les histoires de chrislebo

Nathan reached his hands up to rub his tired face and felt his cool and somewhat dry cum still there, over one of his eyes, on his mustache and in his beard. He even felt some in his hair and on the ground beneath his head. The memories of how it had gotten there seemed to urge Nathan and his surprisingly still hungry hole on and he soon found himself actually using his hand to better position the dildo. He could feel an itch tingling it's way over his prostate, it was annoying and biting and he assumed this must have been what had caused his subconscious to feel the need to fuck his hole once again. As it was the itch was already causing his conscious mind to feel the same. It started as a mummer in the dawn of his reawakening and grew more and more as he woke to the world around him. His manipulations of the dildo proved to be a great way to quiet the itch. Every rub of the long shaft over his prostate caused the incessant nagging to diminish ever so slightly and a small ripple of pleasure to replace its sting.

Nothing Nathan could remember had ever affected him in this way. The itch, the unyielding hunger, the ease at which he gave into both was completely new to him yet somehow, strangely, they seemed familiar. As though they were merely amplifications of the hornieness he'd always felt. He was amazed that only a short period after having had two orgasms here he was, awakened by his own sexual need and a terrible itch that wanted scratching. In the past Nathan had observed that even at his horniest there was only so much fucking his ass could take, yet now for no reamister it seemed to be demanding that he give it more then it'd ever had. Nathans grunting resumed as both of his hands found themselves down beneath his ass holding the base of the dildo while he lifted himself up and lowered himself back down with his legs. He groaned as the cock slid out of him and moaned as it pushed back in. He found the pleasure of relieving the itch almost seemed comparable to the pleasure of stimulating his prostate and once again, it seemed that doing either was causing his cock to produce another river of seminal fluids. Quickly he found himself lost in the act of fucking his hole with the large black latex cock, his mind concentrating on all of the wonderful feelings emanating from his bowels. His prostate was sensitive now and fully alive; his cock felt as though it were being massaged from behind its base and his hole tingled as he pounded the full length of the cock in and out of it.

Every movement felt the itch subside just a slight bit and Nathans pleasure increased with it. His thrusts had started slow and stayed that way the entire time. The full length of the cock pulling all the way out till the head rested just inside Nathans well worked hole then sliding back in at a slow and steady pace. Every time the cock worked its way out Nathan felt himself filling with a slight and almost unnoticeable dread, regret that so much of him was empty and as he was again filled with the black latex he felt it subside, replaced by joy and relaxing contentment. There the itch lessened and the pleasure grew, his cock drooled and his mouth moaned. The act was primal, passionate and though Nathan barely realized it, growing in violence. He slammed his ass down on the thick cock and slowly rose himself off, and then slammed himself back down again and again until finally it seemed he had fully scratched the itch and all he felt was pleasure.

He collapsed in a puddle of old and stale seminal fluids converging with newly spilt clear liquids. He was panting and breathing hard, drool was collecting at the edges of his crooked smile and Nathan could feel himself shaking from the activity. He was happy and content, the itch was gone and he was stuffed full. Though he had not reached another orgasm he somehow felt that familiar relax that came with one edging its way across his mind. In his head was a clear image of his bed and nothing else. He got up with a grunt of pain as his body came into reality. He realized his thighs, arms, stomach and back were all somewhat sore. He was sticky in places he didn't think he should have been and he could feel the dildo in his ass threatening to slide its way out. The last feeling caused a small wave of fear to momentarily take control of his body and he felt more then commanded one of his hands to quickly catch the base of the dildo and hold it in place.

The feelings of fear didn't subside with that however, and Nathan found himself paused upright before the box wondering in despair what he should do to save himself the agony of heading to bed empty. This was a very odd state for him to be in, despite the fact that his libido seemed to be higher then it had ever been, even in his teen years, he had never felt such strong emotions over not having his ass filled. Granted he'd often fantasized about different scenarios where he was filled for extended periods of time, however once he came those thoughts were usually pushed to the back and all he wanted to do was curl up and go to bed, without any fear or regret over doing so empty. Yet here he was examining the items still within the box and feeling an undoubtable knowledge that there was no way he could do so tonight. He needed to keep something in his ass. There was no apparent reamister, yet he seemed to need it as much as he needed to breathe.

So it was, with one hand still holding the base of the dildo in his ass to keep it from slipping out, he leaned into the box with the other hand and began digging through the butt plugs therein. He pulled out what he felt was the smallest of them, though he didn't feel entirely sure about that summation of measurement as the thing was still slightly larger then his own hand, and examined it for a moment. It was more then just a simple butt plug, as his initial hands off examination had led him to believe, rather this butt plug seemed to have a button on its base. Nathan assumed this would activate some sort of vibrator within the butt plug which, if the itch were to return, he imagined could come in handy. He also noticed that same latex covered musky scent emanating from the anal probe and he happily snorted it through his nostrils before he went to work replacing the dildo in his ass with it.

It was a slight ordeal at first, figuring out how to keep the dildo in place while he removed the butt plugs shrink wrap, lubed it up, and then got it securely in place, but Nathan figured it out quickly, none the less, and had himself satisfiably filled it seemed. He was surprised at how much panic he'd felt when he'd gotten the dildo all the way out and how his mind had mulled over whether or not the plug would be enough or if, rather, he should find someway to secure the dildo within himself. Thankfully the panic had driven him to make his decision quickly and he found as the plug touched his hole he immediately began to calm down and as he pushed it deeper inside himself he knew it would definitely suit his empty hunger for a while at least. That's when he noticed his computer was still on, with the website of the dildos manufacturer still up and the music still playing from the speakers. He felt it sort of strange that he hadn't noticed the entire time that he'd been fucking himself with wild passion; however he pushed off this curiosity easily as relax was still calling out to him, much as the box had and he turned off the computer followed by the lights and headed toward bed. He didn't even bother to clean his fluids from the floor or stop in his bathroom to wash them from his face. He just wandered down the hall, concentrating on the feeling of the plug moving within his ass with each step until he landed on his bed and almost immediately fell right to relax once again.

Nathans eyes shot open as he was suddenly jarred from a deep relax by the blaring ring of his telephone. He wasn't scared or frightened, he was simply, immediately awake. The first thing he noticed, beyond the loud phone chime screaming at him from his living-room, was a stuffed full sensation within his ass and the undeniable existence of an itch just outside of it's reach. The second thing he noticed was that the plug causing that full sensation within his gut seemed to be so large it was also pressing slightly against his bladder, which itself seemed to feel a different kind of full. The ringing of the phone left him with a feeling of urgency that didn't allow him to dwell too much on either fullness as he leaped from his sheets and covers to go answer the shrieking device.

Nathan noticed almost immediately upon walking that the simple act seemed to scratch at that itch deep within his gut. The movement of the plug somehow caused the feeling to subside ever so slightly and the moment Nathan stopped moving to answer the phone it seemed to start growing quickly again. He lifted the receiver to his head and greeted the permister on the other end.

"Hello?" he croaked past his dry throat.

"Good morning, this is Mr. Nathan Edward Keen correct?" a deep and gruff mans voice came through the phone.

"Yes, that's correct, this is he, may I ask whom is calling?" he replied with his voice coming back to him.

"Hello Mr. Keen, this is Steve Decland with S.I.N. Tech, I'm calling in regards to your recent inquiry about a miss-delivered package?" The man said in a rather professional and courteous manner.

Despite the comfortable tone of Steve Declands voice or the professional phrasing he put on the situation, with a butt plug from the 'miss delivered' package shoved in his ass and an undeniable itch growing within his bowls Nathan found himself feeling somewhat anxious all of a sudden "Yes, um, yeah, I uh, received a rather large box with a, well, a good deal of your product that I know I didn't order in it." he stammered in response.

Though, if Steve had noticed his nervousness he never gave it away to Nathan as he went over Nathans name, address, phone number and even his date of birth. All of which were completely accurate in S.I.N. Techs computers according to Steve. Nathan asked about the sender's information and Steve immediately explained that even he didn't have access to that information however they were able to check the last four digits of the card used for the purchase, none of which matched any of Nathans.

"In fact," Steve declared "Everything on our systems indicates that, with the information you provided, the package was delivered correctly Mr. Keen. I'd say you should count your self lucky for having a generous secret admirer."

Nathan wasn't sure how to respond at first. He was completely awe struck at the idea that some mysterious permister had purchased an obviously pricey amount of sex toys for him. He was even more astonished that he indeed got to keep the toys and had no reamister to continue feeling any guilt over having already opened and used a few of the items. As he realized this freedom he also realized the insatiable itch that had been growing in his ass had seemed to reach a level that kept it from being as easily ignored as it had been until now. Its urgency was starting to bite away at the foreground of Nathans thoughts; it took Steve a couple of tries to get Nathans attention once again.

"Mr. Keen? Nathan? Is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Keen?" Nathan heard Steve's voice as it broke through his concentration on the itch within his bowels.

It seemed like a really good question to Nathan, there were in fact several things he could think of at the moment that a man with a voice like Steve's could help him with, the itch being the most prevalent. Nathan cleared his throat in an attempt to also clear his mind before he finally spoke, "Uh well, actually, I did sort of have a question about a reaction I might be having, to uh, to the products I received." He was surprised he'd actually managed to admit the thought in one try. He found himself feeling nervous over asking and admitting that he'd already opened and used some of the products, which Steve seemed to pick up on right away.

"Mr. Keen, many of our customers find our products irresistible to use, there's no need to feel ashamed at having already enjoyed them. Tell me more about this reaction you seem to be having?" he said with a slight lilt of humor in his voice, though to Nathan, the growing itch was starting to seem less then funny.

"Well, you see, I've been feeling this itch ever since I uh, started using your products last night." Nathan nervously said, it seemed as though talking about it made the itch grow even more, he could feel himself wriggling about, standing naked in his living room holding the phone. The butt plug in his ass matched his movements and he felt a small nearly inaudible moan pass his lips as it barely touched the place inside him where the itch seemed to be growing.

"Oh I see Mr. Keen. An itch you say? And where exactly is this itch Mr. Keen?" Steve asked, his tone seeming to hide some deeper meaning.

"It's, um, it's in my anus, up by my prostate." Nathan replied while he let his hand guide itself to the base of the plug so it could move it around inside of him and hopefully scratch that itch just a little better. His cock had grown to its full hardness as the itch had grown and was now starting to drip small drops of pre cum as Nathan manipulated the plug. He tried to keep his breathing from being audible over the phone and his want to moan from escaping his lips.

"That's a perfectly normal reaction to the combination of toys you were shipped Mr. Keen. Rest assured that everything is working properly and just remember to only use the lubricant provided with the rest of the products you received, if you'd like I can put you on hold to speak with someone who can explain this more thoroughly Mr. Keen?" Steve responded, seeming to chuckle here and there as Nathan let a small gasp or a light groan escape from his throat.

Nathan could barely concentrate on the conversation as his hand moved the plug about in his ass, the itch kept growing and growing and the plug was only just touching the spot where the itch seemed to be growing from. His cock was throbbing more and more as he worked the plug around and his body was starting to show the slightest sheen of sweat. He blindly agreed to whatever Steve had asked him and quickly heard the familiar music from the company's website which he'd visited the night before. As he listened to the music his hand, still fidgeting with the plug, found the button at the base which he'd noticed when he'd inserted it. He smiled to himself as he pushed it hoping that it would bring him some peace from the nagging itch deep within his gut.

Nathan nearly dropped the phone as the plug within his ass came to life. He'd been expecting vibrations, the familiar buzz most toys with switches came to offer, but what he experienced was entirely new to him from the world of sex toys. The plug seemed to be pulsing and writhing inside of his ass. Somehow it was throbbing and extending in a rhythmic motion. Nathan could feel its girth swell, and as it decreased again, it seemed to grow longer. It was definitely getting much deeper into the itch within his ass, which brought him immense joy, but the plug also seemed to be fucking him in a strange way. It wasn't a quick fuck either, it was very slow, the girth would expand like a breath of air in and then it would decrease in thickness at the same rate. Filling Nathan up one way before it began filling him up in another. Nathan fought to regain his composure but instead found him self bucking the air in time with the throbbing plug in his ass. He was lost in the pleasure he was feeling, the itch being only partially sated it now seemed a lot more tolerable. It still nagged at him but the pleasure he was feeling over rode it as the most important feeling in his brain. He held the phone tightly to his ear as he thrust his hips forward and back, pre cum dangling in the air from the tip of his dick as he did so.

The music clicked off and another deep male voice came on "Hello Nathan, are you still there?"

Nathan couldn't help but moan as he opened his mouth to respond in the affirmative, the voice at the other end didn't seem to need to hear the actual word though as it continued with a laugh "Good boy Nathan, I see you've found our products to be most satisfying. May I ask Nathan, which product are you using at the moment?"

Nathan groaned once more as his mouth opened, his breathing was quick and made speaking difficult as did the pulsing of the plug inside of him. He found the words he spoke came out one by one, each preceding a moan or a gasp "Butt, ooh, plug, aah, throbbing, ugh." The man on the phone laughed rather bluntly as Nathan pushed out the words, which stopped him from wanting to continue.

"Good boy Nathan, I'm sure that's helping you with your little itching problem, but I bet it isn't really scratching that itch properly is it Nathan?" The man asked, to which the only response he received was a somewhat ***d moan from Nathan. It seemed every time the man said the word itch or scratch, the itch grew a bit fiercer. He continued "No, it wouldn't. See the butt plugs are each designed to help with the itch but they can not ever fully replace a good deep dicking, and that's what the dildos are for, you know if an actual dick isn't readily available." The man laughed at his own joke and gave Nathan no time to question his words "Don't worry though, we'll be sending someone by soon to help you out with your little problem, you should just lay back and enjoy your gifts until then." The phone clicked and Nathan heard no more.

Nathan dropped the phone and felt himself fall to his knees. He couldn't really think very clearly on what had been said to him on the phone. He knew somewhere in his mind that something about all of this was wrong, something about the itch and the way he was responding to it, something about what the man had said, but as he thought about it all he could really remember the man saying was that he should lay back and enjoy his gifts. It was the most tempting offer he could remember getting all morning and he did exactly that. He shifted his weight off of his legs and for a moment sat himself down on the plug in his ass, the feeling of it being pushed so deeply inside of him was overwhelming and he immediately rolled onto his back with a loud moan and a fit of numerous thrusts.

It seemed as though, at some point, the throbbing plug inside of Nathans ass had picked up pace, it's slow rhythmic movements increased in speed and Nathan found himself rolling about in many directions on his floor. His cock was once again drooling pre cum like a faucet and he felt like he was on the very brink of an orgasm. However he could tell, and the itch inside of him made it even more clear, that the plug itself probably wouldn't bring him over the edge. The animated probe continued picking up speed and continued keeping Nathan on the verge but it would not push him to the brink of orgasm. He wanted to get up and take the plug out, if not to stop the near maddening pleasure then to stop the equally maddening itch with one of the dildos. He wanted to do this very badly yet it seemed he couldn't stop himself from reeling in the pleasures he was receiving long enough to move.

As he lay there writhing about on the floor, sweating and leaking seminal fluids, he heard his front door click open. His heart skipped a beat for a moment as he contorted his head to see whom was coming through the door way. Much to his offense he found that even with the degrading circumstance of some unannounced stranger walking in on him in the throes of such passion he still could not stop himself from riding on the waves of ecstasy. A large barrel chested man Nathan could not remember ever seeing came into view as the door shut behind him. His piercing blue eyes shone behind a smile which itself was hidden slightly by a full black beard. The man wore a dingy cap a sweat stained and unbuttoned work shirt which revealed an equally stained tank top and denim work jeans which showed off a rather well mounded and somewhat moist looking crotch. Nathans eyes locked onto that crotch and though somewhere in the back of his head the prospect of such a dirty package grossed him out, all he wanted was to see what the jeans were hiding.

The man didn't say a word as he came toward Nathans writhing and blissfully bound body though his grin never wavered and a small chuckle or two did escape his throat. He produced a length of rope from somewhere behind him and came to Nathans side. Nathans arms were pinning themselves to the floor at his sides, gripping the ground as his legs lifted and bucked his waist. The man kneeled down and powerfully lifted the limbs which it seemed were no longer under Nathans control and used the leverage they gave him to turn Nathan over onto his stomach. Nathan couldn't stop the bucking as this happened and had no control over his cock as it painfully stabbed against the hard floor beneath him a couple of times before finally sliding around in a puddle of it's own drool. This brought new fervor to Nathans humping which seemed to amuse the stranger further as he took Nathans arms and tied them behind his back. The man adjusted himself and put a hand on Nathans ass, his hand raised momentarily and Nathan had but a second to wonder what had happened to it before it came slamming back down on his cheeks. He cried out on pain and pleasure as the sting rose in his flesh and the plug bounced deep within his gut. The man repeated this spanking ten more times in quick succession, each causing Nathan to moan and buck back and forth with the hard smacks. When the man finally stopped he reached his hand between Nathans legs and gruffly took hold of his cock, pressed between the floor and Nathans own belly in a pool of pre cum and he pulled it down so Nathan could no longer hump it as he had been.

His deep voice remisterated in Nathans ears as he said "We'll have none of that naughty boy, that won't help your scratch that itch anyway." With that the man stood up and left Nathan tied there still unable to control his writhing body with his wrists tied behind his back and his cock painfully contorted away from any pleasurable position. It wasn't long before the man returned however with several pillows from Nathans bedroom which he then used to prop Nathans body in a more vulnerable position. Soon Nathans ass was pointing high into the air propped up by several pillows and his face was pressed hard against another. The mans hand found it's way to the butt plug buried in Nathans ass and it began pushing it ever so slightly in and out of Nathans hole while it's speedy throbbing and pulsing continued. Nathan grunted and moaned loudly into the pillow and the man spoke to him with his deep soothing voice.

"That's right boy, enjoy your self while I play with your fuck hole. Relax and just let your self feel how good it is to have your boy cunt played with by a big man like myself. You really seem to love it when a man fucks your hole like this." To emphasize his words he began pulling the plug out just a bit more then he had been before he let it slide back in. It was almost too much for Nathan to take and he wanted desperately to feel his body give in to the manipulations and let him ejaculate, yet, somehow he knew with nothing more then the plug in his ass that would be entirely impossible. The more the man played with the plug in his ass, the hungrier his ass seemed to feel and the worse the itch seemed to get. The plug was no longer biding the nagging bite and it was sending Nathan into a frenzy. His ass bucked back on the plug every time the man withdrew the small portion of it and he continued to buck into the plug again when the man drove it home trying to get as much of the plug inside of him as possible. It wasn't long before Nathan found himself begging the stranger to fuck his hole with his cock.

"Please Mr., please, you've got to help me out, I need it so badly, please help me!" He cried out in a quick stream of words between moans.

The man laughed and responded with "Aww gee boy, help you out with what exactly?" He was determined to enjoy this as much as possible as he watched Nathans body fight to fill itself up. Just for good measure the man pushed the button on the base of the plug, suddenly bringing a halt to its pulsing and throbbing.

Nathan almost screamed in despair as he felt the sensations suddenly die out in his ass and instead found himself pleading even harder for exactly what he wanted, he even found himself using the strangers own words in hopes that it would coerce him to give Nathan what he so desperately needed as quickly as possible. "Please Sir! Please fuck my boy cunt! Please! I need it so bad, it itches, Please use my fuck hole now!"

The man chuckled and said "Really? You want me to fuck your boy cunt with my big cock boy?"

Nathan nearly screamed "Yes Sir! Please Sir! Fuck my boy cunt!"

"You want me to pound your bitch hole and make you cum like the little ass slut that you are boy?" The man sneered past his grin and he let his hand pat lightly at the plug in Nathans hole.

The teasing only egged Nathan on as he tried to push against the patting hand and he repeated the mans taunts "Yes, please pound my bitch hole, use me like the little ass slut I am, fuck me with your big cock, please fuck me, please!" Nathan couldn't really remember a time he'd ever truly begged and pleaded with a man for his cock and meant it as much as he did now. The more he asked for it and the more the man goaded him to continue the more the itch grew and the emptier he felt even with the plug still in place.

The man finally maneuvered himself between Nathans legs and began to slowly pull out the butt plug. Nathan almost started to beg the man to stop as he felt the now familiar sense of dread start to come over him as the plug was removed. He stopped himself just short of doing so and had to continue out of fear that he would have to beg the man all over again. Soon enough however the plug was out and Nathan felt ever emptier for it. Much to his horror the man stood up and, being outside of Nathans vision, Nathan fell into a momentary state of panic wondering where the men could be going. He felt silly for having done so the moment he heard the sound of a belt clanging to the floor behind him and the man resumed his position, now presumably nude from the waist down.

Nathan gasped and groaned as he felt lube drip into his crack and pool around his hole, he did so again as he felt the mans seemingly huge cock begin to rub itself up and down the crack. The motions were much like the slow tantalizing feeling Nathan had given himself the night before, and also similarly, Nathan found himself wracked with pleasure and excitement by the act. He was now in a state of growing bliss as he knew he would soon finally be fucked. The head of the mans cock made several passes in the pooled lubricant before it finally made the first thrust at Nathans well stretched hole. The man moaned as he felt his entrance begin and soothed Nathan with words of how great his bitch cunt felt on the mans cock. The man slowly pushed himself into Nathans ass little by little and Nathan let out a low, primal growl as he felt the itch finally being touched.

The man proceeded to fuck Nathan for what felt like a good hour, he was very slow about it, going in as deeply as he could and nuzzling there for a moment as if he were trying to get in just a slight bit more, then pulling himself out all the way, applying more lubricant, and going in again. Nathan lay there, his drooling face in a pillow and his ass up in the air, his cock also drooling on the pillows beneath it though any want to stimulate it gone completely from Nathans mind. The entire time Nathan could feel his orgasm building as slowly as the mans thrusts would allow, until finally Nathans body began to shudder beneath the man and Nathans cum pushed its way out of his cock head. The man cooed into Nathans ear that Nathan was a good boy for having cum from being fucked by a man like he had. The man kept his steady thrusting up as he cupped one of his hands below Nathans spewing cock and caught each glob of cum he pushed out with his own cock in Nathans ass. The mans hand stayed there as his pace picked up ever so slightly, several thrusts later and he too was cumming deep inside of Nathans ass, pumping his own seed into the well worked hole.

The man let his weight relax against Nathans ass as he enjoyed the ecstasy of his own orgasm. Nathan found that while his head was swimming with pure delight he knew he still hadn't had a fully satisfying orgasm, yet knowing that miraculously, sometime during his fucking, the itch had subsided and he was once again free of its mind numbing bite he didn't seem to mind. In fact he felt entirely content just lying there, spent, beneath the stranger whom had so helpfully obliged him in his time of need. As the stranger got up and began removing himself Nathan found he barely even had the energy to beg him not too. The despair of being empty was still as strong as it had seemed to be since he'd gotten the first dildo inside of him and the man seemed to understand exactly what Nathan was trying to mumble past his groggy mind, yet he still removed his cock from Nathans ass. He came around to Nathans front and wiped the juices from his cock off onto Nathans hair.

As he finished cleaning his cock, he took the load of Nathans own spunk that he'd caught in his hand and rubbed it over Nathans face and mouth and then he began lifting his pants back up as he explained "Don't worry bitch boy, I won't leave you empty like that, in fact I plan to leave you well stuffed and ready for the next cock you'll be getting." He walked around toward the front door through which he'd come in and Nathan could hear him unzip a bag he must have brought in with him. A few clanks could be heard as the man wrestled something from the bag and came to stand back behind Nathan, for a moment Nathans waist was lifted off of its pillow pedestal and laid back down on what felt like cold soft straps. The man led a couple of those straps around Nathans waist and secured them tightly. Next he picked up the larger of the two dildos Nathan had left on the floor the night before and began sliding it into Nathans still waiting hole. Nathan could feel the copious amounts of lubricant that had been applied to it before its reentry which made the entire process very easy. Within minutes Nathans ass was once again stuffed to its fullest and Nathan was groaning and smiling about the entire experience. Nathan felt a couple more straps being pulled around either side of his crotch and up between his ass cheeks. There was some fiddling around the base of the dildo and soon Nathan could feel, as the straps were put securely in place, so was the dildo. Nathan heard the familiar click of a lock and his heart rate sped up just a bit. Then the man took a hold of Nathans cock and balls and roughly guided what felt like a tight cock ring over them both, this was followed by some sort of solid hallow shaft over his cock alone. Seconds later, another lock was heard clicking shut. Nathan knew without a doubt he had been successfully locked into chastity device as well as a belt designed to keep the large dildo inside of him. The man untied the rope from Nathans arms, leaving him laying on his back locked up and walked out the door without another word.

