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Titolo: Confessioni ad un diario

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Confessioni ad un diario
By rexdam 1999
Non riesco davvero a credere che sto scrivendo questo, ma non riesco
neanche credere che sto vivendo due vite. Devo raccontare quello che mi sta
succedendo, forse riuscirò a razionalizzarlo. Scriverò come se raccontassi
ad una persona invisibile, un confessore, un… già un diario in fondo cos’è
se non un confessore laico?
Nella mia prima vita, sono una moglie trentacinquenne felicemente sposata,
una madre soddisfatta ed un avvocato molto affermato che lavora per il
migliore studio legale della città.  Sono intelligente, bella, ed ho un
corpo che ancora fa una figura stramaledettamente buona nei microscopici
bikini che uso.
Nella mia seconda vita, sono una donnaccia disposta a fare qualsiasi cosa il
mio giovane montone vuole farmi fare.
Marcello, il mio stallone, ha 21 anni e lavora nel nostro studio come
factotum. E’ un fusto, sotto tutte le definizioni della parola. Frequenta
una palestra ed il suo corpo è duro come la pietra. Occhi marroni, bei
capelli neri, e il più bel sedere mai visto su un uomo.
In ufficio sono molto professionale, ma ai pranzi tra colleghi o alle feste,
sono una civetta senza ritegno. Marcello era l'obiettivo perfetto per il mio
amoreggiare: bello, giovane, singolo, e molto consapevole della mia
condizione sociale e posizione in ufficio.
Era sempre divertente stuzzicarlo, uno sport che soddisfaceva la mia vanità,
fino a che un natale a casa di un collega...
Presa dalla festa e sentendomi sicura con mio marito, Filippo, a mio
fianco, avevo stuzzicando spietatamente Marcello tutta la sera. Dopo aver
bevuto molto andai al piano di sopra per cercare una toilette quando una
mano afferrò il mio braccio e mi tirò in una camera da letto.
Era Marcello.
"Vieni qui, strozza cazzi" sibilò non appena chiuse la porta dietro a noi.
Non dissi una parola perché credevo che avesse bevuto troppo.
Le sue mani arrivarono immediatamente sulle mie tette e le palparono
rudemente attraverso il velluto verde del mio vestito.  Le sue dita
trovarono i miei capezzoli, ero senza reggiseno, che si indurirono
immediatamente al suo tocco.
"No, Marcello! Cosa stai facendo? Mio marito è giù dalle scale!"
"Sto trattando una strozza cazzi come merita. Nel mio quartiere sappiamo
come fare con quelle come te, e tu sei la peggiore che ho mai incontrato.
Quando avrò finito non mi stuzzicherai più".
Il suo discorso grezzo e la sua presa violenta erano così fuori luogo, così
oltre la mia esperienza, così sorprendenti. Fui disgustata e dovetti
sopprimere una risatina nervosa. Ma allo stesso tempo, la situazione intera
mi stava intrigando. Non temei per la mia incolumità, a causa della sua
posizione in ufficio non mi avrebbe mai fatto una violenza. La ruvidità del
trattamento mi spinse a rispondere. Filippo era sempre un gentiluomo, sia
dentro che fuori dal letto, non mi aveva mai parlato o trattata come
Marcello. Sempre compito, sempre gentile… due palle senza fine!
Questa situazione era nuova e mi stavo eccitando sempre più. Caddi indietro
quasi volentieri quando Marcello mi spinse sul letto.
"Marcello! Fermati! Sei matto?"
Stavo protestando, ma stavo anche tenendo la mia voce bassa. Marcello aprì
convulsamente la sua chiusura lampo e tirò fuori un bel cazzo duro. Mi tirò
la mia gonna sulla faccia, abbassò il collant ed invece di togliermi le
mutandine, le scostò abbastanza da far scivolare quel cazzo meraviglioso
nella mia calda, e già bagnata fica ed io iniziai il migliore orgasmo della
mia vita.
Quando venne, si liberò delle mie gambe e si alzò in piedi. Mi sedei e gli
sorrisi.
"Wow! Non posso credere che sia successo, Marcello. Era grande, ma non
riesco davvero credere di aver appena tradito mio marito!" dissi con una
voce completamente falsata dall’orgasmo che diceva chiaramente quanto me la
fossi goduta.
Marcello mi afferrò per la nuca e mi avvicinò al suo cazzo ancora mezzo duro
"Zitta, cagna. Lecca bene e puliscimi."
Presi il suo cazzo caldo e appiccicoso nella mia bocca e succhiai e leccai i
nostri succhi per tutta la sua lunghezza.
Appena iniziai a lavorarmi il suo cazzo, Marcello disse
"Sai perché le succhia cazzi mi stuzzicano?  Perché sono delle vere puttane,
quello è l'unico modo che conoscono per chiedere quello che vogliono. Un
palo duro e grosso. Poi se non è tanto grosso o tanto duro va bene lo
stesso, basta che ci sia qualcosa con cui riempirsi fica e bocca!"
Lo sentii, ma mi stavo godendo troppo il suo cazzo per fare molta attenzione
a quello che stava dicendo. Finalmente, quando fu pulito, lo reinfilò nei
suoi pantaloni ed uscì dalla camera da letto senza dire un altra parola, mi
risistemai e quando tornai alla festa, lui se ne era già andato.
Quella notte fu l'inizio della mia discesa in vortice di sesso e libidine.
Non me ne accorsi subito, ma Marcello mi aveva dato qualche cosa di cui non
potei più fare a meno. Finché Marcello non mi scopò su quel letto, non avevo
mai saputo che potesse esistere un eccitamento sessuale come quello. Non ero
mai stata tanto eccitata e soddisfatta, e volli di più. Non mi importava se
stavo rischiando famiglia e carriera, anzi non ci pensavo proprio! Ero come
drogata.
Il lunedì seguente, Marcello mi seguì nella mia macchina e mi chiese
pompino.  Non c'era nessuna domanda da fare per quanto mi aveva chiesto, c’
era solo da farlo e basta. Ricordai vividamente il mio orgasmo, la
liberazione totale e la soddisfazione.
Feci il pompino a Marcello, e quello divenne una specie di rituale
quotidiano. Nei miei abiti firmati che costavano ognuno quanto guadagnava
Marcello in un mese, succhiavo il cazzo caldo del mio stallone ogni
pomeriggio, caldo come le sue mani che vagavano sul mio corpo. Lui riempiva
la mia bocca di sborra e mi guardava ingoiarla, poi lo pulivo leccandolo
avidamente, guidavo verso casa e mi trasformavo in moglie perfetta e madre
affettuosa.
Il pomeriggio del venerdì, Marcello mi diede il suo indirizzo e mi disse
essere là per mezzogiorno di sabato. Era abbastanza facile dire a Filippo
che mi stavo preparando per una causa, il che comporta sempre straordinari
ed orari impossibili.
Quando arrivai da Marcello, lui mi indicò la camera da letto dicendomi di
spogliarmi. Per le successive tre ore fui tenuta nel più meraviglioso stato
di soddisfazione sessuale della mia vita! Mi mandò letteralmente fuori di
testa.
Il suo corpo sodo e il suo cazzo duro erano sopra e nel mio corpo. Io ero
divenuta una schiava al suo tocco. Lui mi stuzzicava e giocava con me fino a
farmi quasi esplodere per poi tirarsi indietro, mi fece diventare matta e mi
mandò in estasi.  Fottè la mia bocca, la mia fica, le mie tette ed il mio
culo ancora vergine. Lui mi succhiò i capezzoli e le dita del piede e la
clitoride. Lui massaggiò le mie gambe e il mio sedere e le mie tette e la
mia passerina.
Filippo era stato l’unico uomo con cui avessi mai fatto l’amore ed era
impossibile paragonarlo a Marcello. Non volevo che il pomeriggio finisse
mai.  Volevo che Marcello mi scopasse per giorni.
Stavo vestendomi per andare via, in piedi su gambe molli come burro,
abbracciando Marcello al collo, quando lui accarezzò le mie tette e disse
“Sabato prossimo, stessa ora, troia.”
“Sarò qui.“
“Ci vediamo lunedì al parcheggio dopo l’ufficio, troia.”
“Ti aspetterò, Marcello.”
Fu difficile per me da credere, ma il nostro sabato seguente fu migliore
anche del primo! Marcello era così giovane e forte e aggressivo. Più mi
chiedeva e più gli davo e più godevo. Ma dopo quel secondo sabato, non volli
aspettare un altra lunga settimana per farmi fottere da Marcello. Ogni sera,
durante il pompino in garage, imploravo Marcello di lasciarmi tornare da
lui. Finalmente, giovedì lui disse sì. Stetti fino a che mezzanotte e quasi
strisciai fino casa nel mio letto. Guidando fino a casa ammisi, per la prima
volta, che non avevo più il controllo di tutti gli aspetti della mia vita.
Ero fisicamente e sessualmente sottomessa a Marcello. Avevo sempre
disprezzato i drogati per la loro dipendenza, la loro completa mancanza di
forza d’animo ed ora mi trovavo drogata di un borgataro rozzo ma con il dono
di farmi godere come non mai.
Tira più un pelo di fica che una coppia di buoi, cita un proverbio romano.
Vero, ma altrettanto vero che, se usato bene, tira più un pelo di cazzo che
una coppia di buoi!
Il terzo sabato, Marcello non era da solo quando arrivai.
“Questo è il mio amico, Concetto” mi sorrise Marcello.
Dissi ciao a Concetto e parlammo per un po’. Non vedevo l’ora che se ne
andasse così che potessi farmi scopare da Marcello! Mi bolle il sangue nelle
vene solo a stagli vicina. Marcello mi accarezzò sul ginocchio e sorrise di
nuovo e disse
“Ho detto a Concetto che gli avresti fatto un bocchino prima di salutarci.”
“No, Marcello, non posso farlo.”
Non riuscivo a capire perché Marcello voleva che lo facessi, e mi
meravigliai di come mi stessi spingendo lontano per lui. Poche settimane fa
avrei preso a sberle chiunque mi avesse detto una parola fuori luogo, ed ora
rispondevo semplicemente, come se mi fosse stata chiesta una sigaretta.
“Bene, rimettiti il cappotto e sbatti le chiappe fuori di qui. Fine dei
divertenti con me.”
Capì immediatamente che Marcello era serio. Sono imbarazzata ad ammettere
che ci pensai su solo pochissimi secondi. Non ero volevo assolutamente
rinunciare a lui.
“Va bene Marcello, farò come chiedi.”
Con un ghigno enorme, Concetto mi condusse nella camera da letto e si sedé
sull'orlo.  Aprii la sua cintura dei pantaloni e li tirai in giù. Mi
inginocchiai sul pavimento, tra le sue gambe e avvolsi le mie labbra sul suo
cazzo, sentendolo crescesse e indurirsi nella mia bocca umida.
Prima che Concetto venisse, Marcello entrò nella camera da letto. Era nudo e
sembrava piacergli guardarmi fottere Concetto con la mia bocca. Il suo cazzo
era sodo e riuscì a prenderlo in mano prima che Concetto esplodesse nella
mia bocca.
Sono sicura che indovini che quel Concetto non andò subito via, le
successive ore entrambi gli uomini mi scoparono e mi succhiarono a turno
quando uno era scarico, per poi continuare insieme. Mi divenne
immediatamente chiaro che la pecorina era la posizione favorita di Marcello,
infilava e sfilava continuamente il suo meraviglioso cazzo dentro di me
alternando ogni tanto il culo alla fica, e se ero in ginocchio a succhiare
il cazzo di Concetto sentivo che era molto più eccitato.
Il mio corpo era dolente e stanco mentre tornavo a casa. Non riuscivo ancora
a capacitarmi che, solo fino a 4 settimane fa, avevo fatto sesso solo con
mio marito, e quel giorno ero stata usata ed abusata da due giovani montoni.
Mi meravigliai perché non avevo rammarichi o senso di colpa.
La relazione, ovviamente, divenne via via più stretta. Continuai ad andare a
casa di Marcello pressoché ogni sabato per i due mesi seguenti. Il più delle
volte Marcello era da solo, ma Concetto si faceva trovare di quando in
quando e le ammucchiate furono ripetute ogni volta.
Alla fine di marzo, Marcello mi disse arrivare leggermente prima e quando io
lo feci, lui mi diede da indossare un abbigliamento che sarebbe stato
oltraggioso anche per la peggior troia di strada. Era una gonna, troppo
corta per chiunque, una top cortissimo e molto largo che mi copriva a mala
pena la punta dei capezzoli, e delle scarpe con il tacco altissimo.
“Metti questi, Giovanna. Alcuni amici verranno a vedere la partita e tu
sarai  la nostra cameriera.”
Non mi piacque il suono di quello che Marcello diceva, specialmente dopo
quello che era successo con Concetto.
“Marcello, per favore non farmelo fare. Non voglio avere niente a che fare
con i tuoi amici. Solo te. Porterò questa roba ma solo per te.”
Marcello afferrò il mio soprabito e me lo sbatté addosso.
“Nessuno problema, Giovanna. Sai la regola. Fai quello che chiedo, o fine
del divertimento. È semplice. Tu metti questi per i miei amici oppure
vattene a casa e non tornate mai più.”
Un'ora più tardi, vestita con abiti che mi sarebbero stati corti a 14 anni,
stavo servendo birra e patatine fritte a Marcello, Concetto e tre amici
loro.  Le mie tette, culo e fica venivano afferrate, pizzicate, colpite e
toccate a ogni opportunità. Fui tirata giù sulle ginocchia per farmi palpare
meglio o farmi leccare le tette fino a che uno dei ragazzi nuovi, dopo aver
tirato fuori il cazzo dai pantaloni mi disse sedere su lui.
Chiaramente, e come al solito, tutti questi maltrattamenti mi avevano eccita
ed ero semplicemente felice di piazzarmi sopra di lui, fronteggiandolo,
tirando su la mia gonna corta ed abbassando lentamente la mia fica calda e
bagnata sopra il suo cazzo. Lui sollevò il top e si attaccò le mie tette con
la bocca e le mani.
Quello fu l’inizio della festa. Dopo quella prima scopata, mi mossi di
ginocchia in ginocchia, fottendo e succhiando i cinque ragazzi come un’
invasata, facendoli venire e indurire di nuovo.
Invece di apprezzare il fatto di avere una donna attraente disponibile a
prendersi cura delle loro spinte animali, questi ragazzi erano grezzi e
maleducati e luridi. Uno mi fece sdraiare su un tavolinetto lurido di caffè
e briciole e mi versò della birra sulle tette e sulla fica per poi leccarla.
Un altro sfilò il cazzo dalla mia bocca mentre veniva e mi spruzzò di sborra
calda ed appiccicosa le tette così da potermi guardare mentre la leccavo via
dai miei capezzoli.
Concetto si sdraiò sul pavimento e mi fece montare sul suo cazzo. Un altro
ragazzo, Alessio, si mise in piedi e mi infilò il cazzo fino alla gola. Dopo
alcuni minuti, un terzo ragazzo arrivò e se lo menò fino a sparare tutta la
sua borra sulla mia faccia. La vista dello sperma sul mio viso dette la
spinta finale a Concetto ed Alessio, perché anche loro vennero a pochi
secondi di distanza uno dall’altro.
Per due ore, succhiai, fottei, maneggiai e consolai i loro cazzi. Non erano
più uomini per me ma solo sborrate, pompate, fottute e cazzi tesi. Ed amai
ogni minuto.
Marcello realizzò che dovevo essere esausta, perché circa due ore dopo avere
cominciato, lui mi disse di vestirmi ed andare a casa. Andai via baciando
tutti i ragazzi che si lamentavano perché stavo andando via.
Quando ritornai a casa, i bambini ancora erano al pattinaggio con la baby
sitter e Filippo non era ancora tornato. Ringraziai la mia buona stella, mi
spogliai e feci la doccia. Odoravo come un bordello vicino ad una fabbrica
di birra.
Stavo lavando con uno sciampo i miei capelli quando la porta della doccia si
aprì ed entrò Filippo con un sorriso e il cazzo duro. Senza una parola, mi
inclinai indietro contro il muro e lasciai che mio marito mi scopasse.
Mentre lui pompava tenendomi per le chiappe, pensai che stavo aggiungendo un
’altra sborrata alle 10 o 12 che già riempivano la mia fichetta, e ebbi il
mio orgasmo più intenso del giorno.
Dopo la festa le cose tornarono alla “normalità”, se così si può dire, per
un po’.
Ogni giorno dopo l’ufficio, facevo un pompino a Marcello. Lui lasciava che
io andassi da lui circa una sera ogni due settimane e pressoché ogni sabato.
Concetto è di solito presente il sabato, ed anche Alessio si fa vedere
qualche volta. Non importa se sono uno, due o tre, me li lavoro tutti
facendo qualunque cosa vogliono.
La settimana scorsa l’ultima richiesta di Marcello. Dopo l’ufficio mi ha
dato una borsa e mi ha detto di andare al suo appartamento alle 10 di sera
del giorno stesso, molto truccata e con in dosso i vestiti contenuti nella
borsa. Tentai di obiettare che per me era impossibile uscire perché era un
venerdì ma lui disse di esser là altrimenti ciao, e poi se ne andò via.
Fortunatamente per me, Filippo è un individuo fiducioso. So che abusai di
quella fiducia quella notte, ma dopo cena gli dissi che uscivo con alcune
colleghe per una festa del nubilato. Seppi poi quanto fossi vicina alla
verità.
Parcheggiai fuori casa di Marcello e guardai nella borsa. C’era un
reggicalze nero, calze nere e scarpe con tacchi a spillo anch’esse nere. Non
era facile, ma mi spogliai e mi cambiai nella macchina, fissai il trucco
nello specchietto retrovisore, e misi l’impermeabile.
La musica stava esplodendo attraverso la porta dell'appartamento di Marcello
e dovetti bussare molte volte.  Finalmente, Marcello aprì la porta e si girò
per annunciare.
“Il divertimento è qui. Prepariamo la stanza!”
Seguirono molte grida dall’interno. Marcello mi chiamò con un cenno della
mano ed entrai. Il suo salotto era pieno di ragazzi. Lattine di birra
dappertutto e un film porno era nel VCR. Nel centro della stanza c’era un
bel ragazzo seduto su una sedia con le mani legate dietro la schiena.
Marcello prese la mia mano e mi condusse nella stanza.
“Signori. Questa è la macchina del sesso. Alcuni l'hanno già incontrata e
sanno quello che voglio dire. Il resto di voi… bene, tenetevi strette le
palle!
Il nostro caro amico, e quasi marito, Massimo, mi aveva chiesto di non far
venire una spogliarellista per la festa. Sembra che lui non volesse
rischiare qualsiasi porcata la notte precedente al suo matrimonio. Lui vuole
rimanere puro! Pensai che non era giusto nei confronti dei ragazzi rovinare
il divertimento, così ecco quello che accade. Massimo è legato sulla sua
sedia e può guardare quello che lui avrebbe potuto avere, perché....."
Marcello aprì il mio impermeabile e lo buttò della stanza
”La macchina del sesso… è questa!”
Nelle successive ore io scopai e succhiai 11 dei 12 ragazzi. Ognuno eccetto
Massimo mi aveva fottuto almeno due volte, e ogni volta nessuno era a più di
due metri dai suoi occhi che schizzavano letteralmente fuori dalle orbite.
Non era passato molto tempo che Massimo cominciò a implorare essere
rilasciato. Lo tentai con le mie tette e gli strofinai il culo sulle
ginocchia, gli feci tirare il collo per annusarmi la fica, ma Marcello
rifiutò di rilasciarlo.
Finalmente, quando le cose rallentarono un po’, Marcello chiese ad ognuno se
a Massimo si doveva permettere di cambiare la sua idea. La maggior parte dei
suoi amici accettava l’idea, ma Marcello disse che Massimo se la doveva
guadagnare.  Noi provammo a pensare una sfida per Massimo, quando sentii le
gocce di sperma che gocciolavano giù lungo le mie cosce dalla mia abusata ed
inondata fichetta.  Suggerii che prima che Massimo potesse scoparmi, lui
doveva pulirmi con la lingua. Massimo non esitò.
Mi sdraiai al centro della stanza, dove i ragazzi potessero vedere le loro
sborrate sopra e dentro la mia fica. Marcello slegò Massimo e lui cadde
letteralmente su di me, tuffandosi con la lingua nella mia passerina. La
stanza esplose in battutacce e risate ed incitazioni, ed io venni e venni e
venni.
Finalmente, Massimo calò i suoi pantaloni e spinse il suo cazzo durissimo
dentro la mia fica ormai sciatta. Non durò un cazzo, dopo pochi colpi crollò
sopra di me godendo e spingendo con forza il suo cazzo il più possibile
dentro di me.
Spinsi via Massimo e mi alzai in piedi sulle gambe barcollanti. Marcello mi
avvolse l’impermeabile sulle spalle e mi disse di non tornare sabato, e che
c'era un regalo per me nella borsa.
Sedei nella macchina per alcuni minuti. Le mie cosce e le grandi labbra
della vagina mi pulsavano come quando nacquero i miei figli. La mia bocca e
mia mascella le sentivo come me se avessi speso ore sulla sedia di un
dentista. Il mio collo, le spalle e le tette erano dolenti e mostravano i
segni di morsi. Alla fine di questo esame sommario mi esplose una domanda
nel cervello.
“Ma che cazzo sto facendo?”
Quando ritornai a casa, mi cambiai nel garage ed andai alle camere da letto.
Tutti erano quieti.
Poi ricordai il dono di Marcello e controllai nella borsa. C’erano due
nastri video. Non potevo immaginare perché mai Marcello mi avesse regalato
due film,
così andai in salone e ne misi uno nel VCR.
Non potevo crederci!
Era un nastro delle scopate di questa sera eppure non avevo notato nessuno…
bè a dir la verità non avrei notato neanche un elefante rosa in tutù! E se
Filippo li vede? Lo stomaco mi si ridusse ad una nocciolina, estrassi il
nastro e lo chiusi nel mio armadio.
Come stirai il mio corpo dolente sotto le lenzuola, decisi di dire a
Marcello che non ci sarebbero state più feste.  Uno-a-uno, con lui,
solamente.
L’unica cosa che al momento non so è che cosa faro se lui mi dirà
“Niente da fare, troia. Conosci le regole”
FINE

