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Black Male Dominant

My name is Jonathan Francisco Petermister and I am a student at Gusto College. It's one of those forgotten schools you never hear about. Life can be so damn boring when a man lacks the proper stimuli. Thankfully, college life was turning out better than I expected. That's because I know how to make the best out of a sad situation. I'm just your average, everyday, cheerfully psychopathic college man. The people of Gusto College had no idea what they were in for. As someone famous once said, finding out was going to be half the fun.

Gusto College is located in rural Maryland. It's a very small school. Only sixteen hundred students. The campus is surrounded by farmland. The nearby town is a farming town and that town itself is surrounded by wilderness. I'm a city slicker but I grew to love the country. The city of Boston could grow tiresome for a young black man like myself. That's why I opted for college way out of town. Gusto College didn't ring a bell besides its peculiar name when I checked it out online. However, they were offering me an academic scholarship, which was more than okay by me. So, I moved there. I left behind my usual digs. I didn't miss Boston. Having a female sociopath as head of household could be taxing. I didn't miss my psychotic aunt Giselle and her foul brats, or her passive-aggressive, closeted husband Leonard. I left Boston and moved to Maryland, intending to never return.

Gusto College presented me with a fresh start. It's a place where nobody knew me. A man with my good looks, great intelligence and charisma could do very well here. Besides, I really needed a new beginning. Gusto College turned out to be a fun place. This small college was where all the town farmers sent their grown brats. A four-year private college with a focus on agriculture, mechanical trades and other things of that nature. The school's only true claim to fame was having one of the best college sports programs in the union. Athleticism was almost considered a religion at Gusto College. The school offered Men's Intercollegiate Archery, Badminton, Baseball, Basketball, Crew, Cross Country, Fencing, Football, Gymnastics, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rugby, Soccer, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling. They also offered Women's Intercollegiate Archery, Badminton, Softball, Basketball, Crew, Cross Country, Fencing, Equestrian, Gymnastics, Ice Hockey, Lacrosse, Rugby, Soccer, Track, Volleyball, Water Polo and Wrestling.

I'm not really into following college sports, except maybe football and wrestling. I did meet some rather sexy jocks, though. First, there was Allen Randall, of the football team. He was a tall, good-looking Irishman with short red hair and pale green eyes. The first time I laid eyes on him, I knew he was feeling me. Even though he was walking around with a lovesick blonde woman who was looking at him adoringly. Yes, the football stud was at least bisexual. That didn't surprise me. I was used to having both men and women checking out my six-foot-three, lean and muscular, 230-pound black athlete's body. I didn't play sports but I worked out all the time. Got to stay in shape, you know? The first time Allen got me alone, he flirted with me heavily. He also introduced me to his girlfriend Beatrice O'Neil, a tall blonde with some major tits and a plump ass. She was checking me out too. I ended up hooking up with both of them.

It happened one night in Allen's dorm, he and his girlfriend Beatrice were takeing. I was hanging out with them. They were pretty cool. Both of them were natives of the town and showed me around. I was treated like the guest of honor. They took me places around town and bought me stuff, and I didn't mind hanging out with them. We crashed at Allen's dorm after a night of dancing and takeing. He put a porno on, to lighten the mood in the room. I watched the screen. It was some video featuring a tall black male bending over some skinny white chicks and stuffing his cock in their big mouths, spread pussies and tight asses. I love watching interracial porno. That stuff is totally hot. I can't get enough of it. So, Allen got all takes and asked me to show him my cock. I unzipped my pants and out came my ten-inch long, uncut black dick with balls the size of apples. Allen's eyes widened. Beatrice looked at me, stunned. Yeah, the bitch was shocked. She looked at Allen and told him that she'd always wanted to try a black man. Allen asked me if that was okay with me. What do you think I said? Beatrice stripped naked, showing me her breasts and ass. They were her best features since her face was rather plain. She knelt before me and began sucking on my dick. Allen unzipped his pants and began stroking his cock as Beatrice sucked my dick and licked my balls. I could tell that this stuff was turning him on. Yeah, I bet he wanted to suck on me. I invited him. Never have I seen a man move so fast. He joined Beatrice in sucking on my ten inches of black man power.

Watching the football stud and his girlfriend sucking on my black dick was a real turn on. I thrust my cock into their mouths. They both sucked me off eagerly. I smiled. When I came, they drank my cum. As I watched them, I realized that they were both a couple of submissive people. I could easily dominate them. And so I did. I told them that I was going to try something new with them. I told Beatrice to suck on Allen's asshole while he sucked my cock. The bisexual football stud was only too happy to get his ass licked. Beatrice licked and fingered her boyfriend's asshole while he sucked me off. When she got done sucking on his ass, I made him get on all fours and shoved my cock up his ass. Allen gasped as I buried my ten-inch cock up his ass. I smiled and thrust into him. Meanwhile, Beatrice watched. I told the lazy bitch to suck on her boyfriend's cock while I fucked him. And so she did. I grabbed my belt and told them I was going to spice things up. I whipped Allen as I fucked him, lashing out across his back with my leathery belt. He yelped as I fucked him. I continued to fuck his ass until I came, sending my hot cum deep inside him. He came not long after, and Beatrice drank his cum too.

I pulled out of him, and made Beatrice suck the cum out of Allen's asshole. Then, I told her that it was her turn. You wouldn't believe how fast she got on all fours and spread her plump butt cheeks wide open. This white chick was especially eager to get some black dick up her ass. I looked at Beatrice's plump ass. The white chick had a nice ass. I couldn't wait to fuck it. I shoved my cock up her ass, and she howled. Laughing, I began drilling my cock into her butt hole like a miner looking for gold. I whipped her as well, striking her back, thighs, rump and even her face with my leather belt. This seemed to turn her on for she begged me for more. I grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back while slamming my cock into her asshole. Beatrice yelped as I shoved my cock deeper than ever before. I could tell she liked it. She liked having rough sex. I explored the depths of her asshole, filling her tight crevice with my cock. Meanwhile, Allen watched. He stroked his cock while Beatrice got fucked by yours truly. I told Beatrice to suck his cock. And she did, eagerly taking Allen's cock into her mouth. I continued to slam my cock into her asshole. With his cock in her mouth, she couldn't howl as I shoved my cock so deep into her ass that I was worried it couldn't get out. I continued to have my way with her ass until I came, filling her tight crevice with my cum. Then, I pulled out.

Beatrice continued to suck on Allen's cock. I told her to let him go, then I invited him to get a piece of her ass. He was quite pleased. He came up behind Beatrice, and slid his cock into her asshole. Allen had a nice, big cock. Nine inches long and quite thick. Let's see if he knows how to work it. Judging by the way he grabbed Beatrice hips and thrust into her asshole, the man had done this before. Beatrice looked at me as Allen shoved his cock into her ass. I smiled and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head while she got fucked. I also fingered her pussy, and asked her how she liked the cock in her ass. She claimed to love it. I told her I'd intensify things soon, and I did. I whipped her back and rump as Allen fucked her in the ass. She howled in pain mixed with sweet pleasure and begged for more. Man, this chick was crazy. I liked that!

I let her have it, whipping her with the belt while Allen fucked her in the ass. I came up behind him and penetrated him again. I fucked his asshole while his cock filled his girlfriend's puckered hole. He howled and so did she. I laughed, it was music to my ears. I came again, then pulled out of him and watched the spectacle. He fucked her like this for a good half hour then he came, sending his hot cum deep into her asshole. I told them to try a sixty nine. Both of them had hot asses filled with cum. Allen's ass was full of my cum and Beatrice's asshole was full of his cum. They agreed. Watching them suck and lick cum out of each other's cum was a major turn on. Especially now that they were doing it sixty nine style. It turned me on so much that I came again, sending my hot cum splattering all over their faces. They laughed and licked my cum off each others faces. I smiled. How sweet.

Yeah, we spent the night together having fun. When the evening concluded, I parted from their company and went back to my dorm. Damn, white folks are crazy. I liked them, though. They're a seriously twisted and delightfully kinky pair. A bisexual football stud and his girlfriend hooking up with the campus sexiest black male. That kind of story could be made into a steamy movie someday. And I was living it. We would hang out and hook up quite a few more times. I had other men and women I hooked up with, but none of them were as fun as Allen and Beatrice. Man, the stuff we do together would make a seamistered pornographer blush. Anyhow, that's just the beginning of this stud's college adventures. Stick around and watch what happens.

Je l'ai bien cherché


Marié depuis de nombreuses années, et malgré une entente sexuelle que je qualifierais de normale, j’ai toujours eu conscience que le sexe entre hommes exerçait une obsession pour moi. Idée que je m’efforçais de rejeter loin de moi, tout ceci étant contraire à la morale que l’on m’a inculqué. Une chose est sure, je suis très sensible analement et ce côté m’a toujours un peu obsédé. Je n’hésite pas à me donner du plaisir par cet orifice dés que je le peux, mais penser à passer à un sexe d’homme m’a toujours fait peur.
J’ai aujourd’hui 52 ans et ce qui m’est arrivé l’été de mes 43 ans a fait basculer ma vie sexuelle. Tout ce qui va suivre est authentique et me laisse un souvenir encore mêlé de la tension et l’excitation qui furent miennes.

Durant cet été comme bien d’autres nous avons loué au bord de l’océan, sur la côte atlantique en Charente-Maritime, les plages mistert bordées de dunes où l’on peut à loisir se rincer l’œil.
Un jour ou femme et enfants avaient décidé de faire quelques courses en ville, j’en ai profité pour aller seul à la plage, mais plus spécialement dans les dunes pour mater quelques femmes nues ou surprendre quelques couples en pleine action. Je savais que le coin était aussi un lieu de rencontre homo et mater deux hommes ensemble n’avais rien pour me gêner.

Mes pas me permirent de surprendre ce jour un couple d’une trentaine qui s’était éloigné de la plage pour se donner un peu de plaisir, madame après avoir bien préparer mister homme de sa bouche, se mis à quatre pattes, et ce dernier n’eut aucun mal à trouver un chemin bien humide. Elle était bien faite, jolis petits seins biens fermes et pointus, des fesses bien rondes et lui arborait une verge très raimisternable, qui avait l’air de bien satisfaire madame vu ses gémissements. L’accélération de mister rythme et mister souffle me précisèrent le moment où il se libéra en elle à grand coup de reins.

Je m’étais bien branlé en les regardant mais je n’avais pas encore joui et décidait donc de continuer à me rincer l’œil.

Bien loin de la plage, au détour d’un bosquet, j’ai surpris deux mecs qui étaient en train de se caresser mutuellement. Pas plus de trente ans, l’un blond assez svelte pratiquement imberbe et l’autre de type méditerranéen, carré et assez velu.
Ils se roulaient une pelle en se caressant le corps, ils étaient tous deux en maillot de bain. Le brun mordillait les tétons de mister complice qui poussait des petits gloussements de satisfaction.

Mon excitation était à mister comble, il fallait que je m’approche pour mieux les voir sans être vu.

Maintenant les maillots de bains tombaient, dévoilant pour le blond une longue verge assez fine, au joli gland décalotté, qui se dressait déjà fièrement. La verge du brun était un monument, épaisse et de bonne taille, un gros gland violacé, deux grosses couilles velues.
Le blond ne tarda pas à s’en saisir pour la caresser et très rapidement la mis au chaud dans sa bouche.

Tout ceci était extraordinaire pour moi, je restais très excité par ce que je voyais, et du coup je me montrais un peu moins discret que je n‘aurais dû. L’un deux m’aperçu et me fis signe de la main de passer mon chemin et de les laisser tranquilles, ce que je fis promptement.

Mais je ne pouvais en rester là, ceux qui ont déjà joué les voyeurs le savent bien, il faut toujours en voir plus.

Toujours est-il que je me suis à nouveau approché discrètement, et je pouvais voir une main brune s’égarer sur les fesses blondes et un doigt fureteur s’insinuer entre elles. C’est le moment que choisit une brindille pour se casser sous mon pied et les alerter de ma présence.
De nouveaux signes d’énervement me firent comprendre de m’éloigner et de les laisser à leurs ébats. C’est ce que je fis mais pour peu de temps, l’envie de revenir discrètement pour les regarder faire étant la plus forte.

Je m’approchais donc à nouveau après avoir fait semblant de m’éloigner, et je ne trouvais que le mec blond, seul et allongé nu sur le sable, je me dressais un peu pour mieux voir, quand une sensation de présence me fit me retourner et je me trouvais nez à nez avec le brun à poil, moi en short de bains.
« Alors on veut se rincer l’œil, et bien tu vas avoir ce que tu veux » me dit-il, et plus grand d’une tête par rapport à moi il me poussa sans ménagement face à mister pote qui se leva alors.
« Tiens voilà notre emmerdeur de voyeur, je pense que puisqu’il veux voir tu peux lui montrer de prêt ce qu’il cherche à voir de loin ».
Le blond était face à moi debout, et arboré un sexe fermement dressé, le brun m’appuya sur les épaules pour me faire mettre à genoux mais je résistais, aussi usa-t-il de plus de fermeté pour m’obliger à plier les genoux et tomber face à la verge de mister copain.

J’étais perdu, je ne maîtrisais plus rien, j’avais voulu jouer mais je n’avais pas les bonnes cartes.

Le sexe s’approcha de ma figure, « alors tu vois mieux là, regardes le bien, il n’attend que ta bouche » dit le brun. Je répondais qu’il n’en était pas question et que je voulais partir, je les laisserai tranquille. Mais une main plus ferme me poussa la tête vers le membre tendu. J’avais le gland rose contre les lèvres, et mister odeur forte diffusée vers mes narines. J’étais à genoux dans le sable, tenu fermement par derrière, une bite dressée devant mes lèvres.

A la fois résigné mais tenté, j’ouvris légèrement la bouche et le blond en profita pour exercer une plus grande pression qui fit rentrer mister gland dans ma bouche puis le reste de mister membre. La sensation de ce membre chaud dans ma bouche, à la fois doux et ferme, m’excitait de plus en plus et mon sexe se trouvait de plus en plus à l’étroit dans mon short.
Les mouvements qu’il donna alors a mister corps faisait aller et venir doucement mais sur toute sa longueur mister sexe dans ma bouche. Pour une première expérience homo, j’étais servi et je trouvais malgré tout la situation très excitante.
« Mais c’est qu’elle aime ça la salope » dit le brun en rigolant, « Si il en veut, il va en avoir », « regarde, ça le fait même triquer » dit-il en baisant mon short qui libéra ma verge. Certes modeste à côté des leurs, sa fermeté montrait que la situation ne me laissait pas de marbre.

Et la main du Brun commença à me branler, pendant que le Blond me remplissait toujours la bouche, et montrait des signes de plaisir à faire aller et venir sa verge bien au fond de ma gorge me donnant parfois un haut le cœur quand il me l’enfonçait trop loin. Le brun me claquai parfois les fesses, puis reprenez la branlette de a queue. A ce rythme là, je n’allais pas tenir longtemps…

J’étais là, à genoux dans le sable avec une belle verge dans la bouche que je m‘efforçais de sucer au mieux malgré mon inexpérience. Je la sentais coulisser et frémir dans ma bouche tandis que l’autre derrière moi continuait à me branler de sa main et se laisser aller parfois à quelques palpations plus appuyées sur mes fesses, voire quelques claques et parfois même aventurait un doigt entre ces dernières.

Je ne savais plus où j’étais, ce que je faisais, j’avais franchi les limites du raimisternable pour un homme marié, mais le désir était là et je sentais que ce dont j’avais rêvé maintes fois se réalisait enfin.

Pourquoi faire machine arrière, la nature m’avait faite ainsi, je devais assumer.
J’étais là, vulnérable, mais pas décidé à quitter les lieux.

C’est alors que derrière moi la présence du brun disparue. Que faisait-il ?
Je le vis farfouiller dans un sac de plage et en sortir un préservatif.

Pourquoi, il n’allait pas en plus de cette première pipe, s’occuper de moi plus profondément.

Mais il fallut me rendre à l’évidence et je compris très vite ce qu’il avait dans la tête (ou ailleurs) quand le bruit de l’étui qu’on déchire me confirma qu’il comptait bien l’utiliser.
Il enfila alors la capote sur sa verge en pleine forme et me regarda avec un regard moqueur en arborant mister sexe fièrement équipé.

Pour ma première, ça risquait d’être la totale, et un moment de lucidité ou de peur me commanda d’arrêter, mais le pouvais-je encore ?
J’arrêtais momentanément la fellation que je pratiquais pour dire quelques mots ;
« Non, s’il vous plait, je ne pense pas être capable d’aller plus loin, je ne l’ai jamais fait ».

Seuls, quelques rires confirmèrent que la partie était perdue d’avance, et le blond me repris la tête avec véhémence afin de continuer mon ouvrage sur sa verge toujours tendue.

A nouveau le brun repris sa position derrière moi et me claqua les fesses avec plus de power que les fois précédentes. Sous cette claque je me crispais et une seconde s’abattit dans la foulée, mais cette fois la main resta en place sur mes fesses, et je sentis alors un doigt fureteur s’insinuer entre mes fesses. Ecartant mes deux lobes, ce doigt commença à me caresser la pastille qui très sensible me produit de nombreux frismisters de plaisir bien que la crainte de la suite ne se soit pas encore dissipée.
Ce doigt inquisiteur chercha doucement mon orifice et malgré moi je me détendis sous mister contact et il m’appuya plus fermement sur l’anneau qui accepta sans peine la première phalange.

Le propriétaire de cet intrusion remua légèrement mister doigt de manière à le faire progresser plus profondément jusqu’à me le mettre en entier. C’était agréable malgré ma gêne d’être là à leur merci, soumis, et je me laissais aller à cette intrusion.

Puis au bout de quelques instants de ce doux traitement le doigt sortit de mon anus et je sentis alors quelque chose couler entre mes fesses jusqu’à ma rondelle qui venait ainsi d’être graisser par de la salive. Je compris que le moment redouté mais dont je rêvais bien souvent ne pouvait qu’arriver sous peu.

J’avais vu sa verge épaisse au gros gland violacé et je savais que le pauvre doigt que j’avais reçu n’était rien à côté de ce qui m’attendait et j’en frémis un peu d’appréhension. Je ne dis rien compte tenu de ma bouche était pleinement occupée par l’autre membre qui donnait des signes d’excitation intense en gonflant de plus en plus et en générant chez mister propriétaire de légers soupirs indicatifs d’une jouissance prochaine.

C’est alors que deux mains fermes me prirent les fesses et les écartèrent de manière à rendre plus accessible encore mon orifice. Quelque chose de tiède et de bonne consistance se posa alors sur mon trou et commença à exercer une pression.
Voilà j’allais y passer, devenir véritablement la femelle d’un mec, et malgré ma crainte j’en éprouvais aussi un certain plaisir.
Ce plaisir s’estompa rapidement quand le gland força mon anneau et commença à m’ouvrir l’anus. La douleur que je ressentis lors de l’entrée de ce gros gland ne peut-être décrite avec précision, une douleur aigüe irradiait mon fondement et je me surpris à libérer quelques larmes liées à la douleur générée par cette effraction.
La progression du membre dans mon trou du cul s’arrêta et celui qui occupait ma bouche s’activait de plus en plus et me prit soudain fermement la tête pour se libérer en longs râles de plaisir, il inonda ma bouche, je sentais très nettement ces spasmes libérateurs m’arroser la gorge. J’avais la bouche pleine du sperme d’un homme, et des hauts le cœur me firent me libérer la bouche de ce sexe pour recracher cette semence qui m’avait inondé.

L’autre excité au plus haut point par ce qui venait d’advenir, repris sa progression dans mon anus, réactivant la déchirure de mes entrailles, me faisant pousser de forts gémissements. Bientôt la toimister de mon bourreau toucha mes fesses et je compris alors que la totalité de sa verge occupé mon cul. J’avais l’anus en feu et me tenant fermement les hanches le brun commença à aller et venir dans mon trou en soupirant de plaisir. Mon anus novice et serré ne pouvait que satisfaire mister gros membre qui y coulissait maintenant suivant un bon rythme.

Je poussais toujours des gémissements à chaque poussée de mister membre, la douleur irradiait toujours mais se faisait moins violente, mon anus devait certainement se détendre et s’habituer à ce visiteur. Ma verge qui avait perdue sa contenance lors de la rentrée du gland dans mon cul, reprenait doucement forme preuve que cela me procurait malgré tout un certain plaisir. Je ne pus m’empêcher alors de porter la main à ma verge et de me branler au rythme des coups de butoir qui remuaient mon corps.

Serrée comme elle l’était dans mon fourreau anal, je sentis sa bite se raidir encore, gonfler encore, et alors que ma verge se libérait de sa semence provoquant des contractions de mon anus, je sentis le membre m’investir à fond et se libérer par poussées successives générant de forts grognements à mister propriétaire.

Satisfait et vidé, il sortit sa queue de mon cul, la capote pleine de sperme témoignant de mister plaisir et me dit que j’avais voulus voir ce qu’était le plaisir entre hommes et qu’ils avaient du réussir à satisfaire ma curiosité et que je pouvais décamper maintenant.

Je réajustais le peu de vêtement que j’avais et quittait les lieux un peu misterné de ce qui venait de m’arriver.
De retour à notre location, ma femme me trouva bizarre, je prétendis un mal de tête certainement du au soleil. Je fis de mon mieux pour que l’on ne s’aperçoive pas à quel point j’avais du mal à rester assis, mon anus me faisant encore sérieusement souffrir et me rappelant sans cesse cette première expérience inoubliable.

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Subliminal Broadcaster 2000


Andrew McGregor possessed few marketable social s*******s. He worked as the head engineer at Belmont Electronics during the week, and spent his lonely weekends toiling his workshop over his various inventions and experiments. Andrew had a tremendous gifts as a scientist. Andrew made plenty of money at his job, but he dreamed that some day one of his inventions would grant him a passage into the privileged life. As far as Andrew saw it, copious amounts of cash were the only way to escape his maddening isolation.

He lived in a quiet neighborhood in a spacious bungalow. His parents were dead and he had no siblings. Andrew didn't really have any friends outside of his work; he hadn't been on a date for over four years. His isolation caused his brain to focus with maddening compulsion on various things. It was how he defined meaning for himself. The most important of these obsessions for Andrew was his beautiful neighbor, Michelle Fowler.

Andrew had kept a covetous eye on Michelle since she and her husband, Nigel, moved in next door to him three years ago. Michelle was tall, about 5'9" with curly dark hair that fell a little past her shoulders. She was in her late twenties but still looked like she could be in college. Her eyes were bright blue and coupled with her dark hair, they gave her a threatening, otherworldly beauty. Andrew drove himself crazy thinking of what she would be like… He took to spying on her whenever he got the opportunity. He could sit in his back yard and hear everything her and her husband were doing.

At night, Andrew could sometimes hear Nigel and Michelle Fowler fucking each other's brains out. Thinking that another man was enjoying her tits, her cunt, her sweet ass filled Andrew with an aching bitterness.

Other nights they would fight and scream horrible things at each other. Sometimes, Andrew fantasized about dueling with Nigel and then taking Michelle back over the hedge and into his bedroom.

Thoughts of Michelle had filled Andrew's head to unhealthy levels. He was not a bad looking guy. He had been a long distance runner in college and still was in great shape. Other women would be available to him if he were interested.

And Andrew knew that he could never have Michelle Fowler. She held no feelings for him except for a mild contempt at his social retardation. Still Andrew couldn't help dream that somehow he would someday coax her into his arms, and somehow convince her to leave her dick-head husband and marry him instead.

He needed to come at the problem from another angle.

Andrew put his mighty scientific brain to work. He went to the AV store and purchased several thousands of dollars worth of materials. He also took some top-secret electronic devices from his work. It several weeks of late nights and long weekends, but he finally got the first prototype ready for a test run.

He called his invention the SB 1000, the "SB" standing for subliminal broadcaster. The SB 1000 could broadcast through any electronic device that produced sound: a stereo, a cell phone, a television set, a clock radio. The operator would record messages that would be broadcast at a frequency just barely beyond human awareness. The messages were too low to hear consciously, but they would assail themselves strongly on the subconscious level. Theoretically, the subject should think that the messages being broadcast by the SB 1000 were his or her own thoughts.

At least that was the way he thought it would work. Andrew didn't have his hopes up; most inventions are duds on the first run.

Andrew decided he needed a subject to test it out on. He wanted to try it on Michelle, of course, but he wanted to make sure he knew if it worked before attempting a trial on her. He studied his neighborhood, looking for the perfect case subject.

Andrew found the perfect permister in Shannon Joyce. Shannon lived three doors down and attended the Junior College in town. There was a rumor in the neighborhood that she worked as a stripper somewhere out on Route 40. Shannon definitely had the body of a stripper, thin with big fake looking tits. She was young, 22 or 23 years old. Her hair was almost completely black and she painted her eyes heavily to give her a sort of Vampirella/Undead look. Her lips were full and her eyes large and almost sad looking.

She was definitely a party girl. There were always friends coming and going from her apartment, and she went out four or five nights a week… Andrew knew that Shannon had a lot of boyfriends and girlfriends and new people were staying the night at her house all the time.

Andrew set up the SB 1000 in the shed in his back yard and aimed it at Shannon's house. He tried to think of what he should put on the message. He needed something that would prove that it worked or not.

"Shannon, you want to bring me over some CD's to listen to tonight." Andrew recorded after a moments thought. Then he loaded the tape and turned on the broadcaster. He set the speed for normal and waited.

Two hours later, Shannon was at his porch, offering him several Love and Rockets CDs. She had never stopped by before, and Andrew could only think of once that they had actually said hello to each other… He accepted the CDs with a promise that he would return them shortly. Shannon stood there looking at him. She had a worried look.

"I know that it's strange that I am over here letting you check out these CDs. But I just kept thinking that I should help you develop your tastes in music. I don't know why I was thinking about it. I thought that I should loan you a couple of my favorites to see if you like them or not. I don't know why I am so worried about it." The poor thing looked terribly confused. "I hope you don't think that I am some sort of psycho or something."

"I would never thing such a thing. You are just being a good neighbor." Andrew said. She smiled and waved as she turned to walk across the lawns to her house.

Andrew decided to raise the stakes and make the next message a little bit more interesting. In this one he told Shannon that she was to come over early tomorrow morning and make him breakfast. He also told Shannon that she thought that he was very handsome. He told her that she liked to think about him touching and kissing her.

He awoke the next morning to find Shannon wearing her nightgown and standing in his kitchen. The smell of bacon and eggs filled the house… Shannon poured him a cup of coffee and served breakfast… Andrew could easily see her large nipples poking through the flimsy material. Shannon saw that he was looking at her and blushed. He could tell that she liked him looking at her body. Andrew couldn't believe how well the SB2000 worked.

After Shannon did the dishes and went home to get dressed and go to school, Andrew recorded a new message to broadcast at her house later that evening.

"Shannon, you are extremely attracted to your neighbor Andrew. He is all that you are looking for in a man, and you know that he can make you feel better than any other man alive… You want to have sex with your neighbor Andrew. You can't wait much longer to have him screw you. He is so smart and everything he says is such a good idea. Shannon, you love to listen to Andrew talk and you love to listen to what he tells you to do. He makes you very horny. You receive deep satisfaction from making Andrew happy."

Andrew loaded the tape and turned the SB 1000 to ¾ power. It was a longer message than the others, and Andrew thought that it might take a bit longer to sink into Shannon. He was right.

Nothing happened for close to 48 hourse and Andrew was starting to think that his luck was turning. Then she knocked on his front door, dressed in a tight velvet dress and fish net stockings. Her long shapely legs met the ground with a vicious pair of stiletto heels. Andrew opened the door.

"Hi Andrew," Shannon said, "I know that I don't really know you that well, and that you aren't really the kind of guy that I go for, but…" She looked down the street for a second. "Do you mind if I come in for a couple minutes?"

Andrew led her into his living room. He offered her a glass of wine and she accepted. When he returned she striped to her panties and bra and was kneeling on the coffee table with her ass in the air... Shannon's eyes were spacey and unfocused. She reared up on her knees and starting messaging her tits.

"Andrew, I think that I would rather you fuck me instead of the glass of wine… I don't know what it is about you, or why I never noticed it before, but I can't stop thinking about you. I dream about you every night."

Andrew unbuttoned his pants and stepped over to Shannon. She eyed his fly hungrily and let her hands wonder down to retrieve his prick and see how hard it was…

Shannon pulled Andrew's member out and softly wrapped her mouth around it, slowly bobbing her head up and down on his shaft. He could feel her take him deep in her throat, and he quickly provided her with a stomach full of cum…

She proved unsatisfied and using her s*******ed mouth brought Andrew's shaft to attention again quickly.

"Now, fuck me," she pleaded, "take that big prick of yours and fuck me real good."

Andrew slowly fed his 8 inches into her quivering pussy and worked up to a frantic pace, pounding her cunt. He arched her back and rose to meet his thrusts, relishing in being conquered. She moaned and cried out in bliss for him to do it harder and harder.

2.

As lovely as Shannon looked as he stood above her and watched as she hungrily worked on his cock, she was not the object of Andrew's desire. He knew that using the broadcaster on the college student sucking his cock was one thing, but if he wanted to do the same to Michelle Fowler, he could not act so off the cuff. A case as delicate as the one before him required a well-thought-out plan.

Andrew went to the bank and withdrew thousands of dollars and then went to the music store and bought a $10,000 public address system. He purchased several extremely powerful yet tiny speakers. He went home and set up in the attic. That night he had Shannon go over to their yard and hide the tiny speakers outside of the Fowler's windows. They were wireless, and once hidden, were impossible to detect.

Andrew had enough power to now broadcast to the entire neighborhood… His initial readings suggested that the Subliminal Broadcaster would be effective up to almost a thousand yards away. He estimated that he would have seventeen total houses under his influence. Of course at the direct center of his subliminal assault on the neighborhood was the Fowler household.

Andrew took an evening to think about what exactly his message would say. He fucked Shannon for a while in front of the fire but then sent her away so he could think about all the elements that it needed to contain. He poured himself a scotch and water and lit a cigarette.

At four-thirty in the morning he went to the attic and recorded his message. It was perfect. He made sure that all of his equipment was functioning properly and then he fed the new message into the system. He imagined the neighborhood waking up to a new way to think about the world tomorrow morning. He fell arelax with a smile on his face, eager for the morning.

He actually woke up in the afternoon. He saw that the NW sun was fading behind the clouds. He called for Shannon, but she was gone. He went upstairs and checked the SB 2000; it had been working for almost 12 hours now. He wondered what effect it was having on the neighbors.

There were several families with good-looking women in them… He thought about the Thompmister with their two college-aged flower. He thought about the girlfriend of the Hodges kid. She was always over at his house and her body was magnificent.

First though, he had to know what was going on over at the Fowlers. They were both home. He could see their cars in the driveway. He dressed in his jeans and t-shirt and walked over to the Fowler's front door. Nigel answered it almost immediately.

"Oh," Nigel said smiling really big when he was that it was Andrew, "look who it is girls, Andrew." Nigel had hated Andrew after catching him staring at his wife one too many times, but there was no trace of contempt now. "We were having a couple of people over, please join us Andrew." Nigel said. "We were about to sit down and eat."

A tall Asian woman whom he had never seen before met him in the foyer and gave him a hug making sure that she pressed her pointy tits against him and sighed in his ear. Her name, she said, was Lamina and she was from Hong Kong originally. Michelle stood behind her and smiled big at Andrew, sticking out her incredible tits.

"Don't be such a whore, Lamina." Michelle teased her friend and took Andrews hand and lead him into the living room… "I am so glad that you came over. We were just talking about you… We never see you, even though we live right next door to each other… Lamina and Candice, my two friends from college, thought that you sounded really nice. We were thinking about giving you a call… See if you wanted to come over or something."

"Thanks, Michelle." Andrew said, "It will be fun to spend some time getting to know you and your friends.

Michelle blushed and leaned forward to kiss Andrew lightly on the mouth. "That is so sweet."

Andrew found that he was blushing too. "Not in front of your husband Michelle."

"Oh, jeez," Nigel said. "I don't mind. He studied his wife and her friend fawning over Andrew. Michelle Fowler had reached to Andrew crotch and started to massage his prick through his jeans. Nigel grinned in a satisfied way. "I'm sure glad that you came over Andrew. I used to think that you were creepy, staring at my wife all the time and always tinkering around in your garage. And it looked like you never had any friends, until that Goth chick from across the street started hanging out with you…"

"Now, I can see that you are all right." Nigel stopped as if he were thinking about something painful, then his brow cleared. "I can tell that you are a good guy. Hell, if you want to have sex with my wife, I wouldn't really care. I can tell that Michelle wants to ride your cock. I can tell when she gets like this. My wife can be a real whore. She needs to get good and fucked by you."

Several Weeks Later.

Andrew McGregor finished off the last of his Starbucks and tossed the cup in the garbage can in front of the Humanities Building on the campus where Lamina worked as an English professor. He trotted up the stairs of the big brick building and in a moment he was walking down the dark third floor hallway that lead to Lamina's office.

It was late in the afternoon and the rooms to either side seemed locked and quiet. He could hear Jazz music coming from down the hallway and he figured that it was coming from Lamina's office. She liked to play her old albums while she was grading papers.

Her door was slightly ajar, but he knocked anyway.

"Come in." She said. Her tone indicating that she was absorbed into whatever she was doing.

"I didn't mean to interrupt anything." Andrew grinned and pushed the office door open.

"Oh Andrew! It's you!" Lamina almost squealed. She jumped up from where she was sitting and bounded into his arms. He met her mouth with his and felt her tongue dart down his throat and her hot Asian body being pressed up against him.

"Hello Lamina."

She pulled away from him and seemed to be overwhelmed for a moment. She looked up at him as if she were a girl in trouble at school. "What are you doing here? You have never come to my work before."

"Just relax." Andrew said and touched her lightly on the cheek. A wave of happiness and contentment washed over the beautiful woman standing in front of him. She looked up at him with complete contentment and adoration. "I came down here because there are a couple of ideas that I have that I would like to go over with you, to see if you can help me out."

"Of course I will help you, Andrew. I would do anything."

"Good to hear, Lamina." Andrew looked around the office. He looked at the titles of the books on the bookshelf and briefly out the window at the green lawns of Reed College moving off in the distance. He looked at the small groups of students making their way across the greens. He eyes lingered on the girls, all so young and trendy in the this upscale art school.. He could feel his heart quicken in his chest.

