Chattel

Great story, cannot wait for the next piece.

m37s

Thank you, I'm enjoying bringing all of these characters together and you will be seeing a few more in the not too distant future. Also I appreciate the continued reports from your girlfriend.

Stormy

Thanks those are very kind words.

tf2

Thank you, Describing my stories with words like dignity, love and humor make me feel good. That is the feeling I am trying to create.

Cockslut

Thank you, and just because you took the time to leave a kind comment, here is the next piece.

All of you

thank you again for taking the time to tell me you are enjoying my story. It keeps me writing.

GH

Just as Jamal and Maddie were sitting down, April and Sandra came through the bar door together. They both walked straight over to me. April kissed me first. As soon as she passed her mouthful of semen to me Sandra took her place and did the same thing.

After they were done they both gave me the official welcome and joined their husbands. Stevie and Mark both had bar stools and Diet Cokes waiting for their wives.

As soon as his wife was settled Stevie asked, "Did you have a good time?"

Sandra shrugged. "It was okay. The guy's name was Leon. He was single. He tried to get me to go home with him. When I told him that I couldn't because you were my husband and you were waiting for me in the bar he was shocked. Once he got over the surprise he wanted to spend the rest of the evening talking about our relationship."

She shook her head. "If I wanted conversation I would have stayed in the bar with you guys."

"You were out there for a long time. I thought he must be pretty good."

Sandra laughed. "Hell no! I couldn't get him to shut up and fuck. During the whole time we were out there we only did it once. When I was finally able to make him focus enough so I could get him off I had him cum in my mouth so I could send him home. I just wanted to come back inside, give Petey his creamy kiss and sit with you."

She shook her head, "He wanted to talk about that too. Fortunately I had a mouthful of his semen so I had an excuse to leave quickly."

Stevie leaned over and kissed his wife. "I'm sorry you didn't have a better time."

Sandra smiled at him. "It's okay, he was just mildly disappointing. I'm back with you now. Everything is always good when I'm with you."

She giggled. "But I'm not feeling very satisfied. When we get home tonight be prepared to spend a little extra time licking my pussy and my ass."

Stevie looked at all of us and grinned.

We all started laughing. As soon as the laughter subsided Mark looked at his wife. "How was your man?"

April shrugged. "It sounds like I had a much better time than Sandra did. At least my guy liked to fuck more than he liked to talk and that was just fine with me. He got it up three times. He was good, but he's nobody that Roy has to worry about."

I remembered that Roy was April's boyfriend.

April looked at her husband and started to giggle. "He didn't exactly wear me out so when we get home tonight you can also plan on spending a little time with you face buried between my legs."

Mark winked at Stevie. "Being a cuckold husband is a hard life, but somebody has to do it."

April playfully punched her husband's shoulder. "Mind your attitude Pussyboy. You wouldn't want me to forget about taking off your cage so you can masturbate next Sunday night would you?"

Mark looked at his wife. There was an expression of genuine horror in his eyes. It was obvious that he didn't view this as an idle threat. A little thrill rippled through me as I realized that April enjoyed torturing her husband.

Mark bowed his head and submissively said, "I'm sorry Mistress April I didn't mean to offend you. I forgot my place, please forgive me."

April stared at her cringing husband and started to smile. "Get down on your knees Pussyboy. Beg me to forgive you." She was deliberately speaking in a voice that was loud enough so that everyone in the restaurant could hear her."

Mark obediently dropped to his knees. "Mistress April I implore you to be magnanimous and forgive me. I'll do anything to atone for my grievous breach of etiquette."

April turned to Traci. "I don't know, do you think the wimp is serious?"

Traci laughed. "I'm not sure. I think he needs to do something to prove that he really does understand his place. I mean it's just not acceptable for a little pussy like him to tease a beautiful woman like you. You'd almost get the idea that he thought he was a real man."

April looked at everyone and asked, "How should make my little slave atone for his assault on my dignity?"

Maddie laughed. "Make him lick your asshole right here in front of everyone."

I glanced around. The were now a number of men standing at the other end of the bar. They'd just returned from their parties in the parking lot and were having a night cap before they left to go home. All of them were watching April and Mark.

Stevie looked at an older man standing with this group. "Vince are you okay with this?"

I remembered Court telling me that Vince was the name of the owner of Baxter's.

Vince looked around. The only people in the restaurant besides our group were the employees, several women who were sitting together having a take in the dining room and the men in the bar. He must have decided that everyone was part of the sex crowd because he smiled at Stevie and said, "I think the little wimp needs to show all of us that he knows his proper place."

April smiled at her groveling husband, got off of her bar stool and bent over the bar.

Everyone in the restaurant, even the employees and the women who had been sitting in the dining room quickly gathered around us.

Traci got off of her stool, walked over so she was standing next to April and raised her skirt. April wasn't wearing panties. I assumed they were lying on the back seat of her playmates car.

"Tiny crawl over here." Traci's voice had an icy authoritarian tone.

Mark obeyed.

