Sunday, June 30, 2013

My wife and servant Gopal SeXStoRY

I had bought a new web camera and it came with a sophisticated software. I was eager to try it out. After installing it , I discovered that it had many security features too, for instance the webcamera could also be used as a cctv, but recording only when it would detect a movement. I am not very tech-saavy, so I was astounded. "Have your breakfast" I was brought to reality by the sound of my 35 year old wife Anu."You are going to get me late today." It was 9.30 am .Not too late for me, but definitely late for my wife . She had to be in her office by around 10am. I normally used to go a bit later. I had my breakfast and Anu left for office immediately after that. I got back to fiddling with my new toy. I set it up and did a few experiments with the webcam and they were successful. After a while I realized even I had to leave. By 11 am I was also ready to leave for my office. "Gopal, darwaza band kar lo. Main ja raha hoon" I instructed our servant "Theek hai sahab" He replied. By around 4 pm I had completed my office work and was sitting around with nothing much to do. Suddenly an idea struck me. I had kept my camera on in our house and it was logged onto the yahoo. I wondered whether I could access it from my another yahoo id ? I tried it. I sent a request to my other id to watch the cam. As far I remembered, I had allowed both my ids to be able to "Always" connect to each other. After a few seconds of waiting, it was confirmed I was right.. My house's empty bedroom came into view on my cam window. I got a bit angry though seeing ot, as the bed was still untidy. Gopal hadn't yet cleaned it. I was about to put off the cam when I saw Gopal enter the room. He is a timid looking young fellow from Uttar Pradesh. He started cleaning the room and bed. I cooled down a bit. Better late than never. It was amazing to watch my own house, my bedroom from my office. Gopal cleaned up the bed an the rest of the room. And then he surprised me as he started going opening the cupboard. We trust him so don't keep it locked. Moreover, it doesn't have any valuable or money. Money or no money, I was again angry with him, he was betraying our trust. He started hunting for something amidst our clothes. He didn't seem to find what he was looking for in the cupboard and started going through the bin we have in our room for dirty clothes we intend to get washed. What was he upto ? I almost fell off my chair when he pulled out an used bra and panty of Anu's and started smelling them ! I was getting angry and wanted to put off the cam and rush home and fire Gopal from his job, but curiousity was getting better of me. He then kept those used panty and bra on the bed and went back to the cupboard and started hunting for something more. He brought out her freshly washed panty and bra too and laid them on the bed. He placed them in such a way that the bra and panty were at an angle and distance from each other, similar to if someone had worn actually worn them and lied on the bed. He then took off his own trousers and underwear and lay down on his stomach on the bed over the bra and panty . Anu's panty was below his groin and her bra was under his chest. Then he took the used panty and bra in his hand and started smelling them, as he started rubbing his groin against the panty on the bed. I was both disgusted as well as aroused. I didn't want to be, but couldn't help my mind an body reacting to our servant's antics. My cock was stirring. I got up and closed the door of my chamber. Even I took out my cock and started rubbing it as out servant masturbated on my wife's clothes, while smelling her pussy in her used panty. Gopal came before me. He got up and held her panty on his hand. It had his thick cum on it. He brought his finger to it and evenly spread his semen all over her panty and in the the inside of her bra. After that he placed them in the similar way it was previously kept in the cupboard. It seemed he wanted my wife to wear the panty and bra with his dried up semen sticking to it ! Seeing this was more than I could take and immediately came. Then he put my wife's used undergarment' s back in the bin and left the room. By the time I returned home, my wife was already back. She was instructing Gopal something about our dinner, which he just kept timidly nodding yes to. Gopal looked timid and obedient . It was hard to imagine that someone like him could be upto what he did earlier in the afternoon. And ofcourse my wife had no idea about it.. If she did she would blow her top and I don't think Gopal would be standing even for a minute in our house. "memsaab, khana tyar ho gaya" Gopal announced like he does every night. Everything seemed so normal , yet so so strange. Gopal was always scared and obedient towards my wife. My wife was authorative and treated him as if he were a c***d who should listen to everything, which he did and because of that we trusted him a lot. My wife actually hardly even thought Gopal was a grown up individual with his own thoughts. Quite often I would hear Anu reprimanding Gopal and he would respond to her scoldings and shoutings with lowered head. He never ever spoke back. We both thought of him as an innocent timid viilager, so much so that Anu was hardly much cautious of herself and her clothing, with him around. She would wear nighties or skirts in the night, and at times while lying down on the couch and watching TV, they would expose her legs and calves. Its not much compared to what younger girls wear these days, but Anu was the kind who wouldn't expose anything at all. Always dressed prim and proper. This was the level to which she trusted him and took no note of his presence at home. She thought of him to be as harmless as the house furnitures. Well, I was seeing Gopal in a new light now. And it was having an arousing effect on me. The next day I set up the cam again before leaving for office. I kept my cam window on the whole day in my office comp. Around 2 pm, I saw Gopal enter out bedroom. Needless to say he repeated the same thing again. And I masturbated to it . For me this was more erotic than any porn film. This went on for a few days, and my wife had no clue about it. One day I had an idea. I searched in my home PC , for the sexy pictures of Anu which I had shot. I found the folder. It had many pictures of hers, including the one where she was masturbating with her vibrator. I made some prints of those pictures, put them in an envelope and kept them next to her clothes in the cupboard. To add to it , I also placed her vibrator next to the envelope. Even while doing that, I was getting a hard on imagining what I would see on the cam later in the day. I got ready quickly and left for office . Moment I was in my chamber, I put on the cam. Normally, nothing happens till afternoon, but I didn't want to take any chance. It was a long wait, but finally at about 3 pm I saw Gopal entering our room and opening the cupboard. My cock was throbbing with anticipation. Minutes seems hours, as I kept looking at the webcam window impatiently. I had left home earlier than Anu and I could see she was getting ready to leave for her office. She took out her clothes from the cupboard and took them along with her to the bathroom. We have an attached bathroom to our bedroom. Everything seemed as usual as my wife disappeared into the bathroom. The window cam was empty and I was wishing that she would take her bath quickly and leave for office, so that Gopal could begin his sexual play. For a couple of minutes, I just kept staring the at the empty webcam window, when suddenly Gopal appeared in our bedroom. He started peeping through the keyhole of the bathroom. As he intently peered through the small opening, he maneuvered his cock of his trousers, not taking his eyes of the keyhole even for a moment. As his cock came into view I saw that he already had a hard on. That was pretty quick considering he had hardly spent a minute in front of the bathroom door. My wife must be absolutely naked inside and our servant was seeing her like that. Till today he was using only her undergarments, but now he was also seeing her fully naked in real. He must have got emboldened seeing my wife's vibrator and photographs the previous day. Perhaps on realizing that my wife was a sexual being as well ! All these thoughts and the sight in my cam window, gave me a throbbing erection too. I begin to masturbate seeing our servant do the same as he watched my naked wife take her bath. It did not take long for Gopal to cum. He wiped himself and went out of the room. After a few minutes , Anu appeared from the bathroom. She ofcourse had no clue what had happened while she was taking her bath. That our servant was watching her in the nude and masturbating. In another fifteen minutes time she left for office. Later that day, I saw Gopal masturbate two more times using her clothes. My wife must be really turning him on. And I could see his lust for Anu was growing by the day. And so was my voyeuristic fascination. I wasn't satisfied with seeing anymore, I wanted to hear too. I wanted to know if Gopal muttered anything about Anu, while cumming. Later that night, I took out hardware manuals and instruction books. Somewhere I remembered having read that one could use a handycam as a webcam too. Necessity is the mother of invention, and because of my lust, I was slowly gathering a lot of knowledge about technical things. Till late that night , I kept reading the two computer books I had. I finally found the section which spoke of how to use the handycam as a webcam. Excited like c***d, I immediately started testing my knowledge. It was almost past 2 am when I manged to successfully install the video camera as my webcam. Satisfied, I went to sl**p. Next day too I left early for office, as I again wanted to see Gopal peep into the bathroom as my wife took her bath. I was even more excited this day, as I knew I could hear too. The previous day repeated itself. Gopal watched my wife take her bath through the keyhole of the door and later after she left , he again masturbated on her clothes. I could hear sounds too, but it was quite muffled. Gopal's moans did reach my ears, but the audio quality was bad and I couldn't understand anything he said while cumming, Though I was sure that he kept saying something, while he was cumming. Later that night at home, I attached an external microphone to the computer. After doing a test I was sure that the audio quality would improve drastically because of the microphone. I took the wire from the behind the book shelf and and stuck the microphone on the bed in such a way that that it wouldn't be visible to anyone. I was again early to office the next day. The office peon was surprised that I had regularly started coming early. Atleast due to this, I was giving the image of working hard !! I turned the computer toward me. Even if anyone walked into my chamber no one would be able to see the images on the monitor. I waited eagerly for the videocam window to connect. I enabled sound too. However, seeing Anu lazily cleaning the bedroom, despite it being past 10 am, I realized it was a Saturday. On Saturdays she usually went late to office. I was a trifle disappointed as she wouldn't be taking her bath anytime soon. She had a broom in her hand and she was cleaning the bedroom. "Gopal, idhar aao" My wife called out for our servant. (Gopal come here) I was delighted to hear that this time the audio was very clear. "Aaya memsaab" came the distant reply. (Coming memsaab) In a short moment, Gopal appeared in the room "Gopal, tum us chair par chardke, upar waale cupboard se woh kitaabein neeche le aao" My wife told her "bahut dhool jam gaya hai" (Gopal, bring climb onto the chair and bring down those books from the upper cupboard. Lot of dust has collected on them) "Accha memsaab" Gopal replied and climbed onto the chair. He reached out for a set of books, but my wife stopped him. "Arey woh nahi, ukso rehne do" my wife instructed him "woh bagal waale kitab" (Not those books, but the ones next to them) Gopal fumbled with the books, as there were a lot of different piles of books and magazines in the loft. He started pulling out a pile of magazines. "Arey Gopal, magazines ko choro, uske bagal waale kitaab" my wife said in an irritated tone (Gopal, leave the magazines, bring down the books besides the magazines) "Woh hare or lal rang ke jo kitaab ...." Anu stopped short with her words and changed her plans. "Acha choro, Gopal tum neeche aa jao. Mein utaarti hoon" (Those books with red and green cover.. ok, forget it. You come down Gopal. I will bring down the books myself) Gopal climbed down and my wife took his place on the chair. "Chair ko theek se pakro" my wife ordered Gopal "hil raha hai" (Hold the chair properly. Its shaking) As Gopal held the chair tightly, my wife stretched up to reach for the books. Anu was wearing a violet nightie . It wasn't too short or skimpy, but as she was stretching upwards, her nighitie was getting pulled upto slightly above her knees and her ass was jutting out tightly against the fabric of the nighty. Her panty was clearly outlined against the nightie. Atleast that's what I thought , from what I saw. It could be an aberration of the camera, but I was almost sure it was her panty outline. As Anu tried reaching for the books, she didn't realise her ass was wriggling right in front of our servant's face. But ofcourse Gopal saw my wife's ass right in front of his face and it had an immediate effect on him. While he was holding the chair with one hand , he placed his free hand on his groin. I couldn't believe Gopal's guts. Anu was just a few feet away and she would freak out if she saw Gopal rubbing his groin. I was curious and anxious and my eyes were riveted on the webcam window. Even through the webcam window I could see Gopal had a hard on. Anu was trying hard to reach for more books and that was making the chair wobble. Before she could steady herself , she lost her balance and slipped backward. Gopal reacted instantly and blocked her fall with both his hands. It would have been a bad fall if Gopal hadn't help her up. My wife heaved a sigh of relief. "Thank you Gopal" she said still breathing hard. But within a fraction of second she realized Gopal's both hands were supporting her and were placed on her ass. This made her visibly embarrassed and she quickly got down the chair. "Gopal, tum zara try karna" She said in an authoritative voice trying to get over the awkward moment " main tired ho gayi hoon" Saying this she left the room, and Gopal climbed on the chair trying to finish the incomplete work. Once in a while Anu would come to the bedroom and then go back to the other rooms, while Gopal went on with his work of bringing down the books. To my dissapointment, she took her bath while Gopal was bringing down the books and only later even he must have realized the same. I could hear Anu call out for Gopal from the Kitchen.. He got down from the chair and did as instructed. The room was empty for a while and I couldn't see or hear anything, until I heard the main door being shut. Anu had left for office and needless to say I was disappointed. But I had other plans. I was really getting obsessed with the cam thing. On way home I bought a couple of long USB cables. The next day was Sunday. I could not really expect anything to happen while I was at home. Gopal was a well-behaved servant , and we had always considered ourselves lucky to have such an obedient, timid and an efficient servant at home. His present behaviour was a complete surprise to me. I could never in my wildest dreams imagine him to be like this. However to my surprise I was not feeling angry but instead the whole situation was turning me on. Though, if Anu got even an inkling, she would fire him from the job. God knows, even hand him to the police. She was perfectly capable of that. I wasn't expecting the weekdays to repeat itself on Sundays, but I had other plans ! I brought out the long USB cables from the packet and attached them. After joining them the length must have become atleast 10 metres . Then I took out the webcam and placed it in a small cardboard box and cut a small hole in one of its sides for the lense to stick out. Once in place, I taped the camera onto the box from inside, so that it wouldnt move or get displaced. Satisfied, I brought out my laptop and attached it to the webcam with the long cable. I connected the laptop to the net through the landline at home and tested the webcam. It worked. The test run was successful. Now it was time to put the webcamera in the right place and I waited for an opportune moment. As Anu entered the bathroom to take her shower I sent Gopal to go to the market to buy a magazine, just a pretext to have him out of the house. The door closed and I got into action. I went to the kitchen and started scanning for a proper place where I could keep the webcam, without it being noticed. The cupboard on top of the kitchen window seemed to be an ideal place, as I could easily take out the cable from the window, without it being conspicuous. I climbed onto a chair and placed the camera in a corner on top of the cupboard and surrounded it with boxes and bottles in an attempt to camaflouge the camera. And after pulling the cable out of the window, I moved to the drawing