Date: Thu, 17 Mar 2005 09:01:42 -0800 (PST)
From: Wendi Darling <sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Captive In Tulsa

'Captive In Tulsa' {Wendi} ( real anal orgy con spank best tg bd MM M^M M~dog M~donkey ) [1!1]

     While on my return trip from Texas, I decided to stop overnight on the
outskirts of Tulsa, Oklahoma.  I was 'dressed' casually for the drive in
huarache sandals, a very short pair of cut-off denim jeans, and a white
tank top, through which the nipples of my A-cup breasts were nicely
accentuated.  My hair was blowing in the wind as I pulled off the
Interstate in my Mustang convertible.  I wheeled the car into the drive of
a Ramada Inn and checked in.  Since no one would ever suspect that I was
male, I used my alter ego femme driver's license and credit card to get a
room.  I had no reservation, but after using my sultriest voice and
sweetest smile on the clerk, he assured me that he had just the right room
for me.  He even carried my bags to my room for me.

     "If there's anything at all that I can do or get for you, ma'am, just
let me know," said the dear boy.  I'll be at the desk until 9:30 tonight."

     "I certainly will, sweetie," I said, as I slipped him a couple of
dollars and gave him an ever-so-slight kiss on the cheek.

     "Er ... thank you, ma'am," he stammered, his face turning a light rosy
shade.  "By the way, we have a very nice lounge off the lobby that gets a
little wild later on in the evening, in case you're interested.  I
sometimes go there when I get off."

     "Well, thank you so much for the info, honey," I said.  "If you'll be
there, I'll definitely have to check it out."

     "Poor boy," I thought to myself.  "Little does he know."

     After he left, I threw back the covers on the bed and took a small
nap.  I woke up at about five o'clock, took a shower, toweled my body and
hair dry, splashed on some perfume, put on some make-up, tossed on a new
top, and sashayed over to the hotel's restaurant for a bite to eat.

     I finished eating at about 7:30, and decided to check out the lounge.
It was quite a large and rather nice place with a big well-appointed bar.
I boosted my derriere onto one of the upholstered captain's stools near the
end of the bar, where the bartender stood, crossed my shapely legs, and
swiveled around to face her.

     "What can I get y'all?" said the strikingly beautiful blond female
bartender.

     "Can you do me a Banana Daiquiri?" I asked, smiling.

     I decided to play it up right and order something girlie, rather than
having a JB Scotch and water, which I usually drank.

     "You're lucky.  We don't usually have many calls for them, honey, but
I can do ya that and more," she said, winking at me.

     "Great!" I thought.  "Now, I have a lesbian bartender coming on to me.
That's two people, now, that could be in for a surprise."

     "Awesome!" I told the blond.  "Most bartenders, today, only know how
to pour from the dispensers.  By the way, the desk clerk told me that he
might see me in here, later.  What's the scoop on him?"

     "I subscribe to the old school, honey," she said.  "I even went to
Mixology school.  You must mean Tommy.  He's horny and cool.  Got a nice
looking cock, too.  He wants to get in my pants real bad, but he's not my
bag.  You are, though!  Oh, yeah, my name's Jeanine."

     "Mine's Wendi," I replied.  "Glad to know you.  Just why am I your
bag?"

     "You got small tits and legs to die for," said Jeanine.  "You done
girls before?"

     "You'd be surprised to know all that I've done," I told her.

     I bought another daiquiri, drank it, and then Jeanine bought me one on
the house.

     Some more people started to arrive and feed the jukebox.  They played
mostly Country and Western, which I don't particularly like, but shit, what
the hell, this WAS Oklahoma.

     I sat at the bar, watching a C & W band set up their equipment, and
drank down more daiquiris.  I was developing a taste for them and also
starting to feel quite warm and squooshy inside.  I danced a couple of slow
dances with a couple of cowboy types, getting my ass and boobs felt up in
the process.  I was having a 'gay' old time.

     Finally, Tommy came into the lounge and sat on the barstool next to
me.

     "Well, I see that you took my advice about this place, ma'am," he
said.  "We always make sure that our guests have a good time."

     "Please call me Wendi, Tommy," I said.  "Jeanine told me your name,
and I thought that I'd wait to see if you showed."

     "I couldn't help but show up for a lovely lady like you," said Tommy.
Hey Jeanine, baby, give Wendi another of whatever she's drinking."

     "Why thank you, Tommy," I said.  "I'm afraid I'm getting a little
drunk."

     "Don't worry, honey.  We'll take real good care of you.  Won't we,
Jeanine?" said Tommy, winking at the girl behind the bar, and easing his
arm down from around my shoulder, letting his hand massage my ass.

     "I can see that, already, Tommy," I said as I squirmed my butt against
his palm.  "Don't stop there!"

