Control Parts 1-11

Control
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

“HEY babe! Did you decide?” Deli’s voice was chock full of dubious mischief.

Kami, her delicate foot hiked up on the bed as she rolled the black fishnet stocking up her leg, grinned her widest conspiratorial grin. “Weeeeeeeeeeeelllll . . . . .kinda. I mean, it sounds like a lot of fun. And I do love to yank his chain! So, . . . . yeah! I think I will!”

“So how you going to start this all out?” Deli’s voice dropped a few notes, preparing herself for some really good saucy gossip.

“I think I will start out fucking him to death!” Both women broke into peals of laughter. Kami continued, “YOU know, . . . . keep pushing him for more and more sex till he finally begs me to let him sleep. Then, . . . . .hmmmm . . .. I think I will keep pushing him, maybe pout a lot, start making him feel guilty about not being able to meet my needs sexually. Of course I can’t cum with him the whole time I am pulling this off.” Struggling to keep her small cell phone in the crook of her neck, Kami put her fishnet covered, nicely shaped leg down, then started working on pulling up the stocking for her other leg.

“You going to wear panties tonight babe?”

Kami could hear the lust building in Deli’s voice. “I don’t know! What do YOU think I should wear, Deli? After all, this is more YOUR idea than mine!”

“Oh Kams, you know deep down that you want to be a slut like I used to be! Just think . . . . . after we convince our husbands that we need to be able to cheat around on them so they can have some peace and quiet, we will be set! Right babe?” Deli seemed preoccupied for a few seconds, then added, “He’s HUGE!”

“You talking about Dean now, or are you fibbing about your hubby’s cock?” Kami giggled into the phone as she fastened her stocking tops. “Bra or no bra?” she asked.

“Definitely no bra. How much cleavage are you putting out there for everyone to see, honey?”

“You can see the bottom of my breast when I lean over. Think that’s enough to make him watch after me?”

Deli pictured her friend for a few seconds. “Hey, babe, wear a string thong so you can take it off in the car on the way home and make Marky go nuts with lust. Men like it when you do something like that with other people around. Just take it off before you drop Ken and his Barbi doll off. I can’t believe you are double dating with them! GAWD!”

“I can’t believe that we are double dating at all! How juvie is that? GAWD!” Kami shuddered even as she smiled. Ken had a really nice ass! He was one of the men that she intended to jump after she got her freedom. “So thong huh? Black?”

“Yeah, black! It will show up really well in the dark against your pale skin. You wearing perfume?”

“Yes, that perfume we bought the other day.”

Kami looked at the tiny bottle that had cost her sixty bucks. But Deli had reassured her that men go nuts for it, so she splurged. She had her whole heart in this endeavor.

“OK, . . . . . now which DRESS? The red one or the black one? You feel like being dominant or being slinky and sexy tonight?” Deli felt her moisture gathering as she pictured her friend getting ready to turn slut.

Kami thought for a moment, then replied, “Black, definitely black, slinky and sexy, too soon to be dominant with Mark. I need to wear his dick out before I can start telling him what to do.”

Deli chirped in surprise. Her friend was catching on quickly.



Control Two
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Kami was secretly delighted when Ken opened the car door for his girlfriend, then went around the car to sit in the left seat behind the driver.

As soon as the car was underway, she turned in her seat, ostensibly so that she could converse with the couple in the back seat. But she knew that by twisting her body slightly, and dipping her left shoulder as she looked through the gap between the bucket seats into the back seat, Ken would be able to ogle most of her plump breast without his date being any the wiser.

To her delight, as if in confirmation, his eyes immediately dropped to her white exposed orb. Her eyes watched his eyes struggle not to stare at what she was so eagerly displaying for his enjoyment. Excited by his attentions, she raised her left leg and placed it on the seat beside her, leaving her right leg down, allowing her lucky voyeur to see the tops of her stockings and beyond.

Poor Ken was having a hard time not starring too hard. If he did, his girlfriend might get suspicious and ruin his lucky adventure. He was enjoying Kami’s charms too much to forfeit them.

Still chatting with the couple in the back seat, Kami reached over and began to caress her husband’s thigh as he drove. Kami knew that each caressing movement on her husband’s thigh caused her shoulder to move just like she had practiced in the mirror, which in turn gave Ken fleeting views of her turgid ruby nipple. Out of the corner of her eye she could see she was being rewarded by a shadow forming in his crotch. She idly wondered just how big his was. She fully intended to find out tonight.

Kami knew she had plenty of time before they would arrive at their destination, so she took her time, her fingers slowly, . . . . . agonizingly slowly, . . . . . . getting closer and closer to her husband’s cute little cock. She could see his face tensing as she got within an inch or so of it.

She felt excitement unlike she had ever felt before. It seemed to start in her groin and shoot up in little electric flashes to her tummy and nipples.

Her husband visibly jumped the first time her teasing fingers came in contact with his tumescence.

Kami was pretty certain that Ken’s girlfriend was watching her hand. Kami smiled to herself, hoping the woman behind her would watch everything that she had planned for her husband.

Her fingers traveled slowly up and down his short shaft. It was only a few inches, after all! Her husband was distinctly uncomfortable with her actions, but was too turned on to object.

Reaching across with both hands, she unzipped his trousers, then caressed his cock through his whitey-tightey underpants. She kept her eyes on Ken’s face while she tantalized her husband’s pulsing wee-wee.

Ken’s wide eyes kept looking first at Kami’s exposed titty, then traveled down her arm, obviously fantasizing what she was doing to her husband, and then back to her nearly exposed pussy. His mouth was hanging open as his lurid mind fantasized about what this sexy good-looking woman was doing. He would periodically surreptitiously scrunch down a little bit to see if indeed he could actually see her pussy, obviously wondering if it were uncovered or pantied, how wet she was, would he be able to touch her cunt tonight while they danced? His mind began to fantasize about fucking her in the parking lot behind the club.

Kami decided it was time. She fished her husband’s penis out of his underwear and stroked it au’ natural. She could hear Ken’s girlfriend muffled gasp when she saw the little head of Mark’s penis being brought out into the open.

Kami used her first finger and thumb to slowly stroke up and down his cocklet. It felt so disappointingly small to her. Her husband’s face and back became more and more rigid as she slowly jacked him off, barely touching his cock, her touches light and feathery.

Mark could not stop himself, his hips began to move in time to his wife’s sensuous movements. He felt his face begin to grimace. He knew he was not going to be able to hold it, he felt his balls begin to churn, his asshole tighten, and his cock begin to jerk.

Kami reached up and took the wheel as her husband came harshly, his whole body pulsing, his eyes closed in delirious ecstasy. He tried his best to grunt as softly as he could during his semi-public orgasm.

Trying to salve his wounded pride, Kami’s humiliated husband told himself that considering the circumstances, he had been able to maintain a semblance of propriety.

