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Touch Nikki

Chapter 1
At a little after noon, the engine of the Miata began to sputter alarmingly. Suddenly, smoke began to billow from beneath the hood, and Nikki let out a high shriek. Something had happened! Maybe the radiator hose had broken. And here she was in the middle of West Texas, with nothing but desert for hundreds of miles!
Through the smoke, Nikki’s panicked gaze suddenly fixed on something about a hundred yards or so down the highway. It was a rest stop! Saying a quick prayer of thanks, she applied just the slightest pressure to the gas pedal, praying again the coughing little car would make it just the extra distance. “Come on, baby,” she shouted over the sputtering of the engine.
Roughly twenty yards from the rest stop the Miata gave up the ghost. Nikki had already eased the little car onto the shoulder of the highway, and now there was nothing she could do but let the car roll to a sad stop.
Nikki sighed, and brushed a lock of her fine hair out of her eyes. Oh well, she was going to think positively on this trip if it killed her. At least she didn’t have far to walk to the rest stop. She could see her car from there easily–hell, she could see for a hundred miles in this country–and could flag down anyone who might come along.
It was a Sunday afternoon, which meant traffic would be light, and it was punishingly hot, nearly 100. But she had dressed for the weather, in a thin white cotton t-shirt and pink shorts, and she had a couple of bottles of Evian in a Playmate cooler. She could sit under one of the covered tables and just wait it out for a highway patrolman if she had to.
So, throwing her purse in the trunk, she locked the car and, carrying the cooler and a dog-eared paperback her roommate had loaned her, she made her way to the rest stop to await her saviors, whomever they might be.
She didn’t have long to wait.

About fifteen minutes later, Nikki looked up from her novel to the sound of an engine. Walking to the shoulder of the highway, she saw what appeared to be a pickup truck coming her way. A few more minutes of waiting and squinting at the approaching vehicle confirmed the truth. It was indeed a pickup, old-looking and kind of beat-up, but with two passengers. Nikki immediately began waving both her long, tanned arms over her head. “HEEYYY! HEEEEEYYYY!”
The truck pulled into the rest stop with a crunching of gravel and two men got out of the cab. One was tall with shoulder length hair, and well muscled, and wearing an old baseball cap, jeans and a t-shirt with some heavy metal logo on them. His unlikely companion was black, about the other man’s height but extremely beefy. Nikki thought of Earl Campbell. His t-shirt was black, with the Public Enemy logo standing out in bright relief.
A quick tinge of nervousness–that quick fluttering of the heart–raced through Nikki at the sight of these two men, but she repressed it. Clearly the assholes at work were making her jumpy around anyone male. And she needed help, pure and simple.
“Something wrong, miss?” said the guy in the cap.
His companion said nothing, but there was something in his eyes she didn’t trust. She had seen that look at work. Oh well, the hell with it. She refused to notice it and answered.
“Yeah, my car overheated. I think it might be something with the radiator.” “Hell of a place to break down,” the man said, his eyes dropping to Nikki’s legs, now deeply tanned under the sunlight.
“Really,” she said, “do you think there’s anything you can do?”
“Hmm. Well, we can have a look at it, I suppose. Could just be a busted hose. You got your keys?”
Nikki dug in her shorts pocket for the keys. In doing so she didn’t notice the grin the two men exchanged.
“Here you go,” she said, and smiled her biggest smile, what her roommate called the “cover girl” smile. Couldn’t hurt to try to be nice, she figured.
“Well, this might take a sec, miss. You might as well get comfortable,” said Baseball Cap, taking the keys. As they walked over to the Miata, Nikki returned to her bench and cracked open the novel. She looked up briefly when she heard the hood open and Baseball Cap say “Whoa!” as a cloud of smoke rose to the blue desert sky. Then she sat and read while the sounds of tinkering commenced.
After about five minutes she looked up and noticed the two men bent over the open hood. They appeared to be talking to each other. The both cast a glance her way, and she managed a smile. They smiled too, but more at each other than back at her. She went back to reading.
She was really getting into the story of the novel, and was therefore jolted back to reality by the voice of Baseball Cap. Jumping, she looked up to see both men standing right in front of her where she sat.
“Y-you startled me!” Nikki exclaimed, trying to sound calm. The butterflies were back.
“Hmm. Well, miss, your car’s a real mess, but it shouldn’t be too much trouble to fix. Tank and I can do it right here, in fact.”
“Oh,” she said, surprised, “but…that’s wonderful! Th-thank you!”
“Thing is,” said Baseball Cap, “there IS the matter of, shall we say, compensation…” He let his voice trai off. His big black friend smiled again, showing a gold incisor. “Well, of c-course,” Nikki said. Why was she stammering, she wondered. “I’ve brought plenty of money. Just tell me wh-what you need and…”
She stopped, confused. The two men were laughing out loud.
“Wh-what!?” she blurted, confused. “What!?”
“That ain’t the compensation we had in mind, honey.”
At the sound of the name, and the clear implications of the statement, Nikki suddenly felt the butterflies in her stomach turn into a whole wasps’ nest! She felt her heartbeat quicken. This wasn’t real, she thought hurriedly, maybe they’re kidding! Her eyes darted quickly back to the road. No vehicles. No one for miles. No one at all.
“I-I-I d-don’t know wh-what you mean, I-I…” she managed. Fear was enveloping her like a shround. The looks on the men’s faces turned deeply sinister.
“Sure you do,” said Baseball Cap calmly. “Purty lady all alone, needs the help of two young studs like us”–the other man laughed again while Nikki’s gorgeous eyes grew huge–“I think there’s much more suitable compensation than money to be had. Right, Tank?”
She stood and clumsily began backing up. “I-I don’t think s-s-so…” she said, trying to sound unafriad, knowing she was failing. The men moved towards her, slowly, like predators.
Tears began to form in Nikki’s big blue eyes. “P-p-please, wait,” she heard herself stammering. It was hopeless. As her mind raced, she assessed her situation as best she could in her confusion. No one for miles. If she ran into the rest stop’s ladies room they’d simply follow her. And surrounding them all, the endless unforgiving desert. She simply had nowhere to run, and if she did, the big black guy looked as if he could tackle her in less than five paces.
It was a nightmare. A pure nightmare, all her worst sexual harassment nightmares rolled into one inconceivably horrific reality. How could it be happening? “D-don’t,” her soft voice began pleading. She continued to back up, shaking her head pleadingly as the men kept moving forward, slowly and deliberately.
“TAKE THEM SHORTS OFF, BITCH! NOW!”
It was the first time the black man had spoken, and his booming voice sent a shock wave of fear through Nikki’s jackhammering heart like a gunshot! Reason simply vanished. “AAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAA,” she screamed, and took off at a run in the direction of the highway, tears now streaming down her perfect unblemished cheeks.
Surprisingly, the men simply watched her run off, laughing raucously. Of course, she realized as she was several yards down the road, they knew she had nowhere to go. And so did she. But she wasn’t going to stand there, she just couldn’t get raped, she couldn’t! Her heavy breathing was racked with sobs as she continued her futile run down the lonely, san-baked desert highway.
Then Nikki heard an engine start. Chancing a glance over her shoulder, she saw the men had boarded their truck and started the engine. Her blue eyes grew saucer-sized with terror as the truck started towards her. Oh God!! They were going to run her down!
Nikki screamed again, a high pitched wail of despair that carried over the desert sands as the truck bore down on her. Then as it neared to within six feet of her, Baseball Cap slowed the truck to her running speed and leaned out the window.
