Catfight Chronicles Ch. 01

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's note: This series has been a failure. I know. I know. I am writing for free. There is no skin in the game. In reality, there are no strings attached. That said, this series has been a failure. What was supposed to be weekly, episodical, and developmental of both character and world has flopped. Instead, it is disjointed, sporadically updated (if at all), and in dire need of retconning. The good news? The series is still alive. I continue to plan and reform the core ideas of what Catfight Chronicles entails. What is canon and what will be retconned is a process that begins now. Of course, I understand that this writing is first and foremost geared towards pleasure. But, I want to try and turn this into a spanning urban fantasy/fantasy saga. So, delays, jarring retcons, and mistakes will happen. If you are invested in this series, I apologize. Nonetheless, the show will go on. All previous chapters are considered non-canon. I will borrow from them, and leave them up as I understand they can still be reread. But, for all intents and purpose, the story begins anew.

A second author's note: Trigger warning. Catfighting is innately about submission and reluctance. Humiliation and violence are part of it.

Lover's Quarrel

Sex is forbidden. Violence is forgotten. All that remains is the art of both: Sexfighting.

Air dense in sweat and grease filled Guinevere's lungs. She exhaled, and shouted.

"Ýou can do it, baby! Kick her ass!"

This was more for Guinevere than Aisling, of course. Shouting flooded the arena. The crowd was equally split. Half for the redhead fury, half for the blonde belle. When one girl got the upper hand, half the stadium erupted, cheering, chanting, stomping on the steel-grating floor. When the other girl got on top, the other half erupted.

This had gone on for the better part of thirty minutes and both girls panted. Sweat slicked their naked bodies as they scissored each other in the center of the fight ring. Juices trickled from their slick-wet cunts. Their expressions deepened, each girl's eyes instinctively closed, each girl biting their lower lip till it might bleed, each girl clinging to an orgasm desperately trying to get away.

Guinevere cupped her hands to her mouth and shouted again. "Hold strong! Hold strong, baby! Fuck her hard!"

This fight meant more to her than anyone else in the arena, save for the fighters... and one other.

The redheaded fury, the emerald eyed beauty--Aisling--was Guinevere's sweetheart.

Was the love of her life.

The one that completed her.

The one she woke up to and kiss good morning and the one she laughed with in bed until she was too tired to keep her eyes open.

Aisling.

Her smile was the fire in a room. Her tender body and supple ass made Guinvere hot under the collar. Her eyes made Guinevere's heart flutter. Her.. Aisling was everything. Is everything.

And she battled her heart out in the middle of a ring for more than prize money or the tournament.

She battled for love.

The blonde belle, Aubrey, was vicious in the pre-fight building, or when fighters give interviews for the entire previous week. It was typical at the beginning. Aubrey mocked Aisling's breasts, and though admittedly smaller, the two fighters received a similar perkiness score.

While Aubrey had round double D's and Aisling had double C's, both pairs of tits were firm, pliable, and bounced back quick.

In return, Aisling bluntly told the press Aubrey's ass was flat. This is not true, exactly, but prefights are notoriously exaggerated. It is part of the fun and gets bigger crowds. There was, however, a truth to Aisling's taunt.

And it was Aisling's own ass. It. Was. Legend. Perfectly round, toned yet pillow-like. When Aisling wore panties, they disappeared quickly and one of Guinevere's favorite games was...

Guinevere lurched forward. The crowd's volume had dropped. The only thing Guinevere heard were restrained moans, wet slapping, and heaving pants. The fight turned yet again and Aisling had tossed her head back, her face a mix of deep pleasure. Pleasure so leashed, her cunt was from holding it in.

Aisling blushed, her cheeks nearly matching her blood red hair, and if her eyes were open, she would be staring at the ceiling lights.

She locked her eyes shut. She needed to. She needed to imagine something else, anything else, to take her away from here.

Her entire body was hot. Her hard nipples burned, her vulva simmered like an iron in a fire, and her clit was ecstatic. It was overloaded. She was overloaded. Her ragged breathing and heartbeat, her aching muscles, her tight body deformed over itself to pin her orgasm down and hold it in the doorway.

But her cunt drooled. It begged. It pleaded. She pleaded. As if she were a strong being pulled tighter and tighter till it frayed.

She held. She had held for nearly thirty minutes, but unfortunately, so had Aubrey. The vicious bitch.

Aisling felt a knew sensation, a rough tug on her hair. She opened her eyes and saw Aubrey, reaching forward and taking a fistful of blood-red hair.

Aubrey grinned. "Look at me, bitch. I want to see it in your eyes when you lose."

Aubrey's chest swelled with pride. She was winning. In a few seconds, she would win. Aisling barely held her self up with one hand while the other hand vaguely waved in the air, as if the redhead fury was going for a nipple or breast attack... but was too horny to concentrate on it.

Aubrey wanted to see Aisling's teary eyes as she surrendered her orgasm. This was only fair.

The prefight buildup had been extraordinarily venomous. Aisling told the public what they were already thinking. Aubray had a flat ass.

In comparison to Aisling's ass, the rolling hills of Ireland were flat. It was unfair and that unfairness when compared to perfection danced on Aubrey's insecurities. Her ass was in another league, a far lower league. It was without question.

She consoled herself throughout the week, noting her own breasts were a size bigger. But Aisling's breasts were not far behind.

No.

In all criteria, Aubrey and Aisling were equal or close to equal, except for ass, and that made Aisling the sexier girl.

Aubrey hated her for this. So much so that the night before the fight, during the final interview, she...

Aubrey had regretted it after. What she did was also unfair. Childish even. But she noted the flaws on Aisling's fiancé, Guinevere.

Guinevere was always by Aisling's side. In truth, it was sweet. That made Aubrey angry too. She was jealous.

Guinevere... Whoa, now there's a uggo. To give credit where credit is due, Aisling could do better. Way better.

She saw Aisling's face boil with rage and Guinvere's mouth drop with shock.

Aubrey continued. I mean she is a tooth pick. No tits, no ass. Probably a wrinkled, stinkin' cunt.

She kept it up until Aisling leapt from her seat and had to be held back. DON'T BRING HER INTO THIS, YOU BITCH! She screamed through her thick brogue.

This fight was personal. Well, all catfights were. It is unavoidable. But this one more so. Aubrey looked to the side and saw Guinevere at the edge of her seat, dark curly bangs brushed back, ashen skin flushed with fear.

Then Aubrey looked to the other side and... her heart dropped. Not watching the fight but rather casually counting a thick wad of cash was her own lover, the Baron.

He was a stout man, usually dressed in a cape or long coat, and wore frilly hats both in and outside the manor. Aubrey stared at him as Aisling was in the final throes of cumming, her body beginning to involuntarily twitch, her cunt brimming with juices.

Aubrey stared blankly. Her own lover, too distracted with betting. She looked back at Aisling. The redhead fury's usual ashen skin was so blushed, it nearly matched her hair.

Veins popped in the side of her neck as her teeth clenched. Strands of hair stuck to the layer of sweat on her skin.

And Aubrey, without warning, collapsed. Her cunt relaxed and an orgasm bellowed out. Juice sprayed all over a surprised Aisling, who, immediately after pushed away and cupped her own cunt. It burned.

She rolled on the ground, leaving a trail of sweat, almost all of her hair stuck to her back now, cupping it, soothing it. Coaxing the orgasm to cool off. And as the crowd began to cheer, it was as if an ethereal hand petted her, releasing--some--of the tension. She lay on her back, looking up.

She would have seen the ceiling lights, but instead she saw another light. Her light. Guinevere.

Guinevere hopped out of her seat the second Aubrey came and pushed her way into the ring. She knelt over Aisling. She knew better than to touch her right after a fight. Right after she was that hot.

But she could still smile.

"Had me worried, baby." She said tenderly.

Aisling wanted to say she had this in the bag. Aisling wanted to reassure Guinevere. Aisling wanted to... fuck. She wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her brown-eyed fiancé. To rend her soft skin with long, red nails and bite at her shoulder and neck. She wanted to dive into Guinevere, but luckily, she was too tired to move.

As both fight camps rushed to the stage, the fight priestess entered the ring and examined first Aubrey, then Aisling's, cunt. She raised her staff.

"TONIGHT'S WINNER IS AISLING."

She lowered the staff and knelt beside Aisling, and across from Guinevere.

"As per the special request of both fight parties..." Her eyes glimmered in lust and jealousy beneath her hood. "Take your prize." She licked her lips and motioned to Aubrey.

The Baron stood above her. His chubby cheeks and thin lips curled into a frown. He stared at Aubrey with a look of dismay. Aubrey stared back at him, blankly.

She was shattered, weak, and in pieces.

"Rules are rules." He scoffed. He tossed a few bills onto her slowly rising chest. "Get yourself back when they finish."

He turned and left the ring.

Aubrey lay in silence.

When she came to Aisling, it was an awkward thing; she fell back lightly but uncontrolled, like a leaf plucked from a branched. When she came, she did not make a sound. Not a whimper. It just came out.

For years, she trained and fought. And for months, she resisted the urge to cum herself to pieces so she could be stronger, so her sex magic could develop and she could win this tournament. And for all that time, she thought the Baron truly cared.

That he truly wanted her in his life.

Sure, his cold demeanor made his emotions reserved, but he was a businessman. He was reserved.

That did not mean he was not caring.

He did leave money for her to get home. She weakly lifted her hand and grabbed the bills off her sweaty chest. He does care. Tears welled in her eyes.

Aisling's orgasm receded, or went back into hiding. That was as far as it could go, if she wanted to be a catfighter.

Sex is forbidden.

Every day, Aisling wrestles with her need to cum. It is a carnal itch that never strays or takes a day off. It is there. Always. Even in brief reprieves of distraction, it is in the background and comes back ever stronger when she remembers.

Sex. For now, she denies it and her power grows.

And Guinevere is there with her, holding her hand, coaxing her through the bad nights, giving her the strength to keep her lust fastened.

Guinevere, herself, does not tread the path of the warrior. She relinquishes any chance of sex magic when she cums--by Aisling's fingers or scissoring--and accepts it for what it is: Simple bliss.

Aisling, with Guinvere's help, stood up. People chattered lively about the fight. The announcer blazed over the microphone. Tonight's fight had been one for the books, and was sure to be the talk of Guinevere and Aisling's home street for the coming week. But now, it was down to business.

Guinevere and Aisling slowly approached Aubrey, who had not budged from the floor. She did not move her head, but moved her eyes down and watched them approach.

The two lovers stood above her for a few moments before Aisling planted a foot on Aubrey's tits and began lightly mashing them. Aisling raised her fist into the air and screamed her clan's battle cry.

She mashed Aubrey's tits harder.

Aubrey didn't move.

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Guinevere finished the knot and stood up. She admired her handiwork. Aubrey was hog-tied, hanging in the air, her mouth gagged, her eyes covered, clamps on her nipples, and already, cum dripped on the floor.

"Guin, honey..." Aisling walked into the room and began ogling. "This is..."

Guinevere looked back and smiled. "I know, I know. But... It was your birthday last week and you were too busy training and..." Guinevere ran her fingers shyly over the back of her neck. "Well, I know you like doing this to me so I thought..." She blushed.

Aisling stepped forward and put a finger Guinevere's lips. "Shhh, baby. Its perfect."

Wind rattled the window. The room was cold, but it was always cold. Each girl's nipples were hard and each girl knew what happened next.

Aisling walked behind Aubrey and knelt. In front of Aisling was a view so perfect, so divine, it made Aisling begin to get wet. Aubrey's womanhood, open for display like a painting on a wall.

Aisling grabbed Aubrey's thighs and pulled the belle closer. In a low voice, "At the fight, neither of us came for six months. We are... were, roughly equal."

Guinevere knelt beside Aisling.

Aisling continued. "I know I have three orgasms and a victorix. I bet you have the same. Now the question: How much do I take?"

Aisling looked at Guinevere.

Guinevere shrugged. "Deal is a deal. Fat bastard Baron agreed and gifted he-"

Aubrey struggled for the first time in the bondage. In a muffled voice, she tried to snap at them. She tried to tell them not to call the Baron that.

Instead, gagging, gurgling noises, and then Aisling and Guinevere's laughter.