A few drops of her husband’s expended crème ran down over Kami’s fingers. The rest of his spurtings were in the process of soaking into his underwear and the front of his dark slacks.

When her husband seemed to have recovered his senses, she released the steering wheel back over to him. Everything was proceeding perfectly!

Turning her attention back to the rear seat, Kami slowly, sensuously licked her husband’s sperm off of her fingers as she stared unabashedly at Ken’s astonished eyes. She winked at him just before she moved her eyes lower, deliberately staring at his tented crotch. She could see his excitement twitching rhythmically under the fabric of his trousers. She looked back up to his eyes and winked at him again, then wrinkled her nose as she smiled her most wicked, wanton smile, her lascivious tongue making a show of catching every last splash of her husband’s cummies.

Ken was beside himself. He could hardly breathe he was so turned on. He did not even sense his girlfriend’s low gasping gurgles of desperately restrained orgasm.

Kami’s husband was trying his best to stay alert at the wheel. He had cum so hard! Harder, more intensely, than he could ever remember cumming before. Somehow, knowing that the people in the back seat knew what this wife was doing to him made his orgasm all that much more intense.

He thanked goodness that they were almost to the dance club!




Control Three
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Upon entering the dance club, Kami had immediately lead her husband, and Ken and his date, to a round corner-table where they could see the dance floor, but also had a bit of privacy. As they all slid into their chairs, Ken excitedly made certain that he was sitting to the left of Kami and somewhat across the table from his good friend, Mark. The four of them were grouped together on the far side of the table away from the dance floor.

Within a few short moments, Kami had her hand on her husband’s thigh, already caressing his still sensitive skin through his slacks. Her other hand was already on Ken’s thigh, hidden from view under the table, investigating his bulge.

Ken had startled a bit when she first touched his sensitivity, but had quickly settled down as her inquisitive fingers caressed his growing need.

Her experienced fingers were producing magical results. Afraid he would cum before long, Ken asked his girlfriend to dance.

Kami and Mark watched the couple as they tried to meld into one dancing couple. Kami could immediately see that Ken’s date was not a woman who could yield control to a man. She simply could not follow his lead. An increasingly frustrated Ken felt his bulge quickly receded to its normal shadowy presence.

Kami leaned over and put her head on her husband’s shoulder, sighing softly into his ear. “Baby, want to dance with me?”

“Oh gawd honey, let me relax for a bit. I came so hard in the car that I am absolutely wiped.” He kissed her forehead in apology.

“OK, . . . . . . well, . . . . . is it OK if I dance with some of the other guys then, honey, since you aren’t up to it?” Kami poked her lower lip out, appearing to pout. Just a slight pout, but enough of one that made Mark feel like he was not living up to his side of the bargain on their date.

“OK, . . . . .Uh, sure honey, have fun. I will dance with you as soon as I rest a bit more, OK? . . . . . . . Gawd I came hard!” A tiny shivered seized him for a brief second at the memory of the intensity of his extravagant orgasm. Then he slumped into his chair, relieved he didn’t have to be too physically active for a few more moments. He smiled wanly at Kami’s still pouting face.

Kami then kissed him happily on his cheek and pranced out onto the dance floor, looking her best come-hither look at one of the cute guys at a nearby table. The man grinned as he quickly got up and joined her on the dance floor.

The next song was a slow one, so Kami put her arm into his and held him out on the dance floor, indicating that she wanted to dance the slow dance with him. She held her wedding ring out so it was obvious that she was married. There was something about doing that little act of honesty that made Kami feel a coursing heat in her lower abdomen. Her dance partner gladly encircled her waist, pulling her close, his eyes staring down her delectable cleavage. Encouraged by her willingness to come to him easily, his hands quickly went down on to her bum and pulled her crotch tightly to his.

Kami reciprocated by snuggling her pubic bone up against his growing member. She giggled happily up at him as she smiled her welcome at his advances. “Like what you see big guy?” she murmured, her eyes locked onto his. “That’s my husband over there, but don’t worry, I jacked him off just before we got here, so he is wiped out!”

The man started laughing. He could not believe his luck! He was somehow dancing with gorgeous married woman who obviously was out on the town looking for a quickie! He thanked his lucky stars. “So your looking for a good time tonight eh? Got a hubby that doesn’t measure up? Need more than you’re getting? My friends and I can definitely help you out, Doll!” He began to rub his erection crudely up and down, as though plowing her cleft.

Kami didn’t really mind being plowed like a fertile field, nor being called Doll for that matter, but it did give her leverage to negotiate time, until she had her Marky eating out of her hand, so to speak. As soon as the song ended, she disentangled herself from his strong arms, murmuring excuses, and sashayed back to her own table where her husband was still slouched back, his eyes half closed. She was not sure if he had been watching her lewd movements.

“Did you have fun babe?” he asked faintly, hoping he would still get a little more rest before he had to get up and dance with her.

She kissed his cheek again and smiled at him. “I did! Thanks baby! . . . .. . But don’t worry honey, you don’t have to dance with me tonight if you aren’t up to it. There are lots of guys out her that will meet my needs.” She kissed his cheek again and looked down to see how his slacks looked with his cum drying on them. ‘Starting to turn white,’ she thought. ‘Won’t be long before he won’t want to get up without everyone seeing it!’ She giggled silently as she saw her plan coming together wonderfully.

Kami surreptitiously put some of her drink on the seat of Ken’s date’s chair. When they sat down a few moments later, his date quickly sprang back up, looking at her chair. “Damn! My chair was wet!” She put her hand on her bum and felt for the wet spot. “SHIT! Now I am wet! SHIT! Looks like I peed my panties, doesn’t it? DAMN!”

Ken looked at her bum. “Yeah darlin, you better sit down till that dries! Pretty obvious wet spot, darlin!” Ken didn’t do what he felt like doing. Instead, he waited for Kami to make the obvious move for him.

After a few moments, Kami leaned over to Ken’s date and asked if she would mind if she danced with Ken for a dance or two.

The poor woman was caught between a rock and a wet spot, so to speak. Not happy about the situation, she felt she HAD to nod that it was OK for Kami to dance with her date. She had seen Kami dancing with that other man and suspected that Kami was on the prowl. But what could she do? After all, Kami was a married woman!

Kami looked at Ken and asked merrily, “Want to dance with me Kenny?”

Ken was of course delighted. They danced their way across the dance floor until they were on the far side, almost hidden from Kami’s husband and Ken’s date. They flirted with each other shamelessly while they danced. Kami could feel her panties moistening. Her hips moved more easily as her body subconsciously prepared itself for a male’s enjoyment.

