Friday, July 31, 2009

first----part-1-of-1

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My First

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I’m not sure where my interest came from. I think it has something to do with finding my dad’s porn collection when I was younger. I remember one day I was watching this girl suck this beautiful cock on tape. All of a sudden I became so curious as to what a cock in my mouth would feel like. For some reason, I didn’t find it dirty or disgusting. From then on, whenever I watched porn, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the cocks. It became my fantasy. All I could think about was having one sliding in and out of my mouth.
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Since I wasn’t gay and knew this to be very true, no question at all, meeting guys face to face was difficult. After many uncomfortable encounters, I found what changed my life, Glory holes.
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One Friday. I caught an early movie. Afterwards I stumbled upon an adult bookstore. As I secretly check out the gay magazines, I noticed that a couple of guys bought some tokens and went through a curtain into another room. When I ask the clerk what was back there, he said individual viewing booths. Each room had a TV that had over two-dozen different channels showing adult movies. All I had to do was drop in tokens and sit back and enjoy the movie. I thought what the hell, so I bought some tokens and headed back there. I couldn't believe what a smelly, sleazy place the viewing booth area was. Nervously, soon found myself sit down in a small viewing booth and the rank but intoxicating smell of testosterone and sex was everywhere.

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As I dropped a token in the slot, I noticed that there was a big hole cut through the wall. As soon as the movie came on I started switching channels and quickly found a channel that was nothing but cum shots, my favorite. I quickly pulled my pants down and started stroking my cock. My head was spinning.

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As I watched the movie, I heard the door of the next booth open and close. I quickly pulled my pants back up and without thinking I leaned over and peeked through the hole. The guy was standing in front of the TV screen, dropped in some tokens. Then to my surprise he pulled out his cock and started stroking it. I was totally mesmerized by the whole thing. I, as usual, couldn’t take my eyes off his cock. I tried but couldn’t see his face, but I guess he saw me peering through the hole, because he turned and held it toward the hole so that I could get a good look at it. Scared that I had been caught staring, I quickly sat back in my chair. I didn’t want to get into a fight because I was a ‘damn queer,” I mean, this was Texas.

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I sat there for what felt like hours. Then all of a sudden, he pushed his cock through the hole. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I didn’t know people did this kind of thing. Here I was, sitting in a dark booth with a cock sticking through a hole in the wall. I’d never done this before and I was suddenly scared to death. I reached out and with a shaking hand grasped the cock in front of me. It was a medium sized cock, just a bigger than my own. I marveled in the warmth that was radiating off this stranger’s cock. Without thinking, I grabbed it and started stroking. When I heard a groan from the other side of the wall, I was stunned. I couldn’t believe that I was actually doing it. With the smell of cum everywhere, my head was spinning.

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As if possessed, I slid out of my chair and down on to my knees. Suddenly I was eye level with one of the biggest cocks that I’d ever seen. Nervously I leaned forward and started rubbing it against my lips as I jacked it off. Growing bolder, I stuck out my tongue and started slowly licking the head

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Next thing I know, I had a cock in my mouth and I was sucking it for all I was worth. I was finally living out my fantasy and it was totally anonymous. All the feelings of discomfort that I’d expected in my first awkward meetings were gone. It felt both weird and incredibly exciting to be on my knees with a hard cock in my mouth for the first time. I kept licking and sucking and bobbing my mouth around his cockhead and the sensitive area all around the rim. I was getting totally turned on giving this guy head.

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Since I’d never sucked a cock before, I didn’t know that he was getting close. Next thing I know, my mouth was flooded with his cum. I hadn’t even tasted cum before. I didn’t know what to do so I held his cock in my mouth. He finally pulled his cock out, zipped up, and walked out. I was left sitting in my booth with a mouthful of cum. Then all I did was touch my own hard cock and I exploded all over myself. I was so startled that I swallowed the cum that was in my mouth. I didn’t have a towel so I licked the cum off of my hands and then beet red faced I’d bolted for the door.
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I was so embarrassed by what I had done. I’d knelt on the dirty floor of a viewing booth and let a total stranger cum in my mouth. Not only did I not know, but thanks to the hole, I didn’t even know what he looked like.

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All I could think about was how dirty and depraved I was and how turned on that made me feel. My southern Bible belt teachings came to the surface so I castigated myself all the way home. I called myself a pervert and told myself that being a queer was an abomination, and I vowed that I never go back there again.

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My vow didn’t last long. After I thought about it, I realized that all the preachers in the world were wrong. When I took the guys cock in my mouth and sucked it, not only did the sky not fall on me, but also lightening didn’t even strike me. As for being embarrassed and running out like a scared little girl, sure everybody in the place knew that I was a queer and that I was there to suck cock. I also realized that there was nothing to be ashamed of, because that was why everyone else was there too. They were there either to suck a cock themselves or to get their cock sucked.

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The next afternoon, there I was again in the same booth. I’ll admit that I was still a little apprehensive but not nearly as scared or as embarrassed as I’d been the day before.

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Without leaving my booth or getting off my knees, I sucked off 4-guys. This I had a little better idea of what I was doing. When a cock was stuck through the hole, I took it in my mouth like it was the most natural thing in the world. Now I knew what to do. My mouth moved up and down his shaft, sucking and my tongue licking this incredible part of his body. Soon the guy was thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. As he fucked my mouth I moaned and slurped with pleasure on his huge cock. I felt weak and submissive as his cock continued its work in and out of my mouth.

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I could taste his pre-cum as it leaked into my mouth and I loved it and couldn't wait for his full load to shoot into my hungry mouth. I didn't have to wait long before he stuttered out "I'm cumming."
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He quickened his strokes and then with one last deep thrust, shot the first of four huge loads into my mouth. His warm and salty cum quickly filled my mouth and began to flow down my throat to my waiting belly. He pulled out and shot his last two loads on my face.

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I never even had time to get up, before another guy came in and stuck my cock through the hole. In a few seconds I was closing my warm mouth around his cock and sucking. The pleasure was more intense because it was someone that I’d never met that had their hard cock in my mouth. I deep throated him and then licked around the head. Eagerly he pumped his hips forward and back as he rocked his cock down my throat. I could felt the cum building in his balls and knew that this strangers would soon be shooting his load down my throat.

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The stranger bucked his hips forward as his orgasm hit and the cum erupted out of his cock and into my mouth. I didn’t miss a beat; I sucked hard to finish his load. I still couldn’t get over what a rush it was to have a big load shot into my hot mouth.

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The next 2-guys were a blur. All I could remember was my amazement at being on my knees in an adult bookstore, sucking the dick of a total stranger. Yet here I was, sucking the stranger cock like my very life depended on it. And worse, I was relishing in the excitement of it all.

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Once I discovered glory holes, I fell in love with the place. I moved about 15-minutes away, and then I practically lived there. I’d stop in on the way home from work so I could suck a little cock. Two or 3-evenings, instead of watching TV, I’d pop in and suck cocks instead. From Friday night to Sunday night I was in there night and day. I’d go in Saturday morning and suck off everyone in the place that wanted a blowjob. Then I’d go to lunch and come back afterwards and do it again. I’d only leave to go eat. Surprisingly, Sunday morning during church was a good time to suck cocks. It was amazing how many guys snuck by to get their cock sucked while their wife and kids were in church. I couldn’t believe how much cock I was getting to suck. I was going in so often that the clerks were starting to look at me funny.

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Even though I prefer women, I'm still fascinated by that thing dangling between a guy’s legs. I love the texture, love feeling it grow in my mouth and finally, erupting, the spasm it creates on my tongue when the tip of a guy’s cock ejects its contents into my mouth. I had an orgasm just from a gut cumming in my mouth. I’ve grown a bit since then. I still know that I am straight. I’m comfortable with my fetish. Now besides glory holes, I can now get together face to face with a guy and not feel too uncomfortable. The only requirement is that we both know that he has to be aggressive and we are there for only sex. cruising works well for this. I don’t like talk unless it’s dirty, the dirtier the better.
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The end…

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Thursday, July 30, 2009

teacher----part-1-of-1

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Meghan's Teacher

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Miss Morales was sitting at her desk; the last of the students had gone into the shower after gymnastic practice. She got up and followed them; damn, there were some fine looking little things in this year’s class. She couldn't take her eyes off of one cutie though, Meghan Neybee. She was a cute little blonde with such a perfect figure. God must have worked overtime on this one, Sonja thought to herself. She had always been partial to blondes. She loved the contrast between the sultry Mexican features that she saw in the mirror each morning, rounded womanly curves suggesting soft passionate lovemaking; not the tomboyish slightly angular features of Meghan. Her sharply defined XX-year old breasts contrasted with her own rounded full sensitive teats. Yes teats, not tits, knockers or breasts, teats. Designed for sucking, giving life and nurturing. Their pillowy softness had lulled many young things into a sense of security and peacefulness.
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Sonja thought of what, if given the chance that she would do to this tantalizing morsel. She would let her nuzzle those soft mounds, hold her tight and take away all her worries. Teenage angst was such a wonderful thing for her. She had ‘comforted’ several girls at her last school. Ha, that's the reason she was here now, stupid school board. Well, at least the hadn't put the detail of the incident in her record. She could tell that Meghan was upset and conflicted all throughout practice. As she had done to other conquests before, she approached Meghan and asked if anything was wrong. Meghan looked at her with those adorable blue eyes and said, "No, not really" in a halfhearted way. Sonja knew she was concealing something but knew not to push it. She slipped Meghan her cell phone number and told her that if she ever needed a friend, not just a teacher, to call her anytime. She saw her tuck the note into her purse and then continue stripping for her shower.
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Damn, its like being a kid in a candy store thought Sonja as she was treated to the display of not just Meghan undressing but a whole class of 00 and 00 year olds. For a confirmed lesbian like her, the temptation was overwhelming. She rushed back into her office and no sooner had she shut the door than her hand was inside the front of her pants and urgently rubbing her pussy. Oh that feels great, just a little bit more, just a little … KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK …Shit. "Come in she yelled. As the door opened, it was none other than Megan.

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“I was wondering, Miss Morales,” asked Megan shyly, "Of course dear."

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Meghan just exploded with a woeful tale of her parents invading her privacy and how humiliated she was. and how she just couldn't look at Vice after her step dad had unceremoniously thrown him out. What was she to do? Sonja drew her to her bosom and rocked her gently. "There, there, that's a good girl. You did nothing to be ashamed of. No one has the right to invade your privacy like that."

