LYNNE: CHAPTER 1. THE PARTY.
Lynne has always enjoyed flirting and flaunting herself when the mood is
right. And her husband likes to watch her. She's 32, 5'2" with long dark
hair, and a pretty face. They didn't really know anybody at the party other
than the hosts, so her husband wasn't surprised that Lynne chose to wear a
very low cut top and no bra. She has great tits and doesn't mind showing
them off. She felt safe being a prick tease when her husband was around, and
didn't expect this party to be any different. She'd play the tart, flash her
tits and flirt with any man that was interested in her, and her husband would
watch as he mingled with the other guests. Then, when they got home, Lynne
would tell her husband about the men that had been hanging around her all
night while they fucked.
But this night didn't turn out as Lynne had planned.
She was up early the next morning and had a long hot shower, her mind and
body still glowing, overwhelmed in the memory of the events of the night
before. She looked at herself in the mirror as she slid into a white silk
robe, and wondered for a moment whether the woman in the mirror really was
the same woman at the party last night.
When she walked out of the bathroom, with her long wet hair falling over her
shoulders, her husband gave her a diary and told her to write down what she
had experienced at the party. He had an almost depraved smile on his face as
he spoke, and there was something different in his voice and in his manner
toward her. But the thought of reliving what had happened made the crotch of
her fresh white panties very wet, very quickly. So she smiled back at her
husband, and laid down on the bed and began to write.
For most of the night it was no different than dozens of other parties we've
been too. My top was cut too low and my jeans were too tight. I'd had a bit
too much wine to drink, and half a joint I shouldn't have had at all. Men
were hanging around me , staring at my tits, occasionally brushing up against
me as we talked. The party was winding down, a group men were huddled around
me, telling me dirty jokes, and making little remarks to themselves about my
tits. I was high, horny and happy, looking forward to going home and fucking
my husband.
But the hornier I got, the more obvious my nipples became, and the cruder the
men got, not just talking about my tits now....but talking about my nipples.
I loved it.
Then one of the men just reached out and pinched my nipples between his
fingers. I tried to make out that I wanted him to stop, but I didn't
do anything to stop him. Then another guy had a turn squeezing my nipples,
then another. I just stood there and let them.
We were in the garage, just me and 6 or 7 men, I wasn't sure how many
exactly. Two of them gently backed me up against the rough brick wall, and I
heard the sound of the roller doors being pulled down and locked, then I felt
a hand between my legs. I looked at the mans face, but all I could do was
open my legs wider for him. There was a man either side of me, and I put my
arms around their shoulders for support, they lifted my top to get at my tits
while the other man rubbed me between the legs. The rest of the men stood in
front of us watching, one was my husband.
After he smiled at me, I heard myself pleading with the man rubbing me to undo
my jeans. I moaned as I heard my zipper slide down, and then I felt the mans
fingers on my panties. The button on my jeans was still done up, he had his
hand in through the open zipper.
As soon as the man worked his fingers under the elastic and found my pussy,
my head arched back, and I dug my fingernails into the shoulders of the men
supporting me. I begged them to bite my nipples, they laughed at me, then,
each grabbed one of my tits roughly , and lowered their mouths to my nipples.
I grunted loudly as first one, and then the other, took my nipples between
their teeth.
The other men moved closer, a jumble of voices,...." What a fucking slut!"
" The bitch loves it.".... " Who gets to fuck her first ? " They knew what to
say, what I wanted to hear.
I moaned quietly each time they called me a slut and a whore. Then, amid the
murmur of voices, I heard my husband tell the man to " stick a finger up her."
I was almost delirious, totally consumed by what the men were doing to me. I
felt a finger slide inside me, then two other men undid the button on my
jeans and pulled them down around my ankles. I almost came as I heard the
sound of my panties being ripped off me.
I was panting hard ,the two men that had pulled my jeans down were crouched
beside me, one to my left, one to my right, I watched them reach between my
legs, they each grabbed one of my pussy lips between their fingers and thumb,
and gently pulled them apart, exposing my swollen clit. The men had cheered
as my panties were ripped off me, they cheered again as my clit was displayed
for them. The garage again echoed with the most disgusting and degrading
comments about the slut, about me, and I loved it.
That finger was still moving around inside me, and I was going to cum when
I heard my husband, he was calling out my name. I couldn't speak, I barely
had enough control over my body to lift my eyes toward his voice. The other
men stopped talking. He called out my name again. " You get to pick ", he
said, looking around the garage. My head slumped foreword, I felt dizzy, I had
to cum." You get to pick someone to lick your clit." My knees buckled and gave
way as he said it, and the two men holding me tightened their grip.
