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‘Mm?' By now she knew that if she did not reply when he called her this, he would slap her bottom.

‘Would you like to see Paul again?' he asked softly. His hands returned to her hips, and moved down to her silky thighs.

‘Would I!' She wanted to kill the bastard.

‘Good,' Albert said. ‘Come in, Paul.'

She immediately straightened up out of her humiliating position, just in time to see Paul, her long-lost crush, enter Albert's office. It seemed to her that he was wearing the same suit she had last seen him in. He had put it on after fucking her, for well over an hour, in a motel room, apparently with a camera hidden in the closet. It was humiliating in the extreme to have him see her like this now, as shamelessly naked as she was when he left her, years ago. She had loved Paul. She had worshipped Paul. She had drawn hearts around his name in her yearbook as she imagined being married to him and taking his cock anywhere he wanted to put it.

That was before she became more realistic and married for money. Now she covered her mound with one hand and tried to hide her breasts with the other, but they were much too big.

‘Don't bother.' Albert slapped her bottom.

Paul looked amused.

She blushed even more deeply.

‘Paul,' her husband's brother said, ‘take off your trousers.'

‘Paul, how could you?!' she cried, and then looked at her brother-in-law, realising what he'd just said. ‘Take off his trousers?' She didn't understand; she could not let herself understand.

‘I needed the money,' Paul replied, and began slipping off his suit. ‘I'm sure you'd sell anyone you knew if you had to,' he added cynically, sliding his black trousers down and exposing strong, tanned legs that still made her go weak in the belly. She had spent hours watching those legs running across the football field in shorts, and in track-suit bottoms. She had fallen in love with those legs from afar.

‘I don't understand,' she said, still trying desperately not to. She had believed she could love Paul. When he had fucked her, it felt like heaven.

‘What's not to understand, my dear?' Albert said as Paul's beautiful cock sprang free of his shorts. ‘Get on the floor and suck him.'

‘No!' Amanda Vanforth refused vehemently. ‘Absolutely not!'

‘Do you want to go back to living like you did before you married Sidney?' Albert whispered in her ear. His hand was burrowing deep between her buttocks, and she could feel one of his fingers threatening to probe inside her little rear hole.

‘No,' she moaned. She couldn't possibly go back. She couldn't. She stared at Paul's cock... he had finally called her the last week of school, and less than two hours after they met for lunch she was on her back and panting from the pleasure of feeling his hard-on inside her.

‘Kiss it,' Albert demanded.

She saw Paul's erect dick, so long and so thick, and bent towards it; she couldn't help herself. She took it into her mouth with a choked cry as Albert spanked her, and then suddenly he was pulling open the cheeks of her bottom, and
his
cock, which she had never felt or tasted before, was pushing its way into her rectum. She groaned. She had not taken even Paul's cock this way, and she tried to look up into his eyes as Albert penetrated her, but his eyes were closed as he bucked back and forth in and out of her mouth. It wasn't long before his handsome features twisted in a frown, and she nearly gagged as a torrent of hot spunk flooded her mouth and poured down her throat, just as Albert yanked her hips back, pressing her buttocks tightly against his humid groin, and came deep in her bottom.

After the two men had come, Amanda was forced to kneel on all fours while Albert spanked her. He said he wanted to be just like Paul, who stood by watching as her brother-in-law methodically smacked one of her cheeks, and then the other. He spanked her slowly and rhythmically, and when her buttocks were hot as an oven, they both took her again just like before, only this time she sucked Albert's cock while Paul slid his huge dick between her flaming cheeks and fucked her bottom.

He leaned over her to massage her breasts and finger her clitoris, and she was horrified when she started coming even though he was pulling all the way out of her burning hole to ram himself cruelly through her ring every time. She moaned in the throes of an utterly humiliating orgasm as Albert, smiling triumphantly, shot almost contemptuous trickles of sperm into her gasping mouth.

