HELPLESS
By
Butterfly
Email: tastefullytrans@yahoo.com
| WARNING: The
following story contains graphic descriptions of a sexual nature. It is intended for
mature persons only. Any persons not old enough to legally receive adult materials or who
are offended by them should read no farther. Further distribution of this story--and all
others of this nature by this author--is permissible only to appropriate persons and only
if the contents and author credit are unchanged. June 24/2000 The air inside the coffee shop was
rich with the scent of dark Colombian coffee and sweet donuts. Amber glanced from
table to table picking up snippets of conversation from the chatter that melded into a
constant, nonsensical din. Joy was late, 15 minutes late and Amber was caught
between succumbing to disappointment and maintaining her hopeful anticipation. She
continued to wait anxiously for her friend to arrive. This was to be their first meeting in
the real world after months of building an online friendship. They had met in a
chatroom for wives and significant others of cross-dressers and after weeks of chatting
had let down their guard enough to discover that they lived mere blocks from one
another. From then on they had added telephone conversations to their repertoire and
now a face-to-face meeting. Amber yelped when a hand fell softly
on her shoulder and a feminine voice sang out, "BOO!" Joy had entered from
the side door to which Amber had her back turned. Amid a flourish of nervous giggles
and heartfelt hugs the two met in person and then studied each other against the photos
they had exchanged. Both were beautiful but from opposite ends of the
spectrum. Joy was tall and reed thin, her dark beauty was sultry. She had
olive toned skin, huge deep brown eyes and jet-black hair that hung halfway down her
back. Amber had a fair wholesome beauty. She was petite, a full 6 inches
shorter than Joy, had sparkling green eyes, a fair complexion and shoulder length golden
brown hair. Their first face to face conversation
flowed as though they had been friends since childhood and the time passed quickly until
finally, having had more than enough coffee, they decided to go for a walk. Once the
pace was set and they were strolling leisurely along a tree lined street, Amber asked a
pivotal question that would change their friendship forever. "Does Dan tell you his
fantasies?" "Oh yes, he has great
fantasies." Joy answered with complete ease. "So does Justin. His
latest one is really something." Amber stated and at Joy's prodding gaze
continued to describe her husband's most recent fantasy. When it was told and Amber fell
silent, Joy slowed their amble to a full stop and turned to Amber. "Wow, that
one is really something. Dan doesn't come up with fantasies that exciting. Are
you going to try to make it come true?" "How on earth can I do
that? Amber asked, hoping her friend had some ideas. "Well, if you really want to,
I'll help." Joy offered hesitantly but with an underlying note of hopeful
anticipation. "Really? You'd want
to?" Amber hadn't expected Joy to offer to help in that manner. She had
hoped Joy would give her some ideas on how she alone could fulfill her husband's fantasy
not offer to become a part of it. She wasn't completely sure how she felt about
it...excited, inhibited, aroused, afraid. "Sure, what are friends
for?" Joy's mouth curled into a feline smile and her eyes narrowed.
"In return, you can help me make one of Dan's come true." Amber bit her lower lip as she
considered her friend's offer and casting caution to the wind agreed. "Yeah,
what are friends for." For the better part of the next hour
they walked and planned the details of how they would make Justin's fantasy come to life
and then parted company with a promise that Amber would call Joy when the stage was
set. When Amber returned home, she told Justin nothing about her meeting with
Joy except for the superficial to which he listened with less than half of his
attention. Amber sat quietly for a moment and just looked at her husband waiting for
him to realize she had stopped talking. He didn't. Getting up to go take a shower,
she thought, "Ohhh you'll be paying pretty close attention tomorrow night
buddy." Later, as the steady rise and fall of
his chest beneath her cheek began to lull her to sleep, she whispered into the darkness,
"I want to spend tomorrow with Desiree." She felt his chest expand and its
movement pause before a long breath hissed softly from between his lips.
"Really?" "Yeah, I miss her."
Amber answered with a sigh and then waited long seconds for Justin to reply. "Okay," Justin agreed and
pulled Amber closer into the crook of his arm. The next morning, they slept late and
Amber hurriedly showered, dressed and left the house to do the list of chores she had
planned for the day. After getting groceries, she returned home to find Justin was
in the shower. She put the groceries away, changed into a pair of shorts and tank
top and went out to tackle the yard work and tidy up their shed. Over the steady roar of the lawn
mower, she didn't hear Justin calling to her but caught sight of him from the corner of
her eye and shut the mower off. Justin walked toward her telling her that he was
going to work on his internet site for a couple of hours then get ready for the
evening. Surprised, Amber asked what time it was and was more surprised to find out
that it was already deep into the afternoon. After a quick peck on the lips, Justin
returned to the house and Amber restarted the mower. Later, with everything she had hoped
to accomplish actually done, Amber slid off her clothes and stepped into the shower.
