Friends go Stripping

I suppose that's when I took notice that three other men were still around. They seemed in no hurry to go on home; in fact they were helping themselves to fresh tumblers of whiskey. The man who had looked at Kathy's car introduced himself. "I'm Jon by the way and this is Alex and Zach." It turned out they were local business men who lived local, all except Alex who seemed to be Zach Stavros's chauffeur or personal assistant. From the looks of the cars left in the car park, it was obvious these guys were not short of a bob or two.

Well, the Colonel returned and the drinks and the conversation flowed for a good half hour after that and Kathy was taking centre stage, flirting and sinking her G and T's quite frequently. I too, was drinking a bit more than I should have.

"Your show was great," observed Jon after a while, "pity it stopped when it did, it was just getting interesting."

There were growls and dirty chuckles from the other men. They obviously all felt the same.

Kathy waved a finger in their general direction........obviously the drink was getting to her. "We know what you wanted to see....you naughty boys....."

"What about carrying on where you left off," suggested one of the others....a quiet one who hadn't said much so far.

"Yeah," we'd pay you, offered Jon: "Another £150 each?"

I blinked, while my drink fuelled brain tried to calculate how much that would be. It seemed a lot but that was as far as I got. Meanwhile, Kathy turned and smiled at me......with that same excited look she'd had on her face earlier in the evening.....she was up for it, no doubt about it. The men had timed their request perfectly, and the offer of more money was generous icing on the cake.

She took my hand and pulled me up. "Alright," she announced. Waving that same drunken finger at the men, "but you have to behave....no funny business," she slurred.

"Are you sure this is alright?" I said to Kathy, as we began to take our clothes off in the changing room. "It's getting late and maybe we shouldn't..."

"Oh sure," she said, interrupting me and slurring her words slightly. "They're nice guys......nice rich old guys...is what I mean."

After a little argument, we decided to wear bikinis at first and see where it went from there.

So, Kathy had put on her nice red bikini again and couldn't wait to get back in. I stopped her. "Let's go in together, safety in numbers and all that," I said.

With that I picked up my glass of gin and downed it in one go."

"Hurry up then, slowcoach," she pouted as I quickly stepped into a favourite turquoise bikini which showed off my figure very well without being too revealing. Then Kathy swigged her own drink down, before, arm in arm and giggling like schoolgirls, we entered the main room. The men were either leaning against the left hand wall or spread out on the sofas waiting for us.

The atmosphere was different from earlier and I think both of us sensed it straightaway. There might have been fewer men there, but, the atmosphere was thick with lust. Another difference was that they were not just content to sit and watch this time. They wanted to dance with us or get us to sit on their knees. I saw that I had Alex and Zach to cope with while Jon and Rex gravitated towards Kathy.

Next thing I knew, Zach had pulled me in, his hands on my bare waist. His erection was obvious, despite his large stomach and it was pressing into me.

"What a body you've got, pretty lady" he growled, "what a figure....."

".......And I want it....."

Alarmed, I tried to back away, but the solid old Greek clearly had other ideas.....

Then I realised that Alex was kneeling down behind me and trying to tug down my bikini bottoms. I tried to swish him away with my left hand, but it was too late. He had them down to my knees. Then Zach crushed me in his powerful arms and kissed me hard on my red lips. In the meantime, Alex having got my bikini panties off had unclipped the bra and pulled it away.

"Let's get these bitches naked," someone had shouted in encouragement, "I've had enough of all this fucking teasing."

So, before we knew it, our bikinis were gone and we were nude and standing together with our arms twisted cruelly up our backs.

Then they got us to stand on a large low coffee table like prisoners, with our legs apart and hands on top of our heads, while our private parts were examined at close quarters. Those dirty guys were so close that they were actually sniffing at our sex. It was so embarrassing and humiliating. Then, they got us to bend over and stick our arses in the air for similar scrutiny. I could hear Kathy sniffling to my right and I was close to tears myself. Then there was rather a lot of groping and pawing as we stood there, naked and vulnerable. All I could do was just bite my lip and put up with it.