“RUN, BABYYY! SHAKE THAT FIIINE FUCKIN ASS!” he shouted, and whooped with malicious glee as Nikki screamed, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Then the truck stopped. Nikki kept running, though her breath was getting short. She contemplated turning into the desert. But the fear of rattlesnakes held her back, and the fact the truck was a four-wheeler made that option kind of pointless. She continued sobbing and running, a helpless beautiful woman at the mercy of sadistic men, and no help in sight, anywhere.
Then the ultimate horror. She heard the high screech of rubber on asphalt as the truck suddenly kicked into gear and sped toward her. Black spots appeared in Nikki’s vision as exhaustion combined with abject terror and the certainty her life was over!
Then she heard the truck begin to pass her. For an instant, barely more than a fraction of a second, she felt she had been spared. A burst of hope made her kick up a bit of speed in her desperate run for life.
But Tank had opened his door.
The truck was only moving at about twenty miles an hour, but when the passenger door slammed into Nikki’s back she felt she had been hit by a train. Her slender body spun in circles as her breath escaped, and she fell flat onto the hot asphalt, winded and helpless. In pain, fear and exhaustion, she mercifully lost consciousness as the truck’s brakes squealed somewhere in the distance.

Nikki felt her body being lifted and set down into the bed of the pickup. Her back throbbed horribly; she had not been hit hard enough to do any serious damage, but her fear had heightened the pain and she was still somewhat dazed. Through vision blurred by tears and pain, she saw Baseball Cap remove something from the toolkit next to her in the truck’s bed.
“Tank,” she heard him say. “Pull the plates and vehicle number off this cunt’s car and burn the car. She won’t be needing it now that she’s with us.”
Shock registered in Nikki’s brain and waked her from her dazed state. “NOO! Please! Not my car!” she tried to scream, though it came out weakly.
“Hey, whaddaya know,” said Baseball Cap. “Our little twat’s back with us.”
He slapped her beautiful face, stunning her. Flat on the truck bed, she sobbed pitifully.
In a momemt, Tank returned. Nikki heard the clatter of metal on the truck bed, her license plates. In the distance, she heard the crackling of flames, and knew her car and her belongings were afire, including her purse and driver’s license.
A chill ran through her as she realized the enormity of what that fire was destroying. Nikki Connors had just ceased to exist, simply vanished without a trace. Her car would soon be a burned-out shell, giving no clues as to her plight. Whereever these men where taking her, they could keep her there as long as they wanted.
And while she was there, they could, and certainly would, do anything they wanted to her. Nikki realized that unless a miracle happened, she too, like her car, would be a burned-out shell.
Seconds later, she felt both men manhandling her arms, and the unmistakable ripping sound of a roll of duct tape. The men savagely bound her wrists and ankles with the duct tape, while the beautiful woman lay there and prayed she could die.
Then she heard the men board the cab, and the engine roar. The truck lurched into gear, and they were off.

Sometime during the ride, Nikki must have drifted off. The mixture of emotional turmoil had simply taken its toll on her stamina, and her body and mind had had to rest. But now that was past. She started wide awake, and quickly noticed several things.
It was night. They were in the desert somewhere. A campfire crackled nearby. And she was no longer in the bed of the truck, or bound with tape.
She looked around quickly, and her heart jumped and her eyes went wide with terror as she noticed her captors sitting not three feet away on a pair of rocks. Baseball Cap had a huge knife. And Tank had a gun.
“Welcome back, bitch,” jeered Baseball Cap. “Now the fun begins.”
The men exploded with laughter as Nikki’s shrill, high scream carried over the endless desert…..
Chapter 2
“Wh-wh-what are you going to do to me?”
Nikki Connors still could not believe what was happening to her as it was happening. Only earlier that day she had been on the outset of her dream vacation, and now she was in the hands of two brutal men who were certainly going to rape her, and who knew what else? They had burned her car, and with it her identification, any way of tracing her. She was theirs.
Tears rolled down her lovely face and she began sobbing quietly as she stared at the men in fear and dreaded anticipation.
“We ain’t gonna do a thing, baby,” said Baseball Cap with a leer, “just so long as you obey each an’ every single order we give you. Is that clear enough for you?”
Squeezing her eyelids shut and sobbing loudly, Nikki nodded.
“I can’t HEAR you, bitch!”
“Y-YES!” Nikki managed through tears.
“Yes WHAT!”
“Y-y-y-y-es s-s-sir,” she said, opening her eyes again, almost in resignation.
“STAND UP!”
Nikki leapt to her feet.
“Now undress.”
“Y-yes sir,” she stammered, and began peeling off her shirt.
“SLOWER! Jeezis,” said Baseball Cap, sounding annoyed. “We want time to enjoy the show.”
In despair, the beautiful woman slowed down her motions, lifting the sweat-soiled t-shirt over her head. Her firm A-cup breasts were held by a demure lace bra, and Nikki reached behind her to unclasp the bra. Then, weeping, she dropped the undergarment to the desert floor and stood there topless for her abductors in the moon and firelight.
The men whooped and applauded, and Nikki’s face burned with shame and shone with the wetness of her tears. This was only the second time in her life she had been naked before a man.
The first was an ill-fated college romance. Then, after she had joined her church, she had vowed to stay celibate until marriage. But that was ending, horribly, tonight in the desert, and there was nothing she could do to prevent it.
“Now the shorts,” ordered Baseball Cap.
Slowly, and awash in a new wave of humiliation, Nikki unsnapped the front of her pink shorts and eased them off her tiny waist. They fell with a light clump to the dirt. Baseball Cap made a slight motion with his knife, and the woman, after wiping her face, slipped her fingertips underneath the elastic of her panties and pulled them down.
She was now naked. Instinctively she moved her hands to cover her bush, and then Baseball Cap made a warning motion with his knife, and she hurriedly dropped her hands to her sides. Nikki was naked, on display for the inspection of these men who, for all practical purposes, owned her. Her perfect body gleamed in the firelight, theirs to take.
She wept in her utter humiliation.
“On your hands and knees, cunt!” Baseball Cap ordered, and Nikki dropped to all fours as fast as if she’d been kicked by a mule. “Now crawl over to Tank.”
Slowly, sobbing aloud, the beautiful woman crawled like an obedient dog over to the black man, whose thighs might each have been as big around as her slim waist.
“Now,” said Baseball Cap, leaning forward and speaking softly in a tone t hat carried the threat of horrible punishment, “you’re going to give Tank here the best blowjob any bitch ever gave anybody. You’re going to be very careful not to bite him, and you’re going to swallow every drop of cum when he shoots into your mouth. If you don’t do all those things I’m gonna take this knife and cut off your right tit.”
Nikki shrieked involuntarily. She had no choice, this she knew. Oh, this was horror, horror. She had never had a man’s penis in her mouth; the thought was too revolting! But the men’s expressions told her they weren’t lying about the torture they’d inflict upon her flawless body, and so she had to consent. “Y-y-y-yes sir,” she said through sobs, and reached for Tank’s zipper.
“Wait,” said Tank. She stopped, confused.
“Ask permission, bitch.”
For an instant she was confused, then the horror of the situation solidified. Of course, they had to humiliate her time and time again. It wouldn’t end.
“M-m-may I p-please have p-p-perm-m-mission to g-give you a blow..a blow… blowjob, s-s-s-sir?” Nikki managed to ask, as her gorgeous blue eyes gleamed anew in the firelight with fresh tears.
“Well, okay, bitch,” said Tank almost jovially, “since you ask SO nicely.”
Fighting grief, fear, and revulsion, Nikki’s long, manicured fingers reached for Tank’s zipper. Briefly the snap seemed to resist opening, then it came free, and the zipper slid down with ease. In a second, Nikki saw why.