Holding Meghan so close was giving Sonja fits. She wondered if Meghan could hear the squishing sounds coming from her flooded pussy. She’d always been extremely wet, embarrassingly so. She remembered the first time that she’d had sex with a boy. She was so confused then. Hell it took her two weeks to be able to have sex again. he was pretty large and after she clamped up from nervousness there was no way he could get in. He had slid my panties down and I could see the strings of thick love honey glistening in the fading light. I was mortified. If you've ever seen a Mexican girl blush you've really witnessed a treat. The flushing of that brown skin, the dewey humid downcast eyes looking to hide and the Catholic schoolgirl, feet prancing, ‘gotta go pee, humiliation is right up there with the Grand Canyon as one of Natures finest things.

Meghan had settled down now and started apologizing for interrupting with such a matter. As she turned to leave, Sonja reminded her that she could always call her and that she wouldn't tell a soul. Smiling her appreciatively, Meghan walked out the door.

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What a day, thought Sonja as she slumped down on her living room couch. She’d been so close to taking the edge off her hyper sexuality when that sweet little thing, Meghan had come into her office and fanned the fire. All the rest of the day she’d been a bundle of nerves. Finally, now she’d be able to get off. She’d selected her favorite little helpers, a little pink thing about 4-inches long with a knobby protrusion that lay on her clit. Oh it felt so good. It fit into that little spot that just made her eyes roll back into her head whenever it was caressed. Sonja thought that penetration was overrated. She could coax more orgasms out of her frequent partners simply by caressing, licking and doing the many, many other things that she was such an expert at that she rarely if ever inserted her 8-inch lifelike dildo into her seething pussy. Tonight would be an exception to that rule. Without a partner to reciprocate, she knew that her pussy needed to be reamed and rammed good. Gentle tickles on the outside were no substitute for what she now craved.
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Sonja toyed with her pussy, playing it like a Stradivarius, rubbing and caressing, driving herself near crazy with her little 4-inch toy. She wanted to prolong her pleasure, but despite trying to hold off her orgasm as long as possible, she knew that she was almost over the edge. As she pulled out her 8-incher Stallion, Sonja smiled to herself. how many girls name their dildos? No matter, she chuckled as she rubbed Stallion up and down her wet lips and placed the head right at the entrance to her throbbing slit. Her legs were high in the air, searching for an imaginary partner …Beep …BEEP …Beep …Who? ...BEEP...BEEP...BEEP..’WHO THE FUCK IS THAT?’ Thought Sonja as she grabbed her cell phone. “Hello,” she snapped.

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"Ms. Morales?" she heard a tearful voice nervously ask. She immediately recognized that it was Meghan Neybee that was calling. She'd gotten into some sort of argument with her step-dad after school and, “Couldshecomeoverrightawayandtalkaboutit?” The urgency in her voice matched her rapid-fire delivery.

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Sonja thought to herself, ‘Like a Moth to the Flame.’ Aloud she said, “Of course, dear come right on over. Here's my address. Oh really? You live that close to me. What a coincidence. Well, hurry right on over."

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Sonja quickly tidied up and dragged a wet washcloth over her seething pussy. but the feel of the cool cloth did little to stem her Sonja’s arousal.

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After fingering herself to an orgasm on her bed, Meghan had hurried right over. Meghan knew nothing of the sex crazed teachers desires as she tentatively rang the bell. Meghan needed answers. Although she’d slipped on a light cotton sundress to cover her nakedness, Meghan was wearing any panties; the spanking had made her butt so sore that she didn't know if she’d ever be able to sit again. And, now she couldn't even stand panties.

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When Sonja opened the door, she shyly said, “Miss Morales, th …th …thanks for seeing me tonight"
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“Of course dear,” she said, “But call me Sonja. It's after school hours.”
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”Thanks, I knew I could come to you.”
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”Come in dear, and sit down.”
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”Oh no, I can't,” exploded Megan. And then her tale of the viscous spanking and her humiliating orgasm while stretched over her stepfathers lap came pouring out. In tears, she moaned, “When he cupped her pussy, I cummed.” Hating too, she stammered out the words, "And I think I enjoyed it"
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Christmas had come early thought Sonja. “How dare he spank you like that? Show me exactly how bad it is. That's right, dear just bend over at the waist and lift your dress.”

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“Oh my God,” gasped Sonja. “That bastard. We need to get a record of this. Wait here, baby while I get my camera.”

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Meghan turned bright red, and whimpered, “A camera, why? I don't want any pictures of this.”

“But dear,” Sonja cooed patiently. “We must have pictures as proof of what he did. Now be a good little girl and turn around. That's right; dear hold your dress up high. Higher.” With a sigh, Sonja said, “We have to see if he left any other marks, so why don’t you just go ahead and take it all the way off.”

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As Megan stood naked before her, Sonja purred, “That's right, sweetheart, turn around slowly. I'll need pictures of all angles.”

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Sonja's Cannon digital hummed along flawlessly taking picture after picture. She even managed to get a little video of her telling how she’d orgasmed when her stepfather cupped her pussy.
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”Oh honey, your bottom looks so angry and red. Let’s go into my bedroom. I have something that we can put on it to take out the sting.”

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Meghan was amazed. Moving to Sonja’s bedroom was like a trip to fantasyland. The well-decorated room centered around a large four-poster bed. It dominated the room so much that it seemed like a stage. Somewhat out of place with the other furnishings, it had pillows strewn atop it.

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Sonja carefully helped Meghan up on to the bed and directed her to lay down with her luscious ass high in the air on top of one rather large rounded pillow. Hesitatingly complying, Meghan laid down as directed. Soon cool hands gently touched her burning cheeks. Sighing heavily into the bed, her problems seemed to melt away as she felt her ass lovingly caressed by expert hands. Teasingly, the hands moved over other parts of her taut body. Up her smooth back, past the little dimples over her butt cheeks and onto her flanks.

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“Oh,” she sighed, “that felt good. Megan couldn't believe how tense she was. As she drifted off into a euphoric dream state, Sonja's hands slipped around and reached underneath her to cup her swollen breasts.

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As her nipples responded, Megan came out of her daze and stammered, “Wait a minute, my breasts didn't get spanked.”

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Meghan struggled to leave but Sonja held her down easily.

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“Now you don't want to go yet.”

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“I DON'T LIKE GIRLS,” Meghan hissed angrily.

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“Oh come on,” purred Sonja, “How do you know unless you try?”

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“I THINK NOT!” snapped Meghan.

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“Well, you can go if you'd like,” teased Sonja.

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“I'm sure you won't mind if I send copies of those pictures of you to a few of my closest friends, and perhaps one or two of your class mates. Becky Thomson, for instance, that girl you were having an argument with last week? I’ll bet that she’d love a set.”

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Megan’s heart sank. If Becky got those pictures she might as well commit suicide. Even being a lesbian was better than having those pictures come out.

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With tears streaming down her face, Megan looked at Sonja and said, “OK, you win, just get it over with.”

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“No, No dear,” said Sonja, laying the down the rules, “you don't understand. You're going to be an active participant and after a little while I'm sure an enthusiastic one.”

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Meghan’s eyes were full of fire, she knew Sonja had set up and she hated her for it. Then she looked at Sonja and resignedly lowered her head back to the bed, giving herself up to the older woman's caresses. She could fight no more. But, it did feel good...
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Wednesday, July 29, 2009

housewife----part-1 thru 7-of-7

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The Corruption of a Housewife

Part-1-of-7

The Hook is Baited.

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I am a 36-year old housewife, married for ten years and live in a quiet suburban area. This happened just after our wedding. I was very naïve about sex and had never done anything exciting although I seem to attract the attention of many men. Back then I had shoulder length blonde hair and a good figure with 36c breasts that looked bigger because of my slim waist.
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Anyway after 6-months of marriage I lost my job and my husband, Brian suggested that I stay home for a while before looking for another. There is only so much to do around the house all day, so I tended to get a bit bored. One of the things I looked forward to was the company of two men, one almost 60, the other 55. They were retired and did peoples gardens for some extra cash and to keep busy.
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Sometimes I let them come in the house for a drink or chatted with them in the garden. Nothing sexual ever crossed my mind, or I think theirs until one afternoon when they were leaving one of them dropped a magazine. I picked it up and was about to call them back when I realized that it was a porn magazine. Instead of giving it back, I began to thumb through it. I had never seen anything like it before; it mainly featured women being spanked. I was amazed; I had never associated sexual pleasure with that sort of thing and was shocked to find out that these two elderly gentlemen were even reading such things. One picture showed a woman bent over a man’s knee, with her skirt pulled up and her ass being slashed with his hand. Another showed a series of pictures that started with a woman in a room with three men. As the pictures progressed she was felt up and then they bent her over a chair, pulled down her panties and took turns to spank her.
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The ones that really caused me to have a funny feeling were at the back of the book. They showed men with their penises out and masturbating while women were being spanked. Some showed the woman holding a cock. The pictures really turned me on so much that I settled down in my favorite chair to have a really good look. I was very excited by the pictures of men’s cocks and fascinated by how these women let themselves be treated like that. It was very kinky and unusual, but something about the whole idea of being spanked intrigued me -
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When the men were about to finish for the day I called the elder one in. then gathering up my courage, and said, “You dropped this earlier,” as I nervously handed him the magazine.
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He was shocked and spent the next five minutes apologizing to me. Since he seemed more embarrassed than me, I felt brave enough to say that it was OK and that I had looked at it and found it interesting.
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“At my age it’s just for a bit of excitement,” he said.
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Then he asked me not to tell his wife. I said I wouldn’t and somehow it made me feel a little naughty sharing a sex secret with another man. Before he left he said, “I glad that you found it worth looking at and that you weren’t annoyed.”

After they had gone, it wasn’t long before I was laid on my bed with my hand inside my panties. For the next few days I kept thinking about the unusual porn magazine. It had excited me more than just pictures of couples making love would have done. I had never had any desire to look at porn magazines but these had somehow had a strange effect on me.
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Next time the men came to work on the garden I found that I was very excited. I wondered if the subject would come up again though I wouldn’t dare ask him if he had any more books. When I heard a knock at the door and saw it was the elder man, I invited him in. He apologized again and said, “I hope you weren’t disgusted by what you saw.”

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I reassured him that it was fine and that, “Even though it was the first time that I’d seen such a thing, I found it interesting.”

He asked, “Did you look at all the way through?”

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When I nodded he seemed a little stirred up. He then asked, “Which parts did you find the most interesting?”

