Slave Girl


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Desc: Sex Story: Woman goes away with her hubby and his friends, and becomes their slave

I was all set to go up north to our cabin on the lake for the weekend. I had made plans with several of my friends, and we were all going to meet at the cabin Friday night for two wonderful days away from the city, our jobs, and our families. Just the "boys" with nothing to do or worry about. I came home from work early Friday and started to pack the car. I was just about finished when my wife walked out with a suitcase.

"What the hell is that?" I asked.

"Just some things I'll need for the weekend. I'm going with you to keep you guys out of trouble"

"No way!" I said, "This is for the guys only. You would be the only female there."

"Sounds like fun to me, I always wanted to go on one of these weekends of yours to see what you guys really do for two days. For all I know, you might have a woman up there and you all take turns with her."

"Don't I wish!" I said. I had to think of something to get her to stay home. She would probably spoil the weekend for the other guys, not to mention mine.

"If you go, you'd probably wind up having to do everything for us. You know, get this, do that. You'd wind up being a slave!"

Debbie opened the car door, and turning to look me in the eye, said "Just what I'm hoping for. I'm your slave for the weekend. Whatever you tell me to do, I'll do. What ever you want me to give, I'll give. I'm ready to be a total slave to your every command, no holds barred, or should I say, no holes barred..."

With that, she sat down in the front seat and shut the door. I stood by the open trunk in total amazement. We had always had sexual fantasies about this kind of thing, but we had never actually gone through with it. Here she was, implying that she would go to a cabin with six men and put out for all of them! I was excited by the idea, but I didn't want to ruin my marriage by getting the wrong meaning from what she had said. I shut the trunk and got in behind the wheel, then turned towards Debbie and gave her a long look.

"I'm not sure I heard that right," I said, "are you suggesting that you will do anything I say if I let you go?"

Debbie smiled at me and said "No, that's not quite what I meant."

My face must have shown my disappointment, for she leaned over and gave me a soft, wet, open mouthed kiss and said "What I meant was I will do anything for anybody, whenever and however they want, as long as I don't get hurt doing it. My only desire is to please you, and I know you've wanted to see me get it on with other men, so lets go and do it, just this once!" I put my arm around her and pulled her close to me, my left hand caressed her nice 36-C tits (no bra!) and rubbed her hard, pointed nipples. I kissed her, and her mouth opened to accept my probing tounge. Normally Debbie is somewhat aggressive when we kiss, but she seemed to be, well, submissive is the word. I brushed my lips across her cheek, nibbled her neck, and then wispered in her ear. "You'll have to fuck your brains out."

"I want to."

"You'll be sucking cock all weekend."

"I want to."

"You'll probably wind up getting it up your ass."

"I want to."

I looked in her eyes again. Her face was flushed, and she had that 'I'm fuckable' look in her eyes. She looked back at me and said "Please, lets go. I can't wait to get started."

It took almost three hours to get up to the cabin. Debbie and I hardly said a word on the way there. She curled up in her seat and fell asleep, and I figured she was going to need all the rest she could get, so I tried not to disturb her. She woke up just as we were pulling onto the two dirt ruts that served as a road back up into the trees to our cabin. She yawned, stretched, and then winked at me.

"I hope you haven't changed your mind," she said, "I am ready to be the focus of a two day gang-bang. Will it bother you to see me putting out for everyone?"

"I won't be jealous, if that's what you mean." I replied. "And as far as being 'bothered', I won't be as long as you're putting out for me, too!"

"Count on it, honey."

I had left early, so no one had arrived yet. Debbie and I unpacked the car and carried everything in. The cabin had a slight musky smell from being closed up for several weeks. There was one big room, a combination of living room and kitchen, and a smaller room with a big brass double bed. Taking her suitcase into the bedroom, Debbie mumbled something about "getting ready". I worked on the bigger room, checking on the supplies and storing the food and beer I had brought. I carried in some firewood, for the nights get a little cool, and set up the fireplace with kindling and wood, ready for the touch of a match to set it blazing. I had just finished when a car pulled up. I looked outside and saw John and Dave getting out. John was a tall, muscular ex-football player, while Dave was shorter and slightly overweight. They were working the cramps out of their bodies from the drive up, and were talking and laughing. Debbie poked her head out of the bedroom and asked who was here.