room. I stretched out and pulled in the other end of the cable. I was just hoping Anu wouldn't finish her bath before I was through with my work. I brought the cable upto the cabinet where the music system was kept and deftly slithered it through the hole meant for electrical wirings to enter the cabinet. I pulled into the cabinet as much of the cable I could and then attached it to the laptop. I did the same with the phone cable and placed the laptop inside the cabinet. My work was done ! I was feeling like a little boy, excited by his new toys. Anu finishes her bath in another few minutes and Gopal too returned with the magazine. I informed Anu that I needed the telephone cable to test my laptop, so it wont be working the whole day. She had her mobile so she didn't really feel a need for the landline. I was anxiously waiting for the day to get over. Monday did finally appear. Before leaving for my office I connected the laptop to the net and yahoo messenger. The kitchen and bedroom was now under the surveillance of my eyes. The first thing on reaching office was to connect my office PC to yahoo messenger. I was hoping the laptop, which was connected through landline wouldn't have disconnected by now. As Yahoo Messenger got connected I saw two of my own ID's online, one from my personal PC in the bedroom and the other from my laptop. Excited I sat down on the chair, keeping an eye on the monitor. I requested for cameras of the both the Ids to be connected. Two windows popped up, but only one connected, the other was dark. I was disappointed. I had to see the cams one by one. The bedroom was empty. I waited for a few minutes and then disconnected the bedroom cam and connected the one in the kitchen. Both Gopal and Anu were in the kitchen. Anu was wearing a nightie, which she usually wears at home. Though, I couldn't hear anything I could make out she was giving instructions to Gopal on how to cook a particular dish. Gopal was standing closeby and just nodding, obedient and silent as ever. In a few minutes, Anu left the kitchen. I hurriedly changed cams and connected the one in the bedroom. I preferred the cam in the bedroom as it had audio too, being a video camera. Anu opened one of the cupboards and took out few of her clothes. She was going for her bath and then would leave for her office. This was her daily routine. The room was empyy for around 10 minutes, until Anu again appeared in the bedroom after her bath. She was wearing the same wet nightie and her head was wrapped in a towel.. She took out the towel and further dried her hair with it. Her neatly ironed sari, petticoat , blouse and bra were kept on the bed. She stepped out of her nightie and was standing stark naked in the room . I could clearly see her in the cam., though needless to say, I have seen her naked a few thousand times before this ! She picked up her black panty and wore it, followed by the petticoat and the black bra. As she was wearing her blouse I could see in the cam window, a slight movement at the other end of the room. The door had opened slightly. Maybe Anu hadn't shut the door tightly and it was moving in the breeze. But on a closer look I noticed some movement behind the door. As I realized what was happening, my dick stood up in arousal. Gopal was peeping from behind the door and looking at my wife changing. I could never imagine Gopal would become so bold. My wife was oblivious to Gopal's gaze as she straightened the dark coloured blouse over her upper arms. She stepped in front of the mirror as started to wrap the sari around her. She seemed satisfied the way the pleats of the sari was falling into place, when suddenly a very alarmed look swept across her face. She turned around and hurriedly threw one end of the sari over her shoulder as she almost ran towards the door . With a jerk she pulled open the door and saw Gopal standing behind it. My heartbeat raced nervously at the new turn of events. Gopal hadn't taken into account that his reflection could be seen on the mirror, and was about to pay a price for it. "Gopal, yahan kya kar rahe ho" My wife asked him loudly and angrily, suspecting that Gopal might have been peeping. ("Gopal what are you doing here ? ") "memsaab, main kuch nahi kar raha tha" Gopal replied shakily "Main bas aapse poochne .." ("Mam I was not doing anything, just wanted to ask ..") But before Gopal could complete his sentence, my wife flew into a rage as her eyes fell on his unzipped trousers. "Get outl" my wife screamed at him at the top of her voice. I had never seen her so angry. I don't know how much of the english Gopal understood, but he definitely new he was in a very tight spot. He hung his head low. He knew my wife had clearly realized what he was upto. "Tumahari yeh himmat, abhi, issi waqt ghar se nikal jao" She shouted as she angrily pointed her hand towards the main door. ( "you dare do this, get out of the house at this very moment") "memsaab maaf kar dijiye, main kuch nahin kar raha tha" Gopal tried to defend himself ("Mam please forgive, I wasn't doing anything") His denial angered my wife even more. "aur ek shabd nahi" She said almost shaking in anger "baadme aake saab se apna piase le lena" ("not one more word. And come later and take your dues from master (i.e. me)" ) "memsaab, aise mat kijiye" He pleaded (Mam please don't do like this) But the more he spoke, the more it seemed to infuriate my wife. "Haan, mujhe aisa nahi karna chahiye" She said with sarcasm "tumahre jaise badmash ko chorna nahi chahiye, police ko hand over karna chahiye" (Yes, I should not do like this. A ruffian like you shouldn't be let off, you should be handed over to the police) I was not sure whether she meant to really implement her threats. If need ever arose, she was the kind to leave that to me. But I guess she was too angry to wait for me to return. "Abhi call karti hoon police ko" She said as she walked upto the phone. ("I'll call the police now") Gopal was panic-stricken. "Memsaab meri zindagi barbaad mat kijiye" he pleaded again in trembling voice. ("Mam please don't ruin my life") But my wife had made up her mind and walked upto the phone. Gopal followed her, and started pleading again "Memsaab, mujhe ek mauka dijiye. Aapko galat faimi ho rahi hai. Maine kuch nahi kiya. Police ko mat call kijiye" ("Mam, give me one chance. You are mistaken, I have done nothing wrong. Don't call the police") She didn't care what he was saying, as he kept repeating himself "Memsaab maine koi chori ya aisa koi galti nahi ki hai , ki aap police bulaa rahin hain" ("mam, I have not committed any theft or such a wrong deed that you are calling the police) "Galti, nahi ki hai ?" She repeated mockingly " haan galti humne ki hai tumhare jaise badmaash ko ghar main rakhke" ("You have not done anything wrong ?? Yes, its we who have done wrong , by keeping a ruffian like you at home") Saying this she reached out with her hand to pick up the receiver. But before she could do so, Gopal held onto the phone. "Memsaab, aap aisa nahi kar sakti, aap bina baat mera zindagi barabad kar rahi hain" He said imploringly and in a trembling voice. Fear of the future, was writ large on his face ("Mam, you cant do this. Without a reason you are going to ruin my life") But hearing him repeatedly deny his misdeed, and seeing him holding onto the receiver, further enraged Anu. "Naukar hoke tumhari yeh himmat" She was boiling with anger. "Phone neeche rakho" ("Being a servant you have such guts. Keep the phone down immediately" ) Gopal did as ordered. My wife started dialing a number, most likely to the nearby police station. I didn't know what she was going to complain. Gopal kept staring for a second or two and then on an impulse, he lunged forward and snatched the phone away from my wife's hands. My wife had a look of disbelief on her face at what Gopal had done. She seemed so angry that she couldn't even speak and slapped Gopal on his face. The slap shocked Gopal. He put his hand on the cheek where he got slapped. I was a mute spectator to the proceedings in my own house. I was riveted to the cam window. It was almost like watching a movie, only that it was happening in real and my wife was involved in it.. "Tumhe dus saal ke liye jail bhijwaoongi" my wife screamed."Abhi ghar se nikal jao" (I will get you imprisoned for ten years. Right now, you get out of the house) Gopal didn't react to her words, but just stood there. He wasn't pleading or imploring anymore, but stood there silently holding his cheek. "Bola na, abhi nikal jao, yahan khade kya ho" My wife repeated again, but this time a bit shakily, rather than angrily. I could sense fear in her voice. I was not able to see Gopal's face, but she could. ("I told you to get out of the house. What are you standing here for ?") Gopal still didn't react and stood silently. And then suddenly he pulled hard at the phone bringing the phone wires off the wall. He pulled a few more times and the wire snapped. This brought out a scream from my wife - a scream of fear. But not for long as Gopal jumped towards her and covered her mouth. My wife's muffled sounds were coming through his hands as she struggled to set herself free from his grip. Seeing this turn of events, I was suddenly afraid. I had never ever felt threatened by Gopal, but now I was very concerned about my wife's well being. Anu was violently moving sideways, trying to free herself. By now our servant had gripped her with both his hands. Though he wasn't big made, he was clearly much stronger than my wife. I was contemplating calling the police myself, when I noticed that in the tussle, my wife's loosely worn sari had slipped down from her shoulder, exposing her blouse.. And it didn't escape Gopal's notice either. Though I couldn't see his face, as his back was facing me by now, I could see his head had dropped lower as if looking at my wife's bosom. Taking advantage of Gopal's momentarily loosened grip, Anu tried to scream for help but was silenced by a slap from Gopal. I was in a state of confusion. On one hand, my wife's exposed blouse in front of our servant was turning me on, but on the other hand his audacity to hurt my wife was making my bl**d boil with anger. If I were there, I would have surely thrashed Gopal. I was considering whether I should rush home or call the police. Tears were rolling down my wife's cheeks as the slap had subdued my wife's scream to a whimper. "Tum.. tum chale jao, main pp..police ko nahi boloongi. Koi complaint nai karoongi. Bas abhi tum chale jao, mujhe tang mat karo" Anu pleaded with him ("Please go away. I wont call the police or make any complaint. Just dont harrass me now") My wife was so helpless and I was feeling the same. "Let me lay my hands on Gopal and I will kill him for sure" I thought angrily. "Ek thapad diya to seedhi ho gayi hai na , saali randi" Gopal barked ("You have straightened after the slap, you whore") "Gopal, tumhe achanak kya ho gaya hai" my wife said "Please abhi chale jao. Main haath jorti hoon" ("Gopal, whats suddenly happened to you. I am telling you with folded hands to go away") Experiencing an authorative and superior position for the first time, Gopal seemed to be enjoying it . He placed his hands on my wife's blouse covered breasts, which instantly Anu pushed it away and began to scream for help. "Bachao..ba. ." But before she could finish her cries for help, a hard slap threw her against the wall. "Saali randi, chilayegee to galaa kaat doonga" Gopal warned menacingly. ("You whore, if you scream I will slit your throat") I could never imagine the usually soft spoken Gopal could turn out to be so dangerous and intimidating. Her body seemed to going weak with fear, as she began to slump against the wall. She was trying to stick close to it, as if wanting to merge with the wall and not be seen. Gopal took a step forward towards my wife and held her by her hair. My wife's grimaced with pain and she tried to unsuccessfully pull her hair away from his grip. He began to drag my wife with her hair, as extreme pain was visible on her awkwardly bent face. After pulling her close to the bed , Gopal pushed her onto it with a strong shove. My wife fell on the bed hard on her back. "Gopal , kya kar rahe ho ?" My wife asked very alarmed sensing his intentions." Tum paagal ho gaye ho kya" ("Gopal, what are you doing? Have you gone mad?") Till now my wife was thinking that Gopal was furious and wanted to hit her and didn't imagine that he would try anything more. She couldn't imagine that the Gopal would ever try to **** her, but the reality was dawning on her now. Anu began to widly lash out with her legs and hands. "Choro mujhe, Choro mujhe" my wife kept screaming and she tried to kick him. ("Leave me, leave me") Unable to control her, Gopal hit her with a flurry of hard slaps. Even I winced at the ferocity of the slaps. It must have pained her a lot . But somehow I was frozen and glued to the cam, neither able to rush home, nor call the police. But I was surprised to see my wife was still not giving up and was putting up a strong fight . However, it only invited even more harder slaps from Gopal, almost like punches. The f***e of the slaps felled her to the bed, crying and whimpering. "Please, Gopal, Pleease Gopal, chordo mujhe, chordo mujhe" My wife pleaded amid her sobs, as she lay collapsed on her back on the bed. ("Please Gopal, please leave me") "Kuch kiya to sahab (that's me) tumhe nahin chorenge" My wife added her own bit of threat as she struggled to raise herself off the bed. ("If you do anything , my husband will not spare you") But her pleas and threats fell on deaf ears. Gopal was like a man possessed. I could see madness and lust in his eyes. Before my wife could lift herself off the bed, Gopal climbed onto the bed and and on top of my wife, with his legs on either side of my wife's thighs. Seeing Gopal get closer to implementing his evil intentions, she again began to fight back with all her strength. This time she slapped him on his face and then tried to hurt his groin with her knees. But it didn't have much of an impact on Gopal except angering him further. And I almost predicted his reaction - hard slaps and punches. Though hurt and and in pain, my wife kept throwing punches at Gopal, very well knowing it would be inviting violent retaliation. I was amazed to see her courage and will to fight. But Gopal was in no mood to give in either. He used all his f***e to pin her legs and hands down to the bed. Unable to move, Anu began to wildy lash her head to and fro, making Gopal's progress difficult. He left her hands free for a moment and punched her hard across the face. I am sure that kind of f***e would have knocked me out too. For Gopal, it seemed to have the desired effect, as for a few seconds my wife appeared to have been stunned into silence. She was unable to even move, let alone resist. I could see bl**d trickling down my wife's chin from her lips. The sight made me feel very guilty - that I was just watching it all happen and did nothing. But as I said , I was frozen and glued to the camera window. Anu kept sobbing as Gopal leered at her lustfully. With one swift violent move of his hand he tore away her blouse exposing her white bra. The sudden jerk made my wife cry out loudly while trying to hold on to the torn blouse. By now, Gopal was sitting on my wife's pelvic region and had her well bound under him. With both her hands , she was covering her chest and holding the shreds of the blouse. Gopal tried hard but could not manage to push away her hands. He slapped her a few times . I could even hear the ringing sounds of the slaps. She still didn't let go and Gopal went on hitting her. Each slap brought out loud spasmic cries of pain from my wife. The exhaustion and pain made my wife's hands go limp as Gopal snatched away the blouse. My wife's body again jerked up in pain, as he tried to tear away the bra too, without unhooking it. "Pleaase no, please noooo" my wife managed a weak plea amid her constant crying. My wife was lying on the bed with ample areas of her waist, stomach and chest exposed, to the gaze of our servant, except the bra covering her breasts. So eager was Gopal's to get a feel my wife's breasts, that even without taking off her bra he started pressing them. He would have been pressing quite rough and hard, as more sounds of pain escaped my wife's mouth. This was the first direct assault on my wife's body, which she had so far so carefully protected from the gaze, let alone touch of any other person but me. She was known in her f****y and professional circle as a very dignified and reserved person.. Anu couldn't bear the feel of another man touching her like that and she tried to push away his hand from her body, but not with much success. And Gopal seemed to be enjoying Anu's resistance and discomfort. He had a devlish smile as he kept pressing her breasts. Helpless, my wife's sobs turned into loud tearful crying. This seemed to increase Gopal's pleasure. He brought his face down to my wife's bra covered breasts and started sucking one of the breasts through the fabric of the bra itself . My wife tried pushing his head away, but instead Gopal without raising his face from her breasts, pushed her face away with his left hand and kept it pressed against the bed. Then with a deft movement of his right hand he unhooked her bra and pulled it away. Now my wife's entire upper body, including her ample fair breasts, was bare naked below Gopal. He quickly removed his own shirt too and placed his entire weight on her body . His bare chest rested on my wife's semi-naked body crushing her breasts with his body weight. My wife tried to desperately wriggle away, but Gopal was too strong for her. He started rubbing his chest in circular motion on my wife's upper body. The look on my wife's face was one of complete revulsion, hate and helplessness. She kept trying to push him off and even punched his back with her hands, but it didn't seem to make any impact on him. She was crying relentlessly. Gopal dragged himself a little lower and took one of my wife's nipple in his mouth. This made my wife pull Gopal away holding his hair. It must have hurt him this time as he winced in pain and sat upright. He was glaring angrily at her. "Sali, kutiya , sali randi" Gopal abused my wife as he slapped her hard on her face. The impact made my wife's face swing away to the opposite side. Angrily he tugged at the the rest of her clothes . My wife held his hands as he was trying to remove her sari. "Gopal, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo" my wife pleaded "please, aisa mat karo. Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo" ("Gopal, I beg you, please leave. Don't do this . Don't spoil my life") Gopal was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Gopal pushed away my wife's hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Gopal tried hard but she wouldn't. Irritated, he slapped my wife hard again. The impact of the slap made her loosen her grip on her sari. The slap was hard and she was in a temporary daze. Gopal took advantage of the moment, and pulled her sari down leaving her only in her petticoat. I have to admit that my wife looked very sexy and sumptuous lying like that on the bed. Hurriedly, Gopal tried to pull away her petticoat too, but by then my wife was again resisting our servant's attempts to strip her. "Pleeeeaseeeeee Noooo" My wife begged in vain to Gopal "Haath hataa kutiya, aaj main tujhe apna randi banaoonga" ordered Gopal. ("Remove your hands bitch, I will make you my whore today") "Nooo Noooooo.." Anu's pleas were drowned by the ringing sounds of another slap. And another. He slapped her two-three times contiuously, leaving my wife shocked, unable to speak, only shaking spasmodically in jerky sobs. She was crying non-stop all through the ordeal. Despite my curiousity, I was feeling terribly angry with Gopal for handling her so brutally. Very roughly, Gopal pulled out the petticoat through her legs and feet. The sight of seeing Anu's naked smooth fair body, only clad in a panty, seemed to suddenly drive Gopal crazy. He dropped his pants and underwear in a record speed. By the time my wife realized, he was standing in front of the bed totally naked. Anu tried to get up, but he instantly pushed her back on the bed f***efully, and literally jumped on her. She was buried under him. I couldn't see her properly, but could hear her muffled crying. I could see Gopal's right hand move lower down to his pelvic region. He was gyrating his groin on top of my wife's and with the help of his hand he pulled her panty down to her knees and with his leg he pushed it further down to her ankle. My wife was absolutely helpless and unseen under Gopal's body. With a final flick of his toes, Gopal pushed her panty away from her feet onto the bed. Now both Gopal and my wife were stark naked, bodies crushed against each other, and the only sounds heard were of my wife crying. Anu's hands were trying to push him away from top of her, but he was much heavier and stronger for her delicate hands. With a sense of urgency, Gopal parted my wife's legs with his legs and then arched his pelvic upward, as if to position himself correctly. He lifted the middle of his body in the air and at that moment I saw penis. I was shocked.. It was massive - much bigger than mine, though whole body size wise he was smaller than me. But I was more shocked when I realized he was preparing to enter my wife. Normally during our lovemaking we have a lot of foreplay and that lubricates my wife's vagina. But I was sure my wife's vagina must be dry now and will hurt badly, if Gopal tries to enter her unlubricated with his massive penis. While pinning down my wife's hands with his hands, Gopal lowered his pelvic region back onto her, until his penis was right in front my wife's vagina. My wife was going on crying fitfully and pleading with a muffled voice. I could sense she had become very weak physically with all the struggle and resistance. Suddenly with a heavy powerful push Gopal entered my wife, making her scream out in extreme pain. My wife was almost delirious with pain. She was alternating between loud screams of agony and muffled incoherent pleas, as Gopal continued to push deeper into Anu's vagina. Tears were trickling down her cheek. I was feeling very sorry for her. I was wondering whether after witnessing the torture of my wife like a mute spectator, would I be able to forgive myself ? Gopal was merciless and ruthless, as he thrust his cock hard into my wife's vagina. But it was refusing to go in easily, compelling Gopal to use all his brute f***e. And each thrust brought out heart wrenching screams from my wife. Gopal didn't seem to bother much about Anu's pain rather he was busy satisfying his a****lish lust. When he finally penetrated my wife's vagina completely, he pulled it out with equal ferocity making my wife gasp. And without a second's rest he thrust his cock right back into her vagina - with even greater speed and f***e. Anu screamed in pain. It was too late for me to leave for home or call the police. And anyway calling the police when the deed has been done would serve no purpose but only cause more embarrassment. I kept watching. Slowly, the speed and frequency of entering and withdrawing his cock from my wife's vagina kept increasing, like the piston of a steam engine. My wife's body too was moving up and down the bed with each thrust of his cock. Though her eyes were closed , tears were still trickling down from them. She was tighly holding the blanket on the bed with a clenched fist as she kept crying and groaning in pain. Gopal's face was moving up and down over Anu's face, as his cock went in and out of her. My wife clinched her fist even tighter as Gopal kept violently ravaging my wife. I was just hoping she wouldn't faint or anything like that, as for a long time she hadn't opened her eyes. Her painful groans and pleas were getting more and more muffled whereas Gopal was getting more and more loud and vocal "Ahhh..uhhhh. .oooohhh. .ahhhh..uhhh. .mmm" Gopal was huffing and puffing as his body movement got into a rhythm "ahhh, ohhh, Kya choot hai teri, meri randi" he panted out lewdly "kya chudti hai tu....ooohhhhh" ("What a pussy you have. How nicely you fuck !") "ahhhh..Mazaa aa raha hai naa ab saali ?... aaahhhh" he asked my wife, who was in no position to reply and just kept her eyes closed. (" arent you now enjoying it, bitch?" ) "mmmmm...abey saali bol, mazaa aa raha hai na ?" he went on "ohhhhh....teri choot ras se kitna bheeg gaya hai" ("c'mon bitch tell me , arent you enjoying it? You pussy is so wet now !") I couldn't believe my ears. No way my wife could be getting wet by this brute's fucking. He surely must be just going on an imaginative vicarious trip to satisfy himself. Not getting a reply, Gopal started pumping his cock even harder, bringing out groans from my wife. Gopal smiled . "Accha lag raha hai na ?" Gopal asked in between his heavy breaths. ("arent you liking it ?") Gopal just wouldn't give up. He was mistaking my wife's groans of pain, as signs of pleasure. Still getting no reply, Gopal completely withdrew his cock out of her. My wife gasped as Gopal's massive cock completely moved out of her body. But then something which caught my eye, surprised me. As Gopal's cock moved out, Anu's pelvic region arched upwards trying to not let go off his cock !! Atleast it seemed so. Bu, It couldn't be, I thought. My eyes and Gopal's words must be playing tricks on me. I watched on. Then Gopal placed the tip of his cock back on the entrance of my wife's pussy, but instead of entering it he stayed still and waited. But he didn't have to wait for long, as within a fraction of a second, my wife's pussy as a reflex action, seemed to push itself upwards towards Gopal's cock and taking a bit of it inside. Gopal looked very pleased at what happened, but I was shocked. I couldn't believe it. Was my wife's body out of her control, was it reacting on its own to Gopal's cock ? As I was thinking I saw Gopal push the rest of his cock into my wife's pussy with a single powerful thrust. In an instant his cock completely disappeared into my wife's pussy, bring out a loud moan from her. I was dumbfounded by what I saw. As Gopal increased his pace, Anu's moans also got louder and more frequent. "ahhhhhh,..ohhhhhhh hh..ahhhhh. .ohhhhh" my wife kept rambling "Mera lund kaise lag raha hai ?" Gopal asked with a wicked smile ("You liking my cock ?" ) I was sure she couldn't be enjoying such a big cock. It must be tearing her vagina. Gopal is just imagining things in his mind. And moreover, Anu was never comfortable with even a bit of dirty talking, let alone the filthly lewd language of this illiterate brute. But when I saw my wife's pelvic region going up and down to meet each thrust of Gopal's cock I was unsure. She wasn't lying still the way she was a few minutes before, but now her body was moving, in rhythm with Gopal's. Maybe its just the reflex action of her body, I reasoned. I was sure, her mind must be hating it. She must be repulsed by this b**st on top of her. Anu was holding the blanket very tightly in her fist by now, almost crushing it. "Memsaab, aankh kholo" Gopal urged my wife.. ("Madam, open your eyes") My wife was surprised he used the word `memsaab" again and she opened her eyes. Gopal's face was right on top of her, just a few inches separated them. Moment her eyes were fully open, Gopal began to thrust his cock harder and faster into her pussy brining out gasps and moans from her. She begin to close her eys perhaps not comfortable meeting our servant's gaze. "Aankh mat band karo, memsaab" Gopal instructed as he pushed hard into her. ("don't close your eyes's madam) I was surprised again when she heeded Gopal's instruction and kept her eyes open. Gopal was looking straight into her eyes, but she was avoiding his direct stare. "ohhhhhh...memsaab. ..ahhhhhh" Gopal gurgled as he thrust hard. He kept calling out to my wife as "memsaab" and would thrust hard each time he called her so. It became a pattern. Gopal seemed to be enjoying calling my wife so, while fucking her, but astonishingly, it seemed to effect my wife too. Everytime he called her so, Anu would look at him directly into his eyes. After a point she didn't take her eyes away at all. As my wife and our servant fucked, they kept staring into each other's eyes. She had a glazed look, and everytime she groaned her mouth would open into an "O" shape. I must confess, seeing her like that was giving me a raging hard on. Seeing my wife like that, Gopal too got very keyed up. He pulled himself back a bit and raised my wife's legs on either side of his shoulders.. He started ramming his cock into her pussy as fast as he could, while holding her leg up, pointing towards the ceiling. This new position made my wife squirm and wriggle. Unable to assimilate the new sensations she bit her lips and wound her legs across Gopal's neck. She was groaning loudly and by now I was certain those were sounds of pleasure, not pain. I should have felt jealous and angry at seeing my wife enjoying sex with another man , that too with our servant, but instead, I was aroused like hell. I had to masturbate ! Making sure that the door to my chamber was locked, I took out my cock and began to jerk off. By now Gopal had again lowered himself, but didn't reduce the speed or f***e of his thrusts. My wife was by now out of control of her senses and shamelessly moaned with pleasure, looking into our servant's eyes. "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh memsaab" Gopal moaned "memsaaaaaaab" ("ohhhhhhhh madam") "ohhhhhh..haaaaaan. .gopal" my wife responded as she placed both her arms on his shoulders. ("yesssssss Gopal") This was her first words and response to Gopal. My cock stirred and throbbed seeing this sexual union, seeing my wife in the throes of pleasure. "ohhhhhhhh.. memsaab , mera lund se chudna achcha lag raha hai ?" Gopal asked ("madam you like to get fucked by my cock ?") "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ....haaaaan. ." my wife replied in between her heavy moaning and panting ("ohhhhhhhhh yesssss") The depraved conversation was making precum ooze from my cock "ohhhhhhhhhhhh. ...mmmmmmmm memsaab mera ras nikalne wala hai" Gopal announced ("ohhh madam, my semen is about to come out") "ahhhhhhhh cum in me" Anu replied in English which Gopal most likely wouldn't have understood , however I did ! How come my wife was allowing Gopal to cum inside her womb ?? She was not protected ! Strange are the ways of lust. Her permission for Gopal to cum inside her brought me to the brink of my own orgasm !! "main chod raha hoon tumhe memsaab" Gopal stated the fact to heighten his arousal, and without realizing even my wife's. (I am fucking you madam !") "Haaannnn... fuck me Gopal" Anu replied again in English "tum meri randi ho, memsaab ?" Gopal asked my wife ("madam are you my whore?") "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ..haan, Gopal" my wife replied in the affirmative as her own breathing quickened. I could see Anu too was approaching an orgasm. ("ohhhhh yess, Gopal") "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh h mera ras nikal raha haiii..mmmmmm .. tere choot ke andar..ahhhhhhhhhhh " Gopal announced his orgasm and held my wife tightly. (" my semen is flowing out into you") Anu began to shudder too. Gopal realized he had brought my wife to an orgasm. Very pleased he put his lips on my wife's and began to kiss her. My wife responded enthusiastically and they both began to kiss, lick , suck, almost devour each other lips, mouths and tongues. Their bodies were intertwined , his cock inside my wife's pussy and lips locked tightly. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen. Even I began to ejaculate cum all over my office table. Both their orgasms went on and on as they just wouldn't stop kissing . But eventually their never ending orgasms came to an end too. Gopal just lay still on my wife for a while and then rolled off. I could see Gopal's semen leaking out of my wife's pussy. Gopal spoke first. "Kya mast choot hai tera" Gopal said in his typical crass language,with a naughty smile "mazaa aa gaya" ("What sexy pussy you have. I really enjoyed") Anu didn't say anything, but just covered her naked body with a blanket. "Abhi kya sharmati hai?" Gopal said with a laugh " maine sab dekha bhi ,aur chakha bhi" ("now why are you shy ? I have seen everything and tasted everything") My wife didn't reply to this either and lay silently covered under the blanket. I was surprised again. She had suddenly changed after her orgasm. Now she didn't seem to be liking his crass language anymore. "Kya hua memsaab ?" Gopal asked as he removed her blanket ("What happened madam?") Anu tried to hold on to the blanket but she was too late. Once the blanket was removed I could see, my wife lay cuddled up in a foetal position. And I could hear some sniffling sounds. My wife was crying ! "Ro rahi hai ?!" Gopal exclaimed. ("you are crying ?") And then he laughed. "Maine yeh kya kiya ?" lamented my wife in tears ("Oh, what have I done ?") "Maloom nahin kya ?" Gopal said mockingly "tunhe apne nauker se chudwai !" ("You don't know what you did ?!! You got yourself fucked by your servant !") "mukhe akela chor do" my wife said ("Leave me alone, please") Gopal laughed again. "pehele to randi jaise chudwai , ab sati savitri banti hai!" ("First you fuck like a whore, now you behave like a saint!") "Abi jaa raha hoon memsaab, khaanaa banane fir aa jaoonge" Gopal said authoritatively ("I am going now, madam,. but I will be back to cook food") "Gopal ....err hmm....tum naya naukri dhoond sakte ho? My wife asked "abhi jo hua, uske baad tumhara yahan kaam karna, mujhe theek nahi lagega" ("Gopal can you look for a new job? After what happened now, it will be awkward for me if you continue to work here") "Sonch lo, shayad aapko mera lund baadme jaroorat parh jaaye" Gopal laughed mockingly ("you think it over. Maybe you might require my cock later!") "Theek se baat karo. Jo hua, so hua, magar iska matlab yeh nahi hai ki tum mera saath aise baat kar sakte ho" Anu reprimanded him ("Speak properly to me. Just because what happened now, doesn't mean you can talk in such language with me") "hmmm...chalta hoon memsaab" Gopal said and left . ("hmmm..ok madam, I am leaving now") As she heard the door shut behind Gopal, she was left alone with her thoughts. Slowly it the happenings of the day began to sink into her. She couldn't believe she let is happen. Not just the ****, but that she enjoyed it. Tear drops again rolled down her cheek as she blankly stared at the wall. After a while she got up to take a bath, to cleanse herself from the memories of her depraved act.

