Inga comes to America

 

It was her idea. Well, no, that's not fair. It was an 
idea that we came up with when we were chatting on line 
and I suppose that we developed it together.

Our correspondence began when Inga sent me an email 
after reading one of my stories on the internet. She 
had been very aroused by the story and she sent me an 
email to tell me how much she enjoyed it. Her email 
included a picture of herself. She was very attractive. 
It was a modest picture of her in a little black dress, 
not in the nude like so many of the other pictures that 
people send me as a sort of thank you for my stories. 
If any of you are reading this, thank you too. I enjoy 
all of those nudes very much.

I responded, as I do to everyone that writes me whether 
or not they include a picture and whether or not they 
are attractive. I thanked her for her kind words and 
the picture. And that was that, until she read another 
of my stories. She liked the way my mind worked. Or I 
guess that it would be more correct to say that we 
shared some fantasies and she enjoyed reading mine. I 
suspect that she was grateful to have someone that she 
could discuss them with.

At first I wasn't certain that Inga was a woman and not 
a man pretending to be a woman. Some guys get off on 
that but you can usually tell. I was soon convinced 
that Inga was all woman and I enjoyed several long 
chats with her about her fantasies and how closely they 
paralleled the events that I depicted in some of my 
stories.

She wanted to experiment with her fantasies but had 
never found a man who shared those fantasies. I shared 
her frustration because it is even harder to find a 
woman who is excited by the admittedly unusual nature 
of our fantasies. She wanted to experience some of the 
things that I wrote about in my stories and after 
several months of exchanging emails and having the 
occasional long chat she decided to spend her upcoming 
summer vacation in the United States visiting me.

I was delighted, of course. Inga is nearly half my age 
and judging by the pictures that she emailed me she is 
very sexy and very attractive. She is in her early 
thirties and cute as a kitten. I, on the other hand, am 
in my early sixties and rough as a cob. I ride a Harley 
and I look like it. I am in pretty good shape though 
and I knew that I had what it took to satisfy this 
woman's fantasies. All she needed was a man with a 
dirty mind.

If you are familiar with my stories then you know that 
most of them are about women being blackmailed or in 
some other way coerced into sexual submission. They are 
humiliated and abused but not harmed. They experience 
helplessness and the freedom of being totally 
controlled. Those are the things that Inga fantasized 
about.

The first thing I had to take care of was to get rid of 
my wife. My wife and I had both retired early. We had 
saved and planned for our future and we were not 
wealthy by any means but we were more than comfortable. 
We had no debts and we each had several large pension 
checks coming in so that so far we had not had to touch 
our savings. My wife is pretty open-minded but there 
was no way around it. She would have to be elsewhere 
while Inga was in town. I thought about trying to get 
my wife involved because she had some fantasies about 
being with another woman that she had never had the 
nerve to experience. But I decided that the best thing 
to do would be to get her out of town for the two weeks 
that Inga was going to be here. I would then be more 
free to experiment with some of my more outrageous 
fantasies.

That was easier than it sounds. She has talked about 
going on a Panama Canal cruise with her sister for 
years. We selected a cruise that left from Tampa, 
Florida and ended in San Francisco. San Francisco is 
her favorite city so I had no trouble convincing her to 
spend a few days there with her sister before flying 
home.

Now I just had to prepare for Inga's arrival. A few of 
the things that I had planned for her would take some 
coordination with friends. The more I thought about it 
though the more I thought that two weeks wouldn't be 
nearly enough time.

The details were soon taken care of. I dropped my wife 
off at the airport on a Friday morning and picked Inga 
up on Saturday morning. I think that we were both 
relieved to find that there were no surprises. She was 
even prettier than the girl in the pictures she had 
sent me. She could easily pass for a woman in her early 
twenties, even after a long trans-Atlantic plane ride.

She was about 5'2" and weighed about 100 pounds. Her 
breasts appeared to be perky little B cups, a personal 
favorite of mine. She had light brown hair with some 
blonde highlights and a smile that could melt a 
glacier. I had no idea why an attractive young woman 
like this wanted to be with a hairy old biker twice her 
age but I was not going to try to talk her out of it.

I recognized her as she was coming out of the gate from 
the pictures that she had sent me. I approached her and 
I could tell that she recognized me as well. She smiled 
and we introduced ourselves. We went to the baggage 
claim and picked up her one small piece of luggage. She 
wouldn't need much in the way of clothing while she was 
here.

I had planned on giving her some time to relax after 
her long flight and to get comfortable with me but she 
immediately slipped into character as a submissive. She 
was dressed as I had told her I wanted her dressed when 
she arrived. She was wearing an extremely short skirt 
and a lacy crop top that did not totally conceal her 
small, pink nipples.

I put her bag in the back of my car and drove to my 
house. We had had some heated conversations on the 
internet but we both found it to be a much different 
situation when meeting for the first time in person. I 
intended to move things along quickly though. I had no 
intention of waiting to get to know her better and part 
of the excitement for her was giving herself to a 
strange man. God knows I'm certainly a strange man.

I parked in my driveway and I set her bag inside the 
front door. I imagined that she must be pretty tired 
but since it was lunch time, and since I was in charge 
we were going to lunch. I opened the garage door and 
told her that we would be going out. She looked at my 
Softail nervously but after I gave her a quick set of 
instructions on how to survive as a passenger on a 
Harley she sat on the small passenger seat and hung on 
tight.

She made a startled noise when I started the bike. She 
had a death grip on my waist as I pulled out of the 
garage. I paused to hit the garage door opener and make 
sure the door closed and then I took off.

It was her first motorcycle ride. She was nervous at 
first but once she realized that she wasn't going to 
fall off and I wasn't going to kill her she relaxed and 
enjoyed the vibration and the sound and the feeling of 
freedom.

I adjusted one of my mirrors and kept it aimed Inga's 
torso. It was a distraction but it was worth it. Her 
tiny skirt was pulled up to about half way between her 
crotch and her pierced navel. Her lacy little top came 
to just below her breasts when we were stopped. When we 
were moving it fluttered around and frequently bared 
the bottom portions of her perfect breasts. I almost 
ran a couple of red lights as I watched her in my 
mirror. I also got a big kick out of the expressions of 
the people on the road around us when they realized how 
much Inga there was on display.

I finally decided that if I wanted to get to enjoy that 
beautiful body I had best start watching where I was 
going and I refocused my mirror and paid more attention 
to the road and the traffic.

I drove through town and across the river to a nice 
restaurant with a big deck on a creek where the shrimp 
boats dock at night and unload their catch when they 
come back in. It isn't a biker bar but it is owned by a 
biker and is biker friendly.

I pulled up into one of the bike parking places near 
the front and shut the bike off. As soon as it was 
quiet Inga leaned against my back and in a breathless 
voice she said, "Oh my god! I love it!"

As strange as it seems, the motorcycle ride seemed to 
have broken her reserve. She didn't seem nearly as 
nervous now as she had when we left my house. Nothing 
breaks the ice like the way a Harley vibrates between a 
woman's legs. Don't take my word for it. There are 
studies that have shown it.

We went inside and were seated out on the deck in the 
back. It was a bit warm but it was a beautiful day to 
be out by the water and there was a nice sea breeze 
which made it seem comfortable.

After the hostess had seated us I ordered Inga to stand 
up and then I said, "Okay, now you may sit down again. 
Place your hands on the table and take your seat. Do 
not take your hands from the table and do not attempt 
to adjust your skirt."

She glanced around and saw that there were a few tables 
nearby that were occupied. The people at those tables 
were close enough to see what was going on and in fact, 
four men at one of the tables were watching with a 
great deal of interest. They looked like they had just 
come from the golf course. There was a popular course 
nearby so they probably had.

I watched them discreetly as Inga placed her hands on 
the table and returned to her seat. It was obvious from 
their faces that they were getting a good view and that 
they were enjoying it.

I glanced around and saw several others straining to 
see just how much of my new slave had just been exposed 
but the four golfers had the best view.

I turned my attention back to Inga and saw that she was 
very embarrassed, and very excited. I smiled and asked, 
"It's starting. Are you ready?"

She closed her eyes for a second and then exhaled 
loudly and said, "Yes sir, I think so. I'm scared. But 
that's part of the excitement. I only ask one thing. 
Please don't ask me if I want to change my mind. Don't 
give me the chance to back out. If I say stop, don't 
listen to me."

I leaned closer and quietly responded, "Dear, sweet, 
beautiful, sexy Inga, I have no intention of letting 
you back out. You belong to me for the next two weeks, 
unless I decide to keep you longer, or sell you sooner. 
So you had best please me. You wouldn't want to end up 
working for some half crazy pimp or selling your ass in 
a whore house in Mexico for a few pesos."

She shivered, not quite sure if I was serious or not. 
But I had the impression that even that horrible fate 
hanging over her head excited her.

Our waiter finally showed up and took our drink orders. 
He had a great view of Inga's pussy and the poor kid 
stared at it the entire time he was at our table taking 
our order. He had a hell of a time trying to tell us 
what today's specials were. It was pretty amusing for 
me and humiliating for Inga.

This was the kind of experience that she had fantasized 
about for years but could never experience. Not on her 
own. And she had never found the right man, until now, 
to make those fantasies a reality.

A lot of what I had planned was going to be new for me 
too. I had once had a part time master/slave 
relationship with a woman. We had lived together for 
two years and our relationship had developed quickly to 
the point where we had experienced some of the things 
that I had in mind for Inga. But we had just played 
around the edges. Some of Inga's fantasies went well 
beyond what I had experienced. I had similar fantasies 
though and I had written about many of them in my 
stories. I had every intention of making her dark 
dreams come true.

As you might expect, we received excellent service that 
afternoon. Inga and I talked quietly and got to know 
each other a little better. I had to stop her from 
self-consciously trying to cover herself from time to 
time. It was just a reflex. She didn't even seem to 
realize that she was doing it.

After we finished our lunch and our drinks we headed 
for the parking lot. I noticed that the four men at the 
next table followed us out. They were parked near my 
bike and just before we got on one of the men said to 
us, "My friends and I really enjoyed having you at the 
next table today." Then he said to me, "Your girlfriend 
is really beautiful."

I smiled and said, "She isn't my girlfriends. She's 
just a slave."

There was a whole range of expressions on the four 
men's faces, from shock to instant lust. I asked, "Did 
you get a good look at her pussy?"

The man who had been speaking responded, "As good as 
was possible from our angle."

I turned her to face them and said, "Go ahead slave, 
show the nice men your cunt. Hell! Let them see those 
tits too. Lift up your skirt and your top and go over 
there and thank them for being so complimentary."

I didn't think that her face could get any redder than 
it had up on the deck. But it damn sure did. She turned 
dark red and it spread all the way down her neck and 
down under her top. But she lifted her crop top and her 
skirt and then walked over to the four of them and 
allowed them to see what she looked like close up. I 
was tempted to offer them more than a look but I hadn't 
even fucked her yet. I thought I should have the honor 
of going first since I was her owner.

I watched as the four men examined Inga's charms. She 
was acting as if she hated what was happening but I 
knew better. The four men were apparently reluctant to 
go too far and at first they avoided touching her. 
Finally one of them grew a pair of balls and reached 
out and caressed one of her breasts. The others glanced 
at me to see if I was going to object.

Hell! I thought I was going to have to show them how! 
Once the first man got away with it the others each 
began to explore her body as she stood there in the 
parking lot holding her top and her skirt up for them.

I was watching her and after a very short time I could 
see that she was getting far too aroused. I asked them 
to be careful. I wasn't ready to let her have an orgasm 
just yet. They reluctantly took their hands away and I 
ordered her to get on the bike for the ride home.

She let her clothing fall back into place as she came 
back over to the bike. She was almost panting she was 
so turned on. It was all I could do to keep from 
bending her over and fucking her right there. Damn she 
was hot!

I unlocked the bike and got on and she stepped on 
behind me. I could tell right away that she no longer 
had any reservations about the bike. In fact, I would 
be willing to bet that she was looking forward to 
feeling it vibrating between her legs again. Her grip 
was much more relaxed now and I knew she was enjoying 
the ride.

I took the back roads home. It took about forty 
minutes. I pulled the bike into the garage and shut it 
off and we went inside.

As soon as we were alone in the house Inga seemed 
nervous again. I did nothing to try to calm her. I 
liked it that she was nervous. I led her into the 
living room and stood her in front of my chair and took 
a seat. I looked at her and ordered her to turn around 
slowly.

When she had turned completely around I asked, "Did you 
enjoy yourself this afternoon?"

She considered her response and finally she answered, 
"It was exciting. That's why I came here. So that you 
would make me do the things I fantasize about but could 
never do on my own. It was very embarrassing. But yes, 
I would have to say that I enjoyed it."

I said, "You aren't going to enjoy everything that 
happens to you in the next two weeks. Take off your 
clothes."

I had already seen her sexy body naked. She had sent me 
pictures before she came and I already knew how sexy 
she was. But seeing her in person was a whole lot 
sexier. I had been watching her every bit as much as 
those four golfers had a little while ago. But I didn't 
want her to know how anxious I was to explore that 
beautiful body. A woman this beautiful must be used to 
wrapping men around her little finger. She wasn't going 
to do that to me. She was going to experience a total 
loss of control in the next two weeks. That was the 
fantasy that we shared.

Inga had shared some of her darkest fantasies with me 
and I had enjoyed them. Now I was going to make her 
dreams come true.

I watched her undress. It didn't take long. Since I had 
ordered her to travel with only this little crop top 
and the tiny skirt she had been wearing it only took 
seconds for her to get naked.

Once she was naked I spread my legs and pulled her 
closer. I moved my hands over her body for only a few 
seconds. Then I ran my finger lightly through the warm, 
wet crease between her legs. It came away soaked with 
her juices.

I held my finger up to show her how wet it was. She 
already knew of course. But it embarrassed her that I 
had total control of her body now and it embarrassed 
her even more that I knew how much that aroused her.

She had to be very tired. She had had a long flight. 
She left home very early this morning and she probably 
didn't sleep all that well last night. I would be 
surprised if she didn't lay there in the dark with her 
boyfriend for a very long time last night, thinking of 
me, anticipating the many things that were going to 
happen to her when she arrived and gave herself to me 
to use as I wished.

I had a little more fun planned for her before I let 
her rest though. Besides, the longer she stayed up this 
evening the quicker she would recover from her jet lag.

I pushed her away and stood up. I led her upstairs, 
grabbing her bag on the way, and we went to the master 
bedroom. I undressed and we went into the master bath 
and took a long hot shower. I made her wash me but I 
did not return the favor this time. I would enjoy 
washing her sexy body later. Not this time though. I 
wanted the anticipation to build.

After our shower I took her back into the bedroom and 
ordered her to lie on the bed on her back. When she was 
in place I opened my nightstand and took out a 
blindfold and placed it over her eyes.

I had already fastened short chains with heavy leather 
cuffs to all four corners of the bed. I pulled them 
into position and attached them to her wrists and 
ankles. When she was helpless I stood back and enjoyed 
the beautiful view.

She was a very beautiful woman, but spread eagled naked 
and helpless in the middle of my bed the way that she 
was seemed to make her even more beautiful. She was 
very uncomfortable about posing for nude pictures. We 
had exchanged emails and chatted for months before she 
consented to send me a nude picture.

One of the many plans that I had for her was to take as 
many pictures of her as I had the patience for. And not 
just me either. I was going to assure that pictures of 
her beautiful body were taken by any number of men. I 
started immediately. I picked up my digital camera and 
walked around the bed taking dozens of pictures of her 
from all angles. I got a lot of close-ups of her 
exposed pussy and her perfect tits. There would be many 
more over the next two weeks.

I put the camera down and got up on the bed with her. I 
lay on my side facing her and just enjoyed the view at 
first. Her nipples were hard already and her secretions 
were moistening the lips of her pussy again.

I'm sure that she was nervous. She was taking a big 
chance coming all of this way to put herself in the 
hands of a total stranger. But it was also very 
exciting and I knew that she must be dying to be 
touched right now.

I began to tease her with a very light touch, moving my 
fingertips over her body. I avoided her breasts and her 
pussy though. I moved my hands over her face and neck 
and down across her chest between her breasts. I 
circled her breasts and teased them without actually 
touching them. I softly slid my fingers down across her 
flat stomach, just grazing over her soft skin until I 
reached her tiny patch of pubic hair.

As my fingers moved around her pussy without actually 
touching it she moaned in frustration and lifted her 
ass off the bed in an attempt to be touched where she 
needed it most. But it was much too soon for that.

I continued to tease her this way, often touching 
nothing but the fine, almost invisible hairs that grew 
on her soft belly. She could feel little more than the 
heat from my fingers. It was driving her crazy and she 
was almost panting now. She began to beg me to touch 
her. She pleaded with me to stop teasing her and touch 
her pussy or her breasts. She was pulling at the chains 
holding her down and promising me anything if I would 
just stop tormenting her and touch her.

I would have liked to have drawn this out longer but I 
had been looking forward to this for far too long. I 
couldn't take any more of this teasing either. Not this 
time. The next time it would last much longer.

I leaned over and kissed her and she returned my kiss 
passionately. We kissed for a few minutes before I 
moved my lips down and began to nibble at her breasts. 
When I finally took one of her nipples into my mouth 
and began to bite it she screamed, "YES! Oh YES! Do 
that! Harder! Please don't stop!" and she came. It 
surprised her and she lay there regaining her composure 
and under her breath she was muttering something in her 
native language.

I smiled down at her, enjoying her pleasure. I have 
always found that causing a woman that much pleasure is 
an extremely erotic event. There is a feeling of power 
that you get as you watch her lose control because of 
what you are doing. It is quite a rush.

I wasn't anywhere near finished though. I began to kiss 
my way down her stomach and I moved down and settled 
between her long slender legs. Once I was comfortable I 
began to kiss and lick all around her pussy. Even 
though I had only touched it once, before we came 
upstairs to show her how wet she was, her pussy was 
swollen and throbbing as if she had just had sex. It 
was obviously begging for attention.

I avoided actually touching her there as I kissed all 
around the area and the frustration was building in her 
again. She was lifting her ass off of the bed and 
moaning and finally she could stand it no more. She 
screamed, "GOD DAMN YOU…FUCK ME!!! DO SOMETHING!!"

I chuckled and that just increased her level of 
frustration. She groaned loudly and her ass dropped 
back onto the bed and as soon as she did that I dipped 
my head down and ran my tongue through her soaking wet 
slit from the bottom all the way up through the opening 
to her vagina and across her clit.

She screamed wordlessly as my tongue touched her clit 
and she came again. I placed my mouth over her pussy 
then and stiffened my tongue and stuck it inside her 
pussy as far as I could. Then I started licking and 
sucking, enjoying the taste of her arousal as she 
stiffened and came several times, once more screaming 
wordlessly as she shuddered through one violent orgasm 
after another. Before she had time to catch her breath 
I was over her and I buried my cock inside her to the 
hilt.

I am never going to have a career in porn. My cock is 
only a little over seven inches long and no more than 
average in circumference. But I normally have a lot of 
staying power and I have to rely on style and substance 
more than size so I work at making it good for my 
partner.

Inga seemed to appreciate it. I started fucking her 
slowly at first. She pulled at her chains as I began to 
move in and out of her hot pussy and begged me to let 
her arms go so that she could hold me. There would be 
many times in the next two weeks that we would fuck 
without the chains. But the whole point of the chains 
and the blindfold were to make her feel helpless and 
free her to just enjoy getting fucked. The chains 
stayed on.

Inga continued to struggle with the chains as we 
fucked. I am pretty sure though, that if I had removed 
them she would have been disappointed. Whatever her 
true feelings about being in bondage she came twice 
more before I finally came inside of her.

I stayed inside of her until my cock was soft and 
enjoyed the heat from her tight pussy. I rested above 
her with my weight on my arms and looked down at her.

This girl was good! She made me feel like a teenager 
again. I was just about to roll off of her when she 
lifted her head and kissed my chest. I was all sweaty 
but it didn't bother her at all. She licked the sweat 
from my chest for a moment before I moved down and 
placed my lips on hers. We kissed like a couple of 
horny teenagers for a few minutes before I finally 
rolled off of her and sat on the side of the bed 
staring at her sexy body.

I glanced at the clock. I knew that she must be 
exhausted but I thought that it would be better if she 
stayed awake until at least eight this evening. Then 
she could sleep like a log for twelve hours and 
hopefully when she awoke tomorrow morning she would be 
less affected by the time difference.

I unfastened the cuffs on her feet but before I 
released her arms I ran my hands over her body. Her 
nipples were instantly hard and ready to play some 
more. I dipped my fingers into her pussy and scooped up 
some of my cum and her juices. I spread the slimy 
mixture around her nipples and began to squeeze them 
and pull on them. I moved back and forth between them 
at first, but then I began to concentrate on her left 
nipple.

She was moaning again and pulling at the chains that 
still restrained her arms. Her head began to rock back 
and forth and under her breath she was whispering, 
"Nein, bitte nicht mehr."

Then she said, "Please, I can't take anymore. I can't 
cum again."

She was wrong about that! She came again as I squeezed 
and pulled on her nipple and then I reached down and 
easily slid three fingers inside of her juicy pussy. 
She was so tight that I don't think I could have gotten 
another one in there. She opened her legs to let me in 
and then, as my thumb began to tease her oversensitive 
clit she came again.

I figured she had reached her limit then. I unfastened 
the cuffs on her wrists and finally I removed the 
blindfold. She had been in the dark for almost an hour 
and a half and she took a moment for her eyes to adjust 
to the light again.

When she could see my face she smiled and said, "That 
was wonderful."

I teased her nipple idly and said, "Sometimes it will 
be nice. Most of the time you are here it won't be. I 
am going to make you do things that you enjoy reading 
about but don't have the nerve to do. Sometimes I am 
going to hurt you. I am going to humiliate you and 
degrade you and then I am going to write a story about 
you and tell everyone that reads my stories what 
happened to the beautiful young woman from Germany that 
came to visit me. Maybe when I finish the story I will 
put your name and address at the end of the story so 
that anyone that wants to can come to your home and do 
what they want with you too."

I could see that the idea of that turned her on. The 
reality would suck. But she didn't know me well enough 
to know if I would actually do something like that and 
the idea that it was something I might do turned her 
on.

I got up and said, "Come on. Let's go take another 
shower. We're nasty."

This time it was a long, slow shower with lots of 
touching. I soaped her up and enjoyed the way my hands 
glided over her slick body. She was a lot of fun to 
soap up and I spent a lot of time making sure she was 
clean. She returned the favor and she wasn't shy about 
making me feel just as good as I had made her feel a 
moment ago.

The bed was a mess so we changed the sheets and then we 
went downstairs and got a cold drink. By the time we 
finished our drinks it was almost eight o'clock so I 
took her up and put her to bed.

I lay with her and held her until she was asleep. She 
was exhausted and it didn't take long. Once she was 
breathing deeply and I was sure that she was sound 
asleep I got back up and went down the hall to my 
computer room. I added a few pages to the story I was 
working on and went to bed at ten.

It was strange, going back into my bedroom and seeing 
that beautiful girl in my bed. Strange, but in a very 
nice way.

I took my shorts and t-shirt off and joined her in bed. 
She didn't even stir as I crawled in beside her. When 
my eyes adjusted to the dark I saw that she was smiling 
in her sleep. It made me wonder what she was dreaming 
about. I wondered too if she would be smiling in her 
sleep tomorrow night.

I let her sleep late in the morning and she didn't wake 
up until almost nine. I was up at a little after six. I 
went down and made coffee and read the Sunday paper and 
waited until I heard her get up and use the bathroom.

When I heard movement upstairs I went up and we took 
another shower together. I ordered her to dress in her 
nicest dress and I helped her pick out a nice set of 
underwear. She almost seemed disappointed that I was 
dressing her so conservatively. I had plans for her 
though and I thought that what I had planned would be 
more exciting if she started out dressed the way she 
was now.

I dressed in a pair of casual slacks and a sports shirt 
and we headed for a nice place with a great Sunday 
brunch. We took the car this time.

We were there early enough to get a seat out back on 
the deck overlooking the marsh. Inga got her first 
taste of the Southern delicacy known as grits. It had 
taken me years to develop a taste for them. The first 
few times that I tried them I thought that the box they 
came in had more flavor. Once you learn how to eat them 
though, they are really quite good if they are made 
right.

We finished our breakfast and relaxed over a cup of 
coffee for a few minutes. I was keeping my eye on the 
time. I had arranged to meet some friends and introduce 
them to Inga. When I told them that I was bringing them 
a beautiful young woman who was going to be my sex 
slave for the next two weeks and do anything that I 
wanted my friends were skeptical. But they were a group 
of horny old men, just like me, and they were willing 
to give me the benefit of the doubt.

I knew these guys pretty well. We are the core of a 
group who get together on weekends to go on bike rides. 
We traveled to bike rallies together or traveled to 
places with scenic roads or better yet twisty roads and 
we got together from time to time to watch a big race 
or a big game at someone's house.

