les histoires de chrislebo

Chapitre 3



Le lendemain matin, je préparais le petit déjeuner quand vint Elaine
vers le bas, encore dans sa chemise de nuit. J'ai dit qu'elle avait de mieux
pressé et de m'habiller ou nous serions en retard.

«J'ai téléphoné au malade», répondit-elle, et avec un mal
grin a déclaré: "Mme Andrews a été très bonne à dire, elle
a indiqué qu'elle demanderait à la pop Lenny cet après-midi à faire
sûr que je suis OK. On dirait que vous allez être pressé aujourd'hui.
Moi aussi!

Ayant travaillé tard, je suis rentré à sept, pour être
accueilli par Elaine encore dans sa chemise de nuit. Elle a pris une grande
plaisir à me dire ce qu'est une dynamique, le patron d'estoc I
eu, qui savait ce qu'il voulait et sortit et l'obtint.
Aussi qu'il n'a jamais quitté un emploi jusqu'à ce qu'elle ait été achevée
à la satisfaction de tous. Je ne pouvais pas prendre plus, et
allé se coucher tôt.

Le lendemain, à l'heure du déjeuner, Elaine est venu dans mon bureau et
se dirigea vers Lenny. L'embrasser chaleureusement, elle se demande
où il allait la conduire à se faire baiser pour la prochaine
heure ou deux.

"Pourquoi pas ici, en face de la poule mouillée», a renchérit
Sharon.

«Il mai obtenir de sortir de cette jouissance, a répliqué
Elaine.

"Peut-être, répondit Sharon", mais l'offense de le faire
en face de lui avec moi à regarder l'emporteront sur cela. "

"Mmm, a déclaré Elaine," sounds good. Verrouiller la porte vous
Sharon? "Sharon a fait ce qu'elle a été posée et s'installa dans
mister siège.

"Asseyez-vous dans cette chaise avec le dos au mur, ma femme
m'a ordonné. Comme un chien chiot pathétique, j'ai obéi. Elle
Lenny se tenait en face de moi, et s'agenouilla devant lui. Ouverture
mister pantalon, elle a sorti le coq mammouth qui avait été
cuckolding moi pour les derniers jours. François Ier s'exclama à haute voix.

«Magnifique, n'est-ce pas?" Elaine roucoulaient comme elle a tenu
amoureusement à la main, s'embrasser doucement la tête avant
le prendre dans sa bouche.

«Regarde comment elle est l'étirement des lèvres de votre femme, dit en riant
Sharon, «penser juste ce qu'il fera pour la chatte!"

Quand Lenny a eu assez de succion, il a soulevé Elaine up
et lui tourna vers moi. Penché en avant, elle pressa
ses mains sur mes épaules et regarda droit dans les
mes yeux.

«Il va me baiser maintenant John, vous allez être
cocu devant vos yeux, avec le secrétaire de votre recherche
, et je vais l'aimer! Je ne réalisais pas à quel point
cela me pasmisters d'avoir à vous regarder. "Pendant ce temps
passe, Lenny avait obtenu en place derrière elle. Avec un
poussée, il est entré con de ma femme, ce qui porte un haut GASP
d'elle.

«Oh que c'est Lenny, mettez cette belle bite noire en moi
jusque dans les couilles. Fuck Me Slowly, montrer à mon mari
pourquoi il ne reçoit pas tout! Me faire jouir comme vous l'avez fait la dernière
nuit, me faire crier votre nom et vous prie de me laisser
vous avez votre semence au fond de mon ventre!

Jouir à fond de la scène, Sharon a pris l'acte.

"That's it Lenny, la baiser dur. Montrez-lui que le noir est
mieux, lui montrer qu'elle n'a pas besoin de mister mari inutile
plus, en faire votre femme! "

«Il a déjà fait cela, souffla Elaine,« Je ne peux pas faire
sans mister coq, il peut me baiser quand il veut
n'importe quand n'importe où. Give It To Me Lenny, me faire jouir comme
vous avez fait hier soir, me faire crier votre nom et vous prie
pour votre semence au fond de moi! "Les mots me frappa comme un
Sledgehammer, et je savais que je perdais mon épouse pour la
souci d'un fantasme.

Après un moment, Lenny a commencé à accélérer et fuck Elaine
encore plus difficile. Je pouvais sentir la pression que ses axes
poussé ses mains dans mes épaules. Elaine est devenu plus
vocales que je n'ai jamais entendue.

"Come on amant, me violer devant mon mari, appelez-moi
votre salope, votre chienne suceuse putain. Montrez-lui que je suis
la vôtre, et qu'il m'a perdu. Faites-lui un pathétique
cocu wimp. Oh vous salaud me fais CUM!. Je
ne supporte pas le plaisir, Oh LENNY! Sur ce, elle
remise à un orgasme puissant, quelque chose que je n'avais jamais
vu en trois ans de mariage.

Après avoir pris quelques instants pour composer elle-même, Elaine
levons, rouge et rayonnante.

«C'était génial», dit Sharon, "vous devriez lui faire
lécher votre propre chatte après que l'humilier encore
plus!

«Je pense que nous allons sauver ce traitement pour une autre fois»,
Elaine a répondu, "Let's go back to my house and fuck Lenny
L'après-midi là. "

"Mais nous avons des chiffres de ventes du mois pour sortir, je
protesté.

«Alors vous allez travailler tard" craché Lenny. "Il
me donnera plus de temps pour le plaisir de votre belle femme. Je
parie que vous n'avez jamais vu sa avoir un orgasme comme si elle avait
en ce moment. Eh bien elle va avoir beaucoup plus comme ça
avant de rentrer chez vous! "

"Oui!" squealed Elaine, «Come on Lenny, je ne peux pas attendre!
Ils ont adapté leurs vêtements et à gauche.

«Vous perverti peu mauviette!" Sharon se moquaient de moi, "Call
vous un homme? "

"Vous ne pouvez pas me parler comme ça", je proteste: «Je vais
rapport que vous avez à Mme Andrews. "

«Allez-y, dit-elle en riant. J'ai frappé à la porte de Mme André.

«Qu'est-ce que c'est?" dit-elle avec irritation.

"Je crains que je dois signaler que ma secrétaire a
été insolent », j'ai commencé.

"Secrétaire Lenny's, at-elle corrigé. «Qu'est-ce qu'elle a fait
dit?

"Elle m'a appelé une mauviette perverti", je l'ai expliqué.

"Réponds-moi deux questions. Avez-vous encourageons à votre femme de
fuck les autres hommes?

«Euh, oui."

«Ça te fait pervertie. Votre femme est maintenant mon fucking
fils et de vous refuser le sexe. Avez-vous fait à ce sujet
it? "

"Non"

«Cela fait de vous une mauviette. Sortez.

J'ai laissé le sentiment de bureau que chaque femme était contre
moi.

Chapitre 4



Elaine affaire avec Lenny poursuivis sans relâche. À propos de
trois semaines après mister lancement, Mme Andrews m'a appelé dans
mister bureau.

«Je suis une fête à mon domicile le vendredi soir, at-elle
a commencé », tous les membres du permisternel seront présents, plus ma
deux autres fils, James et Stephen qui mistert en baisse par
Université. Votre femme se rendra en tant qu'invité Lenny, et
Je vais vous demander d'aider à servir les clients. "Je
ouvert la bouche pour protester, mais a estimé qu'elle serait inutile.

Dans la nuit de la partie, Elaine était presque prêt lorsque
elle m'a dit d'y aller, parce que j'avais besoin d'être là au début.
J'ai demandé comment elle allait y arriver, et elle m'a informé
mister amant la ramasser.

Pas hâte à la soirée, je suis arrivé au
Maimister André. Dès que je suis entré, on m'a remis un
uniforme de garçon et lui dit de se préparer. Je me souviens
pensant que c'était la cause au grand amusement de mon travail
collègues, et j'étais sûre que ma femme serait m'humilier comme
autant que possible.

Les invités commencent à arriver, et j'ai commencé à circuler avec
un plateau de boismisters. J'ai repéré Elaine avec ses bras autour de
La taille de Lenny, bavarder avec lui et Sharon. Dès que je
s'approcha d'eux, je savais qu'ils avaient l'intention de jouer des jeux avec
moi.

Prenant sa boismister, Sharon a fait remarquer que le garçon Wimpy
semblait familier.

«Oui, je ne me souviens de lui, répondit Elaine. "A une très
petite bite, je me souviens. "Tous les trois se tordait de
rire.

J'ai porté sur la fourniture de tous les invités avec des boismisters,
recevoir quelques remarques désobligeantes de ma peine.
Environ une demi-heure plus tard, Mme Andrews s'est approché de moi
demandant si je gardais les convives heureux. J'ai répondu que
Je m'en doutais.

«Bon, dit-elle" Lenny et votre épouse se rendront
là-haut bientôt. Il vous sera demandé de rester avec eux en
cas, ils exigent des rafraîchissements. «Je savais ce que cela signifiait.

Lenny et Elaine déplacé vers l'escalier et me fit signe
à suivre. En entrant dans une chambre de Lenny. Les deux d'entre eux
déshabilla rapidement et monta sur le lit avec moi debout
impuissant, à côté, Lenny a commencé à caresser ma femme,
se frottant les mains sur ses gros nichons crémeux et jouer
avec sa chatte juteuse.

«Je souhaite que mon mari ne pouvait être ici pour me voir si heureux, dit-elle
lui dit la poursuite du gibier. «Il saurait alors que
Je suis tombé en amour avec votre grosse queue noire, et
comprendre que mister petit coq est redondant! "Ils
ri comme je l'ai frismisterné dans l'embarras.

J'étais de nouveau forcé à regarder Lenny rendre ma femme
Scream en extase, alors que j'avais un début de
non tenues érection dans mon pantalon. Enfin, ils
fini, et Lenny s'est retiré et se leva.

"Aurez-vous besoin le garçon de nettoyer votre chatte avec mister
bouche avant votre prochain invité arrive-t-il demandé. Suivant
guest? Qu'est-ce qu'il signifie?

«Oh oui s'il vous plaît", roucoulaient Elaine, la percée dans mes pensées,
"Et assurez-vous qu'il fait un travail approfondi, je veux être gentille
et frais pour James. «Elle allait à foutre de Lenny
frère aussi! Je me suis agenouillé entre ses jambes, et il absorba
chaque goutte de sperme Lenny.

«C'est très bon garçon, ma femme a souri, vous faites un
très bonne Lapper con, je pense que vous avez un coq minuscules, comme
mon mari, et c'est la seule façon vous pouvez obtenir près d'un
chatte. «Elle était aimante mon offense, et a procédé à
l'aggraver.

Quelques minutes plus tard, James entra dans la chambre et
déshabillée. J'ai remarqué qu'il a été construit aussi grand que mister frère,
et il n'a pas échappé à Elaine non plus. Il sauta sur le
lit et ils ont commencé à s'embrasser.

"Pourquoi tous les hommes de votre famille si belle? Elle
commenté, comme elle passa ses mains sur mister corps. "Voulez-vous
comme le garçon de course ta bite belle à l'érection
alors que vous vous concentrez sur jouer avec ma chatte et moi sur
Kissing You belle bouche?

«Oui, répondit-il," ce serait bien », Elaine cassé
ses doigts et me chargea de lui caresser la bite, que je
trouve extrêmement déplaisant. Elaine savait, et
sourit malicieusement comme je l'ai fait mister appel d'offres.

«Où est votre mari ce soir?" demandé à James comme ils
continué câliner.

"Secousses Probablement quelque part, répondit-elle causer
tous les deux à rire aux éclats. "C'est tout ce qu'il peut faire avec
maintenant, aucune femme ne serait-il veux! "Plus de rire.

Quand ils furent prêts, James a décidé qu'il voulait prendre
Elaine mode doggy, donc il l'a placée à quatre pattes
face de moi.

Comme il entrait dans sa, Elaine roucoule mister plaisir et attend avec
dans les yeux en disant: «Oh garçon, cet homme est aussi bon
fucker que mister frère. Il remplit mon con d'une manière ma
mari ne pouvait jamais espérer. Je pense qu'il va poser
prétendre à une part de mon con à l'avenir. Mon pauvre mari
sera certainement n'arrive jamais à me faire à nouveau. N'avez-vous pas
suis désolé pour lui? "

Les larmes lui montaient aux yeux, et Elaine sourit sans
soupçon de compassion.

Suite à une autre orgasme bruyant, James vidé ses couilles
dans ma femme salope avide. Comme il s'apprêtait à partir, elle
l'a remercié pour un temps merveilleux, et me fit signe d'avancer
à nouveau.

«Garçon, descends et me donner un bon nettoyage, Stephen sera
appartiendra bientôt, et je veux regarder mon mieux pour lui. "

"Elaine, pourquoi tu fais ça pour moi?" J'ai presque sanglotant.
«qu'ai-je fait pour mériter cela?"

"Vous m'avez donné trois ans de sexe moche, me faisant
pense qu'il y avait rien de mieux. Maintenant, je sais qu'il est, et
Je vais me mettre autant que je le peux. Dans le même temps, je
vais vous faire payer pour ces années perdues. Vous serez
ne m'a jamais les reprendre, mais je ferai de vous regarder pendant que ma
boutons noirs de moi. Vous serez à sucer leur foutre
hors de ma chatte de faire valoir leur supériorité sur vous.
John, je n'ai même pas encore commencé, je vais faire de votre
la vie d'une misère! "A ce stade Stephen entra dans la chambre.

"Bonjour Stephen», a déclaré Elaine, «Je parlais justement à la
What a fuck garçon merveilleux vos deux frères, je suis
sûr que vous ne vous décevra pas non plus! "Voyant sa bite comme
il se déshabilla, j'étais sûr qu'il ne serait pas aussi.

Comme il était assis à côté d'elle sur le lit, elle a failli tout bas: «Je
sais que je suis méchante, mais pourriez-vous faire sucer sommelier vous
à l'érection? Vous voyez, je sais pertinemment qu'il est
homophobes, et il va vraiment hate it! "

Je me sentais malade.

"Bien sûr", a répondu Stephen me saisissant par les cheveux et
me tirant de mes genoux.

"Obtenez votre bouche ronde que pédé, et fais-moi de Nice et
dur pour la belle dame ».

Elaine battit des mains avec joie que je mets queue d'un homme
dans ma bouche pour la première fois. J'ai commencé à sucer et mister
érection s'est rapidement développé. Elaine m'a pris la tête et a poussé
Me Down dur sur le coq, me faisant bâillon.

"Faites un garçon du bon travail, me dit-elle avec enthousiasme, et je suis
sûr que je peux trouver des coqs d'autres hommes pour vous d'aspirer
avenir. Vous pourriez même faire avaler leur foutre direct! "
Je frismisterne à la pensée de ce qu'elle a prévu pour le
avenir.

Pour couper une longue histoire courte, ma femme a reçu une autre Royal
fucking devant mes yeux, avec mister train de me dire comme c'est bon
était, et comment à l'avenir, trois frères serait fucking
mister impuissance insensée entre eux, avec mister mari pour
l'arrêter. Après que Stephen avait déposé mister chargement dans mon
ventre de femme, j'ai été envoyé en bas.

Mme Andrews m'a approché et m'a dit que je pouvais partir.
Elle a expliqué que Elaine serait passer la nuit comme
ses garçons avaient encore beaucoup plus à lui donner. Je me suis renseigné
A propos du paiement convenu d'attendre ce soir-là, et
elle m'a dit qu'elle allait le donner à ma femme.

Ce n'est qu'en fin de soirée samedi que Elaine
arrivé à la maimister, l'air échevelé et hagard, mais très
heureux.

"Bonjour ma chérie, elle se moquait, comment il ne se sentait regarder
votre acte femme comme une vraie salope avec ces trois noir
étalons? At-il vraiment mal? Je marmonné qu'il a fait,
et elle m'a informé que qui lui plaisait.

Je me suis renseigné au sujet du paiement de mes services la précédente
soir, et elle m'a dit qu'elle m'avait acheté un cadeau
avec elle. Elle a enlevé sa culotte, et leva
robe. Juste au-dessus de sa chatte étaient tatoués les mots,
"CUNT Black man's."

Je ne pensais pas l'offense de ma femme de moi ne pouvait obtenir aucune
pire.

FIN


PS/ Idem pour ces 2 là

Expanded Fonctions pour Elizabeth


Elizabeth a travaillé comme secrétaire pour les industries de Nelmister
pour le patron même pour deux ou trois ans. Récemment, le
conseil d'administration composé des changements radicaux dans leur
gestion et Elisabeth se trouver avec un nouveau patron.

Nouveau patron d'Elisabeth est un homme noir très grande, très
intelligent, et très attrayante. Bien Elizabeth
est heureux en ménage, parfois, quand elle a vu mister nouveau
patron, M. Edwards, Elizabeth fantasmé sur des rapports sexuels avec
un tel homme.

Durant ces périodes de fantaisie, Elisabeth ne pas
comprendre les sentiments qui viendrait sur elle. Elle
sentait mister durcissement mamelons et l'humidité entre
ses jambes. Ce n'était pas un caractère d'Elizabeth.
Elisabeth avait été mariée à John pour les quinze dernières
ans. Ils ont eu trois beaux enfants ensemble. Après
mister troisième enfant, elle a travaillé très dur pour obtenir mister
De 5 pieds, 4 pouces organisme remettre en forme.

Avec 34C seins, les cheveux aux épaules blonde et bleue
yeux, Elisabeth était une très attractif thirty-six année
vieille mère. Elizabeth n'avait jamais été infidèle
John, n'a même jamais mistergé. Elle l'a exécuté
consciencieusement comme une femme, ayant des rapports sexuels environ deux fois par mois.

Sexe avec John a toujours été le même. John aurait embrasser,
lui masser les seins, puis ramper sur le dessus d'elle.
Parfois, Elizabeth éprouverait des orgasmes, mais plus
fois que de ne pas Elizabeth était plus à se passer, mais pas
savoir quoi, ni comment demander. Ainsi, après le troisième enfant
à l'école, Elizabeth est allé travailler avec Nelmister
industries. Il travaille maintenant pour M. Edwards, Elizabeth
se trouvait sexuellement excité pour un autre homme, un noir
homme à qui, pour la première fois dans les quinze années de
mariage avec Jean.

Un matin, après une rencontre sexuelle particulièrement pauvre
avec John, Elizabeth a décidé qu'elle voulait davantage. Elle
a décidé qu'en quelque sorte, elle aurait pour que M. Edwards
à mister avis, puis séduire. Elizabeth
rationalisée qui est, elle a été séduite, alors il ne serait pas
être entièrement de mister plein gré et qu'il a fait
alright. Ce matin-là, Élisabeth vêtue plus
provocante que d'habitude. Elle portait un soutien-gorge qui était un
peu petit pour que la blancheur laiteuse de la cime des
ses seins poussé dehors. Elizabeth a choisi une blouse avec
boutons afin qu'elle puisse contrôler la manière dont une grande partie de mister
seins M. Edwards serait capable de voir.

Enfin, Elizabeth trouvé une jupe en ligne qui était sur le
six pouces au-dessus des genoux. La jupe était bleu foncé et
avait toujours accentués belles jambes d'Elisabeth, les cuisses,
et les hanches. Elizabeth fini de s'habiller en glissant mister
pieds dans les souliers à talons plus élevé qu'elle avait dans sa
garde-robe.

Mordant les lèvres, comme elle a tiré sur culotte de coton blanc,
Elizabeth rendu compte que si elle allait être
succès à la séduction, elle aurait à acheter quelques
nouvelles choses. Satisfaite de sa comparution, Elizabeth
gauche pour le travail, les baisers John rapidement et en acceptant de
le rencontrer à mister bureau pour le déjeuner.

Dès que Elizabeth est arrivé à mister bureau, elle l'a mise
plan en mouvement. Chaque fois que M. Edwards a appelée en
mister bureau, Elizabeth défit deux boutons de lui donner un
Clear View de ses seins. Quand elle s'asseyait, elle serait
jambes partie de mister légèrement. Dans une rencontre, Elisabeth
sûr qu'elle capturés M. Edwards peering sa jupe. Après
cette rencontre, les seins me faisaient mal à être touché. Mais,
Il était environ trente minutes avant le déjeuner et M.
Edwards n'a donné aucune autre indication d'un intérêt réel
dans Elizabeth.

Elizabeth essayait d'obtenir un document achevé avant
déjeuner lorsque M. Edwards lui a demandé de venir à mister bureau
à nouveau. Elizabeth défait les boutons, alla droit
à l'intérieur. Comme elle franchit la porte cette fois, M.
Edwards lui a demandé de fermer la porte. Elizabeth, inconscient,
fermer la porte et s'assit, laissant ses jambes légèrement
séparèrent.

"Elizabeth, j'ai remarqué votre actif ... je ...
dire, et je me demandais si vous voudriez me montrer
plus ", M. Edwards a commencé alors qu'il était assis derrière mister
bureau. Juste avant, il s'assit, Elizabeth vit la
énorme clairon derrière la fermeture éclair de mister pantalon. Elle
pensé qu'elle savait exactement ce que M. Edwards a voulu et à
vérifier mister hypothèse, Elizabeth écarta les jambes un peu
plus.

«Non Elisabeth, je veux dire que je veux vraiment voir vos actifs,
viennent ici en face de moi », M. Edwards avait ordonné.

Robotique, Elizabeth se leva et vint derrière le
bureau où M. Edwards sam. M. Edwards a pris mister bloc
et la plume de ses mains et les a placés sur le bureau.
Elizabeth sentit atteindre environ derrière elle et saisir le
joues de mister cul et presser. Elisabeth, sa sentais
respirations augmenter à mister contact.

«Il ya beaucoup d'autres« droits »que vous pourriez effectuer pour
moi et d'autres dans cette organisation pour un léger supplément
argent comptant si vous êtes intéressé, M. Edwards a présenté. Avant
Elizabeth pouvait répondre, elle se sentait les mains de M. Edwards à
l'ourlet de sa jupe le poussant vers le haut jusqu'à ce que le blanc
"V" de sa culotte a montré. Elizabeth eu la chair de chill
sur ses bras, mais il resta immobile et ne répondit pas.

"Je prévois ton silence est votre réponse», M.
Edwards a dit et on l'accroche ses pouces dans la ceinture de
Culotte d'Elisabeth et les baissa lentement sur elle
hanches, descendait jusqu'aux genoux et sur ses chevilles.
Elizabeth est sorti de sa culotte.

M. Edwards les ramassa et les posa contre mister
nez respirant l'arôme d'Elizabeth. "L'humidité et l'odeur
de ces petites culottes raconte-moi ce que tu veux. "

M. Edwards a ouvert le tiroir du bas de mister bureau et
Elizabeth baissé culotte à l'intérieur. Elizabeth toujours pas
pas parler. Qu'elle croyait que M. Edwards mains à l'intérieur du
chacune de ses cuisses, ce qui oblige les jambes ouvertes.

