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Kathy pauses and looks at me. I can see Jacquie's eyes wide and
staring as he eats his wife out. He clearly cannot believe what he
is hearing. I tweak her nipple to make her concentrate and she
takes a deep breath and continues,"I looked along the corridor and
I saw you standing in the shadows. I expected you to come and
rescue me but you didn't. The man in front of me lowered his
zipper and pushed me against the wall. He lifted one of my legs
holding it up so that my knee was hooked over his arm baring my
cunt to him and then, grinning into my eyes he just slowly shoved
his stiff prick up me and began to fuck me. As he fucked me he
said harshly into my ear, "This is what married whores like you
who tease men need, a good hard fucking to keep you in line."

"He savagely fucked me and came up my cunt in a few minutes. He
pulled straight out of me and they left me standing in the
corridor on shaky legs crying with his cum running down my thighs
while they went off to the bar laughing together. Then you came
and collected me taking me out to the taxi. I felt so dirty and
ashamed. I thought the night couldn't get any worse but then I saw
the taxi-driver who had brought us to the club grinning at me from
beside his car. My heart sank."

As Kathy is telling her story I release her nipple and, sliding my
hand down the nylon of your nightie, now clinging to your body I
caress your pantie-clad buttocks before moving my hand round to
the from to your prick which I find hard. I give it a gentle wank
and say deliberately harshly to Kathy, "Just shut up a minute, you
can finish your story later."

I look down into your desperate eyes as I wank you and say, "Keep
eating Kathy out or it will be the worse for you. Kathy, just look
at Jacquie's little prick. The tiny little thing is as hard as a
rock!!"

I release it and Kathy bends forward. I hear Kathy take a deep
breath, "That is the biggest and hardest I have ever seen it," she
gasps, " and to think that it took the story of me being fucked by
other men to get it like that."

I laugh at the pitiful size of your prick and I watch Kathy, torn
by pity for you and disgust for your sissy behaviour and lack of
manliness. Kathy sighs and sits back. I squeeze the breast nearest
to me and she looks questioningly at me.

"Go on, darling, finish the story of your night out." I say with a
smile.

Kathy hesitates and I squeeze her breast warningly again. She
takes a deep breath and continues, "I was getting into the taxi
and as my legs parted as I put one foot in the cab the taxi-
driver put his hand up my skirt and just casually felt my cunt.
I was really frightened and humiliated but I felt your hand on
my shoulder holding me still and I heard the taxi-driver chuckle
as he slipped three fingers in me and gave me a hard finger-
fuck. He pulled his fingers out finally and wiped them on my
skirt. I got in beside you to see you grinning at me. I was so
taken aback to hear you say,"

"Are you ready to give the taxi-driver the tip you promised him?
"I couldn't believe it, I was so shocked and I begged you to look
after me, not to let him do anything to me but you just laughed.
You did not touch me during the drive, just saying quietly,"

"You know what to do Kathy, get your tits out and show the driver
your sloppy cunt."
"I knew then that I couldn't do anything and I slipped my top down
and pulled my skirt up. I even opened my legs without being told
to. Before very long we were outside the house. I straightened my
clothes and got out quickly hoping it was all over.
You paid the
driver and said to him,"

"Ready for your tip, buddy?"
I heard him laugh and you took me by the back of the neck and bent
me forward over the bonnet of the taxi kicking my ankles apart
so that my legs were widely spread. I knew that in this position
my bare cunt and arse were in full view. I couldn't believe it
when I heard you say, "There's your tip. If you want it, take
it."

"I heard the taxi-driver lower his zip and I felt him behind me
between my thighs. He slowly pushed his prick into my cunt and
began to fuck me reaching under me to play with my breasts as they
were squashed against the bonnet of his cab. I tried to stay still
so that it would be over soon but he savagely squeezed my breasts,
really hurting me. I knew that we were in the street right outside
my house and any of the neighbours could have looked out and seen
us so I had to be quiet. He said almost in a snarl," "Work with me
bitch, I really intend to enjoy this."

"So I had to work my hips on his prick trying to make him enjoy
fucking me so that he would not hurt me. He squeezed and played
with my breasts as he fucked me enjoying the control he had over
someone else's wife and I had to move my hips with him until he
came. He gave my breasts a savage final squeeze and came up my
cunt before pulling out of me laughing as he did. He looked at you
and said," "Thank you for the use of your bitch. She is a lovely
fuck."

"I was so ashamed as I watched him get into his cab and drive off.
Any of the neighbours could have seen me getting fucked in the
street."

Kathy stops, seemingly exhausted and I look down at you. Now your
shame is complete.

The story of your wife being fucked by a taxi-driver outside your
house and the knowledge that you have been sucking his cum from
her cunt is too much. I can see and I know that Kathy has seen,
that you have cum in your dirty peach-coloured panties without
your prick even having been touched. You blush with shame and I
look at Kathy and we both laugh.

I turn and look steadily at Kathy as she looks down at you and
laughs. I am interested to see the contempt for you beginning to
dawn in her eyes and she blushes under my steady scrutiny. It is
getting late and I could do with some relax, but first I could do
with a fuck. I look down contemptuously at you as you kneel at our
feet and say harshly,
"I think that it is time I started your training properly, wimp. I
feel like a fuck and I am going to take your pretty wife to bed
and fuck the arse off her. She is a real slut who has been well-
fucked tonight already and you can come and watch. Your slut of a
wife belongs to me now and I am going to teach her how to take
care of a man's needs properly."
I hear Kathy gasp beside me and I glance at her. She goes very red
and then her cheeks pale as the implications of my remarks sink
in. I ignore her and turn back to you.
"It is time you learned your real station in life, cocksucker. You
are a sissy wimp, a sissy wimp who no longer has any right to fuck
his wife. You gave up that right when you didn't stop me taking
her out and fucking her and letting other men fuck her. The only
one that will not be fucking her in the future is you. You will
never have the pleasure of entering your wife's cute cunt again
except with your tongue and that will only be to clean out another
man's cum."

I turn to the slightly takesen Kathy sprawled beside me.
"Stand up, whore," I snap suddenly.
Her eyes widen as she looks at me but she does not move. I sigh
and put my hand on the upper soft flesh of her inner thigh, giving
it a vicious twist between thumb and forefinger. She gasps with
pain, her eyes clear and she suddenly becomes more alert.
"Stand up, you takesen bitch," I order, "I won't tell you again."
Kathy struggles to her feet and stands swaying on unsteady legs. I
slide along to the end of the settee and, reaching up, pull her
down on to my lap. At first she sprawls a little but then she
tries to pull herself together, sit up a little straighter and
compose her legs more modestly. I slide my arm round her under her
armpit, capturing her full left breast in my hand and begin to
squeeze it harder and harder. Kathy's eyes widen and she gasps
with pain.
"Open your legs slut," I say into her ear, "and keep them spread
if you know what is good for you."
Her thighs part as far as the tight skirt will let them. I sit
still allowing her to wriggle on my lap, manoeuvring her skirt
higher and giving her thighs more freedom. Soon the tight black
band of the spandex miniskirt is just below the level of her
crotch and her thighs are widely spread displaying her stocking-
tops, suspenders and the open gap of her wet cunt to her husband's
horrified gaze.
"Take your top off, Kathy," I tell her and with a squirm of her
shoulders she slips it off baring her large breasts which I
immediately begin to squeeze and knead, pulling on the big
sensitive nipples, not caring that I am being a little rough and
ignoring Kathy's gasps of pain. If nothing else it seems to have
sobered her up..
I look down at you with a smile, relishing the hate and fear in
your eyes as you watch me feeling up your young wife but not
daring to interfere. As you look into my eyes I twist the knife
a little more,

"In future wimp, your real place will be to learn to please a
proper man and in the first instance, that means me. You will suck
my prick to harden it for fucking your slut of a wife and when I
feel like a change you will take all of it up your pretty sissy
arsehole."
I grin at the horror on your face and relish the big tears
gathering at the corners of your eyes. Not only do you look
effeminate, you are as emotional as a girl. You look at me, you
face white with shock as my words sink in. I know that you cannot
really believe what you are hearing. I feel your wife stiffen on
my lap and I realise that she is having difficulty coming to terms
with it also. I wait for you to protest, to make some masculine
gesture even though you know that it would be futile. I can sense
the beginning of a change in your wife. I glance at her as I play
with her tits and I can see the beginning of disgust for the sissy
wimp that she has married. As I am talking to you my hands are
roaming freely over your wife's body emphasising your helplessness
to prevent it. It is clear that you are so caught up in the
feelings of shame and self-loathing on being confronted with your
wimpish sissy nature that you have begun to accept without further
challenge my rights over your wife's body.
I am beginning to get tired of the smell of stale cum from your
well-fucked wife and I suddenly push her from my lap on to the
floor. She slides down with a shocked squeal.
She looks up at me in startled surprise.
I look down at the rather dishevelled girl as she lies at my feet.
She is lying half on her side with her right leg stretched out
straight and her left bent at the knee. This causes her short
black skirt, already high on her thighs to ride even higher, not
even covering her cunt. Her hair hangs in strands over her
shoulder and down the front of her chest lying on her right breast
and her fringe is plastered to her forehead by the perspiration.
I motion for her to stand but she just lies and looks dumbly up at
me. I sigh and reaching forward wind the fingers of my left hand
in her hair and grasping her by the left breast with my right
hand. I slowly rise to my feet pulling her up with me. She
scrambles up a little inelegantly trying to relieve the tension on
her hair and on her breast until she is standing, panting deeply,
facing me balancing rather precariously on her high heels. I point
to a spot beside the settee.
"Just stand there Kathy, and don't move until I tell you." I order
and smile as she hurries to obey me.
I turn back to you with some relish. You have been watching the
episodes of the last few minutes with your mouth hanging open with
shock as you see how easily your young wife can be manipulated.
"Now, cocksucker," I say, "it is time for your next lesmister.
Whenever I snap my fingers and point at the floor, you kneel there
with your thighs spread open. Let us have a practice."
I snap my fingers and point at the floor in front of me. You do
not move. I slap your face hard with my open hand. A tear rolls
down your cheek. I snap my fingers again and point. This time you
reluctantly shuffle to the spot on your knees with your thighs
spread.
I grin at you and glance at Kathy whose face registers disgust at
your compliance and whose breasts are heaving a little with
emotion and say to you quietly but distinctly,

"Now, wimp, whenever I fancy fucking your slut of a wife, I will
snap my fingers and point. You will move into position and unzip
my trousers. When I have removed them you will prepare me to fuck
your wife by first licking around my prick and balls and then by
sucking me off until I am nice and hard for your little slut. If I
tell you to, you will open the lips of her cunt and guide my stiff
prick up your sexy wife."
I can see the protest and the beginnings of a small rebellion in
your eyes.
"I couldn't do that, I just couldn't," you mutter wretchedly.
I do not hesitate. I slap your face hard, once and then again. The
slaps sound loudly and shake your whole body. You begin to whimper
and sob. To make sure that you have got the point I slap your
tearstained face hard a third time. I can see the defeat in your
eyes and I know that that is enough.
"Are you ready to obey me at all times, wimp?" I ask.
Sobbing loudly like a girl with tears running down your face you
nod, not looking at your wife. I glance at Kathy who is watching
you intently, amazed and at the same time disgusted by your
compliance and lack of resistance. I look at Kathy.
"It is nearly time for bed and you smell and look like a whore." I
say harshly.
Your wife's eyes flicker from me to you and back again and she
blushes. She seems to have completely sobered up. I say to Kathy,
ignoring you,

"Go and have a shower and wash your hair. Put on the sexiest
nightdress that you have and wear matching panties. Then come back
out here and make me some coffee.

I have further business with your wimp of a husband."

We both watch your disheveled virtually naked wife as she leaves
the room without a word. I snap my fingers and point at my
trousers. You hesitate and without giving you time for breath I
slap your face hard, first on one cheek and then on the other. You
sob loudly and are crying now in earnest. I snap my fingers and
point at my trousers and with trembling fingers you slide the
zipper down and loosen my belt. I let the trousers slide down my
legs and step out of them. I lift one finger and snap my fingers
pointing at my foot. You remove my shoe and sock. I repeat the
performance with the other foot. As we are doing this I hear the
shower start. I slip off my tee-shirt and I am now naked. I look
down at your quivering weeping form.
"Suck me, sissy cocksucker and get me nice and hard for your
wife," I say,
You reach out and run your hand over my balls before grasping the
shaft of my prick just below the ridge of the knob-head. I grin
down at your blushing face as you gently wank me. Your head moves
reluctantly forward and I feel your cool breath on the head of my
stiffening prick. Your soft red lips part and I move my hips
forward a little, rubbing the head of my prick around your lips.
The pre-cum acting like lip-gloss, makes your lips shine. Your
soft lips part and you move your head forward, taking two inches
of my stiff shaft into your mouth. I look down into your
humiliated eyes as your close your red lips around by prick and
gently and rhythmically begin to suck me off your lips adjusting
to the size of my prick and stretching uncomfortably around it.
While all this has been going on I have subconsciously noticed
that the shower has stopped a while ago. The door of the bedroom
opens and Kathy emerges. She looks absolutely stunning in a sheer
black virtually transparent baby-doll nightie which is just long
enough to reach to her hips and which barely conceals the flimsy
panties beneath, continual flashes of which I receive as she walks
hesitantly towards us across the room. The nightdress has a low-
cut scalloped neckline which clings to and outlines her prominent
breasts and displays a deep cleavage. Her stiff nipples and
areolae are very evident through the thin sheer material. The
panties are pulled tightly up into her cunt outlining her fleshy
lips and displaying the groove of her cunt very clearly. She has
dried her hair but left it loose and soft like a cloud around her
head. She looks very young.
"You look very nice Kathy darling," I said with a trace of
mockery, "your wimp of a husband should be proud to have such a
pretty young wife."
She shudders as she watches with disbelief as her husband
compliantly sucks me off. I begin to move my hips, using your
mouth as a cunt, gently moving my hips backwards and forwards and
fucking your mouth more and more deeply. You begin to gag on my
hardening prick as you feel it becoming even stiffer and seeming
to swell in your mouth but I ignore it. I fuck your mouth for a
few minutes longer relishing your offense in front of your
shocked and staring wife before slowly withdrawing my prick. It
remains connected to your lips by a tendril of spit which
eventually breaks. You remain kneeling, looking up into my eyes.
"Wank me sissy, " I order.
Without hesitating, your resistance now seemingly completely
broken, you reach out and take my stiff prick in your soft hand
and begin to give me a slow delicious wank. As you are wanking me
I reach down and wind my fingers in your soft long effeminate
hair. You gasp with pain as I raise your head, powering you to look
into my eyes.
"Now, wimp," I say quietly and pleasantly, "you don't mind if I
take your sexy wife to bed and fuck the arse off her do you?"
I hear Kathy gasp with shock and you don't answer for a moment. I
increase the pressure on your hair threateningly. I hear you
mumble something but I can't make it out so I twist your hair more
tightly. You gasp with pain but mutter quietly, "I do mind, I mind
a lot, I hate it and I hate you."

I don't say anything but I release your hair and draw back my hand
to slap you again. I see the fear intensify in your eyes and you
stop wanking me. Time seems suspended for a moment as you kneel
holding my prick looking up at me with terrified eyes. I slap you
again, hard, and the sound echoes through the room. I hear Kathy
gasp and you give a deep sob, beginning to cry quietly again.

"When I give you an order, you follow it wimp," I say harshly, "I
didn't tell you top stop wanking me. Now toss me off until I tell
you to stop. Do you understand me sissy?"

You nod wretchedly and your sobbing continues. I look down at you
consideringly.

"From now on sissy, you will call me 'Sir' each and every time you
address me." I say, "do you understand, wimp?"

"Yes sir," You whisper.

I smile with satisfaction and look down at you enjoying the
delicious sensations from my prick as you continue to expertly
wank me. I press you a little harder.
"Now wimp," I ask, "do you mind if I fuck your sexy little slut of
a wife?"
There is a long pause and then I her you whisper reluctantly,
"No sir, I don't mind."
That is not sufficient for me and I look down at you as you kneel
wanking me off and say to you as I glance at your wife standing
watching in her sexy nightdress.
"Tell me that you want me to show you how your wife should really
be fucked, how you have never managed to do it. Beg me to fuck her
and show you and her what a real man can do for her and how he can
maker feel."
I know that all the fight has gone out of you when you say as you
toss me off,
"I beg you sir, show me how a real man fucks my wife. I really
want you to show me."
I look at Kathy and grin at her nodding down at you.
"Listen to that, Kathy," I say with a smile, "look at the
expression on his face and ask yourself if anyone but a complete
girlie sissy cocksucker could ever kneel in a baby-doll nightie
and beg another man to fuck his wife after sucking him off and
wanking his prick to stiffness."
I look down at you as you kneel in front of me weeping with
offense, your face red with shame. I look into your eyes and I
see the horror mounting as you realise that despite yourself you
are becoming aroused. I see the thin material of your panties
being tented by your stiff little cock. I laugh and point this out
to Kathy. I can see from the expression on her face that she is
beginning to realise to what depths of sissyhood you have sunk in
such a seemingly short time. I order Kathy to get on with making
the coffee for me and I stand. You look hesitantly up at me and
continue wanking me. I snap my fingers and point to the floor just
outside the door to the bedroom. You understand immediately and
crawl on your hands and knees to the spot, waiting for me. I pick
up the handcuffs and walk past you into the bedroom, fondling your
bottom as I pass. I feel you shudder. I look at the bed. It is
large with a rather old fashioned head-board about five feet high.
I snap my fingers and you crawl into the bedroom. I point at the
floor beside the head of the bed and you crawl across until you
are kneeling by me. I reach down and wind my fingers in your hair
and pull you to your feet, handcuffing your hands through the
headboard so that you are standing, cuffed, at the head of the
bed. I look warningly at you, slipping my hand between your legs
and cupping your balls. As I look into your eyes I give your balls
a thorough feel and then move to your little cock which I wank to
stiffness before releasing it..