"Blonde bitch really doesn't like it when you call fat bastard Baron... fat bastard Baron." Aisling smirked, a devilish twinkle in her green eyes.

Aubrey struggled again, only succeeding in rattling a chain, before falling still again, drool from her mouth reaching to the floor.

Guinevere put a hand on Aisling's shoulder. "If you drink her, you will be going to the big leagues months ahead of schedule. You are already..." Guinevere paused, looking up and down Aisling's body. Ever since they left the fight, she seemed stronger. More vigorous. And she was.

Few things grew sex magic like winning catfights. Fewer things grew sex magic like drinking your opponent's cum.

But they were in a world of heroes and villains. Each day, new girls got stronger, new powers were discovered, and new names hit the news.

But there were also old names. Girls who had not cum in years and their powers were unimaginable.

Aisling chose this path.

Aisling put her hand on Guinevere's. "What do you think, love?"

Guinevere looked down. She did not want to say it.

Aisling faintly smiled and lifted Guinevere's face by the chin. "Tell me, love. It's okay."

Guinevere sighed. "Its just, you are barely understanding your power and I'm not a fighter but I know it takes time. Like, training. You need to know what you have. And... Yeah." She tried to smile, sheepishly.

Aisling nodded. "Yeah. I know."

Both of the knew it, but did not say it. Aisling almost came that match. In fact, she should have cum that match. Aisling knew it. Guinevere knew it by the look on Aisling's face. It was the face she made just before she need to rub her cunt with an ice pack to stifle an orgasm.

It was the face she made right before she was a dripping mess.

Both of them knew.

Aisling inserted her fingers into Aubrey. Aubrey moaned, gently.

Aisling began fingering. Aubrey moaned louder. Part of her wanted to resist.

Part of the belle wanted to hold tight and maybe they would stop. Maybe she would get a rematch. Maybe the Baron would work something out since the match was so close.

Aisling put another finger in.

Aubrey's head went back. She shook in her bondage, beginning to swing slightly in the air.

But no. It was futile. Another orgasm rose in Aubrey, this one weaker than her last but still potent. Aisling guessed it right. Three orgasms and a victorix. That is what Aubrey built up in the months of constant edging and training. Three, solid, juicy orgasms.

When she came during the match, that was two months of edging. This orgasm would cost her another month. All her hard work, her commitment to not cumming, was nothing now.

Aisling fingered harder. Aubrey's cunt shivered. The orgasm was near.

"You can hold it in for as long as you want, girly, but we have all night." Aisling reached around with her other hand and pinched the skin right above Aubrey's clit. As Aisling began twisting, Aubrey's entire body shivered. She shook in her bondage, swinging wider and wider while Aisling continued fingering and twisting.

The second orgasm came.

Aisling managed to fit another finger and started twisting the other direction. During the fight, during the standing portions, Aubrey really liked doing this to Aisling.

Twisting her vulva and the skin around her cunt, even plucking some red pubes.

Aubrey's last orgasm brimmed. It was there and coming fast.

Tears streamed down Aubrey's face. She howled despite the gag in her mouth, then choked on her own spit.

She did not know it but Guinevere was beneath her, getting ready.

The curly haired brunette reached up and undid the clamps on Aubrey's nipples. Aubrey, too stimulated to think, barely recognized the relief.

Relief which was short lived.

Gradually, Guinevere began pinching Aubrey's nipples. She paused and flicked them a couple times, eliciting a yelp each time, but continued until her nails were dug in and Aubrey squirmed.

"Call me an uggo, huh?"

Guinevere yanked.

"Say I don't deserve Aisling..." Guinevere paused. Deep down, she felt she did not deserve Aisling. She did not deserve the redhead fury's strength or commitment. She did not deserve the love Aisling so freely and unabashedly gave.

But Aubrey would not be the one to say that.

Guinevere yanked, seemingly lengthening Aubrey's tits, then yanked to the sides, stretching the tits out as far as the possibly went.

Aubrey, her nipples stinging with pain, her tits stretching further than they could go, the skin of her cunt twisted and rubbed red, and her cunt full of fingers, let out another orgasm.

She never felt so weak in her life. Though she was bound and held up, she felt like she was falling. As if nothing could hold her up and she was in perpetual collapse.

Her muscles were not merely drained. They were lead weights, sinking to the ocean floor. Her breath rasped. Her voice cracked. All she could do was obey Aisling's fingers as her cunt involuntary came.

What was left of Aubrey belonged to Aisling, as was the warrior's code.

Aisling continued. All that was left was Aubrey's victorix, the first orgasm she resisted on her path.

If she could shake her head, she would. Yes. Futile. Yes. Useless. But she wanted to shake her head and beg any way.

All the months of training and edging and rolling in bed frustrated were ripped out and on the floor, droplets of cum glinting silver from the moonlight outside the window.

Aubrey belonged tied up and nothing more than a fuck toy, used up and dripping.

Her victorix was almost out. Her final orgasm. A final rush of pleasure, humiliation, convulsions, and... It was over.

Aisling left her fingers in Aubrey for a moment. It was warm and wet. The cunt came so many times so quickly after being denied for months that it quivered uncontrollably on her hand. Aisling love that.

Finally, she removed her fingers and stood up. She met Guinevere, also standing up, with a passionate kiss.

"Did you enjoy that, baby?" Guinevere pulled back and asked.

Aisling swallowed and nodded. She did enjoy it. She was a warrior and she fulfilled her code as a catfighter.

But, it was back. The carnal, eternal itch she accepted as she denied sex. Leaving Aubrey drained and empty left residual jealousy in Aisling, but the pride of conquering another girl, the increase in sex magic, and the admiration in Guinevere's eyes made it worth the torment.

"C'mon. I could use a cuddle." Aisling lightly kissed Guinevere again and led her to bed.

Girls' Night Out - Ch. 01

 

It was the 90's. Buffalo shoes and white trumpet pants where prevalent on the dance floors, where the sounds of Destiny's Child and Backstreet boys gave young people an outlet to feel sexy and flirt innocently through dance moves - moves which hinted a subtle ready sexuality.

Naomi normally met up with her 4 best girlfriends at some eating place, then a stroll through the mall to maybe buy some additions to their make-up bags, and then home, usually to Naomi's', where they shared clothing and makeup tips before going out. Naomi's room always had a whiff of perfume, which these 'girls' night out' nights were more than guilty for.

Lisa usually chose bras and tops that really brought out her boobs, which along with Rebecca's were bigger than Naomi's and Chloe's.

Chloe was still too shy to really flirt, not least because of her lack of confidence, but Naomi really had started to enjoy the attention. They all went to the same college, and Rebecca had overheard some of the guys talking about Naomi's ass; how they loved the days when she wore tight pants, since they found her ass to be the hottest in school. At first Naomi had felt kind of weird about knowing this, but she soon found herself standing in front of the mirror every school morning, checking if her ass looked acceptable (not just for her, but also for the guys - an acceptability which was emerging into being codependent of both parties in her mind).

"You acting kinda shady, ain't calling me baby," Rebecca sang with Destiny's Child while straightening her hair in front of the mirror. Lisa was concentrating on getting her eye liner just right - she had, like Naomi, gone for the smokey eyes look; they had spent many hours of their lives practicing it together and on each other; now they basically went for that look every week when girls' night out was on the schedule.

Chloe sat on Naomi's bed, putting on nail polish and discretely singing along - more of an attempt to follow the girls' vibe, than for any love of the music. She found instrumental jazz more pleasing and played in the school big band.

Naomi was fighting for mirror space behind Rebecca and Lisa, trying on her new white trumpet pants. Ever since she had seen Michelle Williams wearing them, she had this urge to buy them - they looked cool and wide at the end, perfect for making her buffalo shoes sexy but not overly 'in your face'. The best thing about the pants, however, were that they were super tight around her ass, while seemingly sending out the vibe, that it's not intentional at all, since they're so spacious elsewhere. Looking in the mirror, she was more than satisfied with how she looked.

"Damn girl, your ass looks even fatter than mine," Lisa laughed, which said a lot, because Lisa was overweight and had a big fat ass. "What push-up bras do for my boobs; those pants do for your ass-cheeks!"

"Is it too much?" Naomi asked while she looked in the mirror pulling the pants up, to get the biggest effect possible for the other girls to make an honest assessment on.

"Noo," Rebecca said, "If I had an ass like that, I'd proudly show it off. I'd even...." She stood up, lifted one leg out, like a dog does when it pees, and let out a low rumbly fart ..." proudly."

The girls looked at each other in a kind of shock for a second, then burst out laughing. Rebecca was laughing the hardest, lying on the floor almost gasping for air.

"Chloe hand me the perfume please," Naomi giggled.

"I told you we should have gone for sushi," Lisa chuckled, "I've been to the bathroom 3 times to fart, but you can wave goodbye to that curtesy, when it's not reciprocated."

"Imagine if the guys in class saw you like that," Chloe said, seemingly at bit skeptical of the spontaneous arrival of fart humor.

Rebecca, who by now had calmed a bit down and was adding the final touches to her makeup, looked at Chloe in the mirror, "Then I'd tell them to deal with it, since they probably are way worse. Imagine how it must be at their gaming nights, when all they do is sit at the computer, eat pizza and drink sodas?"

"Totally," Lisa said, "I mean, if I could just be myself and..." Lisa stopped talking and looked up toward the ceiling. It looked like she was searching for a word to complete her sentence, but suddenly, she too let out a fart - a higher pitch than Rebecca's fart, but still just as commanding. She spoke louder than before, while the girls were laughing, "Then I would fart like that everyday in class. But no, I must sit there like a tamed woman whose social reputation is dependent on NOT farting, because that's not something to do in public. But the second we get home and are alone in our rooms, we let out farts like there is no tomorrow. Funny part of it is, that we all do it!"

"That actually makes a lot of sense. It really seems like you have given it a lot of thought," Naomi said kind of teasingly.

"I have!" Lisa proclaimed. "Feminism should maybe focus more on actual female illusions being challenged, instead of just... say armpit hair!"

Lisa had always been the most politically active of the girls, and since her sociology class last year, she had become very interested in societal gender norms and feminism.

"It's not like I'm saying, 'pay women more' for the same job. I'm just saying, don't put us on a non-existing pedestal where we aren't expected to fart from time to time," Lisa explained as she took one last 'before we leave' look in the mirror.

Naomi who had always been the 'hot girl in class', and whom the stereotypical female role of being 'lady-like' would be most expected from answered, "Alright, I'm with you. So, in solidarity I..." She walked over to the door of the room, faced the girls, and while holding the doorknob, squatted down and farted... "Fart in the cause of female empowerment!"

While the girls were laughing, Chloe who had just put on her jacket said, "We should have never gone to McDonalds. Can we please go soon, before the smell of Chanel get's overpowered by your empowerment?"

They left the room and walked through the living room.

"It sure sounds like you girl are having some fun in there," Naomi's mom said, turning her head from the TV towards the girls. "Naomi, you take care, don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Sure mom, see you later," Naomi answered as the girls left the house.

In the car Chloe and Rebecca sat in the back, Lisa on the passenger's seat and Naomi drove.

"If the DJ plays 'Larger Than Life' tonight, I'm going to kiss a guy on the dance floor!" Rebecca said.

"Remember girls, if Chloe sees a guy she's interested in, we all got to help her out. Maybe tonight will be the night for that first kiss you have longed for Chloe?" Lisa well intentionally asked. What she didn't realize was that Chloe just felt stressed out and uncomfortable by being talked about in that way.

As they were driving Naomi felt kind of itchy between her ass-cheeks. Or was it sweaty? She couldn't quite put a finger on the feeling. Maybe she could squeeze in a bathroom visit after paying the clubs' entrance fee.

"Are you hoping to see Sean tonight?" Lisa asked Naomi with a smile on her face. Sean was a guy from Naomi's parallel class, and they had had an eye on each other for the past year - still quite innocently though.

"Why do you think I bought these pants?" Naomi answered as she winked at Lisa, "But no farting in front of him!"

Laughingly they arrived at the club and started going up the stairs to the entrance. The doorman checked all their ID's, and in they went. It was already pretty crowded, and there was a line of people waiting to hand over their jackets to the wardrobe. Suddenly Naomi felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around and there stood Sean.