Hot Summer Nights SeXStoRY

After I turned 18 this past summer I went to my first 18+ night at a gay bar on Saturday. No alcohol for those between 18 & 21. I was dressed in a grey jumper, with a white top, black lace panties and bra. I had thigh high black nylons & knee high black boots, with a shoulder length brunette wig and make-up. I looked pretty sexy if I must say myself. I ordered a Red Bull and sat off in a dark corner to people watch as this was my first time in a bar. After a while a couple of middle aged men came over and started talking to me. They were complimenting me on how sexy I was. My drink was empty so one of them offered to get me a refill. For those under 21, our drinks are in red solo cups, over 21 in glasses. He came back with three glasses and poured one into my cup. It was Red Bull with vodka in it and I think it was a double as it burned. We continued chatting and I had three more drinks and was feeling it. They asked if I wanted to go out and get high and I said yes. I got in their minivan and we drove out of downtown and found a place along the river to park. We all got into the back and smoked some weed. One put the joint into his mouth backwards and started to blow the smoke into my mouth, getting closer until our lips touched & I took it from his lips. I turned it around and gave the other guy a shotgun until our lips touched and he took it from my mouth. After finishing the joint, they started to run their hands over me, kissing me deeply. One hand ran under my jumper and felt my panties and my bulge. He started to rub it until it was hard. He told me to remove my panties so he could see my cock. They both laughed a little as it was only 5½“and they unzipped their pants and pulled out their cocks both of which were 8” or better. They asked if I wanted their two cocks and many more, my eyes light up as I said yes. They told me to put my panties in my purse as they got dressed. They rolled a couple more joints and we left the van and walked over to some stairs that went down to the river. When we got to the river flat there was a trail to follow. We came to an open area surround by trees with bushes here and there with several men walking around, some jacking off, some sucking or being sucked. We found an area and the guys pulled down their pants, one in front of me the other behind me, he lifted my jumper up and told me to bend over and suck his friends cock. I could feel him lubing my boy pussy for his cock. One of them offered me some poppers and it made me very light headed but also hornier. I started sucking his cock like I hadn’t had one in years and was starved for it. His friend in the meantime had got his cock all the way inside of me was fucking me hard with his hands on my hips. It didn’t take more than a few minutes for the guy I was sucking to cum in my mouth, after I swallowed it all, he gave me some more poppers and I had noticed a few men had come over to watch and participate. I had another cock in my mouth to suck while still being fucked. He finally cam in my ass about the time the second cock filled my mouth with his hot juicy seed. I was told to take off my jumper and top, which I did and I stood there in the middle of a group of men in just my bra, stocking and boots. Everyone’s cock was out as the three of us smoked another joint. When I was done, I had another hit of poppers and got down on my knees to start sucking and jerking all these hard horny men, I must have been at it for over an hour as my jaw was getting sore. There were still 3 men left so I stood up and turned around so they could take turns fucking my ass. By the time they were all done the sky was starting to get lighter. I got dressed and we went back to the van, smoked the last joint and I jacked off and swallowed my own cum. The guys said I should come to the bar every Saturday and they would take me down here again, so every Saturday in August and September I was getting my fill and satisfying a lot of men. Now what to do for the winter?

