Christie, Part 2 - "Lies, Videotape, and Sex"

Chris was so mortified by what he was wearing that he ducked into the first shop on the street. It was a lingerie store. The cute blonde salesgirl looked to be about 18 and had a firm, athletic little body. She asked if she could help with anything and he complained about the fit of his bras. She led him into the dressing room. "What size bra do you wear?" the sales clerk asked, "I mean when you wear one?" The young woman's face lit up like a thousand candles as she grinned at Chris. He felt her eyes linger on the boobs that swelled his pink leather top.

He blushed and answered, "36C."

"I'll get one that size and we'll see how it fits." She left and quickly returned with a white satin bra. Chris felt her cool hands on his back as she undid his top and let it fall to the floor. Chris felt her fingers pull the bra on and then a pinching as she did the hooks. "How does it fit?" She asked, her words coming at his ear from behind, Chris could feel her warm breath on his neck. Chris shivered, feeling his nipples respond to this lovely creature.

"It seems much too tight." Chris said in a half whisper.

"Let's see," she countered as she reached around me and lifted the bra and guided the cups over his already aching flesh and snugged it in place. Chris felt her fingers sliding from under his arms, tracing the elastic around to his back. She quickly came around in front of him and lifted the straps, shaking them, making his breasts jiggle as they settled into the soft satin again. Her fingers reached down and hooked under one cup and she tugged slightly upward. "Definitely too small," she exclaimed and quickly circled behind him to undo the hooks again. This time she let the bra fall away in her hand and she completely removed it.

When she came in front of me again she was holding a tape measure. his face was flushed and Chris felt embarrassed at how hard his nipples were. "Here, let's see what you need," she said in his ear as she reached around, almost hugging him to her. Chris felt like he would swoon any second as her fingers brought the tape around, under his arms, just grazing his sensitive skin. As she pulled back Chris wanted to protest, to keep her breasts mashed into his. Slowly she brought her fingers together directly over his rigid nipples. She was looking into his eyes again and smiling as Chris felt her touch them and he was ready to scream. "Maybe we'll have to take a half inch off this measurement, huh?" she teased. It seemed like an eternity that her fingers were gently pressing against those hard nipples as she looked down and read the tape, and when she let it go it seemed like it wasn't long enough. "Hmm, I'd say 38D." Her knuckles raked over his nipples as she pulled away and Chris heard a tiny gasp escape his lips. She quickly looked up and smiled sweetly. "I didn't hurt you did I?" Chris shook his head as Chris looked around for a chair, his legs feeling like they were going to give up on him. She seemed to sense his wants and pulled a chair from a nearby desk and told him to sit while she found what he needed.

As she disappeared through the door Chris let out a long deep sigh, his legs trembling, his heart pounding. Chris thought, does she have any idea what she was doing to me? She reappeared with the same cheery face and voice. "How about this?" She was holding out a bra of sheer lace, scalloped all around the cup and both straps. Chris took it from her pretending to be all business as Chris examined the tag. "My God!" Chris exclaimed, "This thing is $35?"

"Not bad huh?" She said laughing. "And it's all lace. Oh and here's a matching thong. Try it on." Chris looked up in surprise.

"I can try them on?" Chris asked.

She grinned even wider. "Back here you can do whatever you want." She was irresistible. She handed him the thong and said, "I'll be right back." Chris stood up and let his leather hotpants drop to the floor. There was a mirror against the wall and Chris looked at himself as he peeled his panties off and stood there naked. His stiffening cock stood out from his trim body.

Chris couldn't believe this was happening. Here he was standing in the back room of a store, totally nude, dick throbbing, hoping the salesgirl will want him. Chris put on the bra, sat down, and spread his legs. The girl came in from the front. She stopped and looked him up and down. "Wow!" She squealed. "That's a surprise!"

"Do I look good?" Chris asked teasingly.

"Oh yes, you look great!" she giggled. "I have just the thing for you." She stood directly in front of the chair and stretched up toward a shelf over Chris' head. "You don't have to move, I can reach it," she said as she reached higher. Chris was looking directly at a cute little gold ring locked into her perfect bellybutton only inches from his face. She leaned farther into him and her soft smooth belly was actually touching his nose. "Are you OK?" she asked from above him.

"Just fine." She was on her tiptoes now and her skirt was sliding against his face, Chris could smell her sex, it was like a magnet. He dipped his head, his face in her crotch. "Sorry, almost have it!" She chattered, but Chris didn't want her to get it. His hands instinctively came out and grasped each supple hip, her skin so velvety soft to his touch. "Oh thank you for helping." Chris heard her say as he pressed his face into her crotch. She didn't move as Chris brushed the skirt back with his cheek and touched his mouth to the tiny pink panties underneath. Chris could feel and smell her wetness. He kissed the soft lips only hidden by a thin strip of cloth. His mouth was open trying to devour her entire crotch when she suddenly wasn't there any more. "Got it!" She said with delight.