By rexdam 1999
"By rexdam 1999" il cavolo. Ho appena fatto una grezza paurosa sul tema. Ma
stavolta ho le prove!
Non c'e' niente di male a tradurre dei buoni racconti dall'inglese. Io l'ho
fatto. J.Boswell e' sicuramente un maestro.
Trovo pero' appena appena scorretto non precisare che si tratta di una
traduzione, e lasciare intendere che sia una propria creazione. Appena
appena scorretto. Mi auguro che almeno i tuoi precedenti contributi siano
originali. Al momento non ci metterei la mano sul fuoco...
Xlater
                        Guilty Pleasures
                               by
                           J. BOSWELL
    I really can't believe I'm writing this down, but I can't really
believe I'm living the two lives I'm living right now, either.
     In my first life, I'm a happily married, 35-year old wife and mother
and a very successful attorney working for one of the Delaware Valley's top
firms.  I'm smart, good-looking, eat right, exercise, and have a body that
my critical eye says still looks pretty damn good in a small two-piece
swimsuit.  In my second life, I am a wanton slut that will do whatever my
young-stud lover wants me to do.
     Scott, my lover, is 21 years old and works at our firm doing odd jobs,
delivering papers, photocopying, mail-boy, etc.  By all definitions of the
word, he is a "hunk."  He works out and his body is rock-hard.  Brown eyes,
beautiful black hair, and the nicest ass I've ever seen on a man.
     I am very much the professional in the office, but at office
luncheons, softball games, and parties, I am a outrageous flirt. I just
can't help it.  At first, Scott was the perfect target for my flirting:
good-looking, young, single, and very aware of my status and position in
the office.  He was always fun to tease, always a good sport -- until a
Christmas party at a partner's house.
     In the holiday mood and feeling safe with my husband, Phil, at my
side, I had been merciless flirting with Scott all evening.  Later in the
evening, I was walking out of the upstairs bathroom when a hand grabbed my
arm and pulled me into a bedroom.  It was Scott.
     "Come here, you cockteaser."  He hissed, as he closed the bedroom door
behind us.
     I didn't say a word because I assumed he was now kidding me in return,
or maybe he had had just a little too much to drink.
     His hands shot to my breasts and roughly felt them through the green
velvet of my dress.  His fingers found my braless nipples and they hardened
to his touch.
     "No, Scott!  What do you think you're doing?  My husband is
downstairs!"
     "I'm breaking a cockteaser.  In my neighborhood we know how to deal
with cockteasers, and you are the worst I have ever met.  When I'm through
with you, you won't tease me anymore."
     His rough talk and his rough grabs were so out of place, so beyond
anything in my experience, so surprising, I was shocked and had to suppress
a nervous giggle.  But at the same time, the whole situation was turning me
on.  I didn't fear for my safety, because of the setting and that it was
Scott, and I knew he would never hurt me.  Still, the roughness was causing
me to respond.  Phil, always a gentleman in and out of bed, had never
talked to me or felt me the way Scott was.  This was new and exciting.  I
fell back almost willingly when Scott pushed me back on to the bed.
     "Scott!  Stop it!  Are you crazy?"  I was protesting, but I was also
keeping my voice low.
     Scott ripped down his zipper and pulled out a beautiful, rigid cock.
He threw my skirt up over my face, pulled down my pantyhose and, instead of
removing my panties, he merely pulled the elastic crotch far enough to the
side to slide that wonderful dick into my already hot, wet cunt and I
started the best orgasm of my life on his second stroke.
     When he came, he pulled out and stood up.  I sat up and smiled at him,
"Wow!  I really can't believe that happened, Scott.  It was great, but I
can't believe I just cheated on my husband!"
     Scott grabbed the back of my head and pulled me to his still-hard
cock, "Shut up, bitch.  Lick me clean."
     I took his warm and sticky cock in my mouth, sucking it and then
licking our juices from its length.
     As I was working on his cock, Scott said, "Do you know why cockteasers
tease?  Because they are really sluts and that's the only way they know how
to ask for it the way they want it - hard and fast."
     I heard him, but was enjoying his cock too much to pay that much
attention to what he was saying.  Finally, when he was clean, he returned
his meat into his pants and zipped up.  He walked out of the bedroom
without another word, and by the time I had reassembled myself and returned
to the party, he was gone.
    That night was the beginning of my descent into raunchy sex.  I didn't
know it then, but Scott had given me something I could no longer live
without.  Until Scott took me on that bed, I never knew sexual excitement
like that existed.  I had never been that aroused, and I wanted more.
....................
     At work the following Monday, Scott followed me to my car and demanded
a blow job.  There was never any question of doing what he said to do.  I
vividly remembered my orgasm, the total release and satisfaction, and
wanted more.
     I gave Scott his blow job, and that became the daily ritual. Every
afternoon, in my $400 business suits, I'd be sucking on my stud's hot cock
as his hands roamed over and in my body.  He'd fill my mouth with cum, and
watch me swallow it, and then I'd lick him clean, drive home and be the
perfect wife and mother.
     On Friday afternoon, Scott gave me his address and told me to be there
by noon on Saturday.  It was easy enough to tell Phil that I was preparing
for a trial, which always entailed extra hours at the office.
     When I arrived at Scott's, he pointed me to the bedroom and told me to
undress.  For the next three hours I was held in the most wonderful state
of sexual awareness in my life!  Scott tired this girl out!
     His hard body and hard cock were all over and in my body.  I became a
slave to his touch.  He would tease and play with me until my release was
about to explode, and then back off - he drove me crazy and into ecstasy.
He fucked my mouth, my cunt, my tits and my virgin asshole.  He sucked my
nipples and toes and fingers and clit.  He massaged my legs and back and
breasts and my pussy.
     Phil had been the only other man to make love to me and he couldn't
compare to Scott.  I didn't want the afternoon to end.  I wanted Scott to
fuck me for days.
     I was dressing to leave, standing on wobbly legs, hugging Scott around
the neck, when he patted my buns and said, "Same time, next Saturday,
slut."
     "I'll be here."
     "See you in the parking garage after work on Monday, slut."
     "I'll be waiting, Scott."
     It was hard to believe, but our fuck session the following Saturday
was even better than the first!  Scott was so young and strong and
aggressive.  The more he demanded from me, the more I responded and
enjoyed.  But after that second Saturday, I didn't want to wait another
long week between Scott's fucks.  Every night, during our garage blow jobs,
I begged Scott to let me visit him.  Finally, on Thursday he said yes.  I
stayed until midnight and just about crawled home and into my bed.  Driving
home, I admitted to myself, for the first time, that I was no longer in
control of all aspects of my life -- I was physically and sexually addicted
to Scott.
........................
     On the third Saturday, Scott wasn't alone when I arrived.
     "This is my friend, Sean," smiled Scott.
     I said hello to Sean and the three of us talked for a while. I
couldn't wait for him to leave, so Scott and I could get on with the
fucking!  I get hot just being close to Scott.
     Scott patted me on the knee and smiled again, saying, "I told Sean
you'd give him a blow job, before he left."
     "No, Scott, I can't do that."  I couldn't understand why Scott would
say that, and wondered how far he was going to push me.
     "Well, Babe, then I guess you better get your coat and get the fuck
out of here.  No more fun times with me."
     I knew Scott was serious.  I'm embarrassed to admit I thought about it
for only a few seconds.  I was not prepared to give up Scott's pleasures so
easily.
     "Okay, Scott, I'll do as you ask."
     With a huge grin, Sean led me into the bedroom and sat on the edge of
the bed.  I opened his belt and trousers and pulled them down to his
shoe-tops.  I knelt on the floor, between his legs, and wrapped my lips
around his cock, feeling it grow and harden inside my wet mouth.
     Before Sean came, Scott entered the bedroom.  He was naked and seemed
to enjoy watching me fuck Sean with my mouth.  His dick was hard and I
reached for it with my hand as Sean exploded in my mouth.
     I'm sure you guessed that Sean didn't leave, and the next several
hours had both men fucking and sucking me in turn and at the same time.  It
became obvious that Scott's favorite position was pounding his cock into
me, doggie-style, as I sucked on Sean's cock.
     My body was sore and tired as I drove home from Scott's apartment.  I
couldn't believe that, up until about 4 weeks ago, only my husband had ever
made love to me, and that day I had been used and abused by two young
studs.  I wondered why I didn't have regrets or more guilt.
.........................
     The relationship, if that is what this is, has gotten kinkier and
kinkier.  I continued to go to Scott's place almost every Saturday for the
next couple of months.  Most days Scott was alone, but Sean did show up
occasionally and the 3-way was repeated each time.
     In late March, Scott told me to get there a little early and when I
did, he handed me an outrageous outfit.  It was a skirt, too short for
anybody, a T-shirt top, scooped low and wide in the front, and very high
heels.
     "Put these on, Patti.  I'm having some friends over to watch
basketball, and you're going to be our waitress."
     I definitely didn't like the sound of that, after my experience with
Sean.  "Scott, please don't make me do this.  I don't want to entertain
your friends -- just you.  I'll wear this outfit for you."
     Scott grabbed the clothes from my hand.  "No problem, Patti.  You know
the rule -- you do what I ask, or we don't play anymore.  It's that simple.
You wear this for my friends or you go home and don't ever come back."
     An hour later, dressed in the outfit and wearing more make-up than I
have since I was 14, I was serving beer and chips to Scott, Sean and three
friends.  My tits, ass and pussy were being grabbed, tweaked, poked, probed
and fingered at every opportunity.  I was pulled down on to laps for feels
and kisses until one of the new guys pulled out his hard cock and told me
to sit on it.
     Of course, and as usual, all this mistreatment had really turned me on
and I was only too happy to position myself in his lap, facing him, pulling
my short skirt up, and slowing lowering my hot, wet cunt onto his cock.  He
pulled my top over my head and began to attack my tits with his mouth and
hands.
     That started the party in ernest.  After that first fuck, I moved from
lap to lap, fucking and blowing the five guys as fast as they could shoot
their load and get hard again.
     I was having a ball, but instead of appreciating having an attractive,
willing woman available to take care of their animal urges, these guys were
crude and rude and gross.  One guy had me lie down on the coffee table as
he poured beer on my tits and pussy and lapped it up.  Another guy pulled
his cock out of my mouth as he started to come, and shot his warm, sticky
jism on my tits, and then lifted each one up to my mouth so he could watch
me lick his cum off my nipples.
     Sean laid on his back on the floor and had me mount his cock.  Another
guy, Dave, stood over Sean and I sucked his prick into my mouth.  Within a
few minutes, a third guy walked over and stood watching.  I reached for his
erect penis and jerked it off until he shot his cum all over my face.  The
sight of the cum must have been enough for Sean and Dave, because they both
came within seconds of each other.
     For 2 hours, to the hoots, cat-calls, cheering and whistles, I
serviced their cocks.  They were no longer men to me, only jerking,
pumping, shooting cocks.  And I loved every minute of it.
     Scott must have realized how exhausting the whole thing had been for
me, because about 2 hours after starting, he told me to get dressed and to
go home.  I left, blowing kisses to everyone's moans and groans because I
was leaving.
     When I got home, the kids were still at the roller rink and Phil was
napping.  Thanking my lucky stars, I stripped and made my way to the
shower.  I smelled like a whore house next to a brewery.
     I was shampooing my hair when the shower door opened and Phil stepped
in wearing a smile and a hard-on.  My guess was that he woke from his nap
with an erection and wanted me to do something about it.  Without a word, I
leaned back against the wall and let my husband walk his cock up inside me.
When he came, I thought about him adding one more gooey load to the 10 or
12 loads of cum already filling my cunt, and I had my most intense orgasm
of my action-packed day.
.............................
     After the party, things got back to "normal" for a while.  Everyday
after work, I give Scott a blow job.  He lets me visit him about one
weeknight every two weeks and almost every Saturday.  Sean is usually there
on Saturdays, and sometimes, Dave also shows up.  It doesn't matter to me
whether it's 1 or 2 or 3 -- I service them all -- letting them do whatever
they want to me.
     Last week was the ultimate demand by Scott.  After work, he handed me
a bag and told me to come to his apartment at 10:00pm that night, wearing a
lot of make-up and the contents of the bag. I told him that it was
impossible for me to get out that late on a Friday night.  Scott told me to
be there or else say goodbye, and then he walked away.
     Lucky for me, Phil is a trusting individual.  I know I abuse that
trust, but, that night, after dinner, I told him I was going out with some
women from the office for a bachelorette party.  I didn't know then how
close to the truth I was.
     I parked outside of Scott's and looked in the bag.  All that was in it
was a black garterbelt, black stockings and black high heels.  It wasn't
easy, but I stripped and put the sexy stuff on in the car, fixed my extra
make-up in the visor mirror, and put on my raincoat.
     Music was blasting through Scott's apartment door and I had to knock
several times.  Finally, Scott opened the door and held up a finger for me
to wait.  He turned back into the apartment and announced, "The
entertainment's here.  Get the groom ready!"
    More yells from inside followed.  Scott curled his finger for me to
step inside.  His livingroom was full of men.  Beer cans were everywhere
and an X-rated video was on the VCR.  In the center of the room was a
goodlooking guy sitting in a desk chair, with his hands behind him.
     Scott took my hand and led me into the room, "Gentlemen.  This is the
Sex Machine.  Some of you have already met her and know what I mean.  The
rest of you -- well, hold on to your balls!
     "Our dear friend, and groom-to-be, Gary, requested that I not get a
stripper for the party.  It seems he didn't want to risk any hanky-panky
the night before his wedding.  He wants to remain pure!
     "I didn't think it was fair to the guys to ruin our fun, so here's
what happens.  Gary is tied in his chair and gets to watch what he could
have had, because....."   Scott opened my raincoat and threw it out of the
room, "...the Sex Machine is here!"
     For the next two hours, I fucked and sucked 11 of the 12 guys there.
Everybody except Gary had me at least twice, and every time it was no more
than 4 feet from his bulging eyeballs.  It wasn't long after I started,
that Gary began to beg to be released.  I tempted him with my tits and ass
and snatch, but Scott refused to release him.
     Finally, when things slowed down, Scott asked everyone if Gary should
be allowed to change his mind.  Most of his friends booed the idea, but
Scott said he'd let Gary go if he earned it.  We tried thinking of a
challenge for Gary, when I felt the cum dripping down my thighs from my
overused and overflowing pussy.  I suggested that before Gary could fuck
me, he had to eat me clean.  Gary didn't hesitate.
     I laid down in the center of the room, where the men could see their
cum over and in my pussy.  Scott untied Gary and he fell on top of me,
diving into my cunt.  The room burst into cheers as I came and came.
     At last, Gary dropped his pants and shoved his meat up inside my
sloppy cunt.  He came in only a few strokes and collapsed on top of me.
     I rolled Gary off and stood on wobbly legs.  Scott wrapped my raincoat
around my shoulders, told me to take Saturday off, and said there was a
present for me in my pockets.
     I sat in the car for a few minutes.  My thighs and hips and cunt felt
like I had just given birth.  My mouth and jaw felt like I had spent hours
in a dentist's chair.  My neck and shoulders and tits were sore and showed
teeth marks.  I asked myself, "What the hell was I doing?"
     When I got home, I dressed downstairs and started up to the bedroom.
All was quiet.
     Then, I remembered my "gift" from Scott and checked my pockets.  In
each was a video tape.  I couldn't imagine why Scott would give me a tape,
so I put one in the VCR and hit "PLAY."
     I couldn't believe it!  It was a tape of this evening's festivities
and I never noticed anyone filming!  I wondered what Phil would think if he
saw them?  I popped the tape out and hid them in my closet.
     As I stretched my sore body out under the sheets, I resolved to tell
Scott no more parties.  One-on-one with him, only.  I just don't know what
I'm going to do if he says "no way, slut."
           THE END (for now)