Elizabeth écarté les jambes pour M. Edwards. Quand mister
jupe en bottes autour de sa taille et jambes écartés, M.
Edwards visage était hauteur des yeux avec Elisabeth exposés
cunt. Elle haletait comme elle croyait que M. Edwards insérer une
doigt dans mister trou humide, puis frottez le doigt mouillé partout
ériger mister clitoris. Un léger gémissement s'échappa des lèvres d'Elisabeth
lorsque M. Edwards a inséré un deuxième doigt et a commencé à
finger-fuck Elizabeth.

"Très agréable, votre chatte est agréable, chaud et humide, juste le
comme il se doit ", a commenté M. Edwards. Avec mister libre
part, M. Edwards a dézippé mister pantalon et a tiré mister
croupe.

Elizabeth regarda en bas et fut étonné et par mister épaisseur
était. Coq de John était peut-être six pouces. M. Edwards
coq était le double de ce long et au moins trois pouces
épais. Elizabeth senti le flot de jus de couvrir M.
Doigts Edwards comme elle a connu un mini-orgasme.

M. Edwards a retiré ses doigts et se mit debout devant
d'Elisabeth. Il est allé derrière elle et a poussé à se plier
par-dessus. Elizabeth plié à la taille et de mettre ses mains,
paumes à plat, sur le siège du fauteuil de M. Edwards. Elle
sauta elle sentait la pointe de la bite M. Edwards et le
entrée de sa chatte.

M. Edwards a pris des hanches Elisabeth dans ses mains et
tiré vers lui conduire environ la moitié de sa grosse bite
dans la chatte. Elizabeth gémissait et rotation des hanches
essaie de s'adapter à la taille de la bite en elle.
M. Edwards a attendu un moment pour Elisabeth
recevoir de lui, puis a poussé la partie restante de
sa bite dans sa chatte. Une fois enterrés à l'intérieur d'elle, M.
Edwards a tout simplement cessé.

"S'il vous plaît," Elizabeth supplié.

«Non, tu travailles pour moi», M. Edwards a dit: "vous voulez
à être baisé alors je vous suggère de commencer à travailler. "

D'abord confus, Elizabeth simplement été déplacé mister poids
d'un pied. M. Edwards a ensuite pris les hanches et
commencé berçant sur et en dehors de mister coq, puis s'arrête.
Elizabeth compris et ont commencé à retirer ses hanches
avant et qui claquent leur dos contre M. Edwards
alors qu'il restait immobile. Elizabeth a été essentiellement
fucking-même sur la queue de M. Edwards à bascule en arrière et
de suite sur ses talons et garder mister équilibre avec mister
les mains dans le fauteuil.

Tout comme Elizabeth a commencé à augmenter mister rythme, il
a frappé à la porte de M. Edwards. Elizabeth a gelé.

«Permisterne ne vous dit d'arrêter, de continuer à travailler», ajoute M. Edwards
commandé. «Qu'est-ce qu'elle est, nous sommes en conférence», M.
Edwards a crié à la porte.

Elizabeth travaille maintenant ses hanches d'avant en arrière dur.
L'énormité de la bite M. Edwards est totalement rempli sa
con et me suis senti très. Elle était un peu nerveux, que les
permisterne de l'autre côté de la porte de l'entendrait.

"Le mari d'Elisabeth est ici pour le déjeuner," l'autre
Secrétaire a indiqué par la porte.

"Demandez-lui d'attendre, elle sera dans un moment», M. Edwards
répondu. «Mieux vaut se dépêcher si vous voulez déjeuner, dit-il à
Elizabeth.

Elizabeth actuellement détenus sur le dos de la chaise et
pompé les hanches plus rapide d'essayer de powerr M. Edwards à
Cum. Elle sentait mister immeuble propre orgasme. Comme elle se balançait sur
ses talons plus en plus vite, M. Edwards a atteint
sous blouse Elizabeth et a pris ses deux
mamelons entre le pouce et l'index et pincé
dur. C'en était trop pour Elisabeth.

Elle n'avait jamais réalisé à quel point ses seins étaient sensibles. Comme
M. Edwards a pincé les mamelons, il les a retirés
du soutien-gorge. Elizabeth a explosé dans l'orgasme gémissements bruyants
assez où il pourrait être entendu par la porte. M.
Edwards ne dit rien, comme il se tendirent. Sentant le gonflement
de sa queue causé l'orgasme d'Elisabeth d'augmenter en
intensité.

Tout à coup, M. Edwards a pris sa queue de sa chatte.
Elizabeth gémissait sa déception jusqu'à ce qu'elle entende M.
Edwards lui a ordonné de faire demi-tour et se concentrer sur mister
genoux. Elizabeth docilement obtempéré et M. Edwards
coq a fait droit à ses lèvres. Elizabeth jamais
effectué le sexe oral avec John, mais elle a instinctivement
semblait savoir quoi faire.

Elizabeth ouvrit sa bouche et a pris près de la moitié de M.
Au coeur de coq Edwards. Comme Elisabeth tourbillonner sa langue
autour de l'outil massive, elle le poussa dans la fente à
la dégustation un terme à sa precum. M. Edwards a mis mister
mains sur la nuque de Elizabeth et a contraint sa
cock plus loin dans sa bouche. Elle sentait le premier splash
du liquide séminal sur le fond de sa gorge et rapidement
pour prévenir toute ingestion de s'échapper. M. Edwards
tiré sur un autre dans sa bouche puis il tire sur sa bite
dehors.

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Forced To Suck My First Cock


had worked out for over two hours in my favorite gym and all the while I kept seeing this big guy ripped enough to play professional football, glancing over at me. This guy was big and he kept looking at me, especially when I was doing my squats. It's getting late and the gym would close in about an hour call it a night.

I returned to the locker room, and got undressed, and washed off all of the sweat in the showers. Then as usual I went into the steam room, with only a small towel to cover my crotch. I had never had any gay experiences, but that was about to change, because into the steam room walked the big guy who had kept eying me during my workout.

He has no towel he just walks in. I glanced up at him and sure enough he was as big as I thought he would be. And he actually sits right under me. I try to move and he turns around. He tells me that he saw the workout I was doing and asks if I was training for something or just working out for fun.

I tell him that it is one of my hobbies, which it helps me relax. He tells me he does the same thing. He must do more than that because this guy is a regular ADONIS. I start to stand up to leave, and he stands up first, and "accidentally” knocks me back down to sitting. I say sorry (I've come to realize when someone this big does something, even when it is their fault, to go ahead and make like it's my fault. He looks down at me and his cock is right in my face. I look up at him and he gives me a confident smirk. I look at him a little confused. Then he asks if I have ever been with a guy. I look a little shocked, at his blunt question, and say no.

He says, “Good, then this will be your first time.” I am a little scared now, and ask if this is some kind of joke, he says no. And than grabs his cock and strokes it once. Now I am really intimidated. He grabs my head and pulls me toward his cock. I say that I am not gay. He tells me that he can spot a good cock sucker from a block away, and that I will love it.

Now his cock is brushing up against my lips. I can actually smell the precum on the tip. He tells me to go ahead and go for it. I again tell him that I don't do that kind of thing. He tells me that I WILL today. He tells me to open my mouth, and have a taste of a real man. He tells me that there’s no one else in the locker room and no one will disturb us.

I open my mouth to protest again, and he shoves my open mouth onto his now hard cock. I am shocked, to say the very least. He holds me there and tells me that I better do a good job or else, and to watch my teeth. He then starts to work my mouth up and down his cock. I don't see any other way out and know that there is no way I can fight off this guy. And I do realize that for some reamister that the situation has turned me on.

He looks down at me and tells me, that he knows I am into it, because my towel has a tent in it. He keeps working my mouth over his cock and says, “Get to work bitch, or do I have to really make you?” I finally comply and begin to suck on his cock, like I have seen girls do in the pornos I have watched. He says, “That's a good boy, now keep that up and you will do fine.” He tells me to use my tongue on the head. I do and begin to pick up speed.

I have to admit to myself that it is a real turn on. I'm not sure if it’s him, the situation of being helpless, or that I have a taste for cock after all. All three? I don't know and at that moment I don't care. I do get into it. I start to really go at his cock. After a few minutes I realize that his hands aren't guiding me to suck him anymore, and that I am doing it all myself. I look up at him and he says “Told you I could see it in you.”

I go all the way down to his balls, taking his cock all the way to the back of my throat and down my throat. He lets out a moan, and says, “Fuck yeah. You are a natural.” He starts pumping my mouth and fucking my face. He starts going faster and faster, driving it all the way in and all the way out. He pulls out, and with a pop it is out of my mouth. I look up at him with a surprised look on my face and he tells me that if I want it that bad that I must ask for it.

I tell him, I beg him to give me his cock. He makes me beg, for the honor of sucking him. He tells me that if I take it now that I will have to take it all the way and finish him off. I say that I will do it, just give it to me. He pulls my head back onto his cock and I again start to deep throat him, and lick his cock head with my tongue when I come up. he just stand there with a superior looking grin on his face and then grabs the sides of my head and takes it all the way down.

The cock is now in my throat. I can feel it twitching, and he begins to cum hard. I open my eyes really wide and try to pull off, but he has hold of my head and holds me there. He looks at me and says, “This is your reward you cum takeing bitch!”

I have no choice in the matter, the juice flows right down my throat. I never even taste it. With a shudder and a final thrust he relaxes. He pushes my head back so the head of his cock is just inside my mouth. He tells me to suck the last bits of cum out of his cock. I do and suck it hard, to get all of what he gives me.

I get my first taste of cum and I swallow it down. He actually shudders again. He pulls me off of his dick. He pats me on the head and tells me what a good little cock sucker I have become. I stick out my tongue and with a rather slutty look on my face, and lick his piss slit. He then turns around and walks out of the steam room. I lean back up against the wall and play back the entire scene in my head.

I still can't believe what just happened. And I enjoyed it too!


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Merci pour ces trois textes, malheureusement gâchés par l'approximation 'pour ne pas dire plus) de la traduction automatique. Ah ... à quand un logiciel de traduction vraiment utilisable ? Bonne continuation

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Blackmailed


It all started about 6 months ago; I see a hot looking neighbor move in down the block. This guy must live to work out; I have never seen a guy wear so many different leather outfits. I had gotten a summer gig mowing lawns; hey it pays well for about an hour’s work. I had fliers up around the neighborhood and had quite a few customers.

Then one day I got a call from a guy asking about me mowing his lawn. He asked me about prices and how long it usually takes me, and when I am available to mow. I tell him that it depends on the yard. He asks if I can come over and appraise his lawn for him, and I say sure and he gives me directions. I get halfway there before I realize it is him.

He is waiting for me on his front porch. I walk up and introduce myself. We walk around the yard and I quote him a price and he quickly agrees. I keep getting the feeling that he is checking me out, interesting because I am doing the same thing to him. He asks if I can start on Saturday, and I say sure.

About a month goes by and I hardly see him except when I am mowing the lawn and after when he pays me. But one Saturday when I am mowing his lawn he has to rush out, he tells me that he has to leave and that he can pay me my money if I come by later on that night at around 8 pm. I say no problem and finish his lawn. I go home and take a shower and change and lounge around the house and just take it easy for the rest of the day.

I get to his house about an hour early, I see his car in the driveway so I go on over, I also notice a motorcycle parked out by the street. I go up and knock on the door, a few minutes later he comes and answers it wearing a long black robe. His face looks really red and sweaty. I comment on that fact and he says he is working out in the wreck room. I say cool, and that I don't want to keep him, he hands me the money and I leave.

He shuts the door and I go to walk home, when I see him through a crack in the curtains in his wreck room. He drops the robe and I see he is wearing only a black leather jock strap. My curiosity is in overdrive. I go to the window and peek inside. There bent over a table with his hands shackled to the other side is a guy almost as hot as my neighbor, completely naked with a ball gag in his mouth.

I have never seen anything like it in my life and I am very turned on. I rub my crotch a few times through my jeans, and then realize that I am doing this out in the open, so I run back home. The next week is almost a blur; all I do is fantasize about what I saw. Saturday comes again, and I go a mow his lawn. After I’m done, he comes out and says good job, and to come in and he'll get me my money. I follow him in and shut the door behind me.

He is wearing black leather pants with a zipper running down each leg, a black tank top, and black leather boots. He hands me my money and I comment on his choice of clothes on this hot day. He laughs and says yeah, but that he had just found the pants in with some of his old clothes and wanted to see if they still fit him. I don't really buy that story, but hey, he looks hot to me. We chit-chat for a second or two then I say that I have to go. He says hang on a sec and that he wants to show me something. He puts in a video, and I see a night view of outside of a window. Then I realize that it is his window, and there I come up looking in. The video shows me spying on him and rubbing my crotch. I don't know what to say and he just looks at me like a predator. He asks what my parents would think if they saw this. And all I can do is hang my head in defeat and mumble that I am so dead, over and over again.

He tells me not to worry; that he can think of something else to do other than show my parents, but that it would cost me. I say okay but that I don't have much money. He says that he doesn't want money. I look at him puzzled and ask if he wants me to cut his lawn for free. He laughs and says no, and that he still is going to pay me for that. He tells me to follow him. I do and he leads me into his wreck room.

I recognize the table immediately. I he looks at me again and gives me the same evil smile and asks if it looks familiar. I say yeah. He orders me to strip, I hesitate but he holds up the tape, so I do as I am told, and he says, "Good, now get on your knees bitch!”

I ask, “What?” and he reminds me of the tape. I comply and get on my knees. He walks up to me and his crotch is in my face, and I can see his bulge through his pants. He tells me to unzip him and get to work. I unzip him and his hard cock leaps out at me. I stare at it and then look up at him in a questioning way.

He looks down and says, "Come on boy--blow me; you know how, and if you don't it's high time you learned." He powers me onto his cock and I start to do what I have seen in pornos. It takes a few minutes to get used to it, but I get to like it. And I soon work up a nice speed. I am beginning to enjoy it and I start to moan and so does he.

He starts saying what a good cock sucker I am, and how I am a natural, and how he is going to use me more often. The thought of it makes me pick up speed. After a few more seconds he pulls me off of his cock. He pulls me to my feet and pushes me over the tables. He shackles my wrists the same the other guy was shackled. I feel him pull apart my ass cheeks and then something wet touch my ass hole.

He then goes to town with his tongue in my ass, darting and licking his tongue in and out, deep and hard. I am moaning and writhing on the table; I am in pure ecstasy. Then he stops. I feel something push up against my ass hole. I'm not sure what it is at first, and then I realize that he wants to fuck me. He looks at me bent over and says, "Now I'm gonna fuck that ass of yours!"

I tell him “no” and that I don't like that. I say that he is too big for me. I tell him that I'll suck him off and that I'll swallow even. He says no and then he starts pushing his cock inside me. I feel a lot of heat on my ass, like it is on fire, it hurts a lot. I tense up and grit my teeth, but he keeps pushing further and deeper inside my virgin ass. I tell him that it hurts and to stop but he doesn't listen; he just keeps pushing till he is all the way inside of me.

He lets me get used to the feeling of the cock, and then he starts to pump in and out slowly. I start to get into the feeling. He goes all the way with the head almost popping out, then to all the way back in again. He starts to pick up speed. I am at this point going along for the ride. I am actually pushing my ass back to meet his cock. He grabs my hips and says, "Okay bitch-boy, you like that? Now I'm going to show you what it is really like to get fucked. I'm about to ram it home hard."

With that he starts plunging his cock all the way out of my ass and then all the way in again, every time he pulls out a nice popping sound comes from my ass. He is working my prostate so much that I am about to cum without being able to touch myself. I start spewing cum all over the table. With me cumming my ass starts to tighten sorry, and that pushes him over the edge. He pulls out and cums all over my ass. I lay there still unable to move, trying to catch my breath.

He unshackles me and says, "Good boy. Same time tomorrow, now go home, I have lots of cuckolds brownie to do today."
I quickly get dressed and leave. I get home and almost fall arelax when my body hits my bed. Oh what a day--and tomorrow...

The next day I report to his house as I was ordered to do. I notice the other motorcycle in the driveway, which I saw when this whole thing began. I knock on the door, and my neighbor opens it. "Here's my little cock bitch. I was wondering if you were going to come over as I told you." he says guiding me inside.

He grabs my crotch through my shorts and squeezes. I let out a little moan, and he laughs. I hear someone else in the next room. My neighbor says to me, “Come meet my friend.” He pulls me by my now hardening cock, into his TV room. I see the guy that I had seen earlier shackled and gagged in the sex room, though right now he is sitting on a couch wearing only a leather jock strap. I notice him watching a gay porno. He looks up and says, "So this is the little peeping tom. I bet he likes watching real men fuck." I blush and look to the ground. "But don't worry you little bitch," he says lifting my chin and pointing my face at the TV, "I like watching other people fuck too."

I now notice that it is in fact a video of me being fucked by my neighbor. I have a surprised expression on my face. They both laugh. My neighbor says, "Okay, now you know that we have you. Let’s see how well you can handle the both of us. Now be a good boy and get on your knees where you belong." I do as ordered, and drop to my knees. My neighbor’s friend then grabs my head and powers my face onto his crotch, "Lick my cock threw my jock, you little whore."

I begin to lick and suck on his jock strap, and he begins to get really hard, I can feel his cock grow bigger threw the leather. I can hear my neighbor begin taking off his clothes. "Yeah, suck that cock," my neighbor says.

"Damn Bill, this kid loves you cock," my neighbor says. Bill grabs my hair and pulls me away, and unstraps his jock strap. "Now then, come get this cock, I know you want it." He says as he guides my head back onto his cock. I go to town on his cock, sucking it with all my energy and attention. Bill says to my neighbor, "Marty, what you have here is a keeper. Keep him and don't break him. I think we are going to get a lotta fun out of him, not to mention inside him," Bill says with a laugh.

Jeff raises my ass up to where I am now standing, but Bill keeps my mouth working on his cock, so I am now bent over sucking a cock with my ass in the air. I feel my shorts and boxers being pulled off, I step out of them, never taking my mouth off of this great cock in my mouth. Marty begins to lick and tongue-fuck my tight whole. I let out a moan onto Bill’s cock.

"Oh yeah," Bill says, "I think he likes that." With all of the pleasure I am experiencing I go into overdrive on Bills cock. Then Marty takes hit tongue out of my ass, I can feel how wet it is now. I feel the tip of his cock begin to push into my ass. He slowly pushes his entire length of cock up my tight, dripping wet ass. I feel him go all the way up to his balls. The feeling of two cocks, one in my mouth, and one in my ass is amazing. Marty just stays in my ass, all the way in. He doesn't move. He lets out a moan; as he enjoys the tightness engulf his hard cock. "Marty," Bill says, "I want you to fuck this little bitches ass. I want to hear the sound of you fucking him."

With that Marty begin an assault on my ass, with reckless abandon. He drives that hard cock of his all the way in then all the way out. The power of this pushes my mouth and throat man onto Bill’s cock. They both are going crazy now, fucking both of my holes. It is all I can do to not fall over. I just enjoy the frenzy of these two buff guys, as they treat my holes as their own private play ground.

I get the familiar feeling in my balls; I am about to cum from all this excitement. Marty say, "Oh yeah, I know this feeling. This little cum sack is about to cum. His ass always gets tighter when he is close."

With that he fucks my ass even harder, and bill fucks my throat even harder. In an amazing bit of sexual theatre, Marty grabs hold of my ass cheeks as hard as he can and plunges his cock all the way into my ass jabbing my prostate, Bill goes all the way into my throat, and we all cum at once.

I can feel the inside of my ass being coated with Marty’s cum, as Bill shoots his entire load down my throat, and I cum all over the floor. We all stay in that position for a few seconds and catch our breaths. Then they both slide their now softening cock out of my holes. Marty smacks my ass a few times with his cock, while Bill wipes my mouth with his.

"Okay bitch, now run along home; we'll call you when we want some more."

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Caught


Her thick thighs were surprisingly shapely with delicate ankles. Her wide hips framed a well groomed but still hairy pussy. Her waist was nicely tapered despite her chubby belly and her huge 40dd tits were amazingly firm given their size and the fact that she was almost 40.

Kristen was a big girl and she towered over my petite 5'2" tall wife. Her long blonde hair cascaded down past her shoulders and she wore a tightly laced black leather corset that accentuated her generous curves. She had a beautiful face with bright green eyes and a playful mischievous smile. Everything about her was incredibly sexy and that is what had drawn me to her.

When my wife Carole found out about the affair she was irate. She slapped my face and bounded from our house. Kristen and her husband Tony, a cop, lived two houses away and I followed my wife hoping to defuse the situation.

Carole pounded on Kristen's front door. I had never seen her so angry.

"Get the fuck out here you god damn whore," Carole screamed at the top of her lungs.

Kristen opened the door calmly. "Can I help you," she asked in a smug condescending tone.

Carole lunged forward and caught Kristen with a hard slap to the face. Kristen backed up into the foyer and Carole followed. I quickly entered behind Carole and closed the door to save us from prying eyes.

"Fucking whore," Carole screamed as she lunged at the much bigger woman but Kristen was surprisingly quick. She toyed with Carole like a cat toying with a mouse. Carole's shirt ripped and Kristen tore it off leaving my wife in just shorts and a bra.

Carole was unfazed. She swung wildly at the bigger woman and Kristen moved to the side and grabbed her from behind. She locked her arm around my wife's neck and playfully unsnapped her bra.

"This is fun," Kristen teased as Carole struggled to get free.

I had seen enough and I moved in to break up the fight. A hard blow to my head knocked me off my feet.

Tony pounced on top of me. I am a big guy at 6'3" and 225lbs but Tony was strong and an experienced fighter. He quickly got me face down on the ground and before I knew what was happening my arms were cuffed behind my back.

Kristen had Carole face down on the ground. She pulled Carole's shorts and panties down and started to slap her ass hard.

Carole had always hated pain and she was not enjoying Kristen's relentless attack on her tender ass.

Kristen continued to spank my wife hard and Carole started to cry.

"Okay," Carole wept, "I give up. Please stop."

Kristen smiled. She could feel Carole's presentation and it pleased her. She loved being in control. She slapped Carole with a ferocious blow.

"Please stop," Carole pleaded, "I am sorry. I will do whatever you want."

"Anything?" Kristen asked. She considered the possibilities and an evil grin spread across her pretty face.

"Yes, anything, just don't hit me anymore." My wife sobbed.

Kristen stood up and helped Carole to her feet.

"Undress me," she ordered my wife. Carole hesitated but with her beating fresh in her mind she did as she was told.

I watched helplessly as my very straight wife undressed my full figured mistress in front of me. Tony stood over me as I watched. He was still in uniform and I was still handcuffed on the floor.

Carole finished undressing Kristen and stood obediently beside her awaiting the next command. Kristen grabbed Carole's long chestnut brown hair and led her upstairs. Tony pulled me to my feet and we followed them into the bedroom.

Kristen handed Carole a black leather corset and waited while my petite wife fitted it in place and tightly laced it behind her big curvaceous body.

