Through a friend of mine who manages an adult book store, I was able to get two guys who would treat my wife to some rough sex while I operated the camera. John and Max were very big, very strong men. They said they'd be careful, but guaranteed to give Allie a workout none of us would ever forget.
On the appointed night, Allie and I waited nervously for them to arrive. As I readied the camera, Allie put on a white blouse, a red knee-length skirt, and high heels. Allie may be forty-three, but she has the figure of a beauty pageant contestant. She's small on top, with a firm, round bottom and legs you could look at all day long.
I heard the doorbell and let in John and Max. They introduced themselves to Allie and we chatted a bit. John was tall and on the skinny side. Max, who was black, was built like a pro football player. He was over six feet tall and must have weighed two hundred twenty pounds, all of it solid muscle. His chest and shoulders were massive. As I gave them my instructions and told them what I expected, I could tell Max's mind was elsewhere. As he sat across from Allie, who had her legs crossed, he was getting a good look under her skirt. Well, I thought, he'll be seeing a lot more of her soon.
I turned on the camera and we got down to business. John, Max, and Allie went into the bedroom. When I gave the signal, the men carried her into the living room, holding her tightly by the arms. I'd told Allie to put up a bit of a struggle, for effect. At one point, she jerked her arm so furiously that she freed herself from Max's tremendous grip. I could tell it was going to be a great video.
John grabbed Allie from behind, pinning her arms to her side. Max quickly took her by the legs. They carried her to the couch and threw her onto her back. She attempted to get up, but she was like a fly in a spiderweb. I focused on John. With just one hand, he held Allie's hands securely over her head. With his free hand he started to unbutton her blouse, then simply tore it away. He unsnapped the small clasp at the front of her bra. It sprang open to reveal her pert tits, the enormous brown nipples swollen with excitement.
Max, at the other end, had worked her skirt up above her stockings. I zoomed in for a close-up of her creamy, bare thighs. Max rested his body over her ankles. That gave him the freedom to do what he wanted with his hands. And right now, each hand was busy caressing and fondling Allie's thighs, slowly working their way under her skirt.
A quick movement caught my eye: John was still holding Allie, but now he began to unbuckle his belt with one hand. Unzipping his fly, he was able to wiggle out of his pants. Allie's eyes were on the bulge in his underwear. My wife didn't have to wait long to see the big six John was packing. Kicking his briefs aside, John threw a leg over Allie. In a kneeling position he straddled her chest, his cock just inches from her mouth. He pinned her wrists to the couch, and gently slapped her across the face a few times with his hard cock.
Allie tried to get his cock in her mouth, but he teased her and would never let it past her lips. Finally she turned away, but John reached down and turned her head to face him. Just then, she gave out a short sigh of pleasure. I knew at that point that Max was up to something, so I tilted the camera in his direction.
Max had removed Allie's panties, bent her legs at the knees, and lowered his mouth to her juicy cunt. I could smell its sweetness all the way across the room. I watched with a hard-on as Max tongued my wife silly. He kept her legs spread wide apart with his strong hands. When he pulled away for a moment, her pink slit was visible within the thick, jet-black hair that shrouded her pussy. Then Max's tongue disappeared again in the hot folds of Allie's cunt.
I couldn't keep up with the action. John already had his swollen cock in Allie's mouth. His strokes were hard, fast, and sure. Each time he withdrew his wet tool, I watched with excitement as it slammed back into her mouth. I could tell she was doing everything possible to please him with her mouth and tongue.
Max's head was bobbing up and down. I knew Allie was getting a good tongue fucking. I saw her abdomen begin to jerk as her hips rose off the couch to meet his busy mouth. Suddenly her hips shot forward, and the muscles of her belly quivered with orgasm. I know from experience that as soon as Allie comes, she needs to rest a few minutes—she has told me the pleasure is so intense it is almost painful if she continues on. But this time, although she tried closing her legs and pushing him away, Max would not let up. His head continued to bob, and Allie had no choice but to endure the passionate thrusts of his demanding tongue.