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Red faced with embarrassment, I told him, “I didn’t know spanking caused people sexual pleasure or that they actually had books on it.” I added that, “I was surprised that the women being spanked liked it so much. I read the section with reader’s letters and found them also interesting.”
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He told me, “Lots of people indulged in spanking,’ and he added pointedly, “And also in other unusual pastimes to do with sex.”

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Without thinking I blurted out, “Have you ever actually done it, spanked someone?” It was really only a thought and I knew I shouldn’t have said it.
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“Yes,” he answered calmly, “Many times when I was younger, though not so much now, less opportunities.”
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His answer made me blush even more than before. As I shyly looked down he asked, “Would you like to see another book, while we work on the garden?” Not daring to speak, I just nodded my head. He put a magazine on the table that had a picture on the front page of a woman being slashed on her bare bottom with a riding crop while a man stood at her front with a very big hard penis, about to insert it in her open mouth. I went fiery red and gasped with shock letting out a little yell.
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The man laughed softly and said, “This one’s a bit stronger than the other one. If you don’t want to look at it, give it back when I leave.”
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Then he went out and leaving me standing there stunned.
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I couldn’t believe it, spanking women turned on this nice old man that did our garden. He said he used to actually do it, so did he do what the men in the pictures did? I imagined him in the pictures, naked, or with his penis in his hand. Did he, I wondered, get women to put his cock in their mouths or did he fuck them from behind? Did he know women that liked having several men together use her and get her to do dirty things? I was becoming aroused thinking about it, especially whether or not he had fantasies about spanking me?
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The book was disgusting, even showing things I thought no one would be allowed to photograph and publish. A man with his cock up a woman’s bottom slashing her while she sucked on another. Whips featured too, and I had never seen cocks so big. In one picture a woman knelt on all fours with sperm from three men running down her face. And this old man who did our garden had given me this to look at?
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Over the next three weeks he continued given me similar magazines to look at. The books were having a strange effect on me, and despite myself, I fantasized a great deal about men spanking me. Unconscientiously, I began to bend over differently as though sticking my butt out for a spanking. I even let the gardeners have a good look and a couple of times wore skirts shorter than I normally would. Thinking I was being discrete, I found it arousing to bend over while they were in the house and just for a second pretend they were about to spank me.
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Then one day the old man came in from the garden as he usually did. It became the pattern for him to pop in and leave me a book. Later they would both come in for coffee and I would return the book as they were leaving. I didn’t know at that stage whether the other man knew or not. This time I was sat at the table when the man came and handed me the magazine. But instead of leaving, he pulled out a chair and joined me. I was a little surprised but said nothing. He told me to go ahead and look at the magazine. I was nervous reading it in front of him, but I did as he suggested. It was one of the stronger ones and featured more than spanking and whipping. It had lots of anal sex and I nearly died when I turned over one page and it showed men peeing.
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Smiling at my embarrassment, he asked, “Have you even seen that before?”

My voice shook, as I answered, “No.”

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Then he asked, “Do the books make you wonder what it would feel like to try some of the things that you’ve read about?”

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Reluctantly I said, “Yes, some of them get me to thinking.

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He asked, “Would you like to try it, and see what it felt like to be spanked?”

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I said, “Yes, thinking he was asking me the same question, do I wonder about it. Then I realized that he meant do it for real, let him spank me.

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“Stand up,” he said quietly but firmly.
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“No, wait, I didn’t know what you meant,” I stammered but finding myself obeying anyway.
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“It’s OK,’ he purred, “No one will know. We’re just trying it to see if you like it. Lots of wives do.” As I stared, he came closer and put his arm around my waist he gently started to rubbing my breasts.
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“Do you like the pictures of men, the ones showing how big and hard their cocks are?”
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I froze and didn’t know what to do. He asked me again and I thought it best to answer him, “Yes.”
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He asked me if I liked to suck cock and being honest I said, “I don’t know, I've never sucked one before.” He pressed me for more and got me to admit that the idea excited me.
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“Come on,” he said, “Bend over the table so I can give you a little spanking.”
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I protested but let him bend me over. When he moved behind me and tried to lift my skirt, I shouted, “No! Show me without doing that, just do it over my clothes.”
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I couldn’t believe that I had just said that, but I stayed bent over the table. His hand squeezed my bottom a little and then I felt a slap…spat… It was followed by others, …spat, spat…each one harder than the last. As his hand kept connecting with my butt…spat…he kept telling me that I was a naughty girl. Suddenly he moved up beside me and gripped me round the waist and told me to repeat after him that I was naughty. Feeling silly, I refused and was about to tell him to stop when he yanked up my dress. I shouted at him and then I felt a really hard slap …spat…across my panty-clad butt. I thrashed, but he held me in a vice like grip as he delivered each slap with precision, … spat…first on one cheek … spat…then the other. My bottom began to throb and burn as each stinging blow …spat…found its mark… spat. I started to sob and cry out but my pleadings fell on deaf ears.

Then the pain …spat…started to be replaced by a warm glow as though an electric fire was pointing straight at my bum. The slaps came regular … spat…splat… stinging and … spat …the burn started. My yelling …spat…had turned into a moan …spat… and realized I was becoming quite aroused.
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I was startled when I heard the man say; “I think you’re ready for my belt across your butt.”
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The tone of his voice wasn’t really threatening and for a minute he did nothing, just stood there. It dawned on me that this was a safety valve. He was giving me a chance to call a halt to things. I didn’t moved though; I remained still with butt pointed in the air. Now that we were both still I was more aware of what a sight my panty clad posterior presented to the man. I wondered, was his cock hard and did he want to fuck me? I felt myself starting to get a little damp between the legs at the thought of this elderly man fucking me. Here I was, I hardly knew him and was bent over with my skirt up letting him spank me.

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The Corruption of a Housewife

Part-2-of-7

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When I heard the sound of his belt being removed I shook a little and braced myself. Why, I asked silently, did I not stop him? The first blow was straight across both butt cheeks… splat… and made my ass muscles tense. The second…splat…came harder then was followed … splat… by others, … splat…alternating …splat… between each …splat…cheek. Between blows …splat…my ass rotated as my muscles tensed then relaxed …splat… causing my panties to disappear into my butt crack. It must have looked quite erotic, and I thought that if it had been my husband doing this, I’d want him to fuck me now.

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The blows …splat…still caused pain, a stinging, but overriding that …splat…was a now hot glow…splat… that seemed to induce sexual arousal. It grew in intensity …splat…and I wanted to scream …splat…for the man to touch me. Anywhere would …splat…have done, stroke my ass…splat… feel my breasts. If he had …splat… put his hand inside my panties and tried to get into my pussy I would have let him. I found …splat… that the noises now coming from my mouth were sighs and moans of someone sexually aroused. It didn’t bother me …splat… that the man knew. Hell, I wanted him to know.
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It came to an end when the man pulled me up and said, “That’s enough for a first time.” Then he smiled and made me blush by giving me a pecked on the cheek
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“That’s both sets of cheeks flushed red,” he joked.
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I stood up and straightened my skirt, and when the other man appeared I made an effort to resume normalcy. As they prepared to leave I found myself saying, “Thank you.”
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The man smiled and said with a glint in his eye, said, “Anytime,” the implication wasn’t lost on me.
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Sex with my husband was great after that. And when he wondered why, I told him I just felt it time we were a little more adventurous so our marriage wouldn’t go stale. Even though I told myself that it was wrong, I thought about my little secret a lot and looked forward to the next visit of the men. I was fascinated by how the pain had turned to pleasure and was beginning to understand what motivated the people in the magazines. Maybe, I thought, I’ll just indulge once more then behave myself. I was still a little shocked knowing that I’d let a strange man lift my skirt and see my panties, and worse, how I’d pushed my butt into the air.
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When the day came for the gardening to be done I was nervous and jittery. Perhaps the man would have forgotten about me by now and not be interested. That morning I found myself dressing a little sexier than usual, a tight low cut top and short flared skirt. One that could be easily pulled up, I admitted reluctantly. I told myself that it was just by chance that I’d picked those particular garments and was still in a sort of self-denial until I had to pick out a pair of panties. I was actually choosing them by the way they’d look if I were bent over with my skirt pulled up. Would these be too ‘see’ through, would these cover my butt? With one pair I shocked myself by thinking, I bet these would get him hard.
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I finally admitted that I was dressing for a purpose and debated with my conscience about whether I should desist or not. Giving in to my feelings, I told myself to ‘cut the crap’ and be honest, I wanted to be spanked again. Why shouldn’t I let the man have a nice view? I chose a pair of tight lace panties that had more holes than cloth and when I pulled them up found they got lost in my creases and cracks. Bending in front of the mirror I thought the view was outrageous and that I may as well have been naked. Would I dare let the old man see me like this?
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I became more and more nervous and jittery as the day progressed, and then just after eleven they arrived. I still felt some embarrassment when I saw the man but his easy manor relaxed me. I looked for a sign that he wanted to spank me but only noticed the way he eyed my outfit. the other man seemed uninterested doleful.
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“Better get started, we’ve got lots to do,” he said.
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I wondered if he had lost interest and passed a hint, “I hope you’ll still have time later for coffee and a chat?”
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He said, “Thanks yes,” but gave nothing away. I was beginning to feel silly and mad, decided that I had read too much into it. About the time that I intended to see if he wanted coffee, it began to rain.
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“Oh well, he won’t be able to come inside on his own now. No sexy magazine and no spanking my butt today.”

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We did the usual, talked, drank coffee, and watched the rain. I caught him admiring my figure and wished I had chosen something even sexier. it was nice to get attention, even from men of this age.
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“The rain isn’t going to stop is it?” said the man.
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I thought he was going to decide to leave and felt disappointed, but then he placed a magazine on the table. I colored up when I saw a picture of a big hard penis pressing between the cheeks of a woman’s bottom.
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“What’s your first name?” asked the man.
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I realized just how little we knew about each other giving that we shared two naughty secrets.
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“Sashay,” I answered coyly trying to avoid looking at the book.
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“Well Sashay, I’m Todd and this is Steve,” he pointed out.
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I smiled but then it turned to horror as he said, “Sasha here is interested in some of the things in our magazines. She likes to read them while were working.”

