Suki was still late the following morning. JackAss left me alone, knowing our relationship might be different now he’d seen me nude. A painting wasn’t quite the same thing, no matter what I’d thought about it. I finally went up to him and thanked him for not staring at me.
“It was difficult, believe me,” he replied, smiling kindly. “Nothing I’ve done in the Rangers was as hard as not looking at you.”
“You flatterer. I’ll bet you say that to everyone.”
“Do I get any brownie points?”
“Only if you don’t try trading them in for something more substantial.”
“Never.”
“Then you get one hundred brownie points.”
“Is that the most brownie points you give out?” JackAss asked.
“There might be a way to acquire more,” I teased.
“What would I have to do?”
“I can’t tell you. You might try to earn them.” Actually, I had no idea how he could acquire more points than a hundred. I’d have to think on it.
“Ma’am, if you don’t mind my saying so, your husband is a bit of a chooch.”
“Aren’t most men at one time or another?” I pointed out. “Why do you think so?”
“When I was talking to him yesterday, he kept asking me why I didn’t look at you and if I thought you were lovely.”
“He told me. I appreciated your answer.”
“What did he say I said in response?”
“That I was the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.”
“I might think that, but I’d never say it,” JackAss said. “I told him it would completely inappropriate to comment on one of my boss’s guests, particularly to her husband. He asked me if we fucked. I looked him in they eye and told him he was a stupid prick for asking and as far as I knew, you were the perfect lady in all respects.”
“He almost accused me of it last night. Said he thought it, because you wouldn’t look at me while I was posing. Like you’d already seen me naked and wouldn’t stare at me now because you were embarrassed. I wonder if he isn’t a little insecure about me posing nude.”
“You’d stop if he asked, wouldn’t you?”
“In a heartbeat.”
“Like I said; a bit of a chooch.”
“Well, thanks for sticking up for me.”
“My pleasure.”
He took his place at the guard house and Suki arrived a few minutes later.
“I’m sorry I’m running late,” Suki said. “Later than usual anyway. One more painting and I can start sleeping late again.”
I laughed. “No worries. It’s the last day.”
“I’d like to get started on the new painting tomorrow. I can finish this one up in the evenings and weekends. I don’t want to still be working on this when it starts getting chilly. You’ll freeze. I’d like to capture you wet and glistening, like you’re coming out of the water.”
“Whatever you wish.”
“We’ll take photos tomorrow and get the perfect pose, then I suppose I’ll need to use oil and glycerin instead of water. It will make you look wet longer. The water will dry too quickly.”
“I’m game for whatever you need.”
We spent the rest of the day finishing up what she needed on her picture. When we were done, she asked if I wanted to go somewhere to celebrate finishing up this painting.
“We could meet Erin, maybe a couple of the other girls, have some food, a few drinks.”
“Thank you for the offer. I’ll decline for now. You’re going to throw another shindig after you get paid for this one?”
“Of course.”
“I’ll attend that one. I should get home today.”
“Okay. I offered.”
“Yes you did, and I thank you.”
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The next task Oliver scheduled for me took place at a private party at the lesbian club in Atlanta, My Sisters Room. I was to be part of the entertainment for the party. I was reluctant to participate because three of my friends were gay or bi and I had already informed Oliver I wouldn’t have sex with any of my friends. I didn’t want anyone who knew me or Tan to know he was a cuckold. He told me he’d checked the guest list and none of my friends was on it, plus I’d be masked again. I reluctantly agreed to participate. Since it was a private party for women only, Oliver couldn’t take me. The other two members of the show, Katrina and Adelaide, took charge of me, bringing me to the club and bringing me in through the back door.
Once inside, we were given a dressing room and I was told to strip off all my clothes. I was given a mask which I could see through, which usually meant no one would know or care if I saw them. I was given a leather collar, and leather cuffs for my wrists and ankles, all white, studded with fake diamonds.
“What will I be doing here?” I asked waiting for Adelaide and Katrina to put on their costumes.
“You will address me as Mistress. It’s a lesbian party. Expect to lick a lot of muff,” Katrina said. “We’re also the party’s opening act. You and Adelaide will 69 while I fuck your ass and cunt with a strap-on. After which, I will lead you around on a leash offering your services to any woman who wants her cunt licked. Let’s call it kind of a reverse glory hole for women. The rest of the time, you’ll be a decoration on the stage.” Katrina lied, but she didn’t know she lied. I wasn’t a decoration at all, but we’ll get to that shortly.
I nodded. It was typical of Oliver to arrange something which would debase me in front of as many people as possible.
“What’s the purpose? Magic, return a favor, create an obligation?” I asked, wondering if they knew.
“The purpose is for you to lick as much pussy as people want,” Adelaide said, “starting with mine. It’s a charity benefit. Beyond that, I don’t know if it has a purpose.”
“I’ve only licked three before in my life. I don’t know how good I’ll be.”
Katrina laughed. “You’ll be a lot better after today. Everyone will want to orgasm, so you’ll get good fast or spend a lot of time on your knees.”
“Follow my lead,” Adelaide said. “I’ve licked lots of cunt. I’ll make you cum quick, though Katrina will keep fucking you until you make me cum twice. The quicker I cum, the sooner she stops shagging your shitter.”
Katrina wore a dominatrix outfit; tall, black leather boots; a leather corset baring her DD sized boobs and hairless pussy, long; black lace gloves, and a black, Lone Ranger style, mask. She also carried a nine stranded, black leather whip and had a thick, seven inch strap-on pointing out from her crotch. Adelaide was dressed like me, nothing more than red leather collar and cuffs, no mask. I guessed we were the slaves in this scenario. When she was ready, she hooked leashes to our collars and led us out into the party. She led us to a stage in front of over 100 women.
Many were dressed in conservative suits or dresses, some were dressed down, while others were barely dressed at all. The most outrageous outfits exposed at the least, one breast, though many were topless or sheer, showing almost everything. For now, we were the only naked ones there. All age groups from 18 to 80 were represented, and every race I was familiar with, black, white, yellow and red in every shade from snow to coal. I was standing to Katrina’s left, Adelaide to the right.
A Mistress of Ceremony was on the stage pumping up the crowd.
Speaking into a microphone, she announced, “Ladies and bitches. Please welcome to the stage, Mistress Katrina and her delectable subs, Bambi and Abigail.” Since we were actually Brooke and Adelaide, I guessed I was Bambi, and Adelaide was Abigail. “We have a special treat for you tonight. Bambi is a newbie to the lesbian experience. When she performs for you tonight, she will be licking only her 4th cunt. Since we’re raising money for charity today, you may place your bid to be the 5th to enjoy her inexperienced tongue. Write down your bid and name on the paper on the table in front of you. Someone will collect your bids and the winner will join Bambi on stage where she will be happy to pleasure you to an orgasm.”
A voice shouted out, “She should pay me to show her how to properly lick cunt.”
The room exploded in laughter….. ……
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“You’re right,” the MC said. “She won’t be the best cunt licker you’ve ever had, but she may be the freshest, and look at this body.” The MC stepped over to me and grabbed my breast. “These boobs are special. Firm yet soft and spongy. Her nipples are plump nubs of hard flesh begging to be licked.” She pinched it slightly. She pushed a finger into my cunt, pulled it out damp, and licked her fingers clean. “This cunt is so smooth and so tasty, I may have to put a bid in myself.” Everyone laughed at her remarks. “Best of all, if you win the bid, you’ll be training the next generation of muff diver. If you want her trained right, you’ll put your money down and teach her properly.” She turned me around and showed them all my ass. “Can anyone of you deny the perfection of this beautiful ass. Write your bids down.” She turned me around again. “This is a silent auction, ladies. High bid wins these beautiful lips,” she squeezed my cheeks, causing my lips to purse, “licking your cunt. On the plus side, her lack of skill will undoubtedly keep these perfect beauties plastered to your pussy much longer. Write down your bids now.”
20 or 30 women started writing down their bids.
“Start the show. I want to know if she’s worth my money,” somebody shouted.
The MC said. “Take it away, Katrina,” and stepped off the stage, leaving the microphone lying on the stage.
Katrina directed Adelaide to lie down on the stage, encouraged by the snap of her whip. “Yes, Mistress,” she said, lying down and spreading her legs. Katrina swatted my ass and told me to get on top of her. I started to get down over her. Katrina snapped the whip on my buttocks again. “Acknowledge my command, Bambi.”
“Yes, Mistress. As you wish, Mistress,” I said, trying to avoid another stinging of the lashes on my behind. The whip’s sting didn’t linger, but made you sit up and take notice when you were struck.
I positioned myself over Adelaide, and immediately felt her tongue invade my slit. She was good; very, very good. Tan was not bad at cunnilingus, but Adelaide was a pro in comparison. I moaned. My moan resonated through the building and I noticed the microphone was nearby and still on. The women were laughing as I announced my pleasure to everyone.
Katrina wasn’t fond of my tardiness in addressing Adelaide’s cunt and made her displeasure felt with another swat on my cheeks. “Lick,” she ordered. “Yes, Mistress,” my voice echoing, and I lowered my mouth to her open sex and started licking. You could hear the sounds of my licking all over. I closed my eyes in shame. I’d been at it for less than 3 minutes when Adelaide made me cum, whimpering, making me grind my cunt against her mouth and to forget to lick in kind. Another swat of the whip corrected my behavior. I tried to do to Adelaide everything she was doing to me and I was rewarded when Adelaide moaned for me.
