les histoires de chrislebo

As you may recall, Master Jamister and I spent Wednesday afternoon studying math, then after dinner we cuddled on the couch while he told me the history of his magictic powers. That interlude ended quite abruptly, due to my Master's need (or desire -- they're the same to me) to fuck me, and as my ass is still recovering from yesterday, I had almost a whole second meal consisting entirely of his wonderful cum.

As I was cleaning up I found his note.

"Bitch --

"Meet me Friday at 8 PM at Richie's Tavern. Your name will be Bitz; if anyone asks, it's short for Elizabeth. Elizabeth is a good-looking single divorcee in her mid-30s. I will very displeased if nobody hits on you. Very displeased.

"I won't see you tomorrow. I'll be getting a blow job from somebody competent."

No signature. Bitch, Bitz, Bitch, Bitz. Cute. "Well-hung, dominant, and clever, too!" I thought. "Oops. Careful. As slave, I have no right to judge whether he's clever. I mustn't form opinions about anything he does, except math, where I have his express permission. It's axiomatic. What he does is right, and if there are several right answers then his is the best. If you're going to have a Master, you can't be second-guessing. What if I were to think he'd made a mistake? A conflict between logic and my Master's will, with me as the battlefield. I'd go mad in an endless recursion, like that renegade computer in Star Trek. Worse, I'd blurt it out like I've done, twice, already. I don't want to know, ever, what Phase Three punishment is like. No, I won't presume to understand. Master Jamister is right in all things. Logic's for math only."

How was I going to obey these commands? I knew nothing about dressing in drag. And it can't be silly, like "Some Like It Hot," because I must be convincing to horny, pool-shooting boys. As "Bitz." In less than 48 hours. I sat down to make a list. Dress. I'd need a dress, sort of dressy, but not too much -- Richie's is just a neighborhood tavern, not an upscale wine bar. Bra, with some way to fill it; will B cups be enough? Panty hose, shoes -- some heel, not stiletto. Makeup. Hairstyle. It's probably long enough, but how would a woman do my hair? Nail polish. Purse. Woman's watch.

In despair, I crumred up the list and threw it, somewhere. What in the hell was I thinking? The guys at Richie's aren't blind. Or stupid. I'm 5'10", 165 pounds. And I want to trick them into hitting on me? What am I going to do? More accurately, what's going to happen to me when I fail Friday night? Maybe he wants to dump me for Mr. or Ms. Thursday Night, and giving me an impossible task will be his excuse. No, he doesn't care about excuses. If he dumps me, he'll just stop showing up. If I shoot myself, he'll mention it casually to Mr. Thursday, but that's all. He's all about power, not remorse.

That was a dazzling, if irrelevant, insight. My Master is totally, totally self-absorbed with the idea of increasing his power! Maybe. If a worm such as myself can comprehend his thinking. I can't even comprehend my own thinking. How did I get so obsessed with a 19-year old boy's cock?

A searing pain shot through my head. It darted all over my brain, here, there, everywhere, until its charge wore down. Then it exited, through my eyes. On a scale of 1 to 10, where the pain of having your virgin ass buggered by three or four pounds of rigid, engorged cock is a 9 (I left 10 for later -- no telling what Master Jamister had planned for some future session), this lightning bolt in my brain was at least a 7. The generalized ache in my whole body was about a 4. Funny thing. Two weeks ago, I'd have given my body pains an 8 or 9. I wondered if the lightning bolt was a warning -- "Warning! You're about to cross the line into blasphemy and disloyalty. Warning!"

If the pain inflicted by my Master was excruciating, so was the pleasure. That is, whatever word is the pleasure equivalent of "excruciating." Being fucked in my virgin ass hurt, hurt like hell, but that explosion of sheer sexual bliss, maybe a half-pound of endorphins, offset the pain and then some. He was going to do it again, soon. He'd said every two or three days. The skin around my ass hole flinched, just at the thought. Even so, all things considered, I couldn't wait.

Treamister, heresy, disloyalty. I must get control of myself! I have no right to an opinion about anything my Master does. My purpose is to cater to his pleasure, as he commands, and to hope for crumbs in return. Drops, not crumbs. Drops of his delicious, life-enhancing cum.

I knew what I had to do. Wearily I got in the shower, and got dressed to go out. I was out of Advil, for one thing. More important, I had to go to my office, to do some intensive Web searching. (I have really fast Internet access at work, so I never saw the point in paying for service at home.) It was kind of obvious, once I cleared my mind of all those impious doubts about my Master. Lots of men dress as women. Many are convincing. Commerce will find a way to help, in exchange for cash -- it always does. Probably serious cash. So, I had a sort of a plan. Google -- what? -- maybe transvestite + accessories, see what turns up. Most important, find a store where I could buy what I need, tomorrow. That meant a four-hour drive to Metropolis, my impromptu pseudonym for our nearest big city. (Chicago? Minneapolis? My lips are sealed, except to admit portions of my Master.)

I sat at the computer, waiting for the long, tedious start-up routine, complete with every anti-virus program since Pasteur. As I sat, I thought of my need for a bit of good luck, which, now that I was thinking straight, was the only kind of luck I'd had for over a week, since Master Jamister first came to me with that silly story of his dream. His dream of becoming a woman! Of course! He wants me to become the woman in his dream, even if the whole thing was fiction! I closed my eyes, trying to recall her description. He said she looked at lot like Ms. Decolletage, from the front row of our calculus class. Ms. Decolletage has big tits -- C cups, for sure -- and a very big frame, for a woman. Of the few times I'd talked to her at all, she was standing only once -- she was about my height! Was she wearing heels at the time? I couldn't remember, but I thought not. And not thin, either. Not fat. Her curves curved in all the right directions. Just big. In fact, she was really sexy. She filled a plaid flannel shirt like nobody's business. At least, I'd thought so until just the other day. As I thought, I realized I'd seen routine paperwork about her -- the athletic department checking up on its team members. What team, though? I couldn't remember. Anyway, Dr. Bitch was probably broader and heavier than Ms. Decolletage, but with luck Ms. Bitz would be just her size. Maybe I could borrow some clothes.

My luck held, as it had held for over a week. Yes, there's a whole lot of stuff you can buy and put on, or stick on, to help yourself become a convincing transvestite. Spendy, but that was no surprise. Stick on boobs, pads for the hips, . . . not to mention the actual garments. I found the web site of a store in our Metropolis. It was 8:45 PM.

I called the number, and they were still open. Getting ready to close. Hours tomorrow 11:00 AM to 9:00 PM. I really, really needed their help, so I just told them the truth. Most of the truth.

"Listen, I'm really in a bind. I need your help. I've agreed to meet a my beau in a bar Friday night, and I have to be totally female. He wants straight, pool-playing guys to hit on me."

The clerk sighed. "I'm afraid, sir, that it's almost impossible. The clothes are no problem, it's the mannerisms. You have no idea how much differently women move and act than men."

"But it's imperative that I try. Can you help me?"

Another sigh. "All right, but you'll have to come to the shop."

"I'll be there, 11:00 sharp. You know, I've never met a man who's so demanding and, and. . . virile! I'll do just about anything to please him. You have to help me, you have to. This man makes me feel like I've never felt before. I don't want to make this all about money, but I'll certainly pay for your time, and everything else." I paused. "You have to help me, coach me into acting feminine. This could be true love."

Reading the words in black-and-white, you might think I was mincing like some bad imitation of what we used to call a queer, or fairy. Not so. I was pouring out my heart. I sounded desperate, because I felt desperate. Everything I said was true, except where I said I'd do "just about" anything to please my Master. Strike the "just about."

He unbent a little. "Sir, we work with two or three women who are experts in such coaching. I can arrange for one of them to be here tomorrow afternoon, but I'll have to guarantee payment. It won't be cheap. And that's just for her. On top of that, to really pull it off you'll have to have quite a lot of accessories and even equipment you've never heard of. Stuff you wouldn't need, if you had a woman's body." He gave a ballpark estimate of the total.

I almost gasped, but I'd had lots of practice recently in keeping such reactions silent. It was obvious he was padding the price to get a big gratuity for himself, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was pay, or fail, and I couldn't bear to think about the consequences of failing. Besides, the value of his services would be immense. So, what the hell, I figured. What's the use of a high credit limit if you never splurge?

He was still speaking. "You'll have to guarantee Mme Coach's fee, tonight, by credit card. Would you like to continue?"

I recovered. "Yes, very much." I told him my credit card information. "Also, I hate to impose, but I must get up early and drive from College Town tomorrow morning, and back here tomorrow night. If I tell you my basic measurements and certain requirements, will you have things ready when I arrive? In fact, can you open the store early for me? I'll meet you as early as you think necessary."

In an old Warner Brothers cartoon, you'd hear a 'ca-ching!' and his eyes would light up with dollar signs. I didn't hear the 'ca-ching!,' but his eyes might have done just that -- I couldn't see him. His answer was immediate.

"Yes, sir. Actually, yes ma'am. I can meet you here at 9:00, and have things laid out for you to try. Of course, I'll need your word that you'll buy what you need from us -- really, from me. I work on commission, you know."

"Yes, yes, I promise. I already promised you an extra fee for your time. If you'd rather fold it into your commission, that's your business."

"Very well, ma'am. I shall expect you at 9:00 AM tomorrow. Now, about your requirements?" I gave him my measurements, and described Ms. Decolletage, explaining that I was sure she was the model my beau wanted me to look like. He asked a lot of questions about minute measurements that I'd never thought of, ever, but apparently were important for properly fitting the transvestite appliances. After about 45 minutes total, we were about done.

"One more thing, ma'am. Shall we schedule you for a makeover -- you know, manicure, hairstyling, and such? As you can imagine, we know some very good artists in that line."

"Yes, yes, of course. But remember, I want to keep it simple. This is College Town, not Park Avenue. Please choose the stylist accordingly. Someone who can also explain to me how to do it myself Friday evening."

"My dear madame, I very much hope for your sake that you will be putting on your makeup more than just the once on Friday evening. No more questions? Then, good night, ma'am. Go to bed. You'll be very busy tomorrow. If you can fly, or persuade someone to drive you here and back, it would be wise."

"Thank you very much. I can't tell you how much. And thanks for your advice. Good night."

At nine, sharp, the next morning, I pulled up to a small boutique in a crummy strip mall. There was nothing sexy about it. In fact, they overdid the discreet bit -- a woman's boutique would have had much better windows. Anyway, I didn't need to knock. The clerk swung the door open. He looked nothing like what you're picturing. He looked like an insurance salesman, but in a high-quality, well-fitted suit, if you can imagine such a thing. As we shook hands, he told me his name. "Call me Bitz," I replied.

His eyebrows rose. "Excuse me?"

(Sigh. He'd probably heard, "Call me bitch.") "Bitz. B-I-T-Z. Short for 'Elizabeth.' 'Bitzi' is okay too, if you'd prefer."

"No, here we always call a customer what he wants to be called. Many men, like possibly yourself, need to practice their name, and get used to responding. Well, please come right this way, Ms. Bitz."

Even in the dim bar, I could see him blush, deep red. "Well --, well--, It's a d-- date," he stammered. He wasn't good-looking, but he was one cute kid. A little like Archie, of Archie Comics, but not a carrot-top. Dark hair, maybe even Mediterranean. Maybe I should rethink this Master/slave routine. Aggghh! The pain, the magic migraine, hit me again. Post-magictic suggestion?

He did the concerned-stranger act. That's not fair. He was concerned. He might really be the Eagle Scout he seemed. "Are you okay? Can I get you something?"

"Thanks, but no. Nothing helps. It goes away after a couple of seconds." Yeah, and as soon as I clear away those blasphemous thoughts. How was I supposed to flirt and be seductive if I got these zaps to the head every time?

"Well, okay, but if you need anything, I'm in the pool room."

"Thanks. What's your name?"

"Phil. Yours?"

"Bi-- Elizabeth. You can call me Betsy." What was getting into me? Half a glass of Chardonnay?

I didn't see Phil, or Master Jamister, for the next half-hour, but I did collect my quota of hit-ons, and then some. I got six, all told, including the ex-jock who blocked me off from the room, like a trap; the pair who were quite the comedy team, but neither one quite tried to close the sale; the pure takes who wanted me to promise him a dance "once the band got hot." I collected proof for Master; telephone numbers. No more head zaps, though. Nobody tempted me even a little. I did develop a little empathy for field anthropologists.

Wouldn't you know, at nine o'clock sharp, real time, not bar time, Master Jamister came in the door, and Phil came in from the pool room. How sweet! Phil had been watching the clock. He reached me a step ahead of Master. "Phil! Oh, what bad luck! My date just walked in the door -- an hour late." I tried, but couldn't voice the annoyance I felt. "Phil, Jamister, Jamister, Phil. I hope you weren't waiting for an old woman like me. You poor baby! Give me your phone number. Next time I'll give him only twenty minutes."

Phil looked at Jamister, as if wanting his permission, then pulled himself up straight and handed me a business card. "I know that's kind of pompous, but I don't have a pen," he said. "I'm usually there during business hours." I got only a hasty glance, and shoved into my purse. He was some kind of technician at one of the ag-chemical labs around town. There were several. Really I was memorizing his number. My luck was in, big time. Everybody in town has the same first two digits. His last five were 2-4816. Two, two squared, two cubed, two-fourth. Hey, I'm a mathematician, remember?

I memorized the number, of course, because I knew Jamister -- excuse me, Master Jamister -- would confibrowniee all my phone numbers. That was okay with me. I'd just wanted the proof that I had the right stuff for a good pick-up.

Phil smiled, said good night, turned away. He did not slink or slump. He'd had bad luck, or so he thought, but wasn't discouraged. Some girl ought to get hold of that boy and hang on.

"Hiya, Bitz, sorry I'm late." He didn't look sorry. He looked stoned.

I leaned to his ear. "Of course it's perfectly okay, Master. You always arrive at the best time, which is the time you arrive. Besides, do you have any more of that smoke?"

"What if I do? I wouldn't waste it on a cunt like you."

Wham! No longer the self-assured barroom flirt, back to the abject slave of this erratic Master. "Yes, Master," I whispered. "I am very sorry. It's just that I've been flirting with all these boys for over an hour, and forgot how to talk to a real Man."

"Flirting? What do you mean?"

"Your command, in your note, was to be flirtatious." I fished it out of my purse. "'I will very displeased if nobody hits on you. Very displeased.' At least six -- males -- hit on me. I have their phone numbers to prove it. By the way, did you have a nice blow job yesterday?"

"Shut up, Bitch." Not 'Bitz.' He pulled the stack of phone numbers from my manicured fingers.

I straightened up to conversing distance. "How do you like my makeover, Jamister?" I shouted over the band, tuning up. "I spent the whole day yesterday getting a primo job done, just for you."

"You look okay. Almost attractive. C'mon, let's get out of here. It's too loud."

"Yes, Master. But I don't have a coat. Is your car warm?"

He leaned to my ear and hissed. "Why in fuck's name should I care if you're cold? You have a job to do, Bitch, and if you don't want to do it in your car, you can do it right here."

"Whatever you desire, Master," I murmured, tears welling up. "My car is right outside."

As we left, some guys were coming in. Apparently a couple of them knew Jamister. "Nice," I heard one say. "Way to go Jase!" Was I in some old Bill Murray movie?

Once we got into the car, Jamister realized that he didn't want to be waving his member around in the cold, even if it was a warm night for January. "My place, then?" I smiled.

"Where else, you stupid cunt?"

This was getting old. And thinking that it was getting old was brand new. Something had happened, yesterday or today, to loosen Master Jamister's post-magictic hold. The hectic fun I'd had yesterday, with my one-day crash sex change; teaching this morning (Jamister cut class), feeling so sisterly toward Ms. Decolletage? Phil? Those other bozos?

I almost had to pinch my leg to remind myself -- I've never understood any of the magicsis, post-magicsis, deep-magicsis, quasi-magicsis, any of it. So how could I possibly understand the anti-magicsis? The important thing was to decide what to do.

For the next hour or so, that was easy. Hypnotized or not, I was crazy for that boy's cum. I'd take it on whatever terms it was offered, unless his Phase Three was absolutely unbearable. If I had a gun I'd **** him for it. The image was funny. "Let me suck your dick or I'll shoot you." Should I do it as Betsy, or my alter ego, the math
teacher
?

Betsy. I could get used to that. Sweet, wholesome, just the thing for a 42 year-old cross-dresser having a very unethical affair with a student.

As usual, Jamister -- the word 'Master' was fading away -- sat still and said nothing. I didn't ask, I just reached over and squeezed his thigh. He grabbed my wrist, then looked at me and slowly let go. "You're coming out of it, aren't you?" he asked.

Deep breath. "Damn straight, Junior. No more of this degradation, no more threats, no more boasting about driving that poor man to suicide, if it's even true. You'll get an "A" in my class, but you'll have to earn it like the other kids. But let's keep everything else. The blow jobs, pulling my hair, jacking off all over my face, I love it! And I'm totally spoiled, now. Where am I going to find another cock just the right size for the tunnel you drilled through my ass? You don't have to be the comic-book dominator. Just be the man. Just be My Man. Not my Master. My Man."

We were just reaching the block where I'd kissed him for the first time Sunday night, after picking him up from Richie's. I pulled over in the same spot, swung my left leg over him so I straddled his beautiful body, took his face in my hands and kissed him, deeply. He resisted, then decided to go with the flow.

I'd had fucks, back in my womanizing days, that weren't as satisfying as that kiss. Never again.

So, dear reader, you can figure out the rest for yourself. I sucked his cock nearly off, and almost drowned in the fountain of cum, and he didn't say anything mean. He said stuff like, "you're fabulous," and "Yeah! Yeah! Right there!," you know -- traditional blow job stuff. He didn't even pull my hair, which I kinda missed, but I do have that new 'do.

And now, we're just waiting for that 19-year old cock to recover its full powers. I kiss it now and then to help it along. It won't be long (actually, it will be long -- eight inches).

I'll call Phil sometime, buy him lunch, level with him about Betsy and the math professor. Betsy's sticking with her man, but Betsy and the professor would both like to be his friend.

Gotta go, and see a Man about a drill.

The men did as they were told and tied her face down to the low coffee table.
She had no will left in her to try to fight them. Once tied, her tits were smashed into the table and her big butt stuck
up in the air. An old guy with a beard came out of the kitchen with some vegetable oil and squirted it on her ass.
They all watched as it ran down her ass crack and dripped on the carpet. The guy with the video camera set up his
position on a tripod about a foot from her face and gave Aron a thumbs up sign. One of the young guys must of won the draw, because he knelt behind her, grabbed her pony tail and pulled her head back and tried to kiss her while he tried to line his cock up with her tight hole. Once he got the head of his cock in her rectum, he rammed her ass with
a single vulgar thrust! The video became a split screen. One side had a close up of her face as she grimaced in pain,
and the other showed a close up of her virgin asshole being reamed from behind, with a dark hard cock sliding in and out of it. Aron announced that everyone who was present would have the pleasure of fucking the married cow whore
in her big fat virgin ass. The men cheered at his remark. He then told the horny crowd, “You guys have the option of shooting your sperm in the married whores ass, or she may have the privilege of takeing your sperm directly from your cock, just shove it in the whores mouth, and she will gladly swallow your sperm”.
“And to make sure nobody has to go home with their cock smelling like the married whores ass, she will gladly offer clean up service with her slutty mouth and tongue”! They all laughed and high fived each other after his comment.
It only took the young guy who was buried in her ass about five minutes to cum. He pulled out and went around to her face, and again grabbed her hair by the ponytail and pushed his cock which was coated with her ass into her mouth. She opened wide as he shoved half his cock down her throat. He asked her how she liked the taste of her ass, Andie could only groan. As he was doing this another older guy, who was grossly fat and had a short fat cock to match, was attempting to get his cock into her ass. His cock was almost the thickness of a beer can, and he pulled her asscheek apart as wide as he could. One of the guys shot some oil on her ass and he pushed forward. Andie cried and screamed as his thick cock pushed through her tight anal ring. Once he had the head in her kept pushing until he was buried to the balls. He then proceeded to fuck her ass hard for about ten minutes, sweating like a pig the whole time. When he pulled out, he quickly went around to her face and started jerking his cock until it spewed cum on her face.
Several shots hit her in the eyes and forehead, it then dribred down her face. He pushed his fat dark cock between
her lips for clean up, and the camera showed how her mouth was stretched obscenely wide to accommodate his fat log! Anew guy had already started fucking her ass again, and it went on and on for another hour or so. By the time the last guy shot a load up her ass, her asshole was gaping open. Aron stuck his hard cock in Andies face and made her blow him for a good ten minutes until he was ready to cum, he then jerked his cock off in her face, spewing his load on her eyes and forehead. Just as he dribred the last drop of cum off his cock the doorbell rang, and a tall thin older man came in dressed in a dark suit with a large tan colored dog on a leash. It looked like a Great Dane, but I’m not a dog expert. The dog was one of the biggest dogs I’ve ever seen! The man immediately led him over to Andie, still tied down
to the table, and the dog started sniffing her ass. Andie started to scream, but an old guy with a turban stuffed a rag
in her mouth and put duct tape over it. The men all sat down around the room, knowing this would be the show of
all shows. Another man brought out a large full length mirror and placed it a couple of feet in front of Andies face
so she could see the dog behind her that was going to be fucking her. The look of panic on her face was extreme.
The dogs cock started hanging down, and it was long and red and wet looking! The suited man knelt down
and he pulled out a can of some cream and smeared it up and down her asscrack.
Then he grabbed the dogs cock and lined it up with Andies battered asshole. The dog was excited and panting as he pushed the tip of his red cock into my wife's ass! Aron stated that, “She will now be our willing slave for anything and
everything we ever want to do to her, or else her friends and family would be sent a clip of her new movie, fucking a dog”. Andie cried and screamed through the gag as the dog continued to push his massive cock into her reamed out ass.
The men were all laughing and commenting, in their native language. I could only imagine what they were saying.
I didn't have to wait long, as several of them started making comments in English, probably for the benefit of the video. They called her a worthless white whore who came hard when she was fucked by dog cock. A married cum slut that needed a big red dog cock to satisfy her. A stupid American whore who was not worthy of any Sri Lanka man.
The dog pounded her ass for a good ten minutes. Then they decided that the dog should cum in her mouth!
Aron stated that even though she probably gave great blowjobs, she was not worthy enough to suck their Sri Lanka cocks, but they would allow the American her to suck the dogs cock! Her mouth would be the best place to deposit the dogs cum! The suited man reached down and pulled the dog off her enough for it’s cock to plop out of her ass. He then brought the dog around and lined the dogs cock up with her mouth. He grabbed her hair twisted her face up and told her to wrap her lips around the dogs cock and make him cum in her whore mouth.

The dog stood completely still as she reluctantly opened her mouth and the dogs red cock started to disappeared into her mouth! The camera had an extreme close up of her face as the dogs cock was buried half way down her throat.
She sucked on the dogs cock for several minutes before the doggy cum started pouring out of the sides of her mouth! The dog handler slapped her ass hard and demanded she swallow his cum! I watched as she gulped mouthful after mouthful of dog cum! I realized my wife was now the lowest slut on the planet as she swallowed what must have been a pint of dog cum!

Aron asked her how she liked takeing doggy cum, and if she would be the main entertainment at the next party?
She could only moan in despair as Aron laughed and assured her, she would be at the next party, or else.
I would have to wait to see the next tape...

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My wife, now his whore


I’ve been happily married for nine years to a voluptuous 32 year old Italian girl. We have two small youngren.

Amanda has incredibly smooth olive skin and big soft tits that are fairly firm for their size. She also has a full round butt! Her lips are soft and full, and her brown bedroom eyes will give anyone a instant hard on!

I was surfing the web one day when I came across a surveillance camera built into a teddy bear. I had no reamister to suspect anything, but I thought it would be great to see what happens in the house during the day while I’m at work. I put the teddy bear up on a bookshelf that overlooked the family room.

After a few weeks of watching the kids run around, I noticed something interesting when the lawn mower guys showed up in the morning. She took three cans of Pepsi out to the guys. There was one tall black guy and two Mexicans. After they mowed, the tall black guy came in the house. I could hear him telling her that she had a sprinkler that was cracked and should be repaired. She asked how much, and he said it would be less than $75.00 including parts. He told her he would have to come back later that day after they finished their rounds, to fix it.

I remember her calling me and telling me the quote. I said having anything fixed for under a hundred is a deal, and to go ahead and get it done.

Watching the video, I noticed that our kids were gone, they were at grandmas that day until dinner.

A few minutes later the black guy came into the house with no shirt on and dripping sweat. He told Amanda that the sprinkler was fixed, and asked for a take. I saw that Amanda now had make up on, had her hair in a ponytail and was wearing a low cut white sundress that showed her tan and her cleavage. I started to worry.

The black guy, who I later discovered was named Tyler, but was nicknamed Holmes by the Mexicans.

Tyler asked if she had any beer, and she gave him one of mine! He told her she should have one as well, and my wife who never takes beer agreed! After three more beers my wife and him were getting along way too well.

My wife said that she would go get the checkbook and left the room for a few moments. When she came back in, Tyler walked over to her and kissed her on the lips! I could see the look of shock on her face and he quickly took her hand and placed it on his bulging shorts. Tyler suggested they could do a trade out instead!

My wife had a look of lust on her face I’ll never forget, she stammered that her husband would not approve,

(really, no kidding), but she continued to stroke the front of his shorts as she voiced her objections.

Tyler kissed her again and then pulled his shorts down. His cock was hanging down like a long black snake.

He was now completely nude except for his shoes. My proper wife of nine years was stoking his now exposed cock like it was her favorite toy. Tyler pulled her dress up over her head and her big tits were now exposed to his view. She was essentially naked, except for her thong. He pinched her nipples and mauled her big tits while telling her she was going to be his new sex toy. Amanda was moaning like I’ve never heard before. She reached down with her other hand and cupped his balls as she slowly sank to her knees. She wrapped her lips around his swollen purple cockhead and Tyler told her a good girl should worship his cock and take his cum. He asked if she wanted to experience his magic pole in her pussy. I could see Amanda's thong was soaking wet.

His cock was long and thick and hard as granite, his cock was as big as anything I’ve seen in a porno.

Amanda licked up and down his shaft like a woman possessed. Amanda ran her tongue over his massive mushroom cockhead while she massaged his heavy balls with her free hand.

He started telling her how she would worship his cock from now on, and she would do whatever he wanted, once he fucked her with it. Amanda moaned and told him she wanted him to fuck her now, because her pussy was on fire! Tyler told her lay down on the couch and he would make her his permisteral whore. Amanda laid down and spread her legs for him and rubbed her clit as she begged him to put it in her! “You know you still have to take my cum like a good slave” “I’ll do whatever you want if you’ll just fuck me please” Tyler got on top of her and started to inch his massive black rod into her wet hole. Amanda leaned up and licked the sweat off his chest as he pushed his pole further in. “Oh God!, I love your cock” Amanda was already responding like a whore in heat! Tyler pushed his cock all the way in and Amanda let out a scream, a scream of pleasure I’ve never heard. As he pulled it out she started telling him how he could fuck her anytime he wanted. He told her that depended on how well she followed his orders. As he pounded her pussy harder, she promised she would do anything he wanted. “Anything? he asked” “I’ll do anything, just please keep your cock in me” Tyler laughed. “I’m going to hold you to that baby” Tyler fucked her for about 20 minutes and then pulled his cock out and straddled her chest as he put the head of his cock up against her lips. “Open up and take my cum like a good whore baby” Amanda obediently opened her mouth and he pushed the fat mushroom head in as he started to cum in my wife's mouth. “That’s it, swallow my seed” I could see she was willingly swallowing his load. He then made her lick and suck his cock clean. Hell, she won’t even take my cum when I get my semi annual blowjob! There was little doubt that my wife was now his new sex toy. I could only watch in awe and disbelief.

