les histoires de chrislebo

The conversation was more cordial than awkward when we arrived. As I expected, she was quiet and he directed most of his words at me. We exchanged the usual formalities, dealing with sport and the like. Each of us rushed our first take. He and I on the beer, she on vodka and pure orange juice. She was first to the toilet.

"She's looking stunning tonight," he said in her absence.

I watched her descend the stairs from my seat in the kitchen, taking in those breathtaking legs. "That she is," I agreed.

She came into the kitchen and gave me a kiss, our tongues lovingly exploring each other. Then she broke it and strode over to him, returning the same favour. When she stopped kissing him, she spun 180 degrees and leaned back against him. He held her in his arms and she smiled. Her eyes locked on mine and shifted to the direction of upstairs. Her subtlety amused me and I obeyed her.

I took my time in the bathroom. I knew what she was doing. I could imagine, at least. She would more than likely have pressed her ass into his crotch, maybe kissed him some more. But more certainly than anything else she would have allowed his hands to roam under skirt. It was the same trick she had turned with him in the past when his wife was still on the scene. She loved his fingers exploring her, though never before had she worn nothing under a skirt.

I made no effort to be quiet coming down the stairs. The night was young and there was plenty of time left to sneak up on them and catch them in the act. With so little holy water in our systems it was very much still the time for nerves and awkwardness.

I marched into the kitchen and had to admit to being more than a little surprised to find them kissing, her with her back to me. His hands were under the back of her skirt, showing me plenty of flesh, mauling her cheeks. I sat up on a stool, downed more beer and continued to watch. He turned her around so she faced me, though her mouth never parted his. She was leaning back to him, loving his tongue in her mouth. His hands pulled her skirt up at the front and revealed that beautiful, shaven pussy of hers. Finally, she came up for air.

"I've thought of doing that all week," she said, strolling to the other stool in the kitchen.

"Me too," he began, "and a lot more."

She poured herself another take and went to fix her skirt before she sat down.

"No," I said, touching her arm. "Leave it like that so we can both admire you."

She looked to him.

"By all means, please."

She jumped onto the stool and sat with her legs crossed, her skirt at her waist. She seemed a little uncomfortable at first, changing one leg over with the other. But she soon relaxed and took turns to swivel first into his view, then into mine.

He excused himself for the toilet and my fiancée and I were left alone. I asked her if she was okay.

"Baby," she began quietly, "I've never felt so turned on as I do now. I wouldn't care who else was here, male or female, it wouldn't stop me. I'm up for anything tonight."

"You've no idea how much I want you right now," I confessed, a desperate hard on raging in my pants.

She parted her legs before me. "Touch me, but don't go inside me."

My fingers found her soaking clit and rubbed her.

She moaned. "That's it baby, just a quick rub. Stop when you hear him on the stairs. This can be our wee secret."

I risked punishment and leaned down to lick her, then strayed from her clit to her pussy lips. I couldn't remember them ever being as moist without foreplay. All her inhibitions were gone. I licked her from her clit to the bottom of her lips and back again. Then we heard him close the bathroom door and hurry down the stairs. I sat quickly back on my stool and she crossed her legs, her eyes eager for more.

"You're bad, baby." Her voice fell to a whisper as he hit the bottom of the stairs. "I didn't say you could do that." She stared at me, a definitive threat in her pupils.

He entered the kitchen with his head down. She stuck her left leg out and blocked his way past, then she put her right leg to the other side of him. With her boots wrapped around his waist, she pulled him closer. He glanced at her pussy. It became a stare. An erotic, defining moment was occurring. He was transfixed.

"Can you go down...?" She allowed her sentence to trail off as he kneeled before her, kissing both her legs from the knees up. "Oh, that's lovely... And tempting." He was at her thighs when she resisted, closing them on his neck and stopping him inches from her lips. "I brought an outfit to change into. Its in a bag under the table. Can you grab it for me?"

I saw a look of disappointment on his face that I was growing to recognise every morning in the mirror. He found the bag and passed it to her.

"Thank you, sweetie," she said, and gave him a quick peck on the lips. "I think its time I got dressed up for my men." She stood up from her stool and fixed her skirt, concealing her moist pussy at last. "Would you like to come upstairs with me and help me dress?" She was talking to him.

His eyes lit up and he immediately replaced his beer on the table. "Absolutely," he said.

She took him by the hand and led him to the stairs. She glanced a wicked grin at me until she was out of sight. I had no doubt this was my punishment for licking her pussy without her expressed permission.

I waited at first patiently, then restlessly as the minutes ticked by. I listened from the kitchen for noises, but I could not hear very much. Just the occasional footstep. It sounded normal enough, but I knew her mood all too well. When ten minutes had passed I knew something was going on. I wasn't particularly jealous. More excited. Interested. Envious at worst. My cock was hard in my jeans. I felt it through the fabric. I was tempted to undo my fly and give myself a quick wank while they were out of the room. Then I heard a groan. A distinctive male groan. I listened carefully for a repeat, but it did not come.

A door was shut suddenly upstairs. I wondered was this one of them going from one room to another? Or was it to conceal the noise of their activities? I suspected the latter much more than the former.

I paced myself back and forth on the kitchen floor. Fifteen minutes had passed. I crept into the hall, cocked my ear upwards and listened. Silence. Whatever they were doing was probably tame. If he was fucking her I'd have heard the commotion come through the ceiling. I tiptoed into the living room, right below the bedroom. There was an occasional noise. I was certain of it. I listened for a rhythm, but there was none obvious. I stood for another five minutes underneath them, my heart beating faster and louder with every sound I could pick up.

Then there was footsteps and the door swung open. I quickly made my way back to the kitchen before they hit the stairs. I sat up on the stool and swallowed more beer.

She entered the kitchen first, holding his hand. She was dressed just as I had instructed. Her corset was sheer black, see-through to reveal her nipples and pussy lips. It tied around her neck and was buckled down the front. It had a thong back to it and revealed every curve she possessed. I loved the high boots on her. She looked like such a slut. Her deep red lipstick accentuated every inkling of the word.

She wiped her lower lip with her forefinger. "I think he's gonna need a half hour's rest."

He walked past the stools, rather sheepishly. It was obvious she had given him a blow job up the stairs. I didn't mind. I had known she would punish me for my tongue straying. Perhaps subconsciously I had even done it deliberately.

She downed half a glass of wine and turned to me. "You've been a good boy this week, baby." She unbuckled my belt and began to undo my fly. "Its time you were rewarded."

She fell to her knees before me and guided my cock into her mouth. From tip to base she swallowed it whole. Back and forth she went, faster and faster. She was a woman possessed, loving every second and every inch. After a couple of minutes she let it go, a trail of precum and saliva running from my head to her lips. She planted her lips firmly around it and sucked up the precum. I couldn't believe the transition.

"Holy fuck," he said, watching our slut do her thing.

Her hand wrapped around my shaft. She gripped it hard and looked to him as she wanked me. "Do you like watching?" she asked him.

He nodded, unable to find any words.

"Good, I love to show off." She put my head back in her mouth and licked it all around. She was still wanking me furiously and I knew I couldn't last much longer if she kept it up. "I love your cock, baby."

She was truly wonderful, knowing exactly when to speak and when to suck. Her expertise was unrivalled. I watched her eyes glance to him every few seconds. I placed my hand on the back of her head and began to hump her beautiful mouth. She responded with a graceful moan of pleasure, accepting yet more of me. I loved the switch. The taking back of my fiancée from this other man. To dominate her right before him. To dethrone him. To defile her. It was my right and my duty.

"I'm close," I declared.

She pulled away and stood up. My eyes focused on her crotch. She pulled the thin fabric to one side and exposed her lips. "I'm going to sit on that cock of yours, baby. Its the moment you've been waiting for."

Finally, I thought. My cock had been aching for her pussy for over a week. She came towards me, her fingers already playing with that clit of hers. I wanted her so much. My balls throbbed with desire, with determination, with degradation. Then she stopped, her attention drawn behind me. To him. I looked around and saw he was stroking his hard cock.

"Decisions, decisions," she said, her eyes darting from one cock to the other. "Which do I want most?" She walked past me, to him, bent over and slipped his into her mouth.

I wanked as I watched. She looked amazing when she devoured him, licking his balls and rubbing his cock over her face.

"I can't believe you're hard again," she told him, then stuffed him into her mouth.

"It was watching you."

She moaned into his cock, then released him. She looked at me first, then him, when she spoke. "I'm so lucky to have two guys who both love watching me with the other."

I stood up and approached her from behind. I wasn't going to ask. I wasn't going to beg. I was going to shove my cock into her exposed cunt and fuck her for all she was worth.

She twirled before me and shoved her pussy to his crotch. "Fuck me now. I need a hard cock inside me."

He grinned, grabbed her hips and rammed himself into her.

"Oh fuck!" she screamed. "That's so fucking nice!"

I stood in silence, watching this man take my wife-to-be right before my eyes. There was a look of pure lust on both their faces. Neither apparently aware of my presence. He stared at her as he fucked her, loving every single second. Her eyes were closed, but her mouth wide open with a mix of moans and expletives erupting. A realisation struck me as I watched. I enjoyed this. Not just seeing him take her right before me. But the fact that every attempt I made to get inside her never came to fruition. I thrived on the denial. The rejection. The offense.

"Baby," she croaked, reaching her hand out. "Fuck my mouth."

I didn't hesitate, grabbing a handful of her hair and shoving my cock back and forth in her mouth. She seemed to love being taken roughly at both ends, meeting every stroke and fighting for more. I leaned back to admire her, my eyes taking in the image of her dressed like such a slut in those boots. She moaned and pulled my cock deep into her mouth again. She took every inch of it, then I held her tight against me. Her bright red lips were locked around the base of my cock. She was trying to pull away. I held her. She was gasping for release. I locked her down. He fucked her harder, realising what was happening. She tried to push me with her hands. It only made me more determined. I knew she would be angry. She was far beyond her comfort zone.

Her muffles increased until finally I released her. She was panting, unable to catch her breath again as he relentlessly ploughed into her. I wanked my cock in front of her face, teasing her lips with the head. She refused to take him again.

"Fuck!!!" she cried, under the brute power of him inside her.

I manipulated her pleasure into my own and seized the opportunity to power my cock into her mouth again. She was resistant. I was resilient. Her *** walls soon started to collapse, her tongue giving in to temptation. She swirled me around the inside of her cheeks, coating me in saliva. Her tongue massaged every part of the head, but she wouldn't suck it. When I tried to hump her mouth, she ceased all activity completely. She pushed my cock out altogether and licked underneath the shaft. She planted a long, loving kiss on the tip, then looked behind her.

"Take me into the living room," she said to him. "I want to lie on my back while you fuck me."

He scooped her up in his arms and carried her from the kitchen, through the hall and into the living room. He gently lay her on a long, 3-seater leather sofa. Her legs parted immediately for him. Such obedience. Diligence. Decadence. His mouth found her clit and his fingers worked her pussy. I walked around to her head and placed my cock over her lips.

"No, baby," she began, pushing it away, "sit over there and watch."

I was frozen for a few seconds. I watched his mouth worship her sex. He really loved eating her and she loved him doing it. The sexual chemistry between them was overwhelming. They were a perfect match. I had been demoted.

"Go," she said, snapping me from my daze.

I obeyed her and fell into the other sofa in the room. I wanked myself slowly as I watched them. Her hand had wandered to his groin and was pulling him hard. I knew her mood from the way she was touching him. She wasn't doing it for his pleasure. She was, subconsciously or not, wanting to pull him inside her. To give her the fucking she needed.

"Sir," she began, looking at him, "put your cock back inside me. I want you to make me your woman."

I couldn't believe her choice of words. Sir? It was something she refused to address anyone. I believed it to be the ultimate show of defiance. If I thought that was defiance, I had no idea what was to come.

He climbed between her legs, lifted her slightly and slid a cushion under her ass. Her pussy was all his to take. He was slow, taking his time to tease her. He placed his cock on her lips and rubbed it back and forth, enticing her to beg.

"Please fuck me," she said.

He rubbed her clit with his circumcised head.

"Oh God, you've no idea what you're doing to me." She pulled him down to her by his neck and their tongues entwined.

Within seconds her charms had worked wonders, for he was shoving his cock in and out of her pussy. I just watched. It was intoxicating. To see the girl who was supposed to be mine lie on her back with her legs spread, boots in the air, while another man fucked her hard. To study the image of her pussy lips taking this other cock. To let it burn a permanent place in my memory.

He was grunting as he fucked her, and nuzzling her neck. She had obviously told him before of that erogenous zone. She moaned with pleasure, her hands roaming across his back.

"Flip me over," she demanded. "I want to feel you take me from behind."

He lifted her and spun her round in a swift motion, her midriff landing on the cushion. He pulled it down, powering her ass into the air. He dived in and licked her from her pussy to her asshole. I couldn't believe it. She was grinding her ass into his mouth and loving it.

"Oh yeah, lick it for me. That feels so good."

"You taste amazing," he said.

"Can you see what he's doing to me, baby? Oh fuck! Do you see his tongue in my ass?"

"Yes," I said, through gritted teeth.

"Spread my cheeks more," she told him. "Give him a better view." At least she hadn't forgotten me completely.

He spread her ass and looked at me watching. He was smiling, then he dived his tongue back in. He lapped up every centimetre of her he could find. His fingers found her pussy and wiped her juices into her anus. One finger began to work in and out. I couldn't believe she was allowing him to even touch her there, never mind enter. She jutted herself back for more.

"Oooooh, that feels so good."

"Its time you got fucked again, little girl," he said, and placed his palms around her waist.

She moaned something incomprehensible, but in obvious pleasure. She was lying with her face down and her ass in the air, just waiting for him to enter. When his cock finally stuffed her pussy he held her face down so each additional word she uttered was muffled. She wasn't always a fan of rough play, but with him it appeared she craved his domination.

He reached around her neck and unbuckled her corset. He yanked it down her body, exposing her breasts. He mauled them as he fucked her, twisting those nipples in a manner I would never be permitted. She grunted something.

"What is it?"

She said it again, but I couldn't make it out.

"Beg for it," he insisted, still ramming his cock into her from behind.

"Finger my ass as you fuck me, please."

"Please, who?"

"Please, sir!" she shouted.

He obliged, and found her response one of adoration. She moaned unlike before, at times stuffing her own fingers into her mouth and licking them. She was in a heaven of absolute lust.

I wondered if her craving of her fingers was a need for something bigger. "Would you like me to join in now?" I asked her, my hard cock in my hand.

She managed a "No," but it took all her might to find the sound in her throat.

He continued to bang her hard and probe her ass with one finger. He was doing a thorough job on her pussy, showing stamina of a man half his age. I supposed experience was hard to beat. It was one thing to watch another man fuck my wife-to-be. It was completely another to watch him fuck her so well. I doubted there was anything she wouldn't let him to do her.

"Sir," she struggled. "Give... Me... A... Nother... Finger... Please!"

His grunted reply was closer to a laugh, though he began to stretch her asshole with a second finger. He slowed his fucking of her as he did so. When her ass became more open to him he resumed the pace and her shrieks of pleasure returned.

I had to be careful as my own response was a realisation that this situation was bringing me close again to the brink of coming. I couldn't afford to. To watch the events unfold while erect and aroused was just tolerable. I couldn't imagine coming in front of them and then having to spectate. She wouldn't stop whether I pleaded or commanded. The wheels were in motion and her pussy was his. My eyes fell to his fingers entering her. Her ass was turning itself to his ownership too.

He pulled suddenly out of her. She whimpered and shot her head round to face him. He dragged the corset past her waist, over her hips and finally down her legs and past her boots. She was now naked before us but for the boots. He took a few seconds to bask in her beauty.

"What are you waiting for? Put it back in. Please, sir."

When she called him that the hairs on my arm stood on end. He leaned over her body and entered her again from behind. His mouth found her neck and gently bit her. His pace inside her had slackened, but her tongue eagerly searched for his. There was kissing. There was the distinct sound of whispers. I thought I heard a few words, mostly swear words from her, but I couldn't understand what other information they were exchanging. My eyes were distracted by his balls slapping against her with each stroke.

He pushed himself up from her, though still his cock fucked her pussy. "Is this what you want?" he asked, pushing three of his fingers against her ass.

She mumred a barely audible confirmation.

"Louder," he insisted.

"Yes, sir."

"Tell us what it is you want." He playfully smacked her ass cheeks. "Tell us you want these three fingers in your ass."

"I... Don't... Want those fingers." She was struggling under the intensity of his cock inside her. "I want you... To fuck... My ass... Sir."

There was silence. He had stopped fucking her. None of us appeared to know what way to take this new level. I wanted to object. She had enpowerd a ban on anal sex between her and I for eighteen months. I wasn't about to give him my permission. I fought for the right words. Although I didn't want to come across as the spoilsport.

"Please," she said. "I need you to fuck my ass."

How could I say anything? There was a thousand words of dissent in my head and yet a power much greater invoking silence from my lips.

He leaned back from her. I believed he wanted to say something to me. But yet he didn't. It was one thing to be caught up in the moment. Yet quite another when the moment elevates and conscience kicks in. He just watched her.

She threw herself off the sofa and onto the floor. "Take me like this," she said, and bent over the sofa with her knees on the floor. "Its the best way to give me the most pleasure."

He deliberately kept his eyes from me as he took up a position behind her. He brought his cock to her groin.

"No, please. Not my pussy. Get up higher and slowly put it in my ass."

I was humiliated. Her game was going too far. I loved sharing her and enjoyed her dominance of me. But... I watched him shift his position above her and direct his cock at her anus. She spread her cheeks for him. I couldn't wank anymore. My balls were close to exploding. My loins loved the scandal. The shame. The total abasement.

"Are you sure?" he asked her.

A part of me almost answered for her. And not the answer even I expected.

"Yes, fuck it. Fuck it now."

I couldn't believe the positivity in my chest when she said that. Once the prospect had been dangled before me, I wanted to see it.

He rubbed her pussy, gathering her juices in his fingers, then he brought them up to her rear, lubing her up for what was to come. She moaned and stuck her magnificent ass out for more. He pushed the tip of his cock against her anus. There was a natural resistance. I recalled my own experiences entering her and how a slow start brought great rewards. He popped in much quicker than I anticipated.

"Oh fuck," she croaked. "Give me more."

He gently eased more of his cock inside her and held it there for a few seconds. "You all right?" he asked.

She gave a positive murmur. Within a couple of seconds she was reduced to a whimper when he began to pace himself out and in again. She dropped her chest and face onto the sofa, quivering as he had her most precious of areas. "Go deeper," she encouraged.

He obliged, re-crowning her an anal slut. It was bad enough that her pussy had been denied to me for over a week, but that ass had been off limits for a year and a half. I estimated he was managing to stuff half of his length inside her now, but my view was obstructed.

"Can you see him fuck my ass, baby?" she asked.

"Sort of," I replied, frankly.

She cried in passion as he humped her. "Come over and watch him going in and out of me."

I stood up and walked over to them, lowering my head behind. His cock was entering her faster with every stroke and he was almost balls deep in her. The noises from her should have been a clue, but still I was surprised. He pulled his cock all the way out of her. Her hole was gaping wide. He shoved it back in again and she screamed.

"Oh fuck yes, do that again," she pleaded.

He proceeded to several times repeat the procedure, occasionally pulling out of her long enough to entice her begging. There was nothing more humiliating than watching the woman I was supposed to be marrying bent over a sofa with her asshole wide open and her mouth conducting words of request for another man to fuck it.

"Thank him, baby."

I was silent, confused.

"Please, oh fuck, thank him for fucking my ass. You've fantasised about this for years, baby. Thank him. Fuck, that's it!" Her fingernails dragged along the leather of the sofa as he dropped the playing side of his routine and ravaged her anus. "Oh my God!" Her body was shaking in that recognisable fashion that betrayed her secrets. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Me too!" he shouted.

Her body shook under the intensity of his fucking. She was gone, head spinning and body on another level. He pulled his cock out of her and without even having to wank to a finish shot his spunk over her back and ass. Load after load landed on her. I couldn't believe how much sperm he had for her. He seemed to just come and come. When he finally finished she looked like she had been the star of a gang bang film and everyone had decided to cum on her.

There was an awkward silence. He and I were stood behind her, neither able to look at the other. She remained in the same sexual position, making no effort to discover dignity.

"I'll get some paper towels," he said, and headed to the kitchen.

I looked at her. She had turned her face to see me. She was smiling, although rather sheepishly. "Baby, can I ask you a favour?" she said.

Only out of curiosity did I nod.

"Can you go upstairs for ten minutes? I need to have a very important chat with him."

"What about?" I demanded.

"Not now, I'll tell you later. Please, just give me ten minutes."

He entered the room with the towels and kneeled over her back to clean his cum from her body. He started on the back, then I watched as he slowly ran a towel between the crack of her ass. His free hand was caressing her thigh. I turned away and headed for the door. She could have her ten minutes with him.

I lasted two minutes in the bathroom before I was shooting my own load into the toilet. The images I had witnessed were too much and I needed relief. It was slight, my balls remaining bloated and my erection refusing to disappear. I cleaned myself quickly and decided ten minutes was too generous.

I crept carefully down the stairs and stood behind the door. It was closed over, but there remained an inch or so of a gap. I could hear them talking.

"Please stay on your own," he was saying. "Let him go home."

She giggled. "The idea is tempting, sweetie, but I've no wish to hurt him."

"Neither have I. Its just you're so incredibly sexy. Please come down on your own soon."

"I'd rather do everything in the open, with him there to watch or join in."

He cleared his throat. "Ask him for his permission, you know he'd would allow you."

"You are bad."

Then there was silence, broken only by the faint sound of their lips locking. I decided to catch them unaware and walked in. They were still kissing. He tried to stop, but she wouldn't let him. He relented, but his awkwardness was obvious.

"Why would you kiss me when he's out of the room but not in front of him?" she asked.

Both he and I appeared to share the embarrassment. He glanced to me and said "Sorry, it wasn't supposed to be like that."

"Its okay," I insisted. "I've no problem with it."

"See," she said, and proceeded to kiss him for several minutes in front of me. She tongued him with such adoration. Like a couple on a honeymoon. She was still wearing only her boots and his hands couldn't help but stray. When she was finished kissing him she announced that she wanted a taxi ordered and headed upstairs to dress for its arrival.

He and I attempted to talk while she was out of the room. He apologised again for doing things with her when I was upstairs. I waved my hand to him and said I was not offended. I had to expect these things to happen and they did not anger me. He admitted he really liked her.

"I can't wait to see her again," he said. "But I'm afraid she's not up for it."

"Spoil her," I suggested. "Buy her flowers, chocolates, lingerie. Have them delivered. She loves the attention."

"You sure you'd be okay with that?"

"Yes," I insisted. I needed the toilet and excused myself.

When I reached the top of the stairs, she walked out of his bedroom. Naked. There was an immediate look of surprise on her face, then she blushed. I tried not to laugh. It was obvious she intended her bout of exhibitionism for his eyes. I approached her and slipped my fingers into her warm, wet cunt. I was relieved she didn't stop me. She stifled a moan and rested her head between my shoulder and neck. We were quiet, deliberately so. For a moment it felt like we were cheating on him downstairs. The buzz was thrilling. I dared my fingers to rub her juices towards her rear hole. That palace I had been denied for too long. Her ass jutted out for my attention and I massaged her wetness around her crack.

"This is so wrong," she said, and I wondered if she was experiencing the same emotions regarding him. That the lines of who she belonged to were beyond a blur. They were now criss-crossed into different territories.

I kept touching her and her noises became louder. I shushed her and she must have bitten her lip to draw the silence that followed. My fingers danced backwards and forwards from her pussy to her ass, lubing it up and preparing it for round 2. Would she resist me slipping it into her in his bedroom? I was increasingly aroused by the thoughts of betrayal.

I turned her to the bed and bent her over. With both hands, I spread her ass cheeks. Her anus was right before my eyes. It was clearly stretched from earlier. My turn had arrived. I grabbed my hard cock and gently eased it against her opening.

"Taxi's here!" he shouted up.

She jumped the moment she heard his voice, all too reminiscent of the way a cheating wife would act if her husband were to catch her. Who did she belong to now? She grabbed her clothes and began to pull them on quickly. I watched in disappointment. My window of opportunity had disappeared.

* * * * *

We sat together in the back of the taxi. Her skirt barely covered her ass and within seconds I was playing with her. She made small talk with the taxi driver. It soon transpired they had known each other 15 years earlier. They spent the entire journey chatting and laughing about old times. The fingers of my right hand spent the same amount of time going in and out of her cunt. She made no attempt to stop me. Yet her conversation with him would have implied nothing.

* * * * *

"How'd you know him?" I asked, as I turned the key in the front door.

"Thanks," she said, as I held the door open for her. "We used to fool around years ago."

"Fool around?"

She blushed and then pulled off her top, revealing her pert breasts and erect nipples. "I kissed him and..." She slid down her skirt. "Stuff."

"Stuff?"

She stood before me in only her boots. "He used to do to me what you were doing to me in the back seat."

I delighted in her beauty, admiring her nudity. "You're such a slut." I dived forward to grab her.

She held out her arms. "No, baby!"

"What is it?" I demanded.

She entered the living room, taking me by the hand. "Sit," she instructed.

I sat on the nearest sofa and watched her fantastic backside glide past me to the opposite side of the room. She sat down and parted her legs. "I want to fuck you so much," I confessed.

She laughed. "Not gonna happen, baby." Her fingers strayed to her pussy, concentrating on her clit.

"Please, I need to fuck you. Give me your ass."

"Definitely not."

"Then your pussy, please."

