les histoires de chrislebo

He cut in angrily, "Bullcuckolds brownie! You wanted to suck this dick the moment you saw me. Now, I'm in the back of your store with it locked up and you're holding my cock. What do you think about that?"

"I...I...don't"

"Don't tell me you don't know. I think you want to taste my cock in your mouth- and that's just what you're going to do. Get on your knees."

I was a combination of frightened and excited. Most of me wanted to run out of the back room. It would have been easy to do. But I just stood there. He put his big hand on my shoulder and started applying pressure to the floor.

"Get on your knees!" he growled, and with his substantial power,he pushed my down to my knees. He then moved his hand to the back of my neck and started pulling me toward him.

"Wait...wait...I don't know about..."

"Look," he started, sounding like he was attempting to reamister with me. "I know you want this. Look at my cock. It's pointing right at you," he said. He took his other hand and grasped his cock, extending it toward my face. "Stick out our tongue and taste it. I know you want this."

I started to pull my head away, but he was far too strong for that. He had a slight pot belly, thick arms and legs. He looked like the type that had worked his whole life and was more than capable of making a skinny 21 year old do whatever the hell he wanted.

He was uncircumcised unlike me, and the thick folds of foreskin covered half his cockhead. I'd only seen uncut cocks in pornos, and rarely at that. The tip of his dick touched my cheek. I was still *** to open my mouth. He said, "Open your mouth, boy. Do it or I'll make you do it." Petrified, I cracked open my lips. Seeing this, he pushed his now semi-erect cock to my lips. Once it touched my lips, I started to slowly part my teeth with resignation. "That's better," he said. "Take this cock."

At this point, I tried to pull away again, but he applied more pressure to my head, grabbing my hair and said powerfully, "Where do you think you're going? Open your mouth, now." I opened it up some more and he plunged his throbbing cock into my mouth. I tasted it for the first time. It was so soft and not at all unpleasant. It had a particular type of scent to it that I found interesting. "Yeah, that's it. Take that dick, boy. Lick it up and down," he moaned. I started using my tongue while his cock was in my mouth. He just kept it there, very slowly moving it back and forth, an inch or two at a time. I could feel it swelling in my mouth. It was only about halfway in, but I could feel it touching the back of my throat. "Yes, lick it. You like this, don't you," he said softly.

I let out a muffled "Mmm hmm."

He said, "Lick it up and down." He withdrew the cock from my mouth, now glistening with saliva, and pushed it toward me. It was now more erect, and had to be about 8 inches in length. He lifted up his cock with his free hand and pulled my face toward it, still holding my hair. I started trying to emulate the pornos I had seen, and began to lick the shaft up and down. "Yes, that's it. Lick my dick. You know you wanted to do this. Now lick my balls," he said. I stopped and looked up at him. "Don't look at me!" he bellowed. "Look at this dick! Lick my balls!" He pulled my head to cause my face to be wedged into his scrotum. I started to lightly lick them. "Yeah, mister, that's it. Suck those nuts," he said. I sucked on each testicle lightly.

"Yeah, take this dick into your mouth, mister," he said through his teeth. He pulled my head back and now I saw his cock as fully erect. The head was red and angry as he pointed it at my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid it into my mouth. It felt hot and rigid and he was not moving it back and forth with more power, holding my head to him. He said angrily, "Suck my cock, boy. Suck it. Take my cock. You're just a little bitch, aren't you?"

The masculine side of me didn't much like being called a bitch, so I looked at him again, my eyes narrowing.

"That's what I said. You're my little bitch. Maybe I'll come here every day and make you take this cock like this. I bet all your coworkers would love to know you come back here at night and suck dick. I'll bet you have a girlfriend. Maybe she'd like to see you sucking this cock."

Now I was mortified. What if he did actually do this? What could I do to stop him? He then grabbed my head with both hands and started pushed his cock deeper into my mouth. It was starting to gag me. He then slowed down. "Easy, easy," he said. "I want you to enjoy this dick in your mouth. But you have to do what I tell you to do." He then slowly pushed his cock deeper into the back of my throat. He would withdraw it a little and then push it deeper. "Have you ever seen someone deep throat a cock? That's what you're doing now. Just relax and let the gag reflex loosen up," he instructed. He then kept pushing it and it kept gagging me, but I tried to relax as best I could. There was no way he was getting it all the way in my mouth. His raging cock felt rigid and its girth completely filled me up. "That's it," he said. "You love this cock, don't you? I think you're going to love taking this dick."

He started moving it back and forth faster, and I felt his breath quicken. He began, "God, yeah, you're going to make me cum, do you know that? You know that, bitch? Take this dick. Take this dick, you little bitch!"

I didn't know what to expect-I forgot that he would actually be cumming at some point. His pace was becoming more rapid and he was plunging his red cock in and out of my mouth. He then promptly pulled it out of my mouth. I gasped for air. He held my head firmly with his left hand and his other hand grasped the base of his throbbing penis. He started jacking it up and down and he looked down at me. He said loudly, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna come! Are you ready to take my cum, mister?" I looked up at him in disbelief. "Here it comes!"

I saw a small stream of white cum come out of the tip of his cock as he was grunting. I thought to myself, well maybe this isn't so bad. That's not much. He then shoved his cock back in my mouth suddenly. It went in easily, slick as it was. He was still jacking it and grunting louder and then suddenly I realized that must have been precum. Because at that moment, he shot his hot load into my mouth. When I came, the semen would come out oozing and would occasionally shoot a little. When he came, it sprayed the back of my throat and quickly began to leak out of my mouth, dripping onto my shirt. He growled. "That's right. Take all that cum. Take that cum, mister."

He pulled out of my mouth and squeezed the remaining semen from his cock. "Lick it off my dick," he said. He pushed it to my lips and I licked the cum off his cock, still reeling from this shock of him coming in my mouth like that. It tasted salty and thick, but not revolting. It seemed to coat everything in my mouth.

He let me up, and I stumred to the washroom. My knees were sore from the pressure on them for what seemed like an eternity. I washed my face and spit out the thick cum in my mouth. When I turned around, he was gone, and I just saw the door close behind him. I picked up the jeans on the floor and folded them up. He'd worn the pair he had on out of the store, apparently, and taken his original pair with him. I noticed that the schedule written on a calendar on the wall was missing. Oh, great, I thought. I then locked up the store, and slowly and numb, drove home wondering if he was going to come back again when I closed up the next night.

After I'd gotten home, I showered, brushed my teeth and gargled with Listerine to get the taste of the night's activities out of my mouth. I could scarcely believe what had just happened. How I'd allowed myself to get in that situation and to be used like that. I went to bed completely exhausted. Almost immediately, images of this strange man's cock being fed to me cycled through my head. I began feeling the stirrings of my own hard on. The more I thought about the offense of being powerd to do those things, the harder I got. I quickly began jacking myself and came in seconds. Cleaning up, the images left my mind and I fell into a dreamless relax.

The next day I thought about what had happened only a couple times, but on the way into work I found myself looking over my shoulder while walking through the mall. I couldn't imagine he'd actually come back again, and if so, hopefully I'd be able to get out of it this time. It should have been easy to do the previous night, but I succumbed to him for reamisters unknown to me, and I didn't want that to happen again. At least not in my present state of mind.

Work went as usual, with the usual ebbs and flows of traffic through the store. Some co-workers asked me if I'd seen the shift calendar that had been posted up the day before. I told them the manager must have taken it out to work on their shifts, mentally slapping myself in the forehead. My thoughts flickered to if this guy was going to show up tonight. I thought I'd seen him on the other side of the main hallway once, but chalked it up to paranoia. Through most of my shift I was praying he wouldn't, and then as the night went on, I began to think of what happened last night more and more, and as mortified as I was, I would find myself getting hard and would have to work hard to conceal it. 8:30 came and went, and the traffic all but ceased. Sensing that was the end of business, I closed out all the receipts and by 8:45 I was done and waiting for closing time. Inevitably, two patrons walked in – a man and a woman. I asked if I could help them, and it was the usual, "No, we're just looking". So I left them alone, and started straightening up some of the racks figuring that perhaps they'd get the hint. I hadn't been watching them at all as I was in the back, trying to occupy my mind with work. I turned around at one point to see if they were still here, and they were, but it was just them and nobody else. Relieved, I was just about to turn to head to the large pull-down gate when I noticed another permister in the store. Over by the jean racks.

It had to be him, I thought. I calmed myself and said from across the store, "I'm sorry, we're closing in a moment. Is there anything I can help you with?" I said it in general so all parties understood.

He turned to me and said, "Can I please try these on?" My heart was in my throat when I realized it was him. I turned to the other couple, partially praying that they would want to try something on as well, but they took the hint from my previous statement (which I immediately regretted), and were headed out of the store. This left me alone with this guy again, and I didn't want a repeat of last night.

"I'm sorry, sir- I'm just closing up. If you'd come back tomorrow, I'm sure we could help you out," I said.

"Oh, I'm sure this will just take a moment. How about a little customer service?" he said.

Against my better judgment, I said, "Ok, but I really do need to close up."

"No problem. I won't be a minute," he said, smirking. Oh God, I thought, and I cursed myself under my breath. This is how it happened last night. I walked, sullenly over to the dressing room doors and opened one up. When he entered, I was sure to close it completely. Being weak was going to get me in trouble. I planned on keeping the gate completely open this time so that any security rounds would notice it. I stayed nearby so that when he came out I could hopefully run him out of the store. Under the door, I noticed he'd taken his pants off and appeared to be putting on the new ones. Just then, another patron walked in the store, so I left my spot in the back and walked up to the front. "I'm sorry, we're just about to close," I said.

He responded, "Oh, I saw your gate was still up and thought you were still open." Just then, the dressing room door opened and my stalker emerged. Thankfully his pants were still on this time.

"I thought you said you were closed," the man said next to me.

"Well, we are," I explained. "This guy came in a moment before you did and I thought I'd let him try something on, but he's just leaving."

Just then, I saw him grab another pair of pants from the wall and walk back into his changing room. The guy in the front said, "Well, I guess I'll come back later. Thanks."

I quickly pulled the gate down a little so any other people would get the hint and cursed my poor luck. I walked to the back again and saw, of course, that the door was nearly wide open and there before me, was standing the same guy that had powerd me to take his cock in my mouth only twenty-four hours prior. He had one leg in the new pants and one out. His cock was flopping around as he attempted to dress and I immediately had flashbacks of the previous night in the back of the store. Again, I was transfixed and could barely function. It wasn't that I desired his cock – I wasn't. It was a mixture of fear, taboo, and curiosity, though you'd think that curiosity would have been dashed after last night.

He looked at me as he stooped over and said, "Sorry, I had to grab another pair while you were up there."

I said weakly, "Yeah, um, we're closed now, though so..."

"Oh, I'll just be a minute," he stated. "If you help me out, I'll be out of here that much faster. Hand me that shirt right next you."

I couldn't believe this. He was clearly trying to manipulate me. I handed him the shirt, annoyed and said, "Ok, but I really need to close up."

Just then the security guard walked by, noticing my gate was still up, and said, "Hey, you gonna close this up?"

I walked over to him and said, "I'll get it in a moment – I'm just finishing up back here."

"Well, you know the mall rules. We need all these gates closed by 9pm. Security guidelines, you know," he explained.

Fuck, I thought to myself. I responded, "Alright. Thanks." I didn't want to draw attention to the fact that I had a half naked man in the changing room right now, but I also didn't want him to leave this area. Well, this just could not be getting any worse, I thought as I shut the gate to the ground.

I returned to the room and said, "Security has informed me that I have to escort you out now." He was surprisingly fully clothed. He peeked out the door to the front of the store and saw the gate was closed.

"Do they know I'm in here? Why would they close the gate if they knew you had a customer in the store? That's a fire hazard, you know," he said. This guy was a real piece of work.

I stammered, "Well, yeah, but they have these rules about the gates being shut at nine pm and all. Anyway, he knows you're here and he'll check in on me in a few minutes."

That was a straight-up lie and he knew it, smirking at me. "Ok," he said. "Well then I guess I should change out of these clothes. I'm having trouble getting the right fit here." He took off the shirt and handed it to me. I put it quickly back on the rack and turned to see him stark naked just inside the doorway. I was frozen and pale as I looked at him. He held the pants in his hand. I reached over and took them. He held on to them a second longer than he should have before letting them go. "The others are in here," he said.

"I'll get them when you leave," I replied.

"Suit yourself," he replied, and started putting his clothes back on. Once dressed, he emerged from the dressing room. "Well, I guess we'll have to leave through the back?" he said. I cursed under my breath yet again.

He walked toward the back door and I said, "Wait...you can't go back there!" but he was already through the door. I quickly turned the lights out in the front of the store, and looked around for any signs of the guard. Of course, there were none. Jeezus, I said to myself. I turned to head to the back of the store, and it may as well been a city block away. When I emerged through the door, I expected to see him by the exit, which he wasn't. I was then crestfallen to see him where he was the previous night. Right next to the pants' shelves, and trying on more of them. He looked to have just pulled on a pair, along with a new shirt. I quickly stated, as powerfully as I could, "Sir, you REALLY have to leave." He looked up at me with a sorrowful expression.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just thought I'd help myself since you looked busy," he said, smirking. He took the shirt off first and tossed it to me, and as I tried to fold it, he started taking the pants off. I put down the shirt and waited for him. His thick uncircumcised penis fell away, arcing toward the ground. I didn't notice anything else. I was totally focused on his cock swinging in front of him. His testicles hung low behind, wedged between his solid quadriceps.

"Here you go," he said as he held out the pants. I was shaken from my stupor. I walked over to him and took the pants, but he held on to them. I noticed he was about two or three inches taller than me - a point that I hadn't really noticed before. This just added to my perceived insignificance.

"I really appreciate you helping me out like this," he said. It's kind of going above and beyond the call, you letting me try on clothes back here, after closing time and all alone."

"Um, no problem, sir," I said. I swallowed hard. He took half a step closer to me and I felt his cock brush against my thigh. "I should be going now," I said, sheepishly.

"You don't look like you're in a rush. Do you see something you like?" he asked. He grabbed my right wrist and pulled it firmly toward his cock. "You really like this don't you?" he said. "I'm beginning to think you actually enjoy being manipulated."

I started to pull my hand away, but his hands were strong. He held my hand to his dick and began to rub it up and down.

"Sir, I really have to go. I can get in a lot of trouble for this," I pleaded.

"Then do as you're told," he said. "This doesn't have to be difficult. Get on your knees."

"Please...," I begged.

He smiled and said, "Ok, please get on your knees." With his left hand still grasping my wrist into his crotch, he dropped the pants in his other hand, and moved it to my left shoulder, applying pressure downward. I started to buckle, but resolutely stated, "Look, I've really got to go, and so do you!"

He sighed and shook his head lightly. There was a pause, and then he said with increasing volume, "I guess you just don't learn. Get on your KNEES." He pushed me down hard with both hands and landed squat on the floor. "I told you that this didn't have to be difficult, so now we'll make it difficult. Suck my cock. Let's see if you can listen to direction now. You're going to take this dick and like it," he said.

I didn't know what to do. Sensing my indecision, he grabbed the back of my head by the hair and pulled me face to his stiffening cock. The tip of his dick glistened with precum and the thick, veiny foreskin covered most of the head. He said, "C'mon, mister. Open up."

I halfway opened my mouth, not believing this was happening yet again. He clearly had me under his control. I felt totally powerless. His cock entered my mouth and I tasted the salty precum on my tongue. "Yessss, that's it. Take that cock," he said passionately. He began to move it deeper in my mouth. "Don't you love that cock? Let's see you take it all the way down to my nuts." I stared up at him questioningly. "Oh you'll do it, alright," he said, knowingly. He powerd his rapidly hardening penis into my throat, making me gag. He took his time back there, holding my head firmly to him. "Relax your throat. That's it. Take my cock in your mouth." Now both his hands were holding my head in place like a vice. The pain of him gripping my hair took away the pain of him stuffing his thick piece of meat down my throat momentarily. Then abruptly, he pulled it out of my mouth, and I gasped for air.

"That's real good, mister. Real good. See how hard you're making me? You're doing a great job. I'd hate to ruin those nice clothes of yours. Let's take them off, ok?" he said.

"No, I'm ok," I responded, still catching my breath.

"It wasn't a request, boy. Take off your clothes."

"I can't. I shouldn't even be here..."

I started to stand up quickly, but he caught me and roughly pushed me up against the shelved full of jeans. He said menacingly, "Son, when I tell you to do something, you do it!" He pressed all his weight up against me, wedging me in place. He then reached around and started unbuckling my belt and pants. I managed to move one hand down to stop him, but he pushed against me as hard as he could against the shelves. His rigid cock was grinding into my back, and his right hand was wrapped around my chest firmly. He unzipped my pants and found my cock fully erect. "Oh what do we have here?" he said, mockingly. "And here I was beginning to think you didn't want this. It's a bit smaller than mine, don't you think? Don't you think?!"

"Yes," I responded. I was completely at his disposal now.

"You're going to wish my cock was that size when I'm finished with you. Take off your clothes," he said. He released me and turned me around, not giving me any leeway. Defeated, I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off. My cock was point straight at the ceiling, so I started to remove my shoes, pants and boxers. Once off, I stood before him as he stroked his fully erect penis, rubbing the thick foreskin back and forth over the head. It seemed to pulse in his hand.

He said, "Boy, that cock is a lot smaller than mine. Have you ever fucked any girls with it?"

"Yeah, my girlfriend," I said, defensively.

"Does she like your dick?"

"Yeah, she likes it."

"I wonder if she's ever had a cock like this one before. Do you think she'd be able to handle something this size?"

"I don't know. Maybe."

"Yeah, I bet she'd like having a real man's cock inside her. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be fucked?"

I must have completely turned white. "No, I've never thought of that" I said, and I took a step away from him.

"Oh, sure you have. Your girl likes it, maybe you would too," he said. He took a step toward me.

"No, really. Never. That's not my thing" I said, wavering. I began to think of how to get to the exit. Then I realized I had no clothes.

"Just like sucking cock isn't your thing? You seem to do that pretty well. Like I said before, we can do this easy, or we can make it difficult. Get on your knees again. I need my cock sucked." I backed away.

"Look, I think I've done enough here. This has gone far enough, don't you think?" I pleaded.

"Boy, you just don't know how to listen, do you?" he said in mock disappointment. "Don't you realize that this is going to happen right now? Don't worry, I will take it easy on you. If you do as you're told, that is. Now. On your knees."

I didn't want to make him angry again, so I got down on my knees. I had backed myself up against a wall now, literally and figuratively. The cold drywall behind me would now keep me from getting away. He held his cock to my lips, and I opened my mouth, with tears beginning to sting my eyes. He said, "Yes, that's it. You're finally starting to listen. Suck that big cock, boy. Take it in your mouth." He pushed it in and out of my mouth. He continued, "Now lick that big cock up and down. That's it. You're doing wonderfully." I licked his shaft up and down its length. I was no longer feeling repulsed by it, and I daresay, was beginning to actually enjoy it, although I didn't want him to know that. It was probably getting obvious though. I began bobbing my head back and forth, and he increased his rate. "That's it, mister. Take that cock in your mouth. Put your hands on my ass," he said.

I did what he told me to do. I rested my hands on each cheek of his buttocks and could feel his butt muscles flex each time he pushed his cock in short stokes inside my mouth. He began to pant as he spoke, "God, that's it. Suck that big cock. Suck it, you little cocksucker. I can't wait to shoot this cum in your mouth." Then he pulled out and took a step away from me. I looked up at him, confused. He turned away from me and walked to where his pants lay in a heap on the floor. He rummaged in his pockets for a moment, and when he turned around I noticed he had what appeared to be a condom and a small plastic bottle, not unlike you'd see in a hotel bathroom, to hold shampoo. "Stand up," he said.

I looked up at him confusedly and stood slowly. He was still stroking his cock. It was red and throbbing, and looked like it could have driven through the wall that was stuck to my back. He opened the condom and stretched it over his huge penis. I was amazed that it fit all the way on. Then he said, "Turn around."

I'm sure my eyes were the size of dinner plates. "No...I can't," I stammered. I suddenly bolted, trying to get past him, but I was surrounded by racks and shelves of clothing on three sides. With him blocking my only exit. He grabbed me with his large arm and grasped me around the waist as I kicked and said loudly, "No! I can't!!" All he said was, "Shhhh. Just relax," as I continued to struggle. I couldn't believe how strong he was. He then pulled me back to the wall, slamming me against it chest-first and powerd his all his weight against me. The heat and sweat from his huge frame was permeating. Drips of sweat fell from his brow onto my shoulders as he pressed me fast against the wall. His huge cock was wedged into my back like a gun during a hold-up. I heard the top of a plastic bottle pop open and what sounded like some thick liquid squirting out of it. I couldn't even pull my arms free to push against the wall. He had me in a perfect bind.

He started to place apply the cold lubricant between my butt cheeks, which caused me to reflexively clench them together. "Hmmmm tight," he responded. "I like that. Keep that up," he said in a mocking tone. I immediately stopped, and he applied more around my rectum. He had already put some on his cock-I felt it sliding around on my back. He said, "You're going to love this, boy." We were slowly moving sideways along the wall, partially due to my trying slowly to escape, and him continuing to press against me. I tried to push away, but he pushed back. It seemed that if I resisted, his hold became tighter and even more unrelenting, until finally, I was in the corner. I felt his finger circle around my tightened asshole. "Just relax and we'll make sure this gets lubed up real nice," said. He then applied more lube until everything between my buttocks was slick. He suddenly slipped a finger inside me and I gasped.

"Shhh...relax. Relax your ass," he said softly. Then he put another finger inside and moved it in and out. He then pulled his fingers out and I felt his cock pushing into my ass cheeks, seeking my tightened rectum. He moved it back and forth there, and then found his target. He very slowly started to push against me asshole until the head began to make its way in.

The pain was, at first, excruciating. I gasped, and he stopped, clearly having some experience in doing this before. "Relax your muscles. That's it. Just take it," he said. Slowly he began to move deeper inside my ass. I didn't have any idea how this thing was going inside me. His cock moved very slowly back and forth, move each thrust a little deeper. I felt like I was relaxing a little until he hit another group of muscles that gave him resistance. He slowly applied more pressure until he slipped deeper into my bowels, and I gasped again. The pain was much like the first time, but duller in nature. He started moving back and forth, all the while moving deeper and deeper into my ass.