He told her he had to go back to work but would come by again next Thursday. She begged for him to come back sooner. He told her he would make her wait worth wild.

The next few weeks were basically a repeat of the first day. I also decided to add two better cameras.

On the about the fifth week, Tyler showed up at the same time, but this time he had a friend with him.

He also had a brown bag with him. The new guy was a late 40’s something black guy, he was mostly bald and had a giant gut. I would say he was not an attractive man by anyone's standard. He was in fact, fairly ugly.

Amanda looked perplexed as Tyler introduced his friend as his uncle Frank.

Tyler told Amanda that he brought uncle Frank to show him his beautiful married white sex slave. He took his

uncle over to a picture of my wife and I and our two kids and told his uncle, “This is the my sex slaves family” “Her hubby doesn’t know she has a thing for big black cocks” His uncle laughed and they both went and sat on

the couch. I could see Amanda was nervous about his uncle being there. Tyler suggested they have a take and went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of green cuckold water and some OJ out of his brown bag. He mixed some takes and they all sat awkwardly looking at each other for several minutes. Finally Tyler told Amanda to model her black bustier for uncle Frank. Amanda said she would only wear that in front of him, and that her husband had not even seen it. Tyler said that she should do what he told her or he would leave and not come back. Amanda looked at him with pleading in her eyes, but Tyler gave her a do it or else look. Uncle Frank had a smirk on his face as Amanda stood up and left the room. A couple of minutes later, Amanda walked back in the family room in black garters and heels, a tiny thong panty and the little black bustier. Her tits were pushed up and almost falling out of the top. Frank let out a low whistle as Tyler told her to do a little dance for them. Amanda hesitated for a minute, and then quickly downed her take and started to dance slowly and seductively in front of the two leering men.

Tyler suggested that Amanda lose the bustier, so uncle Frank could see her magnificent tits.

After she removed the bustier, her big white tits were on full display for the two drooling men.

I could see Amanda’s reluctance as Tyler told her to stick her hand in her thong and finger herself.

After a few minutes of rubbing her own pussy, “Oh, yeah, those are some nice titties man”

Uncle Frank seemed pleased that his nephew was sharing my wife with him. Uncle Frank grabbed my wife and pulled her down onto his lap and started to maul her tits. Amanda protested, but to no avail. Then Frank started fingering my wife with one hand and was pinching her nipple with his other hand. Tyler told Frank that he should go ahead and make her happy! Amanda began to moan and whimper as Frank continued to finger her. Frank stood up and took off his shirt and then dropped his pants. He was even more obese naked. He started stroking his cock and I could see that it was not quite as long as Tyler's, but it was very black and very thick. It reminded me of those Hickory Farms sausage sticks everyone buys during the holidays. He told Amanda to lay down on the couch and spread her lips for him. Amanda looked at Tyler who just nodded at her. Amanda laid down and pulled her cunt lips open as Frank knelt down above her and lined up his thick pole with my wife's dripping pussy,

I could see Tyler give uncle frank a thumbs up sign. They had planned this well. Uncle Frank pushed his pole in with one quick thrust, and Amanda grunted like she did when she was giving birth. Frank vulgarly fucked his stiff rod in and out of my wife's wet hole. He pushed her legs up above her head as his fat gut slapped her legs.

Frank started talking to Tyler while he was a***ing my wife. “Oh man, this is one sweet ass whore you have here my boy” “ I want to shoot my cum down her cock loving throat” “I think we should invite Ted over for some of this” The remarks continued as he fucked her senseless. My wife started behaving like a whore in heat, telling Frank how much she loved his thick black cock. Frank said that he was going to cum, and Amanda needed to take his cum! He pulled his cock out of her wet hole and told her to open up and suck the juice out of his cock. Amanda

wrapped her lips around his slime coated cock and Frank took her right hand and put it on his cock and made her start stroking his cock while he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock deeper down her throat.

“ Yeah, that’s it baby, you gonna take uncle Franks cum like a good slut”. Frank pulled his cock out of Amanda's mouth and powerd her head down lower and ordered her to lick his hairy balls. My wife was continually being verbally degraded by Frank as she licked his fat black balls. Suddenly, Frank turned around, and Tyler grabbed Amanda by the head and powerd her face into Franks giant hairy asscrack. “Yeah, lick his smelly ass whore”. Amanda struggled to pulled her head back, but Tyler kept her face pushed into Franks ass. “French his asshole my little slut, or no more Tyler cock for you” Frank reached back with both hands and spread his cheeks apart as Tyler pushed her face deeper into Frank's asscrack. I could see Amanda's tongue sticking out of her mouth as Tyler moved her head up and down Franks crack. “You like the taste of ass, don’t ya baby?”

Amanda could only grunt as her face was buried in Franks ass for several minutes. Then, suddenly, Frank spun around and stuck his cock back in Amanda's mouth as he jerked it furiously. Seconds later he pulled it back out,

and his engorged cock started spewing ropy strands of cum on Amanda's face. The first blast hit her in the eye, and the next two hit her forehead, then Frank powerd his cock back into her mouth. “You need to taste uncle Franks cum, you whore!” I could see Amanda trying desperately to swallow his load. After he finished cumming in her mouth, he pulled his wet cock out and slapped her face with it. “Lick it clean, cum slut!” Amanda ran her tongue up and down his shiny black shaft. “I’ll need a beer and a piss, then I want to fuck her tight white married ass”

Frank bellowed, as he headed for the fridge.

Tyler walked over to Amanda with his half hard cock in his hand and made her start sucking him off.

After several minutes of Amanda worshipping Tyler's cock with her tongue, he bent her over the arm of the couch and slapped her ass. He pushed his black fuck stick into her sopping wet hole and then proceeded to fuck her with a vengeance! Frank watched from the kitchen as Tyler vulgarly slammed his cock into Amanda.

I could see Frank was talking and laughing on his cell phone while he was takeing my beer.

Tyler told Amanda that him and Frank were going to bring their nephew and his friend over next time and let them have their way with her. Amanda groaned as Tyler reached around and squeezed her tits hard to make his point!

Tyler’s asscheeks clenched up and I could tell he was depositing a load of cum into my wife!

After a few more hard plunges, he pulled his wet cock out of her cunt and Amanda turned around and cleaned him off. Frank and Tyler got dressed and left.

Two weeks went by with no visits, but on the third week Tyler showed up with Frank and three teenagers.

They all came in and made themselves at home. Tyler told Amanda to go put on her husbands white dress shirt and some high heels. 10 minutes later Amanda walked out in my white dress shirt with nothing more on than a g string and some high heels. Amanda looked sheepish and nervous, but the boys all whistled and stared as she walked around in front of them. They looked like a pack of hungry dogs sitting on the couch with their tongues hanging out.

Tyler told Amanda to pick one and go show him a what a married white pussy is like.

Amanda walked over to the shortest one who looked like he was 16 and motioned for him to follow her.

During the next hour, she took each one of the boys back to our room and did them individually. I didn’t have any cameras anywhere else in the house, so I could not watch the sexual escapades.

After she did all the boys, Tyler took Amanda to the back room too, and fucked her for what seemed like 30 minutes.

When they came back into the living room Frank had a camcorder on a tripod and was filming.

Tyler told Amanda to go ahead and strip, and play with herself while they watched. Amanda looked at Tyler like this had gone to far, but Tyler just laughed and said, “Come on baby, you have see yourself on video at least once in your life” They all watched mesmerized as Amanda sat on the couch and played with herself.

Her white tits were covered in bite marks, so I assumed the boys had sunk their teeth into her while they fucked her.

Amanda rubbed her pussy and pinched her nipple as the group gawked at my horny wife.

Frank was filming Amanda, and rubbing his crotch at the same time when he said, “Hey Tyler, take this camcorder

and film me sticking my cock in her mouth, I’m ready to bust a nut man” “Damn, she sucks cock like a woman

possessed” After a few minutes uncle Frank grabbed her head and started cussing! “Oh yeah, suck down my juice baby” Amanda fetishd as she tried to swallow uncle Franks load. Frank pulled his pants up and took over the

camcorder again. Tyler told Ted, his nephew, to go ahead and try out her mouth. He didn’t need to be told twice. Ted didn’t even bother to take his clothes off, he walked over to Amanda and unzipped his pants and stuck his half hard cock in Amanda's mouth. It was long and thin and black as coal, it started to harden as she sucked on it like a two dollar whore. It was quite a scene! My wife was naked, sucking off a teenage boy, while an older fat black guy filmed it, and three others watched! After Ted came in her mouth the other two boys followed suit, Tyler told the boys to take off. My wife had fucked and sucked everyone in the room. After the boys left, Tyler had Frank point the camcorder at the couch and then Frank laid down on his back as they lowered Amanda onto his cock while Tyler made her suck him off. They switched positions twice, and then Tyler grabbed the camcorder off the tripod and told Frank to blow his load on her face so he could get a good shot of it. Frank made Amanda lick his balls as he stroked his cock over her face. Tyler moved in closer with the camcorder, as Frank groaned that he was going to hose the slut down. Franks giant cock started spewing cum, and the first shots hit Amanda in the eyes and covered her nose and forehead. He continued to drip cum on her face until Tyler told him to take over the camcorder and film his cumshot.

Tyler kept his cock a few inches above her cum covered face as he stroked himself. Within seconds cum blasted out of his cock and rained down on Amanda’s face! His cock was rock hard as kept cumming and cumming on my wife's face. When he finally stopped cumming, Frank moved in for close ups of my wife's face covered in their cum.

Then they shut off the camcorder, and abruptly dressed and left. I didn’t see any more action for a few weeks.

Then Tyler started showing up about twice a week with a different guy in tow. They would each have a turn at my wife individually, and then double team her, one getting sucked while the other one fucked her. I can only guess that he was using my wife as a paid whore, because I rarely saw him bring the same guy twice.

I also noticed that things to seemed to progressively get kinkier and kinkier. A couple of times Tyler fucked Amanda in the ass, then soon after that, the other guys were doing it to her as well. One time he brought four muscular,

athletic looking black guys who used my wife for over two hours. They double teamed her, one in the ass, one in her cunt. Made her lick their assholes, one guy even put clothespins on her nipples. After fucking all her holes, they made her lay on the floor naked with only high heels on and masturbate for them while they stood over her in a circle and jerked their cocks until they came all over her face and tits. They sat around and laughed while Tyler told my wife to scoop the cum off her face and tits and eat it for them. Tyler looked pleased, as he had taped the whole scene.

He didn’t fuck Amanda while the four guys were there, but he came back later that day by himself and fucked her. By now it was obvious that my wife was his permisteral whore. Last week my wife told me she wanted to go to Vegas for the weekend with one of her friends. I’m pretty sure though that she’s sneaking off to spend the weekend with Tyler, and not her friend Lisa, like she told me. Guess I’ll have to get used to my wife being someone else's whore.

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My Wife Rose and the Stray Dog


This is what happened to me not so long ago with a stray dog.
I was on the Internet reading stories from white shadow and was slowly getting turned on, I removed my knickers and was finger fucking myself, then started thinking of Max my Doberman dog that died last Christmas. When I decided to get a take, as my mouth was dry thinking of all the fun times we had. I looked in the cupboard for a coke; there was none, so off I went to the off-licence, at the bottom of my street next to the park.
As I was walking down there was a Great Dane that keeped trying to push his noise up my skirt and sniffing me, and I could feel him trying to lick my pussy. That's when I realised I had no knickers on feeling his tongue touch my pussy. So there I was pushing him away and closing the door of the off-licence, he was still there when I came out and followed me in the park, were I try and get away from him.
I tried to hide in the bushes from him, and the next thing I know was when I felt him licking my pussy from behind where I was hiding from him. He had is noise right between my bum cheeks, as I was just stood there slightly bent over looking out for him. It felt nice and there was no one around so I turned around to him and looked at this big dog. There were people over the other side of the park, and it was only early in the evening 8:30pm so I got in deeper into the bushes where we could not be seen.
So there I was no knickers, knee length skirt and a T-shirt. This big dog pushing his noise, underneath my skirt and will not stop trying to lick my pussy. I was slightly bent over hands on my knees. The dog was making me orgasm and weak at the knee's, so I got on my hands and knees and was letting him lick my pussy and asshole, its was great and better then reading about it.
I had no intention of letting him mount me in the public park, but he had his own ideas and he tried to mount me. This then had my mind racing with the idea of a stray dog hung like a horse wanting to fuck me. I did not have a chance to think anymore because it was too late he had found my pussy and was ramming his huge cock deep into my wet pussy.
He was ramming it in as hard and fast as he could, I was cumming again and again, this must of lasted for 20 minutes or more. I must of come about 10 times and was cumming like a waterfall, even before he came in me. I was getting sore with him ramming his cock so hard up my pussy and his knot pushing in and out of me.
Then I was on fire when his knot tied with me and he started to cum and cum, there was bucket of his semen guessing out like a waterfall. I was trying to get up off the floor and pull his knot out, I found I was tied with him, his knot felt like a softball and much bigger then my Doberman, because when I wanted his knot out of me I could get it out.
The next thing I knew was someone pissing nearby when the dog started barking, I could have died when this black guy from my street walked in with us, his eyes were popping out of his head. He walked around me and said, "you fucking hot bitch I want some of this". Then he walked around to face me with the biggest black cock I had seen "suck on this Dog fucker"
I had never been unfaithful on my husband before, but had no choice but to suck him off. I sucked him till he came and then he helped me with the dog. The dog came out with a pop and dog semen was everywhere. Then the black guy was trying to get me to fuck with him but I said I have to go and off like a shot home. I never saw the dog after that or the black guy.
THEN
On Thursday evening when my husband went to darts, I was stand at the front door, when this black guy from the other night stopped. Hi my name is Alan just in case you would like to know. I was so embarrassed standing there in my black miniskirt, black fishnet stockings and black high heels. So he stopped and started talking to me in a sarcastic way.
The neighbours were out looking over at me and talking, so I told him to go away. He said "only if you come to my flat within the next 10 to 15 minutes, I agreed just to get rid of him.
Then that when it donned on me that I would have to go or he might tell people in the neighbourhood what I was doing the other night. I waited till the neighbour wasn't looking, and then walked down the back ally to the back of the flat where he lived.
My nipples were visible through my top. I was still wearing my tight black miniskirt, and black fishnet stockings. My skirt was too short to cover much. I knocked on the front door shaking like a leaf.
A white guy answered the door with Alan behind him, he told me to come in to the flat, I quickly went in before someone seen me but was thinking there two of then what's he playing at. After I got in the living room, I saw two black guys sitting on the sofa. The white guy asked Alan "Is this the girl you told us about?" I could of die there and then.
Alan said, "Yes! Isn't she Hot or what?"
He said, "Yeah, she is beautiful!" The white guy was about 6 feet tall and had brown hair. "I'm Mark. He is John," as Mark pointed to a black guy.
What's your name?" a huge black guy about 6 foot 5" asked me.
I relied, "I'm Rose. Now what going on here"? The guys just laughed.
They drank some beer and smoked pot. Mark suddenly pulled videotape out and put it in the VCR. He said "I've got this in mind for you, and put a hardcore porn movie in the VCR and pushed play.
I was so embarrassed when I saw Two black guys fuck a white girl, one in her pussy and the other one fucking her asshole on the screen. I closed my eyes and only heard moaning and crying out in lust from the screen. So I sat on a chair by myself and I opened my eyes and saw Mark sitting between my legs just looking at my pussy jerking off with his 9 inch cock and John was sitting with a 10 inch black cock in his hand. Alan was sitting opposite me, holding his ten inch black cock in his hand wanking it.
Alan was getting excited. I was watching Mark's cock while John was licking and sucking my breasts. I was so horny I touched his black cock and put it in my month through I tried not to chock on it, Alan came over trying to put his cock into my mouth also. Alan said, "You love black cock, don't you?"
The screen was showing this white girl about to take the biggest black cock I had ever seen and the cocks were huge just inch from enter her tight pussy.
Alan said, "My lovely Dog fucker. You're the prettiest and sexiest girl I've ever seen. Suck my cock and fulfil my dreams."
Then Alan extended his left hand and started playing with my nipples. I saw John fucking me doggie style in the mirror while I gave a hand job to Mark. Then I opened my mouth and took in as much as Alan's black cock as I could.
Am I dreaming? This lovely Dog fucker is sucking my cock! Put your legs on each arm of the chair. I want to see your pussy get rammed."
Then I said "someone Please eat me" Alan complied and knelt between my thighs, opening my pussy with two hands. He pushed 1 then 2 and three fingers inside my pussy. Alan put a finger into my asshole. I was wet and tight. Alan said, "You are so tight. Like a virgin. Have you ever had anal sex"
I said, "I've only let one permister fuck my asshole. My husband and no one else, "My asshole is almost unused!"
Then Alan took me over to the coffee table and bent me over doggie style. Alan asked me, "Can I fuck your asshole? You will be the first girl I ever fucked in the ass."
I said, "Yes as I was getting turned on so much. "Fuck me!"
Then Alan slowly pushed his 10-inch cock into my asshole.
"Please fuck me slowly! You are so big!"
Alan pushed all his 10-inch cock deep into me with no mercy.
I felt my asshole almost too painfully full and Alan's black cock was deep inside me.
He increasing his fucking and started to ram my asshole.
I moaned, "I love your black cock. You fuck me so good."
Alan asked me "Am I better than your husband? I can bet he has not got a cock this big.
I relied, "Yeah! You are a much better lover. Fuck me harder!"
Alan said, "I can't hold back any more! I'm going to cum inside you! Do you want me to cum inside you?
"Yes! Cum inside my fucked asshole"
Alan shot his load deep inside me. When Alan pulled out from me, Mark and John had already finished coming in my face watching my performance.
Mark and John both had hard one's again. John lay on the coffee table and asked me to sit on his black cock.
John said "Mark! Let's make her a Sex Sandwich!" I took in most of his dick and bent over his body to expose my asshole to Mark.
Mark put his cock in my asshole.
Alan said, "How good it looked, to watch a black and white cock fucking together like that. Alan came over and offered his dick for me to suck. They all came on or inside of me at the same time.
I was covered with white gooey cum and lay on the coffee table with my stocking thighs wide open, cum oozing out of her ass and cunt. Alan said, "I want to bring you a special guest."
He went out for a minute and brought back the stray dog from the other night. Mark said, "We want to see some natural action. We found him in the park last night." John pulled the dog over to my cunt said, "Boy! Lick her! Taste this juicy pussy!"
I spread my cunt lips to let the dog lick me. I said, "This dog really knows how to eat cunt. I am going to cum!" as my body orgasm. Alan helped the dog mount me in the missionary style. All three guys sat on the floor to watch the dog fuck me hard and fast. I held the red pointed cock in place."
Do you want to see the dog fuck my wet pussy?"
"Yes we'd love to!"
The dog did the rest, fucking his long hard tool into my wet pussy. The dog fucked me like there was no tomorrow. I wrapped my legs around the dog back and tried to push the dog even deeper. I held the dog's neck said, "Fuck Me! I'm your bitch. Fuck me please!"
I can feel his pointed cock penetrate my womb! Oh! He pushed his knot inside my cunt!"
I again came hard. My cunt held the dog's cock and the dog shot all his sperm into my womb. After ten minutes the dog dismounted me. I said, "You guys, please fuck me one more time. I want to have your human sperm with the doggie sperm inside my womb. They fucked me and came inside my pussy one at a time.
Then Alan said " I want doggie sperm and human sperm in your asshole too". So the last to fuck me was the stray dog and he fucked my asshole hard and fast, the knot was very painful when he rammed it in me all the way. after all the attention its had tonight my asshole was very sore for days afterwards.
I did not want to see those guys after the orgy because I had to face my husband and prepare for sex with him. After, I discovered it was to be a weekly orgy or the neighbours would find out what I am (a dog fucker) I had no choice.
"What shall I do?"

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blackmailed hubby



My name is Richard and I work for a large brokerage firm in Atlanta, Georgia. I am the chief financial officer and make very good money. No matter what they paid me, I would still be in debt. I have a bad habit. I gamble. I not only gamble. I lose. I should have been putting money away for retirement, but we are in debt up to our eyes. I have been working here for the last 10 years and am a very trusted employee. Thank God, I had enough sense to put the house and car in my wife's name. A little about me. I am 46, 5' 10" and about 180. I consider myself in pretty good shape.

I place my bets with a black employee, named Ron, who works in the accounting department. He makes me look small in size. He is 6' 3", about my age, and would weigh in at 240. He looks like all muscle. I have been dreading the day he asks me to pay up. He has been letting my bets slide, and now I'm into him for about 50,000. I don't even like to think about what he will do, when he gets tired of covering my losses. His bosses want their money now, not tomorrow. I cannot figure out why he pays my losses.

The only time, he was ever in my office, was last week. I placed a bet, and last night, my team lost. The debt is now up to 60,000. There was a strange thing happened, when he saw the picture of my wife. I always have her picture on the desk. I know he was going to give me a time limit on what I owe, but when he saw her photo, he seemed to change his mind. He never said anything about her. He just got a funny look in his eyes.

My wife Linda is the area co-ordinater for the anti-abortion league. She mostly arranges demonstrations at abortion clinics, and doctor’s homes. Actually, her group is a pain in the ass. She is 100% against abortion, in any shape, form, or fashion. She is 35, 5' 2" and petite. She was a beauty pageant winner while in college. She still has her good looks and is sexy as hell. She is temporarily out of a job. They closed the last abortion clinic in this area, and she is awaiting them to assign her another place. Even though, she would work away from home, the job allows her to take time off. We have been separated before, and never had a problem. I trust her completely. Believe it, or not, she was a virgin when we got married. I am the only man she has ever been with, though many have tried.

It was after 4pm, on a Friday afternoon. My secretary had left for the day. All of a sudden the door burst open, and there stood Ron. Oh My God, I thought, here it comes! Now what do I do? I don’t have his money, and no way of getting it.

He never said a word, until he had walked over, grabbed me around the neck and jerked me over my desk. My face was about six inches from his nose.

“You got my money, you piece of cuckolds brownie? I’m not waiting one more minute. Either, start counting out my money, or I’m going to break your arms and legs, Then I’ll disappear for six months and come back and break them again. You hear me you worthless bastard?”

He shoved me back into my chair so hard, the chair slammed up against the wall. For a moment, I was groggy. I thought, he’s going to ******* me, and there’s not a thing I can do about it. God, what do I do? How do I get out of this?

“There is a way out, if you do exactly what I say” Exactly, what I say!” “Do you understand?”

All I could do was shake my head, yes.

“You are going to write me a check for $60,000.00. You are going to write it on a company check, and it is going to be drawn from your business account.”

“I can’t do that. That’s stealing. They will fire me, maybe prosecute!”

“The books won’t be audited again for another month. I’ll hold the check, and return it to you, if you do exactly as I say. Do you understand?”

“NO, I won’t do it”

He grabbed an arm and started to twist. “I’ll break this one right now, just so you will know I am serious!”

“I’ll do it. I’ll do it”, I screamed. “But why are you holding it for a month? What is it you want me to do?”

“Sit back down and relax. Let me tell you a story. About a year ago, I was married to a beautiful woman. By accident, she got pregnant. Our doctor had told her she could not have a baby. Having a baby would probably ******* her. We went to an abortion clinic to terminate the birth. Our appointment for the abortion was right on the borderline of whether she had waited too long, or not. Another couple of days, and they would not abort the fetus. Guess who was picketing the clinic. Guess who prevented us from getting her abortion. The clinic stayed closed for a week. Four months ago, my wife and baby died. Your darling, precious wife *******ed her, as sure as if she had put a gun to her head, and pulled the trigger. I want satisfaction! I want revenge! And I’m going to have it, if I have to ******* you and her, both.”

“How do you want revenge, Are you going to ******* her? What are you going to do? How does this check come into everything? Are you going to hurt us?”

“Shut your stupid mouth for a minute, and I will tell you! I am going to live with you for a month. I am going to seduce your wife, and get her pregnant. She is going to deliver my mister. I am going to do this, with or without your assistance.”

“NO! No! She would never go along with that! I am the only man she has ever been with. She would never let another man into her bed. Besides, she doesn’t like blacks, She says you are all naturals. Getting your women pregnant every year, and then wanting abortions.”

“You let me worry about getting into her bed. You just tell her that I am a big client from New York, and your boss wants me to stay at your home, instead of a motel. You know, like a family thing. Make me comfortable and happy. At the end of a month, I tear up the check and you owe me nothing. You still have your job and reputation, and your arms and legs are still in working order. You don’t do this, and you will wish you were a dead man a thousand times over. You Got That?”

“What if she doesn’t let you seduce her? What if she will have nothing to do with you? Are you going to **** her, anyway?”

“No ****, no powering, no pain. I only want the opportunity to seduce her, and she will give me permission to fuck her. She will beg me to fuck her, not once, but many times. You have no choice in the matter. You can help or hinder. It’s up to you.”

“Okay, I’ll tell her you are our guest for the next month. You are so confident you can fuck her, and I’m just as confident that you can’t. This will be an easy way to get out of debt with you.”

“Tell her tonight. Tell her that I will be over in the morning. You have to work tomorrow, but I don’t. This will give me a chance to talk to her, and see what kind of challenge, she is going to be. No screw ups! You fuck this up, and you’ll never fuck up anything else!”

“Alright, I’ll go along with everything. Something you missed, if by some wild chance, however unlikely, you fuck her, and she gets pregnant, what happens to the young? I’m not raising a black bastard.”

“I don’t want no whitey raising my mister. I’ll take him, and neither you or her will ever see either of us again.”

“I’ll tell her tonight, and tell her you will be by about 10 in the morning. Is that okay?”

“That’s good. See you tomorrow night, when you get home from work. I’ll be on your sofa watching your TV. Oh, I almost forgot a little condition; you might want to know about. When she is primed to be fucked, I want you to watch how a real man handles a woman.” You won’t have to be in the room, but I want you someplace, where you can see and hear her beg for my cock. We wouldn’t want to have any misunderstandings, would we?”

“You win. I can’t argue anymore. You know you have me exactly where you want me. You know there is nothing I can do.”

“WHAT! WHAT! You want a black man to live in this house for the next month? Are you crazy? Have you lost what little brains you had? NO Way, Jose! You can forget it. Get him a motel. Let someone else take care of him. I’m not having an natural living in my house! Why? Why did you agree to this?

“If you will settle down, I will tell you. He is a very important client, and will mean millions for the firm. By doing this, I will get a hefty bonus. You know we can use the money. Since you have been out of work, we are just barely making ends meet. We need the money! It is only for one month. He will be gone most of each day, and I will be home in the evening. You will seldom be alone with him.”

“When is he going to be here?”

“Tomorrow morning, about 10.”

“TOMORROW? YOU ALREADY AGREED, WITHOUT ASKING ME? Okay, let me calm down. If he’s coming tomorrow, you meet him, and I will go shopping for the day.”

“I won’t be here. I have to work all day tomorrow.”

“OH NO YOU DON’T! You just told me, I wouldn’t be spending time alone with him and on the very first day, I will be alone with him all day? I hate you! You know that? I hate you. Why did you put me in this position?”

“I’m sorry darling. I love you, and would not do this, if we weren’t is such bad need of money.”

“Oh shut up! You don’t know what love is.”

Promptly at 10 am, the doorbell rang. Linda answered the door and there stood a tall, muscular black man. He wasn’t bad looking, considering he was black. He was dressed in a tee shirt and spandex shorts, and was carrying a suitcase. He held out his big hand, and said, hello, I’m Ron. Linda felt foolish not wanting to shake his hand. His big hand engulfed her small dainty fingers. It was then that she looked down and saw the outline of what looked like a roll of sausage, between his legs. Her mouth dropped open in amazement. That couldn’t be his dick! But, what was it? Why would he put something in his shorts? Could it possibly be real? Maybe, they really are naturals! Horses! She looked back up at his face, but he seemed to be looking over her shoulder at the house. Thank God, he hadn’t seen her looking at that monster!

