Bondage and restriction

True Story

A new life – part 3

The next morning when i am at work in my office, I notice on the phone that Chantal is calling out. A few seconds later on my screen the webcam of Mistress Marit switches on and I can see Her sitting behind Her computer. She is topless and playing with her nipples. Again, i am breath taken by the way this 14 year old girl looks. I notice the cock wants to get erect in the chastity and it hurts and gives pleasure at the same time. I am constantly remembered it is no longer my cock, but property of The Mistress. Then I see her grab the phone and I hear Her say: “Hi Chantal, sorry, I was just finishing something.” Now I know why She switched on the cam! Some silence and then The Mistress says: “You want me to come over for dinner tonight? That sounds great, but tonight I have other engagements” I know Chantal is talking downstairs, but I cannot hear what She says. “Tomorrow evening is fine under one condition”, the Mistress says, “I am only coming over if You wear a dress and no jeans. I think You would look great in a dress. If You do not wear it, I will leave immediately.” I hold my breath whilst I see how the Mistress is now touching Herself between the legs. “Shall I come over at 19:00? Ok, bye!”, The Mistress hangs up without waiting for an answer, quickly turns to me and says: “Go to Your wife now and write me what She said slave”. I run as commanded downstairs just to see Chantal with the phone in Her hands with a blush on her cheeks and a puzzled look on her face. “Who was that?” I ask with an innocent look on my face. “Oh, I called Marit to invite her for dinner. She is coming over tomorrow evening. She sounded enthusiastic and I have to admit, I am too. She seems like a nice girl.” “Ok, fine by me. I cannot wait.” I say with a smiling face and go back to the office. Her webcam is off, but She can still see me. As always it gives me the feeling of being under constant control and I more and more like it. I write the Mistress what I noticed and what Chantal said and get a quick reply: “Good boy! Now I want You to go to the store and buy 7 pink panties for you to wear. If you do not know what to pick You can ask. When you are done, I want You to come over. You have one hour. Go now!”
I grab some papers and go downstairs and say to Chantal that I have to go to the post office in to send of some contracts. I jump in the car and race to town. I know the Mistress does not want me to buy cheap stuff so I go to the best lingerie shop. When I enter I am the only customer, it is still early. I feel a little bit embarrassed, because I know I am shopping for myself and with that idea I look around and I see a new world. Bra’s, corsets, panties and all. Wow. Just when I am looking at the pink panties in my size, I hear a woman’s voice saying “Hi Mark, can I help you?” I turn around and see an old girlfriend I used to date in high school looking at me. I start blushing and point at the panties. “Uhm, I want seven of those” “What size do you want them?”, she asks. I start to panic. “Well, I have no idea, it is for my wife and I think she is about my size”. My ex-girlfriend looks smiling to me and says, “Ok, these are the right size” and she takes 7. “Anything else?” and I quickly say no and we go to the counter. Just when I paid she looks me straight in the eyes and says. “I never knew that Chantal has grown so much. She used the have a perfect body!” I am redder than a tomato and quickly stumble out of the store. I almost race to the car to hide myself and when I am close to home I park the car again a few streets away and sneak to the house of the Mistress.
I notice the door is already open and I quickly step in. I undress and put on the dog collar and leash that are lying ready. I wait until I am collected on my knees, head to the ground. I am a quick learner. After a while I hear the Mistress coming in the hallway and She just takes the leash, gives it a jerk and I follow. “So slave, let me see what You bought!” And she opens the bag and looks at the pink panties. “Good boy!” and She really seems happy, which in turn makes me happy. “Now stand up and try one on, slave” and she gives me one pink panty. I stand up and I know I have to keep looking at the ground. I notice She is wearing a bathrobe and She probably just came out of shower, because Her hair is wet. I slowly put the panty on and put it over the cb6000. “Wow, that really looks nice on You slave. You are like a little girl now. Do you like it?” “Yes Mistress”, I whisper, because it is true. I feels soft and very horny. “It is a pity of the bulge in the panties, but we will handle that later.”, the Mistress says, “You will only wear these from now on and You will hand wash the dirty ones every morning. Understood?” I quickly confirm with “Yes Mistress”. “Good girl. And since You are so good I have a present for You.” And she gives me a black panty. “I wore this till this morning. Smell it” and when I put it to my nose I smell her juices and in my mind I immediately remember the first time I was allowed to worship Her pussy. She takes the panty and puts it in my mouth. I now also taste Her. “Now stand against the table.” I quickly do what She order and then I feel her standing very close behind me. She puts a leather blindfold on me (must have been in the package she ordered before) and two leather cuffs on my wrists. “You are such a horny girl, aren’t You”, she whispers in my ear and I confirm by nodding my head. “You are slut and totally mine. Now lie on the table” When I do so, I notice that something is attached to the cuffs and that pulls my arms tight against the table until I cannot move anymore. She removes the pink panty. Then she also puts two cuffs around my ankles, spreads my legs and attaches them to the table also. “You are such a slut and I want to use this slut” and then I feel Her put some cream or so on my anus. “Oh, what a wet pussy You have. You are such a horny slut, aren’t You?” I say yes in the panty, but She does not hear it. Then I feel something pushing against my anus and I resist. I quickly feel a hard hit on my ass and another. “Relax bitch and accept it, or I will do it the hard way” and again I feel the pushing continue. I concentrate hard to take it and then when it is somewhat further in, she stops. I feel my ass relaxing asif it wants to adjust to the new situation and then it goes easier. She pushes again and now the cream does its work. “This is the smallest strapon I ordered and we will built up until you can take the larger ones” and she starts fucking my ass. “Do you feel my cock in your pussy, slut” and in my mind I can see her. This is the world upside down. Here I am, a 41 year old man being fucked by a 14 year old girl wearing a strapon cock. But somehow it feels natural. She is superior to me and by Her fucking me She imprints that in my mind. After a while I hear Her moan and I realize that it must be a strapon that stimulates Her also and with a few hard thrusts She comes with a loud scream. She pulls the cock out of my pussy and I hear Her sit down in Her chair. I hear the zipper and then I smell She is smoking a cigarette. After a while of complete silence (besides her inhaling) I hear her walk to me. She then penetrates my ass again with a butt plug. It feels larger than the strapon. She removes the panty out of my mouth and says “You are to wear this until You can no longer take it, then wait 5 minutes, remove it and then after 30 minutes fill the pussy again. Understood?” “Yes Mistress!” She unties me and removes the blindfold. I quickly drop to my knees. I now see Her: she is totally naked, only wearing her high black pumps and a black strapon. The sight is extremely sexy. A hard kick with the heel against my chest reminds me what I have to do and I quickly face the ground. “Hold out your hand”, she says and I feel her finishing her cigarette in the palm of my hand. It burns and I moan and I feel tears come to my eyes. “Stop whining, you sissy. Hold out the other hand” and I feel she puts a small tablet in my hand. “Tomorrow evening around 18:30 you will put this in the drink of Chantal and make sure she drinks it. Understood?” Yes Mistress” “Now put on your pink panty and get back to work. Chop chop!” I quickly crawl to the hallway, put on my clothes, hide the other 6 panties in the car and drive home.
When I sit down I feel the buttplug penetrating me. If is hard to concentrate. Then when I go to the toilet some strange happens. I feel as if I have to pee, but it comes out very slow. I see cum dripping from the head of the cock. I am having an orgasm, but not a normal since it is not accompanied with the intense explosion. When I did some research I found out it was due to the prostate stimulation by the strapon and the plug. I still felt extremely horny and very frustrated because I cannot touch myself. Of course I can still stroke the balls, but due to the cb6000 I cannot get erect. I keep wearing the plug for as long as I can, but after while it starts to hurt and then I have to remove it. I clean it regularly with some alcohol and keep it creamed. I have to admit that it gets easier to put it in my pussy.
The next morning I shower and clean the cock and cb6000 with the showerhead and some soap. I quickly put on my pink panties and look at myself in the mirror. I smile and feel like a cheap whore and I like it. I even try to stand like a woman and wiggle my ass a little. I put in the plug and somehow I feel hot! I quickly dress myself and I look forward to the day. Tonight the Mistress is coming for dinner! I attend to my work and try to concentrate. I do my hourly worship routines and take a quick glimpse at the shrine I had to make for the Mistress. I see the stone and the feather I found. I notice that when I am outside I am constantly looking for something that is worthy for the shrine. The Mistress has me thinking of Her 24/7 that is fact.
I want to keep the plug in all night and I have noticed that the pink panties help keep it in.
I hear that Chantal went to do the shopping for tonight. She wanted to make a nice pasta. I am little bit nervous because I have the tablet in my pants that I have to put in her drink tonight. When I stop at 18:00 I go downstairs into the kitchen. Chantal has outdone herself. She is wearing a tight jeans that makes her ass come out great. I notice that looking at her makes me even more horny than I already was. Chantal did not have that effect on my for quite some time. All preparations for the pasta are done and she even made a tiramisu. I see a few nice bottles of red and white wine. “I spilled some chocolate on my jeans so I am going to put on something else” and I indeed see some stains on her jeans. “You poor in a nice wine, I will be back shortly” she says and she goes upstairs. This is my chance I think and I open the bottle of red wine and fill two glasses and drop the tablet of whatever it is in the drink of Chantal. After a while Chantal came downstairs and she was wearing he plane black dress that she wore at the wedding of her sister and her black pumps. Her hair was great and she put up some subtle makeup. It looked asif she a had natural blush. “Wow, you look great”, I say and it is the truth. I try to pull her to me, but she resists and says “Ok, let us drink some wine. I want us to have a nice evening and we have to tell Marit the truth about the way she dresses.” I give her the glass of drugged wine and say “I think she looks great. She looks way more mature than her age.” “I know, but she does not have to sell it like that”, Chantal says. “I am certain most man would feel tempted” and she looks at me as if to ask me to deny it “You are right”, I say, “She does look hot in her tight short dress” “See, you just made my point. This can be dangerous for her.” I am thinking that she can handle any situation, but just smile. “You look hot too in your dress. You never wear this for me. And now Marit comes and you put it on.” Chantal blushes and quickly leaves the kitchen and I see her ass move in the black dress. Chantal made the table and I see her getting even more blushes on her cheeks.