Ah... prima che qualcuno sospetti che mi sono messo a tradurla da solo in
inglese per fare il fico, si faccia un giro a questa pagina
http://affiant.com/wifeslut/text/15.txt
E' solo uno dei posti dove si puo' scaricare la stessa storia...
Xlater
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fatto. J.Boswell e' sicuramente un maestro.
REXDAM REXDAM....ma che mi combini?
Ahi ahi ahi....io ero ben lieta di dire la mia su quanto era farina del tuo
sacco (mi veniva così facile!)...e sinceramente queste confessioni mi erano
parse così lontane dal tuo stile da lasciarmi a bocca chiusa...
A parte la donna che parlava in prima persona, così distante dai tuoi soliti
"eroi"...(in genere il tuo protagonista è un frustrato, un borghese piccolo
piccolo con famiglia squalllida a carico, si scopa le cognate, le suocere e
le vicine di casa, e alla fine si trasforma in un improbabile James Bond
all'amatriciana :)...trovavo anche più fluido lo stile e compito e troppo
"pulito" il vocabolario (stile traduzione, appunto!)...
Dicci un po'...ma quella cosa in preparazione....quella ambientata nel
profondo sud....quella per la quale trovavi difficoltà a tradurre "missy" e
"ma'am"....non sarà per caso...beh....no, no..voglio concederti il beneficio
del dubbio...
Xlater...ti vedo già volare con tanto di mantello e mascherina sul
volto...una X cucita sul torace...paladino che combatte contro le
ingiustizie e gli abusi :)
E' un aereo...un uccello? No...E' XLATER!!!
Affettuosamente
VaMpYrA

?!?!?!?!?!
che cazzo è successo?
non lo so'!
possiedo circa 400Mb zippati di storie in inglese, francese e tedesco
me ne è tornata una in testa e non me ne sono accorto?
ho ritrovato tra i vari canovacci che ho lasciato a metà una traduzione?
boh!
evidentemente sì.
millissime scuse, controllerò tutto l'ambaradam per vedere quanto ho
incasinato
--
rex...@hotmail.com

...
Scuse accettate!
Roberto

 ho ritrovato tra i vari canovacci che ho lasciato a metà una traduzione?
Questa e' ancora peggiore. Davvero vuoi darci a bere che uno possa non
riconoscere qualcosa che ha scritto o scambiare per proprio qualcosa che non
ha scritto? Mi faresti pensare che veramente non hai mai scritto niente di
tuo...
Ne' sta in piedi l'ipotesi della traduzione "lasciata a meta'" e conclusa come
un racconto. A un paio di righe dalla fine c'e' un orrendo "uno-a-uno" con cui
hai tradotto l'espressione idiomatica "one-on-one".
Noi che scriviamo racconti dovremmo essere in grado di capire quando una
storia sta in piedi e quando no. Nel tuo caso l'unica mi sembra questa...
"CERTO che era una traduzione, Xlater! Che bella scoperta!... cosa dici? ...
vuoi dire che non ho avvertito? ...Ma sei sicuro? ...aspetta che controllo...
non puo' essere poss... Diavolo! E' vero! Devo proprio essermene
dimenticato... in questi giorni ho la testa fra... ehi! perche' mi guardate
cosi'??? Davvero pensavate che ci stessi provando??? Ragazzi... non lo farei
mai...."
Per quanto mi riguarda non ho nessuna intenzione di infierire. Ripeto, per me
non si tratta affatto di chissa' quale crimine, e ho tutto l'interesse a
dimenticare l'episodio. Non voglio disseminare inimicizie e spero che tu non
mi porti rancore.
Le tue scuse, che stimo sincere, sono per me accettate e suffic...
Oddio, forse una piccola espiazione, nei confronti del ng... tanto per
dimostrare la tua sincera contrizione... non ci starebbe male... ;-)
Visto che ti e' sfuggito che hai 400 mega zippati di storie in lingua
straniera... che ne diresti di scegliere le cinque piu' belle (a tuo
insindacabile giudizio) e a tradurle per il newsgroup? ;-)
Se e' vero che hai l'hard disk pieno di traduzioni lasciate a meta' non
dovrebbe nemmeno essere uno sforzo sovrumano. Se fossi un giudice mi
sembrerebbe una "pena" equa. Dato che invece sono solo uno dei tanti
frequentatori del ng, mi appello a tutti gli altri amici per chiedere se
trovano adeguata la mia proposta. Poi ovviamente sarai libero di scegliere se
farlo o no...
Con amicizia,
Xlater
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Tradurre costa molta fatica, anche cose molto brevi.
Le più belle storie che ho sono molto lunghe, tra i 300 ed 500 Kb  e ci
metterei una vita a farlo.
Se vuoi posso postale ma non sarebbe OT? ;-)
Per le brevi dovrei non solo tradurre ma riadattare alla realtà italiana, e
così si perderebbe lo spunto erotico. Sempre secondo me.
Preferisco mandare qualcosa di nuovo, magari non dello stesso livello ma
nuovo.
--
¡Hasta luego!
rex...@hotmail.com

farlo o no...
Yes, I totally agree.
Affettuosamente, V.

