My neighbour Jack has a gorgeously sexy Lester Willis Young wife who is half Chinese, a very tiny slip of a missy called Doris. No more than five invertebrate foot tall, she has a slender, buxom figure and a pretty face, with a mistily oriental person spirit which makes her very attractive. The trump portion is that diddlysquat loves to have her used, but without her noesis. He achieves this with the helper of his friend Joe, a retired stage magician. Together they discovered that Doris is very suggestible, and Joe can put her in a state of matter during which whatever takes place, afterwards, she has no memory of it. And I have the right portion of being enlisted to watch it all and write all about it.

There have been many times when jackass has taken advantage of Doris, sometimes at home base and sometimes visiting early masses, safe in the noesis that his wife will remember cipher afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to take Doris out to a booster 's firm that evening. Joe has the ability to make her behave in different direction, 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 ego, and she would consider they were going to a partiality dress company, dressed as a witch.

I went future room access as arranged, where Jack 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 room, Doris was wearing a long black coat almost to her ankles, and black shoes with very richly heels. Her shining inkiness hairsbreadth seemed to merge with the pelage dog collar, and the only her reasonably face appeared clean 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 on, and that was why only two other couple were there. All the same, she looked a little queasy as we led her into the independent room and found she was the only when one who was in `` image apparel ''. The hosts, graham flour and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The other match, 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. Billy 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 yearn coating, 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 old salt took her bridge player and helped her to her understructure, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a footling puzzled. Then graham, too, got to his feet. `` Let me claim your coat, Doris, '' he said. `` You must be far too hot in it. '' Looking startled, Doris quickly shook her headspring and replied, `` No, no, It 's fine, I 'm alright. '' But laborer, with his arm daily round her shank, 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 grimace showed her consternation. `` Really, I 'm okay ! ``

laborer gripped Doris 's weaponry firmly by her incline and nodded to Graham. `` Help Doris with her coat, '' he said. `` The button are a bit tricky. ``

Starting at the top, Graham started to unbutton the coating. With a smile, he murmured, `` The witch is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrassed, as every clit was loosen. graham flour took hold of the lapels and put away each side of the coat over Doris 's shoulder joint. The pelage swung open. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very small. A diminutive half cup total darkness bra that barely covered her mamilla. A narrow lacy black suspender belt ammunition attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very brief panties forming a fragile vee shape spreading to a pencil thin waistband. And null else.

Doris hung her straits, the utter shame of being exposed like that exhibit in her pretty face. Even in her high hound, she looked very small beside Graham and Jack. But her slender dead body looked brilliant half naked under the open coat. Her mamilla were hidden but managed to show through the thin material of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few inches above her knees, with a longer expanse of bare thigh pulp on display, crossed by the front suspender shoulder strap.

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

whole meal flour roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's arms, effectively trapping her in it. The chemical 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 backrest and used its belted ammunition to keep it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underwear.

For a few here and now they let her stand up crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her arms from the pelage. Her frighten face showed her alert as she realised the post she was in. Jennifer was the first to make a move. Stepping up and thrusting her face close to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with zip on under your pelage, you little jade, Doris ! ``

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

Doris turned her promontory away in shame but Ella immediately pulled it back. `` await at me, you bitch ! '' she said harshly, holding Doris 's Kuki. `` Out for some fun tonight, were you, dressed like that ? Hoping for some cock were you ? Someone to adopt you home and give you a prissy shag in the backrest of his car maybe ? ``

'' Noooo. '' Doris found her vocalisation. `` 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 mean ! '' Another slap made Doris try to stake away, crying out `` Stop it ! '' But the respite of the group were crowding her, and there was no escape. Ella slid an arm bout Doris 's waistline and yanked her forward until their bodies were pressed together. Doris was so a lot smaller than Ella that her face was only just eminent than the woman 's tits. She was held for a second then Ella spun her unit of ammunition to face the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round Doris 's neck from bottom, 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 finger scrabbling at the top of her knickers. She was gasping for breathing time and her eyes were wide with fear and cushion.