Finally she turned and began to dance like the dancers in the movie ‘Dirty Dancing’, her writhing curvaceous bum tightly pressed against Ken’s crotch. To her delight, his cock instantly responded. He indeed sported quite a lump, rewarding her forwardness. She smiled to herself as she ground against his eagerness. His hands on her belly soon moved up until they lay just under her succulent orbs, his wrists partially supporting her unfettered breasts.

Kami leaned back against him allowing her top to gap wonderfully.

Ken’s eyes drank deeply of her displayed beauty.




Control Four
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Many of the other dancers, having seen Kami and Ken dancing erotically, began to “dirty dance” as well. Soon the whole dance floor was writhing as if in exquisitely intense orgasm.

Mark, his eyes finally able to stay open after his wife had masturbated him to completion in the car, watched the women as they seemed to be doing their utmost to turn the men on. He felt his still sticky cock stir. His dick had a slightly achy feel to it, but it was definitely responding to what he was seeing everywhere in front of him.

Mark soon spotted his own wife doing the same suggestive moves with his good friend. Her nipples were clearly visible as Ken’s hands seemed to be almost feeling her up. Ken’s thumbs were beside his wife’s breasts, and Ken’s crotch was grinding hard on his wife’s ass. Ken’s hands seemed to be just on the verge of sliding up to cup his wife’s jiggling tits.

Mark felt his cock leap to full pulsing erection. He felt, oddly enough, both jealous and turned-on at the same time. It was such sweet agony to watch her sensuous public contortions! Mark rationalized his current lack of action by presuming that from what he could see, his wife was only doing what all the rest of the women were doing to their dance partners. How could he make a row about that?

‘God she looks sexy dancing like that!’ he thought. ‘Oh fuck! Ken’s hard as a rock. He is grinding his big ole hard prick against my wife’s ass! Oh shit, now she will know how big he is! FUCK!’

Mark’s prick began to pulse in his whitey-tighties as he watched his wife’s hard nipples shimmy while she danced, her ass grinding against a man’s cock that Mark knew full well was wonderfully large. He wished fervently that his little wee-wee was that size. His eyes were glued to the joining of his wife’s ass and his friend’s bulging prick. Her flat stomach made her breasts seem all that much more available to his friend’s hands.

The woman sitting next to him, ‘What the hell is her name?’ saw him staring and turned to follow his line of sight.

She gasped when she saw her date grinding what appeared to be a very large lump against that strumpet’s bum! She crossed her arms and glared at her date with all the malevolence she could muster. But watching the couple dance so erotically soon had her sensing moisture between her own tightly closed thighs.

Tonight she was experiencing a lot of new feelings, new for her. She felt adrift somehow, as though her very moorings had come loose.

She had never experienced a man before. In fact, watching that strumpet touching her own husband in the front seat on the way to the dance club had been her first vision of a man’s member. It had seemed like it was smaller than she thought a man would be. She thought with shame how her own body had betrayed her right there beside her date! Her body had started to tickle, then felt like butterflies in her tummy, then a sensation that was incredibly powerful and totally consuming had suddenly swept her up. She had heard herself making noises like she used to hear from her sister’s room when her boyfriend came over after school.

Just then the song ended and Kami and Ken walked back to their table.

Kami sat beside her husband, her hard nipple pressing firmly against his bicep. Her hand slipped under the table and felt his crotch. She giggled delightedly when she discovered he was hard again. Without preamble, she again unzipped him, and fetched his object of delight.

Once she had his hardness firmly in hand, she smiled at Ken’s date and asked her “Do you want to play with a man’s cock with me?”

Ken’s date looked at her as shocked as she had ever been! “What?” Her eyes were the size of dinner plates.

Kami giggled. “Do you want to come play with Mark’s little wee-wee with me? See, I have it out in my hand already!”

Ken’s date could not even think, she was so flustered. This strumpet was offering her the chance to play with her own husband’s thingy? Ashamed, she felt her body flood. She felt her abdomen again fluttering with those seductive butterflies. She felt her thick nipples turn to pebbles. In her peripheral vision, she could see the little nubbins pressing belligerently through her bra and making their excited presence known.

She could not believe it when her own body, without being told to, slid around the table to sit next to that strumpet’s husband! She looked down and there it was! His wee-wee was indeed being touched and fondled by that strumpet’s fondling hand right here in public. And up close like this, his thingy DID seem smaller than what she thought it would.

Kami reached over and took the woman’s hand and moved it onto her husband’s thin cock. “Go ahead, play with it a little bit, see what it feels like!”

The woman’s hand engulfed Mark’s member, trying to learn how to handle it.

Mark moaned as the strange woman’s hand stimulated his penis. He could not quite grasp what was a happening, but somehow his wife was sharing his cock with another woman. It made no sense but it felt so damn GOOD!

Suddenly he lost control and felt his sperm rocket up his cock and arched through the air to land on the woman’s dress right over her ripe heaving breast. His next spurt landed on her upper lip, and the final one landed on his shirt, midway between his own not so manly pecs.

The overwrought woman shuddered in her own unforgivable ecstasy as she felt a man’s prick heaving its passion onto her body. The taste of the man’s cum as it dribbled down her lip and into her mouth, the strong scent of his liquids made her furtive orgasm all that much more intense. She came so hard she eventually slumped over onto Mark’s lap, her face resting directly on his still oozing little dick.

Kami adjusted the woman’s head so that her husband’s cockle was inside the woman’s slack, open mouth. She gently pressed her hand under the woman’s chin to close her mouth over her husband’s penis. The woman’s lips and mouth began to suckle, as though it were a sleepy baby enjoying its bottle.

Kami’s husband’s face took on the look of intense pain as her mouth suckled his orgasm-sensitized penis.




Control Five
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Kami’s husband tried to extract his poor cum sensitive penis from the woman’s suckling mouth before anyone in the bar could realize what was happening. But her head was somewhat jammed under the table, and his bum was backed up tightly against his chair, which in turn was pressed against the wall behind him.

The pain of having her unconscious mouth suckling his penis became increasingly, unbearably painful. Finally, unable to stand the pain, Mark stood up abruptly, knocking the table in front of him over, yet trying at the same time to hold the unconscious woman’s head and shoulders up so she would not fall onto the floor.

Just as Mark stood up, the lights on the dance floor seemed to brighten, as the change in bands was announced. Mark’s gleaming white abdomen punctuated by his dark brown pubic hair, which in turn framed his little white penis on clear and obvious display. A swell of laughter rippled through the club, growing wider as people turned to see what others were finding so funny. Pretty soon the whole dance club was staring at Mark’s little white penis as he struggled to keep the woman from falling to the floor.

It took a few seconds for Mark to realize what was happening. When he looked up, finally, his face looked like a startled deer in the headlights.

The laughter suddenly increased to a roar. People were pointing at his willy, some of the women holding up their fingers, their thumb and forefinger about an inch apart, as though having measured his pud. They were all laughing and tilting their heads together as though comparing snide remarks about his size.

