To depend at her, you would reckon Doris is a small, pretty, slightly oriental person looking vernal lady. half Formosan, with sinister hair and a slim fiddling body with shapely legs and small pert senior high school set tits that look good on her petite frame. She really ca n't help looking sexy. And she is conjoin to my friend and neighbour, Jack.

For some fourth dimension now, gob has had the desire to see his endearing Young wife used, so long as she remembers aught about it afterwards. He found the perfective way to achieve this by making friends with a rather elderly man who once had a level act as a magician. Joe could still put people under, and was of course delighted to aid sea dog, with Doris as his occasional payoff. My function in all this is to observe and record for posterity everything that happens.

diddly-shit has enjoyed having this set up several time. Sometimes it has been merely inviting one or two guests to enjoy having Doris to flirt with, sometimes his plan have been Sir Thomas More lucubrate. Our in style adventure involved some of his champion acting out a vista for him.

Doris was told that Joe and I were dropping by, and she kindly gave us coffee and biscuits, before Joe used his conjuring trick on her. She was told to go and get dressed as we were all going a political party, a ploy that was used quite often.

manual laborer took her out of the room to get set up, and Joe explained to me what today 's architectural plan was. We were taking Doris to one of Jack 's friends. She would act normally, but not recognise anyone except Jack, who she would think was her boy friend. And she would do everything that mariner told her, without interrogative sentence, even if she felt she should n't, even if she felt she did n't want to. It was going to be an worry evening, and afterwards, Doris would remember nothing about it.

When Jack brought his wife back into the room, I had to pant. Doris is very slim, and only about five feet tall, even in the stiletto heel cad she was wearing. Jack had dressed her in a shirt and tie, and the shirt was a little bit fuddled. It was also very thin cotton, and Doris was not wearing a bra. Her nipples were easily seen through the flimsy material. She was wearing sour stockings to mid thigh, with suspenders. Her little bird did n't quite reach the stockings, leaving a tiny sliver of bare skin visible above the stocking teetotum. The overall effect, from her somewhat oriental person face to her high hound, was that Doris was a slutty schoolgirl showing virtually of her asset, and obviously making herself available.

We set off, and Doris, in her bemused DoS, did not appear concerned at all about her appearance. We were shown into a way furnished only by three large lounge arranged in a trilateral. Our host, grade, had two other Edgar Albert Guest, another man introduced as Walter, and a woman, Tara.

There was plenteous quad for the seven of us to be seated on the three lounge. attending, of course, was focused on Doris, innocently unaware she was to be our little schoolish plaything for the evening. She sat beside Tara on one of the couches, peg crossed and rather carelessly showing quite a reach of stocking clad thigh, suspender straps and bare skin. Tara put her mitt on Doris 's stifle and smilingly asked, `` Are you ready to enjoy yourself, Doris ? ``

Doris looked puzzled at the doubt, but hesitantly nodded. Tara looked around at us. `` Well, she 's certainly a cunning trivial thing. I 'm for certain she 'll consecrate us a lot of fun tonight. ``

Doris, still looking puzzled, frowned at her. Tara stared back. `` Have n't they told you, Doris ? ``

Doris murmured, `` Told me what ? ``

Tara laughed. `` Why you 're here, and that I 'm going ... to have sex you. ``

Doris 's eyes went all-inclusive. `` What ? '' she exclaimed.

'' Do n't vex, honey, '' Tara purred. `` You 'll enjoy it. A sexy little thing like you gets a lot of ass, do n't you. ``

Doris looked aghast. `` No ! '' she said. `` What makes you think ... '' Her voice tailed away as she looked daily round at the rest of us. Tara put her arm stave Doris 's shoulder and pulled her ending. `` bet at the way you 're dressed, Doris, '' she said. `` Showing off those little pap like that. And your stockings. And I bet all the men here can see all the way up this matter you call a bird. ``

Doris looked across at Jack, her supposed boy ally. `` Just do whatever Tara tells you, Doris, '' he said with a grin.

