“What about you?”
“Oh, right.” She found some more underwear in her drawer and slipped them on. Her breasts ached and her pussy still felt tender.
“Well, we did it! We proved we're bigger than our underwear,” Claire said, picking up her purse. She eyed the pile of clothes. “I'd better tuck these away.” She reached down for them.
“Wait! Are you sure you want to keep those?”
“I'm not leaving them here!” Claire barked before she could catch herself. “Uh, I'll be careful. I just don't want to toss them ... not right now, at least.”
Marti nodded. “Sure. I understand.” She got dressed and followed Claire to the door. “I'll see you later? Maybe you could call me, let me know how you're doing.”
“Sure. I'll do that.” She left.
Marti went immediately to her bedroom and yanked off her boring old underwear and slipped on her Stunners. “Aaaaaahhh,” she said, feeling the rush of sexuality return.
Had she looked out her front door, she would've seen Claire quickly putting her own Stunners back on in the hallway, and stuffing the borrowed underwear into her purse.
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Chapter Ten
Some vignettes from Marti's life:
A month later, Marti was home, fucking Sam, the pizza boy, wearing her black Stunners. Sam had thought it strange that his customer insisted on keeping her underwear on while they fucked, but the nineteen-year-old didn't really care as long as she was so damn eager for his cock. She was bent over, gripping the arm of the couch while he pounded her from behind. The pizza he had delivered lay forgotten on the coffee table.
He held the riding crop in his hand that Marti had purchased two weeks earlier and slapped her ass regularly. She used to complain that he didn't do it hard enough, so he had really been laying it to her lately and she seemed to like his extra effort.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she cried as she rode up toward her third orgasm.
Sam had held back as long as he could so he let himself go, erupting into her as she climaxed. When he pulled out, he was exhausted.
She turned around at once. “Please, hit my tits. Hit my tits.”
“Fuck, Marti, I'm beat.”
“Please, Sam! I need it!”
He obliged but his heart wasn't in it now that he had come. He had never meet a woman like Marti before and wasn't sure how to handle her. When she first had come onto him, he had thought he was the luckiest guy in the city. Now he had begun to realize he was having trouble keeping up with her.
“Harder! Harder!”
He redoubled his efforts.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” She started up again.
“Fuck, lady!” He threw the riding crop down and pulled up his pants. “I'm pooped. Find someone else to play your sick games!” He stormed out.
Marti sank down on the couch and shook her head. God, she had been so close! Just a few more blows ... She picked up the riding crop and the pizza box and went down the hall. Knocking on the door, she waited, wearing just her underwear, the riding crop tapping a rhythm against her leg. The door opened and her neighbor, Pete, peered out. He was an adult nerd, heavy-set, with unkempt hair and black-rimmed glasses. He pushed his glasses up against his nose and looked her up and down.
“Well, hello, Marti.”
“Hi, Pete. Wanna eat—and fuck?” She held up the pizza.
“Well, sure.” He opened the door. She stepped in and was once again hit with the smell of dirty laundry and stale pizza. Pete had his computer set up in the living room and it appeared he was in the middle of a violent war game.
“Am I interrupting anything?”
“Nah, I'm just killing some idiots from London.” He went to the computer and typed in a few words and, secretly, fired up his webcam. He aimed it at the couch. He shut down the game and returned to Marti.
“What kind of pizza?”
“Veggie.”
He made a face. “Next time, bring meat lovers or pepperoni,” he told her.
“Sure, Pete.”
“So, whatdya wanna do first, eat or fuck?”
She handed him the riding crop. “Could you whip my tits first?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
* * * *
Three weeks later, Claire and Steve were in Marti's apartment. Both women were being whipped by Steve and he took turns fucking them—with their underwear on, of course. Marti had been worried that Steve might find out she was seeing Claire, but he wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to realize his secretary and his wife were acting in an eerily similar fashion. He also recognized the Stunners they both wore. After that, he quickly tumbled to the fact that she and Claire were having an affair. The revelation that he was having an affair with Marti didn't seem so bad after that.
Or maybe the Stunners muted Claire's reaction.
Regardless, once he agreed to start whipping them both regularly, both women were happy to get on board.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Marti cried as the riding crop fell on her breasts. She was on her knees in front of the couch, holding her tits up for him.
Claire was lying on the couch, her legs spread apart. In between blows to Marti's tits, he would slap her pussy, causing her to groan and jerk with pleasure.
“Harder! Harder! Whip that pussy! Whip it!”
Steve's face was a mask of concentration. This was a dream come true for him.
* * * *
Another month passed. The mailman knocked on Marti's door. She wasn't at work because she was no longer employed by Steve's company. She had been fired for “inappropriate behavior” two weeks earlier—she and Darlene had been caught in the women's bathroom, slapping each other's breasts. But she wasn't worried for some reason. She had some savings she could live on for a couple of months. After that, she'd see what happened.
“Yes? Oh, hi, Mike!”
Mike was a very nice man about fifty, a little heavyset, with a touch of gray at his temples. He was also very strong from toting his mailbag around for the last twenty-five years. Marti loved his strong arms.