I had completely given up resisting. I was fully concentrating on the massive tool sliding into my ass. His grip loosened a bit, and he said with his chin pressing into my shoulder, "That's right, boy. You're doing great. My cock is almost all the way inside you. Your ass is so hot." Then with a final push, I felt the base of his cock against my buttocks. He moaned, "Yes, I'm all the way in now. Do you feel that?"

"Yes," I gasped. I couldn't believe that he had that monster inside me. He began to move it back and forth, first with slow, small strokes, and then slowly increasing his range and his tempo.

"God, that's good," he sighed. "You're going to love this cock. It feels so good in your ass. How do you like it in your ass?" he asked.

"It's tight," I said in understatement. I gasped with each thrust, and he moved his hands around my hips, no longer pushing me against the wall.

"Now you're doing it. Take this cock, boy. You love it, don't you? How do you like this cock?"

"Ok", I said. I had to admit it was beginning to feel good. I felt his long, thick erect penis plunging in and out of my rectum, and I was in rapture. My eyes were closed and I kept my face pressed against the wall. I didn't want him to know it, but it was driving me wild.

"Oh yeah? Just ok?" he asked. "How about we go little deeper, then? You're going to love my cock, bitch!" he said, and he quickened his pace; thrusting his dick deep inside me and starting to slam against my buttocks. He grunted with each stroke, and then he suddenly pulled out, which just took my breath away.

"Lay down." He said. I lay on my back, thanking God there was carpet. He picked up both my legs and said, "I wonder if this is what your girlfriend feels like. I wonder if she would love this cock inside her." He then pushed his cock back inside me, and it went in with much less resistance. "Yes, you like that don't you? How does it feel now?"

"Ok," I said, again.

The pressure inside me was amazing. He quickened his pace, thrusting his cock harder in me, and his balls began to slap me in the ass with each stroke. I moaned with each of his massive thrusts into my ass. "That's right, bitch. You take this cock. I'm going to fuck you like a little bitch," he grunted. I was starting to lose control now. "Do you love this cock, bitch?" he asked.

"Oh, god," I said in response.

"Do you love this cock, bitch?" he repeated, louder.

"Yes!" I shouted. "Yes, I love your cock!"

I just continued to grunt with each thrust. He let go of my legs, which were straight up on his shoulders, and they fell to the side, wide open. I suddenly realized that this would be exactly how my girlfriend would look had I been fucking her. The ravenous feeling of his cock filling me up was taking over. I started to move my legs up his sides and wrapped my ankles around his ass, like my girlfriend would have done, pulling him into me with every stroke. I was losing all composure, now. He kept saying, "Take my cock, bitch. You're my little bitch, now aren't you? You've got your legs around my ass! Do you love this cock?" he asked again.

"Yes!" I said.

"Tell me you love it, bitch!"

"I love your cock!" I said, between grunts. "Oh my god, I love your cock!"

"Louder!!" He shouted.

"I love your cock!!" I shouted.

"Beg for it! Beg for this big cock!" he shouted in reply.

"Please give me your cock! Fuck me with your big cock!" I shouted. I couldn't stand it any more. He leaned over on me with my legs around his ass and started fucking me harder. His huge balls continue to slap against my ass. I was absolutely spellbound. All his weight was upon me, and sweat dripped from his face and his chest onto mine. The scent of his sweat falling on me was intoxicating. I was loving this, and he knew it now.

"That's right, bitch. You love this cock. You're going to dream about this big fat cock. I'll bet your girlfriend would love to have this fat dick in here little pussy, wouldn't she?" he asked.

"Yes!" I shouted.

"That's right. Take it. Take this big fat cock, you little bitch. You're going to take all my cum, aren't you? You're going to swallow this load I'm gonna give you!"

"Yes!" I said. Secretly, I didn't want him to stop. He kept slamming into my ass, and started moaning louder and louder, "Oh yeah, oh yeah! I'm gonna cum, boy! You're gonna make me cum!" He then pulled out of my ass and ripped off the condom, tossing it aside. "Get on your knees, bitch. Quick!" He stood, stroking his cock with his face grimacing. I got to my knees somehow, and he grabbed my hair in the back of my head. I didn't need any coaxing at this point, though. He kept stroking, and grunting, "Yeah, yeah, yeah!" but held my head away from his dick, just in front of it. "Here it comes!" he shouted. He plunged his huge cock into my mouth, and I felt the precum start oozing out of it onto my tongue, then he pulled out and held his dick in front of my face. Semen suddenly shot out like a cannon, spraying my face and in my mouth. He moaned loudly, and grunted like an natural as he came. The cum sprayed in many spurts across my face, and dripped down onto my chest. Some got in my eyes, and it quickly burned, but I didn't care. As the semen trickled out to a slow ooze, he pushed it back in my mouth. "Suck that cum off my dick, boy. Suck it all," he said. I felt his cock start to go limp in my mouth. My eyes burned, semen dripped off my face onto my chest and my own cock, and my ass felt sore. Overall, I felt exhilaration.

"Yeah, that was good, boy. Go clean up," he said. I went to the sink and started to clean up; looking at myself in the mirror, wondering what it must have looked like with another man's penis in my mouth and in my ass. There was so much cum, it took me a while. When I emerged, he was gone again, leaving the exit door ajar. I quickly got dressed and closed up.

Walking to my car, I noticed I had three messages on my phone from my girlfriend. I called her back, remembering I was supposed to be there after work tonight.

"I'm sorry, hon. I got held up at work," I said. "I'm really tired. I don't think I'm going to come by tonight." She complained, which finally made me agree to come over. I got in my car and headed out of the nearly empty parking lot. About 5 minutes into my drive, I noticed the same car had been behind me since I'd left. I thought nothing of it as I drove. As I arrived at her house, I saw the car slowly drive by, deliberately in nature. I couldn't make out the figure inside, but he seemed to be staring at the house as he drove off into the night.

The next two days I wasn't working so I had time to reflect on what had transpired at the store. I still couldn't believe these things had happened to me, nor could I excuse the fact that, although this guy was dominating and powering me to do things I otherwise wouldn't, I was allowing it to happen in a sense. The more time I had to clear my head, I began to become more confident that I would put a stop to it. It would help that I would be with my girlfriend tonight.

I wasn't about to tell her about what happened, of course. There's no way she'd see me the same again. We had been together for nearly three years. She worked in a local hospital and had recently had her first foray into management. This allowed her to buy her first house, which she was very proud of. I still was in my little studio apartment. I'd never had a problem with my place until I saw what she was capable of getting into. Now there was a bit of jealousy, although there were hints of her wanting me to move in with her. I didn't want to impose on her. Nor did I want to ride on her coat tails.

Mandy was always a fun girl and since she'd gotten her own home, her confidence had skyrocketed in general. She wasn't bossy, but she was quick to point out any shortcomings of mine. She wanted me to continue school, which I'd persistently put off, get a better job, save my money better. She clearly loved me, but wanted more out of me. It was even evident in the bedroom. I seldom spent the night, but when I did, the sex was great-for me, anyway. Since becoming a homeowner and getting into the new job, she became increasingly demanding in bed, almost like she needed more. It made me worry, but afterward she would always curl up next to me, seemingly satiated.

The previous day, I placed a card on her doorstep. There was no particular occasion; I just liked to surprise her once in a while. In it, I told her I loved her and that I wanted her to meet me at a local restaurant the next evening after work. She called me after she was home.

"What's the occasion?" she asked.

"Nothing. I just wanted to take you out," I responded.

"You're not trying to wine me up and take advantage, are you?" She asked, coy.

"No! I just thought we haven't been going out much lately since your new job, so I thought I'd get you to blow off some steam."

She almost sounded disappointed, "Oh, well ok. Sure. I'll meet you there." It never failed that if I was trying to be romantic, she wanted something more fun.

The night came and I met her at the restaurant. She looked great. It wasn't anything too upscale. Just enough to put her face on. She was already sitting down at the table when I arrived. I took her in as she waved at me. She had on a summer dress which accented her great breasts. They were about 35C and full. When she moved, they moved a half second later.

I saw down with her and she proceeded to tell me about her day at work. I listened as intently as I could, but much of what she said went over my head anyway.

"Thanks for the card, by the way. That was sweet," she said.

"Oh, you know. I like to be spontaneous sometimes." I responded.

"So, why don't you let me get this tonight? I just got paid yesterday and I know you're trying to save up," she said.

"No, no. Tonight it's all on me. You've been working too hard lately," I quipped.

"Honey, I appreciate it, but you're trying to save, remember? I can afford it. I appreciate the sentiment, you know I do. Look, when you move up in the ranks at work, take me out. Until then, let me handle it. I really don't mind," she said. Now I felt about three feet tall.

I'm sure she saw my face fall. "I'm going to run to the bathroom," I said, trying to cut her off. "I'll be right back."

I usually tried to avoid confrontations like this. I rose, and turned toward the back of the restaurant. Then a chill went up my spine. I saw him. Two tables away, in a small table for two he sat, looking dead at me. He loosed a knowing smirk as our eyes met. I stutter-stepped for a second and then corrected myself and made a bee-line for the bathroom. As I entered, put my hands on the sink and stared into the mirror. How did he know I was here? Panicked thoughts flew through me head. Just then, he walked in behind me and I spun around to see him.

"Well, fancy meeting you here, and with that lovely girlfriend of yours. I can see why you were in such a hurry to leave the other night. She looks great!" he said.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice nearly cracking.

"Oh, I was just in the area. I wanted to be a little spontaneous, I guess." He winked at me as he said the words.

That last line was almost verbatim for what I had written in Mandy's card. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at rapt attention. I responded angrily, "Did you read the card I left her?!"

"Oh, don't be cross like that," he said coolly. "I was doing some work on her pipes that day and happened to come across it." I looked at him inquisitively. "Oh, you didn't hear? Yeah, Amanda was having some leaking faucets under the sink. She must have heard about me, so she called and I came over to fix everything. It probably helped that I put my business card in her door. Quite a coincidence, don't you think?" he said, chuckling.

"What, are you stalking her or something?" I shot back. I was now fuming.

"Well, you were so forthcoming about her during our last meeting, that I just had to get to know her. You know, you should probably get back out there. She'll be wondering what you're doing in here with some random guy," he mentioned. I stared hard at him, and stormed out. I cannot believe this is happening, I thought. I regained my outward composure as I got back to the table.

"Sorry about that. There was a bit of a line," I said.

"It's ok. I'm sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I just want you to get out of this rut you seem to be in. You're a smart guy. You can be successful, you know?" she said.

"What? Oh, yeah. I know. You're right. Listen, whatever you want tonight. This is about you," I said. I had completely forgotten about our disagreement. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him return to his table.

"Good," she said. "It's settled, then. I had a pretty long day at work, so can we just had back to the house after dinner?" she asked.

"Sure. That's fine. Whatever you want," I said.

My mind was racing. This guy had now been in her house. What a piece of work he was. I began to think he must have gotten in there at some point to mess with the plumbing so that she would see the leak. If he was capable of that, what else could he potentially do?

As if reading my mind, she said, "So, the other day I noticed this leak from under the sink. It almost seemed like it was from behind the wall or something. Anyway, that same day there was a business card on my door for a local plumber. Isn't that weird?"

"Yeah, pretty coincidental," I said. You've got to be kidding me, I thought. "So what happened?" I asked.

"Well, this guy came over, real nice. He said he had been out in the neighborhood trying to drum up some business. I told him he had perfect timing. Anyway, he checked out the problem and fixed it. He didn't even charge me for it! I mean, what a nice guy." she said. If I hadn't been trying as hard as I can to seem unfazed, I would have slapped myself in the forehead.

"So, he didn't want anything?" I asked.

"No, he really didn't. All he said was, 'I'd like to be real helpful in the community, and the business will come.' So, I insisted he have a beer and we just chatted for a few. You just don't come across guys like that every day," she said.

"No, you certainly don't," I said. Just then, her phone buzzed. She answered it, putting her other hand to her free ear. She excused herself and got up to go outside. The hospital kept her busy even at home sometimes. I glanced over to the table where the bastard was, and it was empty. I quickly glanced around, still not finding him. I was just about to get up and check on my girlfriend, when he came out of nowhere and sat down in her seat.

"You bastard. You leave her alone!" I said, trying to keep my voice down.

"Hey, I just helped her fix her plumbing. It would be terrible for that water damage to get into her walls. Nice girl you've got there," he said. "I didn't even charge her for it. How could I after the services I've gotten from her boyfriend? She's got a nice little place over there. Those pipes might need some work from time to time, though."

"Look, just get out of here before she comes back," I said. I glanced around nervously.

He got up, and said, "Just relax! You want her to have a good time, right?" winking again. He strolled back to his table. A moment later, Mandy came back to the table and I composed myself yet again.

"Sorry!" she said. "That was work about some staffing issues. God, I'm starving." We ordered our food and ate without further incident. Halfway through dinner, I saw the plumber heading toward our table. I was mortified and tried to ignore him. As he was passing by, I heard Mandy say, "Jeff? Is that you?"

He stopped, and said, "Hey! Amanda, right? Wow, we just keep running into each other! Good to see you!"

"You too! How's business coming along?" she asked.

"Pretty good, actually. It's getting there," he said, then turned to me. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your dinner."

My girlfriend piped in, "Oh, I'm sorry. Jeff, this is my boyfriend, David. David, this is Jeff, the guy I was just telling you about."

He extended his hand to me, "You were talking about me? How nice! Good to meet you, David. Great girl you've got here," he said.

"Thanks. I appreciate you helping her out like that," I said. Now I had to compliment him. Unbelievable.

"No problem. Being helpful goes a long way, I find." He winked at me.

"So, what brings you here?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, I just come here alone sometimes. I like this place," he said.

"You're alone? Well, why don't you join us!" she said. I glared at Amanda. She shot me an angry look back and kicked me under the table.

"Sure, please, join us," I said, sighing under my breath.

"Well, I'd hate to impose on you two..." he started. Mandy cut him off.

"No, no, please we'd love to have you," she insisted.

Jeff pulled up a chair and he sat with us. He and Amanda chatted for a while, and we finished our dinner. I scarcely said a word, as the conversation was clearly between the two of them. I would offer a word or two in edgewise, but I was largely out of it. I was stewing in my seat the whole time. Even here, I had no control over what he was doing.

The bills were paid, and I said, "Are we about ready to get out of here, Mandy?" She was shaken out of her conversation with Jeff.

"Oh, what's the rush? Let's get a couple takes! Jeff, are you going to join us?" she asked.

"Well, sure! That would be great," he said.

"Mandy, didn't you say you had to get home early tonight?" I pressed.

"Oh, well, I just have to be up a little early is all. I know, why don't we all go over to the house and get a take!" she suggested.

Before I could respond, Jeff quickly said, "That would be great! I'll check out your pipes while I'm there!" They both laughed as my heart went into my throat. I couldn't say anything without seeming rude, so I went along with it. She insisted he follow us in case he forgot how to get there. I was pretty sure that wouldn't be a problem. "You're not upset are you? He's a really nice guy who needs some support in the community. It must be hard starting up a business from scratch like that," she said as we walked to our respective cars.

"No, of course not. I'll meet you there," I said. As soon as I got in the car, I punched the steering wheel. "How does this keep happening?" I said out loud. The drive to her house felt like a funeral procession. We crammed into her tiny driveway and entered the house. She went to the kitchen, and I said quietly, "You are imposing, you know. One take and it's time to leave."

"Relax, Dave. Have a take. You seem tense!" He slapped me on the shoulder. "You have a great little place here, Amanda!" He said out loud.

"Thanks, Jeff! I'm happy with it," she said, and came out of the kitchen with three beers. Jeff held his glass up in cheer toward Amanda and I, and said, "To new friends." Amanda repeated the refrain, and they clinked glasses, and then mine. I feebly returned the gesture. She took him by the arm and showed him around the house, leaving me in the living room. I heard them laughing in the back of the small house, and in no time they had returned.

We adjourned into the living room, placing the beers on coasters around the coffee table. Jeff sat next to Amanda. "You guys are so great to invite me over like this. I don't get out too much," he said.

"Well, we love having you over, don't we, David?" she said, turning to me.

"Oh yeah, definitely," I said. She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. She excused herself to go to the bathroom. When she departed, Jeff spoke, "Boy, she's cute. What's she, about 25?"

"Yes, 25," I said, and glared back at him. "Look, you really need to get going. I was planning on spending time with her alone tonight," I said.

"Leave? But we're just loosening up! Look, let's all just take a breath here. Everyone's relaxing, having a take, enjoying the company" he said, settling into the couch and reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a tiny vial of clear liquid. It looked like a bottle of Visine, but had not label on it.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Oh, just a little something to liven up the party." He quickly squeezed a few drops into Mandy's beer. It happened so fast, I didn't have to react.

"What the hell was that?! Stop that!" I said, reaching over to grab the vial from his hand.

He grabbed my hand and said in a low tone, "Relax, Dave. You wouldn't want your sweet little girlfriend to find out about what you've been doing after work, do you? We're all just having fun. Enjoy." We glared at each other. I heard the toilet flush and the sink run, and Amanda came out into the living room again. They resumed their conversation, as they sipped their beers. After a few minutes, Amanda started clearly loosening up a bit. She was laughing a little too loudly at Jeff's jokes, was increasingly unaware of her already short dress rising up her thigh as she shifted around on the couch.

"Mandy, are you alright? You seem a little tired." I said, hoping that she would realize it.

"No, I'm fine." She said a little too flamboyantly. "I feel great! Let me get everyone another one!" She got up, stumbling a bit, and sauntered off to the kitchen. I glared hard at Jeff. Amanda came back in the room with the beers. Her shoulder strap was slipping off her left shoulder, and as she bent over to hand out the beers, she clearly showed her left breast. "Oh, god! Sorry!!" she said, laughing, and quickly pulled the thin spaghetti strap back in place. Jeff responded, "Oh, hey! Don't let me stop you!" They both laughed heartily. I sank into the couch, feeling helpless.

The conversation kept going, and Amanda was visibly becoming relaxier. She finally put her head on my shoulder as she was talking, and suddenly appeared to be arelax. "Boy, she sure seems relaxed!" Jeff said. "You could probably do anything you wanted to her now. What do you think about that?"

"I think it's time to go, Jeff. I'm going to put her to bed now," I said. I started to pick her up. "Let me help you," he said.

"No, I've got it. You know the way out" I said. I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. He followed me and stood in the doorway.

"Boy, she looks great. You know, I could have sworn I saw her looking at my crotch when I was here the other day. I'll bet she wonders what it's like to have a real man inside her. What do you think? Do you think she'd like to have a man's cock?" he asked, rubbing his crotch.

"Ok, look this has gone far enough. She's ******." she shifted in bed on her back, and let out a soft moan. The bottom of her dress was hiked up and showing the triangle of her panties.

"I don't know, I'll bet she actually wants this. I'd hate to disappoint her. Especially since we've gotten along so well tonight," he said. He began to unbuckle his belt, and unzip his fly, walking toward me.

I held my hand up and said, "No! You're not doing this!" He grabbed my wrists, and said, "Relax. She doesn't have to know about you and how you love sucking my cock, and getting this big dick in your ass. Let's just enjoy. Maybe you can get in on this, too!"

I watched him pull off his jeans and his huge cock popped out. As before, I was mesmerized by it. Suddenly I felt my own cock stirring in my pants. I felt powerless to do anything. "Come here. I want you to watch what a real cock does to her," he said, and pulled her panties off. The motion made her breasts bounce on her chest, thinly concealed by the loose fabric. He then pulled off her dress, freeing them. She looked gorgeous lying there on the bed, and appeared to be relaxed, but not really arelax.

"She won't remember this. You will, but she won't. God, what a gorgeous little pussy," he said.

She let out a soft moan again and said, "Mmm, Dave." Jeff said, "See? I'm doing you a favor. She'll think this is you doing it to her."

He lay between her legs, and stroked his slowly stiffening cock. The foreskin was moving back and forth over his mushroom-like cock head. He pulled her legs slowly around him, and pushed his thick cock against her slit, rubbing it up and down. "Mmm, baby..." she moaned.

"That's right, baby. How's that feel?" he asked. She moaned softly in response. He started pushing his cock inside her pussy, and she started to softly moan with each stroke. I could see her pussy lips parting in response to the intruding penis. Now that I was watching his cock enter her I appreciated the size difference between us. He had to be about two inches longer than I and significantly thicker. He pushed his fat cock further into her pussy and she slowly moved her pelvis to meet him. Finally, he made one great thrust into her and she gasped. Her eyes opened for a moment, looking toward the ceiling, and her hands grasped the sheets of the bed, but she never looked directly at either of us. I had never seen her react this way. I started to ***ly rub my own cock, watching my girlfriend being penetrated by the same huge cock that had penetrated me only days before. The same cock that shot all that cum on my face and in my mouth.

"That's right, baby. Take this cock. Does it feel good, baby?" he said.

"Yes, oh yes. God, you feel good, baby!" she moaned. Her soft breasts bounced up and down on her chest with each thrust of his massive cock. I took out my dick and started stroking it, watching the display. Jeff saw me and said, "Go stick your dick in her mouth." I walked to the head of the bed and abandoning reamister, I pulled off my clothes and knelt next to her head, my cock resting next to her cheek. "Yeah, that's it. Give it to her!"

As my penis touched her lips, they parted, and she began sucking it greedily. Her head began moving back and forth, taking it in her mouth, and she moaned harder as Jeff began to pick up his pace. Her legs were up high on his chest now, and he was really thrusting his dick inside her. I was in rapture watching this action. I pulled out of her mouth to keep from coming too soon, and he pulled out of her wet, slick pussy. He turned her over, and quickly stuffed his glistening cock back into her pussy. She lifted her round ass and I watched his balls slap against her as he continued fucking her. He was sweating in droves now.

I was amazed how whatever have it was that he gave her was able to make her so submissive and seemingly oblivious to the ravaging of her body, yet leave her at least somewhat conscious enough to appear to enjoy what was being done to her. Mandy's ass was slightly elevated and moaning loudly with each slow thrust of Jeff's huge penis. It was clear that she loved this and that his cock was making her do things that mine could never do. As if realizing this, Jeff said, "How do you like watching your girlfriend getting fucked by a real cock? I think she loves it, don't you?"

"Yes." I said, stroking my own cock.

"Why don't you come and get inside her for a minute. See what her pussy feels like when it's been stretched out from a real man's dick." He said, pulling out of her. Amanda was panting and moaning rhythmically. I approached her and slid my cock in. There was virtually no resistance, and my cock slid in to the hilt immediately. I noticed she felt incredibly wet, but also loose – exactly what I would have expected to feel after having a much larger cock inside her. "Does her pussy feel loose now?"