His Subliminal Broadcaster had been complete for weeks, and he had discovered many ways to administer it's effects... The frequencies he had discovered seemed to speak to the very core of an individual, deeply and permanently changing their attitudes and behavior. Yet, after initial successful trials and the first few days with the SB2000, Andrew moved slowly in bringing more people under his influence. For his future to be successful he needed to plan very carefully. He had acquired 5 subjects so far. Nigel and Michelle Fowler, his neighbors, Candice Cowens and Lamina Hoi, Michelle's college roommates, and his first conquest, Shannon Joyce, a young party-girl that lived down the street.

He had pleasured himself in every conceivable way with the ravishing Michelle Fowler, the inspiration for the creation of the SB2000. Using the SB2000 on her to such an extent that she truly existed only feel his cock inside her. Every fantasy that he had about his beautiful neighbor had come true again and again. He also had played out his pleasures on Candy, the aspiring nun with amazing breasts and the always horny and willing Lamina, all while being bankrolled by Nigel Fowler, Michelle's husband and Andrew's mentally controlled patsy.

Now, though, it was time to widen his scope.

"You teach a women's studies class, don't you Lamina?"

"Yes, yes I do. It is called "Gender Issues and Roles in 20th Century Literature." Lamina explained. "I teach it tomorrow at 11:15 a.m."

"How many students do you have in that class?"

"6. It is a graduate Seminar."

"How many of them are women?"

"All of them." Lamina said. "Most of them are on in their early twenties. About a third of them seem like lesbians, I guess. Several of the girls in that class are quite beautiful."

"Really? That is good to hear." Andrew walked over to the small stereo sitting on the shelf above Lamina's desk. He turned off the jazz CD and opened the cassette door and dropped in a cassette. "I have something for you to listen to Lamina. And then I think we will close your office door and we'll have you give me a little head. What do you think of that for a plan?"

"Mmm. I really like it, but don't you think I could suck your cock first?" Lamina purred.

"I'm sorry my dear. Business before pleasure," Andrew said and pressed play on the stereo.

The next morning, Lamina woke and arrived on campus just as usual. She taught her 8:00 class and went back to her office. After she gathered her papers for her 11:15, she opened her top desk drawer and retrieved the cassette that Andrew had left there yesterday afternoon, after she had sucked his glorious cock to explosion twice, kneeling here on the floor where she now stood. She thought about how good it felt to have his stiff member lodged so deep down her throat that one could hardly think, much less breathe.

She walked into the class a few minutes early and said her hello to the students that were already waiting. She could tell that they were looking at her with a small amount of astonishment this morning. Instead of her normal conservation attire of a sweater and slacks, Lamina decided to wear a tightly fitting green dress and makeup.

"Good morning class. I hope everyone had a good weekend. I have graded the exams from last Thursday, but we will talk about the results later in the class. Right now, I want to try something a little different than my usual lecture. I have brought this recording that I would like to play for everyone for the first fifteen minutes of the class."

"What is it?" Mona asked.

"A recording made by a really close permister to me. I think that you will find it as amazing as I did." Lamina smiled. "So if there are no more questions, let's get started."

She pressed play. In a moment the sounds of the rain forest came over the speakers. "Is it one of those relaxation tapes?" Lorna asked.

"Something like that," Lamina said. "Just try and sit quietly and listen. I think that you will get what it is trying to accomplish rather quickly."

Lamina sat down at the desk and watched as the tape, with the subliminal SB2000 message hidden behind the ambient noises, took it's hold on her women's studies class... Within 5 minutes, some of the students looked up at the cassette player with starry expression, their lovely young mouths agape. Ten minutes in, they were relaxing with their eyes opened, the tape's commands washing over their defenseless consciousnesses like waves over dust..

At 15 minutes, Lamina arose and turned the cassette down.

"Well, it looks like you all have enjoyed this fine recording. I know that you will find it as refreshing as I did when I first heard it. Now, though, it is time to get on with our class." Lamina found that her hands had slide down her body and were trying the elastic around her skirt. She struggled to get them back under control. She was so horny as she looked out over her class of former women-study majors, it took several seconds to collect herself.

"Everyone stand, so I can take attendance." Lamina said, mustering as much authority as her whore throat could muster.

The class all rose and stood next to their tables. The girls were drowsy still and a couple of them seemed as though they were about to fall over.

"Stand up straight. Stick out your tits. Andrew likes that," she told them. "Smile."

The six girls that stood in front of her all snapped to attention. They stuck out their tits and Lamina smiled. She knew that Andrew would be pleased with her class, maybe he would let her suck his pole for doing such a good job.

He was going to love this group of young women.

Celeste Polis was tall with a very scholarly look to her. She wore a black sweater and a long dress. But her pointy glasses couldn't hide the fact that she was built wonderfully with nice plump tits and nicely shaped ass. Lamina walked up to her and traced her pout with the tip of her finger. She would love to see this little geek attached to the end of Andrew's cock.

Next she inspected the two lip-stick lesbians that sat at the front table in the class, Mona Dumchek and Zaya Altura. Lamina seriously disliked these two little rich lesbian bitches, but at the same time couldn't deny that they were super hot. She could imagine their two tiny forms rubbing against each other back at their apartment. She roughly ran her hands over their asses and their breasts, cruelly twisted Mona's nipple until a single tear welled in the corner of the spaced out bitches eye. Her lover only looked straight ahead with a vacant look in her pretty green eyes. "I am going to make sure that Andrew has you two do all sorts of nasty things."

Summer Sandoval was gorgeous and a genuinely nice permister. She had a small smile on her face and her breast wee warm and firm when Lamina squeezed them with her fingers. Lamina reached under her plaid skirt and felt that her little pussy was dripping wet. She kissed the large blonde girl on the mouth and whispered to her that it wouldn't be too much longer.

Elizabeth Valor was on the student council and a top notch student... She had long light brown hair and always had her lipstick and makeup just right. She sighed slightly when Lamina put a couple fingers up her cunt and rubbed her clitoris. Lamina had to remind herself that Andrew had told her not to indulge with the girls very much, but it was so hard to resist Elizabeth now that she was right here and willing. She would make Andrew very happy, Lamina happily predicted.

Maria Phillip was an aspiring writer and was a little bit of the whore already, so Lamina knew that she would make an eager recruit to the new little family that was growing around Andrew. She dressed like a rock star and had long red hair and a stunning body. Lamina had already felt some sort of attraction to this girl even before she meet Andrew that night at the Fowlers. She had a quiet intensity that seemed to make her calm blue eyes emit a air of vulnerability and anger. Her breasts rose and lowered with Maria's deep breaths. Lamina raised a hand but put it back away at her side. Lamina knew she should touch Maria, because she it would too hard for her to stop, and thus displease Andrew..

"Well, the class is all here, excellent. Is everyone clear on what is expected of them?"

They all shock their heads.. Lamina ****** at small card to each of them.

"On this card you will find the address for the gathering tonight. We will start at 7:00 start. Do not arrive late. Does everyone understand?"

"Yes," they said in unimister.

"Good" lamina said as she straightened her blouse and skirt. "You can all sit down now and go back to your regular permisteralities."

She watched as they returned to their seat and now sat at their seats as though nothing had just happened., even though each of them had just taken their first fateful step to a new life.

"Good. Now, lets get back to those test scores..."

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Mind Control of the Master


I am a magictist. I am one of the very best at my job. I help people stop smoking, become more attentive, relax when flying or public speaking. I was the good professional magictist that took the job, and my ability serious and tried to help the individual customer attain the better life that they searched for.

There were many people in my trade that have occasionally used their ability to satisfy their desires. The three main desires were for power, money, and of course sex. Unscrupulous professional magictists made themselves into Master and their hapless customers into obedient slaves.

Richard Mullins was the epitome of this type of magictist. He had accused me of stealing several customers who were under his control. I had rescued these individuals from his perverted clutches only to find out how cruel he had been while they were in his grasp. A beautiful housewife, who wanted to relax before going to the dentist, was in turn powerd to open her mouth and accept his hard tool. She had nightmares about losing control and being his puppet. She turned to me from a simple ad in the yellow pages. I found the deeply hidden trigger phrases that he used to put her into a trance and then subject her to his will. To remedy her particular fear – he would have her obediently suck his dick, or strip down and let him fuck her.

Several other mind control magictists did the same thing with other slaves that they had ensnared along the way. After our monthly meetings, this click would adjourn to a hotel suite and practice putting their pets to use on one another.

I made the mistake of slightly becoming friends with one member and attending one of these hotel fuck fests. Since I was the new guy to their group – several people were a bit cautious around me. A few even tried un-successively to magictize me. I was too good for that, and they didn't stand a chance of putting me under their thumb. So Richard seemed to be one of the leaders of this group, and he told the others to command their pets to strip me naked and hold me down while they take turns taunting and playing with my helpless body. It was awful – their slaves yanked my clothes off --- and then several of them would hold me down on the bed while a few of the dominant females in the group played with my cock and balls. Being afraid – didn't help my manly erection. They did all this while I was fully aware of their presence. Unlike the slaves that they used – I assume those people didn't really know what they were doing at the time. This hurt my pride – but I wouldn't be beaten.

When I was free – they all said it was a game – a joke – nothing more than play. The girl who had taken me to the hotel suite was no where to be found. Missy apparently had gone off to another hotel room with an acquaintance. When she heard what the others had done – she too said she was sorry but dismissed it as a prank that had been done to others before.

I made it a point to be a threat to their way of life. Although Richard had accused me of stealing his customers and changing them from being his pets – I didn't start off getting even.

*******

The sweet housewife was named Sue. She had beautiful body (even though I didn't see it naked) and absolutely perfect face. I could imagine what he would do with this woman – but she told me of the dreams she had. Sue said that she was seeing a magictist (Richard) but felt very uneasy about him. She had found cum stains on her clothes and hair after coming out of session. He had her worshiping his cock. She was convinced it was the only way she would not be afraid of the dentist. She only came to me when she had dreams of being tied up. She would be used by several people including women. She desired to lick pussy but never had a lesbian craving before visiting Richard. She was afraid to confront him; she believed that he was behind all of her new fears and kinky attitudes.

I had her under magicsis and found out that he had a huge cock. It apparently was 9 inches when erect and very potent when it came. His shaved balls were like walnuts in a soft sack. She could describe every inch of his body, and that was quite frightening since she says she has only had sex with her husband of 10 years, and he is no where near that size. She told me how she was starting to get into fights with her husband --- how she told him he wasn't man enough for her anymore when he found her pussy wasn't quite as tight as it used to be. She told me how she spoke these words, but it was like it came from another permister – not herself. It was like she was being powerd to act this way to the only man she had loved. His feelings were getting hurt, and she couldn't quite prove or figure out what was happening to her. She turned to me --- and I in turn made his activities public knowledge. At the next monthly meeting I publicly condemned his activity. Apparently several other 'slaves' who were in the audience heard my words through the fog in their brains and came to me the next few days. It seems that 3 other women and one man were being used as toys for these magictists pleasure. Their bank accounts were being robbed – they were being instructed to get cash from the self service machine and bring it to their Masters and Mistresses.

These people were used for sex --- not just pretty ones --- but the guy who came to me reportedly found it necessary to give gay men blow jobs outside a porno shop. Yet he swears he had no inclination to being gay prior to going to a magictist to quit smoking. He remembers being a little rude when he heard the price per hour – but then he doesn't smoke anymore – but the craving for cigarettes has been replaced by a craving to suck cocks. I could surmise that Richard had some 'fun' with this guy for being rude to him.

Being a wonderful and powerful magictist – I stole these hapless people away from the torment that they were subjected. I even made it so that no one (other than me) could ever put them into a trance and get them to do anything that they didn't want to do.

*****

The following monthly meeting Richard and Ann (one of the more dominant women of the group) pushed me into a corner and threatened me.

"I don't appreciate your meddling in our affairs!" Richard hissed at me under his breath.

"Those are people --- not your private play things. You want to be a stage magictist and get people in the audience to bark like a dog or strip out of their clothes 'cause they think its so hot --- FINE. But playing with their minds against their will - is not professional. It SUCKS!" I shot back at him.

"We'll just see who sucks!" threatened Ann "If I get my hands on you – I will turn you into a sissy little girl who loves to suck big cocks." She cupped Richard's crotch.

My eyes followed her grasp – and I couldn't help but notice that maybe Sue's description of Richard's private parts was accurate, but I couldn't let my mind wander with these two piranhas nearby. So I snapped back my own reply "If you two are so good at magictism – why on earth can't you get Sue, Linda, Tommy and the others back in your clutches?" Then quick as a wink, I used an analogy from part of the movie 'The Wizard of Oz' "You're powers are of no use here --- be gone before someone drops a house on you!"

My wit didn't impress her – and Ann again commented "You might be a genius at getting the trigger phrases in their minds fixed, but you have fucked with the wrong group here – don't be surprised if sometime soon you find yourself in the humiliating position of begging to be Richard's or my slut"

I shoved past them and spent the rest of the meeting with a full table of more pleasant mind control experts.

************ MEETING BECKY

No one contacted me about Richard, Ann or the others that next month – and I thought about not attending the September meeting, but I didn't want to ever let on that I was the slightest bit intimidated by them. I knew I could not stop all of their mindless slaves from attacking me again – but that was too obvious. I would think that they would be more devious in nature. Never the less I attended the meeting.

I am so glad I did.

Missy introduced me to the most fabulous woman I have ever seen. Becky was 5' 8" tall about 135 pounds, with a very healthy set of knockers. She was a playboy pin up dream girl. Her soft red curls flowed to the middle of her shoulder blades. Her bright green eyes could capture anyone – and these had my heart written all over them. With her fair skin and few freckles she was a dream come true. Sexy to T. I found out later that some body parts (such as DD breasts) and the flat tummy (liposuction) were purchased beauty parts. But she was fantastic. We talked for hours, yet it seemed like just minutes. She was a psychology major in college and learning the art of magicsis. I agreed to help teach her. I would have been a tight rope walker if she told me she wanted to be in the circus. I was so taken by her beauty and intelligence I would have done anything to be with this superb woman.

Near the end of the night Becky was away at the restroom, Missy came up to me and asked "Well – what do you think of her?"

"Ever believed in love at first sight?" I replied with a huge grin across my face.

"She is special – so I brought her especially to you – for instructions. Don't disappoint me. You make sure you teach her everything!" Missy smiled at me.

"It will be my pleasure!" I replied in a graceful manor.

"No silly, the pleasure should be hers. I don't bring my friends around to meet just anyone --- I want you to promise me that you will do everything to please her." Missy winked at me.

With no hesitation I replied "Don't worry – I will do everything in my power to please her."

Having quietly snuck up behind me, Richard and Ann had overheard my comment to Missy about Becky. Richard sarcastically remarked "So Tony here is going to please that cute redhead, huh? I doubt it – She is way out of his league."

"Mind your own business Dick!" I snapped back.

"I wasn't talking to Sissy Slut – I was talking to Missy about Sissy Slut." Richard smarted off by referring to me as Sissy Slut.

"What name are you calling me?" I wanted to fight back. I wanted to punch out this asshole for calling me silly names. But Richard is muscular. At only 6' tall, he's 185 pounds but most of it looks like muscle. He has a goatee and a bald head and his facial features are very masculine. While I am two inches taller and at least 15 pounds more than him most of my strength is in my legs not my arms. I do a lot of bicycling, thus built up my legs pretty good – but I have scrawny arms. Punching him would be futile.

"Sissy Slut! You're a sissy who will wear women underwear & clothes. An inferior wimp who will prostrate himself at a superior man or woman's feet and beg to suck them off. I can feel my cock twitch at the erotic thought of seeing you naked – begging for my masterful cock. You are a slut --- one who doesn't deserve a fine woman like the one who was just with you. When you become MY SLUT – I will insist that that you be gagged and tied up. As my slut --- the moment I remove your gag – I want to hear your begging to please me or any of my friends. And trust me – You will BEG. I will reward your proper obedience by letting you kiss and lick my ass. Or maybe lick my balls. Then I will shoot my heavy load all over you pathetic face, and you know what you will do next --- you will wipe it off with your hands and suck it into your mouth." Richard smirked at the picture he just painted.

"You're sick --- you know that!" I half heartedly responded.

"I may be sick – but I see you don't argue with the truth. You really would like to be a Sissy Slut. You would get so hard by being my newest Pet. You think about that --- You can just wonder how it would feel to have my hard cock sliding in and out of that pretty little mouth of yours." Richard continued taunting me.

I was speechless. I was certainly not going to dignify that last remark with an answer. But my lack of a crude and fighting come-back made me look just a bit inferior to him. In the world of magictism I was his better. In the world of aggressive and dominant men – I wasn't quite in the same ballpark. I had been raised as a gentleman – not a fighter with my fists or words. Oh, I could be sarcastic whenever I wanted – but how should I respond when a guy says I am a sissy slut who should be on my knees paying homage to him as Master.

His smirk became a huge smile. "I got you pegged, don't I slut? You hide behind that façade of dignity when really you would be better off craving my dick, or a recently fucked pussy to suck on."

"Fuck off!" was the only come back I could think of.

"You wish – Slut. You wish I would let you be my Sissy Slut. Then I could fuck you when ever you're good and whip your ass whenever you are bad." Richard continued.

Ann and Missy were silently watching this war of words --- it was no surprise who was winning. Richard was a pro at making people question their self worth. Adding the whip my ass when I am bad remark brought them both to smirk and "Whooo Hoo" cat call.

Missy took my side for a moment just as Becky returned from the restroom, "Richard, I know you would love to fuck me sometime --- I will let you fuck me – as soon as my man Tony here – kneels on the ground – naked – spreads his legs – and looks up at your very huge dick and BEGS to suck you off. When he swallows your load and says 'Thank you Master Dick, you are so much more of a man than I could ever hope to be' --- that is the day I will let you put that huge sausage into my lovely but too tight twat!" She gripped his crotch. Then winked at me --- "I know that you would refuse to accept this cock as it fucks your sweet little mouth. Wouldn't you?"

I looked over at Becky who was wondering just what in the world the four of us were talking about and said "You're lovely twat as you so elegantly put it - is perfectly safe from his deformed useless manhood 'cause I am not ever going to do that." I tried to laugh and joke about the conversation.

Missy corrected me "Oh, you might call his manhood that's 9 or 10 inches long and thick as my wrist deformed. But I wouldn't call it useless!" Then grabbing Richard's wrist dragged him away from us saying "C'mon big boy! We have a party to attend at the Suite you rented."

"See ya' later Sissy Slut!" Richard called out toward me as he was led away from Becky and me. Ann who had remained quiet the whole time – soaked in my offense then followed Richard and Missy toward the exit.

Becky – who had not heard all the conversation – raised her eyebrows "Nine or Ten inches and thick as her wrist – Wow that would be something to see."

I cringed.

"Why did he call you a Sissy Slut? And why did Missy say she will let him fuck her as soon as she sees you on your knees swallowing his load? Are you gay?" Becky quizzically asked.

"He is just a Rude, Crude, and Socially Unacceptable permister." I answered her.

"So, are you a Sissy Slut? Do you want to suck his cock more than make love to me?" Becky asked with such innocent eyes.

"No!" I vehemently disagreed. "I am not a sissy slut, and I don't ever want some guys limp cock."

"Prove it to me!" Becky laughed "Let's go back to your place!"

******

For the next 2 hours we made love – sexual pleasures that I had only dreamed of. She was fabulous, and I wasn't too bad myself.

Becky's kisses were passionate. Her movements only increased my desire to fuck her. Everything we did that night was perfect. I stayed hard inside her even after ejaculation. I fucked her again and again. I nibred on her breasts, her neck and eventually worked my way down to her well fucked pussy.

"Lick me" Becky persuaded me as she pushed my face into her sopping wet pussy.

"I want to – but I would rather do it before I cum instead of after." I meekly complained.

"Nonsense silly, I don't relax with just anyone. You came inside me – if you ever want to fuck me again you will go down there – and clean me out. When you bring me to a couple of orgasms – then you can stop licking me." Becky told me.

She wasn't being dominant – or overly aggressive, but she was being powerful in a very sexy way. She brought out the slut in me. I asked "You can't be serious?"

Becky got a cold look on her face and sighing "Damn. I thought you would be the one to earn my love. Guess I was wrong." She started to get up off the bed.

"No – No please don't leave. I just wasn't sure I wanted to do that right now --- but its' Okay. I will please you." I pleaded.

Becky teased a bit with her body by thrusting out her nice breasts and pouted her lip "You sure you want to do this for me?"

"Yes" – I took a deep breath and buried myself between her legs and lapped at her soaking wet pussy.

She held my head so I could not back away. It was quite a turn on after all – once I got over the initial gross feeling in my stomach. I was licking her wet pussy, knowing I had fucked it at least 3 times – dumping my load deep within her walls. It was then that the sick thought came to mind.

What if I were sucking a used pussy? What if some other guy had dumped his load of thick white sperm, and I was made to lick it out? How would I feel? Then I put a name to my day dream – what if it were Richard who had fucked her instead of me? I literally started to fetish and gag at the thought.

At the same time as I was serving her Becky was divulging to me her enjoyment "You are doing a wonderful job --- that feels so nice, I can't believe how much I enjoy not having to run off the toilet – with sperm running down my leg. Laying back and having someone like you --- oh, what did that guy call you? Pussy slut – no Sissy Slut! He called you a sissy slut --- wow – this is what sissy little boys do for their women. Lick all the cum from their well fucked pussy." Becky teased as she held my head firmly against her wet pussy and damp thighs. "Don't fetish on my hair – maybe I should trim it a little closer tomorrow – I just never knew how good it would be to have a guy like you licking and sucking me this way."

I am really not sure who thought of Richard first --- me or her mentioning his new nick-name for me. But that thought stuck in my brain for the rest of the night.

I was worn out and tired but Becky was anxious to learn some more (she knew a little) about magictism. So I explained a few things to her. "First you must win the permister's trust – even just a little can go a long way. The more they trust in you – the easier time you will have getting to the deep subconscious mind. Second it is imperative to have them a little tired --- it is not a joke when you see that most magictists want their patient to be relaxed and in a relaxy mode. This is when you can bypass their barriers and get to the heart of the matter – their will to change or obey." I covered my mouth and yawned.

"You seem to be tired – should we try some magictism on you?" Becky smiled at me.

"Well, you can try – but I am a Master – so I know all the tricks. It would be difficult for you to get into my subconscious." I warned her.

"Oh, I like a challenge." She positively glowed.

Then she looked at me as if to say – where do I begin? I told her "Use a passive voice to get into their brain. There is less resistance that way. Once you have your subject slightly under your control – this is the most difficult part, getting them to accept your command. Each time they go under magicsis after that – it gets easier and easier. They become more comfortable and you can introduce trigger phrases that will bring them back to the relaxy comfort of their happy or quiet place, or maybe introduce trigger phrases that can work a certain function. For instance if someone wanted to quit smoking – you could install a fear of cigarettes – but that would not be wise – they might go nuts every time they see a cigarette in someone else's hand. But a better way – would be to discover while under magicsis what they themselves are afraid of. What are their likes and dislikes. If someone hates the smell and taste of burned popcorn, you might say that every time they smoke a cigarette it smells and tastes like burned popcorn. Pretty soon, your customer won't like to smoke any more."

"This is wonderful – You are wonderful Tony. I would love to learn more – but it is late, I am not really tired, but if I stay up much longer – and miss my beauty relax I will be worthless and ugly tomorrow – so I should get to bed." Becky told me as she started to get dressed.

"Why don't you spend the night here?" I asked. "It is already 2:15 in the morning. I will fix you some breakfast tomorrow." Then looking at her fabulous body I told her "Besides, there is no way you could ever look ugly."

Becky smiled "Okay, but you won't think I am slut? We can't both be one!" teasingly reminded me of Richard's comment.

"Sure you can stay --- Sleep with me tonight."

She agreed. I lay nuzzling in this woman's fine breasts while she practiced her magicsis on me. I laughed a little at her attempt to put me into a deep relax --- but time was taking its toll and I really began to get tired. I could hear her drone on with the constant phrases that would ultimately get under my subconscious.

"You feel Sleepy. You want to rest – and go into a deep relax. You can feel my stiff nipples against your face. As you grow more tired you want to fine my nipples and suck on them. This feels so good. You like it when I stroke your dick. You want to make it hard for me. Yes, that is a good boy. You want to be hard for your Mistress. Your Hypnotic Mistress. You are getting more and more relaxy. Your eyes can barely stay awake, so relax and let yourself slip into a world where you can be safe and happy. This world is all about pleasure, you always want to please the one who is in charge."

On and on she continued, and never really shut up. I had to laugh every so often when she would put one of those 'Obey Me – I am your Mistress' kind of comments in her speech. But eventually I did fall into a deep relax. That is when I became susceptible to her commands.

You want to obey me. Obey your Mistress. Serve your Mistress. You love to please me. My pleasure is paramount. Whenever anyone says 'it is hot as summer in the tropics' – you will get very warm. You will be so warm that you will feel like taking some of your clothes off. As you remove your clothes it gets hotter, and you feel yourself getting hard for me. The sweat perspires off your forehead, and you desire sex. You will strip the rest of the way and kneel down on the ground before your commander – you will await the next order. I want a trigger phrase to get you into this relaxed and obedient state. How about Sissy Slut? Yes --- Sissy Slut will be your trigger phrase. When ever you hear me call you Sissy Slut – you will be ready and willing to accept my command.

You want to obey me. Obey your Mistress. Serve Your Mistress. You love to please me. My pleasure is paramount. …

Over and over I heard this in my brain until at last I heard "you will want to relax with me often. You will desire to hear my voice give you commands and make your body respond. When I am not here relaxing beside you, a desire to obey me and call to get my commands will keep you awake until you obey. Remember you want to obey me."

I had a dream that first night --- I was being called SISSY SLUT. The voice was no longer the sweet teasing one of Becky. No, she was doing it out of fun. This voice was Richard's. Again and again – his voice was calling in my mind 'sissy slut'. He had contempt for my body. He was rude and wanted my new girlfriend. He wanted to steal Becky away from me. He wanted to prove I was a sissy slut.

The next morning I woke up with my face nestled gently against her DD breasts. I kissed them and licked them until their nipples popped out and stood at attention.

Becky woke up "My, you like my breasts – just like I magictized you last night – I love being woken up with your mouth on them – or on my pussy."

"You think what you did to me last night was magictic and that I am now under your spell." I laughed "I don't think so! I am not able to be magictized. Not by people who are already good at it – so I don't think I will be by you."

"I told you last night that obeying me would get you rewarded. Go fix me breakfast and bring it to me in this bed like you promised and I will reward you by spreading open my legs and letting you lick me to orgasm" Becky teased me with her fabulous body.

I obeyed – and brought us both some food, she took the tray and said "I told you to bring me food – your breakfast is between my legs!"

I grinned and scooted between her tan thighs and dipped my head to her pussy and started lapping until it got wet all on its own. Occasionally I would glance above her flat stomach and past her full breasts to see the smile on her face as she obviously enjoyed my work. She took a banana off the tray sitting beside her – and told me to keep licking but to look up and watch her. She proceeded to peel the banana then slide it (without it breaking apart) in and out of her mouth – showing me just how far she could throat the fruit. I was impressed and wanted to lick her even more. I brought her to a couple of orgasms.

She cleaned up and left – leaving me to wonder if we would see each other again soon.

******* MORE HYPNOSIS

I didn't wait too long – she showed up unannounced at my door just before my 11pm bedtime that next day.

I was full of joy – talking a mile a minute asking her where I could get in touch with her and telling her that I didn't like her leaving without me knowing if I would see her again.

Smiling deeply she told me "Missy told me that you were the best magictist in the area. I want to learn from the best. Do you like making love to me?"

"OF COURSE!" I plainly admitted.

"Tell me truthfully – are you so wired up because you miss me and wanted desperately to see me and perhaps fuck me again – or is there another reamister?" Becky asked.

"Well, yes – I want to see you – I of course want to make love to you again and again." I added "You are the best I have ever been with."

"That is what I wanted – no NEEDED to hear from you. You like making 'love' to me, and you think I am the best you ever had. So now we have something to trade – you teach me more and more about magicsis and I will be teaching you about sex." Becky pointed her finger at me as if she knew what my answer would be.

Being a typical man I stated firmly "I know how to make love already – I showed you that last night."

She walked past me as if ignoring that last comment. "Last night was a starting point. You got to see that I don't know how to magictize you or anyone else, and I got to see that what you call making love equally has a lot to be desired."

That hurt my pride. As I stood there speechless and pouting she continued by explaining more of what she meant. "Yes – like all men, you know where to put your dick. You know that groping my breasts and kissing the nipples is exciting too. I will credit you at being a good kisser – you have soft sweet lips and gentle touch. Your licking and sucking has a lot more to be desired. You dick is pretty thick and at about seven inches is good enough – and staying hard inside of me after you came that first time is good too. But coming that first time in --- what was it ---- 2 ½ minutes is not what I call pleasing me. Still – I did tremendously enjoy when you sucked your sperm from my pussy. This tells me that you are capable of learning more. That was your FIRST TIME to suck out a used pussy wasn't it?"

"Yes" I answered.

"Don't look so upset. Just moments ago you were thrilled to see me. I know how to pleasure you – beyond your wildest dreams. I know what men like. I know what can keep a guy hard for hours even days – so that when he does shoot his load – it is the best feeling in the world." Then running her hand softly down the front of her body accentuating her curves "So – do you want this?"

I was hooked. She was all I could think of all day. I was miserable not knowing how to get in touch with her. I had to have more of what she could give. So naturally I said "YES – it's a deal. I teach you some things about magicsis and you teach me to be better at sex." But my natural urge to know more – had to ask this stupid question "You will show me more about sex and thus we will fuck all the time, but you don't want me because you're in love with me and want to be my boyfriend?"

"I might like you later – once I have taught you things that please me. But for now, let's keep it on a semi-professional level. We trade what you are good at – for what I am good at." Becky explained.

It didn't really answer my question – but I was sure that sex (of any kind) with her, was better than no sex at all. When I tried to steer the questions toward her male likes and dislikes – she turned the conversation toward magictism. So for the next 2 hours I told her more and more about the subject.

Monday being a workday for me – it was now 3am when I was finally hitting the sack. She joined me – but she wasn't the least bit tired. She wanted to pick my brain a little more. I said that I wanted some sex – and she said I had earned it but that it would be better if I got some relax and we fucked when I had my morning 'woody'.

Just like the night we met, I ended up nestled in her breasts while she stroked my temples and continued to talk. I am your Mistress. Obey me. You want to please me. On and on she went until I fell arelax.

My dream was different that night. I could hear someone else talking to her and her back to them. Was there more than one permister in the room? At her urging I had put on a blindfold so I could close my eyes (dark) and she could still have the reading light on to go over her magicsis notes. I wanted to be startled and wake up but somewhere far away I could hear her say "Relax – you need to please me. Please me now by being good and resting your head against my beautiful breasts. You like that don't you Sissy Slut?" I mumred yes then drifted back into my dream. "I could hear her say – let me see it. Yes it is much bigger than I have had in a long time – he's Okay but comes too quick. I like your big mushroom head. Of course I can take it all – then I distinctly remember her saying don't be alarmed – my voice will get deeper – this is Okay. You want to obey my deep voice – and bring whatever pleasure it may require from you. Moments later, the voice sounded like Richard's again. --- Why HIS Voice? Why should he haunt my wonderful dream? He was telling me to remain in my deep relax – I wanted to obey his voice just like I was obeying the higher voice. I'm going to remove the covers and you are going to begin getting very cold. Feel the cold air hitting your body – cold wet air --- like you just jumped into a freezing cold shower. You know what happens when you are cold. I try to answer 'goose bumps' in my dreamy state. The voice says – you cock get really small – you feel how small it is? It is totally insignificant.

When ever you hear "It is freezing in the Antarctic circle" you will immediately feel this way. Cold, small and insignificant.

You wish you had a big cock. A nice big thick cock. You crave it – how does a Sissy Slut crave a cock? See how small your cock is? It is so small because you are so very cold. You can't warm up – it gets really small- reduced down to maybe only an inch or two. You can make it bigger by thinking of something sexy. Think of how sexy it would be to suck a cock I have for you. A big thick cock. You crave to suck a big thick hot cock. You feel the heat just inches from your mouth. It is the heat that warms your body back up. Open your mouth and beg for the heat in my hot cock. I shake my head no --- I don't want a cock in my mouth. No – please - - don't make me freeze this way –

I hear Richards voice command – Sissy Slut – feel your cock – put your right hand on your tiny little frozen cock. I do – thinking it will warm me up

Now reach out with your left hand – hold it out so I can give you something. In a fog, I obey. Something slightly hard – wet – and very warm is placed in my hand. Slide your left hand up and down the object in your hand. You can feel the heat. It is hot – yours is tiny and cold isn't it? You feel the difference? In the fog of my relax I nod my head – the object in my hand is thick – I can get my hand around it – but it feels sort of soft too. It is hot. My skin is so cold – this object in my hand is hot. I hear Richard saying something about what I have in my hand --- the thing I am stroking – I hear him say that it is his COCK. Oh no – I am holding some guys cock. I try to pull my hand away – but he tells me to hold onto it. "Sissy Slut – you must hold my cock." It is true – my tiny dick is an inch at best. This log in my hand had to be much bigger than mine – maybe 12 or 13 inches.

Now that you have held my cock --- I want you to dream about it --- Sissy Slut. When you wake – you will only remember your slight craving for big things that remind you of a cock like a Cucumber, or Dildo and what you would do with one if you really had one.

True to my dream, when I woke up I had an impression etched on my mind of a guy with a cocky attitude and a hung like a horse. This frightened me. I was the master magictist, I can't be having dreams like someone was playing with MY MIND could I? Before Becky left in the morning I asked her a few probing questions to clear up the matter in my brain.

"Becky, I need to know something about last night. Was there someone else in my bedroom?" Attempting to sound innocent I asked her.

"Yes there was!" Becky smiled at me.

Suddenly I didn't need to sound like I was asking an innocent question. "I knew it – what did you let that macho asshole into my bedroom for?"

"Which Macho Asshole are you talking about?" Becky asked

"You know which one – I could hear him last night – and I, I um, held his --- he was here." I couldn't say exactly what I had dreamed of.