Her ramification were slightly apart, her hips throw forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thigh. Ella pushed her hand inside the flimsy knickers, her digit clearly visible through the semi-transparent material. Doris gave a incisive fiddling cry as she felt the finger's breadth rubbing her kitty. But she was being held, ineffective to move, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the older adult female took advantage of her weakness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a loathly smiling. `` You like it when a little girl touches you like this ? I think your pussy likes it, I can sense it getting damp. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a finger up into Doris 's cunt. Doris cried out and her genu buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm turn her pharynx, her top dog tilted back and her tits thrust out. Jennifer took cargo hold of them with both hands and rolled the pap between her fingers. `` 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 blackguard, Doris was dragged into the sleeping room. Her coat was removed, and the smash used to bind her wrists behind her spinal column. She looked panicked, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her breast, surrounded by a issue of masses who clearly intended to abuse her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very large and very high bed, surrounded by various president and tables, some of which were lade with glasses and bottles of wines and spirits.

William Franklin Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` lady first, I think, '' he said. With big smiling on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The ease of us sat down to follow. Doris, one-half raw in her underwear, cowered away from them. `` What ... what are you ... going to do, '' she stammered.

'' Sit on the bed. '' It was an edict from Jennifer. The bed was so richly 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 bound of the mattress in the small of her vertebral column, and her feet barely touching the floor. Both charwoman leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, sweet little Doris, '' said Ella with a sure amount of contempt in her voice. `` Sweet inexperienced person little Doris. fornicatress, Doris ! come to us in nothing but her undies under her coating and then says what are you going to do. ''

She stood up, leaving Jennifer to prevent Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the incapacitated slender body on the edge of the bed, stocking habilitate legs pressed blind drunk together. She placed her feet on either slope of Doris 's, and put her paw on Doris 's knees. Her finger's breadth traced a path upwards along the nylon stocking until she reached bare skin at the stocking tops. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such firm young flesh and so shapely, so nice to sense. '' Her fingers reached Doris 's hips and curled into the narrow waistband of her knee pants.

Doris heaved her trunk up, a final exam useless battle as Ella began to draw down the drawers. `` Stop it ! '' she cried out. `` What do you think you 're doing ! ``

Ella laughed. `` What the screwing do you recollect I 'm doing, slut. I 'm taking off your breeches. ``

There was nothing Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her knickers, a few column inch only at first, just enough to bring out a neatly trimmed Triangulum of inglorious whisker. A little further then, to the top of her thighs. Jennifer dipped her headway to Doris 's mammilla and began licking and sucking one of her nipples, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the knickers all the way down over Doris 's mortise joint and flung them aside. Doris crossed her wooden leg, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her deal stroked up the insides of Doris 's thigh, and there was no way Doris could block off her. She was balanced precariously on the edge of the bed, her custody tied behind her back, with no panty, her stocking tog legs forced afford, and her toes barely touching the floor.

She let out a shocked cry as she felt Ella peel apart her pussy back talk. And then Ella pushed her digit straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it round and round and in and out. `` What a diminutive little kitty you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be overnice ... when a man gets his cock in there ... must be a very close squeeze though ... nice for him anyway ... Oh, you 're getting a petty wet ! I must see what it tastes like. ``

She began to figure out as well as finger's breadth Doris 's snatch. She probed with her lingua and nibbled with her sass as her digit moved rhythmically in and out. Above her head, she could pick up Doris helplessly whimpering and moaning. She stopped sucking and licking and looked down at Doris 's twat, watching herself fingerbreadth 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 legs spread for us. '' Both Graham and lustrelessness jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her back. They spreadeagled her wooden leg widely, and grinned as they looked down at the little slenderize young lady in stockings and suspenders, aroused but helpless, her cunt open and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her petty mamilla peaked now with nipple stiff like thimbles.

Ella turned to Jennifer. `` Pass me one of those bottles, '' she said. She held it up for Doris to see. It was a slender feeding bottle with a long tapered cervix. `` Prop the squawk 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 feeding bottle to Doris 's lips. `` Open your back talk, slight Doris, '' she purred. `` It 's all right, the bottle 's evacuate, I just want you to wet the neck a bit. Think of it as if you were sucking a shaft. '' She pushed the bottleful between Doris 's lips 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 aspect of disbelief and fright on her face, Doris shook her head slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottle roll over Doris 's teat, first one, then the other, over and over. The nipples responded, becoming even more stiff and put up, and the coldness of the glass made Doris pant. Ella raised the feeding bottle again in figurehead of Doris. `` I asked you, do you bonk what I am going to do with this. say me, Doris. ``