Chris felt cheated as he looked up at her still smiling face. She looked as though she was unaware of what just happened as she handed him a bustier complete with garter straps. Chris looked up at her, wanting to continue, wanting to ravage her. "This would be so great on you," she said excitedly, "you've got to have it!"

Chris looked at her through dreamy eyes. "You're right, I must have it."

She squealed like a child with a new toy and clapped her hands. "Goody, let's try it on." She took his hand and pulled him from the chair. She quickly reached around and undid the bra and threw it on the table. "You're so pretty for a boy," she told him. "You're going to look so hot in this!"

"You're pretty too," Chris told her but it seemed to fall on deaf ears as she went behind him and pulled the bustier around.

It laced up the front and as she brought it together she took his hands and placed them over his own breasts. "Here, you've got to hold those monsters up while I lace it." Chris stood cupping his breasts as she laced him into the bustier. When she got to the top she took his hands away and laced and adjusted the cups. Then she was on her toes and her hand was inside the bra cup, cradling his aching breast. "You don't mind do you, me positioning them?"

Chris could feel her fingers manipulating the quivering flesh as he sighed into her ear. "No, I love it."

She quickly kissed him on the mouth. Chris looked at her wondering where this was going but she was again engrossed in what she was doing. Her hand was in the other cup now and her fingers were making him crazy as they brushed over the nipple, squeezing now, placing it just right in the cup. She finished lacing and stood back. "Wow, you are so hot everyone is going to want you. Here look!" She said shoving me in front of the mirror. Chris had to admit that this was some very sexy stuff. The bustier came to mid hip. Chris looked as good as any showgirl Chris had seen wearing one. She pushed him back into the chair.

"Gotta have the stockings!" She said and was reaching up on the shelf again. Chris made no pretense this time as his hands ran up her hips, his lips kissing at the tiny gold ring as she leaned into him, his tongue pressing into her navel. Chris lowered his head and pulled back the tiny skirt and closed his lips over her crotch. She didn't move for several minutes as Chris kissed and sucked at her wet crotch, his hands going around and caressing her smooth buttocks. She stayed there on her toes as Chris pulled aside the tiny panties and at last was able to press his tongue into this sweet flesh. Her legs opened slightly as Chris forced his tongue past her soft lips and tasted her juices. She drew one knee up and Chris supported it with his hand as Chris pushed his tongue into her cunt.

When his mouth found her clit she began to undulate against him in a steady rhythm, her hands pressing his head into her, her moans urging him on. "Oh my!" Chris heard her murmur and then her hips thrashed against him. Chris pulled her tighter and sucked and bit gently until the last wave passed and Chris felt her begin to relax.

Chris looked up at her, his face wet with her juices. "You are so fantastic!" Chris said softly. She giggled and quickly leaned down and kissed him full on the mouth. It lasted only a second before she stepped back and straightened her clothes.

She knelt down in front of him. "I got the stockings," she said holding up a pair of mesh stockings. She took one leg and sat his foot on her thigh as she began to work the stocking up his leg. She smoothed the top over his thigh, her hands coming within inches of his hard dong. She hooked the garters and then proceeded to do the same to the other one, only this time her hands were pushing into his crotch. Chris slumped down in the chair letting his legs fall open, his eyes closed waiting for the next touch. "Oh, I got you all excited," she said like it was a surprise. "I'll take care of it." Chris felt her fingers around his dick and she stroked him. Chris opened his legs wider and slid down in the chair throwing his head back. He gasped out loud as he felt her warm mouth close softly over his cock. Then her tongue worked so expertly that Chris came in a matter of seconds. His thighs hugged her head as he came in spurts, feeling one convulsion after another as she swallowed every drop.

As Chris lay back in the chair like a limp rag she stood, leaned over and hugged him. Chris took her face in his hands and gently kissed her mouth, tasting his own spunk on her lips. She kissed back letting him push his tongue into her warm mouth, her tongue circling his. She curled up in his lap as Chris hugged her, his hands exploring her firm little breasts, feeling her hard nipples, pulling on them as she whimpered and snuggled into his neck. Then as suddenly as it began it ended. She got up and smoothed her clothes and went through the door.

