Never Ending Story

[TeaseMePlz]

OK, here is your shot to contribute to the OrgasmDenial.com Never Ending Story! The only rules are these: all posts must advance the story and you may not post twice in a row (someone else has to continue your post). Make it as short or long as you want, let your imagination be your guide.
Have fun and enjoy!

The fun begins . . . .

He lay motionless, wrists cuffed over his head and tied to the bedframe. Each ankle was secured as well by a pair of pantyhose to the bottom bedposts, leaving him spread wide open.

She leaned down and kissed him gently, "You know when you asked me about teasing and denial and I said I didn't know what that was?" She held up a feather and traced it slowly around his nipples, down his chest and over his stomach, stopping just below his waist.

She smiles wickedly. "I was lying."

He smiled back and tugged playfully at his bonds. She raised the feather and giggled.

[wt1262001]

Slowly but surely She traced the feather all around his body, except his aching balls and big hard penis.

"woooo ... Big Boy ... but I was just beginning." She grinz devilishly.

All of a sudden, She places the light, teasing feather down on his stomach and whispers softly to him.

"Stay still dear, I would be back soon ... with my treasure box of toys. you like that wouldn't you?"

He nods eagerly.

"Now, don't let my feather fly off from you, otherwise you would be punished. Do you understand? hmmmmmm???"

He nods again, hoping silently that there would not be wind of any kind when She is gone ... :?

She then leaps off to get Her treasure box, chuckling devilishly to Herself ... :twisted:

[egonspok]

He lay there for what seemed like an hour, his stomach muscles clenching and unclenching as the soft feather rested there, and himself almost shaking with the antipation. But, eventually, he saw her sleek form appear in the doorway, carrying a little box. She walked past the end of the bed, beyond the area he could see, and he heard her setting it down. "Oo!" she giggled. "You've done such a good job with my feather. Don't think that's going to make things too much easier, though.."

Suddenly, he felt her move near to him, and her hands draped something over his eyes.. light and flexible, but not quite soft, almost molding to the contours of his face, its blackness blinding him. Her soft giggle echoed in his ears. "Don't worry now, sweetness. It's just while I get changed." She tickled the end of his dick with the feather again once more, before moving away. He heard the movement of her clothes, soft in the centre, and then silence for a moment.. his head swam with visions of what she could be preparing.

Abruptly his vision became clear again, revealing her standing beside him in a sexy and high-cut red bikini. At once he gasped, and his manhood twitched at her pose, almost losing him the realization that he had no recollection of the cover over his eyes being removed.
She smiled gently to him. "Do you like it?" She winked. He nodded urgently. "Mmm. I'm not sure though. I think the colour is wrong..." Before his eyes, her bikini began to shift in colour from the sleek red to a deeper blue, while she held her pose and her eyes laughed down at him. He gasped briefly as she straddled him again, and took the feather in her hand, running it over his stomach. "You're wondering how I did that, aren't you? That device over your eyes is a visual filter. I can send commands to it from here.." - she pointed briefly to a pendant hung from her neck - ".. to make you see whatever I want." She purred as the feather moved around. "The truth is, I'm naked now. I've just decided that you shouldn't see it, that you should see a teasing little bikini instead. Is that alright with you?" She chuckled and tickled his nose with the feather. "Because if it isn't, you could always see nothing at all." With a laugh, her entire form faded away, leaving only her laughter and the feather shifting back down to his manhood. "You know, I have a feeling something else is going to be turning from red to blue this evening.... (giggle)"

[Teazer]

He woke up, shivering, in the middle of the night. He must have fallen asleep in his bonds, because no one was there. He quickly discovered that he could turn ever so slightly, and hump frantically against the covers to get off. He was close now, only three more hunps, 1....2.....

The door slammed as she entered. She was wearing a teddy and carrying a riding crop in one hand. She pursed her lips. "Bad,...Bad boy..." she murmured, running her finger up his cock. "I'll have to punish you. Your punishment?" She started stroking him. "You'll have to watch us.."

