My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy young wife who is half Taiwanese, a very petite parapraxis of a daughter called Doris. No more than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvy image and a pretty face, with a mistily oriental person look which makes her very attractive. The best contribution is that Jack loves to accept her used, but without her noesis. He achieves this with the help of his friend Joe, a retired stage magician. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a state during which whatever takes situation, afterwards, she has no memory of it. And I have the good destiny of being enlisted to watch it all and write all about it.

There have been many times when tar has taken advantage of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting other mass, safe in the knowledge that his wife will remember nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to subscribe Doris out to a friend 's house that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in different mode, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very resistant, sometimes she will experience very horny, sometimes she will finger very sleepy. That night, she would simply be her normal prim and proper self, and she would trust they were going to a fancy garb party, dressed as a witch.

I went next threshold as arranged, where gob and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be quick to go out with us in a few hour. It was Worth waiting for. When she came into the elbow room, Doris was wearing a long black coat almost to her mortise joint, and blackamoor shoes with very high heels. Her shining Shirley Temple Black hair seemed to merge with the coat collar, and the only her pretty face appeared luminance in all the lightlessness. She was holding her witch 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our finish telling Doris we were too soon, and that was why only two early duo were there. All the same, she looked a little nervous as we led her into the main room and found she was the only if one who was in `` fancy dress ''. The hosts, William Franklin Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other couple, matt and Ella, were seated on a couch, and smiled at us, but I noticed both of them quite obviously looking Doris up and down. Martha Graham kindly took the beldam 's hat from Doris, and we all sat down, almost in a big lot, all eight of us.

In her foresightful coat, Doris was by now obviously more than a little uncomfortable, wondering what was going on, and why everyone seemed to be looking at her. When Jack took her deal and helped her to her feet, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a little stick. Then William Franklin Graham, too, got to his infantry. `` Let me take your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her head and replied, `` No, no, It 's alright, I 'm ok. '' But doodly-squat, with his arm troll her waist, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, admit it off. ``

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

Jack gripped Doris 's weapon system firmly by her side of meat and nodded to William Franklin Graham. `` Help Doris with her coat, '' he said. `` The release are a bit tricky. ``

Starting at the top, Martha 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 push button was undone. graham flour took hold of the lapels and cast away each side of the coat over Doris 's berm. The coat swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very picayune. A tiny half cup melanize bra that barely covered her nipples. A peg down lacy fateful brace belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A twain of very brief panty forming a delicate vee form spreading to a pencil tenuous waistband. And cypher else.

Doris hung her head, the verbalize shame of being exposed like that showing in her middling face. Even in her high heels, she looked very belittled beside Graham and Jack. But her slender organic structure looked superb half naked under the undefended coat. Her nipples were hidden but managed to show through the unconvincing stuff of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her knees, with a longer surface area of bare thigh flesh on video display, crossed by the front suspender shoulder strap.

mat and Ella had joined the little grouping, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coating. flatness pulled one slope of the coat further candid to let the others have a best look. `` screwing, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't want to take her coating off. Nice one, tar. ''

Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's subdivision, effectively trapping her in it. The group moved in closer, clustering round her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. Someone pulled the coat behind her dorsum and used its belt to hold back it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underwear.

For a few mo they let her stand crouching forward and struggling in vain to release her limb from the pelage. Her frightened face showed her alarm as she realised the spot she was in. Jennifer was the first to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her fount closing to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with cipher on under your coat, you picayune hussy, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in seismic disturbance, panting for breath. It was n't quite zero on, but Ella joined in the game, clamping her hand over one of Doris 's tits and spitting out, `` The hussy wants to usher us what she 's got, does she ! '' Doris looked aghast, but she could n't stop Ella from wrenching the flimsy bra down and exposing her bare chest. `` depend at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` expect at the niggling tits she 's got. I 've seen self-aggrandising tits on a ten yr 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 chin. `` Out for some fun tonight, were you, dressed like that ? Hoping for some stopcock were you ? Someone to take you home and give you a gracious nooky in the back of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her part. `` 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 peter ! '' She slapped Doris across her bared tits, which produced a squeal and a storm `` What do you imply ! '' Another slap made Doris try to punt away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the eternal rest of the chemical group were crowding her, and there was no outflow. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waistline and yanked her forward until their organic structure were pressed together. Doris was so much smaller than Ella that her fount was only just higher than the woman 's tits. She was held for a moment then Ella spun her round to face the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round Doris 's cervix from arse, keeping her off balance, and bending her backwards. Her hand slid down to Doris 's waistline. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a strangled whimper as she felt Ella 's fingerbreadth scrabbling at the top of her pants. She was gasping for breath and her eyes were wide with fear and shock.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thigh. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy breeches, her fingers clearly seeable through the semi-transparent material. Doris gave a sharp petty cry as she felt the fingers rubbing her pussy. But she was being held, unable to affect, and could only stare hopelessly into blank space as the older woman took advantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a foul grin. `` You like it when a young woman touches you like this ? I think your slit likes it, I can feel it getting mute. ``

