les histoires de chrislebo

Master tugged very hard at the leash attached to the ball spreader that tightly stretched and separated my little balls, making them perfect targets for the riding crop Master had used on them. As he pulled the leash, Master said, "Off the bed and crawl behind us into the bathroom, pig." He turned to Mistress Liz and with a wink said to her,"Come on slut;Your toilet awaits You."
Mistress laughed at that as she rose from the bed, walking into the nearby bathroom with Master while i crawled quickly to keep up. i could not help notice that she walked slightly bowlegged, like a woman who has just received a tremendous fuck. And her hand was all over Master's still hard cock. stroking it even harder, as He tightly wrapped one of His muscular arms around Her waist.
The bathroom had a large jacuzzi style tub. Master pulled sharply on the leash, painfully wrenching my balls, "Get in pig on your back, mouth wide open." i quickly complied hoping to avoid more punishment, but as i crawled in Master cropped me vicious 5 or 6 times on my ass.
When we had put that tub in in, i thought that i would have some sexy baths with my wife that would lead to sex, but she never wanted to do that with me. Now, it looked as if Mistress Liz, as she now was to me, would be getting into the tub with me for a totally different purpose.
"There is Your toilet, slut," Master said with a chuckle, "well, at least its mouth is." She laughed and climbed into the tub straddling my head and then lowering herself until her cunt was only a couple of inches from my mouth. Her cunt was still gaping open, so red it was almost purple, and the smell of it blasted me as i la there. It was pure hot sex--cum and cunt juice and maybe even my spit from licking her clean. Whatever it was it made my clit jump with excitement.
i heard Master close the plug to the tub, then He said, "All right pig I insist that every drop of Mistress Liz's piss get takesen. If any of her pee is missed, there will be punishment."
Mistress was facing my feet and she said contemptuously, "Look at its little clit. it was never that hard in 17 years of marriage; this pervert must love this." Master laughed, "Of course it loves being degraded. You saw how I trained it online. No matter how nasty things got, it begged for more."
He paused and then said, "Oh and I don't think we will be calling it 'he' or 'you'. It has become an object for Us to use and degrade as We please. We will only refer to it as pig or it and that is how it must speak as well." Master slapped my balls hard with the riding crop, "Understood , pig" "Yes Master," i quickly answered. MIstress Liz must have been turned on by this talk, because her pussy juices were starting to flow, and her fingers were fingering her big swollen clit.
"Time to piss, slut," Master chuckled. "I have lots of cums for you left in this," He added shaking His big fully hard cock. "Mmmmm," Mistress moaned gazing with adoration at His godlike cock. Then suddenly she started pissing right into my waiting mouth. i swallowed as fast as i could as the hot salty piss filled my mouth. It burned a little as it went down, but it turned me on even more. i was sure that i might cum without touching my clit, if it were not for the ball stretcher.
Suddenly a searing pain hit the head of my clit making my mouth open even wider as i let out a loud groan. "I said get it all filthy pig," Master shouted. "I will not allow this disrespect of Mistress." As He said this He sharply cropped my nipples and then my balls, making me moan even louder.
Mistress laughed meanly, "I think that helps it keep its mouth nice and wide as I use it." My mouth was gaping wide and i was swallowing as if my balls depended on it, which they might given Master's obvious anger.
Mistress Liz's piss slowed and then stopped.
Without any prompting from Master she barked, "Clean me, with the tongue, pig." i gently began to lick her cunt, cunt lips and clit to get any piss droplets. She moaned slightly as i orally served her and i tasted more cunt juice than piss as i did this.
"Asshole too," Master ordered, jerking on the leash. i quickly moved my tongue to Mistress's asshole, cleaning it and tasting her hot sweaty taste. Finally she said, "Stop pig," getting up with shaky legs. oh god it feels good when its tongue is in my asshole." Master laughed, "oh don't worry it will be spending a lot of time with its tongue in both of Our assholes before We are done with it."
Pulling on the leash, Master said, "On knees pig." i quickly scramred to my knees on the cold wet tub as Master stepped in it. He positioned Himself with His swollen cock an inch or two from my face. i knew enough by now to have my mouth wide open and waiting for Him.
Master handed the leash and riding crop to Mistress saying, "it will never be able to swallow all my piss, though it will learn in time, I assure you. But just in case it does not show enough enthusiasm, use the crop on it." Mistress giggled as She took the riding crop and leash chain.
Master's cock was again fully hard, thick and almost ten inches long , its fat thick head engorged with red. He stroked His big cock an inch from my waiting mouth obviously enjoying the offense. Then a huge jet of scalding acrid yellow piss spurted out of that monster cock.
i desperately tried to swallow but my mouth was filled in an instant. i felt two hard lashes on my balls from Mistress Liz, almost causing me to completely double over. But if i did that the punishment would be horrific, so i gave a gurgling moan and continued to swallow as much as of Master's burning hot piss as i could.
He changed His name aiming the jet at my face and then down my body until He was pissing directly on my hard little clit. i probably would have cum at that if not for the deep aching in my balls. Master laughed to Mistress, "See, its clit and pig balls are only good as a urinal for my piss."
She laughed even more loudly, "the pig's balls don't even deserve that Master Tony."
When He finally stopped the bottom of the tub was almost full with a mix of His and Mistress Liz's piss. He stepped out of the tub and then said, "Let's see the pig wallow in the mess. Pig roll around in the piss for us." i burned with shame as i lowered my body into the tub and then began rolling around in the wet stench of their combined piss.
Both of Them were laughing and Mistress said scornfully, "it really is a filthy natural isn't it. How I wasted my life on it I will never know." Her words cut more deeply than the riding crop, but at that moment i also thought they were true.
Mistress added," Well i guess it has earned the name toilet pig now Master Tony." Not yet," He said evilly, "it is definitely a piss pig but as it will definitely learn it takes so much more to earn the title of toilet pig" He laughed again with the strangest malevolent tone, and i shivered at His words.

After a few moments of making me wallow in the mixed piss of Master and Mistress, Master yanked again on the leash, jerking my balls hard. "Now pig, start licking up every drop of the piss You spilled," He commanded. Mistress laughed at that, "Oh my god, that is so nasty." Master said, "It is its place as our piss pig to make sure it is all consumed."
i got on my knees, ass in the air as i bent my head to start licking up Their combined piss. There was a lot of it but i knew that if i did not comply, i would be punished severely by Master Tony. i started licking it up tasting again the salty and acrid taste of Their urine.
Crack! A hard stinging slash from the riding crop hit my ass, pushing me forward and speeding up my cleaning the piss from the tub. "Hurry up pig," Master barked, We have things to do. And let me hear it when takeing our piss."
i began takeing and licking faster, slurping loudly as i did. Both Master Tony and Mistress Liz were laughing at my sounds. Master Tony snapped the crop against my ass time and time again, "That is for spilling any of our precious piss, pig,' He said. "Whip it harder Master," said Mistress, urging Him on.
The next one was angled to hit my asshole and balls and made me shriek in pain. i was now furiously licking up the mess in the tub, hoping to finish and stop the beating. my mouth tasted like the inside of a sewer but i did not hesitate as my punishment continued.
Finally, after my stomach was filled with Their combined piss, the bottom of the tub was clean. Master must have cropped my ass at least twenty times, very hard and i could feel it was welted and terribly sore.
Master yanked me upright by the leash attached to my balls. "Next time pig, get it all the first time and there will be no need for punishment," He said, "but miss oany of our piss and I will use a cane on that sorry pig ass, and it will make the crop feel like a love tap." i believed Him, but didn't know how i would ever be able to keep up with the massive spray of piss that He produced from His big cock.
"God it stinks," said Mistress with disgust. She was right; even i could smell my self, like an uncleaned urinal at a truck stop. "Of course it does; it's a pig," laughed Master, "But we are going to keep using it today. I intend to break it today; to reduce it to the object that it is, and the more disgusting and degraded it is, the faster it will be broken." Master laughed again, " So i am afraid slut that we both will have to put up with the smell fo this disgusting thing. Don't worry though, I have the most interesting things planned for it and for Us. Now this cock of Mine needs some attention slut, so let's get back with the pig into the bedroom."

Master jerked the leash attached to my ball spreader to get me out of the tub and following Them back to the bedroom. i felt like a total stinking pig after being used to take Their piss and wallow in it. But much more was yet to come.
Back in the bedroom Master ordered me to kneel on all fours within a few inches of Him. His big hard cock stood straight up, curving back towards His body it was so hard. Looking at me, He said nastily,"Now pig, watch how the slut who used to be Your wife sucks my cock." Turning towards Mistress Liz He commanded, "On Your knees , slut, and suck My big cock as hard as You can get it."
i knew Master was in for a disappointment. Mistress Liz did not like sucking cock and had little experience in it. She had told me that she hated it almost ten years ago when she announced one day out of the blue that she no longer was going to suck mine. When i asked her why, she simply responded that she did not like it or the taste of cock. i wondered what Master Tony would do when she refused to suck Him as He had just ordered.
But i was astonished as Mistress Liz meekly said, "Yes Master," and fell to her knees in front of Him. Without any further orders she began wetly licking His enormous cock, working her tongue from its base to its head. When she got to the swollen bulbous head of that huge cock she began licking wetly around His pisshole which was leaking pre-cum. "MMMMM Master," she moaned, "Your cock tastes soooo good."
Master Tony looked at me with a look of total superiority. Not only had He fucked my wife, He had her now, cock hungry and wantonly licking and sucking His big cock like a street corner whore. And she was loving every minute. As she sucked and stroked His slick wet cock with one hand, she was playing with her hard clit with another, shuddering with little orgasms every few seconds.
"Get on back pig and have mouth open," Master sharply ordered. i quickly scramred to obey, positioning my head close to Master's feet. "Climb on its face slut and let it pleasure You while you suck my cock, He commanded. Without a word and without stopping her cocksucking of Master, Mistress Liz climbed onto my face, planting her juicy wet cunt directly onto my open mouth.
i immediately began licking and sucking her pussy, working my tongue the length of her slit and then swirling it in tight little circles around her big swollen clit. She shuddered as if a jolt of electricity had gone through her. Mistress began grinding her cunt and clit hard against my lips and tongue. i could taste her cunt juice mixed still with the strong taste of Master's superior cum from Their earlier fucking. As she ground her hips and then rocked back and forth, i recognized the signs that she was close to cumming hard. Above me i could hear her loud slurping mixed with gagging sounds as she sucked Master's cock.
"oh god, Master," she breathed, "May I cum now?" "Not yet slut," He responded in a voice heavy with lust. "I want to see at least six inches of cock down Your throat before You may cum on the pig's filthy tongue."
"Yes Master," she moaned as i continued to suck and lick her clit.
i heard more gagging sounds as Mistress Liz pushed her mouth further down Master's big cock. i had sucked it earlier and knew that it was impossible to get His rock hard ten inches all the way down my mouth. Mistress Liz was trying hard however because i could feel her body move as Master fucked her mouth. The gagging sounds increased and i felt big gobs of ropy thick spit hit my chest as she deep throated Master.
i kept licking and sucking her cunt and clit, trying to bring her pleasure as Master fucked her mouth. Twice more she asked if she could cum and both times the answer was a firm no. The second time her ass was swatted by Master's big hand.
Even though she was not having the big shattering orgasm she sought, i knew from the little squirts of her juice into my mouth that she was cumming almost continually with small orgasms. Her body movement and gagging sounds increased as Master fucked her mouth harder. "Good slut," He said in a voice thick with lust, "You have gotten almost eight inches in Your mouth. Now i am close to cumming, and i want you to swallo some of my cum and hold the rest in your mouth until i tell you how to dispose of it. And you can cum when i do."
i started to furiously work and suck her hard clit, getting her as close as i could to cumming. Above me she was doing the same thing to Master's cock, trying to suck the cum out of it. How He had not already cum after what must have been more than twenty minutes of hard cocksucking, i did not understand. But i was a limp dicked cuckold pig; how could i understand a Real man like Master.
Suddenly i heard Him shout, "I am cumming bitch. Suck it hard" At the same time i glued my mouth to Mistress Liz's clit and pisshole and licked them hard with my tongue, flicking my head back and forth almost like a vibrator. i heard her muffled scream around Master's spurting cock, and my mouth was flooded by her cum juice jetting out of her pisshole.
She always squirted when she came hard, but this was like a fountain of her cum. i eagerly slurped it down not missing a drop as she ground her hips hard prolonging the orgasm.
Finally she stopped and pulled her super sensitive clit away from my mouth and tongue. "Get off of its face slut," Master said gently. As she did so, i looked up and saw Master's cock still more than half hard, gleaning with Mistress's Liz's spit. SHe had her mouth closed , but it seemed that it was full of something.
Master looked down at me and said with complete contempt, "Your Mistress is a magnificient cocksucker, contrary to the lies I heard online. She didn't suck the pig's cock because it did not deserve it. But she sucked mine and swallowed lots of My superior cum, pig." Master laughed, "But don't worry pig, there is plenty of my cum left in Mistress's mouth for the filthy cumpig to consume."
"Pig," He ordered, "Open that cumdump mouth wide and swallow every drop that is given." i quickly did as Master ordered. Then to Mistress Liz He said in a much gentler voice, "Slut, get YOur mouth a few inches from the cumdump's hole and drool My cum into its cumdump mouth."
Mistress Liz nodded, placing her lips a few inches from my wide open mouth. i could smell the strong smell of Master's cock and cum on her mouth even before she opened it. "Now, slut, feed the cumdump pig with My hot cum and Your spit."
As Master said that Mistress Liz let a long stream of cum and spit drool into my waiting mouth. It was totally degrading to be a waste receptacle for the Two of Them and yet my little clit was hard and twitching as swallowed noisily to keep up with the thick mixture of cum and spit that was being drooled by Mistress Liz into my mouth.
Finally after what seemed like a quart of cum she stopped, and then without any further command drew back and spit a big glob of cum and spit into my face. Master laughed at that and reached out to pat her head. "Good slut," He said, "You are realizing that You are the pig's Mistress and that it is nothing but a degraded cumdump for Us to use." Master paused and then said, "Climb up into bed with me slut and let's rest a bit. In a little while, We can start to have more fun and pleasure." "Mmmm, yes Master, " she said climbing into the bed with Him. i remained on my back, my mouth full of the taste of Master's cum and Mistress's spit, wondering what would come next.
i lay on the floor, thinking about how i had gone from a married man with some perverted fantasies to a total cumpig cuckold slave whose wife now belonged to another man, a Real Man, all in the space of two or three hours. i could smell myself, reaking of piss and cum and cunt juice; i really was a pig, as maser Tony had called me.
Master Tony and Mistress Liz were quietly dozing on the bed, and as i thought about my current state, i must have dozed off as well because the next thing i felt was the nauseating sting of a riding crop to my balls.
"Wake up, pig," Master ordered, "Time to serve me and your Mistress."
i quickly scramred to my knees as Master leaned back on the bed, His big flaccid cock was a good six inches. Mistress Liz leaned into Him and They began to passionately kiss, tTheir tongues visibly dueling each other as Mistress's big nipples stood up hard.
"On the bed between My legs, pig," Master commanded, "and suck Me hard for Mistress." i scramred up onto the bed and then, on my belly crawled up to Master's cock.
it was sticky and smeared with dried cum. it was so big even when soft and master's balls also were big, like a prize Bull. Knowing i would be punished if i did not do as Master had instructed, i crawled up and began licking and sucking the head of Master's cock. He groaned slightly as His kissing with Mistress became even more passionate.
"Suck more and suck harder, pig. Be a little cockwhore pig for Master," He commanded. i took more of His thick rapidly hardening cock in my mouth, sucking it hard and using my tongue to probe and lick the pisshole of His cock.
"Suck more pig or You wil be punished," He almost shouted. i took into my mouth as much as i could of His now hard cock, slurping and sucking it. As i powerd myself further down His long thick shaft i gagged. breathing deeply i tried to get past the gag point but could not. So i was able to get almost 8 inches of that giant cock down my throat but not all of It and that seemed to enrage Master.
"You are a lousy cocksucker , pig," He growled, "and that will change. I am going to send You for training, and when the Master's I know are done, pig will suck everything that is put in its mouth without hesitation."
i did not like the way that sounded so i tried again to deep throat all of His cock, but it was just too big. strands of thick drool ran ouut of my mouth and nose as i sucked Him. At least His big cock was good and hard.
While i had been doing that, he had been fingering Mistress Liz and fondling Her tits and nipples. She was wide open and wet again, begging master for a fuck.
"enough, worthless piece of pig cuckolds brownie," He barked, "definitely training is required, but now I am going to fuck Mistress. I want pig behind Me and licking my asshole while I fuck her."
i scramred to position myself in order to avoid punishment. Master was poised to begin fucking mistress, but he said, "Get that pig tongue up My asshole, and keep it there until I tell the pig to stop." i pushed my face between Master's strong ass cheeks. His asshole was sweaaty and smelly, as He had come over to our house after a long day of work. i could taste the sweat and stink and a slight taste of cuckolds brownie as i wetly pushed my tongue up His asshole as far as i could.
"Keep it that way pig," He said, and then slowly thrust forward, sinking His ten inch cock into Mistress Liz's eager wet pussy. i followed forward, keeping my tongue in Master's asshole as He slowly fucked Mistress Liz. Within minutes she was squealing with pleasure and Master began to fuck her even more deeply and faster. it was hard to stay in position as He finally got all ten inches buried in her cunt and began pounding her. i slipped several times, and each time Master growled, "Get that fucking pig tongue in my asshole, pig."
Master must have fucked her this way for at least twenty minutes, and she must have cum twenty times from the noises she was making. Master showed no sign of tiring or even cumming. he seemed an inexhaustible stud, who could fuck forever with that big superior cock of His. Finally, He slowed and ordered, "On back, pig. I am going to fuck her doggy style and while I do, that pig mouth and tongue will lick My cock and balls and Mistress Liz's cunt."

i quickly crawled onto my back while Mistress Liz positioned Her gaping dripping wet cunt low over my face. It dripped the mixed cum and juices of Her and master Tony. my mouth was wide open as ordered, and i swallowed every drop that oozed out of the well fucked cunt that belonged to the woman who had been my wife until three hours ago.
Master Tony, my owner, positioned Himself behind Mistress Liz, His giant cock rock hard and throbbing from the fucking He had been giving her. "I am going to fuck Mistress Liz hard and doggy style now, pig. it must lick Her cunt and clit and suck My balls and cock as I fuck Her. Do not slow up or hesitate or Mistress Liz will slap those pig balls as hard as She can, won't You slut."
"oh yes, Master Tony," She breathed, and i knew that She would hurt me badly if i did not do a perfect job.
i immediately began licking her clit and cunt lips and then sucking and licking Master's huge balls and rock hard 10 inch cock. He had positioned the swollen purple head just at the gaping opening of her cunt. Without another word He slowly eased His throbbing cockhead into Her cunt stretching it obscenely wide as i furiously licked at her clit, then worked my tongue along Master's shaft and balls.
Mistress Liz screamed as if she were out of her mind with lust as Master Tony pushed another five or six inches of His huge cock into her soaking cunt. i kept licking Her clit and working on His cock and balls with my wet tongue. Her cunt lips clung tightly like a glove to the shaft of Master's red hot meat. Suddenly Mistress Liz screamed even louder, and my mouth filled with jets of her squirting cum. i sealed my mouth over Her pisshole and clit licking sucking and takeing down every drop of Her cum.
As i did so, master Tony thrust forward hard, completely filling Her pussy with His big cock which was sunk balls deep. i could hardly believe that She could take that giant cock or cum anymore, but as He thrust into Her eager cunt, she screamed again and squirted even more woman cum into my mouth. i fetishd slightly there was so much and Master shouted. "Slap the pig's balls hard, slut."
i felt an agonizing pain shoot through my body as Mistress slapped my leather encased balls three times hard. My mouth opened wide as i moaned in agony. As my mouth opened, Master swiftly pulled out and shoved at least 8 inches of cock down my throat. "Suck it clean cocksucking pig, " He shouted, "and don't gag or fetish or Your balls will be beaten off."
i believed Him and so furiously breathed deeply in as i sucked and lickced His huge cock clean of my wife, i mean my Mistress's cunt juices. After plunging His cock in my mouth, He went back to dog fucking Mistress, filling Her gaping hole with His big cock. The process seemed to go on forever. i would lick and suck Both of Them until Mistress came with a screaming squirting orgasm, and then master would plunge His big cock down my throat to clean Him off.
By now, my mouth smelled and tasted like the floor of a porn booth in a dirty book store--all cum and piss and nasty juices. my little balls ached because every so often Master ordered Mistress to hit them, sometimes for no reamister. i think if She had not i would have cum just from the degrading use i was being put to. As nasty as it was, it was also sexually the hottest thing i had ever experienced. my "clit" was as hard as it had ever been and my head was so deeply into subspace, i would have eagerly done anything this Dominant Real man ordered, even without the threat of punishment.
Finally Master's pounding cock speeded up, jackhammering Mistress Liz's married cunt while i sucked and licked Her and Master. "Suck my balls pig NOW," Master shouted and then He plunged as deep as He could roaring with His own hard orgasm as i felt His big balls pulse out a huge cumload into Mistress Liz's cunt. They seemed to pulse and He roared for minutes. His hot white seed spilled out of Her cunt and into my mouth as i eagerly and loudly slurped it down.
"Oh fuck, that was good," Master said in His deep voice as Mistress Liz kept pushing back onto His still hard cock. He playfully slapped Her ass. "Now cleanup time for the cumpig," He laughed. mistress laughed to. "Let's see if it can take a gallon of cum, because that is what I think is in my cunt right now," She laughed. "Oh it had better take every drop, or its balls will be gone," He said menacingly.
Master positioned Himself and Mistress Liz so that Her cunt , still stuffed with Master Tony's cock was inches above pig's open mouth. i knew that i had better do a perfect job cleaning my Mistress's cunt or i would be whipped hard.
Her cunt was swollen and distend, her cunt lips purple with her arousal and her clit was huge. Master slowly pulled His massive cock out of my former wife's well fucked pussy. As He dis so, the thick white gobs of His superior cum flowed out into my waiting mouth. I slurped and sucked licking His cock shaft as well, as i ate His cum out of her cunt.
i could keep up until He pulled all the way out. Suddenly my mouth was flooded with a huge gush of thick Master cum. i swallowed as quickly as i could, but could not help myself. it was so much that i fetishd and gagged.
Instantly, Master Tony whipped the riding crop down hard on the pisshole of my hard little "clit". the pain was agonizing as He continued to whip my clit and then four hard swats to my swollen balls.
Mistress pushed Her gaping cunt onto my now wide open mouth as i cried out in agony. Master Tony laughed, "That gets the pig's mouth open doesn't it."
Mistress laughed as well, " oh yeah. its mouth is glued to my pussy. Now,I'm going to push out every bit of Your cum Master into that sewer of a mouth." As She said this, i could feel Her cunt lips push out and more cum gushed from deep inside of Her, from places where my little clit had never been near. i kept gulping knowing that if i hesitated or gagged, i would be punished worse than i already had been.
As She pushed out her cunt made loud farting noises and i could feel the bubbles of cum against my straining lips. Finally, She emptied Her pussy and said in a harsh voice, "Now lick me clean, cunt and asshole both, pig."
i immediately started lickjng the glaze of master's cum and Mistress's squirting from Her swollen pussy. She pushed forward and sat directly on my face so i could not breathe. Her sweaty smelly asshole was directly on my lips and i heard the woman who had been my wife until four hours ago say, "Get that pig tongue inn my cuckolds browniehole NOW."
As She said this She slapped my clit hard. i curled my tongue and pushed it deeply into Her asshole, tasting the sweat and faint taste of cuckolds brownie as i eagerly cleaned her.
"Fuck yes," She groaned, frigging Her clit. "Eat up that nasty asshole, pig" Master Tony roared with laughter as She said this. Suddenly She stiffened and as i breathlessly continued to tongue fuck Her asshole, She squealed with yet another orgasm.
She rolled off of me just as i thought i would black out for lack of breath. Master Tony laughingly said, "I think I have created a monster." Mistress giggled back, "Oh this is so fucking hot. And how i ever wasted my life on a worthless pig is beyond me." Master laughed back, "You understand now that this thing is just an object for us. There is nothing of a Man about it. let me show You."
Master Tony replaced Mistress over my mouth. "Now cuckolds brownie pig, You are going to lick my asshole totally clean and get Your tongue all the way up there. All i want to feel is wet pig tongue." He sat down on my mouth and, of course, i immediately wetly licked and tongue fucked His sweaty asshole. It tasted much more strongly of cuckolds brownie than had Mistress, but i took deep breaths, making sure not to gag. i was surely being conditioned by the agonizing whipping of my balls to obey, no matter how debased the command.
"oh My god," i heard my former wife snicker, "No real Man would eat out the asshole of another. it really is just a pig to be used." Master Tony laughed back, "Oh and We have so many other filthy depraved ways to use and debase it for ourselves> Those words cut and humilaited me to the core. And yet my little clit twitched, wondering what was next.