It was obvious she wasn't alone. Another woman appeared haziliy before him. She was goodlooking, red hair, large breasts. She was dressed similar. He looked from one to the another, and his face was drained with color when he realized what the punishment was.

"Fuck.!" he exclaimed

[slave2urpussy]

as they begsin to kiss and remove each others clothing his cock begain to grow harder then he could remember. Then he saw that the new woman not only had rings in both nipples but also had 2 rings in her pussy lips. The rings in her nipples had small bells attached . She then climbed onto his face and he was told to lick and do a good job and he may get a reward. "Just 1 warning though, if the bells make a noise, we will not give you, your reward." As he begins to kick , he hears laughing above. His cock jumps when he feels the tip of the feather on it. Slowly following the shaft up and down and around his balls. He work hard to lick and not move his body. But then she replaces the feather with her hand, sliding up and down his shaft so lightly.

[teezme]

She pumped his cock for only minutes before he was ready to cum, but she stopped, causing him to moan and ring the bells attached to the other woman's pussy rings. The woman with the piercings giggled, but said nothing and allowed her friend to speak. "Well honey, looks like you've lost your reward. Now it's time for a punishment." She grabbed her 8 inch pink vibrator from her panty drawer and dangled it above his throbbing cock. She clicked it on and grinned wickedly...

[Boy-toy-teaz]

"hehe"...the girl with the piercings started to chuckle at his predicament. The pink vibrator was pointing uprignt with his now extrmely swollen cock. "Wow, the pink one is so much bigger his" they laughed as he sat there enjoying the vibrations. Soon, his body started to tense...and the girls snatched away the vibrator. "No" he screamed, but he was in no shape or form to be giving any demands. The girls said that he "may" have a chance to cum...but only if he will perform a few tasks first. With his prick up in the air, the answer came swiftly. "Yes, anything...please!" Okay said the pierced girl, but don't forget you asked for it. As she finished this sentence, the girl shoved the vibrator down his throat..."suck this vibrator...get it really wet" she cooed while the other girl left for a second. He did suck too! "Like a true slut" said the friend as she walked back in the room with a strap on attatched..."now let's play!"

[Four_Inch_Heels1]

The pierced girl straddled his chest....her hard plastic cock bobbing in front of him. "Suck my cock" she ordered. He took the head into his mouth and sucked softly. She slapped his leg with her riding crop......"I know you can do better than that!". He opened his mouth wider and took all he could, gagging at times.

He felt the other girl removing the pantyhose from his ankles, setting his legs free.

The pierced girl pulled her cock out of his mouth with a loud "pop". She slowly climbed off of him, and he felt the other girl pushing his knees up to his chest.

He watched, his heart racing, as the pierced girl spread vaseline up and down her shaft....stroking it. She moved between his legs and ran the plastic dong up and down his asscrack. "Please," he whimpered, "I've never done...." She laughed at him as she pushed the head into his virgin asshole. "I'm going to make you my bitch"

[fiesty]

He looked towards his Mistress....in despair....his eyes wide with a pleading look...surely she wasnt going to allow, but the look on her face was his answer
"Ask her to take you" both women grinned "ask her to take you " she commanded as she stroked her soaking pussy. The sight in front of her making her really need to cum.
As her red haird friend knealt poised with the head of the dick just in his ass,they both looked expectantly at him.
His ass was uncomfortable but not too painfull, his dick was rock hard and oozing pre~cum tears came in to his eyes as he whispered
"please.....please fuck me,slowly" and let out a low moan "please ....fuck me" as the tears rolled down his cheeks and the red head pushed the strap~on deep into his tight virgin hole.
The spectacle before his Mistress, her slave begging her friend to fuck him, and her freind being so obliging, as she slowly pumped the plastic cock in and out of him whilst his own cock twitched and throbbed as he cried and moaned still begging.
"fuck him faster" she commanded, her hand moving faster in her clit, as she pushed the vibrator in and out of her sodden pussy. His moans became louder as the red head fucked him harder, he was sure he would have cum but for the pain inside him when the dick was rammed all the way into him , again and again as he sees and hears his mistress cumming over her frantic hands as her orgasm wracked her body...her eyes staying open the whole time...