Mortified beyond measure, Mark’s face turned absolutely crimson. He wondered for a few seconds if he would hurl as his eyes watched the whole establishment laughing at his pre-dick-a-meant.

To Mark’s credit, he did not drop the poor woman. It did take him a few seconds to be able to sit back down, now that her mouth, still sucking, was off his poor sensitive, though shrunken penis.

As soon as Mark sat down, he hurriedly tried to stuff his pee-pee back into his whitey tighteys and simultaneously zip up, almost catching the foreskin of his withered wee-wee in his zipper.

In the commotion, Mark’s lips were furiously mouthing a string of profanities, glaring at his wife as she giggled uncontrollably, holding her stomach as she laughed at him. Ken, Mark’s best friend, was also laughing uproariously, all of their eyes tearing from their unbridled glee.

Mark was too mortified to demand of his wife that they leave AT ONCE.

Instead, he sat there, his head down, his ears and cheeks and neck burning, his eyes streaming tears of mortification.

Kami, still giggling, put her arm around his shoulders and told him it was OK, not to worry about it. She kissed his head and then turned back to Ken, smiling at him as she looked directly at his crotch in the now dimmed lights. She winkled her eye brows at him as she wrinkled her nose and smiled invitingly.

Ken, sensing Kami’s willingness to be particularly uninhibited, asked her if she wanted to dance with him again. Kami looked at Mark’s bowed head as if to ask “May I?” but then without waiting for his answer launched from her chair to join Ken on the writhing dance floor.

Many of the dancers had previously become turned on by the recent dirty dancing. Some of them wanting to take their erotic activities to the next level of exhibitionism. Many of the dancer’s moves were becoming highly risqué.

Mark’s eyes, furtively looking up, watched one woman who had her jiggling right breast on full display as her partner held her chest cage while she leaned back, her breast pressing upward into the attentive vision of the surrounding dancers. Her dance partner was kissing her proffered nipple as the other dancers around them shouted lewd encouragement to them. Their hips were tightly locked together as the man suckled her nicely tanned breast. Despite what had previously happened, Mark felt his crotch again tense, beginning to re-prepare itself for further potential sexual activity. The base of his cock between his legs ached as if it had been deeply bruised.

As more and more women undertook the proffered challenge of further exhibitionism, the dance floor seemed to take on the atmosphere of a strip club. Mark’s eyes scanned the floor of naked breasts and writhing bodies, his eyes wide with hesitant disbelief.

Mark’s eyes suddenly focused on a woman who’s dance partner was obviously sliding his hand down inside her visible, silken, nearly transparent panties. Mark watched as the man’s finger obviously entered the woman’s opening, then began to frig her.

The woman began to shudder as she inhaled the prurient undivided attention of everyone standing around her, watching her be utterly sexual, permitting a probable stranger to finger-fuck her cunt as everyone watched her cumming. Her left hand was on top of her dance partner’s, her wedding ring sparkling in the overhead lights.

Mark looked guiltily for his wife, but to his relief, Kami was out of sight on the other side of the dance floor.

His eyes riveted on the hand in the woman’s panties, moving in and out, Mark leaned forward and asked Ken’s date “What’s your name?”

“Tasha.” She answered as her fascinated, horrified eyes roamed from couple to couple, watching debauchery breaking out all around her. Her wide eyes followed Mark’s to the woman dancer’s pussy being pillaged. It was as if she could not stop herself from watching, become an unwilling but utterly fascinated voyeur. She was mortified to realize her own vagina was again awash with her own copious liquids.

Tasha shook her head as if to try to clear her thoughts. Right in front of her she watched a woman reach into her dance partners slacks and withdraw a very nice, wonderfully shaped semi erect penis. Tasha’s eyes glommed on to the man’s hardening shaft, watching as the woman began to jack the man’s beautiful pee-pee up and down, his little helmeted head popping in and out of his foreskin as her hand milked his splendor.

A pair of hands suddenly grabbed Tasha’s and dragged her out onto the floor. Before she could gather her wits, the pair of hands began to fondle her breasts. As she tried to comprehend what was happening to her, one of the hands dropped down and began to massage her punani.

Ashamed by her own seeming unwillingness to protest her inappropriate treatment, her rational mind obviously being overridden by her own suppressed sexuality, Tasha could not stop herself from surrendering to the wonderfully sensuous sensations that were washing over her, stealing her resistance.

As the unbidden hand pulled her dress up, and then slid inside her panties, Tasha found her head leaning back onto the man’s chest. Ashamed yet inexorably enmeshed, she felt her own hips thrust forward as she subconsciously pulled her tummy in, giving the plundering hand more room, and therefore permission to pillage her further.

Without warning, Tasha began to scream in orgasm. Her body shook, her pussy humped frantically, as if searching for a cock to fill it. She heard her own voice screaming words she had never said before. Some were words she had no idea as to what they meant.

When she collapsed onto the impaling fingers, two other men helped her dance partner carry her back to her table. They left her there, her dress around her waist, her breasts exposed to the room, her legs draped over the edges of the table, spread wide open, her saturated translucent panties giving her cunt no privacy from staring eyes, and her near nakedness facing directly at Mark’s astonished eyes.

Mark watched Tasha’s pussy quivering, pulsing, her wetness oozing out as her cunt clenched and unclenched, unconsciously begging for more, more, over and over.




Control Six
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Mark’s laser focused eyes were glued tight to the lewd vision of Tasha’s quivering, needy punani pulsing right in front of him. He could detect her scent, could see her clenching opening begging for more, could watch her delightfully round breasts and extended nipples as they heaved up and down in her post orgasmic, gasping bliss.

Mark resisted touching her as long as he could. But soon he could not stop his hand from reaching up, one finger extended, and touching the saturated panties that barely covered the sexy woman’s wet clenching cleft.

Tasha moaned as Mark’s finger caressed her little furrows, her clenching needy vagina still exuding wetness from its depths.

Mark had just slipped his finger under the sopping wet translucent material of Tasha’s panties, and started to find her clittie to help her out in her desperate moments of need, when he happened to glance up.

There was his wife glaring at him, having caught her husband dead to rights with his finger inside another woman’s cunt.

Mark was busted big time!




Mark lay in bed, wondering what was going to happen next. His wife had been cold as ice all the way home, refusing to say one single word to him. They had left the club immediately after Kami had caught Mark with his finger in Tasha’s pussy. Kami had stormed out, way too pissed to talk to him.

Mark had tried over and over to apologize to his wife. It did no good at all. She just sat there, leaned against her window, her arms tightly folded across her chest.

