, and saw what she was talking about. “Oh that? I was planing on giving it to mom.” “What!” she exclaimed. “Why did you want it?” She gave me this open jawed look, like I had just slapped her face. “You know I love this kinda of stuff! Come on! Is it for me or not?” she said put her hands to her hip. I smiled and thought about what I could make her do for it. The thought of her doing dishes or cleaning the house in general entered my mind, but then I started thinking about her on her knees sucking my cock. Yes, there she was making long strokes with her hand, bobbing her head up and down, licking the end of my… “Hello! Are you here?” my sister said interrupting my fantasy. “Yeah I am here, I was just thinking.” “About what?” “Well, since you seem so eager to have this shower crap I was thinking of what I could get you to do for it.” “Oh! Please I really want it, and besides what are you going to use it for? You going to jerk off with it in the shower?” After she said it, she put her hand to her mouth thinking she went to far. I eased her fear and smiled at her. “Well you know that doesn’t sound to bad! I think I might go do that right now,” I said marching down the hall to the bathroom. “No don’t!” “Why not? It was your idea.” “Please I really want it!” she said, practically on her knees. Again the vision of her sucking me off entered my head. I starred down at her lips letting my gaze go down to her chest where to very firm B cup sized tits moved up and down. It was getting to be too much. My face flustered and my dick pushed at my jeans. The thought of jerking off in the shower was weighing on my mind, but then I decided to be bold. “If you want it so badly sis, why don’t you join me?” I said. She didn’t answer at first, she just looked at me mouth closed, as if she was pondering the act in her mind. She looked down at my crotch seeing my very visible hard-on. She looked back at me and her face grew red. “I… don’t…” she said mumbled under her breath. “What?! It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before.” She looked at me again and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay I will, but no touching,” she said pointing a finger at my bulge. “Okay, lets go then.”shower sex storiesWith that we both stepped into the bathroom together and locked the door. We then very awkwardly began taking off our clothes. My sister turned to the side, facing the full-length mirror. While I stood in front of the shower facing my sister. I went first, removing my belt, followed by socks and my shirt. My sister-followed suit first removing her shoes then her socks. I stood for a moment drinking in my lil’ sister with my eyes. Yes we have seen each other naked, but not to this degree. As I was starring at her, she removed her shirt of her head, followed by her jeans. She looked over at me and smiled. “What are you waiting for? Start the water and get naked!” my sister said moving her hands behind her back. I agreed and opened the shower curtain, and began running the water until it was warm. I turned around and saw my lil’ sister bending over and removing her panty’s. I closed my eyes and reopened them, hoping that this was not a dream. I finished taking my clothes off and check the water, it was warm enough. I turned to tell my sister, but she was right behind me. “Is it ready?” she asked sweetly. “Yup, go ahead and get in.” She obeyed and climbed into the shower. This was the first time I was treated to a full, close-up view of my sister. I climbed in behind her and began rinsing my body. But I had to get very close to my sister just to get enough water. As I got closer my dick, which was ready to go, bumped against her ass checks. “Hey. I said no touching,” my sister said while pushing me back. “Sorry, I am just really turned on.” She smiled and reached for the body wash. She opened the cap and began filling her hand with it. She motioned for me to take some and I put my hand out, trying not to stick my dick in her ass again. After she squeezed a very generous hand full into my hand, she put the bottle down and began run the soapy mixture on her body starting at her stomach and working outward in a circle. The sent of Camille filled the air as we soaped up our bodies. I pumped my dick and watched my lil’ sister as soaped up her legs, her chest, and her ass checks. She turned around looked down at my ” activities.” “Well I bet your dick has never felt like this,” she said soaping up her arms. “Almost never, I have some lotion in my room, it doesn’t smell as good but it’s the same effect.” She laughed and motioned for me to switch places with her. I stepped into the main spray of the shower and began washing away the body wash. I cupped my hands and splashed water on my face, as I did I felt my sister’s tits press into my back. I looked over my shoulder to see my sister with the biggest smile I had ever seen. “Wow! You really held out. I thought for sure you where going to fondle my tits, or at the least come on me,” she said whilst wrapping her arms around my waist. “Well I must admit..” I tried to finish but she put a finger to my lip. She then reached down and began stroking my dick. I groaned as she pulled on my very hard dick, all the while rubbing her legs against mine. I reached around felt her ass. She giggled and turned me around. “You like?” she said pulling at both her nipples. “Hell yeah!” With that I moved my hands to her tits. She let out a short scream. I stopped and looked down to see that my dick had just passed below her pussy, but close enough to touch her lips. We looked at each other for what felt like an eternity. “Do it!” she said, flashing me a smile. I didn’t hesitate. I took my dick and guided into her tight pussy. I plunged again and again into her most taboo pussy, as she wrapped a leg around me moaning over and over. It wasn’t long before I knew I was going to come. I pulled out, and just when she was about to protest I and pumped my dick and shot stream after stream of cum onto her tits, and stomach. I looked down at my dick, squeezing out the last few drops. My sister then got onto her knees and cleaned off my dick. Hope you enjoyed, as always pics and comments welcome.

