I don’t know if this has any mileage, or you guys are interested, but I had an idea. It’s an old idea actually; I had a lot of fun with it in another forum several years ago. We have a lot of talented writers drifting in and out of here; some of the shorts in this forum are as good as things that are published. So, I wondered if any of you was interested in writing a communal story with anyone who wants to join in, making their contribution.
This is how I suggest we make it work:
I post a couple of paragraphs to get it started, then anyone who wants to contribute, or has an idea creates the next paragraph and so on. I suggest the following rules to keep it semi coherent:
1. Anyone writing a contribution starts their piece with the word STORY: that way anyone can post comments and we don’t end up having to guess what’s a contribution and what’s a nod to the authors (or a lynch mob if we do something awful to a character someone likes. See rule 2)
2. No-one is allowed to retcon anything anybody else has written. So if someone decides to turn my perfectly reasonable and sympathetic heroine into a crack whore, I can’t dismiss it all as a dream later.
3. I’ll set the kick off in third person, so anyone can write from the point of view of any character they want to. It’d be kinda cool if ladies wrote ladies parts and men wrote the men because we might actually learn something from the perspectives. I’m not compulsive enough to try and police that though.
Not sure if this will grab anyone, but it’s out there. Start point coming up.
Group Fiction
Re: Group Fiction
Story: Dan looked at the clock absently. Betty was late home from work. Betty was never late home for work, or maybe she was. When he thought about it, he didn’t actually know whether she was late very often at all. Betty worked nine to five, Dan worked from nine until anytime heavy machinery stopped breaking down and bringing the whole plant to a grinding halt. It was an old plant, he was home late a lot. Today had been a good day though; miraculously nothing jammed, blew up or started leaking oil all over the place.
Wandering happily through the front door at five thirty was an unheard of luxury. Dan through his coat at the rack and called for Betty. No Betty though. Shame. He made coffee, flipped on the TV, got up and retrieved his coat from the floor, that was one of Betty’s pet hates, missing the rack. It was the monotony of early evening TV, combined with the growing concern that he might actually have to make dinner for a change that kept drawing Dan’s attention back to the missing Betty. He wasn’t worried, not really, something would have come up. Strange though.
The door banged open around half past six. “Hi Honey” he called. The sounds in the hallway stopped.
“You’re home” Betty was standing in the doorway, still wearing her coat, a look of panic on her face.. Dan didn’t look up.
“Yeah. Everything worked today. Fucking miracle right?” Silence. Dan turned towards her. “I said everything worke-” Something in her expression cut him off. She was flushed, she might even have been blushing.
“Betty is everything alright?”
“Yes. Yes, It’s just I wasn’t expecting you home not yet. I..ah . I’d better get a shower.” More curiosu than concerned he got up and went after her.
“Sure, give me your coat I’ll hang it up.”
“No” she jerked back from him. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought. What was wrong with the woman.
“Betty?” He started at her, there was something wrong with her, something really wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but she as acting so strangely. He reached for her sleeve again. She stepped back again bumping into the wall.
“No” She stood there for a moment, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights.
“Betty…?” She held up her hand, stopping him. A flicker of anger ran through him, he had been concerned, now he was getting frustrated. Exactly what was going on. He was about to say something when she took a deep breath.
“Dan. we need to talk” She was fidgeting, her fingers knitted in the belt of her coat. Dan suppressed a sigh. Betty wanting to talk was never a good sign and he was tired anyway. It seemed like he was always tired these days. It wasn’t that Betty’s talks were particularly stressful, the opposite actually. After ten years of marriage she’d started to treat every minor inconvenience and dissatisfaction with everything from her boss to the laundry as something important. Something needing a TALK, in capital letters. He sighed himself, resigned to the TALK. Maybe he’d actually find out what the hell was going on.
“Shall we sit down?” he gestured towards the lounge. She didn’t move. She just stood there staring at him, that look of panic still in her eyes. It was though she’d have just ran from it if she could see a way out.
“I..” She started but there was a catch in her voice.
“Betty…”
“No. Just..Dan just wait.” Wait for what? “Betty just tell me what the problem is.”
She shook her head again.
“I don’t know how to, I can’t even begin to think how to make you understand.” She looked sad for a moment. The panic had drifted away, now she just looked miserable. “I’m never going to be able to make you understand.”
“Understand what Betty?” Dan had gone cold suddenly and he didn’t know why. Something in her manner, in her tone of voice.
“Dan just…I’ll show you”
Her fingers slipped to the belt of her rain coat and unbuckled it slowly. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, just down at her fingers as though they belonged to someone else. Button after button slipped through her dainty fingers. Then fixing her gaze on a point over his shoulder, anything to not actually have to look at him, she pulled the coat open.
She was wearing nothing under the coat but a carter belt and black stockings. Dan swallowed, his mind struggling to find a way to process what he was seeing. His eyes slid up her virtually naked body, from stocking tops, contrasting with the white of her thighs. He knew her body so well, they’d been together so long, but it was almost like he was seeing it for the first time. Her stomach had the slight sweet curve to it, not fat, just the shape of a mature woman, her breasts, were medium in side, but beautifully shaped, her nipples hard and pink, but actually more red now, they looked almost sore. Then there was the other thing, four large letters in black marker pen written across her breasts. “Slut”. He stared and stared, as though he didn’t know what the letters where, as though ti was written in a totally alien language. Eventually her tore himself away and his eyes finally met hers.
“I’m so sorry Dan.” Her voice was soft, pleading, almost on the point of tears “You were never meant to find out”.
Wandering happily through the front door at five thirty was an unheard of luxury. Dan through his coat at the rack and called for Betty. No Betty though. Shame. He made coffee, flipped on the TV, got up and retrieved his coat from the floor, that was one of Betty’s pet hates, missing the rack. It was the monotony of early evening TV, combined with the growing concern that he might actually have to make dinner for a change that kept drawing Dan’s attention back to the missing Betty. He wasn’t worried, not really, something would have come up. Strange though.
