http://smutstoriesblog.com smut filthy letters sex stories 4 free porn stories blog xxx stories true Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:18:24 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.1.2 en http://smutstoriesblog.com/smut-bondage-story/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/smut-bondage-story/#comments Wed, 27 Aug 2008 20:18:24 +0000 Administrator smut story free erotic sex story illustrated sex story dirty sex story lesbian teens bisexual_porn http://smutstoriesblog.com/smut-bondage-story/ Stacy half-expected to be ungagged when the guard brushed away her hair and looked for the buckle tightly fastened behind her neck, but when he located it, he simply checked it to make sure that the strap was in its keeper, and then replaced her hair. Stacy groaned deeply in her throat. The guards turned to go, and as the exited the door, they took one last look at their prisoners. They turned, slammed the heavy steel door shut with a loud clang, and then slid a heavy metal bolt into place and placed a padlock on it, locking it into place. One rectangle of light remained, the tray hole, and within twenty seconds this was also slammed shut and locked. The girls, stunned with the hopelessness if the situation, began to weep. Less than an hour ago, they were enjoying dinner in the wilderness with a friend of Fernando, and now they were captured by unknown parties for unknown reasons and were extremely stringently bound and locked away. Even Stacy, who had before enjoyed a temporary indentured status which soon would return by contract, to freedom, was paralyzed with the uncontrolled nature of her situation. Her bondage now seemed far more foreboding and permanent than the contractual bonds that she had assumed for this voyage. Her back was arched by her hogtie, and with her tears, her nose became congested, making it necessary for her to breathe through the corners of her mouth around her ball-gag. Katrina wept quietly in the other cot near Stacy. They were left there for hours. The tears no longer flowed after a period of time, but the hopelessness remained. Their hog-ties were intractable. Prying fingers could loose no knots, and cramps in the back of the legs were the answer to struggle. Knotted to the bed-frame by her neck, Stacy did not dare move around too much, for she could see that falling off the bed could mean death for her. In the total darkness, sounds of weeping subsided, and sleep overtook the pair in spurts, with occasional waking to the pain of the bonds and the depression of this cruel imprisonment. After many hours their prison door opened with a clang. Stacy craned her neck to see who entered. It was Fernando, carrying a knife! "Ten prisa!", he whispered sharply to Katrina. He cut loose the rope from her ankles, rubbed her legs to her hands, and then cut her wrist and neck bonds. She quickly rubbed tortured wrists, and, stumbling a little, went to help him loose Stacy. She did not bother to remove her own ball-gag. They quickly knifed the thin cord around the legs of Stacy, and then they cut the cord from Stacy's neck to the bed frame very close to the bed, leaving them a handle by which to lead her. Her hands were not loosed. Stacy wondered about her disposition. Was this an escape attempt? She supposed that it was. Maybe they were leaving her bound because they did not want her to blow their escape, and maybe she was bound because she was still contracted for it. At any rate, she wished that she had been freed as Katrina had. She did not have a lot to say about it right now. As the two hustled her out of the dark cell, she saw a guard lying on the floor with blood flowing from his head, and she surmised that Fernando had prevailed over him. After several turns, they ran into another guard, and Fernando quickly dispatched him with his knife. Stacy's heart was racing with the danger, but she was dragged and pushed through a door to the outside. The jeep that they had arrived in was outside, and the key was in it. Fernando motioned that Katrina should put Stacy in the front seat, and as he ran around to he driver's seat, he threw her a length of rope. Fernando started the jeep as Katrina, still gagged herself, forcefully tied off Stacy's ankles, and moved into the backseat. Stacy looked into the backseat as Fernando drove wildly off, with no pursuit to see Katrina struggling with the strap on her ball gag, and having very little success. Fernando also looked back and asked, "Esta' cerrado con llave?" Katrina, bouncing back and forth in the backseat, nodded. Her ball gag had been locked on behind her neck! She leaned forward, and held the shoulders of Stacy so she would not fall out. They had made their escape. ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/smut-bondage-story/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/dull/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/dull/#comments Sat, 02 Aug 2008 15:56:39 +0000 Administrator sex story archive big_cocks squirting femdom_sex http://smutstoriesblog.com/dull/ She had called me earlier in the week and told me that mine was almost ready, I had gone over to her place to try the skirt on. I was uncomfortable with how short it was but she laughed it off, reminding me that I was about 20 years behind the times. I didn't want to appear too prudish, I didn't know any of these people and wouldn't be the only one dressed like this, besides it was no worse than what many other women were wearing these days; so I agreed to wear it. I had to admit the outfit didn't look too bad on me, a red and black checked skirt, white blouse, red scarf, black high heels and suntan panty hose. It may have looked all right but it wasn't designed to protect me from the November gusts I shivered and hurried along the sidewalk. Gloria met me at the door, she laughed and asked me if it was going to snow. We stood on the porch and discussed the overcast weather for a moment, until she noticed me shivering. We stepped inside to begin preparations for the evening. Gloria was busy on the phone so I did most of the straightening up, setting up the buffet, etc. About 5:00, a pretty young girl came to the door wearing the same outfit I was in. We introduced each other; Paula was to help me serve. She seemed nice, pert, maybe a little impertinent but friendly enough and I had to admit in that outfit with her figure, she looked smashing. She told me she was a 19 year old student at a nearby JC. I said goodbye to Pete and Chris, Gloria's kids, 16 and 14 respectively. They were going to their own party that night, so they wouldn't be disturbed by ours. They were actually the reason for my friendship with Gloria; Chris was my daughter Karen's best friend. And Pete was Karen's boyfriend. He had always scared me, I thought he might be too "mature" for her, but what could I do? Gloria came down about 7:30. Dave had just gotten home and the guests had just started arriving. Mostly couples, mid twenties to early forties, they were quite well dressed. There were about 25 people in all, including Paula and I. I was introduced to most of the guests and was flattered by the interest all took in me although a little uncomfortable. The women were less friendly, maybe even condescending. It seems that Gloria had mentioned something about me to most of them. I was involved in putting away the guests' coats and serving drinks. At one point I walked by the kitchen and heard Gloria on the phone. Something caught my attention and I froze, listening to the conversation......"36 years old, married, 3 kids, 5'6", 120lbs, green eyes, brown hair, has no idea what's going on. This bitch has never even thought about anyone other than her husband." At that the party on the other end must have said something, for Gloria was silent. I was dumbfounded, she couldn't be talking about me?? About this time she looked up and noticed me standing there. She looked startled but recovered well, "what are you doing? Dammit Joan this is personal I'd appreciate it if"........I turned and went back into the living room; the incident seemed strange but I really didn't think it was important, I could confront her later. I didn't think she really had been talking about me. I went into the living room, it was quite large, with a fireplace in the center. They had used furniture to divide it into two "rooms"; a family room and a more formal living room. I went to the buffet table set up in the ajoining dining room and started helping Paula serve. Occasionally one of us would carry around a tray of drinks. I began to feel slightly uncomfortable, out of place. There was an air of excitement in the room but whenever I got near enough to a group to hear or join in the conversation it seemed to die; sudden pauses, pregnant silences etc. This happened several times and I was wondering what was going on. Paula seemed to fit right in though. When she brought around a tray I saw her laughing with the main group. One of the men put his arm around in a manner that suggested they had not just met. Several of them including Paula looked over in my direction as if appraising me, then Paula returned and offered to relieve me for a while. This went on until about 9:30. Dave came over and took my arm, "there's someone I want you to meet". He introduced me to Craig, his boss, and Phil, Gloria's brother. Both men seemed seriously interested in my life, my family, job etc. and were really probing me for details. This seemed strange too but a welcome relief from the alienation I had been feeling up to this point. I took a glass of wine and began to loosen up. About half an hour later Gloria gathered all the guests back into the living room, saying "it's time folks". Everyone seemed quite excited at this and I wondered, "what in the world".........I was on my 2nd glass of wine, (I never drink), and slightly lightheaded. Phil gently took it out of my hands, took my arm firmly and guided me to the living room. The chairs and couches had been rearranged in a semi circle in front of the fireplace. In the center a long low coffee table had been placed. The guests were seated or standing around the table. Phil guided me to the front, I was confused but held his arm. Gloria stood in front of the table facing everyone. "This is something I have been looking forward to for a while. Joan has been interested in Indian rights for some time. She doesn't know it but tonight she is going to help collect money for the cause". There was a general outbreak of laughter at that. I decided that I would prefer to be standing in the back and started to move but found my arms suddenly grabbed. I froze. "Bring her up here", Gloria commanded. Paula and Jan (a friend of mine from Garden Club) each took one arm and pulled me up on the coffee table, I resisted but not too hard, not knowing what was coming. I was turned so that I faced the group, my arms still held, and my hair wrapped around Paula's hand, she forced my head so I had to face the group. Gloria smiled at me and told me to relax, "this won't be too bad we're just going to auction off some clothing". The room erupted with laughter. I was numb, too shocked to scream. Gloria stood next to the table "what do I hear for her scarf?"; some one offered $1.00, another $2.00, the bidding went up to $5.00. At that time Gloria accepted the bid, and reached for me, ripping the scarf from around my neck. I screamed, a hand was clamped around my face. The scarf was forced into my mouth filling it completely and with my arms held I couldn't get it out. People started to sit down, they all appeared to know what was going to happen. "Next up, her blouse". There was some cursory bidding, Gloria backed up close to the table, I saw the opportunity and tried to kick her. That was a mistake. Phil and Craig grabbed both legs. They each took hold of an ankle. In addition they rubbed their hands up and down my thighs and up under my skirt, much to the amusement of the other guests. I was sobbing in my humiliation but there was no escape. After a little more bidding my blouse was removed. Phil won the bidding and took it off himself. They bent me over a little so that his face was level with mine. He reached out and ripped my blouse down the front, he jerked my arms out, I tried to cover up but Jan twisted my arm until I gagged. I relaxed and they straightened me back up. I was held there, up on the table with just my bra on. I went blank for a moment, the only other man who had ever seen me like this was Tom......... I never in my worst dreams imagined this could ever happen. Paula fingered a gold chain I was wearing. It had a diamond pendant. Tom had given it to me for our 12th wedding anniversary. It was sold for $5.00. It was ripped off my neck, the chain breaking at the clasp, and ripping my neck. Gloria told Paula to hold up my ring finger so my wedding band could be examined, "she won't be needing that tonight". It went for a few dollars. I was still kind of in shock, I was sobbing but was still unbelieving. These things really don't happen. Again Gloria stepped up. She reached out and snapped the strap on my bra. "What do I hear for this fine Maiden Form Brassiere?".... The other guests all laughed at her sarcasm, they talked among themselves but most of the attention was riveted on me. The bidding went on. My bra was sold for $20.00. Gloria didn't make any move to remove it though, I was shaking like a leaf, what next? "Whoever correctly guesses what size this item of clothing is shall have the privilege of removing it, however an incorrect guess costs $5.00". She reached back and looked at the tag and laughed, "not bad, who's your plastic surgeon?". I was turned and poked by several guys "so they could have a fightin' chance of guessing right". Several people tried guessing, on the third guess Steve's wife Marie said 