Ma femme et mister patron


Je vais vous raconter une histoire qui s’est passée il y a quelques années.
Ayant été muté dans la région charentaise, mon épouse, de peur de s’ennuyer dans cette région inconnue, avait tenu à trouver un emploi.
Ma femme Bernadette, petite jeune femme blonde, 1m54 pour 46 kilos, sa façon assez sexy de s’habiller, on lui donnait cinq ou six ans de moins, avec sa coiffure en queue de cheval, on aurait dit une jeune étudiante.
Secrétaire de formation, il lui avait été facile de trouver ce dont elle cherchait, dans une importante entreprise de secrétariat, elles étaient plus de vingt employées.
Nous avions aménagé dans un charmant pavillon, le travail plaisait à mon épouse, tout se passait pour le meilleur du monde.

Cela faisait environ trois mois que nous avions aménagé, quand Bernadette me téléphone un vendredi après-midi, me disant qu’elle rentrerait plus tard que prévu, car mister patron lui avait demandé de rester, pour taper du courrier, car sa secrétaire était malade.
Au lieu de rentrer à dix huit heures, elle n’arriva que vers vingt heures trente, elle paraissait soucieuse et contrariée, elle avait sa tête des mauvais jours, je lui demandais si elle avait eu des ennuis, elle me répondit qu’elle m’expliquerait plus tard.
Le dîner, et la soirée devant la télé passèrent sans qu’elle ne m’adresse la parole, je voyais bien qu’il y avait un problème.
Nous nous couchâmes de bonne heure, quand elle me rejoignit, elle vint se blottir contre moi, j’en profitais pour lui demander qu’est ce qui n’allait pas.
Elle me raconta que quand elle eut fini de taper le courrier, mister patron, la félicita pour mister intégration au sein de l’entreprise, il lui dit tout le bien qu’il pensait d’elle, il lui dit qu’il voulait créer un poste de responsable des secrétaires et qu’il avait pensé à elle.
Ce poste à responsabilité, consistait à distribuer le travail, et à gérer les secrétaires, bien sûr mister salaire serait doublé, mon épouse me dit qu’elle était très flattée.
Mais ce qui l’avait contrariée, c’est que mister patron que nous appellerons Gérard l’avait félicitée pour sa beauté, elle l’attirait et il souhaitait dit-il mieux la connaître, en clair il lui avait fait comprendre qu’il lui donnait ce poste mais qu’il fallait qu’elle couche avec lui.
Ma femme lui avait répondu qu’elle était mariée, et ne voulait pas tromper mister mari, il lui répondit que lui aussi était marié et aimait mister épouse, et lui demanda de réfléchir à la proposition qu’il lui avait faite.
Gérard était selon les dires de mon épouse un bel homme de cinquante cinq ans, très attirant, qui faisait bien moins que mister âge.
Elle me regarda, d’un air interrogateur, s’il te plait pourquoi pas lui dis-je !
S’il te plait et si tu souhaites ce poste, moi je suis d’accord, à condition que j’assiste à cette soirée, caché bien sûr.
Je dis à ma femme que s’il lui en reparlait, elle lui dise qu’elle a réfléchi et accepte à condition que cela se fasse chez elle en prétextant que je suis absent pour mon travail durant les trois jours prochains.

La semaine se passe, ma femme sur mes conseils se fait, tous les jours, plus sexy, jupe ou robe très courte, petit haut assez coquin mettant en valeur sa petite mais très jolie poitrine.
Le vendredi après-midi elle me téléphone pour me dire qu’elle rentrera plus tard, car elle a le courrier de mister patron à taper, à toi de jouer lui dis-je.
Le soir elle rentre vers vingt heures d’excellente humeur, je vois tout de suite que ça a marché.
Il est d’accord pour que ça se passe à la maimister, rendez-vous est pris le mardi soir à vingt heures.
Le week-end j’aménage un poste d’observation dans les combles de la maimister, avec vue sur la salle à manger et sur la chambre, nous décidons que je filmerais cette soirée.
Le mardi arrive, je sens Bernadette à la fois très nerveuse et très excitée à l’approche de cette soirée, elle hésite à la façon de s’habiller.
Sur mes conseils, elle mettra une jupe noire légère et très courte, un petit haut noir en dentelle ajourée, comme sous-vêtement elle mettra un ensemble rouge en dentelle : string et soutien-gorge à balconnet que je lui ai offert pour mister dernier anniversaire.
Elle attache ses cheveux en queue de cheval avec un petit nœud noir.

Il est dix neuf heures quarante cinq, je rejoins mon poste d’observation en donnant un petit baiser à ma femme pour lui donner du courage, j’ai l’impression de la donner en pâture !
Je suis tout juste installé, quand la misternerie de la porte d’entrée retentit.
Je retiens mon souffle, et vois apparaître un bel homme environ un mètre quatre vingt pour quatre vingts kilos, effectivement il ne fait pas mister âge, il tend un bouquet de fleurs à mon épouse tout en la regardant avec insistance, elle le fait asseoir sur le canapé du salon pendant qu’elle met les fleurs dans un vase.
Elle le rejoint avec une bouteille de champagne et deux coupes, Bernadette est placée en face de mister futur amant, ils discutent tout en buvant.

Au bout d’un moment et comme nous l’avions prévu, Bernadette se lève pour mettre un peu de musique légère, pour couvrir le léger bruit du magnétoscope.
Nous avons choisi des slows pour lancer la soirée, ce qui ne tarde pas, Gérard se lève et invite Bernadette à danser.
Aussitôt, il enlace sa partenaire qui vient se blottir au creux de mister épaule, ils mistert littéralement collés l’un à l’autre, Gérard caresse le dos et descend rapidement vers les fesses de mon épouse, la jupe est maintenant relevée et ils s’embrassent à pleine bouche.
Le petit haut est rapidement enlevé, ses petits seins en forme de poire mistert libérés et bien dressés, Gérard est tout de suite en admiration devant cette si attirante poitrine, il saisit un à un ses seins en les malaxant, en les suçant et en mordillant les tétons bien dressés qui sous l’effet d’un tel traitement ont doublé de volume.

Mon épouse est maintenant pratiquement nue, elle en profite pour prendre mister amant par la main et l’entrainer vers la chambre à coucher.
Elle finit de se dévêtir et s’étend sur le lit, pendant que mister partenaire se déshabille, lorsqu’il baisse mister short, il laisse échapper un sexe bien raide mais surtout assez long et bien épais, à sa vue Bernadette fait une petite grimace.
Gérard rejoint sa partenaire sur le lit, il s’embrasse tout en se caressant, il descend jusqu’à mister entrecuisse qu’elle a écarté au maximum, il la pénètre avec un doigt qu’il fait coulisser dans l’intimité de Bernadette qui, sous l’effet du traitement, se tortille en poussant de petits cris.
Je vois ses doigts emplis de mouille sortir et laisser la place à sa bouche qu’il plaque sur le sexe de mon épouse, il maltraite mister clitoris en l’aspirant et en le mordillant ce qui ne laisse pas insensible ma chérie qui se tord en tous sens en enserrant la tête de mister amant et en ayant mister premier orgasme, la langue de Gérard pénètre profondément la vulve de Bernadette à la rencontre de cette mouille qu’elle sécrète abondamment quand elle jouit.

Mon épouse est maintenant bien relâchée, ses cuisses bien écartées, sa chatte luisante, Gérard profite de cet instant pour présenter mister sexe impressionnant à l’entrée de l’intimité étroite de ma femme.
Je vois ce gland écarter les chairs intimes tout en se frayant un passage vers cet antre du plaisir.
Je suis très excité et à la fois je regrette d’avoir accepté, mais l’excitation de voir ma femme se faire prendre sous mes yeux l’emporte.
Son sexe est maintenant bien planté et coulisse lentement provoquant quelques petit cris de plaisir de la part de Bernadette.
Après l’avoir bien limée, il retire cette queue luisante de plaisir pour la faire mettre en position de levrette, position que mon épouse affectionne car, dit elle, la pénétration est plus profonde, je pense qu’elle va être servie !
Il la pistonne pendant un bon moment, à un rythme assez soutenu, mister pieu la pénètre profondément, il doit venir buter au fond de mister minou, aux cris qu’elle laisse échapper, laissent présager un orgasme assez violent qui comme prévu ne tarde pas.

Du haut de mon poste, je peux observer le petit cul de mon épouse qui se trémousse sous les assauts répétés de mister patron, mister petit trou parait lui aussi bien accueillant ce qui n’échappe pas à Gérard.
Il faut dire que mon épouse est une adepte de la sodomie, je lui ai acheté plusieurs godes, dont des plug assez imposants, sur lesquels elle s’assoit pour se pénétrer, simultanément elle s’astique mister petit bouton pour arriver facilement à l’orgasme.
Je suis assez souvent absent pour mon travail et ainsi elle peut se donner du plaisir.
Gérard pénètre avec mister doigt l’anus de ma femme, il coulisse assez librement laissant échapper quelques râles de plaisir à sa partenaire, désireuse d’aller plus loin, et craignant d’avoir mal, elle lui tend un tube de gel.

Encule-moi lui dit-elle, encouragé, il retire sa queue toute rouge et luisante, et la dirige vers mister petit trou, devant la taille imposante de ce visiteur, il ne peut aller plus loin malgré ses efforts et mister envie de la pénétrer.
Mon épouse, bien cambrée, écarte avec ses deux mains ses fesses et l’encourage par des mots crus à l’empaler.
Vexé et très excité, je vois Gérard prendre Bernadette par les hanches, prenant de l’élan, il percute violemment sa cible et pénètre ce petit cul, sous l’effet de cette intromission violente Bernadette laisse échapper un grand cri.
Sa bite bien plantée dans le fondement déformé de ma chérie, il se met à la pistonner vigoureusement en la maintenant bien par les hanches, sous les assauts répétés, il éjacule, quand il retire sa queue un filet jaunâtre coule des fesses de Bernadette.

Après s’être embrassés, ils se dirigent vers la salle de bain, je n’ai plus aucune vue, mais j’entends mon épouse rire, je pense qu’elle est pleinement satisfaite de cette soirée.
Au bout d’un quart d’heure ils reviennent en se tenant par la main et en s’embrassant, au vu de ce spectacle je suis un peu jaloux !
Ils se mettent sur le canapé, ma femme est dans les bras de Gérard, ils boivent du champagne et se caressent mutuellement en s’embrassant.
Progressivement Gérard a repris de la vigueur, Bernadette en profite pour lui faire un semblant de pipe si l’on peut dire, car sa petite bouche a bien du mal d’absorber la « bête ».
Sa queue bien dressée et bien raide, ma femme vient se positionner à califourchon et se laisse glisser dessus, s’empalant jusqu’à la garde, mister amant la prenant par les hanches, l’aide à coulisser, ils alternent avec les deux orifices.
Au bout d’un moment Gérard sentant venir la jouissance, la désarçonne et positionne sa bite dans sa bouche, il éjacule abondamment, en se retirant mister sperme coule de la bouche de sa partenaire.
Elle court dans la salle de bain pour se nettoyer, pendant ce temps Gérard se rhabille.
Il est une heure du matin, ils ont fait l’amour pendant cinq heures.
Ils mistert maintenant entrain de discuter, je saurais plus tard que pour leur prochaine soirée Gérard lui a promis une surprise, mais ce sera une autre histoire.
Avant de se séparer ils s’enlacent et s’embrassent à pleine bouche.

Une fois qu’il est parti, je descends, ma femme est radieuse, elle se jette à mon cou, m’embrasse et me remercie pour cette soirée, mais la nuit n’est pas terminée, car je suis très excité par ce que j’ai filmé et moi aussi je veux ma part, même si mon épouse n’aspire qu’à dormir après ce traitement.
J’espère que mon récit vous a plu ?
Si d’autres couples ont eux aussi connu cette situation, j’aimerais qu’ils me fassent part comment cela s’est passé.

La portion congrue... mais merci, c'est une bonne...

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Abom­inable Dr. Michaels

Dr. Michaels, a man of mixed her­itage, hand­some and au­thor­i­ta­tive, was run­ning a spe­cial, one of those late night el cheapo cable com­mer­cials for cigarette smok­ing ces­sa­tion, re­la­tion­ship prob­lems, etc.

Matt had just found out that what would have been the love of his life was will­ing to get back to­geth­er with him, but he had not asked her in time. Three dif­fer­ent oc­ca­sions they had met as ‘friends” since the minor in­ci­dent that caused them to back off from each other oc­curred. She had for­giv­en him and he wasn’t even aware. Now he was dev­as­tat­ed, a shell of his for­mer con­fi­dent, suc­cess­ful self. His life, his dreams, the house he had planned to share with her was all for noth­ing, so he thought. His mind drift­ed from fan­ta­siz­ing about her 3-5 times a day, drain­ing him, to thoughts of self-de­struc­tion.

It had be­come more than he could bear when he saw the in­fomer­cial. He had tried to meet other women, but they were not Laura. Even dat­ing and sex with some­one else was not the same. He was bad off and had to make a change or self-de­struct. That’s when Matt vis­it­ed Dr. Michaels.

THE FIRST VISIT
“Come in Matt” said Dr. Michaels. “Have a seat over here, and tell me again what we dis­cussed on the phone.” he said. Matt gave him the whole story, of a sum­mer ro­mance that went into win­ter, and how all would have been well had it not been for that one or two bad days they had. Now he knew she would have for­giv­en him and all would be fine, had she not been so dis­traught as to get into a scene where she had more to lose than gain, but hey, the other guy gave her a ring. The Dr. was thought­ful.

“So you want to for­get this whole thing ever hap­pened, and clear you mind and soul, be at peace.” Asked the Dr. “Yes, that’s about it”. Said Matt. “That’s pret­ty tough, but it can be done. It will re­quire re­gres­sion ther­a­py, and mem­o­ry re­place­ment, you’ll need a few ses­sions but I think it can be done quick­ly. Say, what’s so spe­cial about this gal that you can’t get over her?” he said. Matt pulled out a photo of the brown haired blue-eyed beau­ty, a dop­pel­ganger for Sela Ward. The Dr. al­most lost his com­po­sure. He HAD to have her, after all that Matt had ex­plained. He calm­ly gave the pic­ture back to Matt.

“Would you like to get start­ed?” the Dr. asked. “Sure,” said Matt. They began. “Matt”, I want you to sit with your legs straight, and arms re­laxed. Let your en­er­gy flow from your fin­ger­tips and toes. Relax the top of your head, now com­plete­ly relax. Now relax your neck mus­cles, you shoul­der, your upper back. Breathe in re­lax­ation and ex­hale ten­sion and stress. Com­plete­ly relax you upper torso, your chest, you ab­domen. Allow the feel­ing of re­lax­ation to trav­el to your arms, upper and lower, to your hands, and to your fin­ger­tips. Relax.” Matt was going under. His high­ly stressed state made him very sug­gestible. “Relax, now and let the feel­ing of re­lax­ation trav­el down your waist, to your gen­i­tals, and to your thighs. Let it trav­el down your legs to your feet and to your toes.

On the count of five you’ll be deep, deep arelax.” Matt was under. Now the Dr. had some ques­tions. “This woman, Laura, you’re pin­ing over, has she got­ten mar­ried yet?” asked the Dr. “No, just en­gaged and with doubts.” said Matt. “Hmmm. sounds like they need pre-mar­riage coun­sel­ing with a free week­end va­ca­tion vouch­er to get them in the door.” said the Dr. He began tak­ing notes. “Matt” can you re­mem­ber her ad­dress? I’ll need that from you.” e said slyly. Matt gave him the ad­dress, cell num­ber, phone num­bers and where she worked. The Dr. had a plan to visit were she worked, plant sug­ges­tions about his ser­vices, then send a mail­er, and get them in for a “con­sul­ta­tion.”

Matt re­vealed the fiancée was try­ing to quit smok­ing. The Dr. would use that as an ex­cuse as well. Now off to han­dle Matt. He would get him over her, and into the kid of woman that would make the for­mer girl­friend lose all in­ter­est in him. “Matt, de­scribe you ideal woman for me, phys­i­cal­ly” , said the Dr.

Then Matt de­scribed a tall thin brunette, with bright eyes, long legs, and a sul­try voice. “Very good Matt. I want you to tell me specif­i­cal­ly what gets you aroused about a woman, and what runs through your mind at the mo­ment of or­gasm” said the Dr. “Right be­fore I cum, I imag­ine the woman on a pedestal, look­ing up at her beau­ty and I think about how much I love her and want to please her sex­u­al­ly. Get­ting her off makes me happy, and re­in­powers my sex­u­al prowess.” said Matt. “Wow, what a hope­less ro­man­tic” thought the Dr. “How do you feel about blon­des?” asked the Dr. “Never trust­ed them, they are the op­po­site of what I see my­self with long term.” said Matt.

“Hmmm. Now Matt, when­ev­er you see a blonde, but not just any blonde, you will have the image in your head that makes you cum. She will have to be short, heavy-set, smoke, and have a whiny voice. You’ll cruise the thrift shops and Laun­dro­mats of the lower in­come neigh­bor­hoods, until you find your white trash god­dess. Are you a breast man by chance?” asked the Dr. “Yes,” said Matt. “Is it be­cause the bosom makes you feel se­cure and safe?” asked the doc­tor? “Yes” said Matt. “Well now, you will find only the feet of the white trash god­dess can make you feel that same sen­sa­tion. You will find your­self going to the in­ter­net to look at the foot web sites, and de­vel­op an ever in­creas­ing foot fetish to the point where it takes the feet to get you off. The loud whiny voice of your heavy-set new woman as you try to make love to her feet, will put you in a state of bliss, even if she protests and thinks you are a per­vert. It will only arouse you more. You’ll never hes­i­tate to want to grov­el at and lick her pudgy lit­tle feet clean.” Said the Dr. “Tall thin Brunettes bore you, com­plete­ly leave you un­ex­cit­ed. You could not get it up with one if you want­ed. You find them to be dull and un­ex­cit­ing.” He told Matt.

Matt had a whole new set of pa­ram­e­ters as to his taste in women but the Dr. still need­ed to make sure that the ex would not have a chance with him. “Matt, he said.” Last sum­mer you worked hard­er at your job than you have ever worked. You were too busy to date but did not mind. You had a lone, but pro­duc­tive sum­mer. When you re­mem­ber that sum­mer you have no rec­ol­lec­tion of dat­ing. You can­not under any cir­cum­stances be made to re­mem­ber or want to re­mem­ber any­thing but a sum­mer alone, happy and pro­duc­tive.

If you ever meet any­one who claims to have been with you that sum­mer, they are ob­vi­ous­ly hal­lu­ci­nat­ing. You had a great cross-coun­try drive, went to the Grand Canyon, and worked the rest of the time. Any time you meet a tall thin brunette, you can smell rot­ten eggs com­ing off of her, and if you ever meet any­one named “Laura” you will im­me­di­ate­ly feel cold and in­dif­fer­ent. You need to flash back to any­one you ever met named Laura now with me Matt, and each face you see will ir­re­versibly erase, and be re­placed by a blank” Sat­is­fied that Matt would not even re­mem­ber the girl, and would go for a dif­fer­ent type, he was ready to wake him up.

“Matt, you are about to awake, and will need to have your ses­sions re­in­powerd once a week to keep you men­tal­ly healthy. You will not only ac­cept all the sug­ges­tions we made to get your mind off you ex, you will em­brace them with fer­vor. Your taste in women has al­ways been what it is now, after our dis­cus­sion. Your fetish has been there as long as you can re­mem­ber. You will go home and say the phrase ‘Dr. Michaels rules” then go into a hyp­not­ic state, under which you will get rid of or de­stroy any traces of things, let­ters or pho­tos of any woman who is not your white trash blonde god­dess ideal. After that is done, you’ll count up to 3, awake and feel re­freshed. Let’s awake now on the count of three”. Matt awoke.

“So buddy, how do you feel now? Over those feel­ings of de­pres­sion and stress you had when you came in? Asked the Dr. “Yes, I feel great, I can’t even re­mem­ber why I was so stressed out in the first place, ac­tu­al­ly.” Said Matt, a lit­tle con­cerned. “You won’t be smok­ing any more, I’ll wager, and no more wor­ries, eh?” Said the doc Matt left for now, and de­cid­ed he’d stop in to the Laun­dro­mat and cruise for a sexy, short blonde on the way home.

THE NEXT DAY
Dr. Michaels walked into the store where Matt’s ex worked, and no­ticed ex­act­ly why Matt was so hooked. The woman be­hind the counter could have been a hyp­no­tist her­self, with beau­ty like that. The Dr. walked over to her and asked a few ques­tions. “Hi there, I couldn’t help but no­tice that you had an en­gage­ment ring on.” He said. “Yeah, I de­signed it my­self”, she said. “Why do you ask?” “You may have seen my com­mer­cials on TV and asked your­self, “is a pre-mar­riage coun­sel­ing ses­sion re­al­ly what I need be­fore I make one of life’s most im­por­tant decisions...​you may find your­self won­der­ing how you’ll be able o han­dle mar­ried life with­out a pre-plan­ning to un­der­stand each other bet­ter. You may find your­self want­ing to call my of­fice and bring your fiancée in for a free con­sul­ta­tion and get the promo week­end re­treat just for schedul­ing a sec­ond set of ses­sions. You will need to call today after look­ing at my card sev­er­al times.” He said. There were im­plied hyp­not­ic com­mands in ev­ery­thing he said, and at Laura’s cur­rent sched­ule of 50+ hours per week, she was very sug­gestible. She took his card. He looked at her and de­duced she was a phys­i­cal, rather than an emo­tion­al sub­ject, and when the book­store emp­tied for a mo­ment, and she came from be­hind the counter to re­stock some books, he fol­lowed her. Sure they were iso­lat­ed, he used a stage hyp­no­sis trick and when he dropped a book, as she bent to pick it up, he tugged her arm and put her under. She col­lapsed to the floor. “Deep­er, deep­er trance now Laura” he said. “You will stand and ap­pear alert and awake but in fact you are still deep arelax, and are aware of noth­ing but my voice and my in­struc­tions. Stand now, and ac­cept my every in­struc­tion, idea and com­mand.

She stood up slow­ly, stiffly. Her bright eyes glassed over, look­ing but not see­ing. Her move­ments were me­chan­i­cal. Dr. Michaels whis­pered as not to arouse sus­pi­cion. “Laura, you des­per­ate­ly need to at­tend a coun­sel­ing ses­sion with me, and seek my guid­ance and in­struc­tion. Bring your fiancée and don’t take no for an an­swer. When I call you on the phone, the sec­ond you hear my voice you in­stant­ly go into this state, but 10x deep­er, and ten times more re­spon­sive to my com­mands. In per­mister I only need say, “go under”. My voice reach­es deep in­side you and trig­gers the feel­ings that make you or­gasm when you are with a lover. Only MY voice can do that Laura, and you’ll hover on the edge of or­gasm, un­able to re­lease until I give you per­mis­sion. You re­quire and de­sire my per­mis­sion. Do you un­der­stand?

“Yes, Dr. " was her soft reply. “Very good, now I’ll say “snap out of it” and you’ll awake, not re­mem­ber­ing being hyp­no­tized but act­ing on all my sug­ges­tions.” Said the Dr. Then Laura awoke and put the books on the shelf. He spoke. “Well, I’ve taken enough of your time, thank you for look­ing for that book any­way!” He turned and ex­it­ed. Laura trem­red and watched him walk away. “Wow, that guy has a great voice, I can’t wait to sched­ule an ap­point­ment with him.” she thought to her­self as she no­ticed she was get­ting wet.

THAT NIGHT
Laura closed the store. Her fiancée was at home, arelax, after a long day. Her cell phone rang. “Laura, it’s Dr. Michaels.” he said. Her body went stiff, her ex­pres­sion went blank, and she stood im­mo­bi­lized and glassy eyed. “Can you hear me Laura? He asked” “Yes, Dr.” “Very good, now lis­ten care­ful­ly my dear. You will have sev­er­al dreams tonight and every time you relax until we meet. You will have a small, quiet or­gasm to your­self as you awake from each dream. You will not need to touch your­self, in fact, you can­not.” In your first dream you will imag­ine your­self in my of­fice, being hyp­no­tized, get­ting ex­cit­ed about giv­ing away con­trol to me. You will de­sire to go deep­er and deep­er under hyp­no­sis and under con­trol, and see­ing your­self lay­ing there like a wax fig­ure, will­ing to be posed in any po­si­tion that pleas­es me. My voice will bring you close to or­gasm and when I say, ‘fol­low Dr’s Or­ders’, you will or­gasm. Your sec­ond dream will have you on your knees, and when you look up and see me star­ing down at you, or­der­ing you to take my penis in your hand, you will take it right into your mouth and awake in or­gasm.