[MsDominique]

he hears his Mistress moaning loudly through her orgasm, and he watches her body twisting and shaking. The cock ramming into his ass finally begins to slow, and he hears the redhead giggle-his attention immediately drawn to her. She leaves the strap on buried in his ass, and begins to slowly, deliberately, stroke the wet head of his cock with the tip of her index finger. his moans begin again, and his Mistress shoves a ball gag into his mouth, and then clamps her hand, still wet from her pussy juices, tightly over his nose. he can hardly take a breath, and when he does, he feels surrounded by the scent of her. Just when he thinks he can take no more, the redhead begins stroking the entire length of his cock, long, sure strokes. his Mistress holds another strap on above his face-this one longer and wider.

"Don't cum, don't make a sound, or this is what you'll get," She whispers, an evil grin on her face. The redhead begins stroking faster, and he is quickly on the brink. She stops stroking, counts to 30, and then starts again, quickly taking him to the brink. his mind reeling, he thinks, this is too much. The scent of his Mistress' pussy in his nose, the feeling of the strap on buried in his ass, being on the brink for so long...he unconsciously whimpers, causing his Mistress to laugh.

"I knew you couldn't stay silent for long..."

[wt1262001]

oh ... I know You want it in your mouth ... beg Me for it, dear ..

"BEG! BEG ME NOW!"

He moaned as I dragged the strapon all around this face playfully and played with myself with the other hand.

"Please, Mistress, i beg You, please ... please let me suck the strap on ... " he was saying it as tiny drops of tears flowed from his eyes ...

"Awww .. pretty boy is crying and begging ... "

[stevesub46]

He is surprised when she does not continue mocking him. Instead, she speaks to him in a soft soothing voice, "you have been a very good boy, to not cum in all this time. Would you like to be rewarded?"

Please make me cum, please he whines.

So she straddles him, while the redhead strokes her. She goes down once, then twice. He feels the orgasm starting to wash over him - he feels it starting deep inside. Her firm muscles contracting on him. "Here it cums," he thinks "this will be so good"

Suddenly, nothing

She has gotten off of him.

"You didn't think I would reward you for whining, did you". Now you will have to suffer.

[cockmistress]

...And suffer he did. They tied him to the bedposts, you see. Arms and legs akimbo, cock stubbornly jutting straight up into thin air...

His Mistress leaned across him to fasten the last restraint around his wrist. Her full breasts swayed invitingly, a stiff caramel peaked nipple brushed against his lips.
And then her voice like raw honey in his ear. "I really hate to leave you like this, darlin'...but we've some shopping to do."

Fishing his credit card out of his wallet with one well manicured hand and scrathing lightly at the tip of his stiff little nubber with the other, she smiled down at him.

"Don't you worry, you'll have some company while we're gone. Mrs. Kent's daughter Amanda is home for Spring Break and I've asked her to keep an eye on you while we're out. Consider her your..." she bit her full lower lip as she searched for just the right word. A sweetly cruel smile spreading across her face as she found it "...your babysitter while I'm out."