The Truckstop SeXStoRY

The Truckstop, Intro A few years ago my wife and I were talking about our sexual fantasies and she mentioned that she wanted us to have sex in public. I'm crazy about my wife and would do anything for her, so the fact that exhibitionism had never excited me didn't matter - I made up my mind right then and there to do everything I could do to help her fulfill her fantasy. I asked her to tell me more about what she wanted and she explained that she didn't actually want to be caught or watched, but liked the thrill of the chance of being discovered. We started slowly, we made love in a tent in our back yard once, late at night. Then we made love in her car while parked in the woods and we almost did get caught when another car pulled in the same old abaondoned two-track. The driver obviously saw our car, but I don't think whoever it was actually saw us in the back seat. But neither of these had really done much for her, so I decided to try again about a month ago. We occasionally play little games with each other to build the sexual tension, we may send each other naked pictures from our phones or send sexual text messages to each other during the day. Sometimes we will make a "date" for a few days or a week later with the stipulation that we can't have any sexual contact until then. So my plan included a bit of that, some toys and a printed picture of her smokin' hot ass. We have a large collection of "action shots" that we've taken of each other over the past couple of years and my plan included my all-time favorite picture of her on all fours. I told her part of the plan beforehand, that we were going to have a nice dinner and then have sex in my truck in the parking lot of the local mall. But there were big parts of the plan that she knew nothing about. The day of our date, we sexted all afternoon and by 5PM, we were both really turned on. It's kind of amazing we didn't just fuck when I got home and be done with it. But we stayed strong, I was even able to resist when I saw that she had on a short skirt. I knew it was worth waiting though. One thing I hadn't told her was that she was going to "wear" a remote-control egg vibrator in her pussy. I wasn't sure how she would react to that, but when I told her and handed it to her, she smiled and said "Give me a minute." When she came back downstairs, we walked out to the truck and as she was climbing in, I hit the "on" button of the remote that I had in my pocket. She almost fell out of the open door of the truck, I promised her I wouldn't tease her again until later. I only gave her a few short shots on the way to the restaurant, but once we were seated and the waiter was taking our order, I really did give her a chance to concentrate on the meal. Next time we play this game, I may not be so accomodating. We took our time and enjoyed our meal, she had several margaritas, I had two glasses of wine. It had just begun to get dark out as we got up to leave. She said she needed the bathroom and I said I'd wait for her at the table, but as she walked off, I again hit the "on" button on the remote. I am the only person who noticed the slight hitch in her step as the vibrator woke up in her pussy. When she walked back to the table a few minutes later, I could see "the look" in her eyes and I knew that she was fully aroused and ready to play. As we walked to the truck, we stopped several times for PDA's. My dick was rock-hard and I know her pussy was wet and ready, she gets wetter than any woman I've ever known. I also knew there was zero chance of the vibrator falling out of her pussy. We've used that vibrator many times and it is a real chore to ge the thing out when we're done. Her pussy is amazingly tight, sometimes the head of my cock makes an audible "pop" when I put it in her. So no worries of her losing her little friend. We got in the truck and I began to slowly drive around the mall, which was closing, looking for the perfect spot - not too secluded, somewhere with cars driving past but not too close that anyone could see us in the truck. I finally found a spot under some trees along an access road at the rear of the mall. There was another car parked maybe 75 feet away. Cars would occasionally pass us. At first we were both nervous, but we soon got used to it. I had her get down on the floor of the front seat and I pulled down my pants, it was obvious what I wanted and she enthusiastically went along. My wife gives incredible head, she really enjoys it and knows what she is doing. I have never been crazy about blowjobs, the women I've been with in the past sucked at it, no pun intended. They didn't really like it and it was obvious. But my wife loves cock and can't get enough. Sometimes I can kind of lose control, the first time it happened I was afraid she would be mad at me afterwards, but just the opposite, she loved it and still says that is one of her favorite sexual memories, me humping her face as hard as I could and cumming down her throat, my cock jammed all the way in her mouth. So I thought I would give her another memory tonight, parked in public, with cars driving past and her on the floor of my truck, sucking my cock. Oh, and the vibrator in her pussy turned all the way to "High". Watching her head bobbing up and down on my shaft, in the dark, with the lights of the passing cars occasionally illuminating her, was really, really hot. I reached under my seat and pulled out the picture of her I had printed out. She looked up to see what I was doing, I showed it to her and said, "I wanted to be able to look at your pussy while you suck on my cock." I knew she liked that, because she began sucking harder and going faster. It wasn't long before I came, I pushed her head down all the way onto my cock, pushing it all the way down her throat, just the way she likes it. After I recovered, I told her to get back in the seat, that now it was her turn. I handed her the picture, laid her seat back and pulled up her skirt. I had her put her feet on the seat and pulled her underwear off, then dived into her hot, wet pussy. I had shaved her just the weekend before, so it was still pretty smooth. I could feel the vibrator in her and could tell she was not too far from an orgasm already. I loved that she was looking at her own picture and loved that she was now sitting up and could see the cars as they drove past us. It wasn't long before she came the first time, but I didn't stop licking her. Her second orgasm left her shuddering and shaking. I reached down and into the pocket of my jeans and turned off the vibrator. I kept licking her slit softly, I love her taste and can't get enough. I gave her a few minutes to recover, then helped her sit back up and pulled her skirt down. No underwear though and I didn't pull out the vibrator, although I left it off. We sat and kissed for a while, then just before we were ready to pull out and head for home, I took the picture, opened my door and dropped it on the floor. "What are you doing?" she yelped. I just smiled and put the truck into reverse and began to back up. Part of my plan to was to leave the picture there, then write a short story about who might find it and what they might do with it. But she yelled "Stop! No! You can't leave it there, get it!" She wasn't angry, just surprised and a bit shocked. I wasn't thinking straight myself, so I did as she asked. As we drove home, I told her what my plan had been and we talked about what might have happened if we had left it there. I could tell she actually liked the thought of a man finding it and jerking off to it and I was pissed at myself for chickening out. I began to formulate yet another plan. So later that weekend, I printed out a smaller copy of the picture on photo paper and put it in my jacket pocket. Monday morning, I wore that jacket to work and at lunch time, I drove to a nearby truck stop and went in. I went into the bathroom and stuck the picture under the edge of the toilet paper holder on the wall of the stall. Then I hightailed it back to work and wrote her a story about a truck drive who found a picture of a naked woman at a truck stop. I'll post that story here next, as Part II.

Fantasy with my girlfriend SeXStoRY

I am currently in a long distance relationship with my girlfriend. She is really hot, has cute boobs and ass. Since we are in a long distance relationship, to satisfy our sexual wants and desire, we have video sex. We do video call in skype and we often have sexy times together, probably about 5 days a week. For few months we just had normal video sex. She used to undress infront of me. She used to show me her cleavage, her hairy pussy at times and shaved pussy another time. She tells me sexy things. When I show her my cock, she moans and I thing im sure is that she is the sexiest girl ever. But later this normal routine became boring. I was afraid but I gradually told her that I want to have threesome with her. She was also excited about my choice. So after that we started having fantasies. I used to tell her that I and my friend is fucking you and she used to imagine and moan my friends name. That turns me on so much that i cant hold. She rubs her pussy, fingers her pussy and licks her fingers which is amazing. Her boobs have become much beautiful that before. When I ask her do u want my cock or my friends cock, she becomes horny and tell that she want my friends cock. She is really beautiful and sexy and I love her very much and im sure that fantasy is just for fun, we love each other and we wont betray each other.

American DV part 1 SeXStoRY

It's possible the we roped him into it. When I asked Tom about fucking my girlfriend, he had that look of hesitation in his eye. It certainly wasn't because he didn't want to fuck her. No, in retrospect, it was just a fleeting second of disbelief, when his eyes shot down and away. When he looked back up he knew I wasn't k**ding. "So, is that a yes?" I asked. "Yes", he nervously replied "Alright, here's the thing. She really wants to be double penetrated, so no chickening out or anything, ok?" I look for an answer before I continue, and he nods in the affirmative. "And… ok don't sketch dude but we're going to give her double vaginal. You cool with that?" He says nothing, but I launch into my spiel before he even has a chance to think– "She really likes it rough, and honestly man, she's still having a hard time reaching orgasm. I know it sounds silly but me and Lauren were talking about this the other day while we were fucking, and we both think- SHE thinks that having two guys in her pussy at the same time would be the best way to push her over the edge and give her the big O. No bullshit, man. I'm on a mission to make her cum, and I need your help. "Alright" he quietly responds, his eyes beginning to glaze. His nervousness evaporated, he was already starting to think with his dick. The thing with Lauren was, she really had hit a wall when trying to have her first orgasm. She was all around a very special case, and a prequel or two is probably needed to tell you how we even arrived at this point together. Without digressing too far, I should mention that I was the only guy she'd ever slept with up until that point, and she still hadn't had an orgasm. We'd been sl**ping together for about a year, and had done it close to a hundred times. I'd eat her pussy for hours, keep my dick hard and fuck her like a champ for just as long… it didn't matter. I trained her ass- she really fell in love with that. Same with fisting. This girl would get close to cumming, but ultimately, it seemed to be a matter of needing a bit more stimulation. Amazingly, she was an extremely petite girl. Lauren was 5'2", Asian, and 105 lbs. soaking wet. She had a beautiful little pussy with a somewhat pronounced and darker labia that stood out against her milk white complexion. Her little hole seemed tiny, but she could relax and allow herself to accept my fist without any complaints. I had already given her double vaginal with myself and a dildo, and though we both enjoyed that, I knew that having a second real dick way key to making this work. The dildo we had at the time was hard silicone, which I now know first hand isn't the most "forgiving" when used for a two-in-one. This might be obvious for the females, but it goes for us guys, too! Hard silicone stabbing into the underside of your shaft is just barely tolerable (but having a second piece of meat down there feels beyond great). Even still, we both found this to feel good enough to pursue. She really liked the dual thrusts along with being "stretched", which she had come to love along with being fisted. After I had explained to her my intentions for wanting to fuck her pussy along side my best friend, she understood that it was really about her, about making her cum, and that we both of us men truly wanted her body THAT BAD. I think that was evident by the fact that Tom was a bit hesitant, but still readily agreed to fuck her pussy with me in this double vaginal fashion. In other words, he wanted to fuck her so bad, that he would completely compromise himself and rub dicks with another guy just to do so. This turned her on so badly, and she knew it would giver her a sense of empowerment over two men that no other form of sex would ever approach. We were her two personal stunt cocks, ready to take on any task her little pussy could lust for. Because me and Tom were best friends, and he was single, it was easy enough to convince Lauren to let us go raw. She was on the pill anyway, and loved when I came inside of her. Lauren had already been at my apartment for a while when Tom arrived. We didn't waste anytime. I immediately commanded Tom to get naked, along with Lauren. As they did, so did I. I told her to make out with him, and she went to him, and did. After a few kisses, he pulled her down on to my bed and began feeling her breasts, and then her pussy. I reached down and grabbed one of her legs, and instinctively Tom did the same. We gently spread her , until her young hairy pussy was exposed. we sat there looking at slightly gaping cunt, with a glistening trail of pussy slime stretched across her outer gash. In a few seconds, both of out hands made out way down there, rubbing her clit and stretching her lips open. How beautiful a sight! We moved down, and began licking her pussy. I went first, and then after a minute or so urged Tom to do so as well. Soon, we were both licking her pussy at the same time, with Tom working his tongue into her hole, while I laid into her clit up top. She looked to be in bliss, but I knew that her orgasm was still a ways off. We continued like this for a while before I grabbed her by the hips and told her to flip over. I then told Tom to lie down on his back and get his dick ready. He did so, and squeezed the base of his dick, making it stand up rock hard. Lauren straddled him, and spread lewdly to and looked back over her shoulder, giving me a "come fuck me" look while Tom slapped his dick along the length of her cunt, just before aiming it in. I stopped for a moment and watched him pump his large dick into her, slowly raising his hips until it disappeared into my beautiful girlfriend. I stepped forward, and grabbed her ass with both hands, spreading it open and getting an even better view of Tom's insertion into her puss. It was right there, her aching hole asking for my dick to fill it to the brim. There was so much saliva and pussy juice mixed together, that we really didn't need lube at this point. I slowly eased my dick (which was rock hard) into the space right above Tom's dick. It was tight at first, so I went very slow. Tom had stopped moving while I put it in, and was about half way out. Once I eased the head in, I began to slowly pump. Now Tom was doing the same, both of us only fucking about halfway in and out. I could tell Lauren's pussy was still getting used to the extra girth. "How you doing baby?" I asked. "Good" she responded. "Keep fucking me". "How does it feel honey?" I inquired. "It hurts a little, but keep on fucking". She said. Tom looked up at me, with a tentative look, almost as if he thought to stop upon hearing that it was hurting her, but he wasn't familiar with her fascination for pain like I was. I looked back at him, and said "keep on fucking from the bottom b*o, but only halfway like we're doing". His dick didn't miss a beat. Her pussy was getting ever wetter, and it was only a matter of time until she would be taking it all from both of us. That doesn't even begin to describe what it felt like for me and Tom… Both of our cocks were rocks hard, and we could feel the soft, fleshy, uneven pressure of each other's shaft with every stroke, along with the "tight openness" of my girlfriend's talented vagina. Because we were only going halfway into her pussy, we were essentially rubbing glans on glans the whole time. Damn, did it take a lot of control to not cum immediately! Just the feeling of another soft, mushy dick-head squeezed and rubbing against your own cock-head inside of a hot, willing pussy… That would make most mortal men cum in less than a minute. Me and Tom are both experienced cocksmen, as it were, so rather than blow our loads right there, it only served to make us 100% erect. I could feel her vagina relax a bit more, and started to thrust deeper. "Oooohh, baby, give it to me deep. Both of you", Lauren began to moan. I took that as my cue, and began to go even deeper. Now, her gash was truly relaxed and open, taking on two hard 7" dicks in their fullest state. We were both literally balls deep in her, with our large scrotums hanging out together at the opening of her womanhood. We just stayed like that for a minute, pushed in to the hilt before we began to fuck again. We started slow and long, but Lauren had something else in mind. "Fuck it all the way in and out. You too Tom, fuck me fast. Grind my pussy and fuck hard against my clit." Tom started to fuck faster, and I just kept up with my own long, slow strokes. There was certainly something unique going on in her pussy now– one guy going hard and fast, while the other is going deep and slow. Two totally different fuck tempos in her pussy at the same time… and the sensation was mutual all around. I could feel her silky walls slowly grip every centimeter of the top of my dick, while the bottom was burning with fuck-pleasure as Tom thrust against me at light speed. I could see this was driving Lauren over the top, with my slow and deep reaching up inside her, while Toms fast-fuck banged away at her clit from inside and outside. As I fucked her from behind, I bent forward and spoke softly into her ear, "See baby, we love your pussy so much that we can't even wait our turn. I like when you take two, and I don't mind sharing you" I started going harder into her pussy, and soon we were both giving our all into her double-stuffed pussy, but now at a more even rate. Her little hole stayed naturally drenched the whole time, so I have no doubt she was enjoying every minute just as she said she did. As I looked down into her widened vagina, I found myself so excited by seeing her lips puff out and stretch around two shafts. We were so erect and we were opening her so wide, that to you could almost see deep into her pussy if you stared at the sides of our entry point. The underside of my dick was on fire with friction and ecstasy, and I knew Tom's dick felt the same. One look at Lauren would tell anyone that she was very close to orgasm. "Oooohhh god… That feels so good. I have two boys in my pussy and it feels so good. Two boys that want to fuck my pussy so good!" I was really loving it, hearing my normally shy little girlfriend talk so openly about having two dicks in her. Once we got a rhythm going, it was apparent that this was the sex I had been missing all along. It felt so right, and so natural to have my best friend in her along with me… fucking right along with me, all for my girlfriends special pleasure. I could see the lust and primal sexuality take her over. I wondered how many of our ancestors had sex like this, and how many women through history had discovered the secret of accepting two dicks into their vagina? I can only imagine how loved, fertile, and secure a woman could feel when connected to two men in the most intimate of ways. "Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck me hard baby." Her breathing changed to short, shallow breaths. Baby…. baby.. I'm coming." Lauren screamed, her body shuddering. She was now fucking back hard onto our thick double-shaft, and almost taking our dicks off in the process. She let out one last, long cry, before collapsing on Tom like a dead body. Almost motionless, except for still jiggling her ass against our dicks and moaning a low, soft, noise. She had just had the first orgasm of her 22 year old life.