After what these men had done to me, the thought of picking a man from the
crowd to lick me there, pushed me over the edge. I was panting and grunting,
thrusting myself against the mens fingers. Just as the first waves of my
orgasm were about to break between my legs and inside of me, the two men let
go of my pussy lips and I felt the finger slid out of me, and my nipples fell
from the mouths that had been devouring them.
This wasn't happening, they couldn't stop now, I looked around the garage in
desperation, panting wildly as I did, my face pleading for just one of them
to say " let the slut cum," for just one of them to take pity on me, but none
did. My head slumped down in defeat, and a single tear rolled down my cheek.
I felt a hand under my chin, gently lifting my face, my husband stroked my
cheek and wiped away the tear. I managed to whisper a low moaning
"please,"but he ignored me, and I sobbed as I felt the orgasm that had
almost started to consume me recede.
The thought of picking a man from the crowd to lick me there made my pussy
drip, and I bowed my head in embarrassment, imagining the comments the men
would make if they saw what was happening between my legs. But they hadn't
noticed, they were busy talking and laughing about how big my clit was.
I looked at the faces of the men standing in front of me. There were more now,
at least a dozen. I couldn't remember any of their names, but I recognised
some of their faces. Then I saw him. He was standing at the back, behind the
others. He was tall and muscular. I had smiled at him a few times early in the
night, but each time he just looked me up and down and turned away. I had
tried to flirt with him once, but he had ignored me as if I wasn't there.
I had seen him kissing a young blonde, the huge bulge in his pants growing
even bigger as the blonde bitch rubbed it through his jeans, they caught me
staring at the outline of his cock and laughed at me. I despised him, he was
so smug and arrogant, his ego as big as his enormous cock. My eyes were
locked on his.
" I want him to do it."
" You've been watching me all night haven't you. " His deep voice dripped with
sarcasm. " Yes ." I couldn't believe I had answered so quickly. He wanted to
make a fool out of me, wanted me to degrade myself even more. And I was
more than happy to give in to him. " Why him ? " the blonde woman asked.
My head spun around in the direction of her voice. She was standing near a
side door just to my right. I had no idea how long she had been there. A cold
chill ran down my spine as I saw the headlights of a passing car through the
open door. Anyone driving or walking past would have a clear view of me, as
would the houses across the road. " Shut the door ! " I gasped frantically.
" Don't tell me what to do you fucking little slut ! "
" I'm sorry." I whimpered to the blonde woman. I knew she could spoil
everything for me if she wanted to. " Please...I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
spoken to you like that." I hated everything about the stuck up blonde bitch,
but I would have got down on my hands and knees and licked her feet if that's
what it took for her to forgive me. She had looked down her nose at me all
night, now she had every right to.
A car pulled up in front of the open door, then disappeared into the darkness
as the driver turned off the lights. " Why do you want the door shut slut ? "
She knew that she had won, and she was going to make me squirm.
" I shouldn't have said anything .....I'm sorry. " I desperately wanted the
door shut, but not if she wanted it open. If I was to get what I wanted from
these men, I was going to need her approval. She had seen me look at her
with contempt a dozen times through the night, an hour ago I had called her a
flat chested bimbo as I passed her in the upstairs hallway. Now she was the
beautiful mistress of the house, and I was the lowly chamber maid, a cheap
servant girl who had forgotten her place. I willingly humbled myself before
her.
" Why don't you just cover yourself up." She looked me up and down as she
spoke, her gaze lingering between my legs. The thought of covering myself had
never even occurred to me. I didn't want to cover myself. I needed these men
to finish what they had started.
" I can't, they're not finished with me yet." I looked at the men in the
garage as I spoke. I knew she wanted to think of me as a cheap slut, and I
hoped this answer would please her, it did. I had submitted to her completely
now, we both knew it, and we both enjoyed it.
My mind was racing, I could see her as my mistress, I was dressed in a French
Maids uniform, I was kneeling at her feet putting her shoes on her, then I
was taking her robe off her as I helped her into a bath she had instructed me
to prepare, then I was standing beside a lounge, holding a tray with a bottle
of Champaign on it as she made love to her boyfriend, then I was lying on a
rug in front of a fireplace masturbating, while she sat in a huge leather
chair watching me, she told me she wanted me to cum now, I said "thank you
mistress " and came the instant she gave me permission to.
Her voice pulled me back from the fantasies. She was standing by the door.
For the first time I saw how beautiful she was. Everything about her had style
and class. I knew from the look on her face she was thinking how cheap and
slutty I looked. I felt a strange sense of satisfaction knowing she thought of
me in that way.
