COCK WORSHIP

Hello, my name is Charlotte. I know you won't believe 
this and normally I wouldn't admit to it, but I am 
Otis' cock slave. There really isn't any other way to 
put it. And the really strange part, the really, really 
strange part, is that I come from a straight-laced New 
England family and Otis is barely educated and was just 
a worker in one of my husband's warehouses.

This is a strange tale, one that I find hard to believe 
even though I am living it. I first met Otis when he 
was working at our family's window manufacturing plant. 
He was a forklift operator and I'd just come by to pick 
my husband up to take him to the airport.

Otis was whizzing around the place on his forklift and 
I guess because I was board and he cut quite a figure 
sitting on that machine I noticed him... for the first 
time. His clothes were very tight fitting; you could 
almost see the muscles rippling under the material of 
his shirt, and those pants he was wearing. They were 
jeans, but they looked like they'd been painted on him.

I don't know why I kept watching him work, but I do 
remember that I noticed a big lump along one leg of his 
pants. In a sitting position it was very noticeable. It 
was obvious that he wasn't aroused, but that meat-log 
trapped under the denim of his pants was bigger than 
any man I'd ever seem even in the middle of sexual 
intercourse. It was amazing.

Just then Jarrod, my husband hailed me and we were off 
to the airport.

I'd like to say that, that was the end of it. It would 
be so much less complicated if I'd just let things be, 
but that beautiful black body with that huge meat-log 
kept running through my mind. I just couldn't get Otis 
out of my thoughts.

It's embarrassing to admit it, but being on my own that 
night (with my husband on his business trip) I 
masturbated to the fantasy of being taken by big tough 
Otis and his huge stiff meat-log. It took my breath 
away just to imagine that thing stiff and engorged with 
male lust. I came on my fingers twice as I imagined 
what Otis could do to me with his huge weapon.

It's horrible (but not as horrible as what I've done 
since) but I went to the warehouse again the next day 
just so I could ogle Otis' hard black body again and to 
reconfirm that I wasn't imaging that huge tool of his.

I wasn't imagining it, it was real. As I stood at the 
top of the forklift ramp looking down on that huge 
black man I realized that I was going to have to find 
out what it would be like to have him. The thought 
scared me; this new obsession of mine could ruin my 
life. If my husband even imagined what I was thinking, 
he'd divorce me in an instant; it would disgust him and 
make me an outcaste in our social group.

But even with those threats hanging over me I walked 
into the Forman's office and told him that I needed 
Otis to help me with some furniture at our house. I 
told him that I was expecting a delivery at 3 o'clock 
that afternoon and that I wanted Otis to go with me to 
help out.

The Forman wanted to send two men, but I insisted that 
there would be the delivery man and that I didn't want 
to take too many people away from work. I told him that 
Otis looked strong enough to do the job himself with 
one arm tied behind his back. The Forman got a chuckle 
out of that.

So there I was, driving the Escalade with Otis sitting 
next to me. What to do? I had him but what now? I knew 
that I would have to tip my hand sooner or later, but 
figured I'd wait until we got home. I only hoped that 
this sexual obsession of mine wouldn't backfire on me. 
What if he refused to do as I asked?

I shouldn't have worried. As it turned out Otis lives 
for sex. All I had to do was take him upstairs and tell 
him to undress. He didn't hesitate for an instant, he 
just ripped at his clothing until his mighty body was 
glistening in front of me all black and hard. He looked 
like a Nubian warrior god.

I had a hard time swallowing as his huge member began 
to grow. It had started out pointing straight down, 
totally flaccid, but at least 12-inches, even deflated. 
Then as he stood in front of me nude and watched me 
watching him, the thing as if having a mind of its own, 
began to grow.

At first it just got longer and bigger around, and then 
it began to snake out from his body until almost in 
shock I realized that he had to be 15 or 16 inches 
long. It looked like a pitch black shiny baseball bat 
swaying in front of him, jumping a little with each 
beat of his heart.

That's when I lost it. I ran to him and dropped to my 
knees in front of the towering beast of a man and began 
to fondle him, and in no time I was sucking and licking 
it. It was way too big to fit into my mouth but I 
couldn't get enough of it. I ran my lips over ever 
square inch of that organ tongued his nuts. I could 
taste his man tasted and he was salty like a pretzel.