How I brought out the inner Slut in Linda and turn SeXStoRY

I could feel her quiver beside me as her knees buckled just slightly. She grabbed my arm tightly, "Take me to your car and fuck me right now." "No" "God, you have me so turned on I just want to come. Please make me come." I smiled as I asked her, " Right here? In front of my friend Andre's house? " Leaning forward half whispered, "What if someone saw us? What if Andre opened the door and saw me fucking you right on his door step? That wouldn't be very lady like would it?" I was enjoying playing with my shiny new toy. The idea of being caught sent her closer to the edge. She reached for my cock, grasping it roughly through my jeans, "I'm not a lady, I'm your slut! Use me. Fuck me. Take me. I'll do whatever you want, just fuck me." With a supreme effort I gently pushed her away, rang the door bell and said, "Andre and I will both be fucking you soon." Her eyes opened just a bit as the clarity of reality came rushing foreword. She was going to be fucked by 2 men, used like a fuck toy, a slut. I could see her question if she really wanted it. This was the moment of truth. If she entered through the doorway she knew exactly what I expected. Would she turn away? The door was flung open and Andre's frame filled the doorway, his voice booming a greeting of hello. After a quick hand shake I turned to look at Linda, who know stood demurely to my side. "Andre, I'd like you to meet Linda. Linda, this is Andre." Like the true gentleman I make it my custom to hang around with he gently took her hand, "Linda it is a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you and I can tell you without a shadow of a doubt you are far more beautiful than I've been told. Come in. Please." He stepped aside and, without the slightest hesitation Linda crossed the door way into Andre's apartment literally and into her new life figuratively. Andre's apartment was a nice 1-bedroom place with the living room just off to the left of the doorway, a hall leading to the bedroom and bathroom directly ahead and the kitchen/dining area just to the right. The living room held a rectangular glass table sat low to ground, surrounded by a couch against the windowed wall that also held the doorway, 2 large leather seats, a large TV and an ottoman just off to the side. Andre plopped down into one of the large chairs. Linda sat in the chair directly across from him. Good girl. That left the couch to myself. The music from Andre's stereo added a smooth back drop to our conversation. We chit chatted for a bit. I was glad to see the two of them get along so well. I was also glad to see Andre's eyes continually divert down her body. Linda was doing a masterful job of crossing and uncrossing her legs. In fact, she was doing such a good job of teasing both of us it made me question if she had done this before. At a lull in the conversation I looked Linda directly in the eyes. Speaking to Andre I said in loud, clear voice, " So Andre, how do you like Linda's pussy?" Not missing a beat Andre said, "I love it. She likes showing it off and I like looking." Andre and I laughed as Linda's face turned bright red but her legs, I noticed, opened up just slightly more. "Why are you showing my friend your pussy Linda?" "Because you told me to," she said in a small, quiet voice. " Because you told me to..." I trailed off, obviously waiting for the Sir to follow. Linda looked at me unable to come up with the word I was looking for. She wanted to please me. She wanted to be a good girl. She edged up in her seat, her knees spreading farther apart but she couldn't decide what I wanted at that moment. She was lost in lust, her mind clouded by the new sensations filling her head. "Because you told me to, sir." "Are you my slut, Linda?" "Yes sir" "Tell Andre what you are." "I am sirs' slut. His fuck toy." "Linda, stand and remove your clothes but keep the heels on." Without hesitation but with shaky legs Linda took off her dress and bra. She folded her dress and placed it carefully on her chair, the bra on top. There she stood, naked. Her hands to her side, back straight. The insides of her thighs glistened with dew. God, she was beautiful. I stood and from my pocket withdrew a black leather collar. The collar was narrow, the better to show off my pet's graceful neck. The leather had been worked to a softness that made it comfortable to the skin. It was all black except for the silver clasp at the back. From the corner of my eye I could see Andre sitting back enjoying the show. "Linda do you know what this is?" "A collar, sir" "Yes, but to be precise this is your collar. When I put this collar on around your neck you will no longer be Linda when we are in private. You will be slut, slave, sex doll, fuck toy or whatever else I choose to call you. When we are in public I will continue to call you by your given name unless the situation demands other. But when we are in private you are here for my use and pleasure. Understand?" "Yes sir" "Do you want your collar on?" "Yes sir," she whispered. "Do you know what I'm going to make you do when you put it on slut?" "...yes sir..." "What?" "Fuck you and Andre." Andre's smile broadened at the mention of his name. "Do you want to fuck us both?" "Yes sir" I placed the collar around her slender neck. "Prove it toy." Again my beautiful, precious Linda surprised me. She was truly the woman of my dreams. She began to dance to the soft music, running her fingers through her hair, down her checks, over her breasts pausing to tweak her already rock hard nipples. I sat back down, taking in the site of my gorgeous girlfriend writhing like the passionate play thing she aspired to be for me. At some point, as she danced, Andre and I moved the coffee table so Linda could have more room. Soon she was on her back, arching her back, spreading her legs as wide as she could. "Please sir, I'm so horny. Let me fuck you, while I suck on Andre's cock. Let me suck both your cocks. Please I need to come." "Suck my cock slut." As if the floor was on fire she jumped from her laying position to kneel between my legs. Unbuttoning my jeans Linda slid them to the floor and off. Throwing them to the side she practically attacked my cock, taking as much in as she could in the first fell swoop. It took all my will power to finally command her to stop and tell her to suck Andre. Again she jumped at the chance to prove her sluttyness. As she attacked Andres cock I moved behind her, playfully slapping that perfect ass. I pinched her pussy lips, squeezing the juice as from a an orange onto my hand. Her nipples became my rock hard play things to flick and grab as I continued to swat her ass and the insides of her thighs. Roughly I spread her legs so her knees were splayed apart. She had to rest herself on Andres thighs or be impaled by his large, thick cock. Andre, in the meantime, had grabbed a handful of Linda's hair and was using it as leverage to move my fuck-doll's head where he wanted. Smacking the insides of her thighs I gathered her fuck juice and smeared it in and around her tight puckered anus. She must've sensed what was coming next even though we had not yet enjoyed anal sex for she arched her back and moaned. Slowly testing the waters I pushed a finger in to her ass. Then two. Pushing in and back, taking long fluid strokes. All the while I continued to squeeze and fondle her clit and pussy lips with my other hand. By the time I had 2 fingers from my right all the way in her ass and my thumb from my left hand swirling around inside her juicy pussy I could feel her tense as if about to come. I pulled the fingers of both my hands loose. Roughly grabbed both her hips and impaled my cock as deep as humanly possible in to her open, waiting ass. She cried out in some pain but mostly from pleasure from the orgasm that had been building for the last hour. Like a tidal wave crashing to the shore her body shook with delight. Screaming she tried to lift her head from Andre's cock but he held her head in place as he too began to cum. Her ass, thighs, every muscle I could see on her finely shaped body contracted. I couldn't take it anymore. The sight of my beautiful slut getting her mouth filled as she came, the feeling of her wonderful ass milking my cock, the pure a****l smell of sex that hung in the air...I came too. Afterwards we collapsed, Andre into his chair, me onto my back and Linda clasped in my arms, her head on my shoulder. "You were beautiful, fantastic." I whispered to her as she smiled closed her eyes and gently fell asl**p on my shoulder. I stared down at her gorgeous face as she drifted into a blissful slumber. I had to laugh in my head as I thought to myself," she has no idea this night is far from over." After a few minutes I called up to Andre, who himself had closed his eyes in a short nap," You ready to hit up Gotham?" "We're still going to the strip club over on Sherman Way?" My buddy asked. "Yep, I've got plans," I smiled.

Facial Faux Pas SeXStoRY

This story is completely true and takes place about 3 years ago (2009). I had been seeing my ex girlfriend for about 2 months at this time and we had done pretty much everything but sex. Normally we would see each other once maybe twice a week because we lived about an hour away from each other. So because we were teenagers, we just needed to do something sexual every time we go together. Usually this would end up in her giving me head, or me fingering her. The reason we did not actually have sex is because we were both virgins and she wanted to wait a little while before we eventually did it. I had no problem with this. So one day we were hanging out and somehow we got on the topic of semen. My side of the argument was that semen was either good or did not do any harm to your skin. She of course said that it was bad for you and said that it would make someone break out terribly. Being younger at the time, I got this bright idea in my head to make a bet with her. The bet was that I would cum on her face and if she broke out, I had to buy her shoes, if she did not she had to give me a lap dance at some point. So we had an agreement, the next time we saw each other and did something sexual I would get to cum on her face. So one week goes by. I was supposed to see her but unfortunately her parents had something to do with the f****y and we could not get together. Now being the smart person I am, I had not touched myself this whole week. I was saving all my cum for her so I was very disappointed when I could not see her. She said that we can see each other next week no problem though so I decided to stay positive. Another week goes by and today is the day. I had not masturbated in about 2 weeks and was ready to explode. Like always we just spent some time with each other, and then we went downstairs to her basement. Her basement is where we always did anything sexual because no one could hear anyone down there. So we start kissing and touching each other, and I remind her about her promise to me. She was hoping I had forgotten but this actually was the only thing I could think about. Now for whatever reason she did not want to give me a blowjob today. I have no idea why but it just did not happen. So she agreed to just watch me jerk off. I pulled out my cock and it was already as hard as it could get. I started to jerk off, slow at first then I sped up to my normal speed. She was just watching me, she did not do anything other than watch. This made it take much longer than it needed to. After about 20 minutes of me just standing there and her watching, I was finally ready. I pulled my cock faster and faster, ready to explode. I told her to get on her knees and get ready. She did as I had asked, I then asked her one more time if she was ready. She say yes, but I could tell she was nervous. Then, I came. Now remember I have not came in about 2 weeks. So rather than my normal load of cum hitting her straight in the face, I pretty much exploded on her. I covered this girls face terribly. The first stream of cum was long and ran from her lips to her hairline and beyond. The next few cum streams hit her on her cheeks, forehead, nose, and lips. I was cumming like crazy, she had been surprised how much came out of me, and kept saying stop. Not that like I could stop but I did not want to either. Her face was glazed with my cum. I could see she did not like one bit of this, she was almost disgusted with how much cum I produced. She stood up and ran for to find some paper towels to clean herself up. When she left the room, I tried my hardest not to burst into an uncontrollable spell of laughter. This was one of my funniest sexual experiences. P.S. I lost the bet. She broke out terribly, but I never bought her shoes because out relationship ended before I could.