This time she took more care than during the quick shower she had taken in the morning and
let the drumming water ease her tense muscles. When she finally turned the tap off,
humid clouds of steam filled the bathroom. She toweled off and blotted the wetness
from her hair. Enjoying the smooth clean feel of her skin, she spent long moments
slathering on moisturizer and massaging it in with long strokes. In the kitchen, Justin was busy
grating cheese and slicing pepperoni for pizza and Amber slid the knife from his
hand. "I'll finish this. You go get ready. I put your clothes on
the bed." After a fleeting brush of lips, Justin headed off to do his wife's
bidding. When Amber heard him reach the top of the stairs, she picked up the phone
and dialed Joy's number. In a conspiratorial voice, she told Joy that Justin was
getting ready and to expect another call in a couple of hours. A short time later, they finished
eating and having already gotten partially ready Justin returned to their bedroom to get
dressed while Amber went to the bathroom to apply her make-up. Amber hurried in order to
be ready long before Justin so that she could complete the finishing touches on the set of
his fantasy. She also had to sneak into his office and ready things there and hoped
that he wouldn't have to go online again. She managed to get everything done before
hearing him call her name. When she walked into the bedroom, a slow
appreciative smile curved her full lips. "You look wonderful."
She said in a sultry voice as she approached her husband. "Do I." He asked
coyly, tilting his head in a shy manner that she found so endearing. "Tell
me." Standing before her husband, who no
longer looked at all like her husband or a man for that matter, Amber slowly ran her hand
up his stocking clad thigh, over his hip and up to cup his breast. She then stood
back again and let her eyes wonder over Desiree, her husband's female counterpart.
"You have such sexy legs, my love. They're so long and shaped so
nice." Amber stepped closer to once again caress Desiree's thigh. Her husband's long legs were indeed
beautiful in sheer black lace-top stockings and made to appear even longer by the 4 inch
black stiletto heels he wore. As her hand traced a path up his thigh and over the
hem of his skirt, she could feel the straps holding up his stockings. Slowly, she
lifted his red mini skirt in order to peer at his panties and garter. He wore black
satin string-bikini panties and a matching garter edged in soft lace. Amber smoothed
his skirt back down and let her hand glide up his arm. His blouse was made of sheer
white chiffon and styled like a poet blouse. She loved the feel of the material and
the ruffles at each cuff and along the scooped neckline. She saw that he had gone
all out and shaved his chest as well as his legs so the black bra he wore under the shirt
stood out in stark relief against his hairless skin. He wore a maternity bra, which
he called his 'tittie' bra and had modified by cutting the cups away leaving only the
frame. Due to a massive weight loss and then lifting weights, her husband had
'breasts' that could be pulled into the frame of the bra cups and looked like real
tits. She saw his hardened nipples through the sheer fabric of the blouse and knew
that the feel of the material sliding over each sensitive bud was highly erotic to him. Finally, she looked up at his face
and caught her breath as she always did when she saw his eyes. His make-up was
expertly applied, especially his eye-make-up which caused his blue eyes to appear even
more striking and sensual. He wore a shoulder length red wig with long bangs that
parted on the side and fell in a soft wave to almost cover half of his face. When he
lifted a hand to brush the hair back, she noticed that his nails weren't done and
instructed him to sit on the edge of the bed while she went to get his nail polish.
Carefully, she applied the scarlet polish to each nail and noticed how his hand movements
became more feminine with the addition of polish. She then got 2 of his favorite
rings and slid them onto his fingers. There, the makeover was complete and Desiree
stood before her in all of her sensual glory. "I have something special
planned for tonight so you had better do anything you need to do because you're going to
be very occupied for hours." Amber said with a mischievous smile and left the
room before Desiree could question her. "Wait!" Desiree
called from the bedroom. Amber smiled but didn't stop. "Amber! What do you have
planned?" Still, Amber continued down the stairs without answering. "Amber!" Curiousity
lent an edge to Desiree's voice. "You'll see! It's going to
blow your mind." Amber called up the stairs. "Hurry up!" Within minutes, Desiree was standing
impatiently in the kitchen. "What do you have planned?" "We have to go to the
shed." Amber stated as though it was something they did regularly and giggled
at Desiree's surprised expression. "The shed?" "Yep, I have a surprise for you
in the shed. Ready?" With a nod, Desiree followed her
wife. Without telling Justin the reason,
she had spent more than an hour earlier cleaning their large shed. The wooden floor
had been swept clean of sawdust, the center of the enclosed space had been cleared, and
the workbench was now empty of tools and draped with a white tablecloth. She had
also screwed 2 eyebolts into the ceiling rafters and 2 more into the floor. Desiree's eyes widened in surprise
when she entered the shed and commented appreciatively on how tidy it was. In
response, Amber turned to her and smiled devilishly. "Well, I couldn't have my
slut performing in a dirty shed." "What do you mean,
'performing'?" Desiree asked with a mixed note of apprehension and
anticipation. "You'll see." Amber
stated simply and then hardened the tone of her voice. "The time for your
questions is past. Now, you're going to do as you're told. Do you
understand?" "Yes, I understand."