 

Later that night Amanda was sitting in her bath again, this time soaking her aching bottom and thinking that at least she might be able to start seeing Paul again now. She caressed her vulva with a bar of soap trying to wash away the memory of Albert, but she kept seeing his smile as he came in her mouth, and despite the steaming hot bathwater, she shivered.

 

At Amanda's high school reunion later that year - which Albert insisted she attend even though Sidney, thank goodness, was not going - Amanda sat between Paul and her brother-in-law. Albert had not graduated the same year they had, yet he had insisted on coming and seemed delighted to be there.

He wore a sleek tuxedo, and Paul wore that same suit of his. She was dressed - again at Albert's insistence - entirely in white. Her breasts swelled half out of a white sweater's extremely low neckline, her white skirt reached only halfway down her slim thighs, and her beret was also as white as snow. They were attracting all sorts of stares where they sat together, mostly from men since, for some reason, very few women had shown up for the reunion.

Finally the lights went out and the slideshow began, the
Where are they now
? part of the evening.

Mandy's nerves started tingling when she heard the announcer's voice booming loudly through the microphone, ‘Tonight, as a special treat for all of you invited to this special preview of the actual reunion taking place tomorrow, we have a video presentation of the life-and-times of our very own Prom Queen, the girl voted most likely to succeed. Yes, we have special footage of the girl who made it all the way to the top, our very own Mandy Van, now New York's infamous Amanda Vanforth!'

She felt her body go cold with shock as on the big screen she suddenly saw a huge, naked version of herself being happily fucked in the ass by Albert while she happily sucked Paul's huge cock. The camera had been focused on her face; there was no doubt about the fact that the girl in the picture was her.

The slides clicked on remorselessly, one after another, and each one was worse than the last. Especially humiliating was a close-up of Paul spurting cum over her closed eyes, immediately followed by one of Albert pressing her face against the floor and making her lick it clean of sperm.

The terrible distorted voice through the microphone spoke again, and suddenly she realised it was her husband, Sidney, who was addressing the mostly male gathering. ‘Yes, friends, your dear Mandy has been committing adultery. I'm sure that won't stand her in good stead through her divorce proceedings. And then, of course, there's the little matter of embezzling company funds for that little stock portfolio of hers she has put away for a rainy day. But let me tell you, folks, her husband knows about Amanda's little ways. Or should I say, Mandy's? Her husband has that portfolio well in hand, unlike Mandy. She really shouldn't have tried to cheat her husband. And that's why we're here now, ladies and gentlemen. You all have your lottery tickets? Well then, come on up, because one of you lucky ticket holders, as you all know from your invitations, gets to fuck Mandy Vanforth. One of you gets to fuck her any way you like, and another lucky winner gets to have her suck his cock. Come up, come up, one and all, and bring your tickets! Mandy?'

In a dream, Mandy found herself rising. ‘Yes, Sidney?' she answered the god-like voice. She could not see beyond the lights of the slide machine that continued to project her giant face, and the circle of her rouged lips as she opened her mouth wide, straining to take Paul's cock deep inside.

‘Why don't you show everyone just what they've won here today, Mandy? Take off your top.'

Still moving in a dream that was slowly and inevitably becoming the nightmarish realisation that she had lost everything, Mandy began pulling off her tight sweater. It got stuck around her forehead, and suddenly she found herself blind and helpless, her naked breasts exposed as she struggled to get it off over her head. Yet she could still hear that demonic voice through the sweater's soft folds.

‘Isn't she lovely, folks? Aren't you glad you came to this pre-reunion? Hasn't the prize held its value over the years? Look at those breasts, still so firm. Isn't her husband a lucky man? Well, he wants to share his luck with all of you tonight.'