" It seems to me that you like an audience. I thought you would have thanked
me,now people can line up outside and watch you make a spectacle of yourself.
"
I should have hung my head in embarrassment as she amused herself at my
expense but I didn't, I felt no embarrassment I felt no shame,the pleasure of
what was happening was so intense so all consuming that I didn't care about
anything else anymore.
" Do you want me to shut the door slut ? " She was enjoying herself.
" What I want doesn't matter. What you want does, it's up to you " I looked
into her eyes as I spoke. I wanted her to know that I meant what I said.
" You're pathetic ! " she said , as she flung the door shut and walked toward
me."Now, you were asking my boyfriend to stick his tongue between your legs,
weren't you." She was standing right in front of me, looking me up and down.
" He doesn't like you. You're too cheap, too easy. He likes women with a bit
of class about them." Her eyes moved down my body, and lingered between my
legs.
" Um sweetie...your pussy is dripping." "I'm sorry." I cringed as I
apologised to her for being so wet."No you're not,don't lie to me you horny
little slut ! "
The men had been silent as they watched her take control of me. But they were
laughing now, making the most vulgar and crude comments about my pussy and how
wet it was. I felt myself getting even wetter.
" And look at the size of your clit ! No wonder you're such a slut. You must
get horny just walking down the street with a clit that big." Her finger was
only an inch from my clit as she pointed at it. If she touched me there, I
would cum all over her, and she knew it. She moved her finger up and down
slowly, pretending to stroke it. I couldn't help it , I thrust my hips
towards her finger, and she pulled her hand away. " Ooh so you're a fucking
dyke too ! "
" Oh god I'm sorry, I didn't mean too. " She moved her finger back to the
space an inch from my clit, again pretending to caress me. I couldn't stop
myself from panting loudly as she teased me, all my efforts were concentrated
on not pushing myself against her finger. It didn't matter that she was a
woman, I was there for anybody who wanted me.
" I'll tell you what we're going to do." She stared into my eyes as she
spoke. " I will let you cum on my boyfriends tongue." I moaned loudly as she
said it.
" But first, I'm going to cum on your tongue." I couldn't take any more, I
was cumming, I grunted and dug my fingers into the men who were holding me. I
threw my head back as my orgasm took hold of me. But as quickly as it had
erupted inside me it faded away. Just a taste of the real pleasure that
awaited me.
I lifted my head towards the blonde woman.
" Oh god, please...rub it...please..." I was thrusting myself against nothing
but the cool night air. I tried to touch myself, but the men holding wouldn't
let me. I begged her to rub me but she just laughed at me. I looked around
the room in desperation, pleading for someone to help me, but no one did.
I was almost hysterical, tears were rolling down my cheeks. I whimpered
" Please." one more time, as I slumped into the arms of the men holding me.
My clit throbbed in frustration. I felt dizzy as I lifted my head, but I
could hear the blonde womans voice, she was calling out my name. I took
control of my breathing and concentrated on her voice. Slowly the dizziness
subsided into a hazy light-headed feeling.
" No one said you could cum you fucking little slut ! " Her words stung me
into consciousness. " I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back any longer "
She touched me gently on the cheek, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the
tenderness of her hand as she stroked my cheek. " But you're worse off now
than you were before, aren't you." She understood.
" Then do as you're fucking told ! "
" I will, I'm sorry." My voice was still little more than a whisper. " Tell me
what you want me to do, I'll do whatever you want. "
" You will cum on my boyfriends tongue, with the help of all these other
men, but first, you will make me cum with your tongue." I nodded a few times
and bowed my head in shame,not because I had to go down on her to get what I
wanted but because I wanted to go down on her.
She put her hand under my chin and lifted my head.
" Once I'm finished with you, you will suck my boyfriend off, and you won't
waste a drop, do you understand." I knew what she meant, I answered her by
licking my lips.
" Ok boys, the slut likes an audience, but I don't. Wait outside." She was the
kind of woman who could get men to do anything for her. The men filed out
the side door, my husband smiled at me as he left. I could see them standing
near the door as the blonde woman closed it on them. They were hanging around
like a pack of animals, waiting to get their turn with the bitch on heat,
waiting to get their turn with me.
" I'm sorry for the way I treated you earlier," I said " I was just jealous
of you." But she had no interest in talking to me, she wanted me to know she
was just using me, that I was only good for one thing as far she was
concerned. She motioned for me to get down on my knees and I did, my top was
still pulled up under my arms, my jeans still down around my knees. She stood
in front of me, my face only a few inches away from her crotch as she
reached under her dress and slid her white lace panties down to her ankles.