"Yes, it does." I said.

Amanda wasn't moaning like she had been with Jeff inside of her. In fact, she began pleading, "Please, put it all the way back in. Give it to me, baby."

Jeff said, "Is it not deep enough for you, baby?"

"No. I need it all the way in me, baby."

Jeff then pushed me aside and I fell out of her wet, slippery vagina. He "You don't want that little thing, do you, honey? You want a man's dick. Isn't that right?" he asked my girlfriend.

"Yes, baby. Give it to me," she responded.

"You need to beg for it. I've got a real man's cock right here for you, but you have to show me you want it," he demanded.

"Please, please give it to me, baby. I want your cock," she pleaded.

"That's not good enough. Do you want your boyfriend's little dick or would you like this big, fat man's cock right here? You need to tell me, honey," he said.

"I want your big cock, baby. Please give me your cock. Put it inside me!" she said. I was humiliated, but turned on at the same time. He looked at me and smirked, knowingly.

"That's better. Here you go, baby. Here comes a real dick," he said, and then pushed his purple cock head against her shining pussy lips and entered her. She gasped and then he started pushing deeper with each slow stroke. "You love this cock, don't you? You don't want that little boyfriend's cock, you need this big fat dick, don't you? Tell him you love this dick!"

"Yes! I love this cock! Oh god, it's so big! Fuck me baby!" she started repeating.

"Whose pussy is this, bitch? Who owns this pussy now?" he barked at her. His pace began increasing, and his cock looked hard enough to cut diamonds. His huge testicles repetitively slapped against her buttocks as he rammed away in her sopping cunt.

"This is your pussy! This is your pussy! Fuck me, baby!" she cried. Her legs were completely wrapped around him and her hands were on his barrel chest. I could see the sweat dripping off his chin and chest onto her body. It was all I could do to keep from cumming on the spot. She shook with orgasm after rippling orgasm, all the while telling him to keep fucking her.

"Tell your boyfriend who owns your pussy now, bitch! Tell him whose cock you really want!" He shouted.

"You own my pussy! I love your cock! Don't stop, baby! Oh god, I'm coming!" she cried, and shook with yet another orgasm. With that, I knelt next to her face and stroked my cock next to her. I immediately felt the surge from my balls and grunted with a huge orgasm of my own, and loosed my cum across the side of her face.

"Oh, you don't want that little thing, do you, honey? I'll show you how a real man cums. You want my taste my load, baby?" he asked.

"Yeah baby! Give my your cum!" she pleaded.

"Oh yeah, baby, here it comes!" he shouted, and he pulled out of her spent pussy, quickly straddling her chest and semen starting leaking from his bulbous mushroom head. Just then, he grunted loudly, and ropes of his cum shot onto Amanda's face and chest, further adding to my insignificant cumshot. Jeff panted and gripped his cock tightly, squeezing all his semen out onto her heaving chest. She lay there, covered with cum, completely spent. She was still panting, but appeared otherwise arelax. Jeff stepped off the bed, dismounting her heaving chest. He then walked to the bathroom to clean up. I lay down next to my girlfriend, still in shock of what I'd just seen.

Jeff emerged from the bathroom and pulled on his clothes from the floor. "I'll see you kids later...probably sooner than later!" he said, chuckling to himself. I heard the front door close. I got up and walked to the bathroom. I grabbed a warm washcloth and started to contain the massive amounts of sperm all over Amanda's face and chest. There was some in her hair as well. I pulled the covers over her in bed, and she seemed far away.

For my part, I got dressed, put away beer bottles and glasses and attempted to hide any evidence of the preceding activities. My only hope was that she was truly amnesic from whatever Jeff gave her. I didn't find this hope very assuring.

I decided to let myself out rather than spend the night. I didn't have a concrete reamister for this, only that she and I both probably needed to be alone. She, because she's ****** and hopefully not remembering anything, and me because I needed to clear my head. I'd traversed down a slippery path and couldn't say where it led, nor where it might go if I slipped more than I already had.

As much as they had to be aware of my presence, I didn't want it to stop, so I tried to keep hidden as much as possible. Jeff then pulled away from her thighs and placed his hand on top of hers, pressing her to his huge penis. Amanda stared down at it as he did. Her top slid away from her breast and his fingers caressed the swollen nipple. Jeff's hands then moved from her and went to his belt. Her hand stayed on top of his dick until he unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Jeff then stood in front of Amanda and slowly pulled down his pants and boxers, until his thick cock fell out and hung low between his legs. Amanda's eyes widened as it emerged and darted from his face to his cock several times.

She sat there unsure of what to do next, until he stepped closer to her and started stroking his long, thick, uncut penis. She leaned forward slightly her eyes darted around the room looking for me. I moved my head back around the wall so she wouldn't see. I heard a soft moan, so I poked my head back around and saw only his ass and what appeared to be Amanda sucking his cock. "Yeah, honey, that is. God, that feels good," he said to her. Her fingers wrapped around his hips. This went on for a few minutes until Jeff stepped back from her. He took her hand and she stood up. As she reached her feet, they kissed deeply, her hands wrapped around his back and shoulders. He then picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked toward the bedroom.

They continued to kiss as he walked and as he crossed the threshold into her room, the door closed behind them. I heard him put her down as I approached the door. I got down on the floor so I could peek under the door and I saw them standing before each other. Her skirt and top suddenly hit the floor and her panties as well. They panted and rubbed each other, but I could only see from the knee down. Finally, he lifted her up again and she fell onto the bed. Jeff stepped up to her and as they were farther from the door, I could see her reclining on the bed and him drop to his knees. He pulled her hips closer to him and started to kiss her swollen labia. She sighed deeply as he touched her and her hands caressed his head. He started sucking on her clit and he began to moan, louder and louder until panting and bucking her hips wildly.

"Oh God, oh God, I'm gonna cum!" she said, and he pulled her pussy tight to his mouth. She wailed and her body shook before him. Then Jeff stood, holding his thick cock before her. The foreskin fell away from the heavy mushroom head and he pulled it back and forth along its shaft. Her eyes tracked it as it moved closer to her.

"Are you ready for this, honey?" he asked rhetorically. He then knelt onto the bed and slid his fat tool into her wet, slick cunt. I had a perfect view of the lips of her labia parting and stretching around to accommodate his girth. She gasped as his head entered her and he only gently applied pressure to allow the head to enter her. He was teasing her.

"Oh God," she said. "It's so big."

He still only moved the head in and out of her slowly. She started to move her hips under him. She stared at him as he teased her. "You want this dick, baby?" he asked.

"Yes, please," she said. "I want to feel it. It's so big...please." She was trying to move her hips higher to accommodate him, but he resisted the urge.

"Alright honey," he said, and he pushed more of his thick tool inside of her, splitting her pussy wider. She cried out as he entered her. Her legs moved up around his back, trying to pull him deeper.

"Oh my God, my God, it's so big." She looked at his fat cock as he moved more of it into her. I opened my pants and pulled out my hard cock so I could stroke it.

"Do you want more, baby? Do you want more of this big cock?" he asked, hovering over her.

"Yes, please! Please give it to me," she cried. Her hands went to his hips and were trying to pull him on to her, but still he resisted.

"Tell me whose dick you want, honey. Your boyfriend's or mine?" he asked.

Her eyes stared directly at his stiff tool entering her. "I want your cock," she said.

"Look at me and say it. Tell me whose cock you want. Mine or his?" he said again.

She turned to stare at his eyes and looked at him longingly. "Yours. It's so much bigger. Please give me your cock."

Jeff then said, "Ok, baby. That's better. Here you go." He plunged his thick tool all the way inside her and grinded his hips into hers. She screamed as he slammed into her cunt and then again as he withdrew its length and slammed it home again. Then his pace increased to a piston-like rhythm. His balls slapped her ass as he fucked her ravenously. She cried out with each thrust and he pulled his cock nearly all the way out each time, before pushing it back in.

"Oh God! Oh my God! It's so big, baby! Fuck me with that cock!" she cried.

"You want this cock, baby?" he shouted. "You want this dick? Tell me how bad you want it!"

"I need your cock! Oh God, I love it!" she screamed.

"Is it better than your boyfriend's?" he asked. "You like this one better, don't you?"

"Yes! I like your cock! I love it!" she said, staring into his eyes. He continued to plow into her wet pussy, the slapping sound of his hips slamming home echoed across the house. I stroked my hard cock as I watched under the door.

"You don't want that little boy's dick, do you honey? You need a man's cock, don't you? You need a real cock to fill you up!"

Suddenly, he stopped and pulled out of her dripping pussy. Appalled, I saw him quickly walk to the door and wrench it open. There I was, on the ground like a young trying to peek under his parents' door to catch the sight of them having sex. "Well, what do we have here?" Jeff said, standing over me. "Getting a good eye-full, are you?"

I looked at Amanda, lying in bed. She stared at me, mouth agape as if she had figured I had gone home for the night. "What the hell are you doing?!" she said.

"I think he's taking notes, honey. He wants to see what a real man does to a woman." I stood, with my hard cock in my hand. "I want you to feel your boyfriend's cock. I want you to know the difference." He stepped away and motioned for me to step up. Amanda still looked surprised, but lust was in her eyes and her hand moved down to her wet pussy. I quickly yanked off my pants and underwear and lay between her legs. My cock slipped easily into her.

She stared at me as I entered her. She sighed lightly as I moved back and forth inside her. She felt loose and slick. I tried to push deep into her, but she appeared unimpressed. She smiled at me with an evil grin as I tried to push deep into her. "Come on honey," she said. "Put it all the way in me...fuck me. Put it all the way in me," she said. She knew I was as far in as I could go. I tried to fuck her harder and ground my hips into hers, but her pussy felt loose around my much smaller dick. "Is that it, honey? Is that all you have? Did you like watching his cock stretch me out, baby?" she asked. Jeff laughed behind me and then walked around to the side, stroking his hard, massive cock.

"How does that feel?" Jeff asked. "Does it feel as good as this cock does, baby?"

"No, I need yours," she said. She looked into my eyes. "I want to feel his cock, baby. I need his cock inside me."

"I think you've both got a little penis envy, don't you?" he said. He pulled my shoulder and I fell out of her pussy. He then pushed my down to me knees and walked up to me. "Why don't you show your girlfriend how we first met? Show her what we did when you invited me into the back of your store." He said. I was appalled...I glanced at Amanda and she looked shocked. I looked back at Jeff and he grabbed my head and powerd it down on his slick penis. I took him into my mouth and started moving it in and out of me. "Yeah, boy. Suck that dick. You didn't know this, did you, honey? You didn't know your boyfriend likes dick, too!" I made him suck my cock at his store after closing one night. I made him take me load all over his face, didn't I? I'll bet he knew that you needed this that very night." He said. Then he pulled away, leaving me on my knees.

"Let me show you what a real man's cock does to her," he said. Amanda stared at me as he held her legs close to him and shoved his cock back inside her. "There, baby, is that better?" he said.

"Oh yes! Oh yeah! God, fuck me! Fuck my pussy, Jeff! Oh God, I'm going to cum!!" she shouted. Her body shook under him and she cried out as he continued to pound her relentlessly. "Oh God, it's so big! Give it to me!" She looked at me as he impaled her on the bed.

"You don't want that little dick, do you? You want this real man's cock, don't you? You want this big cock to stretch out that little pussy!"

"Yes! Stretch out my pussy!" she said. The words seemed to drive her crazy. Jeff suddenly pulled out of her and flipped her over on her stomach. She was panting on the bed. He then turned her so she faced me and pulled her ass up so that she was on all fours and got on the bed behind her. His massive cock glistened with juice from her cunt. He then shoved it back inside her stretched out vagina and began plowing her again.

"That's right! Take this dick! Fill up your pussy! Tell him all about it, honey. Tell him what you need!"

"Oh God, yes! I want your big fucking cock. God, fuck my ass! That's a real cock, baby!" she said. Then she looked up and stared at me, sweat beading on her face. "Do you see this, honey? Do you see what he's doing to me? He's giving me a real cock! It's so much bigger than yours! He's stretching out my pussy!" I was jacking my own, less substantial dick as I watched the incredible display in front of me. "I need his dick, honey! I have to have his big, fat cock inside me. Do you see how he's stretching me out?"

"That's it, baby," he said. "Tell him whose pussy this is, now. Tell him that your pussy belongs to me now. Tell him I'm going to fuck your sweet pussy whenever I want."

"Oh God, oh God! I'm going to let him fuck me whenever he wants, honey! My pussy belongs to him now! I need his big cock! Yes! I'm coming again!!" she screamed. Her body shook again with another massive orgasm and her face fell to the bed. Jeff continued to split her pussy with his huge tool.

Amanda pulled her head up and cried out as tears ran down her face, "My GOD it's so GOOD! I can't get enough of it!"

"God, I'm gonna cum, baby," Jeff said. "I need you on your knees, honey. You need to take my cum!"

With that, he pulled out and got off the bed. Amanda quickly jumped down to the floor on her knees, right next to me, and Jeff walked up to her, holding his thick, angry cock in front of her face. She took it into her mouth greedily. "Yeah, honey. Suck that cock. Make me cum on your face! I'm gonna cum!"

He pulled his dick out of her mouth and gripped the shaft hard. Amanda held her mouth open and suddenly huge ropes of semen shot out at her into her open mouth and across her face. Cum dripped down her chin onto her heaving breasts. She took his cock in her mouth and sucked the remaining drops of cum out of him. I couldn't take any more and I suddenly shot my own cum into the air right next to them The sight was too much for me. It was a paltry amount compared to what Jeff had just shot, but I didn't care. She was clearly satisfied and that was good enough for me.

Jeff pulled away from her and walked past me, grabbing a towel from the rack and proceeded to clean himself off. He then walked back into the room and grabbed his clothes, putting them on. "That was wonderful, honey," he said to Amanda and kissed her lips -- semen still dripping from them. "Give me a call when you need to see me again."

Amanda got up and stood shakily with cum still dripping from her face. She walked over to the bathroom and grabbed a towel from the wall. I followed her in. "I'm sorry you had to see that, honey. I guess I really needed that, though. I guess I really need a big one like that sometimes. Are you going to be ok with that?" she asked.

"Yeah, I mean...of course," I stammered.

"I didn't know you liked to suck cock," she said, matter-of-factly. "Is his the only one you've done?"

"Yeah, it just kind of happened at work one night," I said.

"You'll have to tell me about it later. Right now, I have to lie down. I'll talk to you tomorrow, ok?"

"Yeah, ok. Love you," I said as she walked past me and lay in the disheveled bed.

"Mmm," was all she could muster before pulling the covers over herself.

I was sure that the spectacle I had just witnessed was sure to repeat itself soon, and I knew that I was going to have to get used to it if I planned on staying with Amanda, provided she allow that. I would have to assume my new role as cuckold. Jeff was right, we both had penis envy. His. And I would take it.

"Because it's your only way out of here. You gonna run out of here naked? Come on, I'm sure you'll do fine. Unless you don't think you're capable of the task," he said. The youngish tone of the challenge seemed ridiculous, but I found myself agreeing anyway.

"Alright, fine. What do I have to do?" I asked.

"Ok. Sit right up there in the corner." I did what I was told. "Good," he said. "Now you just have to stay there for two minutes." It seemed easy enough. My dick was still at attention, but the fear was beginning to shrink it a bit. Sitting in the corner on the top of the bench, he climbed up, straddling my legs. His cock was still hardening, partially soft, but thick and angry looking. It pointed directly at my face and I couldn't look away from it. It was as if he was pointing a gun to my head. The head of his cock was now halfway exposed without him touching it at all. The foreskin actually drooped away slightly underneath his huge penis and made the whole shaft look even thicker and more menacing than it already was. Veins popped out from all sides, wrapping around the rod like vines toward the thinned forest of hair at the hilt. The large testicles hung lower than they looked like they ought. He started to move closer and I reflexively moved up my hands in defense.

"Uh uh...you can't use your hands either," he scolded.

"Oh, come on!" I started to say, and then he sprang his fat cock forward toward my mouth. I quickly shut my lips and turned my head to the side. He withdrew slightly, the side of his long dick sliding along the side of my cheek.

"Ooh, that was close. Remember, hands down! Now we have to start the clock again," he said. I started to protest, turning my face to him, and his thick dick thrusted forward again. It met my lips and now was fully erect. It had a heady, musky scent to it that was only accentuated by the heat and steam of the room. I never much like how I smelled after a workout and my wife certainly never did, though this was different. There was a mild aphrodisiac quality to it that made me slowly softening penis suddenly spring to life. This caused me to lose focus for a moment and loosen my lip muscles. At the same moment, he took one of his feet and moved it over to my own cock, causing me to gasp. It was at this moment that he took his opportunity. His hips bucked forward and the massive tool plunged past my lips into my mouth. "There it is! I new I'd get it in there before long! Too bad for you! I win...now I get the spoils. Suck this cock, boy!"

I mumred in protest, but for some reamister, still kept my arms down like I was playing the game. His hips started rhythmically move in and out. I had my first taste of cock. As repulsed as I was initially, I retained some curiosity about it and it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, I was becoming more aroused by the moment. Ashamed of this, I masked my arousal by acting like I was ethically obeying the rules of the game. I made an angry look up at him in mock protest, but I was losing myself to this act of **** at the same time. I couldn't call it ****. I was allowing it to happen as much as he was making me do it.

"That's right. Suck that cock. Take it all the way in. I want you to enjoy this dick," he said. I obeyed and allowed it to slide in and out of my open mouth. He withdrew just out of reach of my lips and my mouth stayed open. I saw small beads of pre-cum oozing from the tip. "Stick out your tongue, boy," he said. I obeyed again, and he touched the tip of his throbbing penis to my tongue, dripping the thick fluid into my mouth. It tasted slightly salty, but largely tasteless. It created a long line of stretched-out fluid like a spider's web as he pulled his dick away from my mouth. He then plunged it back in and it touched the back of my throat. It wasn't even halfway in my mouth.

"That it, mister. You're doing great." He grabbed his dick with one hand, and grabbed the back of my head with the other. "Now, you're going to learn to take it all in," he said. His huge penis began to move in and out of my mouth, each time pressing harder against the back of my throat. It made me gag quickly. With each gag, he kept it there, applying no further pressure until the reflex abated. My hands reflexively sprung to his hips to keep from pushing his cock further down my throat. "Breathe through your nose. Relax. That's it. Take this big cock, boy. Suck that dick."

Each thrust was going further and further in until I was sure I'd check and started resisting more. This made him increase his pace and he put both his hands on either side of my head, grasping my hair. By hands pushing against his hips were useless as he had all the leverage. He was grunting with each thrust, saying over and over, "Yeah! Suck that cock, boy. Take that big fat dick! You're going to take my load, aren't you, boy? That's right, I'm going to shoot my cum all over your face." I looked up, appalled. I hadn't considered that. He was going to cum, and I was going to be powerd to take it all. His thrusts became more deliberate. "I know you can't take the whole thing. You're doing great! Now you're going taste a real man's cum in your mouth! Yeah! Here it comes!" he grunted loudly.

With one hand still holding my head, he pulled his throbbing cock out of my mouth with his other. It glistened with saliva and his sweat as it poured off his chin and his chest. He held it tightly and then jets of semen shot out into my waiting mouth. His cock jerked as it spewed pulses of cum in the air and grunted loudly. His sweat fell on my face as the cum splattered my face. Some got in my eyes and hair. I couldn't believe he could cum so much. It seemed like thirteen or fourteen shots of cum hit me. He then pulled my face to his red and angry tool and said, "Yeah, that's it. Lick that cum off me. Lick it all off my fat cock." I did as I was told, amazed that I was being so submissive. The cum was thick on my tongue and tasted saltier than the previous drops of lubricant he'd placed on there beforehand. It wasn't disgusting. I was takes with the feeling of being dominated by this man and wouldn't think of denying him now. His penis began to soften and withdraw into its sheath of foreskin. I could feel the thick semen dripping from my chin. My eyes burned terribly from the combination of cum and sweat now flooding them, but I couldn't move. He said, "You did real good, mister. Now go clean your face up. I'm sure your eyes are burning." He chuckled as he stepped down to the floor. I heard him plop onto the bench as I plunged the towel into the water and wiped my face with it. Finally, able to see, I looked back where I'd been only a moment before. I saw James relaxed against the bench; his now flaccid but still reddened cock lay lifeless between his legs. I couldn't believe this had just happened to me.

Just then, the door to the steam room opened and a tall man entered the room. Looking around, he saw James, naked on the bench, and then myself hovering over the water bucket, also naked, but with an erection that wouldn't go away.

"Well, what happened in here?" he asked. The other towel was thrown around the floor and drops of semen still lay oozing down my chest and abdomen.

"Oh, not much," said James. "Just holding a little lecture in here. Kevin here learns real quick. He sure can hold his end of a bargain."

"Well that's good to know. You look like you had fun in here, James. How've you been?" he asked.

"You know each other?" I asked, shocked.

"Oh yeah," said James. "He works here at the spa and gets a little action like I do on occasion. Looks like you've got some good timing today. Kevin here just got broken in."

I was frantically looking around the room now between the two of them. "I'm Mike, by the way, Kevin. Nice to meet you," he said as he started walking toward me. His hand moved to the knot on his towel.

The combination of heat, sweat, and being ravaged was starting to feel exhilarating. Then James shoved his cock into me until his balls touched my own. I let out a loud, "OH!", and he started laughing. "That feels good, doesn't it, boy? Damn, you've got a tight ass," he said. Mike started chuckling too as he continued to hold my arms down. James was now slowly moving his big dick back and forth inside me. He would nearly remove it completely, and then shove it back in until I thought he'd rip me apart. The pain, which had been excrutiating was now replaced by an endorphin rush and I began to move my ass in time with his thrusts. His thick body still remained completely on top of me and the sweat falling off his body mixed with my own. I began to moan as he plunged his tool inside me, the feeling was just incredible. I had totally succumbed to this.

"I think he's getting into it now. Why don't we trade places? Come back here and get some of this," said James and he pulled out of my ass, taking my breath away. As he got up, they didn't have to tell me to stay put. I did that on my own. Mike let go of my arms and walked around behind me. James walked to the water bucket and picked up a towel. Wetting it, he cleaned off his dick and sat near my head, stroking his cock.