When the clock says 19:10 she says “I hope for her sake she did not forget about our appointment” and just then the doorbell rings. We both walk to the door and open it. The Mistress steps in and ignores me. She is wearing a long trench coat, a big black bag and with one look of Her I understand I have to take it. When I put it in the wardrobe I see that she wears black tight leather pants, black top and black pumps. Her hair is in a pony tail and she has red lips and red nails. She is checking Chantal from top to toe. Chantal blushes even more. Then the Mistress walks to Chantal and pulls her against her body with one hand and grabs her ass with the other and gives a wet kiss on the mouth of Chantal. “Thank You for inviting me. I very much like your dress Chantal. It makes you more woman.”, the Mistress says and she walks into the living room, leaving me and Chantal standing there in shock. There is some red lipstick on the lips of Chantal and I see her touching it with her tongue. Then she looks at me and in her look I see that she wonders why I did not say anything. Not about me automatically taking her coat and not about the aggressive attitude of Marit.
The Mistress is already sitting on the coach and I do not really know what to do so I ask what she wants to drink. I tell her we have coke or different kinds of juices. She takes one look at the glass in the hands of Chantal and says: “I would like a glass of red wine also” also looking Chantal in the eyes as if to challenge her to say something. When a few seconds pass I go to kitchen, from me the Mistress was not expecting any remarks. When I come back Chantal is sitting in the chair across Marit. I cautiously serve the Mistress her wine and then she says “I think there are two types of men. One is the type that is there to fuck you and the other is there to serve you. What do you think Chantal?” Chantal looks shocked and says “Marit, how can you say that?” “Well, it is the truth Chantal. What type of man you think Mark is?” and she looks at me. Automatically Chantal looks at me also as if pleading me to help her. “Well, maybe Mark can answer for himself”, Chantal says. “Well, uhm,”, I start to stammer and I feel the eyes of the Mistress burning on me, “maybe I am the man that likes to serve. Look at how well I brought the glass of wine to Marit”, trying the make a joke of it. But one look at the Mistress shows me she means business and I quickly lower my head. Chantal notices this with an open mouth. “I think we will test how well you serve us tonight, Mark”, Marit says, “You are dismissed to the kitchen and make us a nice dinner. Do you agree Chantal?” and Marit looks at my wife. “Well, uh, when Marks feels like it, I do not have a problem with it. Someone has to make the dinner”. “Then that is clear. Fill our glasses first Mark and then we would like to eat in 1 hour. And please remove one plate, because servants do not eat with their masters.” And without a further word she turns to Chantal.
I feel beaten and humiliated and walk to the kitchen. So quickly it happens, I think. I collect the bottle of wine and fill the glasses. “Cheers Chantal”, I say. “Stop, You are not to address us like that. We are Ma’am for you and you will only speak to us when we ask you a question. Is that understood?”, Marit says. “Yes Ma’am”, I say to the 14 year old girl from next door that is ruling the room with Her presence. I leave to the kitchen and start making the pasta that my wife prepared. I go to the dinning room and and remove one plate. All the time I hear the ladies chatter and laugh in the living room. I notice that Chantal has never been so loose and accepting. Maybe it is because of the drug? Suddenly I hear the Mistress say: “Come on girl, show me your dress. Stand up and show me!” I quickly peek around the corner and see that Chantal complies. She shows her dress, turns around, bends forward and sticks her ass out. “How does that feel, Chantal?” “It feels great Marit! “Do you now understand why I always wear sexy clothing?”, Marit continues “Yes, of course Marit, I do understand. It makes us feel great” “Yes, no harm in showing what you got. And maybe you find a worthy guy to fuck.”, Marit says “Mmm, yes, I totally agree!”, my wife adds. I see Marit patting on the coach and Chantal quickly sits next to her. “You are really beautiful”, Marit says to my wife and in the mean she strokes the cheek of Chantal and then she presses a thumb against her lips. My wife opens her mouth and starts sucking it. First softly and then faster. Then Marit pulls her thumb away and pulls my wife to her and starts kissing her. First Chantal resists a little and then relaxes and starts to kiss back. “I knew it when I first saw you looking at me”, Marit says “You like me, right?” “Yes Marit, I like you very much.” “You are bisexual, correct?” and when my wife confirms I am in total shock. I am living with her all these years and I never knew that. Then I see that the Mistress noticed me and I quickly go back in the kitchen. I hear the ladies talk softly.
I finish the meal and put all on the table. The ladies notice and it and come to the table. My wife thinks I do not know what just happened and feels a little bit shy and sits down. When the Mistress remains standing I realize what is expected and I hold the chair for her and she sits down. “You can stand there after you collected and filled the glasses” and she points to the corner “in case we need something”. I quickly comply. “Mmm, this is delicious”, Marit says and my wife agrees. From the corner where I stand I can see that Marit is stroking the thighs of my wife with her left hand. She looks hot and takes another sip of her wine. My wife is not eating much. During the meal they talk about the people in the neighborhood and after I served them the tiramisu they are extremely happy. “I do like chocolate”, Marit says, something I automatically store in the back of my head. When they are done I know what to do and help them with their chairs. They go to the living room and I clean up.
When I report back in with the bottle of wine the Mistress says: “I think it is proven that Mark is the serving type, don’t you agree Chantal”. And my wife who is sitting close to her says “Yes, I agree! I never knew Mark had these qualities. I should have known sooner than he could have done more in the household.” “Well, I am certain he will help out more, don’t you Mark”, the Mistress says and she looks at me intensely. “Yes Mistress”, I automatically reply. “Mistress? Did he really say Mistress?”, my wife asks. “Yes Chantal. Mark called me Mistress. It is just his nature. You should not hold it against him. As I said, he is the serving type and in order for us to feel complete we also need the fucking type, a bull, when we want it.” “Yes!”, my wife now says enthusiastically. “And when there is no bull we have to help each other.” Marit continues and she starts kissing my wife who no longer holds back and starts kissing back. I slowly move to my corner and watch them make out. Marit takes the hand of my wife and leads her to the bedroom. When she passes me she whispers in my ear: “Collect my bag and place it in the bedroom. Kneel in the corner and do not disturb, slave!” I collect the bag and just when I softly enter in the bedroom I see the Mistress pulling the dress of my wife. I place the bag on the ground and kneel in a corner. The Mistress stands behind my wife and I see my wife put on her nicest black bra and panty, as if she knew this was going to happen. The Mistress removes the bra and I see the nipples of my wife are hard. The Mistress starts stroking the breasts and pulling the nipples and twisting them. My wife moans softly with her eyes closed. Another hand of the Mistress lowers the panties and Chantal steps out of them. She is now totally naked, besides her black pumps and she leans a little against the Mistress, who is now kissing her neck and keeps working on one breast and the other is massaging the clit of my wife. I now notice she is completely shaven. When did she do that? “Mmm, I like my pussies bald and wet”, the Mistress says and she pushes Chantal on the bed. My wife opens her legs and the Mistress starts licking her pussy. Within a few seconds my wife has her first orgasm with a loud moan. The Mistress continues and soon after the body of my wife starts shaking and she almost comes screaming. The Mistress goes up with glittering eyes and starts kissing my wife. The cock is hurting extremely, because this is turning me on big time. The Mistress feels in her bag and I am in shock when I see her get out a strapon. It is a big black cock and the Mistress stands up and puts it over her tight leather pants. She looks like a Goddess now. My wife is now totally filled with lust and licks her lips. The Mistress moves towards her and presses the big black cock against the mouth of my wife. She automatically opens it and starts sucking. “I feel black cocks are the best!”, Marit says and my wife nods in agreement. “Black bulls are also the best”, Marit continues and my wife sucks even harder. The Mistress holds her head and fucks her in the mouth. Then after a while she says “Open your pussy for me Chantal” and my wife kneels, lifts her ass and offers her pussy. The Mistress takes the big black cock and pushes it against the pussy of my wife. Then she looks at me and I know what she thinks and she is right. I am jealous on my wife. I want to be the one that gets fucked. I am the slut of my Mistress and now my wife gets her full attention. It is not fair. Then the cock slowly fills the pussy of my wife and the Mistress starts fucking her. It is a mind-blowing picture. My totally nude wife being fucked by the fully dressed 14-year old girl from next door with a big black cock. I almost start drooling and softly moan of joy and pain. I am fully aware of the plug in my pussy and want more. Then with big spasms my wife comes so loud as she has not done in many many years. But the Mistress not done and she keeps fucking my wife and she starts yelling “Oh yes, Marit, fuck me, fuck me hard. I need you to fuck me” and then with loud moaning in the rhythm of the movements of Mistress my wife comes again shivering and she starts to cry and falls tired on the bed, still shaking. The Mistress clicks her fingers and points at the big black cock covered in juices of my wife. I crawl towards her and when she lies on the bed and takes my wife in her arms I start sucking the cock, licking all the juices and loving it. The Mistress wipes away the tears of my wife and strokes her hair and ass. Then I see my wife looking at me, but I do not stop sucking the cock. She does not say a word either, she just looks. Then she looks at the Mistress and starts kissing her, accepting the new order of things. “Do you want me to stay, Chantal?” Marit asks and my wife says “Yes Marit, I want you to stay.” Marit stands up and points me to the corner again. My wife sees me crawling to the corner. She removes the strapon and all her clothes. I hear my wife holding her breath when she sees the beautiful body of the Mistress. They lie on the bed and start making love again. This time it is my wife sucking the pussy of my Mistress and again I feel extremely jealous.