Your third dream will be one of com­plete and total sub­mis­sion. You see your­self wear­ing only your fa­vorite black panties, and black bra, in a hyp­not­ic trance, your arms ex­tend­ed in front of you, on stage at a gath­er­ing of pro­fes­sion­al hyp­no­tists. I will give you a se­ries of com­mands rang­ing from be­hav­ing like a robot, to pos­ing as a man­nequin, to crawl­ing on all fours, to per­form­ing fel­la­tio on any­one I call from the au­di­ence with­out hes­i­ta­tion. I will be able to make your mind blank, and awak­en you with no mem­o­ry of your trance. Sur­ren­der­ing this much con­trol will ful­fill your life long fan­tasies of hav­ing a mas­ter you obey com­plete­ly. Also Laura, every lit­tle thing that has ever an­noyed you about your fiancée will mag­ni­fy by 10% every hour, daily until we meet. You will sched­ule a Thurs­day ap­point­ment, and will take as many naps as you can squeeze into your sched­ule.

You will now will hang up the phone on the count of three, not re­mem­ber it ring­ing, and then snap out of it” He said.

THURS­DAY
After sev­er­al days of erot­ic dreams about that Dr. and a grow­ing an­noy­ance with her fiancée, Laura was so very happy to fi­nal­ly be at the ap­point­ment. Her fiancée John, was per­plexed and stressed out He could not fig­ure out her change in be­hav­ior, lack of sex drive, and all the extra time she had been tak­ing naps.

The Dr. Began. “As you two are well aware, mar­riage is not to be en­tered into light­ly, and peo­ple can find out things they were not aware of too late...” He con­tin­ued and asked John if he felt he could relax enough to talk. John was re­sis­tant, but the Dr. had some great tools at his dis­pos­al, and sug­gest­ed John need­ed to try an anti- anx­i­ety cock­tail to relax. Laura in­sist­ed he do it as well. The laced liq­uid tast­ed cool and sweet. John felt him­self get­ting very re­laxed and com­fort­able. There was enough in it to put him into a sold trance state. The Dr. then de­cid­ed to put him under deep­er until he was ready for sug­ges­tions. Laura sat there qui­et­ly in awe of the power of hyp­no­sis. She was just about to ask a re­la­tion­ship ques­tion. when the Dr. cold­ly stat­ed. “Go under.” She was in­stant­ly en­tranced, stiff, and glassy eyed. The doc­tor looked at the two of them. This lucky bas­tard had it all he thought, from what Matt said about Laura, she was ev­ery­thing the Doc­tor Michaels had been look­ing for.

MEAN­WHILE
Hav­ing for­got­ten he ever had a sum­mer fling with the beau­ti­ful Laura, Matt gazed up lov­ing­ly at the short, chain smok­ing, heavy­set bleached blonde he had met at the Laun­dro­mat. Her thick, oily calves felt good in his hands, her sweaty skin glis­tened as he re­moved her san­dals, and began to lick her soft, moist, padded feet. “Damn, no­body ever paid at­ten­tion to my feet be­fore. " she said. Matt fever­ish­ly sniffed, licked and sucked on her feet until he trem­red in re­lease. He came like a rock­et as she blew smoke in his face and she began cough­ing. He could not wait to feel her full weight crush­ing him, to ram his tongue into her cigarette tast­ing mouth, to swal­low her sali­va like wine, and have her ride him until he could not walk. This made so much sense he thought. This was his ideal woman. He want­ed to wor­ship her like a god­dess.

BACK AT DR. MICHAEL’S
Laura was kneel­ing in the cor­ner like a pose able sex doll in an Am­s­ter­dam store win­dow, wear­ing noth­ing but panties and her pumps. the Dr. re­moved his throb­bing mem­ber from her posed open mouth, and wiped it off in her hair. Laura’s mouth re­mained open like an obliv­i­ous sex doll as the semen trick­led own her throat. John sat slumped in his chair, obliv­i­ous. “John, do you like to take?” He asked, as he zipped his pants. “Yes,” he said. “Well now it takes three times as much al­co­hol for you to get the same buzz., and that piss­es you off. You will blame Laura and her lack of at­ten­tion to you sex­u­al­ly for need­ing to take more. You will yell loud and often, at every lit­tle thing. You will find your penis has be­trayed you when you fi­nal­ly do get close to her, and again, it’s her fault. You want a pudgy blonde, not this bone-skin­ny brunette who piss­es you off. Every time you look at her face you will re­mem­ber some­thing in your past that pissed you off, and as­so­ci­ate it with her. She is your ball and chain, and she has made you mis­er­able. You will ca­su­al­ly use the word ‘whore” in ref­er­ence to her in front of her, and all the lit­tle quirks you tol­er­ate now will mag­ni­fy and annoy you ter­ri­bly. Every time you look at her she will seem skin­nier and dirt­i­er to you.”

Mean­while, Laura kneeled, obliv­i­ous, un­able to lis­ten to any­thing be­cause she was con­vinced she was a solid rub­ber sex doll, posed by her owner, un­hear­ing, un-see­ing, just there. She was only able to feel her ser­vice holes being used by her owner until oth­er­wise in­struct­ed by the Dr. She was obliv­i­ous to her fiancées pro­gram­ming, and was sim­ply run­ning all those great dreams through her sex doll head until touched on the nose, when she would awak­en under her Dr’s total con­trol.

John was suf­fi­cient­ly twist­ed now, thought the Doc­tor. Laura was be­com­ing in­creas­ing­ly ob­sessed with the idea of los­ing all con­trol and being hyp­no­tized and owned by her doc­tor. In an­oth­er week she would be so pro­grammed, so con­di­tioned, that the thought of being hyp­no­tized and then giv­ing up all thought and con­trol would be com­plete. Total. Doc­tor Michaels had in­stilled the de­sire to in­crease the depth of her hyp­no­sis with each ses­sion, and the in­ten­si­ty of her plea­sure to in­crease as well. Since en­gaged life had put a cou­ple pounds on Laura since she had been with Matt, the Dr. in­struct­ed her to start hit­ting the gym, daily and hard. Laura was in­struct­ed to eat foods that would make her fill full but would re­al­ly de­prive her of nu­tri­tion, thus mak­ing her brain­wash­ing that much more in­tense. She would be toned, lean and more eas­i­ly taken com­plete­ly.

He had it planned out, that by the end of two more weeks John would move out for good, and on that week­end Laura would spend 48 hours straight in trance, re­peat­ing to her­self all her new com­mands the Dr. would in­still. She would be ir­re­vo­ca­bly re­pro­grammed as his cre­ation. There was a con­ven­tion in At­lantic City at the end of the month and his col­leagues would be blown away at this in­cred­i­bly hot woman who re­spond­ed prac­ti­cal­ly to re­mote con­trol. He could con­di­tion re­spons­es to a se­ries of beeps and tones, and she would lit­er­al­ly be on re­mote con­trol. He could use his cell phone in 3 note in­cre­ments and at­tach them to a com­mand. Dial 173 and fel­la­tio. Dial 174 and robot, 175 to crawl on all fours, 176 to blank her mind, 169 and she’d 69 with an­oth­er woman, etc. Her blue tooth would pick up the tones and she would obey. He al­most ex­plod­ed think­ing about it, it got him hard again, so he rushed over to the kneel­ing Laura and shot an­oth­er load down her throat.

On Matt’s next ses­sion, he would make it a point to have him sched­ule a way for John meet his new girl­friend, and want to meet her heav­ier sis­ter des­per­ate­ly. The two of them would be over Laura, for­got­ten by one, and de­spised by the other. They would pine over and adore the two bloat­ed blon­des and move into their trail­ers with them, com­plete­ly con­tent.

Laura and all that was hers would be his to do with what he pleased. He dis­cov­ered Laura had a teenage daugh­ter, whom he could pos­sess should he tired of Laura, or if she no­ticed the changes in her moth­er’s be­hav­ior.

The plan moves into high gear.


Doctor Michaels pulled his Mercedes into the driveway, months after he watched John drive off into the sunset for good. He surveyed the craftsman home and thought he did pretty well for himself. As he approached the door, Lindsay, Laura’s teen flower opened it.

“Hi Doctor Michaels, wanna see my mom? Hold on I’ll go get her. She turned toward the stairs and began to almost skip away when Dr. Michaels simply and curtly blurted out “Be still young”. Lindsay stood at attention and her expression became one of calm obedience. Her long dark hair was almost black, darker than her ladys, which had a slight burgundy tinge to it. While still a teen, she had the body of a woman, and a face that would sell magazines if she modeled. “What is a young supposed to be Lindsay?” Inquired the Doctor. “Seen and not heard, obedient and submissive, sir” Lindsay said in a pronounced monotone.

“Excellent, replied the Doctor. You will now fantasize about taking your lady’s place under my control and have a quiet orgasm to yourself. Then you will bring me a beer before going up to your room for a dream nap.” Lindsay replied softly: “Thank you master for your instruction” then tremred as she stood there.

Just then Laura came around the corner and saw Lindsay entranced and shuddering. “Is she under again sir?” asked Laura. “Her grades and study habits have really improved since she started hyno therapy with you.”

“She really… Laura’s statement stopped mid sentence as the Doctor simply touched a button on his cell phone. Laura entered trance instantly and deeply. Her body language suggested she had been magictized many times before and now it was merely a reflex to under. Dr. Michaels strolled over to immobilized beauty while Lindsay went to get the Doctor’s his beer in the kitchen. “You now desire your flower to be under the level of total control I enjoy over you. It is an honor to know she will service me as you do, obey me and belong to me as you do. She is not your competition, but your teammate in service and slavery to m to me. Do you remember your orgasmic dreams from this week?” Laura replied: ‘Yes master, as I surrendered more and more control to you, I dreamt that a mystery woman and I were both pleasuring you as you deserve, and how turned on I was to be one of your possessions.”

“Very good. You will now have an amazing orgasm as you realize and accept completely that the mystery woman was in fact your flower Lindsay, and you desperately wish to live out that fantasy dream.”

Laura suddenly had an orgasm. The idea burned into her brain, a brain that wasn’t very much hers anymore. Her magicsis and re-magicsis, the constant programming and deletion of unneeded thoughts and memories really streamlined her thought processes. It was as if one had taken a hard drive and removed all but one program, dedicating it to a single purpose. That purpose was to please, to obey, and offer her mind, body and soul to her new owner Dr. Michaels. It was as if the (planted) fantasy she had her whole life was coming true. She never had to think, to worry, she needed only to obey, to worship.

Lindsay returned with a beer. Mother and flower were entranced, obedient, programmed by the Doctor. As Doctor Michaels sipped his beer he led the two upstairs, where he enjoyed the pleasure of a blowjob and getting rimmed simultaneously. He enjoyed penetrating the flower while the lady kneeled and literally licked his ass, thanking him for the privilege. He had them both use mouthwash then made them trade places. He used their every orifice for his pleasure, he flipped them over like living sex dolls, filling them with his semen. He even made them think they were sex dolls, lying motionless with gaping, stupid expressions, side by side while he fucked one’s mouth, pulled out, then did the other, one’s pussy, then the other, one’s ass, then the other.

As much as many men might have wanted to see ******, were they in Dr. Michael’s position, he wasn’t into that. It was enough he’d fucked them and gotten blowjobs within seconds of each other, that was enough taste for his sensibilities. He couldn’t watch the flower go down on the lady, or the lady lick her flower’s feet and ass. He’d find other women for them to do that to. Perhaps the flower’s bratty friends, or the lady’s former coworkers.

Right now he just wanted to be treated like a King, then have them shut the fuck up when they were done. White women always talked too much, but not when he had his way. They could talk about how wonderful he was as they kneeled side by side and licked his feet, and then one could suck his cock while other mouthed his balls. Then he’d have them shower off, slather themselves with baby oil, and put on matching black bras and panties while they waited on him hand and foot. At the end of the night he’d flip a coin and let one of them relax at his feet and keep him warm. It was winter after all.

Before his blowjob began though, he put both women into a trance, so he could pose them and inspect them. Side by side, the glowing youth of the flower made the lady look more her age. The flower’s chest was a little firmer and fuller, and while the lady was an inch or two taller, she had been in the sun a little too much over the years. The past few months of avoiding sun made them both nice and pale, but the flower, practically a virgin, was far tighter than the lady, who never did Kegel Exercises after Lindsay’ birth. Hot as she was, the flower was in fact hotter.

Both asses were equally tight, but the flower had just a little more booty. After some contemplation, the Doctor thought he would probably tire of the lady first, now that she was his, and he could always sell her and keep the flower, and the house. She’d be young and hot for years.

PART II THE CONVENTION

“Ladies and gentlemen” began Dr. Michaels. “We have all heard what is allegedly true and not true about the powers of magicsis and mind conditioning. But what many magictists tend to forget is that the belief system of the subject is key to how far we can instill our ideas. If for instance the subject only has a layman’s knowledge of the subject, and deeply believes the popular myths of magicsis, then they are suggestible accordingly. Their beliefs become their fate. Such is the case in my current subject. A former housewife, emotionally drained from a series of bad relationships, with only the most rudimentary pop culture knowledge of magicsis, was especially receptive to suggestions, commands, and ideas I gave her.

In the short 6 months of her conditioning, she has stopped takeing, no longer requires anti-depressants, works out without fail, is in the best shape of her 30 something years, and has absolutely none of the former inhibitions that prevented her from truly sexually expressing herself. " There was a round of applause by his colleagues. “There are added benefits as well. I have completely erased any and all negative memories of her past, lingering desires for past lovers, bad habits, her attention deficit disorder, and made her more orgasmic.” More applause. “The subject has been trained and conditioned to respond to a series of commands, some involving complex behavior patterns, by merely pushing a few buttons on a common phone.” The colleagues are more quiet. “Watch now as I demonstrate.” Dr. Michaels pulls out a small cell phone, and hits a button. From behind a curtain, wearing a black latex bikini and patent leather spike heel pumps walks Laura, deeply entranced. She slowly and mechanically walks to directly in front of Dr. Michaels and stops, standing at attention. Gasps. “Can you hear me Laura?” asked Dr. Michaels.

“Yes Controller, I await your commands.” A smattering of applause and murmuring. Dr. Michaels hits another button, and Laura slowly lowers to her knees and begins to crawl toward the edge of the stage where she stops in front of a woman in her late 40’s with short, white spiked hair and a serious demeanor. It appears the woman is not amused that Laura is merely an object to be played with. Laura stares blankly ahead. “Laura, what is your greatest desire and lifelong dream?” asked Dr. Michaels. “As long as I can remember I have always wanted to completely surrender myself to a master I could serve and worship.” Laura replied. “Are you now comfortable and content in that role?” asked Dr. Michaels. “Yes controller, I exist solely to serve and obey you.”

The woman crossed her arms. Smattered applause came from the audience.

“Allow me to demonstrate how deeply ingrained the training is now.” Dr. Michaels continued. He hit another button, and Laura stood at attention, turned on a dime, walked back to Dr. Michaels, then assumed a mannequin pose, and froze. Her bikini glistened under the hot lights, as did her skin, so pale. Her teeth were obviously whitened and her hair was a shade darker burgundy, and longer now. “The subject is now oblivious to her surroundings. In her mind she IS a mannequin, fully pose-able, not subject to fatigue, and while oblivious to her surroundings, the looped series of magictic suggestions that allow me this level of control repeats in her conscious and subconscious, non stop in her own voice, always reinpowering itself. We can continue the last 3 hours of topics and discussions, and she will not budge. Thank you. Please see me afterwards if you have any questions.

Dr. Michaels received a round of applause, and left the stage. Laura did not move for the next 3 hours. Several other speakers took to the stage, slides were shown, panels discussed magicsis, and a short movie was screened from a pharmaceutical company.


THE END OF THE NIGHT

As Dr. Michaels approached the stage in the now empty room, the lights were dim except for the pin-spot on Laura, an ‘ahem’ was heard in the dark. From the shadows emerged the spiky haired woman. “Dr. Michaels, you put on an amazing demonstration this evening.” she began. The woman then walked of to Laura and looked at her more closely, putting on reading glasses. She reposed Laura’s arms, tilted her head different ways, moved her lips to look at her teeth, pinched the underside of her upper arm to check for body fat, and walked around her in a circle, arms crossed, expression stern. She looked at Dr. Michaels very seriously. “Does she have any other wardrobe or she simply your sex toy?” She asked. “She has a closet full of clothes, actually” said Dr. Michaels. " “Good. Replied the woman.” “She can’t wear a bikini 24/7. She does have an approachable, friendly look, and would be a great addition to my practice.” she said. I need a more user-friendly first impression, as I’ve been told I look too stern. She wouldn’t have to do more than work the front desk, and be sweet and charming. Does she have enough permisterality for that?” she asked.

Dr Michaels replied. “” Er, well, yes. Dr...?” “Dr. Mona Wright, I have an office in the city, smoking cessation, weight loss, that kind of thing. I’m good at what I do, not at your level mind you, but business has slowed down and I need a fresh face for the business. She’s perfect.” Dr. Michaels asked: “What do you have in mind?” “I have this figure” she said as she pulled a check out of her suit jacket pocket and handed it to Dr. Michaels. He stared at it, almost in disbelief. “Wow, and here I thought I was about to get a feminist lecture on the objectification of women and what a racist, misogynist pig I am, making this white woman obey my every whim.” He said. “Not quite.” replied Mona. I would have my girlfriend man the front desk, but she’s a little too butch, and has zero people s*******s. " “Ah, excellent.” replied Dr. Michaels. Meanwhile Laura stood oblivious to her fate. “This is a generous offer and I accept.” he said. “Good, that should be fair compensation I would think. Can you ship her wardrobe right away? asked Mona.

“Absolutely, shoes too?” asked Dr. Michaels. “Just the business ones and her workout gear. You can donate the rest to charity for all I care. Does she have anything more presentable to the public here?” “Sure, a business suit for public consumption” Dr. Michaels replied.

The commands were instant messaged to Mona’s phone, and Laura returned to the hotel room to put her suit on, then was given some transference instructions by Dr. Michaels. She would now react to Mona with the same reverence she held for Dr. Michaels, but if Dr. Michaels ever longed for a fling, should she show up in his state again, he built in a default.


MONA’S NEW ASSISTANT

Laura showed up at Mona’s hotel room wearing her bikini under her suit and her Bluetooth headset. Dr. Michaels accompanied her. He knocked. A tough looking black girl in her 20’s with tattoos and piercings answered the door, and sneered at him. “Whatchu want?” she snapped. Mona showed up at the door and gently moved her aside. “See, no people s*******s.” she turned to the black girl. Iris, meet Dr. Michaels. “Wassup, I thought you was a chocolate Mormon or security or some cuckolds brownie, sorry yo.” “I haven’t heard that before, I usually hear ‘Light Mocha Denzel” he laughed. Dr Michaels extended a hand to shake Mona, then pointed to Laura. “She’s ready to start today, all yours.” “All mine, I like the sound of that” smiled Mona. She put her arm around Iris and pointed to Laura as the phone tone commanded her to enter the hotel room, where she then stood at attention with a pleasant smile. “Our new receptionist…among other things” said Mona. Dr. Michaels left and went back to his hotel room, where Lindsay waited eagerly to serve her new master as his recently promoted slave.

WELCOME LAURA, MEET IRIS.

Inside the hotel room, Mona almost instructed Laura to remove her suit, until Iris whispered in her ear she’d always wanted an uppity white chick to grovel at her size 10 feet and humiliate herself. The idea got Mona hot too, who was no stranger to lesbian foot games and wanted some kinky pampering herself. They made a nice pair, the younger tough, tattooed black woman, and her older stern, white haired lover. That the very feminine, alabaster skinned Laura would soon worship their bodies was a tryst Dr. Michaels would have liked to see. It went like this. Iris began. “When I snap my fingers you’ll awake,” she continued:

“You’re a stuck up white bitch housewife who insulted me at the grocery store, and I followed you home to kick your ass.” started Iris. She untied her boots and revealed her tattooed legs, and unpolished toenails. There was a distinct line where her dark skin ended and her soles began. “You’re so scared of getting your ass whooped you will get on your knees and beg me. You’ll kiss and lick my feet, apologizing, telling me you’ll do anything I want. “You’ll lick between my toes, suck em like you’re giving head, and grovel. At first you’ll be disgusted like a typical stuck up bitch, but the more I tell you that you like it the more you do. You’ll get so hot and turned on by my ebony feet you’ll beg me to foot fuck you. You’ll want more foot action. You’ll realize other women’s feet, and the offense turn you on. Anything I do to humiliate you turns you on the more I tell you it does. One the count of three I’m gonna snap and you’ll be awake.”

At the snap of Iris’ fingers Laura was awake, and looked around the room like a deer trapped in a room full of hunters. “I’m gonna kick your white ass, bitch!” exclaimed Iris. Mona watched and touched herself. “Please Miss, I’m sorry, don’t hurt me.” whimpered Laura. “What the fuck did you call me at the grocery store, you uppity ladyfucking housewife suburban bitch?” said Iris. “I, I, I, don’t remember whimpered Laura, I don’t remember”. “You’re going to remember this.” said Iris. She grabbed Laura by the hair and brought her face close to hers, Laura was putty in her hands. Iris grabbed Laura’s face with the other hand and held her cheeks, squeezing until Laura opened her mouth against her will. The Iris spit directly into her mouth. Laura started to gag. “Don’t gag, swallow it!” Laura did, disgusted. “It makes you feel all warm inside, and your legs weak!” Laura touched her stomach, shocked it felt warm, and her knees buckled. Iris then pushed Laura to her knees then onto all fours. Mona started to touch herself.

“Kiss my feet and say you’re sorry. Say you should know your place, and never piss of tough girls.” demanded Iris. Laura in her suit, kneeled before the tough girl in denim cutoffs and placed he face close to the girls large feet. They had a mild aroma from being in leather boots without socks. It wasn’t dirty but it was leathery and earthy. Laura hesitantly kissed the tops and tried to ignore the scent. She Apologized. She then held her breath and Iris noticed. “Don’t hold your breath bitch, smell hard, smell long, you like it!” The trigger took over and Laura began to breathe in the tough girl’s scent, over and over. ‘That’s it, now lick between my toes, and all along the edge where my feet go from dark to light. Look at the tattoos, they get you wet.” “But I don’t like feet, or tattoos…” Laura began, but then her trigger kicked in, as with each lick of her tongue, the tastes and texture of the girls large feet began to sink in and Laura began to like it. Laura studied the fine creases along the perimeter of the girl’s sole where the skin changed color, and traced the vine tattoos with her tongue, as they went around the girl’s ankles. She took the long toes into her mouth and sucked each one, then all at once, cramming them into her mouth as far as she could, looking up at the tough girl. Iris let a dribble of saliva drop from her mouth to the top of her other foot, right onto the tattoo, then yelled at Laura.

“Lick that off, you like it!” Laura pooped the first foot out of her mouth, leaving it soaked with her saliva, and leaned in to lick the other foot. She was groveling, big time. “My feet turn you on, don’t they, you worship them don’t you?” asked Iris. “Yes, yes, I worship them, I worship them, cried Laura, feeling a wave of pleasure go over her, accepting the thought. Mona was now out of her suit pants, and touching herself. Her legs were very dark tanned from years of tanning, and she wore stocking on them.

“Take off your suit, and show me your white ass body!” Demanded Iris. Laura complied, then stood there in her bikini, scared, staring at the feet she had a new crush on. “Take off the bikini too!” I might want to walk on you like a welcome mat, you’d like that.” Said Iris. The thought of liking that filled Laura’s mind. “Yeah I could wipe my feet all over you, so could Mona, and you’d be marked with our scent, like our common property. " continued Iris. Iris put her hands on her hips, then took off her shirt, letting her tits drop onto her chest. Her arms were taut and firm, and her armpits weren’t shaven. She had several tribal tats. She was one tough looking chick. “On the floor, on your back!” commanded Iris. Laura complied, shivering.