“Part her cheeks,” I heard Katrina say and Adelaide pulled my globes apart, exposing my puckered star. Katrina dripped some lube on my nether hole and smeared it around, inserting her finger in my ass to loosen me up. Every sound, every whisper, every moan I made, while being readied, carrying throughout the room. When she deemed me ready, she put the tip of her strap-on against my sphinctered gateway and pushed into my bottom. I stopped licking momentarily to moan as she slithered up my rectum and was rewarded with another slap on my ass. “Keep licking,” she ordered. “Make her cum.”
3 minutes after Katrina penetrated my ass, the thick schlong and Adelaide’s tongue had me climaxing again. I screamed, “Fuck my ass. Lick my cunt. I’m cumming. Don’t stop.” It reverberated, it was so loud. I earned another swat on the ass for neglecting Adelaides cunt. Katrina continued plowing my ass and Adelaide kept up her marvelous tongue work and I orgasmed more. I managed to keep my mouth on Adelaide, merely moaning as I shivered through my release, grinding my cunt on her talented tongue.
Finally, I was able to make Adelaide cum, and Katrina pulled out of my rectum. “Keep licking,” she ordered, and both of us continued to pleasure the other. I had my fourth orgasm before I felt a longer, thicker dildo push into my sodden cunt. Adelaide adjusted her licking so as not to interfere with the fucking I started to receive. It felt so good, plowed by the spongy shaft in my sheathe while Adelaide tongue whipped my stiff clit. I climaxed twice more, screaming each time I released, begging to be used, earning my ass swift spankings each time I forgot to pleasure Adelaide. Finally, I was able to make her cum a second time and Katrina pulled out of my cunt and allowed us to get up. My legs were wobbly after my orgasms. I stood there with my cum running down my leg, my head lowered in shame at the way I’d pleaded to be fucked, all caught by the microphone and amplified for everyone to hear. My face was glazed with Adelaide’s cum from nose to chin.
The MC got back up on stage. “That was quite the performance, wasn’t it ladies. I doubt there’s a dry cunt in the place,” garnering a loud bout of laughter. “Has everyone submitted their bids yet.”
I saw a couple more people quickly writing down a bid and waving their papers in the air for them to be collected. A couple of the waitresses collected everyone’s bid and brought them to the side where they were going through them, picking out the highest bidder.
Finally, the winning bid was brought up to the MC. “Your attention, please. The winning bid is for $500. Will Ms. Jean Fucker come up to the stage.” I’d heard the name before, in the society pages, but she wasn’t giving away anything by being here. She was an avowed lesbian.
An elderly woman, between 50 and 60 walked confidently up to the stage, not at all ashamed I was going to make her cum in front of everyone. She was dressed in a beautiful blue suit and dress combo, reeking of designer labels. A chair was brought up and she sat down, waiting, calm and relaxed, for me to start.
Katrina whispered in my ear while pinching my nipple. “She paid a lot of money for your services, you whore, so you better treat her right. Address her as Mistress. If I feel you’re slacking, I will whip your ass red, do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” I whimpered. She released my nipple and fastened my hands behind my back so I didn’t have use of them. Katrina helped me kneel down in front of the chair. My ass was pointed at the audience of women behind me. Katrina stroked my ass and pussy, playing with them for the audience.
Jean put her hand in my hair, stroking it. “I’d like you to pull down my panties with your teeth,” she said.
“Yes, Mistress.”
Jean parted her legs slightly and I had to go under her dress and grasp the band of her lacy blue panties in my teeth and tug, moving from side to side, struggling to get them down. She let me work at them awhile before she lifted her hips slightly to allow me to get them down to her knees. With them at her knees, keeping her legs together, I couldn’t get my head far enough up her dress to lick her cunt, so I tugged them lower with my teeth until they fell to her ankles. With her panties all the way down, I could move my head up between her legs to her trimmed cunt. I started licking and her legs went wider.
Her hands continued stroking my head, encouraging my devotion to her pussy.
“Mmm,” she moaned. “You’re better at this than I expected. Are you sure I’m only the fifth cunt you’ve licked?”
I nodded, not want to incur Katrina’s wrath and earn a whipping to my bare ass. I lapped more firmly, shoving my tongue up her hole to swirl around her sheath before moving up to play with her hard clit. She was easiest the oldest woman who’s cunt I’d licked to the best of my knowledge, but perhaps the tastiest as well, though she was more pungent than others. I kept moving from her clit, down her slit, tonguing the hole, and back up her slit. I was unable to use my hands in any way to help me make her cum, only my mouth and tongue, so I did all I could with those to pleasure her.
“You’re going to make me cum, dear,” she murmured, hands caressing my head. “You’re doing marvelously. I need to warn you, I’m a squirter.”
A squirter? I’d heard the term before, but had no idea what it meant. The meaning became immediately clear when she moaned and flooded me with clear fluid, squirting out like pee all over my face and tongue. Any desire I had to immediately back away from her negated by her hands twined in my hair and clutching my face to her cunt. At first, I thought it was pee, that she was peeing all over my face, but it didn’t smell or taste anything like I expected urine to be like. It tasted like her; like her cunt had tasted while I licked her. I was awash with the stuff, all over my face and my upper chest, dripping off my nipples.
The MC announced, “We have a squirter, ladies. Ms. Fucker, you sly devil. You drenched poor Bambi. Stand up Bambi, and show our audience how wet you are.”
Katrina helped me to my feet and I stood there with Jean’s pussy liquid all over me. All the ladies stood and cheered. I stood, emotionally numb, not moving, not acknowledging anything. While I stood there, Katrina fastened the leash to my collar, then Adelaide’s. She handed her leash to the MC who led Adelaide around to the various tables. Occasionally, someone at the table would hand the MC some money and Adelaide would crawl under the table and service the payer, coming back out from under the table with a fresh coating of girl cum on her face.
Handing me a towel, Katrina told me to wipe myself so I wouldn’t get any cum on anyone’s clothes. I cleaned Jean’s cum off while Katrina told me I’d be doing the same thing as Adelaide. “I will lead you to a table. You will tell everyone you’re sorry for you lack of skill, but you’ll lick them to orgasm with a contribution of $50 dollars to the LGBT Foundation. If they pay, you’ll get under the table and satisfy the payer to orgasm.”
I didn’t respond immediately and the whip snapped against my backside. “Yes, Mistress,” I mumbled. We started closer to the stage and working our way to the back. At each table, I would apologize for my inexperience but offer them my services for a $50 donation. Most of the time, I looked down at the ground as I spoke, unable to look all of these women in the face despite the mask covering mine. When the money changed hands, I’d get under the table and using my fingers, mouth and tongue, bring the donator to an orgasm.
Not everyone paid for my services, perhaps not willing to cum in front of others, but there was usually at least one at a table who would pay for me to pleasure them. Most accepted their pleasure silently, others were nearly as loud as I was when they climaxed. I quickly got better and better, the more cunts I licked. Like anything else, practice improved performance. I was quickly wearing a mask of cum, having made at least twelve women orgasm on my tongue. My jaw, lips and tongue were becoming paralyzed from use. We were reaching the back of the room and getting close to when I’d have to leave in order to beat Tanner home.
At the last table in the back, I stood, head lowered, and offered my services. 50 dollars changed hands and I got on my hands and knees under the table and pleasured another woman, thick with pubic hair. Her hair trapped her scent and I could tell she’d been excited by the show. She was fairly loud when she climaxed.
“We need to leave shortly,” Katrina said. “Anyone else want to donate to the cause and receive a nice orgasm in return?”
“I’ll take one,” a voice said, somewhat familiar to me, and another pair of legs parted under the table and I moved between them. She was shaved smooth, and sleek, and smelled lightly of perfume and her sex. Well aroused, if the wetness my tongue encountered when I licked up her slit was any indication. She moaned as I performed my services on her, holding my head between her legs and up against her cunt. As hard as I worked on her, she was a long time in cumming and I wondered if she was trying to resist her pleasure, to stretch it out longer. Finally, I prevailed and she inundated my lips with a fresh spate of her girl cum.
“Anyone else?” Katrina asked. No response.
“You may get out from under the table, Bambi. We’re done here.”
I clambered out from under the table as the last voice said, “That’s not the name I know her by.”
I looked across the table and stared into the eyes of my friend, Maria. I gasped and ran from the room, embarrassed beyond belief one of my friends had witnessed my shame and degradation. I almost ran from the club, suddenly realizing I was still naked and going back to the dressing room, grabbing my clothes. I put them on as fast as I could, not pausing when Katrina came into the room, brandishing her whip.
She threatened me with it, saying, “We still have another half hour before we can leave.”
“Put that whip away before I shove it so far up your ass it will tickle your tonsils.”
Katrina carefully set the whip down, not willing to test my resolve. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “I can tell you’re upset about something.”
“I’m not supposed to do this in public where people know me. I’m not supposed to fuck people me or my husband know. I just licked the cunt of one of my best friends. Oliver told me no one I knew was going to be here. To be safe, I wear the mask to protect my identity. She knows who I am. I know her too well for her to be fooled by this stupid mask. You heard her. ‘That’s not the name I know her by.’ If my husband finds out. I’m going to kill Oliver by shooting his cock and balls off. You tell that asshole that.”