"Now just stand there until I tell you to move. Don't dare sit
either on the bed or on the bedside table or it will be the worse
for you."
Without looking at you further I leave the bedroom and return to
the living-room, leaving the bedroom door open so that you can
hear what is happening. Kathy is just coming in from the small
kitchen carrying a tray with two cups of coffee. I smile at her
anxious expression and she bends to put the coffee on the low
table. I look at her with some pleasure as she bends. Her full
breasts stain the delicate fabric of the nightdress an her
cleavage deepens to form an enticing valley. I think about the
soft tits encasing my prick later and smile with anticipation. She
catches my smile with some anxiety. It is tempting to play with
Kathy as she looks so clean and sexy after what I have put her
through earlier in the evening but I have much better plans in
mind. There is only half the pleasure in playing with your wife
when you cannot see us. After all, Kathy is no challenge. She is
mine to fuck whenever I feel like it and I need more than that.
"Take the coffee into the bedroom, slut," I order, giving her a
sharp slap on the bottom.
She gasps, flushes and hurries to do as I command. I follow her
into the bedroom, picking up my leather belt as I go, and indicate
the bedside table opposite to the side where you are handcuffed
and Kathy puts the coffee down gently and stands clearly waiting
to be told what to do. I put my belt down on the bed-side table,
lie down on the bed and glance at the young husband and wife
standing tensely one on each side of the bed. I reach up and
unlock the handcuffs, releasing you and move over so that I am
lying on your side of the bed. I glance at Kathy and pat the bed
beside me. She reluctantly lies down and I put my arm round her
cupping her full breast and fondling it through the thin nylon of
the nightdress. I hear her gasp as I rub my finger across the hard
little cone of her nipple. I look up at you and grin as you stand
helplessly before turning to your young wife and giving her a long
deep sexy kiss.
"You have a very sexy young wife, wimp," I say mockingly, "I am
really going to enjoy having her as my slut."
I see you pale with anger and some fear and I sit up a little,
still caressing Kathy, and snap my fingers and point to the floor
by the bed. After barely a moment's hesitation you sink to your
knees.
"I am going to take my coffee, wimp," I say pleasantly, "and
then, when I feel like it I am going to fuck the arse off your
younghood sweetheart. While I am takeing my coffee you can be
giving me a nice wank."
I ignore you and turn to Kathy while I am takeing my coffee. I
feel your hand on my semi-stiff prick gripping gently it below the
grove of the knobhead and beginning a delicious slow rhythmical
wank rapidly bringing me to hardness. I look into your wife wide
cloudy eyes. She seems to have completely sobered up now. I finish
my coffee and put the cup down and as you continue to wank me I
begin to kiss Kathy. I slowly explore all of her sweet young mouth
and she is too intimidated to put up any resistance. She is
completely passive until I squeeze her nipple warningly and she
rapidly gets the message and begins to kiss me back. I am enjoying
playing with your wife, feeling her up as I kiss her and knowing
what you are watching impotently. Your expert hand has made me
really stiff and I take my lips from Kathy's and look at you.
"Get me ready to fuck your wife, sissy," I say quietly, "suck me
off for a while."
You look into my eyes and see that protest is useless and I feel
your cool breath on my knobhead followed by the warmth of your wet
lips around my stiff shaft. I continue to play with your wife as
you suck me off and I can see your eyes watching us. I slip one of
Kathy's big firm tits out of the neckline of her nightdress and
begin to tease and worry the nipple with my lips and tongue. Her
breathing quickens. So far I have not touched her cunt but mow I
slip my hand on to the soft flesh of her inner thigh and
obediently she spreads her legs. She is a quick learner.
I slip my hand up the inside of her thigh on to her pantie-covered
cunt which I am not surprised to find already moist. I slide my
finger down the groove of her gaping moist slit and I hear her
gasp. I take my lips from her nipple and grin down into your
***d eyes, enjoying the feelings you are generating and the
sight of your soft red lips around my prick as I continue to work
up your wife. I snap my fingers and motion to you with a flick of
my hand. You stop and with relief slide your lips from around my
prick although for a moment a thin bridge between formed from your
spit and my pre-cum remains. Then the spidery tenuous thread
breaks. I can hear your harsh breathing contrasting with the
excited panting of your wife as I continue to thoroughly feel her
wet cunt through her panties.
"I feel like a fuck now wimp," I say to you, "and you have got me
very nicely ready. Come up here and take your wife's panties off
for me."
I click my fingers and point at the bed. You scramble to your feet
and without meeting either your wife's shocked or my scornful
eyes, slip your fingers in the waistband of Kathy's delicate
panties and try to pull them down. She does nothing to help you
and you have quite a struggle before you get the insubstantial
material over her hips, down her legs and off her feet. I watch
your efforts with a smile which becomes a little nastier as I
look into your blushing face and say,

"Now, sissy, you are going to put my prick into your wife. You
begged me earlier to fuck her so you can help."
I look at the expression of horror on your face and I glance at
Kathy who is lying beside me blushing with her thighs spread.
"Pull your heels up to your arse, slut," I command, "and spread
your thighs."

Kathy is so intimidated that she follows my orders instantly.
I snap my fingers and point to the floor by the bed at about the
level of Kathy's cunt and, your cheeks flaming, you stand waiting
for orders in the spot I have indicated.
"Now, wimp," I say casually as I move between your wife's lewdly
splayed thighs, "Use the finger and thumb of your left hand to
open the lips of your wife, my slut's cunt and your right hand to
feed my prick into her."
There is no fight left in you and you do exactly as you are told.
I relish for a moment the feeling of the silky inner flesh of the
opening of Kathy's cunt as it is stretched by the big knobhead of
my prick and I enjoy her sudden intake of breath. I pause when I
am about two inches up your wife and look at you. You are frozen
in space with your left hand still spreading the lips of your
wife's cunt and your right gripping my stiff shaft. I snap my
fingers and point to the floor at the foot of the bed where you
can see everything that is happening and from where, if she looks
at you, you an see into your wife's eyes and from where I can see
you in the big full-length mirror on the corner of the room.. I
watch you sink to your knees on the spot I have indicated and say
as I slowly fuck your wife with just about two inches of my prick.
"You stay where you are sissy, don't move, don't close your eyes
and don't turn your head away. I want you to see everything. I
want you to see how a real man fucks a woman and, even more
importantly, how a woman pleases a man."
I then ignore you and start to fuck your wife in front of your
impotent hate-filled eyes. I lower my lips to her breast and begin
to suck on her prominent nipple through the nylon of her
nightdress as I feel the other tit which I had already slipped
from the confines of the delicate material. I suck more powerfully
on her stiff nipple, drawing the whole of the areola into my
mouth. Kathy groans loudly and puts her hand on my head pressing
it into her breast. She evidently has very sensitive nipples and
having them sucked certainly arouses her. I slip the neckline of
her nightdress down further and free her other big firm tit now
tipped with a bullet-hard nipple which I begin to suck and chew
on, sucking hard and teasing the stiff proud point with my lips
and tongue. She groans again and clutches my hair with her hand,
pressing me into her. Her heels press against the bed and her
thighs are spread wide. I enjoy the sight of the stretched lips of
her cunt caressing and gripping my stiff prick which I now have
stuck about four inches up her.
I take my mouth from her nipple and put my tongue to her lips,
running it along the soft groove of her mouth which immediately
parts in total acceptance allowing me complete freedom. She is
panting into my kiss as the sensations emanating from her hot cunt
sweep through her excited body. I take my lips from hers and raise
myself off her so that I can feel her big firm breasts while I am
fucking her. I begin a slow gentle deep fuck while I caress her
firm breasts. I am not riding her hard but I am making sure as I
am fucking her that I am far enough forward so that the front of
my prick rubs and stimulates her clitoris with each stroke. I am
only using about half of my prick and the internal muscles of her
cunt are massaging my organ deliciously. I look into her eyes,
"Are you enjoying this Kathy?" I ask quietly. She bites her lip
and looks up at me. I know the struggle that she is having
admitting it to herself and to me so I just wait, feeling her
firm breasts as I gently fuck her. She is too afraid of what I
will do to lie and after a moment she whispers,

"It's lovely!" she whispers reluctantly, "but we shouldn't be
doing it. I am so afraid for my husband!"
"Forget the wimp, Kathy darling," I said, ignoring your gasp of
outrage, "you are my slut now. You will do as I tell you and I
will fuck you whenever I feel like it. Just concentrate now. I
want to enjoy a nice fuck and it will be better for you if you do
not make me angry."
Ignoring her gasp of shock I begin to fuck Kathy a little harder
using a longer stroke and pressing slowly deeper into her until I
am buried in her tight cunt right up to my balls. Her hips begin
to move with my thrusts until we work up a nice rhythm. She gives
a sudden deep gasp and clasps her thighs around my waist pulling
me hard into her cunt with each stroke. I glance at you to make
sure you are still watching and I enjoy the horrified look as you
watch your young wife giving herself to me with more and more
abandon.
"Are you enjoying this, wimp?" I ask, "this is how your wife
should be fucked and how she will be fucked in future."
I watch you with amusement as, even though you are crushed and
hurt by Kathy's seeming betrayal, in the mirror I see you
surreptitiously slip your hand inside your panties and begin to
play with your little stiff cock. I take Kathy's chin between
thumb and forefinger and gently turn her head so that she can see
what is happening in the mirror. You appear to be in a self-
absorbed trance as you watch your wife being fucked in front of
your eyes and you cannot control yourself. Your wife and I both
watch you kneeling at the foot of the bed wanking furiously. Your
offense is clearly exciting you and the excitement overcomes
your fear. I see the sudden darkening of the material as you cum
in your panties and I hear Kathy gasp loudly with horror and
disgust at your wimpish behaviour.
I laugh loudly at your shame and offense and start to ride
your wife more roughly.
She begins to emit a high pitched squeal with each stroke as the
front of my stiff prick massages her hard engorged clitoris and
the hard head rubs against her cervix at the climax of each deep
thrust. She is now writhing and sweating under me, her eyes wide
and staring with the intensity of the emotions that are sweeping
through her. I can see the tell-tale flush spreading from your
wife's cheeks to her shoulders and down across her upper chest and
I feel the warmth in my balls. I ignore you, knowing that you will
not dare to turn your eyes away as you kneel powerless and at once
excited and scared as you watch with fascinated horror. I lie
further forward on your wife's perspiring body and squeeze her
breasts more firmly as I press my lips to hers taking possession
of her mouth as my prick spasms and I cum up her hot clinging
cunt. It is clear that, in spite of herself, your formerly
faithful young wife has been loving every minute of the hard fuck.

Simultaneously she gives a kind of loud squeal as her whole body
is overtaken by orgasmic spasms. She is gasping into my mouth as I
withdraw my lips from hers and bury my face in her hair lying on
her sweating body. She sighs and her thighs unclasp from round my
waist to lie spread and relaxed on the bed. She slowly brings her
breathing under control as I lie on her with my softening prick in
her wet cunt. She moves slightly under me and I knew that I am
too heavy for her. To demonstrate my control over her I do not
move for a moment and she gives a resigned sigh but then I move
off her and lie on my side admiring the sexy young wife I have
just fucked to a screaming orgasm. I glance at you with a smile,
"Have you enjoyed watching me fuck my new slut, wimp?" I ask.

You do not answer but look back with hate-filled eyes. I snap my
fingers and point at the floor beside me. You look back with
defiance and do not move. I stand, picking up my leather belt from
the bedside table and seize you by the hair, pulling you to your
feet, ignoring your gasps of pain. I bend you forward over the bed
and thrash your arse three times with my belt. You let out a loud
gasp each time the belt lands and your wife looks with horror at
the three read imprints across your buttocks.
"You have forgotten your manners, wimp," I snarl, "every time you
forget I will thrash your arse, and if your continue to defy me I
will thrash your wife's pretty arse as well.
Now, thank me politely for the lesmister you have just had like I
taught you."
"Thank you sir, I have enjoyed watching you fuck your new slut"
you say through clenched teeth and I smile at the beginning of
your obedience as I hear your wife gasp.
I glance at Kathy who is still lying on her back with her thighs
widely spread. She looks like a well-fucked whore with her tits
hanging out over the neckline of her nightdress and a river of
white cum running down from the back of her cunt along the crease
of her arse and on to the bedspread. I look down at you and say
conversationally,
"I have just shot a large load of hot cum into your wife's
unprotected cunt. She is probably going to get pregnant but if
you are quick and do a good job you may be able to prevent it. You
have my permission to lick her cunt out with your tongue."
You scramble to get between your wife's spread thighs and begin to
lick her out. Her cunt and the crack of her arse are soaked in my
thick creamy cum. The taste is incredibly powerful in your throat
and you gag as you fetish it down. I grin at the expression of
distaste on your face but, looking at me you continue to lick out
your wife knowing that it may protect her from getting pregnant
and that by being obedient you may avoid another thrashing. I
watch with amusement as you lap the cum from your wife's hot wet
cunt and enjoy the sight of you humiliating yourself pushing your
tongue as far up her as you can to clean her as thoroughly as
possible. Eventually you are finished and slowly remove your cum-
stained face from your wife's cunt and look anxiously up into my
grinning face.
"Well done, wimp," I say, "I hope that you enjoyed that. If you
are really lucky this time your wife will not get pregnant."
Seeing that you are through I snap your fingers once and point at
the floor beside the head of the bed. This time you immediately
respond, standing where I indicate. I put the cuffs back on you
and you begin to whimper again. I turn to your slut of a wife
and say,

"Get over there and take the wimp's panties off and show them to
me."
She stretches out her cum-stained thighs and gets to her feet
moving stiffly rounds the foot of the bed to where you are cuffed
and, without looking at you, slips her fingers in the waistband of
your panties and, sliding them down your legs, removes your cum-
stained panties. She looks with disgust at the stain on the front
and shows them to me as I had ordered. I look at them and laugh,
saying to her,
"This is what the sissy wimp did while watching us fuck. He
really seemed to like it. I don't know what he likes more,
sucking my cock or watching you suck and fuck me."
I look up at you and snap,
"Open your mouth, wimp,"
and watch as you reluctantly do so. I tell Kathy to turn the
panties inside out so that the big cum stain is facing outward and
to put them into your mouth, which, her face twisted with
revulsion, she does. I tell her to go to the living-room and to
fetch the tape and to tape your mouth shut holding the panties in
place. She does as she is told, knowing the consequences of
hesitation. I look up at you and say quietly, "Once you learn to
stop crying like a sissy baby I might leave you without a gag.
Tonight you can just stand there with your panties in your mouth
all night and think about things.

I am going to have some supper and then I am going to get some
relax."
I turn and look at your wife. She looks like a real whore, with
her cum-stained nightdress sticking to her sweaty body and her
tits hanging out over the low-cut neck-line. I smile at her and
she blushes faintly.
"Go and make me a sandwich," I order, "and bring it in here with
some fresh coffee and some brandy. Then strip and make the bed
with fresh linen. I am going to have a shower. Oh and by the way,
leave your tits hanging out just as they are. You look like the
slut you have proved yourself to be."
Kathy blushes deeply and leaves the bedroom. I turn and look at
you standing uncomfortably by the bed with your hands cuffed
through the headboard in your stained sweaty peach-coloured baby
doll nightdress that has begun to stick to your body. Your mouth
is taped shut and your cheeks bulge a little from the soiled
panties that your wife has powerd in on my instructions. I reach
out and cup your balls. Your whole body stiffens as I begin to
feel your. I gently caress your balls while looking into your
widened eyes and then slip my hand on to your little cock which I
begin to wank gently between thumb and forefinger. You rapidly
stiffen I my fingers.