Slavegirl Island 1.3 SeXStoRY

Chapter One (Part Three) PERSONAL NARRATIVE OF JASON BELMONT Miss Ramon and I went to the bar by the side of the swimming pool. Half a dozen or so guests were splashing about, mostly women. It was quite warm. There were tables around the pool where guests were sitting. Two slave-girls were moving hither and thither on the alert for any signal from a guest. Guests don’t like any delay in service. “A Pernod with ice,” I said in reply to Miss Ramon’s invitation. She ordered the same. The barmaid, I saw, had large bangles, golden in colour, dangle from her nipples. This is quite a common piece of decoration for a slave-girl. She was quick and efficient in her serving. I guessed that being a barmaid was almost a perk. Certainly better that scrubbing stone flags. “Cheers!” I raised my glass to Miss Ramon. She smiled. “Enjoy your stay,” she said. “I guess I will,” I replied. At that moment, a slave-girl came into the bar. “Two large gins with tonic,” she ordered briskly. “And hurry please, Del.” “I’ll be as quick as I can,” said the barmaid. I looked at the girl just to my left and saw it was Anna, the girl who had been sent to my room that morning... and had made an excellent fuck. I patted her bare bottom. “So we meet again. So soon.” I grinned at her. Anna looked momentarily startled. “Oh... Master...” she said, “I b-beg pardon... I was concentrating on my order.” “Quite right too,” I nodded. “No guest likes to be kept waiting.” I ran my finger in the soft cleft of the girl’s buttocks and recalled how delicious she had felt earlier. It was sheer delight to be able to treat a female in this casual fashion. That’s why one came to Bianca’s really. The gin and tonics arrived and Anna hurried out, bottom swinging merrily. “You seem on familiar terms,” said Miss Ramon. “She brought up my tea this morning,” I said, “and, as it so happened I fucked her.” “Not a bad judge, Jason. You know she’s only sixteen?” “Yes, came here at f******n, I understand? Must have been quite an ordeal for her at f******n.” “Yes, I guess so. Still, that’s the way of the world. Bianca’s world.” “Talk of the devil, there she is.” I had caught sight of Bianca’s slender figure on the far side of the pool. She was dressed in a white gown trimmed with silver, looking as ravishing as ever. She must, I reckoned, have been nearly 40 but looked more like 30. I fancied her no end but it was pointless. She was 100% lesbian. It wasn’t any worry in view of how much cunt there was available! “Better pay my respects.” “Sure,” said Miss Ramon. “I’ve got a few things to attend to anyway. See you around.” “You sure will. Anything on tonight?” “Almost certainly a ‘cabaret’ after dinner.” “That’s fine.” A ‘cabaret’ on Bianca’s Island was a series of sex shows involving slave-girl’s, Overseers and Trainers. Quite fun, I can assure you. I circled the pool and came to Bianca’s table. I lifted her milk-white hand and kissed it. “Ahh... Jason... how nice to see you. Settling in?” “Yes thank you. But it does take a little while to get adjusted.” “That’s understandable.” Alongside Bianca was a woman in her forties, big-mouthed, lantern-jawed, wearing a widebrimmed hat. She was tightly corseted. “May I introduce Mrs. Sherman-Peters,” said Bianca “Pleased to meet you,” said the woman, extending her hand. I took in and shook it. The voice was very American. “Honoured,” I replied. “Mrs. Sherman-Peters is one of my agents. One of my most accomplished agents. The woman smiled with complacent satisfaction. “Would you like to see her latest Bill of Ladies?” Doubtless I looked puzzled. “A new assignment she has just brought me. Ten delicious girls. Half of them American, the rest European.” “Amazing,” I said. And I meant it. What an organisation Bianca had! One with cast-iron security. A sheet of paper slid across the table. I looked down and saw a list of names and details attached. It was rather like a catalogue at a picture auction. “Bianca,” I asked, may I enquire how much you payoff these women?” The eyebrows of both went up. “Well,” said Bianca, “you may not really. But I’ll tell you all the same. They go from 10,000 dollars upwards, according to age, looks and background. A really good specimen can make 50,000 or more. But they are worth it.” Bianca smiled sadistically. “They earn their keep. As you know Jason, my fees are high.” “Yes, I know that all right,” I sighed. Not that I minded. I had plenty of money. It was to be used for enjoyment. I looked down and studied the list. “Excuse me a moment.” “Of course,” said Bianca. I studied the list. It read as follows: BARBARA, 18, American. At secretarial college in Chicago.Features rather plain but a superb body. Shows signs of having a stubborn disposition. MAISIE, 16, American. Abducted from her school in Delaware. A frisky girl very mature for her years. Possibly a virgin. JENNIE, 21, American. Secretary to a company Chairman. Also his Mistress. The whole body is good but the breasts are superb. LARA, 22, American. Made her living in computers, but, if she had used her arse, would have made a lot more. A really fantastic rear. HANNAH, 16, American. A black servant-girl who, I am sure, with proper training, will turn into one of the most exciting sex-objects ever. DEBBIE, 17, English. Abducted from boarding school. Very prim and proper and should give a lot of pleasure to many.Body still in the budding stage. CAROLINE, 22, English. City worker, well connected. Haughty-arrogant. Big tits, big bottom. Suggest she has a black Trainer. KIRSTEN, 18, Danish. A real beauty. Blonde, superb looks and figure. Will be very popular, I am sure. MARTHA, 22, German. A hefty girl. She will be very much sought after by those who want quantity rather than quality. GISELLE, 19, French. Superb aquiline features; a body which has not yet fully developed. Fiery in temperament. “A nice little collection,” I said, putting down the sheetof paper. “Yes, I guess so.” Mrs. Sherman-Peters was looking as smug as smug. “While you’re here, you might see some of them undergoing their initial training. “That could be fun,” I said. I thought in particular of Debbie. ‘Very prim and proper’, it had said. Yes, that could be quite amusing. “Do you have any problems in acquiringthese women?” I asked Mrs. Sherman-Peters. “One has to be very circumspect and patient,” she answered. “But I manage.” “I congratulate you.” “Thank you, kind sir.” At this moment Mrs. Sherman-Peters pressed a small knob on her wrist-watch. I wondered why. Then, some thirty seconds later, an astonishing apparition approached our table. I, naturally, had expected a woman but soon realised it was a man. A kind of man, anyway. He was of medium height and had been shaven of all body hair. His hair itself, eyebrows, chest, belly. Everywhere. His penis was encased in an obviously heavy iron tube. This ‘thing’ fell to its knees and bowed his head to the ground. “This is my personal slave,” said Mrs. Sherman-Peters, casually. “I hope he doesn’t offend you?” “I must confess, I don’t much care for the look of him,” I laughed. “I’m not surprised. He is quite disgusting. Still, he has his uses.” I realised I was looking at the complete antithesis of myself. Here was a male under complete domination, incapable of any sexual activity. Whereas I was free as a bird and able to fuck virtually everything that came my way. An incredible contrast. “Present,” said Mrs. Sherman-Peters. The creature swivelled himself around and I then saw that his testicles were held at the top of the scrotum by a tight iron ring. Those testicles were the brightest red imaginable. From her handbag, Mrs. Sherman Peters took an aerosol and sprayed the testicles with a pale pink liquid. The creature gasped and winced. “Very powerful liniment,” said Mrs. Sherman-Peters. “Stings like crazy.” There was a shuddering moan from the creature. “So much for the ozone layer,” laughed Bianca. I joined in. “He gets a dose about every two hours,” said Mrs. Sherman-Peters. “Keeps him well stimulated, I guess. Not, as you can see, he can do anything about that.” “Never?” I queried. “Never,” Mrs. Sherman-Peters informed me. “He is quite, quite celibate.” I must confess I felt a momentary stab of sympathy. How could a man get himself into such a situation? It was all rather fascinating. “Back to work,” snapped Mrs. Sherman-Peters. The creature sprang to his feet and scuttled away. My God, what an existence! Bianca snapped her fingers and a slave-girl was at her side within seconds. The girl was quivering. Doubtless simply being in the presence of the supreme Mistress was nerve-racking in itself. “A bottle of Champagne,” said Bianca. “No, make it a Magnum. Jason is a rare visitor.” Bare bottom bouncing, the slave-girl hurried away. Thus, by the pool, sheltered from the sun by a colourful umbrella, we whiled away a pleasant hour before lunch. Naked slave-girls flitted to and fro, about their duties, breasts and buttocks bouncing delightfully. They made a most pleasant background to the scene, symbolising the gulf between those with power and those completely without it. Total domination... and utter submission. How fortunate I am, I reflected, thinking momentarily about Mrs. Sherman-Peters’ creature. “What’s your slave doing, Martha?” I enquired. We were, by then, on first name terms. She shrugged. “No idea. I simply handed him over to an Overseer and told her to make him work his guts out.” “I am sure she will,” laughed Bianca. “Makes a change for a girl to have a male to deal with. Makes her even more vicious, I guess.” “Probably,” agreed Martha. “I sometimes wonder how long he’ll last. Still, when he does go, I can always get another one.” “Of course...” It was difficult for me to adjust to two women talking in this way. Their air of authority and their supreme confidence in their ability to capture and control other human beings was disconcerting. They were power mad. At last Bianca rose. “I’m going to take a shower before lunch,” she announced. “Good idea,” said Martha. I stood and gave a little bow as the ladies left. Best to be respectful to one’s host, I thought. Then I gave the slave-girl who was attending to the Magnum, a stinging slap across her bottom. No need to be the slightest bit respectful to her! “Fill up my glass, girl,” I snapped. “Yes, Master... at once Master...” The pale golden liquid ran and bubbled. Two ample-round breasts joggled softly just a couple of fact away from me. The girl had very long, blonde hair, and an altogether excellent figure. Her flesh was a delicate honey colour. Yes, I liked the look of her. “What’s your name, slave?” “Birgit, Master.” “That’s a Danish name, isn’t it?” “Yes, Master. Its English equivalent is Brigit.” “From Copenhagen, are you?” Lids fell momentarily over startling blue eyes. Obviously going back to her former life was a painful experience. “Yes, Master,” she whispered. I wondered idly what she would have been doing at that moment if she hadn’t been caught in Bianca’s net. She looked rather like a photographic model. I decided then that, most probably, I would send for her later in the afternoon. My hand waved dismissively and Birgit stepped back. She would be keenly attentive,ready to serve again on the instant. Ten minutes later I left the table and made my way to the dining room. There a delicious lobster and more wine made me feel sl**py. I headed for my apartment, took a lukewarm shower then lay down naked on the bed. Soon I was blissfully in dreamland. I suppose I slept for an hour or more and, when I awoke, I had a whacking great hard on. How fortunate there were so many available beauties to deal with it! I decided to stick with my earlier choice, Birgit... and rang down to Room Service. “Yes, Sir?” A woman’s voice. “There’s a slave by the name of Birgit, long blonde hair...Is she available?” “I’ll check, Sir.” A pause. “Yes...she’s in her cell at the moment.” “Send her up, will you?” “Certainly, Sir.” I put down the receiver and couldn’t help smiling. It was all so casual. Like ordering a pot of tea. Yet a vibrant, young female creature was on her way up to me and I could make her do more or less anything I wanted. A delicious sense of power and a surge of lust went through me. There shortly came a knock on my door and I told the girl to enter. Her blue eyes flickered momentarily on my erection then he was down on the floor at the end of my bed, nose to floor, bottom high, thighs wide. It was the obligatory posture on entering a guest’s room and it gave me an excellent view of all her charms in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the facing wall. There was, incidentally, another mirror over the bed. “I quite fancy you, Birgit,” I said. “Thank you, Master,” came a muffled response. “I hope I can please you.” “Oh I’m sure you will. But, first, a few questions. Come up onto the bed.” Birgit stood and slid alongside me on the soft coverlet. I fondled her excellent breasts gently. She thrust them at me all the more invitingly and I felt the nipples beginning to firm a little. Then, with my fingers I explored the mound and sex-lips. Again gently. And again she proffered herself all the more invitingly. Obviously well trained. “How long have you been a slave, Birgit?” I asked. She thought for a little while. “A-About... eight months, Master... maybe nine...” “Not long. Still, I expect it seems a long time to you.” She briefly bit a pouting lower lip. “Yes, Master.” As by the pool-side, her voice dropped to a whisper and I felt her give a little shudder. “How long have you been fully trained, girl?” “Some six months, Master.” Another shudder. It was obviously painful to go back in time. Better to live from day to day. But I enjoyed opening old wounds. “So you were trained for two months. Perhaps a little more?” “Y-Yes, M-Master...” Those blue eyes, now looking a little more despairing, gazed at me