I finished dressing while Katrina called Oliver. She explained what happened and handed the phone to me after she finished with her report.
“Did you hear what I’m going to do to you if my husband, parents or other friends hear what happened today? I swear you’ll rue the fucking day you were born if this gets out.”
“I’m sorry, truly sorry,” Oliver said.
“Not nearly as sorry as you’re going to be,” I fumed.
“Which friend was it?”
“Maria Sexmaniac.”
Oliver was silent for a few moments. “Her name isn’t on the guest list,” he said. “I don’t know how she got in.”
“Does everyone who sign up have to give the name of a guest they’ve invited, or do they just indicate a plus one?”
Oliver was silent. “Plus one,” he mumbled. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Brenda. I didn’t think.”
“I’ll be right over to plug you between the eyes and you won’t have to worry about thinking anymore. Don’t worry. It will be a murder/suicide so I don’t have to take the shit flowing my way.”
“Can’t you talk to her? She won’t necessarily tell anyone, especially if her friend asks her not to.”
“You better pray you’re right, you bastard.”
“Talk to her now. Do it quickly before she thinks to say something to anyone else.”
I hung up, still so mad my head was steaming. Katrina didn’t say another word. Adelaide wandered in carrying the end of her own leash, wondering what happened. Katrina shook her head when she opened up her mouth to ask and Adelaide kept her question to herself.
I called up Maria.
“I can’t say I’m surprised to hear from you, Brenda.”
“Please, Maria. I need to ask a favor of you. Please don’t speak to anyone about what happened today until I get a chance to explain myself.”
“I’ll be interested in hearing the explanation,” Maria said. “When do you want to get together?”
“Are you doing anything this evening?” I asked.
“Not now. I’m too intrigued by the story of the ice queen taking on a room full of lesbians.”
“May I come to your place? I can’t discuss any of this in front of Tan.”
“I would think not,” Maria said. “What should I wear? Can I expect a repeat of your performance this afternoon?”
“Please, I’d prefer not.”
“Okay. When should I expect you?”
“Would seven be okay?”
“Fine by me.”
“Thank you, Maria. I’ll see you then.”
I breathed a sigh of relief when I hung up. Shit! What else could go wrong? Would Maria expect me to become her sometime lover in return for her silence. I couldn’t believe I’d licked her cunt. I washed off my face as best as I could, but I’d need to take a shower before going to Maria’s. I’d also need to talk to Tan and tell him I was meeting with one of my girlfriends. I was a nervous wreck when I walked through her door at seven that evening.
I lightly knocked on her door a few minutes before seven. Maria opened the door wearing a long leisure robe and invited me in. I’d only been there a few times before. Even though Maria’s family had money, she lived modestly. It was tasteful even if on the small side. I stepped past her and she closed the door behind me.
“Can I offer you a glass of wine?” Maria asked. “I’m sure you’ll get thirsty telling your tale.”
“Just water, please. I haven’t eaten anything since breakfast. I don’t want to get drunk.”
“Why haven’t you eaten?”
“Too nervous,” I admitted.
“Let me make something for you.”
“I’m not sure I can eat, until I know what you’re going to do,” I said. “Are you going to tell anyone what happened today? Tan can never find out.”
“I don’t know, Brenda. I’m stunned. You’re the last person I ever expected to be on her knees under a table licking my vagina. I’d like to know why you were doing it.”
“Maybe I will take a glass of wine,” I said.
“I’ll make us an antipasto platter,” Maria said. “Cheese, crackers, some meat, something light. You have some of that and I’ll pour you some wine. Why don’t you tell me what the hell you were doing there today, and how it happened.”
She gave me a glass of ice water and started cutting up cheese and Italian sausage, and pulling some olives and sliced meats from the refrigerator, setting them on a tray. I was silent for much of it, wondering what I was going to say and how I was going to say it. Maria hadn’t been previously been eliminated as the betrayer helping Oliver, yet she seemed genuinely surprised at why I was at My Sister’s Room, participating.
I took a deep breath, and said, “I’m being blackmailed.”
She raised her eyebrows in surprise, pausing her slicing as she stared at me. I started at the beginning, the bachelorette party and Jeremy’s cock. I told her about how my blackmailer used that to get me to suck his cock at my wedding, and pretty much everything which had happened since as a result of that, nuts and bolts.
“So you weren’t at the benefit today of your own free will?” Maria said.
I lowered my head and started crying. “No,” I said, sobbing.
She handed me a cracker with cheese and meat on it. “Eat this, please. You need to eat something.”
I took it from her and started nibbling.
“I take it from your answer and the tears, you’re not a closet lesbian or bisexual and had no desire to be licking girl pussy today?”
“No,” I admitted. “I’m still pretty much a confirmed heterosexual. Oliver likes to put me in situations which debase me and make me more ashamed of myself, usually in front of as many people as possible.”
Maria stroked my cheek. “I’m so sorry, Brooke. I didn’t know. I thought you were there willingly when I plunked down my fifty dollars. I would never have done so if I knew you were being forced.”
“Nobody knows,” I admitted, still teary. “I told him I wouldn’t fuck any of mine or Tanner’s friends. It’s bad enough I’m betraying him without our friends knowing it and snickering behind his back. You’re the first, and it was an accident according to Oliver. Your name wasn’t on the guest list. You were someone’s plus one.”
“Why didn’t you say anything to anyone?” Maria asked. “We might have been able to help.”
I looked at her for a few moments. “Someone had to take the original picture of Jeremy’s cock going into my mouth. It was taken from inside Tiffany’s apartment.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, the implications slowly dawning on her. “You thought it was one of us who took the picture?”
I nodded.
“Tiffany took everyone’s phone or camera,” Maria protested. “She collected them all.”
“Not all.” I explained what I’d learned about nanny cams and how all the first few pictures; including the one in the church’s practice room of me sucking Oliver’s cock at my wedding, had been taken with them, without my knowledge. I said everything since agreeing to be Oliver’s fuck toy, was filmed openly as I had little choice in the matter. “It’s why I’ve been more distant with all of you since my marriage. Not really knowing who to trust.”
“Oh, baby,” Maria said, hugging me. “I’m so sorry for what’s happened to you.” I started crying again, finally able to talk to one of my dearest friends about what had happened to me. Maria kept patting my back and cooing to me until I’d cried myself out.
“What are you going to do now?” Maria asked when the tears stopped again.
“Whatever Oliver wants me to do,” I admitted. “I’ve got less than five months left. It can’t get much worse. At least I hope it can’t. He never ceases to amaze me. Fucking me right in front of Tanner without him being the wiser was a stroke of evil genius.”
“And you’re still keeping all the pictures and movies he’s made? Why?” Maria asked. “Why not trash them?”
“To remind myself what’s floating around out there of me, so I don’t do something stupid which puts it all out in public, to my everlasting shame. Oliver has said if I don’t keep our agreement, they will all be posted on the internet and my public humiliation will last forever. My bare ass with butt plugs in it is already on public websites. The only thing protecting me is my face wasn’t visible. Imagine if it were.”
“Fuck, Brooke. How do you stand it?”
“I don’t know, Maria. I’ve come so close to killing myself or Oliver or both of us a half dozen times. I almost did it on my honeymoon. I would have if not for the questions raised about Tanner which might have potentially ruined him. I told Oliver today if you said anything to anyone, I’d be over to kill him and then myself.”
“You don’t have to worry about me,” she said. “I’ll never tell anyone you don’t want me to, but I think you need to tell someone. You can’t keep bearing all of this shit yourself. No one should have to stand alone when faced with something like this.”
“You know now. I’ve got you.”
“I’m glad you feel that way, but I’ve never been one of your closest friends. I was thinking it should be one of your parents, Tiffany, Taylor, Yvonne or Donna. You’ve always been closer to them because you’ve known them longest. Maybe not the details with your parents, but enough they can back you emotionally.”
“It is getting worse,” I admitted. “Tanner wants to have children and he’s pressuring me to go off the pill. I keep thinking of all the other people I’m fucking and what might happen if one of them is the father of my child. Sometimes Oliver won’t let me see who some of them are to protect their identity. I couldn’t even swear the child would be fully Caucasian. I don’t know for sure all the people I’m fucking. Some of them might be famous, athletes or politicians, TV personalities.”
“Holy Mary, Mother of God! Could it get any worse?”
I hugged her. “If you hadn’t agreed to keep my secret.”
“Do you really think Tiffany could have done this to you?”
“I don’t like to think so. It was at her house. It would have been easiest for her to accomplish it, but anyone might have done it. Apparently, it’s relatively easy with a nanny cam. They’re even wireless.”
“Think about telling someone else. I’ll go with you if you it might help. If you think you can trust someone, try to trust them. In the long run, you’ll need their support. Perhaps even psychiatric counseling.”
We were silent awhile. Finally, curiosity got the best of me and I asked, “You didn’t cum for a long time today. Am I that bad at licking girls?”
Maria laughed. “Actually, you’re better than expected. I wanted to make it last. I’m sorry.”
I laughed too. “It’s nice to know all of my practice isn’t a total waste. Thank you for your help, Maria. I really needed your support.”
