Trapped In A Barrel Part One

Trapped in a barrel Part 1

by Jokter

Hey, everyone, I’m Joe and here’s my story so, me and the girlfriend Vanessa had been invited to a party. Figured it’d be fun so we agreed.  Then I catch the bitch cheating on me the day before my friend’s party.  She profusely apologized, etc.. said it was all an accident, she was drunk all sorts of excuses. But she did it, and I know she did it on purpose. She was always a conniving bitch, twisting things so she’d get her way. Buy me a new purse, you’ll love how I look in those shoes… It was ridiculous, and then half the time she’d never wear the stuff for me. She wore them when she went out with her girlfriends.  She was attractive, super high maintenance is probably the best word, 35-29-36, dark brown hair.  In any case, I was livid about the whole thing. Figured this is done, go to the party and never deal with the bitch again.

I was a bit depressed so I went over to Fred’s house to chill and have a beer and just to vent. The party wasn’t due to start until 6 and it was only 11 am. Fred and his girl Amy were very cool, she was always a flirt but dedicated to Fred. She was, in essence, his sub and future wife. They played heavy in the S&M crowd, and she was almost more into it than him. When she heard what happened she was ready to go stalk the bitch down and claw her to death.  Amy was a cute hot little number you’d never think was into being whipped, and degraded. Around 5’2″ 48-25-35, she always looked like she was about to topple over. She was constantly working out in their gym in the basement. She apparently had been chubby at one time but Fred had helped her out of that with nurturing her submissive nature. Punish with the lash any slowness, and grant pleasure when she lost a pound or two. It bonded them together among their other interests.  After I chilled for a bit and spilled the beans about everything, I let them know that at the moment she’d still be there later on, but I was having second thoughts about even dealing with her for the party.  I could tell Amy was thinking, next thing I know she was about to burst about how she has to come. Me and Fred looked at her and were weirded out as to why Amy was so insistent. Fred looked at her, then looked at me.

Then said give me a minute, him and Amy went in the kitchen. I heard a little yelling, then some other noise, I was a little worried. So I checked in on them. There was Amy on her knees, nose in Fred’s crotch, Fred just glanced at me. “Make sure she’s here at 5 pm, Amy will call her in a half hour… And don’t fret, we’ll help you out.”

I looked down at Amy, her hair was in these two buns and Fred’s hands were holding them tightly. Her eye’s had teared up, next thing I knew he let go. She let ten inches of shaft out and the head still in her mouth she swallowed, breathed in through her nose. Then pushed herself back down to the core.  I could tell she had a faint smile from seeing my shocked look.  All I could say was, “Damn, Amy let me know if any of your girlfriends are available who can do that, I’ll see you later, and I’ll make sure she comes.” She just kind of gurgled at that.

I went back to my place got a shower, dreading having to deal with her for a night. But trusting in Amy and Fred.  Figured I could pick her up, go in for the party then when she was occupied somewhere just bail.

So the time came, I drove over picked her up, got to the door.  She was all dressed up in the most conservative wench costume I’d ever seen, long dress, long sleeved top, and it looked like an extra layer under that, as the first layer of the top was slightly see through. Next thing I know I’m getting yelled at by her because I’m not dressed up in a costume. Amy, said it was a renaissance themed party and I should dress up like her. As usual, getting berated by the bitch wasn’t my favorite thing.

And I brushed it off, saying, “Well this is the first I’ve heard about it Fred must have forgotten to tell me. I’ll figure something out with Fred when we get there.”

She was fuming, as per usual.  I was just pissed considering I’d walked her fucking someone else, and she was acting as if nothing happened. In any case, we got in the car and drove on over. Apparently, Amy called and told her she needed some help getting dressed up. I just tried to ignore her till we got there. Being in the same area as her just really ruffled my feathers. It was the whole combination of her ignoring what had happened as if it didn’t. Thankfully it just took a few minutes to get there.

