les histoires de chrislebo

While Jennifer was looking at me, Lucy slid her hand down to squeeze her ass. Jennifer's eyes widened. She looked like she was sinking in quicksand. But I could see her nipples hardening under her t-shirt. I remembered that Jennifer had been braless for the entire evening, even at Denny's. Then, as if on cue, Lucy reached for the hem of Jennifer's top and, despite Jennifer's initial reflex to resist, Lucy peeled it off of her, exposing her breasts.

"Kneel down, please" Lucy said softly to her as she guided her down to the rug. Both of them kneeled, facing each other. Lucy kissed her again as she wrapped one arm around her naked back, and fondled one of her breasts with her other hand.

Jennifer's eyes were closed in resignation.

I loved seeing this. I loved seeing Lucy, gently dominate her. Jennifer was such a natural sub, there was nothing she could do but obey.

Lucy leaned forward. "Lean back, please" She smiled.

Jennifer did as she was told and leaned back as Lucy slid her hand from Jennifer's breast, down her taut belly, and to the waistband of her jeans. Jennifer looked down helplessly as Lucy tugged at her waistband and unbuttoned her jeans.

"Lay back, please" Lucy smiled.

Jennifer brought her legs from underneath herself, and set her ass down on the rug. Lucy slowly, pulled Jennifer's jeans down her hips, exposing her shaven pussy, and drawing the jeans over her perfect white-golden thighs. Jennifer squeezed her eyes closed and blushed, as she lay completely nude before us.

Lucy crawled forward and looked at her face until she opened her eyes. When she did, Lucy smiled and planted a kiss on her lips. Jennifer was on her back, and Lucy was on her hands and knees above her. Lucy arched her back like a lioness, and Jennifer was her helpless prey.

"How is our little soldier doing?" Lucy said, and slid her right hand down to Jennifer's pussy. She, of course, was referring to Jennifer's clit.

Jennifer squirmed and gasped as Lucy's fingers burrowed into her pussy and found her clit.

"Well, well, well" Lucy chuckled. "Feels like he's getting there."

Lucy rubbed Jennifer's clit and Jennifer lay there squirming and whimpering.

"Is our little soldier getting there Jennifer? Is he getting all wet?" Lucy spoke to her slowly, almost condescendingly, but still with a great amount of affection.

Jennifer kept her eyes closed and said nothing.

"Is he Jennifer?" She said as she leaned in, almost to kiss her lips. She hovered over her, her lips within an inch of Jennifer's mouth.

"Is he all wet Jennifer?" she whispered into Jennifer's lips.

Jennifer breathed hard as Lucy rubbed and squeezed her clit.

"Oooo ... does he like what I'm doing to him?" She whispered.

Jennifer was still.

"Does ... he ... like it?" Lucy whispered. "Does he Jennifer? Does he like it?"

"Yes..." Jennifer said in a barely audible whisper.

"Does he like it Jennifer? I couldn't hear you sweetie."

"Y-yes" Jennifer said with her eyes shut tightly. Her hips had stopped squirming.

"Does he want more?"

"Hpmph"

"All you have to do is ask."

"nnnghh..."

"Just say 'more please', sweetie!"

"aaahhhh"

"What do you say Jennifer?"

"mmm.."

"What's that?"

"mmm..more ... p-please..." Jennifer whispered feebly. Her hips had started to just barely rock.

Lucy smiled, and gingerly removed her fingers from Jennifer's pussy.

"Unghh!" Jennifer said, losing control of herself as her hips bucked slightly, begging for more.

"Oh don't worry silly, there will be more later."

Jennifer opened her eyes, snapping out of the trance she was in and feeling completely mortified that she had actually just asked for more, from a girl, in front of us.

"Roll over, please sweetie." Lucy whispered passionately.

Jennifer glared at her and quickly shot glances at both Scott and myself. Lucy did not allow Jennifer much room to roll over, but she managed. She lay under Lucy, naked and prone, as she buried her head in her arms.

Lucy kneeled up while letting her hands slide down Jennifer's shoulder blades to her waist. "Oh what a pretty little ass!" she said and squeezed each of Jennifer's cheeks with both hands.

"Your ass is cute in jeans, but it is SO lovely when it is bare like this."

She squeezed and kneaded Jennifer's ass. "It's so soft and firm! I love it!"

Lucy reached and grasped each of Jennifer's hips.

"Come on, sweetie. Ass up." She pulled Jennifer's hips back. "Ass up for me."

Jennifer obeyed. I loved the way Jennifer's hips, ass and lower back looked whenever she was in doggy position like that, with her ass in the air, submissively available. I liked to command her to entice me by bumping and grinding it and wagging it around slowly. But Lucy looked content just to hold her by the hips and press her pelvis into her as if she was fucking her from behind.

"Mmmmm" Lucy purred. "That's my good little piggy."

She ground her pelvis into Jennifer's ass, in a sort of, mammalian domination display. There was something additionally sexy about the fact that Lucy was completely dressed, while Jennifer was completely naked. Jennifer just seemed to let her have her way with her. She lay there completely submissive.

Lucy spanked her lightly -- not to hurt as much as to assert her dominance -- and chuckled. "Such a pretty little piggy!"

She reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jennifer's long silky brown hair and pulled her head back.

Jennifer winced and lifted her body up.

Lucy pulled Jennifer until she was in a kneeling position. She reached around and cupped Jennifer's breast like she owned it.

"So are we going to put on a nice little show for these fine gentlemen?"

"Yes." Jennifer whimpered on the verge of tears.

"Good" Lucy smiled and kissed Jennifer on the neck. "We each have a part to play, and I want you to do exactly as you are told. Understand sweetie?"

"Y-yes,"

"Okay ... now stand up and turn around to face me."

Jennifer reluctantly stood and turned to face Lucy. Lucy remained kneeling.

"Now," Lucy said. "Slap me."

Jennifer stood, confused.

"I said slap me. Slap my face"

Jennifer looked down at her and, still confused, weakly slapped Lucy's face.

"Harder."

Jennifer slapped her.

"Now call me a name and slap me again"

Jennifer looked at me. I honestly did not know what Lucy was doing either.

"What name?"

"Any name. Insult me and slap my face. Do it. Do it Now."

"Uh ... Slut?" Jennifer sounded like she was asking a question and slapped Lucy's face again.

"MMMM ... Yes, I am a slut Ma'am!" Lucy said. "Now take off my clothes."

Jennifer looked at her.

"Do it!" Lucy hissed.

Jennifer reluctantly leaned forward and removed Lucy's top.

"Slap me again and call me a slut."

"Uh.... Okay." Jennifer slapped her and said "Slut." without a hint of emotion.

"Make me take my pants off!"

"Uh ..."

"Yes Ma'am! I will take off my clothes for you!" Lucy said. "I will strip for you Ma'am!"

Jennifer stood there, completely confounded. This was weird. I did not know where Lucy was going either. I did not really care as she stripped off her clothes. Lucy had a hot little body. It looked like she worked out a little more than Jennifer did, and her skin was more fair. It looked like she did not have an ounce of fat on her. She had small but perky b-cups. Her nipples were small and light pink, almost invisible. Her pussy was shaven. Her ass was smallish and tight.

"Now make me kiss your pussy!" Lucy said.

"Wh--?"

I snapped out of it. Wait a minute.

"Do it! Tell me to kiss it!"

"Uh .. kiss it?"

"Yes Ma'am!" Lucy smiled broadly and thrust her face into Jennifer's naked pussy. She reached her hands around to Jennifer's ass.

Jennifer clenched up and raised her hands up.

"Lay down" Lucy whispered.

Jennifer hesitated and lay down.

"Spread your legs."

Jennifer obeyed.

Lucy started licking Jennifer's pussy.

Jennifer gasped.

"MMM ... Make me!" Lucy said, muffled. "Hold my head and make me."

Jennifer placed her palms on Lucy's head.

Scott clapped once and smiled, and just like that, the bet was lost.

I sat there trying to figure out what had happened. I was still a bit stunned.

Jennifer, meanwhile was being orally serviced by a woman for the first time. She had that confused expression on her face, as she felt humiliated yet aroused. She took a sudden deep breath as she came fast and hard.

I could see Lucy was reaching under her own pelvis to finger herself as she tongued Jennifer's clit.

Now Jennifer was grasping hard on Lucy's head, with two clenched fistfuls of hair "UUUnnnggggg!" Jennifer came again.
Lucy sat up, Jennifer released her hair. Lucy shifted her legs around. Jennifer watched as Lucy took a hold of one of her legs and placed it between her own until they we scissoring. Lucy maneuvered her pelvis close to Jennifer', and in the next moment, their pussies were touching. Lucy started grinding her pussy into Jennifer's.

"Ugh ugh uh uhh" Lucy grunted as she pressed her pussy, almost violently against Jennifer's.

Jennifer closed her eyes helplessly, and despite the embarrassment, began to grind into Lucy.

"OHHH yes!" Lucy exclaimed as Jennifer started pushing back. "That's a good little piggy!" Oh yes ... yes ... YEEEEESSS!!!"

After Lucy came they both laid back, exhausted.

"Okay, go get cleaned up."

They each stood and gathered their clothes and went to the bathroom.

"So, " he said smiling "Looks like I won the bet."

My heart sank. Not only was I not going to have the fun of a three way with Jennifer and Lucy...but HE was going to have sex with Jennifer. MY Jennifer! "I tell you what." He said to me as we heard the shower turn on in the bathroom. "I have an alternative option."

"Alternative option?"

"Yeah, instead of having sex with Jennifer, you have to let me practice on her"

"What!?"

"I have my orthodontics final coming up and I need practice putting braces on the teeth of a real permister."

"You want to put ... braces on her? Instead of sex? That makes no sense."

"I can't fail this final. I'm already on academic probation."

"So ... instead of sex ... you want to put braces on her teeth?"

"Either hers or yours. It doesn't matter."

"No way you are putting braces on me."

"So make Jennifer do it. Or would you rather have me fucking her?"

"Why don't you put some on Lucy?"

"Lucy is the volunteer for my final. I want to practice first."

I sighed. "Fine. You can put braces on her."

"Sweet." He clapped once and shot over to the little chest next to the antique dentist's chair.

"Wait ... you want to do it NOW?"

"Yep. The final is Thursday."

"Jesus."

"What's the difference if it's today or tomorrow?

"None I guess."

"I don't mind if it's you instead of her. Teeth are teeth."

"No it will be her. I'll get her."

At the time I just couldn't figure out why Scott would turn down a three-way with two hot, submissive Asian girls. For what? to practice putting braces on her teeth? It simply did not make any sense. Well, at the time it did not make any sense.

As I walked toward the bathroom, something made me think that I had been set up from the beginning.

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My Life as a Cuckold


I heard the door open and my wife stumred in. It was late but no later than her usual night out with the girls. She staggered into the bedroom and I could see in her eyes that she was takes, which was also the norm for her weekly girls night out.

I knew what would come next.

She peeled her clothes off and left them in a pile beside the bed which creaked as she climbed onto it and straddled my head. Her strong muscular thighs touched my cheeks as she steadied herself against the wall.

I could smell the sweet aroma of her arousal as she lowered her wet pussy to my waiting mouth. My hands slid up her flat stomach to her pert b cup tits and gently squeezed them as gravity combined with her contracting cunt muscles to fill my mouth with warm thick cum. I swallowed the creamy goo and then sucked her meaty pussy lips into my mouth as she ground her hard clit against my nose.

"Suck my cunt piggy," she moaned softly as I licked and sucked her well fucked pussy.

She had been fucked hard and her pussy was gaping. He'd been well hung but his load was disappointingly small.

"Did his cum taste good piggy?" she teased as I continued to swallow drops of man juice that I licked from her lips.

"Mmm," I moaned into her grotto as I plunged my tongue and bottom jaw inside my wife's gapping pussy in search of more cum. She rode my face hard and it was coated with her delicious juices when my lips found her hard swollen clit. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked my tongue across it over and over until she came hard on my face.

"You're a good cunt licker," she praised as she collapsed on the bed in a disheveled takesen heap. I started to stroke my hard cock hard and fast as I savored the flavor of her cum filled pussy on my lips.

"Cum on my tits," she slurred. That was her thing. She liked to watch it fly from my dick. She liked a lot of things.

I rose onto my knees and pointed my cock at her perky tits as she reached under me and powerd two saliva coated fingers into my ass. I groaned loudly as she expertly massaged my prostate while I furiously pumped my hard rod.

"Cum for me piggy," she said softly as I passed the point of no return.

I moaned loudly as I unloaded an enormous load of thick cream onto my wife's tits. My load was much bigger than the one I had just ingested and it covered her chest with the glorious thick white cream.

"Good job now clean your mess up piggy," she said playfully as she grabbed my head and guided it to her cum covered tits. That was my thing. I loved cum. I loved how it felt and how it tasted. I loved a lot of things.

I obediently licked my seed from her body and held it in my mouth savoring its salty flavor before finally swallowing it all as I moaned softly.

"Good piggy," she praised. "When are you going to quit the straight boy charade and let me watch you take a load from the tap?" She chided. It was my wife's contention that my willingness to eat a creampie from her pussy or my own cum from her tits meant that I was gay or bisexual. The truth was that I was not attracted to men at all and in my mind that made me completely straight.

"No thanks baby, but feel free to bring your lovers over so I can watch them fuck you." I answered with a smile.

"If I brought the guy who fucked me tonight home you would beg to suck his cock," my wife taunted. "His body was right out of the pages of Muscle and Fitness and he had the cock of a porn stud,"

"You would enjoy that wouldn't you?" I teased.

"Damn straight I would. Of course you aren't straight are you sweetie," she continued as she scooped a drop of cum from her navel. "You're my cum loving hubby and your just waiting to get it right from the source aren't you." She was really slurring her words at that point and it was evident that the holy water and the late hour had caught up with her. She fed me the last drop and I sucked her finger until it was squeaky clean.

"I may love eating creampies from your just fucked pussy but I am not gay," I replied. "Much to your dismay." She fell arelax before I finished speaking.

I tried in vein to go to relax but gave up some time after 2:00am and went out to the family room to watch TV and surf the net on my laptop.

I could still taste cum on my lips and it made me want more so I searched for a story to read so I could get off again. I was a cuckold husband, a submissive piggy and truth be told my wife was right; I wanted to suck a cock.

I found a good story about a cuckold man and his first creampie. I slowly stroked my cock as I read but I wanted more. Something visual. That led me to youporn where I searched for a creampie video. What I found was much more than a creampie video and much more exciting.

I watched as the guy on the screen guided an enormous cock into the pussy of a sexy porn starlet and then lowered his face to their union. He licked her pussy and the guys giant shaft until the guy pulled his monster cock out and came all over the his face. I groaned as I spilled my seed onto my stomach. I scooped up my cream and licked my fingers clean as I imagined it was the porn star's load.

I watched TV for another hour and then went back to bed beside my ****** wife.

A week later I was home alone while my wife was out with her girlfriends. I surfed the web and watched a few videos as usual. I didn't jerk off because I wanted a nice big load for my inevitable romp with my wife.

I was sitting in just a pair of boxer briefs when I heard the door open down the hall. It was only 10:30 which was much earlier than usual. I closed the web browser and walked out of the bedroom expecting to see just my wife but she was not alone.

They were locked in a deep passionate kiss as my wife tore at his clothes. She took her shirt and bra off before pulling his tight black tee-shirt up over his head to reveal his broad chiseled physique.

He looked to be in his mid twenties with long brown hair and a muscular body with no body fat. His chest was shaved smooth and I presumed that the rest of him was as well.

He looked at me and smiled as my wife pulled her shorts and panties off and sank to her knees. She pulled his pants down to his ankles and took his flaccid cock in her hands.

I watched in silence as my wife took his semi-erect dick into her mouth and sucked on it as it grew in her mouth. His dick was long and thick and my wife struggled to fit it into her small mouth. It looked delicious and I wondered what it would feel like in my mouth.

I pulled my boxer briefs off and grabbed my cock with my right hand as I watched my wife give a blow job to another man. I slowly stroked my cock with my eyes riveted to his long hard cock.

"Come closer," he said as he motioned for me to sit beside my sexy wife.

I moved slowly, as though I was in some sort of lust induced trance. I knelt naked beside my wife and watched as her spit covered his big dick. He was circumcised and between 7 or 8 inches long with big smooth shaved balls. I wanted to touch it and hold it in my hand. I wanted to feel its warmth. I wanted to take it in my mouth and feel it throb.

"Want a taste," my wife asked softly as if reading my mind. She pointed the thick bulbous head of his throbbing meat at my mouth. "Do you?"

"Yes," I said softly. I felt a tremendous weight lift from my chest as I admitted my desire. "I want it."

My wife put her hand on my head and guided it to his cock. I hesitated for a moment as I pondered the ramifications and then I parted my lips and accepted his hard rod into my mouth.

I could taste the briny flavor of his precum as his cock slid against my tongue. 'I am doing it' I thought as I closed my eyes and surrendered to my lust. My cock twitched and saliva spilled from my mouth as I slurped on his thick rod.

I marveled at how erotic his cock felt in my mouth. Its shaft was hard like granite but covered with skin so soft and smooth it was like fine silk. The hard shaft was juxtaposed with soft pliable veins and a spongy head that tickled the back of my throat as my head bobbed rhymically over his meat.

"I knew you wanted to suck a cock piggy. You thought you could keep your cock lust a secret?" My wife whispered in my ear. "You want him to cum in your mouth don't you piggy?"

I moaned around his thick shaft. She knew me too well.

I wrapped my hand around his shaft and sucked on the delicious drooling head with my eyes closed tightly. I had never experienced such an erotic feeling. I could feel the veins and ridges of his meat as they slid over my lips and across my tongue.

A cool liquid ran over my exposed asshole as I sucked and stroked his cock. I wanted to look back to see what my wife was up to but my mouth refused to release his warm hard cock from its grasp.

I could feel the smooth lubricated head of a dildo rubbing against my asshole and I moaned softly. I wanted it inside me.

"Relax piggy," my wife said as the fake cock entered my virgin asshole.

I groaned loudly as I continued to slurp on his delicious cock. I felt her hips slap against my ass and I surmised that my wife was fucking me with a strap on as I sucked her lovers cock.

She fucked me slowly at first with long strokes that massaged my prostate and made my cock twitch with each thrust.

I sucked on his spongy cock head as I pumped my fist over his smooth hard shaft hard and fast while my wife fucked my ass. She increased her pace to match mine and my orgasm began to build.

I can hard and almost without warning. My dick spasmed and pumped a tremendous load of thick cum onto the floor as my wife continued to fuck my ass.

"Clean up after yourself piggy while I get fucked," she said as she pulled the fake cock from my gapping asshole and removed the harness.

I reluctantly released his cock from my mouth and lowered my face to the hardwood floor and licked up the copious amounts of thick cream as he knelt behind my wife and slid his cock into her liquid core. I swallowed my load and then slithered beneath my wife just as I had seen in the video a week before.

"You can't get enough of that cock can you piggy," my wife teased.

"No," I panted as I pressed my lips to her pussy and started to lick.

"Oh fuck yes," she hissed as my tongue flicked over her engorged clit while he fucked her hard from behind.

My wife came hard. Her body shook uncontrollably as she moaned and cried out loud enough for the entire neighborhood to hear.

He continued to pound his huge cock into my wife as I moved from licking her hypersensitive clit to his slippery shaft. His breathing became erratic and it was clear he was going to cum.

I was torn. I wanted a fresh thick creampie to lick from my wife's cunt but I also wanted to feel his cock spit his seed directly into my mouth.

"I'm gonna cum baby," he grunted as he furiously pounded his dick into my wife. "Where do you want it baby?"

"Put it in his mouth baby," my wife said without hesitation.

"Open wide," he said coarsely as he thrust his girl juice covered cock into my mouth.

I felt his head hit the back of my throat as it began to spit. I swallowed the first two blasts and they slid down my throat like a warm salty oyster. He pulled back until just the tip was in my mouth and his cock continued to spurt into my mouth.

I closed my eyes as he filled my mouth with his warm tasty cum. I held it in my mouth and savored its salty essence before swallowing it all like a whore.

My cock was stiff and my wife pushed me onto my back and sat on my hard dick as her new lover recovered. They kissed and he caressed her body as she rode my cock hard.

I had already cum once and despite her fervish pace my climax was not close.

Her young lover recovered quickly as we fucked and in no time his giant rod was back at full attention begging for a suck.

"Suck his dick piggy," my wife said playfully as we continued to fuck.

I turned my head to the side and began to lick and suck his big cock while my wife bounced on my rod.

"I want you both inside me," she panted. My jaw was sore and despite my desire to keep sucking his cock I welcomed the relief.

My sexy wife positioned him on his back and guided his giant tool into her wet pussy. She looked back at me over her shoulder and batted her long eyelashes. "Lick my asshole piggy. Get it nice and sloppy wet and then lube your cock and fuck my ass."

She didn't have to say it twice. We had done anal before and while she always enjoyed it we did not do it often.

I knelt behind my wife's gorgeous ass and lovingly licked it as her lover fucked her soaking wet pussy. I drooled and spit on it before pouring copious amounts of lube on her ass and my cock. I eased my slick dick inside her ass as she groaned loudly.

I could feel her lovers cock rubbing against the underside of my dick through the thin membrane that separated the two holes and it was incredibly erotic. We fell into a steady rhythm that drove my wife crazy. A steady flow of tremors shook her body until she came so hard she nearly blacked out.

Her lover pulled his dripping wet cock from my wife's pussy as I climbed off her and dropped to my knees. I took his big wet tool in my mouth and sucked the juices off it. I opened my mouth wide and powerd it down my throat until tears streamed down my face. My arms wrapped tightly around his strong thighs powering his rod deep inside me. My head bobbed as I slurped and sucked his giant cock until he filled my mouth with another delicious warm load of cum. I swished his seed around my mouth as I stroked my dick until I came on my wife's tits. I swallowed his load and then licked mine from her chest and swallowed it all.

My wife's lover left soon after I came. She and I went up to bed together and she kissed me deeply tasting man juice on my lips.

"I knew you wanted to suck a cock piggy. Next week I'll find a guy to deflower your ass. You will like that won't you?"

"Yes, I will baby," I replied honestly.

"You know you're bisexual, right piggy," she asked.

"Yup. Does that bother you?"

"Not at all. In fact it is really hot."

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South Beach Cop


I sat naked on the bed and watched as my beautiful naked wife took the cop's uniform off revealing his taught muscular body and his enormous semi hard cock.

Janice and I were on vacation in southern Florida and we had gotten carried away on the second floor balcony of our hotel. It was a warm night and we had been sitting outside in our bathing suits looking out at the empty beach. We had both been takeing and we started kissing in the moonlight. On thing led to another and soon we were both naked. Janice bent over the railing and I entered her from behind. We had been fucking for about 5 minutes when the cop knocked at the door. We stopped fucking ducked inside and stayed silent hoping he would go away. Two minutes later as we sat quietly on the bed the cop opened the door with the help of a master key.

Janice and I were still naked when he entered and we knew we were in trouble. Officer Tomkins explained that he had seen us fucking from the beach. He told us we were going to be arrested and charged with public indecency and lewd and lascivious behavior.

Janice and I were both terrified and that is when she did something that changed our lives forever.

''Isn't there anything we can do,'' she asked softly as she played with her long blonde hair. Janice stood up giving the cop a great view of her spectacular body as she slowly walked over to him.