Heart hammering in his chest, eyes wide in mortified comprehension, shame painted a red swath across his face. His mind raced. My god! Amanda? She was one of the reasons he was in this predicament in the first place. Last year, before she went off to her second year of college, his Mistress-well, she was just his wife, then- had caught him in a most compromising position. To be exact, she had crept up on him one fine sunny afternoon, his face pressed against a gap in the high fence seperating their backyard from the Kent's. He'd been trimming the hedges when the peals of nymphish laughter and splashing caught his attention. Amanda, the Kent's honey blonde, tight bodied minx of a daughter was having a pool party and a bevy of bikini clad twenty something goddesses frolicked and lounged in a feast of flesh that held him transfixed and immobile. That wouldn't have been so bad, except that somehow, at sometime during the course of his voyueristic indulgence, his damn cock had tented his thin shorts obsencely and leaked a copious amount of precum right through the front panel. He was rubbing it slowly through his wet shorts when his wife had approached. Swinging around in shock, he stuttered some stupid something, but the truth was there below his waistband and they both knew it. It was that very night that the balance of power in his marriage had shifted and his once vanilla wifey began her transformation into an insatiably cruel and sexy CockMistress.

"Please, no. God, please, please, no!", he pleaded, but to no avail.

His Mistress and her auburn haired accomplice slithered into short summery dresses and shiny strappy high heeled summer sandals as he continued to whine and beg.

"Now, now. You'll be in very good hands, honey."
Intoned his beloved as she spritzed on a light perfume.

"I let Amanda know exactly what to do in my absence."

Laughing wickedly they left the room together, the sound of stiletto heels clicking merrily and fading down the hallway leaving nothing save for the lingering bouquet of her cunt on his face, her perfume in the air and him...tied down, mortified about the arrival of his "babysitter"
and still as hard as a rock.

He began to will his cock soft. It would be embarrassing enough for her to find him tied to the bed, buck naked and smelling of pussy. But he'd be damned if he'd be caught by some cockteasing college girl with a raging boner.

And it was working, his cock began to soften...the stretched taut skin began to slacken. The swollen purple head had dimished in size and the ache in his sack began to subside.

He heard the front door open and close. He heard delicate footsteps approaching the bedroom. Another door - the hall closet he thought- opened. The clinking of hangers. The soft whisper of a zipper. A promise, a warning, an invitation. His cock began to fill again, with blood, with sensation, with need. He heard soft girlish giggles. A picture of Amanda oiling her flat belly by the pool, the sun glinting off the jeweled piercing at her adorably deep navel, her small perfect breast cupped in a crotcheted white bikini, rose unbidden in his mind. Her long shimmery straight blonde mane, and the way it cascaded in a river of buttery gold around her shoulder. Her ass! God, her ass! In tight jeans. In those daisy duke shorts and white tennis skirts! Her legs like burnished stems holding the flower of her round ripe ass on a pedestal.

A silvery bead of precum appeared at the tip of his unruly member.

He was still struggling against his mounting erection when she entered the room. One look at her and the battle was lost. The collegiate cocktease was wearing one of his old white dress shirts unbuttoned to the navel. She held a plastic bag in one hand loosely. Her perk breasts played peekaboo as she walked towards him smiling. The waistband of her panties, a flash of pink, made his throat tighten.

"Hi, Mr Peeper!", she chirped as she settled down on the bed bedside him and began to dig in the bag. "I'm gonna be your sitter today...gigl"
She laid the bags former contents on the bedside table and crossed her perfect legs. She smelled like honey and ivory soap. He was lost, lost. He began to moan softly.

"This thingy is the Accomodater", she explained, pointing to a rubber dildo with double straps. "It goes on your silly face, of course. The only thing I'm wondering, baby, is--"

Standing, she raised the shirt tails to her waist. Turning she presented that gorgeous ass to him. Looking over her shoulder with a sly predatory smile she continued, "Where your sitter should...uhmmm... sit."

[sick_little_fuck]

Suddenly he was falling backwards, in a vertigo rush that prickled his consciousness. He had a little boy feeling, watching TV, a series of laugh tracks with little words and images stretched between them. From the floor his eye was really on his babysitter. She stretched out in lazy teenager fashion, tight little clothing, crotch displayed provacatively with legs separated. She caught him looking, it was always the same. "Didn't I tell you to mind your own business? Such a boy..." With that, she jumped down and pushed him on his back. Then she strattled his chest, with her crotch just inches from his face, leaning forward to pin his arms back. He pretended to fight, but wanted her like this, the smell from her young cunt was so addictive. "Say Uncle....say it!" Oh boy..."Uncle" he whispers.

