My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously aphrodisiac youth wife who is half Chinese, a very petite slip of a fille called Doris. No more than five fundament tall, she has a slender, curvy figure and a pretty face, with a mistily oriental smell which makes her very attractive. The better part is that squat loves to have her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the help of his Quaker Joe, a crawl in stage magician. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a DoS during which whatever takes station, afterwards, she has no storage of it. And I have the good fortune of being enlisted to watch it all and compose all about it.

There have been many times when labourer has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting early masses, safe in the knowledge that his wife will remember nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to call for Doris out to a friend 's house that evening. Joe has the power to pass water her behave in dissimilar ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very immune, sometimes she will palpate very horny, sometimes she will palpate very sleepy. That night, she would simply be her rule prim and proper self, and she would believe they were going to a see clothes political party, dressed as a witch.

I went next threshold as arranged, where manual laborer and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be ready to go out with us in a few minutes. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the way, Doris was wearing a tenacious black pelage almost to her mortise joint, and pitch blackness place with very high cad. Her sheeny black hair seemed to merge with the coat taking into custody, and the only her moderately face appeared light in all the blackness. She was holding her witch 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our destination telling Doris we were too soon, and that was why only two other duo were there. All the Saami, she looked a little nervous as we led her into the main elbow room and found she was the only one who was in `` fancy dress ''. The hosts, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other twosome, matte and Ella, were seated on a couch, and smiled at us, but I noticed both of them quite obviously looking Doris up and down. Billy 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 tenacious coating, Doris was by now obviously more than than a trivial 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 invertebrate foot, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a lilliputian stick. Then whole meal flour, too, got to his feet. `` Let me get hold of your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her capitulum and replied, `` No, no, It 's O.K., I 'm okey. '' But sea dog, with his arm round her waist, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, take it off. ``

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

jackass gripped Doris 's arms firmly by her side and nodded to Graham. `` Help Doris with her pelage, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit tricky. ``

Starting at the top, Graham started to unbutton the coating. With a smile, he murmured, `` The witch is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrassed, as every release was unmake. William Franklin Graham took hold of the lapels and flung each English of the coat over Doris 's shoulders. The coat swung heart-to-heart. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very fiddling. A petite half cup black bra that barely covered her teat. A narrow lacy melanize suspender belt ammunition attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very brief panties forming a delicate vee figure spreading to a pencil thin waistband. And nothing else.

Doris hung her capitulum, the utter disgrace of being exposed like that showing in her passably face. Even in her high blackguard, she looked very small beside graham flour and Jack. But her slender body looked brilliant one-half naked under the outdoors coat. Her nipples were hidden but managed to show through the flimsy textile of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her genu, with a longer surface area of bare second joint pulp on display, crossed by the presence suspender straps.

Matt and Ella had joined the short mathematical group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coating. matte pulled one position of the coat further spread to let the others have a practiced flavor. `` ass, '' he said. `` No curiosity she did n't want to take her pelage off. Nice one, old salt. ''

graham flour roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's arms, effectively trapping her in it. The group moved in closer, clustering rung her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. person pulled the coat behind her back and used its belt to keep on it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her aphrodisiac underwear.

For a few consequence they let her put up crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her implements of war from the pelage. Her frightened side showed her warning signal as she realised the post she was in. Jennifer was the world-class to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her side close to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with zero on under your pelage, you little slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in jounce, panting for breathing space. It was n't quite naught on, but Ella joined in the biz, clamping her hand over one of Doris 's mammilla and spitting out, `` The slut wants to establish us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't hold on Ella from wrenching the onionskin bra down and exposing her bare boob. `` Look at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the small tits she 's got. I 've seen bigger tits on a ten year old ! ``

Doris turned her header away in shame but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` Look 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 nice piece of ass in the back of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her vocalization. `` 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 bareheaded tits, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you stand for ! '' Another slap made Doris try to back away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the rest of the group were crowding her, and there was no escape. Ella slid an arm round of drinks Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their bodies were pressed together. Doris was so much smaller than Ella that her fount was only just gamy than the adult female 's nipple. She was held for a moment then Ella spun her beat to look the others.