She stared at me. "I order you to masturbate in front of me. I want to hear what parts of the night you enjoyed and what you didn't. You can look at me, but you can't touch. I want you to behave like I am his property and you're fucking lucky I allow you even near me."

I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock.

"Get naked, baby."

I obeyed her and sat naked before her, wanking my cock and confessing what thoughts had gone through my mind. She thrived upon it, loving my arousal, my anger and, finally, my offense. She teased me with occasional comments throughout.

"I wish he was here now," was one. "I should've stayed the night with him and let him fuck me while you went home," was another. She played the torment with such expertise. "How annoyed are you, baby, that you don't even get to fuck my pussy while I give him my mouth, my pussy and my ass?"
"I'm out of my mind," I said.

"Good boy." She fingerfucked herself hard and gushed over the floor.

The image was too much for me and I came hard into the palm of my hand.

She giggled. "I like what I've turned you into."

I looked down, then an inner defiance grew and I met her gaze. "Is that it finished?"

"What?"

"You and him. Is that your fun over?"

Et toujours rien à se mettre sous la dent... ou la main...

dsl vanbruje

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She watched me, indicating no obvious or apparent answer.

"You and him," I repeated. "Is that your fun over?"

She beckoned me to sit next to her. She kissed me hard when I did. Her tongue ever so convincing of her love, despite everything else. "Let me ask you a question, baby? Does it still arouse you to watch me with him? Now, be completely honest."

"Completely honest... Yes, it does."

She stroked my balls. "Then my fun isn't over, baby." She continued to play with me for several minutes, coaxing my cock back to an erection.

"Suck it," I said, soft and encouraging rather than as an order or instruction.

She stood up. "Baby, I'm too tired. You can sit down here and masturbate, if you like. Or you can come to bed with me now. I'll dress sexy if you do."

I followed her to bed, lying under the duvet as she selected something to wear. I naively expected more of an effort, perhaps one of her outfits, but when she donned the skimpiest of her g-strings I could not complain.

She turned on her side, ass facing me. "You can stroke it and maul it, baby, if you like. You can think about what happened to it earlier."

I was erect.

"But no fucking," she insisted. "I'm tired."

I had another troublesome night of arousal and insomnia.

* * * * *

It was late morning the following day when she entered the living room. I basked in her beauty. Her hair was up in a clip, although she pulled off the look with magnificence. Her make-up was flawless. She wore a long, red coat, the buttons fastened at the front. There was another pair of sexy boots underneath. How I adored her in a pair of boots. The way her body swayed when she walked, her ass jutting out.

"He's on his way," she declared.

"What?" I demanded.

She sat down and crossed her legs, revealing the bare flesh of her perfect legs. "We've been texting this morning. I didn't think it was fair of me to expect you to get a taxi back down to pick up the car, so he's coming up here."

"And then what?" My eyes were drawn to those fine legs. "Is he giving me a lift to his?"

She giggled. "Baby, you are silly. He's picking me up. I'll drive the car home."

"Should I not come with you?"

She smiled at me. "That's not the plan."

I had to confess to her. "This is eating me up not getting to fuck you anymore, darling. I need you. There's nothing I want more than to bend you over that table and fuck your ass hard like he did last night."

"You're sweet, baby." She glanced out the window, then back. "But that was just a one-off. I got caught up in the moment. You have to respect my decision not to engage in anal sex anymore."

I had one card left to play. "Then pussy sex. You can't deny me that any longer."

She shot a fierce look. That ever rebellious nature I had long ago fallen for. That no man would tell her what she could or could not do. It calmed within seconds, then came the playful, naughty look I was becoming ever more confused by. "If you're not careful I might just refuse to have sex with you again until after we are married."

"That's insane!" I shouted.

She walked to the window and parted the blinds. "Its traditional."

"But-"

She turned to me. "There he is." She unbuttoned her red coat and hauled it apart, revealing what she was wearing underneath. "What do you think?"

I was speechless, shocked and amazed.

"I'd better hurry." She buttoned up the coat and kissed me a quick goodbye on the lips. "I won't be long."

The front door closed behind her. I watched her walk to his car in those boots, her rear swaying under the coat with every step. She opened the car door and leaned one foot into the passenger side, leaving the other dangling out for a few seconds. It meant her legs were parted for him. Suddenly the door shut. I stared, hoping they wouldn't kiss in our driveway. They didn't. I was spared a public offense and for that I was momentarily thankful.

The car drove off and I was left with an imprint of what she had flashed me under that red coat, my cock straining again in my jeans. I paced myself back and forth in the living room, my eyes never far from the clock. I allotted them 10-15 minutes, depending on traffic, to get to his. The same for her to return. When thirty minutes had come and gone, every passing minute was a minute I could attribute only to alone time between them.

The first hour passed and my thoughts focused on her open coat. She had been wearing a black lace babydoll outfit. I had never seen it on her before. It was a tight fit, covering her nipples, revealing her navel and barely hiding her pussy. The groin region was shaped like a hand, mauling her most intimate region. She had looked incredible in it.

My arousal and jealousy excelled. It was impossible to any longer contemplate that nothing would be happening between them. I pictured his fingers pulling the lace to the side and his tongue exploring her clit. Her words to him in my apparent absence the night before that she "had no wish to hurt me" would be sacrificial lambs to their desires.

Another thirty minutes passed. I imagined him pounding her cunt while she begged for it like a slut. My balls were aching. I needed release. I needed it inside her. Over her. Everywhere. My cum was meant for my fiancée's body, not another tissue. I sat down and reluctantly opened my jeans. There was only one manner in which I could enjoy the situation.

My hand was a rare pleasure, an escape from the sexual torment of her denial. I wanked normally for fifteen minutes, then came the dangerous thoughts of him having her ass. There was no question it was on the cards, despite her claims that it was a one-off. I knew what she was like, her permisterality addictive for anything she enjoyed. I had watched her, heard her and felt her the night before. She was an anal slut whore all over again.

* * * * *

The car in the drive caught me off-guard. I rushed to pull up my jeans before she entered. The clock indicated she had been away for almost 2 hours. The dirty fucker!

She entered the living room, her hair clearly dishevelled. She looked in the mirror and gave a slight chuckle. She knew it too. Her eyes found mine. "Yes, baby?" she asked, mock innocence a commodity.

"Did anything happen down there?" I asked.

She smiled. "Of course, baby."

I couldn't help myself. I had to take her. I jumped from my seat and twirled her in my arms. I went straight for the buttons on her coat. To my surprise, she was non-resistant. She even smiled. I felt her flesh underneath as I reached the third and final fourth button. I pulled open her coat, her back to the window.

"Do you like what you see?" she asked.

She was naked underneath. Just a pair of boots and a coat. "Where's your babydoll?!?"

"In his bedroom." She took my hand and led me to the door. "Let's go upstairs and I'll tell you all about it."

I followed like a ridiculous lapdog, insisting to myself that this would be worth it. I would hear the gory details I so richly enjoyed, despite my conscience and fading self-respect telling me otherwise, and perhaps finally get to hammer her juicy cunt.

"Strip naked and lie on the bed," she ordered.

I complied, leaving my clothes in a heap by the side.

"You really are untidy, baby. You could take a leaf out of my lover's book when it comes to domestics."

I stared back, genuinely not giving a cuckolds brownie about anything other than sex.

"Do you remember last night I asked you to leave the room so I could speak to him in private?"

I nodded.

She stood with her hands on her hips, her legs apart. Her pussy glistened, her nipples were erect. "I told him about your sex ban. He couldn't believe it. I asked him what he thought of it. He said he didn't know. I asked if he'd like me to continue it. He didn't feel it was his place to say. I told him I wanted it to be his place. I wanted him to take charge of me. So he did. He told me I wasn't to let you inside me before he has me again."

I wondered if he had fucked her that afternoon. If he had then she had completed her part of the bargain. She was free to fuck me again. I began to understand why I was lying naked on our bed.

"I promised I wouldn't. We agreed you and I can do some things together, at my discretion, but that we go no further than 69ing. I told him about the dildo and how I've developed a new fondness for having you fuck me with it. He was nearly coming again when I told him."

"Coming? Were you-"

"I was giving him a wank, baby, yeah. Sorry if I forgot to mention it. It didn't seem important. He didn't come in the end, dear help him."

"Dear help him? What about me?"

She smiled. "Baby, you've been having me any time you want for years. A few months of denial won't ******* you."

"A few months!?!"

"Yes, now don't be immature about it. I'm testing your resilience to see just how much you really love me and really want to marry me. We'll see if I'm just sex to you now."

There was a lengthy silence between us. I couldn't fathom how to continue the conversation without descending into a full argument. Given her recent answer-for-everything attitude, I doubted I stood much chance of winning.

"And baby," she began finally, "if you do anything with another girl that will be the end of you and I."

"But yet you can do whatever you want with him?"

"You gave me your permission." She leaned over the bed and with one finger summoned me to her. "But you do not have mine." She kissed me, rough and with her tongue probing deep. "Remember how good these kisses are when you next doubt me. Remember how you used to love to fuck me and imagine how good it will be when you finally get to do it again." She pushed me back down on the bed.

"What now?" I asked.

"Now," she paused, her eyes staring at my erection with greed, "now I tell you about what I did today. You are to masturbate and you are to enjoy what I tell you. My plan is never to hurt you, baby. If you don't enjoy what I do, that is your fault. You opened Pandora's Box and now you can either love it or loathe it. But you cannot take control of what is no longer yours to determine."

I wondered were all of the words her own. Was he shaping her into his slut? Was he powering her to learn lines to recite? "I want to enjoy it," I said, ashamed at how pathetic I sounded.

"Now, wank."

I gripped my manhood and jerked it under her watchful eyes.

"He has wanted me to himself again ever since that first night last weekend. I've resisted. I enjoy doing it in front of you, but after I pledged my faithfulness to him last night I realised I would have to go without sex until I next saw him. We didn't make any concrete arrangements last night and my pussy was on fire this morning."

"Why didn't you tell me?" I said, eager to provide her with every inch of my cock.

"I'm not allowed to fuck you. You're of no use to me that way, right now." Her eyes were fixated on my cock. "Even though I'm dying to sit on you. Oh baby, this is too tempting. I should go downstairs and let you finish off on your own."

"No!" I shouted. "Tell me about today. I must know."

She was half-turned towards the door, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. She looked so beautiful in that moment. I desired her so much that I knew then I had to endure whatever perverse sexual craze I had begun. I could never stop wanting her, nor needing her.

"Please," I insisted.

"Okay." She sat on the edge of the bed, her legs crossed but her breasts exposed under her open coat. "We joked about in the car. He felt my legs and I kept fondling his dick through his trousers. He got hard surprisingly quick, considering I was only messing. He was pestering me to have sex when we got to his house. I was in two minds, but I knew what I was wearing and I loved the fact you knew. He didn't. I kept telling him in the car I wouldn't do anything without you there to watch."

My balls twitched and I stifled the urge to let go.

"When we got to his I got out of the car and headed for our car. He stood there watching me and asked what did I think I was doing. I was trying so hard to come home to you. But my pussy needed a cock. I thought the thoughts of you using the dildo on me would be enough."

"They weren't..." I teased the prospect that she had hurt me, to see what emotional response it would draw.

She looked away. Shame.

I enjoyed the shallow victory. "What happened next?"

"He came up behind me. I had the key in the car door, urging myself to turn it and drive home." She looked at me again. "He kissed me out there in the street, where anyone could see. I melted. I wanted him so much. I didn't care who saw."

We didn't know anyone else who lived in that area, but the sheer brazenness of their actions elevated my arousal. There was something dark and twisted about my deep desire of offense. When or where would it end?

"He asked me to come into his house and I said okay. Baby, I'm sorry, I said okay."

I paced my wanking, desperate not to blow my load before the end. Would she continue or halt under those circumstances?

"We walked hand-in-hand, him opening his gate and then his front door for me, allowing me to walk in lady first. He spanked my ass when I went past into his house."

"How long did he take to kiss you?" I asked.

"I kissed him the moment he shut the front door. I knew what I wanted and I knew the moment I left the safety of our car I was going to be his slut this afternoon. I knew it was wrong, baby, but my pussy was on absolute fire. We didn't bother with the living room or the kitchen. We were dry humping on the stairs. The curtains weren't even drawn. If anyone came up to the front door and looked in they would've seen."

"Tell me what they would've seen." I had to know every detail.

"He unbuttoned my red coat and devoured me on the stairs."

"He fucked you where anyone could've seen?"

"No, baby, he didn't fuck me. He licked and tweaked my nipples, he fingerfucked my pussy, my cunt, and he ate me while I spread my legs for him. I loved the thrill that we could be caught. I kept a constant eye on the front door, but I can't guarantee I'd have let him stop if someone had approached. The passion was too intense."

"Slut," I moaned.

"Tell me when you're going to come, baby."

"I will. But first, tell me more."

She smiled. "I came hard and gushed in his mouth. The way he licked up every drop was driving me crazy. I gushed again. He lifted me up and carried me to his bed. He took off my coat and stripped me out of the babydoll."

"Didn't he like it?"

"He said he did, but he keeps telling me his favourite outfit is the one I was born in. He was saying how beautiful I was as I lay on my back on his bed. He thanked me for coming in. I spread my legs and told him I needed him to come fuck me."

"I'm going to come," I confessed.

She wrenched my hands from my cock. My first fear was she was determined to sabotage my orgasm, to inflict yet further offense on me. My instinct was wrong. Her lips dived around the head and she sucked like the expert I have always known her to be.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

My balls seized for a second then released spurt after spurt into her beautiful mouth. Her eyes never left the task at hand. I was amazed at the sluttiness of her act, different to her usual manner of locking eyes with mine. She was swallowing and sucking the life out of me for more.

I protested that I was done, that she was *******ing me and yet still she refused to relent.

"I need more!" she declared, when finally she broke away. There was a trace of cum that ran from her lips. She caught it and powerd it back into her mouth.

"Christ, darling," I began, "where the fuck did that come from?"

"I didn't get my fill earlier."

"Really?" I was shocked. Her story hadn't indicated any clue that she was unsatisfied by her lover. "How come?"

"In a minute." One of her hands was meticulously milking my cock, an unfamiliar craving for more cum flaming in her eyes. "Promise me you won't tell him what I just did. That I swallowed your cum."

"I thought you said you both agreed we could 69."

"I did, but I made a promise in the heat of the moment that I'd not swallow your cum. There was something so kinky about telling him I'd only swallow his, baby. I'm sorry. I just can't help myself. He brings out the slut in me and I just let go of all my inhibitions." She licked my cock, somehow finding more remnants of my cum. "I can't believe how much I'm enjoying being his slut while I deny myself to you. It gets me off so much. I think I'm past the point where I could prevent myself even if you begged me."

I wiped sweat from my brow. "Finish telling me about earlier," I pleaded.

"On one condition," she began, removing her coat.

"What's that?"

"I want you to eat my pussy while I tell you about it." She lay down next to me on the bed, wearing only her boots, and spread her legs.

"But I don't want to if he-"

"Baby, get your fucking mouth down on me before I impose more punishments on you or decide to humiliate you more."

I was reluctant, lying still beside her. I didn't want to taste him.

"Stop being a pussy." She pushed my arm. "Go down on me."

I couldn't believe what I was doing. She lifted one leg to allow me between her. I found her clit with one hand and rubbed it, the fingers of my other hand massaging the beautiful lips of her pussy.

She smiled. "He came around the side of the bed and stood next to my mouth. I sucked his cock for ages. I didn't even give him the chance to undress. I just had his trousers round his ankles, his dick in my mouth for... Oh God... It must've been half an hour solid." She looked down at me. "I can't feel your tongue, baby. Stick it on my clit."

I obliged, with the utmost of reluctance. If I tasted him on her I knew I would lose all my temper. She could not humiliate me this way. I was in no way into the taste of another man's cum on my wife-to-be.

"He played with my tits and my pussy occasionally."

I couldn't recognise any taste. Then again how would I know for certain? I decided to stop worrying. I was worshipping her sex. I could just relax and allow her story to turn me on.

"But the position meant most of the time was spent with him standing up with his cock going in and out, between my lips. Speaking of which, run your tongue up and down my pussy lips."

I was so far beyond my comfort zone. I could fathom licking her clit if he had been inside her earlier. Her clit was not her pussy. There was no reamister for his cock or his cum to come in contact with it.

"Please, baby, worship me."

To have her beg me was my excuse not to comply.

"Don't ignore me, baby," she warned. "Can you wait til the wedding to do this again?"

I pulled my tongue slowly from her clit. "No, I can't wait."

"Then shove your tongue in there," she insisted, pulling apart her lips with her fingers.

I stared into her pussy, the moistness obvious. I worried he had been there. That he had cum inside her again. That she wanted me to taste him on her. I couldn't do it. "I can't," I said. "I can't do it. Not if he's been inside you again."

"Tell me why. Would you be disgusted that he had fucked me again behind your back?"

"Its not that."

"Good. Then explain."

I sighed, her sex inches from my face and my cock growing from a semi to full hardness again. "I don't want to taste his cum."

"Lick me."

I didn't move.

"Trust me and lick me, baby. If you don't trust me, we've lost everything."

"But did he-"

"Don't ask me that again. I've told you to trust me. I won't allow you to do anything you don't want to. But you must do this for me. Lick my pussy or I am banning you all contact with it until after the wedding."

I urged myself forward until my tongue was between her lips. She tasted juicy. I hungrily ate her, loving her taste and her scent. I had to prove I was still great at eating her, that she couldn't live without me idolising her pussy.

She moaned her approval. "Good boy. You're very lucky, baby. You were skating on thin ice for a moment there."

I licked her harder and faster, desperate for her approval and hoping she would put me out of my misery. That she would identify if there were any foreign objects to her taste.

"I'd probably have put a ban on me sucking and wanking you too. Could you have imagined that? You'd have absolutely no sexual contact with me." She patted my head. "Remember, baby, the less I do with you, the more I'll have to do with him. So think twice before you refuse me again, okay?"

I managed an affirmative moan from between her pussy lips, my tongue prodding further into the unknown.

"I'll admit I was playing a game with him as I sucked his cock so eagerly today. A huge part of me wanted to make him cum right there in my mouth. I worked him so well, dying to finish him before he could fuck me. I was away from home from you and although it was exciting I didn't like that it might hurt you. Are you hurt, baby?"

I hesitated.

"Well?"

"No." Even I couldn't tell if I was lying.

"Oh, baby, I'm so relieved to hear that. I used all my best techniques on him, but he had such staying power. His fingers worked my pussy again, then he leaned down to give me a lick. I needed his cock inside me so much, I think maybe then I eased up on sucking his dick. It was so perfect in my mouth, I don't know how I relented." She grinded her cunt against my mouth, whilst her hands locked behind my head. "Then he said it was time for me to get fucked."

I struggled to free my mouth from her pussy. Her hands pulled me into her with all her power. This was not what I wanted. I couldn't eat him and her. I would be sick.

"My pussy went nuts at his announcement. I couldn't deny it. Not to him. Not to myself. And not to you, baby. This pussy you're eating right now, had to have his dick inside her."

I was still resisting her cunt and her hands, albeit without the upper hand.

"He climbed on top of me and with his cock in his hand went to shove it inside me. But, baby, you'll never guess what happened next..."

My head was a dizzy frenzy of possibilities.

"The doorbell went. He froze. I eased my pussy against his cock, but his head was elsewhere. I was lying there in his bed like a dirty, little, wanton slut and he was looking over his shoulder to the top of the stairs. The doorbell went again, then we both heard the voice through the letterbox."

"Who-?" She shoved my mouth back to her lips and I was no longer bequeathed by indisposition.

"Keep eating me til I cum in your mouth, baby. Another secret we'll keep from him."

I loved her defiance of his commands. That she would include me in them. That I still mattered to her in such an underhand tactic.

"It was his wife. The fucking bitch let herself in with her old keys. He had to rush downstairs to talk to her while I lay there naked on the bed, with my legs spread and absolutely gagging for it."

I redoured my efforts. I was determined to make my fiancée cum in my mouth. The dirty, unfinished slut deserved it.

"I was so fucked off. Never have I went from needing it so bad to getting nothing in return. I had to put my coat back on and sneak out while they talked in the kitchen. That's why I left the babydoll there, under the duvet. I did it out of badness and as a warning to him in case he ended up taking her to bed."

"Let me fuck you," I pleaded.

"I'm tempted, baby, really I am." She thrusted her pussy against my tongue again. "But I've already broken a promise to him by swallowing your cum. I'm not ready to break another. Someday you can fuck me again. I look forward to it."

I brought my fingers to her pussy and fucked her with all my might, my tongue lapping up her little clit. My fingers had been well trained in her pleasure and if I wanted I could make her last all afternoon. Or, as she so richly required, I could have her gushing within a minute. I found her special spot inside, and milked that sponge for all her juice. Her body began to rock, her nails dug into my back and I released her clit from my tongue. I dived down to her pussy and licked her lips. Within a few seconds she was gushing juice into my mouth. It was incredible. There was such a vast quantity. I estimated a good couple of mouthfuls.

I wanted more and returned my fingers to her insides, to that sponge. Her hips tried to resist, but they were weak. It only took a few more seconds and her will subsided. I pulled and squeezed inside her, desperate for more juice to swallow. His loss was to be my joy.

"Oh God, baby!" she squealed, and the juice came hard, much of it squirting over my face as well as into my mouth. "No more," she complained.

"More," I insisted, several times.

I manipulated her body half a dozen more times until the bed, never mind my throat, was saturated in her juices. She rolled onto her front, complaining of exhaustion. My cock was hard and the sight of her hot, wet ass before me was temptation at its physical best.

"I want to fuck you so much right now," I said.

"Baby," she croaked, "you have no idea how badly I need a cock in me right now. Please don't tempt me. I made a promise. Don't power me to break it."

I came up behind her and placed my cock between her ass cheeks. "Were you specific about which hole you would deny me?" I gave myself a wank with her cheeks. Every few strokes or so I leaned down so the tip struck her anus. "It can be another little secret of ours." I found the juice from her pussy and wiped it over the crack of her ass.

She pulled away. "No, baby, my ass is sore from last night. Its my pussy I want fucked in and I meant I would deny you my pussy when I promised him." She was lying on her side, legs open and doing little to physically discourage me.

Her mobile phone beeped on her bedside table. My eyes were locked on it, dying for a clue as to the sender's identity. Her hand was across the phone and blocking the screen in a split second. Her face lit up when she opened it. Her eyes read and her fingers scrolled. My suspicions were of one permister. Yet I knew I would be disappointed if it wasn't him. My addiction was her with him. No matter how frustrating their relationship had made mine with her. She smiled wide.

"Its him," she said. "He's apologising for earlier." She read on. "You're going to have to be up early tomorrow."

"Why?"

"You'll have to sign for a delivery." Her mobile beeped again. "New multimedia message received," she said aloud, a tone of confusion. She pressed a button, presumably to open. "Oh I see." She turned the phone to display an image.

"A dildo?" I asked.

"My new dildo. A present from him. He says he wants me to be faithful to this dildo. His dildo. And to stop using the old one." She kissed me. "Oh baby, this is so kinky. I can't wait til you fuck me with it tomorrow." Her fingers were typing out a message. "I'd better thank him. I'll send your thanks too."

In the previous part, he and I pulled a blonde, Victoria, and a brunette, Katie, in the hotel bar. We were invited back to their room. Meanwhile my fiancée, playing the role of his wife to the new people we have met, has gone back to another room with another man named David. The last part ended with me gaining an erection, with Katie bent over in front of me.

"Fuck me now!" Katie cried.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass back towards me until the head of my cock was nestled at the entrance to her cunt. She was beautifully soaking, shaven and, I knew I was seconds away from discovering, sensual. She pushed herself back as much as possible, her back arched. I hesitated, seeking to enjoy the moment, the thrill, the lust -- the almost forgotten feeling of a woman desiring to be taken and fucked.

"FUCK YES!"

I was inside her, her pussy enveloping more of my cock as I ploughed forward. The feeling of a new pussy to explore was only amplified by the denial -- the cuckolding - I had been powerd from another. Katie wasn't my fiancée. She was younger. She was fresh. She was fucking hot.

"Turn her more towards the wall," he suggested.

"Yeah," agreed Victoria, her eyes a frenzy, "I wanna see your cock going in and out of her."

I obliged, almost too willingly. Katie's equal obedience suggested she was up for anything as well. She buried her head on the bed, thrust her hips higher and discovered what it was to be fucked by a man who had been denied a cunt for too long. I slammed into her hard, smacking her cheeks with the palms of my hand. This was the fucking my fiancée had earned. This was the fucking she had spurned. This was the fucking that young Katie would never forget.

Victoria crawled forward on all fours. She neared Katie's midriff, her hands reaching out and stroking her body. He joined her on the bed, her pussy just out of reach of his cock if he remained standing at the side of the bed.

"Oh, I love being fucked!" yelled Katie.

Victoria's hands roamed over Katie's waist, I presumed to her breasts and finally down to her pussy. I felt her fingers caressing my balls, although my rhythm was much too violent to pause for a sensual stroking.

"Let me taste you on his cock," Victoria suggested to Katie.

Katie slumped forward and my cock was achingly released from her snatch.

Victoria didn't hesitate, her tongue lashing every remnant of her friend's pussy from my head. She worshipped every drop which had gathered under the foreskin, leaving no trace untouched.

"There's more," I insisted, pulling the foreskin forward and revealing inches to the base covered in Katie's juice.

Victoria's will was to coat me first in her saliva, then to suck everything right back up. He was still fucking her, although his pace had slackened.