Mark felt way too guilty to try to defend himself. No question about it, she had caught him red handed, or was it wet handed? ‘You and your damn finger! You could not keep your stupid oafish hand in your OWN pants could you, buddy!’ he thought. Then a few seconds later, ‘Damn, why couldn’t I just enjoy the show and not have to touch some women’s cunt’ he lamented.

Either way he was in the dog house big time. It was just the whole atmosphere of the club, he rationalized. Women dancing with their gorgeous sexy naked titties out, men finger fucking any one they were dancing with! Good GRIEF it was sexy to watch!

HELL! Look at Tasha, not even looking to dance and some guy had pulled her out on the floor and without even asking her had showed her tits off to everyone in the club and finger fucked her little virginal cunt right in front of god and everybody!

Then after she had cum, screaming, everyone watching her cumming, they had carried her back over and dumped her on their table right in front of him. Her gorgeous firm tits and rock hard nipples were still hanging out and her cunt so damned sexy and wet and clenching and needy for somebody’s fingers inside her. He could still see and smell her clenching cunt oozing her wet cum! ‘GOD! How could ANY man resist touching that?’ he asked himself.

Mark tossed and turned all night. By morning, his Catholic guilt was eating him up big time!

The rest of the week passed without Kami even speaking to him. She was an ice berg every night.

Then, on Friday night she had looked at him, told him to fix his own damned supper, and announced she was going to go out and find a nice big cock to dance with, just to get even with him. She had called him a fucking letch! “I’m going to go find a nice BIG cock so I can at least cum for once!”

She informed Mark in graphic detail that his cock was so pathetically small , and that she had been faking her orgasms the whole time just to make him feel better! Pretending to cum their whole marriage! She told him that after he had done his little pathetic cock thing inside her, BARELY inside her, she would have to get up after he was snoring his fool head off and get herSELF off since his cock was so fucking pathetic!

Mark felt like he was about an inch tall. He had not realized that she really hated his cock because it was so damned small. It wasn’t as though he didn’t know it was small, after all. He had wistfully eyed all the other guys with their nice big cocks since he was a little boy. He naively thought Kami actually liked the size of his cock. Now . . . . . Damn! Who knew?

Kami had slammed the front door as she left, then reopened it and yelled at him not to wait up, she just may let some guy with a nice big COCK take her home and fuck her all night long. “IN FACT”, she screamed, “I may let a whole fucking buss load of men fuck me tonight, you son of a bitch!”

Mark flinched when he heard the door slam again. For the millionth time, he wondered why he had gotten himself into this. Just because he had touched some woman’s pussy, his wife was going to go out and fuck around on him!!!???

‘No’, he thought, ‘Kami wants a bigger cock to fuck.’ Mark felt tears forming in his eyes. There was nothing he could do about his cock size! He felt totally hopeless.

Mark was feeling lower and lower as the evening passed, one eternal second at a time. By the end of the night, he had convinced himself that his wife deserved to enjoy a bigger, thicker, better cock than his anyway.

He finally decided to go to bed about two thirty. But he could not sleep. His cock was hard as a rock.

As he tossed and turned Mark kept thinking about how his beloved wife might be cumming right then from some guy’s bigger better thicker cock inside her cunt.

Finally he reached down and touched his hard little weenie, holding it between his thumb and forefinger, stroking them up and down his short thin needy shaft. In his mind, he could see his wife with her legs spread wide-open, begging some gorgeous stud hunk of a virile man with a nice long thick prick that was standing there letting her see his magnificent implement that he was going to fuck her over and over with.

In his mind, Mark could just hear the man ask his wife, “So you don’t want me to put a ‘glove’ on? You just want me to do you bareback, huh? Bareback, so your little dicked husband can taste me after you go home with my cum filling your cunt?”

In his fantasy, Mark heard his wife beg “Oh god, yes! Fuck my married cunt, fuck it hard and deep! Fuck your little married slut baby! Please baby, fuck me with your great big hard prick. Fuck me hard and deep and squirt your cum deep inside my married pussy! Fill me with your big cummies. Fill my married cunt completely full of your delicious sperm!”

Immersed in his lurid fantasy, Mark came just as the man and his wife exploded together, Kami’s lover’s huge cock spurting rope after thick long rope of fertile sperm in through the mouth of her womb.




Control Seven
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Kami could hear the smile in Deli’s voice. “So how did it go last night sweetie? Did you get laid?”

Kami chuckled in return. “Nah, it is still too early for that. I can’t do that until Marky asks me to find another man to take care of my . . . ummm, . . . . needs. I have to wait until it is his idea. Know what I mean?”

Deli smiled to herself. Her friend was really catching on to the art of cuckoldry! The seduction of the husband was half the fun of it! Deli’s voice was suddenly full of lust. “Well, I found the guy I am going to fuck first! Want me to email over a picture of him?”

“By all means, my slutty little wicked friend!” Kami chuckled in anticipation of seeing who her friend currently had her lust wrapped around. “How did you two meet?” Kami was picturing her friend flirting and dancing with a man as they courted and seduced each other over a glass or three of candle lit wine.

“On Adult Friend Finders. He says he is living only thirty miles away. Far enough for me to have a bit of privacy, don’t you think?”

“Sounds perfect! OH! Here is the picture already!”

There was a few seconds of silence on the phone while Kami opened the jpg. All that it showed was a dick, testicles, and pair of thighs. The man’s penis was thick and black and had an ever so bulbous head.

“GOOD GOD! Deli, how are you going to get all that inside you?” Kami could not believe her friend was going to actually meet this stranger! But she had to admit that the man’s equipment really was world class! She stared for along time as the thickly veined black shaft and plum colored plump glans. She could feel her own body freshening. “So you going to pass him around if he is any good?” Kami asked coyly.

“Depends on how quickly he can recover, honey! If he fucks me to submission, you can have what’s left . . . . . if you want to!” Deli laughed uproariously.




Mark sat there at the dinner table watching his wife eat. He wasn’t hungry, even though the food smelled wonderful. He was just too disturbed by the recent turn of events to be interested. His stomach was a mass of writhing turmoil.

His wife didn’t even seem to notice he wasn’t eating anything. She had on her sexiest blouse, unbuttoned down to her navel, it seemed. Clearly she had no bra on! He watched her orbs rising and falling as she ate, as she breathed. They jiggled as she moved her arm.

She seemed totally absorbed by whatever she was thinking about.

Mark worried, wondered how her evening out the night before had gone. But every time he started to ask her about it, he found himself tongue tied, afraid she would tell him she had taken a lover, or something of that sort.

Could he handle finding out she had taken a lover? What if her new lover’s cock was nice and thick and long, just like he was sure she really wanted. His own pathetic cock, the cock he thought she had liked and loved for the past few years, seemed too paltry to for her now.

Finally Kami stood, picked up her own empty plate, and started to clear the table. She didn’t even ask if he was done.