Otis just stood there like an oak tree and looked down 
at me worshiping his cock. He was magnificent and we 
hadn't even exchanged a word, who needed words when 
there was something this magnificent available just for 
me.

A fleeting though ran through my mind, I wondered if my 
pussy could accommodate his monster. I could imagine 
the exquisite pain that it would cause as it parted me. 
I wondered if he would kill me with a thrust. Before I 
knew what I was doing I was tearing my clothes off and 
pushing him down on the master bed and climbing up his 
oaken legs to grip his massive staff with both hands.

I raised myself up and guided his black snake against 
my pink slit and pushed. My eyes clamped shut and my 
lips closed tight as I concentrated on taking Otis's 
man-meat in me.

It was a Herculean task, but I managed to stretch my 
nether lips enough to take the head of his massive 
hard-on and then I tried to sink down on him, but I 
stopped about half way down. I could feel him so deep 
inside me that it felt like it was pushing against my 
diaphragm.

Apparent Otis was becoming frustrated with my slow and 
timid efforts because he scooted to the edge of the bed 
and gripping me by the fanny lifted me bodily, with my 
pussy still encircling his knob and he stood up.

Then he began to make little jumping motions. At first 
he was just rising us on the balls of his feet then 
sinking down to his heels. Then the bouncing became a 
little more pronounced. As he accelerated of his 
movements he sank in and out of me a little deeper.

I was amazed at how full I felt. I knew that he 
probably was deeper in me than any man had ever been 
before, and he was probably only half way in. But 
within the next few minutes, as he still held me up and 
bounced I began to become light headed as his big black 
baseball bat snaked deeper and deeper up into me.

After a few more moments I could hear screaming. To my 
amazement it was me, I was screaming as he took me 
deeper and deeper, grunting now with the effort to hold 
back, not to thrust, all the while taking my entire 
weight in just his hands.

Thinking back to that first time I can't clearly recall 
how it felt as Otis fucked my brains out in the master 
bedroom that afternoon. I remember everything better 
afterwards, as we lay side by side gasping for breath, 
my body ached in the worst way, but I also felt 
absolutely wonderful. Otis had stretched me beyond 
belief but I had never felt more female that I did at 
that moment.

I looked over at Otis' still semi-hard monster all 
slick from his copious cum and mine too and I shivered. 
I knew in that moment that I would worship Otis' cock 
from that day forward. The problem I had was what to do 
with my husband. He'd know instantly, or at least he 
would after I'd ridden Otis a few more times, that I 
was no longer the same size as I used to be.

It didn't seem to matter. I didn't care about the money 
or the social status, all I wanted from that point on 
was Otis' magnificent cock, all stiff and hard, 
throbbing to his heartbeat, pounding my pussy and 
stickying me up with his geysers of cum.

***

So six months later I'm now with Otis, we live in a 
hotel room that he rents by the week. We don't have an 
extra penny to our name. My husband found out about us 
(the first time he tried to have sex with me, after a 
week making love to Otis, the truth came out. His 
little weenie felt like sticking a dowel into a storm 
drain.

Otis was fired too. But I don't care. I don't try to 
think about the future. I'm 44 and I'm carrying Otis' 
baby in my womb. We'll probably have to go on welfare, 
but the sex is still incredible and I should have an 
easy delivery since Otis has stretched me so much that 
a delivery should be a snap.

BLACK COCK QUICKIE

My name is Sandy, I'm a 26 year old wife and this is the 
story of my first interracial experience. 

My husband was out of town for business; he was going to 
be gone for three weeks. After about a week and a half I 
couldn't control the desire to have my physical needs 
met. I decided I would hit the bar the next night and 
find a suitable guy. 

It was a little after eight when I began to get ready. I 
fixed my hair and makeup, put on my favorite black silk 
halter top that highlighted my natural 44B breasts, a 
pair of jeans and a pair of six inch heels. I checked 
myself in the mirror and thought to myself, I can't 
believe I'm going to be spreading my legs for another 
guy tonight.