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carino da parte tua, va bene divertiamoci!
facciamo una traduzione una tu ed una io, una cosa breve, italianizzandola
se si vuole oppure utilizzandola solo come traccia. Poi confrontiamo i
lavori sul niusgrup (ho rubato l'espressione in un messaggio ma non ricordo
più l'autore, mi piace e la uso vuol dire che pagherò le royalties! :o))
Suggerisco "Brie Falls Behind The Eight Ball" che allego, fammi sapere se
sei d'accordo
Con altrettanto affetto
rexdam
Brie Falls Behind the Eight Ball
by The Warthog
Brie could not be happier. She sat next to her brand new husband Billy
as he drove their convertible sports car down the highway. She admired
her husband's handsome face and hard athletic body for probably the
millionth time. She was very much in love and she felt lucky to have
snared such a handsome guy.
Brie shouldn't have worried about finding a husband. She had the pick of
a long list of men and Billy was very grateful to have been at the top
of the list. Any man would have died to be with a woman like Brie. Her
body could only be described as luscious, her face bordering between
beautiful and cute. Cute was more a description of her manor. She was
young, 19 years old and naïve. It would only be time before the
experiences of life turned her into a sophisticated beauty.
They had been on the road for about an hour. It was Saturday and they
had been married shortly after noon. They attended the reception after
the wedding and then hit the road. Their honeymoon plans took them from
their home town in Louisiana to Florida with a stop somewhere in
Mississippi. Billy couldn't wait for that night when he could introduce
his virgin bride to the joys of sex. Billy, who was two years older than
Brie, was not greatly experienced sexually himself but he had learn a
few of the finer points from his best friend's older female cousin.
Brie was not totally ignorant of sex herself although she had insisted
that she and Billy wait for their wedding night to have intercourse. At
Billy's constant badgering she did concede to give her husband to be
oral sex although she wouldn't allow him to go down on her. Over the
year before the wedding Brie had demonstrated a natural ability at oral
sex and had found that she loved to perform it on Billy any chance she
got.
That was precisely what popped into Brie's mind as they sped along down
the highway. Billy had suggested they take the back roads so that they
could enjoy the countryside. Brie was now glad he suggested that for a
different reason. The road wasn't very crowded so Brie figured she could
have a little fun with Billy. She slowly leaned across the console
putting her left hand behind Billy's neck. While she scratched his neck
with her manicured bright red nails she snuggled her cheek against his.
Billy turned and smiled at his beautiful new wife. Brie gave Billy a
quick peck on the lips before he had to return his attention to the
road. She wasn't finished with him yet. Brie began to nibble at Billy's
face and neck. She hoped that she could distract her husband while her
right hand began to work on his zipper.
"What are you doing babe?" he asked sweetly.
"You'll see," was Brie's reply.
Soon she had her right hand in her husband's pants. With skilled hands
she guided Billy's rapidly hardening cock out of his pants. In the year
that she had known Billy's cock she had fallen in love with it almost as
much as she loved its owner. To Brie it was huge. To many women it would
be considered large at seven inches. For Brie, it was all she knew and
she couldn't imagine a cock larger than her husband's cock. This added
to her attitude of being a lucky girl to have married Billy. Not only
did she love his company but she loved his body as well.
Brie kissed her way down to Billy's lap. He straightened in the drivers
seat to give his bride more room to work. She quickly latched onto the
object of her desires. Billy had already hardened to full length and
Brie went right to work on her deep throat technique. She knew that this
really turned Billy on to have his cock buried deep in her throat. Brie
had learned over the months that she seemed to have a natural talent for
taking Billy's cock down her throat without gagging. At first she gagged
a bit but her enthusiasm and plenty of practice had resulted in a very
good technique and plenty of pleasure for Billy.
It didn't take Brie long to put Billy over the edge. Plenty of licking
and sucking, not to mention that exquisite feeling of Brie's throat
clutching his cock started Billy's cum on its journey from his large
balls to his wife's warm and inviting mouth. Brie excepted the load with
glee. She was amazed at first when she found that she loved the taste of
sperm. She had heard from her older sisters that sperm was foul tasting.
That may have been their experience but Brie was happy to learn that
they were wrong in her case. She sucked down all Billy had to offer. She
then worked the tip of her tongue into the piss hole of his cock looking
for leftovers.
Having accomplished her task she licked Billy's cock clean and tucked
her favorite part of her husband back into his pants. Billy was grateful
to his wife for her service. He was also grateful that he had managed to
stay on the road during her expert blow-job. He looked at her with a mix
of adoration and admonishment. He said, "Baby that was great but next
time let me pull off. It was all I could do to stay on the highway."
Brie dropped her head and said, "I'm sorry, Billy, but I just couldn't
help myself. I'm so happy now that we are married. I just wanted to make
you feel as good as I do."
Billy returned, "Believe me baby, you've made me feel like I'm in
heaven. I get turned on just looking at you, you're so gorgeous. I'm a
very lucky guy." He added, "I'm looking forward to tonight when I can
return the favor and give you the pleasure that you've given me for so
long."
Brie blushed, "I can't wait for that myself. I'm sure that it will be
wonderful."
Billy said, "Baby, you are wonderful. I'll probably have to spend the
rest of my life keeping guys away from you."
Brie smiled sexily and said, "Billy, you don't have to worry about other
guys. This woman is all yours and I'll do anything to make you happy."
Billy smiled and leaned over to kiss his wife. They spent the next hour
enjoying the scenery. When they reached Mississippi they continued the
journey on the coastal road where they stopped at a particularly
appealing beach. Brie had been hoping for this and was prepared. Under
her top and shorts was a two piece bathing suit. Billy had been equally
prepared. They parked the car and wiggled out of their shorts and
shirts.
Billy loved to watch his new wife in a bathing suit. They had known each
other for two years. He was always taking her swimming or boating back
home. She created quite a stir in her hot bathing suits. Brie didn't
disappoint Billy on their honeymoon either. Under her clothes she wore a
very brief bikini that showed off her 35D-24-35 figure. They played in
the surf for a while, kissing and groping each other from time to time.
Billy thought about taking his beautiful wife right there on the beach
but unfortunately the beach was not deserted.
After cooling off they headed down the road again. As dark neared, the
couple entered a small town in Mississippi and stopped at a motel. As
much as Billy wanted to take his new bride to bed he felt that he could
wait for a little while until after they had had dinner. He asked the
motel manager about a nearby restaurant. The manager suggested a place
about a mile down the road.
Billy and Brie unloaded the car and settled into the motel room. Billy
filled Brie in on the restaurant and she disappeared into the bathroom
to freshen up and get dressed. Billy pulled on some jeans and a button
down shirt and waited for Brie.
Ten minutes later Brie emerged and Billy dropped his jaw. She was
wearing a lacy red bra and matching thong panties and nothing else. Her
dark brown hair had been fluffed up and her smoldering brown eyes begged
her new husband to take her bed. Billy had never seen his wife in such a
state of arousal. He got up immediately and took her into his arms.
Billy kissed his wife passionately tasting the red lipstick on her full
lips. Brie moaned with pleasure. It had been hard to resist going all
the way with Billy before they were married. She knew painfully that she
had a healthy sex drive. She usually required the assistance of her hand
at least twice a day.
The overriding fact about waiting was that Brie was not on the pill. The
last thing the couple needed was a pregnancy before they were married.
Now that they were married there was no worry of scandal. In fact, it
was their hope that Brie returned from the honeymoon pregnant.
Brie now had Billy in her arms and she knew he would take care of her
needs. As the newlyweds continued to kiss, Brie heard Billy groan.
Unfortunately, it wasn't a groan of passion but a groan coming from his
stomach. Brie broke away from her husband and regarded him with a
concerned look on her face.
"What's wrong," Billy asked?
Brie replied, "I'm sorry baby, you're famished aren't you?"
Billy answered, "I'm OK Brie, just a little hungry, that's all."
Brie retreated to the bathroom and grabbed her shorts and top. Billy
followed her and grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. He kissed her
neck trying to regenerate the lust she showed before his stupid stomach
started to growl. Brie would have nothing of it. Billy knew that it was
that mothering instinct that most southern women had. A man's stomach
came before anything else. Billy also knew that despite her sweet and
naive persona Brie had a stubborn streak as well. She had made up her
mind that they would get dinner before they consummated their marriage.
Off to the restaurant they went, Billy with his hard cock painfully
arranged in his jeans and Brie with food for her new husband on her
mind. The restaurant turned out to be a more of a bar than a restaurant.
The newlyweds parked the car and entered the place a little concerned
about finding a decent meal. The place looked a little run down on the
exterior but the inside was not unlike the place back home that Billy
and Brie spent many a weekend having a good time. As the juke box played
country music several patrons consumed what appeared to be decent food
while others played pool on the other side of the bar.
Brie pointed the pool tables out to Billy and smiled. Billy smiled back
as he recalled the fun he'd had playing pool back home. Billy was quite
a pool player and had paid his way through college with his winnings.
Billy pointed out a sign that directed them to the bar to place their
order. A rather rough looking character was tending bar. He regarded
Billy and Brie as they approached, especially Brie. Her tank top hugged
her large breasts and ended above her belly button. Her denim shorts
were equally snug and ended high on her thighs in cuffs.
Billy interrupted the bartender's stare by requesting a menu. The man
handed Billy two menus and directed them to a booth on one side of the
bar. The service was no frills but the food was good. Billy was amused a
little by the fact that the bartender/waiter seemed to always talk to
Brie breasts. She noticed too and blushed. The man was a bit crude with
his behavior but otherwise seemed harmless. They finished their meal and
returned to the bar to pay the tab.
As they turned to head for the door, Brie asked Billy if he would like
to pay a little pool. Billy whispered into Brie's ear, "I'm sorry, but I
have a date back at my motel room with a hot woman."
Brie grinned at Billy and teased, "Play me one game and I'll make it
worth your while."
Billy rolled his eyes and said, "OK, but lets make this quick."
Brie jumped with excitement causing her chest to bounce out of control.
Billy just shook his head. Brie acted very naive but Billy had a
suspicion that she knew what she was doing. Brie got the rack while
Billy went to the bar to pay for the table and get the billiard balls.
Brie set the balls in the rack. Brie wasn't nearly as good as Billy but
he had taught her to be a decent player. As a handicap Billy would have
to sink his balls twice when they played eight ball. He also had to
break and if a ball fell in it was considered Brie's. She always had the
first shot. In this way it made the games more even resulting in Brie
winning about as many times as she lost.
Billy soon realized what Brie meant by making it worth his while. She
strutted around the table with each shot stretching her voluptuous body
over the edge of the pool table with each shot. Billy didn't know
whether to look at her cute round ass or dangling swaying breasts. Billy
wasn't the only one. Several of the bar patrons had notice Brie's act as
well. If she had known about the other men watching, she would have been
paralyzed with embarrassment. As it was, she ended up teasing Billy into
losing the game. She jumped up and down again as the cue ball stroked
the eight ball into the appropriate pocket.
Before Billy and Brie could leave, a man approached Billy and asked if
he would like to play a friendly game. Billy politely declined. The man
offered to play a game for fifty dollars. Billy was tempted. This would
pay their motel room bill and leave them more money to spend in Florida.
On the other hand he had this exquisite female creature on his arm that
he knew was aching to have wild sex with him. Billy politely declined
again. Before the man could say anything Brie whispered into Billy's
ear, "Fifty dollars for only a few minutes work."
Billy looked at Brie and saw that she seemed eager for him to play pool.
Both Billy and Brie knew that Billy would win. "What's another ten
minutes," thought Billy.
Billy racked up the balls and allowed the challenger to break first.
Billy easily won in short order. The man paid off and before Billy could
leave with his knew bride the man offered to play another game for $100.
Billy was surprised that the man would want another game. Again Brie
urged Billy to play and again Billy won the game easily. Billy was
tempted to decline when the man asked for another game but the man
called for double or nothing. If Billy won again over this clearly
inferior pool player he would leave with an extra $250. Brie smiled and
urged him on. Again Billy won.
By now, several men had gathered around to watch the action. They all
made sure that they got a good look at Brie as well. Finally the man had
had enough. He paid Billy his winnings. While Billy counted the money
another man offered $250 to play Billy. Billy declined the offer and