Time passes by and after a while they stop their lovemaking. The Mistress takes her bag, gets out the cigarettes and lights one. “You want one, honey”, Marit asks Chantal. My wife never smoked, but this time she does. They lie against each other , Chantal coughs a little and they both giggle. “I do not have an ashtray here”, my wife says. The Mistress clicks her fingers and I know what is expected of me. I crawl to the bed and stick out my hand. All the time looking at the ground. They both put their ashes in my hand and I am thinking that in the beginning I served my Mistress afraid she would betray me to my wife, but now I serve because I need to. She was right, I am the serving type. “How does Mark know all this?”, Chantal asks the Mistress. “I will be honest with you Chantal, because you deserve that. I have had my eyes on you for a long time. I think you are beautiful and do not understand what you were doing with this sissy. Recently I, uhm, confronted Mark with my ideas and I convinced him he is submissive and strengthened his need to serve. Very quickly he begged me to become his slave. Is that not so slave?” “Yes Mistress”, I whisper. With big eyes my wife follows the conversation. “So, I trained him a little and he is getting more and more the slave and slut he wants to be right Mark” “Yes Mistress, I am becoming a real slut” “Good boy. Now open your mouth and swallow.” I quickly open my mouth and I feel her put out the cigarette in my hand and drop it in my mouth. “You can do the same Chantal, come on, go ahead, he does not mind, does he?” “No Mistress, I mumble and I feel my wife do the same. I quickly swallow the cigarettes and lick my hand clean without being instructed to do so. “So now stand up, undress yourself and show what a sissy you have become!” When I stand naked for them my wifes starts giggling when she sees my pink panties, but she stares in awe when she sees the chastity device. “What is that?”, she asks. “That is to protect my cock from being touched by the slave. He is only allowed to get erect and cum when I want it, if at all. Do you like it!” “Wow, yes, can I touch it?” and my wife jumped out of bed and started stroking the device, all the time laughing. I have never felt more humiliated in my life. She jumped back to the bed and kissed the Mistress again. I just stood there and stared at them. What happened with my life. “And you know the best part? He is training his pussy, because he wants to become a better slut, right slave?” “Yes Mistress”, I answered, “I want to train my pussy”, reminding me of the plug. “Remove the plug and tell us what you want”, the Mistress said whilst she was massaging the clit of my wife. I removed the plug with a sigh and felt empty and said “I want my pussy filled Mistress with a cock, I so much need it” and when forced to speak one’s mind, it tells the truth, because God, I need to be filled to get some kind of sexual pleasure. “You see, it is no longer a man, but a sissy or better a slut-in-the-making. Do you want to fill it Chantal?”, the Mistress asked my wife bringing her close to an orgasm. “How should I do that?” “Well, put this on” and the Mistress gave her the strapon she used earlier. Om my God, no, that is too big, I thought. The Mistress assisted my wife in putting on the strapon. “First some lubrication”, the Mistress said with a smile and guided the cock to my mouth and just as before with my wife I automatically opened my mouth and started sucking and again, trying to make it as wet as possible. “Kneel on the bed and open your pussy”, the Mistress said. The I felt my wife put the cock against my pussy. “Ask for it”, the Mistress hissed. “Please Mistress, please fill my pussy” and if it is because of the plug or the horny situation or whatever, but the cock smoothly entered my pussy and my wife started fucking me. “Oh my god, this is horny! This is great!” and the Mistress was in the mean time fingering my wife until she finally came. She gave one last thrust and then pulled the cock out and I felt even more empty. But she turned me around and forced me to such the cock again. Now it did not feel so nice, but I was afraid to resist. “Do you think he still is a man?” Marit asked my wife. “No, I have to agree with you Marit. This is the serving type and I can no longer look at him as my husband. I think for the real love and sex I have to look at you Marit” and with that said, she removed the strapon, threw it to me so I could continue sucking it and they both fell to the bed again, strangled in eachother. “We want our breakfast at 09:00, slave. Go to your quarters”, The Mistress said and I slowly crawled out of the room. For a long time I could hear them until they finally fell asleep. I went downstairs, cleaned up and slept in the spare bedroom, without forgetting to put the alarm at 08:00. Little did I know my new life has just started.

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True Story

The Stand

The Stand
I bought a German Sheppard two years ago. A friend had some puppies and offered to sell me one. I had always wanted a dog, never had one and decided why not? He was a great pet. We would go for walks and he would keep me company on nights when I didn’t have my kids staying over. Plus my kids loved him. He listened well and never gave me a hard time. Maybe some unwanted face licking, usually in the morning when he wanted out and I was still asleep. He seemed to know that would immediately wake me up. My children named him George. I know not why. But it actually seemed to fit him.
Living alone and not always having a steady girlfriend (they all hated being second in line behind my kids), I had a habit of finding ways to keep myself entertained. My toy collection grew over the years since my divorce. It wasn’t intentional, it just sort of happened. I’d see a toy online, think it looked cool and buy it. When I received it I’d play with it for a few days or weeks and then put it in my collection. Rarely to be used ever again.
I read about self bondage on the internet and I quickly became a fan. I felt some weird need to try it. Once I tried it I fell in love. The helplessness. The frustration. The horniness that inevitably became part of every scenario I tried. It was all good. I learned quickly that being tied, cuffed or restricted meant I had to keep the bedroom door closed. My dog was a nosy kind of guy and nothing would ruin a good scenario for me than having him try to bound into the room looking to play when all I wanted to do was try to get out of my self inflicted bondage or bask in the glow of being restrained.
About six months ago I saw plans for a locking stand on the internet. I knew as I read about it and saw the pictures that I would have to build one myself. To me it was simple and ingenious. You would be restricted, yet have a possible way to cum while in bondage.
After failing to do anything about building it for about 5 months, I finally constructed my small stand on a piece of plywood approximately 3’ by 5’ to which I could lock myself on. The base was to prevent me from tipping over. I could attach myself in a kneeling position and still rest my torso lengthwise on the two foot high stand. My arms would be locked underneath me with my elbows resting on two small foam pads. My legs would be attached to the backside of the stand with my knees also on two small foam pads. In this position my knees would actually be outside of my elbows. On the back of the stand my penis would be pointed straight down against the back. I attached some leather to the back so that I could grind myself against the stand in hope of achieving orgasm while locked.
My wrists and ankles would be cuffed to the base. Leather straps were attached to hold my knees and elbows down. The knees could be locked down fairly easily. Elbows would come next, with the first elbow easily strapped down. The second elbow would be tricky. My solution was to use a one way ratcheting device which I bought at my local Home Depot. With it I could slide my elbow into the loop and use my teeth to tighten it. At that point closing the handcuffs around the post underneath me would complete the self bondage. My release was an ice timer. Attached to the ceiling would be a ring and a sock full of ice which also held the keys to the handcuffs. When the ice melted the sock would fall through the ring and drop the key right in front of me. I could then unlock my cuffs, undo the strap holding my first elbow in place and proceed to reverse the ratcheting device and free myself.
I was going to do this bondage on a Saturday on my off weekend. I tested it without actually locking my wrists to see how it felt being locked into that position and for that length of time. It was wonderful. I got aroused being in that position knowing that I would soon be locked in that position. My hard on was kept pointed straight down and I rubbed it against the stand as much as possible in an attempt to cum. Although I could get close, I couldn’t get myself over the edge. With my movements restricted to almost zero I knew this devious contraption would frustrate me beyond belief. I could hardly wait to actually lock myself in and go through with this. Afterwards I did some tinkering for comfort. I added some more foam padding for my knees and elbows. If I was going to be locked in this thing for a few hours, I needed to make sure I wouldn’t get sore on the pressure points. And though I could rest my chest and stomach on the small stand, my knees and elbows still bore some of the weight. I also added a strap around the middle which would help keep me even more immobile, if that was even possible.
I tested it 3 more times each time not fully locking myself in. I would cuff my feet, strap down my legs and put my arms in the straps. I would simply not cuff my hands so I was able to end the practice session anytime I wanted. All three of those times I had George right outside the door wanting to get in but unable. All three of those times I could get myself close to cumming, but never over the top. Each time when I could not withstand the frustration I would undo myself from the stand and get myself off immediately.
I decided that Saturday would be the day. I pulled the pieces out of my garage (with kids around I could not leave it in the bedroom) on Friday night. I put the device together and just stared at it once again. I could almost hear it calling my name. I spent a restless night sleeping knowing that I had no responsibilities the following day. I would do my chores in the morning and once completed I was going to lock myself to that stand.
I did my shopping and did some laundry. I laughed at myself for almost running through the store grabbing food as quickly as I could. It wasn’t as if the stand would disintegrate. And I had all day to do a self bondage session. But still I did not want to waste any time. I should have just done the shopping the next day. Oh well. Always a creature of habit.
Once my food was put away, George was fed and my laundry folded I was ready.
I stripped naked and went down to the kitchen to grab my ice. I put the ice into a sock and set up the timer so it would fall right in front of me. I figured with the amount of ice I used I had at least two hours before the key would fall. I was fully erect while setting this up. My excitement was off the scale.
I was interrupted by George, who came into the room to join me. I quickly shooed him out and closed the door. I even locked it. With his lack of an opposable thumb I was not sure why locking it made me feel any safer. I could hear him lay down outside the door. I checked the ice timer one more time. It was set up perfectly. I knelt down and started in. I strapped my knees to the base, locked the ankle cuffs on. I added a ball gag for good measure. It always increased my feeling of helplessness. And I loved the fact that drool would eventually work its way out and down my face. I tightened the body strap around my middle. I slipped my arms through the loops in the straps. I tightened down my right arm and put my left arm into the special strap with the ratcheting device. I pulled it tight with my teeth. I was now ready for the cuffs to officially lock me into the stand for the next few hours. I clicked one cuff closed and using the stand for leverage I pushed the other cuff closed. I felt an extreme rush. I always got that same rush whenever I closed up the final cuff. I was now trapped. No escape until the ice melted and my key dropped. I reveled in the helpless feeling. I ground my cock against the leather. I was hoping for some relief, but at the same time I almost didn’t want to cum. Knowing me if I came I would lose all my horniness and desperately want out of this predicament. Yet I continued to try to grind away with my cock. There was a little friction, but there wasn’t enough. All I succeeded in doing was increase my frustration. I decided that the next time I tried this I would attach my magic wand in some way to make me cum early and often. Maybe not often, but definitely early.
My thoughts were interrupted by George. He suddenly decided that he would start whining and clawing at the door. Perhaps my moans caused his reaction. I’ll never know. I told him to stop. Well, I made some noise. I could not form words around the ball gag. He did stop for a few minutes and then started up again. I made some angry muffled noise, but this time he ignored me. I heard him push against the door and I also heard the door give way and swing open. I was facing away from the door, but in came George. Damn. I knew I had closed and locked the door. The damn thing was obviously not closed completely. The bolt must not have fully engaged. Regardless here was George walking around me, checking me out. I muttered angrily, but he sensed that I could not make him leave. He put his face right up in front of mine and licked. I could not get away from him or his tongue. He licked some more and I had to endure it. He tired of that and walked around me. My long awaited self bondage scenario was quickly ruined. He sniffed at me and circled me. His curiosity was beginning to annoy me. He came around and licked my face again. I muttered “Get out.” But even I would have had no idea what I said had I been on the listening end. The voice inflections were there. The articulation was not.