36D, and Gloria smiled...."we have a winner". Marie "graciously allowed" Steve to remove the bra. He took his time. He poked, rubbed and fondled me to the delight of the crowd for about five minutes. I had lost control by then, sobbing hysterically. Finally He removed it, and his hands. I had noticed earlier that several people had brought camera's with them, now it appeared that everyone had. I was turned and twisted to pose for these people, my hair practically ripped out of my head to force me to look into the cameras. Paula reached down, still holding one arm and ripped my skirt up to my waist, flashbulbs popped. They didn't bother with the formality of auctioning my skirt, it disappeared in a frenzy. I passed out. When I awoke I was spreadeagled on my back on the coffee table, feet tied, each to a leg, arms held back over my head by Paula and Jan, and was surrounded by the guests, Gloria was slapping my face. When I opened my eyes she smiled "she's ready now" Craig was standing at my feet. His wife ritualistically unbuttoned his trousers and pulled them down. She caressed his penis but it was throbbing, he didn't need much help. When he entered me it was rough. I screamed into the gag and everyone broke into hysterical laughter. Craig even stopped and smiled, but not for long. He had intercourse with me more roughly than I ever imagined possible. Each stroke seemed to burn itself into my insides. I looked up once into his eyes and saw a terrible fury there. When he was done He pulled out and stood up, He moved to the head of the table and stood over me his penis dripping into my face. He put one foot on the table next to my face and motioned Paula and Jan to pose on either side of him like a champion race car driver being congratulated after a victory while his wife took several snapshots. They also each put a leg up on the table, their nyloned legs flanking him as Marion took the shots. I tried to cover up, Jan grabbed an arm and I was jerked back into a helpless position. After Craig, the other men began taking turns on me. They blanked into one another I was only semi-aware when one was done and another started. Again I blacked out. I was thinking about Tom and Karen my 14 year old, (and Pete's girlfriend). I imagined myself with them on the beach during our last vacation. I was warm and comfortable. In my dream I was warm and comfortable, I thought I saw my son coming towards me with a cold coke. He threatened to pour it on me. I awoke with a start to look up into Steve's face as he rubbed a cold bottle of beer against my crotch. Things were quieter, the lights had been turned off in this end of the room, there were several candles lit. I was no longer gagged nor held down. Steve helped untie my ankles and his wife Marie gently guided me to a couch. I noticed that most of the guests were gone, there were several couples sitting at the other end of the room talking with Gloria and Dave but they paid us no attention. Marie helped me gather my shoes, panty hose, bra and what was left of my blouse. My panties were nowhere to be found. I put on my panty hose and with Marie's help my shoes and skirt. Steve was still holding my blouse and bra. Gloria noticed something and walked down to our end of the room. "Steve let me help you with that stuff, It's not fit for Joan to wear anymore so let's just chuck it". With that Steve frowned but handed her the clothing and she tossed it into the fireplace where it disappearred in a temporary resurgence of the dying fire. Marie and Steve both looked a little sympathetic, they sat on the couch on either side of me. They were both quite gentle, and after the last hours I clung to that. The room was warm but I was still shaking uncontrollably. Steve held me to stop my shaking. For the first time I could remember I stopped sobbing. I didn't resist when Steve cupped one breast. He was gentle and I felt a little safer being held. Marie spoke up. "I saved your wedding ring for you, want it back? Of course, .... listen though Steve has a fantasy about this, would you be willing to help him live it? It's a lot easier than what you've already been through tonight". I nodded agreement silently. I knew I had no choice and I was more comfortable here than I would have been if Gloria noticed me again. And they were so kind, I wanted to preserve that desparately. Steve reached for my hand and held it while Marie slipped the ring on my ring finger. Steve unzipped his pants and motioned for me to pull his member out. I hesitated but when Marie started to move I reached for it. I took it out, It was hard almost immediately. Marie guided me to the floor in front of Steve where I knelt. She pushed my Face down into his crotch and I understood I was to take it in my mouth. I gagged but did it. After a few moments she pulled my head back and told me that if I wanted to I could just use my hand but I would have to let him come in my face. Dumbly I cooperated. I was in a kind of shock. Everytime I tried to use my right hand she stopped me, I was to only use my left. When he came he spurted in my face and on my hand which went up to protect my eyes. He came a lot, it was warm and felt smooth against my skin. Flashbulbs popped. I looked left and there were Paula and Gloria both recording this moment for posterity. Me topless, on my knees, Steve's cock in my face and cum dripping off my face and hand (later I was to learn that it was dripping off my ring, that was the object of the exercise). When Steve finished cumming, Marie wiped his cock off with my other hand and replaced it in his pants. They both got up as if I wasn't even there and joined the other group. I heard a long burst of hysterical laughter. Gloria spoke up as they left. "Get on your feet and bring us some wine, and see if anyone wants any dessert." I complied, it didn't seem like there was anything else to do at the time. It was about 2:00 AM by then. I served dessert and a little wine to the remaining guests. I was directed to again remove my skirt and kneel on the floor under the lamp where they could all see me, until I was needed. I complied. I tried not to look into anyones' eyes, I was sobbing again but afraid of making too much noise. At one point Gloria got up and threw my skirt into the fire, she also grabbed the arm that I was using to cover my breasts and jerked away. "Don't you dare cover up". After that they mostly ignored me in the conversation but would occasionally give me a look of disgust to insure I was aware of my condition. For awhile I knelt there, leaning back fully exposing my breasts to avoid Gloria's wrath. I was thinking back through my entire relationship with Gloria and Dave. I had never seen anything remotely comparing to their treatment of me tonight. I had felt that Gloria was occasionally unnecessarily snippish with me, even rude, but she had always seemed to be a fairly reliable friend. I had confided in her about marital problems etc. and she in me. Her cruelty shocked me as did her blatant enjoyment of my subjugation. I thought about Jan. She had always been a good friend. She was what men call a doll, small, excellent figure, pretty face, dark complexion, attracted men like flies but seemed to ignore them. Tonight she was acting extremely provocative, enjoying egging the men on, and directing their energies towards me. She also enjoyed my subjugation. I never even imagined that she could act like this. About 3:30 Paula got up to leave and Gloria told me to help her with her coat. Standing there in the hallway Paula smiled and cruelly told me that "I have really enjoyed the evening, haven't you?" She laughed and told me that she had made a deal with Gloria, and I was the deal. I would be hearing from her later in the week, and if I valued my family I would cooperate. She pulled my necklace out of her pocket and told me she would get it fixed. Maybe I could borrow it sometime....with that she stepped out the door and I was left alone in the hallway. Dave came out and guided me to the basement, he pointed to a pile of blankets and said Gloria would be down in the morning. I heard that door shut and the lock click into place. Alone in the dark, I sobbed myself through the night but didn't sleep. I relived the experience countless times. Was it real? Why? Why? Why? How could I face the people I knew. How could I face Gloria and Dave, and the others I knew I might see again? About 12 hours later The door opened and the bright light caused me to squint in pain. Gloria came down carrying some clothing which she dumped at my feet. "Get up!! Joan I'm not going to waste time with unnecessary threats. Suffice to say that I have affidavits from everyone who was here last night that you got drunk and made a fool of yourself. You made passes at every man and when they were done you were begging for more. I have pictures that would ruin your marriage for ever. And finally if you don't want me to include Karen in our next Soiree, you will do as you are told. I do require you to sign two papers and then I am going to let you go. I know you won't be stupid enough to fight this but just in case." I looked at the papers. One said something to the effect that I had agreed to "sell my body" for $65.00. I agreed to serve as the entertainment at an "adult" party with the understanding that providing sexual favors would be part of the deal. She had me write my age, name, and measurements on the form in my own handwriting. She also had me write that I would gladly perform fellatio and have intercourse with whosoever desired at this party. And that I understood that although such an agreement was illegal it would suffice to prove the voluntariness of any sexual activety. I managed to maintain my composure and although I shook, I wrote what she wanted. After I had written what she had originally ordered, she smiled and said let's improve this, "write that you are married and you know Tom your husband would die if he knew what you had done, so you asked your husband to leave you alone for the weekend." Finally she had me write a note to Tom on the back of the contract. "Tom I decided to see what the rest of the world was like. I enjoyed what the 11 guys at that party did to me. Ask Gloria for some snapshots." I complied. Gloria told me she was sure that she would never have to use this paper. The other form was a model release which covered the entire night. It specifically mentioned that the photos were nude, I had posed voluntarily and that I assigned to Gloria the rights to do what she desired with them including publication. The total helplessness of the situation got to me. I broke into tears. "Joan if you don't sign this in about 3 seconds you will lose the chance and I will have to protect myself in a less genteel fashion". I wasn't sure what she meant but decided that I had nothing to lose by signing the forms. I did and she left. Strangely she looked at me with almost friendliness in her eyes and said gently, "Joan things have changed, but you're going to be all right. If you continue to do what you're told, we will take care of you." As she climbed the stairs out of the basement she left the basement door open and opened the back door of her home. I was looking directly outside. I stepped out of the light and dressed. She had chosen the clothes to humiliate me. There was no bra or panties, the sweater was her daughters, and about 3 sizes too small. The shoes were mine, the pantyhose mine (it had been washed) but the skirt was again Chris'. In addition to being too tight it was so short I was afraid to walk, if I took too long a step I felt I would be exposing myself to the world. But I did put it on and stepped out the door to freedom. Walking down the street to my home I reflected on the evening. And Gloria's cryptic final remarks, she couldn't think she could do this to me again? I looked down at what I was wearing and realized that she might be able to do what she wanted. That was a chilling thought. I knew I could never go to the police. There was a real possibility that even if they believed my story, that Gloria could indeed ruin my life and my families'. I passed by a moving van, people were just moving into the home. Three guys stood on the steps. I heard a loud whistle, and another. Realizing they were for me I smiled involuntarily but stepped up my pace. I felt embarrassed but flattered. I looked up into the November sky. It was the deepest blue and the brightest sunlight that I had seen in a long time................ I had spent the rest of that weekend in a daze. Saturday afternoon when I got home, I immediately took off the clothes Gloria had sent me away in, and threw them into the garbage in the garage. I tried to sleep. Although I had not slept in a day and a half, I was still to upset. I wandered around the house, but couldn't seem to sit down. About 6:30 I ran some water for a bath. As I lay there I began to relax. When I moved I realized how sore I was. I think it was than that the shock wore off and the full import of what had happened hit me. I had been raped, not just raped but gang- raped. Not by strangers in some alley, but by friends, and neighbors, less than two blocks from my home. Not knowing where to turn, or what to do I moved from the tub to my bed and eventually drifted off to sleep. When I woke up Sunday I was still in kind of a funk. It was a cold clear day and I forced myself to clean up around the house, etc. in preparation for my families return from Tom's parents. I thought about friday night. That was the first time I had had sex with anyone other than my husband. I was ashamed to admit it but the worst part was the humiliation. The sex with the men had been degrading but .............. When Tom and the kids got there I tried to act cheerful and welcome them back. Karen immediately stated that she was going to run over to see Pete. I lost control. I yelled at her, told her that she was not going anywhere. Everyone stared at me, Karen looked shocked but said nothing. Tom took me aside and asked me if I was allright. I said yes, there was nothing wrong. He went over to Karen and told her to wait until after dinner to leave. While she was gone I was scared silly. What would she find out over there? I did not know at the time if Pete or Chris knew what had happened to me, it was so crazy I did not know what to think. The next few days went slowly. Tom repeatedly asked me what was wrong but I could not tell him. He could never understand. I know I was acting strangely but could not help myself. We tried to make love several times. Each time Tom would try to approach me I kept thinking about that Friday night. The one time we did make love I remember comparing his lovemaking to Craig's brutal intercourse. I didn't enjoy Tom that night at all. It was so cold so dispassionate, I think Tom finally got the message. 