Chris sat there for minute or two and then got up and looked in the mirror. He looked like a porno star Chris thought, laughing to himself as he unlaced the bustier and removed it and the stockings. By the time the salesgirl returned Chris had his own clothes back on and was primping in the mirror. "Sorry," she said, "I had a customer." She turned and picked up the underthings. "I'll just wrap these for you," she said casually and left again. When she returned she was holding a bag and a bill. Chris fumbled for a credit card to pay the $122.00 for the things she had sold him and she left again. "I am so glad you came in." She said in her cheerful voice. "Please come back again." Chris signed it and looked at her. She smiled back at him and Chris reached out and pulled her to him. She kept smiling and Chris could see the tease in her eyes.

"Yes Ma'am?" She asked.

"Are you always such a tease?" Chris asked, wanting to never let her go.

She wiggled into him, her face only inches away, a wry smile on her lips. "Why, whatever do you mean?" She said coyly. Chris kissed her again, this time her tongue was in his mouth, her hands were pinching at his nipples. Chris was ready to take it all off again and start over when she pulled away. She bit gently down on his lip and then pulled on it. "Do you like me?" She asked.

"Yes, very much." Chris confessed.

"I like you too," she said, "you are so hot." She kissed him again. Her hands were still caressing his breasts. "I want to remember you." She whispered into his mouth as she kissed him again. "The security camera took video of us in the dressing room, the whole thing," she confided. "I'm going to keep it, so I can watch us make love."

The color drained from his face. "No!" Chris protested. "Erase it, please!" Chris begged.

"I don't have the key," she told him quietly. "The only one who can get to the tape is the owner. He reviews every minute of it too." She seemed so serious now.

"My God." Chris said feeling trapped. "What will we do?"

Suddenly she broke into her big smile again and laughed. She hugged him and kissed his cheek. "It's okay, the owner is my boyfriend. He knows I like girls and he'll love to watch this one. It gets him really hot for me."

"How did it go, Christie?"

"Oh, just fine, Barbie. I got some more new lingerie at my favorite store."

Barbie smiled at Chris. He positively glowed after his shopping trips. It had been six months since they got the inheritance and control of the business and he never complained about his body anymore.

Chris' legs looked long and sexy in his red latex dress. And his high heels made him arch his big chest out so provocatively. It was obvious he wasn't wearing any of his favorite undies beneath the tightly stretched rubber.

John walked into Barbie's office with a big grin on his face. "John, what are you doing here?" Barbie asked.

"I just wanted to see my favorite cousins," John replied, "and give you these presents."

"Presents?" Chris asked as he grew concerned. "Why are you giving us presents?"

"Just open them," he commanded.

Chris and Barbie looked at each other then slowly tore open the packages. Chris got his box open first. It was black silk thong underwear — for a man.

Chris blushed red, then looked at Barbie. "He knows."

"Oh, no," Barbie whispered.

"Oh, yes," John replied, "A friend of mine who owns a lingerie store downtown just showed me an incredible video of our little Christie's DICK pumping in and out of one of his salesgirls. Which means things are going to change around here. I want my rightful 80% of the profits from the business, or the two of you go to jail for fraud."

Barbie was speechless. "Now open your present, Barbie," John said.

She opened it and looked inside. "Go put that on," John commanded, "then come back here and suck me off. That will be your gift to me."

"No," Barbie pleaded, "I can't. Not in front of Chris."

"I'm giving the orders around here now."

"Please! Not in front of my husband. Let me jack you off instead."

He looked at her for a long moment then agreed. "Sure, that will do. For now. Go get dressed and hurry back here. I'm already getting horny thinking about your hands on me."

Barbie put the box on the bathroom sink and removed tiny thong panties from it. They were see through and fringed with white lace. She slid them on, the thong slipped up between her butt cheeks. The bra was lacey and white and she put it on, noticing how how much her nipples stretched the thin material. The lingerie seemed to caress her body.

She grabbed the Vaseline, put on her robe and headed downstairs. Barbie knew that this was as much her fault as it was Chris' and felt that the humiliation would be punishment enough. Besides, it would be all over in a couple minutes.

John had a smug, superior look on his face when Barbie entered wearing a short robe.

"Alright Barbie," he said. "Let's see what you've got."

Barbie flashed John a nasty look that spoke volumes, and with a resigned shrug, she opened the robe and let it fall to the floor. She braced herself for the whistles and catcalls, but they never came. What did surprise her was the reaction she was getting from the two men. Chris was staring at her lustfully and she could see the outline of his erect penis beneath his latex dress. John on the other hand had stood up straight and looked like he was about to rape her on the spot.

She shivered in fear as she looked up at him towering over her. Barbie was both surprised and disappointed in herself for finding that the experience was actually arousing her. Here she was a strong, intelligent woman getting turned on by showing off her body before her husband and a man that she despised with a passion.

How did my wimpy little cousin score a babe this hot, thought John as he eyed Barbie.

"Let's see a little more," said John as he made a circling motion with his fingers.