He walked around me and he went behind me. I felt his wet snout touch me on my side. And then I felt him near my ass. It suddenly occurred to me how vulnerable I was. I was locked to this stand for about two more hours. My ass was perfectly positioned and completely exposed. However, George was a virgin. He had no knowledge of sex. So I wasn’t too concerned. And then it happened. He gave me a long lick right above the underside of my balls and over my exposed ass. I stopped struggling against my bonds. My concentration moved to George doing what he wanted and me being unable to do anything about it.
He sniffed some more and licked me again. I had forgotten about my cock for a minute. Now I became very aware of how hard it had again become. The sensation of being licked in that place and the knowledge of my complete inability to get away from it wreaked havoc in my mind. It was pleasurable. It was also bizarre.
Before I had a chance to think about this any more George decided to start a continuous lick. His tongue was on my ass. It was on my balls. He even licked my cock as it pointed downward. It felt really fucking good. I tried to grind my cock against the leather but could not move it very much. George’s licking was phenomenal. When he licked the underside of my cock head I thought I had died and gone to heaven. It threw a wave of pleasure through my body that I had never experienced before. I groaned loudly and it seemed to encourage him to concentrate on that spot. He was relentless in his tongue assault on my cock. The more I moaned the more he licked that spot. And wouldn’t you know, within a minute I felt that familiar feeling in my cock and in my balls. This damn dog was going to make me cum. He was going to make me cum! When I realized he was in complete control of my orgasm I knew I had reached the point of no return. As my cock built towards an orgasm I found that it was a feeling I had never felt before. Instead of top of my cock head getting all the friction and that bringing me off, it was the underside of my cock head, from the tip to my circumcision scar that was bringing on this orgasm. Not only was I feeling it in my balls it was my whole body that felt like it was coming. I shook on the stand grinding my cock against the leather. I pushed forward so I could get the base of my cock to feel more pressure against the back of the stand. I felt a warm rush and it hit me. I was cumming. Hard! I was squirting straight down the end of the stand. I moaned louder than I have ever moaned before. It was incredible! I was shaking and pulling at my bonds. The bonds held tight. However, my loud moans startled George and he suddenly stopped licking. The sudden lack of his tongue sent me into a frenzy. I mumbled for him to keep going.
Whether he was listening to me or not didn’t matter. What mattered was that he went back to his licking. He was lapping up my cum from the base where it had puddled and back up to my cock. I continued moaning and pulling at my bonds to no avail. Within 30 seconds I reached the point all guys reach where the cock is too sensitive to want any more pleasure. We were now working at cross purposes. Poor George wanted nothing more than to get the entire drink I was providing him. I wanted nothing more than to have my cock left alone. I was quickly reminded that I had no control in this situation. George kept licking. My only possible reaction was to pull at my bonds and moan. I also begged him to stop. It had no impact on him. My only job here was to go along for the ride. I was at his mercy. I continued to struggle to get away from George while he continued to lick. I wondered if this was going to drive me insane.
Finally, since I had stopped squirting any more cum his drink was gone and he mercifully stopped his assault on my cock. I was sweating and still moaning. Only now I moaned for the relief he had granted me. The relief that his assault stopped. I noticed that my hair was wet and my body covered in sweat. I was dribbling around my ball gag. I was still locked tight to my beloved stand. I had no way to get out until those keys dropped. I tried to look up, but I could not lift my head high enough to see what progress the melting ice had made. I knew it was melting though because there was a small wet puddle in front of me.
George came around to my front and started licking my face once again. As disgusting as it was to have him lick my face, I was not repulsed now. Hell, he got me off so fucking much harder than I could have done. Harder than I have ever cum inside a woman. Now his licking made me laugh. His tongue darted around my mouth and the gag cleaning up the spilled drool. It made me feel quite submissive as it was something he wanted to do and I did not do anything to deny him, bound as I was. It was then that I noticed his cock was poking out of his sheath. His lipstick was showing. Not only was it showing it was poking way out and hard as a rock. I felt bad for him. I thought if I could have helped him with his “problem” I would have. No doubt at that moment.
However, he knew for what he was searching. In no time he went around behind me and jumped right up on my back. I am not sure why that thought had not occurred to me previously. It was probably due to knowing he had never had sex before. I didn’t think he would know how. But when he mounted me I became keenly aware of exactly what he wanted. He wanted to cum himself and it was me he wanted to mate. I tried to verbally assert myself. I yelled through my gag for him to get down. He was not going to have any of that. I was helpless to stop him and I am sure he knew it. I felt his claws dig into my sides. His claws were digging hard into my sides. That hurt, but felt good at the same time. The strength I felt from him was powerful. He had a death grip on me. My ass was exposed and I could feel him poking away at me. He missed at least 10 times. He poked my butt cheeks and poked my crack, but nothing too close to going in. I struggled against the bonds and even tried to look up to see the progress of the melting ice. I figured I had only been bound to my stand for maybe a half an hour. I had a long time left at George’s mercy.
I felt some fluid on my crack. I must have been his precum that was leaking down. He tried to thrust his cock into me only to have it slide up my crack towards my back. This went on for a minute until he jumped down. Obviously frustrated I thought he might give up. He circled me twice as if looking for another way to mount me. I meekly mumbled and asked him to go away. I no longer had any influence on him. He was horny. I was restrained. I was his toy. And as I found out, he was going to use his toy to mate and cum.
He again jumped up on my back, grabbed my waist and began thrusting into my ass. It had been lubricated with his juices and he slipped along my crack with his big cock. Then he found a good angle for him and I felt his cock right at my hole. It seemed to surprise him as much as me, because he didn’t shove it in. He just froze right there. I was thinking he was going to give me the fucking of a lifetime. But he just held his cock right at my entrance. He held that cock for maybe five seconds. Then he shoved forward. Hard. I think he got it all the way in in one fell swoop. I am not sure because the pain was immense and I was literally seeing white. He didn’t care. He was inside my ass. Without giving me any time to adjust he began this wild thrusting. It was powerful and it was fast. He was fucking faster than I could have thought possible. Seemingly three full strokes a second.
I would like to tell you I grew to enjoy it, that it felt sensational. The truth is it continued to hurt like hell. My ass felt like it was being ripped apart. It didn’t matter to George. I was just a bitch at that point and in his mind. The lubrication got better as I think he was still shooting precum which helped line the walls of my ass. The pain wasn’t so much as close to tearing, but being stretched much more than an ass was supposed to be stretched. I was full of his cock. And I knew from reading stories about this he was also growing thicker. At least that is what it felt like. Fortunately for me, he slowed after just a few minutes. His cock was definitely thicker, but he did not knot me. I could feel him try to push his knot in, but he never succeeded. What did feel strangely good was when I felt him cum. He stopped completely and I could feel my insides get filled with a hot liquid. I could feel it very distinctly. Though I was not at all horny at this point I felt a tremendous mind fuck. Hell, I had now been fucked by a dog! Hell, I had now been raped by a dog! At least he was kind enough to make me cum before he raped me. Somehow that made it better in my mind. It is funny how your mind can rationalize things sometimes.
He continued to cum in me for a few minutes. I wasn’t sure my insides had much room left for his cum. Despite the size of the cock some of his cum pushed its way out of my ass and down my legs. Even my cock and balls were soaked with his cum. Several minutes after that I could feel him begin to get restless. He was like a typical guy. Once he cums he is done and wants to get away. He started squirming on my back and managed to turn himself around. He was now pointed away from me. His paws back on the floor. He tried pulling away, but he was still firmly entrenched in my ass. I suddenly feared that neither his cock nor my ass would give. Instead what if he managed to pull me and the stand and the base across the room? My keys were set to fall in a certain place right in front of me and within reach of my hands. What if he was strong enough to move the whole contraption? I would be stuck until someone missed me and came over to check on me. What if it were my kids? My head filled up with these thoughts. But George stopped pulling. He seemed to know he was not ready to plop out of me. So he waited patiently occasionally testing the bond between us. After a few minutes he pulled one last time and he did indeed plop out. Plop is the only word that adequately describes that moment. I heard him go into the hall and lay down. I could hear him licking at himself. I am sure he was cleaning his cock. Despite all the stories I have ever read on K9 sex, George did not clean me at all. No licking up the mess he made of my ass. Nothing. Fucker.
So I laid there and waited for my keys. I guessed I still had an hour or so to go. But I really couldn’t be sure. I had no clock to look at. I knew I was a fucking mess. Mentally fulfilled, physically in some pain. But in no distress. I felt a fucking smile on my face, like I was the kinkiest person on the planet. Yet this ordeal was not what I wanted. It was what George wanted. Plain and simple. I had been his bitch and I didn’t feel too weird about it. Although weird enough that I have never told anyone until now. But I have the anonymity of the internet to protect me. So I guess I still haven’t told anyone about it.
My pain in my ass gradually subsided to the point where I still felt stretched but empty. As my mind recalled the fucking George had giving me I became aware that my cock was again getting hard. I have almost always been a one and done kind of guy, so this was surprising to say the least. I found myself grinding again at the leather on the back of the stand. I needed to cum again despite having just been taken by my dog. I ground away but only succeeded in frustrating myself. I was hard but I could not cum. Knowing that it was not going to happen and I still had some time before I could unlock myself, I called for George as best I could. Sure, I could have waited and let the frustration build until the keys dropped. I again made a choice. George came walking into the room. I tried to encourage him to lick my poor cock. I am sure he had no clue what I was telling him to do. But he had his own ideas.
He went behind me and again jumped up onto my back. He was going to fuck me again. I heard a noise in front of me and recognized the sound of my keys falling in front of me. I grabbed them easily and started to move the keys around so that I could unlock myself. However, George started grinding his huge cock against my ass. I stopped trying to unlock myself and instead concentrated on relaxing for what I hoped was going to come. He found his mark easily this time and drove himself right into me. He grabbed my sides and basically locked himself onto me. My sides were still very tender from his first fucking. They hurt even more this time. However, my ass didn’t seem to mind his intrusion. He felt powerful and began his second assault on my poor ass. There was some pain, but it did not last. It turned into pressure and I could deal with that. He fucked me furiously and my mind fuck was back and living in my brain. I realized that I was thinking for him to fuck me. Harder. Faster. I wanted him to mate me. It was so fucking naughty. My cock was hard and I was trying to push back on him. He fucked me for what seemed like a long time. I remember thinking that he was again like a typical guy. It was taking him much longer the second go round. He rested his body on top of mine while still fucking me at incredible speeds. He was drooling on my back and it was running down my shoulder and down the side of my face mingling with my own drool. I could feel his cock growing thicker and I could feel his knot right at my ass. But it was just too big to push into me. I felt like I had to pee and realized later that it was the friction he was causing by rubbing against my prostate. I ground as much as I could trying to cum. I wanted to cum with him. I desperately wanted to cum with him. I failed, but it didn’t bother me. Having George fuck me and use me was all the pleasure I really needed. He slowed down again and I could feel his cum shooting into me. It was a great head rush. He was cumming in me and it felt wonderful. I felt full and I did not want it to end. George relaxed and put his full weight on me. My precious stand was now bearing all our weight. George’s cock was buried inside me and was not going anywhere for the moment. I hoped he would just take all the time he needed.