She got him settled into the guest room, and the next couple of hours were spent in small talk. He was actually very easy to talk to, if you ignored his color. He was still wearing those shorts, and whenever he wasn’t looking, she kept glancing at the lump in them. She had never had any desire to see another man besides her husband, but now, she was curious to see if he was real. She wanted to know if any man could be that big, and she would never believe it, unless she actually saw it with her own eyes. After a couple of glasses of wine, she was beginning to enjoy their discussion. When he said, he wanted to take a shower, she showed him the bath, and told him where to find whatever he needed. In about 10 minutes, he was yelling, Linda, I can’t find the towels.

“Oh, Oh, the towels are still in the dryer from yesterday. Richard and I used the last two clean ones this morning. “I’ll bring them right up.” I yelled. I was carrying the towels upstairs, and as I got to the top of the stairs, I was looking directly into the bathroom. The door was open! Where was he? As I stepped inside the bathroom door, he stepped out of the shower. Stark naked! I couldn’t keep my eyes from looking between his legs. It was real!! I have never even imagined anything that big. How in God’s name could a woman take that inside her? Maybe, black women were larger than white women. I looked up and he was smiling at me.

“I’ve seen you looking at this all day. Would you like to touch him for a moment? You could watch him grow to his full size.”

My hand made a move toward him, but I jerked it back. “No, I don’t want to touch you, and you should cover yourself.” I closed the door behind me and ran down the stairs. I could hear him laughing. I was so embarrassed! He knew I wanted to touch and feel him. He knew I was fascinated with the size of his monster dick. I have always felt that blacks were below my station. I have seldom even spoken to one. What has happened to me in one day? For one thing, I had never imagined the size of their manhood. I hadn’t thought about it at all, and now I have been trying to glimpse one all day, then after seeing it, almost put my fingers around it.

My husband has a respectable six inches, and has always been able to satisfy me. Now, I keep thinking of a twelve inch dick, that is more than twice as big around than his. Would it fit into me? What’s wrong with me? Was it the wine? I’m not like this.

The rest of the afternoon was uneventful. Ron took a nap and then watched TV. I puttered around outside, trying to stay away from him. Richard came home a little after six. He came into the kitchen and asked how my day had been. I said okay. What was I supposed to say? Was I supposed to tell him I had been dreaming of a big, black dick all afternoon? I joined the men, after doing the dishes. They were laying back on the sofa, with their legs on the coffee table. Richard was still wearing long pants, but Ron had on a pair of boxers. When Ron crossed his legs, the head of his dick was visible from the bottom of his shorts. I was sitting across from them, and couldn’t help, but look. Richard caught me once, and looked to see what I was looking at. He knew I kept glancing at Ron’s crotch. Richard just looked at me, but never said a word. I don’t think he cared! What is going on here?

Monday morning, Richard went off early to work. Ron said he had a meeting at noon, and was just going to lay around and relax until then. He was wearing silk pajama bottoms, and no top. Naturally, he never wore underwear. I don’t believe he had any! Whenever he walked, his massive dick could be seen swinging back and forth. He set down on the sofa next to me, and casually took my hand into his. He brought my hand over his crotch and lowered it onto his dick. I was paralyzed! I didn’t know what to do. I could feel him through his pajamas. It was moving! Getting bigger! Oh My God! It was sticking straight up out of his pj’s. It must have been 12 or 14 inches long. It looked like a big charcoaled log! He removed his hand, but I couldn’t remove mine. I was moving my fingers around, and over it. My fingers wouldn’t even go half-way around it.

“Move your fingers up and down the shaft”, he whispered.

It’s like my fingers had a mind of their own. They were separated from the rest of my body. I stroked up and down as best as I could. It was too big for him to get much feeling from only my small hand.

“Use your other hand, too” he said.

I reached over with my other hand and stroking him was much easier. I was mesmerized by the feel and size of him.

He reached over and put his hand on the back of my head. He was pushing my head toward his black dick! My lips were touching the head!

“Open your mouth and kiss it,” he urged.

I couldn’t! I couldn’t take that thing into my mouth! I didn’t even like doing that for Richard. He had my mouth pressed against the head, and struggling was useless. He was too strong! I opened my mouth, just to lick it for a minute. It was smooth and not bad at all. I slowly tried to get the head into my mouth. My mouth was stretched wide, as the head went inside. I just held it there, and licked the head. My hands were still stroking the shaft. He must have been really excited, for I felt his dick stiffen, and get bigger, if that is possible. All of a sudden, his hand was on the back of my head and pushing me forward. Then, his dick started to spurt gobs of cum into my mouth and down my throat. He was drowning me! I was drowning in cum and couldn’t get away! I had to swallow, and swallow, still, I couldn’t swallow fast enough! It ran out of my mouth and down onto my hands. I thought he would never stop! It never tasted bad, as I imagined it would. Actually, I kind of enjoyed making a dick that size cum. It was a feeling of power! I licked all the cum from my lips, and brought my fingers into my mouth. I cleaned them too. I was in a daze. Sort of detached from reality.

“Was that the first time you ever drank a black man’s cum?” he asked.

“What? What did you say?”

“I said, was that the first time you ever swallowed a black man’s cum?”

“Oh God, Oh My God!!” I jumped up and ran for the bathroom. I grabbed the mouthwash and washed out my mouth. I could still taste him! I hurriedly brushed my teeth, including my tongue, and all around inside my mouth. I could still taste him! The taste was in the back of my throat and in my nose! Oh God, I actually let a black natural cum inside my mouth. What was I going to do? Act like it never happened? Pretend I couldn’t help myself? Tell myself, that he powerd me? Well, it was over, and would never happen again! A little voice inside my head, seemed to deny that. I was so upset, I took a valium and went to my room to lie down for awhile. Maybe he will leave, go somewhere. Anywhere! As long as I don’t have to face him!

In the bedroom, I could tell my panties were soaking wet. I was wearing a strapless sundress, with a flared bottom. I removed my panties, but didn’t seem to have the energy to put on another pair. What did it matter? After all, I was in my bedroom, in my bed. I needed to relax awhile and maybe it would clear my mind. Put my thoughts in on order, so to speak. I was emotionally exhausted. The last thing I remember before drifting off into a sound relax, was the memory of how soft the head of his dick had been.

Ron waited for half an hour before going upstairs. He wanted to taste that white pussy, and had no intention of waiting another day! Going to her room, he gently pushed open the door. Linda was lying on her back, sound arelax. He tiptoed next to the bed and slowly raised the hem of her dress. She wasn’t wearing panties! Her neatly trimmed pubic mound was just asking for his attention. From the foot of the bed, he inched his head and shoulders between her legs. He gently raised her hips, and put his arms under them. His mouth was only inches from her dripping wet pussy. He could smell her excitement. He touched her clitoris with his tongue, and slowly rotated it around and around. Then, he looked at her face to see if she had awakened. She had a smile on her face, but was still sound arelax. I wonder if she’s dreaming about me and my long tongue, he thought. It didn’t seem she was going to awaken, and this was the perfect opportunity to do some serious pussy eating. He stuck his long, thick tongue inside her wet pussy and licked up all the juices, he could reach. She was starting to moan in her relax. After fucking her with his tongue, he went back to her love bud. Now, she was moaning constantly, and was becoming louder. He looked again, but she still had that smile on her face, and was evidently arelax. He gave his full attention to her pussy, licking, sucking, and fucking her with his tongue.

I was having such an erotic dream. Richard was eating me, but as never before. His tongue was bigger, and now much more exciting. He was reaching places and doing things, he had never done before. Why had he waited, to let me know how well he could eat pussy? Oh God, it felt so good! I was going to cum! He had never made me cum this way before. I had never really liked him doing this, but from now on, he was going to do it every night! Oh…, Oh…, I’m cumming! So good..so good.

When she started cumming, I almost cum myself. Another couple of minutes, and I eased her legs back down, slid off the foot of the bed, and put her dress back in place. I closed the door, as I left the room. I wonder what she is going to think when she wakes up. Will she remember, or believe it was just a dream. The next item on the agenda, is to get my cock into that tight hole. I’ll work on that tomorrow. After all, I still have 27 days!

When I woke up, it was almost time for Richard to come home. I rushed downstairs to start supper. Ron had gone outside, somewhere. I was glad of that. I didn’t know what to say to him. I felt so refreshed, relaxed, almost as if I had climaxed. The dream!!! I climaxed in my relax! I haven’t done that since I was in college. Strange though, I was dreaming of Richard, but it never felt like him. He doesn’t have that kind of experience. Looking out the window, I saw Ron coming toward the back door. He was licking on an ice cream cone. His tongue! That’s the tongue that was licking me! It was no dream, or was it? Did I only imagine it was Richard, but with Ron’s tongue? Did he really eat me, while I was relaxing? Do I want to know?
Ron came in the back door, and asked if I wanted a bite of his ice cream. He acted like nothing had ever happened between them. Good! I’ll act the same way, and forget the whole thing. It’s never going to happen again, anyway.

After dinner, I went to bed early, saying I had a headache. Richard came up a few minutes later, and wanted to know what was wrong. I told him, “having a black man in our house for another 27 days is what was wrong!” Then he had the nerve to want to make love! “I’ll let you in on a little secret, you are not going to touch me, as long as that natural is in our house! When he goes, you get your wife back.”

“Has something happened? Has Ron gotten out of line? What has he done to make you hate him so?”

“He’s black, and that is what’s wrong! No, he hasn’t done anything else wrong. He has been a perfect gentleman, if an natural can be called a gentleman.”

“Okay, I’m going back downstairs and sip a few beers with him. He’s really a nice guy, you know. Your prejudice is clouding your judgment.“

The next morning, Ron and Richard left at the same time. I cleaned the house, and must have picked up a dozen beer bottles. About noon, I took a long relaxing bath, and was lounging around in my bathrobe, when Ron came in the door. He took one look at me, and came over to the sofa, sitting down next to me. His thigh was brushing against mine. I could feel the heat from his leg. He put his arm around my shoulder, and pulled me against his chest. I had no will to resist! What was happening to me? Why do I let this black man touch me at his whim? I hate blacks! Still, he was so strong and masculine, so sure of himself, not like Richard at all.

“Today, Linda, I think you should prove something to yourself. I know you are curious, and will never be satisfied until you know the answer.”

“The answer to what?”

“Whether my black cock will fit into that small pussy of yours.”

Sitting upright, I said, “You’re crazy, if you think I’m curious about that. I don’t care if that monster will fit or not. I do know that it would stretch me so big, that Richard would never want me again. You go find yourself another woman! You will never fuck me with that thing!” I was curious. I was dying to know how it would feel to have a 12 inch dick inside me! He only ignored me, and stood up, dropping his pants. Naturally, he had on no underwear! He was already about half hard. He sat back down next to me, and put my hand on the shaft. Immediately, it started to grow. He reached over, and took the tape measure out of my sewing kit. By now, he was completely hard. Handing me the tape, he said measure, and see exactly what you are going to get.

“I’ll measure it, but I’m not going to get anything.” It measured almost 13 inches, and was 6-1/2 inches around. Even looking at him, and seeing the proof with my own eyes, I still couldn’t believe it!

“Now, here is what we are going to do. We are going to try an experiment. When you are ready, I want to try and put the head inside you. That’s not fucking. That’s just an experiment to see if a white woman can take me. Do you agree that it’s not fucking? I’m not going all the way inside. I’m not going to cum, so how can it be called fucking?”

“Well, honestly, I am curious. Do you promise that only the head is going inside? You’re just going to see if it would, as if we were really going to make love?”

“That’s all I’m going to do, but I have to get you ready. All you have to do is relax and enjoy the sensations. First, this sofa is not high enough. Stand up, and let me put another cushion under you. I did as he asked, and when I sat back down, my feet didn’t touch the floor. What was I getting myself into? Why was I doing this, with a man I detested? His magnetism? The unknown and forbidden? Whatever the reamister, I was about to find out the answer.

He got on his knees in front of me, and opened my robe. He was surprised when he saw there was nothing underneath. He never tried to kiss me. I think he knew I wouldn’t. He went straight to my breasts, and started sucking like a hungry baby. First one breast, then the other. I was getting wet, already. He kissed his way down my stomach, till I could feel his breath on my love bud. He took it into his mouth and began sucking on it, just as he had sucked my breasts. I was so hot and feeling so good, that I almost had an orgasm right then. When he stuck that long, thick tongue inside, I couldn’t control myself any longer. I had the biggest orgasm of my life! All I could say was, Oh God, Oh God, I’m cumming…I’m cumming. The Dream! It wasn’t a dream! That is the tongue that made me cum. No wonder it was so vivid! Usually, a dream fades when you wake up, but mine was still sharply etched in my mind. No wonder! It really happened, and now it was going to happen again. I came back to my senses, and he was up on his knees with his monster pointed at the opening of my pussy.

I looked at him, and said, “remember, only the head, and you will take it out whenever I say.”

“Okay, I will. Now take your fingers and spread your pussy lips. Sit up straighter, so you can see every inch as it disappears inside you.”

I spread my lips, and he was rubbing his dick up and down my slit. It was almost like he was masturbating me with his big dick. Then, he stopped and placed the head at my tiny opening. He was putting pressure against my pussy, but there was no way that thing was going to go inside.

“No more! No more! It is starting to hurt. Stop pushing.” But he didn’t stop! He kept up the pressure, more and more! “Ah NO..NO..Not anymore!!! It won’t go! You’re *******ing me! You said you would stop!” I spread my legs as wide as they would go, to help ease the pain. I was pushing on his shoulders and chest, but it didn’t even bother him. He just kept up the relentless pressure. MY God, He’s going to split me into! God help me!” I was moaning and crying.

Suddenly there was a pop and the pressure was gone, but I felt as if there was a log inside the lips of my pussy. I looked down and saw that the head was inside, along with an inch of his massive shaft!

“Don’t move, please don’t move. It will ******* me if you do. I feel as if my pussy is ripping apart. You said you would only put in the head. Now, I know I can take it, but it hurts too much. I could never be fucked with something that big.”

“Let me hold it here until you relax, and your pussy adjusts to having a real man inside you. Since we have gone this far, why not push it in a little farther when the pain stops? What do you say? It’s not like we are fucking.”

“I don’t believe the pain will go away, but if it does, maybe, you can put in a little more. Wait a few minutes. I hate to have come this far, and never really know if I could take something that big. Are you sure you aren’t going to try and fuck me? I trust you to keep your word. It’s not hurting so bad, anymore. Try pushing again. I’m more relaxed now.”

I was watching, as he pushed, and another couple of inches went inside. I could feel the walls of my vagina stretching, trying to accommodate his size. He stopped again, and it actually felt good. There was a fullness that I had never felt before. He pushed again, and was at the deepest point any dick had ever been.

“NO one has ever been deeper than that. I think you should stop now. I’ll never have anyone, but my husband, and his doesn’t go as far as you have it now.” My mouth was speaking those words, but my body wanted more. I wanted him to go as deep as he could. I wanted to take all of him!

He pushed again, and it looked as if there was still four inches to go! I was adjusting now. More relaxed. It hurt a little and filled me completely, but I knew now that I could handle a monster cock! Once, I had taken the entire length, he would remove it, and that would be the end of the whole thing. My curiosity would be satisfied.

“Try and slowly push the rest into me. Please stop, if I scream. I can feel it pushing my insides ahead of it. I don’t know how much farther, they will push.” While I’m talking, I am watching at the same time. Slowly it all disappears, and finally our pubic mounds are against each other. I have taken a 13 inch monster cock!

“OKAY, I have taken all of you. Now take it out and lets call the experiment a success.” As I said this, he twitched his dick, then again, and again. My Lord, I never felt anything so good. It was like he was fucking me, without moving his body! My juices were coating his dick with a slick film of lubrication. I was so hot, I could cum by just having him inside me.

“It’s time to stop! You said you would stop anytime I said!”

He very gently flicked his hips, and there was a slight in and out movement. That felt so good, so wonderful. I hope he does it again, before he completely removes himself. Then he pulled out about 4 inches, and pushed it back in. He did this a few times, and I started to moan. I couldn’t help myself. I had never had anything in my life feel so wonderful, so glorious. Oh MY God, he is fucking me! He promised! But, I can’t help myself. I want him to! Now, he is using longer strokes, as I adjust to him. There’s no pain, just feelings and what feelings!! I’m CUMMING…….I’m Cumming… with a 13 inch dick in my pussy. I never want it to end! I want to fuck this big black cock forever. I’ll never hate blacks again. Only a black dick could give me this pleasure. “Oh fuck me, fuck me! I’m yours! Do whatever you want with me, just give me your big cock for my pussy! I’m Cumming again!!! I can’t stop Cumming! You have to stop! Not anymore, No more! I’ll die! My body can’t take that many climaxes.” Then she felt his body tense, and all of a sudden it felt like a water hose had been inserted into her pussy! Squirt after squirt of cum flooded her insides. It seemed to be coming out of her mouth. Nobody could cum that much. This triggered another climax, and she screamed with pleasure. Cum Inside Me? Cum? NO! NO! NO! You can’t cum inside me! I’ll get pregnant! You put your seed all the way in the mouth of my cervix. Why? Why? You said you wouldn’t even fuck me. Now, look what has happened!

“Don’t worry about getting pregnant. I had a vasectomy 4 years ago. I could never make you pregnant.” Like hell, I can’t, I was thinking.

“Oh, Thank God. You wouldn’t lie to me again, would you?”

“I would never lie about something like that. Trust me. If you have recovered, lets go upstairs to the bed. I want to show you something.”

They went upstairs, and he lay down on his back. His enormous dick was still sticking straight up. “Come here and straddle me. Squat down over my dick, and put the tip inside yourself.” She did as he instructed. “Now lower yourself, until about 4 inches are inside you.”

“I don’t know if I can take you again”

“Yes, you can. You still have my cum dripping out of you, so my cock should enter you easily. Go slow, and let yourself get used to me again.”

This time, the entry was without pain. She was still tight and filled like never before, but all the juices had her prepared. She stopped when about 4 or 5 inches were inside her.

“Now, I am going to pump up and you pump down. If there is pain, you can control the penetration. Is that okay?” He began pumping up into her and she was controlling the depth. She was taking more and more of him, until their pubic bones were smashing against each other. She was screaming out one long glorious climax! After only a few minutes, he cum so hard, she thought he was going to blow her off him. She fell exhausted and completely satisfied at his side. She dozed for a few minutes, but awoke when he started talking.

“I will be here for another 24 to 26 days, and I want this to happen every day, until I leave. Another thing, don’t let that wimp husband touch you this month. Do you agree with me?”

“Oh God Yes!! I want you more than once a day. I want you day and night! If you say so, I’ll never let Richard touch me again. That little dick of his could never make me cum again, anyway! Could you stay until my period starts?” That will be at the end of the month.

I didn’t have the heart to tell her, it would be at the end of nine months!

Un récits érotique à la fête de l'huma, je pouvais pas laisser passer çà, lol!!!!


Ça s’est passé dans le TER. Au petit matin de septembre, gare St Charles à Marseille, le groupe, une vingtaine de permisternes plus ou moins jeunes, mais jeunes, a pris place, direction Paris, la fête de l’Humanité. J’ai voulu m’asseoir à côté de Carole mais un grand black tout en muscles et tatoué sur le biceps m’a devancée.

Bonne perdante, j’ai trouvé place juste derrière eux, près de la fenêtre, sur un vieux siège au revêtement élimé, râpé, collant. Je ne suis pas restée seule longtemps, un garçon d’une vingtaine d’années, j’ai calculé à vue de nez qu’on avait à peu près le même âge, s’est installé sur le siège vacant à mes côtés.

— Laurent… Il a dit dans un sourire.
— Laurence, j’ai répondu, c’est rigolo, on a le même prénom.

Et puis dans un roulement lourd, fastidieux, le train a démarré. En TGV c’était plus cher, comme c’était le MJC (Mouvement des Jeunes Communistes) qui offrait le voyage, on allait pas poser des impératifs de confort et de gain de temps.

— Eh bien c’est parti ! a clamé Guillaume, le dirigeant de la section, avant de s’affaler dans mister fauteuil.

J’ai regardé Laurent en faisant mine de m’intéresser aux propos de Guillaume. Grand, les cheveux noirs un peu fous, les yeux clairs, peut-être bleus, le jeans troué de circonstance, le tee-shirt à l’effigie du Che, le bras plutôt musclé. Faut croire que les hommes jeunes aiment se prouver que l’intérêt qu’une femme leur porte tient dans le gonflement sous la manche. Lui aussi m’a observée, mais bien plus franchement. De la tête aux pieds, sans se presser.

— Dis donc, ma voisine, t’en jettes, t’es mignonne !

Ben voyons, j’ai pensé, comme t’es sûr de toi. Moi je le sais que je suis bien gaulée et que j’ai une tête de salope sous mes longues mèches brunes. Alors ton compliment du dimanche… enfin, du samedi…

— Oh merci, j’ai répondu. Et j’ai pris un air timide pour lui faire croire que j’avais compris qu’à côté de moi trônait le roi du monde.

Du coup, ça lui a donné de l’assurance. Avant qu’il ne passe au plan d’attaque, j’ai eu le temps de constater qu’entre Carole et le grand black la conversation allait bon train.

Laurent ne m’a pas laissé le temps de saisir des bribes de ce qui se disait devant moi.

— Laurence, je dis sans doute une bêtise, mais j’ai l’impression qu’on se connaît… Où nous sommes-nous rencontrés ?

Je me suis dit qu’il manquait pas d’air le beau brun. C’est sûr qu’avec des cils pareils et des pupilles comme des agates… C’était quand même pas une raimister pour déployer des plumes de paon et se la péter comme ça. Alors pour le troubler et je savais que je le troublerais, j’ai ôté mon petit pull et il a découvert mon tee-shirt noué au-dessus du ventre et mon piercing. La vache, ses yeux comme ils ont fait le parcours du pull enlevé jusqu’au nombril ! Ça lui a fait faire une minute de silence et j’ai apprécié cette petite victoire volée au guerrier de l’amour qu’il semblait être. J’ai su d’entrée de jeu à qui j’avais affaire, un serial lover, j’ai su aussi que je voudrais savoir quel goût avait ce garçon. On est salope dans l’âme ou on ne l’est pas. Ça risquait d’être long ce Marseille-Paris en TER et je n’avais emporté ni livre ni ouvrage genre crochet ou tricot…

C’était le genre devin qui perce les pensées parce qu’il a dit :

— J’ai pas prévu d’occupation et on n’est pas rendu… Et toi ?

Me suis demandée quel effet ça devait faire de poser des questions dans le vide vu que je prenais pas la peine de répondre. Mais j’ai souri, dans le vague. Et j’ai pris un regard de tragédienne, histoire de déstabiliser Laurent.

— C’est pas pour te flatter ma belle mais des avions de chasse comme toi, on en voit pas beaucoup dans le ciel…

Voilà, un comme lui quand ça commence, ça peut pas s’arrêter et pour emballer le tout il était d’une poésie… Malgré ce déballage inepte, j’avoue que mister corps exerçait sur moi une attirance folle. Dommage, je m’étais imaginée que si je rencontrais quelqu’un d’intéressant pendant ce trajet, il aurait lu au moins le Manifeste de Marx.

Ça semblait pas le cas et il portait le Che sur le torse comme il aurait pu porter le logo d’une marque fashion. Le truc de circonstances. Je savais pas quoi faire de la petite laine chiffonnée entre mes doigts. Alors je l’ai posée sur mister jeans. Je me suis étirée. J’ai regardé par la fenêtre.

Il a saisi à pleines mains le pull. Il l’a porté à mister visage. Il l’a humé, fort. Puis abandonné sur mister pantalon, à la place que j’avais choisie pour le vêtement. Me suis demandée à quel concert on aurait droit, là-bas, à la fête de l’Huma. Est-ce que ça serait à la hauteur de Lavilliers…

Laurent a pris ma main dans la sienne et l’a enfouie sous mon pull. Posée sur mister sexe. Il a défait la braguette. Sa queue était chaude et charnue. Je l’ai empoignée, limite par automatisme, je voulais juger de la solidité du renflement. Dans ma main, nichée dans la paume, jouant contre mes doigts, elle prenait vie. C’était une histoire entre elle et moi. Elle devenait mon natural domestique. J’avais l’impression que c’était elle qui me caressait, qu’elle quémandait mon attention. Je n’avais pas à la dompter, elle était maîtrisée d’avance, offerte, acquise. Ça m’était bien égal qu’à l’autre bout d’elle les yeux bleus n’aient pas lu Karl Marx. Toute chaude, elle se mettait à danser, tendue, arrondie, parfaite. Une queue d’exception.

— Tu l’aimes, hein, ma bite, elle te plaît, pas vrai…

Pouvait pas s’empêcher de la ramener. J’avais pas envie qu’il la retire de mes mains, alors j’ai dit oui, oui, oui, je l’aime ta queue, je vais la prendre en bouche, la lécher, saliver dessus. J’ai dit ça très doucement, en le regardant dans les yeux, je sais pas si dans le wagon y en avait qui nous observaient, je pense que non, mais ça n’avait pas d’importance. J’ai vu passer la joie, la reconnaissance, dans mister regard.

Mes doigts ont pris la forme d’un rond de serviette et avec un savoir-faire que je ne leur avais jamais connu auparavant, ils se mistert mis à danser autour de la bête. Ma chair moite épousait cet natural prêt à se rendre d’un instant à l’autre. Le grand sauvage dans ma main petite sursautait, tremblait, se débattait. J’ai regardé le visage de Laurent et j’ai vu couler une larme le long de sa joue. Un pleur de bonheur. J’étais fière de moi. Alors j’ai astiqué mister engin de plus belle, le geste énergique. Je me sentais frénétique.

Sous mon pantalon je portais le petit short rouge qui me sert pour le footing l’été sur la plage. Le short bordé de blanc sur les coutures, le short avec écrit sexy en grosses lettres sur le cul. Je me sentais puissante parce que je mouillais ma culotte et que ça débordait sur le short de coton. J’étais humide, ça collait et entre mes mains se trouvait le levier de vitesse d’une bien jolie machine.

Laurent s’est tourné vers moi. Il a posé sa bouche dans mon cou avec une délicatesse inattendue. Il a plaqué ses doigts entre mes cuisses et juste par la pression de cette main j’étais au bord de jouir. J’ai dégagé mon visage et je me suis inclinée. Ses doigts ne pouvaient plus exercer la même pression. J’ai repris le contrôle. Sa bite a tapé contre ma joue. Elle est venue se loger dans ma bouche et j’ai craché un gros flot de salive. Je l’ai sucée avec tout l’amour que je sais mettre dans ces moments-là. Il y avait la bite et moi. La bite et ma bouche. Laurent, Guillaume, Carole, le grand black, le groupe, je m’en foutais. C’était moi la plus belle fille du wagon, moi, la plus belle pute du Marseille-Paris. Je me sentais glorieuse de ça. J’y ai mis tant de cœur qu’il a éjaculé un monstrueux jet de sperme au fond de ma gorge. Et sans bruit. Sans le moindre râle. Juste les frismisters et les soubresauts. J’ai avalé d’une traite. J’ai passé ma main pour essuyer ma bouche. Je me suis relevée. J’ai regardé par la fenêtre. Direct. Pas un regard, rien, pour lui.

On a laissé passer une dizaine de minutes comme ça. Je suis sûre qu’il y avait eu quelques voyeurs pour mater la scène. J’espère qu’ils en avaient eu mal à la queue d’envie.
Laurent s’est penché vers moi et il m’a dit qu’il avait envie de pisser, qu’il voulait que je vienne avec lui, pour le regarder et puis que si moi j’avais envie, il allait me regarder aussi. Il s’est levé et s’est dirigé vers la cabine de toilettes à l’arrière du wagon. Même pas une minute après lui, j’ai fait de même. Il faisait plus sombre à cet endroit du compartiment et on n’intéressait plus qui que ce soit. La suspicion nous concernant n’avait plus lieu d’être. Il est entré le premier et j’ai suivi.

