My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy young married woman who is half Taiwanese, a very diminutive pillow slip of a girl called Doris. No to a greater extent than five human foot tall, she has a slender, curvy figure and a pretty face, with a mistily oriental flavour which makes her very attractive. The dependable office is that seaman loves to take in her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the help of his friend Joe, a retired stagecoach necromancer. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a state during which whatever takes place, afterwards, she has no storage of it. And I have the commodity fortune of being enlisted to view it all and save all about it.

There have been many times when diddly-squat has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting other people, safety in the knowledge that his wife will call back nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take Doris out to a friend 's house that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in different ways, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very immune, sometimes she will feel 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 party, dressed as a witch.

I went next room access as arranged, where laborer and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be ready to go out with us in a few minute of arc. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the room, Doris was wearing a long black coating almost to her ankles, and dark shoes with very high school blackguard. Her reflect black hair seemed to mix with the coating collar, and the only her pretty look appeared light in all the blackness. She was holding her beldame 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our terminus telling Doris we were early on, and that was why only two former couples were there. All the same, she looked a piddling nervous as we led her into the main way and found she was the only one who was in `` figure garb ''. The hosts, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The former yoke, flatness 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 beldam 's hat from Doris, and we all sat down, almost in a big circle, all eight of us.

In her recollective coat, Doris was by now obviously more 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 feet, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a small vex. Then Graham, too, got to his feet. `` Let me take your pelage, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her header and replied, `` No, no, It 's alright, I 'm okay. '' But manual laborer, with his arm rung her waist, 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 boldness showed her alarm. `` Really, I 'm okeh ! ``

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

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 abash, as every button was ruined. Graham took clasp of the lapels and chuck out each side of the coat over Doris 's berm. The coating swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very little. A tiny one-half cup lightlessness bra that barely covered her nipples. A nail down lacy black suspender swath attached to dark nylon stockings. A duo of very brief step-in forming a delicate vee shape spreading to a pencil thin waistband. And nothing else.

Doris hung her straits, the speak shame of being exposed like that exhibit in her jolly face. Even in her high heels, she looked very small beside Graham and Jack. But her slender body looked superb one-half naked under the unfastened coating. Her tit were hidden but managed to demo through the unconvincing fabric of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her knee joint, with a longer expanse of bare thigh build on showing, crossed by the front gallus strap.

matte and Ella had joined the little group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. matt pulled one side of the coat further assailable to let the others have a upright look. `` Fuck, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't want to take her coating off. Nice one, tar. ''

Billy Graham roughly tugged the coating further down Doris 's arms, effectively trapping her in it. The mathematical group moved in closer, clustering round her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. mortal pulled the coat behind her rear and used its swath to keep it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underclothing.

For a few here and now they let her stand crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her arms from the pelage. Her panicky face showed her alarm as she realised the office she was in. Jennifer was the commencement to make a motion. Stepping up and thrusting her grimace close to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your coat, you footling slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breath. It was n't quite zilch on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her 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 kibosh Ella from wrenching the flimsy bra down and exposing her bare tit. `` Look at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the picayune tits she 's got. I 've seen adult knocker on a ten twelvemonth old ! ``

Doris turned her foreland 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 give you a nice shag in the book binding of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her voice. `` 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 pecker ! '' She slapped Doris across her bar breast, 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 eternal sleep of the group were crowding her, and there was no flight. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their organic structure were pressed together. Doris was so much minuscule than Ella that her face was only just higher than the char 's knocker. She was held for a moment then Ella spun her daily round to face up the others.

'' loose woman ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm rung Doris 's neck from behind, keeping her off balance, and bending her backwards. Her script slid down to Doris 's waist. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a strangled whimper as she felt Ella 's digit scrabbling at the top of her knickerbockers. She was gasping for breathing place and her eyes were wide with care and shock.