"You asked if someone else was in the room with you last night and I said yes – but it was me. And I don't believe I qualify as a macho asshole." Becky curtly stated

I just couldn't ask anything else – for fear that I was totally mistaken.

Becky was a little bit upset that I was ranting and raving about someone else where there wasn't anyone else there, or so she said. That next day when Becky visited me – we discussed more along the lines of trigger phrases, and how or when to use them. I explained that the trigger phrase must be something that the permister is able to do. It could be used to quickly bring the subject back into line or under magicsis without going through the whole – you feel relaxy routine.

That night she again slept with me and this time I tried to stay awake for a longer period of time – but it was no use. Becky was holding my head in her lap and stroking my forehead and talking gently into my ear telling me the same things she had been saying before. "You need to obey my voice. You wish to please me and my voice in every command I may give. Only this time she wanted to try out a few trigger phrases. Once I was deep in relax she told me some trigger phrases she wanted me to obey. The first I remember is "Sissy Slut Freeze" where I was held still and could not move a muscle. The other was "Sissy Slut Kneel" Where I got out of bed and dropped to my knees before her. She patted me on my head – At least I think it was her patting on my head. The voice again sounded like someone else's. This time it sort of sounded like Ann's voice. I knew Ann was a little dominatrix and could be a Bitch when she wanted to be. I was told to open my mouth and a wet pussy was pushed against my lips. I started licking and sucking this pussy – even though this time it didn't taste the same as the other times I had licked Becky. I was being held tightly against this wet pussy and being told what a good little Sissy Slut should do – LICK AND SUCK a pussy. Since this is what I liked doing – I didn't really object to this treatment. Even many years ago when I learned to be a magictist, my professor always told me –that if you already are inclined to do something – when you are ordered to perform under magicsis – you will accept the command without any argument or objection.

This time I heard the voice tell me to go to a porno shop and purchase several items – a dildo that can be used as a strap on, some S & M or bondage DVD's that show women as dominant or some gay ones where there is a dominant male and sucking slaves being used. I recall that the voice told me to buy as much as I could find – during my business lunch hour and come back to my place and watch them. I should take full note of how a submissive male looks, acts and respects a more dominant male or female. I was told I could play with my cock while I watched the videos but to save the dildo for a later surprise.

******* THE PORNO SHOP

Sure enough the next day during lunch I found it necessary to leave work and go to Kitty Lounge and Video store. I walked around the store grabbing up all the DVD's on bondage and S & M that involved a male submissive and either a female or male dominant. I took them to the counter and woman who checked me out was pretty surprised "We don't get too many customers here who buy $986.00 worth of DVD's at one time. I am going to have to see you drivers license to verify your credit card." When I showed her, she remarked "Gee, I know where you live – I have an apartment just about a mile from your place. Do you already have a Mistress?"

I answered "I don't know. I have never been here or any place like this before, I just felt compelled to buy all this stuff."

"Just compelled huh? And it all happens to be bondage and S & M? That is pretty kinky stuff for a newbie like you. Do you need anything else?" She asked.

I looked at her – "Yes, there is one other thing – I think I need to buy a dildo – one that is pretty big, and yet can be strapped on." I sheepishly replied.

She got a heck of big grin on her face, and said "Pretty big? Define what you think is pretty big – I mean we have some monster ones that will tear you in two. And then we have ones that will just fuck your insides till you cum all over the place." This full figured porn shop woman thought this was a hoot. She had tattoos nearly all over her body. She had a piercing on each nipple that I could see through her sheer top. She had striped hair – a mix of blonde and jet black. She had long fingernails with rings on each finger, and she had the nerve to be judging me.

"I think it has to be bigger than mine." I tried to remember what I was supposed to do.

"Well now, how big are you?" She goaded me.

"Normal I guess." I sheepishly admitted.

"Show me! Whip it out and show me what you think is normal." She continued to taunt me.

"I can't do that – here – right now?" I awkwardly stated.

"Look around you – this is a porno shop silly – Don't be a Sissy boy – whip it out and let me see." She snickered.

The word 'sissy' was a trigger – all my commands had used that word as a predecessor. My eyes glazed over and slowly unzipped my khakis. I reached in and hauled my soft cock out for her inspection.

This woman looked past the counter – nodded – and gave me a thumb up sign. "Not too shabby. I fully expected you to be pretty wimpy but I guess that it gets 6 or 7 inches when it is hard – am I right?"

I agreed with her.

"What kind of dildo do you want again – many of the bigger ones are black. Do you want one of those?" She taunted me with the question I think cause she saw a little of the embarrassment on my face.

"I need one that is bigger – more manly." I shamefully admitted.

"Okay, here is a nice thick 12 inch one for you to play with." Snickering at me she continued. "See how it looks and feels lifelike. And it has an attachment to be used as a strap on. Although, you are not too small – so you want one because your old lady knows you can't keep it up – or you want to be fucked like a girl, and a bigger cock in your ass will make you feel a little more feminine. I would like to recommend two types of strap on that you will love. The first is the one that someone wears around their waist and crotch, and the other is my permisteral favorite – that straps tightly to the guys chin. Then when he is ramming it into a nice pussy he can use his tongue at the same time to bring the Mistress off."

She talked me into the whole thing and it came to over eleven hundred dollars. I left, and she had written down my address and told me that she will check up on me sometime real soon.

Instead of going back to work that afternoon, I just had to sit in front of my TV and watch the videos I had purchased. I started stroking my manhood – and jerking off to the scenes on the TV. I found it especially interesting to watch leather clad Dominatrix berate and use a submissive male. When I finally got to see one of the many gay DVD's I had purchased, I was already quite turned on and was ready to shoot my load any minute. Seeing a muscular guy with leather bands on his biceps and a leather pouch at his crotch – totally use a hapless male – put me over the edge. I shot my load all over myself. But even with cock juice dripping off my pants and the couch, I couldn't pull my head away from the scene on the TV.

Becky came in to visit – and was either really shocked or just acted shocked at the scene before her.

"What in God's creation are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be at work? I was going to make you a surprise by stripping down and waiting in your bed for you to arrive, but I guess you don't need me for that."

I mumred an apology.

Becky picked up several of the DVD's "What do we have here – 'Mistress uses her slaves', 'The Dominant Woman,' 'Pussy boys serve the Master'. Oh, I bet that one is totally hot for some gay guy. What kind of sexual pervert are you turning out to be?" She was pissed.

I tried to explain, but everything that came out of my mouth was a waste of air.

"Is THIS what you like?" Becky said while picking up a few more.

"I guess so!" I mumred.

"There seems to be a connection here – all of them involve bondage, most of them offense, and some are dominant females while others are dominant males. But the one connection – they all have submissive little pussy boys in them. Is that what makes you hard – and squirt all over the place? You want to be a little pussy boy?

"I don't know!" I tearfully admitted.

"Do you like women – or Men?" Becky quizzed me.

"Women!" I quickly answered.

"Women?" She quizzed him "Are you sure? This video you're watching looks like a bound wimp on his knees sucking off a leather brute of a man – he must be 10 inches and thick too. You are sitting here – watching this crap and stroking your wasted dick – it isn't even hard anymore. You look like you have squirted a half dozen times. And you tell me that you like women more than men." Shaking her head at me "I don't believe you."

"I don't know what happened. What are you doing to me – I wasn't like this before I met you." I complained.

"ME? You expect to blame me for you're jerking off to some gay guys on the video?" Becky was dismayed.

"It has to be something that you are doing – I never had this feeling before. You promised to show me lots of sex. I just never imagined that I would want this. I can't work – I have to be embarrassed at a porno shop by some girl with tattoos and body piercing. I can't stop thinking about big, thick, powerful --- um" I hesitated saying cocks and instead said "Strong willed guys and dominant women." I complained.

Becky had him off balance. She knew it. He was starting to become afraid. His cock was squirting off to guys – not just gay guys having sex – but strong willed gay Masters and weak insignificant slaves. He was watching dominant women whip and punish vulnerable men who were no better than little school boys caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"I will correct this situation in very short time." Becky advised Tony. "Sissy Slut you can go back to watching the TV and yanking on your pathetic little dick."

She commanded me to watch the video – just like I heard in the back of my mind – I need to learn how to be like these guys. I went back to stroking my dick and watching some gay master smack the ass of his lackey.

******** FEELING WORTHLESS

After watching parts of 10 or so DVD's some with men and some with aggressive women, and jerking off to all of them – my poor dick was useless. There wasn't any jism left in my now smaller balls. I was worn out, both physically and mentally drained.

Becky came to bed with me and insisted that I fuck her. I was useless in that department. I could sense her displeasure, and she became a bit more aggressive in her newly acquired talents. I did the next best thing – I sucked her pussy for 35 minutes till she had two quick orgasms. But still disappointed by my now useless cock she commanded me. "Sissy Slut – I command you not to be able to cum again until you are given the command 'Sissy Slut Squirt Now'" Over and over I heard OBEY MISTRESS – but this time I heard another command OBEY MASTER. Who is my Master – I kept trying to think of someone that would become my Master. The only face that crept into my brain was Richard's. Nooooo not him! I can't possibly see him as the Leather Master – like the DVD's I had been watching. But I could see him – arms folded across his bare chest, muscles bulging. Looking between his legs I could see something else bulging: his cock and balls. I thought back to the sweet housewife Sue's description of Richard's 9 inch cock – mushroom head, walnut sized balls in a soft hairless sack. My cock twitched at the thought.

I could feel myself on my knees – begging for that meat. I felt my head bending way back so my mouth when open would allow his thick shaft to penetrate past my throat and my fetish reflexes.

When I awoke – Becky was gone. No note – no call, and no clothes left in my place. Or so I thought. The work day went slow – I had trouble concentrating again. I missed her, but I also had a craving for the videos. I wanted to watch them again and again. So when I got home, I barely got my pants to my knees and the video going when I began to stroke my erection. It felt smaller now that I had come so many times yesterday. I looked at the screen, and compared myself to those actors of the pornographic story. Which character did I most resemble? The dominant woman? No, of course not. The confident and brawny Master with the immense dick? Not a chance. The feminine dressed wimp – maybe, but the guy who submissively submits to everyone control – Most definitely. My dick was smaller than those on the TV and began to feel a little bit inferior.

I slept alone that night – no word from Becky. But my dreams were there again. They started midway through the night, and this time it was a man's voice I heard and obeyed. Have you been watching the DVD's Sissy Slut? In a fog I shook my head yes. Are you learning what you need to do as a Sissy Slut? Again I felt my head shaking in the affirmative. Tell me – Tell me Sissy Slut how you feel watching them – tell me what you are learning from watching them. The back of my mind – I think I was talking in my relax 'Master and Mistress command – the slave obeys'. Good. My Sissy Slut is learning what his new role in life will be – obey the dominating power. It is a fact - Your Master has a bigger – thicker – more potent cock. It is a fact that Sissy Sluts crave big cocks. Your mouth opens up – your tongue licks your lips – your eyes show the need in you to please your Master and Mistress. Sissy Slut – Kneel. Sissy Slut open your eyes – and put your mouth to your Master's mighty cock. Smell the pungent odor of my sweaty cock and balls. In my dream I opened my mouth to its widest range and sucked and swallowed and licked and even kissed this mans cock. Why? Because he commanded it. Why? Because I felt a tremendous urge to obey no matter what.

I woke up --- looked around the room. There was no sign of any sexual activity. It was all a weird dream. It had to be. It must be because of those dumb video's I was watching. They have such powerful men – dominant women – who order their subjects to please them. It could be the dildo that I had purchased – 12 inches of flexible rubber. It couldn't possibly be real.

******* OTHER STRANGE EVENTS

I went to work for the next few days and missed Becky each night. My dreams were less realistic than recently, but I did have a few thoughts where I was sucking Ann's pussy while she whipped my ass with a riding crop. She was aggressive enough and real enough for me to insert her face – when watching the DVD's. I continued to stroke my cock – but I must have emptied it completely the other day – because it was useless to me. I felt good – but it never would squirt off. I somehow couldn't cum.

Then on Friday night I got a call from Becky. She and I talked for 20 or 30 minutes before she sent me to the freezer to fetch something she had stashed there. In the back of the freezer I found what I had been instructed to retrieve: a Ziploc bag with pair of very worn panties. Getting back into bed and talking to Becky she told me if I ever wanted to see her again I was to put the frozen panties over my face so that the crotch was directly over my nose and mouth. I hesitantly obeyed and when I told her they were in place she went on putting ME into a trance. Obey your Mistress. Sleep for me. Go into a deep relax and dream of me. Inhale my essence. I wore those panties both before and after being fucked – so they have lots of cum in them. Freezing them has saved them for your nose and tongue. I heard over and over to obey. I was licking them – smelling her just as if she was there in bed with me. I was told to lick them some more. Smell the aroma – they had been worn all day. It turns you on to have this fragrance next to your nose and mouth. Your mouth waters for this taste. On and on – this silly dream continued.

When I woke up and took the panties off my face, I discovered they didn't quite have the same feel. Before I had completely woken up I gave the fabric another few good licks. Shocked, I removed them only to discover they were not silk red panties anymore – but rather 36 inch waist white cotton jock strap. A MAN'S JOCK STRAP was against my nose and mouth. They were stained all right – it looked like some guy had dumped a huge load of cum into them. This was my first piece of evidence that someone had been in my house, switched the panties with this gross male garment. I didn't even own a jock strap. Not being too athletic I had little use for one since sophomore gym class.

I ran to the shower and soaped up my whole body paying double or triple attention to my face. I needed to get all the smell off of me. I wanted to cleanse my face from any contact with this garment. After getting dressed I started to look around the room for the jock strap. I wanted to confront Becky about it. I couldn't find it. I looked everywhere. Then I went to the last place I normally look – the freezer – and found the pair of panties back in the Ziploc bag all the way in the back of the top shelf. No jock at all. I ran back to the bedroom and looked under the bed, behind the furniture and under the cushions of the chair. It was gone. Then I began to wonder if it ever existed at all? Who was doing this? The house door was locked – could someone have gotten rid of them when I went to the shower?

I couldn't ask anyone about it. It really wouldn't even make sense to ask Becky or anyone else.

The next night I was home alone when the doorbell rang. There on my porch was a leather clad woman, wearing leather boots and slapping a riding crop against her booted calf. Embarrassed for her being on my doorstep – I didn't know what to say or do.

"Hi, remember me?" This full figured woman asked me.

Shaking my head no, I said I couldn't place her.

"Remember the Kitty Lounge and Video shop? I was the one that waited on you. My name is Terry but you can call me Mistress. Now, will you please step aside – or should I make you submit to me here on your doorstep?" Terry stated in a humorous manor.

Oh my God. The woman with the tattoos and piercing was at my doorstep inviting herself inside. Her hair was no longer streaked but jet black and tied up in a bun. Her leather top just barely contained her jiggling female flesh. She had to be EE cup or larger. I slowly stepped away from the door and she came inside. She looked around the place and commented "Just the way I imagined it." Then slapping her crop to in her palm said "Strip!"

"What?" I asked in surprise.

"You heard me. Strip – at least remove your shirt. If you want me to do the rest it will cost you." She smirked.

"You think you can just come to my house and order me around – what makes you think I will obey?"

"Don't be silly – I have already seen your dick, and you came in my shop and bought over 1100 dollars in porno. All of the porno was Bondage or S & M. You don't fit the Dominant role too well, so I believe you are submissive. So now I am offering you the time of your life – now STRIP!" Terry told me.

While being flabbergast at the prospect of submitting to this woman – she wasn't Becky. She was rough. She was muscular. She had black hair and Becky was a redhead. She looked like a dike who might be a man hater, but her demeanor was a little bit fun. So while I considered all these things – she strolled up to me and without any warning took the crop and whipped it upward right between my legs – smacking my balls with one quick movement.

"AAAAaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" I yelled as the breath escaped my mouth. I clutched my groin and quickly sank to my knees before her.

Reaching toward my waist she grabbed my shirt and yanked it over my head. My knees were like rubber and I could do little to resist her. Being hit in the nuts was enough pain for my body and ego but being manhandled by this woman as she reduced my mobility so resistance was futile. She had one wrist locked in a cuff and was drawing it back to connect the other one when my breath finally returned. I started cussing and threatening her. "Use that mouth to insult me and I may just ram that dildo down it instead of just gagging you." She bound my arms behind my back, and locked a 3 inch wide collar on my neck. Then she connected the collar to the arm bindings through the use of a strap that snapped shut in a few places. I was hers.

Pleased with the progress she had made – she strolled around my body. Trying to pull my arms toward the front of my body was next to impossible. An equally hard task was getting them to protect my ass. Snickering – she watched me struggle on the ground. "Well, let's see that big ol' cock you have!" Terry proceeded to unzip my pants and yanked them off my legs. She actually ripped my underwear when she was trying to remove them. Then without any compassion, she rolled my balls in my sack with the intent to see how much pain I was in from her recent attack. Gripping them in one hand she slowly closed her fist and started to squeeze. Nervously I began to sweat. She watched me closely, and saw that I was frightened. "Don't be afraid, I just want you to feel who has you by the balls!"

Terry began to stroke my shaft. The more she pulled on it the more friction I felt. It didn't smooth away the hurt I was feeling in my balls, but she was trying to get me hard for her use. "C'mon, I didn't hurt you too bad. Get this dick hard for me."

After 3 minutes of her yanking on my cock, she gave up. I wasn't getting hard. I was nervous, and sore. There was no way at this point I was going to get hard for some wild bitch to take advantage of me.

Disappointed she asked me "Since this little thing isn't going to stiffen up – tell me where you keep that dildo I sold you? While we're at it – tell me where the head strap is too."

She returned with them both and shoving the dildo through the hole in the leather, she straightened it on my chin and buckled the straps around my head. When I glanced down, I had a 12 inch rubber dick protruding from my chin.

Terry went to the couch and sitting down – spread her legs wide – exposing a shaved pussy. Her pussy lips were big and dark purple. Her whole pussy was three inches from one end to the other. I could see her nub (clit) poking past her purple lips like a tiny hard dick. "Crawl over here Slave, and put your face to good work."

I couldn't fight this Bitch; she already has had me by the balls. I couldn't escape, I was bound and naked. I didn't want to service her with my cock, and it didn't get hard enough for her to enjoy. But now I was crawling toward that pussy so she could fuck my face.

"I am being nice to you because you are new. Normally when I have a Slave use a dildo like the one you have strapped to your face, I have him or her tied to the bed. Then I lower myself down and he or she has no place to go. When I get it in deep enough, the slave can use his tongue to lick at the real sensitive part right here." Terry said while pointing to the top of her pussy lips. "It is really difficult to be USED this way – it is much easier for the Slave to kneel on the ground and shove the cock into my pussy a little at a time. So that is what you are going to do for me right now!"

Swallowing hard, I slunk over between her thighs. I inhaled the fishy aroma from her damp pussy. The pungent stench nearly knocked me to the ground. I thought, 'Doesn't this girl ever wash – what about proper hygiene?' "Have you ever had someone lick you while they were chewing and sucking on Altoids?"

She smiled. "Yes, that is a wonderful idea Slave. Do you have any?"

I stood up and rushed to the bed stand to retrieve them – shoveled 4 or 5 into my mouth, chewing up one right away. Then just as quickly rushed back to the couch and plopped to my knees between her legs. I lowered my head so that huge dildo that was strapped to my chin would miss the target and I could press my peppermint filled mouth to her smelly twat and mix some of the mints with her pussy juice so I could stand the stench. Eagerly I lapped at her lips, she first complained about my missing her pussy with the dildo – but settled down pretty quick when I was lapping at her tender parts.

After smearing my face with her sex, she pulled my head away with her fingers in my hair, and aimed that dildo at her opening and pushed on the back of my head to power the thick rubber shaft in. This was a novel way of having sex. She was probably enjoying this. She guided my head back and forth as she used it to fuck herself. I was getting an up close view of her shaved pussy, and looking beyond that from time to time, I saw that she was pulling on her nipple rings. She had the largest pair of knockers, but they had to be fake; they never sagged the slightest bit. They stood out from her chest like two torpedoes.

She fucked herself with my face for 30 minutes, allowing me to catch a breath every so often when she didn't have my chin and face smashed against her now very wet pussy. I licked and sucked her pussy juice now that the mints had done their work. They aroused her sensitive nerve endings; and for me – they made it a lot easier to slurp down her nasty cum.

Then she had me stand beside the couch while she sucked on my cock. "Stand still!" she told me. Oh, man. I thought Becky was good at giving head. This woman was a pro. Come to think of it – maybe she has worked in this field before. But oh, man was she ever good at making a man feel awesome.

After a few minutes, she was pushing her little finger into my anus, and cupping my balls with her other hand while sliding my hard shaft down her throat. My legs began to buckle. Each time she licked the sensitive nerve endings under my cock, my legs buckled. I gave into the feeling and soon tried to let go a huge torrent of cum. Nothing came out. I could feel it getting so close. She knew that I was close because she looked into my eyes and said "You want this – don't you Slave?"

She was right – I did want to cum now. I wanted to – my cock wanted to – but something in the back of my mind wouldn't let me squirt off. Something was telling my body – I have not gotten permission to cum. Becky wasn't here to allow me to cum. I thought about the few times I was jerking myself off recently, and I couldn't cum then either. Could this be? Did Becky really have the power to control when I would cum when she isn't even in the room?

I twitched, and jerked around. I felt like I was going to cum forever, but nothing shot off and my cock did not wilt.

"This isn't easy for you – I don't turn you on? What does turn you on? Guys? Strong men who wear leather – like some of the DVD's you bought? Terry taunted.

Then I blurted out "I want to cum – I feel it – but I haven't been given permission."

She smile a wicked smile – "Someone is training you just right."

"Maybe I will ride your cock after all." Terry said as she pushed me face-up to the floor. Mounting my hard on – she rode me to several orgasms. My cock was hard the whole time, but I never did squirt off. Becky wasn't there to give me permission. Terry used me the whole night, and then set me free.

******* TOTAL AND COMPLETE HUMILIATION

Becky and I went to the next meeting of magictists and all was well for a little while, when Richard came over to our table and ran his hands up Becky's back and down her front, copping a feel of her fabulous tits. This action angered me. I was jealous to let another guy touch the girl I was seeing. But since it was Richard and all he represented I was furious.

"Take your hands away from her – if you know what is good for you!" I bravely knocked his arm away from her chest.

"What do you think you are doing – laying your paw on my arm? Don't you know how silly you look being the brave boyfriend?" Richard taunted me.

"She is not yours!" I vehemently shot back.

Richard smiled and again cupped her breast. "She is not yours when she knows she could have someone better."

I grabbed his wrist and squeezed. I shot a daring look into his eyes, but he didn't appear to be intimidated. Richard appeared to be amused at my show of strength. He smiled at me as if he knew my innermost thoughts. It was eerie the way his look shot through me. "Before this night is over – you won't be begging for Becky – you will be begging for me." Richard confidently stated, and grabbed his crotch.

Becky tried to stop the confrontation and suggested I run off to the restroom while she got things in order here.

I wanted her to leave with me that instant. I felt like if I didn't run away right now I might never get away. But pride of being the best at my profession let me stand fast. Stupid old pride made me stand up to Richard and his gang of erotic friends. I felt fear. Yes, I was afraid that I might be in trouble by doing anything to displease him. What an odd thought to have about my enemy.

"Leave – I will get this settled and you can return in a few minutes and everything will be put in its proper place." Becky convinced me to exit to the restroom and leave her to settle with him for groping her just now.

I went off – took a leak, and then just stood in front of the mirror and tried to control my breathing. I was very anxious, and knew this was not the way I needed to be right now.

When I returned I saw a lot of the people laughing and some of them pointed in my direction. What was up? Should I ignore their stares? What if they just knew I was almost in an altercation with Richard? Did they know that I was afraid of him? Could they sense just how nervous I was being here – standing up to him and his crowd? I realized that they were looking at something – photos black and white photos – close up ones. By the time I got back to my table and realized that Richard, Ann, Becky and a lot of other people were still gathered close by – waiting for my reaction. But my reaction to what?

Then I got a good look at one of the photos – it was my face – licking an ass. Not just any ass, but a Man's ass. I had my tongue clearly extended and I was busy licking the crack of some guy's ass. Then I saw another – this one seemed a lot like the first one I saw – I was still kissing the guys ass, but he was fucking a pussy. His cock was half way buried in a furry pussy. I tried to think – but my mind was cloudy. I could hear everyone laughing. I could see as they gathered around to see other photos, and point to me. My face – was clearly in the photo – and I seemed to be enjoying myself. There didn't seem to be any facial shots of the guy's ass I was kissing and licking, nor the woman he was fucking.

I saw another photo – this time I was licking an extremely wet pussy. It looked like someone had shot a significant load of cum on her bush and right leg. It was my face being planted between those thighs slurping that cum up.

The weirdest feeling was coming over me. My eyes were glazing over, and I was thrusting my whole face forward as if I was kissing or licking this slimy pussy. I could feel this pussy just inches in front of me and I wanted to lick it, and clean the nasty mess up. But everyone could see that there wasn't a pussy in front of my face, just open air.

The next photo thrust in my view was one of me – kneeling in front of some guys legs. His dick – was dangling down at least 6 or 7 inches in front of my face. I wasn't kissing it. I wasn't licking it. I was just staring upward at it – almost wishing to have it. The crowd watched in glee as I opened my mouth up slightly and tilted my head back just like in the photo. I was imagining that I was begging for this whopper cock. I was turned on by it.

"Look at him – he looks like he wants it." I heard someone say next to me.

My mind kicked into normal gear – for a moment the fog in my brain was gone; long enough to get a little anger up past the pit of my stomach. "Who did this? What did someone do? How did these photos happen?" I furiously asked the room aloud.

Richard smirked – "Photos are worth a 1000 words; they're not doctored – the image you see is real." Then laughing an evil cackle "Here you go Sissy Slut – how about THIS ONE!" and thrust the worst one into my face.

This photo was a close up of me – still on my knees. My head cocked back, and mouth wide open swallowing that same huge cock. Seeing this photo made me react in a controlled manner. Like a baby bird waiting to be fed, right there in front of everyone I tilted my head back and opened my mouth wide as I could and licked around my lips as if I was waiting for that cock to enter them right now.

Everyone looked at me – but I couldn't help it – I craved that cock.

"See something you like? You're hungry for that cock? You want it don't you?" Ann tormented me.

"Yessssss" I sighed, still keeping my head back like I wanted some big hunk to stuff his slab of meat down my throat.

"Sissy Slut – from this point forward tonight you will have full conscious realization of what is going on with you – but you will remain obedient, compliant, submissive, polite, and most of all completely under your Master's control." Richard told me. "Now, show me how to properly beg for that cock you saw in the photos!"

Oh my as if in a dream that I could watch – I could feel myself melting into his arms and starting to fall to his feet. I feel my desire burning inside – wanting to be his pet. Oh this is so very wrong. I am not gay. I am not submissive. I am not his slut. His SLUT – Oh, my I want – I need to be his SLUT. "Can I please be your SLUT? Can I suck on your magnificent thick 9 inch cock?" Oh, what am I saying? I just heard myself beg to be his slut – SLUT – "Please Master I want to be your SLUT." I did it again. I can hear the people laughing around me.

Ann added "Make him beg to be your Sissy Slut – show him why he is a Sissy Slut!"

One of his other gang members said "Strip him so we can see how lame he is."

Even another said "Yeah, Strip him naked and make him kneel on the tabletop so everyone can see!"

I heard more chats of "Strip him! Strip Him STRIP HIM!!"

Richard used a trigger phrase. 'it is hot as summer in the tropics' Then added to the crowd, "He will strip – I won't do a thing. He will strip to please us."

Staying on my knees I began to get hot and clammy. These clothes were too tight – much too restraining to do me any good. I needed to get free of them. I was beginning to perspire, in part from the comment that Richard made but also in part because I could still realize just what was going on. I was not a mindless sap who was doing his bidding like I must have been in those photos. Oh those photo's I glanced down and saw one that was laying to the right of the others: A huge cock erupting on someone's pussy. Not in the pussy – but on the outside the way the erotic film stars do to show that they have come. My mind searched out the photo that went with this one. There it was – lying beside another stack just over there – I could see it – I was lapping the sweet man juice mixture off of the wet pussy. I was greedily takeing up someone's cum. I was getting so hot – I needed to strip.

I yanked my shirt off my head, followed by the t-shirt. Staying on my knees I kicked off my shoes and unzipped my pants. Moments later, I had even removed them. All I had left on was a pair of silk boxers and some cotton socks. I stopped there. Richard, Ann, Becky and all the other people who had gathered for the floor show stopped and watched intently to see if I was going to remove them. But because I was conscious of the events – I struggled to keep some dignity.

Richard must have known what was going on in my mind – as a pretty good magictist himself he could see when a subject was struggling with obeying a command. This time he said "Still it is hot as summer in the tropics"

Looking down at my body I could see the only clothes I had left on – those had to be removed so I could cool down – I felt even hotter – I MUST COOL DOWN! My dick was throbbing and I was getting hard.

"Look at the bulge in his boxers. See how turned on he is. He loves this treatment!" Someone in the crowd said from my left.

I stripped off the boxers and my socks. My dick stood up from my crotch. All seven inches of it were hot and throbbing. I hadn't cum in awhile, so my ball sack was getting full. But I was kneeling on floor while everyone else stood in clothes. Richard smirked at me. He knew just how obedient I was. I couldn't look at Becky – but I could see that her hand was lightly stroking Richard's crotch. Richard must have gotten to her after we met. He couldn't get to me so he got to her and let her subdue my will to resist.

"Sissy Slut – Get up on this table and spread your legs real wide!" Richard commanded.

I obeyed and carefully crawled up on the round table.

Then two or three times in a row he whispered in my right ear. "It is freezing in the Antarctic circle"



I was on display. Legs spread wide open (per my last command) and now I was getting so very cold. My arms felt like they had goose bumps, my fingers were numb. My cock – was quickly shrinking to an extremely small state. It was getting teensy weensy and useless. I felt inferior. He even showed how inferior I was to the crowd. He handed me a photo of that huge cock, I was sucking that cock, and had my hand on the base of it. It was throbbing hard, with the thick veins running down the soft side of the flesh. The length in the photo was easy to compare – it was as long as my chin to the top of my head. The thickness of that cock, the one that makes me drool, was equally impressive. Although my hand could encircle it at its base, I could just picture a girls hand on it – they may not get their fingers to touch. My head inclined back and my mouth opened up again. I was thirsting for this meat. I licked my lips again and could just feel myself begging for this monster. All the while I was so very cold – freezing to death, naked on this table.

"Sissy Slut – Turn the photo around and show everyone what a real cock looks like." Richard said.

I obeyed and everyone's eyes were diverted to the picture that I held up.

Richard showed me off like I was some small pet on display. "Look everyone. See how Tony here adores a big cock. He is nothing but a SISSY."

I cringed at that word, but continued to hold up the photo for everyone to see.

Richard went on "Now everyone, look at Tony's pathetic excuse for calling himself a man!" He emphasized this fact by gesturing his little pinky by waving it back and forth at me.

I could see the crowd shuffling around to get a better look at my private parts. I started to close my legs but Richard stopped me.

"NO – Sissy Slut – Keep your legs wide open so everyone can see the difference between what I man has - which you obviously lust for; and yours which looks smaller than an 8 year old."

HE DID IT – Richard had reduced me to tears. I was crying. The tears were falling down my face – but I was still holding that damn photo up for everyone to see. I was still spreading my legs as wide as I could. I was still freezing cold. So cold, that my dick must have looked pathetic to everyone around. I was humiliated in front of the whole group.

"Do you want to have a cock as big as the one in the photo?" Richard asked loudly.

I glance down at my tiny 2 inch cock. "Yes!" I admitted to the crowd.

"Too bad – the only way you can have a cock that size is to beg for one. One you obviously love to suck." Richard snickered at my predicament.

Ann added "I can take you to this cock. I know where it is going to be tonight. Do you want to kiss, lick, and suck that huge tool for us tonight?"

I didn't want to have anything to do with this cock – but in the back of my mind I could sense an enjoyment of pleasing this cock and thus pleasing the Master who owned it. "Yes!" I hissed. In my confused mind – I looked around the crowd, and thought that this cock belonged to Richard – right? If it didn't belong to him – who's cock was I being trained to suck?

"Sissy Slut – Call me Mistress Ann, and beg to be collared and taken to this cock." Ann ordered.

"Yes Mistress Ann. Please collar me. Make me your slave. But take me to the cock in this picture – I desperately need to adore it." I heard myself answer.

"You heard him everyone – he wants to be collared. He wants to be my slave. He wants to satisfy his lust for the huge cock he obviously adores." Ann proudly announced to the crowd. She produced a leather collar – not like the one Terry had me wear – this was a dog collar. It had a heart shaped dog tag dangling from the D ring in the center. She read it to me after she locked the collar tightly around my neck: 'Property of Mistress Ann!'

She wrapped a little red and white stripped maid apron around my waist. It was short – very short but in the condition that I currently was in – with a tiny cold dick, it just barely covered my crotch. If I was hung even the slightest bit (not too cold) it would be visible. My ass was totally exposed. She then took out a leash, and snapped it to the collar and said "Get down from there Slut!" I hopped off the table. "Crawl for me!" Then she added as she yanked on the leash "Come on Slut – we're going to party with you!"

I tried to keep up.

As I crawled away I could again hear the folks gathered around. They were laughing at my ass. They were laughing at how the Master magictist himself has been reduced to Richard's cock sucking slut, and Ann's Slave. I knew it. I heard them say that the cock in the picture was Richard's. Someone knew that cock must belong to Richard. His face wasn't in any of the pictures – but I could sense that it was his.

We left the meeting room with me still on my knees, wearing only an apron and a dog collar. The hotel staff that saw us in the hallway was not pleased. Someone from the hotel staff spoke out – 'that sort of behavior in their hotel was not acceptable'.

Ann marched me over in front of this hotel staff woman and commanded me "Sissy Slut – Apologize to this woman for your lack of proper attire. Tell her that she can punish you if she wants – in Suite 1408."

"I am truly sorry for my lack of proper attire. If it offends you – please come to our Suite 1408 and punish me!" I obediently explained to the shocked woman.

Ann added "It is Okay – we're leaving and won't be roaming the hotel after this. This pet you see on his knees before you – needed offense to put him in his place once and for all." Then turning to me Ann added "Come on Slut – stand up – walk with me – we're going to that elevator over there and to our room!"