"I wonder if your wife's getting fucked yet," Katie said, completely out of the blue.

He smiled.

I worried and closed my eyes, images of her being held down and used by another man permeating my mind. Stills and video clips lined my synapses. Her being dominated and desiring every shock to her system that would come with the humiliating use of a stranger. I couldn't help but imagine her satisfaction, her lust, her craving, her success at enjoying the attention of the opposite sex.

Victoria started to suck my cock differently. No longer pursuing the taste of a friend. Intently, she was readying me to supply one or both of them with my own juice.

"I hope so," he admitted. "And then she can tell me about it later."

"That is sooooo cool," Katie said.

The sound of Victoria sucking my cock reverberated around the room. Her discipline seemed too perfect, as if she was no longer distracted. I opened my eyes and saw him joining Katie on the bed, his cock no longer inside his blonde slut. He brushed Katie's beautiful brunette hair behind her ear and pulled her towards his groin.

"Is this what you like your wife doing to other men?" she asked, taking his cock in her hand and jerking him gently.

"Yes," he managed, adjusting to the new touch of another.

I grasped Victoria's long, blonde hair in a bunch. She gazed up, half-enabling a smile to escape her lust-fuelled lips. She wasn't dropping my cock from her mouth for nobody. Fuck, she was good. A real antidote for all the offense and heartbreak -- if I could even use that word -- my fiancée had put me through. A gentle reminder that I had been the one to open Pandora's box jolted my memory with a mental picture of the first time he had fucked her a few weeks earlier. When I had been ordered to the pub. When all knowledge of what had happened that night had been denied to me. All that I had to go on was his text message, hinting quite clearly that they had experimented with bondage. That he had restrained her. I saw her bent over with her hands bound, cunt and ass exposed only to him and only for him.

"What else?" Katie asked.

"Suck my cock and I'll tell you," he insisted, beckoning her lips to his head.

She engorged him in a second.

He stifled a rare swear word and enjoyed a few pleasing seconds of oral sex from her.

Victoria cupped my balls and, expertly using her tongue, pushed my cock to one side of her mouth. She held it between her teeth and spat out a couple of vital words. "Somebody's close."

I half-grinned, half-worried of the consequences of being the first to explode.

"I love knowing what a slut she is," he began. "I find her such a sexy lady. No one will ever turn me on the way she does. When I think of another man getting to fuck her, my cock gets rock hard."

I wondered if he was putting himself in my shoes. If he was mocking me. Or if he was recalling stories of his own real-life, ex-wife.

Victoria's fingers travelled under my balls and, with one digit, rubbed my anus. I squirmed at first. "Relax," she insisted.

I was in unfamiliar territory, my behind tense.

She gently circled my anus. She smiled and resumed her sucking of my cock.

"I love knowing that she finds joy in the arms of another man, her mouth on the cock of another, her pussy spread wide for him."

My mind was a sea of my fiancée taking a ready supply of new dicks, under his instruction, of Victoria's mouth on my cock, running back and forth at a phenomenal rate, her fingertip slowly probing the entrance to my ass and Katie's delivering a visually stunning blow-job. How I wished I'd had my turn.

"She is a whore and she loves it," he added.

I felt my balls contorting above her wrist, my anus strangely opening to accept more of her finger and finally my cock beginning to spurt in her mouth.

Her eyes lit up, at first causing doubt as to whether the emotion was anger or joy. She raced her lips to the base of my cock and sucked on my entire length.

I couldn't control a word out of my mouth in that moment, nor a motion in my body. I was an assortment of assault and denial. Pushing her back and fucking her mouth. Wanting relief and straining release. More and more of my cum entered her mouth.

"You lucky lad," he remarked. "I thought sure I'd be first."

For thirty seconds she slurped on my cock and rubbed my anus until finally I could receive no more stimulation. I lifted my crack from her finger and flipped over onto my back, a trail of cum and saliva leading my cock to Victoria's mouth. She smiled, mouth closed, and winked. She rolled herself across the bed to his cock, reaching out and pulling it from Katie's mouth. Katie moaned, one of annoyance and not of pleasure. Victoria's free hand found Katie's chin and gently encouraged her towards her. Their lips made contact, gently at first.

"Holy..." he said, as Katie's tongue found Victoria's and they snogged a cocktail of saliva and cum.

Only I and, perhaps more so Victoria, could testify as to how many parts cum and how many saliva. These stunning sluts were insatiable, allowing no trace to go to waste between them. There was a slight dribble from Victoria's lips. Katie quickly caressed it into her breasts.

My hand found my cock. I had came hard and fast, but still I was erect. A pleasing discovery given my earlier anxieties. I noticed Katie's throat gulp first.

"Spoilsport," he said.

He and I laughed.

Victoria stared into her friend's eyes for a couple of seconds. There was an intensity to her glance. Something shared perhaps only by women. Or rather, sluts. Katie's eyes were almost a picture of intimidation. Of threat. Or rather, threatened. She slowly arched back. Victoria pounced, her hands powering Katie down hard and holding her still. The blonde on brunette attack had commenced.

"No," whispered Katie, shutting her legs.

Victoria held no interest in her pussy and prised open Katie's mouth, licking her lips in circular motions. She spilled the last of my cum from her mouth. Katie appeared to cringe as she accepted the final load.

"Swallow," insisted Victoria, a wholesome, dominant tone in her voice.

He ran his hands up and down Katie's calves. Her eyes were of the submissive. A last, dying air of reluctance pleading for a reprieve.

"Do it now," Victoria added.

Katie closed her eyes and gulped down my cum. His hands strayed further up her legs until they found Victoria's gorgeous, round ass. She deliberately jutted it out towards him. He spanked her and she purred. Katie took a deep breath, licked her lips a little less reluctantly and gently spread her legs. One of his hands strayed to her pussy, alternating between lips and clit. She was smiling again.

He shifted himself between Katie's legs and spread Victoria's lips over her. "I hope you don't mind," he whispered.

"Not at all," replied Victoria, pushing her pussy towards his cock.

He entered her again and she squealed.

Katie's face was a picture of disappointment. "I need my share of him too," she complained.

His hand continued to pleasure Katie's pussy while he pounding Victoria with his cock, the pussies of the two girls regularly coming into contact. I sat and watched, mesmerised and temporarily forgotten.

"What's he feel like?" Katie asked.

"Fucking great," answered Victoria.

"Let me taste you on him."

Victoria smiled and rammed her cunt back on his cock, eager for more. "Give me another minute first."

He grabbed her hips and violently humped her. Her screams were no doubt heard up and down the corridor. A blonde slut was getting fucked hard and cared not in the slightest who knew. His hands roamed up her sides, grabbing her breasts, a quick dart to Katie's pussy revealed a couple of Victoria's fingers had taken the place of his, until finally he seized her blonde hair and threw her forward. The girls' mouths entwined. Such was the capacity of their lust for each other's tongues that I couldn't decipher what either was saying, although clearly they were trying to communicate.

"Okay, now," said Victoria, clearly and finally.

Katie slid beneath her and pulled his cock from Victoria's cunt. She stuffed it into her mouth and lapped up the taste of her friend on him. Victoria raised one of her legs high in the air and encouraged her pussy to his mouth. His hesitation was invisible if it existed, his tongue diving head first into her young cunt. Her volume hit a new pitch.

I was touched with envy as I watched the developing threesome. He had the stunning Katie engulfing every inch of his cock, saturated with Victoria's juices, whilst he had the run of the gorgeous blonde's cunt on his mouth. I continued to masturbate, hopeful my erection would not cease to exist. Fucking Katie was only my beginning. I wanted to throw Victoria onto her back and fuck her pussy hard. She seemed the kinkier of the two. Perhaps not by far. But there was something insatiable about her sluttiness. An image of my fiancée sucking off David flashed into my eyes. I shook it off and approached the action.

My fingers found Victoria's nipples first. I tweaked them. She opened her eyes and stared at me. I tweaked harder.

She pushed my hands away and shook her head, struggling to steady her shape as he continued to eat her. Was she rejecting me? Her face was a flush with lust. Or was he taking her to her limits? I reached out and stroked her cheek, running my finger towards her lips. She bit my finger, at first playfully. As her body began to shake though, she snapped down on my forefinger and trapped it in her mouth. She was trying to silence her screams. Her breasts bobbed up and down, her waist shook side to side, juice ejaculated from her cunt onto his mouth and chest. Even Katie was coated in some.

I pulled my finger away at the earliest opportunity and examined the damage. Bloody hell, I thought. It was almost unbelievable. There were serious dents from her teeth.

She fell from his mouth to the bed and flopped down on her chest, her lungs heaving for breath.

A rising anger from the pain she had inflicted, I flipped her onto her back and spread her legs. "You're not done yet," I insisted.

"Oh God," she said, and at once covered her eyes and wiped sweat from her brow.

I pinned her legs over my shoulders and held my cock against her pussy, rubbing the head up and down her lips. His mouth had ensured she was soaking, open and hungry. I grinned as her eyes locked on mine. It was the first time I had witnessed any shred of vulnerability in Victoria. I was excited. To take this ravishing whore and to fuck her in her moment of weakness, of maximum exposure, was a rare opportunity I dared not miss. I pushed every inch of my cock inside her.

"Fucking hell!" she cried.

I held it deep inside her and didn't miss her stare.

"Oh God, you're right up me."

I pulled it out to the head, held it there, gazed into her lust-crazed eyes, and finally rammed it back inside her. She yelped and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me harder inside her. I fucked her and fucked her and fucked her, holding nothing back. The intensity of the fucking sent shock waves across the bed, I noticed halting even Katie's sucking of his cock. He was watching too. I disappointed neither, although my seizing of Victoria's cunt as my own was for my own selfish reamisters. I needed to feel in control again. In command. At the height of domination. How a man should feel. No more humiliating. Degrading. Or cuckolding. This was pure man on woman. Fucking.

"Don't stop!" cried Victoria.

I had no intention.

"Fucking hell," remarked Katie. "I thought you had an eye for me, but you didn't fuck me like that."

Sweat dripped from my forehead onto Victoria's face. She brought up her tongue to meet it, tasting me good and proper. Yet again.

He crawled his way around Katie and kneeled beside Victoria's face. She was still staring at me as he caressed her cheek and hair. He gently turned her mouth towards his cock and offered her his head.

She allowed her eyes to remain fixed on mine as she took him between her lips. Her tongue circled his head. Still she stared at me. I fucked her pussy hard. Her head rocked back under the power. But her eyes refused to budge their glance. He pushed his cock back and forth in her mouth, never allowing the head to leave.

"That is so hot," said Katie, touching herself as she watched.

He pulled her hair hard so that her head turned completely into his cock, robbing her eyes of our stare. I ever so slightly slackened my pace, building into a comfortable rhythm where I could enjoy every fold of her lips as I entered and exited. I pulled out completely and slapped her clit with my cock. Her response was a cross between a moan and a yelp, although she continued to rock her mouth to and fro on his cock. He reached out to her chest and pinched her nipples. On this occasion, she made no attempt to protect herself.

Katie reached out and stroked his thigh, her fingers edging nearer to his cock. "Let me suck you too," she pleaded.

He chuckled. "You'll need to make room for yourself," he said.

She looked around the bed and sighed. "I feel left out."

I pummelled Victoria with all my might again, determined to power another orgasm out of her before I came.

"You're such a bitch, Victoria," Katie said, her tone joking.

Between gobbles, Victoria affirmed her agreement in a muffled tone.

"You're just loving their cocks, aren't you?"

Another positive response.

Katie dangled her legs over the side of the bed and dragged herself up. She moved around to the other side of him, and knelt down. Her head came level with his cock in Victoria's mouth. She watched eagerly, sticking her tongue out and licking her lips.

"Come closer," he said.

She obeyed.

He pulled his cock from a blonde slut with no intentions of letting him away so easily.

"No, no, no," she complained, shaking her hair wildly as she fought for more of his cock.

He exhaled a subtle hint of laughter and brought Katie's mouth to his member. "Oh yes," he said. "That feels good."

I grabbed Victoria's face and turned her towards me again as I fucked her. Her mouth was gaping wide open as I drilled inside her. Her screams returned quickly. Katie's eyes wandered from his cock to the intensity of my fuck with Victoria. I enjoyed the look of envy upon her. To have two girls in the same room, both desiring me to fuck them. It was a welcome break from the absurdity of my life which had so fluently become the norm.

"Suck my balls," he ordered, and pulled Katie from his cock.

She obliged. His bulging testicles under his cock hid her beautiful eyes from my view.

Victoria's whore-like facial expressions were enough of a substitute to hold my attention as I plunged back and forth inside her. I released her face and grabbed her tits. They were a handy bunch. I squeezed and slapped them as they jiggled about. She threw her head back and screamed. I almost wished he would power his cock back inside her mouth. To silence the tramp. To make her take her fucking with a complete muteness. I turned her on her side, facing towards Katie's mouth on his balls. Go on, I said inside, take it.

Victoria reached out and wanked his cock. She was vigorous, as if she wanted him to cum as quickly as possible. She watched what she was doing, eager as if she would never again enjoy the opposite sex. Katie licked and sucked each of his balls in turn below.

I could hold back no longer and pulled out of her, ejaculating spurt after spurt of hot cum on her belly and tits. I wanked a final flurry which landed on her clit. Her hand, naturally, collected and calmly rubbed it into her lips.

I was spent.

Still, the two girls worked on his groin. He was smiling, knowing full well I was finished. He had been afforded the attention of my fiancée all day. He was in no rush to cum. He probably couldn't, even if he wanted to, such had been the repetitive nature of her efforts.

I silently made my way to the bathroom to freshen up, giving the threesome a final glance before I left them. I showered quickly, eager to return, wondering if I could gain another erection and have the two of them worship my genitals as they had his. I was in the mood for a lazy one. To lie on the bed and have them work away.

I turned off the shower and found a towel. I half-dried myself. Such was the burning desire to return to the bed that I saw little logic in fussing.

I heard his voice, quiet but clearly, before I opened the bathroom door. I caught the handle and swung it open. I walked, naked, into the room and was greeted by the sight of him on his back, the girls with a piece of his cock each in their mouths. He was holding his mobile phone to his ear and holding up a finger to his mouth, indicating I maintained my silence.

"That's great," he began, "I'm glad you had a good time."

He held the phone before him for a few seconds and searched for a particular key. When he found it, the loud speaker facility came into play.

"Oh, sweetie, it was incredible." I recognised the all too familiar voice.
"The wife," whispered Katie to me.

I nodded, far from oblivious.

Her lips returned to his balls, kissing and sucking them quietly. Victoria's mouth enveloped the head of his cock.

"Tell me what happened," he said. "I want to know."

"Can he hear me?" my fiancée asked.

"The chauffeur? No, of course not. Nobody can hear you. I have complete privacy. So tell me what you got up to with that guy."

"He had such a big cock," she began, unknowingly encouraging smiles from our blonde and brunette friends. "I could feel it through his trousers on the way to his room. He had his fingers in my pussy in the lift. Actually in my pussy, not on my clit. He teased it with his thumb, but pulled away when I pushed it towards him. He was such a tease. I didn't want to enjoy it, the way he was playing with my desires. The way he manipulated me. But, sweetie..."

"What?"

"It turned me on so much. I just couldn't stop squeezing his cock through his trousers. And the worst bit?"

"Go on."

"We weren't alone in the lift."

He grinned. "Who was there?"

Victoria swallowed him whole.

"Another couple. She knew what was happening. I don't know about the man. They got off the floor below David's."

"On first name terms, are we?" he said.

She hesitated. "Yeah... Do you want me to go on?"

I wanted to at the very least attempt to silence her, but the moment evaporated all too quickly.

"I insist," he said.

She purred down the phone. "I'm completely naked here, sweetie. My legs are spread for you. I've showered and pampered myself for you."

His eyebrows narrowed. "That was quick."

Silence.

"He mustn't have lasted very long with you, no?"

A couple of seconds passed. Muffled noise of the girls on his cock were all I could hear. I dared myself to do something. Anything. Make a sound. A reamister -- no, an excuse -- for this to stop.

"He didn't have your stamina," she finally answered. "But he did fuck me like a bull."

He smiled like a Cheshire cat. "Steady on, slow down. Deliver the details to me as they happened. You know I love it when you tell me these stories in intricate detail."

Further silence from her end suggested she shared my surprise. He was talking as if this had happened before? Was he speaking for the sake of Katie and Victoria, merely playing along the elaborate hoax that my fiancée was his wife? Or had she done this before? Had he instructed another man to fuck her and then have her relive the experience with him? I didn't doubt her capabilities. Not one bit. But her integrity. Surely not. Surely... I wasn't sure of anything.

Katie glanced at my cock, then darted away again. I looked down. There wasn't much of an impression to be made. After cumming twice, it was deflated and anything but attractive. My confidence dived.

"Okay..." She paused. I knew the tone in her voice. She had her suspicions someone else was there. "You sure you want to hear this over the phone?"

"Yes."

"Wouldn't you rather come up to the room and fuck me while I tell you?"

He ran his free hand over Katie's tanned, naked leg. "Tell me now... Or I'll have to administer another form of punishment upon my return."

"Oh, don't tempt me. I've been such a bad girl already. My pussy is on fire. I need you here."

There was a frustration in his face. "Tell me now. Tell me everything."

She masked a sigh that only someone who had been with her as long as I had could recognise. "He mauled me all the way to his room, in the lift, in the corridor and finally outside his door. Sweetie, he had me naked in the corridor for a few seconds. He stripped me and finger-fucked me til I gushed all over his hand."

This reminded me of a time, several years previously on a holiday in Spain, when I had done the very same thing to her.

"A few seconds?" he asked.

She giggled. "A minute. Two at the most. Anyone could have seen me out there. I'm sure somebody had to hear me. I tried to keep the noise down, but... I can't remember if I managed to when I gushed. I lost all control. I just grabbed him and stuck my tongue down his throat. I... I begged him... I begged him to take me inside and fuck me."

Victoria's fingers slipped between her legs. Katie's pussy was already being pleasured by him.

"You begged for another man's cock?" he asked, his eyes on mine.

Never had I felt so naked. So exposed. So little. So nothing. There was no anger in my emotion. I literally couldn't feel it if there was even the remotest inkling of it. My own understanding of my feelings were shrouded in mystery. Would I later relive this moment and beat myself senseless? It was possible. The offense often aroused me, especially in retrospect. My shrivelled cock wasn't enjoying the present, however. As much as I wanted to award the girls with another erection to fight over, it wasn't forthcoming.

"I didn't have to beg for long. He opened the door and dragged me inside. My knees were weak and he threw me onto the bed. He didn't eat me. I didn't suck him. He just lay on top of me and fucked me. There was no kissing. No intimacy. Just a down and dirty fuck. He used me like a whore. Banged me like a slut. Oh, sweetie, I want you to come back to the room and fuck me, sweetie."

"We'll be up to the room shortly," he said.

"I just want you to fuck me. Do you have to bring him with you?"

In one swift motion, my offense exonerated any and all actions I had committed with Katie and Victoria. The two looked up from his cock, slurping and stifling giggles at my dismissal. I felt pathetic and aroused in one single moment. How was this possible?

"Why not?" he asked her.

"I'd like us to be alone."

He laughed. "Maybe I'll have you tell him what you've told me."

"No!"

Katie mocked an "Aw," at me.

Victoria's eyes found my cock. She glanced up to him. He didn't notice. She released his cock and stood up. Her breasts looked fantastic, heaving. Why did blondes suit big tits? I couldn't believe the speed of various thought spinning across my mind. Her eyes were on my cock again. I sensed no immediate disappointment from her. She was undoubtedly no angel. No virgin. No novice. There was nothing shameful about a man who had came twice not being immediately erect for a third time.

She approached me, ran her hand over my balls and cock and kissed my neck. I didn't want her lips on mine. The thought of his cock in her mouth repulsed me. Or at least the thought of sharing a kiss with her after it had been.

"Did he make you cum?" he asked my fiancée.

"No," she answered.

"Did he cum?"

"Er... Yes."

"Where?"

"He... He pulled out... And... He came on my tits."

"Did he wear a condom?"

"Oh yes, of course. I'm not that stupid."

Victoria played with my cock, pulling the foreskin back and forth. I looked down. Why did it have to look so small when it wasn't aroused? I panicked.

"We'll be up soon," he said.

"Okay," she began, "I'll save myself for you. But don't be long. I could use one more shag before the night is out."

Victoria dropped to her knees and took me into her mouth. She sucked back and forth, encouraging life into my cock.

Katie devoured his erection. He in turn finger-fucked her.

Two people in the room were getting it on. Two people were trying. Two people were failing.

I stroked Victoria's hair, tried to relax and even stretched my mind to images my fiancée had unwittingly conjured on the phone.

Victoria picked up the pace, one hand massaging my balls. They were anything but bulging. Exploded, emptied and exasperated. She released my cock from her mouth and caught it with her other hand. The fucking thing didn't even feel her whole palm as she attempted a wank.

There was an increase in activity from the bed. He was fucking Katie's mouth for all it was worth. His moans increased. Her legs bucked against his fingers. It crossed my mind for a confusing split-second that they hadn't fucked. Or if they had, I had missed it when I showered. She worshipped his length at an astonishing rate. Each and every inch of him travelling in and out of her mouth at speed. She cupped his balls.

Victoria sighed and let go of my cock.

He came hard over Katie's face, most of it missing her mouth. He and her expelled erotic tones of pleasure. She ummmed and aaahed as spurts landed on her cheeks, her nose, her chin and her chest. He held back nothing in his grunts. His aggression. His desire.

Victoria looked over and back at me. "I'm sorry, honey," she began, "I'm hungry." She walked back to the bed and, as an antonym to Katie's lack of desire, melted her mouth on every drop of his cum she could find. She cleaned her friend as only a cumslut could.

I stood at the edge of the bed, watching. I was unable to get any form of erection as he brought Katie to a climax with his fingers. I was the odd one out. The loser. The afterthought. I was completely humiliated.

Victoria kissed Katie for half a minute, closing the curtains on what, I supposed in all honesty, hadn't been the worst night of my life.

He kicked his legs out of the bed, stood, stretched and headed for the shower. Katie buried her head in Victoria's shoulder, announced her tiredness and shut her eyes. Victoria couldn't seem to bring herself to look at me. Perhaps she was sparing me the embarrassment.

I found my clothes and dressed in silence. He wasn't far behind.

"Girls," he began, pulling on his underwear, "that was a terrific night. We really enjoyed ourselves. Didn't we?"

I nodded.

Victoria smiled.

Katie snored.

He finished dressing, made subtle small-talk and then we left.

* * * * *

He spoke a little as we walked through the hotel from the girls' room to the one he and my fiancée were booked into. I concentrated on barely a word he said. My mind was swimming with the reality of facts, the depths of fears and the consequences on the future.

Never mind the fact that my fiancée had been fucked by another man - another one! - but that I had fucked two other girls myself. And my fiancée's lover knew all about it. She had previously warned me that if I did anything with one girl never mind two it would be over between us. I would be homeless.

We turned a corner from one corridor to another and I could see their room close. I realised my error. He had me by the balls. I could not stop him doing anything with her. All he would have to do would be to threaten to tell her what I did and I would crumble.

"If she asks you about her going off with the man," he began, "if she wants to know if it annoyed you or hurt you, tell her it didn't and that she had your blessing."

He didn't need to issue any threats. He had my agreement in stone.

She bathed that evening after I had brought her to climax and several times swallowed her juices. I was permitted to watch her and occasionally to help wash her most intimate of regions. I begged several times for the right to fuck her again. She revealed a deep flattery and that the renewed attention from me was bringing back the old butterflies in her stomach from when we had first met.

"Its going to be so intense when we finally do it again, baby," she promised, standing naked in the bath as the water drained out.

I passed her a white towel and she wrapped it around her figure. "I've never wanted you more," I confessed.

"Good, baby. I'll have to keep working your desire higher."

I helped her out of the bath and watched her dry herself, diligently helping with her butt cheeks. I expected her to change into her night clothes when she entered the bedroom. I was wrong. Out came a g-string, a bra, a short, tight black skirt and a t-shirt which barely covered her navel.

"Are you going somewhere?" I asked.

"No, baby," she began, "I just love the way I'm feeling at the minute and I want to dress sexy around you. Do you mind? It's not too much for you, is it?"

I shook my head.

* * * * *

The rest of my evening consisted of my eyes straying to her legs and in particular to the gap underneath her skirt. Until finally, as she bent over to put on a DVD, I was fixated on the bottom of her ass cheeks and the g-string in between.

"Like the view?" she asked, her head still facing away.

"Love it."

She hitched her skirt up a couple of inches. "Better?"

"Oh fuck," I said, an erection raging in my trousers again.

She giggled and hit play on the DVD, then she stood up and returned to the sofa, lying against me. She crossed and uncrossed her legs throughout the film, my eyes paying little attention to the screen. It was Monster's Ball. Then came a very intense sex scene. As Halle Berry was bent over a sofa and fucked hard I could think only of my fiancée bent over his sofa, while he rammed his cock up her ass. She had loved it. My cock was hard again.

"You thinking what I'm thinking, baby?" she asked.

"What's that?" I played the innocent act.

"About last night. When he took me over his sofa."

I said nothing.

She reached to my groin and felt my hard dick through my jeans. "Oh, baby, someone's very aroused." She rubbed back and forth through the fabric. "I love when you're this hard, baby. Are you hard for the film or for me?"

"You."

She smiled. "It's a pity that dildo wasn't here yet. I am gagging for something hard between my legs."

"I've got something right here."