"Listen, wimp," I say as I carry on wanking you, "I am going for a
shower and I am going to take my time. When your slut of a wife
has changed the bed tell her to join me in the bathroom."
I give your little pencil-dick a final squeeze and roll off the
bed to my feet entering the bathroom without giving you another
glance and leaving the door open. I take a long time having a
shower and washing my hair and I can hear, over the sound of the
water, Kathy come back with my supper. I hear but pay no attention
to your voices as I continue my shower. Within a few minutes Kathy
appears in the doorway. I know that although you cannot see what
is going to happen with the door open you will hear it all and
your imagination can do the rest. I reach out and, taking your
wife's *** hand I draw her under the cascading warm water. I
brush her hair back off her face and strip her soaked sweaty
nightdress off her before giving her a deep kiss and then, taking
my lips from hers I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push
her reluctant body down until she is kneeling. Without pausing I
feed my semi-stiff prick between her soft lips into the warmth of
her mouth and she instinctively begins to suck me off. I look down
at her, enjoying the sight of the pretty woman on her knees with
her soft red lips wrapped around my stiff prick and her head
rhythmically bobbing backwards and forwards. I feel the pressure
building in my balls and I slip my prick from her mouth and turn
her round, bending her right forward so that she has to support
her weight by pressing the flat of her hands against the tiled
wall of the shower. I kick the inside of her ankle and she gasps
with pain but immediately gets the message, spreading her legs and
giving me access to her cunt and arsehole.
Without pausing I slip my stiff prick straight up her cunt until I
am sheathed in her to the balls. She has a very tight cunt as it
has never been really stretched by your pencil-dick and I pause
for a moment buried deep in your wife. Enjoying the velvet feel of
her cunt muscles as they massage my stiff rod and the sensation of
my knobhead nudging and rubbing against her cervix. I coat my
fingers with soap and with one finger begin to tickle the dimpled
rose of her arsehole.
"Oh my God!!!" she gasped, "you mustn't do that!"
I slap her buttock a couple of times quite hard enjoying the
quivering of her flesh under the cascading water, knowing that the
sound will reach you in the bedroom.
"Be quiet, slut, and do as you are told," I order brusquely.
I rub the little puckered opening a little more firmly as I rest
against your wife stuck as hard up her as I can get and suddenly
the protecting ring of muscle gives way to my demanding questing
finger which slips an inch into her quivering arse. She gives a
loud gasp which I know that you can hear and will be anxiously
wondering about. Without giving her a moment's rest I slip a
second finger into her and she gasps again, this time with pain. I
ignore her and being to gently finger fuck her arse using two
fingers. At first it is very tight and I know that I am hurting
her, her whimpering gasps of pain prove that but I persist and
suddenly her arse walls seem to relax and become much more liquid
against my fingers and I hear her give a deep sigh as she clenches
the muscles of her arse against my fingers, delivering delicious
waves of sensation to my prick buried deep in her hot cunt. I
begin to simultaneously fuck her cunt with long slow strokes and
her arse with two fingers. Her hips begin to twitch under the
double stimulation and before long, despite herself she is pushing
her bottom back against me, meeting my thrusts and groaning loudly
with each stroke. I know that you can hear from the bedroom and
will be anxious about what is happening to your wife and I grin to
myself as I take my fingers from your wife's clinging arse and,
gripping her by the hips, pull her hard on to my prick with each
stroke. I begin to spank her quivering buttocks as I fuck her and
the slaps resound loudly around the echoing bathroom and I know
that you will hear them in the bedroom. Your wife begins to sob,
partly with pain and partly with emotion as she is spanked hard as
she is being fucked quite savagely. I don't try to hold off my
orgasm and I cum straight up your wife deep into her unprotected
womb without bothering whether she has cum or not. I pull out of
her giving her arse a last couple of hard slaps admiring its fiery
red colour as she remains bent over supporting herself on the wall
in the subservient position I have put her in and not daring to
straighten up until she is told to. I leave her there while I
finish my shower and as I leave the stall I slap her again on her
reddened arse enjoying her sudden jump.
"Have another shower slut, and then join us in the bedroom. You
won't need a nightdress." I say as I dry myself and then leave the
bathroom glancing at your white furious face as you stand
uncomfortably cuffed to the bed. I grin at you as I go to your
wife's dressing table and use her hair-dryer. Over the noise of
the dryer I say,
"You are really lucky, wimp, your wife is a lovely fuck and she
has a nice tight arse. I will enjoy sticking my stiff prick in
there tonight."

I lay down on the freshly made bed and had my supper. Kathy had
brought the decanter in so I pour myself a generous glass and
watch her as she comes from the bathroom and sits at her dressing
table drying her hair. When she is ready I pat the bed beside me
on the side away from where you are standing and Kathy comes and
lies down with me between her and you.
I glance at the bedside clock and say to Kathy,
"It is getting late and we could do with some relax. Put out the
light and settle down."
She glances at me and then at you.
"What about my husband," she says hesitantly, "you can't mean to
leave him like that all night!"
I laugh and pull her to me. Grasping her tit and sliding my finger
down to her nipple I begin to squeeze it until she gasps. Then I
give her a deep kiss.
"That is exactly what I am going to do, Kathy. Now, put out the
light and let us get some relax."
She realises that protest is useless and puts out the light and I
fall almost immediately into a dreamless relax. I awake a couple
of hours later to find Kathy awake, talking quietly to you. I
ignore you and turn to her, slipping my hand between her thighs
and beginning to work her up with my finger.
"Please stop, not again," she begs.
We can both hear you breathing harshly as you watch what is
happening in the half-light, powerless to interfere. I kiss your
wife gently and whisper into her ear, "Give me a nice wank, Kathy
darling".
She reluctantly puts her soft hand on my semi-hard prick and
begins to toss me off. This rapidly stiffens me up. I gently kiss
her again, just brushing her lips with my tongue. I do not want to
make her cum yet so I keep away from her clitoris and lightly feel
her hot wet cunt.
"You know what we are going to do now, don't you slut" I whisper
into her ear through her soft silky hair. "I am going fuck your
arse so hard".
She looks dumbly into my eyes and protests weakly,
"Please, please don't. It is just so very very wrong. It is
completely perverted."
I move my hand from her wet cunt to her soft arse and begin to
lubricate her arsehole well with the moisture from her cunt. I
give her arse a finger-fuck, first with one and then with two
fingers so that it will be as loose as possible. When her hole is
nice and greasy I move my hand back to her wet cunt and begin to
transfer her moisture to my prick making it nice and greasy. I
looked deeply into her wide frightened eyes.
"It's time someone had your arse, Kathy, and your wimp of a
husband is never likely to do it."
I hear you gasp in outrage and sense you watching tensely as I
gently roll your wife on to her back.
"Come on, slut," I say harshly, " get your thighs widely spread".
She complies with a sob and I push a pillow under her arse giving
me ready access to her hole. I move between her and put the end of
my stiff prick against the dimple of her greasy arsehole. I gently
push and without difficulty my stiff prick goes about four inches
up her. I hear her gasp loudly and I smile into her wide terrified
eyes.
"That was easy slut, you have a lovely arse. Now, take a deep
breath."
She breathes in deeply and I push my prick right up her moist arse
until I am sheathed in her with my hairy balls nestling against
her cunt.
"Put your legs around me, Kathy," I order.
Without hesitation she wraps her thighs around my waist pulling my
prick further up her tight wet arsehole. I take her in my arms and
roll on to my side so that she is facing me with my prick right up
inside her arse. I smile into her wide staring eyes and begin to
gently fuck her clinging arse. Her arse is so smooth that I come
up her fairly soon. I give her a gentle kiss, pull out my prick
and settle down to relax again leaving Kathy awake, blushing and
gasping and you staring impotently at the scene played out before
you.
I awake reamisterably early to find you both awake also. I stretch
but do not touch either of you knowing that this will cause your
anxieties to build. I pick up the key from the bed-side table,
reaching across Kathy brushing her breasts as I do so, and I
uncuff your hands. You sigh with relief but look into my hard eyes
and remain rigid, not daring to move. I snap my fingers and
point at the floor beside the bed and you obediently sink to
your knees. I look into your eyes and say,

"I fancy a nice fuck to start my day off, wimp. You kneel there
and watch me and listen carefully. When I have finished, go and
make me a nice breakfast and I will come when I am ready. Don't
bother using the toilet. If you need to go you can just hold it
until I feel like letting you go."
I hear Kathy gasp and I turn to her with a smile saying
pleasantly,
"There is nothing like a good fuck to start the day, Kathy
darling."
I see her shudder a little and I know that she is still very
frightened of me. I can stand that! I stretch out on my back and
look at you.
"I told you that I am going to fuck your wife, wimp. Get me ready.
Give me a nice wank and then suck me off until I tell you to
stop."
You reach out hesitantly and grasp my prick beginning a slow
practised wank and in a couple of minutes I feel your breath and
then your lips engulf the head of my knob and I relish the
delicious suction. Is it my imagination or are you not as
reluctant as you once were? While you are sucking me off I put my
hand on the inside of Kathy's nearer thigh and like an obedient
little fuck-toy she immediately spreads her legs, allowing me full
access. I slip my hand up to her already moist cunt and begin to
thoroughly feely her, flicking her clitoris with the ball of my
thumb. I can sense her resistance to her feelings but in spite of
herself she begins to breathe deeper and faster under my
ministrations. I snap my fingers as you have now made me really
stiff and you slowly remove your mouth from my prick, kneeling
with your thighs spread and your arse supported on your heels.
I motion for your wife to kneel astride my thighs facing me and
she hurries to obey me, looking anxiously at me. I reach up and
grasp both of her full swinging breasts and begin to squeeze
them. Kathy gasps and I see you wince at her pain. I grin at you
as I worry your young wife,

"Now wimp, guide my stiff prick into the wet sloppy cunt of your
sexy little slut of a wife," I say.
They both flush at the use but Kathy obediently raises herself
on her knees while I hold her tits tightly to allow you to take
hold of my prick in your reluctant hand and guide it so that it
passes easily between the fleshy moist outer lips of your wife's
hairy cunt. I press down on her tits so that she is powerd to
sit more firmly on my prick and I slide easily up her to the
balls. I pull her down to me by the nipples which I slowly
squeeze more tightly I lie stuck hard up your wife. I glance at
you and then kiss her deeply as you watch impotently. I take my
lips from hers after a while and look into her scared shocked
eyes,

"Now, fuck yourself on my prick," I order.
She immediately begins to move up and down giving me a delicious
slow fuck as I guide her by the pressure that I was exerting on
her sensitive nipples.
"I must say, Kathy, you are good at this," I comment, "have you
ever fucked in this position before?"
She nods reluctantly and whispers,
"It is one of our favourite positions."
I laugh with satisfaction. So I am taking something else of yours.
I am in no hurry and just lie feeling and moulding her firm
breasts while she is doing all the work. I slowly speed her up by
manipulating her nipples until she is bucking hard on me with her
head thrown back and her hair swinging. The room is full of the
smell of woman and cunt. She is gasping deep gulps of air and
ramming herself as hard as she can down onto my prick. I begin to
feel close to coming so I pull her down to me by the nipples and
fasten my mouth on hers giving her a deep hard kiss as I cum up
her cunt and shoot a river of hot cum up into her unprotected
womb. She lies panting on me as I move my hands to the fleshy
globes of her arse and began to pull her hard on to my prick.
This causes my prick to rub hard against her excited clitoris and
she cums with a deep gasp. The internal muscles of her cunt grasp
and milk the last drops of cum from my prick feeding them up into
her womb. I roll her off me and look at her as she lies gasping
beside me with cum running out of her cunt and over the crack of
her arse on to the bed. She looks less like a respectable young
wife and more like a fucked-out whore. I grin at you,
"I have just shot a big load of cum into your wife's unprotected
cunt and this time I am not going to let you lick her out. I want
her pregnant."
I hear them both gasp with shock, ignore them and continue,
"Go and make my breakfast, wimp, I am going to have a shower and I
will be down in a minute."
You get slowly to your feet and go to the bedroom door looking
longingly at the bathroom. I smile to myself. You look a mess in
your sweaty cum-stained nightdress. I have not allowed you to wash
or to have a shower and you have had a hard night. Now I won't
even let you pee! You turn briefly to give your wife a last glance
as you leave the room to find my mocking eyes on you. I get up
from the bed and look down at Kathy who is crying quietly.
"Get a shower but don't try to clean my cum from your cunt and
slip into something sexy and then come downstairs," I order
brusquely, knowing that she will disobey me and try to get my cum
out of her cunt but also knowing that it is probably too late, and
not really caring anyway.
I go and have a quick but thorough shower and wash my hair. I come
back into the bedroom and look at Kathy who has not moved. I know
though that she will obey me, she is to frightened not to. I pick
up my leather belt, having a feeling that I will need it and enter
the living room quietly. The room is full of the aroma of frying
bacon and I look over at you. You have not seen or heard me come
in and I find you pissing in the sink. I come up quietly behind
you so that you se my reflection in the window and relish your
gasp of shock and fear.
"Well, you are a disobedient little sissy, aren't you Jacquie?" I
ask with a smile and I see you begin to tremble as you note the
belt in my hand.
"I'm so sorry," you whisper, "I couldn't help it. I wanted to go
so badly."
"You forgot to call me 'sir'," I say quietly and your trembling
increases.
I decide to make you wait and worry about possible punishment and
I sit at the table and snap my fingers. You hurry to serve me my
breakfast and as I begin to eat I snap my fingers and point at the
floor. You kneel obediently with your thighs spread and as I eat
the door opens and Kathy comes in. I look at her with pleasure.
She has taken my instructions literally and is wearing a pale blue
very short slip, tightly moulded to her breasts and barely
covering her cunt - and nothing else. Her hair has been neatly
brushed and she has put on very light make-up. She looks
apprehensively at her husband kneeling in front of the table and
then back at me. I point to the floor beside him without comment
and she walks over and reluctantly kneels.
I finish my breakfast and get up from the table. I slowly collect
my clothes and dress. I see you looking anxiously at the leather
belt in my hand and I grin down at you as I put my belt on.
"Don't worry, wimp," I say, "you are not going to be punished this
time. I have to leave you now but I will be back later. I am a
long way from being finished with you two."
I pass Kathy as I walk to the door, giving her breast a last feel
finishing with a hard squeeze to make her gasp with pain. The last
you see of me is my smile as I close the door.

Le vigile


Ce que je vais raconter est notre histoire, celle d'un couple uni et amoureux, devenu libertin à l'occasion, jusqu'à former pour l'instant un ménage à trois. Je suis commerçant dans une grande ville du sud-ouest de la France, un grand magasin de vêtements avec sept employées et, bien sûr, j'ai quitté ma femme pour vivre avec l'une d'elles. J'ai cinquante-huit ans, je suis assez bien conservé, on dit que j'ai du charme, et mon amie est une jolie Beurette de trente-quatre ans, brune et mince, bien cambrée, souriante avec une voix rauque et sensuelle.
Nous avons vécu un an ensemble avant de décider, lors d'un repas un peu arrosé, de découvrir et tester le milieu libertin. Nous avons fréquenté un établissement spécialisé, et rencontré des hommes et un couple par internet. Mon amie s'habillait de manière provocante, une micro jupe, un dos nu et des cuissardes. Sans sous-vêtements, elle allumait et branchait les hommes sur la piste de danse, on choisissait tous les deux notre partenaire, et nous avons donc fait quelques trios mémorables. Ces expériences renforçaient notre libido, nos rapports et nos plaisirs mistert devenus plus intenses en imaginant la présence de nos anciens partenaires.
Elle aimait choisir des Blacks, pour leur peau, disait-elle, mais nous faisions l'amour avec d'autres hommes, sans critère d'âge, pourvu qu'ils acceptent le principe du trio. Nous avons connu un couple dont la femme est lesbienne, elles ont débuté à deux, mais rapidement l'homme est venu et lui a fait l'amour pendant plus d'une heure. On a également rencontré un Ivoirien au Cap d'Agde, avec qui nous avons eu trois nuits de débauche, plus quelques ratés, style éjaculateurs avant l'heure...
Les contraintes de mon métier m'ont fait embaucher un vigile dont le rôle était de sécuriser mon commerce, trier les entrées, empêcher les vols. J'ai choisi un étudiant sénégalais, beau garçon de vingt-quatre ans, éduqué, intelligent, grand, musclé, au crâne rasé, assez charmeur et autoritaire quand il le fallait. Mon amie n'était pas indifférente à mister charme, mais nous étions convenus de ne pas mélanger travail et plaisir. Ce garçon ne venait que les jours d'affluence, c'est-à-dire en fin de semaine, ce qui était compatible avec ses horaires de faculté.
Nos sorties coquines étaient peu fréquentes, en général une fois par mois, dans une boîte où nous avions nos habitudes, et le plus souvent nous nous contentions de danser et de boire, de provoquer des hommes et rarement finaliser notre soirée. Nous aimions sortir le Vendredi soir car le thème des soirées permettait aux hommes seuls de rentrer, le Samedi étant réservé aux couples.
Ce soir-là, le site de la boîte annonçait Soirée Black and White, invitation un peu prétentieuse puisque peu de Blacks fréquentaient l'établissement. Il y avait beaucoup de monde, quelques habitués qui amenaient leur femme à la saillie, le bar où les mâles jaugeaient les danseuses sur la piste, la cage, le coin câlin, les canapés, et une belle ambiance érotique dispensée par quelques entraîneuses rémunérées.
Après quelques verres, nous voilà sur la piste, tendrement enlacés, parmi les nombreux danseurs et dragueurs, et le but du jeu était d'attendre qu'un homme se colle derrière mon amie, nous dansions à trois, puis je m'éclipsais, la drague devenait plus intense, et si l'homme plaisait, elle me l'amenait et de notre discussion résultait la fin de notre soirée.
Bien sûr, tous n'étaient pas choisis, et nos critères restaient sévères. Mon amie, Nora, pour la nommer, se dandinait de manière provocante sur la piste. On devinait malgré la foule et l'obscurité la nudité de ses fesses. Un homme se colla à elle, un Black, grand, je n'en voyais que les mains sur mister ventre dénudé. Connaissant ses goûts, je me retirai sur mon siège en attendant la suite.
Nora et mister soupirant disparurent dans la foule des danseurs, j'apercevais de loin en loin l'approche de l'homme, il se collait contre ses fesses, semble-t-il pour lui faire sentir sa virilité, ses mains devenaient plus précises, s'égarant sous la jupe et sur sa poitrine. Le temps me parut long, preuve que Nora appréciait la situation. En général, elle revenait au bout de dix minutes. Mais ils disparurent de ma vue sans que je m'en inquiète, étant en discussion avec des habitués.
Au bout d'une heure et comme j'en faisais la remarque, mon voisin me suggéra d'aller faire un tour ensemble (voyeur, pensai-je) dans le coin câlin. Parmi de nombreux participants, je distinguai difficilement, à cause de l'obscurité, Nora prise en levrette par notre Black, jupe retroussée, semblant aimer particulièrement sa situation. J'étais surpris car habituellement on faisait ça à trois, mais j'ai eu un choc quand j'ai reconnu mister amant, c'était Basile notre vigile qui l'honorait avec fougue. J'ai observé quelques minutes sa grosse queue s'enfoncer dans le minou épilé de Nora. Malgré la musique, je pouvais entendre ses râles de plaisir que j'imaginais décuplé par la présence de voyeurs et d'autres couples qui copulaient.
Je me suis retiré discrètement pour revenir au bar et attendre leur retour, un peu contrarié car on s'efforçait de ne rencontrer que des inconnus. De plus, l'homme qui la baisait restait mon employé, situation particulière ! Nora revint seule, un peu penaude, s'assit sur le tabouret, câline avec moi :
— Je t'ai lâché, excuse moi, il dansait bien, je n'ai pas vu le temps passer !
— Je pense que tu as fait autre chose.