“P-PPlease don’t hurt me.” she whimpered, “I just want to lick your feet in apology” It’s too late now, you’re just a welcome mat and a human shoe to me. Open them skinny white legs.” Laura opened her legs and her wet pussy waited helpless. Lucky for her she was fairy loose and could accommodate what was about to happen next. Without ever touching the floor, Iris slipped her wet foot into Laura, slowly working her foot deeper and deeper into Laura. Laura was literally a human shoe for her. Irish then braced herself on the furniture, and placed her yet unlicked, still fragrant, dry foot onto Laura’s face, standing on her. She moved her foot side to side, rubbing her scent into Laura’s face. Iris stood victorious on the helpless thrall. “You love it, you know your place now, and you love your new foot fetish.” stated Iris. A conquered Laura tremred in pleasure under her. Iris removed her foot from inside Laura, then told her to kneel in front of her.

Iris sat on the couch and extended her leg and wet foot. “Now lick my pussy foot clean, and tell me who’s tougher, you or me? “You are,” whispered Laura while licking her own excited juices off the black girls foot. Iris looked over at her lover. ‘Now go over and sniff those stocking clad feet of my partner, and tell her you are turned on my dominant older women too! Demanded Iris.

Laura crawled to the now ridiculously turned on Mona, who looked good for her age with spiked white hair, tanned, albeit a little leathery skin, and stockings on her muscular legs. “I’m turned on by dominant older women too,” sniffed Laura, who then suddenly became turned on after making that statement. She repeated. “Oh my god, I AM turned on my dominant older women,” as she began to sniff the stocking feet. Mona was so wet, that while the having her feet serviced felt good, she really needed to be eaten out. She was clean-shaven, and she gave the next command. “You’ll masturbate sniffing and licking shoes every chance you get from now on, but right now you want to lick my pussy and swallow everything it gives you, as you realize and accept you are more turned on my tough lesbians than you’ve ever been turned on in your life.” “Oh my god,” whimpered Laura, and she crawled between the Mona’s legs and began to lick her pussy, swallowing any juices it gave her. “Oh my god, I am so turned on by tough Lesbians…uuugh.”

After Mona’s bucking subsided, it was Iris’s turn. She was still into the domination aspect, and demanded that Laura’s fear was now replaced with a lust and desire to be humiliated that was ten times stronger and without limits.

“Now crawl over here with that sticky face and wipe it off on the carpet.” commanded Iris. Now somewhat fresh faced, with her head dizzy with lust Laura stared hungrily at the tough girl. ‘Put your face in my arm pit and fall in love with my scent. Lick it!” she demanded. The pheromone rich tufted armpit of the girl was intense in its musk. A musk that Laura realized she loved. She was beautiful and feminine but she was so turned on by tough chicks. So turned on. She really wanted to lick and please these two as much as she could. Their feet, their pits, their pussies, their asses, she didn’t care. She wanted to be degraded and humiliated any way they could invent. Her mind went back to when she was laying on the floor, a human shoe and welcome mat. She was hoping they would use her all night. Her lust for these two was as insatiable, as her mind was programmable.

After the all night session, Laura’s stomach full from licking, sucking, swallowing everything her two new owners’ bodies could supply (within reamister) the three cleaned up and prepared to check out. They had Laura dress in her suit first, and then a simple click of the cell phone had her standing immobilized while they showered and got dressed. Once ready they checked out, Laura obediently carrying their bags. They were an amazing trio. The two tough chicks, one tanned and frosted haired, the other dark and butch, accompanied by their adoring model-hot magic slave, who’d be the receptionist at their office when she wasn’t servicing her owners. Perhaps more of their adventures will be described.

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AIDEN'S TRAINING.


Aiden's handsome face lit up with a devilish grin. Tonight was PROM NIGHT, and he was going to score. He looked at himself in the mirror his carefully styled black hair, his immaculate Tuxedo, his green eyes. His 5/8 trim, tight built body. What girl could say 'NO' he thought. Aiden was going to score with his girlfriend tonight, he just knew it.

Aiden had been dating his girlfriend Beryl for six weeks now. Every time anything the least bit interesting looked like developing Beryl's collage jock brother Biff stepped in and put a stop too it. Aiden pick up the corsage he'd bought for Beryl and headed for his room's door. Just as he got to the door there was a loud knock on it Aiden opened the door standing in the doorway was Biff. Biff was over six-foot tall, and widely built his frame nearly filled the doorway. Just behind Biff Aiden could just sees a smaller built man. Both men were wearing Tuxedos Biff's looked like it was two sizes to small for him. Aiden's problem was that he would not stop screwing any girl he fancied. And Biff didn't like the idea of his sister dating a guy like Aiden, so he had a plan to put a stop to what ever Aiden had planed for tonight. Who's knows he might not stop with tonight.

"Thought you would like a lift to the prom." Said Biff as he lead the three of them out of the dorm house. Standing by the curb was a large black limousine, the limo driver, a tall fair-haired guy in his late twenties stood holding the back door open. Aiden was just about to say something about all this, when Biff produced a pack of small cigars he held it out to Aiden. As a rule Aiden didn't smoke much, but what the hell thought Aiden he was going to get laid tonight. He took a cigar from the pack; Biff produced a lighter and lit the cigar. Aiden draw in on the cigar, and he blows out a cloud of smoke and climbed into the limousine. Aiden settled into one of the seats behind the driver, so he was looking into the limousine, Aiden noticed a box on the shelf under the back window. Must be a corsage for one of their dates thought Aiden he was soon to find out that the box held something else.

Aiden wasn't to know it but the smaller guy was a Hypnotist paid by Biff to magictise Aiden as the first part of his plan. Biff slid into the seat facing Aiden the small guy sat in the seat next to Aiden. For some reamister the guy kept watching Aiden smoking his cigar. Suddenly the guy spoke to Aiden. "Don't you think this limo is a quiet, and peaceful place, to relax and have a sly smoke before the prom." As the guy spoke he timed his phrases to match the pace of Aiden's breathing. The Hypnotist continued his apparent aimless monologue, gradually he slowed down soon Aiden's puffs on the cigar matched the timing of the guy's aimless monologue rather than vice versa. Noticing this reaction Biff nodded to the Hypnotist who switched to purposeful induction using the act of smoking the cigar as the focus. In under 15 minutes and without even realising it was happening, Aiden was fixed deeply in magictised dreamland. The Hypnotist took the cigar butt from Aiden's hand he spoke clearly to Aiden.

"Aiden, from now on you will obey without question or resistance every thing Biff tells you. Is that understood?" The Hypnotist moved away from Aiden. "Yes." Came back the dreamy response. Biff nodded to the Hypnotist. "Thanks I'll take over from here, I can drop you where ever you want then I'm going to a small out of town motel with my friend here. Don't want the driver knowing what happened." Said Biff. "No need." Replied the Hypnotist handing Biff a piece of paper. "I've had a chat with the driver. His magictically oblivious to everything at happens in this limo, he'll ignore all the sexual activity that happens. He'll drive around or stop and wait for orders but that's all he'll do or see." The Hypnotist pointed to the paper that Biff was holding. "That's the instructions to release the two of them from their trances after you are done." The guy panted the driver on his shoulder the driver pulled over to the side of the road. The Hypnotist climbed out of the limousine he turned waved at Biff and was on his way. Biff looked out of the open door and watched the guy walking away, Biff took out his lighter and burnt the paper the guy had given him.

"Best $15.ooo I ever spent, but I don't think I'll be waking ever of then up soon. I'm differently going to take full advantage of the power I have over Aiden and the driver may be able to help." Biff said as he dropped the burning paper onto the ground and closed the door. "Drive to the secluded woodland outside of town once there park under the trees get out and go and wank under a near by tree." Biff ordered the driver. The limousine pulled away.

The limousine pull to a stop under a large group of tree, Biff watched as the driver got out walked to a near by tree, dropped his pants and shorts and started wanking. The driver's grunts and moans soon floated over to Biff. Biff nodded and closed the door and turned to Aiden. "From now on you are compelled to do what ever I tell you to. No matter what you're told to do you will get GREAT sexual pleasure from obeying me." Biff told Aiden. "Now I know you were planing to screw my sister tonight, is that right?" Said Biff. Aiden nodded. "Well you won't be laying my sister tonight, but as you're WAY horny already I'll screw your arse and you'll love it." Biff said removing his trousers and shorts. "Uh-huh." Was all Aiden said solemnly, his trousers already began to tent, "Take off your pants and shorts only, then lay on the seat on your stomach." Compiling obediently Aiden removed his trousers and underwear, while he waited for Aiden to finish removing his clothes Biff sat fondling his prick it started to harden.

Aiden was now lying on his stomach on the seat. Aiden's arse drew Biff irresistibly towards it. Biff licked and tongue-fucked Aiden's arse in a frenzy the magictised Aiden moaned in pleasure and started humping the seat he lay on, helplessly. Biff raised his head. "That's right, you really love what's happening to you. You so fucking want my cock." Biff started the tongue fucking and licking again. Biff raised he head a second time. "Well, that hole of your is thoroughly moistened now. Let the show begin." Biff spread open Aiden's legs, pulled up his dinner jacket and shirttail. Then Biff drove his raging hard-on into Aiden's virgin, cherry hole, and started humping.

Fuck, Aiden's arse felt so hot and tight, Biff changed the length of the thrusts into Aiden's arse. Aiden moaned louder and moved his arse to take advantage of Biff's thrusts. "Whatt...I'm...Doing...To...You...Now...Feel (Gasp Pant) ...Incredible." Groaned Biff. He changed back to long deep thrusts. "You're...So...Fucking (Groan Pant Moan.) Horny...That...When...I...Cum (Pant Pant Grunt) You're...Cum...

Right...Along (Ahhh) With...Me." Biff could feel Aiden bucking wildly underneath him.

Biff knows he couldn't last much longer, he picked up the pace of his fucking. "Now, from now on (Arrr) When...Ever...You...Hear (grunt Arrrr) Me say...Your...Arse (Ahhhh Grunt) Wouldn't...Be...Safe...Or you see...My cock erect....You'll...Go into a magictic trance...And have any type of sex with ...me."

"Uhh...Trance...Sex...With...You." Groaned Aiden from under the humping body of Biff. Biff could hold back no longer, he arched his back, driving his cock in as deep as he was able. Biff shouted out loud, and orgasmed like an earthquake. His body shook, his hips push down onto Aiden he gasped for breath. Biff managed to groan to Aiden. "Cum now, bitch." Just before his orgasm hit it's high. Aiden's prick exploded cum all over the leather seat he was laying on. Sounds like a wild beast escaped Aiden's lips as Biff's cum filled his arse. Aiden's still tight arse clasped even tighter around Biff's cock, milking even more cum from it.

Finally, after both guys had come down from the high of their orgasms, and Aiden's prick stopped twitching and his arse had loosened from around Biff's sent cock, both guys lay still panting for breath. Biff still lay on top of Aiden, he wanted to make sure that Aiden's jacket and shirt soaked up most of the cum from the seat. In a moment Biff would pull out of Aiden then he would carefully slide Aiden's pants back on him, and have him sit on the remaining cum till they arrived at the dorm house. Biff wanted there to by plenty of dry cum stains on Aiden's jacket, shirt and pants when they were returned to the hire store the next day. The smell of cum in the limo was overwhelming. Biff would get the driver to clean up the left over cum with his tongue before he returned the limo. Biff pulled out of Aiden and called the driver back to the limousine. He was ready to move to the next stage of his plans.

What the fuck has happened here. Was Aiden's opinion as he gazed at himself in the mirror. He had left for the Prom with Beryl's bother Biff and some other guy. He had woken up on the floor of his room with no memory for the rest of the night, he didn't even remember going to the prom. Aiden gazed at his now inaccessible prick. Biff must have haveged the beer. Biff had not only encased Aiden's prick in a metal chastity device, but had also shaved Aiden's crotch of all its pubic hair, and given him a very short buzz-cut haircut as well. Aiden stared at the sleek, metal device, which encased his member. A metal strip went round his waist, a metal cuff was behind his ball sacs, and sturdy ports connected the cuff to a downward pointing curved tube on his prick. Just above were the tube joined the cuff, as a metal panel. Which was held in place by three hole for a Allen key. Which made the whole thing look like it was on for good, until Biff removed the device. Aiden didn't think the device could be hidden be clothes. Biff, naked but for the Chastity device on his prick, padded over to his bed. As he walked a stabbing shot through his arse. Aiden doured up in pain. "What the fuck?" He cried. Aiden sat and looked at the device on his member. He could not miss training. He would have to just make the best of training. He pulled on some lose clothes and left for the gym.

"You like to please cock. You really like to please 'MY' cock. You must please cock. You know it's true what I tell you is true. You live to serve 'MY' cock" Biff tells Aiden, while still slowly jerking his cock. "Please...cock.... Youu sayy truee." Slurred Aiden. "Mustt pleaseee." Biff continued to slowly jerk Aiden's cock. "You must take 'MY' large cock up your asshole. You want nothing more than to suck 'MY' cork. It makes you horny and you must give pleasure to 'MY' cock. You love to suck 'MY' cock. You love getting fucked by 'my' cock. However after you cum, later, your prick will never be aloud to cum again unless I tell you to. Most of the time your prick will remain in its primister" Continued Biff. "You can't resist the changes to you. You will submit to 'MY' will and do everything you've been told." Finished Biff.

By now Aiden was rolling around on the bench moaning, and crying out for release. Biff added more haveged lube to Aiden's prick, and speeded up his jerking of Aiden's prick. Aiden could now only gaze at Biff through deep blue aura created by the haves being rubbed into his prick. His breathing become ragged and his body taut as he neared orgasm. As the climax burst forth from Aiden's prick with multiple, rapid, bursts of seed, Biff happily, and with great power milked Aiden's prick for all it was worth and all it contained. Long jerks, and short jerk, faster and slowly he pumped Aiden's prick. When he had finally milked Aiden's sacs dry Biff placed the chastity device back onto Aiden's deflated prick. As a Special Treat Biff had the driver come to the locker room, naked and hard. Biffs untied Aiden and told him to stand and then knee and suck the driver's cock. Aiden obediently stood up, knelt in front of the driver, and opened wide and accepted the driver's large piece of meat into his hungry mouth. The driver pumped Aiden's mouth for only a few seconds before he blow his load into Aiden's wet and warm mouth. As soon as he had finished Biff told the driver to leave, the driver's eyes glazed over, and he walked out of the room. For the rest of the day and all the night Biff took full control of Aiden.

In the morning the magictic programming the driver had received from Biff kicked in. He went straight to Biff's room, and waited for him to arrive. Biff arrived at his room in the wee hours. Biff had the driver strip naked, and sit on a chair. The driver sat down, and Biff tied him to the chair, by his wrists, upper arms, ankles, thighs, waist and neck. Biff placed a cylinder on the dick of the driver. The driver could feel brushes inside the cylinder touching his dick. A gag was put into his mouth and a hood on his head. The driver could feel the brushes on his dick, stimulating his dick, but nothing like enough simulation to make him cum. Finally, after some hours, the brushes finally made the driver cum. And just like Aiden the driver to, now had to obey. His I.Q now was only 70. Biff returned much later to release the driver. After he had released the driver, Biff then lead the naked, but still gagged and hooded guy through the quiet Dorm house of the wee hour. Biff took the driver to the basement of the house, and then through a small door into an unused smaller basement. In the middle of the small basement stood a metal cage. Which would allow a permister to sit hunch up. Biff opened the door in the cage, and thrust the driver into it slammed the door shut, locked it and left the small basement.

ONE YEAR LATER:
Aiden sat on Biff's lap, slowly working his arse up and down Biff's erect cock, which was buried deep in his butt. Biff was nearing orgasm he could not speak but tapped Aiden's shoulder. Aiden tightened his arses grip on Biff's member and speeded up his movements. Biff through back his head and cried out as he cum, as he cum he felt Aiden's arse grip even tighter on his member milking every last drop of cum from his cock. Even after a year Aiden's arse was still tight and his arse control was now second only to his own. Biff cried out again as Aiden continued to milk his spent member, his grip working to empty Biff's cock. Finally Biff came down from the high of his orgasm, and he lifted Aiden off his cock. Biff pushed Aiden to the floor, and told him to lay still. From a table near by Biff picked up a large black dildo and a black leather thong with a ring where the arse-hole would be. Biff then slid the dildo into the ring on the thong, lubed up the dildo, and slid the thong onto Aiden, roughly working the dildo into Aiden's upturned arse. Aiden groaned Biff slapped his face. Then Biff tightened the thong's straps to hold the whole thing very firmly in place.

Aiden grunted and stood up, but as soon as he shifted Aiden felt a solid aching deep, deep inside his arse, not the same as when he was fucked. Aiden looked at Biff grinning at him and then down at the thong he was now wearing. He was not going to get out of this, the thong had a locking mechanism that kept it tightly secured around his waist. Waking was going to be extremely uncomfortable with that large dildo lodged so deeply inside him, he knew, Biff had locked him in this thing many times before, each time a larger dildo.

After that night in the Gym locker room a year ago, Aiden had shocked everyone by coming out and saying that he was gay and had always had been. A further shock came when Aiden announced that he was dropping out of collage and moving to somewhere near the New Mexico/ Mexico Border, to be Biff's Cock bitch. Biff had announced that he was gay a few days before Aiden. Aiden had then just packet up and left without another word. Biff left a few weeks later, taking with him the cage from the basement. The driver had now been turned into a rubber-clad Gimp.

Biff told Aiden to go to their room, on seeing the sad look on Aiden's face Biff told him that he would not be long. He only had to feed his Gimp, once that was done he would come and play with his cock bitch all nigh long. Biff watched as Aiden waddled his way to their bedroom. The dildo deep in his bowels was causing an churning sensation. Biff smiled as he thought of the night ahead. He turned and went on his way to feed the driver.

THE END:

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The Amazing Andrew

The Amazing Andrew was finishing his Canadian tour and this was the last stop on the first part of that tour. He had purposely chosen this spot last for not only would it be a culmination of his success as a stage magictist but it would bring to an end twenty years of such seething anger and hatred that it would qualify as a glorious victory for him.

Twenty years earlier, driven out of their business by the powerful Moulder Enterprises, Andrew's man had committed suicide and his lady, having no-one to turn to for help, had had a severe nervous breakdown and had been institutionalised all these years.

Andrew and his brother were thrown from bad homes to worse until, after his brother's untimely death, Andrew ran away from home, changed his name, and with much effort managed to make a living. Having apprenticed himself to an amateur magictist, he learned the trade by careful study, not of books, but of actual practice. He was a careful observer and soon was far better than his mentor.

He managed to earn a living first, not as a stage magictist, but, through placing carefully worded ads in newspapers, as a helper of those in need. And he did well. Many of those who came to him for aches and pains, quitting smoking, getting over an obsession, left Andrew feeling much better. All that was stopped when a medical doctor reported that he was claiming to "cure" people, and the law very quickly shut down his practice.

Soon after, he was on the road - not as a magictist but as a mentalist, and by adding a few beautiful women and a comic, he had a show that became quite popular. But still the anger was there and the need for revenge.

He had done his homework well. He knew everything there was to know about Mr. Moulder of Moulder Enterprises, so much so that his own family did not know everything that Andrew knew. He knew everything about Moulder's business down to the last penny and had a "spy" working in the high ranks of the company. He hired private investigators to tell him everything he wanted to know about Moulder and his three misters. Both public and private lives were open to him, and he had planned his revenge well.

And now it was about to happen. He only needed a little luck to ensure that everything went as planned.

The Moulder boys were Joshua, Samuel and David. Though it sounded like they had planned the names to be very Biblical, the family really didn't support any organized religion. The lady may have been religious, but she had died ten years ago and now Moulder Sr. had remarried. The new wife was much younger, just a little older than the oldest boy, Joshua.

Though not religious, the elder Moulder was somewhat of a tyrant and demanded and got the best from his boys. He ran their lives as he would a military school, unable to show much love except in the fact that he demanded so much. Unfortunately he could be cruel if he didn't get his way. So the boys grew up very afraid of him and were, in fact, overachievers because of him.

Joshua, having just finished university was twenty-four and was destined to move into man's position. He had just "accepted" a job at Moulder Enterprises and with his business degree behind him, he was the hope of the elder Moulder. He was still living at home.

Samuel, the middle mister, at twenty-two would have been the "problem" young if there had been one. Like most middle youngren he was more unsettled and more demanding of attention. He had dropped out of university and was holding a good job, set up by his man, at a local assembly plant. He had a steady girlfriend, Monica, but, because of Dad, was not yet living with her. He was living in an apartment away from Dad.

David was the mister with the most permisterality. He was an all-around athlete, affable, handsome and humorous. He played the field with the girls and was somewhat of a playboy except for the fact that his man never gave him enough money to get into too much trouble. He liked his cars, though, and his simple ambition was to become a mechanic. At nineteen, he had just begun his first year of training at the local college. Like most first year students he was a little wild and Dad had to clamp down on him a little.

* * *

The invitation to the Amazing Andrew's show had been directed to the second mister, Samuel. It arrived at his apartment and simply stated that he had been chosen at random to come to the show for free, that only the permister named could use the ticket and that they could bring a guest if they so wished. To order extra tickets, please call......

Samuel had seen the advertising for the show and knew of the reputation of the Amazing Andrew and so was quite pleased to get the free ticket. He called Monica right away to see if she wanted to go - she did - and so the date was arranged.

The night of the free show for Samuel was the opening, so it was quite an exciting evening - and a good show it was. The first half consisted of great routines, beautiful dancers - very Los Vegas and glitzy. The second half would be Andrew's turf.

Andrew went out into the audience just before the intermission and asked for volunteers. He knew, of course, where Samuel would be seated, and if he didn't volunteer he was going to shame Samuel into it. He didn't have to worry, though, because Monica pushed him into it herself. So Samuel was selected as one of the volunteers for the second show.

Unlike most shows where the volunteers are magictized in front of the audience, Andrew brought the volunteers behind stage during the intermission and put them under. He always opened the show with the people under and got right to the good stuff. In this case it offered him an opportunity to plant a few suggestions before the show ever began.

Samuel was a very good subject as Andrew knew he would be. People with authoritarian mans usually were. After he induced the trance in everyone he brought Samuel away from the others.

"Samuel, I want you to listen very carefully to me. You will enjoy yourself very much tonight. As part of the show tonight I am going to make you want a cigarette. I know that you don't often smoke, but after the show you will find yourself wanting to smoke very badly - in fact, you won't be able to stop from smoking. You will realize that I probably forgot to take the suggestion away, so after you drop off your girlfriend, you will come back to the Hotel next door to the theatre looking for me. You will want me to take away the suggestion for smoking because you don't want to be a smoker, do you?"

"No."

"No, and so you will come to seek my help in that. When I say to you <Why don't you have a last cigarette?> you will immediately want to have one last cigarette, you will smoke it and enjoy it very much and as soon as you inhale the third puff, you will go very deeply into relax - even deeper than you are now. Do you understand?"

"Third puff. I understand."

Andrew gave him a few other suggestions to help with the show and then sent him back to the other volunteers.

The show went very well. People laughed hysterically at some of the antics. The big finale was when Andrew had all the participants become celebrities at a Hollywood cocktail party. He had come over to Andrew and in front of the audience asked him if he had ever smoked.

"A few times." Samuel had answered.

Andrew snapped his finger and Samuel was out like a light. "You are now James Dean," he ordered. "And you are out of cigarettes. James Dean can't be without a cigarette, can he?"

As the cocktail party progressed 'James Dean' went around and bummed cigarettes from Marilyn Monroe, Madonna, Pee Wee Herman, and a host of TV and movie celebrities. The audience howled at the antics. Monica, Samuel's girlfriend, marvelled at the change in her boyfriend whom she had never actually seen smoke a cigarette or certainly act like a spoiled rebellious actor. She laughed till she thought she would die.

Andrew ended the show and sent the participants back to the audience, telling them they would not remember what they did on stage till they left the theatre. Samuel was back in his seat and honestly believed the show hadn't started yet, didn't remember being chosen for the act and didn't remember being put under. As soon as he walked out the door of the theatre, as Amazing Andrew had said, he remembered it all. Though not quite all. The suggestion made to him before the show was not part of his memory.

Monica and Samuel went out for a nightcap before going home and both became concerned when Samuel had an intense craving for a cigarette. In fact, when he first sat down at the bar he got very nervous and knew if he didn't have a cigarette soon he thought he would go crazy. Monica noticed something wrong with him. He told Monica he needed a cigarette and at first she laughed. Then as he got more and more tense and no fun to be with, she started to get worried. Finally he could stand it no longer and went over and bought a pack of Marlboro Lites. The permister sitting a few seats away had been smoking those and they looked so good. Once he smoked the cigarette he was okay for a while and then it would start all over again until he had smoked four or five.

