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Over the years, a small group of men had become friends. Being who they were, they had taken to bragging to each other about how responsive their wives were, each woman aroused by her own particular fetishes. Exchanging ideas had led to the men bringing home new kinks to share in the bedroom. At one of their meetings, one of the men suggested getting together along with their wives in his well-appointed dungeon for some mutual activities. The others were quite taken by the idea, and by what adventures they could have with their already obedient wives.

Alexander Stein brought home the idea of meeting other couples like theirs to his wife, Angel. She had vaguely known about his friends, but was not aware of the communication the men had with each other, or that one of them had a dungeon. Alexander and Angel had never done anything outside their marriage, and although the shared fantasizing was a huge turn-on, the reality of it was scary and electrifying. Angel wanted to know all about the other couples and the dungeon. Alexander said he completely trusted the men, and vouched for their impeccability, but that he did not know the women and had never seen the dungeon.

"Angel," Alexander said, "I am inviting you to participate in a decidedly kinky sexual adventure with other couples you do not know, in a house you do not know, and with my attendance being the only real safety you have. What do you think?"

Angel paled, her thoughts and her heart racing. She had so many questions, most of which would need to be answered by trusting her husband and the unknown men. And yet it was so arousing, so tempting. "Who are these people?" she finally asked.

"A few mature couples, like us, who share similar fantasies to ours. One woman has tremendously sensitive breasts, just like you. Another prefers anal only sex, and gets off on being denied any pussy stimulation at all."

"Wait," she blushed. "You tell each other about your wive's most personal secrets like that?"

"In detail," he grinned. "It is quite a turn-on. I have told the men several times how you like to cum just from me paying attention to your delectable breasts. And how much you like a good spanking," he smirked.

"Oh my God." She was overcome with emotion: embarrassment, excitement, fear, arousal, annoyance, anticipation, all jumbled up together. She was trying to decide whether to chastise him for divulging her innermost secrets, or whether to ask how he knew he could trust these strangers when he asked, "So, what do you think?" he asked again. Then he got more formal. "Angel Stein, will you accompany with me to my friend's dungeon next Saturday night, and will you agree submit to the sexual desires of the men in attendance? Their wives will all be there, and are all being asked to make this same agreement. The men know your secrets, so I expect you will wind up the evening a little sore, but more than completely satisfied sexually."

The words left her mouth with before realized she was about to speak. "Oh, God, yes!" she almost groaned.

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Arrangements were set, agreements made and taken, and finally the long-awaited evening arrived. As they arrived, the husbands introduced themselves and their wives. While they waited for each couple to show, the men each had a snifter of Hennessy warmed over a candle, while the women had chilled Perrier over ice. Finally they were all settled. The host, Martin Rust, stood and addressed his guests in a warm baritone.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to our home. Tonight is going to be exciting and fun, but it has to have a foundation of trust. Every man here has pledged to me to respect the safety and pleasure of all attendees. I would like to ask you women if you will make the same pledge?" They nodded in assent. "Not good enough," he said, his voice noticeably colder. "Will you pledge to respect the safety and pleasure of all here tonight?" They all said yes. "Better," he said. "Trust is going to come from good communication. I expect immediate and explicit communication about any aspect of tonight, including your obedience, but also any unwanted discomfort you experience. Do you understand and agree to this?" All the women said yes again, a little rattled by the turn from warm host to stern taskmaster.

"Good," he said. "Now you were all told to prepare for tonight by being prepared to look as alluring as possible for tonight's activities. Have you all done so?" Yesses all around. "Very good. You ladies are to go through that door into the dungeon, and disrobe to the extent you believe will be most enticing. Once you have done so, you are to stand in a line next to each other, with your feet spread well apart, your arms raised, and your hands behind your heads so we may enjoy the view of your fine breasts. Call to us once you are in position for our inspection. Now go."

The ladies filed through the dungeon door one at a time. When they entered the dungeon room, it took a minute for their eyes to get used to the dim light provided kaynarca escort by widely spaced wall sconces. They were taken by the richness of the leather furniture, the dark hue of the fine woods, the neatness of all the arranged implements. There were some items they recognized were used for pleasure, some for pain. The scariest ones of all were the ones which were unknown but darkly fascinating to them.