The door banged open around half past six. “Hi Honey” he called. The sounds in the hallway stopped.
“You’re home” Betty was standing in the doorway, still wearing her coat, a look of panic on her face.. Dan didn’t look up.
“Yeah. Everything worked today. Fucking miracle right?” Silence. Dan turned towards her. “I said everything worke-” Something in her expression cut him off. She was flushed, she might even have been blushing.
“Betty is everything alright?”
“Yes. Yes, It’s just I wasn’t expecting you home not yet. I..ah . I’d better get a shower.” More curiosu than concerned he got up and went after her.
“Sure, give me your coat I’ll hang it up.”
“No” she jerked back from him. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought. What was wrong with the woman.
“Betty?” He started at her, there was something wrong with her, something really wrong. He couldn’t put his finger on what it was, but she as acting so strangely. He reached for her sleeve again. She stepped back again bumping into the wall.
“No” She stood there for a moment, like a rabbit frozen in the headlights.
“Betty…?” She held up her hand, stopping him. A flicker of anger ran through him, he had been concerned, now he was getting frustrated. Exactly what was going on. He was about to say something when she took a deep breath.
“Dan. we need to talk” She was fidgeting, her fingers knitted in the belt of her coat. Dan suppressed a sigh. Betty wanting to talk was never a good sign and he was tired anyway. It seemed like he was always tired these days. It wasn’t that Betty’s talks were particularly stressful, the opposite actually. After ten years of marriage she’d started to treat every minor inconvenience and dissatisfaction with everything from her boss to the laundry as something important. Something needing a TALK, in capital letters. He sighed himself, resigned to the TALK. Maybe he’d actually find out what the hell was going on.
“Shall we sit down?” he gestured towards the lounge. She didn’t move. She just stood there staring at him, that look of panic still in her eyes. It was though she’d have just ran from it if she could see a way out.
“I..” She started but there was a catch in her voice.
“Betty…”
“No. Just..Dan just wait.” Wait for what? “Betty just tell me what the problem is.”
She shook her head again.
“I don’t know how to, I can’t even begin to think how to make you understand.” She looked sad for a moment. The panic had drifted away, now she just looked miserable. “I’m never going to be able to make you understand.”
“Understand what Betty?” Dan had gone cold suddenly and he didn’t know why. Something in her manner, in her tone of voice.
“Dan just…I’ll show you”
Her fingers slipped to the belt of her rain coat and unbuckled it slowly. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, just down at her fingers as though they belonged to someone else. Button after button slipped through her dainty fingers. Then fixing her gaze on a point over his shoulder, anything to not actually have to look at him, she pulled the coat open.
She was wearing nothing under the coat but a carter belt and black stockings. Dan swallowed, his mind struggling to find a way to process what he was seeing. His eyes slid up her virtually naked body, from stocking tops, contrasting with the white of her thighs. He knew her body so well, they’d been together so long, but it was almost like he was seeing it for the first time. Her stomach had the slight sweet curve to it, not fat, just the shape of a mature woman, her breasts, were medium in side, but beautifully shaped, her nipples hard and pink, but actually more red now, they looked almost sore. Then there was the other thing, four large letters in black marker pen written across her breasts. “Slut”. He stared and stared, as though he didn’t know what the letters where, as though ti was written in a totally alien language. Eventually her tore himself away and his eyes finally met hers.
“I’m so sorry Dan.” Her voice was soft, pleading, almost on the point of tears “You were never meant to find out”.
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Re: Group Fiction
STORY
Dan was shocked. He had been trained and trained others in the art of the correct response. Dan excelled at preparing everyone from politicians to police representives in how to respond to the press when faced with a shocking question from out of the blue.
He took three deep breaths. He pushed himself out of the immeadiate universe into one in where things were slowed down and played without emotion.
Dan looked at Betty with a gaze that told her dont move: Her fingers pulling the belt in slow motion to cover the graffiti on her rosy pink breast. Betty froze where she stood when she heard Dan almost whisper "STOP DONT MOVE IT LEAVE IT OPEN IN FACT TAKE IT OFF' Betty stepped back towards the wall and removed the coat letting it fall to the floor.
She had to almost strain to hear Dan speak and even though he spoke barely above a whisper it sounded like shouting" TURN AROUND SLUT LET ME SEE IF YOU HAVE MORE ARTWORK ON YOUR BACK"
Betty screamed turning around and running upstairs, Dan was quick as a panther overtaking her midway the double stair case. Dan grasped for Bettys leg and she fell forward on the thickly carpeted steps, her top torso splayed on the landing her knees on the stairs.
Dan held her leg in a vise grip, preventing her forward progress to escape his eyes. Again Dan was lost for words his wife of ten years had an Ace Of Spades drawn in black on her back and her beautiful bubble butt was clearly rosy red, hand prints were still visible and her vagina was leaking what looked like semen.
Dan was hyperventilating and quite frankly words were of no use now.
His thoughts revolved around a single question ' who was this person he was holding immobilized. Graffti on her body, her beautiful body abused from some sex play. This woman who was clearly trying to decive him.
His frst unvoiced question was " How long " he never voiced it he let it marinate in his mind.
With his free hand Dan unbuckeled the wide western buckle he used to fasten his custom made cowboy belt. The sounds of sniffling and sobs were punctuated by a new sound . The simple SWOOSH of the belt sliding though loops and leaving his pants. The belt seemed to understand the mission and folded in Dans free hand. His grip certain and the first bite of leather brought a squeal from Betty as pain radiated throghout her entire body. Swoosh and smack the belt connecting with flesh, welts rising and Betty now free from Dans grip wiggled like a snake her feet unsure she slipped from lack of traction as the belt purchased a pound of flesh from around her pretty ankle and across her foot.
Dan felt a new emotion besides anger, and dissapointment. He was feelng lust he did not understand the errection that now pushed his khakis looking for escape.
