Jamilla’s crucifixion

Jamilla was already awake when the sunlight entered her cell. After the Romans had captured her a week ago at the villa of her master, they had locked her up in there. They had stripped her and tied her up tightly, her hands behind her back, she was forced to sit here in this dark cell. She have had a lot of time to think about what has happened, and, more important, the things to come. At first she had been scared to death by the thought of being crucified, but right now she had found peace with it. Jamilla knew what she had done, and she also knew that she deserved nothing better. There was no doubt that, if she was to be killed, it would happen out there for every one to see. She was just to beautiful to let her die in here. After all she was the most beautiful girl in and around the city, In fact the thought of starving in here scared her even more than a public humiliation. Being tied up all the time and at least raped and tortured, imagine taht! No, no, all well considered, crucifixion was the best she could hope for. At least her pain would be over in a few days instead of years. She didn’t dare to think that the soldiers wouldn’t come for her.

But then the door opened and a couple of men gave entered her cell and removed the ropes from her hands and feet. Jamilla felt some sort of relief when she left the cell. They would not let her starve. Thus far she had been very lucky. It was only now that she realized that nobody had abused her until now. She wasn’t raped, she hadn’t been whipped. The fact of being nude don’t scare her, as a slave girl she has experienced this form of humilation many times, it was usual for the female to walk nude trough the city up tot he crucifixion side, while the men are allowed to wear a loincloth.

As they came out of the dark hallways into the inner yard of the camp, Jamilla spotted a long, thin, wooden cross lying on the ground. “Pick it up!” one of the soldiers said. Jamilla walked towards the cross and lifted it on her shoulder. There was no use in trying to resist, which would only make it worse for her. Two soldiers came standing next to her and one of them hung a wooden plate around her neck with her name, her age and her crime carved in it. Jamilla expected them to push her forward in to the streets of the city, but they didn’t. Both of the soldiers were looking at a little door behind them. As Jamilla looked at it as well, she saw an other soldier coming out with a hammer, a ladder and a basket with nails. Long heavy spikes…

“So it ’s going to be a full nailing” Jamilla said to herself. Until now she had hoped that they would only use ropes or at least only nail her hands, but as she could count more than two nails, she knew she wouldn’t be that lucky. The soldier loaded the gear on a donkey and the other two gave Jamilla a gentile push on her shoulder. “Let’s go.” They said and the campgates opened.

Jamilla carried her cross through the narrow streets of the city. It wasn’t very heavy but despite the early hour the sun was already shining hot. As she came closer to the crucifixion site, more and more people were watching and following her, yelling things at her. She noted the views of the men, on her slim body, her well-shaped breasts, with the long nipples. Her master has pierced them years ago, she has to wear rings there, and the nipples has grown considerably. Except her long hair, her body has been shaved completely, even if the pubic hair has started to grow back, her crotch is visible for everyone.

“Look at you, you stupid basterds,” Jamilla said to herself “ shouldn’t you be working? No you just want to see me suffer, you want to hear me scream on the cross, you want to see the extreme fear in my eyes when they nail me to it. Well screw you! You think I’m afraid but I’m not, you think I’ll beg them for mercy, beg them not to nail my feet, but you’re wrong, wrong, wrong! I won’t. In fact I’ll show you that it doesn’t scare me, I’ll show you how a proud girl faces her destiny!”

As she took the last turn to the marketplace, Jamilla felt this strange sensation in her underbelly. She knew she was walking her last few steps ever. On the market place, one of the soldiers gave the order to stop right in the middle of the square. She let her cross slip to the ground, took a few steps back and looked at the people that came to see her humiliation. One soldier held a hand on her shoulder and took back the wooden plate as the other one unpacked the gear. The third one began to declare her verdict and why she deserved it. During that time Jamilla realized that the strange feeling in her underbelly wasn’t fear as she thought it was, but pleasure. Her crotch has become wet, she noticed it. Every single person on the square wanted to see her young, nude body exposed on the cross. She knew she turned on every man that came to see her today, but none of them would ever have her. She would remain an unreachable ideal forever. She knew she could give them a spectacle they would never forget, that would make every other women look like durt.

Right now Jamilla realized that her time had come. The third soldier reached the end of his speech.

Jamilla knew what she had to do, she would show the crowd she was not afraid. Slowly she walked towards the cross, looking at the soldiers. Then she turned around, looked at he crowd and went lying down on her cross. Before one of the soldiers could grab her, she placed both of her wrists on the crossbeam, waiting for the nails.

The soldier that was going to nail her held back his two accompagnons. “No, no, don’t grab her. I want to see if she really can take this.” Jamilla looked at him as he put the first heavy spike right on top of her wrist. There was no one holding her wrists in place, yet she did not pulled them away, when the soldier raised his hammer for the first blow. Jamilla looked closely as the point of the first nail was driven into her wrist. “Aagh!” The pain was more than unbearable, it didn’t just stay in her wrist. Like water spilled on a flat stone, the pain started to run in various directions, all through her body. Yet the nail had only cut a few muscles and flesh. Right now he was only pushing on her wristbones, slightly driving them apart. As much as Jamilla was suffering, she couldn’t move her arms. She could only watch how the hammer came down a second time. This time the nail crushed her wristbones. Jamilla could feel the couldnes of the steel against her bones. Again she could not hold back a short scream. The pain had now turned into a supernatural form of agony. One of the soldiers who was standing next to the cross, noticed how Jamilla was rubbing her beautiful bare feet over the sand in a useless attempt to lighten the pain. Although the nail hadn’t reached the beam yet, she managed to keep her tortured wrist in place. Her most beautiful body was already covered with sweat when the hammer came down for the third time. Finally the nail came out of her wrist again and made his first contact with the crossbeam. Jamilla felt a bit relieved because she thought the wrist part was over. Once the nail was through, it would be easier to bare. But she was wrong. The hardness of the wood made it very hard to finish the job. The executioner needed six more blows to get her wrist fully nailed to the beam, every blow causing Jamilla more and more pain in addition to the already unbearable agony…

At the first blow, Jamilla had pulled back her second wrist. “Aagh!” A short scream escaped her mouth every time the nail went deeper. Finally the last blow was given and the executioner stood up. Shortly he admired his work, then he walked over to the other side of the beam to nail her other wrist. Jamilla didn’t know how she did it, but she had managed not to cry. Although only one of the four nails was in place, she was already covered with sweat. She looked at her unnailed wrist once more, then she placed it on the crossbeam as she saw the executioner approached with the second nail. He looked at her beautiful young face while he went across her wrist with his fingers to locate the bones. When he found the right spot, he place the nail on it, held his hammer high up in the sky. Then he waited for a moment to see if Jamilla really wouldn’t pull down her arm now that she knew what it felt like to have one nailed wrist. Then he started his horrible job.

Jamilla thought she knew what she had to expect, but no one could ever get used to a sudden explosion of pure pain like that. Again her short screams filled the air, again her beautiful bare feet rubbed against the sand, but yet the agony seemed like at least a thousand times worse. Again she felt how the nail crushed some of her bones and drove others apart. It was in this pure sensation of nothing-but-absolute-agony- that Jamilla realized something strange. With every blow she screamed her little “AaAgh’s” as a message to every one on the square that she couldn’t take it any more. But now she realized, as her pain reached a new, horrible peak with every other blow that she wanted more. Though the agony made it quite impossible to keep her wrist in place, as long as the nail hadn’t pinned it to the wood, Jamilla realized she was able to do so, because she loved it. From this moment one, she could kill and love the executioner for what he was doing to her at the same time. She hated and admired him because he was able of hurting her like this. Though her agony reached unknown hights with every blow, she couldn’t wait for the next one. She watched closely how the nail disappeared deeper into her wrist and into the wood. When the executioner stood up after the nailing, Jamilla felt relieved and disappointed at the same time. Her body was under tension, shivering, excited, despite the heat her nipples remain hard all the time, and she notes that her juice has started to leak.