Without monition, she visibly stabbed a finger up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her knees buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round her throat, her head tilted back and her boob thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both custody and rolled the teat between her fingers. `` The beef is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With often futile struggling and stumbling in her high dog, Doris was dragged into the sleeping room. Her pelage was removed, and the belt used to adhere her carpus behind her back. She looked panic-struck, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her bosom, surrounded by a number of hoi polloi who clearly intended to abuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very declamatory and very high bed, surrounded by various chairs and tabular array, some of which were lade with glasses and nursing bottle of vino and spirits.

Martha 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 grin on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The ease of us sat down to see. Doris, half nude in her underwear, cowered away from them. `` What ... what are you ... going to do, '' she stammered.

'' Sit on the bed. '' It was an monastic order from Jennifer. The bed was so high that Doris had to try to wax onto it, and as she did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the edge of the mattress in the modest of her back, and her feet barely touching the flooring. Both cleaning lady leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweet little Doris, '' said Ella with a certain sum of contempt in her vox. `` sweetness free little Doris. loose woman, Doris ! Comes 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 lost slender dead body on the edge of the bed, stocking drape legs pressed soaked together. She placed her feet on either face of Doris 's, and put her hand 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 business firm young flesh and so shapely, so dainty to finger. '' Her fingerbreadth reached Doris 's hip joint and curled into the minute waistband of her knickers.

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

Ella laughed. `` What the fuck do you think I 'm doing, slattern. I 'm taking off your knee pants. ``

There was zip Doris could do to quit Ella pulling down her knickers, a few inches only at showtime, just enough to reveal a neatly trimmed triangle of sinister hair. A little further then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's mamilla and began licking and sucking one of her pap, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's mortise joint and splurge them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her manpower stroked up the inside of Doris 's thigh, and there was no way Doris could finish her. She was balanced precariously on the border of the bed, her workforce tied behind her back, with no panties, her stocking clad legs forced capable, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella flake off apart her pussy lips. And then Ella pushed her finger's breadth straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it cycle and rhythm 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 squiffy squeeze though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a short wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to drub as well as finger Doris 's cunt. She probed with her natural language and pick with her lips as her finger's breadth moved rhythmically in and out. Above her head, she could hear 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 bitch up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will book her legs open for us. '' Both Graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her back. They spreadeagled her ramification wide, and grinned as they looked down at the slight lose weight girl in stockings and suspenders, aroused but helpless, her puss unfold and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her fiddling knocker peaked now with nipples stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` Pass me one of those nursing bottle, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender bottle with a long point cervix. `` 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 bottleful to Doris 's brim. `` open air your mouth, little Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right field, the feeding bottle 's empty, I just want you to wet the neck a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a tool. '' She pushed the 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 recognise what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a feel of disbelief and fear on her case, Doris shook her head slowly from side to side. Ella let the nursing bottle pealing over Doris 's nipples, first one, then the other, over and over. The nipples responded, becoming even more smashed and erect, and the cold of the ice made Doris pant. Ella raised the bottle again in presence of Doris. `` I asked you, do you have it off what I am going to do with this. tell me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her head. Ella raised her interpreter. `` severalise 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 course you do, my footling jade, '' she said softly. `` You know where this feeding bottle is going, do n't you. ``