Janice has always kept herself in great shape despite being the lady of two. She has nice firm 36b tits, a flat stomach, full hips and a great round ass.

She stepped up next to the cop and ran her hand up his chest and grazed her fingernails along his earlobe. Her fingers trailed to the cop's uniform shirt. She slowly unbuttoned it and dropped it to the floor. Janice fell to her knees and unfastened his pants as the cop unbuckled his belt. She pulled his pants off and took his rapidly rising cock into her small hand.

I looked on as my sexy wife started licking the cop's enormous cock like a Popsicle. His dick was about 9 inches long and very thick.

''Don't just stand there,'' the cop said to me. ''Get over here and help your wife out.''

It was not a request but rather an order and I didn't know what to do. I had never in my life entertained a homosexual thought but it was clear that the cop expected me to submit to his disgusting desire.

Janice looked up at me and nodded as she continued to lick the cop's big dick. I stood up slowly as I considered my options. I didn't want to go to jail and certainly not for a sex crime.

''Come on boy,'' the big cop said in a deep baritone, ''stop hesitating and start fellating.'' He chuckled and pointed to the floor beside my wife.

I finished my walk of shame and quietly knelt beside my beautiful wife. She pointed his big dick at my mouth as a lust filled expression overtook her pretty face. I never imagined that Janice would want to see such a depraved act but it was evident she was excited.

''Do it baby,'' she said. Her voice was thick with lust as she stared at the cop's cock just inches from my mouth.

''You heard the lady,'' the cop chided, ''she obviously wants to see you with a dick in your mouth.''

He was right her desire was visible and for some unknown reamister it was contagious because as I looked at her pretty lust filled face I wanted to try it.

I tentatively reached out and touched the cop's big hard cock with my hand as my wife groaned her approval. It was warm in my hand and it throbbed as red coursed through it.

A drop of precum drooled from the big purple head and I wondered what it tasted like.

My wife put her hand on the back of my head and gently pushed forward guiding my mouth to the big throbbing rod. I stuck my tongue out and licked the precum from the head as my wife moaned loudly.

''It sounds like you're wife is enjoying the show,'' the cop teased.

''Mmmmm hmmm,'' Janice moaned excitedly.

I looked over at my pretty wife as she furiously rubbed her slick wet pussy. My lips parted and I accepted the cop's dick in my mouth. My tongue ran along the ridge of his spongy head as precum continued to leak steadily from the big flesh torpedo.

His cum tasted surprisingly good and I found myself enjoying the feel of his dick in my mouth. It was oddly comforting and empowering.

I began to enjoy myself as my head bobbed over his big cock. My lips were stretched wide and my hand was wrapped tightly around the slippery shaft.

''You like it don't you baby,'' Janice whispered as she noticed the enthusiasm with which I was fellating the cop. ''You like having a cock in your sexy mouth don't you baby.'' She wrapped her fingers around my hard dick and stroked it as I continued to blow the cop's big dick.

My head bobbed over the cop's dick and my hand pumped his granite shaft as I worked furiously to make him cum. I wanted more of his cream and he knew it.

''You're husband is quite a cock sucker,'' the cop said to Janice and all she could do is moan. Her lust had overwhelmed her as she furiously rubbed her engorged clit with her left hand while her right hand stroked and squeezed my cock.

''I'm getting close,'' the cop grunted as I massaged his balls with my free hand. ''You want to take my seed don't you?''

I moaned around his cock as my hand pumped his dick faster. I did want his seed. I wanted him to fill my mouth with his delicious cream. I was wanton with desire as I sucked his magnificent cock.

His balls tightened in my hand and I powerd his giant cock down my throat as he started to spurt. My eyes watered as I deep throated his spurting dick. His thick creamy goo slid down my throat as I gulped and swallowed as fast as I could.

He came hard and shot copious amounts of cum into my mouth and down my throat. It filled my mouth and ran down my chin despite my efforts to swallow it all.

He pushed me off his sensitive softening dick and walked to the bathroom without saying a word. Janice straddled my hard cock and rode me hard to a body shaking climax. Her tits bounced and she screamed out in ecstasy as her pussy contracted around my spasming dick. Janice collapsed on top of me as her climax subsided. My cum covered cock softened inside her as we lay on the floor.

The cop was dressed in his uniform when I looked up from my beautiful wife.

''Thanks for a good time. If you want more cock here is my card,'' he said with a smile as tossed a business card on the table and walked out the door.

Dans la voiture qui nous amène ma mère et moi dans la citée de Mohamed et ses ignobles complices, c’est l’enfer…On nous a contraints à remettre nos bâillons-boules dans la bouche, nous empêchant d’émettre le moindre mister. Nous sommes à l’arrière et pendant le trajet, maman et moi nous subismisters des attouchements de plus en plus pervers…Maman, dont les seins à l’air mistert malaxés sans vergogne par un black et un autre jeune. On lui suce les tétons, on les pince, on farfouille sous sa micro robe de soubrette et des doigts s’infiltrent dans sa chatte ; Elle gémit à travers mister bâillon. Pour ma part, je suis dans la deuxième voiture, et l’on m’enfonce dans la chatte toutes sortes de godes, me branlant avec tout le long du trajet…


Nous arrivons dans la citée, cela se reconnait sans mal à voir les carcasses de voitures calcinées qui jonchent le trottoir souvenir de la dernière nuit d’émeutes…Les voitures stoppent devant l’entrée d’un immeuble où traînent 5 à 6 jeunes, je suis éjectée de la voiture et maman aussi. Nous nous regardons, maman le regard rempli de terreur me dévisage…Au pied de l’immeuble, les jeunes nous regardent étonnés de voir deux belles femmes en tenues sexys mais bâillonnées accompagnées leurs potes…
- Putain ! Vas y…Mohamed, c’est qui c’est deux salopes ?
- 2 bourgeoises en chaleur, on va à la cave, tu surveilles et tu pourras en profiter après…
Nous sommes entraînées dans un escalier malgré nos protestations étouffées…Nos talons claquent sur le sol. Dans la cave, nous sommes dirigées vers un local où se trouvent quelques jeunes. Ils fument du cannabis et boivent de l’alcool tout en écoutant du rap…Ils s’arrêtent net de discuter en nous voyant…
Mohamed leur explique qui nous sommes, notamment que je suis leur prof et que nous devons subir en entraînement intensif, un dressage avant d’être mises au tapin…
J’entends maman qui émet un mister indistinct à travers mister bâillon en entendant ces mots…


Les jeunes se lèvent et se dirigent vers nous. Nous sommes empoignées et emmenées au milieu du local. On me malaxe les seins et des doigts inquisiteurs farfouillent mon intimité. Maman est courbée en avant, campée sur ses talons aiguilles, et elle subit une fouille en règle de sa chatte par plusieurs mains. Tout le monde rigole, je sens les doigts qui me fouillent. On me branle, on pince mon clitoris. Des doigts s’enfoncent dans mon cul. On me retire mon bâillon et une bite se présente devant ma bouche.
- Suce salope, suce-moi !
Je m’empare de la bite et l’avale, soumise…
Maman à genoux, pompe une bite noire qui l’étouffe à moitié. On lui agrippe les cheveux et la power à l’avaler entièrement jusqu’aux couilles…Elle a des hauts le cœur.
Beaucoup de nos agresseurs mistert des élèves de ma classe…Ils font des photos et des films.

Maman, toujours en soubrette, à quatre pattes, est filmée en train de sucer un gode pendant qu’un des jeunes, un type au crane rasé lui enfonce un autre gode dans le cul…
Moi, on me prend en photo en train de sucer une bite d’un calibre impressionnant…
Je suis horrifiée d’entendre Mohamed dire qu’ils vont créer un site internet pour y mettre les photos. Le site pourrait être payant pour mater les films. Un des jeunes objecte qu’il ne faudrait pas qu’on nous identifie et Mohamed lui dit qu’il n’y a pas de problème car on peut flouter les visages…


Tirée par la laisse, je suis contrainte de m’agenouiller sur le sol crasseux de la cave. Mohamed poussa ma tête jusqu'à ce qu’elle touche le sol, cambrant mon cul. Je sentis le gland de mister sexe forcé mon anus et je poussais un cri. Je reçu une volée de claques sur les fesses !
- Tais-toi, salope !
Sa bite força mon cul et il commença à me pilonner. Mes seins secoués par ses coups de boutoirs gigotent dans tous les sens…
Maman fut amenée devant moi et courbée en avant, elle dut accepter toutes les bites qui se présentaient devant elle…Il y a au moins une quinzaine de jeunes dans la cave… J’entends leurs cris et leurs rires…A l’entrée, un colosse donne les tarifs et encaisse…Maman suce une queue noire, s’étouffe, hoquète, recrache la bite pour reprendre sa respiration…Un seconde bite investit sa bouche, forçant ses lèvres rouges. On la contraint à branler une queue de ses mains manucurées…


Mohamed continue de me perforer et je sens une douce chaleur envahir mon bas-ventre…Je gémis…
- Tu prends ton pied ma salope ! On va faire de toi et ta mère de bonnes petite putes soumises…
Ma mère tente de protester mais ses cris mistert étouffés par la bite qu’elle suce…De la bave coule sur mister menton…On ne lui laisse aucun répit…A peine un des jeunes a-t-il éjaculé libérant mister sperme dans la bouche de cette bourgeoise b.c.b.g., qu’un autre le remplace…On la power à avaler le foutre et elle s’étouffe…

Mohamed se retire et me lime la chatte maintenant, les mains crochées dans mes hanches, il me bourre sauvagement, j’halète, c’est plus fort que moi, je sens l’orgasme arriver….Je pousse un cri et je m’affale sur le sol…Un autre jeune se précipite et me retournant comme une crêpe me soulève les jambes et me pénètre violemment m’arrachant un cri. Maman, les seins recouverts de spermes, se retrouve à quatre pattes, une bite qui lui ramone le cul. La bouche ouverte sur un cri muet…
Ses gros seins mistert malaxés par des centaines de mains…On s’amuse à lui tirer les tétons…Pendant que le jeune lui déchire le cul, elle doit accepter de sucer d’autres bites…Sous les commentaires ignobles…
- Bourre la cette pute, éclate lui mister cul de bourgeoise…Défonce lui le cul à cette chienne !
- Je vais jouir dans ton cul, salope !!

On nous releva et, en fragile équilibre sur nos talons aiguilles, plusieurs mains relèvent une de nos jambes. Nous sommes, maman et moi, masturbées un long moment jusqu'à ce qu’un orgasme nous fasse crier. Je suis pénétrée par la queue d’un petit jeune pendant qu’un gros, presque obèse, enfile maman. Prises debout, nos seins ballotent…Leurs coups de bites nous font gémir…On power maman à sucer un gode.
Je me rends compte que maman à perdu un de ses escarpins et que ses bas mistert déchirés…
Le gros défonce maman à grand coups de reins. Les yeux exorbitées, elle me regarde…Elle poussa soudain un cri bref et faillit tomber sous la violence de l’orgasme. Je subis les va et-vient de mon tourmenteur. Je sens la cyprine qui coule sur mister membre…


On nous positionna à genoux pour le final…Tous les jeunes se présentent devant nous, et bouche ouverte, langue pendante, nous attendons…Les jets de spermes giclèrent allant s’écraser sur nos visages…J’en reçois sur le front, les yeux…Maman en a plein les cheveux et sur ses seins…On la contraint une dernière fois à piper une queue, celle de Mohamed, qui éjacula dans sa bouche l’étouffant avec mister foutre…


Nous sortons de la cave, titubantes sur nos talons hauts...Maman se tord la cheville…Nous pasmisters devant le jeune que Mohamed avait chargé de surveiller l’entrée. Il proteste en nous voyant partir…
Nous sommes livrées gracieusement à ce jeune. Son visage dissimulé par une capuche rabattue sur sa tête. Il s’empare de nous, nous pousse vers la voiture et nous cambre dessus, nos seins écrasés sur la tôle…Il me pénètre en premier et me donne de furieux coups de reins me faisant couiner…Il se retire et enfile maman qui, passive, accepte la bite de ce jeune qui pourrait être mister fils voire mister petit-fils tellement il parait jeune... Il défonce ma mère en l’insultant et en la traitant de grosse bourgeoise salope, de traînée…Il éjacula rapidement aspergeant le cul de maman de mister sperme poisseux…


Nous sommes coincées maman et moi à l’arrière de la voiture entre Mohamed et Rachid, un de ses complices. Brahim conduit. Ils nous ramènent chez nous. Nous avons été contraintes de donner nos adresses permisternelles. Mohamed fouille dans nos sacs à main qu’il a pris soin d’emmener après notre virée dans les sex-shops. Il découvre la photo de mon époux…
- C’est ton mari ? Il fait quoi ?
Je lui apprends qu’il est policier, à la BAC, et il ricane…
- Putain ! On vient de se taper une femme de flic, je connais plein de mecs qui seraient ravis de te défoncer ma belle…
Il se tourne vers ma mère :
- Et toi ? Tu bosses ?
Maman, tremblante lui avoue qu’elle est directrice d’une agence bancaire …
- Et ton mari ?
- Il travaille dans le BTP, il dirige une société…
Eclat de rire de Mohamed :
- Je pense que les ouvriers de ton mari rêvent de te déchirer le cul !!
Maman et moi nous baismisters la tête, honteuse…
Mohamed donne ses instructions…
- Demain, dit il en s’adressant à moi, au lycée, tu seras habillée sexy, jupe courte , talons hauts et bas nylons.
Il se tourne vers ma mère…
- Toi, tu ne vas pas bosser demain, tu seras malade…Tu auras de la visite, habille toi sexy, pour appâter les clients !!!...Et t’inquiète pas pour ton boulot, à la banque on va contacter tes employés…Je suis sûr qu’ils seront ravis de pouvoir te sauter !!!!



Nous avons été ramenées chez nous...Maman m’a avoué le lendemain, que Rachid, Brahim et Mohamed l’avaient baisée une dernière fois sur le lit conjugal l’abandonnant recouverte de sperme…

Ramenée chez moi, je m’empressais de prendre une douche. Avec une crème apaisante, je soulageais les brûlures dues aux multiples enculages que j’avais dû supporter. Mon mari rentra tard et il me trouva pimpante dans le salon de notre appartement. Cependant, il ne compris pas quand je trouvais une excuse bidon (j’ai mal à la tête !!) pour qu’il ne me fasse pas l’amour…Je me demande encore pourquoi je ne lui ai rien dit de notre mésaventure…J’étais très troublée par ce qu’il venait de m’arriver. Maman et moi avions été contraintes bien sûr mais nous avions également eu des orgasmes…une jouissance que je n’avais jamais ressentie jusque là…Epuisée, je me couchais de bonne heure et dormis d’une traite jusqu’au matin….


En arrivant au lycée, une petite appréhension m’étreignait la poitrine. J’avais longuement hésité devant ma penderie le matin, me demandant comment je devais m’habiller. Je me souvenais des ordres de Mohamed qui m’avait demandé d’être sexy…Refusant d’abdiquer si facilement, je m’habillai d’une jupe à carreaux s’arrêtant juste au-dessus du genou, un haut blanc, des bas noirs et des escarpins à talons plats.
Je traversais les couloirs me rendant dans ma salle de classe quand je tombais sur Mohamed et Rachid. Je blêmis en les voyants. Mohamed s’approcha de moi :
- Comment t’es sapée !!! Tu te fous de ma gueule : on avait dis sexy ! T’as mis une culotte, je parie ?
- Je vous préviens que je vais porter plainte si vous continuer à me harceler ! Lançais-je d’une voix que je voulais autoritaire.
Mais Mohamed et Rachid ricanèrent :
- Vas y porte plainte et demain ton mari et ton père auront les vidéos de vos exploits à ta mère et à toi ! Surtout quand tu jouis tellement que tu tombes par terre ! Alors ? Tu obéis ?
Tétanisée, je ne pus qu’acquiescer…
Rachid et Mohamed m’entrainèrent vers les toilettes.
Mohamed sortit un objet de sa poche. Cela ressemblait à un œuf mais de couleur rose. J’écarquillais les yeux, ne comprenant pas…
- Tu vas t’enfoncer ça dans la chatte, salope !!
Je me sentis devenir rouge de honte…
- Relève ta jupe !! aboya Rachid.
Apeurée, je m’exécutais…Je soulevais doucement ma jupe dévoilant mes jambes…Arrivée à la lisière de la jarretière, je m’arrêtais…
- Continue, connasse ! Fais voir ta culotte !
Je soulevai la jupe laissant apparaitre mon string en dentelle …Je reçu immédiatement une violente claque sur les fesses et je dus l’enlever….
Mohamed s’approcha de moi et m’introduisit l’œuf dans la chatte. Puis il sortit une espèce de télécommande de sa poche et me la montra, hilare….
- Tu vas prendre ton pied ma salope !!!
Il actionna un bouton et l’œuf se mit à vibrer dans mon intimité !!! C’était une sensation étrange de sentir ce corps étranger bouger dans ma chatte. Très vite, je ressenti une délicieuse chaleur dans mon bas-ventre. Rachid me dégagea les seins de mon haut et baissa les balconnets de mon soutien-gorge. Il me suça les pointes lentement, me les mordillant à peine. L’œuf continue de vibrer et je mouille comme une folle.
Mohamed m’explique qu’il peut choisir la vitesse de vibration de l’engin et joignant le geste à la parole, il appuie sur un autre bouton. Immédiatement, je sens l’œuf vibrer de plus en plus vite. C’en est trop…Je me mords les lèvres en gémissant et donne de furieux coups de reins ; Mohamed passe sa main sur ma vulve et ramène ses doigts couverts de cyprine. Il me power à les nettoyer avec la langue et je m’exécute vilement.
Il arrêta le moteur de l’œuf me laissant au bord de l’orgasme et je ne pus m’empêcher de pousser une exclamation de dépit.
- Tu vas aller en cours, sans culotte et avec l’œuf dans la chatte. Je me mettrais au premier rang et je te ferais prendre ton pied en plein cours si je veux !
- Oh non, non pas ça, je vous en supplie…
Je suis affolée à l’idée de jouir en pleine classe devant mes élèves…
Mais Mohamed et Rachid, impitoyables, me laissèrent seule dans les toilettes. Juste quand raimisternait la misternerie annonçant le début des cours…


Je marche maladroitement sur l’estrade. Gênée par l’œuf. Honteuse d’être sans sous-vêtement, je n’arrête pas de me demander, angoissée, si cela ce voit à travers le tissu de ma jupe…
Au premier rang, Mohamed, Rachid et Brahim me dévisagent. Une lueur ironique dans le regard…
Je suis en train de donner une explication à un élève quand je sens l’œuf se mettre à vibrer. Je sursaute et m’arrête net de parler. Je deviens toute rouge. Je continue de donner mon cours en balbutiant…
- Ca ne va pas Madame ? Vous vous sentez mal ?
- Non, non, ça va, merci.
Les jambes flageolantes, je retourne m’asseoir à mon bureau. Il y a une ouverture dessous et l’on peut voir mes jambes. Certains de mes élèves ne doivent pas se priver de les mater du reste…
Je donne un exercice à faire pour être tranquille.
Mohamed se lève, me regarde dans les yeux et me tend un bout de papier. Horrifiée, je découvre le message…
- Ecarte les cuisses que l’on voit ta chatte…
Docilement, je m’exécute. J’écarte lentement mes jambes. Ma jupe s’est retroussée sur mes cuisses et l’on doit se rendre compte que je ne porte rien dessous si l’on se penche un peu. Je réalise, humiliée, que c’est ce que font plusieurs de mes élèves ! Mon Dieu ! Ils vont apercevoir ma fente !!
J’entends des chuchotements et des gloussements…J’essaye de rester naturelle…
La misternerie retentit et je sursaute. Soulagée, je salue mes élèves qui sortent précipitamment. Sauf Rachid, Brahim et Mohamed…
Brahim s’approche du bureau et me demande de me lever. J’obéis.
- Soulève ta jupe !
Il introduit un doigt dans ma chatte.
- T’es trempée ma salope, une vraie fontaine !!!
Les autres éclatent de rire. Mohamed a sorti un appareil photo numérique et il commence à me filmer malgré mes supplications…
- Monte sur ton bureau. Ordonne Rachid.
Je m’exécute et monte sur mon bureau. Je suis obligée de retrousser ma jupe au maximum dévoilant mes jambes gainées de bas noirs à mes trois élèves pervers.
Il me demande de me mettre en position accroupie sur le bureau. Cette posture ne leur cache rien de mon intimité. Mohamed filme et Brahim prend des photos. Je dois sortir mes seins de mon soutien-gorge et je me retrouve la poitrine dénudée en pleine classe !
Rachid actionna l’œuf et très vite je me mis à gémir. Je les supplie d’arrêter.
- Ca va faire un film du tonnerre, lâche Mohamed, les internautes vont adorer…
On m’oblige à changer de position et je me retrouve à quatre pattes sur mon bureau, le cul tourné vers la caméra, l’œuf vibrant toujours. Brahim m’enfonça un doigt dans le cul. Le faisant coulisser rapidement. Rachid fit le tour et enfourna sa bite dans ma bouche m’étouffant à moitié. Je lui suce le gland, le pompant frénétiquement. Brahim agite ses doigts de plus en plus vite et je gémis de bonheur. Rachid m’agrippe les cheveux et fait coulisser mister membre entre mes lèvres. Il déchargea sa semence qui s’écoula dans le fond de ma gorge…Rachid retira ses doigts et me fit descendre du bureau. Il me retourna et me plaqua dessus, les seins écrasés. Il me pénétra vulgarement, et me donna de violents coups de reins. Très vite, il joui et je sentis mister sperme couler le long de mes cuisses.
Mohamed réclamant sa part du gâteau mais continuant à filmer, je dus le rejoindre à quatre pattes, comme une chienne me lancèrent-ils, et je dus le sucer sous l’œil de la caméra qui me filme en gros plan, jusqu’à ce qu’il m’asperge le visage de foutre….


Le portable de Mohamed misterna. Il vient de recevoir un texto.
- Des nouvelles de ta mère, me lance t’il…Elle a bien bossé, elle nous a rapporté un max de fric…Va falloir t’y mettre toi aussi !
Je baisse la tête, effondrée…Ma pauvre maman ! Qu’a-t-elle donc bien pu subir comme offenses ?

Enfin une bonne histoire dans la langue de Molière... Merci
Effectivement, il y a certainement beaucoup plus de permisternes parlant anglais que français ! Malheureusement...
Bonne continuation

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Shocked Into My Place


My girlfriend Kelly had been unhappy for months. No matter what we tried, I couldn't satisfy her. Despite my physical size-6' 3", 210 lbs and muscular frame, my cock (if you can call it that) only gets to about 5-1/2 inches hard and doesn't stay hard for long without a great effort from my partner. We did find that I could stay hard longer and she gets more aroused when she insults my manhood during sex, often saying she wished she had a real man while fucking me. I felt sorry for her but, being selfish, I just ignored the problem until she was totally frustrated.

Last Friday I decided to call her at work to she if she wanted to go out for a romantic dinner, but her assistant said that she called in sick. It was around lunchtime and I figured I'd run home and check on her (we'd been living together for about 6 months). When I entered our apartment, I heard loud music and what sounded like screaming. I went to the bedroom to find Kelly getting fucked from behind by a man I recognized from my apartment building, Alan. Alan was a black man of similar size to myself, only with one major difference, a cock that made me doubt we were even members of the same sex.