Desiree answered knowing that Amber would brook no argument or would simply walk away from
whatever was planned. Desiree also knew that when Amber planned something, it was
always intensely pleasurable and she didn't want to miss out on it. "Stand right here."
Amber positioned Desiree under the eyebolts in the ceiling and then walked over to the
workbench where she had placed a cardboard box earlier. From the box, she withdrew
four long strips of wide black satin ribbon. With the ribbons in hand, she carried a
stepladder to where Desiree stood. She tied a piece of ribbon to each of Desiree's
wrists and then climbed the ladder. "Lift your arms." She
ordered and Desiree lifted her arms. Amber then tied each piece of ribbon to an
eyebolt until Desiree's wrists were suspended from the ceiling about two feet apart.
With a clatter, she folded the
stepladder and placed it against the far wall before returning to Desiree. She knelt
at her feet and tied a length of ribbon to each ankle and then to it's corresponding
eyebolt on the floor until Desiree's feet were also positioned almost two feet apart. Then she took a few steps back to
view her handiwork. "There, now you're helpless aren't you? I can do
anything I want with you." She gloated. "What are you going to do?
Desiree asked nervously, afraid that Amber would go too far with the little games they
played. "I told you no more questions.
Didn't I? Amber didn't wait for a response. "I'll grant you this last one
though. But, I don't think that's the question you really should be
asking." Amber said smugly as she took up a position at the front of the shed
by an apparently haphazard pile of folding lawn chairs. "Why?" Desiree
questioned. The suspense and Amber's unusually cold attitude were causing her to
feel twinges of trepidation but at the same time she could feel her arousal growing. "I think it would be better to
ask who is going to be watching what I'll be doing to you." "What? What do you
mean?" Desiree asked anxiously as the trepidation she felt turned into a knot
of fear. "This is what I
mean." Amber turned and pulled the lawn chairs away and set them against a side
wall, she then lifted a white sheet, rolled it up and tossed it on the floor a few feet
away. She knew that her body kept Desiree from seeing what she had uncovered.
"So many will get to see my little slut perform. That's what you want, isn't
it? Amber turned to face her captive and took a step to the side to reveal both a
video camera set on a tripod and a netcam set on it's own tripod. She watched Desiree's eyes widen in
disbelief. "Well? Isn't it?" She repeated. "Only in fantasy Amber. I
didn't want it for real. It was just a fantasy." Desiree could hear the
slight edge of panic in her voice and couldn't keep it from sweeping through her.
Underneath the panic she also felt hot excitement even though she didn't want to. Or
didn't think she wanted to. With measured steps, Amber approached
Desiree. "So, it was only a fantasy? You're a lying slut aren't
you? Amber chided angrily as she cupped proof of Desiree's excitement.
"Why are you so hard my dear? Is it because you're afraid? You're
shy? You don't want anyone to see you like this? Amber emphasized each
question by tightening her grip on Desiree's growing cock. "Lying
slut!" She spat out. "You want everyone to see what a slut you
are. You want everyone to watch you perform. You want men to masturbate while
they watch you. You'd love it if they could cum all over you, don't you? You'd
love being a cum covered slut." While she spoke, Amber slowly stroked Desiree's
cock until it reached full hardness and a drop of precum flowed from the tip. Each of Amber's words carved hot
paths through Desiree's consciousness, they lit her mind with brilliantly erotic images,
and they swept like wildfire through her veins and flamed even hotter between her
legs. Her head fell back, her eyes closed and her scarlet lips parted.
Yes, she did want all of that, everything Amber said, but only in fantasy...only in
fantasy. "Tell me you want
it?" Amber demanded as she watched Desiree's full arousal blossom. "Only...in fantasy."
Desiree whispered. "Liar." "Nooo." "Tell me!" Amber
demanded again and squeezed Desiree's cock. "I...I want it."
Desiree finally succumbed to her deepest, most secret desires. "Tell me!" "I want...I want to be
watched." Desiree moaned. "What else?" "I want men to cum watching
me." "Where do you want them to
cum?" Amber prodded "On me...I want them to cum on
me. I want to be a cum covered slut." The words tumbled from Desiree's
lips in hot gasps as Amber continued to stroke her throbbing cock. "That's better."
Amber pulled her hand away from Desiree's cock and saw her lean forward in protest.