I was the oldest of the group at sixty-one. There were 
a couple of the guys in their late forties but most 
were in their fifties. I was retired but the others all 
worked, all but two at blue collar jobs. Jim was an 
attorney and Gary was a Podiatrist. Owning a Harley has 
become an expensive hobby. You can't keep one and spend 
a lot of time collecting unemployment. I had paid 
nearly the price of a Cadillac for my newest Harley by 
the time you added the price of the accessories and the 
chrome.

When it was time I escorted Inga back out to the car 
and drove across town to Smitty's house. Smitty was one 
of the two divorced men in our group. It looked like 
everyone was there when I pulled up into the driveway. 
The others had come on bikes and the driveway was full 
of big, expensive Harleys.

As I pulled into the driveway Inga finally realized 
that this was not going to be just another Sunday for 
her. I escorted her to the door and Smitty let us in. 
As soon as we stepped inside I asked Smitty for a pair 
of his handcuffs. Smitty is a cop and has all the fun 
toys. He pulled a pair off of his police belt hanging 
by the door and I cuffed Inga's hands behind her back. 
She shivered in anticipation as I closed the cuffs over 
her wrists and she was helpless.

There were a few whistles of appreciation when I pulled 
Inga into the living room. I had told my friends that 
she was beautiful but I have to be honest, I wouldn't 
have believed me either. I brought Inga to the center 
of the room and said, "Gentlemen, as promised, this is 
Inga. She is visiting from Germany and for at least the 
next two weeks she is my slut. I fucked her pretty good 
last night and I may join in later. For now though I 
just want to watch. I don't care what you do to her as 
long as I don't see any blood. You guys help 
yourselves. I haven't fucked her ass but she has a real 
nice cunt. I haven't taught her how to deep throat yet 
so that's something that we can work on this afternoon 
if anyone feels like it."

There were five men sitting around the room and Smitty 
standing on the other side of Inga. They all seemed to 
be waiting for the punch line. Inga, who was about to 
have the first of her many fantasies come true looked 
nervous. She looked around the room quickly and then 
stared at the carpet in front of her and waited for the 
men do whatever they wanted to do with her.

It started to look like none of my friends had any 
balls. I knew they were still trying to figure out if I 
was pulling some kind of joke on them. I thought I 
might get things going if I did something to 
demonstrate that I was serious. I stepped over behind 
Inga and put my arms around her. I kissed the back of 
her neck and then I grabbed the front of her blouse and 
tore it open.

Buttons flew all around the room and Inga gasped in 
surprise. My friend's faces lit up as I pulled her 
blouse down off of her shoulders and left her standing 
with her demure bra exposed.

Now she stood helpless and surrounded by strange men in 
her bra and they all got up at once and formed a circle 
around her. Most of my friends were pretty large men 
and Inga must have been feeling pretty overwhelmed now.

I went to the kitchen and got a beer and took a seat 
out of the way. I saw her close her eyes and sigh as 
hands began to explore her body through her clothing. 
She was scared, but she was excited.

Jim, the attorney stepped away and came over to where I 
was seated. He leaned over and asked, "I'm all for a 
little gangbang Dave. I just want you to tell me that 
this isn't a rape."

I smiled at Jim and said, "She got on a plane yesterday 
morning and flew all of the way here to experience this 
sort of thing Jim. If you want I can show you some of 
her emails. She is nervous, but she hasn't said 'stop' 
has she?"

We both turned our attention back to Inga and I saw 
that her bra was now hanging from her elbows along with 
her blouse. I couldn't see her tits though. They were 
covered with large hands. As we watched, someone was 
pulling her skirt up and exposing her plain white 
panties.

I was watching her face when the first hand reached out 
and cupped her mound. She was trying hard to act like a 
victim of a gang rape. But I saw the pleasure on her 
face as my friends groped her roughly.

I had thought that I would just watch this afternoon. 
But I was getting a very uncomfortable bulge in my 
slacks and I guess I was going to have to become more 
actively involved. But for now I was enjoying the show.

Someone unfastened her skirt and it fell to the floor 
at her feet. Her panties followed in less than a 
minute. Fingers were now free to explore every part of 
her body and they did.

Inga looked like she was going to have her first orgasm 
very soon. She tried to hide it but it was obvious. 
Apparently the reality of being taken by a group of 
large bikers was just as exciting as the fantasy.

Smitty said, "Fuck this shit! These things are in the 
way." He pulled the key out of his pocket and unlocked 
the handcuffs and tossed them aside. As soon as they 
were gone someone roughly stripped off her blouse and 
bra.

Kyle turned her to face him and using her ponytail as a 
handle he turned her face up and kissed her roughly. 
She stood still, returning his kiss passionately as the 
hands of the rest of the men continued to grope and 
pinch and pull at her soft, sexy body.

I wasn't sure who pushed her to her knees but as soon 
as Kyle broke the kiss someone pushed her down and I 
heard zippers being pulled down. I could only catch 
glimpses of her between their legs now as my friends 
began stuffing their cocks in her mouth. I heard her 
struggling to handle all of that cock. She slurped 
loudly on them and several times I heard her gag and 
choke before Jerry called out, "Look at that shit! She 
did it! She's got that thing all the way down her 
fucking throat!"

As far as I could tell she never struggled with them. 
She kept her hands on the cocks of the men on either 
side of her while the man in front of her fucked her 
mouth and throat. They all took a turn and they all 
came down her throat or in her mouth. During the entire 
time that she submitted to my friends and allowed them 
to fuck her throat the three who were not fucking her 
face or getting their cocks played with had their hands 
all over her body.

Some of them were pretty rough but she never once 
complained. I saw her wince from time to time but she 
never asked them to stop.

By the time the last man had cum in her mouth the first 
few were hard again. She was pushed down on her hands 
and knees and Smitty dropped to his knees behind her. 
He pushed down on her back to adjust the angle and 
roughly forced his hard cock into her very wet pussy 
from behind.

Inga grunted as he slammed into her but she stayed in 
whatever position they put her in and let them do 
anything that they wanted to her. They fucked her, one 
after another, using her like a piece of fuck meat. It 
was just what she wanted, just what she needed. I 
watched her closely and I lost count of the number of 
times she reached orgasm.

She was getting pretty tired by the time the sixth man 
had fucked her. They took a lot longer this time around 
since they had already cum in her mouth. I don't think 
she came with the last two but still she didn't 
complain. She never said a word. She grunted in pain a 
few times. She had never been taken so roughly or by so 
many men at once and her body wasn't used to it.

She collapsed when the last of them finished fucking 
her. I had to call her name several times to get her 
attention. She finally looked up to see what I wanted 
and I said, "Crawl over here slut. I want to try out 
that mouth of yours now that you can suck a cock the 
way a slut is supposed to."

Inga groaned as she got up on her hands and knees. I 
watched her tits sway as she crawled across the room. 
Just before she got to my chair I stood up and opened 
my slacks and pulled them and my shorts down and 
stepped out of them. When I was naked below the waist I 
sat down.

Inga moved closer and took my cock into her mouth. She 
gripped me with her lips and slid her mouth down about 
half way. She groaned in pain and pulled back and tried 
again. This time her lips sank all the way to the base 
of my cock and I felt it slide into her throat. It was 
pretty amazing and I really enjoyed it. To be honest 
though, I think I got more pleasure from fucking her 
tight little pussy. This was exciting because it was 
hard for her. But her pussy was a better fuck.

She worked hard at my cock and I was pretty turned on 
from watching my first real live gangbang so I came 
pretty quickly. After I shot my cum into her mouth she 
swallowed and then just held my cock between her lips 
until it was soft. I patted her head and said, "Okay 
Inga. Go get yourself a beer and take a little break."

There was a look of gratitude on her face as she went 
to the kitchen and got a beer. By the time she came 
back into the room she had already gulped down half of 
the bottle. She put the bottle down on the table beside 
me and spoke for the first time since we had arrived.

She cleared her throat and said, "I need to use the 
toilet. I can't sit down like this."

Smitty said, "I'll take her."

He led her out of the living room and down the hallway. 
They had only been gone for a minute when I heard her 
cry out. A couple of minutes later Smitty came back 
into the room with a big smile on his face. He said, "I 
had to piss too. So I helped her rinse all that crap 
off of her pussy while she was sitting on the toilet. 
She'll be out after she takes a quick shower."

For about the next fifteen minutes or so, while Inga 
was taking a shower, I sat around and discussed her 
with my friends. I answered as few of their questions 
as possible. I did not tell them how we came to be in 
contact. I did not want them to know that we had met 
because she had read and been turned on by the stories 
I wrote and posted on the internet. I preferred the 
anonymity of the internet for a reason. Writing those 
nasty little stories is a very personal act. I am not 
ashamed of them. In fact, I think some of them are very 
well written and I am proud of them. But I wouldn't 
want it to be common knowledge among my biker friends 
that I was the person that was responsible for them.

I told my friends that she was just a normal, if very 
attractive young woman who had some kinky fantasies 
that she could not experience without the help of the 
right man. After talking with me for a while she 
decided that I was the right man. We worked it out so 
that she would visit me for two weeks and for those two 
weeks she was mine to do with as I pleased. I knew most 
of her fantasies and since the things that turned her 
on also turned me on I was pretty sure that we were 
going to have a good time.

I had just begun to tell them about what happened when 
we went out to eat yesterday when she came back into 
the room. Everyone looked up as she entered. She was 
blushing again. It looked very good on her.

For the next hour she served us drinks and spent time 
in everyone's lap being kissed and groped and molested. 
When she got back around to Smitty's lap he pulled her 
down and I saw her jump. His hand was between her 
thighs and I suspected that his finger was toying with 
her ass. My suspicion was confirmed when he turned to 
me and asked, "You did say when you came in that we 
could do anything we wanted as long as we didn't draw 
blood, right?"

I responded, "Yeah Smitty. You can fuck her ass. Just 
make sure you grease her up good and stretch her out a 
little. I don't want to have to take her to the 
emergency room when you're through fucking her."

He grinned and said, "I wouldn't want to hurt her man. 
I just want to try out that sweet ass."

He turned to Inga and asked, "How about it sweetheart, 
you've been fucked in the ass before haven't you?"

She nodded and answered, "Yes sir, a couple of times."

Smitty smiled and said, "You don't like it though, do 
you?"

She shook her head and said, "No. It hurts."

He stood her on her feet and said, "Wait right there. 
Don't move."

He got up and went down the hall and came back a moment 
later with a tube of lubricant in his hand. Gary saw 
what he had and asked, "Is that what you use on your 
boyfriend Smitty?"

After everyone chuckled at that Smitty replied, "No 
Gary. I never needed it with your sloppy ass."

I'm not sure which one of them came out ahead on that 
exchange.

Smitty sat back down in his chair and turned Inga 
around so that she was facing away from him. He ordered 
her to bend over and rest her hands on her knees. While 
she was getting into position he put some of the cold, 
greasy lubricant on his finger and after pausing to 
enjoy the view of her pretty ass for a second he 
reached out and pressed his finger against her anal 
opening and worked it inside.

She gasped when his finger entered her but she didn't 
move. We all watched as he worked his finger in and out 
of her for a minute or two. Then he pulled it out and 
repeated the process with two of his large fingers.

I was watching her face and I saw a mixture of 
emotions. She didn't like what he was doing but I'm 
pretty sure that the idea of what was happening to her 
now was turning her on. She was standing bent over and 
naked in a room full of older men and having her ass 
probed prior to having it fucked. This was a scene 
right out of her dirty mind and the more she didn't 
like it the more it would turn her on.

Smitty took his time. It was obvious that he was 
enjoying himself. You know how cops are. He worked at 
her ass with two fingers for a long time before he 
pulled out and repeated the process with three of his 
thick fingers. It hadn't been so bad with one finger 
and she had gotten used to two fingers fairly quickly. 
She was grunting with pain as he forced three fingers 
inside of her tight opening. It looked like his three 
fingers were quite a bit fatter than his cock though. 
When he finally did get around to sticking his dick in 
her it probably wouldn't be so bad.

I suspected that it wasn't going to be just Smitty 
though. The other guys were all watching eagerly. I 
doubted if all of them could cum again but I wouldn't 
be surprised if they all took a few minutes to stick 
their hard dicks in her just to see what it felt like.

Smitty finally got his three fingers in all the way to 
the hilt and he slowly worked them in and out of her 
tight hole. She grunted with every painful stroke. It 
was obvious that it was painful for her. But I have to 
give her credit, she never moved and she never asked 
him to stop.

Smitty stood up after a few minutes and handed the tube 
of lubricant to Inga. He kept his three fingers inside 
of her and ordered her to spread the lube on his cock. 
She struggled to keep her balance as she spread some of 
the grease in her hand and reached back and started 
rubbing it all over his hard cock.

When he was ready he finally pulled his fingers out of 
her ass and ordered her to her knees. She dropped down 
right in front of him and he went to his knees behind 
her. He pushed her head down to the carpet and ordered 
her to reach back and spread her ass open for him.

She groaned again. This time I think that it was from 
embarrassment. She reached back and spread the cheeks 
of her ass wide apart. He edged forward a little and 
pressed the head of his cock against her hole and 
grabbed her hips. He ordered her to push out with her 
ass muscles as if she was trying to take a crap and he 
started pushing.

It wasn't easy. He was applying a lot of force and she 
was groaning in pain but suddenly the head of his cock 
popped inside of her and slid in a couple of inches. 
Inga cried out in pain and Smitty sighed with pleasure.

Before he could push any more of his cock into, 
however, she pulled away and flipped over. She cried 
out, "No. I can't do that! It hurts me. I don't want to 
do that anymore."

Smitty grinned down at her and said, "You don't 
understand Inga. It isn't about what you want or what 
you like or what feels good to you. You are here to 
please us. You are here to amuse us and to do what 
turns us on. Now get back up so I can fuck you cute 
little ass."

Inga was scared but she stood her ground. She shook her 
head and said, "No! I won't let you!"

Smitty's grin just got bigger. He left the room and 
came back with some rope. He stood over Inga and said, 
"Last chance bitch."

She just shook her head and he reached down and grabbed 
a handful of her pony tail. He dragged across the floor 
to his coffee table and pushed her down over it. She 
was no match for that big man who, with his police 
training was used to subduing much bigger people than 
Inga.

He quickly had her tied face down across the table and 
now she was helpless. He dropped to his knees behind 
her and she tried to kick him but he deflected her weak 
attempt and smacked her ass so hard that the sound of 
it echoed through the room like a rifle shot. His cock 
was still hard and there was little doubt in my mind 
that subduing her like this had turned him on. He 
roughly began forcing his cock back into her ass and 
this time there was no escape for her.

She screamed in pain the first few times he forced his 
cock into her ass. But soon she gave up and once she 
relaxed I guess it wasn't so bad. She continued to 
grunt with every brutal thrust but she wasn't fighting 
him any longer.

I wasn't a big fan of ass fucking but, like the others, 
I was fascinated by the way his large cock was being 
forced inside of her tight little ass. As more and more 
of his cock slid inside of her he started sighing 
louder and swearing under his breath. Once he had it 
all the way in and was pounding away at her he started 
describing what it felt like for the rest of us. He 
raved about how hot her ass felt on his cock and how 
tight it was.

All the guys were getting turned on watching. Hell! I 
even got hard again. But I still wasn't all that 
interested in fucking her ass even if it was exciting 
to watch.

It took Smitty a long time to cum. We are a group of 
old farts and I imagine that it has been a long time 
since most of us came twice in one session. It has been 
years since I could get off three times and I'm just as 
virile as any of these guys.

It probably took Smitty twenty minutes to cum. By the 
time he filled her ass she was crying softly. He 
ignored that though. He gripped her hips and fucked her 
hard for about thirty seconds and then he swore loudly 
and came in her ass. He stayed inside of her until his 
cock went soft and her ass just kind of squeezed him 
out.

He got up and went around to her head. He grabbed her 
ponytail and pulled her head up and forced his cock 
into her mouth. She gagged a couple of times but she 
managed to suck him clean. He gave her plenty of time 
to suck his nasty cock clean and then he returned to 
his chair and began sucking on his beer.

Just as I expected, the other guys lined up and fucked 
her ass for a few minutes. A couple of them acted like 
they were cumming but I didn't believe it and the 
others didn't even bother to fake it. They just crammed 
their hard cocks into her ass and fucked her for a few 
minutes. Then they pulled out and forced her to suck 
them clean while the next man took his turn.

When they were done with her we left her tied up and 
helpless. She had cum dribbling out of her ass and her 
thighs were pretty nasty but even so she looked pretty 
hot like that.

I left her there for a while and then I untied her and 
sent her back to the bathroom to clean up and I told 
her to bring a towel out with her. I got us both a beer 
and when she returned I took the towel from her and 
spread it on my lap and pulled her down. When she was 
comfortable I handed her a cold beer and we sat around 
and shot the shit for a little while and drank Smitty's 
beer.

Inga was quiet but now that the ass fucking was over 
she seemed to have calmed down and accepted what had 
happened.

The guys all wanted to know when we could do it again 
and I suggested that we meet out at the river next 
Saturday. There was a place in the woods that we liked 
to go and have a fire and drink and tell lies. 
Sometimes we pitched tents and spent the night.

I suggested that we check the weather towards the end 
of the week and if it wasn't going to rain we could 
spend Saturday night and Sunday morning out there. 
Everyone thought that was a great idea and we talked 
about inviting a few more guys just to make it 
interesting.

I finally finished my beer and pushed Inga to her feet. 
I ordered her to go around to each of my friends and 
thank them for fucking her before we left.

She started with Jerry on my left and went around to 
each of the men. She stood in front of them and as they 
groped her she thanked them for fucking her as politely 
as possible.

When she got back around to me I told her to put her 
skirt and her blouse on. The buttons were all missing 
from her blouse so she had to tie it together under her 
tits. I held up her bra and panties and asked if anyone 
wanted any souvenirs. Most of the guys were married and 
didn't dare. Smitty was quick to jump up and grab them. 
He smiled and said, "I'm going to tack them up on the 
wall so everyone can see them. I'll get a picture of 
her later to hang up with them."

I said, "I'll make sure you do Smitty." Then we left.

Inga was walking a bit stiffly as we made our way out 
to the car. Once I pulled away from the house and 
headed back home I asked, "Well, was it as exciting as 
you thought it would be?"

She was slumped against her door with her eyes closed. 
She looked exhausted. When I spoke she opened her eyes 
and smiled. Then she said, "I thought they were going 
to fuck me to death. My ass hurts like hell. I hated 
it. And I loved it!"

I laughed at the way she responded. She sounded just as 
cute as she looked. I drove home and parked in the 
garage. We went inside and took a shower and I found 
some ointment for her ass. I made her stretch out on 
the bed and I applied it gently to her little back 
entrance. As I was working it in she asked, "Does it 
look okay?"

I said, "It looks good enough to eat. Or at least it 
would if it wasn't so greasy."

She moaned with pleasure as I worked the cream inside 
of her butt. When I was done she asked, "Why didn't you 
fuck my ass?"

I slapped her butt playfully and said, "I told you 
before, I love your ass. I love the way it looks and 
the way you react when I stick my tongue in it. But I 
like pussy. I don't see the point in fucking an asshole 
when there is a perfectly good cunt right there beside 
it. And you do have a perfect cunt."

She was starting feel relaxed and drowsy and I had 
plans for this evening so I let her take a nap while I 
went down and read the paper. I figured it would be a 
day or two before she was fully recovered from her trip 
and she had gotten quite a workout already today.

When she got up I made a light supper and we went back 
upstairs and got dressed. I picked out a miniskirt and 
a sheer blouse for her but I also let her put underwear 
on.

She was once more surprised when I let her dress like 
she might normally when she went out in the evening. 
She expected me to be dragging her around town half 
naked all the time. I explained to her that sometimes 
the fun is in undressing a fully dressed woman. 
Sometimes you want to savor the process.

She thought about what I said for a moment and then she 
smiled and said, "You mean it's all about the tease."

I smiled and said, "Sometimes."

We left the house at around 8:30 PM and I drove to a 
club I knew about. I had already talked to the manager 
and he was expecting us.

I parked in the back and went in through an unmarked 
door. Inga had no idea what was inside. We went up a 
dark hallway and into the front. Inga looked around and 
saw that the walls were covered with pictures of women 
in various stages of undress. Some of the shots were 
positively vulgar. A very few were quite good, artistic 
even. Most were just normal pictures of bored looking 
women undressing and posing nude.

A large black man looked up when we came in and smiled. 
He said, "Right on time! Does your friend know why she 
is here yet?"

I responded, "Nope, not a clue."

He came out from behind the counter and looked Inga 
over. She stood passively as he circled her and then 
tilted her head up and looked her in the face. She 
looked nervous. She still didn't know what kind of 
place this was or what was going to happen to her here.

The black man said, "Hey girl. My name is Al. I own 
this place."

After looking at her face and body he turned to me and 
said, "I could make a lot of fucking money with this 
broad. Look at that face!"

He looked down at her tits and then turned back to me 
and said, "Let's go into my office."

We went behind the counter and through a door into a 
small office. Just like the outer room the walls were 
covered with pictures of naked and nearly naked women. 
I liked it but I doubt if my wife would have let me do 
my computer room this way.

Al stood in front of his desk and leaned back against 
it. He pulled Inga in front of him and said, "Dave 
didn't tell you why you are here?"

Inga shook her head nervously.

Al smiled and said, "Let me explain then. But while I 
do that, I want you to get down and suck on my cock."

Inga had never had sex with a black man and she was 
nervous but I knew from our conversations on the 
internet that the idea of it, the idea of being taken 
by a black man, that was just the kind of thing that 
she didn't want to do. And it was just the kind of 
thing that would excite her for that very reason.

She dropped to her knees on the dirty rug in front of 
his desk and when he didn't move she unfastened Al's 
pants and pulled them and his shorts down to his knees. 
Al is a very dark skinned black man. His long, very fat 
cock was so black it was almost purple. He had a bit of 
a gut but his cock was big enough that it didn't 
matter.

Inga stared at his cock for a second or two. Then she 
took it in her hand and worked it while it grew to full 
length. It was impressive. She stared at it for a few 
moments and then began taking as much of it as she 
could into her mouth.

Al watched her for a minute and then he told her why 
she was here. "What I do here Inga, is I provide pretty 
young women for my customers to come in and take 
pictures of. I don't know how many men will be here for 
your set. It could be a half a dozen or it could be two 
dozen. It varies. You are going to go into one of the 
studios with the men and they will take some pictures 
of you. After a few minutes your blouse comes off and 
they take more pictures. Then your skirt comes off."

Inga was listening, but she was paying more attention 
to his large cock. She was having a very hard time 
trying to take it in her throat. She could only get 
about three inches of it in her mouth because it was so 
fat. She was trying though.

Al continued with his description of what was about to 
happen to her. "You pose in your underwear for a few 
minutes and then the bra comes off. Finally the panties 
come off. Some of the guys are going to want their 
pictures taken with you. If they do anything that is 
against the rules I will stop it. So you just go along 
with whatever happens in there. After you have posed 
for them in the nude for a while and they are all horny 
for your hot little cunt then they can decide if they 
want to pay the extra fee to fuck you."

Al was gripping her head and trying to force more of 
his fat cock into her mouth as he talked. He seemed to 
be having trouble concentrating though and from the 
sound of it I thought that he would cum before long.

He was a little breathless as he said, "They won't be 
taking pictures of you fucking them and sucking them. 
But I have cameras all around the room recording it and 
you'll get a copy of the DVD for a souvenir of your 
trip to America. The other copies will be on sale out 
front."

Al made one last attempt to get more of his cock into 
Inga's mouth and then he filled her mouth with cum. It 
must have been quite a load because she really had to 
struggle with it. She finally got it all down and then 
he let her get a little air before he made her hold his 
softening cock in her mouth while he finished telling 
her what was going to happen.

He reached down and patted her head and said, "Normally 
that would be the end of the evening for you. But we 
are going to have a special show after that. I have 
invited some of my friends and my better customers to a 
little performance that you are going to put on. It's 
going to be something that they don't get to see every 
day, especially with a sweet young thing like you, and 
I'm looking forward to it myself."

Al pushed Inga's head away and pulled his pants back up 
and fastened them. He said, "Now, I want you to go out 
into the lobby and let the customers get to know you. 
Answer their questions, make them feel comfortable. You 
get the idea, right?"

Inga got to her feet. There were tears streaming down 
her cheeks from the brutal face fuck. She wiped them 
away with her hands and looked around for a tissue. 
There weren't any evident so she wiped her hands on her 
skirt and looked down to make sure her clothing was 
clean and straight. Then she followed us out of the 
office.

I was surprised. I hadn't heard anyone come in. I guess 
I had been distracted. But there were nine men waiting 
quietly on the other side of the counter. They seemed 
to range in age from one guy that didn't look like he 
was eighteen yet all the way up to one guy that looked 
like he was in his seventies.