She laughs and lets him up, then pushes her foot over his mouth. It was a little sweaty from all the excitement. Her arches were very high, very sexy, he had trouble breathing. "Lick them, you little fuck, little loser boy, I win you lose, fuck you!" He licked, and licked, and started getting harder and knew that later all this would be something to savor when he jerked himself to babysitter heaven. Next she was tickling his stomach, and he wanted her to stop, but she was bending over him with her crotch right over his face. It was too sexy.

Silk and smells were everywhere, his body was jumping and his mind was clearing and suddenly he was back in the bedroom, with Amanda smiling down on him, rubbing those sexy little panties over his face. "Mmmm....smelling salts. Where did you go? I'm here little boy."

[spankme]

As his head cleared, he heard Amanda speaking.

"You were terribly bad, you know. Watching my friends and me by the pool that day. That was an all-girl party and no guys were invited. Some times, we just need to get together without a bunch of piggy guys oggling us and getting all horny. But, noooo. You had to watch."

At this point he wasn't really listening to what she was saying. His eyes were fixed on her panty-less crotch. As his old shirt hung open, draped from her perky breasts, he could see that she was completely shaven. Her skin looked as soft and naked as the day she was born.

Suddenly he felt his head jerk. Amanda grabbed his hair, pulled his head back and shoved the wet panties deep into his mouth. "Who told you you could look at my pussy?" she shouted. "Now, look me in the face and pay attention!"

He tried to respond, but the words just came out garbled. The crotch of Amanda's panties was wrapped around his tongue.

Her eyes blazed anger, but her mouth was curled in an evil smirk as she spoke to him next, "We're having another all-girl party this evening. And, guess what. You're invited.

Oh don't look so confused. It's an all-GIRL party and YOU are invited. Get it? No?

Well, you already know what it feels like to get fucked. And this little thing of yours is not much bigger than my clit." Amanda reached down and gave his now-limp penis a squeeze. "So it shouldn't take too much work. By this evening, you are just gonna be another one of the GIRLS!"

Amanda was still laughing at his confusion, and at his deflated cock, when his mistress and her red-headed lover walked into the bedroom carrying bags and packages from their favorite women' store.

"Well ladies, we're back." his mistress greeted them.

[Danielle]

His mistress directed her red haired lover and Amanda to take him to the shower. He was thrust into the stream of warm water as the women all disrobed. They entered the shower, one with a can of shaving gel, one with a razor and his mistress with a long waterproof vibrator. Amanda lather up his body from head to toe as the read head shut off the water. His mistress moved behind him and began to violate his ass with the vibrator. "You need to get used to this", she said, "you male lovers will expect you to give it up!". He wanted to scream, but his will was broken and he was resigned to his fate. The women slowly shaved his body smooth, even his cock and balls, then showered him off.

The day wore on as the women feminized him, his mistress always there to train his ass while he was transformed. First his hair was shaved off his head, then his eyebrows plucked and his face shaved. Beard cover was applied then his makeup was carefully done. The three women had it all planned, one pierced his ears while another filed his toenails and painted them red.

After red press-on nails were applied, his wig was fitted. The wig reached his mid back with its deep auburn curls. Next breast forms were glued in place and a gaff painfully fitted over his erect member. His mistress was displeased that his, or rather her, hard on would not relent. She ordered, "Amanda, make it soft!". Amanda quickly fetched a leather paddle and proceeded to spank his (her) balls violently. He (she) cried out and it didn't take long to lose his arousal. Soon the gaff was refitted and through his (her) tears, the mirror revealed a beautiful woman. It was himself he saw in the mirror.

