n the 1990s, I sold cars for a few years. This story is about a customer of mine. She had been a service customer for many years; in fact, that’s where I met her. She first introduced herself to me as Mrs. Carson; by the end of the year, we were on a first-name basis, Barbara or Barb. My name is Dick.
When I was in the service department, she would only deal with me. She would often come in to drop off her car around 11:00 and always invite me to lunch. The first couple of times I declined with an excuse, usually something like “I had to pick my daughter up from school” or “I already had plans.” Eventually she called me on it, so I went to lunch with her. She was very gracious about paying, since she invited me.
The lunches turned into dinner. She would call for an appointment; during that conversation she would insist I meet her, drop off a loaner, and take her car home for service the next day. She explained that it was so she couldn’t get an early start on returning home.
Barb’s flirting started the second time I went to lunch with her. She started talking about her husband and how they were not getting along, how she suspected he was having sex with someone else. She didn’t say “another woman”, someone else. At first I didn’t comment negatively on it; I just asked questions. You know, “What makes you think that? Do you have other reasons to think that?”
She then asked if I was married, since I wasn’t wearing a wedding ring. Why, you might ask? Well, many women and men would hit on me when they saw that; I guess it made me a safe hookup partner, at least that’s what a friend told me. So I stopped wearing a wedding ring and mostly the hits stopped. Sex with customers was bad; they always wanted special things.
Anyway, I did respond that I was married and didn’t need to worry about cheating. She never asked why, thank God, as my wife and I had an open marriage. Now Barb was probably ten years older than me; she was attractive in a different way. Not pretty, but attractive, if you know what I mean. She was slim except for a nice set of tits and a very peach-shaped ass. About the same height as me, 5’6” with her in flat-sole shoes.
I steered us off that topic with “I need to get home,” and thanked her for dinner and the conversation. A few days later I called her. As the car was done, she asked for it to be delivered to her home in Bozeman, MT. She requested that I deliver the car. I explained I couldn’t because I had plans for the weekend, so I had someone else do it.
By the time she came for service next, I had moved to the sales department. The move didn’t seem to faze her; she just walked into the sales department and asked for me. When we got to my office, she said, “I want to buy a car.” She turned out to be my first sale, and it wasn’t a cheap one either; she bought every accessory available. We set up delivery for the following Friday. On Thursday, I got a message from Barb: she can’t make it over; she wants her car, so I need to deliver it.
I called back and left a message that I would arrive early in the morning; I should be there by late afternoon. I arrived in Bozeman at 3:30 in the afternoon. I called Barb to let her know and to get directions to her house, which was way out in the country, a half-hour drive.
Getting to her house, she was waiting out front for me. We went over the new features and other things she needed to know. When that was all done, she invited me in for some refreshment. As usual, Barb was dressed somewhat provocatively. She was wearing very tight pants that accentuated her ass, and a blouse that was also tight and exposed a lot of cleavage. In fact, her nipples were erect and pushing on the fabric; the closer I looked, the more I saw that she had no bra on.
One drink led to two, then before I knew it I had consumed five drinks and was feeling no pain. Barb insisted I stay for dinner; I asked to take a short nap beforehand, which she agreed to, and she led me to a bedroom decorated in a very feminine way.
I was suddenly so tired I didn’t give it a second thought, collapsing on the bed; I was asleep in a heartbeat.
When I woke up, it was completely dark in the room. As I lay there, I realized I was naked; also, my hands were loosely tied to the bed, as well as my ankles. There is a button taped to my right hand. I squeeze the button; I hear a bell go off, then the clack, clack of high heels across the wooden floor. The door opens, and Barb is there looking as ravishing as before.
What am I thinking? I hadn’t thought that before, but now I was. I felt my cock harden and rise vertically. Barb walked to the bed and sat down, looked at me, and said, “Well, Dick, it looks like you’re pleased to see me.” She grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times before leaning over to lick up the length.