I was so taken back by his member, at least 10 inches long and 3 times as thick as mine, that I couldn't even respond when Kelly asked me what took me so long to get home. Before I could regain my composure and respond to the question, Kelly turned to Alan and said, "Alan, this is the guy I told you about, my friend Pat." Apparently Kelly had told Alan that I might interrupt them-and that I was her GAY friend. Alan turned to me and said, "Kelly tells me you like dark meat. Is that true?"

I looked at Kelly and saw her smile as she saw my disappointed face. I quickly thought that if I walked out now, my relationship with Kelly would be over, so I turned to Alan and spoke the words that would forever change my life, "Sugar, that thing might just ******* me, but if it does, I'll be the happiest bitch ever!" Kelly's face lit up with excitement as she got up and said, "You guys get better acquainted, I'll go make us some takes." As she walked by me to the kitchen, she slapped my ass and said, "Get undressed and show Alan that little moneymaker of yours."

I was frightened, but excited, at what was going to happen that day. I must admit, I have always thought about what it would be like to get gang-banged by a bunch of hot studs like the women in porno movies do, but it never occurred to me that I would find out first hand. I started to take off my clothes slowly and seductively, but Alan told me, "Cut out that romance cuckolds brownie and strip, Bitch!" I did as I was told and stood before the most well hung guy I'd ever seen naked and nervous as Kelly came back with our takes and led me to her lover.

Alan said that we should take before he fucked us because, "It might ease the pain of my manmeat ripping you 2 sluts open." As we drank, I asked Alan how he had met my friend Kelly. He said, "I was in a club and this little freak started rubbing up against me on the dance floor. I told her she better watch out or she might make me cum. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the parking lot and blew me, so I made her a weekly lay. She even blew me and my friends while we watched the Super Bowl."

I now knew why she hadn't gone with me to the Super Bowl party I attended, but despite the hurt of her betrayal, I couldn't take my eyes off Alan's mammoth cock. I was frightened by its size as I had used buttplugs before, but never could get even a 7-inch dildo into my ass. By now Kelly had I hand buried in her wet pussy and was nibbling on Alan's earlobe. She whispered something into his ear and he turned to me smiling.

Alan looked into my eyes and said, "Get over here and suck me, Cunt." I took a deep breath, returned his smile and walked over to where Alan and Kelly sat. I kneeled down in front of him, grabbed he semi-erect cock in my hand, and kissed the tip. I then liked the pisshole and tasted his salty pre-cum. I was getting hard between my legs as I slid my tongue down his cock to the base and then back up to the tip, pausing to look into his eyes before wrapping my lips around the head and guiding him into my warm, eager mouth.

I sucked lightly and swirled my tongue around his beautiful cock as he groaned in pleasure. I looked up at Kelly and she smiled at me, giggled and whispered into Alan's ear again. Alan then grabbed me by the back of my head and started to jack himself off with my mouth. I felt like a piece of meat, not a permister giving pleasure to another, and I loved it!

I could feel the hot steel of his cock hitting the back of my throat as he pushed farther and faster. As his pace quickened, I started to jack my own little cock in anticipation of getting covered in his gooey cum. Alan's breaths came quicker, and he said, "Bitch, your gonna swallow every drop if you want me to be gentle with your ass!" The I heard Kelly chime in, "Honey, cum all over that cunt's face." Alan must have thought this was a better idea, because he stood up, pulling his throbbing tool from between my lips and let loose with a steady stream of cum.

I still had my mouth open and caught as much of that lovehoney as I could, but he sprayed it all over my face. As he stopped pumping his cock, Alan shoved his quickly softening rod into my mouth and I eagerly sucked the remaining cum out of his cock and into my stomach. I then heard Kelly say, "Bitch, wipe that cum off your face and rub in on your little clit." I wiped the remaining cum into my hand and rubbed it over my cock, causing a little explosion of cum which I caught in my left hand, thirsty for the taste of more cum like an addict.

As I sucked my own cum from my hand and swallowed it, Kelly laughed and said to Alan, "That little whore can't get enough cum-we should have your friends play with her little ass and mouth." Alan told her that it was a good idea and would definitely happen soon. He then turned to me and looked into my eyes, captivating me, and said, "My ass needs attention. Kelly usually cleans it, but I like the way you work your tongue, Slut."

He pushed Kelly onto her back on my bed and lay on top of her, kissing her roughly and sticking 3 fingers into her juicy cunt. I kissed all over his great, muscular ass and then opened his cheeks with my hands. As I licked around his hole and smelled his pure masculinity, I felt my cock getting hard again like a little whore getting wet between the legs. I was turning into the little cum-catching whore I was always meant to be. I dove into his asshole with my tongue, in return exciting Alan which benefited Kelly when he shoved his fingers further into her.

I hungrily sucked and licked his ass, just feeling lucky that this god of a man would let me near him. He then pushed me off him, stood up, flipped Kelly onto her stomach, and rammed his cock into her pussy. As soon as he entered her she screamed like a woman getting fucked for the first time, which she basically was. Alan ripped into her, yelling, "Take it you slut. Take my cock."

Kelly came over and over in a matter of minutes and, sweat pouring off her and Alan, she was completely spent. Alan pulled out of her and looked at me as Kelly rolled over, a smile plastering her face. "Your turn, faggot," he said, a wicked grin on his face. Kelly reached over to the bedstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, squeezing some onto her hand and coating Alan's cock with it before turning her attention to me. As she squirted the lube into and around my ass, she whispered to me, "Now you're going to find out what I've been needing for these past 6 months," and then kissed me, turning to Alan and saying, "This bitch is ready for mounting. Fuck the cuckolds brownie out of him."

Alan moved behind me and grabbed my hips with his hands. He slapped his fat cock on my ass and rubbed it around my ass and balls for awhile, getting harder and harder. "Get ready to squeal, Bitch," was all he said as he pressed his cockhead against my asshole and began to push. I figured he knew my asshole was virgin territory due to the tightness, and looked back at him, saying, "Please be gentle with me, stud. I've never seen anything that big before."

"I know. Kelly told me that your little cock is nothing compared to mine, but I had to see it to believe it. That's why she invited me over to fuck your bitch-ass, Slut." I was shocked. Alan knew I was Kelly's boyfriend. She had planned this whole thing. As I turned to face her I saw her wicked grin. "I wanted to show you what it felt like to be a woman so you could learn to please a man, because you'll sure never please a woman with that pathetic little pecker of yours." As she and Alan laughed about my cock, I started to say something to Kelly but Alan quickly cut me off. "I'm just getting started with you, Bitch." He then sunk the entire head of his cock into my ass, knocking the wind out of me and sending a flash of pain throughout my body. At this point, Kelly kneeled by me and became my coach, telling me to relax my ass muscles and push back against Alan's cock to meet his thrusts. "I'll turn you into a good little faggot yet," she said.

As I relaxed, Alan guided more of his missile into me and I loved it. The feeling of a big, strong man protecting me, pleasing me, giving me his cum to swallow was turning me on like never before, sending me into a sexual paradise I could get lost in. Kelly saw my smile and said, "Alan, he's really getting into this. Fuck him harder and he'll probably pledge himself to you forever."

Alan pulled his cock almost all of the way out of me and then, with a mighty thrust, slammed the whole 10 inches into my ass until his balls were slapping against mine. I was going crazy I loved it so much. I screamed, "Yes, slam that big fucking nigger cock in my ass."

Alan said, "Yeah, I'm the head nigger, fucking the pathetic little white bitch and his girlfriend. I can't wait to let my boys **** you. They just gonna love gang-banging you and this other bitch."

As I continued to meet his thrusts Kelly explained what he meant, saying, "He means it. He's got like ten friends all with big, black cocks that'll fuck you until you can't move, and then again for good measure. I should know." I didn't have the capacity to think about it as my head was swimming in the sexual heat. My ass was on fire as Alan ripped into me again and again. "How you like that, Bitch? Huh? How you like my cock in your faggot-ass?"

I screamed my answer back, "I love it. Keep slamming that monster cock into me. Please don't stop." I really meant it, too. I had completely turned into a cock hungry bitch, and I loved it. Alan's pace picked up, and then he pulled out of me and sprayed cum all over my stomach and chest. I rubbed it into my skin and licked it off my hands. He moved over to my face and said, "Now clean your fucking cuckolds brownie off my dick, Slut." I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him of the remaining cum and my cuckolds brownie, all of which tasted great when I sucked it off his cock.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it softened, and it was still twice the size of mine. Then Kelly came over and kissed me, telling me how proud she was of her new "girlfriend". Alan had dressed and was about to leave when he said, "Get a lot of rest tonight and clean yourself up a bit. I'm bringing all my friends over tomorrow to watch the Bulls game, and basketball makes us all horny. You might as well call into work sick for Monday, because you won't be walking anytime soon after tomorrow night." Alan laughed as he left, but I licked my lips.

I can't wait until tomorrow night!

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Shocked Into My Place


My girlfriend Kelly had been unhappy for months. No matter what we tried, I couldn't satisfy her. Despite my physical size-6' 3", 210 lbs and muscular frame, my cock (if you can call it that) only gets to about 5-1/2 inches hard and doesn't stay hard for long without a great effort from my partner. We did find that I could stay hard longer and she gets more aroused when she insults my manhood during sex, often saying she wished she had a real man while fucking me. I felt sorry for her but, being selfish, I just ignored the problem until she was totally frustrated.

Last Friday I decided to call her at work to she if she wanted to go out for a romantic dinner, but her assistant said that she called in sick. It was around lunchtime and I figured I'd run home and check on her (we'd been living together for about 6 months). When I entered our apartment, I heard loud music and what sounded like screaming. I went to the bedroom to find Kelly getting fucked from behind by a man I recognized from my apartment building, Alan. Alan was a black man of similar size to myself, only with one major difference, a cock that made me doubt we were even members of the same sex.

I was so taken back by his member, at least 10 inches long and 3 times as thick as mine, that I couldn't even respond when Kelly asked me what took me so long to get home. Before I could regain my composure and respond to the question, Kelly turned to Alan and said, "Alan, this is the guy I told you about, my friend Pat." Apparently Kelly had told Alan that I might interrupt them-and that I was her GAY friend. Alan turned to me and said, "Kelly tells me you like dark meat. Is that true?"

I looked at Kelly and saw her smile as she saw my disappointed face. I quickly thought that if I walked out now, my relationship with Kelly would be over, so I turned to Alan and spoke the words that would forever change my life, "Sugar, that thing might just ******* me, but if it does, I'll be the happiest bitch ever!" Kelly's face lit up with excitement as she got up and said, "You guys get better acquainted, I'll go make us some takes." As she walked by me to the kitchen, she slapped my ass and said, "Get undressed and show Alan that little moneymaker of yours."

I was frightened, but excited, at what was going to happen that day. I must admit, I have always thought about what it would be like to get gang-banged by a bunch of hot studs like the women in porno movies do, but it never occurred to me that I would find out first hand. I started to take off my clothes slowly and seductively, but Alan told me, "Cut out that romance cuckolds brownie and strip, Bitch!" I did as I was told and stood before the most well hung guy I'd ever seen naked and nervous as Kelly came back with our takes and led me to her lover.

Alan said that we should take before he fucked us because, "It might ease the pain of my manmeat ripping you 2 sluts open." As we drank, I asked Alan how he had met my friend Kelly. He said, "I was in a club and this little freak started rubbing up against me on the dance floor. I told her she better watch out or she might make me cum. She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the parking lot and blew me, so I made her a weekly lay. She even blew me and my friends while we watched the Super Bowl."

I now knew why she hadn't gone with me to the Super Bowl party I attended, but despite the hurt of her betrayal, I couldn't take my eyes off Alan's mammoth cock. I was frightened by its size as I had used buttplugs before, but never could get even a 7-inch dildo into my ass. By now Kelly had I hand buried in her wet pussy and was nibbling on Alan's earlobe. She whispered something into his ear and he turned to me smiling.

Alan looked into my eyes and said, "Get over here and suck me, Cunt." I took a deep breath, returned his smile and walked over to where Alan and Kelly sat. I kneeled down in front of him, grabbed he semi-erect cock in my hand, and kissed the tip. I then liked the pisshole and tasted his salty pre-cum. I was getting hard between my legs as I slid my tongue down his cock to the base and then back up to the tip, pausing to look into his eyes before wrapping my lips around the head and guiding him into my warm, eager mouth.

I sucked lightly and swirled my tongue around his beautiful cock as he groaned in pleasure. I looked up at Kelly and she smiled at me, giggled and whispered into Alan's ear again. Alan then grabbed me by the back of my head and started to jack himself off with my mouth. I felt like a piece of meat, not a permister giving pleasure to another, and I loved it!

I could feel the hot steel of his cock hitting the back of my throat as he pushed farther and faster. As his pace quickened, I started to jack my own little cock in anticipation of getting covered in his gooey cum. Alan's breaths came quicker, and he said, "Bitch, your gonna swallow every drop if you want me to be gentle with your ass!" The I heard Kelly chime in, "Honey, cum all over that cunt's face." Alan must have thought this was a better idea, because he stood up, pulling his throbbing tool from between my lips and let loose with a steady stream of cum.

I still had my mouth open and caught as much of that lovehoney as I could, but he sprayed it all over my face. As he stopped pumping his cock, Alan shoved his quickly softening rod into my mouth and I eagerly sucked the remaining cum out of his cock and into my stomach. I then heard Kelly say, "Bitch, wipe that cum off your face and rub in on your little clit." I wiped the remaining cum into my hand and rubbed it over my cock, causing a little explosion of cum which I caught in my left hand, thirsty for the taste of more cum like an addict.

As I sucked my own cum from my hand and swallowed it, Kelly laughed and said to Alan, "That little whore can't get enough cum-we should have your friends play with her little ass and mouth." Alan told her that it was a good idea and would definitely happen soon. He then turned to me and looked into my eyes, captivating me, and said, "My ass needs attention. Kelly usually cleans it, but I like the way you work your tongue, Slut."

He pushed Kelly onto her back on my bed and lay on top of her, kissing her roughly and sticking 3 fingers into her juicy cunt. I kissed all over his great, muscular ass and then opened his cheeks with my hands. As I licked around his hole and smelled his pure masculinity, I felt my cock getting hard again like a little whore getting wet between the legs. I was turning into the little cum-catching whore I was always meant to be. I dove into his asshole with my tongue, in return exciting Alan which benefited Kelly when he shoved his fingers further into her.

I hungrily sucked and licked his ass, just feeling lucky that this god of a man would let me near him. He then pushed me off him, stood up, flipped Kelly onto her stomach, and rammed his cock into her pussy. As soon as he entered her she screamed like a woman getting fucked for the first time, which she basically was. Alan ripped into her, yelling, "Take it you slut. Take my cock."

Kelly came over and over in a matter of minutes and, sweat pouring off her and Alan, she was completely spent. Alan pulled out of her and looked at me as Kelly rolled over, a smile plastering her face. "Your turn, faggot," he said, a wicked grin on his face. Kelly reached over to the bedstand and pulled out a bottle of lubricant, squeezing some onto her hand and coating Alan's cock with it before turning her attention to me. As she squirted the lube into and around my ass, she whispered to me, "Now you're going to find out what I've been needing for these past 6 months," and then kissed me, turning to Alan and saying, "This bitch is ready for mounting. Fuck the cuckolds brownie out of him."

Alan moved behind me and grabbed my hips with his hands. He slapped his fat cock on my ass and rubbed it around my ass and balls for awhile, getting harder and harder. "Get ready to squeal, Bitch," was all he said as he pressed his cockhead against my asshole and began to push. I figured he knew my asshole was virgin territory due to the tightness, and looked back at him, saying, "Please be gentle with me, stud. I've never seen anything that big before."

"I know. Kelly told me that your little cock is nothing compared to mine, but I had to see it to believe it. That's why she invited me over to fuck your bitch-ass, Slut." I was shocked. Alan knew I was Kelly's boyfriend. She had planned this whole thing. As I turned to face her I saw her wicked grin. "I wanted to show you what it felt like to be a woman so you could learn to please a man, because you'll sure never please a woman with that pathetic little pecker of yours." As she and Alan laughed about my cock, I started to say something to Kelly but Alan quickly cut me off. "I'm just getting started with you, Bitch." He then sunk the entire head of his cock into my ass, knocking the wind out of me and sending a flash of pain throughout my body. At this point, Kelly kneeled by me and became my coach, telling me to relax my ass muscles and push back against Alan's cock to meet his thrusts. "I'll turn you into a good little faggot yet," she said.

As I relaxed, Alan guided more of his missile into me and I loved it. The feeling of a big, strong man protecting me, pleasing me, giving me his cum to swallow was turning me on like never before, sending me into a sexual paradise I could get lost in. Kelly saw my smile and said, "Alan, he's really getting into this. Fuck him harder and he'll probably pledge himself to you forever."

Alan pulled his cock almost all of the way out of me and then, with a mighty thrust, slammed the whole 10 inches into my ass until his balls were slapping against mine. I was going crazy I loved it so much. I screamed, "Yes, slam that big fucking nigger cock in my ass."

Alan said, "Yeah, I'm the head nigger, fucking the pathetic little white bitch and his girlfriend. I can't wait to let my boys **** you. They just gonna love gang-banging you and this other bitch."

As I continued to meet his thrusts Kelly explained what he meant, saying, "He means it. He's got like ten friends all with big, black cocks that'll fuck you until you can't move, and then again for good measure. I should know." I didn't have the capacity to think about it as my head was swimming in the sexual heat. My ass was on fire as Alan ripped into me again and again. "How you like that, Bitch? Huh? How you like my cock in your faggot-ass?"

I screamed my answer back, "I love it. Keep slamming that monster cock into me. Please don't stop." I really meant it, too. I had completely turned into a cock hungry bitch, and I loved it. Alan's pace picked up, and then he pulled out of me and sprayed cum all over my stomach and chest. I rubbed it into my skin and licked it off my hands. He moved over to my face and said, "Now clean your fucking cuckolds brownie off my dick, Slut." I eagerly took his cock into my mouth and cleaned him of the remaining cum and my cuckolds brownie, all of which tasted great when I sucked it off his cock.

I kept his cock in my mouth until it softened, and it was still twice the size of mine. Then Kelly came over and kissed me, telling me how proud she was of her new "girlfriend". Alan had dressed and was about to leave when he said, "Get a lot of rest tonight and clean yourself up a bit. I'm bringing all my friends over tomorrow to watch the Bulls game, and basketball makes us all horny. You might as well call into work sick for Monday, because you won't be walking anytime soon after tomorrow night." Alan laughed as he left, but I licked my lips.

I can't wait until tomorrow night!

After Kelly had succeeded in turning me into a cum slut for large black men (in fact, she told me that she caught me dreaming of Alan fucking me with my fingers thrusting into my ass!), my life changed dramatically. My name is Pat, and I am now in my early 30's, and one of 10 VPs at the company I work for.

I was no longer the powerful, intimidating leader at me office, instead submitting to the ideas of others and withdrawing more and more into my office to fantasize about the more powerful men in the office fucking me silly. Although I know it is impossible, I thought I could see in every smile and whisper that they knew I wanted to be fucked like a little slut, and they loved it as I had made a lot of enemies with my ruthless style while climbing the corporate ladder.

Kelly moved in with Alan but was frequently at my apartment with Alan and his friends as they took turns fucking my mouth and ass while watching my huge TV. We also frequently took days off to shop together so we could both look slutty and hot for our men. I could get so hard being humiliated by Kelly and the sales girls at the naughty lingerie shops when Kelly would describe that we were shopping for feminine items for me since I loved to suck and fuck big black cocks….I even sucked a couple of men off in the store once when they overheard and wanted proof.

Alan and his friends expanded my sexual horizons so much. They loved to take me out with them to exclusive clubs and then, in the VIP sections where anything goes, they'd have me suck off guys while Alan and his friends fucked their girlfriends. Mostly these were white couples where the man was established and rich (typically 30-50 years old) with a trophy wife or girlfriend. These men loved to humiliate me, their little whiteboy bitch, and they would often sit around with Alan and his friends commenting what a pussyboy I was for letting them cum in my mouth and on my face and in my hair. Occassionally Alan would let the men take me home to use anyway they wanted while Alan and his friends took their hot wives home for the fucking of their lives. I was always disappointed when this happened…not because I was being used, but because it meant I wouldn't get a big, black cock in my ass!

Kelly stopped by the office from time to time and I would catch her talking with groups of my coworkers or my secretary, Lisa. Lisa was 19, straight out of high school, and beautiful. She had long red hair and fair skin and always dressed sexy to get the attention of the men in the office. She had worked for me for about a year and had to have noticed how the sexual tension that used to exist between us no longer was there, the result of my lack of interest in female companionship. Kelly had grown a friendship with Lisa and they lunched together often. I always wondered if they talked about my pussyboy lifestyle. Kelly was getting more striking every year, it seemed, and the 2 of them would often take my coworkers to lunch for male company.

Often while they were at lunch Kelly would call me on her cell phone and ask if her pussyboy was playing with herself. I would rub my little cock through my pants and tell her I was playing with my clitty. Once when this happened I heard other people laughing at my answer and suspected that Kelly had turned the cell on "speakerphone" …thank goodness they couldn't recognize my little bitch voice as I described to Kelly how I was licking my lips thinking of the cock I would get that night at the club. When they got back from lunch Kelly didn't drop in but Lisa brought some papers by my desk for me to sign and, instead of asking me to sign them like she usually did, she just looked into my eyes with a glare of power and said," Sign these, bitch." When I bowed my head and signed, Lisa ran her hand through my hair and told me, "It's okay, sweetie. We're going to have fun in the office from here on out."

Lisa then told me that she wanted a 20% raise and more time off, or she would tell my coworkers of my other life. I granted her these concessions and found that we developed a relationship like that of girlfriends, often sitting in my closed office recanting our previous nights' sexual conquests or gossiping about which men in the office were really hot. Lisa then had her boyfriend, Tom, interview for an open position under me and, during the interview, walked in and shut the door behind her. When I asked her if she needed anything, she said to me "Shut up, Bitch! I'm here to have Tom fuck me in front of you. We're all going to get naked and Tom is going to see what a little pussyboy bitch you are."

As we stripped, I noticed 2 things. First, Lisa was even more stunning than I imagined, with great firm little tits and a tight ass. The other thing I noticed is that I was completely ignoring her to look at Tom's 10-inch cock. Tom was nice and tall, about 6'2," sculpted body and model looks. As Lisa and Tom started making out in front of me, rubbing their bodies against one another, Lisa saw me looking at Tom and smiled wickedly. "You'll get to taste parts of Tom soon enough, Slut" she said. She pulled out a bow for my hair, a crotchless thong and lipstick and told me to put them on. As I finished, she pulled out a camera and started taking photos of me, laughing as she did so.

After snapping about 10 pictures of me, she told me to get on my knees and crawl over to where Tom stood. As I obliged, she laughed and called me a pathetic cumslut. She told me that Tom was the alpha male in the room, and that I needed to do whatever he told me to do. Tom told me to suck his cock. I was shocked at this but then understood that Tom was confident enough in his sexuality that he just considered me another slut.

I hungrily licked my lips and grabbed his cock in my right hand, rubbing it to get it hard as I licked some precum from the slit. Lisa was now playing with herself with one hand while snapping pictures with the digital camera. I swallowed Tom's huge cock down my throat until I felt his pubic hair against my lips. He was thrusting hard into my mouth and throat while holding my head with both hands….leaving him in control just as I like it. He slammed that great cock into my throat over and over while I played with his balls. I could sense him having trouble holding back and so did he, as he pulled his cock from my mouth and turned around and bent over. I didn't need to be told what to do, because I love eating ass. I licked from his balls back to his glorious asshole, taking time to smell his manly scent. I then licked around the hole to tease him for a while before driving my tongue into his ass.

