Chapter 1

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Reluctant, Blackmail, Mind Control, Drunk/Drugged, BiSexual, Slut Wife, Sister, Humiliation, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Bestiality, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Marline is the wife of a minister; she gets kidnapped, then blackmailed, and hooked on a sex drug. She fucks anyone, anything at anyplace she can. Toys, men, boys, and dogs.

I looked at Jim and said "What time will you be back Sunday?" Jim turned and said to me, "I told you dear, I fly in about 6:30, and I'll be home in time for the evening service. I am still having Chuck do the evening service, just in case. Are you still going to Abilene to the women's thing?"

I said, "Sure, I think every community needs to band together to get that filthy pornography out of all our towns here in Texas. There are so many sex shops around here. It is a disgrace. Mary and Bobbie-Jo (church sisters) told me they now have over 8,000 signatures to give to the city counsel."

Jim looked at me and said, "Keep it up honey. With you heading up the other churches and the good people here, we'll get all those smut shops out of Austin real soon. Are you still planning on driving up to Abilene?"

I said, "Sure. It is only a 2-3 hour drive. I'll be checked in by 10:00 provided I get out of here before 6:30 and get through the city quickly." I went over and kissed Jim good-bye and said, "We'll talk after the service Sunday. I plan to be back for it myself." I asked, "Is Tommy doing the Sunday night service or are you? Oh, If I get back early enough, want me to pick you up at the airport?"

Jim said, "Yes, Tommy is going to take it, but as for picking me up, I'll leave my car in the long-term parking and come straight back here."

I said as I walked out, "OK dear, have fun and relax. I can't wait to get up there and get some new or better ideas"

I went out to my Voyager van, and was off. It took a good 15 minutes just to get out of town and on the 183 North. I was thinking how long it had been since Jim and I had spent time apart. It had been years. We started the church about 8 years ago out of our home bible study. Now the church is so big we have to have two morning services on Sunday and that is with the new building holding 4,000 souls. Life was good and I was leading the way to rid Austin of the filthy scum that wanted to have sex stores, sex shops and allowing the poor college students to get caught up in that sickness. They hid behind the laws and poisoned our community. I had to stop this.

I don't know how long I had been driving. I saw the 620 intersection just ahead. I could smell a sweetness in the air. It was so strong. I glanced down at the gauges and my heart stopped. I had two red lights glowing on the dash; one was the temp and the other the oil. I then realized the sweet smell was coming from my steaming engine. I looked in the mirror and saw all kinds of white smoke coming from my van. I remembered that time and time again Jim would tell me that if I ever saw one of the red lights come on I had to stop right then. Here I had two of them bright red.

I pulled over to the side and turned off the motor. I reached for my cell phone only to remember I turned it in for repair. I know the kind of people around here and they are all friendly. I looked at my watch and saw it was almost 7:30 and those on the road were most likely going to work. I just knew that someone would stop and offer help and I would not be delayed too much. I was right, by the time the motor stopped making the turning over sound like some kind of truck, a man stopped. I was standing outside with the hood up looking at all the steam coming out from my van.

He walked up to me. He was heavy set, had a clean-shaven face, wore glasses and said, "Hello Ma'am. I don't know much about cars but I think you need some help. Can I give you a lift?"

I am friendly however I am not stupid, I said, "No thank you. But you could call a tow truck for me if you have a cell phone."

"Sure thing Ma'am. I know a tow truck service real close. Are you a car club member?"

I said, "Yes" and he went back to his car and made a call. He came back to me and said a tow truck was on the way. He told me he would stay with me until the truck got there. I thanked him and we started with small talk.

It took about 20-25 minutes before the truck arrived. In that time I found out he owned a small diner/coffee shop just down the road along with a small motel. I told him who I was and where I was going and why. He agreed with me that something needed to be done in Austin. He had seen exactly what I was talking about and what I was fighting.

I found out that the tow truck was coming from the nearest service station that, lucky for me, was also an auto repair shop. His Brother owned it and he promised that he would make sure that Steve, his brother, would not over-charge me.

He asked if I wanted to call my husband. I told him I couldn't. That he flew out this morning, also for the weekend. He suggested that I wait to find out the problem, that it could be a simple one and as long as I had not damaged the motor, I may still make it to my meeting today.

