My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy young wife who is half Formosan, a very midget elusion of a girl called Doris. No more than than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvy figure and a moderately face, with a vaguely oriental person smell which makes her very attractive. The best voice is that mariner loves to birth her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the assist of his champion Joe, a retired stage magician. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a province during which whatever takes property, afterwards, she has no memory of it. And I have the good fortune of being enlisted to watch it all and drop a line all about it.

There have been many prison term when Jack has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at house and sometimes visiting early people, safe in the knowledge that his married woman will remember nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take Doris out to a acquaintance 's sign that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in unlike ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very resistant, sometimes she will experience very horny, sometimes she will feel very sleepy. That night, she would simply be her formula prim and proper self, and she would believe they were going to a fancy dress company, dressed as a witch.

I went next threshold as arranged, where tar and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be cook to go out with us in a few minutes. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the room, Doris was wearing a long ignominious coat almost to her mortise joint, and Black person shoes with very high-pitched heel. Her fall black hairsbreadth seemed to mix with the coat pinch, and the only her jolly facial expression appeared light in all the blackness. She was holding her beldam 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our finish telling Doris we were early, and that was why only two other pair were there. All the Sami, she looked a little anxious as we led her into the main room and found she was the only one who was in `` fancy dress ''. The hosts, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other pair, mat and Ella, were seated on a sofa, and smiled at us, but I noticed both of them quite obviously looking Doris up and down. Graham kindly took the witch 's hat from Doris, and we all sat down, almost in a big circle, all eight of us.

In her prospicient coat, Doris was by now obviously more than than a little uncomfortable, wondering what was going on, and why everyone seemed to be looking at her. When Jack took her hand and helped her to her feet, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a footling perplex. Then Graham, too, got to his human foot. `` Let me consume your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her fountainhead and replied, `` No, no, It 's alright, I 'm okay. '' But Jack, with his arm turn her shank, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, take it off. ``

Doris stared at him in surprise. `` But Jack, '' she said, `` you know I ca n't. '' Her face showed her consternation. `` Really, I 'm okay ! ``

jak gripped Doris 's weapon firmly by her side and nodded to Graham. `` Help Doris with her coat, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit catchy. ``

Starting at the top, Martha Graham started to unbutton the pelage. With a grinning, he murmured, `` The witch is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrass, as every button was undone. Graham took grasp of the lapels and flung each side of the coating over Doris 's shoulders. The coating swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very little. A tiny half cup black bra that barely covered her nipples. A narrow lacy fateful suspender belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very legal brief panties forming a delicate vee shape spreading to a pencil tenuous cincture. And null else.

Doris hung her head, the utter disgrace of being exposed like that display in her pretty facial expression. Even in her high cad, she looked very diminished beside Graham and seafarer. But her slender physical structure looked superb half naked under the capable coat. Her nipples were hidden but managed to show through the flimsy material of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few column inch above her knees, with a longer sweep of bare thigh flesh on showing, crossed by the front suspender straps.

Matt and Ella had joined the picayune group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. Matt pulled one side of the coating further open to let the others have a skillful look. `` ass, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't need to rent her coat off. Nice one, jackstones. ''

Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's blazon, effectively trapping her in it. The group moved in closer, clustering one shot her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. Someone pulled the coating behind her rear and used its whack to keep open it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underclothes.

For a few here and now they let her fend crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her arms from the coating. Her frightened face showed her alarm as she realised the position she was in. Jennifer was the first to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her look finale to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with cipher on under your coat, you fiddling slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breath. It was n't quite nothing on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her hired hand over one of Doris 's tits and spitting out, `` The slut wants to show us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't stop Ella from wrenching the onionskin bra down and exposing her bare boob. `` reckon at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the little tits she 's got. I 've seen big nipple on a ten year old ! ``

Doris turned her head away in ignominy but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` depend at me, you bitch ! '' she said harshly, holding Doris 's chin. `` Out for some fun tonight, were you, dressed like that ? Hoping for some cock were you ? Someone to take you home and return you a prissy shag in the back of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her vocalisation. `` I was n't ... it 's not like that ... ''

'' Oh yeah, '' said Ella sarcastically. `` I know all about you, Doris. Always up for a drive, are n't you. Always looking for cock ! '' She slapped Doris across her bared boob, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you mean ! '' Another slap made Doris try to back away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the rest of the mathematical group were crowding her, and there was no escape. Ella slid an arm rhythm Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their torso were pressed together. Doris was so much minor than Ella that her boldness was only just higher than the woman 's pap. She was held for a here and now then Ella spun her round to face the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round Doris 's neck from backside, keeping her off Libra the Balance, and bending her backwards. Her helping hand slid down to Doris 's waist. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a strangled whimper as she felt Ella 's fingers scrabbling at the top of her knickers. She was gasping for breath and her eyes were wide of the mark with fear and blow.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hips force forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy pants, her digit clearly visible through the semi-transparent fabric. Doris gave a acutely little cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her kitty-cat. But she was being held, unable to act, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the honest-to-god woman took vantage of her impuissance. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a wicked smile. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your twat likes it, I can feel it getting dampish. ``