Once he was kneeling behind April Traci said, "Let's show all these people that you understand your proper place in your wife's life. Another man just got done fucking her. How does a little wimp like you demonstrate to his cheating wife that he accepts her infidelity? Be a good little boy Tiny, show us."

The room was absolutely silent. Everyone's attention was focused on April, Traci and Mark.

Mark reached out to spread the cheeks of April's gorgeous ass.

Traci slapped his hands away. "Pussyboy, where are your manners? You need to ask permission first."

Mark took a deep breath and said, "Mistress April, may I please be allowed to kiss and lick your ass."

One of the men in the crowd said, "I've heard they did this stuff, but this is the first time I've actually seen it."

One of the women giggled. "I can't imagine ever getting my husband to do that."

Traci smiled at the crowd and then she looked at Mark. "Tiny, tell everyone why you want to lick your wife's ass."

"To demonstrate my complete obedience to my goddess."

Traci nodded. "Very good pussyboy, you may go ahead."

Mark reverently spread the cheeks of April's ass. Several people gasped when he pressed his lips against his wife's asshole and started kissing and licking her.

One of the men said, “Damn, he's really doing it.”

April let her husband abase himself for about a minute and then she stood up, turned around and lifted Mark to his feet. Everyone in the bar started to clap and cheer as April wrapped her arms around her husband and gave him a long slow passionate kiss.

When they were done she stepped back and smiled at him. "Did you enjoy that as much as I did sweetheart?"

Mark laughed and said, "Yes, that was one of the most exciting things we've ever done."

The crowd clapped and cheered one more time and then everyone slowly drifted back to their original places.

Ricky leaned over. "You have to be a true submissive masochist to really appreciate how exciting it is to be humiliated like that."

I nodded to him. "I think I understand."

Ricky stared at me for a moment and then he said, "Petey, I do believe that you really are one of us."

I think I do too!
Happiness is being cuckolded and kept under lock and key by my beautiful wife.

Another great episode, more, more, more please.

Wonderful, gh! The last segment was awesome! my Mistress has made me kneel and kiss Her feet at various parties and picnics we've had in front of a mixed crowd, most of who have no idea of our relationship, and i can tell you it's extremely embarrassing and delightfully humiliating. my legs quiver, my heart pounds and i can feel my face turning bright red. i desperately want to refuse, but one look at Her face and i realize it would be much worse doing that, so i always obey. And that's tame compared to what Mark had to endure. i can only imagine how humiliating THAT would be. Thanks so much for your great work. priss

Hotwife99'sCuck

So do I.

Thanks for the comment.

Cockslut

I try to write at a steady pace, but sometimes it just doesn't come quickly. The next two sections were very difficult.

Thanks for the support


Priss

Thanks, I was hoping you would like that section. Isn't it interesting that offense can be so exciting for us, especially afterwards.


All three of you thank you again for taking the time to leave a comment. They are appreciated.

GH

"What was all the ruckus about?"

"Yeah it sounded like we missed something out here."

We all turned. Brenda and Julie were returning with Claire. The two Samaritans had performed some amazing magic. Claire once again looked like the prim and proper middle aged woman that Jamal originally took out to the parking lot.

Sandra grinned at them. "April made Tiny get on his knees and lick her asshole right here at the bar."

Maddie laughed. "Everyone in the entire restaurant came over to watch. It was outrageous."

Brenda looked over at Vince. "You allowed that?"

He smiled. "I'm hoping that everyone who saw it is going to come back next Thursday night just to see what you guys are going to do next." He winked at all of us. "Maybe we'll make Thursdays kink night."

"As your attorney I suggest you try to be very subtle about that. You don't want to lose your cuckold water license."

All of us turned. Jamister and Lindsey were standing in the doorway.

Lindsey ran over to me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. While she kissed me pushed her tongue into my mouth and gave me a large taste of Jamister Mathew's semen.

Once she was done kissing me Lindsey put her head on my shoulder and hugged me. "Hi Petey, I missed you."

I laughed. "I'll bet that's not true. I'll wager that Jamister had your full attention while you were in his car."

Lindsey giggled. "Well maybe so, but I'm still glad to see you."

I pulled up a bar stool for Lindsey. As she was sitting down Mike the bartender came over and said, "I've never met you before, I'm Mike."

Lindsey grinned at him. "Hi Mike, I'm Lindsey. I'm with Petey."

Hearing Lindsey say she was with me made my heart flutter.

"The tradition with the women in this group is they join their husbands for a Diet coke when they come back in from the parking lot."

Lindsey grabbed my arm and hugged me. "Petey's not my husband, but he is my boyfriend and I would love to join him for a diet Coke."

"I'll bring it over right away."

I felt someone tap me on my shoulder.

I turned around. Roxanne was standing right behind me. I was so focused on Lindsey that I didn't hear her come in from the parking lot. She grabbed me and kissed me. Court was standing next to her. He was smiling at me.

Roxanne pushed Court's semen into my mouth and stepped back. "Hi Cutie, welcome to our group."

Brenda looked around. "That's everyone now, correct?"

Sandra nodded. "Yes, we're all back inside and all of us have kissed him."