As I walked up to the door Amy stood there waiting to greet me, she’d put on a wench’s outfit as well, her tits held up by a tight corset.  Somehow it made her small waist even smaller, and her nipples were out and proud, and a short billowy skirt, that seemed to just barely cover anything. She just gave me a big hug digging her nipples into my chest.

She whispered, “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the bitch Vanessa,” as she smiled and seemed so cheery.

Vanessa walked up and gave her a look, as if she was touching her property. Amy said, “Oh, come on you need to help me finish getting ready, it’s your fault I’m barely dressed!” And dragged Vanessa in.  I just followed in, then went to find Fred as the girls went upstairs. No sooner had they gotten up there, then I heard what sounded like a big piece of furniture hitting the floor.

As I ran up the steps, there was Amy walking down.

“What happened? Is everyone okay?”

“Yep, no problem at all. Vanessa knocked something over but it’s all taken care of, she’ll be a little bit.”

I went back to Fred and finished helping him setup, getting the beer, and wines out. Getting the food out of the fridge etc… Fred had a shirt for me to wear and pirate mask that covered my eyes, Fred told me to just keep the mask on as he didn’t want everyone to know who anyone else was easily. Next thing I knew people were showing up. The guys all had masks on, the girls were barely wearing much and while every guy came with a girl, there were several ladies who came with other girls. There was this one girl, maybe 5’3″ walked in with these other two ladies. She was to die for, barefoot, with a tiny waist, huge tits that rivaled Amy’s.  She was barely wearing an outfit, if it could be called that, it was nothing more then a burlap sack tunic with no sides it barely reached her thighs because of her large breasts but looked so worn that there were large gaping wholes showing her curves, a piece of thin twine held the front and back together.  I could faintly see she had only what could be a thin chastity belt under it, as I saw a large lock hanging in the middle. The three of them walked towards me as I sipped on a beer, on the couch.

“You’re Joe, right?”

“Yep,” as I wait for some kind of shit storm to hit, wondering if I was oogling their friend too much.

“Could you please watch Jamie for a bit, the two of us have somethings to go take care of. If she’s any trouble just put her in her place.”  At this point, I was a deer in headlights, and I have no idea what they wanted me to do. Next thing I know my heart is beating faster then it has in a long time, and this girl who is my wet dream is kneeling between my knees.  Looking at my crotch. I look down at her she didn’t budge. So I gently put my hand under her chin, as I did she looked up and I saw her beautiful blue eyes. Then allowed her to put her head down again this time on my thigh, with her looking right at my crotch as it continued to grow. Now I’ll admit don’t have a foot long monster like it looked like Fred has. But I’ve got a very thick nine inches in the right mood. By the time I’d looked back up the ladies were gone.

I sit there for a few minutes enjoying this woman’s head on my leg, huge breasts pressed against me. Next thing I knew I felt her shake a little, and let out a low groan. I brushed her hair gently, she looked up at me and nuzzled her cheek against my now erect jean trapped cock. And groaned a little more then whimpered.  I pulled her up and had her sit on my lap. As I did I noticed a few things, as she sat she stiffened up. Her breasts were truly tremendous, and apparently, was slightly wet, hopefully, I didn’t spill the beer on her. And the cloth of her tunic was fairly rough, but if anything she appeared to enjoy it.

I looked into her eyes, “What’s going on here? Are you ok?”

She smiled, as she leaned against me, “I’m fine, just hold me. I’ll be okay in a few minutes.”

She continued, “My mistresses can be tough on me but they know I love it.” She blushed from her cheeks down to her chest. We quietly talked to each other for a bit. She was really a wonderful woman, giddy, playful, just needed to be kept in line. Which is why she submitted herself to them, they helped her straighten her life out. Now after being with them for a year or so she’s just begun enjoying whom she’s become.

Then something struck me after a bit, I hadn’t seen Vanessa for a while, but that’s a good thing. And I figured if anything she’d get the clue that we were done with this beauty sitting on my lap.