They found a clothes rack where they could put their over-garments, and started disrobing as they talked in muted wonder about their surroundings. Compliment matched compliment as the women admired each other's preparation and presentation, and surreptitiously noticed a piercing here, a hardened nipple there, and more than one pattern of carefully trimmed hair around the nether regions. Finally, they got in the requested position, and one of the women called to the other room, "We're ready!"

The men filed in, and took in the view. A line of submissive women prepared for their use. Not naked, but without exception even more alluring. Black garters and fine stockings with high heels. Shelf bras to present the breasts as if in an offering. Each lady was more tantalizing than the next, not least of which was due to the poses they struck.

The last man in was the host, who held his brandy in one hand, and with the other ran his hand slowly across every derriere in the line while the men watched the women's evident surprise at the unexpected intimacy. "You ladies have done well," he said grandly. "I propose a toast: to tonight!" And he raised his brandy. "To tonight," the men replied with gusto.

"We will start tonight's festivities by drawing straws to see which man has the pleasure of choosing his first partner." He held up a set of straws, and the men each drew one in turn, showing it to his companions. Alexander wound up with the long straw, and Martin said, "Congratulations. Who will you pick first?"

"I love tits," Alexander grinned. "And I especially love sensitive tits. I am going to do a scientific study," he smirked, "and choose the woman, other than my wife, of course, with the most responsive nipples."

Angel had been through a mix of fear, excitement, doubt, arousal, and envy all during the preparation and wait for the men. But the phrase, "Other than my wife, of course," brought her up short.

Alexander started walking down the line admiring each set of already stiff nipples and looking into the eyes of the lady who owned them. He reached out and gently caressed, then stroked, then more firmly pinched and pulled, until he got an exhalation of, what was it, pleasure? Contentment? Desire? He did this with each woman in turn, including the practically flat-breasted brunette last in line, Deedee. She was unable to stay still during his ministrations, and practically moaned when he finished his "scientific testing."

"Wow," he said, "I don't usually go for small tits, but you are remarkable." She blushed deeply and grinned back at him. "Deedee, come with me."

Angel had not thought of this. She had not prepared herself for the surge of jealousy and despair at Alexander touching a woman so intimately, and then inviting her to, who knows what. She stared in alarm, as he took her hand and led her to a well-appointed bed near the center of the room. Angel had by far the biggest breasts. How could he prefer this, this girl, to her womanly form?

"Angel," Martin called, jarring her out of her spiraling thoughts. "Come here. You are to disrobe your husband, and prepare him to take Deedee. You are then to prepare Deedee to receive him." Now she was completely addled, but she had already started walking when Martin called out to her, so she continued obediently until she reached her husband's side. "Undress me," he commanded with a disarming smile, and she started taking off the fine clothes she had seen him put on only a few hours before. Her stomach was butterflies as she fumbled with the buttons, somewhat consoled that she was by his side helping him, happy that he was having fun, but in the back of her mind dismayed about what might be meant by "prepared."

"Thank you," said Martin. "Now go over to the case over there and bring me two whips. No, make that a whip and a paddle. Choose a whip to be used on a woman's tender breasts, just like Alexander told us you like, and choose a paddle to be used on a woman's firm bottom, just like Alexander told us you like." If Angel could have crawled inside one of the wall sconces, she still wouldn't have been able to hide from her embarrassment, but Martin said, "hurry up, now," so she hastened over to the case and chose a whip and a paddle she hoped wouldn't be too painful if used by someone other than Alexander. She walked back to Martin and handed them to him, hearing approving murmurs and quiet comments as the sexual tension in the room continued to climb.

"Very good," said Martin. "Now make him hard. Rock hard. With your slutty mouth. He told us how much you küçükyalı escort liked his big thick cock in your greedy mouth." She blushed deeply and grinned at the erotic compliment, torn between the embarrassment of having everyone know her secrets and the exhibitionist pleasure in showing off her sensual skills. She positioned herself so she could take him comfortably in her mouth, and gave herself over to pleasuring her lover, and losing her anxieties in the devotion she gave to his familiar cock.

