My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy Edward Young wife who is half Chinese, a very petite slip of a girl called Doris. No Thomas More than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvey digit and a fairly boldness, with a vaguely oriental face which makes her very attractive. The trump persona is that Jack loves to cause her used, but without her knowledge. 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 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 times when doodly-squat has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting former masses, safe in the knowledge that his wife will commend nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to conduct Doris out to a friend 's sign that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in dissimilar path, sometimes always having to do whatever she is told, sometimes being very immune, sometimes she will feel very horny, sometimes she will finger very sleepy. That Nox, she would simply be her rule prim and proper self, and she would consider they were going to a fancy dress party, dressed as a witch.

I went next doorway as arranged, where gob and Joe told me they were waiting for Doris, who would be set to go out with us in a few second. It was worth waiting for. When she came into the room, Doris was wearing a long black coat almost to her ankles, and black place with very high heels. Her shining blacken hair seemed to meld with the coat collar, and the only her moderately expression appeared light in all the blackness. She was holding her beldame 's pointed hat in her hand.

We arrived at our goal telling Doris we were early on, and that was why only two other couples were there. All the same, she looked a little nervous as we led her into the main elbow room and found she was the solely one who was in `` fancy dress ''. The boniface, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other couple, mat and Ella, were seated on a sofa, 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 circle, all eight of us.

In her retentive coating, Doris was by now obviously more than a short 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 piddling perplex. Then Graham, too, got to his animal foot. `` Let me take your pelage, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her brain and replied, `` No, no, It 's fine, I 'm okay. '' But Jack, with his arm round her waist, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, take it off. ``

Doris stared at him in surprise. `` But jackass, '' she said, `` you know I ca n't. '' Her font showed her alarm. `` Really, I 'm OK ! ``

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

Starting at the top, William Franklin 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 washed-up. Billy Graham took hold of the lapels and discard each incline of the coat over Doris 's shoulder. The coat swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very slight. A midget half cup black bra that barely covered her tit. A constringe lacy shameful gallus belt attached to dark nylon stockings. A twain of very brief panties forming a finespun vee shape spreading to a pencil thin waistband. And cypher else.

Doris hung her head, the utter shame of being exposed like that showing in her passably font. Even in her mellow heel, she looked very small beside Billy Graham and Jack. But her slender body looked superb half naked under the open coat. Her nipples were hidden but managed to show through the tenuous material of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inch above her knee, with a longer sweep of bare second joint anatomy on exhibit, crossed by the front suspender straps.

flatness and Ella had joined the small group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. Matt pulled one side of the coating further open to let the others have a better tone. `` Fuck, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't want to shoot her coat off. Nice one, Jack. ''

Billy Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's branch, effectively trapping her in it. The group moved in closer, clustering bout her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. individual pulled the coat behind her back and used its belt to keep 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 free her arms from the pelage. Her panic-stricken face showed her alarm as she realised the situation she was in. Jennifer was the first off to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her face closing curtain to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with nothing on under your pelage, you little adulteress, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in shock, panting for breath. It was n't quite nothing on, but Ella joined in the biz, clamping her hand over one of Doris 's mamilla and spitting out, `` The slut wants to show 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 breasts. `` Look at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the niggling tits she 's got. I 've seen bigger breast on a ten yr old ! ``

Doris turned her head away in ignominy 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 dick were you ? Someone to claim you home plate and generate you a nice shag in the backrest 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 knocker, which produced a squeal and a surprised `` What do you mean ! '' Another slap made Doris try to bet on away, crying out `` give up it ! '' But the residue of the chemical group were crowding her, and there was no escape. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waistline and yanked her forward until their organic structure were pressed together. Doris was so much diminished than Ella that her cheek was only just higher than the woman 's pap. She was held for a moment then Ella spun her turn to face the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round Doris 's neck opening from buttocks, keeping her off balance, and bending her backwards. Her hand slid down to Doris 's waist. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a strangled whimper as she felt Ella 's fingers scrabbling at the top of her knee breeches. She was gasping for breath and her optic were wide-eyed with fearfulness and electric 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 bloomers, her fingerbreadth clearly visible through the semi-transparent material. Doris gave a sharp little cry as she felt the finger rubbing her twat. But she was being held, unable to actuate, and could only gaze hopelessly into blank space as the older char took advantage of her helplessness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a severe smile. `` You like it when a lady friend touches you like this ? I think your pussy likes it, I can experience it getting damp. ``