Dit avec un sourire coquin et un bisou amoureux.
— J'ai fait une bêtise avec Basile, je ne l'ai reconnu que trop tard, quand j'avais trop envie, je ne t'ai pas cherché pour ne pas te gêner.
— Ça m'ennuie un peu, je ne vais plus pouvoir lui parler comme avant. Au fait, un bon coup ? Tu as aimé ?
— Oh oui, un bon coup ! Et en plus mister approche a été excitante, il m'a touchée sur la piste au début avec décence, il était doux, comme amoureux, il m'a fait plein de bisous, il faisait noir, et je fermais les yeux. Si je l'avais reconnu, je n'y serais pas allée. Quand il m'a entraînée par la main, là je l'ai reconnu, mais il était allé loin dans les caresses, j'étais inondée et surtout, mon chéri, j'avais très envie de lui. Excuse-moi encore. Si tu veux, on n'en parle plus et on s'en va.
— Je ne sais pas si je vais le garder, il te baise dans mon dos, et je l'emploie, dur !
— Non chéri, c'est de ma faute, j'aurais dû refuser, mais je sentais mister corps et ses mains sur moi, j'ai retardé l'instant de le dévisager. Je t'en prie, ce n'est pas sa faute. On en restera là, promis.
— J'ai peur qu'il s'en vante à la boutique.


Sur ces entrefaites, Basile s'approche avec un sourire carnassier :
— Bonjour Monsieur, heureux de vous voir ici.
— Bonjour Basile, vous vous amusez bien ?
— Vous avez bien vu !


En se regardant les pieds ! Il m'avait repéré dans l'alcôve, il savait que je les avais vus faire l'amour et il devinait que je ne pouvais rien dire. Nora était très gênée, et malgré tout, il lui fit un bisou dans le cou.
— Nora a apprécié ma façon de danser, je crois.
— Basile, je t'offre à boire et on discute, OK ?
— Oui patron, merci, on s'assoie là-bas ?


On part tous les trois, Nora et Basile sur la banquette, côte à côte, moi, en face sur le pouf.
— Je vais vous avouer, dit Basile, Nora me fait fantasmer depuis le début. J'ai appris où vous sortiez, et je l'ai draguée. D'ailleurs, elle n'a rien dit, même après m'avoir reconnu. J'ai beaucoup aimé cette soirée, j'espère que vous m'en voudrez pas, on va dire que c'est l'alcool et on n'en parle plus.


(Rire crispé de ma part. De plus, j'ai appris par la suite que Nora lui avait donné l'adresse pour nous rencontrer !)
— OK Basile, on sort de temps en temps, mais habituellement je suis invité, actif, elle n'a jamais fait ça toute seule.
— Chéri, c'est ma faute, je n'ai pas voulu te gêner.
— OK, pardonné Basile. Vous vous étés bien amusés ?
— C'était très bien, Monsieur !
— Super, dit Nora.


Elle se tourne vers lui et l'embrasse sur les lèvres en lui mettant la main dans l'entrejambe. Il lui rend mister baiser et plonge sa main dans mister léger corsage, me dévoilant mister sein.
— On peut en parler librement maintenant, elle est bandante, elle fait bien l'amour, je vous envie.
— Merci, continuez, dis-je, un peu sarcastique.


Il me prit au mot et ils se mirent à flirter devant moi et nos voisins, amis de rencontre connus. Ils se firent des bisous, des caresses, ses mains s'égaraient sous la jupe, et au moment où elle lui touchait mister membre, je leur dis :
— Pas ici, on va à la maimister. Cocu OK, mais dans la discrétion !


J'avais décidé de reprendre les choses en main, il était trop sûr de lui.

Pour me justifier :
— J'aime qu'elle me rende jaloux.


Du tac au tac :

— J'aime rendre jaloux. Je n'ai pas de copine, je ne veux pas m'engager, j'ai eu une déception sentimentale, mon ex m'a laissé tomber il y a six mois.


Léger comme justification, mais j'opine et nous quittons le club. Le trajet assez long m'a été assez douloureux, ils se mistert installés à l'arrière de ma Porsche. L'espace est confiné, et ils ont continué à flirter malgré ma surveillance au rétroviseur. Nora n'était plus du tout gênée et semblait y prendre beaucoup de plaisir.
— Champagne pour sceller notre amitié ou continuer à nous alcooliser.


J'ouvre la bouteille, Basile découvrait notre appartement assez luxueux, et il me répondit en souriant :
— À nos amours !


Nora baissa ses yeux en souriant. Elle me voyait en difficulté pour la première fois. Il était intelligemment ironique, j'avais pardonné, il pouvait continuer. Je suivais ses pensées.
— Chéri, je vais prendre une douche, cinq minutes.


Il était trois heures du matin et je me sentais passablement ivre. Basile, en pleine forme, trempait ses lèvres modérément dans le champagne :
— Je vous envie, Nora est jolie et sexy, on ne peut rester indifférent.
— Basile, ce soir c'est mon tour si vous le voulez bien.
— Moi après !


Avec un clin d'œil. Décidément, il me provoque pensai-je. En fait, il n'avait pas du tout besoin de mister travail pour vivre, et vu mister physique, il en retrouverait facilement. Nora apparut enroulée dans une serviette de bain. Excitante au possible, elle se plaça devant Basile en me tournant le dos et laissa tomber sa protection, bien campée sur ses jambes écartées. Elle était entièrement nue, j'apercevais ses lèvres tombant entre ses fesses. Elle mit un pied sur l'épaule de Basile et en musique, ondulant le bassin, approcha mister minou en rythme, puis elle renversa Basile sur le canapé et plaça mister minou au-dessus de sa bouche.

J'étais estomaqué, il la léchait devant moi, elle gémissait tout en lui déboutonnant la braguette, et elle sortit mister sexe, énorme, en érection complète, et se mit à le branler.
J'ai abandonné. Mon pénis ne pouvait supporter la comparaimister et je me suis senti humilié au point de ne pas vouloir me mettre nu. Pourtant, j'avais un désir de Nora intense provoqué par leur prestation au club. Pour moi, ce sera journée sans sexe, par contre, pour Nora ! Je m'éclipse discrètement sur un fauteuil retiré, et me régale du spectacle : Nora s'empale sur ce gros vit qui s'enfonce doucement dans mister minou, pourtant elle est étroite mais elle semble l'avaler sans difficulté.
— Tu m'as baisée en boite, je te baise ici !
— Oui Nora, viens sentir ma grosse bite noire, regarde comme elle te remplit.


Le va-et-vient commence, la grosse bite va de plus en plus profond, j'entends les gémissements et les halètements. Elle se penche et l'embrasse, il pétrit ses seins, enfonce un puis deux doigts dans mister anus, elle pousse des petits cris, la cyprine dégouline, la queue luit, la cadence s'accélère, je n'existe plus, les mots crus fusent :
— Je sens ton bâton, va plus loin, défonce-moi, je suis ta salope, j'aime ta queue, je n'ai jamais ressenti ça.
— Chienne, traînée, tu aimes le Black, je vais te baiser toute la nuit. Ensuite, j'appelle des copains, tu seras mon trou à bites, ton mec viendra lécher après, je ne veux plus que ce cocu te touche.


Il exagère, c'est le délire de l'amour, pensai-je, en bandant comme un porc (petit). Si je sors ma bite, il va se moquer, je fais donc profil bas. Dans l'absolu, il a raimister, je n'ai jamais baisé mon amie si bien.
Ils changent de position. En missionnaire, c'est lui qui prend l'initiative, il la pilonne, j'entends ses couilles rebondir, Nora commence à crier, preuve que l'orgasme approche, arrive, explose, elle donne de grands coups de bassin et s'effondre dans ses bras. Quel orgasme, jamais elle n'en avait eu aussi prolongé avec moi, elle était prise de tremblements, remerciait Basile pour cette partie. Lui :
— À moi de jouir, ma salope, je vais t'enculer.


Il sortit sa bite encore droite, en fait il s'était retenu, mit Nora à quatre pattes, et positionna mister gland devant mister petit trou. Il l'avait préparée en la doigtant, sa bite luisait de cyprine, et il s'enfonça délicatement, centimètre par centimètre, jusqu'à la garde, et reprit ses va-et-vient, en lui titillant le clitoris. Ils explosèrent ensemble, dans les cris d'un nouvel orgasme. Il lui avait rempli le cul de mister foutre qu'on voyait sortir entre les fesses. Heureusement, il ne m'a pas demandé de lécher, sinon je l'aurais fait avec honte et plaisir.
— Chéri, merci, c'était bon, ma plus belle nuit d'amour, merci encore.


Elle s'adressait à moi, me remerciait de l'avoir laissée avec mister Black, et, je pense, de n'avoir pas participé. J'avais éjaculé en les regardant, sans me toucher. J'étais honteux, jaloux de sa bite et de sa prestation, mais heureux pour Nora qui n'avait jamais connu pareille jouissance avec moi.
— Reste ici, on va dans la chambre, me dit ma belle en entraînant Basile par la main. Et ils montèrent l'escalier, nus tous les deux, tendrement enlacés.


Glup.
— OK, soyez sages !
— Sans problème, on va juste baiser encore.


Toujours provoquant ! Dans les vapeurs d'alcool et un demi sommeil, j'ai entendu le lit grincer toute la nuit, j'ai compté les orgasmes successifs, trois autres, et je suis branlé en pensant qu'il n'y avait aucune raimister de ne pas jouir. Au petit matin, pendant que Nora récupérait, j'ai offert le café à Basile qui l'a pris nu devant moi. Sa grosse bite pendait, encore en semi érection. Avec ses bourses gonflées, j'avais l'impression qu'il serait capable de recommencer.
— Merci pour le champagne, le café et pour Nora, c'est une des rares femmes qui m'ait laissé aller jusqu'au bout de mon désir. Habituellement, elles craquent avant. Avec elle, plus on en donne, plus elle en demande, elle parait insatiable. À bientôt.
— À bientôt. Merci pour Nora, elle a dû passer une bonne nuit, je la laisse dormir.


Il me tutoie pour la première fois :
— Tu as aimé, tu as joui ? Je reviens quand tu veux si Nora accepte.
— Tu es un bon amant. Pour moi, tu peux revenir, mais c'est Nora qui décide.
— C'est décidé, on va se revoir. À toi de voir si c'est avec ou sans toi. Pour ma part, j'aime autant que tu sois là.


Ne sachant que répondre, je bégayai :
— J'aime la voir heureuse.
— Tu n'as rien vu, elle va être comblée.


Belles nuits en perspective !
Au réveil, Nora vint se serrer contre moi
— Encore merci mon cœur, tu m'as offert une nuit fabuleuse. Dès que j'aurais récupéré, je te donnerai tout de moi, mais on a décidé de se revoir, tu es d'accord ?


Que dire, j'acquiesçai bien sûr. Je serai un cocu de temps en temps, elle sera à moi le reste du temps. Presque le bonheur, j'étais pris à notre jeu.
Notre semaine fut fabuleuse, Nora se montra amoureuse et salope avec moi. Je surpris quand même quelques textos enflammés sur mister portable, il l'appelait sa salope, elle lui répondait qu'elle était impatiente de retrouver mister gros bâton tout noir, que la prochaine fois, elle sucerait ses couilles. Bref, de la poésie !
Et nous attendions impatiemment le week-end suivant. Au magasin, Basile fut exemplaire, comme s'il ne s'était rien passé, aucun risque donc de ce côté.
Pour accélérer le récit : nous avions convenu de nous retrouver au club. Basile est venu avec un ami mais nous n'avons fait que danser, Basile demandant à Nora de danser avec mister ami, un Black aussi, et nous nous sommes retrouvés à trois pour une nouvelle nuit d'enfer. Simplement Basile m'a demandé de guider sa bite en Nora, le reste a été sans particularité, orgasmes sur orgasmes, devant moi ce coup-ci, en me permettant de photographier.
Nos relations occupaient uniquement nos vendredis, mais au club il me semblait que le congénère de Basile devenait de plus en plus entreprenant sous l'œil blasé de ce dernier. Nora s'habillait toujours de la même façon et les mains de l'ami de Basile, Patrick, devenaient baladeuses.
Sur la banquette, les positions étaient définies, Nora au milieu des deux, moi en face sur un pouf. Nos amis et connaissances se moquaient, nous demandaient à quand le mariage. J'étais penaud. Un soir que j'étais malade, je suis rentré seul plus tôt, les laissant tous les trois, et Nora est rentrée seule en fin de nuit.
La semaine suivante, mes amis se mistert fait un plaisir de me conter la soirée, Nora a dansé avec les deux, et a passé la nuit toujours avec les deux Blacks dans une alcôve fermée, d'où ne sortaient que les bruits caractéristiques de l'amour et des orgasmes. Quand je lui ai demandé des explications, elle m'a répondu que Basile voulait offrir un cadeau d'anniversaire à Patrick, et comme il n'y avait pas de femmes libres, elle s'est dévouée. En fait, elle a fait l'amour avec les deux, l'un après l'autre, puis ensemble, une bite dans le minou et une dans la bouche, ils se mistert relayés, puis l'ont prise devant et derrière, pour elle c'était la première fois.
Nos relations ont évolué, Basile a quitté mister emploi au magasin mais est venu vivre chez nous. Je me suis aménagé une chambre d'ami. Nos sorties ont perduré, Nora s'offrait en boîte devant Basile ou avec lui. Pour ma part, je trouvais mon compte avec d'autres femmes en club. De temps en temps, Basile invitait un ami pour passer la nuit à trois avec Nora. Je me complaisais dans cette situation, Nora avait l'air heureuse, et je baisais autant qu'avant, mais avec d'autres.
Le plus difficile a été d'accepter qu'ils se comportent en couple lors de nos sorties cinéma, restaurants, vacances. Un soir, ils mistert sortis seuls dans une boite afro, il voulait la présenter à ses amis. En fait, il se cherchait un successeur car il devait rentrer en Côte d'Ivoire exercer mister métier. Elle a donc connu un jeune étudiant de vingt ans, toujours un Black, aussi beau garçon que lui. Elle a fait l'amour dans la boite avec Thierry devant Basile, et ils m'ont raconté cette soirée le lendemain.
Actuellement, nous attendons le départ imminent de Basile, et je pense que Thierry prendra sa place tant dans notre lit qu'au magasin.