Carole's fingers tremred as she stood naked beside my big sexy mistress.

"Very good," Kristen said as she tenderly stroked my wife's cheek and Carole smiled meekly.

The tall blonde wrapped her left arm around my wife's waist and drew her close.

Carole tensed at the intimate contact. She had always maintained that she was straight and while she could appreciate the beauty of the female form she was adamant that girl/girl sex did nothing for her.

Kristen's right arm slid up my wife's bare back and she grabbed a handful of Carole's hair as her right leg pressed between Carole's thighs.

"You're wet," Kristen said quietly as she drew my wife's mouth to hers in a soft tender kiss.

Carole's lips were pursed tight as Kristen kissed her but the big blonde was insistent. She pulled Carole's hair and powerd her tongue inside my reluctant wife's mouth.

Kristen kissed Carole and ground her thigh against my wife's exposed pussy until Carole's resolve weakened.

Carole's body relaxed as she gave into the pleasure her body was feeling. She returned Kristen's kisses, tentatively at first but as her passion increased her tongue entwined with Kristen's in a deep passionate kiss.

"Lay down," Kristen panted as she guided my wife to the king sized bed.

Carole willingly lay back on the bed as Kristen straddled her head and lowered her succulent pussy to my wife's mouth.

"Mmm," Kristen moaned as Carole's tongue strummed her wet cunt. "Right there baby."

Kristen ground her wet pussy against Carole's face.

Tony undressed as his wife knelt straddling my wife's face. It was not the first time I had seen him naked. His body was compact and muscular with little body hair. He had watched Kristen and me together many times over the previous months as he stroked his dick. He enjoyed watching Kristen perform. He was happily submissive and a willing cuckold. His 5" dick jutted out from his taught body as he watched his wife dominate mine.

Kristen leaned forward as Carole continued to lick her pussy. She ran her fingers over my wife's smooth shaved gash and chuckled.

"For a breeder licking snatch for the first time," Kristen mused, "your pussy is really wet." She dipped her fingers into Carole's honey pot and my wife moaned into the big blonde's grotto.

"Oh you like that do you?" Kristen teased.

"Yes," Carole hissed into Kristen's wet cunt.

"Tony," Kristen said sternly, "get over here and fuck this slut while she gets me off."

Carole hadn't been with another man in over 20 years but that didn't stop her from spreading her legs wide and welcoming our neighbor into her sloppy wet cunt.

Tony climbed between my wife's spread legs and sank his short but thick cock into her as she licked Kristen to her first climax of the day. He fucked my wife until he was about to cum.

"Not yet," Kristen said as she pushed him off my wife. She climbed off Carole's face and strapped a huge rubber cock around her wide waist. She lay on top of my petite wife and plunged 10 inches of latex inside her quivering quim.

"Oh gawd," Carole moaned as Kristen filled her up. Carole's legs wrapped around the big blondes waist and she held the big strap on deep inside her as her eyes rolled back in her head. She reached up and pulled Kristen's face down until their lips met.

"Fuck me hard," Carole said loudly as she plunged her tongue inside Kristen's mouth. Her words were strong, confident and filled with need. She was no longer a meek submissive woman succumbing to Kristen's desires. She was a wanton slut who wanted and needed to cum.

They mashed their mouths together in a torrid kiss as Kristen pounded her big strap on into my wife. Carole's breathing was ragged as she approached her first ever female induced orgasm.

"Oh gawd yes," she hissed as waves of pleasure rolled through her body. She cried out a string of unintelligible words before her body went limp.

Kristen continued to fuck my exhausted and thoroughly satisfied wife.

Tony unfastened my handcuffs and told me to strip. I pealed my clothes off and joined the rest of then in hedonistic nakedness.

"Get over here and clean your wife's cum off my big girl cock," Kristen ordered. I moved over to the bed where my wife lay in a post coital coma and Kristen knelt with a strap on dripping with my wife's juices fastened around her waist.

"Suck it pig," Kristen ordered. We had played that game before. She was a terrific domme and I thoroughly enjoyed being her submissive pig.

I knelt beside the bed and took her ten inch strap on into my mouth. I could smell and taste my wife's juices and my cock twitched with excitement.

"Look at your hubby suck my cock," Kristen said to my wife. "I bet he'd dive on Tony's dick with just as much gusto too."

"Wouldn't you piggy?" She asked me.

"Mmm," I moaned as her girl cock slid in and out of my mouth. We had toyed with the bisexuality at a fantasy level and I suspected that she really liked the idea. I had always been resistant to guy/guy bisex but I was secretly intrigued by the idea.

"Enough," Kristen said dismissively. She guided me onto the bed and into 69 position with Carole. My wife took my hard dick into her mouth as Kristen moved behind me with her big black girl cock. She poured lube onto my ass and slathered it generously over her cock.

I moaned as the slick smooth head slid enticingly over my tight puckered asshole.

"You want it don't you piggy," Kristen teased as she pushed her hips forward.

"Ohhh," I groaned as she penetrated my ass. It was far from the first time she had fucked my ass and I liked it. "Yes," I hissed. I pushed back against her and several inches of hard latex filled my ass.

"See what your hubby likes?" Kristen chided as she grabbed my hips and rhythmically thrust her cock into me.

My cock twitched in my wife's mouth, removing any chance of denying my enjoyment.

Tony moved in front of my and offered me his hard drooling cock. I didn't hesitate. I opened my mouth wide and his thick turgid rod slid inside it. The ridges and veins of his throbbing cock caressed my lips as he slowly fucked my mouth.

Carole continued to suck my cock as Kristen fucked my ass with long slow strokes. I felt my climax approach like a speeding freight train. It was unlike anything I had ever felt, driven by stimulation to my aching cock as Kristen's rhythmic stroking of my prostate. I tried to cry out as my cock exploded but Tony's cock filled my mouth and throat.

My cock spasmed and pumped copious amounts of thick hot cum into my wife's mouth. It filled her mouth and spilled down her cheeks onto the bed.

Kristen pulled her big girl cock from my gaping ass and Carole climbed out from underneath me. I repositioned myself on my knees in front of Tony's tight muscular body and ran my hands up his muscular chest as his thick rod disappeared down my throat.

My hands slid down his back and grabbed his firm ass cheeks and I pulled him hard against me burying my face in his pelvis. Tears streamed down my face as I fought my gag reflex. I backed off his cock until just the soft spongy head was in my mouth. I wrapped my fist around the saliva slickened shaft and stroked it as I sucked hard on the head.

Tony held my head as his climax approached. His breathing quickened and I knew he was close. I had never tasted cum but I found myself craving his hot seed.

Tony groaned as cum spit into my mouth. I swallowed it at first then held some in my mouth savoring its essence. I swished it around and let it slowly slide down my throat like an oyster.

My cock was still hard despite my recent powerful climax and Kristen wanted it.

"Sit back and enjoy the show," she told my wife as she kissed her softly. They had clearly connected and in a very short time they had gone from brawling to a Dom/sub sexual relationship and finally to an intimate peer/peer relationship.

I lay back and Kristen mounted my hard rod. She bounced leisurely on my cock letting her excitement build.

Carole watched with obvious interest as Kristen and I fucked. She moved over my face and lowered her dripping wet pussy onto my mouth.

Kristen leaned forward and they kissed deeply. Their tongues danced together in a hot wet lambata as the used my body for their mutual enjoyment.

Tony stroked his cock in the corner while he watched Kristen fuck and kiss us.

Kristen bounced hard on my dick as her climax approached. I could feel my own orgasm coming.

"Cum inside me baby," she pleaded as waves of pleasure rolled through her big sexy body.

"Ohhhh," I groaned loudly.

My cock spasmed inside her pussy as Carole came on my mouth. We all rode the waves of our climaxes as Tony cranked his hard tool.

Kristen flopped onto the big bed and pulled my wife down beside her. They kissed and cuddled together and watched as Tony neared his own climax.

"Bring it home baby," Kristen said playfully to her husband as he made his was to the bed.

"Who wants it?" Tony asked.

The girls both looked at me. "Finish him off baby," Carole said excitedly.

Her excitement was like an aphrodisiac. I grabbed his hard dick and sucked it into my mouth. He was close and in seconds he filled my mouth with his warm seed. I swallowed it all down and sucked his softening dick until he pushed me away.

"That was so hot baby," Carole said softly as she pulled me to her. "Next time I want to watch Tony fuck your sexy ass while Kristen fucks me with her strap on."

"Next time?"

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Bless Me Father for I Have Sinned


'Bless me man, for I have sinned.'

The familiar words spilled easily from my lips, even if I knew the confession itself wouldn't be as easy.

'It has been at least 6 months since my last confession.' I admitted, somewhat ashamed.

While not a terribly religious man, I normally went through the motions of being a good Catholic. I attended church every Sunday, not just on Christmas and Easter. I took communion. I tithed money every week. The only thing I had problems with was confessing my sins to the parish priest on a regular basis.

I tended to stave off my confessional visits until my conscience got the better of me. I would struggle with my feelings for awhile, and eventually would drag myself into the church on a Saturday afternoon, knowing that was the busiest time at the confessionals, hoping that the old priest wouldn't place my voice as I confessed my sins to him.

This Saturday was no different. In fact, if anything it was busier than normal, and I noticed that 2 confessionals were being used. I grew a bit concerned, not knowing which one old Father Francis was in. I preferred confessing to him because I was fairly certain he had no clue who I was, and while probably somewhat mortified by my confession, he would absolve me with my promise of contrition.

I played a mental game of eenie, meenie, miney, moe and stepped into the line that I hoped would be Father Francis' line. After waiting approximately half an hour for people to enter the small, closet-like confessional, it was finally my turn.

As I peered through the mesh screen that separated me from the priest, I was able to visually deduce that it WASN'T Father Francis, but was in fact another priest whom I had seldom seen around, Father Donahue. His smooth, but firm voice responded to my request for blessing.

'The fact that you are here now, my mister, shows that you are repentant. What are your sins?'

I hesitated slightly, and felt my voice drop to a whisper.

'Father, I have been struggling with...Homosexual desires...' I could feel his judgmental silence in the confines of his own part of the confessional, but I continued. 'I find myself becoming aroused in the presence of other men...Wanting to do sexual things with them.'

I stopped, waiting to hear his reply. My heart was thumping loudly in my chest. I had come to confess this a few times before, and after my confession, I would kneel in a pew and say my required acts of contrition before returning home to my wife. This would keep me for a few months before the feelings would rise to the surface, yet again. I hadn't yet acted on my desires, but God, I wanted to! I depended on my parish priest to give me strength and save me from myself.

After a brief silence from Father Donahue, he replied in his low voice.

'Tell me these feelings, my mister. What about men arouses you? What is it that you desire?'

I was aghast, as Father Francis had never asked such questions before. He would offer a small lecture on the evil of sodomy, and the abomination of homosexuals before granting me forgiveness and sending me on my way with the assigned penance.

'Well..I...I don't know. I find men attractive. Their strength. Their scent. The idea of feeling a muscular body against mine.'

Quickly I reminded him that I hadn't acted yet on my desires...

'I can't help it, Father. When I'm in a situation where I'm around men, I can't help but get aroused.'

'What do you mean by aroused?' He asked. 'And what acts are you wanting to perform?

I stammered briefly...Shocked that the priest would want details.

'Well....My penis becomes erect. I find myself breathing hard. My heart begins to beat faster.' I struggled to find the words. 'I want to become intimate with another man.'

'And what do you mean by intimate?' He pressed.

I stumred over my words, unable to say aloud the things I had been thinking..Desiring..His silence was deafening as he waited for me to reply to his question.

'I want another man to touch me.' I finally whispered.

'Touch you where? How?'

I blinked, again feeling such shame. I knew my face must be beet-red from the burning I felt. My voice dropped into an even softer whisper.

'I want a man to touch my penis. And I want to touch his.'

I could tell by his silence that he wanted me to continue...He wasn't satisfied by so brief a description. The words didn't come any easier.

'I want to put my mouth on his penis. I want to suck it. I fantasize about it constantly.'

'I see' Came the reply. 'Is that all you wish to partake in? Or is there more?'

I groaned quietly to myself. I couldn't believe he was asking for such details. The shame in revealing this to him was nearly more than I could bear.

'There's more man. I desire to have sex with a man. I really crave having a man put his penis in my...Anus....And to have sex with me that way.'

'Ahh, you want your ass fucked.'

I nearly fell out of my chair when I heard his reply.

Suddenly the door between the two, small rooms began to slowly open. The squeal of the hinges broke the silence, and I stood up quickly, knocking the chair in the confessional back against the wall with a loud slam.

Father Donahue stepped through the door and put a finger to my lips, shushing me. He placed his hand on my shoulder and bade me to return to my seat, quietly. I did as he requested, stunned that he would break the confidentiality of confession and horribly ashamed that he now knew who I was.

Father Donahue was a large man. His body appeared to be full of hard muscle underneath his cassock, probably from years of hard, parish work. The priests in this parish weren't afraid to get their hands dirty when it came to doing the physical work that needed to be done. He was a middle-aged man; Ruggedly handsome. His temples were graying on his otherwise thick, head of hair.

I sat back in my chair, terrified and unsure of the purpose of his exposure of me. Was he going to excommunicate me? Was he going to expose my secrets to my wife?

He saw the fear and confusion on my face and smiled benevolently.

'Don't worry, my mister. I'm not here to judge or condemn you. I see your struggle with the flesh, and wish to help you to deal with your desires.'

'How...How can you do that?' I asked. Admittedly, I was momentarily elated, thinking maybe he had the 'cure'.

He then leaned forward, his large body towering over my seated one. His hands were on the arms of the confessional chair as he pressed his lips against my ear and whispered.

'God loves you, my mister. No matter what feelings are inside you. He has created you as you are. You have caused harm to nobody, and you have not sinned.'

I began to shake slightly, and felt the prickling, burning sensation of tears building behind my eyes. I nodded my head, struggling to keep back the tears. I was amazed that instead of being condemned, I was being told that I was ok!

His lips didn't leave my ear, and suddenly I felt his hand brush my thigh. The nearness of this large man began to arouse me against my own wishes. He continued to murmur in my ear, how sexual desire was good and natural. I squirmed slightly, scared that he would notice the growing bulge in my pants.

Sure enough, as his hand continued to stroke my thigh, his knuckles grazed against my erection. I froze instantly, a whine caught in my throat. His hand froze against me as well, and suddenly moved to stroke the firmness beneath my pants.

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Conrad's Secret

As Conrad approached her desk, Debbie prepared herself to get pissed off. She hated Conrad, absolutely hated him. He was an arrogant prick, and he was fairly high up in the company's food chain. Debbie always made an effort to give Conrad a hard time whenever she could.

"Good morning Conrad, forget how to turn on your PC while you were gone?" She asked with false sweetness.

"Very funny. No, I forgot my password. Please change it for me." He returned, thinking to himself that even her expensive maroon business suit couldn't hide her portly figure.

"OK. I'll change it to something you can remember until you get back to your desk." Debbie told him, having an idea. Usually she changed people's passwords to "password", and they would log on set their own new choice. Conrad deserved special treatment though.

"Alright, it's done. I've changed your password to 'bad memory', all one word."

"Very funny." Conrad told her, making sure she could tell from his face that he didn't think it very funny at all before he turned and stomped off.

"Make sure you remember to change it." She called after him, chuckling lightly at the chance to make Conrad's day even a little bit unhappier.

Back at his desk Conrad tore into the workload that had piled up in his absence. Just returning all the voice mail and e-mail took him several hours. It was an hour after quitting time when he finally felt satisfied that he was caught up. He glanced out of his office door and saw that the outer offices in his department were deserted. He closed his door and fired up his web browser, it was time to have fun.

Debbie waited until over an hour after quitting time to check if there were any connections to the server still open. She had maintenance to do that required she take down the server, and she wanted to wait until there was nobody connected to it. There were still three users connected, so she went back to reading the news on a popular web site.

A half hour later, Debbie checked again and there was still one user connected. She was getting pretty bored, and wanted to get home and watch her taped soaps. She clicked on the button that would let her see who was still connected, and found it was Conrad's machine. She thought about just disconnecting him, but then decided to take a peek at what was on his machine instead.

She mapped a drive to Conrad's machine using the hidden system share that every drive in Windows NT has associated with it. Looking at his hard drive, she wasn't sure where to probe around. First she looked at his e-mail, but it was all pretty boring office stuff. Next she used an image browser to see what was in the cache of his web browser. She practically fell off of her seat when she saw what Conrad had been looking at.

Image after perverted image showed on her screen as she marveled at the sort of twisted pervert Conrad must be. In his office, Conrad was visiting his favorite sites, saving every image he liked to his hard drive. He had a PC at home, but he loved to surf at work where he had a fast LAN connection to the internet.

There was only one type of porn he was looking for, images and stories about women sitting on men's faces. In the picture he was looking at at that moment, a beautiful blond was grinding her bare ass in some lucky guy's face. What he wouldn't give to be that guy.

Debbie quickly found Conrad's entire stash of images by searching his drive for files with the .jpg extension. He had several *hundred* megabytes of images stored in a deeply nested directory. And .txt files that were kinky stories too. After reading a few, Debbie opened up the backup software the company used, and told it to back up Conrad's entire machine.

Conrad cursed as his machine seemed to slow down even more. For some reamister it had been running slower than usual for the last half hour. Finally it started to behave normally again. He switched to another of his favorite sites and started browsing.

The backup of Conrad's machine complete, Debbie hid the DLT tape away. Conrad would be fired for sure. She smiled at the thought of how humiliated he would be when she busted him the next day. Still connected to his machine, she had a kinky idea as she looked through Conrad's stash. She copied a few choice images off to her machine, and then began setting up scheduling the print job. She set it for a five minute delay, and then she stood up and started for Conrad's office.

Conrad practically jumped out of his seat when Debbie knocked on his office door. He panicked, and frantically dashed to close all his browser windows and adjust his erection in his pants so it wouldn't show.

"Come in." Conrad was extra pissed to see that it was Debbie who had surprised him at this late hour.

"What do you want?" He asked her. She didn't answer, but instead stepped inside his office and close the door.

She'd timed it just perfectly, and the light on the top of his laser printer started flashing as she turned to face him.

"What the-what's going on?" He demanded as the printer began printing.

"Look and see what you're printing." Conrad was astonished at the sight of the facesitting images that were coming out of his printer. He had a sinking feeling as he realized how much trouble he was in.

"I noticed some unusual activity, and look what I found." Said with a nasty smile.

She had set up the images to print to his machine's printer for dramatic effect.

"Please Debbie, don't tell anyone about this." He quickly started to plead with her.

"I'm sorry Conrad, but this is totally against the corporate IS policies. I've backed up your entire machine to the servers, and you're sure to be fired unless...."

"Unless what?" He asked eagerly.

He would give her how ever much she wanted. He knew that if she exposed him his career would be ruined.

"I *really* like the idea of seeing you publicly humiliated. But if you do *everything* I say, right now, I might just settle for humiliating you in private."

"What do you mean?"

Debbie picked up one of the pages from the printer and dangled it between her thumb and forefinger. "This. I want to do this to you." She told him.

Conrad's cock twitched in his pants in spite of himself. Even though he hated her, now more than ever, the thought of actually being facesat in real life turned him on. His own perversion disgusted him now. He wanted to be dominated by a beautiful blond with huge silicone pumped tits, not some fat frumpy computer geek-ette whose body was shaped like a pear.

Even her expensive maroon business suit couldn't hide her shape. But he couldn't let her ruin him. He decided he had to do it.

"Okay.

"You'll do whatever I tell you? No matter how humiliating? Otherwise you're fucked." She told him.

"Yes."

"Stand up." She ordered, and he did. He stood shifting uneasily from side to side as she pulled the chair away from him. She sat down in it, facing him.

"Now get down on your knees." She ordered him, glancing up at his little "egg-cam" to ensure that its little green led was lit as he knelt down.

He was totally unaware that the video-conferencing camera was busily streaming video to one of the servers.

"Now kiss my foot."

Once again, in spite of himself, he was turned on by being ordered around by a woman as he knelt down and pressed his mouth to her shoe. She pushed his head away with her foot and stood up in front of him. He watched, on his knees, as she turned around and placed her ample behind in front of his face.

"Now kiss my ass, slave!" She commanded him powerfully.

She wasn't sure he'd actually do it until she felt his hands at her hips as he leaned forward and kissed her ass. Pressing his lips to the tight maroon sheath covering her ripe bottom, Conrad found himself with a full erection. The situation he was in was truly humiliating, yet that just seemed to turn him on even more.

"Tell me you love it." She told him.

"I love it." He said, still kissing her behind.

"You love what? Say it!"

"I love...your ass."

Debbie was amazed that he was doing what she ordered. It was making her hot, controlling and humiliating him this way.

"I bet you want me to sit on your worthless face. Don't you? Beg me. Beg me to sit on your face."

"Please Debbie, please sit on my face." He pleaded to her.

She couldn't believe how into this he was getting. It seemed that the more she used him the more he liked it. She stepped away from him, and turned around. Looking down at him she had to laugh. There he was, kneeling in a suit with an erection bulging in his pants. She giggled a little at the sight of him, and his face flushed red. "Turn around and sit in front of the chair." She ordered, and he did as she wished.

"Now lay your head back on the chair, and get ready to be my seat."

Conrad lay his head back on the chair, reamistering that it wouldn't be too bad. She'd sit on his face and then she'd leave. He got more and more apprehensive though, as she turned around and began to actually lower her broad ass towards his face. His cock strained rock-hard in his pants as her ass first lightly brushed his face. And then suddenly she just sat her full weight down onto his face.

She wiggled her butt until his face was mashed deep into the crevice between her huge pillow-like ass-cheeks. Unlike the guys in the pictures he downloaded, whose foreheads or chins were always visible, Conrad's face totally disappeared under Debbie's ass. It was really frightening to have your breath completely cut off, and Conrad lifted his arms to struggle.

"Give me those." Debbie said as she grabbed Conrad's wrists and held his arms down to her thighs.

Debbie was enjoying sladying Conrad under her ass, and she didn't want him struggling free. Kicking off her shoes, she moved her feet up onto Conrad's thighs so that all of her weight was now supported either by his face or his legs. She had him completely trapped. He kept struggling to move his hands, but she held them tight. She heard muffled cries of distress and it just made her laugh. She loved this.

"Mmmmm. This feels really nice".

"What's wrong Conrad, can't breathe?" She said laughing at his predicament.

Debbie began stroking Conrad's erection with her foot. He was struggling less and less now, but he was still bulging in his pants.

"It's obvious you like having my ass in your face. You must be in heaven under there." She laughed, wiggling her ass for emphasis.

Conrad was desperate for air. The fat cow must have been crushing his face for almost a minute now and he was about to pass out.

Finally he could breathe again as she stepped off of his legs and lifted her ass up off of his face. He gasped weakly for breath, and barely felt it as she reached down and opened his fly. He was aware that she was yanking his erection out of his pants, but he could only lay there gasping.

