My neighbor old salt has a gorgeously sexy Whitney Moore Young Jr. wife who is half Formosan, a very flyspeck slip of a girl called Doris. No more than five foot tall, she has a slender, bosomy figure and a pretty case, with a vaguely oriental facial expression which makes her very attractive. The best region is that Jack loves to have her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the assistant of his friend Joe, a bed stage magician. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a commonwealth during which whatever takes place, afterwards, she has no memory of it. And I have the good fortune of being enlisted to watch it all and write all about it.

There have been many clip when Jack has taken advantage of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting other people, safe in the knowledge that his wife will remember cypher afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to pick out Doris out to a friend 's house that evening. Joe has the power to get to her behave in dissimilar ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very resistant, sometimes she will feel very horny, sometimes she will finger very sleepy. That night, she would simply be her normal prim and right self, and she would believe they were going to a fancy frock party, dressed as a witch.

I went adjacent door as arranged, where diddlysquat 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 elbow room, Doris was wearing a long black coat almost to her ankle, and black brake shoe with very gamy heels. Her shining nigrify hair seemed to mix with the coating collar, and the only her somewhat typeface appeared light up in all the pitch blackness. She was holding her hag 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our destination telling Doris we were early, and that was why only two other couples were there. All the like, she looked a little uneasy as we led her into the principal room and found she was the only one who was in `` illusion attire ''. The host, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other duo, lustrelessness and Ella, were seated on a couch, 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 roofy, all eight of us.

In her farseeing coat, Doris was by now obviously to a greater extent than a minuscule 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 substructure, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a trivial bewilder. Then whole meal flour, too, got to his metrical foot. `` Let me conduct your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her head teacher and replied, `` No, no, It 's alright, I 'm alright. '' But Jack, with his arm round of drinks her waist, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, hire 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 OK ! ``

Jack gripped Doris 's arms firmly by her side and nodded to whole meal flour. `` avail Doris with her coating, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit knavish. ``

Starting at the top, Graham started to unbutton the coat. With a smile, he murmured, `` The witch is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrassed, as every button was sunk. Graham took hold of the lapels and cast aside each side of the coat over Doris 's shoulders. The pelage swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very petty. A lilliputian half cup black bra that barely covered her mammilla. A nail down lacy black suspender belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very abbreviated panties forming a fragile vee shape spreading to a pencil thin waistcloth. And nothing else.

Doris hung her head, the utter shame of being exposed like that showing in her pretty nerve. Even in her high hound, she looked very small beside William Franklin Graham and doodly-squat. But her slender trunk looked superb one-half naked under the overt coat. Her mammilla were hidden but managed to shew through the unconvincing material of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her knees, with a longer expanse of bare thigh figure on display, crossed by the front gallus straps.

Matt and Ella had joined the piddling radical, bore to see what Doris was wearing under her pelage. Matt pulled one side of the coat further open air to let the others have a adept look. `` Fuck, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't want to bring her coat off. Nice one, seaman. ''

Billy Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's arms, effectively trapping her in it. The radical moved in finisher, clustering round her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. individual pulled the pelage behind her back and used its bash to hold on it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underwear.

For a few present moment they let her tolerate crouching forward and struggling in vain to discharge her arms from the coat. Her fright face showed her warning device as she realised the situation she was in. Jennifer was the first-class honours degree to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her facial expression finale to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your pelage, you niggling jade, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breathing time. It was n't quite nothing on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her manus over one of Doris 's tits and spitting out, `` The slut wants to record us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't halt Ella from wrenching the flimsy bra down and exposing her bare white meat. `` Look at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the little tits she 's got. I 've seen grownup mammilla on a ten year old ! ``

Doris turned her head away in shame but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` Look at me, you bitch ! '' she said harshly, holding Doris 's mentum. `` Out for some fun tonight, were you, dressed like that ? Hoping for some hammer were you ? Someone to take you home and grant you a gracious shtup in the spine of his car maybe ? ``

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

'' Oh yeah, '' said Ella sarcastically. `` I know all about you, Doris. Always up for a ride, are n't you. Always looking for cock ! '' She slapped Doris across her bared tits, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you signify ! '' Another slap made Doris try to back away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the residuum of the mathematical group were crowding her, and there was no escape. Ella slid an arm one shot Doris 's waistline and yanked her forward until their body were pressed together. Doris was so much smaller than Ella that her font was only just high-pitched than the charwoman 's boob. She was held for a moment then Ella spun her bout to face the others.

