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Debbie's Dilemma (M+/F, slut-wife, non-consent)
By WF WRITER (wifefantasy@hotmail.com)
IF YOU ARE NOT 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER, PLEASE CLOSE THIS STORY NOW! THIS
STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT. IT IS SIMPLY
FANTASY AND IN NO WAY CONDONES THE ABUSE OF WOMEN. IT IS HERE FOR PLEASURE
ONLY.
DEBBIE'S DILEMMA Brian worked as a Financial Manager for United Investments for several years. He was married to Debbie, a knock out. Brian was 34, Debbie was 33 and only 5 foot tall with long brown hair and hazel eyes. Brian loved Debbie's firm ass, but he thought her best quality was her amazing breasts, a perfect 36C. Although Brian thought Debbie had a great, near-perfect body, her lack of confidence in her appearance resulted in a very conservative dress. This lack of confidence in her appearance also frustrated Brian in the bedroom. On rare occasions he would get Debbie to relax and she would be a real sexual beast, but the majority of the time, their sex life was boring. Brian could not remember the last time Debbie gave him a blow-job. He did recall a few years earlier he finally convinced Debbie to shave her cunt and she reluctantly agreed and Brian praised her and frequently commented on how great it looked. But Debbie did not keep it shaved and eventually let it return to all natural except to shave for her bathing suits. Even with her conservative ways, Brian loved Debbie, was proud of the way she looked and liked to show her off at company functions. Although Debbie was frequently oblivious to the stares, Brian enjoyed the lustful looks from his peers and supervisors as they would frequently ogle Debbie's breasts and ass when they thought Brian was not looking. This was real source of pride for Brian and he frequently went deep in to debt to join his peers and bosses at high-priced parties or functions. As the months passed it became easier and easier for Brian to skim a thousand dollars here or five thousand there from United Investment accounts. He also intended to pay the money back, but never seemed to be able to get ahead enough to make a dent. Further more, Brian did not really have any idea how much he owed the company. Brian used United Investments as his personal emergency cash bank and really never thought much about it. However, Brian's bosses watched as the totals increased. They saw an opportunity and it was time to take advantage. Debbie was surprised to receive the telephone call from Mr. Abrams, Brian's boss. He told her that they would like to have a meeting with her about something important regarding Brian. As Debbie dressed she hoped it was a promotion for Brian or a raise. Debbie chose a conservative shirt dress that buttoned all the way up and dropped about an inch below her knees. Debbie tightened the belt, pushed a brush through her hair and looked in the full-length mirror in their bedroom. She thought she looked okay for this meeting an left the house. Debbie decided it must be a raise or promotion and that Mr. Abrams wanted to surprise Brian since he gave implicit instructions not to tell him of her appointment. When Debbie arrived at Mr. Abrams office there was no secretary present. She tapped lightly on the door and heard Mr. Abrams voice instructing her to enter. Debbie walked in, excited at the news and when she saw the two other supervisors with Mr. Abrams, Debbie decided it was a promotion. "Sit down, Debbie," Mr. Abrams said with a smile. "Thank you, Mr. Abrams," Debbie responded. "We don't have to be so formal, please, call be David," he said and pointing at the other two men, "this is Samuel and Joseph.." Debbie nodded acknowledgement to the other two men. Debbie pulled her dress down over her knees feeling a tinge of discomfort at the way the man called Joseph was staring at her. "So Sam, Joe, what do you think," David asked ignoring Debbie. The two men smiled and nodded in the affirmative. Debbie was confused. "Debbie," David started, "let's get right to the point, your husband has embezzled over 100,000 dollars from our company over the past few years and, well, we want it back." Debbie went pale, this was not what she was expecting. The man called Sam offered her a drink of water and Debbie took two quick gulps. "How?, why?," Debbie stammered. "Don't know, and don't care," David continued, "However, I do know that Brian will spend several years in prison if it's not pay back. In addition, the wonderful home you and the kids live in, that'll be sold to get some of our money back; plus your car, jewelry, anything of value will be sold." "This can't be true, Brian