     While kneading my cheeks with one hand, Tommy's other one softly made
its way under my top, across my tummy, and up to my chest.  He squeezed
first one breast and then the other, pinching each nipple.  They got hard
as rocks.

     "Your tits are just how I like 'em, said Tommy, "small and firm."

     "Oh, don't stop there!" I gasped in his ear.  "Keep it up and I'll
have an orgasm right here at the bar."

     "I certainly won't stop you, Wendi.  It's sort of cum as you are," he
said, laughing.

     He took his hand away from my aching titties, and began slowly moving
it up and down my bare right thigh, inching it closer to my privates with
each upward stroke.  I'm so glad that I decided to shave before I left for
dinner.  My 'clitty' was now as hard as my nipples, and was damn close to
squirting out my juices.  It was a good thing that our corner was pretty
dark, so no one could observe our serious petting.  Tommy's hand finally
found its way all the up to my groin, and when he felt my
more-than-feminine bulge, he was slightly taken aback.

     "Whoa, there," he said to me.  "You got a little more between your
legs than most women.  I never felt up a trannie, before."

     "Well, don't let that stop you, dear.  We just happen to have somewhat
bigger clitorises than other women, and we are almost all bisexual, though
I seem to have a preference for sweeties like you."

     "Stay right here, Wendi," said Tommy.  "I'll be right back."

     Tommy went over to some good-looking guy at the other end of the bar,
and evidently whispered something in his ear.  Then they both came back to
where I was sitting.

     "I want you to meet Jason, Wendi.  He's a total queer and he's gone
more than a few rounds with guys and he-shes like you."

     "Hello, Wendi, sweetheart," said this hunk of manflesh as he sat down
in the stool on the other side of me.

     Tommy ordered me another drink while the three of us chatted.  I was
feeling no pain at all, and now each of my admirers was stroking one of my
thighs.  I could barely stand it!  I was really getting quite woozy and
uninhibited, now, and when Jason grabbed and squeezed me between my legs,
it wasn't very long before my throbbing member went into uncontrolled
spasms, and I emptied my aching cum sacks into my panties.

     "It shot its wad!" Jason laughed.

     I was really legless, now.  My head was reeling!  Tommy must have
slipped some sort of date-rape drug into my last drink.

     "You fuckers!" I said.  "You gave me some kinda knockout shit, didn't
ya?  Now, help me to my room!  I really don't feel good."

     Tommy and Jason each grabbed me under one arm, helped me down off the
barstool, and walked me to the lounge exit.  My cum felt warm and wet
between my legs in my panties.

     "Have fun, you guys!" yelled Jeanine from behind the bar.  "Maybe I'll
see you when I get off."

     My two 'assistants' led me out the door and across the lobby to the
corridor where my room was located.  But instead of taking me to my room,
they lead me all the way down the hallway to an outside exit.  They hustled
me into the back seat of a car and put a rubber hood over the top of my
head, covering my ears and my eyes.  I feebly protested.  It was all
foggily exciting, and I would have willingly gone along with them had they
asked.  They then removed my shorts and panties, and stuffed the cum-soiled
undies in my mouth and tied my gag with a strip of rubber.  They bound my
wrists behind my back, secured my ankles and left me hog-tied on my belly
on the seat.

     "Wait 'til they see what we have for them," I heard Tommy say.  "This
is gonna be awesome."

     "Yeah, man.  I hope that Wendi has as good a time as everybody's gonna
have with her," said Jason.

     I'm pretty sure that it was Jason who was driving, and we must have
driven for about ten or fifteen minutes.  By now, my head was clearing a
bit, and I was getting excited and anxious to have them do to me whatever
it was that they had planned.  The car stopped and I heard both Jason and
Tommy exit the front doors.  The back doors opened and they got in and
freed me from that ungodly position and untied my ankles so that I could
walk.  My legs were still quite unsteady so they had to grab me, again,
under my arms.

     We stopped and one of the guys pounded on a door.

     "Who's there?" said a muffled voice.

     "It's Jason and Tommy, and we brought you a surprise treat!"

     "Okay," said the voice.  "Just a minute."

     I heard the door being unlocked and then opened.

     "Watcha got there, guys?" asked the voice.

     "A fucking he-she that's staying at the Ramada!" said Jason.

     "Excellent!" the voice replied.  "We haven't had one of them for some
time.  We have some outstanding things for it to do, as usual.  I'm sure
we'll all be happy as hell to have the pleasure of its company.  Bring it
on inside."

     I wasn't too thrilled to be referred to as 'it,' but what the hell.
As in the title and words of the old Tommy Edwards' song, "It's All In The
Game."