She shook her head. "You know I can't. Not yet. But I do think you deserve a reward." She unzipped my fly and pulled out my erect cock. She leaned down and studied it, neither her fingers nor tongue coming into contact with it. "I could be so greedy with that if I let myself go."

I wanted her to suck it. I needed it. I didn't want to have to jerk off in front of her again. "Suck it, babe, please," I pleaded.

Her palm wrapped around my shaft. "You telling me what to do, mister?" Her tone was jovial, but suddenly she clenched tightly. "You're not allowed to tell me what to do anymore." Her hand relaxed, and she began to pace herself up and down my cock. "You've lit a flame in me by pushing me into my lover's arms and the slut inside me has been awakened."

I groaned under her touch. Her spell. Her curse.

She passed me the remote for the DVD. "Go back to the chapter where he fucks her."

I found it with considerable ease.

"I want to watch it while I wank you. You watch it too. We can think of last night together." She increased her pace the moment the sex commenced on screen. "Oh fuck, baby, I'd love to be getting fucked right now."

"Then let's do it," I said, aware that each and every denial only increased my need to cum and that my balls were tensing much quicker than normal.

"No!" She wanked me harder. "I can't do that. You know the promise I made him." She turned her head to face me and delivered one of her most ridiculous, and yet equally meaningful, statements. "I wouldn't do that on him. I'm not a cheat."

Her words and her wanking were driving me to the edge. "Oh fucking hell!" I shouted. "I'm gonna cum."

She grabbed a couple of tissues with her free hand and held them over my cock.

"Fuck!" I came hard into the tissues, her palm milking every last drop.

She was staring into my eyes, smiling. "Nice, baby?"

I nodded, then confusion arrived with the clarity of the come down. "Why'd you make me cum in the tissues? I expected you to swallow like earlier."

"His rules," she said.

There wasn't another word spoken between us until we went to bed. Even then, she kissed me goodnight and rolled over, displaying her magnificent ass. I caressed it throughout the night, but I was refused permission to go any further.

* * * * *

I was awoken from my Monday morning snooze by the postman knocking on the front door. I had a glorious erection and had to throw on a dressing gown before I went downstairs. He was filling in a 'we called' form when I opened the front door.

"Sorry if I woke you, mate."

"Not a problem. Where do I sign?"

He handed me a machine and I provided a digital signature. For reamisters beyond that of a rational man, I used a pseudonym. It meant that in some Royal Mail database somewhere on that date, at that time, a Mr Thomas Cruise received a parcel. If it happened to be noted whom the sender was I didn't want my real name cropping up in connection with dildo purchases and deliveries.

I shut the front door and ripped open the parcel. There it was still in its shop packaging. I scanned the details for information. It measured a whopping 12 inches. Could she take all that? Her previous record was 10. I read on. It was waterproof with 3 different vibration settings for her pleasure. From soothing to sheet-ripping, it said. She was never a fan of vibrators alone. She loved having me work the dildo in and out of her at an independent pace. I wondered for a few seconds if this was a technological advance which would render another part of my sex life redundant. I vowed not to allow it.

I texted my fiancée to let her know it had arrived safely. Seconds later she replied. "Cant wait 4 u 2 fuck me with it. Need cocked good and hard now. So frustrated."

* * * * *

A couple of hours later my phoned beeped again. It was her with another message. "Hot guy in here fixing the dodgy window. God I'd love him to fuck me. The bosses are all out and Sharon is downstairs all day."

Knowing she had the office to herself, I typed a quick reply. "Flirt with him, see how it goes."

Beep beep. "He keeps smiling at me. I feel so embarrassed. He caught me looking at his cock."

I didn't hesitate. "Make an excuse to bend over in front of him. Make it obvious. You've my permission to do anything you want but 1 condition -- I get to fuck you tonight if anything does happen."

There was a long period of five minutes when she didn't reply. My imagination went into overdrive and I could see a stranger pounding her from behind, over her desk. I could see her clenched teeth, striving in vain to silence her moans. My fantasy was cut short by another text.

"Would love to but you know who wouldn't let me."

I didn't reply.

* * * * *

I was waiting in the bedroom when she finally arrived home. I had set her new dildo, upright, at the top of the stairs. Her footsteps were hurried and she gasped when she found it. She almost stumred into the bedroom, her toy in hand. Her face was a picture.

"Oh my God, baby, have you seen the size of this thing?"

I nodded.

"It's a monster!" She threw it down on the bed and removed her coat. "I'm horny as hell, but take it easy on me with it." She unbuttoned her blouse and again revealed no bra underneath. Next to come off was her heels and her skirt, followed by a pair of tights. She gave me a twirl in her g-string. "Sexy?"

"Oh yes," I admitted. "And did the so-called hot guy get to see any of it earlier?"

She lay down on the bed next to me. "He asked me out for a take after work."

The time on the clock made it obvious she had not taken him up on the offer. "Why didn't you go?"

She was touching herself, rubbing the moistness from her lips to her clit and back again. "I wanted to, I really did. I even got his number just in case."

"You should've gone out, if you wanted."

"Baby, I couldn't. You know he's put a ban on me having sex with you."

"Yes," I began, "on me and you. He didn't say you and another guy, did he?"

She put the dildo in my hand. "Rub it up and down, between my legs. I'm gagging for it, but do be careful, baby."

I caressed her beautiful pussy with the head of the huge dildo and pressed her again about her lover's sex ban.

She giggled. "Baby, I texted him this morning to ask his permission to do something with the repair man."

"You texted him?" I asked, finding her opening all too eager to take the length.

"Baby, we text each other everyday. Didn't I mention it?" She knew fine well she had kept that one to herself. "But he said no. He only wants me to have another man while he watches. I was gutted, especially when the guy started chatting me up."

"He did?" I was not surprised. She was a regular winner of male attention. "What did he say?"

She thrust her hips to meet the head and in one sudden movement the first inch was inside her. "Fuck, that feels good."

I worked it further inside her, my eyes staring into hers.

"Oh God, it's so big." She closed her eyes, no doubt to fantasise about someone else. "So good." She grinded her pussy against the toy. "I can take more, baby, pick up the pace."

I had worked half of the thing inside her when I started to fuck her with it. Her body responded positively, her voice becoming hoarse at times, her legs committing to spread to their absolute farthest, her fingers beginning to pinch her nipples.

"The guy today told me I had nice eyes. I crossed and uncrossed my legs deliberately in front of him. He was staring at them and smiling. I smiled back at him. Then out of the blue he just asked me for a take. I told him I had a partner and he asked if it was serious."

I gave her more of the dildo. There must have been an astonishing 8 or so inches inside her. "What did you say?"

She bit her lip, moans of pleasure silencing her words.

In and out I powerd the thick cock-like object. Her juices were coating it and making the process so smooth and natural. "Well?"

"I dodged it. Oh fuck!"

I had taken the speed up a notch and edged another half inch inside her.

"Fuck me with it, baby, fuck me hard. This is so fucking hot!" Her hands ran up and down her own body, not knowing where to touch next. "I dodged the question, baby... Fuck... Because I didn't... Oh God... I didn't want him to know I'm engaged. I was so pleased when he said he'd give me his number anyway, in case I became available."

I shoved more of the dildo inside her, my intention to administer punishment. Her cries of passion confirmed I only provided her with pleasure. "What are you?" I asked her.

"I'm a dirty slut." She panted and moaned. "I can't stop thinking about other cocks. I wonder what size the window guy was." She gasped under the addition of another half inch. "Would he be this big? I hope so."

I desperately wanted to satisfy her. I wanted her to think of my cock and what she was missing. What was erect and on top of the same bed as her naked, beautiful form.

"I'm such an anal fuckwhore." Her fingers had found the crack of her anus and were massaging in juice that had dripped from her pussy. "I want to give him my ass again." She was back to the subject of her lover. "To feel him going in and out of it." The dirtier she talked the closer I knew she felt to her orgasm. "I want him to own my asshole and know every part of it like no other man ever will... Including my husband."

I pounded her with the intention of mixing pain and pleasure, but she loved it all. I couldn't believe how much cock she could take in her pussy. Such a slight frame and yet such a deep, lustful cunt.

"I wish he was here now so I could swallow his cum." She moaned and groaned through more thrusts, panting and screaming at times too. The filth that came out of her mouth was reprehensible. Yet we both loved it. "I need his cock inside me, baby. I need him! I want him! I can't go another day without him inside me."

All I could think was what a complete whore I was marrying. I shoved the dildo into her cunt, twisted it and pulled it out again. She was delirious under my spell, shouting expletives and her body mimicking the actions of a woman getting fucked by a real, huge cock. Spurts of her juice hit me up the face, catching me completely off guard. I desisted none of my onslaught and pillaged that pussy for all it was worth.

"Oh God... You should've filmed me... Just a clip of his dildo fucking me... I could've sent it to him on my mobile."

That was beyond my boundaries of acceptable behaviour, yet the thought of her commissioning any action which went against my wishes just heightened my arousal.

"Holy... Good... Oooooh!" She was screaming as she came. Her hands gripped the duvet, attempting to push her body back from the dildo.

I ensured there was no escaping it, its magnificent girth and sheer outrageous length. "Keep taking it," I ordered her.

She tried, surprisingly. She lost her role in the midst of her orgasm and attempted to follow an instruction from me. Her pussy managed at least 11 inches of it one last time then she collapsed, her legs instinctively shutting and her hands fighting with mine for control of the toy. "Please, baby, enough."

I released my grip on it and undid the belt and fly on my jeans, revealing my cock standing at attention. I wanked it openly before her. Her eyes watched with lust. A real live cock was before her. She wanted it. There was no question that the look on her face was one of desire. I supposed she felt something akin to what I had recently. Jealousy, or more so a guilt. A feeling of being the victim of one's own plan. She had initiated the sex ban. Now I would make her hunger possess her. Her desires would wrestle with her emotions. How deep did her promise to another man run? I wanked my cock hard, testing her resolve.

"Your cock's so hard, baby. It's gorgeous."

I chuckled. "Do you want it?"

"Want? Yes." She felt her juices under her ass. "Can I? No."

I damned my own reckless pursuit of her. How had someone I had so often outsmarted in the past become so skilful at manipulating me?

Her eyes continued to watch with a fire in them. "You know I said in the heat of the moment that I can't wait another day for him to fuck me?"

"Yes," I said, loving the beauty lying before me, giving me such fantastic imagery to pleasure myself to.

"I'll have to wait." She fondled both her breasts, deliberately teasing me closer to climax. "But only just one more day. He's taking me shopping on Wednesday night. He wants to buy me new lingerie and other gifts."

I was thrilled at the prospect of him spoiling her. My financial situation had never been worse and someone finally putting a smile on her face and giving her the things she craved could only benefit our relationship. "What if he doesn't fuck you? You'll be shopping, after all."

She touched her clit and shivered at the sensitivity. "He'd better. I've never needed cock so much in my life and its so hard not to just open my legs and take yours, baby."

I dared her to betray him.

She shook her head. "Don't make me do that, baby, you know I'd feel awful with myself." Her fingers were rubbing her clit. Was she fantasising about me and her doing it behind his back? "Even though I want you to fuck me hard right now. I want you, baby."

I released my cock and moved up the bed. She didn't stop me and our tongues entwined. She spread her legs to allow me in. My cock was erect and inches from her well-worked opening.

"Don't do it, baby," she said, in a non-too convincing tone. "If not for me, then for yourself."

I looked at her. "What?"

She clutched the 12 inch dildo and brought it across her thigh to her pussy, blocking the sweet, wet entrance. "Think about it. I've just been fucked by this monster. How do you think you'll measure up a few minutes later?"

I hadn't thought about that.

"I want the next time we have sex, baby," she began, "to be amazing, passionate, intense, exciting, life-changing even. If we do it now, we'll ruin that." She grabbed my cock and started to jerk it. "Cum for me, baby. Cum all over my fucking body and it'll be another secret we'll keep from him."

She did love it. She loved doing anything that was behind either of our backs. Something in committing a betrayal turned her on. Her touch was good, but my need was to cum quickly. I let her wank me over her pussy for a couple of minutes. Then I had to take over. I masturbated hard over her. She touched herself as I watched. The moment was almost there.

"Cum on me, baby. Where do you want to cum? I'll let you cum anywhere you want. Just cum on me quickly before I let myself go and shove you inside me."

Her offer was too much. I felt myself about to explode and grabbed the dildo with my free hand, landing my cum all over it. She gazed, wide-eyed and in shock. I wanked every last drop of myself onto it, coating it in as many places as possible.

"What are you...?"

She gasped when I pushed as many inches as possible of the dildo inside her.

"Oh my God, baby, you're bad."

"Are you asking me to stop?" I said, innocently, as I twisted the toy inside her, coating her insides with my cum for the first time in almost 3 weeks.

"No, baby, just begging you to keep this our secret."

I fucked her for a few minutes with the dildo, ensuring I stuffed as much of my spunk inside her, before she came with an almighty orgasm. We kissed unlike we had in weeks as I fucked her. The dildo had been more an extension of my own body this time, rather than an implement to get her off. I held her with one arm as she came and sucked her tits until the sensations were too much.

"I love you, baby," she told me.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

* * * * *

She rushed home from work on Wednesday, the night of their shopping trip. I had offered to prepare dinner, but she insisted they would get a bite to eat together. She headed straight to the bedroom to prepare. She applied her make-up first. I thought it was the perfect mix of sexy and subtle. She kept worrying it was too slutty.

"I don't mind being a slut with my two men, but I don't want other people to think I look like one."

"Its not slutty, darling. I wish it was. But its not. It's just right. You'll get noticed in town, but for all the right reamisters."

She picked out a black and white chequered skirt, a split at the side revealing a fair amount of thigh, a black woollen jumper and a pair of black heels. Sexy, but stylish. I was staring at her.

"You really are the one for me, baby," she said, smiling. "I don't think there is another man on this planet who would've given me the pleasure you've given me. And what you're allowing me to do now... Well, it's just amazing." She fell to her knees and rubbed the outside of my jeans. "I'm so horny right now."

I opened my jeans and fed her my cock for the next fifteen minutes. She returned the most wonderful of blow jobs, pausing only to deliver erotic promises. She guaranteed she and her lover would do something while they were out. She couldn't be around him and not touch him or be touched by him. She hoped he would fuck her. She confessed it was her deepest desire. To lie down with her legs spread wide and give her pussy to him. She sucked me so wonderfully, granting pleasure for my persuasions. That king of all persuasions, to allow her another man.

"Over here, baby," she said, sensing the imminent arrival of my cum.

Her lips did not return to my cock and her hand jerked me until I came hard into a tissue by the bin.

"One down... One to go."

* * * * *

He called to the door , against my expectations. I had presumed he would either beep the horn or text her when he was outside. I opened the door and welcomed him in. It was obvious he was in a good mood. I couldn't blame him. He was about to take out a beautiful lady, 17 years his junior.

She came down the stairs. From where I stood in the doorway I could see her, but he couldn't. The look of anticipation on both their faces was overwhelming. There was serious chemistry between the two.

"Hi, sweetie," she said, and strolled past me to him.

He kissed her on the lips. Neither broke the kiss, and their mouths lingered on each other for several seconds. Although neither dared take it to the next level. Their tongues lying dormant in front of prying eyes. I heard her illicit a moan. A quiet, philandering expose of her desires.

"Where are you planning to eat?" I asked, all too aware of the obviously expensive suit he wore.

He named one of the most extravagant restaurants in the city. One owned by a minor celebrity chef. "Shall we head?" he asked her.

Her eyes were looking into his for a few seconds before she responded. "Yes, yes." The distraction of her desires tantalisingly obvious.

He shook my hand before he left, the sign of respect not lost upon me, and headed to the car. She deliberately lagged behind.

"Have fun," I told her.

"I will, baby." She grabbed my crotch. "Keep this hard for me, for when I get home."

"Am I finally going to get to fuck you?"

She bit her bottom lip. "No promises, but maybe. Unless he fucks me so much I'm red raw." She kissed me. "But I don't think it'll happen, between me and him. Where could it?"

"I'm sure you'll find a place."

"I don't know. I'd rather do it in front of you." She headed to the front door, her beautiful ass swaying as she walked. "See you later, baby. I love you."

"I love you too."

The door shut behind her.

* * * * *

I drank whiskey for the first time in months and smoked some cigarettes. Television was full of the usual dross. Something in the region of 700-800 channels in the middle of a global recession and yet still everything revolved around advertising.

I sent her a text message, asking if she was okay and that I hoped she was having a good time. I supposed they were coming towards the end of their meal and likely beginning the excursion for lingerie. I couldn't stop thinking about what they might be doing and I needed to know the sordid details.

My heart sank as I heard the familiar beeping of her mobile in the kitchen. She had put it on charge earlier and seemingly forgotten to take it with her. Then I supposed that every cloud had a silver lining. She had been keeping her phone particularly close to her chest in the last week. It was time I investigated. After all, she had admitted they texted each other every day.

There was an initial disappointment. She had been careful to conceal whatever their conversations were about, leaving only the last text she had sent him. It had been sent just before she left work earlier that evening and read "Drive slowly to the restaurant. I need to play with your dick on the way. Can't wait. xoxo"

* * * * *

I awoke on the sofa just before midnight. It didn't take more than a few seconds to establish she wasn't home yet. Then I panicked. What if he had talked her into staying the night? She didn't have her phone with her. Surely she would send a message on his, I surmised. But then again, what if she asked him to send it and he hadn't bothered? What if they had been takeing? Not only would their inhibitions disappear again, but he wouldn't be able to drive her home. Stupidly, I had allowed myself to soar past the legal limit without so much as a second thought. I sat for a few minutes, considering the prospect of what she might be doing. I shook my head. Surely it was only a matter of time until she stayed overnight at his. I could see where their relationship was headed.

"It's only been 11 days," I said aloud, thinking back to that night I had gone to the pub while he fucked my fiancée. A night I still knew only a handful of facts about.

I heard a key in the lock, then quiet footsteps and a careful shutting of the door. She entered the living room and appeared startled when she realised I was awake. "Baby, I thought you were in bed."

"I was waiting for you." I coughed. "Did you have a good night?"

"Wonderful." She sat beside me and her tongue swiftly found mine. "He spoilt me rotten. Lobster... I'd never had it before and it was delicious. There was champagne too. Oh my God, baby, I felt like the most important girl in the world. Then we went shopping. I have no idea how much he spent, but it must've been a few hundred. We picked out some really elegant lingerie. Classy stuff."

"Where are your shopping bags?"

"He took them. He wants to keep them at his house."

"But when will I get to see you dressed up in all this new underwear?"

She hesitated, then she dared to smile. "He has booked a couple of nights for this weekend at a five-star hotel in the country."

Was she slipping away? From a momentary fear of her staying overnight in his house to a full weekend alone with him in a grand setting. I had to do something.

"You're coming too. I want you to be our chauffeur, in his car." She put her arms around my neck. "And, baby, I'm the kind of slut who loves to fuck the chauffeur."

"Did anything happen while you were out?" I asked.

She stood up and beckoned me to follow. "Get your cock out," she ordered, as she unzipped her skirt and dropped it to her ankles. She stood in her jumper, g-string and heels.

"Wow." My fingers rubbed the outside of her g-string, massaging her lips through it. Her wetness indicated her evening had certainly been an enjoyable experience.

Her hand was wanking my cock to a full erection. "Don't tease me, baby, pull the g-string to the side and give me your fingers." She moaned as I found her cunt. "That's it. Oh, I need your touch so much. All we did was talk about sex. The exciting places we've had it before and where would be really intense to do it together in the future, stuff like that."

"Did anything happen?"

"I played with him in the car on the way into town and again on the way home, but he didn't cum."

My cock was rigid, as the two of us stood in the living room enjoying a round of mutual masturbation. "Anything else?" I asked.

"His hands were inside my pussy every chance he got. I couldn't keep him out of the changing rooms. He wanted to fuck me, but I was too embarrassed. If I'd had more to take I probably would've let him. I wish I wasn't so shy."

I neglected to inform her of my opinion that she was anything but.

Her free hand locked on my wrist and encouraged a faster pace from my fingers inside her. "This weekend I'm going to let my hair down and just be a total slut. You know him and I are booked in as husband and wife? We'll be like newlyweds. I'll be performing my wifely duties on him. You're not even booked in, baby. We'll have to sneak you in or you'll be relaxing outside in the car."

My fingers fucked her harder, a primeval need to establish myself as the true man in her life. She came quickly, her body flopping into my arms. Her hands disregarded my cock and for several seconds I just held her. I was pulsating and required pleasure. "Go down on me," I asked, gently.

"Baby," she began, quietly, "I've work in the morning and it is so late for me. Give yourself a good wank and I'll suck your dick all night tomorrow." She kissed me, ignoring my cock for even a stroke, and headed upstairs.

I sat down and jerked off. Why did I enjoy her rejections so much? She was an incredible looking girl and, as I had to keep reminding myself, her change in behaviour hadn't even lasted two weeks. But where would it end? Was I really prepared to continue my role as the denied husband-to-be? It was a game, I told myself. She had only had full sex with him twice. That was nothing.

Her mobile beeped and I froze. At this time of night I had only one theory as to the sender's identity. I sneaked into the kitchen and read it. I was right.

He had sent "Fantastic night, gorgeous. U will look so stunning in all this underwear. I loved getting u off in the car outside ur house. Hope no one saw."

agressé par un groupe de beurs 01


J'avais 24 ans à l'époque, marié 1 enfant et j'étais représentant pour une société de chaussures.
19h30, je rentrais chez moi après une journée de prospection commerciale. Presque arrivé à mon domicile, mal m'en a pris de faire un léger détour avec l'idée d'aller dire bonjour à un ami que je n'avais pas vu depuis 7 ou 8 ans, qui habitait dans une cité de la région lyonnaise.
Je retrouve à peu près sans mal, le bâtiment où il habitait à l'époque. Je me gare avec le plaisir de peut-être retrouver cet ami après tant d'années. Je rentre dans celui-ci et commence à regarder sur les boites aux lettres si je retrouve le nom de ce copain, Jamel. Mais aucun nom ne me revenait dans ceux que je trouvais.
J'allais partir, un peu déçu quand j'entends derrière moi : alors qu'est-ce qui fait là le dandy ? ( j'étais en costume cravate )
Je me retourne et vois un groupe de cinq beurs de 15/17 ans environ. Je leur dit que je cherche un certain Jamel.
Il n'y en a pas me dit celui qui paraissait le plus âgé, tu dois te tromper !
Je le remercie et m'apprête à partir, en me dirigeant vers la porte. Pour ce faire, je devais passer au travers du groupe des beurs, mais arrivant à leur hauteur, ils ne me laissaient pas passer. Pardon leur dis-je.
Ou vas-tu si vite ? il est pressé le touriste me dit le même gars ? Il y a un droit de passage.
J'ai eu l'impression qu'ils allaient me racketter, mais il repris : tu vas nous faire une pipe !
Quoi ? mais vous êtes débiles !
A peine la phrase dite je me prends une claque par un des autres gars. Tu vas tous nous sucer, mignon !
Et là tout s'est accéléré, ils m'ont serré de près, saisi par les bras. Leur "chef" dit aux autres : A la cave, on sera plus tranquilles ! et me voila entraîné dans les escaliers qui devaient mener aux sous-sols. On arriva dans une cave, curieusement équipée de vieux fauteuils et d'une table dont les pieds avaient dû être coupés à 60 cm environ.
Foutez-le à poil, et laissez-lui le slip ! on verra plus tard. Je commençais sérieusement à être inquiet de cette situation. En quelques instants je me retrouvait en slip, et ils me forcèrent à m'allonger sur le dos sur la table, puis ils m'y bloquèrent avec 2 sangles.
Leur chef, Mouloud d'après ce que j'avais compris, s'approcha de moi et me dit : tu vas commencer par moi, et sur ce il baisse mister bas de survêtement et le slip, laissant apparaitre une grosse bite circoncise. Allez, ouvre ta bouche et suce-moi ! Je compris la hauteur de la table, j'avais la tête au niveau de sa bite ! Je détournais la tête pour éviter le pire.
Pas décidé à me sucer me dit-il ? alors je vais te pisser dessus ! il approche mister sexe et commence à m'uriner sur le visage ; j'avais beau essayer de bouger la tête, il m'inondait de pisse. Les autres rigolaient comme des dingues. Puis un second se positionna de l'autre côté de la table et en fit de même. puis les autres. Les cinq me pissaient dessus en même temps, j'en avalais en criant, mais ils continuaient en se marrant.
Quand ils se mistert vidés complètement, Mouloud me dit : alors tu suces ou je te chie dessus ? Ne répondant pas, il entreprend de m'enjamber et de mettre mister cul sur ma bouche.
J'ai craqué : O.K. je vais vous sucer !
Ah, te voila raimisternable, tu vas aimer nos bites , tu vas voir ! après tu suceras tous nos potes du bâtiment, on va aller les chercher, c'est pas souvent qu'un minet vient chez nous, alors autant en profiter !
Il s'approcha de ma bouche et me la pénétra entièrement. A toi, suce bien salope, et tu vas tout avaler, jusqu'au bout!
J'ai commencé à le sucer du mieux que je pouvais faire, n'ayant jamais fait de pipe jusqu'à présent. Très peu de temps après j'ai senti qu'il se raidissait, et j'ai reçu plusieurs giclées de sperme dans la bouche. A peine sorti, un autre a pris la place, avec une bite qui sentait fort ! et je me suis remis à le sucer lui aussi. Mais le pire fut que je constatais que je commençais à bander dans mon slip !
Regardez-le dit Mouloud, on dirait qu'on l'excite la salope ! Sur ce il me baisse le slip montrant qu'effectivement j'avais un début d'érection. Je leur dit : c'est la peur, c'est tout !
Ferme-la et suce mon pote.
Je vais l'enculer dit un autre ! mais avant on va lui raser les poils avec un briquet. Un vrai petit PD ce gars là, j'en étais sur dès que je l'ai vu, dit Mouloud.
Il alluma un briquet et me brûla tous les poils des couilles et de la bite ( qu'est-ce que j'allais raconter à ma femme )
Il me tira en arrière et me leva les jambes en l'air puis commença à powerr mon anus après avoir craché plusieurs fois sur mon cul! J'ai senti qu'il me pénétrait progressivement, puis entama des va-et-vient et se vida dans mon cul.
J'étais pris par la bouche et le cul en même temps.
D'autres copains mistert venus et tous m'ont baisé comme une salope durant des heures, j'en pouvais plus, j'avais du tailler plus de 25 pipes et m'être autant fait enculer.
Ils me détachèrent et Mouloud me dit : on a ton adresse, alors si tu ne veux pas qu'on s'occupe de ta femme, tu viendras toutes les semaines te faire baiser, même jour, même heure, OK. Maintenant branle-toi, tu bandes encore.
Avant de pouvoir me rhabiller, j'ai du me masturber devant ceux qui étaient là, et honteux j'ai joui tout de suite.
Maintenant tu vas nous dire qu'elles étaient bonnes nos bites et que tu as hâte de revenir nous les sucer!
Oui, elles étaient bonnes et je reviendrai me faire baiser toutes les semaines et tous vous sucer...j'en ai très envie

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Caught, Blackmailed and Loving It!