"John and Dave," I said. "Don't tell them I'm here yet, and don't let them in here. Yell when everyone is here and I'll come out and surprise them. O.K.?"

"You got it, sex slave!" I agreed.

"Not yet, but I'm sure I will, sex master!" she answered, and then shut the door again. I went outside to greet John and Dave, and as we exchanged handshakes Bob's van pulled up with Mike and Paul. The three of them lived close by each other and had driven up together, as usual. The six of us had all met at college, and we got together often to relax. The usual banter determined that we had plenty of beer, junk food, and herb to last the weekend. As we entered the cabin Mike mentioned that he had brought some dynamite fuck films for us to watch. "I brought something better than fuck films," I said, "I brought us a real live fuck."

Everyone stopped in their tracks. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" asked Mike.

"Well, I know this is going to sound strange, but Debbie begged to come along, and she's agreed to provide for our every desire. I hope you don't mind fucking my wife, I don't, and she sure wants to."

"Yeah, right. Like I really believe that!" Bob said. He looked at the door to the bedroom and said "I suppose she's in there naked and waiting for us, too."

"I'm not sure if she's naked yet. Let's get one thing straight, we're serious about this, I'm going to share her with all of you under these conditions: don't get rough, and don't try to continue this later without me being around. Agreed?" They all voiced agreement, but I could tell most doubted it was for real. They probably figured I was pulling a trick of some kind, and they were waiting for the punch line. I figured the "trick" was Debbie's to pull, so I turned to the door and yelled "We're all here and wondering if you're naked yet!" Debbie opened the door and walked out. She wasn't naked, but she didn't have much on, either. She was wearing a black, lacy top that tied in the front and barely contained her tits. The one string holding the two sides together looked ready to snap, and left her skin exposed from the black satin neck band down to her navel. The top was short, barely reaching her smooth stomach. She was wearing black shorts, very brief and made of a soft terrycloth that molded itself to the contours of her pussy and ass. There was a small wet spot where the shorts dipped into her pussy, and I could tell by her flushed face that she was primed and ready.

"No, I'm not naked yet. Do you want me to be?" Her voice was charged with emotion, and she fingered the tie to her skimpy top.

I looked at the others, and all were standing with their mouths open and staring at Debbie. The sound of their breathing was loud, and I could see several were already sporting hard-ons.

"Well, what do you say, guys? Do we want her naked?" I asked.


"You bet!"

"Fuckin A!"

"You heard the answer, Debbie," I said. "We want you naked."

With a small, nervous smile, Debbie pulled the tie and released her tits from the top. A collective groan from the guys (including me!) let her know the effect she was having on us. She slid her arms out of the sleeves and let it fall to the floor. She stood in front of us for a moment, her arms at her sides, her shoulders back and her magnificent tits thrust out towards us, the nipples obviously swollen and hard. Then she slowly slid her hands down to her shorts, hooked her thumbs in the waistband, and ever so slowly slid the shorts off. She was trembling as she exposed her dark bush, then her visably damp pussy. She parted her legs slightly to pull the shorts from her slit, and when she got them to her knees they fell the rest of the way to the floor. She stepped away from the pile of clothes and walked up to the six of us. "I'm naked and ready. Do what you want with me."

The response was immediate. Mike looked at the VCR tapes in his hand and threw them on the couch. Five pairs of hands reached out and touched her, sliding all over her body. Debbie stood still while ten hands explored every inch of her, squeezing her tits, tweaking the hard nipples as she moaned with delight. Since I was participating in a visual way only, I stepped back to give the others more room. They moved in like animals in heat. Debbie threw her head back and closed her eyes as several hands moved down to her pussy. Paul pulled one of her thighs, forcing her legs farther apart, and Debbie shuddered as he drove several fingers into her exposed snatch.

"Man, is this babe ready to fuck!" he exclaimed, "She's soaking wet in here! Nice and tight, too! Jeremy, you're one lucky son of a bitch to have this to come home to!"

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