Now it was John who was beginning to spasm. He threw his head back and filled my wife's mouth with come. She swallowed deeply each time he pumped out a little more juice. When he was totally drained, he pulled his dick out of her mouth. She tried to talk, but he silenced her and told her to stroke his dick with her hands. He was hard again in a few minutes and, pushing Max away, sank his long bone into Allie's cunt.
As John fucked Allie's pussy, Max took his turn in her mouth. His black, uncircumcised cock was a sight to behold. Thick and heavily veined, it glistened with Allie's saliva as she sucked it feverishly. I pulled the camera back to get them all in frame just in time to catch their orgasms on tape. They all came within seconds of each other. John emptied his load in Allie's cunt, Max's rocketed straight down her throat, and Allie herself alternately screamed and giggled with the most powerful orgasm I've ever seen her experience.
The big surprise was that after the men left, Allie said she wouldn't mind doing it all over again. Perhaps I can convince her to work the camera while I go at it with a pair of sexy women.—D.M., Madison, Wisconsin
HOW TO HANDLE PRESSURE
I love reading letters about women who are slaves, since I have been one myself for the past two years.
I am a twenty-six-year-old female. I am also a high school teacher. The pressure of my job caused me to lose many friends and divorce my husband. I asked my friend Clara, who is twenty-five years old. She is also a teacher at my school. I asked her, how she handles the pressure. She told me to come home with her the following Friday. She told me that I must not tell anyone about what I would see nor what would be done, and I had to do anything I was told to do.
When we got to Clara's house we went into the master bedroom, where I was told by Clara to strip down to my bra and panties. Clara did the same. Then we headed for the basement, where we waited for Clara's husband, Jason, to come home from work. I asked Clara what was going to happen, but she told me not to ask any questions. When Jason finally arrived, he told Clara to remove her panties and bra and lay across the pool table. Then he pulled out a long strap from the closet and gave her twenty-five whacks with it as I watched. Her ass was turning crimson red as she cried out, twisting and jerking under each blow.
When he was finished with Clara, Jason turned to me and told me to remove my panties and bra, which I did. Then I lay down across his knee and he gave me fifteen whacks. In my case he used his open hand, since it was my first spanking. He told me that as the weeks went by, I would get spanked in the same manner Clara did. After the spanking, Jason took our bras and panties with him upstairs and told us that they would not be returned until we stopped crying.
After a couple of months of this treatment I was invited to live with Clara and Jason. I eventually told them that I would, but not until I had mulled the idea over in my mind for a couple of weeks. I decided that the idea excited me. That's how I became Jason and Clara's personal slave.
The relationship dictates that I obey all the rules they set up for me. I must not speak unless I am spoken to first. I must address Jason as “sir” or “master,” and Clara as “mistress” when we are at home. Before I go to work on Mondays, Jason uses a studded strap on me so that I can't sit down properly for two whole days. He also bought a special bra for me. This bra is made with metal wire, so if my tits become hard the wire juts into my nipples. It can become very painful. I must wear panties that have the day of the week printed on them. If I wear the wrong panties I am given a quick, hard spanking, and I am not allowed to wear any panties for the rest of the day.
; Since I am not allowed to have any pubic hair, I must keep my legs and pussy clean-shaven at all times. Jason can check my pussy at any time, so I make sure I'm prepared.
Jason likes me to keep a dildo up my pussy while I work. During my lunch break Clara and I go into the staff restroom. I lift up my skirt so that she can check to make sure the dildo is still in place. She is allowed to remove it and fondle me if she wants to, and most times she does.
After our workday I must take a shower with Clara. Jason orders me to masturbate as Clara feels my tits. Then I must masturbate Clara. The only sex I am allowed to have is with Clara or other women. When I have sex with another woman, Jason and Clara watch. When Jason and Clara are having sex, I must watch. During these times I masturbate, and then I must eat Clara's pussy. After she is satisfied I am tied spread-eagle to the bed. Clara straps on a dildo and enters my pussy. When she is finished I am turned over on my stomach. She places a pillow underneath me to prop my ass up in the air. Then she slowly enters my asshole, thrusting back and forth until I cry out in both pain and pleasure.