The tow truck arrived and the nice man that was helping me left. Funny thing, all the time we talked he never told me his name. Steve looked at it and said, "Well ma'am, it looks like your water pump is frozen. It won't turn and your fan belt is gone. If you want, I can tow you to the shop, replace it and you can be on your way. It will most likely cost $48.00, provided you turned off the motor in time. Or if you want I could tow you back to Austin. It is only about 35 miles away. I would have to charge you $50.00 plus mileage."

I asked him, "Can you fix it today?"

He said, "Sure, no problem. I'll run over to Burnet. It's not even 8:00 yet. I'll have you be back on the road by 11:30, easy.

I said, "Well, let's fix it. I want to get to Abilene by 4:00."

Steve hooked up my van and I rode with him in his truck to the garage. He told me his brother Phil instructed him to be extra nice on his pricing and that for most people he would charge about $150.00.

I thanked him and as we pulled into the station I asked him if I could use his phone. I thought I should call my office to let the hotel know I would be arriving late. Steve pointed me to the diner and said, "We all use the diner phone. Why not get some breakfast and I'll be real fast with this here van of yours?"

I walked over to the coffee shop and looked around. Steve was right. It was small but clean and what a perfect place. I said a little prayer and thanked God that Steve stopped to help me when he did.

I walked over to the pay phone and using my calling card, dialed my husband's office. A woman came on the line (I assumed the telephone operator) she said that due to an accident, the lines were down and should be back working in about an hour. I looked at my watch and it was 8:15.

I hung up the phone and sat down at a nice clean table. This lovely young waitress came up to me and said, "Mornin' Ma-am. Care to order?"

I said, "Sure. I'll be here for a while. My car is being worked on next door, so no hurry. I'll have two eggs, toast, coffee and orange juice."

She smiled and said, "Sure thing" and walked to the kitchen. A minute or two later she was back with the coffee.

I sat there sipping the coffee and looking out the window.

The next thing I remember is I was dreaming of a very sexual, very erotic, very nasty dream. I was dreaming. I knew I was dreaming and I was with two men. My dream was like nothing I had ever even thought of before in my 33 years of life.

What amazed me was, even though I knew this was a dream, I could feel myself liking it more than when I had sex with Jim -- much, much more. I had a man in me and I was giving oral sex to another. I felt myself close to a climax and as I was ready to go over the top, so to speak, I heard a loud truck horn blast away. I knew my train of thought was broken and I was going to wake up.

I laid there a minute trying to think of where I was? Did I make it to Abilene? Was I in my hotel room? Why were my legs sore? Why was my bottom sore? Why was my butt hole sore? Why did it smell like sperm? How did I get here -- wherever it was that I was at?

I laid on my back, eyes closed trying to remember all of this. The only thing I could remember was my car, the diner and the last thing -- the coffee. I felt very hungry and I could hear rain outside my room. I remember it being sunny and no rain was forecast until Sunday. I knew I would be driving in it back to Austin from Abilene.

I opened my eyes and it was light. I had to pee in the worst way. I also realized I was wearing stockings and a garter belt. I got out of bed and looked at what I had on. The stockings were red and on the inside of them I had crust of something.

I looked around and saw the bathroom. I went in, sat down and when I did gobs and gobs of gooey stuff came out of me. I could hear it plop in the water. As I let my bladder go, my mind was racing. I started to cry. I could not remember where I was, why stuff was coming from my body like this and why my legs were so sore.

I wiped myself and as much as I did not want to, I had to smell some of this stuff oozing out of my vagina. I smelled it and my stomach turned. It looked and smelled just like Jim's sperm.

Even after all that had dropped from me while I sat there, I still had a big gob of it on the paper after I wiped myself. I knew I had somehow been raped -- taken against my will. I had to call the police.

I got up and went in the room to look for the phone. I saw the bed. It was full of sperm stains and there were Polaroid pictures all over it.

My stomach was turning as I walked over to them, I knew I did not want to look at them, and yet I knew I had to. I could tell as I walked closer they were the kind of pictures that I hated -- the kind my committee and I were fighting to rid our cities and towns from. They were porno.

The closer I got the sicker I became. All the pictures were of one woman and her face was mine.

I reached down and picked up one. I was kneeling and I was sucking a black man with a huge penis. I felt myself starting to throw up and I ran to the bathroom. I vomited and vomited until I could not get sick anymore.