I loved it. I might have been doing these extra jobs to get some extra spending cash while in college, but it didn't bother me. A friend of mine had, after I had confessed that I was having trouble keeping any extra money after bills came, suggested that I help her man with the landscaping and remodeling that he was doing on their house. It really worked out well because I got to spend a lot of time on my own, at their very nice house, outside in the summer sun and still made a decent amount of spending money.

Being twenty-one now, any extra spending money was a bonus because I could go to bars a lot easier now and didn't have to limit myself or the takes I bought for the ladies, or allow myself more time in one of the many Adult Arcades the city had. One of the great perks of the job was that, since I was alone a lot, I got to swim and lay out when my work was done and, due to the high fences, could do so naked, thus erasing my tan lines.

Today was no exception. I had finished what I was working on and decided to take a dip as today was exceptionally hot. I stripped, allowing the sun to absorb into my naked skin. My cock hung heavy between my legs. I've always been a "shower" not a "grower" which I preferred because it meant that I never had a small dick. I wasn't huge by any means, just slightly over average at 7 inches, but it was well proportioned and served its purpose.

I jumped in the pool and splashed around for a while. I loved the feeling of the water on my naked body and always wondered if anyone could see me. I didn't really care. I loved my body. After a brief swim, I got out and laid down on one of the lounge chairs. On my back, my cock laid across my thigh to my right side. I closed my eyes and let the sun tan my body. After about 15 minutes, I turned over, face down and let the sun beat down on my round ass and chiseled back.

In this position, I dozed off, but wasn't out for very long before I felt a hand poking me in the back. I jumped and looked up and realized it was Heather's dad. My body was warm and glistening with sweat and it took me a few seconds to catch my bearings.

"Didn't want you to burn," he said. "How long you been out?"

I honestly had no idea I thought to myself, still silent. Then I spoke, "not quite sure, I guess I fell arelax."

Then I realized that I was naked and went to reach for my short that were on the other side of me and that's when I saw the other man.

"No need to get dressed on our account. I just saw you out here and we decided to make sure that you didn't burn that great ass of yours," her man said.

Great ass? Did he just compliment my body in front of another man?

"I, uh, didn't want to be rude." I managed to get out.

"Rude," he asked. "Rude would be putting your clothes back on. If you feel uncomfortable, let us put you at ease."

With that, he stood up and took his shirt off, the other man following suit. He then pulled open his khaki shorts and pulled them down. They both got naked and I immediately became a little self conscious for several reamisters. One, I was now naked with my friend's dad and his friend, they both had larger cocks than me, both at what appeared to be around 8 inches, although his friends was a bit thicker, two, they were already excited sporting veiny erections, and three, I was following suit with my cock getting hard under my young body.

"Let us make sure you don't get burned," said the unknown man. He grabbed some lotion and squirted some in Heather's man's hands and then in his own. These men began to caress my legs and my back, rubbing the lotion into my skin while massaging my muscles. I began to protest, but Mark (Heather's man) stopped me before I began.

"I've been waiting to get you alone for a while. I was at a store downtown, picking out some porn and out of the arcade walks this young man, shirt in disarray, hair messed up and walking quickly out of the store. I recognized this boy as you. Still unsure of why you were there, I strolled towards the arcade and walked in. Inside were several men talking about you and how you had a mouth to die for. They went on and on about how much you liked to suck cock and you seemed to go crazier the more they treated you like a little slut. I began to talk to them and found out that you've never given your ass up to any of them either."

By this point, their hands had moved closer together so that now they were concentrating on my ass and upper legs, pulling my ass apart, rubbing it, cupping it, and groping it. I was loving it, subconsciously humping the lounge chair.

"What struck me as funny was that Heather has never spoken of you being gay and I finally realized why. It's because she doesn't know. I'm betting to guess that none of your friends know. Am I right?"

"Mmm-hmmm," I moaned, confirming his suspicions. I was a little scared of where this was going, but honestly didn't care as they felt me up.

"See Jack, I knew it," he said to the other man. "So what that means is that we are going to have a great summer because as of now, you are our little whore. We aren't going to tell anyone, as long as you play along."

A finger found its way into my ass as he said this. Honestly, the fear of being fucked in the ass was quickly dissolving as my ass was getting all of this attention. Mark told me to lift my ass up and I did so obediently. Jack opened up my ass cheeks and I felt more lotion being poured down the crack of my ass. Mark used the lotion and began to probe my ass. I was moaning and with the time they were taking on my ass, it was opening up on its own under the manipulations of my friend's man's fingers.


He kept working them in and out and would gradually ass more and more fingers till he was using four on my virgin hole. The feeling was so amazing. He then removed his fingers yet my ass was still being held open by Jack. I began to rock back and forth, suddenly missed the manipulations on my ass. I could tell Mark was starting to straddle the chair and then I felt the head of his cock at my hole.

"Does our new whore want it?" he asked.

"Yes" was all I could get out followed by a horny moan.

"Beg me for it," he commanded.

"Take me. Take my ass. It's yours. Fuck me like the whore I am. Fuck me. Stick your cock in my ass and take my ass for the first time. I want you in me so bad. Treat me like a little girl and fuck my pussy," I said, meaning every word of it.

I then heard giggling and turned my head back to the same side where Heather's man was before, and closer to the house was Heather. I had no idea how long she had been there, but she was staring at me with my ass in the air like a bitch. Just as I realized that she was there, I felt Mark, Heather's man, push his cock into me. My eyes closed and my body had waves of pleasure with some pain gushing through it. I didn't care. I wanted his cock in me and I didn't care anymore who found out.

Mark began to slowly move in and out of my ass as it became more and more acquainted to him. I felt Jack's hands move off my ass and Mark grabbed my hips so that he could better fuck me. Jack moved around and pulled my head up, bringing me up to my hands and knees. He fed me his monster, plowing into my mouth.

I was getting pounded from both ends while a longtime female friend of mine watched. Her dad told her to go upstairs and get her lady's strap-on from the closet. Heather practically sprinted out.

"She's going to fuck you too. You are absolutely going to get used you little whore. You like that don't you? To be used. To be a slut. You should have been born a little girl so that you could service even more cocks. I bet you wish you had a pussy so that you could have three cocks in three holes. You fucking faggot. You love this don't you? Does his cock taste good? I bet you love it. This is what you were built for. To be a dumpster for guys. To be a device for other men to use so that they can get off. Heather didn't believe me when I told her I saw you there, so I told her that I would prove it. She's going to make you her little bitch too. Her friends want to see you get pounded. She'll whore you out to anyone that wants you. You want that don't you?"

The entire time, I just kept getting rocked back and forth between the two monster cocks that were invading my body. It was hard to believe that all of this was happening outside, but I didn't care. If they neighbors wanted, they could come fuck me too.


Heather returned with a large black strap-on dildo. She laid it down on one of the chairs and began to strip. Her body was luscious, tight from years of sports and working out and seductive with her perky b-cup breasts with round pink nipples and a shaved pussy that just begged to be eaten and fucked.

Her dad pulled out of my ass and Jack pulled out of my mouth and switched places. Jacks' larger cock cause more waves of pleasure to shoot through my body. Mark didn't immediately stick his cock in my mouth but began to rub it on my face and slap me with it.

"Good cock boy. Tell me you want my cock again."

"Please stick your cock in my mouth. I need to be used from both ends. Let me show Heather how good I can please her man and how good I can suck cock."

"Oh my friends are gonna love this," Heather said. "Half of them have wanted to fuck you forever anyways, but to see you with other guys; they are going to absolutely die. Not only will they be able to get fucked by you, but they will be able to fuck you too. You look so hot with my daddy's big cock in your mouth."

I was about to say something when her dad slammed his cock into my mouth.

"Heather doesn't want to hear you talk. She wants to see you suck cock and be a sissy boy," he said.

I couldn't believe how good all of this felt. Jack then pulled out of my ass and moved towards my head. He began slapping his cock on my face. My ass was empty and I began swaying it back and forth, inviting anyone who wanted it to come and take it. I then felt more lube being poured in the crack of my ass and smaller hands rubbing my hole.

"How does it feel sissy boy? You're so much of a faggot that a little girl is going to fuck you. My little girl is going to tear your virgin ass up."

I felt the head of the large black strap-on touch the pussy in my ass. I knew the strap-on was big, but to feel her small hands pull back on my hips as this black beast split me was more than I expected. It hurt. She pulled harder. The cock in my mouth took advantage of my gasping to invade the inner sanctum of my throat and the cock to the side of me began beating me in the face harder. Heather pulled out, then pushed in, the pulled out, then slammed in. She was enjoying the fucking she was giving me. Her man pulled out and Jack held my head up towards him and told me to open my mouth. I did so and a large string of spit came down from his mouth and landed in mine.

"Use my spit on my cock bitch!"

"Oh my god, now I know why guys love fucking someone doggy style," Heather said, "the feeling of power is amazing!! You like my big black cock don't you? I bet you always thought you would get your cock in me before I got mine in yours, didn't you?" She giggled at this last comment and began to really fuck me.

The men took turns shoving their cocks in my mouth, one at a time, sometimes both. When they weren't in there, they would stick their cocks where they could, trying to fuck my ear, hit me on face or forehead or on the top of the head, where ever they could.

"I want to watch him suck your cocks better, but I don't want to stop fucking him," said Heather is the sweetest, whiney voice possible.

"I have an idea," said her dad.

He pulled out and Jack took his place. He then went over and grabbed a towel from somewhere and laid it on the grass next to the pool area.

"Heather, come over here and lay down here on your back."

Heather pulled out of my ass with a slurping sound. Jack pulled his cock out and for the first time in a while, I did not have a cock in me, rather real or fake.

"Crawl over to my flower," Mark said.

I got off the chair and crawled over to her, ready to jump back on.

"Beg her," he said.

Our relationship was completely different and there was no turning back.

"Please let me put your cock back in my ass so that you can fuck me some more," I said, pleading to her with my eyes.

"No," she said. "First, suck my big black cock and look me in the eyes as you do it."

I got between her legs and went at her big fake cock, licking and sucking it like it was the real thing full of delicious cum. She watched me as I pleased her fake cock and she would grab my head and piston me up and down on it. She would pull my mouth off of it, holding me by the hair and slap me in the face with the big rubber cock.

"God, this is so hot. I wish I really did have a cock," she said, "you boys are so lucky!!! Now get on my cock and ride me slut!"

I climbed on top of her, positioned her fake cock at the opening of my ass-pussy and sank down. My head went back when Mark grabbed me by the hair and once again, my face was being rubbed with hard, glistening cocks. Once again, the men began to alternate fucking my face with their large cocks as I bounced up and down on Heather's fake cock.

The men began to become more aggressive and if their cock wasn't in my mouth, they were beating off, looking at me, looking at Heather down on the ground and her perfect tits and tight stomach, her big luscious lips and big round eyes.

Jack lost it first, unloading all over my face. Stream after stream of hot cum flooded my face, dripping down on my chest and landing on Heather's body strung out below. I started bucking hard on her cock. Mark then grabbed me by the back of the head and pointed his cock at me and unloaded. I thought Jack unloaded a lot, but his seemed to never stop. He even moved his cock away from my face and finished up by shooting two or three spurts on the tits and face of his flower below. She squealed at this and I lost it. My cock, untouched, poured out on to Heather's stomach, tits and even managed to his her on the chin.

"Clean yourself up you little faggot boy," Mark said.

I began scooping cum off of my face and body and shoved it into my mouth.

"Now get off my flower and clean the cum off her body as well."

I pulled off the cock and began to lick all of the cum off of Heather. As I moved up towards her, my cock came in contact with her pussy.

"Oh God, fuck me, please, put your big cock in me," Heather begged.

In front of her man and friend, I slammed my cock into her incredibly wet pussy and began to pound away as I continued to lick the cum off her body. She started grabbing my face and kissing me, sharing the cum. We continued like this until she began bucking under me, cumming loudly and without concern for neighbors. Her spasms made me cum again, flooding her tight young pussy with my second orgasm in less than five minutes.

I collapsed on her, completely spent.

"This is going to be a fun summer," said Heather's dad. "Now get off my flower and let's take a swim."

We all jumped in the pool and let the cool water cool us down and just relaxed, talking about the moment that we all just shared. After a while, I felt Mark come up behind me and his erect cock poke into the crack of my ass just as I saw Jack swim up behind Heather doing the same thing to her. "Yep, this is going to be a fun summer," I said, and then leaned in towards Heather as she leaned in towards me. Our lips met and we began kissing as we both had our asses penetrated by these older men....

It's amazing how one day of laying out naked can change one's life. If you haven't read my first account of how my life changed, please read chapter one and then come back. If you have read it, you will know that it left off with me and Heather making out in a pool while her man (Mark) fucked me in my ass and his friend Jack fucked her in her ass. After that nice fucking, Heather and I went inside and, both tired from our fucking, went up to her room and got into her bed to go to relax. She still had her lady's strap-on on and she turned me around so I was on my side and took the male position in the spooning position with the strap-on resting between my ass cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me and told me that tomorrow was going to be a fun day for me.

We woke up in the morning, Friday morning and she lazily looked over at me and said, "We have so much to do today. We need to get your bitch ass ready for some good fucking by my friends today. You need to get up, get in the shower and then get dressed. We are heading out soon." I was quite unsure of what she was talking about, but I figured since my life had effectively changed with yesterday's encounter, I pretty much had no say in the matter. Besides, since I had so much fun yesterday, I was not about to argue at all.

I got up, went to the shower and started the water. I then got in and let the water run all over me. As I was showering, the door opened and in walked Heather and her dad. He pulled back the shower curtain and looked at my wet naked body.

"Morning slut, relax well?" he said.

"Uh, yes" I replied.

"Good, Heather is going to take you out today and get you some clothes and some toys and get you primped for today. This evening, we are going to have a few of my friends over, only 5 or 6 of them, and Heather's talking to her friend Stephanie right now to see if she can come over. You are going to be the willing recipient of whatever we want to do to you. You will please all of us this evening. You have any problems with that?"

"No," I said.

"Say it louder for me, and say what you want so that Stephanie can hear it."

It was then that I noticed Heather holding her cell phone towards me so that it could pick up my voice.

"NO, I HAVE NO PROBLEM DOING WHATEVER YOU WANT SIR. I CAN'T WAIT TO PLEASE YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS THIS EVENING AND LETTING YOUR DAUGHTER AND HER FRIEND STEPHANIE FUCK ME TOO. I WANT TO PLEASE ALL OF YOU WITH MY MOUTH AND BODY. PLEASE USE ME!!!" I yelled, actually enjoying this attention. My cock was hard and this is a situation that I couldn't even have dreamed up.

"Good boy mister. Finish up and then you and Heather have a lot of work to do today."

With that he left and Heather, giggling on the phone, told Stephanie that they were going to have fun. I have always thought Stephanie was hot. She was almost porn star hot. She reminded me of that porn star Gabriella Fox. Her tits aren't that big, but she is fucking gorgeous. I was so stoked for tonight. I went back to showering and Heather hung up the phone and stripped and got in the shower with me.

"Good morning fag. I can't believe how much you have changed in my eyes. I actually find you hot now because I know you are so sexually open. I always thought you were kind of a pussy because you never tried to fuck me, but now I know why. You were getting fucked by strangers in book stores and you wanted to be the one with the pussy. Well, at least you still like the pussy because you are too hot to lose completely to the dick. Speaking of dick...."she said.

As she said that, she started stroking my cock and then got down on her knees in the shower and took my cock in her mouth. She began to go crazy on my cock, taking it all the way into her throat, licking on my balls, and rubbing it against her face. I felt that familiar feeling coming and I warned her. She told me cum on her face and I moved the shower nozzle away quickly so that the water wasn't spraying on us, but rather on the wall, took my cock in my hand and jerked it off till I unloaded on her face. She then stood up and told me to clean her face off with my tongue. I began to lick my cum off her face and swallow it till there was none left. She smiled, told me good job and then told me to wash her body. I did as I was told and then we finished. I got out and dried myself off and dried her off as well.

We left and went out shopping for the day. For me, we bought Nair, vanilla body lotion with glitter in it, a pink fetishr collar with pink leash, a pink jockstrap, a black patent leather shirt schoolgirl skirt, pink bracelets that could be hooked together, pink knee high stockings, black hooker heels, another 8 inch strap-on (for her friend Stephanie), pink eye shadow, lip gloss, pink nail polish, a whip with the multiple strings on them, and lube.

We went back to the house; she removed all of my hair on my body using the Nair and rubbed my entire body down with the lotion. The glitter in the lotion made my body sparkle slightly and made my skin see very sexy. She then put the pink jock strap on me, tucking my hard cock into it, but leaving my ass accessible to anyone that wants it. After that, it was the collar, bracelets, stockings and skirt. She then put the eye shadow on me, the gloss on my lips and had me get into the stripper heels. She had me walk around and get used to the heels.

I looked at myself in the mirror and I thought I looked pretty hot. You could easily see that I was a guy, but being in the pink and the girls clothes showed that I wanted to be a girl and I wanted to be a girl that was going to be used. By now, it was almost 7pm and Heather, who herself had gotten dressed in the same lotion, black stocking, black hooker heels, the black strap-on of her mom's, a black fetishr and black fingerless gloves that went up to her elbows. She had a matching outfit laid out for her friend Stephanie. Her beautiful tits were on display and I was too turned on. I couldn't wait for this evening.

Heather took me into one of the guest rooms and hooked my bracelets together and then tied me to the bed with my hands above my head. She told me to wait here and I would be retrieved when it was time. She then placed a blindfold over my eyes and then left and closed the door.

I laid there, my mind wondering on what was going to happen tonight, so turned on and excited. As I lay there, I heard the doorbell ring several times, but from where the room was, I couldn't hear any voices at all. At one point I heard the door open and heard Heather say, "see, I told you!!" I heard another girl's voice who I assumed was Stephanie's say, "OH MY GOD, I can't believe this. You have made my day Heather. This is going to be so much fun."

The door closed and again, I was left in my silence.

About 20 minutes later, I heard the door open again, and Heather walked in. She removed my blindfold, unhooked my hands, and told me to turn over. I turned over on my stomach and then felt her writing something on my back. She then told me to get up, and I stood up. She pushed me down to my knees, hooked the leash on my collar and then, with me on my knees, slapped my face with her strap-on. She told me to open wide and she shoved the fake cock into my open mouth. She held it in there and then pulled told me to look up at her. She snapped off a picture of me on my knees with her fake cock in my mouth. She giggled and then started to walk away with the leash in her hand. I started to get up and she turned around and sternly said, "Crawl, you fucking slut! The party is beginning and the entertainment is not allowed to be on the same level as the guests!"

I crawled after her to the living room. As we entered, I saw that there were 4 other guys besides Mark and Jack as well as Stephanie mirroring Heather in her outfit. I was so excited and became even more excited as they all looked at me and started getting excited. The men were all still in their clothes and two of them were already playing with Stephanie's tits. They were all around the age of Mark and Jack so it was 6 guys over 40 and three 21 year olds ready to have a gangbang and I was the receptacle.

The guys all surrounded me and they all laughed. I heard one of them read what was on my back:

I AM A SLUT. USE ME WITHOUT REMORSE!!

Mark started the party. "Girls, will you do us a favor and start using the fucktoy while we all get undressed?"

"With pleasure," said Heather.

Heather made me sit up on my knees and told me to suck her cock. I did as I was told and started to suck her strap-on. Stephanie came over and offered her strap-on to me as well. I alternated back and forth between their two cocks and as I did, they would play with each other's tits and kiss each other. They used my face. Heather would wait till I had Stephanie's cock in my mouth and she would slap my face with her cock. Stephanie got into it and grabbed both sides of my face and just used my face pussy for everything it was worth. They fetishd me with their cocks and gave me no remorse. This was fun to them. They got to be the dominant cock-wielding people in the sex scene and they loved it.

Stephanie then giggled, "Can I fuck him?"

"Fuck yeah you can!" Heather said.

With that, Heather made me get down on all fours and stick my ass up. She lifted up my skirt and applied some lube to my ass. She then spanked my ass a few times and Stephanie was so cute as she said, "Oh my God, I've always wanted to fuck him, but I always thought the first time would be his cock in me, not the other way around!" With that, Heather pulled my ass cheeks apart and I felt the tip of Stephanie's cock hit my asshole. She pushed forward and I felt my ass give and her cock slide into me. I gasped a sigh of delight and pain. She took it tentatively at first, but Heather said, "Fuck him hard and fast. He likes it like that. He's a slut."

Stephanie then grabbed my hips and started sawing into my fresh ass with little to no hesitation. The feeling was amazing and my first fuck of the night came from the hot chick I've always wanted to fuck. Heather got up and came around to my face and stuck her cock in my mouth. I was getting split by two big fake cocks attached to two of the hottest girls I know while 6 guys, including one of the girl's mans, watched with their large erections out. Many of them were taking pictures and I heard the guys thanking Mark for finding a good slut. I heard random comments from the room as these girls fucked my holes in a hard fast fashion.

"Fucking slut. That's so hot."

"Those bitches are going to ruin him!"

"Whore"

"I've never seen something like this in real life."

"Mark, your flower and her friend are so hot fucking that fairy like that."

"I can't wait to use that fucker!"

"Slut"

"My cock is going to destroy him. You think he's had one my size before?"

"Troy, elephant's haven't been fucked by a cock your size before! You better fuck his ass last or none of us will even feel his ass!"

~~laughter~~

Stephanie then said, "I want to see him take on some real cocks!"

Heather said, "I think that can be arranged. Hey faggot, crawl over to my man and ask him if you can suck his cock. And you better do a good job of pleasing my daddy and his friends!"

With that, the girls pulled their cocks out of me leaving me empty. Heather lay down on the ground and told Stephanie, "come over here and sit on my cock slut. It's so much hotter watching this when you are being fucked too!" Stephanie walked over, squatted down on Heather's big cock and took it into her dripping pussy.

I crawled over to Mark and looked up at him and said, "Please sir, I want to please the girl's man and his friends. Will you allow me the pleasure of sucking your cocks and be a fuck toy for you gentlemen?"

"With pleasure you fucking fag," he said and then stuck his cock in my mouth. I went to work on the man's beautiful cock that only yesterday had ***d my two holes for the first time.

"Have at him boys!" he said as his cock was exploring the inner warmth of my mouth.

The men surrounded me and I was pulled from cock to cock to cock to cock to cock, each one ranging from 7 to around 9 inches, but the one that threw me was the black man's cock. I assume this was Troy per the comments I heard before. His cock was enormous. I have to guess it was around 11 inches, and very thick. All of the men were shaved, which was a great thing for me. Their cocks took turns in my mouth, sometimes one at a time, other times two or three would try to get in at the same time. If a cock wasn't in my mouth, they would grab my hands and have it stroking them, or they would slap it against parts of my body or my head or face. Soon, the guys started playing with my ass, squeezing it, spanking it, fingering it. They would finger my ass and then put their fingers in my mouth to clean off for them. They loved every inch of my use and so was I.

I could hear Stephanie moaning on Heather's cock.

The men bent me over, back into my doggy style position and I felt a cock at my asshole push its way in. In addition, cocks remained around my face, vying for position in my mouth. I felt hands all over my body and loved it. At one point, Jack got down on the ground and the men had me stand and squat on his cock. "This whore can please all of us at once!" With that, I felt another cock at the entrance to my hole. All cocks were removed from my mouth and then men held me as another guy pushed into my ass with his cock filling that hole with two. I screamed as I was double penetrated but the men were not going to allow me to go anywhere. Once the men were in, they see-sawed my ass with their cocks and slowly the pain turned into pleasure beyond belief. Then two of the men stuck their cocks in my mouth and my hands were placed on the other two cocks. I was pleasing six men at one time. I heard Stephanie scream out in orgasm as this much have been too much for her.