Mike put on some lube and his magnificent cock glistened in the low light. The steam still permeated the room. He lifted me up and said, "Now, stand facing James and lean over him." I placed both hands on the bench either side of James so that my head hovered only inches from his cock. It was an "assume the position" type stance with my legs apart. I felt Mike hold my hip with one hand and guide his enormous rod into my ass. It entered with much less resistance, but the stretching was beyond anything I'd experienced with James. It was hot and rock hard. The curve of it slid into my ass, and I shouted loudly as he plunged it into my depths. He grabbed my hips with both hands and began moving back and forth. Slowly at first, and then with stronger and faster strokes. Sweat poured off my face onto James' cock as he stroked it. I shouted, "Oh! Oh GOD!" with each of his strokes inside me. It felt like being impaled, but I was loving it.

James was talking to me the whole time, repeating over and over, "You like that? Yeah, you love that cock, don't you? You're going to be our bitch. We're going to fuck your tight ass every day you're here."

Mike was plowing me with abandon now, slamming his fat cock deep inside me. Finally he started shouting, "Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum! Get on your knees!" He pulled out of my ass and pushed me down on the ground. They both stood in front of me stroking their long dicks inches from my face. James held me by the hair and Mike started grunting loudly while gripping his slick cock in front of my face. It then erupted as jets of thick white semen shot out spraying my face in spasm after spasm. The grip on my head prevented me from turning away and it felt as if my entire face was covered with it. Cum dripped in a torrent down my face and fell to the ground as finally the spray was reduced to a trickle.

James began grunting loudly now saying, "Oh yeah, here it comes!" and Mike moved out of the way. "Open your mouth, boy! Open it now!" he shouted, and squeezed his already tight grip on my hair. I howled in pain and he shoved his fat, reddened cock deep into my mouth. I felt his cum spray the back of my throat as he came like a firehose. Cum seemed like it poured out of mouth. His dick pressed against the back of my throat and I gagged, then swallowed what I could of his thick semen.

I sat there on my knees as they two men backed away, their long dicks still in their hands. They squeezed the last drops of cum out their cocks and sat down next to each other. I grabbed one of the towels nearby and wiped my face with it. "Nice job, boy," James said. "You did real well. We'll be expecting you here same time tomorrow," he said as Mike chuckled in agreement next to him. I wrapped my towel feebly around my waist and walked through the door.

The cold air in the locker room washed over me and I went immediately to the showers. There were two other guys in there, but I could have cared less about modesty at this point. I threw the towel on the floor and showered the remains of the day's activities off. Sweat and semen alike washed down the drain. I dried off with a fresh towel, threw my clothes on and headed back to my room where my wife was sure to be wondering where the hell I had been.

When I walked in, she was nowhere to be found. I grabbed a bottle of water I had nearby and guzzled it down. I then fell on the bed in complete exhaustion. My asshole ached and I felt completely depleted of water. I was happy she wasn't in here, lest she pick up on something – perhaps a guilty expression on my face. For now I fell arelax on my back on our bed wondering how I'd get through the next three days. I felt sure to see those guys again. To what end, I couldn't say.

James turned to me and said, "She looks pretty relaxed now, eh? That's some body, man." He sipped his beer and I noticed his hand dropped to his crotch and started rubbing the bulge in his pants. I stared into Jane's room as Mike walked around the table. He clearly had a hard-on as his athletic shorts jutted straight out in front of him. The towel over her butt was now bunched up and only covered a fraction of her buttocks. She glistened in the low light. He walked up to the head of the table and began rubbing her shoulders again. There was a hole in the cushion where her face was so she only needed to open her eyes to see Mike's hard-on underneath.

She continued to moan softly as the massage progressed. "You have a wonderful body, Jane," he said. She thanked him softly, sounding nearly arelax. He then said, "Ok, time to turn over."

She turned her head to the side, suddenly more alert, and said, "Um, I don't know if this towel is big enough."

"Oh, sure it is. Here, I'll turn around," he said. He turned, facing the mirror and grinned at us. James chuckled at his expression and I saw Jane turn over, placing the towel over her breasts. There was just enough to cover her breasts and her groin. She appeared more tense on her back, but Mike started by rubbing her feet and this seemed to have an immediate effect on her. She moaned as he moved up her legs, and within minutes, she was completely limp, which was more than you could say for the masseuse.

James kept rubbing his cock through his pants and glanced over at me, catching me looking at his growing bulge. I quickly looked away, but then heard him unzipping his fly. Glancing back, he pulled out his thick uncut cock and started stroking it. "Does this look familiar to you, Kevin?" he asked. Again, I was transfixed at his huge dick. I felt my own cock straining against my shorts, begging for release. "It's ok to be turned on by another guy making your wife feel good. Hell, he's good looking and so is she. What's not to like?"

More moaning came over the speaker and I looked back into the room. Mike's hands now were rubbing her upper thighs and would disappear under the towel briefly, caressing her hips, but moving ever closer to her pubis. With each pass, the towel exposed more and more of her pubic area. Her pussy was now clearly exposed and she either didn't realize it or didn't mind. He moved back to her shoulders, standing at her side and rubbed down her arms and the sides of her chest, also pulling towel down, nearly uncovering her nipples, clearly erect. He lifted her arm off the table and caressed it from the shoulder to the finger tips. She continued to moan softly as he did this. As he passed her elbow, her hand clearly came in contact with his rock hard erection. She appeared to tense for a moment, but as he continued she immediately loosened up. Moving to the other side he did the same thing, but this time, no tensing up. In fact, she seems to squirm on the table a little. He placed her hand back down and went back to her legs, his hands rubbing up into her hip and caressing her flat belly. More moans escaped her and when his hands found their way back to her thighs, he appeared to apply a little pressure to this inside, parting her legs slightly. His next pass grazed the outer lips of her pussy and she moaned again. As he moved his hands back around her belly, he pulled the towel completely off and she lay totally naked on the table.

"Damn, she looks good. I'll bet she's a great fuck," said James as he stroked his cock next to me. I looked down at it again at its foreskin moving back and forth and remembered having it shoved into my mouth the night before. My dick strained in my pants and I began rubbing it.

Mike continued to work on my wife and began to rub her breasts, lubricating her chest. Her nipples were completely erect and sprung to attention as his hands brushed over them. She was moaning more frequently now, completely in tune with his caress. Finally, he moved back to her pussy and his hands slipped between her legs. His fingers rubbed along her lips and she gasped. Her legs started spreading apart slightly. Standing to her side, he allowed his elbow to nudge her hand to the edge of the table and pinned it with his erection, now against his belly and pressing into her hand. He gently gyrated his hips against it and she moaned more. Amazingly, I could see her fingers spread out as he pressed his cock against her. He continued to rub his fingers into her slit. With his other hand, he moved to her arm and ran his fingers down to her hand, still pinned with his cock. He slipped his hand into his elastic waist band and pulled the shorts down, exposing his long uncircumcised penis. She gasped slightly as she felt it against her hand, and instinctively wrapped her fingers around its length.

It was amazing to watch. This bronzed Adonis standing nearly nude, caressing my gorgeous nude wife. He then took his shirt off and completed the picture. His hands slipped into her pussy now and her legs spread voluntarily for him. Her hand never left his massive uncut tool and I almost felt a little jealousy brewing - not for the fact that this man was clearly about to fuck my wife (although I was shocked at how receptive she had become), but that she was the one wrapped around his beautiful dick. Seeing this, I looked over at James as he continued to stroke his cock, and I finally was unable to restrain myself. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my own hard dick. I experienced the same moment of envy I'd felt the day before at the difference in size of the two of us. Nevertheless, I stroked my own smaller cock next to James' monster uncut tool with aplomb.

"Yeah, that's right. I knew you were going to appreciate this. Look at how into it she's becoming. How could she refuse that dick of his? No offense, but there's a pretty big difference between what you've got there and that thing," he said. "I think you learned what a big cock like that can do to a permister first-hand, didn't you?" he asked.

It was embarrassing to hear him speak of me as less of a man like that. I loved my wife completely, but this scene was such a rabid turn-on for me. I looked back at my wife on her back and saw Mike move his head between her spread legs. He began to lick her pussy. Her hips began to slowly move up and down as his tongue entered her cunt. Her moans became more pronounced – she can be quite vocal during lovemaking and loves when I go down on her. Jane's hands moved from her sides to caress her breasts and then down to Mike's head as his tongue danced on her clit, and she responded in kind, saying, "Oh my God, oh my God," over and over again.

I looked over at James who was also watching the images play out before us. Precum started oozing from the head of his cock as the thick, veiny foreskin moved back and forth over its length. "You like what you see?" he asked. "Why don't you come down here for a closer look?" he said. I glanced again at my wife being eaten just feet from us and got down on my knees before James. The mirror was quite expansive and went as low as about knee-high, so I was still afforded a great view of the action next to us. He moved in front of me, and I opened my mouth for his massive penis. It slipped past my lips and I began sucking his cock again. He groaned in approval. I began to have flashbacks of the previous day's activities in the steam room. This time the heat was not so palpable, but his throbbing cock still felt intoxicating in my mouth. It seemed to fill it up. I tasted the mild precum on my tongue as he moved in and out my mouth. His hands went to my head and I greedily took his length into me. He pulled my head to him and he powerd the gigantic head into the back of my throat. It gagged me, but I shut my eyes and tried to relax. I felt it slip further past my tonsils and felt his pubic hair against my nose. He pulled away, saying, "Oh yeah, that's real good, mister. You learn quickly." I jacked him and looked over into the other room.

Mike pulled away from my wife's pussy as she continued voicing her pleasure. "How does this feel?" he asked as he moved her hand back to his thick cock. Her hand wrapped around its length, unable to completely encircle its girth. She just moaned slightly as she moved her hand up and down on it.

"It's big," she said.

Mike moved it next to her and said, "Open your eyes and look at it."

She slowly turned her head over to him and gazed at his body for the first time. Taking him in for the first time, she spoke, "Oh my God, that's huge."

"Is it bigger than your husband's?" he asked. She didn't respond immediately, locking her gaze upon it as she stroked the foreskin up and down in front of her.

"Maybe a little, but he knows how to use it." She said.

"Is that so?" he responded. "Well, I know how to use this one, too. I'm going to make you change your mind about that." He said. He moved away from her head and quickly hopped onto the table before her. It didn't look wide enough to support the two of them, but he balanced himself well.

Jane quickly moved her hands up in protest. "Wait, wait...I can't do this. I've gone too far already. This isn't right."

Mike said, "Shhh. I'm going to show you how a real man feels inside you. I can tell you are turned on by all this. Just let it happen." She responded again in protest and her hands went to his chest as he moved over top of her. Her legs which had been wide open were now trying to close, but Mike had already moved between them. She had nowhere to go.

I watched as I held James' cock and continued to stroke it. James said, "Get up and watch here. You're going to want to see this. She'll change her mind once he gets that thing inside her." I stood and approached the mirror with one hand around my hard cock and one hand resting against the glass. I was concerned at her sudden refusal, but felt powerless to stop it. She'd know I had been watching the whole time, and that couldn't be good.

Jane kept saying, "No, no! Please stop!", but Mike started to push his long cock between the lips of her vagina. I could see the puffy lips spread and his foreskin pull back as he slipped inside of her very lubricated hole. Her protests became less voluminous. She was still saying "no" but softly and he continued to move deeper into her.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"Yes, please stop." she said. James pushed deeper inside her and she gasped. Her hands which had been pushing against his chest now simply lay against him. Her legs ceased their attempts at squeezing shut and were now static as he lay between them.

"Do you want me to stop" he asked again as he moved back and forth inside her.

She began panting and would gasp with each stroke that he pushed into her. She didn't reply to his query, only groaned as he continued to enter her tight body.

Suddenly I felt James step behind me. He placed one hand on my shoulder and said, "Quite a sight isn't it? I told you she's open up to him. You did the same thing yesterday, as I recall." I felt his other hand on my bare ass behind me. I was too fixated on the action in front of me to turn around. I then felt a slick, cold gel being applied to my rectum by James and then a familiar pressure from his huge tool. I closed my eyes and he slipped past the tight sphincter and inside my ass. He had lubed himself heavily and moved inside back and forth gently.

I opened my eyes to see Mike about halfway into my wife now. He asked again, "Do you want me to stop?"

"She replied softly, "Please..."

"Please what?" he said as he continued to move deeper into her body. Her legs were now moving up slightly around his hips and her hands gently moved down to his rippled abdomen. "Please what?" he again asked.

"Oh God," she said softly.

He moved his face closer to hers and whispered, "Do you want me to stop?" He moved deeper yet inside her and was now about three quarters the way into her. Already deeper than I could go, multiplied by his thickness spreading apart her pussy, she didn't look like she could contain herself my more.

She moaned as he moved nearly all the way out of her. Only the tip of his head parted her lips and he lay there motionless. She moved her hands to his hips and her calves wrapped around his buttocks attempting to pull him into her. Still, he remained motionless.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked again.

"Please..." she said again.

"Please what?" he asked.

"Don't stop," she whispered.

"You want me inside of you?" He asked. Her hips bucked against him as she continued to try and pull him back inside of her.

"Yes, please." She said.

"Louder, Jane. I want you to mean it. Do you want my cock inside of you?" he asked.

"Yes!" she said louder. "Please don't stop!" she said.

Mike then pushed his cock back inside of her and she moaned loudly. She threw her head back as he pushed into her and her legs pulled him to her. His rhythm increased and she began panting with each deep stroke. It was incredible to see what his cock was doing to my wife. She was takes on his cock and was clearly in ecstasy.

James gently moved deeper into my ass and began to groan as well. His voice meshed with my wife's over the speaker. She and I were both getting fucked at the same time, just feet away from each other. James' large hand rubbed my shoulder and he pulled my closer to him. He leaned over me as he continued to push deeper inside my waiting ass. He too was now nearly all the way inside me and I started moaning as he pushed himself deeper. I loved the feeling of his body against my back. His other hand now wrapped around my belly and his hand that had been on my shoulder now moved to my chest, his arm wrapping between my shoulder and my neck pulling my body tightly against his.

I looked at the scene before me and Mike continued to move in and out of my wife. She was louder now in her moans, "Does this cock feel good, Jane?" he asked.

"Yes! Oh God, yes!" she repeated.

"Look at me," he said. She opened her eyes as he continued to move in and out of her wet pussy. "I want you to look at me inside of you. I want you to see what is doing this to you." She looked down at his cock as he pulled it from her dripping snatch. He moved his hand to stroke it. "Touch it," he said. Obediently, she moved her hand down to stroke his glistening penis. "Have you ever felt a cock like this?" he asked.

"No," she said.

"Do you want this cock back inside of you?" he asked.

"Yes, give it to me." She said.

"Is this bigger than your husband's dick?" he asked.

"Yes," she said. "It's bigger." She stroked him up and down, trying to pull him back inside her waiting cunt.

"Wouldn't you rather have a big cock like this than that little thing on your man?" he asked.

"I love my husband." She said as her eyes shot up to him.

"I can see that. Nevertheless, whose cock feels better? His or mine?" She paused.

"Please..." she said again.

He pushed it back into her pussy and asked again, "Whose cock feels better, Jane?"

"Oh my God," she said. Mike pushed deep into her cunt and she threw her head back again.

"Look at this. Look at my cock inside of you, Jane," he said. Her eyes again went to his massive cock as it plunged in and out of her. "Whose cock do you want right now?" He asked.

"I want your cock." She said, looking right at him. "I want your cock inside of me."

"That's what I thought," he said. He then plunged his hips all the way against her, throwing her legs back toward her. She yelped in euphoria as he pounded her cunt.

James picked up his pace inside me as Mike did. I was moaning louder now as his grip around me tightened. His huge cock filled me completely. His balls slapped against mine as he pounded the depths of my bowel. "I know you love this cock, boy. Take it all the way inside you." He said in my ear, bucking his hips against me. My moans of approval were in time with my wife's in the next room. I watched being pounded in kind.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Jane cried loudly. She was beside herself with this enormous cock inside her. "Yes! Fuck me!" she shouted.

"Whose cock do you want?" he growled, plunging in and out of her. "Do you want your husband's cock or this real man's dick?"

"Oh God! I want your cock!" she cried.

"Do you love this dick, Jane?" he said.

"Yes! I love your cock! Give it to me! Oh God, it's so big! I'm cumming!" she shouted. Her whole body shook as her orgasm rocked through her.

"That's right, Jane. Take this cock. I want you to feel a real man's cock now! Are you ready to take my cum?" he said.

"Yes! Yes! Give me your cum!" she replied.

"Oh God, I'm going to cum! Here it comes!" he shouted. He pulled out of her dripping cunt and pulled her by the shoulder up to him as he stroked his massive tool. Jane was still panting as ropes of semen shot from his cock onto her face and chest. He pulled her face toward his shining, uncut beast and she lowered her mouth onto him, sucking wildly the cum off his cock. Sweating profusely, Mike groaned softly. Jane licked his massive cock up and down. Semen dripped from her chin to the table below.

James continued to increase his pace inside me grunting louder and more deliberately. I couldn't take the experience any more. I felt the cum welling up inside my balls. He moved his hand to my shaft and stroked my cock as he fucked me. In no time I felt cum shoot out of my dick. It was an incredible feeling, cumming while having a cock inside me. James then growled loudly and shot his load deep inside my ass. I could feel the jets hit the walls of my rectum. He then pulled out of me as I continued to watch the scene in the room across from me. Mike stepped down from the table and handed a towel to Jane who wiped herself off. They both got dressed as did James and I.

Unsure of what to do next, James spoke first. "Let's go over to the bar. She won't suspect anything. Come on," he said. With that, we adjourned to the main bar in the hotel and ordered a couple pints of Guinness. About 10 minutes later, Jane and Mike appeared. We flagged them down. I did my best to hide my flushed face as I'm sure she did, as well.

"Hey guys!" said Mike. "How was the tour around the area?" he asked.

"Fine," I said. "We mostly went to the bar and had a couple." I turned to my wife, and asked, "So, how was your massage?"

She seemed to freeze for a second and said, "It was....really good, actually. Better than I thought it might be."

Mike and James excused themselves a minute later and we all shook hands. Jane sat next to me and put her head on my shoulder. "You look worn out, hon." I said.

"I'm just very relaxed now." She replied.

"Do you want to head upstairs?" I asked.

"I think that would be a good idea," she said. "I need to go to bed after that."

"I'm sure you do." I said. "I'm sure you do."

I felt that same stretched-open sensation, like he had opened up my skull and was pouring his words right into my brain. I tried to fight them but they were stronger than I was, louder than any other thoughts I could muster. I felt them sink in. I felt my wrists go limp. I felt myself rub my ass against the couch.

At that very moment I heard, in the background, some loud banging and my wife's voice, shouting, screaming hysterically. I couldn't make out words, but she was obviously restrained and trying to escape. It went on for quite a while, but Dr. Gibmister told me it was OK.

"Don't mind your wife's screams. I'm just helping her understand you better. Soon she'll understand and accept you for the sissy you really are."

As his words sunk into my brain I felt his hands fumbling at my crotch. I felt the doctor undo my pants and then slide them off. Even as the helmet kept me lying, dumbly, like a receptive mannequin, Dr. Gibmister slid my lacy panties off, grabbed my hard cock and gave it a squeeze, and then hefted my legs up so my calves were resting on his shoulders, or so I assumed.

He stopped talking momentarily and I heard a sucking noise; a moment later I felt something prodding at my asshole. It slipped in, and from its size I assumed it was a finger. I was apparently correct.

"A real sissy knows his holes are for real men to stuff full as they see fit," he said to me, and like melting butter on bread it oozed into my brain, and within seconds it seemed I had always known it to be true. I frantically tried to hold onto my identity, but I couldn't even remember what that was. Of course I was a sissy, and of course that meant my holes were there to be filled. I began to feel empty.

And just as I did, I felt Dr. Gibmister's finger slip out of my hole and felt the head of his cock pressing against it instead. I gasped as he plunged his cock into me, and I felt his balls slap against my ass as he drove it all the way in. It hurt a lot, but the pain only made me horny. I was a sissy, I heard myself say.

"Oooh," I cried out, "Yeth, thlip that big man cock into my thithy butt hole!" Dr. Gibmister laughed, pulled it out, and slammed it in again.

"That's right, look what a fucking fairy you are. I knew the moment you stepped in here, this was what you really were. I'm doing you a favor by unlocking it in you. I think you should thank me."

Deep down something was screaming in me with anger and terror that no, I shouldn't thank him, something was very wrong, but I couldn't really remember what. As the doc pounded his big cock into my ass over and over I smiled. "Thank you, doctor, for showing me what a thithy fairy boy I am."

As I thanked him, he drove himself all the way in and stopped. I assumed he was going to fill my ass with cum, but when I felt the warmth begin inside me and the pressure start to build I realized he wasn't cumming at all, he was pissing.

"Sissies love being used like the dirty fags they are," he said, while he inflated my colon with a giant load of piss. "That's what you want, to be used and treated like a filthy slut."

"Yeth, doctor, fill me up, I want my butt so full of your pith I feel it sloshing around when I walk!"

Dr. Gibmister laughed, and as he finished pissing, gave me one or two more thrusts, these ones pretty painful as his urine washed away any lubrication, and gave one quick shout as he pumped a big load of cum into the ocean of piss already inside me.

"Hold your hole closed when I pull out, don't let any drip," he ordered. I did as he said, and I felt him replace his cock with something much bigger. I screamed in pain as he drove it in, but I felt my butt suck it the rest of the way in once it passed the biggest part, and while I was still stretched wide open, it was lodged in there and not about to fall out.

"A sissy fag like you, a real whore, needs a nice loose snatch. Wear this plug every day to stretch out your pussy hole so real men can fuck it more easily."

Again, I heard his loathsome and twisted orders and tried to resist them, tried to deny them to myself, but beyond my control I just felt them slip right through my grasp and bury themselves deep inside my mind. I was suddenly ashamed at how tight my asshole was. I suddenly wanted very badly to turn it into a wide-open boy-cunt for real men to fuck.

Dr. Gibmister finally slid the helmet off and I noticed that at some point my wife had stopped yelling. The doctor opened the next room door and walked in, and minutes later walked out followed by my wife, who was now calm and smiling.

"I'm sorry I was yelling at you, Dr. Gibmister," she said, a slightly glazed look to her eyes.

"Oh, it's quite alright, Darcy," Dr. Gibmister replied, smiling, "I trust you know what really needs to happen, now."