Then she lifted her expensive cream woollen dress and spread her legs.
She wanted me to do it now, but I'd never done this to another woman before.
I wanted her to enjoy me. I wanted to make it as good for her as I could.I
gently rested my hands on her thighs and parted her lips with my thumbs. She
was wet and her clit was swollen. I licked it and she moaned softly, I
flicked it with my tongue and she moaned again.
I enjoyed the way her body reacted to what I was doing to her. But she had
lost patience with me and grabbed the back of my head and buried my face
between her legs.I looked up at her as I licked and sucked on her clit, but
her eyes were shut, she didn't even want to look at me.
She was breathing heavy and rubbing herself against my mouth as I licked her.
Soon she was thrusting herself against my mouth, panting and moaning as she
came. When she'd finished, she turned her back to me as she pulled up her
panties and adjusted her dress, before opening the door to let the men back
in.
When my husband came through the door she put her hand on his chest and
whispered something to him, then she kissed him on the lips, he had his hand
on her arse. He looked at me and smiled, " Enjoy yourself" was all he said and
then left with the blonde woman. He was going to fuck her. I was happy for
him, but now I was on my own with a dozen horny men. I'd felt safe while my
husband was there, now , these men had me to themselves.
My legs were weak and shaking as the two men supporting me lowered me to my
knees, at the feet of a man I detested. My hands shook as I undid his belt
and zipper, and he pushed them away. " Useless slut !" He said as he pulled
his cock from his pants. I felt the blood drain from my face as I saw his
cock for the first time. He laughed, and I knew why. He was still soft. He
had seen every part of my body, he had watched me squirm like a slut on heat
at the hands of the other men, but he was still soft. I hadn't aroused him.
It was the ultimate insult, everybody knew it. My humiliation was almost
complete.
My hands were still shaking as I wrapped my fingers around it. I guided it to
my mouth and wrapped my lips around it. I felt it begin to swell in my mouth,
as I sucked on it. He grabbed my hair and pulled my head foreword, making me
swallow more of his cock. It was hard now, and he pulled it out of my mouth
and told me to lick it.
I licked along the shaft, then his balls, then back along the shaft of his
cock again. I tried to play with myself but the men holding me slapped my
hand away. I looked up at the man I despised, his cock sliding in and out of
my mouth, while he looked down at me with that smug grin. His cock was
throbbing in my mouth as I felt his cum squirt against the back of my throat,
and I kept my promise to the blonde woman, I didn't waste a drop.
Then another one of the men stood beside me, undid his pants and pulled out
his cock. It was smaller, but already stiff and hard, he shoved it in my mouth
and before long my mouth was filled with his cum.
One after the other men walked over to me with their cocks in their hands
wanting their turn. They kept count as each of them came in my mouth and I
swallowed as much as I could.
They said " Seven " as a man pulled his cock from my mouth and another
stood in front of me and said " I'm not sticking my cock in this dirty sluts
mouth." Then started jerking off and his cum squirted all over my face.
" Eight " I heard them say. As number nine walked up to me. His cock was
smaller than any of the others and I was able to take it all in my mouth. I
gagged as his cum hit the back of my throat. " Nine. "
The two men that had supported my body earlier were still standing beside me.
They hadn't had a turn yet. They told me to lie down over there, and pointed
to the dirtiest part of the floor of the garage.
There was a large black oil stain, and I was lying right on top of it as the
two men stood over me and I reached up and started jerking them off.
Their cum squirted all over me, my tits my hair, I was covered in cum.
" Ten and Eleven.....anyone else " I heard the men say. But they had all had
a turn. Now it was finally my turn to get what I wanted from them. What I had
been waiting so long for.
I was covered in their cum, and grease and dirt, one of them threw me a rag
to clean myself up with. Then two of them dragged me to my feet and backed
me up to the wall again. I put my arms around them for support, just as I had
done earlier. One of them shoved two fingers up me and started sliding them
in and out of my pussy.The men who had pulled the lips of my pussy apart did
so again.
I looked at the man who was about to lick my throbbing clit. He hesitated, his
tongue only inches from where I wanted it.
" Please " I pleade." I did everything you wanted me too."I felt someone
moving behind me,hands behind me. I realised what was happening just as a
finger began to work it's way up my arse. I couldn't help myself, I rode the
finger until it was sliding in and out of my arse,in rhythm with the fingers
that were pounding in and out of my pussy. Then I felt his tongue on my clit
and I screamed out.
I don't know how many times I came. The intensity of what happened to me was
indescribable. Eventually, I had to plead with them to stop, I wanted more , I
just couldn't take anymore.
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