Ma vie en Simone : 1-Quand Simon devient Simone


Tout a commencé par une blague de jeunes. Adolescents mon copain Jean-Michel et moi, on avait l'habitude d'aller à des soirées de danse réservées aux moins de vingt ans. Un jour, les responsables ajoutèrent un réglement. Les garçons devaient obligatoirement être accompagnés. On était coinçé jusqu'au jour où Jean-Michel eut une idée bizarre qui allait bouleverser ma vie.
- Simon, je sais ! Tu vas t'habiller avec les vêtements d'une de tes soeurs.
Je fus estomaqué. Il venait d'exprimer tout haut un fantasme que j'avais toujours gardé pour moi. Seul garçon d'une famille monoparentale, j'avais souvent eu une secrète envie d'enfiler les robes de mes trois soeurs. Après un moment de panique, j'acceptai.
Seul avec Jean-Michel, je commençais à fouiller dans les affaires de ma soeur jumelle. Je savais ce que je voulais pour les avoir essayés. Tout d'abord, il y avait une petite culotte en soie transparente avec autour des cuisses et de la taille une bordure en dentelles fines. En sortant le soutien-gorge en harmonie avec la culotte , je devais être rouge comme une tomate. Je sentais mon sexe dur comme de la roche. Je jetais un coup d'oeil vers Jean-Michel. Il avait les yeux grands comme des soucoupes. Il humectait ses lèvres avec sa langue.
J'eus un moment de recul mais l'envie était encore plus grande. Je retirais peu à peu mes vêtements. On aurait dit que l'excitation grandissait dans les yeux de mon copain. J'avais à cette époque un corps longiligne, d'une blancheur spectrale qui contrastait avec la couleur noire ébène de mes cheveux et du petit triangle de poils crépus qui entouraient mon sexe. J'enfilai la culotte pour cacher mes petites fesses rondes. Par contre en avant, la soie se tendait sous la pression de mon sexe bandé. Il était assez gros et long pour que l'on puisse voir la tête rose dépasser au milieu de la dentelle. Puis j'enfilai le soutien-gorge que je bourrai avec les bas de ma soeur. A mon invitation Jean-Michel vint m'aider à fermer l'attache dans mon dos. Ses mains tremblaient. Je sentais mister souffle haletant dans mon cou. Après bien des essais, ses longs doigts fins réussirent à fermer la petite attache. Pourtant la paume de ses mains restèrent longtemps collés sur mes omoplates. Je ne savais plus quoi faire. Je me retournai d'un coup et nos deux regards remplis d'envie se croisèrent. En quelques secondes nos lèvres se rejoignirent dans un baiser fougueux comme ceux que l'on réservait aux filles dans nos rêves les plus fous. Enlacés l'un à l'autre, on se laissa tomber sur le lit. Nous restâmes ainsi plus d'une heure à s'embrasser, se caresser sans savoir ce que nous devions faire. Peu à peu Jean-Michel enleva ses vêtements. Il était déjà à cette époque un véritable ours tellement ses poils poussaient partout sur mister corps. Son corps était massif et trapu, tout le contraire de moi. J'eus tout ma vie une silhouette androgine.
Après s'être saoulés de caresses et de baiser, nos deux corps enlacés s'endormirent jusqu'au moment où s'ouvrit le second chapitre de ma vie.

baiser devant mister mari

Alain, vingt quatre ans, et Marion, sa magnifique épouse, âgée de vingt ans, rentrent de vacances. Ce soir, ils invitent des amis à prendre un verre. Ils habitent un petit deux pièces sous les toits, et même si le salon est un peu exigu, l\'appartement est assez coquet. Alain invite Ambre et Joël à s\'asseoir sur le canapé à côté de lui, Dan est sur une chaise, avec sa copine Clarisse assise sur ses genoux. La chaise qu\'il reste est occupé par Morgan, âgé de trente ans, le seul célibataire de la soirée, homme à femmes s\'il en est. Marion qui s\'occupe du service, se retrouve debout.
Depuis quelques temps, Alain a un phantasme. Celui de voir sa jeune épouse se faire prendre par un autre homme devant lui. Mais Marion est une femme un peu coincée. Elle a toujours refusé cette proposition, tout comme elle a toujours refusé de tailler une pipe à mister époux. Même la sodomie.
Devant cette situation, une idée germe dans l\'esprit d\'Alain.
-Mince ma chérie, il n\'y a plus de place, dit-il. Assied toi sur les genoux de Morgan, ça te dérange pas Morgan?
-Pas du tout, si Marion est d\'accord, pas de problème.
Marion foudroie mister mari du regard, se sent rougir. Surtout que de tous les invités, c\'est celui qu\'elle connait le moins, et ce n'est pas le moins séduisant.
Marion est vêtue d\'une mini jupe, et d\'un chemisier assez moulant. Les bouts de ses seins tendent le mince tissu. Les boutons mistert prêts à craquer.
Un peu à contrecœur, et ne voulant pas faire de scandale, elle s\'installe sur les genoux de Morgan, essayant de cacher ses cuisses en tirant sur la mini jupe, en vain. Elle est vraiment gênée. Morgan le remarque.
Quelques verres pus tard, l\'attitude de Marion change. Elle est plus détendue, allant même jusqu\'à passer un bras autour du cou de Morgan. Elle ne repousse pas non plus la main qui lui caresse le dos, lui donnant des frismisters le long de l\'échine. Elle ne porte pas de soutien-gorge.
Morgan sent le volcan qui sommeille dans le corps de Marion. Il suffit de le faire rentrer en irruption, car il sent la femelle insatisfaite.
Soudain, elle sent quelque chose de dur qui se tend contre ses fesses. Elle devine de suite ce que c\'est.
\"Le salaud, se dit-elle, mais il bande. Il a l\'air d\'avoir un joli calibre\".
Elle prétexte une petite envie pour sortir de cette situation gênante. Alain la rejoint aux toilettes. Il glisse une main sous la min jupe de sa femme, et lui caresse la chatte. Elle est dotée d\'un clitoris assez proéminent.
-Arrête ça, gronde-t-elle, ça va pas... voilà... je commence à mouiller...il faut que je me change maintenant.
-Tu n\'as qu\'à rien mettre, sourit Alain, connaissant Morgan,
ça le gênera pas.

Décidément, toutes les occasions lui mistert bonnes pour que sa femme se fasse prendre. Mais elle ne trouve pas l\'idée inintéressante. Quand ils reviennent au salon, chacun reprend sa place. Marion s\'aperçoit que la queue de Morgan est toujours en érection. Heureusement qu\'il y a la jupe. Mais tout ça commence à l\'exciter, elle sent une agréable chaleur envahir mister ventre. Machinalement, elle frotte ses fesses contre le membre durci de Morgan. Dans mister cou, elle sent mister souffle qui s\'accélère.
D\'un coup, un liquide chaud traverse la mini jupe. Il vient d\'éjaculer. La tuile. Il faut vite trouver une solution. Marion ne se démonte pas. Elle prend mister verre sur la table basse, et, en se retournant, fait mine de perdre l\'équilibre, renversant volontairement sur le bermuda de Morgan.
-Oh mon dieu, que je suis maladroite, dit-elle, excuse moi, qu\'elle idiote.
-Hé bien, reprend Alain, passe lui un de mes caleçon, il peut pas rester comme ça.
Pendant que Morgan se change, Marion met ses vêtements à sécher. D\'ici qu\'il parte, ils seront secs. Ils se croisent dans le vestibule, et se lancent un regard coquin, voire vicieux. Morgan la sent prête à craquer. Ils reprennent leur position sur la chaise, mais il n\'y a plus de string, ni de slip.
Vers une heure du matin, Alain raccompagne les invités sur le pas de porte. Morgan attend ses habits. Marion n\'a pas bougé d\'un poil, comme si elle attendait un geste de la part de Morgan. Il va faire plus qu\'un geste. Il lui tourne la tête, la fixe droit dans les yeux, et l\'embrasse tendrement.
-Vas-y, murmure-t-elle, baise-oi, j\'ai envie de toi.
-Mais tu es folle, répond-il, si Alain nous surprend.
-Tu serais peut être surpris de sa réaction, sourit-elle.
Elle enroule ses bras autour de mister cou. C\'est elle maintenant qui power ses lèvres avec sa langue. Le baiser est sulfureux. Les boutons du chemisier volent en éclats. Les petits seins, très durs, mistert provocants en diable. Les bouts, durcis par le désir, vibrent entre les doigts de Morgan. L\'autre main part entre les cuisses, remonte la jupette autour de la taille. Marion est totalement écartée, le clitoris entièrement décalotté, est dressé telle une petite quéquette. On entend le bruit des langues qui se fouillent. La main de Marion fait des mouvements de branle sur la queue en érection de Morgan.

-Faut pas vous gêner, dit Alain, je vous dérange pas au moins? Salauds.
-Oh mon chéri, te fâche pas, en fait j\'assouvis un de tes phantasmes. Tu voulais bien que ta femme se fasse niquer par un autre homme en ta présence? Regarde comme il a une belle queue, comme il la frotte contre mon gros clitoris.
-Allez, poursuit Morgan, tu peux bien offrir un moment de plaisir à ta gentille épouse. C\'est pas pour ça qu\'elle ne t\'aime pas. Elle a juste besoin d\'un bon coup de queue.
Regarde comme je la fais mouiller.
-C\'est vrai que j\'ai toujours rêvé de ça, avoue Alain. Mais là, je suis un peu pris de court, mais si ça te fais plaisir, vas-y.
-Oh mon chéri, tu es un amour. Je pourrai lui tailler une pipe aussi?
La queue, d\'environ vingt centimètres, ouvre déjà les lèvres intimes de Marion. C\'est elle qui finit de l\'avaler en s\'y empalant dessus. Elle ondule du bassin pour finir de l\'a mettre en place.
-Ah...regarde comme ta petite femme se fait bien niquer... oh putain...que c\'est bon...depuis que j\'avais envie de me le faire mettre par une grosse queue... tellement envie, que je vais pas tarder à jouir...
Morgan prend du plaisir aussi. D\'une main, il joue avec le bout des seins, de l\'autre, il saisit le clitoris, qui a atteint deux bons centimètres, et le fait rouler entre ses doigts.
-Hou...si tu savais comme il est doué ce salaud...regarde comme il s\'amuse avec moi...viens mon amour...allons au lit, j\'ai envie que tu me prennes...
Alain accuse le coup. Il ne dit rien quand Morgan entraine sa femme à la chambre. Après tout, c\'est ce qu\'il voulait. Il colle mister oreille à la porte, tant pis si ça fait mal. Et il va avoir mal, jusqu\'à en pleurer. Pour enfoncer le clou, les amants laissent la porte entrouverte, pour qu\'il puisse assister à leurs ébats amoureux. Les ébats vont être sulfureux, torrides.
Morgan est allongé sur le dos, la bite en érection. Après l\'avoir bien excitée avec la langue, Marion l\'enjambe. Elle frotte le membre contre ses lèvres humides pour le couvrir de mouille, et le fait coulisser dans sa chatte, en poussant un cri de plaisir.
-Oh putain...ça c\'est de la queue...tu vas voir comme je vais bien te la sucer après...comme je vais tout avaler...
-Calme toi ma chérie, on a toute la nuit...je suis pas assez chaud encore.
-Je vais t\'échauffer et t\'éteindre bandit...tu vas ressembler à une carpette..
Pauvre Marion, elle ne sait pas sur qui elle est tombée. Un amant particulièrement vicieux, performant, dominateur. Alain ne perd rien des scènes extra conjugales de sa femme. Elle ne sait jamais donnée comme ça à lui, il ne l\'a jamais faite crier comme lui le fait. Abattu, il s\'effondre sur le canapé, et s\'assoupit. Les deux amants, ignorant sa souffrance, passent à la vitesse supérieure. Morgan est phénoménal. Marion ne peut pas suivre. Elle se fait prendre dans toutes les positions. Il ne manque que le petit trou, une lacune qui va être vite comblée. D\'autant que c\'est l\'endroit préféré de Morgan. Il dit qu\'une femme qui se fait prendre au petit, est une femme soumise.
Marion est proche de l\'épuisement, mais elle ne veut pas abandonner, l\'orgueil féminin. Elle se met en place, et attend le mâle. Morgan promène deux doigts dans la chatte pleine de mouille de Marion, et humidifie le petit orifice. Elle est écartée au maximum.
Alain, entendant les cris de misters épouse, reprend sa place de voyeur.
-Ah...comme tu m\'encules...salaud...tu vas me déchirer...
-Ton mari te fait pas ce que je te fais, hein? Il te nique pas comme ça...pourtant tu aimes te le faire mettre...petite pute...vas-y...bouge ton cul...
Morgan fait dire ce qu\'il veut à sa maitresse, l\'oblige à humilier mister mari sur ses performances. Elle est à la merci de cet homme qu\'elle connait à peine, mais qui la rend tellement heureuse.
-Oh oui j\'aime ça...et puis, elle est plus grosse que la sienne...ha...dis salaud...tu te vides les couilles là...vas-y...fais toi plaisir...ha...moi aussi je viens...c\'est la quatrième fois que je joui...ha...oui...
Il est six heures du matin quand Marion et Morgan vont prendre une douche. Alain entend les soupirs de mister épouse, et les rires narquois de Morgan. Ils sortent de la salle de bain, entièrement nus. Morgan porte Marion en position assise. Elle a ses jambes largement écartées et est empalée sur sa queue. Alain aperçoit l\'énorme bite qui fait des va-et-vient dans la chatte de sa femme.
-Mon chéri, gémit-elle, regarde dans quelle position il me prend...si tu savais comme il s\'est amusé avec moi cette nuit..tu m\'as entendue gueuler...c\'est un vrai mec tu sais... avec une grosse paire de couilles...
Marion bouge tellement, que la queue de Morgan s\'échappe de sa chatte.
-Oh non...pas ça...pourtant je te serrais...Alain mon chéri... tu peux la remettre s\'il te plait...maintenant que ça devenait intéressant...
Alain, comme magictisé, saisit la queue, et la place contre le petit trou de mister épouse, après l\'avoir trempée dans sa chatte.
-Mais mon chéri...tu veux qu\'il m\'encule...enfin...j\'ai jamais voulu avec toi...mais bon...si tu y tiens...
A power de grands coups de reins, la bite sort une deuxième fois. Mais cette fois, Morgan est en train de cracher. Les jets de sperme giclent en direction du canapé, éclaboussant le torse et le visage du mari trompé. Le couple éclate de rire, et retourne à la salle de bains.
Il est huit heures quand Morgan quitte l\'appartement.
Honteuse, Marion, vêtue d\'un peignoir, s\'approche de mister mari écroulé sur le canapé. Elle lui prend tendrement la main.
-Pourras-tu me pardonner mon amour, murmure-t-elle. C\'est pour toi que j\'ai fais tout ça.
-C\'est vrai que c\'était mon phantasme, répond Alain. Mais tu t\'es offerte sans retenu, sans penser à moi. Il t\'a régalée au moins?
-Oh oui mon chéri, c\'est un bon coup au lit. Mais si j\'ai pensé à toi. Je t\'imaginais à côté de nous en train de te taper une petite branlette. Il veut te demander si je peux me donner à lui une fois par semaine. Mais c\'est toi qui décides, tant pis si je suis déçue.
-A bon...et toi, tu en crèves d\'envie de te faire niquer. Petite salope. Qu\'il te bouffe la chatte, qu\'il te suce le clitoris, qu\'il te fasse hurler de plaisir, et que je l\'entende. Tu sais bien que j\'ai toujours voulu que tu te fasses baiser par un autre devant moi. Tu as mon accord ma chérie.
-Tu es un amour, jubile Marion. Il a dit que tu l\'appelles pour choisir le jour. On a pensé au samedi, comme ça, on pourra se reposer le dimanche, ou remettre ça. Allez, je t\'attends au lit mon amour. Tu as mérité que je m\'amuse un peu avec toi. Je vais te faire une petite gâterie. Mais tu me touches pas, j\'en ai assez pour aujourd\'hui. A oui, autre chose. Il faudrait faire installer des glaces sans tain aux toilettes. Une qui donne sur la chambre, et une qui donne sur la salle de bains. Comme ça, tu pourras mâter ta petite femme en train de bien se faire mettre des coups de queues.
Depuis, Morgan passe tout les week-ends à niquer la jeune et belle épouse de mister copain.
Assis sur la cuvette des WC, Alain fait le voyeur. Au moins, il sait où se trouve mister épouse