I gave her a brief kiss. I tried not to put any passion into it, knowing I’d licked her cunt earlier, and she might have sexual feelings for me, but I was eternally grateful. After we kissed, I laid my head in her lap and we talked about other things as she slowly stroked my hair; any other things, until I was ready to go. She squeezed me briefly as I left.
“Good luck, Brooke, and God Bless,” Maria said. I nodded and left.
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I thought a great deal about what Maria said. Having finally been able to tell someone had been a great relief and I missed being able to confide in my friends. I called Maria.
“I’ve decided to approach Tiffany about my problems. Would you go with me when I tell her? I could use your support. Perhaps you might notice something in her behaviour I might miss.”
“Of course,” Maria said. “When do you want to do it?”
“Usually, I’m posing for Suki on weekdays, but on the days Oliver has me do something, I take the rest of the day off. I usually need to recover physically and emotionally after he uses me. He wants to see me on Tuesday morning. Would it be possible for you to take time off from work on Tuesday and go see her with me.”
“What time do you want to meet?”
“I’m not sure how long Oliver will use me. I’m to meet him at his house at 9:00 AM. He could be done with me anytime from 10 to 1 PM depending on what he has planned.”
“You make arrangements with Tiffany and I’ll be there at noon, no matter what time you get there.”
“Thank you, Maria. I appreciate it more than you’ll ever know.”
After hanging up with Maria, I called Tiffany at work.
“Hi, Brenda. What’s up?”
“I have something very important to speak with you about. Maybe the most important thing I’ve ever needed. Would it possible for you to take time off on Tuesday and meet with me at your house?”
“Are you having problems with your marriage, Brenda? Is Tan treating you all right? Do you need a place to stay?”
“Tan is treating me fine. I’m very happy with him. It’s something different. Please, Tiffany.”
“Let me check my schedule. Hold on a minute.”
She put me on hold and I waited for about 4 minutes before she picked up. “I had something, but nothing that couldn’t be moved. My secretary is taking care of moving it. I can meet with you on Tuesday. What time?”
“I’m not sure and the reason I’m not sure is the reason I need to talk to you. It could be anywhere from noon until later. Maria will be there at noon to wait for me with you.”
“Is it a problem with Maria?”
“Nothing like it, Tiffany. She learned about my issue by accident and she’s encouraged me to reach out to you. She’s there for moral support.”
“This is all very mysterious, Brenda,” Tiffany said.
“I know and I apologize. You’ll know why when I speak with you.”
“Does this have anything to do with why you’ve been more distant lately?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Thank you, Tiffany. I don’t know how to thank you.”
“I haven’t done anything yet. Why don’t you save your thanks for when I’ve actually done something.”
“Just listening to my story will be huge. Believe me.”
“I’ll see you Tuesday.” Tiffany disconnected the call.
On Tuesday morning, Oliver had another triple penetration planned. I couldn’t see the other participants, so assumed they were more famous people or men who couldn’t afford for me to know who they were anymore than I wanted them to know who I was. Oliver was not one of the three and I could hear him snapping photos as the other three used me over and over. Each of them wanted to fuck me in every one of my holes and with the recovery time they needed between fuckings, it took every bit of 3 hours before they were done. I was sore and covered in cum when they stopped. It didn’t stop Oliver from using me after they left. He fucked my cunt, coating his cock with the sperm of the other 3 before shoving his cum crusted cock down my throat to finish him.
He sent me away without allowing me to shower as he had someone else coming over. I wondered if it was another poor unfortunate soul like me, or like one of the 3 who’d just used me. I used the towels I’d taken to keeping in my car to wipe myself off as best I could before going to Tiffany’s, but I was still a cum covered mess when I knocked on her door. My mascara had run, my lipstick was smeared from their cocks and I was oozing cum from my cunt and ass, in addition to the cum in my hair from when one of them had given my a facial.
Tiffany opened the door and stared at my disarray.
“Fuck, Brenda. What happened to you?”
“I’ll tell you in a few minutes. I have to use your shower before I do anything else.”
“You know where it is.” She let me pass, practically holding her nose I reeked so bad of sex.
Maria saw me as I passed through the living room and actually broke out in tears seeing me, knowing what I’d just gone through. I didn’t cry yet. I needed to get my story out before I started blubbering again. I took a thorough shower, washing myself thoroughly. My clothes were filthy, so I asked Tiffany if I could borrow something of hers so I wouldn’t have to put mine on again, at least until I left. She gave me something. All of her things were a little short on me, but some where long enough to do in a pinch. When I was dressed, I joined them in the living room after getting some ice water for myself. I sat down beside Maria, facing Tiffany and started my story.
I finished and Tiffany said, “What the fuck!”
Maria asked, “Was today bad?”
“Worse than some days, better than others. I only had to satisfy 3 men in all of my holes. At least I wasn’t performing for anyone else except Oliver today. Knowing others are watching me fuck is always the worst. When Oliver and his friend fucked me across the street from Tan’s office was the worst one ever. Knowing Tan and everyone of his other co-workers I’d ever met were watching made it bad. I’m only glad they didn’t know who I was.”
“How did he pull that off?” Tiffany asked.
“Do you know what a merken is?”
“Fake pubic hair, isn’t it?” Maria said. “Actresses use them.”
“Yes, though I didn’t know what it was before wearing one. I was wearing one in addition to a mask covering most of my face. Tan knows I’m bare and have been since before the wedding. He knew it was someone who looked similar to me, but didn’t realize it was me because of the fake fur.”
“Jesus, Brenda!” She looked at Maria. “How did you find out?”
“Oliver had her performing at the LGBT benefit at My Sister’s Room. She licked my vagina before she knew it was me.”
Tiffany stared at her for a minute, then at me. “Is this true?”
“Unfortunately. At the time, Maria didn’t know I was being forced. I was doing crazy shit and she took the opportunity to partake of my performance. She thought it was something I was willingly doing. I don’t blame her. I’m sure Suki and Erin would have done the same with as little knowledge of what was happening. I suspect they all have a little sexual fondness for me.”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
Maria answered for me. “The picture which started everything was taken here at the bachelorette party, when Jeremy’s cock went into Brenda’s mouth.”
Tiffany’s eyes went wide. “Oh, shit. One of us had to take it!”
“Bingo.”
“And you thought we…me…one of us took the picture used to blackmail you?”
“It’s why I asked if you had a video surveillance system,” I said. “The picture was taken inside the room.”
“And you collected all the phones and cameras before the party,” Maria said. “Theoretically, no one should have had something to take pictures with, but a picture existed regardless.”
“Fuck, Brenda. You think I took the picture, don’t you? It’s why you wanted to talk to me.”
“If I did, Tiffany, I wouldn’t be talking to you. The first few pictures were taken surreptitiously by something called a nanny cam. The metadata Oliver left on the pictures showed it was from these tiny spy cameras. Anyone could have taken the picture. At one time, I didn’t know who I could trust, but Maria convinced me I had to trust someone and I can’t believe you would ever do anything to harm me. It can’t be you. I know that now.”
Tiffany started crying and I started crying and we hung onto each other and started sobbing our hearts out. Maria started crying again on the couch. It took about 15 minutes before we collected ourselves and could start to talk to each other.
“I’m ashamed it even happened at my party, Brenda,” Tiffany said, sniffling.
“I know you are, because that’s the kind of friend you are.”
“No wonder you didn’t want anything to do with us after the wedding.”
“Just trying to get my feet under me and figure things out. I’m sorry I didn’t figure it out earlier.”
I received a text. I looked at it and it was from Oliver. Another movie of me from this morning. I showed it to them and they stared aghast at what happened to me, starting to cry again.
“You orgasm while they fuck you,” Maria said.
“I know,” I said simply. “It makes it a thousand times worse knowing I’m receiving pleasure from the act of my rape. Oliver knows how much I hate it and makes sure to rub it in my face. Every movie he sends me shows every time I cum. My private eye, Jolene, who helped me find out it was Oliver blackmailing me, said Oliver ensures I cum to make sure I lose all my self-respect. She was raped herself once when she was younger and the fact she orgasmed allowed her rapist escape justice. She assures me that with the proper sexual stimulation, everyone will orgasm, no matter if it’s coerced or not. I am having such a hard time believing I’m not some slut or whore because I cum all the time, but Jolene said as long as I don’t want the act to repeat itself, I’m not a whore. I want this to end so much. It’s all I can hang onto.”
“Maybe we can help you figure out who took the picture,” Tiffany said. “Do you still have the picture?”
“No. When I blew Oliver in the church, I thought I was done with it. I destroyed the picture and the phone it was on before I left the church. I still have the one he sent me from my wedding and every other one since.”
“Do you remember it?” Maria asked.
“Until my dying day,” I replied. “It was my right profile, unless they reversed the picture, slightly below my face, depending on how far away it was. Picture quality wasn’t great although you could see clearly it was me.”
“Where were you sitting?” Maria asked.
I walked to the spot I believed it to be, picturing the other people in the room and where they were sitting. Tiffany brought a chair and placed it on the spot. She sat down on the chair facing in the direction I’d been sitting.
“Move to the side there and see where you think the picture was taken from.”
Tiffany sat facing out to the room as I maneuvered around. “Well, you’re a little shorter than I am, but I’m thinking it was from this general vicinity.”
Tiffany turned her head to look. “I can’t remember anything being over there. Maria, can you think of anything in that general area?”