Lisa was so turned on by this that she came hard on her hand…loud enough that I think we all wondered if any coworkers heard her. She then concentrated on getting close-ups of my ass-eating exploits. Then she dropped the camera and started sucking Tom off while I ate his ass. I didn't like sharing this awesome man but he was her boyfriend, after all, and she could destroy my reputation if I pissed her off. Tom told Lisa he was about to come and she pulled his cock out and spun him to me…a great surprise as I sucked him deep and felt him tense up. He came in buckets in my mouth and even pulled out and blasted my face and hair with a couple spurts (good thing I have a private bathroom with shower!).

Lisa took shot after shot of my used mouth with cum all over and laughed at what a pathetic cumslut I was. I beamed a great smile thinking that I had probably given Tom the best head and ass licking of his life! Tom started to dress but Lisa told him he wasn't done. She led both of us to my bathroom and told me to lie in the tub. She then got the camera ready and told Tom to piss on me. She warned me not to spit any out but to take all I could catch. I had never had a golden shower and was a little worried about how it would taste. My worry was erased quickly as Tom's stream of piss hit my chest and then went right up to my mouth. I loved the warm feeling, even if it was meant to humiliate me, and drank his salty piss down my throat, only quickly closing my lips to swallow every few seconds.

I was covered in piss as Tom stopped his flow and Lisa then handed the camera to Tom and said, "My turn." She bent over me and unleashed another strong stream of piss directly into my mouth. She must have been takeing a lot of water, because the piss wasn't nearly as strong as Tom's, and there was a lot of it. Lisa then told me, "I know you must have to piss. Just piss on yourself while I shoot some pictures, Pissboy." I did as I was told and unleashed a torrent of piss on myself, adding it to the piss from Lisa and Tom already collecting in the tub.

Lisa then surprised me by handing me a big, black dildo and some lube and telling me to fuck it while she and Tom watched. "I want to see your little bitch-ass take the big cock now since I won't get to see a live dick in you until tonight." I asked her what she meant by tonight and she explained that Kelly invited her to come out with us and Alan and his friends to the VIP section of the local hot club. Lisa then added, "Kelly also told me that I was to bring a man from the office to see you in action." I was stunned and should have immediately thought of my reputation but, being a little cockslut, I could only think about getting the dildo into my ass.

I lubed it and then fastened the suction cup to the bottom of the tub and lowered my ass onto the 7-8 inch cock. I am used to much bigger and thicker and really attacked the smaller cock. Lisa asked Tom what he thought of the show and he said he was shocked a man could be such a pussyboy slut. Lisa then reminded him, "He is not a man, silly. He is a pathetic little faggot cumslut, and some lucky man from this office is going to fuck his ass off tonight." That last line threw me over the top and my little cock spurted a small stream of cum as my ass clenched the dildo. Lisa laughed hard at seeing this and looked directly at me. "Looks like we might have the making of a new office slut here!" If it was possible, I would have cum again hearing that!!!!

As we walked to the stretch Navigator that Alan has rented for the evening with my credit card, I was feeling so warm and hot from the ecstasy, and from the beautiful man I had escorting me to the club. I was completely at home in the arms of Derek, the black mail room worker who could expose my lifestyle and ruin my career. But I wasn’t thinking about my job right now, just the crazy feelings I was feeling for Derek. For Alan, I just had always craved his cock and being dominated and cheapened like a whore for him. With Derek, even though I had known him for less than 2 hours, I felt warm in his presence, electrified at being with him. I hadn’t felt like this since I first started seeing Kelly about 6 years agao, before she and Alan turned me into a cum-loving cockslut. I think I was falling in love, if that was still possible for me.

Derek, on the other hand, was feeling proud and cocky that he had total control over one of the company’s VP’s, a man who used to be respected but was now parading around dressed like a slut, with makeup and black lingerie in public. He would humiliate Patty to make up for the feelings of offense he had when the other VP’s in the company made comments or gave looks to the “mail jockey”, as he had once heard somebody refer to him.

As I stepped up to the Navigator’s expansive luxury, Derek slapped my ass very low, hitting my balls and making me yelp. He laughed with the others as I fell into a seat. Lisa and Alan didn’t even notice as they made out in the seat opposite. It was amazingly sexy to watch Alan’s black skin against the pale skin of my secretary. Kelly was between James and Ty reaching into their pants to fish out their big cocks and stroke them to get them off before we got to the club. None of the guys wanted to have a hard-on walking to the VIP section, so we sluts were supposed to get them off during the ride.

I explained this in a whisper to Derek and then he guided my head down to his lap, where I unzipped his pants and pulled out that huge cock I was falling in lust with. I stroked him to get him hard, sucking the precum out of his piss slit, then licking all the way up and down his shaft. We didn’t have a long ride to the club, so I gave him a good hand job to get him ready to blast, and then he shoved my head down on his cock to catch all his incredible jism. If possible, he came more this time than earlier but once again I managed to slurp it all down.

Derek saw that Ty and James were close and turned to me, looked into my eyes lovingly while I melted, and then said, ”Bitch, don’t make Kelly get that sweet mouth dirty. Go take those niggas cum down your faggot throat.”

I crawled over as all eyes watched me and Kelly aimed James’ cock at my mouth. He hit the back of my throat with the first couple spurts and then coated my face with the rest. As he finished, Ty blasted my eyes with his first shot before I sucked his pulsing manmeat into my mouth to suck down all his cum. I wiped my face with my fingers and then licked them clean. I hated to admit it, but I love the feeling of walking into a club knowing that I have cum on my face or chest. It makes me feel even dirtier, if that’s possible.

We got out of the car and walked past the crowd waiting to get in and were escorted to the VIP room. I always got a tinge of excitement on this walk, thinking that any of my coworkers or former friends could see me dressed as a slut. I walked fast and kept my head down, though, and nobody could tell.

I loved the VIP room as it allowed me to get as wild as I wanted in a semi-public setting without being exposed. As usual, we gals put on a show for our men, dancing with each other and exposing each other to the big, black masters of our lives. As with other nights, when I was dancing and making out with Kelly, I could almost feel the way I felt when I was her man and we made out on the dance floor. Now, though, Kelly would get me all hot and then expose my ass or break the kiss and ask who wants to fuck my mouth. This time, my attention was broken by Derek coming behind me and pressing his hard body against my ass and back and kissing my neck as we broke away and Lisa and Kelly starting making out for the others’ enjoyment.

I spent the next hour or so with Derek, dancing, kissing, hugging and generally getting hot and nasty with MY man. He’d caress my ass and occasionally even reach between my legs and rub my little cock while we danced, and spent a lot of the time with his tongue in my mouth like a regular couple. I liked it when he’d spin me around, my back to him, and bend me over and dry hump my ass through his leather pants and my lingerie shorts, holding me tight to his cock with his strong hands on my hips.

We even took a little break to sit in a booth in the VIP lounge and talk over takes. I explained to him how I got into my current lifestyle and how liberating it was for me to stop acting macho and become a slut for big, black cock. As I explained this to him, I had to lean in and talk right into his ear due to the loud music and would take little nibbles on his ear and he’d turn and we’d kiss passionately….I was falling head over heels for this black mail room nobody from my office. I had been stroking his big cock through his pants while we chatted, and he then grabbed my head and pushed me down towards my passion.

I pulled his huge cock out again in the booth and sucked it into my mouth, wrapping my tongue around it and jerking it into my mouth with my left hand. I can’t tell how long he lasted as I was in a dream state sucking him off and was only broken from my trance by him pumping a huge load of cum down my throat. After I licked him clean and put his cock back into his underwear, he gave me another ecstacy and I took it willingly, knowing my inhibitions would be lost towards anything the rest of the night, but also not caring as I wanted to do anything possible to please Derek.

I gulped my take down to clean the cum out of my mouth and Derek kissed me for what must have been 15 minutes. I was burning up wanting his cock in my ass and to feel him next to me in a bed, and when he told me he had to piss, I stood and led him to the private bathroom in the VIP lounge. I closed the door and locked it behind us and Derek and I made out for a little longer before he told me he “really had to go”.

“I have a special treat for you, honey”, I said as I bent down in the stall and got on my knees. I pulled his cock out and held it to my mouth. “I want you to fill me with your piss. I promise I won’t spill a drop”, I told him as I looked into his unbelieving eyes. I then engulfed his cock with my lips and he unleashed a torrent of piss into my mouth and down my throat. As I swallowed every bit of his piss, I was letting my Adonis know that he owned me now; that I would do anything for him.

“Yeah, take my piss, you fucking cockslut! I’m gonna have so much fun with your pussy-ass. If you want my love, you’re going to earn it with that mouth and pussy, bitch! Clean yourself up, and then join me back in the lounge for some fun.”

As Derek walked out and left me on my knees, I knew that I was going to do anything he asked. I also knew that it would probably end up costing me a lot, but my love was growing strong for this man, and I was too weak to fight it.

I stood up, sat on the toilet to piss like a bitch, and then straightened myself up and re-applied some makeup. “Time for some slutty fun now” I said to myself as I headed out the door…..

After takeing Derek's piss in the VIP lounge bathroom, I straightened up and walked out to meet him in the lounge. The place had filled up as Alan must have invited many of the sexier couples into the lounge to play with. I recognized one couple that I used to hang out with before my transformation to a cockslut. Jim and Sarah were neighbors with Kelly and I in our old apartment, and obviously knew Alan as well from the old complex. Jim knew some of my current coworkers and I started to fear being exposed when Derek walked over and stole my attention.

"Hey Baby, James and Ty had a great idea. They think you should do a slow striptease to get everybody in the mood for fun, and then take the three of us on afterwards on the floor. What do you think?"

As I looked at Derek and tried to process what he was saying, my thoughts of being exposed disappeared as the ecstasy kicked in and my lust for cock overcame any fears I might have had. "I think I'd gnaw my leg off to get your three hot cocks in my ass-pussy," I said to Derek's delight.

"How on earth a man becomes such a faggot, I'll never know. All I know is that I'm going to break your ass or die trying!" Derek bragged.

As James and Ty had requested sexy, stripping music (Kid Rock, I believe) and I started to wiggle for my men, Derek shocked me by yelling to everybody in the lounge, "Come on over and watch my bitch get nasty!" I wasn't sure if they heard him until I noticed everybody start to wander towards the middle of the lounge where we were dancing.

James, Ty and Derek stood immediately around me with the remaining people forming a bigger circle to watch my show. I got lost in the music and arousal, and closed my eyes as I sexily threw my hips back and forth and rubbed my nipples through my outfit thinking of big, black cocks. As I got more into giving a good show, I slowly pulled my arms through the sleeves of the lingerie top, and then slowly wiggled it down my chest and stomach and past my hips, bending at the waist to lower the top down my legs where I could pause for a second, showing my ass to everybody, before stepping out of the top and continuing in my black semi-cup pushup bra, black thong and black, see-through lace shorts.

I walked over to Derek and wrapped the top over his shoulders and gave him a long, hot, wet french kiss. As I backed away to continue my show, I looked right at Jim and Sarah, seeing their mouths open with shock at what a pussyboy slut I had become. They turned to Alan and started laughing and hooting, with Jim giving Alan a high five. I know I should have been embarrassed, even scared at being exposed, but I was too far gone to stop, and I loved the attention I was getting as a man-toy.

My next move was to cross my legs slightly and then slowly gyrate my hips while pulling my shorts off and, again, giving the room a great show of my ass, left covered only with a thong now. I tossed my shorts into the crowd, knowing that I would leave the club later either naked or wrapped in a coat or shirt from one of the studs who would use me. I sure hoped I'd be going home with Derek!

My striptease now over, as a man looks more like a pathetic slut in women's underwear than naked, I went about the real fun part of my show. As Derek, James and Ty moved in close to me, I dropped to my knees and rubbed their cocks through their pants, one at a time, until they were bulging. Kelly then reached around each man from behind and pulled their pants down, then their underwear, exposing the great cocks I lusted for. The crowd around us laughed out loud at my hungry look, licking my lips in anticipation of getting cock in my mouth (and elsewhere!).

I kissed Derek's cock and playfully slapped his tight ass to tide him over while I moved on to James. James was nice, maybe too nice, and I sucked his 9 inches into my mouth and sucked him deep into my throat as my hands roamed his nice ass and played around his hole. He wouldn't last long, as I was an expert at sucking his cock and knew exactly how to get him off. I played with his balls with my right hand while my left played around his anus. As I felt him get close, I shoved a finger in his ass and he came hard, grabbing my ears and fucking my face as hard as he could. As he held me so close, I was able to take all his lovejuice and then, when he pulled away and my finger came out of his ass, I sucked hungrily on my finger and got even more turned on smelling his cuckolds brownie on my finger as I cleaned it off.

I'm pretty sure Ty and I both noticed how the crowd around us acted amazed that I would suck the cuckolds brownie off my finger, as Ty looked into my eyes with a spark of excitement and I nodded "yes" to him. Ty looks like 50-Cent, tattoos and ripped muscle usually with a white wifebeater on and baggy jeans, all bought with my credit card. Ty took my signal and turned around, bending over and grabbing his ankles. As the crowd gasped, I crawled in between his asscheeks and started to lick around his anus, savoring the manly scent of ass. There's nothing more demeaning or degrading that licking a man's ass, which must be why it's such a huge turn on for cumsluts like me!

I tried to withhold my slutty ways by licking around the hole, but soon enough dove my tongue into Ty's ass as he moaned in pleasure. I stuck my tongue as far up his ass as I could, and then pulled it out, turned to the crowd, and licked my lips as they laughed at what a pathetic faggot I was. And I loved every minute of it. After another 5 minutes or so of eating Ty's ass and stroking his cock from behind, Ty turned and caught me off guard, spraying cum all over my face and hair.

I managed to get his cock in my mouth to get the last couple spurts, and then tried to clean the rest off with my fingers, but it was everywhere. Lisa then came over and French kissed me. After saying,"Let me help you, Baby," she proceeded to lick the cum from my face, chin tits (held up by the bra, but nipples exposed) and hair. She then whispered to me,"Don't be ashamed. I can see exactly why you want these cocks. We're going to have so much fun from now on!"

My show was not over yet, though, as my man Derek had yet to be satisfied. He had moved about 20 feet away from me while I was sucking the boys, and now I slithered my body over to him, not walking, but crawling across the dirty dance floor to my Adonis. Derek seemed to like this and got very turned on, mostly from the power he held over me. As I reached for his cock, he stopped me and then spit on his shoe. "Before you get to my cock, Slut, why don't you clean the spit off my shoe?"

The 10 or so people who were still watching gasped again as I lowered my head, smiling all the while, and licked the top of Derek's shoe clean. As I looked up to see his smirk, he said,"I think I got some on the bottom of my shoe." I picked up his foot without even thinking about it and ran my tongue all the way from his heel to his toe, and then showed him my tongue, black with dirt and other crap from the floor. He handed my his cognac and I downed it in one sip, swishing it around my mouth to clean it.

"That's a good little cunt. Now you may suck my cock." My face lit up at this and I raised my head to the tip of his cock and kissed it gently, then licked slowly the pisshole, then took it lovingly into my mouth like a tongue of a lover I had not seen in ages. "Spit on your fingers and play with your pussy while you suck me, Bitch!" was all I needed to hear to get me over the edge and into slut mode. I moved the thong aside and shoved a finger into my ass from behind.

Most of the crowd had dispersed to dance or party, but I did notice Jim and Sarah watching intently while groping each other and kissing passionately every little while. It turned me on knowing I could have this affect on others, and I returned my attention to Derek's cock and my ass.

My expert tongue took Derek to the edge, and then he pushed my head off his cock and I gave him my sad puppy eyes. He took my hand and helped me up, leading me to a barstool in the crowded bar area of the lounge. As people parted to make way for us, Derek bent me forward over the stool and I knew the moment I'd been waiting for had arrived. Derek spit on the end of his cock and, while sliding it between my asscheeks to get me hot and wet, the take girl gave me a couple tubes of something mixed with Jaegermeister.

As Derek powerd the head of his cock into my ass, I looked around and noticed the women were paying a lot more attention than their boyfriends. They were all thinking about that cock and what it would feel like, and this was as close as they would come. As Derek powerd the nest 5 inches in, I started to moan and cum like a whore and wiggled my ass, begging him for more even through the pain of being ripped apart by his huge cock. Then I noticed that while Derek's cock was long and thick, it wasn't too thick, and I got into a nice rhythm rocking back into him to meet his thrusts.

As he slid the rest of his cock into my ass and I felt his pelvis against my cheeks, I realized that his cock was a perfect fit for me, and I came so hard that I might have shot cum through the leather thong! As he came close to the edge, he shouted, "Yeah, baby! Take my cock. I'm going to cum in your faggot slut ass!"

I screamed back, with his strokes cutting me off, "Ohhhh...yes...Derek...fuck...me...hard! Come...in...my...bitch...assssssssss!"

I felt Derek come in me and collapse on my back. He kissed my neck and I turned slightly and whispered to him,"Derek, I love you. I'll do anything for you, and I mean anything. Please keep fucking me forever."

A couple of Latin guys walked by as we were straightening up and told Derek how nice it was to see a real man handle a faggot slut like me. Derek turned to me and said, "Whore, take these boys into the private bathroom and show them your special gift."

He then turned to the two men and said, "My bitch is now going to suck the piss out of your cocks. Have fun." I kissed Derek and wiggled my sore ass to the bathroom with my two new friends, arms around me as I looked back with a loving smile at my Prince Charming.

After that night in the VIP room, I spent a lot of time with Derek over the next couple weeks and really felt like I was moving towards being in a relationship. Sure, Derek and I were rarely alone together and he loved to have me suck or fuck other guys and demonstrate his power over me in public, but I just felt like he was having the same feelings of, dare I say, Love that I was having.

One Friday night, after Derek came over and while we were discussing where to go out, I asked him if we could stay in and be alone. He smirked and said, "You want this big, black cock all to yourself, huh Bitch?"

I smiled demurely and said, "Yes, I do. You know how much I love your cock. But maybe tonight we could grab some takeout and watch a movie or something. I rented 'Deliver Us from Eva'".

Derek's smile faded and he yelled,"Bitch, we aint boyfriend/girlfriend. You're just a faggot-ass slut boy that I use to deposit my cum. Get dressed to get fucked. We're going to the pool hall and you're going to do what I say."

I was crushed, but still so in lust with Derek that I didn't want to disappoint him. I asked him what I should wear and he picked out a pink top which showed midriff, a white leather skirt and black thong. He put me in knee-high black leather boots too. He had me call the car service to send a car to pick us up and we went to a pool hall on a questionable side of town. I would have been scared to go in by myself, but felt comfortable on Derek's arm.

Derek had me put down my credit card for a table and then we walked to one in the middle of the old room and he racked up the balls. I assumed I would play with him but he told me to sit down while he warmed up, and to get some cash ready so he could play for money. The cocktail waitress cam over and she was very cute for working in such a place. She and Derek hit it off right away, which made me a little jealous sitting by myself.

While they were talking and laughing, Derek called me over. "Bitch, this little hottie is Anita. I'm going to play a few games with her, so you're going to have to cocktail for awhile. And shake that whore ass of yours to make tips, because Anita needs the money."

I was shocked but grabbed the tray and asked if I could get them a take. Derek smiled and ordered a cognac for himself an appletini for Anita. My red boiled as she kissed him lightly to thank him for the take, and then he wrapped his arms around her to show her how to shoot pool.

I made my way to the bar and told the bartender I was filling in for Anita for awhile and got them their takes. Derek told me to pay for the takes with my money and to leave Anita a $20 tip.

Anita's face lit up at that and she thanked Derek and hugged him as his hand slid down to her ass. She looked up into his eyes and they kissed passionately right in front of me. I was steamed and Derek knew it, so he grabbed my arm and led me a couple feet away. "I'm not going to tell you again, Bitch. Now get to shaking that ass and making some money while I play with this hot little ho. If you don't feel like having fun, then shake that ass home and I'll expose your little secret at work."

Derek, knowing he had me, slipped an ecstasy tablet into my mouth and then said loudly to the patrons, "This little bitch Patty is frisky and likes to be played with. Grabbing is free, and if you want more, come see me."

I couldn't believe it. Derek was pimping me out, or at least that's how it sounded to me. He then slapped my ass and I walked over to the guys playing at the next table to get their take orders. I felt disgusted and a little frightened, but really hot, and not from the ex. I approached the 2 middle aged black men and said, "Hi guys. I'm Patty. Can I get you fresh takes?" I was trying to keep it professional.

Both men were attractive to me since they were black and had confidence, and I learned that their names were Kurt and Johnnie. Kurt was devilishly handsome and a bit more polished than Johnnie, but Johnnie had an air about him, a confidence that was intoxicating. Kurt smiled and ordered a beer. Johnnie slid alongside me and placed his hand on my ass, grinning like he owned me.

Johnnie couldn't help himself, saying "Hey Patty, you look like quite the little faggot cunt. You really going to do what your man just said?"

I responded,"Johnnie, Derek is the finest man I have ever met, and he pleases me like no one else, so whatever he wants me to do, I do willingly." Johnnie smiled and walked me over to Derek and Anita, who were embraced in a passionate kiss as Derek had her sitting on the edge of the table.

I was not at all happy about sharing Derek but let Johnnie lead me until I could almost smell the breath of the two as they made out. Derek noticed me and said,"Bitch, you need a hobby. Can't you see I'm busy?"

Johnnie introduced himself to Derek and told him that he and his friend would be willing to take me off Derek's hands for an hour or so into the bathroom for some fun, and then slipped Derek a wad of cash. Derek smiled and shook hands with Johnnie. Anita, the hot little cunt who had my man's every attention, shot me a winning look and said, "Have fun Patty. Don't worry about Big Derek. I'm going to take very good care of him while you're gone."

Mmmmmm...what can I say, I'm in love with Derek. His body, his protective nature, his quiet side when we're alone (we even cuddle) and, of course, his awesome cock that fills me up several times per day. He told me he was sorry for pimping me out at the bar and fucking that little tramp, and I loved that he loved me enough to apologize!

Derek has since moved in with me and we have such a fun life. While I still hang out with, and fuck, Alan and his friends occasionally, I have not seen them as often as Derek and I have done more "couple" activities. As much as I love sucking and taking my lover's cock at home though, I'll still always be a little cockslut that loves to be used in public, and all my men know that.

We have company over quite often, the usual gang. Kelly loves to visit with Alan and they swap so Alan can fuck me so hard and rough...I'll always be his little bitch since he broke me. This last weekend, after an awesome fuck session, Kelly and I were licking the cum off of and out of each other while our men chatted, and the guys came up with some interesting ideas.

Alan said to Derek, "I hope you're not getting too close to that slut. Remember, this is just fun for us, fucking these white sluts, and you shouldn't get attached. We'll be dropping or selling these ho's off soon enough and getting new ones. Even the little faggot, Patty."

Derek, who I had come to love, stated back, "Don't worry Bra. I've been thinking about that and how I can make some money off his bitch ass. I'm thinking about a porn website where you pay to watch this little prideless slut do things that most people couldn't even think of doing in public. I've also told my brother at the state penitentiary that I'm going to bring this bitch over to him and let him use her if he can work it out with the guards. He is the leader of a powerful primister gang and should be no problem. He'll have his boys fuck the bitch until she's lifeless and pay us with money and blow."