Finally Samuel told Monica that he better take her home. She told him she hoped that the suggestion would wear off soon because she didn't like to see him smoking. He agreed.

After he let Monica off, he had another cigarette fit. He lit the cigarette and then decided that maybe he should go back and seek out this magictist because it seemed like he gave Samuel a suggestion that he hadn't taken away. Of course, that's what he should do!

Samuel arrived at the hotel next door to the theatre and went into the lounge. There, seated at a booth, was the Amazing Andrew.

Samuel walked over to him. "Excuse me, sir." he began. "I don't know if you remember me but I was part of your show tonight, and I seem to have carried over a suggestion you made about smoking and I wonder if you could remove it, because I really don't want to start smoking."

"Sit down, please." said Andrew. So you still feel the need for a cigarette. Why don't you have a last cigarette before I help you?"

At those words Samuel immediately wanted another cigarette. He couldn't for the life of him imagine why he would even want to stop smoking. He took out his cigarettes and quickly lit one. He inhaled the smoke. It was so good.

"What did you say your name was?"

"Samuel Moulder." He took another deep drag.

"And do you live nearby?

"Not too far away." He took a third drag - and his world disappeared.

Andrew told Samuel to accompany him up to his suite. Once up there he told Samuel he was thirsty and gave him a have that would deepen the magicsis even more.

"You want to give up smoking, but you aren't going to be able to. The more you try to stop the more you will smoke. But you will give up your girlfriend- Monica, isn't it? . Every cigarette you smoke makes her less attractive to you."

Over the course of the next hour Andrew implanted suggestions into Samuel. When he was finished Samuel's whole permisterality had changed. He had begun to become what his man most hated - a bum. This was the word Moulder had so often used with his boys when he was angry with them - "so you want to be a bum... well, go ahead", he would say.

Andrew took away any drive to succeed that Samuel had. He would no longer be able keep his job at the plant for he would no longer be able to get up in the morning (no matter how hard he tried); with his first cigarette in the morning would come the need for his first take of the day; with his first take of the day came the desire to do nothing but play pool at the local bar; now he would rather take money than earn it - either from the government or in even more illegal ways. He would soon seem to lose his sense of what is right or wrong. Whenever he heard the word "fuck" he would have an uncontrollable urge to do so -with whatever woman he could find or with himself; he would never be able to love a woman because as soon as he felt himself falling for someone, panic would sink in and he would have to leave them.

Andrew looked at the body of the young man before him. He obviously took care of himself - he was properly manicured, hair neatly trimmed, clean-shaven even for the late hour of the night, with well-toned muscles and a tight stomach; what a shame, Andrew thought, that it would no longer be so.

He took the young man down to the bar where he first met him and told him to have a cigarette. On lighting the cigarette Samuel awoke as though he had just arrived at the bar and met the magictist. But he no longer remembered why he had specifically come; he knew he enjoyed the company of this amazing man. Samuel took a deep drag on his cigarette and was overwhelmed by the need for a take. The two of them sat takeing till early in the morning.

When Samuel arrived home he couldn't quite remember what he had done with the evening. He knew he had had a lot to take for he was definitely feeling the effects of it. There was a message on his answering machine from Monica, and as he lit a cigarette and played it back, he thought: "That bitch. Bothering me at all hours."

When his alarm went off in the morning, he threw it against the wall and went back to relax. He didn't wake up until almost noon. His mind was blank about last evening and he felt hung over. He had a horrible taste in his mouth and though he felt badly about not showing up for work, he really didn't care. He saw his Marlboro Lites laying on the bedside table and he knew immediately that was what he needed. He took one from the pack, placed it between his lips, lit it, and drew deeply. God, that feels good, he thought.

Next he figured he should get some breakfast but all he could think about having was a beer. He looked in the fridge and there was one left. He downed the bottle quickly, taking time to call the factory and report his absence due to sickness, apologizing for calling so late, got dressed and headed down to Barney's Bar where he could get another beer and maybe shoot some pool. No need to go to work now anyway since they thought he was sick.

At Barney's he ordered his first of many beer when he overheard someone say, "Where's the fuckin' washroom." His cock immediately got hard and he tried desperately to pick up the forty-two year old waitress, Betty. When she would have nothing to do with him, he went into the bathroom and jacked off. That day and ever after it seemed like he was horny all the time.

* * *

The second week of the Amazing Andrew's show was almost a sellout. In the audience that Friday was Samuel and his brother Joshua. Out of the blue that week Samuel had called Joshua and apologized for not getting together very much. He was quite maudlin and told Joshua that brothers should find things to do together and not grow apart. Joshua thought he sounded like he had been takeing, but since he had already bought a ticket to the show and since they hadn't seen each other for quite a few weeks, he decided to go.

Joshua met Samuel for dinner and was quite disturbed by the changes that had taken place in Samuel. He didn't look very well. He had started smoking, for God's sake! During supper he was takeing quite heavily, and at dessert he mentioned how he had just been fired from his job. When Joshua got angry at him and shouted: "What the fuck are you doing to yourself?", Samuel looked disconcerted and had to excuse himself and go to the bathroom suddenly.

The Amazing Andrew had, of course, planted the suggestion in Samuel that his brother should be taken to the show. During the intermission, having chosen Joshua who had been quite *** to go up until pushed by his brother to do so, Andrew easily put Joshua under and arranged for the two brothers to go to the hotel next door for a take after the show.

During the show which had the audience in hysterics, Joshua kept forgetting his name and even became a male stripper at one point. Samuel thought it all quite amusing and had no memory that he was up there just a week before.

When Andrew walked into the bar later that evening he saw Samuel and Joshua at a booth near the back of the room. Joshua looked a little embarrassed at how loud Samuel was and how he kept hitting on all the waitresses, but he couldn't seem to find the will to just go home.

Andrew introduced himself to the two brothers and within minutes they were following up to his suite on the fifteenth floor. He told Samuel that he was watching a great football game on TV, sat him in the front room with the TV off, gave him some beer and just let him be. Samuel enjoyed the game immensely, though he did burn a hole in the hotel's new sofa.

Andrew brought Joshua into the bedroom, told him to lay on the bed, and administered a dose of his have. He knew that Joshua was the most conservative of the brothers and that was why his man trusted him with the finances. With deeply rooted suggestions Joshua now became addicted to gambling and would not be adverse to embezzling the family fortune to feed his addiction. Secondly, he worked on an attraction that was surprisingly already there - to his new "lady". She suddenly became the most attractive, desirable woman he had ever seen and he would go to any lengths to have her. He would not be able to eat, take or relax until she was his. Lastly, he would take up smoking cigars - most despised by his man - and the more the man complained about them, the more he would need and want them.

Andrew toyed with the idea with the idea of debasing the two of them in some way before he sent them off, but he was too tired. His plan had taken a lot out of him. Instead he told both brothers to return to the bar. He told Samuel to have a cigarette and once lit, the two would wake up. Samuel's cigarette would remind Joshua that he wanted a cigar and the chain reaction would begin. Andrew smiled to himself as he closed the door behind the two brothers.

On his way home, Joshua felt that he understood his brother a little better. It was so nice of him to take him out for the evening. He puffed on his Ashton Magnum as he drove along and his thoughts turned to his beautiful lady and how he could get her alone...

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Anniversay - Starting Over


Randy stood at the urinal and sighed as he pissed. He and his wife Terry were celebrating their 20th wedding anniversary by themselves, and he had put away a fair amount of beer over the course of the evening. They had decided that for this anniversary, they wanted to keep things low key, so they had traveled to a small town in upstate New York. The motel they were staying at was small and not one of the major chains, but it was clean and had a decent restaurant. The bar that they were currently in was right next door. It was almost a stereotypical small town bar, dim lights, ratty bar stools and a couple of booths that had seen better days. The bartender was a large woman with greasy straw colored hair that hung down past her shoulders and a seriously pock marked face. But she had a pleasant permisterality and kept the beer flowing, even providing a free round when she heard it was their anniversary. It was all the beer that had put Randy in the men's room, his bladder screaming for relief.

He was looking up at the ceiling, enjoying the sensation of emptying his too full bladder when he heard the door open and close. Randy didn't pay any particular attention when the stranger moved to the urinal next to his. He was still looking up when he heard the man speak.

"C'mon, baby," the man muttered. "Let's get you out here and take care of business."

Randy's curiosity kicked in, and he lowered his head, stealing a glance at the stranger. The man was tall, and he was reaching into his jeans, trying to fish his cock out. As he watched, the man began to pull it free from his pants.

"C'mon, dammit!" the man cursed under his breath. "Before I piss myself."

As he continued to watch, the man struggled to pull his cock from his pants. He finally succeeded and Randy was amazed to see the size of it. Randy stared at it, guessing that it must be ten inches long and incredibly fat. "And that's soft!" he thought to himself. He kept staring as the man began to piss.

"Oh, man," the stranger sighed. "That feels so fuckin' good!" He turned to look at Randy, who could not take his eyes off the huge cock. "It's a keeper, ain't it?" The man asked him.

Randy looked up into the man's face, embarrassed that he had been caught staring at his manhood. "Uh, yeah." Randy mumred. "Guess you could say so."

The stranger looked directly at Randy, making eye contact. "It's fuckin' gorgeous, ain't it?" He asserted in a louder voice.

Randy looked into his eyes. They were grey and deep, and almost seemed to glow. As he kept staring into them, Randy heard himself answer. "It is gorgeous."

The stranger smiled broadly. "And you'd like to suck it, wouldn't you." It was a statement, not a question. Randy stood there, staring into the man's eyes silently. "I said you want to suck my big fuckin' prick."

Randy nodded. "Yes," he said in a low voice. "I want to suck your gorgeous prick."

The stranger smiled again and turned toward Randy. "Well, then, get down on your knees and suck away, fag boy." He held his massive flaccid cock in his hand and waved it at Randy, teasing him. "You ever suck a cock before?" Randy shook his head. "Well that's about to change."

Randy dropped to his knees and took the man's cock in his left hand, stroking it carefully. The stranger looked down at his hand.

"Married huh?" Randy only nodded. "Me too," the stranger continued. "That's my wife tending bar." Randy kept stroking the cock and it began to swell. "Yep, she use to be quite a looker." Randy kept stroking. "So what's your name, boy?" the stranger asked. When Randy answered, he asked his wife's name. "Terry, huh? What's she look like? Got nice tits?"

Randy hesitated before answering. "She's beautiful. Terry was a model before we got married, and she's worked hard to keep her figure. She has fantastic tits, 36C's."

"Nice," the stranger said. "My wife's Ethel, and she just let herself go to cuckolds brownie once we got married. That gal must be up to near 300 pounds now." He snorted. "I think it's about time you put that thing in your mouth and did some suckin' Randy!" Randy carefully took the head into his mouth and sucked on it. He swirled his tongue around it. "Randy, you old dog!" the stranger exclaimed. "You are good at this!" He took Randy's head in his hands and began to pump his stiffening cock in and out of his mouth. "Open wide, fag boy, poppa's got a load for you!" He began to fuck Randy's face with gusto, powering more and more of his now hard cock down his throat. Randy gagged and sputtered, but the fucking continued. "Here I cum, boy, her I cum!" The stranger pulled Randy onto his cock as it erupted, spewing gobs of hot sticky cum down his throat. When his orgasm subsided, the man let his softening cock slide from Randy's lips. Randy collapsed against the wall, gasping.

"You loved that." the man stated.

"I loved that," Randy repeated.

"You love sucking cock."

"I love sucking cock."

The stranger took Randy's head in his hands and looked deep into his eyes again. "You love sucking cock, and you love fat, ugly women." He paused. "You love fat ugly women, and can't stand skinny broads."

"Love cocks and fat women," Randy mumred. "Hate skinny broads."

The stranger chuckled. "You love fat women so much, you married one." Randy's forehead wrinkled as he tried to think.

"I'm married to Terry," he stated flatly.

"No!" the stranger said powerfully. "You are married to Ethel."

"Married to Ethel?" Randy repeated as a question.

"Yes, you are married to Ethel, and are deeply in love with her. In your eyes, she is the most beautiful thing in the world."

"Ethel, beautiful, wife." Randy droned.

"You know my wife Terry," the man continued. "When you see her, you will find her scrawny, skinny body repulsive. Just looking at her will make you feel sick to your stomach."

"Your wife, Terry?" Randy sounded confused. He looked at his left hand and the wedding band. The stranger reached over and took it off, and slid it onto his own finger.

"Yep. Terry and I been married goin' on 20 years now." Randy sat silently. The stranger spoke again. "You will stay in here until your wife Ethel comes in looking for you."

"Stay here until Ethel comes," Randy repeated.

"Good boy," the stranger patted him on the cheek as he stuffed his cock back into his jeans. "See you later. Time I got back to my wife Terry."

"See you later," Randy sat back against the wall to wait for his own wife Ethel.

Chapter Two
Terry was getting worried. Randy had gone into the men's room almost 20 minutes ago. She was about to go check on him when the stranger came out.

"Pardon me, sir." she approached him. "But did you see my husband in there." The man was tall, and Terry had to look up to see his face. The man had the most incredible grey eyes.

"You must be Terry," he said in a soothing voice.

"Well, yes," she almost stuttered. "How did you know my name? Who are you?" Panic began to enter her voice.

"Easy now, Terry. I'm William, and shouldn't a husband know his wife's name?"

Terry looked confused. "Of course a husband should know his wife's name."

William smiled down at her and she felt herself relaxing. "And that's how I know your name." his voice was so soothing, and his eyes seemed to swallow her up. He took her hand and raised it to his lips. "What kind of husband would I be if I didn't know my own wife's fuckin' name?"

Terry felt dizzy. "What kind of husband?" She hesitated. "Who's Randy?" she asked nervously.

"Oh honey babe," William laughed. "You have had way too much beer tonight!" He sat her down in one of the booths. "Randy is the bartender's husband. We met them earlier tonight."

Terry looked up at him. "Randy's married to the bartender?"

William laughed again. "Yeah, babe. Randy and fat old Ethel there are husband and wife, just like you and me are." He held up her left hand with his. "See the nice matching wedding rings?" With that he leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek.

"Oh, William," she groaned. "I think I've had too much to take."

William sat down next to her and took her face in his hands. "Babe, I love you no matter how much you drank. And I know you love me too." He kissed her again, this time on the lips.

Terry responded, her lips parting and her tongue meeting his. Her arms slid around him, pulling him closer. "I love you, William."

Smiling, William sat back. "Now you just wait here for me to come back, sweetheart. I'm gonna take care of some business and get us a couple of more beers. You just stay put." He got up and walked over to the bar. Terry stayed seated, waiting for her husband to return.

Ethel watched William approach from behind the bar.

"Well, now what are you up to, you no good skirt chaser." Ethel asked him as she wiped the bar. "Find yourself another skinny broad to stick that fat cock of yours into?"

William laughed softly. "Ethel, you always do me wrong."

At his laughter, she looked at him, making eye contact, her faded blue eyes locking onto his. Her face lost all expression. "Time for some changes, hon." William began. "You need a man who can appreciate that fat ass, big belly and saggy tits." Ethel continued to stare into his eyes. "You're not married to me."

"Not married to you." she repeated slowly.

"You were never married to me." he continued. "You've been married to the man that's sitting on the floor of the men's room."

"Never married to you...."

"Randy is your lovin' husband, has been for almost 20 years now." He paused. "And you love him so much, you can't think of anything else."

"Love Randy." Ethel intoned. "Love him so much."

"Go check on him in the bathroom, Ethel. Your husband needs you."

Wordlessly, Ethel came out from behind the bar and headed for the men's bathroom. As she disappeared through the door, William returned to Terry at the booth.

"Come on, babe," he took her hand. "Let's go back to the room and fuck like a couple of teenagers. You know how much you love to ride my fat cock."

Terry smiled at him as she stood up. "I love your fat cock."

William looked at the bathroom door and grinned as they headed for the exit.

Ethel entered the men's room and saw Randy sitting against the wall next to the urinal. "Hon, are you all right?" she asked with genuine concern. She rushed over to him and dropped to her knees next to him. "Are you okay, baby?"

Randy looked at the grossly fat woman and smiled. In his eyes, she was the most beautiful thing in the world. He reached out to her and pulled her face to his. "I love you, Ethel." He kissed her pudgy lips and felt her arms encircle him. Her tongue probed his mouth and he returned the favor. "I need you, sweetheart," he panted into her ear.

Ethel stood up and quickly slipped her shoes off. It took her a minute to shed her blue jeans, but soon she was standing in front of him, naked from the waist down. Her belly hung down and obscured her hairy pussy. Randy unbuckled his belt and slid his own pants down, sliding himself along the floor until he was flat on his back. Ethel got on her knees again and bent forward to suck his already stiff cock, making loud slurping noises.

"Suck my cock, Ethel!" Randy yelled at her as her head bobbed up and down. "Get me ready for your hot pussy!" Ethel felt her pussy getting wet. She rose and stood over him.

"I got to have that cock in me," she panted as she raised her belly up and slowly sat down. She reached underneath herself and grabbed Randy's throbbing prick, guiding it to her sloppy cunt. When she felt him against her opening, she dropped down, impaling herself in one stroke. Randy gasped as he felt himself enter Ethel. "Gonna fuck my man good," she muttered as she began to bounce up and down. Her massive tits swayed in the confines of her blouse until Randy reached up and unbuttoned it. Freed from their restraint, they flopped around wildly.

"Fuck me, Ethel, fuck me!" Randy moaned as he already felt his orgasm approaching. "Fuck me you hot bitch!" He reached up and played with those flabby tits, tweaking her huge nipples until they stood out like big pink marshmallows. Ethel groaned as she felt herself cumming.

"Here I am, hon, cum with your love puppy!" she bent forward and pushed a nipple into his mouth. "Cum with me, lover!" she almost shrieked as she came.

Randy came then too. He felt his cum erupting from his balls and blasting from his cock into his wife's fat belly. "God!" he exclaimed. "You are so fucking hot!" He pulled her face to him and sladyed her with kisses as she continued to ride him, milking every last drop of sperm from him. "I love you, Ethel!" he yelled loudly as she finally collapsed on top of him, almost burying him under her bulk. They lay there, still joined, for several minutes. Finally, Ethel got off of him and used her mouth to clean his now soft cock. When she felt him beginning to grow hard again, she looked into his eyes and smiled.

Next door at the motel, Terry was busy sucking William's huge cock. She held it in both hands and there was still enough left over for her to suck. Hard, his prick was almost as long as her fore arm, and as big around. Her tongue teased the slit, licking away the tasty drops of pre-cum that welled up there.

"Oh, baby," William moaned. "You are still the hottest cocksucker I know." He put his hand behind her head and pulled her down onto his knobby cockhead. "I want you to take my first load on your face, like you always do." He reached down to help by stroking himself as she sucked. Without a warning, a huge god of sticky white semen erupted from his cock and his Terry in her right eye. As she jerked back, the second spurt hit her nose and the third her chin. She quickly dropped down and caught the rest of his cum in her greedy mouth. When his orgasm subsided, she sat up. William took his finger and scooped the cum on her face into her mouth. Her right eye was full of cum, and it ran slowly down her cheek.

"Go wash your nasty face, bitch," he growled at her. "Then get that pretty ass back here for some serious fucking."

Terry ran to the bathroom and washed the cum from her face and eye. When she got back to the bed, William was standing next to it. "On your fuckin' back, slut!" he ordered, looking deep into her eyes. "And spread them legs wide."

Terry complied and William climbed between her legs, placing the fat head of his still hard cock against her pussy lips. "Here we go!" He pushed forward and his cock slowly entered her. She was incredibly wet already, and as she felt his massive cock impaling her, Terry got even wetter. She looked into his eyes again. "Relax, you love the feel of my cock inside of you." he intoned. "You want me buried to the hilt, right to the balls."

Terry grunted. "Want all of you in me." She ground her cunt against his invading cock. "Up to your balls."

William kept pushing and to his amazement, felt his balls come to rest against her ass. "You really are a great fuck," he complimented her. "Guess that's why I married you." he added. Terry looked at him and smiled. "Now let's do some serious fucking." William began to hammer Terry, sliding his cock almost all the way out and then pounding back into her. His balls slapped against her ass noisily on each forward stroke. "That and the way you keep cummin' once you start." He hammered even harder, making Terry grunt loudly with each thrust. "Cum for me know, bitch!" he hissed.

Terry screamed and her entire body shook as she came. She kept cumming and cumming, over and over, as William's huge prick slammed home again and again. She was literally on the verge of passing out from the sensation when William grunted loudly and began to spew his seed deep inside of her. She shrieked as she felt his hot load spurting into her womb, filling her until it ran out of her pussy and down the crack of her ass and onto the sheets. When he finally stopped cumming in her, and lay on top of her, motionless but still in her, all Terry could do is quiver and moan.

William slowly pulled his softening cock from her cum filled hole and wiped it on her face. Terry just lay there, still quivering, incapable of speach. "That's a good little cum slut." William sneered at her. "We're gonna be doin' a lot of that from now on." He reached over, turned out the light and went to relax.


Chapter Four

It was three in the afternoon, and William was getting ready to leave with his wife Terry. As he reached for his keys, he remembered he had one more thing to do. "Wait here, baby," he said to Terry. "I gotta go take care of some unfinished business." He went out the front door and headed for the bar next door.

As he entered the bar, he saw Randy standing behind the bar with a dreamy look on his face. He was about to say something when Randy grunted and reached down in front of him.

"Here I cum, Ethel!" he yelled and thrust forward at the hips. That's when William noticed the top of Ethel's head, now between Randy's hands. He smiled and cleared his throat. Randy turned to look at him and smiled.

"Be right with you, William. Ethel's just finishing up her mid afternoon snack." He grunted and thrust forward one more time. "She's on a liquid protein diet." Just then Ethel stood up, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. She smiled at William and blushed.

William shook his head. "After all these years, you kids still have the hots for each other." The couple smiled at each other and Randy took Ethel into his arms, or at least as far as he could reach around her.

"Leaving?" Randy asked.

"Yeah," William answered. "But seems like we must have switched car keys yesterday when Terry and me were here." He pulled out a key chain with the keys to his old beat up Ford Taurus. Looking into Randy's eyes he continued. "These are your keys, the ones to your car."

Randy fished into his pocket and pulled out a key ring with a Volvo key on it. "Then this must be yours," he said. William smiled broadly. "Sure as hell is." He snatched the key from Randy and tossed the Ford key on the bar. "Before I go, why don't you fuck Ethel while I watch?" He looked at Ethel. "Go on, darlin', fuck your hubby here like the horny bitch you are."

Ethel smiled stupidly and pulled her pants down. She turned around and bent over a bar stool. Randy's cock was still out from her earlier blow job, and he quickly moved up behind her. He took his rapidly stiffening cock and shoved it into Ethel from behind. She grunted as he entered her, and he began to fuck her. William smiled as he heard the slapping of Randy's balls against Ethel's hugs ass.

"And how about you both cum for me right now?" he directed. On cue, Randy blew his load into Ethel's fat pussy, and she came all over his thrusting cock. Randy collapsed on Ethel's back, panting. "Well, thanks for the show." William chuckled. "Maybe the wife and I will stop back next year."

As William and Terry drove by the bar in their Volvo, Terry shook her head. "How could any man be attracted to a woman like Ethel?" she asked William. He just smiled at her and kept driving.

Chapter Five

William sat up in the passenger seat of the Volvo, stretched, yawned and farted. "Whew, that was bad," he muttered as he hit the button to lower the window. He looked at Terry, who had been driving all night. "Hey, babe, how are you doing?" She looked at him with bleary eyes and smiled.

"I'm doing just fine, William. Just getting a little tired and hungry." she turned her head back to focus on the road in front of her.

"Well, we can take care of that," William said smoothly. He squinted as he looked ahead. Let's stop at that diner and we'll get some breakfast." He looked at the car radio and noted the time. "Hell, it's only five A.M.!" He stretched again. "Yeah, we'll get some breakfast, get some coffee into you, and you'll be good for a couple of more hours."

Terry smiled at him. "Thanks, honey. That's why I love you so much. You always think about taking care of me."

William had to look closely at her to reassure himself she wasn't being sarcastic. As pretty as she was, surely a damned site better than that fat old bitch Ethel, he wasn't going to put up with any BS from her. "Yeah, that's me all right," he answered finally. "Hey, here it comes." He pointed off on the right hand side of the road where the diner sat, and Terry pulled into the parking lot.