Maria shook her head, no. “Sorry. I can’t think of anything. Maybe we need to approach it from a different way.”
“What are you thinking about?”
“Well, I wouldn’t know how to do any of the things we’re talking about. Set up nanny cams on wireless signals and send it to a computer. Set up phones which can text you from unknown numbers. Who’s the most technologically competent person who was here?”
Tiffany and I looked at each other and both said “Tammie” at the same time.
“Come on,” Maria said. “She’s one of your oldest friends. The only people you’ve been friends with longer is are Donna, Yvonne and of course, Tiffany. What reason would she have to do this?”
“What reason does anyone have to do this to me?” I said. “You’re all my friends. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything to make any of you my enemies, but if you ask me who’s the most gizmo savvy, it’s got to be Tammie.”
“Well, maybe it’s not as difficult as I think. Just because I can’t do it, doesn’t mean some other non-nerd can’t. Maybe you can watch a couple movies on YouTube and figure it out. What about Sydney?”
“Tan’s sister, Sydney? She’s a little nerdier than most of the rest of you, but I can’t figure out why she’d do it,” I responded. “If Tan found out what I was doing, he’d be devastated. Why would she do it to him? They seem to care a great deal for each other, better than most siblings I know.”
“Jealousy?” Maria asked. “She’s not really doing anything to Tan unless he finds out. She’d be doing it to you. Maybe she doesn’t like you because Tan loves you.”
“I don’t know. That sounds awfully close to incest,” Tiffany said. “They seem close, but not that close.”
“I can’t see it,” I said, “but anything’s possible I guess. The only person I know the motivation of is Oliver. He’s been honest about it. He admits he wanted to turn me from a virginal young woman into a slut. Says it’s good for his sex magic. Everything he’s done has followed with his stated intents. He’s taken my oral virginity, my anal virginity, made me lick my first cunt, arranged for double and triple penetrations, worked me at a glory hole and fucked me or had me fucked in front of strangers and in front of my husband. Everything he’s done has followed his path to my total debauchery. If I had a brother or sister, he’d probably be having me fuck them as well. There’s nothing so perverted it’s beyond the pale.”
“Wait a minute,” Tiffany said. “Sex magic. This is the first you’ve said anything about any magic.”
“Oliver believes himself to be the son of a man named Aleister Cocky, spelling A-l-e-i-s-t-e-r. You can look him up in Wikipedia. Aleister died in the 40’s and Oliver was born in the 80’s, but he still believes Aleister was his father because his sperm was preserved by sex magic, though Aleister spelled it m-a-g-i-c-k to differentiate it from mere sleight of hand. The first time I was triple penetrated, Oliver said it was sex magic to get Tan a promotion. A couple weeks later, Tan got a promotion. I don’t know if it was the result of Oliver’s sex magic or a fucking coincidence. I know how hard Tan works. He probably earned the promotion.”
“Why would Oliver care if Tan was promoted?” Maria asked.
“He said he felt guilty for debasing his wife, turning him into a cuckold. I doubt Oliver can feel guilty about anything, but that’s what he said.”
“This is so fucked up,” Tiffany said.
“You don’t have to convince me,” I said.
“Anyone else you might suspect?” Tiffany said.
“I suspected everyone and no one,” I said.
“Would you have posed for Shizuko if none of this had happened?” Maria asked.
“Probably not. I wanted a reason to get out of the house to make it harder for Oliver to use me when we were still trying to find out who it was, but he figured a way to get around it anyway. He was tracking me through the butt plugs in my ass to start, then phoning me and intercepting me to and from my home so I had no time to prepare and my home couldn’t be watched. But Suki wouldn’t have known I would try to get out of the house as a result. Even if she did, I could have easily looked for a job or started volunteer work someplace.”
“How’s her painting coming?” Tiffany asked.
“She’s mostly finished with the second commissioned piece. I’m done with it, but she has a couple things to touch up which she’s working on in the evenings. She’s planning another party when she gets paid. We’ve started Tan’s painting now.”
“The one you didn’t want around the house?” Tiffany asked.
“Yeah, though given what’s happened to me since, I’m not sure I care that much anymore. A little painted nudity seems pretty minor in comparison to everything else. After all, I’ve licked Maria’s cunt now,” I said, grimacing at Maria.
“Can I be jealous,” Tiffany said, “you licked Maria’s cunt and not mine?”
“You can be as jealous as you want. Just don’t expect me to even things up for you.”
Our laughter was rather weak.
“Instead of thinking Tammie had something to do with this because she’s the most nerd savvy,” Maria said; “maybe we should use her to figure out who did it. You’ll have to trust her enough to tell her, but she might be your best bet to figure it out.”
“You did trust me,” Tiffany said. “Maybe you need to trust some of the others.”
“I’ll think about it. I’m getting worried since Tan wants me to get pregnant. He wants me off the pill and I doubt I can ask everyone fucking me to wear a condom.”
“It doesn’t get any better, does it?” Tiffany asked.
“Not a bit.”
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In this new chapter which includes Brenda’s introduction to the Club, of which Oliver is a founding member. It contains scenes of bondage and discipline including a bare handed spanking, lesbian sex, oral and anal sex, group sex, and phone sex.
Chapter 18
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More Debauchery
Besides my continuing association with Oliver, my two greatest problems involved Tan. He was more and more insistent I come off the pill and begin working on having our first child. As much as wanted to give him a child, I couldn’t while Oliver was using me regularly. Any child I had, I wanted to be Tan’s and not some random stranger who’d fucked me. It would be particularly bad if it was immediately apparent it wasn’t Tan’s, a bi-racial child, for instance.
The second issue involved Tan coming to see me posing for his painting of me. At least once a week, even if only for an hour or so, he wanted to watch his painting come to life. The problem being, every time he came, one of the security guards had to come with him. Since this painting was a full frontal nude, it left me feeling more exposed than usual.
You’d think being watched by others being fucked would negate the embarrassment of mere nudity, but it didn’t work that way, at least for me. Somehow, being nude in front of others while my husband watched, was nearly as bad. Just as I’d cum harder knowing Tan watched me getting fucked from across the street, being naked for him and others was arousing and shameful. It wasn’t so bad when JackAss was working as he tried not to look, but he wasn’t always working and other guards now saw me naked. Though I knew JackAss sneaked the occasional peak, the others were more obvious in their appreciation of my naked body, staring boldly at my nudity. The other guards were never unprofessional in speaking or dealing with me even after seeing me naked, but their staring unnerved me while Tan was watching. Tan seemed to enjoy when I was stared at by the other guards, more so than he liked JackAss ignoring it.
I kept my mouth shut regarding the issue, as it was his painting and his wife, but I wished he’d stop coming so it was only Suki and I and no one else was watching me.
I mentioned my first problem to Oliver one time at his house. For once, he was using me alone, no one else involved, no audience, just him and me in his house, his room and his bed. We weren’t making love. There was no warmth, no tenderness; he was fucking me, using all of my holes. He insured I climaxed. It was always one of his primary goals and I’d always receive a reminder afterwards, a movie of me squirming in passion, possibly begging to be fucked.
He’d finished with me and I’d showered and was putting on my clothes, preparing to leave.
“I have a problem,” I said.
“Why is your problem a concern to me?”
“My husband wants me to have a child.”
“Not my problem.”
“It will be if the child isn’t his, and he can tell. If he knows I’ve been fucking around on him, our deal ends badly for both of us.”
“How would he know?”
“I’ve fucked at least one black person at your direction I know of, and it could have been more since I don’t always know who I’m fucking. He’d know if the child wasn’t white or if there was a genetic issue that required testing. Hell even a blood test might reveal a child isn’t is. We’re both O positive. If the child wasn’t, he’d know.”
“Then don’t have a child. Wait until I’m through with you.”
“I’d like to, but he’s getting increasingly insistent. I don’t know how long I can put him off.”
“Again, sounds like your problem.”
“Could we defer the balance of our agreement until I’ve had a child?”
“No. I’ve got plans for you that can’t wait.”
“What sort of plans?”
“Plans I need sex magic for.”
“How can a rational human being believe in sex magic?”
“Tan got a fucking promotion, didn’t he.”
“You confuse cause and effect. Tan works hard and he’s a great architect. He earned his promotion. The fact he got his promotion around the time you said I was being fucked for it, was merely coincidence.”
Oliver smiled at me, that evil sneer I’d grown to detest. “Take off your clothes.”
“I thought we were finished for today.”
“We were. I’m going to prove to you sex magic is real. Once I prove it to you, you will agree to an alteration of our agreement. Now, strip.”
I started to remove my clothes again, sorry to have mentioned anything. “What alteration?”
“Every time I want, without Tan finding out, you will spend multiple days and nights with me to be used as you are now.”
“How is it possible for Tan not to find out? I spend every night with him.” I was naked again, standing there, wondering what he was going to say.
“Using sex magic, I will make sure he gets an assignment out of town. Since he won’t be around, I can spend a lot of time with you without him knowing. I won’t be limited to a few hours one day a week. There’s some things I want to do which will take more than a single day anyway. You require more training. Lie down on the bed, spread-eagled. I’m going to tie you down.”
“I’m not agreeing to an alteration of our agreement just yet. He could receive an assignment anyway. He is a junior partner.” I lay down on the bed.