After about 20 minutes he moved off me and plopped out of my ass. He retreated to clean himself again. I stayed on my stand for another 10 minutes or so. I felt weak. I felt used. I felt great. And I knew this was not going to be the last time this happened. I used my keys to unlock the handcuffs. I loosened my right strap, withdrew my arm and then reversed my ratcheting device and removed my other arm. I undid the strap holding my body to the stand. I slowly maneuvered my fingers to loosen the ball gag strap so I could pull it out of my mouth. It took all my remaining strength to push my self up to a kneeling position so that I could undo my legs straps and cuffs. Once done I crawled over to George and sat down next to him. I grabbed a nearby rag and put it under me as my ass was leaking his cum. I rubbed his head and began rubbing my straining cock. As hoped George quit cleaning himself and started licking the head of my cock. Despite already having cum the sensation was too good to not cum again in a matter of a minute. And as I shot George eagerly licked at the head to get as much of my cum as he could. My orgasm was explosive. He kept licking the head of my cock until it no longer felt good. But I let him continue to lick. I was exhausted and I had this submissive need to let him do whatever he wanted. It was as if he owned my cock and if he wanted to lick then so be it. It did not matter if it felt good or it did not. It was his decision.
When he was done and was showing no more interest in me he laid his head down and quickly drifted off to sleep. I managed to get to my feet wobbly as they were and head toward the bathroom. I sat down on the throne. I was going to take a shower, but felt too weak to take one. Instead I managed to get into my bed (with a towel under me) and took probably all of 15 seconds to fall asleep myself.
It was three hours since I first locked myself onto my stand. It was the most memorable three hours of my life.

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Alright, a little background, this is a true story, it involves incest – if that’s not your thing, don’t read it. It’s about two cousins, Sarah, 16 and Chris, 18. Enjoy.
Sarah was super excited. For most of her life her cousin Chris had lived pretty far away from where she was and she hadn’t seen him in four years. But now he was coming near to where she lived for college.
Sarah and Chris had always been pretty close when they were around each other. They enjoyed talking to each other and helping each other out with whatever each needed. Sarah had felt an extra special connection with Chris though, ever since that night four years ago when he had shared with her one of his darkest secrets – Chris had told her that night about how he had fucked a girl back when he was just 14, at his school, in a classroom no less. Sarah at the time, being only 12 hadn’t really thought about sex and all that stuff much, but she just knew that when Chris was telling her that story she felt very good because he was trusting her with that, and she was surprised, she started to have this idea about if she had been the girl that chris had fucked. Sarah had known the basics of sex then, that a guy put his cock in a girl’s slit to make a baby but she hadn’t quite hit puberty fully enough to yet be developed or to have masturbated yet.
Now everything was going to be different. Chris was going to be back around, and Sarah was now a very well developed 16 year old girl who had been through a few boyfriends (she was still a virgin though, she only had gone so far as to do some oral stuff with her last boyfriend, though she had broken her hymen when she was 14 by sticking her hairbrush up her pussy.) Sarah was prepared for sex though, she was on birth control and was quite the horny teenage girl, she had just been waiting – she had always known she wanted her cousin chris to be her first cock in pussy experience.
Finally, the day came. Chris arrived in town and, it being the summer, came to live in the basement apartment of Sarah’s house. Sarah’s parents at first weren’t sure about having a soon to be college student in the house with their teenage daughter but, them being cousins and chris coming from a good christian family like their own (so they thought) it wouldn’t be a big deal.
“Sarah, guess who’s at the front door!” my mom yelled. I immediately knew it was Chris, I had been waiting for him for ages. I flew down the stairs and to the front of the hallway where the door was, and there Chris stood, 6 feet tall, dirty blonde hair with just the right kind of highlights that looked natural but added something really sexy to his flowing, wavy hair. Chris had a strong, defined face and had clearly been working out in the last few years since he had been around, he was chiseled. His tight american eagle shirt showed off every well defined muscle in his torso.
I ran into his arms, screaming, and hugged him tightly. He definitely had been working out, he squeezed me back, very firmly. I felt so at home in his arms.
“Well hello there, Sarah!” Chris sorta laughed, muffled by my face and hair in his face. I stood back from our embrace and looked at Chris again, I saw him do the quickest of looks – you know the typical guy glance up and down they do to see a girl’s assets, you know what I mean. And I knew he wouldn’t be disappointed. I was 5′ 10. Wore a D-Cup and was wearing my tightest shirt and gym shorts that molded to my solid ass. I definitely wanted to impress him first thing.
“You’ve sort of grown up a bit since I last saw you, wow. You’ll always be that little 12 year old girl to me though!” said Chris. I hated that last bit, I wasn’t 12 any more. I was going to show him!
My dad interjected at this point and offered to show chris the way down to his room in the basement. So chris grabbed his stuff and followed my dad down the hall and down the stairs.
My mom looked over at me, “Glad to see your cousin after all these years?” she asked. “Yes of course I am. I’ve missed him.” I replied. “Shame he’s related,” my mom joked. “He is Fine.” “Eeeewww mom.” I hissed. “Don’t be so gross.” “I’m only joking honey” she replied. “Now go get washed up for dinner.”
Several uneventful days passed after this, our family and chris getting caught up and get chris settled into life in the new city. Chris and I hadn’t talked a whole lot but had talked about school and friends and some about our dating lives. He said that he hadn’t dated much, just a couple girls, and nothing too serious. I loved the sound of that. I wanted him all to myself!
I wanted to move our relationship forward from just two cousins who were friends to, what I had been masturbating too for a couple years now, hardcore fuck buddies. I was pretty sure I was in love with him, but I would settle just for being able to be intimate with him if he didn’t return those feelings. Luckily for me, the perfect opportunity presented itself about a week and a half after Chris arrived at my house.
“Honey, your dad and I are going away for the weekend. We haven’t had the chance to have a weekend off by ourselves in a while and we feel that, now that Chris is around and he has a car and everything, he can watch out for you for a bit.” I tried as hard as I could to not sound utterly gleeful. “Oh, okay… yeah I guess that will be fine.” I replied. “Now we’ve already told Chris you aren’t allowed to bring any boys over or throw a crazy party.” my mom teased. Fine by me, I thought to myself, I have the boy I want already over! “I know, I know mom. I wouldn’t do that anyway. But chris is responsible, i’m sure he’ll keep me out of trouble.” “Alright, we’ll we’re heading out, we’ve already cleared this with Chris and he said he would be fine. He should be back in an hour or two.” “You two have fun while we’re gone.”
I looked out the window to make sure that my mom and dad and actually gotten in the car and left. Ah, they were actually gone. Planning time. I needed to setup a situation where I could let Chris know I wasn’t that little girl he thought I was any longer. Ah, perfect – I knew where dad had stashed some of his porn dvds… I could put one of them in and then ask chris if he felt like a movie…
I picked out my sluttiest outfit as well. A tight fitting mini dress that was low cut and ended barely below my nether regions. And I put on my lacy red bra with matching thong. And boy was it a thong. It had so little material, it basically was a string, with a round piece of material where it would cover my asshole and a little bit wider where it very barely covered my slit. I was totally ready for tonight. Right when I finished getting the porn video ready I heard a car pull into the drive way. Ah finally chris was back. He had been out at the gym. He walked in and I said, “Hey, my parents already left but I was thinking pizza and a movie for tonight, sound alright?” he replied “oh yeah sounds great, i’m just going to go take a quick shower.”
Oh, the idea of chris in the shower started some juices flowing already. I am a pretty horny person, especially for girls. I ordered a large pizza and some soda, all the while fantasizing about what Chris looked like in the shower… I imagined him soaping up his muscular body, cleaning his large cock (i imagined it was bigger, I hadn’t seen anything… yet). I couldn’t wait to try and get that cock inside of me. I’d been waiting for this 4 years and wasn’t going to wait too much damn longer.
The pizza arrived right about the same time chris came down wearing some chino shorts and a nice tight shirt that showed off his muscles nicely. We ate some pizza and made small talk, then we went into the den to start the movie. “What movie did you pick?” Asked Chris. “Oh, it’s a bit of a surprise.” I whispered to him. We both sat on the couch and I grabbed the remote and hit play… the opening credits were going and you wouldn’t know it was a porno… I lay my head against one side of the couch and swung my legs up, laying across it so my legs were in Chris’ lap. This positioning had the advantage of allowing chris, when he looked across to me, to see up my dress pretty easily. Something he noticed quickly when he did just that. He slightly blushed, and looked back at the tv. That’s when the porno started in earnest. “What the hell?” Chris looked from the tv to me. “Why are you watching this?” He got up quickly and went out of the room. I heard him heading down the stairs. I quickly stopped the porno and nearly was in tears. My plan definitely wasn’t going like I had hoped. I waited there for a few minutes, panicked, not knowing if I should go downstairs or not. I decided to just go up to my room and change first, then go down to talk to him.
I walked into my room pushed the door so it was open just a crack, habit I suppose, and pulled off my shirt. I had just finished unsnapping my bra, and tears were just starting to trickle down my face, when I heard the door swing open behind me, I turned around, forgetting I had on no bra, and there stood Chris. He looked at me, realized that I was half naked and looked away and started to leave.
“No, wait!” I yelled. I quickly grabbed the shirt and pulled it on. He turned back towards me. “Okay I think we need to talk.” He said quickly, still blushing a bit. But I noticed that his chino pants had a slight tent at the front. “Yeah we do. I’m sorry Chris… it’s just… do you remember all those years ago when you confided in me that story, about having sex with that girl in school?” “Yeah,” he said hesitantly. “Well ever since then, I’ve sorta had a crush on you.” I replied.
“Oh, shit. Sarah, look. You’re beautiful and everything but, we’re cousins. You know this is wrong. It would be incest.” “I know that!” I said defiantly. “But I can’t change how I feel about you. But I am sorry I was so into letting you know that I thought putting on that porno would be good.”