It had gotten late and Master Tony suggested to Mistress Liz that They go to bed. "But first," he sneered, "Our little pisspig needs to be able to serve Us tonight." Master Tony went into the bathroom and returned with a thick towel.
He ordered me to lay on my back, saying, "If I or Mistress have need of a toilet tonight, this toilet pig will open wide and take every drop. If it fails to do a perfect job, it gets caned tomorrow."
Master turned to Mistress Liz, "If you need it tonight just pull hard on its cock leash and it will eagerly take Your piss--or else," He said with an evil tone in his voice. She giggled, "Oh I am sure I will need to use it; and it is so much warmer that the cold toilet seat.
They turned out the lights and i could clearly hear them giggling and Liz telling Tony how she adored His body and His magnificent cock. She said that i should be made to worship it at all times. He laughed and said,"I have a wonderful slave greeting ritual which I will teach it tomorrow. You will find it most assuming."
After awhile They fell arelax as did i on the floor. Once about 3 AM i felt a sharp tug on my cockleash. i hurriedly moved my towel and head into position as Liz climbed on my face and open mouth. "i have a big piss, toilet," she whispered. "And i want to feel that pig tongue on my clit too."
i immediately started licking her still swollen clit as she moaned quietly. i felt her cunt muscles contract and then She pushed her cunt outwards so Her pisshole was directly above my open mouth.
Without any warning she started to piss hard into my mouth.i gulped furiously, trying to open my throat to the rank acrid taste of an early morning piss. Try as i might, a few drops spilled on the towel. i knew i would be in for trouble in the morning.
When she finally finished peeing she said,"Clean me and get me off pig."
I eagerly licked the droplets of piss around her cunt and then worked her asshole while she moaned and fingered herself. "Tongue fuck my asshole pig," she groaned as She frigged Her swollen clit. i pushed my tongue into her asshole and could taste a much stronger taste of cuckolds brownie. As i did this she exploded with a hard cum gasping loudly.
"By the way pig" she said, "I know you dropped a few drops. There will be punished for that." Laughing she went back to bed and was soon arelax, while i lay there terrified of what the morning would bring.
i was snatched out of relax by a hard jerk on my cockleash. "Get up pig NOW," barked Master Tony, "I have to piss."
"So do I ," giggled Mistress Liz. "Oh and Tony, it spilled some of my piss during the night when i used its toilet mouth." "What," Master Tony roared, and with no warning slapped my face hard. "Fucking worthless pig," He shouted. "I told it what would happen and it will. it is in for a caning this mmorning but first it gets used as a toilet."
He bent down to a large duff l bag He had brought the day before and got out a nasty four foot rattan cane. Snapping it through the air , He jerked me on my knees roughly by the cock leash down the hallway. Mistress Liz followed, laughiing scornfully at the sight.
When we all got into the bathroom, He asked Mistresss Liz, "Can I go first Babe. I really need to piss." "Of course ," she said. "Anyway I have to do both when You are done."
"You mean you have to cuckolds brownie too," asked Master Tony. "Yes," she replied, "and a lot too>"
Master Tony roared with laughter. "Oh this is perfect, the piss pig is going to start learning to be a FULL toilet slave," He said with an evil laugh. Liz looked at Him; His tall muscled body, His big thick veined half hard cock and then she laughed a little too, "You mean...." She stopped as if She did not know how to finish. "Yes," Master said, "I mean it is going to learn to lick and eat cuckolds brownie, starting this morning."
my stomach did flip flops as i heard this, but my little dicklette started to harden, even in bondage. i had searched out porn where Dominant men and women used slaves as a full toilet. Master Tony laughed again and said to Mistress Liz, 'Look at its little clit. its getting a bit hard; it loves the thought of serving us that way." He flicked the cane over the head of my clit; it was agonizing. "That is it pig. Get hard so I can cane that pathetic clit."
He ordered me on my knees in the tub and then He got in. Open up piss pig," He barked. i quickly opened my mouth only inches from His big half hard cock. i could smell the cum and sweat and pussy juice from His fucking last night of my wife, or at least the woman who had been my wife until Master Tony entered our life. "Drink it pig," He ordered and then began to piss a hard giant stream of stinking piss directly into my mouth.
i opened my throat, trying to take it all, but inevitably some fell into the tub. When He finally finished the bottom of the tub was halfcovered in Master's piss. "Suck My cock clean You worthless piece of cuckolds brownie, "He ordered.
i quickly sucked the head of His cock in my mouth and began sucking and licking it. Without warning He flicked my balls with the cane. i almost gagged with pain as i sucked even harder, feeling His huge cock start to get fully hard in my mouth.
"Enough," He said and ordered me onto my back in the tub. i lay in His hot piss as He turned to Mistress Liz. "It is all Yours for whatever You have to do--piss, cuckolds brownie or both." "Really Tony," she asked hesitantly. "Yes," He confirmed. "It has to learn sometime and in exchange i won't cane it today, though i really should."
He instructed Mistress Liz to squat right oveer m wide open mouth and then told Her to piss in my mouth and cuckolds brownie on my chin and chest> "That is for the first time. it will get used to Your cuckolds brownie, or my cuckolds brownie, and then its mouth willl be used as a FULL toilet."
Mistress Liz did as instructed and began to piss into my eager mouth. i was able to keep up with her this morning, spilling none. Without warning she scooted slightly back and let two medium sized hard turds drop on my chin and roll on my chest. The smell of Her cuckolds brownie was strong in my nose and i felt totally humiliated and degraded. Master Tony then instructed Her, "Move up and lower that dirty asshole right on its face. ANd pig I want to hear wet sucking noises as You clean the cuckolds brownie off of Mistress's asshole. Understand?"
Y,y,yess Master," i whispered.
Mistress Liz lowered Her cuckolds browniety asshole onto my mouth and in a stern voice said, "Lick it pig get all my cuckolds brownie off of there and make it clean."
Without hesitation, because i knew the consequences, i started to lick the dark nasty taste of cuckolds brownie from Her asshole. i used lots of spit and slurped and licked as Master Tony ordered. As i did that, He laughed loudly and said to Mistress Liz, "Oh We definitely have a real cuckolds brownie pig to be trained here."
i kept licking Mistress's cuckolds browniety asshole getting it completely clean. it tasted horrible, but my little clit was hard as it gets as i was degraded. Master Tony flicked the tip of my clit with the cane, "See," He laughed, 'the little cuckolds brownieeater loves the taste of Your cuckolds brownie Liz. Look at its clit.."
Mistress Liz laughed too, "That is harder than that pathetic thing has been in years."
Taking the cane, Master flicked the two pieces of Mistress Liz's cuckolds brownie into the piss covered tub. "On knees pig," He ordered sternly. Then came the dreaded order,"Lick Mistress Liz's cuckolds brownie or I will whip Your balls off."
i was scared because i knew Master meant it. i quickly began noisily licking and slurping Mistress's cuckolds brownie. Both she and Master laughed uproariously as i tasted the foul taste of Her cuckolds brownie in my mouth.
"I can't believe it Tony," Mistress Liz said. "What kind of gimp actually licks and sucks cuckolds brownie?"
Master Tony laughed and said, "A cuckolds brownie eating pig; this pig. Now pig, eat Mistress's cuckolds brownie. But beg her for the privilege first." As He said that He hacked down hard with the cane on my naked ass; the pain was excruciating and i immediately said in a compeltely abject voice, "Please Mistress Liz i beg You, please let me eat Your cuckolds brownie."
Mistress Liz was giggling as She said, "Well, since the pig asked so nicely I suppose I will let it eat."
Master Tony hit me VERY hard on the ass and then the balls with the cane, "And eat it all; no puking or I will cane those balls until they fall off."
i was terrified; i knew Master meant it, so i quickly took one piece of cuckolds brownie in myy mouth and swallowed the foul tasting turd.
WHACK! Master aimed the blow so it caught my clit and balls and i doured over, ready to puke from the pain.
"Chew it pig; I want a cuckolds brownie eating pig not a cuckolds brownie swallowing pig."
i quickly sucked the other piece into my mouth and began to chew; the foul taste of cuckolds brownie was even worse and i could suppress the gag and the need to vomit only by sheer willpower, knowing that any such conduct would end with me a eunuch.
"EEEWWWWW<" Mistress Liz said with a laugh in Her voice. "It is a cuckolds brownie eating pig. God Tony what won't it do?"
Master Tony laughed evilly, "It will do everything We tell it and there are so many worse things to come. I have a friend with a very well trained Lab, and I think we need to display this cuckolds brownieeating pig to Him and to some Other very depraved friends. You won't believe what WE will have this toilet pig, I mean FULL toilet pig doing Liz."
As i chewed Mistress's cuckolds brownie and swallowed, i knew so much worse was going to come. Yet my clit stayed hard as i contemplated that thought.

Devenu le jouet de ma femme de ménage


J'avais 42 ans, séparé depuis plus d'un an, je vivais seul dans un village du Lubéron où j'avais emménagé il y avait déjà 4 ans.
Peu passionné des tâches ménagères, j'avais une femme de ménage qui venait 3 h par semaine. La cinquantaine passée, plutôt forte et à dire vrai pas tellement attirante, genre paysanne du coin ! Etant souvent absent, je lui avais laissé la clef de chez moi.
J'ai toujours été hétéro mais un vieux fantasme de sucer la bite d'un homme, m'avait amené un jour à acheter sur Internet un gode assez évocateur livré avec une ventouse de fixation murale, ainsi qu'une ceinture permettant à une tierce permisterne de le porter à la taille.
Venant de le recevoir, un après-midi, je le fixe contre une porte de placard de ma chambre, et à genoux, les yeux fermés, je commence à sucer cette bite. Une excitation plutôt forte me fit bander et baissant mon pantalon et slip, je commençais à me masturber tout en continuant la fellation.
Dans mon émotion, je n'ai pas entendu la femme de ménage dont j'avais oublié la venue cet après-midi !
Elle ouvre la porte de ma chambre, et me découvre ainsi dans la position à genoux en train de sucer cette bite !
La honte était à mister comble et je ne savais pas quoi dire pour justifier cette situation.
Quoique très étonnée, elle resta debout à me regarder et me dit : continuez, je ne veux pas vous déranger !
Je tentais de cacher ma nudité partielle en me tournant, et elle insista ironique : Je comprends, vous êtes seul depuis déjà un bon moment, je crois ? Continuez que je voie comment vous faites une pipe !
Je lui dis : Sortez de ma chambre tout de suite !
Elle toujours ironique me répond : Ça, monsieur sait toujours donner des ordres ! Depuis 2 ans que je viens chez vous, vous êtes toujours à critiquer mon travail et à me rabaisser en permanence, jusqu'à même écrire dernièrement à mon employeur que vous n'étiez pas vraiment satisfait et que s'il avait quelqu'un d'autre à vous proposer vous étiez intéressé, pas vrai ?
-Alors maintenant que je peux me venger de votre attitude, je ne vais pas m'en priver !
-Qu'est-ce que ça veut dire tout ça ? lui dis-je.
-Hum, ça veut dire que si vous ne voulez pas que je rapporte que je vous ai vu faire une pipe à un gode, il va falloir m'obéir ! et satisfaire mes caprices....avec tous les gens que je connais dans le village, je ne vous dis pas la honte que vous auriez sous peu si je racontais ce que je viens de voir!
-C'est dégueulasse !
-Pas plus que votre attitude à mon égard depuis des mois !
- Je vous promets de veiller à être plus conciliant.
Trop tard ! Allez à genoux et reprend cette pipe, en continuant à te branlez comme tu faisais... ça ne t'ennuie pas que je te tutoie maintenant ! on est intime, pas vrai ?
Mais toi, tu continue le vouvoiement, c'est clair ?
-Réponds !
-Oui madame Coquet !
-Allez, suce-la cette bite, je sens que ça va m'exciter petit cachottier !
Je me sentais ridicule et honteux, mais je me suis mis à reprendre ce que je faisais.
- Et branle-toi ! ou tu préfères que je le fasse ?
- non, non ! c'est bon ! je me branle tout seul
- voila, comme ça, c'est bien, oui continue, elle est bonne cette grosse bite ? dit-le qu'elle est bonne !
- Oui, elle est bonne cette bite, madame Coquet.
Elle est venue s'asseoir sur le lit derrière moi.
-Continue, tu m'excites petit PD ! Je vais me caresser entre les jambes ! Allez continue à te branler, j'aimerai bien te voir décharger sur le parquet, d'habitude c'est moi qui nettoie, mais là tu vas le faire avec ta langue !
-C'est lamentable ce que vous faites !
-Mais non, tu dois aimer ça le sperme !
Et évidemment, je me suis mis à jouir, et plusieurs giclées de sperme mistert venues tomber devant moi.
- Baisse-toi et lèche tout ce sperme, et qu'il n'en reste pas une trace !
Ecœuré, j'ai tout léché et avalé mon sperme ; Je me suis retourné et je l'ai vue, jupe retroussée, qui se caressait la chatte.
-Viens par là, tu vas me lécher aussi !
-Non, pas ça ! s'il vous plait madame Coquet !
-Si, si, tu vas me bouffer la chatte !
Elle s'est étendue, cuisses écartées et je voyais sa grosse chatte, poilue et mouillée, j'en étais écœuré d'avance, mais je me suis approché et en fermant les yeux, j'ai commencé à la lécher.
-Enfonce bien ta langue ! voila, comme ça, dit-moi qu'elle est bonne ma chatte, tu vas me faire jouir petit salaud !
-Et lèche-moi aussi le trou de cul ! sur ce, elle leva ses jambes et j'ai dû m'humilier un peu plus à la lécher entre ses grosses fesses.
-N'oublie pas ma chatte ! va de l'un à l'autre... oui comme ça, elle est bonne ta bouche... oui, oui, oui...ah, je jouis, tu me fais jouir petit PD, oui, oui, oui.... allez continue à lécher que je sois tout propre pour remettre ma culotte.
Je l'ai léchée de partout, mais plutôt que de la sécher j'ai eu plutôt l'impression qu'elle s'excitait à nouveau !
-C'est quoi cette ceinture dans le carton qu'elle me dit? ce serait pas pour se fixer le gode ? passe-moi les deux !
Elle assembla le gode sur la ceinture et se le mit à la taille.
-J'ai envie de t'enculer, qu'est-ce que tu en penses ? allez, à genoux au bord du lit !
-Non, madame coquet, arrêtez ! s'il vous plait !
- S'il me plait ? et bien justement, c'est de t'enculer qu'il me plait, alors vite en position, que je puisse te baiser comme une chienne.
J’ai obéi et j'ai senti qu'elle arrivait derrière moi, puis elle positionna le gode devant mon petit trou, poussa et finit par l'entrer entièrement.
-Et bien voila, tu ne l'auras pas acheté pour rien ce gode !
-Tu aimes ça te faire enculer, hein, dit-le !
- Oui madame Coquet, j'aime ça
Et elle me pilonnait le cul comme une dingue. Elle a passé sa main sous moi pour me saisir le sexe.
-Mais il bande le salaud ! Je bandais effectivement.
-Je vais être gentille, je vais te branler ! et elle commença des va-et-vient en me serrant fortement la bite, à m'en faire mal.
Je jouis très vite, et elle arrêta ses sévices.
-Bon, ça suffira pour cette fois, je vais quand même faire un peu de ménage, j'étais venue pour ça ! et je ne voudrais pas que les clients se plaignent à ma direction !!!
-Ne te dérange pas pour moi, je fermerai la porte en partant comme d'habitude et à la prochaine fois dit-elle avec un clin d'œil.

La semaine suivante comme tous les mercredis, jour où elle venait, j'attendais avec appréhension ma femme de ménage.
Plus s'approchait mister heure habituelle d'arrivée, plus mon inquiétude grandissait.
Allait-elle stopper là sa prétendue vengeance concernant mon appréciation sur mister travail en profitant de sa menace de raconter autour d'elle qu'elle m'avait surpris à sucer un gode ?
14h 00, elle ne devrait pas tarder.
Je vis sa voiture arriver, elle descendit et je vis qu'un homme sortait également de l'auto. Qui était-ce ?
Comme à mister habitude, elle ne misterna pas et utilisa sa clef pour ouvrir la porte de mon domicile, le gars se tenant derrière elle, visiblement pas très à l'aise.
- Bonjour Madame Coquet, bonjour monsieur.
- Je vous présente mon mari, Robert ! J'ai pensé dit-elle qu'une vraie bite te serait plus agréable que le gode que tu possèdes !
- Pardon dis-je ? je ne comprends pas !
- Mais si tu comprends ! tu vas pouvoir faire une pipe à une belle grosse bite. Plus grosse que ton gode d'ailleurs avec des couilles bien pleines !
- C'est une plaisanterie rétorquais-je ? elle est de mauvais goût !
- La plaisanterie peut-être, mais la bite de mon homme, elle est très bonne, et tu vas en, redemander après !
- Allez Robert dit-elle montre-lui ton engin !
- Le gars n'étant pas vraiment à l'aise, c'est elle qui commença à lui déboutonner la braguette, et lui desserrer la ceinture.
- A toi me dit-elle, défait ton cadeau !
- Non mais vous délirez ?
- Tu préfères que je raconte tout à mon entourage qui ne manquera pas de répandre la bonne nouvelle qu'on a un PD dans le village ? Non ? alors à genoux et viens lui baisser mister pantalon et mister slip, tu vas te régaler et moi aussi !
Je m'apprêtais encore à discuter...
- Bon assez perdu de temps, il n'a pas que ça à faire Robert, alors tu viens ou tu connais la suite ?
Je me suis mis à genoux devant mister mari, j'ai tiré le pantalon vers le bas découvrant un slip "bien plein" puis j'ai descendu mister slip jusqu'aux pieds délivrant une bite imposante, décalottée et qui bandait un peu.
- Alors, heureux ? elle est pas belle la vie? allez, va-y embrasse-la et lèche-la de bas en haut pour la faire bander ! Après tu pourras enfin tailler une pipe pour de vrai ! une bonne bite bien baveuse !
J'ai commencé à lécher ses couilles poilues et à remonter jusqu'au gland et ça plusieurs fois en constatant qu'à chaque fois, elle se dressait de plus en plus, jusqu'à voir devant moi une bite énorme, longue et épaisse.
Le pire c'est que je commençais également à bander ! j'avais envie de l'avoir dans la bouche !
J'ai approché mes lèvres de ce gland imposant et même en ouvrant grand la bouche, j'ai pu difficilement l'engloutir.
Puis j'ai commencé des va-et-vient sur la bite de Robert qui prenait visiblement beaucoup de plaisir à mes caresses.
- Tu as raimister dit-il à sa femme, il a l'air d'aimer ça de me sucer la bite !
- On peut même vérifier dit sa femme, je vais lui baisser le pantalon !
- Non, s'il vous plait madame Coquet ! pas ça !
- Tais-toi et suce !
Qui plus est, je n'avais qu'un jogging et elle n'eut pas de difficultés à tirer dessus, laissant apparaitre mon érection au travers de mon slip.
- Pour aimer, il aime ! regarde Robert il bande comme un dingue !
- Dit-le qu'elle est bonne la bite de Robert !
- Oui elle est bonne répétais-je
- Et que tu le suceras très souvent maintenant.
- Oui je le sucerai autant qu'il veut.
- Allez, va-y Robert vide toi les couilles, il aime le sperme ce petit PD.
- Non s'il vous plait monsieur Coquet, pas ça !
- Oh que si, il va te décharger dans la bouche mon homme, et tu vas tout avaler comme une salope que tu es !
Je constatai qu'il se contractait et vulgarement j'ai senti d'énormes giclées de sperme chaud me couler dans la bouche. Le gars me tenait fermement la tête, et je ne pouvais que tout avaler.
- Avale bien tout et lèche lui bien le gland qu'il ne tache pas mister slip, c'est moi qui lave après !
- Bon, à toi maintenant, relève-toi ! Regarde Robert comme il bande mon client ! Qu'il ne nous dise pas qu'il n'a pas aimé çà!
- Dis-le que tu as aimé la bite de mon homme
- Oui, c'est vrai, elle est bonne et j'ai aimé çà !
- La prochaine fois, il t'enculera ! Mais maintenant, tu vas te branler devant nous !
- Non, j'ai trop honte !
- Tu n'avais pas honte pour me critiquer avant, alors n'ai pas honte et branle-toi jusqu'au bout. Et puis tu lècheras par terre tout ton sperme, comme l'autre jour !
- Regarde cette petite bite dit-elle à mister mari, obligé qu'il soit PD !
Etant si excité, je n'ai pas mis beaucoup de temps à éjaculer et je me suis baissé pour lécher tout mon sperme. Je crois que je n'avais jamais été aussi gêné de ma vie : me branler devant ma femme de ménage et mister mari, puis tout lécher ainsi !
- Bon c'est pas tout ça dit Robert, mais il faut que j'y aille, j'ai des bêtes à soigner ; à tout à l'heure dit-il à sa femme. Je reviendrais quand tu veux ajouta t-il surtout pour t'enculer.
- Tu peux disposer me dit-elle, j'ai du travail, je viendrais te dire au revoir dans ton bureau me dit-elle avec un clin d'œil, j'aurais probablement le temps que tu me bouffes le trou du cul !
- Au revoir Chéri, à ce soir !
Son mari nous quitta, elle prit ses ustensiles de ménage comme si de rien n'était et s'éloigna dans la maimister.
Mon calvaire ne faisait que commencer !!!!

Je montais dans mon bureau à l'étage, et tentais de me concentrer sur divers travaux administratifs que j'avais en retard.
J'entendais ma femme de ménage aller et venir dans la maimister.
Elle restait relativement sérieuse sur les travaux à faire chez moi, malgré cette situation de plus en plus embarrassante pour moi !
Comment me sortir de cette souricière ? A priori, quoique je fasse, je risquais sa dénonciation auprès des gens qu'elle connaissait, et ils étaient nombreux !
Comment croiser les gens que je connaissais dans le village s'ils prenaient connaissance de cette histoire de gode ?
Je pouvais toujours nier, bien sûr ! mais il en resterait un certain nombre qui se chargerait de développer, d'inventer et de finir par me nuire terriblement !
J'en étais là de mes réflexions quand on frappa à la porte de mon bureau.
- Tu es là, c'est madame Coquet ! rejoins-moi dans ta chambre immédiatement, j'ai un quart d'heure à t'accorder pour que tu me bouffes le trou du cul !
J'avais cru un moment qu'elle aurait oublié ou que le temps lui manquerait ; mais non, j'allais encore une fois devoir subir ses caprices libertins ! Ce "boudin" m'écœurait et pourtant je devais y aller ! Je quittai mon bureau au moment où elle me rappelait déjà.
- Alors mon toutou, il vient lécher le cul de sa maîtresse ?
Je rentrais dans ma chambre. Elle était allongée sur le ventre, au bord du lit, jupe relevée et ses grosses cuisses écartées.
- Pour te faire plaisir, tu vois j'ai mis une culotte blanche et des porte-jarretelles, ça t'excite hein ? allez approche ta bouche de mes fesses, je ne me suis peut-être pas lavée depuis ce matin, mais tu dois aimer les odeurs fortes, hein mon toutou ? viens lécher le trou du cul de maman !
J'étais déjà dégoûté avant de m'approcher d'elle ainsi vautrée sur mon lit !
- Allez, mets-toi à genoux, viens nettoyer le cul de maman !
Je m'approchais, me baissais à hauteur de mister corps et contre mon gré, je commençais à lui lécher les fesses ; effectivement, ça sentait fort les fesses pas lavées et j'avais peur de vomir à l'idée de devoir passer ma langue sur mister trou du cul !
- Ne sois pas timide mon toutou, descend ma culotte !
Je détachais les attaches du porte-jarretelles et tirais doucement sa culotte en lui glissant jusqu'au bas des cuisses. Même sa culotte était sale et sentait vraiment très fort. J'avais mister cul énorme en face de ma bouche et je me suis penché un peu plus en sortant ma langue, jusqu'à effleurer mister trou.
- Oui, c'est bon, va-y lèche bien à fond, tu aimes ça les gros culs, hein ?
- Enfonce bien ta langue et remonte la entre mes fesses, oui comme ça, hum !! elle est bonne ta langue mon toutou !
Continue, oui, continue comme ça, mets-moi deux doigts dans la chatte et branle-moi bien en même temps que je jouisse sous tes caresses !
Elle bougeait mister cul de droite à gauche et soufflait de plus en plus vite.
- Oui, vas-y, oui ! oui ! je viens, oui! elle est bonne ta langue ! ahhhhh, je jouis, je jouis.....
- Continue à me lécher et avale tout mon jus !!
- Bon tu peux me remonter ma culotte, t'es un bon toutou !
- Mais pourquoi m'appelez-vous toutou, madame Coquet ?
- Je te réserve une surprise pour la semaine prochaine, j'amènerai une laisse et un collier pour toi ! Tu verras, on jouera à un autre jeu qui devrait te plaire !
- C'est pas tout ça, il faut que j'y aille, mon mari va s'inquiéter !!! dit-elle en pouffant de rire.
- A la semaine prochaine, repose-toi bien !
Ah! au fait, tu m'as super bien bouffé le cul, si si, super bon ! ah ! ah ! ah !