Then, grasping my balls, she squeezed them; pain shot through me. Which brought my focus to my lower groin; that’s when I realized there was something in my ass. Looking at Barb, she had a smirk on her face. I asked, “What have you done to me, and why?”
No response from her; she just got up and headed to the door. Just before leaving the room, she turned and said, “You will see soon enough.” With that, I felt a sharp electrical shock in my bowels, which caused an “Oh fuck, what was that.”
A few minutes later, another woman, dressed in a tight-fitting vinyl suit, with a very large-looking cock, big tits, and white hair, came over. They, not sure what, came over and grasped my penis, with a syringe in hand, and stuck it in me, my penis. Saying you’ll need this. As she left the room, I felt another shock to my anus!
Some time went by when Barb came back in; she was wearing a tight leather suit, with her tits exposed. When I looked down at her crotch, there was a cock exposed, hanging loosely. She said I took the liberty to let your work and your wife know you wouldn’t be home till Sunday.
Now for what we have planned: a morning and afternoon of you getting intimately familiar with my sister and me. Then this evening you will be the entertainment at a party we are having to celebrate my new car and some man who has been teasing me for over the past year.
You will be introduced to the kinky lifestyle we live. With that, she sent multiple shocks to my asshole, watching me jerk and moan, my cock dancing in the air. Then out the door she went, leaving me with random shocks in my butthole, some long, some short, all varying degrees of intensity.
The afternoon started before I had time to think.
Barb came back first. She didn’t untie my wrists or ankles. She just tightened the ropes a little and rolled me onto my side so my ass was easy to reach. The thing already in me was a slim electro plug. She twisted it, seated it deeper, then clipped a thin wire to it. Every few minutes it would fire, short, sharp, then longer pulses that made my hole clench around the probe, and my cock jump.
Her sister, Barb, finally called her Diane and stood at the foot of the bed in that tight vinyl suit. The cock hanging off her was thick, maybe seven and a half,already slick. She didn’t waste time talking. She climbed on the bed, straddled my chest facing my feet, and fed the head into my mouth.
“Suck it like you mean it,” she said. “You’re going to take both of us before dinner.”
I did. I had no choice and, after the first few minutes, I didn’t want one. The taste of the lube mixed with whatever she’d injected into the base of my cock. My dick stayed hard even when the shocks hit, especially when the shocks hit.
Barb worked my balls while I sucked Diane. Light slaps at first, then harder. She cupped them, rolled them, pinched the skin, then used a thin leather strap. Not enough to really damage anything, just enough that every strike made me groan around the cock in my throat. CBT the way they wanted it, pain that stayed in the background and kept my attention on my hole.
When Diane pulled out of my mouth, she swung around, lined up, her cock, with my ass, and pushed. The plug came out with a wet sound. She didn’t wait. One long, steady thrust and she was in to the base. I felt every ridge. Barb held my hips so I couldn’t twist away. Diane fucked me in short, hard strokes while Barb reached under and stroked my cock in the same rhythm. Every time Diane bottomed out, the electro unit fired. My hole clamped down on her cock, and I leaked onto my stomach.
They switched without asking. Barb’s cock was slimmer but longer. She took me from behind while I was still on my side, one knee pulled up. Diane sat by my head and made me lick her balls and her taint. When Barb came, she didn’t pull out. She stayed buried and let the toy pulse inside me. I felt the warmth of the load, then the one when she reached around and milked my cock until I shot across the sheets. She scooped some of it up with two fingers and pushed it back into my mouth.
“Swallow. You’re going to eat a lot more cum, before tonight.”
They left me tied that way for a while, wrists to the headboard, ankles spread to the corners, plug back in and set to random. I drifted in and out. Every time I started to soften, they hit the remote. My cock stayed up whether I wanted it or not.