     I was led down what I imagined was a hallway, dressed in only my top,
and through a second door into another room.  I must have been quite large
because I could make out multitudes of voices.  My new host then ripped off
my top and I was now naked from the neck down.  He felt up my boobs and
clitty, and bent me over at the waist, spread my cheeks, and inspected my
'cunt,' shoving two fingers past my sphincter.  I winced.

     "It's certainly not a virgin," he said.  "Has a few miles on it; not
real tight, but not too loose, either."

     I passed inspection!  I found out later that I had been taken to a
BDSM establishment that was simply known as 'The Club.'  In Tulsa,
Oklahoma, of all places; center of the bible thumper belt and the home of
Oral Roberts University.

     My wrists were now untied, and I was hung, belly down in some sort of
sling device.  My legs were spread apart and my knees were bound as tightly
as possible up to my chest, with my hands, again, tied behind my back.  A
neat little package!  This was to be my position, either belly up or belly
down for most of the time of my 'captivity.'  My ass was whipped, spanked,
paddled, pinched and bitten, and all sorts of objects and instruments,
vibrators, fingers, and fists were inserted into my 'cunt.'  My hole must
have been stretched out wide enough to resemble the entrance to the
Carlsbad Caverns.

     When they did use and abuse me, it was at many times around the clock
for I don't know how long a time.  Although they did feed me and lead me to
the bathroom during my 'tenure,' I was usually forced to wash down my meals
with glasses of cum and/or urine (for which I have since developed a
perverted taste).

     From what I could ascertain from their voices, there were both men and
women present.  I heard Tommy and Jason's voices, and later I heard
Jeanine's.  They all had a piece of me.  They pierced my nipples and
'clitty' with needles, and tied weights to each of my cum sacks.  I
couldn't utter a scream with my cummed-up panties securely held in my
mouth.  It was totally humiliating, degrading, and painful, but in my lust,
I learned to love it and long for more.

     Then there was always the 'cock'tail time.  My gag was removed and I
was violated simultaneously in both holes innumerable times by both humans
and animals.  I coughed up cum and could feel it running out of my ass, as
if someone had given me an enema.  Whenever I was in the belly-down
position, someone would jack off my cock into a plastic cup, which I was
forced to drink.

     I'm almost positive that I heard someone mention 'Great Danes.'  Since
I was always blindfolded, I could not be 100% sure, but they were huge
beasts, nonetheless.  At least their cocks were huge, one in each end.
There was no end to the degrading laughter and vile abusive language on the
part of the approving human audience.  I have absolutely no idea of how
many dogs there were, or how many times they had me.  Each time their huge
knots expanded in each end of me and I became totally and painfully hung
up.

     They then brought in the 'Beast!'  While one hound after another took
turns with my poor sore asshole, something new was brought to my lips.  It
was a huge leathery cock that I surmised to belong to some type of equine
species.  I deduced from its relative size that it must belong to a donkey,
for I had seen horses' cocks before, and this one didn't seem to be as
humongous.  I was forced to take the unusual-tasting member in my ravaged
mouth and suck it.

     I was unable to down much of its length, and I assume that someone was
jacking it off, because after hearing it bray (IT WAS A DONKEY), a quart of
its cum filled my mouth and throat and gullet and came up and out through
my nose.  It inundated any part of my face and hair that wasn't covered by
the blindfold, and shot up all over my chest and belly.

     Once the jackass finished ejaculating all over me, the gag was again
forced into my mouth and the dog was pulled out of my gaping asshole with a
slushy 'pop.'  I heard people cheering and the muffled clop-clop of hooves
going around and behind me and I KNEW what was to happen next.  The ass
leapt up on me in the swing and I felt his cockhead at my rear opening.  In
an instant, he penetrated me and drove entirely inside me, and I know that
the end of that enormous tool must me all the way up in my colon, if not my
esophagus.  The pain was indescribable and I would have uttered the 'scream
of the damned' had I not been gagged.  I was sure that he ripped me open.

     The beast continued ramming in an out of me for what seemed to me like
an eternity.  The intense pain subsided a bit and gave way to a marvelously
warm, soothing pleasure as his sliding piston applied pressure and friction
to my prostate.  I pissed all over and had the most numerous and explosive
orgasms that I had ever experienced.

     The donkey now decided to be done with it and impregnate me, and
released a fresh torrent of hot cum deep in my bowels.  I felt sated and
bloated, but I wished I could have more, right then.  How would human or
canine cocks ever be able to satisfy me again?  I knew that I would now
have to look for bigger mammals and cocks if I had any hope of ever again
being totally sexually sated.

     When my captors tired of me, Tommy and Jason, with me sitting naked
between them in the front seat, drove back to that same exterior exit of
the hotel.  No one was in the corridor so they hurriedly escorted me inside
and took me to my room.  They removed the gag and hood and dumped me across
the bed.