“It’s okay sarah… I mean, I do watch porn. It was just being there with you on the couch and you choosing that and… well I knew that I would end up trying to fuck you and I knew that we were cousins and I didn’t want to risk screwing things up, so that’s why I ran out.”
“… you, you would have fucked me?” I said timidly.
“God damn, yes.” “You are so hot Sarah. I hope you know that. Your body is amazing. And your tight ass… Any guy would want to tap that.”
“Do you really mean that?” I said.
“Yes of course. You are beautiful!” Chris said.
“Oh chris, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to hear you say that…” “I haven’t even had sex, because I wanted you to be my first.” I semi- whispered, not wanting to be rejected.
“Oh God, sarah. We’re cousins though… but.. I mean my heart says yes but my mind says that is wrong… but, I actually have thought, since that day I told you that – I mean you were the only one I told. I feel like I love you, more than just as cousins.” Chris said all this very fast, looking into my eyes.
“Oh Chris, I love you, so much. I’ve loved you since that night too!” “And i don’t care that we’re cousins. We’re in love, and I want you to have me.” “And I want to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever felt.” I said this more strongly, knowing now that he felt the same way about me.
“Come here.” was all Chris said.
I walked over to him… and just inches from him I paused… then he leaned towards me, and kissed me. and then kissed me again. And then we were making out. Heavily. His hands started to run down my arms, to my sides, down, to my ass. then one hand in from, running across my stomach, down towards my pussy. His hand stopped, cupped just over my pussy. We continued kissing as he slowly steered me towards my bed behind us. We fell onto it and were still kissing as now his hands ran over my chest and cupped by breasts. He felt all around them and squeezed them. God it felt soo damn good. Now I REALLY had juices flowing down there. I could tell the little fabric that was my thong was pretty soaking wet. I broke off the kiss for a moment and pulled on his shirt, upwards. He got the hint.
He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and I got a look at his 18 year old, athletic bod. Damn he was sculpted. As I was taking this in his hands were already on my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. Then it was off, and my breasts were there again, for him to delight in. “Oh damn” chris moaned. “You aren’t that little 12 year old any more.” I was so happy in that moment. His hands now ran all over my exposed breasts, pinching and pulling on them, cupping and bouncing as we kissed. Then he broke the kiss, and his face moved down. And he took my right nipple in his mouth and ran his tongue around it and then sucked on it. Oh god this felt so good. He was so much better than any other boy I had fooled around with before. Then he nibbled on it a bit, painful at first but soo nice. then he switched, doing the same thing to my left nipple and his right hand ran down and again was cupping and rubbing the area of my pussy. Then he moved his hand up to the waist band of the shorts and started to pull them downwards… I helped him eagerly, I pulled them off quickly, nothing left put a tiny string really, between him and my glories. he moved his hands down towards my thong, rubbed the area right to either side of my pussy lips and then, without really having to try, broke my thong. I wasn’t complaining at all. So there it was, my slit for him to see without any cover. He moaned in delight.
As soon as he had broken my thong he started to lick his way down from my forehead, down my nose, across my lips, down my neck, my chest – pausing to lick at each nipple, then down my stomach, swirled around a bit at my belly button, down down, and stopped at the very top of my vagina. he licked all around my slit, teasingly, slowly. I was breathless, and oh so wet. But then I pushed his face away and motioned to his shorts – “Those come off before you get your reward.” I said impishly. He pulled those things off so quickly, boxer shorts and all. There it was, the cock I had been waiting for all these years. And I was not let down. There was a cock that was rock hard, throbbing, and about 8 and a half or 9 inches. It was really thick too. Bigger than any other cocks I had seen, for sure. He moved back towards my pussy, licking around, and now his tongue darted across the folds of my pussy lips. Back and forth – then suddenly, he stabbed his tongue inwards. It breached the lips of my pussy and I felt that foreign object in my wetness. It felt so amazing. then he was back out. I wasn’t about to be teased any longer. I grabbed his stiff rod, pulled it towards me and stuck it in my mouth and started to suck as hard as I could, all the while running my tongue around it and across the head of it. Then I pushed it even further in, making it go down into my throat, and I kept it there until I gagged. Then I did it again. I pulled his cock out now. DAMN it was even a bit bigger. Probably 9 and a half inches and a few inches thick. I knew he was ready now. His head went back down to my pussy and his tongue went in and out about 30 times super quickly. I was sooo damn wet.
“Enough!” I screamed in ecstasy. “I want you in me right this second!! Fuck me with that fucking baseball bat of yours!” And I moved my pussy towards his cock and he moved his cock closer. “Are you totally sure about this?” he asked, lovingly, but breathlessly. “yes i’m sure, and I even already got rid of that damn hymen for you.” He gave me a look. “Not like that, I told you I am a virgin, I stuck a long hairbrush up my pussy when I was 13.” He laughed. “Alright,” he said, “Here I come.” and he stuck his thick rod all the way up my pussy. And even further, It felt like he had extended my pussy more than I even knew possible. I yelled out and moaned in the same moment, it was good no one was around. “OH MY FUCKING GOD THAT FEELS SO DAMN GOOD. KEEP THAT MONSTER COCK IN ME CHRIS!! FUCK ME HARD WITH THAT THING!” and he did.
He pounded in and out of my pussy, I was pretty sure I would have bruises. I could hear his ball sac pounding against my ass as his monster cock pounded and stretched my pussy so much. After about two minutes of this he asked me, still pounding, “are you on the pill, or, I have some condoms downstairs, I could go get one, or two.” he added that last bit with a laugh. “No, i’m on the pill it’s fine. You’re not stopping this, no matter what!!” “I want you to fuck my brains out every single hour of every day from now til I die because you’ve filled me with so fucking much sperm!! hear me damn it! Keep fucking fucking me!!” And he did, he pounded harder. I started screaming and bucking – oh god this was what an orgasm from this felt like – “OH GOD FUCK FUCK FUCK, I’m cumming soo fucking hard!! AHHHH.” I yelled and dug my nails into his back. He just kept on pounding. And I kept orgasming. It felt like I was in one constant orgasm for about a minute. It was so fucking heavenly. And then right as I was coming down from it, something totally unexpected, he stuck one of his fingers in his mouth, and then, quickly, took his wet finger, stuck it in my pussy along with his cock, pulled it out and literally rammed it up my arsehole. I was cumming again with that. “AHHH, OH GOD THAT HURT BUT THAT WAS SOO GOOD!!” I yelled. and he was pounding and moving his finger in my anus and then, boom, I felt something, his hot sperm was splashing all around the inside of my pussy, pump, pump, pump, he blew his steaming load all into me while still fingering my asshole. “AHHH, oh god!! Ohh oh oh.. god.. fuck.” He moaned and yelled while he was still blowing his load. It felt like he was pumping a galleon of sperm into my beaten up pussy. Finally, as he blew his last bit of sperm, he pulled his finger out of my asshole. and started to shakily pull his cock out of my pussy.
“OH my god, that was so fucking good!!” I said to him. “Oh yes it damn well was. You are such a goddess Sarah. Oh god, your pussy is amazing!!” “Oh and i’m sorry about the finger in your asshole, that was something I kinda started doing a year ago and well, i’m just used to it..” He said. “Oh it’s alright, it really hurt but then it made me cum again so hard!” We both just sorta lay there, tired from the really hard fucking we had just been doing, then Chris moved… “Ah, oh god.” He had just stuck 3 of his fingers into my now, very sensitive pussy and was moving them around… then he pulled them out and said, “here, suck on this” moving his fingers towards my mouth… I didn’t really want to suck on this fingers, covered in my juices and his sperm, at first, but then I did and it tasted well, kinda nice. “Oh, that’s not so horrible.” I said.
Then chris started to lick at my pussy, he stuck his tongue in and out and then, it was like he was a fucking vacuum cleaner, he was sucking out my juices and sperm and then he came up from my pussy and started french me again. This turned me on, tasting him and myself on his tongue and in his mouth.
“Oh my God Chris, thank you so much for this. It was soo fucking great.” “We have to keep doing this.”
“Oh yes, we will.” Chris smiled. He had a bit of a strange look in his eye…
We both went and showered – separately, because we needed some time to recharge after all that. Then we went back downstairs to the couch and started up that porno I had put in. I had just picked a random dvd and not paid any attention to what it was… but then it started. This was a porno about going all anal. Chris seemed to be into it but I knew that I was pretty scared of having his monster cock anywhere near my asshole. It had already bruised and stretched my pussy – and my pussy was made for his cock! My poor asshole would be torn to pieces! During the movie chris started stroking me and kissing me, and he pulled me closer. Then his hands again moved into my thong, (I was just wearing a thong, nothing else) and he was fingering me.. then me moved again to my asshole and started to move one of his fingers around the rim and then, again pushed up into it. “Ahh, chris, stop it. I don’t really know about this asshole stuff.” but he didn’t stop.
he kept pushing his finger in and out, and pulled me tighter to him. Then he pulled my thong all the way off and now, now he was trying to stick another finger up there!! “Ahh chris I said stop it! That is tearing up my ass!” Chris now though had a strange look in his eyes, and then I remembered what he had said about watching that porno. He would have fucked me and wouldn’t be able to stop.. that’s what he had said. And unfortunately, he was fixed in on my ass! Chris bear hugged me around my middle and started to carry me down stair to his room. Oh good I thought, away from that anal video, maybe now he will stop… I was mistaken.
He threw me on to his bed and got on top of me. He pinned me down as he fumbled with his right hand in the drawer of the armoire right next to his bed – there he grabbed something.. Oh shit I thought, handcuffs. He snapped one end to my right hand and the other to the frame of the bed. Then the other handcuff he put on my left hand and the frame of the bed. Then he got off me for a second.
“Chris!” i yelled “what are you doing!?”