would never. . ." Debbie started and was cut-off by Joe. "Cut the crap Debbie, here are the documents, you can take them to a lawyer, but it will still end up being the same thing; bottom line, we want our money," Joe said without emotion. Debbie was almost in tears. The life she and Brian had built was going to be taken away and Brian ruined. Debbie's thoughts raced. "There must be something, something we can do," Debbie inquired. "As a matter fact, there is something you can do," David responded. "What, I'll do anything, what is you want me to do, tell me," Debbie pleaded. "Anything?," David asked again. "Anything, anything at all," Debbie begged. "Fine, alright, there is something you can do. We have watched you at the parties and company functions, and we like what we see. We'll exchange the debt your husband owes us for you." David finally said. Debbie did not understand at first and looked puzzled. She looked at Joe and Sam and could now see the lust in their eyes. Debbie tried to think of another alternative. She did not know what these men wanted, but Debbie was not sure. "What do I have to do?" Debbie finally said. "Whatever we want," David responded matter-of-factly, with one condition, your husband must never know. Debbie thought about her home, the kids, and her husband. She wondered how Brian could do this and then drop her head down. "Alright," Debbie whispered. "We didn't hear you," David said. "Alright, I'll do whatever you want," Debbie said the words, but could not believe them. "Good, good, I thought you might. The first thing we want is to see what we have traded for; stand up and take off your clothes," David ordered. Debbie hesitated for a moment and David told her if she hesitated again all deals were off and the police would be notified to arrest her husband. With tears in her eyes, Debbie stood up and undid the belt around her waist. She slowly started to undo the buttons of the dress finally getting to the last one. Debbie held the dress around her with one hand hoping that the madness would end and one of the men would stop her. No such luck as David went to the phone and picked up the receiver. Debbie pulled the dress from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Debbie's face flushed red as she stood before the three men clad only in her white bra, white cotton panties, and high heels. "Everything," David prodded. Debbie reached behind her and unhooked the clasp holding her bra closed and let the straps fall from her shoulders. She closed her eyes as she removed the bra and it fell to the floor with her dress. Debbie heard the whistle from Joe and Sam's crude comments as her tits came into view. Debbie's 36C breasts rose and fell with her silent sobs. She watched David who still held the receiver waiting. Debbie hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slowly lowered them over her hips, down her legs, and stepped out of them letting them join her dress and bra. Debbie instinctively placed a hand over her cunt, hiding the mons and another over her breasts. "Lower your hands and spread your legs," David ordered. Again, Debbie slowly let her arms fall to her side and opened her legs. She stiffened as all three men approached her. David took her breasts between his thumb and fingers and squeezed them tightly commenting on the firmness and size. Joe cupped her buttocks and Debbie tried to tighten her asscheeks when Joe spread them apart and commented on her tight looking rectum. Sam's hand went over Debbie's cunt and he worked a single finger into her dry hole. Debbie was totally humiliated and kept her eyes closed trying to block out the abuse. After a few minutes, the men switched position with Joe now squeezing her tits. David worked two fingers into Debbie's cunt and kicked her legs a little wider. Sam ran a finger along the cleft between Debbie's asscheeks and she tired to clench them together to avoid the intrusion. Debbie felt that she could endure this manhandling if that was all that there was going to be, but she knew this was just the beginning. As suddenly as the men started, they returned to their seats leaving Debbie standing naked, in the center of the room with her legs slightly spread. To Debbie's horror, she thought she could feel wetness between her legs, but dismissed it as perspiration versus arousement. Debbie reached to obtain her clothes and David stopped her. David next proceeded to outline the terms of the agreement. Debbie would do whatever they asked sexually without hesitation or argument. "Debbie, you are a beautiful woman, but your dress is all wrong for our purposes," David stated, "when you return home, you are to