"She needs some encouragement, don't you think?" Martin asked the gathering, and heard eager assent. "Angel, raise your delectable bottom," he commanded. She complied while still focusing on satisfying Alexander. Whack. The paddle surprised her, and had the pleasurable effect on Alexander of forcing her mouth somewhat further down over his cock. Whack. Whack. Whack. Martin was timing the spanks to Angel's movements. Each juddering spank was transmitted to Alexander, and soon she could tell he was fully aroused, both by her efforts and by seeing what Martin was doing to her delicious ass. Martin noticed Alexander starting to thrust, and Angel starting to gag, and decided to move things to the next stage.

"Enough for now," Martin said. "Now it is time to prepare Dee Dee. Dee Dee, your husband tells me you enjoy the company of a woman. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir," she said with a combination of chagrin and lust.

"And Angel, Alexander tells me you have never been with another woman. Is that correct?"

"Yes, sir," Angel blushed.

"Well, then, Dee Dee, lie down here, and Angel you just bring your pretty face up to her pussy and do to her what you like done to you. And Dee Dee, give your willing student any pointers you like." Angel squirmed with hesitation, but forced herself to obey. No one was even asking her if she was okay with this, and everyone was watching, and, oh, was this hard to do. She started gently caressing Dee Dee's belly and thighs, slowly, oh so slowly, closing in on the heat between her legs. She saw moisture form between Dee Dee's lips and felt a sympathetic moisture between hers. She drew her finger gently up and down Dee Dee's opening and kissed her, just there, causing Dee Dee's hips to rise, seeking her mouth. Angel teased her with her tongue, and slowly penetrated her opening with a delicate finger. If Dee Dee had been aroused by seeing Angel gag on Alexander's hard cock, it was nothing compared to having this novice give her such pleasure. The crowd standing around watching, the men adjusting their rock hard cocks in their pants while looking at her, the feel of Angel's now plunging, insistent finger and incessant lips and tongue soon had her crying out and stiffening with pleasure, before she collapsed on the bed.

"I think she's ready," Martin grinned to the assembled crowd. "Angel, put your husband's hard cock in Dee Dee.

Angel complied, torn between raging jealousy and galvanic lust. Martin positioned himself to mount the still panting Dee Dee, and Angel leaned in and guided Alexander's bulging cock into Angel. He took her all the way to the hilt in one thrust, causing her to give another cry and convulse at the insistent pleasure. Angel watched with dismay, on the one hand knowing what pleasure Dee Dee was enjoying, and on the other crying out inside about how it could be that her husband was doing this with someone other than her. Was it jealousy that he was taking her? Envy that Angel was so aroused and was not to be satisfied by her lover?

"Come here," Martin told Angel, breaking her trance. He was holding out the whip. "I understand Dee Dee likes to be humiliated about her small breasts. Isn't that right, Darryl?" Martin asked her husband.

"Yes, Darryl grinned. "Especially by someone as buxom as you.

"And I also understand you like your breasts whipped from time to time. Isn't that right Angel?"

"Yes, sir," she said.

"Well then, you did such a good job showing Dee Dee what you like on your pussy, why don't you show her what you like on your breasts?" and handed her the whip.

A rush of power poured through Angel, a dangerous rush. She took the whip and looked at the woman who had stolen? Been stolen by? Was enjoying her husband, all because of her "sensitive breasts." "Whip her," Darryl growled, by this time stroking the full erection he had loosened from his pants. "Whip her, and tell her how tiny her tits are."

Alexander adjusted his position to expose more of Dee Dee's chest to Angel, and Angel started dragging the strands of the leather whip across Dee Dee's diamond hard nipples. She started to flick those nipples, gently at first, with the tips of the leather, and then slowly, as she had slowly teased Dee Dee's secret opening, she increased her strength. She knew she wanted to hurt Dee Dee for fucking her man, but that she could not give into her temper. But she did know how much having delicious heat on her breasts added to the frenzy of her passion sancaktepe escort with Alexander, and soon Dee Dee was crying out in a mix of delight and anguish.

"Take that, you tiny-tit bitch. You don't even have enough to fit in a bra. Look at my full breasts, and weep, you flat-chested girl. Feel them," Angel commanded. "Feel what real breasts are like." And she struck with the whip once more. Dee Dee reached out and fondled Angel's full breast, while hers were being punished. Angel was furious that Dee Dee was getting all the pleasure of the heat from the whip on her tits, and that Angel was getting none. "That's right, give your superior some pleasure, you nothing of a woman." Dee Dee continued her fondling, and suddenly the combination of the heat on her tender breasts, the public humiliation, the feel of another woman in her hands, and especially the thick insistent driving of Alexander's strong hips drove Dee Dee over the edge. Again she stiffened and cried out for joy as her senses were overwhelmed.