Jamilla looked at her beautiful nude body as the soldiers made preparations to pull up the cross. With her arms spread out like this above her head and her legs a bit opened to feel the sand under her feet for the last time, both her beautiful small breasts with their long and hard nipples and shaven pubic were exposed to the crowd. Yet Jamilla felt no shame, she felt only pain and a deep desire for more pain. Two soldiers were tying ropes to both ends of the crossbeam while the third one was placing some small pieces of wood at the bottom of the longpole so that the cross wouldn’t slide over the sand when they tried to raise it. Then they attached the ropes to their donkey as well. Then the executioner kneeled down at Jamilla’s feet. He grabbed them by the ankles and measured the length of her legs. He placed her feet on the longpole, right next to each other, so that her legs were slightly bent. He looked at it, changed the pose a bit, released her feet and carved a little bit of wood out of the pole, where he wanted her feet to be when he nailed them. Jamilla had observed his actions very well. For a moment she thought he was going to nail her feet before they raised the cross. She had loved the feeling of his hand around her feet. The two soldiers made the donkey pull up the cross while the executioner made sure the longpole would slip into the hole that was dug for it. As they raised her cross and her feet left the ground for the last time, Jamilla felt how her weight was no longer carried by the thin longpole but only by the two spikes that pierced her wrists. She had to scream. Little yelps of both extreme agony and pleasure escaped her mouth while the donkey was raising her cross. As her cross was almost in a complete vertical position, Jamilla spotted the carve made by the executioner to indicate the intended position of her feet. While the soldiers were making sure the cross wouldn’t fall back if they cut the ropes, Jamilla tried out her final footpose. With her feet against the longpole and her legs opened widely because of the roundness of the longole, she decided that it was both a humiliating and an exciting pose. Jamilla looked at her elegant ankles and her adorable toes. Soon her most beautiful feet would be nailed. To feel once more the pain of really hanging on a cross, she moved her legs away from the longpole, so that they were just hanging on either side of it. Now the executioner placed his ladder against the cross and climbed up to fulfill his duty.

As the executioner reached the final step of the ladder, Jamilla lowered her left foot and placed it right on the spot the executioner wanted it to be. He put the nail right on the most central spot of her foot, slightly adapted its pose so that the toes were really pointing towards the ground. Then he began the nailing. Once again Jamilla experienced a wave of fresh agony running through her body. Again she felt how the nail pushed against the bones of her foot and crushed them with the second blow. Again she let out her little yells every time the nail went a bit deeper. Even when the nail entered the wood after the third blow, she didn’t dare to put any weight on it. Her foot was causing her the same amount of agony as both her wrists. Oooh, she loved crucifixion right now; She thanked the people that invented this heavenly torture from the bottom of her heart as the final blows were given. As the executioner finished the nailing of her left foot, Jamilla felt a bit sad. Now her other foot was the only thing left. After that, her agony would slowly fade away … So she put her other foot right next to her nailed one. The executioner brought out the last nail. Jamilla closed her eyes as her bully raised his hammer. Very intensely she tried to analyze the waves of pain that were caused by the final spike. As the bones of her right foot were crushed she couldn’t hold back a small yelp. Also when she felt how the nail tore the skin of here sole apart, she simply had to release a little “ Ôah!” As the nail was driven further into her foot and the wood of the longpole, Jamilla first realized she was being put to death in the most cruel, horrible and agonizing way known in the whole of the Roman Empire, and that she just loved it. The soldier smashed the nail a bit deeper for the last time. Then he went down a few steps and nailed the wooden plate that quoted Jamill’s crime, name and age to the longpole, right underneath her beautiful, nailed feet. “Jamilla, twenty one year old, blonde slave, murder, theft and arson.” Then he stepped down, took away his ladder and together with one of his fellows he went back to the camp. The third one staid to guard Jamilla so that no one would get her down of there.

Although it had seamed a lot longer, her crucifixion had only taken half an hour. Now most of the spectators resumed their work on the market. For Jamilla, the real horror of crucifixion was about to begin. Right now she realized that the pain in her wrists became too much to bare, even for someone who loved it, so Jamilla had to push up on her feet. Putting her entire weight on the nails piercing her feet caused her a wonderful amount of pain, yet she had to let go, if she didn’t want to faint, and she fell back on her wrists. But very soon, again, the pain in her wrists forced her to retry the push up. The Romans had spiked her in a very ingenious way. By bending her legs just a little bit, Jamilla had to face the problem where to put her weight, but she couldn’t suffocate that easy. As she looked around to see what the other people who had watched her crucifixion were doing. Some people were still looking at her, pointing out to each other how well she was nailed. Jamilla herself was also admiring the work of her bully. While she was at it, she saw that she wasn’t bleeding as much as she thought. The only blood Yamilla saw was the blood that had run out of the wounds when the nails were still driven in. Meanwhile the soldier that staid behind walked over to the fountain and took a drink. He didn’t return to the cross but went strait to one of the stalls on the market. He decided to watch over her from there, in the shadow. On the cross, Jamilla was exposed to the sun. Very slowly her bronzed skin was burning. As she saw the guard take a drink, Jamilla became aware of her own thirst. She wondered whether she could ask for some water as well. After a while her thirst became so big she decided to risk it. “Can…can I have some water to, please…?” she moaned. The guard fulfilled her request and put a cup filled with water on the top of his spear. Jamilla drunk it all and asked for more several times, especially around noon when the sun was burning every drop of liquid out of her.

Jamilla now realized that the pain wasn’t fading away at all. She didn’t know why but the spikes kept hurting her as much as they did when they were driven into place. She looked once more to the nails piercing her body. As she could clearly feel, al four of them were smashed through some bones. “I wonder…” she thought. Jamilla tried to move her fingers, but some of them didn’t react to her command. Also her toes weren’t completely movable. The sight of the spikes entering her feet and wrists fascinated her. Jamilla tried to reach the head of the nails in her wrists. Her fingers could only touch the top of the nails. Her excitement still remains, and her crotch has started to leak, she notes the liquid running down the lips, and the it drops down to the sand.

As the sun went down and the market became empty, Jamilla first realized she would never leave her cross again. Even her corpse would be left up there after she died. She wondered what it would be like, if she died. Would she pass out and never awake again? She didn’t know.

Jamilla’s first night on the cross was filled with agony. There was now way of getting some sleep up there. If the pain didn’t keep her awake, then the coldness of the night would make sure she didn’t sleep. The hours passed slowly, way to slowly, but when Jamilla finally thought she was used to it, the first rays of sunlight announced a new day….

As the market became crowded again, people returned to her cross to see how she was doing. "You 're realy enjoying this, aren't you?" Jamilla managed to ask her public. Of course they did. "Guess what," Jamilla moaned as a reply, "so do I..."

According to some spectators who had seen a few crucifixions already, Jamilla was “dancing” real nice. She was pushing herself up on the spikes piercing her feet and falling back on her wrists al the time. Even if she didn’t had to push up to get some fresh air, she still forced herself to do so. It largely increased her pain. It was her second day on the cross, but Jamilla felt far from exhausted. Now she knew why she hadn’t been raped or whipped: If she were still strong when they nailed her to her cross, she would last longer. Once again Jamilla looked at her beautiful body. The nails fascinated her, how they disappeared in her wrists and feet. Only four nails, but they put her in hell. Right now the thought crossed her mind that despite of the fact that she had been drinking quite a lot yesterday, she didn’t have to pee. The sun burned away every single drop of liquid, even the water from the fountain. In the afternoon, Jamilla felt how she was becoming weaker and weaker, how the pain slowly faded. Right now she wished she could live through it al again, from the cell, to the first nail, the moment of triumph when she exposed her completely nude body to the overwhelmed crowd, the nailing of her wrists and feet, her complete crucifixion. Later that day Jamilla lost conscience. She didn’t saw how a rich salesman paid of the guarding soldier and ordered his men to get Jamilla down from her cross. She didn’t even realized the nails were pulled out.

Jamilla looked out of the window as the sun came up. Six months had passed since her crucifixion. Her wounds had completely healed. The salesman had dropped her of at one of his houses in a small village while she was still unconscious. An other girl slave had told her everything. She had never seen him until now. He was standing in the inner yard, saying goodbye to someone. Then he entered Jamilla’s room. “You’re so beautiful” he said. “You’re so beautiful that you can ask me anything. Ask me and I’ll do it!” Jamilla looked at him as he touched her face. “Well, there is one thing you could do…” She answered.

Later that morning, the entire village watched how Jamilla publicly undressed herself. Completely nude, she walked over to the cross and went lying down on it. She smiled at the salesman as he approached with the hammer and the nails. “Nail me!” she said.