Brenda smiled at me. "Cutie you've completed your initiation and I now proclaim you an official Baxter's cuckold."

Everyone, even Vince and the men at the other end of the bar clapped and cheered. I was beginning to understand that Baxter's was a very friendly bar and restaurant.

Claire looked at Julie. "I don't understand what just happened?"

"Petey and Lindsey are new to our group. Remember how Brenda and I told you that all of our husbands except Jamal are submissive cuckolds?"

"Yes I'm still a little confused by that, but I sort of understand."

"When a new woman joins our group and brings her wimp husband with her we have a little initiation ceremony. When we come back from our parking lot parties each of us brings him a nice present. We call it a creamy kiss."

Claire shook her head. "I still don't understand."

Brenda leaned over and whispered in her ear. Suddenly Claire's mouth fell open and she stared at me. After a moment she said, "He swallows it?"

Brenda nodded her head and said, "Yes he does."

"Oh my"

Court walked over and patted my back. "Have you had fun tonight buddy?"

I smiled at him. "I've had the time of my life. Thanks for letting me come along."

Court grabbed a barstool and slid it in on the other side of Lindsey so she was sitting in between us.

As he was sitting down I called to Mike. "Hey Mike would you get a Diet Coke for my friend."

Mike waved. "Coming right up Petey."

While Mike was getting Court's Diet Coke, Julie turned to Claire. "Honey it was nice to meet you, but I'm going to go sit with my husband now."

Claire nodded. "Thank you Julie. I don't know what I would have done without you and Brenda."

She walked over to Jamal. "Jamal thank you very much. I had the time of my life tonight. I'll never forget you. Maybe sometime...."

"Claire would you like to see Jamal again?" It was Maddie.

"Oh yes please, that is if you don't mind."

Maddie shook her head as she opened her purse. "No honey, I don't mind at all."

She took out a business card and handed it to Claire. "Jamal has a very busy schedule. Here's my telephone number. Call me, we'll put together a little dinner party at the house. You can be Jamal's date. After dinner the two of you can play in the comfort of a bed."

Claire stared at Maddie. "Would you really do that for me?"

"Maddie smiled. "Yes, it will be fun. All of us will be there and we'll all have dates. The cucks will prepare and serve a wonderful dinner for us."

"Oh my you certainly do lead exotic lives." She giggled. "I'll call you next week. I can't wait. This all sounds very exciting."

Claire glanced at her watch. "But now I have to be going. I'm sure Robert is worrying about me."

Claire waved goodbye to everyone and walked out of the restaurant.

After she was gone Maddie turned to Jamal. "I hope it was okay that I did that. I guess I should have talked to you before I said anything."

Jamal laughed. "No it was all right. Claire is a very nice permister; I'd love to see her again."

Julie looked at Jamal. "Was she good?'

"She was very inexperienced. I had to teach her how to suck my cock." Jamal smiled. "But she made up for her lack of experience with enthusiasm."

He thought for a moment and then he said, "She was fun, but I suspect that if she becomes friends with us she's eventually going to end up in the kitchen with the cucks."

Sandra leaned forward. "Are you suggesting she's a slave?"

Jamal nodded. "I'm reamisterably certain she'd like to be one."

Sandra took a deep breath and said, "That's very exciting."

Whoa. A female slave. Didn't see that one coming. Now we really have something to look forward to. You're just full of surprises.

Thanks again for this great story GH.

Well GH, that's a first. In all the stories I've ever read, I've never come across (sorry, it just popped up) a female cuckold. A sub, yes. A cuckold no. I wonder where the idea generated itself for you. I always thought there was a subtle wiring difference on this point, with men being more capable of separating love and action, thus being able to accept cuckolding in a different way than women. This also makes them uncaring cheaters on the other side because they see it as meaning less.

You really have bitten off a whole wedge with this story now haven't you GH. I suspect it may become your life's work. However, in the words of one of your policemen in Hill Street Blues, "Let's be careful out there."

GH.

You continue to surpass yourself. This is truly an excellent story. I love the idea of a female slave being introduced and am looking forward to seeing where you are going with this.

Gentlemen

Your reaction has taken me by surprise. Claire was just meant as a passing character. I may come back to her in the future, we'll see how the story goes.

Part of the enjoyment in writing for me is to try to create colorful characters that my principal characters encounter during the course of the story.

Dallas Long in "Sandra and Stevie" is a good example. Helen Darcy in "April's Story" was intended as a cameo character, but she was so much fun for me that she became a significant character. Actually Julie Gordon was never intended to be a major character, but she became one of my favorite characters of all time.

With Claire I was just trying to create the prim and proper middle aged woman who indulges her secret fantasy, sex with a large athletic black man. Jamal's comment about her becoming a slave was just tossed in to add a little spice to the scene.

I may bring Claire and also Angela the dress shop clerk back into the story at some point or they might surface in future stories. This story has become so large that I can't add too much more or I will be a very old man before I finish it.

Anyway I thank all of you for the comments.

GH

GH, Thank you for reminding us that this is just a story.