On s’est serré afin de fermer la porte. Je me suis collée contre la paroi et il a déboutonné mon jeans. Il a passé ses mains sous le short et la culotte pour les faire glisser. Il y avait une cuvette, ce qui est rare dans ce genre de trains souvent équipés de vieux toilettes à la turque, plus hygiéniques mais pas très pratiques. Et puis c’était propre. J’ai eu l’idée de provoquer le grand garçon aux yeux clairs. Je me suis assise pour pisser. Il m’a regardée. Il m’a dit de ne pas m’essuyer. Il m’a dit de me relever. De mettre mon bon petit cul contre le mur. J’ai obéi. Il s’est agenouillé devant moi. D’abord j’ai senti sa respiration contre ma chatte glabre. Puis il a passé sa langue le long de ma fente. Une grosse langue gourmande. J’ai senti ses lèvres charnues prendre possession de mon bulbe suintant. J’ai écarté les cuisses parce que je voulais plus de sensations. Il lapait mon sexe, il avait lapé mes gouttes d’urine. Il a aspiré ma chatte tout entière et sans presque toucher mon clitoris, il m’a fait jouir. Je n’ai pas pu m’empêcher de gémir.

J’ai déchargé comme rarement dans ma vie. Tant bien que mal, je me suis réajustée.

Bien sûr, c’est le moment que Guillaume a choisi pour vouloir utiliser les lieux. Quand on a ouvert il attendait sagement derrière la porte. Laurent était gêné, l’embarras le faisait transpirer. Ça m’a agacée ce manque d’aplomb. Moi, je me suis pas démontée. J’ai regardé Laurent dans les yeux et je lui ai offert un sourire plein de promesses. Après tout, un chef, ça a des prérogatives. Avant d’entrer dans les toilettes, Guillaume s’est mordillé la lèvre supérieure, genre, c’est quand tu veux ma belle. Mais je voulais, ça tombait pile poil, on aurait tout loisir de combler le roi des révolutionnaires à la fête ou dans sa chambre d’hôtel ou sur le trajet retour. Lui, il aurait le choix.

On s’est remis à nos place. Devant, Carole s’était endormie et le grand black était perdu dans ses rêves. Je l’y aurais volontiers rejoint. Quelle sotte cette Carole. Un modèle si appétissant. Mais je me réservais désormais pour Guillaume. Je ne voulais pas me disperser trop. Laurent collait mister bras contre le mien mais j’en avais rien à faire de mister bras. Lui et moi c’était une histoire de fellation et de lèche qui allait s’arrêter là. À cet instant, j’étais juste la seule à le savoir. Il a dit que ça serait cool de recommencer à Paris. J’ai pas répondu.

Quand Guillaume a traversé à nouveau le wagon, j’ai regardé ses fesses et comment il marchait. C’était pas une gravure de mode mais il me plaisait. Il me plaisait davantage que mon voisin. Dimisters que lui je l’avais pas eu, pas encore. Dimisters qu’avec lui j’envisageais de coucher mais c’est sûr que dans une chambre d’hôtel par exemple, ça s’y prête plus facilement que dans un compartiment de TER !

J’ai fermé les yeux. On allait pas tarder à arriver à Paris. J’ai pensé à mon petit ami qui n’était pas du tout de gauche, lui, qui avait une belle situation, qui avait toute confiance en moi et viendrait me chercher, sur le quai de la gare St Charles, à la fin du week-end. J’ai pensé à Guillaume et j’ai espéré très fort qu’il m’invite le soir dans mister lit. Sinon je dormirais sous une grande tente prévue pour nous recevoir et dans mon sac de couchage et ça j’en avais vraiment pas envie. Guillaume, en dignitaire, avait une chambre réservée, je le savais. J’ai pensé à Che Guevara et j’ai déploré qu’il soit contre le torse de Laurent parce que je les trouvais pas assortis.

Peut-être que je me trompais mais j’en doute. Je me suis dit qu’il me faudrait trouver une phrase inoubliable à dire à Laurent en descendant du train. Le temps n’efface pas les phrases et avec le temps il oublierait le goût de ma fente. Bonne ou mauvaise, j’ai toujours eu le sens de la formule. J’ai pensé qu’en quittant le train, quand le groupe à nouveau se mélangerait, Laurent me dirait une phrase du genre :

— À plus tard ma coquine, ma terrible Laurence… On se retrouve ce soir…

Je me suis dit qu’il y avait pas trente-six mille mots qui feraient mouche, qui seraient parfaits dans ce contexte, j’ai pensé que je lui répondrais alors :

— Hasta siempre, Laurent…

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Ma femme et moi avons été mariés pendant 30 ans. J'ai pris ma retraite à 55 ans ma femme était
50. Elle était encore une femme très séduisante, 5 pi 3 po 130 lbs. She She
À pied chaque jour dans le bloc de quartier. Elle a récemment changé mister
coupe de cheveux à ce qu'elle appelait une nuque courte et qu'il était attrayante sur elle. Comme
pour moi, je lui etait un peu grassouillet au fil des années mais rien de drastique. Mon
femme, Carol a toujours essayé de se rendre à faire plus d'exercice, mais j'ai senti le chantier de travaux
m'ont gardé en assez bonne forme. Le seul regret que nous avions était de ne pas avoir
enfants. Certaines permisternes ont appelé qu'une bénédiction.

Il ya trois mois, les nouveaux voisins d'emménager à côté. Ils étaient d'un noir
famille avec deux fils. Ben Weller était mister nom, il a travaillé dans la sécurité qui
il convenait. Il était de plus de 6 'de hauteur et construit comme un boxeur. J'ai dû admettre à
moi-même en secret, j'avais le fantasme bizarre de le voir nu. Sa femme a été
femme très attractif, a travaillé pour l'Etat. Thad et Jake étaient leurs
fils. Thad avait quinze ans et Jake avait dix-sept. Ils ont pris après que leur père
parce qu'ils étaient à la fois grand. En fait, Jake était presque aussi grand que mister père.

Il est sûr de dire que ma femme et moi sommes des gens assez passive. Nous avons tendance à ne pas
Agitez le bateau, nous étions plus soumise que agressif. Je suppose que c'est pour cela que je
toujours senti intimidé par Ben quand il vint à emprunter quelque chose à
mon garage. Il a fait sentir qui lui mistert subordonnés. Cela ne me dérangeait pas qu'il a emprunté
les choses parce qu'il a toujours entre eux mistert revenus. Soit lui ou un de ses fils. Puis
un jour j'ai besoin de la taille-haies j'avais prêté à Ben.

Je suis allé à côté et trouve Ben dans mister bricolage garage avec mister camion. Il
n'avait pas de chemise sur je ne pouvais m'empêcher remarquez comment musculaire haut de mister corps
était. Son teint noir semblait accent plus ses muscles. "What's up,
John? "" Oh, rien, Ben. Juste besoin d'utiliser le taille-haie cette
matin. "Sounds like a pretty lame excuse pour moi." J'ai été pris au
garde. «Moi, je ne comprends pas ce que tu veux dire. Ben s'approcha et fermé
enfoncé la porte de garage.

«Je vous ai vu me regarder. Vous pensez que ma grosse queue noire regarde
etc. "J'ai secoué la tête et l'avala." NO. Non, S'il vous plaît Ben. J'assure
tu. Rien de tel que jamais venu à moi! "" Vous et votre femme ne mistert pas
sexe beaucoup plus si tout. Sauf pour un travail main, elle pourrait vous donner. "Je
ne veulent pas l'admettre mais il était à peu près normal. Carol et j'ai eu des rapports sexuels
une fois dans une couple de mois. Cela ne marche pas très bien.

"S'il vous plaît. Ben. Puis-je obtenir le taille-haie et je vais te laisser seul." «Je vais
vous donner plus que le coupé. "Ben renforcée autour de mister camion, criantes
vers le bas sur moi. «Mets-toi à genoux! "S'il vous plaît, s'il vous plaît Ben, j'ai été arrêté
court. Il a mis ses grosses mains sur mes épaules et m'ont poussé à terre. Somehow,
Je n'avais pas peur de ce qui allait se passer ensuite. Ben dézippé mister pantalon,
il ne portait pas de shorts. Son érection énorme flac en face de moi.

«Ouvrez la bouche, at-il ordonné. "Obtenez votre bouche sur la tête et le sucer!
La tête était circoncis et très épais. C'était comme mettre un grand
concombre dans ma bouche. Je ne pouvais croire que je faisais cela pour lui. «Com'on
obtenir de plus dans votre bouche. Suck it! "Je n'aime pas combien de temps je suçait mister
pénis quand, soudain, il sortit de ma bouche. Il a commencé à le caresser et
coup tous mister sperme sur mon visage. Il y avait tellement que je n'aurais jamais cru
arrêter. «La prochaine fois je vais vous la faire avaler!"

Il a saisi mes bras et me tira de mes pieds. Ses mains rapidement détachée
mon pantalon et yanked eux jusqu'à mes chevilles. «Tout comme je le pensais. You got
un peu de bois là-bas. "Il avait raimister. Je n'ai pas avoir une érection. Mettez vos mains
derrière votre dos. Mettez-vous là pendant que je lait cette chose blanche. "Je n'ai jamais eu
un homme caresse jamais mon pénis avant. Elle était debout humiliante il ya
lui permettant de me masturber. Je tiens seulement à admettre à mon amour que je
complètement enjoyed it.

Il a fallu seulement environ une minute, j'étais tellement excitée sentant sa large main
tirant sur mon pénis. L'éjaculation se sentait mieux que ce que j'avais dans un long long
heure. «Mettez-vous dos à un pantalon," Ben a ordonné, comme il l'atteint pour la
trimmer. «Ici. Have a good time. Autant que j'ai essayé d'obtenir les images des
ce matin-là hors de mon esprit, je ne pouvais pas. Chaque fois que je pensais qu'il était de mon
pénis gonfler. Je n'avais aucune idée de ce que seraient les conséquences de
Ce jour-là.

Deux jours plus tard, quand je suis retourné au bureau de poste, j'ai trouvé une note sur le
Table de cuisine. C'est à partir de Carol qui a dit qu'elle était allée à côté pour aider les
Helen, l'épouse de Ben. Je ne me souviens pas en lui disant rien sur Hélène ou
d'y aller avant. J'ai rencontré Jake et Thad dans l'allée le tournage d'un
Basket-ball à travers le cerceau. "Je suis venu pour voir s'il Carol était ici."

Jake et Thad sourit: "Ouais, elle est à l'intérieur avec maman et papa. La porte arrière
est ouvert. "C'était une bonne chose que je n'ai pas eu de troubles cardiaques. Je me suis arrêté
immédiatement dans mon élan. Carol était à genoux en face de Ben. Son
Dick grandes glissait dans et hors de sa bouche. Ses bras étaient attachés derrière
mister dos et elle était complètement nue! «Surpris, John?" Helen posées. Je
n'avait pas remarqué, mais elle était assise à la table avec une robe de suite.

Je ne répondait toujours pas parce que je trouvais difficile de croire ce que je voyais.
Ben m'a souri. "Elle aime coq noir aussi bien que vous fassiez, John"
"Yeah", a ajouté Helen. «Nous sommes à poindre votre femme po That's all." Elle
a pris une gorgée de mister café. "J'ai entendu que vous n'avez sucer des bites l'autre
journée dans le garage. Comment avez-vous l'aimez? "J'ai essayé de penser à quelque chose
Ben pour dire quand tout d'un coup éjaculé dans la bouche de Carol.

Le sperme coulait de ses lèvres, sur mister menton et la partie de mister visage
et finalement sur le sol. Mon pénis accroché aux plus rapide Erection I
avait jamais eu. C'était la chose la plus troublant que j'ai jamais vu. Je n'avais jamais été
gros sur le porn comme beaucoup d'hommes alors j'étais un peu prude sur ces choses. Ben
essuya le sperme sur le visage de Carol et frottaient sur ses seins. Son dur
mamelons étaient debout pour l'extraire. Ben délié les mains de Carol, Helen ballotté
ses vêtements à elle.

«Mieux vaut les mettre sur de sorte que votre mari peut vous ramener à la maimister. Je n'ai jamais dit une
mot non parce que j'étais en colère, mais parce que j'ai été humilié à prendre la parole.
Carol suis habillé et nous sommes allés chez eux. Il fallut un certain temps avant que je le faisait savoir.
"Voulez-vous me dire ce que c'était tout sur là-bas? Carol
ne voulait pas me regarder dans les yeux au lieu elle baissa la tête. "J'ai été forcé de
faire ce que vous avez vu. Helen m'a fait là-bas sur un autre faux-semblant. Je n'avais aucune idée
qui allait se passer. S'il vous plaît me croire. "

C'était presque comme si elle lu dans mes pensées parce que j'ai pensé à le garage de
quelques jours plus tôt. Carol brusquement levé la tête. "Qu'est-ce que Helen moyenne
À propos de pomper la bite dans le garage? "Maintenant c'est mon tour. J'ai pris une profonde
souffle. "Elle, ce n'était rien. J'ai eu une rencontre avec Ben dans le garage d'un
Il ya quelques jours. "" Quel genre de rencontre?

«Quand je suis allé pour obtenir le régleur. Je pouvais sentir l'offense tous
sur mon corps. "Lui, il m'a forcé à sucer sa bite". "Et vous n'avez jamais dit
quelque chose? "Je favoris sur elle." Vous alliez dire quelque chose
Et aujourd'hui? "Il est apparu nous étions tous deux à une impasse. J'ai eu mon offense
et Carol avait le sien. "let's just let it go et se concentrer sur notre vie."

Deux jours plus tard c'était samedi, Ben m'a appelé pour sa maimister. J'ai été un peu
appréhension pour dire le moins. Thad et Jake étaient là. «Tous à vos
genoux, John. "J'étais complètement intimidée par Ben et ses deux fils. I
rapidement à genoux. Jake me tenaient les bras derrière mon dos alors qu'il les a attachés Thad
vers le haut. J'ai pensé que cette fois, il serait Jake ou Thad. Ils m'ont fait me tenir
époque à laquelle ils ont enlevé mon pantalon et sous-vêtements.

Ben m'a conduit dans le couloir de la chambre. Helen était couché sur le lit nu.
La première chose que j'ai remarqué, comme tous les hommes, je suppose, ont été ses seins. Ils ont été
un grand pays et étaient ses mamelons. Ne peut pas laisser mon mari ont du plaisir avec
vous deux, dit-elle en souriant grand. "À quand remonte la dernière fois que vous lécher la chatte?"
Elle demandé. «Je, je, je ne sais pas. Ou me souviens». J'ai bégayé. Elle
ri. "Alors, vous en pour un petit plaisir!

Helen ouvrit les jambes et m'a donné une vue parfaite de sa chatte noire. Je
s'il allait résister, mais je savais qu'il ne servirait à rien. Helen attrapé mon
tête et me tira dans mister entrejambe mouillé. "Obtenez votre langue là-dedans. Faites-le glisser
tous sur moi! "Elle se plaignait en gémissant comme elle se frotte le dos et mon visage
reconnus dans sa chatte. «Voilà! Juste là!" Elle criait. "Gardez votre langue
frottement sur mon clito! "Une minute plus tard, elle a crié et frotté mon visage
et vers le bas sa chatte, gémissant et criant plusieurs fois.

Je sentais que mon visage a pris une douche chaude. Elle me repoussa alors qu'elle était couchée
Retour sur le lit en gémissant un peu plus. "Vous n'avez pas assez bon, John," Ben sourit
, Portant une serviette humide pour essuyer mon visage hors fonction avec. «Je chose que mon épouse aime
votre visage dans sa chatte. "Ben m'a posé un lapin." Je vois la chatte de ma femme fait
ta bite dure. "Je commençais à associer à mon offense
érections.

Ben m'a ramené à la salle de séjour. Il détacha mes bras. «Depuis que tu es à moitié
nu. Vous pourriez aussi bien aller au bout. Take your shirt off. "Ben renoué
mes bras. "Tu as déjà entendu parler de bdsm? J'ai hoché la tête, «oui, je ne vis pas en vertu d'un
rock. C'est une sorte de chose bizarre sexe pervers "." Ouais, c'est vrai. Mais plus
gens l'amour que vous en pensez. "

Ben a sorti un bâillon boule et il se balançait en face de moi. "Jamais vu un de
ceux-ci? "" Oui. Ils l'utilisent dans le sexe kinky. "Ben en riant, ouvrez votre bouche."
J'ai fait et il a inséré la boule rouge dans ma bouche. Ensuite il ferma la sangle
autour de mon cou pour le tenir en place. "Il m'a conduit à un miroir." Voyez comment
bon vous regardez dans tout cela? Nous saisismisters mieux vous à côté et montrer Carol. "

Mon cœur a sauté un battement quand il dit ça. Mon dieu que c'était la dernière chose que je
voulu. Cependant, j'ai été ligoté et bâillonné et je n'avais aucun mot à dire sur la question. Je
réalisé à quel point j'étais impuissant à ce moment. Ben avait un contrôle total sur
moi. Il pouvait faire ce qu'il aimait. N'importe qui pourrait d'ailleurs. Complètement
nu, Ben m'a conduit par la porte arrière dans la cour. Dieu merci, nous a
par la porte arrière pour que permisterne ne pouvait me voir. Il m'a conduit dans la maimister et
me fit asseoir sur une chaise. J'ai regardé autour, mais ne voit pas que Carol n'importe où.

Ben baissa les yeux sur moi. "Vous cherchez la petite femme? Amenez-en, Jake."
Carol avait un collier de cuir autour du cou et fut conduit dans la salle par
Jake avec une laisse attachée au collier. Elle a également été Buck nu, les bras
attachées derrière mister dos. Thad marchait derrière Carol. "You got a pretty hot
cherche femme là-bas, John. Mais je crois qu'elle est de développer une dépendance au noir
bites. "

«A genoux!" Jake commandés. Carol obéit aussitôt, pour tomber à mister
genoux. Jake enlevé mister pantalon et caressa le coq noir importantes avant
poussant dans la bouche de Carol. Carol bâillonné à quelques reprises. J'ai regardé tout
Jake pompé sa bite adolescentes dans et hors de la bouche de Carol. Ses testicules gros
osciller Carol parfois frappant sur le menton. Brusquement, Jake
gémissait et enfonça ses hanches vers l'avant.

Après quelques secondes, je pouvais voir le sperme roulant de Carol
lèvres. Jake et Thad rapidement changé de place. Thad glissé sa bite noir
Carol dans la bouche et commença buttage. Je n'avais aucun contrôle sur mes émotions comme
tout le monde pouvait voir. Suscité par tout ce qui se passait, ma bite
était debout à la verticale. "Makes you really hot! Regarder votre sucer femme
grosses bites noires ».

Autant que je ne voulais pas l'admettre, il avait raimister. Il ne me réveiller
complètement. L'image de la bouche de Carol dégoulinant de sperme et ses seins rebondissent
avant en arrière. Il ne me font dur! Encore une fois j'ai vu le sperme coule de
ses lèvres et sur mister menton et sur sa poitrine. Jake et Thad tiré Carol
à ses pieds puis sa demi-tour en face de moi. Jake a glissé sa main
entre ses cuisses et dans la chatte. "Ouais, cette chienne est humide et sauvage."

Jake Carol apporté à moi et me fit agenouiller. Il poussa la tête vers le bas,
«Maintenant, suce bite de votre mari." Il a probablement été 20 années écoulées depuis ma bite
était dans sa bouche. Ces jours que nous utilimisters pour faire l'amour à beaucoup. Le siphonage
misters qu'il fait éveillé encore plus à moi. J'ai fermé les yeux, gémit tout haut
et le coup de la sensation à travers mon corps comme un verrou de l'éclairage. Sa bouche
était plein mon sperme pour la première fois depuis des années.

Ben tiré Carol à ses pieds et se pencha par-dessus le bras du canapé. Je ne pouvais
voir la fissure humide de mister Peeking chatte dans ses joues ass. Ben a chuté
mister pantalon et frotte sa bite noire et épaisse de haut en bas fente d'âne de Carol.
«Maintenant, je vais remplir votre chatte avec un coq réel!" Carol gémit fort que
Ben a glissé sa bite dure en elle. Carol gémissait et la salle était remplie
avec le mister de Ben's cuisses contre la fessée cul de Carol.

Soudain, elle a crié "OH MY GOD! Oh, oh, oh mon dieu!" "Ce coq noir est
pas encore prête, salope! "Carol gémi et crié à nouveau tandis que Ben éperonné
sa bite grands dans et hors de sa chatte. Il doit avoir une minute avant
Ben avait mister orgasme et a tiré de là. Je pouvais voir Carol la chatte ruisselante
Sperme Ben's long de ses cuisses et sur le bras canapé. Elle était toujours sa capture
souffle.

La porte s'ouvrit et je vis Helen marche po Elle était vêtue d'un peu
étrange. Cuisse de hautes bottes et les vêtements de cuir noir avec un cuir correspondant
soutien-gorge. «Ce que vous faites les garçons par ici?" Elle demandé. "Just having some fun",
Ben répondu. Helen regarda Carol. "Cette chienne est en désordre. Vous les garçons
vont donner un bain et il obtenir mister nettoyés. "

Jake et Thad tiré Carol à ses pieds et il a conduit hors de la chambre. Helen
se retourna vers moi. "Cela représente très bien, sourit-elle. "Me and Ben se
vous permet de jouer avec. Et les garçons étaient à votre femme de jouer avec. Travaux JUST OUT
amende. "Ben moi yanked lever de votre siège: Helen marchait autour de moi." Vous
jamais eu votre âne blanc fessée? Je parie que vous avez fait quand vous étiez un garçon. "Je
ne pouvait pas lui répondre en raimister du bâillon dans ma bouche.

Eh bien nous allons juste vous plier plus que le bras de canapé. Ben m'a forcé sur le bras
tout comme ils l'avaient fait Carol. Maintenant, mon âne a été dressées en l'air.
Helen posa sa main sur le cul. "Voyons voir si nous pouvons mettre un peu de couleur
dans cette âne blanc de la vôtre. "La prochaine chose que j'ai entendue était un grand coup fort et d'un
sensation de picotement sur mes joues ass. Il y avait quatre horions plus et le
picotements dans mon cul tournait à une sensation de brûlure.

Pendant les horions de la ceinture de cuir, Hélène aurait arrêter et puis Slap Me
avec sa main et pincer le cul avec les doigts. Puis il le suivi avec
un autre horions quelques pas de la ceinture. Inutile de dire que ce fut une douloureuse sur ma
tendres joues d'âne. "Je pense que cette chienne a assez whipp'in âne. Helen
conclu entre mes jambes et m'a attrapé par les couilles. "Vous rappelez-vous combien
que whipp'in ass hurts. Vous sortez de la ligne et je vais enlever votre âne blanc
deux fois plus longtemps. M'entends-tu? "

Je me suis vite hocher la tête pour dire oui. Mon âne était toujours en feu et je ne voulais pas
plus. Ben a saisi mon bras et m'a arrachés à mes pieds. Helen intensifié
pour moi. "Écarte tes jambes, ouvrez tout grand!" Elle ramassa un couple de petits
colliers en métal dont elle serré sur mes mamelons. Je me sentais plus d'inconfort
elle a suivi le chemin inverse vers le bas. Elle a ramassé quelque chose d'autre sur la table.

«Ceci est mon favori cravache. J'aime l'utiliser sur coqs Mans blanc».
Elle a taquiné ma queue et des boules avec la culture, en se frottant le tout autour de mon
organes génitaux. La douleur constante, je me sentais dans mes mamelons avait une
effet sur mon pénis. Il a été le rendant dur comme un roc. Helen a débuté en tapant
mon gland avec la récolte puis baisser à mes testicules. Je lui ai répondu avec de brusques
saccades et des grognements qui la rendait heureuse.

My dick était douloureux d'être giflé tellement avec la culture comme cela a été mon scrotum
et à l'intérieur des cuisses. Ben et Helen trouvé amusant à quel point mon pénis rouge
était. Helen l'a saisie et a commencé à me masturber là dans le salon. Je
Carol brièvement me demandais où était et ce qu'elle faisait. Puis, soudain, mon
testicules douloureuses ont commencé à se déverser ma semence dans la main d'Hélène.

Ils ont rapidement décidé qu'ils avaient assez de fun pour une nuit, alors ils m'ont détaché et
regagné leur domicile. Peu de temps après Carol entra et alla droit à
la chambre à coucher. Le lendemain matin, je n'ai pas réveiller jusqu'à dix heures. J'ai entendu Carol dans
la cuisine et je jette sur un peignoir et descendit pour voir ce qu'elle faisait. Elle
portait mister tablier de fleurs, juste et tablier et rien d'autre.

Je lui ai souri, je ne pense pas avoir jamais vu vous portez un simple tablier. "Jake
dit-moi à rester nus, quand j'étais dans la maimister. Juste au cas où un homme voudrait
se servir de moi. "

Je ne pouvais voir le contour de ses seins piquer sur le devant de la
tablier. Je la regarde bars ass sortaient à l'arrière du tablier. Elle a été
J'aimerais droit d'utiliser mister droit là!