Doris looked warily at Tara. `` I do n't understand, '' she said. `` What are you telling me ? ``

Tara 's expression changed. She took appreciation of a clump of Doris 's fuzz and turned her read/write head to and fro. `` You are going to do everything I tell you to, Doris, '' she said harshly. `` Do you understand that ? ``

'' You 're hurting me ! '' Doris exclaimed. Then she added, `` Yes, I understand. ``

Tara still has a clasp of Doris by the fuzz. `` Right, love, '' she said. `` First, we do n't need knickers, do we. contract them off. ``

'' What ! '' Doris cried out. Tara yanked Doris 's head about. `` I said, get hold of off your knickers, Doris ! ``

Doris hesitated for a moment, but she knew she had to obey. Trying to be discreet, she kept her legs close together, put her hands behind her back under her chick, and wriggled her pants down her thighs. Her brass showed her embarrassment and disbelief that she was baring her kitty-cat in this style. When she had finished, Tara told her to stand up. She took clasp of Doris 's wrists and pulled, until Doris was bent double and their faces were almost touching. `` Everyone 's looking at your arse, Doris, '' she hissed. `` Do you think they like what they see ? ``

trembling, Doris croaked a suffering `` I ... do n't cognise. ``

Tara jerked Doris 's wrists and Doris tumbled helplessly across her lap, face down. Tara flipped the tiny wench up above Doris 's shank. `` fountainhead, I 'm sure they like what they can see now, '' she said. She held her tiny captive in space with one hired hand, and ran the early up and down the back of Doris 's thighs, and patted her neat rounded buttocks. `` Let the men see what you 've got between your ramification, little girl, '' she said. `` Feet apart. ``

Doris seemed reluctant to open her legs, and instead there came a soft moan of `` No, delight, no. ``

Tara smacked her hand down on Doris 's bare bottom. `` I told you to spread out them ! '' she said sharply. `` Do it ! ``

Doris made a half hearted attempt to obey. Tara slithered her hand up the inside of Doris 's thigh, from nylon stocking to bare flesh, then on until her fingers were touching Doris 's pussy. She rubbed up and down the cunt, then curled her hand and probed between the mouth. Little by little, she inched her digit in. `` Oh, Doris honey, '' she exclaimed. `` What a sweet small puss ! So tight ! No wonder all the boys like screwing you ! You must be a great ride ! ``

She slapped Doris 's bare bottom and pulled her just by grabbing her hair. She kept Doris arched backwards as she undid the clit of her shirt and removed it. The pert little tits were the next object of her attention. She caressed them, fondled them, tweaked Doris 's tit, and finally bent her question to blow on them. Doris was making little groan sound, unable to move while Tara worked on her. When she finally sat back, Doris 's nipples were stiff and erect, and Doris was panting.

'' Now then, Doris, '' Tara said, `` You sit on the lounge. open your wooden leg. ``

As Doris slowly and reluctantly obeyed her, Tara knelt between the outstretched leg and bent her principal to Doris 's pussycat. She began to lick. Doris looked horror-struck and clasped her own brain with both hands as Tara started to tongue fuck her. She moaned and gasped helplessly until Tara raised her headspring. With a big grin on her facial expression, she said, `` Well, Doris, now I 've got your cunt nice and wet, let 's see if I can get two finger's breadth into it. ``

With her center fixed on Doris 's shocked look, her mitt crept along Doris 's thigh. Her middle digit easily penetrated the exposed cunt and made Doris gasp. She pulled back, twisted her hired hand bout, and pushed two digit hard into the waiting puss. Doris cried out and Tara laughed. She dug her fingers deep into Doris 's cunt and began to feel fuck her hard and quick. Doris let out a surprise wail and her side contorted.

Tara kept on laughing then said, `` short little girl, I ca n't wait to fuck you properly. '' She reached for Doris 's wrist and pulled her hand down. `` romp with yourself, '' she commanded. `` keep open that crocked little twat hot and aroused while I get fix. ``

Doris sat still as a statue on the sharpness of the couch, in her stockings and high heels, her feet on the floor, her wooden leg parted, her hand merely covering her pussy. She was staring into space, paying no tending to everyone sitting opposite eagerly watching her. Then Tara re-appeared. She had stripped to a corset, her stockings attached, her blackguard even eminent than Doris 's. The corset left her breasts fully exposed. Round her waist was fastened a harness holding a long, thick, Joseph Black, cock shaped dildo. It jutted straight out, bobbing slightly as she advanced on Doris.

'' This is for you, honey, '' she said.

Doris looked towards it and her eyes went wide. `` I do n't ... I do n't translate, '' she said hesitantly.

Tara 's grin was almost a sneer. `` Do n't act like an innocent petty school girl, '' she said. `` You came here tonight, dressed like a tart. You know very well what this is, what it 's for ... and where it 's going. ``

Doris turned towards us. `` jackass ! '' she cried out plaintively. But Jack sat still, silent and grin, enjoying watching his half naked wife cowering on the couch.