Barbie was ready to slap him, but just gritted her teeth and spun around, showing off her bare rear end and the rest of her body.

"Come on John lets get this over with," she said. "Take it out."

John shook his head no. "You get to do the honors," he said as he pulled his shirt off over his head.

She found herself staring at his bare chest and was couldn't help but be impressed with his physique. She reached out to unbuckle his belt. She was reaching for his buttons, when she felt him put his hands on her shoulders and push her down to her knees. She tried to resist, but he was just too strong and she relented, kneeling before his crotch. His pants were really stretched out in the front and she assumed they must be too big for him. She wanted to end this unpleasant experience and quickly unbuttoned his pants and then pulled the zipper down. She struggled to get his pants down over his hips. When she had them down around his ankles he stepped out of them and she reached up to yank off his white briefs and stopped. The bulge contained under his briefs was simply immense. Barbie was confused and shook her head in denial. She had become used to her husband's hormone-shrunken cock.

She grabbed the waistband of his underwear and jumped back in surprise as his massive penis leaped out at her and rested half erect against her right cheek. It must be at least 10" long she thought in shock. It rubbed against her cheek and then started to rise up the side of her face and came to rest against her forehead. Barbie found herself looking down the underside of his massive shaft at the big blue vein underneath, pulsing with power. It had grown another inch and she realized that it had to be just short of a foot long at full erection. John's penis was close to three times the length of her husband's and twice as thick.

She felt John pull back a little and his penis slowly slid down her face over the bridge of her nose and the fat head came to rest on her parted lips. She was still staring ahead in a state of shock and as she felt it on her lips she glanced down its length and then up John's hard, muscular body and she saw his face grinning down at her.

Barbie spent the next couple of days wondering why she reacted the way she did, and as she thought of herself kneeling half naked before such a strong, powerful man with his super-sized penis resting against her mouth, without thinking, she pursed her lips and kissed its big head. Barbie quickly came to her senses and pulled back so that his penis hovered before her face horrified at what she had done. She briefly worried about Chris but, he was behind her and probably hadn't seen her do it. John had seen it of course, and he laughed.

"What's a matter Barbie?" he said. "I thought you were in a hurry to jack off my cock."

Barbie was in a hurry to get this over with, but the size of his cock had shocked her. Never taking her eyes off his incredible cock she reached up and grabbed the Vaseline. She put a glob on her hand and then thinking that it would take a lot more to cover such a large one she scooped up a larger glob.

She covered the head of John's cock with Vaseline and ran her hand down to the base, lubricating it thoroughly and she measured him with both hands to see how big he was. It took four of her hands to cover the shaft and his cock head was still peaking out at her. Her fingers couldn't touch as they encircled it and she could feel it throbbing with power. Chris' erections were always soft and bendable but John's cock was so hard that you could hammer nails with it. Barbie was both awed and shocked by John's cock. She began tugging on it with both hands and then she began running her hands up and down his foot long shaft, stopping only to put on more Vaseline.

Barbie never took her eyes of John's cock as she stroked it. She became mesmerized by the rhythmic movement of her hands on his shaft and entered a dreamlike state. In her dream her hands turned into lips and she was swallowing all twelve inches of his rod. Then her lips grew hairy and his cock was pounding into her pussy. She dreamed she was John's slut and all three of her holes were filled at once by 12" cocks.

Chris moved around to the side to get a better view. He heard his wife moan and realized that his worst fears had come true. She was completely enthralled by his cousin's gigantic penis and he couldn't blame her. Chris was both worried, ashamed, and surprisingly, excited at the same time. He realized that if these two had been strangers, he would be observing the most erotic sight of his life. He wasn't used to seeing Barbie dressed like a whore and it was easy to pretend she was a porn goddess stroking off the penis of a well hung stud. Chris' little cock was so hard it ached under his panties and he yearned to release it.

Barbie's tired arms brought her out of her dream state and she hated herself for the thoughts that had went through her mind. She didn't want to take her eyes off that beautiful cock, but she managed to glance at the clock. Then she glanced back, she must have been confused about the time, because she could swear she had started jerking him off thirty minutes ago. Impossible, she thought, it should have been over in five minutes, but then why were her arms so tired?

She glanced up at John and found he was still staring down at her. There was sweat on his brow and he was breathing heavy. She felt his cock throb under her hands, and she returned her attention to his shaft. The head was swelling up even bigger and its eye was opening and closing with each stroke of her hand. She started stroking it faster now. The power she felt at knowing she was about to make him orgasm gave her arms the strength to finish. Barbie brought her head down to get a better view of the drops of semen that were about to trickle out of the pee slit.