Suddenly she began to squat down over him again, and he tried to stop her but it was no use. She had all the weight and leverage she needed to easily overpower him in his weakened state.

She sat her fat rump down on his face again, depriving him of the oxygen he needed so badly. Now he was getting really terrified. She had control of his hands again and he was totally helpless.

"Conrad, if you want to breathe you're going to have to do exactly what I say. I'm going to get up again, but I'm going to sit right back down unless you start masturbating and saying 'I love Debbie's ass.'" She told him.

She lifted off of his face, and he just lay there gasping again. It was a struggle just to breathe for him.

Unhappy that he wasn't obeying her, she sat back down on him. Conrad was paralyzed with fear. This fat bitch was crazy! She was going to fetishte him if she didn't let up. He reached down and began to feebly stroke his erection, and immediately she climbed off of him.

"I......love......Debbby's.....ass." He managed to wheeze as he fought to fill his lungs with air.

Debbie still hovered over him, squatting with her ass only an inch from his face.

"I....love..Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass." He kept saying it as he jerked off

Something about having this woman take control of him was making him so hot. The more he said the humiliating phrase, the more aroused he got. He stroked faster and faster.

"I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass. I love Debbie's ass". He cried out as he came, his cum bursting up into the air like some demented fountain.

"Good boy! Now it's time for your nap." Debbie told him, before sitting back down on his face.

This time she sat continuously for close to a minute, ignoring his muffled cries. Lifting up, she let him have only the tiniest breath and then continued sladying him. He got weaker and weaker as she repeated this cycle several times, until finally when she lifted her ass up, he didn't even move. Debbie thought she'd *******ed him, for an instant, until she realized he was still breathing, lightly.

She left him and headed back to her office. Debbie couldn't wait to play back the huge avi file that was storing on the server now. She planned to copy it down to her laptop and take it home with her. The video conferencing connection was still running, and Debbie returned in time to see Conrad began to stir. He groaned and coughed a little and gradually regained full consciousness.

She watched, enjoying the voyeuristic thrill of observing unnoticed. What she saw next was astounding. Conrad was beginning to masturbate! Watching Conrad masturbate, she realized he was turned on by what she had done to him. It made her so hot she almost started to masturbate herself, but then she had a better idea. Why not go use Conrad!

In his office, Conrad was jerking off. He couldn't believe what had happened to him. Debbie had just come and taken control of him. He was embarrassed, but aroused as well. He'd actually been facesat by Debbie! He was so caught up in what he was doing, jerking at his hard cock, that Debbie totally surprised him when she burst in. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"You pathetic little fuck. You loved my ass so much you couldn't even wait until you got home to masturbate".

Get down on your knees!" She ordered him.

He didn't know what to do. He sank to his knees in front of the chair, his erection straining in front of him. Debbie stepped in front of him, and glared down at him.

"You were thinking about me, weren't you?"

"Y-yes."

"I'll give you something to think about." She told him, and then she pulled his face forward into her crotch! She held his face there, sladying him with her crotch.

He didn't struggle very much, and she easily held him there.

"Can you smell my wet pussy? You're going to get to see in a moment. I already let you have an orgasm once today, and you think you can just have another?"

"If anybody's going to cum around here it's going to be me!"

"I'm going to throw you down and then I going to plant my naked pussy in your face and you're going to make me cum or I'll just slady your worthless little face until you die!" She shouted at him, while she continued to cut off his air.

He was starting to jerk and shake a little, so she let him fall back on the floor. He gasped and wheezed for breath while she quickly pulled off her pants and panties. She moved over him and he tried to hold her off but she easily planted her fleshy mound on his face. Her fat pussy was wet as it had ever been, and Conrad was submersed in the smell and taste of her.

"Suck it! Suck my pussy!"

She periodically let him gasp in a breath as he sucked and slurped, but as she got more and more aroused she started to just use his face. She began to hump his face without regard for his breath. She was in control, total control, and she was going to enjoy it. She crushed his head down under the power of the powerful, rhythmic thrusts of her hips.

She realized that he couldn't breathe at all, and it just turned her on more.

"Worthless little cuckolds brownie, now you see who's in charge".

"Can't breathe?"

"What are you going to do with my pussy in your face?"

"I think I might just slady you to death!"

He was making all sorts of funny moaning noises under her as she just kept grinding her pussy in his face until she couldn't take it anymore.

She came, crying out loudly as she bucked so hard against Conrad's face that he felt like she was going to destroy his face. She sat there, suffocating him in her wet sex as she shuddered with the power of orgasm after orgasm.

She continued to slady him until he was practically ***, before finally climbing off of him. Conrad lay gasping and moaning, his face wet with her juices, while Debbie pulled on her clothes.

She straightened herself out and then stood smiling over him.

"You'd better show up to work tomorrow. Don't worry, I'm not going to report you. I've got other plans. You and I have a date tomorrow night, you little worm." She told him, and then she walked out the door.

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Entrapped in Her Panties


As I looked across the bar I noticed a striking blonde haired girl, sat, talking with two friends whilst sipping a take. She immediately stood out from the crowd with a revealing low cut all in one black dress, carefully groomed hair and the right touch of jewellery. I was alone in a strange town on a business trip, out for a take after meetings all day. Although I tried not to stare, I realised she was looking over at times and eventually our eyes met for a split second.

As a married man I dismissed the event and put my head down in my beer resolved to another lonely night in the hotel – and never daring to imagine playing away from home.

"Hello, I'm Susan, - are you alone?"

I looked around to see this vision of a woman standing beside me having walked around from her friends to where I was sitting at the bar. Stood up she was even more stunning – in her 4 inch high heels with long legs clad in stockings raising her to all of 6 feet in height. The low cut dress clung onto her wonderful curves and showed an enticing amount of cleavage and just a hint of a lacy pink bra around her ample breasts holding them firmly in place but showing plenty of skin.

"I am here on business and just getting in a take before going back to the hotel – would you care for one?".........

I couldn't believe I had just done that, I had always looked at ladies in the past when on trips – but never acted on it – but too late for guilt.

"A Southern Comfort on the rocks would be lovely "– she replied – "where do you come from?"

We spent the next hour small talking, my guilt resulted in me quickly mentioning my wife at home (I had a ring on anyway) but she kept on probing and made me feel very special. A few more takes went down and the conversation started to drift toward more risqué questions.

"Have you ever experimented with anything kinky?" she asked eventually.

I blushed instantly not knowing quite what to say. "No, not really although I have watched the odd blue film and experimented over the internet a little when I am in my Hotel room on trips?"

"Who's a naughty boy then" she quickly quipped "you know little things can be a real turn on if you just widen your horizons a little".

I was now hooked and my cock was beginning to wake up all on its own. I thought I'd push just a little further – "what sort of thing do you mean?" I asked.

"It could be anything, for instance supposing I said I would visit the ladies and bring you back my panties, would you visit the gents and change out of your underpants and put them on under your suit?"

Now things were fast getting a little out of control. I felt my cock strain against my underpants and throb a couple of times – I was not sure, but I think Susan had spotted the bulge and the activity in my trousers – although I was trying not to let her see.

"That is certainly in the kinky field" I admitted "it is the sort of thing I might have fantasised about a little – what would I do with the underpants?"

She gave one of those little grins that said I have you excited and fast coming under my control – and she was right. "You should stand on the toilet seat and throw them out of the window - I would want to search your permister to see that you had complied" she answered

I looked a little alarmed and was having second thoughts at this point. But something inside me said what harm would it do – I have spare underpants in the hotel and the more I thought about it the more excited my groin region became.

"And just how would you go about searching my permister in a public bar?" I enquired.

Over there is a booth that we can sit down in, masked by the table I will be able to give you a thorough search" she said with a full on stare into my eyes and a pout that was irresistible. "Shall I pay a visit to the ladies?"

The point of no return – my cock and groin by this time had probably been raging hard for over half an hour. I had not noticed the swing in the conversation that she had brought about but in retrospect I realised we had moved to flirting talk some time back.

"OK – shall I get another take whilst you are gone?"

"Yes please – just take them over to the booth and take a seat – I won't be long."

I ordered the takes plus a double brandy that I shot back in one for Dutch courage and moved to the booth – placing the takes on the table I shuffled round behind the fixed table looking over to the door labelled 'Ladies'. It was only a few moments really – but seemed like an hour waiting for her to re-appear. The door opened and out walked the two ladies Susan had been with when I came into the bar – they were chatting and giggling between themselves as they returned to their own booth on the other side of the bar. A few moments later Susan came out – clearly spruced up with makeup touched up and she walked slowly over swinging her shapely hips and smiling at me like a naughty schoolgirl. My cock gave another big throb.

She shuffled into the booth seat beside me and cuddled up close allowing the whole length of her body to come into contact with mine. Another throb.

Then she leant to my ear and said quietly and slowly "I am just placing my wet panties into your pocket for you to go and change into them – remember to throw away your underpants out of the window..........aren't you just excited?"

At this point I felt her hand move into my trouser pocket and became aware of the small bundle of cloth she was placing there. Whilst in my pocket I felt her take a quick feel of my throbbing cock and she quickly withdrew her hand – but then placed it on my groin not quite touching any part of my genetalia – but tantalising close.

I took a swig of my beer and looked into her eyes. One last bout of guilt flashed across me and I said " this is just for a bit of fun - right"

"Absolutely – this is just for pure fun" she responded quietly and firmly.

I rose and walked toward the 'Gents' and as I approached the door I caught the eyes of Susan's two friends clearly watching to see if I went in. I tried to look like I had not noticed them at all and quickly entered the facility. As I walked in I wanted to take a piss anyway – my swollen cock felt like it was bottled up so first thing was to stand at the one urinal and do so. Just as I was finishing the door opened and two men entered chatting to each other. One went straight into the only cubicle and without shutting the door stood in front of it – his mate assumed the urinal space I had just vacated and I stood by the sink washing my hands. The conversation between them continued as if I was not there at all.

"The girl in the black dress in the booth at the back looks a bit tasty – wonder if she's spoken for?" the man in the cubicle shouted over the noise he was making.

"Probably the two girls in the front booth are a better bet" answered his friend " but the blonde is the best fucking thing I've seen in many a moon" he continued.

I pretended to prune my hair after taking a long time to dry my hands and the two guys left without washing their hands and as if I was invisible. I moved to the cubicle and locked myself inside. At this point I extracted the bulge of material from my pocket and looked to see what panties she had given me. They were bright pink with a very elaborate lacy design. They were quite big in the front and were high cut, the back was more like a G string design with a wedge of material where they come out of the bum crack and attach to the waistband. The waistband itself was ornate but quite pronounced and looked like it would do the job of holding up the panties high on the waistline.

My cock had returned to its erect state and gave me a throbbing reminder that I was getting very excited. I sat down on the toilet, removed my shoes, stood up and took off my trousers and underpants in one. I then picked up the panties and slowly put my legs into the holes. As I drew them up over my bulging cock I could not resist giving it a bit of a rub through the lacy material – it felt wonderful and I nearly shot my load there and then. I quickly thought it would be most unfair to mess up Susan's panties so I quickly withdrew my hand and simmered down a bit – but noticed a small stain of pre-cum was evident.

The panties did come up high on the waist with the back cutting in between my bum cheeks. The amount of material on the front allowed my throbbing cock to strain within the surface area including my now very full sacks underneath. The trimming around my legs was very tight so nothing was hanging out. At this point I put my trousers back on and looked up. Sure enough a small high level slit window was there, allowing some air movement, so I stood on the toilet and threw my underpants out of the window. I then returned quickly to Susan still sitting in the booth.

As I returned she gave me a wide affectionate smile and I sat down next to her again. I gave myself 6 inches or so of a gap – I was beginning to feel guilty again.

"How do they feel?" she asked

By now the guilt was again being taken over by her charm and the tantalising situation I was in. My bulge was back to full strength.

"Very feminine" I tamely noted "I thought I was going to get caught just then but think I got away with it"

"Are the underpants out of the window?" she asked

I confirmed I had done everything as asked and yes my underpants were gone (but then presumably she was now without any panties. That thought brought another throb.)

"Well then – time for my body search" she said as she shuffled back across the six inch gap and linked up with me again. It was at that moment I became aware of the two guys from the Gents looking over and the body language said it all – lucky bugger – and they moved over to Susan's friends in the opposite booth with a bottle of Bacardi and an ice bucket full of cokes.

Susan moved close to my ear again and started to speak quietly –"let's see what I can find?"

Sat on my right, she placed her left arm over my left shoulder her right hand began to explore. She started at the top, placing her hand between my suit jacket and shirt and felt across my shoulders down a bit over my chest – giving a playful pinch on each nipple as her hand moved by – when she reached the pocket level of the jacket she flicked inside to check the underpants were not there and carried on down toward my groin area.

When she reached the belt level she stopped for a moment and all of a sudden quickly dropped down below the table line so she could not be seen from the bar. I looked up and the barman was chatting to a customer well away from us and the two guys were in close conversation with Susan's friends. No body had noticed.

Susan proceeded to deftly and almost professionally frisk my legs from top to bottom and just before she came back up, she used both hands to undo my belt and trousers and open up my flies. My raging cock sprang forward encased in pink lacy material and in search of some attention. She looked up in an approving way and then just as quickly as she had ducked down she was back beside me with her left arm around me again.

She leaned over to my ear again...." I see you like wearing woman's panties – your pecker looks like it is rather excited" she whispered.

I went a little red...."It has not tried out anything like this before" I said "it seems to have a mind of its own" I whimpered.

At this point Susan moved her right hand back to my groin region and very lightly rubbed a finger along the lacy material just to one side of my hard cock. The sensation was electric as she didn't actually touch the penis but caused the material to rub along its length. She also pinched hold of the material a little and pulled on it a bit to give my balls a wake up call (as if they needed it).

"I love a man who can get in touch with his feminine side," she went on "always makes them feel somewhat vulnerable"

I was certainly feeling that. "How would you like to go to the next stage" she then asked.

This was now getting quite scary; here I was sat in a darkened booth in a bar, next to this gorgeous woman who was not wearing any panties because I had them on. My trousers and flies were undone and a raging hard on enwrapped in pink lacy panties was poking out and Susan was asking if I wanted to go to the next stage! What on earth might that be?

"You are a pretty scary woman" I muttered "what do mean by the next stage"

"Well" she said "I like to get in touch with my dominant side and control the men I have sex with – would you be game?"

Oh...(guilt coming rushing back)...I think this game is really fun but I didn't want to be unfaithful to my wife" I quickly said.

"That's ok – she will never find out and I won't have full sex with you – I just think a bit more play would be fun...what do think" I looked at her and she was just the most lovely creature. As I looked at her she moved her eyes down her dress. The beautiful breasts were clearly excited with her nipples clearly visible through the bra and dress and she had allowed her dress to ride up so the stocking tops and suspenders were clearly visible to me. I think I could just make out a little bit of her naked fanny in the shadows.

The throb in my pink panties again started to get the better of me. "So what does this involve?" I asked.

"Well", she said, "I will again go to the Ladies and remove my bra and you will follow to the Gents and put it on under your shirt – but this time I will help you fasten the clip so I will sneak in to the Gents once you have given me the all clear. It was the first time I put two and two together and realised the pink bra I had seen the edges of around her cleavage clearly matched with the lacy panties I was now wearing.

After about 45 seconds of hesitation I agreed to the next game-plan. She asked that I do myself up and refurbish the table with takes whilst she went to remove her bra. I was at the bar getting served when she walked back and quietly whispered "I'm just going to have a quick word with my friends, you drop off the takes and go to the Gents – stay in there if it is all clear, come back out if it isn't" she moved over to the table where the guys and their Bacardi seemed to be doing the business – each had paired off with one of the girls and much chatter and laughter was to be heard.

As Susan leaned over to whisper in the ear of one of her friends I moved back to the booth with the takes – placed them on the table and walked over to the Gents – and went inside. It was empty so I stayed there. Within 30 seconds the door opened and Susan quickly came in and urged me into the cubicle where she joined me – closing the door and locking it behind her. She then placed a single finger over her mouth to indicate that we should remain silent.

The cubicle was small and we were now very close together – me facing her and I immediately noticed how her dress now moulded itself to her breasts with nipples proud. The bra was gone. She urged me to take off my jacket and shirt and hung them both on a hook behind her. She then reached into her purse and pulled out the pink lacy bra she had been wearing.

"Turn around and move forward with one leg either side of the toilet pan so I can put this on you" she urged and I complied. She came up behind me and put her arms around me with the bra in one hand. It did not have any straps so she was able to quickly open it out in position and draw the backs around doing up the clasp. She then went back to her purse and drew out two lacy pink straps and fiddled for a moment at the back.

Turning me back around she lent over each shoulder in turn, drawing the straps to the front and fixing them in position on the front of the bra. As she did this she looked me straight in the eyes with that flirtatious slightly evil smile of hers. "Now for me to give you a proper body search for those underpants" she whispered and she moved to undo my belt and flies again.

I was too far gone to resist and my cock was now absolutely aching for relief – by this time the foreplay had amounted to over two hours of constant erection. She pushed down my trousers – quickly taking a long hard stroke of my erect cock through the panties – and ushered me to sit down. Taking off my shoes she was then able to remove my trousers all together and again hung them on the hook behind her.

Turning back to face me she motioned me to stand up again – which I compliantly did and she came up really close again I was aware of her feeling her way around the panties and she suddenly made a quick motion behind my back. I felt the waist band of the panties tighten quite forcibly around me squeezing me in a sort of corset action. I quickly assessed the waist band had some sort of band sewn into them alike the plastic strips they use to handcuff primisterers and as she pulled the strap tightened on a ratchet making a rapid clicking noise. "You would not be feminine without a waistline that matches the curves I can now give you" she said again in a whisper. With this she delved back into her purse and produced two jelly implants to pad out the bra with. "Just humour me for a few more minutes and I'll make it all worth while for you" she said. With this she stood as far back as possible to look me up and down and gave a knowing grin at her handiwork. At this moment I suddenly began to feel worried but was not sure I could easily over power Susan in this predicament. Susan spotted the little bit of panic setting in.

"One more thing" she said delving back into her purse. Although I looked down I could not see what she took out. "Then I'll let you get dressed."

Thank goodness for that I thought – popping out the implants would allow me to look reamisterably normal with my suit on again. She manoeuvred me again so I was facing the wall with my back to her and I was peripherally aware of activity behind me. She then gently took hold of one arm at the wrist and placed my hand on the side wall of the cubicle – " just a moment she said" – and did the same with my other hand placing it on the other side of the cubicle. A few seconds went by and she leant forward and reached around to touch my hard erection directly. My whole groin was now ready to explode with the biggest ever load of cum that I could imagine – and she knew it. She was a master tease and kept on squeezing the right point to deflate me each time I was about to come – but it was absolutely wonderful – I was just in seventh heaven.

During this whole time I stood absolutely rigidly in place so she had her bearings absolutely set and knew where and could sense when to squeeze me again to keep me hanging on. After a few minutes of this attention she stopped – and then made a move under one of my arms to sit on the toilet facing me. She looked up with a grin.

"Can I get dressed now" I asked.

She looked at me and opened her hand uncovering the tube of super glue she had taken from her purse. It was at this moment I realised my hands were in fact solidly fixed to the cubicle sides. No matter how I struggled the whole palm and fingers were stuck solid and I was totally at her mercy.

Oh yes – you can now get dressed she smirked – in fact you are well underway. Just a few measures to ensure you don't doubt it all. With this she opened the top of the super glue and swiftly placed blobs behind the implant breasts adhering then to my skin. She then followed up with several squeezes of the tube to the straps and places on the bra and then sat down to look at the panties still encasing my erection. She continued to apply blobs of the super glue around the waistband of the panties and the leg seams to absolutely trap me into them. Then with a final flurry she traced the length of my cock with the glue seeping through the lacy material and sealing it along my whole length.

"Just imagine how the nurse will be chuckling when you go to the hospital to get this lot removed" she said now giggling with a very evil laugh. Again I struggled to try and free my hands but they were absolutely glued tight.

Panic was now well set in. "Why are you doing this to me – we were having such a nice time – I was really enjoying your company?" "You married men – you are all the same" she suddenly spurted out – "out of sight out of mind and I believe you need teaching a lesmister!" And this is one lesmister you will remember for a long time.

With that she again slid under my arm and picked my clothes off the peg. Deftly sweeping back she stood on the toilet seat and proceeded to stuff them out of the window to join the underpants. Moving behind me again, she came up close one last time and again leaned round to take control of my cock. This time she did not pull back and I absolutely exploded inside the panties. She did not stop rubbing until I was exhausted.

"See – I told you kinky sex could be fun" she said as the last drops oozed out through the pink lacy material.

She then picked up her purse, unlocked the door and proceeded out of the Gents. I wondered what the two girls might be up to with the Bacardi guys?

Chantelle was just nestling her beautiful boobs into the black lacy bra as she looked up in a mirror to see Susan walking out of the bathroom into the bedroom in matching pink bra and panties. Both women were stunning looking ladies and looked at each other in their underwear with a knowing smile on their faces.

"Are those a pair of your special pink panties?" Chantelle asked.

"Yep, I'm really in the mood to take a pop at some gullible man tonight" Susan answered. "I'm going out feeling in the mood for some control!"

Chantelle and Susan shared an apartment near the town centre and were dressing for a night out. A scarlet red loose fitting top over a black leather skirt was the choice of Chantelle nestling over her curvaceous body – a small black dress selected by Susan. They were hot.

"Where are we meeting Joy?" asked Susan.

"Down at the Black Cat bar around 8.30" was the response.

Meanwhile Steve and Bob were just leaving their Hotel having spent the day on a marketing stand in the big exhibition centre and ready for a take and a bit of fun in a strange town.

"Did you call Mary?" asked Bob

"Yep, she was just out of the shower and was teasing me a bit over the phone about missing my body – left me with a right hard-on" said Steve.

"You are the lucky one – Sarah was just stroppy about being left with the kids – but she knows it goes with the job – she is glad I am back tomorrow evening" responded Bob.

The two men walked down the street checking out the various bars and restaurants – they settled on a Chinese restaurant where they had some food and then moved down to a seedy looking bar with a large yellow cats eye back lit on a sign over the door – they entered the bar.

As they walked in they went directly to two stools at the island bar in the centre of the room and called for a couple of Bacardi and cokes. From their vantage position they started to look around at the people that were in there. A couple of older men were sat on the opposite side of the bar talking to the barman with the familiarity of regulars. The bar had a series of fixed tables around the edge each with booth seating. In the booth nearest to them two very pretty women were sat engrossed in conversation sipping at their takes. Steve was facing them and, leaning over near to Bob's ear, spoke quietly: "You know I've often wondered what a one night stand would be like and sure as hell could give the girls behind you a bit of sexual attention. My hard-on from earlier still hasn't fully subsided!"