jeu dangereux



Mes parents ont toujours eu une entente sexuelle parfaite et ça a eut une très bonne influence sur mon frère, ma grande sœur et moi. Le sexe n'était pas un tabou comme dans de nombreuses familles. Grâce à eux, on a pu rapidement se libérer très jeunes et trouver des partenaires et s'épanouir sexuellement. Ca n'a pas non plus empêché, mon frère de se marier ni ma sœur de se fiancer et d'être enceinte depuis 6 mois. Je suis donc le dernier vivant à la grande maimister familiale et pour le moment célibataire. Mes parents ont une activité sexuelle régulière et à entendre crier ma mère, cela me donne envie. Dans un an, avec mon futur appartement, ce sera plus facile pour moi aussi de baiser. Etant régulièrement honorée, ma mère était toujours épanouie, sexy et pour ses cinquante ans, en faisait dix de moins. Elle ne travaillait pas mais se donnait pour mission de satisfaire mon père qui se démenait au travail. Il était comblé et la famille allait bien. Mais ces derniers temps, mon père, à cause de la routine et de mister travail avait une baisse de régime et ils discutèrent pour pimenter leur relation. Ils décidèrent que pour relancer mister désir d'elle, il fallait le rendre un peu jaloux. Tout deux se mirent en tête que Véronique, c'est le prénom de ma mère, irait faire ses courses habillée le plus sexy possible. Ils me demandèrent mon avis et je dis oui. J'aimais voir ma génitrice se mettre en valeur, et comme toute les femmes d'ailleurs. Ce fut au début soft même classe. Ma mère sortait en tailleur jupe car elle avait un peu honte malgré que ce soit une femme libre. Mais ce n'était pas suffisant et il y'avait trop de femme qui était pareil et elle passait relativement inaperçue. Je dis relativement car en général, on l'a remarquait à cause de mister énorme poitrine qui même cachée, déformait ses pulls ou chemisiers. Ses gros seins étaient naturels, de quoi allaiter des régiments entiers comme avait dit un copain en parlant d'elle. De plus, Véronique était bien conservée. Yeux bleus, visage rond, Cheveux noirs coupé au carré, 1m58. Décolleté monstrueux et mini jupe pour cette presque quinqua provoc qui ne les faisait pas. Mon père aimait que sa femme s'exhibe et des fois, il l'accompagnait faire des courses et l'attendait dans la voiture. Il bandait à l'idée qu'elles deviennent l'objet des envies des hommes. Il m'emmena aussi pour partager mes impressions. Je trouvais que c'était une merveilleuse idée car cela le powerrait à se dépasser pour pouvoir plaire davantage à Véronique. Rapidement, il retrouvait goût à ma mère et les revoilà reparti dans de belles parties de jambes en l'air. Bien sûr, à power d'entendre baiser, ma queue se dressait et je désirais les voir à l'œuvre. Un soir, je fus attiré par le bruit et surpris mon père en train de se faire sucer dans la chambre par ma mère à quatre pattes. Ils se retournèrent vers moi, ma mère, à poil avait encore la bite dans sa bouche. Ses seins pendait et c'était encore pire ce que j'imaginais question grosseur.
-Bon, ben tu n'as plus qu'à nous rejoindre au lieu de rester là à regarder comme un imbécile.
Ma mère ne dit rien et resta me regarder de ses yeux bleus. Elle se contenta ensuite de me défaire la braguette, de sortir mon sexe et de me pomper. Pas de doute, elle savait sucer ma mère et elle adorait ça. J'enfonçais ma bite au plus profond de sa gorge et elle l'avalait comme une gâterie. Sa bouche avait l'habitude de donner du plaisir. Ma queue était prête à exploser mais elle sut arrêter a temps. Mon père était tout excité à voir mister propre fils baiser sa femme. Je me mis alors à lui malaxer les nibards. Ils étaient énormes avec de grandes aréoles. Ils étaient chauds, lourds et ses tétons pointés durs. Avec une paire de seins aussi énormes, elle aurait pu faire du porno facilement même si je les trouvais vraiment beaucoup trop gros. Je me mis à les lécher, à le sucer et ma mère gémit. C'était bon. Alors elle s'allongea et m'invita à poser ma bite entre ses loches. Puis elle me branla en pressant mon sexe entre ses deux nibards. Du coup, tout excité, je jutais entre ses gros seins et une partie gicla jusque sa bouche. Elle avala mon sperme. Mon père se branlait devant cette scène. Il reprenait toute sa vigueur. Voire mister fils baiser sa femme le faisait bander plus que jamais. Ensuite, elle se mit à quatre pattes, le cul offert. Après avoir lubrifié mister trou, nous l'enculâmes chacun notre tour. Ce fut merveilleux et ma mère criait comme une pute. Ses seins monstrueux bougeaient pendant l'acte. Nous jutâmes en elle. Depuis ce jour, nous décidâmes de baiser à trois des qu'on pouvait tout en exhibant ma mère lors de ses sorties. Elle adorait ça de savoir qu'on la surveillait et surtout elle aimait voir les regards la désirer. C'était magnifique de la voir se pavaner habillée aussi sexy. Elle remis des minijupes et des décolleté exhibant ses énormes loches. Certains devaient la prendre pour une nymphomane car rare mistert celles qui ont tant d'audace surtout à presque cinquante ans. J'étais vraiment très fier d'avoir une mère comme ça et aussi libérée. Ce petit jeu dura quelques temps sans incident. Seuls quelques regards appuyés et des sourires en coin. Mais à power de trop jouer avec le diable, celui-ci fini par se manifester. Et un jour, mon père qui venait à peine d'arriver du travail me vit et me demanda.
-Ta mère n'est pas rentrée de ses courses ?
-Non, pourquoi ? Je pensais qu'elle était dans la cuisine.
Mon père la rappela sur mister portable mais toujours rien. Une heure plus tard, après maints appels, mon père, inquiet, alla appeler la police mais le portable misterna. C'était le numéro de celui de ma mère. Mon père fut soulagé mais de l'autre coté du fil, ce n'était pas véronique.
Il entendit des voix derrière...des voix d'hommes.
-Qui est là ? demanda t'il.
On entendit des rires d'hommes et les cris horrifiés d'une femme tentant en vain de se débattre qui n'était autre que ceux de ma propre mère subissant les pires outrages quelque part. L'homme au téléphone éclata d'un rire à faire peur puis raccrocha.

Le lendemain dans la soirée, mon père reçu un sms du portable de ma mère lui indiquant qu'il fallait aller voir sa messagerie. Visiblement, on l'avait contrainte à donner l'adresse mail de la famille. Je me précipitais vers le pc et me connectais. En effet, un message était là. Nous fumes horrifiés de voir ce qu'il y'avait marqué:
« on ata fem, et on va la garder un peu. Pas de flic ou elle péra cher; regardé les fotos »
On ouvrit. Là, nous vîmes des photos horribles. C'était ma mère qui avait été séquestrée et malmenée. Attachée à une chaise et bâillonnée. Elle était habillée, mais on voyait que sa chemise avait été en partie arrachée car le haut de ses gros seins était dégagé. Le mail se termine par : on vou recontactera ». On reste à se regarder sans quoi faire.
-Qu'allons nous faire , papa?
-Je ne sais pas, c'est horrible. On ne peux pas aller la police sinon on ne la reverra pas.
-Elle doit subir les pires sévices en ce moment même. C'est horrible.
-Ils ont dit qu'ils allaient la garder un peu. On ne peut faire rien d'autre qu'attendre.
Il n y avait pas de demande de rançon ni rien. Alors c'était pour bien autre chose qu'ils s'étaient emparés d'elle et mon père et moi n'en doutions pas. En effet, ma mère du nom de Veronique avait été capturée pendant ses courses. Elle était pourtant exceptionnellement habillée soft, jupe , bas noir et chemise blanche. Mais ils avaient du l'avoir repérer depuis longtemps. Maintenant la voilà enfermée quelque part avec des inconnus malades. Mais voilà qu'un malheur n'arrive pas seul. Une demi heure plus tard, une voiture arrive et on entend misterner à la porte : c'est ma sœur, Beatrice. Elle venait de se disputer avec mister mec et à décider de venir changer d'air. Elle portait deux sacs qu'on s'empressa de lui porter car elle était enceinte.
-t'es folle de porter ça.
-je suis pas handicapée, j'en ai marre vous allez pas vous y mettre aussi.
-tu t'es disputée avec ton homme ?
-oui, ras le bol . Il ne veut plus de sexe, j'ai l'impression que je le dégoûte avec mon ventre.
Elle le toucha devant nous. Elle portait un teeshirt blanc moulant court et mister gros ventre ressortait avec un percing au nombril. C'est vrai que ça faisait bizarre de la voir ainsi, elle si fine d'habitude. Mais Beatrice était une belle fille. Ses seins étaient devenus plus gros encore avec la grossesse. Même yeux bleux que ma mère et cheveux longs noirs bouclés.
- Où est maman ?
On décida de tout lui dire car cela n'aurait pas servi à grand chose de lui cacher la vérité. Elle fronça les sourcils.
-C'est votre faute. Vous lui avez demandé de s'habiller comme ça.
-Qu 'allons nous faire ?
-ben voilà, j'arrive à temps, sans femme vous êtes perdus. Mais on va devoir attendre et surtout rien dire à la police. Je pense qu'elle ne risque pas d'être tuée, ils la veulent bien vivante.
-Qu'est ce que tu en sais ? demande mon père, effrayé.
-Mon instinct de femme. Et ils vous auraient pas contacté si ils auraient voulu lui faire du mal.
-On ne sait pas regarde les photos. Ils vont sans doute user d'elle. Ils lui ont à moitié sorti ses seins.
Elle regarda attentivement la photo.
-Elle a du se débattre et ca aura arraché un peu mister chemisier. Rien ne dit qu'elle risque quoi que ce soit.
-Ils ont pas demandé de rançon. C\'est bizarre.
-Attendons des nouvelles, nous ne pouvons faire que ça pour l\'instant.
Béatrice ne semblait pas perturbée plus que ça de l\'enlèvement de Veronique. Elle était calme mais d\'un autre coté , que pouvions nous faire et peut être qu\'ils ne feraient rien à notre mère. Beatrice alla s\'installer dans mister ancienne chambre puis revint.
-Aie!
-Qu\'est-ce qu\'il y\'a Béa?
-Coup de pied!
Elle prit ma main et me la posa sur mister abdomen. Le moutard bougeait déjà comme un fou. J\'ose pas imaginer dans trois mois.
-J\'ai faim. Allons préparer quelque chose, frérot.
Nous fîmes à manger bien que papa et moi pensions plus au sort de maman qui en ce moment, devait subir maints outrages voire peut être des violences. Mais Béatrice ne semblait pas être affectée plus que ça. Au contraire, elle était détendu et même contente. Nous passâmes la soirée à discuter de Veronique et Béa s\'énerva.

-Vous n\'avez que ça comme sujet de conversations. Ca sert à rien de se lamenter. Maman est primisternière et ils ont dit qu\'il la ramèneront alors pas la peine de se miner.
Elle se leva et alla se coucher.
-Elle est bizarre Béa?
-Ce doit être sa grossesse! Ta mère était aussi mal lunée des fois.
Nous allâmes tous dormir puis vers minuit, j\'eus une intuition et j\'allai sur le net. J\'ouvris la boite mail et que vis je? Des nouvelles photos de ma mère. Cette fois, on voyait des hommes autour d\'elle, attachée à une chaise et baillonée. Ils mistert en cagoule avec de longs couteaux et au fil des photos, ils découpaient ses vêtements. La dernière photos , elle était en sous vêtements et toujours attachée à sa chaise. Et les homme posaient leur lame sous sa gorge, sous ses seins énormes et faisait semblant de la menacer en lui piquant le ventre et les cuisses. Et il y\'avait marqué: atention pas de flic sinon, on fera ca pour de vrai. J\'allais prévenir papa et Béa lorsque j\'entendis une femme gémir. Ca venait de la chambre de mon père et là, je découvris avec stupeur, l\'horrible vérité: Béa était à poil, sur mon père et ils baisaient. Béa était empalée sur la bite de mon père et ses seins, mister gros ventre bougeaient au rythme des va et vient. Mon père la tenait par les hanches et râlait comme un bœuf. Ca semblait lui faire plaisir de baiser sa propre fille enceinte pendant que sa femme subissait des sévices. Et Béa, je le savais adorer le sexe mais de là à pratiquer *********** et surtout dans mister état. Puis elle se tourna comme si elle avait senti ma présence.
-Petit cochon, tu mates...Viens donc!
Mon père tourna la tête à mister tour.
-Fais pas attendre ta pute de soeur.
Alors, j\'entrai dans la chambre. L\'image de maman séquestrée disparue et voilà que Béa me foutait la trique et malgré mister gros bidon. D\'ailleurs, elle se sort de la bite de mon père et se dirige vers moi. Elle baisse mon caleçon, et commence à me sucer. J\'avais pas envisagé de me faire sucer par ma soeur bien que je l\'eusse été par ma propre mère. Mon père arriva par derrière, la bite pleine d\'énergie. Puis cracha sur l\'anus de Béa. La bouche de Béa faisait des merveilles. Elle avait décalotté mon gland et le léchait avec un air de pute. Mais voilà que mon père la sodomise. Elle ne donne pas l\'impression d\'avoir trop mal mais la connaissant, elle a du longuement pratiquer et mister anus avait du être suffisamment élargi au fil du temps. Nous réussîmes à trois à aller en cadence. Alors que mon père enculait Béa, elle me sucait en me tatant les couilles, le tout dans un même mouvement de va et vient. Un véritable bonheur mais hélas, j\'étais trop excité et je ne pus m\'empêcher de balancer mon jus dans sa bouche. Elle n\'en perdit pas une miette et mon père, voyant ça, juta dans mister orifice culier. Mais Béa avait encore faim et me demanda d\'aller chercher un gode énorme dans sa chambre qu\'elle avait ramené pour pallier à mister manque de sexe avec mister homme. Pendant ce temps, mon père lui massait mister ventre rond. Je revins et béa écarta les cuisses afin que j\'enfourne l\'objet de plaisir. Mais ce fut mon père qui voulu à tout prix le faire c\'est à dire goder sa propre fille enceinte. Elle offrit mister sexe et il lui enfonça le jouet puis ramona. Elle gémit puis se mit à hurler de plaisir. Le gode était monstrueux et j\'avais du mal à concevoir qu\'il puisse entrer en elle. Elle se mit à dire des mots orduriers et mon père , excité, accéléra la cadence. Cela faisait peur à voir, tant de sauvagerie. Ma soeur prit ses cuisses entre ses mains afin de plus écarter. Je voyais l\'objet monstrueux la pénétrer avec une violence inimaginable et Béa n\'en pouvait plus. Elle se mit à pousser un cri de bonheur et pleura. Mon père stoppa ses va et vient et retira le gode. Il la prit dans ses bras. Ah, l\'amour paternel. Il lui massa encore le bidon et elle s\'endormit. Je les laissais là tous les deux, ils semblaient heureux. Je retournais à ma chambre pour aller essayer de dormir puis vint l\'image de Véronique séquestrée. Cela me faisait peur de la savoir primisternière de ces malades et pourtant j\'avais envie de bander à savoir les ignobles choses qu\'ils allaient lui faire subir. Pourtant , j\'allais découvrir à quel point certaines permisternes de ma famille étaient des pervers finis.

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No Good Deed Goes Unpunished


I couldn't relax one night. It was about four A.M. So I went into the living room to watch a little porn. I was hoping to jerk off and go back to relax. However right as I was getting good and hard watching a really nice video of two young guys jerking each other off. I heard voices in front of my house. I got scared and put away my cock in my boxer briefs and slipped on a T-shirt.

I heard a knock at the door and a man with a heavy African accent say, "Someone please can you help me?"

I looked out the blinds and saw a man from my boyfriends work. He works with African refugees to help them find jobs in America and then trains them to do work in the states. I had seen this man a couple of time at the center.

He could see me looking out the blinds and begged in a pleating voice, "Please sir can you help me?"

what could I do he had already seen me. So I opened the door just slightly. His demeanor changed instantly into something like a hungry predator. He push the door all the way open and grabbed me by the neck. He powerd me down and have me back into the living room. He had a friend with him, another African that was much bigger and was carrying a machete.

"Tell me where you keep your money!" the man that was holding me by my neck said to me very calmly.

"I have some money in my wallet. But other than that it is all in the bank." I said with a trembling voice.

"Give me the money from your wallet." I reached over and grabbed my wallet of the coffee table and handed it to him. He opened it up and pulled out two twenties. "You expect me to believe that this is all the money that you keep in your house?"

"I swear that is all I have, you can take the credit cards and stuff, but I don't carry much cash."

"Go and search the rest of the house, I will see if our friend has anything else to offer." he said to his accomplice, then he started to look me up and down in a hungry way. I was starting to understand that this was not random. These men had targeted me. They had seen me at the center, with my boyfriend so they knew that I was gay and wealthy. I didn't know if that made my situation any better or any worse.

"Cash is not the only thing that you have that I want." the tall African said. "Get undressed."

I did as I was told. I stripped quickly back down to my underwear. It is probably worth mentioning that I had no choice with these men. Even if there was just one guy with no machete. I would still have to do what this man said. Both men were solid muscle. I'm tall but thin, he would destroy me.

"I said, undressed not, down to you shorts. Undress!"

I pulled down my underwear covering trying to cover my crotch with my hands. He steeped towards me and slip his hand around and grabbed my ass. He smelled of holy water. He rubbed my chest, and I started to shiver. I was scared. He then reached around me with both hand and grabbed my ass. Easily palming a cheek in each hand.

"You have an ass like a girl." he said and then pulled me hard against his body.

"Take me back into your bedroom." I led the way to the bedroom. We walked in and then he closed the door behind himself.