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The Visit

‘Hello Mr Watmister sorry Paul isn’t home, he’s out at work at the moment’.
‘Yes June I know, it is June isn’t it?’
‘Yes Mr Watmister’.
‘Well actually June it’s you I wanted to see, do you mind if I come in?’
‘No of course not, come in and I’ll put the kettle on’.
June thinks to herself what the fuck is Paul’s boss doing here during the day; I hope he’s not in any sort of trouble. She ushers the old man into the living room and invites him to take a seat on the settee.
‘What do you take tea or coffee?’
‘Oh tea will be fine, white no sugar please’.
As June leaves the room he follows her with his gaze, admiring the way her thin nightdress clings to her sexy young behind.
She puts the kettle on and then realised that she hasn’t got dressed yet, how could she be so lazy? Re-entering the living room with the teas she apologises for her appearance.
‘Sorry for the way I’m dressed Mr Watmister, I’m having a lazy day, I’ll go and put some things on, as I must look a right mess’.
‘Don’t do that on my behalf June, you certainly don’t look a mess, in fact I was just thinking how good you look’.
‘Flattery will get you every where you know. Although I bet you’re only being polite’. She says wondering why an old man would find her good looking.
‘Actually not just good looking but very sexy, you look stunning if I may say so, Paul is a very lucky guy to have some one as attractive as you at home, no wonder he kept that quiet from me or I would have been to pay you a visit before now’.
Blushing June sits in the chair opposite her husband’s boss, not believing she has only just met this old man and here he is chatting her up!
‘Well June I came round to get to know you a bit more, I am considering promotion for someone and Paul is up for the job. So I thought I had better pay a visit’.
‘What do you need to know then’?
‘To be honest June now that I have seen you my mind is on something else altogether if you know what I mean, perhaps we can all benefit from me being here’.
June eyes the old man suspiciously.
‘Don’t look at me like that June, in fact come over here and sit next to me and I will explain in more detail, I’m sure you will like what I have to say’.
Hesitantly June crosses the room and places herself next to the old man, nervous of the fact that she is only in her loose nightie and looking at the growing bulge in the front of his trouser he clearly wants more than a chat!
‘I can see you’ve noticed just how sexy I think you are, I wasn’t joking was I. Let’s cut to the chase shall we, seeing you in that sexy nightie has given me a hard-on as you can see, which means that I now want to fuck you, and if you do that Paul gets the new job. Every one’s a winner’.
‘Well, apart from the fact that; what makes you think I would want to have sex with an old man like you’?
Without saying a word Paul’s boss starts to undo the top of his trousers followed by the fly button on his boxer shorts, and then without any hesitation he removes his massive cock and waves it at June.
At first she sits staring open mouthed at the sight of it. It’s enormous, at least twice as long as Paul’s and much thicker as well! The foreskin stretched just enough to expose the tip of his glistening helmet.
‘Now I’ve got your full attention you can see exactly what’s in it for you June, you are about to get the best sex of your life, so don’t be shy take a hold of it and feel just how hard you have made me’.
Without having to be told twice as if on auto-pilot June reaches out and grasps the old mans swollen cock, marvelling at just how big and hard it feels, so much bigger than her husbands.
‘You bastard you know this is totally wrong’. She exclaims without making any attempt to withdraw her hand from his massive cock, in fact she starts to gently stroke it’s entire length as she weakly protests to him. Feeling the thick veiny shaft throbbing against her delicate touch is enough to know she wants more, much more.
‘It’s only wrong if you feel guilty and I certainly don’t, from what I can see you are more than ready to feel a real mans cock inside you so don’t worry, just enjoy it as much as I will. As for Paul he will just have to accept it’.
As her slim hand reaches the very tip she increases her grip slightly, enough to gently withdraw the foreskin and fully expose the large purple head of his magnificent cock, a small amount of pre-come glistens on the tip. Being spoken to in such a matter of fact way by this old man sent a shiver running through her entire body, with the realisation that she is in his command and will do what ever he now asks.
‘Please don’t tell Paul about this will you’, she pleads as she continues to slowly wank her husbands boss, ‘He doesn’t need to know does he’?
‘If you think he won’t notice once I have stretched you with that cock in your hand he must be stupid, I don’t care if he knows or not. So just carry on and stop thinking about your husband and concentrate on giving me what I want’.
Without being asked with a wicked little grin June dips her head toward the old mans swollen cock and places the smooth glistening head in her eager mouth, swirling her tongue around it as she savours the feeling of having another mans cock in her mouth, a big beautiful one at that. So big in fact it even dwarfs the dildo she has secretly hidden away, the one she uses on her self to reach an orgasm once her useless hubby has shot his load and fallen arelax after his attempts at sex!
‘That’s it girl you’re getting the hang of it now so don’t stop until I say so’.
Lubricating her new found lovers cock with her saliva she proceeds to give him a very slow and sexy blow job, to show him just how good this young girl is when it comes to sex. Letting her sexy lips glide along its heavily contoured length until she can feel it reach the back of her throat. Slowly she withdraws until only the bulbous head is within her mouth before allowing the thick shaft to be slid to the back of her mouth once again, occasionally June fully withdraws to tease the swollen head of the massive cock with the tip of her tongue before once again gliding it deep into her warm wet mouth, a sensation for the old man equal to any fuck he had ever had!
Enjoying the feeling even more when he starts to thrust his cock into her mouth in a fucking motion, obviously he is enjoying it as much as she is!
As the old man looks down at his employees young wife servicing his old cock he can’t believe just how easy it was to have her, it was hardly seduction, more like giving her a little bit of a compliment and she was his, so easy.
With her young lips gliding along his shaft as she wanks it into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down, bent over as she kneels beside him on the settee.
‘Wow’ he thinks as he gently slips her nightdress up over her silky smooth bottom and along her back to reveal her tight upturned pussy to him for the first time. Without any ceremony he slips a long fat finger along the musky folds and into her wet eager cunt.
Finger fucking her, whilst she continues to suck him, in a way he has never experienced before.
‘God girl you’re gonna have me come in your mouth if your not careful! Keep that up and I won’t control myself’.
Hearing this, June starts wanking the massive shaft even harder and faster, keeping her lips firmly wrapped around the engorged purple head. Desperate to bring off the old bastard into her mouth, something she has never done for her husband!
Sensing her eagerness the old man lets go, his hot thick come jetting deep into the back of her throat. Spurt after spurt of the savoury fluid filling her mouth until she can’t swallow any more and has to withdraw, allowing the last few spurts to land in her hair and down on to her neck.
‘Fuck me girl you needed that, talk about frustrated just what does Paul do for you? He can’t be up to much in bed’.
‘We said we weren’t going to think about him and I’m not the only one that is frustrated judging by how much you’ve just come, so now it’s your turn old timer, take my nightie off and get licking my cunt while I get this cock of yours hard again’.
‘Sorry girl, if you want that cunt of yours licked you better tell Paul when he gets home, for now I will lay back and watch you suck me hard again, let’s face it, if you want my cock in you so much you had better work for it and I know you want it don’t you’.
‘That’s disgusting I can’t make Paul do that, not after you have just fucked me, it’s not right’.
‘So I was right you want me to fuck you don’t you’?
‘Well yes, of course I fucking do or I wouldn’t have just let you do that and come in my mouth would I’.
‘Now now girl don’t get sarky with me, just get on with sucking me hard again whilst I strip off completely’.
As June works her tongue up and down the old mans shaft she enjoys the fact that she has acted like a complete slut with this man. Letting him take control means she is doing things that she had always dreamt about but had not dared to actually carry out.
Pleased with just how fast she managed to get the big heavy cock hard again June was now desperate to feel it inside her tight wet pussy, she lays back on the settee naked in front of her husbands boss, legs spread wide and grinning like the ‘Cheshire Cat’.
‘What are you waiting for, I want that cock of yours in me and I want it now, so fuck me, go on, fuck me like you said you would, like the best, I need it now, please, please’.
‘How can a guy refuse a damsel in distress, but I don’t think you realise just how good this will feel’.
‘Please don’t tease me. I need you in me now’ I want your cock, please fuck me’.
Gently the old man grasps the end of his massive cock and guides it towards the entrance of the wet young cunt spread before him, and not for the first time he eases into an employees wife’s cunt with his boss cock. Inching it further and further in, deeper than June has ever been fucked before, over twice as deep as Paul can ever manage!
June gasps at the exquisite feel of her pussy being stretched wide as it accommodates her husband’s boss’s superior shaft. First the bulbous head and then the long, thick shaft with its veins adding to the sensation. Being taken by this horny bastard of an old man, June loves every moment of it as he uses her, knowing that he is right when he said Paul must be useless in bed. Letting him remove all her frustrations as he thrusts deeper and harder, fucking her with long power strokes giving her what she truly needs. Being penetrated deep into her belly by this old man with a superior cock. A real fucking, by a real man.
‘Fuck girl, you’re so tight I can’t believe it! Are you sure Paul has ever fucked you? It’s more like fucking a virgin, his cock must be tiny’.
‘Oh that’s good, so good, please don’t stop, ever. You can have me whenever you want, just please don’t stop’.
‘June, I know I can have you and I will have you. You are mine now, to fuck when it suits me. Whenever I call round you will suck my cock and then beg me to fuck you, do you understand’?
‘Yes sir, yes, whatever you say, please don’t stop’.
As he continues his relentless pace, plunging deep and hard June has her first ever cock induced, earth shattering orgasm; turned on even further by the old mans declaration. Being the sex object of an old man. To be ready for him whenever it suits him and under his total command, what a real man he is!
Suddenly his pace quickens, short deep thrusts, his pubic bone grinding against Junes. Sending wave after wave of tingling shocks coursing through her fit body as she senses he is about to come, come deep in her unprotected pussy!
With one final thrust she feels as his shaft expands inside her, before releasing a new torrent of his manly seed, this time deep inside her ripe tummy, penetrating further than Paul could dream of, even if she let him fuck her without any protection. This time it was different, this is a real mans seed being planted deep inside her, just where she needs it and fuck what Paul thinks, this is all about her and what she needs. What she needed and got was to be fucked, properly, fucked in a way her husbands’ boss understood and delivered.
Their combined orgasms finally subside, leaving a warm afterglow within them they cling to each other in a sticky embrace.
As they lay in each others arms, their bodies glistening following their exertion they kiss passionately as his heavy cock finally slips from her used pussy with a plopping sound. Her cunt now stretched beyond all recognition, never to be the same. From now on Paul’s cock would be of no use to her what so ever.
‘That was so good, you knew you were going to fuck me didn’t you, that’s why you came here isn’t it’?
‘To be honest June I couldn’t help but notice just how small Paul’s cock was when I saw him in the gym changing rooms recently! There and then I thought I would come and check you out as you must be ripe for a good fucking and I was spot on wasn’t I’.
‘You really are an arrogant bastard, but yes your right, I needed that even more then you realise. But did you mean all that about having me whenever you feel like it, I mean what will Paul say about you suddenly turning up round here’?
‘Like I said I don’t give a fuck about what Paul thinks, in fact I sent him a text telling him to meet me here at lunch time, which means he should be turning up any moment now. Talk about good timing here he is’.
Confused by the text from his boss Paul drives to his home and arrives dead on 12:00 noon. Hoping that his boss will announce who has got the promotion.
Entering into the living room Paul gets the shock of his life, his wife on her back, legs spread wide, her pussy completely stretched with come draining from it, down past her bum hole and beyond onto the settee. His boss standing naked beside her, his big cock hanging down in front of him, covered in the combined juices of his spunk and his own wife’s pussy juice, with a droplet about to fall from it’s end onto the floor. Even in the confusion of the moment Paul can’t help notice that his boss’s cock is massive, much longer that his own even when in it’s current state!!!
‘Well Paul lad, I called round to fuck your young wife as clearly she needs it, also to let you know that you have got the promotion’.
Shocked the words hardly have time to sink in when the old man continues.
‘What I mean is in a way the promotion is an after thought really, once I saw how sexy your wife is I decided to have her for myself, she is mine now, whenever I feel like having her I will. Do you understand? By way of compensation you can have the new job, but only if you comply in the same way as June has. She has been very accommodating really, she knows I am right and I can give her sex like you can only wank and dream about’.
‘June what does he mean’?
‘He’s right love, he fucked me better than you ever have and look at how much come he has left inside me, go on come over here and take a closer look’.
With his head spinning in confusion, in a trance the shocked Paul walks across the room and kneels beside his wife, close enough to not only see the fresh white come ooze from his wife’s stretched cunt but smell the pungent mix of their combined bodily fluids.
‘Paul there’s one other thing, when I asked Mr Watmister to lick my pussy he said that was your job, I said at the time it was disgusting to expect you to do it after he has used me but now I think about it, well if ever my pussy needed licking it’s now. Especially with all this manly seed pouring out of me, I think you should lick me, in fact I want you to clean me up fully, go on lick me clean, what are you waiting for’?
As Paul stared at her used cunt he felt her hand on the back of his head powering his face nearer and nearer to her sticky spunk filled cunt.
‘Paul lad, if June wants’ you to lick her clean you had better do as she says or do you want me to power you. Just understand things around here have changed, starting with the fact that your needs come a lowly third place now after mine first and then June’s. So get licking’!
Timidly as his face reaches the sticky spunk Paul slips out his tongue and gets his first taste of spunk, the spunk of his boss, an old man in his sixties, an old man that had just fucked his beautiful wife. His monster cock had stretched and filled June to overflowing and now being powerd to clean her up was too much for him.
‘What are you waiting for Paul just get on with it, or do you want Mr Watmister to power you? Go on just get down there and start sucking it all out of me before I start to get mad’. It didn’t taste that bad when I sucked him until he shot it all down my throat, Whoops I hadn’t mentioned that had I (she giggled). Anyway he is right, from now on I only want his cock in me, you had better get used to the taste of his spunk as that’s the only time you will get near my cunt. When it needs cleaning out. When it’s full of your boss’s spunk’.
Now realising he has no choice Paul submits, takes a deep breath and plunges his tongue deep into his wives gaping pussy, using it to scoop up large quantities of spunk into his mouth to swallow as demanded, the savoury taste totally alien to him. As he complies June soon alters her position, all the while holding her husbands head firmly against her used cunt. She manoeuvres, twisting them both until he is on the floor with his head resting on the settee facing upwards, whilst she is now squatting above him facing the back of the settee. In this sladying position the old mans spunk starts to flow from her in a torrent, pouring directly across her husband’s outstretched tongue and into his mouth.
This sight of June powering Paul to lick her clean is enough to get the old man hard for a third time in as many hours and ready for another fuck.
He positions himself behind June and rubs his hard cock up and down the entrance of her exposed cunt, powering more of the thick spunk down into Paul open mouth. Wickedly he then places the glistening head of his masterful cock into Pauls open mouth, powering him to suck it clean as well!
When Paul dutifully carries on without protest the old man makes him suck it fully, fucking his mouth much to the delight of June, the sight of her husband cock sucking being very entertaining to her.
‘That’s it sir make him get you really hard before you fuck me again, Oh my god, look at the bulge in his trousers, he’s turned on by all this! I’m married to a spunk loving little cocksucker. Paul you little perv you’re actually loving this, get you’re tiny dick out now, to show us just how much, but don’t stop sucking’.
As demanded Paul was past caring and complied, by undoing his trousers and pulling his pants down whilst continuing to suck off his boss.
‘That’s it you little wimp show us your little dicklet, but no touching it’.
After a while Mr Watmister pulls his cock from Paul’s mouth.
‘Now then be a good boy and put my cock in your wife’s cunt as I’m ready to show you how to fuck a girl properly, not that you will ever achieve it with your shrimp dick’.
In eagerness June arches her back slightly to give the old man even better access to her waiting pussy. Paul reaches up and takes hold of the magnificent erection that’s only inches from his face. Slowly her wanks the giant cock, a shiver goes through his entire body, knowing that his old man of a boss is going to give his own beautiful young wife so much pleasure with it!
Finally Paul kisses the very tip of the superior shaft before rubbing it along the length of his wife’s gaping cunt, watching in total awe as his masterful boss pushes forward and enters June for the

Finally Paul kisses the very tip of the superior shaft before rubbing it along the length of his wife’s gaping cunt, watching in total awe as his masterful boss pushes forward and enters June for the second time in one long thrust. Her cunt easily accommodating the shaft as it penetrates deep into her ripe belly. June pushes back against her lover, meeting every thrust with equal enthusiasm to allow the old man to fuck her deeper and deeper from behind.
‘Don’t just watch wimp, make yourself useful and get licking my clit, I didn’t say you could stop did I’.
Letting his cock slide across Pauls tongue with every thrust, the old man continues fucking June from behind hard and fast, his heavy balls slapping against her husbands face with every long powerful stroke. Gripping the young woman’s hips to gain extra power as he uses her sexy body.
June just can’t believe how good it is, a feeling from out of this world having her husband lick her clit as she is being fucked from behind by his boss, a man with a cock bigger that she had ever fantasised about. Every time Paul had fucked her in the past she thought of being with a real man and now it was happening for real. It was oh so real and far better that she could have imagined.
Relentlessly he fucks her for what seems like hours, June coming time and time again. With each orgasm her legs buckle and she collapses, with her full weight powering down on her husbands upturned face, temporarily sladying him as she recovers. Without consideration for his young employee the old man slows his pace each time June needs to recover before continuing to fuck her hard.
‘Right girl get ready for another load, I’m ready to fill you up again’.
The old man starts to come heavily, once again planting his baby making seed deep into the young June’s ripe belly. After the first few squirts though he withdraws and slips his hard cock back into Paul’s mouth, making him take the remainder of his hot savoury spunk in the back of his throat, just like June had earlier. Getting him to suck every last drop from the end before showing June just how clean his cock is!
‘Well June he isn’t as good as you when it comes to sucking my cock yet but I am sure he will get better with practice’!
‘Well he definitely enjoyed it, he has come all over his belly while he was sucking us both clean, he didn’t even need to touch his little thingy he’s even more of a wimp than we thought, the little perv is a right little sissy’.
Looking down at her husband’s spunk covered face and the spillage on his belly she taunts him.
‘Well then wimp I think you should say thank you to your boss, not for the promotion but for showing your wife what a real man is like, don’t you’.
‘Thank you sir, thank you for fucking my wife properly, with your masterful cock’. He meekly complies.
‘Oh and for giving me his baby making seed, just think if I get pregnant at least it will be a real mans baby, not a pathetic wimps’.
‘Just a thought Paul but at what point did you actually come? I mean, was it having to clean me whilst I was being fucked by an old man, when he came inside me again, or was it when he shot his spunk down your cock sucking throat? I can see I will have to keep a closer eye on you next time to find out, won’t I perv’.
Without admitting it to June, Paul new she was right on all three counts, he hadn’t come as such, he was so excited through out there had been a continuous dribble of come from the end of his little stub of a cock rather than one moment of shooting it out.
Laughing the old man looks down at his spunk covered pathetic employee on the floor.
‘Do you know I have changed my mind about the new position at work, why should I have to put up with looking at you on a daily basis in the office, I am going to keep you out on the road where you belong. June gets the new job, just think not only does it make her your immediate boss but also I get to fuck her at work whenever I want. Also every time I’m away on business she will be with me, sharing a room and fucking all night. Now that’s what I call a good business decision, your wife’s cunt at my constant disposal and regular hotel sex that’s tax deductable’!
Totally humiliated Paul sighs, as a sign of admission and acceptance to his new lowly position in life he kneels between his wives’s splayed legs and gets down to his main duty, cleaning up boss spunk!

The past week has flown by and Paul’s mind has been on June all day, her first day in her new job as his manger!
Working not far from the office Paul makes his way in, as its mid afternoon she should have got settled in a bit by now.
Wondering how the ‘arrangement’ with Mr Watmister will work out Paul is sure they will be very discrete about it. With all the jokes from his work colleagues already about what had she done to get the job they would have to be careful.
As he entered the main entrance of the 5 story office building and runs into Mr Watmisters PA.
‘Hello Sarah, how are you today? I thought I would pop in to see how June is getting on in her new job, have you seen much of her?’
‘Oh. Hi Paul. It’s a bit of a surprise to see you, I’m sure June will be equally surprised! She’s in with Mr Watmister at the moment up on the 5th floor, he is certainly giving her a thorough induction, you might say.’
With a frown Paul looks at the PA. ‘Maybe I should call back later or just wait until she gets home, she can tell me all about it then.’
‘Why don’t you walk with me to the 5th, you can wait in my office until they are done.’ She replies with a smirk. ‘We will have to stop on the 3rd for me to collect some files from accounts on the way, it won’t take a minute.’
Curious Paul follows Mr Watmisters PA into the lift and pressed the button for the 3rd floor, wondering about her grin and whether it’s down to the office jokes that were going around the previous week when the news of June getting the job broke.
Exiting the lift on the 3rd they both enter the busy accounts office, a large open plan arrangement brownietered with small partitioned sections for the more senior staff. Within seconds of their arrival the room quietens down to a barely audible back ground mumbling, coupled with plenty of glances in their direction. Each glance rapidly diverted every time Paul comes into eye contact with any of them, as if embarrassed to be caught staring.
‘Sarah is there a problem or something I should be aware of as I seem to be the centre of attention, what’s going on?’
‘Not the best place to discus it Paul, wait till we up in my office and you’ll get all the details as such’.
After collecting the required files they make their way to the 5th floor in silence, Paul wondering just what was going on that he should know about.
Arriving at the 5th the entire floor is subdivided into only 2 main office suites, the main one for Mr Watmister and his PA, Sarah with her office acting as a barrier between Mr Watmisters and the outside world.
‘Take a seat Paul and I will buzz through to see if they are finished, it’s gone quiet now so they may well have done.’
Paul looks directly at the PA wondering just how much she knows about Mr Watmister and his arrangement with June.
‘Don’t look at me like that Paul, let’s face it I have worked here for many years now and I can assure you that June is not the first to have that ‘special position’. There aren’t any secrets up in this office believe me and I am very sure you know full well what’s going on in there’.
The sudden realisation that his secret is out already is a big shock, not only out but obviously all round the company, judging by the reception he got in the accounts office, ‘Oh God’ he thinks ‘the whole company knows June is getting fucked by Mr Watmister’ the offense almost too much to bare!
‘Paul you’ve gone white, what did you expect. Let’s face it Mr Watmister is never one to be discrete is he, when he’s happy with something the whole world finds out. Plus the noises that have been coming out of that office all day show that June obviously doesn’t give a fuck either’.
‘You mean they’ve been doing it and every one has got to hear it’.
‘Sorry Paul but there has been quite a stream of visitors to me today, I’m quite popular all of a sudden. Word soon get’s round’.
As she explains to the stunned man sitting before her Sarah presses the intercom button to contact Mr Watmister.
‘Hello Sarah, can I help you? I’m still a bit busy but won’t b too long know’.
‘Well I was just letting you that June’s husband is here in my office, wanting to know how she is getting on in her new job’.
‘The first thing I want to know is why is he in here and not out on the road making me money, it’s not a fucking holiday camp is it? Send him in I want a word’.
‘Shit, I didn’t mean to upset him. I had better do as he says and go in then’.
Getting up Paul walks to the door to Mr Watmister’s office, slowly he turns the handle and pushes. The heavy door swings open to reveal June, totally naked, sitting on a large black leather settee at the far end of the office. Her face flushed, not through embarrassment but from the after glow of many hours of strenuous sex with the old man sitting beside her. A pool of thick white cum forming between her open legs, heavily contrasted against the shiny black leather of the settee.
‘Why the fuck do you think it’s ok to visit my office during the day, as I said before at your house I will be fucking June from now on when ever I choose. Your job is to carry on working and be here when and if we want you to be’.
‘Sorry sir’. Paul stutters.
‘Well as you’ve interrupted us you had better get over here and make yourself useful, lick up all of my cum off the furniture. Once you’ve done that you can suck the cum out of June before you clean my cock as well. Don’t just stand and stare, close the door and get over here for fucks sake!’
Quickly Paul complies and gets to work, the cum on the chair now cold and tasting horrible compared to when it’s direct from June’s cunt. Wasting no time he proceeds to clean out his beautiful wife’s used pussy, much preferring the taste, relishing the feel of her moist musky cunt against his tongue and the savoury taste to the mixed juices flowing from within her.
‘That’s better my pervy little hubby, get it all out now. Oh and no touching your little cock now, I know you want to but that’s not very good manners is it? I mean this is the boss’s office isn’t’. She teases.
Noticing the bulge in the front of Paul’s trousers she begins to laugh. ‘You can stop now, you’re obviously enjoying it too much’.
‘It’s my turn now, so lean over and start sucking; I want this clean and hard’.
Taking a gentle grip on the old mans semi hard cock Paul licks it from base to tip, slowly removing the sticky coating. Working his way up to the large bulbous head with his tongue, savouring the salty taste as he goes.
Reaching the smooth head of his boss’s cock he slips his mouth over the end, encircling it with his lips, gently teasing the sensitive underside with his tongue before allowing the whole shaft to glide deep into the warmth of his mouth, doing his best to please the old man whilst June sits beside them bemused at the sight of her sissy hubby giving his boss a blowjob!
‘Wow Paul have you been practising? You seem to be getting better at it from what I can see. Now he’s hard you can go now I will see you at home later now get back to work’.
As directed Paul pulls away from sucking the massive cock before him and stand up in front of June and his boss, ready to exit the room.
‘Look at that, the wet patch in the front of his trousers, he’s cum in his pants already, what with the mess all round his mouth from licking me clean he looks a real little cum slut. Don’t wipe it off until you get home that’s an instruction, is that clear wimp?’
‘Yes love, I mean Boss’. Remembering his wife is now his boss as well!
Now as Paul walked from the room his offense was complete, with the old mans spunk dripping from his face and a sticky damp patch in his trousers, he stands face to face with Mr Watmisters PA.
‘Well Paul as I said earlier June is not the first to get the benefit of sir’s cock, there have been plenty over the years, it would shock you who some of them are, but I must say you are certainly the first. Did he really make you do that? Look at it all dripping down your face’. She giggles. ‘You seem to have enjoyed it though, looking at the state of your trousers. Is that what June was laughing at? Her husband licking her clean after being fucked by the boss, I bet that looked quite funny really. Do you like the taste or something? That’s weird if you ask me.’ Sarah continues to question as if asking about something trivial that may have happened over the weekend.
‘It’s too late to be embarrassed about it don’t you think, anyway, go on then tell me did you enjoy it as much as I think you did?’
‘If you really must know I’d better tell you, before they tell you all about it as I’m sure they will later anyway, but please don’t let any one else in the office know about this bit. Please promise Sarah, I’ve been humiliated enough already’.
‘OK Paul, my lips are sealed’.
‘The thing is he not only made me lick her used pussy, but also made me suck his cock clean’. Paul confesses. I had to suck it until it was hard again so that he can give her yet another fucking. They are probably doing it in there as we speak ‘. The added offense of actually explaining to his colleague what his cuckold duties are is now giving him quite a thrill.
‘You mean you actually had to suck his cock, a proper blowjob’.
‘Yes Sarah, just like I had to when he came to our house, you see June wants his big cock all the time now as I’m so small if you know what I mean. My job is to serve them as such, as I did just then. I thought they were going to keep it discrete though, not let every one find out, especially on her first day.’
‘Yes but my point is you must like being treated like that or your trousers would not be in the mess that they are.’
With a wicked grin she decides to give Paul a bit more of a tease.
‘I will keep my promise, but only on one condition’.
‘What’s that? I thought we had a deal’.
‘Now that you have told me your little confession as such I am a bit curious, so the deal is this. I want you to undo your trousers and show me your cock. Show me just how small it is’.
Trembling Paul complies with the request, scared that his boss or wife could appear at any moment, he drops his trousers and pants to reveal his pathetic offering or a cock, all sticky and covered on his own cum.
‘Fucking hell Paul that’s a joke, you can hardly call it a cock can you. I now know why June wanted MR Watmister to fuck her; she must have been climbing the walls with frustration. To say she needed a real cock in her is an understatement; any cock would have been an improvement on that thing. You had better put it away now; I think I’ve seen enough, it’s so sad to look at and to think you managed to get her to marry you, was she takes or something?’
Without replying Paul pulls up his trousers and pants and sheepishly walks from the room. What on earth could be worse than his day and being exposed as a cuckold wimp? Only time will tell.