I arrived at the bar, and it wasn't very busy. Looking 
around I didn't see anybody that I wanted to hook up 
with so I sat at the bar and ordered a drink. After a 
few sips a handsome forty something black man sat next 
to me and ordered a beer. Normally I wasn't attracted to 
black men, but he was hot. He was 6'5 240 pounds, shaved 
head with an athletic build. 

I took another sip when he moved closer to me and 
introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Jonas. " I smiled, shook 
his hand and said "I'm Sandy, nice to meet you. Jonas 
was dressed casually in a pair of khaki shorts, sneakers 
and a blue golf shirt. 

We made small talk as we drank. Half way through my 
second drink, the conversation led to flirting. Jonas 
put his hand on the small of my back, and whispered in 
my ear, "You have really amazing breasts. Are they 
real?" 

I blushed and replied, "Thank you and yes they are."

"Too bad your married, your incredibly sexy." 

"You're pretty attractive too," I replied.

We continued to flirt like that for a while. The 
combination of the alcohol and Jonas gently rubbing my 
back was making my freshly trimmed pussy really wet. I 
looked over at Jonas and said, "I need a cigarette, want 
to join me?" 

"Sure," he smiled knowingly.

Jonas put his hand on my ass as we walked out to a 
secluded portion of the balcony. The balcony overlooked 
an alley, and wasn't visible from the street; two large 
street lights provided plenty of light. 

As I lit my cigarette Jonas put his hands on my waist 
pulling me close to him. He began to softly kiss my neck 
as he ran his hands over my stomach and squeezed my 
breasts. I moaned as I exhaled. 

Jonas ran his hands down my waist and slid his hands 
under my halter top. He squeezed my breasts and pinched 
my nipples. I moaned even louder as I rubbed my ass 
against his crotch. "That's quite a bulge," I said a bit 
shakily.

Jonas chuckled, "It's ten inches long and I'd love to 
put in you.

I moaned into his ear, "Mmm, I think I'd like that." 

As he continued to massage my breasts he said, "Want to 
fuck here?"

I just mumbled on word as my body lit on fire, "Okay..." 

I flicked my cigarette over the balcony and grabbed the 
railing. Jonas ran his hands down my waist and quickly 
unbuttoned my jeans. In one fell swoop Jonas pulled my 
jeans and panties down to my ankles. In a commanding 
voice he ordered me to spread my legs and stick my ass 
out a little more as his shorts fell to the floor. I 
complied as I anxiously awaited Jonas's meat missile. 

Jonas placed the head of his cock on my tight damp pussy 
and drove his big black cock deep inside me. I screamed 
in pain as he drove his dick into me. He let a loud 
Neanderthal grunt as his balls slapped my ass cheeks. 
Jonas lifted my top and grabbed my tits and began 
fucking me. I moaned louder and louder as I adjusted to 
being fucked by his monster cock. Soon I was matching 
his thrusts. 

Each one of his thrusts brought me closer to cumming. 

Jonas groaned, "Fuck Sandy, you're so tight."

I was so hot now all I wanted to do was cum on his 
thrusting cock, "Fuck me like you own me," I begged. 

"Whose pussy is this?" he whispered into my ear as he 
thrust deeper and harder into me.

I moaned in ecstasy, "It's yours baby, it's yours."

Jonas began thrusting harder and deeper; pinching and 
squeezing my breasts and nipples. "Oh god Sandy, you 
married fucking whore, I'm going to cum in you!" 

I was on the verge of orgasm myself and I moaned loudly, 
"Keep fucking me, wash my insides with your hot cum 
baby, do it!"

He grunted louder and louder and then he pushed hard 
against me and his body went ridged. "Here it comes! OH 
FUCK!" Jonas wrapped his arms around me and pulled me 
tight, as he shot his baby batter deep inside me. 

The big black man came for what seemed like an eternity. 
I put my legs together and ground my pussy against him, 
making sure I got every drop of his man mustard before 
he was done. 

Jonas pulled out of me and smiled. I lit another 
cigarette. I could feel his cum dripping down my inner 
thigh, as I smoked. I finished my cigarette and pulled 
my pants back up.

I kissed him and as I turned around to leave the alley I 
gave Jonas my number and told him to call me tomorrow. 

Jonas did, and I've fucked him twice a day for the past 
two weeks. I love my husband, but I also love being 
Jonas's whore. 