The men looked up when we came out of the office and Al 
said, "Gentlemen! Welcome! This sweet young thing is 
Inga. She is going to be our next model. I want you to 
make her feel comfortable. This is her first time and 
she is a little nervous. The next performance will 
start in about fifteen minutes."

He shoved Inga over to the center of the room and as 
the men turned their attention to her he said, "I 
wouldn't recommend that anyone kiss her just now. 
Unless you are wondering what my cum tastes like that 
is."

Inga was already as embarrassed as she could get. The 
remark seemed to make her cringe though. The men 
gathered around her. At first they just looked her 
over. Finally one of the older men put his arm around 
her shoulder in a friendly way and said hello. After 
she answered he heard her accent and asked her where 
she was from.

She told him and I saw her react when his hand came to 
rest on her tit as the others all watched. He squeezed 
her tit and asked, "This is your first time? What is a 
nice girl like you doing in a place like this? You 
don't look like a whore."

Her eyes got wide and she responded quickly, "I'm not a 
whore!"

The man squeezing her tit chuckled and said, "You are 
now bitch. Before very long we are all going to be 
fucking your sweet pussy or your mouth. And we are 
going to have to pay Al to do it. That makes you a 
whore. What did you think you were doing here?"

She was quiet for a moment and then she said, "I didn't 
know. My master brought me here. He didn't tell me 
why."

The man looked at her in disbelief and said, "You mean 
you've never sold your pussy before?"

She looked him right in the eye and said, "I certainly 
have not!"

He laughed and said, "I don't guess that matters. 
You're a whore now."

He took his hand off of her tit and his arm slid down 
her back. He rested his hand on her ass for a minute 
and then he reached lower and lifted her skirt enough 
that he could rest his hand on her panties.

Just then two more men came in and came to a sudden 
stop when they saw what was happening. They watched as 
the first man squeezed the cheek of the obviously 
uncomfortable Inga's ass while a man on the other side 
of her reached up and started playing with her tit. The 
two newcomers were forced to move when another man came 
in and then several more entered the room. As show time 
neared the room was beginning to fill up.

Al was finally satisfied with the size of the crowd and 
he stepped up to the counter and said, "Gentlemen. It's 
time to start. Is there anyone here that doesn't know 
the rules?"

No one spoke.

Al said, "Alright gentlemen. Get your wallets out."

Just then the phone rang and Al excused himself and 
went into his office. When he came out a few minutes 
later he went to the counter and held out his hand.

The men lined up at the counter and I counted them as 
they handed Al fifty dollars apiece. There were 
fourteen of them. I watched as the youngest of them 
came through the line. Even close up I didn't think he 
was eighteen but Al didn't say a word. He took the 
kid's money just like he did with all the others and 
then we all went down the hall to one of the studios.

When we were inside Al pointed out the three separate 
areas in the front of the room to Inga and said, "You 
start out there on the right in the living room set. 
You pose until the bell rings and then you take your 
blouse off. All you have to do is everything you are 
told and you'll do fine. Once you are naked you move to 
that fur rug on the raised dais in the center of the 
room and pose in any manner that the customers request 
until the bell rings again.

At that time you move to the bed on the left and do 
whatever they want…with no arguments. I don't want any 
complaints or I'll lose my sense of humor. Just do what 
you're told. And get that dazed look off of your 
fucking face bitch. I want to see some smiles."

The men were gathered around the living room set in the 
right hand corner of the room and Inga made her way 
through them to the set. The bell rang and she 
struggled to smile as the cameras came up and they 
started taking pictures.

They started giving her directions almost immediately. 
She was ordered to sit on the couch and spread her legs 
so that they could get pictures of her panty covered 
crotch. When everyone had a chance to get that picture 
she was made to get up on the couch on her hands and 
knees and permit pictures of her bra covered breasts as 
her blouse fell away. Unfortunately, it didn't fall 
open far enough so one of the men reached up and 
unfastened a couple of buttons until they were 
satisfied with the effect.

She was left in that position and someone else went up 
and pulled her skirt up over her ass, baring her panty 
covered ass for more pictures.

By the time they had all gotten that shot the bell rang 
and she straightened up and took her blouse off. I was 
standing in the back of the room enjoying the show and 
she glanced up at me nervously. I thought of how 
reluctant she had been to share her pictures with me on 
the internet. She was really uncomfortable with the 
idea of all of these men possessing pictures of her 
undressing and then nude. She was probably afraid that 
they would end up all over the internet and she was 
probably right. I didn't doubt that before she could 
return home to Germany her friends and co-workers would 
be able to find nude pictures of her on the net if they 
put a little effort into it.

Inga began to pose as the men directed her, now without 
her blouse. The men didn't exhibit a lot of imagination 
though and the poses were pretty much a repetition of 
the previous ones.

The bell rang again and Inga stood up and removed her 
skirt. The customers were getting more interested now 
and half way through this set a man from the group went 
up on the set and posed with her. He stood behind her 
and cupped her bra encased tits. After the men took 
several pictures he reached a hand down inside the 
front of her panties and cupped her pussy as more 
pictures were taken.

He was still up there when the bell rang again and he 
smiled and said, "Here, let me help you with that."

He unfastened her bra and slid it off of her tits. Now 
that she was posing in only her panties he rejoined the 
men and started taking pictures again. It was obvious 
that Inga hated this, especially the part about the 
pictures. But she didn't dare refuse anyone anything. 
They were constantly reminding her to smile and she 
kept trying. She wasn't very convincing, but she tried.

Half way to the next bell another man put his camera 
down and went up to pose with her. This time he was 
cupping her naked tits in his hand and roughly pinching 
and pulling on her nipples. He had his arms around her 
and he was grinding his groin against her as he leaned 
down and whispered something in her ear that made her 
even more nervous.

He stepped back when the bell rang again and someone in 
the group instructed Inga to turn her back to them and 
keep her legs straight as she bent down slowly and 
removed her panties.

She took a deep breath and obeyed.

When she had stepped out of her panties she was ordered 
to stay bent over and spread her legs farther apart. 
There were more pictures and then they told her to 
reach back and spread her ass cheeks open for them. 
Several minutes later I heard someone tell her to 
spread her pussy for them but Al interrupted.

He said, "Gentlemen, she is supposed to move to the fur 
for this next set. Inga, move over to the dais and pose 
on the fur."

I didn't see the point but Inga moved the short 
distance to the small raised dais and resumed posing as 
the men instructed her. This session lasted a little 
longer and there were no pauses to remove clothing. 
After several minutes different men began to hand their 
cameras to the others so that they could have their 
pictures taken with her. They all groped her freely and 
assumed some very compromising poses. One of the men 
even pulled his cock out of his pants and posed with it 
in Inga's mouth.

Al watched with a big smile for a few moments before he 
said, "Gentlemen, that's against the rules. Put your 
cock away man. You'll have to wait a few more minutes 
if you want a blowjob from the bitch."

Inga was forced to pose while getting groped by men 
from the group for about another ten minutes before the 
bell rang again. When the bell rang this time Al 
stepped forward. As he moved to the front he said, 
"Okay gents; please put your cameras away now. It's 
time for the part of the show you have all been waiting 
for. If you want to fuck her it's time to pay up. Since 
prostitution is illegal in this state I can't have you 
taking pictures of our new whore fucking you for money. 
Remember, you can fuck her pussy or her mouth. Her ass 
is off limits. If everyone gets a turn before the final 
bell rings then you can start going around again. But 
make sure that everyone has had a chance to fuck the 
bitch before you go for seconds."

Al took her by the arm and pulled her over to the bed 
and ordered her to get up on the bed on her hands and 
knees. As soon as she was in place Al stepped back and 
there was a crush of men shoving money into Al's hands 
and rushing over to try to be first to use her two 
available orifices.

It was fun to watch for the first few minutes but I 
couldn't really see her well enough to take pleasure 
from her discomfort and it very quickly got to be 
boring. I felt compelled to hang around and watch 
though. Just to make sure that no one hurt her. I 
hadn't thought to ask how long this would take when I 
set this all up earlier. Now I turned to Al and asked, 
"How long before the next bell rings?"

He responded, "For this many men I have to allow three 
hours. If I don't give them all enough time to fuck her 
at least once I'll lose customers."

Damn! I should have brought a book to read! It was only 
a little after ten now. Then I remembered that the 
special show we had talked about was supposed to take 
place after we were done in here.

Al saw the look on my face and laughed. He knew what I 
was thinking. He said, "I had to postpone the special 
show. That phone call I took before I brought everyone 
down here was from the handler. Some of the people 
couldn't make it, including the handler. I figured that 
since you are retired you would rather postpone it than 
hang around all fucking night anyway. I rescheduled for 
tomorrow evening at eight. Is that alright with you?"

I couldn't think of any reason I couldn't make it. I 
nodded. He was right. I had no desire to spend all 
fucking night here.

I turned my attention back to the sex show. There was 
the constant sound of flesh slapping flesh and the 
occasional moan from Inga as a new cock entered her or 
someone thrust into her body with more force than was 
necessary. Once in a while the crowd of men separated 
enough that I could see what was happening. She had 
tears in her eyes but I didn't know if that was a 
reaction to the cocks being shoved down her throat or 
if she was sorry she had made this trip or if she was 
in a lot of pain. She was not enjoying what was being 
done to her. But then, that was the point, wasn't it.

I noticed the cameras spread around the ceiling which 
covered the entire room and I had noticed that they 
would zoom in on the action from time to time. So I 
knew that there was a camera operator working to get 
some good shots. I asked Al how long it would be before 
they would have the DVD ready.

He said, "The guys have gotten pretty good at this. I 
can have a high quality DVD edited and packaged with 
cover art and credits ready for sale in twenty-four 
hours. I can probably have one ready for you when you 
come back tomorrow."

I nodded and said, "Two DVDs please. Inga should get 
one to take home with her."

Al said, "If I was you I'd keep the bitch around. 
That's some quality pussy you got there. A bitch that 
hot that does anything you tell her to do…that's worth 
holding on to."

I smiled and said, "I agree Al. I just don't think my 
wife would feel the same way about it when she gets 
home from her cruise."

I moved away from the wall and joined the group of men 
who were still swarming around Inga. I worked my way 
through the press of horny men and stood by the side of 
the bed. The man who was fucking her now was nearing 
orgasm and each violent thrust of his cock forced a 
grunt from Inga's cock filled mouth. When I moved 
closer I saw that there were streams of cum running 
down off of her chin and down her chest. Her thighs 
were coated with it already and her evening was only 
half over.

While I was standing by the side of the bed I heard one 
of the men complain to Al about how nasty she was. Al 
just laughed and responded, "Jesus man. It's a fucking 
gangbang. If you want some pristine pussy go home to 
your wife. Oh wait, I just remembered. If your wife 
would let you fuck her you wouldn't be here!" He 
laughed heartily at his customer's expense. The man 
said, "Fuck you Al," and turned and returned to the 
press of men watching and waiting their turn.

I watched as several of the men fucked her at either 
end. I began to get the impression that these guys 
weren't going to last anywhere near three hours. I 
thought this would all be over in two at the most.

Al called me back over to where he was leaning against 
the wall and said, "Since we are postponing the special 
until tomorrow, I have an idea for an ending to 
tonight's show that will spice it up a little and it 
will only take a couple of minutes. How about if we 
take her into the shower afterwards and anyone that 
wants to can piss on her? That will get most of the cum 
off of her. Do you have a problem with that?"

I smiled and said, "As long as I don't have to take her 
home like that it might be amusing."

I had been right about the men only lasting two hours 
and before long there was only one last man trying to 
get Inga to suck on his semi-hard cock. She was a 
fucking mess and I wouldn't have touched her if it had 
been me.

The customers started getting their stuff together to 
leave and Al called them over and told them what he had 
in mind for a finale. A few were grossed out and left. 
Most were amused and hung around after being assured 
that they would be allowed to photograph the event.

When the last man finally gave up and stepped away from 
the bed Al ordered Inga to her feet. She had collapsed 
onto the nasty, cum covered bed when finally left alone 
and now she rolled over and sat up with difficulty. She 
was unsteady on her feet but she was so covered in 
slime that no one wanted to help her. She supported 
herself against the side of the bed until she felt able 
to stand unassisted and then she turned to face Al.

Al ordered her to follow him and he walked to the door 
and went out into the hallway. She groaned and walked 
stiffly after him. She was holding onto her stomach and 
walking with her legs spread farther apart than normal 
as she waddled across the room and out the door.

I followed her and the rest of the men followed behind 
me talking quietly among themselves and laughing. They 
were still having a pretty good time. Al led the way to 
a large bathroom with an old claw-foot bathtub against 
one wall. Inga followed him in and as I entered behind 
her I looked up and noticed more cameras in the 
ceiling. Al must have every square inch of this place 
covered.

Al placed the plug in the tub's drain and ordered Inga 
to get inside and kneel. She still didn't know what was 
about to happen.

Inga had trouble lifting her leg high enough to get in 
the tub but on her second effort she managed to climb 
in and drop to her knees. She had a slightly vacant 
look on her face. She was following commands and 
complying without argument or complaint but she seemed 
to have gone somewhere else in her mind. She was about 
to be brought back to the present I suspect.

There was only room for four men at a time to stand at 
the tub. The nearest four men stood beside the tub and 
pulled their soft cocks out but Inga hardly seemed to 
notice. Not until the first stream of hot piss hit her 
right in the chest.

The men not pissing on her were crowded around trying 
to take pictures. They got some great shots when that 
first stream of piss hit her.

She screamed and looked up with a look on her face that 
was hard to interpret. It was somewhere between horror 
and dismay. But even this didn't cause her to rebel. 
She stayed on her knees with her hands at her sides 
while all four men directed streams of piss all over 
her head and her body. When the second group of men 
stepped forward one of them ordered her to lie on her 
back and hold her pussy open with her fingers.

She was crying loudly now but she reached between her 
legs and spread her vaginal lips open and held them 
there while four more streams of nasty piss covered her 
body from the hair on her head to her thighs. They 
aimed primarily for her face and her tits and her pussy 
but the cum that had oozed out of her pussy and was 
coating her thighs was also getting washed away.

The second group finally finished and the four 
remaining men stepped up to the side of the tub. One of 
them looked down at her, lying in piss a couple of 
inches deep now and said, "Open your mouth you stupid 
cunt. Your breath stinks. I have some mouthwash for 
you."

She was lying there, still holding her pussy open. She 
was sobbing more quietly now. She slowly opened her 
mouth and two of the last four men directed their 
entire streams into her mouth.

She didn't swallow it. I watched it swirl around her 
mouth and overflow and stream down her cheeks and over 
her chin. She was ordered to hold the last of it in her 
mouth when they finished and the men all came back up 
to the tub a few at a time and took pictures of her 
lying there in the piss from a dozen men.

When everyone had gotten all of the pictures that they 
wanted Al escorted them out. He led them out to the 
lobby, unlocked the door and after they left he locked 
up again.

I had been watching Inga. She hadn't moved except to 
finally spit out the last of the piss from her mouth. 
Well, she had moved actually. I noticed that she was no 
long holding her pussy open. She was rubbing it now.

She had her eyes closed to keep the piss from getting 
into them and I suspect that she thought that she was 
alone in the room. I don't think that she realized that 
I had stayed in the room and was watching her quietly 
to judge her reaction.

When the last of the customers had filed from the room 
and it was quiet she had turned her head and spit out 
the mouthful of piss and then her hands had released 
her swollen pussy lips. Now her fingers were rubbing 
her clit and squeezing it gently and her breathing had 
begun to get more labored.

Al finally came back into the room and I held my finger 
to my lips to indicate he should be quiet as he 
entered. He approached the tub and looked down at her 
and he almost laughed out loud when he realized that 
she was lying there covered in piss and masturbating.

He watched for a minute and then he pulled his cock out 
and let go another stream of hot piss right in her 
face. As soon as she felt it hit her face Inga opened 
her mouth again and her ass came up out of the piss in 
the bottom of the tub as her body went stiff and she 
had a huge orgasm.

I couldn't wait to see the expression on her face when 
I made her watch this on DVD later.

Al put his cock away and pulled the plug on the tub. He 
put a clean towel on a towel rack and ordered Inga to 
get up and take a shower.

We went out front and waited and I looked through some 
of the DVDs he had on sale. He had some interesting 
stuff but most of the girls were prostitutes and that 
kind of took the fun out of it for me. He showed me a 
few of his "special interest" DVD's that he didn't put 
on display though and I bought a couple of those.

I asked him which category Inga's movie would be in and 
he informed me that tonight's epic would be available 
to the general public. It would be on sale here in the 
club, at several local adult bookstores and on a couple 
of internet sites. Tomorrow's "special interest" movie 
would only be available to a special client list and a 
special interest web site to approved customers who 
were members of the site.

Inga finally came out. She was still naked. She 
couldn't find her clothes. She still looked kind of 
dazed. Al went out and came back with her skirt and 
blouse. Her underwear was missing.

She struggled into her clothes and I said goodnight to 
Al and he escorted us to the back door. I held the car 
door for Inga. She was still walking funny. I helped 
her into the car and drove home. When we got inside I 
made her a drink and brought her some Tylenol.

She had not said a word all the way home. She just 
stared out through her window and groaned when the car 
hit an occasional bump. When we got inside she walked 
stiffly to the couch. Before she sat down she felt the 
back of her skirt and asked, "Have you got a towel or 
something that I can sit on? I think my poor pussy is 
still dripping cum." I got her a towel from the 
downstairs bathroom and she sat down carefully. Her 
body had really taken a beating today. I guess it's a 
good thing that the last thing we had planned for her 
had been postponed.

I brought her the drink and the pills and she gulped 
them down. I sat near her in my chair and sipped my 
drink. It was late but we needed to unwind before we 
went to bed.

She had been staring blankly at the wall for a long 
time but finally she turned to look at me and said, 
"Fuck me! This has been a long damned day!"

I had to agree with that. For the most part I had only 
watched and I was exhausted.

We finished our drinks and I helped Inga up the stairs 
and into bed. We both fell asleep immediately.

The next morning we took a shower together and I 
dressed her in a t-shirt dress and took her out to 
breakfast. In case you are wondering I'm actually a 
very good cook. Unfortunately I am also lazy. I much 
prefer to have someone else cook my meals and clean up 
the kitchen. When my wife is home I do the cooking and 
she cleans up the kitchen. She can't even boil water 
without burning it. Friends have tried to convince me 
that she is just trying to get over on me. Trust me. 
I've eaten her cooking and her mother's cooking. 
Neither one could cook.

After breakfast we went to a big adult bookstore near 
the interstate. I figured it was too early for the 
locals. But I had noticed a lot of big rigs at this 
place at all hours of the day and night.

I wasn't disappointed. When I pulled up in front of the 
place there were a dozen eighteen wheelers parked in 
the back lot.

When I was in Germany they didn't have places like 
this. That was a long time ago but since Europeans are 
so much more mature about matters of sexuality I 
assumed they still didn't have places like this and 
that Inga wouldn't know what it was.

I escorted her inside and when she stepped in the door 
and saw what was on display all around her she came to 
a sudden stop. She looked around and then she looked at 
me questioningly. I just smiled and started looking 
around. I hadn't been in one of these places in a long 
time either. This was a far cry from the place I used 
to go to rent XXX movies when VCRs first went on the 
market.

There was row after row of the most obscene magazines 
and movies. I looked at a few of the movies. The women 
seemed to be much more attractive now but the movies 
sounded boring as hell.

There was a large selection of toys. There were some 
things for men but they seemed pretty silly. Most of 
the things on display were toys for women. There was 
also a small selection of slutty women's clothing. 
Mostly short shorts, miniskirts and t-shirts and crop 
tops with nasty things written on them. There was a 
selection of silly costumes like a French maid costume, 
that sort of thing.

As we moved through the store I noticed that we had 
attracted the attention of the male customers. That 
would be everyone in the store. There were ten or 
twelve guys following us around. They were keeping 
their distance but they were staying close enough to 
keep an eye on Inga.

I looked through the t-shirts and crop tops and picked 
out a few with nasty slogans written on them. I called 
out to the old guy behind the counter and asked if it 
would be alright if Inga tried a couple of these on.

It wasn't until he answered that I recognized his voice 
and knew who the clerk was. He had been on some of our 
rides with us. I didn't know him that well but we knew 
each other.

He responded that he would like to help me out but that 
he didn't have changing rooms. Not many of his 
customers were women.

I smiled and said, "That's no problem."

Then I ordered Inga to hand me her dress.

She must have known that it was coming. She didn't even 
hesitate. She reached down and pulled her little jersey 
dress up and over her head and handed it to me. I had 
to guess at her size. She looked like a small to me.

I handed her a t-shirt and while she was putting it on 
the men that had been standing nearby all gathered 
closer for a better look.

The t-shirt fit her perfectly. In big black letters it 
said, "It's Magically Delicious!!" and had a finger 
pointing down towards her pussy.

There was laughter from the audience. I told her to 
take it off and handed her another one. She slipped it 
on and then looked down to see what it said. In large 
letters across her tits it said, "Sex with strangers is 
better!"

I moved over to the display of crop tops and started 
looking at them. The first one I picked out said, "I 
got gangbanged…I loved it!"

Inga looked down and saw what it said and looked up at 
me and said, "I didn't like it that much!"

I found another that said, "OWNED!!" and one more that 
said, "I Swallow!"

She tried them both on and I took them up to the 
counter. I had the new tops in one hand and her little 
t-shirt dress in the other. I placed her tops on the 
counter and while Jake was ringing them up I asked 
about the movies in the back.

He told me that there was a small theater that was 
showing a movie. It was also showing on the TV over his 
head. I looked up and knew right away that I wasn't 
interested. He said that they also had a couple dozen 
booths in the back but that I would need to buy a 
minimum of five dollars worth of tokens if I wanted to 
go back there.

I opted for the peep shows and I paid for the tops and 
got the tokens. I left the clothes, including Inga's 
dress on the counter and told him that I'd pick them up 
on the way out. Then I grabbed the tokens and Inga 
followed me through the store to the door in back that 
led to the peep shows.

Jake buzzed me in and we came to a stop just inside and 
let our eyes adjust to the darkness. There was a long 
hallway with doors every five or six feet that led into 
small rooms that were about four feet deep by three 
feet wide. In the back of each booth was a small TV and 
in the middle of each one there was a single, straight 
back chair.

I had heard about these places but had never been in 
one before. I started down the aisle and looked in a 
couple of booths to see if they were all the same. They 
seemed to be.

I saw movement and realized for the first time that 
there were several men standing farther down the 
hallway watching us. I hadn't even seen them when I 
came in.

Just then the door behind me opened and the men that 
had been out front started coming in. With the 
additional light that shone in when the door opened I 
saw that there were a half a dozen men standing around.

I knew what went on in places like this but I wasn't 
sure how it worked exactly. I had heard that horny men 
came here and went into these booths and other men gave 
them blowjobs. I wasn't sure how it was determined who 
was going to do what to whom. In our case, however, I 
didn't think that would be a problem.

I went into the next booth that I came to and pulled 
Inga in after me and shut the door. There was a faint 
light coming from the small TV but it wasn't much. I 
felt around and found the slot for the tokens and fed a 
dozen of them into the slot.

I sat in the chair and pulled Inga into my lap and 
watched as the screen came to life and I saw a room 
full of black men lined up to have sex with a skuzzy 
looking blonde that must have been in her forties and 
was really in need of an exercise program.

Inga and I were both kind of grossed out by the movie. 
But just as I was about to see if I could change the 
channel I saw a light come on by my knee. I looked down 
and saw movement and then there was an eye at a large 
hole staring at Inga.

I told her to get on her knees by the hole and she slid 
out of my lap and dropped to her knees. As soon as her 
knees hit the floor she squeaked in revulsion and I 
asked her what was wrong.

She sounded like she was going to be sick when she 
replied, "Oh god! The floor is sticky! It's covered 
with cold cum!"

I chuckled and said, "Well, it's too late to worry 
about that now."

She shuddered and turned back towards the hole in the 
wall. The eye was still there. Inga turned back to me 
and asked, "What am I supposed to do now?"

Shit, I didn't know! I said, "I don't know, wait and 
see what he does."

The music and the fake moans and groans from all the 
movies playing around the room were so loud that I 
don't know if the guy could hear us. He glanced at me 
and then back at Inga and finally he got his nerve up 
and reached in through the hole.

Inga knew what was expected of her and she took the 
man's hand and guided it to her tits. Then she dropped 
her hands and let him play with them for a while.

I saw her jump after a few minutes and then look behind 
her. I hadn't even noticed that another hand was coming 
through a hole in the wall behind her and some guy had 
his hand on her ass.