Just as Steve said this, the two girls rose picking up their handbags and moved toward the ladies toilet. As they walked by, Steve saw they were both very evocatively dressed – one in a red top over a short leather skirt, the other in a white tight skimpy top over a blue micro-skirt with very high white boots on her legs up to her knees. His dick stirred a bit reminding him he had been a few days without any sexual workout.

Bob was looking the other way and could just make out a man stood ordering takes toward the back of the bar. He grabbed a look at the girls as they moved toward the toilet door- "I can see what it is that has been stimulating you so much" he said "and just catch an eyeful of the Blonde in the black dress walking to the ladies."

As the woman in the black dress sauntered by, Steve caught a good eyeful and she looked into his eyes just enough to acknowledge her satisfaction he was looking at her. She gave a small smile and walked directly into the ladies toilet.

"God she is piece of work" – exclaimed Steve – "what do you feel like doing for the rest of the evening?"

"I must say those three are a joy to look at – not sure I want to get too involved though" – replied Bob.

"Oh come on" Steve added " we are miles from home in a quiet bar – a bit of company over a few takes won't harm what do you say?"

Just as long as it is restricted to that alone I'm game for an hour or two" said Bob.

As he said that the two girls came out of the toilet and returned to their seat – as they moved by, the girl in red looked Steve directly in the eye and gave him a beaming smile. He couldn't avert his stare in time and smiled back with another throb in his trouser region.

A few moments later the Blonde emerged and moved to the back of the bar and again she made eye contact with Steve and appeared to pout her lips – Steve was definitely feeling rather horny.

Steve looked over at Bob. "Let's buy a bottle of Bacardi and a few cokes and see if the girls want to help us take it – I'm in the mood for some company"

"Ok – you order up – I'm off for a pee!"

"I'm right behind you" said Steve and they moved toward the Gents toilet door together.

In the Gents they split between the one cubicle and one urinal, pushing past a chap washing his hands as they entered.

"The girl in the black dress in the booth at the back looks a bit tasty – wonder if she's spoken for?" Bob shouted to Steve.

"Probably - the two girls in the front booth are a better bet" answered Steve " but the blonde is the best fucking thing I've seen in many a moon" he continued.

They pushed back past the chap in the Gents who was pruning his hair and returned to the bar where they negotiated a price for a full bottle of Bacardi, an ice bucket full of sale or return cokes with ice and four glasses. The barman had to stir up his ice making machine as he compiled the order. At this moment Bob realised the bloke from the Gents was returning to the back of the bar and taking a seat next to the Blonde in the black-dress.

"Some lucky bugger is with the Blonde" said Bob. Steve quickly turned around to glance and saw the two cuddled up together. "Oh well – we need two anyway" he quickly responded. At this point Steve picked up the glasses and Bacardi and Bob grabbed the ice bucket full of cokes and a bottle opener offered to him by the barman.

"Have you seen the hot TV advert for the take that makes you a natural at dancing the Samba – we seem to have some here and wandered if you fancied a lesmister?" Steve opened up with the two girls. Bob waited in the shadows for a moment. The girl in red looked up, gave a slightly sullen look and asked "what makes you think I am not already the hottest Samba dancer in town?"

Steve looked down – he could not help himself noticing the hint of black lace holding up her tits and presenting a lovely bit of cleavage in the front cut of her blouse – his dick gave a small throb. "I sort of thought that" he added "with an outfit like that you clearly have the passion for Latin moves".

With that he moved to sit down, placed the bottle and the glasses on the table and offered his right hand to shake "I was born a Steve and love to dance" – he added. "Chantelle" was the response as she accepted the handshake with a very weak hand gently place in his.

"This is Bob" – said Steve as Bob moved out of the shadows with the ice bucket. "My name is Joy" – said the girl in white and she offered up her hand to Bob. Bob quickly put down the ice bucket and the opener and sat down beside Joy drying his right hand from the ice bucket condensation on his trousers as he did so to receive Joys handshake.

Steve and Chantelle were a natural couple in moments – talking away as if they had been friends for years. The conversation between Joy and Bob was much more powerd with Joy asking most of the early questions. The take flowed, the men takeing a fair bit faster than the ladies and more cokes in a fresh ice bucket were called for. Just as Bob was collecting the cokes, the Blonde in the black dress approached Joy and leaned over to whisper in her ear. A big smile erupted on Joys face and before Bob returned he saw the Blonde move off toward the toilets again. He took his place alongside Joy - the talking was becoming much easier as the rum kicked in.

"Do you know that woman in the black dress?" Bob enquired.

"She is Chantelle's housemate – we often come out for a take together – Joy answered. "Why - do you fancy her?"

Bob was immediately on the back foot "I think all three of you are very beautiful looking women" he answered diplomatically "but I am a bit old in the tooth to have fanciful dreams these days."

"You are the age when I bet you have some very fanciful dreams" retorted Joy "tell me you have never had a wet dream when you have been away from home?" she challenged.

"OK – at the end of the day I do occasionally have a dream like that but I've always been monogamous" responded Bob

"So what is your wildest fantasy that you wish your wife would deliver you on your next birthday?" Joy asked. As she did this she moved her whole body around to face Bob on his left side and brought her head close to allow him to speak quietly and be heard only by her. Her lips were only a few inches away from Bobs.

Bob was feeling a bit awkward, wanting to feel less guilty of not being with his wife. "If I was truthful it would be having sex totally on the terms of a woman in control – I have always dreamt along those sorts of lines when it comes to wet dreams" (Bob had no idea where this came from – must be the Bacardi talking he thought.)

Joy was very quick to react "so to be told what to do and to give yourself over to a sexually dominant woman turns you on does it" – with this she looked Bob directly in the eyes and moved an inch or two closer such that he could feel her breath on his face and smell her perfume close up – she smiled and did not avert her gaze for a moment. "I like to make love to men who like to be dominated – I know some tricks that would turn you on in a major way" With this she moved her left hand onto Bobs thigh just short of his dick. She detected a twitch as it started to come to life and again smiled.

It was at this point that Bob noticed Steve and Chantelle were kissing passionately and he saw that her hand was inside his trousers playing with his stiff member – he was already putty in her hands. A few moments later he became aware that Steve and Chantelle were getting up from the booth – Chantelle whispered something in Joy's ear and they both moved off toward the ladies toilet. Joy returned her full attention to Bob and said "They are both so horny they have gone off to do something about it – we are meeting up with them at Chantelle's flat round the corner – finish up your take and we'll walk round there – it's only a few minutes walk." By this time Joys hand had begun to play with Bob's dick through the fabric of his trousers and underpants and he was beginning to strain with a raging hard on. He couldn't resist letting her do it.

He looked hesitatingly around – Chantelle and Steve were no where to be seen – the only change in the bar was the Blonde in the black dress had sat down at the bar on her own sipping a glass of water. No sign of the chap she had been speaking to earlier.

"Errrrrr – I don't know" mumred Bob "I should really get back to the hotel and get some relax – I am out of here tomorrow."

At this point Joy became quite physical, placed her hand around his head and drew him to meet her lips. She French kissed him whilst rubbing that bit harder up and down on his stiff cock through the trousers still. After a few seconds Bob suddenly became aware Joy had slid down the zipper of his trousers and had adeptly moved in around the side of his underpants and was now playing with his dick slowly moving her encircled hand up and down its length.

"I am just like you – really in need of a bit of uncomplicated sex with no strings attached – my panties are really wet wanting your company – just an hour or so whilst your mate works out with Chantelle – what do you say?" Joy whispered. "I will fulfil your fantasy for you."

Bob didn't know what to do, he had never been unfaithful to his wife in 9 years of marriage and although he and Steve had occasionally visited a strip bar on business he had never strayed in the physical sense. But the movements up and down his cock were so soft and gentle he was now getting really horny and was as stiff as he could ever remember being. Joy continued to stroke – just occasionally playing with the head of his cock to stimulate him more – she had magic fingers and knew exactly what she was doing. Bob was enjoying it all too much.

"I have never done anything like this before – you say Steve has gone round the corner with Chantelle" said Bob a bit feebly.

Joy responded "she told me they were going to work out a bit in the loo but that we could let ourselves in and they will meet us back there in the not too distant – come on a bit of rampant company is clearly what this fella here wants" (she widened her hand along the whole length of Bobs now raging cock smoothing the trickle of pre-cum along it and teasing his balls through the pubic hair at it's base – he was loving it).

Bob looked at Joy straight on – one last pang of guilt waved across his face – but her eyes pierced into him – "this will be a bit of harmless fun I assure you" she said.

With that Bob chose, he knocked back the dregs of his glass (the Bacardi was now long gone) and Joy removed her hand sweetly zipping Bob up on the way out. A quick rub to keep the cock erect and a kiss on the lips retained his interest totally.

They walked around a couple of blocks and came to what looked like a fire escape "In here" she said "it is quicker than going round the front." They entered a dimly lit hall and Joy produced a key that let them into the second door on the right. It was a small apartment with a living area with small kitchenette and a couple of doors off (presumably two bedrooms Bob thought).

"Come!" she said and led Bob into one of the bedrooms – a double bed faced them with a brass frame, Joy walked up close again to Bob and started to give him a lingering kiss whilst at the some time she revived his erection with a fresh rub through his trousers. "Let me see what I have been playing with then" Joy suddenly said with a hint of an order in her tone. Bob was a bit worried. At this point Joy started to undo Bobs shirt and pulled it back down his arms and off behind him. She looked up and smiled at him – he had not resisted. She then undid his belt and trousers, taking an extra long stroke of his erection through his underpants and slid them down to his ankles. Bob was then pushed a bit backwards causing him to sit down on the bed behind him.

"I said I like to be a bit dominant" she said "your fantasy – remember?"

Bob didn't quite know how to take this – matters were progressing very quickly but his raging cock was taking over his sensibility. In a few more movements Joy had the shoes socks and trousers removed and she lifted Bob's legs and twisted him onto the bed. Bob assisted and settled himself in the centre of the bed. At this point Joy leant down to one of the bed side cabinets and extracted a ball of parcel string and a pair of scissors. She moved onto the bed – still fully clothed – and straddled Bob with her bum firmly on his stiff cock. A few small movements and Bob was throbbing away – she looked at him and smiled.

"So you like a woman on top" she said directly at him. Bob looked up and started to want the material between his erect cock and her fanny out of the way. With this she started to unravel the string and cut some lengths about three feet long – after placing four pieces on the bed she placed the scissors back on the side table and picked up Bobs left hand. Looking into his eyes with a smile as she did it, she smoothly double looped one end of a piece of string around the base of is small finger tying it quite tightly. She repeated this with his right hand. "Now" she said "If I am to control you, you need to submit to me" and with this she leant over – making a point of lowering her clad breasts onto Bob's chest and again wriggling her bum just a little. She stretched out Bobs left arm so the hand was toward the corner of the bed.

Bob complied and she attached the other end of the string to the brass bed head. She quickly did the same with the right arm. "She sat up again and looked down at Bob – and in a re-assuring voice – "don't worry it will only take a few seconds to cut you free with the scissors – just lie back and enjoy the fantasy"

Joy then slide evocatively down Bobs body rubbing his cock with her body and about his knees turned around so she was facing his feet – now sat on his knees. With a bit of a flurry Joy attached two more pieces of string to Bob's small toes – again at the base below the knuckle. Dismounting the bed she then moved around the base of the bed and attached the string to the bottom brass up stand on the bed.

At this point Bob felt a bit worried and thought he would try one hand just to see how tight things were – he quickly realised that although the string was not much in diameter. It was a lot stronger than the joint in his finger and he would end up breaking something on him before the string would snap – he realised he was totally at her mercy.

Joy moved around the bed and leaned over Bob, "As I said – I can fulfil your fantasy of control by a woman – you are now all mine!" with this she placed her hand directly on Bobs throbbing cock and proceeded to tease it mercilessly through the material of his under pants. After a few minutes she smiled again at Bob and went back around the bed to the other side where the string and scissors were parked. She sat on the edge of the bed and proceeded to cut away the underpants to expose Bobs raging cock. She ended with a flurry – yanking out the chopped up underpants from under Bob with a sharp pull. She then moved to the dresser at the back of the room and delved into her handbag bringing out a small digital camera. "I like to have a photographic record of my conquests" she said starting up the little whining noise of the flash getting ready for action. Bob now felt very uncomfortable. He gave a few more tugs at his bonds but realised that the more he struggled the tighter the string around his fingers and toes became and they were now starting to hurt a lot.

"Actually I think I have had enough" Bob stated "please would you cut me free now" he said as forcibly as he could muster. "Click/Flash" went the camera as Joy stood at the end of the bed looking along Bobs spread eagled body with a raging erection before her and Bob trying to turn his head away from the camera.

"You know" she said "there are several reamisters I like to switch off men like you with fine string – one of them is it does not notice on the photograph – just makes you look like a willing participant and that hard on shows you are enjoying yourself – another is its effectiveness is always underestimated. You are now totally under my control - so get used to it!"

Bob's reaction was to try again to pull at his bonds but he realised he was stuck. This generated anger within him and again he tried aggressive negotiation. "I have absolutely had enough – please cut me free right now!" he iterated.

"Now that's not very friendly" replied Joy "I am only fulfilling your fantasy" and with that she disappeared into the bathroom with her handbag. She returned with a towel and a few implements and set these out to the side of Bob adjacent to his groin area. His erection was beginning to fade a bit as this was now a worrying situation rather than a sexual one. Joy took his cock back into her hand and stroked it back to life – looking at Bob.

"This can be really enjoyable for you or not – it is your choice – relax and enjoy the situation and you will have a good time" she said softly.

With his cock throbbing again Joy took grip of a small battery operated hair trimmer and switched it on. She proceeded to work all around Bob's pubic region cutting away all his hair. After a while she took a damp face cloth and rubbed him all around the area brownietering the cuttings onto the towel she had positioned. Without saying a word Joy then picked up an aerosol can and loaded her right hand with creamy foam. This was then generously rubbed all around his balls, his cock and the groin region. With that she collected the towel and went back to the bathroom. As she moved toward the door she turned back and commented
"I like to leave my mark on my conquests – the cream will work over the next 15 minutes to leave you totally smooth and free of pubic hair."

She moved off into the bathroom and re-emerged a few moments later having shaken the towel out of the clippings and with the face towel refreshed. Placing these on the bed she again returned to the base and picked up the camera again taking a few more shots. At this point she walked over to the heap of cloth that was Bob's trousers and she placed her hand into his pocket – extracting his wallet. "Now let's see who we have here – I like to know where to send the photos if co-operation is less than fully compliant" Bob looked over in horror. Joy extracted a business card with his contact details thereon. "This will do nicely" added Joy. She placed the card in her purse very specifically. She then returned to the foamy area and started to rub the cream off very slowly with the wet face towel As much as Bob wanted to resist – the feeling of the warm towel around his cock stimulated him back into action. Having wiped off all the cream Joy dried him using the towel and looked down at her handiwork.

"All smooth and hairless" she said "now we can see what we are doing."

With this she pinched his penis to stimulate a loss of erection and went back to the implements on the bed. She selected a metal ring that was clearly a good bit smaller than Bob's cock when erect. She took a small tube of oil and applied this to the ring and then placed it over Bobs cock and quickly to its base – this was followed by some renewed massaging that again stimulated life into Bob's cock. As it swelled up again Bob became aware of the constraint that the cock ring was applying but could not help himself.

"Now we are talking a hard on to be proud of and one that will be around for me to play with" announced Joy. Bob realised he was now in real trouble but could do nothing to fight it. He decided anger was not going to get him anywhere – perhaps some begging would help.

"Look you are welcome to the money in my wallet and I'll even get some more from the cashpoint if you let me – just let me go I beg you and no more will be said?" he whimpered.

"I am not interested in your money" Joy retorted "I like men that are all mine."

With this she took a few more shots and then drew a chair out from the dressing table to face Bob to one side of the bed. At this point she started to sway to an imaginary rhythm and began a slow striptease. Bob was able to watch and started to enjoy the action as she drew the top over her head to reveal two beautiful breasts encase in a white bra. The long white boots were next followed by the micro skirt. In her underwear she started to use the chair as a prop, performing professional strip teasing movements, tweaking her nipples through the thin material of the bra and putting her hand into her panties. As she did so she looked up at Bob who was transfixed and clearly enjoying the show as his cock was fully up and throbbing.

Slowly she removed her Bra and this was followed by the sensual removal of her panties. Bob was now trying not to let it get to him but far too late – his cock ringed penis was a hard as it ever got.

"I am now about to **** you" was the sudden statement made by Joy and with this she moved onto the bed – straddles Bob across his chest and inched up to give his mouth a rub of her wet cunt – leaving a lingering musty smell moving up Bob's nose.

"Lick me" she ordered. Bob resisted, he was full of all sorts of mixed up emotion at this stage and could omly muster a further request to be let go.

"Lick me or the photos will go public at your office tomorrow – that's a promise!"

With a thought of this Bob decided to let her have her way and started to use hid tongue on her. He enjoyed giving his wife cunnilingus so was actually well practiced at this act and as the perfume of Joy started to wash through him he found the whole exercise stimulating and started to put some effort into it. Joy came to an orgasm.

As Joy slide down Bob's body from his mouth she looked down at him over her luscious breasts and said "a woman could get used to that – you have clearly practised"

She kept on going and her bum touched the very tip of Bob's raging erection. "Now for some real **** action – and with this she grabbed hold of Bob's hard penis and quickly took it inside her. She started ti grind and move to offer a flow of feelings to Bob that were so intense he was on the verge of coming. She continued to grind and move with some obvious noises of enjoyment and within a few minutes Bob was shooting his well generated load inside her. She milked him until he was dry.

As she slid up his body again – releasing his cock – Bob noticed a feeling of it still being hard, the cock ring was clearly doing its job.

She dismounted him and again wondered around the bed to where the string and scissors were sat. This time she cutt off a piece of string about 8 feet long and then nestled back om the bed alongside Bobs penis. "Time to wrap up this toy of mine" she stated and with clear expertise applied the string around the scrotum, Bob's balls and his still stiff penis until the mummification of his whole member was complete. She tied off the ends of the string with a flurry and took the scissors to the ends so her work looked really neat.

He was seriously encased.

Joy then began to dress and placed all her implements back in her handbag except the camera – she used this to take some fresh shots.

Moving up to Bobs face she leant over and gave him a gentle kiss – "don't worry", she said "this is a serviced apart hotel and the maid will be in around 8 – I'm sure she will set you free!"

With that she picked up her bag and left the room and the apartment.

I wonder what Steve is up to was the first thing Bob could think about!

When Joy and Chantelle spotted the two chaps as they walked into the bar they both looked at each other and smiled. Chantelle instinctively moved her hands to arrange her luscious cleavage in her black lacy bra – just showing in the open neck of her red blouse. She looked over at Chantelle in her skimpy white top over a blue micro-skirt with the reflection of her white panties glinting in the light of the dimly lit booth in which they were sat. Their friend, Susan, had left them to talk to a lone chap that had been at the bar.

"Now we have seen Susan strike it hot perhaps our turn has just walked in" said Chantelle.

Joy twisted a little to see the two guys ordering a take and sit on stools at the central island bar – one faced them. She turned back "I reckon you could be right – they look lonely enough" responded Joy.

Just at this moment Chantelle noticed a signal from Susan – her flat mate – sitting over the other side of the bar in another booth with a man sat beside her. It was her holding her glass with both hands and meant a meeting in the toilets was called.

"Come on Joy, time to meet with Susan" said Chantelle – they collected up their bags and stood and walked to the toilet – as they passed the two guys at the bar Chantelle looked one in the eye and smiled a little. They entered the toilet. A few moments later Susan joined them and offered up a big smile.

"I think I've got him" she said "he's taken the bait and wants to try on my panties".

Joy giggled "have you one of your special pairs on?" she asked.

"Oh yes - and he is going to find out what that means big time" responded Susan.

"What do you reckon to the two chaps at the bar?" asked Chantelle to both the others.

"Ready to be plucked" stated Susan "the dark haired one couldn't resist a good look at all of us as we came in here – the fair haired one will take a bit more coaxing I think".

"Do you reckon they will come to us?" asked Joy.

"Let's give them 15 minutes to see" responded Chantelle.

At this point Susan lifted her small black dress to reveal the tops of her stay up black stockings and pink lacy panties, which she hooked with both thumbs and drew down to her feet. Stepping out of them she picked them up and placed them in her handbag.

"I have a man out there gagging to put these on – time to see if they fit!" stated Susan.

"If we go past the 15 minutes without action I will make a move on the guys – Joy have you got your room key?" said Chantelle.

"Yep, I called into Monties on the way here and got room 11" responded Joy.

"Right then – time to play" said Susan rather triumphantly.

With this Chantelle and Joy moved out to retake their seat in the front booth. As Chantelle walked by the two men she looked specifically into the eyes of the dark haired chap and smiled a little. She saw and felt a positive response. They went back to small talk over their depleted takes in the booth.

After a while, Susan set off to her man in a back booth of the bar.

After a few minutes Chantelle noticed Susan's man entering the gents toilet and leant over to Joy "Susan has worked her spell" said Chantelle.

Right then the two guys from the bar both went to the Gents and returned after a few minutes - they started talking to the barman. By now the dark haired man was regularly eying up Chantelle and she knew it. "I think we are on as well" she stated.

A few more minutes and the dark haired chap wondered over to the booth with a full bottle of Bacardi and four glasses in his hand – the fair haired guy followed in the shadows carrying an ice bucket full of cokes.

"Have you seen the hot Bacardi TV advert for the take that makes you a natural at dancing the Samba – we seem to have some here and wandered if you fancied a lesmister?" The dark haired guy spoke. The fair haired chap waited in the shadows for a moment. Chantelle looked up, gave a slightly sullen look and asked "what makes you think I am not already the hottest Samba dancer in town?"

The guy looked down – Chantelle consciously muscled up her breasts to ensure he would notice her luscious cleavage encased with the hint of black lace showing around the cut of her blouse. "I sort of thought that" the bloke added "with an outfit like that you clearly have the passion for Latin moves".

He then moved to sit down, placed the bottle and the glasses on the table and offered his right hand to shake "I was born a Steve and love to dance" – he added. "Chantelle" was the response as she accepted the handshake placing her hand gently in his.

"This is Bob" – said Steve as his friend moved out of the shadows with the ice bucket.

"My name is Joy" – said Joy offering up her hand to Bob. He quickly put down the ice bucket and the opener and sat down beside her, drying his right hand from the ice bucket condensation on his trousers to make a handshake.

The talking quickly split into two separate conversations with Joy and Bob's body language confirming to Chantelle that Bob was the shy one – but she knew Joy would sort that out in time. The takes flowed - the girls taking care not to take too quickly, but the boys were knocking back the rum and cokes pretty fast.

Chantelle kept Steve's glass topped up and their conversation flowed easily.

"So tell me about your home life" Chantelle asked.

"Not lots to say – away from home for work, have been a few days now and thought a bit of company would be fun" replied Steve – trying to avoid talk of his wife and home.

"So you are looking for fun are you?" replied Chantelle "what sort of fun do you mean?"