Warning: This story is for the entertainment of adults. It contains detailed descriptions of Female Domination, Fisting, Watersports, Anal penetration…

I want to start by saying that this is a true story to a point. I got scared and took…

My clothes were neatly laid out on the bed. Red silk blouse, black ankle length wrap around skirt, lacy white bra and matching string. “Well, it may be another boring promotional party, but at least I’ll look good,” I thought to myself. I hated these things, always having to be on your guard against the other P.R. bitches, all of them looking to fill your shoes and their most direct route is via your jugular. This one was for some new product that we’d just finished the marketing strategy for. They were launching it at the Barbican Centre. A hail of floodlights and champagne and then a quick look at the commercial, followed by more champagne and then home to my nice warm bed and my loving husband. Josh, my husband, never came to these bashes. He couldn’t stand the morons and their patronising talk, but he always made himself available to ferry me to the venues and back home again after it was over. I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself. “Not bad for a thirty-five-year-old with two kids,” I thought as the door opened and Josh said, “Come on love, I want to be back in time for the match. You’re looking good.” “I’m ready now. Shouldn’t be a late one tonight.” I kissed Josh on the cheek, closed the car door and made my way up the steps. They were really going for it this time, no expense spared by the look of the posters and glitter that adorned the hallway. Then I noticed my boss and the client. “Irene, hello. You’ve met John Frazer from the Promo Dept at Majorhost haven’t you?” “Yes, of course I have,” I said as I stretched my hand out. “My dear, so nice to see you again, and what a lovely outfit,” the old man said. “Enjoy the show.” I walked into the function room and looked around the usual faces. Most of them worked for either the client or us but there were a few I didn’t recognise. A glass was pressed into my hand and I looked around to meet the eyes of an extremely handsome man I definitely hadn’t met before. “Don’t you just hate these things?” he said in a quiet voice. “They’re not that bad when you get used to them. I’m Irene Ross from Heath Ross and Associates,” I said inquisitively. “Forgive me, Steve Daly from Majorhost. I work in the Promotions Department. Come on let’s have a drink.” I followed him to the bar as I downed the contents of the glass he’d given me only moments before. We talked for a while long while before he said, “Let’s have a dance.” Normally I wouldn’t dance at these functions but the jealous stares of some of my colleagues had me feeling a little mischievous. “Right, let’s do that.” I said as headed towards the music in the main hall. We danced for a long while, then the commercial was shown to ingratiating and rapturous applause and then it was time to go home. Steve said, “Want a lift?” “Thanks Steve but my husband is expecting me to call for him.” “Let him stay with the TV, give him a ring and let him know that you’ve got a ride home,” he said as he plopped his mobile into my hand. “I’m not ready to let you go just yet.” I rang Josh while Steve’s beautiful piercing eyes shone at me. What was I thinking? It all seemed so naughty, it was like being on a date again. Josh was fine about me taking a lift from one of my friends, besides, his match had gone into extra time and he was more interested in that. We drove across London in the right direction for home when Steve said, “I live just there,” as he pointed at the docklands. “Nice place, you should see it. How about we stop off for a nightcap?” “No, really, I shouldn’t,” I said in my assertive tone but Steve was having none of it. “Come on, just a small one. It has one of the best views on this side of the river.” He was persistent and I capitulated. “OK, but we’d better be quick,” I said.nude young girl sex photosHis building was one of those old warehouses. Smart enough too. He stopped by a door and pressed some code into a metal box, there was a click and he turned the handle. He stepped back and gestured me into the room. As I walked past him the sound of a TV was clear and as I rounded the corner into his living room I was greeted by the sight of two men sitting on a sofa. One was a young lad, about nineteen, and the other was older, easily in his sixties. “This is my old man, and the other is Kevin, my cousin.” “I thought we were having a nightcap Steve?” “Yeah, what do you fancy?” he said. “Well, I didn’t expect company,” I said trying to get to grips with the situation. “Oh, don’t worry about them, they’re family,” he said in a patronising tone. “Whisky alright for you? Sit down and make yourself comfortable.” There were two sofas and I started towards the unoccupied one when the old man patted the cushion between himself and the young lad, “Come and sit here, my beauty,” he said. I felt too