I obeyed. The woman who worked at the hotel was a bit speechless but must have admired my tight ass. From behind me I heard a remark "Nice ass – but keep it in your room!"

Someone else in the crowd said – "Yeah, he's got a nice ass, but I think it will be red in a little while!"

******** THE SUITE

When we got to the suite, Ann smacking my ass all the way up the elevator, I was determined not to be too submissive to the group. I tried to fight back by convincing my mind that I wasn't going to obey. All I earned for the trouble were a few well placed welts on my naked ass. Ann made sure that if she couldn't elicit the trained response she wanted with her own use of mind control that she was going to challenge my resistance with the riding crop.

After getting numerous whacks on the ass, bare legs, and even one or two against my hands as I tried repeatedly to block her assault – I was getting tired to losing. She tried using a few trigger phrases to get me in a more obedient mood. "Sissy Slut, Kiss and Lick my ass."

I obeyed, crawling around as she mocked my attempt by spinning around every so often.

I cried out that I am still so very cold. Please let me have some clothes.

Ann and one of her playmates looked under the striped maid apron only to see my tiny 2 inch dick. Knowing that the offense was complete with the full room downstairs she gave me Richard's trigger phrase 'it is hot as summer in the tropics'

As I warmed up – the other half of that trigger phrase made my dick swell. I was bound, so I couldn't remove the little apron, but my dick made the material poke out from my crotch.

Shortly after this time – Richard entered the Suite, Becky on one side of him and Missy on the other.

Becky was the first to come over to admire Ann's little handiwork. She saw that my arms were bound behind me, the collar was on my neck and the maid apron attempted to cover my crotch now that my 7 inch dick was hard and throbbing. "Oh, yes. I like it much better when a guy has a total hard on – while wearing a female maid apron, or any female clothes. It manipulates his thoughts and lets him know he enjoys being a Sissy."

Richard said that he wanted to Fuck Missy now. I have to obey him and beg for his cock. He flashed the huge manhood in front of my eyes, and my brain went foggy. Just like in the ballroom downstairs, my head tilted back, my mouth went wide open and I felt an absolute necessity to please this man.

Richard saw my conditioned response and grinned evilly "Sissy Slut, what do you want?" He asked.

"Master Dick, I want to please you." Was my brain fried conditioned response. "I beg to suck your dick Sir."

"Good Sissy." Richard explained as he brought his thick slab of meat before me. "Please me now Slut!"

I opened my mouth and he shoved the mushroom shaped head into it. I licked and devoured his head before he shoved a few more inches till it reached the top of my throat.

"I give you full realization of what you are doing again – but you can not take any action to harm me." Richard announced to my clearing mind.

I fetishd and gagged on his tremendously thick member. He did little to try to remove it from the depths of my mouth. Tears came to my eyes as the gagging reflexes continued. With my arms bound, and the command to not harm him; I was helpless to obstruct him. Richard's cock was getting firmer inside my mouth. It pressed against the roof of my mouth – and I desperately tried to bite down on it. I couldn't do it; I could not get my mouth to obey my anger. I couldn't harm him. He could fuck my face all day and there isn't a damn thing I could do to stop him, except maybe fetish to death. My own erection was dissipating as I ***ly gave pleasure to his cock.

Becky asked "Why are you letting him fight it? Why not let him adore it like you usually do?"

The words 'usually do' from her meant that I was being used by him with her consent.

"I know I can have him drooling to accept my cock. I know that he would obediently suck it – give it some great orgasm. But this is so much more fun. Knowing that I power his lips open – his mouth, my toy to play with." Richard cruelly admitted.

I could only get 4 inches of his hard thick shaft into my widely stretched lips. As he pushed to make 5 or 6 inches of his flesh go deeper into his new fuck toy, I gagged and fetishd even more. He would occasionally pull it out some to allow me a chance to catch my breath. I was grateful for this kindness but still hated what he was making me do.

Richard must have sensed my discomfort and taunted his new prize. "Tell me how this makes you feel, and how you now look at me?" Then he pulled his hard throbbing dick from my mouth so I could speak. It waved in my face, but was free enough to explain my thoughts.

"I feel used. I look at you with disgust and hatred. How could you do this to me? I have never used magicsis to twist someone's mind to do things that they don't want to do." I cried out.

"You took some play toys from me. That pretty redheaded housewife you rescued – was one of the best fucks I have ever had. You turned her against me." He started to explain.

"She came to me! She was afraid of you." I shouted out.

"Yes, she was afraid of me – but not the way that guy was who insulted me. He was afraid that I would tame him so far that he would end up someone's primister bitch. I sense that fear in you too. I could make you rob a store, and then forget who made you do it. Once in primister you would become some big black guys' Bitch. I only wanted sex, and there was no harm in getting it from her." Richard explained.

"I am not afraid of you!" I boldly proclaimed.

"You lie – and you don't even do it convincingly!" Richard criticized. "Sissy Slut - Search your feelings – how do you feel about me." Richard asked.

Under his trigger phrase I admitted "FEAR --- I am terrified of you, and what you can do." I went on "You have proved you are more powerful than me as a magictist, and as a persuasive man. You have made me obedient to you – and that huge slab of meat you call your cock." Then I continued under his spell. "I can't fight you physically, when you are so much more muscular than me. I can't possibly stoop to your level and magictize you into being my pet – I fear that I wouldn't know how to be that cruel. Most of all I dread that you have awakened some deep seeded need to please you, Ann, and your whole crowd. What if I am submissive, and deep down a wimp who lacks the willpower or physical strength to stop you! And lacking the willpower to resist, I become your pet or slave for all eternity."

Then taking me deeper into my magicsis state "Sissy Slut – you are correct to fear me. You are not a match for me physically. I could break one of those scrawny arms in two. I could wrap my fist into your gut and tear your heart out. You fear me – but that fear makes you obedient to me. That fear makes you do whatever I tell you, because if I were to get angry I may just hurt you. You worship my cock – because it is everything that you are not. Thick, Full, Powerful, lots of cum filled in these balls. You are weak, helpless to even shoot your own cum without permission from Becky, and I have her wrapped around my little finger. You know this, deep down you know that I am so much better than you. I am the better magictist. A MASTER. I have your secret of breaking free of magictism, and have used this little trick to keep you under my spell forever. You however are destined to serve me and my friends as I see fit, until we no longer have any use for you. Now go back under magicsis and suck my prick like a good Sissy Slut."

Obediently I slurped down his cock all the way. I had all 9 inches in my throat and was trying desperately to lick his glands at the same time.

"Ahhhh yes, Sissy Slut – you do that so well when you are under my command." Richard sighed as I sucked his cock.

When he was hard, he took Missy to the bed beside me and thrust his stiff hard cock between her legs – and into her tight snatch. She cried out, but after the first few seconds, she seemed to enjoy it a little bit better – or so I first thought.

"Aaaahhh, Oh Richard, you are tearing me in two." She complained as he powerd his thick cock into her pussy. "Please take it slower – let me get hot and wet – then I think I can handle it."

He didn't listen and continued to push his mast into her tight opening.

"Please Richard it hurts!" Missy cried out.

For the next 5 minutes she tried to get comfortable with his stamina and persistence. Raising her legs into the air, she spread them out as far as they could while opening herself up to his constant thrusting. Soon her pleas became grunts, and then her eyes got very far away – she was starting to now enjoy this man's ****. He was wearing out her will to refuse, and because she tried to get a better angle – she liked what was happening in her pussy. She came just before he erupted. His nut sack got so very close to his body and they must have sprayed a humongous load of sperm deep within her loins.

When he finished and his cock got a little bit softer, he was now able to remove it from her tight hole, and it didn't look so tight anymore. I shook with anxiety as I witnessed the ravage that his cock did to her pussy.

Richard was in front of my face – his still somewhat engorged cock dangling down between his thighs – inches from my lips. I wanted to lick it clean. I stretched out my neck so I could reach his manhood. Richard taunted me – waving it in my face. "Tell me what I am to you?"

"You are my Master Dick. You are superior to me in every way." I answered in a programmed state.

"Lick me. Clean my cock Slut!"

I slurped at his wet tool until it was only damp from my very own tongue.

Then he released me from the bonds which held me down and commanded me to clean out her well fucked pussy.

I crawled to her open thighs and lapped the gooey slop that drained toward her ass. Then I slipped my tongue into the gaping hole that was once her tight pussy and lapped the cum out.

Ann and the others were allowed into the room when we were done.

I knelt obediently at Master Richard's side, gazing lovingly at his soft dangling meat. The malicious looks on everyone faces I knew I was not getting any help or sympathy from this crowd. I feel so much more helpless and pitiful.

He announced to his followers that I was tame, compliant and obedient from now on. You all can use him – but I still have control of his mind. I know the trick to keep it so that none of you can set him free. I know how to keep him as my Slut.

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Jaycee Begins to Bring It All Toget


The afternoon before Thanksgiving Jaycee ran into heavy traffic on Interstate 101 from Palo Alto past Salinas. He realized that he would not get home until around eleven pm. So, he called his parents to let them know that he would be late. His dad told him that they would be picking up his brother and family at LAX airport around ten forty five. Approaching his home a little after eleven, he noticed that all the lights were off except one in his room over the garage.

Parking in the driveway, he grabbed his luggage and made his way up the outside entrance. The door was unlocked. Entering, he found his little Susy sitting on the end of the bed dressed in her white satin robe. "Good evening, my prince." she purred as she rose to face him. Continuing in her silky purr, "Tom went alone to pick up Ricky and his family because we felt they needed the room in the car. When Tom arrived at LAX he found that their flight had been delayed until one thirty or two. Sooo, I thought my prince and his little Susy could romp some in the sack."

Susan began to unbutton his shirt. He smiled and loosened the cord holding her robe closed, "Susy, Susy, my little Susy. You just want my cock planted deep inside of you, don't you? Hummm?" Her answer was to push his shirt off his shoulders. After allowing the shirt to slip past his arms, he pushed the robe off her shoulders. She allowed her robe to join his shirt on the floor. "Humm, my Susy was wearing nothing under her robe, ready for action."

Susan pulled his shorts and underwear past his knees down to the floor. Continuing in her sexy purr, "Yes, my prince. Tom and I got it on this morning. We sent each other off to work with satisfied smiles. But, ohh my prince, I cannot pass up a chance for he who owns my mind and body to ram that thing up sooo very deep inside of me as often as he wants." Then she dropped to her knees and began to suck him up.

He knew that she was not conscious of the fact her presence there tonight and why, was entirely within her programming. He would take this opportunity to complete her reprogramming and make his little Susy the woman he wanted of her. "Ohhh Susy, that feels sooo goood. I'm gonna thump that little pussy of yours. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck it good."

She rose, kissing his abdomen and chest all the way up. Standing, she wrapped her arms around him, "Fuck me anyway you want, my prince. It's your body, do as you wish with it."

Jaycee slipped two fingers into her pussy, "Wet and hot, ready ta go." She smiled. With his fingers still in her pussy, he flipped her onto the bed. "I'm really gonna do it to you, my little Susy." he said as he grabbed a pillow doured it and thrust it under her hips.

"Ooww, pillow under my hips. You're really gonna fuck me right. Do it big boy, fuck mee."she purred as he rammed it in to hilt on the first stroke. She squealed, then hissed, "Yessss my prince, so deep, oh soooo good."

It did not take Susan very long to go off with the long, fast, hard strokes that Jaycee was using to pound her pussy, finishing shortly after her orgasm subsided. They lay facing each other, running fingers over each others body. still panting, he whispered, "You're so very good."

She smiled and purred, "So are you, my prince."

The lovers continued to lay facing each other, communicating in whispers and touches. Susan, still in a purr, updated her prince on the schedule of the following day. That Kittie had ask if she, her oldest mister and his bride could come for breakfast. With her divorce pending, Kittie's husband had moved out of the house and closer to his office. Their middle mister's chose to spend Thanksgiving with his spouse's family. The youngest mister, now working for a campus based Christian organization, thought both parents were sinners and going to hell. He told them that until they got back together, he would pray for them and just stay away.

After spending more than two hours with his little Susy, fucking and completing her reprogramming, Jaycee slipped into bed with Rhonda. She woke up enough to smile at him, cuddle into his arms and go back to relax. There would be enough time for love-making later in the morning.

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Thanksgiving morning found all the women preparing breakfast, or setting the table. Jaycee's man and brother watched pre-game football programs, discussed Stanford's Thanksgiving game on that previous Tuesday and talked about the family business. Jaycee and Brian, Kittie's mister, took a walk into what was called the "Lower 40." It was a vast area in the Thorensen's backyard beyond the pool. Grassy and tree covered, it offered the two college football players a chance to focus on their conversation.

Brian picked up a pine cone a hurled it to the other side of the yard, "You gonna play football in your senior year, Jaycee?"

"Ya know? That's a good question.. I want to graduate with a 4.0 and pass the bar in the upper ten percent . Then go on to pass the bar in a couple of other states. So, if I feel that it got in the way this year, I won't play next year. I'm sure not pro material."

"Yeah, that's what I found. I decided that I want to retire from the navy as a two star admiral. So yeah, I had a three point eight in my junior year. I figured that if I didn't play in my senior year, I had a good chance of graduating with a four point oh and that's what happened. Anyway Jaycee, I had this whole rant worked out on the plane coming here about how you were a blankity blank home wrecker, marriage breaker. Then when we were on our way to baggage claim, what appeared to be a thirty something, shapely, well endowed woman was waving at us. I thought she was making a mistake, or a pass at me. .. Ah, Jaycee... She turned out to be my lady. When we came closer, oh man, her eyes sparkled and she just glows or shines. She's a stunning woman. The last time I can remember my lady looking at all like that was when we received the letter of acceptance to the academy. Jaycee? What I'm saying here is that for a woman in process of divorce, she's lookin' good, really good. Radiant, I think is the word I'm looking for here. So, what I hear, we have you to thank for that. But, damn she looks good. She said you put her into an "F" cup bra?"

Jaycee smiled, "I just lead her to the right shop. They put her into the right one."

"Alright, but they just add to her overall, ah, beauty. I mean, Jaycee? We're talking about my lady here. I've can't ever remember seeing her look so attractive. I'm really at a loss for words to describe the woman that met us at the airport last night. The only similarity to what I know of my lady was her clothing. As usual, she was tastefully and fully clothed."

Jaycee took his time in responding, "Brian? One thing you must understand. Your lady's beauty is from inside out. Like my lady, her beauty is much more than skin deep. But ah, when I first met your lady, she was very vulnerable. Ah, do you know much about Maslow's Hierarchy of Human Needs?"

"Oh yeah, the basic human needs. That number one must be fulfilled before a permister can move onto need number two and so on up to number five."

"That's right. On the first day I met your lady, she was wallowing around in need number one. She would have been an easy lay that afternoon and on into the night, if that's all I wanted."

Brian kicked a stone off the path, "Damn, that bad. I don't think my man has a clue that she was like that. Mostly likely wouldn't care if he was at all aware of her state of mind and I guess her heart."

"Your man, in her heart at least, told her that he didn't love her anymore when he sold off her nest. And then, he leaves her at a different house to deal with a three car garage floor covered with boxes, all marked for a certain room. Some so heavy, she couldn't have moved them. That all together left her needs number two and three totally unfulfilled. That made needs number four and five outta sight. She and I had dinner at our house that night. Listening to her talk about the whole move, I realized that taking possession of her was going to be very, very easy. I just had to take her gently, one small step at a time." Jaycee paused, took a couple of steps, then continued, "Your lady is a very sensitive, gentle woman. She is also a very capable and talented woman. It took me most of the month of June to realize that. July First I took it all, irrevocably. I took everything she had of value, body, mind, heart and soul. She mine until she dies."

"Geez Jaycee, if I hadn't heard that from my lady, I'd have a hard with what you just said. She showed us the band on her right forefinger and told us what it means to her. Also, last night I noticed that she's taken off her wedding rings."

"Yeah, I noticed that this morning. She told me that she would do that once the property settlement was reached."

Brian laughed, "Yeah, they finally got past the possessions part of it. My man and his financial statement. Always concerned with his net worth. Now he's about to loose half of it. That's a joke in itself. He just hates that lawyer my lady choose. Calls her a barracuda. Actually, he called her that F-ing barracuda."

Jaycee chuckled, "Yeah I know, she the one that got me into Stanford Law. Just as your lady acted like a shoehorn to get you into the Navel Academy, she was my shoehorn into Stanford."

"Is that right? My man just hates her. Maybe it's because she got the best of him a his battery of lawyers." Brian paused to laugh with Jaycee, then continued with, "Anyway, Jaycee? The question on my mind right now is this. Ah, is my mom that good a lover that a man your age would take her at her age?"

Jaycee looked at him and smiled, "You say she looks good, even sexy, sensuous. She better in bed. To put it mildly, she's superb, simply superb. And, can get really wild, too."

Brian took several steps, stopped, then turned to Jaycee, "Ya know? For some strange reamister, I find it good to know that a twenty one year old Stanford Law student and football player, finds my lady attractive and a superb lover. That "good morning" kiss she gave you...Wow, arms and legs wrapped around you. Well, let's just say that it left no doubt in my mind who her man is right now. I've just gotta tell her that I think she made a very good catch. That's not speaking for my brothers or man, I want you to know."

Cindy had a big smile on her face, "That good, huh? Well, I'm glad we all came along and settled you down." She took another sip of her coffee, "Jaycee? What do you think about Kittie giving you some youngren?"

Sitting up in his chair, he placed his elbows on the table and wrapped both hands around his coffee cup, "Yeah well, that's up to the good doctor. Should she have anymore and how many is totally Doctor Samuel's decision. I know one thing for sure. We need to deal with it right now. So, I think the three of us will set down during winter break and come to some decision."

"That sounds good, Jaycee. Kittie will like that."

They were silent for a few minutes. Then he stood up, "Time to give it all up, m'lady. Let's haul the dishes into the kitchen. Then we can take care of them later." After they deposited the dishes in the kitchen sink, he took her by the hand and lead her upstairs to the bedroom.

Already wet and hot, Jaycee gave Cindy's pussy a few minutes of tongue work. Almost driving her into an orgasm without penetration. Then he slammed his eleven inches all the up inside her on the first stroke. Usually silent until orgasm, she save out little grunts, "Uh, Uh, Uh," on the down strokes. When the orgasm came upon on her it was like it caught her by surprise. The five foot ten inch woman wrapped her long arms and legs around him, "Uh, Uh, Ohhhh yes, my prince. Fuck meeee, Ohhh, fuck me good."

As her orgasm subsided he rolled her over on top of him, "Ride that cock, Cindy. Ride it from top to bottom."

As he took her "D" cup breasts into his hands, she threw back her head, ""Ohhh yesss, my prince, what a ride it is. Ohhhh, here it comes again. Ohhh, so good."

Damn, he enjoyed fucking his women and Cindy was no exception. He enjoyed the audio/visual part of sex with them. He especially enjoyed the feeling of his hands wrapped around their breasts and his cock buried deep in their body. He also enjoyed it when they went orgasmic and he exploded deep within their womb.

Bringing her up onto her hands and knees, gripping her shoulders, he pounded her pussy some more, "Ohhh, Ohhh my prince, I Uh, Uh, I don't know, Uh, Uh, Uh, how much more, Ohhh, I can't handle much, Uh, Uh, more of ... Ohhh, Ohhh yesss, I'm going off again. Ohh yesss, so wild."

When her orgasm peaked, he rolled them over onto their sides. Gripping one of her legs, and holding it up, he took hold of one of her breasts with the other hand. This time it was not slow and easy. He thumped her into another orgasm. Erupting deep within her, he deposited another load.

When his cock receded and slipped out of her, she rolled onto her back, still up close to him. Panting, she whispered, "I can't remember ever getting it like that. Not that it was bad. It was very good, but..."

He ran his fingers onto her lips, "Shhh, rest now, because you haven't seen or felt anything yet." With no defining expression on her faced, she just gazed at him. For almost a half hour they kissed and whispered sweet nothings to each other. His fingers roaming over her body. Then the next thing she knew, she was on her knees before her prince, sucking his cock up ready for action.

The second round was started off with Cindy on her hands and knees. Jaycee again gripping her shoulders and pounded her into another wild orgasm. Before it subsided, he rolled them over into the missionary position. With a doured pillow under her hips, he placed the calves of her legs on his shoulders and pumped her orgasm to a higher level. Rolling them over, he placed her on top and gripped her breasts. Running her up and down on his shaft, he perpetuated her orgasm. Now, it seemed have no beginning or end and she didn't have a clue as to which position he was using. There were no peaks or valleys to her orgasm, only a very high ridge. Her jaw dropped open, but she could not make a sound. The ecstasy that she was experiencing was beyond anything she had ever felt before. Then he brought her down off her orgasmic ridge, impaled her on his cock with her feet together behind him, her hands on his shoulders. Taking a firm grip on her breasts, he brought her down further, deeper, into deep magictism.

Jaycee had brought Cindy into magicsis several times before. However, now he was much more s*******ed at it. He had two complete successes behind him in Kittie and Rhonda and to a certain extent his own lady, little Susy.

With Cindy impaled on his cock and under deep magicsis, he felt a huge sense of triumph. He set her password and instructed her on what it would take to ever go into magicsis again. Then he completed the taking of her body, mind, heart and soul. As he slipped the gold band on her right forefinger, he told her that she was entirely his now until the day she died. He would complete the little bit of programing she needed during the following rainy day.

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About three in the afternoon the lovers decided to cruise the antique shops in the area. then look for some place to get dinner. As they walked out to the car Jaycee mentioned, "Now, you can fully appreciate what my little Susy had to say the day after I took her."

Cindy stopped, planted her feet together and said emphatically, "Yes I do and yes you did. My little pussy is cherry red and I can still feel your grip on my breasts!"

Taking a couple of steps closer to her, he ran his fingers over her cheeks, neck and shoulders, "Humm, my precious Cynthia, I love you. Your sweet little pussy will recover, most likely by tomorrow morning. But, the feeling of my grip on your breasts will always be there."

She gave him one of her gentle little smiles, "I love you too, my prince."

After checking out a couple of shops in Bass Lake, they cruised over to Oakhurst. As they entered into one of the shops, Cindy glanced into the glass display case by the cash register, "Jaycee, look at the beautiful set of wedding rings in the case."

The shopkeeper came around behind the glass case, "Can I show you those rings?"

Cindy brought her hands together about chest high, "Yes, please!"

As the shopkeeper drew the rings out of the case and placed them on the counter, he commented, "Unlike most of the jewelry I bring in here, I have quite a bit of documentation on these rings. They're about one hundred and twenty five years old. Came from one of the old families of this area." As Cindy looked the set over, even slipping them on her finger, he drew a file up from under the glass case, "Here's the hand written receipt from the jeweler that crafted the settings. It has with it his receipt from the diamond cutter. Then I sent the rings into have the stones graded. Here is their response. It say that they are very good quality."

Noticing that Cindy was completely taken by the rings, Jaycee asked, "How much?"

The shopkeeper asked, "You two gettin' hitched?"

Cindy bubred as she turned the set of rings over in her fingers, "Oh yeah, we just haven't been rings shopping yet."

The shopkeeper closed the file, "Well, I have had this set in here for quite a while at twenty five hundred dollars. But, knowin' they would go on your finger, I'll take fifteen hundred."

Jaycee realized that he could spend ten times that and not make Cindy as happy as she would be with this antique set. "Tellya what." he said placing a credit card on the counter, "Why don't we say sixteen. That way you'll end up fifteen hundred."

The shopkeeper smiled, "You got a deal."

As Jaycee handed him the credit card he turned to Cindy, "Why don't you go look around and see if there is any thing else you want while we are here." When she had gone further into the store, Jaycee turned to the shopkeeper and as he signed for the credit card purchase, he ask, "If you were gonna take your wife out for a steak dinner, where would you take her?"

The shopkeeper drew a map on the back of Jaycee's receipt for the rings, "I'll call over there and ask them to hold you a table in a nice secluded spot. You gonna give her the engagement ring tonight?"

"Yeah, that's my current plan."

"Good, I'll put them in two little boxes." The shopkeeper pulled out a pen knife. "They are made to snap together, very unusual for the time period. So, on the big day, you slide the wedding ring up against the engagement ring and they cling together." he said as he separated the rings with the knife.

With the deal complete and the rings in Jaycee's pockets, Cindy returned after cruising the store, "I found a beautiful piece of sterling silver holloware. I think Kittie will just love it." she said, pulling out one of her credit cards and handing it to the shopkeeper, "I'm gonna give it to her for Christmas."

Leaving the antique shop, Jaycee took Cindy's hand. Walking to the car, he said, "It's five thirty, ya wanta go get some dinner?"

Arriving at their car, she said, "That sounds good to me. Any place is fine, you choose. Now, instead of ring shopping Sunday, maybe you can take me in for my branding tat."

Jaycee looked at his woman/wife to be, looking deep into her eyes and like Kittie and Rhonda, saw total presentation, total surrender, "Yeah, we can do that. We'll go right from here to the tattoo shop. Do you want one of the others to be there with us?"

She gave him a big warm smile, "Thank you, but no. I think my prince, my fiancé will be enough support."

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The table was perfect. Candle lit, secluded, it set a romantic tone for a guy to give a girl an engagement ring. After the dinner dishes were removed and a second glass of wine poured, Jaycee drew out the little box with the proper ring in it. As he brought up her left hand, he noticed that her eyes sparkled and she was much more radiant than usual. He looked at the ring as he slipped it on her finger, "Some big women in that family. You'll haveta have both re-sized."

With a fixed smile on her face, "No problem, there's an old jeweler over on Van Nuys Boulevard that will be happy to take care of that for me."

"Good, that's good." he said, taking a sip of wine. "Ah, I guess I should ask once more, just to be sure. Do you really want to be my wife and share me with four others?"

"Yes, yesss! 'Til I die, yess!!" she replied, bouncing in her seat. Then she laid her right hand over her left hand. Laying the band he had placed on her right hand next to the ring on her left hand, "Oh Jaycee, my prince, I feel so satisfied, so complete. Just so complete and free."

"What do you mean 'free'?" he asked.

With the big smile still there, she replied, "The ring on my left hand tells the world that I am not available anymore. The band on my right hand reminds me that I have nothing to give anybody. It all belongs to you. I am free of that mantle, single and available."

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Hypnotic Sex Slaves...



"Harry, you never spend any time with your family! You are always at your damned office seeing patients."

"Jennifer, you like to live well and so do I. If I don't spend that time seeing patients we are going to have to cut back on things like the opera box and the European vacations. What brought this outburst up?" I knew that Jennifer did not complain about my hours unless she had something pretty specific.

"It's the twins. They have been moping around. Complaining that 'life is not fair' "

"What does that mean?" Our twin boys, Stan and Sean, were eighteen and suffering from late adolescence insecurities. As a psychologist I could recognize the symptoms, but I sure wasn't going to try to deal with it.

"They went out on a double date and the girls were rude to them. They felt completely rejected."

"Terrific, what do you want me to do about it?"

"You are the famous psychologist, couldn't you do something for them?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, magictize them to be happy, something?"

"Jennifer, you know that I won't screw around with our youngren."

"Could you find them some girls who would make them feel good?"

"Make them feel good? How the fuck am I suppose to find girls that would make Sean and Stan happy?" When I got frustrated I swore. Jennifer was used to it and ignored it.

"I don't know. Maybe you have patients who would like the twins?"

"Jennifer, I can't just tell a patient that I have two over sexed, eighteen year old misters that want to be made to feel good."

"You know, Harry, I put up with all kinds of cuckolds brownie from you and when I ask you to do something, you make fun of me." Jennifer was beginning to look teary. Great!

"All right, all right, don't cry. I'll try to do something." I didn't have the slightest idea what. But, I sure knew that I wanted to quiet her. Jennifer's man was Charles Slade, a very rich man who had given us a lot of money. Charlie was ninety two and Jennifer was the apple of his eye and only young. I was planning on how I was going to invest his hundred million dollars.

I forgot the conversation immediately. I never expected the subject to come up again, until ...

"Dad, Mom said you were going to get Sean and I a couple of beautiful concubines." Oh, Good! Stan was practically drooling. The twins were reamisterably good looking young men, about six feet, 185 pounds, in athletic condition. They were just insecure.

"Stan, did your lady say how I was to do this feat?"

"Sure, she said you would convince a couple of your famous patients that Sean and I were terrific and they should be nice to use." He had a lear on his face when he said "nice."

"When is this going to happen, Sean and I are tired of being virgins?" That was subtle. On one hand, I was pleased the twins felt they could talk to me, on the other hand, in this case I had too much information. Clearly their lady thought I would do something. If I didn't do something Jennifer would feel that I embarrassed her with the twins. Not good.

"I'll keep working on it."

"Soon, please?"

"Soon."

The next day at the office I went over my patient list. I had one patient, a young aspiring actress, who was afraid of flying. She was seeing me to overcome her phobia. I had been treating her conventionally, with therapy. We were exploring her history to discover the root of her phobia. I thought it probably related to her favorite aunt dying when she was twelve. Her phobia was actually a fear of dying.

Her family was rich and they could afford extended therapy. She had been coming in twice a week for about two months. She was still deathly afraid of flying, but now she would get on planes without fear of having a panic attack. She still needed a lot of work. I was certain she would accept magicsis as a treatment option. Her name was Charlotte. She would be in today.

Charlotte was very pretty. She looked like "Buffy the Vampire Killer." "Charlotte, this is going very slowly. Would you like to try magicsis?"

"Oh, yes, Dr. Windsor, that would be wonderful."

"Buffy, I'm sorry, Charlotte, sit in the large chair." She giggled. I had made that slip several times and had explained that was my favorite TV show.

"Put your head back and relax. Watch my finger. As it gets closer to your nose you will feel your self going into a trance. As the finger gets closer, the trance will get deeper. When the finger touches your nose you will be in a very deep trance." I slowly brought my finger toward her nose as I spoke. Her eyes started to cross and then her eyes closed when I touched her nose.

"Your whole body is limp and you feel yourself floating deeper and deeper. Can you hear me?"

She answered in a dreamy voice. "Yes, I hear you."

"Charlotte, I am going to waken you by counting to three. You will waken from a very deep trance. You will not remember anything that I have done since you entered this room. Do you understand?"

"Yes." In the same voice.

"When you wake you will do everything I say, without question or hesitation. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"One, two, three."

She slowly opened her eyes. She looked around. "What are we going to talk about today?"

"Today, I wanted to talk about how you relate to your lady. Lift your right hand in the air and hold it there."

She lifted her right hand straight up and acted as if nothing had happened. "How do you get along with your lady?"

She started to talk without lowering her arm. "Why are you keeping your arm in the air?"

"I don't know."

"Open your blouse."

Without hesitation she unbuttoned her blouse. She had a pink bra on. "Take off your bra."

Again without hesitation she removed her bra. Her breasts were magnificent. Very firm. She really did not need a bra. She obviously got sun without wearing one. She kept right on talking about her lady.

"Charlotte, go into an even deeper trance."

She fell back with her arm still in the air. After every move she put her hand back in the air.

"Charlotte, are you a virgin?"

"No."

"Do you have a boy friend?"

"No."

I couldn't resist. I took my penis out of my pants. It was already getting erect. I walked up to her. Charlotte, give me a blow job?"

She opened her eyes and looked at my erect penis. She bent forward took it into her hand and guided it into her mouth. It was very warm and wet. She seemed to be familiar with the procedure. She quickly sucked me to ejaculation. She swallowed the load. I took out a napkin and wiped her face. While there I felt her breasts. Firm satin. Well, back to the matter at hand. Charlotte was clearly a very good subject.

I had her put her clothes back on. The next patient was due in fifteen minutes. I told her we spent the period talking about her lady and she would feel a little better about flying. I also told her that I would be calling her and she would not remember the telephone calls.

"When you hear my voice you will go into a trance. No one else in the room will know that you are in a trance. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"When ever I take your left hand and hold it you will go into a deep waking trance. Only I will know you are in a trance. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

She got dressed, thanked me for a productive session and agreed to come back in two days.

My last patient was at 7:00 PM. I called Charlotte at home. She had her own apartment in an expensive part of town. "Charlotte, this is Dr. Windsor."

"Yes, Dr. Windsor."

"Are you alone?"

"No, I am not alone."

"Who is with you?"

"My best friend, Grace."

"Tell Grace you would like her to meet me and I was going by your apartment on my way home. I had to pick up your insurance papers for processing."

"Grace, Dr. Windsor is coming by for some insurance papers. He has to come by here on his way home. I'd like you to meet him?"

"What did she say?"

"She would like to meet you."

"I'll be right there."

Charlotte lived ten minutes from the office. While driving over I mulled over what I was going to do with this opportunity. If I blatantly tried to magictize Charlotte's friend and it didn't work I would be in deep cuckolds brownie. She would wonder what was going on and could cause serious problems. Subtlety was called for. I hoped my wife and kids appreciated what I was doing for them.

It was a small luxury apartment building in a cul-de-sac. When I rang the door bell Charlotte let me in. She had changed to Jeans and a t shirt.

"Dr. Windsor, please come in. What was it you needed?"

I took her left hand. Holding it firmly, I whispered to her. "Tell Grace that I am really neat and I make you feel good and you want me to make her feel good too,"

Grace was a cute women who appeared to be about twenty two. She was similarly dressed.

"Grace, Dr. Windsor is really neat. He makes me feel so good. I asked him if he could make you feel good too."

"How do you make Charlotte feel so good, doctor?"

"By magicsis, would you like to try?"

"Can you make me do things I don't want to do?"

"Of course not. That is well known that you can't make someone do something that they wouldn't want to do. I can make you relaxed, comfortable and feel very good."

"Charlotte, what do you think?"

"Do it Grace, do it." She said that with great enthusiasm.

"All right. I'll give it a try."

"Let me demonstrate on Charlotte first. It always goes better when the potential subject sees another permister succumb.

"Charlotte sit in this chair." I led her to an over stuffed chair in the living room. I took her left hand and held it.

"Charlotte count to ten. With each number you will go into a deeper trance. At ten you will be in a deep trance." I could have recited Happy Birthday and it would have had the same result. Charlotte went into a deep trance. Her body relaxed completely.