Alan said, "Fuck yeah, Brother. You got it all working. But what about his job now?" As you recall from the previous stories, Derek is a mail room clerk at the company where I am a VP, although you'd never guess it if you caught him fucking my ass on my desk while my secretary took pictures.

Derek and I had discussed me leaving the company if we got serious, and I had discussed it with the CEO who appreciated everything I had done to help grow the company. He told me that he would understand if I left and that I would be entitled to a $500k payout from stock grants. I also had plenty of stock that I could sell as I needed money.

Derek gasped when I told him how much I had and I resigned from the firm, as did Derek from the mailroom. He took about $100k of my money to start a website that he said he wanted to do. I was unsure what he wanted to do with it, but I loved him dearly and gave him the money without asking questions. When he told me what he had planned, he stated it to me as him and I having sex on the internet for money. I wasn't crazy about the idea, but again, I loved him, and agreed.

Alan and Kelly agreed to be on the site as well, sharing in any profits, while I worked for free. Well, I technically worked for Derek's great cock, but no money. Derek turned my home office into a studio where we had a bed and couch and open area for fucking, and we hired one of his friends to be the cameraman.

At first, it was fun. Derek fucking me and calling me names and dominating me, all captured on video and shared on the internet to premium subscribers. Somehow, the site was gaining serious attention, probably because I was so slutty that Derek would fuck me until I ******, piss on me, spit on me...anything he wanted.

To take it to the next level, he had the idea to have me transformed on video for the site. I had electrolysis to remove all the hair from my body except the hair on my head, which I had grown out so I could style it like a lady. Derek also starved me for the most part until I was model thin, weighing less that 150 pounds on my 6'3" body.

The next thing we did for the website was to get my nipples pierced. Derek had me seduce the artist on video for the site like a scene from a movie, only with me getting my nipples, ears and a nostril pierced in exchange for letting the artist, a Mexican guy with tattoos all over him, use my ass and mouth for a couple hours. He then told Derek about his tattoo artist and that gave Derek, Alan and Kelly an idea.

They got together and mapped out exactly what they wanted to do next. They then had a tattoo artist over to tattoo eye shadow on my eyelids and lipstick on my lips, permanently, Then they had a fetishr tattoo placed on my neck with the word "Slut" in the middle.

Working their way down my body, I had a tongue and the words "Ass Eater" tattooed on my left breast. On my lower back, I got a tramp stamp that said "Black Cock Slut", and big, black cocks tattooed on both ass cheeks. Above my little penis, I got a tattoo that said "Little Clitty" in cursive. They finished it off with a tattoo ankle bracelet of little black cocks.

We had started making real money as the site got more popular, so we took some of the profits and got me breast implants. I now looked like I had always felt....like a dirty slut for big, black dick. I wore slutty gear everywhere when we left the house, always showing midriff (and my tramp stamp) and showing off my new big fake tits. I got used to the disgusted stares of normal people and was always to let any black man do whatever they wanted to me.

We even got free groceries when the manager of the grocery store invited me to the stockroom where he proceeded to fuck my mouth and then have all the cashiers circle jerk and bathe me in cum. Of course, I then had to do my shopping covered in black baby batter, and loved it! I can't believe how much of a slut I have become!

Derek isolated me from family and friends by sending them emails with links to the site and telling them I didn't want to see them as part of my new life, so I was totally dependent on him, Alan and Kelly (and whatever big cocked friends they brought by to use me) for company.

The site took off, and people wanted more video, so we staged a 2 day gangbang of me live on the internet. I don't know where they found all the big, black studs to fuck me. I think the last 20 or so were homeless guys from the shelter down the block. They smelled dirty, but I cleaned them with my pierced tongue, licking more asses than I ever imagined. Over the course of the 2 days, I was fucked over 200 times, and had to be carried back and forth from the fuck room to the shower to clean me out every 4 hours or so. I swallowed about 10 gallons of cum and probably leaked even more out of my well used manpussy. The internet buzz was amazing, and the site exploded.

Unfortunately for me, all the fame got Derek noticed as the CEO and he got a lot of female attention, to the point where he didn't even want to have me suck him off anymore, dropping me into a depression that I pushed out of my mind by fucking anything and everything on the site. As my last act before he closed the site down, he actually had me get fucked by a couple of German Shepherds. As disgusting as it sounds, I loved the knot that held their dog dicks in my ass and licked them clean after they shot in me.

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Under Her Control

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Not that he ever took her anywhere anyway. He kept her at home and out of sight. He even refused to let her family or friends visit. Slowly she had come to accept this as normal and meekly complied.

Their sex life was all about his needs. She, as his sex slave, pleased him in every way and anyway he wished. She herself had never experienced an orgasm with his four inch penis. She was a virgin when they married and had never experienced another man.

He did not allow her to watch television because he knew that with all that woman's liberation cuckolds brownie on TV could give her the wrong ideas. She had a couple of romance novels carefully hidden away that she would read over and over, dreaming of a life she had never known.

One day, Stanley told her that his company was having a Christmas party at a local nightclub and he was being considered again, for a management position and was expected to attend with his wife.

Alice could not believe her ears! They were going out to a nightclub. It was like Cinderella being invited to the ball! "Oh my goodness!" she thought to herself, "I have nothing to wear, my hair, what should I do?"

After posing the question to her husband, he replied, "Don't worry, just wear your best dress and put a little lipstick on. Nobody will be looking at you anyway."

The night of the party, Stanley decided to go with the guys after work to club and get a head start on the takeing. He told Alice to take a bus and meet him there at eight.

Alice put on a simple dress, put a dab of lipstick on her face and left to take the bus at 7pm to allow enough time to get there by eight. She didn't want to upset Stanley by being late.

After waiting for some time, at the bus stop, a man in a new Lexus pulled up to the light next to the bus bench. He looked at Alice and smiled. "Excuse me madam but you look like you need a lift." He said in a calm, deep voice.

Alice never talked to strangers but she was worried about being late. She had been waiting for the bus for forty-five minutes and knew she could not get to the club in fifteen minutes.

"Please sir," She replied, "I'm supposed to meet my husband for his office Christmas party at the Blue Rose Club at eight and I am afraid the buses have stopped running!"

"Well this must be your lucky day," The man replied, "I am part of the entertainment tonight at the Blue Rose; allow me to drive you there."

Alice, nervously got into the car, put on her seat belt and thanked the handsome man who had come to her rescue. She studied his face while he drove. He had huge dark commanding eyes, salt and pepper hair and was dark complected.

"You mentioned being an entertainer, are you a singer?" Alice inquired.

"No, I couldn't carry a tune in a wheel barrel," He replied, "I'm a magictist."

"A magictist!" Alice exclaimed, "Does that stuff really work? I thought it was all phony and rehearsed like wrestling?"

The man controlled his anger and said, "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Professor Stern, magictist, clairvoyant, and mystic. I can read your mind, predict your future and put you completely under my power. Hypnotism not only works, it can be a marvelous tool for therapy. I have helped hundreds, no thousands of people over the years."

"Just how does it help people?" Alice asked.

"Simple, it allows me to go into your mind, see what your problems are and fix them.' He answered.

"My husband could sure use your help," Alice stated. "He is so pushy. He has to have everything his way. He is up for a management position at work, but I'm afraid that his uncompromising attitude would cause him to be passed over again, like it always has before."

"Very interesting," Professor Stern said. "I think I may be able to help him. I will try to put him under during my act tonight. Sometimes when I do group magicsis, a few of the audience become magictized along with the group. If he does, I will plant a post-magictic word in his head that only you and I will know, then, later, when you and he are at home, all you have to do is say this word and he will be magictized again and you can then give him suggestions to improve his disposition."

"Do you mean that all I have to do is say the word and he will be under my power?" Alice asked in amazement.

"That's right, and I am sure that a sweet permister like yourself would never take advantage of the situation, would you my dear?" The professor asked.

"Of course not" Alice replied quickly, but already the wheels were turning in her mind.

They arrived at the Blue Rose a few minutes after eight. Professor Stern told Alice, if their plan worked, the word he would use would be "Asbestos". It had to be a word that would not normally come up in the conversation. He then left Alice and went around to the stage entrance.

Alice walked into the club and looked for her husband. She finally saw him, or rather heard him across the room talking to his buddies. He already sounded pretty high. "Where's my fucking old' lady, she'd better get here soon or she's in big trouble!" He said, slurring his words.

Alice quickly went to his table and said, "I'm sorry dear, the buses were running slow tonight." She didn't dare tell his she caught a ride with a strange man.

"Ok, ok," He replied, "Just sit down and shut up, the show's about to begin. They have some kind of magic-guy, if you can't believe in that crap."

"Good evening, employees of the Darrell Paper Company," The announcer said, "and welcome to the Blue Rose. It is our pleasure to provide you with some entertainment for your Christmas Party tonight. For our first act, I would like to present that amazing, Hypnotist, Mind Reader and Predictor of the Future, let's give a big hand for, "Professor Stern, ladies and gentlemen!"

Professor Stern walked out on the stage dressed in a tuxedo and cape. He was accompanied by his pretty assistant, a young lady, about twenty, wearing a very revealing costume.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I know some of you may be skeptical regarding my abilities, but I hope to prove to you, over the next thirty minutes that everything I do, is completely honest and real!" The professor said.

"For my first demonstration, I would like six volunteers from the audience, especially the non-believers to come up on the stage. Not everyone can be magictized, but I have found that skeptics are usually the easiest ones to put under." The professor said with a smile.

Stanley, being very skeptical, and a little takes, was one of the first to raise his hand. The professor, seeing he was sitting with Alice, quickly accepted him along with five others, who were then lined up across the stage.

The professor then said, "Ladies and gentlemen. I must ask for your complete cooperation. Please be very quiet as not to distract our brave volunteers. I would also like to have the lights dimmed just a bit. Thank you. Now I would like you all to relax. Just listen to the sound of my voice."

"You are all feeling very relaxed." The professor said in his deep soothing voice. "All the tensions you are feel ing your bodies are going away. You are feeling a little relaxy. Your breathing is slowing down. Your eyelids are becoming heavier. All you can hear is the sound of my voice. You are starting to fall arelax. You can hardly keep your eyes open. Your eyelids are getting heavier, and heavier. They are closing now. You are arelax but can still hear my voice."

Professor Stern continued. "You feel wonderful and completely relaxed. Those of you who are arelax take one step forward. Five of the six volunteers, including Stanley stepped forward. A slight snicker came from the audience but the professor held his finger to his lips, to quiet them. The volunteer who did not fall arelax was excused and sent back to his table.

Alice was astonished at how easy, Stanley was magictized. The profession winked at Alice and went over to Stanley and whispered some words in his ear. He then addressed the group and told them that they were Christmas Carolers and they were there to sing mistergs. He then told them that if was very warm on stage and recommended they take off their pants, skirts, shirts and blouses to be more comfortable. He then cautioned the audience to remain quiet. He then led them in the tune "Jingle Bells", after which the audience applauded and laughed. Several cameras were clicking to record the moment.

He then had them redress and told them. "I am going to count back from ten. When you wake up, you will feel refreshed and awake. You will not remember anything that happened and will return to your tables. 10-9-8-7-6, you are starting to wake up, 5-4-3-2-1."

The five volunteers woke up, totally unaware that they had just put on a show and smiling walked back to their respective tables.

"I told you, this was a bunch of crap, "Stanley said to his wife. " Nobody can magictize me."

Alice just nodded to her husband, trying not to smile and was anxious to get him home to try out the post-magictic word, "Asbestos".

Professor Stern then proceeded with the rest of his act. He magictized a few other volunteers, made a few predictions and guessed a few articles that were collected from the audience. He then left the stage for the next act to enter.

One of the articles he guessed was Stanley's wallet. Little did Stanley or Alice know that he obtained their address and phone number before returning it.

By this time, Stanley was very takes and his boss offered to drive them home. Stanley was ****** in the back seat and Alice rode up in front with his boss.

"Stanley didn't tell us he had such a beautiful wife," His boss said, "he has really been holding out on us!"

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Cruise Ship Cuckold


We were married in the Skywalker Lounge, on the top deck of the Golden Princess Cruise Ship. We hadn't sailed yet and were still moored to the dock in San Pedro. Twenty-five of our friends came on board to attend the ceremony. We all dressed in Hawaiian shirts or sarongs. The view of the harbor was spectacular; the lounge décor was like something from outer space. It was magical!

After a beautiful ceremony, hors d'oeuvres and takes, our friends departed, wishing us well. Angel and I started for our cabin to take some Champagne, relax and watch the sunset while we sailed out of the harbor on our way to Hawaii.

For the next fifteen days we would make love, watch the sunrises and sunsets from our private balcony, enjoy all the fine amenities aboard the luxury cruise ship and visit four of the Hawaiian Islands for a day each before sailing back to San Pedro. It was perfect!

As we approached our cabin we noticed the door was open. Inside our Stewart was putting our bags in the room. As we entered, Angel tripped over the threshold of the door and our Stewart, who we later got to know as Dan, caught her in his arms and lifted her up, carrying her to effortlessly into the cabin, and then gently depositing her on the bed.

I was relieved that Angel didn't fall or hurt herself, but I couldn't help but be annoyed that another man had carried my bride over the threshold. That's supposed to be my job! Oh well. I thanked Dan for catching her and started to reach for a tip.

"Oh no sir, a tip is not necessary. It was a pleasure holding such a lovely women in my arms, even, if only for a moment!" He said in his soft, deep Jamaican accent.

I could see Angel blush at his words.

He was about six feet tall, 200 lbs, well built, dark-skinned with steel, blue eyes and extremely handsome.

He continued. "My name is Daniel. I will be your Stewart for the next two weeks mon. I am available day or night if you need anything. Here is my permisteral cell phone number." He handed the card to Angel. "Please call me for anything, anything at all." And then after shaking my hand, quite hard, lifted Angels small white had to his lips and kissed it gently, European style, taking a little too long and making me feel very uncomfortable.

Angel seemed to enjoy it and once again blushed bright red, smiled, looked into his eyes and said, "Thank you Daniel. Not only did you save me from falling, but you know how to treat a woman. I am looking forward to seeing you soon!"

I couldn't believe this. She was flirting outrageously with him, right in front of me! "No, no, calm down," I thought to myself, "Angel is a very outgoing, friendly permister! Don't let this upset you; after all, tonight's your wedding night!"

Daniel smiled or shall I say smirked at me, hung the "Do not disturb" sign outside the door, gave Angel a quick wink, and left.

Not wanting to be upstaged by a crew member, I took Angel in my arms and kissed her as passionately as I could. She seemed a bit distant and distracted. "Oh well" I thought to myself," a little of the bubbly will warmed us up."

After a few takes of Champagne, I started to feel a little nauseous. Not being use to takeing plus the rocking of the ship was really starting to affect me. I knew I was going to hurl! I made a mad dash to the sink, just in time.

"Poor baby," Angel said. "I told you to take the Dramamine before we left. Now it's too late!"

"But that stuff makes me so relaxy", I replied. "I will be OK honey, just give me a minute to...mmmfffff", I could feel the wedding cake back up from my stomach to my throat; I threw up in the sink again.

I'll call Dan and see if he has something for motion sickness." Angel responded.

Although, I wasn't crazy about having Dan come back, I was really sick and anything that he had that might help was welcome.

"Hello Dan? This is Angel, Room 701. I hate to bother you but my little hubby is feeling very seasick and I was wondering if you had anything that might help? You do! Oh thank you Dan, once again, you are a real lifesaver! OK, see you soon."

"He's on his way darling, coming to our rescue, such a nice man!"

I wanted to tell her to watch out for the "nice man", I was pretty sure he had ulterior motives, but I was feeling so sick, I could barely talk.

In a flash, Dan was at the door. Angel let him in and I could swear that he brushed up against her as he passed her and came over to me. He had a syringe in his hand.

"Here, this will make the sickness go away quick, it's Compazine.

"I hate needles!" I said, "Don't you have some pills?"

Pills won't work now mon, because you will just throw them up!" He said reassuringly.

I felt a little embarrassed as I slipped my pants down, baring a buttock and laid down the bed. "Ouch!" I said as he stuck the needle in.

"Don't be such a baby. It's just a little prick!" He said, smiling at my obvious discomfort.

It was very humiliating, laying there on the bed, my pants down, with this big, black, man teasing me about my low pain tolerance and possibly making an innuendo about my penis size!

Angel came over behind Dan, put her hand on his back and said "We can't thank you enough Dan, you really are our hero! If you won't let us tip you, I will have to find some other type of reward for your kindness!" She then gave him a little kiss on the cheek!

I was furious! I started say something to her but suddenly, I felt very dizzy. Must have been the effects of the Champagne and the Compazine, The room started spinning. I flopped down on the bed and was out like a light.

I don't know how long I was out but when I awoke, it was night and the room was dark. No Angel! Where could she possibly be? I tried to get up but the room started spinning again.

I lay in the bed feeling very helpless, weak and lonely. After a few minutes, the cabin phone rang. I answered it, still feeling lightheaded and dizzy.

"Hello Darling, it's me, your bride, remember? I'm with Dan. He was nice enough to accompany me to dinner after you ******. Wasn't that sweet, taking care of a lady, all alone on a big ship, her first night out? You shouldn't take so much you know. You can't hold you cuckold water very well. Are you feeling better?"

I answered her groggily. "I guess so. I'm not sure. How long have I been relaxing? Are you coming back soon?"

"You have been out for two or three hours. I will be back in a little while," Angel replied. "You still sound a little out of it and I don't want to spend my wedding night lying beside a ******, groggy husband. Dan promised to give me a permisteral tour of the ship! Isn't that nice of him? Feel better honey, don't wait up, bye."

Great! Not only was I sick, dizzy and switch offd, but my wife was out living it up with one of the ships crew! Could this night get any worse? I dozed off to relax again, unable to stay awake from the effects of the Compazine.

It must have been about four or five in the morning when I heard the key turn in the door.

I could barely hear Angel's voices whispering. "I was wonderful Dan! You really know how to show a girl a good time!"

"Oh the pleasure is all mine Baby! I loved holding you close, dancing with you and later on... well, you know!" He answered softly.

"Baby...later on...you know? You know... what?" I wondered. "What the hell did they do... later on?" Just knowing he had been holding my bride close and dancing was bad enough but how far had this gone?

"Goodnight Dan and thank you for everything!" Angel whispered. There was a long pause before she came in. I thought I heard the sound of two people kissing but I couldn't be sure. She finally came inside and quietly got undressed and climbed in bed and snuggled up beside me.

I could feel her moist cunt and thighs press up against my buttocks as she spooned me. She seemed unusually wet this morning. Was it just her secretions or something more?

I couldn't get back to relax. A dozens of question, not to mention, dirty pictures, were going through my mind. I wanted to wake her and confront her, but she was relaxing so sweetly, so soundly," in the morning", I thought," we'll talk about it over breakfast when I'm feeling a little better."

As I lay beside her, I could hear her softly moaning and sighing in her relax. "Dan, did she just whisper the name Dan?" I couldn't be sure, and why was my little prick tingling?

I managed to get the idea of Angel fucking our steward out of my mind long enough to fall relax for a couple of hours. When I woke up, Angel was still relaxing with a contented smile on her face. A little too contented for my taste.

I decided to clean up and got out of bed, took a shower and slipped back in to cuddle with my relaxing bride.

"Please, darling. I'm exhausted, after fucking you half the night, I need a little rest!" Angel replied in her half-arelax voice.

"Fucking half the night!" What the hell was she talking about? Unless... I decided to investigate more closely. I started kissing her on her stomach, inching my way, closer to her sweet pussy. The closer I got, the stronger the smell of male/female love juice.

Did she really do it, fuck the handsome steward on our wedding night? I couldn't believe it! As I approached her labia, I parted them with my tongue and drove it deeply into her cunt. There it was, that unmistakable taste of a man's semen, thick and salty!

"Oh yes baby, lick my sore pussy, and eat his sweet cum. He must have shot at least three loads in there, not to mention the two he left up my ass for you!"

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My bride was not only admitting being unfaithful to me on our wedding night, but she was encouraging me to clean up her ravaged, cum filled pussy afterward! Had she no shame?

Or maybe a better question was, "Had I no pride?" Here I was, licking up their love juice like an obedient little puppy, happily settling for scraps under the dinner table, and sporting an erection the whole time.

She tangled her fingers in my hair and held me tight against her cunt, rubbing her clit, pussy lips and ass all over my face, smearing me with his and her wetness! I could hear her crying out, "Oh yes, oh yes, I'm cumming, suck harder, yes, that's it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!

As she came, I could feel my own orgasm starting to rise just from rubbing my little prick against the sheets. I quickly mounted her and unable to penetrate with my semi-erect prick, came against her sweet pussy. The idea of her fucking and sucking Dan, plus my own horniness and rubbing my cock against the sheets were too much to bear!

We both laid there in silence and recovered from our orgasms. I was both exhilarated and humiliated. My Angel, my precious Angel, in the hands of another man, and me, being turned on by it so much that licking her pussy and rubbing against the sheets gave me an orgasm. I felt ashamed and guilty.

Angel must have sensed it because she said, "Mmm, baby, that was nice! Did you like that? I set you up you know. I know how much you enjoy the idea of being cuckolded, so I talked Dan into putting a little cum into a napkin. I had to give him a hand job as payment. Then I rubbed it onto my pussy, just for you. I can see it worked. You haven't cum against my pussy ever! Dan also agreed to flirt with me in front of you, just to turn you on. He's really a very nice man!"

I couldn't believe it! She had set this up with Dan before we even came to the cabin. The fall at the threshold, the flirting, everything. She did it just for me. Kind of a wedding present you might say. What a woman! Of course I had played right into their hands by getting seasick, taking the injection of Compazine, and takeing all that Champagne.

We sat out on the balcony, sipping coffee, watching the sun rise and talked about what we were going to do that day.

"I should have trusted you more, darling" I said as I sipped my coffee. "I should have known that you wouldn't be unfaithful to me, especially on our wedding night, please forgive me?"

Angel smiled a wicked smile and replied, "Oh don't be too sure of yourself 'little prick', (a nickname that she and Dan have apparently given me), it was quite exciting jacking him off! His cock is a lot longer and thicker that yours! And what staying power, I had to keep changing hands to keep going. It must have taken me ten minutes to make him cum! It was really all I could do to keep from taking that beautiful cock in my mouth sucking him! He noticed me looking at his cock and licking my lips while my hands fondled and played with his swollen, throbbing dick. He told me to go ahead, and suck on his chocolate flavored licorice stick to help him cum faster! As tempting as that was I told him, my mouth, ass and pussy, belonged to you, but thanked him anyway!"

After breakfast, Angel and I decided to go swimming in one of the five pools on the ship. We chose a pool that was less crowded and kind of hidden away on the Aloha Deck. There were only three teenage boys in the pool when we arrived. They all looked at Angel in her sexy, one piece bathing suit, cut high in the crotch with a thong back and low cut, just above the nipple line at the breasts. The suit was a thin white material that became almost transparent when wet.

I could see their mouths and eyes open as they looked at my bride. Then they started snickering and whispering to each other, as Angel and I got into the pool.

"Let them look", I thought to myself, "let the little guys have some eye candy. No harm in looking!" It made me proud to see that my bride, in her fifties could have such an effect on the young boys.

We swam a few laps and then I became tired due to my medical condition and laid down on one of the lounge chairs next to the pool.