Steve was already quite horny; in an earlier phone call to his wife she had teased him over the wire about how she was in the nude from a shower and was masturbating herself to orgasm and asking him to stroke his dick in sympathy. He had actually found himself doing just that before he was due out with Bob so had raised a stiffy but not finished himself off.

"Your company is good fun" started Steve "I am happy to be with you for the evening."

"What about the night?" launched Chantelle "I like to have really good fun in my bedroom at night, just the thought of a good looking man like you turns me warm and wet to the point that I yearn a bit of sexual activity."

Steve couldn't believe his luck – she was a beautiful woman and seemed to be opening up for some extra curricular activity. Just her words had his cock now starting to strain within his trousers. She moved closer and leaned closely in toward his face. "What is it that you dream of when you have a wank in your hotel room!" she suddenly said.

As she did this, her right hand gently moved onto Steve's bulge in his trousers and started to probe and rub, he did not resist – indeed he opened up his legs a little beckoning her to feel a bit more of him. Chantelle recognised the sign and slowly lowered Steve's trouser zipper to allow her hand to start to feel his cock through the thin material of his underpants.

Chantelle caressed his quickly stiffening cock and pulled the top elastic that allowed his 8 inch cock to escape the confines of the underwear with a couple of inches showing above the waist band. She took the tip in between her fingers and started to move up and down the exposed part, moistening the tip with pre-cum that was starting to flow.

"Bosoms like yours" answered Steve – not comfortable to be admitting he ever wanked – but his wife was of the pert type and he tended to fantasise about a voluptuous woman and Chantelle was all of that.

Chantelle shuffled a bit closer and twisted a bit to emphasise her cleavage further under Steve's chin "bet you'd enjoy for me to bring you off using these then!" she said "I am an expert in tit wanks!"

Steve had not even thought before of using woman's breasts as a wanking opportunity but the thought drove him to a new level of sexual excitement – the thrusting twitch in his dick was very noticeable to Chantelle who immediately pinched his erection to subside it a little, sensing Steve was fast reaching the point of ejaculation.

Steve suddenly became aware that he was now yearning for Chantelle's company and sexual attention – his dick was now talking louder than his conscience and the rum was fuelling his desire for sexual relief. At this time he realised that Bob was back at the bar – getting some more cokes it looked like – and the blonde from the back of the room was leaning over whispering into the ear of Joy – she was grinning at what she was being told. Steve turned back to Chantelle – who was again livening up his cock with gentle strokes after the pinch.

"This fella feels like he would like to play – what do you say – I have a flat just round the corner we could spend some time together?" Chantelle said

Steve looked again at her cleavage and then up to her face. "I am with him – I need to let him know my plans" responded Steve.

"No issue, I'll get Joy to let him know where we are going" and with this she turned to Joys ear and whispered into it. Turning back to Steve she said "She's cool with that and will tell Bob what we are up to". She then increased her hold of his dick along its length and moved to deliver a kiss on his mouth that was soft and really lingering. Steve was now gagging for sex.

Chantelle's hands moved to seal up his trousers again – although she made no attempt to stick his cock back inside his underpants – the two inches was still sticking past his underwear waist band – but he was now encased again in his trousers. She leaned down to him again and looked him in the eye. "I think you need a little something to keep you excited whilst we walk – come with me" she stated in a fairly firm tone.

With this she arose, picked up her hand bag and urged Steve to stand up – which he duly did although a little shaky as he realised he had consumed a lot of rum. She then led him away from the booth toward the toilets – he followed looking over at Bob and Joy – and noticed Joy was rubbing Bobs cock so he assumed they would be making their own fun and decided they would regroup at the Hotel. He moved off hand in hand with Chantelle.

When they reached the ladies toilet Chantelle took a slightly firmer grip of Steve's hand and almost dragged him inside before he could react. When they got in it was quickly apparent the toilet was empty and she urged him into one of the cubicles – he obeyed already a bit embarrassed by his predicament. Chantelle followed him in and closed the door behind her. She asked Steve to sit on the closed seat and placed her hands on his chest making a circling motion to his nipples.

"You like me playing with these – don't you?" – stated Chantelle.

Steve's cock twitched proving he was turned on by the action.

"Well I am now going to release my bosoms from my bra and I want you to think about them whilst we walk back to the flat – so I want you to cover up your nipples with my bra!" Chantelle stated. "Take off your shirt!" she added

Steve though about this for all of 20 seconds – to see her curves in front of him is all he wanted at that moment so he reacted straight away and undid his shirt pushing it back over his shoulders and extracting his arms.

Chantelle undid a clip behind her red top that allowed it to lower itself onto her hips exposing her bosoms encased into her black lacy bra. Looking straight into Steve's eyes she then reached behind and undid her bra – slowly she took the two straps and lowered it to let her beautiful firm breasts become exposed in front of Steve's face. He was totally enchanted – especially as her deodorant gave off a lovely fragrance as she moved the bra off her arms.

Moving slowly, she then urged Steve to offer up his hands so she could slip the bra straps over his arms and then leant forward to reach behind him to do the clip up behind him. As she did this, her now free breasts touched the chest and chin of Steve who took in the fragrance and warmth emanating from her cleavage. He couldn't stop himself giving a small kiss to the flesh whilst it was in range.

"There – this will help you remember me as we walk" she noted as she moved back into the upright position and recovered her red top placing it back in position covering her breasts – clipping it back in place. "You can put your shirt back on now" she added. Steve obeyed.

Le Taxi


J et C adoraient que je les surprenne et ils n’étaient jamais déçus
Nous avions pour habitude de fréquenter les clubs libertins ou les soirées privées et c’était convenu comme cela ce soir la. Nous étions ce soir la invités chez un couple de doms
Je suis passé chez eux les chercher.
C portait un magnifique tailleur et J était aussi classe en costard
Je leur ai demandé de mettre un plug chacun pour être prêt pour la soirée
C était déjà trempée et je n’eu aucun mal a lui insérer
Quand à J, j’ai décidé de lui mettre un plug gonflable et que la poire soit accessible quand je le désirerai. Il était vraiment soumis avec sa ceinture de chasteté et ce plug dans le cul
BCBG et larbin cocufié en même temps, La bite enserrée dans sa cb 2000 et mister cul déjà dilaté
Il voulu prendre la voiture et je lui répondis que ce soir nous prendrions un taxi
Il fut surpris et je lui dis que tout était prévu
C me demanda pourquoi lui avoir fait mettre un plug gonflable et pas à elle
Je lui ai répondu que si j’avais envie de lui gonfler quelque chose ce n’était pas mister cul de chienne mais sa vulve. Elle fut surprise ne se doutant pas ou je voulais en venir
J’avais emmené avec moi une pompe à vide avec un vibro integré.Quand je l’ai sorti elle n’en n’avait jamais vu ni J.
Je lui ai relevé sa jupe et lui ai placé sur mister sexe après l’avoir fait humidifier par la langue de J.
J’ai pressé la pompe et ai maintenu le vide pendant une dizaine de minutes. Cela avait pour effet d’attirer le sang dans mister clito et ses lèvres et de les faire grossir de manière impressionnante
Quand je lui ai tordu le clito pour lui monter l’effet, elle degoulina de peur et de plaisir.
J’ai demande à J de la lécher pour renduire la pompe et je lui ai remis cet appareil avec la poire et la télécommande en haut de sa jupe
Quand le taxi a misterné, mes 2 soumis avaient leurs culs remplis et leurs sexes sous contrôle
Je me suis assis au milieu et ai posé un manteau sur mes mains qui avaient les poires et la télécommande. Je leur avais imposé de faire la conversation au chauffeur de taxi.
Je pressai les pompes pour les perturber pendant leurs jacasseries. Il ne se doutait de rien. Leur voix se mistert fait plus hésitantes avec le temps. Ils prenaient maintenant du plaisir
C’est le moment où j’ai mis le vibro de C en route. Elle ne tenait plus en place et le bruit a fait que le chauffeur regardait de plus en plus dans mister rétro. Sa voix traduisait sa jouissance et je ne pouvais m’empêcher de relancer la conversation. J essaya de d’attirer la conversation à lui et je le repris en pressant la pompe à plusieurs reprises. Son embarras devenait grand à chaque pression. Il ne savait plus quoi dire pendant que sa femme jouissait.
Le chauffeur compris plus ou moins notre manège et demanda si tout aller bien
Je lui répondis que madame était chaude et qu’il pouvait en profiter
Il ne se fit pas prier pour accepter, je défis la pompe et fit monter C à l’avant. Je lui demandai de bien vouloir montrer sa chatte gonflée et de le sucer. Elle avait relevé sa jupe et il put apercevoir entre ses bas mister clito gonflé. Il le masturba pendant qu’elle l’avalait. La pipe ne dura pas tellement elle bougeait provocant l’excitation du chauffeur. Elle l’aspira complètement et je la félicitai de cette petite mise en bouche.
Le taxi finit sa course et voulut nous l’offrir.
Je lui répondis que non et que J allais la payer tellement heureux de faire profiter de sa femme
A chaque fois qu’il donnait un billet de 10 francs je lui ai rappelé sa condition de soumis en gonflant un peu plus, il aurait sûrement voulu payer en pièces

Notre soirée était lancée et mes soumis prêts à tout.

Merci pour ce court texte plaisant... A vous lire

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Apartment Slavery


The apartment was small but comfortable. The landlady gave me a good deal on the rent in return for some maintenance in the house and garden. She lived on the first floor; there were another apartment on the second and mine was one of two on the third. The other apartment across the hall was empty and I was to fix it up and paint it as part of the rental agreement. I had barely moved in before the old hag, she was actually younger than my sixty-one, wanted the painting done right away because she had someone to rent it.

I worked three long days to get it done and the new tenant moved in on the fourth. I had an appointment with my lawyer about finalizing my divorce and didn't get home until late that day. My door was partly blocked by moving boxes so I knocked on the new tenant's door to get permission to move them. A female dressed in lose fitting fatigues five feet or less in her mid twenties looking very tired opened the door.

"Yes what is it," she snapped. "I'm very busy!"

"I'm sorry Miss but I live across the hall and your boxes are blocking my door." I spoke slowly with an apologetic tone.

"Oh yes Mr. C, the janitor. You aren't crippled! Are you? Just move them over!" She snorted some unintelligible expletives and slammed her door. I had wanted to say I'd be glad to help her but...wow I thought, I've got a veritable cyclone as a neighbour; perhaps though she had just lost it because of a rough moving day. My wife had accused me of being snappy with her, one of the reamisters we split; even though she was pretty fair at it herself and she had always been quick to retort. I moved a few boxes over and entered my apartment.

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later. I opened it and was faced with the cyclone again. "Did you take one of my boxes Mr' C?"

"Now why would I do that, maybe you should look in the porch down stairs. I think I saw some there." She stared at me fiercely and scanned the apartment as if looking for her box.

"Everything was brought up here the boys said, it couldn't be down there!"

"I'll be glad to go down and check for you Miss."

"It's Mz, Mr. C, and yes maybe you should and earn your keep!" She stomped back into her own apartment slamming the door. I stood for a minute and absorbed what she had said. Moving tenants was not in my job description but maybe just this once; she would probably calm down and apologise later. Moving can be taxing. I walked down the two flights. There were three boxes there. I picked up the two top ones and brought them up and then went right back down for the third. That was a very heavy box, containing a TV. The first two boxes were gone when I got back up so I knocked on the door. She opened it wide and motioned me inside.

Take it in the living room open it up. It's a brand new twenty-seven inch. You can set it on the stand and hook it up; I had the cable connected so it should work."

I went along without commenting. This woman had a strange effect on me. I had never been bullied like this at home or at work; well maybe in the army. I opened the box and set it on the stand looking for the plug-in on the wall and the cable connection. "No, no, no what is the matter with you the cable hooks into the VCR not the TV"

"I'm sorry Mz. I'm not very good with these things."

"Well, just get the damned VCR out of that box over there and set it on the shelf if you can't figure it out, I'll fuck'n well do it myself!" I did as she asked and and actually managed to hook it up and turn it on and then headed for the door. "Yes, get the remaining boxes and bring them in." I was heading for my own apartment but went along and brought in the six boxes.

"They all go in the bedroom, you know where that is, don't you?"

"Well I fixed up the place so I think so." I set them on the floor next to the bed and turned to leave.

"That's no fuck'n good on the floor; set them on the bed and open them damn it. I assume a janitor carries a pocket knife!" I obeyed or that's the feeling I had and slit them open. She came back a few minutes later setting down a hamper. "Do I have to tell you everything; those boxes are full of clothes. There's the closet and there's the dresser. That box has dresses, jackets and pants on hangers; heavy things on the left and lighter things on the right. Shoes and boots in that box go on the close floor, sweaters on the shelves, undies in the drawers and so on. That box has bed sheets and blankets; might as well do the bed too. Let's get with the program." She left for the other room. "Oh," she yelled "fold the boxes when you're done and take them to my storage space in the cellar."

Once again I felt compelled to just leave; why was I taking this? Hanging the clothes and setting up her shoes was not too bad but the underwear and brassieres and garter belts that felt weird but also erotic. I had never touched my wife's under-things and rarely seen them the way she always managed to hide herself when changing. I felt very strange and trancelike and realized that I was developing a semi. The undies were mostly soft and silky not at all like her permisterality. She was wearing sloppy fatigues and it was hard to visualize her body in those things. There were tons of underwear and not enough space in the dresser. I stood with a pair of panties trying to decide where to put them when she surprised me.

"Why don't you sniff them while you're at it, turns you on does it?"

"Oh no I...I ...there's no room for anymore. Where do I ... I mean."

"You were married; you've seen women's undies before."

"Well barely...I mean."

"Aha I see; who were you married to: Queen Victoria?"

"You might say that," I nodded emphasising my answer. "Just leave the rest in a box and I'll find a place later. I got no provisions yet why don't you go make us some coffee. You've got coffee?"

"Sure, I got cookies too."

"Good bring it over when you're ready, we'll take a break." When I returned with a tray she was sitting at the kitchen table typing on a laptop.

"Great um, smells good and homemade cookies, you still know how to cook." It was the first nice thing she'd said.

"Well that's what I did in the army" I wondered why she said still. I pushed a cookie plate close to her computer. We drank and ate cookies in silence while she tapped away

"Well I think that will do for tomorrow's schedules, oh, wait there's one more. Listen Mr; C. go run my bath, that box has towels and bathroom things in it. You can unpack while it fills and oh, there bubble bath stuff somewhere in there too. I followed her orders in a fog not understanding why. She came in just as I finished unpacking.

"You can undress me now." I stared at her gaping in disbelief. "What's wrong Mr' C?" I just stood there frozen, unable to speak. "You've seen a naked woman before; I don't have time for nonsense here; I told you to undress me...now get at it!" I began to fumble with the lower edge of her top as she sighed impatiently. She turned as I lifted it off letting me fumble with the bra hasps; then turning again as I manoeuvred it off her shoulders and pulled it off exposing two incredible slightly drooping full breasts. She caressed and squeezed them powering the flattened nipples out, as I got on my knees to remove her pants. "Fuck'n bra, my tits get squashed in those cups! Ah that feels good." I pulled her pants down and set them aside. She continued to massage her breast with her eyes closed as I fumred with the elastic in her panties. I pulled them down very slowly over her bulbous ass and sculptured thighs, drooling over her luscious flesh. She lifted each foot as I removed them while fluffing her pubic hairs with one hand, still massaging one breast with the other. I opened the hamper and threw the panties in. After removing her socks she stepped into the tub and got down sighing. "Ah that feels so good."

"Well I'll be going now Mz." I headed for the door.

"Not so fast Mr. C. Sit down!" She pointed at the toilet. I supposed you are wondering why and how I can get away with treating you like a slave."

"Well it's sort of...well more than unusual, isn't it?"

"You see, as of today you are my slave!"

"Really what makes you think so?"

"Let me give you the lowdown; I'm a permisternel manager with a large manufacturing company. I have a sixth sense about people; that's why I'm good at it." I also know every detail about your permisteral life. The permisternel manager with the company you retired from is my main source of information. I have read your physiological profile including army records, which tells me more about you than you know yourself. I suppose you are wondering why you didn't object to my demands. No one except your drill sergeant at boot camp has ever done that to you before right?"

"No that's for sure I can't explain it. I should have refused to bring up those boxes in the first place. It's not in my job description."

"No, but you did it and I knew you would based on your records and the look in you eyes. Behind that macho fa??ade lies a pussy cat with a secret desire to submit to authority. I am a fuck'n bitch and I enjoy being a bitch. Now here's the deal: I am busy not only at work but also at home with the computer. I'm a lousy cook and housekeeper; therefore you are going to cook and keep house for me."

"Just like that, what are you going to pay me for that?"

"I said slave, George ...which brings with it certain...shall we say, fringe benefits plus earned bonuses" She smiled knowingly while caressing hr breasts, leaving me nearly speechless again.

"What...what do you mean...fringe benefits and bonuses?"

"I'll let you know when I'm ready. Right now go to your apartment and take a quick shower. Then come back, dressed in your housecoat, slippers and nothing else! Move it! I don't want to lie in fuck'n tub all night!"

I showered quickly, my head spinning with a thousand thoughts. What did she mean by the pleasure of being her slave? She couldn't mean sex, or why else the shower; this was unbelievable. I was old enough to be her man. She was still in the tub and stood up when I returned.

"Wash me George, come on get on with it...there's the soap!"

"I...I don't see a washcloth...how?

"I prefer the permisteral touch George. First open your robe; let's have a look at your equipment." I was more than semi hard." What have we got here, seven inches erect?" I shrugged as she gave me a sharp stare. "Liar! what is it?"

"Seven and a half."

"All men measure their meat; don't ever lie to me again George!"

"No Mz. I won't." How could she tell I was lying?" She dropped to her knees in the tub, holding my cock with one hand; then stroking it with the other like you would a cat. She actually seemed to be examining my genitals, lifting and squeezing my balls. She began frigging me slowly at first; watching as it hardened and then pushed back my foreskin. I moaned and then gasped as she kissed and licked my knob and then swallowed the entire shaft. Her eyes were closed now as she just held it there while fondling my balls. I don't know how she could breathe; then suddenly she pulled back and began frigging my shaft faster while holding my knob in her mouth circling it with her tongue. I groaned loudly and exploded in her mouth as she continued to fondle my balls and suck hard on my knob while noisily gulping down my load.

"Ah good..." she licked her lips and kissed my knob, then sucked hard while stroking the shaft; "that was you first blowjob, right" I nodded watching her as he licked her lips and wiped her teeth with her tongue while making several contented swallowing motion. "That was one of your fringe benefits, George. You like being a slave now"

"I...I, well I guess so; I didn't really believe that people actually did...these things." She rose again and I began to soap her back slowly rubbing the soap on and then spreading it down over her generous ass cheeks.

"Your wife was the only woman you ever had sex with of course." I nodded while soaping her neck, shoulders and arms before tackling those perfect and surprisingly firm breasts. "Missionary style I supposed and not very often?"

"Well yes I mean no," I was in another world while my hands groped her shapely flesh; "less after the youngren were born and then nearly nothing after so many years."

"She thought sex was disgusting right, and you jerked off in the bathroom." I nodded, for some strange reamister not feeling embarrassed at all, making that intimate confession; it was no use lying to this woman.

"How often?"

"Once maybe twice a day," I was baring my soul to this woman as if we were talking about the weather.

"Are you sure it wasn't more?" she stared straight into my eyes.

"Well...well maybe three or four times on a weekend or if she was away visiting relatives."

"Not five or six," she stared again.

"Could be, I've done that I guess; alright one time when I got crazy horny, eight times in a day."

"Hm, good sperm production; got a computer for porn?"

"I don't know anything about computers."

"So what do you do, buy playboy?"

"No Mz. I use my imagination. You can do it to any woman you want that way." I finished even her anus and vagina after some prodding. Then while she got down to rinse I spread a towel on the floor and she ordered me to support her as she stepped out. That was a slaves duty she said; I was almost sorry to take that glistening shine of her beautiful curves as I began to dry her.

"What do you think about my body George?"

"Wow... you are a goddess Mz. A brick cuckolds brownie house, as we use to say."

"You like washing me this body?"

"I...I yes you've got an unbelievable shape." "So I suppose you wonder why I'm not married at twenty-eight."

"Nope... I mean not because you are not beautiful. "

"Ah...you mean my bitchy permisterality. You are right there, but it's also because of my four foot eleven. What are you five- ten?"

"And a half."

"Everybody wants to fuck me or getting blow jobs but that's where it ends; they want to marry long legged skinny models not chubby midgets"

"You're not chubby; you're a shapely hourglass goddess, and you're supposed to say little people now, I have a cousin who is and she says four foot ten is the cut off."

"Well just the same I get called midget a lot, mostly behind my back. There, I'm dry now, lead me to the bedroom. Like this." She put my right hand on her right arm and my left on her left shoulder. You will refer to me as mistress or madam from now on as long as we are alone, understand?"

"Yes mistress," we reached the bedroom where she stopped in front of the bed.

"Do I have to tell you to pull back the covers?"

"Sorry mistress," I pulled them back and fluffed the pillow and then stood back. She gave me an angry stare and I held her shoulders leaning her down and then lifted her legs up as she stretched out. I took a deep breath takeing in her naked form before tucking her in.

"Disrobe slave."

"Yes mistress," I removed my robe and hung it on a chair waiting.

"Remove my covers," I eagerly obeyed, "take my legs and swing me around so my cunt is near the edge. Now lift my legs and spread them wide. You have never seen a live cunt up close, have you George?" I shook my head. "Get on your knees and have a good look. I got down and stared at that most sacred female temple while gasping for air. She pointed to the various parts naming them, spreading the inner lips with her fingers exposing that magic entrance. "Have a closer look," I moved in and was going to tell her that I couldn't focus that close without my reading glasses. Then suddenly her thighs locked around my head and her heels mashed my face into her warm moist cunt.

I licked gingerly as she moved my head and her pelvis to where she wanted my tongue. I was surprised there were no unpleasant fishy smell, as some of my buddies had joked about over the years; just a tangy but not unpleasant taste. Her gasps and groans soon taught me where her most sensitive spots were, as her lower body performed unbelievable gyrations and those soft fleshy thighs opened and closed spasmodically on my head. Finally she gasped loudly several times and then pushed my head away.

"I'm done; get up!" I tucked her in and put on my robe. "That was a performance bonus; you've earned it tonight. I leave for work at eight. Wake me at seven. I will put on my makeup while you make and serve my breakfast with whatever you have. You will then dress me.

"Mistress, are we going to have regular sex too?"

"We're not in a so called...relationship" she made the quotation signs with her fingers. "There'll never be anything permisteral or remotely intimate between us; you're my slave and I'll order you to perform what ever type of sex act suits me at that moment. You'll make no suggestions; ask no questions but obey and perform without reservation, is that clearly understood?"

"Yes Mistress, I'm very sorry."

"Good, you're dismissed, until seven AM."