When my husband came home I told him what I'd done. He 
forgave me on the condition that he would be able to 
watch me spread my legs for Jonas. A month later I let 
my husband watch me do Jonas in our bed and we all had a 
hot time that night.

ITALIAN COCK

I am lucky enough to be married to a really awesome 
woman named Cindy. Cindy is Taiwanese originally, but 
came to the U.S. at a very young age and is thoroughly 
Americanized. We met in a bar in New York City when 
Cindy was celebrating her 22nd birthday. Three years 
later we were married. 

Now we're in our late twenties and life is great. I 
make a great salary, which means Cindy is free to spend 
her days shopping with girlfriends on Long Island 
(where we live), decorating our house, working out, and 
fucking as many guys as she can – not necessarily in 
that order. 

Cindy doesn't have much trouble finding fuck partners. 
Besides her beautiful face, she has an outrageous porn-
star body: 5 foot 4 inches tall, long straight black 
hair streaked with blond, 34D tits with big brown 
nipples, a small waist, and a big round ass sitting on 
top of smooth muscular thighs. She works out five days 
a week and is in incredible shape. 

Previously, I wrote a story about how I convinced Cindy 
to try extramarital sex. A light-skinned black guy 
named Tony was her first, and ever since then she's 
been seeing Tony at least twice a week, usually more. 

Sometimes I'm there and we double-team my hot little 
Asian wife for hours; other times I get home just as 
Tony is leaving, my wife still lying spread out naked 
on the bed, leaking semen (a while back Tony got tested 
and promised to only fuck Cindy, which opened a lot of 
doors for us sexually). 

I'm not ashamed to say I have licked Tony's cum out of 
my wife's pussy and ass. You might say it's gross, but 
don't knock it till you've tried it. It drives Cindy 
crazy and makes me harder than an oak tree. 

One week Tony was on vacation and I happened to have a 
particularly rough week at work, keeping me at work 
until late and leaving me too tired for sex when I got 
home. By the fourth day without dick, Cindy was 
obviously agitated. She wanted a fuck so badly, I could 
tell. Cindy told me that during the day she had called 
Tony and described all the things she wanted to do to 
him while riding her 8-inch dildo, but it had only 
increased her appetite. 

"Tomorrow, babe, I promise. I'm just so worn out." 

"Okay, daddy," she said, and turned over and went to 
sleep. 

The next day I got up early and headed into Manhattan 
for another slog in the salt mines. Around 2 o'clock, I 
got a call on my cell from my wife. 

"Hey sweetheart, what's up?" 

"Well, umm, I just got back from the gym."

"Oh yeah? Have a good workout?"

"Yeah... I had a great workout. Umm... I sucked a guy's 
dick in the sauna." 

"What?"

"You're not mad, are you? It's just a blowjob and I was 
so horny!"

"Well, no... no, not at all! Actually I'm getting hard 
right now thinking about it."

"Ooh, so you're not mad?"

"Not at all... who was this guy?"

"I think he's Italian - I had just got out of step 
class, and I went upstairs to do my ab routine. The gym 
was pretty empty, but I saw this guy lifting weights. 
So I laid down on the mat to do my sit-ups, and you 
know I was wearing my workout outfit" (note: tiny tight 
gray shorts, thin material, thong, matching top that 
shows off her tits and easily lets her nipples poke 
through when she gets sweaty) "and he walks right over 
and stands right next to me, just looking. He wasn't 
even subtle about it!" 

"Most guys have a hard time being subtle around you, 
babe." 

"I know but this guy had a huge hard-on! That's not 
subtle at all!" We both laughed. She went on: "So I 
smiled and asked him to hold my feet, which he did. 
Every time I did a setup, our faces got closer and 
closer. There was definitely sexual tension. I'm just 
glad the gym was basically empty. So when I was 
finished I leaned in close and whispered in his ear: 
meet me in the men's sauna." 

"Oh, babe, you're killing me. I'm going to attack you 
with my cock when I get home. There's no escape."

"Good! So I left first, and I just walked right into 
the men's locker room, as if I was confused, you know? 
Luckily it was empty, so I just went into the sauna, 
got naked and waited." 