The boys had now put on their goggles to see better underwater. Angel being aware of this decided to have a little fun with them. I noticed that she had loosened the strap holding her suit up, then went and dove off the diving board. Of course the top of her suit fell down to her waist as soon as she hit the water.

I could see the boys all holding their breaths watching Angel's bare breasts bob around underwater through their goggles while she took her time pulling up her top and feigning surprise. She then, taking her sweet time, retied the strap and got out of the pool and lay down on the lounge chair next to mine and gave me a knowing look.

The boys, seeing the fun was over, scramred to their towels, trying to conceal their little hard ons, and left, giggling and laughing. Boy will they have a story to tell, not to mention a nice picture in their minds to masturbate to later!

As we lay there, in the sun, we suddenly heard a deep voice asking, "Would you like to order a nice cool tropical take?" It was one of the ship's waiters. He was Latin, dark, not an inch of fat on his body and very good looking.

He had directed his question to Angel as he stood by her chair, smiling down at her. Angel's obviously erect nipples were pressed tightly against the nearly transparent top of her bathing suit.

"What would you recommend?" Angel asked the young man.

"I've heard 'Sex on the Beach' is good!" he replied, smiling.

"Ooooh sounds delicious! How about you hun?" She asked me.

"No, nothing right now thanks, I'm still hung-over from last night." I replied.

"So I guess it's just me, and a little 'Sex on the beach!" Angel said as she winked at the young handsome waiter.

"Oh boy, here we go again!" I thought to myself.

After lying in the sun for two hours I started feeling relaxy and went back to the cabin to take a nap. Angel was flirting with three guys by the pool when I left. I fell arelax almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

After about an hour the sound of Angel and her three admirers laughing and staggering into the cabin in an excited state woke me. Two of the guys then grabbed me and lifted me from the bed, stripped me against my struggling and protesting and then proceeded to tied me in a chair and duct-taped my mouth.

Angel was laughing at me, helpless in the chair. She pointed at my tiny dick and said "See what I mean, how's a bride suppose to get any satisfaction from that?"

They all laughed and one of the guys said, "Oh you poor baby, don't worry, me and my buddies will take real good care of you. Now, why don't you just give us a little show to get us warmed up?"

Angel went over to the iTunes player and selected a real sexy playlist which we had pre-recorded for our wedding night and started dancing for the men. She spread her legs wide and started undulating her hips in a slow circular motion, lips parted and a dreamy look in her eyes.

She then began touching her body with her hands. She rubbed her hips with her arched palms in small circles, and then slowly moved up to her breasts. As she cupped her tits she squeezed them hard, causing her nipples to become erect and pop out against the top of her bathing suit.

One of the guys moved behind her untying her top, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Angel has magnificent breasts, soft, full and tipped with quarter-sized pink nipples that turn rose colored when they get hard. The three men started breathing heavily as they watched them bounced to the rhythm of the blues music when she danced.

She then slipped her thumbs into the waist band of her swimsuit bottoms, and tugged at it teasingly, slowly inching it down, revealing her bald pubic mound. Just before her pussy came into full view, she turned her back on the men flashing them her bare, plump, pink ass. She jiggled it just enough to show them how soft and supple it was. Then without bending her legs, she bent forward and slipped her bathing suit bottoms down to her ankles, giving them a nice rearview of her ass and pussy as she stepped out of the waistband, throwing it at me. They all laughed when it landed on my head.

She was nude now, except for her high heels. She then turned and faced the three men, showing them her full frontal nakedness as she did a bumped and grind with her hips. She played with her nipples, pinching them until they were red and throbbing.

"Oh no," I thought to myself, "This is going way too far!"

The guys were really getting turned on, and began stripping off their swimsuits and rubbing their hard cocks. All three of their cocks were much larger and thicker than mine. I could feel my own little cock swelling and aching between my legs but my hands were tied and there was nothing I could do to relieve my engorged prick. I was feeling humiliated, angry but incredibly turned on too. So far, it had just been a game between us. Now here she was, dancing naked for three strangers, and just asking to be fucked.

I knew she had taken this beyond the point of no return. She was teasing them and they did not look like the kind of guys that would take no for an answer. I couldn't believe it. What happened to our fantasy? I could see by the look and all their faces, Angel was going to get gang-fucked by these three men and there was nothing I could do about it!

Then one of the men moved behind her and started swaying against her undulating bottom with his hard cock pressing between her ass cheeks as his hands squeezed and fondled her tits, playing with her nipples. Angel gets very hot when her breasts are touched!

Another guy got on his knees between her legs and started licking her cunt while the third man, went over beside her and placed her hand on his cock.

I could tell by the soft moaning sounds coming from her lips she was getting very hot. She reached down and pressed the head of guy on his knees tightly against her pussy lips, smearing his face with her juices and making low natural moans.

"Do you want something?" The guy whose cock she was holding asked.

"Oh yes!" Angel replied between her moaning and heavy breathing.

"Tell us baby; tell us all what you want." He continued in a mocking tone.

The bastard, he was toying with my bride.

"I want your cocks. I want them in me now!" Angel replied pleadingly.

I felt totally humiliated as he manipulated her.

"And just where do you want our cocks sweetheart?" He chided.

"I want them in my mouth and my pussy and my ass please!" She begged.

All three men laughed as they picked her up and carried her to the bed.

I was furious, frustrated and yet, incredibly turned on. Here was my bride, who I had not even consummated our marriage with, was begging three guys to fuck her! I could not move or even protest!

The first guy lay down on his back on the bed while the two other men lowered her, ass first, on to his cock. They used her own juices to lubricate her tight asshole and gently lifted her up and down until he was buried deep inside.

"Oh yes, that feels so good, oh yes!" She moaned, looking right into my eyes.

She really seemed to like being ass fucked. Hell, she hadn't even let me put a finger up her ass and now she was taking it like a pro!

After she had taken all of his cock deep in her ass, they laid her back against his chest and the second man moved between her legs and started rubbing his cock up and down her wet pussy lips saying, "Do you want my cock too, honey?"

"Oh yes!" Angel replied. "Give it to me now, don't tease me. I want to feel both of you in me at once, please!"

He smiled and slipped his cock all the way in her steaming cunt. She didn't need any lubricating at all. She was ready.

"Ahhhhhhhh!" She screamed, but it was not a scream of pain, it was a scream I had never heard before. It was a scream of pure ecstasy. "Ohhhhhhhh yes, don't stop, give me everything! I feel so full, fuck me hard, harder, oh yessssss!" Angel's eyes seemed glazed over.

I felt tears running down my cheeks. I had never seen her so turned on. How would she ever be satisfied with my tiny, limp prick after this? I wished I had never told her my fantasy. How stupid I was and now I have lost her!

The third man who had been watching the action and rubbing his cock moved up to her mouth and slipped it between her soft lips. Her scream and moans turned to muffled sounds as she deep throated him.

My beautiful bride was now a full service slut, offering all her orifices to these men and loving every minute of it! As humiliated and angry as I was, I couldn't help but fell a sense of pride at the way she was taking everything they had to give her. I could feel myself starting to cum!

The moaning and screaming became louder and louder. We all came together, her, the one in her ass, the another in her pussy, a third in her mouth and me in my chair. Our voices echoed thru the cabin door and down the passageways of the ship! I knew we could probably be heard for at least three decks.

Just then, I suddenly hear Angel's voice. "Darling, darling, wake up. I think you were having a dream. I slowly started to focus on the room around me. I was in the bed, in my shorts with a big wet cum spot on them. Angel was still in her swimsuit sitting beside and we were alone in the cabin. A dream! A damn dream, but it all seemed so real!

"Hurry and get ready for dinner honey and put on your new tux, its formal tonight." Angel reminded me.

Tonight was one of the three formal nights aboard ship on our fifteen day roundtrip cruise from Los Angeles to Hawaii. Angel and I were very excited as we changed into our formal attire.

I was wearing a black tuxedo and bowtie. Angel looked magnificent in her royal blue evening gown cut low in front to accent her beautiful milk white breasts. It looked like she had been melted down and poured into it. Every curve and valley fit perfectly.

Just as we were about to leave the cabin, our phone rang. "Hello," I answered.

"Good evening Sir, is this Mr. Hodgkin?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes, this is Mr. Hodgkin speaking, how can I help you?" I replied.

"Good evening Mr. Hodgkin, my name is Lieutenant Werzing, I am the ships executive officer and it is my honor and privilege to invite you and your lovely wife to dine at the Captain's table this evening. Are you available Sir?" The Lieutenant inquired.

"Yes we are," I replied in a surprised tone. Usually you had to have had at least three cruises under your belt or be someone very important to get this type of an invitation.

"Very good Sir, Captain Wellworth will be expecting you in the Emerald Room at twenty hundred hours this evening." The Lieutenant replied.

"Who was it darling?" Angel asked.

"I don't believe it!" I responded, "We have been invited by the executive officer to dine at the Captain's Table tonight!"

"Oh how wonderful!" Angel said in her excited voice. "I wonder why they invited us. We didn't even request it on our pre-boarding questionnaire?"

"Beats me, it must be your beauty that has paved the way to our fame and fortune, darling!" I countered.

Angel laughed and through her arms around me and said, "I think it's your distinguished looks. Anyone as handsome and debonair as you must be a very important permister!"

"Did you say impotent or important?" I replied.

We arrived at the Emerald Room at eight o'clock sharp. Very snazzy! So this is how the upper crust lives. The waiter escorted us to the Captain's Table where Captain Wellworth, Mrs. Wellworth and a half a dozen guest were chatting.

Captain Wellworth was a mountain of a man. Easily six foot six and two hundred and eighty pounds and black. I don't know why I should be surprised seeing a black captain in charge of a cruise ship. I guess I didn't think an ultra conservative, English owned cruise line was that liberal.

Mrs. Wellworth was stunning! At least six feet tall, built like a porn star and possessed the chiseled face of a Nubian Queen. When she looked at me I felt like falling to my knees and saying "Yes Your Majesty".

The table had place settings. Angel's place was next to the Captain while mine was at the other end of the table next to his wife. This bothered me a bit but then I thought, "Oh well, when in Rome..."

Captain Wellworth started the conversation which, while directed at both of us, was said looking directly at Angel. He took her little white hand in his massive black hand and said, "I am so glad you two could join us this evening, my nephew Dan, your steward, has told me so much about you." He smiled wickedly at Angel as he lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it gently as Dan had, much too long!

Angel blushed at his remarks wondering how much information Dan had divulged .

I looked over at Mrs. Wellworth to see her reaction to this obvious pass her husband was making at my wife. She was piercing my gaze with a look and a cruel smile that seemed to say "You are mine, slave."

I could feel chills run up and my spine causing me to have a visible shiver, which seemed to amuse her.

The rest of the dinner was uneventful with chit chat and small talk. I couldn't help but notice how much attention the captain was giving Angel, who seemed to love his attentions, while he seemed to just ignore me.

Noticing this, his wife, looking at me mockingly whispered. "Your wife seems quite taken with my husband this evening, be careful he has a way of collecting passenger's wives to brighten up the cruise. Don't worry; if he does steal her away, I'm sure you and I can find something to do to pass the time."

"He won't steal my Angel!" I responded, "She loves me very much and is completely faithful to me!"

"Would you care to make a small wager?" She asked.

"What kind of wager do you mean?" I questioned.

"I will bet you that your beautiful bride relaxs with my husband before this cruise is over." She replied.

"Ridiculous!" I answered. "How much do you want to bet?"

"If I lose, I will have the cruise line refund your entire fare and the extra charges you incur." She countered.

"And if I lose?" I asked.

"If you lose, you will be my slave and sex toy for, hmmmm let's say two days, agreed?" She replied. "Agreed!" I answered happily, knowing I had just won us a free cruise with all expenses paid to Hawaii and back. Angel will be so pleased.

Meanwhile, Angel and the captain got up to dance. I thought to myself, "Isn't it proper to ask the husband's permission first, even if he was the Captain and complete monarch of the ship, manners are manners?"

As I watched them dance to a slow, romantic misterg, I couldn't help but noticed how they seemed to melt together. Angel had her cheek pressed against his and was smiling as he whispered in her ear. They just seem to float, effortlessly, across the dance floor. I had never seen her dance this way! The way I had always wanted to dance with her but couldn't quite manage it. As they danced his hand slipped lower down her back until one had rested firmly on her buttocks! Angel didn't seem to mind as he squeezed and massaged her ass cheek.

Everyone at the table seemed to notice this but did not seem surprised or shocked. I could hear the guest's murmur, "Aren't they beautiful together?", "Looks like our captain has made another conquest!", "Got to hand it to him, he never seems to miss."

I was fuming! My new bride was acting like a slut on the dance floor, allowing him to fondle her ass and pressing up against him, humiliating me in front of everyone. I decided it was time to "cut in", but as I got up from the table, Mrs. Wellington quickly took my hand and led me onto the dance floor.

Before I could object, she held me tightly in her arms and said. "I wouldn't if I were you. It wouldn't pay to annoy him. He can very vindictive when crossed. Anyway, if she is faithful as you say, there is nothing to worry about, right?"

She was right. Why was I getting so upset? I knew Angel loved me. Why act like a jealous fool! I resigned myself to being a gentleman and overlook this harmless flirtation. It was then I noticed that Mrs. Wellington was leading. Oh well, why not?

After the dance, Mrs. Wellington or Eve, as she insisted I call her, requested I accompany her out on deck for a breath of fresh air. As we walked around, looking at the beautiful moonlight reflection on the water and smelling the ocean air, I felt compelled to ask my beautiful companion a few questions.

"Don't you mind having your husband seducing the female passenger's right under your very nose? I inquired.

"Not at all," She replied. "He has his fun, I have mine, and someone has to console the poor cuckold husbands, right?"

"Well, I guess so," I replied, "but it sounds quite risky to me. What about retaliation from the enraged spouse, possible scandal, law suits?" I asked.

"Listen baby, by the time I'm through with the husband, they're in no position to say anything. Not if they don't want to face complete public offense. Beside, what's good for the gander is good for the goose!" She laughed.

By the time we got back to the Emerald Room the dinner party was over. Where was Angel? Where was the captain? I guess she went back to our cabin. I said goodnight to Eve and headed back to our room. When I got there, the cabin was dark and empty! Where could she be?

I was worried about Angel. She had not come back from the Captain's Dinner and it was late. Suddenly the phone rang.

"Hello Darling!" It was my precious Angel. "Listen my love," She continued, "I want to play a game. Are you willing?"

"Of course baby, anything you say." I replied relived that she was safe.

"In my black bag you will find four pairs of handcuffs and a ball gag. Go and get them."

My first inclination was to ask her where she was, who she was with, and when will she be coming back, but something inside me said, "Wait. Just follow her instructions, don't question her now."

I found the bag and emptied the contents on the bed. "OK, got it, now what?" I asked my lovely bride.

"Put on the ball gag first. Then take off all your clothes, sit in the chair in front of the television and handcuff your ankles and wrists to the chair but before you do that, turn on the TV and put it on channel 18."

I put on the ball gag and stripped naked. I turned on the TV. I had a little difficulty, located channel 18. It seemed to be some kind of on- board channel but I was finally successful. It showed the inside of a seemingly, vacant, rather handsome luxurious suite aboard the ship. I could hear soft music playing in the background. Then I cuffed both ankles to the legs of the chair and my wrists to the arms of the chair. It was tricky locking my last wrist, but I finally managed.

Then, to my surprise, Angel appeared on the TV in front of me. She walked in front of the camera, wearing just her bra, panties, garter belt, hose and high heels and said, "Come here lover." Which confused me because I was cuffed to the chair and could not come anywhere. Then I saw who she was talking to.

It was our Captain dressed only in a thin black Kimono. He walked on camera and took her in his arms. She looked back on camera, at me and said, "I'm sorry Darling but I just couldn't resist our beautiful captain. He has ordered me to his quarters for a little close arms inspection." At this point, the two of them turned and embraced. It was a long and passionate kiss that said, "We're going to do it!"

I was in shock, my own wife, making love to another man on the big screen TV while I was helpless to stop them or even say anything! I tried to close my eyes but it was like being magictized, I could not stop looking at the spectacle on the screen.

Angel then turned and looked at me and said, "Surprised, confused? It's really quite simple. Think of it as a wedding present. I know, deep down inside, you have always wanted to see me make love to a black man. Well baby, here it is, on the wide screen in full Sin-O-Color. You just relax and enjoy the show. Adam, or Captain Wellworth as you know him, is truly a magnificent man and he has agreed to consummate our marriage for you. Isn't that nice of him?"

My head was spinning. Yes, it's true. This has been a fantasy I have had for years. But here it is. A reality. Could I really get off on seeing my precious Angel fucking and sucking this guy, for real! No, Yes, I don't know! I was in total turmoil. So, in silence, I kept watching.

Adam picked Angel up in his arms like she was a feather, and carried her off screen.

"Thank goodness!" I thought. "At least now I won't have to witness him ravish my sweet bride!" I thought too late. Another camera came on and I was watching him lay her down on a King-sized bed on red satin sheets.

Her pale skin and black lingerie contrasted beautifully against the scarlet sheets! He let his robe fall to the floor and stood beside the bed naked, looking down at her the way a lion might look at his prey.

He was truly magnificent! His muscles rippled under his black velvet skin. There was not an inch of fat on his six foot six, two hundred and sixty pound body. His cock was hanging flaccid at least eight inches and his balls were the side of pool balls.

Angel looked up at him and licked her lips. She liked what she was seeing! Her breathing started to increase. Her eyes were full of fire as they appraised this incredible man who was about to take her. Her mouth parted as she licked her lips, which had become dry in anticipation.

I was filled with so many emotions as I watched. My brain was saying, "Yes, yes, fuck her! Giver her everything she needs and deserves, no, no don't touch her, she's mine. She's my wife!"

He started stroking his now erect cock which had grown to its full twelve inches and was as big around as a baseball bat!

Angel eyes widened as she gazed at his manhood. She looked like a small bird that had become mesmerized by a cobra. A small dribble of saliva started running down the side of her face from the corner of her mouth. She took off her bra and panties, leaving the garter belt and hose on to frame her pink and white bald pussy. The light in the room reflected off her moist labia. She was hot, she was ready!

I could hear the captain's voice, teasing her, playing with her, "You like it baby, you like what you see? Does the size of my cock scare you, just a little? Don't worry, I'll take it real slow. I can see you are wet enough. You are going to love this. You will never forget it. You won't even be able to feel you husband's small insignificant penis after I'm through stretching you!"

What he was saying was true. He knew it, Angel knew it, and I knew it. Nothing would ever be the same after tonight. I could not blame him, or her. I could only blame myself. This was my fantasy, my dream. I had planted it in her mind. She loved me more that any woman has ever loved me before. She was doing this out of love. Love for me, to please me. I felt tears of joy and sorrow running down my cheeks.

Angel spread her legs wide, welcoming him to her. She rubbed her thighs and groin and pelvic folds in anticipation.

He got on his knees between her legs. He gently lifted her up while placing two pillows under her ass and lowering her back down. Now her cunt was angled up toward him, beckoning to his cock to come in. I could see a river of quim flowing out of her pussy to help glide him inside her.

He placed the plum --sized helmet of his huge cock, which was already oozing pre-cum, to her glistening pussy lips. Slowly he rubbed the tip up and down her wet pussy lips, teasing, taunting her. "You want it baby?" He whispered, "Beg for it. Let me and you wimpy husband know how badly you want it. Tell us baby."

"Oh god yes! Please give it to me! I need it so bad! I want it, more than anything in the whole world. Please fuck me, please fuck me now!"

"What about your husband," he continued. "Don't you want him instead? I'll take you to him now so he can fuck you instead of me. Would you like me to do that?"

"No, not him, you! I want you! Please, don't tease me anymore, give me what I need!" She begged.

He then fell forward, thrusting his enormous twelve inch cock deep inside her until his balls slapped up against her cunt lips.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" She screamed. It was at first a scream of pain but it quickly turned into a scream of ecstasy.

I was afraid he would split my poor Angel in two, but then I noticed she wrapped her legs around his back and was trying to pull him in even deeper. She moaned and groaned. She cried and begged him to fuck her harder and faster!

He eagerly complied. He fucked her like a jackhammer! It went on and on and never seemed to end. She kept cumming and cumming. It sounded like a five minute orgasm.

I could hear him starting to moan those, "I'm cumming", moans while she said, "Yes, oh yes! Fill me up lover! Shoot you cum deep inside me where no man has ever reached! Oh god, yes! I can feel it squirting inside me; it feels like a fire hose!" She started screaming again with another climax.

I would have screamed too, except for the ball gag. Saliva was running out of my mouth around the gag, tears were pouring down my cheeks, and cum was pouring out of my cock. I had never seen anything like it. It was like watching your wife, starring in the best porn film you had ever seen!

Then, all was still and quite except for our panting, as we all recovered from the amazing three-way climax we had just experienced.

Then my feeling of exhilaration was replaced by shame and sorrow. I have lost her. No, I have given her away, just to feed my sick perverted needs. The captain was right. We will never forget this. Nothing will ever be the same.

As I gazed tearfully at the screen watching my wife and Adam cuddling and cooing in afterglow, I suddenly saw the captain's wife, Eve looking out through the TV at me smiling wickedly and saying, "You lost the bet, slave!"

I sat in the chair, handcuffed, gagged, tears rolling down my cheeks. What have I done! What a fool I was! By revealing my fantasies, I had convinced my bride that I truly wanted to be cuckolded and she had set this whole night up to comply with my wishes. She was willing to go along with my sick needs and let another man seduce and fuck her just to please me. She had also arranged it so I would be helpless to stop it, knowing the guilt I would feel by actively permitting it. She had thought of everything, just to please me.

I could not blame her. This was all my doing. And now I had just watched my lovely wife get the fucking of her life! God was she hot! I have never seen her so responsive or cum so hard! Now what? How could I ever follow that? She will never be satisfied with my puny penis again. I had just committed marital suicide!

After their initial encounter, the TV screen had gone blank. I figured after giving me my little show, they wanted some privacy. I wondered how long I would be cuffed to the chair. I hoped the maid service wouldn't find me this way. How embarrassing! Well, if they did, I deserved it. At least they could uncuff me so I could use the toilet. Boy would they have a good story to tell the rest of the staff about the couple in #701.

After a few minutes, I heard the door unlock. It was Angel! "Oh darling, are you ok?" She asked as she undid my gag and started to unlock the handcuffs, "I got back as soon as I could. Adam wanted me to spend the night with him but I told him I needed to get back to you. I hope you liked my little surprise. Isn't this what you always wanted, to see me fucked by a black man while you were helpless to stop it?"

"Yes honey," I blubbered, "but I was wrong! I should have never told you about my fantasy, now I have ruined everything, our love, our marriage, everything!"

"Don't be silly! Nothing's changed. I still love you more than any man in the whole world! You think just because a man has big rippling muscles and twelve inch cock, he can steel me away? I'm disappointed in you! You should give me and our love a little more credit than that!" She scolded.

I was both astounded and relieved. She still wanted me! My tears of sorrow turned to tears of joy.

"Darling, let's spend the rest of the cruise together, just you and me. No captain, no steward, no other men, just us." Angel said while snuggling up in my arms.

"Oh yes baby, let's....oh cuckolds brownie!" I suddenly said.

"What is it?" My wife replied.

"The bet, the damn bet I made with the captain's wife, Eve! " I answered.

"What kind of bet?" Angel asked.