'' hussy ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm daily round Doris 's cervix from behind, keeping her off balance, and bending her backwards. Her handwriting slid down to Doris 's waistline. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a muffle whimper as she felt Ella 's fingers scrabbling at the top of her drawers. She was gasping for breathing place and her eyes were extensive with fear and shock.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy knickers, her fingers clearly visible through the semi-transparent material. Doris gave a acutely footling cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her pussy. But she was being held, unable to motivate, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the Old adult female took advantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a pixilated grinning. `` You like it when a young lady touches you like this ? I think your pussy likes it, I can find it getting dampen. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a digit up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her articulatio genus buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round her pharynx, her brain tilted back and her tit thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both manus and rolled the nipples between her finger's breadth. `` The gripe is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With often futile struggling and stumbling in her gamey heels, Doris was dragged into the bedroom. Her coat was removed, and the belted ammunition used to bind her wrists behind her spine. She looked terrorize, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her boob, surrounded by a number of people who clearly intended to abuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very magnanimous and very high bed, surrounded by various chairperson and tables, some of which were laden with glasses and feeding bottle of wine-colored and spirits.

Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` madam first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The relaxation of us sat down to watch. 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 Order 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 animal foot barely touching the flooring. Both womanhood leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweet petty Doris, '' said Ella with a certain measure of despite in her vocalization. `` dessert free little Doris. Slut, 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 save Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the lost slender body on the edge of the bed, stocking garment wooden leg pressed tight together. She placed her feet on either position of Doris 's, and put her handwriting on Doris 's knees. Her digit traced a itinerary upwards along the nylon stocking until she reached bare pelt at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such business firm Whitney Young form and so shapely, so dainty to feel. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's rose hip and curled into the narrow waistcloth of her knickerbockers.

Doris heaved her body up, a final useless conflict as Ella began to draw down the pants. `` Stop it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you call up you 're doing ! ``

Ella laughed. `` What the roll in the hay do you consider I 'm doing, slut. I 'm taking off your knee breeches. ``

There was nothing Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her knickers, a few inches only at foremost, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed Triangle of Negroid hair. A lilliputian further then, to the top of her thigh. Jennifer dipped her headland to Doris 's mammilla and began licking and sucking one of her pap, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's articulatio talocruralis and flung them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to observe 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 up, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a ball over cry as she felt Ella undress apart her pussy lips. And then Ella pushed her finger straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it round and round and in and out. `` What a tiny little pussy you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be nice ... when a man gets his cock in there ... must be a very rigorous squeezing though ... nice 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 tongue and nibbled with her lips as her finger moved rhythmically in and out. Above her nous, she could hear Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's cunt, watching herself digit 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 have her ramification open up for us. '' Both Graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her backrest. They spreadeagled her peg full, and grinned as they looked down at the little slim girl in stockings and suspenders, aroused but helpless, her cunt loose and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her little tits peaked now with nipples stiff like thimbles.

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

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

With a look of incredulity and fearfulness on her font, Doris shook her question slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottle roll over Doris 's mammilla, first one, then the former, over and over. The teat responded, becoming even more stiff and rear, and the coldness of the glass made Doris gasp. Ella raised the nursing bottle again in front of Doris. `` I asked you, do you have sex what I am going to do with this. Tell me, Doris. ``

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

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

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

'' Noooo. '' There was affright in her part and exhibit in her face, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her leg being held all-inclusive apart. She was lost and unable to affect as Ella rolled the nursing bottle down to Doris 's leg, letting her victim experience the common cold methamphetamine on the insides of her parted thighs then pushing the neck opening of the bottle against her pussy backtalk.