"I will no wake you by counting three. When you wake up you will feel fabulous and you will describe how you feel to Grace." I was slightly concerned that Charlotte's amnesia would be apparent to Grace and I thought it was too soon for that. By having her describe how she felt neither one would realize that Charlotte was somnambulistic.

"One, two, three."

"Oh, Grace I feel radiant. You just have to try it!" She was really enthusiastic.

"Grace, you want to try?"

"Sure."

"Charlotte, let Grace sit in the big chair. You sit on the couch. Grace, count to ten. With each number your body will feel more relaxed. At ten your body will be completely limp. Put your head back, close your eyes and relax." I knew that Grace was conditioned by watching Charlotte. My only issue now was whether Grace was somnambulistic. If she was going to remember what happened while she was magictized that would not work in this case.

Grace counted to ten. I watched her body as she counted. It became visually more relaxed and when she got to ten it was completely limp. "Grace, you are in a deep trance. Your trance is so deep that you will not be able to move. Try to raise your arm?"

Grace tried to raise her arm. She slightly shifted her shoulder and nothing else happened. I let her struggle for a while. Struggles like that are the best way to dramatically deepen a trance.

"I am going to waken you by counting to three. When you waken you will still not be able to move and you will not know why. When ever I hold your left hand you will go back into a deep trance. One, two three."

Grace opened her eyes but did nothing else.

"Grace could you help me get a file?"

Grace just lay there.

"Grace is something wrong?"

"No, I just can't move."

"Why not?"

She started to laugh. She had a pleasant laugh. "I don't know."

I took her left hand and held it. "Grace go back into a deep trance."

I took Charlotte's left hand and didn't say anything. "Did you girls have any plans for tonight?"

Grace spoke. "No, we were just going to hang together."

That was true. " Grace do you have a serious boy friend?" "Not right now."

"Grace are you a virgin?"

"No."

"When ever you hear my voice or think of my voice the two of you will both get very sexually aroused. Do you both understand?"

They both said yes in unimister. "Are you aroused now?"

They again both said yes in unimister. "I want you both to take off all of your clothes. Fold them neatly."

They both stood up and began to pull off their jeans. Then their shirts came off. What bodies. In unimister they both took off their panties and bras and stood before me naked. Charlotte was a real blonde and Grace was a brunette. They both looked like they worked out. I was glade I stayed in shape. I would be better able to test the merchandise for my twins.

I quickly took off my clothes. "Grace, you suck my penis and Charlotte you lick Grace's cunt." At my age, I wasn't sure how long it would take me to get hard again. Grace sucked with enthusiasm and Charlotte licked Grace. I wondered whether that was a new thing. I would have to ask. Clearly Grace enjoyed it. I did get hard.

"Charlotte, get on your hands and knees right here. Grace you get on your hands and knees in front of Charlotte. Charlotte, I am going to push my penis into you while you lick Grace. You will cum when you feel me ejaculate. " They took the positions. My plan was to finish in Charlotte's ass if I could hold on. Not to worry, nature helps out 55 year old men that way. After a few minutes of very pleasant pumping I told Charlotte that I was changing point of entry. I pulled out of her vagina and put my dripping penis up to her anus. "Charlotte relax your sphincter."

She did and I pushed. It was glorious. I was thanking my misters for being insistent. When I came, both women had their orgasms. Grace made moaning noises and Charlotte vibrated on my penis and said "Oh, oh, oh."

"We all need to wash up. Lets all of us go into the shower."

We all went into the shower and washed off. I was truly enjoying myself. When we finished washing I had the women dress and come back into the living room.

"I am going to wake both of you. You will feel wonderful and will not remember what we did. You will not know you have been magictized. You will do everything I tell you while I hold your left hands. Grace you sit in this chair in front of me and Charlotte you sit on my right. I took both of their left hands.

I want you to call my house tomorrow and tell my mister Sean that the two of you want to go out with Sean and Stan. You will make a date to meet at my house. Do the two of you understand?"

They both said yes. I let go of their hands.

"How do the two of you feel?"

"Terrific, in unimister."

"I have two handsome twins I wish the two of you could meet?"

Grace spoke. "Dr. Windsor, I'm sure that we can do that."

That night I told Jennifer that everything was under control.

"Oh, Harry, that is wonderful." She then gave me a passionate kiss. My mind was willing but clearly, the body wasn't. I gently stopped her as she was reaching for my fly.

"Honey, it's been a hard day at the office. I am worn out."

The next day at dinner Stan announced that one of my patients had called and said she and a girl friend wanted to meet Sean and him. I told him to make the date and have them meet at the house Sunday, when I would be home.

The boys did that. Now I had to decide how to proceed. I knew I had decided long ago that I would not practice my profession on my youngren, but this was different. I could not take a chance that something would go wrong. I told the boys to meet me in my office at seven tomorrow morning to discuss their upcoming date.

The next morning we left at the same time in our own vehicles. When we got to the office, I ushered the boys into my office. I had two hours until my first patient. The boys had to be at the university by ten.

"I wanted to meet you guys here because I don't think your lady should be involved in this guy thing. Do you agree?" They both agreed. "I want to magictize you two to make sure that you perform Sunday. Is that all right?"

"Why would you want to do that, Dad?" From Sean.

"The two of you are nervous about the date, right?"

They looked at each other then at me. They glumly shook their heads yes.

"Well, I am going to condition you so that you will be confident and won't be nervous."

"Okay, Dad. We'll do it."

"Both of you sit on the couch. On the opposite ends. Watch this spinning dial. " I had a dial that I sometimes used to capture the subjects attention. "As the dial spins you will feel yourself sinking into a trance. Deeper and deeper. Your eyelids are getting heavy and you can't keep your eyes open. Your eyes are locked tight, you can't open them." I repeated the process for several minutes. When I was sure they were under I tested them.

"Try to open your eyes?" They tried and couldn't. "When I count to three you will waken. When I say relax you will go into an even deeper trance."

"One, two, three." They opened their eyes.

"When are you going to magictize us?" By Stan.

"Sleep.' They both slumped. "On Sunday when you meet the girls you will feel very confident. Stan you will be with Grace and Sean you will take Charlotte. You will suggest that they go to Charlotte's apartment. The girls will agree. When you get there I will be there. You will not see me. You will hear me in your minds and do everything I tell you."

I told them that they would not remember being magictized and woke them. When they woke we swapped dating fables. After a while we broke up after I hugged both boys and told them I loved them.

Sunday, right on cue, the women showed up. I had previously conditioned them to suggest going back to Charlotte's apartment. I left ahead of them and went to the apartment. They drove separately and arrived at the same time. I was already in the apartment, having received a key from Charlotte.

"This is a swell apartment you have, here" My sophisticated mister, Sean. I stepped into the room.

"Sleep, all of you."

They all sprawled on the floor. All of them were in jeans and shirts. "When I wake you, you will feel very aroused. You will take all of your clothes off, getting even more aroused as you do so. Sean you will carry Charlotte into the bedroom. Stan, you will stay with Grace in this room. I will direct what you do next."

They all woke up and took their clothes off. The women were eyeing the boy's penises. They were large and quite erect. So much so that getting the pants off was difficult. When they were all naked, Sean went over to Charlotte and swooped her up. The boys were involved with athletics and were strong. Charlotte put her right hand around his neck and her left hand on his erect cock. The three of us went into the bedroom.

"Stan, Grace, freeze until I come back."

"Sean, tell Charlotte to give you a blow job."

"Charlotte, give me a blow job."

Charlotte proceeded to suck his cock while holding his balls. "Sean, you will not ejaculate until I tell you." Charlotte sucked for about a minute. Sean looked like he was in pain. "Sean you can ejaculate."

He shot and she swallowed. He seemed to go on forever. "Charlotte, keep sucking Sean until he becomes erect again." I figured I had three minutes. Oh to be 18. I went back to Stan and Grace. They hadn't moved.

Stan was erect. I felt Grace, she was a swamp. "Grace, lay on your back with your legs spread and your knees bent." She did. "Stan, take your penis and put it into her." He did.

"Stan, pump until I tell you to cum. Grace, when you feel Stan cum you will have an orgasm."

I went back to Sean and Charlotte. He was still pumping. This time it was Charlotte who looked in pain. "Sean you can ejaculate."

Charlotte screamed and Sean screamed "Yeah!"

I went back to Stan. He looked in great pain. "Stan, you can cum." He screamed and Grace whooped. They then held each other. Now was the primary reamister that I set all of this up.

I brought them all back to the living room. "Sleep, all of you." They all slumped back on the floor. Naked.

"When I wake you, you will feel very good. Grace, you will feel very comfortable with Stan and Charlotte you will feel comfortable with Sean. Sean and Stan you will feel good thoughts about Grace and Charlotte. You will remember making love you will not remember being magictized.

Grace and Charlotte from now on you will be sex slaves for Stan and Sean. When ever either Sean or Stan speaks to you you will become aroused and want to do what ever they ask. Only I am able to release you from your sexual slavery. You will not want to be released. You will enjoy every contact with them.

Sean and Stan will always be considerate and never hurt either woman. None of you will ever tell anyone outside this room that you were all four together naked. It will be your shared secret. One, two three."

They all opened their eyes. They looked at each other. Charlotte started to laugh. Pretty soon they were all laughing. I quietly left. When I got home, Jennifer was waiting for me.

"Where were you?"

"I was making sure that Sean and Stan got a good start."

"Did they?"

"They sure did!"

A pleasant experience of the past thirty days in which you became sexually aroused in some kind of way, this may be a quiet thought you had, the site of someone, a sexual experience or a desire, but whatever it is, I want you to go back to that place where you were aroused and breath in and out as you continue to stroke your dick just so to the point that it is fully hard but not so much so that you go over the verge - remember now that all of your sexual pleasure is related to the sound of my voice and the level of your concentration.

The more you relax, the deeper you allow yourself to fall into the spell the more erotic pleasure you feel. There you go as you descend deeper and deeper into the trance you feel an erotic charge fill your body so that your nipples become warm, your face flushed, and even your little ass feels peaked, as though ready for something to enter it. With each quiet deep breath you take in like that you fall deeper into the trance and as your reward for falling into a relaxed state is the continuation of your sexual pleasure.

Now that memory of that special sexual experience is causing you to feel even more relaxed. But it's time to get up from the chair you've been sitting in and move through the house on to the second doorway, go up to the second doorway and step inside filled with anticipation and excitement for what it might bring you.

This room is almost identical to the first, except the color is gold. This is the Gold room, and there is that reclining chair in the center of the room. Since your experience was so good the first time, you walk to that reclining chair again, sit down in it, and now you just lean back. As you do, you bring into your mind the memory of a very pleasant experience of the past twelve months - the past year, an experience where you were highly erotically charged. As you remember this moment you feel the same erotic sensation fill your body but without doubt or shame. Slowly breathe in and out and think of your dick being hard and set your mind so it is prepared for sexual gratification.

All right, it's time to get up from that chair, and you move into the third room. This is the Blue room. It's exactly like the first two, except for the color. You walk to that chair, you sit down in it, and you lean back. But as you lean back, there's something very interesting occurring. What's occurring is that the chair now is on a hydraulic hoist, and it begins to slowly move down. It's going down into that lower level, passing right down through the floor. As you're going right down, deeper, sitting in a very relaxed comfortable position. Now it stops, and you're down into the basement. As you stand up from the chair, there's one door ahead with a sign that says, "The Room of Nothingness."

You walk to the door, turn the knob, and step inside. As you do, your eyes narrow down and you hesitate, because it's very dim in this room and the door closes behind you. There's a strange feeling beneath your feet, because you're standing on a foam rubber pad which is three inches thick.

Now the door is closed and your eyes slowly become accustomed to the gloom. There is a kind of a rosy glow in the room. You take a few more steps in and you decide to just sit down. Now you sit down and you feel this soft foam, three inches thick, cradling you so comfortably that you just decide to lay back.

Now all the light is gone and the room is filled with nothingness. As you lie there, that nothingness moves across your mind. You mind is filled with thoughts of me and ways that you can please me and the main way that you can please me is very simple so you feel extremely relieved that pleasing me is so easy and at the same time so exiting for you.

The way that you can please me is by being a gorgeous, beautiful, succulent 19 year old girl. Not any old girl, but a true beauty. I want you to take a moment and allow yourself to imagine this girl, the girl is what your *** chooses as the perfect size and weight, first I want you to picture what the perfect females beautiful painted toes would look like, would they be polished or clear, what is the color of the polish, are you wearing shoes, or are you still barefoot.

Look down at your gorgeous beautiful perfect youthful feet and imagine the curve of your heal running into a beautifully smooth and perfect calf. Your calf is exactly how it should be for the most beautiful girl in the world, shaped just as it should be and you can picture it taught and firm and curved as though you were on tip toes stretching upward with until your thighs tensed in that incredibly beautiful way your gorgeous thighs tense, look down and see your incredible thighs, show them to yourself, allow yourself to enjoy their shape and texture as they slope upward and then curve ever so delicately back towards your vigina.

Yes, now I want you to imagine your vagina - your perfect little vagina, take a moment and sit cross-legged, let your cute girly skirt hike up and examine the folds of your pussy. Maybe its shaved clean or groomed in a way that's appealing to you, after all you are most incredibly gorgeous and beautiful girl in the entire world and your vagina looks just as you would expect the most perfect and succulent lickable, fuckable vagina to look.

Oooooh notice your vagina is tingling, down there at the base of it by your perineum, the clean smooth beautiful stretch of skin that stretches achingly from your vagina to your asshole. Your asshole is so beautiful, pink and rosey, like a little deliciously clean button surrounded by two incredibly toned and shaped globes of your perfect ass. You love your ass don't you? You think your ass is the most incredible ass ever, and it feels so good now as you get on your hands and knees and arch your back so that your pert tight ass sticks high up in the air, and your flat incredible tummy stretches taught.

What does your stomach look like? Do you have tan lines from your sexy bikini, is your belly button pierced, like a little tart, and goodness, imagine your breasts hanging from your chest. Doesn't it feel incredibly to have round beautiful breasts, the most incredible breasts in the entire world? I bet it does. What kind of breast do you have, imagine their size and their shape, look down at your chest and allow yourself to see your wonderful breasts. In your mind call them your tits, your man pleasers, and know that men watch you as you walk down the street desiring your pretty little ass and your perfect tits, your flat little stomach, the curve of your thigh and your beautiful face. Passing a store window you look at your face. You're not surprised, you know you're beautiful, but looking back in the reflection is your image, the image of the most striking and incredible woman in the world. Gosh you are gorgeous. Look at your flowing hair. What color is it? And your eyes. Are your sparkling eyes gorgeous? You bet they are. Pools of delicious color tempting and taunting anyone who looks in them and that mouth, oh that mouth with those full lips, that thick glossy lipstick, no man could ever resist you, and it occurs to you that that is exactly what you want to be. Irresistible to men, to have men desire you and follow you down the street, call you names and use you for their sexual pleasure.

You love giving men sexual pleasure don't you? Of course you do. You are a pretty gorgeous, incredible female, and what pretty gorgeous, incredible female could possibly resist the feeling of a strong dominant man's hands on her body. Do you feel them now on your ass, those powerful manly hands, making you feel so small and dainty and weak as they massage the cheeks of your ass. Feel as your vagina surges and slicks wet with anticipation.

He pushes you to your knees and you are staring at a large hard thick bulge through his pants. Now listen to me, I want you open his pants and pull out his penis, I want you to choose to take out his penis and hold it in your hands. Admire it. See how big and thick and meaty it is, admire it for the beautiful penis it is. I want you to think to yourself, this penis is incredible, it is my privilege to touch it. Does it feel like a privilege, well it is a privilege because you are a horney little fuckable whore.

Say it to yourself become familiar with the mental image of yourself not just as an incredibly gorgeous girl, but as a horney, fuckable little whore. A fuck cunt. That's right, you are a fuck cunt, and the reamister for your being is to have penises put inside you. Big cocks in your mouth and your ass. That's all you ever wanted isn't it is to have cocks rubbed in your face and over your ass, to be on your hands and knees with one big dick up your ass and the other in your mouth, desperately waiting for cum to be shot all up your ass and in your face. Oh you're such a little cunt, such a little girly prissy faggot cock sucking cunt.

I want you to say it, I want to imagine yourself and then imagine the words in front of you - prissy, sissy, faggot, cunt, who wants dick. So it to yourself. Say, I am a prissy, sissy, faggot, cunt, who wants dick. You want dick don't you? You want it every which way you can have it. You want lots of men touching you, roughly using you like a little cunt whore, spraying their semen on your face, and using you for money, you like getting spanked too, isn't that right?

Why do you like getting spanked I wonder? Well of course because your just a fairy cock sucker, a little whore slut for dick, now be a good little whore slut and get up on your knees. That's right I want you stick your pretty little girly ass in the air and pull your panties down so that they stretch at your knees, your face is pressed down against the bedspread and you are reaching back and pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Around you is a room full of men, big strong muscular men and they are naked, and they all have enormous penises that they are stroking, you are so incredibly horney, in fact you have never felt so incredibly aroused in your entire life than you are right now. Think of those men looking at you as a little girly sex object. You feel yourself getting so unbelievable aroused and yet you are unable to climax, do you understand, you may not climax, you may just feeling the most intense desire to ejaculate but its as though you are unable to let go, and you know why and you know how you can get satisfaction.

You will only be able to relieve this aching longing horneyness by being used like a fuckable, cunt, bitch, slut. A cuntslut bitch with a dick in your mouth and another in your ass. You're a little piece of cuckolds brownie whore who is only good for sex, and the only pleasure you can receive is by pleasing men by letting them fuck your ass and mouth. C'mon cunt whore beg for those dicks. Repeat these words after me "I am a little cunt bitch, please feed your hard aching cock into my mouth and my ass" Think of how you are such a little cunt slut. Beg for cock. Beg the large muscle bound man in front of you to press his big full testicle sack into your face. Beg - please may I suck your balls like a little cunt whore. You are a little cunt whore you're a ball sucking, little cunt whore. As you feel his hot balls against your face you feel another giant cock fill your ass. Doesn't that feel good? Doesn't that feel good to be sawed into like that to fuck and suck like a little cunt whore, are you ready you little cunt whore because those two big penises are ready, one to shoot all over your face and the other to fill your hot little ass with spunk, get ready, c'mon cunt, get ready to cum bitch, they're fucking you, you slut, you whore, your ass bitch, cum, cum , cum, release like a little slut whore. He's slapping your ass and fucking you. He's getting ready, think of those two hot raging hardons pointing at your face, you're the bitch, beg them to cum so you can cum, Cum on, you little sissy ass bitch, when I count to three they are going to cum on your face and when you feel semen on you will feel like the hottest little cunt in the world. They're ready. Are you ready, look at they're cocks, here it comes, one . . . . Two . . . . THREE! CUM you little sissy bitch.

Good, now rest, breath in and out, in and out, remember not to lose your trance or I will be very angry. Now when you wake up from this experience, you'll remember what you want of it, you'll take away from it what you, but one thing that you absolutely will remember is that I know something about you that you don't want anyone else to know. You know that because of this information I have total control over you and can destroy you whenever I want. Remember that I am nice, I have a good heart, and remember how powerful I am that I was able to give you such pleasure, but also know that the worst possible thing you could do to yourself is to cross me, or to irritate me in any way. Now what is going to happen now is that I am going to count to three and when I do you are going to wake up, look at me sheepishly, clean yourself off, get dressed, and leave my house.

When you leave you will have this wonderful feeling, a feeling that you are incredibly lovable and special and beautiful, and that the whole world is pulling for you. You will know that you are loved, and that your life has meaning, and tomorrow, whatever you choose to do, you will do it with your best attitude and effort. Remember first, do not cross me, and when I tell you to do something to do it, remember second that you are a loveable intelligent, beautiful and wonderful permister. Ok, I am going to count to three now and on three I'd like you to wake up. One . . . Two . . . Three . . .

I awoke, just like that from fainting. I don't know how my clothes got off me, I just remember coming in the door.

"Chelsea, I'm naked" I said confused like a little boy.

"Alex." Was all she said. I went to the bathroom and cleaned what seemed to be semen off my belly. I felt a little sheepish, and embarrassed, both about being naked, and about causing Chelsea such an inconvenience. I quickly cleaned dressed and left. As I left it was still bitter cold, but I felt exhilarated and rested. The cold air was delicious and clean. I quickly walked the dozens of blocks to my house, wonderful visions of encryption schemes, keys and formulas going through my brain. In the morning I called my man.

"Dad, I need money . . . I know how you feel but this is different. I'm going into business, and I need startup capital. I finally get what you've been saying dad, its time to stop letting my life pass me like a spectacle and take control." The next morning I woke up and started my life. I'd never known I could feel this good.

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Dog Daze


"Ariel, don't you dare pee on the bed!"

I smiled at my little joke. Ariel wouldn't do that, of course. Ariel was my adorable, prize-winning Yorkshire Terrier, and she was far too well behaved for that kind of behavior. I had brushed her coat until it shined, and now it was time for our walk.

I attached the leash to her harness and we made our way towards the front door. We stopped briefly by the full-length mirror and made a final inspection. My black hair was cut to perfection and I looked exactly like the serious up-and-coming businesswoman that I was. I was already taking on more responsibility than the typical twenty-four year old, and I had made sure there were no MySpace or Facebook embarrassments hovering around. And certainly no boyfriend embarrassments, either.

I smiled at my reflection, then turned and walked out the door. With Ariel's neckerchief color-coordinated with my outfit, she made the perfect accessory.

Ariel and I made our way down the street until we arrived at Hymie Park. Dogs were permitted to roam free inside this fenced park- assuming they were non-aggressive, of course- so nearly every dog owner in Chrystal Heights' Northlake neighborhood passed through here at some point during the day. We were all at least passingly familiar with each other by sight, even if we didn't know each other's names. And that was inconvenient today, as I knew why the man who was approaching me now was doing so.

"Hello, Erin," he said.

"Hello," I said, after a moment's pause.

"You don't even know my name, do you?" he said, chuckling. "You should, considering you're trying to get Squire banned from the park."

"I am not trying to get your dog banned," I said, my voice cold.

"Okay, you're trying to get the home association to ban every dog over forty pounds from the park," he said, "but you're doing that because of Squire, aren't you?"

I glanced at his dog, who was sniffing thoughtfully around Ariel. Squire's coat was stainless steel-silver with sharp black streaks length-wise along his body. It was a striking two-tone effect that identified Squire as a purebred Chrystal Shepard, a breed of dog native to Chrystal Heights. They were rare and highly-prized due to their unusually high intelligence, but traditionally only single men owned that breed of dog.

"Your dog tried to attack Ariel," I said. "Ariel has the right to come to this park without the threat of assault."

The man laughed. "If Squire had attacked your little dog, you would have taken your dog home in separate pieces. Squire growled at Ariel, and that was only because your dog bit him on the leg, and even then it was only a playful growl."

"Oh, give me a break, Mister...ah...."

The man smiled. "Call me Jack."

I didn't return his smile. "Give me a break, Jack," I said. "Ariel probably bit him because he was trying to mount her. Everybody knows what a randy species those Chrystal Shepards are."

Jack looked displeased at my summation. I may have sounded judgmental, but Chrystal Shepards had a reputation for enhanced sexual instincts. In centuries past- when Chrystal Heights was simply a coastal fishing village- Chrystal Shepards had been used extensively as guard dogs. Men who were gone for a day or several days for hunting or business trips used to leave their wives and youngren with these shepards for protection while they were gone. However, according to urban legend, there were many reports of the shepards powerfully mounting any adult females in the households, sometimes even while the women were relaxing. Chrystal Shepards allegedly enjoyed mounting human females as much as they enjoyed mounting other dogs, and they were supposedly able to identify adult females by smell. Apparently women over eighteen smelled slightly different from minors, and Chrystal Shepards were able to instinctively recognize the difference.

Granted, I didn't take the stories all that seriously, but, still, Chrystal Shepards did seem to be truly horny dogs. And Mr. Jack could bet the farm I wasn't going to let his dog mount my little Ariel. I didn't care how purebred Squire was.

Jack's smile suddenly returned. He reached out unexpectedly and lightly stroked my hair. "Well, that's water under the bridge, Erin. In fact, since the motion about banning dogs over forty pounds from this park has been dropped, I'll even forgive and forget. All you have to do is put your gorgeous hair into pigtails for me and we'll call it even."

I blinked incredulously. Jack certainly had confidence, I would give him that. Of course, I was about to give him a lesmister in arrogance he wouldn't forget. Jack didn't seem to realize he was dealing with a bitch-on-wheels, and I was more arrogant before breakfast than Jack could match all day.

"Well, Jack, you're wrong on both counts. Not that I'm surprised...inbreeding does catch up sooner or later, doesn't it? Not only am I going to get the home association to ban undesirable dogs like your mongrel from the park, I'm going to get them to ban Chrystal Shepards from the neighborhood altogether." I paused for effect, allowing my words to sink in, then continued. "And, furthermore, even if I wasn't busy keeping your ill-bred mutt from polluting the park, I wouldn't subject my hair to your pre-pubescent fantasies even if I was paid to do so. In short, you can go fuck yourself, Jack."

My final biting remark delivered, I turned to leave. I know how to make a dramatic exit. Jack's voice followed me as I left, however.

"You'll be back, Erin. You'll see. And you'll be begging me to fuck your ass when you do."

*****

I woke up the next morning in a foul mood. I hadn't cared for Jack's threat when I was leaving the park the day before, and I was going to address that later today when I met with the head administrators of the home association. Jack was going to learn not to mess with me.

I sat in bed for a minute, trying to clear the relax from my brain. Something was off and I couldn't put my finger on it. Then, finally, it hit me.

My hair was all the way down to my waist.

I blinked and leaped out of bed. I reached behind me, and, sure enough, my hair was all the way down to the top of my ass. That was impossible, as my hair had been barely past my shoulders when I went to relax the night before. Heart pounding, I raced to my bathroom and looked at my reflection.

My hair now flowed down my back like a black silken waterfall, the ends hovering just above my ass. My heart was pounding, and I powerd myself to calm down. I had to think things through. How the hell could this have happened? It had to be some kind of weird cellular thing or something. Or a freak shampoo accident. Everything else seemed normal, so it was apparently just my hair that was affected.

I pulled the mass of hair together and wrestled it into a ponytail. The weight was unfamiliar, but not incapacitating. I was now thinking a little clearer, and I knew what I had to do. I had to go see Gustav, my hairdresser.

I got dressed and put the leash on Ariel. I locked the door behind me and we turned to make our way to the car, but Ariel and I stopped when we noticed a figure casually walking along the sidewalk. The figure was whistling a jaunty tune and holding the leash of a Shepard who was sniffing at an unoffending bush.

Jack.

I was hoping he'd continue walking, but he smiled broadly when he saw me.

"Good morning!" he said, his eyes running along the length of my ponytail. "Why, that's delightful hair you have this morning, Erin. Why, if someone were to give you perfect hair for pigtails, I'd say it would be about that length...wouldn't you agree?"

I suddenly felt breathless as the significance of Jack's words struck me. Pigtails. My hair. Suddenly it was clear. Somehow, some way, Jack had done this to me. Well, he wasn't going to get away with it.

The dam inside me burst. "If you think I'm going to cater to your twisted little fetish, you're insane, Jack," I said, my teeth clenched. "I'm going to get my hair fixed right now, without your help. And as soon as that's done, I'm going to get you and your stupid dog kicked out and arrested, and not necessarily in that order!"

Jack burst out laughing. "Really?" he said. His voice took on a solemn, mocking tone. "Mister Jack, you are charged with growing Miss Erin's hair. How do you plead?" He laughed again. "Be real, Erin. All I asked for were pigtails. Still, you're continuing to be very uncooperative. Have it your way, then. Have a nice trip to the hairdresser."

Jack casually strolled away and I glared at his back. I couldn't wait to take him down. First, however, my hair needed emergency service.

Gustav, my stylist, was cool as a cucumber despite my walking in with hair two feet longer in length than when I left the salon two weeks ago. "Oh, sweetie," he said, "with all the chemicals in things these days, who knows what happened? Don't worry, sweetie. We'll fix it for you, 'kay?"

I nodded, my faith in Gustav undeterred. Looking at the mirror in front of me, I saw him strike a dramatic pose as he sawed through my ponytail. I felt the weight of the hair dropping gradually as the long strands piled on the floor. "Don't worry, sweetie," he said. "This style will scream, 'I am a woman of power, hear me roar!' but without the whole butchy thing. No dreadful butchiness for you, sweetie!" His scissors and comb moved confidently over my head.

At last he finished, and I was pleased with the result. In fact, my hair looked better than it had before. It was feminine, but distinctly business-like. A perfect balance. I paid Gustav and added a generous tip, feeling better already. Gustav patted my hand. "Oh, you sweet thing, you look so fetch! Go get 'em! Rawr!"

I left the salon feeling like a million dollars, my dignity intact once again. Jack was certainly going to be disappointed, and I was entirely fine with that idea. Putting Jack into his place had definitely shifted to the top of my priority list, however. I couldn't give him a chance to stir up any more trouble. So I headed towards home so I could speak to Nancy, the president of the Home Association for Northlake.

Unfortunately, when I got to Nancy's home, the house was dark. She wasn't home. So my ultimate revenge was going to have to wait. Unsatisfied, I made my way home. I could wait a day or two to deal with Jack.

*****

I woke the following morning instantly registering that my long hair was back. All the way down to my ass again, no less. Teeth clenched, I threw off the covers and stomped my way to the bathroom. I wiped the relax from my eyes and glanced in the mirror to confirm that my hair was indeed long again. But this time, it wasn't just long.

My hair had turned golden blonde.

My eyes widened as I gasped in surprise. A soft wave of pure golden blonde flowed over my shoulders and down my back, stopping once again right at my ass. Blonde hair!

I stepped back from the mirror, heart pounding. I blinked in shock. How the hell did he do this? How the hell could anyone take me seriously when I looked like a bimbo beach bunny? What could I do?

Jack. Damn Jack and his stupid dog! Grrrrrr!

I raced to Gustav's salon. I walked straight in, ignoring the fact that he was with a customer, and that was a mistake, as Gustav saw me and nearly shaved a stripe in the woman's hair that he was working on. Scandalized, he fanned himself for a moment, then bustled me into the next chair and told me to wait while he finished with the now stewing woman. Fifteen minutes later he had cleared his schedule for the day and he went to work on my hair.

Platoons of color shades were mixed into my hair, and chemicals flowed generously. The smell of various concoctions hovered everywhere, and nobody dared light a cigarette for fear of blowing up the salon. Scissors and razors slid around my head, and hair flew freely through the air. My scalp burned and tears from the fumes wet my cheeks, and Gustav worked like a warrior through it all.

Hours later, we had to admit defeat. The colors refused to cling to my blonde, and my hair was growing back even as Gustav cut it. In a moment of desperation, Gustav had even shaved my head bald, but the smoothness had lasted mere minutes before blonde stubble appeared. Gustav was aghast and I was pissed, but it was obvious there was nothing a mere hairdresser could do against whatever Jack had done to me. Which meant there was only one thing to do.

Teeth clenched, I grated out, "Put my hair in fucking pigtails."

Gustav patted my hand mournfully. "Don't worry, sweetie," he said. "Pigtails can be so chic." His hands stroked my shoulders in sympathy, however.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr!

I fumed as I left the salon and made my way towards the dog park. Because of the length of my hair, Gustav had tied the twin pigtails off on the top of my head. That kept me from sitting on my hair while I was driving, but it gave me an embarrassingly bubbly sex kitten appearance. I was so going to ******* Jack the first chance I got.

I stomped my way to the park with Ariel in tow, and, sure enough, Jack was waiting there. He took one look at my hair and offered a broad smile.

"Well, now, look at you!" he said. "Don't you look adorable!"

"Screw you," I said, pigtails bobbing. "You got what you wanted, alright? Pigtails. So fix my hair already."

Jack chuckled and shook his head. "Oh, I don't think so, Erin. You did not put your hair in pigtails when you were supposed to, so I'm not feeling inclined to fix your hair. However, because you look so cute right now, all you have to do to earn my good will once again is flash me your bare boobs for...hmmmm...let's say sixty seconds. That should suffice, don't you think?"

A wave of indignant anger swept over me. "What?!?" I screamed. "You're out of your mind! I am not showing a pervert like you my tits under any circumstances! I'm not!"

Jack simply shrugged. "Suit yourself, Erin. You still don't get it, do you? Ah, well." Then he turned and walked away.

I walked Sofia home. I looked in the mirror as soon as I entered, but there was no change in my hair. I was beginning to regret my outburst, as it only served to make Jack mad. Not that he could do any worse to my hair- alright, he could do worse, but I didn't think he would, since he obviously liked the blonde pigtails- but I couldn't get rid of this embarrassing hair style until Jack gave his...permission. Grrrrrr!

*****

I woke up the next morning, and I knew immediately that something was different. I sat up, then gasped as I surged forward from unfamiliar weight on my chest. My head jerked down, and I realized that two huge bubbles inside my tee-shirt were jiggling and still hadn't settled down from my abrupt sitting up movement.

Eyes wide, my hands flew to my boobs. I sputtered as I realized I was cupping melons that were easily three cup sizes larger than I had gone to relax with. This wasn't happening. I did not have these ridiculously swelled tits! I didn't!

I realized I was getting a little wild-eyed, and I powerd myself to calm down. I got to my feet and stood up, and it took my boobs several heartbeats to settle into place. I took a breath and walked to the bathroom.

I stood in front of the mirror and slid my tee-shirt over my head. Now naked except for my panties, I looked in the mirror. It was as bad as I feared.

Two huge globes sat high and firm on my chest. Porno tits. There was no way I could go out in public without attracting attention. I had no clue what bra size I would require now, but it had to be at least a double D, probably an E. They were lush and firm and just demanding to be touched. They felt embarrassingly hot and obscene. Guys were going to talk into my cleavage now instead of listening to a fucking word I said.

I had no idea what to do. Hell, I couldn't even get dressed. I didn't have a bra anywhere near the right size. I jiggled over to my dresser and pulled out a tank top. I slipped the tank top on and pulled it down over my swelled bosom. It was a tight fit and created cleavage that would likely cause car accidents, but at least I wouldn't be bouncing all over the place...just jiggling.

