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I didn't recognize the e-mail address. I didn't recognize the people in the photo, either. But that was the whole point, wasn't it ? This was my Big Experiment. I was bored with my life and everything in it. Nashville wasn't the big city I used to think it was. I felt smothered. Being married was no picnic. My husband made a good living, but he was never home. I loved my children, but I missed the socialization and stimulation of talking to grown-ups and having a career.
Our sex life was barely there. We did the same old boring things all the time. Richard didn't care as long as he was able to pop his nut. He had no imagination and was too tired to listen to my fantasies. I decided that I needed to spice things up. So I talked Richard into taking some nude photos of me. Just posing for them had made me horny as hell. One night when he'd been working late, I'd gotten really smashed and had posted the hottest ones to one of the fetish websites I occasionally visited. I received a reply within minutes.
The smiling couple in the photo looked nice enough. In fact, the man was sort of handsome. His wife had a nice body, although I took immense pride in the fact that my own body was firmer. Other than that, they were pretty nondescript. Yeah, ok - I took a deep breath and decided to stop thinking about it and just go ahead and do it. They'd invited me to drop by Friday night to meet, have a few drinks, see if there was any chemistry. Okie dokie then - it was a done deal.
Richard was working and the children were off spending the weekend with my parents the night I drove over to meet Matt and Carol. I was curious about their house because they lived in one of the most expensive neighborhoods around. As I drove up the long, winding driveway of the spacious grounds, I couldn't help being a little jealous.
Once in the house, I was even more impressed. They'd definitely splashed out some serious cash on their furnishings; everything was luxurious and top-quality. I parked myself on the edge of the couch and sipped at my vodka gimlet. I looked at Carol and suddenly felt overdressed. The other woman's huge and lush breasts were spilling out of her tight top - and her skirt was short enough and tight enough I could tell that she had no panties on.
It started off civil enough. After we'd chatted awhile and shared a few drinks, Carol got up and started dancing. Then Matt got up and danced with her, pulling her shirt over her head, cupping her breasts in his big hands and rubbing her nipples. Carol threw her head back and spread her legs wide apart. Matt stood behind her, mashing his body up against her. He kissed her neck and roughly jiggled a breast in each hand. He flicked the tips of her nipples with his thumbs. I felt myself beginning to get wet between my legs and was wondering how to put myself in the action when Matt suggested we all go downstairs to their party room.
He went downstairs first and made some more gimlets. Carol danced over to me and pulled me up off the couch. She rubbed up against me and danced me downstairs. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the light, or rather the lack of it . . . the room was mostly dark except for a couple of several strategically-placed red lights.
Carol put some music on and suggested we dance. She finished her drink in one gulp and began gyrating madly in my general direction. She really did have an awesome body. She shook her big, bouncy titties at me, then reached over and surprised me by grabbing my ass.
I finished my drink and leaned forward, fully intending to kiss her when I felt Matt grab me roughly from behind. "Bitch ! Did anyone tell you it was OK to kiss my wife ? I didn't give you permission - and she didn't, either."
Before I knew what was happening, he'd pulled me over his lap and had pulled my skirt up. For a few minutes, he rubbed my ass through my thin panties, then he yanked them down around my knees. Carol was giggling and kneeling in front of me. She grabbed my hands and held them tight. Matt held my legs down with one arm, and began spanking my bare bottom with his other hand. I tried to squirm, but Carol was holding my hands securely.
He worked rythymically, spanking first the right asscheek, then the left - increasing the intensity with each swat. I'd tried not to, but I was crying because it hurt - it was hurting both my bottom and my pride. Matt's hands were huge. And to be in this position was humiliating - I hadn't been spanked since I was a kid. My ass was beginning to burn uncomfortably - but to my great surprise, I could feel my pussy getting damp and slimy.
He spread my legs apart and rudely shoved a finger up my cunt. It slid in easily. He pulled it out and rubbed it under my nose . . . "Smell yourself, you little whore", he whispered into my ear - before taking up the spanking again - this time using a heavy wooden hairbrush Carol had handed him. I tried to stop crying because I could tell they were enjoying this. My ass was getting hotter and hotter with each and every swat. And my pussy was getting wetter and wetter. I wanted something in it.
All of a sudden, Matt jerked me to my feet and snapped a pair of cold steel handcuffs on my wrists. He quickly yanked my arms up over my head and fastened the handcuffs to a hook suspended from the ceiling. Then he yanked my panties and skirt down around my ankles and pulled them off. With one fluid motion, he ripped my shirt off my body, threw it on the floor and kicked it across the room. I had to stand on tippy-toe to keep the handcuffs from cutting into my wrists.