"Hey Naomi, nice to see you here!"

"Hi Sean, you too. All good?"

"Yeah. Why don't you come join me for a cigarette? I'm sure your girlfriends can take your coat while we step outside for a couple of minutes?" He had a smile on his face - which knowingly or not, was Naomi's weak point when it came to him.

"Sure, Lisa can you..."

"Of course, I can, now you two go out and have a good time and be sure not to stay out too late," Lisa answered teasingly in a motherly fashion.

Naomi and Sean went down the stairs, where some of Sean's friends also were, to the disappointment of Naomi. One of them was Liam from Naomi's class.

"Give me two cigarettes will you Liam? I'm buying a pack later," Sean said approaching his friends.

"Damn right you are," Liam answered sarcastically while taking two cigarettes out of his pack giving them to Sean.

"Want to walk around the block with me?" Sean asked while lighting up Naomi's cigarette.

"Sure." They started walking.

"You know... It might be kind of obvious, but I really like you," Sean said, "Do you think you might be interested in ..."

His sentence was interrupted by Neil, one of Sean's friends.

"What the HELL," Neil yelled while laughing hysterically. Sean and Naomi turned around. Liam was covering his mouth trying to block his laugh very unsuccessfully.

"What?!" Sean asked.

"Uhm... Naomi..." Neil said, obviously thinking about his next words while speaking. "Have you by any chance had any ... stomach problems today?"

"Or maybe ... Sat down in a dog park?" Liam asked while a laugh exploded from behind his hand.

"What the fuck are you guys on about?" Sean asked.

Naomi was bewildered, her thoughts desperately trying to figure out what they meant. Stomach problems... Sat down... Could it be? Oh God. Was it not just a fart she had let out with the girls? Was it maybe a ... shart? Nothing could be worse if that was the case. She had her white thong on, as dark colored thongs would be visible through her white pants. But now ... Her literal shit was visible through the pants?

Sean kind of leaned over to the side, so he could look at Naomi's ass. As soon as he did that, Naomi leaned with her back against the building with a panicky look on her face. The car was down the street, so she had to walk maybe 160 feet to get to it. And the streets were full of people, and not only that - drunk people who would never have an ounce of politeness towards a stranger who has just had an ... accident. Her mind was racing. Should she go to her friends for help? Should she hurry to the car and drive home, leaving her friends to find a ride back home themselves? Suddenly Liam could be heard saying, "Naomi, we all fart, but for future reference, I'd stay out of the Russian roulette challenges if there is any doubt that there could be one in the chamber."

Liam almost screamed laughing and holding his stomach, it looked like he was literally in pain. Neil's reaction wasn't much better. Sean kind of looked back and forward between his friends and Naomi, not knowing how to handle this obviously super weird situation.

"I think I'm going to go to the bathroom," Naomi said looking embarrassingly in Sean's eyes, as she slowly moved away from him, still with the back against the wall.

"Yeah... Yeah you go do that," Sean awkwardly answered.

Naomi turned and quickly moved toward Neil and Liam, as she had to walk past them to get to the bathrooms in the club. But suddenly a new burst of panicky thoughts hit her. 'Then what? When I get to the bathrooms, my pants will still be dirty and in the club, I'll be more up close to a lot more people, who'll have a much better and easier view'. Suddenly she changed her direction 180 degrees, again turning her back toward Neil and Liam. She heard them laughing, and having turned, she faced Sean, who quickly turned his gaze from her ass to her face. He saw. He knew. This couldn't get much worse. She just decided to make a run for it - she ran as fast as she could to her car.

"Hi honey, you're home early? How was the night?" Naomi's mom asked, without turning her head, preoccupied with Jeopardy on TV.

"Fine, just tired, going to go to bed early I think," Naomi answered hastily. "Love you," she tunefully muttered with a hint of panic in her voice.

She closed the door to her room, trying as best as possible to hide the anxiousness behind her night. Then she looked toward the mirror, in which she still could not yet make out her own reflection - not until she made some dreadful faithful steps that might be the realization of what the rest of her educational years would be impacted by.

She slowly began taking those steps, while she focused on the mirror's reflection, until she finally saw the outline of herself. She closed her eyes and thought to herself: 'This is it'. She then took one step more and faced the mirror to look deep in her own eyes, building up her own courage. She closed her eyes, and slowly turned her body, looked over her shoulder and opened her eyes. Her mind reacted with absolute horror to the sight she was witnessing. Her new white pants were literally brown from the exact spot one might expect the asshole to be, and then in a running down motion to the upper parts of her thighs. Like obviously, easily visibly brown. If this would be a design on the part of the pants' company, only jokesters would buy them. There simply was no false explanation to give here. The embarrassing truth was out there - she had sharted in her new white pants. In front of her crush. In front of her classmates. She sincerely hoped that Monday would never come.

Weekends

 

Waking up Saturday morning - her boyfriend awake, smiling at her..

She smiled when he told her how pretty she was.

He kissed her gently, and then she pushed the comforter back, and seeing he was hard, she moved down to take him in her mouth.

He came quickly, and stayed soft. She wanted more, but his limit had been reached. She liked when he held her.. But her body needed more..

She hated the fact that men seemed to be one way or the other.. Nice, stable and caring, or cavemen. She hated that the cavemen made her body feel alive.

When her boyfriend left, she got up her courage, and while knowing the shameful path - and she texted her ex..

"tired of pussy boy eh?" he texted back.

She didn't answer - she just waited.

"Come by tomorrow.. around noon"

She looked at her self in the mirror - her hair done, a bit of makeup, a nice simple sundress. She knew it really didn't matter, as she wouldn't be wearing it long.

Shamed at how her body was already responding, how needy it was, as she drove to his apartment.

She knocked on the door - and when he opened it, her eyes submissively lowered.

Letting her in - he asked her if she wanted a drink. She nodded, knowing it would help.

"You know the rules" he told her, as he went to get her a drink.

She did... and as he got her a drink, she dutifully took off her clothes, folded them, and put them on a chair by the front door.

She blushed as he came back in the room - the way he smiled like a wolf. The routine was the same ever since she broke up with him, but then at times would go back to him - he liked seeing her humiliated and needy.

She figured if he always crawled back to her, she would be a cocky prick also.

He handed her a drink, and as she took a few gulps, he circled around her.

She hated his "inspection"

He groped her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, then slapping them each a few times. He walked around behind her, fondled her ass, whispering, "Does your new boyfriend tell you how sexy your ass is? Does he know how much you like having your ass whipped with a belt?"

She hated that she moaned when he said that - as his hand worked between her legs.

"Wet as a fucking rainstorm.. someone is a needy slut today" he chuckled as he sat down.

"Let's finish the inspection" he told her..

As he was sitting in his chair, she got down on her knees, facing away from him, and then as she had been trained to do, she put her head and hands down on the carpet, and spread her legs, giving him full access to her.

Smacking her ass a few times, he began rubbing her pussy, and then slipped a few fingers easily inside.. Curling his fingers down, he hit her spot easily, bringing her close already - once he knew she was close to cumming, he stopped, telling her, "You don't get to cum that fast slut"

He then made his hand flat and spanked her pussy hard a few times, making her yelp.

"Hold your ass open for me" he barked, and her hands went back, pulling her ass cheeks apart.

He ran two fingers back inside of her pussy, getting them wet, then he pulled them out and began working them in her ass..

"nice and tight..I guess you don't let the new guy fuck your ass eh?"

Again, she gained nothing by answering.

"Lol, no answer eh.. Maybe he doesn't last long enough to fuck you twice at one time.. Such a shame that your little asshole gets neglected"

She hated that he knew so much about her, and that he guessed correctly about her current boyfriend.

After a bit, he pulled his fingers out, and told her, "It has been awhile..so, you know you need to be punished.. you know where the belt is.."

Her mind reeled at the humiliation of not only coming over for him to use her sexually, but the inspection, and the fact that she now was walking to his bedroom, to get the wide leather belt hanging in his closet, to take it to him, so he could whip her with it.

She padded back in to the room, eyes down, handing him the leather strap.

He pushed her down on her knees - and he rubbed the supple leather on her tits..

"I almost feel bad how hard i get, hearing you cry when i whip you.. But i also know you want this - don't you"

Tears already forming, she nodded..

He leaned forward and kissed her, telling her, "get in position little one.. make me proud"

She hated the fact that she wanted to take everything he gave her.. To be praised.. to be called a good girl.. but she knew it would hurt.

She went over the large leather ottoman, her legs spread, her face down on the cool leather, telling herself to breath.

"raise that ass up a bit more young lady" he told her..

She complied - and then screamed as the first lash of the leather strap whipped across her ass. She could feel the heat and the welt forming, as the second lash whipped her.

Over and over he whipped - she was in a subspace.. unknowingly raising her ass to meet the oncoming stroke of the strap.

She heard the strap land on the floor as she cried.. shamed that the whipping and the tears were a form of cleansing for her.

She heard him undressing, and subconsciously spread her legs.

She yelped when his cock invaded her wet pussy.. and soon she was humping and bucking from him fucking her..

"Does he make you cum like this?" he asked as he continued to fuck her through her second orgasm..

"noooooo" she moaned.. shamed at telling him the truth - confirming what he was doing to her was what she needed most in the world right now.

She felt him grab her hips, and then, hearing him grunt, she felt him cumming inside of her.

All the stress in her world slowly dissipated as she felt him pull out of her, going to his chair, and sitting down.

"Come here" he told her.

She got up on her knees and crawled to him..

He stroked her hair, telling her he was proud of her.. Admitting what she needed..

Then, he simply said, "Get me hard again"

The next part was the longest part normally.

She would lick his cock and balls, then suck him, working to get him ready to fuck her again, she assumed the next time would be in her ass.

But as she would suck him, he would pull his cock out of her mouth and take time to slap her face, back and forth, and also her tits.

Sometimes he would make her suck him for several hours, never letting her suck him long enough to get him to cum, because he would want to slap her face until she cried, and slap her tits back and forth, up and down, until they were red, tender and bruised.

Finally, satisfied with how red and swollen her cheeks were, and how bruised her tits were, he had her get on all fours, and then he fucked her ass roughly.

She hated when he would tell her that she would never be able to get what she truly needed from anyone else.. That only he understood what kind of a girl she was..

If she begged hard enough, he would let her reach a hand back to finger herself, while he fucked her ass.

Later, with him back in his chair, his legs spread, he would have her clean his cock again. He liked seeing her shame as she licked and sucked his cum and her ass off of his cock.

Humiliated, sated, shamed, she finally looked in his eyes as he held her face, while he told her, "Don't wait so long to contact me.. You and I both know what you need"

He followed her to the front door, where she got dressed..

She turned to him, before she opened the door, needing a kiss.

He kissed her deeply, and then he told her, "Next time, i will make sure i have a few friends over when you get here.. Plan on a long afternoon or evening next time.. understand?"

She trembled, but nodded, ashamed at her state of arousal, imagining all the things that would happen to her.

As Angie drove home, she sighed, figuring she was good for awhile.. until the demons came again.

Three Leather Jacket Tassels Ch. 01

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Three Leather Jacket Tassels

Tassel 1 - Paul

By: RicharDickensAlcoxxx©                                       

Firstly, let me introduce myself as Paul Morris. I'm a contemporary folk singer and harmonica player. Experts have described my music as a throwback to acts like Woody Guthrie and Joan Baez. I am known with my fan base but wouldn't say famous exactly. I'm originally from Texas, east Texas to be exact. I'm forty two years old and more or less a newlywed. My wife Paulette is thirty-two and a real looker.

When I first saw her first thing I noticed was her rack but I later fell in love with who Paulette really was inside. She was stacked, but without looking like a woman of loose morals. Although born in Chicago, she's my lady, my Southern Belle who I drempt about. Before her I was just goin' places with arm-candy. Always lookin' to meet a good woman to take care of but never finding the right one.

When I met her, Paulette looked so healthy and tender with her hour-glass body; fleshy in all the right places! She had an ample bosom, a trim waist, and a round derrière, flawless porcelain skin, rich chocolaty brown eyes, high cheek bones, a slightly up-turned nose, full lips, and beautiful, natural chestnut and honey hair down to her waist.