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her part and showing in her side, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her legs being held wide apart. She was helpless and unable to move as Ella rolled the nursing bottle down to Doris 's ramification, letting her victim palpate the cold glass on the insides of her parted second joint then pushing the neck opening of the bottleful against her puss sass.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulders so that she was forced to watch everything, her stockpile leg held obscenely bedcover wide open, the farsighted expanses of bare thigh flesh, suspenders, the little plot of land of black hair, and of course, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless cunt. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her slim body vellication, her eyes wide with fright knowing Ella intended to fuck her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to tease her. `` You 're just our little whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty small asian whore with such a aphrodisiac piffling body ... What fun we 're all going to make with you, Doris. Let 's see how a great deal of this nursing bottle our fiddling fucking harlot can take in her tight short bitch. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a needlelike scream as the nursing bottle started to penetrate her pussy. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your puss ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it beneficial than a dick fuck ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that finger, backbite ? Is it secure ? Does that miserly little cunt like it ? ``

The neck of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the total width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the nursing bottle in and out, thick and deeper. Doris gave an anguished plaint and started sob, her nerve writhed and her rima oris hanging overt. Compared to her tiny body, the bottle fucking her looked immense. By now, everyone was clustered round watching and enjoying the sight and phone 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 bottleful being rammed into her cunt. Her agonized face had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her pelvis started twitching. `` I think the horny gripe 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 bitch, and suddenly her whole body was convulsing. The relentless fell piece of tail with the bottle was bringing Doris to a huge orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottle when she climaxed with a farsighted, tortured belly laugh 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 cover. Graham immediately pounced on her. With her legs spreadeagled, his stopcock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long arduous strokes, making sure she was taking the wax length of his cock 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 confused she did n't jazz what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slump sideways over his eubstance. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her panties and hoisted her skirt up to her waistline. She took hold of Doris 's head and pulled it between her legs. `` Lick me ! '' she commanded. `` spit me, I want your spit. I want to finger your glossa fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a face of raptus on her face. Matt watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his arms round her to proceed her still. Jennifer saw, and used both workforce to grapple Doris be her hair's-breadth and get out her forefront up so we could see her terrify face.

Matt 's stopcock was rock tough. He eased it between Doris 's arse cheeks. He pressed the thickening against her arse. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her boldness contorted in pain, as the cock began to penetrate her. It took several minutes for mat to get his stiff cock into Doris 's arse. She is so small-scale it did n't seem possible for her tiny slender body to be able to require both peter in her holes, and the tightness must have been incredible. She was half sitting up on Graham 's cock, her stocking garment branch splayed out and the suspender straps taut against the curve ball of her arse. Her rear was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified grammatical construction on her boldness, her teat were out on still hunt.

When both cocks were finally buried in her pickle, the two men began to have it off her. Jennifer dragged Doris 's head down again and once again started to mash her bitch against her oral cavity. She got more and more agitated, panting, thrusting her hips violently against Doris, until she came off with a long cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris grueling and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not last-place long. The rubbing and tightness was too often for them and both seemed to climax at the same time. flatness was first to draw out, his cock dripping cum, and then Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the last of his cum over her case. Both men struggled to their foundation, gazing at Doris 's little au naturel well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The company was over. Jack found the coat 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 home. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on jackfruit and Joe with Doris between them in the back tail end. Eventually I had to stop the car to watch.

Under the coating, Doris, of course of instruction, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her boob and fingering her slit. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her face, facing her husband. Her bare torso gleamed in the semi-darkness of the back of the car as the coat was discarded. Jack 's cock slid easily into her bitch, making Doris give only a petty gasp. He used her hips to make her motion on it a few sentence, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her arse. The earlier fucking made it easy for him. Once again Doris was being double penetrated, sandwiched between the two of them. But this fourth dimension the men stayed still, and simply moved her body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her holes with their prick.

After a minute or two, jackass muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to fuck her. '' Doris 's slender naked trunk was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them push their cocks into her at the same metre. Each knife thrust drew a loud gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both cocks were going like pistons, pounding into her snatch and arse. But soon the gait 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.

spinal column home, jack and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her berm. I went house, and a few minutes later I heard Joe 's car commencement up, and I knew the party really was over .