Well hello everyone, I am Sharon and I just turned 40 a few months ago, I am very single and have been for 5 years now, but even before that I have never been able to stay in a relationship for more than a few months. People have said I am very hard to get on with and they maybe right. About 8 years ago I met an older man Frank who is 53 now. On the night I met him we both got very drunk and ended up in bed, we had good sex but after we decided just to be friends, well it was more me, it was the age gap. Over the years we have become very good friends, I have always known he wanted more from me but I always told him that nothing would happen. I knew he loved me, the way no other man had ever done. Now the older I got and about 3 years ago I started to think about him in a sexual way. I was scared that if anything happened our friendship would suffer. About a year ago I was at his house having a drink and a chat, We got very drunk and I decided to stay over in his spare room. I have always slept naked and I woke around 5am needing to pee so very bad. When I came out I noticed he had fallen asleep with his light on and door wide open. I looked in and he was flat on his back also naked on top of the covers. I remembered how nice his cock had felt inside me that first night and as I looked even soft his cock was big. I stood at the door and slid a finger inside me and masturbated a little before I turned off the light and went to bed and finished the job.
A few weeks later I was back at his house again, he told me he had met someone the week before. Now we always told each other about any sexual experience and I got him to tell me in great detail about this one. It all started with us trying to shock each other but we both enjoyed it. This time the girl he had gotten with was quite a bit younger than him and me, she was 29 and even showed me a few pictures he had taken of her. She was a little bit chubby but he told me she was very kinky and did what he loved, she let him fuck her in the ass and even let him piss in her mouth too. As he talked about it I was getting very horny but again was scared to do anything about it. We both got drunk but he got very drunk and fell asleep sitting on the couch. He was out for the count, I tried to wake him up but he was dead to the world. I went to the toilet and got myself ready for bed, before I went to sleep I went down and took him a cover.

Again I went home the next morning feeling very frustrated and my vibrator got a good workout. I called him the next day and invited him to my house the next Saturday. He said he was coming over around 6pm and I decided to be in just a dressing gown when he came over making the excuse that I was running a little late, something that I am often. I also decided to accidently to leave my vibrator next to the chair in the lounge.

He turned up early and as planned I just had my dressing gown on and nothing else, I have nice 34C breasts and my dressing gown is quite loose, I told him to sit down and got him a beer, he sat exactly where I wanted him to sit, right next to my vibrator and when I came in with his beer he was holding it and asked if I had forgotten something with a massive smile on his face. I laughed and joked telling him I had just finished using it, I actually had had it inside me just before he came. He held it up and before I could say anything he licked it. He smiled and said it tasted just the way he remembered it. He turned it on and asked if I had finished or had he interrupted me? I said I had not finished. I said maybe he could help. He didn't need asked twice and grabbed me pulled me down to him and he kissed me, I felt his cock hard though his jeans and his hand went under my gown. the other pulled at the tie and it fell open my boobs fell out and he got a good look at them and my trimmed pussy. I grabbed at his jeans and before long we were both naked. He bent me over the couch and was inside my pussy in seconds. Is cock filled me up, 8 inches long and very thick, as he fucked my pussy I felt a finger at my ass hole, I have never really liked anal but I was so horny I didn't stop him, he pushed it in my ass as he fucked me, first one finger then another. Then he shot his cum and he kept pumping as he did, He pulled it out and I turned round and licked him clean. I stood up and we kissed for ages, his hands finding my ass again. I told him I really needed to pee and as I walked to the toilet he followed me, I have known for a long time he liked pee and I was going to sit on the toilet he pulled me into the shower, he put his face under my pussy and said to pee, I did as he asked and it went over his face and into his mouth. I had never done this before but I found it excited me. As I pissed over him, he fingered my ass again but this time he pushed 3 fingers inside me. I finished pissing and I said he better shower, he stood up and said me first, he grabbed his cock and started to pee over my belly and pussy. At this point I thought what the hell and lowered myself down and let him pee over my face and even a little got in my mouth. When he finished we turned on the shower and got cleaned up. We went to the kitchen still naked and started to drink, he told me he had wanted to do that for years but was worried that our friendship would suffer. I kissed him and told him we would always be friends and after I told him that he bent me over the table parted my ass and I was expecting his cock but he leaned down and gently licked my ass hole. He did it for what felt like an hour and then stood up and pushed his cock in my ass, my god it hurt, he pushed it in as far as it would go, then slowly fucked me. It was sore but a nice sore feeling. He got faster and faster and I am sure it got deeper too and finally he shot his cum in my ass. He pulled it out and turned me around I grabbed his cock it wasn't soft but still semi hard I grabbed a cloth wiped it clean and he put it in my pussy and fucked me again. We got pretty drunk that night and when I woke then next day he was beside me and I decided to wake him by sucking his cock. He woke up and said he didn't think he had anything left. We sat down and I asked him what next? he said we should take things slow and I was happy with that. He left about an hour later. He didn't text me for 4 days and I was very worried I had screwed things up. It turned out he was thinking the same as me. We met up again the following Saturday but nothing happened mainly because it was a bad time of the month. We did talk and decided we could be the kind of friends who fucked when we felt the need.

Our friends with benefits arrangement worked for around 6 months and we managed to keep it secret from everyone. It worked too, I was getting fucked on a regular basis with none of the bother that a relationship brings. I was even getting used to anal sex and would even fuck my ass when home alone. Then one night he popped over after work for a quick fuck, I told him we had to be very quick because one of my best friends was coming to visit, We were both so horny I was waiting on him naked and he was getting undressed as he came through the door, we never even made it to the bed and he had me on the floor in the hall. I was on my knees with him behind me his cock deep in my pussy. What we had forgotten to do was lock the door. My friend Karen is used to just walking in when she visits and this day was no exception, she opened the door and walked right in. He was fucking me hard and fast. We heard her gasp in shock, but he was just about to cum and as he pulled out shot it all over my ass and back. Now Karen is no prude and laughed and said sorry and not to mind her with a big smile on her face. Frank stood up his cock still semi hard, I told her we were sorry and I wasn't expecting her for about half an hour. She couldn't stop looking at his cock I laughed and said take a picture it will last longer as a joke, but she pulled her phone out and snapped a few off, both of him and me. I said we will go dress but she laughed and said why bother as she had seen everything now but we put something on and asked her not to tell anyone, explained that it was a friends with benefits thing and we didn't want everyone to know. Now Karen is very pretty and also very married and what she said next shocked me, because she said she would keep our secret only if she could join us from time to time. One thing I had never done was a threesome and like most women I had thought about sex with another woman but never actually thought I would do it. Frank on the other hand had a smile so big I thought his head would fall off. I suggested she come over to Franks house the following Saturday if she was serious, Frank left and Karen and I talked it over. She told me she and her husband were in a real rut and she had not had sex in ages. I asked her if she had ever had a threesome before and she told me never. I was still in only my dressing gown and she said I should take it off so she could look at me, I said she had seen me naked lots of times but she said she wanted to see. So I took it off. Franks cum was running out my pussy and down my leg, she reached out and took some on her finger and put it right in her mouth. I got so horny seeing her do that and opened my legs and again she took some on her finger and then she put her finger on my pussy. I was so horny from when Frank fucked me and excited at getting caught and just said lick it. She looked at me and got in front of me and started to lick my pussy, pushing her tongue in me licking his cum from my pussy. She stood up and so did I, I pulled her T shirt over her head and undid her skirt, she took off her bra and I pulled her panties down. She had a thick red bush and I put my hand on her pussy, she was very wet and I slid a finger inside her, I pulled it out and licked it. I kissed her and said we should wait till Saturday. We stayed naked and had a few drinks touching each other and kissing. She told me that she had always wanted to try it with another woman and I was always her first choice. Her nipples were sticking out almost as much as her boobs did, she doesn't have much up top but they look very pretty. When she left I got my vibrator out and fucked myself silly.