"Yes, of course. I should have been yelling at him!" She turned to me, "I should yell at you for being such a fucking sissy!" I'd never seen my wife like this. Her face curled into a snarl as she strode over to me. "Look at this, how fucking pathetic. My husband, a sissy fagboy. You're a scandal. Now get in the car." She dragged me by the arm out of there. Dr. Gibmister smiled as he shut the door behind us.

"Honey, what - what are you doing??" I asked, now confused and scared.

"Shut up, you little cunt boy," she snarled, "Dr. Gibmister helped me understand what a pathetic little sissy you are, and so that's how you'll behave at all times. From now on, you'll never fuck me again, although I suppose being such a sissy fag you didn't want to anyway. If you're lucky I'll let you suck on my tits like a little sissy baby, but mostly you'll be cleaning my ass and feet with your tongue, you pathetic lowlife."

I couldn't help but get hard and all the mannerisms Dr. Gibmister had just burnt into my skull were really taking effect. I started rubbing my ass against the car seat and breathing heavily, and stuck out my tongue just a little like a desperate, horny sissy.

We stopped at the Victoria's Secret in the mall on the way home, and my wife led me through by the arm, plucking the laciest, frilliest panties, garters, bras, and nighties off the racks she could find. She shoved me into a dressing room and powerd me to try them on and then come back into the dressing area and model them for her. I walked out of the dressing room in nothing but a pair of frilly red panties that rode into my ass crack like a thong and hardly covered my rock-hard dick at all, a tight bra, lacy garters and a sheer nightie that only came down to my belly button. Two other shoppers saw and, horrified, fled the area. My wife just laughed.

"Oh, it's nothing to worry about," she hollered loudly into the rest of the store, "Just my bitch-boy husband wearing his new outfit." And laughed again.

She let me slip my jeans on but I walked out of the store with nothing showing but jeans, a bra, and a tiny silk nightie. The clerk was a young gay boy, his face unfortunately covered in acne, wearing tight jeans and a skimpy t-shirt. He stared in disbelief at me, until my wife interrupted his stare. "He's wearing them out because he's a real sissy." The clerk turned to her, speechless. She smiked and continued. "You wanna fuck him? He loves getting fucked."

The clerk's shocked expression slowly faded into a mischievous smile. My wife smiled back and asked, "You have any friends around here who might want to fuck a sissy at the same time? He loves getting his holes filled."

The clerk was fully grinning by now, clearly no older than 18, and hollered into the next room. "Hey, Jamister, you're not gonna believe this!" Another thin, twinky gay boy with a blond faux hawk sallied into the room and took one look at me.

They escorted me into the back room and shoved me over a desk. I probably could have resisted, but for some reamister my arms and legs went weak when they started bossing me around. Jamister slid my pants down and laughed at my panties and garter. "Look at this guy, he's a total fucking slut!" The other boy, with the acne, just dropped his pants and shoved his pimply butt back in my face.

"I love getting rimmed, bitch, so start licking!" I had never licked a man's ass, let alone a pimply 18-year-old's, but something about the way he was talking to me and the position I was in made me so hot I just craned my neck forward and stuck out my tongue. As I licked his sweaty ass crack, I felt Jamister slip my panties off.

"Oh my God, dude, he's got a butt plug in!" Jamister started to pull it out and I heard a wet sucking noise and felt the same agony shoot through my body as it stretched me wide open.

"Oh my God, dude, it looks like someone took a piss inside his ass!" Jamister was staring at my gaping hole and could see inside the ocean of piss still distending my stomach.

The other boy stopped, pulled his butt away from my face, and turned around. "What? You fucking pig, you like piss? Jesus Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. I really was trying to plead with him to stop, to leave me alone, but when I opened my mouth, what actually came out was, "Yeth, I'm such a thithy boy, I want you to treat me like a dumpthter."

He heard my lisp and started laughing hysterically. My wife, from the side of the room, was snapping photos, and piped up. "Yeah, he's basically a totally filthy fucking cunt, do whatever you want to him, as nasty as you want, he'll love it."

The boy in front finally stopped laughing and continued staring, incredulous. "Wow, OK. Hey, Jamister, you gotta go?"

Jamister, from behind me, said, "Yeah, I've needed to for the last 30 minutes but I haven't had a break!"

The boy in front laughed. "Same here. Guess you've got a lot coming to you. Ready?"

I nodded vigorously. "Yeth, yeth, I want it!"

He laughed and slapped me across the face with his cock, hard. "I wasn't talking to you, sissy. Jamister, ready?"

I felt Jamister's hard cock shove its way into my gaping hole, still filled with Dr. Gibmister's piss, and the boy in front drove his hard, uncut dick into my mouth. I began to gag on it but he grabbed a fistful of my hair, firmly, and drove his pelvis forward, hard, shoving his dick down my throat. It hurt like hell, and I barely managed to gasp a large breath in before he sealed my airway shut.

And then I felt it. The vibrating in the cock in my mouth and the warmth in my throat told me he had started pissing, and it was going directly down my throat and into my sissy belly. And I heard the hissing noise of Jamister's piss spraying into the huge volume of piss already in my intestine.

I hoped they'd hurry because as hard as it seemed to make me, I was starting to feel a little light-headed and couldn't breathe. But they kept on going. I felt my stomach starting to swell a bit and spread against the desk I was so unceremoniously splayed out on, and I felt my lower abdomen start to fill out a bit with all the piss being pumped into my colon. I started to see spots. Just as I felt like I was losing consciousness, the boy in front slid his cock out and I gasped in. But he hadn't stopped pissing, so I fetishd on his continued golden stream and gasped for breath as I sputtered and piss went all over my face. I finally regained my breath and just took the head of his cock into my mouth and sucked my lips shut around it. He kept pissing for a good while and I tasted it as it filled my mouth and ran down my throat as fast as I could swallow.

On the sidelines my wife was laughing. "Look at this sissy cunt I married," she said, "Good thing I know how to take care of him now."

I felt Jamister shove the giant plug back in my ass and came around front so both boys were standing in front of me. I kept burping up gas from my stomach and it tasted like the acne-crusted boy's piss. I felt so humiliated and disgusted with myself, but there I was, lying on the desk, with a raging boner. I watched the two teenagers grab their hard dicks and start stroking them and I kept my eyes open as they both came in unimister all over my face.

When we got home my wife put me over her knee and spanked me so hard I was crying. She kept calling me things. Told me what a cunt-boy I was, what a pathetic sissy I was. All I could do was nod and agree and thank her in my faggy lisp. Every time her palm hit my butt cheeks, the stinging pain brought me a brief moment of clarity where I realized that this was horribly wrong, that something very bad was happening. I used to have a normal life. I'm a straight man! I have a wife! I like fucking her!

But then I'd feel the piss sloshing around in my guts and feel the plug holding my hole stretched wide open and hear my wife's degrading words as she slapped my ass and I couldn't remember anymore. All I could remember was what a disgusting little sissy I was, how I couldn't wait to make myself into a little sissy slut and try to get everyone I could to use me like a bitch-boy.

After she finished spanking me my wife left me wearing some of the underwear we'd bought and proceeded to sit down on the couch. She kicked her shoes off and put her feet up on the ottoman. "Alright, if I'm going to have a dumb fag cunt for a husband the least he can do is cuckolds brownie I don't want to, like clean my feet. Get to it, bitch, start sucking!"

Her feet smelled strongly, having been jammed into nylons and heels all day, but I couldn't help myself. I started licking and sucking at her feet, between her toes, and she just watched me with utter contempt. She'd shove each foot into my mouth, gagging me with her toes, and then finally, eventually, let me stop. "Time for dessert," she said, and dragged me into the bedroom and threw me down on the bed.

She stood over me and stripped off her clothes. I saw her pussy between her legs straddling my head, and for a moment had a memory that seemed very far away. I used to love that pussy, I thought, I used to put my cock in it. But as suddenly as the memory appeared, it vanished. That was ridiculous. Pathetic queerboy sissies like me didn't fuck pussy. And so I smiled as she knelt down over me and then sat back, her ass coming down onto my face.

I could still see, staring up the curve of her back, but her nice full ass was covering my nose and mouth, sladying me. I felt her grind against my face, shoving me down into the pillow. "A fag like you must be in heaven right now, being sladyed with ass. I guess you'd probably rather it was some hairy man's ass, you sick fuck, but this'll have to tide over your sick appetite for now, sissy. Start eating."

I was hard as a rock, indeed, being such a sissy the idea of being sladyed by a butt really did turn me on. And just as I started to see stars from the lack of air, I was licking furiously at her butt and heard her continue to taunt me. But her voice got fainter as I started to fetishte, her sladying ass suffocating me, and finally I lost consciousness.

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THE NEW BOSS


Things had not gone well for me that particular summer. I had been out of work for over a month, the result of the company I had been employed by making drastic cuts and layoffs. Victoria and I had been married for more than a year and she was losing patience with my unemployment, accusing me of not trying hard enough to find a new job and considering it insulting that she went to her job daily while I stayed home. She drifted away, lost interest in continuing our sex life and sometimes barely speaking to me. A huge strain was being placed on our marriage, both permisterally and financially, as I had been paid very well at my former job and although there were possibilities for employment, they would have involved making less than half the salary to which I had become accustomed.

It was on a Thursday night in July that Victoria gave me the ultimatum. She would divorce me if I did not have a job by Monday. After I protested that such a thing was impossible, Victoria handed me a business card. It was from a shipping company on the outskirts of town, and the name on the card was James Michaels, Warehouse Manager. I looked at her in dismay, recognizing the name of James Michaels immediately as the name of her ex-boyfriend, with whom she had ended a two year relationship just prior to our first date. She told me that this was, in fact, the same James Michaels, and that she had spoken to him and arranged for him to give me a job working in the warehouse. I would be paid minimum wage to start and I would report directly to my wife's ex-boyfriend. It was a humiliating proposition, and I argued the point, but Victoria said she was done putting up with my "laziness in finding a job." I was to see James the next morning and accept the position or Victoria would file for divorce. There was no way I could handle that at that point, as everything we had was being paid for by Victoria, from the house to our two cars to the food. Everything I had ever invested or saved was in both of our names and I feared what might happen in a divorce court, especially given the fact that my wife worked for a renowned legal firm.

The next morning I did as instructed and went to see James Michaels. I had met him once before, not long after Victoria and I had been dating, but he looked different. He was very broad shouldered and muscular, almost like a body builder but without the excessiveness. He was impeccably groomed, with an expensive haircut, cologne and a tailored suit. Considering that he was a warehouse manager, I considered his appearance to be strange, but I supposed he was not the kind of manager that got his hands dirty on the workroom floor. Then I noticed he had a picture of Victoria on his desk and I began to feel sick. I looked at him, trying not to speak the angry words that were forming at the back of my tongue, and then I was drawn to his eyes. They sparkled with intensity and I could not look away. As he spoke, I became fixated, unable to speak and continuing to be put in a trance by his eyes. They stared into me and through me. After what felt like an hour but was merely seconds of time, I began shaking.

"I'm glad you've decided to take a job with our company," James told me. "Basically you will be performing whatever menial tasks are asked of you by the floor supervisor, Mick Collins, who I will introduce you to on Monday when you start. You will follow all instructions without question or you will be punished. Do not ask what that punishment will consist of because you do not want to know, and don't try to find out by fucking up because you will not like it. Do you understand?"

I remained fixated, hearing his words and wanting to get up and storm out and tell him to go to hell. However, I was unable to. Whatever power he had that radiated from his sparkling eyes made it impossible to resist, even as part of me resisted and felt sick.

"Yes, I understand," was all I could manage to say. Feeling humiliated, I slumped down in my chair.

"That sick feeling you are experiencing is normal at this point. Everyone goes through it. Victoria went through it before I convinced her to become one of my girls. It eventually passes once you stop resisting. That sometimes takes a day or two and sometimes takes weeks. It is much easier when you do as you are told and become the permister I need you to be. Now, go home and tell Victoria that you'll be starting Monday morning. I'm taking her away this weekend, so you'll have time to think about what kind of employee you want to be. I hope you will decide to be a good employee because the alternative will not be pleasant for you."

I nodded and said nothing, hoping that once I left the office I would feel like myself again. As I turned to leave, James placed his hand on my shoulder and spoke directly in my ear. "Your wife gives great head," he said with a smile. I wanted to turn and punch him, but could not, because I felt much too sick and weak when the thought entered my mind.

I left James' office and drove home silently, not even turning the radio on. It all felt like a weird dream and yet I could not wake up. I continued to think about James on the ride home, feeling sick when I thought about what a bastard he was, and feeling very good when I thought of him as a powerful man I would do anything to please.

I felt angry towards Victoria, wanting to get home and tell her I thought she was a slut because I now knew she was relaxing with James Michaels, but the anger made me sick to the point where I had to pull over and throw up along the side of the road. The image of James' head stayed in my mind, watching me constantly, shaking his head when I got angry or upset and smiling when I stopped fighting.

When I got back to the house, Victoria was sitting out on our deck in a string bikini, sipping a margarita. She smiled broaded when I pulled in, snickering when I got out of the car, doured over and holding my stomach. I approached her, still trying to began a long speech about her unfaithfulness and my anger towards her, but I could not speak any such words. I began throwing up again, and dropped to my knees, holding my gut tightly as it felt like all my insides were tying themselves into tight knots.

"Kiss my feet and tell me you are sorry," Victoria said, crossing her beautiful tanned legs and lifting her left foot so that it dangled in front of my face. "Kiss it. You'll feel better."

I was completely repulsed by the fact that my unfaithful wife, who had put me in the situation I was now in with James and the warehouse job, was trying to make me kiss her feet when I wanted to scream at her and tell her off. I could not yell at her, for every angry thought made the knots in my stomach tighten. I could no longer fight, I fell forward on my hands, leaving me on all fours groveling in front of Victoria. I reached forward and placed a light kiss on her foot. The pain lessened slightly.

"Again," insisted Victoria, and I kissed her foot again. "Kiss it all over."

When I stopped resisting, I felt better, and soon I was anxiously planting passionate kisses up and down her foot, from her heel to her arch to her toes. The more I gave in to her continued demands, following her instructions to lick the soles of her feet and suck her toes, the better I felt. My body went from feeling sick and weak to feeling euphoric. What originally began as a session of degrading offense now had me feeling incredibly happy as well as extremely sexually aroused. I did not want to stop kissing and licking her foot. I could think about nothing else. Thoughts of Victoria's infidelity, James Michaels, the crappy job and anything else left my mind and I became enraptured, as the rest of the world went out of focus and all I could see was Victoria's foot. I stared at it and the only thought I had was that her foot was the most beautiful thing in the world and that I wanted it more than anything.

"Take it out of your pants, now," Victoria instructed me, briefly taking me out of my trance. I did exactly as she said, enjoying the feeling of total bliss that washed over me when I obeyed. I unbuckled and unzipped my pants, pulling them halfway down my thighs and exposing my stiff cock. "Aren't we excited," she giggled, looking down at me. She used her foot to push my right hand in the direction of my cock. "Show me how much you love my foot. Lick it," she ordered, raising her foot so that the bottom of it was directly in my face.

I lost all control and began licking the sole of her foot anxiously and wildly, my tongue often falling completely off her foot and struggling to find it again. I stroked myself, slowly at first and then fast and furious. Within moments I exploded with an orgasm more intense than any I had experienced before. It wasn't just better, it was otherworldly, my whole body orgasming and not just my cock.

Around seven o'clock that night, James Michaels arrived to take Victoria away for the weekend. She made me kiss her foot again in front of him, and at first I tried to resist, but could not bear the thought of the horrible sickness returning and I had an unquenchable desire for her foot. I did as instructed and Victoria told James that I was "doing very well."

While Victoria and James kissed in the doorway, I fetched her suitcase for her weekend trip. The anger began to return, but I quickly dismissed it, having grown to enjoy the euphoria that came with surrender. After they left, I worked on finding ways to escape from the trap I was now in, but every time I considered my options, the sickness began to return. Under those circumstances it was not as violent a sickness as when I got angry or directly resisted commands, but I could only think about escape for brief periods of time, as it felt so much better to return to the ecstastic feeling of compliance. The images of James' face and Victoria's foot floated in my mind, and thinking about either made me feel enchanted. Thinking about Victoria's foot made me feel as aroused as I had when it had actually been in front of me, and I found myself fondling myself each time I thought about it. Thinking about James made me feel anxious to start work on Monday and happily imagining what orders he would give me. Neither feeling made any sense to me, but I had to let the feelings wash over me, they made me feel too good.

Lyssa was an incredibly beautiful woman, and even if I had been in control of my body and mind I would have thought so. She was, however, the kind of woman who could frighten a man with an icy stare and easily keep control of a situation. With her long, black hair and her leather outfit, standing well over six feet tall in her high heeled boots, she was not someone to cross. Add in the fact that she was in complete control of my mind and body and my only choice was to try to enjoy the situation. Of course, that was what they wanted, and what they left as the only choice. Whatever this woman was going to do to me, I planned to enjoy it, as compliance and arousal were the only reactions that gave rewards.

"Strip off all your clothes," Lyssa told me after we entered her large, luxurious office at the other end of the building from the warehouse. The office was more like an apartment, and even had a bathroom with a full shower. I paused after her command, but then immediately stripped as I felt myself becoming faint and dizzy and was afraid of what feeling would befall me next. Once I had completely stripped and stood shivering in the middle of Lyssa's office, she walked around me, looking me up and down like a piece of meat. Then she sat down in a high backed office chair, spread her legs and motioned for me to come towards her. I started to walk, but she demanded that I crawl.

"You will respect and worship me and call me goddess from now on." Lyssa parted her thighs and placed her hands on her knees. She was wearing no panties and I could see her completely hairless pussy quite clearly under her miniskirt. "How long has it been since you've eaten pussy?"

It had been at least six months, and I had rarely gone down on Victoria since she never seemed to get off from it and it was something I had never developed a taste for. It wasn't that I minded, I just never really enjoyed doing it.

Lyssa could read my mind, and responded to my thoughts immediately. "Your mouth looks better suited for sucking cock anyway. Do you know how many men have eaten your wife's pussy in the past six months?"

I shook my head.

"I keep very accurate records on everything that goes on within our organization. Sixty-three different men have gone down on your wife in the past six months and every one has made her cum with his tongue. Usually more than once. Your friend Sean out in the warehouse has eaten her pussy six times."

Something within me snapped and I tried to jump to my feet. Rage was building up inside me and gave me enough strength to try to break free, but as soon as I stood up, a blinding pain shot up my spine and I dropped to the floor like a pile of quivering Jell-O.

"Enough of that. You desire to know the truth. You ask a lot of questions. When you ask questions you will get answers you do not like. Crawl over here and lick my pussy. I need to determine whether you are to have pussy or cock as part of your regular diet. If you are as bad at pleasuring a woman as your wife says, then you will be trained to suck cock."

For the first time it seemed that I was being given an option, which I appreciated even as much as I resented the judgment. I had absolutely no desire for the second option. I put my attention back between Lyssa's legs. Looking at her exposed pussy I found myself aroused again, more so than I had staring at Mandy in the warehouse, but less so than when I had been commanded to kiss Victoria's feet. I crawled in closer and could smell the aroma from between Lyssa's legs. She smelled better than any woman I had ever smelt, like a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Then I leaned in to taste her. I was excited and nervous, which caused me to go too fast and too rough. I was too anxious to please her and too determined to avoid the other option that I found myself fumbling as I moved my tongue in and around her juicy center. She pulled back and pushed me to the floor with her boot.

"You are wasting my time, but I will give you one last chance. I want you to watch how it is done so you can learn. If you fail again you will be punished."

Lyssa picked up the phone on her desk and said "send them in." Then she stared at me, probing my thoughts as Victoria walked into the room flanked by Sean Petermister and another of the young men who worked in the warehouse, whose name I would later learn was Dean. Victoria was wearing a pair of shorts, which Sean and Dean helped her remove. She looked at me and smiled, but neither Sean nor Dean would so much as look in my direction. They sat her down on the edge of the desk and she spread her legs for them. Dean started first, grabbing onto her thighs and lustfully licking away at my wife's pussy. She began to shake and shudder and then exploded with a loud, moaning orgasm, totally unlike she had ever had with me. She took a moment to recover, smiled and winked at me where I still rested naked and sobbing on the floor, and then brought Sean in to devour her well enjoyed pussy, and this time came even louder, gripping the edges of the desk, arching her back and screaming "holy fucking cuckolds brownie!"

I had never seen Victoria have two orgasms in one night, and never one that was audible beyond a quiet "ahh." The room was spinning, but I found myself aroused and pleased with what I had seen as it made me more excited than I had been since she had commanded me to kiss her foot.

"Do you think you could make your wife, or any woman for that matter, feel as good as either of those two boys did?" Lyssa asked me.

I had to shake my head because I honestly did not think that I could. I was unable to lie in Lyssa's presence.

"I can't take it anymore," I sobbed. "I'll do whatever you want."

"You will come to enjoy it. We just have to make some changes in you. Examining your profile and what I have seen I can tell we need to make some adjustments to you so that you can enjoy your work as much as your wife does. Did you know that one night last week Mr. Michaels drove her around town so she could give blowjobs for ten dollars a pop? She made almost three hundred dollars. Think you could top that?"

I was completely resigned. I could not fight and I could not allow myself to be angry. The pain was no longer something I could deal with, even for a moment, and I wanted just to be at peace. That peace came when I agreed to do as I was told and when I let myself enjoy whatever was happening. Thoughts of Victoria with so many other men had made me angry beyond words, but knowing the results of that anger, I instead thought of it as exciting. There was a part of me that always thought that it would be a turn on to see her with other men, but never did I actually want it to happen. It was just something I sometimes imagined to pump up my libido. Now I channeled that to the front of my mind to avoid the terrible pain and to allow myself to feel good instead. It was like that with everything. Resistance was useless.

"What do you think about your wife sucking twenty-eight strangers in one night? Answer me, Kasey."

"I... I... I think its incredible. I am lucky to be married to such a sexy woman." The idea was actually mind blowing, as Victoria had always been more tentative about going down on me than I had about going down on her. She had never gotten me off that way. It was instead more of a part of foreplay, getting me aroused with a few quick licks and sliding it in and out of her mouth a couple times, before we had intercourse.

"I think you could handle twice that many. What do you think about that?" Lyssa stood up and towered over my quivering, weeping naked body that was still lying lifelessly on the floor. I said nothing, there were no words, just the knowledge and the feeling that I would do whatever Lyssa commanded. "Answer me, slut, what do you think about that?"

"If it would please you I would be happy to do it."

