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a couple stories by the doc
Strip Search
Crissy sang with her sweetest voice the lead part of the summer music festival presented by her church. The many years of private voice lessons had helped make her the most sought after soloist in the large church choir she attended regularly. Her husband Robert smiled at her from the audience with pride knowing she was the most talented musician in the annual program. He didn't share her zeal for regular church attendance but was happy to accompany her to witness her special program. Crissy was naturally gifted with singing and dancing talents that were developed from her early childhood home. She had all the benefits of growing up in a warm nurturing family life with her strict religious parents. Nothing was held back from her when it came to special classes in voice and ballet. The young wife was filled with a natural grace and composure that clearly made her stand out in even a church crowd. Even though her husband had some appreciation for her upbringing, it was her drop dead sexy body that made his blood boil. Ever since she graduated at the end of spring quarter, Crissy had a strong desire to teach music. That was the only reason she had agreed to move so far away from her family in Denver to this small community in southern Tennessee. She would be teaching her one year internship in the music department at the community college in the fall. As Robert watched his 20 year old bride sing, he couldn't help but notice her gorgeous tits rise and fall even under the choir robe. God she was fine piece of woman even if she was so shy and modest about showing any of her charms anywhere in public. Her petite 5' 4" figure was flawless topped by the sweetest smelling soft auburn shoulder length hair. Back in Denver when she would wear her bikini, her full milky breasts would spill out of her top giving him a raging hard on just watching her. Since the wedding, the young husband never tired of exploring her body from her hard rose colored nipples to her sweet wet pussy just barely covered with soft dark red hair. Crissy still got embarrassed when her husband wanted to leave the light on in their bedroom so her could see her most secret parts as they made love. Sitting in church, Robert's mind remembered how hot she got as he pounded away fucking his bride to a shuddering climax. Even though she still wouldn't even consider any oral or anal sex, Crissy would buck and squeal in the missionary position through repeated orgasms under her new husband. Robert had to give a slight grin thinking that it would only be a matter of time before he would finally talk her into taking his throbbing cock between her full soft lips for a blow job. Hell, she was so shy, she still wouldn't let him kiss or suck on her precious little pussy. Crissy still thought that it was "dirty and perverted" to do anything like that. As Robert listened to the music, he had to cross his legs to hide his stiff cock from thinking about all the things he would like to do to his sweet little bride. Even though they had only been married three months ago, living with her new husband in such a backward part of the county was not her idea of fun. She didn't have any of her old friends to spend time with like she enjoyed back home. Crissy was looking forward to the year passing quickly so they could move back to Denver and be around a higher class of people and real civilization again. The young wife was real tired of all the off color remarks she would hear from the men in the small town. She couldn't help but notice all the unwanted attention she would get as they would openly stare at her swaying breasts as she walked by. The rude comments were not welcome as the modest young wife tried to disregard the stares and keep her eyes from making contact with the grinning faces. Crissy had discussed the problem with her husband Robert but he just kept telling her men will be men. Somehow, she almost got the idea her husband kind of enjoyed the attention she got from the guys. He would always make some joke about how hard up these guys are or how she should be happy she was the center of attention. "What do you expect," he would laugh, "these poor guys have never seen anything as sweet and tender as you in their whole life." It really made her mad when Robert would tell her to let them have there fun and not get so worked up over it. The only job her husband could find was as a mechanic at the one and only auto dealership in the community. He had hoped to use his college business skills but had to depend on the wages from the shop to pay the bills while Crissy finished her teaching assignment. Most of the men he worked with were older and quite a rough bunch of guys that had known each other since childhood. Robert was new and found it hard to make friends with the guys at the shop. The one thing he seemed to have in common with the group was a love for motorcycles. He had been forced to sell his road bike to raise money for the move from Denver. He found that if he talked about motorcycles and hung out with the guys playing poker and drinking beer, someone would always have an extra bike for him to ride on the weekends. Several weeks ago, Crissy had stopped by the shop to deliver his lunch he had forgotten. As she walked through the shop looking for him, the word spread like wildfire that she was Robert's wife. It seemed from that day on, the guys went out of their way to be nice to the young husband. Even Bart, the shop foreman, made a comment that he should forget his lunch more often so they "could get a better look at that sweet little thing." Robert just laughed it off and joked that if she came down there very often, no one would get any work done. The young husband felt the pride and envy knowing that every guy in the shop would give his left nut to have a wife as sexy as Crissy. He felt damn good that he was the only man there that had seen her naked body knowing that any guy there would trade places with him in a heartbeat. Hell, he might as well use all the advantages he had to gain the respect of his coworkers. Crissy hated to see her husband hanging around with the guys from the shop after work. She knew they were rough and crude and didn't like to see her new husband go to the bar to drink and play cards with them. Every time she would have to go to the shop to pick up Robert after work, several of the guys would invite her to come along with her husband for a little fun. Even though they gave her the creeps her husband did little to discourage them from making her put up with their crude jokes. All she could do was to loose herself in her music studies and help out at church. It was Friday afternoon as Robert came home from work excited that he didn't have to work the weekend, and better yet, Bart had given him two tickets to the all day western rock concert Saturday. As Robert showed the program to his young wife, it was clear Crissy was less than enthusiastic about the whole idea of spending the day up in the hills listening to "hillbilly" music. The concert was sponsored by a motorcycle club from Nashville and was to be held at a private farm up in the hills. Several bands would play the day long event. She tried to explain she really didn't want to go but Robert wouldn't take no for an answer. "You never do anything I like to do!" he complained, "now I want to spend some time with you at the concert." "Bart is bringing his wife and he made me promise that you would spend the day with her." "A couple other guys from work and their wives will be there and it's high time you get in and have a little fun with the group." She had always objected to going to the bar with him and his friends using the excuse she couldn't stand the cigarette smoke. Crissy saw that her husband meant to force the issue and she was going whether she wanted to or not. Well at least she wouldn't have to put up with Robert's creepy buddies with the other wives there for her to be with. It was Saturday morning and Bart would be stopping by to pick them up in a few minutes as Crissy stepped out of the shower. "All right, what does one wear to a high class concert like this?" Crissy asked with a tone of disdain. Robert was ready handing her his favorite short white summer dress with thin little straps across the shoulders. "No way!" she complained holding it up in front of her showing him that it was too short. "Come on honey quit acting like a prude," he shouted, "it's going to be hot today and you've never even worn it since I bought it for you." "You'd think nobody has ever seen a leg before," he taunted her. "All right if you don't care if your wife runs around half naked then why should I care," Crissy yelled knowing that she really shouldn't have agreed to her husband's wishes. Pouting to herself, she slipped on her matching white lace bra and panties and then slipped the short little dress over her head. After putting on her sandals, she stood back and looked in the full length mirror on the wall. God, she could tell that wearing this short little lightweight dress was a mistake. The hem only came down about four inches below her cute little butt and the material was so thin that you could see the outline of her brief panties and bra. It would be a challenge to keep her modesty and not let someone see her panties. What's worse, the young bride's thick dark nipples pushed out through her bra making the tips clearly visible and even the dark outline of each nipple could be seen under the white fabric. Crissy had just decided to change when she heard the sound of Bart's pickup horn and Robert grabbed her arm to hurry out to the truck. She grabbed her straw purse and ran along behind her husband watching Bart's face widen to a full grin as they approached his pickup. "Hop right in sweetheart," Bart invited as he watched the young wife hold her short dress down as she struggled to climb up in the four wheel drive pickup seat. Robert slipped in beside her as Bart roared out the driveway. "Are we going to pick up you wife?" Crissy asked Bart after they made a turn away from town. Bart cleared his throat as he explained that she was picking up another wife and going to meet them at the parking lot. Crissy shot a questioning glance at her husband who just shrugged his shoulders as though it was no big deal. A few miles further, Bart turned off the highway and drove to house at the end of a long driveway saying he was picking up Leroy and Dave, from the shop, to take them to the concert. "Can only ride four up front so flip a coin and the other guy gets the back," Bart announced. Leroy let out a holler as he slid in next to Robert packing Crissy tightly between her husband and his smelly boss. The young bride was aware of the knowing glances between the two strange men in the crowded pickup. Here she was sandwiched between Robert's big bellied boss trying to keep her short dress in place with a knee on each side of the floor mounted gear shift that Bart seemed to enjoy shifting into fifth gear. "Honey, if this here gear shift starts turning you on we can stop and let you get yourself off... if ya know what I mean," Bart laughed as he gave her a nudge with his elbow. "How bout it Robert.... you ever use the gear shift knob on your little wife back in your neckin days?" Leroy and Bart laughed as they kept teasing the young husband about making out with his wife before they were married. Robert thought it best to just laugh along with the men even though he could see how embarrassed his wife was listening to the foul talk. Crissy's face turned blush pink at the nasty remark Bart had made at her expense. The young wife squirmed backward as the shift knob pushed the hem of her dress higher only a few inches from the crotch of her panties. Several times she felt Bart's bare knuckles accidently brush against the inside of her bare thigh way up too high to be comfortable. She was so intent on keeping herself covered, the young bride didn't notice that Bart would laugh and hit all the bumps in the logging road as the two men watched her tits flop up and down. Dave was looking in from the back of the pickup watching her heaving tits. "Better hold on tight to yer little wife," Bart laughed, "these fuckin ruts get bigger every time I come up here." Robert couldn't help notice the show his wife was putting on for the guys. He tried to hold her against him so she wouldn't bounce around so much but he thought it best to just let the guys have their fun. Just before they arrived at the parking lot, Bart pulled to a stop and yelled back to Dave it was time for a hit. Continued in part 2......... Strip Search 2/3 STORY: Strip Search 2/3 "Everybody out for a hit and a piss," yelled Bart as he and Leroy piled out of the truck. The young wife sat in the truck alone looking down as the three men stood at the side of the truck shooting streams of piss in the air in plain view not seeming to care that it might offend the modest wife. Robert joined the others taking a leak and, in a somewhat apologetic way, ask the guys to try and keep things under control for his wife's sake. "My wife is shy and modest and she will never go to another concert with us if we don't settle down a bit," the young husband pleaded. "Yur right son," lied Bart, "us boys done forgot our manners around a sweet little lady like your wife." Dave was lighting a joint he had taken from his backpack and passed it around to Leroy and then Bart. He handed it to Robert saying, "here this will help us all mellow out and get along better from now on." Robert hesitated but thought if he joined them and went along with them they would respect his wishes and not act too wild around his wife. Crissy couldn't believe her eyes as see watched her husband take a couple long drags on the joint. She had never used drugs and she was sure her husband would never defile his body either. Leroy took a drag and walked over to the open door and smiled through brown rotted teeth at the nervous young wife. "Mam, would you like a little puff of the weed before we go into the concert?" She just shook her head no and looked away trying to avoid his lustful stare. Bart put his arm around Robert and grinned at his friends while he ask him if his wife needed to take a piss. Robert walked over to his wife and ask her if she needed to go to the bathroom. Actually, she did have to go quite badly but she was not about to let these greasy men watch her go behind a tree. Her eyes just pleaded with her husband to take her back home. "We will be allright honey once we go inside with all the other people," he explained, "the other wives are probably waiting inside." "Let's just try to enjoy the rest of the day and listen to the music," Robert whispered running his fingers lightly across her forehead. Even though she agreed to go inside, Crissy was starting to show concern. Here she was with three strange men who gave her the creeps. Her husband was clearly intimidated by all three of the older men and wasn't willing to stand up to his boss but just tried to laugh off his crude comments with a joke. Everyone had to leave their vehicles in the parking lot and take old school busses the final ten miles to the farm where the concert was to be held. As she held tightly to Robert's hand walking toward the busses, the crowd of people gathered in the parking lot were dirty biker low life types that made her skin crawl. They all wore black leather riding gear making her short white little dress stand out even more. The young wife clutched her purse and kept her eyes forward trying not to notice the looks and whistles from the group of men waiting to board the busses. A large sign welcomed the group to the music festival with a list of warnings and regulations. 1. ABSOLUTELY NO DRUGS OR WEAPONS ALLOWED. 2. EACH PERSON OR PARCEL MAY BE SEARCHED BY SECURITY. 3. ZERO TOLERANCE - ALL OFFENDERS WILL BE PROSECUTED TO THE FULL EXTENT OF THE LAW. 4. PRIVATE PROPERTY - NO VEHICLES ALLOWED BEYOND THIS POINT. "What are those guys thinking of?" Crissy whispered in her husbands ear, "don't they see the signs about drugs?" Her heart was pounding as they approached the tables at the security check station. Six or seven big burly men in black T shirts with the word "SECURITY" printed across the back were going through the packs, pockets and purses of the crowd before letting them on the busses. Bart and his friends didn't hesitate or seem to be afraid to let the security men look through their backpacks. Crissy was just sure they would find the drugs she knew were there and they would all be in trouble. She handed her purse to the security man and he dumped the contents out on the table as he eyed her cleavage. He looked through her makeup bag and opened her wallet and shuffled through a few bills. The young wife was mortified when he grinned and pulled a neatly packed rubber wrapped in a pink ribbon out and showed it to one of the other security guards. She had completely forgot about it and the guards were enjoying her humiliation in front of the group of men. "We could auction this off and get a shit load of money if we didn't start a riot first," the guard laughed handing her purse back to the embarrassed young woman. Crissy and her husband hurried onto the bus to find Bart and his two friends. There was only one seat left open, and the sign said "no standing", so the driver had Crissy sit on her husbands lap next to a big tattoo covered biker. "You interested in buying a good set of wheels?" he ask Robert as he looked his wife up and down. "We got some good buys on some custom machines up at the concert... we rebuild em and raise money for our club's civic activities." "Sure, I'm always looking for a good deal on a new bike," Robert told him hoping to satisfy the big smelly biker. "Good... look me up when you get up there and I'll make you a deal," he said almost like a threat. "OK," agreed the young husband as he watched the biker openly study his young wife's jiggling tits. With Bart and his friends leading the way off the bus, Crissy stayed close to her husband as they walked through the mass of concert goers looking for a good place to hear the bands. Many of the guys were laying on the ground on their backs and enjoyed the flash of Crissy's white panties as she stepped over them following the guys. In the rush of the moment, the young wife had completely forgotten that her little dress was so short and wasn't aware that she was standing directly above two grinning faces. With her legs slightly apart for balance, the two guys were getting a great view of her perky little ass cheeks and her panty covered crotch. While Robert was helping the other guys find a good place to sit, she looked down to see the two grinning men ask her "if you need a good place to sit honey, take your cute little panties off and sit on my face and I'll stick my tongue up your hot little pussy." The young bride jumped with surprise away from those terrible laughing men and the nasty things they had said to her. Crissy sat on a dirty blanket between Bart and his friends listening to some of the worst music she had ever heard. Robert had relaxed and closed his eyes and seemed to be enjoying the music and the outdoors. After the music set ended, Bart wanted to show Robert some of the bikes that were for sale over next to a group of tents about a half mile further up the road. "You can keep us company while they are gone if ya want," offered the grinning Leroy. "No thanks... I'm staying with my husband if you don't mind," she said sharply. The young wife had noticed that the greasy Leroy kept moving around on the blanket to get a better view under her short dress. She knew that, in spite of her best efforts, the creep had got several good looks at her panties when she wasn't looking. Bart and Robert were sitting on and checking out several different motorcycles when the big biker they had met on the bus walked over and started talking to them. He was insisting that they take a quick spin around the parking lot and see how nice the bikes ran. Robert tried to explain that he wasn't quite ready to buy but the big guy started to get upset. Bart yelled over to Crissy standing with Leroy and Dave that they were going for a quick spin around the parking lot. The big biker had Robert on behind him and Bart ask Crissy if she wanted to take a spin. The young wife certainly didn't want her husband to leave her alone with the two men but she couldn't very well climb on behind Bart with such a short dress. "Hurry right back honey," the nervous wife called out to her disappearing husband. The sound of the bikes faded away as she listened for the first sound of their return. Leroy opened his backpack and pulled out a joint and lit up saying," we might as well take a hit while were waitin." The young wife's heart fell to the pit of her stomach when she saw this idiot using drugs right out in the open. Both of the men were taking drags while she pleaded with them to put it away before someone notices them. All they would say is nobody was watching but if she would take a puff, they would put it away for later. The trembling woman though better of it but decided it was the only way to make them stop. Leroy handed the smoking joint, and looking both ways, she drew in a breath of acrid smoke. Crissy's eyes were watering as she coughed trying to rid her lungs of the awful smoke. Leroy was pounding on her back helping her catch her breath. The few bikers working at the sales tents just watched with casual interest at the stunning girl with long tanned legs. At first no one noticed the security jeep pull up beside them. Three large security guards piled out of the jeep and formed a circle around Crissy and the two men. A large German shepherd remained leashed to the back seat of the jeep. One of the guards sn*tched Leroy's backpack and quickly found several joints. Another guard grabbed Crissy's purse and dumped the contents out on the ground ordering her to put her hands on the top of her head and stay that way . The terrified wife watched as they searched Leroy and Dave looking in their pockets, shoes and shirts while they stood with arms raised against a large pine tree. The young wife gasp as Leroy and Dave were stripped bare ass naked right in front of her. She noticed that these security guards didn't look like regular police officers but instead were probably members of the motorcycle club hired to work the concert. Their hands were dirty and all had grease under their fingernails. They were all huge rough looking men with big necks. Telling the two men to stay put, the three guards gathered around the frightened young wife. "Please, my husband and I don't really know these men... he will be right back... we just got married.... he can explain everything," she pleaded with a quivering voice. "Shut the fuck up, honey.... we'll do the asking and you'll do the answering, got that straight?" "Yes sir," she squeaked. The three security guards smiled knowingly at each other as they enjoyed the sight of this gougous young thing, standing with her hands on her head making her big tits stick out. Her short little dress was pulled higher from the position of her stretched arms showing off the entire length of her tanned legs. They knew she was definitely out of place running around with slime like Leroy and Dave. Whatever was her husband thinking of to let his beautiful little bride, dressed in a skimpy little dress, get herself in this kind of trouble. The three guards were not above having some fun with this cute little wife. Even though they were only temporary security police, they got a big charge out of pushing people around and showing authority. They were not really trained to preform body searches and certainly not authorized to search a female suspect. Carlos, the big Mexican, was the team leader and he wasn't going to let this sweet little chance pass him by. "What's yer name sweetheart?" growled Carlos moving his face close to her's. "Crissy Miller" she barely whispered. "Well Mrs. Crissy Miller you done got yourself in some real trouble here didn't ya now." "Mrs. Crissy are you going to be a good girl and do exactly what your told or you gonna make me cuff you and let my boys practice a stripsearch?" "I'll do... but I want a female... "No can do Crissy, Your stuck with us handsome fellows, so shut up and listen!" "Crissy, you got any more drugs or