Elle s'en alla ; J'étais encore écœuré de ce qu'elle m'avait obligé à faire ! J'allais me laver les dents et prendre un bon bain, ça devrait effacer les traces de mister contact.
Qu'est-ce qu'elle me préparait avec mister histoire de laisse et de collier ?
Enfin, j'avais une semaine de calme pour réfléchir à ma situation de soumission. Comment me sortir de cette escalade de perversions qu'elle m'imposait ?
Le mercredi arriva et j'angoissais !
Assis dans mon salon, j'entendis la clef dans la serrure de ma porte d'entrée. C'était elle !
- Bonjour mon toutou ! Regarde ce que je t'ai apporté ! Elle tenait une laisse et un collier pour chien ?
- Fous toi à poil me dit-elle, un chien c'est à poil, non ? Amusant tu ne trouves pas ? Allez dépêche-toi !
Sachant qu'il était inutile de discuter, je me déshabillais.
- Allez, même le slip, on a jamais vu un chien en slip !
J'ôtais le dernier vêtement me protégeant de la nudité totale. J'avais honte d'être ainsi nu devant ma femme de ménage qui se délectait de la situation avec un rictus de moquerie. Et en même temps j'avais comme une petite érection qu'elle constata : tu commences à bander mon toutou ! Allez, viens près de ta maîtresse, non, à quatre pattes !
Je me mis à quatre pattes et avançais vers elle. Elle me passa le collier autour du cou, l'ajusta au cran correspondant et y attacha la laisse. Voyons dit-elle, avance avec moi ! J’avançais toujours à quatre-pattes.
- Voila un bon toutou à sa maman, on va aller faire un petit pipi dehors !
- Comment ça ? Lui-dis-je ?
- Tu as bien compris, on va sortir dans le jardin pour que tu fasses tes besoins !
- Non mais vous êtes dingue, je ne sors pas dans cet accoutrement ! Si quelqu'un arrive !
- Mais ta maimister est bien trop isolée, permisterne ne passe ici tu le sais bien comme moi, et puis c'est un risque à prendre, fallait pas m'humilier ainsi depuis des années par ton comportement irrespectueux à mon égard ; sur ce elle ouvre la porte d'entrée et me tire par la laisse comme avec un chien.
- S'il vous plait madame Coquet, arrêtez cette offense !
- Non, non, pas question, fallait y penser avant !
Malgré moi, j'avançais et passais la porte d'entrée, pour me trouver bêtement à poil, en laisse et à quatre pattes dans mon jardin.
- Allez, viens tu vas aller faire pipi sur cet arbre là-bas.
- Mais c'est à l'autre bout du jardin, si on me voit, c'est horrible !
- Plus tu attends et plus il y a des risques à te faire surprendre, alors accélère dit-elle en me tirant un peu plus fort.
Le collier me serrant, j'avançais contre mon gré, à découvert ; pourvu que permisterne n'arrive...
Arrivé devant l'arbre elle me dit : lève la patte arrière et fait pipi !
- Mais je n'ai pas envie, et je ne sais même pas si j'arriverais à faire pipi ainsi !
- C'est toi qui voit, prends ton temps si tu veux, j'ai tout le mien !
Je levais la jambe arrière et tentais d'uriner, mais j'étais totalement bloqué !
- J'attends dit-elle, tu veux que je t'aide ?
Sans attendre ma réponse, elle se penche et me saisit la bite et en me la titillant elle commence à me faire bander.
- Ça devrait aller mieux comme ça, non ? Allez, fais ton pipi, mon gentil toutou !
Je me forçais et au bout d'un moment j'ai commencé à uriner dans cette position stupide, en me pissant même sur l'autre jambe !
- Bon allez, ça suffit comme ça dit-elle en me tirant, on rentre à la maimister. On ressortira après si tu as encore envie ! ah! ah! ah! dit-elle en rigolant !
Nous étions en train de nous diriger vers la maimister quand j'entendis arriver une voiture !
- Quelqu'un arrive, s'il vous plait laissez-moi me relever.
- Ne t'inquiète pas, je reconnais le bruit de la voiture de mon mari, tu n'as pas oublié qu'il venait t'enculer aujourd'hui ? Alors on va rentrer tranquillement à la maimister et attendre qu'il gare la voiture.
Nous arrivions à la porte d'entrée quand Robert arrivait.
- Tiens, le petit toutou à fait sa promenade ? dit-il en arrivant, il a fait un gros pipi ? Allez, rentre, je vais m'occuper de ton petit cul de PD !
Nous sommes rentrés tous les trois et la femme de ménage me dit : reste à quatre pattes mon toutou, tu vas te faire mettre comme un chien par mon homme !
Je vis que Robert baissait mister pantalon, l'enlevait ainsi que le slip et s'approchant devant moi, il me dit : tu vas me sucer un petit peu, histoire de bien me faire bander, je vais te le défoncer ton petit cul et tu vas en redemander.
Il se mit à genoux et me présenta sa bite devant le nez.
Je me suis mis à lui lécher puis à le sucer et il ne tarda pas à bander comme un âne.
- Bon, pasmisters aux choses sérieuses !
- Attends dit sa femme, je vais lui mettre un bout de beurre dans le cul pour que tu le prennes bien à fond.
Elle alla dans le frigo et revint avec le beurrier, en coupa un bout et me l'enfila dans le cul.
- A toi Robert, et ne le ménage pas, défonce le bien profond ce connard et vide toi les couilles dans mister petit cul de puceau !
Je me demandais comment une si grosse bite allait pouvoir me pénétrer !
Robert se plaça derrière moi, et malgré mes supplications d'en arrêter là, il me pénétra vulgarement, me l'enfilant jusqu'aux couilles en criant : tiens petit salaud tu vas t'en prendre des coups de queue ! et il entama de me pilonner le cul comme un malade sans occuper de mes cris de douleur ; Il ralentissait puis accélérait, me pénétrant totalement d'un seul coup puis se retirait doucement, et recommençait. J'avais le cul en feu et malgré la douleur je commençais à aimer ça !
Sa femme voyant mon érection lui dit : et il aime se faire mettre, regarde il bande, qu'il ne nous raconte pas qu'il n'aime pas ça, sacré PD !
Elle s'approcha de moi, se baissa et me présenta ses cuisses écartées. Elle n'avait pas de culotte et m'ordonna de lui bouffer la chatte.
Au point où j'en étais !! Je me mis à la lécher et sans que l'on me touche, au moment où mister mari me déchargeait tout mister sperme dans mon cul, je me mis à jouir sur le tapis de ma salle à manger.
Je continuais à lécher ma femme de ménage jusqu'à qu'elle jouisse.
- Nettoie la bite de mon homme et le tapis, tu en as l'habitude maintenant ! Je me mis à sucer la bite de Robert pleine de mister sperme et de ma crotte, puis léchais le tapis pour faire disparaitre toutes les traces de mon viol.
Je ne pouvais même pas nier que j'avais eu du plaisir !
Je devenais une vraie tante aimant la bite et la soumission, et je n'allais pas être déçu dans les semaines suivantes !!

Son mari parti, elle se mit consciencieusement à mister ménage pour effectuer les tâches pour lesquelles je l'employais, après celles où c'est elle qui m'employait !!
Je montais dans ma chambre pour me détendre et me remettre de mes émotions. Encore tout excité de ce qui venait de se passer, je me suis masturbé et j'ai joui pratiquement tout de suite.
Je pris une douche puis m'étendis sur mon lit.
Je repensais à ces extravagances sexuelles que je supportais en constatant que j'y prenais tout de même beaucoup de plaisir, même si je ne voulais pas vraiment que ce soit dit.
Était-ce mon célibat de plus d'un an qui m'avait amené à découvrir du plaisir à me faire enculer ou sucer une bite, une vraie ? Ou avais-je caché en moi depuis longtemps des désirs homosexuels ? Je ne savais pas répondre.
Je m'assoupis assez rapidement dans mes pensées et fût réveillé par l'entrée de madame Coquet dans ma chambre.
- Ne te dérange pas, je viens simplement te dire que j'ai fini le ménage et que je m'en vais. Ah, aussi que tu es invité après-demain, vendredi à manger à la maimister.
- Comment ça, invité ?
- Oui, pour un repas ! Vers 20h c'est O.K.?
- C'est à dire que... je suis déjà pris ce vendredi!
- Et bien tu te décommanderas ! L’invitation est un ordre ! Et tu y viendras habillé en femme ; mini-jupe, petite culotte, bas et porte-jarretelles, maquillé comme une petite coquine, enfin tu vois le genre...
- Mais qu'est-ce que vous me préparez encore madame Coquet ?
- Une surprise ! Tu ne seras pas déçu mon mignon ! Bon allez il faut que j'y aille. Je t'ai laissé un petit plan pour venir chez nous, c'est très simple.
- Et si vos voisins me voient ainsi habillé ?
- On n'a pas de voisin, nous sommes dans une petite ferme isolée, ne t'inquiète pas ! Allez bye bye ! Et à vendredi, sans faute hein !
Le lendemain j'allais faire les achats nécessaires à la tenue exigée par madame Coquet. Je rentrais chez moi et essayais ce déguisement ; ridicule, j'étais ridicule ! Mais bon, avais-je le choix ?
Le vendredi, donc, je partis ainsi travesti et maquillé, espérant ne pas croiser en voiture quelqu'un qui puisse me reconnaitre. Mais les petites routes et chemins empruntés furent sans difficultés de ce genre, et je trouvais leur maimister assez facilement.
Je n'eus pas la peine de frapper à la porte, Robert devait surveiller mon arrivée et il ouvrit la porte de suite.
Je rentrais à l'intérieur d'une petite maimister faite principalement d'une grande salle à manger/salon avec un coin cuisine où madame Coquet s'affairait.
Je vis que la table était mise et qu'il y avait 4 couverts !
Quel était la quatrième permisterne ?
- Il y a 4 assiettes dis-je à madame Coquet ?
- Oui c'est celle de mon fils, aujourd'hui c'est mister anniversaire, il a 30 ans tout rond. Et toujours puceau le pauvre, il n'a jamais connu de fille, alors pour mister anniversaire, notre cadeau ce sera toi !
- Quoi ? Non ce n'est pas possible ! C’est pour ça que j'ai dû me déguiser ainsi ? Vous exagérez vraiment ! C’est dégueulasse ! Vous me prostituez madame Coquet !
- Pas du tout, tu n'auras pas d'argent ah! ah! ah! Tu vas faire ça gratuit !! Bon je vais aller le chercher !
Lucien à table ! Lucien ?
- Oui maman, j'arrive.
Et je vois arriver un gars type un peu benêt, au moins 1m 90 et plutôt costaud !
- Tiens mon garçon, voila ton cadeau dit-elle en me présentant, il fera la fille pour toi, et tu feras tout ce que tu veux avec elle. Es-tu content ?
- Oh oui maman, une fifille pour moi ? Pour moi tout seul. Et elle va me sucer, comme dans les films ?
- Mais oui mon grand, elle est très docile ! Tu veux tout de suite ou après manger ?
- Tout de suite et après !
Je ne savais plus quoi dire, épouvanté de ce qui m'attendait avec ce gaillard un peu débile.
Il s'approcha de moi avec un regard lubrique et idiot.
- Alors tu vas me sucer tout de suite, hein, tout de suite !
Instantanément, il baisse mister pantalon et mister slip et exhibe une bite énorme, déjà raide comme un I.
Robert qui était derrière moi me pousse devant mister fils et m'appuyant sur les épaules me fait mettre à genoux, la bouche à la hauteur de sa grosse bite.
- Allez, suce-le bien comme tu sais le faire PD, et comme tu aimes !
Je me demandais si j'allais même pouvoir ouvrir la bouche assez grand pour la prendre.
Lucien me la colla sur la bouche que j'ouvrais et je commençais à lécher mister gland en prenant ses couilles dans mes deux mains. J'entrepris de la prendre dans ma bouche en écartant au maximum mes lèvres, mais lui, en forçant me pénétra jusqu'au fond de ma gorge. J'avais la bouche toute pleine de cette bite. Je commençais un va-et-vient langoureux et en quelques secondes le gars poussa un râle et me déchargea plus d'une dizaine de giclées de sperme directement au fond de ma gorge. J'ai dû tout avaler et Lucien dit, allez encore, encore !!
Il ne débandait même pas ! Alors j'ai recommencé mes mouvements de tête et une minute après il se vidait les couilles à nouveau dans un même râle de bête fauve !
- Bon on va peut-être passer à table dit madame Coquet ? Il te plait notre cadeau ?
- Oh oui maman, super super, je pourrai encore jouer après manger ?
- Mais oui mon grand tant que tu voudras ! Elle ne partira que quand nous le voudrons ! Elle va manger un petit peu avec nous et après elle passera sous la table pour sucer ton père, et me bouffer un peu la chatte ! Et après tu pourras l'enculer à ta guise, elle aime ça cette salope. On la baisera à plusieurs d'accord mon grand ?
- Oh oui maman, comme dans les films.

On passa donc à table. Madame Coquet avait préparé une salade aux lardons, et nous servit tous les quatre.
Je mangeais plus pour éviter d\'attirer l\'attention sur moi que par goût ! Non que la salade n\'était pas bonne, mais cette situation me préoccupait à un tel point !
Elle a assez mangé la coquine ? dit-elle en s\'adressant à moi.
C\'était très bon dis-je à madame Coquet.
- alors passe sous la table et occupe-toi des bites de mon mari et de mon fils. On t\'appellera pour le dessert, si tu le mérites, ah! ah! ah ! Ce sera ton plat de résistance !
J\'essayais sans conviction de me soustraire à cette invitation, mais le fils me regardait avec des yeux de sadique en manque et il ajouta :
- Dépêche-toi, j\'ai encore envie de ta petite bouche sur mon gland ! J\'ai vu qu\'il se déculottait ainsi que mister père.
Je passais donc sous la table et constatai qu\'ils avaient tous les deux la bite à l\'air et qu\'ils commençaient à bander.
- Tu vas sucer mon mari et branler mon fils et après tu échangeras, on est d\'accord ? Tu réponds ! C’est d\'accord ?
- Oui madame Coquet !
- Regarde ! Moi je n\'ai pas mis de culotte (me dit-elle en écartant ses grosses cuisses) alors de temps en temps, approche ta langue et lèche-moi comme tu aimes faire!
Je voyais ces deux grosses bites et à dire vrai ça m\'excitait vraiment ! Je me suis approché de celle du père et je me suis mis à le sucer avec goût, tout en branlant celle de mister fils.
Ce n\'était plus un gode sans goût, mais une vraie bite qui vibrait dans ma bouche, et j\'en caressais une autre. J\'allais encore me prendre des bonnes giclées de sperme et j\'en bandais à l\'avance !
Je devenais vraiment leur pute ! Et j\'y prenais du plaisir ! J’avoue que je découvrais quelque chose de tout nouveau.
Je changeais de bite de temps en temps et le fils fût le premier à décharger. J’avalais tout mister sperme et finissais la seconde pipe à mister père qui ne tarda pas à se vider les couilles également. Tout ça en m\'humiliant de propos obscènes en tous genres.
- Bon allez je n\'ai pas voulu te déranger, mais maintenant passe entre mes cuisses, dit madame Coquet et active bien ta langue de salope !
Au point où j\'en étais, je fermais les yeux et m\'enfonçais entre ses grosses cuisses et entamais de la lécher. Elle avait beau se mettre au bord de la chaise, ses grosses cuisses m\'empêchaient pratiquement de toucher sa chatte. Elle s\'en aperçut et me dit : on remettra ça plus tard, ça n\'est pas très pratique ainsi; Mais ce n\'est que partie remise mon biquet !
Eux continuaient à manger tranquillement ! Je me demandais si je devais sortir de dessous la table ? Puis madame Coquet me dit : allez, sors de là-dessous et assieds-toi, tu as mérité le dessert ! Quoique tu en ais déjà eu deux parts !!
C\'est une crème aux œufs, ça va te rappeler quelque chose !
Après le repas où les deux gaillards avaient bien dû absorber 1 litre de rouge chacun, madame Coquet me dit :
- Lève-toi mon biquet et mets-toi à quatre pattes, mes hommes vont s\'occuper de ton petit cul ! Attends rajouta t\'elle, et si il se branlait devant nous ?
- oui c\'est une idée dit mister mari, ainsi le fiston verra une petite bite de PD. Allez, baisse ta culotte de femme.
Je relevais ma jupe et baissais ma petite culotte, et les trois ont constaté que je bandais comme un fou ; la honte totale, je prouvais ainsi que j\'aimais ce qu\'ils m\'imposaient !
- Oh la petite bite dit le fils, incroyable, mais qu\'est-ce qu\'il peut faire avec ça ?
- Sûrement pas satisfaire une nana dit sa mère, il est bon à se faire enculer et sucer des bites ! Bon tu te branles !
Je me suis mis à me masturber et tellement excité par la situation j\'ai joui en quelques va-et-vient !
- Lèche tout ça et mets-toi en position, le père va t\'enculer et mon fils suivra, quand ton cul sera préparé !
Et moi tu vas me lécher le cul et la chatte, ce sera plus pratique que tout à l\'heure.
Elle se met également à quatre pattes, relève sa robe et cul nu recule jusqu\'à ma bouche en se plaquant sur mes lèvres.
Pendant ce temps mister mari commença à me pénétrer le cul.
Je léchais sa femme, passant du cul à la chatte pendant que mister mari me limait comme un fou.
Il déchargea et mister fils prit la suite. Assez difficilement au début, vu la taille de sa bite, mais progressivement il s\'installa jusqu\'au fond et me pilonna comme une brute, jusqu\'à la jouissance.
La mère se mit à jouir également.
Je me relevais souillé de partout.
On me permit de me rajuster et de m\'en aller après quelques railleries.
Je m\'étais fait mettre pendant près de deux heures et j\'avais aimé ça, humilié mais heureux !

Tout bon, merci

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Class Rules


Amy Turner knew she was in trouble as she sat, trembling, outside the Headmaster's office. She had never been summoned here before, never been in trouble before. She was the good girl, the vicar's flower, and although she had just turned eighteen she felt just like a young again. The tone of the Headmaster's note to her own Form Master, the look on his face, the stares of her fellow pupils all had her in trepidation as she walked the long, silent corridor in fear.

She didn't know what she was supposed to have done but the way the Headmaster's fierce secretary had informed him of her arrival with a blunt, "She's here," let her know that whatever it was it must be very bad, very bad indeed, for Miss O'Hare to treat her so cruelly. The 40 year old secretary had simply sat behind her desk, returned to her paperwork and ignored Amy.

After what seemed a lifetime of standing there (as Miss O'Hare had made a point of not inviting her to sit), the door to the Headmaster's office was thrown open and Mr Gallagher suddenly appeared in front of Amy. He had always frightened her with his tall frame (at least six foot four) and now towered above her slight five feet nothing. As he came closer, his body seemed to fill the room and, when Amy eventually found the strength to lift her eyes, he glared down at her.

"You," he commanded, "In my office now!"

Amy could do nothing but obey as she took a few steps forward into what seemed like a trap. And that is exactly what it was as the Headmaster and Miss O'Hare followed her into the room -- the secretary locking the door behind them.

"What's going on?" Amy pleaded.

"You may well ask, Miss Turner. When did it become acceptable to cheat at exams in this school?" the Headmaster thundered, having walked round his huge desk and sat down behind it. Miss O'Hare, meanwhile, remained behind Amy.

The young girl didn't understand a word he had said. Yes, they had just sat their final Maths exam but Amy had always come top of her class in Maths, as in everything else. She didn't need to cheat. She knew there had obviously been some mistake and, relaxing just a little, she said so to the Headmaster.

"Is that so," he asked sarcastically. "In that case maybe you can tell me why both you and Alimister White got exactly the same mark and made exactly the same mistakes?" He threw the two identical papers at the frightened girl and she tried, vainly, to catch them. As she bent down to pick them up off the floor she heard a gasp from behind and, looking round, saw Miss O'Hare appearing to look up her short skirt. Confused more than ever, she stood up and looked at the papers in her trembling hands. Sure enough, both the papers seemed to be exact copies with only the names at the top differing.

"But Alimister must have copied me. She sat behind me during the exam. She must have done!" she entreated.

"Don't make it worse for yourself by trying to blame another innocent pupil. I have already spoken to Miss White (he hadn't but she was a fat, ugly girl and of no use to him). She has promised me that she would never cheat so the only other explanation is that you are the culprit. The only question now is what are we going to do about it?"

"Do?" asked Amy in total bewilderment; she couldn't understand any of this. It was all happening too fast. "What do you mean?"

"You must be punished, Miss Turner. Otherwise you will never learn the error of your ways. The only alternative to being punished by myself is for me to call your man and leave the matter to him. Would you prefer that, Miss Turner? Would you like me to call the vicarage and let your parents know that you are a cheat?"

The tears poured from Amy's downcast eyes as she imagined her man and Sunday- School teacher mum discovering that their only flower, their pride and joy was nothing more than a common cheat. This was so unfair, she had done nothing wrong. If she ever got out of this office Alimister White was going to pay.

"Please, Sir. I'll do anything. Just don't let my parent's find out. I'll accept whatever punishment you see fit to give me."

Inwardly he was smiling in delight as his plan started to come to fruition but to Amy his face never changed. He continued to glare at her from beneath his dark eyebrows and eventually leaned back in his chair.

"Very well, Miss Turner. You shall be punished and punished right now. Take off your clothes."

Amy couldn't believe what she had just heard. "What?" was all she could say in shock.

"Take off your clothes, Miss Turner, and don't make me come round this desk to do it for you or your punishment will be even more severe."

Amy stood still. She couldn't move. Neither her brain nor her arms could understand what her Headmaster was saying to her so she just stood there.

"Very well, Miss Turner, you leave me with no choice." With a nod to his secretary, he stood up and walked round the desk to his terrified pupil. Miss O'Hare suddenly was right behind Amy and she grabbed both the young girl's arms. "If you want to make this harder for yourself then so be it."

Amy shook in terror as her Headmaster grabbed both sides of her white, school blouse and ripped it apart, buttons flying across the room. She looked down in disbelief as her tiny tits were now covered only by her plain, white, cotton bra. She didn't always need one, so small were her tits, but she was glad she had worn one today. Unfortunately, it didn't offer her much protection as his big hands simply ripped it apart and she gasped in shame as the first man ever to her see her naked breasts simply leaned down and started to suck on her right nipple. His hand soon found her left one and Amy didn't know what to do, to think, to feel. No one had ever touched her like this; no-one from her small village would have dared, knowing who her man was. She knew that she should be trying to break free from Miss O'Hare. She knew that this was wrong. But why did it feel so nice?

The Headmaster swapped sides and now her left nipple was feeling his warm, wet tongue circle it as it got bigger, harder and more sensitive than she had ever known. She had only recently started to explore her own body but she was a good girl and she knew such things were sinful. But that didn't explain the feelings in her tummy at this moment; it didn't explain why she felt she had to squeeze her legs together to control what was happening between them. She could feel herself start to get light headed when she heard Miss O'Hare say, "She's ready."

The Headmaster released her nipple from his soft lips and she suddenly realised that she wanted them back. He, however, was reaching round her young waist to the back of her skirt. Undoing the button, pulling down the zip and tugging it over her hips, the skirt was on the floor before she knew what was happening. Almost in a daze, she stepped out of it as the Headmaster simply threw it aside and stood up.