Matt and Carol each grabbed an ankle and fastened it in a padded ankle spreader. I was beginning to be afraid. I'd never felt this naked and vulnerable in my whole life.
Carol knelt between my legs and giggled again. She flicked her tongue at my exposed clit a few times. I moaned and jerked involuntarily. They both laughed.
The cd had stopped playing. Carol got up and walked across the room and changed it. Matt just stood there and looked at me and laughed. That was the last thing I saw before Carol stepped behind me and covered my eyes with a blindfold. Matt slapped my ass a couple of times. "We're going to play a little game, my pet", he said. "We'll stick something up your slutty little snatch. If you guess correctly what it is, Carol will lick your clit a few times. But if you guess wrong, I'll swat your ass a few times. Well, it sounds like fun to me. Are you ready ?"
Before I had a chance to answer, I felt my pussy lips being spread open and something shoved inside. Whatever they were shoving up my twat, it was cold and uncomfortable. It was also big. As they worked it in and out of my cunt a few times though, it seemed to warm up a little. It was long and smooth, and I quickly recognized from my own masturbatory experiences that it was a cucumber. My correct guess was rewarded with three rapid licks to my exposed clit. The muscles in my thighs twitched uncontrollably. Matt said he didn't like that, and swatted my ass a few times. He sternly told me I wasn't allowed to have an orgasm during the game. If I did, I'd be shoved out the door naked without my car keys.
I couldn't recognize the next thing that was shoved up my cunt. It was smooth and hard and totally unfamiliar. I guessed it was a candle. It wasn't - it was a kiddie-sized baseball bat. Matt yanked it out of my pussy and whacked my bottom with it a few times. It was heavy and it hurt. It also made me incredibly wet.
I wasn't sure what the next object was, either. It wasn't as thick as the other things had been, but feeling it sliding in and out of my cunt felt pretty damn good. I incorrectly guessed it was some sort of cooking utensil. Matt told me that was the wrong answer, although he never did tell me what the item actually was . . .
I heard them whispering between themselves. It made me nervous. Then Matt told me since I'd gotten more wrong answers than right ones, I had a penalty to pay. I heard them moving around and became even more nervous. Then I sensed Matt standing next to me. He released my arms from their overhead position and took the handcuffs off. He forced me down on my hands and knees. Then he removed the blindfold from my eyes and tied it around my neck. He walked in front of me, pulling me behind him like a dog.
He pulled me over to a thick vinyl sheet spread on the floor. A huge padded leatherette "X" was placed right in the middle of it. Matt instructed me to lay on my back on the "X", with my legs spread and a wrist or ankle on each of the points. Carol fastened my wrists and ankles securely. I noticed she'd gotten naked. Matt was naked now, too.
He was kneeling between my spread thighs. Carol then positioned herself over me - facing him - with her cunt inches from my face. She lowered her pussy to my mouth as she leaned over and kissed Matt. He rammed his hard cock into my pussy with no preliminaries whatsoever. My tongue shot straight into her shaved and steaming cunt, even though I'd never tongued a woman before.
Carol was moaning softly as she rocked her pussy back and forth, maneuvering herself so my tongue slid up and down the length of her fat clit, then slid inside her hot box. And Matt was banging away at my cunt. I felt Carol's hips speed up their action. I felt Matt slamming away faster and faster at my pussy. His breath was beginning to come in uneven little gasps as he shot his load. Carol made several little yelping noises and then went limp. My own breathing was becoming more and more ragged as I raced towards a thundering orgasm. I closed my eyes and felt sweet release shooting through me.
Before I knew what was going on, Carol was standing over me straddling me, her shapely legs spread wide apart - and a flood of warm piss shooting from her pussy and drenching my face and hair. I sputtered, trying in vain to get a breath.
Matt pulled out of me. He slowly stood up and laughed heartily as he snaked his big toe in and out of my cunt a few times while he held his penis in his hand and stroked it once or twice before he dropped to his knees and sprayed a stream of warm piss directly into my face. When I opened my mouth to catch my breath, he filled it with piss. I choked. They both laughed.
Then Carol unfastened my wrists and ankles and Matt jerked me to my feet and pulled me stumbling through the basement and then up the stairs behind him. I was surprised to see my purse and car keys laying on the couch on top of a black raincoat that didn't belong to me. "You useless whore, put Carol's raincoat on and get the hell out of here. Be back next Friday at 7:00. And have your snatch shaved next time. I don't like all that hair." And with that, he shoved me naked on the porch and threw the coat, my purse and my keys after me. Then he slammed the door.