I may be from Texas but she was a real Georgia peach. I nicknamed my little wife sweet-cheeks in bed because, even in her thirties, her fine tush was perfect; not too big, not too small, just right.

She has yet to give me a nickname in the bedroom. Paulette had been a dancing instructor and also majored in drama at Concordia. Her nickname there had been "the body." I'm an incredibly lucky man cause' we became two peas in a pod.

I myself am still handsome. Six feet tall, weigh two hundred pounds, with a body like John Cena, bit taller. I have chiseled features, dark blue eyes, sandy colored hair, a handlebar mustache and long sideburns.

Paulette and I shacked up together soon as we decided to get engaged, she moved into my house in LaGrange. It's only a few minutes away from Chicago. I had been living near Chicago for the last eighteen years, mostly for the work.

Unfortunately I knew her ex-husband because he is also a singer and was in my circuit. We never really spent time together in the past because he tends to make enemies real fast. Unfortunately we have the same manager, Mr. Bradley Johnson.

Her husband's problem, and I refuse to even say his name, was he couldn't handle success. I hate to admit it but he could have been the next big thing except he never really chased his dream. No ambition in that empty shell of a man. When she divorced him and her lawyers went after his assets the little prick started pitchin' a hissy fit.

He took a swing at me and made contact, but I took it easy on him for Paulette's sake. I knew I'd feel bad anyway breakin' the sonofabitch's face, him being a singer like me.

I felt sorry for him although I heard he started playin' in a band with one of my idols. Willie Nelson of all people took him into his band to help with backing vocals and banjo. As jealous as I was about him playing with a veteran guitar player of Willie's caliber, I was happy to finally have him out of our lives. Happy to have my little miss carry my surname.

I didn't exactly steal her from him either. She just got sick of him because he was a loser who couldn't take care of her. She was still workin' as a waitress when she was with him. Paulette was riding a burro and she split because she wanted to ride a Tennessee Walker. He got his up 'n' comings! But what came next I never saw comin'.

I loved all my neighbors and when I shacked up with my bride I knew she'd be in good company. I was real close to my neighbor Brandon Slim across the street but was never quite keen on his thirty year old wife, Eny. Brandon is a tad younger than me, thirty-eight and in the architecture and engineering field.

He is a good man, you know the type. He was too good, almost, because Brandon was ignorant to the ways of his woman. Inni, or Meanni, or Winnie. Not sure how to pronounce this name of hers; but her name is spelled E-n-y.

Because Eny had a reputation in the neighborhood for being a bad egg and more than just a little cracked, I wanted my wife to stay away from her. And unofficially Eny had a reputation for being very free-thinking, as well as being the neighborhood's municipal cock-wash if y'all see where I'm going with this. In spite of being married to Brandon for seven years.

These are only rumors, mind you. But I won't lie to you; she is a nice piece of ass. She has beautiful piercing turquoise eyes, intelligent features, straight eyebrows, platinum-blonde pixie styled hair, and a waif-like frame. Although she's skinny, her body looks healthy enough. The only thing that don't sit too well with my taste is her small breasts. Eny has a chest flat enough to land planes.

Beauty has a price though, and Eny's came with a biggity attitude. Eny could never shut her yapper and she's stubborn as a mule. Could have been a truck driver with her mouth. Eny is originally from New York City where my friend Brandon met her; to his misfortune. She had been a beauty queen and runway model in her early years and had been pretty good at it. From New York, to Morocco, to Italy, to Paris, to Los Angeles, I am told.

Then she retired because she was way better at partyin'. She developed a substance abuse problem. I'm a singer and know how that stuff works so I won't judge her on that. She got some help after that and somehow resurfaced as a real estate agent with Brandon by her side. They settled here in LaGrange five years ago.

I hated her liberal ways and didn't really want her influencing my tender princess Paulette. When Eny first met my angel and my wife asked me about her I said; "That gal has been with so many fellas, she ain't nothing but a no count good for nothing hussy. Don't you go hanging around her type, Paulette, because she is a bad influence!"

Paulette agreed to only be polite toward her but they still became good friends despite my admonitions. I said to myself; don't worry yourself, Paul, because evil thoughts come home to roost.

Paulette will surely be a good influence on Eny; not the other way around. There was little I could do since we lived in a tight community. The boat really sunk when Eny sold the house Paulette once owned with her ex-husband in Frankfort.

I hate to admit it but her looks really helped her sell off property like hotcakes. In spite of everything I trusted that my wife was ace high and would never go astray. I only questioned that trust when I noticed something was strange during dinner one night. My wife had spent that whole afternoon with Eny, maybe some of the morning too. They had gone to Verrat's for lunch that day, my wife's favorite restaurant.

I arrived in the early evening in our compact SUV having picked up our kids and Brandon's from their after school activities. Paulette has two from her previous marriage. Eny and Brandon have one adopted child because, due to her lifelong modeling career, Eny refused to have any.

I could sense a peculiar vibe coming from them as I walked in the house and sure 'nuff something was definitely up between em' gals. That little gamine Eny was with her trying to look innocent, but I could see through her facade.

"How did your day go today Paul?" Paulette asked me with a half-smile.

"Why, I'm feelin' hunky dory today honey! Come here an' give your old man a cuddle!" I answered with my usual enthusiasm. Paulette walked toward me and kissed me on the cheek. But when I tried to really hug her, she froze up.

"Good Lord! I wonder what happened while everyone was away!" " I said, eying her. Eny was looking daring that evening in a black long sleeve sheer top with a lacy black bra underneath and her tight black leather pencil skirt. My wife always allowed herself to look wholesome and didn't disappoint in skinny jeans and a simple sleek button down shirt.

"Must have been something, heh Jeannie?"

"My name is pronounced Eh-nai, Paul! E H N A I...can you see my hand?" She said, gesticulating. Practically bouncing her two pursed fingers in the air. Talking to me like a moron, pointing out every tiny syllable of her name.

"OK sure, whatever that is!" I said.

"What happened today honey? You seem wore out," I said to my wife. I thought Eny and I had mended our fences, but apparently I was wrong. When I looked at that little cooze she was madder than a wet hen and then Paulette said something.

"Nothing, Eny and I had just had some lunch and I remembered a sad story from a trip I took with my parents and grandma when I was twenty. Eny gave me a friendly shoulder to cry on," said Paulette stepping away.

"OK, OK, no reason to carry this on ladies," I said stepping out into the driveway to welcome Brandon who was parkin' his car outside.

After we all had dinner that evening Brandon thought they were acting odd too and was fit to be tied. We were both smoking cigarettes by the porch and talkin'. He was thinkin' maybe his wife was using again, maybe they both were.

Other people in their lives we didn't know about scared us because we weren't young anymore. He couldn't put his finger on what it could be either. You see, Brandon and I both worked long hours and came and went lots.

"What do you reckon?" I asked.

"Maybe they're telling the truth, you know? Women. They cry over everything, Paul," he responded.

"That sad story, whatever it was, had to be sometin'," I returned; rolling down my eyeballs out of habit.

"Maybe it's her divorce, Paul. Before you two were 'Paulette and Paul -the Pauls'' she had a husband for ten years," he replied.

"Nuh-uh, I don't think so. Just be careful Brandon, is all. Don't let the tail wag the dog, hear?" I responded.

We decided that before doin' things the hard way. Before bringing in some outside help, we were gonna' try things the easy way. Brandon and I kept an eye on them for the next few days and nothing came of it. But them two gals kept acting strange well into the summer. When we sent all the kids away to summer camp, Brandon and I really began to wonder. We had some ideas for finding out the truth.

My manager Mr. Bradley Johnson had gotten me a new recording contract. I was at the recording studio busy making my next album throughout the day, and sometimes into the evening when I wasn't singin' or guest talkin' at a few Christian radio stations.

Brandon also worked during the day, sometimes at night, so what we had to do was figure out a way to get away from our jobs at various hours. We was gonna' find out what was happening, why they was so distant. Losin' a little sleep or some change was a small price to pay.

With the kids away at summer camp the women had a lot of time on their hands and two houses to do whatever it was they was up to. But it seemed nothing was going on when Brandon or I checked in on em'. Seems sometimes they went out for lunch, or shopping. Sometimes they just stayed in their respective homes was all.

I didn't get a lick of work done one day because Brandon kept textin' me in anger saying we're just wasting out time and all we are doing is just stressing ourselves out. The whole thing got old and stressful for both of us.

Finally, Brandon just had a heart to heart with his wife where they settled things. Or should I say, settled things with a bunch of her lies. I had Brandon bellyachin' at me calling me paranoid. But I knew it was just her dirty tricks. I knew there was somethin' they weren't tellin' me and I was gonna' find out. I was determined come hell or high water.

Then one day I got lucky. Only problem was that this day was a real gully-washer. Nonetheless, getting a running start from my SUV, I approached my house in a raincoat and looked through the window. I knew that my house was the better alternative if they were up to something bad because it was bigger, had less security.

They was both home and I saw candles lit all over the house. I slowly entered my house drippin' in rainwater. I went upstairs taking my rain coat and my boots off. On tiptoes, I opened my bedroom door a crack. When I looked inside I saw Eny and Paulette naked as jaybirds, sleepin' together.

They were both curled together tight as pretzels. My satin sheets perfectly outlining their legs and hip joints. Eny's body had a few hickeys on it; her back and neck mostly. I couldn't resist walking inside in my socks for a closer look. Eny was closer to the door. Her back was to me.

Carefully liftin' the satin sheets on Eny's side over her naked body; I knelt down looking at the tiny blemishes on her pure skin. She had her arms around my wife, and Paulette's toned leg was draped over Eny's bony yet sensual calves. I could see my wife's perfectly pedicured foot over Eny as she slept. Two angelic warm bodies on my bed after an ardent lovemaking session.

Listening to Eny snore just like a kitten, I leaned myself further and crouched down with my hand barely touching the curve of her lanky hips. It traced itself downward. Her flesh felt like velvet. I couldn't help leaning in for a taste as I stared at her tiny yet fleshy ex-model ass. Running my tongue up her left ass cheek, leavin' a slice of my saliva behind.

After a while of starin', I bent in again and planted two soft kisses on the other tender ass cheek and on the small of Eny's back, and left the house.

That night Brandon called with an update but he kept complain-in' and said it had to stop. That he was losin' too much sleep. That I was too protective of my wife. Brandon was as mad as a hornet and said nothing was happening at night and that I was paranoid. That the only thing our two wives did was they went out to see a movie, sharing an umbrella an' gigglin' all the way.

He said something along the lines that what I was doing was low down and stupid. But it didn't make no difference to me. He was obviously content being happy as a dead pig in sunshine.

"I imagine so, Brandon! OK, forget about this then!" I replied with my head shaking in disappointment as he kept jawin' me to death. But I clipped his horns right quick, "Hey Brandon, you know what!? I'm fixin' tuh knock you out silly, my friend..."

"OK Paul, but I'm serious. I love Eny and trust her. This has to stop tonight!"

"Well it will, Brandon. I said it would and it will, and I'll stick to it." I heard his finger pressin' the disconnect button on the dial-pad of his phone on the other side and the line died. I'm assuming you know what I was thinkin' with him out of the way, right?

So I decided to do things the hard way. When my wife was out with her "innocent friend" for a few hours I hired a technician and had audio surveillance and some cameras installed. After about a week of listenin' and watching 'em when they were both in my house, I found out when their next date was going to be and I took the day off.

On that day the sun was out but it was still cloudy and very humid. I had told Paulette I would be taking a little trip because I felt like relaxin' at the dude ranch with some pals and go horseback riding. I even offered for her to come along but she turned me down flat sayin' she and Eny were going shopping the whole day.

She believed my story and I just drove around that day in my suede leather jacket. My new black button down western shirt, blue jeans and my boots. The fresh smell of the tasseled leather jacket I wore soothing my nerves as I drove around realizing they was both home and probably at it again. My living room was filled with the same little scented candles again as I circled my house by car.

I sat in my parked SUV a few blocks away from my house and observed the feed as it came in and glowed in front of me on a laptop monitor. The picture was a little choppy but I could quickly switch from one camera to a different one and zoom in and out. When I was in the service I was the best helicopter pilot them boys had due to my 20/8 vision. That served me well at that moment because I didn't wanna' miss this.