Dan stepped along side his sobbing bruised wife, putting her wrist in the come along hold had used so often as a Military Policeman, half dragging part walking and crawling Betty was drug along the hallway past the bedroom she shared with her husband. Dan stopped in front of Betty's combination home office sometime sewing room sometime meditation space and snatched at the door knob it wouuld not obey. His voice no longer a whisper but louder than his usual in the house speaking voice. " LOCKED A FUCKING DOOR LOCKED IN MY HOUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON BETTY?"
Betty's speech was garbeled and sounded like a foriegn tounge " I,I, I, she stammered I have key." Dan raised his foot and flat footed the locked door opening it and snatching part of the door jamb in the process.
Betty kept repeating over and over "DDDan I'm sorry Betty had decorated her space with flowered wing chairs. The matching chairs were cream colored with strawberry colored butterflies with a line of purple on the wings, the sofa bed was in the same pattern. Dan slung her into the room, parking her on the sofa bed. Betty saw his errection, she was confused.
Dan pulled her up into a sitting postion, grabbing a hand full of her hair. In one motion he pulled her face to his Khaki crotch then abruptly stopped. He turned on his heel with military crispness, pulling the door closed, the jamb following looking ridiculous. it took less than thirty seconds for him to return with the listerine.
Looking at Betty " open your mouth" he pushed the bottle to her open mouth, pouring listerine in her mouth, spilling all over her breast and stomach. " wash your mouth out and swallow it" Betty did as she was told
They both knew what was next. The sound of the zipper, grabbing of hair, penis pushed roughly into Betty's mouth.
Dan was fucking her mouth with mean intentions. Her crying , gagging and almost throwing up did not deter him from claiming her throat in a very unloving manner. For all pratical purposes Dan was transported back to one of the many third world brothels that had whores who specialized in Throating.
He never did that to Betty, until today he had never raised a hand to his 'Princess'.
Well now she was a slut, apparently he was not the only black man in her life.
While he was fucking her face. He had already made up his mind. When he nuts in her throat he was going to hold her head tight, lips flush to his groin, nose in his hairs. He was going to pee. She was going to be forced to drink it and clean his dick with her whoring lips.
Dan was shocked. He had been trained and trained others in the art of the correct response. Dan excelled at preparing everyone from politicians to police representives in how to respond to the press when faced with a shocking question from out of the blue.
He took three deep breaths. He pushed himself out of the immeadiate universe into one in where things were slowed down and played without emotion.
Dan looked at Betty with a gaze that told her dont move: Her fingers pulling the belt in slow motion to cover the graffiti on her rosy pink breast. Betty froze where she stood when she heard Dan almost whisper "STOP DONT MOVE IT LEAVE IT OPEN IN FACT TAKE IT OFF' Betty stepped back towards the wall and removed the coat letting it fall to the floor.
She had to almost strain to hear Dan speak and even though he spoke barely above a whisper it sounded like shouting" TURN AROUND SLUT LET ME SEE IF YOU HAVE MORE ARTWORK ON YOUR BACK"
Betty screamed turning around and running upstairs, Dan was quick as a panther overtaking her midway the double stair case. Dan grasped for Bettys leg and she fell forward on the thickly carpeted steps, her top torso splayed on the landing her knees on the stairs.
Dan held her leg in a vise grip, preventing her forward progress to escape his eyes. Again Dan was lost for words his wife of ten years had an Ace Of Spades drawn in black on her back and her beautiful bubble butt was clearly rosy red, hand prints were still visible and her vagina was leaking what looked like semen.
Dan was hyperventilating and quite frankly words were of no use now.
His thoughts revolved around a single question ' who was this person he was holding immobilized. Graffti on her body, her beautiful body abused from some sex play. This woman who was clearly trying to decive him.
His frst unvoiced question was " How long " he never voiced it he let it marinate in his mind.
With his free hand Dan unbuckeled the wide western buckle he used to fasten his custom made cowboy belt. The sounds of sniffling and sobs were punctuated by a new sound . The simple SWOOSH of the belt sliding though loops and leaving his pants. The belt seemed to understand the mission and folded in Dans free hand. His grip certain and the first bite of leather brought a squeal from Betty as pain radiated throghout her entire body. Swoosh and smack the belt connecting with flesh, welts rising and Betty now free from Dans grip wiggled like a snake her feet unsure she slipped from lack of traction as the belt purchased a pound of flesh from around her pretty ankle and across her foot.
Dan felt a new emotion besides anger, and dissapointment. He was feelng lust he did not understand the errection that now pushed his khakis looking for escape.
Dan stepped along side his sobbing bruised wife, putting her wrist in the come along hold had used so often as a Military Policeman, half dragging part walking and crawling Betty was drug along the hallway past the bedroom she shared with her husband. Dan stopped in front of Betty's combination home office sometime sewing room sometime meditation space and snatched at the door knob it wouuld not obey. His voice no longer a whisper but louder than his usual in the house speaking voice. " LOCKED A FUCKING DOOR LOCKED IN MY HOUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON BETTY?"
Betty's speech was garbeled and sounded like a foriegn tounge " I,I, I, she stammered I have key." Dan raised his foot and flat footed the locked door opening it and snatching part of the door jamb in the process.
Betty kept repeating over and over "DDDan I'm sorry Betty had decorated her space with flowered wing chairs. The matching chairs were cream colored with strawberry colored butterflies with a line of purple on the wings, the sofa bed was in the same pattern. Dan slung her into the room, parking her on the sofa bed. Betty saw his errection, she was confused.
Dan pulled her up into a sitting postion, grabbing a hand full of her hair. In one motion he pulled her face to his Khaki crotch then abruptly stopped. He turned on his heel with military crispness, pulling the door closed, the jamb following looking ridiculous. it took less than thirty seconds for him to return with the listerine.
