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Introduction:

I spend the afternoon learning about BDSM.

41. Exposed

I was on my way up the east coast of Florida, having left the Keys, Miami and my stowaway, Vista, behind. Coming out of Miami, I had tacked out into the ocean. On my way back into shore, a squall had descended upon me, making it a challenging voyage. But now I was safely at a marina on the Intracoastal Waterway.

After my morning coffee, my plan was to clean up and organize everything down below on my boat. In heavy seas like I had the previous day, anything not glued down gets tossed around down below. Imagine your house or flat being tossed to and fro, side-to-side, twisted and shaken. Everything ends up on the sole. I met one couple who said "Whenever we go on a passage, we don't secure things; we just put everything on the floor. That's where it's going to end up anyway."

After my shower I visited the marina office for a restaurant recommendation. Behind the counter stood an unremarkable, rather plain looking woman, in her 50s. Brown hair just to her ears, enough makeup to lift her average looks to the next level, and a massive chest. It appeared as though her shirt was a couple of sizes too small. Her breasts were doing their best to pop the buttons off and escape. These giant boobs commanded attention. Of course, I was staring at them as I approached.

She had an amused smile as she addressed me. "Yes, they're real. 100%. Now, what may I help you with, Captain?"

I blushed and grinned back at her. "I'm sorry, that was a bit crass of me, wasn't it?"

"I guarantee that you're not the first, Captain. They call me 'The Rack' around town." She had an effortless way about her and sent off a very powerful vibe. I sensed that she was up for just about anything if you only asked. "But I think you came in for something other than to stare at my boobs."

"Well, yes. I wanted a recommendation for a decent restaurant nearby. Obviously, I don't have a car."

She looked at the clock on the wall showing 11:45. "I get off at noon and I have the rest of the day off. If you have the time I'd be happy to take you to Lem's Place down the road. Popular with the locals. Great fish-of-the-day sandwich."

"That sounds fantastic. I'm Sailor, by the way."

"Sonya." She extended her hand and there was a strange warmth to it as we shook. She had an odd sparkle in her eyes and she held onto my hand just a little longer than a normal handshake. I was beginning to sense that Sonya was not just as average as she appeared.

I killed a few minutes out by the fuel dock as she closed out her work day. She led me to a new, flashy red Corvette in the parking lot. "Wow! Nice car. Your husband must have a powerful job to afford this kind of ride. I know that marinas don't pay this well."

"Oh, not married, Sailor." No other explanation. We drove the five minutes to the restaurant in an awkward silence.

The place was busy. As we walked in the door a bell tinkled, signalling our arrival. A couple of employees looked over calling out "Hey, Rack", "Hi, Rack, how's it going" and other such greetings. She was obviously well known. We had to wait a few minutes until a booth emptied and was cleared. While we waited and as we walked to our table, almost every male customer stole a glance at her enormous chest. Even some of the women glanced over their shoulder, shaking their heads and scowling at their husbands.

We chatted aimlessly over lunch. When we climbed back in her shiny red Corvette, she turned to me. "Can I give you a guided tour of our little piece of paradise or would you rather go back to my place for an afternoon drink?"

"Not what I was expecting, but a drink sure sounds tempting."

"Good choice" she said as she patted my leg. "I'm not a very good tour guide."

We arrived at her typical Florida concrete block ranch home and went inside. It was clean and comfortable. She whipped up some drinks and led me to a small screened porch on the back. We settled in and began sipping our drinks.

After a long awkward silence she asked "So, Sailor, do you have any hobbies or passions that you enjoy?"

"Well, I've played the drums most of my life. Everything from garage bands to orchestras, you name it. But, living on a boat, there's not much room for a drum kit. As for my passions ... I might need a few more of these drinks to loosen my tongue."

She laughed a hearty laugh. "Oh! You mean sex, right? You shouldn't be so provincial around me, Sailor! Follow me. I have something to show you." She led me through the house into the back bedroom.

The curtains in the bedroom were drawn shut, opaque, not letting any light in. I couldn't see a thing. She switched on a light but it was a very low wattage red light. It was just enough light to begin to make out shapes. When my eyes adjusted I could see various harnesses and swings hanging from the ceiling, racks of all sorts of whips, handcuffs, and other punishing equipment.

My jaw dropped and I looked at her. She had a proud smile on her face. "This is my passion. I'm pretty proud of my collection. What do you think?"

I was nonplussed. I was unsure how to respond. I had walked into Christian Greys "play room" but, like Anastasia's naivety, there was no Xbox.

"What do I think? I think I need another one of these" holding out my empty glass. "Make it a double!"

Sonya chuckled, a proud chuckle. She took my glass and went back to the kitchen. I followed along like a puppy dog begging for a treat. With fresh drinks in hand, she led me back into her Red Room of pleasure and pain, ultimate control.