“Let’s make it interesting then. You agree to an alteration of our agreement if he gets sent to a specific place, a place of your choosing. Pick a place, any place.” Oliver started tying me down to the bed.
I thought about it. I certainly didn’t want to spend more time with Oliver than I did now, but if he was convinced sex magic was worthless, perhaps I could convince him to give me a break from our agreement to have a child. Besides, what were the odds he could send Tan to anyplace I wished. Someplace else in the country, too easy. Europe, more difficult, but not impossible. I knew his firm sometimes had projects there. Africa and South America were places I didn’t want Tan sent to if Oliver was successful. Someplace safer, more civilized. Tanner’s firm had never done any work in Asia.
“Japan,” I said, “Osaka, Japan.”
Oliver stood up, having secured me firmly to his bed. “Very good, Mrs. Tan. Good choice. Far, far away. He won’t be coming home on weekends. We can enjoy some real quality time together. Not Tokyo, the more likely choice in Japan, but Osaka. I love it.”
“It has to be soon,” I said. “Within the next couple weeks,” worried he might be able to work something out given enough time.
“I plan on more definitive proof,” Oliver said. “How about the next couple days.”
“If you can get an assignment to Osaka in the next 48 hours, I’ll agree to the alteration in our agreement. If you can’t; sex magic doesn’t exist and you give me a break and allow me to have a child with Tan.”
“Done,” he smiled. He pulled out a leather whip like the one Katrina had used at the LGBT benefit at My Sister’s Room.
“You can’t leave any marks on me Tan will see when he comes home,” I said quickly, alarmed.
“Don’t worry Brenda. Any marks I leave on you will be gone by the time Tan gets home. In addition to proving the existence of sex magic, I’m going to prove to you what a slut you are. I’m going to make you cum using nothing but this whip, after which I’m going to fuck your cunt so hard, it will feel bruised.” He put my mask on, the one which didn’t allow me to see. “I want to enhance your other senses,” he said by way of explanation.
I felt him stand on the bed, over me. I could picture his cock getting hard as he stared to me tied to his bed, waiting for the whip to fall. If he wasn’t going to leave marks, he couldn’t whip me too hard, could he? Katrina’s whip had stung, but never for long. I felt the leather lashes make connection with my goose bumped flesh, but it was a soft caress, not a stinging blow. It snaked over my breasts, turning my nipples into taut, puckered buds; down along my sides, lightly tickling me and making me squirm. It slithered up the insides of my thighs, lightly stroking my pubic lips, and between my slit, turning my cunt to jelly. My blood rushed to the region and I felt my lips spread, and slowly liquefy, putting me in a state of panting arousal. I wondered why the whip, since his fingers would have done the same.
Snap, he lashed the tender buds of my erect nipples, flooding them with pain, making the blood rush to the spot, compelling my nipples to further hardness. Crack. Fuck that hurt. I groaned. Pop, he whipped between my legs and I screamed, suddenly choked off when he stuffed my panties into my mouth. Slowly, deliberately, he lashed my naked body from my breasts to my knees with no rhythm I could ascertain. Two blows might follow closely together; the next not fall for a minute. I never knew where or when the next would strike me. Despite the stinging pain, I felt my arousal increase. He was never harsh with his blows, never striking me harder than I could tolerate. The leather lashes danced lightly over my skin, the torment quickly negated by the flushed blood, the pulsing of my sex. How could something so painful be so stimulating at the same time?
The leather straps found my clitoris, once, twice, thrice and I orgasmed for him, my cunt throbbing. My moans of pleasure muffled by the cloth in my mouth, he nevertheless knew I’d cum, and he dropped between my legs and thrust his hard cock deep in my pussy, sending more shockwaves through my body, my cunt dripping, spasming, contracting around his shaft, climaxing over and over. He pounded me, plunging relentlessly up my pussy, giving me no respite from my quivering climaxes. I surrendered totally and utterly to him, openly and without pretense. I could refuse nothing, conceal nothing, because he laid me bare.
He climaxed, filling me with his cum once more. I lay panting on the bed until he removed my gag and made me taste myself on him, my despair complete. He’d made me cum while whipping me and I would have begged for it if not for the panties filling my mouth. He knew it and I knew it.
He released me. “Now get the fuck out.”
I dressed silently and left, broken. I got home and took another shower, douching to remove Oliver’s cum from my cunt and ass. The stripes from the whip were rapidly fading away, some general redness remaining, but disappearing. I started dinner. Tan called at 5:30.
“Honey, hold dinner. I’m going to be late. I have the most wonderful news. I just got assigned a new project in Osaka, Japan. I’ll be leaving in a couple weeks. I have to fill out some paperwork for my Visa. This is a great opportunity. If I successfully finish it, I’ll get a huge bonus.” For the first time, I really started to wonder if sex magic was a real thing. The red marks from my whipping hadn’t even faded yet.
“That’s wonderful, honey,” I said. “You can tell me all about it when you get home.”
I hung up and started crying. What had I done?
I received a text from Oliver. You’re mine. I cried harder.
JEMMA says “Hi” everyone, enjoyed the story so far….?
While my problems with Oliver would increase as a result of my altered agreement, my problems with Tan decreased. He wouldn’t be around to nag me to have a baby nor to give me one, nor to drag a security guard down to watch me pose nude. I was left wondering how much worse it would get with Oliver, giving him access to my body almost 24/7.
Before Tan left, Shizuko delivered her last commissioned product and got paid. She threw a great party on Saturday, inviting all of my friends to attend. No boys were allowed, so Tan didn’t come, nor did anyone else’s boyfriends. Cheyenne was working and Sydney was out of town. Yvonne was engaged now, but coming to the party. Her serious relationship turning into a permanent one. Everyone else from the bachelorette party was there. As they mingled, I watched each one, trying to determine if one of them was the traitor.
Tiffany saw me watching everyone and figured out what I must be wondering about my friends.
“Trying to decide who the Judas is?”
“Am I that obvious?”
“To me. I’ve been wondering too.”
I turned to her. “I’ve got a bit of an issue I wanted to discuss with you. Any chance I can come to your house after the party and talk. I doubt there’s anything I can do, but it would be helpful to unburden myself”
“Related to your other problems, I assume.”
“Most definitely.”
“Sure. You want to spend the night?”
“I’d have to discuss it with Tan, but it would be nice. We could drink a lot and I may need it.”
“Clear it with him. I’m available. Due to the party, I’m not doing anything with my boyfriend tonight.”
I texted Tan and told him I’d like to stay with Tiffany tonight if he had no objection. He said he was trying to clear up all his current workload before heading to Japan, so he could use the time for that and work late.
“He said he can use the time to get caught up with his work before he goes to Japan.”
“Tan’s going to Japan?” Tiffany asked.
“That’s partly why I needed to talk to you. The circumstances of his going.”
“Whatever you need to talk about, I’m all ears.”
Suki gave me a framed 11x14 photo of the painting, just as she did the first time. It was beautiful; everyone was exclaiming about the quality of her work.
“I could never afford to pay you $50,000,” Donna said, “but if it turned out like this, I’d love you to paint me.”
“Actually,” Suki said, “he would like to commission another piece of art from me. A more explicit piece like the first one, but he wants the models face visible. Kind of like the one I’m currently doing for Tan. He’d prefer the same model, but he understood she might not be available for something so explicit. But if Brooke won’t do it; he’s willing to consider someone else. He’s offering $20,000 to the model, plus, I would paint you in whatever pose you wanted, Donna, if you were to allow me to paint you nude.”
Donna turned to me. “You ready to lay it all out on the line in the name of art, or do you want me to think about baring my soul and a whole lot more? If you decide not to do it, do you have any comments, suggestions, or recommendations about posing buck naked?”
I laughed. “I don’t know if I could do something more explicit, though now I’m working on my third nude portrait, I guess I’d be willing to consider it. It’s gotten easier, but I never could have done the first one outside. I felt much safer inside than I do posing outside. Where I am now, if Tan visits, he needs to be accompanied by a security guard, which means more than Suki and Tan have seen me out there. If you decide to do it, don’t do it out where I am now, especially if you want anyone to visit while you’re posing. Outside also has other issues, heat, cold, bugs; none of which have been insurmountable, but if you decide to do it, I suggest inside, at Suki’s. There, the only person you need worry about seeing you is Erin, and I know she doesn’t bite unless you want her to.” Everyone laughed. “If you wanted, Suki and I could arrange for you to come out there and personally see what it’s like. You could see if it’s something you could do, because the one I’m doing now is pretty explicit.”
“I don’t have as much free time as Brenda,” Donna said. “Would that be an issue?”
“If we’re doing it inside,” Suki said, “I can work more in the evenings and weekends, using lights instead of sunlight. I can feed you so you wouldn’t need to worry about food prep. I’ve got to warn both of you, though, it’s not just explicit he wants.”
“What does he want for this one?” I asked.
“Let’s say it’s bondage like. I’ve done a few preliminary sketches. Let me show you.”
Shizuko grabbed a fairly large sketch book from her studio and started passing her sketches around. Each of them was explicit, most of them showing the female bound, spread-eagled perhaps, or with a spreader bar between her ankles, sometimes standing, others lying down; implying more than bondage would be occurring. The more was implied by other objects in the scene; some whips hanging on the wall beside her, or a dildo between her spread legs, nipple clamps on her nipples or breasts bound up in rope. Everyone was expressing their surprise when they saw them. I shivered, remembering my experiences tied down with Tanner and Oliver, the sense of helplessness, how I climaxed when I was fucked, and even whipped. I felt myself moisten. Fuck, Oliver really was turning me into some perverted version of myself.