"To do what?"

"To suck all those cocks." I found my lips shaking and tears filling my eyes, but when I agreed I still felt very good, the waves of ecstasy washed over me, even as parts of me were definitely not in agreement with what I was saying.

"You are disgustingly hairy. Too hairy to be an attractive slut." Lyssa took a large tube out of a desk drawer and tossed it down beside me. "I want you to rub that all over yourself."

The tube was clear and unmarked, containing a kind of gel that was blue-green and almost glowing as I squeezed it out. When it came into contact with my skin there was a burning sensation, but it was mild and nothing compared to the pain of disobedience.

"All over. Your arms, your legs, your ass, your balls, everything except your head. I want your body smooth and silky like a little girl. Like a little girl that can't wait to start sucking cock. What are you, Kasey?"

"A little girl that can't wait to start sucking cock," I said automatically, rolling with the flow of feeling that I could no longer control or resist. I coated myself completely with the gel, and balanced the mild burning feeling with the joy of obedience. Lyssa had me sit in silence for fifteen minutes and then ordered me to stand and to get into her office shower and wash off the gel. I did as instructed, stepping into the warm shower and watching as all my body hair washed away, lifted out by the roots, and disappeared down Lyssa's drain. When I got out, Lyssa handed me a towel, waited while I dried myself off and then tossed clothing to me. The outfit consisted of white sneakers, girly socks with white lace trim, short denim daisy duke shorts and a tight white sleeveless t-shirt.

"I want you to consider this a liberating experience and to think of it as something you've always wanted. If you think of it that way and avoid any negative feelings about your new way of life you will enjoy every moment. You will enjoy every hard cock that enters your mouth and you will look forward to the next. Believe me, you will get lots of attention, but I feel so sorry for your knees. That warehouse floor won't be kind to them."

I put the new clothes on as instructed and looked at myself in the mirror. My first impression was that I looked girlish, and my long legs, now smooth instead of hairy, looked like the kind of legs I would have checked out if I girl walked by me attached to them. I had never thought of my own legs as shapely and attractive, but now as I looked them up and down I began to think differently. The shorts were very short and very tight, leaving part of my bare and now smooth ass exposed. I felt embarrassed as well as silly and I once again had split emotions. I did not want to go back out to the warehouse in front of my co-workers looking like this, but at the same time the idea of doing so excited and thrilled me to an extremely high degree when I let myself think the way Lyssa wanted me to think and embraced her guidance.

"I feel very... strange..." I confessed, now somehow riveted to the image of myself in the mirror.

"You've always lusted after women's legs when you've seen them in skirts and short pants, haven't you?"

"Yes," I admitted.

"Now you are starting to lust after your own, aren't you?"

"Yes," I admitted, as ridiculous as that sounded to me, she was right. I could not look away, and the more I looked the better I felt.

"Why don't you go and flaunt them for the boys in the warehouse? As the most junior employee of the company you are eligible to be propositioned by everyone, and you cannot turn anyone down. The lower on the chain, the less power you have, the higher on the chain the more power you have. The lower must learn somehow, and you will learn by shaking that ass and letting them help themselves."

"I'm... scared... please, don't do this to me..."

"Shhh, relax and take it easy. I don't want to have to punish you any more, but I will. Do as you are told and you will be rewarded. Resist or whine and you will be punished." Resigned once again, I sighed and nodded that I understood. "Good," she said with a smile. "I have arranged to let your wife take you back down to the floor so you can continue working. Don't make me come down there again, I have more important things to do than to have to educate a cheap whore like you."

I had never been one of those macho type guys, but that had nothing to do with my feelings towards what was being done to and asked of me. I had always lusted after women, even when I had no intention of doing anything about that lust, especially after I married Victoria. I never had any interest in men, but now I was feeling an unexplained desire to have them touch and fondle and lust after me the way I had with women. When Victoria came into the room, I felt ashamed at first, but feeling such things as shame was difficult because there was a need to ignore those emotions that brought on pain and sickness. It felt good to smile and to show myself off to her instead, and once I got beyond the normal feelings I had about things, the more I could enjoy the bliss that came with accepting what was asked of and required from me.

"Make me cum with that wonderful tongue of yours," Lyssa told Victoria once my wife had finished looking the new me over.

Victoria happily jumped at the opportunity, kneeling between Lyssa's legs and going down on her with enthusiasm and devotion. I watched silently, aroused to incredible heights at the sight of my wife doing something that would previously have been inconceivable. She knew what she was doing, moving her tongue and lips around Lyssa's pussy with s******* and love. Victoria told Lyssa repeatedly that she was a goddess who deserved the best she could give and then returned to the task. It took nearly twenty minutes, but eventually Victoria's tongue brought Lyssa to orgasm. The orgasm was explosive, in a way that charged Lyssa's body with electricity and left her skin glowing a radiant gold. Lyssa reclined back on her desk and savored whatever intense feeling she was having and Victoria took me by the hand and led me out of the office.

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From Wife to Sister



Walt loved going to porno movies. He had an absolute obsession with pornography that he could not control, and went to the local porno theater every chance he could. Unfortunately for Walt, his wife didn't share his compulsion, and actually had a strong distaste for it. Kathy was the epitomy of the prudish wife, raised in a Catholic household. Her lack of interest coupled with a cessation in her already meager sex drive as she went through menopause meant Walt had no other outlet for his pent up sexual frustration. So it was, that at 54 years old, Walt was a porno addict and his 49 year old wife was an ice queen. Little did they know that their lives were about to be radically altered.

Walt was sitting in the back row of the theater, enjoying the movie. It was a Tuesday night and he had told Kathy he had to work late. Since she worked as a nurse on the night shift, she would be leaving for work before he got home, freeing him up for the entire night. He sat there, stroking his stiff cock through his jeans, watching a blonde with big tits sucking off some black guy who was hung like a horse. There was a space between the last row of seats and the back wall, and it was common for guys to give each other blow jobs back there, or stand behind the last row of seats and dangle their cock in the face of those seated in that row. So it was no surprise when Walt felt something poking him in the left ear. Being a regular in the theater, Walt reached back and took hold of the semi-hard prick, stroking it slowly, savoring the smooth texture and getting an appreciation for its size.

The cock swelled as he continued to jerk it, and Walt realized that it was going to be one of the larger ones he had experienced in the theater. When it was fully erect, he turned to look at it. It stood out a full ten inches, and was only slightly smaller around than his wrist. He stopped stroking it and just looked at the massive cock in his face. Its owner bent forward.

"Nice, huh?" he whispered in a raspy voice. Walt nodded silently and resumed stroking it. "Why don't you come back here with me?"

Without hesitating, Walt got up from his seat and joined the stranger against the back wall. When he got there, the man took Walt's hand and placed it back on his prick. Walt kept looking down at it, feeling himself getting more and more aroused. The man put his hand under Walt's chin and lifted his head up. Walt only stood about five feet and seven inches tall, and the stranger was about an even six feet. As the man raised his chin up, he made eye contact.

Even in the darkened theater, Walt felt himself being drawn into those eyes. They seemed to have a luminescence of their own, almost glowing with a pale grey aura. He found himself unable to move, his hand frozen on the huge meaty pole. The stranger smiled down at him.

"That's a good boy," he rasped in a low voice. The stranger raised Walt's left hand and looked at it. "I see you're married." he stated matter of factly. "Does your wife know you do this?"

Walt slowly shook his head and muttered, "No." The man lowered his hand and reached for Walt's crotch.

"Go ahead and take out your cock for me to see." he directed. Walt unzipped his jeans and fished out his own hard on. The stranger took it in his hand and stroked it gently. "Not very big, is it?" he said looking full into Walt's eyes. "How long would you say that little thing really is?"

Walt blushed in the dark. "About five and a half, maybe six inches long." he answered slowly.

"Not very thick, either." the stranger commented. "And I bet you it's not even five inches long." he smirked. "How do you ever please your wife with that puny excuse for a cock?"

Walt almost stuttered. "We don't have sex very much."

The man almost laughed. "I can see why. I doubt too many women would get excited looking at that thing." He kept his eyes locked on Walt's. "You really don't have much of a cock, do you?"

Walt couldn't look away from the stranger's eyes. "No," he answered reluctantly. "No, I don't."

"In fact, you've got a little boy's prick, haven't you?" the stranger continued. Walt just nodded his head slowly. "But you really love to see man sized cocks, don't you?" Walt nodded again. "In fact you love to play with and make love to a big cock, don'y you?" Another nod. "Why don't you get on your knees and kiss my man cock, little boy," the stranger said harshly.

Walt dropped to his knees and reverently kissed the bulbous head of the stranger's throbbing cock. He kissed it again and licked at the slit. As he opened his mouth to suck on the head, the stranger pulled him to his feet. "Not here!" he commanded. "Let's go to your house." He tucked his swollen member into his pants and zippered them, reminding Walt to do the same. "We'll take your car, okay?" he asked Walt.

Walt nodded. "Anything you want." he said in a low voice.

The stranger smiled. "You got that right." The two men left the theater in Walt's car and drove to his home.

Kathy had already left for work, so the house was empty when Walt and his companion arrived. They went in through the garage and into the living room. They had stopped for some beer on the way home, and the stranger sat one the couch, fishing a can out of the bag. He popped the top and took a deep take, while Walt stood by waiting. After he drained the can and belched, the stranger looked up at Walt again.

"Come a little closer, friend." Walt moved closer and stood directly in front of him, looking deep into his eyes again. "What's your name, my little dicked buddy?" he asked. Walt told him. "And your wife?" Walt answered again. "Well, Walt, tonight is the luckiest night in you and your wife's lives. From now on, I'm going to be the stud in this house." He leaned forward, focusing on Walt's wide open eyes. "From now on, you will worship my cock. It is what you live for, it's all you can think about, and it is the most important thing in your life." As he talked, he unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. Walt eyes shifted to the now flaccid member, and he felt his own cock swelling in his pants. "From now on, you will have no desire to have sex with your wife. In fact, the very thought of having sex with her makes you queasy. "Walt nodded. "But you are a good husband, and want to make your wife happy." Walt nodded again. "So you will ask me to fuck her in your place. You will beg me to please your wife with my man sized cock, like you never were able to do with your puny little prick. "Walt nodded again. "Tell me what you want, you little faggot!"

Walt dropped to his knees. "I want your beautiful cock. I want to suck it and eat your cum. I want you to fuck my wife and make her happy. Seeing you fuck my wife would make me very happy."

The stranger smiled again. "Very good, Walt - no, let's be formal - Walter. And you may call me William."

"Yes, William," Walt responded. "May I please suck your cock now?"

Willliam laughed loudly. "Certainly, Walter. You may suck my cock until I am ready to cum, but then you must stop."

Walt went to his task with a vengeance, licking and sucking William's cock until it was rock hard. He stroked it and sucked it and massaged his balls. As William felt his orgasm approaching, he made Walt stop. "Now for your reward!" he said as he began jerking himself off. William grunted loudly and cum spurted from his pulsating cockhead and sprayed Walt's face. It spurted again and again, plastering thick gooey ropes of sperm from his forehead to his chin. It ran down his face and onto his shirt. When the last few drops finished flowing from his cock, William let Walt lick them up.

"Now you can jerk yourself off, Walter." It only took a half dozen strokes of his own small cock before Walt shuddered. "Cumming," he muttered.

"Catch it in your hand and show me." William demanded.

Walt kept stroking himself and held his other hand out to catch his cum. He grunted and his cum dribred from his cock into his waiting hand.

William looked at him and laughed. "Is that all the cum your balls can make? How the fuck did you ever have any kids?" He shook his head. "Go ahead and eat it, Walter."

As Walt licked his own cum from his hand, William looked at his watch. "Come on, you need to take me back to my truck."

While they were driving back to the theater, William continued to program Walt. "I'm coming over to your house for dinner tomorrow. Tell your wife I'm an old army buddy. I'll be there at six, and after we have dinner, I'm going to fuck your wife." He looked at Walt. "Any questions?"

"Yes, William," Walt answered. "What would you like for dinner?"

Chapter Two
At just a little before six, Walt was anxiously pacing the living room floor. Dinner was ready and sitting in the oven to keep it warm. Kathy was upstairs, finishing applying her makeup. Promptly at six, the doorbell rang and Walt quickly answered it. He opened the door and let William into the house. William looked him in the eyes and said nothing, but Walt relaxed noticeably. Just as the two men were stepping into the living room, Kathy came down the stairs. She was wearing a knee length black skirt with a white blouse, black T-strap pumps and black stockings.

"Honey," Walt said, "This is William."

William looked at Kathy and smiled. "Very pleased to meet you, Kathy. Walt has told me so much about you." He held out his hand toward her. "Unfortunately he was much too inadequate with his words." He stressed the word inadequate.

Kathy reached out and took his hand. "Well thank you, it's very nice to meet you as well." She looked into his face and found herself drawn to his eyes.

"You look very pretty tonight," William told her, maintaining eye contact. "Much too nice to share with Walter." At the use of his full name, Walt stiffened slightly.

Kathy continued to look into Williams' eyes and smiled. "Well, now, it's been a while since I got compliments from a big good looking man." She felt herself getting aroused.

William looked at Walt. "Walter, why don't you get us a couple of beers and then set the table." He led Kathy to the couch and sat her down, sitting next to her. Walt went into the kitchen and returned with the beer. "Bottoms up," William toasted. Kathy giggled and toasted him back. Walt began to lay dinner out on the table. "Fried chicken, just like you asked for," Walt told him. "Just set places for Kathy and myself, Walter. You can eat here in the living room."

Kathy kept looking into his eyes, and felt herself slipping away. She hesitated a moment before speaking. "Yes, Walter," she repeated. "William and I will eat at the dinner table, andget to know each other better." She felt herself being attracted to this man like a moth to a flame. As she continued to look into his face, he slowly bent forward and kissed her full on the lips. To her own surprise, Kathy did not pull back. Instead, she found herself returning the kiss, her lips parting to meet his probing tongue. As they separated, she felt a warm glow wash over her entire body. "Oh, my," she gasped.

William smiled at her. "You haven't been properly kissed lately, have you Katherine." The use of her full name caused Walt to look over from the dining room where he was finishing laying out the meal. Kathy smiled back at William.

"Not in quite a while." She placed her hand behind his head and pulled him to her for another kiss. Walt felt his cock stiffening as he watched his wife kissing William. They separated again, Kathy gasping for breath. "My, it's warm in here," she said, her face flushed. She looked up at William and slowly unbuttoned the first two buttons of her blouse.

"Why don't you just take it off completely," he asked her. Wordlessly, she continued unbuttoning the rest of them and then slid the blouse off. She sat there in her bra and skirt. "Nice tits," William told her. "Show them to me." Kathy reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward and onto he floor. "Very nice," William continued, reaching out to fondle them. In response, her nipples stiffened like two pink pencil erasers. "Bet the skirt is uncomfortable, too." William suggested. Kathy stood up and removed the skirt, standing in from of him wearing her panties, thigh high stockings and high heels. "And the panties." William continued. As Kathy peeled those off, William looked over at Walt, who had a noticeable bulge in his pants, and gave him a thumbs up. "Love your wife, Walter." He turned back to Kathy. "Why don't we just skip dinner and you can suck me off while Walter watches?"

Kathy blushed slightly, but moved between his legs, dropping to her knees. She unzipped his fly and reached into his pants. Her eyes opened wide. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "You're huge!" William smiled condescendingly at her. "Yes I am, Katherine, much, much bigger than your husband. Take it out and see what a real cock looks like." She pulled out his cock and gently stroked it. "Get it nice and hard, baby, so we can do some serious fucking." He looked at Walt again. "You can take out your little dick and play with it, Walter." Walt took his own cock out and began to jerk off slowly.

Kathy kissed William's cock and slowly ran her tongue all over it. She tried to suck it, but could only get the head into her mouth as he stiffened. She used both hands to stroke him as she used her mouth on him, working to make him even bigger and harder.

"Look at your husband, Katherine. He's got a miniature hard on just looking at you and me." William laughed. "He can't wait to see you getting fucked with a real man sized cock, can you Walter?"

"No William. I want you to fuck my wife with your glorious cock."

"See, he knows how inadequate he's been in the cock department, too." William teased. He took his swollen cock and slapped Kathy's cheeks with it.

Kathy looked at Walt. "I can't believe how you cheated me all of those years with that pathetic little dick of yours." She stood up slowly. "Fuck me, please William, and let me know how it feels to have a man inside of me." She lay back on the sofa spread her legs, pulling them back into her shoulders and presenting her sopping pussy." William didn't hesitate. He got between her spread legs and placed the head of his cock against her opening.

"Watch how it's done, Walter," he said as he slowly began to push forward. Gradually, the head slid past her wet pussy lips and into her love channel. An inch, then two more. William stopped when he was about halfway into her. "How's that so far, baby?" he asked Kathy.

She only moaned, "Keep it coming. I want it all."

William pushed forward again, until he was about eight inches deep and then began to gently fuck in and out. With each succeeding stroke, he went in a little further, until he was finally completely inside of her. He paused for a moment, his balls resting against her ass. He placed Kathy's ankles on his shoulders and smiled at Walt again. "Now for some serious fucking!" He began to saw in and out of her, fucking her with long, powerful strokes. Kathy grunted each time he would bottom out in her, and whimper when he would pull almost all of the way out. Walt watched his wife fucking William and jerked off furiously, quickly spraying his cum on the dining room wall. "Nice job, boy," William sneered at him. "Clean it up and then sit down and eat some chicken while I fuck this hot babe." William continued to fuck Kathy, looking deep into her eyes.

"You will never want another cock but mine," he told her. "After today, your cunt is mine, your body is mine, your very soul is mine." Kathy grunted her assent and had her first orgasm, her pussy spasming around his mighty pistoning pole. "The feel of my cum erupting inside of you is what you live for, it is all you can think about." He hammered her even harder and she came a second time. "You will worship my cock, and need to be fucked by it or suck it every day."

"Oh fuck me, please!" she cried out and came again. Walt munched on a drum stick and watched in pleased amazement as his wife had one orgasm after another, William's huge cock sliding in and out of her sloppy cunt with ease.

"You are mine, now and forever." William continued. "You can refuse me nothing."

"Oh, William," Kathy muttered between orgasms. "Fill me up with your cum, give it to me!"

And with that, William roared loudly and buried himself to the hilt. He felt his balls swell and begin pumping his seed, felt it race down his shaft and erupt from his cock to fill this slut's womb. He kept cumming and it filled her to overflowing, running out of her stuffed cunt and down into the crack of her plump ass and then the seat cushions of the sofa. Finally, he was finished, and as his cock began to soften, he let himself slide slowly out of her.

"Boy," he called to Walt, "Get over here and clean this mess up with your tongue." Walt eagerly responded, not to taste his wife's pussy, but to savor the nectar that had poured from his Master's wonderful prick. He lapped at her wide open fuck hole until he had devoured all of the semen he could find, then licked the Master's cock clean as well, getting her nasty cunt juices off of it.

William reached down and pulled Kathy up from the couch. "We're going to shower and then go to your bed and fuck some more. You can relax on the wet couch cushions tonight, Walter." As they headed up the stairs, William looked back. "We'll have breakfast in bed - around ten should be good." He put his arm around Kathy and they disappeared into the bathroom.

Chapter Three
William closed the bedroom door and walked over to where Kathy stood next to the bed. He gently put his arms around her waist from behind and nuzzled her ear.

"Mmmmm, that's so nice," she breathed. "Makes me all tingly."

William whispered in her ear. "Walter doesn't really provide for your needs as a woman, does he?"

Kathy shook her head slowly. "No, it's almost like living with a brother instead of a husband."

An idea occurred to Willliam. He carefully took Kathy by the shoulder and turned her so he could look into her eyes again. "Walter is more like a brother to you?" He asked suggestively. Then he repeated it as a statement. "Walter is more like a brother to you."

Kathy kept her eyes locked with his. "Yes," she agreed. Walter is more like a brother than a husband."

William took it a step further. "But he's actually a very nice brother, isn't he?" He continued to stare deep into her eyes.

Kathy looked confused for a moment. "Well, he would be a very nice brother, but he's my husband."

"No, Kathy," William went on smoothly. "You're confused. Walter is your brother. He moved in with you three years ago, after your husband died."

"No," she repeated. "He's my husband."

"Kathy, he's your brother."

Silence, and then a tear ran down her right cheek. "And my husband is dead?" she asked softly.

William suppressed a smile. "Yes, your husband died in a plane crash on a business trip three years ago." He paused. "You spent a lot of time in therapy getting over the loss."

Her eyes opened even wider. "Oh my God, I can't remember his name!" She began to sob. "I can't even remember my dead husband's name."

"It was George, honey." William pulled a name out of the air. "And he was a fine man."

Kathy sniffled at looked up at William again. "Did you know him?"

"Yeah, we tipped a few beers together over the years." William lied. "He always bragged about what a hot babe he had for a wife." He stroked he hair as he said that.

Kathy smiled and wiped her eyes. "Thank you." She kissed him and pulled him to the bed.

"And who is Walter?" William asked her as he slid his hand up her thigh.

Kathy looked at him and shook her head. "He's my brother, silly."

William massaged her still sopping pussy, sliding a finger, then two into her. Kathy gasped, and then moaned as he tweaked her clit with his thumb. "Fuck me, please, William." She gasped.

He mounted her and slid his cock into her. Looking into her eyes again, he talked in a low voice. "As my cock slides in and out of your pussy, your memories of Walt being your brother grow stronger and stronger. Each time I slide into you, it confirms that he is your brother." He fucked her with long slow strokes. "And as your memories of Walt being your brother become stronger, your devotion to me also grows." He increased his tempo. "With every stroke of my cock, your unquestioned love for me grows." He was now fucking her with long, powerful strokes, slamming his cock in to the hilt. Kathy began moaning.

"Oh, William, fuck me. Fuck me baby." She pulled his face down and kissed him, her tongue sliding into his mouth.

"Cum all over my cock!" William commanded as he pulled his face back.

Kathy screamed with pleasure as her orgasm swept through her entire body. William fucked her harder and faster, sweat running down his chest and dripping onto her as she writhed in pleasure under him.

"Again!" he commanded, and she came again.

As he felt his own orgasm approaching, he slammed deep into her pussy and held himself motionless. "Take it, bitch!" he hissed as his seed exploded from his cock and splashed into her womb. She screamed in ecstacy and literally ****** on the bed.

Willliam cleaned himself up and went down stairs. Walt was still eating chicken, and looked up as he came into the dining room.