“Got a package for you, Marti.”
“Come in.” She stepped aside. She was wearing her red Stunners today.
Mike reached out and rubbed her tits with his free hand. “How are your girls today?”
“In need of attention!”
“Well, so am I!”
He put the mailbag down as Marti closed the door. She dropped to her knees and fished out his hard cock. She took it into her mouth and teased him. It didn't take long—Mike was always very quick. When he came in her mouth, she sucked it all down and pulled back, a big smile on her face.
“So what will it be today, the riding crop or the belt?”
“Ohhh, the belt!” Marti rose and fetched a new belt she had bought—a nice thick leather one, very flexible.
Mike folded it over and slapped his palm. Marti dropped to her knees on the carpet and pushed her shoulders back and waited. He slapped her, hard across both breasts and she shivered but said nothing. He did it again and again, his big arm flexing.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Marti began her mantra, feeling her orgasm rising.
When she couldn't stand it any more, she jumped up, turned around and threw herself face down on the couch. He hardly paused and began to whip her already reddened ass. She felt her orgasm rise up higher and higher and she screamed, “I'm ready!”
He dropped the belt and fell on her, his fingers slipping past her underwear and thrusting hard into her pussy. She could feel herself grasping at them as the climax hit her.
“Oh god! Oh shit! Oh fuck!”
When she was coherent again, she rolled over onto her back and smiled up at him. “Thanks, Mike.” He held out his fingers and she licked them clean.
“Sure. But don't forget about your package.” He fished it out of his mailbag and handed it over.
It was a small box, about eight inches long and three inches wide and not very deep. C
urious, she peeled off the tape and opened it. Inside was a necklace. It said, “Stunners” on it in small, ornate script. It had to be from Dave!
“Wow, that's nice,” Mike said. He was gathering up his bag. “Who sent you that?”
“The guy who sold me my underwear,” she said. “I wonder why.” She looked through the package and found a small note.
Wear this with pride—Dave. Below that was a website address! Seems Dave had started his mail-order business! She couldn't wait to tell the other Stunners’ girls.
She held it up. It was very pretty. She wanted to see it on, so she went to the mirror by the front door and slipped it around her neck.
“Here, let me help you,” Mike said and fastened it in the back. He looked over her shoulder at it. “It's quite lovely.”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Well, I'd better go. ‘Neither snow nor sleet nor pretty girls...’ you know.”
Marti laughed. “Thanks, Mike.”
“Thank you.”
Once he was gone, she went to her laptop and quickly found Dave's new website. There they were in all their glory! She wanted to buy at least one more pair. Perhaps a pink one or a dark blue one ... She couldn't make up her mind.
She picked up her cell phone and called Claire.
“Did you see?”
“What? See what?”
“Dave's website! It's up!” She gave her the link. She heard Claire take the phone to the computer and sign on.
“Yes, I see! Thank god!”
“Yes.”
“But the prices! Look at them!”
Marti looked—now Dave wanted one-nineteen for each set of bra and panties. Wow. Then she spotted a note underneath: Free gift with each purchase. Her hands went to her necklace.
“But I think you get a necklace when you buy—did you get one yet?”
“A necklace? No. But I haven't checked the mail today. Hang on.”
Marti busied herself with the website, drooling over the various designs and colors until Claire came back. “Yes! I have a small box here—is that what you got?”
“Yes! Open it.”
“Ohh, it's very pretty! I'm going to put the phone down and put it on.”
Marti heard her fumble with the phone and she came back. “It feels good there. I can't wait to show Steve.”
“I'll bet he'll like it.”
“Hey, maybe you could come over tonight? I can send the girls to the neighbors for an hour or two.”
“Sure! That would be great!”
“Okay, say about seven?”
“Okay.” Marti hung up, feeling good. Of course, it would mean she'd have to put on some clothes, darn it.
She showered in her underwear and hung them up before quickly changing into her black Stunners. She threw on a black cocktail dress and slipped on some shoes. She caught a cab outside her apartment building and gave Steve's address. When she got to the building she waved at the doorman who stopped her before she could get inside.
“Hey, nice necklace, Marti.”
“Oh, thanks, it's new.”
She went inside and spent a very nice hour and a half being spanked by Steve and Claire and whipping her before he fucked them both. She returned to her apartment feeling quite refreshed.
* * * *
Another month went by. Marti was heading to the Peabody to meet Steve, Claire and Mr. Henderson from Steve's office for an afternoon of sex and abuse. Her body fairly buzzed with excitement. But when she got off the subway near the office, a man in a blue suit stopped her.
“Stunners,” he said.
“What?”
“You're wearing Stunners.”
“Uh, yes, yes I am.” Her hand went up and fingered her necklace.
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“You heard me.”
Marti felt powerless to disobey for some reason. She followed the man to the curb and he flagged down a cab.
“I'm supposed to meet someone.”
“You can call them in a bit,” he said and opened the cab door.
“But...”
“Get in, slut.”