uncomfortable to be rude and did as I was told. They moved slightly apart to give me room. I can feel the young lad’s eyes on me all the time as I sat between the two of them. “Lovely lad my Stevie, isn’t he?” said the old man. “Got a lot more about him than young Kevin here. Kevin’s still a virgin you know. Got his fingers into some bird last week but that’s about it, so far.” I felt like screaming but managed to stop myself. “Do you mind if I just give my husband a call, he’ll be worrying about me.” That assertive tone again, but it had as much effect on the father as it had had on his son. “Phone’s not working love, but my Stevie’s got one of those mobiles, he’ll be back with your drink soon, dare say he’ll let you use it, if his battery’s not gone flat. Usually does at this time of night.” Panic held me like a rabbit caught in a cars’ headlights, I didn’t know what to do and then I noticed the young lad was staring at my legs and my palms began to sweat. I felt the old mans leg pressing against my thigh and turned to look at him. To my astonishment, he was grinning and obviously enjoying my embarrassment. I looked across to the young lad to find that he had his hand in his pocket and was playing with himself. I looked away in disgust and felt a hand arrive on my thigh and slowly work it’s way into the split of my skirt. I tried to stand up and was pushed back down by a pair of strong hands from over my shoulders. Steve was back. “Steve, please let me go, I need to go home to my husband,” I was pleading. “Just behave yourself or your darling husband will have to be told about how you came here looking to be fucked.” I sat there in horror as two hands began to open my skirt and manoeuvre up my thighs. My legs were being pulled apart and I felt both petrified and confused. I couldn’t run away, the door had probably been locked behind me. I decided to sit quietly and hope to get out of there alive. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt, what do you reckon Stevie?” said the old man as the lad began to unbutton my blouse. I tried to stop him and my hand was dragged behind my back. “Please, leave me alone!” I begged. “Shut up and do as you are told!” Steve snarled. My blouse fell open and was lifted over my shoulders as my wrists were tied together behind my back and I began to sob. My bra was removed and both of the men at my sides took a breast into their mouths, sucking greedily at my hardening nipples. Then the old man moved his mouth over mine and pushed his tongue between my lips. I could taste the beer and cigarettes on his breath. Disgusting. Moments later I was forced to my feet and the young lad began to unbutton my skirt. I could feel his rough hands fumbling with the buttons as he groped under the waistband and then the garment fell to the floor at my feet. I was standing there in front of these perverts in nothing but my lacy white g-string. I felt ashamed and embarrassed. “I bet she’s got a lovely little cunt,” said the old man. “Turn her round, I want a look at her snatch.” The young lad grabbed my shoulders and hurriedly turned me to face the old man and Steve, who was standing behind the sofa with a video camera. I couldn’t see his face but I pleaded, “Please don’t hurt me. Let me go home to my husband and I promise I won’t tell anybody about this.” Steve lowered the camera, looked straight at me and said, “You are at home. My home, and you’re going to do exactly as I want or you’ll not see your dear husband again. Right?” I began to cry again and then was pushed to the floor at the old man’s feet. “Roll her over sonny,” he said, “and spread her legs.” I was turned face down on the carpet and then the young lad hooked his thumbs under the elastic of my string and ripped them down my legs to the knee. “Phwooarrr, she’s a cracker, go on son, have a feel,” the old man said. I lay there for what seemed like an eternity but was probably only a couple of minutes when I felt a hand fold around my buttock and move downwards toward my cunt. I could feel the fingers rubbing between my lips and then one slipped inside me. I was wet, I suppose the fear and embarrassment of being naked in front of three strangers had caused this involuntary reaction. I heard the old man grunt as he got to his feet and tell the young lad to stand back as it was now his turn. His hand was rough as his fingers found their way directly to my soft cunt lips and caressed over my clit. It felt good; he had a natural touch. I heard myself screaming inside and was thinking, “No Irene, you can’t enjoy this!” but I was. The old man was probing me, running his fingers all over my slit and between my buttock, touching my clit. I began to move myself upwards, desperately trying to contact my clit with his fingers. If my hand weren’t tied, I’d have probably found myself frigging off. I was now so turned on that my juices were in full flow and were leaking out into my neatly trimmed pubic hair. And then the contact stopped.nudist family sex hot photosNothing