"I'm really into this, Sailor. I love to be restrained and violated. I love to be humiliated. I have a need to be pissed on, slapped, spit on, clamps on these babies" clutching her big breasts. "There's a local group of us. We meet weekly rotating between houses. Five men and one other female. You should see Craig's setup. I look forward to sessions at Craig's with mixed emotions. Actually, the group's meeting here tonight. Have you ever tried any of this?"

"Honestly, Sonya, no. Not at this level. I mean, I've fucked women silly, raped their mouth, their ass, threesomes and like that. But never anything as advanced as this or with this need, this kink. Don't get me wrong, I have kinks and I respect others' kinks. I've just never had the opportunity to play in this sandbox."

"Let me show you a short video and then maybe we can experiment, okay? It'll get me warmed up for tonight."

She turned on a TV in the corner and slid in a CD. It was a grainy video taken in this room. It showed Sonya hanging from the ceiling in a harness, prone, her face toward the floor. She was hanging at waist height to the others.

One guy approached her head, grabbed her hair and yanked her head up. He spit on her face and slapped her. There was no audio but you could see him yelling at her. He spit on her face again, then rammed his cock into her mouth. He brutally fucked her mouth for just a few strokes, then slapped her some more.

The camera panned towards her feet. Another man was spanking her ass with a whip, like they use on horses. He stood between her legs, slapping her buttocks with the whip. Occasionally, he'd reach around and the whip would dart up and lash against her mammoth breast hanging down. He had something metal and shiny in his hand. I couldn't see the plug clearly but he spread her ass cheeks and shoved it into one of her holes. He rammed it in and out, viciously violating her hole. Again, no audio of the vile things you could see him shouting at her.

You could barely see the other woman in the background, hands tied behind her sitting on a straight backed chair. She had her mouth held open with some device and a guy was clutching her hair with both hands and alternately ramming his dick into her open mouth and slapping her.

She turned off the video. "Well, what do you think?"

"I've only seen stuff like that on porn sites. I've never done anything like that before, Sonya."

"I can respect that. Just understand that I get turned on and satisfied by that. I need that. Just watching that excerpt got we wet. I'd really like some action. Can you at least fuck my mouth, see if you can make me gag or puke?"

"Well, I'm always up for mouth fucking."

We both shed our clothes. My penis was just beginning to swell up and come to life. I expected Sonya to drop to her knees to suck me up hard. Instead, she paid no attention to me. She went to a bureau, opened a drawer and took out nipple clamps connected by a chain. She attached them to her oversized nipples, letting out grunts and groans as she did. Then she pulled out an oversize, large circumference metal ass plug. She handed it to me and bent over.

"You do know where this goes, don't you?" She pulled her ass cheeks apart and I tried pushing it into her asshole. Without any lube it found resistance. After a few attempts she barked at me "Oh, fuck. Let me do it." She grabbed it from my hand and simply pressed and forced it, dry, ramming it into her asshole. When it popped into her anus, her gasps led to a small squirt from her pussy.

Once she was "prepared" she sat on a stool. "Okay, newbie, fuck my mouth as hard as you can. Don't fucking hold back or whimp out on me. I need discipline. Calling me nasty names is highly encouraged. It turns me on. After all, I am nothing more that a cheap, nasty whore. Now slut fuck my mouth."

I had stroked up my cock and put it in her mouth. She immediately grabbed my ass and pulled me hard against her face. She pushed and pulled my hips hard and fast to her mouth. After a short time of that she stopped. "Look, Sailor. I need you to punish my mouth. The harder you slam your cock down my throat, the closer you get me to gagging, the more turned on I get. You have a nice dick, by the way. Hurt me with it. Take control."

Given this admonition, I took hold of her hair and started ramming my cock deep down her throat. I talked dirty to her, calling her every nasty, skanky, rauncy, cheap, dirty name I could think of. I cocked my hips and wrapped my arms around the back of her head holding it against my abdomen and pounded away, my hips slamming my rod in her cavernous mouth. She was nearly drowning on her saliva. It was draining from her mouth, covering those massive boobs and dripping to the floor.

I didn't stop, I didn't let up. She wanted me to take full advantage to my hearts content and I did so. I fucked her mouth so hard my balls were slapping on her chin. I just didn't stop. Even after I shot my cum, I just kept on fucking her mouth as hard as I could. My groin was slapping into her face, her head was jerking back from the force of my pounding thrusts. I'd ram it in deep, then hold her face against my body for minutes at a time. I never let her come up for air. I never let her spit out her drool. I just fucked and fucked her mouth.

Finally, I was winded. I pulled him out and smeared the long ribbons of spital hanging down, reaching for that cock, all over her face. I slapped her face with my dick. I pushed it into her cheek from inside and spanked her face. I told her what a worthless, cheap slut she was. I finally had one more go at it. I rammed him all the way down her throat and held him there as I grabbed her throat to feel the cock bulge. I thrust him in and out a few times, feeling him in her throat as I tightened my finger chokehold on the outside.