Angel started reaching for her crotch to get some relief from all the build up of the evening. "None of that," Martin snapped, and Angel withdrew her hand as if she had been shocked by electricity. "This is Dee Dee's time, not yours," Martin continued. Angel was abashed as she realized she had started to masturbate in front of the whole room. "Dee Dee, get on your hands and knees, and Alexander take her from behind." The couple scooted into position as Martin said. "Now Angel. On your back with your mouth under Dee Dee's puffy pussy, and satisfy her like never before."

Angel moved under Dee Dee as commanded, and realized she was confronted directly by watching Alexander enter Dee Dee over and over. There was no escaping the lust those two were sharing. Lost in the watching, Angel was not quick enough for Martin in her duties to Dee Dee. "It looks like you need some more 'encouragement', Angel." Martin had a pair of nipple clamps in his hand which he not so gently fastened to the tender tips of Angel's full breasts. "Very pretty," he said. "Now start licking."

Dee Dee lowered her hips enough so that she could start to be pleasured by Angel's mouth. Angel was almost claustrophobic under Dee Dee's moist thighs, but the clamps on her nipples reminded her to what Martin had told her to do. She started passionately licking, sucking, and fingering Dee Dee's most tender spot while Alexander forced her tiny pussy open over and over with his thick maleness. As she was getting the rhythm, she felt someone lifting each of her legs until her bottom was fully exposed. Whack. Martin is "encouraging" her some more. Dee Dee heard the sound and felt the sudden push of Angel's mouth on her pussy. Whack. Whack. Whack. Dee Dee ground her pussy hard down on Angel's mouth. Angel was truly trapped now, but consumed with lust for the demanding pussy. Whack. Whack. Whack. And Dee Dee stiffened once more, forcing her pussy down on Angel. Whack. Alexander lowered himself to stay with Dee Dee. Whack. Somehow Alexander's thighs were pressing on the nipple clamps. Whack. Dee Dee cried out. Whack. And the sensations were too much for Angel, and she cried out into Dee Dee's pussy, until she had no more to give.

"Well," Martin observed to Alexander, "it seems everyone has been satisfied but you." At first, not everyone had known that Angel had climaxed, but once they did, there were some lewd and embarrassing remarks about the wanton libido of a wife who could come with no one touching her pussy.

"Where do you want to cum, sir?" panted Dee Dee, wanting to repay the satisfaction that he had so fully given her.

"In your mouth, slut," Alexander answered, as he withdrew from Dee Dee's dripping wet sheath. Dee Dee got on her knees to service Alexander, but Martin was having none of it.

"Angel," he commanded, "jerk off Alexander into Dee Dee's mouth." Angel roused herself from her stupor, and reached for Alexander's full cock. She stroked him vigorously, wondering why she was the one doing this, and why Dee Dee was going to be the recipient of Alexander's load, and why she couldn't finish her man herself as she loved to do.

Dee Dee held her mouth open, and encouraged him with everything she had. "Cum for me," she said. "Give me your delicious load. Finish in my mouth. Give me everything." Angel stroked him harder and faster until he gave a mighty groan, the one the Angel knew so well, the one she loved to hear when he loses all control. Dee Dee eagerly took his pulsating cock in her mouth. Angel was overcome at wishing she was the one pleasuring Alexander, and grabbed the back of Dee Dee's head, forcing her to take him so deep she gagged on the spewing cock. Angel growled and squirmed with lust as she held Dee Dee down, wishing it was her being forced to gag on her lovers pumping cock.

Alexander collapsed on the bed, spent with all his exertions, but Martin was not done yet. "Angel," he said, "is your needy pussy still horny?" Angel glared at him, knowing he knew the answer. "Answer me, Angel," he said firmly.

"Yes, sir," she growled.

"Well, then," he said brightly, "why don't you show us what you like? Jill your needy pussy for everyone. Show us what kind of slut you are. Hold your hips out and masturbate for us."