Looking at Betty " open your mouth" he pushed the bottle to her open mouth, pouring listerine in her mouth, spilling all over her breast and stomach. " wash your mouth out and swallow it" Betty did as she was told
They both knew what was next. The sound of the zipper, grabbing of hair, penis pushed roughly into Betty's mouth.
Dan was fucking her mouth with mean intentions. Her crying , gagging and almost throwing up did not deter him from claiming her throat in a very unloving manner. For all pratical purposes Dan was transported back to one of the many third world brothels that had whores who specialized in Throating.
He never did that to Betty, until today he had never raised a hand to his 'Princess'.
Well now she was a slut, apparently he was not the only black man in her life.
While he was fucking her face. He had already made up his mind. When he nuts in her throat he was going to hold her head tight, lips flush to his groin, nose in his hairs. He was going to pee. She was going to be forced to drink it and clean his dick with her whoring lips.
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Mrfixitforyou
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Re: Group Fiction
STORY
Dan was shocked. He had been trained and trained others in the art of the correct response. Dan excelled at preparing everyone from politicians to police representives in how to respond to the press when faced with a shocking question from out of the blue.
He took three deep breaths. He pushed himself out of the immeadiate universe into one in where things were slowed down and played without emotion.
Dan looked at Betty with a gaze that told her dont move: Her fingers pulling the belt in slow motion to cover the graffiti on her rosy pink breast. Betty froze where she stood when she heard Dan almost whisper "STOP DONT MOVE IT LEAVE IT OPEN IN FACT TAKE IT OFF' Betty stepped back towards the wall and removed the coat letting it fall to the floor.
She had to almost strain to hear Dan speak and even though he spoke barely above a whisper it sounded like shouting" TURN AROUND SLUT LET ME SEE IF YOU HAVE MORE ARTWORK ON YOUR BACK"
Betty screamed turning around and running upstairs, Dan was quick as a panther overtaking her midway the double stair case. Dan grasped for Bettys leg and she fell forward on the thickly carpeted steps, her top torso splayed on the landing her knees on the stairs.
Dan held her leg in a vise grip, preventing her forward progress to escape his eyes. Again Dan was lost for words his wife of ten years had an Ace Of Spades drawn in black on her back and her beautiful bubble butt was clearly rosy red, hand prints were still visible and her vagina was leaking what looked like semen.
Dan was hyperventilating and quite frankly words were of no use now.
His thoughts revolved around a single question ' who was this person he was holding immobilized. Graffti on her body, her beautiful body abused from some sex play. This woman who was clearly trying to decive him.
His frst unvoiced question was " How long " he never voiced it he let it marinate in his mind.
With his free hand Dan unbuckeled the wide western buckle he used to fasten his custom made cowboy belt. The sounds of sniffling and sobs were punctuated by a new sound . The simple SWOOSH of the belt sliding though loops and leaving his pants. The belt seemed to understand the mission and folded in Dans free hand. His grip certain and the first bite of leather brought a squeal from Betty as pain radiated throghout her entire body. Swoosh and smack the belt connecting with flesh, welts rising and Betty now free from Dans grip wiggled like a snake her feet unsure she slipped from lack of traction as the belt purchased a pound of flesh from around her pretty ankle and across her foot.
Dan felt a new emotion besides anger, and dissapointment. He was feelng lust he did not understand the errection that now pushed his khakis looking for escape.
Dan stepped along side his sobbing bruised wife, putting her wrist in the come along hold had used so often as a Military Policeman, half dragging part walking and crawling Betty was drug along the hallway past the bedroom she shared with her husband. Dan stopped in front of Betty's combination home office sometime sewing room sometime meditation space and snatched at the door knob it wouuld not obey. His voice no longer a whisper but louder than his usual in the house speaking voice. " LOCKED A FUCKING DOOR LOCKED IN MY HOUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON BETTY?"
Betty's speech was garbeled and sounded like a foriegn tounge " I,I, I, she stammered I have key." Dan raised his foot and flat footed the locked door opening it and snatching part of the door jamb in the process.
Betty kept repeating over and over "DDDan I'm sorry Betty had decorated her space with flowered wing chairs. The matching chairs were cream colored with strawberry colored butterflies with a line of purple on the wings, the sofa bed was in the same pattern. Dan slung her into the room, parking her on the sofa bed. Betty saw his errection, she was confused.
Dan pulled her up into a sitting postion, grabbing a hand full of her hair. In one motion he pulled her face to his Khaki crotch then abruptly stopped. He turned on his heel with military crispness, pulling the door closed, the jamb following looking ridiculous. it took less than thirty seconds for him to return with the listerine.
Looking at Betty " open your mouth" he pushed the bottle to her open mouth, pouring listerine in her mouth, spilling all over her breast and stomach. " wash your mouth out and swallow it" Betty did as she was told
They both knew what was next. The sound of the zipper, grabbing of hair, penis pushed roughly into Betty's mouth.
Dan was fucking her mouth with mean intentions. Her crying , gagging and almost throwing up did not deter him from claiming her throat in a very unloving manner. For all pratical purposes Dan was transported back to one of the many third world brothels that had whores who specialized in Throating.
He never did that to Betty, until today he had never raised a hand to his 'Princess'.
Well now she was a slut, apparently he was not the only black man in her life.
While he was fucking her face. He had already made up his mind. When he nuts in her throat he was going to hold her head tight, lips flush to his groin, nose in his hairs. He was going to pee. She was going to be forced to drink it and clean his dick with her whoring lips.
Dan was shocked. He had been trained and trained others in the art of the correct response. Dan excelled at preparing everyone from politicians to police representives in how to respond to the press when faced with a shocking question from out of the blue.
He took three deep breaths. He pushed himself out of the immeadiate universe into one in where things were slowed down and played without emotion.
Dan looked at Betty with a gaze that told her dont move: Her fingers pulling the belt in slow motion to cover the graffiti on her rosy pink breast. Betty froze where she stood when she heard Dan almost whisper "STOP DONT MOVE IT LEAVE IT OPEN IN FACT TAKE IT OFF' Betty stepped back towards the wall and removed the coat letting it fall to the floor.