"Yes Mistress, goodnight."

"There's no need for pleasantries; I said dismissed, so you just bow and get you ass out of here!" She waved me off; I did just that and headed for my apartment, with a spring in my steps feeling not at all humiliated. I would have prostrated and kissed her feet if she'd asked.

I woke her at seven on the dot, whispering mistress and then carefully touched her shoulder. I got a grumpy, "I heard, what's for breakfast!"

"Eggs any way you want toast, jam, coffee, cereal." I already had her robe on my arm and held it as she got up and stretched arms above her head, then after rubbing those beautiful knockers let me fit the robe on her. I took a deep breath takeing in her curvy flesh before reluctantly covering up her luscious body, closing the robe over those beautiful proud breasts before tying the belt. She never made eye contact while being dressed.

"I'll have Toast and coffee this morning," she then pointed in the closed at what she wanted to wear. "You will learn to choose my apparel after a week or so; that's something else I don't want to think about. My underwear should be a buzz for a pervert." I thought maybe that statement was tongue in cheek but with her who knew? She then headed for the bathroom, while I certainly got a buzz, fingering those sexy under things. I already had the coffee on so I did her bed, assuming that was my responsibility now and then laid out her clothing neatly on the covers, especially the undies.

In the kitchen I placed two slices in the toaster without turning it on. "George," she called, I entered the bathroom, "bring my undies in here you can fit them on me while I'm doing my hair. I brought the items she wanted and got on my knees starting with her panties. That done, I removed her robe and tackled the more difficult task of fitting her breasts into their cups; I was getting a boner while fitting each in, shaking them a little to make them comfortable. I hasped the back and pulled the straps here and there to make sure everything was comfy. She heaved and twisted her chest; "that was satisfactory George, you'll get better." "Thank you mistress I'm relieved you are satisfied."

"Well not quite, where's my pantyhose?" I headed for the bedroom and found a pair." It took quite a while to fit those tricky items on her sculptured legs and ass; after which I dressed her in the robe again. I'll have my toast now; you can finish dressing me later.

She worked on the laptop while eating and printed out several page. "There are three pages of instructions for you to read after I leave. Get my purse!" I handed it to her and she picked out a Bank Card. "The pin is written on that little piece of paper, memorise and destroy it. You will use it for shopping; I have printed out a list of what I like to eat. You will keep it separate from your own purchases; we will not eat together...slave!"

"You really trust me with your bank account?"

"I wouldn't fuck'n well give it to you, if I didn't George. Now go wash that boner you had all morning with cold water; you've earned a bonus point but I want you back here soft. I hurried back trying my best to keep it soft and stood next to her while she typed away. "Drop your pants and in the future your morning and evening after eight PM garb will be a robe and nothing else." I obeyed in a quick hurry as she reached for my balls while still watching the screen, typing with one hand. She fondled my bag for a while and then grasped my cock frigging it to a hard rod. As my moans became gasps she turned the laptop off and closing the lid. She then swallow my knob while frigging the shaft and fondling my balls, resulting in a nearly instant eruption. I groaned with satisfaction as she greedily swallowed and sucked on my knob devouring every drop; then licking her lips she tongued and sucked her teeth as before. "That should hold you for a while, by the way, as my slave...jerking off is forbidden. Bring my clothes to the bathroom while I brush my teeth and finish my makeup."

I dressed her and went back to find the shoes she wanted to wear. She was disconnecting the printer and packing the laptop in its case while I was on my knees fitting her shoes, telling me that in the future that was my job a well.

"You'll have my supper ready at six-fifteen sharp...slave. Make sure you read the three pages of instructions during the day." She then left without saying a word.

I cleaned up and brought the pages to my own apartment. My place had a small ten by ten room with windows on three sides, the top part of a tower in these old houses. There were just room for my lazy-boy, a bookshelf and a floor lamp. I settled in to study my orders. The first page was a list of food she liked and how it should be prepared. I was to buy whatever groceries necessary and then just choose a meal from the list myself. The second was a schedule of estimated laundry days and instruction as to the different materials; some to be hand washed and some air dried; how often the bedding should be changed; how often the floors should be washed, the bathroom cleaned etc. The list went on and on, this woman was an organizational freak.

The third page was a surprise: I was to go to the library and borrow two books on the art of the sensual massage; she had included the tittles and authors. I was to study the books and apply what I learned. Closing my eyes I tried to get my head around a surreal situation; I was now also to be a masseuse in addition to my servant and sex-slave status to a beautiful young woman.

My cock began to rise just thinking about those fringe benefits, she was using me like a lap dog doing tricks for a bone. Then her command not to masturbate flashed in to my mind; she would read me like a book. I was being used in return for sex but who benefited the most? I was getting laid, sort of and with a woman less than half my age, a brick cuckolds brownie house at that.

I opened my eyes and scanned the park across the road; people walking their dogs; youngren playing; the roar of an unseen truck shifting gears. My erection subsided and I got out of that comfortable chair to get busy earning my benefits and bonus points.

"Quiet slave, you are spoiling the moment...but yes; get on with it!" Finally, I carefully mounted her and fitted my cock into her unbelievable tight cunt for the first time. I gasped and sighed with pleasure, very slowly working it into the hilt. "Good slave but now stop, don't you dare move unless I order you to and don't hold your weight on your elbows." I let go resting my full weight on her body while kissing her neck and shoulder; that was new for me all I heard in my marriage was: you're too heavy! I lay there my cock throbbing inside her body; incredibly her cunt began to throb squeezing and nearly jerking my cock. He arms and legs wrapped around me holding me with incredible strength while her pelvis jerked and her cunt performed magic tricks inside. My cock was being jerked and squeezed in an unbelievable manner. Then suddenly she rolled us both over and she rode me like a bronco, a new position for me; this woman had to be in charge.

"Now slave! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! I matched her motions in the most incredible sex act I had ever experience, of course having only experienced a motionless wife maybe this was normal. She climaxed moaning loudly, rolling off and in a wink had my cock in her mouth jerking it violently with one hand while the other tickled my balls until my load splashed into her mouth and was gulped down her insatiable throat.

She stretched out next to me licking her lips and teeth again as if she was savouring every drop of cum.

"Get a damp towel slave!" I rushed to the bathroom running the tap for a while not wanting demerit points for using cold water. Returning I carefully towelled her entire body, starting with the neck. She moved to accommodate me, spreading her thighs wide, lifting her arms and turning over until every square inch of her beautiful fleshy body was refreshed. I took my time savouring every second but all good things come to an end, I tucked her in and stood up, getting a closed eyed turn of her head meaning: get out.

After cleaning everything up I walked to my apartment feeling like a sex machine should feel after a successful performance. It was of course her performance; I was merely a vending machine she operated to satisfy her craving for semen; her order the coin, me the dispenser and my semen the selection.

I read an article once, about a rich man who paid lactating ladys to bottle their milk for him. He believed it would keep him young or some other benefit for his health. I wondered if she had a similar reamister or was it just a fetish. Whatever it the reamister I was the benefactor regardless of my slave status.

She blew me again in the morning before leaving and I got to work to make sure that no demerit points would accumulate.

As the days and weeks went by I made very few mistakes. She always managed to find something however but the penalties were always applied against me having intercourse with her or even eating her out; never against the blowjobs which became regular twice a day and three or four times on weekends if she was there. She of course sensed that coitus was my ultimate goal; a bonus awarded no more than three times a week. It became easier after a few weeks to contain my lust while washing, dressing or undressing her and the undies became just clothing.

Getting my hands on her in a sexual way was another story and she knew it. Sometimes after massaging her she would lie there for a long time breathing deeply undulating her body, then spread her thighs slightly, raise her pelvis but then slam her thighs together meaning no sex for George. Occasionally she would do that three of four times while I stood there naked sporting a huge bone desperate to jump her, only to get that sideways head nod or hand wave, meaning get out. A couple of times she changed her mind and called me on the walkie-talkie. After the first time I made sure to place that item close by on her night table.

"When I did get to screw her she would go wild and I wondered why she didn't want it more often. Though eventually I reamistered that the wilder her performance the sooner she would get to savour my mouth-watering ejaculation.

Another way she allowed penetration sex was doggie style; the first time she got in that position I just stood there and she had to shout "Get on with it; fuck me slave!" That was a first time position for me. I began to realise that she was as addicted to swallowing my semen as I was desperate for her body. She needed it as much as I needed her but I was the slave.

No matter what position or what kind of sex we had, she never allowed me to kiss her on the lips or face. Like she said from the start; there would never be anything permisteral or intimate about our relationship, we were master and slave with only one purpose: her sexual gratification. My pleasure was incidental and except for the blow jobs had to be earned.

I studied the massage books in my cozy little tower room until I knew them by heart before returning them to the library. My days were full keeping her apartment spotless, the laundry, the shopping and her meals. I borrowed some cook book and made sure that all her meals were gastronomic delights.

For someone who had never given women's fashion a thought; I learned to select her daily attire without ever getting a complaint. Her whole life was her career; everything else was taken care of by me.

From the time she came home in the evening until she left in the morning the only decision she had to make was when and how often she wanted sex. I of course provided that for her; most of the time without a word being spoken. We were like actors in a silent movie without the exaggerated facial expression. Her body language told me how she wanted to be serviced and I would then perform like a trained monkey. That's what I was, except I never uttered a sound. I was more like a shadowy figure she did not pay attention to except for the blow jobs. Even that was just a routine for her, like taking medicine for a cold. After breakfast I would open my robe and stand near her chair trying not to have an erection. She would turn when ready and blow me while expertly fondling my balls sometimes scratching the sensitive area near my anus even fingering my rose, anything to get and swallow her medicine as quickly as possible.

there was no need for me to wash after; her lips and tongue cleansed, sterilized and vacuumed my cock spic and span by the time she was done. After she savoured the taste for a while, her eyes closed almost trancelike while licking her lips and sucking her teeth before she got up to wash her hands. She actually brushed her teeth as soon as she got up, not after blowing me.

I towelled her hands and then fit whatever coat and shoes the outside temperature required. Lastly I packed up the laptop and hand it to her with the briefcase. She always left without saying a word or making eye contact. After closing the door behind her I had time to sit down for a while and savour my climax before getting to work earning my benefits and those all important bonuses.

There was no use speculating on how long this reality show would last and I tried not to think about it. Every new day to me was just one more day of sexual gratification, provided I had no demerit points. With her dominant and bitchy permisterality no one in her age group would probably ever marry her, so my earthly paradise could possibly last until I got too old to perform Eventually maybe with the help of those little blue pills; or not.

Fin

Maman voulait mon fric, je me suis pay?? ma m??re


Ma m??re n'a jamais su g??rer mister fric alors d??s que j'ai eu de l'argent de poche maman venait me l'emprunter, souvent 5 francs pour acheter le pain. En ??change, ?? 12 ans, je lui demandais un bisou innocent sur la joue.

Tout a ??volu?? lorsque j'ai eu un travail stable et donc plus d'argent.

J'avais 23 ans, mesurais 1 m 76 pour 74 kg, Josiane (plus intimement Jos), ma m??re, en avait 46. Jos est une grosse petite femme due ?? ses 4 grossesses dont la mienne, mesurant 1 m 55 et pesant 95 kg mais a une paire de seins d??mentielle, du 110 D.

Les sommes variaient avec les fin de mois, pour les anniversaires, les f??tes, des fr??res et s??urs ou de mon p??re, mais aussi ?? la proche de No??l. Je me mis ?? varier mes ??changes ?? bisou ?? car les sommes pr??t??es ne m'??taient jamais rendues. Je m'??tais dit, plus il lui en faudrait, plus j'en voudrais.

Je me souviens qu'en cette fin de mois de juin, Jos est venue dans ma chambre, me demander 100 €, ??a me faisait chier de les lui donner car j'avais pr??vu de faire des achats permisternels pour les vacances, mais je me suis r??solu ?? c??der une nouvelle fois. En pantalon de jogging et torse nu, je lui fis un ch??que. Sur le point de s'en aller, je m'approche d'elle et lui ai dit : - Tu n'oublie rien !?? - En tapotant ma joue de mon index, s'approchant pour faire mister coutumier bisou, je tourne la t??te et voici nos l??vres qui rentrent en contact, passe ma main derri??re sa nuque et l'autre retrousse sa robe et lui pelotant mister gros cul. P??trifi??e, elle ne r??agit pas alors j'y enfourne ma langue dans sa bouche, passant ma main dans sa culotte. Sa grosse poitrine sur mon torse, je me mis ?? bander durement, de ma bite qu'elle m'avait si g??n??reusement fournie, pour une fois qu'elle avait ??t?? g??n??reuse par elle-m??me, je me mis ?? frotter mon sexe tendu dans mon slip contre mister gros ventre. Dans un ??clair de lucidit??, Jos m'??carte et s'enfuit, me laissant dans mon ??tat de b??atitude. M'ayant provoqu?? une gaule d'enfer, je me suis allong??, baissai mon pantalon, ma bite lib??r??e du slip, je bandais comme jamais auparavant. Je me mis ?? me branler, en me rem??morant la douceur de sa bouche, de ses fesses et de sa poitrine maintenue dans mister soutif et il me fallut pas longtemps ?? venir.

Le moment du d??ner venu, je rejoignis la famille autour de la table, j'avais peine ?? regarder ma m??re, les yeux rougis de larmes. Mon p??re dit ?? Jos : - Ce n'est pas la peine de te mettre dans ces ??tats l??, on la retrouvera ta bague ! - Alors je sus qu'elle n'avait rien dit ?? mon p??re et donc que je pouvais essayer d'aller plus loin. Le repas fini, mes fr??res et s??urs rejoignent leurs chambres, je d??barrasse la table, alors que Jos part faire la vaisselle, papa lui dit de se reposer sur le divan du salon.

Je rejoins maman endormie sur le divan, apr??s avoir d??barrass?? la table et m'asseyant ?? ses pieds. Une ??rection me vient en remarquant le contraste de ses fines chevilles et ses relativement fins mollets par rapport ?? ses gros cuissots, cela ??tant certainement d?? au fait qu'elle porte toujours de hauts talons. Mon p??re ne pouvant faire la vaisselle sans faire couler l'eau, rassur??, je me mis ?? caresser ses mollets puis ?? remonter vers ses cuisses. C'est ?? ce moment qu'elle se redressa me demandant d'arr??ter, je me suis mis ?? mister oreille et lui ai chuchot?? : - La prochaine fois que tu auras besoin de fric, pointes-toi seulement avec une chemise de nuit sur le cul ! - Les robinets se ferm??rent dans la cuisine, le retour de papa ??tait imminent, maman se remettant ?? chouiner, je lui dis bonne nuit en l'embrassant sur la joue, Jos essuya ses larmes, je sortis du salon et croisant papa, je lui chuchotai : - Il va falloir la consoler, ce soir ! En lui faisant un clin d'??il. Une demi-heure plus tard, allong?? nu dans mon lit, je fus sorti de ma torpeur par des petits bruits du sommier du lit de mes parents, une gaule se pointait ?? nouveau, je me mis me branler au rythme des couinements du lit, des g??missements de plus en plus perceptibles de ma m??re. Ma jouissance explosa en m??me temps que celle de mes parents, m'ayant donn?? l'impression d'avoir joui dans ma m??re, mes couilles m'en finissaient pas de se vider. Mon dessus de lit souill?? me rappela ?? la r??alit?? puis je sombrais dans un sommeil r??parateur aux misterges de volupt??s.

Il ne m'a fallu attendre que quinze jours, pour qu'elle se pointe, un matin, en chemise de nuit, elle avait besoin d'argent car le d??part en vacances se reprochait ?? grands pas

Quinze jours apr??s avoir embrass?? et pelot?? ma m??re, les vacances se reprochaient ?? grands pas et donc ses besoins d'argents.

Occup?? ?? ma masturbation matinale quotidienne, je m'interrompis, maintenant ma queue contre mon pubis, lorsque j'entendis des pas dans le couloir et m'aper??us que Jos poussait la porte dans ma chambre en chemise de nuit. Je lui dis, la regardant droit dans les yeux :
- Bonjour maman, toi, tu as un service ?? me demander ? Viens ... Approches ... ??? Ce qu'elle fit et se trouvant maintenant ?? port??e de main, reprenant la man??uvre sur mon manche sous le simple drap qui me recouvrait jusqu'au bas de mon torse. Je lui dis :
- Il te faut combien cette fois-ci, ma petite maman ?
Maman baisa les yeux et mister regard tomba sur les mouvements que faisait ma main, je repousse le drap et Jos resta comme statufi??e voyant mon phallus en ??rection, le rouge lui montait aux joues. Sa poitrine, sous sa chemise de nuit, se gonfla de telle fa??on que je m'aper??us qu'elle ne portait pas de soutif en dessous. Ma main gauche se posa sur mister mollet puis se mit ?? remonter vers mister entrejambe alors qu'elle immobile, seule mister ??motion ??tait perceptible. Sa respiration devenue plus forte et plus courte, faisait bouger ses gros seins, regardant ma queue grossir encore (18 cm de long et 3 cm de diam??tre). Ma main vint se coller ?? sa chatte touffue d??goulinante, d??pourvue de culotte, mister clitoris fi??rement dress??. Maman se mit ?? r??agir mais pas comme je me l'attendais, elle descendit une bretelle de mister ??paule et sortit de ses deux mains, un de ses monumentaux seins. Le maintenant de sa main gauche, elle humecta l'index et le majeur droit et fit des mouvements circulaires sur ses gros t??tons dress??s, maman ferma les yeux et se mit ?? g??mir. Sa vulve en ??bullition, ouverte tel un gouffre, j'y enfournais quatre de mes doigts, mon pouce commen??ant ?? s'activer sur mister clitoris. Mes va-et-vient sur ma bite n'ayant cess??, je senti que je n'allais pas tarder ?? jouir, je lui hurlai :
- Mamaaannnnn !!! Je viens !!
Maman se laissa tomber ?? quatre pattes sur le lit, dans ce mouvement, mon pouce rejoint les autres doigts au fond de sa chatte, emboucha profond??ment ma queue au fond de sa gorge pour recevoir ma semence. Maman jouit, enserrant ma main dans sa chatte, larguant trois ou quatre jets de mister jus, inondant le matelas. Surpris, je dis :
- Ma bonne salope de m??re est une femme fontaine ?!! Oh ! La grosse pute !!
Maman reposant sur mister gros ventre et sa grosse poitrine, me su??ait la queue, ayant repris une forme honorable, je retirai ma bite de sa bouche, ma main englu??e de sa chatte et vins me placer entre ses grosses cuisses.
Je fis quelques aller et retour dans mister con baveux, nageant dedans, je me retirai et me pla??ai face ?? la rosette accueillante de maman. Je l'embrochai d'une pouss??e, elle cria :
- Non, pas mon cul, il est ?? ton p??re !!
Le seul fait d'avoir dit cela, m'excita encore plus et lui r??pondis :
- Dor??navant, il sera ?? moi aussi, grosse salope !! Ma grosse pute de m??re que je paye depuis des ann??es !!
Mes mots font tressauter maman qui balan??a mister jus sur le matelas, la pilonnant encore plus fort.
- J'ai ... jamais ... joui ... aussi fort ... avec ton ... p??re !!!??? Me dit-elle cherchant a r??cup??rer mister souffle.
Je retirai et me repla??ai pour jouir dans sa chatte, sachant que l'on ne craignait rien depuis la naissance de ma petite s??ur, elle prend la pilule, la plaquette, trainant sur une tablette de la salle de bain.
Ma copieuse semence ne put remplir toute la grosse chatte de maman.
- Maintenant, quand tu auras besoin de fric, je veux que tu agisses comme une grosse pute que tu es, dans ta tenue vestimentaire, comme dans tes attitudes ! Tu veux combien pour aujourd'hui, ma grosse pute ?
- 250€ - Dit-elle les yeux embu??s. Ne lui laissant pas le temps de rajouter un mot :
- C'est le prix pour poss??der ton cul, ma petite putain ! - Maman commen??a ?? accepter mister statu de maman putain.
- Mais ne viens pas tous les jours, je n'ai pas un budget illimit?? mais pour ton plaisir, tu pourras ??tre ma maman salope.
Les yeux brillants, ?? mes mots, maman jouit une derni??re fois d'une gicl??e de mister jus. Elle essaya d'aller ?? la douche, elle chancela et retomba sur le lit. Nous restons ??tendus ?? nous caresser et ?? nous embrasser.

Depuis ce jour, il y eut beaucoup de baise avec maman salope et ma petite pute de m??re.

Au r??veil, toujours sur le lino, je me demandais dans quel ??tat d'esprit, j'allais retrouver ma petite maman ch??rie.

Maman se r??veilla lorsque je me mis ?? bouger ?? c??t??, elle se tourna vers moi avec un grand sourire et me dit :

- Mon fils, quel baiseur, tu fais, ... je t'aime ... mais maman doit aller se laver et se changer. - Maman se penchant sur la bassine, je lui dis :

- Non, maman laisse la bassine, va te faire belle, je me charge du reste ! - Une id??e perverse venant de traverser mon esprit.

Maman sortit de la chambre, se dirigeant vers la salle de bain, en tortillant mister cul souill??.

Je filais et passais un peignoir dans ma chambre et revins, ramassais la bassine et allais ?? la cuisine. Je vis une bouteille d'eau, presque vide, sur la table de la cuisine, la pris, la vidais dans l'??vier. Pris l'entonnoir, servant ?? transvaser le restant d'huile d'une bouteille dans une autre, se trouvant sous celui-ci, le pla??ais dans le goulot de la bouteille d'eau vide, attrapais la bassine du jus de maman et me mis ?? la vider dedans. Une fois, la bassine fut vide, je refermai la bouteille, pris une ??tiquette pour les aliments congel??s et y inscrivis : ?? Bouillon iod?? de la mer, 2 cuill??res ?? caf??, replace 1 pinc??e de sel. ??, la collais dessus et la pla??ais sur le plateau ?? condiments. Je cachais la sali??re, nettoyais la bassine, la mis ?? ??goutter. Je pris la bassine habituelle pour le m??nage, mis de l'eau et quelques gouttes de javel, pris une serpilli??re et un balais puis retournais dans la chambre. Je contemplais les d??g??ts, de la cyprine dans laquelle une forme circulaire y ??tait dessin??e, juste ?? c??t??, un coussin tremp?? de la mouille odorante de maman, plus loin, des traces marquaient le lino.

Je me mis ?? ??liminer les traces de nos ??bats, les traces de mascara et du rouge ?? l??vres furent les plus durs ?? retirer, j'ouvris la fen??tre pour faire s??cher plus vite.