I got to Franks house about an hour before Karen was due to arrive. We both got naked and I told him what had happened once he had left, he got a little pissed off about that but told him not to worry as he would see much more tonight as long as she didn't chicken out. She didn't and got there about an hour later, I opened the door for her, I was still naked and after I closed the door I took her to the lounge and said she should get naked too. She didn't waste any time and stripped off very quick, as she took her panties off, I saw she had shaved totally, just as she finished Frank came in, his cock was rock hard and Karen smiled when she saw him. He sat between us and she didn't waste any time she had his cock in her hand right away. I poured her a glass of wine and when I turned round she had him in her mouth. I got behind her and moved her so I could see her sexy ass better. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and lowered my mouth down, my tongue gently teased her ass hole as she licked and sucked Frank. I moved my mouth away and gently pushed a finger in her ass, she moaned with pleasure and with my other hand I teased her pussy and clit, she was so very wet as was I. When I decided she was ready I got her to sit on his cock facing away from him, he leaned back pulling her with him and it gave me the chance to lick both his cock going in and out and her clit. Frank had his hand on her boobs and was slowly fucking her as I licked as best I could. Frank must have been so ready to cum because he didn't last long and shot it deep inside her, she got up and I licked his cock clean, she got behind me and fingered my pussy. We got on the floor together as he stood over us and we got into a 69. We licked and fingered as he watched and she made me cum hard, it is just as well he has wooden floors because as I came, I let quite a bit of pee out too. We took a break and had a few drinks, before he fucked us both again cumming inside us both. Poor Franks was pretty much spent but Karen and I were both still horny and played with each other more as he watched. He took us both to the bathroom and got us both to kneel in the shower and he pissed over us both before we stood over him and pissed over him. We showered and dried off, Karen called her husband and said she was just going to stay the night and we all slept in the same bed that night. I woke the next morning to the sound of Frank and Karen fucking I lay and watched thinking just how lucky my life had got. We worked it out that that night or one very close to it was when I fell pregnant. The trouble is Karen fell pregnant too she had to fuck her husband lots to make him think her child is his, but we know its Franks. We still fuck together and last week I moved in with Frank and we are getting married next year. Karen doesn't want to give up our sex sessions and if we are honest neither do Frank nor I

We have discussed adding more people to our sex life and I would love another man to join us. Both Karen and I are working on him and we will get our way.

I wake up to the realization that I'm restrained. My arms and legs both stretched out and tied down. I open my eyes, and see nothing- I've also been blindfolded. I call out, but nobody answers. I decide to lay there for a moment, to try to figure out how to free myself. As I start to drift back to sleep, I hear footsteps coming toward me. I call out again- still no answer. Then I hear your voice in my ear, telling me to be a good fuck toy. Then more footsteps. We hadn't discussed other people coming over today, so I start wiggling and frantically trying to release myself. As I struggle, I feel hands on my legs. I try to pull away, but my restraints give no slack. I'm trapped. Then I feel fingers on my pussy, spreading my plump lips to expose my clit. A finger slides down my slit and finds its way to my tight hole. My hips raise to meet the hand, arousal now controlling me. I call out blindly, and ask if I could at least go to the bathroom. I hear a few chuckles, but no response. I have no idea how many people are in the room with me, watching me. The hand adds another finger and an involuntary moan escapes my mouth. My hips raise again, but this time I'm met with another hand, grabbing my ass. I hear a strange voice ask if they could reposition me. Then some whispers, and my arms are released. The hand in my pussy pulls out, and my legs are released. You tell me to turn over. I do, and am immediately restrained, again. Hands spreading my ass. A finger is roughly shoved in my ass, and I tense up. Then another finger. Then I feel a finger searching for my other hole. I start to wiggle in an attempt to get away, but the ties hold, and im left to take it all. Fingers pump in and out of both holes, and I feel FULL. 2 fingers in each hole is more than I can take, and I beg for mercy, beg for them to untie me, but my pleas fall on unsympathetic ears. They start pumping faster and faster, and I feel like I'm going to explode. I cry out, "please, I have to pee!" More laughter, and then another finger is added to my pussy. Another hand searches for my clit, and starts rubbing, pulling, and pinching my nub. I tense from the pain of the combination of pinching and stretching, but I'm too full, so it doesn't help. Then, almost simultaneously, my ass and pussy are empty. I breathe a small sigh of relief. I didn't mess myself, and I made it through the pain. Just as I start to relax, I feel hand on my ass, again, spreading and exposing me. I prepare myself for a finger, but I receive a burst of pain as an unlubed cock is shoved into my ass. I cry out in pain, but nobody cares. The cock is rock hard and I can feel the head throbbing. It starts moving in and out, slowly, then faster and faster until the motion becomes almost violent. I beg for it to stop, but it doesn't. I can feel the cock swelling inside me, and then another burst of pain as it pushes as deep as possible. Then throbbing as it releases inside of me. He pulls out, and immediately, an even bigger cock is forced in. I gasp, but he's already going deep. As he fucks me, I feel a finger rub against my too-full hole, and push its way in alongside the cock. I scream out, and hear a few people laugh. I try to relax and let things happen, but the pain is so intense, relaxing is impossible. The finger pulls out, and the cock pushes deep and stops. I feel warm start to fill me as he cums. Then, a moment of relief as he pulls out. I expect more pain, but nothing happens, and then I realize: cum is dripping from my hole. I try to tense, but hands spread my ass again, and the cum freely flows out, worsening my humiliation. Fingers hook either side of my hole and stretch me open. More pain, as the stretching continues. As the fingers hold my hole open wide, a towel is used to clean off the cum, and dry off my ass. A towel-covered finger is painfully forced into my ass, and cleans out the cum. I hear a whisper in my ear, "don't want the cum to make it easier, do we?" And I start to tear up. The finger pulls out and leaves the towel in, and then a shot of pain as something long, wide, and hard is pushed into my hole. "Gotta get it all, right?" A different voice calls out, mocking my pain. I beg for it to stop, tell them I'll do anything, and I hear, "like he has a choice, right?" And then laughter. I whimper, and then the towel is pulled out. I tense in anticipation of pain, but this time a cock fills my pussy. Relief! I start to relax, and then white hot pain as another dry cock is forced into my raw, swollen ass. They're each pumping and thrusting at a different pace, making the pain unbearable. I cry and beg for it to stop, hoping beyond hope that someone would take pity. They don't. Instead, the pumping gets faster and deeper. One cock cums, then the other, and the next 2 guys step up for their turn. Each cock that fills me seems bigger than the one before it, and I can't imagine the pain getting any worse. The cock in my pussy starts pumping, and I can't hold it anymore. I cry out, "I'm going to pee, please, please stop! I'll do anything, just please, stop!" But my begging is once again ignored. They're having too much fun to stop. I can't hold it anymore, and my bladder releases against my will. Then I hear a voice, "hey guys, look! I win!!" And more laughter. I just want the pain to stop, but it seems as though it never will. The cock in my ass cums deep, and pulls out. The cock in my pussy pulls out, and finds its way into my ass. He forces it in as deep as he can, and I feel hot ropes of cum fill me and start leaking out around his cock. He pulls out, and the towel goes back in, and I quickly realize they're using the towel to both clean me AND give me a nice painful fuck. The towel pulls out, and I feel raw. 4 more guys take their turn, each pushing deep to cum. I am exhausted to the point that I can't move, I can't beg, all I can do is lay there and wait for them to get tired of using me. Hours pass, and the pain is unrelenting. Tears stream down my face as my ass and pussy are abused. I have no idea how many cocks I've taken, or how many times they've cum. I only know one thing: I am helpless. Finally, they're finished, and I can hear them walking away. I finally let myself relax, thankful that it was over. As soon as my muscles relax, I feel a hand on my back, tracing down to my ass. I try tense up again, but I'm broken and my body is spent. Cold presses against my ass, and then, with a pop, what feels like the biggest plug I've ever encountered pushes it's way in. Then more footsteps leaving, and now I am alone. Alone, dripping cum, and painfully plugged.

A long time passes, and you come back in. You ask if I enjoyed myself, and I nod. "Then tell me, slut." You say firmly. I respond, voice trembling, "thank you, Master, I enjoyed being used." Then you ask, "do you know how many men got to use you?" I shake my head no. "Really? No idea? Well, I called 5 of my friends and told them to bring whoever they wanted. In total, there were 18 men here, and they ALL left very happy." My head starts swimming at the thought of nearly 20 men using me, and then you say, "and it's about to be 19..."