She had to almost strain to hear Dan speak and even though he spoke barely above a whisper it sounded like shouting" TURN AROUND SLUT LET ME SEE IF YOU HAVE MORE ARTWORK ON YOUR BACK"
Betty screamed turning around and running upstairs, Dan was quick as a panther overtaking her midway the double stair case. Dan grasped for Bettys leg and she fell forward on the thickly carpeted steps, her top torso splayed on the landing her knees on the stairs.
Dan held her leg in a vise grip, preventing her forward progress to escape his eyes. Again Dan was lost for words his wife of ten years had an Ace Of Spades drawn in black on her back and her beautiful bubble butt was clearly rosy red, hand prints were still visible and her vagina was leaking what looked like semen.
Dan was hyperventilating and quite frankly words were of no use now.
His thoughts revolved around a single question ' who was this person he was holding immobilized. Graffti on her body, her beautiful body abused from some sex play. This woman who was clearly trying to decive him.
His frst unvoiced question was " How long " he never voiced it he let it marinate in his mind.
With his free hand Dan unbuckeled the wide western buckle he used to fasten his custom made cowboy belt. The sounds of sniffling and sobs were punctuated by a new sound . The simple SWOOSH of the belt sliding though loops and leaving his pants. The belt seemed to understand the mission and folded in Dans free hand. His grip certain and the first bite of leather brought a squeal from Betty as pain radiated throghout her entire body. Swoosh and smack the belt connecting with flesh, welts rising and Betty now free from Dans grip wiggled like a snake her feet unsure she slipped from lack of traction as the belt purchased a pound of flesh from around her pretty ankle and across her foot.
Dan felt a new emotion besides anger, and dissapointment. He was feelng lust he did not understand the errection that now pushed his khakis looking for escape.
Dan stepped along side his sobbing bruised wife, putting her wrist in the come along hold had used so often as a Military Policeman, half dragging part walking and crawling Betty was drug along the hallway past the bedroom she shared with her husband. Dan stopped in front of Betty's combination home office sometime sewing room sometime meditation space and snatched at the door knob it wouuld not obey. His voice no longer a whisper but louder than his usual in the house speaking voice. " LOCKED A FUCKING DOOR LOCKED IN MY HOUSE WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON BETTY?"
Betty's speech was garbeled and sounded like a foriegn tounge " I,I, I, she stammered I have key." Dan raised his foot and flat footed the locked door opening it and snatching part of the door jamb in the process.
Betty kept repeating over and over "DDDan I'm sorry Betty had decorated her space with flowered wing chairs. The matching chairs were cream colored with strawberry colored butterflies with a line of purple on the wings, the sofa bed was in the same pattern. Dan slung her into the room, parking her on the sofa bed. Betty saw his errection, she was confused.
Dan pulled her up into a sitting postion, grabbing a hand full of her hair. In one motion he pulled her face to his Khaki crotch then abruptly stopped. He turned on his heel with military crispness, pulling the door closed, the jamb following looking ridiculous. it took less than thirty seconds for him to return with the listerine.
Looking at Betty " open your mouth" he pushed the bottle to her open mouth, pouring listerine in her mouth, spilling all over her breast and stomach. " wash your mouth out and swallow it" Betty did as she was told
They both knew what was next. The sound of the zipper, grabbing of hair, penis pushed roughly into Betty's mouth.
Dan was fucking her mouth with mean intentions. Her crying , gagging and almost throwing up did not deter him from claiming her throat in a very unloving manner. For all pratical purposes Dan was transported back to one of the many third world brothels that had whores who specialized in Throating.
He never did that to Betty, until today he had never raised a hand to his 'Princess'.
Well now she was a slut, apparently he was not the only black man in her life.
While he was fucking her face. He had already made up his mind. When he nuts in her throat he was going to hold her head tight, lips flush to his groin, nose in his hairs. He was going to pee. She was going to be forced to drink it and clean his dick with her whoring lips.
Re: Group Fiction
Brilliant Mr F. Looks like we're on
Re: Group Fiction
Pee play? Really?
"Nuts" not "cums"? Fixit. WTF? Ugh. I didn't know you had a...thing for this..
STORY: Back-peddles and after notions!
Huh! Dan thought. No wonder this day seemed so strange and what he'd noted this day and the morning after.
He had noted when he got home from work and then visiting friends, her car was still warm/hot. STILL HOT. The radiator was still wafting hot air and the regular places on the hood were warm! And she had said she was going to bed as she didn't feel good.
The next (very early) morning, he had also noted the fact she had showered AFTER he had gone off on his own work day!
HIS wash cloth was on the shower door, hers was laying ATOP of it (hers smelled like that awful "soap" she uses)..... AND a towel used. Dan KNEW he had done NOTHING wrong from his side.
Hmmmmmm. He KNEW she went out last night AND showered BEFORE going out and Dan could prove it with what he KNEW.
Betty felt even more uncomfortable before explaining all yet she tried to explain it away as nothing AND NO she did not shower and had NO idea where that washcloth came from. Strange, he thought.
Yes? No? Maybe?
"Nuts" not "cums"? Fixit. WTF? Ugh. I didn't know you had a...thing for this..
STORY: Back-peddles and after notions!
Huh! Dan thought. No wonder this day seemed so strange and what he'd noted this day and the morning after.
He had noted when he got home from work and then visiting friends, her car was still warm/hot. STILL HOT. The radiator was still wafting hot air and the regular places on the hood were warm! And she had said she was going to bed as she didn't feel good.
The next (very early) morning, he had also noted the fact she had showered AFTER he had gone off on his own work day!
HIS wash cloth was on the shower door, hers was laying ATOP of it (hers smelled like that awful "soap" she uses)..... AND a towel used. Dan KNEW he had done NOTHING wrong from his side.