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I could have either died of shame or murdered him; I thought it was just between us. Then he casually reached out and turned the page. It depicted a filthy scene of a woman kneeling on the floor with her mouth open to the streams of pee from the men standing over her. The next showed a woman with her butt in the air getting caned. I could see the red welts across her butt cheeks.
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“Sasha had a little spanking last time I came, didn’t you?”
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I gave him a look to kill and he laughed.
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“It’s OK, don’t be shy, Steve’s all right. It’s going to be a rainy afternoon so we can’t work in the garden, do you want to have another spanking?”
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Tongue-tied at his question, I ducked my head.
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”There’s no one here but us. If you enjoyed it last time we can have a little more fun. I could tell it gave you pleasure.”
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I was red with embarrassed and when I finally spoke I said nervously, “I’m not sure it’s a good idea, it’s different with two of you here, perhaps not.”
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They both laughed, “But that makes it better, being chastised in front of others. You did enjoy it last time because I saw how damp you got.”
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I nearly died at his audacity and covered my face with my hands.
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“And you can’t deny that you expected more today, isn’t that true?” When I didn’t answer and he pressed me, “Isn’t it true. You’re dressed differently and I could tell by your manner.”
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I shyly nodded my head and admitted it. What would they think of me? I looked up at them now but instead of feeling threatened they looked calm.
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“Anyway, we won’t pressure you. But if you was looking forward to bending over the table and raising your butt while I spank you, well, what better way to pass a rainy afternoon.”
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His words cut through me. That’s what I’d just admitted to wanting, letting him hike my skirt and expose my bottom while he spanked it. That, unbelievably, was what I had admitted looking forward to happening, having my almost bare ass bent over the kitchen table. Why was I being dishonest about it? Just thinking about it was making me slightly aroused and I was peeved that it wasn’t working out. We dropped the subject and talked about something else but it kept popping up again. It was up to me, did it really matter that this other man was here to watch or would he want to join in? I felt a little thrill and Todd noticed my unease.
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“Well, I suppose we’d better be leaving soon, unless? His voice tailed off and he reached for the magazine, “I can leave this if you like. There’s some good reading in it. Do you ever wish you could have played with more of those before you married?”
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His question and holding up of a picture showing a very big cock took me by surprise. Without thinking, I said very loudly, ”Oh yes!”
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The tone of my voice and the honesty made us all laugh. Winking at me, Todd said, “Why don’t you be as honest about other things that you want?”
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I looked bashful and nervous when he said, “Come on, Sashay, bend over the table.”
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You could hear a pin drop as I fought with my better judgment and at the same time feeling slightly scared and silly, but very excited. I stood and cleared the coffee cups from the table. Then, moving chairs out of the way, I stood against the edge and bent forward. When I was bent over they moved behind me. My legs felt like jelly and butterflies filled my stomach. They stayed silent and it seemed ages before anyone moved. When I felt a hand start to lift my skirt and I gasped. The last time I’d forbid it and now I’d just had it yanked up without my permission. This time there was no preliminaries. I remembered my choice of panties and was ashamed when I thought they were just intended for Todd’s delight, not for the gaze of both men. I had made it obvious I was not the innocent wife I pretended to be.
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I felt really exposed as my skirt was raised above my hips and folded over my lower back.
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“It was nice of you to dress so sexily for us,” said Todd.
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They could see through me, never mind my panties. A hand gently stroked my butt cheeks, and then as I breathed in I felt the first slap …spat… My ass jumped and I let out a yip. There was a pause, then …

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The Corruption of a Housewife

Part-3-of-7

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They could see through me, never mind my panties. A hand gently stroked my butt cheeks, and then as I breathed in I felt the first slap…spat…. My ass jumped and I let out a yip. There was a pause, then another slap. …spat… After that …spat… they came intermittently, …spat… which raised the tension. When I tensed my butt expecting the slap it didn’t come. Then when I relaxed …spat… it did. The hand slapping me …spat… occasionally stayed in contact with my skin and caressed my bottom. As I involuntarily began to wriggle …spat… my ass I found I was assisting the fingers of the hand to touch me in more intimate places. My panties …spat… were again folded into my cracks and I was shocked when the hand touched my pussy lips. Just how much could they see?
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Like last week, the slaps were shared …spat… between my 2-butt cheeks …spat… and like last week they became harder …spat… and harder. Then I heard the familiar sound of a belt being taken off. My heart pounded, my mouth felt dry, and I shook from head to foot. The first stinging blow …splat… made me scream and writhe in pain. After that blow followed blow, …splat… some soft, …splat… some hard. I couldn’t hold my bottom still, as the heat increased, my but wriggled and squirmed, rose and fell. Fire caused my muscles to tense and relax. My ass-hole felt like it was opening up wider than was possible.

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“My, my, what a lovely sight,” I heard Steve say.
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Sure enough my ass was animated …splat…and almost dancing …splat…. The belt came down …splat…time after time …splat…and the pain …splat… became intense. I felt tears pouring down my face …splat…and yelped at the blows …splat…. Then it started to happen again, a warm glow, slowly building …spat…up until the intense heat over shadowed the cutting pain. Now…splat…I was hunching my hips, moving my ass in a lewd fashion…splat…. Lewd, that was a good word for it I thought, as the belt …splat…continued to fall across my burning butt cheeks…splat…. In between …splat…I heard the sound …splat… of a zip being drawn down. One of them …splat…was taking out his cock.
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The thought of a man …splat…masturbating to the sight of by naked butt…splat…would normally have made me run …splat…but instead, today it aroused me …splat…. I couldn’t believe it, my ass …splat…was now only a few inches away from a man that wasn’t my husband who was masturbating at the sight of it. As the blows continued to fall …splat… I made no effort to hide it …splat… when my shrieks turned into moans of pleasure.

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Suddenly, I felt something else, through the burning and stinging. I felt the belt again, but this time it was dancing playfully between my legs instead on slashing across my naked butt. Running from ass-hole, between my legs and up to my clit, the edge of the belt gently made itself felt. “No,” I shouted, but the obvious pleasure in my voice didn’t make it stop. As I felt the rough leather stroking my slit, I realized how very wet I was.
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When he ordered me to, “Wider spread your legs wider,” I simply obeyed.
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As the belt pleasured me, I allowed myself to move gently to its rhythm. Now the spanking and thrashing had stopped and the warm glow and a feeling of delightful sexual arousal consumed me. I didn’t want it to stop, though I was nervous about what I would be asked to do next, but I still didn’t want them to stop!
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When fingers replaced the belt, it was more intimate, more directly sexual. I felt a tingle as for the first time for many years I was allowing another man other than my husband to touch my private parts.
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“Do you like this Sasha?” someone asked.
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“God, yes!” I didn’t see the point of pretending any more.
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“Can we take off your panties?”
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“Yes,” I gasped, my answer made my heart pound. I wondered if I was the same person any more. I felt weird knowing that in seconds I was going to be totally exposed to two strange men. Oh god, I thought, wives don’t do this in the afternoon. When I felt hands pulling at my panties, I drew my legs together. When I felt my panties sliding down my thighs and then falling to the ground I felt amazingly excited. Shivering excitedly, I thought, where was that cock?
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I screamed when I felt it touch me, so Todd asked, “Are you OK Sasha?”
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I shouted, “Yeah” and then felt the cock rubbing the lips of my pussy.
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“Reach behind you with your left hand Sasha.”
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As I reached behind my hand was guided to a very stiff cock. I yelped in surprise, but gladly took hold. Slightly turning my head I saw Steve’s face and knew that it was his cock that I was stroking. My moans let them know how much I liked it and at the same time I writhed against the cock at my rear.
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“Do you want it all Sasha?” I heard Todd ask.
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I was about to be fucked by this 60-year old man and all I could do was say, “Please.”
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“Then spread your legs wider.”
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When I felt Todd’s cock enter me I was in seventh heaven and eagerly hunched up off the table to match his thrusts. To make it easier for me, Steve came around in front of me. As I continued to stroke him I wished that I could reach him with my mouth. Now that I could see it better, I was fascinated with his cock, the width, and the smell. Suddenly I wanted to feel the tiny slit at the end with my tongue. The big purple head would feel lovely in my mouth. Most of all I enjoyed seeing the seeping liquid slowly oozing from the little hole. This is where the piss comes out, I thought.
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Todd was older and more experienced than my husband, he knew how to make it last. For a long time we fucked away, just like in the magazines. As I moaned with pleasure, I vowed that this wouldn’t be the only time. When Todd sensed that I was about to orgasm he began to slap me…spat… my ass jumped …spat… and when he shot inside me it was intensified by …spat… the stinging pain. I became …spat… vocal again and moaned loudly. When, Todd withdrew his cock I was free to move, so I moved forward and took Steve’s cock into my mouth. With Todd …spat… spanking me …spat…I sucked greedily on Steve’s cock …spat… until I felt his hot salty cum hit the back of my throat. Greedily, I drank it all down.
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It was a while before we recovered our composure and to my surprise I wasn’t in the least guilty, embarrassed or regretful. In fact afterwards we had coffee, commented on the weather and discussed the garden. Waving goodbye they expected nothing else and promised to return to straighten out the garden when the weather was more clement. All was normal as I went about my usual routine.
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However, I was a different woman, happier, livelier and after that I was the one that usually instigated sex with my husband. I masturbated more and relived my adventure with the men. Rather than push it to the back of my mind I looked forward to the chance to do it again. It wasn’t a guilty secret but a new private indulgence. When the men came again circumstances dictated that nothing could happen but it didn’t matter. When they were by they neither pressured nor pushed me, all was friendly and relaxed. A few weeks went by when every time they came by to do the garden, either I had visitors or my husband was home.
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One day the older man, Todd quietly told me, “We’re pretty good handymen, so if you should want us to do other jobs beside the garden, just phone.”
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The tone of his voice and look in his eye when he emphasized the word “jobs” said it all.
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“Yes,” I replied, “I think something will need your attention next week.”
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He nodded and smiled, “Will it need Steve to assist too?”
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I thought for a second, “Yes, it will be a two man job, so please bring him to help you. I’ll call you the day before to see if it’s convenient for all of us and to set it up.”
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Steve, at 55-was a sturdy plodding man who looked uninterested in life and probably bored his wife with his hobbies. He wasn’t ugly but was no Michael Douglas either. In other words he was quit ordinary, but the way that he was prepared to use his cock on a young middle class housewife made him fascination. The way he possessively held my head when he squirted his cum down my throat and the expressionless dark looks I caught from him while my ass was being spanked made me want him there again.
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Todd, the nice 60-year old who did gardens and had very good manners but was a secret pervert was even more fascinating. He could have been my father’s or even my grandfather’s friend. He was a nice little old man that you wouldn’t look at twice on the street, but a little old man with a past. I wonder how much his wife knows about him. I wonder what does he do with her, sexually? In any case, both men showed themselves to be very experienced when it came to pleasing women with a certain predilection for unusual sexual pleasures. I wanted to learn from them, hands-on experience as they say.
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I called Todd Wednesday afternoon, and told him that I hope to see him Thursday after eleven am. I’d made sure that distractions like a visit from mother- in-law would not occur. When Thursday rolled around my husband was out of town on business and the weather was bad enough to kept people indoors, so the neighbors dropping in wouldn’t be a problem.