As I spied on them I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

"I'll be a damned son of a bitch!!" I said under my breath.

My wife was smoking a cigarillo and she sat on a stool with her legs wide open, naked as a jaybird! Her beautifully pedicured bare toes were perched on the upper rung of the bar stool.

On the opposite end of the room Eny, also nekked, was curled on her back on our pearl colored bi-sectional sofa with one of its expensive pillows under her scrawny sexy li'll ass. Both of her legs slightly open and bent at the knees as she masturbated uncontrollably to Paulette. Her glossy mouth letting out 'em aching whimpers and tiny squeals.

Beside her lay a small variety of sex toys and lubricants. Then I saw Eny lift a huge bright dildo and bring it close to her vibrantly healthy salmon colored labia which she parted for my wife with two fingers.

She put it against her entrance below a tiny fleck of curly blonde hair that remained above her pubis. Her labia peeled back as she began sliding it deep into her flesh. Her mouth parting in ecstasy. Eny had the perfect little tucked in pussy.

As the dildo stretched her tight inner vaginal walls and she penetrated herself, my wife was opening her legs wider apart. Showing Eny the heaven between them few had ever enjoyed. Paulette's snatch was exquisite in its own way. Suck-able pinkish lil' petals decorating the entrance to her delicious celestial box. I noticed that my wife had completely waxed her pussy.

"Start to fuck yourself, motherfucker!" My wife ordered.

"Fuck yeah! I'm fucking my pussy for you!" Eny shouted. The dildo kept disappearing and re-appearing from outside her tight as a mouse's ear little twat as Eny gasped. Then a sweaty Eny started asking her to do IT. Paulette took the cigarillo by its tipping paper and carefully inserted the tip of its filter from her mouth into her lovely honey pot.

The smoke from the cigarillo kept rising as Eny cried out. Eny's adorable li'l mouth was gaping as she cried out from the depths of her soul with her pretty eyes sewn tightly shut. Her eyelashes like thread over her delicate eyelids. A powerful orgasm started stirring out of her weedy body. Eny arched forward and I could see her rib cage poking through the flesh on her abdomen.

After getting herself off Eny walked barefoot toward my wife. Eny took hold of the glowing cigarillo inside my wife's cunt. With her fingers, she gently dug its stained filter out. Eny's face was flushed from fucking herself. She was tuckered out. Holding the cigarillo by its filter; Eny took it to her lips. She casually put the filter in her mouth, taking a deep relaxing drag. Filling her lungs with its blends.

She stood with her other hand on her petite nude hips. The way she shifted her weight with one leg more tilted than the other began to really show off her perfect skinny bikini model butt. When Eny decided to stoop down I zoomed in getting a good look at her slim back and tight A-shaped ass.

"Damn that girl's a looker!" I whispered to myself as I began appraising that amazing ass of hers. It was flatter at the top and fleshy and fuller toward the bottom part of her cheeks. Her ass gave off the illusion of a perfect inverted heart.

As she held open my wife's precious milky white thighs; Eny blew second hand smoke all over her pussy. Veiling it in a dirty white cloud. Eny's head then drew in past the nebula and began licking my wifey's twat. Probing into her sex with her pink tongue. She held the glowing cigarillo in her hand and I saw her head really work on Paulette's cunt.

My wife took the cigarillo from her hand and took a drag igniting the tip of the tobacco rod with searing ash. Eny covered my wife's inner thighs with little kisses before looking up at my Paulette smoking that cigarillo.

 

Paulette took another drag as the tip of the tobacco rod flickered. She let some traces of ash fall on the floor as she looked down. Paulette blew another long stream of white smoke toward her genitalia and Eny's head, as my wife's lover fed hungrily from my wife's pussy.

On the monitor I saw my wife passing the cigarillo back to Eny.

"I knew somthin' was up with 'em damn cigarillos!" I muttered, watching Eny reach for a fresh cigarillo from a pack. Paulette spent a fortune of my money on that brand with tobacco from Navarrex on the south of France. They were rolled by imported Cubans in France for fuck's sake!

Eny ignited a new one hanging from her mouth with what remained of the old used one. Then my beautiful Paulette noisily dragged another stool near her with her toned arm.

Paulette leaned into the first stool with both her delicate knees lifting her ass in the air. Her arms held onto the seat of the second stool and Paulette crouched down. My wife opened her mouth and after Eny took a few drags she brought the cigarillo back to Paulette's mouth so she could continue smoking. Then Eny walked back to the bi-sectional.

Reaching down with her beautiful piano player's hand, Eny started sifting through the assortment of sex toys selecting a realistic rubber vibrator. I appraised Eny's naked body, zooming in again, and watching her as she took a bottle of warm-up lubricant and rubbed the contents on the dildo. Then she switched the device on with its tip gelled in lube.

My wife held on with one arm, turning her head while she was still smoking. She was smiling over at Eny over her choice of sex toys. Then Eny slowly walked close and gently stroked Paulette's pussy with the tip of the penis. Finding her entrance, Eny slowly pushed the dildo in as my wife moaned aloud dropping the cigarillo from her mouth. Eny began slowly fucking my wife.

My wife flung her beautiful long hair back and to the side blocking her face from the camera. I had to switch over to one farther away and slowly zoom in on her again. The camera was opposite them in another room. Once I focused in completely, I could see her body. The hanging pendant lights over the bar spotlighted her beautiful figure.

Laser treatments on her belly, and a breast lift had restored Paulette's body to near perfection after she got pregnant by her first husband. Her figure was so gorgeous.

At the same time she looked so dangerous as Eny lit another cigarillo that she passed over to her. She looked so damned feral! Like a dangerous wild animal was on them two stools. After about seven minutes my wife's hips began to rock back; raising her ass higher against Eny's hand at the bottom of the vibrator.

Eny began passionately kissing, fondlin', love biting, and lickin' at the flesh on Paulette's creamy and beautiful round ass. My wife's hips froze as Eny ground and turned the throbbing hot vibrator deep in her gash.

As the dildo throbbed deep inside of her, my wife's neck drooped down and her shoulder blades pushed back against her glistening flesh. When it was done, Eny carefully slid the vibrator out.

"You look really cute in that, Eny," my wife said with an approving smile as she turned her head back.

Havin' reached for my wife's red maga trucker hat hanging on a cabinet knob, Eny was tryin' it on. Turning the cap backwards, Eny began eating Paulette out from behind. Her raw little mouth sucking in Paulette's juices, coating her pussy with raw saliva, lapping, and teasing my wife's swollen pearl, drowning her quim membranes with her spit.

Eny whispered something unintelligible as she removed the trucker's cap and hung it back on the cabinet knob. Still bare-assed, they both got up to their feet. My wife climbed off those bar stools. They picked out a bottle from the assortment of liquor we had inside our bar cabinets.

"Imma' be hittin' that bar too after this, gals!" I cried to myself shakin' my head, not believin' my own eyes.

After opening up the bottle with a corkscrew and cap lifter, my wife poured white wine from the bottle into two cups to the rims. Both women began drinking in the nude and mutually appreciating their figures. Then they hugged and cuddled nekkud. Paulette's large sweaty breasts brushing against Eny's smaller breasts.

They kissed each other on the mouth deeply, and then whispered sweet nothings to each other. Paulette climbed up slowly and lay on our flat ample bar table behind our stools. Eny slowly climbed on top across my wife with her body inverted in a sixty-nine. Paulette took Eny's slim pelvis in her hands and to her full lips like white on rice.

"Ain't that the berries!" I said to myself under my breath.

Them two looked like a meal. Them bodies fit together perfectly. They reminded me of the tender gift from God dumplings I used to eat back home in Texas. Paulette was very gentle as she got Eny off. Licking and cooing carefully. Eny was more aggressive and used her fingers as she worked on my wife.

In due time, I saw both women reach orgasm. Paulette went first. Her lower body tightening under Eny's supple waist; jerking back her sensitive twat from the giver's lips. Shortly after recovering, Paulette took control and rolled Eny's body to one side, fastening her thigh over her mouth to get at her delicious pearl. Paulette's long hair raining down below the edge of the bar table.

"Right there, baby," Eny said.

Switching back to the first camera and zooming in I could see my wife's epicurean derrière. Its form reconciling from laying flat on the hardwood table. She was chasing Eny's orgasm, rolling her hot slick tongue over her pearl and sucking Eny's pussy. Tasting it with her wet mouth. Eny curled Paulette over and on top of her waifish frame, getting closer. My wife chased her orgasm until she stole it away from Eny like a fiend.

Eny's neck quivering as her female lover took her home, tasting the sweetness of her orgasm with my wife's fresh juices in her mouth. Her body squirmed, almost pathetically, in pure bliss, withdrawing from my wife's open mouth. Paulette drinking her fresh streams, letting them flow into her body. Them two slowly climbed down with their pupils dilated and their faces flushed.

They kissed each other hard, claimin' each other as their own. Then they held hands as they walked around the house taking turns blowing out the remaining candle wicks that hadn't burned out.

"Damned Salem witches!!!" I cursed as I saw 'em slowly walk upstairs to my bedroom. Paulette led the way with Eny flutterin' behind her.

I came out of my SUV when they were gone. Leaving the door wide open. Walking inside the threshold, I tossed my keys against a table. I took off my leather jacket.

"They were really tearin' up Jake in here!!" I said looking around. I looked for my pack of smokes but nothin' left but those damned cigarillos!

I picked up the fizzling out one they left on the floor cos I needed me somethin' for my damn nerves. Scoffing to myself as I held it, I decided to take a drag just for kicks. Then I dropped it and crushed the tip with my boot. The nicotine relaxed me for what I felt I had to do next. With the smell of passion in the air all around me I felt betrayed in the worse way. Even if I did enjoy watching 'em fuck each other.

"My wife has betrayed me!" I thought to myself with a grin on my face. Shakin' my head. I was hurt and in my lonesome felt like sitting down and bawling my eyes out. But I had the will to live like a man. Takin' the bottle of white wine in my hand, I pulled away the cork.

I took a few heavy swigs directly from the bottle. I was wearin' my new shirt and tore at it in anger exposing my form fitting white ribbed tank top underneath. I didn't care no more and harshly walked up them steps and down the hall to my bedroom with the bottle in my hand. I smashed that door in and walked right on top of it.

"What the damn hell are you two doin'!!" I yelled. They were holding each other like the other day. They both bolted up. But only Paulette's face showed any fear. She was nervous as a long tailed cat in a room full of rockin' chairs. Paulette took the satin from the bed covers and shrouded her naked body in them.

I stared at them red eyed and tossed the empty bottle across the room, watching as it shattered against a family portrait. I was almost cryin' as my chest heaved. Eny didn't even seem shook up. In fact the whole thing seemed to turn that lady on. I saw her starin' at my heaving chest as the muscles almost bust out of my white tank top.

"Easy there Tex! Welcome home!!!" cried Eny.

"Well shut my mouth!" I responded, all swole up.

"What's the matter!? It's not like you caught her with a man!"

"Hesh up! You done stopped prechin' and gone meddlin'!!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"What the fuck you two doin'?? get off my wife Inni!"

"My name is pronounced Eh-nai, you moron!" she returned. The little gamine was hardly phased. She just looked at my body caressin' it with those harlot eyes of her's.

"What the fuck kind of heathen name is that anyway?"

"Shut up you idiot!"

"Bridle your tongue in my house!" I said.

"I will say whatever the hell I want!" Her smart mouth replied.

"With all your rough talk, EH-N-A--I, you don't scare me one bit."

"Well, you don't fucking scare me one bit either with all your rough cowboy shit!"

"Eny, you keep cussin' like that and you're going to go to hell in a hand basket!"

"Why don't you shut the fuck up, cowboy, and show us you're a man! Come over here in just those spurs cowboy, and join the fun," she returned in a sultry tone. Staring up at me with her irresistibly penetrating turquoise eyes.

"You think I won't? Ain't my first rodeo!" I said, starting to undress.

"Why don't you come over here with us Paul," my wife said, beginning to act more relaxed.

"I reckon I can live with that Paulette, that is, if you can..."