Just for a moment he seemed to stop and simply stare. Amy's white, cotton knickers were now all that stood between him and his prize and he wanted to enjoy the sight. He could see tiny, black hairs curling out from each side and he knew that she had never shaved her cunt. He reached forward, cupped her pussy through her knickers and was both surprised and delighted to find a tiny wet spot on her crotch.

"So you like what I did to your nipples, Miss Turner. Perhaps you're going to enjoy your punishment after all."

Kneeling down again in front of her, he reached up and slowly pulled her panties down her smooth legs. Again he simply stopped and stared as the young pussy that he had been waiting for was suddenly before him. Grabbing her thighs, he pulled her legs apart and started to move his wet tongue along the length of her equally wet slit. She tasted so sweet and, although she writhed above him, he could no longer tell if it was from fear or pleasure.

Amy could tell. She again knew that this was all wrong but she couldn't resist the feelings that were coursing through her whole body. Yet her whole body seemed to exist of one part only, the part man had told her never to touch, the part lady had told her was "dirty" and the part that her own Headmaster was licking and licking and licking. Miss O'Hare lowered her to the thick carpet so that she was lying on her back, totally oblivious to the rest of the world as her young body rushed towards its first orgasm, as her hips raised themselves sorry to meet his probing tongue and as that very tongue moved slightly up to the hard clit that she wasn't even aware of and flicked it out of its hood. As his teeth clenched around it, her body exploded in pleasure and she bucked beneath him wanting this feeling never to end.

Amy's body slowly came back to normal, her breathing slowed down and she became aware, once again, of where she was and what had just happened to her. She suddenly realised that she was almost naked, the school blouse around her shoulders and her socks and shoes the only clothing that remained. Trying to cover her small tits with one hand and her pussy with the other, she started to raise herself from the floor.

"Stay where you are, slut" commanded her Headmaster. She looked up from her prone position on the carpet but it wasn't him that she saw. Miss O'Hare now towered over her but looking nothing like she had when Amy had first come to the office. While the Headmaster was licking Amy's cunt and playing with her clit, Miss O'Hare had obviously taken the chance to undress and now stood over the young girl wearing only her dark red bra and knickers. Sliding those silk knickers down her long legs, throwing them to the waiting Headmaster who grabbed them eagerly and inhaled her musky scent from them, she stepped over Amy and placed one foot on either side of the schoolgirl's head.

"Your next punishment is to make Miss O'Hare cum, just as I have done for you. Any hesitation on your part and I will have none in placing that call to your man."

Amy realised she was trapped in more senses than one and looked up amazed to see another woman's "dirty place" rapidly approaching her face. Miss O'Hare's pussy was different from Amy's though; there was not a single hair to be seen and her swollen lips hung down, dripping with her own juices already.

Amy was totally at a loss as to what was expected of her but when Miss O'Hare's wet cunt landed on her open mouth she didn't have much choice. She tried to think of what the Headmaster had done to her and slowly, reluctantly, reached out with her own tongue and tasted another woman for the first time. Miss O'Hare moaned in pleasure and, as Amy continued to lick up and down her wet slit, she started to grind back and forth across the young girl's face. The School secretary practically tore off her lacy, red bra squeezed her large tits together and pulled on her nipples. Her breasts were different from Amy's too; Amy's were small, hardly filling her A-cup bras. Miss O'Hare's were much bigger; they seemed to hang a bit lower too and her nipples were huge. Amy had never seen another woman's nipples but she couldn't believe they were meant to be as big as that.

What the Headmaster was doing at this point, Amy had no idea but was certain that it couldn't be anything good. She had kept her eyes closed after Miss O'Hare had landed on her mouth but when she heard a "Click" she quickly opened them and was filled with terror all over again as she saw Mr Gallagher, now naked, taking a photo of her with her tongue in another woman's cunt.

"Keep licking, whore, or I'll call your man and show him these photos."

Amy knew she had no choice but thought the sooner she made the older woman cum the better. Her mouth was getting sore, her jaw was starting to ache but she returned to her task with renewed vigour. Miss O'Hare, in turn, lowered one hand from her swollen nipple and started to play with her large clit. She simply flicked it at first but, as Amy's licking became more and more insistent, she was soon rubbing it as fast as she could. Faster and faster, harder and harder, her hand was just a blur to the young woman beneath her. Amy knew she was doing something right and instinctively reached up and grabbed the School secretary's arse cheeks and squeezed. That was all it took for Miss O'Hare to start cumming all over Amy's face.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" she screamed. If Amy didn't know before today what that meant she certainly did now as the older woman flooded her mouth and face with her sweet pussy juice. There seemed to be no end to it as Miss O'Hare bucked and rocked all over Amy's face and all Amy could do was to keep on licking and hope that this ordeal would soon be over.

Miss O'Hare finally slumped forward, almost sladying Amy, and rolled off the young girl's naked body. If Amy thought for one moment that she would now be released, she was quickly dissuaded from that by the looming figure of her Headmaster standing above her. She already knew he had undressed but now she had her first look at a man's erect cock. It looked enormous -- not that Amy had anything to compare it with. She knew about the facts of life, she knew how babies were made, but she couldn't imagine how such a monster could fit into any woman. And then it hit her: he was going to put it in her, he was going to power her to have S.E.X. -- a word her lady and man never said without spelling it out, trying to protect her innocent ears. She whimpered at the thought of what was about to happen and tried to wriggle away from him -- him and his hard cock.

"Stay where you are, slut, or your man will be here in no time. You and Miss O'Hare have had your fun. Now it's my turn."

The Headmaster knelt down between Amy's outstretched legs, looked longingly at her virginal cunt, and lay down on top of the frightened young girl. Amy whimpered in fear but equally in anticipation as the head of his cock teased her clit. He suckled on her engorged nipples as he felt the tight wet entrance of her pussy wrapped around his dick. Amy suddenly knew she wanted him inside her and thrust her hips towards him, giving him all the encouragement he needed.

He lined up his cock with her tiny opening, moving slowly up and down her wet slit, coating it with her juices. He pushed himself forward and enjoyed the glorious feeling of his cock slowly entering her eager pussy. Amy gasped with surprise and no little discomfort as she held herself, tense, still trying to understand how his big cock would fit into her tiny pussy. All she knew at this point was this was exactly what she wanted him to do.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me," she pleaded as she instinctively raised her legs behind his back and pulled him deeper into her very soul.

As he pushed ever deeper into her he soon met the resistance he had expected since he just knew she would still be a virgin. His mind argued for a second about making love to her or fucking her but he knew he wanted her bad. His lust took over and, slowly pulling out of her tight hole, he then thrust forward with all his strength behind him, breaking through her virginity and burying his hard prick as deep as it would go.

They both screamed for very different reamisters as he stabbed her with his cock. She had never imagined feeling so full or so stretched in her whole life; she had never imagined feeling such pain as his dick continued to hammer her used pussy. He, in turn, knew that he had never had a cunt as hot or as tight as the one now wrapped around his throbbing dick. For all her inexperience she seemed to be squeezing him with her cunt, never to let him go.

Each time he pulled out she whimpered with the loss but each time he thrust forward she pleaded for more. Faster and faster, harder and harder, deeper and deeper he fucked her, until Amy thought she could take no more of the pain but wanted even more of the pleasure. Soon the pain disappeared and the pleasure took over. As her pussy stretched she began to arch her back, thrusting her hips to meet his. He reached down between them and began to play with her incredibly sensitive clit, making her screams and squeals of pleasure sound like music to his ears.

Their bodies clashed against each other, his large and strong, hers petite and hungry. Amy was unable to think of anything but the cock fucking her but Miss O'Hare could see that Amy was now fucking her Headmaster just as vigorously as the other way round. The young girl's thighs squeezing him, her ankles now locked around him as he pistoned in and out of her tight cunt. This was Miss O'Hare's time to take another photo.

"You like it, don't you, slut? Admit it, you love me fucking your tight cunt with my big, fat cock."

Amy could hardly speak. "Fuck me!" was all she could answer.

So he did. He fucked her cunt like he had never fucked one before. She bucked beneath him as he hammered; his lust was centered entirely on his cock and her cunt. She had all the strength of a rag doll but still she raised her hips to meet his thrusts.

"I'M CUMMING!" he screamed, as with one final push he poured his spunk deep inside the young girl's cunt. She, in turn, tightened her legs around him and pulled him even deeper as she had the second orgasm of her young life, his cum filling her and pouring out of her ravaged hole.

He collapsed on top of her and Amy lay there exhausted, not sure what was expected of her now. She wondered if her punishment was over now -- she hoped not.

"Miss O'Hare! Miss O'Hare! What on earth is going on in there? What is all that screaming?" cried Mrs West, the young History teacher, as she pounded on the office door.

One afternoon during the following week, Mr Gallagher was casually looking out of his window onto the lush green lawns below his study and saw something that took his eye. He rang his bell and his faithful secretary Miss O'Hare entered his room quietly. "You called me Head Master?"

The Head nodded. "I have just seen Mrs West crossing the lawn from the gymnasium, Miss O'Hare. She looked very nice in her very short pleated skirt." Mrs West was the young English Mistress while her husband, Julian, taught History.

Miss O'Hare crossed the room and looked out with him. Mrs West had now reached the small road directly under the window. Just then a young schoolgirl rode her bicycle erratically across in front of Mrs West. They saw the girl laugh as she managed to keep the bike upright but in doing so her skirt did flip up exposing her white pantied bottom.

Miss O'Hare smiled. She knew what the Head was thinking. "We would have to think carefully before we start dealing with Mrs West, Headmaster"

"What do you suggest, Miss O'Hare?"

"Well Sir, she and her husband Julian are up for salary review next week. I know they are desperate for money as they live with her man who is being very awkward with them."

Mr Gallagher nodded his head, adding, "Julian West finds it difficult to maintain any discipline in his class already, and Shirley, his wife, is only on probation"

Miss O'Hare smiled; she could see how the Headmaster's mind was working but she had to make sure he understood her position. "It will be difficult for me to deal with Mrs West in the same way as I controlled Amy Turner, Head Master."

The older man was very sharp and knew what she meant. "I presume you mean because Mrs West is a teacher and not a student?"

Miss O'Hare nodded "Yes and she is a little more mature but she still shouldn't cause any great problems for you, Sir."

"What about her husband?"

"He will be even easier for you, Sir. He is very weak. Afraid of his own shadow. A little effeminate."

The Head Master was pleased. "Will you send them a formal warning that their performance is well below acceptable and that I will be assessing them both next Monday?"

She laughed "They will be petrified" and added "May I make a suggestion, Sir?" He nodded.

"Mrs West and her husband don't take holy water now ever since they became excited very easily at the last Staff Party. I suggest that after you tell them off next Monday you could give then a couple of glasses of wine to appear benevolent and kindly. They will be afraid to refuse."

The Head smiled. His secretary was quite a clever woman "You think she will be more amenable then"

"Definitely Sir! Her fear about her job followed by a few glasses of wine and she will be more than amenable." Mr Gallagher smiled, especially when his secretary added "And so will her husband." He appreciated what this could mean and what his secretary meant so he suggested, "I know you can't act in the same capacity as with Amy Turner, Miss O'Hare but I would you like to be present anyway."

Miss O'Hare smiled. Her Headmaster really looked after her. "Certainly, Sir. I would really enjoy being present when you deal with Mr and Mrs West. I think it will be fully in order if I assist you when you require it."

Mr Gallagher liked his secretaries efficiency, especially when she advised "I think we should change the date of the meeting to Tuesday morning Sir. Mrs West always does some exercising in the morning and always wears her shortest pleated skirt."

"Usually with little, white knickers," she added.

Mr Gallagher nodded "That sounds excellent Miss O'Hare. Send them their warnings today."

When Shirley West received her formal warning she felt petrified. When Julian also had a similar letter he almost cried. He just fell apart. Shirley felt so upset but, even more, she was angry with her husband's pathetic weakness. He was absolutely useless in a crisis. She first of all tore a strip off him and then said, "It's no good you sobbing like a big baby Julian. We have to face up to it and do our best."

Julian was distraught. "You don't understand how threatened I feel, Shirley. I am terrified of the Headmaster and Miss O'Hare his secretary is so intimidating."

Shirley nodded. She had some sympathy with her husband. She was just as nervous. She then took a deep breath saying, "The main thing Julian is that we must not upset the Head or Miss O'Hare in any way. We have to keep on the right side of them. Anything they suggest we can do to improve our chances we must agree to and we must do it with a smile."

On Tuesday morning Shirley started early. She told Julian she would meet him in the Headmasters Office. He was still frightened and wanted to wait for his wife but she was adamant.

"No, Julian. Pull yourself together. I want to go to the Gym first for some light exercise. Then I will pop back here to change into my suit and meet you outside the Headmaster's office." She seemed so well organised but she didn't know what Miss O'Hare had planned.

After her exercises Shirley left the gym and made her way across the lawns to her own office intending to change. She was only sweating slightly but she wanted to feel her best when she faced Mr Gallagher so she knew she couldn't afford to be the least bit uncomfortable and her knickers always ran up her bum during her exercises.

Unbeknown to Shirley, Miss O'Hare had been waiting and watching and suddenly her mobile phone rang. It was Miss O'Hare telling her to come straight to the Head's Office. Shirley tried to explain she needed to go to her office first to change.

Miss O'Hare sounded cross "Mrs West, when I said the Head wants you to come here immediately, that is exactly what I mean. Your husband is already here. Don't make us angry Mrs West." Shirley had no option but to change her plans and go directly to the Heads Office.

As she entered the large office she could see her husband sitting there trying to look insignificant. He didn't really have to try. Shirley felt conscious of her very short skirt as she looked at the Head behind his big desk and Miss O'Hare nearby with her notebook out ready to take notes.

There was only one seat available a very high stool. Miss O'Hare beckoned to the stool "Take a seat Mrs West."

Shirley could see that the high stool was directly in front of the Head. She hesitated and murmured apologetically that her skirt was too short.Miss O'Hare pretended to look puzzled.

Shirley stuttered "If I sit up there I am afraid that my underclothes will be showing."

Mr Gallagher sounded annoyed. "I did not tell you what skirt to wear Mrs West and I cannot make any allowances for how you choose to dress" Shirley looked at her husband for support. Julian looked at his feet. He was shaking.

Miss O'Hare asked "Are you saying that the Head Master is not allowed to see your knickers Mrs West?" Shirley couldn't answer.

Miss O'Hare addressed Julian. "Tell us Mr West do you object to Mr Gallagher seeing your wife's panties?"

Julian blushed and simply shook his head.

Mr Gallagher looked impatient and said "Well that's sorted out then. Mrs West please sit on the stool now. I am busy and want to get this assessment over quickly."

Shirley sighed. She felt defeated as she turned and climbed up onto the stool knowing full well that all her underwear was on display. Miss O'Hare glanced at the Head. He looked really lecherous. She smiled to herself as she knew the next couple of hours would be very entertaining and exciting.

The Headmaster continued to write at his desk for another few moments while Julian tremred in his chair and Shirley squirmed on her stool as her knickers were still fixed between her arse cheeks and tight against her pussy. Finally he looked up and stared first at Julian who seemed to shrink even further into himself.

"Mr West, although you came with the highest recommendations, you seem totally unable to control a class of girls. Is this true?"

Julian could only nod, keeping his head bowed, praying that he would be allowed to keep his job.

"Mrs West, you on the other hand seem to be becoming very popular with the girls, one might even say too popular."

"How can anyone be too popular?" asked Shirley in disbelief.

"Silence!" growled the Headmaster. "We have had complaints that you have been to friendly with some of the older girls; touching, hugging, even kissing one of them."

"What? I have never kissed anyone but Julian and certainly not any of the girls."

"I've warned you already, Mrs West. One more outburst from you and you will pay the price. Mr West, your wife has been accused of fraternising with some of the girls; together with your own inadequacies, there seems no reamister why we should keep either of you on for another term, far less give you a pay rise. However, I understand from Miss O'Hare that you need to find a place of your own to live and so are desperate to keep your jobs. Is this right?"

"Yes, Sir," stumred Julian, still too afraid to lift his head.

"So if I was to give you both a chance to redeem yourselves, you would accept it?"

"Yes, Sir."

"And you would do anything? Anything at all?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Very well then. You both have one final chance. If you both do exactly what you are told to do, right now, in this room, then you will both keep your jobs and you will both receive the pay rise you so desperately need. Agreed?"

"Agreed, Sir," said Julian happily, raising his head and looking at his pretty wife in pleasure. How bad could it be, he asked himself? Shirley, however, wasn't so sure. She had noticed how the Headmaster had stared up her skirt as she sat on the high stool and could feel her pussy tingle at the unexpected attention. She thought she should try to lay down some ground rules but was very quickly dissuaded of this when the Headmaster grabbed her by the arm, pulled her off the stool and, dragging her round the desk to his own high-backed, leather chair, he sat down and threw her over his lap.

"You have been warned, Mrs West. Now you must pay the penalty. Mr West, I am about to spank your young wife. Come over here and watch."

Julian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He would have loved to have been the one who was about to spank Shirley but he would never have had the courage to even suggest it. Looking at her upturned arse, though, as she lay across Mr Gallagher's broad thighs he could tell he was going to enjoy this. Even if she wasn't.

Shirley tried to fight but the Headmaster had a tight grip on her. His right hand was round her waist, pulling her tightly against his strong body. His left hand was holding her opposite arm up her back so that more she struggled the higher her arm went and the more painful it became. His right leg was hooked over her legs and she quickly came to the realisation that there was no escape. She started to whimper and tried to plead with Julian to rescue her but she knew even as she was saying it that this was a waste of time. Her poor excuse for a husband was just standing there as she was manhandled and was doing nothing to prevent her punishment.

She tried to apologise for any wrong doings (even though she knew she was innocent) but gasped in terror as short skirt was lifted up over her bum, to leave her knickers on full display. The Headmaster's hand reached for her waistband immediately and, as the tears fell from her eyes, she begged him not to pull them down. Paying no attention to her, he went ahead and did just that, tugging them hard to over her bare bottom. His hand came down and it started, a bare bottom spanking, the first of her adult life.

Shirley began to wriggle again, burning with embarrassment while her cheeks burned with pain. Her bum was becoming pinker by the second and she tried desperately to pull her knickers back up to protect herself. The Headmaster, however, was used to spanking girls and he was ready for her; he snatched her hand away and ordered her husband to pull her knickers fully off.Julian was rooted to the spot but Miss O'Hare simply pushed him out of the way, took a firm grip of the tiny knickers and tore them off. Shirley realised who it was and burned again in shame aware that her poor bum was now defenceless and in full view of the school secretary. She was in a terrible position, trapped, bum up, showing everything, and helpless to prevent it, or her spanking.

Worse still, she could feel the Headmaster's hard cock growing beneath her and she burst into fresh tears, not just from the pain, but in utter frustration at her helplessness and the way she was being held. It was so unfair too, she had done nothing wrong with any of her girls while her stupid husband couldn't even control a class. He was the one who deserved punishment, not her, but she was the one having her bare bottom turned red in front of him and Miss O'Hare, with her pussy on show and her arsehole winking behind her.

The Headmaster finally stopped, leaving Shirley sobbing with shame. Her bum was on fire and, when Mr Gallagher let her go, all she could do was fall down on to the carpeted floor. For a moment she just lay there, her poor red bum still on show, before she started to look for her knickers.

Her punishment had just begun.

Shirley thought that the Headmaster would now agree to retaining both her husband, Julian, and herself in their teaching posts at the all girls school. She had allowed him to spank her over his lap, had held his large cock (much larger than Julian's) in her hand and had not tried to escape when he started to shoot his spunk all over her face. Julian had never done anything like that and she was quite sure he never would but he seemed to enjoy the sight of his wife being treated in this humiliating way. She still hadn't found her knickers and she was very aware of being naked under her short skirt.

"So, are our jobs secure now, sir?" she dared to ask. Shirley hadn't realised that the Headmaster was now in possession of her knickers nor that he planned to go to relax that night with them lying next to him so he could smell her musk.

"Well, you have responded very nicely, Mrs West, but I think it is now time to see if your husband is just as compliant."

Julian tremred when he heard his name mentioned. So far all he had been asked to do was watch his young wife be spanked by the Headmaster and then watch further as she played with his hard dick until he came all over her face. He had secretly enjoyed every minute of it but now the attention seemed to be turning on him.

"Me, sir," he stammered. "What do you mean?"

"Well, since it is both of you who want to save your jobs and since your wife has been spanked, I think it only fair that you should suffer the same fate. Or don't you want to keep your job too?"

Julian knew he had no choice but he also knew what offense was before him as he made his way over to the Headmaster's large desk.

"No, Mr West. I think Miss O'Hare should be the one to administer your spanking, don't you?"

Julian looked over to his pretty wife, pleading with her, but she was quite looking forward to this. She knew that Julian had done nothing to stop the Headmaster from punishing her poor bum and she could see her worthless husband's cock forming a small tent in his trousers when the Headmaster had cum all over her face.

Julian was literally shaking. Shirley thought it was from fear but he knew that she was going to be even more disgusted with him when he dropped his trousers as he was now told to do. He seemed to take an eternity to undo his leather belt, button and zip before his trousers fell around his ankles. The other three in the room exploded with laughter when they saw the pink, silk panties he was wearing. Only his wife recognised them as her best pair and only Julian knew that he often wore her knickers when he was feeling tense or nervous. He was certainly nervous now as his cock seemed to have shrunk to almost nothing while the others continued to laugh and tease him.

When the Headmaster was finally able to stop laughing he tried to put on his sternest voice. "Now, Mr West, over Miss O'Hare's lap you go."

Julian did as he was told, burning with shame, but reached new depths of offense when the school secretary grabbed the waistband of his silk knickers and pulled them down to his knees in one vulgar tug. Now his puny arse was bare for them all to see and he closed his eyes awaiting his punishment.

His wife, meanwhile and got up off the floor and walked over to where her feeble husband lay over the lap of the formidable Miss O'Hare with a pair of his wife's panties around his knees. At least that explained why she often found her knickers in the laundry basket with suspicious stains on them. The wimp wasn't even resisting; he simply lay there waiting for the spanking to begin. However, as soon as Miss O'Hare raised her strong hand and brought it down, hard, on his skinny cheeks he began to squirm.

His face was screwed up, tears rolling from his eyes. There was no finesse about Miss O'Hare. She didn't fondle him or stroke him; she simply spanked him, starting with a firm, deliberate slap across both his skinny cheeks and settling down to an even, steady rhythm. There was nothing else in Julian's mind; just firm, stern smacks, hard enough to sting and set even his tiny cheeks bouncing. All he could do was cry. He absolutely howled, full of shame and offense, tears streaming down his face, his feet kicking against his captivity.

Shirley was enjoying this. She had suffered at the hands of the Headmaster while Julian had meekly stood by and watched; now it was her turn and she couldn't have been happier. Miss O'Hare, on the other hand, was far from happy; she could feel Julian's miserable excuse for a cock getting hard through her tweed skirt; the miserable worm was enjoying this. She decided then and there that his punishment was far from over and that he would have to work much harder tonight to save his job. She went on spanking, smack after smack after smack, as Julian squirmed and became harder than he had ever been.

That spanking seemed to go on forever; the stinging slaps, Julian's hot, throbbing bottom and the woman who was punishing him became his whole world until, at last, he could feel himself cumming between her skirt and his shirt. Miss O'Hare threw him to the floor and they all watched as his tiny cock continued to spurt his spunk. "You miserable worm," she screamed at him. "Look at the mess you have made of my favourite skirt. You will have to pay for that!"

"I'm really sorry, Miss O'Hare. I will certainly pay to have your skirt cleaned."

"I don't want your money, you worthless man. I have my own ways of punishing deviants. Get on your hands and knees."

Julian was lost. His bum was red, sore and throbbing yet he had just cum more than he ever had with his wife. He looked to her for help but she was now sitting on the Headmaster's lap, playing with his hard cock while he had taken off her blouse and was sucking on her hard nipples. Shirley had waited a long time for a real man to take care of her pussy and now she had found one, her own Headmaster, she wasn't going to let him get away.

Miss O'Hare, meanwhile, had taken off her spunk-stained skirt. Julian noticed she had also taken off her high-necked blouse and was now dressed in crimmister red, lacy bra, knickers and matching suspenders holding up her stockings. It wasn't these though that had grabbed Julian's attention. She also now had fitted a huge strap-on dildo between her legs and was approaching him with a look of menace in her fierce eyes. He suddenly realised what his punishment was going to entail and he started to get up, hoping to somehow find some escape from this vengeful woman.