She got in, her heart starting to beat faster. This man knew about Stunners. Did he know Dave? What did he want? Well, duh. Her body's vibrations already told her that.
They drove to another hotel, ten blocks away. They got out and he led her upstairs to his room.
“Strip.”
“But what about my phone call?”
“Later. Strip.”
Her clothes fell away until her underwear was revealed.
The stranger took off his suitcoat and tossed it on the couch. His hands went to his belt and Marti sucked in her breath.
“I'm going to whip your tits and ass until you scream,” he said, matter-of-factly. “And they you're going to suck my dick.”
She nodded, her eyes on his belt.
And he did. And she did, happily.
When they were done, he let her call Steve and apologize for being late.
“Marti! I was wondering about you!” Steve said.
“Tell them why,” the man said, now completely relaxed, tucking his soft cock back into his pants.
“Uh, this man grabbed me outside the Peabody and made me go with him,” she told Steve.
“Tell him what we did,” the stranger said.
“Uh, he whipped me, really hard, and made me suck him off,” she said, her breasts and bottom aching.
“Well, we're very disappointed. Especially Claire.”
“Can you wait for me?”
“No, Dan and I have to get back to the office. But you can come up and meet Claire here.”
“Okay.” She turned to the man. “Can I go?”
“Sure, but come here first.”
She hung up the phone and went to him, trembling in her underwear. He pulled out a wad of bills from his pants pocket and peeled off some and handed them over. She stared at them.
“Relax, you earned it.”
He waved at the door. Marti got dressed and practically ran from the room. She took a cab back to the Peabody and went upstairs. Steve and Dan Henderson were just leaving.
“Hey, Marti! Sorry I missed you,” Dan said, giving her a wolfish grin.
“Yeah, me too.”
“Guess you'll have to be punished for that,” he added, winking at her.
Marti blushed. “Sure.”
They left and Marti went into the bedroom, where she found Claire on the bed. Her tits and ass were bright red through her ivory Stunners and Marti felt suddenly guilty, although her body was also well used.
“Claire, I'm sorry!”
“What happened to you?”
She told them about the strange man. “He just said ‘Stunners’ when he saw my necklace and I felt the need to follow him.”
“That's weird.”
“Yeah! I'd never seen him before in my life!”
“Huh. Well, I had to take all your whippings. I hope you're happy!”
“I'm sorry. But this man really beat me too.”
“Let me see.”
Marti took off her dress and Claire whistled. “Yeah, he really knew what he was doing, didn't he?”
“Yeah, it was almost too much! But he made me come! Just from the whipping! Can you believe it?”
“No! That's great!”
“That wasn't all...”
“What else?”
“He paid me a hundred dollars, like I was his whore or something.”
“Ohhh...” There wasn't much Claire had to say about that.
Marti quickly changed the subject. “Well, do you wanna...?”
“Oh, no, I'm too sore. Maybe later, huh?”
“Yeah, we could order room service.”
“Good idea.”
* * * *
Two weeks later, it happened again. Marti had just come out of a café, carrying a tall cup of coffee in a paper cup when a stranger dressed in a nice suit came up and said, “Stunners.”
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br /> “Huh?”
“Come with me.”
“What?”
“I said, come with me, slut.”
Marti followed him, not at all sure why she didn't just tell him to fuck off. But her body, as before, trembled with anticipation. He took her to his apartment and made her strip down to her underwear. Then he whipped her with his belt and fucked her, bending her over the edge of the bed. He yanked her panties down to her thighs and she protested, but he ignored her. She had to endure his powerful thrusts while her bottom felt like ants were biting her. When he finally came and pulled out, she reached down and yanked up her panties, feeling relief at once. She stood up, feeling his seed dripping into the gusset of her Stunners and realized she'd have to take another shower.
She hadn't come once.
“Okay, you can go now, slut,” he said. Like the first man, he peeled off a few bills and handed them over. She took them and crammed them into her purse.
Marti took her now-cold coffee and left, her mind spinning. What was happening?
Two days later, she met Steve, Dan and Claire at the Peabody and after ninety minutes of whipping and fucking, she had a chance to talk to Claire about the strange occurrence while the men were in the living room. She listened, her eyes wide but didn't say anything. When she glanced over at the door, Marti knew something was up.
“Well, we gotta get back to the office,” Steve popped in to inform them. They followed him out to the next room.
“Nice of you to show up this time, Marti,” Dan said. He pulled out his wallet and peeled off a couple fifties. “Here's something toward your rent.”
Marti took it with thanks, not feeling at all cheap for reasons she couldn't explain.
When the men had left, she turned to Claire. “You know something, don't you?”
Her eyes grew wet. “It happened to me too!”
“What? Tell me!”
“I was at the grocery store. I ... I had on my necklace, I guess that's how he knew. He came up to me and said, ‘Stunners,’ just like those guys did for you. I was confused but when he told me to go with him, I did! I left my cart right there in the middle of the store and went and got into his car!”
“Where did he take you?”
“To his apartment. He ... did things to me. I mean, I liked it, but I'm supposed to be Steve's wife! I can't be having sex with just anyone!”
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