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I dressed nicely in a tasteful skirt, not to tight so that it could easily be pulled up, and a smart white blouse that displayed a little cleavage with just a few buttons down the front. A sexy bra that lifted my breasts and a carefully chosen pair of those very flimsy panties that look to have been crocheted completed the outfit. Men of their age always like stockings and garters so to give them a little visual treat that’s what I wore. Light blue underwear with black stockings didn’t really gel but sexually it was OK. These men were not voyeurs but ‘doers.’ I hardly needed to tempt or seduce them now. We all knew why they were coming over.

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My visitors arrived on time and before they started on their tasks I offered them a drink. Steve sat silently at the table while Todd seemed to hover about. I soon realized his purpose when he began to stroke my bottom as I prepared their drinks. He told me how nice I looked and mentioned my cleavage as he let his fingers trace along the edge of my blouse. My bra showed slightly and both men agreed how much more sexy it made it look. I didn’t protest when Steve stood and joined him. Now they were playing with one breast each.
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“All our friends that share our interest would be really upset and jealous if they knew that we were showing you the delights of spanking. I feel guilty about keeping you a secret,” commented Todd.
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“You actually have a local group? Do you all get together and talk about it?” I was shocked and surprised at his comment.
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“Yes, of course. We know a few local women who indulge …

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The Corruption of a Housewife

Part-4-of-7

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“Yes, of course. We know a few local women who indulge with us but most of the time we have to hire a willing girl if we want to enjoy our pastime. It’s not very often we meet someone like you.”
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Suddenly I was disturbed and asked, “Have you discussed me with them?”
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“No, of course not. But,” he went on to explain, “They would be more nervous about you. They’re all respectable married men that have to be very careful not to get involved in a scandal.” Then he went on to ask, “Have you considered the added excitement of being chastised in front of others?”
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I was amazing how he could ask the most intimate question and make it sound so normal. I quickly answered, ”No,” but not sure if I meant that I hadn’t thought about it or that I didn’t want to.

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He sighed and said, “What a pity. I think that you’d enjoy it. The excitement is so much more intense and how it’s a chance to try other things. The thought intrigued me. As we talked and sipped our drinks and they continued to play with my breasts I found myself getting aroused at the thought of strangers watching me being spanked.
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“So do these other men live around here?” I asked trying to sound mildly curious.
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“All very near, yes,” Todd answered.
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“It would be embarrassing if I knew any of them,” I observed.
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“Why? You only knew us because we come to do your garden. They would expect the same sort of discretion from you. They wouldn’t want to spoil a good thing and let the entire neighborhood know. They just want to enjoy the experience without any hassle, just like you do.”
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“You would have to bring them. I wouldn’t want a lot of strangers knocking on my door?”

“You sound as if you want to try it,” he chuckled. “Don’t worry, they would only come by appointment, like we do. You would be the one to decide. If you told us not to come today we would simply not be here, no pressure.”
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He waited a minute then asked, “Would you like to have someone else here? Try out new experiences in confidence without putting yourself at risk?”
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Giving what the subject matter was Todd’s sales pitch almost sounded comical. Certain thoughts and ideas intrigued me. memories of things that I’d read in their magazines and photographs that caused me to retire to my bedroom to pleasure myself stirred and provoked me.
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“What would you feel like now if said that 3-mmore men were present, watching and becoming aroused, scared or turned on or both?” Todd’s voice was slow and deliberate.
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My breathing intensified as I whispered, “Both.”
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“Would you have butterflies in your stomach at the thought of exposing your bottom and allowing what should be forbidden acts to take place? But think what a mixture of exciting feelings you would experience.”
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I wanted Todd to be quiet and give me time to think. He sensed my thoughts and for a while we all just stood there, each man gently playing with a nipple.
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“OK, you can bring someone with you,” I nervously told the man, “If you’re sure that you can trust them.”
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I meant that he could bring them on their next visit so was startled when Todd took out his cell-phone and made a call. I thought I would have had the chance to change my mind. it might not look like such a good idea after some thought. Protesting in the strongest terms, I told them of my fears.
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“Relax! Why wait? Let’s do it now,” Todd whispered soothingly to me.
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Despite my protests, he made the call and told me that we would have someone joining us shortly. Nervously I rambled on asking questions, “Were they ready and waiting for the call? Are they my neighbors? Had all this been previously arranged? How did he know I was going to agree?” I was so scared and apprehensive the answers didn’t really register. What had I done?
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Steve stayed silent by as his partner spent the next twenty minutes consoling me. Even in my nervous state of mind, I could tell that the anticipation was stimulating them. Being unable to wait any longer for his friends, Todd whispered, “Bend over the table Sasha.”
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I had no sooner moved to the table’s edge, than the doorbell rang. My stomach knotted up as Steve guided the newcomers into the room. Four men, late middle aged except one who was probably just barely 40. They looked neither friendly nor menacing as they eyed me up and down with a look of apprehension but pleasant approval. They reminded me of a distrusting dog being tempted with a juicy steak.
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“This is Sasha,” announced Todd but no one offered their names in return, as he told me to, “Bend over Sasha.”
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I anxiously obeyed and as if were a signal to begin, the men removed their coats and jackets. Then they moved to various vantage points so they could see the action. When Todd lifted my skirt and uncover my dainty underwear and seamed stockings several gasps where audible. A polite comment was made about how sexy and alluring I looked then the first slap …spat…made contact with my butt cheeks. They were wasting no time. I yelled and jumped …spat… as the second then …spat…the third quickly followed on. A tormenting delay ensued and my butt tensed and relaxed in anticipation before …spat…a whole series …spat…of slashs landed …spat…on alternate cheeks.
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I felt vulnerable and slightly scared …spat… with so many strange men in the house, especially …spat…when I saw the guy to my left …spat…slowly unzip his fly and place his hand inside his pants. I yelled …spat…and squealed …splat…as more blows reined down on my butt. Then, …spat…hearing a shuffle I glanced up to find both Todd and Steve standing by the side of me. Suddenly another hand stroked my ass, and it dawned on me that they were making way for someone else to have a turn …spat… More blows, …spat…harder blows made me squirm …spat… until that familiar …spat… burning sensation …spat… began to envelope my posterior.
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When I heard …spat… the comment, “What a lovely ass she’s got!” my favorite …spat… word ‘lewd’ sprang to mind. I was being a lewd …spat… woman letting these men …spat… use me for their …spat… sexual gratification. I was starting …spat… to get aroused.
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The sound of belts being removed from its loops made me shiver a little then, I heard Todd’s voice, “Take her panties off.”
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Two of the men quickly moved to my rear so they could watch as my bottom being uncovered. Unthinking, I dutifully moved my legs to assist them without being asked. Now I was bent over my kitchen table showing my naked ass to six men, 4-whose names I didn’t even know and whom I’d never spoken a word to.
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The belt that I’d heard wasn’t the only one to be removed. With hardly a second …splat… separating each slap I was …splat… flogged, first on my right butt cheek …splat… and then on my left. The comments …splat… told me 2-men where …splat… both busy exercising …splat… their arms and wrists. While …splat… at first the blows where moderate …splat… they suddenly became more intense. I screamed …splat… and attempted to …splat… straighten up …splat… but found myself pinned down …splat… by the arms of a man …splat… in front of me. Suddenly things had …splat… taken on a different form …splat… a more menacing form. I began to cry; …splat… both in fear …splat…and pain. Through my tears …splat… I saw pairs of trousers …splat…being flung onto a chair. The men …splat… were getting undressed …splat…
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After being relieved …splat… of his duty, the man holding me …splat… stood in front of me …splat… while he stripped off his pants …splat… and underwear. His semi-hard cock …splat… was only inches from my face. I watched …splat… his hand pull back the foreskin …splat… and then slowly …splat… start stroking himself. My eyes …splat… darted around to see …splat… others and I realized that …splat…the louder I screamed and cried, …splat… the more excited …splat… they became. The rhythm changed …splat… from the constant pounding …splat… that I’d been receiving, …splat… to one very hard blow …splat… every three or four seconds. Rough fingers …splat… had found my clit and as the blows …splat… fell I involuntarily moved and wriggled against them.
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Then something different …slash… made contact with my burning butt cheeks, something …slash… that carried a sting and caused me to flinch …slash… and struggle and scream …slash… for mercy. Three more times …slash…slash…slash… the implement of torture cut into my tender cheeks. My ass was rotating, rising and sinking in an effort to escape the punishing pain but all was in vain.
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When a particular …slash… hard blow made me cry. Then I heard a voice firmly instruct me, “Suck it.” I opened my eyes to find that ‘it’ was a very hard cock being held in front of my face. It became clear that unless I sucked on the said cock I would suffer the consequences and my ass would feel the maximum effect of the lash. Parting my lips, I accepted the cock into my mouth and …slash… though the blows never stopped, …slash… it was only when I hesitated …slash… did they land …slash… with a full force.
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When I promised that I would be a good obedient girl, I was rewarded …slash… with my body being freed. For several minutes I sucked away…slash… When my sobs subsided I was …slash… a good girl and held the cock myself. Different fingers …slash… busied themselves between my legs …slash… and the stinging pain was once again turning …slash… into a hot glow. The lash was still applied …slash… with moderate force and my bottom still squirmed …slash… and rose into the air opening up my ass. Trying …slash… to picture what the men could see caused me to …slash… start feeling damp with the juices of …slash… sexual stimulation.
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I pressed harder against the fingers tickling my clit and my sobbing and crying turned to moans and sighs. Sucking harder I sensed that the man was about to climax, and so did everyone else. They all wanted to watch him cum in my mouth, so I was quickly pulled away and a chair was placed under me. Then I was forcibly sat down and my hair was grabbed and my face turned upward. Then the cock was put back in my mouth

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I was a good girl and was very accommodating. Without being told I willingly opened my mouth wide and rested my hands on his thighs. Then I patiently waited for his stream of white sticky fluid. I caught the full spurt and to the delight of the men I held out my tongue and let them see how it looked before purposely swallowing it. They muttered with satisfaction as they slowly stroked their cocks to the sight. When the cock was reduced to drips, I licked and kissed the end.