He was led to the bedroom where his mistress had picked out his clothes for the evening. "We have decided you name should Danielle, what do you think", his Mistress asked. "I like it.", she said quietly. The others dressed him as his mistress watched. First a blush colored corset, tightened to give Danielle a womanly shape, and next matching lace bra and panties. Next, silk, tan stockings were pulled tight and clasped to the garters attached to the corset. A blush camisole was pulled over Danielle’s head. Finally, a tight, short, black skirt and a white, shear, silk blouse were fitted and Danielle was instructed to slip her feet into the 5 inch black, sling back pumps. Her mistress gave her a soft kiss and presented to her a gift. Danielle opened the package and discovered a pearl necklace and matching earrings. "I hope you like them", his mistress said as she put them on Danielle.

Danielle began to cry softly, “Thank you, Mistress. They are lovely”, she said. To her surprise she felt pretty and womanly. She was beginning to enjoy her transformation and she could barely take her eye off the bedroom mirror where she could see the stunning woman she had become. “Well, it’s getting late, you will have to learn to act and walk like a girl on the job.”, her mistress said, “We need to go. The Oasis awaits, so grab your stuff girls.”

Danielle swallowed hard. The oasis was a notorious pick up spot, a meat market. She knew they would find her a man there and she knew she would pleasure that man later. The others appeared, they had gotten ready while Danielle’s mistress had presented the gift. Danielle stumbled forward on her 5-inch heels as she followed the others to the car. Her mind was reeling. Could this really be happening?

[kimberly]

She sat sullenly in the back seat of the car as they cruised toward the Oasis. His wife drove, with the redhead in the passenger seat. Between the seats he could see the redhead’s hand on his wife’s leg caressing her thigh. Amanda sat next to him, pressing her firm breast into his arm. He could feel his penis swelling at the sensation, but bent back between his legs by the gaff, there was no way for him to get an erection. Instead, the swelling turned to a throb, and this only made him feel more turned on.

He might have enjoyed the feeling, had he not been so confused. Less than 24 hours ago he had been at home tied to the bed by his wife and anticipating a little teasing and denial. It seemed innocent enough and he had wanted it. Then.

He had had no idea how much she knew about his little perversions. Yes, she had caught him masturbating by the fence while watching Amanda and her friends. And yes, her anger and her withholding sex for more than a month had been painful. But in his effort to be good and to please her and to earn her favor, he had refrained from masturbating. He had told her every day that he was being totally faithful. He had promised that his orgasms would only ever again be for her. She was not sympathetic when he begged her to let him back into their bed. That first night (had it only been one month; it felt like ages), she turned her back to him and let him stick his cock in her. He was so desperate, that it only took three strokes and he was pumping the load he had saved up for so long. The sound she made was somewhere between a snort and a laugh. He felt humiliated as she got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to clean herself off. He felt humiliated and at the same time strangely titillated.

It didn’t take him too long to realize that he had become addicted to her aloofness. While their sex returned to a more-or-less regular affair, he found that he had to work harder and harder to please her. The more he begged her, the more turned on he felt. He had also turned to the internet for help. It was true that he remained faithful by only cumming when he was with her. However, he found himself visiting porn sites to keep his stimulation more constant and his frustration level high. He also found discussion boards and stories that gave him new ideas to fuel his denial fantasies. And slowly, the pile of Playboy magazines in the garage gave way to more lurid bondage and S & M stuff. At lunch time he would leave work and go to the sex shops to buy toys for himself. He imagined her using the leather harnesses and gags on him as he fitted them on and played with himself in the garage. In fact, it was only his orgasms that remained faithful.

What he had not realized was that she knew. She had found and read his magazines. She too had played with his toys. It amused her to think of him sucking on his pink dildo and never realizing how many times she had used it to bring herself to orgasm. But worst of all (for him), she had found the history log on his computer and had gone to the website where he spent most of his time.