I went back inside the room and gathered all the pictures. I sat down as I looked at them. In every one you could only see my face, no one else.

I looked close for some sign of glassy eyes, anything to give me an idea what happened. What I saw was total bliss or total lust. I saw myself straddling a man and he had a big penis, which I completely hid inside of me. Then another and another, black men, white men and Mexican men.

There were pictures of me with two men then three men. I saw pictures of men with their clothes on having sex with me and pictures of a woman using something strapped to her hips with a huge fake penis attached having sex with me.

She used a big fat beige colored penis; a big fat brown colored one and a big fat black one. I could not see her face but by her red, long hair I knew it was that waitress from the diner.

My face was clearly shown, and it was of pure lust and pleasure. I had a very big smile on my face and I could tell from the pictures I was not forced into this sick thing being done to me. I then found more pictures of her, only this time I had my face in between her legs and then I had the harness on me as I was using the three big fat fake penises in her in her. As well as sucking one as I did her.

I cried and cried as I sat there looking at those filthy pictures. I counted 52 pictures of those filthy things.

I heard the phone ring and I did not say a word as I picked it up. I was sobbing too much to talk. A woman's voice said, "Turn the TV on, and watch it Mrs. Johnson."

As if in a trance, I walked to the TV and turned it on.

A big man named Phil appeared on the screen. He was sitting at a desk and started to speak, talking to me. "Well, Mrs. Johnson by now you have found the pictures and have had a good cry. You must be full of questions and I will answer them all. First of all, I need to thank you for your timely breakdown. If I had not come along when I did, none of this would have been possible. Before you go crying rape or kidnapping or anything like that, you better think again. The only proof anyone will ever find around here are pictures like you have on the bed right now and of course the 43 different sex videos you made these last 2 days. That's right miss high and mighty, you have been making porno movies ever since 9:00 last Friday morning and not in any one of them were you forced to do anything you did not want to do. The telephone is on right now. Feel free to call the police. Call your husband. Call anyone you desire. However, if you are as smart as I think you are, you may wish to hear me out first.

First off, Marline, I am not going to blackmail you. I don't need your money. I am not going to force you into coming back here and fucking the truck drivers or myself again. I won't kick you out of bed, but once you leave, you will never be required to return, unless you have the desire to come back and play. I have to tell you baby, you suck one hell of a cock and that asshole of your is wild. No, Marline, all those videotapes and pictures we made are my insurance. The first time I ever see you leading, setting up or supporting another anti-porn rally or meeting, your nasty, filthy disgusting videos will be released. I have to tell you Mrs. Johnson, you made some videos yesterday that even got an old porno guy like myself blushing and hard as hell. I don't want to spoil your surprise. I'll let them speak for themselves."

I sat there - numb. I could not move. I was watching his lips move and hearing everything he said. Tears were running down my face. I could not believe I had fell right into the den of Satan himself.

"It is now Sunday morning," he said. "You will be out of here by 5:30 just in time to get back to join your husband for the evening services at your church just as you planned. The only difference is instead of going back to Austin with all those ideas on how to close our sex shops down, you are going to be working for us behind the scenes killing this campaign you started and leave us all alone. Oh and of course, good old Jim when he fucks you tonight will most likely notice a huge difference.

First of all he should notice the size of your pussy; how big it has gotten. With all the fucking that you have done these last two days, that cunt of yours has been stretched 4-5 times the size it was when you first got here. And most of all, he is going to notice how hot you are for his cock. Shit, if I did my plan right, that poor husband of yours is going to be all worn out and you, my dear, will not even be close to wanting to him to stop.

I can see you now -- he rolls off of you and you have to get up and go to the bathroom to fuck yourself three or four more times. Oh don't worry Marline; I am going to send you home with your three favorite rubber cocks; the ones that you fell in love with these past 2 days. Knowing your sexual appetite, I am sure you are going to need them from now on.

You are still at my truck stop. Well, it really is not a truck stop exactly; it is more like a cock stop. The shop and diner are a support for the real business here. You see Marline; I have a booming whorehouse. Oh don't worry my dear, your van is fixed and there is no charge.