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Then suddenly it was all change again. Hands grabbed me and I was heaved back onto the table. But instead of on my belly, this time I was on by back with my legs hanging over the edge. When my legs where forced apart, in an effort to see what was about to happen I looked between my legs. There was the younger of the men about to penetrate me.

I screeched to no avail as I felt him enter me. Strong hands held me down while he commenced a very violent and hard fuck. For comfort against the friction of his violent movements, I wrapped my legs around his waist and tried to keep the same rhythm. As he pounded me, other men tore open my blouse and pulling up my bra. Soon several hands were making use of my breasts. I waited for the expected cock to be inserted in my mouth, but it never came.

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Curious as to why not, I looked round but even though each man’s cock waved about in front of my face no one attempted to offer me one. I tried to capture one with my lips when they came within reach and I even tried to free my hands from my side and reach for one. I couldn’t though, even though I wanted and needed one. The brutal fucking caused me to hover on the brink of orgasm but soon it was over when the man shot his hot cum inside me. Again I waited for the next man to move between my legs and satisfy himself but it never happened. I felt cheated, why didn’t the rest want me? I cried and moaned looking around and lifted my hips hoping they would take a hint.
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Fiercely I was dragged from the table and …

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The Corruption of a Housewife

Part-5-of-7

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Fiercely I was dragged from the table and forced to resume my familiar position of bending with ass in air. I thought now that they wanted to fuck me from behind so I spread my legs to make it easier for them. The sharp stinging crack of the whip …slash…told me different, they lashed …slash… me again and again.
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“No!” I screamed …slash… but this time not in pain …slash… but because I wanted cock.
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After minutes of crying and pleading …slash… the sexual glow became amazingly intense …slash… as I writhed around moaning …slash… like a woman possessed. I knew …slash… that in spite of the tears I had a maniacal smile …slash… on my face and made no effort to hide …slash… it from the men. In my deranged state …slash…I thought that if they saw how much …slash… that I wanted to be fucked …slash… that they would eagerly fill …slash… every hole.

Someone spoke and I found myself being guided from the room and to the staircase. They were going to take me upstairs to bed and fuck me, I thought! I was happy, I laughed out loud and as they pushed me upstairs. I grinned and hissed through my teeth, “Yeah!” They could fuck me in any hole they chose. Walking into the bedroom, I was still smiling, as I looked around at all those lovely hard cocks. With a smile, I licked my lips in anticipation.

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Something was not right. I was pushed and turned on my belly and to my horror my arms were lifted above my head and I felt a metallic clink. I was being manacled to the bed-head. “No!” I screamed as my skirt was hauled up, “Not again, no!”
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The small whip came down …slash…on my ass followed by the slap of a leather belt…splat… Again I yelled and squirmed …slash…splat…and cried into the pillow as …slash…splat…my bottom rose from the bed when …slash…splat…a particularly fierce blow made …slash…splat… contact. The pain changed, …slash…splat… it still hurt but the stinging became mixed with …slash…splat…a more intense pleasurable feeling. But not …slash…splat… like before. This was different…slash…splat… This was the true pleasure …slash…splat…of pain.
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A hand forced its way under my stomach and lifted me so I was on my knees with my head buried into the pillow. Soft fingers played with my ass. Something wet and greasy was spread along my crack. The greasy fingers gently pushed at my hole and I screamed as it tried to invade my body.
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“Relax!” I heard someone say and when I yelled again the whip and belt …slash…splat… came down hard. The shock of the blows made me tense more but then the opposite happened, for a split second it caused me to relax totally. When that happened the finger pierced my sphincter and before I knew it was 2-fingers and they were going in deeper. By now I was really sobbing and it was as though they were waiting for me to get used to the intruding digits. After a while I began to control my reflex actions and eased my discomfort by spreading my legs wider.
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“She’s ready,” a voice announced as the fingers were withdrawn.
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What was I ready for, I wondered? Then something else poked at my hole, a cock traced its way down my butt crack. Oh god, I was about to be ass fucked.
He didn’t hesitate for a moment. After coating my ass-hole with lube, he used his hands to spread my ass cheeks. I let out a long wail as my ass-hole was opened up; it felt like it was about to tear apart. Ignoring my pleas, the unknown man guided his cock to my ass and forced the tip of the head past my sphincter. It hurt so badly that I was gritting my teeth and had my fists clench in the sheets in pain. The guy was obviously experienced at this and knew just what to say to put me at ease. "That's it, you are so hot, and I want your ass so badly." Then one pushed hard push and I was truly penetrated. He drove it in all the way to his balls, and it hurt so badly that I thought he was going to split me in half.

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He moved very gently at first but then became more urgent. As my muscles tightened round his dick and I felt very full. Trying to force myself to relax I cried into the pillow and wished for the pain of the whip to take my mind off my burning asshole. Whoever he was, he was really fucking me hard. I mean, seriously pounding my ass. Even though it hurt like hell, I don’t know why but I wanted him to own my ass. I begged him to cum deep inside of me. He tortured me for a while by making me beg again and again for it. Finally, I got what I really needed. His balls exploded and I felt a gush of hot liquid deep inside of my intestine. It wasn’t long before the man withdrew and a nice feeling took over as they bathed and soothed my posterior.

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My ass stopped jumping and I lay still, now I wanted to grind my cunt into the mattress. When the men sensed the change in me they stopped. More torment, I thought but no, now they unfastened me from the manacles and turning me around. Then hands were all over me as they stripping off the remainder of my clothes. Left in only stockings, my hands were once again fastened to the bedpost. But this time I was secured face up so that I could see what was happening.

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Now that I could see it, the whip they’d been using on me turned out to be smaller than a riding crop with several strands of thin leather about 18-inches long. I watched it being waved into the air and then brought down …slash… across my body. The unexpected meeting with my flesh caused me to scream in pain. It had come down not against my body, but between my legs along the slit of my pussy. I received more but …slash… softer lashes and felt the blood …slash… swelling my vaginal lips. It felt hot, burning like …slash… my ass. I closed my eyes …slash… not wanting to see the men’s faces. Why didn’t they …slash… just fuck me? I felt a tickle, …slash… a tormenting tickle along my …slash… outer lips. With legs spread …slash… so wide the implement had no problem …slash… finding my clit.

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Something brushed my face and when I opened my eyes I saw a feather. I laughed with amazement, but it was the laugh of a half crazed woman.

For several minutes …slash… my pussy was tortured by the stinging snap …slash… of the whip then the light touch …swish… of the tickling feather. It became impossible …slash…swish…to distinguish between pain …slash…swish…and pleasure. My clit was swollen …slash…swish…and I wanted relief …slash…swish… the relief only a cock could give. I found myself calmer …slash…swish…but yet more tormented as I …slash…swish…gazed around at the still erect cocks.

With a manic smile on my face I lifted my crotch off the bed as I begged, softly at first then louder, and more demanding, “Fuck me! Oh god, please – fuck me!”

The feather …swish… was still doing its work …swish… as my hips bucked wildly …swish… and I angrily demanded that they, “Fuck me!” A hand touched my crotch and I yelled in pain when it pressed against the tender and swollen inflamed flesh of my swollen lips. They began to release me but know the penalty for disobedience; I was being a good girl and kept still, only moving when I was told.

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My arms now at my side, I was allowed a minutes rest then a man crawled between my legs. Then his dick was unceremoniously plunged into me. When he was in he rested on his elbows. My pussy ached and stung until he began to fuck and then an incredible feeling rushed through my body. Grinning like a mad woman, I laughed as I wrapped my legs around his waist. And then for the next few minutes the bed bounced like it had never bounced before.
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As soon as he cummed, he was quickly replaced by another man and more of the same followed. Others couldn’t wait for my pussy and made use of my mouth. I couldn’t get enough, I wanted 6-more men but at the end all-present were satisfied.

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I had a massive orgasm with the first man but instead of loosing the urge, I craved more and climax followed climax. My sore pussy and ass, words I wouldn’t have normally used, seemed to intensify my pleasure. I lay for a while dirty and sticky and wallowed in the filth as the men went downstairs to dress.

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Eventually I followed. I felt peeved that they had neither thanked me nor even gave me their names. I stood with a blanket wrapped around me watching them leave. When the last two were ready to leaving, one of them pushed me down in a chair and took out his cock. Having regained his sexual urges, he pointed his now hard weapon at my mouth. I know I shouldn’t have but I did. I opened my mouth and sucked him to climax.
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With his cum dripping down my chin, he looked down and said, “Goodbye, and I hoped we might meet again.”

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Todd and Steve were the last to leave after they checked to be sure that I was OK. Well physically I was but my mental state was another matter. Todd told me to call him if I needed to talk and Steve gave me a jar of ointment and kissed me tenderly on my cheek.
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“Have a nice long soak in the bath,” he suggested.
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When I mentioned the camcorder that Todd had in his hand, he said, “Don’t worry, I’ll send you a disc.” Too tired and spent to realize the implications, I just nodded.

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It was almost dreamlike as I stood at the door wearing only a blanket around me and waved goodbye to these apparently nice old men. Given what we had just done, how could we all act so normal?
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My concern now was to make sure my husband Brian didn’t find anything out of place and make sure he didn’t see me my bottom for a while. The red welts and angry looking blotches would be hard to explain.
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My mind was in a whirl for several days after and as winter approached Todd and Steve weren’t making as frequent visits to work on the garden. It took a while to get my head round the events but I had no regrets, just a fascination about how pain could turn into an amazing sexually pleasurable experience. Now I was beginning to understand the people from in the magazines. I knew now why something always seemed to be missing with my sex life. I needed more than intercourse. And gentle tender loving was not for me. It was so over whelming that my mind needed time and so did my sore bottom.
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My husband benefited from my new enthusiasm for sex and for a few weeks life went happily on. Then I began to feel restless. Brian was about to go away on business and wanted me to go with him. But I felt if I did I would be missing a chance. Without upsetting him, I told him I wasn’t really keen on the other wives from his company. And as there were other men going alone so he would be able to play golf and drink with the boys without having to worry about me. He would be a free man for a week. When he thought about it the idea appealed to him. And if the truth be told, he probably had thoughts of misbehaving if he got the chance. I wouldn’t have minded if he did but I didn’t tell him that.