The hood just continued to impossibly swell and just when she thought John was going to last forever, she saw the eye open wide and it shot his white seed into her face. Her mouth opened wide as she pulled back in horror and she saw a long strand of his cum blast from the head of his cock and it flew into her mouth, striking the back of her throat. Barbie gulped as she tried to scream and swallowed it down before she had time to think. More strands of cum hit her face and breasts soiling her red bra. She fell back trying to escape his cum bath and felt even more of his semen splatter on her belly and abdomen.

Barbie scurried to her feet and ran up the stairs crying.

She could barely see herself in the bathroom mirror through her tears and wiped her eyes. The beautiful woman she had been proud of an hour ago was gone, replaced by a sperm covered slut. She saw her soiled new lingerie, splattered with semen and she stripped, throwing the stained bra and panties into the trash. She stood there panting heavily watching her large breasts rising and falling with each breath.

Barbie was very confused. She had read somewhere that the male orgasm normally only filled up a tea spoon, yet John's cum could fill up at least two shot glasses. Some sperm was flowing down over her left nipple and she wiped it up with her finger but, instead found herself rubbing it around her hard nipple, moaning as the pungent aroma of so much cum overwhelmed her sense of smell. She could taste him in her mouth as she brought her cum coated fingers to her lips and began to lick them. She found herself scooping up his semen and shoveling it into her mouth trying to taste more. Barbie became a ravenous animal and couldn't get enough, licking around her lips trying to get it all. She then eyed the sperm on her breasts and she bent her neck and pushed her breast up, licking one long nipple clean. Barbie was out of control, scooping a glob of his semen out of her belly button and quickly sucking it off her finger.

The only semen left untouched by her was on her abdomen and was trickling down onto her pubic hair. She scooped it up and was about to bring her finger up to her mouth, when her hand reversed course and pushed her cum covered finger into her vagina, trying to push it deep into her womb. Barbie's legs grew wobbly as she fingered her hungry pussy. She collapsed to her knees, then she fell forward on her shoulder before the toilet, with her ass thrust up in the air as she rapidly fingered her pussy. Barbie was moaning softly and opening her eyes saw the light reflect off another glob of semen resting on her red bra hanging out of the trash can before her. Resting her weight on her shoulder, she reached out her free hand and scooped it off the bra. She stared at it shining on her fingertip for a couple of seconds before bringing her hand up over her rear end. She pushed her cum covered finger into her rectum, pushing his remaining sperm deep into her ass.

Barbie was trembling and moaning softly as she moved her fingers in and out of her two holes. It was a strange fulfilling experience and she felt an incredible feeling grow deep within her belly and then explode throughout her body. Her ass clenched her finger tight and she felt her pussy throb as the finger in it got soaked by her juices.

Barbie felt another one coming and tried to fight it, whispering "I don't want that big cock, I don't want that big cock" over and over again, but she shook and almost screamed as the second orgasm overwhelmed her and she passed out from the pleasure.

The next day John moved in with Barbie and Chris. He took the real Christie's room without asking permission. Then he took Barbie into the studio, which was part of the house. John insisted that she pose nude for the website, and with little argument she'd agreed. After all, John could have her thrown in jail if she didn't cooperate.

Chris went to the studio to watch the photo shoot, but it was empty when he arrived. Then he heard a noise from the dressing room. Chris's curiosity got the better of him, and he put his ear to the door to listen.

"That's right, baby," John was saying. "Take it out."

"Ummmmmh!" It was Barbie's voice again, half-way between a groan and a sigh. Chris dropped to his knees and put his eye to the key hole.

And a moment later, when his eye had focused on the scene before him, he sincerely wished he had minded his own business. Barbie was stark naked. A pillow had been thrown on the floor and Barbie was kneeling on it in slave-like submission at John's feet. Chris' big cousin was still fully dressed except his pants were open at the fly.

Chris's eyes widened when he saw exactly what Barbie was doing. The cute blonde had John's thick fat cock in her delicate hands and she was stroking it vigorously, gently pulling the thick pliable foreskin back and forth over the massive blood-filled tip. Jutting out strongly from the tufts of dark black pubic hair in his loins, John's enormous fleshy cock extended a good twelve inches from his flat muscular stomach, dangling lewdly only a short distance from Barbie's parted red lips.

Chris knew he should throw open the door and pull his wife from the dressing room, but his body was frozen and he could only watch with morbid fascination. John and Barbie were only a foot or two away from the door and Chris realized that if he uttered a sound, they would surely hear him.

"Come on, baby," growled John. "I ain't got all day. If you want to stay out of jail, get on with it!"

Chris watched in horror as his wife moved her lips closer and closer to the man's menacing cock while he looked down on her with a cruel expression of sadistic satisfaction.