I explained the terms of the bet and how her fucking the captain had lost us a free cruise and how I would now have to be Eve's slave for two days.

"Oh, my poor baby," Angel said, with a slight smile on her face. "I guess we got fucked more ways than one, last night!" Well, a deal a deal and I expect you to be a good slave. I hope she lets me watch. This could be fun!"

"Well," I replied, "You sure are taking this slave thing quite lightly! God knows what she has in mind for me or what I will have to do!"

"Come on now darling," She laughed, "You will just have to man-up, or woman-up to this, depending on what she has in mind. Adam says she can be a real castrating bitch when she wants to be! Whatever she has in mind, I'm sure you will make me proud! Well I think we both had better get some relax. I'm exhausted and you know why!" She teased, "And you are going to need all the rest you can get."

We fell into bed and Angel was soon fast arelax. I lay awake, reliving the evening's events. I was so relieved that I still had her love, and so turned on remembering her magnificent performance! I soon found myself, cock swollen, between her legs, licking her red, ravished cunt. I could taste their love as I listened to the sweet moans of her approaching orgasms. In my excitement, I shot my own cum all over the sheets. She was still mine. I cuddled up to her and fell fast arelax. It must have been about noon when the phone rang in the cabin, it was like being splashed with ice water, pulling me out of my sweet dreams and back to reality. I let it go to voicemail and listened the Eve at the other end.

"Good morning slave, or should I say, good afternoon. I really enjoyed your wife's performance last night. Of course it was recorded on videotape for legal purposes, and our friend's amusement. Listen slave, your servitude will begin at 10:00pm tonight after dinner. You will come to my private cabin. Just ask your steward, Daniel where it is, and oh yes, bring that pretty wife or yours along. She won't want to miss this! Your attire should be informal, let's say, a pair of panties, under a robe should do nicely. Well, have a nice day slave, and oh yes, one more thing. Except for the hair on your head and eyebrows, I want all body hair removed. Your bride can help you with this. Ta, ta."

I shuddered as I listened to her message. This was going to be a long two days, I thought to myself.

Angel, who had apparently heard the recording, whispered in my ear, "My, she means business. Don't worry, you can always grow you beard back again. It's going to be fun to witness your feminization darling! And did you hear what she said, they taped Adam fucking me! I wonder what I will have to do to get that tape back. Hungry darling? Well, I'm famished, let's go eat. We must keep our strength up, looks like we are heading into some rough waters.

After a buffet breakfast, I went to the Jacuzzi to relax my sore muscles from being cuffed to the chair for three hours last night. Angel said she needed to go shopping and to meet her back at the cabin later.

When I got back to the cabin, Angel was waiting for me. She told me to undress and then proceeded to remove my beard with a pair of electric clippers. She then soaked it with a warm moist towel, lathered me up and shaved the remaining stubble from my face. She preformed the same procedure on my pubic region.

I couldn't believe how I looked. I had not seen my cheeks, chin or upper neck in fifteen years. It took at least twenty years off my appearance and gave me a rather soft, feminine look. My shaved pubes made me look like a little boy with my smaller than average penis. She then put a smelly pink lotion on the rest of my body and after ten minutes, I could feel my body tingling all over. She instructed me to shower the cream off my body.

I was amazed at how effectively the lotion removed my body hair! She then took off the remaining hair with a razor and rubbed a sweet smelling lotion on me, which soothed my itching, burning skin. She led me over to the mirror. I was shocked at how much younger my body looked completely denuded of hair. I felt very naked and exposed.

"There," Angel stated, "That should satisfy your new mistress's wishes! My,but you do look sweet and cuddly!" She started rubbing her hands over my sensitive skin. My cock immediately became hard which prompted her to say, "Hmmm, you do seem to be enjoying this. Maybe I will keep you this way and make my maid!"

"Angel," I replied in an annoyed tone. "You know the only reamister I am doing this is because you fucked the captain and made me lose my bet with Eve! Let's don't forget who the man is, and who the woman is in this marriage!"

"Sorry baby" She cooed, "It's just that you look so cute and feminine, compared to your usual macho image, I couldn't resist. Now what color panties did you say you wanted to wear tonight, Mr. He-man?"

We both laughed and I lisped, "Well, blue would be nisth but I think I would prefer some frilly, pink ones pleasth."

We both laughed again and she proceeded to produce some pretty pink lace panties from a paper bag she had brought from the ships store. "I got them for you today," She explained. "The woman in the store asked me if I was sure they weren't a bit large for me. I told her they were for a close friend."

We laughed some more and Angel suggested I put them on under my dinner cloths to get use to them seeing I may be wearing them for a couple of days.

I slipped them on. They really felt sexy against my smooth skin. I thought to myself, "Careful, you are starting to enjoy this a little too much."

We then finished dressing and went to dinner. After dining we went to the Wheelhouse Bar to enjoy some takeing and dancing. While we were dancing cheek to cheek Angel said, "I have never felt your bare face against mine before. It's kind of nice, but I do prefer your snowy white beard. I prefer your rugged, distinguished look!"

I suddenly felt a tap on my shoulder. "Mind if I cut in?" It was the captain's voice. It was more of an order than a request. "I like the new, beardless look, very sweet; it seems to fit you better." He added with a smirk on his face.

My face turned red with anger as I reluctantly handed my Angel over to Adam and went back to sulk at our table. Waiting for me there was Eve. "Well, deja vu," She chided, as we sat there looking at my wife and the captain, pressed closely together as they glided across the dance floor. "I must say you look quite pretty without your beard. I can hardly wait to make you my bitch tonight!" Eve, continued.

I ignored her comment watching Angel press her hips tightly against Adams. "Oh crap, I though. This is going to be a long night!"

Eve continued to tease and chide me as I watched my sweet bride being groped and felt up by the captain as they danced at the Boathouse Lounge. I could hear other people laugh and make crude remarks, as Angel and Adam publically humiliated me with their show of intimacy.

Eve said, "Look how beautifully they move together, I'll bet you wish you could dance like that."

I ignored her remarks and just sat there and watched them cavorting on the floor for three dances, listening to Eve's verbal use. I couldn't stand it any longer! "Tell Angel, when she comes back that I went to the cabin with a headache." I told Eve.

"I'll do that." She laughed. "See you both at 10pm... slave!"

When I got back to the cabin I was really feeling depressed. This whole cuckold/offense thing was getting to me. I know I had started it by telling Angel about my fantasy, but now, the reality was hitting me hard. I decided to let Angel know how I was feeling when she got back. Fortunately she came back a few minutes later.

"Hi darling, how's you headache, are you feeling better?" She asked.

I told her this whole thing was starting to get too me. Her flirtations with the captain, watching her dance and feel her up, the offense of everyone knowing he had taken her from me, Eve's constant verbal use. "How much was I supposed to take?" I asked.

"Why didn't you mention this sooner, baby?" Angel asked. "I can't read minds. First you say this turns you on, and then it turns you off. How am I supposed to know what you want?"

She had a point. I know I was vacillating back and forth, how she was expected to know what I wanted?

"Listen," I replied, "I have to comply with my agreement with Eve, a bet's a bet, so for the next two days, it's going to be pure hell, but that's it! After that, no more games. Just you and me, OK?"

"It's a deal!" Angel agreed. "Besides, I don't know how much more of his big cock I can take! I am so sore and raw down there, how about some tongue therapy?"

Angel knew just what to say and when to say it. Soon I was between her legs, licking, sucking and tasting her sweet juices! She had four orgasms and I needed a release real bad. I was about to ask her for some nice cocksucking when she said, "Oh my goodness, look at the time. It's ten already. We had better hurry. The later we are, the harder she will be on you. Hurry and put your panties and robe on. I have to get ready too.

Not quite sure what she meant by get ready, I put on my pink panties over my throbbing cock and slipped on my robe. Angel came out of the dressing area wearing her robe and we headed for Eve's cabin.

To the other passengers, we looked like a normal couple on our way to the Jacuzzi or a massage. If they only knew I was a lamb, being led to slaughter.

We located Eve's cabin from the directions given to us by nephew Daniel who smiled knowingly as he wrote them down for us.

We knock on the door several times before she finally answered. "You are twelve minutes late, slave. You can expect a different punishment for every minute you kept your mistress waiting. These punishments will be delivered over the next two days and each punishment will become more severe than the last, but I am feeling merciful. If your lovely bride wishes to take a punishment or two in your place, I will allow it."

Angel and I exchanged anxious glances as we were ushered into her cabin. We were surprised to see her husband Adam, and his nephew Daniel waiting as well. They were wearing black silk boxers and smiling as we entered.

"You remember my husband and Daniel; I invited them to keep your bride company while I punish you, now, strip!" Eve commanded. I hesitated a little but finally let my robe fall to the floor and stood there looking like a fool, completely shaved, wearing my pink panties.

I could hear Adam and Daniel laughing at me and saying, "Boy, look at that sissy, how whipped can you get?" and "So what's a super fox like Angel doing with a wimp like him?"

I felt totally humiliated in front of these two men dressed like a pansy. Eve pointed to the stool next to the dressing table and said, "Sit, it's time to make you up to look like the sissy bitch you are!"

I sat down, broken, resigned to my fate as Eve applied lipstick, eye shadow, and blush to my face. She then topped it off with a blond, curly wig and instructed me to lie across her lap.

"The first thing a slave needs to learn is obedience," She informed me. "You were late and you hesitated to follow my commands. Punishment #1 & 2, coming up. At this point she pulled down my panties, baring my butt for all to see and started administrating a very hard spanking with a hairbrush on my smarting bottom. At first I was able to not cry out, but as she continued, my ass became redder and more swollen.

Soon I found myself crying out. "Please stop, no more! I'm sorry, I won't hesitate again, I promise!"

Eve ignored my pleas and continued administrating my punishment, each swat getting harder.

Soon I was crying like a baby. "Ohhhhhh no, stop, please, I'll be good! I will do anything you want, please stop!"

"Oh you will do anything I want whether I stop or not" Eve stated emphatically. She then stood up suddenly causing me to fall on the floor at her feet. She lifted her boot covered foot to my lips. "Kiss it, lick it. Show me how grateful you are for teaching you not to hesitate in obeying my commands.

Not wanting to incur more of her wrath, I quickly kissed her booted toe and licked the shiny leather surface of her boot.

"Suck it slave, just like you would a cock!" She added mockingly.

Once again I humbly complied with my mistresses wishes. So here I was, dressed like a complete sissy, tear streaks on my face, butt cheeks bright red, sucking the boot to show my gratitude for receiving a spanking for not obeying her quickly enough. And it had only been one half of an hour. Two days! Two days! I'm not sure I can make it.

I quickly glanced around the room as I sucked her boot. Adam and Daniel were laughing and pointing at me saying, "Man he sure sucks that good!", "Probably had a lot of practice!", "Maybe we can give him something else to suck on, that fucking, faggot, sissy!"

My face was turning red with anger and my eyes started to water up with tears of offense when I looked over at Angel. She had taken off her robe and I couldn't believe what she was wearing. There she stood in black nylons, four inch high heels and black lace garter belt faming her beautiful bald pussy. She had on a matching black lace bra with the nipples cut out. She looked sooo hot! She was smiling at me and playing with herself! She was actually getting off on this, seeing me feminized, beaten and humiliated! Knowing I was watching her, she walked over to where Adam and Daniel were sitting and squeezed in between them, placing a hand on each of their thighs. She smiled at me wickedly and said, "Be good sissy, and watch me be bad!"

Then I suddenly remembered an agreement we had made. If we ever got into a powerd sexual situation and neither of us could do anything about it, we agreed to enjoy the moment! She was not doing this to hurt me; she was only obeying our agreement. I felt a little better.

"I didn't tell you to stop licking, slave, don't worry about your pretty bride, she will be well taken care of, just do what I tell you to do!" Eve said as she whipped my behind with a leather strap.

She stopped striking my poor smarting butt and said to me. "That's enough boot licking, suck my cunt, slave and do a good job or you're in big trouble!"

I raised myself up from her boots and looked directly at her cunt. It was shaved and cocoa colored on the outside with pink inner labia. It had a strong musky odor to it. She had a large clit that stared out at me like a tiny penis, begging to be sucked. I started placing soft kisses on her pussy lips and clit. I could taste her juices as I kissed her. I slipped my tongue in as deep as I could at the bottom of her cunt and slowly brought it upward toward her clit. She had a sweet bitter honey taste. I could feel her body jerk as I latched on to her clitoris with my lips and drew small circles on it with the tip of my tongue. She grabbed my hair above both ears and pulled me hard against her.

"That's right slave, suck me, suck me hard, swallow my quim, breath me in, and inhale my scent!"

I had to admit I was getting rather excited with her pussy juice and smell. It was a little difficult to breath, being held so tight but I managed to keep sucking until I felt her cunt and thighs quiver against me and heard her orgasmic cries of ecstasy!

"Very good slave, someone has taught you well!" She said as she slowly released her death grip on my hair. I quickly gasped for air, replenishing my oxygen supply.

"Now, since you have been such a good girl, I can't really call a hairless sissy, wearing panties, make up and wig, a man, or a boy. I am going to show you a little mercy. Your lovely bride can take away two of your remaining eleven punishments by fucking and sucking my husband and his nephew. Remember, I told you each punishment would get worse? What do you say my dear, are you willing to fuck and suck to save your husband from some pain and discomfort, or should I proceed to the next punishment?"

"I'll do it!" Angel replied. "Anything to make it easier on my baby."

"I thought you might," Eve replied. "But just to make it more interesting, slave, I want you to beg them to let you suck their cocks hard so they can fuck your bride. Then I want you to get her pussy nice and wet with your tongue and guide their hard cocks into her mouth and cunt. Now!"

I remembered what Eve had said about hesitating to follow her orders but the idea of sucking cock repulsed me! I look at Angel who was giving me a look that said, "Remember our agreement?"

I swallowed whatever pride I had left and said, "Please Captain Wellworth, please Steward Daniel; let me suck you cocks hard so you can fuck my Angel."

Both Daniel and Adam let out loud laughs, hooting and hollering, "Listen to that sissy fag, begging for cock for his mouth and wife!" and "Man oh man, what a dickless wimp, she sure deserves better than that!"

Eve then put a collar around my neck and attached a leash. She handed the leash to Angel and said, "Go ahead, lead her over to suck the cocks hard, which will soon be pleasing you."

Angel then led me on my hands and knees to Daniel who was standing naked, by the bar. "OK honey, make it hard for me, be a good girl."

"Oh no, now she was calling me a girl too!" I thought to myself. "How much more of this could I take?" And the party was only getting started.

Story from Angel's point of view:

My husband asked me to write this next installment due to the fact that he is a bit tied up at the moment. I am more than happy to tell you our story.

As you may or may not remember, my husband and I were in the captain's wife's cabin with him and his nephew Daniel. We were there to pay up on the bet my husband lost to Eve, the captain's wife. So far, my poor hubby had been feminized, spanked and made to beg to suck the cocks of the captain and his nephew to make them hard enough to fuck me. I was fucking them to eliminate two of the eleven remaining punishments my husband had earned by being late and hesitating to obey Eve's command quickly. I know it was a sacrifice, but I was willing to do anything to reduce my poor hubby's suffering.

As I watched him beg to suck the dicks that are about to pleasure me, I couldn't help but feel, a little aroused by the sight of my man, on his knees, sucking cock and a sense of pride that he, who I know takes no enjoyment from licking dick, would be willing to do such a thing, just to give me pleasure and not welch on a bet.

Anyone whould assume that a man in pink panties and sissy make up, being ordered to suck his wife's lover's cocks, has to be a total wimp. Perhaps this is so is some cases, but in my husband's case, this could not be farther from the truth.

I know he is a real man by any definition. He was both in the Navy and the Marines. He fought bravely for his country, saved lives in combat and faced many dangers. He has led a very adventurous life and has lived through many harrowing experiences, fires, flood, a building cave-in, and survived in the wildernes with wolves and freezing temperatures, just by using his wits to stay alive.

He is confident about his manhood. He is neither gay nor homophobic. He has spent his life loving women. All sizes, shapes and colors. He has been married four times, sired three youngren which have given him three grand youngren. All of whom love and respect him.

He is a wonderful lover! At sixty-seven, prostate cancer and age have made erections difficult but he makes up in affection, oral, digital, verbal prowess, technique and imagination, what he sometimes lacks in erectile fortitude.

What makes a man, a man, the length, girth and hardness of his cock? Well, perhaps to some, but a real man to me is so much more that an anatomical measurement. He is kind, sensitive, brave, and intelligent. He can lead and follow. He can make decisions, yet is open to other points of view. He can make me laugh, cry tears of joy, cum and feel like a woman who is truly loved. Such a man is my husband, and there is not a man on this planet that can hold a candle to him.

Now, back to the evening and events at hand.

Having sucessfully hardened Daniel's cock to an impressive ten inches; my husband looked over at me with eyes that said, "OK, he's ready darling."

I walked over to them, as Daniel lay back on the bed I straddled his magnificent cock. My sweet little sissy, held it in place while I slowly let his large dick enter my steaming cunt which required no prelubrication. It felt wonderful! It went deeper and deeper, straightening every internal wrinkle in my pussy. It never seemed to stop. I looked deep into my husband's eyes. His expression said, "It's ok baby, enjoy it, enjoy it. And enjoy it, I did! I rode his cock like a rodeo star, bucking and bouncing, holding on to one arm of my husband, and one arm of my lover.

Soon my bucking and bouncing turned to grinding and rubbing my clit and pussy lips against his cock and pelvic bone.

Sitting at the kitchenette bar, I could hear the captain's encouraging crys, "Oh yeah! That's right my sweet little white slut, you fuck my nephew real good, and you, sissy husband, can start sucking my cock hard so I can fuck your pretty wife in the ass. Let me explain to you both, what's going on. I truly love to spice up these cruises with some nice sexy playtime. I have every cabin on close circuit TV. This lets me know who would be a good choice for our fun and games. In this instance, my nephew tipped me off when you asked him to help humiliate your husband, and then jacked him off. We got the whole thing on video, plus all the action since then. This qualified you two to be our next victims! You see, you are both going to have to be very cooperative to get those videos back. We do this on every cruise!"

I could see my hubby's face turning red with anger at having been taken in so completely and knowing there was nothing he could do at this point but comply. Call the authorities? One look at those videos and "case dismissed", not to mention the public offense when copies were sent to family, friends and employers. They had us by the short hairs, except we were both shaven.

While my sissy sucked Adam's cock, the captain said to me, "Tell us all bitch, tell us how good it feels to be stuffed full of black cock! Go on tell your sissy wimp husband how it feels!"

"Oh honey," I gaspped. "It feels wonderful. Daniel is fucking me sooo good! I think, I think...oh god yes, I'm cumming, I'm cumming! Yes, yes, yes, more, yes, don't stop! Don't you dare fucking stop, ahhhhhhhhhh!"

"You hear that sissy?" Adam asked, "She loves it! Wait till I get my cock up her pretty little ass, now suck me harder and get me ready!"

Eve joined in on the chiding of my poor hubby. "You heard him bitch, keep sucking and do a good job. Once you get him hard, lick your wife's ass and put my man's cock right on her cute little anus!"

My poor, humiliated husband sucked Adam's cock to its full twelve inches, he then licked and sucked my asshole and lined up the captain's cock. Daniel stopped his continuous pounding of my pussy to allow his uncle to enter my ass. It felt amazing, two cocks in me at the same time. I had never felt so full! I could feel both cocks rubbing against each other through to thin layer of skin between my pussy and ass. It was an amazing sensation!

At this point, Eve yanked on my husband's leash, and had him bend over in front of her, facing us. She had put on a large strap on dildo and was lubricating my honey's asshole. She smiled down at my humiliated baby and said, "I think you should share in your pretty slut wife's experiences, so I am going to fuck your ass, while she is getting her plump little ass reamed!"

She slowly inserted the dildo into his ass. I could see his eyes widen and hear a moan escape from his lips as she entered him. I knew it was painful for him. We had played a little "I fucked him," game at home and his anus was very tight and sensitive. Now he was being ruthlessly fucked by a much bigger dildo, by a woman who was showing him no mercy. Soon he started to get use to it and I could hear his crys of pain, turn into moans of pleasure. His butt was getting into the rhythm of things and he even was starting to move back to meet her thrusts.

In the meantime, Adam and Daniel continued their ravishing of my cunt and ass. The picked up their pace. It was really getting to me! I could feel them swell. A woman usually knows when a man is about to cum. There are several warning signs. The way he breaths, his moans, the way he moves his cock and the changes in his body motion. I could feel both of the men's climaxes building, not to mention my own. Eve too was starting to exhibit the sounds of a woman approaching orgasm as she rubbed her clit against the dildo ravishing my husband's asshole. Even my sweet hubby was about to get off from the relentless massaging of the dildo against his prostate.

Suddenly the room became a symphony of moans, groans, crys, screams and yelling. It was a five-way orgasm! We had all gotten each other off in one way or another. I am sure everyone on the ship could hear our crys of pleasure!

For about three minutes, there was complete silence in the cabin as we all lay there, exhausted, satiated and satisfied. I could feel both cocks in me shrivel. It felt like I had a cup of cum in each of my orifices.

Eve finally broke the silence by saying, "OK slave, clean up time!"

My poor husband, gathering what strength he had left, crawled over to me and started licking and sucking the cum running out of my pussy and ass. I know this was hard for him because he did not like the taste of even his own cum. I was proud to see him soldier on, licking me until I was clean!

"Now them!" Eve said, pointing at the two men's cocks.

My poor hubby was grimacing and gagging as he went from one cock to the other, licking them clean while the men laughed and teased him. "That's right sissy, taste your wife's pussy juice on my cock?"and "Do you detect a little lower intestinal flavor on my cock, bitch?"

At this point, Eve let us go to relax, me, between Adam and Daniel, and hubby, leashed and collared, at the foot of her bed.

The captain and his nephew fucked me and made me suck them a couple of times that night. Eve, getting turned on by the sounds of our copulating, had my husband suck her pussy and ass, giving her three orgasms.

We finally all fell arelax and were awakened in the morning by room service, serving us a magnificant breakfast.

The next twenty four hours were pretty much a repeat with some variations and more punishments to my poor husband. Finally at about nine that evening, Eve told us his debt was paid in full and was even giving us an hour off early for good behavior. She warned us that everything was videoed and to keep our mouths shut or the tape would be made public.

We were both relieved that it was over. We put on our robes and staggered back to our cabin for showers and a sound night's relax, feeling sore, exhausted and emancipated, all at the same time.

Ma femme me raconte mister aventure quelques mois plus tard.