weapons on you?" "No sir.... I can explain if you.... please... please." "Open your mouth... now," ordered Carlos. While the sobbing young wife held her mouth wide open, Carlos stuck his dirty fingers inside checking under her tongue making her gag. The burly guard smelled her breath and smiled as he detected the smell of pot. "Sure enough... you been naughty and puffin on weed Crissy Miller." "Keep your hands on your head," he ordered as he slowly let his big hands run up her ribs to her armpits... then slowly over her heaving breasts. It was all the young wife could do hold her position while this greasy security guard moulded her soft tits between his fingers. "My oh my you really got a set of jugs there Mrs. Miller... bet your hubby plays with em alot.. huh?.... huh?... answer me!!" "Yes" she whispered in shame. Both Leroy and Dave watched wide eyed as the security guard fondled Crissy's tits. About half a dozen other guys gathered around to watch this helpless girl get checked for drugs. Carlos let his hands slide down over her butt squeezing the firmness of her ass. "Please don't touch me down there... please... please," she begged. The frightened young wife looked out at the leering faces of the men gathered around to watch her humiliation. "Please don't let them watch me... please... "You should have thought of that before you brought drugs to the concert, Crissy Miller," Carlos taunted. "You want to finish this without me touching you down there or letting the guys see all of you?" "Yes.. yes... please.. anything.... "OK Crissy Miller... you win... but ya have to do exactly what I say.. understand?" "Yes... please don't hurt me.." "Slip out of your bra so you can show me your bare tits." "Right here in front of everyone?" she questioned. "OK.. deals off... "NO.. no... please I'll do it... I'm sorry." The young wife unbuttoned the front of her dress and wiggled around until she is able to pull the bra free from beneath her dress. Holding her dress closed, she handed her white bra to Carlos. The men pressed closer hoping to catch a glimpse of a nipple. "Now Crissy, hold the neck of your dress out so I can look down there and see if you have any drugs hidden there." The young bride slowly pulled her dress out away from her body letting the security guard see her naked tits. "Boy oh boy look at those nipples... Mrs. Miller... You want me to play with em a little don't you honey.. "Yes" the sobbing wife lied. Carlos grinned at his friends as he reached down her dress front and pinched and rolled her tender nipples to hardness under her dress. "You like that... don't ya honey... I can tell you like to let guys play with your hard little nipples." "You ready to show me your cute little pussy Crissy Miller?" he teased. "Oh no please... not down there.. please" "That was our little bargain wasn't it honey." "What color pussy hair do you have Crissy?" he hissed. "Kinda red" she whispered hating him for asking such intimate questions. "Lets just get a little peek at it without letting any of these nasty guys see your little pussy. "You promised not to touch me.. you promised".... the young wife pleaded. Kneeling in front of her, Carlos ordered her to pull her crotch band aside and let him check for drugs under her short dress. Taking a deep breath, the young bride slowly hooked a finger under the legband and pulled her lace panties to the side being careful that her skirt kept her hidden from the eyes of the other men. "You were right Crissy, it is kinda red after all," the guard teased. "I gotta look inside Crissy... you know.. to see if your hiding any drugs," he teased grinning at his friends. "You pull your cute little pussy open wide for me so I can shine my flashlight inside." The young wife felt totally debased as she used both hands to spread her pussy lips while Carlos leisurely looked around inside with his flashlight. "You got the pinkest little pussy I ever saw... bet you like your hubby to play with your little clit and make it all big and hard.. don't he Crissy." Carlos couldn't believe he had bullied such a beautiful girl into pulling her pussy open for him to see. This was a lot more fun than working at the butcher shop back home at his regular job. He wanted to see just how far he could push this little housewife. "I need to just get a quick feel and slip a finger inside for a moment..." he said as the tip of his index finger made contact with Crissy's clit. She screamed out and pulled away running away from these awful men. She just couldn't let this security creep touch her most private parts with his dirty fingers. The terrified young wife just had to find her husband. It didn't take long for the other two security police to catch Crissy, snap handcuffs to her slim wrists behind her back and march her back down the road toward the waiting Carlos. Strip Search 3/3 STORY: Strip Search 3/3 Carlos was really pissed that she ran just when he was going to enjoy fingering her hot little pussy. "You shouldn't run baby... that makes you guilty of trying to evade an officer and puts you in deep shit." "Take her, with the other two, and shackle them in the van so we can take them to the security barn and process them for the sheriff." Crissy was crying as the two guards dragged her into the twenty seat van, roughly pushed her down in a torn up seat and attached ankle shackles to a ring welded to the floor of the van. Her short dress had pulled up around her waist, and with her hands still cuffed behind her, she was unable to hide her exposed panties from the other three prisoners sitting across the isle from her. And without her bra on, the young wife's firm breasts looked mighty good as they swayed under the thin white fabric. The drunk biker sitting just across from Crissy pulled out his big cock and pointing the ugly purple head at the startled bride and ask her if she would like to bend over his way and suck his dick. The young wife turned away in shock and disgust at the lewd display trying to ignore his nasty remarks. When they arrived at the converted barn, all the prisoners were marched into a large holding room to await further instructions. There must have been twenty or thirty men prisoners sitting on hard benches waiting for their name to be called. As Crissy looked around the room, she noticed that she was the only female in the middle of all these dirty smelly men. Some were still handcuffed but many were free to move about the room. It didn't take long for a crowd to gather around her to get a closer look and ask her why she was in trouble. She soon realized that with her own hands cuffed behind her back, she would be helpless to keep a stray hand from taking advantage of her situation. She yelled to the security guard sitting at the desk as several hands brushed her tits and stroked her bare thighs. He smiled and let the groping continue until the young woman was twisting and squirming trying to dislodge the roaming hands. "All right you guys.... leave the little lady alone," he barked with authority. Every few minutes, a name would be called and two security police would escort a prisoner through a large archway into an adjoining room filled with desks. From where Crissy was sitting, she could clearly watch as each man was told to strip naked. Two guards with rubber gloves would then bend him over the desk and check his privates. The young wife was horrified to think that this was taking place right out in the open where anyone could watch. Never in her short life had she seen so many naked men that didn't seem to care if she saw their big ugly penises. She noticed Carlos and his two friends sitting at a table laughing with several other guards as they all kept glancing at her with looks of anticipation. Leroy and Dave were taken in and processed as she heard "Crissy Miller" yelled out from the next room. Two big guards ushered her into the room to stand in front of a large desk. The fat older man was dressed in a deputy's uniform with a badge and a large gun on his belt. Crissy noticed, as he looked through some papers, he had carelessly spilled food down the front of his shirt. Without smiling his eyes traveled up and down her body as he ask her what she had to say for herself. "Please..." Crissy began, "I didn't do anything... my husband can explain everything so this all is just a big mistake," she said with pleading eyes. "That's for the judge to decide... but you young people now a days don't have no respect for law and order," he snapped. "Well Crissy, you might just as well shuck outta them clothes," he ordered. "What" the young wife gasp, "surely not in front of everyone... don't you have someplace more private... please not in front of all these men!" she pleaded. "We ain't much on privacy around here little lady.... besides I don't get the chance to train the boys the proper technique of a strip searching a lady very often... and show them exactly the procedure." the deputy explained as he walked around and sat on the edge of the desk. "Couldn't you just feel through my dress this time," the pleading young wife suggested trying to think of something that would satisfy the grinning deputy. "Well come over here and let's give it a try honey," the deputy said as he winked at his assistant. Crissy stood still with her eyes closed as the deputy slowly ran his big hands over her full breasts cupping them to test their weight. He let his finger tips make small circles over her hardening nipples as he told her how good her hooters felt. Bending down, he lifted her short little dress up and turned her around in circles making a close up inspection of her panties. The grinning deputy rubbed her ass through her panties and slowly ran the back of his hand gently back and forth over her silk covered mound. Crissy tried to block out the thought of what this fat deputy was doing to her and the snickering from the other security men watching. If she could just let him feel her this way she wouldn't have to take her clothes off in front of these awful men. "Sorry sweetheart, this just ain't going to work for us... " the smiling deputy barked after he had finished playing with her. "But you promised..." she objected. "The only promise I'm going to make is that if you don't get outta them clothes in one minute, I'll have the boys rip em off till your bare ass naked." The trapped young wife glanced around the room at the group of men with black security police T shirts watching them lick their lips in anticipation. She felt someone unlock her cuffs leaving red marks on her wrists. The young bride knew she had no choice but to obey the grinning deputy. Her slim fingers slowly opened the buttons on her dress and she slipped it off her smooth shoulders and let it drop to the floor. The embarrassed bride stood in a room full of strange men wearing only her panties with crossed arms over her breasts. "Hands on yer head," he shouted. Every cock in the room was hard from watching this innocent young wife step out of her dress and raise her hands to the top of her head. The pose made her full tits stand at attention and Crissy's hard nipples stood out smartly. You could hear a few low whistles from the men as the deputy walked up behind her and reached around cupping her swaying tits. He proceeded to bounce and jiggle them up and down all the while giving instructions to the guards on how to examine her tits for contraband. He invited each man to take his turn making sure not to miss out on the fun. The game continued until each man had played with the trembling wife's soft tits. The modest young wife stood obediently with hands on her head while each grinning guard went through the process of inspecting her aching breasts and rolling her nipples between their greasy fingers. Each guy would try to out do the one before by pinching her sore nipples and making her tits bob up and down by jerking upward on Crissy's now raw nipples. The deputy cleared some papers from his desk and instructed two of the guards to help the young wife to assume the knee chest position on his desk. They lifted her placing her knees wide apart on the edge of the desk and pushed her chest down flat on the surface. This left Crissy's panty covered ass sticking high in the air pointing directly at the men in the room. Someone turned on the bright ceiling lights so as not to miss any detail of the obscene pose held by the young bride. With her face mashed against the desk top, she could see the men close in to get a better look at what they had been waiting to see. Crissy's worst fears materialized as she looked beyond the guards and saw a small group of prisoners watching from the open doorway. How could the deputy let the other prisoners watch her humiliating ordeal? Were they going to invite every strange man at the concert and let them all see her private parts, she thought sarcastically to herself. The deputy made a phone call and was clearly enjoying making her hold such a degrading position while he talked with a friend about going hunting next fall. She was sure the dark shadow between her ass cheeks showed plainly through her thin silk panties as well as a few wisps of dark red hair peeking from her upturned crotch. The deputy finished his call and walked around standing next to Crissy's ass. "We might as well see the main event sweetheart," the deputy laughed as he ordered the young wife to pull her panties down. "Oh please... don't make do such a horrible thing with everyone watching.. please..." Crissy pleaded. With a loud smack, the impatient deputy gave the crying wife a sharp swat across her panty covered butt threatening to take off his belt if she didn't do what he told her to do immediately. Reaching back with shaking hands, the beautiful young wife slowly pealed her panties over her upturned ass and downward to her bent knees. A hush settled over the room as every man studied the young bride's smooth almost hairless pussy lips. Her shinny little clit remained hidden in the puffy folds of her flawless pussy. Crissy's small little puckered brown asshole pointed outward to the staring men. The reddening handprint from the deputy's slap made a sharp contrast to the young wife's milky white asscheeks. Crissy's panties were stretched to their limits between her knees to form a sexy looking framework to the kneeling bride's upturned naked crotch. Crissy could hear the prisoners at the doorway hooting and shouting encouragement to the deputy as they enjoyed their unexpected good fortune. The young wife was mortified knowing the obscene pose she was giving the all the strange men in the room. "It looks like you keep everything trimmed up real nice for your hubby," the deputy teased as he inspected her up close taking s few sniffs up and down her naked sex. The deputy stroked her smooth asscheeks while he told her to slip her panties the rest of the way off for the guys. The young wife slowly lifted each knee as she reached down and slipped them off onto the floor. "Now be a good girl and spread your knees wide apart so we can get a better look at that cute little pussy of yours," ordered the deputy as he helped push her knees wide. "You got one sweet lookin pussy Mrs. Miller," he teased, "but the law says the boys need to see way up inside." "Just reach back with both hands and pull your ass wide apart and show the guys how pink your cute little c*nt is," the deputy ordered. Slowly the sobbing wife grasp an asscheek in each hand and pulled herself wide open for the horny men removing the last trace of modesty she might have preserved. "Oh yah..... that's much better... isn't it guys".. the grinning deputy smirked as he joined his buddies making nasty comments to the humiliated wife. "Carlos tells me he thinks you been hidein drugs up your sn*tch.... in that true honey?" "Nooo ... please... I would never use drugs," she cried. "Well thats not the way I done heard it... Shorty get yur camera a take a few good shots of her sn*tch so we can show the evidence to the judge." Crissy couldn't believe her ears as she watched a short little slob take a camera from the desk drawer and stumble as he rushed right over behind her. The horrified wife had to hold the obscene pose while the dirty little man got right between her legs for a close up picture. "Open up wide and say cheese," Shorty joked as the flashes filled the room. During the pictures, the deputy ask her if she played with herself when her husband was gone. "No... never," she cried. "You ever get fucked up the ass, Crissy?" the grinning deputy teased. "No... no please don't say such things ...." "Let's see what you got hiding up your tight c*nt, Mrs. Miller," he hissed as the deputy slowly ran his finger tips up and down the young wife's open pussy lips. Crissy couldn't help but moan and wiggle her ass as the fat deputy lightly tickled the full length of her open slit with his dirty finger tips. The young wife took short gasps as he slipped his fat middle finger in and out of her moistening pussy. While he continued to slowly finger fuck her, he let the thumb on his other hand flick across Crissy's hard little clit making her jump and give out a little squeal. The gasping young bride couldn't fight the wave of pleasure she felt from the deputy's experienced fingers. "Why Mrs. Miller... I do think you are getting all wet for the boys....." the grinning deputy teased. The young wife's juices glistened on the dirty fingers of the deputy as he brought her to a shuddering climax much to the enjoyment of the watching men. The young bride really bucked and squealed when the deputy tickled her puckered little asshole and forced the tip of his finger inside with a pop. "See what you been missing sweetheart... you like to have men stick things up your cute little asshole.. don't you!" What seemed like an eternity, Crissy had to remain kneeling on the desk and let all the guards finger her sopping pussy and stick their fingers in her virgin asshole. She looked up to see her husband's friends Bart, Leroy and Dave taking their turns at her exposed genitals. Bart was laughing with the deputy as he flicked her enlarged clit with his finger to watch her jump. The young wife felt her enflamed pussylips being sucked into someone's mouth. She turned her head to see her husbands boss Bart's face buried in her open crotch. His short whiskers sc****d along her open pussy as he sucked her enflamed clit and tongued her puckered asshole. The resisting wife couldn't help but let out short squeals and shuddered in an explosive orgasm. Where was her husband? Why wasn't he there to take her away from all these strange men? Last edited by hereyago; 10-14-2010 at 12:04 PM. |
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Showing off Susan 1
The buzzer sounded signaling that the day shift was over at Consolidated
Metal Works. Lanny looked at his watch as he loaded the last few barrels of trash into the dumpster on the loading dock. It had been another back breaking day at this dead end job that wasn't going anywhere for him. Even though he had finished two years of community college, there just wasn't any other job he could find in this small mid west community. He was just glad it was finally Friday and he could pick up his paycheck at the accounting office. Maybe he could talk his young wife Susan into going out for a few drinks at Rusty's Western Club later that evening. It was about the only place in the little blue collar town to find good music and relaxation. Lanny knew that Susan didn't like the rowdy crowd at Rusty's, but what the hell else was there to do to have a little fun. He sure wished she would join in the fun drinking with his friends and listening to the western music. 23 year old Susan had led quite a sheltered life as a child. Ever since they had married five months ago and moved away from her family in Salt Lake City, things hadn't been as bright for them as they had hoped. Back home, she was accustomed to attending a large church and socializing with the family friends at church events. Here, she had not been able to meet girl friends that she could feel comfortable with. Most all of Lanny's friends just wanted to drink beer and party and besides the way they looked at her gave her the creeps. She had taught part time at the grade school in Utah but decided to spend her time at home as a housewife. Very few of the wives in the community shared her interests and she could tell they were somewhat reluctant to have their husbands get to know her even at the church they attended. Lanny had promised that they would move back closer to Susan's family as soon as they showed her father they could make it on their own without his help. Her father disliked Lanny and had tried to convince Susan not to marry him. That was the real reason he moved and took Susan far away from the hassles of her parents. As he stopped his pickup truck in the dusty driveway beside their small house, Susan waved at him as she took the mail from the mailbox. She really was the sexiest girl he had ever met. He still didn't understand why Susan married him when she could have her choice of most of the guys in the senior class at the university where her father was a professor. As he sat in the truck and watched Susan walk back to the house, he couldn't believe she was really all his. Her soft auburn hair cascaded around her shoulders as her ample breasts swayed under her loose T shirt. She was always sensitive about the size of her breasts and she couldn't keep them from spilling over the sides of her swim suit top. Her small petite 105 lb. body was only five foot three but she had a sultry look about her and could have graced any centerfold in any magazine. Susan's breasts topped with thick ruby nipples were his favorite, in fact, Lanny would spend so much time squeezing her magnificent breasts while they made love, she would have to tell him to stop before he made her sore. She still wouldn't consent to any oral sex even though he had pleaded and coaxed her. Finally, she would get mad and tell him to leave her alone if he was going to act like a perverted animal. Lanny guessed Susan's religious background made her feel that anything except the missionary position was disgusting and made her feel dirty. She had explained to him before they married that she was very modest and shy and wanted to save her virginity for her husband. But the thing that Lanny hated the most was she wouldn't try anything new even after they were married. He found himself day dreaming about all the nasty things he would like to do to her. Last month he and Susan had attended his company picnic at the lake. Several guys brought their boats for rides and some water skiing. All day long he noticed how most of the guys watched Susan especially when she wore just her swim suit for a boat ride. He overheard one of the older supervisors tell the boat driver to hit some more waves so he could watch her tits bounce up and down. The attention she got from these guys gave him the pride he needed to feel good about himself. They didn't pay much attention to him when he was alone, but seemed to fall all over themselves to be nice when she was with him. His problem was that Susan was such a prude and would blush if she thought for a moment she was attracting admiring glances from his friends. She was just too conventional and modest to take his suggestions about sexual adventures. This made Lanny more determined than ever to use her to gain the acceptance and power he needed. After the boat ride, three of the guys talked her into trying to water ski. For almost an hour, they took turns helping her balance and get started, all the while they were getting a close up eyeful of his wife's charms. The boat driver would always start out too fast and make her fall, while grinning at the other guys as she struggled to keep her wet swimming suit top in place. Her nipples were rock hard from the cold water and sticking out under her shear white one piece suit. Susan was unaware that they could see the dark outline of her nipples through the white fabric as it turned somewhat transparent from the water. She would be quite embarrassed if she had known they were making her fall so they could enjoy the view. As Lanny watched from the beach, he couldn't take his eyes off the scene and had to hide the growing bulge in the front of his shorts. He found himself almost wishing Susan would loose her top and give the guys a peek at her beautiful tits. She was the center of