"Completely naked?"

"I didn't want to waste time! And besides, there's no 
cameras in there."

I imagined the scene in my head. My hot Chinese wife in 
the men's sauna, completely nude, her legs open to 
reveal her waxed pussy, waiting for a stranger to come 
and... hmm... something wasn't adding up.

"Sweetheart, if you were so horny and naked, why didn't 
you just fuck him?"

"Ummm.... would you be mad if I did?"

"Noo...."

"Then I did! Oh daddy it was so wonderful! I haven't 
had sex for a week, so I just couldn't resist!"

"That's fine, sweetheart. Did you use a condom?"

"Of course, daddy. I'm not stupid. Oh but first, so he 
came in wearing just a towel, and he saw me, and he 
came over and we kissed, and he was feeling on my 
pussy, which was already hot and wet from being horny, 
plus extra soft from the sauna. I grabbed his dick and 
started playing with it, and I think he had like three 
fingers in me. I knew it had to be a quickie, so I 
started sucking his dick. It was so big and hard! 
Daddy, I think it's bigger than yours and Tony's, 
because I choked, and I never choke!"

"Were you able to get all the way down?"

"No! And you know that's my specialty! You know how I 
like to deep-throat so my nose touches your pubes? I 
couldn't do it on this guy. But I think he liked it 
anyway, because he picked me up and I could barely get 
the condom on before he put it in me. We fucked really 
hard for like ten minutes, with me just lying on the 
bench and him fucking me so hard. We tried doggy-style 
but he's just too big for that."

"Did you cum?"

"Of course! So hard! and so did he. I came first and 
then he came a few minutes later. He really filled up 
the condom. Then he left, but first he made me suck his 
dick some more. He tried to make me drink from the 
condom, but I didn't want to. Actually I was thinking 
about it, but the fact that he tried to make me put me 
off. Oh my god daddy, he stretched my pussy so wide, I 
think it's still hanging open. Is that bad?"

"You know I like it that way. I'm looking forward to 
feeling your loose slut pussy around my cock when I get 
home." Little did she know I was almost there - I 
jumped out of my desk and grabbed a town car as soon as 
I heard that first "umm..." - I knew that meant my wife 
had done something slutty and I just had to be there, 
work be damned. 

"Me too. You don't mind that your wife's a slut?"

"I love it. Babe, you're getting sluttier and sluttier. 
Now come to the door."

"What?"

"I'm at the front door."

I came in and made love to my slutty wife in our bed. 
This Italian guy from the gym must have really had a 
horse-cock - Cindy's tight Asian pussy was still 
hanging open when I put first my tongue, then my 
fingers, then my cock inside. I called her a dirty 
whore and came on her face, which she and I both 
greatly enjoyed. 

So that's the story of my wife's first "random 
encounter," meaning a sexual experience with a guy that 
we don't regularly see and who I usually don't even 
know. Cindy really started to enjoy the random fucks 
and eventually started going out hunting during the day 
to different towns on Long Island looking for a hot guy 
to fuck. She's fucked dentists, doctors, mechanics, you 
name it. For awhile she was into sucking off underage 
boys who work at the supermarket - they couldn't 
believe their luck when she came strutting into their 
store in a miniskirt and sheer tank-top. 

Eventually that petered out and it was back to just 
sharing her with Tony, instead of all of Long Island. 
I've got lots more stories and I look forward to 
sharing them with you all. 

COCK FOR DORIS

My wife is a very attractive half Chinese girl named 
Doris. She is small and slim and sexy, and always gets 
paid lots of attention. Last year on our holiday we 
had a little drunken adventure involving two other 
guys, and since then I have longed to watch her 
getting well and truly fucked.

The chance came when we were invited to a party with 
some friends, but no sooner did we all arrive but some 
emergency cropped up and our friends had to leave. 
Doris and I decided to stay on at least for a little 
while, with our hosts, Mike and Ruth, just the four of 
us. Mike and Ruth, who are both in their forties, had 
taken a shine to Doris, plying her with drink and 
making very flattering remarks about her appearance, 
and Doris was getting more drunk by the minute. 
Suddenly the atmosphere was very sexy, and I found 
myself getting excited, thinking of seeing this older 
couple fooling around with my lovely little wife. 
Neither Doris nor I knew what they had in store for 
her.