"I can," she responded looking into my eyes with a tender smile.

"Just shut the fuck up and listen to your wife, Tex. Doesn't a cowboy know how to listen to his wife?" asked Eny in a deeper voice.

My entire muscular torso was now exposed and I could tell they was both getting aroused. Eny reached for the sheets partially holding in Paulette's gorgeous bust and took 'em away. She left them soar and flow onto the floor. They were both nekked on my bed. The dainty faces of two beautiful gals with their eyes staring up at me tenderly.

To be continued.

 

The Outdoors Pt. 01

 

 

 

 

 

Did I remind her to cover me in sunscreen today?

He thought to himself as the heat of the sun was starting to bear down upon his pale exposed back and bound body. It felt warm compared to the sleeping bag he tried to sleep in the night before. He could feel the warmth spreading through his body slowly as the sun rose on the horizon, covering more and more of his flesh.

How long is she going to leave me like this?

He panicked a bit, wiggling his arms and feet against the tight rope binding him to the old beech tree at the end of the campground. The tree felt oddly comforting, smooth and sturdy against his small body. He arched his back and tried to stretch it. It was stiff and sore from the long drive yesterday and an anxious night's sleep on a thin camp pad. There was hardly any room to adjust his hands and shoulders which were now getting a little tingly. He felt the pressure of the rope almost fight back to calm him back into submission. He gave a great sigh and relaxed into his bounds, letting the rope do the work so as to not strain his muscles. He took a few deeps breaths to calm himself down. He knew he would be there for a while.

He knew she was going to leave him there for awhile as she had threatened to many times during his bratty behavior the previous day during their travel to the event space. He knew he was pushing his luck this time farther than he had before. He got a thrill out of testing her to see her reaction and what punishments she had in store for him. He secretly hoped she would follow through with her many threats. It filled him with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. He felt his left leg shake a little involuntarily as the endorphins flowed through his veins quickly.

They had left early the day before to drive to the campground up north. Neither of them had been to this space before but they had a few mutual friends that would join them there. On the drive they chatted about music, their relationship, and what hopes they had for experiences over the weekend. This was his first big kink event and he had little idea of what to expect.

They did not arrive at the campground until after dark, much to her dismay. He had a prior obligation that made it impossible for them to leave earlier in the day. He knew he would be punished for making her wait as she was not one for much patience at times, especially when traveling. There was little he could do to avoid this punishment and he looked forward to seeing what she had in store for him. He dialed up the brattiness last night as they set up camp, figuring he was already getting punished, so why not? The unknown pain to come was making him second guess his choice.

They pulled up to the campground in the dark and found their quiet, isolated site at the edge of the clearing in a gorgeous old growth beech-maple stand. She had chosen this spot for them months ago to give them a bit of privacy when they wanted it. Their closest neighbors were a few yards away and everyone was already winding down or sleeping when they finally arrived. They greeted a couple of their friends and made plans for meeting up in the coming day.

She had packed up her car with the camping gear and picked him up on the way out of town. She told him not to worry about bringing much beside personal items and she would take care of the rest. He found it a bit odd but trusted her as she went camping often. He was now kicking himself for not discussing the gear ahead of time with her.

She parked next to their designated camping area and opened up the back gate of the SUV. She told him to get out of the car and wear nothing but his sissy panties. He hoped the mosquitoes had quieted down for the night as his pale skin was exposed to the elements. She pulled out a large, rolling bag that contained a tall tent. They easily got the tent up with little effort. He deliberately made it difficult for her to direct him through the process. She lashed out at him a few times and even slapped him across the face when he talked back to her. He got a smug grin on his face after that which set her off even more. She made threats, as she had before, of how she would punish him but he took them lightly. Too lightly, as he realized now.

They got the large, tall tent set up and blew up the double queen mattress to sleep on. They put a fitted sheet on the bed and laid the large double sleeping bag on top and threw a couple pillows on the bed. He thought it was a little too much comfort for camping. When he complained to her about it, she smiled and grabbed two small rectangular bags out of the back of the vehicle.

"Oh sissy. You continue to underestimate me." she said, throwing the two bags into his arms.

"With your behavior, you think you deserve to sleep with me on my nice, comfortable mattress?" she said, grabbing his face to watch the disappointment and panic set in. She threw her head back and laughed.

"Think again, you bratty little whore. I've had just enough of your mouth already. You've been little more than a spoiled pain in my ass today. Put up your tent and blow up your sleeping pad. You will have to earn the pleasure of sleeping with me in my tent."

He lowered his head as he realized she was taking this more seriously than he expected her to on this trip. They had chatted about possible scenes over the weekend and he explained to her his ideas for how he may be used. She listened casually to him, being careful not to get too excited by the ideas or to promise him anything ahead of time. She wondered if he noticed her nonchalonce and she hoped it irritated him a bit.

He unrolled the larger bag containing the small backpacking tent across the lawn. It looked tiny compared to the large tent they just set up for her. It only contained two poles and he set it up in no time. He became more worried as he set it up, already wishing he could enjoy the comfortable,warm set up that she would be in tonight. He loved being able to hold her at night, feeling her soft skin wrap around his body as they dreamed. His back was already hurting just thinking about sleeping on the camping pad on the ground tonight.

"What do you think slut? WIll you be able to sleep on your own tonight in your little sissy tent?" she giggled as she questioned him.

"Yes, my Queen," he said humbly. "It will be fine."

She suddenly got very stern and cocked her head to the side. She moved to him to speak closer to his face.

"Fine. I hate that word sissy, and you know it. It's what people say when they are afraid to say what they are thinking." she added. "You will sleep by yourself this weekend unless you earn your way back into my tent. You may earn the privilege of sleeping with me by completing tasks and challenges I have set up for you tomorrow."

"Yes my Queen. What are these tasks and challenges?" he asked grumpily.

She tossed him a sleeping bag and a sweatshirt for a pillow.

"Oh, you will find out tomorrow after breakfast my little bratty whore. Do not worry your pretty little head until then." she smiled coyly. "Now get some rest slut, you'll need it."

"Yes my Queen." he said, nodding.

She came over and kissed him sweetly on the cheek and patted his ass gently. "Good sissy. Sweet dreams."

He crawled across the ground into his tent and felt the cool sleeping bag envelope his near naked body. It warmed up quickly with his body heat but it never got him warm enough to be comfortable. He was just a little too cold to sleep soundly most of the night. The camping pad was thin and the ground dug into his hips and shoulders when he tried to sleep on his side. He tossed and turned for what seemed like forever, jealously listening to her snore quietly in her huge tent. He thought about giving up and crawling into her tent many times but he already knew she had a punishment in store for him the next day and he did not want to make it any worse than he had already. He finally fell into a dream just before dawn when he could hear the birds beginning to become active with the new day.

He was jolted awake suddenly by the sound of his tent zipper opening and then feeling someone crawl over to him as he laid in his sleeping bag. He felt a hand cover his eyes and a piece of fabric tied tightly to blindfold him. He could do little but mumble with all of the sudden activity. He was groggy from the lack of sleep the night in his little sissy tent.

Before he could become fully conscious, his sleeping bag was being opened up. He first felt the rush of cold air against his skin. He breathed in deeply and tried to prepare himself for the continued cold.

"Good morning slut!" she whispered in his ear excitedly. "How did you sleep in your sissy tent?" She was now laying over him, holding him down. Her warmth felt nice and she seemed to smell even better than usual for some reason.

"Fine, my Queen." he said groggily. She slapped him hard across the face and repeated herself.

"How did you sleep my little whore?" she asked again, still holding his face close to hers.

"I slept ok my Queen." he mumbled to her. "It was damp, cold, and very hard on the ground in my tent."

She giggled quietly. "Awww, poor little boy. That should give you some motivation to perform well for me today, now shouldn't it?"

He nodded, feeling her watching his face as she spoke. She quickly got up off of him and exited the tent. "Now, let's get started slut, shall we? Get out of the tent and stand at attention." she commanded.

He stiffly crawled out of the tent after her. His body ached more than it had in a long time. He hoped he would get some time to stretch today to ease his sore muscles. He stood up and felt a little of the sun on his body but the campground was still very quiet. It seemed few people were awake. He wondered what time it was and how much sleep he actually got.

He stood at attention for her and listened to her movements for clues to the punishment. She was getting items together in her huge tent. He searched his mind for all of the possibilities that the day could bring, what they had discussed, what he thought she may actually do to him, and what she hoped he might do to him today.

He heard the zipper as she exited her tent and came to greet him. She laughed and patted his already hard sissy cock. "Aww, so cute! Even your cock is at attention today. You think you'll get to use that today slut? Think again." she said amused.

He nodded instinctively and shifted his stance. She placed a large, heavy bag in his hand. "Now, follow me."

He listened to her quiet footsteps as she led him across the campground. She was kind enough to tell him to step over some obstacles but giggled as he lost his footing a few times. "Oops, sorry, not sorry." she laughed ahead of him. They walked for what seemed like a mile in the cool shade of the trees, occasionally feeling the sun on his skin.

"Now come here slut." she commanded. He stepped toward the sound of her voice as she grabbed his arms. He felt the full sun hit his pale skin and it was wonderful. "Get into collar me pose" she said, smacking him on the ass.

He was still groggy and moved slowly from the poor night's sleep. She raised his hands above his head and quickly fastened them behind his back with a rope. He could feel the tension of the rope pulling his arms back. She quickly removed his sissy panties, saying "Ah, you won't be needing these anymore..." as she laughed to herself.

She pushed him forward, holding onto the end of the rope wrapped around his wrists.

"Careful now, slut. Hold still" she said as he felt the cool familiar steel of his chastity cage envelop his cock and balls. She placed it around his cock hurriedly and pinched him a little in the process. He did his best not to move so as to not annoy her. "Aww, much better sissy" she said when she finished, patting his slightly hard cock.

She grabbed his bound hands and pushed him forward. He felt a large tree stump beneath him, forcing him to bend over on top of it. She pushed him down so that his chest rested on the now lifeless tree. It felt oddly comforting and he was thankful for the break. She split the rope that held his hands and tied either end to the front of the tree. He kept his head to the side to stay out of the way. She next laid a few ropes around his ankles to spread his legs wide and tied them off to a nearby tree, exposing his ass to the sun.

She wrote all over him with what seemed like a thick marker, taking care to write largely and in bold letters. She wrote on his back, chest, arms, back, and ass. He tried to figure out the letters and symbols, but he could not.

She left the gag in his mouth and caressed his face, "Now my slut. Here is your punishment and attempt at redemption. You will be here for all to use today for their pleasure. You are gagged and bound to this tree at the edge of the campground. There are specific instructions written on your body for how you are to be used. You've been spoiled for far too long, and that is my fault. I let you get pleasure from myself and your own body far too often. Today you will be used as much as possible by as many people as possible. You are not to speak to anyone. You are not to make any noise. You will take what these lovely people give you without being a bratty bitch, understand slut?" she explained. He nodded. "Good boy. Now let me go see who I can find to use you today. I will announce to the campground of your services. Be a good boy and make me proud. You may be rewarded if you do." She patted his head and walked off.

He strained to listen for her footsteps and her voice. She seemed to vanish without a sound. It felt like he was there for an hour or so until he heard heavy footsteps coming up behind him...

"Well what do we have here?" the man says. "Hmm, very interesting!" He can hear as the man circles around him obviously reading what his Queen had written on him.

"Well I don't have time for this right now"........he hears the man say from behind him.

"But I do need to take care of something at the other end"... He hears the man walk around near his head and stop. Suddenly he feels something warm and wet hit his head and then he smells it.....the distinct smell of urine. The man is peeing on his head.

"Is this what I am to be today, a human urinal?" The man finishes and then bends down next to him and picks something up off the ground. He feels the man touch his shoulder and realizes that he picked up the marker his Queen had used to write on him earlier.

He hears the man drop the marker back on the ground next to him and then he says....."See you later Slut". He hears the same heavy footsteps as the man walks back from where he came.

It seems like forever before he hears anything else other than the birds chirping away in the trees. Finally he hears new footsteps approaching but they are lighter and he wonders if it is from a small animal.