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As the time drew near I made a call to Todd. “I have something that needs taking care of. Could you come by so we can talk about it?”

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Todd was by the following day and I outlined my intentions. Would he be interested in spending an evening at my house along with some of his friends? He nodded and said, “Yes, a little discrete group would happily be entertained at my house, to attend my little party.”
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My plan was simple; I’d told my husband Brian that I was going to invite several of my friends from my classes and the gym for a small drinks party. Not any of our closer friends though, because they would want to stay all night. That way a genuine party would take place and people would back up my story. Neighbors would see people arrive but no one would be suspicious. Except that the drinking party would end fairly early, and other guests would take their place for a party of a different sort. There was something exciting about having the house to myself and being able to have strange men there at night. I didn’t need to worry about time and unlike the afternoon I could drink and not worry about when my husband Brian was coming home. When I was spent I could simply go to bed and have lots of time the following day to recuperate. I might even ask one of the men to spend the night with me. Probably Todd, then again, Steve’s cock was something else. I couldn’t help it; I was really looking forward to the after party.
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All went according to plan and 15-of my acquaintances attended my party. I laid out a nice buffet, and there was plenty to drink and ‘a good time was had by all.’ When people started to leave I began to feel excited and nervous. My Brian called I handed the ‘phone to a couple of girls to say hello. He was sure now my party was genuine and if neighbors should mention the comings and goings it made it legitimate.

Patiently I waited until the last ones left and then made a quick call to tell Todd that the coast was clear. Then butterflies filled my stomach again as I poured another stiff drink. The stage was set and I could take as much time as I liked, providing of course that the men didn’t have to rush home to their little wives too early. A bunch of nice respectable elderly men enjoying a little fun in their retirement, just in way of a change from tending their roses or walking in the park. The thought made me feel very safe and relaxed.

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It wasn't long before the doorbell rang and my secret visitors, lead by Todd and Steve trouped into the house. There were 5-others and none of them had much to say when Todd went through the introductions. I was becoming more and more nervous as I felt the lustful penetrating eyes of the men burning into me.

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The corruption of a Housewife

Part-6-of-7

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Going through the motions that a hostess usually carries out, I offered and poured drinks for my guests. But I wasn’t prepared for the sudden change of manner, or the aggression that went with it. Hands came around me from behind and held my breasts. Suddenly I was on display in the middle of the room like the star of a sex show. As I was being turned in circles so that everyone could see me, I heard the unzipping of pants. Apparently some men already felt the need to release their cocks from the constraints of their clothing.
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With glass and bottle still in my hands, I felt helpless as fingers popped open the buttons of my dress. A man stood and walking in front of me raised the front of my dress and held it bunched in one hand as he reached between my legs as rubbed his hand up and down my slit.

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For a long two minutes as the men silently groped and fondled me, I found my own gaze drawn to the stiff pricks being stroked in front of me. I was beginning to feel very scared but aroused by the bizarre and unusual manner of this group of sinister looking elderly men. The doorbell rang again and to my horror and surprise in walked 2-more men, younger men, big jet-black men. My heart thumped when they grinned at the sight of me being made to show my underwear. The realization that they were here to fuck me made me let out a muffled shriek. These men had came here knowing that I was prepared to be publicly spanked and chastised with a whip. How else, and how much did they intend to test my sexual limits?
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Letting a few old men indulge their fetish of spanking my butt was quite different from what this group seemed to want and expect. Somehow the presence of these younger guys put things in an entirely different light.
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The bottle and glass were silently taken from my hand. When I felt my panties being slowly peeled down my legs, even though I moved my legs to make it easier for them, I began to whimper quietly. This caused some of the men to smile in a smug and evil way. Glancing at the 2-black guys, I noticed bulges appear in the front of their pants as they watched my panties fall and exposing my pussy to the room. My bra was lifted above my breasts and the top of my dress was pulled down to trap my arms.
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My attention was drawn back to the man in front of me when I realized that he’d dropped his pants and was holding the head of his erect cock against my slit. It was obvious that tonight there was going to be no build up or any form of erotic foreplay, I was quickly and without further ado going to be fucked. Lifting me off my feet, his cock went in. though I gritted my teeth expecting discomfort and pain, I realized with surprise how wet I was. With almost no discomfort his cock slid in and filled me completely.

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I sensed the man behind move away and then without warning I heard the first crack. The sound of the whip reached my ears before a split second later …slash… a searing stinging pain burned across my butt cheeks. I yelled as another stroke …slash… found its mark and made my body rise and fall while being held impaled on the other man's very stiff cock.
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The crowd was delighted …slash… by the crack of the whip across …slash… my naked butt. By turning my head …slash… I managed through the tears and screams …slash… to see their increased hand action …slash… on their cocks and the leering smiles on their faces …slash… The gentle build up of spanking …slash… and gradual arousal that …slash… I’d experienced before and had expected …slash… this time was not …slash… to be. This was …slash… real sadism.
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Time again …slash… the lash landed across my raw …slash… butt and each time it made contact …slash… I bucked against the cock buried in pussy. For a time …slash… I was lost in my tears …slash… and pain until suddenly I became aware …slash… that I was squirm against …slash…the intruding cock more often …slash… than the whip was cracking …slash… against my bottom. The man merely …slash… stood still there …slash…holding me, I was doing …slash… all the moving.
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When he looked me straight in the eye, the man smiled as though he was more aware than I was just how much I was aroused. Without thinking I let out a strange laugh as if I was telling myself that I really was enjoying this and wanted more. My bottom was burning and throbbing when the flat of the hand …spat… of the man that was holding and fucking me …spat… replaced the lash. I knew …spat… he wanted me to fuck harder so …spat… with a maniacal screech I …spat… started moving my hips to his slaps. My bottom …spat… was so sore that …spat… what would normally have been …spat… a gentle slap was intensified …spat… ten fold.
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Now I didn't mind …spat… my audience, …spat… I wanted to please them. I felt my own passion rising …spat… and tried desperately to hold back …spat… my orgasm. It was no use, I …spat… couldn't hold back. Some of the men …spat… laughed when they saw me …spat… tense up and moan. They knew …spat…what was happening to me. When the man shot his load hot load deep inside me, I burst into a screaming climax.
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Spent he threw me down on the floor beside the couch. My thoughts ran riot, it was all too soon, things were happening too fast. Why had they brought me to those dizzy heights so quickly? I wanted more. Staring through half closed eyes at all the stiff cocks, I wondered just what the point of the other men being there was? What had happened to that talent Todd and Steve had for prolonging and sexually teasing me until I willingly took their cocks in mouth or pussy?
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As I lay there in confusion. I felt my legs being gently spread apart. Then felt a tickle around my wet slit. When it happened again I and I wriggled then tried to close my thighs. But strong hands on my ankles prevented me closing them and the tickling sensation became more intense, making me squirm even more. I tried to raise myself but found to my shock that I was pushed back down and forcibly held by my arms. I’d caught a glimpse of the tickling implement. It was a large feather and it was gently teasing my pussy. First it was teasingly run from my ass-hole all the way up to that little place that hides my clit and then teasingly back again. I wriggled and squirmed as I waited for the feather’s next journey but there was no rhythm so it always came unexpectedly or didn't come at all. The feather torture was just as bad as the whip.
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The men crowded around and delighted in watching my pussy open and close as I squirmed and rose then lowered my hips. The torment became so unbearable that I moaned and begged for mercy. I felt fingers part my lips and then the little folds covering my button. Then the feather touched the sensitive but small protruding piece of flesh that makes a woman unique. that little area that is there purely for her sexual pleasure.
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Once again a strange response overcame me, in spite of the torture and anguish I began to feel incredibly aroused. I delighted in seeing the reactions of the men as they followed every movement of my squirming body. I wanted to scream out and beg, beg for cock, my pussy ached to be filled and fucked. Still the feather worked on first my clit then my ass making me moan and squeal. Finally I gave in and begged, but it didn't sound like my voice, it sounded deranged and insane. I asked to be fucked. I begged for a cock inside me.
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Opening my eyes I saw a thin short leather strap poised in the air between my thighs. The moment I figured out what its for coincided with its first contact …slash… against my pussy lips. It wasn't a hard or vicious blow …slash… but the tenderness of my …slash… blood engorged pussy lips made me …slash… gasp for breath. Quickly my dress was yanked up over my head and once more my arms were penned. As the thin strap …slash… punished my pussy, …slash… the feather was brought to play on my nipples, …slash… stroking slowly from one breast to the other.
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When I felt my legs …slash… being lifted high into the air but I was past caring what was going to happen. I was still begging for cock and ignored the implication as something cold and greasy was smeared on and into my ass-hole. Now my ass was being whipped again but now I didn't care because the burning crossed that narrow dividing line between pain and pleasure. When the unknown cock began to push and coax its way into my ass, I had a moment of sanity and thought how easy and relatively painlessly it entered my forbidden hole. Of course the pain was there, but now I felt very little difference between feelings of torment and ecstasy. I was being fucked in my ass and enjoying it. Whether I liked it or not, I was indulging and experiencing yet another fetish from those magazines.
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Looking in a big wall mirror, I took in the sight of me lying on my back with legs raised and spread wide in the air while a cock was busy rammed up my ass. The fact that a whole gang of men was quietly watching made it all the more sexually wanton. When a cock was offered to my mouth I almost laughed with delight and opened wide and eagerly started sucking on it. Through the gaps of bodies something else had caught my eye, the naked forms of the two black guys. Their magnificent huge and glossy cocks were standing proud, and, eventually, it would be my job to pleasure them.
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The delights of spanking had moved on to other things and I knew that these men were here to sample the pleasures of the other fetishes I had read about. I also knew that I was quite willing to let them use me for whatever sexual kinks they chose to indulge in and that I would probably gain as much pleasure from it as they did. With a cock in my ass and one in my mouth I ached to feel another in my pussy, so I asked for one.
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How they managed to manipulate their bodies around me I neither know nor care. But I purred like a cat when I felt my hole being filled with a very thick and hard cock. A few weeks ago I didn’t even give blowjobs, now I had all three holes filled and someone had even found a use for my spare hand. I was forced to wrap my hand around a hot hard cock. Wanting to feel its sticky liquid when it erupted, without being told, I eagerly started stroking it. I had a thirst but not for water.
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After several minutes of delightfully forbidden lust, each man reached his climax. Who was first or last I cared not but remember the feel and taste of salty white cum hit the back of my throat. Slowly they withdrew their weapons and I was pulled to my feet only to be guided down on to my knees on the floor in front of one of the black guys. For a minute I was allowed to caress and admire the length and girth of his magnificent cock. I couldn’t believe the raw power and the heat that I could feel
radiating from it. My face was so close that I could see the blood throbbing through the rope like veins that lined its ten-inch length. The golf ball size head looked like a huge purple plum peeking out of its coal black foreskin. My hand had a mind of its own, as I helplessly reached out and touched it with one finger. When I bravely wrapped my hand around it, it felt like a piece of flesh-covered steel. It was so alive that I could feel its heat on my face, as I leaned forward and inhaled its wild untamed earth aroma.

