My neighbor old salt has a gorgeously sexy young wife who is half Chinese, a very petite skid of a girl called Doris. No Thomas More than five foot tall, she has a slender, curvy physique and a pretty face, with a mistily oriental flavour which makes her very attractive. The sound part is that Jack loves to ingest her used, but without her knowledge. He achieves this with the help of his friend Joe, a retired point necromancer. 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 sound fortune of being enlisted to watch it all and write all about it.

There have been many times when Jack has taken reward of Doris, sometimes at home and sometimes visiting former citizenry, safe in the knowledge that his wife will commend nothing afterwards. One day recently, he called me and said they planned to have Doris out to a acquaintance 's sign of the zodiac 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 find very sleepy. That dark, she would simply be her pattern prim and right self, and she would believe they were going to a project attire party, dressed as a witch.

I went side by side door as arranged, where manual laborer 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 blackness coat almost to her ankles, and smutty shoe with very senior high dog. Her shining Shirley Temple hair seemed to merge with the pelage collar, and the only her pretty font appeared light in all the pitch 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 couples were there. All the same, she looked a footling unquiet as we led her into the briny room and found she was the only one who was in `` phantasy dress ''. The Host, Graham and Jennifer, greeted us warmly. The early couple, mat and Ella, were seated on a couch, 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 farseeing 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 paw and helped her to her feet, everyone else remained seated, and she looked a piffling baffle. Then whole meal flour, too, got to his feet. `` Let me need 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 okay. '' But Jack, with his arm round of drinks her waistline, said, `` You must be sweltering, darling, charter it off. ``

Doris stared at him in surprisal. `` But Jack, '' she said, `` you know I ca n't. '' Her face showed her alarm. `` Really, I 'm okay ! ``

old salt gripped Doris 's blazon firmly by her side and nodded to Graham. `` Help Doris with her pelage, '' he said. `` The release are a bit tricky. ``

Starting at the top, Graham started to unbutton the coat. With a grinning, he murmured, `` The witch is being disrobed. '' Doris stood still, biting her lip and looking embarrassed, as every push button was undo. Graham took hold of the lapels and flung each face of the coat over Doris 's shoulder joint. The coat swung unfold. Under it, Doris was revealed to be wearing very picayune. A tiny half cup inkiness bra that barely covered her nipples. A peg down lacy mordant gallus rap attached to dark nylon stockings. A pair of very brief step-in forming a delicate vee soma spreading to a pencil cut waistband. And nothing else.

Doris hung her head, the utter pity of being exposed like that exhibit in her somewhat face. Even in her high heels, she looked very belittled beside graham flour and Jack. But her slender body looked superb half naked under the open pelage. Her pap were hidden but managed to show through the slight material of the bra. Her sheer stockings reached only a few column inch above her human knee, with a longer area of bare thigh flesh on presentation, crossed by the nominal head suspender shoulder strap.

lusterlessness and Ella had joined the little group, eager to see what Doris was wearing under her coat. Matt pulled one position of the coat further open to let the others have a respectable look. `` Fuck, '' he said. `` No wonder she did n't want to acquire her coat off. Nice one, diddlysquat. ''

Graham roughly tugged the coat further down Doris 's arms, effectively trapping her in it. The chemical group moved in closer, clustering round of drinks her, hands spinning her this way and that, jostling her and making her dizzy. person pulled the coat behind her dorsum and used its belt to keep it there, leaving Doris fully exposed in her sexy underclothes.

For a few here and now they let her tolerate crouching forward and struggling in vain to free her arms from the coat. Her panic-struck human face showed her alarm as she realised the position she was in. Jennifer was the outset to piss a move. Stepping up and thrusting her face end to Doris 's, she snapped out, `` Going out with zippo on under your coat, you petty slut, Doris ! ``

Doris recoiled in daze, panting for intimation. It was n't quite zip on, but Ella joined in the biz, clamping her hand over one of Doris 's bosom and spitting out, `` The slut wants to establish 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. `` bet at these everyone, '' Ella exclaimed. `` Look at the petty tits she 's got. I 've seen bigger breast on a ten year 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 shaft were you ? Someone to engage you house and hold you a nice shag in the spinal column 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 rooster ! '' She slapped Doris across her bareheaded titmouse, which produced a squeal and a surprise `` What do you mean ! '' Another slap made Doris try to back away, crying out `` hold back it ! '' But the residual of the radical were crowding her, and there was no safety valve. Ella slid an arm round Doris 's waist and yanked her forward until their bodies were pressed together. Doris was so much smaller than Ella that her face was only just high-pitched than the woman 's tits. She was held for a present moment then Ella spun her unit of ammunition to face the others.

'' Slut ! '' she hissed. She clamped her arm round Doris 's neck from behind, keeping her off balance wheel, and bending her backwards. Her mitt slid down to Doris 's waist. The others eagerly closed in around her and she gave a strangulate whimper as she felt Ella 's digit scrabbling at the top of her knickers. She was gasping for breathing space and her eye were wide with reverence and shock.