A hand grabbed her bottom suddenly, and then another one. She recognised Albert's pawing and Paul's more welcome grip, but then a strange hand grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed it. She jumped it was such a shock, but after that she went strangely still. She stopped struggling to get the top over her head as she felt another pair of unknown hands on her hips, and now someone else was lifting her skirt. A rough palm thrust itself between her thighs while gentler fingers pulled her panties down her legs. She just stood there while more and more hands felt her up, until she lost her balance, and then she sank to her knees.

Blindfolded by her top, Mandy got fucked in the ass again, this time with her breasts pressed against the cold floor as hands pulled her head up by the hair so another cock could slip into her mouth. She parted her lips for it, and when she felt sperm pouring down her throat, she swallowed that too. She shuddered as she felt one hard-on slip out of her bottom and another take its place, surging into her sperm-slicked back passage the second it became available. She thrust her buttocks up into the air, making it easy for rampant cocks to find their way between her cheeks and into her hot rectum. She shuddered, feeling yet more sperm spurting into her rear passage, but her cry was cut off as another penis slid into her gaping mouth.

She crouched on all fours and waited for the next erection, and the next, the cold tiles pressing against her breasts as the milk of countless men flooded her anus and her mouth, trickling out between her cheeks and down her chin. She didn't move, she just took what she had coming to her without trying to get away. She accepted this was how it had to be now as she lifted her hips to meet the new cock that drove into her so hard she felt as though it pierced her heart. She took the cock from behind and she took the cock in her face and nearly choked swallowing more mouthfuls of sperm, and when her mouth was emptied for an instant she cried, ‘Come on, fuck me! I'm a slut! Fuck me!' She groaned as another pair of rampant dicks filled her up in breathtaking unison, and then she started laughing silently, her shoulders shaking in rhythm with the penises pulsing inside her, because she was Mandy Van again, just plain old Mandy Van getting fucked like a tart with nothing left to lose.

 

 

 

Mr McAllister bought his wife a string of pearls that she could only wear naked. If she wanted to wear them with clothes, or in front of people, there would be consequences. What these consequences would be, he did not say, but the way he smiled when he mentioned them gave Mrs Penny McAllister a tightening sensation in the pit of her stomach.

It all came to a head one Sunday when some friends of Penny came over for a visit. Amanda was there, and so were Caroline and the redheaded Susan. They were all attractive, single women in their thirties except for Penny, who had married a man a good deal older than her. She had met him on a course on computer administration. He had smiled at her, and offered to buy her coffee. She had accepted his invitation, and three months later they were married. That was when he gave her the pearls.

It was a long string of fresh-water pearls, white as shark's teeth and beautifully luminous. She wore the necklace, and nothing else, for him their first night together. She modelled it for him, slightly embarrassed by the fact that it hung down past her pussy. No matter how she wore the pearls, in one long loop, or wrapped several times around her neck so they fell over her pert and equally creamy breasts, she always felt more naked with them than without them. And at first, when he gave them to her at the restaurant, she had thought he was joking about the consequences of wearing them with clothes.

‘What?' she had laughed at his warning. ‘Oh, really? What would you do to me if I put them on right here?'

‘There's only one way to find out, my dear,' he replied, smiling at her over his wine.

And so she did, she lifted the heavy necklace out of its box, in which it rested in luminous spirals against the crimson velvet lining, and slipped it on over her head. The pearls felt wonderfully cool against the bare skin of her neck and chest, and even then, dressed in an elegant black dress in a crowded restaurant, they made her feel so sensual she may as well have been naked.

Andrew's stare was penetratingly intense. ‘Tonight, my dear,' he warned quietly, ‘you'll find out.'

Meeting his eyes, she felt a tremor of fear in her belly mingled with excitement. Sex with Andrew McAllister had always been functional, competent; he got her off, but there was no... well, there was no danger involved. She never felt like she might lose control of herself when he touched her. But in the restaurant that night, a long string of pearls around her throat and his hand caressing her arm, and then her thigh beneath the table, she suddenly suffered the feeling of being owned, and she liked it.