"I have other things to get ready so you just think about how you're going to satisfy
your audience." Amber instructed and then walked to the workbench. Through a haze of arousal, Desiree
watched Amber pull unknown items from a box and set them on the bench. Only when
Amber stepped away could she see the implements carefully positioned on the bench and she
moaned raggedly at the sight. Laid out in order was a red ball gag, a black satin
blindfold, black nipple clips with a length of fine chain joining them, a black leather
strap, a 12 inch double headed dildo, a strap-on dildo with clitoral stimulator and a
smaller slim dildo. Amber walked away from the bench and
toward the cameras where she turned on a bright flood-light and flicked off the dimmer
overhead light. She then turned the video camera on and bent to view the image being
recorded. After a few minor adjustments she straightened and gazed at Desiree.
"That's all set and there's
enough light to keep you from being hidden in shadows. Now I have to set-up the
netcam and leave your web address on a few message boards." Amber saw Desiree
take a deep shuddering breath in response. "Stage fright?" She asked
with a smirk. "Don't worry. It'll pass once you get into your
role...slut!" Amber returned to the bench to
retrieve the ball gag and blindfold and brought them to Desiree. "Yours isn't a
speaking role, so you'll need this." She swung the ball in a half circle and
then stretched up on to her tiptoes to place it in Desiree's mouth before walking behind
her to tie it into place. "And I'll be lenient enough with you to allow you to
cover your face somewhat." She said as she tied the thin blindfold over
Desiree's eyes. "There. Now I have to go into the house for a few
minutes. Keep yourself occupied with thoughts of what you'll be performing for
everyone." Amber spoke from the doorway. "Oh, and by the way, your
email address will be posted so you can get feedback from everyone who watches you." Quickly, Amber entered the house and
picked up the phone. Joy answered after 2 rings and Amber told her that everything
was ready. She then went into Justin's office and turned on the computer, logged-on
to the net and opened the netcam program. Luckily she wouldn't have to adjust the
position of the netcam for she could see Desiree clearly and watched her for a few seconds
as she adjusted the color and sharpness of the image. She then typed in a URL,
picked up the netcam feed and set it to run streaming video and added the html to ask for
feedback and listed Desiree's email address. Then she opened several browsers,
clicked addresses from her bookmarks and opened various message boards. Quickly she
typed in the URL and a message on one board and then highlighted it, copied it and posted
the same message on the rest of the boards. She knew that Joy would arrive any
second and wanted to watch what happened in person rather than over the netcam so she
hurried back downstairs and into the driveway. Desiree couldn't quite get her mind
around what had happened and couldn't bring herself to completely believe that Amber would
actually broadcast their little game over the net. The thought of it excited her but
only the thought, not the actuality....or did it? As always, when Amber wove
Desiree's fantasies into words and spoke them while they made love, the level of arousal
that Desiree could attain was bone shattering. But, those were only words. Now
she was caught in the reality of her fantasy and truly didn't know how to feel. Before she could sort it out she
heard a car pull into the driveway and panic seized her. The flood light would be
more than visible from outside. Would whoever it was come into the shed?
Fervently, Desiree began to pray that the visitor would not. Her prayers went
unanswered. With a conspiratorial wink and a
finger to her lips to hush Joy, Amber approached her and whispered in the other woman's
ear. With a smile, Joy nodded and did as Amber had instructed. "Amber!" Joy called
out. "Are you in the shed?" Desiree felt deeper panic surge
through her and struggled against the ribbons that held her fast. Never before had
she felt so helpless and exposed. Never before had she felt such soul-wrenching
mortification at being caught. From outside, she could hear footsteps crunching on
the gravel path to the shed. "Damn, damn, damn!" She screamed behind
the ball-gag and renewed her struggle with the ribbons that bound her. Why the hell
did satin have to be so damn strong! The metallic rasp of the door hinges
sounded like booming screeches to her ears as the door slowly opened and Desiree wished
with all of her heart that the floor would open and swallow her whole. Of course,
her wish was not granted. "Amber?" An
inquisitive voice called out before the door opened completely and Desiree absently noted,
through the wall of her panic, that it was a voice she didn't recognize. "Well, well. What do we
have here?" Joy asked with a note of malicious glee in her voice. Desiree groaned and felt her body
attempt to shrink into itself as she listened to the sound of heels clicking hollowly on
the wooden floor. In her fantasies she had gotten an erotic thrill from just such a
situation, but this was reality and she couldn't quite believe it was actually happening. Joy slowly approached the helpless
Desiree taking precise steps so that the captive would be able to track the sound of her
approach. When she stood immediately in front of Desiree, she trailed her
fingernail lightly up the length of her exposed thigh and felt the muscles flex in
surprise. Her nail then rasped softly over the red gabardine of Desiree's skirt and
further up until she lifted the ruffle at the neckline of the blouse. "Amber told me that you had nice
tits." Joy commented silkily and wrung a distraught moan from Desiree. "Oh come now. You can't
tell me that you don't enjoy this. Not when I can see your nipples getting
hard." Joy teased as she let her fingernail brush across one of Desiree's
hardened nipple. Desiree moaned again when her flesh
betrayed her and puckered in erotic delight. Beyond the edges of the mortification
she felt at getting caught in such a degrading situation her arousal was smoldering.