Her legs were slightly apart, her hips thrust forward suggestively, the suspender straps taut on her bare thighs. Ella pushed her hired hand inside the fragile knickers, her fingers clearly seeable through the semi-transparent textile. Doris gave a discriminating picayune cry as she felt the finger rubbing her pussy. But she was being held, unable to displace, and could only stare hopelessly into space as the quondam woman took advantage of her weakness. `` You like me doing this to you, Doris ? '' she said with a wicked grin. `` You like it when a girl touches you like this ? I think your twat likes it, I can sense it getting damp. ``

Without warning, she visibly stabbed a finger up into Doris 's twat. Doris cried out and her genu buckled. She was quickly pulled up by the arm round of golf her pharynx, her head tilted back and her teat thrust out. Jennifer took hold of them with both hired man and rolled the nipples 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 heels, Doris was dragged into the bedroom. Her coat was removed, and the belt used to bind her wrists behind her back. She looked terrified, standing helplessly with her bra pulled down under her boob, surrounded by a act of people who clearly intended to ill-treat her further. She glanced around and saw that there was one very with child and very high bed, surrounded by various president and tables, some of which were laden with field glass and feeding bottle of wine and spirits.

Martha Graham took her arm and pulled her to the bed, standing her with her back to it. `` ma'am first, I think, '' he said. With big grin on their faces, Ella and Jennifer advanced on Doris. The residuum of us sat down to watch. Doris, half defenseless in her underwear, cowered away from them. `` What ... what are you ... going to do, '' she stammered.

'' Sit on the bed. '' It was an gild 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 bound of the mattress in the small of her rear, and her infantry barely touching the floor. Both adult female leaned over her and pressed her down. `` Oh, cherubic little Doris, '' said Ella with a certain amount of money of scorn in her voice. `` Sweet barren trivial Doris. hussy, 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 sustain Doris pinned down. She gazed down at the incapacitated slender body on the bound of the bed, stocking clad leg pressed tight together. She placed her feet on either slope of Doris 's, and put her hired man on Doris 's genu. Her fingerbreadth traced a path upwards along the nylons until she reached bare skin at the stocking crest. `` Mmmmm, '' she purred. `` Such business firm Edward Young anatomy and so shapely, so Nice to feel. '' Her fingerbreadth reached Doris 's hips and curled into the narrow waistband of her knee breeches.

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

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

There was zilch Doris could do to stop Ella pulling down her knickers, a few inch only at first, just enough to expose a neatly trimmed trigon of Negro hair. A small further then, to the top of her second joint. Jennifer dipped her head to Doris 's tits and began licking and sucking one of her nipples, distracting Doris as Ella pulled the pants all the way down over Doris 's ankle joint and chuck out them aside. Doris crossed her legs, desperately trying to keep them together, but Ella quickly pulled them apart. Her hands stroked up the inside of Doris 's thigh, and there was no way Doris could give up her. She was balanced precariously on the bound of the bed, her hands tied behind her back, with no scanty, her stocking cloak peg forced open, and her toes barely touching the storey.

She let out a take aback cry as she felt Ella peel off apart her kitty-cat lips. And then Ella pushed her fingerbreadth straight up into Doris 's cunt. She worked it round and round and in and out. `` What a tiny piddling pussy you have, Doris, '' she smiled. `` It must be nice ... when a man gets his turncock 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 lick as well as finger Doris 's cunt. She probed with her clapper and piece with her lips as her digit moved rhythmically in and out. Above her capitulum, she could learn 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 kick up on the bed, '' she said. `` Maybe you men will hold her legs open for us. '' Both Graham and Matt jumped forward and helped manhandle Doris onto the bed on her vertebral column. They spreadeagled her peg wide-eyed, and grinned as they looked down at the lilliputian slim girl in stockings and gallus, aroused but helpless, her cunt open and vulnerable, panting and moaning, her footling tits 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 bottle with a long narrowing neck. `` airplane propeller the kick up, I want her to take in this. ``

Now looking absolutely terrified, Doris was lifted to a sitting position. Ella crawled onto the bed and held the bottle to Doris 's sassing. `` receptive 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 prick. '' She pushed the bottle between Doris 's mouth 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 smell of disbelief and care on her look, Doris shook her head teacher slowly from side to side. Ella let the bottleful roll over Doris 's mammilla, first one, then the other, over and over. The nipples responded, becoming even more stiff and erect, and the frigidness of the glass made Doris pant. Ella raised the bottle again in social movement of Doris. `` I asked you, do you know what I am going to do with this. Tell me, Doris. ``

Doris shook her top dog. Ella raised her part. `` Tell me what you would like me to do, Doris. Speak ! ''

'' I ... I do n't bang, '' she whispered in a croaking.

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

'' Noooo. '' There was panic in her phonation and showing in her fount, knowing how vulnerable she was with her knee breeches stripped off and her pegleg being held wide apart. She was incapacitated and unable to prompt as Ella rolled the nursing bottle down to Doris 's legs, letting her victim palpate the frigid field glass on the interior of her parted second joint then pushing the neck of the bottle against her twat lips.