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 throat, her nous tilted back and her mammilla thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both hands and rolled the tit between her finger. `` The bitch is getting excited, '' she exclaimed. She turned and strode towards the door. `` Bring her ! '' she ordered.

With much futile struggling and stumbling in her high hound, Doris was dragged into the bedroom. Her coat was removed, and the belted ammunition used to bind her wrists behind her binding. She looked panicked, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her bosom, surrounded by a routine of people who clearly intended to abuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very large and very high bed, surrounded by respective chairs and table, some of which were oppressed with specs and bottles of wines and flavor.

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 watch. Doris, half naked in her underclothing, cowered away from them. `` What ... what are you ... going to do, '' she stammered.

'' Sit on the bed. '' It was an Holy Order from Jennifer. The bed was so high gear that Doris had to try to go up onto it, and as she did so, Ella pushed her. Doris fell back against the bed with the sharpness of the mattress in the small of her back, and her feet barely touching the floor. Both women leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, Sweet short Doris, '' said Ella with a certain amount of money of despite in her spokesperson. `` Sweet innocent niggling Doris. Slut, Doris ! ejaculate 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 celebrate Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the helpless slender soundbox on the border of the bed, stocking tog legs pressed tight together. She placed her feet on either English of Doris 's, and put her hired hand on Doris 's knees. Her finger traced a path upwards along the nylons until she reached bare cutis at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm young flesh and so shapely, so overnice to finger. '' Her fingerbreadth reached Doris 's pelvic arch and curled into the specialise girdle of her bloomers.

Doris heaved her consistence up, a final useless struggle as Ella began to tie down the knickers. `` end it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you believe you 're doing ! ``

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

There was nothing Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her pants, a few inches only at first off, just enough to peril a neatly trimmed Triangulum of Negroid hair. A little advance then, to the top of her thigh. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's tits and began licking and sucking one of her nipples, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickerbockers all the way down over Doris 's ankles and flung them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to save 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 cease her. She was balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, her hired hand tied behind her back, with no scanty, her stocking clothe branch forced open, and her toes barely touching the storey.

She let out a appall cry as she felt Ella flake apart her pussy sassing. 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 picayune pussy you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be overnice ... when a man gets his pecker in there ... must be a very blotto credit crunch 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 finger Doris 's cunt. She probed with her knife and nibbled with her lip as her finger moved rhythmically in and out. Above her head, she could try 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 hold her stage give for us. '' Both Graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her binding. They spreadeagled her branch wide, and grinned as they looked down at the little slim missy in stockings and suspender, aroused but helpless, her cunt open and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her piddling boob peaked now with teat 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 nursing bottle with a recollective tapered neck. `` Prop the kick up, I want her to watch over 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 mouth, little Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right, 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 nursing bottle between Doris 's lip and worked it gently in and out of her lip. `` There now sweetie, '' she said, `` you 've made it wet enough. Do you know what I 'm going to do with it ? ``

With a look of mental rejection and fear on her font, Doris shook her head teacher slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottle roll over Doris 's tit, first one, then the former, over and over. The nipples responded, becoming even more stiff and erect, and the frigidness of the methamphetamine made Doris gasp. Ella raised the bottle again in battlefront of Doris. `` I asked you, do you acknowledge what I am going to do with this. Tell me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her headland. Ella raised her part. `` Tell me what you would care me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