She could feel her cock responding, could feel it pressing against the satin of her
panties and she moaned again. This time the moan was deeper and without the high
note of panic and embarrassment. "At this very moment your wife
is watching us along with many others on the net. Did you know that? Joy asked
as she began to walk around Desiree trailing her fingers as she went. "Yes, you
knew that didn't you? And that's what makes this so exciting to you. You're a
slut and dying to be displayed, aren't you? Desiree shook her head from side to
side to denounce the woman's words. Yet she knew the truth, knew she was a slut who
wanted others to look at her with lust. But only in her fantasies she amended
silently. "I think it's time to show your
audience a little more. We don't want them to lose interest now do we?"
Joy returned to stand in front of Desiree. "It's unfortunate that your blouse
has no buttons." She said apologetically as she fingered the neckline searching for
the imperfection that Amber had told her would be there. Finding it, she clutched
each side in her hands and pulled them apart. The material tore with a tight ripping
sound followed by a low moan by Desiree and a renewed struggle against the ribbons that
bound her. "Ohh, you do have nice
tits!" Joy exclaimed as she pulled aside the edges of Desiree's torn blouse.
She then stood to one side so not to block the cameras and gently cupped one perky
breast. Desiree pulled her body away but Joy expected the move and followed it so
the weight of Desiree's breast never left the cup of her hand. "Don't move! She commanded
harshly and pinched the nipple between thumb and forefinger until Desiree moaned with both
pleasure and pain. "Amber told me how obedient you would be, how anxious to
please. I haven't seen any evidence of that and think you need
reminding." Joy kept the angry edge to her voice. Everyone watching
should get a good view of your tits so hold still." Desiree did as she was told and felt
the woman's hands cup her breasts as if to lift them for inspection. She could feel
a shy blush heat her face but also felt heat flaring in her groin, pumping blood into her
cock and puckering her nipples into hard sensitive buds. She inhaled a rush of air
when she felt a warm, wet tongue bathe one nipple as a hand kneaded her other tit.
In her mind the fantasy turned reality finally breached the last of her defenses and she
welcomed it passionately moaning in pleasure. "Ahhh, now the slut is emerging
eh? Joy taunted. "There are men watching thinking that they're watching
lesbians. There are men right now pulling their cocks out of their pants and
stroking them as they stare at your tits, as they fantasize about taking my
place." Joy punctuated her words by flicking her tongue across Desiree's
nipple. "Should we show them that you have a cock of your own?" Desiree shook her head vigorously not
wanting the illusion she portrayed to end yet. She wanted the men watching to
continue to believe she was a woman, wanted them to lust after her tits, to use her in
their fantasies. She wanted to be a helpless, submissive woman for all to see. "You dare say no to
me!" Joy lashed out savagely enough for Desiree to be startled.
"Amber hasn't taught you your role well enough and you need more
instruction." Joy turned her back to Desiree, strode to the workbench and
lifted the leather strap. She then returned to the captive and stroked her nipples
with the strap. "Do you know what this is? Can you feel what it
is?" She asked as Desiree whimpered, then drew her hand back and let the strap
fall across one nipple. She laughed contemptuously when Desiree leaned forward,
straining toward the strap rather than away from it. She swung the strap again and
Desiree whimpered and then moaned in pleasure. "You are indeed a very naughty
little slut aren't you?" Joy smirked and was answered by Desiree's affirmative
nod and a deep throaty moan. Joy repeatedly let the strap fall
against Desiree's nipples until the skin around them was reddened and hot.