imploringly, as if begging me to ask no more questions. “Is that a normal length of time for training a slave?” “I... I think so, Master. S-Some train more quickly than others. Little more than a month. Some take as long as four months.” “Just depends how stubborn a girl is, I suppose,” I said and squeezed one of the breasts quite hard. She gave a tiny gasp. Then, rather to my surprise, I saw a single tear roll down her honey-coloured cheek. That, I knew, was not caused by my squeezing her breasts but by the memories I was arousing. “Were you stubborn, Birgit?” “A-At... f-first... yes, Master... it... it is natural to resist...” There was a sob in her voice. “Yes, I suppose it is,” I nodded. “But going over the Punishment Block at too frequent intervals softens resistance, eh?” Birgit’s breasts began heaving up and down with the f***e of her emotions and two more tears ran down her cheeks. “YYes...oh yes... Master...” she agreed. “Are you often punished now?” “No, Master, not often.” “When were you last punished?” She thought... “About ten days ago, Master.” “What was that for slave?” “A lady guest had a Complaint. She did not think I was ‘enthusiastic’ enough.” “Ahhh... I believe quite a few lady guests are inclined to do that. Even when their complaint is not fully justified.” “Y-Yes, Master,” she nodded miserably. It certainly was a tough lire! “What was your punishment, slave?” “A caning, Master. Eighteen strokes.” “Which rod?” It was nice to go on probing. “I... I can’t quite remember, Master. Number 3, I think.” That was the lightest of three rods used, but an unpleasantly painful instrument all the same. “Turn over girl.” Birgit turned and I stroked her soft bottom. It humped up nicely and it would have humped up even more so over the Block. She was, of course, quite unmarked. Bianca’s fantastic Healing Treatment worked with miraculous speed. It had to, in view of what was handed out with daily regularity on the Island! „I shan’t have you punished,” I said. “Tha-Thank you, Master...” “Unless you displease me, of course. And I don’t think you’ll do that.” “Oh no, Master.” There was a genuine earnestness in her voice, as if to say that to displease was something unthinkable. I fingered her anus. “Do you often get bum-fucked, slave?” “N-Not very often, Master...” “Do you like it?” “No, Master.” “Then you are fortunate I am not that way inclined. A nice hot juicy cunt is good enough for me. And I’m sure you can produce that.” “Yes, Master.” I still had that whacking hard on. “You can begin, my pretty, by sucking my prick. Very, very gently.” “Yes, Master.” Birgit stirred and slid over my thighs, positioning herself. I patted her blonde tresses. “On second thoughts, you can begin by licking my prick. And my balls. All over.” “Yes, Master.” I lay back relaxed, clasping my hands behind my head. The tiny, flickering tongue-tip titillated me deliciously. It ran up and down, it lingered on the sensitivity of my knob. Birgit knew what she was doing. After about five minutes, she turned her attention to my balls and gave them a thorough going over, kissing as well as licking. If I hadn’t known otherwise, I could have thought she was truly enjoying doing it. There was a sort of passion to her ministrations. There had to be, of course. This kind of simulation was built in during training. Even if a girl did not achieve orgasm, she had to pretend she did. And make it good. I looked up at the ceiling mirror, seeing Birgit kneeling between my parted thighs, her head right down, her bottom up. It curves superbly. I had chosen well. Then, at long last, I tapped her head. “OK, give it a rest,” I ordered. She would have gone on and on, until utterly exhausted, unless I had checked her. Birgit remained kneeling there, mouth pressed lightly to my scrotum, with me trying to get some control of my lust. I did not want to go off too soon. What to do? I wanted to fuck this delicious Danish pastry but I guessed, if I had her sucking me, I wouldn’t be able to hold back. Best, I decided, to take it in two stages. Have her suck me now and, after a rest, I’d fuck her later. And be able to fuck her longer and stronger as I would be partially slaked. Yes, that was the best plan. “Very well, slave, you can now suck me,” I said. “Thank you, Master,” responded Birgit at once. I wondered, all those months ago now, how many thrashings it had taken to make her suck a cock. Now she was giving thanks! Birgit pushed herself up a little so that her mouth came to the top of my hard prick. Her breasts dangled and I clasped them. My knob went into her warm-wet mouth. At first, just the knob. She sucked vigorously, like a greedy c***d with a folly. Her eyes closed; she was very intent on her task. One delicate hand gripped the roof of my prick, steadying it for her. “I’m going to spunk down your gullet, slave,” I said with deliberate crudity. Birgit nodded, eyes opening, as she acknowledged my intention. Then she took more of my prick into her delicious mouth and, continuing to suck, her head bobbed up and down as well. She managed to get half my length into her before it got to the back of her throat. I am quite well made. The head bobbed faster and faster; the mouth worked with furious abandon. She was giving it everything. As she must. Her eyes closed again; her nostrils were flaring and she was breathing heavily down them. The one desire in her slave-soul at that moment was to please me fully. And that she was certainly doing! How long could I hold out? Not much longer, surely. But what did it matter? I had all the time I wanted to go round again. And again and again, if need be. The thought roused my lust even higher. The divine sensation was creeping up on me. Birgit seemed to realise it and worked even more frantically. Faster... faster... The veins in my thighs... my balls... seemed suddenly to be filling with hot wine. “Ohhhhh... God... dear God...” I groaned, twisting from side to side as I mounted swiftly to a climax. Birgit managed to hang on to me, mouth still yammering away. Up... up... up...I was going to shoot. Nothing could stop me. Nothing! My thighs and belly quaked and shivered. The hot wine seemed to turn to jelly. My haunches worked uncontrollably up and down. Then I was spunking and spunking... up into that delicious, sucking mouth. Crying out at the divine release. And my lovely slave was going on sucking. And sucking. Draining me dry. I moaned, as I rolled from side to side. Then it was over. And I was weak and slumped. Completely... but completely...slaked. This girl had just given me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had. I patted her head as a sign of my approval. But I was not going to spell it out in words. Slaves don’t get praise. Only punishment for failure. Birgit remained where she was, my flaccid prick clasped softly in her mouth, bottom still up high. Certainly a slave well and truly trained. I allowed myself to sink into a delicious doze. Birgit still had my prick in her mouth when I awoke. Naturally. For she had no order to remove her mouth. Now she got it. “That will do,” I said. She took away her mouth...and I realised I had started to swell again. Good. It would soon be time for further action. How should I enjoy this young beauty? With her on top of me? Me on top of her? Or, perhaps, from the rear? Well, I’d had Anna on top of me this morning, so I might as well have a change. When a girl had an arse like Birgit’s, from the rear had a positive appeal. So I finally decided on that. “Time you got a good solid fucking, I think, slave.” “Thank you, Master,” she replied, features expressionless. “Do you like fucking?” “Yes... Master...” Was that the truth? Impossible to tell, for she would have to say that anyway. Perhaps, since she got so much of it, she had grown to like being fucked by strangers. It was like what they say about ****. If it is unavoidable, lie back and enjoy it. “Turn around and kneel facing the mirror.” “Yes, Master.” She turned. Oh that lovely bottom. My prick was hardening fast. “I want you looking into the mirror. Watching me riding you.” “Yes, Master.” Oh the delicious submissiveness of the girl. one almost felt that, even if you had told her to fly, she would have sprouted wings and circled the bedroom! She parted her thighs invitingly. There was that young cunt, so soft looking, the lips pouting prettily. I took hold of her warm flanks. “You’ve got all the right equipment,” I said thickly as my knob touched her sex-lips. She made no answer but moaned softly. Was that in pleasurable anticipation or in apprehension? No matter, I was going to enjoy the whole thing anyway. I thrust into her, hard and fast. Fully. She gasped, head jerking up. Then she wriggled a little. Delightfully. As if savouring my solidity. Oh it felt very good! I found her surprisingly warm and receptive. At that time I was not to know that slave-girls had to titillate themselves whenever possible whilst waiting to please a guest. That’s what Birgit must have been doing whilst I dozed. Good girl! Slowly but surely, I fucked her. A full thrust every time. Right to the hilt. She kept on wriggling beautifully whenever my length was right in her. Looking into the mirror, I saw her blue eyes bright, her full lips a little parted. She really did seem to be enjoying ill. But could she really be? After all she was being ****d by a stranger. On the other hand, I didn’t like to think it was all pretence. I wanted to conquer her with my cock. Increasing the pace, I increased my pleasure. She was becoming truly hot and squelchy. Also, she was beginning to pant; her haunches jerking convulsively. It seemed to me I had got her going. Delightful! “M-Master... o-ohhh... M-Master...” she was whimpering, “you aaaghhhh... so... strong... ooooh... w-wonderful... ohhhh M-Master... I truly am your slave!” Was it true? I sincerely hoped it was! Birgit began to get even more agitated. If this was simulated, it was wonderful acting. But I began to get the impression it wasn’t simulated. Those blue eyes were glazing, her mouth began to sag and gape. There was salivaoozing out of her lips. “O-O-Ohhhh... M-Master... I... I’m... going to c-come...yes... ohhh... yessssss... oooooh... Master... may I come?” “You may, slave,” I said, beginning to fuck her faster and faster. She felt superb. Liquid velvet in rippling action. A bottom squirming in ecstasy. I was hard put to it to keep control of myself, yet managed it. I was mastering her completely. That was my main pleasure. “N-Now... NOWWWWWWWWWW!” - she cried out. And then was convulsed in writhing and jerking as she spent herself violently. There was no doubt in my mind that she had achieved a genuine orgasm. Most satisfying. I continued to fuck her relentlessly, but slowing a little at first to allow her to recover. Also to get a better grip on myself. She felt so delicious I was constantly tempted to release myself but I hung on, hearing my self also panting now. Hearing myself groan with pleasure. What a little beauty! What a body! What a hot cunt! What a superb fuck! “Y-Your s-slave... your s-slave....” she was moaning. “Oooooh... oooohhhh... fuck me... fuck me... fuck me...” As if I were not doing just that! Then I knew the moment had come. There were limits to my endurance. I worked up to a furious pace and, within less than a minute I came to the boil. Birgit was crying out joyfully as I shot and shot into her. We were a writhing mass of joined flesh. Exultant flesh. We slumped down on the bed, panting like runners at the end of the race. She was twitching; my thighs were trembling. It had been a superb fuck. For both of us. Of that I was sure. Nothing was said for a long while. I found I was dribbling on her shoulder. She was breathing deeply, eyes closed. “You really do like fucking, don’t you slave?” I said at last. Birgit sighed. “Only when I am fucked by a marvellous Master like you,” she said. I was well content by her answer. She might be a slave, but she was a woman too. A little later, I ordered a bottle of Champagne to be sent up. This we shared, she a little nervous at this privilege. I smiled at her and patted her. “I wish I could be your personal slave for ever,” said Birgit suddenly. Most gratifying. “Ahhhh... do you indeed. I’m afraid that is not possible. There are commitments....” “Of course, Master. I understand. I was just wishing.” I fondled her lovely breasts. She seemed to preen herself like a cat being stroked. “Birgit,” I said, “I am going to write a note to your Chief Overseer. I shall tell her what an excellent slave you are. That you have given every possible satisfaction. That I have found no fault whatever in you.” Birgit’s blue eyes glowed. “Oh... oh... thank you, Master. That is most kind.” “That’s all right.” I knew that such a note from any guest was highly prized by any slave. It could well ameliorate future punishments. I patted her soft bottom. “I think you can run along now.” “I... I have to be fetched, Master,” she said, lowering her eyelids. “Oh yes... of course.” I lifted the phone and rang Room Service. “You can take this slave from my room now,” I said. “Very good, Sir,” said the woman’s voice. “I’ll arrange it right away. Any complaints?” “None at all,” I answered, putting down the receiver. I turned to Birgit, again fondling her breasts. “I think I shall send for you again before I leave,” I said. She actually smiled. It seemed a genuine smile. “Oh thank you, Master! I am honoured. And so pleased!” Believe me, it really did sound genuine. Then, perhaps it was.Better to be fucked by me than used by some vindictive butch lesbian, I reckoned. A short while later, a male Overseer arrived and put a collar around Birgit’s neck and led her off. She gave me another smile as she left. Frankly, I felt almost sorry for her. END OF CHAPTER ONE
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