attention and received a lot "help" from her admirers. His innocent little wife had no idea she was being tricked into putting on a show for his co-workers. They would laugh after each fall in the water and take turns holding her steady for the next try. For some strange reason, his heart was pounding with more excitement than he could ever remember. He felt more important as he watched all the attention his wife Susan was getting from the guys he worked with at the plant. The next Monday at work Lanny was sitting in the restroom stall, when he heard two of the guys that were helping Susan water ski enter the restroom. They didn't know he was listening as they bragged to each other about the quick feels they got last Sunday helping her learn to ski. They both laughed as the older guy said he got a handful of titty as she came gasping out of the water. They both kidded they would give a years salary to get into that sweet little b*tch's pants. After they left, instead of being upset, Lanny couldn't help feel the excitement as he knew he was envied by even his supervisors at work. They all wanted what he had, but he alone owned his beautiful wife Susan, body and soul. It was high time she stopped acting like a prude. She was going to give him what he wanted one way or the other. Lanny had made a fool of himself trying to convince Susan to loosen up and dress sexy for him when they would go out for the evening. She never would agree to go without a bra in public even when he would tell her that his friend's wives do it for their husbands. She told him his over sexed friends already stared at her enough without doing anything more to encourage them. He would have to plead and coax her to wear the Victoria's Secret teddies he gave her for presents on special occasions. Susan seemed to be a bit more receptive to his requests after they had been out to dinner and she had enjoyed several glasses of wine. Once they were home, she would always change in the bathroom and want the lights turned out when they made love. He could only imagine how exciting it would be to show her off to the guys at work wearing a shear teddy, but of course, Susan would never agree to anything so disgusting. He kept several nudie magazines hidden in his locker at work and had even went into adult video stores when he was out of town. Lanny liked the films where young amateur girls would take on several guys at once in a gangbang. The few bondage films he had seen really were exciting as a helpless young lady would be tied naked in humiliating positions while men abused her. In the film, the girl would squirm and beg for mercy as the men used her but she would finally loose control with an orgasm. He wasn't sure why he enjoyed such a fantasy except that it would pay his wife back for all the sexual rejection she had dished out. Lanny sure would like to see his proper little wife Susan squirm and beg for mercy. Among the many wedding gifts they received, was the newest model Polaroid camera. Lanny had hounded her to let him take a few cheesecake shots of her for his private viewing. She only agreed to a few of her in a bikini and nothing more. He wanted to take pictures of her dressed in her shear nightie lying on their bed but Susan wouldn't have any of that either. She was afraid someone else would see them and besides that was a perverted thing to do. One Sunday afternoon, Lanny had sneaked into their bathroom and took a picture of Susan in the shower. With the sun shinning through the window, the glass shower door allowed a fuzzy image as she stood facing him with her arms raised washing her hair. You could see the dark areas of her nipples and the shaded triangle between her legs. Even though the view wasn't that clear, it was a small victory for him to take the picture without her knowing. He might even show it to a few close friends just to get even with her for being such a poor sport. Susan had been shopping this last Saturday afternoon and after putting the groceries away, she had planned to suntan in the back yard. The blue bikini was too skimpy to wear in public, but it worked just fine at home in the sun. Their back yard was fenced and afforded a safe place to work on her golden tan in private. She slipped the tight fitting bikini on in the bedroom and applied an even coat of lotion to her soft skin as she sat on the large blanket spread on the lawn. As she lay on her stomach listening to music on her walkman, she had loosened the back strap to keep the tan line from showing across her small back. Susan dozed off listening to the music and enjoying the warm sun. Lanny and his friend Frank had been fishing but decided to come home early and get out of the heat. Frank, a 46 year old truck driver beer drinking buddy from work, had helped him learn the ropes at the plant when he first started. Frank had even helped them unload their furniture off the truck when they moved in the house. Frank was divorced several times over and in his crude way was always keeping a sharp eye out for the ladies. While helping them lift the furniture, his language was so foul, Susan had told Lanny not to bring him over any more. Frank also made several off color jokes about how much fun Lanny and Susan would have in the bed as they all three put it back together. He made Susan blush when he ask her if he should oil the squeak in the bed so they wouldn't wake up the neighbors when she went into action. Today, the guys opened cold beers from the refrigerator and sat down at the kitchen table. Both were half drunk from a day at the lake as they noticed Susan laying on the blanket in the back yard twenty feet away. She had not heard them come home as she lay sleepily listening to music. From the kitchen sliding door, both guys watched as she lay side ways to them in the warm sun. The little bikini bottom covered only half of her firm ass and the sides of her flattened milky breasts were pushed out under her arms. Frank let out a soft whistle as his eyes traveled over her exposed flesh. Lanny's heart beat faster as he realized Susan didn't know his friend Frank was feasting his eyes on her charms. She never would have allowed herself to be seen like this by someone other than her husband, especially by Frank who she despised for being so vulgar and crude. Lanny noticed how smooth her tanned skin was as a few drops of moisture glistened on her back in the bright sun light. "God damn your wife sure has a hot body," sighed Frank. At last Lanny saw his chance to play a cruel trick on Susan. He told Frank to stay out of sight by the window and don't let his wife see him no matter what. Lanny closed the sliding door and walked out and looked down at Susan. Her eyes were closed as he walked around behind her and laid down next to her on the blanket. His sleeping wife stirred and smiled as she raised her head to look at him. Lanny lied that he had dropped off Frank and came home early to be with her. With that, he squirted sun tan oil on her back and started rubbing her warm back with a circular motion. He could look across her body and see Frank standing at the corner of the sliding door looking out at the side view of her as Lanny rubbed oil on her smooth skin. Susan heard her husband tell her how much he loved her and how he couldn't keep from thinking about her all day. Lanny ran his hands over her bikini covered ass as he whispered how beautiful she was and how much he wanted her. He ran his fingers under the fabric as she started to object that someone might see them. He assured her that it was OK and no one could see them. Lanny told her to turn over on her back so he could put some oil on her front. Susan glanced around the yard to satisfy herself that their privacy was still in place as she turned over holding the loose bikini top over her breasts. Lanny applied a layer of oil to her stomach and legs all the while telling her how much he needed her. He quickly reached under her crossed arms and tugged away the top of Susan's bikini and tossed it on the blanket. She kept her arms across her breasts as she asked him to please take her to the bedroom. Susan heard him tell her he would take her inside as soon as she moved her crossed arms and let him put oil on her beautiful breasts. "Please she begged, let's go inside the house." "God damn it Susan, you are ruining everything with your old fashioned attitude." "Now let me see your tits." Even though she was very uncomfortable being outside, she relaxed her arms and let them fall to her sides. Susan's firm tits were now in plain view to Frank and were pointing skyward. A tear trickled down the side of her cheek as Lanny slowly rubbed the oil over each globe. He slowly massaged each breast making sure to jiggle them for his hiding friend. He glanced to the window and grinned at Frank as he rolled Susan's nipples to hardness between his fingers. Frank's eyes were wide as he watched this proud little wife, who wouldn't give him the time of day, get her bare tits squeezed by her grinning husband. "There, doesn't that feel better," Lanny whispered as he pinched and teased each glistening nipple. "You know sweetheart," he scolded, "you are my wife and when I ask you nicely to do something for me I expect you to please me and do it, do you understand?" Susan had never heard Lanny use that tone of voice before and it frightened her. It was almost like a threat and she had no choice in the matter. "Now why don't you slip off your bottoms and show your husband how much you love him." "Oh I couldn't, "she cried, "don't make me do a thing like that outside." Lanny was sick and tired of hearing Susan's excuses. "Who are you afraid will see your precious little ass?" "If you won't strip when I tell you to I might have to find someone who will, "he screamed. "Oh please....you talk so awful," she said as she grabbed her towel and ran crying into the house, right past a startled Frank, and into her bedroom slamming the door. She was crying so hard she didn't even notice the hiding figure behind the d****s as she ran through the door into the house. Frank had watched the entire scene without Susan even knowing she had shown him her bare breasts. Her husband had let his creep friend watch as he played with her sensitive nipples and made them hard. She sobbed on her bed as she wondered why her new husband had turned into a monster while Lanny and Frank quietly laughed at how upset she was. As Lanny drove Frank home, he had a sense of power in their friendship that he hadn't experienced before. Frank was telling him how lucky he was to have a wife as beautiful as Susan to screw anytime he wanted. If he ever needed any help keeping her satisfied, Frank was only too happy to help. Frank could only shake his head when he remembered how great Susan's tits looked and how he would love to try her out himself. |
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Showing Off Susan 2
It was another Saturday night, and after the usual argument as to whether
she would go with Lanny down to Rusty's for a few drinks, Susan was home reading and he was sitting alone at the bar drinking beer. She had forgiven him for the backyard incident several weeks ago as long as he promised to not let it happen again. He looked up to see Frank, his truck driver friend from the plant, slide onto the stool next to him. "Where the hell is that cute little wife of yours?" asked Frank. "She been showing her tits off any more," joked Frank. The comment took Lanny off guard but he drank the next two beers telling Frank how he couldn't get Susan to go out with him and have any fun. Frank told him about his last wife Nora and how you need to lay down the law and don't take any shit from your old lady. Lanny's idea was to get Susan real drunk and see if she would join in the fun at Rusty's club. Frank's face brightened as he told Lanny he had just what he needed to help her get in the swing of things. With that, he went out to his car and returned a few minutes later and placed a brown envelope in front of Lanny. Frank told him he bought these little white capsules on his last trip to Mexico. They were a strong sedative developed by a European pharmaceutical company to treat patients that suffer from phobias. He said they were perfectly safe, acted fast, wouldn't put her completely out but would make her very willing to follow orders. They were formulated to create confusion, remove fear and almost always blurred the memory of the user. Frank had brought them back for a friend who sold them as "date ****" pills. Lanny ask if he was sure they were safe and how many would it take to get her in the mood. "One will work wonders on Susan and two will let you invite the whole neighborhood," laughed Frank. Even though knew he shouldn't let this go on any further, Lanny gave a little smile as he pictured Susan unable to object and going along with his fantasies. Lanny asked how much they cost as Frank put his arm around his shoulder and offered them for free since he let him see Susan's bare tits. "Just take a few pictures and let me see her in action," suggested Frank. What a great idea, what a turn on, why hadn't he ever thought of that before. Lanny told Frank he had a deal as they talked and laughed about all things you could do to a "willing" girl. For the next few days, it was hard for Lanny to concentrate on his work as his mind raced from each naughty idea to another. He really wouldn't do anything to hurt Susan, but maybe the capsules along with a little wine would help her learn to enjoy some new sexual adventures. At any rate, if she didn't remember the details, she couldn't get mad at him later. Lanny had promised to take Susan shopping this Saturday in Newton, a larger town 30 miles down the freeway from their home. This would be the perfect chance to see what would happen. He decided it would be safer to try a pill on her where no one knew her and couldn't ask her later about her change of character. Susan had expected to drive home that evening but Lanny called a cheap motel in Newton and reserved a room without telling her. After spending three late afternoon hours at the shopping center watching Susan in her light summer dress, he couldn't help but notice how many guys would openly stare at her as she went in and out of the stores. They would watch her breasts sway slightly as she walked and even turned around after passing to see her cute little ass jiggle. What a show she would give if she would agree to not to wear a bra, but of course she would never think of doing such a thing. As she sat in the shoe store letting a young pimple faced clerk slip a new pair of shoes on her small feet, Lanny tried to imagine his shy little wife letting him see her white panties. It was obvious, the young man was more interested in looking up her dress than selling any shoes. Even though Lanny wished she would accidentally open her creamy thighs and give him a quick peek, Susan was very careful the keep her knees together. Lanny could hardly wait to see his modest little wife spread her legs after she was told to with the help of the little capsules out in the pickup truck. His chance came while they were eating dinner at a steak house when she excused herself to go to the ladies room. Lanny opened the capsule and added the white powder to her red wine. He swirled the glass a few times and checked to see that it dissolved into the wine. His heart was pounding as Susan returned and finished her meal. He watched her closely and after a few minutes she seemed to relax and look into space. He ask Susan how she was feeling and she replied she was quite tired after all the shopping they had done. He agreed with her it had been a long day and maybe they should stay the night if they could find a motel. Susan seemed to be trying to concentrate on his words but she only mumbled that she was tired and didn't want to move. Lanny smiled to himself as he watched his wife lean back in the booth with a blank look on her sweet face. He thought to himself, it must be working as he let his eyes roam over her short sleeveless print dress that buttoned up the front. Her tanned legs were slightly parted as he remembered that she only had a bra and white cotton panties on under it. As they walked out the door of the restaurant, Lanny's arm was around her to steady her walk. Standing at the pickup door in the parking lot, he pulled her chin to him and kissed her on the mouth while he ran his hands over her butt. Even though several other people were close by, she didn't make an attempt to stop him. Susan never would have allowed such a public display of affection. With this new confidence he reached up and gently squeezed her breast and knew he was in command. Susan seemed to hear what he was saying but she had trouble getting her mind to focus on what was happening around her. Even standing there in the parking lot she only made a feeble objection as he told her to get more comfortable and open the top three buttons on her dress. She actually did most of the work as long as he kept talking about how pretty she was and how good she was going to feel. After a few minutes of sitting in the pickup, he told her they were going to "get that tight old bra off so she could relax and be comfortable." With a lot of effort, he managed to unhook and slip it out one the sleeves of her dress. She tried to say words but they just wouldn't come out of her mouth. Susan just sat there not quite able to understand what was happening but knowing something was different and for the first time she couldn't control her actions. "There, doesn't that feel better to get that old thing off," he teased as he left three buttons open showing lots of cleavage. Lanny just had to see if she would follow instructions as he noticed an arcade building covered with neon lights located next to the restaurant. As he helped Susan through the door, he knew this was not the kind of arcade anyone would let their kids attend. The adult only sign was there to keep the teens out so beer could be served to a rough bunch of guys with nothing better to do than hang out. They walked arm in arm into the large smoky game room filled with pinball machines and a host of other electronic flashing machines. He didn't see another woman in the place but the twenty some guys playing the machines turned and took a long look at Susan as Lanny guided her through the noisy machines. For being as large as they were, Susan's breasts hardly sagged at all and looked mouth watering as they pointed out under the light dress material. Without the bra, they jiggled obscenely at her slightest movement. This was the fantasy he had been dreaming about for a long time and it was finally happening. He was going to let other guys see her in a way that showed Lanny as the lucky husband with a beautiful wife everybody wanted. He was just helping his shy little wife show off her hot body to a few guys she would never see again. It wouldn't hurt her a bit to let him get his kicks for the first time in their marriage. Lanny had given her many chances to do what he wanted but she had been the one to reject him and make him feel foolish. Well, now it was his turn to have his way, and best of all, she didn't even understand what was happening as she stumbled along beside him. Susan was aware of the hard looks she was getting as her breasts bounced under her unbuttoned dress. She felt light headed and confused and didn't feel she could change the environment she was experiencing. She heard Lanny tell the change man that his wife had a little too much to drink but she liked to play the pinball machines and, raising his voice, shouted she would challenge anyone in the house to a game. Four or five guys immediately gathered around Susan as a skinny, long haired, tattooed punk named Randy told her she was "on" and he bet twenty dollars he could "whip her pretty rear." Lanny walked over and helped Susan find the buttons on the pinball machine as she tried to focus on the scene make some sense of where she was. He knew she had probably never played pinball before but he knew she would get all the help she needed from the very enthusiastic group of guys around her. Randy leaned against a post drinking a beer waiting for his turn at the machine. Ten or so guys gathered around the machine watching her tits jiggle as she tried to follow their shouts of encouragement. She was doing good to hold onto the machine so she wouldn't fall much less getting any points from a game she had never played. Lanny walked over to the change booth to watch as his cute little wife was the center of attention. It was clear to the group she was too drunk to play, so two helpful guys held her arms and pushed on her fingers over the buttons to help her get a few points from her game. "Come on honey you can do it," someone shouted, "keep shakin it till ya win." Lanny would just smile at them as they shot quick glances over to him to see if he was upset with the "help" they were giving Susan. His smiles showed them his approval and only encouraged them to give her more help and as they pushed closer and cheered her on. As the two guys held her hands over the buttons on the machine, they had their arms around her back giving Susan "body english" as they jostled her back and forth between them. She would glance at one and then the other with a blank look trying to comprehend what was taking place. She felt their hands sneak down across her butt as they pushed and pulled her like a rag doll between their bodies as they played out the last few balls of the game. After the last bell sounded the end of the game, Susan turned and leaned on one her helpers as she slowly walked over to the change booth where Lanny was standing. His heart was pounding with excitement as he watched Susan walk toward him hanging onto a greasy stranger. Her dress had been twisted around from all the bumping between her helpers and two more buttons were open showing a deep vee almost to her waist. Her beautiful tits were in danger of falling out of her open dress and the way it was twisted around, most of the inside of Susan's left breast was showing as she stumbled forward. "What are you doing running around showing off your tits?" Lanny shouted as he adjusted her dress and buttoned it up like it was before. "Can't you keep your tits in your dress!" The guys let out a groan as he covered up what they had been hoping to see since she walked in the door. Susan just stood there bewildered as Lanny straightened her dress and continued to scold her. "I told you if you teased any more guys with your boobs I was going to have to spank your little ass," he teased in a playful voice as he gave her a swat on the rear. "You didn't even get 5,000 points you were so busy showing off for the boys!" "Don't expect me to pay your game losses," Lanny taunted, "I told you last time you teased the boys you would be sorry." Lanny was playing to the crowd but it was so exciting to humiliate Susan in front of these no account jerks and see her lower her head from the scolding. Susan looked around the room full of leering faces not quite able to remember why she was here but hoping they could go home soon. What a sight she was. It was too good to be true to see his prim and proper wife walk through this crowd of low lives not caring that she was putting on a great show for anyone that wanted to watch her. Someone had probably opened the two buttons during the game and helped himself to a quick feel. The way she was bouncing around, Lanny wondered if any of the guys got a look at her nipple as she flopped back and forth. Randy played the game like a pro as he ran up the score over 80,000 all the while watching Susan as she leaned against the change booth. He didn't even use all his balls as he turned with a defiant motion and asked Susan if she wanted to go two out of three for higher stakes. "Hell Randy," Lanny chimed in, "Susan doesn't even have the twenty bucks to pay for the last game." Randy walked over to Susan and with a frown looked her in the eyes and told her she had better take out a quick loan. She tried to understand his remark and started to look around for her husband to explain what was happening. Lanny came over and put his arm around her shoulder and told her she had better figure out how she was going to pay her debt to Randy. "Sweetheart, you better ask your good friends here if they will loan you some money," he joked. "You know honey, if you can't come up