I watched for a few minutes and just as I was getting 
bored with this the man that was playing with Inga's 
tits pulled his arm back through the hole. There was a 
short delay and then the head of his cock was placed 
just at the hole. I guess he was afraid to stick it in. 
I told Inga to lean down and kiss it and she leaned her 
face into the hole and licked the head of the man's 
cock.

As soon as she did that the rest of his cock came 
through the hole and she started practicing her newly 
learned deep throat skills again.

The hand that had been on her ass now reached between 
her legs and the man began to finger fuck her drooling 
pussy. I was surprised at how wet she had become. I 
could hear the guy's fingers sloshing around inside of 
her. I also heard Inga moaning around the cock in her 
mouth and throat and it wasn't long before I saw her 
gulping down his cum.

As soon as he pulled his cock out of the hole Inga 
wheeled around without being told and brought the 
fingers of the hand that had been pleasuring her to her 
mouth and sucked them clean. When she was done cleaning 
him she let his hand go and he pulled it back through 
the hole and his cock came through the hole in its 
place.

Inga immediately wrapped her lips around his cock and 
gave him the blowjob of his life. He didn't last much 
longer than the first man. She swallowed his load 
before very long and for the next hour or so she was 
kept busy sucking a steady line of men through the two 
holes.

When I finally let her stop she was worn out. Her jaw 
was sore and her throat was getting sore and for a few 
minutes she could hardly talk. I hadn't counted the men 
she had serviced but I imagine there were about a dozen 
of them.

It was pretty interesting at first but I started 
getting bored after a while. I hated to disappoint the 
other guys but I had all the peepshow action that I 
needed to last for the rest of my life. I felt sorry 
for those guys but shit, if I was that horny I think 
I'd rather beat my meat than stick my dick through a 
hole in the wall.

I pulled Inga up and we went out into the hallway. 
There were a half a dozen disappointed men out there 
but I wanted out of here. I asked one of the guys if 
there was a ladies room around and he said, "That's the 
only bathroom I know about."

He was pointing to a dimly lit room at the far end of 
the hall. I pulled Inga down past the men, all of whom 
took the opportunity to get a quick feel of her tits or 
her pussy or ass as she went by them.

I led her to the restroom and told her to clean up a 
little. She allowed a little cum to escape from her 
mouth a few times and it was clotting on her throat and 
her tits. But the biggest mess was her lower legs where 
she had been kneeling and spinning around in pools of 
old, cold, congealing puddles of cum on the floor of 
the booth.

She used damp paper towels to clean herself while a 
dozen men crowded the door to watch. She dried off with 
more paper towels and I led her back up the hallway. I 
stopped half way up and asked if anyone wanted the 
tokens I had left. I had only used about ten of them. I 
gave the rest away and went to the counter and let Inga 
put her dress on.

When she was ready I picked up the bag with her new 
tops in it and handed it to her and we left.

It was still early but she was going to need her 
strength for this evening so I drove us home so that 
she could get some rest.

As we were heading back through town she was looking 
out the window. I couldn't see her face so I wasn't 
sure how she was reacting to what had just happened.

We were half way home before she turned to me and said, 
"That was the most amazing thing! All those cocks with 
no man attached! What kind of place was that?!"

I told her what little I knew about those places. She 
was quiet for a while and then she said, "I wish we had 
those where I live."

I hadn't expected that reaction! This girl is a lot 
stronger than I thought. I suspected though that what 
she was going to face this evening was going to take 
some of the starch out of her.

When we got back to the house I sent her upstairs to 
take a shower. I got a cold beer out and went in to 
watch CNN for a while just to see if our idiot 
President had destroyed a little more of what little 
remained of our Constitution in the last couple of 
days.

I had just about finished my beer when Inga came back 
downstairs and came into the living room. She was still 
naked and it looked damned good on her. I had gotten 
pretty turned on watching her parade around naked and 
suck all those cocks a little while ago. Now that she 
was cleaned up I was ready to enjoy a little of that 
pussy.

I asked her if she wanted a drink. She looked at me and 
she knew what I wanted. She smiled and said, "Maybe 
later. I think you must have something else in mind 
right now."

Sometimes she was just a little too willing. She was 
harder to wear out than I expected. I got up and took 
her back up to the bedroom. She helped me undress and 
this time I didn't bother to tie her up or blindfold 
her. I got in bed beside her and we kissed and touched 
for a few minutes.

When my fingers made their way down to her hot cunt I 
was surprised at how wet she was. Then it occurred to 
me that she had provided a lot of men with orgasms this 
morning, but she had done it with her mouth. She had 
gotten off a few times from the fingers in her pussy 
but she was as primed to fuck as I was.

I moved over on top of her and teased her slit with my 
hard cock for a few moments. She smiled up at me and 
said, "God! You are such a fucking tease! If you were a 
girl you would be called a cock teaser. You're just as 
bad. Would you please put that thing in me?!"

I chuckled and said, "Well, I guess I have to fuck you 
now. I don't want to be known as a cunt tease."

I stopped sliding the head of my cock up and down her 
moist slit and she reached down and lined it up with 
the entrance to her hot little hole. When she had it in 
place I slowly started pushing it in, enjoying the heat 
as her body enveloped my hard cock. I continued to 
slide my cock into her very slowly until our pubic 
bones were touching and I had no more to give. I stayed 
like that for a moment. Those first few seconds after 
entering a woman's body are to be savored. That moist 
heat wrapping itself around the most sensitive part of 
your body cannot adequately be described. It was nearly 
as incredibly as that final moment when you achieve 
orgasm.

I started fucking her slowly at first and grinding my 
pubic bone against her at the bottom of every long, 
slow stroke. This time she had the use of her arms and 
legs and she wrapped them around me quickly.

She was a very active participant. She lifted her cunt 
up to meet every stroke and she lifted her head to kiss 
and lick me as we fucked. I didn't start picking up the 
pace until after she had her first orgasm. I watched 
her face as she cried out and her eyes closed. Her 
whole body wrapped itself around me for several long 
seconds.

As her orgasm passed she relaxed slightly and her eyes 
opened. She smiled up at me. God she is so beautiful! I 
felt her hard nipples rubbing against my chest and her 
cunt clasping my cock and I started fucking her harder 
until at the end it was a violent rape. She grunted 
with every savage stroke but her arms were still around 
me and her nails were digging into my back and she was 
just about to cum again when I felt my orgasm 
approaching and I began to fuck her even harder. When 
she felt my cock throbbing in her tight pussy she knew 
I was shooting her full of my hot cum and she came 
again.

We kissed for a few minutes after we came. I stayed 
over her, resting my weight on my arms as our sweaty 
bodies stayed connected at the groin. I finally rolled 
off of her and lay on my back beside her. She turned 
onto her side and rested her head on my shoulder. I 
wrapped my arm around her and she ran her hand over my 
body.

Neither of us spoke for a moment. We both felt 
comfortable together after such a short time together. 
She stretched up and kissed my cheek and said, "It is 
going to be very hard for me to go home when our time 
together is up."

I squeezed her and responded, "First of all, I may not 
let you leave. I may decide to keep you. Second, you 
are going to do things in the next twelve days that may 
change your mind. I'm still taking it easy on you."

She rested her head back on my shoulder and said, "It 
isn't that easy. It is what I have fantasized about and 
I am enjoying it. But it isn't easy."

She reached down and played with my soft cock. Then she 
said, "I have to go to the bathroom."

She started to get up and go into the bathroom and I 
decided that this would be a good time to try something 
else that I had been thinking about. I followed her in 
to the bathroom and stopped her when she headed for the 
toilet. I took her arm and led her to the walk-in 
shower and used a handful of her hair to guide her lips 
to my still very nasty cock.

She opened her mouth without a second thought and 
sucked on it until it started to get hard. When my cock 
was about half hard I pulled her up and turned her 
around and leaned her over. She rested her hands on the 
side of the shower and I spread her legs out and began 
to work my half hard cock into her dripping pussy.

Once I had it inside of her I said, "Okay Inga, you had 
to piss, piss now."

I felt her muscles straining to obey. It took a long 
time but finally she started to piss. It wasn't much of 
a stream at first but once she started it picked up 
quickly. Some of it ran down the underside of my cock 
and dripped down my balls and ran down my legs. I could 
feel the heat of it on my skin.

Most of it just sprayed out in a thick stream and 
splashed onto the floor of the shower at our feet.

Just before she finished I took my turn. I had been 
holding it in and when she started to piss it made me 
have to go even more. So I had no trouble unleashing a 
strong stream right up inside of her pussy.

She screamed when she felt it start to spray inside of 
her. She started to pull away but I grabbed her hips 
and held her in place. I couldn't feel it filling her 
warm cavity, but I felt it squirting out around my cock 
and running down our legs. I continued until the last 
drop of piss had entered her body. Then I felt her hot 
cunt milking my cock as if to try to get more liquid 
from it.

I started getting hard quickly and I took my hands away 
from her hips and grabbed her tits and held them, 
squeezing and pinching as I began to fuck her violently 
from the back. My stomach slapped into her ass loudly 
on every stroke and she grunted as if I was hitting 
her.

This fuck was even more violent than the one we had 
just enjoyed in my bed. We had both gotten so turned on 
by how nasty this was that we came very quickly.

This young woman was turning my sexual clock back 
years. I had fucked and been sucked off more since 
picking her up at the airport on Saturday then I had in 
the last three months before she arrived.

I pulled my cock out of her and turned the shower on. 
We washed each other thoroughly and after we dried off 
we went downstairs in the nude and had a cold beer. We 
sat at the table and talked about what had happened to 
her and how much like her fantasies it was. I was still 
curious about how she felt after experiencing some of 
the nasty things she had talked about in our internet 
conversations.

She said, "It is hard to explain. Some things I enjoy 
when they are happening. Others, the nastier things, I 
don't enjoy them when I am doing them. But I am turned 
on by the anticipation and the fear. After I have done 
those things and I think about what I did I get 
excited. Does that make sense?"

I nodded. I knew what she meant. Most of the fun of sex 
is in your mind. Sometimes the things you do are just 
to feed the fantasies. Her fantasies were going to get 
a big meal tonight.

We took it easy until it was time to get ready. I took 
her upstairs and dressed her in only a tiny wraparound 
miniskirt and a crop top that said, "Your wish is my 
command" across her tits. I dressed in jeans and a t-
shirt and we went downstairs. I made her a stiff drink 
and made her gulp it down and I gave her some Tylenol 
to take before we left.

She got nervous when she saw that I was preparing her 
for another rough night. I led her out to the garage 
but before I put her in the car I put the blindfold 
over her eyes and a leather strap around her waist that 
had two leather wrist cuffs attached to it. I fastened 
the cuffs around her wrists and she was helpless.

I helped her into the car and then I went around and 
got in on the driver's side. Before I started the car I 
reached over and pulled her top up, exposing her 
beautiful tits. I opened the garage door and headed 
back to the club where she had been photographed and 
gangbanged last night.

I parked in front this time and after pulling her crop 
top back into place I led Inga to the door. It was 
locked and there was a big closed sign on the door. I 
had to knock and wait for Al to come and open it for 
us.

He smiled when he saw Inga and he stepped back and let 
us in. He locked the door after us and never said a 
word. Inga still didn't know where she was.

Al motioned for me to follow him and he led the way 
down the hallway to a different room this time. As we 
neared the room I could hear a low murmur of muted 
conversation coming from within. When we entered the 
conversation came to a sudden stop.

I looked around the room. There were six rows of 
theater seats against the wall on our left and the back 
wall. They took up a large part of the room.

The seats were full and I was surprised at the 
appearance of the people I saw. They were all well 
dressed and appeared to be well-to-do and 
sophisticated. I was also surprised at how many people 
were here. It looked like at least a hundred people and 
even more surprising to me was that there were a large 
number of women in the group. I hadn't expected that.

Aside from the seating the room was empty but for a 
strange looking bench in the middle of the remaining 
empty floor space. It was padded and looked very 
substantial. There were several pivot points and it 
appeared to be almost infinitely adjustable.

A couple of normal looking people came in after us and 
Al pointed me towards a seat up front that had been 
reserved for me. I took my seat and watched as the 
couple that had come in took Inga to a far corner of 
the room and began whispering to her.

The conversation in the room never started back up. 
Everyone was quiet now that we were here and their 
attention was focused on Inga and the man and woman 
that had her in the corner whispering to her.

I saw Inga nod a few times but I didn't see her speak. 
I couldn't hear what they were saying to her. She 
looked very nervous though. That's hard to do with a 
blindfold on.

The couple spoke with Inga for several minutes before 
they pulled her back to the center of the room and 
stood her in front of the bench. The man removed her 
cuffs and the belt around her waist and as Inga's arms 
hung limp in front of her the woman lifted the crop top 
and carefully pulled it over her head without 
disturbing the blindfold. She pulled it off of Inga's 
arms and tossed it into the far corner.

There was a brief stir in the audience when Inga's tits 
were exposed and again when the woman untied the belt 
around her waist and pulled her skirt off and tossed it 
into the corner with her top.

The couple guided Inga around until she stood with her 
back to the bench and held her firmly as they laid her 
down on her back. They worked quickly to secure her to 
the bench. A strap went across her abdomen and her 
wrists and ankles were secured very quickly. Her 
ponytail was woven together with a short length of rope 
and secured under the bench. She was unable to move 
anything now but her fingers and toes.

The man placed a ring gag in her mouth and fastened it 
in place. It was at this point that they removed the 
blindfold. For the first time Inga saw the size of the 
audience. I doubt if she knew where she was though. Not 
that it would have mattered.

The man adjusted the bench while the woman ran her 
hands over Inga's body. She played with Inga's tits and 
teased her clit before she started dipping her fingers 
into Inga's pussy. When her fingers started coming out 
wet with moisture from Inga's increasing arousal the 
woman began to spread this moisture over her body. She 
coated Inga's pussy mound with the juices and then she 
began to coat her tits. When she was done there she 
spread the juices liberally over Inga's face.

The male half of the couple who were running the show 
now just stood back and watched until his female 
partner had coated Inga in her own juices to their 
satisfaction. Then he left the room. He returned a 
minute later leading a large, black, Great Dane.

There was flurry of whispered conversation as the dog 
came in but then everyone was quiet again. I looked up 
at the dog when it came in but mostly I just stared at 
Inga. I saw her straining to look at the audience. I 
assumed that she was looking for me. Our eyes never met 
though. I don't think that she could turn her head 
enough to see me.

The dog started getting excited as soon as he saw, and 
I suppose smelled, Inga. He immediately started 
straining at his leash and the man who was leading him 
let him go.

The dog rushed over to Inga and I got the impression 
that he had done this many times before. He headed 
right for her pussy and started lapping vigorously.

As soon as his tongue began licking her juices from her 
cunt Inga started groaning. We had discussed the 
possibility of her having sex with animals. She had 
thought about it but wasn't all that keen on the idea. 
She had certainly not imagined doing it with such a 
large audience.

This whole situation had kind of evolved gradually when 
I first started talking to Al about her. I had 
originally just planned to set her up for the photo 
session and gangbang that followed. But then we started 
talking about the DVDs he made and sold and that's how 
I found out that he sometimes put on these shows for a 
group of wealthy perverts. Not only did he make a large 
amount of money putting the show on. But the DVDs were 
big sellers on the internet. So, I let him talk me into 
the show.

I saw the dog's cock start to emerge from the hairy 
sheath of skin that normally covered it. It didn't come 
out very far though and I was surprised. I expected it 
to be much larger.

Once his cock started to grow he moved up over Inga's 
body until he reached her tits. He smelled her juices 
there and paused to lick her tits and as he did that 
his hindquarters were beginning to hunch as if he were 
already inside of her.

He didn't stay there long though. He moved up over her 
and as he reached her face his cock came into contact 
with her crotch. He started stabbing at her blindly 
while his tongue began to cover her face, cleaning off 
more of her juices. She was unable to move her head or 
close her mouth and his tongue seemed to fill her mouth 
over and over while his cock was stabbing at her, 
trying to find her opening.

I noticed that his cock had begun to grow again and 
there was a stream of liquid coming from him. I assume 
it was lubricant but there was an awful lot of it.

As soon as the dog's cock entered her he began to fuck 
her violently. His hips were moving so fast it was hard 
to follow. Inga was grunting as he fucked her. It 
looked as though it must be quite painful.

I tried to keep my eyes on the dog's fast moving cock 
to see what she was dealing with. It had been pink at 
first, but it was becoming dark red and it was growing 
huge. It was more than twice as fat as any cock I had 
ever seen and it must have been at least ten inches 
long. I saw the knot growing at the base of it. I knew 
that dog's inserted that knot into the bitch when they 
mated but I didn't think there was any way that was 
going into Inga.

I was wrong. I saw Inga tense up and heard her scream 
into the dog's mouth as he took one last violent stroke 
and buried that knot in her pussy. As soon as it was 
inside of her he stopped moving. I saw the dog 
shivering as he stood over her. I assumed that he was 
cumming inside of her now.

He was no longer actively licking her face but his 
tongue lolled out of his mouth and dripped a large 
amount of saliva all over her face, including into her 
mouth.

The crowd around me was mostly quiet. There was an 
occasional whisper but no one spoke out loud. I saw a 
lot of people with their hands in other people's laps 
though.

The Great Dane stayed tied with Inga for a very long 
time. I hadn't thought to time it but I would estimate 
that they stayed like that for close to twenty minutes 
before he started trying to pull his cock free.

He started trying to back away but apparently his knot 
was still firmly wedged inside of Inga. She screamed in 
pain and the dog stopped pulling for a few minutes. He 
tried twice more and finally he stepped over her and 
stood with his hindquarters pressed against her crotch 
and his large cock still buried inside of her. They 
stayed like that for several more minutes. He tried to 
pull free every couple of minutes and each time he 
tried Inga cried out. But finally he pulled free. He 
turned around and sniffed at her pussy, gave it a quick 
lick and then trotted off.

Inga went limp on the bench. I think she assumed that 
her ordeal was over.

The man who had brought the dog out grabbed his leash 
and led him out of the room. He was gone for a couple 
of minutes before he returned with another Great Dane. 
This one seemed to be a little smaller. He was black 
and white and he must have known that something was 
going on in here because his cock was already starting 
to emerge from the sheath that contained it.

I heard Inga groan as the dog came prancing into the 
room. She expected to be fucked again by another large 
dog. She was in for another surprise. The handler 
didn't let the dog go this time. He let the dog get 
between her legs and it saw her pussy and smelled the 
smell of sex and started getting all excited and 
pulling at the leash. But this time the man held on and 
when he thought the dog was excited enough he pulled 
him out from between Inga's legs and let him around to 
her head.

The female half of the team adjusted the headrest on 
the bench and lowered Inga's head. Then she helped the 
man turn the dog around so that its ass was right in 
Inga's face. I didn't know what the hell they were 
doing now.

I watched as the woman reached under the dog and began 
to stroke its rapidly growing cock. As soon as his cock 
was hard she reached between his hind legs and pulled 
his cock out so that it was pointed right at Inga's 
mouth.

His cock was already beginning to leak that steady 
stream of what I assumed was lubricant. Inga looked 
frantic as the woman guided the dog's cock to her mouth 
and through the ring that held her mouth wide open.

The dog settled down when he felt his cock plunging 
into Inga's mouth and I watched it grow rapidly. I 
couldn't tell how long it was but it looked as fat as 
the first one had been and if it wasn't as long then it 
didn't miss by much.

I saw Inga choking on the cock and the liquid streaming 
out of it and down her throat. I watched the woman who 
was still holding the dog's cock at the base and 
keeping it in Inga's mouth kneel down and whisper 
something to Inga.

Inga seemed to struggle a little longer but then she 
relaxed and that big dog cock slid right down her 
throat! Out of the corner of my eye I saw movement in 
the audience and I looked around discreetly. I saw that 
quite a few of the women had turned their heads away. 
Not the men though. They were watching eagerly.

After a few minutes the women began to turn back and 
watch with something between revulsion and fascination, 
but they watched.

It didn't last as long this time. The dog's knot was 
under the control of the female handler who never let 
it out of her hand. She held onto him until he was 
finished and pulled away.

The male half of the dog handling team led the dog 
away. Inga choked and gagged a little but managed to 
keep down the large deposit the dog had just made in 
her stomach.

I heard Inga mumble something unintelligible and the 
woman just grinned and ignored her. She waited for 
Inga's breathing to return to normal and then she moved 
around between Inga's legs and reached down and picked 
up a container that was attached to the bench between 
her legs.

The woman looked up at the audience and smiled and then 
carried the cup around to show the audience that it had 
collected the first dog's cum as it drained out of 
Inga's pussy. I was surprised at the amount. There must 
have been at least half a cup of liquid in that cup.

She went back to Inga and adjusted the headrest on the 
bench again. When Inga's head was once more horizontal 
she picked the cup up off the floor and began to slowly 
pour it into her mouth.

Inga refused to swallow at first but I heard the woman 
when she said, "If you don't swallow on your own I am 
going to have to pinch your nose closed until you do. 
You might as well do as you're told slave."

She waited until Inga swallowed her mouthful and poured 
the rest in slowly until Inga had swallowed it all. She 
had to stop now and then while Inga gagged and choked. 
But eventually she swallowed it all.

This time I was the one that was surprised to find that 
the show wasn't over. I suppose these people had paid a 
lot of money for this spectacle. They were going to 
want to get their money's worth of perversion. But what 
happened next surprised even me. Al hadn't mentioned 
this part of the show.

The trainer came back into the room leading another 
animal. A pony! It was one of those miniature ponies, 
only slightly taller but much wider than the two Great 
Danes that had just enjoyed Inga's company. It looked 
like it might be hard to control once it got carried 
away. I looked at Al who was standing in the corner by 
the door. He gave me a look that said everything was 
going to be okay. I hoped so because there was no way I 
could take on all these guys if I wanted to stop the 
show and they wanted it to go on.

The male trainer led the pony over to Inga and I saw 
the look of fear in her eyes. I didn't blame her. The 
pony began to sniff and lick Inga's body and the smell 
of sex was having an effect. I saw his already large 
cock begin to grow. It was nothing like you might 
expect from a full sized horse but it was a good 
fourteen inches long and even fatter than the dog cocks 
had been.

While the pony was licking Inga's abused body the 
female trainer began working on the foot of the bench. 
She was pulling some kind of device out of the end and 
connecting it just beyond Inga's knees. As I watched I 
realized that it would act as a restraint so that the 
pony couldn't apply too much force when he was fucking 
her. His legs would be held back by the device so that 
he couldn't put his entire weight behind his fuck 
strokes.

When the woman was done she went over and pushed the 
pony's hindquarters around so that the animal's cock 
was hanging right in Inga's face. The male trainer held 
the pony in place with the bridle while the female 
trainer bent down and guided its cock to Inga's mouth 
which was still being held open by the ring in her 
teeth.

The woman rubbed the tip of the pony's cock all over 
Inga's face before she guided the tip of the cock to 
the ring and allowed several inches of it to enter 
Inga's mouth. The pony stiffened up and shivered as his 
cock entered her mouth. But he was being restrained by 
both trainers and the woman only allowed so much of the 
cock into Inga's mouth.

I noticed that the cock was growing stiff now, though 
it didn't seem to be growing any longer. The female was 
massaging it as Inga was forced to deal with the three 
or four inches in her mouth. When the trainer was 
satisfied that the pony's cock was hard enough they 
quickly repositioned him over Inga.

Inga was making incomprehensible noises, but she was 
totally incapable of movement and could only lie there 
on her back and wait for the inevitable.

The couple led the pony right up over Inga and the 
woman guided his large cock into her pussy. The animal 
whinnied when his cock was swallowed up by Inga's hot, 
wet cunt. The woman stepped away but the man stayed in 
place and held onto the pony's halter.

As soon as his cock was buried in her pussy the pony 
began to fuck her hard. I think the only reason that it 
didn't kill Inga was the device attached to the foot of 
the bench she was attached to. It prevented the pony 
from getting closer and forcing the entire length of 
his cock inside of her.

The pony's forceful thrusts were scary to watch though. 
Inga looked so fragile underneath its body and even 
though the pony was making a lot of noise and Inga was 
gagged her fearful groans and her grunts of pain could 
still be clearly heard.

I glanced around the room again and none of the women 
were turning away now. They were staring in 
astonishment.

I turned back to Inga and watched that beast rape her 
for a very long time. It was scary. But it got even 
scarier at the end. The violence of those final thrusts 
before he filled her with his cum were impossible to 
describe. If not for that restraint restricting the 
animal's motion this would have surely killed her.

The animal finally came to a stop and after a pause the 
trainer backed him out from between Inga's legs. They 
still weren't done though. The male trainer held him to 
the side while the female trainer whispered something 
in Inga's ear.

I saw Inga nod her head almost imperceptibly. She 
didn't have much freedom of motion. Whatever the woman 
had asked her though it was obvious that she had given 
her assent.