An old UK football (soccer) manager was once asked about his subject by a journalist. His reply was the classic : "'Some people believe football is a matter of life and death. I'm very disappointed with that attitude. I can assure you it is much, much more important than that."

I think we may all be getting a bit too protective of your characters here GH. I think it would also spoil it all if we did. You can't hold a rainbow, just enjoy it. Keep painting my friend, and thanks for the reminder.

Peak

Thank you, that may be the highest compliment you could ever pay me.

I always enjoy your insights and criticisms. You always make them in good spirit and they are always interesting. Please do continue.

On the discussion about female cuckolds. I actually think they are much more common than male cuckolds and in fact are so common that we don't even think about them.

When you hear about a bigamist is your first thought that it's a man or a woman.

I think this is an interesting question.

Thanks again

GH

And now how about a little more story

"If you don't mind I'd like to change the subject. I think we should discuss Saturday night." It was April.

Brenda nodded. "That's a good idea." She looked around. "Does everyone have a date? I'm planning to invite Quent. He's the guy I met tonight."

Sandra raised her eyebrows. "Really? He must have been very entertaining."

Brenda grinned. "Oh believe me he was."

Ricky leaned over an whispered into Julie's ear. Julie listened for a moment and then she looked at everyone. "We should invite Lindsey and Court."

The other women all nodded to each other. Brenda smiled and said, "Thank you Jules, that's a very good idea."

She turned to my roommates. "We're having a little get together at Sandra, Roxanne and Julie's house Saturday night. We'd like you to join us if you can."

Lindsey thought for a moment and then she shook her head. "I would love to go to your party, but you didn't invite Petey. I don't want to go without Petey."

Sandra smiled. "Honey Petey is a slave. Slaves are never given permisteral invitations. He's your property, when you're invited you just bring him along."

Lindsey face lit up. "Yes we would love to attend." And then she paused and turned to Court. "That is if it's okay with you. Please could we go? I think these people are so much fun."

Court nodded. "Yes, I would like to go, but I have one problem."

Brenda looked at him. "What is it?"

"I have a girlfriend, her name is Joanne. Her husband is going to be out of town for the next several days. I promised Joanne that we would spend the entire weekend together."

Julie laughed. "I love this guy, he's still in college and he has a married girlfriend."

Brenda winked at Julie. "Honey you're still in college and you have a husband and a married boy friend.”

Julie giggled. “I know, that's why I love him so much. He's just like us.”

Brenda grinned. “I love him too." And then she turned back to Court. "Will she be comfortable with our life style?"

"Oh yes, Joanne's very adventurous."

"Good then bring her along. You would actually be expected to bring a date anyway."

Lindsey looked around. "Do I need to bring a date?"

Everyone quietly nodded.

She looked at Jamister.

He shook his head. "Sorry Lindsey, I'll be there with Sandra."

Lindsey stared at the floor. "I'm sorry, the only boys I know are college students and I think most of them would make fools of themselves at your party." There was a dejected tone to her voice.

Julie reached around me and gently rubbed Lindsey's back. "Honey would you trust us to get you a date?"

Lindsey looked up. There was a huge smile on her face. "Oh yes please, that would be wonderful."

Brenda smiled at her. "Sweetheart, would you like an older man like Jamister."

"Yes, that would be very nice."

"Brenda turned to Sandra. "Will you and Jules make some calls tomorrow."

Sandra nodded. "We would love to." She looked at Lindsey. "Don't worry honey we won't have any trouble finding a very handsome date for you. Guys love our parties and when word gets out that were looking for a date for a twenty-one year old Kelroy student our telephone will start ringing constantly."

Roxanne clapped her hands together. "This is wonderful. We can introduce them to Helen, Jessica, Lorraine and Morris."

Lindsey looked at Roxanne. "Roxie who are they?'

"They're old friends of April. We just met them."

April smiled at Lindsey. "They're very nice people. I'm certain you'll like them."

I looked at everyone. "May I ask why you're calling this party strip club night?"

The entire group froze and stared at me.

There was an uncomfortable silence and then Brenda spoke. There was an icy tone to her voice. "No Cutie you may not ask. We're planning a party. Slaves are not allowed to speak during discussions about social functions. Our social lives are none of your business. When the time comes, we will inform you about your duties."

"I'm sorry I...."

Lindsey poked me and said, "Shhh."

Brenda smiled. "If you wish to ask a question, whisper it to your Mistress. If she considers it to be worthwhile she can ask it for you."

I leaned over and whispered my question to Lindsey. She listened to me and then she turned to Brenda. "It is a good question. Why is this party called strip club night?"

"It's a long story and you will probably hear all of it during dinner Saturday night. Tonight I will just tell you that some of us have recently been fascinated by the idea of strip tease dancing. Our husbands love to pamper us so they've turned the basement recreation room at Sandra, Julie and Roxanne's house into a strip club. Were going to have dinner first and then we'll all move to the club for what we think will be a very hot party."

Lindsey looked at all the other women. "Are all of you going to dance?"

Sandra grinned at her. "Yes and were very excited about it."