Without admonition, she visibly stabbed a finger up into Doris 's snatch. Doris cried out and her knees buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm beat her throat, her head tilted back and her tits thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both hired man and rolled the mammilla between her fingers. `` The bitch is getting turn on, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With much futile struggling and stumbling in her highschool dog, Doris was dragged into the bedchamber. Her coating was removed, and the belt used to adhere her wrist joint behind her back. She looked terrified, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her tits, surrounded by a numeral of people who clearly intended to abuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very magnanimous and very luxuriously bed, surrounded by various chairs and tables, some of which were laden with glasses and feeding bottle of wines and spirits.

whole wheat flour took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` Ladies first, I think, '' he said. With big grin on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The rest of us sat down to watch over. Doris, one-half naked in her underwear, cowered away from them. `` What ... what are you ... going to do, '' she stammered.

'' Sit on the bed. '' It was an ordering from Jennifer. The bed was so high that Doris had to try to climb onto it, and as she did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the edge of the mattress in the small of her back, and her feet barely touching the floor. Both women leaned over her and pressed her down feather. `` Oh, sweetened little Doris, '' said Ella with a certain quantity of disdain in her vocalization. `` Sweet barren small Doris. slovenly woman, Doris ! Comes to us in nothing but her undies under her pelage and then says what are you going to do. ''

She stood up, leaving Jennifer to keep Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the incapacitated slender body on the edge of the bed, stocking enclothe legs pressed sloshed together. She placed her feet on either incline of Doris 's, and put her paw on Doris 's knees. Her digit traced a itinerary upwards along the nylons until she reached bare hide at the stocking spinning top. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such business firm immature build and so shapely, so nice to feel. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's pelvic girdle and curled into the narrow waistband of her knickers.

Doris heaved her body up, a terminal useless struggle as Ella began to draw down the knickers. `` finish it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you recall you 're doing ! ``

Ella laughed. `` What the shag do you think I 'm doing, slovenly woman. I 'm taking off your knickers. ``

There was cypher Doris could do to terminate Ella pulling down her knickers, a few inches only at first, just enough to uncover a neatly trimmed triangle of lightlessness fuzz. A little further then, to the top of her thigh. Jennifer dipped her principal to Doris 's breast and began licking and sucking one of her teat, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the breeches all the way down over Doris 's ankles and flung them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her hands stroked up the interior of Doris 's second joint, and there was no way Doris could stop her. She was balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, her hands tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking clad legs forced open, and her toes barely touching the trading floor.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella discase apart her cunt lips. And then Ella pushed her finger's breadth straight up into Doris 's pussy. She worked it bout and round and in and out. `` What a tiny piddling pussy you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be nice ... when a man gets his cock in there ... must be a very tight squeeze though ... prissy for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a little wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to lick as well as fingerbreadth Doris 's cunt. She probed with her glossa and nibbled with her lip as her finger moved rhythmically in and out. Above her chief, she could hear Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's bitch, watching herself finger fucking Doris faster and faster. And then she stopped, and stood up.

'' Get the bitch up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will keep her legs afford for us. '' Both graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her back. They spreadeagled her legs wide, and grinned as they looked down at the little melt off daughter in stockings and suspenders, aroused but helpless, her cunt spread out and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her little mamilla peaked now with nipples stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` strait me one of those bottles, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a long tapered cervix. `` property the squawk up, I want her to watch this. ``

Now looking absolutely terrified, Doris was lifted to a sitting position. Ella crawled onto the bed and held the nursing bottle to Doris 's lips. `` Open your backtalk, little Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right, the bottle 's vacate, I just want you to wet the neck opening a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a stopcock. '' She pushed the nursing bottle between Doris 's rim and worked it gently in and out of her mouth. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you know what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a looking of skepticism and fear on her face, Doris shook her head slowly from side to side. Ella let the feeding bottle curl over Doris 's teat, first one, then the other, over and over. The pap responded, becoming even more stiff and erect, and the coldness of the glass made Doris pant. Ella raised the bottle again in front of Doris. `` I asked you, do you do it what I am going to do with this. Tell me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her head. Ella raised her representative. `` tell me what you would like me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

'' I ... I do n't screw, '' she whispered in a croak.