"Get back on your knees, worm, or it will be even worse for you."

Julian couldn't begin to imagine how it could be worse but he did as he was told, kneeling down on the thick carpet, his head buried beneath him as he tried to hide -- but his arse was still in the air, pointing right at Miss O'Hare. He dared to look up from his kneeling position just in time to see the Headmaster plunge his cock deep into Shirley's pussy, hearing her begging, "Fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me hard."

For Julian this was just one more thing that added to his offense. He had never been able to satisfy Shirley and now another man was about to do just that. He watched as the Headmaster slowly began to fuck his wife, Shirley's body responding to the deep thrusts of the biggest cock she had ever had. He watched as they fucked faster and faster, heard Shirley's moans of pleasure and, suddenly, heard them both cry out as Mr Gallagher shot his cum deep into Shirley and her orgasm washed over her at just that moment.

Julian hadn't forgotten Miss O'Hare and her massive plastic cock but she slipped from his mind as the Headmaster pulled out of his own wife's cunt, stood up, came over to him, put his cock to his mouth and said, "Now, Mr West, suck me clean." Julian hesitated for just a moment before he opened his mouth to accept the now softening cock into his mouth, his own Headmaster's cock, the same cock that had just fucked his wife and now dripped with her juices.

Julian wasn't really sure what to do; this was the first cock he had ever had in his mouth (although he had often fantasised about doing it); he simply licked up and down Mr Gallagher's prick, tasting his own wife and finding that it was all quite nice. This brief sense of pleasure was shattered as he suddenly felt something prodding at his arsehole. Miss O'Hare had waited while her Headmaster had got into position and commandeered this worm to suck his cock. Now she got done behind him, poured some of the oil that Shirley handed her on to her finger, and pressed against his tight hole, preparing him for what was to come next. Once again Julian could feel his cock hardening as he waited in fear and anticipation.

Then he felt something else, obviously not a finger, pressing against his asshole, pushing gently, pushing harder, pushing forward, until the plastic cock slipped into his hole. Julian screamed out in pain but Mr Gallagher soon muffled him by pushing his cock further down Julian's throat. He somehow knew he had to relax and allow what was happening to him happen as Miss O'Hare pushed her big cock further and further into him.

As she eased her artificial in and out of his tender arsehole, Julian sensed the pain eventually ease into a not unpleasant feeling and soon found he was quite enjoying being fucked. As Miss O'Hare noticed Julian now pushing back against her, she started to fuck him deeper and deeper. As she got faster and faster, the Headmaster began fucking Julian's face with the same intensity. All of a sudden, Julian was being fucked in both holes and realised that he could take this kind of punishment. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper they fucked him until Mr Gallagher shot his spunk down Julian's throat and he himself came all over the carpet.

As they withdrew from him and saw what he had done Miss O'Hare screamed at him once again. "Now see what you have done. Lick that up, worm, then you can lick the Headmaster's spunk from your wife's cunt."

Julian could hardly wait.

When Shirley West and Julian went home that day they were both in such a state of shock they didn't even discuss the events in the Headmaster's office. It was so bizarre; they almost felt it must have been a dream. Neither of them wanted to talk about it or even think about it.

The only thing that seemed wonderful was the letter they had in their possession congratulating them on satisfactorily passing their assessment with flying colours and awarding them a very nice salary increase. Mr Gallagher had ended the letter by saying that all that was still required from them was to continue to rise to the new and exacting requirements of a modern school to ensure their continued promotion.

Julian was over the moon. "Isn't it wonderful, Shirley? We will be able to buy a new house now and look forward to earning some real money."

Shirley was equally thrilled but did have some reservations as the Head had added a small postscript saying, "Of course, all young teachers like yourselves are still on a probationary period and your future in the school is dependant on you keeping up the current high standard."

Julian gushed, "But all the teachers have that warning, Shirley; we are no different from them." Shirley nodded. It seemed so sensible for the Head to build in that proviso.

Over the next few months everything went very satisfactorily. They did have to attend a lot of Staff Meetings chaired by Mr Gallagher while Miss O'Hare always took notes. These passed without any problems.

During this period Amy Turner had been appointed Head Girl. Amy was 19 now and had really grown up in such a short time and seemed very confident. She seemed to get on very well with Mr Gallagher and Miss O'Hare and they obviously respected her opinions and listened very carefully to what she had to say.

As Head Girl, Amy was also required to attend the Staff Meetings. Mrs West was surprised that Amy almost seemed equal to the Head when the meetings were conducted. Then on one occasion Shirley required some additional advice from the Head and stayed behind to discuss things privately with him.

She was surprised that Amy also stayed and busied herself around the office as Shirley explained some very permisteral aspects of her class. After a short while Amy said to the Head, "It's too hot in here, Mr Gallagher. May I take my tie off?" The Head simply nodded.

Shirley was shocked at the young girl's manner and really didn't think that a pupil should be allowed to listen to permisteral class details, but didn't feel that it was her place to object. As she was talking to the Head, Amy Turner was clearing some papers off his desk. Mrs West could hardly believe it when she saw his hand move up the back of Amy's skirt and fondle her bottom through her underwear.

She held her breath waiting for the Head Girl to let out a scream. She didn't. She simply stood there carrying on with the papers hardly moving. Shirley did detect some movement, however; Amy opened her legs slightly.

The Head was still listening to Mrs West's problems, apparently neither aware nor bothering that the young teacher could see what he was doing with the Head Girl. He did whisper in Amy's ear and she giggled. Without moving her stance she said to Miss O'Hare, "Mr Gallagher wants to see my knickers again, Doris. Do you mind?"

Doris O'Hare smiled. "You know he is always horny for you after Staff Meetings, Amy. Play a little hard to get. Just give him a little flash."

Amy giggled and leaned forward and flicked the back of her skirt up showing her blue school panties. Turning to the Head she smiled, "As instructed, Mr Gallagher. Regulation school knickers. Have a little look but, please, no touching while Mrs West is here. Please get rid of her first and then I'll help you to cum"

Shirley West was mesmerised by the proceedings. She could see that Amy was not bothered at all that she could hear the discussion. It was even worse when the Head turned his attention back to her and asked, "Will that be all Mrs West? I am a very busy man and have to attend to some urgent school business."

Shirley nodded; she knew when she wasn't wanted. She hadn't received the advice she needed but couldn't risk upsetting anyone and nodded, "Yes thank you Head Master" and left.

Over the next few months, Shirley witnessed more and more the great influence that Amy seemed to be exerting together with Miss O'Hare. None of the other teachers seemed aware of what was happening, yet when she was in the Head's Office they seemed to enjoy doing things in front of her to see if she would object. They would always ask her to stay now to discuss some trivial school issue and it got to the stage where Amy would undo Mr Gallagher's trousers and play with his penis directly in front of her.

Amy would sometimes tease her and ask, "I bet your husband doesn't have as big a cock as our Headmaster, Mrs West, does he?" When she would blush and stutter "Oh Amy you shouldn't sat things like that," the Head Girl and the School Secretary would both laugh uproariously.

After one Staff Meeting Shirley could see Amy and Miss O'Hare chatting and smiling. As the meeting broke up she heard Miss O'Hare say to the Head, "Tell Mrs West to stay behind."

The Head looked startled but Amy interrupted. "If you do this for us, Mr Gallagher, then we'll do things for you." Mr Gallagher thought for a moment then said, "Mrs West, please stay behind as I have something to discuss with you." All the other staff had left and only the four of them were left. Shirley feared the worse.

Amy suddenly lifted one foot up onto the table which meant her legs were wide open showing all of her panty gusset. Shirley thought this would cause an uproar but the only one who spoke was Amy as she laughed, "Come on Doris. I feel as wet as hell. Come and do your duty."

Shirley was amazed. Miss O'Hare smiled and moved towards the 19 year old pupil and flicked her tongue out and licked Amy's face. At the same time she dropped her hand between the young girl's legs and massaged her crotch through her knickers.

Being the only other female in the room Shirley tried to whisper protectively, "Miss O'Hare, the Headmaster can see you."

Miss O'Hare laughed "We know he can, Mrs West. This is a show we put on especially for him."

Shirley could see the Head's eyes glued between Amy's legs and his trousers straining to conceal his growing erection. He was in another world.

Amy was enjoying being rubbed but was also aware of the consternation she was causing to Mrs West and giggled something to Miss O'Hare. The School Secretary smiled and nodded. Although she still had her hand between Amy Turner's legs, Miss O'Hare spoke quite reamisterably to Shirley, "We are simply helping the Head to relax, Mrs West."

Shirley wanted to leave but couldn't find the words nor any power in her legs. Miss O'Hare continued, "Amy thinks you should help us Mrs West."

Shirley panicked "Help you?"

"Yes, she wants you to masturbate as well."

"But I am a teacher in the school, Miss O'Hare."

Amy was panting but she snapped, "You are a teacher Mrs West, but you have just been told to masturbate to help our Head. Now get your knees up and stick your hand between your legs now or you and your husband are in really big trouble."

Shirley felt frightened and intimidated. She felt sure that the young girl meant exactly what she said so she leaned back and tentatively opened her legs, displaying her silk knickers to her tormentors. As they looked on, she slowly started to move one finger over her crotch. She had no problems enjoying her body in private but in front of other people it felt very strange.

Amy was panting but she again whispered to Miss O'Hare who continued to rub the young girl's pussy and passed on the instruction, "Pull your knickers to the side, Mrs West so we can watch you push your finger in." Shirley did as she was told. It felt very bizarre but she was incredibly wet and suddenly realised she was enjoying herself.

She heard Amy speak gently to the Head, "Are you OK, Sir?"

"Yes thank you, Amy."

It was getting more bizarre by the minute as Amy told him, "Perhaps you would reward us with the sight of your cock and you could have a wank if you like."

Shirley was in a daze as she masturbated and watched the Headmaster murmur his approval to the young girl, ease his penis out and stroke it as he viewed the proceedings.

Amy whispered again to Miss O'Hare who smiled and said "Mrs West, Amy wants your tits out. Do it."

Almost in a trance, Shirley did as she was told. She slowly unbuttoned her white blouse, unclipped her front-opening, lacy bra and realised that she was now in a terrible state. She had her breasts out, her skirt was around her waist and her panties were at the side while the others were watching her push her finger in and out of her pussy. She couldn't help herself; she was more wet than she had ever been.

By now Mr Gallagher was moaning in excitement and so was Amy Turner. Miss O'Hare had her finger right up the young girl while she, in turn, was saying all sorts of loving endearing words to the School Secretary, endearing but so crude. "Oh Doris, you are gorgeous. I like it so much when you are up my cunt."

Miss O'Hare was equally endearing and just as crude, "It's lovely for me too, Amy. I love opening your slit out and it's really exciting to watch Mrs West wanking for the Headmaster."

Shirley West could feel herself cumming; she couldn't help it. The others were as well. They all came together, Mr Gallagher shooting his spunk all over his desk.

Amy looked at him in dismay bur proceeded to remove her cunt from Miss O'Hare's fingers and licked up the Headmaster's cum so that there were no tell-tale signs. As the Head went off to his private bathroom Amy turned to Miss O'Hare saying, "I had better tell her." Miss O'Hare nodded.

Amy spoke directly to Shirley "You will not be required to perform this service very often Mrs West but just remember when I send for you, you must come to the Headmaster's Office immediately."

For some reamister Shirley felt she couldn't object; she nodded her agreement. Miss O'Hare whispered to Amy, "I think now is the time to tell her about the parties."

Amy nodded and again addressed Shirley, "From time to time, Mrs West, I will be taking you to a little party as a sort of entertainment." Shirley felt afraid, "What sort of parties?"

Amy looked at her. "That is a fair question, Mrs West, as it is important that you know that you will be required to dress up for some of them."

"Dress up?"

"Yes, dress up, Mrs West. I think you will be good at dressing up. A secretary or a business woman, a housekeeper or a schoolgirl, perhaps."

Shirley felt so downcast but she said, "A schoolgirl, Amy? But I am a 30 year old teacher."

"Yes Mrs West. That makes it even nicer. We want you to be a good little girl. A number of people will be there. Some you will know. Some of the teachers in this school may attend and maybe some very close relatives of you and your husband."

Shirley felt overwhelmed. "But I am not a little girl, Amy"

"But you would be such a pretty little girl in your new clothes, Mrs West."

"New clothes, what new clothes?"

Amy was enjoying the conversation. "I am not really sure. How do you think our little girl should be dressed to go to a party, Doris?"

Miss O'Hare smiled "Well if she is a little girl she should have a pretty little pink dress."

Amy smiled in return. "There you are Mrs West; you will look lovely in a short pink dress."

Shirley shook her head trying to take it all in. She caught onto the word 'short' and her heart sank "But if you make me wear a pink dress Amy, surely it will cover my knees?"

Miss O'Hare intervened "Mrs West you are supposed to be a little girl. Little girls wear very, very short dresses. Right up to your bottom"

Shirley gasped at the prospect. "Up to my bottom, but people will see my underwear."

Miss O'Hare chuckled "Quite right Mrs West. We will have to be careful as your panties will be showing a lot."

"My panties?"

Amy laughed. "Yes, your panties, Mrs West. We should ask Miss O'Hare what underwear she will put you in."

Doris O'Hare was enjoying the chat as much as Amy. She pretended to be serious as she said "We want you to look pretty Mrs West so I will have you in pretty little pink knickers."

"Oh God! Pink knickers!"

Later that month, as the staff Christmas part approached, Shirley and Julian received letters from Miss O'Hare, instructing them as to what they should wear to the party. Julian immediately thought it was some sort of fancy-dress and rushed off to see what he could find in Shirley's underwear drawer. His wife, however, knew that Amy was behind this and shuddered when she saw what they were both to wear.

On the night of the party Julian insisted that he got ready privately, even though Shirley knew what he was going to wear. They had argued over his choices but he was adamant and so she decided he should face the consequences on his own; she had enough of her own to worry about. Miss O'Hare had delivered her outfit earlier and she knew that she was going to be humiliated even being seen in what had been provided. She took comfort in the fact that, since the rest of the staff were going to be there, at least there would be no "funny business". Wrapping her heaviest, longest coat around herself she called on Julian to hurry up just as he appeared at the top of the stairs. Shirley could not believe her eyes as there stood her husband in her lacy, black bra, her lacy, black knickers, her lacy, black suspender belt, her sheerest, black stockings and a pair of black stiletto's that he must have bought himself

"What do you think?" he beamed with pride.

"Julian, what do you think you are doing? You can't possibly go out like that."

"Oh, don't be such a *******joy. It's fancy dress. Everyone will be dressed up."

No matter how hard she tried, Shirley couldn't convince her husband to wear something else. Reluctantly, knowing they were going to be late, she handed him his coat and they left together.

As soon as they reached the school hall, heard the loud music and opened the door, Shirley knew they had just made the biggest mistake of their lives. The rest of the staff were there but, as every head in the room turned to look at them, she immediately realised that they were the only pair in costume. Turning back to the door to make her escape she found her way barred by the large form of the Headmaster.

"Well, Mr and Mrs West, I'm glad that you've decided to join us. The party wouldn't be the same without some entertainment. Let me take your coats."

As Shirley tried to wrap her self deeper in the coat the Headmaster simply glared at her and they both very slowly and very reluctantly surrendered their protection. The hall immediately erupted as the women jeered at Julian and the men cheered for Shirley. The dress that Miss O'Hare had supplied was like Little Bo Peep's, all flouncy and petticoats but it was also about two sizes too short. The top barely covered her nipples and the bottom barely covered her round arse cheeks. As promised, Miss O'Hare had supplied a frilly pair of pink knickers which were on full display for all to see.

"Now, since both of you are late in arriving I think you should both be punished. Please go and stand by the chairs on the stage," ordered the Headmaster.

Julian began to whimper but Shirley thought that they could only survive this night by presenting a united front so, taking him by the hand, she led him up to the stage as directed. Two wooden chairs were already in place and Shirley suddenly realised that this had all been planned. They had been deliberately told the wrong time for the party so that they were bound to arrive late and now they were faced with a takesen crowd of their own colleagues, along with several of the senior girls who were there to act as waitresses.

Shirley and Julian stood by each chair and waited in trepidation as Mr Gallagher and Miss O'Hare strode purposefully towards them. They each sat down on one of the chairs and Shirley looked on in horror as Amy Turner appeared behind Julian, gave him a firm push and he landed across the School Secretary's lap. Before he could recover Miss O'Hare had grabbed his right arm and pulled it up his back to hold him in place. Shirley looked down at her whimpering husband and turned to run but she ran straight into the huge body of the School Janitor. Without a word, he effortlessly picked her up and deposited her over the lap of her own Headmaster, face to face with her worthless husband. The staff crowded round the stage as first Miss O'Hare tugged down Julian's lacy knickers then Mr Gallagher lifted Shirley's short dress and exposed her frilly, pink knickers.

Shirley didn't know if she was more ashamed at the thought her colleagues were staring at her in this state or more scared of the impending spanking but, when the Headmaster tugged down her knickers too, she thought that she would die of embarrassment. That notion was soon dispelled however when Mr Gallagher's big hand landed on her exposed bottom just as Miss O'Hare's did the same to Julian. They both screamed in pain but, facing each other, Shirley saw something else in Julian's eyes. As the smacks rained down on their bums, Shirley could see that Julian was almost enjoying himself and his screams turned into moans of pleasure. The harder Miss O'Hare spanked his red bum, the harder Julian rubbed his tiny penis against her skirt and very soon Miss O'Hare threw him to the floor.

"You miserable worm," she yelled at him. "You've cum on my skirt again. Get out of here before I find some other way to punish you."

Julian pulled up his black knickers, tucking his withering prick inside them, and scurried away. No one noticed that, as all the attention now turned to his wife, he put on his coat and then joined the crowd at the back.

Shirley was now in despair. Her worthless husband had abandoned her; she continued to be spanked and her male colleagues were now joining Mr Gallagher on the stage to get a good, close look at her spanked bottom and she knew they would be able to see her pussy lips between her thrashing legs and maybe even her bum hole. Her female colleagues, her so-called friends, stood below the stage cheering on their Headmaster.

Suddenly the spanking stopped and silence descended on the crowd.

"Mrs West, you have taken the first part of your punishment well but, since your husband has deserted you, I'm afraid we need you to continue to entertain us on your own."

Shirley couldn't imagine the night getting any worse but when Mr Gallagher started to stroke her punished bottom and make his way down to her pussy then she realised what was going to happen. She tried to get away but Mr Gallagher held her in a firm grip.

"Now, now, Mrs West. Your pussy is soaking wet so you know you want this and I know the men here all want you. Each member of staff is going to fuck your cunt as you lay over my lap and if you get too stretched them we can always use your arse."

Shirley tremred in fear but had no time to think about what lay in store for her as she suddenly felt a cock stretching open her pussy and sliding in. She turned her head to see who would do this to her and once again saw Mr Hutchimister, the janitor, still in his overalls. He simply grabbed a hold of her hips and plunged in. He wasn't wasting any time and he wasn't bothering with Shirley. She was just a cunt to fuck and that's what he was going to do. Harder and harder, faster and faster he fucked her until, without warning, his cock swelled deep within her and he shot his spunk into her womb.

He pulled out to a large cheer from the staff below and the senior girls who had now joined them. Shirley's cunt was immediately filled again, this time by Mr Hendermister from the French department. His cock seemed to slide in without resistance as Shirley's spunk-filled pussy got ready for another fucking. Mr Hendermister seemed to enjoy the feeling of another man's cum around his cock and hammered Shirley's poor cunt with ever increasing vigour. In no time at all he came deep within her and Shirley looked round in despair to see the queue of men simply waiting to use her and to fuck her.

One after another they simply moved into position, fucked her and left her gaping pussy filled with spunk. Shirley could do nothing but wriggle on top of her Headmaster's lap but as teacher after teacher fucked her she began to cum in time with them and by the time they were finished she was as floppy as a rag doll. Finally, Mr Gallagher stood up, throwing her on to the floor. She lay there for all her colleagues to see, her dress around her waist, her pussy wide open and dripping spunk and her poor bum still red from her vicious spanking. She was totally unable to resist as Miss O'Hare and the senior girls lifted her off the floor and lay her across the wooden chair. She didn't even respond when Miss O'Hare scooped some of the male teachers' cum from her cunt while Amy Turner pulled her arse cheeks wide. Only when the school secretary started to rub her spunk-covered fingers over Shirley's arse hole did she start to react.

"No, no! Let me go! Let me go!"

But she was too weak to struggle when Amy held her down on the chair and Miss O'Hare inserted one long finger up Shirley's dirtiest, virginal hole.

"Please, please don't. Please!" she pleaded.

Paying no attention to her cries, Miss O'Hare continued to finger fuck Shirley's tight arse. "I think she's ready for you now, Headmaster."

Shirley looked round through her tear streamed eyes and saw her Headmaster, now naked, approach her with menace and lust in his eyes, his hard cock throbbing between his legs.

"You can't expect Mr Gallagher to use the same hole as everyone else, Mrs West. Just relax and enjoy it," suggested Amy.

Shirley tried to struggle some more and clenched her cheeks to protect her tight hole but Amy was now sitting on top of her and reached down to pull her cheeks apart. All the other teachers, both male and female, gathered round to watch their Headmaster fuck their youngest colleague up the arse. Shirley was aware that they could all see her hole between her outstretched cheeks and cried with even greater embarrassment. No one had ever seen there, not even Julian. She would never forgive him for abandoning her like this but she had more immediate worries as she suddenly felt the hard prick of her Headmaster press against her arse hole. She tried to scream again but Miss O'Hare stuffed her frilly pink knickers into her mouth and the Headmaster pushed into her at the other end.

Shirley had never known pain like it as he very slowly filled her arse with one smooth push. When he could feel his balls hit her engorged pussy he rested a moment to savour her dirty hole wrapped around his cock. Shirley tried to scream again when he began to slowly move his hard cock in and out of her used hole. He pushed deeper and deeper so that she thought her insides were going to explode from the unbearable pressure and pain in her belly. Tears streamed down her face as he pushed deeper again and he began to fuck her in earnest.

Slowly Shirley felt the unbearable pressure give way to a sensation of being full which wasn't altogether unpleasant. He reached around her and stuffed his fingers deep into her pussy and the young teacher began to think she might even enjoy this. When she started to push back against him, powering his cock even deeper, her Headmaster knew that she was now enjoying being fucked up the arse for the very first time. He removed his fingers from her pussy and fed them to her, allowing her to feast on the other teachers' spunk and her own juices. Shirley sucked on his fingers hungrily and moved her own hand down to her clit.

The Headmaster no longer needed any restraints and pushed Amy Turner off his now willing victim. He pushed her further over the chair and hammered her arse. He grabbed her hair and pulled back her head. His cock pounded in and out of her no longer tight hole, harder and deeper with each thrust. Shirley knew she was about to cum again and, as another orgasm ripped through her body, she felt warm cum pour into her bowels for the very first time.

Mr Gallagher pulled out of her almost immediately and his cum poured from her ***d hole. Everyone stared in amazement and Shirley was too far gone to even try to hide herself.

"Just a moment, Mr West," shouted the Headmaster to Julian who was now trying to sneak out the back door. "I think your wife's holes need some cleaning."

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Caught by the Lodger


Having split up with my girlfriend about six months before, I was getting a little bored of living on my own. I'm a 29 year old guy living in South London and I thought it would be a good idea to get a lodger. I had a spare room that was empty, the company would be good and the extra money would come in handy. I put an ad in the local newspaper and within a day or two I'd had five responses. I arranged for all the people to come round so they could see the flat and I could check them out. I didn't want to end up sharing my flat with a complete weirdo.

After the first four people had come round I was beginning to think it was a bad idea and maybe I should just give up on the idea. The people who had responded were definitely not my idea of flatmate material. Just as I was thinking this, the doorbell rang and I knew it was my last potential lodger. The moment I opened the door I knew that I wanted Rachel to move in. She was slim, about five feet nine tall with long blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes. She was stylishly dressed in short, red dress that showed off a fantastic pair of legs and she exuded a confidence that I found very sexy. She looked round the flat, asked me a few questions and then said she wanted to move in. I'd hardly had the chance to ask her anything about herself. I didn't even know what she did for a living but I accepted straight away and even offered to help her move her stuff.