"Can I dance?"

Julie nodded. "Yes were all hoping you would."

"Are we going to take off all our clothes?"

Julie laughed. "Yes, our strip club is going to be totally nude."

Lindsey looked at Court and me. "This is going to be fun."

Court smiled at Lindsey. "I agree, this sounds like a party we don't want to miss."

"Were also going to be giving lap dances." It was Roxanne. She giggled, "My lap dances are going to include some serious cock sucking."

Everyone started laughing.

Sandra winked at Roxanne. "I think all of our lap dances might get out of control very quickly."

Brenda smiled at Lindsey. "Lindsey, Saturday afternoon were all planning to go to a little lingerie boutique we know that's run by the friends you're going to meet at the party. They've been spending the past two weeks searching for costumes for Saturday night. We hope that you and Court's friend Joanne can join us there. You'll be able to pick out some clothes to wear Saturday night."

Lindsey sighed. "I would love to, but I'm afraid I can't afford it. I don't have much money to spend for clothing."

"Honey, you don't have to worry about money. We'll pay for everything."

"Are you sure?"

Traci reached around Court and patted Lindsey's thigh. "Sweetheart, money is not an issue for these people."

"If you're sure it's all right, I would love to go shopping with you Saturday afternoon." Suddenly she stopped and looked at me. "Petey will you be okay if I'm gone Saturday afternoon?"

Stevie leaned over and whispered into Sandra's ear. She smiled. "Lindsey it appears that your boy plays golf."

Lindsey nodded. "Yes he does. He loves it, but he never gets to play. He can't afford it, he's just as poor as I am.."

"Well our boys all love to play golf and they have a standing game on Saturday and Sunday mornings. Apparently they've recruited Cutie for their Saturday morning game."

Lindsey turned to me. "Really? You're going to get to play golf Saturday morning?"

I nodded. "If it's okay with you."

"Yes, yes of course it is. I want you to play. This is important to you."

She looked at Court. "Is it alright with you?"

Court smiled at her. "Certainly, we both know how much Petey misses golf."

Bobby whispered to Brenda. Brenda nodded. "Lindsey, were going to keep him all day. When they're done playing golf the boys are going to bring Cutie back to the house with them. He can help with the preparations for the party."

She paused to think for a moment. "Actually we'll pick you up when we go shopping. That way you can come back to the house with us and relax while the slaves are getting everything ready."

"What should Petey and I bring."

Brenda thought for a moment and then she said, "Cutie doesn't need to bring anything. You should bring your makeup kit."

Stevie whispered to Sandra. Sandra smiled and said, "That's a good idea."

She looked at Lindsey. "Cutie should bring an extra set of golf clothes for Sunday morning. The four of you can spend the night with us and Petey can get up Sunday morning and go play golf while we relax in and have breakfast on the patio."

Julie nodded. "The boys always leave us a wonderful breakfast casserole and homemade cinnamon rolls before they leave to play golf."

Lindsy smiled at me. "I assume you'd like to play golf on Sunday morning."

I grinned and said, "Yes please."

She turned to Court. "Would you like to spend the night there and have breakfast in the morning?"

Roxanne giggled. "Court, you're going to be the only man with eight scantily clad sluts. There is a very good chance we'll gang bang you after breakfast."

Julie laughed. "A chance? I would say it's a dead certainty."

Court shook his head. "I don't know how I could possibly pass up an invitation like that one."

April had been leaning on Mark's shoulder. I think she was falling arelax. She sat up and stretched. "If that's settled, I'm getting awfully tired. I think it's time to go home."

Everyone murmured in agreement.

Court and Lindsey both stood up. Lindsey grabbed me and pulled me up. "Come on Cutie, it's time to go home."

As I stood up Court was thanking Brenda for including us in their group this evening.

We all thanked Mike and waved goodbye to Vince.

As we walked to our cars Brenda called to Lindsey, "We'll call you tomorrow to make the final plans for Saturday."

GH - This is such a great read. If you're going to take us into uncharted territory, I'm willing to follow. Lead on!

Thanks Stormy

It's nice, I post to my story and then I read yours for fun.

Life is good!

GH

The three of us walked to Court's Escalade. He unlocked it with the clicker and I held the back door open. Lindsey slid inside.

I expected Court to get in behind her, but he didn't. Instead he said, "Petey you get in back with Lindsey, I'll drive us home."

I smiled at Court and said, "Thank you, I'd like that."

As soon as I slipped in next to Lindsey, Court climbed into the front seat and started the Escalade. As we pulled out of Baxter's he looked in the rear view mirror and said, "Slave boy, it's a long ride back to the apartment. Why don't you help your Mistress pass the time by giving her a little head."

Lindsey took a moment to digest what Court had just suggested and then a mischievous smirk formed on her face. "What a delightful idea."

She pushed me down to the floor of the Escalade and repositioned herself so she was leaning against the rear door with her feet up on the backseat. Lindsey pulled her dress up around her waist and spread her legs.