You see Marline, all the truckers stop here to get their cocks serviced by my girls. I have 8 girls working a shift -- three shifts a day and you sort of "pinch hit," so to speak. I must say you where a hit. Well, to be totally honest with you, we told the boys you were doing this for the kicks and they did not have to pay the normal $25.00 for 5 minutes. They were told you were here doing it only for the sex and they could leave tips. Needless to say, I suggested they leave a quarter. After all, a cunt like you, as hot as you, should really have paid them.

Well needless to say, all the boys took their time and you had a line at your door for two days. Oh sure, I lost a hell of a lot of money but I have a feeling I am going to reap much more than money from your little stay here. Anyway Marline, you will find all your tips in the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed. Take it all. You sure earned it, to say the least.

Yes, Mrs. Johnson you have been fucking strange truck drivers for two days straight and do you know what is so exciting about it? You have craved every one of them that fucked you. Now stop your sniffling and watch what you have been doing non-stop all day Friday, Saturday, and Saturday night and what you are going to be doing this afternoon before you go home. That is right. Unless you want the videos we now have to be sent out, you will continue being the cunt you have been the last two days. Only today you will remember everything you do.

I am going to play them for you. That way you will know how this all started, and how you became the star attraction on my 40 new videos. I call them, "Mrs. Marline Johnson Can't Get Enough -- 1 through 40."

Don't you like my title selection? I like the ring it sends out. Now sit there and watch, bitch."

The screen changed and I saw myself walk into the diner. I watched as I went to the payphone and then sit down in the booth. The waitress took my order and brought back my coffee. I sat there looking at the trucks driving by and finished half of my coffee. I noticed that I sort of put my head down and the waitress came over and I heard her ask me if I was all right.

I told her I felt woozy and she told me to come with her, to lay my head down in the ladies room. I got up and went with her out the door; she had to help me walk. Then the picture changed and I was being helped into this room I was now in. She laid me on the bed and comforted me. She told me to lie on my tummy, that I might feel better. I rolled over and she left.

I could see my eyes closed and she came back carrying a syringe and she walked up to me, lifted the back of my straw dress, pulled down my white panties and injected me.

Then the scene changed again and Phil was back on the TV taking to me, he said "Oh, don't worry Mrs. Johnson, that wasn't any heroin, coke or speed. You are not addicted to any drugs. You do have an addiction all right but it sure as hell isn't to drugs. That shot had two lovely things in it. The names of both are way too hard to say. The first part was a short-term memory block. It blocks your memory of everything and who you are. It is, let's say, a chemical induced amnesia. Now the next part is the real kicker. The other part of the shot wakes up your sexual drive. Well to be honest with you Mrs. Johnson, it gets you horny as hell and your body craves sex, you crave sex like your body craves air.

I am sure you have heard of Viagra, well this is a sister drug to be used in very small amounts. It is for women to cure them from a lack of sexual drive and desire. It gives women that lost desire back or in some cases it increases their desire nearly 100 times over.

Well, in your case, we sort of tripled it. It wakes up the sex drive so strong that it is amazing what a woman will do for sex once she tries it. In fact it works better than anything ever known to man. It is being used in a lot of other countries, because it is so strong in creating such a sexual desire. Our good old FDA has banned it here in the U.S.

Now that little drug works on two places at the same time. First in your mind, making you desire sex, no, that is wrong, it would be more correct to say that it creates in you a craving for sex. The second part works on your clit, making it swell up and very, very sensitive. This causes a desire between your legs that will make you feel as if your cunt is on fire for a stiff hard cock. I call the drug by my own made up name, HCRTF. It means Hot Cunt Ready To Fuck.

There was one more part of the shot, it was a antidote to the mild "Mickey" we slipped you, so as you will see Marline, you wake up very quickly and horny as hell ready to fuck the first thing or person you can."

The screen changed and there I was lying on a bed on my tummy with the redheaded waitress sitting next to me stroking my ass cheeks. I heard myself moan, and she rolled me over. I saw my eyes open and I watched as I saw her hand working up my long dress. She worked her way up to my crotch and I saw myself open my legs and bend them back so she could touch me. I could see myself grinding my crotch back against her hand. She stopped just long enough to reach under my dress and pull down my panties. I saw how wet the crotch was and I watched as she moved on the bed, knelt down and started licking my crotch. I laid there moaning and moaning. I watched as I ground myself against her mouth and tongue. My stomach turned and I began to feel myself throbbing down between my legs.