happened for a while and I could hear the three of them talking in hushed tones. Every now and then I could make out a word and sometimes a sentence, it seemed like I was going to be fucked. Suddenly there was an arm around my waist and I was brought to my knees and turned to face the sofa. I was pulled forwards until my chest rested on the seat. My arse was in the air and my tight, dripping little pussy was on view to anyone behind me. A blindfold was put around my face and I could only experience darkness and touch. Another minute or so passed and then it started. A hand groped my arse and then my cunt… “Hey Steve, I think she’s pissed herself, she’s sopping wet!” It was the young lad. “Gerroff, I’m havin’ her first,” said the old man. I heard his zipper being pulled down and then something pushed against my cunt. “Oh God, this is it, he’s going to fuck me,” I thought to myself. Slowly he pushed his cock into my slippery cunt. It was bigger than I’d expected and filled me up. I was fighting against the emotions that were telling me that I was actually enjoying this, eventually submitting to them and pushing back against him. My breath escaped in a long, “Ooooh,” and I began to feel a warmth deep inside my abdomen. I heard my voice saying, “Go on, FUCK ME,” but couldn’t believe that I was actually saying it. He thrust into me for about a minute and then I felt him withdraw and warm droplets spray over my arse. The dirty bastard had spunked off on me. “Go on sonny, you have a go now. She’s a dirty little whore and it’s time you had a woman.” The next thing I felt was my ankles being grabbed and I was dragged backwards, falling heavily onto the carpet and being hurriedly turned over so that I was lying on my back. My legs were kicked apart and then another cock found its way into my well-lubricated hole. This one was much faster in his thrusting and he didn’t last long before he started grunting and moaning. “I’m going to come, I’m going to come,” he shouted. Seconds later he spurted his jism into my unprotected cunt and he was no longer a virgin. I was left on the carpet with my hands tied behind me for a few more minutes before the blindfold was removed. “Don’t ever say that you didn’t enjoy that,” said Steve. “Want a lift home or should I call you a taxi?”

There are laws, rules and morality in place to let a girl know and how to behave. The laws and rulings are laid down by men, and regardless of the restraints imposed, it’s about control, control of the female body, and her reproductive organs, her pleasure zones and thus, theirs.The Dutch religious sect that made a teenage daughter’s first bleed, a bath by her mother, and sent to her father’s bed, for her first sexual experience, was that bad in the eyes of whoever it was meant to offend, tell that to the man inside his daughter and enjoying that wondrous squeeze on his cock, his daughters tightness freely given with love and respect as he seeds her freely.All over the world females are used for sex, we all know and sense that, Kings of Britain have fucked girls as young as ten, and old men enjoyed our freshness and willingness of parents to curry favour by giving men access to their daughters bedrooms for money, even today, now as I write, in Thailand and the Philippines, young girls are being seeded, behind doors guarded by her parents, and all for a few ins and outs, as their old cocks are suctioned by her young pussy.As a girl myself, my world has been full of incidents of men wanting me for sex, from awakening at a family Summer party, in the early hours of the morning, with my uncles cock in my mouth and continuing to chew on it until my mouth was full of his cum, which I swallowed, to my dirty old grandfather who like those men I mentioned before, used to sneak into my bed and commit carnal knowledge with me, something my mother knew about, as she too had been subjected to the old mans 9″ cock thrusting, when she was just a wide eyed girl, granddad was a farmer and sex was a function, something my mother understood with four healthy brothers all growing up together and needing that moment of soft loving that only a mother or woman can provide.I am sure, as you read, many will have experienced similar, I just put these acts into words so others can see that the tabbooness is pointless, and if anything it adds to the poignancy of the act, I find my own orgasms are more powerful and deeply satisfying, and when you weigh it up, if you have to fuck, then just get out of it what you can, and throw yourself headlong into it, as I have done all my life.Read them all and tell me what ones you liked, indeed if you liked them all, there is no shame in that1.) A Girl’s First Love is her DaddySex is a powerful tool to wield against people, I know as I have been liberated by it, enriched by it, as a student I placed an old man’s hand on my bared breast, so he could feel my rigid nipple in his palm, that did the trick, way much better and far quicker than signing documents, I stayed at his place