The website had been an eye-opener for her. She had had no idea how many men were into teasing and denial. Nor had she realized until then that his pathetic begging, his increased desire to please her with oral sex, or his new interest in sticking his tongue up her ass were all part of the submissive fallout from the day she caught him jerking off at the fence. She thought that she should have been repulsed. Instead, she read their posts and their journals, and found that she was becoming very wet. As she continued to read, she unsnapped her jeans and reached into her pants. That afternoon at the computer she had orgasm after orgasm. And she liked it.

His ultimate failure was to develop a relationship with an online Domme at the website. He had chuckled when he read her handle, Homecooking. Little did he know that those messages and teases and inquiries were coming from his own kitchen. He could not have known the effect when he told her about his fantasy of watching his wife make it with another woman. He told her in lurid detail about the day he watched Amanda and how he got caught and how he dreamed of being punished by his wife and the girl. He shared his secret fantasy of cross-dressing and going out in public. In the days and months that followed, he had written an entire cookbook of sexual fantasy for his virtual Domme, his Madam Homecooking.

So there he sat in the back seat of her car. His cock stuggling but ignored; dressed and done up like the pretty woman he fantasized he wanted to be. His wife, her lover, and the girl he so dreamed would one day punish him surrounding him in the moving automobile. He sat both terrified and resigned to something for which he had never bargained. In the distance, he could see the lights of the Oasis Club.

The car moved on, nearer and nearer. His heart was racing and his head pounded. He tried to imagine that he was somewhere else. But, he could feel the dryness in his mouth and licking his lips, the taste of his lipstick instantly brought him back to reality. The women in front were saying something in an animated fashion, but the noise of the passing street and the dizzy buzzing in his ears made it impossible to hear. He could see the parking lot. He was aware of the turn signal. He was sure that he was about to swoon.

At the last moment, his wife accelerated, and the car lurched past the entrance to the Oasis. His confusion was only compounded by the sound of laughter. Amanda and the redhead were staring at him and his wife was watching in the rearview mirror. All three were hysterical as they had watched the blood drain out of his face. The could see his fear and read his lack of comprehension. He could hear some words. “Denied, again.” “He must really have wanted some cock, maybe we should go back.” More laughter. “All dressed up and no place to go.”

Now his wife was laughing so hard she had to get out of traffic and pull the car to the curb. There tease had been a phenomenal turn-on and it was breaking her up to see him suffer so. Finally calming herself a bit, she said, “Okay, ladies. I think it’s time we went home and had that all-girl party. I’m sure that that’s what our new girl really wants us to do anyway.”

Look at him, she added, “Isn’t it, dear?” With some relief he nodded, yes.

To Amanda and the redhead, she commented, “He must be so turned on, getting to live out his fantasies. I know it’s making me want to cum right now!”

“Oh, yes,” responded the redhead, “I creamed my panties watching him when we drove by the Oasis. I think we real girls have a whole night of orgasms ahead of us. Too bad the wannabe girl won’t be cumming along with his. He’s gonna miss his Homecooking."

Amanda giggled as she reached across his lap, brushing the spot where his erect cock should be, and opened the door. “Now, get out!” his wife commanded.

[stephanieslut]

Amanda pushed the dazed and bewildered Danielle out of the car. He... She looked at her Mistress terrified and confused standing outside dressed so provocatively.

Her Mistress spoke up. "You'll have to find your own ride home dear and do remember to be nice to the boys. You wouldn't want to make them angry now would you? When you get home you can join the slumber party."

Danielle was left to fend for herself with no money and no ID in alone at night in a bad part of town known to be frequented by dirty truckers, bikers, and other disgusting men looking for a "good time" with provactively dressed women such as herself. The realitiy of her situation hit home once more.

She didn't have much time to think about it as a big rig pulled up next to her. Next to the big hairy driver was a gorgeous muscular young man probably the loader who would assist the driver at their destination. They smiled at her, their hands rubbing the bulges in their crotches. She trembled as she realized this was probably her chance for a good "ride" home...