Her wooden leg were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thigh. Ella pushed her hand inside the thin breeches, her fingers clearly visible through the semi-transparent cloth. Doris gave a astute footling cry as she felt the fingerbreadth rubbing her snatch. But she was being held, unable to move, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the older womanhood took advantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a distasteful grin. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your kitty-cat likes it, I can feel it getting tone down. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a finger's breadth up into Doris 's pussy. Doris cried out and her knee joint buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round her throat, her head tilted back and her tits thrust out. Jennifer took clasp of them with both hands and rolled the teat between her fingers. `` The gripe is getting emotional, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With a good deal futile struggling and stumbling in her senior high bounder, Doris was dragged into the bedroom. Her coat was removed, and the whang used to bind her wrists behind her spinal column. She looked terrified, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her tits, surrounded by a number of citizenry who clearly intended to misuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very tumid and very eminent bed, surrounded by versatile hot seat and tabular array, some of which were laden with Methedrine and bottle of wines and spirits.

Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her spine to it. `` Ladies first, I think, '' he said. With big smiles on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The repose 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 small of her dorsum, and her feet barely touching the floor. Both women leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweet piffling Doris, '' said Ella with a sure amount of contempt in her voice. `` Sweet devoid little Doris. jade, Doris ! semen to us in nothing but her undies under her coat 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 fit out wooden leg pressed loaded together. She placed her feet on either side of Doris 's, and put her hands on Doris 's knees. Her fingers traced a path upwards along the nylons until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such house young flesh and so shapely, so skillful to feel. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's hips and curled into the narrow-minded waistband of her knickers.

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

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

There was nothing Doris could do to hold on Ella pulling down her knickers, a few column inch only at first, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed Triangulum of ignominious fuzz. A little foster then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her school principal to Doris 's boob and began licking and sucking one of her nipple, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knee pants all the way down over Doris 's mortise joint and cast out them aside. Doris crossed her ramification, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her hands stroked up the inside of Doris 's thighs, and there was no way Doris could check her. She was balanced precariously on the sharpness of the bed, her deal tied behind her back, with no step-in, her stocking clothed legs forced open, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella peel apart her pussy lip. And then Ella pushed her fingerbreadth straight up into Doris 's snatch. She worked it round of golf and rhythm and in and out. `` What a tiny little pussy you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be courteous ... when a man gets his cock in there ... must be a very tight squeeze though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a little wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to bat as well as digit Doris 's cunt. She probed with her glossa and pick with her lips as her finger's breadth moved rhythmically in and out. Above her head, she could find out Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's slit, watching herself finger fucking Doris faster and faster. And then she stopped, and stood up.

'' Get the beef up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will retain her ramification unfold for us. '' Both Martha Graham and flatness 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 slim miss in stockings and suspender, aroused but helpless, her pussy afford and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her little tits peaked now with nipples stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` walk me one of those bottleful, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a long tapered cervix. `` property the kick 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 bottle to Doris 's lips. `` unresolved your back talk, fiddling Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all rightfield, the feeding bottle 's empty, I just want you to wet the neck opening a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a cock. '' She pushed the nursing bottle between Doris 's mouth and worked it gently in and out of her mouth. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you bang what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a look of disbelief and fear on her boldness, Doris shook her head slowly from side to side. Ella let the nursing bottle roll over Doris 's mamilla, first one, then the other, over and over. The tit responded, becoming even more stiff and raise, and the low temperature of the glass made Doris gasp. Ella raised the bottle again in movement of Doris. `` I asked you, do you know what I am going to do with this. secernate me, Doris. ``

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

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

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

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her articulation and showing in her brass, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her legs being held wide apart. She was helpless and ineffectual to move as Ella rolled the bottle down to Doris 's leg, letting her victim feel the cold looking glass on the insides of her divide second joint then pushing the cervix of the bottle against her pussy sassing.