Underneath Tank’s boxer shorts, already free through the slit in front, his erection practically towered before her bright, terrified eyes. It was fully eleven inches long, with a thick network of blood vessels running all along the shaft. The head alone seemed nearly the size of a racquetball; thick with blood, it shone smooth as if polished in the light of the crackling fire.
Nikki couldn’t be sure if her fear-numbed mind was playing tricks with her as it seemed the hole of the urethra opened and closed slightly, as if trying to cry out in its perverse desire. The man’s cock, gleaming like a mahogany club, seemed like a weapon. A weapon he would wield in her sexual conquest and defeat.
Tank laughed at the shocked expression on Nikki’s classic features. “Well, bitch, you asked…” he said with a hint of menace.
Unsure of how to start, Nikki leaned forward nervously, then placed her pretty pink lips against the huge cockhead and kissed it. She kept kissing for a few seconds, then moved her lips down the shaft. Then, swallowing the urge to be sick, she extended her toungue and licked up and down the shaft slowly, like a popsicle.
Tank’s breathing began to get louder; at least he wasn’t getting impatient yet, she figured, so she must be starting well. Extending her tongue further, she now began licking faster, using the broad flat part of her pink tongue. It brushed against the cockhole and Nikki tasted something slightly salty there. She didn’t want to know what it might be.
Squeezing her eyelids shut in both nervousness and to staunch a new flow of tears, the beautiful naked woman wrapped her soft, virgin lips around the head of her new master’s cock.
Tank moaned slightly. With her right hand, Nikki steadied the massive tool at its base while she began moving her head up and down, creating a sucking rhythm and stretching her jaw to its fullest to avoid any contact with her perfect white teeth. Her lips gripped the cockshaft firmly as she sucked, and the flat portion of her tongue brushed rhythmically against the sensitive underside of the head.
Tank’s breathing grew rapid, then moans began to rise in his throat. Her fearful eyes never left his face as she sucked him, wary of any change that might show she’d done something wrong. For five full minutes, her jaw straining with the effort of pleasing her captor, she sucked, sucked, and sucked. Then it happened.
Tank suddenly grabbed her head and, with a fistful of her lovely hair, pushed her face close into his musky crotch. And he came into her mouth.
Nikki had never tasted a man’s cum, and it revolted her. Not the flavor itself, which, she was alarmed to find, was not so awful as she’d feared. But the fact that she was being raped, forced into sex, with no way to escape, the fact that she was their plaything, their slave, all these things bore into her mind with despair and terror as stream after stream of hot semen emptied from Tank’s balls into Nikki’s beautiful, ravished mouth.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!” groaned Tank, as Nikki, with a new stream of tears flowing in rivers down her high cheeks, swallowed his copious load. She tasted the sperm on her tongue, felt it flow down her esophagus into her stomach. “SWALLOW MY CUM YOU HOT CUNT, AAAAAAAHHHHH!”
Tank’s grip on Nikki’s hair relaxed, and she felt the stream of semen began to slow, then halt. For several moments she held his softening member between her stretched, pink lips, in case there was something more he would require. But finally he pulled her free.
She gasped to catch her breath, periodically gulping down the stringy remnants of jism that still nestled on her tongue and palate, and the big black man gasped above her, and finally caught his breath.
“Think we may have struck gold here, motherfucker,” he said to the other man, and laughed. Sweat glistened on Nikki’s naked form, although the night was cool. “This cunt is fine as SHIT!” Tank added.
“Okay, cumdrinker,” Baseball Cap barked at her, “my turn.”
Resigned to her fate, and knowing the longer she played along the longer she might survive her ordeal, Nikki obeyed readily. The fear had not died down–she knew it never would–but her instinct of self-preservation took over. She knelt before Baseball Cap and said, “P-please sir, may I have the p-privilege of sucking your cock?”
“Why you certainly may!” Baseball Cap said with a huge smile. Nikki reached for his zipper and opened his pants with slight difficulty, but soon she had his penis out and in front of her gorgeous face. He was smaller than Tank, but his cockhead glowed huge and purple in the firelight. The naked woman began the same kiss/lick/suck action she had tried on Tank, and soon Baseball Cap was yelling out as he neared orgasm.
“AAH! AAH! AAH! YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKIN HOT COCKSUCKING BITCH! AAAAAH, FUCK!” he cried out, and he shot his load into her mouth. His cum was more bitter than Tank’s, but there was less of a load, and with an effort Nikki swallowed the lot in a couple of big gulps.
He pulled his dick from her lips and she wept softly as her captor regained his breath and composure. She felt utterly, totally humiliated and defeated.
She was wrong. There was more.
Tank stood up, and Nikki noticed with shock and surprise he was erect again. “Stand up,” he ordered her. “Yes s-sir,” she yelped and leapt to her feet, wiping tears from her cheeks.
“Get into the back of the truck, bitch, and lie down.”
“Yessir, I’m going, sir!” She went quickly. In the bed of the truck, a large bedroll had been laid out. This was it. She knew now for certain, they were going to fuck her pussy, fuck her the way only a woman’s husband should fuck her. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Crying, she crawled into the truck bed and lay on her back, shivering in fear and the cold of the desert night. Tank crawled on top of her, and she thought, “He’ll crush me, he’s so big, oh God, please save me…” But only stars gleamed back at her from the sky.
Tank pushed her thighs apart, and Nikki cried out as she felt his huge cockhead push at her vaginal opening. He had no condom, she quickly realized. He would make her pregnant! And what if he had some disease! Terror upon terror washed over the crying woman as the huge, dark cock began its violation of her pussy.
“AAAAAAAAAAIIIEE! AAAAAAAAA! IT HURTS!” Nikki shrieked! “OH GOOOOOD IT’S TOO BIG!”
But Tank pumped harder, faster, and more and more of his huge tool pushed into her pussy, into her belly. Seven, eight, nine, ten, all eleven inches!
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAAAAGGGHH!” she screamed. “RAAPE! RAAAAAAAPE!”
Her cries only seemed to spur Tank on, and rape it was. He pumped harder, banging her soft, delicate ass against the truck bed. The cock was fully as big around as her wrist, and it plowed into her perfect, model’s body with punishing force.
Nikki thought she felt something tear inside her vagina. She couldn’t tell. Pain was her life. Fear was her existence. The fucking continued until she was too worn down even to cry out anymore, then, to her surprise, Tank turned onto his back, pulling her smaller, ravaged body onto his stomach. She lay there panting, his cock still wedged to the hilt inside her belly.
Tank grabbed her ass cheeks and began pumping again, a slower rhythm, but just as painful. She wept into his massive barrel chest as he raped her.
Then, she felt the back of the truck lurch somewhat, and in a moment realized the other man had climbed into the back as well.
Before she could fathom what was about to occur, she felt the other cock press against her tiny, pink, puckered asshole.
“Oh God…OH GOD! NOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Nikki howled like a madwoman as the head of Baseball Cap’s dick inched its way into her virgin rectum.
It couldn’t be happening, it just couldn’t! They were both raping her at the same time! And sodomizing her!! It was beyond nightmare! Beyond hell!
With a savage thrust, Baseball Cap plowed into her agonized asshole like a pile driver.
“AAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAGGGHH!!” she screamed and screamed. “IT HURTS, IT HURTS, IT HUUURRRRRRTTSSS!”
But both men simply increased the force of the savage double penetration. Her face was utterly drenched with tears, her voice reduced to a pathetic whimper: “…hurts…hurts…hurts…”
Suddenly, Nikki felt Tank jerk convulsively underneath her, and something warm filled her cunt. He had come, she knew it. And she knew, without a doubt, that she had just been made pregnant. It was that time in her cycle; she knew it like the back of her hand. She had no fight left in her at all as the other man came deep inside her brutalized, bleeding rectum.