I was shaking as I drove home, aware that the car now stank of piss. It was after 4:00 a.m. I couldn't help but notice there were hardly any other cars on the road. I was praying I'd not get pulled over by the police - covered in piss and naked under the ill-fitting rancoat - although in my current state, I found that thought extremely arousing.
I could think of nothing else the entire week. My aching cunt was wet and hot all the time. I masturbated constantly. The humiliation of having them both stare at me just laying there on the vinyl sheel; tied up and covered in piss aroused me so much I nearly came just thinking about it. And believe me, I thought about it ALL the time . . .
I got an e-mail mid-week from Matt, telling me that the next time I came to play with them, I should wear Carol's pissy raincoat with nothing underneath it.
When I showered Friday evening before returning to their house, I carefully shaved my pussy. I'd never had a bald snatch before, and I inspected my naked cunt in the mirror for a long, long time, spreading my pussy lips apart. I fingered myself, sliding my finger in and out of my cunt and rubbing my clit until I came. It didn't take long. I loved the slick, smooth feeling. It felt so damn good, I just couldn't stop playing with my clit.
I'm sure I was a hazard on the roads as I drove across town to their house. My newly-shaven pussy kept me in such a constant state of arousal it was incredible. My clit felt huge. The car reeked of piss. I couldn't concentrate on where I was and what I ought to be doing because in my mind, I was spread-eagled on that basement floor, bound by my wrists and ankles to that big padded "X". I made myself come just by rocking back and forth and nearly wrecked the car.
I was at their house soon enough, met at the door by a naked and giggling Carol, who immediately pulled her coat from my shoulders. Matt stepped out of the darkness and immediately blindfolded me again. I felt myself getting wet between the legs already. He spanked my ass a few times and then worked a finger in and out of my dripping pussy. I came almost immediately.
He wasted no time smacking my ass harder and telling me he was displeased with me. Before I knew it, my arms were pulled in back of me and I was handcuffed again. Then I was shrieking in pain because nipple clamps had been attached to both of my nipples, and they hurt like hell. The pain was unreal. I begged Matt to take the clamps off. I promised him I'd do ANYthing if he'd just take them off and make the pain stop.
He laughed and told me he'd take me at my word. Then he pulled me across the floor by my hair and pushed me down onto a big padded bench. I was bent over it on my hands and knees and fastened to it by my wrists and ankles. Matt spanked my ass with a hairbrush until I had a thundering orgasm, my naked clit grinding itself into the bench with each swat of the brush.
I heard him whispering to Carol, and I heard her soft giggles. I heard her leave, and then return. A few minutes later, Matt poked his finger into my cunt and pulled it out. He smeared some of my cunt juices around my asshole. I wiggled my bottom in anticipation. Then something long and narrow was shoved into my asshole, and soon afterwards I felt warm liquid slowly filling my rectum. "You said you'd do ANYthing, Kelly . . . and we know how you like to come . . . so we're going to give you a nice warm soapsuds enema - and then we're going to see how many orgasms we can make you have. Sounds like fun, doesn't it ? But there's a catch . . . you have to hold the enema. If you leak ANYthing, there'll be a penalty to pay. And quite a severe penalty, too . . . So if I were you, I'd do my best to hold it in."
I felt the flow of warm water stop temporarily, then begin again. It was starting to feel g-o-o-d ! I also felt Matt's big hand landing blow after blow on my bare bottom, warming it and bringing me closer to orgasm with each swat. He reached between my legs and only had to barely touch my clit before my body erupted in a massive, screaming orgasm. I was still recovering when I felt something pushing up against my open cunt and realized Carol had a vibrator pressed against my exposed clit and had turned it on. I was delirious with pleasure. I was blindfolded and bound. My ass was still hot from its spanking, my bowels were filling with warm water, my clit was being royally pleasured and my cunt was crammed full. What more could a girl want ? This orgasm rolled over me in waves. It was definately the most intense of my life.
But seconds later, my belly was beginning to cramp from the enema. My buttcheeks were hurting from being clenched as tightly as possible, and it still didn't feel tight enough. I knew I'd be leaking soon. Now Matt's fingers were expertly rubbing and twisting my clit, and I knew I was getting ready to come again. I was trying desperately not to come, but it did no good. As I exploded, I felt something warm and wet sdribbling from my asshole. I knew I was shitting myself and was really embarrassed about this and tried to clench my buttcheeks even tighter. Matt told me how angry he was and what a bad girl I was. He and Carol unfastened my wrists and ankles and took the blindfold off. Then they led me to a trashcan in the middle of the floor and instructed me to squat over it and empty my bowels while they watched. By now I was completely and utterly humiliated; I'd never shit in front of anyone before. But I couldn't help myself. After a few minutes, Carol handed me a wet washcloth and told me to clean myself up and go stand against the wall and get ready for my punishment.