When Doris had to go to the loo, Mike was right there 
at my side, telling me how lucky I was to have such a 
beautiful "fuckable" wife. He was staring at me as he 
said this, to judge my reaction, and he must have been 
pleased, because he then came right out and asked if I 
wanted some fun. My throat was dry but of course, I 
nodded yes. He said, "Doris is pretty drunk, I bet 
it's easy to get her horny, what do you say?" Again I 
nodded my agreement, and he went on, "I think I know 
what you would like, you want to see her getting 
fucked, don't you." This time I managed a croaky "Yes" 
and Mike said, "Right then, we'll have her. Leave it 
to us, believe me, you will enjoy watching Doris 
taking cock."

Next moment Doris came back into the room. I have to 
say that she was wearing dark stockings and high 
heels, a short black skirt and a thin white top with 
narrow shoulder straps. She is only just over 5ft 
tall, long black hair, cute little orientalish face 
and a slim 32 figure.  She did look good and fuckable, 
just as Mike said.

Ruth gave her yet another drink, saying, "Here you 
are, girl, there's lots more if you need it."  Doris 
gulped it down and got her glass refilled immediately. 
Ruth turned to her husband and said, "Doris looks 
really sexy tonight, doesn't she. I would guess she's 
feeling horny. Do you think she would like some cock 
fun with us?"

Even in her half drunken state, my wife looked up in 
surprise, but didn't actually say anything, and didn't 
resist when Ruth led her over to the sofa. It was a 2-
seater and both of them sat down together. Mike left 
the room just then, and Ruth put her arm round my 
wife's shoulder. She looked down at Doris's legs, and 
saw that the short skirt had ridden up almost to her 
stocking tops. As Doris tried to pull down the hem a 
bit,  Ruth stopped her. "Just leave it alone, Doris," 
she said. "I love your outfit, and your legs are so 
lovely it's a shame to cover them up." Doris bowed her 
head shyly, until she felt Ruth's hand under her chin 
jerking her face up. "You want something tonight, 
don't you, Doris," she said. Doris was looking 
puzzled, her face blushing a little. "You're drunk and 
horny and you want some fun," went on Ruth. "Well, 
that's what you're going to get. We have plans for 
you, darling."

Mike had been answering the door, and came back into 
the room just then. Another man was with him, and Mike 
introduced him as a good friend, Keith. Oh god, I 
thought, this will be good, Doris is going to be well 
fucked tonight. I looked towards the sofa. Ruth had 
her arm round my wife's shoulder, holding her tight. 

"You know you're a slut, Doris, that's why you're 
here," she laughed. Her hand was right between Doris's 
legs now, under her skirt. Doris's mouth opened but 
all she could manage was a low moan. She was blushing 
hard, but Ruth was still holding her face up. The men 
were grinning as they stared at Doris, and Ruth 
laughed again. "She's wearing stockings, mmmm, we like 
that! Nice bare thighs!" Then she twisted her hands 
into Doris's long black hair. "Tonight, Doris," she 
said. "your cunt is anybody's. Do you understand? 
Whoever wants your cunt can have it, and will do 
whatever they please with it. You understand? Is that 
clear enough, my sweet Doris?"

Keith squeezed onto the sofa with the girls, and my 
wife seemed to be totally in a daze, not realising 
that Keith had put his hand high up on her thigh. I 
watched him inching it upwards, dragging the skirt 
with him, until his fingers met the bare skin above 
Doris's stocking tops. Only now, with her skirt almost 
up to her hips and bare white flesh revealed for 
everyone to see, did Doris become aware of what he was 
doing. "No!" she gasped out, trying to cross her legs 
and push his hand away.

Ruth immediately gripped her arms, holding her still. 
Doris tried to struggle away, but Keith managed to get 
her legs across his lap, and of course the little 
skirt went right up round her waist. Now we could see 
not just her stocking tops and suspender straps, but 
also her tiny black panties which were barely wider 
than her cunt lips.