In the second round, they changed the ties. Barb sat me up against the headboard, arms stretched out to the sides, legs bent and tied so my knees were open. Diane stood in front of me and fed her cock into my mouth again while Barb worked two fingers, then three, then the plug plus her fingers. When she decided I was open enough, she pulled everything out, lined up, and sat down on my cock. She rode me facing away so I could watch her ass swallow me. Diane stepped in close and pushed her cock into Barb at the same time. I felt the extra pressure through Barb’s body. Every time Diane thrust, Barb’s hole tightened around me.
Barb came first, grinding down hard. She stayed on my cock while Diane pulled out of her and immediately pushed into me. Two cocks, sharing the same space for a few strokes until Diane settled in and started fucking me in earnest. Barb leaned forward, reached back, and held my balls while Diane pounded. The electro unit was still going. Short bursts on every third thrust. I came again without anyone touching my cock, just from the stretch and the shocks. Diane kept going until she decided she was done, then pulled out slow. A thick string of lube and my own cum followed her. Barb immediately pushed it back in with her fingers, then licked what leaked out.
They untied me long enough to move me to a padded bench in the same room. New position: bent over, chest down, ass up, wrists clipped to the front legs, ankles spread and locked. A thicker plug this time, the kind with a wider base so it wouldn’t slip. Barb coated it with more of that warming cream and worked it in until only the flared end showed. Then she turned the current up.
Diane stood behind me and used her hand. She spanked the plug, slapped my ass, then reached around and slapped my cock and balls in the same motion. Not playful. Measured. Enough that the sting stayed. When she finally pushed her cock back into me beside the plug, I thought I would split. She didn’t care. She fucked me like that, plug and cock together, until the cream and the electro and the stretch pulled another load out of me. It ran down my balls. Barb was waiting with her mouth. She licked me clean, then kissed Diane and shared it.
They let me rest on the bench, still tied, plug still in, current on a low pulse. I could hear them in the kitchen talking about the guest list. Sixteen people. Men, women, transsexuals. Some I’d never meet again. Some who already knew my name from the dealership. Barb came in once more, checked the ropes, smeared more cream around my hole, and said, “You’re almost ready. We want you open and leaking when they get here. You’re the entertainment, Dick. You’re going to take every one of them. Mouth, ass, whatever they want. And when they’re finished you’re going to clean them up.”
She left the remote on the nightstand where I could see it but couldn’t reach it. Every few minutes the plug fired again. My cock stayed hard against the leather of the bench. I could already feel how the evening was going to go.
The sun was getting low. Cars started arriving in the drive. I heard voices, laughter, the clink of glasses. Barb and Diane came back together. They cleaned me up just enough, so I didn’t look wrecked, left the plug in, added a thin collar with a short leash, and walked me out of the bedroom on my hands and knees.
The living room was full. Sixteen people, just like she said. Some in leather, some in nothing. A few of the men I recognized from town. Two of the women looked like they belonged at the country club until you saw the harnesses. Three transsexuals besides Diane, all of them already hard.
Barb handed the leash to the nearest guest and said, “He’s been prepped all afternoon. He’s yours until midnight. Use him however you want. Just don’t break him; we might want him again.”
Someone behind me pulled the plug out. I felt the rush of air, then the first real cock of the night pushing in while the room watched.
The first cock went in while I was still on my hands and knees in the middle of the living room. Thick, already wet from someone else’s mouth. The man behind me didn’t introduce himself. He just grabbed my hips, lined up, and pushed until his balls were against my ass. Barb kept a hand on the back of my neck so I stayed down. People circled. Hands on my shoulders, my back, my cock. Someone slapped my hanging balls to hear the sound.
They didn’t take turns in any polite way. As soon as the first man pulled out, another took his place. A woman in a leather harness stepped in front of me, grabbed my hair, and fed her strap-on into my mouth at the same time. I sucked while I got fucked. That became the pattern for the next hour: something in my ass, something in my mouth, hands everywhere else.