"Not bad for a newbie" she said. "More derogatory abuse and name calling, more slapping and definitely pulling him out and spitting on my face would have helped. But you did okay for a first timer. Want to see if you can work those things into your routine while you fuck my ass? I've got a special rack over there to make it easier."

"Sonya, I need to rest for awhile. I'm nearly twice your age. I don't have the stamina I did when I was younger. Plus I just shot a load down your throat. I need to recover."

"You did? You came in my mouth? I didn't even notice."

We both worked on our drinks. She kept tugging at the chain connecting her nipple clamps. Abruptly, she got up and walked over to a rack. It was designed with wrist and ankle straps and supports that held someone in the optimal position for hard fucking any of their holes. "Sailor, get your ass over here. Get me strapped in. You need to put me in my place. I've broken the rules. I've disobeyed you. I need to be punished."

She climbed onto the rack and I wrapped and secured the straps immobilizing her limbs. "Now, Sailor, remove that butt plug and punish me. DO NOT hold back. I need to be abused and humiliated. Fuck my holes, piss on me, tell me what a worthless whore I am. The more you take advantage of me, the more pleasure I get. Now have at it!"

Although I had called girls skanky sluts while fucking them before, this was on a whole different level. I wasn't sure where to begin. I started where I had left off - with her mouth. I slapped her jumbo tits and yanked on the clamps. "Goddamn whore boobs ... too big to be useful." More slapping. "Only cheap sluts have them this big. They just get in the way you trashy cunt." I spanked them some more before I grabbed her hair and thrust my cock in her mouth.

I used her hair to make her head bob on my dick, pulling it down forcefully on my shaft and pulling it away. "All you're good for is to take my massive cock, any hole, any time." I rammed my cock down her throat, fast and hard a few strokes. "Just wait till I get to your nasty asshole. You've broken the rules today and all your holes are gonna pay. Here, take this, you worthless piece of shit." I aimed a stream of piss at her face, some going in her mouth, the rest splattering across and cascading down her face onto the floor. "Drink my piss you cunt. Drink it before I wreck your ass and make you clean my cock. You’re nothing but a cheap sex janitor." I slapped her face and spanked it with my cock, smearing her slobber around. Then I slammed my cock down her throat a few more times.

I moved around behind her. I left the butt plug in place. "What the fuck is wrong with your pussy, you skanky whore?" as I spanked and slapped her ass cheeks. I spread her cheeks and got my dick lined up with her vagina and just rammed it in. No warning, no lube, just her accumulated cunt juice. She let out a satisfied groan.

I rammed it deep a couple of strokes. "You’re hardly worth my time and you certainly don't deserve my fat cock. Your pussy is pathetic." I pulled her butt plug out of her ass and forced it into her pussy. Then I grabbed her hips and railed her asshole with my hard dick. I just fucked her gaping asshole as hard as I possibly could, slamming it deep and making our skin slap together.

"What a cheap slut. Your asshole is worthless! It's so fucking stretched out by all the cocks you've had, it's not tight enough to get me to cum. You're nothing but a cum slut with used up holes." I spanked her ass some more and stepped around to slap her boobs.

I went in her ass again, hoping to dump a load. She was so stretched from the oversized plug that there was little friction. No matter how hard I fucked her ass or how vile I spoke to her, I didn't see me being able to cum in her ass.

I stepped back around to her mouth. I slapped her as I said "Your asshole is so pathetic. It can't even get me to cum." I spit on her face. "Let's hope your mouth works better, whore, or we'll be here all night." I grabbed her hair as I shoved my dick in her mouth. Like before, I showed no mercy. I fucked it hard and fast, balls deep with each stroke. No stopping for air or to drain spit. I just kept pounding my cock into her sloppy, sloppy mouth. I said some nasty, vile things about her, hoping that she was getting equal pleasure from this vicious mouth fuck.

Once I felt my orgasm coming, I rammed it in fully and wrapped my arms around the back of her head. I held him all the way down her throat as I spilled by cum directly into her belly making short jabs with each squirt. Five massive heaves, five streams of hot, salty cum all down her throat.

When I pulled him out of her mouth, she sucked in her breath as I smeared her mouth juices all over her face. I spanked her with my hard meat and slapped her some more. "There 'ya go you skanky trash whore. Your makeup is all streaking down your face. My cum is in your belly. I'd just leave you tied up here for your friends to find you but I need a ride to my boat." I unclasped the straps holding her in place.

"Damn, Sailor. You did alright for a rookie. Sure you don't want to stick around till my group gets here? I think you'd really like Patty and I know she'd like you."

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