Throughout the tit spanking, Desiree had moaned heatedly and become almost delirious with
pleasure. Now she struggled against the ribbons not to be free to escape but to give
vent to the animal lust that burned through her. Her cock had grown to a painful
hardness and throbbed in need of release. It would not find that release for hours
yet. Joy threw the strap back on to the
bench and watched for drawn out seconds as Desiree writhed in sensual agony. She
then returned to her side, careful not to block the cameras, and once again took a nipple
between her thumb and forefinger. "I think you would enjoy this even more if it
were a man's tongue teasing these nipples of yours." As if on cue but totally unexpected
by Joy, a knock sounded on the shed door before it swung open to reveal the shocked
expression of her husband. Joy felt surprise drain her face of color and scrambled
to find the words to explain what he had walked in on. Leaving Desiree in complete
ignorance, she quickly guided her husband from the shed and to his car where they bent
their heads together as she earnestly explained what was going on. Much to her
relief, her husband understood and even chuckled at the deviousness with which the two
women had planned the evening. With the light of a dawning idea
brightening her deep brown eyes, Joy once again leaned close to her husband to share what
her nimble mind had thought up and smiled brightly when he chuckled again and agreed to
participate. Just then Amber approached and Joy waved her over and ran the
alterations to their original plan by her. Amber quickly agreed and the 3 strode
back to the shed. Desiree knew something had gone amiss
but wasn't sure what. She suspected that an unexpected visitor had entered the shed
although she hadn't heard another voice. Embarrassment cooled the erotic heat that had
been consuming her and she berated herself for having allowing herself to get into such a
helpless situation. Fervently, she hoped that the interloper hadn't been a family
member or friend who knew nothing of her fetish. Her pulse quickened when she heard
the door to the shed open and footsteps approached. Joy was no longer alone and she
wondered if Amber had finally come to her senses and would untie her. Once again her
hopes were dashed and a new surge of trepidation over-took her as Joy began to speak. "My husband has decided to join
us Desiree." Desiree whimpered in response. "Oh, don't be like that. Your
fantasy is complete. You have a man here to admire you in person." Desiree tried to deny her most secret
fantasy but it was no use. The whole evening thus far had weakened her, had opened
her to the thrill of having her most erotic of fantasies made reality and she felt herself
being swept away once again. Though she could not see him and had not yet heard his
voice, it was enough to know that a man was in the room looking at her. She wanted
desperately to know what he thought; to hear words of compliment from him, to hear the
timbre of desire lend richness to his voice. This time she was not denied. His voice was deep and slightly
louder than a whisper. She could hear the hesitancy in his first words as though he
too had to ease himself into this new role, had to allow himself to be swept away by
it. She could feel his breath fan across her bare chest and it caused goosebumps to
rise and her nipples to pucker tightly. His words caused her pulse to flutter
erratically and her breath to deepen. "You have very nice tits
Desiree." Joy's husband, Dan, said admiringly and dropped his voice to a husky
whisper at Desiree's name. "I wish I had tits like that," he added
revealing that he too shared Desiree's fetish. "Any man would enjoy sucking
your nipples." Desiree caught her breath when a hot
tongue flicked across first one nipple and then the other. Her mind screamed with
the realization that a man had her nipple locked between his lips and was twirling his
tongue around it just as Amber often did. She moaned against the ball lodged in her
mouth and had she not been wearing a blindfold her eyes would have flown open in stunned
shock. She could feel the stiff hairs of Dan's moustache graze the flesh of her
breast and the sensation was both alarming and somehow satisfying and some secret part of
her made her lean forward, pressing against the tongue that expertly bathed her nipple. "Look how much the slut likes it
Dan." Joy commented with a chuckle and pulled another moan deep from within
Desiree. "Amber told me that Desiree loves to suck on a dildo. Why don't
you give her your dildo to suck Dan." At this, Desiree once again pulled
away and fought the ribbons that held her captive. She did enjoy sucking a dildo but
had no intention of sucking a man's cock. "I guess she needs another
lesson in obedience." Joy said matter-of-factly. "Help me get her
over a sawhorse, hun." Desiree heard the scrape of a
sawhorse being pulled across the floor as someone, Dan or Joy, untied her wrists.
For a second her wrists were unbound but all too quickly she was pulled down and her
wrists retied to the legs of a sawhorse while her ankles remained fixed to the eyebolts in
the floor. She felt padding cushion her waist as it rested against the sawhorse and
new that Amber had planned even this. Even though there was no denying the reality
of what was happening, Desiree still struggled with the knowledge that Amber condoned,
even planned, all that was taking place. Joy, strap once again in hand, took
up a position behind Desiree and hiked up her skirt. Without warning she let the
strap fall against the cheek of Desiree's panty clad ass with enough force to cause her to
arch her back and moan. "Take the gag out of her mouth Dan and get the
dildo." Joy ordered as she let the strap fall again. Relieved of the ball gag, Desiree
worked the stiff muscles of her jaw before stating disobediently that she would not suck
the dildo. In response she got a sound smack on the ass that made her whimper.
"You just need to be warmed up
again, slut. Then you'll do what you're told without argument." Joy taunted as
she smacked Desiree's upturned ass again. "You love sucking the
dildo. You fantasize that it's a real man fucking your sweet mouth and then cumming
all over your face. You would love to be a cum-covered slut, wouldn't you?
Answer me and don't lie!" "No, nooo...that's just a
fantasy." Desiree cried out, her voice made hoarse by being gagged. "Lying slut! You love
having your mouth fucked with the dildo! You love the thought of having cum dripping
from your lips! You love the thought of men watching you suck a big hard cock!