started heading for the door. Brie again urged Billy to play, her mind
filled with ideas of how they would enjoy their honeymoon with all that
extra money. They started with $500 dollars for the week. Now they had
$750 but another $250 would be even better and Brie knew that Billy
would win.
Brie convinced the reluctant Billy to play one more game. To his relief
he again won the game. Now, Billy just wanted to leave before these guys
got angry. The second opponent grudgingly paid Billy the money he lost.
As the man handed over the last bill he said, "I tell you what, hotshot,
lets quit fooling around. Lets play one more game for $2000."
Billy's eyes widened with disbelief. He looked at Brie and then back to
the man. Billy politely declined the match claiming that he didn't have
$2000 dollars. The man held his hand up and asked, "How much are you
short, hotshot?"
Billy replied, "About $1000."
The man said, "I'll make you a deal hotshot. My $2000 against whatever
cash you have and one other thing."
Billy asked, "What's that?"
The man returned, "Your lady. I figure she's worth $1000 dollars."
Billy looked confused. He asked, "What do you mean 'my lady'."
The man said, "This woman here. The one you came in with. If I win I get
your cash and your woman. If you win then you get $2000."
Billy's face turned red with anger as he said, "I can't do that to my
wife. She's not mine to bet on a pool game."
Billy felt Brie nudge his side. He turned to look at her and she
stretched up to whisper in his ear, "You can do it Billy. Just think
what we could do with $2000." The possibility that her wonderful husband
would lose never occurred to her. It occurred to Billy.
Billy whispered back, "What if I lose baby. This guy means business.
He'll expect you to do everything he says. That means sex and who knows
what else."
Brie considered his words for a moment and then whispered, "I know you
Billy, you won't lose."
Billy looked into his brides eager eyes and shook his head. Brie's eyes
took on a harder look. Billy couldn't believe the pressure his bride was
putting on him. He wanted to make her happy. He reviewed what he knew
about this guys game. He was very confident that he could beat the guy
but he didn't like the stakes. He declined the offer. Billy noticed that
Brie actually looked upset with him. It was breaking his heart.
The man said, "You drive a hard bargain. Let me make another offer. How
about $5000 against your wife. You can keep your cash."
Billy looked at Brie and saw that eagerness in her eyes again. He really
didn't want to see that look of disappointment on his wife again.
Reluctantly he agreed to the wager. Brie began to jump up and down with
excitement. "Boy is she stubborn," thought Billy.
The group of men whistled as they watched Brie's heavy breasts wobbling
around. Billy's naive bride was oblivious to the affect she had on the
men. The man who was called Jones by some of the men stated for the
record, "I want to make this clear. If I lose this pool match I will pay
the young hotshot hear $5000. If I win then his wife is mine to do with
as I please. Do you understand?" Brie eagerly nodded her head still
completely faithful of her husbands' abilities. Reluctantly, Billy
nodded his head.
Jones suggested that they move the game into the back room considering
the stakes. They left the main room and crowded into the smaller back
room. Jones produced a stool for Brie to sit on. He also handed her
$5000 in cash. The winner of the match takes both her and the cash. Brie
delighted in counting the cash as the room full of men ogled her sexy
body.
The match started well for Billy. He was very nervous about the stakes
but that made him focus. When he realized that he had the match in hand
he let his focus slip and little. He missed a shot. His opponent seemed
equally focused as he began to sink shot after shot. After the first two
shots Billy felt a twinge of concern. After the next two balls fell the
twinge had turned into a knot. After the next shot found the pocket he
realized that he had been hustled. It had been a setup from the start.
He looked at his bride and saw her anxious face. She had yet to realize
what was happening.
When only the eight ball was left, Brie looked up at Billy and saw the
concern on her husband's face. She now realized how foolish she had
been. Jones easily sunk the eight ball. Brie sat there in shock. She had
made her husband wait until their wedding night to have sex with her.
That night had come but she wouldn't be giving herself to the man she
loved. Instead it would be an old and crusty stranger.
Billy asked Jones, "Will you see to it that my wife is safe?"
Jones said, "I always take care of my property."
Billy nodded and said, "When will you return her?"
Jones replied, "I never said anything about returning your wife."
Billy exploded in anger and rushed at his opponent. Before he could
reach the man two large bar patrons grabbed his arms and held him in
place. Billy struggled but he was out sized.
Jones continued, "I'm a reasonably man. If your wife follows my
instructions without hesitation and pleases me then you'll have her back
Monday morning. Now if you'll behave yourself, I'll even allow you to
stay tonight for the party that I'm throwing to celebrate."
Billy relaxed but the two large men holding him stayed close at his
side. He understood that they would grab him if he tried anything.
Jones said, "Good. Now its time for a little pleasure." He turned his
attention to Brie and asked, "Honey, what is your name?"
Brie answered with a croak, "Brie."
Jones smiled and said, "A beautiful name. Now Brie, you understand that
you must do whatever I say."
Brie nodded.
Jones said, "Very good. Now the first thing I want you to do is hand me
that money."
Brie complied.
Jones continued, "Now the next thing I want you to do is let us get a
good look at you. Stand up and turn around slowly."
Brie slowly got off the stool, apprehensive of what was coming. Jones
gestured for her to spin around. She complied in a rather jerky fashion.
Jones interrupted, "I'm afraid that won't do." Jones asked for some
music and then said, "Why don't you do a dance for us."
As the room filled with music Jones gestured for Brie to dance. He
suggested, "Make it sexy Brie."
Brie looked embarrassed and was hesitant.
Jones said, "Now Brie, you don't want me to get ugly, do you?"
Brie shook her head and slowly began to sway. Jones suggested that she
put her arms in the air as she danced. She complied causing her breasts
to push out. Jones walked around behind Brie and before she knew what
had happened he pulled her top over her head. The crowd of men whistled
and hooted at Brie's pretty red lace bra. Jones then reached around her
waste and then lifted his hands to cup Brie's breasts. He lifted her
heavy breasts showing the men how big they were. Jones buried his face
in Brie's beautiful hair and began to kiss her neck. Despite her
reluctance to be with this man his attention made her nipples get hard.
Billy could barely stand to watch. He watched the man work on his wife
and wished that he had left the bar when he had the chance with his wife
on his arm. Now he watched Jones do what he had longed to do, have sex
with Brie. Jones had now worked Brie's shorts off exposing her matching
panties. He asked Brie to slowly turn so that all the men could see her
front and back.
Jones led Brie to the pool table and hoisted her up. He gestured for
Brie to remove her bra and panties. She either didn't understand what he
wanted or she didn't want to comply. As a result Jones roughly pulled
Brie's bra down off her breasts.
Brie croaked, "OK, OK let me." She then removed her bra and panties.
She looked at the men around the room as they stared at her naked body.
Her eyes landed on Billy and he said, "I'm sorry Brie."
Brie shook her head and said, "No. Its my fault."
Jones pushed Brie onto her back and positioned her exposed pussy at the
edge of the table. He then lowered his pants and pulled a sizable cock
out of his shorts. Jones stroked himself several times causing his cock
to twitch and grow. A drop of precum oozed from the head and he rubbed
it over Brie's pussy. To Jones' delight Brie's opening was damp with her
own arousal. He mistakenly thought that her arousal was for him.
Actually it was left over from the earlier time with Billy. In any event
Jones began to stroke his big cock into Brie's mound.
Brie knew that he would soon enter her. She whined, "Oh Billy look, he's
going to put his cock inside me and he's not wearing a condom." Jones
continued to rub the head of his cock against Brie's pussy lips. He was
a little surprised that she didn't try to move away. He knew that she
didn't want to be fucked but he also detected a passion in the sexy
woman that would likely betray her better sense. He continued to tease
the hot wife as his own anticipation was building to a peak. Jones had
never had sex with a woman as incredible as this woman. She was damn
near perfect with her beautiful face and totally fuckable body.
Jones studied Brie's pink folds as his cock pushed them aside. He
noticed as did Brie's husband that her hips were now rising in an effort
to trap Jones' cock in her cunt. Despite herself she wanted to be
filled. It was time. Without warning Jones pushed about three inches
into the wet hole and met some resistance. "She's a virgin," he thought.
Jones suddenly realized that he must have gotten to this hot little lady
before her husband or anybody else had. How very ironic and lucky for
him. He recalled her comment about a condom. "An unprotected virgin," he
thought. Jones delighted in the thought of giving this hot little slut
his seed.
Jones plunged through the barrier and began to teach the little bitch
what getting fucked was like. He looked at her face and noticed that she
was looking at him in the eye. He sensed the hate from the hot bitch but
that urged him on. He was ruining this bitches life but it was her own
fault for being greedy. She could have walked out of this bar and been
fucking her husband right now. Fortunately for Jones, she had urged her
husband into his hustle. Now she was getting her first fuck from the
winner. Jones realized that this hot woman could have be lying still
like a dead fish. Instead she was fucking him back. Her pelvis arched to
meet his thrusts and her eyes continued to look into his. The look had
changed now to lust. Gone was the hate. The bitch was now truly his.
This fact was reinforced when Brie locked her legs around Jones' back
pulling him closer and deeper into her hole. Brie said nothing but her
moans gave away her feelings about what was happening. Her large tits
wobbled wildly with each thrust of Jones' cock. Now that Brie had locked
her body to his, he was able to grab Brie's firm mounds and pull on her
swollen nipples. Despite her anger and reluctance to be in this
situation Brie's body continued to betray her mind. The sensations were
too great, the stimulation too wonderful.
Jones continued to pound the new wife but something was missing. He
stopped long enough to climb on the table with the hot female. Brie
moved back to give him room. Her legs clamped once again around Jones'
ass pulling his cock back into her well-fucked hole. Billy watched with
horror as she pulled Jones' head down and passionately kissed his mouth.
Jones collapsed his body against Brie's softness and began to drive his
cock deeply into the horny girl's body. He was surprised that she had
given herself over to him totally. He regarded her as a natural born
cock slut. How else could one explain the way she was acting toward him
with her husband in the same room. These thoughts began to overwhelm
Jones' mind.
After about ten minutes of hard fucking on the pool table, Jones jerked
to a halt and allowed his body to pump his seed into the wanton young
wife. Jones looked at Brie's face and saw a pleasant expression there.
Her eyes were closed but her face showed a hint of a smile. Finally, she
opened her eyes and saw Jones staring at her. Quickly the smile vanished
and the hatred returned.
Brie had endured her first experience with intercourse by pretending
that she was being fucked by her husband. It seemed to have worked for
her for now but she new that this ordeal was not over. She looked over
at a shameful Billy with a concerned look, wishing that she could tell
him what she felt. She wanted to tell him that she had pretended that
Jones was Billy but it seemed impossible to explain.
Brie couldn't really know how hard the sight of her fucking another man
and apparently enjoying it, really hurt Billy. Before she could ponder
the problem more another man had mounted her and pushed his filthy cock
into her body. A second man wagged his member in front of her face. She
knew what was expected of her. She took the sweaty man pole into her
mouth and again pretended that she was sucking on Billy's cock. To Billy
it appeared that Brie had wantonly pulled the man's cock into her mouth
and now she was sucking with her usually enthusiasm.
Brie continued to service the two cocks until they both pumped her holes
full of thick goo. Two more men approached Brie. This time she straddled
one while the other stood over her and fed her his cock. They fucked her
for a few minutes and then a third man stuck his tongue between her
spread ass cheeks and began to eat out her asshole. This was just a
preliminary to skewering he virgin asshole with his big fat cock. Brie
screamed with the anal intrusion but settled down after the big cock had
stretched her out a bit.
This type of scene went on till about ten that evening until all of
Jones' friends had sampled one or more of Brie's holes. The once
untouched young woman had now allowed the sweaty flesh of more men than
she could count into her body. The men showed their appreciation by
filling and coating Brie with their potent essence. After the ordeal
Jones allowed Brie to go to the lady's room and clean up. He told her to
get dressed but all she could find was her bra and panties. Her top and
shorts had become souvenirs for the men. It was a wonder that she had
been able to salvage her undergarments.
Brie spent ten minutes washing out her well-fucked pussy and asshole.
She cleaned the dried cum off her face and chest, favorite places for
sperm deposits by many of the men. She was given her purse so that she
could make herself presentable again. She put on her bra and panties and
actually felt dressed after being naked in front of all those men. The
minute she left the lady's room one of Jones' associates grabbed her and
led her away from the back room to the bar office. Jones was there as
was a very mean looking black man and his two 'assistants'.