The Caretaker Prologue

He has been doing this job for more than eight years now. When he started he was a member of a rocker gang and had a serious problem: For health reasons, after a serious accident, he could no longer ride a motorcycle and had to stay at home while the other boys went about their work. One day they brought one young woman home, they had kidnapped her and demanded ransom. He should take care of her. He bound and gagged her and started to take care of her. But it wasn't very professional: He kept had to clean her several times a day because she kept peeing from fear, she had a blindfold that kept slipping, and then his restraints weren't right, she even managed to free herself and almost escaped! What a fiasco! But they were successful with the ransom, and they made more kidnappings, and he just kept getting better. When his gang was disbanded, he went into business for himself and offered his services, with success, he was now making good money. He had bought a building on the outskirts of town, and that's where they delivered the victims to him. They were mostly already tied up and drugged. He undressed them completely, clothing was only a nuisance during their often week-long stay, and he also needed access to all parts of their bodies. He put a large ball gag on them, which they always wore, only being briefly removed when he fed them twice a day. He also took care of their personal hygiene, the women were washed and creamed every day, he took care of their hair, washed and combed it, and cleaned them when they had relieved themselves. He shaved them regularly, he enjoyed it, and he hated it when women had hair below their necks.He carefully tied her hands and feet, always as tightly as possible, with soft and wide ropes that would not damage the skin. They remained tied like this the whole time they were with him, only when they were released did he take the ropes off them. He usually further tied the women up, usually in a hogtie, to discourage any thought of resistance or escape. At first he only did it for a short time, then the time grew longer and after a week they spent the day tied like this, at night he untied the ropes that connected wrists and ankles. At first he was afraid that they would not be able to stand it, or that he would hurt them by the bondage, but soon he realized that they tolerated it very well, they was getting used to the ropes. And he had always wondered how long a person could stay tied up permanently: His record was an older, very athletic and well-trained woman who had been with him for more than two months, later he saw her on television, she had not been harmed at all. He loved to play with his guests, beat and whip them regularly, and he fingered them from the first day on, in the beginning when they are new, only carefully, and the women, who were mostly anxious or aggressive at the beginning, slowly got wet and most of them eventually climaxed, even if it took a long time at the beginning. He increased his stimulation every day, and after a week each one was ready to quickly moist and orgasm quickly, sometimes several times a day. He had gained a lot of experience with female bodies over the years, knew exactly how and where to treat them, old or young, slim or fat, he found every body beautiful, and took care of it. Unfortunately, he himself had nothing of it, since the accident he did not get an erection.. When the day of parting came, the victims were injected with a drug that caused them to suffer from severe and complete amnesia, forgetting everything they had experienced in the past few weeks. The authorities never had any trace of him because he worked for many groups and organizations. It never occurred to anyone that a single man was doing this job. He is loving it!!

has always been a fantasy of mine to be dominated by a women
forced to wear her dirty wet panties want to be punished treated like a dirty slut.
I want her to grab my little cock and squeeze it tie me up whip me choke me and fuck my ass. pee is such a turn on i want to feel her warm stream of piss all over me.
oh god! just thinking about it makes my dick hard.

How it all started I think.

The reason I say I think is because when I was 14 I was hit by a drunk driver while at my grandmothers house and I have sketchy memories of things that have happened before then, most of which are which are just what I have been told not my actual memories. for that fact I do not to this day remember my 8th grade year of school. my only memory of that day is looking down the street and seeing headlights, a flash of memory of being loaded in a helicopter, then the day I woke up in a hospital having to pee tried to get up to find I was tied to the bed and screaming my head off till a nurse came un tied me and let me get up to go but watched the whole time till I got back into bed. the doctor came in about 20 minutes after I was back in bed who asked me a lot of questions not telling me much and told the nurse to get a phone for my room so I could call my parents and gave me a phone number to call them. about 30 minutes after I called they were at the hospital to which I was told about the stitches in my leg and in my head and face and about severe bruising to my brain that caused my memory loss. I was told that I would be able to go home the next day after some finale test and he needed a conference with my parents so I was left alone still confused and in a bit of pain till the nurse got me some more meds then I was good to go. mom and dad come in after a couple hours and fill me in that it has been 3 days since I got hit be the truck and the had been staying at the Ronald McDonald house ( yes we were dirt poor) while I was in the hospital to which I ask why they just didn't just go home then they filled me in that I was in a trauma hospital in a different state almost 300 miles away from home. don't remember much more from that day till the next when I was let go home.

so after I am let out my dad is driving and my mom is in the back with me and she is just being all lovey dovey about how they thought they were going to loose me and all. about half hour or more into the drive I they fill me in on the 24 7 watching me because of the head injury and I am not to be walking without crutches and that I couldn't get any of my stitches wet so about half way home I need to pee and my dad tells my mom to get a empty to 2 liter for me to pee in as he needs to be to work in the morning and he didn't want to stop. so I pee in it and my mom leans back undoes her pants and pulls them down to her knees and inches forward and try's to pee in the 2 liter getting pee all over her hand pants and floor board my dad looks back and tells me to help her so she can quite making a mess of the car (1970 scout) so I ask my mom what I could do she has me hold the 2 liter for her so she could position herself. so I am holding the 2 liter as she takes her pants and panties off and holds her pussy lips open and pees a little then gets the rest in the 2 liter. she capes it and throws it out the window lol. anyway she hands me her pants to clean my hands off after she cleaned hers and throws them in the back gets a blanket out and covers herself up I fell asleep a little while after that early 80's pain meds caused that lol.

I wake up starving and not feeling to well about 10 minutes from home so we didn't stop but mom was pants less and I was still in a hospital gown so stopping for food wasn't happening anyway. We lived in a one stop sign town and it was after 7 when we pulled up to the house mom was helping me out of the car when I up chucked all over her and me my dad just stood back and laughed and told her to get me into the house and clean us up he would get our stuff. so my mom takes me in the storm porch as I am telling her I am sorry the hole way sets me on the bench takes both our clothes off then helps me to the bathroom where she starts a bath. now I am a 14 year old boy and a naked female almost carrying me threw the house me rubbing up against her body a hard on is inevitable and I had a raging one by time she set me on the toilet. then she is bent over the tub getting bath water ready as I am sitting there dumb founded by the whole situation my dick sticking strait in the air she turns around with a was cloth and starts wiping my face down when my dad walks in and asks what we want to eat my mom says what ever and I just stair at my dad as my mom finishes cleaning me up being careful of my leg before he leaves she gets me a towel and dries me then gets in the tub and cleans herself up while I sit there watching my dad comes back in about 20 minutes later as she is getting out saying we need to come eat my mom is drying off as he is talking then grabs me and helps me up and out to the dinning room with my dad fallowing we sit and eat me and my mom both nude my mom cleans up after the burgers and fries and my dad tells her to take me to the living room as she is helping me into the living room all the rubbing and nakedness finally does its thing and I shot as for my memory my first load all down her leg and on her side she just stoped in her tracks and my dad was just staring at me and I felt like I was about to die of embarrassment let alone my dad being right there I figured he was going to kill me or something. but no he just burst out laughing almost falling out of his chair telling my mom there you go you need another shower. she snapped out of it got me to the couch didn't say anything and went back to the bathroom to clean up.

I was so embarrassed I didn't know what to say and just wanted to curl up in a ball and die. my dad looked at me after he calmed down a bit and started telling me everything was ok and that I did nothing wrong. asked if I had ever came before then told me it was a normal thing not to worry about it happens when a naked female arouses a man and rubs on him weather intentionally or not just then my mom came in this time with her nightgown (the long sheet looking ones) on and actually apologized to me for embarrassing me and said she was ok and to not worry about it. to which my dad looked at her and said maybe they need to give me the talk tomorrow and it was to late today with everything that has happened he got me my pillow as my mom got me my meds before they told me to just get some sleep we would talk about it in the morning.

so that is my first to my own knowledge time of Cumming

5 years ago, I started talking to a girl through a Craigslist post. She warned me ahead of time she was a big big. We chatted on MSN a few times and then she sent me a webcam invitation. I accepted, and the first thing I see is her cleavage on my screen. She was pushing her boobs together, but not in a sexual way - just showing off. I never actually go to see her boobs at that point.