I looked through my closet, and I finally settled on a heavy sweatshirt that looked voluminous enough to fit my swelled mammaries. I slipped the baggy top over my head and pulled it down to my waist. It settled into place easily, but something wasn't right. My nipples had hardened. That in itself wasn't unduly troubling, but my eyes widened as the sensitivity in my nipples suddenly expanded what seemed to be a hundred fold. I gasped, my knees weakening from the intense sensations, and then it felt like millions of ants were walking across my nipples and sensitive boobs. I jumped and slapped at the front of the sweatshirt, but that had no effect on the sensations. In desperation, I ripped the sweatshirt off, and, like a switch had been thrown, the sensations suddenly disappeared.

I dropped to my knees, my boobs jiggling for several seconds before settling into place. I dully realized the significance of what had just happened. I had to go out looking like a dumb busty beach bunny. I wasn't going to be allowed to cover my boobs in any significant way. The whole neighborhood was going to get to see me jiggling along with pigtails and huge boobs. And my colleagues would too, unless I got Jack to stop this and fix me.

I clenched my teeth as that sunk in. I was going to have to admit defeat to Jack, dammit. And worse, I was going to have to flash him with these silly bimbo boobs. Grrrrrrrr!

*****

I waited until sundown before attaching Ariel's leash to her collar. If I was going to expose my boobs to the world, I wanted to at least make sure it was dark outside when I did so.

I checked the mirror before we left for the park. My hair was divided into golden pigtails dangling all the way down my back. My monstrous boobs were pressed together and bulging out the top of an overwhelmed tank top. I looked like a sex kitten fetish model, but there wasn't anything I could do about that. I would just go there, show him my boobs for one minute, and then forget this whole situation.

Ariel and I made our way to Hymie Park. Sure enough, Jack was waiting there, looking relaxed. Squire was running loose in the park. He looked up at our arrival and gave a lazy smile.

"Well, look who's here," he said. His gaze dropped to my chest. "Nice rack," he added. Then the bastard smirked. Grrrrrrrr.

I glanced around...there was nobody near by. It was time to get this over with. I reached down and grabbed the bottom hem of my tank top. I took a breath, then pulled my top up over my rounded boobs.

My nipples hardened from the cool night air. My cheeks were bright red, but I continued holding my top up, keeping my breasts exposed. Jack, however, appeared bored, and after thirty seconds, he waved his hand at me.

"You can stop," he said. "You're too late. You were supposed to do it when I told you to last night. Doing it now is a waste of your time and mine."

My eyes widened. "What?!?" I shrieked. "You can't do that! I flashed you my bare tits! I just flashed the whole world my tits! Just like you told me to!"

Jack's eyes hardened. "No, you didn't," he said. "I told you to do it last night, not when it was convenient for you. The only way out of it for you now is to take off your top, drop to your knees and give me a topless blowjob, right here in the park, right now. And I mean a complete blowjob, not a couple of licks and kisses."

I took a step backwards. "You're crazy," I said, "if you think my lips will ever touch your cock. Go fuck yourself, okay? Or better yet, go fuck Squire."

Jack shrugged, seemingly unperturbed. "Have it your way, then," he said. "By the way, I suggest red."

I turned around and walked away. My pigtails swayed back and forth across my shoulders as I hurried away from the horrid man. I had no idea what his parting comment meant, but I wasn't going to stick around to find out. I firmly pulled the resisting Ariel with me. She whined but eventually fell into step with me.

I decided not to go home quite yet. Instead, I decided to go by Nancy's house. Jack had said something about the motion being dropped, but I had been too distracted to follow up on that. What had Jack meant exactly?

Ariel and I made our way down Nancy's street, and I could see that there were lights on inside her house. She was the president of our home association, and the well-manicured lawn and hedges of her property reflected that position. Once we reached her sidewalk, however, I hesitated. The thought of the conservative Nancy seeing me like this made me tense up. I stood in indecision, pondering, not sure what to do. Then Ariel peed on Nancy's grass.

I gasped, embarrassed. I quickly made my way up the steps and stopped in front of the door. I was preparing to knock when I realized I could see through the glass plate that was set in the front door. And my knock died before it ever materialized when I realized what was going on inside Nancy's house.

A bubble-chested redhead was kneeling on the floor on all fours, her ass high in the air. A man was kneeling behind her, holding her hips firmly as he stroked his hard cock into her again and again. The slap of flesh could be heard even through the door. The redhead wasn't making any noise, however, because her mouth was full of another man's cock. Her head was bobbing back and forth as her mouth slid up and down that hard shaft. Two other naked men sat nearby, watching the action bemusedly. They were smoking cigarettes and chatting, and it was obvious that they had already been satisfied shortly beforehand.

My eyes were huge as I struggled with shock at what I was seeing. Nancy was the most conservative member of the home association board, and I had trouble believing she would allow this type of behavior in her home. A moan inside caught my attention, and I stared through the front door glass once more to see if I could identify the redhead. Then my heart started pounding and I felt breathless as several things suddenly clarified themselves.

The redhead's hair was in pigtails. And Nancy was the redhead. Jack had gotten to her.

*****

I arrived home and I closed the door with relief. It had felt like every permister in the neighborhood was watching me walk home, and it was a relief to be back inside.

I had learned something on the way home. If I undid my pigtails, my scalp itched horribly. The sensation had become so overwhelming that I had been unable to even concentrate on walking. I re-arranged the pigtails again, and the itching stopped like a switch had been thrown. Apparently my hair had to stay in pigtails.

Unfortunately, I had to take a shower and I had to wash my hair. When I did so, however, my scalp didn't itch in the least. After a little experimentation, I finally figured out that I didn't have to have pigtails as long as I was naked. Which meant if I wanted to get any relax, I would have to relax naked from now on.

Grrrrrrrrrrr!

*****

When I woke the following morning, my lips were wrapped firmly around my thumb. Apparently I had started sucking my thumb while I was relaxing, something I hadn't done since I was six years old.

I was trying to figure out what the thumb-sucking was about when I realized something was different. I was still trying to wake up, so I decided to just look in the mirror rather than try to figure it out. I threw off the covers and walked my naked self to the bathroom. One look in the mirror told me exactly what the change was.

My lips had swelled into huge plump pillows.

My eyes widened as I stared in disbelief. My mouth looked ridiculously soft and inviting. It was not a mouth meant for talking. I had embarrassingly lush cock-sucking lips. I wanted to ******* that fucking Jack!

This couldn't go on. I was being turned into a sex kitten bimbo bunny bit-by-bit, and if I didn't put a stop to it soon, there'd be nothing left for Jack to change. Nobody could possibly take me seriously looking like this!

I arranged my hair into pigtails, then began to get dressed. As expected, my scalp was fine, since I had the foresight to do my hair first. What I didn't expect, however, was the sudden overwhelming need to have something in my mouth.

I gasped at my sudden need. Then my heart began to race as my lips became incredibly sensitive. I licked my lips, realizing my mistake too late as my entire body shuddered in a heated sexual response. I tried to leave my lips alone then, but the need to suck was overwhelming. There was nothing around, however, and, in a panic, I slid my thumb into my mouth.

The sensation of my thumb sliding between my lush lips caused my belly muscles to twitch and jump in heated need, and I felt my knees go weak. I slumped against the bathroom counter, boobs swaying. I was trying to think my way through this, but it was getting hard to focus. I shuddered, and then it was too late as I began to orgasm helplessly. I tried to control my reaction, but the heated pleasure was too much. I wriggled and writhed and finally squealed around my thumb.

When my mind-blowing orgasm finished, I realized I was on the floor, but at least I was thinking a little more clearly. The need to suck was still in place, however, and my lips were still highly sensitive. I was in trouble.

Then I had a moment of sudden clarity and scramred to my feet. I quickly stripped off the clothing I had put on, and the urges and sensations disappeared as if a switch had been thrown. I had guessed correctly. I was fine as long as I was naked.

So how the hell was I supposed to get dressed and leave the house? Grrrrrrrrr!

Then I remembered that Jack had said something to the effect of, "I suggest red." Red. Red what? Red clothes? Hmmmmm.

I went to my dresser and dug through my drawer until I found some red panties. I slipped them on and, almost instantly, the need to suck was back. I quickly slipped the panties off. Obviously, it wasn't red clothes.

Nails, perhaps? I didn't have many loud colors, but I was sure I had a slut red in my vanity somewhere. After a minute's search, I found a bottle of candy apple red, and I sat down and did my fingers and toes like a silly little teeny-bopper.

I let the polish dry. I shuddered at my reflection, but if it worked, I wouldn't complain. The moment I put on my robe, however, the need to suck returned. I quickly disrobed.

I was about to give up when I suddenly slapped myself in the forehead. I was an idiot. I had woken up with great big swelled lips. Red lipstick. Duh.

I went through my vanity once more, and found a tube of slut red lipstick. A friend had left it here some time ago, thank goodness. I had never worn this shade in my life.

I applied the lipstick to my plush, pouting pillows, trying not to shudder at how slutty I looked with thick, red cock-sucking lips. Then I began getting dressed. This time, although the need to suck and the enhanced sensitivity returned, they weren't nearly as overwhelming. Simply eating would arouse me beyond measure, and I was going to have an embarrassing tendency to put things in my mouth, but at least I could go outside again. And this was good, because I needed to find Jack and just give in.

*****

I waited until it was sundown. Then I put Ariel's leash on her and we made our way to the park. Sure enough, Jack was there with that infuriatingly smug grin.

I tried not to look anxious. A day of needing to suck and the arousal that went with it had turned me into a wet mess. I unhooked Ariel so she could run free, then turned to Jack.

"You win, okay? Honest." I said. I clapped a hand to my mouth. I hadn't realized how much my swelled lips had affected my speech. I was speaking with a thick lisp.

Jack shrugged. "Yeah, I know. So?"

I sighed. This wasn't going to be easy, but there was no way around it. Hoping nobody would be out right now, I pulled my tank top up and off my body, leaving myself topless. I walked over to Jack and dropped to my knees in front of him, my boobs jiggling for several seconds before settling into place. Then I reached out and unzipped his pants. Then, with a final glance around, I drew out his cock and wrapped my plush lips around it.

He hardened inside my mouth, and I moaned as the sensations from my lips were already turning me into a heated mess. I began sliding my mouth up and down his hard shaft and I shuddered as I realized that giving a blowjob was feeling embarrassingly natural. He had to cum quickly. He had to, or I was going to cum, and I wasn't sure I could ever show my face again if it got out that I had gotten an orgasm from servicing a man on my knees, particularly if I had that orgasm before he did.

Incredibly, I was able to slide my mouth all the way down his cock, and soon my lips were wrapped tightly around the base of his cock as my tongue worked the underside of his shaft. I was developing technique on the spot, it seemed, and if felt like he was close to cumming.

Then it happened. I heard Jack's voice boom out.

"Oh, good evening, Nancy! How are you and your friends doing this fine evening? Everybody is out walking their dogs, I see."

"We're fine, Jack, just fine!" said Nancy. The respect in her voice was obvious. It was plain that Nancy and everybody with her knew what Jack was about.

My eyes were huge and I tried to slide my mouth off Jack's cock, but suddenly Jack's hands were gripping my pigtails, and I was stuck in place, topless with a mouth absolutely full of cock, all in front of my neighbors. Then, horribly, he began to stroke his cock back-and-forth inside my mouth while he talked to Nancy and the others.

"I'm glad to hear that," he said. "A fine night, isn't it?"

"Yes, a lovely night," said one of my neighbors.

My cheeks were burning. I inadvertently slurped several times. I had cupped Jack's balls in a futile effort to control his stokes, and I realized they were swelling as he got ready to unload. I squealed in indignity as I realized his intentions, but it was too late. In front of Nancy and my neighbors, he began to fill my mouth with cum.

Cheeks puffed out, I swallowed the flood desperately. I could feel my belly filling as I raced to swallow his seed faster than he could fill my mouth. I couldn't let them see semen dripping down my chin. I couldn't.

Unfortunately, that's when my orgasm started.

The cock in my mouth muffled my squeals, but there was doubt as to what was happening. My body was shuddering and bucking, and my bare boobs were jiggling and bouncing everywhere. Jack continued pumping my mouth for all that he was worth until the last of his seed drained into my mouth. Then he waited as I wriggled and writhed helplessly.

My orgasm, which seemed to last forever, finally passed, and Jack slid his cock from my mouth. A hand on my full belly, my cheeks burned as I saw several of my neighbors grouped behind Nancy. A dog-walking party, apparently.

I wiped my mouth self-consciously, then realized my mistake too late. A sudden overwhelming need to suck swept over me. I had wiped off what little lipstick remained on my lips following the blowjob.

I scramred to pull out my lipstick and quickly applied a coat. I could hear chuckles from the group, and I realized I was still topless and I had just applied lipstick in front of a group while ignoring my topless state. I really needed to find a hole to bury myself in. I looked around for my tank top.

"Thanks," said Jack. "What was that for?"

I picked up my tank top, then froze as I realized the significance of his words. "What?!? But...but you said a topless blowjob right here in the park...!"

He shook his head. "I said a topless blowjob in the park right then. Not the next night, which is tonight. Did you think it was negotiable?"

I clutched the tank top to the boobs it seemed I was destined to keep forever. "But...but...I can't stay like this! Everything happens unless I'm naked! I'll have to be a stripper! I can't stay like this!"

Jack shrugged. "It's a living. Still, I don't know what you're complaining about. I had told you on the first day what you had to do."

My eyes widened. "What? Here? You want to fuck me up the ass right here? Now?"

He smiled then, but his eyes were cold. "No," he said. "You were supposed to beg for it."

My jaw dropped. "In front of everybody? I can't!"

Jack laughed. "Damn, Erin. You're something, you know that? And you really still don't get it. Ah, well. You win. I can't get what I want, so you win."

I blinked. Long blonde pigtails dangling down my back, embarrassingly big boobs, thick blowjob lips, belly full of cum...was it really about to end? "You mean you'll change me back?" I said.

Jack shook his head. "Nope," he said. Then he gave a piercing whistle.

I stood confused for a moment. Then I felt the pressure of two heavy paws on my shoulders, and the unexpected weight drove me to my knees. I fell forward onto all fours. There was a quick movement behind me, and suddenly I felt Squire's strong paws clutching my midsection as his hips aligned themselves directly behind me.

My eyes widened and I squealed at the top of my voice, "Omigod! Jack, take my ass! Please, please, Jack, do my ass! Right now, please fuck my ass, Jack! Jack! I need you to stick your cock in my ass! Fill my ass with cum! Fuck this slut's ass! Please, Jack...!"

THE END

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Brad, The Hypnotist

This is my first venture.. Be kind.

I’ve spent three years in therapy and I still don’t think I’ll ever get over what happened. In the years leading up to my need for therapy I lost my wife, my flower, my house, my job and my self respect.

I guess I better start at the beginning. My name is Dave. I’m 39 years old and I held an upper management position in a well known accounting firm. I’ve been married for 19 years to my incredibly sexy wife, Amy and I’m the proud dad of my 18 year old flower, Sue.

Amy is 37 and the love of my life. I don’t know her exact statistics but she’s a couple or more inches shorter than me so I guess that would put her at about 5 foot seven or eight. She has a slim figure, great legs, a magical smile, long brown hair and a chest that has drawn the attention of many.

While not a fanatic, Amy does keep herself in shape with regular exercise. The heads that she turns has always made me uncomfortable but Amy never flaunted her sexiness and I grew to accept the ogling.

She has been a high school teacher for fifteen years and has a great rapport with her students. She spends many hours in school, providing extra help, and taking advantage of the school’s gym facilities and swimming pool. For an urban high school, Madimister High has all the amenities of those in wealthier suburban settings.

Susan, we call her Sue just turned eighteen when my difficulties began. I tried not to be too protective but I think of her as my little flower and I wanted to make sure that she was safe. Since she has her lady’s genes, she is an absolute knockout and the boys seem to always be buzzing around.

Sue could be a clone of my wife, and when I look at her I know why I fell in love with her lady. Sue’s a great kid and had never caused us any worry. She attended the same school where her lady taught, at least until she graduated in June of that first year and Sue never objected to car pooling it with mom. Most teenagers wouldn’t be caught dead in the same car with their parents but Sue was confident as well as poised.

Being a cheerleader, an honor roll student as well as a beauty carries a lot of weight with her peers.

My life was what I had always envisioned. A fantastic family, nice house in the suburbs, swimming pool, nice cars, the ability to travel. I don’t want to sound like a snob, because I’m not. I’ve volunteered my time for many worthwhile causes and was proud that my wife and flower shared the same sense of community responsibility.

You’re probably wondering why I need therapy. Well, all those things that I mentioned are now gone, gone from me anyway. No, Amy and Sue aren’t dead. They’re still alive, beautiful, living in what was formerly my house, driving around in what was formerly my cars.

Amy still teaches and Sue is attending a local college. I still pay the bills but I don’t interfere with the lives of the women. I know this sounds confusing, so I better get to the crux of my problem, the day it happened, the beginning of my nightmare.

It was during the April vacation, April 19 to be exact and Amy’s birthday. She wanted to have a nice meal and go to a show. She picked out a restaurant and the show and we readied ourselves for a fun night out.

The city was not far from our residence so Amy had a choice of many different venues and she choose a local comedy club. That particular evening the third act was a magictist. I had never heard of the guy, ‘Bradley, the magic-brother’. His name was catchy and he was introduced to the audience.

Bradley, Brad as he liked to be called, was a huge man. At least six foot four and as solid a man as I’ve ever seen and black. He wore this T shirt that just hugged every inch of every muscle and he took pride in flexing his well defined arms. Actually, the man was funny, He could sing, not great but passable, he did a few impressions and he asked for volunteers to be magictized.

About three people raised their hands and he whisked them onto the stage. He made this big production about counting backwards, suggesting that their eyes were getting heavy, all the usual magictist stuff until they were standing there with their eyes closed, supposedly in some magictic trance.

He went behind them and whispered something in each ear. He moved around so that he was in front of them and he had one of them, a woman count up to ten but for some reamister she couldn’t remember what came after five. It was kind of funny and she was getting embarrassed with her loss of memory.

The second permister, a younger man was trying to explain something but was talking as if he were a baby.

The third, an older woman, thought she was the winner of a beauty pageant and Amy and I were quite amused.

He brought them back to the conscious world and asked what they remembered. True to form, they remembered nothing but said that they felt great. The audience applauded as they left the stage.

Brad then had the lights dimmed so he could see out into the audience. He wanted to pick the next victims and I squirmed. I’m not comfortable with being the center of attention, so I twisted and turned, trying to look inconspicuous but he noticed my table anyway.

I guess it would be difficult not to notice the gorgeous woman sitting with me. Reluctantly but with his and the audience’s urging, Amy and I found ourselves on stage with Bradley, the magic-brother. I don’t remember much of what happened but we were magictized and Brad whispered in each of our ears.

I later figured out that what he whispered had nothing to do with his act but rather was a suggestion, a switch that he would use to control us in the future. Neither one of us thought much was wrong and soon we found ourselves awake and the audience applauding.

As we got back to our seats, someone said that I was a great dancer and that my wife was a fantastic athlete. Other than that, we couldn’t recall what occurred. The evening ended and we drove home in silence, wished each other a pleasant evening and went to bed.

That was Friday night and the last normal night we spent together.

The next morning at breakfast, Sue asked about our evening and we told her about the magictist. It seemed strange not to be able to tell her what we did on stage but nether of us remembered.

One of the things that I’ve always enjoyed is the family talks we had at meal time. It provided us with a time to share our day’s experiences and strengthen the family bond.

Sue told us about her date with her boyfriend Tom. They went to the movies, goofed around with some friends and were home fairly early. Sue asked us if it were okay if she went over her friend Mary’s house that evening and watch TV. Neither I nor my wife objected and Sue explained that Mary had to watch her younger brother and she figured that she’d be home around midnight.

The rest of the morning and afternoon was uneventful. Sue went shopping, Amy busied herself around the house and I did outside chores.

Sue left for Mary’s house at about 5 PM so Amy and I had a small supper and then retired to the den to read and watch TV. I read and Amy watched the tube.

At about 6 PM, the front doorbell rang. Amy pleaded with me with her eyes so I went to the door. I saw this rather large black man at the door and somewhere deep within my mind a voice told me to open the door.

It took a few seconds but recognition did come and I started to say, “Brad, what are you.....” but he interrupted.

He simply said “Bad Brad”.

I stopped mid sentence and realized that it all made sense. “Come on in Brad, glad you could come,” I said eagerly but my inner conscientiousness was questioning my actions. I just couldn’t do anything about it.

“I’d love a beer,” said Brad and off I went as if all that mattered to me was that Brad got a beer. Upon returning Brad commented on the house and asked if my wife was around.

“Amy’s in the den,” I said and quickly led the way.

We found Amy intently watching some reality show. She was sitting, well actually she had her legs tucked up underneath her and she looked sexy as ever in her slacks and white cotton blouse. We stared and Amy finally turned towards us as a commercial interrupted the show. She looked at us and you could see the confusion in her face as she looked at Bradley.

The silence was broken when he said “Bad Brad” and her look of awe was replaced with the face of someone who has just seen a long lost friend.

“Hi Brad,” Amy said and then asked, “What brings you to our humble abode?”

Brad moved about the den, soaking in the layout of the room, his eyes always glancing back to Amy. He came upon a recent family photo and asked about Sue. We quickly and eagerly told him about our flower and what a wonderful kid she was.

Brad spoke in a slow and even voice, a voice that my conscious couldn’t comprehend but made sense to the rest of my being. Brad sat on the couch, beside Amy.

”Sit over there, Dave,” Brad demanded as he pointed and I rushed to my seat opposite the couch.

“Amy is a very beautiful woman.” said Brad as he raised a hand to her face and let his fingers trace her cheek, her chin then her neck.

“Very beautiful, Amy, very, very beautiful” and his hand moved over her face.

Amy sat with a straight back, leaning a little towards Brad, her chest pressing against the fabric of her blouse, her breathing coming heavier as she didn’t resist him.

“Dave, Amy will do just fine,” he said and bent down so that his lips touched hers, ever so softly.

“You don’t mind if I kiss your wife, do you Dave?” he asked but before I could answer his lips were on hers in a more passionate kiss this time.

Amy seemed to respond in kind and Brad added “Well Dave, do you mind?”

“No, No of course not Brad,” I stammered as my brain raced. There was some deep part of me that was screaming to stop but I only looked on as Brad kissed Amy.

His thick lips on Amy’s looked so right and his eyes strained to see my reaction as he moved his head away from Amy but it showed Amy was doing all she could to suck his tongue back into her mouth.

Brad moved a free hand to her chest. The back of his hand moved over the swell of her chest and then turned as he then opened his hand to capture her breast.

Amy kept her mouth glued to this large black man’s mouth as he pawed at her chest.

Suddenly he leaned back and summoned me. “Dave, get over here”.

I got up as fast as I could and stood in front of the two.

“Sit behind your wife,” he said in a voice that demanded immediate action.

I did what I was told.

He then added “reach around and unbutton her blouse. I want to see more of your wife.”

I must have paused for a second too long because in a more agitated voice he said “Amy, tell your husband to get busy. Tell him that I want to see your tits.”

Amy turned her head and in a soft, loving voice she said “Come on baby, it’s Brad, honey, he wants to see my breasts. Please hurry, honey.”

She turned back to Brad and looked into his eyes as my hands snaked around her and clumsily began unbuttoning her blouse. Finished, I pulled the material to the side so that her bra clad chest was open to Brad’s view. Amy’s breasts swelled over the confines of her bra and Brad licked his lips.

“This bra cuckolds brownie has got to go, okay Dave, okay Amy?”, Brad asked.

Both Amy and I nodded in agreement.

“No more bras, baby, your tits don’t need it and I want to be able to get to you quickly, okay?”

It didn’t need an answer but we agreed anyway.

“Now the bra, Dave, I shouldn’t have to tell you. The bra has to go.”

I unclasped the bra and Amy’s beautiful, full breasts burst into view.

“Magnificent,” commented Brad, “I’m really going to enjoy your wife, Dave. You should be proud of her.”

Brad stared at the pink nipples that topped her breasts, breasts that despite her age needed no support, breasts that seemed to quiver all by themselves as if begging to be sucked.

“Has any other man ever touched your tits, Amy?”

To my relief she nodded no.

“Then this is quite an occasion, Dave, I’ll be the first man other than you to enjoy your wife’s awesome tits. We should make this memorable. Dave, grab my hand by the wrist.”

I did as I was told and held his wrist firmly in my hand.

“Good”, said Brad, “Now, place my hand on Amy’s tit.”

I pulled Brad’s hand closer to me and in turn closer to Amy until his hand cupped my lovely wife’s breast. His big black thumb moved over her hard nipple and Brad told me to let go. He said he could handle it from here.

Brad bent closer to Amy and his thick tongue licked her entire breast before it circled her nipple just before he closed his mouth over her breast.

Amy moved her hand to the back of his head and pulled him closer.

I don’t know how much time had passed but Brad’s mouth continued to work at Amy’s chest. Finally his head popped up and he leaned back against the cushion.

Amy was turned towards him and just watched as he unhooked his belt and quickly slid down his pants. He wore boxer type briefs and both Amy and I looked at the huge strain put on the fabric. He was about to pull them down when he asked Amy if she would do the honors.

Amy hopped off the couch, hooked her thumbs in his briefs and slid them down his legs. As he spread his legs she looked up slowly. She stared at his huge balls with wide eyes and then the enormity of his organ sank into her magictized brain.

“Scoot back up her, baby”, said Brad and Amy was again by his side, turned towards him but her line of sight was directed between his legs.

His cock was huge, long, thick, and imposing. It lay flat against his muscular stomach and stretched beyond his belly button.

Brad broke the silence by saying “You’re on again, Dave. Take Amy’s hand and put it on my cock.”

I gently grabbed my wife’s hand by the wrist and moved it to Brad’s cock.

“It’s so nice to see a supportive husband”, Brad said.

Amy surprised me by turning and giving me a quick kiss.

My wife’s long fingers encompassed his cock.

My hand was still on hers when Bradley said “Move her hand up and down, Dave. Show her how to handle a cock.”

I did as I was told and all three of us looked as Amy’s hand, held by my hand moved slowly up and down Bradley’s huge, black cock.

“I think she can handle it herself, Dave” said Brad smugly.

I let go and she slowly started to move her hand up and down his cock, masturbating him.

Brad sighed deeply and said “Very nice Amy, you have a nice touch.”

She smiled at me as l watched her hand quicken its pace up and down his cock.

“Nice baby” said Brad, “I love the way your tit jiggles as you do that.”

I looked at my wife, her naked breasts and her hand wrapped around this strange man’s cock. My emotions were all over the place. I felt pride that my wife was pleasing this man but I also experienced unknown dread.

Brad’s fingers played with Amy’s tit and he added “From now on, Amy, you will want to do everything you can to please me, to make my cock happy. What do you do for a living?”

My wife eagerly replied and explained that she was a computer teacher at Madimister high school.

They made more small talk and it would appear to anyone watching that they were engrossed in a normal conversation, except for the fact that Amy had a huge, black cock in her hand.

“I never did well in school, Amy but I remember one of my teachers, Miss Rice. Man, I spent many, many nights dreaming of ways to get between her pretty, white thighs. She was my inspiration, one of the reamisters I got into magictism. I bet all the boys at Madimister would love to fuck their computer teacher, right Amy.”

Amy blushed a little and Brad added “You’re doing great baby. You’ll take good care of my cock, won’t you?”

Amy nodded in agreement.

Brad continued “Your husband will help think of ways for you to please me.”

Amy moved her hand down and cupped his balls.

“I got a surprise for you in there baby, you want it?”

Amy nodded yes and her hand moved back to his cock and she pumped it as if she was trying to hasten his orgasm.

“Amy, I’m glad I choose you” said Brad as he leaned back as Amy continued to work his cock.

Brad looked me square in the eyes and said “I want you to teach you wife ways to make my dick hard, Dave.”

I nodded and Amy’s hand was a blur of his fat, black cock. Brad got up from his reclined position and knelt in front of Amy so that his cock faced her.

Suddenly he groaned and a thick stream of cum shot from his cock. The first stream landed high on her chest and landed with an audible slap on her flesh. Amy tugged harder and coaxed the next few streams to land on her breasts, coating them in his cum. With her right hand she pumped him as her left held his balls, kneading them coaxing more cum from him and receiving a final spurt as a reward.

Brad looked at Amy’s cum splashed chest and said to me “Kind of like marking my territory.”

I just looked at my wife’s beautiful breasts that were covered in this black man’s cum and all I felt was pride.

Brad was suddenly on his feet, pulling his briefs and pants back up and said “I’ll be back tomorrow. Make sure that Amy learns something new by then, Dave and I want my cum to stay where it is tonight. Don’t rub it around either, I kind of like the pattern my sperm made of her tits.”

Brad was headed out when he stopped at our family photo again.

“Sue, real pretty, takes after her mom, do you guys mind if I magictize little Sue?” Brad asked without taking his eyes off Sue’s picture.

Amy was the first to say no, that it would be just fine.

For some reamister, I hesitated but I didn’t know why. Finally I turned to Brad and said “Sue would love to be magictized.”

All three of us went to the door to see Brad off.

Gravity was causing Brad’s thick cum to run down my wife’s chest. A rather thick glob dangled from her nipple.

Brad moved a finger to it, scooped it up and brought it to Amy’s lips.

“Here, baby. You deserve this.”

Amy’s tongue snaked out and tentatively touched the heavy textured cum on his finger. She brought her tongue back into her mouth and you could almost see that she was trying to decide if she liked it. She finally licked her lips and proceeded to bring his finger into her mouth, close her lips over it, let it stay there a few seconds and then pulled out his clean finger.

“You like?”, asked Brad.

“Yes”, Amy replied in a husky voice.

Brad quickly added, “How about, tomorrow I let you take straight from the source?”

“I’d like that”, said Amy.

Brad leaned forward and whispered something into her ear and then left.

We watched as he walked down our walkway and I turned to my wife and asked what did Brad whisper.

She kept looking at him walking away and she replied “Brad wants you to shave my pussy.”

I was prepared for bed when my wife called me into the bathroom.

She was naked and sat on the covered toilet with her legs spread wide.

Amy usually keeps the area between her legs neatly trimmed but she handed me the electric razor and told me to shave her.

In a few minutes we both looked at her bald pussy and Amy asked me to check to see if she was smooth enough. I touched her delicate skin and said that it felt great.

“Dave,” she said “check it with your tongue.”

I didn’t need any more motivation and moved between her shapely legs and licked her pussy. I could never forget how good my wife’s pussy tasted and lapped at her silky smooth skin.

Brad would certainly enjoy this, I thought as I continued to explore with my tongue.

We retired to bed before Sue was home, which was very unusual but most of the evening was unusual.

Amy lied naked on her back being careful not to lose any of Brad’s cum. I turned towards her, let my finger trace the moist slit of her pussy and I just looked at her beauty.

Amy looked directly into my eyes as she brought her fingers to her breasts. She moved them around, capturing the drying cum and brought them to her mouth and cleaned them.

I watched and got aroused.

Amy sensed it and closed her hand over my cock. She slowly pumped me and I think we both wondered what tomorrow would bring.

My eyes opened with a snap and as I stared at the ceiling, memories of last night slowly returned.

My beautiful wife Amy, Brad, a huge black man, a magictist, me opening Amy’s blouse for this man, my wife’s hands on his cock, how I actually put her hands on his long, thick cock, how he came on her chest, how she liked the taste of his sperm, how I shaved her pussy, all these thought came to me as if in slow motion, as if watching a slide show, a bazaar collection of images that must have been a dream.

A dream that was it, all a dream and I relaxed and slowly shed the grip of relax that held my brain. A dream, but the condition of my cock was not a dream. I was rock hard and it felt good.

I turned and was a little startled to find Amy’s face right up next to mine and she was staring at me. She looked so sultry as she pushed off the sheet, revealing that she was naked. Her lips were quickly on mine, her tongue pushing into my mouth as her hand found my cock. This was passion that I had not experienced since we first got married. Amy pushed her warm, firm breasts against me and I swear my cock grew another inch.

I don’t know how she did it but she was soon on top of me, easing my cock into her as her hair partially concealed her face and her breasts seemed to pull away from her body as if trying to reach me.

I placed my hands on her firm ass but Amy did all the work. She raised and lowered her hips, powering my cock to plunge in and out. It was as if she could grip my cock in the tight confines of her pussy as she fucked me. I was a teenager again, invigorated by the lust of an incredibly sexy woman lost in the heat of passion.

She lowered her chest and moved her taut nipples over my chest as if they were duplicating the movement of those needles moving across paper predicting an impending earthquake.

Last night was a dream, this was real, this woman using my cock for her enjoyment was real. The bouncing nipple that I tried to catch in my mouth was real. The most powerful orgasm of my life was real.

Then Amy did something that she had never done before. She slithered down the bed and sucked my slick cock into her mouth. My precious wife cleaned my cock of all signs of our passion.

She scramred back up to me, placed her head on my chest and lovingly played with my softening cock.

My mind again wandered to the nagging images of the night before. Were we magictized? That can’t be. It had to be a dream. Hypnosis can’t make you do things against your will. But could it make you do things you fantasized? I never fantasized about another man taking my wife, a black man, no less. I never wanted to share my wife but why was my cock hardening again as I thought about it? I’m sure Amy never dreamed of doing those things, at least I hope she never did. It was a dream, a very bad dream, a very, very bad dream was all I could think of when Amy kissed me, smiled and said “I hope Brad lets me suck his cock tonight.”

It was real! I undressed my wife for another man, I put her hand on his cock, I watched as his sperm splashed on her breasts and I knew that tonight I would watch her suck this black man’s huge cock. I knew that I would help her in any way so that she could get his organ in her mouth. That is what Brad wanted. That is what Amy wanted and that is what I wanted. I just don’t know why I wanted it.

I watched my wife dress as I lingered in bed. Fresh from the shower she pulled on a sexy pair of panties and a lacy bra. She looked in the mirror and giggled. “Oops” she said as she unhooked her bra and threw it on the bed.

“Brad said no bra, remember honey.”

I nodded yes and watched as her firm breasts disappeared behind a loose fitting cotton t-shirt. She found a pair of sweat pants and the motion her body made trying to wiggle into the pants made her breasts look like two playful bunnies under a blanket.

I got up, quickly showered and we were off to shop for this evenings events. I can’t ever remember my wife being this energetic about anything.