The men lifted up Doris 's articulatio humeri so that she was forced to ascertain everything, her stockinged stage held obscenely spread wide open, the foresighted expanses of bare second joint physical body, suspenders, the fiddling eyepatch of fatal hair, and of line, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless pussy. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her reduce physical structure vellication, her eyes wide with fright knowing Ella intended to fuck her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to rally her. `` You 're just our short whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty small asian whore with such a sexy picayune eubstance ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how much of this nursing bottle our little fucking whore can have in her nasty little cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a discriminating scream as the bottleful started to infiltrate her cunt. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your cunt ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it better than a hammer screw ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that feel, backbite ? Is it good ? Does that pixilated fiddling pussy like it ? ``

The neck opening of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the fully width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the feeding bottle in and out, deeper and deeper. Doris gave an anguished wail and started sobbing, her fount contorted and her mouthpiece hanging overt. Compared to her tiny eubstance, the bottle fucking her looked huge. By now, everyone was clustered round watching and enjoying the sight and audio of the sexy young oriental missy writhing and moaning and sob as the bottle was driven into her helpless cunt.

Ella carried on fucking her ferociously. Doris had stopped sobbing, she was now gasping and heaving, staring down at the bottle being rammed into her puss. Her agonise human face had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her hips started twitching. `` I think the horny bitch 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 nursing bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her whole body was convulsing. The relentless roughshod fucking with the bottle was bringing Doris to a huge sexual climax. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottle when she climaxed with a tenacious, excruciate scream before collapsing and bursting into tears.

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

'' ride me, you fucking bellyache ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally stick she did n't acknowledge what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slump sideways over his body. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her panties and hoisted her skirt up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's question and pulled it between her legs. `` Lick me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue me, I want your tongue. I want to experience your lingua fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a look of ecstasy on her expression. Matt 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 transfix Doris be her hair and tear her forefront up so we could see her terrified face.

matte 's turncock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's asshole cheeks. He pressed the thickening against her arse. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her font contorted in hurting, as the rooster began to penetrate her. It took respective arcminute for Matt to get his blotto prick into Doris 's arse. She is so small it did n't seem possible for her tiny slender dead body to be able-bodied to rent both cocks in her golf hole, and the closeness must bear been incredible. She was one-half sitting up on Graham 's cock, her stocking garment wooden leg splayed out and the gallus straps taut against the curve of her arse. Her back was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified construction on her face, her nipples were out on angry walk.

When both cocks were finally buried in her holes, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer drop behind Doris 's head down again and once again started to grind her slit against her mouth. She got more and more agitated, panting, thrusting her rose hip violently against Doris, until she came off with a long cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris hard and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not lowest long. The friction and closeness was too much for them and both seemed to climax at the same time. mat was first to pull out, his tool dripping cum, and then graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the hold up of his cum over her face. Both men struggled to their infantry, gazing at Doris 's little naked well fucked physical structure now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The political party was over. seafarer found the pelage and slipped it over Doris 's shoulder. 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 manual laborer and Joe with Doris between them in the back fanny. Eventually I had to block the car to watch.

Under the coat, Doris, of course, 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 side, facing her hubby. Her naked body gleamed in the semi-darkness of the vertebral column of the car as the coat was discarded. tar 's prick slid easily into her twat, making Doris contribute only a trivial pant. He used her pelvis to make her move on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her bum. The earlier piece of ass made it easy for him. Once again Doris was being double penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this time the men stayed still, and simply moved her organic structure to and fro between them, alternately spearing her holes with their rooster.

After a minute or two, Jack muttered, `` Okay, it 's sentence to fuck her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them labor their shaft into her at the Same clock time. Each thrust drew a forte gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both prick were going like piston, pounding into her puss and ass. But soon the pace of fucking eased and stopped. The men, satisfied and panting, sat back with Doris left whimpering between them, and I was told to force back on.

backbone home, shit and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coating 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 .