She stared into my eyes as she reached down and started massaging her clit with her two of her fingers. "Come lick me sissyboy. It's time for you to service the pussy that Mr. Mathews enjoyed so much tonight." She giggled. "And he did enjoy it. Jamister enjoyed my pretty little pussy three times tonight. Now Cutie, it's time for you to get it nice and clean so Court can enjoy it when we get home."

Lindsey put a finger to her cheek and pretended to think. After a moment she said, "I suppose you think you should also get to take a turn fucking my cunt tonight. After all, you are my boyfriend.

She started laughing. "Too bad for you, you're just a little sissyboy. Sissyboys don't get to fuck women. Only real men like Jamister and Court get to fuck women. Pussyboys like you only get to clean up after them."

Lindsey pushed her two fingers into her cunt, pulled them out again and rubbed them against my lips. "Can you taste Jamister's semen? He came inside me two times tonight Cuuuuutieeeee." She used a very demeaning tone as she slowly dragged out the pronunciation of my new name.

In the front seat Court laughed. "Someone's sadistic side has certainly awakened this evening."

Lindsey snickered and said, "Sandra and Julie gave me a crash course in how a little pussyboy like Petey wants to be treated."

"Really? Is that true Petey? Is this how you want us to play the game?"

The answer was of course yes. Under normal circumstances I might have tried to be coy and hide my true feelings, but tonight was different. Tonight I'd just spent several hours with people who openly embraced this life style. Tonight I didn't feel ashamed of my masochistic desires. If men like Stevie and Ricky could admit that they enjoyed being used and humiliated, then so could I.

I stared at Court and said, "This is exactly how I want to play our game."

Court took a moment to consider my response and then he said, "Then that's how we're going to treat you."

Lindsey giggled and said, "Yes we are."

She reached down with both of her hands and pulled the lips of her pussy apart. "This is where Jamister fucked me cuckboy. It felt so good when he pushed that big cock of his into me. Kiss me Cutie, kiss me right where Jamister fucked me with his big hard dick."

I took a deep breath and leaned forward. As soon as my lips made contact with the lips of her pussy Lindsey grabbed the back of my head and powerd my face into her wet cunt."

"That's right cuckboy, do it. Kiss me and lick me. Kiss me and lick me right where my stud lover just finished fucking me."

Both Lindsey and I went wild. She mashed her cunt against my face while I pushed my tongue into her as far as I possibly could.

In the front seat Court said, "Damn you guys are getting me hot. Lindsey, when we get back to the apartment you are going to be doing some serious cock sucking."

Lindsey laughed. "Let's make Cutie lick my asshole while I'm doing it."

I felt the big SUV accelerate as Court pulled us onto the freeway. I kept licking Lindsey's cunt.

Suddenly Court said, "Lindsey baby, make the little wimp strip; make him take off everything but those panties you gave him."

"You heard the man sissyboy. Take your clothes off. Let's see those hot little underpants."

I sat up and started taking off my clothes. I didn't really understand what was happening, but at the moment I was so excited that I would have done anything Court and Lindsey told me to do.

Once I was down to my panties Court said, "Okay sissyboy get busy, start eating Lindsey's cunt again."

I eagerly buried my face between Lindsey's thighs and started licking her. Lindsey cooed when she felt my tongue and then she gently placed her hands around the back of my head and held me while I pleasured her.

All three of us were still very excited, but the intensity of our sex game had eased. Lindsey lay back, closed her eyes and relaxed to the steady rhythm of the tires on the concrete freeway pavement while I sucked and licked her pussy.

Suddenly I felt the Big SUV accelerate. I heard Court honking the horn and then the interior lights went on.

Lindsey clapped her hands together and started giggling. "Oh yes!"

Court laughed and said, "Wave to the man sissyboy."

I sat up and turned around. We were traveling next to a semi truck. The Escalade was a large SUV, but the track cab was still higher. The driver had a perfect line of sight into the well lit back seat of our vehicle.

"Move pussyboy, I want him to be able to see me."

As I obediently slid to the far side of the back seat, Lindsey waved at the trucker with one hand while she frantically masturbated herself with the other.

The semi truck's huge air horn blared and the driver waved back at Lindsey.

Court honked back and stepped on the gas. As the powerful SUV sped away from the truck, he turned off the interior lights. Behind us I heard two more blasts from the air horn. The driver was thanking us for the show.

As soon as we were away from the truck Lindsey started laughing and said, "That was fabulous!" She reached out, grabbed me and pulled me back to her. "Get your tongue back in my cunt sissyboy, that little show got me excited."

I spent the rest of the ride home with my face buried between Lindsey's thighs. By the time we pulled into the parking garage of our high rise apartment building it was after 1:00 AM. It was a week night; people still had to go work in the morning. The parking garage was empty. This was fortunate for me, because Court and Lindsey wouldn't allow me to put my clothes back on. They made me ride the elevator up to our apartment wearing nothing but Lindsey's panties.

Once we got into our apartment I sorted and started the laundry while Lindsey sucked Court's cock in the living room. We were all tired. I only did one load of wash. It was just enough to make sure that all three of us had clean underwear to put on in the morning.