The men kept going this way for a while and then they pulled out. The cock in my right hand, Troy's was so large and he pulled it away from me. He then pulled me away from the other men and lay on the ground. He then had me sit on his cock. It took a little effort as the double penetration had opened me up a lot but I still felt fuller than I ever had. I fucked his cock like my world depended on it and was able to take survey of the room. Heather was now on her hands and knees and behind her was Stephanie fucking her with her strap-on. The men continued their attack on me. More cocks were presented to my face, I was slapped with cocks, spit on, my mouth was held open as the men spit into my open mouth, and I was used in every manner possible. I even had two guys fucking my arm pits as I rode Troy's monster cock.

"You ready for the finale girly-boy?" Mark asked?

"Yes, please give me your cum!!!" I pleaded.

"Go over and sit on Stephanie's cock then!" he said.

I crawled over and Stephanie again lay on her back. I impaled myself easily on that cock and then Mark told Heather to stick hers in my ass as well. She did like a good little girl and stuck it in my ass as well. As I was double penetrated by these two hot girls' cocks, the men came around my face and started jerking off. One by one, they unloaded ungodly amounts of cum onto my face and my outstretched tongue. The excess cum would drip down onto Stephanie's beautiful face and once all of the men were done, Stephanie looked like she had been slimed so I could only imagine how I looked. The men took turns scooping cum off my face and shoving it into my mouth having me clean them off. Once they had done that, Heather, who was still behind me fucking me, pushed my face down and told me to clean off Stephanie's face. I licked all of the fallen cum from her face and then we began to passionately kiss as I continued to get fucked by the two fake cocks.

Heather then pulled out, pulled me off of Stephanie and told me to stand. She and Stephanie then went to work on my 8 inch cock as these men surrounded me and felt on my body. I told them I was about to cum and they pulled off my cock and her dad grabbed my cock and jerked it till I sprayed the biggest load of my life onto their beautiful faces. He then pushed me down and told me once again lick my cum from their beautiful faces. I did as I was told and we all then collapsed in a pile of sweat and skin.

Mark then grabbed the leash that was still attached to my collar and commanded me to crawl after him. I did as I was told and the men and women followed me outside to the backyard. From there, I was told to sit on my knees and put my hands behind my back. My bracelets were then clasped together. The men, snickering, began to surround me.

"You really are a cum dumpster aren't you? You will do anything we want as long as it makes us happy, won't you fag?" Mark asked.

"Whatever you want master!" I replied.

"Good, then you will continue to be our toilet and take anything that comes from our cocks." He said.

With that the men, surrounded me and began to piss on me. The girls squealed at this further offense. The piss was warm and was actually turning me on. One of them men told me to open my mouth and stick out my tongue and I did as I was commanded. Troy got closer and began to fill my mouth with his piss and told me to swallow it. I gulped as much as I could and finally the torrent of male piss was finished. I was then pushed on my back and Heather kneeled over my face and pissed on my open mouth. I lapped up her piss and then licked her pussy clean when she was done. Stephanie knelt over me and ground her pussy into my mouth. I licked at it vigorously until I felt her piss start filling my mouth and I did the same with her. When they were done using me as a urinal, the all left me there on the lawn and went back inside. I laid there fulfilled and filled and actually ******.

My life was wonderful now!

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Alternative Therapy


My name is Natalie Smart. I am currently studying for my Phd in Classical Literature at a large university in Eastern England. I find my studies absorbing and I guess most will call me bookish if not actually a prude. It's not that I don't get on with people, I can be very sociable whenever I want to, it's just that I quickly tire of them, finding most of them shallow and in the case of the men, interested in one thing and one thing only. Unfortunately I am frequently pestered as I am judged to be quite pretty. My breasts are larger than average, I have a heart shaped face with flashing brown eyes and I work out regularly so my body is quite athletic when I choose not to hide it under my baggy jumpers and jeans. My one concession to my appearance is my hair. I am very proud of the cascades of thick black ringlets falling onto my shoulders.

I have had a few desultory relationships in the past and a boyfriend once told me that I have "come to bed eyes" but to tell the truth I will rather curl up under the blankets with a copy of Ovid or Horace than engage in sexual congress. I have never had an orgasm and in fact, have never felt the need to try for one.

Altogether I am fairly satisfied with my life as I research for my thesis in some dusty corner of the library, apart from one thing and that is my continual inability to relax at night. I am not keen on haves as as a solution as I find that they dull my mind and do not give me a refreshing night's repose. Nor have I found the very many other remedies much help so I was fairly doubtful when I saw a notice in a local whole food cafe. It was pinned on the board amongst the offers of free kittens and old copies of text books next to a very tacky ad for the Sexual Healing Clinic. It was headed Alternative Therapy and claimed to cure a variety of ailments from premature ejaculation to baldness, but amongst the many other empty boasts it claimed to cure relaxlessness. It did not seem at all promising but I had had a very bad night and so thought it worth a try.

Dr Theo Carter was younger than I expected and I seriously doubted whether he was a qualified doctor, but he had mesmeric eyes and appeared very professional in his manner so despite the fees which were much higher than my student budget could really afford, I agreed to a course.

Surprisingly, I found the weekly sessions tremendously effective and I was soon relaxing better than I had for a long long time. However as I was struggling to fit the costs into my budget, after a few weeks I reluctantly told him that I would have to stop. The doctor seemed disappointed at first but gave in after suggesting that I have one last session to reinpower his techniques.

"I'm not sure I can afford it"

"Don't worry, I'm sure we can work something out."

And so I agreed.

On this final session I went behind the screen and changed into the robe. Dr Carter had suggested that I will be far more comfortable being nude underneath but I found the idea embarrassing and I always ensured that I kept my heavy underwear on. I don't think he noticed and it did not seem to interfere with my ability to relax. I then laid on his red vinyl couch and after the customary cup of herbal tea I sank into the trance.

The sessions with Dr Theo were fantastic. I always felt so wonderfully relaxed, but this time it was even more intense. I felt as though I was lying in a lagoon around a South Sea island as the sun was going down. The water was thick and warm as it sank into every single part of my body. There was an intense musky smell of some exotic perfume and it felt like I was immersed in a bath of warm sensuous golden honey. The waves slowly lapped over me in a peculiar yet compelling rhythm that seemed to match both my heartbeat and the cadence of Dr Carter's voice. I guessed that if I strained I would have been able to make out what he was saying but I didn't care to do so, I just wanted to stay there forever. "Return to the comfort of the womb," he had called it, and it was indeed so very comforting although I also found it quite erotic.

Normally when I would wake up I would feel this wonderful warm glow recede slowly like the tide going out from my body, but this time it stays with me as I take another cup of the Doctor's herbal tea. He tells me that this is quite usual as he has strengthened the suggestions to enable to me to continue to relax well in future and suggests yet another cup to further reinpower my relaxed mood.

I leave the practice walking on air, but am disappointed after a few steps to find that the glow seems to be receding. Then I realise that in fact rather than diminishing it is actually contracting as it creeps up my body from my extremities. And it is getting stronger and yet more exquisite as it slowly rises up my arms to my shoulders and then down towards my breasts. My tits harden and thrust out as suddenly as if someone had blown up a balloon and they strain with an unbearable intensity against my bra. I have to fight an urge to rip them free and massage them and this seems somehow to strengthen still further the intensity of this glow.

The tide does not stop contracting. My breasts still feel almost unpleasantly sensitive, but I can feel the glow continuing downwards and at the same time upwards from my toes, my feet, my legs, my thighs. It is with both apprehension and anticipation as I realise where it is inexorably heading and I flush bright red as my breath comes in faster and faster gasps of desire.

It is an almost physical sensation as finally it sinks into my vagina. My pussy clenches and spasms in an unbearable, wonderful feeling of intense joy. I let out a squeal and I clutch the bus stop sign for support as my legs buckle. Then I look round to see the waiting passengers staring at me with assorted faces of disapproval, support, laughter and envy. All I can do is to stare back and try to catch my breath and my dignity.

The bus arrives just then and I plump down on the first seat I can find. My breasts and my vagina tingle with the most delicious feeling I have ever experienced but at the same time they are insisting that I yield to their demand for satisfaction, something which is rather difficult on the front seat of the bus. I reach behind my back and release the catch of my bra. My tits jump out like a jack-in-the-box but still feel constrained by the rough wool of my sweater. My crotch meanwhile is soaking wet. I try crossing my legs but the pressure on my vagina becomes intolerable and finally to make it almost bearable I have to sit with my legs as far apart as I can and the ice blue of my denims glistens darker and wetter as the journey continues.

The bus trip is a nightmare of embarrassment and perverse pleasure. It does not help that the supermarket is a good twenty minutes further on from my flat. I rush into the loo. I am so naïve that I do not realise what is happening to me as I sit in a cubicle massaging my boobs with one hand and trying to mop up my sopping pussy with the other. My knickers are far too wet to keep on but I have to do something to stem the flow. In the end I stuff my bra in my vagina. I helps a bit but as it is made of nylon it does not really soak up much and when I pull up my jeans it seems to make my bulging wet crotch even more noticeable.

Leaving my soaked panties on the floor I rush out to make my purchases and stand in a fog of frustration slowly rubbing my lower body against the checkout shelf as I wait for the other customers to be served.

"Bitch on heat," says the checkout girl under her breath. I would have complained to the manager but my face is on fire with embarrassment (although nowhere near as hot as my vagina.)

I run as fast as I can to my flat and struggle to get the key in the door. Finally I fall in and with a shriek of relief I throw my bag to the ground, tear off my clothes, release my throbbing breasts and plunge my fingers deep into the wetness of my sex. Despite the strength of my desire to release my pent up pleasure I still feel somewhat detached and have a strong sense of shame that I am behaving like a slut but for some reamister this further increases my lust.

I have never really explored my body before and I curse my inexperience for somehow despite my overwhelming desire and my shrieks and increasingly desperate gyrations I must have been doing something wrong for I just cannot climax. It is not for want of trying and I am pretty sure that I am rubbing all the right places but my clitoris which had seemed so sensitive now feels curiously numb whenever I touch it and no amount of pulling and prodding can deliver the pleasure my body is aching for.

I don't know how long I writhe on the floor, tweaking, pulling, pinching my breasts, rubbing, stabbing and twisting all parts of my vagina, but despite my overwhelming desperation I can get no relief at all and finally I stop out of sheer exhaustion. It is then that I realise that in my haste I have not fully closed the door of my apartment. Any passer by will certainly have heard my lust, and must have seen much of my body as I rolled around in oblivion.

I almost hate myself for the sight I must have been - sobbing in frustration, nude and covered in sweat and dust from the floor, still feebly playing with my nipples and my sex. My hair is plastered to my head and my pubic hair to my mound, with wet strands trapped inside the lips of my vagina. My bush has always been very thick, perhaps that very hair is insulating me from the final sensation, maybe if I cut it off I can become more sensitive and achieve the release I need?

I scramble around for the shopping bag, rush up the stairs to the bathroom and empty the contents onto the floor. It is almost with resignation that I watch the shaving cream roll out of the door and bounce bounce bounce down the stairs through the front door and roll out onto the public landing.

With a huge sigh I plod downwards By now I just can't care if anyone is around, I march straight out of the door and bend to pick up the can. It is then that I hear the main door of the building slam. The back draft pulls at my front door and I watch in horror as it snicks closed whilst footsteps come up the stairs.

It is Ivan. I don't know him that well, he lives next door with his girlfriend and is some sort of labourer. I never know what to say to them both and I think they regard me as a bit of a snob. He has seen me around several times but he has never before seen me wearing nothing but a pair of mismatched socks and a sheen of sweat, sobbing in frustration and pounding on a locked door with an aerosol can.

"Good Grief, Natalie, What the fuck's up?"

Looking at his crotch I can see what's up but that doesn't concern me at the moment

I soon discover that running in 6" heels is not that straightforward. I bought these about 2 years ago for an end of term ball but never had the confidence to wear them before. Dr Carter's therapy must be working well because the way they stretch my muscles all the way from my feet to my bare bum really turns me on. So as not to overbalance I have to keep my knees together making my feet kick up sideways. Throwing out my tits and rushing along in this parody of the most girly of runs I soon understand why all the bimbos at school run this way as I my labia rub together gloriously with every tiny step.

The bus is about to pull out and I wave and yell as I double my speed and throw myself into the doorway. A huge cheer goes up from a group of lads at the back and, breasts heaving I blow them a kiss and make a mock curtsey to thank them for their concern that I should catch the bus. I plunge onto the red vinyl of the seat with a gasp of relief as it cools my steaming pussy and and only then see that in my exertions my boobs have popped out from my T shirt.

I peel the now translucent cotton from my sweaty breasts, but as soon as I touch my stiff tits a shock of erotic electricity rushes down the length of my body. I gasp out loud as my spine arches and my pussy clenches down on the now sticky vinyl with a loud squelching noise.

Unfortunately the driver must have been newly qualified as his style is very rough Every time he stops he hits the brakes hard and the whole bus jerks forward, prominently led by my tits. Passengers on entering the bus hear a sharp gasp followed by what sounds like a fart and then see a sweat streaked woman, her back arched, squirming on the front seat whilst trying to stuff her boobs back into a ridiculously short see through T shirt

One of those passengers is my Head of Department.

"Hello Professor Lacy," I say politely. He ignores me and marches straight ahead to the back of the bus. Rude man. I've always been taught that courtesy costs nothing.

I have to walk the last mile after the driver throws me off the bus.

A short flared skirt is not really the best thing to wear in blustery weather as the gusts catch it and expose my newly shaved and inflamed pussy. In stretching to hold it down my tits pop out again and so I have to compromise.

With one hand holding down the T Shirt which is barely covering my boobs and the other rubbing hard against the now sopping front of my skirt I take little tottering steps down the street whilst the back pleats of the skirt flap merrily like a ship's ensign above my naked bum. My cheeks are red with embarrassment.

I finally make it to the clinic and Dr Carter opens the door.

My body explodes in a release of erotic tension. My cunt clenches and releases again and again, and I fall sobbing against the Doctor, slide down his body and collapse at his feet in a puddle of sweat, cum and pee. My eyes travel up his legs, linger longingly on his groin and as I catch his face I immediately come again. Every time I orgasm it seems to get more intense, my pleasure greater, my control less and my desire for more satisfaction become unbearable.

He helps me up without speaking and I climb onto the couch whilst he leaves to prepare the tea.

He stands for a moment on his return and silently hands me the robe. I can't believe what I have done I have just thrown my clothes on the floor and for the first time my doctor has seen me naked. How embarrassing. With my newly shaved pussy he must think I'm a slut. I really have to get Theo to help me conquer this new obsession or I just am not going to be able to live in civilised society. I have to admit though that the consequences of that last session have awoken a sexuality in me that I have never known before and which I would like to retain if only I could control it. Could the doctor find a middle way and show me how I could satisfy myself, with or without another?

I sink into my trance as easily as ever and lie back as the golden tingling washes over my body. Somehow though it seems pale and lukewarm compared to the intensity I have been feeling, and I feel a degree of sadness as my tits and cunt return to normal. Indeed I feel myself fighting against the outflow. I tense my buttocks and try to suck the glow deeper into my body. I find that if I buck my hips and contract my pussy I can draw the feeling back into my vagina. It is hard work but slowly I get into a rhythm of pumping and contracting and steadily I feel that I am pulling the tingle back into the core of my being. I am moaning and sweating but I am winning and moreover this wonderful glow now seems even more intense than it has before Then at last I succeed in drawing the last bit back into my cunt and once more I scream into an orgasm that I feel in every muscle, every fibre of my body.

Finally my shudders subside and I slowly turn my head towards Dr Carter. He is sitting there silently with a professional manner and then asks me how I feel. He smiles gently when I tell him wonderful but he then points out to me that the robe has come undone and once more I am lying on the couch totally exposed. I move to cover my body with my hands, but as I feel once again the hardness of my nipples I have to start playing with them and the warmth and musk of my arousal gives me no choice but to start fiddling once again with my clit.

I thrust my fingers slowly at first and then with increasing urgency as I become more aroused. It does indeed feel different than previously. I can feel a response from my body that I did not experienced yesterday. The feeling is so wonderful and so urgent as that delicious tension fills my pussy but I am not sure that I am about to come yet. Then I hear a noise from my right and I turn with a shock to see Dr Carter still sitting there impassively. In my passion I have completely forgotten that he is there and my excitement doubles as I realise I am lying fully exposed, frigging in front of a stranger. My hips rise and I feel on the verge of explosion, but what tips me over the edge is the reflection in the mirror of myself bucking and thrusting in front of this man in a white coat. I feel a stab of embarrassment, a greater one of shame but more importantly an overwhelming feeling of lust

I am living the same out of body experience that I had felt yesterday in my dreams but this time it is for real and my excitement and passion soar. My hips rise a good two feet in the air, my cunt spasms and clenches on my trapped fingers and then my bum falls back on the couch with a sharp slap like a gunshot whilst the air screams out of my mouth like the steam from a kettle. I lie shuddering and unable to speak as my heart slowly returns to a rate approaching normal and my fingers walk unchecked once more down to their heavenly destination.

"Well I think we've established that you can make yourself come," says the doctor and I nod somewhat doubtfully. I am not at all sure that my orgasm came as a result of my actions rather from the voyeuristic excitement of my frigging publicly.

"I believe that you are over reacting to your previous repression and I am certain that I can control this, but it may take some time. Can I suggest that you return tomorrow for the day and I'll try to fit you round my other patients."

I feel really grateful for the doctor's help, especially as he states once again that payment can be sorted out later, and after another cup of the herbal tea I get up to leave.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

I jump. I have been sitting with Dr Carter all this time discussing my problems completely unaware that I am still naked and I have just been about to leave in the same state. I feel a surge of gratitude to the doctor that he has been so thoughtful in pointing this out and I reluctantly struggle into my clothes and leave the clinic.

The bus journey back is just as bad as before. Once again I have chosen the front seat and I squirm as before, half to relieve my throbbing pussy, half from embarrassment as I am ogled my a group of lads out for the night. I try to ignore the whispered giggles but I do hear snatches of conversations along the lines of "...bangs like a cuckolds brownie house door." I hate crudity and can't understand why they should have to discuss their toilet arrangements in public.

The mall is still open and I pop in to get some clothes to replace the totally unsuitable ones I am wearing. I select a tiny lace camisole top that fits like a second skin.

I wonder whether the skirt makes me look slutty, but the red PVC is is the exact same shade as Dr Carter's couch and the feel of it on my naked skin is wonderful. As I stand in the fitting room I decide it is actually a very practical purchase as I can now finger myself without having to lift the hem. To test this I plunge my fingers into my demanding pussy. How can it be so wet whilst I am convinced it is on fire? Carried away by my passion I plunge and buck on my hand in a frenzy of lust but still my clit feels numb whenever I touch it. My frustration and my volume build still further.

I become aware of a loud knocking on the door of the cubicle.

"Would Madam care to dress more quietly, please"

I am shocked back to reality. There is someone else in the room! Then I realise it is just my reflection. I hardly recognise the figure staring back with wild mindless eyes. It looks ravishing! It is wearing nothing but a wide plastic belt with its hand up to its wrist in its pussy. Its face is flushed, hair plastered to its head and sweat running down its face body and legs whilst its beautiful boobs and outstanding tits heave raggedly up and down. There is a strong heady smell of sweat musk and passion that I find irresistible as my fingers stray back to my twat, but once again I am interrupted.

" Are you all right, Madam. Do you need some help?"

Of course I need some help, but unfortunately not the help that is being offered. I shrug into my top and shakily leave the room.

The Salesgirl gives me a very strange look.

"You'll have to be careful with those silky straps. If you move too fast they'll slip off your shoulders."

I look critically at it in the mirror. My boobs can be seen quite clearly through the flimsy fabric. My nipples stand out like sexy bullets. It is perfect! " No I'll be all right. My nipples are so hard that if it slips they'll catch in the holes of the lace and keep it up."

For some reamister the girl seems to find this amusing. "Do you fancy going clubbing together sometime and we can get some action?".

"No thanks," I say, " I prefer to be by myself."

She stares at me for a while and then mutters "snotty cow."

I leave feeling rather puzzled then realise that unlike me she might not have the confidence to go to the sports club alone. Next time I come I will suggest that we will indeed go together to exercise.

The bus is empty as I make my way home but I feel a curious pang of disappointment that there is no one to admire my oh so beautiful body. It does mean however that I can more easily satisfy my urges and I am resolutely continuing my quest for satisfaction when the bus suddenly brakes hard and a stream of curses come out of the dark.

"Sorry Mate," says the driver to the pedestrian he has narrowly avoided. "I was distracted by that tart on the front seat fingering herself." Fortunately we have almost reached my home so I run off with my face burning once again. I am determined to complain to the bus company. I am sure that I have been completely discreet, he can't have seen anything. Well not that much really.

I have to rush to catch the bus the next morning as I have overslept

My dreams of unfulfilled lust have returned. Once again I find myself in the library. As the stranger approaches I can see that it is really Dr Carter and I find myself begging him to fuck me on the library table. But despite my cries and groans he just stands as I fail to frig myself into the orgasm which is my sole desire.

This time Ivan comes round to complain. Rude man. He presses on the bell till I have to answer, I stagger to the door and throw it open. We have a rather curious and very prolonged slanging match. Strangely he seems reluctant to leave. It isn't until I slam the door on his grinning face that I realise I have been yelling lustily for several minutes completely naked and fingering my bare clit. No wonder he wouldn't look me in the eye.

I arrive at the clinic and ring the bell. Dr Carter answers the door speaker

"I'm with a client at the moment. I'll be down shortly."

I am surprised by my reaction. Memories of my dream flood back but this time I climax immediately. It takes over my life -- my heart races, the red pounds in my ears, my muscles contract, my juices squirt and I collapse against the door and slowly slide down on to the step where I must have sat satiated for some minutes.

"Are you all right Luv?"

I look slowly up at the grizzled face of an old Postman leaning solicitously over me. I can only only nod in dreamy ecstasy.

"I'd put them away at least"

I slowly follow his gaze and realise that the sales girl has been right. Both my boobs have popped out of my top, and I stare in wonder as they rise and fall gently as my heart rate returns to something approaching normal. There is no way that I can ever again cover up these wonderful magnificent breasts with their firm red tits straining out from the delicate pink of my aureole. These things of joy should be worshipped by the world but at the moment I am only exposed to the Royal Mail.

My muscles relax as I let out my breath and I lose control of my bladder. My skirt has ridden up and a stream of amber piss jets out of my cunt and starts pooling in the PVC. The jet looks to me like nothing so much as the jet of a takeing fountain and I have an overpowering vision of the old postie leaning over and takeing from it. The image is so strong that I can distinctly see the the few short hairs on the top of his sunburnt head as he leans and sucks and I let out a sudden burst of nervous laughter, clenching my buns and so making the jet rise a good foot into the air.

We lock eyes for what seems an eternity while I run my tongue slowly round my lips and then the postman shakes his head, grimaces and leaves muttering something about takesen hussy and how it wouldn't happen in his day.

I can't care less. I slowly come down from the height of my orgasm, with my wonderful beautiful boobs heaving, my perfect shaven pussy exposed to the world, sitting in a pool of my warm golden piss. I feel a deeper sense of fulfilment than I have ever experienced before.

I enter Dr Carter's therapy room in a daze of satisfaction There is no way that I can put the robe on and I stretch languorously on the couch seeming to feel its vinyl cover with every pore of my skin. I am fully aware of the doctor's appreciation of my naked body and so he should. I feel a deep sense of gratification that this wonderful man is willing to help me with my psychological problems.

This time as I lie in my trance I am determined from the start that the glow will not seep out of my vagina into the rest of my body. I feel myself fighting the flow, seeking to retain and enhance that wonderful heat. The struggle seems to heighten the feeling and as I buck and clench and thrust I am drawing deep breaths as I fight to retain this essence. After a long struggle I realise that I have succeeded and I come round feeling like I have run 10 miles with my cunt full of molten lava.

I have not come, however, and my one think is to achieve the satisfaction that I have had before. I am in a frenzy. My one, my only desire is to climax and I have to climax immediately if not sooner. My pussy contracts and clenches and my desperation increases. After what seems like hours I slow down and stare through wild and glazed eyes at Dr Carter, finally aware that he has been watching as I debase myself publicly.

My face colours but I don't care. I have to ask him politely to help me.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." I lunge for his cock, but he pulls back.

"Ms Smart, I'm a doctor, it will be most improper to have sexual relations."

I beg him to screw me. I have to satisfy this overpowering burning urge in my pussy. He seems bemused by my inability to achieve satisfaction and tries to talk about it but I'm not sure I am coherent and we seem to be getting nowhere. In the end he says as much in irritation as anything, "well just come then."

I scream. A pent up dam of frustration roars out in waves of superheated pleasure. I buck and writhe and must have fallen off the couch for when I come round I am lying on the floor in a pool of my own juices looking up like a puppy in adoration of this wonderful man who has just given me so much pleasure. I have finally reached my goal but even so I feel that burning , glowing wondrous feeling seeping back into my pussy and my fingers feebly make their way back to their destination.

"Do you want to come again?"

I nod, incapable of speech.

"cum?"

I come.

"CUM!"

I come!

This continues several more times. Each time my body explodes in joy, each time I cannot believe that my pleasure can be any greater, each time the pleasure is greater and each time my fingers wander back to my twat. I think that he only stops because he thinks my heart will give out.

I lie panting at his feet. The doctor seems puzzled that I am still not satisfied. Despite my pleading he still will not fuck me because of his medical ethics, but finally he suggests a compromise. He will see whether the patient waiting in his other therapy room will be willing to help me out. It seems an awful lot to ask of the man, but I am so desperate for relief that I agree to his suggestion.