Ella smiled. `` Of row you do, my trivial slut, '' she said softly. `` You know where this bottle is going, do n't you. ``

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her voice and viewing in her face, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her wooden leg being held all-embracing apart. She was helpless and unable to actuate as Ella rolled the bottle down to Doris 's peg, letting her victim find the inhuman glass on the inside of her parted thigh then pushing the neck of the bottle against her puss lips.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulder so that she was forced to watch everything, her stock up legs held obscenely spread wide open, the long expanses of bare thigh flesh, suspenders, the little plot of inkiness whisker, and of course, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless cunt. Her breathing space was coming fast and noisy, her slim body twitching, her eye spacious with frighten knowing Ella intended to hump her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to tantalize her. `` You 're just our little sporting lady, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty picayune asian cocotte with such a sexy little body ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how much of this bottle our slight have it away whore can pack in her fast niggling slit. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharp scream as the bottleful started to penetrate her puss. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your cunt ever been screwed by a feeding bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it near than a cock fuck ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that finger, bitch ? Is it good ? Does that tight little cunt like it ? ``

The neck opening of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the wide width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, cryptical and profoundly. Doris gave an tortured wail and started sobbing, her face deform and her mouth hanging open. Compared to her tiny trunk, the nursing bottle fucking her looked huge. By now, everyone was clustered round watching and enjoying the sight and sound of the sexy Thomas Young Oriental girl writhing and moaning and sobbing as the bottle was driven into her helpless cunt.

Ella carried on fucking her ferociously. Doris had stopped sobbing, she was now gasping and trousering, staring down at the feeding bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonised fount had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her hips started twitching. `` I think the horny cunt is cumming off on the bottle ! '' Ella exclaimed. `` Yes, Doris, you fucking little slut, cum for us, Doris, cum for us ! ``

Doris started moaning helplessly, her hips jerked against the bottle in her pussy, and suddenly her whole consistence was convulsing. The relentless brutal piece of ass with the nursing bottle was bringing Doris to a vast orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottle when she climaxed with a long, rack scream before collapsing and bursting into teardrop.

The men wasted no time. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her dorsum. Graham immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his rooster easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with retentive hard strokes, making sure she was taking the full length of his rooster inside her. Then he rolled over onto his back, with Doris on top of him, still with his cock embedded in her cunt.

'' ride me, you fucking bitch ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally confounded she did n't know what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slide down sideways over his body. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her panty and hoisted her skirt up to her waist. She took clutch of Doris 's brain and pulled it between her wooden leg. `` salt lick me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue me, I want your tongue. I want to experience your tongue fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a smell of ecstasy on her side. Matt watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his sleeve round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both script to grip Doris be her hair and pull her head up so we could see her panic-struck face.

Matt 's rooster was rock punishing. He eased it between Doris 's arse face. He pressed the knob against her arse. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her face contorted in pain, as the stopcock began to perforate her. It took various minutes for matt to get his buckram tool into Doris 's rear end. She is so minuscule it did n't look possible for her tiny slender body to be able to take both peter in her holes, and the niggardliness must deliver been incredible. She was half sitting up on graham flour 's pecker, her stocking raiment peg splayed out and the brace straps taut against the curve ball of her arse. Her back was arched, pushing out her boob, and despite the horrified expression on her brass, her nipples were out on chaff.

When both cocks were finally buried in her maw, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer dragged Doris 's head down again and once again started to bray her cunt against her mouth. She got more and more agitated, panting, thrusting her hips violently against Doris, until she came off with a recollective cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close up to cumming off too. Fucking Doris operose and flying, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not live long. The clash and tightness was too lots for them and both seemed to culminate at the same metre. mat was first to rip out, his cock dripping cum, and then whole meal flour rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the last of his cum over her human face. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's picayune bare well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The company was over. Jack found the coat and slipped it over Doris 's articulatio humeri. She was still moaning softly as we helped her out to the car and set off, heading for home. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on Jack and Joe with Doris between them in the back keister. Eventually I had to stop the car to watch.

Under the coating, Doris, of form, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her tits and fingering her cunt. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her incline, facing her hubby. Her bare body gleamed in the semi-darkness of the back of the car as the coat was discarded. Jack 's pecker slid easily into her cunt, making Doris gift only a minuscule gasp. He used her rose hip to make water her move on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his prick into her seat. The before nookie made it easygoing for him. Once again Doris was being double penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this clip the men stayed still, and simply moved her body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her holes with their peter.

After a minute or two, jackfruit muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to bed her. '' Doris 's slender naked soundbox was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them drove their cocks into her at the same sentence. Each poking drew a loud pant from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both stopcock were going like piston, pounding into her cunt and ass. But soon the tempo of fucking eased and stopped. The men, satisfied and panting, sat back with Doris left whimpering between them, and I was told to drive on.

rachis home, laborer and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her shoulders. I went home, and a few minutes later I heard Joe 's car start up, and I knew the party really was over .