Some just humiliation

Walking over to the duo with time stopped, I saw that the home-wrecking bitch's ass was push further back into the man's crotch, as his pretty good size erection was pitching quite the tent in his khakis. The man's mouth was still sucking the girl's ear, as one of his hands had found it's way up the front of her short skirt. A look of ecstasy was apparent on the girl's face; her eyes were shut and she was biting her lower lip. Her rock hard nipples poked through the tight polo, showing the slut was absent a bra, but what really caught my eye were the small little rings around the middle of her breast.

Getting a giddy sense of excitement, I walked over to the girl and lifted her shirt. My assumption was proved correct, as a nipple ring topped off each one of her tan fake tits. Coming up with my plan of justice, I made my way to the clubhouse to find some supplies.

On my journey up there, I walked past the 18th green were it looked like the interview was just about to start. Clearly the news team was not able to find a replacement camera guy because a black man was lining up the recording device with the pin. Off to his side was a tall attractive blonde who was holding a microphone. She was wearing a tight grey skirt and an orange long sleeve shirt; both showing off her amazing assets. She was whispering into the ear of a handsome older man, probably in his 60's, whose black hair was peppered with a perfect amount of grey. His expensive suit was a dead giveaway that this was the infamous president of the club. What really caught my attention was the president's hand resting on the top of the reporter's ass, as her free hand discreetly grazed his crotch. Laughing and thinking about their upcoming humiliation, I proceeded into the clubhouse.

Thanks to the event, most my supplies were pretty easy to find. I gathered a small poster board that promoted the interview on one side and on the other was a blank white. Next I took a pair of scissors from the receptionist's desk, and proceeded to make two holes in the top of the board about nipple distance apart. Grabbing a marker I began to write, before remembering ink didn't flow with time stopped.

"I guess I'm going to have to write quickly," I said to myself. I started searching high and low for some string, and was about to give up on my plan before I saw a teenage girl listening to her iPod. Quickly deciding her headphones would do, I grabbed them and returned to the home-wrecker and slimeball.

Sitting on the bench, near the couple, I prepared to write as I restarted time. With time restarted, I watch the sorority girl rotate her hips in a circular motion on the guys groin, as his hand moved vigorously under her skirt. Getting grossed out by their PDA, I looked down and started writing:

Home-wrecking whore and cheating husband who deserve to be humiliated and exposed.

When I finished writing I stopped time, and walked over to the two who were in virtually the same position. I relieved the girl of her polo, skirt, and tiny thong, so she was completely naked. Her skin was almost too tan, as her fake tits jutted out from her firm body.

Picking her up, I positioned her so the flag pole was stuck in between her silicon breast. I grabbed the girl's putter and shoved the handle as far up her pussy as possible. She was incredibly loose, as I was able to get the entire rubber grip of the club up her cunt; which was probably a solid ten inches.

Going over to the cheating husband, I picked him up, and placed him right behind his whore. Pulling his khakis and boxers down, I was presented with his rock hard 7 inch member. I looked a the girl's wrinkled brown asshole. To my surprise it looked like the tightest butthole I had seen to date. Not believing it after the looseness of her pussy, I poked my pinky in her ass. This girl was incredibly tight; she must have never taken a big shit let alone had anything stuffed up her unholy hole.

"Guess you're gonna need some lube," I said to the guy, as I rummaged through my bag of goodies. Finding the glue, I coated his dick before slowly slamming his cock to the hilt up her ass.

Grabbing the poster, I returned to the girl, and started threading the iPod headphones in both nipple rings and each hole in the poster board before tying a knot. The sign now hung from her nipples; ending just above her belly button, so her shaven pussy was still visible. The flag pole was trapped between the board and her body.

To make sure they were completely stuck, I put the girl's hands behind her back, and glued them to the cheating husband's balls; while wrapping the guy's arms around the sorority girl's waist, and gluing them as far down on the putter shaft as he could reach. This would prevent him from pulling the putter out, and would only allow him to thrust it further into his mistress's cunt.

I stepped back and was about to restart time, when the glint of the man's wedding ring caught my eye. Getting mad again, I removed the ring and shoved it up the man's ass. Going back to my bench, I looked over the scene and restarted time.

The weight of the poster board caused a good amount of stretch to the girls nipples, as she was the first to react. Her eyes shot open, "Ahhhh what the fuck. Never the ass, I'm not your nasty fucking wife. Get it out!!"

"Ahh Fuck babe, I don't know what happen," the man said, as he looked down stunned. "Jesus Christ Taylor stop squeezing my balls."

"Well then get your dick out of my ass," Taylor screamed. The man tried to pullout, which cause Taylor to step back, and the flag pole to push against the poster board. "Fuck stop you piece of shit, my god damn nipples," Taylor shrieked looking at the stretch of her breast.

"It's fucking stuck," the guy yelled, as he subconsciously tried to move his hands to help. This resulted in another loud scream from Taylor, as the putter was shoved further in her pussy.

The two carefully bent over at the waist trying to get the club out of Taylor's cunt, without causing any extra pain to her nipples or his cock. They managed to get about 5 inches out before the strain became too much, and their bodies shot back to their original position causing the putter to be rammed back up Taylor's pussy.

"Ahhhhhhhh," Taylor let out a moan of pain and pleasure.

Stopping time, I left the home-wrecker and cheating scum in their precarious situation, and walk towards the clubhouse. Right past the 18th green, where the interview was now underway, and directly to the men's locker room. In the bathroom area, I was pleased to see Regina standing with a towel wrapped around her body, as her panties were still around her heels. A teenage boy was in the process of cutting the tape from around her head. Even with the tape obscuring half her face it was clear Regina was in quite some distress. Her teeth were gritted and her blonde hair was now drenched in sweat, but what was most entertaining was her hands grabbing a tiny bulge on the back of her towel. Regina was clearly holding the flowers in her ass to save the last bit of dignity she had left; hoping to reach a toilet in time.

"Not today bitch, live TV is calling your name," I said, as I rubbed my hands together and walked over to the stuck up cunt.