gratis free, providing I pleasured him whenever he needed my company, something that might have repulsed me, had my uncle and grandfather not taught me otherwise.youn girl sex storiesI was brought up by my father as a single parent. We were very close and I was a great comfort and solace when mother left.I married at 19 and left him alone as I moved away to another country, where my husband worked, and I got myself employment and we had a tremendous lifestyle of good weather and parties.As the years flew in, I suddenly realised one day I had not even spoken to him on the phone let alone go visit and spend time with him, and I felt very sad about that, as it had been nearly six years.My marriage was hitting a rough patch too, the lifestyle was starting to get boring and I felt we were just living for the day and not putting roots down, like my father had always suggested.Then one day I found out my husband had been sleeping with another local girl and for me that was the straw that broke the camels back, I packed up and went home, citing divorce proceedings, that was it, it was over and I went back home to daddy and my old room, where it all began for me.It had been almost five years since I last saw him, but when I did I felt like I had never been away and all the old feelings of security fell back into place, and as we hugged at the airport, his scent and aftershave, was the same, I was my daddy’s girl, even at 25, and more a woman than a little girl, I clung to him and he hugged me tightly, he had his girl back in his life and he was as excited as I was.Suddenly, back home there was no problems, I felt free and had nothing to worry myself about anymore, but more important I felt different, and I saw my father too, was different, I was really drawn to him, especially after the last six months of isolation and abstinence from both alcohol and sex, now I felt free and I could laugh like old, and that first night we went out for Pizza, then onto daddy’s local pub, where his older friends fussed over me, and complimented me and made me feel special.We were too drunk to drive home so we called a taxi, and we got in for the twenty minute drive home. I was completely out of it because of jet lag, and boozing, I remember slipping away hearing my father tell the driver I had just came home that morning.We got into the house and I crashed on the couch. Daddy tried to get me to bed but I was so comfortable I told him I wanted to sleep on it tonight.He went away and came back with my duvet, and started to undress me, “What are you doing daddy”, I remember fussing?“You cant sleep in your clothes”, he replied so I tried to help as he undid buttons and zippers and then I felt the duvet covering me and daddy bending over me and giving me a big goodnight kiss on my mouth.I kissed him back and it felt nice, “I love you”, I told him, and we kissed again, then I pushed myself back against the couch and I asked him to sleep with me on the couch, I wanted to hug him perhaps, even more than than that, I felt starved of affection and sexual love, I wanted to feel a mans body against my own, so I kept repeating myself, “Sleep with me daddy, just until I fall asleep”. That seemed to do the trick, as he got up and turned off the lights and got in beside me, and as he cuddled up, I felt his erection press against my stomach, as we jostled i the limited space.“You’re naked daddy”, I giggled, and he retorted, “so are you daughter”, by now we were crushing against each other and I felt a rising desire that had been missing for such a long time, and I raised my leg to go over his and as I did so, I felt his penis push against my vagina, and a wave of burgeoning desire swept over me, and I groaned, “Oh daddy”, as I heaved myself on top and he just went in deeply, all the way in and my body just did the rest as we fucked, I could not stop, nor did I want to.2.) The Dominant Boss at the OfficeWhen I went for the interview, I prayed he would be a horn-dog, wanting to hire me for sex. I knew I had it all, great tits and a peachy bum, I was tall and sporty, with a crowning mane of blond locks, thanks to my Scandinavian heritage and green eyes, with Celtic blood.I sat indecently for a sophisticated woman, I deliberately showed more than a woman should, but I wanted the job, even if it meant going down on him, I needed the money.His questions were more what I could do for him at a personal level, was I willing to travel and stay in hotels, of course I would, and my knees would part a little more.I got the job and the security of harassment laws, that protected me from his assumed gains during the interview. I was an experienced woman, and I enjoyed my sex, I even had a small lipstick vibrator in my handbag and I admit to using it when I felt the urge, which was often, and daringly, when sitting opposite the same man, with only my panties keeping it safe from falling out. Yes I was that sort of woman.My boss did want me, he told me in so many words, and I had that power over