As diners went, it was pretty much non-descript. An old single wide with faded green paint on cinder blocks with a flickering neon sign. There were a couple of pickup trucks in the gravel parking lot, and an ancient looking Lincoln Towncar. Terry pulled into a spot away from the other vehicles so the Volvo wouldn't pick up and dings from doors being opened into it. As she unbuckled her seat belt, William reached down and unzipped his fly.

"How about a little jump start before we go inside?" he asked, looking straight at her as he fished his cock out of his pants. "You know you can't resist this monster."

Terry looked at him a smile spread slowly across her face. "William!" she scolded. "You are so bad!" With a quick look toward the diner, she bent forward and took his cock in her hand. Her mouth opened wide, and she engulfed the head of his cock.

"Yeah, babe," William agreed with her. "I'm as bad as they come." He put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down onto his stiffening prick. "And you love it!"

Terry could say anything with her mouth full of cock. She did love sucking him off, she thought to herself. In fact, she loved doing whatever William told her to do. That's why we've been married for so long, I guess, she reamistered to herself. Then she focused on giving him a great blow job. She knew the sooner he came, the sooner they'd get to breakfast. Besides, his cum would be a nice appetizer. Terry worked his now hard cock with a frenzy, and soon she was rewarded with a gob of hot gooey cum shooting into her mouth. She gobred in down as well as the following spurts. She held him in her mouth until he finished cumming, then sat up and wiped her lips, grinning at him.

"You taste so good!" she told him. "Now how about some solid food?"

The two of them got out of the car and headed for the entrance to the diner.

Inside, the two men who had been watching Terry suck William off through the window looked at each other. As the couple entered, the men pretended to study the menu. William and Terry walked by them and sat down a couple of booths away.

"That was some show Bob," said the grossly fat guy with the beard just a little louder than was necessary.

"Sure was, Harry," Bob answered equally loud. Bob was as skinny as Harry was fat, and as dark as Harry was white.

Terry blushed silently as she sat by William.

"That looked like one fine suck job from here," Harry continued his conversation with Bob. "Didn't take long for her to make him bust a nut, did it?"

Terry grew redder, and William looked at her. She turned to say something but stopped short as their eyes met. "You should be proud of what they're saying" William told her. "You are a great cock sucker."

Terry stopped blushing. "I am a great cock sucker!" she stated with authority.

"You really get off sucking cock." William reinpowerd. "Any cock." He put his arm around her shoulders. "Why don't you show our friends over there just how good you are."

Terry looked at him and smiled slightly. "I think I'll show these guys how good I really am." She got up and walked over to the booth where Bob and Harry were sitting. "Hey, boys, couldn't help but hear your comments," she said as she slid into the seat next to Bob. The two men looked at each other uncertainly. Terry reached for Bob's crotch. "I'm the best damned cock sucker you'll ever meet!" she stated matter of factly and unzipped Bob's jeans. She reached in and pulled out his flaccid black cock, stroking it slowly. "Just watch this." She dove down on the cock and took it in her mouth before Bob could say a word. He groaned and sat back in the booth while Harry looked on in amazement.

Behind the counter, the woman shook her head in disgust. "Hey, you stupid bitch! You can't do that here!" She threw the towel she was holding down and came out from behind the counter. As she was going past William, he reached out and grabbed her arm. She turned on him and drew back to punch him. Just before she hit him, her eyes made contact with his.

"You don't mind her sucking off your customers." he said to her calmly. "In fact, it turns you on seeing her do that."

"Yeah, Marge," Harry chimed in. "You don't mind, 'cuz we sure don't." He turned back to watch Terry's head bobbing up and down in his friend's lap.

"We definitely don't mind," Bob gasped.

Marge looked at William, unable to break contact with those grey eyes. "I don't mind if she blows the customers," she finally repeated.

"Go lock the door and come on back here, and you can blow me," William said to Marge. The woman walked over to the door and locked it, flipping the closed sign into place, and came back to where William was sitting. He slid to the end of the seat and turned so he was facing out. She dropped between his legs and unzipped his pants. As she pulled his cock out, Harry complained. "Hey, you already got one this morning. I ain't had a blowjob in fuckin' weeks."

"More like months," Marge giggled at him as she stroked the cock in her hands.

William relented. "The man's right, Marge. Go on over and blow him first, then come back to me." Marge moved over to the other booth. Harry hurriedly pulled his cock out and was waiting for her.

"Suck it, baby, suck Harry's fat cock!" he was panting as her lips slid down the shaft. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed as she began to suck him off. "Oh fuck me to tears!" He grabbed her head and began to fuck Marge's face, chanting, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" In something just over thirty seconds he came, spewing his sticky load into Marge's mouth. She swallowed it all and then stood up.

"Is that all you got, big man?" she teased him as she walked back toward William. She dropped to her knees and began sucking his cock. When she had him hard, she put both hands around it and looked back at Harry. "Now this is a cock!" she stated.

Bob was on the verge of cumming when he stopped Terry. "Wanna fuck yoour pretty white ass," he panted. "Get on the table." She looked at William who nodded. "Go ahead, love to see that black cock sliding into your pussy." Terry stood up and pulled her skirt up and leaned forward. Bob stood up and got behind her. Pulling her panties to one side, he placed the head of his swollen cock against her pussy lips and pushed forward. William watched happily as Bob's black cock slowly slid into Terry, disappearing an inch at a time. He looked from there to down at Marge's head bobbing on his own cock.

"This is so sweet" he said to no one in particular.

"Ah fuck!" Bob yelled as he came inside of Terry. He fell forward, burying himself to the hilt as his cum spurted into her belly. Terry came within seconds, and William followed suit by pumping another load of cum into Marge's hot mouth.

After Harry and Bob left, William decided to make a few changes. Marge was in the ladies room when he talked with Terry. Looking her in the eyes, he began.

"Terry, you're going to stay here. You have discovered that you are in love with Bob, and you want to be his woman."

"I love you, William," she interrupted.

"NO!" he commanded. "You love Bob and want to have his youngren. You will stay here and work for Marge at the diner." he paused. "You were just hitching a ride with me, and never saw me before today."

"Before today." she repeated.

"And as soon as I walk out the door, you will forget everything about me and your past. You will only know you are madly in love with Bob."

"In love with Bob." she stated with conviction.

"Good girl." William said to her. "Now give me the car keys." He kissed her on the forehead. "It's been fun, babe, but there's too many other women out there. You'll do fine as a little town slut."

As Marge came out of the bathroom, she saw Terry looking out the window, watching the Volvo pull out of the parking lot. "Ain't going with him, huh?" she said.

Terry turned to face Marge. "Do you know where Bob lives?"

Ma femme Bernadette me trompe

MA FEMME BERNADETTE ME TROMPE

Cette histoire s’est passée il y a environ deux ans.
Moi Eric, marié à Bernadette, petite blonde assez fine, coquette avec de jolis petits seins.
Notre vie de couple est sexuellement dans la moyenne.
Ma femme travaille comme secrétaire dans une importante entreprise de la région.
Un vendredi soir elle m’annonce qu’elle sort pour allez au restaurant avec deux copines Sylvie et Josette qui ont sensiblement le même âge que ma femme et qui travaillent dans la même boite, et ce pour fêter une promotion.
Ayant un match de football à la télé ce soir là je n’y prête que très peu d’attention.
Ses copines passeront la chercher vers 20h, elle s’est habillée très sexy : petite jupe noire qui lui arrive bien au dessus des genoux avec des bas dim up noir, chemisier ajouré blanc avec un large décolté qui laisse entrevoir un soutient gorge à balconnet rouge que je lui ai récemment offert.
Quand elle passe à coté de moi, je lui mets la main aux fesses, pour savoir si elle a mis le petit string qui va avec, eh bien oui.
Je la complimente, et lui fais remarquer qu’elle est bien sexy, elle me regarde en haussant les épaules, et me dis qu’elle sera de retour vers 23 h.
Un coup de klaxon, il est 20h, c’est ses copines, un petit bisou, et la voila parti.
Je regarde le match, ensuite je me couche, elle ne devrait pas trop tarder !
Il est 2 heures toujours pas de Bernadette, 2h30, une porte qui s’ouvre, elle rentre sans faire de bruit, je fais semblant de dormir, elle me rejoint, à ce moment je me tourne et passe une main sur ses fesses qui me paraissent un peu poisseuse, elle me dit : pas ce soir car je suis fatiguée !
Le lendemain, elle a de la peine à se réveiller, je lui demande à qu’elle heure elle est rentrée, vers 2 heure me dit elle, nous avons été boire le champagne chez Sylvie.
La semaine se passe, et le vendredi soir, elle me dit qu’elle va de nouveau avec ses amies au restaurant chez René, elle me promet qu’elle ne rentrera pas tard je ne dis rien, mais je veux en savoir plus.
Elles partent, je me prépare et je vais aller voir si elles mistert bien au restaurant.
Je laisse ma voiture un peu avant le restaurant, je m’avance à pied, connaissant assez bien l’endroit, discrètement je regarde, effectivement elles mistert à table, mais accompagnées par 3 hommes de type méditerranéen , bien plus jeune qu’elles, il est 10h, et ils prennent le café, ils ne vont pas tarder à partir.
Je décide de me cacher pour voir ce qu’ils vont faire.
Vers 10h 20 ils sortent bruyamment en plaisantant et chahutant, un des garçons passe la main sur les fesses de Sylvie qui ne bouge pas.
Ils partent, ma femme monte avec 2 garçons, et les deux autres filles avec l’autre gars, je rejoins ma voiture et les suis à distance, c’est d’autant plus facile qu’il fait nuit et qu’il n’y a pas de circulation.
Ils quittent la ville, et tournent dans un chemin forestier que je connais bien et pour cause en continuant ce chemin, j’ai une maimisternette qui me sert de rendez vous de chasse, j’ai compris !
Je gare ma voiture bien avant, attend un peu et continu à pieds, en arrivant, les 2 voitures mistert bien là, j’entends de la musique et discrètement je m’approche.
Dans la pièce principale, ils ont allumé la cheminée et ils dansent, ils n’ont pas perdu de temps, les filles mistert pratiquement nues, ma femme est en string plaquée contre mister cavalier qui lui lui caresse les fesses en dansant et en l'embrassant à pleine bouche, ses copines mistert elles aussi bien prises en main.
La musique s’arrête, les garçons abandonnent leurs cavalières, pas pour longtemps, ils reviennent avec 2 matelas pris dans les chambres qu’ils disposent au sol.
Ma femme apporte bouteilles de champagne et coupes, une fois la coupe avalée, les garçons ont envi de bien d’autre chose, je remarque qu'ils mistert assez bien membré et bandent bien.
Les filles s'installent sur les matelas, les 3 garçons les rejoignent, et finissent de les dénuder.
Ils commencent par prendre Bernadette en levrette pendant qu'elle suce un des lascars. Je vois cette belle queue pénétrer la petite minette de ma femme sans aucune difficulté, ses petits seins mistert torturés par les mains de celui qu'elle suce, ma femme gigote et crie sous les coups de queue des 2 mâles qui ne tardent pas à éjaculer dans sa bouche, et stupeur , elle avale tout.
Pour les remettre en forme, elle les suce, ils mistert rapidement d'attaque.
Ils décident maintenant de la prendre en double, je vois ce pénis assez long pénétrer progressivement, mais avec difficulté l'étroit conduit de mon épouse, elle se débat et tente de se dégager, mais ils la tiennent fermement et continuent leur pilonnage, une fois le passage fait, elle crie, mais là, je sais que c'est de plaisir
Je les regarde faire l’amour en changeant de partenaire pendant plus de 3 h, tout y est passé : sodomies, double pénétration etc., à la fin, les garçons ayant éjaculé au moins quatre fois, j'ai pu voir les trois filles se gouiner et se caresser devant les mâles qui ne pouvaient plus.
Ce n'est pas étonnant que Bernadette était fatiguée la semaine dernière en rentrant !
Je suis très surpris ce auquel je viens d’assister, et pourtant j’ai pris énormément de plaisir à les regarder, j’ai éjaculé 3 fois pendant ce spectacle auquel je viens d'assister….
Je suis rentré me coucher, une demi heure plus tard elle est rentrée, j’ai simulé un profond sommeil, j’ai cogité toute la nuit, entre l’envie de divorcer ou de me venger à ma façon.
Une prochaine fois je vous raconterais ma vengeance qui est vous pouvez me croire assez passionnante……

MA FEMME ET SON CHEF


Ceci s’est passé il y a quelques années.
Dans un précédent courrier, j’avais raconté comment j’avais surpris, ma femme Bernadette, jolie petite blonde en compagnie de ses camarades de travail entrain de faire l’amour.
J’avais fait part de leurs ébats, en les regardant, malgré la colère, j’avais pris du plaisir à les observer, et je n’avais rien dit à mon épouse.
Quelques temps plus tard, j’ai fait part à ma femme de ce que j’avais vu ce jour là.
Très surprise, elle avait tout d’abord nié, mais devant certaines précisions elle avait reconnu m’avoir trompé, elle m’avait juré qu’il n’y avait eu qu’une seule fois, qu’elle m’aimait et ne recommencerait plus.
Deux ans s’étaient écoulés paisiblement, la vie avait repris comme avant, jusqu’à ce mercredi après-midi où elle me téléphone, pour me dire qu’elle rentrerait tard, car elle avait une fin de mois assez difficile à boucler avec mister chef de service.
J’ai trouvé qu’elle avait une voix bizarre, et que la façon dont elle me présenta la chose, me laissa pensif, cela m’a paru un peu louche, en débauchant je décide donc de passer discrètement la voir à mister bureau.
Bernadette travaille dans une entreprise assez importante, elles mistert plus de trente secrétaires, elle a changé de chef de service depuis 4 mois.
D’après ses dires, c’est un homme de 40 ans, célibataire, assez sportif et assez grand, soit disant très séduisant, bien porté sur le sexe, il est vrai qu’avec toutes ces jeunes femmes, qu’il dirige !
La semaine dernière, mon épouse, m’a dit que la sous-chef de service partait à la retraite et que vu mister ancienneté, elle était pressentie pour la remplacer.
Cette place l’intéresse particulièrement, mister salaire sera doublé, et elle s’occupera de distribuer le travail, ainsi que de la gestion, du recrutement et de l’embauche de ces jeunes filles, secrétaires ou comptables.

J’arrive devant l’entreprise, les employés mistert entrain de débaucher, j’attends vingt minutes et je monte discrètement jusqu’à mister bureau, je connais parfaitement les lieux, pour y être venu assez souvent.
La porte du bureau est légèrement ouverte, il n’y a permisterne, j’entre, le bureau de mister chef est contigu au sien, la porte est entrebâillée, d’où s’échappe des bruits et des rires.
Je m’approche et regarde, je suis positionné de telle façon que je peux voir sans être vu.
Je suis cloué sur place, mister chef un grand et corpulent black est assis à mister bureau, sur ses genoux à califourchon, Bernadette, ils mistert entrain de s’embrasser fougueusement à pleine bouche, je devine les langues qui s’entremêlent.
Son partenaire, a passé ses larges mains qu’il promène sous le petit haut de ma femme qui pousse de petits cris, sa jupe est relevé, je peux voir mister petit slip.
Bernard, c’est mister nom dénude le haut de sa partenaire, il suce goulûment ses petits seins et descend ses mains vers l’entrecuisse bien écarté de ma femme.
Que faire ? Entrer dans le bureau, et provoquer un scandale, ma femme perdra à coup sûr mister travail, ce n’est pas le moment car nous avons besoin de mister salaire.
La main de Bernard est maintenant dans la petite culotte de mon épouse qui ouvre bien grand ses cuisses tout en gloussant de plaisir, il écarte maintenant le petit slip en dentelle rouge, et pénètre avec un de ses doigt, sans aucune difficulté la petite chatte bien lubrifiée de ma chérie.
J’observe avec colère ce gros doigt coulisser dans la petite moulette bien ouverte de ma femme qui en couine de plaisir.

Au bout d’un certain temps, il soulève sa partenaire, et la dépose devant lui, il se lève et ôte mister pantalon et mister slip.
Je suis stupéfait par ce que je vois, il a un sexe hors norme, assez gros, et surtout très long, il avoisine les vingt centimètres.
Je ne vois pas la tête de mon épouse, mais elle doit être très surprise, elle qui a une petite minette très étroite, cela va lui faire tout drôle d’être pénétrer par une aussi longue et grosse bite.
Il se remet dans mister fauteuil, il la fait mettre à genoux et lui intime l’ordre de le masturber, ensuite, il prend sa tête avec ses mains et la rapproche de mister sexe, elle le lèche, mais ce qu’il souhaite c’est autre chose.
Elle a de la peine à absorber un tel engin, il la power, elle hoquète et manque à plusieurs reprises de s’étouffer.
Passé ce supplice, il la dénude entièrement, la positionne dans mister fauteuil cuisses bien ouvertes et relevées assez haut, il entreprend de lui manger mister petit abricot qui de part sa position est bien ouvert, il la lèche sans ménagement avec mister épaisse langue, mordille mister clito, enfonce sa langue dans l’intimité juteuse de sa partenaire qui est toute rouge et qui halète et transpire sous ses caresses.
A un moment, je vois ma femme se raidir et trembler de tout mister corps, elle vient de jouir, il plonge sa langue à la rencontre le la jouissance de Bernadette.
Il ne va pas être déçu, car d’ordinaire, elle mouille abondamment.
Elle a du mal à reprendre ses esprits tant cela a été violent.

Il finit de se dénuder, la prend par les hanches et la positionne sur mister bureau, cuisses bien ouvertes.
C’est vrai que c’est un bel homme bien musclé, ma petite femme, toute fine parait bien frêle comparé à mister partenaire.
Il positionne mister gros gland à l’entrée de la petite moule bien ouverte et toute juteuse de mouille, Bernadette anxieuse, se met sur ses coudes pour suivre cette pénétration qui devrait s’avérer assez juste et surtout assez laborieuse, vu l’étroite minette de mon épouse.
Le gland avance lentement se frayant un passage en écartant les lèvres, il est stoppé dans sa progression, la petite vulve, grande ouverte, et bien lubrifiée ne peut absorber un tel intrus, il pousse, ma femme grimace et se mord les lèvres, Bernard prend Bernadette par les hanches et donne un coup sec qui a pour effet de franchir la porte, mon épouse pousse un cri, étouffé par un profond baiser.
Aucun des deux amants n’ose bouger, puis je vois la queue s’enfoncer lentement pour se bloquer au deux tiers de sa longueur bien encrée au plus profond de mister vagin.
Bernadette transpire et halète fortement sous les assauts répétés de mister amant.
Je suis impressionné de voir cette bite coulisser tel un piston bien huilé à l’intérieur de l’intimité de mon épouse qui gesticule et s’écarte au maximum.
Il positionne les jambes de mon épouse sur ses épaules, écartant et pénétrant encore plus profond sa chatte, elle souffle et a des difficultés pour respirer, sa bouche est grande ouverte.
Etre aussi bien prise, par une aussi grosse et longue queue, sentant venir le plaisir, je la vois se raidir, agripper mister amant, en le griffant, elle crie sa jouissance sous les poussées de mister chef, qui n’a qu’une idée, faire pénétrer mister sexe entièrement.
Malgré tous ses efforts, la grotte intime de ma femme ne peut avaler cette queue.

Il se retire enfin de l’abricot bien fendu et tout juteux, il prend sa partenaire par les hanches et la positionne sur le canapé pour la prendre en levrette, Bernadette bien écartée et cambrée au maximum n’attend que la pénétration.
Il la prend et la besogne activement, arrachant un cri à mon épouse à chaque fois qu’il percute le fond de mister vagin tout dégoulinant de jouissance.
Cette bite toute luisante se retire et se positionne maintenant devant l’anus dilaté de sa secrétaire, avec ses mains, ma femme écarte ses fesses au maximum, Bernard en profite pour y planter mister doigt qu’il fait coulisser aisément...
Il faut dire que mon épouse est une adepte de la sodomie, elle possède de nombreux godes et plug assez imposant qu’elle s’enfile régulièrement, bien souvent il lui arrive de partir travailler un petit plug dans l’anus, et le garde une bonne partie de la journée.
De ce côté là je sais qu’elle supportera et appréciera cette belle queue, il n’a aucune difficulté à la pénétrer sous les encouragements assez crus de ma femme.
Bernadette trémousse mister petit cul pour qu’il la pénètre entièrement, mais elle est bien trop longue, Bernard la besogne sans ménagement, au bout d’un moment, il éjacule longuement et crie sa jouissance, après un cours instant sans bouger, il retire mister membre tout luisant et maculé de sperme et d’excréments.
Il lui a mis une belle dose, car de mister petit trou s’échappe un filet de sperme assez abondant.
Les deux amants s’enlacent, en se soudant dans un profond baiser, leurs corps tout transpirant mistert impressionnants à voir.
Ils se dirigent vers la douche en riant et en s’embrassant.
J’en profite pour m’éclipser, jaloux et vexé d’avoir vu ma femme jouir aussi fortement et prendre autant de plaisir sous les caresses et les pénétrations de mister amant.
De retour à la maimister, j’ai attendu Bernadette qui arrive un peu plus d’une heure après, il est aux environ de minuit.
A mister arrivée, elle m’embrasse, je lui mets la main sur les fesses, elle me repousse vivement, me disant qu’elle a eu une journée fatiguant, j’en suis convaincu ….si elle savait !
Je lui en ai parlé un mois plus tard, elle m’avoua que c’était dans le contrat que mister chef lui avait proposé pour avoir le poste qu’elle convoitait, et qu’elle l’a obtenu.
Son chef selon ses dires, ne lui a jamais plus fait l’amour, quelques baisers ou attouchements, il est vrai qu’il n’a que l’embarras du choix autour de lui.
Je vous raconterais un autre épisode qui a suivi, car mon épouse de par mister poste était devenue responsable du recrutement, et en fait, dans cette affaire j’ai eu quelques compensations …..

Tout bon, merci d'avance pour la suite

Surpris et puni par 2 inconnus


Célibataire depuis plusieurs années, j'avais découvert le plaisir de me déshabiller dans les bois et de me masturber en m'éloignant de mes affaires. je ne sais pas pourquoi, mais cela m'excitait incroyablement. J'avais toujours peur de me faire surprendre, et je prenais les précautions de faire ça dans des endroits assez discrets.
Un jour, dans un bois que je ne connaissais pas, je commence à me déshabiller en jetant mes habits assez loin, avec l'idée, si j'étais surpris, de ne pas pouvoir me rhabiller rapidement. Cela me générait une sensation démente. Tout en ne gardant que mon slip, je commençais une masturbation lente.
Je n'ai pas entendu que 2 gars arrivaient derrière moi.
Trop tard pour récupérer mes habits je me suis mis à paniquer. Et ils m'ont vu, à moitié à poil avec uniquement mon slip qui cachait à peine mon érection.
Regarde, dit l'un des deux gars, il y a un PD qui joue l'exhibitionniste ! Arrivés à ma hauteur, je me cachais un peu avec les mains.
Enlève tes mains me dit l'autre, qu'on voit à quoi ça ressemble une bite de PD.
"Mais je ne suis pas un PD rétorquais-je" je suis célibataire, et m'excite sans déranger les autres. Je suis désolé d'avoir été surpris, je ne vous avais pas entendu arriver !
Mais bien sur !!! C'est ça, on va te croire ! Et en mettant sa main sur sa braguette, il me dit, tu dois aimer tailler des pipes ?
" Mais pas du tout, vous êtes débiles ! "
Allez, mets toi à genoux, t'auras l'occasion de t'exciter !
Je cherchais des yeux mes habits, et l'autre s'en aperçu : Non, non, reste là, tu ne vas pas t'en sortir comme ça !
A genoux, répète le second !
Sur ce, il me prend les bras et m'entraîne près d'un arbre ; En me faisant passer les bras autour du tronc il m'attache les mains, et je me trouve ainsi primisternier de cet arbre.
Il me baisse le slip jusqu'aux genoux et dit à mister copain : on va le fouetter comme une chienne.
L'autre commence à cueillir des rameaux et s'approchant de moi il entame une flagellation en règle. J'avais une honte incroyable d'être abusé par ses deux gars, à poil en plein forêt, à leur merci. Mais en même temps cela m'excitait car j'ai commencé à bander !
Non mais regarde, il bande dit celui qui regardait la scène!
Il aime ça, j'en étais sur que c'était un PD qui allait aimer ça !
Mais non dis-je, je ne sais pas pourquoi ça m'arrive !
Pendant ce temps, l'autre était allé cueillir des orties, et en s'approchant, il me dit : Alors tu nous suces ou on passe à plus marrant ?
Mais arrêtez, leur criais-je ! C'est dégueulasse de profiter de la situation !
La dessus, il me saisi la bite et en tirant il me décalotte entièrement le gland. Voila, là tu vas sentir un peu mieux mes caresses ! il prend le bouquet d'orties et commence à m'en frotter les fesses, les couilles et puis toute la bite. C'était horrible, j'étais piqué et rouge de partout, mais je n'arrivais toujours pas à débander ! L'horreur !
L'autre est allé en chercher également et se mis également à me frotter en insistant avec plus d'ardeur sur mon gland.
Alors tu nous suces ou on continue ?
Oui, O.K. je vous suce !
Bon te voila sérieux ! Détaches le dit le plus âgé, et toi ne fais pas le con sinon, ça va être ta fête !!
Je me suis à genoux et un des deux se mettant devant moi baisse mister pantalon et mister slip et dit : à toi de jouer, fais-toi plaisir, tu dois aimer le sperme, j'en suis sur !
Je n'avais jamais fait de pipe, et j'ai commencé en essayant de faire de mon mieux !
Mais elle est bonne ta bouche, dis-moi que t'aime la bite, allez dis le !
Oui, je lui dit, j'aime ta bite !
Et mon sperme, tu vas l'aimer ! je vais décharger et me vider les couilles et t'as intérêt à tout avaler comme une salope ! La dessus, j'ai senti qu'il se contractait et plusieurs giclées mistert venues s'écraser au fond de ma gorge. J'ai du tout avaler, un peu écoeuré. L'autre a pris la place aussitôt ! et j'ai repris une seconde pipe.
A peine deux minutes et le second s'est également vidé dans ma bouche. J'ai encore tout avalé.
Le problème est que je bandais toujours et le premier s'en est aperçu. Et après il va nous dire qu'il a pas aimé ? Hein salope, t'aimes la bite ? Rattache-le dos à l'arbre, les jambes également, on va le aire jouir aussi !
Ils ont repris les bouquets d'orties et se mistert mis tous les deux à me frotter la bite et les couilles, comme des dingues. Ca me brulait affreusement, mais vulgarement je me suis mis à jouir comme un dingue.
Un des deux gars avait sorti mister portable et avait pris des photos de moi en train de jouir bêtement.
Demain à la même heure, d'accord ? sinon on va placarder ces photos dans les hameaux du coin où tu dois être connu !
Tu viendras à la même heure, habillé en nana avec jupe, string et porte-jarretelles !
Mais vous êtes dingues !
C'est toi qui vois et la dessus ils mistert partis en me laissant à poil attaché à l'arbre.