As the weeks passed Paul settled into his subordinate life of being cuckolded by June and Mr Watmister, the offense caused on every visit to the office causing him great embarrassment as well as an unexplained sexual high!
Since the episode it Mr Watmisters office on June’s first day he has been forbidden from going up to the 5th floor, although he still gets to hear about the regular goings on, usually from the dumb tart on reception who seems to take great delight in telling Paul every detail she can imagine, based on the office gossip and the noises that emanate from the room when June and their boss are in full flow. Her stories based purely on spite and a wicked intent on hurting Paul as much as possible, she never did like him and thinks she is now really getting to him, if only she knew!
When June arrives home from her ‘hard’ day at the office it has become the duty of her husband to attend to her every need. Usually this means greeting her with a take and then sitting in attendance at Junes feet whilst she reveals the true account of her daily sessions with the old man at work, making sure to not miss any detail and to emphasise the finer points of just how good it is every time she feels Mr Watmister’s superior shaft inside her, regardless of which orifice he chooses to insert it!
This can sometimes take quite some considerable time as its intended to prolong Paul’s offense and make she his sexual frustration is intense as is possible, knowing that he is eager to do his duty and get to work cleaning. Her husband often being too eager for his own good and a little restraint is required to remind him that he there for her convenience and any pleasure he derives is only a happy coincidence and certainly not intended. Only when she is fully satisfied he has suffered she will allow him to remove her panties and then get to work with his tongue, getting him to remove all sign of her earlier sexual encounter. Making sure he complies and does not attempt to in any way to relieve his own sexual frustration by touching himself during the act of cleaning. It and when he is aloud any relief him self it must be at the end and usually on his own when he has been sent to the bathroom as June often cant be bothered to even tease him while he wanks his tiny cock, mainly because of the pleasure she knows he get from it.
‘Paul there’s a change of plan tonight and all over the weekend in fact. Mr Watmister has decided to treat me and take me to his villa in the sun for a few days’.
‘Where is it?’
‘I don’t fucking know, it’s in the sun that’s all I know. He told me to make sure I pack my passport and very little else. He has a maid who cooks and things so all I needed to know that is would be a weekend of non-stop fucking in the sun’.
‘What shall I do over the weekend; can I go to the football tomorrow?’
‘No you fucking can’t this is my treat not yours, in fact I have arranged for mum to stay over, my dad is away fishing with his mates and so I offered your services for the weekend, I know you can’t stand her but tough. Also remember that I have invited her as our guest so be on your best behaviour, you are to give her anything she wants. If I find out that you have upset her in any way then it will be trouble when I get back, that means no clean up duty or even hearing about my fucks for a month, do you understand?’
‘Yes June, I’ll do my best but it will be hard, you know what I am like when she visits’.
Taking great delight in her husbands’ clear annoyance she continues. ’Another thing, no sneaking off to the toilet for a crafty wank either, don’t think I haven’t noticed how you can’t keep your eyes off her big tits. Especially that time you caught her in her tight top when she was gardening, she said she wasn’t wearing a bra and you were mesmerised by the sight of her nipples pushing through the thin material! She also said that you stuttered a few meaningless sentences before making a quick retreat to her bathroom! You couldn’t have made it more obvious if you had tried, she thought it was hilarious and called me about it, mind you it’s just as well that dad didn’t find out or you would have been a dead man’.
Paul, shocked that he had been found out, although it must have been at least a couple of years ago and thought it was his little secret, the fact that although he totally loathed his lady-in-law he had always fantasised about her impressive tits and what they must look like, hanging free and naked. The subject of many a wank over the years and al along not only was she aware of it but it was a topic of amusement between her and June!
Having helped June get ready for her trip and wave her good-bye as she is collected in the taxi to take her to the airport Paul’s head is in turmoil, this is a totally different situation, in the past he has always had in the back of his mind that if he were to summon the courage he could bring an end to the situation at any time, knowing that his wife is still with the boundaries of his own world but this turn of events was now completely different and out of his control. June was off to an unknown destination with her lover, not only unknown but completely out of his reach and in another country, no longer safely within the confine of his own daily world of either his home of the office. ‘Oh fuck’ he thinks ‘What would I do if she needed me?’ A thought that in reality was never likely to happen, as the only time she now needs him is when there is a large amount of old man spunk draining from her used cunt and she doesn’t want any to spill on to the furniture, that’s when he’s useful.
Suddenly there is a loud knock at the door, his nemesis the lady-in-law had arrived; now he had a whole new set of things to worry about.
‘Hallow Mum, good to see you, come in’. Knowing that she hates him calling her ‘Mum’.
‘How many times have I told you Paul I’m not your Mum so don’t call me it, now get out of my way and let me in. Oh and go and get my suitcase from the car will you, go on hurry’.
Paul trudges out to the car to collect he suitcase grumbling to himself that not only had June gone away for some fun but she had landed him with the weekend from hell, the bitch.
Taking the heavy case he carries it to the spare room, where he is just about to place it on the bed when he hears the voice of ‘The Witch’ as he calls her in his mind. ‘Where do you think you’re going with that, as June told me I’m the guest I want your bed’ it’s bigger and a lot more comfortable so it’s mine for the weekend’. She demands ‘Anyway you won’t need it will you’.
Reluctantly Paul takes the case through to his own room, cursing June for inflicting her on him for an entire weekend.
‘Now then Paul, or should I say ‘wimp’ let’s set some ground rules shall we. June assured me that you are here to attend to my every need and if I am not entirely satisfied I only have to let her know when she gets back and you will suffer, God I like this power, my pathetic little mister-in-law at my every command! Just think of all the things I can make you do this weekend’.
The look on Paul’s face a great treat for her as the colour seems to visibly drain from his face, with the look of pure fear in his eyes; she is convinced that he is actually trembling. Paul on the other hand is now dreading every waking second of the coming few days and the unimaginable things she will make him do!
‘For starters open the case for me and place all the clothes in your wardrobe, yours can be thrown on the floor in the spare room to make room for mine, be careful I don’t want any of the creased’.
As demanded Paul complies and starts to unpack, removing a couple of dresses as well as some other outer clothes before getting to her underwear, trembling he removes her knickers (which are far skimpier than he would ever have imagined) before getting to her large heavily wired bras. Trying his best not to think of her heavy naked breasts that require to be constrained by the heavy duty garments in his hands, as well as remembering the punishment he would endure from June if he were to show any sign of being turned on. The last thought even more difficult as he was now aware that his private wanking habit was not as private as he had though all this time.
‘Don’t take too long Paul, anyway they’re too big for you, my bras I mean, not my tits’. She laughs, knowing how much she has put the fear of God into her mister-in-law. ‘The last item, take it out carefully and hold it up in front of you’. She demands.
Carefully he takes hold of the black satin material by the shoulder seams and lifts it into the air, allowing the rest of it to unravel slowly to reveal a very sexy looking maids dress!
‘What do you think that is for then Paul?’
‘I’m not sure’ he stutters. ‘Are you going out somewhere over the weekend to wear it?’
‘Don’t be stupid, as it I would wear that, it’s for you stupid. I though it would be a laugh to make you wear it all weekend, seeing that you are to attend to my every need you are to be my servant as such. The more I though about it with you being such a wimp, a maids uniform is the obvious choice. Now put it on’.
Trembling Paul can’t believe what’s happening, he is about to be completely dominated by ‘The Witch’ and cannot do anything about it or he will have to suffer the wrath of his wife for a whole month when she returns from her trip.
Taking the dress at the hem he lifts it up and begins to slip it over his head, when he feels a sharp powerful blow just above his left ear, as she slaps him very firmly.
‘No you stupid cunt, are you completely thick’. She bellows. ‘Don’t put it on over your fucking clothes, strip off and wear it properly, now get undressed’.
The fact that she is swearing in such a way (Having never heard her swear before in his life), for some reamister registers in Pauls brain as shocking even more that the request for him to undress in front of her and put on a dress!
‘What am I waiting for, get your clothes off now, and I mean all of them wimp’.
Wasting no more time he removes everything until he is now standing in front of his lady-in-law, completely naked, covering his little cock with cupped hands.
‘Get your hands behind your back and keep them there until I say move, understand.’ Without waiting for his reply she slaps his hands to push them out of the way, making him reveal the cock he was doing his best to hide. Laughing she begins to mock him. ‘You know Paul, when Sarah phoned me and gave me all the details about that day in her office it only confirmed what I already suspected, that you are a useless pathetic wimp. Don’t forget I used to work there too about ten years ago, Sarah and I go way back and she tells me everything! So from now on you do as I say wimp, get it’.
Slowly she takes a hold of Paul’s excuse for a cock and begins to gently squeeze it in her hand, creating a slow pulsing rhythm, with occasional slight twisting movements. Giggling as her mister-in-law rapidly becomes hard in her hand. His cock not even extending out past the four fingers wrapped around it! ‘My god Sarah was spot on wasn’t she Paul it’s pathetic’. She announces.
Releasing her grip she takes a step back to allow a better full body of Paul’s nakedness and the tiny erection sticking out from him like a clothes peg. ‘Don’t move; keep your hands behind your back sissy’. She demands as she undoes her blouse, slowly revealing the heavy lace bra that is keeping her breast in check. All the time switching her gaze between Paul’s eyes and his twitching cock. Eventually she removes her blouse completely before reaching around behind to unhook the fastening of her bra. Keeping her hands firmly against the lacy material she brings them back around to her front, allowing the straps to fall to the side so that only her hands are keeping it for falling to the floor. Carefully she allows it to lower until she is revealing a full cleavage and her ample breasts all the way down to about an inch above her large dark nipples.
‘Do you want me to take this all the way so that you can get a full view of my tits wanker? Well do you? Answer me’.
Speechless Paul can only manage a nod to confirm his eagerness, although his cock is doing most of the talking, it is twitching uncontrollably with a small amount of come now starting to dribble form the end!
‘You can do better than that, if you want to see these you had better start pleading little boy’.
‘Yes, yes please, please let me see them, please please’. He blurts out.
She places her left arm completely across the front of her heavy chest before releasing her right hand. With a sudden, swift and very firm movement she swipes her right hand down hard, slapping the protruding cock in front of her as hard as she can, causing Paul to flinch in pain.
‘Like that’s ever going to happen, wimp, you’ve got no chance. Now put that pathetic thing away by putting on a pair of my knickers, you are going to wear them all weekend along with that dress and if there is any sign of cum in them I will cut that useless thing off myself. So fuck off to the spare room to get dressed properly and report to me down stairs’.
Paul collects all the clothing and walks from the room, his head spinning and his ball aching, hoping that she won’t notice that his cock is now spurting uncontrollably all over the landing carpet, he is doing his best to tread it in as he walks. Wondering what other surprises she has in store for him whilst June is away!

Trembling, partly through the unknown of what is in store for him over the coming weekend but equally the feeling of the smooth satin against his skin as the maids dress gently clings to his body along with the tightness of his lady-in-laws knickers that are confining his little cock are giving him an enormous rush. Paul enters the living room to find The Witch sitting in his favourite chair looking as stern as possible at him, well as stern as possible when trying not to burst out laughing at the sight of her wimp of a mister-in-law dressed as a maid ‘this is going to be a delight’ she thinks to her self ‘boy has he got a lot to learn about me’ she continues.
‘Well then sissy how does it feel to be shown up for what you really are? Don’t answer I don’t really care how you feel anyway. From now on you will address me as Mistress and when I require your services you will be there at all times to attend, so fix me a take for starters, vodka and coke will do, no ice’.
Quickly Paul complies with her request and returns to her in the living room. Passing her the take he turns to walk over to the chair on the opposite side of the room to sit down and wait her next demand.
‘Oh no you don’t wimp. Where do you think you are going? Did I say you could sit down you useless little fucker? Now get back over here and you can sit at my feet, oh and don’t even think of trying to look up my skirt, you can keep your gaze fixed on the floor until I say so. So sit wimp’.
‘Yes Mistress’ he complies.
‘You can massage my feet whilst you are down there, no tickling mind or there’s trouble, better still you can lick then for me, I like that. Make sure you suck each toe in turn as well, that should keep you out of trouble for a while’.
This was something totally new to Paul, not even June had requested this one. Gently he takes hold of her feet and the first thing he notices is that they look surprisingly smooth and quite youthful, especially for a woman of her age. Resting them on the tops of his thighs as he kneels facing his mistress. As he stoops forward, dipping his head down towards her feet she raises her right foot to meet him half way.
‘You can start with this one wimp; lick it all over first before sucking the toes’.
‘Yes Mistress’.
The immediate taste was a bit of a shock, ‘sweaty feet are obviously an acquired taste’ Paul thinks to himself, trying not to gag as he begins his new chore. Following her lead as she manoeuvres the foot before him, twisting it to expose the area she wants licking before finally wriggling her toes under his nose. Fortunately the original pungency had died away by now and Paul had become more accustomed to the taste!
‘That’s it wimp suck each one and make sure you get you tongue right between them as well, that’s it, that’s good’.
Just as Paul finishes on her right foot they are interrupted by the door bell.
‘Oh fuck he’s early. Wimp go and get the door’.
With a look of fear on his face Paul looks up at ‘Mistress’ and at the same time lifts the hem of the maids dress as it to emphasise the fact that how can he dressed like this?
‘Look wimp, you’re the maid and a maids duty is to answer the door, so do it. It will be my friend Eric, I invited him round for the evening so go and let him in’.
As Paul walks to the door she thinks to herself ‘I should have got him the shoes as well, that would have really finished it off’.
Nervously Paul opens the door, only slightly at first trying not to reveal his dress to whoever may be standing there. Slowly he looks around the edge of the door when he feels it being forcibly pushed from the outside, it’s momentum catching him off balance and sending him tumbling back wards until he lands on his arse, legs agape and knickers exposed as he rests back on his hands to stop himself from ending up flat on his back. Slightly dazed Paul looks up to see who had just flattened him with the door!
‘Hi y’all, don’t keep me hanging at the door in future boy, get it!’
Paul is staring up at Eric as he towers over him, six-foot six tall at least probably a lot more (hard to tell from that angle) late twenties at most, dressed on loose fitting, almost baggy jeans, trainers and a bright red t-shirt that is so tight is clings to every contour of his muscled body. The colour of his t-shirt contrasting perfectly against the deep blackness of his skin.
‘Eric come in. Ignore the wimp on the floor it’s his house but don’t worry about that’.
‘You ever known me to worry about anything girl?’
‘True, now come and give me a big kiss. I’ve missed you over the last month’.
As the big guy steps over Paul’s prone body as slams the door closed behind him, Paul having to twist his body to follow his path as he makes his way into the living room and over the ‘The Mistress’ who by know had stood up and was waiting eagerly to greet her friend. Paul now regained his balance and changes position to kneeling on all fours leaning slightly forward to get a good view into the living room fro the entrance door, enabling him to see his lady-in-law and Eric embrace each other and Eric giver her the big kiss she requested. ‘Wow’ he thinks as he quietly watches, his voyeuristic position adding to his excitement whilst Eric’s strong muscular arms hold her tight whilst his tongue explores deep into her open mouth, their two bodies locked together in a very passionate embrace. ‘Friend is not the word’ he thinks and wonders just when they will come up for air!
The to two lovers entwine, age difference clearly not an isJune, for over ten minutes before they finally part, by which time Eric has spent most of it massaging her superbly rounded breasts through the material of her blouse whilst she had stroked the length of his clearly hard and very large cock that was visible in his jeans, the bulge in the from now looking enormous!
With a grin she turns to her maid. ‘Come here wimp, you can stay on your hands and knees and crawl that’s it crawl here and then kneel’.
Obediently Paul covers the distance as quickly as possible.
‘Sissy boy, my girl here says you’re a cock sucker is that right, well boy you gonna get busy with mine so unzip me and get doing it boy’.
‘You see wimp when Sarah told me all about you I thought I must have a bit of this for myself, that’s why I suggested to Mr Watmister that he take June away for the weekend, although he didn’t need any persuading really. The though of watching my pathetic mister-in-law sucking cock was just too much. So here we are, Eric is my regular lover so don’t look so shocked wimp, he has been fucking me for years now and when you see the size of his cock you will know why’.
Kneeling before the two lovers Paul is secretly bursting inside, the thought of getting this stunning guy ready to fuck June’s lady in front of him and to finally get to ser her naked, not just her perfect breasts but all of her totally naked in addition to this extreme offense has his little cock as hard as it has ever been! Doing his best to contain his excitement he slowly reaches up to the waist band of Eric’s trousers, the mocking grin on the face of Eric adding to the exquisite situation. Deftly Paul undoes the buttons on the front of the bulging jeans until they are loose enough to drop to the floor around Eric’s feet, surprising Paul as the massive shaft springs out towards his face as Eric is not wearing any underpants (going commando as they say). Now only inches from his face the magnificent black shaft is as rigid and ready as it would ever be for fucking but Paul knows that is not the point, he knows that it’s the act of performing a blowjob on this guy in front of his lady-in-law is what it is all about. Being humiliated by her is what this is about and Paul loves every moment, loving the fact that any moment now he will have this cock deep in his mouth. Reaching out Paul takes a hold of the shaft and eases back the long wrinkled foreskin to slowly reveal the smooth glistening deep purple head of Eric’s cock and without waiting for any further instruction he attempts to get his mouth over it to begin sucking is for all his might. The shear size of it making the task more difficult that he had imagined, the swollen head having to be powerd past his stretched lips before it can enter the waiting warmth of his mouth. This cock is even bigger that Mr Watmisters both in length as well as girth.
‘What’s the matter boy, too big for you?’ Eric enquires as he pushes forward powering his cock deep into Paul’s mouth until it reaches the back of his throat. ‘There you go sissy, that’s better now go for it, suck me good boy’.
The sound of the younger Eric calling him boy also adding to the offense as it reinpowers the fact that he and Mistress are in charge and all Paul can do is comply and obey.
After a few seconds Paul relaxes his jaw a little and becomes more accustoms to the size of Eric as he fucks Paul’s mouth, joining in with the rhythm until he is now sucking and performing a blowjob rather that having his mouth fucked.
‘Yes it’s true Eric love, Sarah is right when she said he enjoys cock, he is actually loving having a big fat cock in his mouth, he’s a pathetic little cock sucking perv’.
‘You know girl he’s good at it as well, no wonder he’s no good at any thing else, the white boy is just good for sucking of cock’.
Although concentrating on giving the performance of his life by gently squeezing Eric’s heavy black balls with one hand whilst wanking the thick shaft with his other as he continues to bob up and down on the engorged head of the cock in his mouth, all the while being filled with the anticipation of getting to see June’s mum in all her glory, not only completely naked but being fucked by her young black lover and his enormous cock.
Aided by the lubrication of Paul’s saliva the hot black shaft slowly glides in and out of his mouth with relative ease, as he savours the situation, he can feel it actually throb against his tongue.
Suddenly a bright flash lightens the room followed by the sound of female laughter. ‘I couldn’t resist that now could I, the sight of you sucking black cock for me inn you sissy dress. Wow that’s a good picture. I’m going to send it to Sarah so she can see what I’ve made you do. I’m sure everyone in the office will love to see it’.
Shocked Paul quickly withdraws and stares up at the grinning face of his Mistress. ‘No please don’t do that, don’t send it, she promised not to tell anyone about this part of things, please don’t’.
‘You pathetic little worm, who the fuck told you to stop sucking. Get back to it and fast. If I want to send this I will. In fact I might just get Sarah to email to every one in her contacts automatically if you don’t shut up!
With the thought sending dread through his brain Paul reluctantly resumes his duty as cock sucker. When out of the corner of his eye he notices that she, the woman of his wank fantasies had now stripped down to her white lacy underwear, at least the time would soon come when he got to see her full sexy body. The thought helping to ease the pain of having to endure the extra offense of photos of his activities getting out at work.
As he wanks Eric’s cock into his mouth he feels a hand slip up the inside of his thigh making its way to his tight knickers. Mistress has decided to check on the condition of his own dicklet. Making sure he had not soiled his knickers as instructed earlier, whilst at the same time she wishes to expose it to Eric as proof that he is currently being serviced by a dickless wimp.
With the feel of his lady-in-laws hand wrapped around his cock and her large heavy breasts now pressed firmly against his back is almost too much for Paul. It is taking all his will power not to shoot there and then and sod the consequences. Only the sudden and excruciating pain of having his balls crushed as she whispers a reminder of his fate into his ear that shocks him into reality and removes all idea of shooting come all over her hand.
‘You’re one wicked cow you know, aren’t you girl’.
‘Oh yes Eric and don’t you forget it. Especially where this useless cunt is concerned. I haven’t even got started believe me. There is plenty more for him. Now right now I want you. I want that beautiful cock of yours inside me again, I’ve missed it so muck over the past few weeks’.
The words are music to Paul’s ears, as he nervously stops sucking and kneels before them trying not to show any emotion that will reveal his anticipation of the forthcoming event as such!
‘Wimp, stand up and help Eric out of the rest of his clothes. When you have done that you can guide him to the bedroom so that he fucks me in your bed’.
With his heart pounding with excitement Paul helps Eric, first by removing his trainers and socks before he steps fully out of the trousers that are crumpled around his ankles. Now naked from the waist down Paul looks at Eric in awe, his muscled body is so superior he can’t help wondering what he would look like when he is thrusting firmly between June’s mums open thighs. Quickly he takes hold of the bottom of the tight red t-shirt before lifting up over the head of the statuesque man before him. Having to stretch hard to reach as he is so much taller that Paul, the action causing the massive black hard on of Eric’s to press firmly against Paul’s satin covered belly.
‘Go on boy take a good look, for real this is the best you ever gonna see sissy boy. Now where’s the bedroom? I got some fucking to do’.
‘This way Eric, follow me’.
‘Follow me, Sir’.
‘Yes. Yes Sir. Follow me Sir’. Paul corrects himself.
As he enters the bedroom June’s mum is standing at the foot of the bed still dressed in her underwear with her hands on her hips, holding a length of shear black material scrunched up in her right hand.
‘Wimp this is where you will stay until I say so, kneeling down facing the bed with your chin resting on the mattress’. She demands.
‘Yes Mistress I will do anything you say’. He responds as he gets into his prone position looking up to the head of the bed, eager to see the action that will take place only feet away from him.
‘Now then just one more thing to do and then I will be ready for that cock of your Eric, my lover boy’.
Standing directly behind Paul out of his field of vision she removes her bra first followed by the white lacy knickers. Once removed she carefully places an item of her underwear on each of Paul’s shoulders before bending to whisper in his ear.’ This is it Paul, the big moment when I am naked in front of you, it’s what you wank about isn’t it wimp’.
‘Yes Mistress all the time’.
‘Well it’s a pity for you then as you’re not going to see a thing!’ She quickly unravels the black material in her hand and ties it tight around Paul’s head, the blindfold plunging his world into darkness.

"Don't worry, Miss Gomez, we'll make sure your ass is nice and greasy before I make you sit on my hard cock."

Her eyes grew wide as saucers and her brow knit in fear and consternation. Her already tight anus clenched down on my fingers.

"Please, Mr. Winters. Please, no more -- I'll be good, I promise. Let me suck you again! I'll swallow it all! Please, just don't put it there!"

I smiled at her and patted her pert, delicious rear with my free hand. "Oh, you'll swallow my cum again, Miss Gomez. You'll beg to suck my cock right out of your ass, or your lady goes to primister, isn't that right?"

Defeated, tears trickling down her cheeks, she mumred an affirmative and turned back around facing the front.

I liberally coated my turgid cock with copious amounts of creamy butter. After a few strokes it warmed up nicely and made me slick and greasy. After I considered myself sufficiently lubricated I scooped out a generous glob and smeared it around Maria's tight, crinkly hole. She gasped at the coldness and tensed up, and I could hear her muttering obscenities under her breath, but she didn't move or try to get away.

I wrapped my hands around her hips and gently pulled her back, until her beautiful, full bubble butt was poised over my straining manhood.

"Lower yourself onto me, Miss Gomez...sloooowly."

She held onto the desk edge in front of her and slowly lowered herself until the fat tip of my cock pressed up against her anus. She whimpered slightly and then pressed herself down, ever-so-tenderly. My throbbing mushroom head pierced her tight little rectum by about an inch and she gasped and flinched and pulled herself up.

"Owww, it hurts, Mr. Winters. Please, por favor, don't make me do this!" she exclaimed.

"Miss Gomez, you can either do it slowly at your own pace, or I can just bend you over the desk and shove it in you all in one thrust. Your choice, but make up your mind quickly, because I am losing my patience!"

She sniffled, but must have come to a conclusion, because she straightened her back and put her hands on the chair armrests on either side of me. Shoulders shaking, she lowered herself once more until my hot cock head nestled between her cheeks. I reached down and stroked myself a few times to get myself nice and rock hard and set the fat, purple head up against her brown hole.

This time she held her breath and lowered herself, pressing downward. Once again I popped through her sphincter and she gasped and tensed up, but didn't pull herself off. We both froze, locked together -- me with two inches thrust up her ass, her willing herself to relax. Her breath came out in heaves and shudders, but after fifteen seconds or so she must have gotten used to it, as she slowly began lowering herself again. She repeated this action -- lowering slightly, flinching and tensing up, then waiting until she relaxed -- for several minutes, until finally she sat in my lap, my full throbbing fat seven-plus inches deep up her quivering ass. She still sat gingerly, holding herself lightly on me with her hands gripping the armrests with white-knuckled intensity. She was trembling all over, and I could feel her anal muscles rippling and tightening on me as she tried to relax and control herself. She let out a whimper and a long wavery groan and slowly her body loosened up. A small bead of sweat slowly inched its way down between her shoulder blades and bumped its way down her exquisite spine.

"Raise and lower yourself, Miss Gomez. Just a bit at first."

She grunted and groaned again and then very slowly raised herself up a bit -- maybe an inch, then let herself down gingerly. My impossibly hard cock throbbed in her incredibly tight ass, and I had to will myself not to cum too quickly. She shook her head like a willful mare and her long curly chestnut hair bounced like a mane.

Again she raised herself, this time several inches, and then lowered herself. She started to pick up the pace a bit and I reached around and stroked her breasts from behind. Her nipples were rock hard and erect, and at my touch she leaned back against me and let out a long, sustained trembling moan.

I lifted her ass up until just my mushroom head was poking her rectum and slathered another glob of now slightly warm butter on my shaft. With a gentle tug I pulled her back down, and this time she moaned and shivered as she sat all the way down. My cock must have been buried all the way into her colon as my hairy balls pressed up against her cheeks.

"Fuck you, Mr. Winters! Gahhhhh, you fucking bastard," she moaned, even as she plunged herself down on me again and again, picking up speed and building up a nice froth of butter and pussy juice between our bodies.

She sat down completely and wriggled her ass back and forth a few times, massaging my cock like I've never felt before. Her nipples grew impossibly harder and she mewled and arched her back against me, groaning in ecstasy and pain. Normally I would have exploded way before now, but since I had just cum in her mouth a few minutes earlier I knew I could hold off for a while. With her leaning back against me, sitting on my lap with my cock sheathed in her hot, tight ass, I reached around and down and began stroking her hard, wet, butter-soaked clit.

"Ahhhhh, Senor Winters, stop, please -- don't touch me there."

Holding her on my lap, I swiveled the chair around with my hard cock still buried balls deep in her ass and opened a cabinet. Inside was a small vibrator, one of those tiny ones that women carry around in their purse. This one was about four inches in length, with a rubber tip covered in tiny bumps. The retail name of this little gem was "The Pocket Rocket". Back in my married days my wife used to keep one in her bedside table for us to play with while we fucked. Unfortunately, toward the end of our marriage it only got used about every six months.

I turned it on, and it buzzed with evil intensity. Maria looked down at it in my hands and tensed up. My cock spasmed as she froze, causing her to wince.

"Oh no, Mr. Winters...nooooo," she cried as I ran the vibrating tip over her rock hard nipples. Again, her ass clenched down on my cock, and again she flinched in pain.

I reached around with both hands. With one I held her down by her hip, holding her flush against me, with the other I ran the buzzing tip of the vibrator across the front of her pussy. She gasped and clenched as a quick spasm ripped through her whole body and her tight ass squeezed down on me mercilessly.

"Madre de diooooooooos," she moaned through clenched teeth.

"Here, use this on your clit while I fuck your ass, Miss Gomez." I pressed the vibrator into her hand and reached under her thighs. I started by lifting her up and down slightly on me while she obediently ran the vibrator over her pussy lips.

"Try not to think about my cock up your ass, Miss Gomez. Instead, focus on the pleasure of the vibrator on your clit."

I speeded up my tugs on her ass and we got into a nice rhythm -- her bouncing up and down on my cock while the little vibrator thrummed and whined. She began rubbing the tip up and down her slit, stopping every pass to vibrate wetly against her clit. Each time she touched herself there her ass muscles would ripple tightly, massaging my cock intensely.

Once again I could tell she was close to cumming, as she pressed herself down on me as far as she could and her entire body tensed up. She began to quiver and shake violently, and she let out a long groan and leaned back against me.

"Unh,uhn,uhn -- Oh Diiiiiooooooooooos!" She exclaimed as an incredibly intense climax crashed through her body. I reached up and tightly cupped her breasts and lightly pinched her hard nipples while she moaned and convulsed on my lap. As the waves of orgasm spasmed through her body her ass clenched and unclenched repeatedly, practically milking me with her inner muscles. After several shuddering minutes she was finally spent and the vibrator slipped from her fingers and fell to the floor with a thud, shutting off.

Still rock hard and close to cumming, I lifted her off my cock and stood her up, face down on my desk. She was as limp as a rosy-cheeked marionette and laid down, breasts pressed flat against my desk top, breath coming in gasps and heaves.

I lined up my rock hard cock with her now ravaged anus and pressed into her insistently until my balls were nestled up against coarse pussy hair. She groaned again and splayed out her hands on the desk surface. Once fully inside her I began stroking in and out, in and out. She grunted and pushed back against me, her ass muscles once again squeezing me relentlessly.

I fucked her mercilessly, smacking her ass as I pounded away, sweat flying in all directions, my suit pants in a rumpled heap at my feet. One hand was fisted tightly in her hair, pulling her head back painfully, the other was pinching and smacking her pert cheeks.