10 days later, about 7:00 one night I came down stairs and heard people talking in the living room. "What happened last weekend, she hasn't been the same since?" There was an edge on Tom's voice when he spoke. "She seemed all right Friday night when she left". That was Dave speaking, Gloria spoke up. "Steve and Marie Daniels left with her, they were going to drop her off since it was pretty late. I talked to Marie last week and she didn't mention anything". "Why don't we all get together Saturday? Maybe she's just depressed and a little get together will cheer her up." Tom agreed that that might be a good idea. Gloria mentioned that she would try and invite a few other people and would talk to Tom later in the week to set it up. I realized that if someone saw me standing here they would notice that I had been eavesdropping. I went on down into the living room. Gloria and Dave were there with Tom. Gloria smiled warmly and mentioned that since she hadn't heard from me in a while they thought they would stop by. I mumbled hello, and sat next to Tom. We sat and talked for about 45 minutes. Everything seemed so, so...normal. After they left I wondered if that night had really happened. I wanted to forget and they acted as if nothing had changed. I tried to talk Tom out of going but he was adament. Saturday morning came and I saw that I had no choice. I pretended to be sick, and that was not far from the truth but the kids were eager to leave and Tom seemed intent on dragging me there. I put on some jeans and a blouse and we left to walk over there. As we walked down the street I took stock of my family. Tom was 36, a fairly successful attorney and his practice was just beginning to come into its own. After some hard years it looked like he was in the process of becoming one of the most prominent local attorneys. He was 5'10", 175 lbs and stayed in great shape. I was extremely proud of him. When I married him I had misgivings. He was a wonderful person, extremely dependable and I knew he could take care of me but he was a little to staid, to damn dependable. I realized as I looked at him that I had made the right choice. I cared for him deeply and he was a wonderful husband and father. I looked at Karen my 14 year old. She was a sophmore in high school, well behaved and normally easy to handle. Many of my friends envied me because Karen and I seemed to have so few problems. Her figure had been developing faster than I wanted to see though, I worried about her. She went out with Pete, Gloria's 16 year old and I felt that he was to wild for her. Scott my 12 year old was skinny as a beanpole, a little awkward but he was moving out of the awkward stage and I was quite proud of him. Linda our youngest was 11, she was a little monster, I loved her dearly though, she was my favorite. Tom accused me of spoiling her. All in all I was extremely proud of my family. I looked up and saw that we had almost reached Gloria's house. I was a little nervous but Tom had told me that we could leave after a little if I still didn't feel better. If he only knew!!! Dave met us at the door. Behind him stood Mona who had been Karen and Scott's 5th grade teacher. I heard voices in the living room and I saw Phil, Gloria's brother and a young women I didn't know. While Dave introduced me to Phil and his date (Denise) Mona took Tom off to the side and they appeared to be engaged in an earnest discussion. The kids disappeared upstairs. I realized that I was the only woman not wearing a skirt or a dress. Gloria came out of the kitchen, welcomed us and asked if Mona or I could give her a hand in the kitchen for a moment. Mona grabbed my hand and almost dragged me into the kitchen. Once there she placed her hand over my mouth while Gloria picked up a cup of some bright red sauce and splashed it on my white blouse. Gloria spoke loudly, "I'm terribly sorry". She went on for a moment while Mona relaxed her grip but kept a hand on my arm and quietly said. "Co-operate with me Joan and today will be fairly easy for you." Before I could answer Mona pulled me out of the kitchen, I tried to look embarrassed, not scared. I knew somehow that that was how they wanted me to act while Gloria announced how clumsy she was. Mona offered to take me home to change clothes, while Gloria continued to act sympathetic and apologize. The show was clearly for Tom's benefit. I understood from the pressure of Mona's fingers that I was to accept her offer. I did. She drove me the 2 blocks to my home silently. I asked her what was going on, for a moment I was outraged but when she offered to take me back and allow Gloria to tell Tom what I had really done 2 weeks earlier I became a little scared (terrified) and went along with her. She pulled up into my driveway, I got out and begain walking towards the back door. She stopped me. "When you enter a home alone you will use the back door, when you are with someone else, you will ensure that they at least use the front". I looked at her to ask what in the world but thought better of it. She went up the stairs and straight into my bedroom. I watched her as she went through my closet. She was tall about 5'8", blonde hair, blue eyes, single and about 31 or 32 years old. She had a good body and as I remembered she had always liked to flaunt it. She was wearing a long black skirt, but it was slit to mid thigh. I had seen when we had walked into Gloria's home that Tom had noticed her. I had felt a tinge of jealousy. After going through my closet for a moment she turned to me and told me to get out all my skirts, pumps or heels, tan or flesh covered panty hose, and sweaters. She would choose what I was to wear. I complied with her demand. As I bent down to get out my shoes I bumped into her. She grabbed my hair and slapped my twice across the face. She didn't hit me hard but I was shocked. Tears rolled down my face. "Hurry up, if we don't get back in a few minutes Gloria will be getting out the picture album she created for you last week and showing Tom and your kids what a good show you put on." After I had lain everything out she picked out 2 pair of shoes, plain black pumps and plain white ones, several pair of panty hose and a sweater. She made me try on several skirts. Finally she made me put on the black pumps, panty hose, a knee length black skirt and a red turtle neck. She put several skirts, the white pumps and some panty hose into a shopping bag. As she turned to go almost as an afterthought she told me to show her what kind of sweaters Karen had. She picked out a sweater that I had given Karen for her birthday, a beautiful white angora sweater. She placed that in her shopping bag and we left. When we got back they were all sitting down to dinner. Gloria sat Tom down at one table and Mona quickly grabbed the empty seat to his right. I felt Phil's hand guide me to a seat at the other table. I looked over at Tom, he smiled at me and started to say something. Right about then Mona placed her hand on his arm and he turned to talk to her. I sat down between Phil and Denise. I wasn't very hungry. I picked at my food. Phil tried to make small talk and so did Denise. About halfway through the dinner I felt Phil's hand on my leg. He started at the knee and slid his hand between my skirt and leg. While smiling at my daughter and asking her about a party she had gone to with Pete he fondled my thigh up to my panties. We both acted as if nothing was happening. Denise looked at him and in a very sotto voice, told him to "leave her alone,......for now" they both laughed at that and after that they pretty much ignored me. After dinner Gloria grabbed me and guided me into the kitchen. I could hear Tom talking to Phil and Mona just outside the door. She told me that Dave had something to show me. He came up from the basement and motioned for me to follow him down. I went down behind him, upstairs I could hear the voices of the others. He took me to the corner where I had spent the night 2 weeks earlier. There was a blanket covering one wall. He removed it, underneath there were dozens of pictures. They were all of me, in the various stages of undress that I had been forced to parade around in that night. In the center there was a large color photo of me, topless, on my knees, with my left hand around an erect penis, no more than 3 inches from my face. Cum was dripping off my face and hand. My wedding ring could be clearly seen underneath. It looked as if I was smiling. Next to that one there was a shot of me wearing panties, pantyhose, black heels, and nothing else. I was kneeling in the living room while 6 or 7 people sat on the couches ignoring me. "Joan if you will cooperate today we won't show these pictures to Tom. If at any time you cause any trouble though, he will get the same tour that you received." Numbly I turned away. I started to cry. "If he sees something is wrong, we will have to assume you are not cooperating. I will leave you alone here for a few moments but we will be expecting you upstairs." He smiled at me, and reached down and raised my skirt. He looked at my legs for a moment, as if to show me that he had that power. He dropped my skirt and left the basement without speaking again. After several minutes I turned and walked up the stairs. I numbly reached for the door handle, I was going to just leave, nothing could be worse than staying. Gloria was standing right outside the door. She smiled and told me that she thought I might try and leave, but it would be easier if I stayed. If I left she and Mona would have to show Tom what a "slut he had married." After she and Mona finished talking to Tom I could never go home again. If I continued to cooperate I would only suffer momentary embarrassment. I was repulsed at what she considered "momentary embarrassment" but knew that I had no choice. We went inside. Most everyone was in the living room. Tom was there with Mona. He looked up at me. "How are you feeling?" "Better I lied". Gloria told Tom that she wanted to show me her new crafts room. He laughed and told me to have fun. Gloria guided me up the stairs. We went up into what had been the attic. It had been remodeled for her to use for her hobbies. (I was soon to learn that I was a hobby). Once there Denise soon joined us. Phil was right behind her. "Shall we get started?" Gloria asked sarcastically. Phil grabbed my arms while Gloria and Denise pulled my sweater off. As soon as my arms slipped through the sleeves Phil grabbed them again. They removed my skirt and slip and then, strangely, Gloria asked Phil and Denise to leave the room." "Joan, don't talk, just and absorb what I have to say. Go ahead, sit down on the bed. Obviously you realized earlier that you have more to gain by going along with us than by fighting. What I have in mind for you isn't too bad. You are going to have to learn to cooperate. If you do, your life will go on pretty much as it always has. If not, well, I have some alternate plans. For the rest of today, relax and try to have fun. I promise you will not be hurt." I thought about what she had said. All through my life, from high school, college, and marriage I had been a "good girl", a "good wife" and generally had conformed to what a "nice" girl should do. Tom had been my "first". I fantasized about other men on occasion but had never so much as expressed the thought. I always dressed modestly. The night they raped me I was terrified, humiliated, degraded to the point of being sick, but when I thought back about it, I started to feel warm down around my vagina. I knew, and she knew that I was going to cooperate. She knew how I felt, degraded but excited. Dave came in the room. Gloria commanded that I kneel on the floor. I did. Phil and Denise came back in. Denise picked up a tape measure and proceeded to take my measurements. After she measured my bust I was allowed to replace my bra. She recorded the measurements on a bulletin board. I noticed that there were blanks there so the succeeding measurements could be compared to the previous ones. Dave looked down the stairs and into the hallway. He reported that the coast was clear Gloria led me down stairs to the bathroom. I was directed to step on the scale. We started back into the attic but Gloria guided me to her bedroom. She pushed my head down into what had been an old heating grate, but was now slightly open into her living room. I saw Tom and Mona on the couch, Mona had her hand on his arm and it was obvious they were engrossed in conversation. Her skirt had slipped partially off her thigh. He was enjoying her company. It was also obvious that she was offering him more than a platonic relationship. Before I could react Gloria guided me back upstairs. I was directed to kneel on the floor again while the others discussed my body. I learned that they thought it was good, but that I would be