Tell me it's true!" Joy spat the words and lent emphasis to each sentence with
a smack across Desiree's reddening ass. Against her will, Desiree responded
to the words and the pleasurable sting of the strap. Her mind filled with images of
sucking Amber's dildo as her voice wove fantasies about being watched doing it, about
having her mouth fucked like a slut, about having her face covered in cum. Just as
when Amber spoke the words, Desiree felt her cock harden until it throbbed and a primal
lust swept through her. Her mind emptied of all reservations and only the need to
drown in the illusion filled it. She picked up the familiar scent of
latex and her lips parted, her tongue swept past them to lick the head of the dildo as it
rested against her lower lip. She opened her mouth wider and the dildo entered,
gliding against her tongue until her mouth was full of it. "Suck it slut! It'll get
you primed for the real thing!" Joy said harshly. Somewhere in the back of Desiree's
mind an alarm sounded but it was too distant, obscured by the sensation of the dildo
gliding in and out of her mouth and by the knowledge that others were watching her suck it
greedily. Suddenly, her mouth was empty, the dildo taken away and she moaned to have
it back, to have her mouth full once again. Not even Joy's instruction to her
husband cooled Desiree's need and the words simply rolled past the edge of conscious
thought. "Put a rubber on Dan. She likes the taste of latex." Once again the smell of latex wafted
up her nostrils and her mouth opened in conditioned response. Her lips and tongue
picked up the subtle differences, the warmth of the cock sheathed in latex, the differing
pattern of veins along the shaft and the feel of crisp curls against her lips when the
cock glided into her mouth to the hilt. "Ahhhh yeah, suck it
slut!" Dan moaned breathlessly and Desiree complied willingly. She pulled
the cock into her mouth and masterfully twirled her tongue around the head. The
sensation of having her mouth filled, of hips thrusting forward and back, of strong hands
holding her head steady and the sound of a man groaning in pleasure fed the erotic fire
within her and it roared to life. She couldn't seem to get enough. "That's right slut, suck it
hard. You suck it so good!" Dan exclaimed between groans of
ecstasy. "Suck harder." Desiree complied with pleasure, his words
stroking her passion as sensuously as his cock stroked her tongue. "Ohhh God, I'm going to cum all
over your face bitch!" Dan gasped and Desiree moaned in delight. Suddenly
her mouth was empty and she heard the subtle glide of latex. She lifted her face as
though lifting it to sunshine and felt warm drops of cum strike her smooth cheeks. "There. Now you're a cum
covered slut." Joy chuckled. Desiree shuddered in response
completely lost in the illusion of being a true woman, a sex kitten performing for an
audience, a submissive slut being made to do what ordinarily would not be done. "You really like having your
mouth fucked you little slut. That was one of the best blow-jobs I've ever
had." Dan complimented and Desiree all but purred at the sincerity in his
voice. "If it feels that good to fuck your mouth I can't imagine how good it'll
feel to fuck you." For a moment Desiree didn't grasp the
implication of what he had said and when she did a bolt of fear tore through her.
"Nooo, no...you can't do that. Please, no! Get Amber, she won't let you
do that!" "Desiree, Desiree."
Joy said condescendingly. "Amber wouldn't allowed any of this if she had a
choice. But like you, she has no choice since she's tied up in the house helplessly
watching on the net with everyone else." Joy lied convincingly and watched
Desiree shake her head in disbelief. "You're completely at our mercy, slut.
Totally helpless." Desiree heard Joy's footsteps behind
her and felt a warm hand on the cheek of her ass before being pinched roughly and having
her panties lowered to mid-thigh. She struggled against the sawhorse to no avail and
tried to shut her mind to what was about to happen. A well-lubricated finger slid
past her anus and the sphincter tightened in response. "Relax." Joy
ordered harshly and, of course, Desiree could not. He legs grew weak at the sensation of
being finger-fucked in such a way and as much as she wanted to, she couldn't deny the
pleasure she felt. Within moments she was moaning softly and lifting her ass into
the air. Then she heard a soft metallic jingle and felt clips being attached to her
nipples and moaned at the pleasure-pain. During all of it, Joy kept up a steady
stream of reminders about the men watching, about how much of a slut Desiree was, how sexy
she looked. Occasionally, Dan spoke up and said that he couldn't wait to fuck her
again and how good it will feel like to be fucked like a woman. Desiree didn't know
who was finger-fucking her and no longer cared. As always the words they used pulled
her into what was happening with abandon. She felt more cold lubricant being
applied to her anus and felt warm hands settle on the cheeks of her ass. Then
slowly, gently she felt a cock enter her, gliding smoothly into her until she felt stiff
denim and the cold metal of a zipper press against her skin. She moaned in pleasure
and revulsion, torn between the two until well-lubricated strokes of the cock swept her
mind of everything except the pleasure of being fucked. While Dan slid his cock in and out of
her, Joy brought the dildo to Desiree's lips once again. Automatically, Desiree
opened her mouth and the dildo slid smoothly in. She moaned mindlessly as she was
thoroughly fucked and her moans became even more fevered when Dan began to speak.