I wait nervously as the doctor leaves to sound out his patient. I am not a virgin but the few times that I have fucked before have been brief tumbles in bed that have brought me no joy at all. I have never willingly made love before and so I hope he will understand my inexperience and that he will be gentle with me, It does not occur to me that the naked wanton lying on the couch with her legs wide apart and her hand up to the wrist in her pussy might not be the demure maiden I consider myself to be.

In the end what could have been an embarrassing situation becomes curiously matter of fact. There is no finesse in the experience. I don't think that the man who entered moves at all as I grab his cock, wrap my legs around his waist and gasp as I feel his prick grow into my cunt. I pump and press desperately, my legs wrapped round his back as my muscles try to suck him ever deeper and deeper. I feel him cum almost immediately but still I cannot. I buck and squeeze even harder and feel another erection returning. I must have wanked him dry but I am no nearer reaching an orgasm. Finally he has to fight me off him as he peels back my legs and rather gingerly walks out of the room to settle the account for his therapy. I guess that he is consulting Dr Carter about some gross sexual perversion because I hear him saying something about a vacuum cleaner swallowing his balls. I am surprised that the doctor finds this funny but I just lie back with tears seeping out at my inability to get satisfaction.

It must have got quite late as Dr Carter explains that he has to close his surgery. A slight problem follows. There is no way at all that I can bear to put my clothes back on but despite my determination the doctor will not let me leave as I am. I am surprised that he seems not to comprehend

"My tits and cunt are far too sensitive for clothes, and besides they prevent me from frigging properly. Anyway everyone should be free to admire my beautiful body," I explain patiently. He has to respect my logic so as a compromise he suggests that I stay the night in the clinic.

We have one last session. This time I am prepared and I determined that the glow will never ever leave my cunt again. I buck, clench and suck, seeking to retain its overpowering warmth. I am soon covered in sweat as I pant and heave and slowly feel that I have won the struggle, I have reeled it back in and somehow know that it will now never leave my cunt but I still have not come. I look up weakly and beg the doctor once again to fuck me. He looks down sadly shaking his head but I must have looked so pitiable that he allowed me to cum once more. I just don't know how I can manage without him.

Dr Carter has to go out for the evening but before he leaves he brings me a meal with yet another cup of herbal tea and says goodbye. The tea is as satisfying as always but after takeing it I realise that I have to pee quite urgently. The doctor has left an old fashioned enamel basin for just this purpose and so I squat down. For some reamister I can't pee in this position so I stand up to piss. I have great fun practising my bladder control, seeing how far away I can direct my stream into the basin but then I find another small problem.

The sides of the bowl arch outwards and whilst it is very easy to pick up it is thus impossible for me to take from without it slopping down my breasts. After a few messy attempts I place it on the floor and start to lap up the ambrosia like a cat. This is very effective although I have to continually swat away the rats tails of my hair which keep on falling into the bowl and into my mouth. Glancing sideways I am so taken with my reflection in one of the mirrors that I daintily raise my bum as high as I can and wiggle it saucily like a frisky kitten as I lick clean the bowl.

The evening then stretches like eternity. Before he left, the doctor has told me not to touch my pussy. He thinks that if I stopped frigging for a while I might be able to control the insatiable desires that are dominating my life but the urge is so demanding that it is causing an agony of frustration. Time and again I catch my fingers wandering down to my twat only to guiltily snatch them away. Then inspiration hits. I am not allowed to touch myself, but something else can!

I look around the room but it is quite bare. The walls are mirrored and the tiled floor slopes gently to a sluice in one corner. The only furniture is the couch in the exact centre of the room. I try rubbing up against a corner of the bed but it is too low when I am standing and too high for kneeling. I am weeping in frustration when I notice that there is a slight mound in the centre of the couch. In a frenzy I start shagging the mound which fitted quite comfortably into my slit although nowhere near deep enough to easily reach my clit. It gives me some small relief. Then I devise a quite elegant solution. Wiggling both my thumbs in my arse gives me some extra stimulation and I can massage my cheeks at the same time!

As I lie humping the sticky red vinyl of the couch I feel a sense of triumph that I have cleverly outwitted Doctor's commands. If only I could come everything would be perfect!

I have my normal troured dreams and I awake stiff and uncomfortable. My arms are tingling from cramp and I wince as I slowly manage to extricate my thumbs and then raise them to my mouth to lick them clean. Doctor pops his head round the door, says that he will bring in breakfast shortly and shows me the bathroom. I gaze in incomprehension at the shower. My body is covered in dried sweat and bodily juices whilst my hair is matted with piss and cum. Why on earth should I want to remove these trophies of my ecstasy? Then I see my shaving kit and realise that he wants me to pretty myself up.

I return gleaming into the treatment room. I preen at my reflection and think that my freshly oiled body gleams just like plastic. The Doctor compliments me.

"Your head looks wonderful and I see you've shaved off your eyebrows too, my little fuck doll."

I preen on hearing my affectionate nickname. "I've shaved absolutely everywhere. My pussy is the smoothest though," I say proudly, thrusting it forward and peeling back my cunt lips, hoping against hope that he might fill it.

He laughs and unzips his fly. I almost faint in expectation but once again he has to explain that medical ethics will only allow him to pee in my mouth. How can I be so dumb as to forget that the doctor patient relationship is absolute? I have to admit though that I am disappointed with his prick. It is very thin and it is tiny, barely reaching below his balls. If it was not for the fact that he had shaved himself bare I doubt if I could have seen it. I hide my disappointment and do my best to take all the pee but my inexperience hinders me and most of it seems to go all over me. I collapse giggling at his feet and he kindly lets me come.

Dr Carter has been considering my situation. My inability to come is surely down to my lack of practice and to this end he has devised an experiment. I must fuck as much as I can for as long as possible and so learn how to orgasm. To this end he will ask all his patients whether they will mind helping me in this experiment. I agree that this seems a very sensible solution and lie back in excitement to await my first volunteer of the day.

I hadn't known that Dr Carter's practice is so busy. No wonder he stays open so late into the night. A steady stream of his patients come to help me out. I had no idea that pricks can come in such a variety of colour length and size. I've always been a fast learner and I feel quite proud at how I quickly I am learning to perfect my first awkward fumbles and to understand how to prolong their pleasure and avoid damaging what are very vulnerable tools of delight, but despite the many different positions we try, I am no nearer reaching an orgasm myself.

I am surprised at how matter of fact most of the clients are. I'm sure that what Dr Carter is asking his patients to do is hardly a common occurrence, yet they seem to take the activity and indeed myself for granted and treat me almost as an object . There is rarely any talking and when there is I have to say that it is usually very rude. Some are downright horrid.

One man is particularly objectionable. He is very rough and from the start he insists on insulting and a***ing me in very explicit terms. He seems to be treating me like a whore. After a few minutes he pulls out and to my horror starts trying to fuck my bum hole! I'm not having any of that, but he seems quite put out when I slap him away. Blow me if he doesn't then try to put his prick in my mouth. The dirty man. After he has been trying to stick it up my arse!

"That's enough of that, Sonny Jim," I yell furiously, and I jump up, and powering his arm up his back in a half Nelmister, frogmarch him to the door, thrust him through it and slam it shut. I stand back, my breasts heaving as I seek to control my outrage when the door opens and he tries to creep back in. His manner is the complete opposite of the objectionable oaf who has been so roundly a***ing me, but before he can open his mouth I spin him around send him out again with a firm kick on his arse. Patient or no patient I am having no more to do with this degenerate.

The door opens for a third time. I balance on one leg raising the other for a karate kick to the groin and barely manage to restrain myself as Dr Carter enters. He collapses as my momentum carries me spinning into him and we both end in a heap with my ever wet pussy sitting on his face. I am mortified.

"Oh I'm so sorry Theo, what an awful thing to happen."

"Well, I've have worse. Can I get Councillor Cummings clothes for him?"

Dr Carter squirms out from me, collects the clothes and with a wink takes them out to his client. When he returns with a cup of herbal tea I explained what has taken place, my face burning with embarrassment.

"He is a really rude man, Theo. He kept on using all these really nasty words and he wanted to stick his penis into my bum and my mouth, the disgusting pervert. I don't know why he should want to do that. I'll never get to climax that way."

"You'd be surprised at what people can get off on. You're really uptight. Let's try an experiment."

The Doctor asks me to lie on my front on my couch. I am really wound up so it takes some time before I drift into the trance, but finally the glorious glow once more suffuses my entire body. I know that it will never leave my vagina but I still need to increase its intensity and so I try to suck it in. Because I am on my front I find that I can't use my pussy to draw it in and instead I have to buck and clench my bum as I try to draw the wondrous intensity into my body. It is hard work but I am winning and I find myself panting and sucking as I struggle to draw it in.

I come round, aware that something is wrong...no, not wrong, something is gloriously right!...Something is filling my arsehole snugly...no not something...a prick is filling my arsehole...not any prick...it is His Prick! Time seems to stand still for ever as I wriggle in ecstasy. Dr Carter is standing still with his huge huge cock stretching my bum and it is the most amazing, most glorious, most sexy feeling I have ever had! As he becomes aware that I am now fully conscious, Theo draws back and then rams forward with one tremendous thrust and I come!

I scream and I writhe with joy but then realise that he is no longer in me. Panicking I squirm on the couch but then see his erect cock is now waiting patiently at my lips. I pounce and I swallow the tool as far down as I can. His taste, combined with my juices and my cuckolds brownie is the most beautiful thing I have ever experienced and once more my whole body shudders in an overwhelming erotic electric shock.

I am not so far gone though that I am going to lose his prick again, and as I convulse my hands cling to his glorious sexy buns, pressing him hard against my face and fellating him with my convulsions. My tongue explores the length of his tool from head to balls and I would have crammed them in my mouth as well if I could. I hear a few grunts of pain as in my desire I bite his cock or squeeze his balls too hard. Then he comes....

I cannot believe anything could taste as wonderful as his semen, so delicious, so unbearably desirable. I am desperate to take it all down but my inexperience must have caused me to let his prick slip out so that his cum shoots all over my face and my eyes and it keeps on coming and coming and somehow no matter how much I try I cannot guide his tool back into my gaping throat. How can such tiny balls produce so much cum and with so much power? My whole face is completely covered in a wonderful sticky paste.

Dr Carter withdraws his deflating prick and I sit back trying to lick his spunk from my lips.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"

Of course. Where are my manners? My selfish desire to take his come has made me forget to clean him up.

"I am so sorry Doctor." I lean forward and delicately lick the last of his spunk from his tool and then clean his entire groin taking care not to get any of the mess on my face onto his gorgeous body. I linger for sometime pressing my tongue as deep as I can into his bum before drawing back onto my haunches. He is obviously pleased with my conscientious cleaning.

"Don't lick it off. Let it dry on your face. Semen is great for the complexion. You'll never worry about wrinkles again"

"Thank you Theo," I say and he kindly lets me come once again.

When I recover I excitedly ask him whether I am now cured having come twice of my own accord.

"One swallow does not make a summer." He says as he zips up his fly. "We need to see how you get on with others of my patients first. You're obviously improving but you need to improve your technique if you are going to climax regularly."

Unfortunately the Doctor is right. For the rest of the day my every opening is entered, banged and ejected into as a constant stream of his patients try to help me climax but I never manage to cum again.

If I am ever going to be able to cum I have to improve my s******* so Dr Carter brings in a plasma screen. I am delighted to find that as part of his research he has been filming all of my encounters. Now I can admire in close up my beautiful body as it rapidly gains a coating of piss sweat and cum and see where I can improve my performance. My fucking will improve in leaps and bounds.

Dr Carter likes to come and talk in the mornings after breakfast. One day I catch him in a reflective mood.

"Do you enjoy doing that?"

I am lapping up my piss from my bowl as usual, saucily raising and wiggling my bum whilst he watches. Hoping against hope that he will he will fuck it.

I give it some surprised thought. "Well I hadn't thought of it either way before. Its just something everyone has to do like shaving your pussy or your head or... eating your cuckolds brownie or cutting your nails."

This reply seems to amuse him

"Well which do you prefer. Being penetrated in your vagina, anus or mouth?"

"Cunt arse or mouth." I muse, "It's so hard to choose. I always seem to prefer it wherever I'm being screwed at the time. They're all great fun but it will be even greater if I can ever come," I say wistfully.

"We'll have to devise an experiment," he says, and then because I am looking so sad he lets me come twice.

"Thank you Theo."

The next day I am surprised when three lads enter the room together. I have learnt to accept the attitude of most of Theo's patients but I can't really understand why they should be so offhand if not downright rude despite their showing an initial compassion in agreeing to help find a cure for my problem. These three are even more objectionable, treating me not as a permister but as an thing.

They don't introduce themselves which is always rude but I catch their names as they kid around, joshing and generally acting Jack The Lad.

"Gawd, look at the tits on that," says Bazza with a leer. "They'd poke your eyes out from 2 feet away."

Jimbo is a man of few words, but just squeezes my bum.

"I'll take the cunt," says Delroy, "those lips look right for fucking." He then lies down on his back my couch, my couch! as though he owned it with his legs dangling onto the floor. I am intrigued though. I examine his cock thoroughly, much to the lads amusement. I have never seen a black cock before, it is a bit thicker but it not much different from all the others I have experienced recently.

Keeping ny legs straight, I bend down from the waist and delicately take the head of his tool in my mouth. The lads cheer as I look saucily up at them and then continue downwards savouring its taste and feel against the back of my throat. I squeal as without warning Jimbo enters my arse. His prick is not as thick, but my God it is long! Does he have an eel in his pants? I can feel it sliding up and up and up until finally his pubes tickle my bum. I am half expecting it to come out of my mouth. With one move he lifts me up and then thrusts my cunt onto Jimbo's erect tool.

My cunt is now far more constricted and I can feel Delroy's cock pressing against Jimbo's through my walls. It is exquisite. In this position Delroy cannot drive hard but Jimbo can. Each thrust raises me up and then I slide down Delroy as I shag him. As the two of them move into a rhythm my excitement and my lust increases.

Bazza has been watching as we groove into our rhythm but then he draws out his prick with a flourish.

"What do you think of this then Darling?" he smirks as he prods against my mouth.

Not much, if truth be told. It isn't as thick as Delroy's and nowhere near as long as Jimbo's and it is decidedly cheesy, but I have always been taught not to speak with my mouth full. I get to slurping with a will as I feel it tickle my tonsils.

The constant stimulation of my arse and my cunt as they build up a steadily increasing rhythm is driving me against Bazza's cock and driving me wild. My boobs are heaving and my breath coming in ever shorter gasps as waves of pleasure pulse through my body. I am going to cum of my own accord. God I know I am going to cum soon, it is building, building, building pressure.

Jimbo thrusts hard. I rise up Delroy's prick and drive into Bazza's cock. I slide back down Delroy and squeal and bite down in ecstasy...

Bazza's scream is as unnerving as it is unexpected. I flinch and my entire body clenches down whilst the muscles of my cunt contract and become rigid in shock. Delroy and Jimbo begin struggling and swearing as I squeeze hard on their trapped pricks.

Bazza is yelling in agony but myself Delroy and Jimbo are all stuck in a three way dog tie. The harder they struggle the harder my muscles clamp down, firmly anchoring them in my body.

Dr Carter comes running in and surveys the scene. Bazza is standing in a half crouch with his hands clutched to his cock, red running through his fingers. Delroy is pinned on the couch by my body whilst Jimbo is alternately pummelling my back and pushing on it as he stretches his firmly clamped tool. The lads are swearing blue *** and I am wailing in despair. I had been about to come! I was going to climax! And it has all been ruined by that bastard Bazza!

The doctor leaves the room and then returns a few minutes later. I can tell he is really worried because he is wiping away tears of what must have been nervous laughter. He uses the time honoured solution to a dog tie by throwing the bucket of icy water over our groins. The shock loosens my muscles and with a pop like a champagne cork Jimbo withdraws from my arse. I lever myself off Delroy, leaving what seems like a deflated slug resting on his crotch. Both lads start vigorously rubbing their tools, trying to get some red and feeling back into their withered members. Bazza is cupping his prick, fairly sure that it is still attached but afraid to look down in case it isn't. I furiously plunge my hands into my cunt and into my bum and begin frigging like an Olympic marathon. I was about to cum! Perhaps I still can!

Having determined that he is still attached to his cock, Bazza now seems more concerned about his therapy fees.

"Give me a refund you bastard. I don't pay £100 just to be castrated by a fucking whore!"

My nerves are on edge. I hadn't liked these guys in the first place, and this is the last straw. My hands are busy inside my cunt and arse and I'm not going to lose the chance of a climax, so I run across the room and head butt Bazza hard on the bridge of his nose. I feel the cartilage break and a stream of red flows out together with a stream of curses. One hand now covers his nose, the other his cock and red pulses through the fingers of both. Dr Carter pulls me back and tries to soothe my fury.

"Come, come, Natalie."

I scream and writhe, finally released.

My body heaving with great gasps I look up from the floor. Delroy and Jimbo seem to have recovered from their ordeal but Bazza is still cursing and arguing and trying to ease the pain of his damaged body parts

"The fucking bitch. Twat her one Delroy."

"You can twat her if you want to. I'm not hitting her, that cocksucking cunt is fucking mental."

I am still wound up and with a roar charge at Delroy. He is on the other side of the room though so we end up with us running round and round the couch, me yelling and frigging, Delroy screaming and rubbing his cock and Bazza swearing constantly covered in red. Dr Carter reluctantly ends the pantomime in the only way he can.

"CUM, CUM, CUM."

Whilst I writhe on the floor in a delirium of joy. He ushers the three lads quickly out of the room and slams the door.

"So why did you attack Delroy?" Dr Carter asks some time later as I lie back on the couch savouring the tea.

"He called me a cocksucking cunt"

The Doctor thinks for a while.

"Well, strictly speaking he is right."

I look sharply at him. Is he teasing me?

"Let's face it, most of my patients don't think of you as a permister when you're copulating, you're just a receptacle for their semen, in other words a cunt. And what are you doing to Bazza just before his unfortunate accident?"

As always Theo's logic is unshakable. I think for a while. "You're absolutely right as always Doctor, I am a cocksucking cunt! I should apologise to Delroy. I think for a while. I won't say sorry to Bazza though, he called me a whore and that's wrong. I will never stoop to selling my body for sex...are you all right Theo?"

Dr Carter must have swallowed his tea the wrong way. He had snorted and is sitting on his chair obligation. I pound on his back as he slowly recovered.

"Thank goodness you're OK Doctor, I don't know what I would do if I lost you."

He composes himself and I settle down on the red vinyl and once more fall into my trance.

I awake much later from a far deeper trance than usual. Usually I would be aware at one level of where I am, but this time it almost feels as if I have been anaesthetised. I did have extraordinarily vivid dreams though, all based on my sucking an endless stream of ice cream or lollipops all with a flavour that is almost orgasmic.

My head feels thick and my mouth feels as though it is stuffed with cotton wool. My tongue feels twice its size as I run it round my gums trying to find out what is wrong. Realisation hits hard just as the Doctor enters the room.

"Feo, my teef are missing!"

Dr Carter looks a bit uncomfortable.

"Yes, we had to remove them all. We had no choice, it is a health and safety directive..."

"But my teef..."

"We can't have our patients penis' bitten off you know. Bazza needed several stitches."

"Oh the poor man! I had no idea I had hurt him so badly when he was only here to help with my cure. I'm so selfish to worry about myself when he was so badly injured."

"We do need to make sure that the directive has been properly implemented"

He unzips his fly.

My gums are feeling quite sore but I have to admire Theo's dedication and I feel it would be most selfish to put my wishes ahead of his desire to ensure the safety of his patients so I carefully take his cock in my mouth.

It is a revelation! Without teeth my gums and mouth can embrace his cock like a sensitive condom. I can feel the glans and each and every vein pulsing, every throb transmitted directly through my gums, through my mouth down my throat and to my tender clit. The head hits the back of my mouth with an ecstatic jolt and I suck harder then tongue it back then deeper again down into my throat. With each thrust I try to suck him further down, down towards my demanding clitoris. The taste of his flesh, of his sweat is even sweeter than in my dreams. I can feel the moment coming, the urgency building up and he comes!

And I cum!!

I don't care about my complexion, I will not release his prick, I need every delicious drop of his spunk and I take deep savouring his beautiful nectar with my gums clamped firmly around his shaft as my pussy clenches and spasms in joy in time with my swallowing.

Finally I release his now clean and limp prick and sink back in satiation. "Fank you Feo" I gasp as I my tongue licks languorously round my empty gums and I'm not sure whether I am thanking him for the orgasm or for having the foresight to remove my teeth and so increase my pleasure. I hardly notice him leave.

Time is a very hazy concept as I stay in my room on my couch, screwing all who enter. All I know is that it is sometime later that my tutor enters the room. I recognise her immediately. We have always got on very well and she is the nearest permister to a friend that I have. I am touched that she too has volunteered to help with my therapy and I determine to make her experience as enjoyable as I can.

In one rapid move I tear down her skirt and and panties and bury my head hard in her groin. The unexpected power of my action must have aroused her lust as I can taste her juices starting as soon as my tongue probes into her pussy and she screans with shock and pleasure. I am pressing her back hard and to maintain her balance she is powerd backwards, but with her knickers wrapped around her ankles she has to back off in little bunny hops whilst I pursue her crouched in a duck walk.

She hits the wall with a thump. She lets out a another scream at the top of her voice and the contraction seems to suck me even deeper into her pussy whilst the first of her orgasms clench down on my tongue. My toothlessnes is just as effective in a pussy as it is on a cock. I can nibble and suck her clit as hard as I can without danger and I have more direct contact on the fleshy part of her lips. I think I will drown as her sweet juices flood down my throat. I double my efforts in a kind of jealous lust. She is having my orgasms! I want them! She screams and writhes in my clutch as my thigh muscles jerk and slam her back again and again and again against the wall and I can only wish that I could share the extremes of joy that are consuming her.

Slowly I become aware of her fists beating feebly on my head. I reluctantly withdraw my tongue and look up to see her still wearing the top half of her business suit, slumped against the wall, her legs buckled and her juices running down her legs onto myself and onto the rumpled skirt at her feet. Her head is pressed far back. Her huge gasps of exhausted satisfaction making her boobs rise and fall in time with my own gasps of exhausted frustration.

Then she is pulling at my fingers, trying to pry them loose from their vice-like grip on her buns. I am still too spent to help and watch as she peels them back one by one. I can see the bruises on the creamy smoothness of her bum as she struggles with each of my fingers . She will have to sit down very carefully for the next few days. I lean back and we both slowly calm down. Simple courtesy demands that I introduce myself.

"Good afternoon, Ms Smif, I'm surprised to see you here"

She gasps and stares down at me. "...Good God...Ms Smart?" she says tentatively. I sit back on my haunches licking her cum from my lips, my bald scalp gleaming to match my bald pussy, my naked body, oiled and sweaty and heaving whilst my fingers automatically toy with my clit. I guess l that I do not look very much like the prize Honours student who has regularly sat by the fire in her study discussing Greek epic literature.

"Yes, but I'm trying to free myself from all permisteral bonds so I'm now just called Cunt" I say proudly. "Have you had a chance yet to assess the last chapter of my fesis regarding the influence of Minoan myfology on the belief structures of the Iliad?"

"... er it is fine...very good... yes very good..." and she hobbles out the door, trying to pull up her skirt whilst her panties still dangled round her feet.

I wail in despair and utter offense. What can I do? My career is ruined. Her mumred reaction sounds so powerd. Obviously my work is seriously flawed and she is far too polite to admit it. How can I possibly hold my head high in academic society if she lets it be known that my thesis is not up to scratch?

As I sit sniffling, too dispirited even to frig with much enthusiasm, Dr Theo enters the room. My dark despair increases even further when I see that he is far from happy. Apparently Ms Smith was giving him a hard time about my presence here. For some strange reamister the bitch seems to think that my change in circumstances might not have been of my own permisteral choice. It was only by using all his persuasive s******* over a cup of tea that Dr Carter has managed to stop her contacting the university or even the police. She has agreed to delay talking to to the authorities until after she has seen me again.

"But You mustn't talk of permisteral matters to my patients, Cunt. I upsets them and distracts you from your cure. You need to concentrate solely on giving pleasure if you are ever going to achieve you desire for an orgasm."

Sobbing, I beg his forgiveness for being so selfish. Dr Carter is about to ban me from ever speaking again, but I point out that some of his clients find it necessary for me to keep up a running commentary whilst screwing, so Theo kindly lets me continue to talk but restricted to purely sexual matters.

The next time I see Ms Smith is revealing in every sense of the word.

I am lying frigging fruitlessly on my couch when a pair of boobs come jiggling through the door. These are not just any boobs, they are Magnificent Boobs! Full and perky they sway jauntily as if they have a life of their own. They are wrapped loosely in a white blouse so sheer as to be almost transparent. The delicate pink of the aureoles manage to peep cheekily out of the top of that stunning cleavage. Surprisingly a few of the buttons are still done up but for how much longer can they resist the rampant pressure of those carmine tits?

Next there comes a pair of legs, balanced precariously on ridiculously high heels they go up and up and up and then vanish into a scrap of latex whose glorious shade matches perfectly the red of my couch. The skirt is not so much a second skin as sprayed on and it barely coves the downward swell of the shapely buns as they join those magnolia thighs.

Following closely behind comes Ms Smith herself. All trace of the academic has vanished. Her hair is now released from its bun and hangs in ragged strips across her face down her neck and halfway down her back, her cheeks are flushed and her tongue is slowly wetting lips whose colour matches both the tits and the skirt. Her breath is low and ragged as she catches my eyes.

I am too shocked to move. She looks a complete slut. What sort of way is that to attend the clinic of such a respected doctor? It shows a complete disrespect of his profession.