Pulling the foreskin back as far as it would go, Barbie's tongue flicked out teasingly at the tiny opening in the bulging organ and Chris could see a thin string of white fluid stretching obscenely from the exposed cock to Barbie's sweetly smiling lips. She leaned forward again, running her tongue tantalizingly up and down the underside of the now rigid cock, bringing a slight sensual groan from John's lips.

Chris realized that his wife wasn't protesting. Smiling. She was actually smiling. He almost stopped breathing and he took several deep breaths to keep himself from fainting.

When he put his eye again to the keyhole, Chris saw that the scene had become even more lewd. There was a savage gurgling sound from the other side of the door and the feminized husband gasped with surprise as he saw his wife drawing John's huge cock steadily into her widely ovaled mouth, taking as much of it inside her throat as was possible.

Chris was certain that Barbie was going to choke. Her red, tightly puckered lips closed over his hard muscular cock just behind the thick bulbous head, and Chris could see her cheeks bellowing in and out rhythmically as she sucked noisily. Barbie's eyes seemed to glow with a strange masochistic lust as she slavered over the giant thrusting penis, licking and sucking as if she had waited all her life for this very moment.

John began moving his hips back and forth with obvious enjoyment, occasionally reaching down with one hand to play with Barbie's blonde hair. In the meantime, Chris' wife moved both of her hands around to John's ass and Chris saw her arm muscles strain as she pulled him farther and farther inside her obscenely sucking mouth. John looked down at her passion-contorted features with pleasure as he fucked into her stretched mouth with greater and greater force.

A long growl emerged from John's throat and he clasped the blonde's hair brutally with his hands, his heavy swinging balls slapping rhythmically down against Barbie's upturned chin. Barbie's head bobbed rapidly up and down as she swallowed the white-hot sperm flooding into her mouth, her lips forming a tight elastic seal around the long cock. But the pressure was too much and Chris's face went white as he saw tiny little rivulets of semen and saliva running down Barbie's chin and dropping on his wife's softly quivering breasts.

At last the violent pounding of John's hotly pulsating cock came to a stop. Barbie, her eyes covered with a filmy mist of still unsatisfied lust, withdrew his slowly-deflating cock from her sperm-soaked mouth and gazed up at the handsome man as if waiting for further instructions.

"Lick me clean," he ordered. "I'll set up the studio while you get ready for the photo shoot."

Just as Chris quickly backed away from the door, it opened and John came out.

"Chris," he rumbled, his deep powerful voice filling the room, "How long have you been out here?" His dark eyes wandered over Chris' body as he spoke and Chris had to repress a desire to run from the studio.

"I - I just got here," Chris lied.

John paused for a second, then he smiled. "Help me set up the studio. Barbie will be out in a second."

"Oh, you're going to let me keep working here?" Chris began to stammer, surprised and delighted at the unexpected development.

"Don't thank me, because I don't do things like this out of the kindness of my heart. I have to keep my new model happy, and Barbie wouldn't like it if I fired you. But if you cross me you'll lose more than just your job." He paused, giving Chris a lingering inspection, "Even if you do have the biggest and best tits I've ever seen," he added, his voice softening just a little. As he spoke, John stretched out both arms and ran his hands down the front of Chris' dress, lightly brushing the tight brown nipples. Chris was too startled and frightened to protest and by the time he got his wits together, John had walked away.

Two days later Chris came home from a shopping trip and went upstairs to his bedroom. He heard voices in the backyard and looked out the window. He saw John and Barbie sitting on some hay bales that they'd purchased for a photo shoot. Barbie wore a pale ivory dress that matched her blonde hair. John wore jeans and no shirt. John was rubbing Barbie's feet. John let his hands move up, so he was massaging her calves. Barbie sank back in her chair and closed her eyes. Chris could see her massaging his thigh with her bare foot. When he reached above her knee, Barbie straightened and said, "You're trouble."

"I know." John leaned forward and started kissing Barbie's foot. She just giggled at that. His lips moved up, sucking her calf and then behind her knee. She sank back in her chair again, her breathing getting deeper. While he sucked on the back of her knee, John slipped a hand up Barbie's thigh and it disappeared under her dress. Barbie caught her breath and opened her legs just a little wider. She gripped her chair and it clearly took a lot of effort for her to stop John before he reached the hem of her dress.

"C'mon, we really can't do this." Barbie said, clearing her throat.

"Don't you want it?"

"But what about Chris?"

"Fem-boy? You need a real man, baby."

Barbie looked flustered, like arguing was getting harder. "He could show up here at any time. Do you want to get caught?"

"What's he going to do? You two are my slaves and you'll do as I say." John slipped out of his chair and knelt in front of Barbie. He reached up and touched her face, ran his fingers through her hair.