Donna said, “No fucking way! This man still imagine himself a fucking slave owner, able to do the fuck he wants with some woman? Fuck him! I wouldn’t do it if he paid me a million dollars!”
I must have gotten lost in thought, oblivious to what was going on around me.
“Brenda,” Suki said, “what are you thinking?”
I handed Shizuko the two sketches I was holding and said, “No, I don’t believe I could do these. They’re way too explicit and the theme throws me off.” I couldn’t do them because I might cum constantly while I was posing.
“I know it’s not everybody’s thing, but I got all hot and bothered just sketching these things,” Suki said, collecting the sketches from everyone. “I love this shit, and I’d pose for it in a heartbeat, if I didn’t have to paint it instead.”
“If you’d be willing to work from a photograph instead of needing a live model, perhaps you could both pose and paint,” I pointed out.
“There’s models who specialize in this sort of thing, but a lot of them are tattooed. He doesn’t want a tattooed model. He wants someone projecting more innocence, like she doesn’t want to be there,” Suki said. “Even if I posed for it myself. I’m not sure I’d project innocence. I’d be cumming while the photo’s were taken.”
A few of us laughed and I wondered if they knew they’d be cumming too. Donna was still angry, but she was the one who’d expressed the most distaste for bondage when I’d received my gift bondage kit from Suki.
I wasn’t sure I could project innocence anymore either. I’d started out that way several months ago, but I didn’t feel so innocent anymore.
There was more chitchat at the party, Yvonne showed everyone her engagement ring and we talked a lot about her fiancé and her upcoming nuptials. The wedding was being planned for the following June.
“Who’s holding the Bachelorette party?” Erin asked.
“That would be me,” Tammie said, raising her hand. “Tiffany’s got the best pad, but she shouldn’t get stuck all the time with the planning because her place is the best.”
“How about you plan it, and I’ll have it at my place anyway,” Tiffany said. “I don’t mind.”
“Any tips for me based upon your bachelorette party, Brenda?” Tammie asked.
“Yeah. No strippers, and the guest of honor keeps the remote control for any gadgets,” I replied, smiling, and everyone laughed again except Maria and Tiffany. They knew the pain I’d suffered behind those words.
“Would you recommend St. Lucia for the honeymoon?” Erin asked.
“St. Lucia was lovely,” I said, downing my drink. “The food and booze was great, the scenery beautiful, the activities varied. It’s a wonderful spot for a honeymoon.”
The party broke up about nine and I followed Tiffany back to her place. She popped the cork on a bottle of wine and handed me a glass. We sat down on her couch facing each other.
“What’s on your mind?” Tiffany asked. “Why did you want to talk to me?”
I told Tiffany about my last episode at Oliver’s house, how I’d wanted to take a break to have Tan’s child and he said I couldn’t because he had sex magic planned. How I called sex magic malarkey without any basis in truth and he offered to prove it. He would get Tan sent to anyplace I wanted for his job and while he was gone, I had to agree to be available more than a single day on weekdays. I would be his almost anytime he wanted for a long as he wanted. If he didn’t, I could have a break in our current relationship to have a child with Tan.
“I said I’d believe in sex magic if he could get Tan sent to Osaka, Japan within two days. Tan’s company has never had a single job in Asia. I figured I was safe and could have my baby without worrying about the identity of the father. Tiffany, he tied me down and he whipped me. He whipped me and made me cum, then he fucked me hard. Before my whip marks disappeared that night, Tan called me to tell me his company is sending him to Osaka.”
“Holy shit!” Tiffany said. “Now you’re wondering if all this sex magic is real and Oliver has even more control of you?”
“Yes. The only good thing I could say about Oliver is he is a man of his word. I was used by him no more than once a week and with plenty of advance notice. He’s been careful enough with his use of me, Tan hasn’t gotten a whiff of my infidelity despite him fucking me across the street from his office. He’s protected my identity when he’s needed to. It was only an accident Maria found out for which he sounded profoundly sorry and skipped a week of my use. Given the controls he imposed to obtain my agreement, my debasement has never lasted more than a few hours. Now, I’ve given him almost no limits. I’m given enough time for Suki to work on my painting as if it showed no progress, would make Tan wonder what the hell I was doing while he was gone. Other than that, I shudder to think what he can make me do now.”
“Why not tell him you can’t do it?”
“Our current arrangement is based upon Mutually Assured Destruction. I don’t want what I’ve done to become public knowledge, he doesn’t want me to kill him. If it comes out, I would die, Tiffany. I’d have to kill myself. Forgetting Tan for the moment, can you imagine my mother and father seeing me sucking cocks at a glory hole or stripping and getting fucked at a seedy strip bar. You’re my closest friend and already know what I’ve done, and I can’t even show you a tenth of it. Once it hits the internet, it’s there forever. Every prospective employer or potential boyfriend would be able to look me up and see what I’ve done. I could never, ever live it down. Even if I changed my name and moved away, it still has the possibility of following me. He’s kept his end of every bargain we’ve made, as horrible as it’s been. I’m not sure he’ll accept me breaking my end. I set the conditions of the contest he suggested and just because he’s made it all come true, doesn’t give me grounds to back out. If I tried, even if he didn’t make me live up to his new access, he still has the ability to make everything I do much worse. I mean, with the exception of the proprietor at the glory hole, everyone has been relatively clean. What if he brings me down to skid row and makes me suck and fuck a bunch of homeless people who haven’t bathed in a month.”
“What are you going to do then?”
“Go along. I told you I didn’t think there was anything I could do about it. Mostly, all I’m looking for is a sympathetic ear. I got myself into this situation, from the first time I sucked his cock at my wedding, to the agreement I made sending Tan to Osaka. I didn’t believe he could do it and I wanted to give Tan his child. I don’t expect you to solve it for me. I just wanted to talk to someone who knows what I’ve done. That, and maybe get drunk.” I finished off my glass of wine.
Tiffany put her hand on my shoulder. “I can help with the drunk part. More wine, or should we graduate to something harder?”
“Gin and tonics please. Mix up a pitcher.”
“You got it.”
Tiffany got up and mixed up a whole pitcher, done strong with lots of gin. She also brought out some snacks and a carafe of water, with a bottle of aspirin.
“Everything we need to get wretchedly drunk,” she said, putting down the tray. “Is there nothing you can do?”
“I’ll ask him to go easy on me without refusing him. He’s sometimes receptive to a plea for mercy. I have to admit, I’m not even as concerned about his increased access to me and what it will mean physically, as I am of what it might do to me mentally and psychologically.”
“What do you mean?”
“When I was looking at Suki’s sketches tonight, it made me wet. I was aroused by them. You’ve noted what’s happened to me so far. Posing naked, letting Tan have his explicit painting of me, losing a whole bunch of inhibitions I used to have regarding anal and oral sex. I’ve been pushed harder and faster than I ever would have gone before. I might have reached the same point on some things eventually and naturally, because I do enjoy sex with Tan, but never to the extent I’ve gone to now. I don’t think I would have ever been with a woman or had sex with multiple partners. The fact he always makes me cum or ensures the others I’m with make me cum; in addition to making me more ashamed, has opened me to more. Allowed him to push me harder. I couldn’t do Suki’s project, not because I was so offended by it, although there’s still some of that, but because I would have been cumming all the time. Oliver has changed me, in ways I don’t even want to contemplate, and I’m afraid with full access, his potential to change me is even greater. I’m still embarrassed I beg to be fucked by my rapists. What happens when I’m not ashamed anymore?”
“I see what you mean.”
“Oliver’s stated goal is to take the virginal girl he was given, and turn her into a total whore. In the process of that change, he claims sex magic is released. What if, when he’s done with me, and my life is my own, I still want the things he’s done to me? What if I’m no longer satisfied with vanilla sex and I need multiple partners or to be degraded in some way? I think I can go back to a normal life right now; the husband, the kids. What if, when he’s finished with me, I can’t? What if he turns me into the whore he wants me to be, to beg strangers to fuck me for money or for fun? I don’t want that. I don’t want to become that person. I liked the Brenda I was. I don’t believe I’d like the Brenda I might become.”
“Do you think it’s possible?”
“I don’t know. I never thought any of this would be possible before. You know me better than anyone. Did you ever imagine I’d be begging to be fucked by a cock in my mouth, my ass and my cunt, all at the same time?”
“Never.”
“You’re my friend, Tiffany. My oldest and dearest friend. To a certain extent, our friendship was tainted by what happened. I didn’t know who to trust, who had betrayed me. I’m trying to overcome the distrust, to reach the friendship we had before. It’s hard. But what’s worse is I’m starting to consider all my friends as sexual objects, every person really, man, woman, it doesn’t matter. I don’t want to, but I wonder what you’d taste like if I licked you, how I’d feel if you went down on me.” Tiffany showed signs of discomfort. I put my hand on hers. “I won’t, Tiffany. That’s not why I’m here tonight. Not now, at least; not yet, but what if I reach that point, that I want you for sex, for the pleasure we could give each other rather than the friendship we share. I’m not a lesbian. I don’t think of myself as a lesbian, but I’ve licked so many cunts, it doesn’t bother me if I have to lick one more. I don’t want to be that person. I am truly afraid it might happen.”