Keith quickly took his belt and pulled Doris's hands 
behind her back, wrapping the belt round her wrists. 
With her arms now behind her, Doris's firm little tits 
jutted out enticingly, and it was an amazing sight to 
see her being held down, helpless, her shapely legs 
slightly splayed apart, the dark stockings and 
suspender straps contrasting with the creamy white 
bare thigh flesh above the stocking tops.  Her eyes 
were glazed slightly, and she was starting to sob. She 
had a terrified look on her pretty face as she stared 
at Ruth. She was crying now, confused by the drink and 
the speed things had happened.

Keith started to take off his clothes, and said he 
wanted to see what Doris's tits were like. Like a 
flash Mike was pulling her top off, and suddenly my 
wife's pert little tits were on display as well.
 
"Let's see her arse now," Keith mumbled, and 
immediately Doris was turned half round to expose her 
lovely round arse, the thin ribbon of her black thong 
almost invisible between her cheeks.  She looked small 
and helpless and extremely vulnerable and fuckable as 
Keith ran his hands up and down the back of her 
thighs, clenching them sometimes round her exposed 
arse cheeks. I could see his cock getting hard, just 
like mine, as he thought of how in just a few minutes 
he would feel it inside Doris's tight cunt, and then 
watch everyone else fucking her too. His hands hooked 
into the thong, and slowly he pulled the scrap of 
material down over Doris's knees. Now my wife was 
almost naked, her skirt and top crumpled round her 
waist, tits, cunt and arse all bared.

Mike reached for her tits, and Doris gave out a loud 
squeal as he pulled roughly at her nipples. Almost 
immediately I saw the points start to stiffen up, and 
Doris was openly crying now, her beautiful oriental 
face blushing with shame as she tried to turn away. 

She knew she was helpless, she knew they could do 
anything they wanted to her. Keith was stripped now,  
and she could see him stroking his cock to hardness by 
the side of the sofa. It looked enormous, a good seven 
inches of rigid prick jutting out from a forest of 
black pubic hair. He pulled Doris's head round to face 
him, and pressed the huge knob against her lips. "Take 
it in your mouth, Doris," he rasped out. "Suck me." 

Doris tried to turn her face away but Keith gripped 
her by the hair and pulled her mouth against his 
throbbing prick. The cock was huge and Doris had to 
stretch her mouth wide open to even begin to close her 
lips around it.

Then Ruth reappeared. She was holding a large black 
strapon dildo.  "I told you, Doris," she said. 
"Tonight your little cunt is for anybody who wants 
it."  My wife caught sight of the dildo and her eyes 
went wide with shock. "No!" she stammered, "please, 
no." But as she watched, Ruth strapped on the dildo. 

It was pure black, about six or seven inches long and 
an inch thick. Ruth pushed Keith aside and thrust the 
dildo against Doris's mouth. "Suck this, slut," she 
ordered. "Make it wet before I fuck you with it." 

Everyone laughed, except Doris. Slowly her lips parted 
and Ruth worked the dildo into her mouth, pushing and 
pulling it as if she was fucking Doris's mouth with 
it. At the same time she reached out and began to 
fondle my wife's tits, twisting the nipples between 
her fingers. The points were already hard, standing 
out like little bullets as they were manipulated.

"Spread her legs," Ruth commanded, and Doris felt 
eager hands pulling her thighs apart. They bent her 
back over the arm of the sofa and held her down, legs 
spread well apart, as Ruth strapped on the dildo. And 
slowly, inch by inch, she fed the dildo into Doris's 
tight cunt. The sight of Doris taking that black 
rubber cock into her pussy was incredible. She was 
moaning loudly, making sobbing, crying noises.

And then Ruth began fucking her with it. Faster and 
faster her hips thrust to and fro, ramming the strapon 
cock into my wife's helpless cunt. Each thrust made 
Doris gasp out, her tits shaking and her body jerking 
as Ruth screwed her relentlessly. Ruth herself was 
panting with the effort, building up to her own 
climax, her large tits bouncing and swinging as she 
fucked on and on. As she orgasmed, she collapsed 
forward, shaking and trembling, her hands clutching at 
Doris's tits.