Spent, the two men lay panting, with the raped, defeated form of Nikki Conners sandwiched between them. Gradually, with their softening cocks still in her aching, throbbing holes, they fell asleep. Eventually, Nikki herself fell into an exhausted, nightmare-laden slumber as the cum dried between her legs and the tears dried on her lovely face.
Bathed in sweat, gleaming in the dawn sun, the naked body of Nikki Connors lay spread eagled, face down on the desert floor, her wrists and ankles tied to stakes. With her head raised to see what her captors were about, she pleaded, begged for release and mercy.
“P-p-please,” the beautiful woman begged, “Wh-whatever you’re doing, please, d-d-don’t hurt me. I’ll do any-anything. EVERYTHING! Whatever you want! P-please untie me! I’ll suck you, I’ll”–she said the word with difficulty–“f-f-fuck you, all you want….” Baseball Cap emerged from the back of the truck where he and Tank had been rummaging around. She sight of him sent a shock wave of fear through her body. In his hand he held a long strip of thin metal, like a car antenna, she thought. Thin metal wires had been wrapped around it to sturdy it.
He knelt by her head as she buried her face in the sand and cried. “I know you’re gonna do whatever we want. Thing is, we’re gonna do whatever WE want, too. And one of the things we wanna do is listen to a sexy, tight young piece of fuckmeat like yourself scream.”
She continued to cry. This was madness, this was hell! “Wh-why!?” she pleaded.
The man just smiled.
“Oh, no,” she began to gasp as she felt his coarse hand grip and knead her silky round ass cheeks. “PLEASE! NO! OH GOD! NOOO! DON’T WHIP ME! DON’T HURT MMEEEEEEEE! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Sobs racked her mercilessly.
“Nice,” she heard Baseball Cap say. Then…
The purest, white agony shot through her body as the metal whip lashed her ass.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAGHHH!” Nikki howled.
And again, the brutal whip came down.
There were a total of ten lashes, but each had such force that the beautiful, pain-wracked woman fainted after the fifth. Shortly after the final blow, she felt herself stirring, her mind and body awhirl with pain. Tank was rubbing some kind of oil onto her ass cheeks, and she felt the bleeding welts where the whip had come down. Oh God, how could they do this to her?
She felt her wrists being freed from the stakes, but the ropes remained on her. Her ankles were then untied, and those ropes were removed. Tank roughly flipped her onto her back, and almost instantly something warm, wet and familiar doused her pretty face.
Baseball Cap had been excited to orgasm by the whipping he’d inflicted, and she’d been flipped to take a full shot of his cum on her perfect face. She thought she might die from the shame. But everywhere, her body was so charged with pain she couldn’t even weep. It was all she could do to keep her breath.
“You liked that, whore, didn’t you?” Baseball Cap said.
She wanted to scream, give into the horror and agony and let her mind go. But she knew she had to obey.
“Y-y-yes sir. Th-thank you, s-s-sir.”
Hauling her to her wobbly feet, he then announced, “We’re going to our place, a secret little place where me and Tank and some other boys spend their time when they wanna get away from the rat race. It’s about three miles that way, through the desert. I think they’re gonna like you, baby! They’re gonna like you a lot!” And he laughed.
As what he said sank in, Nikki reeled in horror! More men! More rape! She couldn’t bear it, she couldn’t! Ridding herself of all dignity, she dove at his feet!
“NOOO! Please. I CAN’T! Not that! NOT GANG RAPE! PLEASE DON’T LET THEM GANG RAPE MEEEEEEE!” Her speech gave way to heavy sobs.
He leaned down.
“Remember what I said, you obey,” and he dragged her on her still wobbly legs to the back of the truck. She couldn’t beg anymore; she just cried.
Baseball Cap looked at her. God, she was gorgeous. Exactly the kind of stuck up cunt who wouldn’t give a guy like him the time of day. Well, now the shoe was on the other foot. He smiled broadly as he tied the ropes around her wrist to another rope, then tied that rope to the trailer hitch of the truck. For an instant Nikki looked at what he was doing in confusion, then, when realization set in, she begged, “Oh, no, please. I can’t. I can’t.”
The two men hopped into the cab, and Baseball Cap called out, “It’s only three miles. You oughta be able to keep up!” And laughing, the men started the truck. Of course, she realized, that’s why he whipped her then. She could barely stand, let alone run. This was just more cruelty. She cried. Why? Why?
The truck lurched into gear, and the beautiful woman was yanked forward and flew onto her stomach. The truck stopped. Nearly winded, Nikki stood as best she could and the truck started again.
It kept to a slow speed, and she jogged behind it, naked, enslaved, helpless.
But it would be three miles.
And the hot desert sun was rising.
And at the end of the line….
Nikki tried to block her thoughts as the truck pulled her through the desert.

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Seduced By The UPS Man – Part One

Seduced By The UPS Man – Part One
My name is Sammy (short for Samantha). My husband Dan and I have been happily married for twenty-seven years. We have a great sex life and enjoy role-playing. Although we have talked about acting on our fantasies, we have never actually been with other people. The closest we have come, is one time Dan took me to an adult bookstore where we went into a video booth and manually masturbated each other. Although I was very tense and self-conscious, the night was a real turn-on and we had even better sex when we returned home. Having all those men at the bookstore staring at me actually was exciting and made me very wet. Dan loved it when he discovered how damp and open my pussy was in our little booth. We both agreed that one of these days we will go back and maybe invite one of the other men into our booth. Just the thought of doing this makes me very apprehensive, but at the same time extremely hot. We will see.
Until recently this was the extent of our “wild side”. Things have changed a bit (for the better) and I have to thank the UPS man at my job for “opening the door”. I work for a company where I am charge of all the shipping and receiving of UPS parcels. My office is near the warehouse and every afternoon I prepare packages to be picked up by UPS and Federal Express. Over time I got to know the drivers and we generally joke around and enjoy good-natured fun. Nothing unusual or unprofessional. About three weeks ago, a new UPS man showed up and announced that he was taking over the route. The other driver who serviced our account for years was evidently promoted. I felt a little chill of excitement when he told me this. The other driver was older and kind of stogy, but this new driver was about ten years younger than me and super cute. He was tall, well built with very dark black hair and a well-trimmed mustache. He had very well developed legs and thighs and looked very sexy in his UPS shorts. He introduced himself as Tommy and had the most charming smile, bright white teeth and gorgeous blue eyes. I was totally ruptured by him but tried not to show it. I don’t know, but maybe I did a poor job hiding my interest, or he was just a natural flirt, but as the days went by Tommy became more flirtatious and bolder in his conversations with me. He was always complementing me; saying how I was the best looking girl on his route, loved my blonde hair and how he always looked forward to seeing me. I was flattered, but was not so sure this was just a line from a very smooth talker. I do not have the confidence I once had when I was younger, but for someone my age, I think I am in pretty decent shape and still relatively attractive. I occasionally experience, while driving guys in passing cars beeping at me, waving and smiling. Not as much as in years past, but now and then. So…. what’s a married girl to do? Here I am being teased by a younger hunk and no one else around to keep us from playing our exciting dance each afternoon.