Ma femme, début trentaine, est assez jolie, cheveux noirs et des yeux bleu d’une intensité à faire craquer tous les hommes. Nous sommes mariés depuis neuf ans et nageons dans un bonheur parfait. Sauf que, au lit, nos relations mistert de plus en plus froides et je crois que nous ne sommes pas à l’abri de la monotonie qui guette la majorité des couples. J’essuie de plus en plus souvent un refus que je vis toujours comme une frustration. Lorsque nous sortons prendre un verre, je vois les hommes la regarder et saliver d’explorer mister joli petit corps. J’ai découvert que j’appréciais voir des étrangers la regarder et cela ne me laissait pas froid. Nathalie a des cuisses légèrement musclées et des jambes bien galbées. Elle a une poitrine fière, sans avoir des seins énormes, qu’elle aime bien dévoiler partiellement.
Depuis quelques semaines, je me réveille au milieu de la nuit et j’ai peine à me rendormir. Une de ces nuits, la lune éclairait un peu la chambre et j’étais tourné vers elle, lorsque j’ai vu les couvertures bouger, à la hauteur de mister sexe. Je me suis redressé sans trop bouger pour observer et me rendre compte qu’elle se caressait. J’entendais aussi sa respiration qui était de plus en plus rapide et mister corps qui se déhanchait timidement. Je ne suis pas certain qu’elle ait atteint l’orgasme, lorsque tout s’est arrêté. J’étais bandé au maximum de la voir se caresser ainsi alors qu’elle dormait toujours. Par la suite, je l’ai surprise quelques fois se masturber de la même façon.
De voir Nathalie se caresser ainsi a réveillé une certaine inquiétude et un de ces soirs, alors que nous étions tranquilles à la maimister, à prendre un verre de vin, j’en suis venu à la questionner et lui avouer que ça faisait quelques nuits que je la regardais se caresser. Elle m’a regardé, rouge de gêne, avec une interrogation, et surprise de ce que je venais de lui raconter, pensant que je faisais une blague. Après plusieurs questions de sa part, elle a conclu que je ne faisais pas de blague et a bien vu que cela m’excitait. Alors ce fut mon tour de lui poser des questions et lui faire avouer à quoi elle rêvait. Pour animer notre discussion (on dit que l’alcool délie les langues), j’ai pris soin de maintenir mister verre toujours un peu rempli.
Après plusieurs langoureuses minutes, Nathalie a fini par m’avouer que le regard des hommes sur elle l’excitait et que, lorsqu’elle sortait avec sa meilleure amie, elle se faisait charmer régulièrement, sauf une fois où elles mistert sorties dans un bar un peu moins huppé, dans un quartier de la ville moins rassurant, où elles étaient allées rejoindre une autre fille qui habitait dans le coin. Avant de continuer, elle me demande de ne jamais intervenir de quelque manière et que les gens concernés avaient eu en quelque sorte mister consentement.
Elle m’a raconté que ce soir-là elle avait vécu toute une expérience, me racontant qu’elles étaient assises au bar toute la soirée et, quand elles ont décidé de partir, elle a embrassé les filles et leur a demandé de ne pas l’attendre, qu’elle avait besoin d’aller aux toilettes avant de partir. Lorsqu’elle est revenue au bar, elle a terminé mister verre seule. Elle était assise au fond de la pièce et l’éclairage était très tamisé. Soudain, une voix derrière elle l’a fait sursauter et quatre jeunes voyous mistert venus l’aborder. Sans aucune manière et sans délicatesse, ils ont commencé à la complimenter et lui dire quel joli cul elle avait. Son décolleté était assez plongeant, dénudant une bonne partie de sa poitrine, et le banc où elle était assise faisait remonter sa petite jupe assez haut sur ses cuisses. Les jeunes lui ont offert un autre verre et, devant mister refus, ils ont insisté pour qu’elle reste, maintenue fermement au bras par la main d’un des jeunes.
Ils ont ensuite retourné mister banc de façon qu’elle ait le dos appuyé au mur. Elle m’a raconté qu’elle avait essayé de croiser les jambes mais qu’un des jeunes, assez vif d’esprit, a posé rapidement la main sur mister genou pour l’empêcher de changer de position, et elle m’a avoué trembler de peur devant l’incertitude de leurs intentions. Les compliments ont continué à pleuvoir et les jeunes refermaient de plus en plus le cercle autour d’elle. Le bar était encore plein, et principalement des hommes. Ils ont commencé à lui poser des questions indiscrètes. Elle leur avoua qu’elle était mariée. L’un des jeunes lui a avoué qu’il préférait les femmes mariées parce qu’elles avaient plus d’expérience.
Au même moment, elle a senti une main se poser sur mister épaule et la caresser. Elle sentit la pointe de ses seins durcir, pas par l’excitation, mais par sa gêne et mister impuissance. Les quatre gars formaient un cercle très serré, empêchant les autres gens du bar de la voir. Sans avertir, un des jeunes qui se tenait devant elle vint appuyer mister genou entre les siens, poussant avec insistance pour faire ouvrir ses cuisses. Il l’a regardée en riant, la traitant de farouche et de pute. Un de ses comparses lui est venu en aide, posant une main à l’intérieur de ses genoux pour les écarter légèrement, juste pour donner le temps à l’autre d’introduire sa jambe pour la maintenir légèrement écartelée. Ils pouvaient ainsi voir la bosse que formaient ses lèvres dans sa petite culotte semi transparente. Elle m’a dit qu’à ce moment elle a eu le souffle coupé, qu’elle avait peine à respirer et que mister cœur battait à fond de train.
Un autre des jeunes a posé une main sur sa cuisse et a commencé à la caresser. Elle m’a avoué ne plus savoir quoi faire et qu’elle était complètement paralysée par la peur. Elle ne pouvait rien faire d’autre que regarder le jeune dans les yeux et le sentir remonter dangereusement sur sa cuisse. Un autre a placé sa main sur mister autre bras, la caressant de haut en bas en effleurant mister sein au passage. La main sur sa cuisse continuait de progresser et les doigts du jeune mistert venus effleurer ses lèvres.
Nathalie m’a regardé, surprise de mon attitude et s’est vite rendu compte que cette histoire m’excitait au lieu de me fâcher. Elle m’a regardé dans les yeux, me demandant si j’étais sérieux, si vraiment ce qu’elle me racontait m’excitait à ce point. Je lui ai tout simplement répondu par un léger sourire, confirmant le tout et je lui ai demandé de continuer. Elle a continué à me regarder, accompagnant ce moment d’un long silence, ce qui me laissait craindre qu’elle soit choquée de mon attitude. Heureusement, elle à continué à me raconter.
Elle m’a avoué que ce soir-là elle ne portait pas de soutien-gorge et que la camisole, malgré l’épaisseur du tissu, dessinait aisément ses mamelons durcis, ce qui avait l’air de plaire aux jeunes, et l’un d’eux de faire remarquer aux autres qu’ils avaient l’air de l’exciter. Une autre main s’est posée sur la cuisse opposée et a remonté plus rapidement que la première, pour venir toucher aussi au tissu de sa petite culotte. Elle a senti ses jambes commencer à trembler et les jeunes voyous se régalaient de la voir dans cet état. Elle a senti des doigts entrer sous mister bras et glisser à l’intérieur de la camisole pour s’aventurer jusqu’à mister mamelon que le jeune a commencé à pincer fortement, la traitant de salope et lui disant que les femmes mistert toutes des putes. Devant ce geste, ses deux mains agrippées à mister verre, elle a senti ses cuisses s’écarteler un peu plus.
Le jeune, devant elle, à avancé mister autre jambe, pour la maintenir plus largement. Ensuite, les mains mistert devenues plus aventureuses, pour sentir des doigts glisser sous sa petite culotte. Les deux ravisseurs de mister joli sexe l’ont tripotée pendant un moment, jusqu’à ce que l’un d’eux la pénètre sans délicatesse avec deux doigts en les enfouissant jusqu’à ses jointures, tandis que l’autre s’est acharné sur mister clitoris, le frottant avec rudesse et s’amusant à le pincer entre ses deux doigts. Les deux autres avaient pris possession de ses seins. Nathalie m’a avoué avoir eu trois orgasmes effroyables. Les voyous se mistert remplacés et l’ont tous pénétrée de la même manière, avec cette satisfaction de toucher la zone interdite d’une bourgeoise.
Pendant leurs intrusions, elle m’a dit avoir remarqué un gros homme près de la soixantaine et mister compagnon, un peu plus vieux, chauve et trapu. Ils s’étaient rendu compte de ce qui se passait et ils la regardaient avec un sourire vicieux, jusqu’à ce qu’ils décident de se lever et venir vers elle. Les voyous ont eu une discussion avec le gros qui les a persuadés de lui laisser le territoire. Le gros a discuté avec elle un moment, lui disant que cet endroit était très risqué pour une fille seule. Le trapu a imité les jeunes et a posé une main sur sa cuisse, pendant que le gros la réprimandait. Elle m’a avoué avoir eu vraiment peur des jeunes mais le gros et le trapu était encore moins rassurants, au point de sentir couler quelques larmes sur ses joues. La voir dans cet état n’a pas freiné le trapu qui a glissé sa main sous sa jupe, tiré sur sa culotte pour la faire glisser le long de sa cuisse pour dénuder mister sexe. D’autres clients du bar, trois hommes dans la cinquantaine, regardaient au niveau de ses cuisses et sans gêne, regardaient le trapu la caresser… Les hommes étaient aux premières loges et avaient les yeux grands ouverts, regardant mister sexe gratuitement offert. Elle s’est mise à trembler encore plus en craignant que ces hommes ne viennent se joindre au gros.

Il l’a pénétrée d’abord avec un de ses doigts, court et épais. Il l’a retiré pour le porter à sa bouche et savourer le jus de sa chatte pour ensuite retourner la caresser. Le gros continuait à la réprimander. Elle tremblait de peur mais m’a finalement avoué que cette double sensation de peur et de sexe lui faisait perdre totalement le contrôle de mister corps et elle s’est abandonnée aux deux hommes. Le gros, la voyant complètement figée par la crainte, lui a écartelé les cuisses pour permettre au trapu de la fourrer avec trois de ses gros doigts. Elle me raconte avoir déposé mister verre sur le bar pour s’agripper au bras du vieux, et le sentir lui travailler sa partie intime comme jamais ça ne lui était arrivé. Les trois hommes d’en face regardaient la scène vicieusement et laissaient planer le doute de les voir se lever et venir se servir à leur tour.
Elle a eu un orgasme incroyable avec le trapu qui s’est retiré pour être remplacé par la main du gros qu’elle a regardé s’avancer. Sauf que le trapu s’est rendu compte que les trois hommes regardaient et a fait signe au gros. Il s’est retourné vers la table pour sourire aux hommes, a fait pivoter mister bassin légèrement sur le banc. Elle a fermé les cuisses instinctivement, mais le trapu est venu en aide au gros pour lui écarteler les cuisses et montrer mister sexe aux trois hommes.
Le gros a placé une main derrière sa tête pour l’appuyer sur mister gros ventre, dégageant une odeur peu agréable. Le trapu lui maintenait toujours la cuisse pour que les trois hommes puissent regarder cette jolie partie intime de mister corps. Nathalie m’a décrit comment cette situation lui faisait perdre le contrôle et que le fait d’être en quelque sorte primisternière de ces deux ravisseurs l’avait excitée comme jamais ça ne lui était arrivé au cours de sa vie.
Elle continue mister récit…
Le gros regarde à nouveau les trois hommes et ensuite le trapu puis sa main glisse le long de sa cuisse pour atteindre mister sexe. D’un doigt, il caresse mister clitoris, descend le long de sa fente, écartelant ses lèvres. Elle sent mister sexe se mouiller. Le trapu, avec mister autre main, glisse la bretelle de sa camisole et fait habilement sortir un de ses seins pour le prendre fermement dans sa main épaisse et au passage lui pincer fortement le mamelon pour la faire sursauter. Le gros regarde à nouveau les trois hommes, regroupe ses doigts et commence à les enfouir dans sa petite chatte. Toujours incertaine de ce qui lui arrive, elle regarde les trois hommes, et juste à côté deux autres jeunes se mistert assis sans savoir qu’ils auraient un tel spectacle. Le gros continue de travailler l’ouverture et pénètre aussi loin qu’il le peut, ce qui lui a donné le reflexe de s’agripper au bras qui la pénètre. Ses mains suivent les mouvements du bras dont la main lui pénètre le sexe de longs mouvements langoureux. Elle gémir timidement pour ne pas attirer plus de gens. Le gros accélère ensuite ses mouvements pour un va-et-vient régulier pendant que le trapu lui pince le mamelon à répétition, jusqu’à ce que le gros lui donne un nouvel orgasme, aussi ravageur que les précédents. Il la maintient contre lui, jusqu’à ce qu’elle reprenne un peu ses esprits. Lorsqu’il la libère, elle relève la tête pour voir les deux barmen se délecter de l’avoir vue jouir et voir sa petite chatte dénudée.
Nathalie m’avoue avoir été envahie par une grande gêne et elle s’est empressée de redescendre sa jupe pour cacher mister intimité. Le gros l’a aidée à se relever et, en lui empoignant un sein, l’a invitée à revenir et que, si elle voulait avoir des sensations plus fortes, elle n’avait qu’à revenir le trouver au bar, car ce qu’elle avait vécu ce soir n’était qu’un aperçu que de ce qu’elle pourrait vivre comme expérience.
Elle me raconte avoir ramassé ses affaires et être partie sans se retourner. J’étais sur le cul d’avoir entendu tout ce qui s’est passé ce soir-là et qu’elle n’ait rien dit à mister retour. Elle avait peur de la réaction que j’aurais pu avoir. Elle m’a avoué que la seule à être blâmée était elle parce que quand les jeunes mistert arrivés, elle a été envahie d’abord d’une grande excitation. Elle ne comprend pas ce qui lui arrive, d’être depuis quelques mois excitée de voir ces hommes la désirer autant. Elle me raconte que, depuis que c’est arrivé, elle a sans cesse des rêves étranges où elle se voit primisternière d’hommes étrangers, dans différentes situations.

Comme l’excitation est à mister maximum, je commence à la dévêtir et la retrouve complètement nue sur le fauteuil du salon. Je la regarde et me déshabille aussi. Je la regarde, les pieds remontés sur le fauteuil, je place mes mains sur ses genoux et l’écartèle légèrement en lui disant que je pense à ces hommes qui ont touché à mister joli petit sexe. Je m’agenouille devant elle et pose ma bouche sur ses lèvres. Je promène ma langue dans sa fente et je la vois s’agripper au fauteuil. Je suce mister clitoris un moment, je me relève, j’avance la main et j’enfonce trois de mes doigts dans sa chatte en glissant lentement. Ses mamelons pointent et je l’entends gémir.
Pendant que je la pénètre, toujours avec de légers mouvements, je lui demande quel est le rêve qui l’excite le plus. Elle me dit qu’elle se voit au bar et revoit les trois hommes qui la regardent. Ils la prennent par les bras et lui demandent de sortir avec eux. Il y en a deux qui l’encadrent et un autre derrière elle. Ils marchent un moment dans la rue pour ensuite emprunter une ruelle sombre. Après quelques minutes, ils arrivent face à un vieil atelier de réparation mécanique. Ils la dirigent derrière le garage, ouvrent une porte pour accéder à un escalier qui descend vers un sous-sol. Elle aperçoit de la lumière et entend des voix. Lorsqu’elle arrive en bas de l’escalier s’ouvre à ses yeux une grande pièce avec des murs de ciment, aucune fenêtre. Une forte odeur d’essence est mélangée avec celle d’urine. Ils mistert huit qui s’affairent autour d’une vieille moto et, soudain, les trois hommes derrière elle la poussent vers le milieu de la pièce. Elle voit un plafond sombre d’où pendent plusieurs chaînes, et un fouillis d’outils sur un établi. Ensuite les hommes s’approchent d’elle et elle devient leur proie fraîchement capturée…
Alors je lui demande si elle jouit dans mister rêve, et la réponse est affirmative. Je lui demande si c’est ce rêve qui la hante tant. Elle m’avoue qu’elle n’a que ça en tête depuis des semaines et que dès qu’elle se met en situation elle devient très excitée. Cela peut lui arriver au bureau comme au resto. Elle a constamment des flashes de ce rêve démoniaque. Je continue à la pénétrer de mes doigts et je la sens prête à jouir. Je ralentis mes mouvements et lui demande si elle aimerait vivre mister rêve, ce fantasme qui la hante. Elle m’avoue que, si ça lui arrivait, elle est persuadée qu’elle s’abandonnerait aux mains de ses ravisseurs et qu’elle n’aurait plus le contrôle d’elle même. Elle m’avoue ne pas vouloir retourner dans ce quartier de la ville et espère que ce rêve disparaîtra avec les mois. Je me lève, l’allonge sur le canapé et la baise avec ardeur. Tout en la baisant, je lui chuchote à l’oreille que je ne pense pas que ce rêve disparaîtra.
Quelques semaines plus tard, Nathalie a toujours ce rêve qui la hante et elle ne cesse de se caresser la nuit. Étant aussi excité qu’elle de mister fantasme, il me vient à l’esprit que je pourrais organiser ce scénario. Comme le hasard fait toujours bien les choses, un de ces jours je rencontre un ancien chauffeur de camion avec qui j’ai déjà travaillé il y a quelques années. Sa réputation n’était plus à faire et la rumeur à toujours couru qu’il était un gars qui trempait dans tous les domaines, qu’il valait mieux l’avoir comme ami. Après quelques discussions sur le trottoir, je l’invite à prendre une bière et nous nous retrouvons dans un bar à proximité.
Nous parlons de ce que nous avons fait ces dernières années et, finalement, n’ayant que le fantasme de Nathalie en tête, je commence à lui raconter ce qui lui est arrivé et lui explique qu’elle se caresse la nuit. Je lui décris le fantasme qui la hante. Je deviens soudain très nerveux. Je pense à elle, petite, délicate et d’une féminité à faire bander n’importe qui. J’hésite longuement et finalement l’excitation du moment me dénoue la langue et je lui demande s’il serait prêt à lui faire vivre mister fantasme, à condition que je sois caché quelque part pour voir tout ce qui lui sera fait.
Il me regarde, me donne un morceau de papier où il écrit mister numéro de téléphone et me demande de le rappeler dans une semaine pour me donner rendez-vous avec elle dans un bar et, pendant que j’irai aux toilettes, à mon retour elle ne serait plus là. Je n’aurai qu’à aller les rejoindre…

Tout bon !!
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Being Cuckolded For The First Time


I had attended the Annual Company Christmas dinner & dance on my own for the previous two years. As one of the younger members of our firm I attended all of the company functions to show my enthusiasm and commitment. This year was different though. Six months ago I married a wonderful, attractive, sexy girl and I was proud to have her on my arm at such functions now. Janet worked at the same company I did but in a different department. It was rather a whirlwind romance and we'd both been warned to wait and get to know each other better before taking the plunge, but we were young and impetuous. All in all though it had worked out well. We were deeply in love and in pretty much all areas of our marriage we were very compatible. I guess if I was totally honest, I'd have to admit that I was having trouble satisfying her between the sheets. However, she was very loving and understanding about it and she appreciated the fact that I would eagerly use my lips and tongue to make up for the inadequate performance of my cock. After a couple of months I noticed that Janet's sexual overtures towards me were decreasing and I appreciated that she was probably trying to reduce the pressure on me. What a considerate and loving wife I had.



Anyway, on to the Christmas Dance. I was so proud to have her on my arm that evening, and she looked gorgeous in a slinky, little black evening gown. It would be no exaggeration to say that all the men stared at her through the evening, some more brazenly than others, but I had got used to that during our brief courtship and marriage because she was the sort of woman who did turn heads. So halfway through the evening while I was talking with my department manager it was nothing out of the ordinary to see a man talking to her in the corner of the bar. I was too far away to hear what they were saying of course but I noticed that she was in deep conversation with a smartly dressed, distinguished looking man that I recognized as Baxter Davenport, one of the senior managers in the department where my wife worked. I saw her smile, giggle occasionally, and noticed how she looked at him very attentively. Almost casually, his hand on her shoulder, moving slowly to stroke her neck. She didn't back away. I saw Mr. Davenport lean in close to whisper in her ear. Was it a trick of the angles, a visual illusion? It looked from where I was as though his hand was actually cupping her breast as he whispered his secret message. Then I was distracted by my manager ... some talk about work plans ... all very boring. When I looked back to the bar area she was gone and so was Mr. Davenport. It entered my mind that maybe they left together!



My heart raced. Although I was not the jealous type, it was one thing that men desired my wife and another that someone might actually make out with her. Still, I admit I found it a bit exciting as well as distressing that my new wife might be in the arms of another man. I made my excuses and left the main bar area. Outside there was a short corridor ... men's toilets, women's toilets, and a door marked "Private, Strictly No Admittance". I considered looking in, just to make sure, but I was too timid. After all it could be the banqueting manager's office, and it would have been very embarrassing to burst in on him, especially with that sign on the door. I took a quick look outside. No one there. I had no choice but to return to the main ballroom and wait.



It seemed like an eternity but it was probably only about 40 minutes. Then Mr. Davenport reappeared. My wife was with him, slightly flushed, a strange smile. As I rose he stroked her neck and whispered a parting message. She left his side and walked over to where I stood, waiting. "Where ...?" She put a finger on my lips "Shhhh. You were busy ...Baxter is very ... he is good company ... we went for some air." She kissed me lovingly, our tongues touching softly, and I noticed a new taste. I wanted to ask but I was afraid of the answer, so I just kissed her adoringly and told her how much I love her. She had called him Baxter .... how familiar .... first name terms? How long had she known him? How well did she know him? I noticed him watching us with a smug, condescending smile and I wondered with embarrassment why my cock was so hard.



After he brought her back to the party the rest of the evening was a blur, so many emotions and fears and suspicions. I wanted to ask her, but I was too timid, too afraid of the answer. And anyway, what would I do about it? Make a scene? Of course not. Leave her? Never. And I was still embarrassed and perturbed by the feelings I had, and how hard my cock got as I stood outside that private door, wondering.



As the function began to break up I was saying my good-byes and assumed she was doing likewise. Then I saw her with Mr. Davenport standing by the door, deep in conversation. She was looking at him coyly and giggling. What was he suggesting to her? I found out when I reached her and she told me she had invited him back for takes at our place. My gut tightened especially when she explained the transport arrangements but I just smiled and said politely, "Of course, Mr. Davenport, it will be an honor to have you as a guest in our home.”



As I got in my car and watched her slide into his car, I wondered why I didn't stand up for myself - he could have followed us without getting lost, this wasn't necessary. Somehow I was again jealous but excited as I looked in the rear view mirror and saw my wife slip closer to him on the front seat. The next time I looked back to make certain he was following me I thought I saw her head disappear towards his lap but because of the darkness and his headlights in my rear view mirror I couldn't really be sure. Nevertheless my *** increased, but so did the hardness of my cock and I found myself embarrassed at my reaction to my wife's actions toward this man.



When we arrived home, she kissed me. It was so loving, so erotic, and there was that taste again. I saw him smiling that condescending smile, "Your wife has a very sexy mouth, Rob. You should be proud of the desires that she can stir up in a man. Doesn't she taste delicious?" It was a rhetorical question and so I just nodded my head in agreement. Maybe I should have reacted differently but his voice was so deep and assured, full of confidence, and I was at a loss to know how else to respond. Still I felt very uneasy as he grinned mysteriously and winked at my wife. He sort of gave her a "go-ahead" signal and I felt her hand slide down to my crotch. When she discovered my erection she looked back at him and smiled, "Baxter, you were right, he's erect." I was ashamed not only for having an erection but for not asking what business it was of his and why would he talk to her about such a thing anyway!



My wife asked me to get us all some takes and as I was walking towards our kitchen for glasses and the wine, I heard him tell her to change into something "more comfortable". I wanted to object, end all this, but I was afraid. Of what I don't know. Too timid to make a scene? Afraid of upsetting my lovely wife? Perhaps. Afraid of incurring the wrath of this assertive, authoritative man who was not only physically larger but also seemed to have a psychological hold over me as well? Maybe that too. And I also felt this powerful cocktail of emotions - great jealousy but at the same time arousal - and I didn't know how to handle it.