When I couldn't take any more I pulled my cock out of her ass and grabbed her by one shoulder and a fistful of hair and spun her around and powerd her to her knees.

"Jerk me off -- jerk me off onto your face, Miss Gomez. Do it!"

She grabbed me and stroked me, my fat, purple cock head poised over her mouth, bobbing up and down. Her hand practically flew over my butter-slick shaft.

"Suck the head while you stroke it, Miss Gomez. Suck it!"

She grimaced and glared at me in absolute hatred, but her mouth popped over the crown of my cock, her tongue swirling around and around. This added sensation put me over the top and without warning I shot a hot load into her mouth and onto her licking tongue. She gagged and retched and pulled her mouth off, but continued stroking. Gush after gush fountained out of my cock and splashed across her nose and forehead, running in rivulets down her face. I took over stroking my cock for her and held her face under my straining cockhead with one hand, rubbing the fat head over her pretty face with the other.
"You know what to do, Miss Gomez...do it now."

Without my having to tell her twice she reluctantly took my shaft into her hand and proceeded to lick up and down my cock, cleaning it thoroughly. Her hot mouth moved over the crown and she sucked her way up and down the shaft, coaxing the last few drops out of my balls.

Totally spent, I fell back into my chair, my cock falling limply to the side. Maria slumped on her knees in front of me, her hands resting on my thighs, her face obscenely glazed, with cum dripping off her chin.

I used my fingers to scoop up gobs of cum and pressed them into her waiting mouth. She would grimace and make ugly faces, but she slurped up everything I gave her, until her face was at least presentable. I handed her my handkerchief and she spent a few moments cleaning herself off.

Finally she peered up at me, her eyes limpid brown pools, and whispered, "Are we good now? If I do this for you, you know, whenever you want, you will keep the police out of it?"

"Yes, Miss Gomez -- as long as you are my sex slave I won't call the police. Now go use the rest room and clean up your face. Oh, and I have a conference call this afternoon with my wife and her lawyer at 2 pm. I want you under my desk and licking my balls by 1:55, do you understand?"

She cast her eyes down to the floor and a flush crept up her neck and cheeks. "Yes, sir. I understand."

As she hustled out of my office I flipped open my day-runner. Running my finger down the page I stopped at 6pm. I drummed my finger over the appointment and smiled.

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Kitchen Makeover


I was bored. Initially our kitchen makeover had been fun, I got to take part in the demolition phase and general clean-up. Now though it was mostly s*******ed workers and they didn't seem to like the home-owner hanging around.

My wife had bailed as soon as they shut off the air conditioning to re-do the duct work, staying at a luxury resort and dropping by only long enough to bitch about the color of this or the position of that. Even though most of the workers didn't speak English I could tell they didn't like it and resented her. Being macho Latinos I could also tell they held me in contempt for letting her ream my ass out for every little problem.

After a while I just stayed back in the rear bedroom we had converted into an office. Computer games got boring and I eventually turned to Internet porn to pass the time.

Actually I was no stranger to the porn, I'm pretty small and had not ever really satisfied my wife, except with my tongue. Like everything else in our marriage she was in charge of our sex life and over the years had been less and less interested in intercourse with me. She still used my oral services from time to time but that's about all. I even suspected that she was not alone in her luxury suite.

After a couple weeks I guess I got careless. They had removed all the doorknobs to paint the doors and I was having a nice wank when one of the workers came to ask a question. I didn't hear him come in and by the time I became aware of his presence it was obvious what I was doing.

He laughed at me and called out to the rest of the crew. I was embarrassed and turned my back to him to cover up but he reached around me and grabbed my wrists. His arms were like steel bands and my wrists hurt as he squeezed them in his huge calloused hands. I could smell his musky sweaty body as he twisted my arms behind my back. This had the effect of powering my crotch out displaying my still? hard cock. As the rest of the crew came to his summons he turned me to face the door. The cat calls and laughter humiliated me to the core. Strangely though my cock was rock hard, if only four inches in length. I heard words like "pun ta" "poquito" and others I didn't understand but I'm sure weren't complementary.

By now I was crying and begging them to let me go. One reached over and slapped me and told me to shut up. In better English than I expected he told me they were tired of my wife's constant complaining and that what she needed was a "good fucking" and it was obvious why she was so bitchy.

Since I was no good as a man they would use me like a woman! I shuddered and burned with offense. Someone reached out and ripped open my shirt, then started to pinch and twist my nipples. I screeched like a girl, they laughed and made fun of my hairless chest. I was shocked to find out all of them spoke and understood English.

Another guy grabbed the sides of my pants and yanked them down around my ankles. The guy holding me from behind shoved me forward and I stumred, ending up falling forward into the crotch of one of my tormentors.

"I think the little fag wants to suck your cock, Carlos!" someone said. "Look he's still got a hard on!"

I did...I mean I didn't want to suck his cock, but for some reamister I was hard.

The one that had been holding me said "Turn him around and give him to me!"

I was spun around to find him sitting in my desk chair with his pants open and about nine inches of hard uncircumsized cock jutting straight up. Someone pushed me forward and I stumred to my knees right between his spread thighs. My face was only inches from the biggest cock I had ever seen, at least in permister. I was frozen in place. I could smell his strong scent and it made my head spin. Could this really be happening?

He reached out and gave me a little slap on the side of my head. "OK, gringo, you know what I want." "Suck it!"

I felt some pressure on the back of my head and slowly moved forward. I was in a trance as my lips touched it. It was burning hot! I jerked my head back like I had touched a hot coal. Whoever was pushing my head cursed and started to cuff me but the guy in the chair grabbed his wrist and stopped him. He shook his head and shifted a little forward in his chair bringing his cock closer to my lips.

"Go ahead, you know you want to" he said. "You have probably done it before."

I hadn't but suddenly I wanted to now. I leaned forward and rested my hands on his hairy thighs and kissed the tip of his cock. It was still hot and I felt a slight jerk. I licked across the top and felt a big jerk. He moaned. The room was deafeningly quiet but charged with electricity. I reached out with my hand and gently, slowly pulled back his foreskin. The aroma was very pungent as it peeled back to reveal an angry purple head. Now was the time. I leaned forward and took the head in my mouth. I felt his hands on the back of my head and he lunged forward sending about four inches into my mouth. I sucked as hard as I could and he groaned. Backing off I pulled off all the way to the head then slowly started back down. This time I got about six inches before it reached the back of my throat. I started to bob up and down each time trying to get a little more in. He had let go of my head when he realized I was willingly sucking him off. I was getting a good rhythm going when he cried out and started to spasm. I think it was the first time I considered what sucking his cock would cause. The first spurt went straight down my throat and I didn't even have to swallow. I started to panic and pull away. He only managed to grab me after I had pulled my mouth off. His huge cock continued to spew all over my face as he held me by my ears. I heard laughter but was blinded by all the cum in my eyes. Finally he stopped cumming and pushed me away. I fell back and managed to get to my hands and knees.

I heard someone say something in Spanish and felt hands pulling me aloft. They carried me into the kitchen and powerd me forward across the unfinished island. Still not able to see I felt a big dick at my lips. I opened my mouth and took him in. This was something I could concentrate on and was doing my best to blow him when I felt some tugging at my ankles. They finally just cut my pants off with a utility knife that they made a point of showing me. I looked at it through cum caked eyes not really understanding why they wanted me to see it.

I understood all to soon as I felt hands powering my legs open and a rough finger power some kind of lube or grease up my ass. I struggled and must have bit down on the guy in my mouth because I soon felt the tip of the utility knife at my throat. That did it for the struggle. I felt what I was sure must be a fence post trying to enter my anus. It hurt! Bad!

Tears were streaming down my face and the guy in my mouth slapped me and told me to get back to work. Hoping that concentrating on giving the best blow job I could would take my mind off my troubles in the rear I put all I had into it. Within minutes he came in my willing mouth. This time I had a chance to taste it. I gagged a little at first but with eight or nine inches of cock pistoning in and out of my ass I figured I had worse problems.

The tears had washed enough cum out of my eyes and I looked around for another cock to suck. I figured I would rather suck than fuck and was actually eager for a new cock. I groaned as a six incher was put before me. Why couldn't HE be the one fucking me? That guy must be hung like a donkey!

Just then I felt the guy bury it in my ass. I could feel the cock pulse as he came. A warm and considering the circumstances, not unpleasant load of cum was deposited deep in my ass. As he pulled out it felt like I was taking a cuckolds brownie, then I felt really empty.

Not for long. Another worker stepped in and started to enter my poor asshole. Either he was more patient and gentle or I was better lubed because it didn't seem to hurt as much. That allowed me to give the one in my mouth more attention. Before long he too was cumming. I was kind of disappointed when he chose to pull out and spray on my face.

By the time the next guy stepped up I was almost enjoying getting fucked. I even started to push back a little to receive it. Soon he too dumped a load in my ass.

This went on for some time. I think everyone had had a blow job and a fuck, some of the cocks were distinctly slimy when I went down on them.

By now I was on my back with my knees up at my shoulders and my head hanging off sucking on the biggest dick there (about ten inches and thick). They were letting me jerk off while someone fucked my ass with a hammer handle. Just as I started cumming I heard my wife screaming. She had walked in to see all that was happening. It must have startled Mr. Big Dick because he pulled away.

I looked up into my wife's eyes. All I could see was contempt. She reached out and grabbed the guy I had been blowing by the cock and brought him forward to my lips.

"You might as well let him finish!" she said. Then to the guy I was sucking, "I don't care how much you use HIM, just finish my FUCKING KITCHEN!". Then she walked away as he dumped another load in my mouth.

Sophie trouve du travail


J ai 20 ans, un physique assez quelconque. Je viens enfin de trouver une place de femme de chambre, merveilleusement bien payée, ainsi que nourrie et logée, dans un superbe manoir, à 600 km de ma ville natale. J ai trouvé cette place grâce à un site d offres d emploi sur le Net. Je quitte Lorient sans regret, mon mari m a quitté, il y a 3 mois.
Le trajet en train me prend une bonne partie de la journée et j arrive enfin à destination vers 16h00, une voiture avec chauffeur m attend, le manoir est très retiré, le trajet est interminable sur des petites routes sinueuses.
Sitôt arrivée, je suis invitée à rejoindre ma chambre dans une mansarde assez coquette. Je me prépare pour être reçue par le maître de maimister. Une autre femme de chambre vient me chercher et me conduit dans le bureau du propriétaire des lieux.
Intimidée, j attends devant la porte close, quand une voix glaciale me convit à entrer. L homme la cinquantaine, un embonpoint certain, le crâne chauve et le cigare à la bouche m invite à m asseoir, je suis terriblement intimidée, seule le tic tac de la pendule sur la cheminée rémisterne dans la pièce. Rapidement, il me pose les questions usuelles Le contrat signé, mon nouveau patron me signifie que l'entretien est terminé et que je peux dès à présent m enquérir du travail à effectuer. L homme ne me quitte pas du regard, quelque chose d infiniment déplaisant me fait frismisterner, rien qu à le regarder.
Par souci de sécurité, il réclame mes papiers d'identité et autres documents afin de les placer dans mister coffre permisternel, sa demande me surprend, néanmoins, je fais ce qu il me demande et tous mes papiers permisternels disparaissent dans mister coffre.
- Une dernière précision, Sophie ! Quand vous vous adresserez à moi, je tiens à ce que vous m appeliez Maître, c est bien entendu ?
Une nouvelle fois, je suis étonnée mais acquiesce cependant et murmure doucement :
- Oui Maître !
Je rejoins immédiatement le reste du permisternel qui m indique le travail qui m incombera, la soirée est déjà bien avancée, j avale un sandwich et je file dans ma chambre me coucher afin d être en forme dès le lendemain matin, aux aurores.
C est seulement en voulant m enfermer à clé, que je constate qu il n y a aucune serrure et donc l impossibilité de condamner ma porte. Je décide d en parler dès demain matin, mais pour le moment, je suis si fatiguée que je me déshabille, et me couche sans attendre.
Epuisée le sommeil ne tarde pas et je plonge dans mes rêves.
J ai froid, c'est l'absence de ma couette sur mon corps dénudé qui me sort de ma léthargie, dans un demi sommeil, je la cherche d une main. Puis vulgarement mes sens en éveil, je me rends compte d une présence dans ma chambre, mes yeux s habituent à l'obscurité et j aperçois la silhouette grassouillette ainsi que l odeur âcre du cigare. Je tente immédiatement de cacher ma nudité, moi qui dors nue depuis toujours. Mais l homme s avance et je vois avec effroi qu il est nu et tient mister sexe dans sa main, je suis tétanisée et n arrive pas à faire le moindre geste, pas un mister ne franchit mes lèvres. Les nuages qui cachaient la clarté de la lune disparaissent et l homme apparaît devant moi très nettement. Son sexe est énorme, luisant, il s avance près de moi, enfin je réagis et tente de m enfuir. Trop tard, il me tient solidement les mains, je chute du lit, il s empare de mes longs cheveux et tire comme un fou, me scandant de lui prendre sa bi.. dans ma bouche, je refuse mais la douleur est intolérable, mister sexe me frôle le visage, je sens une forte odeur qui m écoeure, il me fait trop mal Je me résous enfin à le prendre dans ma bouche, un grognement de satisfaction se fait entendre, sa queue envahit ma bouche, il me dit :
- Tu vas savoir pour quoi le salaire est si bon.. Tu seras à moi à chaque fois que l envie me prendra, à ma complète disposition, suce la queue de ton maître, suce moi bien, petite pu.. !

Des larmes coulent sur mes joues et je continue de sucer mon bourreau, sa main a fini d arracher mes cheveux, il s emploie maintenant à avancer ma tête sur mister sexe à mister rythme, je suis dégoûtée et je n ai qu une envie, qu il finisse vite, ce qui ne tarde pas, le voici qui frismisterne et qui se vide longuement par saccades dans ma bouche, un haut de coeur me submerge vu la quantité de sperme qu il a éjaculé.

Bonne histoire quoique un peu courte, merci. Pour la soi-disant traduction en tête des textes du jour, quel "petit nègre" ! Enfin attendons la suite...

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total-bitch


u'y avait-il Carter qui m'a donné envie de tout faire pour lui obéir?
Il était beau oui, et dégageait la masculinité. Permanent de 6'5 "avec un grand
poitrine virile et la peau d'ébène lisse qu'il était un homme puissant. Ses jambes étaient
très musclé et ses cuisses étaient épais et solides. Sa queue était incroyable ... 7
pouces doux et près de 11 pouces est dure, il a été le rêve d'un enculé viennent
VRAI! Il a été circoncis, et ce petit plus de la peau a conduit ma bouche
Crazy lui plaire!

Mais ce n'était pas seulement mister visage qui était rude et beau, ou mister
corps magnifique qui a fait une poule mouillée comme moi fou de lui - c'est la façon
il m'a traitée, et la façon dont il m'a dominé que m'a donné envie de lui s'il vous plaît.

Je l'ai rencontré dans un club gay, où j'ai voulu aller tous habillés de neuf dans ma
vêtements femme préférée ... oui je suis un T fille, un garçon efféminé, tout ce que vous voulez
téléphonez-moi. Comme Carter m'a expliqué une nuit alors que j'étais sur mes genoux
siphonage sur sa grosse queue portaient le plus joli bustier en velours rouge et culotte
ensemble avec des bas rouges ... sissies doivent être utilisés par tous les hommes à satisfaire
leurs besoins. Puisque nous ne sommes pas vraiment les hommes ni les femmes, nous devons endurer tout ce qu'un
vrai homme comme lui veut que nous fassions, pour nous rappeler notre véritable place dans la vie.

Mon nom est femme Tina, mais Carter cessé d'appeler moi que, après notre première
Quelques dates. Les dates qui consistait à moi d'aller à mister appartement vêtu et
puis lui répondre, supportant ses insultes et ses offenses de
cours. Il appelle simplement me bitch maintenant. Si simple et précis, vous ne
penser?

La dernière fois que j'ai été invité à mister domicile Carter m'a fait strip down to my
lingerie - une camisole douces 2 morceau et tapez sur panty mis en rose pâle avec
dentelle blanche autour du corsage et les jambes, avec un porte-jarretelles blanc et
bas blancs et mes talons en cuir verni blanc. et puis il a dépouillé les
de mister short de basket-ball de long et mister T. .. s'assit sur mister lit avec mister
les jambes écartées et m'ont ordonné de lui trouver une bière. Je suis revenu avec de la bière
rapidement et a servi de lui et comme il aimait la bière j'ai laissé tomber à genoux
devant lui et soigné sur sa queue jusqu'à ce que délicieux, il était difficile et palpitant
dans ma bouche. Son coup de misternette.

"Bitch, la porte!"

J'ai hésité car j'étais habillée comme ça et il m'a giflée à rappeler
moi de ma place.

«Vous ne m'avez pas entendu, salope? Invitons nos clients à l'intérieur tout de suite!

Je me levai et nerveusement alla à la porte en l'ouvrant. Il y avait une
grand homme noir avec un chien en laisse. L'homme se mit à rire quand il m'a vu et
entré dans l'appartement que j'ai hâte fermé la porte, si permisterne d'autre ne
me voir dans ma tenue.

"Damn, Carter! Vous aviez raimister, ceci est un chaud recherchez blanc sissy bitch!"

Comme il restait là, le chien renifle à l'entrejambe de ma culotte et mettre mister
nez à droite sous l'ouverture des jambes et il m'a léché comme je l'ai sauté. Le chien a été
un doberman grand et que je puisse dire - un mâle! Sa langue était chaude et
rauque et envoyé un frismister à travers moi comme elle a continué à me lécher le haut de la cuisse.

"Hey, Leroy, je suis content que vous apporté Rex avec vous! On dirait qu'il aime
Sissy viande trop! "

Les hommes aussi bien ri. Leroy décroché Rex et lui dit de s'asseoir. Il a fait comme
on lui a dit et ses yeux ne m'a jamais quitté. De la façon dont il a été je suis assis
pourrait voir mister grand sac à fourrure et sa queue chien Peeking à partir de la
gaine. Il faisait chaud rose.

"Pourriez-vous regarder que, Leroy! Bitch vérifie déjà les viandes sur
votre chien! Je vous ai dit ce qu'elle était une pute! Bitch, allez nous chercher chaque bière par
et Leroy-vous confortablement!

Leroy a commencé à se déshabiller quand je suis allé à la cuisine et saisi deux plus froid
bières du frigo. Quand je suis revenu j'ai pu voir Leroy nue sur la
canapé. C'était un homme grand, avec un gros ventre et les cuisses d'épaisseur charnue. Son
main caressait négligemment sa queue qui a été bon de neuf pouces et
incroyablement épais.

"Bitch, dansez pour nous et nous montrent ce que tu as! Do it now!"

Je savais mieux que de lui désobéir, comme je l'avais supporté la piqûre de la main
mon cul avant slapping rouge. J'ai commencé à danser comme les gars assis là
commentant négligemment sur mon corps et ce qui a sissy j'étais. Carter s'est vanté
A propos de mes talents.

"Leroy cette chienne peut vraiment sucer des bites un vrai homme's!"

"What about her ass, l'homme?"

"Bitch enlever votre culotte et faire demi-tour pour Leroy ici pour obtenir un bon
Regarde!

J'ai arrêté de danser ma culotte et a glissé vers le sol.

Leroy mit à rire.

"Eh bien, je peux voir pourquoi il s'agit d'un sissy - regardez cette excuse peu sans valeur pour
un coq! Je vois que vous avez fait la chienne rasera tout mister poil - elle rend
look encore plus petit! "

Quelle offense!

"Ouais il est petit tout droit - ne dépend pas cuz aucun cette chienne n'est pas jamais
vas en avoir besoin, comme un vrai homme le ferait. Bitch, tourner autour de nous maintenant et la propagation
vos jambes afin que nous puissions voir votre chatte!

Je l'ai fait et se retourna, répandant sur mes joues glabres à exposer ma serré
rose petit trou.

«L'homme, Carter examine ce trou chaud! Qu'est-ce que c'est que fucking?"

"Je ne sais pas, l'homme - I've been waiting to fuck that pussy pour le droit
moment. Voulu faire est spécial pour la chienne ... rappelez-lui qui elle est.
C'est pourquoi je vous invite à vous et Rex par ici aujourd'hui! "

François Ier s'exclama à ce qu'il dit, mais a continué de se tenir devant eux, un peu courbée
à la taille, exposant lascivement mon petit trou serré pour ces hommes et une
énorme doberman. Serait-ce enfin le jour où Carter me baiser? J'ai eu
pratiqué avec godes et les concombres et les choses, essayer de préparer
moi-même pour sa bite, mais il était si grand, je ne pense pas que je serais en mesure de
manipulez-le, et je ne veux pas le décevoir.

"Bitch mets-toi à genoux ici et montrer notre guest combien vous aimez mon
grosses bites noires! "

J'ai consciencieusement descendit sur mes genoux, regardait le visage de Carter à la luxure et
pencha pour sa virilité. J'ai embrassé le premier, puis passais ma langue sur le
longueur, et a pris la tête dans ma bouche. I was in love again. Tout était
bien dans le monde. Sa queue était dans ma bouche et j'ai commencé à le sucer
comme il l'aimait. J'ai été récompensé par se raidir dans ma bouche et
lancinante. Je regardai par-dessus et un outil de Big Fat Luther fut palpitant et
Bobbing devant mes yeux. J'ai sucé Carter pour une bonne dizaine de minutes. Je ne pouvais
Luther entendre gémir et à commenter sur la façon dont fucking hot Tout ça c'était. Je
On entendait le chien haletant et gémissant comme mon cul ouvert fléchis et pulsé
devant lui. Il a continué à siéger à l'attention. Il était un bon chien!

Luther fit le gros dos, gémit et a tiré sa bite de ma bouche a faim.
Il a tiré sa charge la vapeur d'épaisseur sur tout mon joli visage, obtenant dans mon
maquillage et certains même sur la longueur de mes épaules jolie perruque blonde que j'avais
peignés avec tant de soin pour être assez pour lui.

Il a pris ses doigts et raflé une partie de mister sperme. Il se pencha et
poussé certains d'en faire mon trou du cul comme je gémit. Le reste de mister sperme il
frotté sur mon cul, tout autour de mon trou maintenant collante. Je me sentais si chaud, si
salope.

"Bitch, maintenant je veux vous sucer des bites de Luther - et faire du bon travail!"

J'ai déménagé et regarda dans les yeux de Luther, glacé avec convoitise. J'ai ensuite
abaissé ma langue à la tête et lécha. Il était un peu moites, mais
très virile et j'ai pris la tête dans ma bouche. J'ai léché au fond du puits et
puis mister Big Balls moites, que je connaissais étaient pleines de jus.

"Dieu, Carter! Cette chienne a une bouche chaude! J'aime la façon dont elle me lèche!
Vous avez appris la bien, mon homme!

«Eh bien, Luther c'est vraiment tout dans la formation. Faire ce petit pédé
comprendre qu'elle est vraiment une chienne qui a besoin d'une bite dans sa bouche. Mais je
pense qu'il est temps elle a déménagé sur un nouveau moyen agréable de mâles en utilisant ses
Pussyhole ".

J'ai continué à téter, excités à l'idée d'avoir enfin Carter
Baise-moi, et de prendre mister foutre au fond de mon ventre! Je voulais que cette si mauvaise!

Carter se leva et s'agitait derrière moi, je suppose qu'il s'apprêtait
à coller sa bite en moi. Ce que j'ai ressenti m'a surpris.

Une langue râpeuse chaude était lécher le sperme collant Carter avait mis sur mon
ass joues. C'est sans relâche léchait mes joues, puis léché en travers de mon
trou. J'ai réalisé qu'il n'était pas «Carter, mais Rex, le doberman.

J'ai arrêté de sucer et a essayé de protester mais Luther tire ma tête vers le bas
sur sa queue avec sa main forte et je tortille mon derrière, essayant d'obtenir
loin du chien. Il ne fallait pas, cependant. J'ai été pris au piège.

"Ouais, c'est ça, salope. Détendez-vous et laissez votre nouveau Master obtenir ce trou
prêt!

Carter frotte mon dos et a essayé d'apaiser mes craintes.

"C'est ce que vous avez besoin, bébé - ce que vous avez eu envie ... vous êtes sur le point
être reproduits en maintenant et en faire la chienne total que vous êtes profondément à l'intérieur. Cet
chien a une grosse bite dure lèche déjà votre trou et il va Pound
votre chatte et l'utilisation que vous pour obtenir mister Rocks Off. C'est ce que vous êtes ici sur
terre pour, bébé - de prendre queue d'un mâle et d'être dépositaire de mister sperme --
s'il a deux ou quatre pattes! Détendez-vous et le rendre agréable pour Rex ici! "

J'ai été choqué et s'est mis à pleurer, mes larmes couler sur mon visage et le mixage
avec le jus de coq de Luther, qui était de pompage et sortir de ma bouche.

Luther ordonna au chien de montagne, et je le sentais sauter sur mon dos.
Ses pattes enroulé autour de ma jolie camisole rose et je sentais le bout de mister
Hard Cock piquant à mes joues, en essayant de trouver le trou.

"Écarte tes jambes, le bébé et arquer le dos si Rex peut foutre sa pute!"

J'ai obéi Carter et ressenti la douleur que sa bite trouvé mon trou. Avec plusieurs durs
jabs qu'il avait enterré toute sa bite dans ma chatte. C'était énorme! J'ai deviné
sa queue comme un huit bons centimètres au fond de moi, et il a vraiment saisi ma
taille plus difficile. Je pouvais sentir mister poids sur mon dos et a entendu mister pantalon comme il
pompée dans et hors de moi comme un piston.

C'était si humiliant! J'avais queue d'un chien baise mon trou vierge, et
mister maître humain fucking mon visage à l'autre bout. Il excités comme Luther
vous ne croiriez pas!

"Oh, it's you cunt! Suck my cock tandis que mon bon vieux gros chien baise la
enfer hors de ce cul serré de la vôtre! Damn that's hot! Regardez-le fuck
tu! Qu'est-ce qu'un goujon!

Luther a secoué, qui s'est tenu mon visage serré sur sa bite, et a tiré sur des quantités incroyables
de mancum chaud dans ma gorge.

Comme sa bite ramollie je l'ai gardé dans ma bouche, les soins infirmiers sur elle comme un bébé avec
une tétine. Putain de tête, le chien est devenu plus intense. Je sentais mister
coq avait cessé de croître, tant en longueur et en circonférence comme il a continué
me race. J'ai senti quelque chose de gros et dur à la base pousse contre mon
toujours le trou d'ouverture.

"Veillez à ce que Luther? Rex est ici pour essayer de récupérer mister noeud dans la chienne! Damn
that's hot! "

Je gémissais malgré la bite dans ma bouche et m'ont écarté les jambes encore plus large pour les
bête. Je commençais à aimer le sentiment d'impuissance, de présenter à
un natural comme celui-ci pour mister plaisir. J'ai crié comme je l'ai senti passer le noeud
à travers mon trou et se loger au fond de moi. Fermeture naturelle Ma chatte
action lui emprimisterné à l'intérieur de moi. La douleur était incroyable mais Rex n'arrêtait
essayant de pousser en moi, d'obtenir le plus profondément dans mon trou comme il le pouvait. Je me sentais
comme s'il me déchirer. Ses pattes de devant ont été fermement me prenait
et aujourd'hui ont été à me gratter la peau délicate.

Je gémit et gémit comme je sentais battre mister coq dedans de moi et puis commencer à
Cum. Je ne pouvais réellement sentir jaillir maintes et maintes fois en moi, le remplissage
moi avec mister sperme Chien chaud.

Carter et Luther juste ri à mes gémissements. Luther se leva de
canapé et je suis restée là d'accepter mon sort. Rex avait une quantité incroyable
de sperme de pompage en moi.