Well the conversation turned sexual. She admitted to being obsessed with porn, but she was still a virgin. She didn't get off work until after midnight. Shortly after we started talking, she came over after work with some porn. This was the first time seeing her full body, and well her warnings were spot on. She was probably a good 300 pounds. I wasn't really turned on by her at all (her teeth were gray...), but I just wanted to see her boobs. We put on the porn and started watching/talking/critiquing. She had to get up to pee, and I warned her that in 5 minutes, I was taking her top off and playing with her tits.

True to my word, 5 minutes later I reached over and (nervously) unzipped her sweatshirt and pulled her shirt down (she didn't wear a bra). What popped out were some really saggy tits. It had been so long since I last played with tits, I didn't even care I fondled and sucked her nipples, but she didnt make any moves on me. Not being attracted to her, I didnt really care either. So I just played with her until it got really late and she went home.

She came back over a few days later, and this time I immediately unzipped her sweatshirt and took her boobs out. She still didnt make any moves on me though. She got up to pee, and when she came back out I was completely naked on the couch. When she sat down, she started touching my dick and eventually gave me a really long blowjob.

The third night, I took her into my bedroom and tied her hands to my bed with duct tape and a belt. With her head hanging off my bed, I stuck my dick in her mouth and got a blowjob for a few minutes. I then tried to titty fuck her, but laying down her boobs weren't that big, and her stomach was too large. I stuck my hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her jeans. Since it had been a year since I had sex and I just wanted pussy, I offered to take her virginity and fuck her. She didn't seem interested, and wanted to wait for it to mean something with someone she cared about. I untied her and she continued to blow me. We then got interrupted by a phone call and went out to meet some of her friends.

Never really saw her after that except for a few titty MSN sessions. I used to have screencaps, but they have been lost over the years.

Here is the second chapter of my story - 'How do good girls end up as bitches?'

I hope that you like it.

Chapter Two � The Good Doctor

Now you�ve got to understand that I can�t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn�t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples� kids.

Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others � like wife�s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to � did things with me because they liked it�got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.

So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I�ve done � but I�ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.

One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he�s not stupid � corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes � stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn�t started my periods yet, but he didn�t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to �breed me� and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up � wasn�t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn�t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.

Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it�s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it�s not. There are perverts everywhere � doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there�s someone out there dying to do it � for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.

It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help � a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.

My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session � my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn�t hurt anymore when I sat down.

In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn�t want to fuck me again until I�d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs � how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties � but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I�d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit � Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.

So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe�s waiting room, wearing Dad�s idea of cute little girl clothes � a tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn�t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn�t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.

Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly � the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married � happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn�t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest � a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites. If you like that kind of thing I�m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.

Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe�s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United�s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did � I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder � another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.

So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken � I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad�s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There�deal done, negotiations over � time to sample the merchandise.

So my first examination time had come and although I�m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.

Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics � maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor�s coat so I couldn�t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly � why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt�so slowly�reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs�and his bulging eyes followed it down�down to my shoes�me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what�s in my bra.

I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it � what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. Five more minutes gone! Now for the bra�reaching behind to the clasp�licking my lips, �It�s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?� The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.

I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view � light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.

Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor�off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.

Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips�slow�must do it slowly�easing them down one side at a time�rocking them down my thighs�the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs � long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now�lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.

Standing naked in front of the doctor�s desk he studied me from head to toe�paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, �Turn around please Sonia,� he asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.

Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales � more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God�s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I�m sure!

�Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups,� says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn�t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent latex gloves � you know I�ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it�s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger�even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he�s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound � God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.

So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars�and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider�.wider�Jesus Christ he�s going to split me in half! �Just relax and it won�t hurt a bit.� No it won�t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.

�Now, now Sonia,� says Doc Pervert, �We can�t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.� So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he�s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck � securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent � that�s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound. Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!

Now it was the doc�s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks � can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn�t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn�t use the end with the buckle.

The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn�t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it � almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It�s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It�s true, try it.

I don�t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing � maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream � just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back � unsure of what strength to put into each blow.

The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me�trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn�t scream at all � the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach � and brought out all the air in a pathetic �Whoosh!� that turned into an even more stupid �Wooor!� sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain � the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it�s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt � naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He�s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again��Waugh�..augh�.augh!� Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.

But tears aren�t the only liquid that started to leak � it�s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now�drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor�s office carpet.

It didn�t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn�t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn�t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me � I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I�ve been made to drink a man�s pee before a few times, but I�ve never had anyone drinking mine.

He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs�drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour � hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.

I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he�d sucked down the last drop � and there was quite a lot � he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could�I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy � and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.

He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.

You know guys, once you�ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that�s why you like hookers so much � no need for commitments. And I guess that�s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I�m right � yeah that�s right, what are wives really for? Fucking � forget it, after the first 50 times it�s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it�s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?

So the doc has blown his load and got his money�s worth. Now he can�t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that�s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn�t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.

As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room � not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.

That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I�ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know � maybe I�ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.

You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it � maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?

So, we walked out to Uncle Bob�s car � a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars � never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.

It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the driver's seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.

With Uncle Bob�s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor � �Everything�, he said with a leer, �Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.� So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple � which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.

I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn�t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.

�Come on baby� he says, �time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.� And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That�s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I�ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.

Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age � 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad�s. He�s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob�s trouser snake ready for action � as usual.

The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy�s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction � at least it started that way.

I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car � I didn�t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it � that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, �Time to saddle up sweetie, let�s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.�

With my hands tied it wasn�t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob�s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob�s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me�putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his pre-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.

�Ok baby, take it� he says. So of course I obliged him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren�t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.

Now you�ve got to remember that although I�ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4th fuck. And I�m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor�s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.

By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob�s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride � trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.

So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob�s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn�t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.

The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that�s when something really odd happened � if you didn�t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl�s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!

Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!

�What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?� He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20th time. �Stop the fucking car.� He yelled at my Dad, �The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats�.

So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. �Get out you moron.� Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.

�Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She�s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!�

He was in a real state. Angrier than I�d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he�d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying �Take it easy Bob, she didn�t mean it.� And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.

�Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.� Was Uncle Bob�s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.

So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. �Not like that you fucking queer.� Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, �I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let�s see you clean it properly � with your fucking tongue!�

My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother�s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.

While I�m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I�ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.

So there�s this unbelievable scene � while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it�s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.

�Let�s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.� Says Uncle Bob. �Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new � OK?�

Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set � right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad�s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat � and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.

So I take Daddy�s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow � for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob�s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing pre-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.

I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn�t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man�s balls!

So that was the first part of Uncle Bob�s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.

Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that�s while you have a hard cock and haven�t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it�s a whole new story and it�s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.

So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn�t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.

Now you�ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty �gay�. And I can�t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even �snuff� for the boys during or after he fucked them. I�ll put some of this in later chapters for you �bi� guys. Let me know if you want more.

I promised I would never tell this story, and even doing it here is risky. First off my name is Kerry (yes my real name but that's all your going to get from me) I am 23 years old. I am a very shy girl and always have been. I still live at home and work in a small café. I have never had a boyfriend and have only ever kissed one boy, but that is not my confession. This is.