“I’m going to show you a really great time,” he replied “and I know you wouldn’t let me normally, so sorry but I am going to keep you tied up.” and he grabbed two bungie cords from across the room and used those to tie my feet to the other end of the bed. Now I was totally unable to move around. I was totally at his mercy. My legs were pretty far spread apart and he crawled up towards me and started tongue fucking my pussy again. He did this for about a minute… then he licked down out of my pussy down the lips and now around towards the back and, gasp, he was licking around my asshole! Then his tongue passed right over my asshole and he flicked it back and forth. I was thinking how gross this was and then, wetness, his tongue was now slightly inserted into my asshole. He swirled his tongue around in my ass for a bit, then he removed his face from down there. Again he walked over to the other side of the room and grabbed a bottle of something… He came back over.. “KY Jelly” I could make out on it. Oh Shit. “Chris, what do you think you are doing. I forbid you from putting your fucking cock in my arsehole!! It will hurt me so much!!” He just laughed. He came over and squeezed on the bottle.. a stream of the jelly fell onto his cock and he used his hands to rub it in all over his cock… then he squeezed some all around my ass crack and then started to move it around and it was all around my hole and now, his fingers were rubbing it into my asshole! Then he put the head of the bottle up against my asshole and squeezed, I could feel the cold liquid shooting into my asshole. I shuttered and yelled. “Chris, I said fucking stop it!!”
“Just relax.” he said. “I know what i’m doing!” and now he had his cock up near my asshole and the head of his giant prick was rubbing around the outside of my ass… and then he was pressing up into my asshole… and he was inching in so slowly and I was crying, I was in so much pain, and then he stopped. He was only a bit of the way in but my asshole was so tight, even with the lube, he couldn’t keep going. “Well shit.” he said. “You have the tightest asshole ever, I’m going to love fucking it so much!!” “But first I am going to have to get it ready.” He got off of me and walked into his bathroom that was connected off the room… I heard water running, it sounded like he was filling up a bottle or something… what was he doing, I wondered to myself. Then a couple minutes later he came back in with a bag filled with water connected to a kind of hose thing with a nozzle at the end.
“Oh FUCK NOOOO. Chris, you cannot give me an ENEMA FUCKING NO WAY.” I yelled and thrashed about.
“Just relax, this is good for your body.” Chris calmly replied, a grin on his face… he advanced. I kept thrashing about and tried to make it where he couldn’t get to my asshole but, I was tied so tightly, I couldn’t really move much. He got back on top of me and started to move the nozzle towards my ass. Seeing the nozzle closer I noticed It was like a butt plug, It was made to get in then hook in. I wasn’t going to be able to remove it. He positioned the nozzle against my hole and then, pop – he pushed it all the way it to my ass. Then he kept moving it in further, hose disappearing in the depths of my ass. “Oh FUCK NO, that feels SO FUCKING UNCOMFORTABLE ARRGH.” I hated the feeling. Chris laughed, “oh just wait.”
He placed the bag of water up on the top of the bed posts and then turned a switch at that end of the hose, water started running out of the bag, and a split second later I felt a steady stream pouring into my anus. “OH GODDDD AHHH, OHhhh.” I yelled. I could already feel my ass extending, I saw that my stomach was growing. It was a huge bag of water, several galleons at least. “CHRIS FOR FUCKS SAKE STOP IT PLEASE!!” He didn’t. The bag was half empty by now and my stomach was huge. I looked 5 months pregnant and I was having the worst cramps ever. I was in such pain. Then chris did something horrible. he started poking at my stomach. “AHHHH SHIITTTT FUCKING SHIT GOD AHHH.” It felt so bad. he stopped the water coming in, detached the hose from the nozzle but, the nozzle stayed in, acting like a butt plug.
Then chris repositioned himself so his dick was up near my face and he pushed his dick into my mouth and started throat fucking me. He was ramming his cock into me so hard and that caused my body to jiggle and that made my stomach and anus hurt so much! He throat fucked me for like 2 minutes. Then finally he stopped and pulled out. “Chris, please.” I whispered hoarsely from my sore throat. “Pull out that plug and put me out of this pain!”
“alright” he said “you’ve had that water in you long enough.” He went and got a bucket and lifted my ass and positioned the bucket under it, then he stuck his finger into the loop of the nozzle and pulled. It came out slowly at first but then with a “POP” it came totally out and a mass of brown water and flakes of shit started pumping out of me. It seemed like it was probably 5 or 6 minutes before it all stopped pouring out of me.
“Ah ha” said chris now. “Now you are ready, your asshole will take my cock now.” “Believe me sarah, that may have hurt but you are going to realize that it was all to make you feel amazing.”
He stuck his dick back in my mouth for about 30 seconds, getting it back as hard as it could be. Then he moved back down to near my ass. He looked down and said “Oh wow, your ass hole is so big and clean now Sarah.” And then he stuck his dick right on in. Fully, until his balls slammed against my ass. And I screamed. It hurt like hell at first, but then it felt like heaven. I was cumming by the third time he pounded into me. Oh fucking hell that felt so good. “OHH GOD SARAH!! THANK YOU! Your ass feels SOOO FUCKING GOOD MILKING MY COCK OH!! he pounded my ass raw for about 8 minutes and then finally, I nearly passed out from all the cumming, he came. And boy did he come. By the time he was done huge things of cum were already running out of my spent asshole.
By the end of that day I had cum probably about 50 times, and I had been taught that sex was the greatest thing ever. And that sex with Chris was the greatest thing ever, times a million.
“I have something even better planned for tomorrow.” chris whispered into my ear late that night as we were laying in bed.
“Oh, I can’t fucking wait!” I smiled back. My pussy twitching in anticipation.

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On the day of the big run, everybody was leathered up. Our colors were flying. I was dressed in my jacket and a pair of jeans cut so short that they were more like panties. They barely covered my pussy lips. Most of the girls were dressed like me. I kissed my beautiful piss girl and headed to my ride.
I mounted up behind my boyfriend. He knew owned me and showed me off like his prized bitch. Most of the bruises, whip marks, and scratches on my body had healed. I knew they would be replaced by new ones soon. The only thing that I had on my mind was the excitement of the run. My ears filled with the sound of a hundred motorcycles cranking up and roaring to life. It sounded like thunder.
My boyfriend gave his bike the gas and off we flew. It wasn’t long before the sun grew higher and it got warmer. The girls started taking off their leather coats and tucking them under their butts. Next came off the tops. I stripped with the rest of the girls. Soon there were a hundred pairs of tits bouncing down the road. Some of the girls were rubbing their boobs up against the backs of the bikers in front of them. They knew their place was to keep their boyfriends happy.
Heads turned when we stopped for gas. The girls went around back of the station to squat and pee. Some just carried their cut offs back to the bikes and stuffed them the saddle bags. We all got cokes and beers to chug before we got back on the road. Two of the girls shook up their beers and sprayed each other to cool down. Bikers were licking the beer off their tits and asses. Several of the girls including me got bent over a bike seat and quickie fucked. As we headed out, I could feel the cum running out of my pussy and onto the bike seat. I reached down and wiped as much up as I could with my fingers and licked them clean. The vibration of the motorcycle between my legs always gets me hot. I was grinding my pussy into the seat and pinching my tits as we rode. I got hotter and hotter until I came. My whole body shook. I whispered into my boyfriends ear that I wanted him to fuck me again. He told me that I would fuck plenty tonight.
The club would meet up with other clubs and pimp us girls out for drugs and guns. The other clubs could be pretty rough with chicks that didn’t belong to them. I didn’t worry about that. The wind was in my hair and I just kept grinding my wet pussy into the vibrating seat of the hog I was riding. Truckers would honk the big horns on their eighteen wheelers as we passed them. The girls would flash tits and ass and laugh as the trucks nearly ran off the road. A state trooper was parked on the side of the road as we came over a hill. He had a bike pulled over. I thought shit! But then I saw him just smile as we passed his open patrol car door. The head of our cute little blonde was bobbing up and down in his lap as he reached down to squeeze one of her tits. He would come and they could go. Just part of the price of riding through these little towns without getting thrown in jail. I was sure I would be sucking off a cop or two before this ride was through.
We stopped to eat and gas up early in the afternoon. Several of the girls just walked on in naked as jaybirds. Before the manager could object, one of the bikers handed him a large wad of twenty dollar bills. Everybody got whatever they wanted. Somebody turned the music up on the juke box and there were girls dancing on tables everywhere in the place. The manager just shook his head as some of the locals headed for the door. He probably figured that he would get the shit beaten out of him if he objected to what was going on. He was probably right.
I got up and danced. I saw that my boyfriend was paying close attention to me so I slipped off of the table and gave him a lap dance. Even though he had fucked me earlier, I could feel his hard on through his jeans. I unzipped him and sucked his beautiful cock into my mouth. I was working his meat farther down my throat when I felt a hard slap on my ass. My piss girl hit me again and told me to suck him good. I did. As I got him deep in my throat, I began to bob up and down so the head of his cock was getting a lot of stimulation. I felt my nipples being pinched which told me that piss girl was right behind me. I could feel her tits massaging my back as I sucked my biker faster and faster. When I came up for a breath of air, piss girl took my place. She soon had her lips on his balls. I could see her throat bulge as his cock went down her windpipe. I stuck my middle finger up her asshole and finger fucked her ass as she throated my boyfriend.
We took turns sucking his cock and fondling each other. Finally I could feel his dick start to pulse and soon I had another mouthful of his hot seed. Before I swallowed all of it, I turned to my cock sucking helper and French kissed her. Our tongues swirled around each other mixing with the hot cum. Together we drank the spunk. I love cum. I love kissing this girl. My boyfriend loves it all. Life is good.
I got up off my knees and chugged a beer. Then it was back on the chopper and out on the road. We traveled ‘til nearly dark. I could see campfires burning as we turned down a dirt road and pulled up to an open field full of hundreds of bikes. There were several clubs all wearing their colors. The smell of weed was floating through the air and everyone had a bottle of something or other to drink. My boyfriend went off with several guys and the girls and I stayed by the bikes passing around a joint that one of the girls had lit up.
A big biker from another club walked over and looked us over real good. Here were seven or eight good looking chicks standing around naked smoking weed and getting high. He came up to piss girl and looked her tits and tat up real close. He said something about taking all of us when the trade was made. I had a good idea as to what he meant.
Sure enough, my boyfriend and some others came back and told us that the club needed drugs and guns and the other clubs had both. We would be traded for both. They rounded us up by a campfire and started auctioning us off. I think I got traded for four shotguns. I asked my boyfriend if I was gone for good. He quickly assured me that I was just on loan for the weekend. He told me that I had better be good or they would have to give back the guns. I knew that would get me a hard beating so I made up my mind to do anything demanded of me.
The biker who bought me took me by the hand and lead me to some woods down by a creek. He took off his belt and held both of my hands in one of his. I thought I was going to get the belt used on my ass but instead, he used it to tie me to a tree. When I was good and secure, he unzipped and rubbed his cock between my pussy lips as he got hard. I could feel his monster meat grow and then push into my hole. He was soon pounding my pussy so hard that that my ass was getting smashed against the tree. He was getting really deep into my cunt as he picked up speed. His teeth were all over my tits. The harder he fucked me, the harder he bit my breasts.