The men lifted up Doris 's articulatio humeri so that she was forced to see everything, her carry wooden leg held obscenely disseminate broad open, the long expanses of bare thigh soma, suspenders, the little speckle of black hair, and of track, the feeding bottle being pressed against her defenceless cunt. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her slim soundbox twitching, her eyes extensive with fear knowing Ella intended to roll in the hay her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to taunt her. `` You 're just our little prostitute, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty little Asiatic fancy woman with such a sexy little body ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how much of this feeding bottle our little fucking whore can exact in her stringent minuscule cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a needlelike screech as the bottle started to riddle her cunt. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your twat ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it better than a pecker fuck ? '' She began to make a motion the bottleful in and out. `` How does that feel, bitch ? Is it good ? Does that tight little cunt like it ? ``

The cervix of the feeding bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full breadth. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, deeper and cryptical. Doris gave an anguished wail and started sob, her nerve contorted and her sassing hanging open. Compared to her tiny body, the feeding bottle fucking her attend immense. By now, everyone was clustered rung watching and enjoying the lot and speech sound of the sexy young oriental miss writhing and moaning and sobbing as the feeding 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 bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonised face had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her rosehip started twitching. `` I think the horny bitch is cumming off on the bottle ! '' Ella exclaimed. `` Yes, Doris, you fucking minuscule adulteress, cum for us, Doris, cum for us ! ``

Doris started moaning helplessly, her hips jerked against the bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her whole soundbox was convulsing. The relentless brutal fucking with the bottle was bringing Doris to a huge orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottle when she climaxed with a long, tortured 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 back. Martha Graham immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long toilsome cam stroke, making sure she was taking the full length 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 cunt.

'' Ride me, you fucking bitch ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally discombobulate she did n't know what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slump sideways over his body. This beseem Jennifer, who had pulled off her panties and hoisted her bird up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's head and pulled it between her peg. `` biff me ! '' she commanded. `` lingua me, I want your knife. I want to finger your clapper fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a look of disco biscuit on her grimace. flatness watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. graham flour grinned and clamped his arms round her to celebrate her still. Jennifer saw, and used both hands to spellbind Doris be her hair and take out her head up so we could see her terrorize face.

matt 's cock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's fanny cheeks. He pressed the node against her derriere. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her human face contorted in pain, as the cock began to penetrate her. It took various minute of arc for matte to get his stiff tool into Doris 's arse. She is so small it did n't appear possible for her tiny slender body to be capable to take both shaft in her holes, and the denseness must deliver been incredible. She was one-half sitting up on Graham 's cock, her stocking clad legs splayed out and the gallus straps taut against the curve of her arse. Her back was arched, pushing out her titmouse, and despite the horrified facial expression on her font, her nipples were out on stalk.

When both cocks were finally buried in her kettle of fish, the two men began to do it her. Jennifer haul Doris 's pass down again and once again started to grind her cunt against her mouth. She got more and more crusade, heaving, thrusting her hips violently against Doris, until she came off with a hanker cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris voiceless and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not lowest long. The clash and stringency was too a lot for them and both seemed to climax at the same time. Matt was first to commit out, his dick dripping cum, and then William Franklin Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the last of his cum over her expression. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's minuscule naked well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The political party was over. Jack found the coat and slipped it over Doris 's berm. She was still moaning softly as we helped her out to the car and set off, heading for abode. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on shit and Joe with Doris between them in the back bum. Eventually I had to quit the car to watch.

Under the coating, Doris, of track, was still naked. She looked one-half asleep. Both men were fondling her knocker and fingering her twat. 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 dorsum of the car as the coating was discarded. diddlyshit 's cock slid easily into her cunt, making Doris give only a little gasp. He used her hips to make her relocation on it a few clock time, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her hindquarters. The earlier fuck made it well-heeled 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 body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her mess with their cocks.

After a minute or two, shit muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to roll in the hay her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them push back their cocks into her at the same clip. Each thrust drew a flashy gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both prick were going like plunger, pounding into her cunt and rump. 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 ride on.

spine base, Jack and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coating draped over her articulatio humeri. I went house, and a few minute of arc later I heard Joe 's car startle up, and I knew the party really was over .