Chapter 4
I went with her but halfway across the street I remembered my panties. Jean laughed and told me that never made any difference. I held the hem down as we walked.
Jean ordered a milkshake while I had a coke. She looked like a high school cheerleader but she told me she was twenty six. "I'll never grow old. I'm too happy. I have everything I want, especially that thing men have between their legs."
"Is the whole place sex crazy?"
"Just about. I didn't care for it when my husband first brought me here five years ago, but now, I love it. Everybody is so free. They are friendly without being sickening, and what I like more than anything else is that there is no crime. It's wonderful. You can leave your door open and nobody will break in, you can walk down the street almost naked and nobody will stop you. Nowhere else can you do that. . . "
"What do you do at the office?"
"I take care of building materials. When they have a house to build or something like that, they give me a list and I order it and make sure there is someone to pick it up. We do all of our own building. Sometimes on the weekend we have a house building party and everybody gathers around. It's an atmosphere that breeds happiness."
"Don't you wear a chain?"
"I did for a while but I don't now that I'm working. They don't mean that much anyway. No matter what they tell you, only a few girls are really used and they are more or less looking for it. Most of the men work in the city and don't have time to take on all of the girls who are chained. I will say that a girl here gets a lot more than other places but she has to work at it. If you stay at home, they won't think about you. You know, out of sight out of mind. If you go to the store or someplace every other hour, somebody is going to see you and may want you. Except for parties and weekends, the choice is up to you. If my husband has to work late and my cunt starts to itch, I'll put it on and go down to the drugstore or someplace like that. It works every time."
"What category are you?"
"I'm a 3B. That means anyplace,but I'm also a worker. So whoever has me must make sure I'm home early."
"Do you have a special talent?"
"What do you mean?" she asked me.
"Well, they have me down for the back hole."
"Oh, that." she blushed. "I'm supposed to be an expert giving head. I kinda like it because it makes me cum. Let's talk about something else. I'll get wet and ruin my skirt."
Just then a man walked over to us. Jean acted as though she knew him, so when he told us to follow him, she got up immediately. We went into a small back office.
He took out his cock while she was getting on her knees. She tok it in both hands and opened her mouth. She gave him a cum in less than two minutes. She got up unconcerned and kissed his cheek.
We went back to the office. Betty was waiting for me. She wasn't put out by having to wait. She was very sweet. I told her my panties were still in the office but she said she had them.
On the way home I told her about the man corning up to Jean and making her suck him. "That hardly counts. She's so skilled she could get a man off while waiting for the light to change. Wait until a man stops you and puts you in ropes and has his way with you as long as he-likes."
"What about my husband? He must care."
"Certainly he cares but he cares for you. If you get any pleasure out of it then he is satisfied. He's just looking out for your interests."
"That's nice of him."
That night after dinner, the girls set up a room divider that had a large hole in it. The bottom part of the circular hole had a small plastic piece attached to it.
"This is for you." Betty said to me. "Come around here, I'll show you." On the other side there were a number of large photographs of me totally naked. Some had me in ropes and in others I was standing free.
"This bar will fit across your lap and lock in place. Don't try to move it, you can't."
She took me around the other side and had me back up to the hole until I was sitting on the small piece of plastic. I had to move back farther so they could lock the bar in place. Now my ass was sticking out in back like it ws not a part of me. Nancy got out some oil and smeared it around the hole and then her finger went inside me. It slipped in so easily that it was almost embarrassing. Ass fucking didn't usually do anything for me but her finger found some long unused nerves that wanted her attention.
She had me panting for more when Francine brought out a table and set it near me. She poured a glass of cognac for me and set it down. Then she turned the
TV so I could watch it, but my attention was on my ass. I was almost there when she stopped. I had not yet reached the point that I could ask to be fucked so I had to remain in an excited state.
Betty and the girls gathered in front of the set. It was like a family affair and soon we were intent on the program. I didn't hear the door open and close. I reached for my drink when I felt hands pulling my ass-cheeks apart. I wanted him to hurry but he was very slow pushing his dick into my exposed ass. I was once again on the verge of a cum when the idiocy of the situation dawned on me. Watching the television, drinking cognac, and having my ass-hole fucked. It made me get the giggles. I hid them like I was really enjoying the ass fucking. I hoped they couldn't tell the difference between laughter and sex sounds.
The man shot into me. He had loads of it. It gushed up inside. I didn't have an orgasm but having the cum inside of me made me feel so damn hot that I wanted another cock in a hurry. Only somebody should use my cunt like a woman should be used.
Then there was another feeling back there. A long warm thing that was much softer than a cock was ramming into my ass. Then it slowed to an almost imperceptible sawing motion. It changed my laughter to desire. My nipples grew hard and my cunt opened to take in whatever was there. Then' much to my great pleasure, the warm thing moved over my pussy. It played ever so lightly and slowly over my clit and down near my hole. I was in no position to move my ass to get the thing inside but I shoved my ass back to tell whoever was playing with me that I needed more.
At last, the thing went inside and pushed until there was no more room. It moved out again until it was on the edge of my hole and then back in again. I was panting and squeezing my tits. I tried to open my cunt even wider but then the thing withdrew entirely. But it was replaced with gentle fingers. I recognized the touch of Miko. She massaged every inch and when I was almost ready for my millionth cum of the day, she stopped. A cock found its way into my willing hole. It reached deep inside. I used every muscle ever invented to hold it in me but it pulled out. I opened again to take it and once more grasped the sawing dick as it tried to leave me. I wished my muscles were much stronger. While I was lost in the throes of delight and ever so close, the cock spurted its cum. It too filled my ass-hole.