with the cash you might have to show Randy your cute titties to pay your debt." he teased as he grinned at the row of guys. "Now go over there and see if anyone will trust you for a twenty," he said as he helped her walk over to the line of guys watching her confusion and helplessness. Susan could sense the drama and knew she was being punished in some way for something she couldn't understand. The guys had a gleam in their eyes and played along with the game as they enjoyed her dilemma. Susan was starting to cry as each of her "friends" said no to her pleading looks. Lanny was ready to burst as he suggested each of the guys put in a dollar and he would have a serious talk with his little wife about showing her tits. Everyone chipped in their dollar as Susan stood at the center of the group of cheering guys. "All right sweety, the funs over and it's time for you to show these nice guys what your tits look like," Lanny threatened as walked up to her side. "You were so damn intent on showing them off before you lost the game." The harsh tone of voice drove the words home as she started shaking as she sobbed. "If you don't hurry up I'll spank your ass and let the guys help me do it." She stood motionless and then reached for a button on the front of her dress. At the same instant, a hush came over the room and the guys started licking their lips as some whispered "take it off honey." Through the haze in her mind, she couldn't make her fingers work well enough so Lanny walked behind her and reached around her slowly opening all the buttons to her waist. As he grasp the edges to pull open her dress she instinctively put her arms across her chest to protect her modesty from the staring eyes. He peeled the dress down her arms to the elbows and walked over to Randy. With a frustrated look on his face Randy said he couldn't see anything with her arms in the way. "Then tell her to show them to you," instructed Lanny. "Put your hands down at your side ... do it now b*tch!" Randy shouted. With tears streaming down her cheeks, Susan dropped her arms to her side and let every guy in the place look at her naked tits. Her tan line showed the contrast of her milky breasts and highlighted the dark rose colored nipples. "What do you think of her cute tits?" ask Lanny. "Oh God they're great!" exclaimed Randy. "Honey, turn around slowly so all the guys can see how your tits look from the side view." Susan just stood still trembling as she tried to understand his words. "I warned you sweet cakes that if you didn't do exactly what I said you would be sorry," as Lanny rushed to Susan grabbing her from behind by the arms pulling them back. As he pulled her shoulders back, her full breasts stuck out from her body. "Let's show the guys how they bounce," as he jumped up and down turning around with her causing her tits to flop obscenely. "Isn't this fun," he teased, as the guys hooted at her wildly bouncing tits. "Randy come over here, she needs some help with her nipples," invited Lanny. As the wide eyed Randy stood facing her reaching for her softness, Lanny whispered to his little wife, "Let's let Randy see how far he can make your nipples stick out." Susan moaned and closed her eyes as Randy pinched her sensitive nipples between his dirty thumb and finger. He stood there grinning from ear to ear as he squeezed her soft tits and tortured Susan's nipples while her husband held her arms back in place. As Lanny helped his sobbing wife back into her dress, he felt the power and respect of having a beautiful wife everyone else wanted. These guys would jerk off for months remembering the show his wife put on for them. He knew he had Susan under control now and could enjoy her at his leisure. He ask the cashier directions to the country music club next to the motel. Lanny was having the time of his life. |
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Showing off Susan 3
After leaving the arcade and putting Susan's dress back together, Lanny
thought back and remembered the sight of his pure little wife standing there letting Randy maul her gorgeous tits with his greasy hands. He especially liked the way she started to squirm when he pinched her nipples between his fingers. He had to find a bar with some good music. As they drove to the country western club, she kept asking if they were home yet. She didn't seem to have any memory of the arcade so Lanny figured he could push her a little further. This was beyond even his wildest dreams so he determined to make the most of it while he could. Since they were in a strange town, nobody would recognize them and ruin his fun. He had reserved a room at the sleazy Starlite motel which was right next door to the western club. An adult book and video store was located on the other side of the motel. It was a rough neighborhood but the motel was cheap and he wouldn't have to drive to the room after drinking at the club. Had Susan anything to say about it, she never would have been caught dead in a place like this. But shit it was her own fault for not going with him to Rusty's back home when he all but begged her. Leaving Susan sitting in the pick-up, he went in the office and registered for the night. Room 108 was right in front of the one story motel as Lanny opened the door to air out the hot musty odor from the room. He helped Susan walk slowly into the small room and onto the bed by the window. As he returned from the pick-up carrying a little suitcase he noticed how sl*tty his wife looked sprawled on the bed showing her panties with the door open not caring who might happen to see her. It was ten o'clock and he could hear the live music from the club as he opened the suitcase and removed the skimpy little dress he had bought for Susan. She got angry when Lanny wanted her to wear it to a party back home and refused to even try it on saying she would never wear it much less be seen in public looking that way. Well tonight, he thought to himself, she won't have anything to say about it now will she. As Lanny helped her into the bathroom to freshen up, she kept asking him where they were and if they were going home now. He lied as he assured her they would be leaving soon after one more quick stop. Every time she started to question him, he would use a stern tone of voice and just say she couldn't go home until she did whatever he told her to do. That seemed to convince her to not object to his instructions. He led her out of the bathroom with her towel wrapped around her tucked in under her arm. She looked so innocent and clean as she sat on the bed looking off into space. He grinned as he told her she was going to get to wear her brand new dress she liked so much. He had left the torn curtains at the window open, and with the overhead light flooding the room with light, anyone lucky enough to be walking by the room window would get quite a view of his little wife. Lanny helped his drugged wife slip her new black dress on as he did up the row of buttons half way up the back. It was a stunning strapless dress that had a spaghetti tie at the back of her neck. The sides of her braless breasts spilled out of the fabric on each side. The short flared skirt barely covered half of her tanned thighs and the black fabric was so thin, the outline of Susan's dark aureoles could be seen if the light was just right. Her beautiful hard nipples stuck out through the fabric as they rubbed against the dress top. Without the binding bra, her breasts bounced around as she walked. As Susan stood holding onto a chair back for support, Lanny whispered to her she looked hot as hell in her new dress. He laughed and told her she had forgotten to put on her panties. "Oh well" he told her, "you better be careful not to get caught in an updraft." She really didn't understand what he had said but he was just paying her back for all the times she acted like a prude and wouldn't even let him put his cock in her mouth. Tonight was pay back time sweetheart! The dress was really shorter than he thought it would be when he bought it. He laughed to himself when he wondered if she would be able to keep from flashing her ass or even her cute little pussy. Susan's pubic hair was a soft auburn color with a tinge of red that formed a small triangle between her narrow hips. She was careful to remove any stray whisps that might show when she was wearing her swim suit. The two guys standing at the front door of the club just about dropped their beers as Lanny guided his pretty wife dressed in her show off little dress to the entrance. He told them she was a little drunk but she still wanted to listen to some music and party down at the club. Susan looked up at Lanny and mumbled something about going home as they walked in to find a seat. He just told her they would go home in a few minutes after this final stop. She looked confused as she tried to understand where they were and why all these people were in the room. She said something that didn't make sense about church and the choir, so Lanny just lied to her and said they must be in church. That seemed to satisfy her as she stepped out of her shoes so it would be easier for her to walk The band was playing a slow song so he walked her over to the dance floor barefooted to finish out the song. The place was packed and there wasn't an empty table in the room. As Lanny looked over her shoulder into the crowd, he could see the looks she was getting from the guys as the she moved her legs slowly and held onto him. With her arms raised and wrapped his neck, it pulled the back hem of her dress even higher so that it just covered Susan's bare ass. Lanny smiled as he noticed that her long smooth bare legs were attracting stares from several guys in the crowd and his little wife didn't even know her bare ass was just a few inches from being on display. As the song ended, Lanny noticed a guy wave to him and motion for them to join him and his two friends at their booth. The guys hurriedly found two more chairs as he and Susan walked to the booth. Lanny thanked the guys for sharing the booth as he helped Susan slide in behind the table. He slid in beside her as he introduced his wife to the three guys. He explained she had a bit too much to drink but he couldn't convince her to go back to the room. He told them that Susan was set on listening to the music and it was hard for him to keep up with her when she wanted to party. The guys laughed with each other as they said they bet she was a real handful when she started partying. All three were paying close attention watching Susan's tits as they told Lanny a little about themselves. They all were mechanics and worked at a large auto dismantling site just outside of town. They were in their 40's and you could tell they worked hard and lived an even harder life. Their hands showed the scars and cuts from the metal and none of them cleaned the caked grease from under their fingernails. Joe sat to the right of Susan and was the oldest of the three, and was also the one that seemed to spend the most time looking at Susan. Chet and Henry sat across the table in chairs, and with some of their teeth missing, looked even rougher than they appeared from across the room. As the guys talked, Susan leaned against Lanny in the booth and looked around the room trying to focus and make sense of the whole scene. Lanny had his arm around Susan's shoulder as he bragged that his new wife got a little wild when she had too much to drink and it was a full time job seeing that she keeps her dress on at the parties she goes to. He continued to lie and tell them how she always wants to go to nude beaches so she can show off for the guys. God it was exciting for Lanny to talk trashy this way about his modest little wife and watch the lust grow in the eyes of these three horny strangers. They all offered to help keep an eye on her if he ever needed any help. With a slurred voice, Susan ask Lanny where they were. He told her they were with some new friends he wanted her to meet. "Shake hands with Joe, Chet and Henry" he said as he watched her extend her hand across the table. The guys watched her closely as they each took her small hand in theirs and shook hands with Susan as she closed her eyes. You will have to forgive my wife of her manners but after she drinks a lot she mellows out and really doesn't talk much. Sometimes the only way to keep her awake is to tickle her until she starts laughing. "She is really ticklish you know," Lanny said as he raised her left arm. Lanny quickly jabbed his finger into her armpit and wiggled it around as Susan jumped with surprise. She was squirming and laughing as he continued to tickle his wife in front of the guys. She was making quite a scene before he stopped the attack and let her regain her composure. During the scuffle, her dress had twisted around sideways and a lot of her right tit was hanging out the side of her top next to Joe. All the guys saw it and grinned as Lanny scolded his wife for nodding off to sleep when their friends had invited them to share the table and visit. He said that if she didn't wake up and join in the conversation, he would find a more ticklish spot. Lanny winked at the guys as he told them Susan had lots of places to tickle. They all had a good laugh as they ordered another round of drinks. Susan was completely unaware that the side of her breast was still showing so when she heard Lanny ask Joe to "tuck her back in before she starts a riot," it didn't register to her when she felt Joe straighten the front of her top and push the side of her soft bare breast back in place with his fingers. Lanny grinned as he thanked him for helping and asked Joe how he liked the feel of Susan's titty. Joe could only roll his eyes as he nodded his head. As the four guys continued to drink, Susan slipped in and out of dreamland. She could hear laughter but she still wasn't aware of her surroundings. Every so often she would feel fingers at her armpits and as she laughed she would twist and squirm to escape the prodding. All three men were taking turns tickling her to keep her awake. She was putting on quite a show for the rest of the guys in the room as they watched the eager men play their little game of "keep awake" with her. Each time she would twist around trying to dislodge the finger, the guys got a good feel of the sides of her tits and then got to "tuck her back in." A few other guys were standing around the table drinking and watching when Lanny carefully untied the string at the back of her neck which held her top up and retied it with much more slack in it. Now as she twisted and squirmed from the tickling, her big breasts flopped around even more and exposed more of her milky tits to group of guys. Now with more flesh to "tuck in" the lucky guy got a full handful of Susan's bare breast causing more hoots and yells from the guys standing around watching. Lanny got up from the booth and told Joe to keep an eye on Susan while he took a leak. He leaned his half asleep wife onto Joe's shoulder as he hurried off to the can. When he walked back into the room, he noticed that Chet had moved next to Susan where he had been sitting. His sweet little wife was sitting sandwiched between two strangers in the dark booth dressed like a sl*t and she didn't even have a clue how many strange hands had taken liberties with her precious tits. The guys were so intent playing with Susan they didn't notice Lanny's return. Lanny walked over to the bar and watched as the two guys were taking turns kissing her ears and neck and making sure she didn't doze off while she stared off into space. First Chet and then Joe would drive his fingers into her bare arm pits and tell her it was time to play "wake up." As Susan went wild twisting from the tickling, she would flop her swinging tits into their waiting hands. Susan's eyes would pop open with a worried look on her sweet face as she tried to protect her tits from the men's roaming hands seated on both sides of her. She would twist from side to side trying to push away from the constant abuse but was no match for these determined mechanics as they took advantage of her condition. Lanny just stood by the bar watching his modest young wife squirming as two horny strangers were feeling her soft tits through her thin dress. They would take turns lifting and jiggling them as they laughed among themselves. It was then he noticed that her short skirt had slid up high around her thighs from all the tickling. It was so dark under the table that nothing could be seen but Lanny bet if the lights were brighter anyone sitting at the bar would be able to see her treasures. The scene before him convinced him he was an important person with his new friends because Susan was such a hit with the guys. They all envied him and it felt wonderful. A small bit of fear crossed his mind though as he watched how rough these men were with Susan when they didn't know he was watching. When Lanny returned to the table, he sat in one of the chairs as Susan kept mumbling something over and over. Joe grinned at Chet as he told Lanny "your wife has to go pee pee." A big smile spread across Lanny's face as he further humiliated his wife by asking her if front of the three men if she really had to take a piss. Susan groaned and nodded as he asked her again how bad she needed to go pee pee, as Chet and Henry snickered. "Real bad" she croaked. Playing with her distress, Lanny just started talking about the car racing season with the guys while his wife fidgeted around looking for an answer to her discomfort. Joe was enjoying the sight of this proud little housewife shifting around trying to keep from losing control of her bladder. He told Lanny he better let his wife go piss before she pees in her panties. Lanny just smiled and exclaimed, "this may come as a shock to you guys, but I think Susan forgot to put her panties on this evening." With that, Lanny looked across the table at his troubled wife and asked her if she was a naughty girl and forgot to put her panties on. She didn't answer. Lanny smiled at the guys as he told them he was pretty sure she had been very naughty and forgot to put on her cute little panties. Susan was getting more desperate as she squirmed and pleaded with her eyes to go relieve herself. "Well that settles it" Lanny said, "you guys help me take Susan to go pee and we will get to the bottom of this once and for all." Chet and Henry helped her out of the booth and each took an arm as they walked her along behind Lanny and Joe. Lanny opened the men's restroom door as they guided her over to the dirty stained wash basins. Susan stood barefoot by herself shifting from foot to foot holding on to the countertop in front of the large mirror. "How bad does my little honey have to go pee pee," teased Lanny. "Did you forget to put your panties on, you little tease." "Joe, Chet and Henry are nice enough to help you go pee pee so turn around and show them if you forgot your panties." The pain was causing her mind to hear Lanny's words and even though she didn't understand her situation, she knew she had to have relief. She let out a moan as she started to tremble and whispered she had go "soooo... bad." "Turn around and pull up your dress for the guys, do it now and then you can go pee pee." She held on to the countertop as she turned her back to the guys, and slowly pulled the back of her short black dress up until the bottom of her cheeks came into view. "Come on, all the way up," he commanded as she bunched her dress high above her beautiful bare ass. Susan trembled with shame as she stood showing her private parts to these strange men as they made nasty remarks. "I knew it" screamed Lanny, "you have been running around all evening showing your bare ass to all the other guys." Susan pleaded with them to let her go to the toilet. The two stalls didn't have doors so Lanny told her to go ahead but the guys were going to watch her take a piss. Henry got a stupid grin on his face and licked his lips and said he had never seen a girl take a piss before. "Did you hear that honey," exclaimed Lanny giving her a sharp slap on her ass. "Well then let's give them a real close up look cause nothing is too good for our friends, don't you agree sweetheart." Susan dropped her dress and didn't object as Lanny had Chet and Henry turn her around. They each took an arm and lifted her up on the countertop facing them above the sink and pushed her down into a squatting position with one of her feet on each side of the dirty sink. Lanny held her in place as Joe, Chet and Henry bent down to eye level between her wide spread knees hoping to get a look at Susan's pussy and waited for the show to start. Lanny held her short skirt up out of the way and teased her that she better hurry and pee before someone else came into the men's room and wanted to watch too. Susan just squatted over the sink mortified knowing that men were there watching while she was attending to such a private matter. She let a small fart as the yellow piss splashed into the sink as the guys yelled "there she blows" and watched her lips quiver as the last drops fell into the sink. All Susan could think of was how good it felt to ease the terrible pressure. This must be a bad dream, she thought to herself, I'll wake up safe in my own bed at home soon. Lanny grinned as he asked Susan if she would like her friends to get some toilet paper so she could finish the job. Chet pushed a wad of tissue into her hand as tears rolled down her cheeks. As each of the three guys watched every move, she reached under her skirt and wiped her pussy lips dry as she squatted over the sink in the brightly lighted men's room. Lanny laughed to himself as he watched his modest little wife hand the soiled paper back to Chet. 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Showing off Susan 4
Chet and Joe helped Susan back into the booth at the western club after