I watched as I held onto her head and would not let her go. I was wild with lust. She inserted fingers inside of me and I was bouncing up and down hard trying to drive her fingers deeper into me as she licked (or tried to) my swollen clit.

I saw the door open and Steve came in. He said, "Is she ready Joy?"

The red head stopped licking me long enough to say, "Almost, she needs a little more prepping."

I watched as Steve undressed and knelt next to my head. He tried to put his penis into my mouth but I turned my head and kept flinging my hips into Joy. Joy stopped long enough to say, "Suck his cock bitch. Suck it or I stop. Do it now you cunt!"

I opened my mouth and Steve knelt over my face. I grabbed his penis so I would not choke, I guess. I watched as he fucked my mouth and Joy licked and fingered me. Steve climaxed in my mouth and I coughed and spit out his sperm. He reached down and through my bra, pinched my right nipple real hard, and said, "You never spit out a guys cum. You swallow it down. It is your nectar."

Things seemed to slow down. Well, they seemed to slow down and I was still heaving my groin up against Joy's fingers. She said, "I think she is ready now." Then she pulled her fingers out and brought them to my mouth. "Suck them bitch. Suck your cunt juice from my fingers." I did as she said. I started to do it slowly at first and then I again started going wild.

Steve, in the mean time, started rubbing my clit. The camera came in real close and I could see my clit all swollen and red. He asked me if I wanted to cum. I moaned. He asked louder. I moaned louder.

Joy pulled her fingers out from my mouth and my lips went chasing her fingers as she pulled out. Then she said, "Tell him bitch. Tell him if you want to cum or not."

I could hear my voice answer them both, I said, "Please, please I need to cum. I want to cum. Help me. Oh God, I want to cum."

Then Steve said, "I would say she is ready. Help me get her up."

They stood me up and I went after Steve's mouth with my own. Then Joy came over and started kissing my neck at the same time. Soon I was going after her lips with mine as we walked to the two chairs in the room. They sat me down in one with Joy and I kissing deep and hard. Steve sat across from me in the other chair. Joy broke her kiss and stepped back.

Phil came back on the screen again and said, "My, my. You sure were hot and horny after that drug weren't you Marline? That HCRTF really works well, doesn't it? We both know you would have never allowed anything like that without it, don't we? Did you also know that you couldn't hypnotize a person to make them do things that they do not want or desire to do Marline?" I have been told, for instance, that if a woman such as you that thinks sex is only for her husband inside her bedroom with the lights off will not do anything to change that. Even a trained hypnotist cannot hypnotize you to change the way you are or feel at all. No one can force a person such as yourself to do anything immoral at all because her subconscious will not let her break her morals or standards.

There is a key, you see. The subconscious or the mind has to recall those morals when the person is under or "hypnotized." That is, what your morals are. With our little memory block, the mind remembers nothing, on top of that my dear, the only thing your mind can think of is sex. Your mind and body are craving sex. Your mind is screaming for cock. Your body is screaming for a cock. With both your mind and body both craving a hard cock, you have got to climax. Well you see this next part was pretty easy. What I can't wait to see is how you are going to react now that the memory block is gone. I don't know if you know anything about computers or not, but what we have done is, in a rough way of putting it, re-programmed your mind. And your body now has no choice at all."

The screen changed again and Steve said very softly "Ok Marline, if you do everything I tell you, I promise you that you will have the best, the most mind-blowing, mind-melting climax that you have ever had in your entire life. Would you like that Marline?"

I sat there in front of him, legs apart, my hand pulling up my long dress and as he spoke I started to rub my clit and I moaned.

Steve said, "That's it baby, rub it. Now, close your eyes and listen to my voice. Listen as you rub. That's it. You can only hear my voice. It is making you go deeper and deeper into a deep sleep. That's it Marline, deeper... Yes, keep rubbing. Go deeper into your sleep. Listen to my voice. Can you hear me Marline?"

I said, "Yes."

Steve then said, "You want to climax, don't you Marline?"

I said, "Yes, I do."

Steve asked, "Are you on fire? Do you want to be fucked? Do you need a hard cock?"

I answered without any hesitation, "Yes, I do."

Then he said, "Tell me what you want and what you need."