Two of the transsexuals decided they wanted me at the same time. They laid me on my back on a low padded table someone had dragged into the room. One sat on my face, lowering her cock into my throat. The other lifted my legs, folded them back, and pushed into my ass. They found a rhythm together, throat and hole, same pace. Every time the one in my ass bottomed out, the one on my face pushed deeper. I couldn’t do anything but take it. My cock stayed hard the whole time, slapping against my stomach whenever someone bothered to stroke it.
Then they added a third.
A woman I didn’t know climbed onto the table, straddled my hips facing the one in my ass, and sat down on my cock. She was tight and already wet. She started riding while the trans woman kept fucking my hole. I had a cock in my throat, a cock in my ass, and a woman bouncing on my dick. The room got louder. People were cheering, slapping my thighs, pinching my nipples. The woman on my cock came first, grinding down and shaking. She stayed on me. The one in my ass sped up, slammed in hard, and I felt her come, hot, a lot of it, overflowing around her cock and running down onto the table. She pulled out slow. Another woman immediately took her place with a thicker strap-on, keeping the same hole open.
They moved me again. This time I was on my side. One man behind me, fucking my ass. A woman in front of me using my cock, sliding herself up and down while she kissed whoever was nearest. A third person, another trans woman, straddled my chest and used my mouth. Three at once again, different angle. The man behind me reached around and held my balls while he fucked, squeezing in time with his thrusts. Every time the woman on my cock came down, I felt the extra pressure in my ass. I came like that, shooting inside her while the cock in my hole kept going. She didn’t get off. She just laughed and kept riding through it.
They used me that way for a long time. Positions changed. Sometimes I was bent over the arm of the couch with two people taking turns in my ass while a woman sat on the cushions in front of me and used my mouth. Sometimes I was on my back again with my legs over someone’s shoulders, getting fucked while another woman sat on my cock and a third used my face. The electro unit was gone, but they didn’t need it anymore. I stayed hard because they kept me that way, hands, mouths, the constant stretch.
Barb and Diane stayed close. They directed more than they participated at first. Then Diane took a turn in my ass while Barb sat on my face. After that they let the guests have me without much interruption.
Toward the end of the night, the energy changed. People were finishing. Loads started landing on me instead of in me. A man pulled out of my ass, stroked twice, and came across my lower back. Another came on my face while I was sucking someone else. One of the trans women pulled out of my mouth, stood over me, and painted my chest. They kept me on the table for that part, on my back, legs still spread, hole still open and leaking.
Barb brought out the ginger.
It was a thick, peeled root, bigger than any plug they’d used that afternoon, the end cut into a blunt flare so it wouldn’t slip all the way in. She coated it with nothing—just the raw ginger. Diane held my legs back. Barb worked the tip against my hole, already sloppy, already used, and pushed. The burn started immediately. Not the sharp electric kind from earlier. Deeper, spreading, getting hotter the farther it went. She seated it until only the wide end showed, then twisted it.
I jerked. The figging hit all at once. My hole clenched around the root, and the burn climbed. People laughed. Someone slapped my cock, which was still hard, still leaking. They took turns stroking it while the ginger did its work. Every clench made the heat worse.
That’s when they finished on me.
One after another, the men and the trans women stepped up, stroked, and came. On my stomach, my chest, my face, my cock, the ginger itself. Warm ropes landing while the root burned inside me. A couple of the women used their fingers to smear it around, push some of it toward my mouth, make me lick what they offered. Barb held my head still so I couldn’t turn away.
When the last one finished, Diane reached down and gave the ginger a slow turn. I groaned. She left it in.
Barb leaned over me, still in the leather, tits out, and said, “That’s enough for tonight. You’re staying here. The root stays in until morning. We’ll see how you feel about another party after you’ve had time to think about this one.”
They didn’t untie me completely. Just enough to move me back to the bedroom, still on my back, legs loosely spread, the ginger seated deep, cum cooling on my skin. I could hear them in the other room, glasses, low talk, the door opening and closing as people left.
I lay there with the burn working through me and the taste of everyone still in my mouth, knowing morning was going to start the same way the afternoon had.