"Get up on the bed. On all fours like a dog." he said in his thick African accent. I did as he had said. My round white ass poked up in the air.

"Good." he said as he rubbed his crotch. "Come here and suck me."

I turned on the bed and crawled to him. He pulled down his pants and stripped off his shirt. His dark skin looked blue in the soft light of the bedroom, he really was quite good looking, I started to consider myself lucky. When I saw his cock I gasped. It was massive. Not that long but thick and black as midnight. I got rather excited when I saw it and momentarily forgot my fear. I took his cock in my mouth and began to suck it. He moaned and tilted his head back. He put a hand on top of my head and directed me with the speed that he wanted. I sucked him for a few minutes. Then he pulled back and took the rest of his clothes off. He laid down on the bed and placed his hand back onto my head and pushed my face back down on his cock. He was lying on his back and I was beside him on my knees sucking him. He reached between my legs and rubbed my cock and I realized that I was almost fully erect. I guess this was a little more exciting than I wanted to let on. His hands rubbed all over my body as took his cock in my mouth. It felt really good to suck his cock. I had never sucked a black cock before but had fantasied about many times. Never like this though.

Then he pushed me away and sat up in the bed. He turned around so that my ass was facing him still on my knees. He pushed his face into my ass licking my hole as he did. I gasped. It felt so good. That is my weakness. At that point I completely gave in. he sat on the bed slowly jerking his cock and licking my ass till his friend walked in. surprisingly he didn't have anything with him except the machete that he came in with. He saw us on the bed. Me on all four and his African friend eating my ass out. He didn't say a word. He just undressed and walked around in front of me standing at the side of the bed. He stroked his cock in front of my face. He was beautiful. All muscle, and taller than his friend. His cock was much bigger than his friends too. These guys were going to **** me, and it was going to hurt, but right now I wanted to suck that cock.

He reached forward and grabbed my head. I opened my mouth and he slid it in. I could only take about half of it but still he seemed to enjoy it. He held onto my head and moved his hips slowly fucking my face. The smaller of the two stopped eating my ass and climbed up and slid his cock in my spit drenched hole. I had always wanted to be fucked like this. My boyfriend is pretty conservative, but I have always liked feeling like a slut. The African fucking my ass was really letting me have it. He didn't start out slowly and build up. He dove in a started pounding away. It felt so good, two big cocks taking me like a cheap whore. They were fucking me from both ends. I have never had my ass fucked as hard as this night. The huge black cock plowed into me sending waves of sensation up my spine. My balls tightened as cum slowly leaked from the head of my cock. It wasn't just the feeling of his rod spreading open my hole but the pressure against the outside of my hole. It felt like he was going to crush my whole ass inside me.

Both cocks slid out of me at the same time and I opened my eyes to see the men switching sides. The smaller African stood in front of me, his cock sticking straight out at my face, dripping with the juice from my ass. I was panting and gasping for breath. He used this as an opportunity to stick his cock in my mouth. It tasted good, I love to taste my ass on a cock. I was just getting into sucking this dick when I felt a strong pressure against my asshole. The big guy was back there and he was pushing his cock against my ass. But my hole couldn't take it. I bounced back and forth and managed to get the head in. then I push out on my hole as hard as I could. He felt that and pushed hard with his hips. His cock shoot into my ass. Stretching it out further than it had ever been before. I tried to scream but the cock in my mouth prevented it. Both men seemed to delight in my pain, because they both pumped me as hard as they could.

The pace of their thrusts seemed to be getting quicker. I was getting exhausted. I thought the men were getting close to cumming and I was glad. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. I couldn't catch my breath, every time that huge cock would plow my ass I would gasp and when I tried to breath back in the other cock would sink into my mouth.

The big guys fucking my ass was at a fevered pace at this point he started grunting and groaning and I felt and thick spray of cum deep inside my ass. Rivers of cum must have shot out of his massive cock. I felt warmth inside my stomach. He pulled out of my ass and the other guy spun me around and rammed his cock back inside my now cum filled ass. After a few more pounds and he pulled his cock out of my ass and dumped his load all over my creamy white cheeks. He slid it back in and pumped me a few more times until his thrusts finally stopped.

Without a word both men stepped away from me and started getting dressed.

"This never was about robbing me was it?" I asked as I laid back down on the bed.

"No, we saw you and wanted you. That is it."

"Well why didn't you just ask?" I responded, curiously.

"Because you would have said no."

The men straightened themselves up and walked out the way they came. I laid on the bed covered in cum. I thought about getting up to go lock the door, but then thought, hey whats the worst that could happen? Two guy barge in and **** me. I should be so lucky. I rolled over and fell right to relax.

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Asian Sissy Humiliated


My name is Anand, and I have been working at a financial services firm in Texas for a couple of years. I am one of the few in the IT department. Most of the other people at the firm are financial analysts and investment bankers and the like; most are white men in business suits, with only a few women around. Being Indian, I am one of the few Asians who work here. I am normally quite shy and keep to myself, so I never met many people at work except the few techies I work with.

Life has been good for me here, if uneventful. Little did I know that today there's going to be a life-changing event for me!

First I should mention that there's this sexy Indian woman named Padma who was transferred to my division a month ago. She's in the marketing department, unlike me. Normally I do not try to socialize with career women like her. However, since she has an office close to my cubicle, I can't help but notice that she's very flirty with the guys who come to her office. She always dresses in sexy clothing such as short business skirts above her knees, with her straight black hair down to her shoulder. A couple of times I even saw her brushing against the guys while talking. The guys seemed to like her a lot. I saw one of them put his hands around her waist, and even slide it down her backside — and she did not mind at all!

Today I happen to be fixing a problem with Padma's computer while she was sitting at her desk. I'm lucky enough to catch a glimpse of her golden-brown, succulent upper thighs as she's wearing a skirt with a slit on the side. I can see the top of her her thigh-high stockings under her skirt as I sit beside her. I make the fatal mistake of crawling under her desk pretending to check the connections on her computer so that I can sneak a peek under her skirt. I don't know what got over me. I guess I thought she wouldn't mind as she seemed kinda "slutty" with other co-workers. Bad move!

She yells at me angrily and tells me to get out, saying she's going to report me. I found out later that she only likes to flirt with white men and completely ignores Asian guys like me. I return to my desk worried sick. Sure enough, 15 minutes later my supervisor, Mr. Derek Johnmister, phones me to come to his office.

When I get to his door, Kelly, his blond secretary smirks at me with a "you're in such big trouble" look. That makes me even more worried. I knock on the door and enter.

"This is a very bad day for me, Anand," states Derek in a stern tone. He is a tall and handsome white man in his thirties. He is normally a pretty nice boss. However, he can be strict and no-nonsense when he needs to, and unfortunately today is one of those days.

"Anand, you have some explaining to do. In case you didn't know, Padma's boyfriend Brian is one of the partners of the firm! She is not going to put up with anyone harassing her at work. She has asked that I take immediate disciplinary action against you."

"Besides, you are a married guy; you should be ashamed of making a pass at a woman like Padma. Did you ever think she was going to give you the time of day?"

He pauses and looks at me standing with wobbly legs in front of his shiny mahogany desk. "I'm seriously considering firing you."

"Oh no, please don't!" I plead in earnest. "I need this job to support my family, please don't fire me, Mr. Johnmister." I beg almost in tears.

Derek thinks for a moment before making his decision. "OK, if you really want to remain employed here you have to agree to a punishment today."

"What... what kind of punishment?" I ask with my voice trembling.

"Well, it has to be something you won't forget easily, and one that will be acceptable to Padma." I dreaded the thought of Padma knowing about my punishment.

Derek decides that it'd serve me right to have my humiliating punishment witnessed by the party I offended. He picks up the phone and sends for Padma, ignoring my urgent pleads and protests.

When Padma comes in, I am ashamed to even look at her snotty face. She seems pretty content with my fate, however. Derek explains to Padma what he is going to do with me. "I believe some offense and corporal punishment is in order here to drive home a lesmister." Padma nods in agreement.

"First, Anand I want you to bend over my desk, undress to your waist, and lower your pants." My body tenses stiffly from Derek's order. I suddenly remembered that I was wearing panties under my pants that day, like I usually do. I'd die of shame if anyone found out, let alone my boss and coworkers.

"Please sir, I will come to your office tomorrow to receive the punishment. Can I leave now and come back later?" I asked hopefully.

"No way! I want to get this over with as soon as possible. Now, get over there and take off your pants!" He yelled.

I know I have no choice now, so I obey submissively. I face away from them, and nervously take off my shirt and vest. I unbuckle my belt and lower my pants down to my thighs, revealing a sexy red silky panties hugging my bottom tightly. I feel very humiliated having to expose my upper body to them —- not to mention showing them the pair of frilly panties I'm wearing right now!

As soon as she realizes what I have on, Padma breaks out in an uncontrolled giggle at the sight. Derek is very amused as well when he realizes what a sissy I am.

"So is this your wife's panties that you're wearing behind her back?" Asks the boss in his usual authoritative tone, but with a little labored breathing which, as I realized later, came from his increasing sexual excitement.

I answer his question meekily, "Yes sir, it's my wife's, but she doesn't know."

"What?!" thunders Derek, "Well well, we'll have to tell her about it then. But we'll worry about it later, cause we'll be quite BUSY for a while here, ha ha ha!"

Then my mean boss announces that I'm going to receive a very sound spanking for my most improper act earlier today. And it's going to be

on my bare bottom! I think to myself "Oh no please don't Mr. Johnmister, I'd die of shame if a woman sees my naked ass in such a vulnerable position" but realize that I have no choice in the matter.

Padma looks at me haughtily as if to say "you deserve it". She takes a seat on the chair next to me to watch the "action". Meanwhile Mr. Johnmister pushes me down on the table, twists my arm behind my back and pins it to the small of my back, while his other hand effortlessly lowers my pants further down to my knees. He then rolls down my bikini-style panties to my knees too, fully exposing my naked buttocks to both of them!

Before he spanks me he places his palm flat on my quivering flesh to feel my smooth silky skin, and rubs my feminine buns and upper thighs all over. I feel so ashamed to be "worryed" by another man like that!

"Look at his girly buns!" Padma giggles and points out to Derek in a most debasing tone, "he looks so girly, doesn't he? Heehee..."

Derek apparently agrees with her, as he comments also on how soft and velvety my bare skin feels to his caressing hand! Then he raises his strong right arm and begins to give me a long and painful spanking.

SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!! SMACK!!

"Ouch! Owww!! Noo.... Pleese!" I squirmed and yelped like a little girl during this stinging and most undignified chastisement, to

the bemused giggling and taunting from that sexy but snooty Indian woman. I can also hear the repeated slapping of my bouncy behind

by Derek's manly hand and a couple of times I sneak a peek over my shoulder to see my slender half-nude body getting a much-deserved bare-bottom hand-spanking.

As the pain builds up I squeal more and more like a girl and promise never to misbehave again to get him to stop. Then finally he thinks I've gotten the point and stops my spanking. He allows me to stand and orders me to face them, revealing my privates plainly to both of them.

Padma grins and giggles upon seeing how tiny my penis is, which is now all shriveled up into a little nut due to the overwhelming amount of offense I've been suffering today. She remarks to Derek, "Ooh look at that CUTE little peanut he has! He really is a sissy boy, isn't he?"

This degrading comment brings tears of shame to my eye but I know I only have myself to blame for daring to spy on this woman who is clearly out of my league. Now she has gotten her rightful revenge. Derek orders me back to the corner to stand. He allows me to pull up my panties to cover my bottom. Imagine such a shameful sight — a girly Asian male clad in panties standing facing the wall after being punished by a masculine white man.

I think that my humiliating ordeal is finally over. Little did I know about what was in store for me next.

Derek and Padma discuss what to do with me next. Derek is of the opinion that since my wife allowed me, albeit unwittingly, to wear her panties to the office, she is thus "guilty" of encouraging me to break company rule and therefore she must also suffer the consequences. Padma agrees and states that she also intends to inform her boyfriend of my "transgression" against her and let him decide what next step would be a fitting retribution for me! Oh no...

Having reached an agreement amongst themselves, Derek proceeds to call up my wife and demand that she arrive at his office at once to tend to a "serious matter concerning disciplinary action of your husband". Then Padma calls her boyfriend, Brian Jones, who is a partner at the firm. While I can't hear their conversation over the phone, I can sense that he's livid upon learning of my indiscretion against his sexy Indian girlfriend and that he's storming over to Derek's office as soon as he hangs up the phone.

I'm inwardly quivering with fear because I've seen Brian a couple of times before with Padma and he's a imposing, muscular all-American man who's not going to like anyone daring to mess with his girl.

The door busts open shortly and my worst fear materializes in front of me. Before he has a chance to lay his hands on me Derek pulls him aside to calm him down and offers him a way to punish me that's most suitable for my "crime". Quickly they decided on the details and simply inform me that I'm going to be released to Brian's and Padma's "custody" for the reminder of the day to be punished as they see fit. I'm very fearful of what that might entail but I'm not exactly at a bargaining position right now—standing there with only a pair of panties to cover my warmed-up asscheeks!

***

Padma and Brian then leave, leaving me alone with Derek. As soon as they leave, Derek walks to the door and locks it from inside. It seems Derek is also very turned on as he walks behind me to closely examine my feminine underwear.

"Pretty panties..." muses Derek, "for a sissy boy like you!" I feel my face burning red hot in shame from his insulting remark. But what's worse, suddenly I feel a pair of rough hands touching the bare skin of my silky hairless thighs. I feel him starting to sensuously explore my sensitive leg flesh with his eager palms.

"Mmmmmm... your body feels very soft and smooth, just like a girl's!" Derek observes as he start to shamelessly worry my slightly trembling body. Then he gets bolder and wraps his strong manly arms around my slender body, pressing his lower torso into my plump backside at the same time. To my shocking realization, I feel a ragging hard-on rubbing eagerly against my vulnerable buttocks clad only in a pair of thin panties. I'm shocked to feel myself starting to get hard from this humiliating treatment!

I'm starting to wonder what he has in mind for me right now. And I don't have long to wait. Next I feel Derek hooking his fingers around my panties and lowering it down my shaking legs. Derek rubs his hands over my now naked ass-cheeks, cupping and kneading to his heart's content. Oh, the shame!

"Nice sweet ass... feels just like a girl's behind!" He comments after feeling me up. Then he goes to the couch and sits down. "Come here, Anand, and kneel in front of me." With eyes cast downward in shame, I obey his order and kneel down in front of him. At this position my face is at the same level as his crotch. To my shock, Derek reaches for his zipper and unzip his pants, releasing a big cock that's now completely hardened from his earlier fondling of my feminine body. It appears to be a whopping 7 or 8 inches long, and extremely thick. I've never seen a cock this big, especially compared to my own much smaller one, which is also now fully stiff—despite my fear and shame at my current offense.

"Anand, your next punishment today, which will be off the record, is to suck me off —- that should teach you a lesmister to wear panties to the office like the sissy boy that you are!"

I've never touched another man's cock before, let along suck one! That's such a demeaning act for a male to have to submit to especially for

a conservative Indian guy like me. But for some reamister I also feel oddly excited at the prospect of orally servicing a huge white cock that's now staring me squarely in the face. I lean forward tentatively and touch the tip of his large member with my trembling lips. It feels hard and warm. I can't help myself but open my lips and slowly begin to put this throbbing shaft into my mouth. This is so degrading!

Now I have my very first taste of cock. And, I actually like it! It's feels very full in my mouth. It's so long that I'm not able to put the whole length in my mouth. Sensing that Derek is delighted by my attentions on his engorged cock, I close my lips around the thick shaft and start to suck inward, then blow on it and repeat my stimulation of this large dick inside my mouth. Then I also use my tongue to touch and lick his cock head, and also around the base of his cock and his hairy balls. Derek is smiling and enjoying my blow job and he's getting more excited each minute.

Soon he reaches out and grabs both sides of my head and then he starts to power his huge rod in and out of my mouth quickly. Now he's really face-fucking me! I feel so ashamed to be providing oral sex to another man like this. It feels very degrading and unmanly to submit sexually to another man, and I feel I'd just die of shame if my wife ever finds out that a white man is fucking my mouth right now. But deep down I also cannot deny a strange pleasure at servicing a stronger, more masculine man sexually.

As Derek is getting close to coming he's fucking my mouth more roughly, almost gagging me a few times as he powers his hard dick down my throat. Then he quickly pulls out and shoots a large load of cum all over my face. Very satisfied, he then zips his dick back inside his pants and orders me to stand back up. "Very well done. You will be my cocksucker from now on!"

The word "cocksucker" really humiliates me but that is what I am now —- a fact I cannot deny! He lets me wipe the cum off my face and pull up my panties but then I have to "face the corner" with no other clothing on.

***

At that time my wife, Lakshmi, arrives at the office to find out what is going on. She's mortified at first to see me standing there wearing nothing but a pair of her panties! Derek quickly explains everything to her, and offers her the choice of either submitting to a bare-bottom spanking herself for her mistake or facing termination of her husband. Since she's a traditional housewife with no income she cannot afford to have me fired, but she's also very conservative as most Indian women are and it's unthinkable for her to bare her bottom to anyone except her husband.