shave your cunt and never let any stubble or hair be present, do you understand?" Debbie nodded her head up and down to indicate she understood. She stared at the floor, naked, refusing to look at the three men. She could hear them talking about her, saying horrible sexual things about her like she was not even in the room. "Any one ever fuck you in the ass?" Joe questioned Debbie. Debbie did not immediately answer, just staring at the floor. "I asked you a question," Joe said again with force. "Yes . . .my husband tried once, but it hurt too much so I've not let him try again." Debbie finally responded. The men talked some more and Debbie was beginning to become cold in the office. Finally, David walked up to her and placed his fingers under Debbie's chin and raised her head up to look at him. At only five feet all three men towered over Debbie. "I want you to look at me so I can make sure you understand our instructions," David said. David proceeded to tell Debbie that each weekend when her services were needed she would go to a specific hotel for instructions. She was to only wear thongs or no panties at all and Debbie should buy an assortment of garters, stockings, very short skirts, see-through blouses, chokers, and high heels with ankle straps. David informed Debbie that any additional clothing items would be provided at the hotel when she arrived. David then handed Debbie a piece of paper and pen and ordered her to write down her measurements and dress/skirt sizes. Debbie quickly complied and handed the paper back to David. "We're done for today," David said after he looked at the paper, "you can dress and go home, but remember, you are not to tell Brian about our agreement." Debbie indicated she understood and reached down for her bra and panties. "Give me the panties," Joe demanded, "and get dressed." Debbie was even more embarrassed as she dressed in front of the three men. Joe took Debbie's panties and cut the entire crotch out of them and threw them back to Debbie at her feet. Debbie had just finished the last button of her dress. "Put them on," Joe demanded. With tears flowing down her face, Debbie pulled her once cotton panties on. She felt so dirty wearing the now crotchless panties. Once dressed, Debbie asked if she could leave. "You may go, but tomorrow is Friday and you need to be at the Hilton at 8 o'clock sharp for your first job," David reminded her. Debbie left the meeting exhausted, confused, and angry. How could Brian how allowed himself to get into such a mess. Now Debbie was trapped into being a sexual slave for his bosses. Debbie cried on the way home, but decided she'd better go to the mall and purchase the items she needed since tomorrow was Friday. After returning from shopping, Debbie hid the numerous thongs, short skirts, shoes, and other items in the guestroom of their home. Brian would be home in about an hour. Debbie tried to think of a reason she would tell him that she shaved again as she turned on the shower. Once the water was warm, Debbie stripped off her clothes and threw the cut up panties into the trash stuffing them underneath the other trash so they wouldn't been seen. Debbie felt so dirty as the water washed over her. Yet, when the shower spray struck her breasts for the first time Debbie realized that her nipples were incredibly erect, sticking straight out and hard as well as sensitive. Debbie soaped herself carefully and as the her hands brushed over her breasts, she let them linger there recalling how the two men touched her breasts. Debbie soaped and rinse two or three times trying to feel clean again. Finally satisfied, she sighed as she soaped up her pubic hair and slowly shaved it off. She placed her foot on the edge of the tub so that she could next shave her labia. Once done, Debbie ran her hand over her pubic mons to ensure that it was smooth and free of stubble. Her fingers lightly touched her clit and that sent sparks through Debbie. She was surprised to find that her clit was also erect and hard. Not since her college days had Debbie masturbated, but she was tempted to do so now, in the shower. As she lightly touched her clit trying to sort out her urges she heard Brian voice coming from downstairs. This snapped Debbie back to reality and she quickly exited the tub and dried off. Debbie just barely got her robe on when Brian walked into the bathroom. "I have a surprise for you later," Debbie said to Brian, not knowing how else to let him know she shaved. Later that evening in bed, Debbie let Brian touch her in preparation to make love. "Wow, that's great," Brian explained, "why did you do it again?" "Just thought I would try it again," Debbie