I lost track of time but never had I been so near an orgasm for so long without consummation. I loved it. Mike went back to work on me. She knew how to keep me high. I thought of all of the years that I had misused, thinking sex was nothing more than a simple pastime. I thought of the number of orgasms I had missed. I vowed to make up for them.
Miko continued her massaging. If every cum was like the ones she gave me, I'd never close my legs again.
Another cock went inside to drive deep into my ass-hole. It was becoming so desirable that I knew in spite of my dislike for it that I was becoming an ass fucker. My husband knew me all too well. It was a degrading act but I was beginning to crave it. The nerves deep inside me were even more sensitive than those in my pussy or else the were only more active because of the humiliation involved.
Once more it was Miko's turn, then a cock's turn. Every fiber of my being was concentrated between my legs. If this was what bondage was all about, I wanted to be bound forever.
My orgasm exploded inside me like a bolt of electricity. I absorbed every single pulse to its fullest. When the last one throbbed through me, the television station had gone off the air and the girls were asleep in their chairs. I had to yell at them to get me out of the wall.
I didn't know what was coming over me. After such an intense and glorious climax, I wanted more.
The following day Betty took me to a health spa. "Every man and woman is required to stay in good physical condition. The men generally use the ones in the city. This one was built for us. You will be required to put in at least twelve hours a week. You can schedule your time accordingly."
Betty took me inside and introduced me to the man in charge. He was wearing an elastic piece over his large dick. He had a nice job, running a gym for half dressed women, or at least I thought he did. When he greeted me, his wrist was limp. He told me class would start in five minutes. Betty took me to a dressing room where there was a suit for me.
"Don't pay too much attention to Freddie. He's a male slave which means that he is on the lowest rung of the social order."
"He sounds gay to me."
"He is but we don't differentiate between the straights and gays as long as they are slaves. The masters usually don't bother a person who has desires for another type relationship. The mistresses will never touch him unless they want to put on a show or something like that. They won't embarrass him."
"How about me? You do everything in the world to embarrass me."
"Only because you are so shy and it makes you enjoy the final act that much more. If you were like some of the others who don't mind spreading their legs for pictures to be shown all over the world, then we wouldn't do it to you. But it's more fun this way, isn't it?" she laughed.
I silently agreed.
Betty gave me an elastic body suit. "I could never fit in this thing. Look how small it is."
"Put it on. I was stretch enough for you."
I stepped into it and began to pull up on it. Before I could get the straps over my shoulders it was digging into my cunt. Betty helped me with it. I looked down at my crotch expecting to see it cut in two but there was only the mound that was separated by the material showing off my pussy. I moved my legs apart and even my clit could be seen clearly outlined. The back almost didn't exist. It was merely a strap between my cheeks and another around my waist.
Usually something so tight would cut me where the material was the strongest which was normally at the hem but in this case, there was no hem. Only thin stitches kept the material from unraveling. It also meant that it would gather at the point of the most strain which was in the middle of my pussy.
Other women began to arrive. They were also required to wear the same type outfit. I had to check the crotch on every one to see if they were as tight. They were and in some cases the material pulled so much in the center that their pussy hair was showing.
There were twelve of us in all. They were of various ages but all of them had good figures. It dawned on me then that I had never seen a woman in the town who did not have a good figure. Every woman was always well groomed and never seen in hair curlers or without makeup.
I was introduced to the others and paired off with another girl for some of the exercises. The first thing we had to do was stretch this way and that. I put a lot of effort into it. I reasoned that if I had to be here, I might just as well make the best of it.
We had to spread our legs as wide as possible and touch the floor in front of one foot then the other. The girl in front of me was groaning. I looked up at her to see nothing but" an expanse of ass with a narrow strap separating it. Her ass had the marks of a recent whipping. From the marks high up on the insides of her thighs I guessed that her pussy had had a few tastes of the whip.
"Alright, ladies. It's time to work out those pussy muscles. We want them nice and tight now, don't we?" A couple of us laughed. We had about as much need for a tight cunt as a pregnant woman had for another shot of cum juice.
He selected one of the girls to stand up front to demonstrate. "Put your hands behind your heads and open your legs nice and wide," he said. The girl showed us the position. Once more my eyes went to the cunt area. When I caught myself doig that, I thought that it was a natural reflex of a curious woman.
"Now ladies, push your hips as far forward as you can and hold that positon." He walked around among the spread women and used his cane lightly on the ases that he thought should be pushed further. "Now hold your muscles in your pussies and ass as tight as you can and slowly bring your hips back until you are standing straight. Slowly please. Hold those muscles. Hold them like you have your lover's thing inside you."
We relaxed and repeated the process again. I was watching the girl who was demonstrating. I used it as an excuse to look at her cunt. The narrow strap cut deeply inside of her. She was probably clean shaven as was I. But there was something else that disrupted the shape. I couldn't make out what it was but I sure tried.
We did that about twenty times. I was really tired. It felt good to let my pussy muscles relax. "OK ladies, now the backside." The girl turned around. She pushed her ass out as far as the position would allow. Seeing her like that reminded me of the night before. I began to daydream, but he used his cane on my ass to bring me back to the real world. He had to stand straight then push our asses back and then hold our asses tight as possible and slowly pull them forward until we were once more standing straight. We repeated the same procedure twenty times.