As soon as the clothes were in the washer I joined Court and Lindsey. They made me lick Lindsey's asshole while she sucked Court's cock. Court had already had several orgasms with Roxanne so he was able to relax and enjoy Lindsey's blow job without being concerned about cumming.

As soon as the wash was done I put the clothes in the dryer while Lindsey brought Court to one last orgasm.

When I returned to the living room Lindsey and Court were waiting for me. Lindsey ran over, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. Of course, as she kissed me she passed a tongueful of my roommates semen into my mouth.

We said goodnight to Court and went to bed.

Once we were in our bedroom Lindsey and I cuddled up in bed. As we snuggled together she said, "Cutie you have been a very good boy tonight. Are you ready for your reward?"

I grinned at her. "Yes please, I would like that very much."

Lindsey gave me one of my special blow jobs. It didn't last long. It didn't have to, both of us were tired. We were ready to relax.

As soon as I ejaculated Lindsey kissed me, but she didn't pass me any of my semen. Instead she swallowed it and giggled. "You're cum is my special treat. I'm greedy, I want it all for myself.

I pulled the blankets over us and we cuddled together and fell arelax. It was a wonderful end to a very exciting evening.

This is my last post until after Christmas. Lisa and I are taking a short vacation.

We wish everyone goodwill and peace.

GH and Lisa

Many of you know that when I write I use erotic film stars to help me form mental images of my characters.

My model for Lindsey is Hillary Scott.

Wonderful, gh. i've run out of superlatives for your story, so i'll just say keep up the great work and a Merry Christmas to you and yours. Enjoy the holiday my friend! priss

Another great episode. Cannot wait for more.

Thanks again GH for the wonderful story. I know it must take a lot of time to put it together for us.

Enjoy your Holidays. Merry Christmas to you.

priss, cockslut and trf2

Thank you, I hope all of you had a nice holiday. I was in Tucmister, Arizona. The weather was unseamisterably cold, but it was still nice to get away from the fridgid winter of the upper Mississippi valley.

And I did get to play five rounds of golf.

I got home last night and started writing this morning. I had a number of errands to run so I only got started, but here is the beginning of the next section.

GH

Friday morning I got up at 7:00. I made breakfast while Court and Lindsey were getting dressed. All three of us were out of the apartment by 7:40. Lindsey rode to school with me. Court drove his BMW. Before we left the apartment we agreed to meet in the Grill at 11:00 for lunch.

I was tired. The previous night had worn me out. I was also excited to see Court and Lindsey. I was quite certain that this was going to be the most exciting weekend of my life. My morning classes dragged by. I thought my ten o'clock Environmental Statistics lecture would never end. As soon as the professor dismissed the class I rushed to the Grill.

It was just after 11:00 when I arrived. Court and Lindsey were already there. As soon as she saw me Lindsey jumped up, ran over and threw her arms around my neck.

She hugged me and then she said, "Hi Petey, come and sit down. Court already ordered a cheeseburger and a Diet Coke for you."

My roommate knew me very well. I could easily live on an exclusive diet of cheeseburgers and diet soda.

Once we were seated Lindsey said, "Court called Joanne. She's excited about the plans for the weekend. She's going to pick me up here at 3:00. We're going shopping together. Court gave me some money."

I looked at both of them with a quizzical expression. "What are you planning to buy?"

Lindsey giggled. "That's for for us to know and you to find out."

I turned to Court. He smiled and said, "My lips are sealed."

Our food arrived. Court gave me instructions while we ate . "Petey your job is to prepare dinner and make sure the bar is well stocked for the evening. Joanne is going to spend the weekend with us, so we'll want a good supply of Riesling."

"What's Riesling?" It was Lindsey. She shrugged. "I'm sorry I'm not very sophisticated. Most college guys are strictly into beer."

Court smiled at her. "Riesling is a German white wine. It's slightly sweet and very fruity in flavor. Joanne loves it."

"It sounds good, could I try some tonight?"

"Of course you can." Court turned to me. "Make sure were well stocked."

I nodded. "I'll take care of it. What do you want for dinner?"

Court thought for a moment and then he said, "Joanne loves fish." He looked at Lindsey. "Do you like fish? Petey makes a wonderful grilled tuna steak."

Lindsey shook her head. "I guess I really am not very sophisticated. The only tuna I've ever eaten came from a can." She smiled at both of us. "But I'd love to try it."

Court smiled back at her. "Good, I'm quite certain you'll enjoy it."

He turned back to me. "Petey will you have time to make a ginger sauce? That turns your grilled tuna into a very special dish."

"That shouldn't be a problem. What time do you want me to serve dinner?"

Court considered this. After a moment he said, "Joanne is planning to leave work early today. She wants to go shopping with Lindsey. I expect they'll get to the apartment around 5:00. They're going to want some time to play with you before dinner." He grinned at me. "Buddy you are in for a real treat tonight. Both of the girls are very excited about turning you into their little slave boy."

I looked over at Lindsey. She winked at me.