Barbie leaned forward and they kissed deep and passionately. She pulled his face toward hers and he slipped the spaghetti straps of her sundress from her shoulders. He tilted her head back so he could suck her neck and nibble on her shoulders. The thin cotton of her sundress tumbled down, baring her heaving breasts and John gently cupped them both, while kissing them. Her breasts quivered and her nipples stood out dark and hard as rubies. John paused to suck each nipple and Barbie threw her head back, crying out loud enough for Chris to hear from the bedroom.

John tore his mouth away from Barbie's breasts and looked ready to move down, but Barbie pulled his mouth up to her's and they kissed while she clawed at his bare back. He slid his hands to her waist, taking her sundress with them. Barbie was just wearing a tiny pair of white lace panties. He kissed her belly button, then was kissing her thighs. He kissed all around her pussy until Chris' wife was practically shoving his face there. He took the hint and kissed her there for a few moments before she lifted her ass and he slid her panties off. He tossed them to the grass, then put her legs over his shoulders and buried his face in her pussy. From the second floor Chris couldn't tell exactly what he was doing, but obviously he was doing it well, because Barbie was arching her back, lifting off the chair, crying out more and more loudly, squirming all over the place.

It took Chris a while to notice because he was so caught up in what was going on down on the deck, but he was incredibly aroused. As angry as Chris was, he was also hard as stone. Who would have thought that watching his wife get screwed by another man would turn him on? Though Chris hated himself for doing it, he unzipped his skirt and dropped it, taking matters in hand.

"Oh God, John!" Barbie cried, humping her pussy at John's face. She had one hand on the back of his head and the other gripped her armrest. "John, John, John, right there, God, it's it's, it's..." Chris could read all the signs and thought Barbie was going to rip the chair apart as she thrashed around, cumming wildly. John kept licking and Barbie kept cumming.

John straightened up and kissed Barbie while twisting her nipples. Again she was squirming all over the place. She stopped kissing him and what she said next shocked Chris. "Do anything you want to me, master." John must have thought he struck gold.

"Come sit on my lap for a little while."

Barbie straddled John, facing away from him. Chris saw her rise up, to take his cock in her, then she settled down, arching her back and leaning against John. John reached around and rolled Barbie's nipples while she ground her pussy down onto his cock.

"Oh, God, John, you feel so big in me," Barbie moaned. John reached down and grabbed her waist and Barbie started riding him, bouncing up and down. They went slow at first, but when Barbie got used to him they really went at it, John slamming her up and down on his prick.

"Barbie, baby, ride me, ride my cock!" John grunted. He was using Chris' wife like a fuck toy and she loved every second of it.

Barbie pulled off of John's cock and crawled onto the grass. He was right behind her, literally. She laid her head on a haybale while he pulled her ass into the air and slipped his cock into her from behind. He held her shapely ass and gave her pussy an incredible reaming. Barbie was clawing at the hay, begging, "Oh God yes, fuck me, John, give it to me hard! Fuckmefuckmefuckme! God, I'm cumming again!" John did just as he was told and kept fucking her while her cries got louder. When her legs got weak, he held her up by her thighs.

"God, you're so incredible, John." Barbie moaned while John rolled her onto her back. He pushed her legs apart and Barbie grabbed them, pulling her thighs back to her chest. John leaned over her, slid that big cock inside her, and really went to town. Chris' wife moaned with every powerful thrust of his cock, which just came out as a constantly sound since he was fucking her so hard and fast. She tried lifting her ass to meet him but he was so fast she just couldn't keep up, so she just laid back and took it. "Damn baby, your pussy is so tight. You're the best fuck I've ever had. I'm gonna blow, baby!" John announced. "I'm gonna do it!"

"Yes, yes, yes, cum, cum for me, John, I want to feel it!"

His pace slowed, but John slammed Barbie even harder, grunting through gritted teeth and Chris knew he was filling Barbie's pussy with cum. Chris' wife's unprotected pussy. What was she thinking?

John stayed on top of her until the last strains of his orgasm had drained from his prick. Barbie kissed him intensely. When he finally rolled off her, Barbie stretched her legs and said, "I really need a drink."

John got up and pulled Barbie to her feet and they went inside. Chris could hear them knocking around in the kitchen and only when things got quiet did Chris pull his pants up and creep to the top of the stairs to see what was going on.

Barbie was against the kitchen doorframe, held there by John, who was kissing her and running a hand between her legs. She reared up quickly when John slipped his fingers inside her moist pussy, then churned her hips on his fingers. "God, John you could keep me going all night," Barbie moaned.

"Maybe I plan to." John laughed.

"Chris will be back eventually, oh John..."