Often Jason rents adult movies. I must watch them with him and masturbate openly for Clara and Jason. After the movie, Jason duplicates with me what was done to the Woman in the movie.
Clara made up a game that I play with her. She makes me dress up like a little girl while she pretends to be my mother. She tells me I am a bad little girl and she must spank me to make me mind my manners. I lay down across her knees as she lifts up my skirt and pulls my panties down. Then she promptly gives me a spanking with a hairbrush. As she is whacking me I must cry out, “Please, Mommy, I'll be a good girl!” After I am disciplined, Clara takes off her dress and panties, and orders me to stop crying and eat her pussy. If I break any of her rules I get punished. And when I get punished by Clara, she gives me a bare-bottom spanking with a hard, wooden paddle.
When I get punished by Jason he takes me into the basement, where I am tied up, wrists together, and hooked to a chain that is hanging from the ceiling. He puts clothespins on my tits and pussy. Then he takes a whip to my ass. Afterward he removes the clothespins from my pussy and gives me ten whacks with a wooden ruler.
Even though I am a slave to Jason and Clara, it is clear that I am able to leave at any time. But I choose to stay.—Y.T., Seattle, Washington
BETTER THAN GOOD
My girlfriend Sophie recently moved to another state for a few months to take a job. I miss her a great deal, but our reunions on weekends have been spectacular.
First let me tell you about Sophie. She's five-feet-four, weighs about one hundred pounds, has long jet-black hair, and is in terrific shape (she used to be a gymnast). But the thing I love most about Sophie is her imagination. She's willing to try anything, and our sex life has become increasingly wild and exciting. In the course of this, I discovered that she likes to be overpowered and “forced” to have sex.
On her most recent trip back here, I picked her up at the airport on Friday evening, but instead of rushing her back to my apartment, as she expected, I took her to dinner. We both knew what was coming, and as we sat, eating and talking, I knew she was getting wet with anticipation.
When we finally arrived at the apartment, I was very formal and stern with her as I sat her on the couch. “Sophie,” I said, “you've been gone for three weeks and you've neglected my cock. You know you'll have to be punished for that.”
“No, please don't,” she pouted. “I've been good.”
“Good? I lie here at night aching for you, and you say you've been good? Now pull down your pants and climb across my lap. You're going to be spanked.” I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her across me.
With one hand, I reached under her and unbuttoned her pants, which I quickly yanked down to expose her lovely, tiny bottom. I ran my hand over the soft skin for a moment. Then, holding her by the nape of the neck with one hand, with the other hand I slapped her bottom, first softly, then with more force, until her pale white cheeks turned pink and she began to moan.
I paused for a moment to remove her pants completely. “Spread your legs,” I told her.
She obeyed, and I ran my hand up her thigh to feel her pussy. She was soaking wet. “This excites you, doesn't it?” I said.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. I released her neck and used that hand to continue her spanking as I gently stroked her clit with my other hand. Her legs parted even more. She was squirming now and making the little noises she makes, the noises that always get me hard.
“Okay, baby,” I said, stroking her. “You're very wet. You need to come. Go ahead, babe. Give it to me. Come hard.”
It didn't take long. Her pent-up sexual energy needed some release. She went stiff for an instant and then her entire body began to quiver. With a long, agonizing moan, she pushed her cunt onto my hand and came, soaking my fingers with her juices.
I let her recover for a few seconds while I removed my clothes and rest of hers. I sat back on the couch and told her to kneel in front of me. She did so, meekly. “Now take my cock between your lips,” I said. “I want to come in your mouth.”
“No! I ...” But before she could complete her protest, I grabbed her by the hair and forced my cock into her mouth.
Sophie loves to give head, and once she had the taste of it, her natural inclinations took over. I sat back and enjoyed it— the way she licked, sucked, and flicked her tongue back and forth on the underside of my rod. She took me almost to the peak, then looked up at me, into my eyes, and slid my rock-hard tool slowly all the way down her throat. That finished me. I had wanted her for weeks. Grabbing her hair with both hands, I fucked her mouth until my come exploded down her throat.