Mark felt small and unappreciated. Just because he had touched that damn woman’s cunt! SHIT! Why had he ever done that!? It was like he had thought he wanted something, then, when he got it, the cost was much too dear!

Now his wife could always tell him that HE had done it, so why couldn’t she? A ‘Turn about s fair play’ sort of thing.




Mark sat trying to watch TV. His wife was busy reading on the sofa across the room. He could see half her exposed braless breast. She STILL had not talked to him about what had happened last night!

Damn! When would she let him out of this hell he was in?




Mark had finally worried himself into a frazzle. He felt exhausted after a night and day of wondering, worrying, wanting to have his morbid curiosity satisfied.

And NOTHING!

He lay there in their marital bed, still worrying, exhausted, yet unable to able to drift off to sleep. His god damned cock would NOT relax, soften, leave him alone! Every movement rubbed his cock on the bed sheets, making it ache with unredeemed hardness.

Mark was almost ready to try masturbation to solve his dilemma, his hand surreptitiously fucking slowly up and down its shaft under the covers, when Kami walked in. She had flipped on the light before she even entered the bedroom. His busy hand was soooooooo obvious in the glaring light.

“So, you’re masturbating tonight, Marky?” Her voice seemed to contain a tiny bit of a sneer. “Still thinking about that buss load of hung men I was looking for when I left last night?!” Kami chuckled as she went into their master bathroom to prepare for bed.

He really didn’t like it when she called him Marky. It made him feel immature, like a child, or at least like he was still a high-school nerd.

Uncharacteristically, she left the door to the bathroom open. Mark laid there watching his wife as she removed her clothing. She seemed to almost be doing a strip tease for him. Her blouse seemed to tantalize a bit before finally slipping seductively off her shoulders. Then her slacks took what felt like hours to drop below her panties.

She was wearing nearly transparent string thickness panties! And the shape of her bra was still visible on her breasts and chest. Her tan lines made it look like she was incredibly well shaped. She was too!

Mark suddenly realized his wife’s cunt was bare of hair! He could see the outline of her vaginal lips through her panties. And there was no hair there any more! Sometime in the last few days, she had shaved her cunt, or something. He wondered if she had had it waxed! He had heard it really hurt o have the wax jerked off your cunt! His cock was hard as a rock as he thought about her cunt being subjected to such vicious treatment.

Mark idly wondered which would hurt more, having wax jerked off your cunt or taking a huge thick long cock that was far too big for a woman’s cunt?

Or was there such a thing? A cock that was TOO big? HIS cock was certainly not in THAT category! But what about one of the men that he had seen pictures of on the internet? Many of them were black, and had huge penises, and ever-so-wash-boarded stomachs. And all that veining appearance that showed off shadows and their incredible masculinity. He had to admit, they had been beautiful cocks to look at!

His wife had finally removed her panties, such as they weren’t, and there it was, her bald, naked, uncovered, bare cunt staring at him from right there in their own bathroom. God she was beautiful! And incredibly sexy! For a few seconds, Mark thought he might blow his load.

‘Maybe her lover last night made her shave her cunt!’ he fantasized. What if she were now someone else’s lover now? Would she let him still use her cunt? Would he ever be allowed to have sex with her again?

His cock got harder and harder. He had never before felt this steely feeling of his cock, like it was right now!

Kami was looking at her body in the bathroom mirror now. She was holding up her breasts, cupping them gently and watching how it looked to see her own breasts being lovingly supported, as though someone else was touching her in such a way. Her fingers crept up and twitched her nipples.

Then, as Mark watched wide eyed, her hand slid sensuously down her flat stomach to her cleft. She parted her hairless lips as her husband watched, involuntarily holding his breath, as his wife began to fondle her private parts! She was standing in such a way he could see every detail of what she was doing to herself!

Mark wanted to tell her he would be happy to make love to her, all she had to do was come to bed! She didn’t have to do it to herself. He would be happy to make love to her. Then he realized that it was it! His cock that was too small to do her any good! Why should she ever come to bed with him if his cock was too small to satisfy her?

Her fingers slipped between her lips, finding her pink buried button of pleasure. She began to slowly rock her hips in time to her finger’s seductive rhythm. Her nipples expanded and became their own little side show. Her other hand caressed them, tugging gently at them, even pulling and twisting them slightly as her head went back and her eyes closed. The look on her face said it all.

Mark was having a very hard time breathing as he watched his own wife satisfy her lust for other men, other lovers.




Control Eight
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Then, just before his wife came, Mark saw her stop toying with herself, then turn and stride into their bedroom, her eyes boring into his, her nipples like little stones pointing at him, her bald vaginal opening widely spread, greedy for a good fucking.

She tore back the covers and straddled him, reaching down to hold his cock vertical, then plunging down onto his shaft with a soft exhalation. “Yeeeeeessssssssssss!!!!” she breathed. “Yeah baby, fuck my cunt with your hard rock! Shoot your cummies in me after I cum baby! Yyyeeeeeesssssssssssssssssssss! Oh god I love to fuck nice hard cock!”

Mark could not believe her language, her words, her urgent need to cum. Why had she waited to cum on him? But it felt so damn good to be inside her after the long, long wait! He noticed she didn’t smell like sex. Maybe she hadn’t fucked another man!!!????

Focussing on the vision of his wife’s cunt, bald, and so very wet, . . . . god was she WET! . . . . it was like being in a nice hot smooth silken drenched-with-slickness sheathe! Oh GOD did it feel good! OH shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit!

Mark spurted squirt after raunchy squirt of sperm into his wife’s bald pussy as he knew he had irrevocably blown it!

“Oh god honeeeeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyy! Don’t cum yet! Oh nooooooooooooo! Oh god, I need to cuuuuuuuuuuum!” Kami pulled off of Mark’s cock and stormed frantically back into the bathroom where she bent over the cabinet, opened a drawer, pulled out a huge black dildo, which she frantically plunged into her wet, wide-open cunt.

“Oh yeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh! Nice big hard fuck cock!” she breathed loud enough for her husband to hear.

Mark watched his wife fucking her cunt with the thick black phallus, slamming her own body with the black shaft as she rocketed toward her private nirvana. Within seconds her ripe frantic body exploded as Mark watched her body humping and convulsing on the ersatz penis.

She convulsed on the thick prick for a long time as her stomach seemed to swell and shrink as it took the length and breadth of the beautiful prick in, far beyond what Mark had to offer.

Finally she collapsed onto the counter, her pussy still shuddering softly as the thick black cock lowly slid from within her, plopping onto the floor under her widely spread legs. Her body slowly stilled, her hands now simply hanging limply over the edge of the counter as she gasped for breath.




When she had recovered enough to walk, Kami returned to bed, pulling the covers over her head, her back toward Mark. Mark could hear her, and feel her, crying.