him, especially after seeing his wife, why would a man like him not want to fuck every orifice in my body, we both knew it, and I teased him with it, on the only journey we ever undertook, I masturbated myself knowing he was listening in his room next to mine, I had noted his bed was along the same wall, and even quipped, looks like we are sleeping together with a wall between us.sexI could hear his breathing, and he could hear my moans and the sounds of my vibrator working itself in and out of my sloppy wet pussy. Over breakfast the next morning he remarked it sounded like I was enjoying myself, “I was”, I retorted, “girls do masturbate too”, I added, just so he knew I heard him jacking off.I never used the laws in place to report his sexist views, or intimidating behaviour, I was simply not that type of weak scared girl, I gave as good as I got, and I got good bonuses and favours in return for being dirty and sluttish, we always took it to the edge and I could see his bulge in his pants, I loved being desired sexually and even more, I loved dominating my boss by being overtly sexual when alone with him, that is until the Christmas office party, where he turned the tables, that was five years back, and I have been paying the price ever since.I had been in his employ for close to eighteen months, and was his personal secretary, the tall leggy blond that only wore stockings, that were slutty netted, with huge diamonds, stockings he bought from women’s catalogues and paid me to put on, as he watched through his keyhole, I entertained his little kink every morning and enjoyed the envelope stashed with cash paid weekly, no questions asked, for ten minutes of my working day, and countless dictates sitting with my legs open, knowing he had his cock out behind his desk getting off on my visual beauty.The Christmas bash was an all out affair, with great buffet and champagne, and office flirtations coming to a head, over darkened office desks, as some people fucked with gay abandon, and released that pent up frustration that builds throughout the year and is released with the party pill popping and free booze.It all started when I took my husband down to the copy room where we caught an intern, Sandra, sitting on the copier, scanning her naked ass. What she never bargained for was her tiny tight pussy was also sitting snugly between her cute butt cheeks, we almost saw what she had eaten for breakfast.Sandra was pissed out of her skull and as we helped her down from the xerox machine, her cute little panties fell down to her slim ankles, as she flung her arms around my husbands neck, I saw my husband admire Sandra’s bum and pussy, and fold it into his pocket.“Well it’s my turn”, I said, and eased my skirt up, and pulled my own panties down and sat on the plate glass, and thus, my ass and cunt were streaming out and landing atop of Sandra’s, “Now you have us both to admire”, I said, noting my husband was stroking Sandra’s bare ass, under her short dress.I climbed down and left my knickers alongside Sandra’s on the copy room floor, “Follow me”, I said as we dragged Sandra into the elevator and up to my office floor, and into my office.I left my husband holding her limp body and sat down on my desk chair, “You do her the honers, and I shall watch”, and I took out my vibrator and watched my husband and my work colleague Sandra, fuck each other on my carpet, and eventually, I got up, went over, and joined in.After the holiday break, I went into the office to find my boss sitting there beaming, with his cock out and stroking himself so openly. “I have been waiting for you”, he said somewhat triumphantly, and he spun his computer monitor around so I could see what he was jacking off to, it was me, my husband and Sandra on my office floor. I had forgotten all about the office security cams.I went blank, lost for words, everything crashed, and as I watched him he beckoned me over to his chair, where I dropped to my knees, and for the first time, took him in my mouth until he cummed.Everything changed, he watched me dress in the morning and than fucked me over my desk, Sandra was invited to join us and together we explored everything sexually conceivable between women and Sandra fell pregnant, but even here he never relented, fucking her until his baby was born with a black eye and his demand for my own pregnancy, but I told him I could not medically conceive, so in the end, even here I lost out to the fertile Sandra, her pregnancies led to them getting married eventually and my being released from my job after seven years.Thousands of free fucks he had had from me, and never once did my husband question me if my boss ever did have me, of course he never knew of the blackmail he had over me, or Sandra, life went on and we just did our best.Many years later, we read of his passing and the fact he left a wife, Sandra and six c***dren, boy did he fuck her, but she was setup for life, and I often wondered about her first born, after all, my husband was in there first.