Eventually, Tommy became somewhat bolder. I noticed how he would directly stare at my boobs and make all kind of awkward attempts to bump into me and touch me. Each time I felt electric shivers go up and down my body. I made no real attempt to pull away or discourage this. He did most of the teasing. I just sort of went along with it and occasionally gave him a smile or a wink. A couple of times, I think he caught me peeking at the bulge in his shorts. There was no question that Tommy was packing some serious equipment. Like most women I was very curious, but too shy to act. Once or twice he was standing right in front of my desk with an obvious erection. I could not help but notice. He even in a clumsy way tried to hide it by pushing it one way or another. This made me absolutely crazy. I couldn’t wait to get home so I could play with myself and cum. This whole thing has spiced up our sex life. I have been telling Dan about Tommy and he gets turned on just hearing my daily tales. He keeps encouraging me to be a little more aggressive and maybe actually let Tommy touch me. Almost every night I come home and Dan and I fuck like teenagers as I tell him what Tommy said or did that afternoon. Every day I count the long hours till Tommy shows up. The short five minutes he spends in my office makes my entire day.
It has gone on like this for weeks. But, things have a way of changing real fast. The other afternoon I was watching the clock, counting the minutes till Tommy shows up and I started to feel very wet and horny. I started to rub between my legs under the desk while thinking about what Tommy’s cock looked like. I was doing this for several minutes and getting very worked up, when the door opened and Tommy walked in with his usual cheery bright smile. He took me by complete surprise – I was deep into my daydream and I never heard him approaching. I guess he could tell I was up to no good. Either by my blushed face, heavy breathing or the fact that my hand was still between my legs. He towers over me when I am sitting and he made no attempt to move or divert his eyes. I had no choice but to slowly and very embarrassingly remove my hand from between my thighs. I was out of breath and had a difficult time acknowledging his arrival. He seemed to understand my predicament and took advantage of the situation by boldly moving around my desk and pulling me up to my feet and started kissing me with such deep passion that I nearly passed out. I was so weak and limp he had to hold me up. I was in his total control- I had no ability to stop him, nor did I want to. It only lasted I am sure for just a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity. He slowly stepped back and let me slump down back into my chair. My head was swimming. My pussy was throbbing. Tommy without any further words took the prepared packages in his arms and walked to the door. He turned briefly, smiled and mouthed, “I’m in love” and left.
It took me several minutes to recover. I was a mess. I decided to leave early and go home and think this all over. I was so confused and embarrassed. When Dan got home I was in the bathtub soaking. As usual, he asked me how my Tommy visit was. I didn’t know what to say. I was still overwhelmed. Dan kept on prodding and after a glass of wine I told him what happened. He was so turned on he pulled his cock out in front of me and started to jerk off. As I continued to describe what happened he shot his load all over my tits as I lay in the tub. Watching him rub his cock got to me and I started to rub my pussy and had one of the strongest organisms I ever experienced several seconds after Dan came. Wow, were we ever shocked at our actions. We never did that before – so unplanned and spontaneous. We never ate dinner that night. We just collapsed in our bed and continued to have one of the best nights of sex in our married life.
As you can imagine, the next day I was beside myself. I did not know how to react or what to say when Tommy showed up. I eventually decided (like any women) to play it like nothing at all happened. Sure enough at exactly 4:00 PM, Tommy shows up (this time he actually softly knocked on my office door). That totally broke the ice and cracked me up. I could not help but smile as he walked in. I know my face was bright red, but what the hell… Tommy asked how I was and I murmured something or another and we proceeded to do business as usual. As he was gathering up the boxes he looked over at me and said, “You know Sammy, last night I had a dream about you and it ended in a very satisfying way”. He completely caught me off guard. I don’t know why or how, but I just blurted out that I did too. He said, “a dream”? I just smiled. “Did it end the same way, mine did”, he asked? I lowered my eyes a little and softly said yes.
Well, the cat was out of the bag now, that’s for sure. Yesterday, Tommy came by as usual and he wasted no time in asking if I wanted to meet him for a drink after work. Just like that! I was completely unprepared and didn’t have time think of an excuse. I just simply and weakly said, sure, what time, where”? He mentioned a local tavern that I had been to a number of times and felt comfortable going there. We agreed on a time and he left. I was breathless and as excited as a teenage girl going on her first date. Then it hit me – what about Dan? Uh oh, what am I going to tell him? I phoned him and just blurted out what happened. He was silent for a moment or two and then I heard him say “go for it hon”. That’s all I needed to hear. I told him I would not be out too long and would tell him every detail. I also told him I did not intend to let this get out of hand. So, don’t expect too much.
I cleaned up my desk, went into the ladies room and spent the next fifteen minutes getting ready as best as I could. Damn, I wish I had a days notice and I could have worn something nicer. Oh well, this is the way these things work, right? After work I went to a local grocery store and did a little shopping to kill some time. At 6:00 I pulled into the parking lot and went right into the bar. Tommy was sitting at a table in the back. I spotted him immediately. He was the best looking guy in the place. I was a little taken back seeing him in a normal shirt and jeans. I was use to him in his UPS uniform. He looked gorgeous. He got up and held a chair for me. I sat down and he ordered me a beer. We talked without any awkwardness whatsoever. I found out he was married with three kids (I was never sure, he never wore a wedding ring). I was a little disappointed, but also relieved at the same time. We talked about kids, schools, neighborhoods etc. for an hour or so. He was very easy to talk with. He was also funny and polite. I liked him… a lot. His blue eyes enthralled me and as time went on he moved closer to me and started gently rubbing my arm and legs. I was his, if he wanted me.
After three beers I was feeling a little tipsy and mentioned that I better get going – actually I was hoping we would go out in the parking lot – maybe kiss a bit and then be off. But, Tommy had other plans. As we left the place he took my hand and led me to his pick-up truck He opened the passenger door for me and we both got in. He turned the radio on softly and pulled me over to him. I was dizzy and had a hard time catching my breath. He put his arm around me and without saying a word we started kissing like horny kids. We must have kissed for a half hour. I do not remember being so turned on by just kissing in my life. He was very good at this. He kissed softly and perfectly. His worked his tongue expertly in my mouth. He spent time kissing my ears and neck all the time rubbing my back and legs. I worked up the courage to rub his chest and was delighted to feel how hard and defined it was… and no beer belly! My God he was in good shape. I have gotten so use to Dan that I forgot what a younger guy feels like. Slowly, Tommy worked his hands to my boobs. I let him. After all, I was rubbing his chest like crazy. Although my boobs are not what they once were – they are still in good shape and I am pretty proud of them. They are not huge, but their still firm and my nipples still get hard and tingly. He loosed my shirt and bra and started working them over pretty good. I was just laying back and enjoying the whole treatment. After awhile, it occurred to me I ought to be doing something for him too. So I gazed down at his lap and to no surprise saw he had a huge boner. I placed my hand over his pants and started to rub his cock. It felt like a steel rod! Nothing like Dan’s semi-hard cock. I noticed immediately how thick and fat his cock was compared to Dan’s. They were both about the same length, but Tommy’s cock was by far much bigger in girth and many times harder. Wow, how I would love to feel that thing deep inside me. But, as much as I wanted it – I was not about to fuck in a pick up truck in a parking lot. No way!
Tommy started to get really, really worked up. His hips were in motion and he was squeezing my boobs harder. His kissing became frantic; I was just as worked up. Things were getting very, very hot in that truck. He opened my pants and slid his hand under my very wet panties and started rubbing my clit. I almost lost it then and there. Slowly, he worked a finger inside me, then a second finger. He slid my pants and panties down further so I could spread my legs a little wider to give him better access. In the mean time, he opened his pants and let me bare-hand his wet, hard cock. He had incredible balls. They were very hard and very full. And, unlike Dan, he was very hairy. Tommy was a real man in every sense of the word. Very manly and strong. I became so wet and open that to my utter shock Tommy was able to slide in a third finger easily. He started fucking my pussy with his fingers very forcefully. I could not control myself and started to grind and push so his fingers would go deeper. I even shocked myself as I heard myself groan. Our breathing was rapid and the truck’s windows started to fog up. We didn’t care. Tommy started to try and remove my jeans completely, but I said, “no – not here, please”. It was too cramped and I was not comfortable fucking him for the first time in a truck. Thankfully, he understood and continued fingering me, even more vigorously.