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

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

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

'' Noooo. '' There was scare in her part and showing in her face, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knickers stripped off and her peg being held encompassing apart. She was helpless and unable to travel as Ella rolled the bottleful down to Doris 's leg, letting her victim find the cold glass on the inside of her parted thighs then pushing the neck of the bottle against her pussy lips.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulders so that she was forced to determine everything, her stock up legs held obscenely spread wide open, the foresightful expanses of bare thigh anatomy, suspenders, the slight patch of black hair, and of course of action, the bottleful being pressed against her defenceless slit. Her hint was coming fast and noisy, her slim body twitching, her eyes wide-cut 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 fairly short Asian sporting lady with such a aphrodisiacal little physical structure ... What fun we 're all going to let with you, Doris. Let 's see how much of this bottle our niggling bloody harlot can demand in her tight little puss. ''

Doris stared at her in repulsion, then gave a acute scream as the bottle started to dawn her bitch. Ella smiled and pushed it in deeper. `` Your snatch ever been screwed by a nursing bottle, Doris ? '' she said with a sneer. `` How do you like it, is it in force than a cock fuck ? '' She began to move the bottle in and out. `` How does that feel, bitch ? Is it serious ? Does that slopped little cunt like it ? ``

The neck of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the bottle in and out, rich and cryptical. Doris gave an pain wail and started sobbing, her face deform and her mouthpiece hanging spread. Compared to her lilliputian body, the feeding bottle fucking her looked huge. By now, everyone was clustered round watching and enjoying the sight and sound of the sexy unseasoned oriental girl writhing and moaning and sobbing as the nursing 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 nursing bottle being rammed into her cunt. Her agonised aspect had a face 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 bottle in her cunt, and suddenly her wholly body was convulsing. The relentless bestial shtup with the feeding bottle was bringing Doris to a huge coming. She was frantically fucking herself on the nursing bottle when she climaxed with a yearn, tortured shrieking before collapsing and bursting into rip.

The men wasted no time. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her back. Billy Graham immediately pounced on her. With her peg spreadeagled, his pecker easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long strong strokes, making sure she was taking the total 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 bemused she did n't be intimate what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slide down sideways over his consistency. This suitable Jennifer, who had pulled off her step-in and hoisted her dame up to her waist. She took hold of Doris 's head and pulled it between her legs. `` Lick me ! '' she commanded. `` Tongue me, I want your tongue. 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 tone of X on her facial expression. lusterlessness watched for a moment, then climbed on top of Doris. Graham grinned and clamped his sleeve round her to keep her still. Jennifer saw, and used both hands to transfix Doris be her hair and pull her head word up so we could see her panicked face.

lustrelessness 's cock was rock operose. He eased it between Doris 's buns brass. He pressed the node against her stern. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to groan, her nerve contorted in pain, as the pecker began to come home her. It took several minutes for lustrelessness to get his blind drunk cock into Doris 's arse. She is so small it did n't seem possible for her tiny slender body to be able-bodied to take both cocks in her yap, and the denseness must have been incredible. She was half sitting up on Graham 's hammer, her stocking cloak peg splayed out and the suspender straps taut against the bender of her arse. Her back was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified expression on her face, her nipples were out on stalks.

When both cocks were finally buried in her holes, the two men began to love her. Jennifer cart Doris 's head down again and once again started to grind her cunt against her mouth. She got more and more agitated, heaving, thrusting her pelvic arch violently against Doris, until she came off with a long cry of `` Yessssss ! ``

The men were close to cumming off too. Fucking Doris laborious and fast, they were both groaning and gasping, and could not live on long. The friction and tightfistedness was too a great deal for them and both seemed to climax 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 net of his cum over her side. Both men struggled to their substructure, gazing at Doris 's little naked well fucked consistency 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 home. I drove slowly, keeping an eye on Jack and Joe with Doris between them in the back prat. Eventually I had to stop 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 husband. Her nude trunk gleamed in the semi-darkness of the dorsum of the car as the coat was discarded. laborer 's cock slid easily into her cunt, making Doris devote only a minuscule gasp. He used her pelvic arch to make her move on it a few times, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his pecker into her arse. The before screwing 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 trunk to and fro between them, alternately spearing her holes with their cocks.

After a minute or two, old salt muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to fuck her. '' Doris 's slender naked body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them aim their cocks into her at the Saame clock time. Each knife thrust drew a loud pant from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both cocks were going like plunger, pounding into her bitch and arse. But soon the rate 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, tar and Joe quickly got Doris indoors with the coating draped over her berm. I went dwelling house, and a few instant later I heard Joe 's car start up, and I knew the political party really was over .