     "Tie her up and gag her, again, Tommy," said Jason.  "I need a good
fuck before I go, and I don't want her running out into the hall and
screaming."

     "Oh, please don't do that," I pleaded.  "I had a marvelous time and
I'll let you do whatever you want."

     "Well, okay, slut," he said, "but if you start anything, Tommy and I
will beat your ass black and blue!"

     "I promise, sweetheart.  I swear I won't yell out!"

     Jason stripped from the waist down and walked over to where I was
lying on the bed.

     "Now, jack my cock 'til it gets hard!"

     I obediently took his flaccid endowment in my hand and started jacking
it up and down until it morphed into this enormous 12-incher.  Normally, I
wouldn't even think of having such a gigantic cock thrust up my ass, but
after enduring days of Great Dane and donkey cock, I felt that I could
handle it with ease.

     He hopped up on the bed and I pointed my definitely not-virgin ass at
him.  He grabbed me by the hips and with a single thrust, impaled me with
his magnificent member.  It hurt like the dickens, initially, but then that
slow one-foot stroke made my pussy feel fabulous, and I uncontrollably
gyrated my hips and backed my ass into his every forward lunge.

     His monster cock slid in and out of my rectum for I don't know how
long.  I felt him stiffen and his prick get even thicker, before he
unleashed a veritable torrent of cum into my bowels.  I came all over the
bedspread at about the same time.  He pounded and pounded, his big balls
slapping against me while they drained and emptied themselves.

     He pulled out of me with a lewd plop, slapped me on the ass, said,
"Thanks for the ride, bitch," and walked out the door.

     I didn't realize it, but Tommy had been in the room for the whole
time, watching his friend impregnating me and jacking off.

     "I guess that I'll have to get you a new bedspread, Wendi," he said.
"There's a lot of cum on that one."

     "How long has it been since I first checked in here?" I asked.

     "Five days," said Tommy.  "You can stay here until you feel you want
to leave.  I fixed it all up.  It won't cost you anything."

     "My God!  Do you mean to say I was being fucked royally for almost a
week?"

     "Yup.  And you were really enjoying it after the first few hours,
too."

     "Did you and Jason stay for the whole time?' I asked.

     "Hell, no.  We had to go to work.  Besides, we don't have the stamina
like you.  You were more or less on your own.  We came back whenever we
could and got another piece of you."

     "How can I ever thank you for the free room?" I asked Tommy.  "Wait.
Scratch that.  Take off all your clothes and lay on the bed next to me."

     Tommy stripped off all his clothes and got onto the bed.  I never had
the chance to see what a gorgeous body this blond hunk had.  He sure wasn't
shy, anymore.  I reached up and kissed him deeply while I played with his
prick and balls.  As I kissed and nibbled his nipples, he sighed, and his
cock grew into this delicious-looking 7-inch torpedo.  It was just the
right size for my mouth; not nearly as huge as his queer friend, Jason's,
plunger.

     I kissed the head of his dick and tickled the piss slit with my
tongue.  He groaned.  I licked around the entire circumference of his
cockhead, and then took it into my eager mouth.  I gradually lowered my
mouth on his throbbing manhood until the tip of his prick touched the back
of my throat and 'tickled my tonsils.'  I slowly moved my lips up and down
his shaft while he lay back and moaned and groaned.  He was thoroughly
enjoying his treat.

     "Go faster!" he said, and I immediately responded.

     He grabbed me by the hair and I followed the quickening pace that he
wanted.  Up and down I went on his cock; faster and faster, until I felt it
grow larger in my throat.  He bucked his hips up into me and he forced his
rod into my gullet.  Finally, a river of juice shot out from his ample tool
and filled my mouth and throat.  Not one drop was wasted as I swallowed
everything his nuts could deliver.

     When he eventually recovered from my expert blowjob, he got up,
dressed, kissed me and left, saying that he loved me.

     I was so honored to be his 'girlfriend.'

     I stayed three more nights at the hotel, and each night, Tommy came to
my room after work, and we slept together and had marvelous sex.  He was on
the desk when I left, and told me that whenever I was in the area, I should
check with him and he'll see that I get a free room.  I don't know if I
should, because I don't think that I could handle another week as the
centerpiece of the 'Donkey Club.'  He did say that he wanted to visit me at
my home in the summer, and perhaps find work at a hotel in my town.

     "Hmmm!"

     I never thought that places like that actually existed, but I believe
it, now.  I had the sore asshole to prove it.  I sat on inflatable 'donuts'
for a month afterward while the trauma healed.

     Fell free to e-mail me: Wendi at sweetwendi2002@yahoo.com