We both had to cum. I was almost there and so was he. I was so hot rubbing his cock I decided to do something I rarely do with Dan. I bent over and started licking and sucking his cock and balls. He smelled clean and tasted wonderful. I really got into it. I took him in my mouth deep and massaged his rock hard balls. He held my head with one hand as he fingered me with his other. He slid his cock in and out of my mouth. He was mouth fucking me! I was delirious with lust. I knew he was about to cum and I was determined to take his full load in my mouth and swallow – something I never did with Dan. Sure enough Tommy started to buck and wam…. globs of very thick semen shot deep into the back of my throat. I had to swallow at least three times. Not a drop was lost. It tasted fine and didn’t smell (like Dan’s of course). Well, Tommy was not entirely finished cumming when I felt an orgasm starting deep inside me. Boy oh boy, was I in for it. I came and came and came. I rocked and bucked and groaned like never before. The spasms started and continued as he thrust his fingers (all three!) deep inside my open pussy. I almost fell onto the floor of the cab. Tommy held me up and never lost a stroke inside me. After I was done, I was a bit surprised at my condition. Surveying the situation, here I was with my jeans below my knees, my shirt and bra pulled up around my neck, my legs and belly totally soaked by my pussy juice and a very thick, throbbing and wet cock inches from my face. Wow, would Dan love to see this I thought. Without too much embarrassment I managed to dress and watched in fascination as Tommy placed his still hard cock back into his pants. We both laughed and started to kiss again. My God, I never experienced such hot, steamy sex like that in years – maybe never at all. Tommy walked me to my car and we stood and kissed some more. I could have turned around and went right back in that truck of his, but I knew I had to get home. Plus, the second time around I was not so sure I would be able to keep Tommy from fucking my brains out. We parted and I drove home in a very satisfying trance. I held my hand to my nose several times just to remember his wonderful sex scent.
I walked in the house and there was Dan waiting. “Well”? He said. “Honey, do I have a story for you. Let’s go upstairs”, I said to him winking and swirling my tongue over my lips. It took us all of thirty seconds to remove our clothing and plop naked into bed. I didn’t even go into the bathroom to freshen up. Dan immediately started feeling me up and examining my body. He asked if we fucked. I told him no, but I do intend to very soon. He noticed how sticky and sweaty I was. He went wild, especially when he saw how swollen my pussy was from Tommy’s intense fingering. I replayed the story to Dan in detail. The only fly in the ointment was that Dan was a bit shocked when I described how I swallowed Tommy’s full load. The shock didn’t last too long though because Dan ended up kissing me deeply, licking my face and sucking my tongue. He went crazy eating my pussy and getting me all wet and open again. I was still very horny thinking about Tommy as Dan slid his skinny cock into me. We fucked for only a few minutes as I played with my clit and we both experienced the most powerful orgasms either of us has had in years. We lay there panting and soaked. Both well satisfied. I was even surprised to see Dan with a semi-hard-on for several minutes after we fucked.
We agreed that Tommy and I could continue to see each other as long as Dan was in the loop. I cannot wait till my next date with Tommy and Dan cannot wait to fuck me right after Tommy has me. The best is yet to cum!
Peace and love,
Sammy

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PART 1 – Linda’s Reveal
Linda and I have what you’d describe as a darn good marriage. While we married young, we were happy, and still are. And the sex is great. Well, most of the time. Early on in the relationship was really good, and constant. Over time it petered down a little bit until we started to figure out a few “new” tricks (mostly things we tried early on that we didn’t get the hang of the first time), and things improved again for a while. We’ve repeated that pattern a few times, and it works well.
A few years ago, though, while in the heat of an upswing, we started talking about what we’d do if one of us cheated on the other. She surprised me by telling me that she really never thought she could leave me even if I did, because it just didn’t seem worth it to end the relationship over that. After careful thought I realized that I simply didn’t have the balls to leave her if she did. Our relationship was too good, and I knew that even if it hurt me, I couldn’t end everything over something that is, at the end of the day, not THAT big a deal. Plus where would I go? I committed my life to this woman, and the upheaval would be too big.
Over time that discussion led us to realize that maybe instead of just agreeing we’d never leave each other if one of us cheated, we should just expressly allow it if there was no major penalty anyway. But we put a sort of don’t ask, don’t tell policy in place, so if it happens, we still try to hide it, but if one of us suspects, we don’t make a federal case out of it. Life just goes on, and the topic gets avoided.
Now on my end, I didn’t really think there was much to it beyond a loose agreement. While Linda swears I’m attractive, I don’t see it, and I don’t have much skill with the ladies. I get along well with them and can make them laugh, but I’ve never been any good at turning a fun conversation into sex. So the odds of me ever hooking up with a girl other than the one who married me and was obligated to fuck me (my self-esteem talking) were pretty slim. But having the rule there was fun because it allowed me to look at other girls a different way, with that sense of “hey, I could actually do that.”
But on Linda’s end, it was different. Linda’s gorgeous, and she gets the attention of other men very easily. She gets looks, she gets flirts, and guys fall for her. I have no idea how I landed her when what seem like better-qualified men are after her, but I did. And this never bothered me because she’s always been faithful. But with this new rule out there, I wondered. If either of us could use it easily, it was definitely her. Heck, I bet most of the guys at her job (well, when she’s forced to work from the office) would jump her in a heartbeat if she just gestured to them with her finger the right way (the rest are gay, btw).
It’s exactly that realization that got me to obsess over the topic a little bit more and start bringing it into my porn searches. I read stories about girlfriends and wives cheating on their men, I found photos and videos that claimed to be hidden camera footage of her caught in the act, and even those silly staged videos with her guy supposedly sitting on the couch while she fucks some other stud. And all this stuff was starting to turn me on. I especially noticed a pattern with much of it, of the stud cumming inside the cheating girl. What happened from there was all over the place, but it was common, and seemed to fit the big picture of either humiliating her man, or at least confirming that someone else had conquered her. This led me to find a new appreciation for creampie photos and videos, which quickly took over as my most commonly sought-after imagery for jacking off. All told, this new track, despite filling me with some odd degree of almost horror at how some of these men were treated, was also get
ing me off as much as three times a day.
Linda and I are pretty cool with each other on porn. She enjoys it too on occasion, and has no problem with me looking at it. I can leave it open on my computer without fear of her freaking out. This stuff, though, I tended to keep hidden when possible, because it was just… weird. I didn’t know how I felt about it, even though it clearly got me off, and I didn’t know what she would think about it. Still, once or twice she’d find something on there, and make a comment about it. I’d laugh it off as something I’d stumbled upon, joke that it was kind of interesting but kind of weird at the same time, and change the subject. After a few times either I got better at hiding it, or she stopped mentioning it, and the subject was dropped between us, even though I kept looking, reading, watching, and thinking.
Anyway, most of that was over the last year or so, and the overall topic hasn’t been broached since. We made the agreement we did, but it’s not gone beyond that. I see cute girls all the time that I fantasize about hooking up with, but I don’t have the balls or skill to make it happen, and Linda doesn’t seem to be any different, fucking me at least as often as before, if not more (maybe we’ve been on an upswing), and over the past few weeks has been getting more adventurous, trying things she normally wouldn’t try, or taking more initiative on her own to do fun things, like blowing me the moment I walked in the door one day. Hell, she even suggested we finally try anal for the first time, which turned out to be much easier than I expected. It’s really been great.