"Ahhh, you're so tight. Tight like a virgin...it feels soooo good. I'm going to
cum again." His cock slid from her and she felt
his warm cum splash against the cheeks of her ass. Desiree's own cock was harder
than it had ever been and she wanted desperately to cum, to find release from the wicked
pressure gripping her balls. It took all of her strength to deny herself this relief
as she focused on the overwhelming need to sink her cock into the warm sheath of a pussy
and explode into it's welcoming depths. She wanted her wife. The dildo glided from her mouth and
she panted for air as her heart jackhammered in her chest. She felt strangely empty,
almost bereft now that nothing filled her. The feeling deepened when she realized
that the night's activities were drawing to an end. "Go into the house Dan and get
cleaned up while I loosen the slut's bindings." Joy instructed her husband and
Desiree heard his footsteps head toward the door. Before he walked out of the shed,
he turned back and told Desiree how much he had enjoyed meeting her and looked forward to
the next time. Desiree's heart skipped a beat at the thought of repeating what had
just happened. "I'm going to loosen these just
enough so that you can free yourself after I've left. I'll leave it to you to untie
Amber." Desiree felt the ribbons around her
wrists and ankles loosen and she immediately began to work her hands free. Joy
silently let herself out of the shed and went into the house to help with the final
preparations before leaving for home with her husband. Just as they pulled out of
the driveway, the headlights of the car caught Desiree as she sprinted into the
house. Joy and Dan chuckled at how well the illusion had been carried out and wished
they could watch as Desiree made the last discoveries about the night. Desiree entered the house and
immediately made her way to her office where she expected to find Amber. When she
entered her office she was surprised to find Amber still tied to a chair with her mouth
bound. Amber's eyes were wide with shock and communicated pleas to be untied.
Desiree bents to the task even though she would have preferred to leave Amber tied and
rake her over the coals for what had happened tonight. But, a more pressing need had
to be taken care of first. The ribbons securing Amber to the
chair fell away and without stripping the gag from his wife's mouth; Desiree pulled her
out of the chair and bent her over the edge of the desk. Holding her in place with
one hand pressed against her back, the other hand pulled down her panties and her fingers
sought Amber's pussy. Desiree was startled to find his wife
was excessively wet, her juice even glistening on the insides of her thighs. He
didn't bother fingering her into readiness since there was no need and roughly sank his
throbbing cock as deeply into her as he could. The mere feel of the walls of her
cunt tightening around his cock brought him to the edge of climax and it took only a few
strokes before he was catapulted over. Never had he felt such a strong orgasm as
this one. It didn't flow through him like a surging river of pleasure but blasted
through him like a tidal wave. Wave after wave of hot cum spurted deep into his wife
and he cried out with wild passion as his fingers clutched the flesh of her hips in a
vice-like grasp. He thought the orgasm would never end and didn't know how he would
be able to endure another second of the intense pleasure. But it did end and he was
left panting, weak-kneed and unable to form a coherent thought. Long moments later he pulled the wig
off of his head unable to bear the feel of it any longer and pulled the gag from his
wife's mouth. He began to tell her about all that was done to him and how he now
felt about being taken by a man. He shuddered and could not find the words, unable
to express how exciting it had been during, but now, afterwards how ashamed he was
beginning to feel. He had always known without doubt that he was heterosexual, but
now.... Amber placed a finger to her
husband's lips and told him to shush. He protested but she kissed him tenderly and
told him not to worry. Then she picked up a videotape off of the desk that he had
not noticed and led him to their bedroom. He offered no resistance. "Hunny, I wanted to make your
deepest fantasy come true and I did. But, even what you think was reality was still
all fantasy." Amber spoke softly, her voice soothing. Desiree glared at his wife in angry
confusion. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Watch. It was all a
fantasy." Amber pushed a button on the remote and the video began to whir in
the machine. Desiree watched spellbound as
everything he could not see during the night was revealed to him. During the whole
thing Amber had been in the shed, she had been the one touching him, sucking his nipples,
using the strap-on dildo to fuck his mouth and his ass. He couldn't help but laugh
uproariously when he saw his wife with a fake mustache glued in place. The cock he had
felt in his mouth had been the condom sheathed strap-on, the cum simply warmed k-y
jelly. All the while Joy and Dan had provided only the voices and half the time had
not even been watching. The only time Joy had directly
participated was near the end when she had fucked his mouth with the dildo because Amber
could not be in two places at once. Even though he watched the video, it was
difficult to believe that he had been so thoroughly fooled and realized just how
powerfully he had wanted this fantasy...enough to convince himself that it was becoming
reality and to lose himself in it completely. The doubts and self-recriminations
after-the-fact left him and he felt a surge of excitement fill him. Amber did
confirm that the whole thing had been sent out onto the net and even now he had more than
twenty emails from watchers. The thought that people had watched
and had written to him enflamed him and he hoped Amber was not too tired and wouldn't get
sore because he planned to bring some of her fantasies to life over and over. First
he was going to tie her up in the shed and then...... THE END
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