The female trainer smiled and removed the ring that had 
been holding Inga's jaws open for so long. Then she 
stepped back and as Inga worked her jaw around to make 
sure that she still had the use of it the trainers led 
the pony back over her face and Inga took his soft, 
slimy, but still very long cock into her mouth and 
sucked it enthusiastically, as if sucking the cock of 
her lover.

We all watched as she sucked the end of the animal's 
cock clean and then, when the trainer finally freed her 
head she licked the rest of the cock clean. While Inga 
was licking the pony's cock the female trainer once 
more removed the cup from the bench between Inga's 
legs. She once more circled the room showing everyone 
that the cup contained what appeared to be nearly a cup 
of the animal's cum.

This time I thought that I was going to be sick. But I 
couldn't bring myself to turn away when the trainer 
returned to Inga. The man pulled the pony away and the 
woman held the cup to her lips. She tipped it up slowly 
and we all watched as Inga slowly drank it down.

When she had finished her drink the trainers left the 
room and Al stepped forward and announced that the show 
was over. He thanked everyone for coming and told them 
that they would be notified when the DVD's were ready 
for pickup. The crowd finally started leaving slowly. 
There were a few hushed conversations but for such a 
large crowd they were remarkably quiet. Most of them 
stopped to take a closer look at Inga before leaving. 
No one touched her, but most of them stopped to look at 
her beautiful body and her face which despite the 
horror she had just experienced was still obviously 
that of a beautiful woman.

I noticed that the women often looked to see what her 
pussy looked like after what she had been through, but 
they more often looked into her eyes. I think that they 
were trying to imagine why a beautiful woman like Inga 
would do such a thing.

When everyone else had left I went over and finished 
removing her restraints. I helped her to sit up and she 
groaned in pain as I moved her.

Al came over and said, "She'll be sore for a couple of 
days. But don't worry, she's okay. This isn't the first 
time we have done this. Before you leave I have a cream 
to give you. Put it on her pussy every couple of hours 
and she'll be good as new in two days. I promise."

I was feeling kind of guilty. I hadn't known that it 
was going to be this bad. I was also feeling a little 
guilty because I realized that if Al had told me what 
was going to happen I probably would have let him do 
it, once he assured me there would be no lasting 
damage.

I went over and picked up Inga's clothing and dressed 
her carefully. I asked Al for a towel. Her pussy was 
still leaking. He left and came back with the DVD from 
last night, a towel and an unmarked tin containing some 
kind of ointment.

I looked at him questioningly and he just shrugged and 
said, "I don't know. The people with the horse gave it 
to me. They swear by it though."

I ended up having to carry Inga out to the car. I put 
the towel on the seat and then I strapped her in. I 
drove home and carried her right up to the bedroom. She 
never said a word. In fact, she hadn't spoken since we 
left the house at a little after seven. It was now 
almost midnight. The show must have lasted more than 
three hours. That's a long time to be raped by animals.

I stood her up at the sink and put toothpaste on her 
toothbrush and handed it to her. While she brushed her 
teeth I started the hot water in the shower running. 
When she finished brushing her teeth and rinsing her 
mouth out I put her down in the shower and let her sit 
on the bench while I soaped her up and rinsed her off. 
She seemed to have finally stopped leaking animal cum 
but just to be safe I put a clean towel under her 
before I put her in bed.

Once she was comfortable I spread the ointment around 
and in her pussy. I was shocked to see that except for 
being red and a little swollen it looked just like it 
did when she got off the plane on Saturday morning! It 
wasn't stretched out or hanging down or even noticeably 
loose.

Whatever that stuff was it worked fast. As soon as I 
spread it around her pussy she sighed with relief. I 
wiped my hands and said, "I'm going down and get you a 
drink and some pain pills. Do you want anything else?"

She shook her head slightly.

I went down and poured us both strong drinks and took 
them upstairs, along with a bottle of Tylenol.

I handed her the drink and started to get her some 
pills out but she reached out her hand and stopped me. 
She shook her head and sipped at her drink.

I was sitting beside her and it was bothering me that 
she still hadn't spoken. I finally said, "I'm sorry 
Inga. I didn't know about the pony. To be honest, if I 
had known I might have let them do it. But I didn't 
know. Are you alright?"

She grinned wryly and finally spoke. "Yes. I'm okay. 
Wanna fuck?"

I kissed her forehead and said, "Quit fucking around. 
Are you alright?"

She nodded and said, "That cream really works."

She saw the concern in my face and she smiled and said, 
"It was a dream come true Dave. This is the kind of 
stuff we talked about when we chatted on the internet. 
I didn't come all the way to visit you just so that we 
could make love. But please, no more ponies."

I held her hand and said, "You told me to ignore you if 
you asked to be spared."

She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then she 
said, "You now, it was scary as hell. But it really 
wasn't that bad. His cock was big but he couldn't get 
it all in me and after a few minutes it was bearable. 
The worst part was when that fucking bitch made me 
drink that crap out of that damned cup! God that was 
gross!"

I chuckled and said, "Yeah, I thought I was going to 
throw up."

She laughed but the movement hurt her stomach. She 
clutched her stomach and groaned. Then she said, "I 
hate to admit it, but as nasty as it was dog and horse 
cum doesn't taste as bad as a man's cum. There was just 
so damned much of it. I don't mean I liked the taste. 
It was nasty. But it was mild compared to the men I 
have tasted. If you tell me to do it again I will. But 
I would really appreciate it if there were no more 
ponies in my life."

Damn! Isn't she something!

I asked her if she wanted another drink and she 
answered, "I would really like a glass of water 
please."

I went down and got her a glass of ice water and then I 
got in bed beside her. She took a couple of sips she 
put the glass down and I leaned over and kissed her.

She said, "I can't believe you'd kiss me after what you 
saw tonight."

I smiled and asked, "Why, did you keep some of that 
horse cock in there for later?"

She smiled and said, "Ass hole! You know damn well that 
most men wouldn't kiss a woman after they watched her 
do what I did tonight."

I laughed lightly and said, "Maybe, but we have already 
established that I'm as big a pervert as you are. What 
the hell, you brushed your teeth."

I would have held her in my arms while she went to 
sleep but I was afraid to move her. She was still in a 
lot of pain. If her stomach wasn't feeling better in 
the morning I might need to take her to the doctor. I 
don't know how we would explain what happened to her 
though.

Fortunately she felt much better in the morning. I gave 
her the day off to recuperate and in the afternoon I 
dressed her up in not much of anything and we went out 
for an early supper. She felt better after walking 
around a little and being taken out in a sexy little 
skirt and a crop top took her mind off of her aches and 
pains and returned it to the purpose of her visit.

I stopped at the camera club on the way home from 
supper and picked up two copies of the DVD. Then I 
drove home and we got comfortable on the couch. I 
undressed and I ordered Inga to strip and once she was 
stretched out with her head in my lap I started the 
first DVD.

It got off to a slow start. Al had included the first 
fifteen minutes or so in the front lobby that was 
mainly just Inga answering embarrassing questions and 
allowing some of the men to grope her through her 
clothing.

Things got more interesting when we got to the next 
scene. As we watched what had happened to her that 
evening she took my cock into her mouth without being 
asked and held it between her lips. She teased me with 
her tongue but her attention was focused on the 
television and watching how she had been used and 
abused by all of those men. I cupped her tit in my hand 
and held it gently while we watched.

Inga had an obvious conflict when faced with the 
reality of all of those men now having pictures of her 
in the nude. She was both embarrassed and excited that 
all of those men of every description were lusting 
after her and that the event was captured on film made 
it even more exciting. The fact that she had no control 
over the distribution of those photos made it even more 
exciting still.

When the DVD reached the scene where the men had put 
their cameras down and joined her on the bed after 
paying Al to have sex with her she started playing with 
her pussy and sucking on my cock with much more 
enthusiasm. I had to stop her several times. I wasn't 
ready to cum yet. I wanted to wait until the final 
scene.

When all of the men had had their turn fucking Inga and 
the scene moved to the bathroom she groaned. It was as 
if she had forgotten about this final humiliation. She 
stared in awe as the men stood at the side of the tub 
and she moaned and sucked my cock hard as we watched 
the streams of hot piss wash over her face and body.

I managed to hold off until the last group of men was 
pissing on her before I came in her mouth. When my cum 
hit the back of her throat she groaned loudly and 
rubbed her pussy a little faster and before I stopped 
shooting my cum in her mouth she was having an orgasm 
too.

I was surprised that she could achieve orgasm after the 
abuse she had suffered yesterday. It looked like she 
was going to be recovered enough for what I had planned 
for her tomorrow.

I got up and put the second DVD into the player and 
returned to my seat. As soon as I sat down Inga took my 
cock back into her mouth and I started the second DVD. 
This one started with Al opening the door to his club 
and leading us down to the large room full of people 
waiting for Inga and the show she was about to be 
forced to put on.

I noticed that the camera carefully avoided showing the 
members of the audience. From the time I turned Inga 
over to the two animal trainers they and the animals 
were the only ones on screen. It was obvious from the 
occasional loud gasps that there was a large audience. 
But we never saw their faces.

I glanced at the TV screen from time to time as the DVD 
played. But for most of the next three hours I watched 
Inga's face. She watched the events unfold as if she 
had no idea what was going to happen. She gasped when 
she saw that first large dog enter the room and she 
shuddered when it began to lick its way up her body.

It's too bad that I hadn't thought to have a movie 
camera pointed at Inga's face while she watched the 
events of last night playing out on the TV. Her 
reactions were priceless.

When the DVD came to the part where they brought the 
pony into the room Inga completely forgot that my cock 
was in her mouth. She stared at the screen as her body 
was raped by that large animal and when it came to the 
end where she drank down the cup of cum that had been 
collected in that cup she actually had an orgasm as she 
watched. And she wasn't even touching herself! What a 
fucking pervert! I was beginning to think that I had 
found the perfect woman.

After she came she was embarrassed at her own reaction. 
She seemed to suddenly realize that she had my hard 
cock in her mouth and she concentrated her efforts on 
getting me off again. She had gotten very good at 
sucking cock in the last few days and I was turned on 
from watching her watch her own movie. So I came very 
quickly once she put a little effort into it.

After she swallowed my cum she let my cock slip from 
her mouth and she whispered, "That was disgusting!"

I smiled and replied, "Yes. But you had an orgasm 
watching it."

Still in a whisper she responded, "Yes. I did."

She seemed to be nearly totally recovered already. I 
figured it was time for her to start waiting on me 
instead of the other way around. I ordered her to go 
and make us both a drink.

She kissed my soft cock and sat up. She sat beside me 
with her hand on my thigh for a moment and looked at 
me. I wasn't quite sure what I was seeing in her face. 
After a few moments she smiled and said, "Yes master." 
Then she got up and went to make us each a drink.

When she returned I pulled her into my lap and we sat 
there sipping our drinks in silence while I teased her 
sweet body with my fingers. I took an ice cube out of 
my glass and she gasped when I touched it to her 
nipple. I amused myself by running it all over her 
nipples until it was just about half melted and then I 
slid it down over her stomach to her amazing little 
pussy. Her eyes got big and she screamed as I pushed it 
inside of her.

She couldn't sit still but I held her in place and kept 
my hand over her pussy so that she couldn't push the 
ice cube out. I let it melt inside of her and then I 
swallowed the last of my drink and stood up.

Inga screamed again as I picked her up and tossed her 
over my shoulder. I suppose that she was not used to 
being manhandled but she seemed very light. I carried 
her up to bed and tossed her down on the mattress. Then 
I got between her legs and there was no teasing this 
time. I put my lips over her pussy and licked and 
sucked and nibbled at her drooling pussy until she 
came.

After she came I lifted her legs and pushed them up to 
press against her tits. Her pretty ass was now exposed 
and I ran my tongue all the way up through the crack. 
She shivered with pleasure and I did that twice more 
before I began to concentrate on the sensitive pink 
little hole between her cheeks. Her hands grabbed fists 
full of the bedspread and her body shivered and 
quivered as I stiffened my tongue and began to force it 
into her opening.

I worked at her tight little asshole with my tongue for 
several minutes before I slid my hand up to cover her 
pussy and began to tickle her clit and as soon as I 
touched her she started crying out and cumming 
uncontrollably.

I kept it up until she begged me to stop and then I let 
her legs down and climbed up over her. I guided the 
head of my cock to her pussy and she came again as I 
pushed it into her. I was amazed that her cunt still 
felt just as tight as it had the first time I fucked 
her. After all of the abuse I had subjected her to, 
especially the things that happened to her yesterday, I 
still thought she had the tightest cunt I had ever 
stuck my dick in.

It took me a long time to cum this time. But I was 
finding that for some reason, since Inga had arrived I 
was able to cum as often now as I did when I was much 
younger. I don't know if it was because she was so sexy 
or because the more I had sex the more I was able to 
have sex. This girl was making me feel like a kid 
again.

I finally came and rolled over and lay beside her 
sweating and gasping for breath. Inga got up and went 
to the bathroom and when she came back a few minutes 
later she brought a warm cloth and cleaned me up. She 
was being very nice considering what I had done to her 
lately.

We went to sleep not long after she cleaned me off. I 
curled up and held her in my arms and she nestled back 
against me. She felt very good there. It felt natural. 
It was hard to believe that I had only met this woman 
four days ago.

The next morning I taught her how to make my famous 
four cheese omelet and perfect bacon. Maybe I would 
teach her how to make grits before she left. We sipped 
coffee and had a leisurely breakfast and then I let her 
clean up the kitchen. I know. That's a hell of a way to 
treat a guest. But after all, she is my slave.

After breakfast we took a shower and I helped her pick 
out something to wear. When she was ready I got my 
movie camera and the tripod out of the closet and we 
got in the car and took off.

I drove to a decrepit building outside of town. The 
parking lot was about half full of Harleys. This was 
where I had gotten two of my tattoos and I knew the guy 
that ran the place. I got out of the car and grabbed 
the bag that I had put my camera and the tripod in and 
we went inside.

There were a few bikers sitting around in the waiting 
room. They looked up and when they saw Inga they got 
interested. I knew a couple of them and I nodded as I 
walked over to the counter with Inga following close 
behind.

Ray heard the bell on the door when we came in and he 
yelled from the back room that he would be right out. I 
went to the door into the back room and said, "It's 
okay Ray. It's just me."

He looked up from the guy he was tattooing and said, 
"Hey Dave! Did you bring her in?"

I answered, "Yeah. But there's no hurry. Take your 
time."

He said, "I'm almost done here and I have one more guy 
in front of you. It'll probably be close to an hour and 
a half or two hours. You sure you want to wait?"

I looked over at Inga and she was going through one of 
the tattoo books and looking fascinated. I said, "Yeah, 
we can wait."

I went back into the waiting room and sat down. All six 
of the bikers were sitting around staring at Inga. I 
had taken a seat next to one of the guys that I knew 
and he asked me if I was there for me or the girl.

I said, "I decided to have my new slave pierced and 
tattooed, give her some personality."

Inga was on the other side of the room looking at 
tattoo books and she didn't hear me. My friend, Ron, 
perked right up. He asked, "What you gonna get pierced 
on her?"

I replied, "Her nipples and her pussy. I've got a 
couple of small tattoos in mind for her too."

He smiled and said, "I was supposed to be next but if 
you let me watch you can take my place."

I said, "That's nice of you Ron. I'll make sure that 
she makes it up to you."

He did a double take and then looked me in the eye, 
trying to decide if I was serious. "No shit?" he asked.

I laughed and answered, "No shit."

We talked a little about Inga and we talked a little 
about bikes and a mutual friend who had just been 
killed by some asshole in a pickup truck. If the chairs 
had been a little more comfortable and if Ray started 
serving beer in here I would have been enjoying myself.

Ray and the guy he had just finished tattooing came out 
and the customer left. Ron told him that he was going 
to let us go first and Ray didn't seem surprised. I got 
up and went to the counter and I called Inga over from 
the table where she was still pouring over the tattoo 
books.

When she was standing beside me I told her to take her 
top off. She turned red but she obeyed instantly. When 
her tits were exposed Ray leaned over and started 
pinching one of her nipples and pulling on it. He 
watched her nipple harden and he smiled and said, 
"Yeah, perfect."

He reached down and pulled out a couple of boxes with a 
selection of bars and rings and I picked out a set of 
rings that would be big enough to be useful. I had in 
mind rings that were large enough that they would 
permit a leash to be attached. I also wanted them to 
show through her thin tops.

Several of the other bikers had gathered around to get 
a closer look at Inga's tits. I looked around and said, 
"If you guys can talk Ray into it I don't mind if you 
come back and watch."

One of them asked, "What about her?"

I smiled and said, "She doesn't have a say in it."

They looked at Ray and he said, "Hell, I don't give a 
shit."

I had already told Ray what I wanted tattooed on her. 
He gave me a price for the tats and the piercing and I 
paid him. Then we all went into the back. There were 
three other guys in the back getting tattooed and they 
were probably glad of the distraction. Getting tattooed 
can get pretty boring if you are having something big 
done.

Ray led us to a padded table and I ordered Inga to take 
her skirt and shoes off. She got naked and Ray helped 
her up onto the table. I set the camera up on the 
tripod and pushed record. Ray went into a side room and 
came back with a tray with a bunch of stuff on it.

He set it on the counter and then he went to work on 
Inga. First he told her to turn over and after she 
complied he started strapping her down. She didn't know 
what was going on. Why the hell was she laying on her 
stomach if she was here to get her nipples pierced?

Ray swabbed the bottom of her foot and pulled up a 
stool. He put a sterile needle in his tattoo machine 
and grabbed Inga's foot. He said, "Girl, I've never 
done a tattoo on the bottom of someone's foot before. I 
don't think it'll be too bad. The skin there is tough 
and it shouldn't be a big problem. But you are going to 
hate walking for the next couple of weeks. Are you sure 
you want to do this here?"

Inga took a deep breath and said, "I will do whatever 
my master wants me to do."

That got a rise out of the men standing around 
watching.

Ray just shook his head and turned his equipment on. He 
dipped it in the ink and on the bottom of her right 
foot he tattooed, "I fuck dogs!!"

It didn't take long and Inga took it very well.

But Ray wasn't done. He moved his stool and cleaned off 
her other foot and quickly tattooed in big black 
letters, "I fuck ponies!!"

When he was done he cleaned off both tattoos. When he 
finished there he removed the straps holding her in 
place and ordered her to turn over. He didn't strap her 
down this time. He swabbed the area over her bald pussy 
and bent over her and in the sensitive area an inch 
above her slit he tattooed, "Dave's Slave"

Inga was staring at the ceiling and had yet to make a 
sound. I had expected that she would balk when it came 
to the tattoos, especially the one over her pussy. But 
she didn't. She didn't even ask what they said.

Ray cleaned off the last tattoo and put his equipment 
out of the way. Then he swabbed her nipples and got 
ready to pierce them. While he was getting ready I 
asked Ron if he minded giving us a hand.

He looked at me curiously and I said, "I just thought 
it would be nice if you would distract her while she 
was getting pierced. And besides, she owes you for 
letting her go in front of you."

Ron looked at Ray and Ray just smiled and said, "I 
don't know if I'd want my dick in her mouth while she 
was getting this done, but it's up to you man."

Ron moved closer and we waited for him to pull her a 
little closer to the edge. He pulled his cock out and 
put it to her lips and as soon as she opened her mouth 
and started sucking Ray picked up his tools and went to 
work.

I had never seen this done before and it gave me the 
creeps. He had some kind of clamp that he used once he 
got her nipple hard. He clamped down on it and pulled 
out slightly. He lined the needle up and in one quick 
move he shoved it most of the way through. It hurt me 
to watch.

Inga jumped slightly and groaned in pain but she didn't 
stop sucking Ron's cock.

Ray inserted the ring and wiped the area clean and put 
some kind of spray on it. Then he went around and 
repeated the process on the other side. I was surprised 
at how little blood there was.

The first real reaction from Inga was when Ray moved 
down and started preparing the area around her clit. 
She started to pull away from Ron's cock but he was 
ready for her and he held her in place while Ray got 
her ready for her final piercing.

When Ray finally shoved that needle into her flesh for 
the last time she cried out and her lower body came up 
off of the table. That one had hurt. There was more 
blood this time too. But Ray put the ring through the 
hole he had just made and cleaned her up.

Ray put small bandages on the fresh tattoos and while 
he was putting his things away Ron finally started to 
pay attention to the skillful blowjob he was getting. 
In a few more minutes he filled her mouth with cum.

I was about to help Inga off of the table when Ray 
finished putting his things away and said, "Hold on 
Dave. Let me have a little of that before you put her 
on her feet."

I had, after all, promised Ray that he could have a 
little in exchange for a break on the cost. I stepped 
out of the way and Ray stood at the foot of the table. 
He grabbed Inga's legs and pulled her down until her 
ass was right on the edge. He unzipped his pants and 
pulled out his cock. It was immediately obvious that he 
enjoyed his work. His cock was hard as a rock.

He moved the head of his cock up and down her very wet 
slit a couple of times and then shoved it into her in 
one sudden thrust. The men gathered around watching 
cheered him on as he fucked her roughly in front of 
them. There were a lot of comments about the way her 
tits were jiggling up and down on her chest in time 
with Ray's violent thrusts. I had to admit it was fun 
to watch.

Inga didn't seem to be enjoying it though. I imagine 
all of those new holes in her body made that movement 
very uncomfortable.

Ray came pretty quickly. After he pulled his cock out 
of her he wiped himself on a small towel and then 
dropped the towel on her stomach and said, "Here slut, 
clean your cunt up."

Inga spread her thighs and used the towel to wipe her 
pussy as the men watched. I suppose that they were 
hoping to get a little themselves but she looked like 
she had already had a rough morning. I helped her to 
sit up and I helped her put her top on over her sore 
nipples. I slipped her sandals on over her bandaged 
feet and gently put her down on the floor.

She winced as her feet touched the floor. I helped her 
get into her little miniskirt and when she was dressed 
Ray gave us some instruction on taking care of her 
tattoos and piercings. He even gave us some cream to 
put on them.

I asked Inga if she could walk. She took a couple of 
tentative steps and said, "I think so."

She walked out to the car gingerly, putting her weight 
on the sides of her feet. The tattoos were not very 
large and Ray had assured us that they would heal 
quickly but suggested that for the next couple of days, 
until the scab formed, she should stay off of her feet 
as much as possible.

I didn't have a problem with that. I like her on her 
back.

One of the fantasies that Inga had told me about was 
this tattoo on the bottom of her foot. She didn't offer 
any suggestions about what it should be. I realized on 
the way home that she still didn't know what was 
tattooed on the soles of her feet.

She had complained that she could not find a man to 
treat her the way that she fantasized about. I wondered 
how her straight laced boyfriends were going to react 
to her new tattoos. This was certainly going to be a 
life altering vacation for her.

I parked in the garage and helped her into the house. I 
helped her out of her clothes and onto the couch. I 
served us a light lunch of cold cuts and cold beer. 
When she was finished eating and we were sitting on the 
couch sipping beer I said, "You haven't asked what I 
had tattooed on your feet. Aren't you curious?"

She grinned wryly and said, "After I saw the one you 
had put over my pussy I was afraid to ask."

I got up and went upstairs. I came back with a hand 
mirror and removed Inga's sandals and then carefully 
peeled her bandages off. The bleeding had stopped so 
she didn't need them as long as she stayed off of her 
feet.

I held the mirror up so that she could see the tattoos 
on her feet. There in plain black letters about two 
centimeters high were the two sentences that branded 
her as the nastiest kind of slut. She stared at the 
writing in the mirror with a blank look on her face for 
a moment and then she smiled and said, "I think that I 
must belong to you now. No one else would want me if 
they read that."

I think she underestimated both her beauty and the 
large number of perverted men in the world. I didn't 
think she would have any trouble finding the right kind 
of man if she tried. But I had begun thinking about 
keeping her after my wife returned. I was starting to 
wonder if a beautiful slave girl might not be just what 
we needed to put a little spark back in our lives. It 
would be a gamble, but I was beginning to think that it 
would be a gamble worth taking.

I put that out of my mind for now though. The important 
thing now was that Inga recovered enough to enable her 
to entertain us when we went camping this weekend with 
my riding buddies. It would be a little soon, 
especially for those piercings. But as long as we took 
it a little easy on the rings I thought it would be 
okay.

We just lounged around for the rest of the afternoon. 
By evening the pain from her piercings had begun to 
fade and she was able to relax. We watched the second 
DVD again, the one with the animals. She kept getting 
turned on and then frustrated because it hurt too much 
to play with her pussy. It was pretty amusing.

She had to be content with playing with me instead. I 
came in her mouth twice that evening while we watched 
the movie. When it was over she asked, "How much does 
he sell those for?"

I replied, "I didn't think to ask. When we go back to 
make another one you can ask him how much they cost." 
Then I asked, "Why, do you want to buy copies to give 
to your friends and family?"

She laughed and responded, "That would go over very 
well. They could show them at Christmas when we all got 
together."