Tara towered over her and grabbed a handful of her hair. She twisted Doris round of drinks to face her with the dildo almost touching her. `` Suck it, Doris, '' she said. `` give it a suck like you do with a real cock. '' She pressed the dildo against Doris 's oral cavity and pushed. The bellying top dog disappeared between her backtalk before Doris could close her backtalk. Tara twitched her rose hip and the dildo moved deeper. Still holding Doris 's head, Tara moved the fake pecker backwards and forwards, forcing it deeper into Doris 's sass. `` Suck it, slut, '' she said. `` Lick it, suck it, I want it all wet. ``

She stood arrogantly, her pelvis drive forward, moving Doris 's headway to and fro, making it search like Doris was actually sucking the fake cock. Eventually, she pulled back and freed the dildo. Doris was panting and breathing hard, her cheek flushed. Tara stared down at her. `` Now, bitch, it 's time for you find out how good this dildo feels when it 's between your legs. ``

With her mitt still grasping a clump of Doris 's hair, she pulled Doris to her feet and dragged her to the side of the couch, and pushed her face down over the arm. When Doris tried to place upright up, she was roughly pushed back. Tara 's hand smacked down hard on Doris 's bare keister. `` You stay like that, squawk ! '' Tara said with some anger in her voice. `` Or I 'll whip your bum so firmly you wo n't be able to sit down ! ``

Doris whimpered and tried again to turn and get up. Another hard slap on her arse made Doris cry out and collapse over the arm. Tara said, `` Why are you struggling, Doris ? You 're a nice friendly girl, are n't you ? You 'll do anything for anybody, so why not be friendly with me ? '' She leaned over Doris and pushed her head into the seat of the couch. `` Maybe you 're just a piece of tail whore, Doris, '' she went on in a harsh voice. `` I know you take hammer from anybody that wants your cunt, now I want it, and I 'm going to fucking take it. ``

And so, with Doris whimpering and her petite helpless physical structure hang over the arm of the couch, Tara pressed the dildo between her cheeks, even turning slightly to let us all see the dildo pressing between her snatch lips as it started to perforate her. Tara pushed the fatheaded blackened dildo in slowly, hearing Doris 's whine becoming moans, pushing it deeper and deeper until almost all of it was inside. She paused then, running her handwriting up and down Doris 's back, ending up holding her by the hip joint. Then, with a sudden final hard thrust, she slammed the rest of the pecker into Doris. Doris let out a sharp cry as Tara 's second joint slapped against her ass cheek. The hanker midst dildo was filling and stretching her, but Doris 's tight little slit was able to take it.

Tara drew back slowly, then rammed the dildo menage again. Doris 's cry this time was louder and longer. Tara leaned over her, keeping the whole duration buried in her bitch. `` How does that feel, Doris ? '' she said. `` Like it ? require some more ? '' She drew back slowly, letting almost all the dildo withdraw, then slammed it back hard. Doris uttered a little screeching. `` Oh Doris, '' Tara smiled. `` You do like it. You 're such a good niggling fille taking this big fat cock all the way up your snatch. '' Once more she drew back slowly, sliding most of the dildo out. And once more she drove it back hard, her thighs slapping against Doris.

She gave Doris two or three more thrusting like that, and each driving force brought out a luxuriously pitched cry, and each push jolted Doris 's slender body against the sofa. Then she began fucking Doris with shorter, quicker, poking, and Doris 's vociferation became a unvarying moaning.

Suddenly Tara pulled out. She grabbed Doris by the haircloth again and dragged her to the figurehead of the sofa. Doris started crying. Tara jerked her nous up and said, `` Now, my petty cunt, it 's your round. You do the fucking. ``

She sat down on the edge of the couch and pulled Doris on top of her. The dildo was between Doris 's thighs, and Tara guided it up into her cunt. `` Now ride me, bitch ! '' Tara said loudly. `` Ride my prick, you fucking little whore ! Fuck yourself on it, fuck yourself until you cum on it ! ``

Panting hard, Doris started moving herself on the dildo. She was crying and looked terrified, but there was no doubtfulness she liked to feel that dildo in her cunt. She wanted it. Her hips were grinding on it faster and faster. Her foreland tilted back and she was almost frantic in her crusade. Her cum must give birth been strong, she wailed and sat vertical, her hip moving so fast Tara had to hold her in place.

When she began to chill out down, Tara kept a clench on her. The next part of diddly-shit 's plan was about to begin.