We shopped, actually she shopped and I followed. Occasionally, she would pop out of the store’s changing room and ask my opinion. From what she showed me, the clothing she was purchasing was more revealing, sexier, shorter, sheerer than anything she had ever purchased before.

Our last stop was at a local store that specialized in erotic clothing. Amy picked out some outfits and went to the changing room. In seconds she exited and said “What do you think?” I nearly toppled over when I saw my wife in a school girl’s plaid skirt that fell mid way down her long legs. The white blouse was bunched up and tied just under her breasts and unbuttoned. As she turned to the side, the swell of her ample breasts were visible. Amy twirled a few times and as she did I noticed that her eyes were not on me but on something behind me. I slowly turned and noticed three teenagers staring at her through the window.

They most likely had been walking the mall when my wife’s sexy antics caught their eyes. The two boys, one Spanish looking, the other black, sandwiched a pretty white girl. The Spanish boy made a motion with his fingers as if to suggest that my wife model the clothes. I turned back just in time to see Amy spin. The motion caused the skirt to raise and reveal her panties. She then quickly scampered back into the changing room.

Amy exited the changing room, purchased some clothes and excitedly came over to me and kissed me. She was like a little girl on her first shopping spree.

“Why did you do that for those kids?” I asked.

Amy playfully punched my arm and said “Stop being such a prude, honey. It was just in fun.”

“But Amy, you’re a teacher. You must be more careful. What would happen if they knew you?”

“I do know them,” said Amy, “At least the girl. Her name is Kim and she’s in my last period senior class. I think I’ve seen the other kids around school but I don’t know their names. Stop worrying, I didn’t do anything wrong.”

We arrived home after shopping and a quick bite to eat and Amy showered again.

I found a note that Sue had left on the kitchen table. She was on a date with her boyfriend and wouldn’t be late.

After what seemed like hours she opened the bathroom door and my mouth dropped. She had her hair up. I love Amy’s long hair but when it’s up, it reveals the long line of her neck to her shoulders. She wore a simple dress, spaghetti straps that held the material loosely at the tops of her breasts revealing just a hint of cleavage. The material hung, flowed actually, loosely to half way down her thighs. She looked magnificent, glamorous, sophisticated but yet sexy.

The next few hours seemed dragged by slowly. Amy paced as we awaited Brad.

Just after eleven thirty the door bell rang and Amy told be to hurry. I opened the door and Brad barged in and quickly told me to get him a beer. I did as I was told and upon returning I saw that my wife, Amy had her arms wrapped around Brads’ neck. Brad being taller than Amy caused her to be on her tiptoes and pressed against him. They kissed.

“Dave,” Brad demanded, “put on some nice music.”

I found a CD with slow, soft music and they moved to the music. I wouldn’t call it dancing since their feet barely moved, they more or less ground against one another. Brad tasted my wife’s neck, kissing. licking and Amy held her head back so that his mouth could find her throat.

Brad brought a hand up and cupped a breast.

“I see you remembered not to wear a bra.”

“Of course,” purred Amy as she mashed her mouth on his.

“Did you remember to shave your pussy?”

“Of course,” Amy replied in a throaty voice. “Do you want Dave to show you?”

Brad laughed deeply, released my wife and said “Get over here, Dave, your wife wants you to do something.”

I was at their sides in seconds.

“Tell him Amy. Tell your husband what you want him to do.”

Amy looked at me lovingly and said “Brad wants to see the nice job you did of shaving my pussy, honey. Please show him.”

I stepped behind my wife and slowly raised her skirt until she was completely bared before this man.

Brad whistled, “Nice, Amy. May I?”

Amy nodded and Brad slipped his hand between my wife’s legs and touched her bald pussy. I could tell the instant he slid a finger into her by the way her body shuttered. I didn't want to be told so I lowered the straps on Amy's dress, helped slide them down her arms until her breasts were naked before Brad.

Brad alternated his hand between Amy’s legs and her breasts, sometimes coating her nipple with the wetness of her pussy. He then would lick them dry. Amy tried to get more of her breasts into his mouth as she arched her back.

The CD had finished and Brad was still sampling my wife.

“More music, Dave,” he demanded.

What I heard next caused both dread in my heart and stiffness in my pants.

Amy looked at me, winked and pleaded “music to suck cock by, honey.”

Brad growled and said “You have one sexy wife, Dave, she wants my cock.”

“Please Brad. That’s all I’ve been thinking about.”

I put music on, I don’t know what kind it was. I actually didn’t know what kind of music was applicable to watching your wife suck a black man’s cock.

“Get over here Dave and unbuckle my belt for pretty Amy”

Amy put a finger to his lips and said “SSh, please let me.”

Amy slowly sank to her knees, fingers quickly on his belt, undoing it as Brad kicked off his shoes. The zipper opened with a thunderous noise, not loud really but a noise that told me that my wife was really going to put a black man’s cock in her mouth.

My mind was reeling, my cock couldn’t get stiffer.

Amy slid his trousers to the floor and stared at the lump in his shorts. She nestled her face against it. Rubbing a cheek, each cheek and giving it a soft, gentle bite before snaking her fingers inside the waist band and tugging the material down. She had a little difficulty getting it over the girth of his organ but when she finally managed his cock sprung out and I think it would have caused her harm had she not gotten out of the way.

A sigh escaped Amy’s lips as she looked at Brad’s exposed cock. It jutted out from two enormous sacks, sacks that appeared full, hard and ready to deliver its cargo. His cock rose from his balls and then arched, as if its bulk could not defy gravity. The huge head loomed at the end and stared at Amy. One glistening drop appeared as if an appetizer. Amy moved closer and let his cock rub her cheek in the same manner as she had done before but this time against his bare cock. She moved her head so that his cock moved over her lips, that glistening drop now smeared across her lips and caressed it against her other cheek. It was like she was letting a cute kitten rub against her face but this was no kitten.

Amy brought one hand up and hefted it weight so that his balls were exposed. Leaning forward, she moved her pretty face between his legs and licked each ball. After each lick, she moved her head back as if to examine her work and then lick another area. She moved her head to the side and let her tongue traced the crease formed between his crotch and his legs, then back to each ball. Opening her mouth wide, she allowed each sack to fill her mouth so that she could lather each one with her tongue.

Brad’s breathing had increased with his desire and his desire was on fire with Amy’s lips and tongue caressing his balls.

“Dave, you have to see this. She’s incredible, absolutely incredible.”

I don’t know why but I was proud of my Amy.

“Come on Amy, Let your husband feed you my cock.”

We didn’t need to be told. Amy turned to me as I neared and sweetly kissed me. I remembered where those lips were only seconds before and my cock strained inside my pants.

Amy placed a hand around Brad’s cock. I marveled at how much of his organ was still exposed as I covered my wife’s hands.

Amy turned back to Brads, opened her mouth and allowed me to position the head of his black cock in her mouth.

I removed my hands and watched as Amy’s tongue made circles around his sensitive skin. She moved her head forward and another inch or two disappeared inside her mouth.

After a few minutes, more and more of Brad’s cock entered Amy’s mouth. She let her hands drop to her sides and moved her head back and forth allowing Brad’s cock to fuck her face.

“Dave, put your hands on your wife’s cheeks.”

I did as I was told, one hand on each cheek.

“Can you feel my cock?”

Brad pushed the inside of my wife’s cheek out with his cock. I could feel her cheeks bellow out and I got more excited knowing it was his black cock doing it.

I cradled my wife’s head, hands on her cheeks until Brad told me to get out of the way.

Amy’s hands were now between her legs, desperately fingering her pussy, as she sucked him. Occasionally, she would remove his cock so that she could lick down one side and up the other, cleaning his cock of her saliva.

“I’m close, baby”

Amy covered his cock with her mouth.

She kept still as he moved his hips causing his cock to slide in and out of her tightly pursed lips.

“I want you to help, Dave. Help Amy get what she wants.”

Amy replaced her hand on his cock and waited until I covered her hand with mine. I squeezed her had and thus his cock and we both slid our hands up and down his shaft.

I was holding my wife’s hand, who was holding a black man’s cock that we were masturbating so that he would cum in her mouth. The thought sickened me as my grip tightened. I worried about my sanity as I pumped faster and faster until I could actually feel his cock swell. His grunts announced his climax as well as Amy’s eyes bulging. I kept pumping him as Amy swallowed, trying to keep up with the copious amounts of sperm being discharged from this man’s cock but it was a losing battle.

Cum leaked out around the tight grip of her mouth, first a trickle and then a torrent of cum as Amy could not swallow fast enough.

She kept her mouth glued to the end of his cock. I had moments before let go and just watched my beautiful white, wife as she let this black man ejaculated in her mouth.

Amy brought her hands up to capture the over run of cum. Amy finally released his cock from her mouth and licked its length, cleaning it as she had done to me earlier that day.

She brought her cupped hand, that contained a puddle of cum, up and dipped the end of Brad’s cock into it. Sufficiently coated with sperm, she brought it back to her mouth and cleaned it anew.

She continued with this until all traces of cum were gone but Amy still refused to stop sucking his now softening cock.

“You have something special here, Dave.” said Brad as we watched Amy feast on his cock.

“Make me an extra set of keys, Dave”

“Huh?” was all I could reply.

“Make and extra set of house keys and don’t question me. Forget it, now make four extra sets. House keys. For me. I might want to stop by and use Amy. I have a funny feeling that my cock and your wife’s mouth are going to become great friends.

“Okay,” I replied meekly, wondering where our lives would go.

Amy was still licking his cock, trying to coax more cum into her mouth.

“You know what would be real nice, Dave?”

“What?”

“I don’t have to work tomorrow and it would be real nice if you invited me to dinner. Amy would dress real respectable and we could sit down to a nice civilized meal. How does that sound?”

“Okay,” I replied.

“Amy?” asked Brad.

Amy finally let his cock slide out of her mouth and said “Sure Brad, what time?”

“How about whenever you can introduce me to your beautiful flower, Susan. Would seven be okay?”

Amy only nodded yes and began to lick his cock again.

Brad looked at me and said “I’m sure that Susan is as beautiful and talented as your wife, Dave.”

I nodded.

“Don’t forget the keys, four sets. I just might want to show my friends what a talented wife you have but then again I just might want to keep her for myself.”

We both watched as Brad readied himself and neared the door.

“Thanks Amy, you’re incredible. Do you think Susan will like me?”

Brad left as Amy nodded yes.

Amy leaned towards her flower and reached for the clasp in the front of her bra. Using two hands she unsnapped the bra and slid it off her body. Brad, Amy and I looked at my flower. Her breasts were magnificent. Pear shaped, seeming to rise up and point in opposite directions and topped by two of the puffiest nipples I had ever seen. I hate to admit it but I got an instant erection gawking at my flower’s naked tits.

Brad looked at Amy and said, “put my hand on her tit.”

Amy quickly grabbed his hand and placed it on her flower’s nakedness, rubbing his hand as it rubbed Sue’s flesh.

“Your tits are very much like your ladys, big, firm, enough to make any man want them. Have you seen your lady’s tits?”

Sue shook her head no and looked at her mom.

“Go ahead, Amy, show her. Sue wants to see what her tits will look like at your age.”

Amy quickly tossed off her own sweatshirt and sat naked from the waist up. Her proud breasts bursting proudly from her chest, defying age and boasting pointed, erect nipples.

“See Sue, your mom has very nice tits. I don’t want her to wear a bra encase I’m in the mood to suck them. You like?”

Sue stared at her ladys breasts and nodded.

“Tell her, Sue.”

“I like your tits mom. I hope mine look as good at your age.”

Brad looks at me and asks, “did you nurse?”

Amy softly said “yes.”

“When you were a baby, Sue, you use to suck your lady’s tit. Right now I’d like to suck your sweet tit, okay?”

Sue just whispered a barely audible, “okay.”

Brad looked Amy and she understood what to do next.

Amy turned her flower so that she was sitting on the couch but facing Brad. She could push back and lean on her mom’s right shoulder. Amy pulled her flower’s long hair back so that it was behind her and then reached around with her left hand and placed it under Sue’s ample breast. She raised it as if an offering to Brad. Amy kissed her flower’s cheek as she squeezed her tit so that the nipple was accessible to Brad’s mouth.

He leaned over and with an open mouth let his thick tongue make wet swirls around the high school girl’s womanly tit. Brad soon sucked the flesh into his mouth as mom caressed and kneaded her tit. Brad moved his head slightly and captured Amy’s tits, sucking it for a while before going back to Sue’s tit.

Brad knew he had more to explore so he sat up and asked Sue if she liked that.

Sue readily said, “yes” and then turned her head and kissed her lady full on the lips.

“Why did you do that, Sue?” inquired Brad.

Sue stared at her lady and in a hoarse, shallow voice said, “I don’t know. I just felt good, really, really good.”

Brad went back to interviewing my near naked flower and I just sat there as his hand went to her bare thigh. During the movements of the past few minutes, Sue’s skirt was bunched around her tiny waist. Her powder blue panties were visible as she sat there and she was not the least bit concerned that her legs were spread wide.

Brad’s hand was on the inside of her bare thigh and Sue leaned back into her lady. They both watched Brad’s dark hand as it massaged her and Amy was still fondling Sue’s breast.

“Has your boyfriend ever touched you here, Sue?”

She nodded yes and Brad’s fingers went higher.

“Here, baby?”

Again she nodded yes.

“Spread your legs a little more, Sue.” Brad’s voice was demanding yet gentle, kind of intoxicating, difficult to resist.

Sue spread her legs slightly and even more when her lady’s hand went to the other thigh and softly pulled her leg away from the other, exposing her panty clad pussy to this black man.

When Sue clutched her lady’s hand I thought she was finally resisting but she returned the hand to her breast, holding it there as she kissed her lady.

Now Brad’s fingers were on her mound, tracing the outline of her pussy when Sue acted without any cues and raised her hips. With Brad on one side, Amy on the other and they slowly eased down her panties, exposing my flower’s hairless pussy.

“”Very nice, Sue. Do you shave your pussy?”

Sue nodded yes as she bit her bottom lip as Brad’s finger slide into her pussy.

“Why?”

“I don’t know,” said Sue as she slouched down more and thus gave Brad more access.

“Yes you do. Does it feel nice up against your pretty panties?”

“UUmm,” groaned Sue in obvious agreement.

“You like to think about forgetting your panties and accidentally showing you teachers your pussy, don’t you Sue?”

Another groan as Brad’s finger worked its way in and out.

“You dream that all the boys can see you pretty pussy, right Sue?”

“Oh, yes,” moaned Sue.

“But you’re too shy to act out those fantasies, aren’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” Sue groaned in a barely audible whisper.

“Do you like the way Brad makes your pretty pussy feel?

When Sue didn’t answer, Brad pulled his finger out of her and put his hand motionless on her thigh.

Sue’s eyes popped open and she frantically grabbed his hand and brought it back between her legs, back to her pussy.

Brad complied by sliding a finger inside her and again asked if she liked it.

“I love it,” said Sue as she lifted her hips to meet the probing finger.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Sue shook her head no.

Brad’s questioning stopped as he looked at me and winked. It was more of a ‘what are you going to do about it’ wink and I knew I had lost both my wife and my flower.

Hid finger never stopped moving in and out of my flower when he resumed his questioning.

“Have you ever seen your boyfriend’s cock?”

“Yes”.

“Have you ever touched it?”

“Yes.”

“Is it big?”

“Yes, really big,” replied Sue almost gloating.

“Do you want to see my cock?”

“Yeah, I guess so,” Sue stuttered.

Brad stood and moved a small step closer to Amy.

“Your sweet flower wants to see my black cock, Amy, why don’t you show her.”

Amy finally released Sue’s tit and she immediately set about the task of unbuckling his belt, sliding down his pants so that he could kick them off. He stood before them in his boxer briefs and Amy turned to Sue and smiled as she lowered his briefs. Brad’s cock exploded out of his shorts. It was so hard and so long that It sprang out and up and slapped against his stomach before bobbing slower and slower until it stood out magnificently, pointing directly at Amy

“Is Bob’s cock as big as mine?”

Sue’s eyes were wide open as she shook her head no and she mouthed a slow, wondrous “Wow.”

“Would you like to touch mine?”

Without answering, Sue started to reach for his hardness when Brad told to wait.

“I want either your lady or your man to put your small hand on my cock. Who do you want to it?”

“My mom,” answered Sue quickly.

“Why?” asked Brad.

“She’s closer.”

Amy grabbed Sue’s hand, brought it to her mouth and kissed it before bringing it to Brad’s cock and wrapping it around. Her fingers barely could enclose it girth and she slowly moved her fist up and down the huge organ.

The four of us sat in silence as Sue got more and more confident in pumping his big cock. Amy looked on in pride and I just watched with a hard dick and a cloud of dread over my head.

Soon a drop appeared at the end of Brad’s cock.

“Have you ever sucked cock, Sue?”

“Once.“

“Did you like it?”

“Not really. Bob liked it so I did it but I was afraid.”

“Afraid of what?”

“I was afraid that he would... you know.” replied my flower as she continued to fist his cock.

“Were you scared that he would cum in your mouth?”

“Yes”

“Can I cum in your mouth, baby?”

Sue stared directly at his cock as her hand moved up and down, but she avoided the growing drop at the end.

When she didn’t answer Brad added, “your lady likes my cum. Don’t you Amy?”

Amy moved a bit closer to the cock that was being manipulated by her flower and whispered, “I love it.”

“Feed her that drop, Sue”

Brad inched closer as did Amy and Sue lifted his cock. Sue’s eyes were on her lady as her tongue inched from her mouth and captured the pearly drop from the end of his cock and brought it into her mouth.

“That’s okay, Sue. We won’t power you to do something that you don’t want to do.

Silence followed. Not total silence because everyone could hear Sue’s hand as it traveled the length on Brad’s cock.

“Get ready, Amy. I’m close,” groaned Brad and he moved his hand to the back of my wife’s head, holding it steady. Sue still pumped him but positioned the head of his cock so that it rested on Amy’s extended tongue.

The first stream went directly into her mouth. A thick, long, white blast that rocketed to the back of her throat.

“Don’t swallow,” moaned Brad as another rope of cum flew into Amy’s mouth.

I couldn’t tell how many more blasts she endured because she clamped her lips around his cock head and proceeded to milk him with her mouth. Sue had let go and watched in awe as his cock started to soften in her lady’s sucking mouth. Brad withdrew his spent cock and slapped Amy’s face with it a few times.

“Come here my beautiful cock sucker.”

Amy went to her knees before him, her mouth clamped shut to keep the cum from escaping.

“Here, baby. Now tilt your head back a little. Don’t swallow. Good. Now open just a little.”

Sue moved closer and could see the pool of cum in her lady’s mouth and then Brad moved a finger and dipped it into Amy’s open mouth.

He withdrew his finger. His fingertip was now covered in cum and he brought it to Sue’s tit and make small, wet circles that covered her nipples. He reloaded in Amy’s mouth and painted Sue’s other tit with his cum. A third and fourth trip back to Amy’s cum filled mouth and he coated my wife’s tits. With plenty of cum left, he dipped his finger again and rubbed his fingertips over my flower’s lips and smiled.

Brad watched Sue carefully as he dressed.

Sue’s tongue tentatively emerged from her mouth and touched her cum moustache. It was a few long moments after her tongue receded back into her mouth before she decide if she liked it. Everyone knew the answer when her tongue snaked its way around her lips. cleaning them. Her fingers pushed the cum that her tongue couldn’t reach into her mouth. Finished, she looked at her lady and smiled just before she moved her mouth to her lady’s cum coated tit. Sue sucked her tit long after it was clean and she was obviously dissatisfied when she saw that Brad was dressed. Then it was like a light bulb going off in her head. She pressed her eager lips to her lady’s lips, gently at first as if begging her mom to let her tongue enter. Then longer more demanding kisses until her tongue powerd opened her mouth. There she found a pool of cum and the two women swapped the black man’s cum back and forth.

Neither noticed Brad as he came over to me tossing a key up and catching it and said “Make sure you have a digital camera ready when I come back for their pussies.”

We both looked at them. It was if they were swapping some life saving fluid back and forth as their naked breasts rubbed together.

“I think it’s safe to say that they belong to me now,” Brad said as he left.

After a while they parted. Soft kisses followed. Tender touches, not like those of a lady and flower but like those of two lovers engrossed in each other’s body.

Amy and I went to bed later and neither of us spoke. What could I say? My wife and flower fell in love with a black man’s cock.

I could feel the heat from Amy’s naked body but I dared not touch. It was almost like I was infringing on another man’s property.

The sudden movement of the bed woke me. Sue was now between us, also naked. I could hear them kiss. I knew they were exploring each other’s body. When I turned so that I maybe could see what they were doing, my hand touched my flower’s naked ass. I quickly removed it but my flower replaced it. That night, my hands touched the most private spots of my flower. Sue sat up and then lowered herself so that a beautiful breast was available to my mouth and I sucked and sucked and sucked, not caring about tomorrow only thinking about the pleasure that my flower’s full breast was giving me.

That night I came. I don’t know whose hand or whose mouth was on me and I didn’t care. The pleasure was more than I could resist. As I rested there, listing to the deep breathing of the two most precious women in my life as they slept in each other’s arms, I contemplated the future.... their future, my future and I was worried, very, very worried.

Is anyone interested in what happens next?

The sun streamed through the small opening in the window blinds and brought me out of my deep relax. I was alone in bed and naked. The image of my wife, Amy and my flower, Sue sharing Brad's semen burst into my mind and my cock sprang to life. I was extremely agitated with myself for my lack of courage to stop Brad from using them and even more alarmed that it excited me.

It was then that I heard the voices, first Sue's. "How could you do that, mom?" There was anger in her voice and it was apparent that they were arguing.

Amy's voice was too soft to hear but Sue yelled again. Well, not exactly a yell but in a tone that demonstrated that she was upset, very upset. "You were selfish. You were only thinking about yourself. How could you possibly do that to me?"

Silence followed and I got up. I quickly and quietly dressed, hoping to hear more. Thankfully, Sue was putting an end to this madness. She had come to her senses and was blaming her lady for her lack of judgment. I was so glad that Sue didn't come under that black man's magictic suggestions. Finally, my life would return to normal but I wondered if I could ever forget the sight of my wife, kneeling before Brad, sucking his enormous cock and then sharing a mouthful of cum with our eighteen year old flower. Thankfully the flower had more sense than either of us.

I made my way to the kitchen. It was a big, bright, cheery place but there was no cheer here this morning. I could see Amy first, sitting at the table, sipping coffee, looking concerned. She wore a cut off t-shirt that fell just under her breasts. I don't ever remember this article of clothing but she looked great as her full breasts moved the shirt material away from her body, revealing her rather firm stomach. It looked as if the only other clothing she had on were her panties.

I didn't see my flower, Sue until I was completely in the room. She was standing, leaning against the kitchen counter. She had her arms folded defensively around her mid section which held my shirt, my dress shirt against her. The shirt did little to hide her beautiful, long, graceful legs and I was ashamed that I had touched my own flower the previous evening and I was concerned that it would dramatically effect our relationship. I never wanted to jeopardize our togetherness.

Sue's head was down and she looked very, very unhappy. "Mom, how could you?" she asked in a softer tone.

Amy looked at her and responded with, "I'm sorry, baby. I'll never do that again."

Sue straightened and moved quickly towards the refrigerator and opened the door. In her hand was the jug of orange juice and she had her back to me as she poured a glass. She moved back to her previous spot but held the OJ in front of her as she turned and leaned back against the counter. One arm rested on the counter top, the other brought the take to her mouth. Her movements caused her shirt, my shirt to open and I was presented with her naked body. She stood with her feet slightly apart and my eyes soaked in her lovely, tight thighs. She did nothing to cover her nakedness and one of her pear shaped breasts peeked from behind the opened shirt. She put the OJ down and looked at me, knowing that I could see her precious pussy and gave me a smirk as she noticed my erection.

Sue looked at her lady and asked, "never again?"

"Never, but I couldn't help myself, baby, you have to understand," her lady responded.

I was confused. What would never happen again. Why didn't my flower cover herself, surely her lady knew that she was naked before me. Why didn't she say something?

Sue softly answered my questions when she directed the following towards her lady, "You could have at least let me suck it a little."

"You have to understand, Sue, once I started, it was like all I could think about was his cock. I just had to have it. I shared his cum with you, didn't I?'

Sue finally smiled as her hand went to her bare mound and said, "I guess I do, but you have to share, mom. All I could think about last night was his fantastic cock and what it would feel like in my mouth."

Amy sighed in relief and said, "maybe next time we can both ..."

Her sentence was interrupted by the phone. I was standing motionless, listening to my family profess their love for Brad's cock when the shrill ring surprised me.

"Hello," I answered.

"Well, hi stupid," said Brad. "How's the husband of the woman who loves to suck my cock and the man of the flower I will eventually fuck?"

"I'm okay," I said meekly. Why couldn't I stop this from happening.

"Who is it?" asked Amy.

I covered the mouthpiece and whispered that it was Brad. Both of the women came beside me and I could swear that they giggled in anticipation.

I listened to Brad as he asked questions and I relayed them to Amy and Sue.

"Brad wants to know if you were thinking about him?" I asked, fulfilling my role as the resident wimp.

"They both said yes," I relayed to Brad.

"Tell them that my black cock is hard just thinking about them."

I relayed this to them and they giggled some more.

"Are they wet?" asked Brad.

I asked the women and they both nodded in agreement.

"Don't ask them, cuckolds brownie for brains, check for yourself. Tell me if my two pussies are wet and anxious for me."

"You want me to touch...." was all I got out before Brad yelled, "do it now and tell me."

"Brad wants me to check to see if you're really wet," I said softly, apologetically.

Sue was the first to step forward and grabbed my hand. She bought it to her pussy and pushed a finger inside her. "Tell him, daddy, tell him how wet I am."

I moved my finger around, inside her and marveled at how slippery she was.

Amy grabbed my other hand and mimicked Sue. I had the phone stuck between my head and my shoulder and the middle finger of each hand inside a different pussy. It almost seemed like Amy and Sue were having a competition to prove who was the most excited.


"Are you checking, you idiot?" screamed Brad, making his presence felt.

"They're both very excited, Brad," I answered obediently.

"How do they taste?" asked Brad, in an obvious attempt to make me suffer.

I brought each finger to my mouth and sucked. At that moment, I wanted nothing more than to sink to my knees and bury my face into each delicious pussy.

In a halting breath, I answered, "they taste great."

"Good, now get your fucking hands off my property," demanded Brad.

"Did you get the camera, yet?" he asked.

"No, I just got up."

"Listen, Dave, go out shopping today and buy two cameras. I want one video and one for stills."

"How can I operate two cameras, Brad," I responded somewhat confused.

"You won't have to, I'm bringing someone with me to help, okay Dave? You don't have a problem with me bringing someone to help film me while I fuck your beautiful lady now, do you?"

"No," I whispered.

"Ask Amy, Dave. Ask her if it's okay."

I relayed the question to Amy and her response was "fine, when is he going to finally fuck me?"

Brad must have heard Amy's response because he laughed and said, "it must be fun, Dave, watching your woman get excited over my black cock. Tell your wife that I or shall I say, we, will be over Saturday night.

"I thought you did a show on Saturday nights?" I managed to ask.

"Renovations, they're closed, Dave, but your wife's pussy will be open. Okay, Dave?"

"Yeah," was all I could manage.

I told Amy and she was disappointed and said pouted, "not until Saturday?" She then looked at the calendar that was attached to the inside of the cabinet door. The calendar is where we wrote all of our engagements.

"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" said Amy.

"Amy, not in front of Sue," I replied, angry that she would use such language in front of our flower.

Laughter resounded from the phone. Brad could overhear the entire conversation and bellowed at my concern for Sue.

"You stupid cuckolds brownie," he said. "Trying to be manly and protect sweet Sue, when just a few moments before you had a finger up her cunt. Yo, dad, you're going to give me sweet Sue's pussy to fuck, remember?"

More laughter followed and I was ashamed.

"Why did Sue get angry? Let me talk to her," he demanded. His laughter for now terminated.

I gave her the phone but listened in on the hand held remote. Sue quickly explained. "I had forgotten that I was suppose to go to some educational function tonight, I'm suppose to get some stupid award."

"So what," replied Brad, "that's tonight. I'm going to make your pussy mine on Saturday, why is tonight a problem?"

"It's not, really. It's just that I'm so wet, and I don't want to go. I'll have to sit there and all I'll think about is your cock inside me."

"Where is it?" asked Brad.

"In your pants, silly"

"Not my dick, where's the award ceremony? Is that all you can think about?""

"At a local function hall. We rented one of the rooms and a lot of the teachers are going and yes, that's all I can think about"

"Is Mr. Davis going to be there," asked Brad.

"Yes," said Amy with gritted teeth, remembering that just last night her flower told her that Mr. Davis groped her.

"I want you to go. I'll make it special for you. Wear something sexy, something that will show a little cleavage and no panties."

Sue listened to this side of the conversation, a finger moving slowly in and out of her now soaking pussy and she whispered something into her lady's ear.

"Brad, Sue wants to know if she will be part of Saturday's activities."

"Most definitely. But I'm saving her pussy. Tell her to be patient. I have to go but I think you'll enjoy tonight ."

"You just don't know how boring these things are, Brad," explained Amy but Brad had already hung up.

Later that day, Brad called again and told me to get dressed, that we were going to go to an awards ceremony.

Amy had already left and I was amazed at how sexy she looked. Normally she would dress very conservatively for a school event but at Brad's demand she wore a black dress, that fell mid thigh. The top reveal a good amount of cleavage and was held up by two spaghetti straps. Amy did wear a business jacket and looked very, very nice. I just knew she was naked under her skirt.

Brad picked me up and we headed for the hall.

It was a large place with many different function rooms but we eventually found Amy, sitting at the head table, Mr. Davis right beside her. There was about 200 people there, mostly teachers and administrators and some students but no one noticed as we sat in the back. Amy didn't even notice us.

"She's the best looking woman here," added Brad and I had to agree with him.

"Although that redhead over there is a nice piece."

I didn't look because I was watching my wife. I saw the woman that excited me and wondered how I got in this predicament.

Nothing much was happening, yet. People were milling about and waitresses were bring around plates of cheeses and crackers.

I found myself getting a little excited as I watched Amy bring food ever so deliberately to her mouth. I thought of the pleasure that her mouth could give and I yearned for her. I wish I had a better seat from which to watch.

I thought of the nights with Amy, and I could feel the beginnings of an erection. The waitress snapped me out of my dream-like state and I ordered a wine.

It was then that Brad turned and noticed me gawking.

"Having some regrets, Dave?"

"Yes," I said wearily.

Brad took out a cell phone and punched in some numbers as I stared at my wife, my beautiful Amy.

Suddenly, Amy bent and took something out of her bag. It dawned on me what was happening when she put the phone to her ear.

"Hi beautiful," said Brad.

I could see Amy talking into the phone but not looking around. She didn't know we were here.

I couldn't hear what Brad was saying but he had finished his conversation and tossed me one of the heavy napkins from the table.

"Hold this," he ordered.

I saw Amy excuse herself from the table and head for the exit.

"Come along, I want you to witness something."

I followed Brad out of the room and realized that we were headed towards the restrooms.

We saw Amy enter the ladies room and waited. I felt foolish standing there but we watched and waited. Another woman exited and then we saw her. She stood at the door and nodded and then reentered.

"Come on," demanded Brad and I followed him into the same restroom that my wife entered. We did not immediately find her, but as we walked down the row of stalls, I turned a corner and saw her sitting on a couch.

I never realized they had such things in a ladies room. She was sitting at the edge of the cushion, waiting.

Brad moved in front of her and you stared at his fingers and all we could hear was the sound of the zipper being lowered. His cock was not hard but still bowed out away from his body and I swear it grew all by itself, seemingly stretching towards her.

"Put the napkin on the floor for the lady," Brad demanded and I instantly spread out the heavy cloth so my wife could kneel in front of him.

Amy slid off the couch and leaned forward. Without using her hands, which she placed on each side of Brad's waist she first kissed the bulbous head of his cock. Her tongue eagerly licked one side of his cock and she swiveled her head so that she could lick down the other side.

His cock now poked straight out and it looked powerful and Amy opened her mouth and accepted its head.

The sight of this huge, black cock jutting out from the front of his pants into my wife's stretched mouth was captivating.

I watched as she stared straight up at him while sucking his cock. It was if she was making love to his organ, leaning in to him so that more of his black cock slid between her beautiful lips. He leaned his hips towards you, making his cock more accessible to her hungry mouth. His was slick with her saliva as she moved back, letting it slip out of your mouth so that you could lick the head, swirling your tongue around, enjoying every inch.

Amy was so sexy as she knelt in front of him. Her jacket opened and her chest heaving in total lust. I got excited as I watched my wife, completely dressed, dangling earrings, the tennis braclet that I had given her on her wrist and then her hand moved to his cock. Amy had spectacular hands, long, thin, manicured nails and she made a tiny fist around his cock, fingers barely able to close around him. The sight of her wedding ring and diamond against his black cock made my heart ache and my cock expand.

She then pushed his cock up against his belt buckle and licked his balls, slowly wetting one then the other before opening wide and slipping one round nugget into her mouth, then the other, bathing them with her tongue.

"You want what's in there, Amy?" asked Brad and she licked that spot behind his balls and groaned a yes.

"Tell us what you want Amy,"

Amy didn't hesitate, "I want your cock. "

"What else, Amy?"

"I want your cum."

Brad looked at me and I didn't know what to do.

As if sensing my apprehension, Brad ordered me to kneel beside my wife and watch her suck his cock.

Amy moved back in front so that he pointed at her and she again took him into her mouth. She were oblivious to everything except that black tube in her mouth until Brad broke your concentration.

"See, Amy. See what happens when you sit at the head table."

I swear my wife smiled around his cock.

"You'll do anything for me, right Amy?"

"Anything," my wife tried to say around his shaft.

"Take my cock out of your mouth," Brad said sternly.

She kept sucking until he repeated the command, more powerfully, this time.

She reluctantly released his cock but her eyes never left his shiny cock and the saliva that hung from the end of it.

"Look at your husband, Amy."

Amy looked at him quizzically.

"Look at Dave."

She did, finally looking away from his cock but she brought up a hand so that you could lovingly stroke it, keeping it hard, keeping it near her cheek.

"Do you love your husband, Amy?"