the trip to the restroom. She had been crying and had the look of a frightened animal on her face. She didn't show any signs that the drug was wearing off as she slumped against Joe in the booth. The bartender had noticed her and stopped at their table and warned that the local town cops were due to stop by the club and make their rounds. He was worried that if Susan appeared too drunk he might lose his liquor license. Joe assured him they would keep her awake and alert. Lanny not only was getting drunk from all the booze, but he was flying high with excitement seeing Joe's arm slip around his sleeping wife's shoulder with his hand resting squarely on her breast. The thin dress material did little to hide her hard nipple as Joe talked with his friends and rubbed his thumb back and forth over the sensitive nub. Seeing his modest little wife squat and piss in the sink while three strangers watched was so exciting he couldn't believe it had happened. And now watching as this dirty mechanic openly playing with Susan's nipple while she slumbered next to him in the booth was almost more than he could stand. Lanny was making the most of her dilemma and humiliation beyond his wildest imagination. As Lanny ordered more drinks, Joe yelled to a friend he noticed walking in the front door of the club and told him to come over to the booth. He pulled up a chair as Joe introduced his friend Willy to everyone at the table. He was dressed in a soiled white shirt which barely contained his huge beer belly hanging over his belt. His name tag identified him in large letters under "Main Street Barber Shop" as Joe laughed that Willy was his barber and cut what was left of his hair. He looked to be in his late forties but his eyes were red and it appeared he was well on his way to his regular weekend drunk. Willy eyed Susan as Joe explained she was Lanny's new wife and had been drinking too much that evening. Even when Willy shook hands with Lanny, he didn't take his eyes off Susan as she leaned sleeping against Joe. "Better wake her up so she can meet Willy!" laughed Lanny. Quickly, Joe reached over and jabbed her arm pit with his fingers. Susan let out a shriek as she twisted and squirmed trying to dislodge the tickling fingers attacking her. The top of her dress was still tied loose so her tits flopped wildly from side to side as Willy's eyes stared wide with amazement. Joe was smiling as he showed his friend how much fun it was to wake up Susan this way. Lanny playfully assured him that it was Joe's responsibility to see that his little wife didn't fall asleep and miss all the fun. Susan's eyes tried to focus on the new person that was shaking her hand and telling her she was lucky to have a husband that would take her out dancing. Susan could only mumble a few words before she settled back against Joe. The five guys continued laughing and talking while they finished a round of beers. Willy was pissed because his girlfriend had stood him up that evening. He had met her at a bar last month and was going to meet her after work to give her a pussy trim. He hated getting hair in his mouth every time he ate her pussy out, which was every night. All the guys told stories about walking around with pubic hairs between their teeth after every date. Lanny had always dreamed of bringing Susan to a screaming orgasm with his tongue, but she would tell him to stop every time he started kissing her "down there." Joe nudged Lanny from this thoughts as he ask him if Susan's pussy hair gets stuck in his teeth. "Hell yes" shouted Lanny, "She sheds like a golden retriever puppy!" All the guys laughed at the comment as Lanny frowned and remembered all the times she told him to stop. He looked at his wife as she stirred from the noise of the laughter and grinned as he told the four men he always wanted her to shave her pussy. "Well this is your lucky day friend," grinned Joe, "old Willy here has always wanted to work his barber magic on a shaggy pussy." Willy chimed right in, as he glanced at Susan, that he wouldn't even charge anything if Lanny wanted to set up a time for his wife. All the guys agreed it would be a great wedding present for their new friends. Joe held his beer glass high as he proposed a toast to the happy newlyweds and Susan's slick c*nt. Lanny's drunken mind raced as the scene flashed before him of his shy little wife getting her cute pussy shaved by this so called barber. It would be dangerous but the thought was simply too exciting. He may never get another chance so why not go for it. "Hell Willy" he boasted, "what's wrong with right now." "We've got a room in the motel next door if you brought your scissors." "She's been acting like a b*tch lately anyway so it will serve her right to loose her bush." None of the guys could believe their ears and Willy thought her husband may be joking. Joe yelled "done deal" and put his hand on Lanny's shoulder and explained to Willy what happened in the men's room earlier in the evening. Besides he joked, "it will be a late wedding present from all the guys at the table she met tonight." "Lanny calls the shots though," said Joe as he worked to build Lanny's esteem to the other guys. "No shit," cried Willy as he realized he just might actually get to see Lanny's beautiful wife. Lanny told Chet and Henry to pick up a cold pack of beer and some playing cards and meet them at room 108 at the Starlite Motel next door. "After all, we have to have something to do while Willy the master barber works on the ole lady." Lanny's heart was pounding as he tried to act macho in front of these rough guys. There was no turning back now. Susan's mind was slowly starting to become aware that several men were with her and Lanny. She didn't completely understand where they were or why they were laughing. She smelled stale cigarette smoke and Joe's bad breath as he held her close to him in the booth. The details of the surroundings escaped her but from time to time she felt pressure from a hand on the side of her breast. Her eyes were open but the scene didn't make any sense to her foggy mind. Lanny sat across from her and told her they were going home now. He winked at Willy as he told her that she was going to get a first class beauty shop treatment and get all trimmed up pretty back at the motel room. "Honey, I'm going back to the room and meet Chet and Henry with the beer," Lanny whispered. "Your new friends Joe and Willy are going to help you get back to our motel room in a few minutes." "Now be nice to them cause they are going to give you a wedding present from all your friends you met tonight." Lanny went to the bar to pay the tab and walked to the club door. As he opened the door, he turned and glanced back at Susan sitting between Joe and Willy in the booth. She looked so helpless and out of place sitting between the rough looking older men. Her eyes seemed to be pleading for him to take her away from this place and the people around her. Too bad honey, he thought to himself, you had your chance back home at Rusty's. Lanny just figured he would have a little more fun with her before he ask the four guys to leave. He was having great fun playing out his fantasies but certainly didn't want things to go too far. After Lanny left for the motel, both Joe and Willy laughed as they talked how this dumb shit of a guy would let his young wife get drunk in a place like the club. It was a hang out for the druggies and losers around Newton. Joe had met Willy as cell mates in the state prison several years ago and came to town where Joe's brother got them jobs. They couldn't believe their luck that they had a 23 year old girl as beautiful as Susan sitting between them unable to object to anything they wanted to do to her. What ever caused her stupid young husband to trust his bride of a few months with the likes of them was really a mystery. Why he would leave her sitting there between two complete sleazy strangers twice her age without her bra or panties was beyond belief but they both had learned long ago how to take advantage of an opportunity. They could tell she was educated, well groomed, tanned and wasn't the kind of girl that would come into a place like this. She was the kind of proud young housewife that took pride in her body and Joe guessed she wouldn't even speak to them if they knocked on her front door and offered to do chores around her house. Yet, there she was alone and drunk in a dark booth as they both took turns feeling her full breasts through her dress. "Susan honey, can you hear me" Joe whispered in her ear as he slipped his left hand under the side of her dress to cup her bare tit. "Don't you like your pretty titties played with" he hissed as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Susan gasped as she looked into the face of this strange man. She didn't recognize him but could only think of her husband. "No honey...... Lanny.... Lanny" she said as Joe pinched her tender nipple. "I'll bet you are a great cock sucker, aren't you sweetheart." "How about it... don't you want to suck my big cock?" "No.... no.... who are you?" she mumbled in confusion. "Maybe you want my big cock shoved in your little pussy... is that what you want, you little b*tch?" "Oh.... oh... no.... no... don't," Susan pleaded as she became aware she was hearing awful words. Joe continued to pinch her nipple as he asked her if she liked to have men play with her pussy. "Naughty little girls like you that don't wear panties are just asking for it." "Why don't you open your legs and let Willy play with your juicy hot pussy" taunted Joe. Her mind was starting to clear somewhat because she was painfully aware of the tugging on her sensitive nipple. Susan was breathing harder as she felt another man's hand slowly slide up the inside of her right thigh under her dress and tangled his fingers in her muff. Willy moved closer as he twisted her soft pubic hair around his index finger. "Honey, you aren't going to need this stuff anymore," teased Willy as he gave a quick pull on her curls. The sudden pain caused her to open her knees and while both guys held them apart, Willy ran his index finger up and down her moist slit. "Oh honey you've got the sweetest little pussy" he whispered as he slipped a finger inside and wiggled it around. Susan was crying and pleading for them to stop as they laughed at her. "Willy ole friend, I'll bet she has a cute little asshole too" teased Joe, "How about it honey would you like me to stick my big cock up your little asshole?" "I'll bet your shit for brains husband would like to watch his little wife get fucked silly in the ass" Joe whispered as he then kissed her hard on the mouth and rammed his tongue in her mouth. After a few minutes Joe whispered," We know you hate to leave all this fun but it is time to leave before your hubby comes looking for you." Susan's whole body was shaking as they pulled her dress back down and helped her out of the booth. As they walked across the parking lot towards the motel, Joe squeezed her arm tight and warned her to forget what happened in the booth and don't say anything to her husband. The fresh air seemed to help clear Susan's head but at the same time she knew something was very wrong. Who were these two disgusting men helping her walk and where was her husband. As they walked, Joe made her stop several times and take large swallows out of a bottle he held to her lips. The gulps burned her throat and she coughed as the warm feeling liquid rolled down into her stomach. "This whiskey will get you in a party mood honey," Joe laughed, as he fondled her butt as they walked along. If she slowed down too much they would pinch her ass through her dress to hurry her along. "Lanny... ouch.. ouch... Lanny," cried Susan, as she tried to slap their hands away from her tortured rear. "Don't worry sweetcakes," Joe teased, "I'll be glad to kiss your ass and make it all better." Lanny was already playing cards and drinking beer with Chet and Henry at a small table in the motel room as Susan stumbled through the open doorway to room 108. Lanny briefly noticed the terrified look in Susan's eyes as she focused on him. 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Showing off Susan 5
Lanny was already playing cards and drinking beer with Chet and Henry at a
small table in the motel room as Susan stumbled through the open doorway to room 108 followed by Joe and Willy. Lanny briefly noticed the terrified look in Susan's eyes as she focused on him. He was pretty wasted himself by this time so he just made some smart remark about what took them so long, did they take the scenic route.... or something like that. Deep down he knew he should probably put a stop to this idea of shaving Susan before things got out of hand but his ego wouldn't allow it. "Let's party" he shouted as he offered Joe and Willy a cold can of beer. Susan slumped to a sitting position on the bed as the five guys talked about who was winning the card game. Joe made the excuse to Lanny that he and Willy would have brought Susan to the motel sooner but they had to stop and talk to another friend he saw on the way out of the club. "Here's to the best sport I've met in a long time," said Joe as he raised his can of beer to Lanny in a salute. The young husband just loved hearing all four men tell him how cool he was letting them party with him and his new wife. "That's what good friends are for," praised the others. He was too drunk to notice the knowing looks exchanged between the four older strangers in the small room. After all, Joe had agreed there wouldn't be any touching or anything that might put Susan at risk of catching a disease. He didn't want anything to hurt his pretty wife. All he knew was that he had dreamed of seeing Susan put in a humiliating position many times and it was finally happening. The very idea of this fat barber shaving Susan's sweet pussy was so exciting he couldn't help being caught up in the enthusiasm of the four guys. He just had to go through with it. She looked so sexy in her black dress as she propped herself up on one arm sitting on the double bed in the seedy motel room. He rationalized that he would just have a little more fun at her expense with these blue collar men that neither of them would ever see again. Joe turned on the radio to a western music station as he told his friends they were lucky to be able to help out this young couple with their honeymoon. All the while she had been sitting listening to the men talking, Susan was starting to piece together her surroundings. The alcohol she had on the way to the motel seemed to heighten her senses. She could see Lanny laughing but the blur of other bodies in the small room took on a terrifying appearance as she noticed the men's faces for the first time. They were intent on watching her closely while making quick glances at her husband. It was then she remembered the terrible things Joe had said to her back at the bar and how he kept squeezing her breast and pinching her nipple till it hurt. The memory of Willy pulling on her pubic hair and pushing his finger in her as they sat in the booth made her tremble with disgust. She felt like a trapped fawn in the forest and hungry wolves were circling her getting ready for the kill. The man she married and trusted was sitting stinking drunk unable to protect her from these vile men. Joe walked over to Susan and brushed a strand of auburn hair back off her forehead. He sneered at her as he ask Lanny politely if he minded if they danced with his wife. "Sure help yourself" Lanny mumbled as he sat holding his half empty can of beer at the table. Joe reached down and grabbed Susan by the arm and jerked her upward for the slow dance around the motel room. He pulled her close and mashed the front of his dirty jeans into her as they moved slowly in circles. He could feel her try to twist her body from his embrace as his hands roamed down across her ass. Chet, Henry and Willy were watching intently as he continued to fondle her bottom as they danced. Joe noticed Lanny's eyes were closed and he looked like he wasn't far from passing out. Turning Susan's back towards his three friends with a cruel wink, he reached down pulling the back hem of her dress up to her waist. The three guys grinned back at Joe as he held up her dress exposing all of Susan's pantyless ass to his friends in the brightly lighted room. She didn't realize her bare ass was exposed until Joe reached down with both hands and squeezed the two soft mounds. Susan smelled his stale breath and gave a little scream as she tried to push away his kneading hands from her bottom. Joe quickly let the hem of her dress fall in place as the scream brought Lanny's head up with a jerk. "Hey Lanny," Joe shouted, "Your little wife is a good dancer but I think she needs a few more drinks before she will let ole Willy here give her a trim." Why don't you and Henry walk over to the club and bring back a bottle while Willy gets everything ready. Henry started to object but Joe still dancing with her gave him a stern look and motioned for him to get Susan's husband on his way across the parking lot to buy the bottle. Lanny should have known better than to trust these rough strangers with his drugged bride alone in the motel room. But as Henry put his hand on his shoulder to walk out the door, Lanny again got bolder as he told his dancing wife to be nice to their friends while he was gone. He should have noticed the frightened look in her eyes when she understood her husband was leaving the room. The young husband should have been alarmed as he watched is wife struggle against Joe as he held her tight against him dancing. The three men let out a yell as they watched Lanny and Henry fade into the darkness of the parking lot. Joe pulled away from Susan leaving her standing in the middle of the room. "All right you sweet little b*tch, it's showtime," yelled Joe as he sat down at the table. "It's time to show us your tits you've been shakin at us all night," Joe hissed. "Hell, just take your fuckin dress off and show us all the pretty things you been hiding under it." Susan searched their faces for help as she began crying and shaking as her sobs grew stronger. She made no move to comply with Joe's orders but instead pleaded with the strange men... No... No.... Please No..... as she searched the room for her husband. "Your dumb shit husband ain't here, sweety'" he taunted. "Don't make me come over there and take it off for you," threatened Joe, "Take the God damn thing off." Susan's mind was spinning but she instinctively made a run for the door to get away from these awful men. She was no match for them as Chet pulled her back to the center of the room and the three guys joined by the returning Henry formed a circle around the terrified bride. The four men pushed her back and forth between them as though they were using her like a rag doll. Four set of hands came from all directions grabbing her heaving tits, pinching her thighs and butt as she did her best to slap away the invading hands. Just when she would dislodge a hand from her breast, several more would be on her bare thigh or causing her to cry out from a cruel pinch on her bottom. All four guys were laughing at her efforts to fight them off as Joe reached up and untied the strap holding the top of her dress in place. "God she is a little wildcat," Joe yelled, "this might slow her down a little." Now Susan had to hold the top of her dress up with one hand so she could only slap and scratch at the men with the other. The invading hands were able to sneak up under her short skirt and pinch her bare butt before she could slap them away. The pain and struggle she was experiencing cleared her mind somewhat and triggered her natural survival instinct. Joe let out a cry as the long fingernails on her free hand slashed across his right cheek leaving red trails down the side of his face. "Ouch you little b*tch.... so you want to play rough do you.... let's play "Ring around the rosy with her guys!" Chet and Henry each grabbed a wrist and pulled Susan's arms away from her front straight out on each side and held them. The untied top sagged but stayed up held in place by the points of her nipples. It only took a few jerks of her stretched arms between Chet and Henry as they turned her in a circle to make the dress top fall around Susan's waist baring her beautiful tits to the leering men. Tears were streaming down her face as they continued to shake her back and forth making her naked tits bounce obscenely. "Look at those fuckin jugs bounce," hissed Henry as they all enjoyed her pleading. Joe walked up behind her and slipped his thumbs under the waistband of her dress. As she was held in place, he slowly slipped her dress over her ass and down into a puddle around her small ankles. There was a moment of silence as the four dirty men noticed how truly beautiful Susan's naked body was under the revealing light. The young wife's tan lines contrasted her tanned legs with the white triangle framing the soft auburn hair covering Susan's pubic mound. The whiteness of her beautiful dimpled ass was interrupted only by the dark crack that hid her secret places. Her face and neck colored with a pale blush as she realized she was standing naked in front of strange men with her arms held stretched out to her sides. Lanny's pretty wife was on display for these perverts to enjoy and her husband wasn't there to help her. Henry had left him sitting at the club waiting for the bottle to be purchased. He had whispered to his bartender friend to make Lanny wait 20 minutes. Henry headed for the men's room and had told Lanny to wait for him before going back to the motel. The four men figured they had about 15 more minutes before her drunk husband found his way back to the motel room. Plenty of time to have more fun with Lanny's helpless naked wife. Susan was standing held in place by her out stretched arms between Chet and Henry. Joe had a cruel grin as he walked up behind her saying to the guys "let's see how ticklish she really is." Her exposed arm pits were too much for Joe to resist as he jammed his fingers into her flesh and up and down her ribs. Susan let out a squeal as she thrashed around trying to evade Joe's tickling fingers but she was held tight by her arms. "Go baby go, wiggle that cute little ass for us," Joe laughed as he also started pinching her on her bare butt. Susan was kicking wildly and putting on an obscene sort of dance spectacle much to the delight of her audience. She was aware of her complete nudity and shame of being held by each arm and tickled by Joe in front of these strange men. Her eyes were wide and filled with tears as she laughed and squealed from the torment. "Now... now sweet thing, settle down," Joe whispered from behind as he reached around cupping and squeezing her milky tits. All the men watched as he mashed them together and toyed with her softness while telling her how nasty she looked. Even though she struggled, she was helpless to dislodge his fingers as they rolled her nipples to hardness. He pinched down on her nipples between his dirty thumbs and fingers pulling them upward holding the entire weight of her breasts by her nipples. Susan cried out as Joe bobbed her tits up and down by the nipples showing his friends how much they looked like water balloons. "Make her show us her pussy" yelled the grinning Henry as he rubbed his cock through his pants. "How about it honey, don't you want to give us a little pose and show us old farts your cute little pussy?" laughed Joe as he sat down at the table. Susan stood motionless in the middle of the room sobbing holding an arm across her breasts and the other hand covering her soft auburn haired pussy. "No... no... please no more... please" pleaded Susan. "Now be nice to the guys like your dumb shit hubby told you to or I'll spank that little ass of yours till you can't sit down." The frightened wife searched Joe's leering face for pity but he was loosing his temper with her. Without warning, Joe grabbed her and threw her down across his lap holding her wrists together behind her back. Susan was d****d across the Joe's knees with her tits hanging on one side and her perfect naked bottom directly under his gaze. She squeezed her legs together knowing all these filthy men were watching as he rubbed his hand across her exposed bottom. The contrast of her white ass cheeks and her long tanned legs made the view that much more exciting. The first crack of Joe's hand on her bare ass hurt so much she let out a loud scream. Chet reached under her face and covered her mouth with his hand as Joe continued to pound away at Susan's reddening butt. His slaps would go from side to side with such pain Susan forgot about her modesty and kicked out with her legs letting the men catch a glimpse of the dark hair covered furrow. Joe pulled her to her feet and pushed her to the middle of the floor. Susan rubbed her red bottom as tears streamed down her face. "Now honey, go over and lay on the bed and spread your legs for the guys," Joe commanded. The sobbing young wife hesitated but walked over and sat on the bed as she saw Joe pull his belt from the loops. Joe snapped the belt in his hands as all four men gathered around the pleading bride. "Now then just strike a pose for us on your back, spread your legs and show us how cute your little pussy is." Susan slowly scooted to the middle of the bed laying on her back stiff as a board with her arms at her sides. "Oh honey you can do better that ," threatened Joe snapping his belt, "Show the guys your pretty pussy." Susan closed her eyes and opened her tanned legs till they were pointing at the corners of the bed. The men pushed closer as the closed lips of her sex came into view under the bright lights. "What do you think guys," ask Joe as he jabbed Willy with his elbow. "Honey, the guys really want to see your pussy lips open so pull your knees up to your shoulders for us." Susan reluctantly obeyed Joe pulling her knees up and holding them against her chest with her hands. The men gasped as the thin lips of the young wife's pussy flowered open to their gaze. "God damn look at that sweet fuckin tight little c*nt," breathed Henry. "Hey man, look at that pink meat inside, Chet added, "make her pull it open." "You heard him sweetheart," Joe teased snapping the belt, "Pull those juicy pussy lips open wide and show Chet how pink you are way inside." The tormented wife reached down and slowly pulled her most secret place wide open as four horny men looked intently at her obscenely displayed pussy. Susan held the pose while Joe reached out and placed the tip of his index finger on her exposed clit. The young wife gasprd in surprise as he lightly rubbed the sensitive nub back and forth with his finger. "See honey," he teased as she started to squirm, "it's not so bad to let us nice fellows play with your pussy..... is it?" |
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What do you think guys," ask Joe as he jabbed Willy with his elbow.