Hmmmmmm. He KNEW she went out last night AND showered BEFORE going out and Dan could prove it with what he KNEW.
Betty felt even more uncomfortable before explaining all yet she tried to explain it away as nothing AND NO she did not shower and had NO idea where that washcloth came from. Strange, he thought.
Yes? No? Maybe?
Yes, I believe I'm losing my mind.
Re: Group Fiction
See RS this is the joy of this sort of thing, walking the next guy up onto the ledge and leaving him to wonder how the fuck he's going to get down. Dan hasn't peed on anyone yet. Ha love this. If we can get a few more people piling in we're going to end up with a car crash.
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Re: Group Fiction
]STORY:[/b]]Dan was happy that he had not acted on each one of his angry whims. He needed to talk with Betty. she said she wanted to explain. She was obviously going through something, why couldnt she see that Dan her husband, her protector, her midnight confidant, the future father of her babies, her go to guy could help her handle anything.
She had wanted to talk instead he added welts to her already warmed bottom, displaying a behavior with speech he had never used around her much less to her.
Dan wondered what was Betty thinking now? where did she see their future going. This was the fork in the road and in the words of the great Yogi Berra " when you come to a fork in the road take it".
Dan was hurt to his core. Pain on the same level as the burning shrapnel that had dug into his body on a hot dessert day, a day that was filled with sand storms. The sharp edges of the sand whipping all exposed skin, Dan was pulling at his goggles trying to free the tiny granules of sand that had lodged in the straps for the goggles and chin strap for the helmet. They were so irritating he took his eyes off the road for one moment.
He felt the searing pain then he didnt, he woke in very strange surroundings to people asking him his name ? Can you say your name sir?
bett
Dan felt a hand on his chest it was warm , he looked in the direction of the arm, and his his rested on the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Dan tried to sit up but the pain was unbearable everything hurt except the place where the hand was. Resting on one elbow a propped Dan coughed a few times. He throat was dry and sore. Dan was a soldier, he was military. An armour plated motherfucker of the first rank. It was painful, and Dan was sure he was with friendlies." My name is Dan"
"Thanks Dan" said the doctor with the tablet at the end of the bed.
Dan listened intently as the doctor aked him over and over " Dan tell me can you feel that"? Dan wiggle your toes for me" Dan was becoming more and more concerned.
The hand moved from his chest and held his hand at the bed side. Five months, 16 days 11 hour and forty minutes Dan was rolled to the front door of the hospital. He breathed in deep. So this is Germany he thought to himself I blacked out in Irag, woke up 3 months later.
Now Im heading home.
Dans mother and sister met the plane. His mother asked" Dan who is Betty she had been calling every ten minutes" Dan clutched his mom and sister and cried.
Six weeks later Dan was back in Germany. Although this time he was installed as the Man of Betty's house.
They lived together for two years in Germany.
They both missed home. The both missed LA.
Betty took care of everything, In Germany they never got a second look, beautiful white woman with curly red hair, green green eyes. five foot nine of well put together.
They both thought about how they were going to be recieved in the States, oh there were interacial couples everywhere. Just not in his family and certainly not in hers. They talked about everything,
Everything except prior lovers even though neither were virgin when they met. Their love making always included some frantic moments of sex at a very high speed. Then sex at a moderate speed , looking in each other eyes her legs wrapped around his body.
Sometimes her feet rested in the small of Dans back. Other times she dug her heels into the glutes of his behind and pistoned her body into Dans down stroke.
The most passionate times were when she her calves on his calves they called it ten toes up and ten toes down.
Dan was as much addicted to her love making as he was to looking and getting lost in her eyes.
He wanted to know though. Because she said what fueled her passion was the skin contrast his mocha brown on her white bogy she said " That gets me hot babe when I think about it my panties would be soaked if I did not use panty liners."
So he asked " Babe tell me how long have you felt that way? How long have you liked the contrast. ?"
Betty looked at her man and said " Babe Ive only ever dated black guys" she kissed Dans chest right on one of the scars where the shrapnel went in.
"Dan you have had lovers before me. right?" Dan was like " right babe I did" his mind was racing now. remembering all the base things said about white women who dated exclusivey black guys he thought she must have been some kind of wigga or size queen.
Dan confessed his love to Betty everyday, "she told him she loved him when he wass balls deep inside her his fluid flowing into her, her grip was most evident when she came on his penis. She called it a peter pan moment" for some reason he never knew.
But whatever the Butt stops here she will need another lover ever.
He proposed to Betty, during the performance Cirque de soliel. Some people thought it was a part of the show. On knees looking at Betty's beautiful pedicured feet then up the longest legs. Finally their eyes met. Hand extended ring exposed " Betty will you marry me?"
They promised each other fidlelty and friendship. Betty promised that no one or nothing could come between her and Dan. Dan told Betty. " You are my woman, I love you with my mind, my body and I wont commit treason on our marriage by thinking or befriending another female" He further said he would not even be friend anyone he felt chemistry with. Betty kissed him and cried she looked at the justice of the peace and said " me to, everything that he said"
that night in their martial bed they focused on their future. They promised they would tell each other if anything changed or threatend their marriage or freindship.
The next morning they woke together Betty said " good morning husband" Dan said " good morning wife"
Betty saw the dent in the sheet indicating her husbands' errection. Betty straddled her husbands body, adusting her body, aligning their sex, she slid slowly down her husbands penis and when it lodged snugglny in her pulsating pussy. She looked him in his eyesa and began to massage every inch of his penis.
She had him locked and lodged now she was going to show him just what she had. She looked at her husband and said " Baby Im giving you married pussy, educated pussy, passionate wet well trained and strong pussy. This is the pussy I was saving for my husband I have been training for this moment, since my first hula hoop, since my first ballet and modern dance lesson. Since my first cheerleader split" Then she stopped talking and worked magic on Dan's penis.
He had an out of body experience every time after that when they made love. He couldnt understand they had been having sex for a couple years and now it was like she was another person sexually.