Mark felt like a damn fool. He felt like a failure as a lover, as a husband, as a man. He found his own eyes tearing. Then he could not stop his own body from shuddering as he began to sob.

Mark’s voice was broken and his words came in shuddering sobs. “I’m so sorry baby. I’m soooo sorry.” Mark was sobbing uncontrollably now. “Honey, I wouldn’t have blamed you if you had gone home with a different man tonight. I mean I’m glad you didn’t, but still, I’ve been such a shit. And now, I couldn’t even wait for you to cum before I did. I am SUCH a shit in bed. I’m so sorry baby.”

Kami lay there, listening to her husband confess his poor performances in bed. She realized that she had finally arrived at that perfect point to get her selfish prurient way. She smiled as she continued to sniffle and cause her body to shudder as though she were crying.

“Yes, you ARE horribly selfish in bed, Mark,” she agreed, still faking her tears, her back still turned to him. “And your cock is pathetic. I need a real cock Mark. I need a real man to fuck me when I am as horny as I was tonight.”

She paused for a moment, feeling bad that she had to make her beloved husband feel so badly in order to get her own way, but she felt certain that in the end it would work out well for them both. “Your mouth is not too bad, Mark, but your cock, I can’t even feel it inside me, honey. I love you but you just don’t have the proper equipment to meet my needs sexually.”

Mark laid there for a long time, thinking. His wife was right, he knew, his cock was smaller than most men’s. At least he thought it was. And she had always seemed to be secretly unsatisfied after he had fucked her cunt, even on their honeymoon. Finally, unable to bear the suspense of not knowing, he had to ask, “Has my cock ever made you cum, honey?”

He could hear her take a deep breath, as though to answer, then let it out again. Finally, on her third deep breath, she simply said “No.”




Control Nine
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Kami knew that very few women actually achieve orgasms simply from penetration by a man’s penis. She also knew that her husband did not know that interesting fact. But because she was adamant about gaining her sexual freedom, she was willing to shade reality in order to achieve her goals.

She could feel her husband’s body still shuddering slightly as his tears of humiliation slowed. She knew that her “reluctant admission” to him that his cock was incapable of bringing her to orgasm had been a decisive blow in her battle for being able to enjoy other men at her leisure.

Through his ragged breathing, she barely heard him ask, “So, honey, if you do that . . . . if you do . . . . . start going out with other . . . . . . guys,” he paused long enough to stop his voice from quivering, “would we still make love too, you know, sometimes?”

“Maybe, if I felt horny and couldn’t get a date for some reason, I guess. Why? Would you still want to stick your little pee-pee into my vagina after other guys had filled it with their sperm?”

She heard his voice change when he answered. “Maybe.” There was no sorrowful waver in his voice now. His voice had steadied, and even sounded slightly excited.

Again she sensed that he was holding his breath, wanting to ask another question. She let his anticipation build for awhile, then surprised her husband when she reached back and lightly touched his secretive erection.

She grinned in glorious liberating victory. When she touched him, she felt more than heard him gasp. His sudden intake of breath made her know that she had finally won the battle, totally. His obvious erection was his white flag of ultimate surrender to her.

Doing her best to suppress her victorious chuckle, she decided to test her newly secured power. “Honey I am going out tomorrow night. I have a date with Tyrone, a guy from the office.” She grinned as she waited for his next utterance. She was almost positive that it would be a question, not an objection.

It took awhile. Finally, softly, but not quite reluctantly, “Will you be home tomorrow night after your date?” She could feel the bed shivering slightly as his hand caressed his penis.

She was sure he was now rock hard. “I’m not sure yet babe. I will probably just play it by ear. But don’t wait up, OK, just in case? But then you never know, I could be home early! I just don’t know how it will come down yet.”

He thought for a full minute before he answered this time. “OK,” he said simply, softly, both granting and accepting her new sexual freedom.

Kami lay there, ecstatic over the success of her charade. She could hardly wait to tell Deli.

She was so excited that there was no way she could fall asleep, Kami decided to see what her husband would do if she just feigned sleep. Grinning in the knowledge of her victory, she slowly began to breathe deliberately, slower and deeper. After about ten minutes, she felt her husband, even after cumming already earlier, begin to masturbate. She heard him begin to softly whisper carnal encouragement to her and her fantasy lover as, in his erotically excited mind’s eye, he fantasized he saw his wife fucking another man right in front of him.

He began to whisper, “Yeah, babe! Take all his cock baby! Yeah, take his big black cock clear up inside your wet cunt honey! Don’t worry about protection, just take him cum right inside your slutty wet cunt! Yeah, let him cum inside you! You know you want him to honey! . . . . . . . . Oh yeah, . . . god his cock is huge baby, black as night, and huge! Oh god, your cumming honey! Oh god you are so pretty when you cum babe! Oh god, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” His hand was furiously stroking his prick now, his hips bucking his cock up into his hand as he fantasized about his darling cute little previously faithful wife taking, wildly fucking another man’s, a strong well built black man’s, great big black beautiful fuck cock!




Control Ten
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

“Deli!!!!!!!!!!! Guess what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Marky Mark has decided I can date other men!”

Deli giggled in utter delight. “So does that mean he knows you are going to fuck them? Or does he think somehow that you will have a bunch of platonic male friends?”

Delighted, Kami laughed too loud. She looked nervously toward a nearby office, afraid her boss might have heard her. Seeing nothing, she leaned forward and murmured “Oh god yes! In fact, after I pretended to go to sleep last night, he started toying with his cock and then, after he was really whacking at it, he started whispering encouragement out loud, telling me to me to take a big black fuck cock without protection as he whacked his cock off! AND MY GOD! You should have felt him cum! He came so hard that I almost got bounced off the bed! Then after he came he totally collapsed into a deep snoring sleep! It was something! In his masturbation fantasy he was actually whispering to me to take the guy’s big black cock and to let it cum inside me. When he fantasized he saw me cumming on the big black cock HE came! The whole bed was bouncing!”

“So when you going out the first time, girlfriend?”

Kami giggled conspiratorially. “ToNIGHT! I asked Tyrone if he wanted to go out with me tonight when I first got to work.”

“He of course obviously said yes!” Deli was toying with herself under her desk.

Kami could feel herself freshening as she talked about going out with a man other than her husband. And to think she would most likely have sex him! She was not sure she could wait until tonight! “He has been hitting on me since the first day he started here! He keeps trying to look down my blouse and up my dress. He makes no bones about how much I turn him on. He stands right in front of my desk and gets a hard-on as he teases me. His package looks huge! GOD! I can’t believe this is happening! I never ever thought that Marky . . . .”

“Remember our first conversation about this very subject?” asked Deli.

“Yeah! I never told you this, but after we talked that day I went home and brought myself off with my fingers. It was the first time I ever did that!” Kami’s panties were sodden with excitement as she remembered her careful journey toward her treasured sexual freedom.