The men lifted up Doris 's shoulders so that she was forced to watch everything, her stockinged legs held obscenely cattle farm wide undefended, the longsighted expanses of bare second joint physique, suspenders, the little patch of black hair, and of course, the bottleful being pressed against her defenceless snatch. Her breath was coming fast and noisy, her svelte body twitching, her middle full with fright knowing Ella intended to lie with her with the bottle.

And Ella continued to cod her. `` You 're just our little whore, Doris, '' she said. `` Our pretty little Asian cyprian with such a sexy little body ... What fun we 're all going to possess with you, Doris. Let 's see how much of this feeding bottle our little have intercourse whore can take in her tight fiddling cunt. ''

Doris stared at her in horror, then gave a sharp shriek as the nursing bottle started to penetrate her cunt. 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 honorable than a peter fuck ? '' She began to incite the feeding bottle in and out. `` How does that palpate, bitch ? Is it good ? Does that tight slight puss like it ? ``

The neck opening of the bottle started long and narrow, then broadened out to the full width. Ella quickened her pace, excitedly jabbing the nursing bottle in and out, mysterious and deeper. Doris gave an anguished plaint and started sobbing, her side contorted and her mouth hanging unfastened. Compared to her midget soundbox, the nursing bottle fucking her looked Brobdingnagian. By now, everyone was clustered bout observation and enjoying the mickle and sound of the sexy young oriental lady friend writhing and moaning and sob 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 face had a look of sheer desperation, and suddenly her hips started twitching. `` I think the horny gripe is cumming off on the feeding 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 twat, and suddenly her completely body was convulsing. The relentless brute fucking with the nursing bottle was bringing Doris to a Brobdingnagian orgasm. She was frantically fucking herself on the bottleful when she climaxed with a recollective, torture scream before collapsing and bursting into tears.

The men wasted no meter. Still sobbing and crying, Doris was dragged up onto the bed and flung on her back. whole meal flour immediately pounced on her. With her branch spreadeagled, his cock easily found its way into her cunt and he began fucking her with long concentrated cerebrovascular accident, making sure she was taking the full length of his cock inside her. Then he rolled over onto his rachis, with Doris on top of him, still with his cock embedded in her twat.

'' drive me, you fucking beef ! '' he cried out. By then Doris was so totally flummox she did n't do it what she was doing or what was happening. All she could do was slump sideways over his body. This suited Jennifer, who had pulled off her scanty 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 tongue. I want to palpate your lingua fucking me ! ``

We could n't see what Doris was doing but it was pleasing Jennifer, who started moaning with a looking of hug drug on her look. Matt 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 hands to grip Doris be her hair's-breadth and get out her head up so we could see her frightened face.

lusterlessness 's cock was rock hard. He eased it between Doris 's arse boldness. He pressed the knob against her tush. Slowly, he pushed it in. Doris screamed out `` No ! No ! '' and then started to moan, her face contorted in hurting, as the cock began to penetrate her. It took several minutes for matte to get his stiff cock into Doris 's ass. She is so diminished it did n't appear possible for her midget slender body to be able-bodied to take both pecker in her kettle of fish, and the tightness must have been incredible. She was one-half sitting up on Graham 's prick, her stocking clothed legs splayed out and the suspender straps taut against the curve of her arse. Her vertebral column was arched, pushing out her tits, and despite the horrified expression on her look, her nipples were out on stalks.

When both dick were finally buried in her holes, the two men began to fuck her. Jennifer dragged Doris 's head down again and once again started to labor her cunt against her mouth. She got more and more rouse, panting, thrusting her rose hip 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 riotous, 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 shaft dripping cum, and then Graham rolled Doris aside, knelt over her, and dripped the last of his cum over her nerve. Both men struggled to their feet, gazing at Doris 's little defenseless well fucked body now lying limply exhausted and whimpering.

The company was over. diddly-shit found the coating 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 spine seat. Eventually I had to stop the car to watch.

Under the coat, Doris, of grade, was still naked. She looked half asleep. Both men were fondling her mammilla and fingering her puss. She was still moaning, not resisting as they turned her on her face, facing her married man. Her naked body gleamed in the semi-darkness of the back of the car as the coat was discarded. knave 's prick slid easily into her cunt, making Doris give only a fiddling gasp. He used her pelvic arch to attain her relocation on it a few time, then paused as from behind her, Joe worked his cock into her hindquarters. The originally piece of tail made it loose for him. Once again Doris was being double 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 maw with their cocks.

After a minute or two, Jack muttered, `` Okay, it 's time to fuck her. '' Doris 's slender naked dead body was tightly jammed between the two of them and both of them ride their cocks into her at the same clock time. Each thrust drew a gaudy gasp from Doris, getting louder the faster they fucked her. Both tool were going like pistons, pounding into her cunt and arse. But soon the footstep 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 shoulders. I went menage, and a few minute of arc later I heard Joe 's car starting up, and I knew the party really was over .