And that leads us up to last week. I was running a little late on my way home from work, and I texted Linda to see if she wanted me to pick up anything from the store. She wrote back “no, just come right home,” with a wink emoticon. Hehehe, sounds like she’s in a good mood. So I rushed straight home.
When I arrived, the downstairs was empty and she yelled down for me to come upstairs to the bedroom. I was happy to comply and headed right up. I found her wearing nothing but a teddy, lying on our very-rumpled bed, with similarly-rumpled hair. Must have just gotten up from a nap. Ah, the perks of working from home.
“Strip for me,” she said with a sly grin on her face unlike any I’d ever seen before. Something was up, and from her attitude it seemed like it was going to be exciting, in a bad (good) way. I chuckled and quickly stripped down until I was naked, and my already-hardening cock was starting to poke out.
She gestured for me to come to her (what’d I say about that gesture?), and I walked to the bed. She had left room on the side of her, clearly meaning for me to lie beside her. As I did, she asked, “so how was your day, honey?” with a voice that dripped the same attitude her grin had betrayed.
“Nothing too special,” I replied. “Jack was kind an ass today, but I don’t think any of that’s important right now. How about yours?”
“Oh, it was interesting…” was her reply. “I had some fun while I was waiting for you to get home.”
I eyed the partially-opened dresser drawer where we keep the lube and the toys, realizing now why she was in the extra-horny mood she was in. Clearly she’d just been playing with herself, working herself up for my arrival, getting herself wet so I wouldn’t need the lube for an easy penetration. That’s my girl.
“I bet you did,” I said with a smirk. “And did you get yourself nice and wet?”
She giggled, loudly, as though trying to contain a full-scale laugh. “I don’t think wet’s the right word to describe how I am right now,” she said with an ear-to-ear grin that didn’t lose a drop of the slyness she clearly couldn’t wipe from her face if she had wanted to. “Want to feel?”
I grinned, and slid my hand down her body, moving a little slowly, and wandering slightly, to tease her. She writhed and let out quiet moans appropriately, as I worked my way past the hem of her nighty, and then slowly back up under it.
I could feel the heat of her nicely shaven pussy as I approached which was hotter than usual, obviously because she had just given it a bit of a pre-game workout. And then finally my finger reached paydirt. I think I barely grazed the nook where her outer labia meets her inner thigh and immediately felt moisture. I moved my finger toward her actual lips, and it was clear she was wetter the closer I got to the source. Except it felt different somehow; it felt slightly… thicker, or even maybe a touch slimier than her wetness normally feels. Not like lube, either, but something very different.
My reaction must have been obvious, because she started giggling again. “How does it feel?”
“You weren’t kidding,” I said as I pulled my finger away to examine it. Other than clearly being wet (or, again, slightly slimy?), I couldn’t identify anything by looking at my moistened finger. I did catch a faint odd, but vaguely familiar scent in the air, though, after moving my hand out from between her legs. Something subtle, with a slight tint of… was that a bleachy smell, maybe? Whatever it was, it seemed like a smell I should already know. “You’re sopping wet down there, but it feels different than usual. What’s the deal?”
“Didn’t I tell you wet wasn’t the right word for it?” she replied through more giggles. I was starting to think she might have had a drink or two before I got home from the way she was acting. “Maybe you want to take a look to see if you can figure it out.”
At this she started to rotate toward the edge of the bed to hang her legs over, like she usually does while I’m eating her out. I got up and got down on my knees in front of her. She seemed to be making extra effort to keep her legs closed as she moved herself into position, which I assumed was for extra dramatic effect. She then slowly parted her legs as she lifted the hem of her teddy, giving me the view she was clearly dying to reveal.
I’m honestly not sure what happened in my head at this point. Part of me was determined to have no clue what I was seeing, and part of me knew instantly. Whatever the case, the sight in front of me focused into reality pretty quickly.
Linda’s pussy wasn’t simply wet, it was glistening. I’ve seen her wet with her juices and wet with lube, and never did she glisten like this. And the glistening fluid that seemed to have coated the entire outside of her pussy, and some of her inner thighs, clearly had a source, as it got thicker the closer it got to her slightly askew slit. And the thicker it got, the hazier it got, until right along her slit it had a very clear white milkiness to its color. After the half-second it took my brain to register the clues and reconcile the no-way versus duh argument, I knew what I was looking at. My wife’s pussy was covered with, and clearly filled with, cum. And considering I just got home, it obviously wasn’t mine.
The look on my face as I realized prompted the biggest shit-eating grin I’ve ever seen on my wife. “How do you like it, honey? Does it compare to the ones you’ve been jacking off to on the Internet every day?” she said with a strange mix of that same cocky, sly attitude she’d had all evening, and genuine interest with a hint of looking for approval. No sense of sarcasm or annoyance from her, nothing to suggest that she was upset by my mostly-hidden online obsession. She seemed to actually care what I thought of the impromptu live presentation of my favorite type of porn.
This threw me completely off, and muddled my emotions. I was affronted with too much at once and couldn’t process it all. I had a creampie sitting less than a foot and a half from my face, and it happened to be my wife’s. She had clearly just cheated on me, which was still a huge and painful concept despite our distant agreement that it was okay. Images of another man’s dick INSIDE MY WIFE crashed in my head, alongside pictures of her cumming while she rode his faceless body and called out his unknown name. And she knew about my secret obsession with the whole package and seemed to be implying that it may have been the reason she did this.
At this point I remembered she had asked me a question, but all I could do was stammer out an almost incoherent, “How— who…?” before falling silent as I stared at her creamy cunt. As I looked, more details stood out. I saw a couple of stray pubic hairs stuck to her skin by the sticky spunk that coated it. Linda shaves, and I trim mine shorter than that, which meant they could only belong to whoever just created that mess. Her lips, which normally form a flawless closed mound with an adorably clean slit were slightly parted in places, and met up in skewed ways, similar to the way they looked after I had thoroughly fucked her. And since her legs were no longer tightly clamped together, I could see there was a very slight trickle effect occurring toward the base of her slit, as this stranger’s semen seeped out of her loosened cunt. And I also realized that it’s quite possible that, in my entire life, my dick had never been harder than it was at this moment.
“Well, clearly you’re speechless, so I guess it’s up to me to figure out what you want to know,” she commented with an air of confidence and control, with not the slightest hint of guilt or regret. Clearly she was enjoying this. “You want to know how this hot, thick load of jizz ended up inside the pussy you were pretty sure was exclusively yours?” I nodded. “And you want to know who put it there?” I paused slightly on this one before nodding, as the idea of putting a potential face to the source of what was simultaneous filling me with an achy numbness and turning me on more than anything else was overwhelming. But I did nod. “Good, but in exchange for telling you want you want to know, I’ll need you to do me a little favor, first. Can you help me with something?”
This took me aback. My wife just revealed she cheated on me, in one of the most shocking ways I could imagine, and she was asking me to do her a favor in exchange for telling me what happened? And yet she had me, quite nearly literally, by the balls at this moment. I had to know to know everything for the sake of both heads. I once again nodded with trepidation.
“Good boy, I knew you’d agree. See, even though I really do enjoy the feeling of a big load of cum in my pussy, and talk about big, it felt like he was filling me more than I could—“ She interrupted herself as she looked at me. “Oops, those are details to save until after you’ve helped me, although you would have figured that one out soon enough. Anyway, as good as his cum feels inside me, a tiny bit of it’s seeped out already, and the breeze against it’s creating a bit of a chill, and it’s getting kind of sticky. Would you mind cleaning it up for me?” The grin on her face had begun to spread again as she said this.