It all started back in the summer of 2016 when we got a new neighbour. Sally moved in and for the first few weeks I never saw her, that was until one very hot day I looked out my bedroom window that over looked her garden and saw more of her than I ever expected. She was sunbathing totally naked. I now know she was 42 but at the time I had no idea. I know I should have looked away but I couldn't, She was very beautiful with an amazing body, her small breasts covered in freckles and she has a small tuft of hair on her pussy. Now I didn't masturbate very much but found my had was under my skirt rubbing myself as I looked at her. I am not sure how long I watched her but I came more than once. And again that night in bed, thinking about her naked body I fingered myself. I was at work all the rest of that week but I couldn't get her out of my mind. My parents were going away that weekend and left me all alone. I woke early on the Saturday, it was very warm again, I was going to get dressed and for what ever reason I decided why bother as I was all alone. Now my body is not the best, I am only four foot ten tall, I would say my only saving grace is that I have quite big Breasts D cup, but I have a bit of a belly so I only ever go naked alone. I also have a lot of dark hair at my pussy. But that morning I was feeling very naughty and went down to the kitchen for my morning coffee totally naked. Now I know the only person that could see me if I went into the back garden would be Sally, but That morning I just couldn't pluck up the courage to go out. I spent that whole day naked, something I had never done before, I went onto the internet and I found some videos and masturbated watching them. I was feeling so horny and It was just starting to get dark I opened the back door and walked outside not knowing if she was there. I didn't spend long outside and to be honest I was scared. I woke the next morning still naked and I looked out my window, Sally was doing some gardening again she was naked. I watched her and then she looked up and saw me, I froze but she just smiled and waved at me. She just kept on doing her gardening as if being naked was the norm. About an hour later I had put my dressing gown on and went into the back garden, she popped her head over the fence and said hello, introduced herself and I did the same. She asked if I wanted to join her later for a drink, she just needed to finish the gardening. What could I say? so I said yes and she said to just come in as the gate between our gardens was open. So an hour later I had by this time put on a top and shorts and opened the garden gate, Sally came out the house still very naked, she laughed and asked why I had put clothes on? I think I went bright red and she said that she had saw me in the garden the night before and that I didn't need to be shy with her. She looked at me and handed me a glass of wine. She looked so at home being naked with me then she told me that she had seen me watching her again my face went a bright shade of red, but she laughed and said she didn't mind at all. She sat down at the table and said I should make myself at home. She told me she was divorced and when she said she was 42 I almost spat my wine out because she didn't look it, not even close. As we talked I relaxed a lot and decided to take the bull by the horns and took my top off then my shorts and we sat drank wine and talked. I could feel myself get a little drunk and more than a little horny. I said I needed to go pee and she laughed and said her flowers needed watered, she stood up and pissed over her flowers and told me to do the same. I had never in my life seen anyone pee before and no one had ever seen me but I did as she did and she asked. It felt amazing peeing outside and more so being watched doing it. My nipples had got very hard, they always do when I'm horny and I was very horny. My nipples are quite big when hard and Sally said my breasts looked beautiful and wished hers were as big as mine, she said the boys must love playing with them, and she was shocked when I told her I was a virgin and had never played with a boy before. This is where our conversation turned very naughty, as she told me about some of her most naughty experiences with men and then she told me about her times with other women. My fingers were at my pussy gently rubbing myself under the table as she told me. I needed to pee again and went back to the flowers and as I started to pee, I felt her hand on my bottom and she kissed the back of my neck, I almost fell over, her hand moved between my legs and she touched my pussy as I was peeing, I almost came on the spot. Her fingers got covered in my pee but she rubbed me as I pissed. I finished and she turned me round and kissed me, full on with her tongue pushing into my mouth, her fingers pushed into my pussy and she almost carried me back to the table and sat me on it, her mouth replaced her fingers and she was licking me. I have no idea how long but I came and came again. As I lay there feeling confused and exhausted She took my hand and put it at her pussy, my fingers explored her, pushing in and fingering her. She took my hand and she lay on the grass legs wide open and I knew what she wanted me to do, maybe it was the drink or maybe it was what I had wanted all along but I got between her legs and slow at first started to lick her, the smell was amazing and the taste blew me away, I licked for all I was worth and I must have been doing something right because she started to move her legs closing on my head then she screamed out, I kept licking and she kept cumming. As I kept kissing her pussy she grabbed the back of my head and then I got the shock of my life because she started to pee over my face and in my mouth, she wouldn't let go and I was covered in her pee and some even into my mouth. She finished and kissed me, then asked if I was OK. I kissed her back and said I was. It was getting dark and a little chilly so she took me into her house and up to her bedroom. She opened a drawer and took out a vibrator, she pushed me onto the bed opened my legs and pushed it inside me, she wasn't being gentle anymore and she fucked my pussy hard with it, It hurt a little, more than a little if I'm honest, she kept going fucking me fast and hard. She told me to turn over and I felt her fingers at my ass, she pulled it open and then I felt her finger go in, my god it hurt, then she pulled the vibrator from my pussy and pushed it into my ass as far as it would go, I screamed with pain but she fucked my ass hard. She pulled it out and spanked my ass hard 4 or 5 times. Then she got on the bed next to me and cuddled me kissed me. She said she would have to find me a man to fuck next time, kissed me again and told me to go home.

That night I was in bed feeling very sore very confused but very satisfied. I woke the next morning my bottom hurt a lot, so did my pussy, but I had to go to work and my boss kept asking me what was wrong.
I got home that night and when I checked my asshole was very red and it took almost a week for it to get back to normal. And all that week I never masturbated because my pussy was also a little tender to the touch. A few days later as I was walking home, Sally pulled up in her car and asked If I had an hour or so to spare? I said sure and got in, she kissed me and said she had a surprise, we drove to a house and she took me by the hand and led me inside. We got to the bedroom and there was a man tied to the bed fully naked with his cock standing straight up, he had a hood covering his face and she told me to strip and get on him, I got the feeling I had no choice and she stripped off as I did, she put her fingers into my pussy, I was already wet with excitement and she got me over his cock and helped it into my pussy, she got in front of me and pushed her ass into his face as she removed his hood, she kissed me as I moved up and down on his cock, she was sucking one of my nipples when I felt him cum inside me, she kept me on him as he pumped his cum inside me. then she got off him and I saw his face, I almost wet myself because there was my old teacher from school, I had not seen him since I left primary school but there was no mistaking who it was. She pulled me off him and got me to lick his cock clean and asked me how I liked my first cock? I asked her if she knew I already knew him and she had an evil smile and said of course she did, then she introduced him as her ex husband. She untied him and told me to dress and took me home.

Over the next few months she would either get me to visit her house or take me to other peoples homes and she would get me to fuck them, mostly men but also a few other women. Most of the time involved other people and It was only last month I discovered she was getting paid for me to have sex with these people, I had become an unknowing prostitute but I was loving it because I always got off and I had fallen in love with Sally. I have since told my parents I am a lesbian but they have no idea about Sally and I. Now the reason it is risky posting this here is because I found this site on my dads laptop and promised Sally I would never tell anyone

Hi. I'm a married guy who has always harbored an inner slut. I've always fantasized about being a man's submissive house slave. Ready to serve at his pleasure. Recently I've been kind of reliving all my illicit homosexuality encounters mentally and wanted a place to keep track. Kind of a game I'm playing with myself, I put in a large buttplug and write everything I remember about being fucked by men in my life. I doubt anyone reads this stuff, but seems like a safe place to keep this at any rate. Here's some of them. Maybe more if I feel like it. DMs are open if you have thoughts or questions.

Dash - sucked dick / 69 / sucked my dick too. Not great, he had a hard time cunning because of his meds. Little dick. He always kind of wanted to be bottom but I always did it. Sucked him off numerous times, would sometimes make him jerk off in my mouth when I gave him a ride home.

Hempabuser - sucked dick/anal . older divorced guy who lived in an apt off elm hill pk. Met him several times. Would give me 25 dollars and an eighth of weed to suck him off. One time I asked if he wanted to fuck me and we did. Lasted a little bit then I asked if we could stop. It kind of hurt. He jerked off all over me.

Weird Arab- sucked dick (no cum). Older Arab guy. Demanded to see my ID when I went to his apartment off harding Pl. After I showed him he took me to his room. He had a huge uncut dick. Sucked him off and told him I wanted to fuck. I had brought lube. He said with a hungry look in his eyes "yeah you want to fuck baby" and proceeded to lay me down with my legs closed and start to fuck me. It hurt so fucking bad. I told him I had to get something from my car and ran off. Never to return. Saw him once at Cafe coco. We didn't speak.

Man in the dark - sucked dick. off of Piccadilly in Antioch. Met a guy in his house. All the lights were off. He was naked in bed. I got on bed and sucked his dick. He came in my mouth.

Mexican - Mexican guy off of harding place. Got ready to suck him off and he had herpes scars on his balls. I left.

Black guy in Antioch - sucked dick, anal. Met at his apartment. Sucked his dick awhile then he wanted to fuck. His dick was very big and when he penetrated me he got shit on his dick and kicked me out.

Black guy near Percy priest - sucked dick / anal / possible video - met him on lunch break. Went to his house. Sucked him off awhile, I noticed he was positioning his laptop like maybe he was recording. He told me to get naked and turned me around. He fucked me with no rubber and came in my ass. When I left his cum inside me felt amazing.