"Honey, the guys really want to see your pussy lips open so pull your knees up to your shoulders for us." Susan closed her eyes and reluctantly obeyed Joe pulling her knees up and holding them against her chest with her hands. The men gasp as the thin lips of the young wife's pussy flowered open to their gaze. "God damn look at that sweet fuckin tight little c*nt," breathed Henry. "Hey man, look at that pink meat inside, Chet added, "make her pull it open." "You heard him sweetheart," Joe teased snapping the belt, "Pull those juicy pussy lips open wide and show Chet how pink you are way inside." The tormented wife reached down with her slim fingers and slowly pulled her most secret place wide open as four horny men looked intently at her obscenely displayed pussy. Susan held the pose while Joe reached out and placed the tip of his index finger on her exposed clit. The young wife jerked in surprise as he lightly rubbed the sensitive nub back and forth with his finger. "See honey," he teased as she started to squirm, "it's not so bad to let us nice fellows play with your pussy..... is it?" "Why don't you try it," Joe said as he placed Susan's index finger on her clit, and holding it in place, moved her finger back and forth across the swelling nub. Standing back up Joe told the exposed wife to "Play with yourself honey and show the boys how a hot little wife gets off while hubby is gone." Susan's mind was racing from her terror but the wonderful feeling from her finger was impossible to ignore. She had never indulged the temptation to relieve herself even when her girl friends at school had told her about how great it was. She knew what was happening was very wrong and sinful but with even a slight movement of her finger brought a flood of pleasure. The menacing Joe continued to threaten her if she stopped so it seemed the lesser of two evils if she let her finger play with her hooded switch. Making her perform masturbation while these cruel men watched was almost more humiliation than the modest little wife could endure. "Look at her clit grow" laughed Chet, as they watched this proper young wife's own finger causing her to squirm and moan. The light reflected the small droplets of moisture starting to form on Susan's pussy lips as she increased the tempo with her slim finger. The banging on the door startled the leering men as they backed away from Susan and sat down at the table as Henry opened the door. Susan's husband Lanny walked into the small motel room with a grin on his face holding a bottle. It appeared to him that guys had been playing cards at the table as he turned and saw his shy little wife laying on the bed naked rubbing her widely spread pussy. Before Lanny could react Joe told him they didn't know what came over his wife but they didn't try to stop her. "You've got a hot little wildcat there boy" joked Joe, "she probably couldn't wait for you to get her in the sack and fuck the shit out of her." Lanny just stood there and stared in disbelief at Susan spread open playing with herself right in front of these four men. They seemed to be occupied playing cards and hardly seemed to notice his naked wife on the bed. If he were sober he might have noticed the pink glow across her bottom from the spanking or the small red welts on her ass from the many pinches she received. But this was beyond his wildest dreams to see her masturbating while four strange men watched her in this seedy motel room. "No fair you having all the fun honey" Lanny said going over and sitting next to his wife. "Quit playing with yourself it's time for your appointment with the barber" as he pulled her to a sitting position. Susan had been caught up in her pleasure and the sudden change brought her mind back to her present dilemma. Why wasn't her husband taking her away from these vile men? "Willy is ready to give you your wedding present honey," Lanny said as he sat down on the bed. "Isn't that nice of him," he teased as he handed Willy his shaving kit from the bathroom. "He's going to make your pussy all smooth and shiny for me," Lanny taunted her, "won't that be fun?" "All these other nice men will be glad to help him do a good job," Lanny slurred as he smiled at the others. Willy's eyes widened with anticipation cleaning the cards and glasses off the table and laying a bath towel on top. "Come on over here honey and hop up on the table," invited Willy. The frightened wife objected as Lanny pushed her off the bed towards the table. Susan just stood there doing her best to cover her naked body from the eyes of these men. "She's all yours Willy" Lanny teased, "just be careful not to nick anything important down there." Willy walked over to Susan pushing her hands aside and quickly grabbed a handful of her pubic hair. "This way sweetheart" he laughed as he pulled the resisting young wife across the room by her hairs. The four men lifted her on the table and lay her back on the towel under the bright light. Susan had a frightened look in her eyes and wanted nothing to do with letting this dirty barber and his friends examine her private parts. "Come on honey" Joe teased as he gave a sharp tug on her curls, "It's not like we haven't seen your sweet c*nt before.... you been layin on the bed wantin us to help you jerk off." It took all four guys to hold the struggling wife down as they held her open for Willy to spread shaving cream all over her slippery pussy. As he worked on her auburn bush, he made sure his fingers slipped into Susan's open pussy every chance he had. After she was shaved clean and wiped off with a towel, his other three friends were quick to search for little hairs he might have missed on her pussy lips. The men would take turns pulling her pussy lips open and exploring every detail of the squirming wife's sex under the bright light. Lanny was transfixed at the sight of their dirty fingers slipping into his wife's exposed genitals. Without any hair to obstruct the view, his wife's gaping pussy was the most wonderfully obscene thing Lanny had ever imagined. "She's all done" laughed Willy as he gave her bare mound a little pat with his hand. "No more hair gettin in the way when you lick her sweet little pussy" he said grinning at Lanny. Susan looked so resigned to her fate as she lay exposed on the table under the light as the four men held her down and played with her newly shaved pussy. "Your little wife here has the best lookin c*nt we've ever seen" laughed Joe as he pulled her lips wide open. "You ought to enter your lady in the pretty pussy contest if anyone ever decided to start one." Lanny was mesmerized watching his modest wife squirming as they ran their fingers across her enlarged clitoris making her jerk and squeal. Their fingers glistened from her wetness as her breathing rhythm changed to short quick gasps. His beautiful wife was responding to the dirty fingers of these men she didn't even know. "Doesn't that feel good sweetheart," Joe teased as he noticed that she was moving her hips to meet his finger. "I think your little bride likes to have her clit rubbed" he said smiling at the watching young husband. "I think if I finger fuck her she will cum right here on the table" Joe said as he pushed his middle finger deep in Susan's pussy. "Oh... oh... oh" she gasped as the grinning Joe pushed her inflamed clit back and forth with his big thumb while speeding the tempo of his middle finger in and out of her spread pussy. "What a nice tight slippery little hole you have honey." "You need to let your hubby in here more often cause I know you like it this way, don't you sweetheart." The wet sucking sound of his invading finger could be heard as Chet and Henry toyed with her hard nipples. Susan went wild as she bucked her hips off the table with short squeals and shuddered to a long climax as the sweating Joe fingered Lanny's wife. Lanny just stood watching the big greasy mechanic use both hands on Susan's tortured pussy while his three friends urged him on. Nothing he could ever have imagined in his wildest fantasy could equal the sight of these strange men holding his naked little wife's legs wide open on the table in the motel room. Her shaved pussy was wide open to their lustful gaze as Joe's big fingers made her cum much to the delight of her drunken admirers. Her sex juice glistened on Joe's fingers and the smell of her sex filled the room. Susan seemed to lose control of her emotions and be caught up in the passion of the moment. Lanny had never seen his wife act this way even when they made love in their own bed. Lanny walked over to the table and lifted the sobbing Susan from the table carrying her to the bed. He pulled back the covers and let his wife cover herself up in the bed. He sat by her side stroking her hair trying to calm her down from the rough treatment from the guys. She buried her face in the pillow trying to block out the evil men that had invaded their motel room. "You got one wild little woman" Joe told Lanny, "she would be a hot little number if you once get her started." Willy suggested to Lanny he should buy her a dildo so she could get all warmed up for him when he got home from work. "Yeah teach her how to use a vibrator and you'll never be sorry" grinned Joe as he offered to help Lanny show her the ropes anytime. "In fact, let's go next door to the adult video store and let her pick out one she likes," suggested Joe. Chet and Henry agreed that watching her pick one out sounded like a lot of fun and was a great idea. Joe urged Lanny to get her up and he would buy her a wedding present to go along with his wife's newly shaved sn*tch. Lanny, not wanting to be a spoil sport, agreed to Joe's idea and looked around for something for Susan to wear for her trip to the sex shop. Lanny pulled a light blue silk tee shirt from the small suitcase she liked to wear as a sleep shirt. He slipped it over Susan's head and helped her pull it down in place as she sat upright in the bed. As he pulled her to her feet and steadied her, the guys watched how desirable and innocent she looked. The bottom hem covered her to mid thigh and her beautiful breasts filled the top to capacity and no one suggested she put on any underwear. Susan knew they were going to go someplace but it didn't register in her mind that she and the guys were going to walk next door to an adult shop. Joe kept kidding her that he was going to buy her a dildo for a wedding present to help her get in the mood with Lanny. She had never even seen one before and had only heard about them from a girlfriend at school that was much more daring than she. As the six of them walked across the parking lot towards the adult book store, Joe helped her walk along with his arm around her slim waist. Lanny followed behind them drinking a beer with the rest of the guys trying focus his eyes on his young wife's silk clad body. Joe openly would reach down and flash her bare bottom each time car headlights would pass. Chet and Henry would whistle each time Joe held the hem of her shirt up showing Susan's bare ass swaying as she walked along not even realizing she was flashing the passing cars. She kept looking back over her shoulder at her husband as she attempted to understand where Joe was taking her. Lanny realized that Joe, the big mean mechanic, had taken control of the little game he had started with Susan earlier that evening. Joe's strong personality and threatening manner had intimidated the young husband enough that he couldn't really put up much of an objection to anything Joe wanted to do to his wife. Joe would grab her and kiss her hard on the mouth while he pulled her shirt up to her waist showing her butt to the honking cars. The poor wife was so intent with her struggle to dislodge his tongue from her mouth, she didn't even know her bare ass was visible to anyone in the passing cars. As they walked along, Joe was taking any liberty he wanted with the young wife and didn't seem to care what her husband might think. Even though Lanny had enjoyed his modest little wife's dilemma, he realized Joe was treating her rougher and calling all the shots now. He continued to gently slap her bottom to help her move along at a faster pace. There was half a dozen cars parked in front of the adult video store as Joe guided Susan through the front door. A hush in the conversations fell as every eye in the store watched the pretty young wife enter the room followed by her husband Lanny and his four new friends. Susan looked completely out of place standing in the middle of the sleazy adult store wearing her short little night shirt. She looked like she should be ready to go to bed in the safety of her own bedroom at home instead of standing in front of these strange men in a porno shop. Susan's head was still spinning from the drug her husband Lanny had given her earlier in the evening so she still had to hold onto Joe's arm. Joe marched her right up to the counter where the clerk was sitting behind on a high stool smoking a cigarette. He was a middle aged black man in a stained white shirt with a clear interest in the sweet young thing that just walked into his store. His eyes traveled up and down Susan's body as he asked Joe if he could help them. Joe told him that Lanny's wife Susan was a little drunk from celebrating her recent wedding but wanted to pick out a present that he was going to buy for her. "She's lookin for a big rubber cock to help her get in the mood before her husband Lanny here comes home from work," grinned Joe. The clerk broke into a wide grin showing a silver tooth as he took down a 10 inch flesh colored model from the display and handed it to the wide eyed Susan. "What do you thing of this one sweetheart?" laughed the clerk as the rest of the guys snickered among themselves. Susan held the rubber dong in her hands while Joe made her slip her hand up and down the shaft like she was jerking it off. The other men watching this beautiful young wife playing with the dildo realized Joe was toying with her mind as he tormented and teased her. Her obvious embarrassment showed from her flushed cheeks as the scene became clearer in her mind. She started to twist away when Joe guided her hand upward until the large head of the fake cock pressed firmly against her mouth. Susan set her jaw and started to sob as Joe tried to talk her into opening her full lips and putting it in her mouth. Susan's eyes darted back and forth around the room as Joe mashed the rubber head into her closed teeth. Joe whispered loudly in Susan's ear that if she didn't open her mouth wide he would take his belt off and spank her ass again. She remembered the sharp pain from the belt back at the motel so she slowly opened her jaw as Joe slipped the head into her soft mouth. Several of the other men in the store gathered in close to watch Susan, fighting not to gag, as Joe pumped the big rubber cock in and out of her mouth. Lanny watched from a distance as his wife was forced to obscenely suck the dildo in front of the group of laughing men. The booze had mellowed Lanny out to be just another bystander watching as his new bride was the center of the men's attention. Joe was clearly enjoying humiliating Susan in front of his friends and even Lanny himself. To have a pretty, young 23 year old wife with a knockout body to put through her paces almost completely under his control was too much to hope for. Joe could tell Susan must be on some kind of drug besides alcohol for her to react the way she did. "I think she needs a bigger one." Joe said grinning to the clerk as he let her spit out the invading rubber cock from her mouth. Tears were running down her cheeks as she gasped taking in several deep breaths of air. "Why don't we try that big black one over there honey," Joe laughed as he patted Susan's ass and looked over at Lanny and winked. |
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Showing off Susan 7
"I think she needs a bigger one." Joe said grinning to the clerk as he let
her spit out the invading rubber cock from her mouth. Tears were running down her cheeks as she gasp taking in several deep breaths of air. "Why don't we try that big black one over there honey," Joe laughed as he patted Susan's ass and looked over at Lanny and winked. The grinning black clerk reached up and took the large rubber cock down from the wall and laid it on the counter in front of Susan. Her eyes just darted back and forth from man to man as they made smart ass remarks about the big ugly black shaft. Joe held it up and asked the clerk if there was an instruction manual so this little bride could learn how to use it properly. All the men laughed at his joke and cheered as they heard the clerk offer to show her how to use it since there was no book of instructions. "Lanny, don't you think it would be a good idea to make sure your wife knows how to use this thing?" Joe laughed as he put his arm around Susan's shoulder. At the urging of the others, the young husband could only agree as he watched his confused wife standing in the porn shop leaning against Joe's arm. She looked so out of place standing barefoot wearing her thin silk night shirt while the rest of the customers gathered closer to enjoy her obvious humiliation. The sweating black clerk opened a magazine centerfold showing a model with a large dildo pushed into her shaved sn*tch. He placed the picture on the counter telling Joe it might help her know what to do with it. Joe picked up the book and showed her the lewd photo asking her if she would like to try gettin off with the dildo. The frightened young wife looked in disbelief at the terrible picture while Joe told the clerk all the details how she had just got her pussy shaved for the first time. Susan could sense the tension in the room as she focused on the leering eyes of the strange men looking at her scantily clad body. The clerk half jokingly said he would be glad to take her to the back office and show he how to use it and make sure it was a perfect fit. "I got two black brothers waitin back in the office for me to get off work and they could help." Lanny couldn't believe his ears when he heard Joe laugh and agree that it would be only right for black guys to help her with the big black rubber cock. He knew his wife was always uncomfortable around black men when they would look at her. While she didn't outright hate blacks, she viewed them as certainly lower class than the uppity white family she enjoyed as a child. The young wife had always felt funny around black men and she had told Lanny they just gave her the creeps. Susan's last encounter had been with a black man that repaired the plumbing in their first apartment. He had walked in on her while she was dressing and instead of apologizing and quickly leaving, he stood there staring at her while he rubbed the bulge in the front of his jeans. Susan had been so upset and embarrassed she called the company and made an official complaint about his vulgar actions. When she had tearfully told her husband about the experience, he actually got so turned on that he had to hide his own bulge from his crying bride. Though Lanny was quite drunk, he saw the terror in his wife's eyes as the big black clerk walked around the counter and reached out for her small white hand. Susan pulled back against Joe sharply as the grinning clerk ask the frightened young wife if she looked as good under her night shirt as Joe had told him she did. He reached out and stroked her upper arm telling her to be a good little girl and come with him. Susan slapped his hand away and managed to scream out for him to leave her alone. Her young husband watched as she struggled to stay away from his grasping hands while Joe pushed her towards the leering clerk. " God damn it" Joe threatened, "if you don't settle down and do what he says I'll have to take my belt off and spank your ass again." "Hell, I'll bet all the guys would like to watch me beat your bare ass and maybe take a look at your newly shaved pussy," Joe said winking at the clerk holding the struggling girl. Lanny knew this little game with Susan had gone way too far and really now understood the pain and shame she was suffering. This group of strange men they had just met were not concerned about his innocent little game of "show off the wife" but instead they were tormenting his helpless young bride. Joe, the greasy mechanic, was openly slapping his wife's tender butt when she wouldn't do exactly what he instructed her to do. He would grab the hem of her night shirt in back and give a quick tug upward giving several of the cheering men a peek at Susan's bare ass cheeks. His terrified wife would stumble between the two men slapping their invading hands away the best she could. Several times Lanny had tried to stop the attack on his helpless wife, but each time, Joe had told him to sit back down and be quiet cause they were just having some harmless fun. Her husband could see the cruel lust in Joe's eyes as he helped the dirty porn shop clerk run he head of the big black rubber cock across his wife's sweet innocent face. Susan's heaving breasts were attracting the clerks attention as he let his big hands feel the soft mounds through the thin night shirt. Lanny called out to Joe to stop letting the black clerk touch Susan but Chet and Henry made sure he didn't interfere with their humiliation of his young wife. The clerk's two black friends came out of the back office to see what all the noise and commotion was about. When Lanny saw them walk into the room, he saw wide smiles cross their faces as they watched their friend holding his struggling wife. Both were dressed all in black with denim pants and dirty black tee shirts. Their rough faces covered with sparse beards showed the wild and dangerous lives they must lead. Lanny knew it would be foolish to meet the likes of them in a dark alley someplace if you cared about your well being. "Where the fuck did ya git that little piece?" asked the bigger man as he walked up to his friend. The clerk laughed and told him she needed to be fitted for the black rubber cock she was getting as a wedding present. Joe pointed over to Lanny and told the big black man her husband wanted a toy for his new bride to get her all hot for him when he gets home from work. "Joe looked at the three black men, tossing the rubber cock to the clerk and said, "why don't you boys take our little sweetheart back to the office and show her how to use her new wedding present." "You watch the store for me," the grinning clerk told Joe as he told his friends to bring her along. As the two black friends held Susan by the arms and started her toward the doorway, a rush of adrenaline hit her as she fought and kicked to keep from going with the men. Even though she was much smaller that the black men, she trashed about when she realized the impending danger of letting them take her away from her husband Lanny. While Joe, Willy, Chet and Henry had done nasty things to her, Susan still preferred to stay with them than risk being alone with these creepy black men in the back office of the porn shop. She looked around and focused on her husband sitting on the floor drunk between Chet and Henry. Why didn't he help her get away from these terrible men that were putting their hands on her and laughing at her. Why was she in this smelly place with dirty pictures of naked women doing things she didn't even know about plastered all over the walls. Didn't her husband realize these strange men were touching her breasts and even pinching her sensitive nipples through her shirt. And that awful Joe had even slapped her bottom until it reddened and then pinched her so hard it brought tears to her eyes. That vile man had tried to pull up her shirt so the other men could see her bare bottom. What had happened to her panties? Why was she naked under her thin silk night shirt so the men could see her breasts bounce and the outline of her hard nipples. "Damn, she is a little wildcat," laughed the clerk as he ducked away from her fingernails. "Here, this will help," Joe said as he reached for a shinny pair of handcuffs from the shelf. While the two black friends held her slim arms together behind her back, Joe locked the cuffs tightly around her wrists. "That will keep her hands out of the way," Joe laughed as he walked around and looked the terrified wife in the eyes. "You give these boys any trouble and I'll blister your bare little ass till you won't be able to sit down for a week." Joe unbuckled his belt and pulled it free from the loops as he threatened the trembling young woman about doing exactly what the clerk told her to do. "Do you need a reminder?" Joe hissed as he snapped his belt together with a sharp crack. "Answer me, God damn it!" "No...no please she pleaded remembering the fiery pain on her butt from before in the motel room. The sound of the clicks as the cuffs snapped shut rang out causing her husband to notice how helpless she looked dressed only in her thin silk night shirt. His young wife's full breasts were thrust outward from the pressure of her cuffed hands behind her back. Now, in this helpless position, she wouldn't even be able to push away an exploring hand that might sneak out from one of the men gathered around her. Joe was going to let these three black perverts take Lanny's little bride to the back office with the big black rubber cock and there wasn't anything he could do about it. And these rough black men would certainly take advantage of every inch of his modest little white wife. Lanny could hardly watch as his handcuffed young wife walked obediently out of the room between the three black strangers. "You let me know if she needs a strappin" Joe yelled out to the three grinning men. Joe walked over to where Lanny was sitting, kept in place by Chet and Henry. "Please don't let those guys hurt Susan," he pleaded to the older mechanic, "can't we just get her and leave now." "Naw, they won't do no damage to your little wife if she cooperates with them black boys." "Besides, remember it was your idea to play your tricks on her with us at the bar." Joe reminded. "They just look like hard up boys that need a little fun pushed their way." laughed Joe to his friends Chet and Henry. Those black boys just love to get a peek at young white meat from time to time so just relax and I'll check on them a little later. The young husband couldn't believe this so called friend was talking that way about his sweet wife. Lanny had trusted him to keep his part of the bargain that nobody would touch Susan. While they were sitting there, who knew what those three black bastards were doing in the back office to his innocent wife. Joe was enjoying the tension on Lanny's face as well as showing off his power and control over his young wife. Lanny strained to hear any sounds that might be coming from the back office as he watched the closed door. The other men had returned to looking at magazines hoping they might get another chance to see more of the little bride in the other room. Susan walked in front of the black men with her head down into the back office. There were stacks of old magazines scattered around the room. A large cluttered desk was to the left and a stained overstuffed sofa was against the other wall. A single 200 watt light bulb hung from the center of the dirty room. A strong musty odor filled Susan's nostrils as she heard the door slam shut behind her. The clerk pushed her towards the couch and told her to have a seat. Susan's eyes were wide with terror as she looked around the filthy room and then over at the three leering black men. "Well now sweet thing" drawled the black clerk, "it looks like we gots ourselves a little white play toy now don't it." "You gonna be nice to us nigger boys like ole Joe told ya... or do we git him in here to blister yer little ass?" "No...no... no please just let me go back to my husband... please don't hurt me... please... please," the young wife broke into sobs. "Please.... take these things off my wrists... please... they hurt bad... please." "Well tell ya what missy... you do us a favor and us boys will do you a favor... ain't that right boys." "What favor.... what do you want?" sobbed Susan. "Well now that you asked.... stand up... pull up your shirt and show us nigger boys yer little ass." "No... no.... no... please don't make me....please" pleaded the trembling young wife. "OK...if thats the way ya want it!" the clerk hissed, "go out and git Joe!" "Please no...no... please I can't take that any more," Susan cried. "When I sez jump... you sez how high... you got that straight honey?" "Next time I'll git ole Joe in here with his belt!" "You got that?".... answer me!!" "Yes," nodded Susan. "Now git up and show us boys your cute little ass!" Susan's mind was reeling as she slowly stood up turning her back to the three men. She reached her cuffed hands down to the hem of her silk night shirt, swallowed hard, and lifted the material up high showing her bare ass to the men. They let out a low whistle as obediently she held her position. "Nice little white ass you got there honey...move it around a little for us boys..." Susan wasn't sure what they wanted her to do but she did her best to move her rear end a little. "There now that was easy weren't it.... boys, I think she will be a good little girl if we take the cuffs off.. whata ya think guys...." "Please yes.... please take them off... please," sobbed the frightened wife. The clerk opened a drawer of the desk, removed a key and walked up behind the exposed wife. Just before he unlocked the cuffs, he rubbed his hand lightly across her ass cheeks and gave her two hard slaps just to remind her that she would do exactly what he told her. She let out a gasp from the sharp contact of the clerks hand but remained in place as she was told. Susan dropped her hem as she rubbed her sore wrists as they sprang free from the restraints that held them. She slumped to the couch again sitting rubbing her sore wrists. "Hey honey.... I didn't tell you to sit down now did I..." the clerk hissed at the young wife. "Joe told us to be sure to have you pose for us and show us yer cute little shaved pussy." |