said through her anger at Brian for the real reason she shaved. She remembered her words to him the last time she shaved, "only whores do this," and now she wondered if that was what she was to be a whore for his bosses. Brian reached for her and kissed her deeply and passionately. She could feel a fire building within him that she hadn't felt in quite some time. They fucked furiously and wildly until they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms. Debbie wondered to herself why she hadn't shaved her cunt more often after experiencing Brian's response. The next morning, Debbie rose and got the kids off to school as usual. It was Friday, and Debbie tried not to think about going to the Hilton. She engaged herself in housework and other things including hiding her clothes she would wear that night under the seat of her car. When the kids came home from school, Debbie was pre-occupied and let them watch TV. Once Brian came home from work, Debbie told him she and her girlfriend wanted to go see a movie. She passed the movie off as a "chick-flick" and knew Brian would not want to go. With Brian's blessings and encouragement, Debbie went upstairs to get ready. She showered again, running a razor over her cunt to make sure there were no stubble. Debbie pulled some jeans over her black thongs and a sweater over her push-up bra. She hurried downstairs, kissed Brian good-bye and left for the Hilton. Debbie felt as if she was on autopilot. Although in her mind she resented and could not believe what she was doing, Debbie still drove to a service station and changed into her short, black skirt and white, see-through blouse, removing her bra first. She looked in the mirror of the bathroom as she applied her make-up, heavy as per David's instructions. Debbie thought she looked pretty, then decided she look just like a slut and tired not to cry as the tears would ruin her make-up. Debbie parked her car and went to the designated room at the Hilton. She knocked on the door and heard the familiar voice of David telling her to come in. Once inside, there sat David with Joe and Sam. "Wow, you look great Debbie!" David exclaimed as Debbie walked into the room on her stiletto heels with ankle straps. "We thought we would make sure you were well-trained before we gave you to any clients, so tonight, the three of us are going to use you." Debbie thought about turning and running out the door but could not bare the idea of her husband in jail and losing her home. Debbie just stood in the middle of the room and looked down at the carpet not responding. David brought her a drink and Debbie refused it. "Okay, then, let's get started," David said with a little anger. "Strip off that blouse and give us all blow-jobs." David sat down in a chair and unzipped his pants to produce a large erection. Joe and Sam laughed and followed suit. Debbie stared, mouth agape. "I can't do this," she said and started to leave. "Have you forgotten about the embezzlement and our agreement?" David asked, "I will call the police if I have to remind you again." Debbie stopped at the door, defeated. Without turning she took off her blouse and turned around showing the three men her bare breasts. She decided to do whatever it took and walked over to Sam and knelt between his legs. Debbie did not have any experience with oral sex and was unsure about what to do. She took Sam's hard cock into her mouth, just the head of it and slowly sucked it like a baby bottle. She felt Sam's hands on the back of her head trying to shove her further down onto his dick. Finally, Debbie relaxed and felt Sam's cock striking the back of her throat as he bobbed her head up and down on his dick. Bent over sucking Sam's cock, Debbie's short skirt rode up almost over her ass revealing the thin strip of her black thong. This was too much for David. "Damn, I got to have a piece of that ass," David exclaimed and pushed Debbie's skirt above her waist and yanked her thongs down to her knees. Debbie tried to raised her head up in protest, but Sam held her tight and continued to face fuck her. Debbie felt David's fingers in her cunt, but this time it did not hurt. "She's wet, she's loving this," David announced and plunged three fingers into Debbie's cunt. Debbie tried to understand how she became wet but she could feel the sloppiness between her legs. Debbie felt David's three fingers opening and closing stretching her cunt. David placed his thumb on Debbie's clit and started to rub around and around. Debbie jerked at his touch, but then settled into a rhythm. She felt herself responding to David's touch and at first hated it, but then his constant manipulation of her