In my stupor, I started to get up. “I’ll get a washcloth or something.”
“Uh, uh, uh…” she said in a surprisingly commanding tone that stopped me in my tracks. “Washcloths are too rough for my delicate pussy. You know how sensitive it is after I’ve cum a few—“ again, she interrupted herself in semi-mock realization. “I’ve got to stop giving away details, don’t I? Anyway, my cunt’s too sensitive for a rough washcloth. I was thinking of something softer, more delicate, more precise, and more… in-your-face.”
Her hint hit me like a ton of bricks. I knew what some wives made their cuckold husbands do after they’d been filled (although some husbands did it willingly, if not happily). There was no way in hell I was about to eat another man’s cum, especially after he’d just violated my wife. The idea was disgusting. I mean, my wife has swallowed my cum a few times (she mostly preferred I cum on her, spitting if I did get it in her mouth, and usually complaining afterwards on the special occasions when she swallowed), but she’s supposed to do that, it was my cum, and I was her husband. This was a complete stranger’s cum that had been pumped into her without my knowledge or permission. And I’m a straight guy; I don’t eat cum.
She saw the recognition on my face, although clearly couldn’t read all my thoughts, and smiled, this time a bit more conciliatorily. “Yes, that’s right. Come here, dear, and clean my well-fucked cunt with your tongue. Just worry about getting the outside nice and clean for now.”
Obviously there was no way I was going to do this. There was no way my face was going between her sexy legs, pressing up against her gorgeous, flawless, shaved pussy which I normally beg her to let me eat. Not when it was covered and filled with another man’s slimy jizz. Heck, I couldn’t eat her after MY cum was inside her, although to be honest that was probably more because I tend to lose all sexual interest the moment I get off.
And yet, as I was thinking of all that, I found myself getting back on my knees while spreading hers apart, and looking more closely at the very thing I was sure I didn’t want to be near at that moment. It fascinated me to see it, for real, in front of my eyes. No photo or video I had ever seen on the Internet compared to the real thing, a foot away from my face.
“Attaboy,” she said with a chuckle as she grabbed the back of my head and suddenly shoved me, nose first, into her creamed cunt, giving me no time to react or fight back.
It was the scents that hit me first, probably since my nose practically penetrated her slickened opening immediately. I almost instantly separated out the various familiar odors. Pussy, sweat, sex (how had I missed that before?), and that bleachy smell which I now realized I should have recognized from the pile of used tissues in the trashcan next to my computer. And then, of course, there was the physical moisture against my face. The same sliminess I had felt on my fingers before.
I must have spent more time than I realized simply analyzing what I was feeling and smelling, because Linda loosened her grip and said, “Hurry up, it’s not going to clean itself, and I don’t want to forget any details.”
The reminder that my knowledge of what happened rested exclusively on completing this task forced me to access my stubborn streak and commit myself. I pulled away slightly, and tentatively stuck out my tongue. I started on the side, where there was the least of it. Honestly, I didn’t notice much. I felt the slight slimy texture of it, but couldn’t detect much of a taste. This made me feel slightly better, although also made me wonder why women complain about swallowing this stuff. I ended up licking up everything around her pussy relatively quickly. I heard a few moans from above, so clearly she was enjoying it, although I hadn’t gotten to any of the good parts yet.
Then I moved to her labia. It was slightly thicker here, and slightly hazier. This is where the taste started to kick in a little. I finally understood all the salty comments, although it still really wasn’t bad. I was still getting more texture than taste at this point, and although I personally prefer not to eat slimy things, I can’t say it was horrible. I’m sure with enough exposure it no longer bothers a person. Must be how the porn stars and working girls can look so happy about it.
Finally I decided to bite the bullet and move in on the slit. This was where it was clearly most concentrated, and where I had seen the trickle earlier. As I looked now, I could see the trickle had actually reached her puckered little anus at this point and kind of pooled there. I decided to start there, since I don’t mind rimming, and if I worked from the top down it would just give it time for more to seep out.
As my tongue touched her lovely asshole, she squirmed and giggled at the sensation. Meanwhile I got the most highly-concentrated dose of the stuff yet on my tongue. Much saltier, more pungent, and not entirely pleasant. But not unbearable, either. There was just enough there, though, that I actually had to actively swallow what I licked up instead of just absorbing it in my mouth. Weird feeling, but I managed, without even a gag instinct. This is really what all the fuss was about?
I worked my way up her slit, collecting a larger amount on my tongue as I went. The taste was definitely more intense overall, and all the descriptions I’d heard started to make sense. And yes, even though I’d say it wasn’t a flavor I’d order in a drink form, it also wasn’t something I could see a girl throwing up from, or needing to spit out like so many do. I swallowed what I had on my tongue without trouble.
At this point I finally had to part her lips with my tongue as the outside was pretty much done. I glanced up at Linda to make sure she realized this, since this is when she was supposed to start her end of the bargain. But her eyes were closed, and she was moaning from my efforts, and I realized she was in just the right frame of mind that I could get her off. Why I cared about that right now when I was in the middle of eating the results of her cheating on me, I don’t know, but it’s what I thought about.
I slid my tongue into her slit and up to her clit. I collected a lot more cum than I expected, which I swallowed easily, and reached her clit and started working it. She started moaning more obviously, and moving her hips in time with me. I’d occasionally lick back down her slit as she likes it, surprised to find a little more cum collected since the last time I did that, and then back to her clit. By this point I was pretty sure I had gotten all of it, as I had easily swallowed at least as much as I cum at any one time, and without any major complaint. I was kind of proud of myself, in a warped way. I’d basically one-upped my wife by this point, swallowing more than she does, even if it wasn’t by choice.
I could feel her body starting to tense up as her moans increased and I knew she was close. Without even thinking about it, I went for her usual trigger point, and shoved my tongue inside of her. Simultaneously her eyes sprang open, her moan turned to an orgasmic scream, her cunt squeezed around my tongue, her thighs locked around my head, and I suddenly realized my serious error. Didn’t she say only a tiny bit had seeped out already?
That’s when I felt the large glob of cum squeeze out around my tongue and into my mouth. This was easily half one of my loads by itself. As she squeezed and contracted, more globs of cum entered my mouth, and I was forced to begin swallowing as it did. This was without question the hardest to swallow, and I started to take back my confusion earlier as to what there was to complain about so much. I still got it all down, but it was much, much thicker than anything I’d eaten so far, and much stronger in flavor. Luckily it was mixed with my wife’s taste, which I love, or I might not have managed.
Her orgasm subsided, her legs unlocked from around me, and I was free to pull back. A tiny bit more trickled out, which I lapped up almost by instinct at this point, and then she was spent.
“Fuck, that felt good,” she said. “I didn’t know I had another one in me after—well, I guess I’d better start telling you, shouldn’t I? Lie down on the bed next to me and pump your cock while I fill you in.”
To be continued…

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A typical married couple were lying in bed one night. The wife had curled up ready to go to sleep and the husband put his bed lamp on to read a book. As he was reading, he paused and reached over to his wife and started fondling her pussy. He did this only for a very short while. Then he would stop, and resume reading his book.
The wife gradually became aroused with this. Thinking that her husband was seeking some response as encouragement, before going any further, she got up and started stripping in front of him.
The husband confused, asked, “What are you doing taking all your clothes off?”
The wife replied, “You were playing with my pussy, I thought it was foreplay to stimulate making love with you tonight.”
The husband said, “No, not at all.”
Then the wife asked, “Well what the hell were you doing then?”
The husband replied, “I was wetting my fingers so I could turn the pages in the book.”

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