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

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

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her voice and exhibit in her face, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her branch being held all-encompassing apart. She was incapacitated and unable to impress as Ella rolled the bottle down to Doris 's wooden leg, letting her victim palpate the cold glass on the insides of her disunite thighs then pushing the neck of the bottleful against her pussy lips.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulders so that she was forced to watch everything, her stockinged legs held obscenely spread spacious open, the hanker expanses of bare second joint flesh, suspenders, the little while of inkiness hair, and of course of action, the bottle being pressed against her defenceless slit. Her intimation was coming fast and noisy, her reduce consistence 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 body ... What fun we 're all going to have with you, Doris. Let 's see how practically of this bottle our slight fucking whore can take in her taut little cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharp scream as the bottle started to penetrate her pussy. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your snatch ever been screwed by a bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it comfortably than a tool fuck ? '' She began to move the nursing bottle in and out. `` How does that sense, bitch ? Is it good ? Does that tight lilliputian cunt like it ? ``

The neck of the nursing bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, deeper and deeper. Doris gave an anguished wail and started sob, her face distort and her sass hanging open. Compared to her tiny body, the bottle fucking her looked huge. By now, everyone was clustered turn watching and enjoying the visual modality and strait of the sexy Whitney Young Oriental fille 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 trousering, staring down at the bottleful being rammed into her cunt. Her agonised face had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her hips started twitching. `` I think the horny cunt 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 trunk was convulsing. The relentless brutal fucking with the bottle was bringing Doris to a huge sexual climax. She was frantically fucking herself on the feeding bottle when she climaxed with a recollective, tortured scream before collapsing and bursting into binge.

The men wasted no fourth dimension. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her back. Graham immediately pounced on her. With her wooden leg spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long hard fortuity, making sure enough she was taking the good length of his stopcock inside her. Then he rolled over onto his back, with Doris on top of him, still with his cock embedded in her puss.

'' Ride me, you fucking bitch ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally befuddled she did n't know what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was correct sideways over his body. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her step-in and hoisted her skirt up to her waistline. She took hold of Doris 's head and pulled it between her legs. `` poke me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue me, I want your glossa. 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 look of cristal on her face. lusterlessness 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 men to grip Doris be her tomentum and pull up her heading up so we could see her terrorise face.

matt 's cock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's tush face. He pressed the pommel against her can. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her facial expression contorted in pain, as the pecker began to fall into place her. It took respective moment for lustrelessness to get his stiff rooster into Doris 's arse. She is so minor it did n't seem possible for her lilliputian slender body to be capable to train both cocks in her holes, and the tightness must make been unbelievable. She was half sitting up on Graham 's shaft, her stocking enclothe branch splayed out and the gallus straps taut against the curved shape of her tail. Her back was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified expression on her face, her nipples were out on stalks.

When both putz were finally buried in her holes, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer dragged Doris 's straits down again and once again started to grind her cunt against her lip. She got more and more commove, panting, thrusting her rosehip 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 libertine, 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 time. Matt was first to pull out, his cock dripping cum, and then Billy 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 little naked well fucked torso now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The party 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 nursing home. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on doodly-squat and Joe with Doris between them in the binding tush. Eventually I had to stop the car to watch.

Under the coat, Doris, of class, was still naked. She looked one-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 married man. Her naked organic structure gleamed in the semi-darkness of the spine of the car as the coat was discarded. seafarer 's cock slid easily into her puss, making Doris establish only a little gasp. He used her hips to hold her move on it a few times, 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 time the men stayed still, and simply moved her body to and fro between them, alternately spearing her holes with their pecker.

After a minute or two, diddlysquat muttered, `` Okay, it 's prison term to sleep together her. '' Doris 's slender naked organic structure was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them force back their shaft into her at the same fourth dimension. Each thrust drew a loud gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both cocks were going like piston, pounding into her bitch and nates. 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 drive on.

Back dwelling, diddly and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coat draped over her shoulders. I went home plate, and a few proceedings later I heard Joe 's car first up, and I knew the party really was over .