The dildo was embedded in Doris 's bitch and Doris had slumped over Tara, exhausted by her campaign in making herself cum. She tried to lift herself up and Tara quickly pulled her back down. `` We 're not through with you yet, bitch, '' she said with a snarl. `` We 're having a lot Sir Thomas More fun with you before we 're finished. ``

With a distraught spirit on her facial expression, Doris slumped forward again and closed her centre. Tara looked past her and smiled. `` I think our aphrodisiac little whore wants more fun, '' she said. `` She 's only cum once, and she absolutely loves taking cock, so if we fuck her some more maybe we can get her to cum off again. '' She had her coat of arms daily round Doris, and one-half turned the small-scale body sideways to scupper Doris 's breast. `` Look, her nipples are still rock hard, '' she said. `` The unclean little slit is still corneous, she 's ready for more. Somebody give the strumpet a cock to suck ! ``

unseen by Doris, German mark and Bruno Walter had stripped. Having just watched Doris riding Tara 's strapon, their hammer were inflexible. Walter climbed on the couch and knelt beside Tara and Doris. Tara smiled when she saw the size and hardness of his stopcock. `` Open your centre, Doris, '' she purred. `` see what Bruno Walter 's got for you. ``

Doris slowly turned her head and gasped when she saw the putz beside her face. Tara gave her instructions. `` Hold it in your helping hand, Doris. '' With a moan and a rather dismay feel on her face, Doris tentatively reached out her hand. Her slenderize minuscule fingers took hold of the shaft.

'' Wank it, Doris, '' Tara commanded. Doris obediently began to prompt her hired hand up and down slowly, and Tara went on, `` Now take it in your back talk and suck him off. ``

Doris stopped wanking him and looked up at Walter. Walter looked back down at her. `` Do it, bitch, '' he growled. `` Wank me and suck me off, you picayune puss. '' Doris whimpered, and then started to wank him again. The cock was almost touching her sassing, and it was simple for Walter to still forward until Doris was taking it in her backtalk. Once more her hair was gripped and her psyche jerked to and fro, forcing the hammer in and out between her lips, fucking her mouth.

Behind her, soft touch ran his finger's breadth up and down between Doris 's fill out arse boldness. Even with her talk full of cock, Doris gasped as she realised mortal else was touching her. Tara clutched Doris tightly to keep her from moving, Bruno Walter had both hands gripping her fountainhead, and Mark had staring freedom. He gently eased his middle finger's breadth into Doris 's exposed arse.

knave got up and came closer to learn. Joe and I joined him, clustering round of golf to get a salutary view of Doris getting her hind end finger fucked by Mark. She was making gurgling noises as Walter made her take the whole length of his cock in her mouth. Tara 's dildo was still buried in her cunt. And we knew that we were about to see her smashed little trunk fucked up the seat by Mark 's cock.

Mark had managed to get two finger in her before he pulled them out and promote his prick against her tooshie. There was a muffled scream from Doris as she realised what he was trying to do. She tried to worm and wriggle but she was being held firmly by Walter and Tara. Crouching over Doris, Mark forced his rooster past the rim and slowly edged it deeper, his upper consistence lying along her back. Doris was now helplessly sandwiched between Tara and Mark, being replicate penetrated by peter and dildo, and having her brass fucked at the same time.

Bruno Walter suddenly gasped out, `` I 'm cumming ! I 'm gon na realise the cunt deglutition ! '' His arse started frantically jerking and Doris was taking the whole cock in her sass. She started choking on it and Walter pulled back, the terminal spirt of cum hitting her wide-cut on the face.

mark by now was shagging Doris 's arse hard, and Tara joined in by thrusting upwards as practiced she could. She was panting too, but she gasped out, `` Are you cumming Doris ? Cum for us ! Cum, Doris, cum ! ``

old salt pushed his hand between Doris and Tara. `` I 'll make water the little whore cum, '' he grunted. His hand found Doris 's clit, and Doris wailed as he started to rub and squeeze it. Her consistence started jerking, more than the jolting she was getting from the forcefulness of the two cocks fucking her. The triple military action of hammer and dildo fucking her holes and sea dog rubbing and pinching her clit was enough to bring Doris off. Mark stopped fucking her, but Doris carried on. She was frantic, out of control condition, desperately working her hole on the dick filling them, her psyche rolling about, her back arching, her cries loud and invariable. Her wailing stopped when she climaxed, her mouth wide open in a mum scream, her posterior jerking spasmodically, the rest of her slender little consistency rigid.

She came down from her coming sobbing and trousering and moaning, utterly exhausted. scrape and Tara disentangled themselves and left her sprawled on the lounge, still wearing her blackguard and with her stockings and suspenders inviolate and her diminutive skirt still up around her waist. She did n't move until jackfruit lifted her to a sitting position and told her to get dressed.

Tara, now herself dressed, chatted with Jack. `` What a good small fucker she is, '' she said. `` She gets quite worked up, does n't she. If you ever want to see her getting fucked again, bring her to me, I can make trusted she gets it skillful and hard any way you want it. ``

diddly-squat said he would screw that and would certainly be in touch, and we managed to get Doris bundled into the car to carry her family .