We went to bed early that night and the next two days 
passed slowly. I hated being unable to torment my 
pretty little slave girl. We still had sex. On Thursday 
we each had a few orgasms. But we only had oral sex. On 
Friday evening I finally tried fucking her and as long 
as I kept my weight off of her I didn't hurt her too 
much. It wasn't so bad that she didn't have an orgasm. 
In fact, she said that the stimulation from the ring 
over her clit was amazing. She loved it.

On Saturday morning I bought some beer and got the 
large cooler stocked up for a night in the woods. I 
packed the tent and the sleeping bags in the back of 
the SUV and waited for Inga to hobble out and get in. 
Her feet were still sore but she was getting around 
much better now. The tattoos had scabbed up just fine.

All six of the guys from our first little party at 
Smitty's house were going to be there and a few of our 
other friends had been invited too. Inga was going to 
have a busy evening.

I drove out to the river and took the turn off down a 
rough dirt road that led to our campsite. The land 
belonged to Jim, the attorney. He had plans to someday 
build a log cabin out here in the woods. But he never 
seemed to get around to it. I don't know why. He damned 
sure had the money.

It was more than a mile down that narrow dirt track to 
our campsite. When I got there I pulled into the field 
beside a handful of pickup trucks and parked. Most of 
the guys from last Sunday's party at Smitty's house 
were already here as well as three more friends that 
had missed the fun. They were putting up their tents or 
sitting around drinking beer and waiting for us.

They already had a nice fire going. It was a little 
warm for a fire but it kind of added to the ambiance.

I unloaded our tent and set it up near the others but 
far enough away that the snoring of a couple of the 
guys that were famous for it wouldn't bother me. While 
I was erecting the tent Inga inflated the air mattress. 
I finished with the tent before she finished with the 
mattress.

Smitty came over, ostensibly to say hello, but more 
likely to get his hands on Inga for a few minutes. I 
took the air mattress from her and suggested that he 
undress her.

The guys that had not been busy setting their tents up 
had begun to gather around her like she was the only 
girl out here. Oh wait. She was the only girl out here.

When I suggested that Smitty undress her the 
conversation in the clearing suddenly came to a stop. 
Everyone watched as he pulled her t-shirt off and then 
slid her shorts down and helped her step out of them.

Smitty exclaimed, "Holy shit! Look at that! Damned 
Dave, what did you do to her?"

He had spotted the rings and the tattoo over her pussy. 
I just smiled and said, "I thought she'd like some 
souvenirs of her vacation."

Smitty reached out to hand me her clothes and I said, 
"She doesn't need clothes. Throw them on the fire."

Inga watched the only clothes she had brought with her 
being thrown on the fire. Then she walked over to the 
tent, still walking gingerly because of her tattooed 
feet, and Smitty asked, "What the hell else did you do 
to her. She can hardly walk!"

I chuckled and replied, "It's a long story. Wait until 
I'm finished setting up."

I put the mattress in the tent and laid out the 
sleeping bags and zipped them together. Then I got the 
cooler and our lounge chairs out of the back of the 
SUV. Now it was time to relax and talk some shit.

I let Inga sit in her own chair instead of pulling her 
into my lap or passing her around. She was still pretty 
sore. She was going to be sucking and fucking my 
friends tonight, but until then I thought it would be 
best if she took it easy on her new jewelry.

We had just sat down when two more guys showed up. Now 
all five guys were here from the party we had on Sunday 
and four others as well. We weren't expecting anyone 
else. I waited until they had their tents set up. It 
took them a while because of the distraction that Inga 
was causing.

When they finished setting up and everyone was sitting 
around with a cold beer I told Inga to take her sandals 
off.

She looked at me for a second. She was obviously more 
embarrassed about showing these men her two new tattoos 
than she had been when she undressed for them a few 
minutes ago.

She hesitated for a long moment and that made all the 
guys just that much more curious. Finally she put her 
feet down and slid the sandals off. Then she put her 
feet back up on the chair. The lettering wasn't huge, 
only about three quarters of an inch. Only a few of the 
guys were close enough that they could read what her 
new tattoos said. They looked stunned and Smitty 
grinned and said, "No shit?!"

The others got out of their chairs and came over to see 
what got Smitty so excited. Gary, the Podiatrist, 
exclaimed, "What the hell did you do that for Dave?!"

I just sat back and said, "Inga, tell him why I did 
that."

She was quiet for a few seconds and then she said, 
"Because I told you before I came here that I had 
fantasized about tattoos?"

I smiled and said, "No Inga. Tell him why it says what 
it says on the bottoms of your feet. Tell him 
everything."

Inga seemed more humiliated now as she was forced to 
tell all of these men what had happened to her that 
night then she had been while it had been happening. It 
took her almost half an hour to tell them everything 
with enough detail to satisfy me. When she was finished 
everyone was silent for a minute until Paul said, 
"Damn! I wish I'd brought my dog!"

Everyone laughed and a few of the guys said, "Hell 
yeah! I'd like to see that!"

I said, "It isn't too late. Go and get the damned thing 
and when we are all through fucking her for the night 
she can put on a little show for us."

The guys all looked at each other, trying to decide if 
anyone else would be too grossed out. If any of them 
was going to have a problem with that kind of thing I 
thought it would be Gary. But Gary turned to Paul and 
said, "Go get the damned dog man! I'd like to see 
that."

Paul got up and said, "I'll be back in about an hour." 
Then he got in his truck and took off to get his dog.

I got up and got my cooler and placed it between my 
chair and Inga's. I got us both out a fresh beer and 
when I handed hers to her she took a couple of big 
gulps and said, "It's going to be a long night."

Smitty heard her and said, "How about if we get 
started?" I might have known that Smitty would take the 
lead. There is something about the kind of guy that 
becomes a cop. Don't misunderstand, Smitty is a nice 
guy and handy to have around, especially when you get 
pulled over going twenty or thirty miles an hour over 
the speed limit. He just flashes that badge and 
everything is cool. But he and others of my friends who 
are cops seem to lack some little bit of reserve that 
most people have ingrained in them.

But I had no objection to getting the show started. I 
replied, "I don't mind. I just want to remind you guys 
that those holes in her body are fresh and I'd 
appreciate it if you left them alone for now. The same 
thing goes for the tattoos. You can have her suck you 
off and you can fuck her doggy style as much as you 
like but this time you're going to have to stay off of 
her belly and her tits."

Smitty came over and pulled his cock out and stuck it 
in her face and after she had started sucking on it he 
said, "You should have had her tongue pierced. I've 
always wondered what that felt like."

Kyle asked, "What about her ass. I'd like to fuck her 
ass again. That was pretty fucking hot."

I answered, "I don't care, as long as someone brought 
some lube and you take the time to stretch her out 
first."

The guys all looked at each other and I could tell that 
nobody had any lubricant. Then Smitty said, "Someone 
get my cell phone out of my truck and see if I get a 
signal out here. I have Paul's number on my contact 
list."

Kyle went over to Smitty's truck and dug around until 
he found his phone and brought it back over to him. He 
stood there with Inga sucking his cock in front of all 
those guys and calmly opened his phone and checked for 
a signal.

He grinned and went through his numbers and dialed Paul 
and told him to bring some lube back with him when he 
returned. Then he closed up his phone and tossed it 
over to where he had been sitting. He placed his hands 
around Inga's head and began to fuck her mouth just 
like it was a cunt. She had already started taking it 
into her throat but it was harder for her when he did 
it this way. She didn't try to stop him though. She put 
her hands down and let him fuck her face until he 
pulled her face tight to his hairy belly and shot his 
cum down her throat.

After Smitty put his cock away and moved out of the way 
Nathan hurriedly took his place. Nathan had not been 
there last week but he had been told what to expect. 
Nathan and Jerome were our two token black friends. 
Actually, Nathan was probably my best friend. We had 
been friends for more years than I could remember.

Nathan pulled his big black cock out and said, "I have 
never had a woman take that down her throat girl. I 
don't expect you will be able to. But I would 
appreciate it if you would try because I have to admit 
I am curious to see what it's like."

Nathan was pretty well hung but his cock wasn't as fat 
as those animal cocks that Inga had been forced to 
suck. Well, I don't think she had to take the pony's 
cock into her throat but she sure as hell did with the 
dog. And that was one big cock. I didn't think she 
would have much trouble with Nathan's cock.

Everyone watched in awe as she started sliding her lips 
down his shaft. She took a little bit more with each 
attempt and by the time she had taken five or six 
strokes his cock was in her throat.

It wasn't easy for her. There were tears in her eyes 
and she was obviously struggling. But she did it. 
Nathan didn't hold her head or force her. He just 
watched in amazement as his cock kept disappearing down 
Inga's throat. Inga is not a large person. She actually 
looks rather delicate. Watching that big black cock 
disappear inside of her was something to see. I would 
have loved to have had pictures of this but most of 
these guys were married and would probably rather not 
have photographic evidence of what we were doing out 
here.

After Nathan came in her mouth and backed away Jerome 
moved in and picked her up. Jerome is a very big guy. 
He played football in college but that was a long time 
ago. He was a lot softer now than he was back then but 
he is still big. I would estimate that he was 6'5" and 
weighed over three hundred pounds. He handled Inga like 
she was a rag doll. He carried her to a blanket that 
someone had placed on the ground nearby and told her to 
get up on her hands and knees.

Inga turned over and watched behind her as Jerome took 
his clothes off. She saw that his cock was no bigger 
than Nathan's and relaxed a little. Jerome dropped to 
his knees behind her and stuck a couple of his fat 
fingers in her pussy. He pulled them out and they were 
soaking wet. He smiled and held them up and said, 
"Damn! This bitch is primed and ready to pump!"

There was some laughter but I think the guys were too 
worried about Jerome stretching that nice tight pussy 
all out of shape to be amused. He wedged the head of 
his cock into her tight hole and grabbed her hips and 
began to force it in.

Inga closed her eyes and put her head down and started 
alternating between gasping in pleasure and grunting in 
pain. Once Jerome got his cock all the way inside of 
her and she got used to it though it was all pleasure.

He started slamming the meat to her and the other guys 
started undressing to the sound of his body slamming 
into hers. They were all naked long before Jerome 
finished. They stood around the mating couple and most 
of them played with their cocks as they watched the 
super sexy show that was being put on.

Gary couldn't wait and he got down at by her head and 
sat down. He stretched his legs out on either side of 
her but she didn't even notice he was there until he 
reached down and tapped her on the head. She looked up 
and opened her glazed over eyes and saw his hard cock 
right in front of her. She seemed not to realize what 
it was or what she was supposed to do for a moment. She 
was really into what Jerome was doing in her pussy.

Inga stared at Gary's cock for a few moments and then 
she suddenly realized what was required of her. She 
bent down and all but attacked his cock. She slid her 
lips down over it and all the way to the base in one 
very rapid stroke. She was so turned on by what that 
big black man was doing to her with his cock that she 
was in a sexual frenzy and she took it out on Gary.

Jerome was getting carried away now. Every long, 
violent stroke lifted her knees right off of the ground 
and sent Gary's cock all the way down her throat. It 
had to be hurting her but she seemed to love it. In 
fact, she came several times before Jerome finally 
bellowed like a wounded bull and shot his huge load of 
cum into Inga's pussy.

Gary came in her throat before Jerome could catch his 
breath and pull out. As Jerome freed himself from 
Inga's clutching pussy and sat back on his feet I heard 
two of the guys breathlessly exclaim, "Jesus Christ!"

Everything seemed to stop for a moment. Then both men 
moved away from Inga and they were replaced by Tyler 
and Jerry. Tyler was another man who hadn't been there 
last week. Judging from the look on his face he still 
wasn't sure he wasn't in the middle of a wet dream. But 
whether he was or not he was going to take advantage of 
it. He was standing behind Inga but before Jerry could 
kneel in front of her Tyler asked, "Jerry, do you mind 
trading places? That is one beautiful pussy. But I have 
never had a woman deep throat me and I just have to try 
that."

Jerry grinned and said, "You aren't fooling anyone 
Tyler. You're afraid that after Jerome finished fucking 
her you won't be able to touch more than one side at a 
time. But I'll switch with you. I'll let her suck me 
off later when my cock is all nasty from fucking her. 
That way she can get me hard to fuck her ass too."

Those two went at it and just as they were about 
finished Paul drove up and parked. His big black Lab 
was in the back of his truck. He got out and let the 
tailgate down and turned to watch just as Tyler and 
Jerry were finishing up.

Paul said, "I knew I was going to miss all the damned 
fun! I hope you guys saved a little of that shit for 
me."

Jerry pulled his cock out of her pussy and said, "Don't 
worry Paul. It may not be as clean as it was an hour 
ago but it sure is tight. You're going to love this.

The dog had come running over and was sniffing all 
around Inga. Paul had to call him off and finally had 
to put a rope on him to keep him out of the way. The 
smell of sex made him hard to control.

After he tied his dog up Paul stood nearby and started 
to undress. He was staring at Inga as she knelt on the 
blanket waiting for whoever was going to use her body 
next to choose their hole and put another hard cock 
inside of her. He stared at her for several minutes 
before he said, "I'm fifty-two years old and I've never 
been to a gangbang before. I heard about them but I 
always figured any girl that would let a gang of guys 
fuck her had to be butt ugly. This girl is beautiful. 
Even after Dave fucked her all up with rings and 
tattoos she is beautiful. Shit. I may never fuck my 
wife again!"

Just as innocent as can be Jim said, "I don't blame you 
Paul. I wouldn't fuck your wife either. You're more of 
a man than I am."

Everyone but Paul thought that was funny.

Paul walked around Inga and then knelt behind her. He 
stared at her beautiful body and then ran his hands 
gently over her ass. He said reverently, "That is the 
most perfect ass I have ever seen up close and 
personal."

Smitty interrupted his reverie to ask, "Speaking of 
perfect asses, did you get the lube?"

Paul didn't seem to hear him at first.

Smitty said, "Paul?"

Paul looked up suddenly and seemed to come to his 
senses. He nodded and said, "Look in my shirt pocket."

Smitty turned to look for the lube and Paul edged 
closer and began to slide his cock back and forth 
between Inga's legs. She had already been fucked three 
times and was kind of messy but I knew that she was 
still going to be a great fuck.

Paul finally pushed down on her back a little and lined 
his cock up and slowly started pushing it into her 
hole. She moaned slightly but I couldn't tell if it was 
pain or pleasure. Probably a little of both.

Paul had been fucking her for several minutes before 
Jim turned to Kyle and said, "Just you and me left. You 
want to get sucked off?"

Kyle looked at her for a moment and then turned to Jim 
and asked, "Why, are you offering?"

Everyone cracked up but then he got serious and said, 
"No. You go ahead. I want to fuck that hot cunt of hers 
again. I'll wait."

Jim gave Kyle a dirty look but I think he thought that 
was funny too. He just didn't want to show it. He got 
to his knees in front of Inga. He placed his fingers 
under her chin and lifter her head up and smiled and 
said, "Are you getting sore girl, or can you handle one 
more?"

Inga actually smiled at him and for an answer she took 
his cock into her mouth and gave him another of her 
great blowjobs.

Several times over the last hour or so I had been 
forced to remind the guys that her tits were off 
limits. They weren't trying to hurt her. They just 
forgot she was sore and reaching for the tits of the 
girl you are having sex with is a normal thing to do. 
They were being pretty conscientious about that though 
and it only happened two or three times.

Jim and Paul came pretty quickly and as soon as Paul 
was out of the way Kyle was behind her and pounding 
away. He had already had sex with her three times last 
Saturday but to watch him you'd think it was the first 
time. I guess I couldn't blame him though. She is one 
sexy bitch.

When Kyle finally finished up I took Inga's sandals 
over to her on the blanket and helped her back to her 
chair. I had already put a towel on it in anticipation 
of the mess she was going to be making. She stopped 
before sitting down though and said, "Let me rinse off 
first. Is that water as cold as it looks?"

The river was only a couple of feet away. This early in 
the year it was still pretty cool. I answered, "I 
wouldn't want to go swimming in it. But it's pretty 
shallow there and you should be able to rinse off 
without too much trouble."

We all watched as she went over and waded in up to her 
ankles. She squatted down and let the cum drain out of 
her pussy for a few minutes and then she scooped up a 
few handfuls of water and splashed her pussy and her 
thighs clean. She gasped as the cold water came in 
contact with her sensitive skin but then she smiled at 
me and said, "Damn that feels good on my poor pussy."

I went over to the water and held out my hand and 
helped her back on shore and over to her chair. I 
handed her a cold beer and we all sat around drinking 
and talking and resting.

After a few minutes Gary asked, "When is she going to 
do the dog?"

Smitty laughed and said, "Later man. I don't want 
seconds after a fucking dog."

I said, "Jesus Smitty. Don't be so sensitive. It's just 
a cock."

He said, "Fuck you pervert. It ain't just a cock. It's 
a dog's cock and I'll admit I'm curious to see her fuck 
the dog but I ain't gonna fuck her afterwards."

I laughed and said, "If it bothers you that much she 
can suck the dog off instead."

Everyone stared at me like I had two heads. Then they 
stared at Inga the same way. I didn't understand since 
she had told them when we got here how she had sucked 
off that second dog and sucked on the pony's cock 
before it fucked her. But they acted like they hadn't 
heard that part.

Nobody spoke for a long moment and then Gary said 
quietly, "I'd like to see that."

The others seemed like they wanted to see that too but 
were too embarrassed to admit it. I didn't care. I was 
going to let them decide.

Throughout the rest of the afternoon the men used Inga 
one at a time as the mood struck them. Smitty was the 
first to use her ass again, after first lubing her up 
and stretching her out. She didn't fight him this time 
but she didn't like it.

We threw some more wood on the fire around six that 
evening and cooked a bunch of hotdogs over it. Inga was 
used to good German wurst and didn't think much of our 
hotdogs. Having lived in Germany for seven years myself 
I couldn't blame her for that.

After we ate and had a few more beers most of the guys 
used Inga again. After every few fucks she would limp 
over to the river and rinse herself off.

By eleven that night we had been drinking all day and 
we were all pretty wasted. Most of the guys were ready 
to turn in and get a little sleep and continue the 
party tomorrow. First though, they wanted to see Inga 
with the dog.

Paul went over to where he had tied the dog up and the 
dog rushed right over to Inga. He could smell the sex 
on her and he had been smelling it and watching it all 
afternoon. Smitty took charge as soon as Paul released 
his dog.

Inga had not been allowed to clean up after the last 
man had fucked her. She was stretched out on the 
blanket on her back with her legs splayed out and cum 
dripping out of her pussy. The dog rushed over to her 
and moved right up between her legs and started licking 
Inga's thighs and her pussy eagerly.

Inga just lay there and closed her eyes and I suppose 
she tried not to think about what was happening between 
her legs. She had all of the sex with animals she could 
handle last Monday.

Smitty stood nearby and watched the dog lap at Inga's 
red, swollen, much abused pussy for a few minutes. She 
had to reach down and cover her clit with her hand. The 
dog kept rubbing at her clit ring with his nose as he 
tried to get his tongue inside of her.

After several minutes it looked like the dog was trying 
to figure out how to fuck a woman who was lying on her 
back. He wasn't built for that kind of fucking. Smitty 
solved that problem for him. He called Paul over and 
they got the dog to lie down on his back and then 
ordered Inga to suck his cock.

She glanced at me, hoping I suppose that I would 
intervene. She had no desire to go through this again. 
But being forced to do things that she didn't want to 
do was the reason she was here. I didn't interfere.

Paul held his excited dog down on its back and Inga 
leaned over and took the pink portion of his cock that 
extended out past its sheath into her mouth and started 
sucking. The dog's hindquarters started twitching like 
crazy and in a very short time his cock was erect and 
surprisingly long and thick.

Inga put her hand around the base of the dog's cock and 
started sucking him off just like she would a man. The 
difference was that the dog's cock was discharging a 
steady flow of lubricant and would continue until it 
started to cum in her mouth. She had to swallow 
constantly to keep up.

The others gathered around to watch what was probably 
the most disgusting thing that they had ever seen. 
Everyone was still naked and it was easy to tell who 
found it entertaining. I stayed in my chair and stayed 
out of it but I couldn't help wondering how many of 
those guys would want to have sex with her after she 
had sucked off a dog.

As it turned out it was quite a few of them. When the 
dog finally came and she had swallowed all that crap 
Paul tied the dog up again. Half of the guys went into 
their tents after that but there were five more that 
had hard ons again and didn't seem to mind that Inga 
had just had sex with a dog.

The first four took her two at a time again and when 
they came in her they went into their tents and went to 
sleep. The last one was Smitty. He fucked her ass one 
last time and then he went to sleep.

I got up and helped Inga back to the water and she 
rinsed off again. I gave her the last few sips of my 
beer to get the taste out of her mouth and then I 
helped her into our tent. She was exhausted and she 
fell asleep almost before I got the sleeping bag zipped 
up.

We slept late in the morning. We woke up to the sound 
of a vehicle approaching. I got up and went outside to 
see what was going on. Half of the guys were up and the 
fire was going again. The truck coming down the dirt 
track was Jim's. He had gone into town and gotten a 
couple dozen breakfast sandwiches and a couple of 
thermoses full of coffee at a fast food restaurant.

It was a warm morning. The fire was more for the 
pleasure of having a fire than for the warmth. All the 
guys were still naked except for me and Jim.

Inga came out of the tent and everyone watched as she 
walked to the edge of the clearing and squatted down 
and took a leak. Then she moved back over to the river 
and rinsed her body off. She dried off with a towel and 
then we all had breakfast.

While we were eating the guys tried talking to Inga. I 
mean they tried to find out why she did the things that 
she did. They couldn't understand why a beautiful young 
girl like her would submit to the nasty and now life 
altering things that she had.

I knew that she couldn't make them understand. You 
either understood it at a gut level or you would never 
understand it. It was a thing that was in you and if it 
wasn't there you could never understand. There was no 
logic to it and it was not like you just woke up one 
day and decided that you wanted to try being a 
submissive or a dominant. It may be that your life 
experience up to that point in your life was what made 
you that way. But you had not been aware of it 
happening as you went through life and I'm not a mental 
health professional but I'm convinced that whatever it 
was inside of you that made you this way happened when 
you were very young.

There was no explaining things like this to people who 
didn't understand instinctively or accept without 
thinking about it.

The men all used Inga throughout the morning. They were 
back to using her one at a time as the spirit moved 
them. Smitty was the horniest man I ever saw and he 
seemed to use her twice as much as anyone else.

Just before we started to tear down the tents and head 
back to town Gary said he wanted to see the dog fuck 
Inga. It wasn't as easy without that special bench but 
we managed it and she put on a good show for the guys. 
She got on her hands and knees and spread her legs out. 
Paul guided the dog over and helped him get his cock in 
the right hole. I wasn't that interested. I saw enough 
of animals fucking women the other night.

While Inga was entertaining the men I deflated our air 
mattress and rolled up our sleeping bag. I took the 
tent down and stowed all of our things in the back of 
the SUV. By the time I finished the guys were staring 
at Inga and the dog and waiting for the knot to go down 
so that he could get his cock out of her pussy.

When the dog finally pulled free they started striking 
camp while I helped Inga back into the river to clean 
up. When she was as clean as she was going to get and 
had dried off we said goodbye to the rest of the guys. 
Inga spread her towel out on the passenger seat and got 
in for the naked ride home.

When we got home we took a hot shower and she put fresh 
ointment on all of her wounds and we took a nap in my 
nice, comfortable bed. I'm getting a little too old for 
this camping out crap. Sitting around the campfire and 
drinking beer and talking shit with the guys is fun. 
But I miss my bed at night.

By Monday the tattoos were coming along surprisingly 
well. They had not been very large or elaborate but I 
had expected them to bother her for the rest of her 
time here. But when we headed out for brunch on the 
deck of that restaurant across the river that I had 
first taken her to she was walking as if her feet were 
fully healed.

We had lunch out on the deck. The waiter remembered 
Inga and her eye catching way of dressing so the 
service was excellent again.

After we ate we were sitting out in the sun enjoying a 
cool drink when my cell phone rang. I answered it and 
it was Smitty. He said, "Hey Dave. I just fell into 
something that could turn out to be pretty interesting. 
I got called out to the airport this morning to pick up 
some crazy young chick that was being a problem on a 
flight from New York to Orlando. She is from London and 
was going to visit family in Orlando. The thing is, she 
apparently used a fake ID in New York and got a little 
drunk and she was hitting on a sixteen year old girl on 
the plane and being obnoxious about it. The 
stewardesses tried to separate them and this chick got 
real nasty so the pilot landed here and they dragged 
her off the plane."

I didn't know why this was supposed to interest me but 
I knew how Smitty's mind worked so I kept listening.

He went on with his story. "I picked her up at the 
airport and cuffed her and got everyone's statement and 
took her in. The thing is, the chick is only nineteen 
and my supervisor doesn't want to get involved in an 
international incident over something this silly so he 
told me to let her sober up and take her back out to 
the airport."