clit started to bring an occasional moan from her lips. Sam continued to hold onto Debbie's head, fingers entangled in her long hair, pushing and pulling her head up and down on his cock. Suddenly, Debbie felt David remove his fingers and quickly replace it with his cock. "Just like a hot knife through butter," David observed as he sunk his dick deep into Debbie's cunt with one thrust. Debbie reached up and grabbed Sam's cock and started stroking it while her head bobbed up and down. She caught herself pushing her hips back to meet the powerful thrust coming from David in her cunt. Debbie did not have many orgasms, but she knew she was getting close. Sam pushed Debbie's head down on his cock all the way causing her to gag. Debbie was having troubled breathing and concentrated on relaxing her throat when she felt David's cock enlarging in her cunt. "God, he's going to cum," Debbie thought but forgot about Sam. Debbie did not even know that a man would cum in her mouth until she felt Sam shudder and then the warm liquid splashing against her tonsils. Debbie tried to raise her head, to spit the foul tasting semen from her mouth, but Sam held her tight. All at once, David slammed hard into Debbie's cunt and started to cum, as he did he reached around and trapped Debbie's nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and pinched down hard. Debbie did not expect her orgasm, it just happened and as it washed over her, she swallowed hard taking Sam's cum down her throat. Her orgasm was so powerful that Debbie was throwing her ass backwards so hard against David that he had to hold on to her hips to keep from sliding out of her cunt. "Oh no, my God, I'm having an orgasm. . ." Debbie moaned after Sam slid his limp cock from her mouth. David pumped Debbie's cunt until his balls were empty of semen and his cock began to soften. When he finally removed it, little drops of cum dripped from Debbie's opened cunt. Debbie just lay across the couch where Sam was sitting, eyes closed, enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm. Joe watched the entire escapade as the two men used Debbie. Now it was his turn, and he planned something special for her. Debbie did not protest as David and Sam removed her skirt and thong leaving her naked. Debbie let them lay her across the arm of the couch. She did not even realize what was happening when Sam pulled her arms over her head and held them in place and David placed his weight across her back. Debbie was effectively trapped for Joe. Joe walked up behind Debbie and stuck two fingers into her cunt and withdrew a mixture of cum an pussy juices. Debbie tried to move and found it nearly impossible. She started to panic when she felt her asscheeks being separated. Joe inserted his finger wet from Debbie's cunt into her puckered asshole. Debbie grunted and started to struggle trying to get away. "Please, not there, not there," Debbie pleaded but Joe ignored her and continued to work his finger in and out of her ass pushing the juices further inside. Finally, satisfied that Debbie was well lubricated, Joe placed the head of his dick at the entrance of Debbie's asshole. "Stop, stop, I don't want to do this, stop, please stop," Debbie pleaded while she fought against the two men holding her down. Joe leaned forward and Debbie could feel the pressure on her anal ring. Slowly the ring opened admitting Joe's cock. Debbie stop struggling and tried to push the intruder from her ass as the head of Joe's cock passed her tight, anal opening. "God it hurts, it hurts, please take it out, take it out, take it out," Debbie kept repeating as Joe pushed inch after inch of his cock into her ass. Finally, his entire cock was buried in Debbie's ass. Joe pulled her asscheeks apart to look at the stretched anal ring wrapped tightly around his dick. Debbie was racked with the pain in her ass and then felt Joe's balls slapping her cunt lips. "Okay, let her go," Joe cried as if he were riding a bronc at the rodeo. Debbie bucked and twisted trying to escape the violation in her ass. Joe rode her hard, pulling his cock half way out then banging it back inside her. Debbie finally remained still and tried to relax her ass. The pain had subsided and now Debbie fought a pleasure that was building. Joe slowed his pace, dragging his cock almost all the way out and then ramming it home causing his heavy balls to strike Debbie's cunt and clit. Joe pushed his hands underneath Debbie's arms and around behind her head and pulled her up to a standing position with his cock still buried to the base in her ass. "Now, were going to walk into the bedroom and see how you look," Joe said and forced Debbie to