"Here she is," said Jones.
"Very nice," commented the man.
"Do we have a deal?" inquired Jones.
Brie quickly looked at Jones hoping to find an explanation in his face.
It said nothing.
The black man slowly walked around Brie and nodded his approval. He
grunted, "First a test."
Jones walked over to Brie and whispered, "Give him the best blow job
you've ever given or you'll never see your husband again."
Brie looked at Jones with horror.
Again Jones whispered, "You just got through fucking eighteen men and I
assure you there will be many many more." "Do it."
Brie looked at the big black man and decided that as long as she could
pretend that she was having sex with her husband then she could get
through this. She walked up to the man and knelt down in front of him.
In no time she had his very large cock out of his pants and into her
mouth. The cock was bigger than Billy's but not impossible to handle.
After soaking the black skin with her saliva, she pulled the large cock
into her throat and began to hum.
"Jesus," moaned the black man. "This bitch is hot." After five minutes
Brie was collecting a large wad of black seed in her tummy.
"You have a deal," choked the man. A large sum of money was exchanged
and then the three black men ushered Brie from the office and out the
back of the bar. Brie protested the whole way but she was held firmly by
the two henchmen.
Brie screamed, "Where are you taking me?" "I have to see my husband."
The black man said, "Baby, my name is Jack. I'm your husband now. I just
bought your ass for $1000 dollars."
Brie recalled with shame that $1000 was how much Jones had said she was
worth. She wished that it was Billy paying the $1000 for her.
Unfortunately, Billy didn't know what was happening. He was still back
at the bar wondering where Brie was.
Brie was pushed into the back seat of a large car, Jack and one of his
men on either side of her. The other man and a driver occupied the front
seat. Jack looked at the man on the other side of Brie and said, "Give
it to her." As the car sped off into the night, the man removed his cock
from his pants. When Brie saw it she looked at the man with dread.
"Suck me," the man said. Brie didn't move.
Jack grabbed Brie by the chin and said, "Do as you are told, bitch."
Brie slowly lowered her head to the man's drooling shaft. Tentatively,
she let her tongue touch the gooey head. The man grabbed Brie's head and
thrust his tool up into her mouth. He forced her to bob up and down on
his shaft until she began to manage on her own. The man put his head
back on the headrest and sighed as Brie gave the man the same treatment
that she had given his boss.
Back at the bar Billy started to ask where Brie was. When no one
answered, he began to get violent. Finally, Jones came out of the back
office and said, "She's not here. I just sold her for $1000. I had to
make a profit, you see."
Billy grabbed Jones and said, "Where is she?"
Two men pulled him off Jones. He said, "She's long gone by now."
Billy shouted, "You said you would let her go Monday."
"I lied," said Jones. "If I were you I would forget little Brie. You
probably won't ever see her again. That will teach you to play pool with
me, hotshot."
Billy tried to attack Jones but he was held fast. One of the men punched
him in the gut and they dragged him from the bar. Billy tried to fight
back but all he got for his effort was another blow to the gut. The two
men threw him out of the bar. Billy lay in the dirt trying to catch his
breath and wondering how he would ever find his wife.
Jack and his men headed east to Mobile. That was his turf. Jack was a
pimp. He was on a recruiting trip and it had been successful. This Brie
was one fine catch and she was a terrific cocksucker. Not many women had
ever sucked his 10 inches dry in only five minutes. He watched as she
worked Fred's cock into hardness. Fred lifted Brie's mouth off his cock
and then lifted her pussy onto it. She seemed like a natural cock slut.
Jack was surprise that this slut seemed more agreeable than most. Brie
fucked Fred until he blew his wad up her cunt.
Jack wanted his turn. Brie obliged cheerfully. By the time the car
reached Mobile, Brie had fucked everyone in the car. She was exhausted.
Jack took her into his apartment and let her crash on his sofa.
Billy didn't know where to start looking for his wife. He got in his car
and headed out onto the road. Billy had no clue where Brie was so he
just picked a direction. The chances of finding her were damn near
impossible but he had to try. He stopped in every gas station showing a
picture of his wife and asking if she had been seen. He continued
searching until he was too tired. He pulled off the road and got some
sleep.
Brie awoke with a stiff body and a confused mind. She looked around the
apartment trying to find someone. She found Jack in his bed snoring
away. For a moment she didn't recognize him but slowly her memory
returned. The scene of the night before returned with a vengeance. Brie
began to sob.
Jack was startled awake by the sound of a crying female. "The bitch is
awake," he thought.
Jack got up and went to his whore like all good pimps do. He comforted
her as best he could by leading her to the bed and allowing her to lie
down. He caressed her very gently and tried to soothe her with his deep
voice saying, "Baby, you'll be fine here with Jack." "I'll take real
good care of you."
Jack began to kiss Brie's cheeks as she sobbed. Slowly he moved his lips
to hers and kissed her gently. He moved his hand across her back
stroking her affectionately as his kiss became firmer and more
passionate. Brie responded by returning the kiss. Jack moved his hands
to her naked breasts as his tongue began to play with Brie's. He rubbed
her breasts for a moment before allowing his hand to drop to her bush.
Brie spread her legs for him as she put her arms around his neck pulling
his full lips hard against her own. Jack detected a very wet opening and
knew that Brie was ready.
Jack moved between her legs and pushed his big thick cock deep into the
young woman. Brie responded by locking her legs around Jack's waist.
They ground their flesh together slowly for nearly an hour. Jack
produced three intense orgasms in Brie. She in turn milked Jack dry
twice, once with her pussy and once with her mouth. Jack by far had been
her best fuck so far.
Jack told Brie that she would be working for him on the streets. He had
another prostitute named Betty teach her the ropes. Tonight was to be
her trial run. After turning a few tricks she would join Jack for a
party a friend of his was having.
Betty loaned Brie an outfit for the night. It was all red leather with
no underwear. She wore a pair of red pumps and black fishnet stockings.
It was a classic whore outfit. Brie proved to be very popular. The
minute she hit the streets she was picked up. By the time Brie left for
the party with Jack she had fucked five guys, two doubles and a single.
She had $200 dollars to show for it.
Jack was pleased with her work and decided that she should charge more.
Brie felt wonderful and began to think about getting fucked again. She
didn't have to wait long. She was a big hit at the party and only one of
three women there.
One fellow was so taken with the excellent fuck that Brie gave him that
he offered Jack $2000 dollars for Brie and Jack accepted. The man's name
was Stone and he lived in New Orleans. Brie was horrified to learn that
Jack had sold her. He explained to her that it was business.
Stone left the party with Brie and his three men. At their hotel they
worked Brie over pretty hard. They seem to focus on Brie's cute ass. She
was repeatedly assfucked. They didn't leave any marks on Brie but they
fucked her over and over until she begged them to stop. They didn't and
soon they were plowing into an unconscious woman.
Brie awoke the next day to the harsh reality of someone slapping her
head. Stone told her to get dressed. Brie looked around for her clothes
and found them in shreds. She showed them to Stone and he shrugged his
shoulders. A moment later he threw Brie an old undershirt of his. Brie
asked if she could clean up and Stone gave her ten minutes in the
bathroom. Stone realized that the woman was a mess and wouldn't make him
any money looking like she did.
Brie cleaned the crusty cum off her body and tried to freshen up as best
she could with the supplies the hotel offered. She pulled on the
undershirt and tried to position it for the best coverage. There wasn't
much she could do with it. It barely covered her ass and her large firm
tits bulged out the neckline and armholes of the well-worn garment. She
had to admit that she did look sexy. Brie left the bathroom when Stone
said, "Times up bitch." Brie wished that he didn't have to treat her so
badly.
Brie did salvage her fishnets and shoes. She was quite a sight. The four
men and Brie hit the road for New Orleans. Stone decided to stop in
Gulfport and do a little gambling. They pulled into a casino that
employed a friend of his. Stone dropped Brie off with this friend Bruno
while he hit the tables. Bruno put Brie right to work in a section of
the casino off limits to most patrons. She was told to wait in a room
and to make anyone who entered the room comfortable. Brie knew it meant
have sex.
Brie was there for six hours and turned a trick an hour. She was allowed
to clean up between tricks. To Brie's amazement she found that she
enjoyed the sex but Billy was always somewhere in her mind. She wasn't
pretending any more that he was her lover but she hoped that one day he
would find her and take her home. Brie thought about trying to escape
but she had heard about other girls who were badly beaten for trying to
leave there pimp.
Bruno was so pleased with Brie that he made a deal with Stone for her
paying $3000. For the next week Brie turned tricks and was loaned out
for parties by Bruno. He was nice to her but he never let her alone.
Someone was always with her to see that she performed and perform she
did. Bruno easily covered his investment in those few days.
Brie had more sex with Bruno's clients that week than most women have in
a lifetime. Every night she would go to sleep exhausted. On the last
night that Brie was with Bruno he explained to her that a rich client
was coming into town and that he wanted a woman that fit her
description. When the client arrived he was able to check out Brie
through a one way mirror. He told Bruno that she would be fine and
offered to buy her for $5000. Bruno refused the offer. He could make
that much easily off Brie.
"Name you price," the client said.
Bruno knew that he could make a lot off Brie but he knew that women in
this business don't last very long. He said, "$20,000."
"$10,000," countered the client.
"$20,000," said Bruno.
The client paid the $20,000 realizing that Bruno had what he wanted and
new it. He said, "I'll be in my car out front. Send her out
immediately."
Bruno nodded. As the client left, Bruno called for Brie. He explained
that he had just sold her for $20,000 and that she would be leaving.
Brie dropped her head in total depression. She wondered if this was to
be her life from now on, to be sold when she finally had excepted her
surroundings.
One of Bruno's men escorted Brie out of the building. He opened the
client's car door and Brie got in without even looking at the man. The
door was closed and the car left the place that Brie had almost begun to
think of as home.
"Its good to see you again Brie," said a male voice. Brie thought for a
moment that she had heard that voice before. Slowly she looked up to
match to voice with its owner and screamed, "Billy." She threw her arms
around her husband causing him to nearly wreck the car. Brie began to
sob as she asked, "How did you find me?"
Billy told Brie how he had looked for her without any success. Finally,
he realized that nothing gets done in this underground world without
money. He set off to hustle as much money as he could playing pool. He
managed to make $50,000. It took $10,000 dollars to buy a couple of
thugs to rough up Jones and find out whom he sold Brie to. Another
$10,000 traced Brie to Bruno's place. Billy now had $10,000 left and his
bride back. Billy realized that Brie probably wasn't the same naive
young woman that he married. Billy asked Brie to tell him what had
happened.
Brie related all her experiences to Billy. She also showed him the
changes in her body. She now sported barbell piercings in her nipples
and a ring in her navel and clitoris. She also had removed all of her
pubic hair. Above her mound a tattoo read "Whore for cock." It was hard
for Brie to explain that she had requested that the words be placed
there. She said that it just seemed like the right thing to do at the
time.
Later that evening the newlyweds finally returned home. They were so
exhausted by the ordeal that they immediately fell asleep in each
other's arms. The next day Billy suggested that Brie go to a doctor and
get checked out. They were relieved to learn that Brie was fine. They
also learned that she was pregnant. Brie wanted to keep the baby and
Billy agreed to raise it as his own. Billy was just relieved that he had
his wife back. After a day of rest Brie and Billy were finally able to
consummate their marriage.
Brie started by working on Billy's cock. She treated the favorite part
of her husband with loving care until it was rock hard. It was time.
Brie mounted her husband and slowly slid his cock into her opening. Her
joy was total. This was the way it should be. They were joined and Brie
wanted it to last forever. Brie lay down on her husband's chest and
nuzzled her cheek against his. They lay in each other's arms for almost
an hour as Billy slowly eased his cock in and out of his bride. Their
passions slowly built until Brie rose up and began to launch herself up
and down on top of her husband. When Billy croaked that he was about to
cum, Brie slammed her pussy down over Billy's cock and her mouth down
over Billy's mouth. Pulse after pulse flowed from Billy's body into
Brie's body. This was the way it should be.
Things worked out pretty well for the couple. They had three children,
including the first who obviously didn't look much like Billy. They
never knew who the father was. Billy and Brie did learn that she was
true to the label above her clitoris. Brie realized after being married
for a few months that Billy would never be enough for her. Billy was not
wild about his wife's extramarital activities but at least she came home
to him most nights and she made a pretty good living selling her body.
And, that was the way it was.
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rex...@hotmail.com