The long unanswered seconds hung in the air until she said, "Yes."

"Tell him."

"I love you, Dave."

"Kiss him."

Amy leaned forward and kissed me, softly at first and then more passionately than she had in years. Her tongue probed my mouth, the same tongue that just seconds before was licking a black cock but I returned the kiss, also with passion.

"You have an incredibly sexy wife, Dave."

"Amy, tell Dave what you like to do."

Amy's lips were inches from mine, her eyes staring at me when she said in a husky, sexy voice, "I like to suck Brad's cock."

"What else, Amy."

"I want his cum in my mouth."

I stared at my wife as she stared back, as she knelt before this black man, gently pumping his cock that was beside her face and I felt that I loved my wife. She was under the control of his cock and in her world that's all that mattered.

"Look at her, Dave. She loves you but she never wants to let go of my cock. Now Amy, they will probably be missing you at your banquet. I need to cum. Suck my cock again but I want you to watch your husband."

Her eyes met mine and the sight of his cock in her mouth, her lips stretched around his black cock was more than I could handle. I moved a hand under her chin and held it as he fucked her face...such a beautiful face, such a talented mouth. My beautiful wife and I held her face so that a black man could slide his enormous cock in and out of her mouth.

You pulled back for a second, looked up at Brad and asked, "should I swallow?"

Brad laughed and said, "See Dave, Amy is always thinking."

Brad let Amy's mouth recapture his cock and said, "No Amy, don't swallow. I think I'll send you back with my seed in your mouth. Don't swallow until I give you a signal, Okay."

"She went back to work on his cock, lovingly sucking it into her mouth, licking its length, until she held her lips tightly around his organ. Amy's face moved forward and his cock started to disappear inside my wife's mouth until it bumped into the back of her throat. She then moved away and opened her mouth wider so she could breathe, deep, gulping breaths. With enough oxygen in her lungs, she repeated moving forward and back, his shiny cock slithering in and out between her lips.

She seemed to sense it coming and grabbed his cock and aimed the huge head directly in front of her wide open mouth as her eyes stayed on mine. Suddenly, he groaned loudly as he shot a thick stream of cum that twisted out the end of his cock and flew deeply into her mouth. Amy's head snapped back a little with the power of the cum blast. She had to squeeze his cock to stem the flow as it was obvious that it had reached the back of her throat. Amy had to swallow but did so quickly and aimed his cock again and released her grip. It was shot with such power and I watched him fill your mouth as a second, then a third, stream followed. Amy moved her mouth so that it was positioned below his cock in order to catch the last few streams that lazily oozed out

Our eyes never left each others as his cum slowed to a leak.

You looked so incredibly sexy as you savored the offerings that came from his cock, slowly lapping at his cock.

Your hand squeezed the last few drops from his cock and you kissed the head sweetly after you released it from your mouth. Your make-up was slightly smeared as you rose.

Your lips were pursed, containing the flood of cum but I kissed you.

"Isn't that romantic." Brad said sarcastically, "the husband softly kissing his wife while her mouth is full. I think I'm going to like you two."

"Show your husband the fruits of your labor, Amy."

My wife turned towards me and opened her mouth. She had her tongue pushed back and there was a pool of Brad's milky cum in the front of her mouth.

Brad told you to return to your seat, then glance at him, "I'll tell you when to swallow." I thought I detected a small, tight smile on my wife's face.

You fixed your skirt, turned and started to leave. Brad stopped you and made you put his cock back into his pants.

You then moved towards the exit and once at the door you nodded that it was clear and we left first and returned to our seat.

As I passed you, going out the door, it was hard to believe that you had a black man's cum in your mouth.

A minute later you walked slowly across the reception hall. I noticed more that a few men and also a woman or two were watching you. I had to agree with them, you were very watchable as you moved across the room, your hips swaying, drawing even more attention to yourself. At one point you turned and smiled at us. I felt that I never loved you more than at that instant.

The emcee spotted you walking towards the head table and said, "There she is. Congratulations to Miss Amy, the teacher voted most likely to be a role model. Amy come here and say a few words."

You moved to the head table, and stood behind the podium.

A few of the people in the audience yelled, "speech, speech" and everyone applauded. But I wondered if they would ever imagine that your mouth was full of cum. What would they think? Your comrades, your students, what would they think if they knew that just moments before you were on your knees, sucking a huge, black cock?

You stood there and was speechless, obeying Brad's command to the fullest and then you glanced at us. Long minutes passed but you were true to Brad and held his cum in your mouth as the crowd grew impatient. Brad rose and motioned for me to do the same. We turned and headed towards the exit. I glanced back once and saw you standing there, your fellow teachers, administrators and students watching you, never realizing why you couldn't speak. At the door, Brad finally turned and signaled. You gave him a devilish smile and we knew that you swallowed when you licked your lips.

You moved a step closer to the microphone and said, "You'll have to excuse me. I had something caught in my throat, but it's gone now."

Brad laughed and added, "I'm really going to enjoy your sweet, sexy wife, Dave. Thanks for letting me use her."

Brad had dropped me off a little ways down the street and I had to get a cab back to my house. You'd think that he would at least drive me all the way home, after all my wife just sucked him off until he came in her mouth. I guess I better get use to being treated like a second class citizen.

Once I got home, I checked in on Sue. She was in her room, watching TV from the sounds of it so I went to bed. About an hour later, the noise of the front door opening and closing woke me and I guessed that it was my wife, Amy. She busied herself in the bathroom and soon came to bed. I pretended to be arelax but soon discovered that Amy was in an amorous mood. She rolled over and faced me, placed a hand on my flaccid organ and scooted up a bit so that her breast rubbed against my face.

"Come on, Dave, I know you're awake." Amy purred.

No sense in pretending to be arelax, especially when presented the opportunity to suck one of Amy's luscious tits, so I quickly darted my tongue out and licked her pouting nipple.

Amy was startled by my quick actions and said "Oh, that's nice, baby. Is my poor husband turned on or frustrated from watching his faithful wife suck a big, black cock?"

My mouth was full of my wife's precious breast when we were both started by a another voice.

"You what?" It was Sue. She was standing by the door and overheard her lady and I couldn't tell if her voice was filled with anger or jealousy.

She moved quickly around the bed, towards my side and I had to squirm to the middle of the bed, pushing Amy furthr to her side as she pushed herself under the covers. I was now sandwiched between the two women in my life.

"Tell me all about it, Mom," pleaded Sue, "and don't leave out any details."

"Now, wait a minute, you two," I interjected but Sue had scooted up higher as she had seen her lady do and powerd her breast into my face.

"Hush, daddy, let mom tell me." demanded Sue.

With me silenced, Amy told Sue everything, how she went to the event, the cell phone call, meeting us in the ladies room and sucking Brad's cock. Her voice was excited as she spoke and Sue mostly listened but occasionally said wow or moaned and at one point she told her lady that she was lucky.

"Did he cum in your mouth?" asked Sue and Amy answered with a yes that was more of a husky whisper.

Amy proceeded to tell Sue how Brad made her hold his cum in his mouth until she was back on the stage and how she thought that maybe he would leave without telling her to swallow.

"What would you have done. mom?"

"Whatever he wanted," answered my wife and then there was a minute or two of silence as all three of us contemplated what that would be like.

"I wish he just left and didn't say anything, mom." Sue added.

""Why," Amy giggled.

"Well, like then maybe you would have some for me. You said that you would share, right?"

Before my wife could answer, Sue reached over me. I didn't realize why until Sue said "Wow, mom. You're so wet."

Sue groaned, reached over and complemented Sue's actions.

"You too, baby."

Now, Sue groaned as her lady fingered her.

"Mom?"

"What, honey?"

I could still feel them moving between the other's legs.

"Why does Brad's cum taste so good?"

"I don't know, baby, why?"

"I was wondering if it was just Brad or was it all men or just black men?"

Amy paused and added "I don't know, Sue. I guess we'll just have to experiment, okay honey?"

"Sounds like fun," added Sue and I drifted off to relax after many minutes of fearful wonder at just how they planned to experiment.

**************

It was Friday morning and I decided not to go to work. I slithered from between the two women and wrote down what I would do with my day. I knew that I had to go to the store and buy two cameras, One video and one for stills, as Brad had demanded. I also thought about what tomorrow would bring. I mean this man intended on fucking my wife and she wanted it, my flower wanted it and I... I just didn't know. Why did I get excited thinking about it but dreaded seeing another man and my wife, my beautiful wife together. I sipped a cup of early morning coffee while looking out the back window and decided that I should get the pool cover cleaned off. Anything to get my mind off of what was happening. It was a very warm day for late April and I'd be opening the pool in about another month but I'd first have to clean the cover which was full of leaves. Autumn may be beautiful in New England but raking leaves sucks.

I sat down to read the paper and noticed an ad, "Yard work done, no job too small. Immediate service provided."

That's what I'd do, hire someone and then I could just relax. I called, explained what I wanted and they quoted me $50. I asked when was the earliest they could come and they said that they could be there that day, right after noon. Great, I told them that someone would be there to direct them.

I was staring out the window when Sue plodded relaxily into the kitchen without a stitch of clothing.

"Sue," I said sternly, "put some clothes on."

"Oh! Don't be silly, daddy," she replied and I couldn't help staring as she leaned over to look into the open refrigerator. Her breasts were magnificent and swooped away from her body, dangling there as if begging to be held. Her flat stomach, the swell of her hips, her ass, the way her hair fell around one side of her head were making me hard and embarrassed.

I think Sue read my mind because she turned her head and a devious smile came across her lips as she said, "Like what you see, dad?"

"I need your help today, Sue," and I explained what I had planned.

She was not too happy that I had volunteered her to wait for the service man to arrive but I explained that I had to go buy cameras.

Sue protested that she was going to help her lady pick out something to wear for her fuck party.

Just at that moment, Amy appeared in the kitchen, also naked.

She went up to Sue and kissed her and said, "that's okay, baby, you help daddy. I'll pick out a few things and bring them home and let you decide what I should wear. What time is the man coming, Dave?"

I told her about noon and Sue said that she could wait and if he got there soon enough that they could still go shopping together.

That seemed to satisfy Sue and I really had to get out of the kitchen. I knew that I should go shopping but that could wait. I found it difficult to decide what I should be doing in order to get ready so that my wife could fuck a black man.

Sue decided that if she had to wait around, she might as well take advantage of the unusually warm day. She changed into a bikini top, what last year was a rather conservative top, now showed much of her ample cleavage. I wondered if the top got smaller or she got bigger and figured that she must have blossomed more that I realized in one year. The bottoms must not have fit because she had on a real short pair of shorts. She readied herself by bringing a book, a soda, the wireless extension and set up her lounge chair with her stuff neatly set on a small, plastic, patio table.

Amy saw me gawking at my flower from the kitchen window and said, "beautiful, isn't she?"

We both watched as Sue spread out a towel on the lounger, raised the back portion so that she could sit up and read, donned her sunglasses and sat her sexy self down. I don't know why but we both continued to watch our flower. Neither of us go upset when she lazily slipped her right hand down her flat stomach and dipped her hand inside her shorts. Her left hand held the book up so that she could read and it was obvious from the way she spread her legs and the slight movement of her hips that she was fingering herself. My wife and I watched mesmerized.

What happened next, happened quickly. I heard the truck door slam in the driveway. I figured it must be the man who was going to clean the pool, so I went to the front to greet him. The truck was there but I couldn't find thim. It was like a lightning bolt hit me and I realized that he must have headed directly to the back yard. He would see Sue and so I ran back into the house in an attempt to intercept him.

It was then that the phone rang and Amy had answered.

"Hi Brad," she said enthusiastically and I stopped in my tracks.

"Of course I'm excited. I can't wait," my wife whispered into the phone and I knew they were talking about tomorrow. I got a little jealous but what I saw in the backyard got me nervous.

Sue was still doing what she was doing and this man was watching her as he moved closer and closer to her. He was shirtless, muscular and black. It seemed as if the universe was against me. I don't think I would have been as nervous had he been white.

Amy was watching with the phone pressed to her ear as the man, I figured he must be in college, moved so that he was at the small table that Sue had set up.

I then realized that my wife was describing the proceedings to Brad.

"My poor baby doesn't realize that this man is watching her play with herself. What? Yes. She has the extension. You want to speak to her? Okay, I can beep her."

Sue pushed the call button on the phone and both the man and Sue jumped. Sue looked up and saw him and smiled but she didn't snatch her hand out of her shorts like I thought she would. She stared at the stranger, spread her legs a little further apart and moved her hand deeper inside her shorts.

She motioned for the boy to answer the phone. Slowly, never taking his eyes off her, he picked up the phone and said, "hello."

"Let me speak to Sue," said Brad in a deep, commanding voice.

Amy and I stood there at the kitchen window, watching Sue while our heads were pressed together so we could her Brad.

The man held out the phone towards Sue but she did not reach for it. He stepped closer, still holding the phone out.

We then heard our flower's voice through the phone.

"Could you hold my place, please?"

The man, wanting to please, took the book from Sue's hand and placed it on the table so that it was spread open to the correct page and held out the phone again.

"I didn't mean the book," said Sue as she took the man hand and brought it close to her, held up the cloth of her shorts with the other and then moved his hand under the material. The man knelt beside her and busied himself between my flower's legs. She brought a hand to his cheek and whispered a thank you as she took the phone.

"Hello," she more groaned than said.

"Hi sweet Sue," answered Brad. "Your mom tells me you have some company."

"Yup," answered Sue.

"Well, who is he?"

Sue pulled the phone away from her ear and asked the man what was his name.

"Jerome," she told Brad.

The small talk continued while Brad and Sue questioned Jerome. He was 19 and a senior at the same school that Sue went to.

Amy whispered to me that she didn't recognized him.

"What are you doing right now, Sue?" asked Brad.

"I'm sitting in the backyard talking to you." replied Sue.

"What's Jerome doing?"

"Oh, he's kneeling beside me," Sue told Brad.

"What else is he doing, Sue" demanded Brad.

"Well, he has his hand down the front of my shorts and..," Sue groaned not able to finish as her she raised her hips to meet Jerome's fingers.

"And what?" growled Brad.

"He's touching my pussy," moaned my flower.

"Do you like it?"

"Very much, Brad."

Brad then asked my Sue to give the phone to Jerome. Smart boy, as he used his free hand to hold the phone so that he could keep his fingers inside Sue's pussy.

"Jerome, right?" questioned Brad.

"Yup," replied the boy, not really interested in conversation.

"Well, Jerome, we have a problem here," Brad started in a voice that told of his heritage. "That pretty little pussy that you're touching, well, Jerome, that's my pussy, my unspoiled pussy and I'd be very, very disrespectful of anyone who thought they could have a pussy that be mines.

Jerome quickly withdrew his hand and was all apologetic to Brad.

"That's okay, Jerome, you didn't know, now let me speak to my pussy."

Jerome handed the phone back to Sue and she quickly asked "Why did you stop him, Brad? That's not fair."

Sue continued to complain, bringing up the fact that he had used her lady twice and she got nothing when Brad finally relented and said "Give the phone back to Jerome."

"Okay Jerome, you want to get relief and please this little lady?"

"Yeah," Jerome quickly replied.

"Okay then but listen to me and if I find out that you did anything different than I said, then you'll be one sorry ladyfucker.

Amy and I listened as Brad directed Jerome and we watched as he first put down the phone, quickly stepped out of his own shorts and stood naked in front of Sue. Sue's hand moved rapidly to grab his rather large, stiff cock. Jerome quickly removed her hand and told her that she couldn't touch him and he couldn't touch her but to sit back and wait.

Sue moved against the back of the lounger and sat up straight as Jerome straddled the lounger so that he was loomed over Sue with his cock pointed at her face. Sue started to lean forward as if to capture it in her mouth but Jerome reluctantly pusher back against the seat.

"I'm sorry, but I can't," he tried to explain and he wrapped his hand around his meaty organ.

Sue seemed to understand and she leaned back, pulled down her bikini top and exposed her breasts to Jerome as if to help him achieve an orgasm.

Jerome pumped his cock viciously and I was amazed at how much cock was visible even with his hand wrapped around it. His hips bucked and Sue moved her head a little closer to his cock. We didn't need a phone to hear the groan coming from Jerome and Sue opened her mouth wide a mere fraction of an inch from the head of his black cock.

Jerome's fist stopped moving, his back arched and Amy and I could see a stream of cum shoot out the end of his cock directly into Sue's mouth. Sue moved closer still, actually pursing her lips around his cock as he was obviously spilling stream after stream of cum from his black cock into my beautiful flower's waiting mouth.

He stopped moving and let go of his cock. Sue still had it captured in her mouth and you could see by the way her cheeks would hollow out that she was milking his cock for every drop of cum she could get. Sue even reached up, cupped his balls tenderly and moved her fingers around his cock in such a way that would drain it of sperm.

Sue released his cock from her mouth, licked the head and quickly jumped up from the lounge chair. This seemed to startle Jerome and it certainly startled Amy and me as she ran across the yard towards the back door. I assumed that she was going to be sick and was racing for the bathroom.

Amy and I watched as she opened the back door, entered the kitchen but instead of continuing to the bathroom she stopped in front of her lady. Sue looked directly into her lady's eyes and opened her mouth to show her a huge pool of cum that seconds before resided in the balls of a black teenage boy. The two women moved closer and their lips met, mouths opened and fresh cum was swapped from mouth to mouth, back and forth, some leaking out to wet lips and cover a chin only to be lapped up by the other, each sharing her mouthful with the other.

I watched opened mouthed and suddenly realized that Jerome was beside me, pumping his hard again cock as he simple said, "wow."

I told Jerome to leave and I actually paid him for the work not done. I hope he doesn't think I'm paying him to cum in my flower's mouth.

Amy and Sue licked at each other's lips and finally the cum was gone.

"Thank you, Sue" said Amy and Sue kissed her again.

The two went shopping as did I and we all got back home in time to have dinner together.

I asked what they had purchased but the just giggled and said that I'd have to wait until tomorrow.

"I'm going out with Bob, tonight but I won't be late," stated Sue and she came over to me and kissed me full on the lips and said, "you're so lucky, daddy."

I thought the excitement for the evening was over but ....

that's for another day.

Amy had me help her clean the house in preparation for her special day. She was nonstop and the tight t-shirt that she wore was plastered with perspiration, so much so that her nipples were clearly visible as they poked at the saturated material. I couldn’t help but watch, the sway of her breasts, the firmness of her legs that were exposed due to the fact that she was wearing rather short, shorts, her incredible overall sexiness and the fact that I wanted her, wanted her more than any time of my life, and I wanted her for myself. I guess I was staring too much because Amy stopped and looked directly into my eyes. She moved a hand between her legs and a finger snaked up inside the material of her shorts and it was obvious that she was fingering herself.

She exhaled deeply and without regret or remorse she purred, “Just think, honey, tomorrow Brad’s cock will be inside my pussy, fucking me.”

Suddenly her eyes popped opened and she quickly stripped off her shorts and panties.

“Dave, get over here, now,” she demanded.

I rushed to her side and let her guide my hand to her bald pussy. It was like we were first married again. I was lost in my wife’s nakedness, although she was never completely shaved before. I forgot all about Brad, all about what tomorrow would bring and only focused on my wife’s pussy, the pussy she was giving me to enjoy.

My wonderful thoughts came to a screeching halt when Amy asked, “Is my pussy okay? Will Brad like it? Do I need to shave again?”

My heart sank as I muttered, “you’re beautiful, baby, absolutely beautiful,” and my fingers played with her precious pussy.

“Make sure I’m completely smooth for him, please Dave.”

I knew what she meant and I brought my mouth to her mound. I let my tongue glide over the tender lips, letting my tongue slide out and taste her, slowly exploring her lips with my lips.

“Well?” questioned Amy.

“I’m not sure yet,” I replied as best I could without breaking the contact of mouth and pussy.

Moments later I heard Amy giggle and she brought her hand to the back of my head, holding it there against her when she said, “Poor Dave. I forgot how much you like to lick me.”

She pushed her hips against me and I covered her slit and let the essence of her pussy flow into my awaiting mouth.

I don’t know how long I spent kneeling between my wife’s legs, tasting her pussy but the shrill ring of the phone brought me back to reality. Luckily for me, Amy was close and I continued to lap the slick skin as she spoke. I figured that it was probably Brad and I didn’t want to stop what I was doing but Amy tugged my head back gently and said, “My dear pussy licking husband, your flower needs you.”

I knew that my face was slick from her but I meekly spoke into the phone, “hello?”

Sue’s voice came in a rush, a rapid almost hysterical rush and I could barely understand what she was saying.

“Slow down, Sue, I can’t understand you.”

Sue was sobbing and I was only able to interpret a few words, “Bob.. argument.. ride home... he doesn’t love me.. pick me up... please..”

I turned to Amy and asked, “Who’s Bob?”

“Her boyfriend, silly”

“What happened to Ted?”

Amy smirked at me all the while she brazenly fingered her unfulfilled pussy and said, “Tom, not Ted, Tom was her last boyfriend. Bob’s her new boyfriend, You remember the varsity football quarterback, high school hero, the boy all the girls want.”

I shrugged, not being able to keep up with the current social events but I asked Sue what she wanted me to do.

“I want to come home now,” she cried, “please pick me up, daddy.”

“Okay, Sue, I’ll get there as quick as I can,” I promised her and quickly jotted down the directions.

I made myself presentable and hated to leave as I continued to stare at my beautiful wife as she spread her legs wide and plunged three fingers into her sloppy pussy. I knew I had to get my flower but wondered if I would be the first man to return to my house and find such a sexy surprise.

I put the keys in the ignition, started the car and drove. Bob lived a few towns away and I wasn’t sure of the directions. Aware that I might get lost, wondering if my wife might have a visitor, troured at the actions of my flower earlier in the day and now the fact that my gas tank was perilously low caused me to become anxious. I continued to follow the somewhat confusing directions and guessed that I was close and therefore could wait until after I picked up Sue to find a gas station.

Finally, I found the correct street. I continued slowly and scanned the house address numbers when I saw what looked like a common streetwalker. The young lady was dressed in a really short, plaid, pleated skirt and thigh high’s. I think that’s what they are called. Black nylon type stocking that ended just above the knee. The contrast of her white thighs showing between her skirt and the blackness of her stockings made her look seductive. I must have been concentrating of her legs and didn’t realize that the young lady was my flower, standing on the street, waiting for me.

I stopped and she scampered around the car, opened the door and plopped silently on the passenger’s seat.

I turned to look at her. She sat there, slumped in the seat and still hadn’t said a word. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her chest, her knees pressed together and her feet spread wide. I noticed that her hair was somewhat mussed up but to be honest I don’t know if that was the style or not. Her head was down and she looked like the typical, pouting teenager.

It wasn’t until I noticed the mascara laden tear that slowly made its way down her cheek that I realized how upset she was.

“What’s the matter, baby.” I said in my most manly voice.

Sue responded by shaking her head side to side and slouching further down in the seat. She sat there, sniffling and I did the first thing that came to mind. I placed my hand under the chin of her down turned head and lifted her head so that she was at least looking at me.

“Come on, Sue, you know that you can talk to me.”

The smallest of smiles greeted me and she unwrapped her arms that were hugging herself and reached for a tissue so that she could wipe her nose.

Finished, she dropped her arms by her side and I noticed that her blouse was opened. I tried to determine if it was ripped open. If it was then I would have a serious talk with Bob but I could see a button. They were all there but they were undone, all except the bottom one and the sides of my flower’s lush breasts were visible.

Looking down at her, I could see this incredibly sexy girl, woman really, the skin between her breasts peeking out from the gaping blouse, as well as a fair amount of her firm legs exposed by the little pleated skirt that had now ridden up nearly around her waist.

I took her hand gently and said in a soft voice, “do you want to tell me what the problem is, Sue?”

She sniffled a few times but I finally her a weak voice say “Bob and I had an argument.”

“All couples have disagreements, honey.”

“He called me a slut.”

“What? Why?” I couldn’t understand why a boyfriend would do that until I heard her answer.

“I told him about this afternoon,” sobbed Sue

It was like amnesia had set into my brain, “what happened this afternoon?”

“I told him that I sucked that black boy’s cock,” explained Sue and she looked up at me for the first time.

“You told him that?”

She nodded in the affirmative.

“What did he say?”

The words seemed to come in gasping bursts, “he said that no respectable white girl would suck a.. a.. a.. black boy. He said that no girlfriend of his would let a black boy touch her. He was really mad, daddy.”

“I can understand why, Sue.”

“You can?”

Sue seemed to be thinking and ***ly she slipped her hand inside her blouse and I could see that see was holding her breast, her fingers tweaking her nipples.”

“But daddy, you let mommy suck Brad’s cock and tomorrow he’s going to fuck her.”

“But Sue...”

I really didn’t know what I was going to say but Sue interrupted me anyway.”

“That’s all I want, Daddy. I can’t understand why Bob won’t let me suck black cock, it’s not like I’m cheating on him. I love Bob and I told him that.”

“But Honey, men get jealous..”

“You don’t ,” she shot back. “I explained to him that I would never let another boy have my pussy, that my pussy was his and only his but I needed to suck...” and she started crying.

I put my arm around my flower to comfort her but wondered how in less than a week she had gone from a very sophisticated young lady, honor student, cheerleader who wouldn’t dare say an a bad word to this girl who couldn’t understand why her boyfriend wouldn’t let her suck black men.

Sue’s cheek was against my chest when she said, “I told him about tomorrow, daddy.”

“You what?”

“I told Bob that mom was going to fuck Brad and I told him how it was okay with you and how you were going to film it and how other people would be there and I invited him to come over and watch.”

I knew that this should bother me but my mind couldn’t figure out why and all I said was, “Is he coming?”

“He didn’t say, but I’ll call him later tonight after he calms down.”

Sue’s pulled her head up as I put both hands on the wheel. I looked at Sue one last time before pulling away from the curb and saw that although she was looking up, she was still slumped in the seat, still fondling her own breast and still sobbing.

I must have gotten lost in my thoughts as I did on the streets and decided to pull into a gas station. I needed gas and directions. As I stopped at the pump, I looked over at you. Your head still down again, your skirt still high up and the blouse was still tucked in but was open in a wide Vee from your belly button up. It’s a wonder your breasts just didn’t pop out.

I waited and finally the gas station door opened and a man approached the car. He was black, not surprising considering the turn of events in the last week. He was tall, I’d say about 6 foot 5 and old, maybe in his mid sixties. I knew that I should have just bolted but I was lost in thought.

“Whatz ya flava?” the old man said.

“Fill ‘er up, regular,” I replied.

“Yes ‘em” he said and placed the gas nozzle in its spot. He moved around to my side and began washing the window and it

was then that he noticed Sue. He quickly moved to her side. Who wouldn’t? A beautiful white girl obviously inattentive to what her clothing revealed was enough to get anyone’s attention.

It was then that Sue’s eyes popped opened and she blinked a few times trying to focus. She was greeted with the glaring image of a black man, showing his pearly whites as he cleaned and cleaned your window.

Immediately, her breathing quickened and she continued to massage her breast but she did so in such a manner that the material of her blouse was pushed aside and one of her breasts was bared for this old man.

Sue started to move her knees back and forth as she stared at the man. He looked down and I’m sure that he could see her panties, at least when her legs were opened. The hand inside her blouse moved faster and faster both of us could see that she were pulling at her nipple.

Sue stared directly at the man as she played with her womanly tits and her legs finally were motionless as she held her knees wide apart. My beautiful, young flower was allowing this old, black man to take in her nakedness and it seemed to excite her.


Something, deep in the recesses of my brain told me that it was okay.

The man came to her side, bent down so that his hands were on her door, stuck his head in the widow and said “Whatz a matta, little girl?”

She turned her head to look at him but said nothing.

He directed his next question to me but kept staring at my flower’s chest, “Wife? girlfriend?”

“Daughter,” I explained and it was the first time that he actually looked at me.

“She be a handful?” he questioned and continued to stare.

I heard the gas nozzle shut off but we both watched Sue.

“Sometimes, deez young girls need special attention, ya know whats I mean?”

“I do know, but she needs something I don’t have.” I replied.

The old man laughed.

“Needs me ta check unda the hood, ma’am” as he stared directly at her hand held tit.

Something that I could never explain, something that I never would consider doing, at least a week ago, I did. I leaned over towards my sexually aroused flower and grasped the side of her blouse and pulled it towards me. Both her breasts was bared for this man, nipples at attention and she sat there naked from the waist up

“Thank ya sir, Willie, do a good job of checkn” and with that he covered an entire breast with his black hand. Sue arched her back and offered him her chest as he moved from breast to breast, pulling at the nipples, squeezing one tit roughly, then the other.

Sue turned towards me and mouthed “thank you” as she squirmed under this old, black mans pawing.

Willie’s large black hand cupped Sue’s breast and he swirled his thumb over the nipple and Sue groaned.

“Nuttin wrong her, sir, she be one fine look’n white girl.”

He continued to paw at her tits and added, “tits must drive the boys crazy.”

“How ‘bout da engine, sir, see if we can get it to purr?”

He grinned at me and Sue looked at me land whispered, “please.”

I reached over again and tugged at the skirt. It quickly went higher on her waist because Sue had lifted her hips to aid me.

She lifted her hips again and I slipped off her skimpy panties. Once removed she spread her knees wide apart offered her tender, white cunt to this old, black stranger.

“That be one fine look’n engin, ma’am” and he placed his hand on her knee.

His hand moved up and down her smooth, firm thighs and said, “She be runnin a bit warm, sir”

Three sets of eyes watched as he moved up her thigh and touched her pussy.

Willie wasted no time and covered her pussy with his hand.

“Engin nice and primed, sir” he said as he let his long middle finger move inside.

Sue pushed up against him and he continued to move his finger in and out with her help. All of us could hear the squishing noise

as he finger fucked her precious hole.

“She be opened up good, mista, but I figger she been hasn’t used recently.”

He pulled out his finger, now sloppy from her juices and held it to her lips. Sue lurched forward greedily and sucked his digit clean.

Willie laughed and added, “that be a problem wit dez newa models, sir, day don’t git used enough. Diz fine pussy needs constant attention.

Willie again dipped his middle finger into her hungry pussy and held up his glistening finger and proclaimed, “I think she be bout a quart low, sir, she could use some of Willie’s special fluid.”

You turned and looked at me hungrily and I nodded. Willie grinned at my permission and opened Sue’s door. He moved inside the open door as Sue stared at his obvious arousal.

He moved closer and said “This be self service ma’am”

He stood and presented the front of his dirty work pants to her.

Her dainty fingers went to the belt and opened it, She quickly slid down the zipper and unbuttoned the button. Sue grabbed both sides of Willie’s work pants and tugged them down around his knees. His huge cock plopped out smacking Sue on the top of your head.

My flower turned one last time to me, winked and quickly went back to this old man’s cock that burst out from his loins, bearing so much weight that gravity pulled down the head towards her mouth.

Sue wasted no time and lapped at the little drop of seminal fluid that had leaked from him. She cradled his balls with her right hand and stroked him tenderly with the left as she kissed and licked at this ebony treat.

Before long the head of his huge cock was in her mouth and he pumped his hips as he fucked her pretty face.

She had turned her head in the car so that her mouth was more accessible to his cock. Occasionally Sue pulled back and his cock, slippery from her mouth would hang in front of her face. Sue would hold up his mammoth cock and lick it’s entire length. My pretty flower had her face buried in his groin and she lathed each of his bloated balls with her tongue.

Moving back, she licked all around the fat head of his cock. Nothing

else in the world mattered to her as her mouth helped him reach a powerful climax. Stream after stream of thick cum spewed from his cock. Sue tried to swallow but it was too much. It leaked around her mouth but she captured the overflow with open hands.

Sensing that Willie was done, Sue reluctantly pulled back for some air but he wasn’t finished. A thick stream shot from his cock and spattered her face. It started at her lips and cut a swath up her face

and into her hair. He grabbed his massive log and pumped one more thick rope of cum to explode onto her breasts.

He was finally spent but Sue wanted more. She lapped at the cum on her hands, much like a hungry kitten savoring the last drops of milk in a dish and then she hungrily scooped as much as you could from her breasts into her mouth and then returned his big, black, cockhead to her mouth for a thorough tongue cleaning.

Exhausted, Sue collapsed back into the seat and Willie hoisted his hefty manhood into his pants.

Willie stepped back and closed the door while my flower sat there totally exposed. His head suddenly appeared in her open window and his hand made its way to her pussy. Sue kept her legs spread apart as his black finger again entered her pussy. After a while he pulled it out and held it up to show both of us how wet it was.

“I think she’s about full, now. Duz ya feel any betta?”

Sue smiled as she nodded her head in agreement.

“Mind ya manners and thank Willie, properly” he scolded Sue.

Sue moved towards the old man and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him hungrily and then leaned back against the seat.

“Thank you, sir,” she said and then slowly licked her lips.

He head was still int the window and said “Ya’ll come back when the little lady needs ‘nother fillup. You be proud of her, ya hear. She be one fine cock sucker.”

He walked around to the drivers side, looked at the pump and said, “That’ll be twenty.”

I started to turn around and look at the pump, knowing full well that my car never takes that much gas but Willie quickly explained.

“Ten for the gas, ten for the little lady’s fluid.”

I gave him a twenty and thanked him.

We drove home, and I thankfully noted that there were no strange cars in front of the house. I was also thankful that no one was around to notice my flower entering the house with her breasts visible because of her opened blouse.

I entered the house and again was reminded how much my life had changed in the one short week. Amy, my precious Amy was standing in the kitchen, naked and not the least bit ashamed that she was still fingering herself.

Sue giggled when she saw her mom and said,”thinking about tomorrow?”

Amy answered with a soft moan and then noticed that her flower’s blouse was open.

“What happened to you?”

When Sue started to relate all the details of the evening, Amy pushed me down and grabbed my hair and roughly moved my face to her pussy. I licked my wife’s pussy as she listened to Sue and I was hoping that Sue would leave nothing out. This would be the last evening that Amy’s pussy would be truly mine and I wanted to savor every delicious moment.

I didn’t hear what Sue said to Amy, I didn’t worry about a man coming to fuck my wife tomorrow, I wasn’t concerned that Sue had swallowed the cum of two strange, black men in one day, It seemed normal for my wife to be fingering Sue’s darling pussy as she listened to her story. At that moment, all I cared about was Amy’s cunt, I’d worry about tomorrow, later.