"Put down the damned chicken and come over here!" he commanded. Walt set the piece of chicken he had been eating down and got up. He went into the living room and stood in front of the still naked William. He looked down at William's cock. William smiled at him. "Go ahead, you can suck on it." Walt dropped to his knees and lovingly took the cock in his hands, stroking it carefully. "Your sister Kathy really loves that monster." William stated matter of factly.

Walt looked up, a puzzled expression on his face. "Kathy's my wife, not my sister." he corrected.

William took his head in both hands and looked into his eyes. "No, Walter, you're mistaken. Kathy is your younger sister." He held the eye contact. "You've been living here with her since her husband died." He paused before continuing. "You've been looking out for your little sister like a good brother."

Walt looked confused. "But what about this," he held up his left hand and showed his wedding band. William reached out and slid the ring from his finger.

"What about what?" he asked back. Walt looked at his now naked finger and remained silent.

"My wedding ring" me said flatly. "That was my wedding ring."

William laughed. "No, Walter, you never had a wedding ring, because you've never been married." Another idea hit him. "In fact, you've never even had sex with a woman."

Walt remained silent. "You've always been so embarrassed by the size of your little cock, that you've given up trying to have sex with women." William drove on. "The one time you almost did get laid, the girl laughed out loud at the sight of your puny prick. Ever since then, you've masturbated every day and become an admirer of real cocks like mine." With that, William took his cock and rubbed it all over Walt's face. Walt responded by sticking his tongue out and licking the swelling cock.

"Smells like pussy," Walt muttered.

"Yeah, that would be your sister's cunt juice. Be a good little cocksucker and clean me up will you?" William sat back as Walt began to suck his cock in earnest. "You are such a good brother to Kathy, aren't you."

Walt nodded, but kept working the now hard cock. William groaned and pulled Walt's head down onto his cock further. "Here it cums, you little faggot!" and blew his load down Walt's throat. Walt greedily drank down every drop before releasing the cock from his mouth.

"I love your cock, William," he said softly. "You can fuck my sister all you want, as long as I can suck your cock."

William looked down at Walt and chuckled. "Walter, you really are a good brother. You've got a deal" He stood up. "I'm going back to bed to relax with your sister now. Don't forget about breakfast. Waffles would be nice." William headed up the stairs.

"I'll remember," Walt called after him. "Ten o'clock, waffles for you and sis."

As he curled up on the couch under the blanket, Walt was thankful he had moved in with his sister.

William woke up to Kathy sucking his cock. When she saw his eyes open, she smiled broadly at him.

"Good morning lover," she almost cooed as she got up and swung her leg over him. She carefully guided his cock to her already wet pussy, and slowly lowered herself down onto him. As she felt him sliding deep into her, she sighed. "Now that's a breakfast sausage."

William placed his hands on her hips and smiled back at her. "Go for it, you horny little bitch." Kathy began to bounce up and down on the cock impaling her, closing her eyes and tilting her head back to the ceiling. William lay there, enjoying the feeling as his stiff prick grew even harder. He looked over at the night stand and noticed a photo of a young woman.

"Who's the babe in the picture?" he asked.

Kathy continued to ride him as she opened her eyes to look at what William was referring to. "Oh, that's my flower, Carol." she replied easily.

William got another nasty idea. "Look at me, babe." he said to her. As Kathy made eye contact with him, he continued. "That's not your flower." he stated.

Kathy paused in her fucking. "Yes it is. She's 25 years old and lives not too far from here with her husband." William maintained the contact.

"She's not your flower, Kathy. She's just a neighbor who has the hots for Walt." He continued. "She really wants to fuck your brother, but he's too shy to do anything about it."

"She wants to fuck my brother?" Kathy asked slowly.

"She really, really wants to help him lose his virginity, but Walt is afraid of her husband finding out." William pulled Kathy down and kissed her. "And you really want to help your brother get laid."

Kathy looked thoughtful. "Walt needs to get laid."

"That's right." William reinpowerd. "And Carol wants to be the one to take his cherry. Carol is a good friend of yours. You could help."

"I could help Walt get laid." Kathy smiled again and resumed fucking William. "But first I need to fuck my lover." She began to ride him harder, slamming her ass down onto him and then raising up until he was just seated in her. "Then I'll get Carol to fuck Walt."

William grinned from ear to ear and rolled over with Kathy still impaled. He put her ankles on his shoulders and began to fuck her as hard as he could. The noise of his balls slapping against her ass and the squishing noises coming from her sopping pussy filled the room. They didn't hear Walt knock and enter the room carrying a tray laden with their breakfast. He set on a night stand and took his cock out of his pants and began to jerk off as he watched the couple.

"Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!" Kathy was yelling. William grunted with each stroke of his cock into Kathy.

"Here it comes," William grunted and kept fucking in and out. He felt his cum pumping into Kathy and he bent down to kiss her, stifling her orgasmic scream.

Walt came as he saw William and his sister went over the top, dribbling his cum onto the bedroom floor. He wiped his hand on his pants and picked the tray back up. He walked over to the bed where the seating couple lay intertwined. "Here's your breakfast." he said cheerfully.

William looked up at him and smiled. "Thanks, Walter. Set it on the bed. I have something to show you." He reached over to the picture of Carol. Before he showed it to Walt he pulled him close and looked into his eyes. "I'm going to show you a picture of the woman who will help you lose your virginity." Kathy giggled and William silenced her with a wave of his hand. "You know her, she's a neighbor who is married, but really wants you. You've been afraid of her husband, but not any more. When I show you her picture you will recognize her as your neighbor, and know that more than anything, you want to fuck this woman. You want her to take tour virginity." He turned the picture around so Walt could see it.

Walt gasped. "That's Carol. She's my..."

"Neighbor!" William cut him off. "She is your neighbor and you desperately want to fuck her."

Walt's face wrinkled in concentration. "But..."

"But she's married and you have been afraid of her husband." William continued.

"Yeah," Walt's face smoothed. "She's married to a big guy that I'm afraid of."

"But you really, really want to stick your cock in her pussy." William pressed on.

"Yeah, I really want to fuck that babe." Walt smiled. "I want to fuck her so bad."

William smiled broadly. "Well, Walter, we're going to make that happen today!" He looked at Kathy. "Call her and ask her to come over this afternoon. What does her husband do?"

Kathy thought for a moment. "He works as a store manager. He puts in 12 hour days most of the time."

"Perfect!" William beamed. "Get her over here at one." He waited while Kathy picked up the phone from the night stand and called Carol. It only took a few minutes to set it up.

"She'll be here then," Kathy told the men. She looked at Walt. "And maybe then we can get my poor brother laid."

William laughed and grabbed Kathy's tit. "Come on, wench. We aren't finished yet." Before he started in on her again, he turned to Walt. "You can go back downstairs. When Carol comes, I'll answer the door."

"Okay William. Whatever you say. And thanks for helping me get laid." Walt was genuinely thankful.

William turned back to Kathy and began to suck on her nipples.

At one, the doorbell rang. William was waiting and had told Walt and Kathy to wait upstairs. As he opened the door, their flower Carol stood on the front steps.

"Please come in, Carol," William politely waved his hand.

As she came into the house, Carol looked at him. "Who are you and where are my parents?" She asked innocently. My mom called me to meet her here."

William smiled and looked deeply into Carol's eyes. She found herself staring back into the deep grey orbs. "Kathy called you to come over here." he said.

"Yeah, that's what I said, my mom called me."

William kept her transfixed. "No, Kathy your neighbor called you."

Carol looked perplexed. "She's my neighbor, but she's my mom."

William pressed on. "No, Carol, you're mistaken. Kathy is not your lady, though she gives you ladyly advice. She is just a neighbor you have known for some time."

"Just a neighbor?" Carol asked hesitating. "Kathy is just a friend?"

William kept smiling. "That's right. She's just a very dear friend who you trust implicitly."

"She's a good friend." Carol stated.

"No," William corrected. "She's your best friend."

Carol smiled. "Yeah, Kathy's my best friend."

"And Walter is her brother." William continued.

Carol hesitated again. "Walter is my man, isn't he?" she looked confused.

"No, honey, Walter is Kathy's brother, and you have an incredible crush on him."

"Kathy's brother?" The confused look remained.

"He's Kathy's brother and he would like to fuck you very much." William looked deeper into her eyes. "Walter wants you to take his virginity, and you want to help him."

Carol's expression changed slightly. "Want to fuck Walter."

"Yeah, baby. You have secretly had the hots for Walter for years, and now you are going to fuck him." William droned on. "Just thinking about him makes your pussy wet, gets you weak in the knees."

"I really need to fuck Walter," Carol stated. "I need his cock."

William called out, "Walter, come on in." Walt walked in, stark naked. At the sight of him, Carol rushed over and hugged him.

"Oh, Walter, I need you so much!" She grasped his stiffening cock and stroked it. "Please fuck me now!" She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Walter responded by unbuttoning her blouse and slipping it off, followed by her bra. He kissed her nipples and massaged her tits as William sat down and watched. "Kathy, I need a blow job," he called and Kathy entered the room, also naked. She dropped to her knees between his legs and began to suck his cock.

Carol, on seeing what Kathy was doing, dropped to her knees and took Walt's cock into her mouth. As she sucked him, she slid her skirt and panties off. "I want you, Walter," she panted, her pussy dripping wet. "Fuck me now!" She lay back on the floor and spread her legs.

"Watch this," William told Kathy. "Your brother is about to lose his virginity." Kathy turned sideways, still working his cock, and watched the couple.

Walt positioned himself between Carol's wide spread legs and placed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. With one stroke, he buried himself inside of her. Carol moaned loudly. "Yeah, fuck my pussy, Walter. Fuck me good." She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him deeper.

Walt fucked her like a madman, slamming his cock in and out of her easily. It only took a few minutes before he was yelling, "Here it cums, Carole. I'm cumming!"

Carol pulled him close and held him there while Walt's balls pumped the biggest load of cum they had ever produced into Carol's greedy pussy. "Oh, I can feel your hot cum in me!" she gasped as she felt herself cumming. "I love you!" she panted.

William grunted as he came in Kathy's mouth. She drank his load, savoring every drop. He looked at the Walter and Carol, still joined on the floor in a sweaty heap.

"Perfect!" he muttered to himself.

Chapter Five
It was six months since William had taken over the marriage of Walt and Kathy. During that time, he had convinced Walt and Kathy that they were actually brother and sister, not husband and wife, and that their flower Carol was not their flower, but a slutty married neighbor. He had convinced Walt and Carol they were in love with each other, and had them fucking like rabbits while he was banging Kathy with Walt's full consent. When the neighbors got inquisitive as to the new arrangements, William convinced them, one by one, that everything was as it should be.He had ultimately convinced Carol and her husband to get divorced, and then Walt and Carol had moved into William's old double wide trailer two counties over. He and Kathy stayed in the house, once William convinced her it was hers anyway. As a parting gift to Walt and Carol, he had swapped his rusty pickup truck with Walt for his SUV. They hadn't seen each other in five months, and tonight was going to be a reunion dinner, of sorts.

Kathy was dressed in a red calf length skirt that was slit up the side all the way to her hip. She had on a red satin blouse and red pumps with three inch heels. She had stopped wearing any underwear six months ago. William had on a pair of loose fitting khakis and a denim shirt with a pair of tan deck shoes. When the bell rang, Kathy answered it and let Walt and Carol in.

Carol was wearing a blue denim mini that barely covered her ass, and a red halter top that looked two sizes too small. She had on a beat up pair of sandals, and had bleached her hair a straw blonde color. The dark roots indicated she had done it a while ago. Walt had on a pair of cutoff jeans and a stained grey T-shirt. The running shoes he was wearing may have been white once upon a time.

William handed them both a beer as they sat down on the sofa. "So how's it going, you two love birds?" he asked. "Looks like Carol's put on a few pounds." he pointed to her belly.

Carol blushed and Walt spoke up. "She's got a bun in the oven, William." he said proudly. William looked at Walt with mock surprise.

"Walter, you old dog, did you do that?"

Walt slurped at his beer and nodded. "Yes I did, by God. Knocked my horny little bitch up all by myself."

"You sure it's yours?" William teased him.

Walt just grinned back at him. "Yep. Know so because Carol makes the mail man wear a rubber when he fucks her."

Kathy gasped. "Carol, you are such a slut!" she giggled. "Fucking the mail man!"

Carol laughed back, "But that's only twice a week or so." She looked at Walt. "And he gets so horny watching me fuck that big black cock."

William laughed loudly. "Still got a thing for man sized cocks, huh Walter?"

Walt blushed. "You know I do, William."

"Walt even sucks him to get him hard before he fucks me," Carol added. "Same old Walter," William sighed. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. "C'mon over here, then and work this one over."

Walt slid off the couch and onto his knees and crawled over to William. As he began sucking his cock, Carol leaned over to Kathy.

"I don't always make the mailman wear a rubber," she confided.

Kathy's eyes opened wide. "You are such a slut she giggled."

"But I make him pull out and cum on my belly." Carol added quickly.

Kathy looked at her slyly. "So he's never cum inside of you? Honestly?"

Carol smiled again. "Well, actually he really only manages to pull out about half the time before he cums in me."

Kathy gave a mock gasp. "So you've had all that nigger sperm swimming around your eggs, huh?"

Carol blushed again. "But it feels so good when he cums in me - he cums buckets more than Walter, and it just fills me up."

"Does Walter know?" Kathy asked.

"No!" Carol said quickly. "I only fuck him bareback when Walter's away."

"Bet you've got a little black baby in there!" Kathy poked at Carol's belly. "Cuz I don't think Walter makes enough cum to make a fly pregnant."

Carol looked over as William fucked Walt's mouth, holding his head down on his spurting cock. "I think you're right, Kathy, but I do love Walter. He's just so damned small in the cock department. I wish he was hung like your guy William."

A gleam entered Kathy's eyes. "Want to share him for a while?"

Carol looked at her and grinned. "I thought you'd never ask." She stood up and untied her halter top, throwing it aside. "Look out Walter, I need to sit on that for a while." She pushed Walt aside and raised her mini skirt above her hips, showing she wasn't wearing panties. She straddled William's rigid pole and slowly lowered herself down on it until it was buried inside of her. "Ah, that is sooo good," she moaned. As she began to fuck William, Kathy stripped behind her and moved up. She got under Carol's ass so she could see William's cock pistoning in and out of her pussy. She licked at the cock as it slid out, tasting Carol's juices on it.

Walt stood to one side and let Carol suck his cock as she rode William.

"What I really like about your cock is that it's too small to gag me," she said. "And when you cum, it doesn't flood my mouth and run out like the mail man." She sucked furiously, and within a few seconds, Walt tremred and came. "See, I almost couldn't tell you came just then!"

Kathy popped William's cock out of Carol's pussy and sucked on the head. She pumped up and don and then put it back inside of Carol. Walt sat down and watched as William took on his sister and girl friend. Carol got off of William and was replaced by Kathy, who bounced wildly on his cock.

"Gonna cum!" William grunted, and Carol pulled Kathy. She quickly sat on William and reinserted his cock in her own pussy just as he began to pump his seed out.

"OH MY GOD!!!!" Carol screamed. "I can feel every spurt deep in my belly!" She collapsed onto him. "Oh, cuckolds brownie, he's still cumming in me!" William's cum began to overflow Carol's full cunt and drip onto the floor. Kathy dived in and began catching the overflow on her tongue, savoring the taste.

William looked into Carol's eyes. "Why don't you dump little dick and move in with us, babe. You could be getting this cock every day." Carol nodded in agreement.

"Walter, I'm sorry, but I'm staying here with Kathy and William in their house." She almost looked sorry. "You just don't get the job done, baby."

"Don't feel bad, Walter," Kathy chimed in. "You do suck a mean cock. Maybe you were just meant to be a faggot."

Walt dejectedly zipped up his cut offs. He picked up his beer and downed it before heading for the door. As he was about to leave, William came up to him. Looking him in the eyes, he said slowly.

"Walter, when you leave here, you will forget you ever knew any of us. You will have no memory of any family, no memory of a wife or sister or flower. You have never been in this house, and once you leave tonight, will forget where it is. You will remember that you have lived in that trailer for years, and the only things that make life tolerable are beer and sucking cocks. You will take beer and suck cock whenever you get the chance. You will avoid female companionship entirely, and will not desire to be with a woman. You will openly flaunt your gayness."

With that, he patted Walt on the ass. "Have a nice life."

As he drove away in his battered old pick up truck, all the memories of his previous life fell away. By the time he reached the trailer, all Walt wanted was another beer, and a big cock to suck. That's all he ever wanted again.

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Family Vacation


Ben Richards was completely lost. His wife had warned him not to try the back road shortcut he had found on the map, but the stereotypical male ego had taken over at that point. "Honey, just sit back and relax. We'll cut a full hour off the trip this way." he had assured her. She was relaxing now, her head resting on her travel pillow.

In the back seat of the Town and Country mini-van, their two teenage kids were busy listening to their IPODs, indifferent to the conversation. The 16 year old Kyle and 18 year old Marsha had not wanted to come on this trip in the first place, and had argued at length to get out of the family vacation. Neither had said a word since the car pulled out of the driveway three hours earlier.

Ben shifted in the seat uncomfortably. It was getting dark, and he didn't want to try navigating the back roads at night. He was considering his options when the sign for the motel came up on the right. If he was lucky, he could get directions and they could get back onto the main road. If he was really lucky, he could even get to the lake before Jennifer woke up.

The motel came into view and Ben pulled in. The building was L-shaped with a small courtyard and about twenty rooms. A sign at the end nearest the road identified the office. He turned of the car and turned around to the kids.

"I'll be back out in a minute. Anyone want a soda?" They both looked up and shook their heads. Ben shrugged, looked at his still relaxing wife, and got out of the van. As he walked toward the office, Kyle turned to Marsha.

"He's lost." he said to his sister. "Again."

Marsha nodded. "I hate going on trips like this. He gets lost, Mom end up with the "I told you so" routine, and the whole vacation starts off screwed up."

"I do not do the "I told you so" routine," came a voice from the front seat. Jennifer sat up and turned her head. "I simply remind him that he made an error in judgment." She smiled. "One that I would never have made." She looked at the motel and saw her husband going into the office. "Let's hope he gets some decent directions."

"Amen to that," Kyle muttered adjusting his headphones and sitting back.

Ben went into the office and looked around. An old man was sitting in an easy chair behind the reception desk, relaxing. There was a portable television on the counter and a Dukes of Hazzard episode was playing. The screen door banged shut behind him, waking up the old man. "Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed sitting bolt upright.

"Sorry," Ben apologized. "I didn't mean to scare you." He waited as the old man adjusted his glasses and stood up. "I was wondering if you could help me?"

The old man stretched and farted loudly. "Guess that depends on what ya need, doesn't it?" He scratched his ass as he moved behind the counter to face Ben. He wrinkled his nose up. "Whew," he muttered. "Gotta stop eatin' them refried beans." He shook his head. "I love 'em, but they just don't like me. Trouble is Carmella makes 'em so damned tasty."

Ben looked at the old man as he spoke. He looked to be in his late sixties, was bald and had a distinctive paunch. He stood as tall as Ben, about five foot ten, he guessed. His glasses only had one thick lens, with the other side being solid black. He found himself staring at the old man's strange glasses.

"Like my specs?" the old man asked him. "Can't see cuckolds brownie without 'em." He chuckled. "Sometimes it's a bitch gettin' old." He leaned forward on the counter. Ben continued to stare at his glasses, and the old man slowly reached up and took them off. "I lost the left eye about ten years ago in an accident. Wore a patch for a few years, but then a gent came through who fixed me up with this glass eye." He jerked his thumb toward his left eye. "What do you think of it, young fella?"

Ben found himself looking at the old man's glass eye in spite of his initial sense of revulsion. "It's very nice." He answered, trying to be polite. "It's......" his voice trailed off as he looked deeper into the glass orb. As he watched, a light began to pulsate slowly. Something in his head screamed for him to look away, but he couldn't. All he could do was look into the eye as the light grew brighter. It changed colors from white to blue to green and then red, and the pulsation increased in frequency. Ben's jaw hung open slackly, and a line of drool spilled out of the corner of his mouth.

"That's a right pretty mouth, you've got there, mister." the old man said to him. "Seems a shame not to put it to good use." He unzipped his trousers and stepped back from the counter. "Why don't you come around and see what you can do with this." He waved his flaccid cock at Ben, who was lifting the gate and coming behind the counter with him.

Chapter Two
Out in the van, Jennifer was growing increasingly impatient. She looked at her watch, then at the office door, than back at her watch. After twenty minutes of waiting impatiently, she reached for the door handle. "You kids wait here." she said. They were both engrossed in their music, and didn't pay her any attention. "I'm going to see what the hold up is about." She got out of the van and went up on to the office door. She hesitated outside the door. "Hello?" she called. Getting no response, she pushed the screen door open and went inside.

At first she didn't see anyone. Then, a slurping noise got her attention and she looked over to the area behind the reception counter. Jennifer saw the old man sitting back in his chair, head back and smiling. She took a few steps toward the counter, and that's when she could see the top of the head bobbing up and down in the old geezer's lap. The old pervert was getting a blow job! She almost turned around and left then, when she recognized who the bobbing head belonged to.

"Ben!" she fetishd out. "Ben, what the Hell are you doing!" She ran over to the counter and looked over it. Her husband was on his knees, sucking on the old man's now stiff cock. She stood still, staring at them, and the old man looked at her.

"He's good, sweetie," he said to her in a mellow voice. "He's very good."

Jennifer was speechless. She looked at the old man in disbelief. Looked at his face and noticed his bad eye. She found herself being drawn to that eye. Without realizing what she was doing, she lifted the gate and moved closer, staring at the milky blue orb. She was standing next to her husband, who kept slurping the cock, and she bent forward to look even closer. The pulsing light began again, and She felt her will power melting away.

Se knelt on the floor next to her husband, and pulled the old man's stiff prick from his mouth. She stroked it gently, savoring the feel and kissed the knobby head. Her tongue flicked out and probed the slit, looking for any pre-cum that might be welling up there. Then she engulfed the head and let it slide down her throat. She held the cock there momentarily, his balls resting against her chin, then let it slide back out until just the head was in her mouth. She swallowed him again, and again, and yet again.

"Your wife sucks cock almost as good as you, mister." the old man said to Ben. He looked at Jennifer's blouse. "Looks like she's got some nice tits under there." As Ben took the cock back into his mouth, the old man spoke to Jennifer. "Why don't you show me them tits, babe."