I kept lightly rubbing myself and again without any hesitation said, "I need a hard cock to fuck me, I need to cum, I want to cum, I need it bad."

Steve said, "Listen very closely, you have a memory loss. Your name is Marline Johnson. You are married and you are addicted to sex. You have to have sex. Your body craves sex. You came here to give your body what it wants -- what it craves. You cannot get enough sex. It is what you live for. You do need sex right now don't you Mrs. Johnson?"

I answered very clearly and very sexily, "Yes. Yes I do need sex right now."

Steve then said, "Good. We know nothing else about you. No one here knows anything about you. All we know is that you love to fuck and love to get very nasty. You are very perverted when it comes to sex. You came here to feed your perverted sexual desires. You love the taste of sperm. You love it more than chocolate, more than ice cream, more than pie or cake. You love the salty taste of sperm from men and the sweet taste of nectar that comes from a pussy. You love to eat and suck out a pussy that has just been fucked getting all the sperm and cunt juice.

We know that you like to talk dirty and you have a gutter mouth when you are fucking. We know that you get extremely turned on when people talk dirty to you. You love it when you are called a "bitch" and it turns you on knowing you love to fuck like a "bitch" in heat.

You really get turned on when anyone refers to you as "cunt", "whore" or "slut". Most women hate those words but not you. Hearing them and being called them makes you extremely horny. When you hear the words "cock," "pussy" or "asshole," you always think of sex. You hear the word "cock" and you always want to put one in your mouth. When you hear the word "pussy" you crave sexual release. You can get it buy fucking or by eating and loving to lick a pussy.

When you hear the word "asshole" it makes you crave a cock up and in your ass. You have no control over this. Your cunt and your asshole want cock and your mouth wants cock. You have got to have cock. You crave cock -- any cock.

In fact, Mrs. Johnson, you will do anything to get fucked by a male. You will fuck a male human or a male dog and it doesn't matter just as long as you can fuck a hard cock. You will do anything to eat a woman, to fuck a woman. We know you love being fucked in your mouth, in your cunt and in your asshole.

Some of your strongest climaxes come when you are being fucked in your asshole and you are sucking a man's cock or eating another woman. You love being fucked in your ass and your cunt while you suck or eat a woman.

You are the hottest woman alive. You desire nasty, filthy sex all the time.

When you see a man's cock, you will crave it. You will have to fuck it. You do not care where you are at or what you are doing. Sex is the only thing that matters to you. You crave climaxing and you crave to make others climax. It makes you feel wonderful when you make another person climax.

Mrs. Johnson, you are a pussy and cock-hungry bitch in heat and you cannot get enough cock and pussy. This is all we know and this is all you know. You remember nothing. Do you understand Marline?"

I answered him and said, "Yes, I understand."

Steve then said, "Marline, tell me where are you from?"

I answered, "I don't know."

Steve then asked, "How did you get here?"

I answered, "I don't know."

He then asked, "Why are you here Mrs. Johnson?"

I said, "I need a man, any man. I need to get fucked. I am looking for nasty filthy sex. I am so fucking hot. My pussy and ass need a cock."

Steve said, "Good, very good Mrs. Johnson. Can you remember why you are here? Do you remember anything at all other than that?"

I said, "I am addicted to sex. I need sex. I want to get fucked and fucked. I want to eat pussy."

Steve said, "Good girl Mrs. Johnson. Now, do you remember anything else?"

I said, "I can't remember anything. I really need to have a cock to fuck me. I need it bad."

Steve said, "Good Mrs. Johnson. What about a dog? I have a big dog that will fuck you like crazy. Would you want my dog to fuck you, bitch? "

I answered him, "Yes. Fuck yes. I need a dog's cock. Oh God, any cock."

Steve then said, "What about a nice hot pussy? Would you like to eat a woman's hot wet slimy cunt right after a man pumped his sperm inside of her and pulled his cock out?"

I said, "Yes, I would. I would suck her and suck his cock, cleaning them both."

He then said, "Ok, Marline. Now, listen closely. You are going to get all the sex you desire and crave. When I say the word "now" you are going to have the strongest and best climax of your life. Whenever you are having any kind of sex with yourself, when you masturbate, when you use anything to fuck your hot pussy or when you have sex with a woman or with a man, in order for you to climax you must hear another person say the word "now."