Then, I was distracted by the other two men leading Kathy out of the room.

"Where are they taking her?" I cried out, forgetting for a moment, my own predicament.

"Up to the bedroom, you silly bitch, where else?" came the response, and after a brief struggle, they had me up there too.

I must have fainted while they carried me up the stairs, because the next thing I knew, I was laying on the bed looking up at the ceiling, while Zach had my legs apart and was fingering my exposed vagina. I wanted to speak....to protest, but, his warning "Shush" told me to be quiet.

"Next time you open that pretty mouth, honey, will be to suck my cock," muttered Zach.

I closed my eyes and shivered, knowing he was holding me prisoner and could do anything he wanted to me.

I listened out for Kathy, but, could only hear her soft moans at the far end of the room. Zach guessed what I was listening to.

"Your friend's getting a damn good seeing to over there and that's only for starters. That bitch has been asking for it all night. In fact, I've never seen two married bitches so desperate for a shagging."

"And, don't fret, cos it will be your turn soon, just as soon as we get this shaven cunt of yours nice and wet".

I gasped at the crudeness of his language. It was not a good sign.

"Yeah, I said cunt" growled Zach, fingering me hard, "because, single girls have pussies, married ones have cunts........we noticed you slipped your wedding ring back on when you thought you were leaving. Married cunts are better. A bit of illicit sex gets everybody excited."

He intensified his thorough working of my vagina, as I bit my lip in shame. I was fighting a losing battle, because I knew I was getting wet down there......and, against my will. But, shockingly, I was beginning to like what he was doing to me. My body was in betrayal .....

"Well lookie here", grinned my tormentor, holding up his slippery fingers for me to see. "You're sopping wet already and that's the way I like a cunt, especially when it's someone else's wife. So, I'd better get my big cock out and ready.......cos I don't like to keep a married lady waiting....."

He unzipped himself and proudly produced his rather large, thick erection. To my shame, I remember thinking that it was exactly what I needed.

Then he moved on top of me, his pot belly almost getting in the way.

"Oh fuck," he grunted, easing his cock into my vagina and groaning with pleasure at the sensation of it. Then he pushed it further and further in and began to fuck. As he did so, I could hear the squelching sound from my sopping wet sex. And, to be fair, it hadn't just been Alex who had got me like that; I had been worked up all night from showing off my scantily clad body to a roomful of men. And, there had been a feeling growing within me all night that I desperately needed some sexual attention. Now it looked like these men would see that I got it in spades.

Zach started off slow to get used to my juicy cunt. Then, he stepped up the pace of the fuck, shagging me harder and deeper, with long penetrating strokes. I closed my eyes and imagined it was my husband, having sex with me.........but it was no good. Andy was gentle and loving, while this guy was rough and fucking me hard like the slag I was.....I was having to face up to the fact that I was having sex with a stranger.

My body shivered, as sexual tremors rippled through me, undermining my resistance, and telling me that it liked being used and abused like this. I was so hot and worked up that I started to participate......couldn't help it....by pushing my vagina up to welcome his conquering cock, bouncing my arse off the bed and matching his ever quickening thrusts. God, his cock felt good, as I gladly surrendered my married vagina to the man's rampant lust.

My panting moans and girly squeals must have told the other men in the room that he had nailed me good and proper. They all watched fascinated as I shuddered in a massive orgasm. My legs arms and hair were all over the place in a mad frenzy of satisfied lust. Then Zach's full load of sperm jetted inside me as he collapsed on the bed.

"I've had a hard on all night wanting to fuck this hot sexy blonde," he growled.

"Well there's an ambition well satisfied then," someone said. "And you can go through her as many times as you want, Zach, cos we've got all night. Bitches have told their husbands they ain't coming home tonight. I overheard their calls."

That news sent a perverse and erotic shiver up and down my spine. Then Zach turned and looked at me, intensely, my blue eyes locked with his. I was mesmerised by his masterful stare and couldn't look away. They were the eyes of a man you wouldn't want to disobey.....on anything.