I awoke in a daze. Darkness. My mouth was extremely dry, and thick with the aftertaste of a night’s worth of booze. My senses were reeling, and I felt extremely weak and sick to my stomach. Where was I? What had happened? Better yet, what was happening? It was very cold, and I was sitting naked in a chair. A very uncomfortable chair, at that. I tried to move, but found that I was bound securely. My wrists had been bound so tightly that my hands were numb, and the circulation was in danger of being cut off. My legs had been tied as well, and try as I might, I could not move, besides the fact that was still feeling somewhat dizzy and weak.“Awake finally?” spoke a female voice. I opened my eyes, but found myself blinding by a light which streamed brightly into my face, and closed them again.“I’ll take that as a yes,” the voice said again, and I was aware of the light being turned slightly away from my face.“The other one’s awake too, Amber,” said another voice, further across the room. I opened my eyes again, slowly this time, allowing time to adjust to the light.The room was dim, save for the intense lamp that had recently been shone into my face. I was tied securely to a chair in the middle of the room, and there appeared to be another figure across the room, bound very tightly as well, though lying on the floor. In front of me stood the woman who apparently was Amber, the one who had been talking to me. She looked to be in her mid-twenties, with long, straight black hair, and eyes that were a piercing blue, and almost shone with coldness. She was pale, possibly attributed to the lighting, but it made her look almost like a vampire from out of the movies.“Now he’s definitely awake,” remarked a woman standing next to her. “You never told me he was so cute.” She looked over my body appreciatively, and Amber just laughed.“Doesn’t matter, Shanna,” Amber replied. “It’s not him I want.” Shanna looked to be possibly a few years younger than Amber, and sported a slight resemblance, as though they might be related. In contrast, she was not quite as tall, and not nearly as thin and shapely. Shanna’s hair was a light brown, and was shorter than Amber’s, and wavy. Shanna did not have the coldness about her that Amber seemed to project. Shanna just shrugged in response to Amber’s comment, moving closer to me and reaching out to run hand over my chest, and downward to my crotch.“Whew,” she breathed. “Can’t I have him when we’re done?”“He may not be around when we finish,” Amber responded. She glanced over, and I saw that there was another figure crouched next to the apparent other captive who was tied up on the floor.“Is that one awake, Kristi?” Amber asked.“Yes,” Kristi answered quietly. Kristi appeared to be the youngest of the group, from what I could tell, and there was almost a sort of innocence about her. I tried to make out who the figure was in the floor, but the lighting wasn’t good enough. Apparently it didn’t have to be, though, as Amber and Shanna proceeded to drag the person across the floor and deposit him nearby, where the light showed all.It was my best friend, Phillip.Memory was returning to me now. I vaguely remembered a night ago, or was it two nights? It was hard to tell at this point. I had been drinking, and so had Phillip and my other friend, Jonathan. Jonathan had invited this girl over that I had never met before… what had happened? Most was hazy after that… I was jolted back to reality when Amber slapped the shit out of me. She struck hard. I could feel the blood oozing out of my lip.“Where is he?” Amber demanded, her cold gaze cutting deep into my eyes.“What?” I asked, confused, and this earned me another slap across the face.“He raped and killed our sister,” Amber said, her voice full of anger and barely suppressed hatred. “Where is he?”“Your sister?” I stammered, still lost, licking the blood from my busted lip. “What… what do you mean??”“Katrina,” Amber said slowly, never taking her eyes away from me. Shanna watched in what seemed to be amusement, and Kristi was not even watching the spectacle. Memories of that night flooded through my mind…Katrina… I knew the name. It was the name of the girl Jonathan had been with.“I… I don’t know!” I exclaimed, and this earned me a full-force punch in the face, and I could feel the blood streaming from my nose as my eyes watered unbelievably from the stinging pain.“You might want to listen to her,” mused Shanna, with a half-smile.“Are you lookin’ for Jonathan?” called Phillip from the floor, and all eyes turned on him. Good, I thought. The attention is away from me now.“Yes,” Amber whispered, an almost fanatical gleam in her eyes. At this point, as I watched, I was wondering deep in my mind how I had even ended up here. I had been drinking a lot, it was true… had Jonathan raped and murdered Katrina after I had passed out? And then I had been kidnapped by these psychos, while I was still out of it? That almost had to be it.“We don’t know where he is!” Phillip tried to convince them. “Last time we saw him, he was with that girl. I was too drunk to know-” He yelped as Amber kicked him in the head, silencing him.“Then we’ll do this the hard way,” she said, turning back to me.