I asked, "How is this interesting to me Smitty?"

Smitty chuckled and said, "Dave, this chick is hot. She 
is only nineteen and damned good looking. But the 
amusing part is that she is a diehard lesbian. She 
hates men but she is scared shitless because I told her 
all the charges against her and she thinks she is going 
to prison for ten years for messing with a minor and 
threatening an air crew. She has been throwing herself 
at me for the last hour. She says she'll do anything I 
want if I just let her go."

"So I'm thinking," he continued, "Why don't we set up a 
little party and let her and Inga play nice together 
and then we all have a go at trying to show our little 
lesbian chick the error of her ways. What the hell, if 
we don't turn her into a cock lover we will at least 
give her a reason to hate men. I've always wanted to 
see two chicks making out. What do you think?"

I had to admit, I liked the idea. I said, "You know 
Smitty. I like the way your mind works. It turns out 
you're good for something besides fixing tickets after 
all. When and where do you want to do this?"

He said, "I don't get off for three more hours but the 
chief detailed me to take care of this chick until she 
is out of town. So if you want to do this I'll start 
calling the guys and see who can make it. I'll call you 
back when I get it set up."

I said, "Okay. And if you can't get enough guys 
together we could always take them over to Al's Camera 
Club and draw a crowd."

Smitty was quiet for a minute while he thought about 
that. Then he said, "We could always do both."

Smitty hung up and I put my phone away. Inga was 
staring at me warily. She knew from my side of the 
conversation that we were setting something up for her 
and when she heard me mention the Camera Club she 
immediately got nervous. I let her worry about it 
though. She was sexy when she was nervous.

The restaurant had been just about empty when we got 
here this morning but it filled up at lunch time. Now 
that lunch was over there were was still a pretty good 
crowd around us. There were five teenage boys at a 
nearby table who had been staring openly at Inga for 
the last hour.

I don't keep track any longer. It doesn't matter now 
that I am retired. But I'm pretty sure that school was 
not yet out for the year. These kids looked like they 
belonged in school but it wasn't any of my fucking 
business.

I told Inga to put her feet in my lap so that I could 
see how her new tattoos were doing. When she complied 
her short skirt inched up until her slit was visible to 
the boys at the next table. I lifted her feet and 
slowly examined her tattoos. They had nearly healed in 
only four days. I was jealous. Mine took weeks. But 
then, my tattoos were much larger and more complicated.

I let her put her feet down and then I told her to show 
me her other new tattoo. She was aware of the five boys 
watching as she pulled her skirt up and showed me the 
tattoo over her pussy.

I asked, "Is it sore?"

She answered, "No, a little tender maybe. The piercing 
is still sore though."

I gently lifted the ring that went through the skin 
above her clit and she shivered. It didn't seem to be a 
reaction to pain though. I smiled at her and she 
shrugged and said, "It's sore but I think I'm going to 
really enjoy it. It is very stimulating. They all are. 
I have never been so aware of my nipples since they 
first started popping out on my chest."

The boys at the next table had been talking loudly but 
now there was only silence. They were staring raptly at 
Inga's exposed pussy. I straightened up just then when 
our waiter came over to check on us and I decided to 
order another drink and wait here for Smitty to call 
back. As the waiter stared at Inga's pussy I ordered us 
each another drink. He never seemed to get tired of 
staring at her exposed flesh.

After he went to get our drinks I looked around and 
noticed that the deck was starting to empty out. I 
guess people were finally going back to work. The boys 
were the only customers near us. I turned to the 
nearest boy and said, "Isn't that just about the 
prettiest pussy you ever saw?"

One of his friends laughed and said, "Shit! That's the 
only pussy he ever saw!"

The others joined in the laughter and even Inga smiled.

I looked at the boy who was the butt of his friend's 
joke and asked, "Is that true? Is this the only pussy 
you have ever seen?"

I was surprised when he answered honestly.

He blushed and said, "Yes sir. That's the only one I 
ever saw that wasn't in a magazine."

I asked him how old he was and he said, "I'm fifteen."

I asked them why they weren't in school and he 
answered, "Today is a teacher's work day. We only had a 
half a day of school today."

I turned to Inga and said, "Inga, go sit in his lap and 
let him get to know you better."

Then I turned to the boy and asked, "You'd like to get 
to know her better wouldn't you son?"

His eyes were huge and his mouth was wide open. He 
finally came to his senses and said, "Shit yeah!"

Inga leaned over and whispered, "He is so young!"

I just smiled and responded, "He's old enough to know 
all about pussy."

Inga got up and glancing around nervously she took a 
couple of steps and then sat down in the boys lap. She 
placed her arm around his neck and looked down to see 
her pussy completely exposed.

The kid and his friends stared at her exposed pussy in 
awe for several moments and finally one of his friends 
exclaimed, "Damn Steve! If you aren't going to feel her 
up I'll do it!"

Steve looked up at Inga and then at me and he finally 
took the hint. His hand came to rest on Inga's thigh 
and when he wasn't discouraged he slowly slid his hand 
up until his fingers touched her pussy.

Inga gasped slightly when his fingers touched her. From 
the emails we had exchanged I knew that she fantasized 
about being molested by older men but I think that she 
was finding the boy's youth and innocence intriguing.

Steve saw something peeking out from under Inga's skirt 
and slid it up a little higher to expose her tattoo. 
The boys had gotten a glimpse of it earlier but from 
their seats they probably had not been able to see what 
it said. He gaped at it and several of his friends 
said, "Holy shit!"

One of them looked at me and asked, "Are you Dave?"

I nodded.

They didn't seem to know what to make of that. They had 
never met a slave before I guess.

Steve began exploring her pussy. I warned him to be 
careful with her new piercing and the recent tattoo. He 
avoided them, but his fingers explored her pussy 
freely. He dipped one and then two fingers into her 
moist pussy and moved them around for a minute before 
pulling them out. He held them up to show his friends 
how wet his fingers were.

Inga asked, "Do you know what that is?"

Steve shook his head.

Inga brought his hand to her mouth and sucked one of 
his fingers clean. She said, "That is my body's natural 
lubrication. My body makes that so that it won't hurt 
me when I get fucked. Getting fucked would be painful 
for me if my pussy was dry. Your body makes the same 
lubrication. It even tastes the same."

Steve pulled her hand to his face and sniffed at her 
wet fingers. He touched his tongue to the one that Inga 
had not sucked clean and then, when the taste wasn't 
offensive he put her finger in his mouth and sucked it 
clean.

Inga smiled at him and asked, "That wasn't so bad was 
it?"

Steve shook his head and smiled. Then he slid his 
fingers back inside of her. While he was fingering her 
pussy again Inga looked around and when it didn't look 
like anyone was paying attention she lifted her crop 
top and asked, "Would you like to taste one of these 
too?"

The boy grinned and dipped his head down and wrapped 
his lips around her nipple and she told him what to do 
once he had it in his mouth. While he was nibbling on 
her nipple she pulled his fingers out of her pussy and 
brought them up to her other tit. She rubbed his wet 
fingers over her nipple and then she showed him how she 
liked to have a man feel her tits.

Over the next ten minutes or so Steve and his friends 
received quite an education. The waiter came out to 
check on us again and he stared at Inga's exposed tits 
and the fingers in her pussy as he asked me if I wanted 
anything else.

I asked him for the check and he handed it to me 
without even looking. I handed him my debit card and 
didn't say a word as he stood staring at Steve enjoying 
Inga's body.

He finally came to his senses and went inside. As soon 
as he left my phone rang. It was Smitty. He had most of 
the guys coming over and told me to come over anytime.

I waited until the waiter returned and signed the 
check. Then I said, "Sorry boys. We have to go now."

They were pretty disappointed. I couldn't blame them. 
They followed us out to the parking lot and I said, 
"Boys, we have a little time. How about if we park 
someplace a little more private and I get my slave to 
suck you all off?"

There wasn't much chance that they would say no to 
that. There was a motel next door and since it was 
early in the day the parking lot was all but empty. We 
drove our cars over to the back of the parking lot and 
I ordered Inga to undress. When she was naked I sent 
her over to the boy's ratty old minivan and they opened 
the door and pulled her inside in an instant. I 
reminded them that they needed to leave her rings and 
her tattoo alone but other than that they could feel 
her up and enjoy their blowjobs.

I watched for a few minutes. The windows were tinted 
and I couldn't see much but I could see that Inga was 
alright. I picked up my newspaper and read for most of 
the next hour until Inga got out of the minivan and 
came back around and got in my SUV. I waited while she 
got dressed. She was smiling and didn't seem upset by 
what had just happened.

I said, "That took a lot longer than I thought it 
would."

She said, "They came so fast the first time. I felt 
sorry for them. So I sucked them all off twice. I hope 
you don't mind."

I smiled and said, "Not at all. That was very nice of 
you."

When Inga had her clothes on I started the car and we 
headed for Smitty's house. It took us forty minutes to 
get there. He lives on the other side of town. Almost 
everyone else was already there when we arrived. The 
only two missing were Jim and Gary.

Smitty let us in and said, "Jim and Gary will be here 
soon. If you don't mind I'll wait until they get here 
before I explain. I would rather just go through this 
one time."

I noticed an attractive young girl sitting alone in a 
corner. She had a look on her face that was somewhere 
between scared shitless and total loathing. Inga 
glanced at her curiously but then we both joined the 
men and enjoyed some casual conversation, much of it 
was about our recent camping trip.

I noticed that Paul wasn't here. Neither was Tyler. I 
asked Smitty about them because I knew they would have 
loved the show.

Smitty said, "Paul can't make it and I haven't been 
able to reach Tyler. I'm afraid that the girls will 
just have to make do with us."

Jim showed up a few minutes later and Gary finally 
arrived about fifteen minutes after Jim.

When everyone was here Smitty stood up and said, 
"Gentlemen…and Inga, I was half way through my shift 
today when I got a call from dispatch. I was sent out 
to the airport to pick up a passenger and arrest her 
for a long list of charges, some of them quite severe. 
It seems that she was on a flight from her home in 
London to Orlando via New York. She had a layover in 
New York and using a fake ID she went into one of the 
bars and got more than a little drunk."

"On her flight from New York to Orlando she was seated 
next to a sixteen year old girl that she proceeded to 
attempt to talk into joining the mile high club with 
her. Fortunately for the young girl her parents were in 
the seat behind her and heard every loud and disgusting 
word that our potential child molester uttered."

"The parents complained to a stewardess and the 
stewardess tried to move our friend here to another 
seat. She became belligerent and the pilot ended up 
having to land here and she was taken off of the plane 
and arrested."

"I got the call. I collected the statements and put 
Tammy, or Tammy Whore as she kept insisting her teenage 
victim call her, in the back of my squad car and took 
her to the station. On the way she came to her senses 
and began to realize that she was facing a lot of years 
in prison and she started begging me to let her go. I 
ignored her until she promised to do anything that I 
wanted for the next twenty-four hours."

"As you can see she isn't very happy about it. I think 
that her being a hard corps lesbian has something to do 
with that. She has a pretty low opinion of men. But we 
have twenty-four hours to change her mind."

"I thought that we would start out with a little girl 
on girl action which we need to film so that we can 
show it to Paul and Tyler later. Then we can do our 
best to show little Tammy Whore the error of her ways."

He turned to the cute little blonde sitting morosely in 
the corner and ordered her to stand up.

She was certainly a sexy little thing. Smitty said, 
"That's Tammy Whore. She is only nineteen. According to 
my arrest report, which I will file if she gives us any 
problems, she is 5'6" and weighs one hundred pounds. 
Her measurements are 34C-26-28 and she tells me that 
her hair is that strawberry blonde color naturally. We 
shall soon find out for ourselves if that is true or 
not."

"Just so there is no misunderstanding, in case any of 
you have a problem with what we are going to be doing 
here and want out, Tammy Whore is submitting to me but 
she will not be fucking us willingly and I suppose that 
a gung ho prosecutor could make a case that this is 
rape. I doubt it, but it is possible."

Smitty turned to Tammy and asked, "But you aren't going 
to be saying anything to anyone, are you Tammy Whore?"

She looked like she was going to be sick but she shook 
her head despondently.

Smitty said, "Okay guys. If anyone wants out before the 
fun and games begin this is the time."

I looked around and saw the eager looks on the faces of 
the men and I knew that no one was leaving.

Smitty already had his movie camera set up on the 
tripod. He went over and turned it on and pointed it at 
Tammy and said, "Dave, why don't you ask your slave to 
undress Tammy for us. I can't wait to see what this 
skinny little bitch looks like naked."

I nodded to Inga and I noticed for the first time how 
nervous she looked. We had discussed the possibility of 
her having to eat a pussy while she was here. But she 
had never done it and she was looking pretty 
uncomfortable now that the possibility was a reality.

She moved over in front of Tammy and started to remove 
her top. I ordered her to stop and move around behind 
the girl so that we could enjoy the show.

Inga moved behind Tammy and began to slowly pull the 
young lesbian's top off. Smitty yelled at Tammy to open 
her eyes and look into the camera as Inga undressed 
her.

Inga pulled the girl's top off and tossed it onto a 
nearby chair. Tammy didn't even bother to cover her 
breasts which were encased in a thin, lacy, see-through 
bra.

Inga reached around and unbuttoned her jeans and pulled 
the zipper down. She squatted down behind Tammy and 
displayed her own pussy as her skirt pulled up. We all 
noticed but everyone was interested in watching Tammy 
right now.

Inga pulled her jeans down slowly, uncovering a sexy 
little pair of panties that matched her lacy bra. Inga 
lifted each of Tammy's feet and pulled her sandals and 
the jeans off.

She stood back up and unfastened the bra and let it 
slide down to the girls elbows. As she slipped the bra 
off I noticed the look on her face. She was getting a 
kick out of the fact that Tammy was about to get raped 
and she was helping!

Once Tammy's tits were uncovered, Smitty said, "Inga, 
those things have been trapped in that damned bra for 
hours. Why don't you massage them a little and help 
poor Tammy to relax a little?"

Inga reached around and for what was probably the first 
time she held another woman's tits in her hand. She 
rubbed and squeezed and pulled and while she did that I 
watched her face. She was really getting into this and 
I loved that about her.

I had planned on letting her leave when her two weeks 
were up. But the longer she was here the more I was 
having second thoughts about that. I was really 
starting to think that I could talk my wife into 
assuming joint ownership of this little beauty. And 
watching her now with Tammy I was starting to think 
that she might enjoy that herself. But it was too early 
to be worried about any of that now.

We watched as Inga explored and teased Tammy's tits for 
a few minutes and then I said, "Inga, run your hands 
down over her sweet ass and then put your hand over 
that hot little cunt mound and tell me if you think she 
is getting turned on."

Inga smiled and ran her hands down and around and 
cupped Tammy's firm little ass for a moment before she 
reached around and pulled Tammy back against her. She 
slid her hand down and rubbed and then cupped that 
mound that was protruding so sexily.

Inga held her firmly and then rested her head against 
Tammy's and said, "She feels very hot. She has very 
little hair, just a tiny little strip. I can feel some 
dampness but she has been wearing these panties all day 
and I can't be sure if the dampness is because I am 
undressing her and feeling her up in front of all of 
you or if it is just sweat from her long day."

I chuckled and said, "Well, I think we need to be sure, 
don't you? Why don't you reach inside those sexy 
panties and tell us what you find?"

Inga moved her hand up to the waist of Tammy's panties 
and gently worked her fingers under the elastic. She 
slid her hand down inside and we saw her hand come to 
rest over Tammy's mound again.

Tammy jumped and we knew that Inga was inserting her 
finger into her captured lesbian friend's vagina.

We watched the movement, discreetly covered by the lacy 
silk underwear and waited until Inga smiled and said, 
"I think Tammy likes me."

Several of the men laughed at the way she said it. 
Most, however, were so involved in the anticipation of 
fucking young Tammy that Inga's little joke went right 
over their heads.

I was about to order Inga to remove the panties but she 
began to slide them down on her own. It seems that Inga 
is a natural born rapist. She pulled her fingers out of 
Tammy's pussy and held them up to show us how wet they 
were. She held them up for a minute and then she 
sniffed them for a second and then tentative licked at 
her fingers to evaluate the taste. She stuck the 
fingers in her mouth and sucked them clean and then 
said, "She tastes just like me!"

Then she squatted down again and slowly pulled Tammy's 
panties off.

Once Tammy was naked Inga stood up and said, "Tammy, 
would you help me now?"

Tammy looked over at Smitty and Smitty nodded. Smitty 
glanced at me and we were both grinning like dirty old 
men. But it's okay. We are dirty old men.

It took Tammy very little time to remove Inga's crop 
top and her tiny little skirt. She saw the pierced 
nipples and that didn't bother her. When she saw that 
tattoo though, she got worried all over again.

When they were naked I had them face each other and 
kiss for a little while. As they were kissing I told 
the guys about the five teenage boys that Inga had 
sucked off, twice, after lunch.

Smitty asked, "Tammy, can you taste that? Do you taste 
the cum that Inga swallowed earlier?"

Tammy broke the kiss and said, "No. I don't taste 
anything."

Smitty said, "Well, don't worry. You are going to get 
to taste plenty of cum before you leave here tomorrow."

Tammy shuddered in obvious revulsion but she didn't say 
anything. She just placed her lips back on Inga's and 
returned to the passionate kiss that they had been 
sharing.

I could see that Inga was becoming even more turned on 
than she had been when she was molesting and undressing 
Tammy. The guys were enjoying it too. I'm including 
myself in that statement. I loved the way those two 
beautiful women looked standing there naked with their 
bodies pressed together and kissing passionately. I 
thought that it was a shame that there wasn't someone 
operating the camera. But I sure as hell wasn't going 
to be bothered with it. Then I remembered the camera 
club. I bet Al would be more than happy to provide us 
with a decent, professional quality film if we took the 
girls down to his place and had them put on a show for 
some of his customers.

We watched them for a few minutes longer and then 
Smitty tossed them a blanket and instructed them to 
stretch it out on the floor. When it was in place they 
didn't wait to be told. They stretched out on the 
blanket and started making out like a couple of 
teenagers. Come to think of it, Tammy is a teenager!

Inga wasn't the least bit reluctant. She was obviously 
aroused as she kissed and explored Tammy's sexy body. 
Tammy was about ten years younger but you couldn't tell 
it from looking at them. They were both young and firm 
and sexy and just about perfect.

Tammy soon took the lead and pushed Inga over onto her 
back and started kissing her way down her body. If I 
remembered our conversations correctly, Inga said that 
she had never been with a woman before. But she was 
certainly enjoying the way Tammy was working her body. 
Tammy was careful around the fresh piercings and the 
tattoo but she was thorough and her lips and her tongue 
explored every inch of Inga's hot body before 
concentrating on her dripping wet pussy.

Once she had gotten involved in pleasing Inga, Tammy 
had seemed to forget all about the horny men staring 
intently at her naked body as she and Inga put on the 
sexiest show we had ever seen. I couldn't wait to see 
how her attitude changed when the men started shoving 
their cocks in her mouth and her pussy. I wondered if 
she had ever been with a man. It didn't matter but I 
was curious.

Tammy really knew what she was doing. Inga started 
cumming quickly. She had one long, loud orgasm after 
another until finally she couldn't take it anymore and 
she reached down and pushed Tammy's head away. She 
gasped, "Please! No more! I can't take any more!"

Tammy lifted her head and smiled at Inga. She kissed 
her thighs and her belly softly as Inga came down from 
her sex high. While Inga caught her breath Tammy moved 
back up beside her and they kissed again as Tammy 
cupped and gently caressed Inga's tits.

It took a moment for Inga to recover. After she caught 
her breath she pushed Tammy onto her back and started 
kissing her way down Tammy's body. She seemed 
fascinated by Tammy's tits. Tammy's tits were nearly 
identical to Inga's. Both sets were very nice. They 
were firm and perky and perfectly shaped. As Inga's 
lips began to explore them it was soon apparent that 
they were also very sensitive.

Inga was discovering how much fun it was to explore a 
beautiful female body and she liked what she was 
finding. She was going to have to hurry it up though. 
The men were horny as hell and ready to do more than 
watch.

I had seen porn movies in the past with scenes between 
two women. They couldn't compare with watching it up 
close and personal in real life. These two women were 
much sexier than the average star of the average porn 
film. And nobody was faking anything here. The sights 
and sounds and smells were all authentic and I couldn't 
wait to get my cock in one of these two sexy women.

We all enjoyed watching Tammy go crazy as Inga ate her 
pussy enthusiastically. I was surprised at how easily 
Tammy seemed to forget that there was a large audience 
of horny old men waiting to ravish her body, myself 
included.

Inga ate Tammy's pussy for a long time. Tammy was still 
cumming when Smitty decided that he couldn't wait any 
longer. He undressed and then he nudged Inga with his 
toe.

Inga looked almost disappointed when she saw that she 
was being replaced between Tammy's legs. She got to her 
knees and moved out of the way reluctantly. As soon as 
she had moved back, Smitty reached down and rolled 
Tammy over and lifted her up onto her hands and knees.

Tammy didn't seem to realize what was going on at 
first. There was a glazed look in her eyes when she 
turned back to see what was going on behind her. When 
she realized that Smitty was poised to enter her with 
his hard cock she exclaimed, "No! Oh no, please. I 
can't do this. I've changed my mind!"

Smitty held onto her hips and said, "Too fucking bad 
bitch. I haven't changed my mind. I've never fucked a 
lesbian before. I'm looking forward to this. I did my 
part. I kept you from going to prison for ten years. 
Now you are going to do your part. If you would prefer 
we can tie you up first. It doesn't matter to me. But 
you are going to fuck and suck every man here as many 
times as we can get it up."

Tammy was still struggling as Smitty pushed his hips 
forward and his cock entered her pussy in one long 
violent stroke. She screamed wordlessly at first and 
then kept crying out, "No, no, no," over and over as 
Smitty started raping her from behind.

I looked around and saw that the men waiting their 
turns had no sympathy for her. They were all waiting 
their turns anxiously. Inga was sitting near them, 
close enough that she could reach out and touch Tammy's 
shoulder. What surprised me was that she was watching 
and obviously enjoying the torment that Tammy was 
suffering. The idea of raping this young teenage 
lesbian seemed to be turning her on as much as it was 
the rest of us.

It was quite a while before anyone got up the nerve to 
stick a cock in Tammy's mouth. I understood perfectly. 
I knew that I wasn't going to be the first. But finally 
Nathan got to his knees in front of her and lifted her 
head up using a handful of her blonde hair.

Tammy gasped in pain at first, then again when she saw 
the long, black cock right in her face. She stared at 
it in obvious fear while Nathan sidled a little closer. 
He tapped her face to get her attention and he asked, 
"Have you ever sucked a cock before, bitch?"

Tammy didn't answer at first. I was watching her face 
and it looked like the words didn't even register on 
her brain.

Nathan waited a few seconds and then he gripped his 
cock in his fist and slapped her face with it a couple 
of times. She couldn't pull away. Smitty was still 
fucking her violently from behind.

Nathan repeated his question and in an anguished voice 
Tammy answered, "Oh god no! Please, don't make me do 
that."

Nathan sounded so sympathetic when he said, "But 
sweetheart, we'll be here all night if you don't start 
doubling up. Besides, this is an important part of your 
education. Now, I want you to purse your lips and give 
me a nice big kiss."

He placed the head of his large cock right in front of 
her lips. She seemed to be trying to shake her head but 
he held her tight and gripped her hair a little 
tighter. She grimaced in pain and her mouth opened but 
Nathan didn't push his cock in yet. He just smiled and 
said, "Come on sweetheart. You know you can't win this 
battle. There are eight men here and you are probably 
going to end up sucking all of us off before you leave 
here. You might as well get started."

Tears were pouring down her cheeks as she finally gave 
in and touched her lips to the head of his cock. Once 
she had done it the first time he made her do it 
several more times before he ordered her to lick it.

She was just sticking her tongue out to lick the head 
of Nathan's drooling cock when Smitty tightened his 
grip on her hips and sped up and flooded her pussy with 
cum. We all watched the horror on her face when she 
realized what had just happened. It was immediately 
followed by resignation and she began licking Nathan's 
cock as Smitty pulled his cock slowly out of her pussy.

I had already undressed and since I had provided one of 
the two women I felt entitled to go second. As soon as 
Smitty moved I took his place. As I started sliding my 
cock into her Smitty was standing beside Inga and 
getting his cock cleaned in her mouth. He smiled at me 
and said, "I don't know if she's ever had a cock in her 
before or not. That was some damn fine pussy though, 
tight as hell!"

I had to agree with him. She was definitely tight. But 
I think what turned me on so much was how much she 
hated letting men use her body this way. I started 
thrusting into her as I watched Nathan forcing more and 
more of his cock into her mouth.