walk with his dick in her ass. With each step, Debbie felt more pleasure from the cock in her ass. By the time they reached the bedroom, Debbie was breathing rapidly trying to prevent another orgasm. When Joe forced her to look in the mirror, Debbie saw herself impaled on the cock in her ass and lost it. As her orgasm over came her, Debbie begged someone to suck her tits. Joe swung Debbie around and Sam clamped his mouth first over one breast then the other. Debbie was shaking her head from side to side and screaming. "God, I'm cumming, I'm cumming again," Debbie screamed. By now, David was hard again and sat on the couch and motion Joe to walk Debbie over to him. Joe knew exactly what David had in mind. Debbie saw David sitting on the couch with his dick sticking straight up and she knew what the two men were going to do. Strangely, Debbie wanted them to double impale her. As Joe positioned her in front of David, Debbie spread her legs wide and eased herself down on David's cock. Debbie felt so full as the two cocks pistoned in and out of her ass and cunt. Debbie focused on the feeling of the cocks and could feel them touching inside her separated by just a thin tissue. Debbie worked herself up and down on David's cock while Joe pounded her ass in rhythm. Just as Joe stiffened and started cumming, David followed. Debbie was beside herself. "Not again, noooooooo, I can't cum again. . .oh, my God, I can't stand it, fuck me harder," Debbie begged. Debbie could not believe the language she was using, but the orgasm was on her spreading thoughout her entire body. Joe and David slowed their pace as their cocks went limp inside Debbie. Debbie was covered in sweat as she raised up off of David and Joe pulled his cock from her ass. Debbie collapsed onto the floor on her back, cum leaking from her cunt and ass. Sam walked over between her legs and Debbie looked up at him and spread her legs wide. Sam slid his cock into her cunt with little difficulty. After Sam fucked her to another orgasm, the men left Debbie alone. She fell into a light sleep and after about thirty minutes awoke. At first Debbie was confused, but then she tasted the cum in her mouth and saw the sticky fluid on the inside of her thighs and the memory of what happen flooded over her. "You can clean up and leave, make sure you leave the thongs" David said to her as Debbie stood on wobbly legs. Debbie could not bear to look at the three men as she went into the bathroom and tried to clean up. It was almost 11:30 and she knew she needed to get home. Her cunt was sore, but her ass was even sorer. Debbie exited the bathroom dressed and without a word started toward the door. "Don't forget, same time next week," David reminded her as Debbie opened the door. Debbie started for the elevator when David's comments in her ears. She could not believe it, but Debbie started thinking about next week and her pussy flooded with juices to the point Debbie could feel them on the inside of her thighs. Debbie got on the elevator alone and took a napkin and wiped between her legs. The touch to her clit was wonderful. Debbie sighed remembering the orgasms she experienced at the hands of David, Sam and Joe. She did not even realize she was fingering her clit until the elevator doors opened in the lobby. Debbie was thankful no one was waiting to get on the elevator. As Debbie exited the hotel she went straight to her car. Before starting the car, Debbie dropped her head down on the steering wheel and started to cry. She had been conservative in dress and in sex her entire life, now in just two hours she'd been turned into something she never considered herself to be. Debbie sighed heavily and said the words in a whisper, "I'm nothing but a slut." With those words said, Debbie stuck her hand under her skirt, rubbed her clit and thought about the fuckings she'd just received. Within moments, she accomplished her purpose and experienced another wonderful orgasm. On the way home, Debbie stopped again and changed back into the clothes she wore. Once home, Brian kissed Debbie when she entered the house. Upstairs in the bedroom Debbie exited naked, her shaved cunt in clear view of Brian. "God, I want to fuck you," Brian said. "I can't believe you said that to me," Debbie exclaimed with anger, "how dare you treat me like a common whore." Brian mumbled an apology and watched disappointed as Debbie pulled on her pajamas, went to bed and rolled away from him. A tear rolled down Debbie's face. "After all," she thought, "I'm not a whore, I'm a slut." PLEASE PROVIDE YOUR COMMENTS AND STORYLINE REQUEST TO wifefantasy@hotmail.com
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