Dan was pleasantly surprised. He stayed in a state of marital bliss and sexual abandon. Yesterday he was shocked and today was no better.
Except he now had control of himself. He just wanted to talk to Betty he wanted her to talk to him. She was his friend his lover and his wife. Ride or Die and she betrayed his trust.
It was Irag all over again one of his bunk mates, had betrayed the guys about some money. Dan loved everyone he bunked with like brothers, when he found out Beckett had betrayed them he hit him. Before he knew it he hit him. Just like he hit Betty
Dan had to be careful, he could hurt people he had been hurt as well. When the doctor said " Dan you have to stay on an even keel and you will be okay. Try yoga or smoking pot or both. Just stay calm man try not to get upset. You have PTSD"
Betty knew the doctor she told him " dont worry about Dan I will take care of him personally, he will never have a reason to be upset"
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She had wanted to talk instead he added welts to her already warmed bottom, displaying a behavior with speech he had never used around her much less to her.
Dan wondered what was Betty thinking now? where did she see their future going. This was the fork in the road and in the words of the great Yogi Berra " when you come to a fork in the road take it".
Dan was hurt to his core. Pain on the same level as the burning shrapnel that had dug into his body on a hot dessert day, a day that was filled with sand storms. The sharp edges of the sand whipping all exposed skin, Dan was pulling at his goggles trying to free the tiny granules of sand that had lodged in the straps for the goggles and chin strap for the helmet. They were so irritating he took his eyes off the road for one moment.
He felt the searing pain then he didnt, he woke in very strange surroundings to people asking him his name ? Can you say your name sir?
bett
Dan felt a hand on his chest it was warm , he looked in the direction of the arm, and his his rested on the greenest eyes he had ever seen. Dan tried to sit up but the pain was unbearable everything hurt except the place where the hand was. Resting on one elbow a propped Dan coughed a few times. He throat was dry and sore. Dan was a soldier, he was military. An armour plated motherfucker of the first rank. It was painful, and Dan was sure he was with friendlies." My name is Dan"
"Thanks Dan" said the doctor with the tablet at the end of the bed.
Dan listened intently as the doctor aked him over and over " Dan tell me can you feel that"? Dan wiggle your toes for me" Dan was becoming more and more concerned.
The hand moved from his chest and held his hand at the bed side. Five months, 16 days 11 hour and forty minutes Dan was rolled to the front door of the hospital. He breathed in deep. So this is Germany he thought to himself I blacked out in Irag, woke up 3 months later.
Now Im heading home.
Dans mother and sister met the plane. His mother asked" Dan who is Betty she had been calling every ten minutes" Dan clutched his mom and sister and cried.
Six weeks later Dan was back in Germany. Although this time he was installed as the Man of Betty's house.
They lived together for two years in Germany.
They both missed home. The both missed LA.
Betty took care of everything, In Germany they never got a second look, beautiful white woman with curly red hair, green green eyes. five foot nine of well put together.
They both thought about how they were going to be recieved in the States, oh there were interacial couples everywhere. Just not in his family and certainly not in hers. They talked about everything,
Everything except prior lovers even though neither were virgin when they met. Their love making always included some frantic moments of sex at a very high speed. Then sex at a moderate speed , looking in each other eyes her legs wrapped around his body.
Sometimes her feet rested in the small of Dans back. Other times she dug her heels into the glutes of his behind and pistoned her body into Dans down stroke.
The most passionate times were when she her calves on his calves they called it ten toes up and ten toes down.
Dan was as much addicted to her love making as he was to looking and getting lost in her eyes.
He wanted to know though. Because she said what fueled her passion was the skin contrast his mocha brown on her white bogy she said " That gets me hot babe when I think about it my panties would be soaked if I did not use panty liners."
So he asked " Babe tell me how long have you felt that way? How long have you liked the contrast. ?"
Betty looked at her man and said " Babe Ive only ever dated black guys" she kissed Dans chest right on one of the scars where the shrapnel went in.
"Dan you have had lovers before me. right?" Dan was like " right babe I did" his mind was racing now. remembering all the base things said about white women who dated exclusivey black guys he thought she must have been some kind of wigga or size queen.
Dan confessed his love to Betty everyday, "she told him she loved him when he wass balls deep inside her his fluid flowing into her, her grip was most evident when she came on his penis. She called it a peter pan moment" for some reason he never knew.
But whatever the Butt stops here she will need another lover ever.
He proposed to Betty, during the performance Cirque de soliel. Some people thought it was a part of the show. On knees looking at Betty's beautiful pedicured feet then up the longest legs. Finally their eyes met. Hand extended ring exposed " Betty will you marry me?"
They promised each other fidlelty and friendship. Betty promised that no one or nothing could come between her and Dan. Dan told Betty. " You are my woman, I love you with my mind, my body and I wont commit treason on our marriage by thinking or befriending another female" He further said he would not even be friend anyone he felt chemistry with. Betty kissed him and cried she looked at the justice of the peace and said " me to, everything that he said"
that night in their martial bed they focused on their future. They promised they would tell each other if anything changed or threatend their marriage or freindship.
The next morning they woke together Betty said " good morning husband" Dan said " good morning wife"
Betty saw the dent in the sheet indicating her husbands' errection. Betty straddled her husbands body, adusting her body, aligning their sex, she slid slowly down her husbands penis and when it lodged snugglny in her pulsating pussy. She looked him in his eyesa and began to massage every inch of his penis.
She had him locked and lodged now she was going to show him just what she had. She looked at her husband and said " Baby Im giving you married pussy, educated pussy, passionate wet well trained and strong pussy. This is the pussy I was saving for my husband I have been training for this moment, since my first hula hoop, since my first ballet and modern dance lesson. Since my first cheerleader split" Then she stopped talking and worked magic on Dan's penis.
He had an out of body experience every time after that when they made love. He couldnt understand they had been having sex for a couple years and now it was like she was another person sexually.