The first month or so went well. Rachel had a habit of walking round the house in just a tight white vest and a tiny pair of hotpants. The vest showed off her small but beautifully pert breasts and I couldn't help but stare at times. Sometimes , we'd be sitting eating breakfast together and Rachel's outfit would be so skimpy that I'd have to try and hide my erection. She also had a habit of leaving her underwear drying on radiators around the flat so I became intimately acquainted with her lingerie. We got to know each other a bit but Rachel was quite a private permister. She didn't give much away about her permisteral life. She didn't mention a boyfriend but she would sometimes stay out for the night. I think Rachel knew that I fancied her; she was so gorgeous that I'm sure any man would, and she used this to her advantage. She had me running errands for her and she often pretended to tell me off if I forgot something.

One Saturday, I thought that I was in the flat on my own. Rachel had gone out the previous evening and I hadn't heard her come in. I walked into the bathroom wearing just my dressing gown and there were some of her panties and bras drying on the radiator. I picked up a pair of her panties. They were a pair of pink, silky, three quarter cut panties and I could imagine them not quite covering her bottom. Holding Rachel's panties and thinking of her in them made me instantly aroused and I felt my cock begin to harden. I picked up the matching bra and whilst holding this in my left hand I began to stroke my cock with her panties. The soft silk felt so good against my cock. I closed my eyes and continued to masturbate. I was close to coming when suddenly I heard the snap of a camera shutter. I opened my eyes to see Rachel standing in the doorway taking pictures of me on her phone whilst I masturbated with her panties. My stomach sank. I didn't know how I was going to explain this.

'You dirty little pervert', said Rachel as she continued to take pictures.

I stammered, desperately trying to think of something to say. I couldn't think of anything. I'd been caught red-handed. My cock, which had been rock hard a minute ago, shrivelled in my hand. I mumred something incoherent.

'Shut up!' snapped Rachel, as she walked towards me. I tried to cover my cock but Rachel pulled my hands away.

'Do you like my underwear', she said with a hint of mischief in her voice. 'Do you like that pink set that you were wanking with?'

'Yes', I stammered. 'They're very sexy'.

'Seeing as you like them so much I think you should put them on', she said.

'What! You're not serious?'

'I'm deadly serious' said Rachel 'and I don't think you're in a position to argue. I have pictures of you naked and masturbating with a pair of pink panties. I don't think you'd like it if I put copies up on the internet, would you? Now, put the panties on!'

I didn't see that I had a choice. I stepped into the pink panties and began to pull them up my legs. They were tight as I pulled them up over my cock but the feel of the soft material rubbing against my cock was highly arousing. Before I knew it, my cock sprang back into life and became hard, the tip poking out over the top of the panties. This did not go unnoticed by Rachel. I began to blush, not sure what to do but Rachel had not finished with me yet. In fact, she had barely started.

'Judging by the state of your cock, I'd say you like wearing my panties' she said. 'Now put the bra on too.'

I paused, unsure of what to do. This did not go down well with Rachel. She walked up to me and slapped me hard on my pantied bottom

'Now!', she said.

I picked up the matching pink bra and pulled it up my arms and over my shoulders. Rachel stood behind me and fastened the clasp. She then began to take more photos. She now had photos of me masturbating and of me dressed in a pink bra and panties. She walked around me, looking at me from all angles.

'Not bad,' she said. 'It suits you. I didn't realise you had such a girly figure'. It's true that I am quite slight. I don't have broad shoulders and my stomach's very flat.

Rachel ordered me to bend over. I leant over, resting my hands on the side of the bath for support with my bottom sticking in the air. She began to spank me hard, all the while telling how I was a little pervert and that I needed to be taught a lesmister. My bottom stung as she spanked me and I let out a small whimper. This only egged her on more. She called me a pussy and spanked me even harder. Rachel then ordered me to kneel down on the floor. She picked up the cord from my dressing gown, pulled my hands behind my back and tied my hands together tightly. As I knelt on the floor, Rachel stood in front of me so that my head was in line with her waist. She hitched her skirt up , exposing her panties. These were a pair of white lacy ones. She pulled them to the side, showing me her shaven cunt. My erect cock was stilling sticking out of the top of the pink panties. I couldn't believe how turned on I was.

'I bet you'd like to lick my juicy pussy, wouldn't you?' said Rachel. 'I know you fancy me. I've seen you staring at my tits and ass. How often have you wanked while thinking about me?'

As she said this she slipped a finger inside her pussy and I could see that she was dripping wet. She pulled her finger out and pushed it inside my mouth. I sucked the delicious juices off her finger. She tasted fantastic and I pushed my head forward, eager to bury my face in her wet pussy. Rachel stepped away, out of my reach and then slapped me hard across the cheek.

'You haven't earned the right to lick my pussy', she said, 'but if you agree with everything I'm about to say I might let you eat me out. You see I don't really fancy boys. Girls are so much prettier, their skin is softer and they get to wear such sexy clothes and underwear. The only problem is that I also like cocks. My girlfriends and I do fuck each other with strap-ons but I still crave a good cock fucking from time to time and that's where you come in. You are going to be the perfect solution to my problem. I can see from the state of your cock that you like wearing my panties. They really suit you and you're so slight that I think you'd make a beautiful girl. From now on, I'll dress you up in girls' clothes and you'll be my sissy girlfriend, my sissy girlfriend with a cock, or perhaps my sissy slave depending on my mood'.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She couldn't be serious, could she? I looked up at her and from the look in her eye I could tell that she was. She really wanted to transform me into her sissy.

Rachel leaned down and stroked my cock through the panties. 'I'm not really giving you a choice' she said. 'Either you agree now or these pictures of you in this beautiful pink lingerie set will be all over the internet in no time. Now do you agree? It would be so much easier if you were my willing slave.'

My mind was reeling. She really did want to make me her sissy slave. I looked down at my cock poking out of my panties. I could still taste her juicy pussy on my lips. Right now, it seemed like a price worth paying for the possibility of getting to lick and suck her sweet pussy.

'OK', I whimpered. 'I'll do it.'

'Oh goody', she shrieked. 'This is going to be such fun. Now the first thing is that you need a new name. We can't transform you into a sexy girl if you got a horrible boys name. From now on we'll call you Suzie. Do you like that, Suzie?'

'Yes, Rachel', I said 'It's a sexy name'. I couldn't believe what I was saying. 'Can I lick your pussy now?' I said, trying to restore some sense of my manhood.

'Oh Suzie, you are a horny little sissy. You haven't earned the privilege of my pussy yet but I will give you something else that I think you'll like.'

With me still kneeling on the floor, Rachel took off her skirt and panties so that she was naked from the waist down. She then turned away from me, leant over the bath tub and pushed her beautiful, tight bottom towards me. I knew immediately what she wanted and I began to kiss the cheeks of her ass, first one then the other. Rachel encouraged me, telling me how good it was and how it was turning her on. I then began to lick her crack, running my tongue up and down it slowly. I could tell that she was enjoying it as she began to moan and groan with excitement and I was aware that she had reached down with one hand and was stroking her own pussy. I continued running my tongue up and down and then started to push my tongue hard up against her rosebud, doing my best to push it inside her. This seemed to push her over the edge and she began to orgasm loudly, crying out my new name and telling me what a dirty little sissy I was.

By now I thought that my cock was about to burst but, with my hands still tied behind my back, there was nothing I could do about it. Rachel turned round and pushed her fingers into her wet pussy. Again she pulled them out and pushed them into my mouth allowing me to suck the delicious, sweet juices from them.

'Oh god, Suzie, that was so good. I can see that we're both going to enjoy this. Now I think that we should get started immediately on your transformation. The first thing we need to do is get rid of all this horrible hair on your legs. No-one likes a hairy girl. I'm going to untie your hands and we'll get started on shaving you.'

Suzie untied me and I immediately reached down into my panties and began to stroke my cock. I was so humiliated and yet so turned on. I realised that I'd do anything Rachel told me. I wanted to be her sissy girlfriend and I'd let her do anything she wanted.

'I know you're horny Suzie', said Rachel, 'but you can't just wank whenever you want now. It's not becoming of the girl that you're going to become and from now on you will only come when I give you permission to. Is that clear?'

'Yes', I said in a soft voice. My god, I was even beginning to speak like a girl.

Rachel picked up a can of shaving gel and it turned me on even more as she rubbed it into my legs. She then proceeded to shave all the hair of my legs, leaving them soft and smooth. When she was finished, she ordered me to follow her into her room. She rummaged in her draws and pulled out a pair of black hold-up stockings. She threw them to me and ordered me top put them on. I obeyed without question and I loved the feel of the stockings on my newly-shaved legs.

'Now, we need to get you some girly clothes. The jeans and T-shirts you normally wear, just won't do for a sexy girl. My clothes won't fit you so we'll have to get you a whole new wardrobe.'

She found a tape measure and began to take my measurements. In doing so, she teased me. As she measured my waist she stroked her hand over my cock which made me whimper.

'Now Suzie, I'm going to need your credit card so that I can go out and buy you some lovely girly clothes'

I gave it to her without question. She then told me that she would go to the shops immediately but that she wasn't sure I could be trusted not to masturbate in her absence so she would have to tie me to the bed, which she proceeded to do.

I wasn't exactly sure how long I stayed tied to the bed, wearing pink lingerie and a pair of stockings but it gave me plenty of time to think about my situation. Things had altered dramatically in just a few hours and, though I was loathe to admit it to myself, I was loving it. I'd never been so turned on in my life. I loved the feel of the silky panties against my skin and the way the bra pinched against my skin. I was going to do this. I was going to let Rachel transform me into Suzie – her sissy girlfriend.

Rachel eventually returned and she was laden down with bags. She's obviously given my credit card a serious hammering but I didn't care. I could see that she was as excited as I was as she came into the bedroom and threw the bags on the floor.

'Oh Suzie,' she exclaimed. 'I've bought so many lovely, sexy clothes for you, plus a few things for myself, of course. You're going to look so beautiful that it's making me wet just thinking about it. You've been such a good girl so far that I'm going to let you lick my pussy.

With that, she hurriedly removed all her clothes until she was standing naked at the end of the bed. This was the first time that I had seen Rachel nude and my eyes moved freely over her body. I knew that she had a gorgeous ass and luscious pussy but now I saw her breasts for the first time. They were small, probably no more than an A-cup but they were pert with small, dark nipples. Rachel was obviously horny as hell. I could see the lips of her pussy glistening. I was still tied to the bed and she climbed astride me, slowly moving up the bed until her cunt was poised inches above my face. She slowly lowered herself down onto my face and I set to work, licking her first slowly and then more quickly. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter and as she became more aroused she pushed herself down on to my face and began to buck her hips. She was literally riding my face. I continued to lick and suck to my heart's delight, loving every second. I could hear from her groaning that she was close to orgasm. She pushed down even harder and finally came, her juices shooting out of her pussy and covering my mouth and lips.

'My god, that was amazing, Suzie, you lick my pussy even better than my girlfriends. Now let me untie you and we'll get you dressed in your new clothes'

Rachel untied me and when I was sitting up on the bed, she leant over and kissed me, long and slow.

'Ooh, you taste of my pussy, that's so hot', she said 'Now strip off that bra and panties and let's dress you up.'

Rachel rummaged in the bags, pulled out a matching set off lacy, black underwear, handed them to me and ordered me to put them on. The panties were a black thong, the perfect size for me. I stepped into them, pulled them up my legs and felt the material fitting snugly between the cheeks of my bottom. Rachel helped me into the matching bra and fastened it for me. She then pulled out a pair of fake, silicone breasts and placed them in the cups, giving me an instant set of breasts.

'B cup, Suzie', she laughed, 'your tits are bigger than mine!'

Next was a suspender belt and stockings. I stood and looked at myself in the mirror. I was starting to look like a girl.

'Now every girl loves shoes', said Rachel, pulling out a pair of stilettos. These could only be described as fuck-me shoes. They were black with thin straps and 4 inch heels and they were in my size. I felt like Cinderella as Rachel slid them onto my feet and fastened them. I stood up and nearly fell over immediately. Rachel giggled. 'You'll get the hang of them. Now walk up and down in them. I want to see you.'

I teetered off down the hall in my new lingerie and fuck-me shoes. After a few tries I started to get the hang of it and I noticed that my ass was swinging from side-to-side as I walked. First the clothes, then the girly voice, now I was even beginning to walk like a girl.

'It's starting to come together, Suzie. Before you get fully dressed, we need to put some make-up on you. Then you'll be even more girly'.

Rachel sat me down at her dressing table and proceeded to do my make-up for the very first time, explaining what she was doing as she went along. First was a layer of foundation, then she put on mascara and eye liner, choosing quite a dark colour as she told me she was going for a sultry look. After she had applied a layer of dark-red lipstick I thought she had finished but Rachel then pulled out a wig. It was a dark-brown colour, very close to my natural colour, except that my hair was short and this had long, flowing locks

'This will have to do until your hair grows,' she told me as she put it on me and arranged my hair.

When I looked in the mirror I couldn't believe what I saw. Gone was the bloke and instead I saw a beautiful, sexy woman.

Rachel was obviously pleased with her handiwork as she began to take more pictures of me.

'Nearly there' she told me. 'Now we just need to get you dressed. After all, a girl can't spend all her time in her underwear'.

Rachel grabbed another shopping bag and started to pull clothes from it. First she chose a pleated back mini-skirt and told me to put it on. Again, it fitted perfectly although to say it was short was an understatement. It barely covered the tops of my stockings. She then gave me a short sleeved red blouse. I slipped into it and began to button it up. The blouse was tight and I could only just fasten it. Rachel told me not to do it up all the way, telling me that I should show a bit of cleavage.

'You're done', she said. I looked in the mirror and giggled like a girl.

'Thank you, Rachel,' I said. 'I love it.'

You're welcome Suzie' she said, pulling me towards her so that she could kiss me again. As our lips met Rachel's hand slipped underneath my skirt and stroked my cock through my new panties. Needless to say I was hard again. Rachel hadn't allowed me to come yet. I still felt like I was about to burst.

'Why don't you fix us a couple of takes', she said. 'All this dressing up is thirsty work. No boy takes though, no beer. Make us a couple of nice girly martinis. When you get back, we'll begin your training.'

I walked off to the kitchen in my high heels, sneaking another look at my new girly self in the mirror as I passed. I had to admit that I looked hot and I was loving it. I wanted to be Suzie and I wanted to be Rachel's sissy girlfriend. I was completely under her spell and I knew that I'd do whatever she commanded, whatever it was.

I didn't have to wait long to find out what Rachel had in mind for me. After I had fixed the takes I brought them back to the bedroom. Rachel had changed into some sexy black lingerie, similar to mine. She had her back to me and I took the opportunity to gaze longingly at her long legs and pert bottom. She slowly turned around and I found out what she had in store for me next. Strapped around her, and matching the colour of her black panties, was a six-inch strap on.

'You may have bigger breasts than me Suzie, but I've got a bigger cock. Now get on your knees and suck my cock!'

I fell to my knees immediately and edged towards Rachel. I began by kissing the end of her cock lightly, not quite sure what to do.

'You can do better than that Suzie', said Rachel. 'You licked my pussy so well, now show what a good little cocksucker you are'.

With that, she pushed her cock into my mouth and I began to suck it, slowly working my way down its length. As I sucked harder and harder and took more of it in my mouth, I could feel my own cock hardening. Rachel reached down and put her hands on my head, powering my mouth further down her cock. I reached round and placed both my hands on her bottom, squeezing and stroking her. Rachel began to move her hips, powering more of her cock into my mouth, to the point where I was close to gagging but I continued to suck her as she groaned and fucked my face.

After some time, she ordered me to stop. I did as I was told but found that I didn't want to stop. I took her strap-on out of my month but continued to hold it and kiss the tip as I kneeled at Rachel's feet.

'My god, you're such a little sissy slut', said Rachel, 'do you like my cock?'

'Yes, Rachel. I love it and I love being your sissy', I replied in my most girly voice.

Rachel then ordered me to take off my skirt and blouse. I stripped them off and stood in front of her in my new underwear.

'Now take off your panties and get on all fours'

I obeyed immediately and knelt on the bed with my bottom sticking in the air. I knew what was coming and I also knew that I wanted it. Rachel seemed to sense this.

'What do you want Suzie?' she asked.

'I want you to fuck me Rachel. I want you to fuck my ass with your beautiful cock. Treat me like the sissy I am. Fuck me, please', I implored.

I felt a cold sensation as Rachel squeezed lube on to my ass and then the moment I had been waiting for as her strap-on pushed against my asshole. There was am moment of resistance before she penetrated me. I gasped at the pain as her cock entered me but this quickly turned to pleasure as she fucked me slowly, pushing more of her cock into me with each thrust. Rachel grabbed hold of my ass and began to push into me more powerfully. I began to let out groans and whimpers of pleasure, girly sounds that I didn't know I was capable of making. This encouraged Rachel and she began to talk dirty to me.

'You're such a slut Suzie. Do you like being fucked by your new girlfriend?

'Oh fuck, yes', I groaned, 'please don't stop'.

Rachel had no intention of stopping and she continued to fuck me, pounding my ass harder and harder. She reached around and my hard cock jumped as she wrapped her fingers around it. She began to stroke my cock as she fucked me. This was more than I could take and with an almighty wail I came, shooting my load all over the bed in the most intense orgasm I'd ever experienced. Rachel pulled out of me and I collapsed down on the bed, physically shaking with pleasure. Rachel lay down next to me. She kissed me passionately, running her hands over my body.

'You and I are going to have so much fun together Suzie. This is just the beginning.'

Over the next few months Rachel continued my training. She was determined to transform me, in her own words, into 'the perfect sissy slut girlfriend', and I was only too happy to go along with it.

There are a strict set of rules that I have to follow. I am allowed to wear my male clothes when I'm out of the house but must also wear a pair of panties underneath. When I get home I must change into my girly clothes immediately. Rachel is still choosing these clothes for me but I'm pleased to say that our tastes in this regard are similar. She likes me to dress a bit slutty so I usually put on stockings and high heels with either a short skirt or a tight dress, not forgetting my favourite part – the gorgeous, sexy lingerie. Rachel has taught me to put on my own make-up and I have also grown my hair long enough that I don't have to wear a wig anymore.

Why do I love this so much? I still can't quite believe it but when I slip on a pair of panties or pull a stocking up my leg, I become almost instantly aroused, my cock springs to attention immediately. My demeanour changes too, my voice softens and I start to act all girly. Most days I can't wait to get home so that I can dress up in sexy, girly clothes, turn myself into Suzie and see what Rachel has in store for me.

Of course, Rachel can be quite strict with me at times. If I fail to follow one of her orders correctly, she is not averse to punishing me. Sometimes, she'll put me over her knee, pull down my panties and spank my bottom with her bare hand. Other times, if I've really disappointed her, she'll make me bend over and use her new riding crop on me, whipping my ass so hard that I wince with pain whilst she tells me what a bad sissy I am and how she's doing it for my own good. I have to admit that I love being punished by her so I sometimes do something that I know will earn me a spanking. I know that Rachel likes it too as her pussy is always hot and wet after she's disciplined me.

I came home one evening recently to find that Rachel had company. I walked into the lounge to find her sitting on the sofa next to a tall, voluptuous brunette who was introduced to me as Megan. We made small talk for a minute or two and I took the opportunity to take in Megan's beautiful body. She was well-endowed up top and the short skirt she was wearing showed off her long, shapely legs. She and Rachel were sitting very close to each other on the sofa and Megan's hand was resting on Rachel's leg.

'Aren't you forgetting something?' asked Rachel, looking at me with a steely gaze. 'I think you need to change out of those work clothes and into something more appropriate.'

I looked back at her. She wasn't serious, was she? I was comfortable being dressed as Suzie in front of her but had never dressed up in front of anyone else. I looked at her, not quite knowing what to do but it was clear from the look in her eye that she wasn't joking.

'Don't be scared. Megan knows all about our agreement and she can't wait to meet Suzie'

'Of course', I mumred and left the room, blushing furiously. I wasn't particularly comfortable with this idea but I knew that I would do it. I didn't really have it in me to disobey Rachel and besides, although I was embarrassed at the idea, the thought of it also turned me on. The erection in my trousers was ample evidence of that.

I walked into the bedroom, thinking I'd take a couple of minutes to compose myself. Lying on the bed was a note from Rachel saying, 'Put this on!', and underneath it was a French Maid's outfit. It was a short black satin dress with a white lacy apron tied around it and a thick underskirt that caused it to ruffle out. Next to the dress were a pair of fishnet stockings, a suspender belt and my favourite pair of tarty black stilettos. Rachel seemed to be able to read my mind. I'd always found this kind of costume very sexy. I just never thought that I'd be the one wearing it!

I started by stripping of my male clothes and going over to my underwear draw to choose some lingerie to wear. I had quite a selection to choose from now and it took me a few moments to decide. It had to be black, I thought, but should I go for panties or a thong? I ended up choosing the thong and felt that now-familiar thrill as I pulled them up my legs and the string slipped between the cheeks of my ass. Next, I chose a matching black bra and slipped my silicone breasts inside. I then pulled the stockings slowly up my legs and fastened them to the suspender belt. This never failed to turn me on and sure enough my erect cock was now peeking out of the top of my thong. I tucked it back in and paused for a moment to look at myself in the mirror. I still couldn't quite believe how feminine I looked and felt while dressed like this. Rachel had had me on a strict diet over the past few months. I'd shed a few pounds and my figure was now even more girly than it had been before.

I sat down at the dressing table and applied my make-up – foundation, mascara, eye liner and lipstick. Next, I fixed my hair into a more feminine style then put on the necklace that Rachel had bought me recently, a silver chain with the my girly name 'Suzie' spelled out at the bottom.

Next came the moment I'd been looking forward to. I picked up the dress, running my hands over the satin material. I stepped into it and pulled it up over my body. Like everything that Rachel chose for me it was a perfect fit. I zipped up the back, slipped my high heels on and looked in the mirror. I had to admit that I looked pretty hot and I hoped that Rachel and Megan would be pleased. I stepped out of the bedroom wondering what was in store for me.

I walked into the lounge to find that Rachel and Megan were kissing passionately on the sofa. I knew that Rachel liked girls but this was the first time that I'd ever seen her with one. They were both clearly enjoying the kiss and didn't notice that I'd entered the room. I stood there awkwardly in my maid's outfit for a few moments, watching them kiss and becoming even more aroused, until finally they noticed me.

'Wow', said Megan, as she looked at me, 'I can't believe it. Rachel told me you were hot, Suzie, but I didn't think you'd be so feminine. Are you sure you're a sissy and not a real girl?'

I felt completely tongue-tied, not knowing what to say. Rachel stood up, walked towards me and kissed me on the lips, her hand slipping under my dress and stroking my ass as she did so. She then lifted up my dress revealing the bulge in my panties to Megan.

'Here she is, my beautiful sissy Suzie. I'm glad you approve. I think we're going to have a lot of fun tonight because not only is Suzie beautiful, she's also a total slut.'

The two girls giggled as I continued to stand there, embarrassed and yet completely turned on.

'Well don't just stand there Suzie', said Rachel, 'you're our maid tonight. You'll be serving both Megan and me. You will address us as Miss Rachel and Miss Megan and you'll do whatever ever either of us commands. You can start by going to the kitchen and fixing us a couple of takes.'

'Yes, Miss Rachel. Right away', I muttered demurely. I then curtsied and left the room. I couldn't believe that I'd curtsied. I'd never done that before in my life. It just went to show how transformed I was when I became Suzie.

I returned a few minutes later with two freshly made martinis on a tray. Rachel and Megan were kissing again. They'd now both removed their outer clothes and were stripped down to their underwear. Rachel was wearing the very same pink lingerie set that she'd first caught me rubbing against my cock all those months before. The three-quarter cut panties showed off her toned legs and firm bottom, while the matching bra pushed up her small, pert breasts. Whereas Rachel's figure was slim, almost boy-like, Megan was much curvier. She was wearing an expensive-looking black and red bra and thong set. She also wore black stockings and knee-high, stilletoed boots.

'What took you so long?' said Rachel, 'were you playing with your little cock in the kitchen?'

'No, Miss Rachel, I...'

'Shut up!' she interrupted, 'we're not interested in your excuses. I told Megan that you were well-trained and you've shown me up already. You'll have to be punished.

'Get on your hands and knees'

I did as I was told immediately, eager to please Rachel, who gave me a hard slap on the ass and then ordered me to crawl over to Megan and lick her boots.

As I crawled across the floor, my dress rode up, exposing my bare bottom. I then had to stick my ass in the air as I leant down and began to kiss and lick the soft leather of Megan's boots. As I carried on with my task, working my way up and down each of her boots in turn, I glanced up at her standing above me, glorying in the beauty of that part of her body between the tops of her stockings and her panties. Her skin was alabaster white and as I looked up I saw her rubbing her pussy through the soft material of her panties.