Morning came slow.
The ginger was still in me. The burn had settled into a deep, constant heat. I was stiff from the ropes and from sleeping on my back. Cum had dried on my chest and stomach. Someone had thrown a sheet over me sometime after the last guests left, but that was all.
Barb came in first. She didn’t say much. She just checked the ties, then started untying my wrists and ankles. Diane followed with a basin, warm water, and towels. They cleaned me up together: face, chest, cock, balls, the mess between my legs. When Barb reached the ginger, she worked it out slow. It came free with a wet sound and a fresh wave of heat that made me hiss. She set it aside and washed my hole with the same careful attention she’d used on the rest of me.
Then Diane picked up the syringe.
Same as yesterday. She held my cock, found the spot at the base, and pushed the needle in. The solution went in cold at first, then started to work. I felt it almost immediately, my cock filling, staying hard, the same insistent tightness from the afternoon before. Barb watched and nodded as if she were checking a list.
“You’re going to use that,” she said. “All morning.”
They took me to the shower first. Hot water, soap, hands everywhere. Diane washed my cock while Barb washed my ass. Then they switched. By the time we got out, I was dripping and hard, and they were both already reaching for me.
Back in the bedroom, they didn’t tie me this time. They just put me on my back and took turns.
Barb went first. She straddled me, reached back, lined my cock up, and sat down in one motion. She was wet and open from the night before. She rode me facing me at first, hands on my chest, tits moving. Then she turned around so I could watch her ass take me. Diane sat by my head and fed me her cock. I sucked while Barb fucked herself on me. When Barb came, she stayed down, grinding, and Diane pulled out of my mouth long enough to lean over and kiss her.
They switched without a word. Diane’s hole was tighter. She took me slower, letting me feel every inch, then started bouncing. Barb lay beside us and used her mouth on my balls and the base of my cock whenever Diane lifted. I came inside, Diane. She didn’t get off. She kept riding until she finished herself, then climbed off and immediately put her mouth on me, licking up what leaked out.
We stayed in that bed all morning.
I fucked Barb again, this time from behind while she was on her elbows and knees. Diane lay underneath her so Barb could suck her cock while I fucked. Then I fucked Diane the same way while Barb sat on Diane’s face. They made me eat them both, Barb first, then Diane, then both of them taking turns sitting on my mouth while the other one used my cock. I lost count of how many times I came. The injection kept me hard even after I shot. They used that. Whenever I started to soften even a little, one of them would stroke me or suck me until I was up again and then climb back on.
Sometime before noon they had me on my back again with both of them on me at once, Barb on my cock, Diane on my face, then they switched. I came in Barb. She reached back, scooped some of it out with two fingers, and fed it to Diane. Diane swallowed and then leaned down and kissed me with it still in her mouth.
They finally let me up for lunch.
Kitchen table, regular food, coffee. They sat on either side of me as if nothing unusual had happened. Barb talked about the new car. Diane asked if the drive back to the dealership was long. I answered. My cock was still hard under the table. Every so often one of them would reach over and squeeze it, to remind me.
After we ate, they walked me to the door.
My clothes were waiting, folded, like they’d been washed. I dressed. Barb handed me my keys. Diane stood close enough that I could smell her.
“We’ll call,” Barb said. “Next time you won’t need an excuse about the weekend. You’ll just come. Same arrangement, drop the car, stay the night, be the guest of honor again. People already asked when the next one is.”
Diane smiled and patted the front of my pants.
“Don’t take the long way home,” she said. “And don’t you dare jerk off in the car. We want you ready when we want you.”
I drove out of Bozeman with the windows down and the taste of both of them still in my mouth. The injection was wearing off by the time I hit the highway, but the ache in my ass and the memory of the ginger weren’t. I kept seeing the living room full of people and the way Barb had looked when she said I was theirs until midnight.
I believed her when she said there would be another party.
I already knew I’d go.
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