sent to the "Workout World" to improve it. During the afternoon, I stayed there, not ignored but not harrassed either. Phil wrote out an exercise schedule and told me that I would be using it soon. Dave and Phil spent most of the time downstairs. I could hear the kids in another room but they stayed well out of the way most of the afternoon. I was terrified that one of them would come in and see me like this. Denise mentioned something to Gloria about Tom coming up but Gloria laughed and assured her that Mona was not going to let him out of her sight. Late in the afternoon Denise told me to dress and come on downstairs. She took me into the bathroom and helped rearrange my make-up. When I came downstairs Tom had the kids in the living room and they were preparing to leave. Gloria asked me to stay. "Tom you don't mind if Joan stays awhile do you?" He said it was up to me. They both looked at me, but before I could speak Gloria spoke up, "great, it's settled, Joan promised me she would help me bake tonight". With that Tom told me not to stay too late, kissed me, and left with the kids. Gloria brought me into the living room. Mona brought out the bag of clothing she had taken from my home earlier. Dave and Phil seemed to be arranging some photographic lights and shades around the Christmas tree. Dave had several cameras two on tripods, and one with a strange looking lens that he was holding in his hand. As soon as they finished arranging things they looked at me, expectantly, "Well come on, step up here." I came forward and Dave "posed me" in front of the tree. "Turn slightly sideways, bend forward slightly, now with your right hand, grab a handful of skirt and raise it a little." "Damn it smile!" I was sobbing by now, Dave roughly wiped my face, and pushed me into the position he wanted. For several minutes we went on like this. Finally, Gloria who had been watching silently suggested theat we were going about this all wrong. "Strip her!!" she commanded, Denise and Mona proceeded to undress me. They weren't rough, they weren't gentle, they were just cold and efficient. After I was undressed Dave lay me down on the floor, on my side and photographed me in front of the tree. Then he moved me so that I was on my back, feet towards the camera, legs spread, and my left hand (wedding ring) covering my vagina. I was made to pose this way for a while. Eventually I was allowed to put on some clothing, and I was photographed for the next couple hours in various stages of dress and undress. I tried on all the pairs of panty hose Mona had brought, Dave and Phil selected the shades they liked. One skirt, my longest, had been slit to the waist, another had been hemmed up during the afternoon so that it was much too short. They tried every combination of clothing and pose imaginable. No blouse, then no skirt, change shoes, bra on, bra off, panty hose on, panty hose off, change skirts, remove skirt etc. I wasn't enjoying this at all but I wasn't as scared as I had been originally. I was still scared and maybe a little angry (although my fear overruled my anger) but it wasn't as hard to go along with them as it had been in the beginning. I realized what Gloria had done. By making me pose nude at first, I knew the worst was over and that things had to get better. It worked. Both Dave and Phil became quite solicitous, as long as I cooperated they were gentle. About 9:30 Dave told Gloria he was done. Mona piped up, "I have one more idea." I was directed to put on some suntan panty hose, my black heels, and my daughters White sweater, but no skirt. The sweater was quite long and actually partially covered my thighs. Gloria brought me to the kitchen, bent me over the sink and soaked the sweater with water. She brought me dripping into the living room. Mona had collected 3 hair dryers and they began heating the sweater to dry it, while I was still in it. It took about an hour. When they finished they repeated the process. Finally they did it again. This time before it was totally dry Mona suggested they try some shots. By now the sweater had shrunk. It was from fitting. It had stretched around my breasts and was tight on my stomach. It still covered a little thigh. Dave posed me in front of the tree again. This time he took several rolls of film of just this outfit. I knelt, I bent over, I was twisted, and even took one shot looking straight at the camera, hands underneath my chest as if I was offering my breasts. This shot took awhile to get right because they insisted I smile. It wasn't easy but Gloria's threats and the promise that they would keep it up until I got it right scared me into trying. The resultant grimace wasn't great but Dave said it would do. Finally Gloria suggested the men pose with me. I knelt in front of them, Dave unzipped his fly and placed my hand around his penis. I began to perform as he wished. When he was done he did not put his penis back into his pants, he stood next to we while I was forced to suck Phil. During this time Gloria took numerous shots. Finally they were done. I was told to kneel in the corner for a while. Mona asked me about the family photo that we had taken several weeks earlier. "Tom told me that you are going to send cards this year with that photo on them". I nodded agreement. Dave looked at Gloria and they both smiled. "Bring us some of them!" "When will you pick them up?" I replied that they should be ready on Monday. Gloria ordered me to bring them to her immediately after I got them. The phone rang, Dave answered it. "Everythings fine, she should be finished in a little. Joan, it's Tom." He handed me the phone and I took it. "He sounded a little irritated. It's well passed midnight hon, when will you be home? I didn't think you would stay this long, I wish you would have called, is everything all right?" As he was speaking Phil had reached over and was absentmindedly fondling my thigh. Denise tried to smother a giggle but failed. I told Tom I was all right and would be home soon. He sounded a little relieved, I told him not to wait up, He said he would try but in any case to wake him when I got in. I promised and we hung up. I asked Gloria if I could leave. She told me that they weren't done with me yet. She wanted to get a few more shots of me with my ring finger wrapped around Dave's penis. I was posed again, and again. Finally they were through. Gloria told me to dress, as I had been dressed when I arrived. I did but Mona stopped me when I started to put the skirt on. Gloria told me that I was through for the weekend but that I had better be back Monday at 1:30 with the family Christmas cards. "Do you hear me?" "Yes, I heard." "Than you better be here." Gloria took me into the kitchen where we were joined by Mona. "Joan, I have a few instructions for you; first you will no longer wear pantsuits or jeans, you will wear skirts and dresses ALWAYS, second you will no longer say no to a man, and third you will use the back door when you are at my home." Do you understand? I nodded. She sounded gentle so I asked her why.....Before The words were out of my mouth I was told to "Shut UP!!! In due time you will learn, for now, just cooperate and you will be allowed to continue your way of life. Mona got up to leave. I gathered my skirt in my hand, looked for my slip with no success, found my purse and headed for the door. "Wrong door bitch" with that Gloria pointed at the back door. I walked out and found Mona waiting out front. She motioned for me to get into her car. I did. She drove to my house, once in front I started to put my skirt on. She stopped me. "Get out of the car." "I'm not dressed." She reached over and pushed me out, I was to scared to fight. Once out of her car I stood there, she had stopped under a street light, and put my skirt on. I walked into the house. On the kitchen counter was a yellow manila envelope. Joan, read me, it said in large red letters. I opened it and gasped. It contained a blank diary, but also about twenty pictures taken two weeks earlier. The photographs formed a chronological record of my gang-rape. There was a note. "Joan use this diary to record what happened to you during the last two weeks. Be detailed, be specific, record everything about your feelings. Bring this with you when you come over Monday. You may keep the snapshots. So far you are the only one in your family who has seen them. If you continue to cooperate, we may be able to keep it this way. Sweet Dreams............. Gloria, Mona, and Denise." I stuffed the photo's back into the manilla envelope and shoved it into a cabinet full of junk that no one ever looked into, and stumbled upstairs sobbing quietly. Tom was sound asleep when I got there. For some reason I looked on his dresser. There was one of his business cards with some writing on it, I took it into the bathroom to read. It was a women's handwriting, it had a phone number, and address, and it was signed Mona...........Not knowing what could come next, I crawled off to bed. I thought about the day, Tom's possible relationship with Mona, and Gloria's final orders. I drifted off to sleep. ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/dull/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/i-ll-always-say-yes-to-ya/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/i-ll-always-say-yes-to-ya/#comments Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:42:23 +0000 Administrator blowjob ethnic asian interracial pussy_closeup http://smutstoriesblog.com/i-ll-always-say-yes-to-ya/ One weekend, her brother's parents were away, and he decided to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close, and I wasn't about to try anything with her while my friends looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm around her - She edged towards me, obviously not interested, and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees. I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. "I'm tired.." she murmured into my ear. "Will you take me to bed?". We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself, had drank far too much considering her age. "Can I help you?" I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow the went from the halter top round her neck. "There's some clips on the back" Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard, maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt's hem, then round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag, pressed body to body, closely together. My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag, I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin closer as she slowly masturbated me. The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming. "Can I cum inside of you?" I asked, gently. By way of an answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees. Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine, then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed, and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her body. Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the skin between my scrotum and anus. "Juliette, my bottom, touch my bottom and help me cum....". The obedient girl kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my rectum making me gasp. "Do it, please, do it now" she said, crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from the inside of my legs, up into my balls. "Yes, Juliette, Yes" I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant. I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me, pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again. Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis softened, and we, together, fell asleep. I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem, and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was 'just a telephone message' looked down again. It wasn't until I returned home that I opened it. My parents were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from my pocket, laying it on the bed. "Dear Ian, Last night was lovely for me... I love you so much, but know that you're probably not interested in a girl like me because I'm too young. I don't mind if you have lots of other girl-friends, but I'll always do anything for you. I've been looking at William's dirty magazines since I came to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I didn't like it, or if it hurt me, because you're all that matters. Please call me, and even if I'm not as old, or as pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that I'll always say yes to you. I love you. Juliette." ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/i-ll-always-say-yes-to-ya/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/bermuda-holidays/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/bermuda-holidays/#comments Thu, 03 Jul 2008 11:00:47 +0000 Administrator erotic sex story true sex story big_cocks group http://smutstoriesblog.com/bermuda-holidays/ I slid my hands up her legs, pulling the hem of her robe with them. She was naked underneat as was I, and my hands were all over her. As we both stood there exciting and playing with each other, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. Without being obvious, I took another look and discovered someone sitting two balconys down. What I had seen was a cigarette, and saw it again as he took another puff. He was sitting down, and I could only make out his head above the balcony wall. My first thought was to go back inside to continue undressing my wife. But, before I could react, she was switching places with me and turned me to lean against the wall while she kneeled in front of me. As her hands went inside my robe, I knew what she had in mind. I was thinking of a way to move inside without coming right out and telling her someone was watching us, but when she took my cock in her mouth I felt it would wait at least a few more minutes. Well, she soon had my robe at my feet, and I resolved myself to the fact that some strange guy was going to watch my wife suck my cock. What surprised me most was discovering that I not only didn't care, but that it was actually turning me on more. She was sucking and moaning, and I was moaning and I suddenly had the urge to give this guy an even better show. I pulled her up and slid the robe off her shoulders and let it fall. Now my wife wears some pretty skimpy bikinis, but here I was stripping her completely naked while some other guy looked on. I turned her around and leaned her back over the balcony. I was behind her and we both had a great view. She spread her legs, and my cock slid right into her soaking pussy. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and although I couldn't see what he was doing, by the way his head was moving, I could swear he was jacking off. Seeing that, I put my hands on her hips and really started fucking her. Here I was fucking my wife like there was no tomorrow, all the while knowing that someone was watching us. We were soon both cumming, and I'm sure our "friend" was also. My wife and I still make comments about our nights on that balcony (yes, we gave him another show two nights later) but I never told her about our visitor. ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/bermuda-holidays/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/grave-slave/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/grave-slave/#comments Thu, 19 Jun 2008 10:09:05 +0000 Administrator smut story free fetish blowjob boobs bbw creampie_xxx http://smutstoriesblog.com/grave-slave/ It is this wholesome prettiness which I will degrade. The face? Unusual. The woman's eyes, changeable as to shade and hue, draw one in, over and over. The stormgrey eyes that you smiled into yesterday may be dark umber tomorrow. There is also a peculiar asymmetry, in that not only are her eyes not in hori zontal plane (true of many people), the eyes are slightly differ ent sizes. This is not discomfiting; rather enchanting, further proof that THIS one is THE one, and not just another one. This is the one whose eyes must be made to see into Hell, and smile at what they see. To kiss this woman is to draw close enough to get inside the orbit of those eyes, to taste sweet lips and a lively tongue and for a moment forget what one might have seen mirrored in the eyes... But today is not a day for kissing. *** This woman feels that she has done wrong. Her great intelligence wars with her sexuality, analyzing and measuring the very feel ings that defy analysis and corrupt measurement. In order to be taken away from her own constant scrutiny, she must be abused, treated with rough disdain, as though enough humiliation and pain trips a relay that not only allows her to come, but stills the dry, pedantic voices in her head. *** When I enter the room, she has been standing, roped to the top of a door, almost on tiptoes, for about ten minutes. The strained posture does artistic things to the dynamics of her trim, athlet ic legs, and the raising and centering of her cuffed arms pushes her small breasts together and out. She is wearing panties and a cotton Tshirt; this I have allowed her. I walk over and stand next to her. ``Getting any taller?'' I ask, jokingly. ``No, sir.'' She doesn't like a lot of talk. _I_ like a lot of talk, so a lot of talk is what she gets. She also doesn't really know what I can accomplish with talk. There have been those who have been broken under my casual conversation more profoundly than if I had used a branding iron. But now the time for talking is passed. I lean down and run the backs of my fingers up one calf. The woman shivers slightly, a racing horse in tether. *** I return to the room, dragging a simple wooden director's chair. What I am about to do was actually taught me by a teenage girl, long ago; one of the legion of masturbatory exhibitionists and generalpurpose kinks that seem to find me by means of some sexual sonar. I sit down in the chair and study the woman. Her face is in an attractive grimace, eyes slitted, lips pulled back across her large, healthy white teeth. She flicks a sideways glance at me from under her knitted brows. There is still a good deal of defiance in that look. I steeple my hands and ask, ``Would you like to be let down?'' The woman looks at me again, this time warily. ``Yyes, Sir. Please.'' ``Oh, it pleases. I wouldn't have suggested the possibility if it didn't please me.'' I get up from the director's chair and slide it closer to her, so that the chair is almost under her, but facing the wrong way. ``Would you like to be let down into this chair?'' I say, smiling. She studies the smile, and a blazing mix of emotions flash across her face; fear, anticipation, lustand something else, perhaps bewilderment. This woman is seldom bewildered, and it feels strange and exciting. (Of course, she is relatively seldom hung from a door, but this does not bewilder; this was requested.) ``Yes'' she says, her voice somewhat strained from her lengthy suspension. I turn up the smile another notch. I have had 300pound bikers walk away backward from _this_ smile. ``Would you like?'' I continue, in a harsh whisper, ``to be let down _onto_ this chair?'' The woman's differentsized eyes flare, and her mouth clamps shut. She looks sideways at me, finally not seeing me but the authority, the terrible punishment, the indignity, the pain that her inner voices need. ``Please...'' she says, in a voice as hoarse as mine. ``Please...'' I step very close to the woman. I snap my fingers and a short, bitterly sharp leafbladed knife jumps from my sleeve into my hand. A mere trick, but impressive in the context. Before she can react, I slice her panties in half, one vertical swipe down the back that kisses the skin as lightly as a breeze. One more pass and the wispy garment falls to the floor. I put the knife away (did she show a flash of disappointment?) and run my hands slowly, carefully over her buttocks. Not a sexual gesture; more like an examination of the ground before some surgical operation. With one hand I steadily but firmly pry her cheeks apart. I use the middle finger of the other hand to first locate, then touch, then penetrate her tight, dry anus. A gasp is born in the woman's body but she kills it before it can reach her lips. Looking the woman in the eyes, I unsmilingly work my finger in her body, gently but steadily maneuvering until the finger is in up to the second joint. Her asshole is very tight, very dry, very hot. I wiggle the embedded finger a few times. The woman's face tries to stay cool, but her eyelids flutter and her mouth tics. *** ``Close your eyes,'' I say softly. The woman is slow. She wants somehow to see over her shoulders and back, to see my hand plun dering her ass. ``Close your eyes, I said!'' I bark. I take my free hand from her buttocks and slap her across one breast, fast but not very hard. This is a richly symbolic ``wrong'' thing to do to a woman; she likes it very much. ``Keep your fucking eyes closed'' I warn. I remove the finger from her asshole. The woman gasps. Her eyes are squeezed tight ly shut. For some odd reason, the nipple of the unslapped breast is now as hard as a gemstone and pokes impertinently at the thin fabric of the Tshirt. I pop the snap on the chair's canvas seatcover and slide the top back flap down. The upper end of the back leg of the chair now stands free, a round pole of polished wood with a rounded end, about one inch in diameter. I walk to the side table, open the drawer, take out the metal container, walk back to the hanging woman. I open the tin, scoop out a healthy dollop of slippery substance with two fingers, find her asshole, and start working the slimy fingers and the Crisco into her anus. The woman makes a kind of slippedgear noise, but keeps her eyes shut. *** ``What will you do if I let you down?'' ``...Anything.'' ``Oh, really? Anything?'' ``...Yes, sir.'' ``Will you, oh, let's see...will you masturbate to my directions?'' ``If you like, Sir.'' ``Will you talk to me while you are doing it?'' ``...talk about...?'' I slap the same breast again. Such a nice breast for hitting; small, firm, delicately pointed. The woman gasps. *** ``You may open your eyes,'' I say. ``I am now going to let you down onto the chair.'' I can see her face, showing relief, then trying to hide it. I slide the chair around until it is posi tioned up against the backs of her legs, the polelike rear leg sticking up at an angle. She looks over her shoulder at the chair, and then at me. I get another gob of Crisco, and slowly and thoroughly smear it all over the chair leg, around the knobby top and a foot down the rounded, polished shaft. The woman looks at the chair leg, at my hand, and then at my face. Her expression becomes...profound. A complex mixture of terror and desire, one might almost say. She whispers, like dry leaves rattling, ``I..._can't_.'' I smile. ``You will.'' ``It'll hurt me. It could KILL me!'' ``Well, you've got those nice long legs, and last night, I meas ured you and the chair, dozens of times, and sawed four inches off the bottoms of the chair legs.'' I wipe my greasy hands on her Tshirt, and reach for the ropes holding her wrists to the top of the door frame. ``As for hurt,'' I continue, ``I thought that was the idea.'' The woman's odd eyes now glance frantically about the room. She licks her lips rapidly. Then she seems to briefly increase in intensity, like an overloaded light bulb. Finally she nods. *** ``Are you comfortable?'' I ask with a hint of a sneer. I had tried it on myself, of course, previously, but there's always a difference in tolerance between things under ones' own control and things imposed from the outside. The woman makes a low grunting noise. She is standing stock still on her toes, slightly tipped forward, holding onto the back of the chair with both hands in a whiteknuckled grip. She certainly has that profoundly impaled look about her. *** ``Can you deal with it?'' I ask, steadying her upper body with my hands. I feel obscurely like some monstrous physical therapist, assisting a patient in some painful but necessary treatment. At that, I am not far wrong. She squeezes out each word individually. ``I...don't...KNOW!'' *** The woman is touching herself. Things are beginning to happen. She stirs lightly on her impalement, and the chair shifts and creaks. She groans. ``Hurt me...more!'' she hisses. I smile over her shoulder. ``How?'' I ask, as if asking a dining patron if she wants freshground pepper. ``Tits!'' she snarls, massaging faster between her legs. I am further amused; this woman doesn't say `tits' when referring to herself, not when she _is_ herself. Here, in the land of sweet pain, we bark like dogs and grunt like pigs and use the MOST disrespectful terminology. I can only free one hand. I need to keep steady hold of the woman, by a fist full of bunchedup Tshirt, to keep her upright. She is just now beginning to give and lock at the knees, just a very tiny bit. This brings her down a tiny bit onto the chair leg, and then back up. I note this with some approval. With my free hand, I reach around and once again begin slapping her breasts. To do this almost makes me squeamish; I summon a certain professional detachment that allows me to continue with what is, after all, both required by the woman and vital to our enterprise. Each delicate little breast rebounds from the flat of my hand. The nipples seem to grow and then wane, grow and subside, on individual impulses of their own. When my hand begins to sting I seize a nipple and twist it, hard. The woman's fine head snaps back on her long, slender neck, and a lovely grating noise escapes from her mouth. *** I look down over the woman's shoulder. One hand is digging in the top of her vulva, the other is raking red nailmarks across her smooth white belly. She is rocking on the chair leg, now, with her feet flat on the floor. I hold her all the tighter with one hand and arm, but there is one thing I must do before things escalate to their determined conclusion. Without letting go, I kneel, reach my right arm around and down until my hand reaches the junction of the woman's thighs. For once I am glad to be tall and long of arm. ``Take your hand away for a little'' I demand. The woman groans but complies. I search with two fingers into her hot, twitching center. It is as wet as it has ever been. ``I just want to'' I say, soothingly, as I stick the two fingers up into her cunt, ``check on something'' I feel with the backs of the fingers along the rear wall of the vagina, ``and see how it feels...'' I press the fingers up and backwards until I can feel the wooden solidity of the chair leg through the intervening layers of muscle and tissue. I press, lightly. The woman gives a terri ble, startling moan and begins to contract around my hand. I push very delicately at the back wall of her cunt, still holding her firmly, as she writhes flatfooted on the chair leg. The woman whips a hand down to rub her clit; this I allow. With the other hand she captures one nipple through the Tshirt and sav ages it far more violently than I am accustomed to doing. This I allow. The climax is lengthy, episodic, and serial. Toward the end I remove my hand and take a fresh grip on the woman's body; she shows a tendency to slump after orgasm, and that would be danger ous in the current configuration. It is easy enough to hold up a woman this size and slide the chair out of and out from under her. I let her fall, panting, into the chair. I stand behind her, stroking her shoulders and pushing her sweaty bangs away from her forehead. Finally she speaks. ``Sir?'' ``Umm hmm...'' ``Out of scene?'' ``Oh, yes, indeed.'' She makes a whooshing exhalation, then turns and gives me one of her `evil' smiles; squinty eyes, knitted brows, mouth turned up. I find it perfectly charming. ``They warned me,'' she says. ``Who warned you?'' ``You know. They said you were absolutely 100% stone crazy and dangerous.'' ``Me? I'm a pussycat. I don't make people do difficult things; just think about a walnut fourposter bed, for example.'' She grimaced. ``As soon as I can get up from here, I'm not sitting down again for two weeks.'' I step away, rubbing my hands together. ``You'll be all right?'' I ask. The woman halfturns to look at me. ``You're going?'' ``Yes. I have other business...'' She nods, shivers slightly and then grimaces as some sore part is disturbed. I move toward the door. ``I'll call you,'' I say. I open the door to the hall, look back over my shoulder, and add ``You can keep the chair. The Crisco was, I believe, yours to begin with.'' The woman's last facial expression stays with me as I go whis tling down the stairs and into the street. ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/grave-slave/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/male-domination-story/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/male-domination-story/#comments Sun, 08 Jun 2008 14:11:39 +0000 Administrator true sex story illustrated sex story bdsm reality foot_fetish http://smutstoriesblog.com/male-domination-story/ Well, as I said, we didn't like each other at all after our break-up, and I hadn't seen her for about two years. I had heard that she got involved in the feminist movement and was big into teaching self-defense classes to women. It was on a Friday night, and I had been out drinking at my favorite watering hole, and I was not having much luck with the local ladies when I spied Bridget sitting with a group of her friends. She was laughing and talking and drinking beer. A lot of beer by the looks of her crowd. She saw me and half smiled and said something to the girl next to her, and her face got red, and she laughed along with Bridget. "Hey wimpy boy!" she said in a loud and drunken manner. This really surprised me, and pissed me off as well, because although I'm no body builder, I'm certainly anything but a wimp. "Hey little dick!" she called, and her friend laughed even more. I tried to ignore her. There was no point in arguing with a drunken bitch anyway, but this wouldn't do for her, and she got up from the table and came up to me. "I always thought that this was a classy place." she said. "I wonder why they let little wimps like you in here." she said. Her eyes were full of contempt and at that point, I had about enough of her bullshit. "Listen you filthy little slut," I said, "Bitches like you should be out in the parking lot sucking cocks for nickels rather than hanging out in here with regular people! Why don't you go outside and fuck yourself!" I said with malice and anger in my voice. "Listen little dick," she said, her eyes filled with rage. "If I go out in the parking lot, I'm gonna take you out there and kick your slimy little ass!" I just laughed at her. What an arrogant bitch! I have never struck a woman before, and frankly, I didn't want to start now, even though, she deserved it, and furthermore, had she been a man, I would have flattened her. "Piss on you!" I said, "You're not worth the time! I'd personally like to beat the shit out of a nasty little fuck like you, but I'll be damned if you're worth going to jail for! You're certainly not worth humiliating here in public, and besides, I like to hang out here, and don't want to get thrown out!" She just looked at me. Finally, she said, "Listen little dick, If you think your man enough to take me on, why don't you come back to my house. It'll be just you and me, and I'll teach you a lesson you won't soon forget. We'll see who pisses on who!" By this time I was really pissed off, an quickly agreed. She told me where she was living, and we both hurriedly left the bar for her house. I was somewhat apprehensive about it on the way over. I thought that maybe when I got there that she'd have some big muscle-bound stud living there that would take me apart, but when we got to her house, all the lights were off and there were no other cars. We walked into her house and she didn't say a word. She led me to the basement door and we walked down. When I got to the bottom of the stairs, I was amazed at what I saw. There was a wrestling mat and aerobic workout equipment all about. She went to the fridge and pulled out two quart bottles of beer. She gave me one and then opened the other for herself."I don't even want to drink from the same bottle as you, "she said, "It's gonna be good to kick your ass!" I said, and laughed to myself at this stupid bitches arrogance. After that, she sat there is stony silence and drank her beer, never even looking at me and never saying a word. Finally, she chugged the last of her beer, and lit up a cigarette. Fixing her gaze at me, she took a long drag and exhaled. She had a look in her eyes like she was trying to decide what to do. Finally she said, "Well, I'm gonna go and get naked. I always like kicking guys asses when I'm naked. You can wear where what you want, although I'm sure you don't have the guts to try and fight me naked with your little weenie exposed." To me, that was enough. "I'll kick your little sluttish ass!" I said. And with that she disappeared into another room. When she came out she was quite naked, and so was I. I must admit, I was truly amazed. Her body was sculpted into a perfect form, and there wasn't an once of fat on her entire body. She approached me and slapped me in the face, hard. I was enraged, and charged at her with all my force. She merely sidestepped me, and kicked me in the ass as I went by. I regained my composure and turned to face her only to be confronted by a karate style kick right to my unprotected stomach. The wind was knocked right out of me and I found myself lying gasping for breath on the mat. She was on me like a tiger and immediately wrapped her long muscular legs around my stomach in a scissors hold. She locked her legs at the ankles and squeezed with all her might. "This is way too easy!" she laughed. "What kind of a man are you, anyway, letting a weak woman like myself dominate you? Aren't you ashamed to be humiliated by a mere woman?" she said scornfully as she kept applying the pressure to my stomach. Finally, I could take no more, and cried out my surrender, but that didn't faze her a bit. I couldn't breath and could feel myself passing out. The last thing I remembered is seeing her smile and fading to black. When I awoke, I was worried. I found myself spread eagle, handcuffed and legcuffed to four posts that surrounded the wrestling mat. I looked around, only to see Bridget drinking a beer,and smoking a cigarette. "I see your awake now, little dick." she said. "I think by the time were done, you'll have a better respect for the superiority of women!" With that, she walked over to where I lay and squatted over my face. I could see her brown pussy hair, and smell the female musk of her cunt. Her pussy lips were parted and I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt. "I want you to look at my cunt." she said, in a quiet yet resolved voice. "Look at it and see what your master really is." With that, her pussy lips parted, and a couple of drops of pee dripped down on my face. Suddenly, a spurt of her hot piss flooded my face. "I told you we'd find out who'd be pissing on who!" she laughed. She was still smoking the cigarette, and took a long drag. She exhaled, blowing the smoke down at me as I laid helpless under her pussy. She then released another strong stream of piss on my face, this time starting and stopping over and over to let me get the full effect of what she was doing. "Lick my pussy!" she said. "Fuck you!" I said. "Listen, little dick." she said with a slight smile, "You'll eat my pussy and do everything exactly as I say, or I'll give you such pain, you'll wish you were dead!" she said. With that, she took her burning cigarette, which by this time was down to the butt, and held it right under my balls. I could feel the heat, but it was not quite enough to cause me pain, yet. Finally, she just touched the coal of the cigarette to my balls. I screamed in pain, and she just laughed. She then pulled back and again squatted over my face. "Are you gonna lick my pussy now, or do I have to burn your ugly balls again." she said. She then got up and lit another cigarette, and again blowing the smoke down at me said, "Or we could just play this game for a while." At this point I realized that I'd better do as she said. "Alright, you win." I said,with resignment. "Of course I win, I always win, especially when dealing with little wimps like you!" she said disdainfully. With that she sat down on my face hard. Her pussy now tasted salty from the pee with the distinct aroma of an aroused Bridget. "Lick my cunt!" she said. "Don't miss a spot or you'll pay for it!" I licked for all I was worth, as she kept rising and falling, her ass and cunt bouncing on my face. Her pussy was getting wetter, and I could taste her cunt juices much more than I could taste the pee. She started moaning louder and louder, all the time pressing her cunt down harder and harder. Finally, she came in great heaving waves, her cunt juices flowing as her cunt spasmed one last time. Spent, she sat there, her full weight for a moment on my face. Finally, she got to her feet. She was unsteady on them, spent from her intense orgasm. During all of this,and to my great surprise, I found myself getting intensely aroused. I had never been treated this way before, and had always been the dominant one in all my relationships. She now looked at me and my raging hard-on. "Well look at this!" she said. "Looks like little dick likes having a woman humiliate him. I'll bet he even liked having me piss all over his ugly little face!" With that she sat astride me facing backwards, her asshole right in my face. She started to stroke my cock, which was swelling more and more. I could smell her asshole and the mixture of her womanly juices and her musty pee. "Lick my asshole you worthless fuck!" she said. I immediately obeyed as she stroked away at my cock. My arousal grew with each stroke as I could feel an intense orgasm building within; an orgasm unlike any I have or would ever experience. I was about two seconds away from shooting, when she turned around and squatted over my cock. I could feel the tension rising and rising. I looked up at her face and she strained for a second and then let loose a forceful, burning hot stream of piss on my cock. With that, my cock exploded sending a stream of cum so hard, that it landed on my face and hair. She stopped peeing and moved her cunt up over my face."Open your mouth." she said. Only now, the hard tones had gone out of her voice. Her voice was softer, more gentle, yet it still had authority to it. I did as I was told and she put her cunt over my mouth. She peed slowly into my mouth. "Make sure you swallow it all!" she said as the pee flowed freely into my mouth and down my throat. With all the beer she had drank, she peed what seemed like about thirty seconds, and when the last drops came, she sort of smiled. She then released me from my bonds, but I was too spent to resist, and somehow the anger had passed. It was at that time, I realized that a big change had come over both of us. I now longed for her dominance, and I knew at that moment that I was destined to be her slave. "I long to serve." said I, "I long to be completely yours, and do your bidding." A look came over her face. A changed look. " Well then, a slave you shall be, but remember, the slightest disobedience shall be met with instant chastisement. You will pleasure me whenever I want, and I will use you as a human toilet. You will drink my pee, eat my cunt, be my footstool, and respond to my slightest whim. Do you accept this?" "Yes I said!" She just kind of half smiled, and lit up another cigarette. ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/male-domination-story/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/samanthas-boyfriend/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/samanthas-boyfriend/#comments Thu, 05 Jun 2008 15:55:11 +0000 Administrator dirty sex story reality bbw bukkake_facials http://smutstoriesblog.com/samanthas-boyfriend/ Samantha led Jason into her room where they turned on some music and started to talk. After a while there talk turned into a deep kiss. It seemed like it lasted for hours. After a while Samantha glanced down and saw that he was very turned on. So was Samantha, you could tell from the look on her face. She wanted him more than anything at this moment. Nothing eles mattered. She wanted him to the point that she wasn't going to let him out of the house till she had her way with him. They were both getting really bored so they decided to paint each other with some paint that was left over from painting the house. The paint was white and purple. Which was Samantha's favorite colors. Jason was first, she started out with the purple which she started at the feet. She slowly made her way up his left leg till she reached his inner thieghs. One she had gotten the she was majorly turned on. You could see how wet she was from a mile away. She slowly started to slide his pants down. After getting it all the way off she started to paint the rest of him, but as she started to paint her way up she decided that she had to have him. She took his dick into her mouth and in one quick pass had it all the way in her mouth. Faster and faster she went, paying close attention to the head. After about few minutes of this he came unexpectedly into her mouth. She tried hard to swollow every drop but there was to much and she had to take it out. The rest went all over her dress that she was wearing. After looking at this Jason grabbed her dress and tore it off in one stroke. Now all she was wearing was a pear of black lace panties which came off just as fast. After this she took him into the bath room to get all the paint off and to take a little shower. Once they got into the shower they started to kiss. His hands slid down from her sholders to her firm tits. Then he slid his head down and started to lick and nibble at her nipples. Then he slid his head down even lower till he reached the object of his desire. He slowly ran his tongue along her slit. Thats when she first started to moan. The further he went in and the faster he went the louder she would moan. After a few moments of this she had a orgasm like she had never had before and then grabed his head and pushed it far into her pussy. Through out all of this he never stoped what he was doing. He just kept going. She just kept having orgasm after orgasm. Then she grabbed his head ( one on his shoulders not the other one ( key chain, sorry inside joke )) and pulled it back up and told him that she wanted him to fuck her right now. So she backed up into the corner of the shower and positioned her self where she would not fall. Then he positioned him self were he had very good access. Then he slowly inserted about 1/4 of his cock into her pussy. Then slowly went to 3/4. Then he pushed hard till he could fell that he was all the way in. Then he started to pump slow at first but faster after a few seconds. After a few minutes she was into multiple orgasms. Then in one quick rush he came harder than he had ever came before. They were both tired so they both just fell to the bottom of the shower and layed there not talking or doing anything. This is the first time the whole time that they were quite. After a few seconds they heard a sound of her dad in the room next to them. They both wondered if he had heard them moaning. So they quickly cleaned off got dressed without making a sound. Jason got in the closet that was right behind the door and Samantha went out and got her dad to go out and check on the dogs. The moment he walked out the back door she ran and got Jason and got him to slide out the back door. After about 45 minutes he knocked on the door just like nothing had happened. Samantha's dad answered the door. Her dad let him in and told him that Samantha was back in her room. Once he got back into her room they closed the door and started to crack up laughing. They had gotten away with it. Her dad was the type if he had caught him with her that he would have filled him full of lead and he had the guns there to do it. They were now alone again so they started to kiss. She knew if her dad caught them kissing he would throw him out and never let him back in so they stoped after a few kisses. The rest of the night went by fast and at 11 that night her dad made Jason go home. ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/samanthas-boyfriend/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/handsome-man/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/handsome-man/#comments Tue, 03 Jun 2008 14:53:02 +0000 Administrator true sex story dirty sex story big_cocks group http://smutstoriesblog.com/handsome-man/ A very handsome young man (about 25, she guessed) stepped through the center opening and welcomed members and guests to the club. He was dressed in formal attire and had a very full mustache. The time had arrived, he announced, for the evening's entertainment. As a beginning, Member, Kathy had brought along a young man she would like to introduce to the group. A petit, blonde woman rose from a table to Jan's right and walked to the stage as the curtains were parting to reveal a long, low, padded platform in the center of the stage. New spotlights came up slowly to light the platform in shades of blue and green. Kathy was accompanied by a huge, dark skinned man. He appeared to be at least six feet, six and was very muscular with broad shoulders. Kathy had him stand in front of the platform and spoke to the audience. "Fellow members, I would like you all to meet Kevin. He has graciously consented to come with me tonight (a slight giggle) to demonstrate his unique talent. Please, show them what I mean, Kevin." Kevin's lips parted and the pink tip of his tongue protruded between them. Before Jan's amazed eyes, and those of others in the room, the tongue seemed to just keep coming farther and farther out of his mouth. Fully extended, it looked to be almost six inches long and Jan thought, "This has got to be some kind of a trick or joke." He began to move it up and down and she knew that it was real. When he lowered it, the tip was well below his chin and when he held it up, it completely obscured his nose and his sparkling eyes could be seen on either side. As he was giving his little display, Kathy was untying the sash at her waist and removed her wrap around dress to reveal that she was wearing only a pink garter belt and white stockings underneath. Kathy lay on the low platform at an angle and Jan could clearly see her hairless pussy between her wide spread legs. The difference in size between this giant man and the tiny Kathy was almost comical and Jan had a momentary vision of what it would look like if he were to try make love with little Kathy. Her head would be about even with his stomach, she thought, and found herself getting even more aroused as she tried to picture it. Kevin removed his shirt and was nude to the waist as he knelt between the small woman's legs and started to lick her calves and thighs. As he worked his way up to the exposed lips of her shaved pussy, Jan couldn't resist the impulse to move her hand under the edge of her short skirt and place two fingers on her clit. She started to rub it lightly as she watched the show before her. A large TV monitor lit up at the back of the stage and it was clear that there was a video camera somewhere overhead in a position to give a clear, close up view of what was happening on the platform. She wanted to look for the camera, but couldn't tear her eyes away from Kevin's long tongue gently sweeping up and down Karen's open slit. He inserted the tip between the lips and moved his head forward to enter her two or three inches. Jan's eyes jumped to the monitor where she could get a closer look as he inserted and withdrew his monster tongue. Kathy was squeezing her nipples and running her hands over her breasts and flat stomach as she moaned in obvious pleasure at the deep penetration Kevin was able to achieve. Jan was fingering her clit faster and harder as Karen cried out with the beginning of her orgasm and, in the monitor, she could see Kevin extend his tongue as far as possible and move his head forward until his nose was pressed tight against Kathy's pubic bone. He stayed that way while she bucked and kneaded her firm breasts while she called out in release. Finally, Kevin withdrew from Kathy and his face gleamed with her juices in the spotlights. Kathy, still shaken from the intensity of her orgasm, raised herself up on one elbow and said to the audience, "As you can see, Kevin is quite unusual, but... there's more." She smiled up at Kevin and he released the top of his pants. He was facing away from the audience as he lowered the pants and stepped out of them. When he turned around, there was an audible gasp from several tables (Jan thought she might have been one of them, but wasn't sure). Kevin's cock was at least ten inches long and an inch and a half to two inches in diameter. It wasn't completely hard, yet but seemed quite firm nonetheless. Karen stood beside him and bending only a little took the large head between her lips and sucked at it. She used both hands to slide along the sides of the shaft and Jan could see that it was growing as she watched. When it was almost twelve inches long (and fatter, if that was possible), Karen turned to the members and guests and said, "Unfortunately, my pelvic anatomy is a bit small to make full use of this wonderful member but we're working on it a little at a time." She smiled up at the giant beside her and winked. "I would like to suggest that a volunteer come up here so we can see how well Kevin uses that which nature has provided. Hands shot up all over the room and Jan heard calls of "Oh, God. Let me do it." and "Please... me!" Dan stood and addressed Karen. He spoke quietly, but the noise of the room quickly abated so he could be heard. Jan sensed that Dan was one of the more dominant members of this group and he was granted deference in all things. "I have with me a first time guest.", he said, and Jan's heart began to pound in her throat. "And, I would like to ask the indulgence of those here assembled to allow my friend, Jan, to sample this marvelous discovery first." He can't really mean it.", she thought, "There is no way I'm going to let that monster tear me apart." She looked at Dan with fire in her eyes and mouthed the word, "NO!" He stood beside her, holding her arm in his hand, and whispered, "Karen has already assured me that Kevin has complete control and will not allow you to be hurt in any way. He will give you only what you can accept and stop when you tell him to. You see, this is a little gift that Karen and I worked up especially for you and I really hope you won't spoil the surprise." Suddenly, Jan understood the full extent of the power Dan had over her. She knew without question that she would ascend to the stage, undress before all these people and accept as much of that huge member into her body as she could. She didn't know why, but she knew she was going to do it. Dan walked with her to the edge of the stage and gave her hand to Karen who helped her step up. As the petit blonde removed Jan's clothes, she was even more struck with how small Karen really was. When Jan was completely nude (Karen had even taken off her garter belt and stockings), she turned to face Kevin. His body was well muscled without a hint of fat and his skin was a light brown. It was hard to tell from his face if he was Italian, Spanish or a mix of several nationalities, but one thing he was was beautiful. Not just handsome, but truly beautiful. He bent quickly to kiss her lips and she tasted a hint of Karen's musky wetness on his mouth. He pressed down lightly on her shoulders and she found herself slowly descending along his gorgeous body. As she lowered herself to her knees, she leaned forward to place a small kiss on his solid stomach, then she was face to face with his tremendous member. She glanced to the side to see if she could locate Dan, but the spotlights made it hard to make out more than general shapes and she was glad that she couldn't see the audience she knew was watching her. Jan lifted Kevin's cock with both hands and placed the head against her lips. It was quite heavy, as she had expected, but much smoother than she had imagined. It felt almost like satin to the touch and she extended her tongue to press against the small slit at its end. "How strange,", she thought, "that such a large cock would have a normal size opening." She licked her lips to moisten them and allowed them to part as she moved forward capturing the head. She had thought Robert was large, but the best she could do with Kevin was the head and one or two inches beyond. Her mouth simply wouldn't open far enough to take more. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the TV monitor and saw that there was apparently another camera at a low level as her face filled the screen. She normally didn't think of herself as pretty and when she looked in the mirror, all she seemed to notice were the small defects that no one else ever saw. But, in the monitor, she saw for the first time what a truly beautiful woman she was (or, at least, could be). She also saw her mouth stretched wider than she would have imagined possible and Kevin's tremendous member sliding in and out between her lips through a combination of her motion and a gentle swaying of his hips. She thought how sad it was that he had probably never experienced a real oral loving as most "normal" men were capable of. While she was doing her best to make Kevin enjoy the limited access to her warm, wet mouth, she felt Karen applying a liberal coating of slippery lubricant around and in her pussy and suddenly remembered why she had been brought on stage. She felt a slight panic race through her body and looked up to see Kevin smiling down at her. She felt that Dan had told her the truth and trusted Kevin to take it slow and allow her to adjust. He had most likely had plenty of experience with that. Soon, Karen lifted her gently away from Kevin and had her lay in the same position Karen had occupied earlier. "Have to be in the right place for the camera.", Jan thought with an internal chuckle, and realized that everything was probably being recorded on video tape as well. She hoped this adventure wouldn't come back to haunt her, but at the moment all she cared about was having Kevin in her body and she could deal with everything else later. He moved between her spread legs and leaned down to kiss her. He parted her lips with the tip of his tongue and she half feared and half hoped he would fill her mouth with it. He didn't, but raised back up on his hands to watch as she reached down and guided him toward the thoroughly lubricated entrance to her vagina. She slipped the head up and down along her slit a few times, then released him to use her hands to spread the lips wide in anticipation of his first attempt at entry. He came forward only enough to lodge the wide head between her open lips and stopped. By tilting her head back only a little, she was able to get an upside down view of his cock about to enter her body in the large monitor. She watched in fascination as he came forward