The punishment for my tardiness did not stop there though. I was next ordered to bend over the side of the sofa. My hands were bound behind my back and Rachel then produced her riding crop, handing it to Megan with a smile.

'Would you like to whip my sissy? Rachel asked her.

Megan did not need to be asked twice and she immediately set to work, whacking my ass with the riding crop harder than I'd ever been spanked before. She must have hit me a dozen times before she stopped and turned to Rachel.

'This is making me so horny', she said.

Rachel and Megan began to kiss again, this time with their hands running over each other's bodies. They moved round to the sofa in front of me and I watched as Rachel unclipped Megan's bra, revealing her breasts in all their glory. She began to lick and suck them, then took a nipple between her teeth and bit down gently. This seemed to drive Megan wild and I watched as she pushed Rachel's head down between her legs. I watched as Rachel kissed the insides of her thighs and let out a small groan as she pulled down Megan's panties, exposing her glistening wet pussy. Rachel set to work, kissing her softly at first and then pushing her tongue into Megan's cunt and running it up and down. I was captivated by what I saw as Rachel licked harder and harder, urged on by Megan, until she climaxed with an almighty scream. Rachel then pulled away and came over to me. To my delight, she kissed me slowly, allowing me to take in the delicious taste of Megan's pussy on her lips.

Megan was now on her hands and knees on the sofa, her ass sticking in the air. Rachel ordered me to shuffle over towards her. It was difficult with my hands still tied behind my back but I knew what was coming and my cock was hard again in my panties.

'Kiss my ass, Suzie', said Megan, 'show me what a good little sissy slut you are'.

'Yes, Miss Megan. Right away, Miss Megan'.

Rachel then pushed my head towards Megan's ass and I began to kiss the cheeks of her ass gently.

'This is no time for foreplay, you sissy bitch', shouted Megan, 'use your tongue now!'

I ran my tongue along her crack and found her tight asshole. I kissed it and pushed the flat of my tongue hard against it. I then flicked the edges lightly with my tongue before proceeding to push my tongue inside her. As I probed Megan's ass with my tongue, I felt her pushing back against me so that my tongue went in even further. At the same time Rachel was pushing my head down so that my face was buried between the cheeks of Megan's ass.

Struggling to breathe, I continued to tongue her ass as Megan reached down between her legs and stroked herself to another orgasm. After coming, she collapsed back onto the sofa, breathing heavily and with a big smile on her face.

'How was it' Rachel asked Megan.

'God, she's such a slut', replied Megan, 'such a beautiful filthy slut. But now I want to see if she's as good at sucking cocks as she is at licking asses'.

Both Rachel and Megan then attached their strap-ons. Rachel's was about six inches in length. It was the one she always used and it had been buried in my ass many times. Megan, however, was wearing a strap-on that must have been closer to 10 inches in length. It was huge and I couldn't take my eyes off it. I was both frightened and excited by the thought of Megan using that beast on me.

'Do you like my cock, Suzie?' said Megan, seeing me staring at it, 'do you want to suck it. If you do you'll have to beg'.

'Miss Megan' I whimpered in my best girly voice, 'please let me suck your cock.'

'You'll have to do better than that' said Rachel, slapping me hard across the cheek.

'Please Miss Megan, let me suck your beautiful cock. I want it so much. Let me show you what a good little cocksucker I am. Let me show you what a sissy slut I am. Please let me suck it'.

This seemed to be the kind of begging that the girls had in mind and I did not have to wait much longer. Megan grabbed my head and powerd her cock into my mouth. I licked and sucked as she powerd more and more of the hard rubber cock into my mouth. She held my head and fucked my face as I knelt on the floor in front of her. Megan then pulled out and Rachel pushed her cock into my mouth instead and I did the same to her. I spent some time alternating between the two cocks, sucking one then the other. A few minutes later as I was sucking Rachel, Megan somehow managed to push her strap on into my mouth too so that I was sucking two hard rubber cocks at the same time. My mouth was open as wide as it could be and I struggled not to gag as they pumped my mouth in unimister. As I looked up, it was clear that both Rachel and Megan were highly aroused. They were kissing passionately again and running their hands over each other's bodies as I sucked their cocks.

The girls then pulled out of my mouth, untied my hands and ordered me to kneel on the floor again. Rachel sat down on the sofa in front of me, casually stroking her rubber cock, while Megan moved behind me. I knew what was coming and I ached for it.

'What do you want Suzie?' she asked.

'Oh god! Fuck me please, Miss Megan. Stick your big cock inside me and fuck me hard like the sissy slut I am'

This seemed to be the answer she had wanted as I immediately felt a cold sensation as she squeezed lube on my bare ass and a second later felt the tip of her huge strap-on against my hole. Her cock was so big that I wasn't sure that I could take it. I could feel it banging against me, trying to get inside me. Megan had no such worries though and with a powerful thrust, she plunged the monster cock inside me. I gasped in both pleasure and pain as she began to fuck me and tell me what a slut I was. Rachel also wanted to be a part of the action and she motioned that I should suck her cock as Megan slammed me from behind. Of course, i was only too happy to comply.

I would never have believed it a few months ago but I was in heaven. I was on my hands and knees, dressed in a kinky French Maid's outfit. One beautiful woman was fucking me in the ass, whilst another made me suck her cock. I groaned and moaned in pleasure, the sounds muffled by the strap-on cock in my mouth.

'Don't you dare come Suzie' said Rachel, 'we haven't finished with you yet'.

It took a huge amount of willpower not to come. Ripples of pleasure were coursing through me but I knew that Rachel and Megan must have further plans for me so I concentrated furiously on doing as I was told.

The girls then ordered me to lie on my back on the floor. They both removed their strap-ons and Rachel took my cock out of my panties. They both laughed at the sissy's erect cock. Rachel then lowered herself down on to my cock enclosing its hardness within her tight yet soft pussy. Meanwhile Megan squatted over my face and as Rachel began to ride me, Megan lowered herself down so that my face was buried in her wet pussy. I licked and sucked at her sweet, wet cunt, flicking her clit with my tongue. The room was filled with the sounds of sucking and fucking, as well the moans and groans coming from the three of us. I knew that I wouldn't be able to prevent myself from coming for much longer but I needn't have worried too much. At the moment I could hold on no longer, I heard simultaneous shrieks of orgasm as I pumped my come into Rachel's pussy and felt Megan's juices shoot all over my face as she too came.

As I lay exhausted and shaking on the floor, there was one final surprise in store for me. Megan stood up and Rachel eased herself off my cock. Rachel did not stand up though. Instead she moved up my body and placed her come-filled pussy over my mouth.

'You're such a good cock-sucker, it's about time you had a mouth full of spunk. Now, lick me clean'.

I set to work on her pussy, licking up my own come as it slipped out of her pussy. As Rachel ground down on my face I heard Megan turn to her and ask if she could borrow me some time in the future.

'Of course', said Rachel, I think Suzie would benefit from some training from you'.

Suddenly, I felt like I should leave, so I got up and said, "You know, I've got to check in with my job...I just remembered. I'll talk to you later, Lloyd." He started to speak, but I was already at the door and on the way to my own place. I was definitely freaked out and started questioning myself. Why was I so enraptured over seeing his cock in front of me? I definitely wanted to touch it, but was afraid to. This was something I needed to work out with myself.

I didn't see Lloyd for a couple of days. He was probably shocked at my reaction, too. I didn't want him to feel bad, but I needed to feel myself out. Finally, he came by on the third day in the morning, when I was off from work.

"I wanted to apologize about the other day," he said. "I don't know what came over me. It's been so long since I've had any company like that."

"It's ok. I just got a little freaked out, I think. Don't worry about it. I've never done that before," I said.

"Neither have I," he said. "I just got caught up in the moment. Listen, I'm having a problem with my power. Is your power on?" he asked.

"Yeah, my power is fine. Is yours out?" I asked.

"Yes, I don't know what happened. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?" he asked.

I agreed, and throwing on a pair of shorts and some flip flops, I went over to his place again. Upon entering, he gave me a small glass of juice. I started to turn him down, but he insisted, "Please, you're helping me out. Have a take." So I sipped on it, but he insisted I take the whole thing down, so I shot down the rest of it. It seemed a little odd, but I didn't want to offend. It took a few minutes, but it looked like a fuse had burnt out. It took a little while, but he was able to locate some fuses, and I replaced it.

By this time, I started to feel a little more tired than usual and fuzzy-headed. Thinking it might just be a little headrush from standing up too fast, I tried to collect myself. I swooned a little. Lloyd said, "You alright? Here, set down here for a moment," and led me to the couch before the TV.

I said, "I'm ok, I think. Just a little woozy." The room spun a little.

He said, "It's alright. Just relax for a few minutes. Here, let me turn the TV on for you." As he did, I began to feel more relaxed, almost euphoric. I heard moaning coming from the TV, and then I noticed that he had put on a porno. I watched in complete attention and the display before me. Suddenly I felt a flood of warmth in my groin and my cock began to swell. "Yeah, this is a good one, too. Would love to fuck this girl," he said. I looked over at him rubbing his crotch and he looked over at me. The visual gave me flashback to the last time I was on this couch, but now I wasn't as disturbed by it. My penis throbbed in my shorts, and I adjusted myself. The touch of my own hand to my crotch felt wonderful. I began rubbing myself in earnest.

"Yeah, that looks good, don't it? It's making me hard, too," he said as he stood before the TV and myself. I looked over at him and he unzipped his fly and pulled out his massive cock. He was again, semi-erect and thick. He proceeded to take his pants and shirt off until he stood next to me completely naked. He stroked his stiffening penis as he watched the video. I was in rapture at the sight of it, completely frozen. My hand sorry moved toward my crotch and started rubbing my hardening cock through my pants. "You like looking at this, don't you?" he asked.

He turned toward me and stepped closer with his beautiful, thick cock leading the way. He still had a frail look about him with the skinny legs and protruding belly, but his cock looked virile and strong. "Why don't you reach out and touch it?" he asked.

I started to shake it out of my stupor, and come to. Here was this man with a giant cock in my face. I needed to get up. I stood, and turned, lumbering toward what I thought was the door, but turned toward his hallway. "Where you going? Here, let's go this way!", he said, grabbing me from behind and pushing me toward the bedroom. I tried to resist, but I was still dizzy, and he ended up being stronger than I thought. As I again tried to turn back, he pushed my against a wall in the hallway. I felt his cock pushing against me as he pressed himself to my back, trapping me into the wall. I felt weak and fuzzy-headed. He said, "Just relax, mister. I think you need to lay down. Let's go this way." With that, he pushed me through the bedroom doorway and into the small bedroom.

He spun me around and I fell backward onto the bed. I sat up immediately, but he pushed me back down easily. He had a TV in the bedroom, and snatching the remote off the bedside table, he turned it on. There was an image of an older guy with a huge cock on it. From the living room, I could still hear the howls of a girl being fucked relentlessly.

"Wait...wait," I said as I tried to clear my head. Everything was fuzzy and the room spun if I closed my eyes. "What are you doing to me, Lloyd?" I asked. I sat back up on the bed and he immediately stood before me, one hand grasping his massive penis. Still not completely rigid, it seemed to throb in his hand. Huge veins encircled the loose foreskin encasing it, and it fell away from the bulbous cockhead within. I was truly envious of it, but repulsed at the same time as he pointed it at me.
"Why don't you lay back for a minute. You look tired," he said. He then pushed me with his free hand and I fell back upon the bed again. I was still unable to get my bearings, much less fight back, and then I felt him unbutton my shorts and roughly yank them off. My hands immediately went to grab them but he swatted them away as I could scarcely sit up straight without effort. My dick popped out as I lay there naked from the waist down. I rolled over to try and get up that way, but he pushed me down on my stomach.

"Yes, that's a good idea. You stay just like that," he said. I heard his night table open and then he placed his large hand on my back, pressing me down. I turned my head back toward him, and saw him squeezing a bottle of what had to be lubricant onto his cock, and then felt him slather some around my anus. Alarm bells were again ringing in my head and my fight-or-flight response took over. With one last burst of lucidity, I pushed off the bed as hard as I could, but he grabbed me around the chest and fell on top of me. All his weight was on my back and I felt his slick tool on my ass cheeks.

"I haven't been with a girl in a long time. Today, you're going to be my girl," he said. I felt his hand searching between my ass cheeks, making it slick, and then felt his massive cock searching for my hole.

"No, wait! Stop! Please don't do this!" I said.

He cut me off, saying, "Shh, it'll be fine. I know you want my cock, so I'm going to give it to you." I felt pressure in my rectum, and knew that he was now trying to power his huge cock inside me. I twisted underneath him, but he held me fast into the bed. Finally it began to slip inside me.

The pain was a shock through my body. He gasped, "Oh yeah, that's good" as he slowly advanced his cock into my open ass. I tried not to move, lest the pain increase. "That's it, mister. Just relax your muscles. You're doing fine," he said. I tried to clench my cheeks together, but he just pushed deeper into me. He only advanced an inch at a time, but even that was excrutiating.

I moaned in response and he spoke in my ear, "You want my cock, don't you?"

"No, please stop," I said as I clenched my fists into the sheets.

"Oh, you will. You just need to get used to it. Your ass feels so hot," he said. He pulled back a little and then advanced his cock further through another sphincter. I gasped and grunted as another wave of pain shot through me. He slowly pulled back and would push deeper into my bowels with each stroke. I began to adjust to his strokes inside of me and the endorphins started kicking in. The pain wasn't as sharp, and there were bits of pleasure to it. He continued to power his entire weight on top of me and had his left arm wrapped around my chest, and his right hand on my hip as he carefully impaled me with his enormous cock.

"You want this dick, don't you, mister?" he asked again.

"No, Lloyd, please stop," I responded, a little less enthusiastically.

He began to slowly increase his pace, pulling back and then advancing further. I felt his belly against my lower back push into me as his hips moved piston-like back and forth. I grunted in time with his strokes, and he panted with them in time with me. His sweat began to drip onto my back and I felt his breath hot in my ear.

"That's it. You're taking my dick. Do you want it inside you?" he asked again.

I could only moan in response as he increased his pace further. The feeling of him fucking me was actually starting to feel good. I wasn't going to admit it, but I did enjoy feeling his cock inside me. My own dick throbbed beneath me and strained for release. The sounds of sex around me only added to the sensory overload I was feeling. He asked me again, in-between breaths, almost growling, "Do you want my cock?"

I didn't want to give him the satisfaction, but the ecstasy was coursing through me. "No! Oh god, oh god," was all I could say in response-I was repulsed and excited at the same time. "No! Stop!" I repeated as he now began to ravage my ass. His incredible tool plunged in and out of me now and I could feel his hips slap my ass with each stroke just as it would if I was fucking a girl in the same way.

"Tell me! Tell me you want this cock!" he shouted as he plunged in and out of me.

"No...Oh, God, please..." I said in response, my face buried into the mattress. He pushed deeper into me and finally I felt his hot groin grinding in to my sweaty buttocks. His own sweat dripped onto my back, and something about that image was sending me around the bend. With each thrust of his cock, my rectum accepted him and now my hips moved in time with his.

"Yes...you want this dick, don't you, boy? Tell me you want it. Do you want my cock inside you?" he said.

I could only moan in response, "Oh God, oh God," with each mammoth stroke. The feeling was intoxicating, adding to the takesen feeling that already enveloped me.

"Say it! You want this cock! Say it!" he shouted, quickening his pace, ramming into me with abandon.

Finally I was overcome and shouted back, "Yes! I want your cock!" He continued to fuck me harder, and I shouted louder still with each thrust, screaming, "Yes, yes! Fuck me!"

"That's right, mister. You're my bitch now. You take this cock, you little bitch. You take my fat cock in your ass!"

He was right. I was his now. I wanted him to continue fucking me and I was takes on his massive cock. The sweat lubricated him on top of me. Suddenly he pulled out. I gasped deeply at the sudden void inside my stretched out ass. He grabbed me roughly and flipped me onto my back, and lifted my legs, pulling them around his waist, just as he would to a girl. I didn't fight him, but lay there waiting for him to enter me again.

"That's it. That's it. You me to fuck you like a girl, don't you? You're my girl, now. I'm going to take your pussy, now," he said, and pushed his cock back into me. I tightened my legs around his thick waist and he began to push in and out of me again. There was the return of him passing my sphincter and then into the depths of my bowels as he lengthened his pace and pulled my hips close to his. I wrapped my legs around his back as best I could, trying to emulate girls I'd had sex with before. It wasn't easy, so he grabbed my thighs and held them as he rammed into me. "Take it! Take this dick!" he shouted at me. "You're my little bitch aren't you? Take this cock like a little bitch, boy!" he said.

"Yes! Fuck me!" I shouted. "Fuck my ass! Make me your bitch!"

"That's better," he said. "You're going to take my cum, bitch. I'm going to shoot it in your mouth and you're going to take it all!" His face drew into a grimace and his grunting became louder and more deliberate. He then pulled out and grabbed his throbbing tool with one hand and with the other; he grabbed me by the shoulder, pulling me into a sitting position at the edge of the bed. "Here it comes!" he said, and he shoved his glistening cock into my face. His hand then moved to my hair, and he growled, "Open your mouth!"

His stroking stopped and he gripped and pulled the hair on the back of my head, pointing my face upward. The sharp pain made me see stars, but I sat there prostrate to his will. He grunted loudly, holding his thick penis inches from my face, and a slow stream of viscous white semen poured onto my chin, briefly stopped, and then with a sound like someone being punched in the gut, his cock jerked and spewed jets of his cum splattering onto my face. I gasped, and as I did, he shoved his still throbbing tool into my mouth, where the cum sprayed the back of my throat and began the leak out of my mouth. I gagged on it, but still he maintained his grip on my hair and kept his cock in my mouth, milking the last drops of his juice onto my tongue. I had no desire to swallow it, but I at least did his bidding.

He released my hand from my hair and his cock from my mouth, and I fell backward onto the bed. "Yeah", he said, "Yeah that was good. You need some practice, but you did real well. Let's get you cleaned up."

He walked into the adjacent bathroom, grabbed a towel and wiped my face and chest with it. The sound of sex still wafted through the halls of his condo. He turned off the TV in the bedroom, and then walking out, did the same with his other TV. I drifted in and out of consciousness, forgetting where I was momentarily as I would come to. Finally I began to become more lucid and when I was more fully awake, noticed I was laying across a strange bed, had my clothes on, and recognized that I felt a little fuzzy.

"Oh, you're awake," said Lloyd.

I came to and sat erect. "Um, yeah. Why am I over here?" I said.

"Well, you came to fix my electrical box, and then you started feeling dizzy, so I let you lay down in here. You alright?"

I rubbed my head, "Yeah, I guess so. I don't know what happened. Maybe I should head home," I said.

"Ok, well let me help you up. You sure you're alright, now?" he asked, helping me to my feet.

"Yeah, I'm ok," I said. He walked me to the door, and then I walked next door toward my own place, and plopped down onto my couch, my head still spinning. I remembered helping with his circuit breakers and remembered not feeling well, but little else. There were flashes of naked people having sex across the shattered landscape of my memory, but nothing seemed to fit appropriately. One thought did not mesh with any other, like a strange dream with a very short attention span.

I rose and hope that a shower would help me out, so I started it, stripped down and walked into the hot stream across my body. The flashes came and went, but still nothing could be made of it. One thing kept replaying in my mind, however. The thought of cocks kept running though my head. It didn't make sense to me. I vaguely remembered a porno movie that either I had seen or perhaps that Lloyd had on at his place, so I figured the images must be from that. The images of nude women ran through my mind fleetingly, but each time the thought of a penis flashed across me, it was like a flashlight hitting me in the eyes in a dark room. My own cock twitched in response to the image. I had never felt myself have this reaction to seeing another man's package. How many pornos had I seen of nude men and women, with only brief curiosity of the guy's tool on the screen? This was different. The thought definitely seemed to excite me.

I finished my shower, toweled off and threw on some shorts. I dropped heavily onto my bed and drifted off to relax, where more images of sexual exploits spun through my brain like little tornadoes, here one second, gone the next until, spent, I drifted off to a motionless deep relax.

The next morning I woke feeling rested, which was a stark contrast to the way I felt before I ******. I still was a little confused at what had happened, but had no clear recollection. I decided to forget about it, and walked into the living room and sat down before my computer to check email and other assorted things.

I spun through my normal news website and saw nothing significant was happening in the world, and noticed no one had decided I was important enough to email. Bored much sooner than I'd expected, I just browsed around the web before finally settling on a porn site that I frequented.

Pulling up the usual images and videos was barely registering a twitch between my legs, so I started looking around areas I didn't normally investigate. There were masturbation videos and assorted fetish clips, but still nothing excited me. About to give up and go for a run, I came across the male section and stopped. This was a portion of the website dedicated to solo male masturbation for the most part. As I pulled up a couple of videos, I began to feel a familiar stir in my boxers. I began focusing on the cocks on the screen before me being stroked and played with. My free hand went down to caress my own stiffening cock.

I cycled through video after video, searching out larger and larger dicks. Circumcised, uncircumcised, shaved, and hairy; some attracted me more than others. Finally, I started watching one with an apparently older guy. He was uncircumcised, quite large and mostly hairless. I focused on how the foreskin moved up and down as he stroked himself. It didn't last long, and he finally came in a small fountain, dripping down his hand and the shaft of his cock. My own dick was rock hard at this point as I watched him spew his load and I found myself stroking my own dick watching another man stroke his. No women, no sex, not even any sound. As I thought about it, I was a little ashamed of myself, but figured that it's not like it was common knowledge. Still, it was undeniable that it turned me on.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door and I was snapped out of my soul searching. I stood up and immediately realized I was wearing only boxers, and with a raging hard-on, it didn't conceal very much. I peaked around the corner and saw through the rectangular window aside the door, that it was Lloyd. I wondered what he needed repairing now. Thinking that it was only another guy, I simply adjusted myself so that my left arm pressed my hard-on into myself, hoping he wouldn't notice. And if he did, it's just another guy.

I opened the door a little less than halfway and greeted him. "Hi there. I just wanted to thank you for helping me out yesterday and to make sure you were alright. You looked a little bit woozy when you left," he said.

"Oh, I'm ok. Thanks for asking. I just woke up a little bit ago and I feel fine. I'm not really sure what happened, but it seems like everything's ok," I said.

"Well, good. I'd hate for something to happen to my permisteral repairman." He chuckled as he said it. I must have still been waking up and was a little slow to get the joke. I powerd a little laugh in response, shifting my weight.

Scratching my head, I said, "Well, if you need anything, just let me know," and stepped back to close the door. He thanked me again, pausing a little as he walked away. I closed the door and as I turned, I realized that as I was talking to him, I changed hands while speaking. My semi-hard penis was poking straight out of my boxers. I wondered if he noticed, but I shrugged it off.

The day went on. I had errands to run and people to see. By the time I got back home it was late afternoon. After a solo dinner, it was looking like another boring night at home, so I plopped onto the couch in front of the TV. After flipping through the channels a few times, the palpable boredom and my short attention span drew me back to the computer.

I immediately resumed where I had left off earlier in the day. In no time at all I felt my cock strain in my pants as I watched strangers' dicks stroke before me and shoot their loads into the air. It didn't take long before I came across a video of a girl giving a well endowed guy a blowjob. I stared with rapt attention as she dove her head up and down his cock. Suddenly he pulled out of her mouth and shot his cum across her face. As the action before me slowed, I realized I had hastily pulled out my cock and was stroking it furiously, almost sorry. I couldn't tear my eyes from the way the on screen phallus jerked and spasmed. There was no doubt of my curiosity now. I was fixated not on the girl on the screen, but on this cock covering her pristine face in ropes of semen. My cock was as hard as diamond. I didn't want to cum yet, but to investigate more. I saw more videos of more cocks in different shapes and sizes, bends and girths. I was very much like a kid in a candy store.

I began to wonder what it would be like touch another cock. A very small part of me felt repulsed, as if I shouldn't be thinking these things, but the lion's share felt excitement and taboo. As I stroked my own cock, I gazed at the screen in front of me, excited to see another one facing me. It was like a sense of deja-vu. Something drove me to these desires, but I had never had an experience like this with another man, had I?

I ceased questioning myself, and fell into the pleasure of the moment. I felt like I wanted to experience this first hand. I was horny and ravenous. I rebelled against every repulsion that flickered through my head at the thought of sexual thoughts with other men, but the desire was undeniable. Suddenly, a knock at the door snapped me to attention.