Slowly she pulled herself back and the soaking dildo 
slid out of Doris's cunt. She looked down at Doris 
lying spreadeagled on the sofa and motioned to Keith. 
"She's ready for real cock now," she said, and Keith 
took her place between Doris's legs. She was still 
having to be held down, and watching the hands clawing 
at her stocking clad thighs to keep her skirt up round 
her waist and her legs wide open ready for Keith to 
start fucking her was so good, I had the stiffest, 
biggest hard on ever.

Keith's prick was rigid as he pressed it between 
Doris's wet cunt lips. His purple knob started to 
disappear inside, then he slammed forward and Doris 
screamed out as the whole shaft penetrated her juicy 
cunt. "God you're so tight," Keith moaned. "You must 
have had so many cocks in here... such a beautiful 
sexy little slut like you...how many cocks have 
screwed you Doris, how many times has this tight 
little cunt been fucked..." He pulled back a little 
then drove his cock hard into her again. "Tell me, 
cunt," he gasped. "How many cocks have shagged you!" 
His pace was getting faster, he was getting close to 
cumming off inside her.  I realised she was saying 
something, and managed to hear her whisper, "Don't 
know, had a lot of cocks, lot of fucks."

Ruth took hold of Keith's arm and told him to stop 
fucking Doris and lie back on the sofa. "Let's see the 
slut fucking you, Keith," she ordered. So Doris was 
then hoisted on top of Keith and lowered down onto his 
massive prick. As soon as the cock was inside her, she 
obediently began to ride up and down on it. Ruth moved 
up behind her and pushed her forward so that her tits 
were dragging on Keith's chest. She gripped Doris by 
the hips, helping her slide up and down on Keith's 
stiff cock. "Mmm, lovely arse, Doris," she breathed 
excitedly. Her hand snaked in between Doris's legs and 
began working on my wife's clit, as she still moved up 
and down on Keith's rigid prick. Ruth was using both 
hands on her now, one rubbing her clit, the other 
probing between her arse cheeks. Doris was moaning as 
she continued to fuck Keith, and then to my delight I 
realised that she was starting to cum off. Her hips 
were jerking faster, even with her hands still tied, 
she was really riding him. Her head went back, her 
eyes tight shut. Her climax hit her hard and she was 
gasping, panting, almost screaming, as her body shook 
with its force.

Ruth still had the strapon dildo jutting out from her 
crotch. It was glistening wet, and now Ruth was 
guiding it between my wife's legs from behind. 
Suddenly Doris also realised what was happening and 
tried to turn round. "NO! No!" she cried out, but it 
was too easy for the others to hold her there, her 
cunt impaled on Keith's cock to the hilt, as Ruth 
prodded her arse with the dildo. Suddenly it was 
entering her. Again Doris cried out, then Ruth pushed 
forward. More and more of the dildo was inside. Ruth 
began to fuck her again, and each push moved Doris 
forward off Keith's cock, before she was pulled back 
onto it again. I watched Doris getting sandwiched 
between the two of them, both cock and dildo ploughing 
into her. Mike moved to her face and grabbed her hair. 
His cock was at her mouth, forcing its way in, and 
then she was sucking it, her lips clamped round his 
shaft as he jolted her head to and fro.

Ruth was driving the dildo harder and harder into 
Doris, gasping out with the effort of fucking my 
lovely little wife. Almost the whole length of the 
strapon was now penetrating Doris. "You love this kind 
of fucking, don't you, Doris," Ruth gasped. "You can't 
get enough cock, can you. You'll do everything we tell 
you now. Any time we want to fuck you, or get you 
fucked, anything we want, you belong to us now."

Doris had given up. She lay there with Keith driving 
his cock up into her cunt and Ruth driving the dildo 
into her arse, sandwiched between the two, legs spread 
open, her hands still tied with Keith's belt. Her 
whole small slim body jerked each time they thrust 
into her. Mike's cock between her lips was fucking her 
face, she wasn't sucking him off, just laying there 
with her mouth wide open letting him fuck her. All the 
time she was moaning and making little squealing 
sounds every time the three cocks rammed into her.

The little scenario lasted about five minutes before 
the cocks started spurting cum. Doris had cum off 
again as they fucked her, and when they finished with 
her she lay slumped on the sofa, almost unconscious, 
cum spattered over her face, her hair, her tits, her 
arse. I had watched her getting well and truly fucked, 
and it wouldn't be the last time.