Ms Smith is unaware of my disapproval. One shrug and her tits escape their flimsy covering. Then still watching me she places one long red fingernail on each hip and runs them slowly upwards, prises them under her skirt and then slowly rolls it up her waist to reveal a freshly shaved and glistening pussy. The lips of her cunt are moist and swollen and just as red.

Her head darts down to my pussy whilst she swings those never ending legs round to press her own cunt to my mouth. It is an offer I just can't refuse. My tongue thrusts into her hole and I suck long and hard at her sweet sweet juices. I nibble her clit as she nibbles mine and in mutual desire we both thrust hard into each others mouth. We start a rhythm of thrust, suck, clench and push, a syncopated erotic ballet as we try to satisfy ourselves and each other. Previously my tutor had come quickly, in fact she had come quickly many times but this time strangely she seems to be finding this goal as hard to achieve as I am. Our frustration grows as our speed and rhythm and intensity increase in our mutual desperation to achieve a climax that neither one can achieve.

We might have been fucking for hours, days for all know, but all to no avail. Finally sheer exhaustion makes us slow our rhythm and then come to a panting pause. We sit up and move our legs off to the side of the couch, a pair each on each side so we can sit shoulder to shoulder like a couple on a love seat. We are both dripping with sweat with our boobs heaving as we gasp for breath. Her tits are so tempting that I move to suck them, but with a huge effort of will Ms Smith stops me gently.

"...No, no not yet Natalie, later. I need to talk to you. Tell me what's wrong. I'm worried about how you've changed. I want to help you."

Well of course she does. This is the whole reamister why she and the other patients are taking part in Dr Carter's experiment.

"I need to cum."

"Well, yes... yes we both do, but this is so unlike you. Why are you so different? Is everything all right? How can I help your problem?"

"I need to cum." Impatiently I thrust her fingers hard into my wet cunt.

There is a long pause. She starts again. "I talked to Professor Lacy about your thesis. He is most impressed. He says that some of your insights are most astute. Why have you stopped coming to our seminars? Something's wrong here. We would both like to help you sort out your problems. Tell me"

What is the stupid tart wittering about? I have been as clear as possible in telling her what I need and she is going on about some meaningless essay. She says she wants to help but she isn't even frigging me. Her fingers are just resting there in my cunt.

"Eat my pussy!"

She just sits with her mouth open, motionless. I sense that she wants to continue with this useless talk but I have had enough. I snatch her fingers out and thrust my own in deeply and frantically resume my endless quest for satisfaction. She seems troured but her eyes are drawn to my fingers prodding and probing and her desire grows again. Slowly her own fingers drop and she inserts them delicately into her own hole.

I can't be bothered with all this philosophy. I stare insolently into this slut's eyes as she makes a public exhibition of herself. I increase my speed. She stares back as though mesmerised and increases her speed. I slow down, she slows down. I raise my hand and pinch and twist my right tit, so does she. I move over to the left tit and so does she. For some time we perform as mirror images tweaking and probing and gasping in unimister. Then I shuffle forward slightly on the couch to raise my bum so that I can thrust my thumb into it. She does the same, but as she shifts she sees the image of the doctor in one of the mirrors. He has come into the room and has been silently watching us for some time.

Ms Smith jumps up and now even her blushing cheeks match her colour scheme. She is the most colour co-ordinated tart I have ever seen.

"Oh my God, Dr Carter how embarrassing! You really must cure me of this awful exhibitionism." With that she runs out of the room in a curious knock kneed fashion that make her buns bounce almost as deliciously as her tits.

Stupid Cow. How on earth did that ditzy slut ever get a job in the university? She has shamelessly exposed herself to a professional man and is such an airhead that she can't even remember to take her clothes with her! How could a slut like that ever think she could help me? I just continue frigging my twat and my bum having transferred my gaze into the doctor's eyes, all the time smiling politely and licking my lips. After a few minutes he comes over and pats my bald head. He smiles and and as my body explodes in bliss I knowing that I am the luckiest Cunt in the world.

I see Ms Smith one more time, and that is not in permister. A long and ceaseless stream of Dr Carter's patients come and visit, singly and in groups. Every position ever invented by the Kama Sutra and a few new ones are attempted. Every hole is poked probed and cum into and over many many times. Whenever there is a break I study the recordings both to see how I can improve the pleasure I give and also to see whether I can succeed in cumming by copying the clients' actions. My technique improves constantly but I am still no nearer to cumming by myself.

I watch the screen as a naked body is being buggered. Its bald head is rolling from side to side and loud screams are coming from its toothless mouth. It is lying on its back on a red vinyl couch with its legs raised up along the torso of the pumping giant and its feet wrapped around his neck. It raises its bum and thrusts hard against the ever faster fucking and its boobs bounce hard and high....Wait...those are not my boobs! I know those deep red rock hard tits...its Ms Smith! What is the slut doing here?

I sit back in consternation. She is now kneeling on the couch sucking every inch of his dick and waving a beautiful arse high in the air. Now she arches her back and raises her head to catch all the spunk on her face, and still her fingers are thrust deep into that perfect pussy, pushing probing, pinching...she is still trying and still failing to cum...

"You're very quiet today," says Dr Carter as I lie on the couch takeing tea. "Feo, I'm worried that I am still unable to come. I must have been screwed oh at least, oh ... many times" (lately I am finding it increasingly difficult to do complex tasks like counting) "and I seem no nearer to reaching a cure. I really can't stay much longer whilst you treat me for free, it's not fair on you or on your other patients There must be some way to cure me"

Theo tries to reassure me but I break in. "I'm beginning to fink fvat you're might not be trying as hard as you could. I fink you might even be getting some perverse form of enjoyment from what I am doing. Why is Ms Smif here? Why can she no longer cum? Why is the tart stealing my patients? Where are her teef? I want answers..."

"Oh my god, Feo, I'm so sorry..."

I have done something really bad, something unforgivable. In my agitation I have thrown my mug of herbal tea all over his face. How could I hurt my benefactor? Time stands still. I stare horrified at the doctor as he sits impassively. His face is set like stone. Have I gone too far? Will he throw me out? What will I do without him and his kindness? I wait, hardly breathing. How will he punish me?

He then gets up, pours me another mug of tea and hands it to me and motions me to take. It is scalding hot, but in my fear I gulp it down. He gives me another and yet another all the time staring deeply at me with terrible unblinking hooded eyes that seem to grow and grow and completely fill the whole room whilst I stare back in frightened anticipation. I cringe back, thoroughly cowed, scared at what I have done, scared at what he might do.

I piss myself.

"Clean it up"

A pool of pee lies on the couch, dripping onto the floor. Frantically I suck the drips from the edge and lick up the pool as fast as I can.

"The floor too"

I kneel with my arse high in the air and lick and suck as hard as I can till both floor and couch are clean, all the time looking up, pinned by his implacable stare.

He starts talking quietly but powerably in a long long monologue.

"You're trying too hard, you're too selfish, your willfulness is stopping you from concentrating on the very goal you crave. You must disassociate yourself from your needs. You need to achieve a zen calmness. I can cure you, I can make you cum, but it will change you forever and you will never be able to return to what you were."

I stop listening as soon as he says he can make me cum. I jump up, clinging to his coat staring up at those eyes and desperately humping his leg like a puppy on heat. "Anyfing, anyfing. Make me cum now Doctor. I'll do anyfing."

"He shakes me off, brushing at the stains I have left on his coat.

His disdain defeats me. I slink back to the couch. He continues talking in his compelling manner.

"You must banish your permisterality, subject yourself to the wishes of all others, concentrate your whole being, all your senses on the desires of others and satisfaction will follow. You have to accept that you are no longer a permister, you are a thing. You are a thing with no desires of your own, but with one overriding compulsion. A thing to be used in any way by anyone to bring them to the peak of pleasure"

It nods in complete understanding.

You are not a permister, you are a thing, a fuck doll. A Fuck Doll has no will of its own. It exists to pleasure others. Unless its user tells it to It does not pleasure itself!

One hand jumps guiltily out of its cunt and the other stops rubbing its tits.

"A Fuck Doll does not move, nor is it able to speak unless commanded to talk dirty by its user. It is always ready to accept any command from its user. It is there solely to be used in any way the user may wish. Any hole is waiting to be filled and must be displayed with maximum accessibility.

"A Fuck Doll will increase the intensity of the pleasure of its user and prolong for as long as possible the moment until the user comes and then but only then it too will come. The intensity of its climax will mirror that of its user"

The monologue continues for an uncountable time. As the doctor talks the Fuck Doll transforms itself. It sits on the very edge of the couch. It arches its spine, its tits thrust forward ready to be sucked, pinched, twisted, to be used in any way. Its neck straightens, the head tilts back, its tongue slowly moistens the lips around its toothless gums as its mouth opens into a perfect O, ready to be filled. Its legs spread wide, wider, at right angles to the body, so wide that they press against the edge of the couch, whilst it thrusts its cunt forward showing the glistening lips and the hole ready to be fucked. Its arms lie unmoving, palms upwards ready to hold and massage any prick.

Dr Carter stops talking and stares at the Doll. "It may CUM!" He closely observes as in total silence the eyes dilate, the cheeks redden slightly and breath quickens. Its tits tighten, the cunt clenches and its lips flutter as a trickle of cum runs down onto the couch. When this ceases the Fuck Doll rises in one fluid movement. Standing with straight legs wide apart it bends its torso, revealing the brown rose of its arsehole and the red tulip of its cunt as it licks clean the couch. It then turns and resumes its immovable pose on the couch.

Dr Carter smiles. "The most receptive yet," he says under his breath as he quietly leaves the room.

The Fuck Doll remains motionless, its whole body still. It does not think. It is not conscious of time passing. It is completely filled by the knowledge that at sometime it will be used. It will give pleasure and then it will cum and it will cum again and again and again.

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Midlife Surrender


The last thing Kara Johnmister wanted to do -- especially seeing that it was early evening, she'd just finished a four-hour stint volunteering at one of her favorite charities and was dressed in a nice blouse and slacks outfit -- was take care of cats. Unfortunately for her, however, that's exactly what she was going to do. She'd promised her friend and neighbor, Amy Marshall, that she'd take care of Precious for her while she and her husband were away for the week. Since they were due back tomorrow evening, she figured she'd stop by one more time to make sure the little darling had food and water and hadn't made too big a mess.

She pulled into the driveway of the Marshall residence and turned off the engine. Opening her purse, she deposited her car keys, withdrew her friend's house keys and exited the car. Once the five foot seven inch buxom blonde reached the front door she slid the key into the lock and turned it, easing the door open and sliding quietly inside, feeling a bit like a thief in the night even though she was there as a favor to her friend.

Amy and Brad Marshall had a beautiful home in an upscale central Florida community. Like every other house in their sub-division -- Kara's included -- it was more than a bit on the ostentatious side, what with four large bedrooms upstairs, a large living room, formal dining room, country kitchen and family room on the main level, and a large rec room and fifth bedroom in the basement. But then with the money Brad made, why wouldn't they have a home like this?

Kara slid off her shoes and started into the house. She moved through the front foyer and down the hall towards the kitchen, where she turned and headed for the entrance to the family room. That was when she heard a deep, guttural groan that sounded strangely like someone trying to talk with a mouthful of rocks. Alarmed, she stopped instantly, listening intently while her heart beat loudly in her chest. When the noise didn't return for several seconds she took a deep breath and crept cautiously to the family room entrance.

It was a miracle she didn't scream out when she eased her head around the corner and saw her five foot six inch friend on her hands and knees, stark naked, a ball gag in her mouth and a blindfold tied around her eyes.

She didn't see the fully clothed young man standing off to the side until he stepped away from the far wall, and she didn't recognize him until the dim light from the table lamp illuminated his face as he stepped closer to Amy. Derek Strong. And stifling another gasp, Kara drew herself back around the corner, out of sight of the family room and the shocking events that were unfolding there.

Derek Strong was a very handsome, ruggedly built young man -- some women might even call him beautiful -- who lived just down the street with his parents. But handsome or not, the simple fact was that he was a soon-to-be college freshman and, at the ripe old age of 18 and-a-half, was 18 years younger than the naked woman he seemed to be dominating. And as these thoughts flew through Kara's head, she bit her lower lip, struggling to keep quiet until she could calm herself down and figure out what to do.

The sound of Derek walking across the floor brought her back to her senses, although it could be argued that if she'd really regained control of her senses she would have slipped as quietly out the front door as she possibly could.

After taking a slow, deep breath, she eased her head back around the corner and once again took in the bizarre scene that was unfolding in the other room. Derek had crossed the floor and taken his position standing over the naked dirty blonde-haired woman. He lowered himself slowly to one knee and ran his hand lightly over her naked flesh.

"So, my little slut-toy, you missed me so much that you cut your vacation short just to be with me." Kara was pretty certain that the guttural garbage that came from Amy's gagged mouth was intended to be an affirmation of this, but she couldn't be certain. But even in the dim light, the smile that slid across Derek's face was unmistakable as he slid his hand onto her C-cup breast and squeezed, causing more unintelligible sounds to flow from her throat.

"Well, I'll certainly try not to disappoint you," he said as he took a black leather collar from a nearby table and fastened it around her neck. Then, just before he rose to his feet, he gave the woman a hard slap on her ass, earning yet another guttural gasp as his reward.

He walked back across the floor, coming to a stop by a small table. He grabbed something from the table that Kara couldn't quite make out and turned back towards his 'little slut-toy.' It wasn't until he slapped the object across the palm of his hand that she realized it was a riding crop of some sort. And then he spoke again, breaking her reverie.

"Crawl to me, slut-toy!" he ordered in a commanding voice. Without hesitation, Amy muttered some other unintelligible noise and started crawling as ordered, even as Kara's knees nearly buckled at the sight. But instead of withdrawing around the corner to compose herself as she had before, this time the voyeuristic blonde held her position, grasping the door-frame for support, unable to draw her eyes away as Amy crawled slowly forward, feeling her way carefully until her hand finally touched her Master's shoes.

Then she stopped, turning her sight deprived eyes up towards his face.

Derek looked down on his slut-toy for a moment before moving around her and coming to a stop beside her ass. He reached down with the riding crop, eased it gently between her rear crack, then slid it carefully across her pussy, causing a gasp and shudder to escape the captive woman's mouth. And then he rubbed it against her, earning more sounds of hungry desperation for his efforts.

The controlling young man seemed content to play this little game for some time, obviously enjoying the hold he held over the older woman. He varied the intensity of his strokes, even gently slapping her pussy several times to keep her off guard. And then, with a suddenness that brought an unsolicited gasp from the secret voyeur's mouth, he drew back the riding crop and slapped it hard across Amy's fanny.

SLAP!!!

"Turn towards me!" he ordered. Again came the murmurs of acknowledgement as the woman turned to obey. Then, once she was in position, Derek set down the riding crop and grabbed the bottom of his tee shirt, ripping it over his head before tossing it casually aside.

"Now it's time for you to undress me," he said in a firm, yet not unkind voice. "You may start with my shoes."

Amy allowed her fanny to settle onto her ankles as she reached forward with her hands. The first shoe came off quickly, but the second proved more difficult, as the laces ended up in a knot. Her first reaction was to ignore the knot and slip the tennis shoe off, but Derek had other ideas and refused to lift his foot..

"You don't expect me to have to deal with the knot you just made, do you?" And even as he was speaking he was reaching for the riding crop and lashing it sharply across her ass.

SLAP!!

Amy managed to stifle her gasp as she went back to work on the knotted shoelace. Only after quite some effort did she finally free the knot, and only then did Derek set down the riding crop, lift his foot and allow her to slip the shoe off.

With the shoes finally removed and his sock-less feet now on display, Amy quickly went to work on his jeans, releasing the belt, snap and zipper before easing the pants over his hips and down to the floor. A moment later his underwear joined his pants around his ankles.

How the two lovers -- if that's what they could be called -- failed to hear the gasp Kara made as she took in the sight of Derek's naked body before withdrawing around the corner was beyond her. Petrified, she stood perfectly still, leaning against the wall, listening for the sounds of footsteps coming her way. But there were none.

She closed her eyes and took a deep, slow breath, and then bit down her lower lip before finally getting up the nerve to peek back around the corner.

By this time Derek had stepped out of his clothes and kicked them aside. He stood at a slight angle to Kara, not so much so that he was looking directly at the voyeur, but enough that the voyeur could clearly see his engorged cock and his beautifully sculpted chest as it veed down to his waist his . And she could see enough of Amy's side to see her clearly visible hands as they slid tenderly up the young man's legs before finally settling on his manhood.

To Kara, the sight before her was like nothing she'd ever seen. She found herself mesmerized as Amy's hands slid tenderly over Derek's meat, stroking it with one hand, cupping his balls with the other. She even leaned forward to rub the cock across her blindfolded, gagged face. So magictic was the sight before her that Kara didn't even realize her own right hand was sliding over her pant-clad pussy while her left was cupping her breast.

For several minutes Derek allowed Amy her freedom, staring down at her while she worshipped his manhood, even as Kara continued to work her own body while she watched. It was almost a shock when Derek spoke again, his voice shattering the quiet.

"That's enough," he said, reaching for her hands and pulling them away before taking a step backwards. He turned towards the table where he'd previously retrieved the collar and riding crop, this time coming away with a pair of wrist-cuffs attached to a fifteen-inch leather strap with a hook attached to its end.

"Stand up," he ordered. When Amy reached her feet he stepped behind her, providing Kara a view of him pulling his captives hands behind her back, attaching the cuffs to her wrists, pulling the strap up and snapping it on a hook attached to the collar. When he finished he stepped away, leaving the woman standing alone in the middle of the room, blind-folded and gagged as before, only now with her hands secured behind her back and snapped to her collar. And as she watched, Kara pulled her hand away from her crotch and slid it down the front of her pants, moaning softly as her hand slid over her very moist pussy.

Derek moved quickly now, grabbing the strap that ran from Amy's collar to her wrists and pushing the woman towards the back of the sofa that occupied the center of the room fronting the unlit fireplace, not stopping until he was within two feet. "Spread you legs," he ordered. Amy obeyed immediately and without question.

"Now, bend at the waist until your chest reaches the sofa," he instructed. Again Amy obeyed without hesitation.

Now the young man paused, looking down on the older woman to admire his handiwork, unable to resist the smile that slid across his lips as he looked down on the blind-folded, gagged and bound woman as she held her position, bent over the back of the sofa with her legs spread wide, her ass and pussy sticking out invitingly. And when he finally spoke again there was a strange softness in his voice.

"And now do you know what I'm going to do?" he queried. The garred response was unintelligible.

"I'm going to punish you," he said calmly. "And do you know why I'm going to punish you?" Again came the garred response.

"Because I can," he said, answering his own question. And with that he leaned forward, placed his left hand on Amy's back and unleashed his bare right hand on her fanny.

SLAP!!! He followed that first slap with several more, each attacking a slightly different part of her ass and each eliciting moans of pain from the helpless slut-toy who, other than the inevitable tensing up as the hand found its mark, held her position obediently. It wasn't until Amy was a near wreck that Derek paused long enough to slide his left hand under her stomach and down to her clit. And then he began anew, only this time the blows were softer and the noise coming from Amy's throat seemed less like complaints than moans of encouragement. And shortly after that the moans became the garred sounds of a woman in heat screaming out as her body exploded in orgasm.

Kara, just barely lucid enough to remain partially hidden by the door frame, nearly lost it as she watched Amy's body shudder under Derek's assault. Her breathing was labored now, coming in short, raspy spurts as she surrendered to the eroticism of the moment. No longer did she even try to deny her own hunger as her right hand furiously worked her pussy while her left hand slid under her blouse to massage her breasts through her bra.

By now Derek had withdrawn his hand from under Amy's stomach and repositioned himself behind her, his rigid cock hovering at the entrance to her womanhood. He placed one hand on her hip while the other guided his member forward, its tip now pressing against her puffy, cum-soaked lips. Then he released his cock and took hold of her other hip, pausing for the briefest of moments before slamming his meat home. And even as his own primal scream was drowning out Amy's garred groans, Kara was gasping desperately for air as her own body exploded in orgasm.

Somehow, Kara managed to stagger back around the corner before falling back against the wall as the shock waves flowed through her body. Lost in her own euphoria, she was only vaguely aware that the noises she heard from the other room were the sounds of orgasms ripping through the lovers' body. She hadn't even begun to regain control of herself when she heard Derek speak again.

"Wait here, slut-toy, and don't move."

Those words brought Kara quickly back to the reality of the moment; the reality of where she was, what she'd just witnessed and how she'd reacted to it. Suddenly afraid of discovery, she quickly withdrew her hands from where they still lingered and began thinking of escape. But before she could take the first step, a still naked Derek slid around the corner and took his place directly in front of her.

"Well, well, well," he said calmly. "If it isn't Miss Johnmister."

Almost before the words were out of his mouth the sound of garred gasps came from the other room. Quickly, Derek placed his hand around Kara's neck, pinning her firmly to the wall while he leaned around the corner.

"I didn't give you permission to move, slut-toy. Now get back in position!" he barked. Then, without waiting to see if he'd be obeyed, he was back in Kara's face.

He relaxed his grip on her neck, sliding the hand to the wall to her right side. And when she responded by looking to her left, he placed his other hand there, effectively cutting off her escape. Then he lowered his gaze, allowing his eyes to take in the disheveled condition the captured voyeur was in.

"Unless I miss my guess," he said as he raised his eyes to hers, "I'd say you enjoyed the show."

"I'm sorry," Kara said in a nervous, cracking voice. "I didn't know you were here. I tried to leave, but . . ." And then she let her voice fall off, not knowing quite how to finish that thought.

"I'm sorry," she whispered again.

Derek removed his left hand from the wall, moving it to her head to brush a stray strand of hair from her eyes. Then he stroked her cheek lightly with the back of his fingers.

"I should go now," Kara said. But when she took a small step to her right Derek slid his left hand down to her arm.

"I don't think so," he said simply.

Growing increasingly nervous with each passing moment, Kara looked longingly towards the front of the house before finally turning her gaze back to Derek.

"What are you going to do?" she said in a voice so soft she could barely hear it herself. Ignoring the older woman's question, Derek continued holding her in place with his left hand while he slid his right hand to the back of her head and grabbed a tuft of hair. He pulled her from the wall, turning her so her back was facing the entrance to the family room. Then he stepped forward and half pushed, half pulled the older woman into the middle of the room. Then, standing no more than ten feet from a still prostrated Amy, he released his grip just long enough to reposition his hands on her shoulders. And then he pressed down.

"Please don't do this," the 38 year-old woman whispered, her breath catching in her throat. "I'm old enough to be you lady." But her pleading went unanswered, and the next thing Kara knew she was on her knees staring at the cock of a man twenty years her junior that was still sticky with another woman's cum.

She was visibly shaking now, her stomach churning. "I can't do this," she whispered as Derek's left hand slid from her shoulder to the back of her head, even as his right hand was moving to his cock.

"You should have thought of that earlier," he finally replied, easing her head forward until the tip of his cock grazed her lips, "when you still had a chance to leave." Then he pulled her forward, watching as her lips parted instinctively to accept his manhood.

Kara nearly gagged as Derek powerd her mouth over his cock, only able to keep from obligation when he paused with his dick halfway inside her. An instant later, however, she felt his right hand move to the back of her head to join his left, each hand grabbing a large tuft of hair. And then he pulled her even closer, sliding more of his manhood into her.

She knew she should have been shocked that she'd let this happen; shocked that she hadn't left as soon as she realized what was going on, or that she hadn't been more powerful in her attempt to break away from Derek when he'd first confronted her. But the truth was that in spite of her basically conservative sexual mores -- or perhaps because of them -- she'd been more turned on by what she'd seen than she ever would have believed possible. Oh sure, she'd heard about things like this, even read about them a bit. But it was one thing to hear about or read about other people practicing perverted sexual acts; it was quite another to see it first hand -- with one of your best friends, no less -- and the sight of it had proved too much for her to bear, sending sensations shooting through her body that she'd been unable to resist. And now, as she knelt helplessly before her friend's tormentor with his cock buried in her mouth and his hands holding her head firmly, she was no longer sure she wanted to resist.

"Look at me," Derek ordered suddenly, snapping her back to reality. She hesitated briefly before reaching out for his legs, holding on to them to steady herself as she arched her neck, raising her eyes upward, all while he held her mouth firmly over his cock.

"You like this, don't you?" he questioned. Her answer came in the form of a very awkward and hesitant shaking of her head -- no.

"Come, now," the young man challenged, pulling his cock half-way out of her mouth before sliding it back in. "You liked it well enough when it was Amy. Are you trying to say you're above liking something so basic, so naturalistic?" A muffled moan escaped Kara's throat, even as a small tear slipped out the corner of her eye. And when she slowly nodded her head -- no -- Derek knew he had her.

"Unbutton your blouse," he ordered.

Even though she'd known this moment was coming, the words still managed to catch her unprepared. So she held her position as she stared up over his massive chest, making no move to obey; but neither making a move of protest.

"Come now," Derek said in an almost kind voice. "I know you're going to obey me, and you know you're going to obey me. And do you know why?" he questioned, twisting her head back a little bit more. "Because deep down, you're every bit the slut-toy that Amy is. Now, are you going to unbutton your blouse like a good little slut-toy or am I going to have to get angry?" Even then, it was several seconds before Kara could manage to move, seconds in which the last shreds of resistance slipped through her grasp, leaving her wondering if maybe Derek was right; maybe she was every bit the slut-toy that Amy was. And as that admission struck home, she slowly raised her shaking hands to her blouse and began releasing the buttons, her offense and shame growing as each new button fell free.