little by little until the head had disappeared entirely. It was a weird sensation to watch that other woman on the screen being penetrated by a huge male member as she felt the pressure against the walls of her own vagina as it was entered simultaneously. She released her soft lips and raised her arms to stroke his strong sides and what little of his back she could reach. "So far, so good.", she thought. There was a definite sense of being stretched, but it seemed his girth was not going to be an insurmountable problem. The head was all the way inside her and she felt him flex back and forth a little rubbing the bulb against her inner lips and the ridge that formed just beyond them. In addition to the more than adequate lubrication Kathy had supplied, Jan could tell that she was producing lots of fluid on her own and Kevin slid tightly, but easily in and out. She looked down as about two inches of his cock followed the head into her depths and felt the firm edges of his head touching deeper parts of her. She let out a gasp and Kevin looked concerned that he might have hurt her. "It's all right.", she whispered, "It just caught me by surprise a little." Reassured that she was O.K., he started moving in and out, gaining just a little more depth with each stroke. She was on the verge of an orgasm, now, and she put the back of her hand against her mouth and bit against it so that she wouldn't cry out. When it came, biting her hand didn't help much and she heard her self let out a sharp squeak, followed by a long moan. She was coming hard and he hadn't even gotten very far into her yet. What had she gotten herself into? Was it possible to be fucked to death? He was still working himself deeper and she was feeling as full as she had ever been in her life. When the head bumped against her cervix, a new orgasm began even before the first one had subsided and she was pushed even higher. He stopped moving and held himself all the way into her as her head thrashed from side to side and she heard herself almost screaming with the intensity of her climax. She caught occasional glimpses of the monitor and saw that there were still at least four inches of Kevin outside her body. She wanted it all! She wanted him into her until his stomach was pressing against hers, but knew it was impossible. On impulse, she ran her hands across her flat tummy and could feel the rise where his shaft was pressing against the top of her vagina. He started fucking in and out from her depths to a point where the head was just barely inside and back again. She was coming continuously and thought she might actually pass out from the intensity of it, but she stayed with him and sensed when he was getting close to his own orgasm. She pulled his face against hers and kissed him hard, then whispered in his ear, "I want you to come in my mouth!" That was all he needed. Immediately, he pulled out of her and moved up to kneel beside her head. Jan opened her mouth wide and worked his shaft with both hands. She was desperate to feel him pumping and taste his warm cum. Her hands were soaked with her own juices as she stroked his entire length and they slid easily along his cock. She felt the first contractions with her thumbs along the underside of this incredible instrument of pleasure. Almost at the same time, a large spurt hit the inside of her cheek and ran down to her throat. Soon, she felt as if she were taking a shower in his hot sperm as it fell all over her face and into her mouth. She didn't think he was ever going to stop. She was certain there had been at least ten strong spurts and he was still releasing small ones every few seconds. Finally, it was over and she pulled him to her mouth where she took in as much as she could and sucked hard as if trying to drain him completely (which she was). She was aware of riotous cheering and applause but couldn't seem to remember where she was or why people were cheering for a minute. When it came back to her, she saw that the curtain was closed and the monitor was off. Kevin lay down beside her and covered her body with his strong arm as she drifted off to sleep. ]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/handsome-man/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/couple-and-a-girl/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/couple-and-a-girl/#comments Tue, 20 May 2008 15:45:11 +0000 Administrator free sex story dirty sex story bisexual_porn http://smutstoriesblog.com/couple-and-a-girl/ Her nipples were continuously tight and erect and I couldn't resist encouraging them with a friendly tweak or two. She, on the other hand, saw to it that my skirt was high enough up my thighs that the tops of my stockings and the suspenders of my garterbelt were in view. We had a lovely dinner and danced til 2:00. In the morning each of us seducing my husband. Judy was so very good in the seduction department and never failed to turn us both on. When we returned to our room, we enjoyed each other tremendously, but had to limit ourselves so he could get some sleep for the next morning. I awoke after he had left and decided a shower would make me feel a lot better. I went into the bath room and began the ritual and after entering the shower stall, found that I was still very excited from the night before. Remembering his cock buried deep into Judy's mouth was a sight to behold. I soaped my body and the silky feel of the suds made my hands roam over my breasts, tweaking my hard nipples. Both Judy and I keep our pubic hair totally shaved and as I soaped myself, I discovered how smooth and silky it felt. I spent several minutes seductively playing with myself and discovered that my fingers could enter my moist slit very easily. I began stroking my pubis with one hand, while running the fingers of my other hand into my open cunt. This really felt good, why hadn't I tried it before? The soap was one of my very favorites and it filled the bath with its sweet fragrance. I was so busy running my hands over my body that I hadn't heard when Judy entered the bathroom and watched me through the clear glass shower door. I was really quite pleased when she opened the door and joined me in the shower. Judy reached for me and hugged me tight. Her ample boobs touching my smaller ones gently at first and then seemed to massage them when she moved from side to side. The soapy suds helped as we did our little dance in the shower sliding our bodies together. Soap was everywhere it seemed. I was rubbing it all over her body as well as my own. Suds ran down our breasts, through the valley between and on toward our tummies. When our triangles rubbed together, we couldn't help but take advantage of his added stimulation. She and I rubbed ourselves together trying desperately for the clit to clit friction. The hot water beat on our bodies and added to our heat as we frantically rubbed our bodies together. We were startled out of our reverie when the shower door opened again and my hubby stepped in! He had been standing at the door watching the show and his hard cock was evidence of the effect that we had on him. Judy dropped to her knees and grabbed him into her hot mouth. I rubbed the suds over his shoulders and chest from behind as she sucked the entire length of his cock into her mouth. He was thrusting in to her so deep that his balls were bouncing off her chin as she pulled his ass toward her face. Her pulling parted his cheeks and gave me an idea. I soaped up my finger and gently slid it into his tight asshole. He moaned so loudly that I was afraid the neighbors would hear. Judy loved it too because his cock got harder and he fucked her face with renewed passion. I was afraid he'd cum in her greedily waiting mouth but Judy knew us too well to allow that to happen. She slithered up, drawing two soapy lines up his hairy body with her huge boobs. She stepped around him and pulled me into her arms turning me around so that my back was pushed up against her slippery globes. I couldn't wait any longer, I had to have cock!!!! I lifted my leg and manuvered my pussy so that I could get the head into my steaming hole. He lifted me and I was suspended. My arms around his neck and the very core of my existence impaled on his hard rod. Judy came around behind me and took my arms so that I could leanack into the splashing water as he plunged into my deepest cavern. I couldn't hold out for long and it was my turn to disturb the neighbors with sounds of pure passion. As I slid to the floor, an exhausted but totally satisfied wreck, Judy moved around and bent over so as to present him with her curvy ass and me with her sensuous mouth to kiss. He wasn't about to refuse her invitation and with a little lubrication from the soap and her pussy juices he buried himself to the balls in her steamy anus. I squirmed under her and managed to get my fingers into her pussy and my mouth on her throbbing clit. It was unbelievably sensuous feeling my husband's cock violating her tiny bud as my fingers plundered her pussy. Judy couldn't stand much of this without cumming and, in moments she began to buck and moan as her orgasm swept over her like tidal waves. Her sounds and the clinching of her tight little hole brought him to the brink and this time when I slipped my soapy finger into his ass he pumped her full. His cock popped out of her like a champagne cork and we scrambled out of the shower because the hot water had been used and we were being showered with what felt like ice water. Even to this day, none of us can remember who turned the shower off but we all remember the sweet feelings of fullfillment as we snuggled in each other's arms and slept the afternoon away...]]> http://smutstoriesblog.com/couple-and-a-girl/feed/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/perfect-teen-in-suspension-bondage/ http://smutstoriesblog.com/perfect-teen-in-suspension-bondage/#comments Thu, 24 Apr 2008 06:23:11 +0000 Administrator bdsm cartoon interracial spanking_porn http://smutstoriesblog.com/perfect-teen-in-suspension-bondage/ My eyes took in all of her beauty, travelling down past the narrow waist, her slim hips and continuing down to her full, but trim, thighs. Her legs were masterpieces: they were long and firm, perfectly shaped and their beauty was enhanced by the fresh welts rising as a result of her latest whipping. The skin on her inner thighs, the area closest to her cunt, had drawn most of my fury this night and the result was plain: long, deep red angry welts that almost seemed the color of blood, criss-crossing in a pattern that showed how each cut of the whip had been laid down. I took pride in my artistic abilities: so what if my brush was a leather whip and my canvass the beautiful body of an innocent woman, fresh out of high school. Every burning touch of the whip had been laid down with forethought and design to carefully bring out her finest features. Her ass had also been visited by my cruel punisher, but I had concentrated my attentions on her thighs and breasts, giving her ass somewhat of a break in order to let last nights wounds heal. The cross-cross pattern continued down her tanned legs, tapering off to nothing around the cuffs that locked her ankles to the ground, forcing her legs to be spread open about five feet apart. She was pulled taught by the ropes from the ceiling pulley, and the only way she could relieve the growing pain and pressure in her shoulders was by standing on her tiptoes. But with her legs so unnaturally spread apart, it was impossible to stand up high for more than a few minutes...she moaned and groaned as her tortured body rose and fell in her vain attempts to relieve the pressure in her shoulders and legs. I watched the poor girl for a few minutes, almost feeling sorry for her. I turned down the bright spotlights that fell upon her from the concrete ceiling and moved closer to her, standing in front of her where she could see my face. My hands reached out for and roughly squeezed her full breasts, my fingers finding her nipples and pinching them until they were back to their proper hardness. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked at me pleadingly, moaning wildly and shaking with spasms that seemed to run uncontrollably up and down the full length of her body. She had been held in this stringent bondage for a long time, and it was time to let her relax a bit; after all, it wouldn't be a good idea to drain away every ounce of energy: it's no fun if you leave them too weak to scream and shake. I kept one hand on her right breast and let the other one slide down her belly and through the triangle of black hair that remained above her clean-shaven pussy. Her body stiffened as she felt my fingers slide along the wet lips of her pretty cunt; a cunt that I had come to know very well during the past few days. Her pussy was a special delight: her vaginal lips were especially large, about the diameter of a half-dollar at their widest point, and her clit was about an inch long and very prominently displayed when erect and poking out from underneath the protective hood. My fingers cruelly gripped the tender membranes of one lip and she really started moaning and shaking when I pinched as hard as I could. I could feel my fingernails biting into her sensitive female flesh, eliciting longer and deeper muffled moans the harder I squeezed. Her pussy had escaped major punishment so far, but later this evening, after she is locked into a more proper position for such work, I will give her cunt a full workout. But like I said, I was going to give her a little break, so I took my hands away from her frightened body and instead used them to unlock the three-inch dildo gag that was jammed into her mouth. She sighed and breathed heavily the moment the gag was out, licking her dried lips and opening and closing her jaw, trying to restore feeling