"Well she wasn't lying"....."I had to see this for myself" Again he hears as this new person circles around him and reads the messages his Queen has written. "I will have to return with some toys for this end"........"but for now I do need to relieve myself".

She stands near his head and then pressure on his shoulders as the soft skin off her buttocks lands on them. She too starts to urinate on the back of his head and neck. She pulls his head up and she wipes herself with the back of his head.

She stands up and takes the marker like the first man and makes a mark on his shoulder. He hears her says "See you later Slut!" as she walks away.

He wonders how many people will visit him and use him in this way today. He doesn't have to wait too long to find out as a steady line of people approach and start to add their pee to the puddle forming under his head. He tries to keep track of how many use him but some of the men go at the same time and he loses track.

He hears one last man standing near him who seems to be making a call on his phone. "Come to the end of the campground and bring Rufus with you" the man says. A short time later he hears more footsteps approaching as well as someone panting.

"Come here Rufus and mark your territory" the man says. He finally realizes that "Rufus" is a dog! OMG, it was humiliating enough when the campers peed on him and now a dog?

He understands now just how much he angered his Queen the night before and prays that this ends soon.

They leave almost as quickly as they arrived leaving him again wondering how long he has been there. He doesn't have to wait long this time as he hears someone approaching.

"It appears as if you have done well so far my Sissy Slut" his Queen says as she gets closer. "Let's count how many customers you have had this morning."......"It looks as if the entire camp has made use of your services including one dog!" "Well that is an unexpected surprise, but you did deserve it didn't you Slut?"

He nods his head as he can't speak with the gag still in his mouth. " I am going to untie you and remove the gag and clean you up a little bit so you can eat some breakfast" "Your punishment is far from over though so eat quickly understand?" she said sharply.

"Yes my Queen!" he says as the gag is finally removed from his mouth. She places a bottle of water in one hand and some cold food in the other. He takes a bite and tastes a cold piece of sausage that has been wrapped in a stale pancake.

"If you hadn't been so bratty last night you could have eaten these when they were still hot". His jaw aches from having the gag in his mouth for so long but he eats as quickly as he can. He swallows his food and starts to drink the water and she says......."Drink until the bottle is empty my Slut as that is all you will get till I return"

She pushes him into a kneeling position on the ground in front of her and dumps a larger bottle of freezing cold water on his face and chest. She laughs as he whines to get away from the cold water. She knows he is such a "freeze" baby and how much he hates this temperature play. She slows down her pouring so there is a steady stream of ice cold water washing the urine from his head, face, neck and shoulders. "Jesus, how big is this bottle?!" he wonders as it never seems to end.

When he has emptied the bottle she takes it from him and orders him to get back into his position on the stump. She ties his hands back up and applies more sunscreen to his exposed skin. She does it sloppily and almost smacks him as she rubs it into his pale skin.

"The next stage of your punishment will begin soon my Pet and as your mouth may be needed this time I will leave the gag out" "You are not to speak other than to thank anyone who comes to use you again this morning is that understood?" she asked, holding his face to hers.

"Yes my Queen!" he says anxiously as he realizes he will be in the same position for a few more hours.

"Make me proud, my sissy slut." she says as she crosses out the writing on his chest and makes new marks on his exposed ass and face. She gets so close to him and her scent is intoxicating. His sense of smell seems heightened here in the woods. He cannot help but want to reach out to touch and kiss her. He yearns for another intimate moment with her soon. He worries what is next and if he can get back into her good graces today. She giggles and smacks his upper thigh hard before vanishing into the woods again.

As he hears her walk away he wonders how many of the campers will come back and how they will use him. He feels an overwhelming urge to urinate after seeing the puddle on the ground next to him. He has no choice but to urinate as best he can on the stump beneath him, as it splashes up onto his thighs and drips down to join the pool that is forming beneath him. It is starting to get very warm and the stench of the human and dog urine is getting strong.

The wind picks up suddenly in strong gusts rustling the leaves in the trees above him. He listens to the leaves and the branches bowing for a few minutes before he hears a small mammal grazing in the underbrush. He listens closely to its footsteps as it gets closer to him. He shifts nervously, worried more about the woodland creatures than the perverted humans that will be coming for him soon enough. His muscles ache tremendously and all he wants to do is curl up on the air mattress and be held by his Queen.

 

Suddenly what seemed like a few sets of heavy footprints approached him quickly. He finds it odd and slightly disconcerting that the party that just arrived did not speak at all. He feels at least three, maybe four sets of hands exploring his exposed skin. Two pairs feel rough and large, but the third pair is softer and has long nails that are scraping against his skin. He flinches a bit with all of the sudden sensations across his body. He listens closely to their heavy breathing and quiet gasps of enjoyment as they caress and scratch his body.

"Well.....shall we?" a low voice suddenly asks. He hears the others affirm the third person. The female giggles and sounds to be jingling a metal clasp around her body.

"Uh.....are you sure about that?" one man asks the woman with concern. She laughs and nods her head, "it says right here on his ass 'Fuck me and tell me I am pretty'. And all I brought was my large dragon dildo this weekend. I'm sure such a pretty little sissy can handle it."

The man laughs and says, "Well, I suppose you're right. And besides, it's not much larger than my cock." as he strokes himself to get it nice and hard.

She smiles, eyeing the man's large cock. He can hear her putting some lube on the silicone dildo. "Oh thank goodness..." he thought to himself. He wasn't that familiar with bad dragon dildos but was worried by the name that they might be too large. He hears the woman whisper something to the third man when he feels a set of large hands grip the back of his head as a cock is shoved into his mouth.

He gags a bit at first then takes a second to relax and moisten his throat before the man thrusts his cock into his mouth again. The cock feels good in his mouth but it is a little larger than he is used to. He is trying to focus on the cock in his mouth when he feels a few hands exploring his balls and rubbing lube on his asshole. He clenches up instinctively when a hand grabs his semi-hard cock tightly and begins to stroke it from behind. His mouth has now fully engulfed the large penis and the man is face fucking him slowly, in and out again. His lips are drooling as the man's cock forces its way deeper into the slut's throat.

He whimpers with all of the sensations on his body at once. He loves sucking cock and strains to keep his head up off of the tree stump.

"Ready pretty sissy?" the woman asks. "One.....two......" then thrusts the large dildo in with a steady slow pressure into his sissy hole before reaching number three...

She laughs when he clenches his buttcheeks with the entry. He gasps with the cock in his mouth and involuntarily clenches his jaw down a bit. The man pushes his head back forcefully and slaps him across the face hard. "Ouch slut! You know better than to do that. Now hold still and let me fuck that pretty little mouth of yours." the man says as he forces his cock inside his mouth again. "Mmmmhmmm." the man groans. "Just like that you little cock whore."

He feels his eyes water a bit as he struggles to breathe again. The man's cock now sliding in and out of his mouth. The woman is now moving the dildo slowly in and out of his ass, getting deeper on each thrust. He feels the wide base of the dildo forcing his ass to open more and more for her. The third man is stroking his cock so lightly it is driving him crazy, making him yearn for a release soon. He grunts with every entry of the dildo into his ass, wondering just how big this dildo is.

The man suddenly begins to thrust against his mouth in a rapid motion. "Don't you fucking move slut!" he growls as he moans breathlessly about to cum. He thrusts wildly in his mouth then grabs the slut's ears to hold his face down and shoots a huge amount of cum all over the slut's face. It stings his eyes and gathers in his ears. The man holds his face as he cums, almost howling into the air when he does. He feels the man finally stop trembling and his face lays back onto the tree stump.

He hears what sounds to be a camera shutter in front of him. "Now you are pretty little sissy." the man whispers as he takes a photo of the cum shot on the slut's face as the woman is still pegging him from behind. "Next!" he calls out as he makes a mark on the slut's leg and walks away swiftly. He feels the second man release his cock. It falls against the tree stump with a few drops of pre-cum falling down.

He trembles a little as his body relaxes against the ropes holding him firmly down against the stump. His semi-hard cock is now pressing firmly against the side of the smooth tree trunk. He can't help but feel proud of how much he has been able to handle today but yet, feels anxious for what events are to come. The woman is now pegging his ass ever so slowly, in and out, with the thick dragon cock. He can feel the texture of the dildo's tip pressing against his prostate each time she enters his sissy hole. He is focusing on his breathing as the intensity of the stimulation on his prostate is becoming ever so intense and hard to bear. He shifts his hips forward and groans slightly.

"Hold still, pretty slut!" the woman says sternly. "A whore like you should be able to take a lot more than this little dildo. Now you don't want to disappoint me or your Queen, now do you sissy?" she growls in his ear as she grabs his hips to push the dildo farther into his stretched little hole. He moans loudly and shakes his head from side to side, unsure if he is allowed to speak to her.

"What a good little sissy!" she whispers to him. Now moving even slower in and out of him, almost as if to tease and torture his prostate. He feels the stimulation and it is almost too much. He feels an orgasm welling up deep inside him but must do everything he can to avoid cuming. "I cannot disappoint my Queen again!" he thinks to himself. He slips deeper into subspace now as he needs to almost leave his body to control his reactions.

The sun is now high overhead. His skin is tight and sticky from the urine, cum, sweat, lube, and sunscreen on his skin. He lets his mind wander to distract him, thinking of what he looks like in this position and how serene this scene must be from the outside.

"My turn!" the second man calls out. For a moment, he forgot the second man was there. He jumps a little as the second man grabs his head up off of the tree stump to inspect it.

"You are a pretty little used cock whore. Look at this cum on your face. It's almost as if the last man saved his cum for a week! You must have a nice mouth to fuck. I'm about to find out..." he explains to the slut.

Suddenly the second man pours ice cold water all over his face. He can't help but sputter and gasp as the cold water envelops his face and neck.

"I'm not going to fuck your face with all of Ted's cum on you. Hold still now slut!" he laughs as he pours more water over the slut's face. He feels the man wipe his face with a towel to clean it off. The woman laughs behind him and continues to overstimulate his prostate. "Such a pretty sissy you are!" she whispers to him.

He nods gently, almost now in a trance-like state. He is trying to stay calm and do what he needs to to please these campers. The second man grabs his face and slowly pushes his small cock into his mouth. He thinks "Oh thank god, his cock is much more manageable!" when the cock enters his mouth for the first time. The man groans lowly and thrusts farther down the slut's throat.

"Oh you do have a nice little mouth and you know how to use that tongue, don't you Pretty? I see you've been picking up tricks from your Queen." the man says smartly. "Who the fuck is this guy? And how does he know what she likes to do with her tongue during a blow job?" he wonders to himself. He can't help but be a little jealous that this man has shared her. He works his tongue on the tip of the man's cock as it enters and exits his mouth. "I must give him a better blow job than she has..."

"Ohhhhhh, just like that pretty sissy. I'm going to fuck that mouth of yours and add to the cum on your face!" the man groans gently. He turns his head from side to side as much as he can when the man's cock enters and exits his mouth. He can feel the man's penis twitch with the intense suction and teasing he is receiving. He feels a bit of precum in his mouth that only makes him hungry for more. He loves swallowing cum and was disappointed to not get any from the last man. He feels his cock harden again against the smooth tree trunk as he is getting face fucked. He continues teasing the man with his tongue and alternating between deep throating and teasing the tip.

He is just starting to get into a good rhythm with his mouth when the woman pegging him is thrusting wildly and moaning loudly. "Oh yes pretty slut.....don't fucking move!" she says as she presses his hips down against the tree stump and moves the dildo in and out quickly now, fucking his stretched sissy hole violently. "Mmmmmm.......oh my god....." she whispers as she fucks his ass. He can barely breathe now with the man's cock in his mouth, muffling his groans of pain. "That must be a double dildo she is wearing..." he thinks to himself as he tries to keep his mouth working as she fucks his ass hard.

She thrusts really deep into his ass, so much that he feels the dildo pressing on the far wall of his rectum. She cums hard and fast on top of him. He jumps a little as he listens to the beautiful sound of her orgasm when the dildo is removed from his sissy hole and feels a warm, soft liquid pool onto his exposed back. He hears a low whistling sound as she cums, almost like an air pump.