I lifted her head and looked into her face. Her eyes were glazed. “I know you're still very wet,” I said. “I'm not done with you.” And with that, I lifted her into my arms and carried her into the bedroom, where I laid her on the bed.
She was limp. I had tied a set of handcuffs to the bed with a length of rope, and I now fastened the cuffs around her wrists. Her eyes opened very wide.
“What are you going to do?” she asked.
“I've missed you,” I said. “And now you're mine. Turn over.”
She hesitated. “You're not going to spank me, are you?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“Please don't.”
I flipped her over, slid my legs under her, and began spanking her still-pink bottom, harder this time, until she squirmed and cried out and begged me to stop. I put my hand between her legs and felt her pussy. She was even wetter than before. “You need to come some more, don't you, babe?” I asked. She didn't answer.
I turned her on her back and spread her legs. Sophie's cunt was glistening with her juices. I teased her a bit by running my tongue up her thighs to her dripping pussy and licking the lips of her snatch, but stopping just short of her aching clit.
She moaned pitifully. “Please ...” she begged. “Please ...”
Abruptly, I slid two fingers into her cunt and flicked my tongue furiously back and forth over her hard clit. She came instantly. Her pussy contracted around my fingers and she called out my name. She was twisting and wriggling and fighting me until, again, her whole body trembled and she drenched my hand and the bed with her come.
This time I gave her no rest. The taste of her juices had reinvigorated me, and I climbed atop her and slid my cock into her soft, wet hole. I'd never felt anything like it. She was still coming, and the muscles of her cunt were contracting spasmodically around my stiff rod.
I lifted her legs over my shoulders for deeper penetration and fucked her hard and slow, plunging all the way into her and sliding almost all the way out, savoring her grasping, tight snatch.
She was just making noises now, unable to speak complete words. Her long black hair lay tousled about her head. I'd never seen her more beautiful.
I buried my cock in her and rested for a moment, then I kissed her. “If I release your hands, will you do as you're told?”
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p; “I'll do anything you want,” she said. I reached for the key on the bedside table and removed the handcuffs. I slid my cock out of her.
“Turn over,” I said. “I want you on your hands and knees.” She did so. “Now reach between your legs and play with yourself,” I told her. “I want to see how you make yourself come.”
She needed no further encouragement. Starting slowly at first, she stroked her clit, occasionally slipping two fingers into her pussy to wet them. She was moaning now and rotating her bottom, inviting me to enter her. She was putting on a show for me.
I took the jar of Vaseline from the bedside table and applied some along the length of my rod, then slid two greased fingers between the cheeks of her lovely bottom and, ever so gently, into her ass. I held them there for a moment as she continued to finger her clit. She was breathing very quickly. She was in a frenzy of anticipation.
I removed my fingers and placed the head of my cock against her asshole. I was in a frenzy myself, but I knew I had to take it slowly so as not to hurt her.
I rubbed it up and down over the tightest of her holes, then pushed firmly until the head popped into her ass. She groaned.
“It hurts a bit,” she said.
“Do you want me to stop?”
After a pause, she answered, “No.” She continued to play with her clit, more furiously now, as I gradually buried my cock all the way into her ass. I held it there as she brought herself closer and closer to orgasm.
Finally, I reached around and replaced her fingers with my own, and that did it. She came. She came hard, in a screaming, squirming, moaning fit of pleasure. It was all I could do to hold her down as the orgasm swept through her body.
“Now fuck me,” she begged. “Please fuck me. Please. Hard. Shoot it in my ass.”
I lay on top of her, flattening her on the bed, still holding her down and slamming my pole into her until I couldn't hold it anymore.
With one last plunge, I buried my cock deep in her ass as she wiggled her bottom and sucked my come into her hot little hole. I was shaking. It seemed to take forever. It seemed to come from the base of my spine.
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