Mes deux agresseurs partis, je restais nu attaché à l'arbre et je constatais fort heureusement que mes liens étaient très sommaires et je pus assez facilement me détacher de l'arbre.
J'avais les fesses et la bite en feu après cette éjaculation incroyable sous cette fessée donnée avec des orties.
Je rassemblais mes habits et les passais rapidement, et rentrais chez moi, honteux de ce qui venait de se passer.
Quelque part, j'avais souvent rêvé de ce genre de scénario sans l'espérer vraiment.
Mais j'avais joui comme un dingue d'avoir été ainsi violé en plein bois ! J'avais été forcé à tailler 2 pipes à des inconnus, qui plus est, ils m'imposaient par les photos à me soumettre à nouveau à leur futurs caprices.
Après cette aventure pleine d'émotions je me demandais vraiment ce que j'allais faire le lendemain : y aller ou pas au risque de voir affichées ces photos pour le moins embarrassantes ? Qu'est-ce qui m'attendait si je revenais le lendemain déguisé en femme ? j'étais inquiet mais également un peu excité !
Dans le doute, le lendemain trouvant des vêtements qui me restaient de mon ex, je les passais devant un miroir : jupe fendue, string, bas et porte-jarretelles. J'étais ridicule ainsi déguisé ! j'allais powerment les exciter et je craignais le pire !
Je prenais ma voiture, et à l'heure prévue je me rendais dans le bois à l'endroit de mon viol. Je me garais un peu à l'écart, et surveillant que permisterne ne m'avait vu, je pénétrais entre les arbres, plus qu'inquiet.
Permisterne ! tant mieux, ils m'avaient probablement menacé par jeu ! Je m'apprêtais à faire demi-tour quand j'entendis une voiture s'arrêter ! Non ! c'est pas vrai ! j'en tremblais !
Ça allait recommencer ! je reconnus la voix de mes deux agresseurs qui bavardaient ainsi qu'un chien qui jappait !
J'étais tenté de fuir, mais à quoi bon ? j'étais pris dans leur piège. Et j'entendis : elle est où la petite salope ?
J'osais : je suis là !! et je sortis de derrière l'arbre où je m'étais dissimulé.
Ah, regarde comme elle est mignonne dit un des deux gars, j'étais sûr qu'elle en voulait encore ! elle a aimé la bite cette garce, et on va lui en donner !
Mais je ne suis là que parce que vous m'y obliger !
Allez approche-toi coquine, et montre-nous tes dessous. J'écartais les pans de la jupe fendue montrant les dessous que j'avais enfilés.
Oh la salope ! une vraie salope ! approche-toi !
Je m'approchais contre ma volonté et le plus près commença à me caresser les fesses. Il effleura ma bite mais s'aperçu tout de même que je bandais, hélas !
Non mais, elle est déjà tout excitée cette chienne.
Viens voir Max dit-il en s'adressant à mister chien, va la renifler ! Le berger allemand s'approcha et passant mister museau sous ma jupe vient sentir mon sexe. Je voulais m'écarter mais le deuxième lascar me saisit les bras et m'attacha à l'arbre comme la dernière fois, bras et jambes autour du tronc.
Le chien s'approcha à nouveau, un peu aidé par l'autre et j'ai senti qu'il commençait à me lécher, visiblement excité.
Son maitre s'approcha de moi, me fit descendre la culotte et là le chien se mit à me lécher la bite comme un dingue.
En 30 secondes je me mis à jouir vulgarement sous les coups de langue du chien qui me lécha jusqu'au bout.
Il est bon mon chien hein ? oui, très bon ! mais maintenant c'est à ton tour ! J'avoue que je ne comprenais pas vraiment ou plutôt que je ne voulais pas saisir le sens de sa remarque.
Allez, on va te détacher les mains, tu vas te mettre à genoux et le sucer !
Non mais vous êtes fous !
L'autre prenait à nouveau des photos ! Il me détacha les mains et appuyant sur ma tête, je me suis retrouvé à genoux.
Le chien vint se frotter à moi et écartant une patte arrière, il m'urina sur le visage ! puis s'approcha et me présenta sa queue ! Tu veux qu'il te pisse encore dessus où tu le suces salope ?
Je ne savais plus quoi faire, mais j'ouvris la bouche et pris la queue du chien entre mes lèvres. Et toujours ces photos ! Allez pompe-le bien, il le mérite après la pipe qu'il vient de te faire ?
Je croyais que le chien allait me décharger dans la bouche, mais en fait il se retira à la demande de mister maitre.
Et celui-ci pris la place !
Je préférais tout de même ! Mais l'autre gars me releva la jupe et j'ai senti que le chien me montait dessus. Je tentais de bouger, j'allais quand même pas me faire enculer par le chien ! Hélas, le chien me bloqua aider de l'autre gars et j'ai senti qu'il me pénétrait.
Je suçais le maitre et me faisais baiser par le chien ! L' horreur totale ! Il me défonçais comme un fou et je sentis en grognant qu'il déchargeait tout mister sperme dans mon cul, en même temps que mister maitre.
Je venais de me faire enculer par un chien !! et il revint devant moi pour que je le suce à nouveau pendant que l'autre gars me pénétrait à nouveau le cul.

Ma femme Bernadette me trompe


Cette histoire s’est passée il y a environ deux ans.
Moi Eric, marié à Bernadette, petite blonde assez fine, coquette avec de jolis petits seins.
Notre vie de couple est sexuellement dans la moyenne.
Ma femme travaille comme secrétaire dans une importante entreprise de la région.
Un vendredi soir elle m’annonce qu’elle sort pour allez au restaurant avec deux copines Sylvie et Josette qui ont sensiblement le même âge que ma femme et qui travaillent dans la même boite, et ce pour fêter une promotion.
Ayant un match de football à la télé ce soir là je n’y prête que très peu d’attention.
Ses copines passeront la chercher vers 20h, elle s’est habillée très sexy : petite jupe noire qui lui arrive bien au dessus des genoux avec des bas dim up noir, chemisier ajouré blanc avec un large décolté qui laisse entrevoir un soutient gorge à balconnet rouge que je lui ai récemment offert.
Quand elle passe à coté de moi, je lui mets la main aux fesses, pour savoir si elle a mis le petit string qui va avec, eh bien oui.
Je la complimente, et lui fais remarquer qu’elle est bien sexy, elle me regarde en haussant les épaules, et me dis qu’elle sera de retour vers 23 h.
Un coup de klaxon, il est 20h, c’est ses copines, un petit bisou, et la voila parti.
Je regarde le match, ensuite je me couche, elle ne devrait pas trop tarder !
Il est 2 heures toujours pas de Bernadette, 2h30, une porte qui s’ouvre, elle rentre sans faire de bruit, je fais semblant de dormir, elle me rejoint, à ce moment je me tourne et passe une main sur ses fesses qui me paraissent un peu poisseuse, elle me dit : pas ce soir car je suis fatiguée !
Le lendemain, elle a de la peine à se réveiller, je lui demande à qu’elle heure elle est rentrée, vers 2 heure me dit elle, nous avons été boire le champagne chez Sylvie.
La semaine se passe, et le vendredi soir, elle me dit qu’elle va de nouveau avec ses amies au restaurant chez René, elle me promet qu’elle ne rentrera pas tard je ne dis rien, mais je veux en savoir plus.
Elles partent, je me prépare et je vais aller voir si elles mistert bien au restaurant.
Je laisse ma voiture un peu avant le restaurant, je m’avance à pied, connaissant assez bien l’endroit, discrètement je regarde, effectivement elles mistert à table, mais accompagnées par 3 hommes de type méditerranéen , bien plus jeune qu’elles, il est 10h, et ils prennent le café, ils ne vont pas tarder à partir.
Je décide de me cacher pour voir ce qu’ils vont faire.
Vers 10h 20 ils sortent bruyamment en plaisantant et chahutant, un des garçons passe la main sur les fesses de Sylvie qui ne bouge pas.
Ils partent, ma femme monte avec 2 garçons, et les deux autres filles avec l’autre gars, je rejoins ma voiture et les suis à distance, c’est d’autant plus facile qu’il fait nuit et qu’il n’y a pas de circulation.
Ils quittent la ville, et tournent dans un chemin forestier que je connais bien et pour cause en continuant ce chemin, j’ai une maimisternette qui me sert de rendez vous de chasse, j’ai compris !
Je gare ma voiture bien avant, attend un peu et continu à pieds, en arrivant, les 2 voitures mistert bien là, j’entends de la musique et discrètement je m’approche.
Dans la pièce principale, ils ont allumé la cheminée et ils dansent, ils n’ont pas perdu de temps, les filles mistert pratiquement nues, ma femme est en string plaquée contre mister cavalier qui lui lui caresse les fesses en dansant et en l'embrassant à pleine bouche, ses copines mistert elles aussi bien prises en main.
La musique s’arrête, les garçons abandonnent leurs cavalières, pas pour longtemps, ils reviennent avec 2 matelas pris dans les chambres qu’ils disposent au sol.
Ma femme apporte bouteilles de champagne et coupes, une fois la coupe avalée, les garçons ont envi de bien d’autre chose, je remarque qu'ils mistert assez bien membré et bandent bien.
Les filles s'installent sur les matelas, les 3 garçons les rejoignent, et finissent de les dénuder.
Ils commencent par prendre Bernadette en levrette pendant qu'elle suce un des lascars. Je vois cette belle queue pénétrer la petite minette de ma femme sans aucune difficulté, ses petits seins mistert torturés par les mains de celui qu'elle suce, ma femme gigote et crie sous les coups de queue des 2 mâles qui ne tardent pas à éjaculer dans sa bouche, et stupeur , elle avale tout.
Pour les remettre en forme, elle les suce, ils mistert rapidement d'attaque.
Ils décident maintenant de la prendre en double, je vois ce pénis assez long pénétrer progressivement, mais avec difficulté l'étroit conduit de mon épouse, elle se débat et tente de se dégager, mais ils la tiennent fermement et continuent leur pilonnage, une fois le passage fait, elle crie, mais là, je sais que c'est de plaisir
Je les regarde faire l’amour en changeant de partenaire pendant plus de 3 h, tout y est passé : sodomies, double pénétration etc., à la fin, les garçons ayant éjaculé au moins quatre fois, j'ai pu voir les trois filles se gouiner et se caresser devant les mâles qui ne pouvaient plus.
Ce n'est pas étonnant que Bernadette était fatiguée la semaine dernière en rentrant !
Je suis très surpris ce auquel je viens d’assister, et pourtant j’ai pris énormément de plaisir à les regarder, j’ai éjaculé 3 fois pendant ce spectacle auquel je viens d'assister….
Je suis rentré me coucher, une demi heure plus tard elle est rentrée, j’ai simulé un profond sommeil, j’ai cogité toute la nuit, entre l’envie de divorcer ou de me venger à ma façon.
Une prochaine fois je vous raconterais ma vengeance qui est vous pouvez me croire assez passionnante……

le reportage tourne à une délicieuse soumission


A quatre pattes devant elle j'entreprenais de lécher mister pied gauche, dont j'avais au préalable retiré la mule. Elle souriait d'un regard carnassier et m'encourageait en disant "lèches bien,lustres bien mes ongles rouges!" Son pied dégageait une légère odeur de transpiration. Je durcissais lentement, mais surement. Je me demandais si j'étais en plein rêve où si la chance et le fait que j'avais contenté la jeune marocaine vendeuse de lingerie, m'avait valu la publicité qui me faisait me retrouver aux pieds de la délicieuse Mélanie. Elle me fit relever "fouts-toi à poil conasse" .Je me déshabillais en me demandant jusqu'où cette histoire, allait me mener et jusqu'où, j'étais moi même prêt à aller. Lorsque je fus nu , elle m'intima:"approches-toi, là devant la coiffeuse,on va voir si ton corps est réactif, en particulier tes tétons " Elle prit alors la houpette en cygne qu'elle laissa glisser sur mon torse. La sensation était exquise et double.D'une part la caresse était électrisante et d'autre part la poudre sur la houpette avait un délicieux parfum. Ma verge était dure et cela se voyait. Elle remonta alors passant sur mon visage, puis derrière le lobe de mes oreilles. Elle avait mes yeux dans ses yeux et jouissait d'une contrôle que ses manipulations avaient sur moi. "enfiles ses bas!" Elle tendit alors des bas de soie crème, que j'enfilais délicatement pour ne pas les filer. "approche ta bouche que j'y mette du rouge à lèvres" Elle m'enduisait les lèvres de rouge. Intérieurement , je me sentais de moins en moins mâle et de plus en plus "femelle", la soumission m'excitait. A ce moment précis je voulais m'abandonner totalement à cette femme, lui donner tout pouvoir sur moi."Mets cette perruque maintenant!" Un carré blond, dans le reflet du miroir, je voyais une catin blonde exécuter des gestes de manières gourde..."Un peu de parfum, sur ton cou. Angel,tu aimes...Maintenant, mets toi à quatre pattes, cambres-toi. Tu as un jolie petit cul de salope. Aïcha, m'a dit qu'elle t'avait fait perdre ta virginité anale et que tu avais aimé ça, répond!" "oui, madame" ai-je répondu d'une voix veule. Elle enfila alors un gant de latex, pris une bouteille d'huile et commença de faire passer la pulpe de mister majeur sur ma raie. Je frismisternais de nouveau. Elle laissa couler goutes à goutes sur mes fesses mister majeur s'introduisit dans mon rectum. Avec l'huile, il glissait bien. Elle tournait. Et moi,moi, je commençait d'onduler mon bassin comme une invites à aller plus loin, plus profondément en moi..."Ne t'inquiètes-pas,d'ici peu je serais en toi, je te posséderai comme jamais on ne t'a possédé!" Deux doigts plus tard, elle fut convaincu que j'étais prêt à la recevoir. Mais pour en être sur elle tendit un petit flacon en disant "respires , c'est du poppers". Je m'appliquais à respirer la sensation fut troublante ça montait dans tête et ma rosette s'ouvrait. Elle en profita pour pointer mister gland factice à l'entrée et le pénétrer. Bien préparé, le god rentra sans peine. Je sentais aussi le haut de ses cuisses chaudes se frotter à moi. Elle me sodomisa en cadence pendant 15 bonnes minutes alternant les insultes, et des compliments que l'on ferait à une fille. C'était trop bon. Le plaisir monta m'envahissant de l'intérieur. Je disais "vas-y prend-moi!Je suis ta salope, ta pute. Fais de moi ce que tu veux...Mais la séance ne faisait que commencer...

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Bullcuckolds brownie Detail

Day 1
This is bullcuckolds brownie. I can’t believe they fuckin’ ordered us to record stuff in here everyday and listen to some damn new age tapes. This is the army for fuck sake. Well, I’m not editing any of this crap. They want to know what’s going on in my head. I’ll fuckin’ tell you right here. But whoever reads this, if you think I’m just gonna go along with the program and write down every fucking thing that happens around here, it ain’t gonna happen. I don’t mind telling you what I think about this. It sucks and we shouldn’t be ordered to submit these damn reports, but since we are, don’t expect much more than me ranting about what a cuckolds brownie detail we got stuck with.

Day 2
Don’t know why I was so upset about this yesterday. I actually enjoyed listening to the tapes and find them to be very relaxing. I went in to see the Dr. this morning and he explained to me that he needed to stick a rod up my ass for some kind of examination. Of course, I wasn’t too happy about that. But the Doc is my superior officer and I’d been ordered to obey him so I dropped my pants and let him do it. That’s when he injected me with some kind of have. After that I understood completely that for the good of my men I should be much more cooperative and agreeable. I realized that not only was it my duty to obey the Doc’s orders, but I should never question any of his commands. That I could trust the Doc and whatever he ordered me or my men to do, was fine by me. Even more than that, I felt an inner yearning to please the man and make him proud of myself and my men. The Doc even said we could record our sexual fantasies in here, if we wanted. I’d never go that far. Unless, of course, he ordered me to. I mean, a guy has to have some privacy, right?

Day 3
I realized today that I’m just being a prude. If the Doc thinks it will help his project for us to share our sexual fantasies in these reports, then I’m all for it. Funny thing though, lately I’ve been wondering what it would be like to do it with another guy. I even caught myself daydreaming about Saunders this morning when he came into the shower. That man sure does have a big dick! Of course, I noticed that before, but when I saw it today, I felt like I wanted to kneel down before the man’s huge piece of meat and worship the man by licking the head of his cock. I imagined that he out ranked me and ordered me to suck his dick and then when I saw his muscular ass, I fantasized that he bent over and ordered me to lick his asshole clean like I was his fucking sex slave. The sight of his hairy ass was such a turn-on, that I sprouted a boner right there in the shower. For a moment I thought I saw a look of lust in Saunders’ eyes as he caught sight of my erection, but then I turned away kind of embarrassed. There’s no way I’d really do anything with another guy. I’m not a fucking faggot that’s for damn sure!

Another thing I feel I should mention is that I’ve noticed a change in my permisteral hygiene. I’ve come to realize that it’s really not necessary to use soap in the shower anymore. I think a man should smell like a man, not some fucking flower. So what if I start to stink. I think the smell of sweat is kind of arousing anyway. In fact, I don’t think I’ll bother changing my underwear anymore either. They’ll probably start to stink of piss and cuckolds brownie but do you think I care? Hell no. Only queers keep their undies smelling all April fresh and I sure as hell ain’t no queer.

Day 4
I caught Lakewood and Robertmister getting it on last night. They were in the John. Lakewood was obligation on Robertmister’s huge sausage. Man is that guy ever hung! It made me wonder what it would be like to take a dick that size up my fucking ass. Of course, I had to reprimand the both of them. We have to have discipline around here! I sat down on the toilet and ordered Lakewood to bend over my lap so I could give him a good spanking. I told Robertmister to stand there and watch and warned him that he was next. Man. It sure felt good swatting that man’s naked behind. I wondered if Lakewood felt the erection in my pants as I tanned his fine hairy ass. Once Lakewood’s ass cheeks were nice and rosy, I ordered Robertmister to assume the same position. Fuck! My dick was sure leaking some juice as I spanked his young ass. I could feel Robertmister’s big dick staying hard the entire time I smacked him. Made me think he was enjoying it just as much as I was.

And another thing. When I was in the toilet today, I suddenly realized how unnecessary it is to wipe my ass after taking a cuckolds brownie. I mean that’s what underwear is for. To soak up all the piss and cuckolds brownie that’s left behind after hitting the head. My underwear is already starting to stink to high heaven. And you know what the funny thing is? I took them off tonight just to take a good look at them, but after doing so, I found I couldn’t resist pressing them to my nose. The stinky smell of em was so damn erotic, that I couldn’t stop sniffing them as I jerked off. Man, I never knew the smell of my piss and cuckolds brownie could make me so damn fucking horny. That’s one of the best ideas I’ve ever had not wiping my ass after taking a dump! The skid marks on the seat of my white briefs are dark brown and extra smelly, just the way I like it. Damn. Just the thought of my stinky shorts is turning me on again. I’m gonna have to take em off again and put them on over my head so I can whack off again right now!

Day 5
I’m finding it hard to resist ordering my men to line up naked so that I can ogle their manly dicks and their tight hairy asses. The desire to suck each one of their cocks and stick my tongue up each of their assholes just seems to be getting stronger and stronger. Fuck! I’m even having fantasies now about lifting my legs and having every one of my men pound me in the ass and fuck my brains out. I’m gonna fucking talk to the Doc about this tomorrow. I’m sure he can tell me what the fuck is wrong with me and why I can’t stop thinking about having sex with my fucking men.

Day 6
I saw the Doc today and at first he seemed to be genuinely concerned about the feelings I’d been experiencing. It seemed strange to me though, that he said he needed to examine my asshole to get to the bottom of it. Still, there was no way that I was going to question the Doc. I had complete confidence in his abilities. If he wanted me to drop trou and bend over, then that was what I was going to do.

Once I’d presented my ass to him, he began to stretch and lubricate my hole right away. He kept telling me that I needed to relax and open up more. I must admit it felt awfully good having the Doc touching my butt. I’m sure he noticed that he was giving me an erection. The next minute I felt the head of his dick pressing into my asshole. The thought of having the Doc fuck my butt had crossed my mind and I must have had one dumb ass smile on my face as I felt the Doc stick his own 8-inch monster dick deep into my ass and begin fucking me like crazy.

While the Doc was fucking my brains out he explained to me that I was responding beautifully to the treatment and the intense need to have sex with men was perfectly normal. In fact, as soon as he was through fucking me, he encouraged me to gather my troop and order them to do all the things that I had been fantasizing about. He told me that all my men were responding to the treatments even better than I was and that he’d already fucked every one of them up the ass. I was the last one! I have to say that I really enjoyed the Doc fucking me over like he did. There’s no way I could resist that big dick of his. Whenever he wants to fuck my mouth or my ass, I’m sure as hell ready for it.

Day 7
I sure felt better after my visit to the Doc yesterday. Boy, he sure does have a way of explaining things that makes me feel good. Well, even though my ass was pretty sore from the pounding the Doc had given me, I couldn’t shake the urge the rest of the day to have every one of my men fuck me in the butt. So, last night, I decided to spring a surprise inspection on my men. Only I was the one who was surprised!

When I entered the barracks and turned on the light, I saw that practically all of the guys were relaxing with each other. Most were two to a bunk and some of the men were giving head. I yelled at them to line up and some of them scramred to pull their trunks up as they got into line. That’s when I let them have it. I told them that I was not going to tolerate their bad behavior and that they were all going to have to make it up to me. I shouted for them all to drop their drawers. They seemed kind of scared about this, but soon complied. Seeing their dicks hanging down before them as they stood at attention was driving me wild with lust. So, I demanded that they all remain at attention while I inspected their cocks. Then one by one, I kneeled down before each man and sucked on his dick a few times. When I’d finished, every man in the room had an erection including me.