Dan was pleasantly surprised. He stayed in a state of marital bliss and sexual abandon. Yesterday he was shocked and today was no better.
Except he now had control of himself. He just wanted to talk to Betty he wanted her to talk to him. She was his friend his lover and his wife. Ride or Die and she betrayed his trust.
It was Irag all over again one of his bunk mates, had betrayed the guys about some money. Dan loved everyone he bunked with like brothers, when he found out Beckett had betrayed them he hit him. Before he knew it he hit him. Just like he hit Betty
Dan had to be careful, he could hurt people he had been hurt as well. When the doctor said " Dan you have to stay on an even keel and you will be okay. Try yoga or smoking pot or both. Just stay calm man try not to get upset. You have PTSD"
Betty knew the doctor she told him " dont worry about Dan I will take care of him personally, he will never have a reason to be upset"
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Re: Group Fiction
STORY
Dan looked at his phone, no messages from Betty. He had one from his mother and sister each message started off the same way. ' Dan what the fuck is wrong with you?'
He did not have to read the rest of the text to know what the message was about.
Dan pulled up Betty’s name and began tapping on the keyboard. He poured his heart out and let her know just how sorry he really was and he missed his wife’
Dan wondered just what happened, for the life of him he could not find one thing he could put his finger on that would have gone wrong.
His next text was to his adopted granddad.
‘wattabu Im in a lot of trouble. I think I fucked up and lost my wife. I need to talk’ ten minutes later his phone rang with the ring tone assigned to Wattabu Gunnyson “ whats going on son?” Wattabu’s voice was filled with concern.
Grand I just don’t know what happened he shook his head as he related minute by minute the events of the last forty eight hours. Wattabu listened and asked “ what was your contribution to wife showing up with slut written across her breast and a ace of spades on her back”?
Dan shook his head not understanding what Wattabu was asking. Dan raised his voice and said “Gunny, gunny I did nothing”
Wattabu sucked his teeth then asked Dan “ when was the last time you laid pipe to that girl?”
Dan answered quickly Wattabu every night damn near and for sure morning wood”
Dan listened closely to hear what Gunny was going to say next “ So for sure now you need to try and find your enemies among her friends”
Dan thought long and hard he did not have many friends that Betty knew. So it must be her friends that hate her so much to destroy her marriage.
Dan decided to show up at Betty’s job to take her to lunch. He wanted to patch things up and to do a bit of recon.
Wattabu suggested consulting with the whiff brothers. Wattabu said “ If you want I can have the whiffs come down and we can settle this quickly and quietly. Do your due diligence. Let me know what your recon turns up.”
Dan listened as the old man continued with his instructions. Finally after about forty five minutes of conversation Wattabu said” Dan there is only one person who can tell you everything you need to know, son you need to reconnect with your wife. Let her know the Ace of Spade on her back really ticked you off and you could not think straight. Finally let her know that you fear for her safety. That you will personally take her to work and pick her up for the foreseeable future. Do not restrict her movements or take her keys. You are not her parent but you are her man. If she had sex with someone else find out if condoms were used. If not tell her she must get tested. Go with her to the doctor. Both of you get tested that way the doctor will believe it was you who strayed. It is much easier for a man to bear the weight than a woman. Now get some rest and handle your business”
Dan switched off the phone he thought he saw a text he switched the phone on quickly. It was from Betty. ‘ Dan Im on my way home Baby, please wait up for me we need to talk”
Dan looked at his phone, no messages from Betty. He had one from his mother and sister each message started off the same way. ' Dan what the fuck is wrong with you?'
He did not have to read the rest of the text to know what the message was about.
Dan pulled up Betty’s name and began tapping on the keyboard. He poured his heart out and let her know just how sorry he really was and he missed his wife’
Dan wondered just what happened, for the life of him he could not find one thing he could put his finger on that would have gone wrong.
His next text was to his adopted granddad.
‘wattabu Im in a lot of trouble. I think I fucked up and lost my wife. I need to talk’ ten minutes later his phone rang with the ring tone assigned to Wattabu Gunnyson “ whats going on son?” Wattabu’s voice was filled with concern.
Grand I just don’t know what happened he shook his head as he related minute by minute the events of the last forty eight hours. Wattabu listened and asked “ what was your contribution to wife showing up with slut written across her breast and a ace of spades on her back”?
Dan shook his head not understanding what Wattabu was asking. Dan raised his voice and said “Gunny, gunny I did nothing”
Wattabu sucked his teeth then asked Dan “ when was the last time you laid pipe to that girl?”
Dan answered quickly Wattabu every night damn near and for sure morning wood”
Dan listened closely to hear what Gunny was going to say next “ So for sure now you need to try and find your enemies among her friends”
Dan thought long and hard he did not have many friends that Betty knew. So it must be her friends that hate her so much to destroy her marriage.
Dan decided to show up at Betty’s job to take her to lunch. He wanted to patch things up and to do a bit of recon.
Wattabu suggested consulting with the whiff brothers. Wattabu said “ If you want I can have the whiffs come down and we can settle this quickly and quietly. Do your due diligence. Let me know what your recon turns up.”
Dan listened as the old man continued with his instructions. Finally after about forty five minutes of conversation Wattabu said” Dan there is only one person who can tell you everything you need to know, son you need to reconnect with your wife. Let her know the Ace of Spade on her back really ticked you off and you could not think straight. Finally let her know that you fear for her safety. That you will personally take her to work and pick her up for the foreseeable future. Do not restrict her movements or take her keys. You are not her parent but you are her man. If she had sex with someone else find out if condoms were used. If not tell her she must get tested. Go with her to the doctor. Both of you get tested that way the doctor will believe it was you who strayed. It is much easier for a man to bear the weight than a woman. Now get some rest and handle your business”
Dan switched off the phone he thought he saw a text he switched the phone on quickly. It was from Betty. ‘ Dan Im on my way home Baby, please wait up for me we need to talk”