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In awe I cupped his balls, weighing them carefully in the palm of my hand. I could feel my eyes glazing over with lust, as I eased back its foreskin I licked and sucked its dark purple shaped head as I moved on up and teased the pee-hole with my tongue.

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My bottom was raised and knees spread, and once again I felt the pressure of a male sex organ pressing against my ass-hole. Then there was an audible crack …spat… as the flat of a hand slammed against my ass cheeks, causing my posterior to rise and fall. Slap followed slap until a warm feeling enveloped both rear cheeks until suddenly I was entered. I cried out in pain but quickly learned to relax my sphincter and accept the intrusion.

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Even with both hands wrapped around the base of his big black cock, I still had more than a mouth full of black cock to suck. I almost couldn’t contain my excitement as I simultaneously stroke it with my hand and slowly worked my moist mouth up and down its fantastic length. Even with my mouth full, I still couldn’t believe that me, a southern protestant white girl was sucking a nigger’s cock. What was worse I was enjoying it.

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While I sucked and played …spat…with the black specimen of man meat, …spat…I was being furiously ass fucked while …spat… intermittently a punishing hand …spat… was landing …spat…randomly slaps on my derrière.
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The Corruption of a Housewife

Part-7-of-7

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Maybe it was 2-or maybe 3-cocks guys that shot there cum up my ass before I was lifted up off my knees. As I was moved across the room, I saw the second black man sitting on the edge of a chair with stiff cock pointing to the ceiling. Roughly I was positioned straddling his lap facing forward. Then my ass cheeks were parted and I was slowly lowered down and impaled on his black tree trunk. I moaned in fear, scared that my tiny ass-hole wouldn’t take such a thick and long male appendage. But I knew, whether I liked it or not, it was going to go into my ass.
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I let out a scream as I felt his huge cock pierce my sphincter and push on into my intestines. Then strong hands gently bounced me up and down. My attempts to protest were instantly muffled when the black twin of the invader was pushed back into my mouth. Now I had got what I had wished for, both black cocks at once. Like pistons they thrust in and out as I hung on to the big black guy’s hips for balance.

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From the corner of my eye I saw the pleasure my audience was deriving from my lewd sex acts. Then I noticed that both Todd and Steve naked and stroking their cocks as they smiled at my sex show.

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The sight of my friends made me think of the magazines that had started all this off and the filthy pictures that had made me wonder what it would be like to experience such depravity. Would tonight be my chance to taste more of the perverse sexual practices that until recently I had never even known existed?
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When my bottom was filled with the hot cum of the sitting man, I was made to kneel down in the middle of the floor. The first thing that I noticed was that it wasn’t my carpet that I was kneeling on. Instead it was a big rubber sheet. My heart pounded when I realized what was expected of me next. From the magazines, I knew that it could only be for one thing.
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Conscious that the man who had just cummed in my ass was now standing next to me, I was told to finish off the man that had been fucking my mouth. He was very proud of his big black cock, because when he got in front of me, he held it up so that I could admire it. Then with a nasty sneer, he ordered me to, “Open your mouth!” Although full of apprehension and even frightened about what was coming after, I obeyed. His cock was so fat that I popped my jaw opening my mouth wide enough to get it in. I almost chocked before my saliva got his cock wet enough to smoothly slide in and out of my mouth. Once it was sliding freely, he roughly jammed its head against the back of my throat. My mouth had never been so full.

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Not only did he have a big fine cock, but he also knew how to get it sucked. As he held my hair and pumping his huge black cock in and out of my mouth, he snarled, “Suck my cock, you little slut.” As I sucked, he moaned and alternately called me a slut, a bitch, and a cocksucker. Right before he got ready to cum, his cock swelled up so big that it almost split my jaws apart. His cum came out so hot that it almost scalded my tongue. His load was so big that cum leaking out of both corners of my mouth and oozing down my chin. I marveled at the contrast between black of his skin and the white of his cum. He was an animal. He didn’t let go of my hair until I not only had I swallowed his entire load of ‘cum.’

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After swallowing the contents of my mouth, I slowly licked the shaft. Then the other man step in front of me and lifted his now semi flaccid cock toward my face.
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As they both dangled their cocks in front of me, I watched them loose the rigidity that had allowed them to pierce my body. I was told to lick each one. When I did the taste and smell of my own bodily fluids invaded my senses. I waited with a racing pulse for the intended deed and worried whether or not I dared or wanted to participate. Then eventually it came, first dripping on to my tongue then with increased flow in short spurts. The first spurt hit me hit me in the forehead, getting in my hair and running down my face. Flicking out my tongue, I tasted the acrid and bitter flavor of the golden liquid that was about to soak my body and fill my mouth.
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Fill my mouth because in spite of my forebodings I was knelt with my mouth opened wide, waiting to catch the flow of piss from these two black strangers. Closing my throat I let my mouth fill up, and then let the pee spill over running down my body and over my breasts. For the added pleasure of the masturbating men the 2-black performers controlled their streaming fluids to prolonging their enjoyment of the perverted act. Without being told, I found myself holding their cocks and turning my head to catch the flow of first one stream and then the other.
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The revulsion of where the cock of the man on my left had just been disappeared and I willingly, much to the men's delight took it into my mouth and drank his piss. For an unusually long time this event went on until both of their bladders were empty. Still I licked and sucked greedily at the flaccid members until my audience got bored with observing and wanting relief, lifted me once more and draped me forward over the arm of a chair. Some cocks fucked my ass and others entered my pussy.

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To finish things off, I was laid across a man whose cock filled my pussy. Then another guy struggled to position himself where he could enter my ass. With doubly penetration like this, it was decided that we would imitate the pictures from the porn magazines so another stuck his cock in my mouth. They laughed as they made hold and stroke a cock in each hand. Now a total slut, I happily obliged them.
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Finally I was laid on my back, and a guy climbed aboard. My sexual arousal, now that my pussy was filled with cock instead of my ass and mouth made me buck furiously in an attempt to reach my own orgasm. This, I decided was just what I needed, to be fucked properly and as many times as they liked.
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On and on it went, with short rests to drink and recover. They continually took turns to fuck me. For short periods I was allowed to rest with them and quench my thirst with a drink. The occasional visit to the bathroom didn't always give me privacy because two of the men particularly liked to enjoy the reverse of what they’d witnessed earlier. They knelt down in front of me while I peed on them. One delighted in sucking the liquid from my pussy and cupping his mouth to drink my urine. Once I felt an amazing sense of wicked power as I held his head to my crotch and let the full force of piss splash on his face and into his mouth. Now it was my turn to tell him to swallow, and was amazed by the intensity of my resulting orgasm.
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Then others took me to the bathroom with them so that they could empty their bladders on me. If they had erections I would willingly sit on the commode and suck them off enabling them to relax enough to piss. The first
had me kneel in the bathtub while he peed on my head. At first he directed his hot stream into my hair. Then he worked it down my face to my breasts. You have no idea how humiliation it was to feel his warm pee splashing in my hair and running down my face. By the time he finished peeing on me my hair was soaked and pee was running in rivulet down my face on to my chest and down my stomach.

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The second time was even more degrading. He had me kneel over the toilet with my face down in it, while he peed all over my hair. Once my hair was drenched in his pee, he turned me around and fucked my mouth. Instead of cumming in my mouth, he pulled out and cummed all over my face.

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Then he used his camera phone to take pictures of my pee-drenched hair and my cum covered face. He even took one with his cock in my hand as I held it up to my mouth like I was going to suck it.

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The third time I sucked the guy off. After I’d finished swallowing his load, he made me stay on my knees with his cock in my mouth until it went soft. Then he held my head and slowly started peeing in my mouth. When the warm bitter flow hit my tongue I tried to pull away. But he held me tight and told, “Swallow it, slut.” Once I resigned myself to my fate, it was a little bitter but didn’t really taste that bad.

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When guys gave me golden showers and peed in my mouth, I couldn’t believe the awesome sexual feelings that swept over my body and mind. I felt like I existed for the sole purpose of bringing these men whatever sexual pleasure they wanted. I felt like I belonged to them for his use.

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When the night was nearly over and people began showering and leaving while others raided the kitchen for snacks and suddenly I was transformed back into the hostess. After having showered with two men, I’d thrown on a dress and was returning to normality, but not all appetites had been satisfied.
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While my guests were ate their refreshments and relaxing, the black guys came back from showering. Both naked and glistening with erect cocks pointing at the ceiling. Now, back in the real world I felt both a fascination and excitement at this unexpected sight. Without words I submissively let each in turn lift my dress and stand me against the kitchen countertop. Then with an intense sexual pleasure I watch their coal black cocks slid in and out of my lily-white body as they subjected me to two very slow but powerful fucks. .

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Having the others quietly watching as they ate and drank, somehow made it all the more erotic. I was lifted onto the worktop surface and in comfort and with a smile on my face experienced what was probably the most intense and enjoyable but slowest, two fucks I was ever going to have.
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The night ended in a strange way. Todd and Steve stayed behind to help me clean up and get the house back to normal after our orgy. By the time we finished it was well into the early morning hours and I was so exhausted that all I wanted was my bed. When Todd followed me into the bedroom and insisted on staying I didn't have the energy to argue. He wanted to spend the night sleeping with me and I had no real reason to object. So incredibly I snuggled up naked against a man old enough to be my father and felt his cock press against my tummy. I’d given no thought to Steve, who to my surprise slipped into bed sandwiching me in the middle.

Gratefully they didn't pester me for more sex so I quickly succumbed to my tiredness and slipped into a deep sleep.

In the morning after checking the house to make sure that it didn't give away any secrets, I made breakfast for the 3-of us. Then before leaving both men enjoyed the pleasure of my mouth around their cocks.

Nowadays I always look forward to my husbands business trips, I always find plenty things to occupy my mind and my body.

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The end…

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