“I bet I can get it out of him,” Shanna said, moving over to me. I gasped involuntarily as her tongue began to caress my flesh, while she took my very penis in her hand. It soon began to stiffen, and she bent lower, her mouth closing around the head of it.My breathing was really heavy now, and my heart was pounding faster than it had in weeks as she gently sucked away. Oh, my god… Amber and Kristi just watched, as I moved quickly toward my climax. Just before I orgasmed, though, an unbearable pain shot through me as Shanna bit into my cock, drawing blood. I cried out in pain, and I became limp in no time. Oh, shit, this hurt like nothing ever before… he she just kept adding more and more pressure!“Tell us, or she’s going to bite it off,” Amber said to me, and the fact that she was almost smiling would have led me to believe she was joking if not for Shanna’s mouth around the head of my cock, and her sharp teeth threatening to remove it forever! I screamed, not able to take much more.“Please!!!!” I shouted over and over, and Amber just smiled and shook her head.“He isn’t very smart, is he?” Kristi commented.“All right!” Phillip shouted, catching Amber and Kristi’s full attention. “I’ll tell you where you can find him!” I sighed in relief as Shanna finally stopped, releasing me from the torment and moving away. She flashed a smile at me as I sat catching my breath, still wincing at the pain.“Where is he?” Kristi asked Philip.“Two houses to the left of mine, where you found us,” Philip informed them hurriedly. “The address is 1732 Chandler Street. He’s staying with a friend for today and tomorrow.” Amber and Shanna just looked at each other for a few seconds, Shanna smiling just slightly. Kristi looked down at Phillip, shaking her head with a sigh.“Wrong,” she said. “Jonathan left town, we’ve already been told.”“What?!” Phillip asked, his voice tinged with fear. “But he is staying there! Go look for yourselves if you don’t believe me!”“Since you’re a liar, we can’t use you,” Amber observed of Phillip. Then she turned to me.“If you think he left town, why are you asking us?” I demanded. “Why are you even doing this to us??”“Now, now,” Amber said. “We only need one of you. But I’m going to give you a chance to tell me the truth before one of you has to die. I wonder how long you two can live without oxygen?”“What are you talking about?” Phillip shouted. Amber glanced down at him in annoyance.“I think that one should be the one to go,” she said.“I agree,” said Kristi. “No contest.”“Wait! No!” Phillip began screaming. “I can-” at this point his sentence was abruptly ended, however. Kristi shoved her hands down over his mouth and nose. He struggled uselessly as his air supply was cut off, but he was bound too tightly to even move.“As soon as you tell me where I can find this Jonathan,” Amber said to me, “she’ll let him have some air.” Phillips eyes looked toward me pleadingly, yet I was helpless to do anything. I even attempted to make up answers to the whereabouts of Jonathan, but Amber would just shake her head, and Shanna just smiled knowingly. Phillip’s whimper was barely audible from beneath Kristi’s hands, and she just looked into his eyes as he eventually lapsed into unconsciousness, and finally death.“You just let your friend die, you know,” Amber said to me. I spat at her, and all three began laughing at me.“Tell me now, or you’ll be suffering the same fate,” Amber said, her voice like death itself.“Fuck you, you psychotic bitch,” I spat.“Have it your way,” she said with a shrug. “Shanna?” I struggled with all my might in the next instant, but I was helpless to move to defend myself.Shanna walked around to the back of the chair, and Amber punched me in the stomach, which was unexpected, and I gasped for breath. I felt like puking. At this point, I felt Shanna’s hands close over my mouth, and my nose was pinched shut as well. She was smothering me. Amber and Kristi just watched nearby, and I sat in the chair like an object for their entertainment.“I guess we’ll just have to find Jonathan on our own,” sighed Amber. I struggled to draw breath against Shanna’s warm hands, but it was impossible. I was going to die for their amusement. Almost a minute had passed by now.“So, what’s for lunch?” Kristi asked.“I guess we’ll dump their bodies and then we can try that new Mexican place down the street,” Amber said. “Have you been there yet?”“No, but I heard it was good,” replied Kristi.“I’m hungry too,” I heard Shanna say from behind me. “Hurry up and die, will you?” It had been a minute and a half, and I was getting dizzy. I would have begged for mercy had I been able to, but it was too late. I began whimpering, and apparently Shanna felt it beneath her palms, and laughed at me. After two minutes had passed, I felt myself slipping… slipping into darkness…“Good, I don’t think it should be too much longer,” Shanna assured the others as I drifted into unconsciousness. A short while later, I was dead, and no one would ever know what had happened to me. Just as their Katrina had disappeared, so had Phillip and I. Had it truly been justice?“Do you think there’s a chance we’ll find Jonathan now?” Kristi asked.“Of course,” Amber replied. “He’s staying with his friend today and tomorrow. I believe the address is 1732 Chandler Street.” She smiled almost innocently after saying this.“You mean you knew all along?” Kristi asked, taken aback.“Of course,” Amber responded. “Shanna and I both did.”“The punch here is great,” Shanna commented two hours later, when her, Amber, and Kristi sat together in the new Mexican restaurant down the street.