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Tattoo For Lisa
My husband has made me do things that I have never done before. He has
let his friends and strangers see me and touch me. I don't know whether to accept my new life or get a divorce. He is obsessed with showing me off to other guys to satisfy some perverted desire. The things that he lets them do to me were not done with my permission and are very embarrassing. I am a 26 year old housewife named Lisa and am very active with hiking, swimming and keeping in shape. I was raised in a conservative upper middle class family and was always given all the advantages my wealthy family could bestow. My father owned a chain of Christian bookstores he inherited from his family and he insisted we all attend church every Sunday. I always sang in the church choir and remained active in several church related charity functions. Although I am a natural blonde, tan and slim, I have always dressed conservatively so as not to display my ample breasts or my butt that has always been the brunt of the comments I have heard from the guys at school. I once overheard several guys talking about how they would give anything to see me naked and get their hands on my tits and feel my bare ass. I was quite embarrassed at their comments but I was proud of my 34C breasts topped with firm pink nipples that stood out at least an inch when they were aroused. I could tell that the guys looked long and hard at my cute little rear when I would wear tight jeans or a dress that let it wiggle as I walked. I always was embarrassed when we went swimming although I got a lot of attention from guys at the club and my husband's friends. I met my husband Doc after I graduated from college and was doing interior decorating for a large firm. He hired my company to redecorate his lakeside home and I was given the assignment. We dated only a few times before he said he wanted to spend the rest of his life with me, so we married 10 months ago. He swept me off my feet and even though he is 42 and had been married before, he respected my wishes to wait until after we were married to have sex. Even though I had never gone all the way with any of my boyfriends in school, Doc had slowly instructed me into ways to please a man. I have always tried to please him and to enjoy a great sex life, even when the things he suggested were beyond the bounds a respectable wife should do even in the privacy of their bedroom. He has tried many times to get me to try oral sex and even wanted to have anal intercourse. I made it clear to him that those things are perverted and I would never consent to do such a filthy thing. I would have never guessed that Doc was into kinky sex like this before we were married since he was a perfect gentleman all the time we were going together. He got real excited when a stranger might look at me through a window at night or catch a peek under my dress. Lately he is obsessed with letting his friends see me in the skimpy swim suits he buys me. He even wanted to tie me up naked on the bed and blindfold me while he took video pictures of me with my legs spread. He tried to convince me to go out in public in a very short skirt with no bra or panties. I absolutely refused to do any of those perverted things even though I could tell Doc was upset with me. Things went from bad to worse when at a office beach party he had grabbed my breast and pulled off my bikini top in front of two of his drunken friends. This was the first time he forced me to play his little games. All day long at the party, his friends Carl and Jim had helped Doc make sure I had a fresh drink in my hand. Needless to say, I had much more alcohol than I was used to and was past the point of being aware of the dirty remarks Doc made to the guys about how my breasts feel or the color of my nipples . They would laugh and make jokes about me being a real blonde . They would all make comments about my ass as I walked by and tried to talk me into going topless. I really disliked Carl the most since he would openly stare at my breasts almost like he was seeing through my top. He kept taking video pictures of me while making off color remarks and even Doc would urge me to show him my breasts for the video. He was always staring at me and had brushed against me with his hands or his big belly several time that day. Most people had left the beach for the day as I finally insisted that we leave. The three guys were by the beer cooler whispering and laughing as I gathered up my beach bag. Doc walked over to me and kissed me hard on the mouth then told me that he had promised his friends I would pose for the video camera without my top. I started to object but he grabbed me from behind by the arms pinning my arms behind me and causing my breasts to stick out obscenely as Carl and Jim moved closer. As Carl started the camera, Doc reached around and roughly squeezed my right breast and pinched the nipple through the material while holding me tight with one arm. I started to squirm and yell for him to let me go as he pulled open the center tie holding my swim suit top together. Carl and Jim both cheered him on as he pulled my arms back and bounced me up and down making my tits bounce wildly until my top was hanging at my side and all three guys were looking at my bare breasts with my right nipple larger and darker from the pinching. As I burst into tears, Carl started filming while telling Doc to bounce me some more so my tits would jiggle as he zoomed in on my nipples. The guys were all laughing and whistling as my husband let his friends see my bare tits bouncing as Carl took video of my humiliation. When Doc reached around and grabbed a handful of my breast again, I broke free and slapped him away. He laughed and told his friends he ought to let them hold me down while he spanked his cute little wife on her bare ass for being such a prude and not joining in the fun. They all laughed and said they would help him spank me anytime he was ready. I grabbed my towel and ran crying back to the car. After we got home that night he said he had too much to drink and apologized for his behavior. I figured it must have been all the booze Doc and his friends had consumed that would make him turn into such a perverted animal. Doc would always say I was too shy and explain that everyone has harmless sexual fantasies to spice up their sex life. He said I would really enjoy it if I would let myself go and try some of his games. Besides, he explained, if I really loved him I would want to please him. He showed me some pictures in his bondage magazines and said how much it would turn him on to see me tied up like the models were. He told me if I would let him take some pictures of me he promised never to show them to anyone else. Somehow, I just didn't trust him after what he had done to me in front of his friends. I told him I would never consider such a degrading thing. I had been raised to respect Christian values and it would be too humiliating to ever allow myself to be seen in such a way. I could never understand how my husband could ever think of letting another guy see his young bride in a revealing situation much less completely naked. After the beach incident, he didn't bring up the subject for several months and I hoped he had learned his lesson. Then in September he bought me some really "show off" clothes and wanted me to go to a party with him without a bra. We had a serious argument and didn't talk for two days over that incident. As time passed, Doc started wanting me to do more and more things that were making me uncomfortable. He would insist that I not wear any bra or panties around the house. After getting me a bit drunk, he would touch my breasts and pinch my nipples in public and then we would have sex in the car, hotel room with the all the lights on or anywhere he felt like it. I can't say it wasn't somewhat exciting to be getting so much attention from my husband, so just to please him, I would go along with his wishes as long as we had our privacy. It all started again when he told me he had arranged for me to get a small tattoo for my birthday. Doc had told me that it was in fashion and that all the ladies had a small tattoo somewhere on their body. This wasn't the first time he had tried to talk me into getting one, but I always objected saying I would never get a tattoo where anyone could see it even with just my bikini. He would always laugh and tell me he would be happy to find a spot that would never show. Doc had even talked me into going to a modern tattoo parlor located by the university to select a design that was available. Even though the female artist was very professional, I couldn't gain the courage to have it done. My conservative family would never understand even if I agreed to get one. Besides, we are both professionals and must maintain a conservative and proper appearance while we are in the workplace and with our circle of friends. About a week later, my husband and his friends Jim and Carl were going to drive down to San Francisco to attend a convention and meet Jim and Carl's wives there for the two day event. Doc wanted me to go with him so we could do some shopping and sample the night life. I didn't know their wives very well but had met them several times at parties. They had driven to San Francisco early in the week to visit a sister. I was still mad about the beach and would be uncomfortable to take the trip with Carl and Jim after what Doc had done to me in front of them. But I made him promise not to try anything again. Doc agreed to be on his best behavior. Early Friday morning, Doc and I and the two guys piled into our Bronco and headed out for San Francisco to spend the weekend at a boring convention. Carl was driving and Jim had brought a large thermos of long island ice tea that went down real easy and Doc kept my glass full as we drove along the freeway. After two hours of driving, I was feeling real good from the ice tea and getting a bit sleepy. As we drove south of Red Bluff, Carl turned off the freeway at a sign with an arrow advertising a weekend rally of Harley Davidson riders of Northern California. I was suprised and ask him where we were going. Carl glanced at Doc and told me he wanted to look at a motorcycle that was for sale at the rally. Jim and Doc chimed in that it would only take a couple of hours and then we would be on our way. I wasn't too worried about it since we had plenty of time but I didn't like the way the guys started kidding me about me putting on my bikini and riding a Harley. It should have been obvious that the guys had made plans to have some fun at my expense, but the warm feeling from the ice tea made any concerns disappear. Even when they joked about trading me in on the purchase of the motorcycle, it didn't register with me that Doc would let anything bad happen to his new wife. The biker group was meeting at an old ranch in the foothills of the Sierra Mountains just where the timber started. The late summer weather was hot and just the kind of weather for running around in shorts and halter. Doc had convinced me to just wear a loose halter and white silky shorts. And for the first time, because of the hot weather, I had left my panties in my suitcase. Had I known I would seen by all these people, I never would have agreed to be seen in such a skimpy outfit with no bra or panties. When I saw the motorcycle rally I wanted to stay in the car but Doc pulled me out of the Bronco and winked at Carl as he said it would be safer for me to be with them than left alone in the car where a Hells Angel rider might want to take me for a ride on his hog. The guys grabbed beer from the cooler and we all started walking toward some tents. Carl again explained he wanted to look at a motorcycle H/D that was for sale so he told Doc to bring me along for the fun. He winked at Doc and Jim as he laughed it would be exciting watching all the wild action. Even though I was a bit dizzy from the drinks, I followed along staying close to Doc. There must have been five hundred bikers of every shape, color and age. They never stopped drinking beer and raising hell. I whispered to Doc that some of the big dirty bikers had looked at me and wiggled their tongues and I didn't feel comfortable with these people so please couldn't we just leave now. Doc just grinned and said as long as we were there we might as well join in and give them a thrill, besides, I looked hot as hell in my cute little outfit. I could tell he was really getting a kick out of the way these long hair bikers were lusting at my body. As we mingled with this rough crowd, the looks I was getting from the bikers told me I had made a big mistake not wearing more clothes. My breasts bounced under my sheer halter as I walked, and my nipples were poking out for all to see. I tried to hold my arms across my chest whenever I could so as not to attract attention. As we approached the parts tent, Carl slipped up behind me and pulled the waistband of my shorts out and dropped a big chunk of ice he had saved from the ice cooler down my shorts onto my bare butt. I let out a squeal and jumped around trying to shake it out of my shorts. It wasn't till I heard the hoots and yells that I realized I was putting on a real show for about a dozen bikers standing at the tent. As I reached into my shorts to retrieve the ice, several guys asked if I needed any help finding it. One guy taunted me by saying if I took my shorts off it would be easier to find. I had to stand there and let it melt while they made jokes about how long it would take for my hot little ass to melt the ice. Instead of helping me, Carl and Jim were laughing and enjoying the show as much as everyone else. By the time it had melted, the drips started running down the inside of my thigh and the whole back of my white shorts were soaked. Carl yelled out laughing to everyone that it looked like Doc's wife peed her pants, and maybe one of the bikers could help me find the outhouse. Everyone roared with laughter as I felt my face turn red. As I started to cry, Doc came over to me and held me close and said it was just a joke and we could leave as soon as they looked at the bike. After I calmed down and Doc said he was sorry, Carl and Doc went off to look at the motorcycles and Jim and I walked around checking out the leather clothes, crafts and equipment some of the bikers had for sale. Jim seemed like really a nice guy and said he would try to keep Carl from teasing me so much. And after all he had two children and owned a large insurance agency. As we walked, it seemed as though everyone had at least one tattoo and many of the guys and gals were covered with quite beautiful designs. I mentioned to Jim that Doc had tried to talk me into getting a small tattoo someday. He said that his wife Kathy had a flower put on her butt several years ago and really enjoyed it. I told him I would never get one where it showed. If I were to ever agree, my choice was probably a butterfly that would be covered by my bikini swimming suit. I didn't want it to show at all when I was out in public back at home. He asked me if I would rather have one put on my breast or butt. I was shocked he would ask me such an intimate question, so I just said it would have to hidden and be done by an expert. Jim asked the gal selling Indian art where she got her tattoo. She said the best tattoo artist in California was at the rally and pointed out the area where he was. I told Jim I would wait and do it some other time but he insisted we live dangerously and said "it won't hurt to check it out and see what he has." He grabbed my arm and we walked to the tattoo trailer. I felt it would be easier to go along but I never would let anybody at the rally give me a tattoo. Now this trailer looked like it had been through a war and the only thing that looked worse was the old pickup truck that was pulling it. There was a sign on the door "be back at 2PM." I let out a sigh of relief and said we had better find Doc and Carl and see when we were leaving. The first thing Jim announced to the guys when we found them was that I was going to get a tattoo. Doc looked surprised but smiled and said that was a great idea. Somehow, the look Carl gave Doc and the big grin on his face should have been a warning signal that things were not like they seemed. Had I known this entire trip to the rally and all the talk about a tattoo was all a set up that Doc and his friends had planned, I would have been furious. But my mind was quite foggy and I was glad to have three guys with me as we walked along between all these greasy bikers. I said I was worried that the needle would not be clean and that a person could catch some disease from the way the trailer looked. Doc said he would go with me to check it out. Carl and Jim both smiled as they said they would make sure everything was perfect. I was hoping everyone would forget about the whole thing. Even though I suggested we leave now, Doc made the excuse that Carl was still talking with the owner of the bike he wanted to buy. About 1PM, Doc said that I needed to have two or three stiff drinks to take the edge off the pain from the needle if I did decide to get a tattoo. With that, Jim pulled out a full bottle of Jack Daniels from his backpack and handed it to me. I looked at Doc as he held the bottle up to my lips and assured me that we would leave in a few minutes and a few drinks would help the time go by faster. Within the next 15 minutes, all three of them made sure I had downed enough to send me into orbit. Jim handed me three white tablets he got from a pill bottle in his backpack and told me to take them. He said they were a sedative his wife Kathy had got from her doctor. I pleaded with Doc, but he put his arm around me to steady me and whispered it would just help me get over feeling so bad about the foul talking bikers. He slipped them in my mouth as Jim helped me take a drink from the bottle. Had I been thinking clearly, I would have known things were happening too quickly. The guys were laughing and taking turns holding me steady as we walked to see the motorcycle that was for sale. They were saying that they couldn't wait to get to the bike where Joe was and get started taking some good pictures. The pills I had taken were really having the effect of making me light headed. They kept talking about the bet they had made and Jim couldn't believe Doc would go through with it. Each of the guys would keep cutting in like at a dance and say it was his turn to help me walk. I could feel hands taking more and more liberties as they changed places. More than once, Carl was helping me walk along with his hand on the side of my breast enjoying its softness through the sheer fabric. We stopped in front of a large tent and talked to Joe, the guy with the bike for sale. Even though it was hard to focus my eyes, I could see he was a tall, skinny guy about 45 years old with a long nose. As he walked up to us wiping the grease from his hands, I could tell he was enjoying the view as I leaned against Doc to steady myself. Doc explained to Joe that his little wife Lisa had been drinking a little too much as he openly cupped and squeezed my ass through my shorts as if we were at home in our bedroom and no one else was there watching. I managed to push his hands away and stumble forward as all the guys laughed at my embarrassment. Carl told Joe that he decided to wait and think over the bike sale for awhile, but he wanted to take some pictures of the bike so he could decide later. Joe grinned at me and said it would be a better picture with a pretty girl sitting on the bike. Doc turned me around with my back to Joe and grinned and felt my bottom as he explained that I had wet myself and he wasn't sure if it was dry because he didn't want to damage the paint job. Immediately, Carl reached over and slowly ran his hand across my the bottom of my shorts and laughingly said he couldn't tell either. Doc said "well it is Joe's bike after all" so as my husband held me still, a greasy stranger slowly ran his dirty hands over my shorts. I tried to move away from his fingers, but was held tight by my husband as this smelly mechanic squeezed my asscheeks and told Doc what a nice dry ass I had. Before I could object, Doc grabbed my arm and told Carl and Jim to help me up on the bike. In the process, Carl and Jim put hands under my ass as they lifted me over to the seat and left them there long enough to get a good feel. To keep my balance, I had to hold on with a hand on each handle grip straddling this big motorcycle while Carl took several photos. I begged Doc to let me down but he smiled at Joe and told him to get in the picture and crawl on behind me for the final picture. Through the haze, I heard my husband lie to Joe that, "my wife has always dreamed of riding a Harley so hold on to her so she doesn't fall off, cause she has been drinking." In a couple seconds I felt this big greasy biker scoot in close behind me as I started to cry. I could feel a hard bulge at the back of my shorts through his dark leather pants as he closed his dirty hands around my bare middle. The contrast of my smooth white skin covered by Joe's large greasy hands as they rubbed my bare stomach sent shivers up my spine. Carl took a couple more pictures as several other bikers gathered around to watch the show. Joe moved his hands upward in ever widening circles touching the bottom of my breasts. One of Joe's biker friends in the crowd yelled for him to "see if her tits feel as good as they look." With that suggestion, his massive hands started lifting and squeezing my breasts as I felt my face flush red with embarrassment. I pleaded with Doc to help me but he was standing there with his friends enjoying the show. Just then, Doc yelled to Joe that the best bike magazine pictures showed bare tits. Joe didn't need a second invitation as he slipped his fingers under the bottom of the halter and slowly lifted it until all of my rose tipped breasts jumped free for all to see, while my halter top remained up around my neck. All of the guys gathered around yelled and clapped as Joe's greasy fingers kneaded my bare white tits. The group closed in around the bike to get a better look as Carl took more videos. When Doc asked Joe if he could get my nipples harder and longer, for the next picture, Joe rolled and pinched my sensitive nipples between his dirty thumb and finger until they stood out. Tears were streaming down my cheeks but I had to keep my hands on the grips to keep from falling. This gave Joe free access to my swaying naked breasts as he pulled hard on my tender nipples and lifted both breasts upward by the nipples as Carl took the last picture and the guys applauded the show. Through blurry eyes I looked at Doc and could see he was really enjoying my humiliation finally seeing his young wife having her nipples pinched and showing her tits to the bikers. |
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Tattoo For Lisa part 2
I must have blacked out for a moment because when I opened my eyes I was