“I’m sorry, Brenda. So sorry. The party was at my house. I feel responsible.”
“Don’t be. I’m sure now it wasn’t you. I’m as confident of that as I am I’m not yet a whore. It wasn’t your fault, but if I find the one who did, I may not be responsible for my actions.”
We drank some more, talking about other things, less stressful things. We finished off the pitcher, me drinking more than Tiffany, drank our water, downed our aspirin, and we stumbled off to bed.
“I wasn’t planning on spending the night,” I said, sleepily and slurring slightly. “I didn’t bring anything to wear. Can I borrow something?”
“Of course. It will be short on you, but I have something which will fit.”
She pulled a nightie out of her drawer and handed it to me. I looked at it stupidly for a minute, then tried taking off my clothes, having more problems with the buttons than I’d hoped. Tiffany finally tsked in disgust and helped me get my shirt and jeans off. Then she had to help me with my bra because I couldn’t figure out the front clasp even though I was staring blearily at it. She helped get the nightie on me and tucked me into the bed. I heard her moving around as she got ready for bed, then she slid in beside me, settling in.
I mumbled, “Look, ma, no sex,” and promptly fell asleep.
Tiffany was up when I rose the next morning in some distress. Not as bad as it could have been due to the water and aspirin, but still bad. Tiffany had a robe over her night clothes, reading the Sunday paper. I came out and immediately downed another glass of water and more aspirin.
“Would you like some toast and eggs?” Tiffany asked, setting down the financial section.
“Not yet. My head and stomach still haven’t caught up to the rest of me.”
“Sorry to hear that. I felt reasonably good this morning, but you drank substantially more than me. Did it help?”
“The drinking or the conversation?”
“Either, both,” Tiffany replied.
“The conversation more than the drinking,” I said. “I got plastered after the first time Oliver made me fuck another person. This elderly black gentleman who collected shells on the beach was the first. He didn’t speak English, only French. I had to use a translation app on my phone to converse with him. At first, he didn’t want to fuck me because I explained I was being blackmailed, but he finally agreed in order to save my marriage. I thought I’d only have to suck him at first and I was grateful it wasn’t more, but Oliver made me fuck him afterward. I asked if I could skip it because the man was older and I thought it would take me awhile to get him hard again. I think he was offended, because he quickly got hard enough to fuck me, then hard again when I had to clean him off. He was a very good lover. If not for the reasons I was doing it, I would have enjoyed him more. Anyway - I got wasted afterwards, and they had to get me sober enough to go out eating with friends that night.”
What was I doing? I was still keeping Stan and Kathy secret. If I didn’t think Tiffany was my betrayer, I needed to open up about things.
“We met Stan and Kathy the first full day we were there. They were the ones who caught us making love in the tub. Kathy helped me get through all the stuff I had to go through. She got drunk with me, after the first one, commiserating, like we just did.”
“How did you get away from Tan enough to have sex with other people?”
“They helped me. Stan went golfing with Tan the first time, and invited him to play poker at his place with him and his buddies when I had to fuck the people in the night club. She’s the one who talked me out of killing myself after that little episode and suggested I hire a private eye to find out who was blackmailing me.”
“I’m surprised they didn’t try to convince you to tell Tan right away after you learned you were being blackmailed.”
“She did. She and Stan are swingers. She didn’t think it was all that big a deal I sucked another guys cock. It was only after she saw the movie of me in my wedding gown on my knees swallowing his cum, she said, ‘I don’t know if Stan could have forgiven me if I did it on my wedding day before the ceremony.’ She became more hesitant about telling Tan after she saw it. Kathy warned me it would get worse, which it did, but left it up to me to decide.”
“I think I would have tried harder,” Tiffany said. “The only thing you had to worry about at the beginning was sucking a cock at your wedding. You could have lived that one down. Sure, it might have harmed or perhaps ruined your marriage to Tan, but you wouldn’t be in the fix you’re in now. I’m wondering if even Tan is worth it, and I like him a lot. It was only speculation he would leave you. Now, he’d almost have to or become a total laughingstock.”
“Hindsight. I agree totally. I was young, naive and inexperienced. Every decision I made was rushed. Tell him at the wedding before the ceremony is about to start. Tell him before our honeymoon’s about to start and hope he forgives me. Tell him before I fuck another man the first time. Tell him how many other people I’ve fucked before Oliver took my ass when I wanted to give it to Tan first. Never any time to think. Do it now or this is going public. You’ll be publicly exposed as a slut and whore. I wish a million times over I’d made different choices.”
“You’re language has become more coarse since this began as well. No more kitty or make love. Now it’s fuck and cunt all the time.”
“Oliver never lets me gentrify the terms, or even go with scientific terminology. He said vaginas are for doctors, pussies for ladies, cunts are for whores. Since I’m a whore, it’s the language I have to use. Same with cocks. It’s cocks or pricks, not a penis. Ass or asshole, not butt or buttocks. Fuck, not screw or make love. I try to watch my mouth around others, but it’s getting harder. Tan’s noticed it too, but he thinks I’m loosening up because I’m married now and having sex regularly. He thought calling my cunt a kitty or vajayjay was funny. He’s shocked when I say cunt, but appreciates pussy. I admit I’m not making love to anyone but Tan. Everything else I do is fucking. Even screwing is too polite a term for it. I suck cock, my cunt is fucked. My ass is reamed. No more fellatio or cunnilingus. Call a spade a spade.”
“Are you ready for some breakfast now?”
“Sure.”
Tiffany got up and made scrambled eggs and bacon. I made and buttered the toast to make myself useful. We sat down and ate, and I was hungry, eating every morsel she set before me. Unburdening myself had a secondary benefit. I felt hungrier than I’d felt in a long time.
“Since I’m opening up to you, would you like to hear what else Tan and I did on our honeymoon?”
“There’s more?”
“This had nothing to do with Oliver, at least in a direct way. Like everything else since, it might have unlocked a door. Stan and Kathy invited us to play strip poker. They were very casual about their nudity. I told you they were swingers. They initially wanted us to swing with them. We wouldn’t, but the strip poker, Tan was okay with. I was reluctant, but by this point, I’d seen all of them naked. Stan had rented a boat and taken us all to a little private island for some snorkeling, sun bathing and water skiing. I was the only one who wore a suit, but it was the white one Tammie gave me with butt floss in the back, and becoming practically transparent when wet, so they’d pretty much seen all I had already before deciding to play strip poker, plus they’d seen us having sex in the tub the first day. I was feeling friendly towards them because of all their help. Since they’d seen me almost naked, and to please Tan and not be a total wet blanket, I finally agreed to play.
“There were penalties involved in losing. In addition to a shot of absinthe - which by the way, I recommend you never drink - the winner collected a minute long kiss from the loser. Since Tan refused to kiss Stan and vice versa, the wives could pay the penalty for their husband. At first, I let Tan pay my penalty for losing to Kathy, but after watching them kiss a couple times, I paid my own penalty. It was the first time I ever had what I’d call an erotic kiss with a woman. So Kathy and I did all of the kissing with the men, kissing whenever we won or lost and when our husbands won or lost to the other man,There was also a final penalty to be paid from the overall loser to the overall winner, to masturbate for them. Loser chose whether to do it for the group or privately.
“As you might imagine, playing strip poker, getting more and more naked, drinking, kissing each other in various states of undress, it got a little looser as the night went on. A fairly chaste kiss at the start, was pretty much an all out make out session when we were almost naked and drunker at the end. It was the first time I’d ever kissed another erect and naked man since I didn’t kiss the guy on the beach or the guys in the club; in front of my husband, no less. I was the overall loser, getting really unlucky towards the end. Kathy was the winner. Since I didn’t want there to be any question as to what I was doing with Kathy, I masturbated for the group. I had a very intense orgasm being watched by all of them. As soon as I climaxed, Tan started fucking me in front of them and they fucked each other too. I passed out sometime during the night. I wasn’t sure if anyone else had fucked me; I was covered in cum when I woke up and I was so mad at Tan for letting it happen. He told me I could have said something, and I didn’t. I pulled him into me as soon as he stuck his cock into me, so he held me equally responsible. Tan denied anyone else fucked me. It’s the first and craziest thing I’ve ever done without being forced into it by Oliver.”
“You passed out while you were being fucked?”
“I think so, but I can’t really remember. That absinthe was really wicked stuff. The ‘green fairy’ Stan called it. I call it the green shit from hell.”
“How many shots did you have?”
“One each time I lost, plus we all took another drink at the end, so eight.”
“How big were the shots?”
“Really tiny. Stan had special glasses for it. About this big I think.” I held my fingers up to show her.
“I’m surprised you got so drunk you passed out,” Tiffany said.
“It’s about 75% alcohol,” I said.
“I know, I’ve had absinthe. It’s unquestionably strong stuff, but those are very small glasses. You didn’t get so drunk you passed out last night and you had ⅔ of a pitcher of gin and tonics, although you were getting there. How do you feel about the evening now?”
“In light of everything else since, it barely registers on the weird-o-meter anymore. I feel guilty about it, and wish it never happened, but que sera, sera, you know.”
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