Deli’s voice dropped suddenly. “Oh shit, her comes my boss, I gotta go . . . . .BYE! You tell me every detail tomorrow you slutty hussy!!” The phone went dead.




Kami sat at the agreed upon table, nervously waiting for Tyrone. She had dressed for her first sex date quickly and scurried out of the house before her husband got home and started asking questions she didn’t want to answer. Not because she intended to hide anything. She just didn’t want to lose her concentration on her first night out in years.

“Ah HA! There you are!” Tyrone’s deep masculine voice was appreciatively muted. He knew she would be embarrassed about appearing to cheat on her husband. It would take awhile for her to grow into her new marital role as hot-wife. Tyrone intended to enjoy every single nuance of bringing her along. He relished teaching white women the ins and outs of being in control of their white husbands. He recognized her guilty look as she nervously smiled up at him.

“Hi!” she quipped, trying to sound self confident.

Tyrone slid into the booth beside her, his well muscled thigh coming to rest in intimate contact with her shapely gam. “Hey babe! So glad you made it! What would you like to drink, baby?”

Kami thought for a few seconds, unsure as to whether he was going to try to get her drunk before he took her home, or if he was just being gallant. She decided to go for her favorite drink. “I’ll have a Diet Pepsi, thanks!”

Tyrone glanced around for their bar gal. He caught her eye and motioned her over.

Sheila looked at him curiously, her eye roving between Tyrone and the white woman he had sitting next to him. “So, got another white woman to fuck you, huh?” she asked as she popped her bubble gum.

Tyrone pulled out his cell phone and pressed a button. After a few seconds he answered a question with, “Yeah, she just insulted my date.” He listened for a few seconds, then replied “Thanks bro!”

A few seconds later a tall thin black man walked up behind the waitress, tapped her on the shoulder, then as she turned around, informed her that “You’re fired as of right now!”

Without missing a beat, the stranger asked Kami “So what’s YOUR name cutie?” as he settled-in across the booth from the couple. His eyes were indelicately scoping out her half exposed alabaster breasts.

Kami found herself feeling oddly vulnerable. She was glad to feel Tyrone’s strong protective arm sweep in behind her shoulders. Then she was surprised to feel his fingers slide down the upper slope of her breast. The contrast in their skin colors was perfectly, erotically obvious, even out of the bottom of her eye.

The eyes of the stranger sitting across from her were still staring at Tyrone’s fingers on her resilient firm milky white orbs. She inhaled sharply when felt his fingers slide under the edge of her blouse, heading directly south toward her nipples.

She gasped as his finger tips touched her puffy pink areola. They then began to circle her sensitive skin as the man across the table watched, his mouth slightly open, his tongue licking his lips in eager anticipation. Her nipples stiffened immediately, protruding through the soft fabric of her knit, button-down blouse.

Tyrone slid his first and second finger down alongside her stiffened puffy areola, then pulled his fingers together, capturing her stiff sensitive nubbin. He then rolled his hand forward, pressing her blouse down, fully exposing her now naked breast to the man across the table.

“Oh my god!” the stranger gasped. “What a damn fine tit!” He reached across the table and took her white breast in his dark hand, caressing it, feeling its firmness, its resilient opposition to his slight squeezing, strumming of his thumb across her stiff nipple. He then reached across with his other hand and liberated her other breast, holding them both in utter reverence, his eyes paying homage to her white perfection.

Kami, staring down at his hands in a daze at how fast she was being compromised, suddenly felt Tyrone’s hand caressing her inner thigh, moving rapidly toward her quiver, his assertive hand still soft and gentle. As her breasts were being caressed in public by a total stranger, she felt Tyrone’s strong dark thick fingers begin to caress her furrows through the thin fabric of her teal colored thong.

Kami was in shock. Her vaginal sheathe was already awash in wet lust, yet her mind was still searching for the right words to remonstrate this stranger who had no invitation to touch her.

But she could not make her mouth speak.

Instead she felt her body suddenly stiffen as Tyrone’s finger began to press against her mysteriously engorged clittie. Her dazed mind, now overwhelmed by the wonderfully erotic sensation coursing through both her body and her mind, simply stopped judging her actions, and quiescently submitted to the heady erotic pleasures being urged upon her body. Kami groaned deeply as she began to cum, her cunt disgorging copious wetness as she began to hump against Tyrone’s dominating, insistent, penetrating fingers.




Control Eleven
Copyright Karen Desoto and Deni Wom 2007

Kami slumped against Tyrone in her post orgasmic bliss. The stranger sitting across the table from her was till fondling her nakedness, her nipples softening as she tried hard to maintain some semblance of self control.

Tyrone’s strong thick fingers were still massaging her G-spot as she sat there, her hips thrust lewdly forward, her head lolling submissively onto his shoulder. She felt like a dish rag, yet her belly was again full of butterflies as she felt the two men toying with her body as though she was the school strumpet in a dark corner at a high school dance.

As his dark fingers plied her quivering wet pussy, Kami made another decision, she decided to allow herself to always “follow the lead” of men that were enjoying her body. She basically decided to “Never say ‘No’” to a man that wanted to enjoy her. The fact that Tyrone was a work mate made her feel as though she could trust him.

Kami mentally relaxed, surrendering her body to his further erotic uses.

Tyrone sensed her sudden release of her inhibitions. Grinning at his friend, Tyrone picked Kami’s tranquil body up and laid her gently on the top of the table, lifting her dress above her waist and unbuttoning her top. Kami lay there on the table looking up at the two men, her surrendered body now fully visible and available to their further wishes.

“You want her first?” Tyrone asked his friend.

Without answering, the man unzipped his trousers and pulled out his thick black cock. He stroked his dark plum against her clittie a few times, wetting it between her sodden lips, then positioned his plump bulbous head against her pulsating, unprotected, widely flowered cavity.

Kami watched with open mouth, her breath held as she watched him push forward, his black pole slowly entering her body inch by inch.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh god! Oh fuck!” Had her mouth said that in public, out loud?

Seeing her laying there exposed, other men began to gather around the table, their eyes absorbing the creamy beauty of her fully exposed body. One of them asked “Cain we feel her up whilst you two fucks her?”

Tyrone grinned and chuckled “Sure, help yourself!”

Kami’s body was suddenly covered with the hands of countless strangers caressing her body without regard to her permissions. Kami reveled in her passivity, her sudden release of control. Her hips were now grinding against the man inside her. Every movement of his deeply embedded prick caused her body to experience sensations she did not know existed until that moment.

Laying there, feeling the long thickness of the stranger inside her, and the hands of other strangers all over her body, Kami could only yield completely to their complete enjoyment.

Her long keening wail of intense orgasm was heard in every corner of the well populated establishment.