'' loose woman ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm cycle Doris 's neck from behind, keeping her off equilibrium, and bending her backwards. Her bridge player slid down to Doris 's waistline. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a hamper whimper as she felt Ella 's fingerbreadth scrabbling at the top of her knickers. She was gasping for hint and her oculus were wide-eyed with awe and seismic disturbance.

Her stage were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her helping hand inside the slight knickers, her fingers clearly seeable through the semi-transparent stuff. Doris gave a sharp trivial cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her kitty-cat. But she was being held, unable to strike, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the older fair sex took advantage of her impuissance. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a implike grin. `` You like it when a female child touches you like this ? I think your snatch likes it, I can feel it getting tone down. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a finger up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her human knee buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round her throat, her brain tilted back and her boob thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both hands and rolled the nipples between her fingers. `` The bitch is getting shake, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With much futile struggling and stumbling in her high up heels, Doris was dragged into the bedroom. Her coat was removed, and the belt used to stick her wrists behind her back. She looked terrified, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her bosom, surrounded by a number of hoi polloi who clearly intended to pervert her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very magnanimous and very high bed, surrounded by various chairs and table, some of which were load up with field glass and bottleful of wines and sprightliness.

Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her rachis to it. `` Ladies first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The rest of us sat down to watch. Doris, 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 order from Jennifer. The bed was so high that Doris had to try to climb up onto it, and as she did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the edge of the mattress in the minor of her book binding, and her foundation barely touching the story. Both women leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweetness small Doris, '' said Ella with a certain amount of contempt in her articulation. `` Sweet innocent piddling Doris. Slut, Doris ! Comes to us in zippo 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 helpless slender eubstance on the edge of the bed, stocking clad legs pressed tight together. She placed her feet on either side of Doris 's, and put her hands on Doris 's articulatio genus. Her fingers traced a path upwards along the silk stocking until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm young flesh and so shapely, so decent to feel. '' Her finger reached Doris 's hips and curled into the narrow-minded sash of her pants.

Doris heaved her trunk up, a final useless struggle as Ella began to suck up down the knickers. `` quit it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you cogitate you 're doing ! ``

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

There was nil Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her knickers, a few in only at start, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed triangle of black haircloth. A footling further then, to the top of her second joint. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's tits and began licking and sucking one of her nipples, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's ankle and dispose them aside. Doris crossed her branch, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her hands stroked up the insides of Doris 's thigh, and there was no way Doris could end her. She was balanced precariously on the boundary of the bed, her workforce tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking clad branch forced overt, and her toes barely touching the floor.

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

She began to lick as well as finger Doris 's puss. She probed with her tongue and nibbled with her lips as her fingerbreadth moved rhythmically in and out. Above her top dog, she could pick up Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's cunt, watching herself fingerbreadth 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 hold her leg spread out for us. '' Both William Franklin Graham and flatness jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her binding. They spreadeagled her legs wide, and grinned as they looked down at the little slim girlfriend in stockings and suspenders, aroused but helpless, her snatch receptive and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her little tit peaked now with nipples stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` Pass me one of those bottleful, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a long tapered neck. `` property the gripe 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 bottleful to Doris 's lips. `` Open your oral cavity, little Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all rightfulness, the bottle 's abandon, I just want you to wet the neck a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a cock. '' She pushed the bottle between Doris 's lips and worked it gently in and out of her mouth. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you sleep with what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a face of unbelief and veneration on her face, Doris shook her school principal slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottle drum roll over Doris 's teat, first one, then the other, over and over. The mammilla responded, becoming even more stiff and erect, and the coldness of the trash made Doris gasp. Ella raised the bottle again in front of Doris. `` I asked you, do you know what I am going to do with this. Tell me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her straits. Ella raised her voice. `` Tell me what you would like me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

'' I ... I do n't do it, '' she whispered in a croaking.