Black guy near the airport - sucked dick / anal / almost forced. Met a guy while the girls were out of town. Near airport. Large black guy, hairy, drunk. I started sucking his dick. Very large, long and girth. He said very drunkenly that that wouldn't work and turned me around. I took my clothes off while he got behind me. His breath smelled like alcohol and he put his lubed up dick in me with no condom. It hurt a lot and I tried to stop but he just laid his weight on me and told me to relax. Eventually I did, and after what seemed like 30 mins of him pounding me he came a huge load inside me. My asshole was literally wrecked for 2 weeks after. I tried to meet him again, even begged him to let me have more of that BBC but he told me I wasn't his type.

Therapist Phil- met him numerous times. Would go to his office in Franklin and suck his dick. He always gave me a 20 "for gas". Met him probably a dozen times. He always came in my mouth and on my face. One time after he had cum all over my face I laid down naked with my legs spread. He said "yes" eagerly and laid on me and fucked me with no condom. He came in my ass and it made me jump because it felt like I had shit but it was just his huge load all over my asshole. The whole time his first load was drying on my face.

Pedo at my parents house - met him when I was 16. He was maybe 25? He was nervous about being caught. Really small dick. Sucked him off, he came in my mouth. Said "you did it!" And left

Black guy in Antioch #2: met him at his house. Seemed like he was in a relationship. Decent sized dick, used anal ease, worked amazing. Used a condom. Came from my ass.

Cop: met him maybe 10 times. Apartment off blue hole rd. Looked like bran, big dick, messy apartment. Would talk really dirty to me while I sucked his dick. Called me a "pig" an a "slut" and made me tell him how much I loved sucking his dick. Always wanted to fuck me. I let him twice. He didn't use a rubber but was weird about my body fluids. Came inside me, tiny load. Liked to keep the windows open so someone walking by could see.

Other keith: met him 3 times. House in Antioch. Nice looking, played the hobbit while I sucked his dick. Liked to cum on my face, picked me up one time and said "I'm going to fuck you" and did just that. I started to say no, but he just pounded himself in me. Came inside me.

Red roof bondage: met a guy at red roof inn. Paid for the room myself. Massively obese guy, had a lot of bandage stuff. Chained up my hands and feet, put clothespins all over my nipples and dick and balls. Made me suck him off. Told me he was going to take pictures of me and make me drink his pee. Called his friend to come over to fuck me too. Was getting really horns, blindfolded and tied up at this strangers mercy who intended to fufk the shit out of me, at least him. My duck, usually soft with men, was rock hard. He started slapping the clothespins off of me, hard. When he slapped them off my balls I thought I was going to cum but I didn't, I don't know if he saw that but he hit me with an open hand really hard on the dick and I blew a giant load all over him and my chest. I told him I was grateful but I was done. He untied me and I left.

115 ways to use and abuse faggot scum
Sit back and make him suck your dick, nice and slow.
Train him to deepthroat your cock.
Fuck his face, balls-deep, like it’s a pussy.
Cock slap him.
Make him lick your sweaty balls.
Straddle his face and teabag him.
Spit on him.
Make him clean your sweaty ass after you work out.
Make him clean your dirty hole when you haven’t showered.
Piss on him.
Piss down his throat.
Piss in his ass.
Make him drink your piss from a glass.
Piss on a pair of underwear, or a jock strap, then wring it out over his face.
Finger his hole.
Fuck his ass.
Spank him.
Paddle him or whip him.
Fuck him with a dildo.
Make him clean a dildo after it’s been in his ass, your ass or another faggot’s ass.
Tie him up and use his holes.
Smack or slap his face.
Call him names.
Tag team him with a buddy.
Gangbang him with a group of friends or strangers.
Whore him out to friends or strangers.
Make him sniff and lick your piss-, shit- and/or cum-stained underwear.
Gag him with your dirty underwear, jockstrap or cum rag when you’re fucking him.
Cum on his face.
Cum on his face and make him wear the load out in public.
Cum on his ass.
Cum directly down his throat.
Cum in your hand, and make him eat it from your hand like a dog.
Organize a bukkake and cover his face with multiple cum loads.
Make him eat your cum off your buddy’s cock.
Cum on the floor or a table and make him lick it up.
Make him drink your load(s) from a shot glass.
Cum on food and make him eat it.
Save your loads on a cum rag, jockstrap or pair of underwear when you jerk off; when the cum rag is rank and full, make him suck the cum crust out of it.
Double-penetrate him with another Top or with a dildo.
Make him suck your cock while you’re taking a shit (i.e., give you a blumpkin).
Use his tongue as toilet paper after you take a dump.
Make him eat your shit.
Make him eat his own shit.
Make him jerk off with shit.
Make him smear his body with shit.
Flick or twist his nipples.
Write names (e.g., faggot, bitch, pig, slut), pictures (e.g., a cock and balls, a pig face, a toilet) or phrases (e.g., insert cock here, with an arrow pointing to its holes) on his body.
Make him lick your dirty toilet, or a public toilet, clean.
Make him wear a butt plug out in public (e.g., to the bar, to the gym, to the grocery store).
Piss on his underwear, or take a dump in his underwear, then make him wear them home.
Fart in his faggot face.
Tie him to your toilet when you have guys over, and tell them to use him instead of the toilet.
Fuck his face until he vomits, then make him clean the puke off your cock.
Don’t let him cum.
Make him ask your permission to jerk off or cum.
Make him eat his own cum.
Make him jerk off or finger himself while you and/or your friends watch.
Make him watch while you fuck another faggot.
Position him beneath you while you’re fucking another faggot and make him lick your cock as it goes in and out of the faggot’s hole.
Make him eat your ass while you’re fucking another faggot.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck him.
Make him clean your cock off after you fuck another faggot.
Make him eat your load out of another faggot’s ass.
Make him clean out another faggot’s ass after you’ve fucked it.
Take photos and/or videos of him servicing your cock.
Finger your ass, then make him sniff and/or suck your stink finger.
Tie his cock and balls with a shoelace.
Blindfold him when you use him.
Fist his hole.
Fuck him with a condom and make him drink the cum out of it.
Make him drink the cum out of used condoms (e.g., at a party, at the bathhouse, at the park).
Cum in his ass.
Make him fuck another faggot, or get fucked by another faggot, while you watch.
Make him and another faggot fuck themselves on a double-ended dildo while you watch.
Make him lick your feet.
Use him as a footrest.
Make him give you a massage or footrub.
Hock a loogie in his face or down his throat.
Blow your nose on him.
Shoot a snot rocket in his mouth.
Take him to a bar; when his beer’s empty, refill the glass or bottle with your piss and make him drink it in public.
Make him pee at the urinal (e.g., at the movies, at the gym, at the bar) with his pants around his ankles so everyone knows he’s a faggot.
Shave his body.
Shave his head.
Save your piss in a bucket, and make him bathe with it.
Keep him in chastity.
Decide what he wears.
Make him wear a collar and leash.
Keep him in a cage.
Make him do domestic chores for you (e.g., laundry, cleaning, shopping).
Make him sniff poppers, then use him.
If you’re uncut, make him clean and eat the smegma from your cock.
Make him wear a ball gag.
Make him crawl in your presence, like a dog.
Make him eat his meals out of a dog dish.
Torture him with hot wax.
Make him give himself an enema — with water, or perhaps your piss — while you watch.
Give yourself an enema, then release it all over his face or body.
Make him service anonymous cock at a gloryhole.
Engage him in forced workouts.
Fuck him with found objects around your home (e.g., a broom handle, a beer bottle, a carrot, a cucumber, a wooden spoon).
Make him beg for your cock.
Feed him your pre-cum.
Make him lick your sweaty pits.
Make him call you “Master” or “Sir.”
Make him wear a hood while you use him so that the only sensation he has is the feeling of your cock in his hole.
Cum in his ass, then make him fart your cum into his hand and eat it.
Felch your cum out of his ass, then feed it to him.
Make him lick you head to toe.
Make him pick your pubes out of your underwear or off your toilet and eat them.
Make him wear a puppy tail in his ass.
Make him lick your boots.
Make him do a strip tease for you.
Make him service you in a public place (e.g., a restroom, a park, your car).
Of course, there are hundreds more ways to use and abuse a faggot. If your New Year’s resolution is to use more faggots, however, i hope this list gives you some ideas for how to be successful