I was trembling and a little scared now. I was also worn out and humiliated from being forced to take a public enema and then being made to shit myself in front of two other people. I just wanted to go home.
I was wondering where Matt had gone to when I heard him coming down the stairs. Carol instructed me to turn around and face the wall. Then she turned on a bright light, blindfolded me again and told me to kneel down, bend over and pull my cuntlips and my asscheeks apart.
A few minutes later, I felt something cold and wet touching my asshole. It was moving and I could feel it breathing. Instinctively, I moved my hands and my legs closed tight. Matt's voice was angry and it sounded like it was coming from far away. "Meet Bruiser," he said.
He removed the blindfold, grabbed me by my hair and held my head in one position. Carol was holding a leash with a mean-looking rottweiler at the end of it. Matt instructed her to back Bruiser up to my face. I panicked but Bruiser's puckered little shit-encrusted asshole was soon right in my face. "Sniff it, bitch", Matt snarled at me. I gagged. He laughed. "You're lucky. I'm in a good mood, so I'm going to give you a choice. You can either tongue Bruiser's asshole and then give him a nice blowjob - or you can fuck my dog."
My brain couldn't comprehend what my ears were hearing. My pussy seemed to understand, though - because in spite of my disgust, my cunt began throbbing and burning. "Well sugar, I can't wait forever for you to make up your mind - so I've made it up for you. You're going to take my dog's penis in your mouth and suck it until you make him hard. Then you're going to take his huge diggie dick into your bald skanky cunt and fuck him until you both come. Don't worry - we know you've never done this before. Carol and I are going to help."
Then Carol maneuvered Bruiser so his dick was positioned right in front of my mouth. I'm still not sure exactly what made me open my mouth, but I did. I was horrified - at what I was doing - not to mention embarrassed and ashamed of myself, but I was even more ashamed and embarrassed at how horny I was getting sucking a dog off. My cunt was on fire. I think I gave Bruiser a better blowjob than I'd given Richard in months.
"OK, That's enough of that," Matt yanked my hair and Carol moved Bruiser away from me. The moment I saw Bruiser's hard prick, I was really grossed out at what I'd just done. I'd never felt like such a slut before.
Matt snapped handcuffs around my wrists, one on each side of a heavy table leg. He shoved my head and boobs down onto the table. Then he grabbed one of my thighs and Carol grabbed the other one, pulling my legs wide apart and spreading my cuntlips. Bruiser knew what to do. He mounted me in no time. I was freaking out. His big doggie dick slid into my dripping cunt easily. My mind kept screaming at how wrong this was, but my raging cunt seemed to have a different opinion. Just the thought that my snatch was stuffed full of doggie cock was enough to push me over the edge. I screamed as I came - huge, rolling waves of ecstacy that left me shuddering uncontrollably.
Bruiser and I were locked together tight. I noticed a warm pool of doggie drool collecting on my back. Bruiser's big rottweiler prick was completely plugging my hot pussy. The big dog and I were moving together in perfect unison. I tried not to think about how good it felt. Now he was fucking me faster and faster. My hole was getting a real workout. Then I felt Bruiser's hot jism spurting; filling my cunt. I came again immediately - another screaming, jerking orgasm that seemed to go on forever. Then I collapsed in tears on the table. Matt and Carol released their grip on my thighs.
I cried for awhile, oblivious to everything that was going on around me. When his knob finally went down, Carol led Bruiser away. Matt patted my head and asked how I felt. I told him I just wanted to go home and forget this night ever happened. He laughed and jerked my head up off the table. He was kneeling in back of me, using his legs to keep my legs spread open. He stuck a finger in my pussy and smeared Bruiser's cum on my clit as he rubbed and twisted it mercilessly.
Carol returned to the room and put her laptop on the table in right front of my face and turned it on. I tried to turn my head, but Matt held it in place. I broke out in a cold sweat as I stared at the screen and watched myself take Bruiser's big cock into my mouth and greedily suck on it. Waves of shame mixed with waves of release as Matt's fingers tweaked my clit just right and I saw myself being mounted by a rottweiler. I rode one more tremendous orgasm to the end.
"This is one night you're never going to be able to forget," Matt whispered into my ear. "You'll be surprised at some of the places our sweet little movie will be showing up at . . . "
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