I was getting hot. I begged him to fuck my harder. I told him that I would do anything to please him. This drove him to grind into me even harder. This guy was going to get his money’s worth. I screamed as he filled my fuck hole with his cock. My ass was getting raw as it crashed into the tree bark. Still he pounded me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held him as he jack hammered my dripping snatch. A solid hour passed without a break from the wild sensations caused by his manhood in my hungry pussy. I begged for more. He gave me more. He made me release my leg lock from around his waist and spun me around and fucked me doggie style. I pushed against the tree to try to keep my nipples from ramming the rough bark in front of me.
I thought about being gang fucked back at the club. Most of those guys just fucked me for a few minutes. As soon as they shot their wads into me, they rolled off and left. I would watch them pull up their jeans as they walked off. I would soon feel their man juice running down between my thighs and that would be it until the next biker wanted some of my pussy. The guy who had me tied to this tree was different. He seemed to be liking what he was getting. I even wondered if he might be thinking of keeping me.
I could smell his body as his sweat dripped onto my back. He smacked my ass as if to tell me to work harder at pushing back against his giant dick. I heard myself telling him that I could take it up the ass if he wanted it. He told me that we had all weekend and that he would get to my ass in due time. I was sure that my throat would get a good work out as well.
I could feel a climax building deep between my legs. I could hardly catch my breath. We were both dripping with sweat. It mixed with the pussy juice running down my leg. I screamed as I shuddered to orgasm. My legs went limp. I just hung from my wrists, almost passing out. He kept torturing my sopping fuck hole with his monster cock. Even though I was light headed from my come, I ached for more. I ground my ass into his oncoming rod. Even tears started to run down my cheeks. This biker had fucked me to tears! Another orgasm was building in my pussy. This one took a little longer but was even more intense. Again my body shook and trembled as wave after wave of lust racked my cunt. Yet a third climax started in my clit. I had heard of girls coming for hours and passing out from their climax but it had never happened to me until now.
There was no end to this man’s stamina. I wanted to be his slave. I wanted to have his baby. Boom! Another climax hit me. I could no longer support myself. The belt tying my wrists to the tree was the only thing preventing my collapse to the ground. He took a vice like grip of my hips with his powerful hands and continued his unyielding assault on my well stretched pussy. Stroke after stroke reamed my cunt. A second hour passed as he fucked me senseless. Then finally he let out a groan and shot the biggest load into me that I had ever received. Slowly he stopped pumping me and let himself slide out of my hole. I just hung by my wrist and tried to catch my breath.
Who was this guy? What had just happened to me? After a good while he spoke. He told me that his old lady was pregnant. For her sake, he had not fucked her in a long time. He really did not want to fuck anyone else until he spotted me. I felt flattered beyond belief. He went on to say that he really cared for his woman and the other girls in his club knew it. I was regaining some of my strength. I asked if he thought she would like it if I ate her pussy. I told him that I would gladly be his cum hole. I could be there when either of them needed to be serviced.
He released my hands let me lie flat on the ground. I could see his cock getting hard again. I could hardly believe it when he spread my legs and lifted them up to my head. He plunged into my gaping pussy with one stroke. With long steady strokes he fucked me for another hour. Even though my cunt was raw, I wanted every inch of his manhood. I clawed his back and rubbed his chest with my tits as he brought me to another climax. He finally withdrew his meat and forced it down my throat. I drank his second load as fast as I could but still some of it spilled down my breasts. After he pulled his cock from my mouth, I was able to lap up the spilled seed off of my tits.
I fell asleep under the tree. Passed out was more like it. Sometime later I awoke as my biker worked his hard on up my ass. At last I had this wonder cock up my ass. I held my ass cheeks open to let him get in as far as he could. The pain and pleasure he caused me by both fucking and slapping my ass gave me another orgasm and finally another. I could feel myself filling up with his third load of cum. He rolled off of me and fell to sleep. I laid beside him for awhile and then gave him a tongue bath down his back to his ass. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue as deep as I could into his asshole. I licked and sucked his back passage while rubbing my clit to another climax. We then slept until dawn.
We walked back to his camp. I stopped to wash in the creek. I wanted to look as good as I could for his old lady. If she liked me, maybe I could stay with them both for a while. When I first saw her I knew why this big biker was so devoted. She had long black hair and deep blue eyes. She was beginning to show her pregnancy but her figure was still great. She gave him a big smile and turned to me. Before she could speak, I blurted out how beautiful she looked. I moved close to her and kissed her on the mouth. I told her that I would do anything to please her. She took me by the hand and lead me into their tent. She laid down and handed me some lotion. I stripped her and rubbed her down with the soothing liquid. I poured some on my breast and massaged her back with my nipples. I moved lower and licked her pussy from behind. She arched her beautiful rump into the air to give me better access to her lovely coochie. I wanted her come all over my tongue. I licked her pussy and her asshole as she writhed under me. She grabbed my hair and pulled me into her as she spread her legs to allow my licks to go even deeper into her dripping hole. Tiny moans escaped her parted lips and she shuddered to orgasm. I licked her until she pulled me up to her face and French kissed me deeply. Her old man came in the tent to find us in each other’s arms.
I told them that I knew that I was a whore that was traded for some guns but I felt something deeply for the both of them. My only wish was to make them happy in any way they wished. I don’t know what came over me. I just wanted to please them. I did so for the rest of the weekend. She used my tongue while he used my pussy and ass. I massaged her clit while I sucked his cock. I drank her piss so she would not have to go into the woods. I slept with her thighs as my pillow. She smiled as he slapped my ass while plowing my pussy. She knew the feeling that I was experiencing. I buried my face between her legs to muffle my screams as I would climax for an uncounted number of times.
The weekend passed all to quickly. I was returned to my boyfriend. I was glad to see him but sad to leave my pregnant couple. My boyfriend asked of I had been passed around to the members of the other club. When I told him that I spent all my time with one biker and his old lady, my boyfriend seemed surprised.
I was also happy to see my tall piss girl and the little blonde and the other girls. We all mounted up and headed back out on the open road. We did not go back to the club house as I thought we might. Instead after riding all day, we arrived at a large old house in the country. It was about an hour outside a major city. I wondered what we were doing here but not for long. One of the other girls told us that this was where we would be living and working. It was a whore house owned by the club. The local cops got a cut of the profits and left the place alone.
As we entered the massive front doors, I saw that the ground floor was devoted to a bar and strip club. The upstairs was bedrooms. We each got one. We would be living a fucking in that room from now on. A big blonde woman was in charge of the place. We were told that what she said was law. She told us that the rules were simple. She would collect the money and we would fuck the customers given to us. We all went upstairs to wash. Two young girls came to lead us downstairs to the back. There was a kitchen with a big table. We all set down and were given plenty to eat. There was wine to drink. Then it was out on the floor in front to dance for the customers.
This setup was a gentleman’s dream. Thirty or forty beautiful girls would dance for them. The big blonde would circulate amongst the customers and ask if they wanted something “ special”. The customer would slip her some cash and point to a girl. There were booths in the back corner of the club where the girl would take the guy and give a lap dance which would lead to a blowjob or quickie fuck. Then the girl was back up dancing and waiting for the next paying customer. The drinks were good, the music was good and the girls were great. The place stayed packed.
When a client wanted more than just a blowjob in a booth, he would pay extra to take a girl up to her room. The girl would be told what he had paid for so she could limit his time. If he wanted more he had to pay more. Pretty much anything could be done to a girl if the price was right. It could get rough at times but we had no choice but to take it if that’s what a man wanted. The little blonde had a customer take to her and become a regular. Sometimes we could hear her screams even over the music. She would come out of her room with bite marks and scratches. She had to use makeup to cover up what he had done to her.
Some customers pissed on us. Some liked us to piss on them. I was known as a good ass fuck. I even enjoyed some of my regulars. Sometimes I had to join the little blonde and take a brutal beating. The blonde and I did our best to get the guy off quick. Often we would get off light if he was satisfied quickly. Sometimes he was drunk and took an extra long time whipping us with a riding crop. Then he would bite and claw us while he fucked us as hard as he could. I didn’t mind the beating so much as I hated to see the little blonde crying in pain. She had to beg him to hit her harder as part of the act even though she really did not want to be with him at all.
Some nights we had special parties. The whole place was rented after hours. Several rich men would have the place and the girls to themselves. One of those nights, I was back in a position that reminded me of high school. The customers had me bent over a bar stool with my wrists and ankles tied to the foot rest. When ever any of them pleased, they would come over and ass fuck me. They took turns showing off how deep they could shove their cocks up my butt. One guy bought a whole bottle of booze, took a drink, put the cap back on and shoved it up my ass. While he fucked me up the ass with the bottle, another guy grabbed my hair and shoved his cock down my throat. The other men around the bar starting cheering on the guys abusing me. They could be heard yelling to choke that fucking whore. Shove that bottle farther up my ass they shouted. Everybody was laughing. The more I gagged, the more they laughed. When I finally got a load of cum to swallow, another customer would take his place. The bottle was finally replaced with a hard cock. A very young man stepped up and fucked my ass. I must have been his first ass fuck. He seemed quiet and nervous. The others were not helping him with all their yelling and laughing. None the less, he fucked me good and hard with the stamina of youth. As they all got drunk and went home, I was cut free by my lovely piss girl and helped upstairs for a few hours rest.
The biker club was making a fortune off this place. Even though it took away from profits, the club members came in and took over the place from time to time. My boyfriend and other members took turns with me and the other girls. I sucked the other girls’ pussy juice off of many of the cocks belonging to club members.
At last, one night the giant biker and his pregnant old lady came into the whorehouse. I just about ran to greet them. I told them how I had thought of them all the time. The beautiful black haired, blue eyed pregnant girl said that they had missed me. She wanted me to come live with them and help her raise the child. No more whoring. I would belong to them. They had traded some drugs for me and I was to go with them right now. I ran upstairs to grab a few things. I stopped to kiss as many of the girls goodbye as I could including piss girl and the little blond. As we went out the front door, I wondered as to how the three of us would fit on one bike. Then I saw it. My new owners had come on two bikes. One would be mine. I would be a full member of the new club. The engines roared to life and we were off on a new adventure.

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