"Oh slut, you are much prettier now covered in my dragon cum! I've been wanting to cum on someone with my new dildo for a while now." she says playfully. She spreads the cum on his back to cover him. It is warm and sticky, almost drying up in the sun already. She was happy to get a chance to use the cum through dildo on a willing slut. She slaps his ass hard and makes another mark on his leg before wandering off quietly. He listens closely to her and hopes he can remember her smell to find her later in the campground.

Before he can process what just happened, the man using his face begins to growl loudly. He focuses on pleasing the man, even as his sissy hole is aching. It feels used and abused, but like a good slut, he wants more. The man grabs his face and only lets the tip of his cock gently in and out of his mouth. He swirls his tongue over the tip of this cock as it pushes back in. He feels the man's cock twitch in his mouth, knowing he is close to cumming. He does all he can to get the man off quickly, hoping he can taste his sweet cum this time.

Just as the man moans loudly in the start of an orgasm he hears the pitter patter of more campers approaching the scene. They are giggling and commenting on the available slut for use. He can hear them talking, but cannot tell what they are saying. He feels like he is floating above himself right now, deep into subspace. He wonders how many there are and what they have planned for him next.

The man grabs the slut's jaw and takes his cock out, "oh no slut!" he exclaims as his cum floods his face once more. This orgasm seems to last forever and cum just keeps shooting out of his cock in short bursts. He moans gently with each shot, seeming to aim for all parts of his face but his mouth. He keeps his mouth open wide, hoping to taste some but none ever makes it into his mouth. He grab's the slut's face and turns it to the side, "Don't tell your Queen, but you are better with your tongue than she is..." the man whispers into his ear. This makes him grin smugly. "Oh my, boy would she hate it if I told her that. She takes great pride in her oral skills!" he thinks to himself.

The gathering party is amused by the scene. He can hear them laughing and making their own plans for him. The man finishes cumming and makes another mark on his leg before walking away. "All yours!" he says as he leaves. He wonders who this man is and how he knows so much about him and his Queen.

He is hot, sticky, and his shoulders ache. "I must stay strong for her. She will not push me beyond what I can handle. I have endured much more physical pain in my life. I can do this!" he tells himself, preparing for the next round of use.

"This little slut is pretty filthy already, and omg, look at all of the marks and writing on him!" a young woman exclaims as she approaches the immobilized slut. They giggle and try to count the marks on his body. She slaps his ass hard and speaks into his ear, "you have been busy today haven't you sissy?". He jumps a bit from the spanking and nods his head to answer yes. "What a good boy you have been! But you are pretty filthy."

He shudders and moans in agony as she dumps a large bottle of ice water on his back so it runs down his balls to pool on the tree stump. The group laughs and pours more water slowly down his legs and even across his face. It is intensely cold but refreshing. He could feel the cum and lube drying onto his body as he sat in the hot sun.

"Now that's a little better!" a woman says, wiping his legs and face with a soft cloth. The group whispers quietly to themselves, concocting their plans to torture him. They untie his hands and arms and slowly let him stand up for a moment. He stumbles a bit on his feet and is thankful for the opportunity to stretch. They help him to his feet and give him a moment to recover.

"Here you are slut. Drink up." she says, putting a bottle of gatorade in his hands. "You'll need your energy for this next scene."

He stands naked in the sun drinking as much of the bottle as he can. It is sweet and cold on his dry, sore throat. He shakes involuntarily as he stands, more from the endorphin rush than the fatigue. He wonders what time it is and where his precious queen is now. He misses her and hopes he is exceeding her expectations today,

"Very good slut. Time is up. Stay still and keep your arms where I place them." she says, grabbing his wrist. "Yes ma'am." he whispers instinctively.

He feels a cool rope wrapped around his right wrist and then his left. He feels the end of the ropes hit against his body as his hands are tied together carefully. He hears the others that have come to join him rigging something up in the tree nearby.

"Here slut. Walk backwards a few steps towards me." she says, guiding him back toward the base of a tree. "Feet apart!" she snaps at him as he shakily widens his stance. She connects the rope that is binding his wrists to hold his hands loosely over his head. Another person begins fashioning a waist harness around his groin. He feels the ropes tighten and finds comfort in the way they tighten around his body.

He hears the familiar clip of carabiners on his harness and struggles to balance his body as his waist is hoisted into the air. "Now just relax slut. Sit back in your harness and let the ropes do the work for you." a man whispers into his ear.

He nods and relaxes a bit back to let the harness swing him there by the tree. It isn't loose but he feels supported. The group raises his hands higher now leaving him hanging free from the branch with his hands above him and lying on his back in the harness. They work quickly to tie his legs apart to the trees nearby, talking softly to one another. His shoulders still ache but this position is much more comfortable than before yet he feels more exposed. This makes him slightly nervous. He looks around, hoping for a sign of the time. The sun is still high but less warm than it was. Maybe he is in the shade now.

He hears the group gathering their equipment to prepare for their scene with him. A woman approaches him first and slaps his flaccid cock with a small flogger. "After all that we've done for you slut...you aren't even excited yet?" He winces and flexes his feet to get away from her. She grabs his harness and pulls his body closer to him. She continues whipping the head of his cock, harder and harder until a little precum seeps out and it is semi rigid again. She laughs and grabs his cock by the base. "Awww, how cute you are slut!".

He was so preoccupied by her he did not notice the movement happening behind her. He feels the rough callused hands of a man grab his hip harness, tipping him back a bit. He breathes quickly and tenses a little, finding it hard to trust the ropes in this moment. "No, no. This needs a quick adjustment." the man says. He feels the ropes on his legs loosen and tighten again, this time his hips are farther down and his legs are out to his sides and raised higher in the air leaving his genitals and ass exposed. His head hangs back at eye level. He can finally feel the sun heating up his asshole as it reaches his tender skin. He is thankful for the breeze passing by that is drying the water from his skin.

The man takes his balls in his hand and ties a piece of paracord around them to suspend a heavy weight. He groans as the stone pulls freely on his balls. He feels it almost hit the ground. The man then strokes the slut's cock until it is nice and hard again. "Now there you go, little slut. That's what daddy likes to see." he whispers in his ear. He strains his neck up to get closer to the man. He smells and sounds familiar for some reason but he cannot place the man. He pays close attention to the movements he makes for clues as to his identity. "Get over here little girl." the man says briskly. He hears lighter footsteps coming closer to him.

"Now my kitten. This slut here is in need of more abuse as per the requests of his Queen. You remember her, don't you?" he said softly to her. "Yes daddy. We met her this morning when we showered." she replied. "Very good my dear. We have been looking for a way for you to safely explore you dominant side kitten. I think this is the perfect opportunity. Here we have a well used slut suspended from a tree for you to do with whatever you please. We have all of our favorite toys in the chest here. I will guide you when you need it but I want to see you use this little cockwhore in any way you choose." he explains.

She giggles with delight and says "Oh thank you for this opportunity daddy. I will not let you down." as she kisses him on the cheek. He nods proudly and gestures for her to help herself to the toys.

He listens closely to their intimate conversation. He is worried she will be too heavy handed or cross some of his limits without knowing. Yet the excitement of providing a learning experience for the girl is rewarding to him.

She seems to take a turn with all of the toys in the chest. By the time she is done the sun is lower and it is getting late. She started off with some light flogging, caning on his chest, nipple torture, ball kicking and so much cock teasing he almost came a dozen times. He can feel a huge orgasm welling up in his prostate. He hopes he will get some release tonight after he rests.

The kitten did well with most of the toys. There were a few misplaced hits that will leave some memorable scars behind. She had great fun in using his as a toy for the night. She giggled and laughed at his reactions. Her daddy only needed to step in a few times to show her how to hold a paddle or where to place the cane across his chest. He congratulated her on her session and then said the terrifying phrase of the day, "Now my kitten, it's daddy's turn." with a wide, sheepish grin. The man whispers something to his kitten and unzips his pants. He removes the paracord ball chute from the slut and readjusts the leg ties so his feet are farther up in the air and his ass is lower.

He is so hungry and his muscles are so tense from holding the suspension for so long. He wonders when and where his Queen has gotten to. He seems almost detached from his own body at this point as the hunger and fatigue are sending him deep into subspace. He tries hard to focus on her to distract himself. It feels like days have gone by since he saw her last. He knows she's been keeping an eye on him all along. She would never put him in harm's way and that is why he chooses to give himself completely to her. His thoughts are suddenly interrupted by the big cock daddy just shoved into his sore sissyhole. Despite himself he grunts loudly.

 

"Ahh, slut. Your sissy hole a little sore today?" the man says, smacking his rosy ass hard with his large, calloused hands. He can't help but moan again. The man starts fucking him furiously, like a jackhammer. Daddy is breathing heavy and dripping sweat all down his back, and ass.

He loses all sense of himself in this state. Suspended. Restrained. Fatigued. Dehydrated. Filthy. Covered in cum and marker and who knows what else. He swings back and forth on the ropes in a fog. His body is but a shell of himself now. He loses time in this state and drifts off into his own mind again. He is finding it easier and easier to get into subspace the more he is around his Queen and her influence.

Who knows how long the man fucked him. Who knows if the man even came or where he came. Who knows what else occured in that scene. He had lost himself completely and he felt such joy from the experience.

"Oh, there she is!" the kitten exclaims suddenly, pulling him out of subspace a bit. He strains to listen for clues. He can feel his breath increasing in speed and his heart rate heighten. He struggles in his ropes when he feels her near, as if he needs to be in a certain position or gesture in some way to please her. He can't help this urge to relentlessly and selflessly please her.

He hears her chatting quietly with the couple who just used him and she is laughing at their descriptions of their scene. He hopes he has done well to please her today as that comfy air mattress sounds like heaven tonight after the day he has had.

She says goodnight to the couple and thanks them for their participation and begins to untie him from the suspension, slowly and deliberately without speaking. She takes great care to not disturb his soiled body. She lays him on the ground to remove all of his bindings. She examines the writing and hash marks of given orgasms all over his sticky, warm body.

"Very well my little sissy whore. I have been hearing stories from satisfied customers all day and had to come see the evidence for myself." she says taking off his blindfold and holding his weary head in her hands.

He is taken back by suddenly being able to see again after all that time in the blindfold today. He is shaking now, finally truly feeling the rush of endorphins that have been coursing through his tired body. He sees her now and is overcome with emotion. He feels safe again. He feels like she will make everything better now. He stays there in her arms for a while, shaking and sobbing from the intense drop he is feeling. They sit for a while in silence and allow him to come back to reality.

"Are you well sissy? Do you think you can walk?" she asks, kissing him on the forehead.

He nods yes as the tears run down his face. She hands him a bag and a towel. "Good. Let's go get you cleaned up." she says, grabbing his hand. They walk in silence through the campground, now only lit by the strawberry moon, to the showers. She has him walk to the full length mirror to inspect his body. He squints in the bright light until his eyes focus on this body. It is filthy and covered in derogatory names like 'slut', 'whore', and 'cum dumpster'. There are many tiny, thin hash marks on his right side. He can only assume those were the number of orgasms he provided at the camp today. He counts 24 with what he can see.

"You did very well today slut. I know many of the people pushed your limits but you held true to your word and resisted the temptation to speak or give up. I am proud of you, my pet. You provided so much pleasure for others today. I don't think you have been in subspace that far for so long before. You will need to rest soon. Now wash all of that cum and lube off of your body." she says, pushing him into the group shower. She surprises him by joining him in the shower.

She washes his body carefully as he is too fatigued to clean himself properly right now. She washes his hair and back and works hard to get all of the marks off of his body. She cleanses herself and washes her own hair as well, keeping a close eye on him to be sure he is conscious. They dry off and remain naked for the long walk back to their tent. She again takes his hand to lead him. He is thankful for her constant vigilance as he wouldn't know how to get back to the camp at this point. She brings him to the camp and has him sit in the chair. She hands him a sandwich to devour before heading to bed. She leads him into her tent again by his hand and lays him softly on the bed. He curls up, still feeling emotional and very vulnerable. She lies next to him and holds him closely to her breasts. She grasps him so tight he feels her heart beating on his back. He gently and effortlessly goes back into subspace or twilight or somewhere he has never been before. He cannot imagine ever feeling so fulfilled and protected ever again in his life. They fall asleep in each other's arms for the best night of sleep he has ever experienced.