"Open your legs slut," he growled. "I want that blonde cunt on display at all times. Otherwise you'll feel my belt across your arse."

And blushing red with shame, I slowly opened my knees and spread my legs wide for all the men to see.

"And keep those pretty eyes wide open too," he demanded. "We want your full attention."

I had to stay like that for what seemed ages, red-faced and biting my lip in shame. At the same time, I had to endure their lust filled stares and crude comments while they slugged back their whiskey.

To my horror, I saw Zach's cock spring to attention again, fully recovered from its last devastating session hammering into my vagina. "Oh no," I murmured in disbelief, realising that he was ready to go at me again.

He pounced on me then, with a renewed vigour, kissing and feeling my thighs and squeezing my breasts. Then he was kissing me, open mouthed and passionate.....persisting until our tongues met and sent excited shivers racing up my spine. Then his fingers were on my vagina again making me squirm with delight as he fondled, probed and tormented my clitoris.

"Oh God, please stop" I pleaded, but his evil grin told me that was a forlorn hope, because, I knew that he was about to ravage me again.

Then, the beast was nipping and biting at my nipples, as I gasped and panted and surrendered to his lust.

"Hey, look what I've found" cried Jon, excitedly, after he had searched my suitcase. "A sexy pair of those French stockings.......shall we get her to put them on?"

Zach grunted approval and I was ordered to sit up and smooth them on and up my legs. They finished just past the knees and I could see why they turned men on. They were black and seductive and seemed to emphasise my creamy thighs and shapely bottom.

"You can piss off home now, Alex," ordered Zach when his man appeared in the doorway.......I'll ring you when I need you."

"And keep your fucking mouth shut about this," he added

"Yes Sir, will do," responded Alex, his face a picture of disappointment. Then he was gone, leaving me to the mercies of his Boss."

Then I heard Kathy at the other end of the room. She was being fucked by the Colonel and from the sound of her moans and urgent little gasps it was obvious that she was enjoying it very much. No doubt hubby was a long way from her thoughts at this moment, because, just like me, a few minutes ago, her entire universe was centred on what a rampant cock was doing to her pussy.

I had no more time to consider what was happening to Kathy, because Zach was pulling me by the hair and ordering me to change my position on the bed. He wanted me to kneel on all fours, with legs apart, and my arse pushed up provocatively, out over the end of the bed. I felt I had no choice but to comply, even though I knew that, naked and in that position I was just asking to be fucked.

"Look at that arse" he growled with lust and admiration....."Just look at that fucking arse will ya"

I wasn't a person anymore......just an object of desire.

Then he was down on his knees kissing, stroking and licking every part of my nakedness on display to him. He pushed his mouth up against my vagina and delved with his tongue, lapping the length of my slit and teasing my clitoris into life once more. (What was this man doing to me......I was losing all control...) Then he pulled my bum cheeks apart and tongued the rim of my arsehole. All this time, I dared not move, fearing his wrath and a lash from his belt. He muttered something and I strained to hear. His language was appalling as he made incoherent promises about shagging the arse off me and other such obscenities. My eyes shot open wide and I gasped with shame.

It was obvious he wanted to fuck me doggie-style and that I had no say in the matter. I could feel him working himself up to it. Again, he used his fingers to play my vagina, delving in deep with one then two fingers, using me hard and getting my love channel slippery and wet in readiness for that big cock of his. I just closed my eyes and bit my lip in shame, knowing that it had only taken a couple of minutes for him to achieve that objective. By now I was nothing more than a sex doll for him to use and abuse as he pleased.......

Then his big hard cock slowly slid in, teasing my now desperate cunt and pushing along the walls of my vagina; filling up my sex with his manhood. Finally, he pushed it all the way in. "Oh God!" I cried at the sheer sensation of it, snapping my head back and moaning. Then he was gripping my hips and shagging me good and proper, ramming into my sex with piston-like thrusts... over and over again...with an intense sexual energy that belied his age.

"Ohhh"......... the strength of the beast, as he just kept on fucking me, pulling my hips onto his rock hard cock and relentlessly driving in that solid mass.....