sei d'accordo
Mmmmm... non e' molto carino che tu lanci la sfida e scegli pure l'arma.
Sarebbe piu' giusto che sia Vampyra a scegliere il racconto da tradurre...
Secondo me e' un vantaggio che il racconto piaccia a chi lo traduce: ne
viene maggiormente coinvolto e l'efficacia della versione ne beneficia.... E
poi chi ci dice che tu non l'abbia gia' mezzo tradotto?
Non credo che Warthog sia l'ideale per Vampyra. Ma se proprio dovesse essere
Warthog proporrei piuttosto "Chrsti's big performance" oppure "Real men play
dolls"... "8-ball" e' piuttosto ripetitivo... segue lo stesso schema
iniziale di "Lory's risky wager" e "Compensation for damages" e alla fine
secondo me peggiora pure, diventando eccesivamente truculento...
E se invece lasciassimo perdere Warthog e le sue gangbang? Che ne dite di
"Lingerie Shop" di Lingus? Secondo me ha un'altra classe. Sono sicuro che
hai l'originale e posso provvedere a fornirne una copia a Vampyra.
Xlater

Hai ragione, sono stato invadente.
Entschuldigen Sie mich VaMpYrA.
Aspetto il tuo insindacabile parere.
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ĄHasta luego!
rex...@hotmail.com