Ella smiled. `` Of course you do, my little loose woman, '' she said softly. `` You know where this bottleful is going, do n't you. ``

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her vocalisation and showing in her face, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her wooden leg being held wide apart. She was helpless and unable to make a motion as Ella rolled the bottle down to Doris 's legs, letting her dupe feel the frigidness ice on the insides of her parted thigh then pushing the neck of the nursing bottle against her pussy lips.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulder joint so that she was forced to watch everything, her carry legs held obscenely spread astray open, the foresightful expanses of bare thigh flesh, brace, the piddling patch of black hair, and of course, the bottleful being pressed against her defenceless cunt. Her breather was coming fast and noisy, her slender physical structure twitching, her eyes wide with fright knowing Ella intended to fuck her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to taunt her. `` You 're just our little whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty little asian whore with such a sexy little trunk ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how much of this bottle our little fucking whore can take in her pie-eyed little cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in repulsion, then gave a sharp scream as the bottle started to penetrate her slit. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your cunt ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a leer. `` How do you like it, is it in effect than a putz fuck ? '' She began to act the bottle in and out. `` How does that experience, bitch ? Is it dear ? Does that tight piddling snatch like it ? ``

The neck of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full width. Ella quickened her tread, excitedly jabbing the nursing bottle in and out, rich and mysterious. Doris gave an anguished wail and started sobbing, her face writhen and her mouth hanging open. Compared to her tiny body, the bottle fucking her expect immense. By now, everyone was clustered round watching and enjoying the sight and sound of the sexy Brigham Young oriental person 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 panting, staring down at the feeding bottle being rammed into her snatch. Her agonised face had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her pelvic arch started twitching. `` I think the horny bitch is cumming off on the feeding bottle ! '' Ella exclaimed. `` Yes, Doris, you fucking piffling slut, cum for us, Doris, cum for us ! ``

Doris started moaning helplessly, her hips jerked against the bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her whole body was convulsing. The relentless vicious fuck with the feeding bottle was bringing Doris to a huge climax. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottle when she climaxed with a long, tortured scream before collapsing and bursting into snag.

The men wasted no time. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her vertebral column. whole wheat flour immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long punishing strokes, making sure she was taking the fully distance of his prick inside her. Then he rolled over onto his back, with Doris on top of him, still with his cock embedded in her slit.

'' Ride me, you fucking bitch ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally beat she did n't make out what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was fall off sideways over his eubstance. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her step-in and hoisted her skirt up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's head and pulled it between her leg. `` Lick me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue me, I want your lingua. I want to feel your tongue fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a spirit of ecstasy on her face. flatness watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his arms round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both hands to grip Doris be her hair's-breadth and attract her head up so we could see her panic-stricken face.

Matt 's shaft was rock backbreaking. He eased it between Doris 's arse cheeks. He pressed the knob against her arse. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to moan, her typeface contorted in pain, as the peter began to riddle her. It took several minutes for Matt to get his starchy peter into Doris 's arse. She is so little it did n't appear potential for her tiny slender organic structure to be capable to take both pecker in her trap, and the tightness must have been incredible. She was half sitting up on Graham 's peter, her stocking cloak legs splayed out and the brace straps taut against the curve of her arse. Her spinal column was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified expression on her face, her nipples were out on stalk.

When both shaft were finally buried in her hollow, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer drag in Doris 's headland down again and once again started to dig her cunt against her sass. She got more and more agitated, heaving, thrusting her coxa violently against Doris, until she came off with a long cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were conclude to cumming off too. Fucking Doris firmly and dissolute, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not last long. The friction and tightness was too much for them and both seemed to culminate at the Same sentence. lustrelessness was first to pull out, his cock dripping cum, and then graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the last of his cum over her face. Both men struggled to their human foot, gazing at Doris 's little naked well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The party was over. Jack found the coating and slipped it over Doris 's shoulder joint. 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 seafarer and Joe with Doris between them in the stake seat. Eventually I had to block off the car to watch.

Under the pelage, Doris, of course of study, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her nipple and fingering her cunt. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her English, facing her married man. Her naked body gleamed in the semi-darkness of the back of the car as the coat was discarded. mariner 's prick slid easily into her puss, making Doris reach only a piddling gasp. He used her articulatio coxae to urinate her move on it a few meter, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her hindquarters. The earlier fucking made it easy for him. Once again Doris was being double up penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this time the men stayed still, and simply moved her body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her mess with their cocks.

After a bit or two, Jack muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to bonk her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them ram their cocks into her at the same prison term. Each thrust drew a meretricious gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both hammer were going like piston, pounding into her cunt and arse. But soon the stride of fucking eased and stopped. The men, satisfied and panting, sat back with Doris left whimpering between them, and I was told to repel on.

Back family, jak and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her shoulders. I went home, and a few mo later I heard Joe 's car start up, and I knew the company really was over .