Wordlessly, she slid her top over her head and reached behind herself to unhook her bra. As her 36C globes came free and swayed in front of her, the old man smiled widely. "Them damned things are even better than Carmella's!" he exclaimed. "Stand up and let me suck on 'em."

Jennifer stood and bent forward. The man took her left nipple into his mouth and began to suck it noisily. As his tongue worked it, the nipple grew stiff, standing up like a big pink pencil eraser. He moved his attention to the other nipple and worked it over. All the while, Ben was still sucking his cock. He reached down and lifted her skirt up, so he could reach her panties. The old man pushed them aside and slid a finger into Jennifer's pussy.

"She's ready, Benny old boy," he said to Ben. "Why don't you stand by the counter and play with yourself while sweetie here sits on my cock."

Ben stood and moved back by the counter, unzipping his pants. He fished his cock out and began to stroke it, as Jennifer straddled the old man's lap. "Makes you all hot and horny to see the wife banging another guy, don't it, Benny?" the old man teased. Ben's cock grew stiff in response. Jennifer slowly lowered herself, reaching down to place his cock against her wet pussy lips. As her cunt began to swallow the cock, the old man smiled widely.

"That's it, you fucking bitch! Take that cock deep in your slimy fuck hole." She kept lowering herself until his cock was completely inside of her. "Now fuck old Ralph, nice and slow." Jennifer responded by carefully lifting up and then sliding down again. "Yeah," the old man moaned. He looked at Ben who was now furiously jerking off. "You can stop that now, big fellah." Ben stopped in mid stroke. "You just stand there with your hands at your side, and when I cum inside your wife's cunt, you'll cum without even touching yourself." He almost cackled. "That's because you get so excited watching her fuck like the slut she really is."

Jennifer continued to fuck Ralph, increasing her tempo. In spite of herself, she felt her first orgasm approaching. Ralph felt her pussy contracting and knew she was about to cum, so he grabbed her hips and slammed her down on his cock. As she felt her orgasm sweeping over her, Jennifer moaned loudly.

"And here I cum, you fucking cunt!" Ralph yelled as he felt the cum boiling up from his balls and racing down the length of his cock. "Yeah, yeah, yeah!!!" His cum spurted deep into Jennifer's womb, and she moaned and came again as she felt his hot seed being planted.

Ben, still standing by the counter with his hands at his sides, grunted loudly and began to shake. A thick white rope of cum erupted from his stiff cock, flying a full five feet before it splashed onto the floor. Spurt after spurt followed, as he pumped the contents of his balls onto the already stained carpeting. He had to support himself using the counter as he finished cumming, the last of his sperm dripping from the end of his cock.

"Way to go, Benny boy," Ralph crowed. "You just love seeing this whore getting fucked, don't you?" Ben nodded weakly at the old man. "Speak up, mister, I can't hear your fucking brains rattle."

"I love seeing you fuck that whore," Ben replied in a shaky voice.

"And you love old Ralph's fat cock, don't you bitch?" he looked at Jennifer.

Without waiting to be prompted she answered, "Ralph, I do love that fat cock of yours." She stood up and Ralph's softening prick slid wetly out of her dripping pussy. Ralph grabbed her blouse from the floor and wiped his cock clean with it, then tossed it to her.

"Got a great fucking idea," he said cheerfully. "Lets rent you a couple of rooms for the week, and you can stay here and party with old Ralph and Carmella."

Jennifer looked at him lovingly as she spoke. "We'd love to, but we have our youngren with us."

Ralph's smile grew even broader. "Hell, bitch, they can stay and play too!" He stood up and fixed his pants. "Now you get dressed and bring 'em in, while I get the keys for you." As Ben and Jennifer went out to the van, he reached for some room keys.

"It's been a while since we had a good party here."

Chapter Three
Kyle was lying on the bed in his room, looking at the ceiling. "I can't believe we're staying here," he mumred to himself. "What a cuckolds brownie hole this place is." A cockroach scuttled across the ceiling and down the far wall. He picked up the remote and turned on the television sitting on the dresser across from the bed. As he flipped through the channels, some one knocked on his door. He sighed and slowly got up from the bed. It didn't have a peephole, so he unlocked the door and opened it s few inches, leaving the chain in place. Standing outside his door was a woman who looked to be 40 something, wearing a very short cotton skirt and a halter top, a cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth. Standing next to her was the old fart who had checked them in.

"Can I help you?" he asked impatiently.

The old man looked at him and nodded. "Sure can, misterny," he said. "My girlfriend here needs to attention." He pointed to the woman with his thumb. "Wondering if you could provide the bitch with some stud service?"

Kyle was on the verge of slamming the door when he looked into the old man's face, and the light flickering in his artificial eye. Wordlessly, he closed the door, undid the chain, and opened it all the way to let them into his room. As the woman walked past him, she made sure she brushed against him. Kyle could smell her cheap perfume mingled with the cigarette smoke. He closed the door and turned to face the couple.

"This here is Carmella." the man said. "She aint much to look at, but she sure does have some big tits." He grinned at Kyle. "And she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." Still grinning, he added, "And she's the hottest bitch you've ever laid eyes on, ain't she, misterny?"

Kyle felt his cock stiffening as he looked at Carmella. He made a quick appraisal of the woman. She stood slightly taller than him, about 5 feet 9 or so, and probably weighed about 180 pounds. She had huge tits and a big round ass, with a noticeable beer belly. Her hair was a mousy brown and hung down past her shoulders with a greasy sheen. She had big pouty lips painted bright red, and her face was heavily pock marked, bearing testimony to a serious bout with acne in her youth. Her eyes were dark brown, almost black. All in all, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his young life.

Carmella walked over to him and dropped to her knees. She reached out and unzipped Kyle's fly, pulling his aching prick from its denim confines. She stroked it a few times and then took him in her mouth, smearing her red lip gloss along the shaft and the head. Kyle moaned and proceeded to cum right then and there, pumping his strong youthful load into Carmella's greedy mouth. She swallowed every drop, and then looked up at him. "Wanna fuck me, big boy?" she teased him as she stood and took his hand. She led him back to the bed and pushed him so he fell on his back. She pulled up her skirt, revealing the fact she wore no panties, and climbed on top of him. As she was placing her pussy over his still hard cock, Ralph waved to them.

"See you horny fuckers later." he opened the door. "I gotta go see if the boy's sister is as hot as her momma." He closed the door behind him and headed for the room next door.

Marsha was busy listening to her IPOD and never heard the key in the door. She hadn't bothered to fasten the chain when she had stormed into the room, totally pissed off at her stupid parents. She had thrown herself on the bed and shucked off her jeans, lying back in her halter top and thong panties, lost in the sound of her music. When she saw the shadow fall across her, she sat up quickly, ripping the headphones from her ears. Ralph, the nasty old man from the office was standing there, leering at her.

"What do you want you fucking old pervert?" she almost hissed at him. Ralph smiled at her and moved even closer.

"Now sweetheart, is that any way for a young lady to talk to her elders?" he asked in a soothing voice. She sat there, not sure if she should scream or try to run. She looked at his face to see if she could read the old man's intentions. He took off his weird glasses and looked directly at her. She found herself staring at that damned artificial eye. Staring at it as it glowed and pulsed. Staring at it, she felt herself relaxing, her fear draining away.

"Didn't your mommy and daddy aver teach you to be nice to old people, little girl?" Ralph asked as he sat down on the bed next to her. "You want to nice to old Ralph, now, don't you?"

Marsha nodded her head slowly in agreement. "Yes, I want to be nice." she said in a flat voice. Ralph's smile grew wider.

"Well, then, sweetheart. That's much better." He reached out and squeezed her right breast. "You got some right nice titties, you know." He squeezed the other like he was comparing them. "Not as big as your momma's, but not bad." He moved so his face was right in front of hers. "I'll bet you're a much better fuck than she was, though." He reached down and slid a finger under her thong and caressed her slit. Marsha moaned. "Are you a virgin, little one?" Ralph asked her.

Marsha shook her head. "No," she answered in a low voice.

Ralph stood up. "Take those clothes off for Ralph, honey. Let me see that body of yours." Marsha peeled off her top and then skinned off the thong. She sat there, naked. "Play with that pussy for me, darlin'" he told her. "Get it warmed up for this big fella." He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Marsha reached down and began to finger herself, toying with her clit and sliding a finger inside of herself. "Nice," the old man hissed. He stepped forward. "Suck on my cock while you play with yourself." Marsha bent forward and took the old man's stiffening cock into her mouth. "Oooh sweetie, you done this before!" Ralph crowed as her head bobbed up and down. He took hold of her head with both hands and began to fuck her face roughly, jamming his cock all the way in until his balls slapped her chin. Before he came, he pulled his cock out and pushed her back on the bed.

"You on any birth control, honey?" he asked as he climbed between her splayed legs. She shook her head, wiping her mouth with her arm. "Guess we'll just pay our nickel and take our chances, then," Ralph laughed as he slid his cock into her wet pussy. He fucked Marsha with long hard strokes, making her grunt each time he slammed forward. "Cum for old Ralph, little girl. Cum all over his big ole cock!" He fucked her even harder.

Marsha was panting now, feeling herself on the verge of cumming. "Fuck me, oh God, fuck me!" she moaned out loud. And then it hit her and she screamed as she came. Her pussy spasmed, clenching and unclenching around his cock, milking it.

"Goddam!" Ralph yelled as he felt his balls ready to explode. "Here cum the baby makers!" he slammed into Marsha and held himself deep inside of her as his seed pumped from his rock hard cock to seek out her young egg. She could feel him spurting his sperm into her fertile womb, and she came again. "Gonna make a bay with my little sweetie," Ralph panted. "You want Ralph's baby, don't you little girl?"

Marsha looked at the old man and she knew it was true. She wanted to have his baby more than anything else in the world. "Oh yes, Ralph, make a baby in my belly," she moaned at him. She wrapped her long legs around his ass and pulled him close, holding his softening cock deep inside of her with his hot sticky load of cum.

Ralph shook his head in admiration. "Girl, your momma was a fine piece of ass, but you put her to shame." Marsha smiled at him proudly. "Sure gonna make it tough to choose which one of you gets to stay." Her expression turned quizzical as Ralph pulled out of her, his cock making a plopping sound. "You're tired now, though. Get some relax, and we'll work on it again tomorrow." He got off the bed and wiped his cock on her halter top, tossing it at her. As he headed for the door, Marsha yawned and rolled over. She was arelax before he got out the door.

Chapter Five
Ralph went back to the office where he had left Ben and Jennifer. They were still standing behind the desk, motionless, looking more like mannequins that people. They were also stark naked. As he walked by Jennifer, Ralph patted her on the ass. "Nice" he muttered. He walked over to the refrigerator and pulled out a beer, twisting the top off and tossing it at the waste basket in the corner. He took a deep pull on it and sat down to look at the couple.

"Well, I can see that I have got some more testing to do before I make any decisions." He looked at Ben and then back at Jennifer. "Time for some entertainment while I recharge my batteries," he said to himself.

"Jennifer, get on your knees and suck your hubby's cock." She dropped obediently and took Ben's cock into her mouth. "But Benny, old boy, you won't be able to get hard no matter what she does. In fact, the harder she tries, the more turned off you will get." Ralph chuckled. "But baby, you want that hard cock so you can have him stick it in your pussy. You want it bad!" Jennifer was stoking and licking and sucking like a woman possessed, desperately trying to get Ben's cock hard. She sucked his balls and licked the length of his shaft, but he stayed soft.

"Ben," Ralph said, "you find this totally disgusting. You know only a sttreet slut sucks cock, right Benny?" Ben nodded. "And since Jennifer is sucking your cock, what does that make her?"

"She's a street slut!" Ben almost yelled and tried to pull his cock away from her. She held on frantically, trying to suck it. "You're nothing but a fucking whore!" Ben yelled at her, pushing her away.

"And you think she's pretty ugly too, don't you, Ben?" Ralph continued. "It actually makes you sick to your stomach when she touches you with them nasty hands, and puts her skanky ole lips on your prick, doesn't it?"

Ben began to quiver as Jennifer furiously sucked at his flaccid cock. He looked down at her and tried to push her away, looking pale. "Get the fuck away from me, ugly fucking bitch!" he yelled at her. "You make me want to puke!"

"But baby," Jennifer moaned. "I need your cock. Please!" she begged.

Ben staggered and fell back on the floor, and she swarmed on top of him. But try as she might, his cock stayed soft. Then, without warning, Ben vomited on her. Jennifer recoiled in disgust, and Ralph laughed so hard he almost fell out of his chair. Jennifer stood up, wearing whatever Ben had eaten earlier that day.

"Honey, there's a shower behind the office, though that door right there," he pointed. "Go ahead and get yourself cleaned up for the night." As Jennifer disappeared into the back, the screen door opened and Carmella walked in, looking haggard and seriously fucked out. A cigarette drooped from the corner of her mouth, and her clothes were in a state of disarray.

"That boy can fuck!" she stated. "I must have a quart of cum inside me right now." Carmella spread her legs, and Ralph and Ben could see some of Kyle's cum running down the inside of her thighs. Ralph looked at Ben.

"Now there's a beautiful woman, huh Benny ole boy?" He looked at Ben. "She's gorgeous compared to that slut you just chased out of here, isn't she?" Ben nodded. "Bet you're getting a stiffy just looking at her." nd sure enough, Ben's cock began to rise. "Go on, boy, give it to her right there on the desk."

Ben got up off the floor and Carmella bent forward on the counter. He came up behind her and placed his cock against her dripping pussy. As he slid into her, he reached around to fondle her tits. Ben's cock made squishing noises as it pistoned in and out of her cum filled pussy, and Carmella moaned loudly.

"He's better than his mister," she told Ralph. "A little bigger around and a little longer." She pushed back against his cock each time he plunged forward. It only took a few minutes before he was cumming. "Shit!" Carmella yelled. "I ain't got no more room in there for his cum," and as she said that, a steady stream of semen ran out of her and down her legs and into her shoes.

Ben collapsed on top of Carmella as he spent himself. "You are so beautiful," he whispered in her ear. "I love you."

Ralph smiled at the couple still joined on the counter top. "Why don't you two love birds go to bed." He listened to the shower running. "I'll bunk with ugly old Jennifer tonight, Ben."

Ben looked at Ralph gratefully. "Thanks," he said "I really owe you for this." He and Carmella got off the counter and went out the door to his room, arms around each other. A trail of cum followed Carmella like the slimy track of some slug.

"You sure do," Ben said in a low voice. "And I aim to collect."

The next morning, Ralph had everyone formed up in the lobby. He surveyed them with a critical eye. Ben stood next to Carmella, his arm around her shoulder. The kids, Kyle and Marsha stood by, waiting to see what was going to happen next. Kyle stealing quick glances at Carmella and licking his lips. Marsha seemed to fixate on Ralph's crotch. Jennifer stood to one side, looking undecided as to what she should do.

"Well folks," he said to the group. "This is the last time we'll be together. Gonna send you off and let you get back home." He sighed. "It's been a lot of fun," he looked from Jennifer to Marsha. "You two babes are the hottest pieces of ass I seen in a long time." The two women brightened visibly. Ralph continued. "But before we go our separate ways, it's time to make a choice as to which one of you honey's gets to take Carmella's place here with old Ralph."

He got up out of his chair and walked over to the group. "Think that we'll use the old cocksucker test to decide this one." He stopped by Marsha and Kyle. The brother and sister looked at him expectantly. "Marsha, baby, you're gonna suck Kyle's cock. You've been wanting to do that for years, and now you get your chance. " He looked at Kyle. "And you've been dying for her to suck you off, ain't you misterny?" Kyle nodded eagerly as he unzipped his pants. As he fished out his cock, Marsha dropped to her knees and took hold of it.

"Now just wait 'til I tell you to start!" he scolded them. Turning to Ben he smiled. "You get to have Carmella suck you off, Benny boy." He chuckled. "Don't really matter, just don't want you to feel left out while Jenny babe sucks me off." He gestured to Jennifer who followed him back to his chair. Ralph sat down and she quickly open his fly and pulled his cock out. "Just hang on, baby, while I explain the rules."

Ralph sat back as he spoke. "Every so often, someone comes through here, lost and confused. Last time that happened was about two years ago. Carmella and her boyfriend came by and ended up stayin' for a few weeks, as it turned out. When he left, my old gal Annie went with him, and Carmella stayed with me." He nodded to Carmella who was on her knees, waiting to suck Ben's cock. "She's been providin' me with female companionship ever since. Then you folks came by, with these two hot bitches, and I knew it was time for another trade."

"So here's how it's gonna go. Whichever of these babes makes her guy cum first will be the winner and gets to stay with Ralphie until who knows when." He paused. "All right then, on my mark," he smiled. "Ready, set, suck!"

Jennifer dove down on Ralph's cock, swallowing the entire length in one gulp. Then slowly letting him slide out. He felt himself stiffening immediately and groaned. "Damn, girl, I ain't got hard that quick in years." She bobbed her head up and down frantically, her tongue working its magic on the underside of his shaft. Ralph lay back and enjoyed the best blow job he'd had today.

Across the room, Marsha was using a slower tempo as she sucked Kyle's cock. She had pulled his pants down and played with his balls as she slurped his hard prick. Kyle encouraged her. "That's it sis, you are one hot cock sucking bitch!" he moaned. "You're gonna make me cum in no time." Marsha let his cock slip from her lips and carefully sucked one of his balls into her mouth. She teased it with her tongue before releasing it and then taking the other one in.

Carmella didn't say anything as she worked Ben's cock in and out of her mouth, her painted red lips sliding up and down the length of his shaft. Ben stood motionless, his eyes closed, muttering "Love you, Carmella, love you," over and over. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his wife sucking Ralph's swollen manhood. "Go on, you ugly fucking slut. I want you to win this contest so I can get rid of your skinny nasty ass!" Jennifer flipped him off as she continued to make love to the massive cock in her mouth.

"By the way," Ralph interjected. "In order to prove the guy has really cum, he has to cum on his woman's face." He looked down at Jennifer. "You love facials anyway, babe," he told her. She smiled around the cock in his mouth and reached up to pull his pants down to his knees.

"Im almost there!" Kyle panted as Marsha kept working his prick in and out of her mouth. She was drooling down the front of her blouse. "Gonna do it!" Kyle yelled.

Ralph felt himself getting close, but thought for sure that the young man would get off before he did. That's when Jennifer pulled out all the stops and rammed her finger up his ass. With a yelp, Ralph felt himself cumming. He almost forgot to pull out of Jennifer's mouth, but he stood hastily and grabbed his erupting cock. His fist spurt hit her in the middle of the forehead and ran down her nose. The second hit her chin and the third fell on her halter top. He fell back into the chair.

Kyle blew his load next, splattering his gooey load into Marsha's right eye and then her cheek. Marsha grinned and scooped his cum from her face and into her mouth, swallowing it greedily. "You taste fucking great," she told him, licking her lips. "We should have done this sooner." Kyle smiled back at her. "We'll just have to make up for lost time."

Ben came last, but he left his cock in Carmella's mouth, pumping his load down her throat. "Hey," Kyle protested. "You were suppose to cum on her face!" Ben smiled warmly. "I wouldn't treat the woman I love that way," he said, taking Carmella's hand and helping her up. He kissed her full on her scarlet lips, ignoring the taste of his own cum.

Ralph laughed out loud from his chair. "This is gonna work out just fuckin' great." He announced. "By the way, did I mention that I'm also the Justice of the Peace here?" He got up and went over to the desk and pulled some papers out of the drawer. "Ben, Jennifer has already signed the uncontested divorce papers, mutually irreconcilable differences is the correct term." He held out a pen toward Ben. "Just sign right here and we'll get this finalized," he smiled. After Ben had signed, he carefully folded the papers and put them in an envelope. Then he pulled out another paper.

"And here we seem to have a marriage license for you and the lovely Carmella." He turned to Jennifer. "Would you and Marsha care to be witnesses to the ceremony?"

Chapter Seven
It was almost two in the afternoon when the family loaded up the mini van and got ready to head on down the road. Ben and Carmella Richards were as happy as they could ever remember being. The kids were in the back seat, Marsha had her head buried in Kyle's lap, sucking his cock again. Ralph had convinced them that they couldn't resist each other. Carmella smiled at Ben as he watched them. "You be a good boy, and maybe I'll do you while you're driving." She whispered in his ear. He felt himself getting hard just thinking about that.

Ralph stood in the door and waved to the van as it pulled out of the parking lot. The family would have no memory of where this place was once they were a mile down the road. All they would know is the Richards family had enjoyed the best vacation ever, and Carmella was going to be a great step lady to the kids. She had already promised Kyle she would make sure to tuck him in at night. That is if he wasn't already tucked into Marsha.

Ralph went back inside and sat down in his chair. He grabbed the television remote and began flipping though the channels. "Jennifer," he yelled. "Bring me a beer." Jennifer came out of the kitchen carrying a bottle of Coors for him. She was wearing a pair of blue spandex pants that stretched tightly across her ass, and a pink halter top. Her bright red lipstick stained the filter of the cigarette hanging loosely from the corner of her mouth.

"Goddam you get me hot, bitch", he muttered as he grabbed her around the waist. He pulled the pants down and slid a finger into her pussy. With his other hand, he unzipped his pants and fished his cock out. He stroked himself for a few seconds while Jennifer pulled the pants over her sandals.

"Climb on, sweetie," he told her. "Poppa wants to plant another load in that hot pussy of yours." Jennifer straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his cock, guiding it to the entrance of her pussy. He slid in easily, and she sank down onto his balls. She held him deep, squeezing him with her internal muscles. "Yeah," Ralph said nodding, "You really are a better fuck than your flower." She began to fuck him slowly, raising up and then lowering herself back down.

"Was she really a good piece of ass?" she asked him.

Ralph laughed. "You bet your pretty round ass she was, babe. I really hope she's knocked up from the load I gave her!"

Jennifer looked down at him and shook her head. "You're such a dirty old man," she scolded. "Instead of worrying if you got my flower pregnant, why don't you concentrate on knocking me up?" And with that, she began to fuck him in earnest. In just a few minutes he howled and pulled her down onto his cock as it spewed another load of sperm deep into her. She came as she felt him spurting. "Ooooooooh fuck," she moaned and collapsed onto him.

After several minutes, Jennifer carefully stood and let hinm slip out of her wetly. She bent over to pick up her pants and he slapped her on the ass. "Hey, you know how to make refried beans?"

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.