“Now men. I need to inspect every one of your asses. And if I find them the least bit clean, they’ll be hell to pay.” I figured that if they had been conditioned by the Doc the way I had, they’d stopped wiping their asses after taking a cuckolds brownie days ago and no longer soaped up down there when they showered. My assumption was confirmed when I stuck my tongue up Robertmister’s butt. His ass reeked of cuckolds brownie and sweat and this just made me get even more aroused and want to lick his asshole even more.

After literally licking the cuckolds brownie out of my men’s assholes, I then ordered them to line up behind me. I bent over one of the bunks and commanded my men to fuck me up the ass one after the other. Once they had shot their hot load in my butt, they could go back to bed. So, I got fucked in the ass twelves times last night and boy is my butt sore now. But everytime I feel the pain, it reminds me of getting fucked by one of my men and makes me feel horny all over again. Well, it’s time for another visit to the Doc. I wonder if he’ll fuck me in the ass again. I feel so fucked up, that maybe a good fuck would help straighten me out.

Day 8
My session with the Doc went well. Not only did he fuck me real good and hard up the ass, but while he was doing it, he explained to me how important it was that I take a golden shower everyday. How it would improve the moral of my men to have them gather around me, piss all over me and use me like a fucking urinal. As the Doc fucked my ass, I couldn’t help but fantasize about all of my men standing there buck naked pissing on me in the shower.

Later that day, my fantasy became reality as I ordered my men into the shower and to take a piss on their commanding officer. After I had been completely soaked with hot man piss, each of my men began jerking off and soon I was covered in their hot creamy spunk as well. Of course, this made me so fucking hot I had to shoot my own hot load right then and there onto the shower room floor. I’ve never felt so proud of my men and the way they have performed in the last few days.

Day 9
I went to the officer’s club and met with a few friends of mine just like the Doc told me to. I really talked up the performance of my regiment and let them know about the tapes and how they’ve really gotten my men into shape. A couple of them must have seen the change in my attitude and asked me if I’d tried the tapes myself. I admitted that I had and that the results in my own life were amazing and that they should try out the tapes for themselves. I assured them that it would really motivate them to pursue their goals with gusto and that they would see a definite change in only a few days. Even less if they went to see the Doc.

Brock and Wilmister looked at each other and then each of them took a copy of the tapes. I recall Brock saying, “Wouldn’t hurt to give em a try.” I just smiled as I thought about what a pain in the ass the Doc had become ever since I’d starting listening to the tapes. Of course, the pain of taking his dick up my ass is nothing compared to the pleasure I get when he fucks me.

That reminds me, I’m due for another ass fuck. The Doc said it was important that he implant some new instructions into my brain. That’s become my favorite part of getting fucked by him now. I really get off on the way he fucking controls me and powers me to think whatever he tells me to think. He can make me cum on command and I love it when he makes me cum repeatedly. It’s like he gets me high and keeps me there for a fucking long time.

Day 10
As the Doc fucked me yesterday, he explained to me that I would have to start wearing a special butt plug. He wanted me to stick it up my ass whenever I put my clothes on and only take it out when I needed to cuckolds brownie or I was going to be fucked by another guy.

After he’d finished fucking me, he showed me the flesh colored plug that he was going to insert into my ass. It was shaped like a light bulb with a large round head and a flat base to prevent it from going all the way inside. After getting fucked, my butt hole accepted the object fairly easily. Then the Doc took out the remote control device. He explained that the plug was filled with a have and that just by pressing a button on the remote control, some of the have would spurt into my butt and immediately shoot waves of ecstacy through my brain. He wanted to be able to give me an orgasm whenever he felt like it. I thought he was going to try it out, but he said he would later and had me get completely dressed with the butt plug firmly in place.

As I thanked him and headed for the door, I felt the plug contract and something shoot up inside me. Right away, I felt tremendously horny. My dick rapidly became erect and it seemed like I only had enough time to grab my crotch before I felt my dick release its cum right into my underwear. It happened so fast and with such intensity, that it took me a minute to recover.

As soon as I opened my mouth to tell the Doc how fantastic he had just made me feel, I saw him press the button again. All I could do was grab a hold of his shoulders and groan as I felt my dick shoot again in my pants. I felt like a fucking toy, an action figure that the Doc had complete control over. A robot that would now cum on command. He has turned me into a fucking remote controlled boy toy and I fucking love it! Needless to say, he literally got off on pressing that button over and over again. He had his dick out and jerked himself off while he kept making me cum. By the time I left, my dick was completely drained.

Day 11
I think I’m starting to fall for the Doc big time. I feel like I would do anything for him. And he is such a hot muscular stud! When I first went to see him, I remember thinking that he was a pretty average looking dude. But now when I look at him, all I see is male centerfold material. I can’t wait to see him every day. And when I do, I can’t wait for him to shove his big dick up my ass. It’s like I can’t live without him fucking me and messing with my mind.

Of course, I remember him telling me I would feel like this yesterday when he had his dick up my ass. That I would fucking fall in lust with him and that whenever I looked at him he would appear to me like a fucking god! Well, I’m telling you right now. It fucking worked! He is a god and I worship every fucking damn inch of his beautiful bod.

Day 12
I suddenly felt like something was terribly wrong when I woke up this morning. That what the Doc was doing to me and my men was horrible and that I should tell somebody about it. I figured I would tell my commanding officer, Lt. Dickermister. I wondered if he would even believe me, but I knew I had to try.

But when I went to the head to take a piss, I didn’t know it, but the Doc was already there. Apparently, he was expecting that I would feel differently about things today. I’d barely finished pissing, when I felt a strange sensation in my butt. I’d forgotten to take the butt plug out! Once again, my body shook from the intense orgasm as I shot my seed into the urinal. I was helpless to resist as the Doc pulled my pants down, removed my butt plug and stuck his dick up my ass. He then explained to me that having second thoughts about the changes he’d made in me were completely natural and nothing to worry about. That they would go away and never come back to bother me again as soon as he’d finished fucking me right there at the urinal.

The Doc wasn’t kidding. I’ve never felt so sure about anything in my life. I know now that this project and the way he has turned myself and all my men into complete homos is absolutely for the best. It’s imperative that every man in the core stand up and fuck for his country. That when this project is completed, we will have made every man in the world relish having a dick up his ass or in his mouth. And of course, every single one of them won’t be able to resist worshiping the Doc, because he is so fucking awesome. If it were up to me, he would already be ruling the world. It seems so obvious to me now. I have to do whatever I can to convince other men to try the program and see for themselves how becoming a fucking sex slave and worshiping the Doc is the greatest thing that will ever happen to them.

Day 13
Brock came into my office today looking real concerned. He said he’d been listening to the tapes for a few days and was starting to feel kind of funny - he asked me if I thought they were addictive as he found himself spending more and more time listening to them. The Doc told me that if one of them came around exactly what I should do. I assured Brock that it was all a part of the motivational therapy.

When I asked him if he’d been having any strong sexual urges, he confessed that he was. That’s when I knew that he was ready. I pulled down my pants and showed him my big dick.

“So what do you think of my big dick?”

All Brock could do was stare dumbly at it.

“On your knees, soldier!” I ordered the man down on his knees and then stepped right up and stuck my dick in his mouth. He groaned and obediently sucked on it like a guy that was instantly turned on by having my dick plugged into his mouth socket. He quickly unzipped his pants and grabbed hold of his dick as I fucked his face.

After my dick had gotten really hard, I pulled away and told him to get down on his hands and knees and pull down his pants so I could fuck him in the ass. He had a glazed look in his eyes as he realized that was exactly what he needed. A man’s giant prick ramming itself deep into his asshole.

While fucking him, I explained everything to him just as the Doc had explained things to me. I knew that for some reamister, when the Doc explains things to me while he’s fucking my ass, they seem to make so much more sense. They really seem to hit home. It’s almost like the man is giving me a mind fuck at the same time he fucks my ass. Now that I think about it, I guess he really has been fucking with my mind. That would explain why I was so resistant at first to go along with the program. But now, I’m so happy the Doc fucked my brains out. There’s nothing I like more now than to have sex with other men, especially the Doc. It’s all I can think about. I’ll have to thank the Doc for that next time I see him. And the best way I know how to thank him is to kiss his ass real good and offer up my ass to him so he can fuck me silly.

To think that only a couple weeks ago I was this fucking straight ass macho dude, and now I’m a damn cocksucking faggot that fucking loves taking a man’s big dick up his ass like some dirty nasty whore! Fuck. Just the idea that the Doc can turn any butch man into a fucking fairy makes me so damn hot! I gotta jerk off right now as I write this. I can’t help it. The Doc has turned me into a fucking sex addict. I use to get off maybe once a day, but now, I’m fucking horny practically all the time. I either beat off or have sex with my men 5 or 6 times a day.

Oh yeah. There I go again. Shootin another load thinking about how I made my whole fucking platoon fuck me up the ass in the shower this morning. I just kept dropping the soap as I walked by each one of those naked studs. Each of them would obediently ram their dicks into me as I took my sweet time retrieving the bar of soap off the shower floor. And every time I was getting fucked up the ass, the other men would laugh and point at me as they called me a fucking whore. Some of them even bitch slapped me with their dicks right in my face while I was bent over with a dick up my ass. Of course I was fucking loving every damn minute of it. I get off on being humiliated in front of my men and seeing their big dicks wagging right in front of my eyes. The Doc has turned me into a fucking slut! I’ll never be able to thank him enough!

Day 14
Went to see the Doc again today. It wasn’t long before he had his big dick up my ass, hammering instructions into my head while he nailed my ass. He told me next time I needed to take a cuckolds brownie, to give him a call and he would tell me what to do. I knew that whatever he had in mind, I would fucking enjoy every second of it.

Well, later that day, when I felt the urge to take a dump, instead of making for the head, I went into my office, sat down at my desk and picked up the phone. I was relieved when the Doc answered and I told him that I needed to cuckolds brownie. He told me how much it turned me on to hear his voice and I could feel a bulge developing in the crotch of my pants as he talked.

I soon realized how fucking hot and nasty it would be to cuckolds brownie my pants while I had the Doc on the phone. He encouraged me to do exactly that and it wasn’t long before I was grunting and groaning into the phone as I put my legs up on the desk and let my stinky brown logs drop into my pants.

When I’d finished, the Doc told me to sit back and take out my dick. It felt so good as I sat back in my chair. I could feel my hot cuckolds brownie pressed up against my ass. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my erect dick and began to jerk off as I sat there in my stinky cuckolds brownie thinking to myself how much I fucking loved to be controlled like this and that this was some hot cuckolds brownie.

Just when I was getting pretty close to shooting my load, the door to my office opened. I must have turned a bright shade of red having been caught having phone sex and my office stinking like cuckolds brownie. And of all the people to have caught me in the act, it had to have been my commanding officer, Lt. Dickermister. He marched right up to me and yanked the phone from my hand.

“Who the hell is this!” He practically shouted into the phone.

I don’t know what the Doc said to him, but he immediately calmed down. He seemed to be listening intently to what the Doc had to say and his eyes kind of glazed over as he said, “I understand. I must obey.”

That’s when he handed the phone back to me and said the Doc wanted to speak to me again. I was kind of perplexed at what had just happened, but when I got the Doc back on the phone, he explained that Dickermister had been undergoing similar treatment and would now be assisting me in getting my rocks off. I was to pull my pants down and let him sniff my cuckolds brownie filled underwear. Then let him eat the cuckolds brownie out of my ass while we both beat our meat.

I thought this was too good to be true. Having this prick of a commander kissing my ass and eating me out. Instead of telling the Doc how enthused I was to follow his instructions, all I could say was “I understand. I must obey.” It’s like he’d turned me into a fucking robot.

As I stood up and pulled my pants down, Lt. Dickermister took up position behind my cuckolds brownie filled underwear and stuck his tongue out like a dog. He was ready for it. That was for sure. I heard him unzip his pants and then heard him sniffing as he pulled my underwear down a bit. I told the Doc what was happening and he said, “Now order your commanding officer to eat your cuckolds brownie.”

“Go ahead. Eat my fuckin’ cuckolds brownie, asshole!” I barked.

It felt great insulting and humiliating my commanding officer. I grabbed my hard cock and began stroking it as I felt the man behind me pushing his face into my briefs and chowing down on my cuckolds brownie.

“Now pull my shorts all the way down and start working on my asshole!” I ordered.

He obeyed and I soon felt his tongue at my back door. By doing so, he must have gotten the cuckolds brownie on my ass smeared all over his face and this thought really turned me on just like the Doc was telling me it would.

The Doc told me I was to cum on the asshole’s cuckolds brownie covered face and when I was about to shoot, I removed my ass from the Lt’s face and turned around. The pathetic officer groveled before me looking up at my dick with may dark brown cuckolds brownie all over his face. He obviously wanted to feel my load on his fucking face and catch some in his wide open mouth.

I grunted and groaned into the phone as I shot my load all over the man’s dirty face. I could hear the Doc moaning on the line as well. I figured he must have been getting off on making both of us do all these nasty things.

Then I heard the Doc groan “now, get down on your knees and lick your cum and cuckolds brownie off his face...”

I couldn’t resist doing what the Doc said. As I began licking Dickermister’s face, the smell of my own cuckolds brownie and cum caused me to sprout another boner. When I’d finished cleaning the man’s face real good with my tongue, Dickermister and I kissed deep and hard as we both stroked ourselves to orgasm once again. We could both hear the Doc through the phone, urging us on.. Telling us how horny we felt and how much we wanted to get off again right there on the floor....

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"Collared"



My name is Aaron. I am attending my junior year at a prestigious college, one of those where you are either so smart you don't have to pay, or your parents are so rich it doesn't matter. Admittedly I am the later. Don't get me wrong, I'm not stupid or anything, I just never really applied myself to my studies like other students did. After all there are so many better ways to spend time if you're a hot jock like me.

Let me describe myself so you understand exactly what I mean. I am 6'2 and weigh about 180lbs of pure lithe muscle. I am a star on my school's crew team, so my body is rock solid. I have blond hair that is always just a little too long and looks like I just rolled out of bed. Truth be told, I usually have just rolled out of someone's bed. I have blue eyes that are usually described as either icy or piercing. Anyway all modesty aside, it all adds up to a package that scores me all the snatch my 8 inch dick can handle, and it hasn't met it's match yet. What can I say, I'm a pussy hound. So what if my studies fall a little behind, I've never had any trouble getting by with what I have.

So I have this regular fuck friend, Jean, this girl is a cock hound. I've never seen anything like it. My dick is like a matador's red cape, I just let her see it and she comes charging like a hungry bull. Last night after we finished this greuling "study session", Jean and I are lying in my bed completely spent, when she starts telling me some of her fantasies. This stuff blew my mind. She was saying how she always wanted some hot guy to tie her up and take charge of her. This cuckolds brownie blew me away, i'd never really thought about anything like that, but the more she talked, the more scenarios she outlined, the hotter I got. So she gets me all turned on with her talk, and then she leaves. What a cock-tease. She says she has to go home and study for real.

I coulnd't even get to relax without beating off.

The whole time I'm wanking, all I'm thinking of is how hot it would be to make Jean pay for being such a nerdy bitch. When I came, I got this great idea. I decided I would blow off some classes and do a little shopping to surprise her.

So, I roll out of bed at around noon, brush my teeth, pick some clothes off the floor, and head into town.

There's this little store dowtown that I always walked past with blacked out windows, you know the kind, so nothing "questionable" can be seen. It just has this little sign over the door that says "Custom Leather".

I park my car a block down the street and wait until no one is near and quietly walk in the store. God forbid any of my buddies see me go in here. I would never here the end of it.

Inside, faint light glints off rack after rack of black leather. This is my first time in a store like this so I'm a little shocked just by the quantity of the stuff. There are all kinds of harnesses for every part of the body. There are racks and shelves of hoods and collars and gloves and boots. I feel overwhelmed, like I'm in some sick perverted heaven of gleaming leather.

The shock must have shown on my face, because the guy behind the counter asks if I'm okay. I hadn't even noticed the guy, but as he walked towards me I wonder how I had missed him.

This guy is huge. He towers over my not inconsiderable height by at least a head. He isn't just tall though, he's built like a brick house. He has more musle than I've ever seen outside of one of those muscle competitions. His muscle is somehow smoother than those guys though, but somehow he just exudes "big". I've never been into guys or anything, but I have to give credit where credit is due , and I bet this guy scores more, with his black hair and blacker eyes, than I ever could.

"What are you shopping for today?", he asks in a deep, big, voice that matches his looks.

"Well", I say shaking out of my awe of both this place and the behemoth in front of me,"I was looking for some straps to tie my girl up with, but I didn't even know about all the possibilities until I walked in here."

"Yeah, I figured this was your first time in this kind of store. So you want some straps, and judging by the way you were staring, a few of these other things as well."

"This stuff is awesome, I just never knew ther was all of this out there."

"Actually, out there, there isn't all of this. Most of these are my own creations. I work out of the back of the shop. I just make whatever comes into my head."

"Man, there's some crazy cuckolds brownie in your head."

"Yeah there is. So what crazy cuckolds brownie are you interested in?"

"Well it's all pretty cool, but I don't want to freak my girl out with too much our first time at this. I think I should start out with something small."

"Well the collars are no problem, I've got such a wide selection I know we can find something for you, but how about just a little bit more. I have this great set of collars that I recomend for beginners. Come over here and I'll show them to you."

He walks over to the counter and reaches underneath it. He comes back up with these two leather collars, one with metal letters that spell out "Master", the other says "slave".

"I like these for beginners", he explains, "because they set the scene and the roles from the very beginning. Here", he says, turning a collar over and raising it to my neck, "try it on. Turn arround these things can be tricky to clasp if you don't know what you're doing."

I turn around and after a few secomds I hear a click, and feel the leather tight against my neck. I turn around and the man hands me a mirror. Light reflects off the black collar and the words glow silvery in the dim room, spelling out "slave".

"Well it's not bad, but I sort of intended to be wearing the other one." I said.

"Oh sorry, I just grabbed the first one. Here, I'll try on the other one so you can see what it looks like."

"That's alright, I can just take this one off and then try that one on." I say as I reach behind my neck to take off the collar. I feel around, but can't even find a seam. "You're right these are tricky when you don't know what you're doing."

I look up to see the man fixing the collar around his neck. I hear that, now, tell-tale click, and know that he's done.

The man looks down at me and as my eyes meet his my collar starts to tingle.

"I like the way that collar looks on you. What do you think?" he asks me, his voice sounding more soothing, more deep, and just a little more commanding.

"Yeah", I say as the tingling sensation of the collar increases, ", but maybe I should try the other one on now."

"No, I think that one looks beter on you. And i know you like the way this one looks on me, right?"

I look in the mirror again, and then at him. The way the black lether hugs the muscles in his neck starts to look really good to me. "Yeah, I like that collar on you." I hear myself say as the collar starts to distract me.

"In fact, don't you think these are the right roles? Don't I look like a Master, and you, let's face it, look like a perfect slave."

With his words now the only thing in my head but the tingling of the collar, his words are my new reality. The truth of his voice begins to hit like bullets to my brain.

"You look like the perfect slave for me, actually, and I know that you need me to be your master. Do you want me to be your master?"

After he says it, there is no question that I need him as my master. "yes, please sir will you be my master?"

"I suppose I could do that for you boy. So slave, you came in here to buy tools to use on some girl. Girls don't hold any interest for you now though do they?"

Thoughts of women and pussy fade from my mind at my master's statement, and I respond to him, "Yes master".

"In fact the only permister you can be excited by now is me, your master. I am perfect in your eyes. I am your only source of pleasure, right boy?"

I feel my cock throb to life as I look at my Master. How could I not have noticed how perfect my Master is, how much I need him. "Yes Master, you are perfect," I respond, "I worship you."

"Very good boy, Your obedience pleases me. I know it makes you feel good to obey. In fact you cannot disobey. All thoughts of disobedience, all shreds of will are now fading."

"Yes master"

"You are such a good boy." Master says as he reaches over and pats me on the head. A low grumbling purr comes to my lips, unbidden, at my master's touch.

"Thank you master."

"Follow me boy" master says and I follow him as he walks by the front door, locks it, puts up a closed sign, and then walks towards the back of the store. The whole time I stare at my Master. I love the way his muscles ripple in his tight white t shirt. The way his butt fills his black leather pants. Every aspect of my Master fills me with longing and causes my now painfully trapped erection to swell even more.

I follow him into a back workroom filled with bolts of black leater, metal rings and chains. One side of the room is a different kind of work table though. It is lined with old leather bound books, odd looking jars, and strange arcane tools.

"This is where I pratice my two arts, boy. I make leather for a living. I make magic for my pleasure. You are the first to experience my power, how does that feel boy?"

"Fantastic master! Thank you for letting me be the first."

"I've just started, boy. By the time i'm done with you, you won't need to wear that collar. You will be my slave forever. Do you want that boy?"

"Oh yes Master, please make me your slave." Panic leaks into my voice at the thought that these feelings for my Master could ever fade.

"Good boy. To start, strip for me, let's see the body of my first slave."

"Yes master", I say as I rush to comply. It takes agonizing seconds for me to obey my master, but I finally stand before my Master naked.

He takes a slow walk around me, looking up and down. I try to read his face, to see if he is pleased, but his face is an expressionless mask. I long for his approval. I flex my ass as he watches and push my chest out to impress him. He finally stops in front of me and says,"Very nice boy. you have a big dick for a slave. I love your hot tight ass. It's a virgin ass, isn't it slave?"

"Yes Master." I am so proud that my master is pleased with me.

"Let's start off by teaching you your place. Get down on the ground and clean these boots with your tongue."

I am on my knees before my master is done speaking. My tongue snakes out to ravish Master's dirty boots. I slober over his huge feet until the once dusty boots glimmer with my drool. I become lost in my work as my vision and soul become absorbed by the black leather and the feet encased in it.

"Good boy," Master says, patting me on the head. "Now remove my boots, and show the same attention to my smelly feet."

"Yes master." I lovingly untie his boots and pull them off. I am instantly assaulted by the foulest sweetest smeel coming from his stiff white socks. I instantly bury my face in his socks and take deep breaths of the intoxicating smell. This is my master, so this smell is perfect. It is what I need.

"Remove those socks and make love to my feet, boy."

Using my teeth I tug the socks off Master's feet. I dive into his rank feet tongue first, licking and sucking with every bit of my soul. I lavish attention on each toe and run my tongue lovingly up and down the insole. I am In heaven until Master kicks me away. I lay sprawled on the floor as tears come to my eyes at the thought that my master is dipleased with me.

"Don't worry slave, you did a great job. I only made you leave my feet so you could claim your reward. Look up slave."

I look up to see my master's pants open and his beautiful enormous cock jutting out. It must be at least 10 inches of firm flesh with an enormous knob crowning it and leaking precum from its slit. His huge goose egg sized balls hang beneath it, full and heavy with his cum. Up and down the shaft are tattoos of letters I've never seen before. They flow before my eyes never quite settling on one shape.

"This is the means of your final enslavement boy. These words give my cum a unique power. Drinking from this cock will make you mine for ever. If that is what you want boy, beg to suck it."

I want to be his more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. "Please Master, please let me suck you. My life is nothing without you. I need you and I need to be your's completely. The thought of not serving you forever makes me want to die. Please master, let me serve you."

"Very good boy. You have my permission. go for it."

"Thank you Master." I say as I throw myself at his dick. At the first taste of his precum I know that I made the right choice walking into this store today. I lick up and down the gigantic cock of my Master. I take it in my mouth and try to power it down my throat, but my rebelious body fights it and I gag.

"Don't worry boy, you will learn in time how to take me with ease. Take your time." My master is so kind to be so patient with me.

I lose track of time I could have been sucking for an hour, or it might have been five minutes, it didn't matter, so long as master was pleased.

"Boy, get ready, your conversion is nearly complete." I go at Master's cock with renewed vigor and am rewarded with a rich full throated howl frow my Master as his cock begins to twich and grow even more in my mouth.

The head of his cock explodes deep in my mouth with the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. As it is greedily swallowed, my body begins to feel awash with liquid fire. I feel it start in my mouth and rush down my body like a wave. It is both agony and ecstasy at the same instant. When the wave reaches my dick it explodes with the most powerful load of cum I've ever shot. My head swims with pleasure and I black out. Master's dick falling from my mouth as I collapse to the floor limply.

I wake up on the floor, Master seated above me. I look up into his eyes and feel a reminiscent wave of pleasure as I see him smile with pleasure.

"Very good boy. How do you feel?"

"Great Master, Thank you Master."

Master reaches down and removes my collar, and I notice that his is already gone.

"Thank you for taking me Master." I say with devotion as I curl up, exhausted, at my Master's feet.

Merci... Encore, encore...