"So I think you should plan on serving dinner at 8:00. That will give us plenty of time for takes, hors D'oeuvres and predinner sex games."

I didn't exactly know how to respond to all of this so I just bowed politely and said, "Yes sir."

Lindsey giggled and said, "Petey this weekend is going to be so much fun. I can't wait."

Court nodded. "I agree with Lindsey. I suspect this is going to be a weekend that all three of us will remember for a very long time.

goodhusband
Glad you had a good time and that you are back. Cannot wait for what happens to sissyboy Petey next.

5 rounds of golf? I'm extremely jealous. My clubs are sitting here collecting dust right now. Glad you had a good time. Unseamisterably cold weather for Tuscon is what, 70 degrees?

Welcome back GH.

cockslut

Thanks, it's always good to get home.

trf2

It was wonderful, but it really was cold, 40's and 50's fahrenheit. Fortunately I'm used to playing golf in cool weather so it really didn't bother me.

I was posting in larger segments, but I'm having so much fun with this story right now that I'm postng as I go.

GH

My European History class ended at 2:55. Since I didn't have to give Lindsey a ride home I didn't stop in the Grill. Instead I went straight to the grocery store. I selected four fresh tuna steaks, bought some ginger root and picked up a head of lettuce, two tomatoes, an avocado and a bunch of broccoli so I could make a chopped salad.

After I was done at the grocery store I stopped at the cuckold water store. I bought a bottle of gin for Court's martini's and six bottles of Riesling. I also purchased two bottles of chardonnay to serve with dinner.

As soon as I got home I started working on the ginger sauce. Once it was simmering I got everything else organized. I wanted to be able to easily prepare the rest of the dinner while I was grilling the fish.

I had a quick and easy recipe for chocolate Mousse. I knew Joanne loved it so I made four servings. I was just putting them in the refrigerator when I heard the apartment door open.

"Hello, we're home!" It was Lindsey.

"Where's our pussyboy?" That was Joanne.

They were both obviously feeling very silly.

Suddenly Lindsey burst through the kitchen door and threw her arms around my neck. After she kissed me she stepped back and said, "Hi Cutie, did you miss me?"

I laughed. "How could I possibly not miss you?"

She poked me in the stomach. "That was the correct answer cuckboy."

"Hey I want some too." Joanne pushed Lindsey aside and put her arms around my neck. As she was kissing me she reached down, grabbed my crotch and gave my cock and balls a firm squeeze.

While she was squeezing me she said, "Petey, I gather that you and I are going to get to play with each other tonight." She giggled. "I can't wait."

Lindsey ran out of the kitchen. After a moment she reappeared carrying several shopping bags. There was a huge grin on her face as she started chanting, "We went shopping! We went shopping!"

I shook my head and said, "Okay, I'll bite. What did you buy?"

Joanne winked and said, "Secret things."

Lindsey pulled my tee shirt out of my jeans, slipped her hand underneath, reached up and grabbed my nipple. At the same time Joanne pushed her hand down the front of my jeans and squeezed my tiny penis.

As she twisted my nipple Lindsey whispered, "We bought some very naughty toys for our little pussyboy."

Joanne nodded. "Yes, very naughty toys. They're so naughty that pussyboys aren't allowed to see them just yet."

I was getting very excited, in fact I was getting so excited that I started to worry that I might ejaculate. I bit my lower lip, closed my eyes and held my breath.

Lindsey realized what was happening and let go of my nipple. "Joanne, our little boy is getting a bit too excited. I think we need to give him a break so he can regain his composure."

Joanne understood immediately. She let go of my penis and kissed my cheek. "That's okay baby, we have the solution to your problem in one of our bags."

Lindsey grinned. "Yes we certainly do." She looked around the kitchen. "Petey are you almost done in here?"

I nodded, "Yes I just have to wash this bowl."

"We're going into the living room. As soon as you're done bring a glass of wine for each of us and then we want you to take a shower. It's time for you to get ready for the evening."

I bowed. "Yes Mistress Lindsey."

As they left the kitchen Joanne giggled and said, "I'm already loving this."

I washed the bowl, opened a bottle of Riesling and poured a glass for both of the girls. I set the glasses of wine on a tray and carried them into the living room. Lindsey and Joanne were talking.

I discreetly set a glass of wine next to each of them and then I quietly stepped back to leave.

As I was leaving Lindsey said, "Slaveboy bring Mistress Joanne's overnight bag into our bedroom. She'll be relaxing with us this weekend."

I understood immediately. Court always preferred to relax alone. I also wasn't the least bit upset about it. For a scrawny little kid from east Iowa, the idea of relaxing with two beautiful women was an almost unimaginable fantasy.

"Yes Mistress Lindsey, I'll attend to it right away."

As I picked up Joanne's bag Lindsey said, "When you're done taking your shower, report to us in the living room. Do not get dressed. We expect you to be naked when you return. Do you understand slave?"

"Yes Mistress Lindsey, I understand."

As I left the living room I heard Lindsey say, "Riesling is a wonderful wine."

For those of you who are visually oriented, my model for Joanne is erotic film star Danni Woodward