They went down on the floor right there in the dining room. John was sucking her nipples again and Barbie was rolling all over the floor. John crawled up by her face, slapping his half-flaccid cock across her lips. She smiled and said, "Looks like you need a little help this time," before sucking him in again. He supported the back of her head and Barbie looked up at him while sucking him back to hardness. The more his cock grew in her mouth, the harder Barbie seemed to suck. And Chris was turned on seeing what a slut his wife was willing to be.

Barbie let John's cock slip out with a wet slurp. "Are you going to fuck me again?"

"Is that what you want?" John asked.

"It's definitely what I want. I want you to fuck me all you want. I'm getting a little sore, but I told you -- Do whatever you want with me now. Tomorrow I am back to being a good little wife."

"Anything you say, baby."

John was between Barbie's legs again, pumping her pussy, his hands on her breasts, while she humped up at him. Chris took his cock out again and was touching myself. Despite his obvious misgivings, Chris was certainly enjoying the show. When he had Barbie moaning and begging for him, John stopped and crawled over to the couch, grabbing a pillow off it. He turned Barbie over onto her stomach and slipped the pillow under her hips, elevating her ass. He bent her legs back so he could grab her feet for leverage and started pumping her pussy again. He only fucked her for a minute before pulling out. He was just getting his cock nice and wet. Chris caught on to his plan just before his wife did.

Barbie was wriggling her hips while John rubbed her pussy. Then he took his wet fingers and rubbed them around her asshole, getting it nice and wet. "What are you doing?"

"Getting you ready. Don't want it to hurt more than it has to."

Chris expected Barbie to freak. Any time Chris even played with her ass she got all bent out of shape. "I don't know about this..."

"Didn't you tell me I could do anything to you, baby?"

"Yes, but I've never had that. It's going to hurt too much."

"Trust me, baby. I've done this before. You're not my first anal virgin. You did say 'anything,' remember?"

There was no way Barbie would let him do this, Chris thought, but she said, "Yes, just don't hurt me, John."

Barbie screeched when John pushed the head of his cock into her ass. Chris really did think the neighbors would call the cops now, but maybe this was a common sound coming from John's place. He waited, let Barbie adjust. Her cute ass was pointed up in the air and there was John's prick, impaling it. When Barbie quieted down a little, John pushed forward and her sobs started all over again. She was clawing at the carpet, tossing her head, biting her lip hard, but John just kept pushing.

"God, please, you have to stop, John. It hurts too much," Barbie pleaded.

"Shh, shh, relax, baby. You're too tense, making it too hard. Just relax. Come on, take a deep breath for me, baby."

Barbie did as she was told, closing her eyes and taking a series of deep breaths. While she did that, John began sawing his cock in and out of her tight ass. Chris could see the tension drain from my wife's body. John saw it too and started sliding just a little faster. Barbie clenched her little fists, pushed up on her forearms and hung her head. She wasn't trying to get away anymore. In fact, she seemed to be pushing back, just a little.

"See that, baby, I told you it wouldn't be bad. You're starting to like it." John said.

Barbie only answered by moaning. She was definitely getting into it, though. She was pushing her ass back into his rooting cock. She parted her lips, her tongue poked out, but she still keep her eyes screw shut, like she was concentrating. "Mmm, John, oh John... Your cock feels so good, so good in my ass. Fuck it, fuck me, please fuck my ass..."

"Yeah, baby, enjoy it. Take it right up your ass. So me how you want it." John moved faster, fucking deeper into her ass. He gave it a nice hard slap.

"Yes..." Barbie cried.

John spanked her again. Moving faster.

"Yessss... Harder, please..."

Slap!

"Damnit, fuck me, John. Fuck my ass!"

Slap!

"John, Johnjohnjohn! Fuck me, please, fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme!!! Make me cum..."

"Come on, baby! That's it, cum for me. I can't hold out. Your ass is so damn tight. You gotta cum for me, baby!"

"Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes!!!! I want to, John. Make me, oh dammit please make me cum!!!" Barbie begged. Chris had never seen her like this. She was totally out of her mind. Chris had to retreat to the bathroom quickly before he blew his load all over the hallway. Chris could hear Barbie wailing, John grunting, from down the hallway.

Chris got back into position just in time to see John pull out of Barbie's ass and blow his thick load all over her ass and back. He jerked his cock and just kept cumming and cumming. Barbie was babbling like a madwoman, obviously in the throws of an unbelievable orgasm.

When the lovers went out back to get their clothes, Chris snuck out of the house. It was getting late and dark. Chris went up the street, waited another twenty minutes, then walked back to the house.

They all stayed up for a couple beers, then Chris said he was beat. He got no argument from Barbie, who was silent. She hugged John and gave him a peck goodnight.

Later that night Chris awoke to find himself alone in his bed.