in the Bronco and looking up into the face of my husband, Doc. As I collected my thoughts, I suddenly remembered a horrible experience on a motorcycle with a biker named Joe. I started to shake as Doc wiped my face with a handkerchief and said, "Now, now, that's all right." "But what about the biker Joe taking my top off in front of all those awful people," I asked. Doc said, "You must have been hallucinating or had a dream because just as we left the car, you fainted. It must have been a combination of the heat and the drinks. But honest honey, nothing happened at all, it must be your imagination." I was finally convinced that even though it seemed so real, the mind can play wild tricks on you with that certain medication. Just then, Carl and Jim walked up and asked how I was. Doc told them I was just fine now and ready to go to our appointment. My mind was still numb from the alcohol and sedative but I said I didn't remember anything about an appointment. The three guys explained that I had promised to look at a tattoo drawing that I ordered. I didn't remember ordering anything but they insisted I had and it would not be fair to let the artist do all that work without at least paying for the drawing. I protested that I just wanted to leave this place and forget about the drawing and everything else I could see out the window of the Bronco. But Doc promised that we would just go pick up the drawing and then hurry and leave for San Francisco. Carl and Jim agreed that is what we would do and it will only take ten minutes. Doc insisted I take two more of those pills just to help me relax. As the guys helped me out of the car, I looked down and noticed my white shorts and halter were smeared with grease and dirt. I couldn't help notice the smiles and looks at each other as Doc explained in detail how I must have fell in some grease when I fainted. I was too shy to mention in front of the guys that my nipples seemed to stick out under my halter more that normal and they were very sore. As we walked towards the tents, the pills were really having an effect. It seemed like I was in dreamland where I could see the people and bikes but none of it made any sense to me. I was walking between Carl and Jim with their arms around me when Carl reached out with his free hand and cradled my chin, kissed me on the mouth and pushed his tongue in my mouth. I struggled to pull away as he whispered that pretty soon he was going to put his tongue anywhere he wanted, and then we will see how much a snooty little b*tch like you will like it. I looked around to find Doc as, Jim watching Carl's kiss, joked with Carl that she would probably like it better if he kissed her on her sweet little ass. They both laughed watching my nipples rise and fall beneath my halter top. They could hardly wait to see more of Doc's cute little wife. She was such a fox and so modest that they could hardly believe Doc would let them watch her get a tattoo under her bikini line. If I had known that the whole trip was planned to set me up so he could live his fantasy of letting other guys see his pretty blonde wife. The pills were supplied by Carl from his last trip to Mexico and he promised Doc that after she took a few she would do anything Doc wanted her to do and not remember any of the details. They both had a hold of my arms as I saw an old blue trailer. Something sent chills down my spine as I saw the trailer and heard the three guys laughing and joking about how they were going to help with my tattoo. I whispered in Doc's ear that this had gone far enough and I really didn't want to go through with it. He just laughed and said this would be one of those life experiences that we had talked about. I told him that I didn't want the tattoo to show even when I had my bikini on. Doc joked with Carl and Jim that they could help him find a place to put it. As we headed towards the trailer, they walked laughing and talking while I continued to feel the effects of the booze and pills. Doc and his friends were getting into the action in a big way , and had been drinking most of the day. When one would tell Doc where I should have my tattoo, the other two would howl with laughter. So when Doc told Carl and Jim that maybe the tattoo artist could put it right next to my pussy, they both laughed and said that they would be happy to watch the procedure and hold my hand. When we arrived at the trailer I was too far gone to say much. Doc knocked on the door as it was opened by a big burley man. He asked if this was the little wife that was shy about getting a tattoo. Doc answered that she had a few drinks so she wasn't very shy now and was ready to get a work of art where the sun doesn't shine. Tattoo licked his lips said, "Well, bring her on in and we will see what we can do." We all went in and looked at the sketches and samples available taped to the wall. Carl suggested several cute little butterfly designs. Doc chose one and asked the Tattoo guy if he could put this on me. I could tell Doc was really getting in to this and he kept winking at the guys and making jokes. Now this tattoo guy looked like he just he woke up out of hell but he did perk up when he saw me. He must have weighed 250 lbs with a ratty beard and big belly. His hands were dirty and I don't think he had cleaned his fingernails for a year. When he talked you could see his yellow teeth and smell his bad breath. I figured that there was no way Doc would let this guy even get close to me much less touch me. But when the guy asked Doc if I wanted it on my tit, Doc told him, "No, I wanted it just above my pussy." I couldn't believe that my husband said such a thing about me in front of his friends and was going to let this creep touch my skin. I know I turned deep red from blushing and humiliation. There was even two other creeps that must have been buddies of the tattoo guy sitting on an old couch drinking beer, grinning at what was going on. Carl and Jim moved over by the couch and opened another beer. Doc came over and gave me a kiss and told me to relax and it would be over with in no time. He said this guy has probably done hundreds of tattoos on ladies so it was no big deal to him. By now, my head was spinning from the booze and pills so that I could barely walk by myself. The guy told Doc to have me sit on the table to get started. I yelled that everyone else had to leave before I would do anything. The tattoo guy told his buddies to get lost and they walked out the door swearing that they could help. Doc asked Carl and Jim to step outside as he winked and smiled. I heard the door slam as I grabbed Doc's arm and pleaded with him to forget the whole thing and leave. Tattoo asked Doc if I really wanted to continue. Doc lied and said that I was just afraid of needles but I had been begging him to let me get a tattoo. Doc lifted me up on the table and the guy asked Doc if I had shaved my pussy. Doc told him I was trimmed but not shaved clean. The guy said, "Well, let's take a look." I couldn't believe this was happening. The only clothes I had on was a halter top and shorts with no panties. Doc had told me this was a "no panty day" before we left that morning, so as Doc helped me lay back on the table I could feel the guy's fingers started unbuttoning my shorts in the front. I tried to raise my head but the room was spinning. Tattoo loosened three buttons and peeled back the halves to expose the top of my pubic hair. It was a good thing my head was spinning because there I was on this dirty table and this biker creep was looking right at the top of my bare pussy. I remember noticing the guy's eyes light up when he saw my blonde pussy hair and he joked to Doc that I was a real blonde and he was a lucky man. The guy told Doc that he would have to shave me and that it would cost another ten dollars. I just couldn't believe what I was hearing so I closed my eyes tight and tried think of something else as they were talking about me as though I was a piece of meat. Doc lied as he told Tattoo that I always wore a little string bikini and it needed to be put where it wouldn't show. Tattoo grinned and told Doc, "Well if I am going to put it right next to her pussy lips, I'll need more room to work." My heart sank as I heard Doc say, "Why don't you just take her shorts clear off so they won't get in the way? Besides you might like the view." My open shorts had afforded some measure of modesty but now I had just heard my husband telling this smelly creep to strip me so nothing would be hidden from his lustful eyes. "God damn fuck'en OK with me if you don't mind her showing me everything she's got." "Hell no", lied Doc," Lisa likes to flash her pussy at guys. It gets her hot." As I focused on what they were saying, I began to moan and move my hips to get off the table. "I don't have any stirrups so your god damn little wife will have to hold still or she might get cut when I shave her pussy." "That's why my friends Carl and Jim came along so just in case you needed any help, we wouldn't be short handed." Within five seconds, Carl and Jim were standing beside the table feasting their eyes on the few whisps of my blonde pubic hair as it poked out between the open shorts. I started to cry from shame as Doc came over and held my hand and told me they were going to help hold me still so I wouldn't be cut when Tattoo shaves me. I tried to say something as Doc put his finger to my mouth and told me to be quite and hold perfectly still. He told me it was real nice to have good friends like Carl and Jim that take time out of their busy schedule to help me get my tattoo. Then his voice grew very stern, and said he would find the two biker guys that were sitting on the couch to help if I didn't hold very still. "Hell, I'll bet I could even find ten more bikers to help spread your legs for Tattoo if you don't do exactly what I say. I don't care how modest you are, Tattoo is an artist and you are lucky he will even consider doing your tattoo. So you will do whatever he asks, do you understand?" Doc had never talked to me in a threatening way like that before, and I knew I had no choice but to get it over with as quickly as possible. As I lay on my back on top of the dirty table I sobbed and my whole body jerked as the tears streamed down over my cheeks. Tattoo finally broke the silence grinning as he said, "Its a lousy job but someone's got to do it." All the guys laughed and moved closer to the table. Tattoo reached out for the next button on my shorts as I heard Doc say to Tattoo, "Hold it, lets let my little wife Lisa show us all the places we could put the tattoo and then we will take a vote. After all, this is a four man team now so it would only be fair to let everybody have a say." I cried thinking how much more can I take. Not only is my husband going to let these three guys see me naked, he is going to make me perform for their amusement. "Lisa," Doc said with a firm voice, "slip your shorts off and kick them on the floor so we can see what we have to work with." "Please no" I said, "don't make me do this." "Do you want me to call more bikers in here to help you take them off?" "No," I moaned. "Then get those fucking shorts off now!" My shaking fingers opened the last two buttons on the front of my shorts as I lifted my hips to slowly push them down. I could hear gasps as the shorts fell clear of my thighs and down to the floor. I could feel the blush cover my face as the guys saw my light pussy hair between my tightly held thighs as I lay back and closed my eyes to block out the scene. "Not good enough sweetheart," Doc teased, "I think the guys want to see you spread your legs, right guys?" Yeah they all shouted! "Spread your legs honey," Doc hissed. "Oh no please, haven't you done enough?" "Last chance you little b*tch, spread'em wide or I'll get some more help." All the guys crowded at the foot of the table as I slowly inched my feet apart until my straight legs were at the table corners. "There it is," yelled Carl, "What a sweet little blonde pussy you have Mrs. Henderson." "Come on Mrs. Henderson" teased Doc, " you can do better than that! Grab those knees and pull them back over your shoulders for the guys. They want to see your sweet little c*nt wide open, so, pull those knees back till we see open pussy lips." I had no choice so I slowly pulled my knees up and back over my shoulders. "There're coming open," hissed Carl. "Look at those little petals open like a flower!" "Pull them wider and don't move," shouted Doc. A bright light suddenly came on at the foot of the table. My eyes focused to see three faces looking directly at my wide open pussy as Carl held the video camera with light pointed right at my gaping sex. "Don't move," threatened Doc. "Tattoo is going to shave your little pussy bare and Jim is going to help him, so, hold still so he doesn't cut off anything important." As Carl took video, I felt the tattoo guy pull on my pussy hair and rub something on my mound. They all laughed when I squirmed while Tattoo rubbed shaving gel over my clitoris and over my pussy lips. At one point, he asked Doc to spread my legs apart even more. Doc ordered me to pull my legs wider apart while joking with the tattoo guy that he should do this job for free. Tattoo had Jim stretch my pussy lips out while tattoo got the last few hairs. Tattoo told Jim to run his thumb across my clitoris and see if how big he could make it grow. They all laughed at me when I squirmed on the table. With my legs spread wide, the tattoo guy pulled my pussy lips wide open and told Doc he had never seen a sweeter pink pussy. They all laughed while Doc told the guys how great a fuck I was. I thought to myself that the only men that had ever seen me naked before was Doc and my physician and now I opened my eyes and looked down to see my husband holding my spread legs while this foul looking creep had his face a few inches from my open pussy and his dirty fingers were half inside me as he was shaving me. After Tattoo finished the shaving, he ask who wanted to rub her pussy with oil. Doc said it wasn't fair that Carl had to do all work taking video and not get a chance to feel Lisa's pussy. Carl handed the camera to Jim as he grabbed a chair and sat down between my wide spread legs and pulled my butt to the edge of the table. "Sweety, I've waited a long time to play with your cute little pussy, so pull those legs back and spread'em wide." I let out a moan as Carl's hand rubbed oil up and down over my c*nt and slipped two fingers deep inside me and started finger fucking my slippery hole. "How does that feel sweetheart?" I could only moan as my body was responding to his fingers. "Why, Mrs. Henderson I do think you are getting wetter. Shame on you!" Carl teased. "Now Lisa, reach down and pull your pussy lips wide open for me to see how pink you are inside." Without hesitating, I reached down and pulled my pussy wide open for Carl. "Now don't move while I taste your pussy," hissed Carl. Carl bent forward and jammed his tongue deep into my hot pussy and sucked my lips and clit into his mouth. I had never felt anything like that before and before I could stop myself, I shuddered with an involuntary orgasm. "Aren't you the nasty little wife Mrs. Henderson, letting some guy suck on your little clitty while you cum for the video camera." I cried with shame as Carl had finally had his way with me in front of my husband Doc. Continued in Part 3...................... From: lisandoc@aol.com (Lisa N Doc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Lisa's Tattoo Part 3/3 (MMMMM/F, wife, nc, humil) Date: 25 Jun 1996 10:28:34 -0400 Tattoo For Lisa (MMMMM/F, Wife, NC, Humiliation) Tattoo3.txt Part 3/3 Tattoo For Lisa Part 3/3 Sometime later, I woke up and heard men laughing and talking. It seemed stuffy and close in the small trailer. As my eyes focused I noticed my halter top was down around my middle and my nipples were pointing up above my bare breasts. Through the fog, my mind was confused as to what was going on but I could tell there were four or five men gathered around me. I could hear them talking about my shaved pussy and telling each other how much they would like to fuck me and other things I couldn't understand. All of a sudden, someone started pinching my nipples and rolling them between their thumb and finger. I let out a gasp because they squeezed hard and were twisting roughly and my nipples were tender and sore. I focused on the hands and knew they were not Doc's hands. They were dirty, dark skinned and there was grease under the nails. All I could think of was Doc and what was going on here. I was on my back on a hard table, a bright light was shinning in my eyes, my legs were spread wide open and someone was holding my knees up towards my shoulders, hands were squeezing my breasts and pinching my nipples, and now someone had fingers in my pussy and rubbing my clit. They all laughed made jokes about how wet I was when the fingers made a slurping sound. I knew someone's head was between my legs and was licking my pussy and sucking the lips inside his mouth. His short beard was scratching and hurting the inside of my legs. I looked down there and met his eyes looking right back at me as he slobbered between my legs. He raised his head and gave me an evil grin, then stuck out his tongue and went back to sucking on my pussy. I remember noticing he had my pussy juice on his beard and when he grinned and two of his teeth were missing. Everything seemed to be in slow motion as the guys holding my knees apart laughed as I squirmed and moaned when someone started to finger my clit. I raised my head to look for Doc and heard someone say, "Look out, she's starting to wake up and her husband might be back any minute." I listened to the tattoo guy tell his buddies he had sent her "dumb shit husband" to a little town 15 miles away for some rubbing alcohol. He had promised the hubby that "he would not let anyone else in the room while he was gone and take good care of her. Any guy that would leave his fox of a wife drunk and naked with him deserves everything he gets. They all laughed and thanked the tattoo guy for inviting them in to help with cute little blonde b*tch. I heard the door open and close. Two more biker buddies came in the room and started putting their fingers in my pussy and pinching my nipples. One of the new guys finished off his long neck beer bottle and pushed it in and out of my open pussy. All the guys thought that was so funny and laughed and laughed. This new guy must have been the biker leader cause he ordered everyone around and they didn't seem to mind. He told the tattoo guy this would cancel the money he owed him. It was like I was floating above the room and the person on the table was someone else. The new guy was pinching my nipple and said, "Better hurry and check out her asshole before hubby returns." All of a sudden I realized that I was there naked in the middle of a pack of low life bikers and my husband wasn't there to help. I moaned no... no.... no. All these smelly creeps lifted me off the table over on my hands and knees. They hoisted my butt in the air, pushed my knees apart and pushed my chest down on the table and told me to stay in that position. There were whistles, cat calls, and comments like "what a sweet ass" and "cute little asshole." The main biker came up and grabbed my hair put his face in my face and said if I didn't do exactly what he said nobody would ever find me or my husband. I told him not to hurt us and I would do as he asked and not tell anyone. He told one of the guys to take video pictures of my ass. A bright light came on aimed right at my open pussy and asshole. The guy told me to stay bent over and reach around and pull my ass cheeks open wide and don't move. With shaking hands I reached back and spread my asscheeks. I was trembling and sobbing but I had to do it. They made me keep my ass spread while they took more pictures and they all got a close look at my asshole. The lead creep went behind me and slowly put two fingers in and out of my pussy and ask me if I had ever been fucked in the ass. I started to cry and told him not even my husband had ever done that. He said they wouldn't fuck me in the ass if I went through their initiation. I cried, "Please don't hurt me." He said hold still and spread you ass wider. All the guys were laughing and calling me names like "rich b*tch wh*r*," wife sl*t," blonde prick tease," and lining up behind me. One at a time, each slime ball would stick his middle finger in my c*nt to get it wet and then slowly push it in my asshole. All the while, the others were laughing at me as I squirmed around with a finger up my ass. After each guy had his fun with my pussy and asshole, he would go around the table and grab my hair and give me a long sloppy deep kiss and see how far he can stick his tongue down my throat while the next guy was fingering my pussy and asshole. I thought to myself, before today, I was so modest that I would not even shower naked in the women's lockeroom with other women present. The day started out to be a wonderful weekend trip, but how could Doc ever bring his wife to a place like this. How could he even think of letting another man see her naked, shave her pussy, and touch her most private parts. Doc had talked her into letting a strangers see her bare pussy. He could at least got a towel to keep her covered from the lusty gaze of these biker creeps. Back at home, Doc would have called security if these guys dared to show up on our doorstep. What could Doc possibly been thinking of to actually get his beautiful blonde wife drunk, set her on that dirty table in that little trailer, let a complete stranger take her shorts off and slobber at the sight of her cute blonde pussy. Doc had even spread her legs wide for this guy to see inside her c*nt while she was too drunk to object. Before she fell asleep, she remembers Doc telling this greasy fat slob the most private secrets about their lovemaking. Doc showed this tattoo creep how he plays with her clit and how wet she gets. She was still awake enough to remember Doc laughing as he held her pussy wide open and inviting this fat smelly biker to put his tongue in her steaming c*nt and taste it. Doc must have gotten his kicks by watching his petite blonde bride spread wide open for these hell's angel types to play with while she wiggled and squirmed as she got hotter and hotter. She was helpless in her drugged state to object to any of the unthinkable humiliating things the bikers was doing to her at the urging of her husband. She couldn't help how wet she got and how her breathing got heavy as she thrust her wet pussy up to meet the tattoo guy's nasty fingers. All Doc would do is make jokes and laugh with the bikers as they watched his pretty wife get finger fucked in her cute wide open pussy and betray her sexual responses. Why Doc had left her alone was the real question. He and his friends had been drinking, but how can you leave your beautiful young blonde wife in the care of a sleazy ball biker group that only dreams of ever seeing anything this tender and innocent. A wife that keeps her body in perfect shape, well tanned and could easily win any beauty or talent pageant. When they go to the beach or Club Med all the young studs look long and hard at her in her bikini and dream of what she looks like naked. Her shoulder length blonde hair is always soft to the touch and her nails are kept polished and sexy. A wife who's breasts are firm and high with the most sensitive nipples that get rock hard and stick out one half inch. The men look as they pass her as her full breasts bounce and her nipples show through her blouse. Her legs are long and slim with an ass that gently bounces as she walks. She had saved her body for her loving husband, but something went very wrong. The tattoo guy had somehow convinced Doc that his knockout wife would be safe while they went on the errand. Three creeps had thought up this plan and disabled the bronco so it would not restart when they were ready to return. So her "dumb shit" husband left for a short trip with his young wife dressed in shorts and halter top covered with a blanket, sleeping off a deep drug induced sleep on a dirty couch. No sooner than they were out of sight, the tattoo guy called in his friends to see what he had in the trailer. The three of them took off the blanket and sighed as they noticed how really beautiful she was. The four other creeps that had worked over the bronco arrived and looked at her in peaceful sleep. One of the four was named Chop. He had noticed her earlier that morning when she was shopping with Jim. Chop had made some comment to her about how she looked good enough to eat. She quickly turned and walked away while Chop laughed and watched her blonde hair gleam in the sunlight above her sassy little ass. He had got a good look at how her tits bounced and how the nipples poked against the material of her halter. Chop couldn't believe his luck or that her husband would leave her in Tattoo's trailer. He reached down and touched her face. She didn't move or stir. He ran his fingers along her arm and then over to her left breast. Chop gently squeezed and jiggled her tit and put his finger over the outline of her nipple. "She really is out of it. We might as well have some fun with her before her stupid husband gets back," he said to the others. It was clear that Chop called the shots with the biker group. The tattoo guy told them she wouldn't wake up and they ought to look at the cutest shaved pussy you ever saw. Chop told four of the guys to put her on the table and another to get the video camera. They had Doc's beautiful young wife laying on the table under the bright light on the video camera. Chop stood at the side of the table with all the biker creeps gathered around as close as they could get. He gently ran his grubby fingers over her hair and down to her mouth and between her full lips. Then down to her breasts, he unclipped her top and her mouth watering tits sprang free. The rest of the guys couldn't resist getting a handful of her tits and pulling on her nipples to see how hard and long they would get. They all pinched her nipples until they stood up like big erasers. Chop unbuttoned her shorts and in a flash the group had them on the floor. Everyone took a deep breath when they feasted their eyes on Doc's wife's naked body. Chop said not to touch yet he wanted to get some good video pictures of her shaved pussy wide open Chop pushed her legs open and had two of the guys hold her knees wide and against her chest. What a sight. Eight greasy smelly bikers had Doc's young wife's pussy spread wide open for all to see. The pouty lips looked like petals of a flower and the pink inside was clearly visible. While the camera and light came in for a close up, Chop took each lip between his dirty fingers and pulled them open ever wider. He then slowly slipped both index fingers of both hands in her open c*nt and pulled her hole wide open for the camera and the guys. Chop told the guys holding her knees to start pinching her nipples while he started slowly finger fucking her with two fingers to see if they could make her cum for the camera. It wasn't long before she started moving her pussy to the rhythm and Chop's fingers were wet and slippery. These biker creeps thought it was real funny that this gorgeous beauty was dripping wet. Chop reached up and flicked her clit with his finger back and forth like a toggle switch. Her little clit got bigger and she moved her pussy even more. The guys were going wild. They had a rich high class blonde wife naked with her pussy spread wide open getting wet as they finger fucked her. As long as she likes all the attention to her cute pussy, we might as well take a closer look at her asshole. Chop told the two guys holding her knees to bend her over until her knees touched the table. As Doc's bride's asshole came into full view, the camera came even closer to catch all the action. Her little puckered asshole was a few inches from Chops face as he laughed and smelled her butthole. "It smells as sweet as a rose," he said as he dipped a finger in her wet pussy and then slowly sunk the finger in Doc's young wife's tight virgin asshole to the first knuckle. That's when she really started to buck and moan. The guys all had a good laugh. When Doc returned, he walked up and looked down at my face as he smiled and ask me how I liked showing off for the guys. I only closed my eyes. This is only a vague memory now but it is an experience that will always be with me. Doc has told me he has many more fantasies he wants to try. |
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