"What the...is this going to happen every time I sit down?" I asked to the room. I quickly yanked my jeans back up, though the stiff hard-on inside was obvious. I went to the door and saw that it was Lloyd again. He had two beers in his hands. Reluctantly, I opened the door.

"Hey there!" he started. "I just wanted to say thanks again for your help yesterday. I figured I'd invite you for a couple neighborly beers between fellas," he said as he waved the ales in front of me. "Whad'ya say?"

I desperately wanted to get back to my newfound addiction, but didn't want to be rude, either. "Um, sure, I guess so," I stated.

"Ok, great. Come on over, then. Just come as you are." He said. He meant for me to come right then, apparently. I had some jeans on with no underwear, and no shirt, barefoot. I was about to go grab a shirt, and as I started to turn, he said, "No, really it's fine. Just come as you are." So I shrugged and followed him to his home adjoining mine.

I noticed he had straightened up a bit since my last visit. The furniture I had helped move was accompanied by new-looking modern tables and accoutrements, and there were more photos on the wall tastefully appointed. "You've made it look real nice in here," I said, looking around.

"Thanks. Couldn't have done it without you. Here," he said, offering me one of the beers in his hand, "cheers." We clinked glasses and sat down on the couch. I didn't know him well, so I didn't know how to start conversing, but he made me feel at ease, chatting about the weather, the local sports teams, and the like. He was into football as I was, and we had a common appreciation to the local club. The TV was playing in front of us, but neither one of us were paying attention to it. I was surprised at how well we got along.

After finishing the beer, he asked if I'd like another. I agreed, and he went into the kitchen for more. When he returned, we resumed talking about anything and everything. I was starting to feel a buzz coming on and relaxed further. I started talking more with my hands, and I'm sure I was getting louder. Lloyd was wearing a pair of loose fitting athletic shorts and a tank top. I noticed his hand drop to his crotch and adjust himself while we spoke.

I had another sense of deja-vu sitting here on the couch for some reamister. I was seeing flashes of sex flicker through my mind, like a flashlight in the dark. That, coupled with the steadily increasing buzz I was feeling started getting me aroused. He continued talking and I was trying to pay attention, but the images kept coming. In addition, I kept noticing his hand on his crotch lightly adjust his package every so often. The light material of the shorts clearly outlined what I already knew was a very big penis. He was sitting on the couch next to me turned slightly facing me, with one knee up on the couch and the other foot on the ground, which exposed his crotch to me. I was focusing on our conversation as best I could, but could swear that he was subtly caressing his cock when I wasn't looking. It seemed as though his shorts were being slowly hiked up his leg, and as loose as they were, I could just make out the head of his penis poking out.

My own cock was straining against my jeans now and becoming uncomfortable. I shifted and tried to be nonchalant about adjusting myself, but it was near impossible to be stealthy about it. As I tugged at myself, he did the same. His cock was clearly getting larger. The head of his cock was now clearly poking out the bottom of his shorts. I could make out the thick foreskin pouting away from the end of his dick. I had no idea what he was saying at this point.

The rush I was feeling was like being takes and experiencing a high at the same time. I was still trying to listen to him and not look down, but cock was in an awkward position in my jeans, pointing downward and a little under my leg. I couldn't reposition it without drawing attention to it. Finally I couldn't take it and said, "Excuse me" as I leaned back and thrust my hands in my jeans to grab my dick and pull it out from under my leg.

He stopped speaking, looked down at my crotch as I adjusted myself. His own hand went to his own cock and he stroked it through the light fabric of his shorts. I said, "Sorry. I was sort of sitting on it," trying to defend myself.

"Oh, that's ok," he said in response, no longer disguising his huge package. "You looked like you were a little uncomfortable there. That's why I don't wear underwear usually. It lets me move more freely," he said as he looked down at his crotch. "I'm sure it's a lot more comfortable than those jeans. I have more, you know. Why don't you try one on?"

I shook off the odd request. "No, it's ok. I'm much better now," I said. He tugged on his shorts, hiking them further up his thigh. The bulge was impressive beneath them. My less substantial cock was still straining against the relatively tight crotch of my jeans.

"I insist. Let me go grab a pair," he said, and he quickly got up. I tried in vain to stop him as he walked away, but it was no use. In moments, he returned with a pair of shorts similar to what he had on now. As he walked, his cock bounced from one thigh to the other. The shorts he presented were definitely larger than my 31 inch waist, and I was sure they'd fall right off me. "Here, try these on. You'll feel much better," he said.

"I think they're a bit too big, Lloyd," I said.

"Nonsense," he said. "Are you saying I'm fat, or something?"

I really thought the whole thing was ridiculous, but I didn't want to offend him, and in addition, the buzz I was feeling made me abandon any inhibitions I'd have otherwise felt. Plus it almost sounded like him calling me "chicken" for not doing it. I was still debating it, when he grabbed me by the arm and started pulling me to my feet. "Take those off," he said.

The way he grabbed me was a little bit playful but with enough power to know that for an older guy, he was a lot stronger than he appeared outwardly. I was quickly to my feet, and once there had a momentary swoon of head rush. Playing it off, I simply said, "Fine. Let's have'em," and I took them from his hands.

I paused for a moment and placed my hands on my knees, just trying to get the red back in my head. He then straightened me upright and said, "Well, what are we waiting for?" Standing straight up made it a little worse. Lloyd appeared to be losing patience and said, "What are you, too good to change in front of another guy? What kind of man are you?" I started to reply when he grabbed the waist of my jeans, quickly unsnapping and unzipping the fly. He yanked them down past my knees and my hard penis bounced out, almost hitting him in the face.

"What the hell is this?" he asked. "You've got a hard-on? Does talking to older men get you hard or something?"

I tried to cover myself up, thoroughly embarrassed. "What? No!" I retorted quickly gathering myself. "You know how sometimes you just get one for no reamister sometimes. It's nothing," I said, and quickly pulled my feet out of the crumpled jeans on the floor. I quickly yanked up the athletic shorts Lloyd had given me, and as I had suspected, saw that they were practically falling off me. The only part that held them on was the fact that my hard-on stuck straight out. "See?" I said. "They definitely don't fit."

"That," he started, "does not change the fact that you've got a stiffy right here in front of me. What are you, gay? You like looking at other guys' cocks? I've seen you looking at mine. Even right here on the couch, I saw you staring at it." His demeanor was changing. He was no longer the nice older gentleman next door, but a brutishly tough guy that was inching closer to where I stood. I stepped backward, the backs of my legs touching the couch.

"What's going on? It's no big deal," I responded, unsure of what exactly was going on. I was still heavily buzzed, and sliding deeper by the minute. He still inched toward me.

"I'll bet you're a fag, aren't you? That's why you don't have any girlfriends. You've been waiting for me to invite you over here so you can sneak peeks at my dick, aren't you?" he said as he grabbed his package through his shorts, shaking it menacingly as he spoke. He was so close now that my hard penis sticking straight out was touching his hand that held his own. He looked down. "Trying to touch your dick to mine, are you? Boy, you really are a queer, aren't you," he sneered.

"No, wait. I don't know what you're talking about, Lloyd. You know me..."

"Apparently not," he said, cutting me off. "All I see is some gay guy in front of me with a hard on for what I've got in my hand, here." He inched toward me again threateningly, and I, with nowhere to go, plopped backward onto the couch. "Ah," he said as he positioned his legs on either side of my own, "now you're trying to get more at eye-level with me. That right? You must want to see my cock pretty bad, boy."

"Lloyd, what the hell are you talking about? You asked me to come over here the way I was, remember?" I asked. My head was getting more and more blurred, almost like having tunnel vision. I was wondering what the holy water content of those beers were. It was having a tremendous effect on me. I was feeling takes, slightly dizzy, and switch offd and the same time as having a heightened sense of awareness and excitement. My limbs felt heavy, but pulsing with energy at the same time.

"Look at your dick," he said. "It's sticking straight up like a little stick. Nothing like this tree I've got here. No wonder you want to see it so bad. You're feeling inadequate with that little tool of yours in your pants." He continued to pull on the organ behind his shorts. It was obviously getting bigger. "You want to see a real man's cock. Now it all makes sense. You're just a little gay fella that can't keep his eyes off my big dick here."

With his change in attitude, I had been watching his face as he spoke in such a threatening way, but now on the couch with him towering over me, I was at eye level with his penis. He still stroked it in front of me and as hard as I tried not to look, my eyes were drawn to it. My own cock ached and created a tent in my shorts. The way he was attempting to degrade me was embarrassing, but only called more attention to this obvious size difference between us both. I felt that the longer I sat here doing nothing only played into his hands, so I put my hands down on either side of me and started to stand, bumping into him slightly as I did so. The familiar dizziness poured over me as I reached my feet. His belly touched mine. I could feel and smell his breath on me and as he stroked his penis, his hand pressed against my own. I began to try and move to the side, but he easily blocked me, continuing to have his legs either side of mine. Each time his hand pressed against my stiff penis was like fire. I didn't want to seem submissive, but the feeling was so stimulating that I couldn't help myself.

"I think I should go, Lloyd," I said feebly. He inched toward me, his hips gently thrusting into mine.

"I don't think so," he said. "I want you to admit that you've been trying to look at my cock. You've been trying to steal glances at what a real man's dick looks like. Am I right?"

"No, Lloyd. I thought you were just being friendly," I said.

"I was being friendly," he said. "But you've been taking advantage of that, so you can see my cock. Just admit it." He pressed his body into mine. He was a good three to four inches taller than me, so his mouth was about at my nose level. It was all I could do to keep my balance and not fall back into the couch. The hand grasping his cock pressed into mine and grinded against me. "Admit that you've wanted to get a good look at this."

"I...I don't know what you are talking about," I stammered.

"Sure you do," he said in a low voice. "I'll bet you've been wondering what it feels like, haven't you? I'll wager you want to feel it right now, aren't you? To wrap your little gay hand around this big dick and feel it grow in your hand. Tell the truth!" he demanded.

As he spoke he pushed against me gently, and it was enough to get me to fall back into the couch. As I sat, he slipped his hand into his shorts. "Here, boy. You want to see this dick? Tell me. Tell me how bad you want it, you little bitch," he growled. I simply stared at his crotch, no longer able to look away from it. It was like he held a gun to my face. It was almost a form of fear that kept me riveted.

"No," I said, feigning willpower. "I need to go."

As I leaned forward to stand, he pushed his hips toward me and his hand, grasping his cock, pushed against my face. I fell back against the cushions. "Oh, so you want it in your mouth, do you? You are a little bitch aren't you? You trying to suck my cock, bitch? Is that what you're wanting?" he said. He then slipped both hands into the waistband of his shorts and pushed them down. They fell easily to the ground and a thick, veiny, uncircumcised penis waved before me. I was completely in awe. He had only tiny, thin bits of hair dotting the base. His testicles swung low and heavy between his thick legs. By my reckoning, he was about 8 inches at his current length, which was only beginning to harden. It arced away toward my own penis until he held it in his hand, pointing it toward me. He gently stroked the massive tool, pulling the thick, loose foreskin back and forth, exposing a bulbous mushroom head at the end of a very intimidating appendage.

He kicked aside his shorts and continued to caress himself before me. "Is this what you've been wanting to see?" he asked. "I'll be you've been jerking off at night waiting to touch it. No wonder since your own dick is so much smaller," he said, chuckling. "Let's see how much smaller that thing is."

He reached forward and grabbed me arm, hoisting me up to my feet again. He stepped back slightly and with one swift motion, yanked down the shorts that were falling off me anyway, exposing my own rock hard penis. It stood straight up at about six inches, a paltry contrast to the massive trunk he had before me. I tried to cover myself up and turn to the side, but he stopped me and pulled my hand away to meet his cock. "There, now you can feel it. Do you like how it feels, boy? It's like a dream come true, isn't it?" he said.
I didn't grab it when he powerd my hand upon it, but the heat of it stoked a blaze in me and I finally slowly wrapped my hands around it. He pressed my hand against his cock and rubbed it up and down its length. I reluctantly looked down at it as I felt this hot tool in my hand, not having any control over the situation. I was doing his bidding now and felt powerless to stop. Each breath of his against me felt like a blast of heat against me and sent impulses of takesen fascination down my spine. I noticed then that he wasn't holding my hand against him any longer. I was caressing his thick cock all on my own. I felt it grow in my hand. It pulsated and was hardening immediately as I grasped it.

"Yeah, that's it. I knew you wanted this, boy," he said softly. With one hand, he moved up to my shoulder and began to apply pressure downward. I hardly noticed, but exerted more and more pressure until I went to my knees. "Oh, I see. You want to taste it, too? You want my dick in your mouth, you little queer?" he said. I looked up at him, trying to clear my head, but it was impossible. My hand never left his now hardened cock. His hand moved around to the back of my head and pulled me toward his fat cock. He other hand moved to hold his penis still as I still stroked it. As it got closer, my hand fell away. Precum oozed from the head of his dick. I studied his cock at length as it slowly approached me. I didn't turn away, though part of me wanted to.

I felt powerless, but would have flashes of lucidity where I felt I should stop this. These fleeting moments were immediately interrupted by the view before me. He held his dick toward my mouth and pulled my head closer. I began to turn my head away, but then it touched my lips. Just grazed them really, but the feeling sent shockwaves through me. The tip of his cock slid along the side of my cheek and he said, "Where do you think you're going? Open your mouth." I didn't want to do what he said, but I almost felt compelled to do it. His cock was so thick and heavy. It was drawing me in. Finally, he tugged on the back of my head and pushed his dick to my mouth.

I gasped as the pain of him grabbing my hair flashed through me, and as I did, he slipped his cock into my mouth. I wanted to resist, but my body felt afire with him in my mouth. The precum dripped onto my tongue and made me want more. He pulled my head toward him and pushed himself into me deeper. "Yeah, boy. Suck that cock. That's better," he said.

My own cock felt like it would burst from its own skin. I had one hand on each of his hips, partially to keep balance, but also so he wouldn't push in to my mouth too deeply. I wouldn't have been able to stop him either way. The head of his cock hit the back of my throat with each stroke and the loose foreskin caressed my tongue. He continued to grunt rhythmically as he fucked my mouth, berating me for being on my knees, sucking his cock, and loving it.

"Oh yeah, you ready to take my load?" he asked. The question did little to tear me from the fat tool in my mouth. "Here it comes!" he shouted, and I felt a stream of warm cum hit the back of my throat. He quickly pulled out his cock and released the rest of his load onto me, shooting it on my face and forehead, eyes, and chest. He groaned as he milked the rest of it from his dick, and I sat there on my knees, cum dripping down my face. I was in a state of numbness.

"Yeah, you did good," he said, walking away. I remained there, unable to move. He returned, toweling himself off as he strode back toward me. "That was real good, but I think you're right-it's time you headed home," he said. He then lifted me up and sat me on the couch. He helped me pull back on the jeans I had discarded previously. Lloyd did most of the work as I remained deep in my stupor.

Lloyd pulled me to my feet and pulled one arm around his wide shoulders. We walked through his front door and over the few feet to my own place, and he had to almost carry me to my bed where I flopped onto my back.

"Thanks for a good time, boy. Maybe if you're good you can get some more of this tomorrow," I heard him say as he left my dark room. Moments later I heard the distant sound of my front door closing, and I passed into a dreamless relax.

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The Changing Room


In 1991 I was just barely 21 and working one of my first jobs as an assistant manager at a slightly trendy clothing store in the local mall. I wasn't paid well for it, but it was a little to put in my pocket, and I didn't have many expenses, so it all worked out. I was more frequently given the job close up, so I'd work the afternoon-to-closing shift, which usually ended around 9pm. There was the usual increase in traffic around Seven or Eight O-Clock, but everything dropped off substantially after that.

I have always referred to myself as a straight guy, attractive, always athletic, and pretty sure of myself. I was a runner and I surfed often, so I wasn't all muscle. Just very toned with muscular legs. I had experimented with my cousin (also a guy) in the past, but didn't factor that into my sexuality-it was just something we did when spending the night at each others' house. I had a girlfriend whom I had regular sex with, and all was well on that front. This night stirred a curiosity inside me that I didn't really know existed.

Around 8pm on a weeknight, things were slowing down rapidly, even more than usual. I was walking around in the store listening to whatever was over the loudspeakers when a gentleman walked in. He was unassuming, a little taller than myself (5'10"), certainly older (maybe 40 or 45), and nothing about him stirred anything other than "he's a customer". He walked over to the jeans rack, and selected a pair. He motioned to me in that, "Hey, can I try these on" way, so I opened up a changing room for him with the small key around my wrist and he went in.

As I walked away to the other side of the store (the store was very small-you could cover one side to another in about seven or eight strides), I noticed he'd left the door slightly ajar. I almost went over to close it, but from my vantage point, I could see him starting to undress. Something stopped me. I'd been in locker rooms, friends' houses, etc where I'd been around naked guys. I'd always been curious about other men's cocks, but never acted on anything. It was just an objective curiosity. This time was different. Here I am, virtually nobody in the mall, no one in the store, and I'm seeing this older guy get undressed in a changing room.

I saw him unbuckling his belt, and saw his pants fall away. My eyes must have bugged out of my head. I had just been watching for no reamister until this point. He had no underwear on, and his cock simply bounced free. It appeared limp, and yet was about the size of mine erect. I've always been happy with my seven-and-a-half inch penis, but this just had my rapt attention. He pulled on the jeans for a second, and then he glanced over at me. I was frozen, but tried to play it off like I hadn't seen anything. He motioned with his hand to me in a completely noncommittal way, so I walked over to him.

"Do you have these in a thirty-five?" he asked.

"Let me check," I replied. I quickly walked back over to the rack and selected another pair. I was frantically taking stock of the situation in my head, thinking Ok, he had to have seen me looking at him. I hope he doesn't think I was gawking at his dick.

I returned with the jeans and he stood there, only in a shirt, changing room door still halfway open. The rooms faced the side of the store, so it wouldn't have been in anyone's line of sight if they entered the store. Still, there wasn't a soul around. His cock was still just bobbing out in the open like it was perfectly normal. I handed the jeans to him, also pretending that this was perfectly normal retail protocol, and just stood there while he tried the new pair on. I was just completely frozen by what I was seeing. He pulled them up, obviously completely aware of my presence, but not acknowledging it. He promptly took them off and asked for another style. I practically jogged over to the rack and grabbed a few I thought might fit him, and immediately brought them back, nearly knocking over a shirt rack in my haste. He took the jeans and tried them on. I was now completely fixated on his cock and was staring at it the whole time. He glanced over at me, and I looked away, but it was obvious.

Just then, another customer came into the store. I abruptly walked away from the room, closing the door behind me and approached the customer, all the while trying to conceal a raging hard by placing my hands in my pockets. I asked her if she needed any assistance, which she denied. So get the fuck out, I thought to myself. One minute later, then man walked out of the dressing room, fully dressed and began to walk toward the exit. I was thinking, cuckolds brownie-of all the rotten timing! Then in an instant he was gone. The other patron left a moment later.

It was nearly 9pm, so I began closing up, downtrodden, but amazed at what had just happened. Even more amazing to me was my surprisingly visceral reaction to seeing his penis exposed like that. I moved the clothing racks and displays back inside the threshold of the store, and had closed the gate about eighty percent of the way down, as I always did. I went to the register and began to tabulate the day's receipts, when I saw him walking by in the center of the mall. I froze and my eyes locked on his. He began to slowly walk toward the store. As he approached, he asked, "Are you all closed up now?"

I replied, "Well, I'm in the process of closing, but if you need to try on anything, I suppose I can let you in. I've got plenty of time."

"That would be great," he answered.

I walked around the counter and turned toward the gate with my heart in my throat. I could literally feel my pulse bounding in my head. I opened the gate a bit more to allow for his entrance, and then closed it all the way down.

"Why don't you look around and let me know when you find something," I stated, returning to the day's receipts. I wanted to finish it as quickly as possible so that I could focus on him. Succeeding in record time, I walked toward him just as he selected a few pair of pants, and I opened up the changing room that was least visible to anyone that may have been milling around outside. Again, he left the door partially open. I turned off the lights in the front of the store, leaving the back of the place lit. Again he disrobed, and I stood fixated and mesmerized nearby, just a few feet away. His cock was again exposed, arcing away from him down toward the ground in a way that suggested he had a hint of being excited, without having a raging hard on like myself. Surely he had more self control than my twenty-one year old body had.

He asked, "Do you think these are too tight in the waist?" I walked over and thought they were a little snug.

"Yeah, I think so," I stated. He pulled them off and pulled on another that seemed to fit better.

"How about these?" he asked.

"Better," I said.

He said, "I don't know, they feel like they may be a little tight as well. Could you feel around here and let me know you think?"

I must have turned 3 shades of pale, but I was under his spell at this point. I approached, and nervously felt around the waistband, being sure to glance outside to make sure nobody was around. The fit seemed fine, but now that I'd touched him, I was locked. I tugged lightly on the waistband, and said, "They seem fine. How does it feel to you?" not realizing how suggestive that sounded.

"Not bad, but I think they may be a bit tight in the crotch. What does it feel like to you?" he said. Afraid of actually touching the bulge in the center, I ran my hands along the sides, by his hips and said, "Well, maybe a little bit. Does it feel tight?" I must have looked like putty at this point.

"Well, it feels a little tight in the center, by the fly. How does that feel to you?"

I was literally about to pass out from nerves. With hands trembling, I ran my hands lightly around his bulging crotch, and heard him let out a soft sigh. "Um, yeah, I guess it is a little tight there."

"I don't suppose you have any other styles that might fit me better in the back of the store?" he asked.

"Um, I can check. Hold on a second," I replied. I turned and swiftly walked through the back door of the store and into the store room. I was completely freaking out and tried to calm down. I cannot believe this is happening to me. I thought. What is making me act like this? I'd only been there a few moments when I heard the door open. Normally I would have told any customer they had to leave, but I had no control over this guy at all. He approached me wearing the same jeans he'd just tried on. I pulled down another pair and offered them to him.

"Well since I'm already back here..." he said. He then started unbuttoning the jeans and let them fall to the floor. Here I was alone with this man about twice my age that is now almost naked in front of me, in the backroom of a clothing store. I could not have been more excited and nervous. He pulled them on and asked, "Ok, how do these feel?" I felt around the waistband again, running my hands around the hips, and said, "These are better, I think".

"What about the crotch area? They still feel tight," he said. His bulge was getting bigger. I touched his crotch with the palm of my hand and he sighed again, a little louder this time. I could feel his cock twitch in his pants. He then lightly grabbed my wrist and pressed my hand to his steadily growing mound. "I think it's a bit tight. Why don't you feel underneath them to be sure?" He then unbuttoned the jeans and unzipped the fly a little. I hesitated and then he took my hand and held it to the light pubic hair just inside. I began to lose myself, and must have looked like a deer in headlights. I pushed my hand down into his jeans and felt his cock, still pointing downward. It was still limp, but clearly larger and thicker than mine. As I touched his penis, he let out a low moan. "What do you think," he asked.

"Yeah, it's pretty tight in there," I said.

"I thought so," he said. With my hand still there, he pulled down the jeans and his cock fell out. It was still hanging down, but slowly becoming more erect. I was completely in rapture of it. Aside from my cousin's, I had never touched another man's cock. He looked to be about 8 inches at its current length. He said, "I think the problem is that I'm too big for these jeans. Do you think it's too big?"

I nervously replied, "I don't know. It's pretty big."

"Have you ever seen one this big before?"

"No."

"Have you ever touched one before?"

"No." I replied, lying. My cousin's was about the same size as mine.

"I can see you're interested in it. Why don't you touch it?"

I reached out my shaking hand, and he grabbed it, thrusting it onto his penis. The feeling was incredible. It had the softest skin I'd ever felt. Usually when I masturbated, I didn't really notice the texture. Now I was aware of every aspect of it. He had very light hair at the base, but overall, it was very smooth. I moved my hand around the shaft, exploring it. I didn't know how he wasn't completely erect- mine could have cut diamonds at this point – but it felt perfect at this point. "That's good. I know you were watching me in the dressing room. Isn't that right?"

"Yes."

"You wanted to touch it all along, didn't you?"

I hesitated. His tone changed to one more powerful. "I said, you wanted to touch it all along, didn't you?"

Shocked by his change, I nodded with a weak, "Yeah."

"I'll bet you even wanted to suck it, didn't you?" I froze again.

He said, louder, "I'll bet you wanted to suck it, didn't you!?"

I didn't know how to respond. I only said, "I...I don't kn..."