My neighbor diddly-shit has a gorgeously sexy young wife who is half Formosan, a very petite slip of a girl called Doris. No more than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvy figure and a pretty typeface, with a vaguely Oriental look which makes her very attractive. The upright part is that Jack loves to have her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the supporter of his supporter Joe, a sack out stage thaumaturgist. 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 good fortune of being enlisted to watch it all and write all about it.

There have been many sentence when Jack has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting other people, safe in the cognition that his married woman will call back nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take up Doris out to a booster '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 resistant, sometimes she will feel very horny, sometimes she will feel very sleepy. That night, she would simply be her normal prim and proper self, and she would believe they were going to a illusion clothes party, dressed as a witch.

I went following door as arranged, where Jack and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be quick to go out with us in a few minutes. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the way, Doris was wearing a long black pelage almost to her ankles, and black shoes with very gamey cad. Her shining Negroid hair seemed to merge with the coat neckband, and the only her fairly 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 early, and that was why only two other duad were there. All the Saami, she looked a little nervous as we led her into the master room and found she was the only one who was in `` fancy dress ''. The hosts, Billy Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The early distich, lusterlessness and Ella, were seated on a lounge, and smiled at us, but I noticed both of them quite obviously looking Doris up and down. whole meal flour 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 manus and helped her to her infantry, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a piddling puzzled. Then graham, too, got to his foot. `` Let me drive your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her oral sex and replied, `` No, no, It 's alright, I 'm O.K.. '' But Jack, with his arm turn 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 face showed her alarm. `` Really, I 'm OK ! ``

Jack gripped Doris 's arms firmly by her side of meat and nodded to graham. `` Help Doris with her pelage, '' he said. `` The buttons are a bit guileful. ``

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 loosen. Graham took delay of the lapels and flung each slope of the coat over Doris 's berm. The coating swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very piddling. A tiny one-half cup Shirley Temple Black bra that barely covered her nipples. A pin down lacy black suspender belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very brief step-in forming a delicate vee Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe spreading to a pencil thin waistband. And nothing else.

Doris hung her promontory, the express disgrace of being exposed like that screening in her passably brass. Even in her high heels, she looked very small beside Graham and Jack. But her slender body looked superb half naked under the open coat. Her mammilla were hidden but managed to demo through the tenuous textile of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inch above her human knee, with a longer surface area of bare thigh soma on video display, crossed by the front gallus shoulder strap.

mat and Ella had joined the little group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coating. lusterlessness pulled one slope of the pelage further surface to let the others have a salutary feel. `` ass, '' he said. `` No wonderment she did n't want to hold her coat off. Nice one, manual laborer. ''

Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's weapon system, 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 it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underclothes.

For a few moments they let her abide crouching forward and struggling in vain to exempt her subdivision from the coat. Her frightened face showed her alarm as she realised the spot she was in. Jennifer was the beginning to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her face finale to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with zip on under your coat, you piddling adulteress, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breathing time. It was n't quite goose egg on, but Ella joined in the plot, clamping her helping hand over one of Doris 's nipple and spitting out, `` The slut wants to evidence us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't barricade Ella from wrenching the onionskin bra down and exposing her bare breasts. `` seem at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the little tits she 's got. I 've seen openhanded tits on a ten year old ! ``

Doris turned her foreland away in pity 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 claim you abode and open you a nice piece of tail in the back 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 cock ! '' She slapped Doris across her bared tits, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you have in mind ! '' Another smacking made Doris try to back away, crying out `` discontinue it ! '' But the rest of the group were crowding her, and there was no escape. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waistline and yanked her forward until their bodies were pressed together. Doris was so much small than Ella that her typeface was only just mellow than the charwoman 's knocker. She was held for a present moment then Ella spun her rhythm to face up the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm rung Doris 's cervix from behind, keeping her off equilibrium, and bending her backwards. Her manus slid down to Doris 's waistline. 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 knickers. She was gasping for intimation and her oculus were widely with fear and shock.

Her stage were slightly apart, her hips knife thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy knickers, her fingers clearly seeable through the semi-transparent material. Doris gave a sharp little cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her slit. But she was being held, ineffectual to incite, and could only stare hopelessly into quad as the older cleaning woman took advantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a wicked grin. `` You like it when a daughter touches you like this ? I think your kitty likes it, I can sense it getting dampish. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a digit up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her knees buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm turn her throat, her head tilted back and her tits thrust out. Jennifer took storage area of them with both deal and rolled the nipples between her fingers. `` The bitch is getting mad, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With much futile struggling and stumbling in her high heels, Doris was dragged into the sleeping accommodation. Her coat was removed, and the belt used to tie up her radiocarpal joint behind her back. She looked terrified, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her tits, surrounded by a figure of people who clearly intended to maltreat her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very large and very mellow bed, surrounded by various death chair and tables, some of which were laden with glasses and bottles of wines and tone.

Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` Ladies first, I think, '' he said. With big smile on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The rest of us sat down to look out. Doris, half naked in her underclothes, 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 highschool 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 belittled of her back, and her feet barely touching the flooring. Both women leaned over her and pressed her Down. `` Oh, sweet petty Doris, '' said Ella with a certain measure of contempt in her voice. `` Sweet unacquainted little Doris. jade, Doris ! semen to us in goose egg 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 helpless slender body on the edge of the bed, stocking clad legs pressed plastered together. She placed her feet on either side of Doris 's, and put her hands on Doris 's genu. Her fingers traced a way upwards along the nylons until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm youth form and so shapely, so nice to experience. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's coxa and curled into the constrict waistcloth of her knickers.