"Ohhh, Ohhh," I moaned.

He was giving me no respite....and driving me crazy.

I threshed my head back and forth as the sexual sensations down through my loins kept on mounting and mounting.......dominating my entire being; his big cock relentlessly pounding my squelching vagina. My orgasm was nearly there....I could feel it coming....coming....just out of reach. If only he would keep on fucking me.....

"Ohhh..., Ohhh...., Ohhh... don't stop," I urgently demanded.

And he didn't stop, nothing could stop him, and, thankfully, a few more penetrating fucks from that piston-like cock were all that it needed.

The big Greek had finally got me over the top and my entire body shuddered in pleasure and celebration. Wave after wave of delicious orgasm racked my body as I lay there moaning in ecstasy, The room seemed to go dark, as fireworks went off in my head and all around.

I had been totally and comprehensively fucked.

I rolled on the bed to get my breath back just in time to hear Kathy's frantic gasps and squeals signal the arrival of her own delightful climax. She had been fucked silly by the men at the end of the room and they had finally nailed her good and proper. Meanwhile, I just lay back and rubbed my thighs together, glowing in the wonderful sensations of after-sex.

He pushed his cock, glistening wet, towards my mouth. His threatening manner told me I had better take it, so I did. I tasted a heady mixture of our combined sexual fluids while desperately trying to suck and lick his large rod of manmeat. I closed my eyes as I took in as much as I could manage without gagging. Then I started to lick and suck his big cock. Not something I'd had much practise in lately. However, I must have been doing it alright, because, he started to moan with ecstasy. "Ohhh babe that's so good" he purred, "we'll make a cocksucker out of you yet."

"Look at me while you're sucking my cock", he demanded, suddenly, and I opened up my eyes and looked upwards at his face. Our eyes met and locked as I continued sucking. And not daring to look away. I held his gaze while I worked away at his rock hard erection with my mouth. In making me keep eye contact, he was enforcing his mastery over me letting me know that I was his sex slave; submissive to his iron will. A shudder ran through me as deep down. I knew, instinctively, that now, whenever and wherever we met it would always be that way between him and me. So I sucked and sucked until I felt a shimmer in his member and a flood of spunk erupted down my throat. "Swallow bitch, he ordered swallow it all."

I struggled to cope, but managed to swallow most of it. There was just a trickle that escaped my mouth and ran down my chin. Even this he made me scoop up and lick off my fingers.

He had full control of me then and further into that unforgettable night he fucked me like a rag doll in every conceivable sexual position. I wondered if it would ever stop.

As dawn broke, Kathy and I fortunately managed to get a few hours precious sleep then take a much needed shower, before we were able to take our leave about 9 a.m. The men had reverted to being gentlemen after what they had subjected us to the night before and we were assured that the car was o.k. which made me suspect that there had been precious little wrong with it to start with. It was obvious to us now that they had planned the whole thing.

Kathy drove in silence for an hour before she looked at her watch. Do you want to stop at a service station for breakfast? She asked.

I slowly stroked my throat "I think I've already had it," I replied thinking of all the spunk I'd swallowed during the night.

Kathy looked at me then she said, "Is it possible that a girl can enjoy an ordeal like that?"

"Of course," I said, "some women actually have fantasies about it."

"I don't think we should tell anyone about what happened, do you?" Ventured Kathy

"No.....not after we did a private striptease for them, twice, the second one being so much more explicit.

"Yes, that was my fault," admitted Kathy. "I let it get out of hand."

I had known all along that there was no possibility that we could take the matter any further because of the red hot show we had put on and the money they had handed over to us. They stumped up more before we left. Quite generous they had been with the cash, obviously hoping for a rematch.

Recriminations and blame were pointless, so we would have to just have to move on. Both of us had been well and truly fucked several times over so we could hardly forget about it, but, we would now have to get back to our husbands and resume our normal married life.

And more private strips? Kathy has raised the subject since, but, we'll just have to wait and see about that.

THE END