«Luther, qui est un beau généalogique d'un chien, vous fait venir ici pour sissy
ce soir! Merci de nous aider dans sa formation! "

«Mon frère plaisir, et vous savez certainement comment choisir votre bitches!
Celui-ci est chaud et avide de bite! Je connais le père Rex est en train de s'amuser!

Rex fini de pompage et après quelques minutes, il se lasse de moi et je voulais
séparés, mais nous avons été enfermés ensemble. Il se retourna et me tira, ass
d'âne, à travers le plancher. Elle était si embarrassante pour essayer de ramper vers l'arrière
sachant que j'étais attaché à un chien qui venait de me élevés. Je sentais mister
jus de commencer à suinter de mon trou endolori.

Les hommes se moquent de moi. Chacun d'eux s'est approché de mon visage et m'a fait
sucer leur bite jusqu'à ce que la queue de mister chien a fait un bond hors de moi. Je me sentais tellement vide,
et suintait de mister jus. Rex alla de l'autre côté de la salle et
commencé à lécher sa bite et couilles. J'ai regardé dans la luxure, sur le coq qui
venait de me faire empaler. Il a été mon premier, je pense ...

Carter a pris sa bite dure et le fourra à droite dans mon bien-hole fucked. Il
fucked-moi en levrette, et quoique coq de Rex a été énorme, ce n'était rien
par rapport à Carter. Mon trou a été bien graissés pour lui et comme il me baise
il m'a rappelé que j'étais sa chienne, à utiliser comme bon lui semble. J'ai dit qu'il était
de baiser tous ceux qu'il a décidé, et seulement baiser avec sa permission. Il a martelé
moi pour une bonne vingtaine de minutes comme je grogne et a accepté mister coq. Quand il
venu, il hurlait et tronçonnés en moi vraiment difficile.

«Luther - aller de l'avant et baiser cette chienne maintenant, je sais que tu veux!"

Luther mis en position et me donna un baiser long et lent. Il se sentait si
Nice - j'en avais besoin so! Après quelques minutes, c'en était trop pour lui. Il
tiré sa charge au fond de moi.

Il sortit et lui et Carter habillé et ils m'ont dit qu'ils commençaient à manquer
pour la bière. J'ai juste posé là, mon ouvert Pussyhole et douloureux et ne fuit cum.

Quand ils mistert revenus de leur bière terme, ils trouvent Rex avec mister big hard
coq à nouveau profondément dans mister trou de chienne. J'ai poussé le dos contre lui, voulant
plus parler de lui en moi. J'ai gémi comme une chienne en chaleur, qui est ce que j'avais
devenir.

J'étais une créature devenue folle pour un coq dans mon trou ... queue d'un homme ... d'un chien
coq ... il n'a pas d'importance. Il était de mon devoir de fournir un trou chaud pour coq.

Comment je suis devenue une bonne chienne soumise


Bonjour. Je m'appelle Sonia. Grande, brune, je suis plutôt pas mal il parait. En tous cas, c'est ce que me disent souvent les hommes. Je suis marié depuis 10 ans. J'ai 1 enfant. .. Je suis une bonne épouse, bonne mère de famille.Enfin.je l'étais.Ma vie a radicalement changé un jour de soldes !! Laissez-moi vous raconter comme je suis devenue une bonne chienne soumise.


Les soldes avaient donc commencé depuis 2 jours et, comme toutes femmes qui se respecte, je brûlais d'envie de faire les boutiques et de profiter des réductions à -50 % !Il faisait une journée de rêve...Le printemps pointai enfin mister nez et une douce chaleur réchauffait les cours, et les sens.Très élégante dans une jupe plissée, qui m'arrivait à mi-mollet, sur des collants clairs, je marchais d'un pas léger dans le centre-ville, les talons hauts de mes escarpins claquaient joyeusement sur le trottoir.J'entrais dans une boutique de prêt à porter que j'avais déjà repéré ; Elle se situai au fond d'une ruelle. Je jetai un oil sur les robes, jupes et autres pantalons dont les réductions étaient vraiment alléchantes. Il n'y avait permisterne dans la boutique, à part la gérante. Une jeune fille d'une vingtaine d'années ; Grande, les cheveux court, en minijupe qui lui arrivait à mi-cuisses. Les talons de ses bottes la grandissaient. Elle me proposa mister aide et je lui demandais d'essayer une robe. Elle me dirigea vers la cabine d'essayage. Je tirais le rideau et me déshabillait.


J'étais en sous-vêtements, slip et soutien-gorge, n'ayant gardé que mon collant et mes escarpins quand, levant la tête, j'aperçu une camera vidéo pointer vers moi !! Outrée, j'appelais la gérante. Elle écarta le rideau et je me couvris la poitrine en me protégeant de la robe. Je lui demandais des explications sur la présence de cette caméra.
Elle m'expliqua qu'elle avait eu plusieurs vols et que par conséquent elle avait installé cette camera de vidéo surveillance. Ce qui n'était pas très grave, puisque ces clients étaient exclusivement féminines et qu'elle était elle même une femme. Folle de rage, je lui signalais que je trouvais cette attitude scandaleuse et que j'allais porter plainte pour *** de la vie privée. Le ton monta rapidement.La gérante voulut récupérer sa robe et elle me l'arracha, la déchirant !
- C'est malin ! Hurla-t-elle. Y va falloir la payer maintenant, je vous préviens.
Scandalisée, je refusais de payer.La gérante me regarda avec un air mauvais et m'agrippant les cheveux, elle me tira hors de la cabine. Me faisant couiner de douleur.
- Petite salope ! Me cria la gérante, tu vas voir comment je les mate les bourgeoises friquées comme toi.
Je tentais de me dégager, affolée par la tournure que prenaient les événements.
Elle me claqua les fesses violement et je me retrouvais vite à genoux devant elle. Elle me donna une gifle et des larmes me montèrent aux yeux. Pas du tout attendri, elle me força à courber l'échine, me mettant à quatre pattes sur le sol. Elle me cingla de nouveau les fesses !
- Non.Non.je vous en supplie, arrêtez, je vais vous rembourser.
Les coups redoublèrent sur mes fesses, je couinais, ondulant du cul pour tenter de me dégager.
Elle me releva et elle abaissa les balconnets de mon soutien-gorge. Méchamment, elle me pinça les pointes de mes seins. Je hurlais sous la douleur. Elle s'accroupit me caressant les seins.
- Tu vas aimer, salope, t'es pas la première tu sais, j'ai mon petit harem.J'adore humilier les bourgeoises dans ton genre.
Elle me poussa en arrière, me forçant à m'allonger; Elle se jeta sur moi, me léchant les tétons avec fougue. Me les mordillant...Je gémis.Se mettant à califourchon sur mon ventre, elle me malaxa les seins sans douceur en ricanant, une lueur lubrique dans le regard.J'essaie de la désarçonner, mais elle est plus forte que moi ! Je la supplie d'arrêter.Elle se pencha et ses lèvres se posèrent sur les miennes.Ecourée, je résiste.Sa langue power le barrage de mes lèvres, elle s'enroule autour de la mienne. Je ressens soudain une douce chaleur dans mon bas-ventre...Mon corps mollit.Et je lui rends mister baiser. Sa main me caresse toujours ma poitrine. Elle se recula et elle déchira mon collant. Elle tira sur mon slip dégageant ma chatte. Elle passa ses doigts sur ma vulve.
-T'es trempée, petite salope.
C'est vrai, elle a raimister, je ne peux le nier.Je suis inondée.Je n'arrive pas a comprendre pourquoi. Je suis en train de me faire violer par une femme qui pourrait être ma fille, et je suis complètement excitée. Je sursautais quand mister index s'engouffra dans ma chatte. Puis un deuxième doigt.Elle fit des va et vient dans mon bas-ventre. Je donnais un coup de reins involontaire.Elle me titilla le clitoris.Elle le malaxa.Je ne résiste plus, je gémis de plus en plus, honteuse d'être traiter de la sorte.Elle me tapa sur les cuises et docilement, j'ouvris les jambes. Cela dura de longues minutes, je sentais l'orgasme arriver et je secouai la tête dans tous les sens, arquant mon corps, me mordant les lèvres.Elle s'arrêta soudain me laissant au bord de l'évanouissement !
- Tu jouiras quand je te le dirais petite pute, t'es vraiment une salope !
Je fus mise à quatre pattes et je dus faire le tour de la boutique. Les coups sur mes fesses reprirent. La gérante, dont je ne connais toujours pas le nom, m'ordonna de venir renifler sa chatte. Elle releva sa jupe. Dessous, elle n'avait aucun sous vêtement. Sa chatte était rasée. Elle m'agrippa les cheveux et me força à venir lécher sa vulve dégoulinante. Je passais timidement ma langue sur mister clitoris. Elle appuya encore plus fort et je m'appliquais. Elle donna des coups de reins me traitant de pétasse.
Elle eu un orgasme et me repoussa violemment, le souffle court.
- C'est bien.tu sais y faire finalement.
Elle me releva et me força à me courber sur un bureau, les seins écrasés contre le bois. Je frémis quand je sentis qu'elle m'enfonçait un objet dans ma chatte. Elle le fit coulisser rapidement. Je poussais un gémissement plaintif. Je ne comprends pas de quoi il s'agit et je tente de tourner la tête.Je reçois un coup sur ms fesses.
- Ne te retourne pas salope.
Chaque injure m'excite encore plus, je mouille abondamment, je sens la cyprine qui coule le long de mes cuisses. Je suis dans un état indescriptible, il faut que je jouisse ou je vais devenir folle.Ma tourmenteuse agite l'objet dans mon vagin de plus en plus rapidement.J'halète, je gémis, mes ongles griffent le bois du bureau.L'orgasme déferla comme un tsunami, un cri jaillit de mes poumons me laissant pantelante.L'objet fut retiré et la gérante me retourna, me forçant à m'agenouiller à ses pieds, un sourire ironique aux lèvres.
- T'as pris ton pied, hein ma salope ?
Rougissante, je baissai les yeux.Elle me montra le gode avec lequel elle venait de me branler. Elle m'ordonna d'ouvrir la bouche et je dus le sucer comme une bite d'homme. Mes lèvres autour du sex-toy, je salivais dessus.


Je me relevais et me rhabillais, soulagée que cela soit terminé. Du moins, je le pensais..
La gérante, qui me dit s'appeler Kathy, me montra la camera au dessus de la caisse. Je frémis.Oh mon dieu !
- Si tu ne veux pas que la cassette atterrisse sur le bureau de ton mari ou se retrouve sur Internet, y va falloir revenir me voir. Tu passeras tous les jours. Change de fringues ! Tu t'habille comme une nonne.Dorénavant, jupes courtes, bas et porte-jarretelles. Je te veux comme une pute ! J'ai des copines à te présenter..

Encore deux bonnes histoires... mais est-il vraiment indispensable de copier des textes provenant de programmes de traduction automatique qui délivrent un résultat avoisinant plus le patagon qu'une langue bien précise ? Merci et bonne continuation

je l'avais que comme sa

Olaf

Ainsi étaient-ils déçus ? Eh bien moi, cette histoire commençait sérieusement à me gonfler. J’ai encore laissé tomber. Grave erreur. Hier soir, trois types m’attendaient devant chez moi au moment où je rentrais du travail. Sans me laisser le temps de réagir, ils m’ont attaché les mains derrière le dos et m’ont jetée dans leur voiture. Après un long trajet dans la nuit, ils m’ont traînée dans un bureau impermisternel, sans autre aménagement qu’une table de travail, un tabouret et un lavabo. Un des types a pris une feuille de papier qui se trouvait sur le bureau et s’est mis à la brandir sous mon nez.
— Bon, fini de rire ! Tu n’as pas voulu répondre à nos messages, on va te reposer les questions. Si tu réponds correctement, tout va bien se passer. Sinon…
— OK, pas de lézard ! dis-je en espérant m’attirer leurs bonnes grâces.
— Comment as-tu connu Revebebe ?
— Par hasard, en surfant sur le Net.
— Par hasard ? Ne t’avise pas de nous rouler dans la farine ! On n’est jamais « par hasard » sur le net ! Je répète, comment as-tu connu Revebebe ?


Là, ils exagéraient. Je n’allais quand même pas me laisser manipuler par ces connards. Je fais ce que je veux, surtout sur le net. Les pseudos, ce n’est pas pour les chiens. J’ai joué la fière, pour tenter le coup.
— Je répète, par hasard, en surfant sur le net.


Je n’ai rien vu venir. Une monstrueuse baffe m’a fait tomber de ma chaise. Les mains liées dans le dos, j’étais incapable de me relever seule. De rage, je suis arrivée à rassembler mes powers et à me mettre à genoux. Ils m’ont replacée sans ménagement sur mon siège.
— Petit avertissement entre amis. Il est tard, et on n’est pas d’humeur ! dit le balaise qui semblait mener la discussion. Ou tu craches le morceau et tu nous donnes des réponses raimisternables, ou c’est tes dents que tu vas cracher. Vu ?
— C’est bon, pas besoin de s’énerver, j’ai compris.


J’ai réalisé l’horreur de la situation au moment où nos regards se mistert croisés. Rien à foutre de mes réponses, il était là pour me détruire. Et je ne pouvais rien y changer. Je me mis à trembler, mon cœur tapa à deux cents à l’heure, la panique me tétanisa, au point de ne plus savoir que dire ni que faire.
— Au bout de combien de temps as-tu envoyé ta première histoire ?
— Six mois.
— Comment as-tu réagi aux premières critiques reçues concernant cette histoire ? Étaient-elles bonnes ? T’ont-elles surprise ?
— C’étaient des critiques sur mon style. Je les ai considérées comme un encouragement. J’étais plutôt surprise qu’on prenne mon texte au sérieux.


Le type sembla momentanément satisfait. De toute façon, j’étais sûre qu’il connaissait les réponses mieux que moi. Il me testait. Le pire était à venir.
— Qu’attends-tu des évaluations ?
— La confirmation que je n’écris pas des trucs trop cons.
— Qu’est-ce que Revebebe pour toi ?
— Le meilleur site de littérature érotique. Vraiment, le meilleur.
— Si ce que tu dis est vrai, que ferais-tu sans Revebebe ?
— Ben, je sais pas… peut-être que je publierais ailleurs. Je n’en sais rien, je n’arrive pas à l’imaginer.
— Qu’est-ce qui te motive à écrire et à publier sur Revebebe ?
— Le plaisir d’être lue.
— Le plaisir, nous y voilà ! Ah, la salope ! Faire bander les mecs, hein, c’est ça qui t’excite ! Alors la question suivante va te passionner : quel est l’apport de Revebebe sur ta vie sexuelle ?


Il aurait fallu pouvoir leur donner ce qu’ils voulaient entendre pour sortir de cette spirale de violence. Il aurait fallu pouvoir leur faire un film bien juteux, leur décrire des nuits de folie par le menu. Mais je crevais trop de trouille, ma tête était vide.
— Je vis seule, je n’ai pas de vie sexuelle. Alors, si vous voulez, Revebebe m’aide à me défouler… C’est ça, me défouler.


J’aurais voulu pouvoir me protéger contre cette insupportable intrusion dans mon intime. Mais à chaque mot, je m’attendais à ce que mon bourreau me colle une nouvelle gifle. Juste comme ça, pour le plaisir. Comme d’autres écrivent sur Revebebe.
Les types se montrèrent de nouveau plus menaçants. Je me savais irrémédiablement perdue, si je n’arrivais pas très vite à trouver un moyen de les amadouer. Ça me paniquait de n’avoir aucune idée de ce qui pouvait les pousser à exiger des réponses aussi connes. Il devait y avoir quelque chose de caché derrière tout cela.
Et d’abord qui étaient les membres de ce collectif ? Même Revebebe semblait n’en rien savoir. Ou s’en foutre. Sauf que là, on était franchement hors charte.
— Comment vis-tu la critique ? Comment réagis-tu aux bonnes et – surtout – aux mauvaises critiques ?
— Comme tout le monde, je pense, je…


La baffe fut de nouveau terrifiante. Exactement au même endroit que la première, ce qui la rendit encore plus douloureuse. Sauf que cette fois, j’étais tellement crispée que je tins le choc et pus rester sur mon siège. Cela n’empêcha pas les larmes de gicler de mes yeux. Combien de temps allais-je pouvoir encore supporter cela ?
— Parce que tu vas nous faire croire que tu es comme tout le monde ? Madame écrit sur Revebebe, comme tout le monde. Madame publie sur la toile, comme tout le monde. Madame accepte les critiques, comme tout le monde.


Le type m’empoigna par le haut de ma blouse et me souleva de mon siège. Les boutons lâchèrent. Il s’en aperçut immédiatement. Au plaisir de me faire souffrir allait maintenant s’ajouter l’excitation du spectacle.
— Eh, les gars, z’avez vu, elle est bien foutue, miss « comme tout le monde » ! Visez un peu ces nichons !


Il me laissa retomber sur le tabouret. D’un geste sec, il fit craquer les derniers boutons, avant de s’emparer de mes seins à pleines mains. Tendue comme un arc, je m’attendais à ce qu’il pince cruellement mes mamelons, pour le plaisir de m’entendre hurler. Mais il n’en fit rien. Au contraire, après m’avoir copieusement pétrie, il me tourna le dos et partit rejoindre les autres, me laissant tremblante de peur et de dégoût, à deux doigts de pisser dans ma culotte.

Un deuxième gars, nettement plus jeune, prit le relais, sans cesser de regarder mes seins, que le soutien-gorge ne protégeait plus vraiment. Alternance des douleurs, déstabilisation psychologique, les types faisaient un vrai travail de pros.
— Qu’est-ce qui t’agace sur Revebebe, au point de t’avoir déjà donné envie de claquer la porte ?
— Les chichiteurs sur le forum, les donneurs de leçons à la petite semaine. Marre de leurs messages au kilomètre.
— Qu’est-ce qui te plaît, sur Revebebe, et qui t’ôte à chaque fois l’envie de claquer la porte ?
— Si je savais, c’est…
— Attention, Madame « comme tout le monde », on a dit honnêtes, les réponses ! éructa celui qui avait commencé l’interrogatoire et qui se tenait momentanément en retrait.
— Que voudrais-tu voir changer en premier lieu, et dans quel sens ? reprit le plus jeune.
— La page d’accueil. Trop chargée, trop d’informations redondantes.
— Quel est l’apport de Revebebe sur ton goût pour l’écriture ?
— Il me donne envie de continuer à écrire, d’améliorer mon style, de travailler mon scénario.
— Comment ton entourage vit-il tes habitudes Revebebeiennes ?
— Je vis seule, je n’en parle à permisterne. Surtout pas au travail.
— Lis-tu également sur Revebebe ? Si oui, qu’aimes-tu surtout y lire ?
— Je regarde au fur et à mesure tout ce qui est publié. Je reviens plus tard en détail sur ce qui me semble bien écrit, quand j’ai du temps pour moi. J’ai aussi mes auteurs préférés.
— Quel pourcentage de tes heures de loisir estimes-tu consacrer à Revebebe ?


L’interrogatoire semblait prendre une tournure plus conciliante. Cela ne suffit pas à me rassurer pour autant. Les questions devenaient plus intimes, et je ne voulais justement pas en arriver là. En plus, le rythme était de plus en plus rapide. Ils ne me laissaient plus le temps de réfléchir. Ils cherchaient visiblement à me faire cracher quelque chose, sans que j’arrive à comprendre quoi. En me poussant à la faute, ils se donnaient aussi le droit de s’acharner sur moi.
— Quel pourcentage ? Mais c’est ridicule, cette question ! Je n’en sais rien, moi, je ne compte pas…


Un des types s’approcha de moi par-derrière. La peur revint tordre mes tripes.
— Quelles choses ne voudrais-tu pas voir modifier ? , susurra-t-il à mon oreille.
— La liste des meilleurs auteurs. Et puis les mises en avant des meilleurs textes, oui, c’est ça, les mises en avant !
— Comment ont évolué tes envois ? Écris-tu aujourd’hui le même genre de textes qu’au début ?
— J’envoie un texte tous les trois mois environ. Oui, mes textes ont évolué, mais je ne peux pas vous dire pourquoi, je…
— Tu ne peux ou tu ne veux pas dire pourquoi ? cria-t-il en me menaçant de sa main.


Je fondis en larmes. C’en était trop. Mais que voulaient-ils, à la fin ? J’avais trop peur, je n’en pouvais plus. Comment leur dire, dans ces conditions, ce qui me motive à écrire ? En d’autres circonstances, peut-être, mais là, impossible.
Le premier type qui attendait dans un coin de la pièce revint vers moi, sans doute de manière à parfaire l’éducation de ses acolytes.
— Tu ne vois pas qu’elle se fout de ta gueule ? Tu ne vois pas qu’elle ne te prend même pas au sérieux. Elle n’a pas répondu à ta question, là ! Te laisse pas faire, te laisse pas faire ! se mit-il à hurler comme un malade.


L’autre, galvanisé, se jeta sur moi. Le troisième le retint.
— Attends ! C’est peut-être une âme sensible. Ne la brusque pas trop. Qui sait si elle ne se montrera pas plus coopérative en la prenant par le bon bout ?


Je m’attendis à une nouvelle volée de coups. Il se contenta de dégrafer mon soutif. Puis il s’amusa à faire rouler entre ses doigts mes pointes raidies de panique et de froid.
— Eh ! le bleu, t’as vu comme elle frismisterne ? C’est un signe infaillible, jubila-t-il. Comme je dis toujours, un zeste d’élégance et les nanas te tombent dans les bras.
— Je vous en supplie, laissez-moi, je vous dirai tout ce que vous voulez, mais laissez-moi, laissez-moi !


Tentative aussi inutile que désespérée. Pratiquement nue, menottée, j’étais entièrement à leur merci. Aucun mec ne résiste à cette forme de jouissance. Une violente contraction remonta de mes tripes. Je n’eus pas la power de réagir. Un jus âcre et puant remonta d’un coup dans ma bouche et mon nez. Je me mis à cracher, à suffoquer, manquant de peu de perdre le souffle, pendant que mon estomac se vidait sur mon ventre et mes cuisses.
Les types hurlèrent comme des porcs. L’un deux avisa une sorte de cuvette qu’il remplit d’eau glacée et me lança à la figure. Ils semblaient fous de rage. Leur proie leur échappait. Impossible de prendre mister pied avec une loque dégoulinante de bave et de vomi.
Malgré la souffrance et l’offense, je trouvai la power de me redresser sur mon siège, prête à les insulter pour augmenter encore leur colère et leur dégoût. Prête à tout, pourvu qu’on en finisse.
Le contraire se produisit. Après avoir échangé quelques mots à voix basse, deux des types sortirent de la pièce, laissant le plus jeune seul avec moi. Il trouva un chiffon crasseux, qu’il imbiba d’eau froide, avant de prendre tout mister temps pour m’essuyer, s’attardant longuement sur mon visage et ma poitrine. Dans d’autres circonstances, il en aurait presque été attendrissant.
— Pourquoi résistes-tu ? Ils ne te lâcheront pas, tu le sais bien !
— Vous n’avez pas le droit de me poser ces questions ! Je ne veux pas déballer toute ma vie devant des inconnus.
— Mais, on n’est pas des inconnus, on est tous de Revebebe ! De toute façon, avec ce que tu as écrit sur le site, on en sait un rayon sur tes fantasmes, tes orgasmes à répétition, ta préférence pour les éjaculations sur les seins, et tout le toutim. Alors un peu plus, un peu moins ! Si on te dit que c’est pour le bien de Revebebe, tu pourrais faire un effort, non ?
— Mais je me fous de Revebebe comme de ma première culotte ! J’écris pour moi, pas pour lui.
— Évidemment, ça change tout ! dit-il en esquissant un sourire avant de se redresser.


Après un bref moment de répit, d’une voix lasse, il se remit à poser ses questions. Précisément celles dont je ne voulais pas parler avec des inconnus.
— Quel est généralement ton processus créatif ? Quand et comment es-tu le plus inspirée, en général ?
— J’écris lentement. D’abord un brouillon, des idées, des notes sur une page blanche, à la main. Puis je reprends, je mets en forme, à grands traits. Après, je laisse reposer. Si l’envie revient, alors je rédige. Puis je corrige, re-rédige, recorrige, et ainsi de suite.
— Tu écris lentement ? Passes-tu beaucoup de temps à te relire et corriger ?
— Je réécris des dizaines et des dizaines de fois. Je ne suis jamais satisfaite de moi.
— Tu te lèves la nuit pour écrire ?
— Quand j’ai un texte en route, je n’arrive souvent plus à dormir. Il faut que ça sorte, jusqu’au petit matin.
— Et là, épuisée, tu t’endors sur ta table de travail, ou sur le sofa du séjour, c’est ça ?
— Comment savez-vous ?
— On a déjà collecté pas mal de réponses.
— Mais alors pourquoi vous acharner sur moi ? Qu’est-ce que je vous ai fait ?
— Ce n’est pas nous qui décidons, désolé, ordre d’en haut !
— En haut, qui ?


Les deux autres revinrent à ce moment dans la pièce. Ils avaient sans doute tout organisé entre eux et s’étaient éloignés pour guetter mes réactions derrière une vitre sans tain. Le plus grand me reprit immédiatement en mains.
— Là, tu vois, notre patience est à bout ! Ce qui t’est arrivé jusqu’à maintenant, c’est juste le début de ce qui t’attend si tu continues à faire la blonde ! cracha-t-il, le visage à quelques centimètres du mien, mister haleine pestilentielle envahissant immédiatement mes narines.
— Il nous reste quatre questions à te poser ! proféra le deuxième type, collé contre mon dos, ses mains se promenant sur ma peau nue. Ça peut se passer très mal ou très bien, à toi de voir.


Avant la fin de sa phrase, il m’arracha un hurlement de douleur et de terreur en griffant les pointes de mes seins. Je me débattis et finis par tomber à genoux devant eux. Exactement ce qu’ils attendaient.
Je n’ai pratiquement plus aucun souvenir depuis ce moment. Sauf qu’ils m’ont demandé si j’avais des trucs à divulguer. J’ai dû crier quelque chose qui ne leur a pas trop plu. Ils m’ont de nouveau bousculée. Puis ils m’ont fait dire ce que je pensais des autres auteurs, si je correspondais en dehors avec certains d’entre eux. Dans l’urgence, j’ai inventé des messages, des rencontres à deux, à trois. Ainsi roulée en boule à leurs pieds, nue, sans aucune emprise sur ce qui pouvait encore arriver, j’étais prête à dire n’importe quoi.
C’est alors qu’est venue la question la plus inattendue. Celle qui était sans doute la raimister de tout ce délire.
— Utilises-tu plusieurs pseudonymes pour publier sur Revebebe ? Si oui, reçois-tu des critiques fort différentes d’un pseudo à l’autre ? À ton avis, pourquoi ?


J’ai juré n’avoir jamais eu d’autre pseudo, jamais. Ils m’ont encore demandé si j’avais quelque chose à ajouter. Ça sentait la fin. Tout s’est mis à tourner autour de moi.

Couchée face contre terre, j’ai mal, j’ai froid, j’ai envie de vomir. Ai-je été longtemps inconsciente ?
Je perçois un mouvement au-dessus de moi. Quelqu’un pose une couverture sur mon corps meurtri avant d’approcher ses lèvres de mon oreille. Je reconnais l’odeur du plus jeune gars, la moins répugnante.
— Désolé, m’dame, mais on n’a fait qu’obéir aux ordres.


Il s’éloigne discrètement. Je replonge.
À mon réveil, la chaleur de la couverture apaise mes douleurs. Ils ont aussi posé une chemise d’homme sur mes épaules nues. Touchante attention !
Je trouve enfin la power de me lever. Regardant autour de moi, je constate qu’ils m’ont déplacée dans une sorte de cave, dont la porte est ouverte. Je suis donc libre. Alors, à quoi bon tout ce cirque ? J’avise un bout de papier accroché à la poignée de la porte.