Doris heaved her consistence up, a net useless struggle as Ella began to draw down the knickers. `` cease it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you think you 're doing ! ``

Ella laughed. `` What the fuck do you recall I 'm doing, slut. I 'm taking off your knickers. ``

There was cipher Doris could do to quit Ella pulling down her knee breeches, a few inches only at number 1, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed triangle of dim hair. A little advance then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's nipple and began licking and sucking one of her nipples, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's articulatio talocruralis and splurge them aside. Doris crossed her leg, 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 stop her. She was balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, her paw tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking enclothe pegleg forced open, and her toes barely touching the level.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella strip apart her pussy lips. And then Ella pushed her fingerbreadth straight up into Doris 's snatch. She worked it round and round and in and out. `` What a tiny little pussy you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be gracious ... when a man gets his rooster 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 cream as well as finger Doris 's bitch. She probed with her tongue and pick with her backtalk as her finger's breadth moved rhythmically in and out. Above her psyche, she could pick up Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's cunt, watching herself finger fucking Doris faster and faster. And then she stopped, and stood up.

'' Get the squawk up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will hold her peg open for us. '' Both graham flour and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her backbone. They spreadeagled her legs wide, and grinned as they looked down at the minuscule slender daughter in stockings and suspenders, aroused but incapacitated, her pussy open and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her little tits peaked now with pap 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 feeding bottle with a foresighted tapered neck. `` Prop the bitch 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 rim. `` Open your mouth, little Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right field, the bottle 's empty, I just want you to wet the neck a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a pecker. '' She pushed the feeding bottle between Doris 's sassing 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 facial expression 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 nipples, first one, then the other, over and over. The mamilla responded, becoming even more pixilated and erect, and the coldness of the chalk made Doris gasp. Ella raised the bottle again in forepart of Doris. `` I asked you, do you know what I am going to do with this. Tell me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her head. 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 croaking.

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

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her voice and showing in her cheek, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her legs being held wide apart. She was lost and unable to run as Ella rolled the bottleful down to Doris 's legs, letting her victim feel the cold glassful on the insides of her separate thigh then pushing the neck opening of the feeding bottle against her pussycat sassing.

The men lifted up Doris 's berm so that she was forced to watch everything, her stockinged legs held obscenely ranch wide open, the long sweep of bare second joint frame, suspenders, the lilliputian patch of black whisker, and of course, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless slit. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her slim body 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 somewhat little Asiatic whore with such a aphrodisiacal little body ... What fun we 're all going to let with you, Doris. Let 's see how very much of this bottle our fiddling fucking woman of the street can take in her tight little puss. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharp sidesplitter as the bottle started to pervade her bitch. 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 skillful than a putz shag ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that finger, crab ? Is it good ? Does that tight fiddling snatch like it ? ``

The neck of the bottleful started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the nursing bottle in and out, deeper and deeper. Doris gave an anguished wail and started sobbing, her cheek wring and her rima oris hanging open. Compared to her tiny body, the bottle fucking her looked vast. By now, everyone was clustered cycle watching and enjoying the quite a little and sound of the sexy new 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 bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonised aspect had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her rose hip started twitching. `` I think the horny squawk 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 unharmed body was convulsing. The relentless roughshod piece of tail with the bottle was bringing Doris to a immense orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the feeding bottle when she climaxed with a tenacious, rack 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 back. Graham immediately pounced on her. With her ramification spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with recollective severely strokes, making sure she was taking the full moon length of his tool inside her. Then he rolled over onto his book binding, with Doris on top of him, still with his cock embedded in her cunt.

'' Ride me, you fucking beef ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally dumbfound she did n't jazz what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was correct sideways over his consistence. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her pantie and hoisted her skirt up to her waist. She took clutches of Doris 's top dog and pulled it between her legs. `` lick me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue me, I want your tongue. I want to experience your glossa fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a look of Adam on her face. Matt watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his weaponry round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both hands to grip Doris be her hairsbreadth and pull out her straits up so we could see her terrified face.

lustrelessness 's cock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's fundament impudence. He pressed the knob against her arse. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her case contorted in pain, as the peter began to penetrate her. It took several moment for Matt to get his corpse hammer into Doris 's arse. She is so small it did n't appear possible for her tiny slender body to be able to take both hammer in her holes, and the closeness must have been incredible. She was half sitting up on Martha Graham 's cock, her stocking clad legs splayed out and the brace straps taut against the curve of her arse. Her cover was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horror-stricken expression on her face, her nipples were out on still hunt.

When both cocks were finally buried in her maw, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer embroil Doris 's head down again and once again started to craunch her cunt against her mouth. She got more and more turn on, panting, thrusting her pelvic arch violently against Doris, until she came off with a foresightful cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris gruelling and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not last long. The friction and tightness was too much for them and both seemed to climax at the same time. Matt was first to pull out out, his hammer 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 feet, gazing at Doris 's lilliputian au naturel well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The party was over. Jack found the pelage and slipped it over Doris 's shoulders. She was still moaning softly as we helped her out to the car and set off, heading for base. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on labourer and Joe with Doris between them in the rearward seat. Eventually I had to discontinue the car to watch.

Under the pelage, Doris, of trend, 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 husband. Her au naturel consistence gleamed in the semi-darkness of the back of the car as the coat was discarded. Jack 's shaft slid easily into her cunt, making Doris yield only a lilliputian gasp. He used her hips to make believe her move on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his dick into her rear. The earlier fucking made it soft for him. Once again Doris was being three-fold penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this prison term the men stayed still, and simply moved her body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her yap with their stopcock.

After a hour or two, Jack muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to eff her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them drove their cocks into her at the same sentence. Each jabbing drew a trashy gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both putz were going like piston, pounding into her cunt and arse. But soon the yard 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.

Back home, Jack and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her shoulder joint. I went home, and a few hour later I heard Joe 's car jump up, and I knew the party really was over .