She was choking and gagging on Nathan's big dick. It 
looked like he was trying to force it down her throat. 
Each time he tried to enter her throat her pussy 
clamped down on my cock like you wouldn't believe. Even 
with all the fucking and sucking I had enjoyed since 
Inga arrived I knew that I wasn't going to last long.

Nathan finally managed to force his cock into her 
throat and he held her with her face pressed against 
his stomach and shot his cum right down her throat. Her 
struggles at that final indignity set me off and I 
filled her pussy with another load of hot cum.

I got up after I finished shooting my load inside of 
Tammy and moved around to let Inga clean my cock. She 
didn't look happy about it but she didn't argue. Jim 
was about to take my place behind Tammy and he was 
standing there staring at her dripping snatch. He 
watched Inga sucking my cock clean for a moment and 
then he asked, "Can I borrow that for a minute?"

I didn't know what he meant at first. Then it struck me 
what he had in mind and I nudged Inga over to Jim. He 
guided her between Tammy's legs and pushed her face 
down towards the red, swollen, cum covered slit in 
front of her.

After everything that Inga had done or had done to her 
since she arrived I was surprised at how reluctant she 
was to place her mouth over Tammy's cum covered cunt. 
But although she did so reluctantly she none-the-less 
didn't refuse as Jim pushed her into position.

As soon as her lips came into contact with Tammy's cunt 
Inga started licking and sucking her clean. I couldn't 
see her face but I saw her gag several times as she 
cleaned the cum out of her new friend's cunt.

Before anyone else could stick their cock in Tammy's 
mouth I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her 
face. She had a slightly dazed look on her face. I 
asked, "Have you ever had sex with a man before?"

She stared at me for a long moment before my question 
seemed to sink in and she finally responded, "Once. I 
tried it when I was fifteen. It was just as bad as I 
thought it would be. Men are pigs."

Several of the men chuckled and I responded, "That 
wasn't very diplomatic. But I suppose it is largely 
true when it comes to sweet young pussy."

I gently removed my hand from her chin and moved back 
to watch as the rest of the guys took their turns with 
Tammy. Inga had it nearly as hard as Tammy did though. 
She had to suck the guys clean after they fucked Tammy 
and after every second or third fuck she had to clean 
her up again.

She was rewarded from time to time though. When all of 
the guys had had a turn Inga and Tammy put on another 
little show for us. They both were able to reach 
orgasm. I was surprised. I didn't think Tammy would be 
able to, not tonight.

After the girl-girl show we went around again. I tried 
Tammy's mouth the second time. She didn't actually suck 
anyone's cock. She opened her mouth and allowed the 
guys to take turns fucking her face.

By the time we had all gone around twice both girls 
were a mess. Several of the guys had managed to cum all 
over Inga while she was doing her clean up duties. 
Nathan even fucked her once while she was bent down 
sucking Tammy's cunt clean. We were all pretty 
surprised when Inga had an orgasm.

We had been drinking beer throughout the evening and we 
decided that for the grand finale we would put the 
girls in the bathtub and give them a nice, warm, 
pungent shower. Inga knew what was coming but Tammy 
didn't realize what was about to happen until she was 
sitting beside Inga in the tub with her back against 
the far wall of the tub and her legs spread out. She 
saw four naked men standing in front of her and Inga 
while someone aimed the movie camera at them. She saw 
the men lean forward and stroke their cocks. I saw the 
realization spread across her face and she screamed, 
"NO! That's not…you can't do that!"

She was wrong of course. There were a few weak spurts 
of hot piss and then there were four strong streams of 
it washing over both women. Inga sat, resigned to her 
fate. Tammy had to be yelled at several times. The guys 
enjoyed her reaction and she became the main target. 
Four strong streams of piss hosed her down from head to 
toe.

Tammy finally gave up and slumped in the tub as the 
four men finished pissing on her. She had her eyes 
closed but when the streams weren't hitting her 
directly in the face I could see the tears pouring out 
of her eyes and running down her piss covered cheeks.

When the first four men finished I stepped up to the 
tub with Smitty, Jim and Jerome. One of the other guys 
took the camera from Smitty and we got ready to repeat 
the process.

As four more streams of urine began to flow over the 
two women Smitty said, "Tammy, open your mouth."

Tammy shook her head violently and Smitty said, "Tammy, 
if you don't open your mouth I'll take you to a biker 
bar and chain you up to the urinals in the men's room 
for the rest of the night. You would really hate that 
Tammy."

Tammy sobbed and opened her mouth slightly.

Smitty said, "Just a little more Tammy. That's a good 
girl."

Tammy's mouth opened a little more and I watched three 
streams of urine being directed between her lips.

I was directing my spray at Inga. I didn't want her to 
feel left out.

When we were done we left the girls alone to take a 
shower and went out front and got dressed. It was still 
early evening but all of us old farts were worn out and 
done for the day. We talked about getting together and 
taking Tammy to the camera club tomorrow. Most of the 
guys couldn't make it until tomorrow evening though and 
Smitty had agreed to put little Tammy Whore back on a 
plane by then and let her make her way to Florida.

The guys all left before the girls got back out. I 
stayed around and Smitty and I enjoyed their company 
for another hour or so before I took Inga home with me. 
I had all of Tammy I could take. She was really good 
looking but that constant scowl was irritating.

Smitty hadn't decided if he was going to take her to 
the cameral club tomorrow before he let her go. I gave 
him the phone number to the place so he could call Al 
if he decided to take her.

I stopped at the store on the way home to buy a couple 
of steaks. As we were walking through to the back of 
the store to look at the steaks Inga caught the eye of 
two teenage guys and they followed us to the back of 
the store.

I could see their reflection in the glass that 
separated the meat counter from the butchers in the 
back. They were staring at Inga's ass like they had 
never seen a sexy woman before.

I picked up a couple of rib eye steaks and headed for 
the cashier. Just before we reached the two boys I 
stopped and asked, "Haven't you guys ever seen a woman 
before?"

They looked embarrassed but before they could say 
anything I reached over and pulled Inga's top up over 
her tits and said, "Go ahead, take a good look."

Inga turned bright red but their reaction was worth it. 
I had to laugh when I saw the looks on their faces. 
They were probably sixteen or seventeen and it was 
obvious that they were never going to be the same.

It was getting late and the store wasn't crowded but I 
didn't want to piss off some soccer mom so I said, "If 
you guys meet us outside I'll let you fuck her before I 
take her home."

I grabbed Inga's arm and we were half way to the front 
of the store before she realized her tits were still 
hanging out. She quickly pulled her top down just as a 
mother and her teenage daughter turned the corner and 
headed up the aisle towards us.

I paid for the steaks and we went to the car. I opened 
the back door and pushed Inga down over the seat and 
lifted her little skirt up. Her beautiful ass looked 
pretty bright in the moonlight.

The boys were right behind me and I think they finally 
realized that I had been serious when they saw her bent 
over like that and waiting for them. The tallest boy 
stepped forward and stared at her ass for a second 
before asking, "This is for real?"

I smiled and said, "Put your hand on that pretty ass 
and tell me if it feels real to you."

He glanced around quickly and pulled his zipper down 
and his hard cock out. He needed Inga's help to line 
his cock up but soon he was fucking away like a rabbit 
right there in the middle of the parking lot.

The kid didn't last two minutes and before he had his 
cock back in his pants the younger of the two kids was 
already pounding away at Inga's pussy.

Inga had a thing for older men and being made available 
to young boys like this really embarrassed her. I 
suppose that was why I enjoyed it so much.

The second boy lasted just about as long as the first 
one had and they thanked me profusely as they hurried 
away. It was kind of funny. They had never said one 
word to Inga in that entire time.

I handed Inga a towel to sit on and we went home. I 
grilled the steaks and we had a salad and a nice wine 
with them. After we ate I asked her how she felt about 
what had happened to her tonight, about sex with 
another woman.

Inga thought about her answer for a moment and then 
said, "We talked about this in our chats before I came 
here. Having sex with another woman was one of those 
things that I had fantasized about but never had the 
nerve or the opportunity to try. I was not that fond of 
eating her out after all those men fucked her but I 
enjoyed having sex with her. The other part, the 
cleaning her pussy with my mouth, well, that was the 
sort of nasty thing that turns me on to be forced into 
doing. I'd just as soon not have to do it again. It was 
pretty disgusting."

I watched her move around the kitchen in the nude as 
she cleaned up after we ate. In our chats I had teased 
her with the idea of selling her to a big black pimp 
when I was done with her or to a whorehouse in Mexico. 
I wouldn't actually do that and I'm pretty sure she 
realized it.

I was starting to think about keeping her though. She 
had a boyfriend but she wasn't married and not she was 
not that fond of her job. I don't know what sort of 
hassle we would have with immigration. But I had 
enjoyed the time she had been here. I like having 
someone to play these nasty little sex games with. 
Having a sex slave had turned out to be just as 
exciting as I thought it would.

While I had watched her eating Tammy's cunt I started 
to wonder if I might be able to convince my wife to 
give owning a sex slave a chance. My sex life with my 
wife had become all but non-existent over the last few 
years. I knew that my wife found women attractive. I 
believed her when she said that she had never been with 
a woman. But I wondered what her reaction would be to 
having the services of a pretty younger woman like 
Inga.

There was the off chance that she would be all pissed 
off and storm out. But she had always been pretty open-
minded. I was starting to think it would be worth the 
gamble. Hell. If my wife got pissed and stormed out I 
would still have Inga. My wife is a pretty good looking 
old broad but if you stood the two of them side by side 
any man in his right mind would pick Inga.

I didn't want to have to choose between them though. 
The more I thought about it the more I thought it was 
worth a try to get my wife to stick around and 
experiment a little.

The next morning we relaxed and had coffee and waited 
to see if Smitty would call and invite us to Al's club. 
He did call but said that he had been unable to set 
anything up before the time he had agreed upon to 
release Tammy at the airport and allow her to continue 
on to Orlando.

Since there was not going to be another lesbian sex 
show I made Inga put on a tiny skirt and revealing top 
and we went out on the bike to see what kind of fun we 
could find. I rode out of town to a biker bar that was 
almost half way to a popular golf and beach resort area 
about ninety miles up the coast.

The bar was known for some of the wild parties that 
took place there, especially during bike week. It was 
out in the middle of nowhere and the authorities left 
them pretty much alone. They usually had a loud if not 
all that talented band playing once or twice a week and 
on the weekends. Most of the tables were outside around 
the back.

They got a mix of customers there. There were a lot of 
the weekend bikers that came out for a couple of beers 
or stopped on the way up the coast. Although they don't 
mix that often, this place was also popular with the 
fringe bikers, the one percenters. The Hells Angels 
types.

Usually the majority of the customers were the weekend 
biker types. They were doctors and lawyers and Indian 
chiefs and they could afford a Harley and loved to ride 
but were no different than the guys riding around in a 
four door sedan except they were usually a little more 
independent and a little more ballsy.

There were some of those there this afternoon but there 
was also an unusually large number of the other kind 
and they were making the weekenders uncomfortable. When 
I saw what kind of crowd was there I decided to just 
have one beer and head out. I wasn't looking for any 
trouble.

Unfortunately, they were. We sat at an empty table and 
ordered a beer. Once our drinks were delivered, two 
very large, very muscular very rough looking men came 
over and introduced themselves. They had noticed the 
slutty outfit that Inga was wearing and it was like 
dangling raw meat in front of lion.

They pulled the two empty chairs out and sat down on 
either side of Inga. She looked scared to death, 
justifiably. I looked around and saw that the loud 
group of bikers that these two were partying with had 
all turned to watch. I knew we were on our own here. 
The weekend bikers saw that there was going to be 
trouble and they were quickly sneaking out and taking 
off.

I couldn't have won in a fight with the two that had 
sat down at our table but I could have done some damage 
before they kicked my ass. However, there was no way 
that I was going to take on close to two dozen outlaw 
bikers. I may be an old man but I am too young to die.

One of the men leaned over and put his arm around 
Inga's shoulders and said, "Damn girl! I sure like that 
outfit! You look good enough to eat."

Inga didn't respond. She cowered there and looked up at 
me, even though she knew that there was nothing that I 
could do for her now. If we couldn't talk these guys 
into behaving themselves, and I really didn't think 
that was going to happen, then Inga was in for another 
gangbang. Only this time there would be no rules and no 
one to say "You can't do that" when they started 
getting out of hand. These were a bunch of big, ugly, 
very mean motherfuckers and people didn't tell them 
"no."

They didn't look at me at first. They leered at Inga 
and made crude comments about her body. I started to 
try to talk our way out of this but as soon as I opened 
my mouth they glared at me and the larger man sitting 
on Inga's right said, "Nobody's talking to you man. I 
suggest you keep your fucking mouth shut. If you think 
it's going to upset you to watch what is going to 
happen we can always make you unconscious. It don't 
matter much to us. But she's gonna get what she was 
asking for when she came in here dressed like a fucking 
slut. Whether you walk out of here when it's over or 
get carried out, that's up to you."

After that they totally ignored me.

They were both large men and they dwarfed poor Inga. 
They leaned down and kissed her on either side of her 
face and I saw her jump when their hands slid up under 
her top and began to grope her tits. She didn't say a 
word though. She didn't resist either, not at first.

One of the bikers that was groping her exclaimed, "Hot 
damn! Look at that!"

He pulled her top up over her breasts and grabbed one 
of her rings and started twisting and pulling. She 
screamed in pain and grabbed his wrist. That was when 
it started to get real ugly.

The biker yelled at her to put her arms down but she 
was in too much pain to pay any attention to him. She 
continued to struggle with him.

The rest of the group got up and crowded closer to get 
a good look at Inga's exposed charms. The two men who 
had begun to molest her stood up and pulled her to her 
feet. In seconds her clothes were gone and large, rough 
hands were all over her.

She struggled and cried out for someone to help her. I 
knew that I had no chance but I couldn't just sit 
there. I jumped to my feet with the intention of doing 
a little damage before they could stop me. I never got 
a chance. I hadn't even noticed the two giants behind 
me. They grabbed me and twisted my arms behind my back 
and forced me back down into my seat. They held me down 
and someone came up with some rope and tied me to my 
chair.

The rest of them had been ignoring me. They continued 
to grope and fondle Inga and comment crudely on her 
body and its new decorations.

I looked around and saw that everyone was gone now. It 
was just me and Inga and the outlaw bikers. There 
wasn't going to be anyone to put a stop to it.

Someone picked up our beers and poured them both over 
my head and tossed the bottles away. Inga was picked up 
and roughly thrown down on the table. Two of the rough 
looking biker chicks that were with these guys grabbed 
Inga's arms and held her down and the men started 
pulling their cocks out.

The two men that had come over and started it all went 
first. One of them bent down and stuck his fat tongue 
into her and licked her pussy a couple of times. With 
that little bit of lubrication he placed the fat knob 
of his big cock against her and shoved it inside of her 
violently.

She screamed in pain and the other guy had been ready 
and waiting for that. As soon as her mouth opened to 
scream he slammed his cock into her mouth and straight 
down her throat.

The others, I didn't count them but there were roughly 
two dozen of them, gathered around and cheered their 
friends on. They were all very rough. It was obvious 
that half the fun was torturing her, hurting her.

She struggled with them until the first two men came in 
her and the second two stepped up and began to rape 
her. By then she was exhausted and she had known all 
along how futile her struggles were.

It went on for nearly two hours. They all raped her and 
several of them raped her more than once. That would 
have been bad enough. It was about to get worse. They 
had seen the piercings and the obvious tattoo over her 
pussy before the rapes started. It wasn't until about 
the fourth or fifth man to rape her pushed her legs 
down against her breasts so that he could rape her ass 
that they noticed the tattoos on the bottoms of her 
feet.

They got a big kick out of that. As the man forced his 
cock into her ass they talked about inviting her to 
their clubhouse so that she could put on a show for 
them. That would have been pretty bad but one of the 
guys in the back said, "Fuck that! We don't have to go 
somewhere for that. Look over there!"

He was directing everyone's attention to the horses in 
a nearby corral. The two men that had started all of 
this put their cocks away and one of them said, "Come 
on man. Let's go see if one of them horses has a set of 
balls."

For the first time I realized that the owner of the bar 
was among the crowd of rapists. He was lined up and 
waiting his turn. They were his horses. He lived in a 
trailer in back of the bar and kept a half a dozen 
horses. He called out to the men, "Not them. Look in 
the stable. There's a stallion in there that I brought 
in for stud."

The bikers grinned and headed for the small stable. 
They were back in a few minutes leading a very large, 
very black horse. The horse was not all that friendly 
to start with. It wasn't a pet. But as they led him 
towards the raucous gangbang the loud noise was making 
him very skittish.

They kept the horse nearby and tried to keep him calm 
as the gang rape continued. When the bikers and the 
club owner had all had their fill and stood back, Inga 
was lying nearly unconscious on the table.

Someone poured a cold beer over her face and she seemed 
to realize that she wasn't being held down any longer. 
She groaned and looked around to see if it was over. 
She had not been aware that they had brought the horse 
over and when she saw it I thought she was going to 
faint. She struggled to sit up and when she finally 
managed one of the bikers pulled her to her feet.

She groaned in pain and begged them to leave her alone. 
It was music to their ears. They pulled her around 
behind the horse and one of them lifted the horse's 
tail. There were a lot of admiring comments and crude 
jokes about the huge testicles they uncovered before 
two of the men twisted Inga's arms up behind her back 
and one of them grabbed her pony tail and guided her 
face down to the animal's balls.

The horse didn't know what was going on and he was 
obviously nervous. But when Inga finally gave in to the 
biker's demands and stuck out her tongue the horse 
seemed to calm down. The sensations she was causing him 
were obviously pleasant. It was unlikely that he had 
ever experienced sex with a human female before and he 
had certainly never had a blowjob. But he liked what 
was happening so far.

They let go of Inga's hair but they insisted that she 
continue what she was doing. Her mouth was probably 
sore from being face fucked by a dozen bikers but even 
though she was nearly delirious now she had learned not 
to fight these men. Her face was pressed against the 
large animal's balls and her tongue moved over them 
until one of the biker chicks exclaimed, "Jesus! He's 
getting a fucking hard on! Would you look at the size 
of that thing!"

They kept a tight hold on the animal's bridle and 
pushed and shoved at Inga until she was on her knees 
under the horse. One of the biker chicks grabbed the 
horse's big, ugly cock and rubbed it all over Inga's 
face. She was forced to lick the malformed head of that 
huge thing and then her lips were forced down around 
it. They could only force just the very end of it into 
her mouth so she couldn't really suck the animal's 
cock. Instead, two of the biker chicks began to 
masturbate the horse with their hands.

The horse was nervous and not really sure what was 
going on. But despite the distraction of the loud and 
rowdy bikers he was a male animal and his cock was 
being stimulated. There is a pretty universal reaction 
to that. It took a long time and the two women beating 
the horses meat had to be replaced by another pair 
before he finally began to fill Inga's mouth with a 
river of horse cum.

Inga choked and gagged and finally managed to pull her 
head away from the horse's cock. But she couldn't get 
out of the way and the damned thing was spraying like a 
fire hose. Her face and her chest were quickly covered 
in a thick, white cream.

The men took their hands away and she slumped there 
under the horse's belly, covered in horse cum and 
crying quietly. One of the men pushed her roughly out 
from under the horse with his boot and led the horse 
away.

Now that the fun was over none of them wanted to touch 
her. They all pulled their pants up and left. We heard 
the roar of their bikes starting up and racing off. 
Once they were all gone the owner came over and stood 
in front of me.

He stared down at me for a long time and finally he 
asked, "Am I going to have a problem with you?"

I could have kicked his ass. But what would be the 
point now? I shook my head and said, "Just untie me."

He studied me for a minute longer and then he went 
around behind me and untied me. I sat there for a 
moment rubbing my arms. The ropes had been so tight 
that I had lost circulation in my arms. I could hardly 
lift them.

While I was rubbing my arms the guy pointed out a pipe 
coming up out of the ground with a short length of hose 
attached. I got up and went over to Inga and knelt down 
beside her. I asked, "Are you alright?"

She didn't even seem to hear me. I helped her to sit up 
and it was obvious that every move she made was 
painful. But I needed to get that crap off of her. I 
hoped that she would feel a little more human once she 
was clean.

I got to my feet and pulled her up. She cried out as I 
lifted her but she didn't resist. I guided her to the 
hose and turned the water on. I put my hand under the 
water coming out. It seemed awfully cold. Then I 
spotted the horse trough. The water in there had been 
in the sun all day and it wasn't the same as a nice hot 
bath but it would be warmer than this. I ignored the 
protests of the bar owner and guided her to the trough 
and helped her into it.

I took my shirt off and used it to gently scrub her 
body as clean as I could. She didn't help but she 
didn't resist. When she was as clean as I could get her 
I said, "Okay Inga. That's the best I can do here. 
Let's go home and take a hot bath."

She looked up at me and said, "Fuck I hate horses!"

I tried not to laugh as I helped her out of the water 
and over to where her clothes were still lying on the 
ground. I through my shirt away and then I helped her 
dress. She was having so much trouble walking that I 
carried her back around front to the bike.

I made sure that she was going to be able to hang on 
behind me and I got on and drove us home. It was dark 
now and she put her arms around me and leaned against 
my back for comfort and warmth all the way back to 
town.

I was surprised once more at her resilience. She was 
nearly recovered, at least mentally, by the time we got 
home. She said that she could make it upstairs on her 
own but she was light as a feather and I didn't mind 
carrying her. I picked her up and carried her up to the 
bathroom and ran a nice hot tub for her.

She soaked while I went and got her a strong drink and 
some more Tylenol. Then I washed her with soap and 
shampoo. When she was clean I went down and got us both 
another drink and I sat with her until the water in the 
tub was too cool and she wanted out.

I dried her off and took her into the bedroom. I 
stretched her out on the bed and asked her if she 
wanted anything. It had been a long time since our last 
meal but she assured me wryly that her stomach was 
full. I joined her in bed and she went to sleep in my 
arms.

We took it easy for the rest of the week and let Inga's 
piercings and tattoos heal. We went out a lot and I saw 
to it that a large portion of the adult male population 
had a chance to enjoy the sight of her beautiful body. 
But I didn't subject her to any more gangbangs or rough 
animal rapes. I also avoided biker bars that were 
frequented by the one percenters.

As the end of the week approached she seemed to be 
getting antsy and I wasn't sure if that was because she 
was anxious to go home or because she was ready for 
more of the rough sex she had enjoyed earlier.

Finally I decided to take a chance. On Friday I spent 
the day showing her off and shopping for a few more 
sexy outfits. At the end of the day we returned to the 
restaurant on the creek and had a light supper on the 
deck. After we ate we sat there and enjoyed watching 
the sun go down and the shrimp boats coming up the 
creek to unload their catch.

I had made up my mind about letting Inga return to 
Germany. I would not force her to stay of course. But I 
had been trying to think of the best way to tell her 
that I wanted her to stay and I didn't think that 
asking her would work. So, as we were enjoying our 
after dinner drink I said, "Inga, I have decided to 
keep you. When my wife returns on Sunday I am going to 
tell her all about you. I think she will stay and I 
think she will get a kick out of using you. If she 
doesn't, well, that will be a shame."

The next move was hers. She almost looked relieved. She 
smiled and said, "I was afraid you were going to make 
me go home."

That was easy! But I thought that now was the time to 
burn her bridges. I took her straight home. We went 
into the living room and I stripped her clothes off 
roughly and bent her over a chair. I dropped my pants 
and entered her from behind. I started fucking her 
slowly and once I got a good rhythm going I said, "Okay 
Inga, pick up the phone and call you boyfriend and tell 
him that you are not coming home. Tell him you are my 
cunt, my slut. I own you and I am keeping you."

She hesitated for a moment. But she picked up the phone 
and began dialing. She spoke in German so I didn't 
understand much of what was said. The conversation 
lasted several minutes and before she hung up the phone 
I made sure that she told him that she was getting 
fucked while she was talking to him. That was the end 
of the conversation. He hung up on her.

The surprising thing was that when my wife got home she 
was just as easy to convince as Inga had been. There 
has been some adjustment to be made. We have worked out 
our roles over the last few months. We still have 
parties at Smitty's from time to time and my wife has 
been to several of them. She operates the camera and 
watches but so far she hasn't taken part. I'm hoping 
she'll get into the spirit and come around though. I 
would love to see her taking on some of my friends.

She has also come with me to the camera club and 
watched another animal movie being made. Inga even 
allowed herself to be talked into putting out for the 
pony again. She didn't do it willingly but when ordered 
to do so she obeyed.

We had Jim's help in finding an immigration attorney to 
make Inga legal. While he didn't come right out and say 
it, it was clear from talking to him that there was 
only one way to handle the problem of immigration. So 
Inga is marrying Smitty. They won't be living together 
or anything. They will just get married long enough to 
allow her to get her citizenship. She will still be 
living in my home and going to bed with me and my wife.

The End