Quand maman revint en chantonnant, resplendissante, dans cette robe d'??t?? blanche ?? fleurs bleues, largement d??collet??e, la ceinture assortie et un soutien-gorge en dentelle blanc, dont une bretelle d??passait celle de la robe, relevait avantageusement la beaut?? de la poitrine de maman, talons hauts blancs, bas blancs, puis un courant d'air glacial, exhibant maman, leva sa robe, me montra, durant un dixi??me de seconde, les jarretelles blanches attach??es aux bas et ne pus voir si elle avait un culotte. Cela me surpris en cette saimister, certes la maimister ??tait bien chauff??e mais en f??vrier, quand m??me ! Je sus que mon argent avait servi ?? embellir ma petite maman ch??rie qui s'habillait pour moi car quand papa est l??, elle ne porte que des collants.
Je refermais la fen??tre, m'approchais de maman, lui d??posais un bisou sur ses l??vres, Jos me tint la t??te d'une de ses main, me roula une de ces pelles, wouahou, ma bite fit un bond entre les pans du peignoir, elle passa ?? deux reprises mister autre main sur mon chibre, le caressant sans toute fois me branler, se d??colla de ma bouche et me dit d'une voix sensuelle :

- Il est temps d'aller faire ta toilette, mon ange et ne te paluche pas sous la douche de tes parents, en pensant trop fort ?? ta petite maman, j'aurais peut-??tre envie dans l'apr??s-midi. - Elle me fit un clin d'??il, se retournant, se dirigeant vers la sortie de la chambre.

La douche fini, je retrouvais maman, en bermuda clair et chemisette ouverte blanche. Affair??e ?? pr??parer le d??jeuner, je me pla??ais ?? c??t?? d'elle, les fesses contre le plan de travail, elle ??clata de rire, tombant sur la bouteille et me dit :

- Mon ch??rie, tu n'es vraiment pas tr??s dou?? avec l'orthographe, Il y a une faute ?? ?? m??re ??. - Maman n'est pas d??pourvu d'humour.

Elle porta le goulot ?? ses narines puis sa bouche, elle en versa entre ses l??vres et se retourna vers moi, m'embrassant, me faisant partager sa cyprine refroidie, elle me dit :

- Tu veux vraiment que je cuisine avec, mon ch??ri ??

- Oui, ma petite maman, il n'y a pas plus ***, il a ??t?? tir??, il y a ?? peine quelques heures, du producteur aux consommateurs et on ira ?? la source quand il y en aura plus !

- D'accord, essayons ! On verra bien, si ??a le fait bien, on continuera toute la semaine, sinon, on se remettra au sel traditionnel. Mais quand ton p??re rentrera, j'arr??terai de l'utiliser car il n'est pas stupide, il comprendra l'allusion de l'??tiquette ! D'accord ?

- Oui, maman ch??rie, essayons, on verre bien. - lui passant la main sur sa croupe et allant dresser la table.

Mais une ??rection se mit ?? poindre, la tentation ??tait trop forte, je vins me placer derri??re ma petite maman ch??rie, baissai mon bermuda, pla??ai mes mains sur ses hanches, embrassai le cou et le lobe, lui susurrant des mots doux ?? mister oreille :

- Ma douce petite maman, que tu sens si bon, tu es si belle, que je ne peux pas r??primer mon ??rection pour jolie petite maman.

Soulevant le bas de sa robe, la relevant au-dessus de mister porte-jarretelle, la bloquai de mes mains revenues sur ses hanches, je vis que point de culotte ne recouvrait mister gros popotin. Maman, ??cartant ses jambes, fit claquer ses haut-talons sur le carrelage. Emmanchant ma bite, je la mis en but??e sur ses l??vres bouillantes et ruisselantes, maman se cambra en g??missant :

- Oooh ! Laurent ! Laisse-moi finir de faire la cuisine ! - en poussant mister cul vers ma bite qui ne put qu'entrer dans la chatte en fusion de maman. Je laissai maman faire, ne bougeant pas d'un poil. Maman fit des mouvements lents et r??guliers de mister cul, en continuant de cuisiner :

- Maman est folle de ta queueeeee, mon fils ch??rie ! Viens, prends maman ! - se dandinant sur mon sexe fich?? en elle, levant tant??t une jambe tant??t l'autre, maman devait folle, Jos arr??ta les plaques ?? induction sous les po??les et casseroles :

- Laurent, baise-moi !!! Salooo, baise-moooi !!! - Maman acc??l??ra sa cadence, se d??cha??na sur mon pieu, d??cid?? ?? la laisser prendre mister pied, toute seule.

- Ooooooh !!! Salooooo, baaiiiiiissssses moooooooiii !!! Oooooooooh !!! Mooooon fiiiiiiiils !!! Mamaaaan !!! Viiiiiiennnnnnnt !!! - Elle jouit, ma queue plant??e dans sa chatte, un jet de mister jus de femelle en chaleur atteignit le sol.

Jos se laissa glisser parterre, prit ma bite et se mit ?? la sucer, mit toute la longueur de queue entre ses l??vres, les mains pos??es sur mes fesses. Quand ma bite arriva au fond de sa gorge, je butai contre la luette. Je me mis ?? faire des va-et-vient entre ses l??vres. Attrapant sa poitrine, elle fit rouler mes couilles sur ses d??mentielles mamelles, j'attrapai sa t??te entre les miennes. Elle commen??a ?? accepter mes coups de butoir au fond de sa gorge, je sentis que j'allai bient??t jouir. Maman poussa d'un brusque coup de t??te, mon gland passa la luette, fermant les yeux et d??versai mon jus, directement dans l'??sophage de ma bonne maman.

- Oooooh !! Mamaaaaaan !! T'es booooonne, ma coooo ... choooone !!

Quand j'ai rouvert les yeux, je la vis, le visage rouge devant moi, je me retirai de sa bouche, des filets de bave et de sperme m??l??s reliaient mon sexe ?? ses l??vres, tomb??rent sur sa poitrine, elle put reprendre sa respiration.

Jos se releva, alla ?? la salle de bain, se rafra??chit et revint toute pimpante. Ayant profit?? de ce temps pour nettoyer le sol, mettre la table et r??chauffer la cuisine de maman qui, coup de chance, n'avait pas cram??, on s'installa face ?? face. En entr??e, une salade compos??e, sauce vinaigrette dont le go??t sal?? et musqu?? releva le plat ; le plat du jour, c??telettes aux petits pois, succulemment, relev?? du jus de maman ; commen??aient ?? m'enivrer ; le fromage et le dessert ne calm??rent pas mes ardeurs car la vue imprenable et in??vitable sur la poitrine de maman.

Nous f??mes l'amour toute l'apr??s-midi, douch?? et ??reint??, je me rendis chez le m??decin. Ce dernier remarquant mon ??tat de fatigue, me donna un arr??t jusqu'?? la fin de la semaine.

Le lendemain matin, maman ne vint pas me r??veiller.

V??tu d'un cale??on et d'un tee-shirt, en passant devant la chambre de mes parents, maman dormait encore. Je suis entr??, me suis approch??, me suis d??barrass?? des mes v??tements et me couchai ?? c??t?? de maman en nuisette. Jos se retourna et vint placer sa t??te sur mon ??paule. Maman me caressa le torse, je me mis ?? bander, je fis dans des baisers sur le front de maman qui entreprit de me branler tendrement la pine.

- Bonjour, ma petite maman. Bien dormi ??
- Bonjour, mon grand. Je suis en pleine forme, toi aussi, apparemment !!

Caressant un de ses gros seins, embrassant, maman, ?? pleine bouche, je fis virevolter ma langue contre la sienne. Maman r??pondait ?? mon baiser endiabl??.
Se lib??rant de ma bouche, elle descendit sa bouche sur mon t??ton, mon ventre, en se redressant sur ses genoux. On se pla??a transversalement sur le lit. Elle me prit la bite en regardant dans le miroir qui recouvre enti??rement l'armoire, enroula sa langue sur mon gland, maman pla??a mister gros ventre sur mon torse, ses gros seins, sortis de la nuisette, sur mon bassin, une de ses mains me roulait les couilles, sa t??te coulissa sur ma queue. Elle me bloqua la t??te entre ses cuisses, recula mister gros cul sur ma bouche, mes l??vres se plac??rent sur mister clito, mon nez plant?? dans sa chatte. Retirant ma bite de sa bouche, maman m'encouragea :

- Bouffe la chatte de ta bonne grosse cochonne de maman !! Bouffe-moi, ... mon grand salaud !!! Bouffe ta bonne grosse salope !! Ooh ... mon fils ch??ri !! Fais bien mouill??e maman !! Ooh !! Oh !!

Maman remuait mister cul, appuyant sa chatte ruisselante, des jets de jute vinrent frapper mon visage. Maman explosa :

- Oooooooh !! ... Mooon ... fiiiiiils !! ... Oh !! Oh!! Mon saaaalooooooop !! Je t'aime ... mon gar??on !! ... Je t'aime...

Maman s'??carta, roula sur le c??t??, je pus respirer, reprenant mon souffle, je dis ?? Jos :

- Maman ... Fous-toi ... ?? quatre pattes ... face ... ?? l'armoire !!

Maman se positionna, levant mister cul au maximum, couch??e sur ses gros seins, je me plaquai derri??re elle, je fis p??n??trer mon gland dans sa chatte et le reste de ma queue glissa, jusqu'?? buter au fond de mister vagin, butant sur mister ut??rus. Maman me regardant dans la glace, d'un regard d'une rare perversit?? et me supplia :

- Oui, baise-moi, mon amour !!! Baise-moi fort, mon ch??ri !!!

J'entreprenais ?? baiser maman, le lit se mit ?? grincer. Elle soutenait mister regard dans le mien, se mit ?? gueuler :

- Bourre-moi !!! ... Oh !!! Ch??ri, je t'aime !!! ... Oh !! Laureeeent, bourre-moooooiii !!! Oooooh !!! Je suis folle !!! Follllle de ta bite, mon salooooop, baise-moi !!!! Mon fils ch??ri, baise mamaaaaan !!!
- Ooooh !!! Maman, mon c??ur !!! Ooooh !!! Maman, mon amour !!! Je te baise aussi fort que je t'aime !!!! Vois comme je t'aiiiiiime !!! Oooooooooh !!! Mamaaaaaaan, je t'aiiiiiiiiiiiime !!!
- Viiiiiiiens dans la chaatte de mamaaaan, ooooooh, Lauuuuuureeeeeeeent !!! Viens, viiiiiiens, viiiiiiiiennnns !!! Mon amour, jouis en mooooooiii !! Balance ton sperme en moooooiiiiiii !!! ...

Maman, balan??ant mister cul en arri??re, vint buter mon pubis, le lit devint assourdissant. Son regard toujours dans le mien, sa chatte coulante me comprimait, ?? contrario, la bite.

- Ooooooooooooh !!! Mamaaaaaaan, je t'aiiiiiiiiiiiime !!! Ooooooooooooh !!! Mamaaaaaaan !!! je t'aaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiime !!!

Ni maman, ni moi, nous n'arrivions pas ?? arr??ter notre cadence infernale, ne finissant pas de me vider dans sa chatte, sa chatte se crispant sur ma queue, je crus que cela n'allait jamais finir. Quand maman se mit ?? faire des ruades, me d??sar??onnant, je tombais ?? la renverse, maman me balan??ant, sur le torse, le visage, les jambes, de fa??on d??sordonn??e, mister jus bouillonnant. Tout devint calme et silencieux.

Au bout d'un moment, maman vint se coller ?? moi, mister genou pos?? sur mon sexe, un sein lourd sur mon torse, j'avais pass?? mon derri??re le cou de maman, lui caressant tendrement le dos. Nos l??vres soud??es les unes aux autres, on s'endormit.

Quand je me suis r??veill??, maman n'??tait plus l??, je la rejoignis, nu, dans la cuisine. Ne portant qu'un tablier de cuisine et ses mules ?? haut-talons, maman pr??parait le d??jeuner. Je vins derri??re elle, empoignai ses seins, l'embrassant dans le cou. Maman me montra la bouteille presque vide, je compris qu'il allait falloir retourner ?? la source mais pour le moment, nous all??mes manger. Maman se mit, non pas en face de moi mais ?? ma droite. Le repas f??t bon, parfois, nous nous ??changions des bouch??es et de tendres baisers. Je remarquais que maman s'ing??niait ?? faire des plats demandant ?? ??tre de plus en plus assaimistern??s.

Cette apr??s-midi, nous f??mes la sieste dans les bras de l'un de l'autre. Nous f??mes r??veill??s, vers 18h, par la misternerie du t??l??phone. Maman pris le combin?? et je n'entendis que ce dont elle disait, mais compris bien vite que papa ??tait ?? l'autre bout du fil :

- ...
- Bonjour, ch??ri !
- ...
- Toi aussi, tu me manques mon c??ur ! T'es o?? ?
- ...
- Tu faisais quoi ?
- ...
- Je faisais la sieste pour faire passer le temps !

Maman se caressa ses gros seins comme si je n'??tais pas l??.

- Mais tu sais bien que je pense toujours ?? toi !
- ...
- Attends, je vais fermer la porte, je ne voudrais pas que Laurent me surprenne en train de me caresser comme une cochonne, ta cochonne, mon ch??ri ! D'ailleurs, je me caresse la poitrine, en pensant ?? toi, mon amour !! ??? Maman se caressant ?? une main, l'autre tenant le t??l??phone.-
- ...

Maman n'arr??tait pas d'ouvrir et fermer ses cuisses. Elle me fit signe, de mister index, d'aller entre celles-ci largement ??cart??es, laissant l'espace d'un instant ses grosses mamelles qu'elle portait, de temps ?? autres, ?? ses l??vres. Je me penchai, pris la bassine de dessous le lit, la mis ?? c??t?? de maman et me pla??ai face ?? sa chatte brillante.

- Oh ! Ch??ri, comme j'aimerais que tu me bouffes la chatte ! ... - Suivant les instructions de maman, je m'ex??cutai. -
- Tu passerais ta langue sur ma fente juteuse ... - Oh, la salope me fait faire ce qu'elle aimerait faire ?? mister ??poux, mon p??re, pensais-je. Cela m'excitait et mis ?? bander. -
- ...
- Oh, oui ! Tu prendrais mon clito entre tes l??vres et me le grignoterais ... Oh ! Oui, comme ??a ! dit-elle, en m'encouragent la main pos??e sur mes cheveux et en mouillant de plus en plus. -
- ...
- Ooooh ! Ch??ri ! Comme j'aimerais que tu me pines la chatte ! Oui, OUI, Ouiii !!! Branle-toi bien la queue, mon ch??ri ! ??? Maman passa papa sur haut-parleur, papa g??missait, je l'??coutais se branler la queue, je la mis en levrette et mis ma bite dans sa chatte, la baisant alors que papa se branlait, ??a m'excitait au plus haut point. -
- Ooooh, ch??riiie, j'aurais tellement aim?? pouvoir te prendre ton petit trou ! Vas-y ! Gode-toi le cul !! - Papa se branlait, en pesant que maman se godait, moi qui ne savais m??me pas que maman avait un sextoy. Je me positionnai la bassine sous maman, ma bite sur la rondelle et poussai d'un coup. Maman gueula : -
- Aaaaaaaaaaah !! d??fonce-moi, mon graaaaaand ... ... ... ... obs????????d???????????????????????? du cuuul !!! - Maman venait de passer tous pr??s de la correctionnelle. J'entendis papa haleter, g??mir et exploser -
- Ah, ah, oui, oui, Jos ! Jos ! Ma grosse salope que j'aime enculeeeer !! Je viens, je... je... viiiiieeeens !!!! - De mon c??t??, je d??fon??ai le cul de maman, me retenant de g??mir ; maman, du sien, prenait mister pied en baisant avec mister fils, en entendant la voix de mon p??re au t??l??phone, balan??a mister jus de salope dans la bassine, je n'arr??tai pas de l'enculer. -
- Ooooooooh ! Aaaaaaaaah ! Oouuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, ooooooooooooh ! Ch??ri, je t'aiiiiiiime ! - J'interrompais bri??vement mes mouvements pour laisser le temps ?? maman de prendre cong??s de papa, ma bite toujours dans mister cul, j'ai v??rifi?? ?? deux fois que l'appel f??t bien coup??, et repris mes va-et-vient. -
- Maman, ma bonne salope qui se fait bourrer le cul par mister fils alors que papa est au t??l??phone, se branlant tout seul ... ... mais peut-??tre que c'est sa jeune secr??taire qui le branlait, qu'est-ce qu'elle va prendre la pauvre !! ??? pensais-je tout haut, l'enculant plus fort, des jets fus??rent dans la bassine. -
- Oooh ! Arr??te de dire des b??tises, Aaah ! Saloooop !!
- Papa est peut-??tre en train d'y bourrer la chatte ou mister cul !
- Ooooooooooh ! Arr????????te !! Aaaarr??????????ttte !!
- Elle le supplie peut-??tre d'arr??ter de la baiiiiseeeeer !!!
- Oooooh !! Noooooon !! Noooooon !!
- Ou le supplie de la faire veniiiiiiiir, plus fooooooort !!
- Oh !!! Ouuuuuui, plus fort !! plus foooooooort !! mon amouuuur !! - Maman jouissait encore et encore, je jouis dans mister cul. ???

Elle s'??croula sur le lit, des spasmes contract??s mister cul et ses grosses cuisses et sombra dans un semi-coma.

J'ai rempli la bouteille du jus de maman, lav?? la bassine, pr??par?? le repas, apport?? un plateau ?? maman et me suis couch?? ?? c??t?? de maman.

ma patronne




Vous avez des questions ? Consultez notre FAQ Coucou, je suis dans cette entreprise depuis 5 ans et je me rends compte comment je fantasme sur ma patronne, elle s\'appelle Sylvie, 47 ans, 1m68, une 50 aine de kilos je pense, quelques bourrelets aux hanches, et des seins, je pense de 85 b, je l\'imagine dans cette situation .......
Elle va pour fermer mister bureau quand tout ?? coup, elle entend un bruit de fracas, elle se pr??cipite de suite dehors et voit mister monospace embouti par un camion, avec ?? mister bord trois jeunes hommes pas tr??s catholiques, il est 19 heures, en pleine hiver et il fait froid, elle porte une parka, sweet-shirt, soutien-gorge, jean, culotte, et bottines, elle s\'avance vers le chauffeur et lui crie mister ??nervement, le chauffeur lui fait comprendre avec une arme de vite se taire ...
\" ??coute-moi vieille pute, tu vas vite te taire, et nous suivre d\'accord!!!!!!!!
\" Oui promis, ne me faite pas de mal !!!!!!!\"
Un des gars la prend par les cheveux mi long boucl??s et la fait monter ?? l\'arri??re du camion et se dirige vers un hangar abandonn?? ; et ensuite, elle se retrouve attach??e ?? un poteau, ses fringues mistert vite d??coup??es aux ciseaux, ils se rendent compte quelle a quelques bourrelets aux hanches et des petits seins en forme de poire, ils se mettent ?? siffler et disent qu\'ils vont s\'amuser .....
ils se mettent ?? la fouetter, ?? lui cracher dessus, et d\'un coup, ils la d??tachent et la mettent ?? quatre pattes, ils la sodomisent, lui d??foncent la chatte, et elle se retrouve ?? sucer des bites ??normes et aveugl??e de sperme gluant, et ??pais, humili??e comme jamais et ensuite se retrouve laiss?? abandonn??e nue, pleine de sperme, les gars partent avec mister sac ?? main et la laissent abandonn??e telle une chienne en chaleur, voila mon fantasme, ?? vous de me dire si vous en voulez encore mais avec plus de pr??cisions, merci ?? tous

Alors voici la suite de l'histoire de ma patronne , Sylvie 47 ans ....
1 semaine ??tait pass?? apr??s ce viol dont elle ??tait la seule victime et bien peur des repr??sailles , elle n'osait pas port??e plainte , elle ??tait l?? , seule devant sa t??l?? , il est 21 heures quand tout un coup , elle entend un fracas dans mister jardin , un imposant tout terrain vient d'explos?? mister portail, il faut dire que sa maimister est seule , pas de voisin a proximit?? mais a ce moment l?? , loin de l'id??e a Sylvie quelle allez vivre une nuit tr??s tr??s longue !!!!
les 4 occupants descendent et sifflent et hurlent
" ch??rie , on est la , on viens de rentrez du travail !!!!! , on a envie de r??confort , ouvre nous , ou on va ??tre tr??s m??chant !!!! "

Sylvie , apeur?? ne sait quoi faire , elle se trouve l?? , habill??e d'un t-shirt et bas de pyjama beige , une culotte dessous , des chaussettes ,la peur au ventre , elle leur fait signe de rentrer , les 4 occupants se mettent a occup?? les lieux en la tirant par les cheveux ......

" Haillllllle !!! piti?? prenez ce que vous voulez laissez moi !!!!" hurlez Sylvie

" ma pauvre ch??rie , la derni??re fois , on ??t?? rest?? sur notre faim , la on va plus peaufiner l'amour qu'on a pour toi !!!!! "
Sylvie fut jet?? au sol de sa chambre !!

" allez , on veut une pute , une bonne vieille pute , allez habille toi , " lui hurle le chez du groupe "
un des garde prit le plaisir de tout lui arrachez ce quelle portait, ensuite

Sylvie fut contrainte a enfilez une paire de bas , une petite culotte noire dentelle avec le soutien gorge assortie , une nuisette transparente et des talons.

Elle dut se maquill??e comme une vulgaire train??e , rouge ?? l??vre a outrance , fard ?? paupi??res , mascara , et m??me l'ultime trait noir qu'elle devait mettre sur le contour de ses l??vres , pour faire ressortir ses l??vres rouge vif , les cheveux bross??es et parfum??e , elle redescendit dans le salon ou les trois autres buvait et mangeait ce quelle avait dans mister frigo et mister bar , elle se tenait debout , offerte ?? la vu des autres , mister cauchemar allait commencer !!

Elle commen??ait par sucer a genoux les 4 gars , elle ??tait au centre , les 4 gars l'entourait,
" tu aime ??a la vieille hein , hummm plus profond , ouiiii"

" arggggg , " g??missait Sylvie , mister rouge ?? l??vre bavait.

Il la tiennent par les cheveux , un des gars lui arrache un peu le haut de sa nuisette et sortit ses seins du bonnet ,


et la , un des gars lui fait une bonne grosse ??jac facial ,??norme , il lui en mit plein mister visage ,

un autre , gicle , entre ses seins , les deux autres surexcit??s la pousse violemment sur le canap?? , un des gars s'allonge , la bite bien dure , l'autre s'occupe d'arracher sa culotte , est Sylvie fut contrainte de s'empaler sur cette queue dure , et le quatri??me l'encule a sec !!!

" tu aime ??a vieille pute , on est bien chez toi dans tout les sens du termes "

" oui , j'aime ??a , vous me faite peur !!"

au bout de 20 minutes , l'un ??jacula dans sa chatte , bien au fond et l'autre bien au fond de mister anus ,il se retirent , s'essuie avec ce qu'il ont sous la main , ses cheveu entre autre , et lui balanc??rent ,
" la ch??rie , c'??tait la mise en forme , maintenant , tu va devenir tr??s docile ...."

la nuit s'annon??ait effectivement tr??s longues!!!!!!!