No matter how hard you try, you will never be able to climax unless you hear another person say the word "now". Do you understand Marline?"

I said, "Yes, I understand."

"You have never had a climax like this in your life before. When you hear the word, you will experience the strongest climax in your life. You have never felt anything like this climax before this moment. Do you understand Marline?"

I answered, "Yes, I understand."

When another person is fucking you, you are wild. You are a screamer. You cannot control yourself. Your mouth will not stop begging for them to come, to make you come. No one can beg for cock better than you can. When a man is fucking you, you will tell him you love his cock. You will tell him he is the best man that has ever fucked you. You will beg him not to stop. You will plead for him to go faster and harder. You will beg him to shoot his sperm deep inside of you. You will tell him how much you love him fucking you, you will tell him how much you love his cock in you.

When you have a dog fucking you, it is the same. You will talk to the dog as you would any lover, and you will tell him how much you love his cock. You will fuck him hard and beg for him not to stop. You will fuck him hard and you will go right to the edge of a climax, but you will never be able to climax unless another person say's the word "now".

When you have sex with another woman, you will make her climax and climax over and over. You get enjoyment from making her climax. You will go right to the edge of a mind-blowing earth-shattering climax, but just like the dog, you have to hear the word "now." Do you understand this Mrs. Johnson?"

I sat there watching. My pussy felt like it was on fire. My gut hurt with desire for sex. My mind was spinning and I mouthed the word as I said it on the TV, "yes."

Steve said, "Good, I am going to hand you a small rubber dildo coated with KY jelly. You are going to insert it into your hot little cunt. Remember whenever you use anything to fuck yourself you must use a lubricant. If you don't, your poor little cunt will get all raw and sore. KY is best, however butter and Vaseline are also good. Always use something when you fuck yourself or when another person fucks you with a fake cock. The only time you do not have to use a lubricant like that is when your cunt is full of male sperm. When your cunt is full of the sweet nectar, you can fuck and fuck over and over and never get sore. Do you understand Mrs. Johnson?"

I answered, "Yes, I understand."

"Also when you fuck yourself in your asshole, it is best to also use a lubricant. Now stop rubbing yourself and hold out your hand."

I did as he said and I watched as Joy handed me a rubber dildo.

Steve then said, "Put the cock in your mouth Marline. Love it with your mouth before you put it inside of you. Yes, that's it. Suck it just like you sucked my cock on the bed. Ok, now bring it down. Let Joy put KY on it and around your hot little hole. Ok, now lift your legs up. Now put it in that hot little hole of yours. Yes, that's it Marline."

I watched as I did everything he told me to.

Then he said, "Do you like the way it feels Marline?"

I answered him and said, "Yes, I like it."

He then said, "Do you love the feeling of it Marline?"

I said, "Yes, I love it"

He asked me, "Can you feel the cock sliding in and out of your hot cunt, fucking you?"

I said, "Yes."

Steve then said, "Do you want to cum now or wait some more?"

I answered, "Now, please, I want to cum now please. Oh God it feels so fucking good. Give it to me. Fuuuucccckkkk me. Oh, fuuuccckkkk mmmmmeeeee!" I was mesmerized as I watched myself pounding in and out of myself with that rubber cock.

Steve said, "Not yet Bitch. We have to do a few more things first. Keep fucking yourself but stop talking. You can moan but listen to my voice. That feeling you are now feeling, is wonderful isn't it Marline?"

I said, "Yes, I love it. I love it so fucking much."

Steve said, "Yes, you do and you want this feeling all the time don't you Marline?"

I said, "Yes, I do. I have to have it. I want it all the time."

Joy walked over to Steve, knelt down and took his limp cock into her mouth. I watched as she reached down and started touching herself as she sucked him. Steve said, "Listen to my voice Marline. The sex is getting better and better. You are getting closer, yes, closer to your orgasm. You have to climax soon or you will die trying."

I watched as I was now slamming the cock in and out of myself harder and faster. The faster I was fucking myself, the wetter my pussy became. My pussy was making sloshing noises as the cock went in and out. Sitting there watching, I felt a craving between my legs. I wanted that same feeling that I was watching on the TV.

Steve said, "You're close, so close. Now, listen to me. You can't cum. No matter how hard you fuck that cunt of yours, you can't cum. No matter how hard you try."

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