Che schifo di tedesco! E' meglio che lo lascio stare.
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？asta luego!
rex...@hotmail.com

Cattivello non poco caro Xlater...
Ho ripescato "Lindsay's Lingerie Shop" ed a parte i 57 kapponzi è
leggermente troppo delicato per il mio palato. Lo stesso Lingus lo cataloga
come "Smooth/shaving related", figurati come l'ho trovato io che, come
"forse" traspare, ho gusti più forti. ;o)
¡Hasta luego!
rex...@hotmail.com

 Cattivello non poco caro Xlater...
Forse. Ma tu sei sempre piu' sorprendente. Conosci con tanta dimestichezza i
vari autori e poi non riesci a distinguere tra la traduzione di un racconto di
J. Boswell, e un racconto ideato da te. E' stupefacente, concedimelo.
Hai gusti molto "forti", ma anche un ridotto senso del pudore. Secondo me hai
fatto una figuraccia clamorosa, ma a quanto pare non te ne rendi conto.
Credevo di far bene a proporre una piccola "espiazione" di stampo scherzoso e
goliardico. Evidentemente non ne hai colto lo spirito.
E sono troppi... e tradurre e' faticoso.... e questo e' troppo lungo... e
questo e' troppo delicato...
Fai come ti pare.
Vuoi tradurre solo quello che piace a te e quando piace a te? Benissimo. E'
esattamente quello che facevi prima, no? Spero solo che da adesso in poi ci
farai la grazia di avvertire quando si tratta di una traduzione. Non mi sembra
di essere particolarmente cattivo a chiederlo.
Xlater
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Hai ragione, pienamente ragione, sulla figuraccia clamorosa. Resta solo da
vedere bene quale č.
rexdam

sei d'accordo
Scusa se non ho potuto risponderti prima, non mi sono collegata per due
sere. Ho dato una scorsa veloce al racconto, non è poi così breve, mi
perdonerai se non potrò postarlo in fretta e furia, vero?
Una curiosità: secondo te, perchè quest'autore ha chiamato la sua
protagonista come un formaggio francese? ;)))
Love, VaM

rexdam
Ti avevo già risposto senza leggermi la diatriba insorta tra te e
Xlater...vorrà dire che il racconto lo sceglierò davvero io e poi ti faccio
sapere. Ok?

Aspetto paziente.
A proposito di formaggi, si sarà forse ispirato annusando
qualcosa nei paesi bassi di qualche tenera fanciulla non troppo pulita
:-))))))
kiss
rex