To my dismay, Brian and Padma come by then to take me to their home for further "education". They decide to stay and watch my wife's spanking. It is unbearably shameful for my wife to have her punishment to be witnessed by two white men, and even worse, another Indian woman as well.

This time, Derek sits down at his chair and asks my wife to lie across her lap. Now it's going to be my pretty Indian wife who's going to feel his stinging palm —- on her bare buttocks! Very reluctantly she lies down across his lap in the traditional over-the-knee spanking position, one which she's not familiar with... yet. Lakshmi is very beautiful and quite sexy actually despite her conservative looks. She has long black hair down her back and she has a nice body and silky golden brown skin. I can't help but take a peek over my shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of her voluptuous rear end. As Derek reaches for the hem of her dress to pull it up she pleads softly with him, "please don't, it's so embarrassing!"

But of course a proper spanking has to be administered over a bare posterior, so Derek ignores her feeble appeals and raises her dress over her back, followed by lowering her pink cotton panties down to mid-thigh. Derek and Brian make admiring comments about my wife's perfect rounded buttocks as it comes to full view unclothed for the first time to complete strangers. Lakshmi sighs with deep offense as she feels a back-draft over her naked nether flesh causing goosebumps to appear on her beautifully smooth brown skin. Of course it's ten times MORE shaming when she feels the hands of a another man, a handsome, strong, white man starting to explore her bare charms. She rubs her long smooth thighs tightly together hoping to preserve the little bit of modesty she still has left but it's very hard to do when she is bare-ass naked over a man's lap!

I have mixed feelings about my conservative wife now having her naked ass leered at and being fondled by my boss. I feel jealous about this but at the same time I notice that I'm getting very hard. Hmmmmm...

Then Derek begins to spank Lakshmi's jiggly bottom with his open palm. SLAP! SMACK!! SPANNKKKK! After several loud slaps my wife starts to yelp in discomfort. She's never been spanked before and the pain and offense must be overpowering to her senses. From first-hand experience -- from a few minutes ago -- I know that the stings and heat from such a hand spanking quickly build up to an intolerable level. I am right, and it doesn't take long before Lakshmi begins to kick her sexy legs up and down from the agony, completely forgetting about keeping her modesty. Derek pins her hands powerfully behind her back with one hand, and continues to spank her hard with the other. She looks so beautiful as she tosses her long dark hair from side to side while fidgeting over her spanker's knee. Her olive-colored asscheeks start to show a tinge of red as the spanking continues to warm up her virgin behind.

The worst shame of all, of course, is when she suddenly feels that hard poking lump against her soft stomach. That's when she realized that her shamefully exposed half-naked body is making a man horny, someone who's not her husband and that's taboo in her conservative upbringing. But this realization also brings on a strange tingling sensation and some moistness to her crotch area, in addition to the deep shame that washes over her trembling body right now. She's very confused and also afraid of what I'd think if I found out that my previously chaste wife is getting turned on by getting soundly spanked by another man. But she need not worry about it because I can see that I'm also getting turned on by her punishment at the hands of my supervisor.

After my wife's painful and lengthy spanking which leaves her saucy bum royally roasted, she is allowed to go home. I, on the other hand, had to go with Brian and Padma to their home for further punishment.

***

Brian and Padma live in a fashionable condo in the city. As Brian drives their car, I sit in the backseat of their car, listening to them talk about me, as if I'm not even there. They discuss the best way to put me in my place and teach me a lesmister I won't forget anytime soon. Finally Brian whispers an idea in Padma's ear and she giggles approvingly. Little do I know what they had decided for me.

Once we get to their home, I'm stripped completely naked. "This will teach you not to peek at my lovely wife's body again!" Brian tells me menacingly. Then he grabs my bare upper arm and leads me to their dining room where I'm forcibly bent face-down over their dinning table. And in such vulnerable position I hear the pronouncement of my fate.

Padma smirks at me and says, "Brian and I have decided teach you a lesmister that you won't soon forget. And that is, you are going to be fucked like a girl by him tonight! Hahahaha..."

I am absolutely HORRIFIED to hear that! "NOOOO, you can't!!!" I try to get up from my bent-over position but Brian's strong hand on my back effortlessly keeps me pinned onto their dinning table. Being a typical, strapping white Texan male he is of course far stronger than my slim Asian form and I stand no chance trying to struggle or escape. I know deep down that I have no choice but to accept my fate, however humiliating it's going to be.

Being Indian herself, Padma certainly understands the same cultural taboo as me against men who submit sexually to other men, who "receive" another man's cock into their body like a female. For a Indian male, becoming a sissyboy like that would be the utmost degradation — and that's what I'm about to become tonight.

Their dinning room has a mirror on one wall, which happens to be the side I'm facing from my position. Oh great, not only am I going to be "deflowered" tonight, but I'll be watching the whole "show" vividly in the mirror! Behind me Brian has unbuckled his belt and lowered his suit pants and briefs. That's when I find out that he has a HUGE dick pointing straight at my direction. I sorry clench my buttocks in fear of the impending *** of my virgin asshole, thinking there's no way my tight back-passage could possibly fit such a thick pole that's going to **** me anally.

And as if my offense is not overwhelming enough, I soon realize that my rear end is to be "prepared" for her boyfriend's penetration by Padma herself. She retrieves some K-Y jelly and begins to apply the cool lube to my tensed anal opening. She places both palms on my asscheeks to spread them wide open and then slides her middle finger up my asshole. Never having been "entered" like this before, I feel a very alien sensation being invaded by another permister. I can see my own face flushes red in deep shame in the mirror at having my most private bodily opening exposed to—and lubricated by —- a woman!

"Now who's the one being sexually harassed, hmm?!" taunts Padma. She withdraws her middle finger for a moment but then she adds more lube and inserts two fingers into my asshole this time. It feels fuller this time but still not too bad. However she's not done yet as she slides one more finger into me to fully coat my insides with the K-Y jelly —- now I am ready to be taken.

Brian walks up right behind me and starts to position his large cockhead at my wrinkled anus. In the meantime Padma has come around to the front and sits down at a chair facing me. "Look into my eyes, Anand," she whispers to me. "I want to see the shame on your face as Brian takes you like a girl." I feel increasing pressure at my backdoor and I try to squeeze my buns tightly together to prevent my sodomy. How naive I am! My sphincter muscles are no match for Brian's rock-hard prick and within a minute I am opened.

"OOOOWWWWWW!" I scream in agony, with my lips forming a perfect O-shape, at the sharp pain of initial entry. My anal opening is stretched wide open —- much wider than I've ever experienced before —- by his throbbing horse dick as he steadily pushes inside my previously unexplored territory without mercy. Knowing that I've failed to stop the inevitable *** of my virginity I try to relax my rectum as much as possible to ease the pain but it doesn't subside at all. Through my tear-streaked vision I can see a tremendous satisfaction on Padma's pretty face. She not only gets her revenge but I notice that she's dressed to tease me even as I'm being humiliated like never before. Her nipples are quite visible through her sheer silk blouse with no bra underneath.

I continue to wail and squirm from this unfamiliar fullness in my ***d rectal passage. Brian's long pole seems to sinking into my bowel endlessly. He grips my feminine hips with his strong hands and with one powerful push finally "bottoms out" up my ass-pussy. I can now feel his lower body, and even his heavy balls, pressing tightly against my behind. Leaving his cock fully buried inside me like that for a short while, he lets my body get used to his intrusion. The initial sharp pain has slowly morphed into a dull ache that constantly reminds me that I have become the recipient of another man's cock inside my body.

After I've adjusted to his man-tool somewhat, Brian begins to pull out slowly, generating yet another very strange, yet not totally unpleasant sensation in my backside. When only his bulbous cockhead remains in my hole, he reverses course and pushes back into me, until again his muscular legs press skintight against the back of my soft thighs.

While I've never had anal sex before —- until today —- I've watched enough porn to understand that I'm now being buttfucked by this man. A ruggedly handsome, masculine man who women would undoubtedly love to have sex with. But I am not a woman. At least, not supposed to be, but now that I've "bottomed" to him like a female, I've now been shamed and dishonored into a feminine status. I don't have much time to ponder on my degradation before I'm being distracted by his in-and-out fucking motion which is picking up in pace. There's a steady echo of loud flesh-slapping-flesh noise surrounding the dinning room as he slams into my lubricated tunnel repeatedly.

Padma walks back behind me to "observe" the action up-close from a better vintage point. "Hey Anand I can see you are enjoying this, you're such a slut Anand!" Oooh this is so humiliating! But despite all that a strange pleasurable sensation begins to surface from my lower body, intermixed with the pain of being unnaturally stretched by Brian's fat sausage pounding away in my bottom. This can't be, I tell myself, there's no way I could start to enjoy being assfucked like this!

But it doesn't matter what I believe, it begins to feel more pleasurable the longer I'm being sodomized, and I even catch myself ***ly moving my ass back to meet his thrusts. Strangely, I feel a little jealous towards Padma when I imagine her getting thoroughly fucked in her brown pussy by this manly white stud on a regular basis.

I can feel Brian getting close and then he holds my body tightly towards him as he sinks fully inside me one last time to spill his man-seed deep into my bowel.

So I am ravaged — like a female -— by a virile man that evening. Before the night is over I am taken two more times by Brian in different, but equally degrading, positions. The second time was with me on all fours on the carpeted floor, and the third time on my back on the bed with the knees pulled up to my chest just like a woman being fucked in missionary position. My asshole is extremely sore—and loosened, when he's finally done with me.

The next day at work I can't help but walk kinda funny into the office. Under my regular pants is a pair of my wife's frilly panties which I was told to wear everyday. I try to avoid bumping into anyone as I feel that my coworkers have begun to suspect that something has happened to me. It's very uncomfortable to sit down as well so after squirming in my seat most of the morning, and not being able to concentrate or get any work done.

***

Things seem to have returned to normal for the next few days. By Friday I am hopeful that maybe we can make it thru the week without further "incidents", or even better that maybe Derek has forgotten his threat to subject me to further punishments.

But no such luck! On Friday morning all the partners in the firm receive an email with the subject header: PRIVATE DISCIPLINE SESSION. I have a sinking feeling as soon as I read my copy of the mail. I glance around nervously and catch a smirk on Padma's face. Not a good sign. I quickly skim the content and for sure it says "A very naughty employee who broke office rules will receive a sound bare-bottom spanking in front of the executive staff in the conference room"! It further instructs me to report to the conference room at 11:50AM, that's 10 minutes before everyone else will show up to witness this sure-to-be most humiliating spectacle.

At 11:50 promptly, I arrive at the big conference room with my head down in shame. My stern boss is already there waiting for us. I notice that the room has been arranged so that there's a straight-backed chair placed right in the center, with other office chairs placed around it in a big circle.

Derek orders me to strip all my clothes except the feminine panties I had to wear! Reluctantly I comply and then he tells me to stand facing the whiteboard and wait for my sentence. Pretty soon other executive staff members start arriving and as expected, there are loud gasps of disbelif—followed by demeaning laughter, remarks, and giggles. My face burns red-hot in shame, having to stand in front of the conference room practically NAKED, being stared at by all my superiors in the same office where I'll have to come to work everyday. Oh the offense...

After everyone has settled down comfortably for a good show, Derek announces my serious misdeeds and the consequences I must now suffer. I must be spanked bare-bottomed in front of everyone to set an example of what will happen to naughty employees like me. Without further ado he asks me to lie down over his lap. Not daring to look at anyone's face, I walk over to Derek and wait. He pulls me face-down across his knee in a very embarrassingly youngish spanking position, with my sexy panties being lowered to expose my naked buttocks.

Further murmuring can be heard from the roomful of audience, with snide comments such as "girly", "sissy", "serves him right", etc. Moments later loud smacking noises start to echo thru the enclosed conference room, extracting high-pitched squeals from me as the boss's spanking intensifies. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Ouuuch! owwww... no...." SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

It's so excruciating for me to listen to my bare-bottom public spanking like this. It's just the shame of being over another man's lap getting the daylight spanked out of my feminine ass. Overcame by curiousity, I look back over my shoulder for a quick peek of the scene in the room. And it's as bad as I have imagined, if not worse. After 10 minutes of painful, non-stop spanking the accumulated stings have really gotten to me. My rounded behind is bright red and bouncing repeatedly under Derek's powerful palm. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! I squirm frantically over his wide lap by is kept easily pinned down by his strong arm.

The eager audience, on the other hand, are having a great time watching my chastisement. The guys are oogling my smooth tanned skin, some getting turned on by my naked slim body gyrating over my spanker's knee. Even the female managers are enjoying the show, giggling among themselves about how sissy-looking I was as I was being man-handled by my tall white manager. I notice both Brian and Padma in the audience, laughing and having a good time at my expense.

Finally my ordeal is over. Derek announces that I've been spanked enough —- by him. He keeps me over his lap for an extra minute to let me calm down while he gently caresses my red-hot asscheeks back-and-froth. When I get up from his lap however, everyone breaks into a roaring laughter. my small dick is now fully erect! "Looks like the sissy boy enjoys his spanking!" Someone blurts out in glee. "What a cute little stiffie! HaaHAAAAA...."

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Marking My Women

It's always been my contention that we tend to be sexually conditioned by experiences in our formative years – at least that was very true for me. My first rather bumbling sexual experiences many years ago with Kiki, my then fiancé, were as thrilling and unsettling as were two earlier brief college flings. There's something to be said for being young, clueless, and always horny. And I really was without a clue in so many ways. I had no idea what it took to please a woman, sexually or otherwise.

As I recounted in another story, Kiki graduated a year before I did and took a job in another city. We had vaguely talked of marriage and I blithely believed that our relationship was just fine – I mean, weren't we in love? But as I soon learned the thread holding our relationship together was just that – a thread. In rather short order Kiki began dating without my knowledge and it was not long before she had taken one of them to her bed. In a phone conversation, which is still seared in memory, she candidly told me that she had had sex the night before with a man named Jim. The shock to my system was immediate and electric. In an instant I understood that there was no reamister for her to put her life on hold for me. However it was her matter-of-fact statement that Jim had cum inside of her that detonated my emotions and touched an erotic nerve that I didn't know I had. Another man had inseminated my girl – her first sperm – and the knowledge both thrilled and nauseated me, even more so her admission that he was quite well endowed. I was spurred to action. We married soon thereafter, though not before Jim had taken her to bed many more times, all with my consent and yes, even my encouragement.

Wonderfully Kiki helped me sort through my conflicting emotions. She made it clear that while she loved me, her frustration with my lack of real commitment and the loneliness of her life in a strange city had led her to take a lover. She accepted and was in fact delighted that another man had brought us truly together. Though more than willing to forego what was for her a casual and primarily sexual relationship, she gladly accommodated my wish that Jim continue as her lover. I never tired of the rush of watching him mount Kiki with his lean, muscled physique and his vigorous mating with her. But the greatest thrill of all was each exquisite moment when his penis withdrew from her vagina to be followed moments later by the telltale welling up of the sperm he had just deposited. In these moments I was erotically transported back to that thrilling moment when she had owned up to having taken her first dose of cum from this man. Though not fully understanding of my reaction Kiki lovingly accepted the simple fact that all of this charged me sexually. She knew really before I did that I wanted to taste Jim's leavings and encouraged me to do so. And I did. Many times. Through all of this our lovemaking improved exponentially and I am grateful to this day for Kiki's loving tolerance and even encouragement. I embraced my sexuality at an early age and was the better for it even though Kiki and I parted ways some years later.

But I digress.

Single now for many years I have had more than my share of satisfying, passionate relationships, several of them long-term though I have never remarried despite several good opportunities to do so. I've been quite content with my life and found I do best with serial monogamy, learning that life is good for me when I focus my attentions on one woman at a time. Life has been extraordinary on those occasions when a woman in my life has brought another man to her bed, either through my efforts or simply because we are not exclusive. A very select few women have been made privy to my particular kink and have indulged me to varying degrees – for that same intense gemlike erotic flame still burns bright. From time to time I have actively sought out and found couples that enjoy the attention of another man. Though I now have experienced both sides of the MFM equation, there is nothing that matches the intensity of giving my woman to another man. But I am a connoisseur. It requires the right woman and just as important the right third wheel to kick my erotic sensibilities into high gear. What can I say? I've been spoiled.

A few years ago I was dating a terrific woman named Sandy. Physically she was a marvel – a competitive bodybuilder and professional trainer, Sandy had a lithe, athletic body coupled with the physicality found so often in female gym rats. She was amazing and even better, recently divorced and intent of sampling what had been lacking in her marriage. Sampling perhaps understates the situation. She was fucking around a lot, merrily carnal and unapologetic. Though initially not forthcoming about the extent of her sexual activities, I knew that her social calendar was rather "full" and was always glad when we found time to get together. She was fun, easy going and the sex was fabulous. Though it may have been my overactive imagination at work, I was reamisterably certain on several occasions that another man had very recently serviced her. Her labia seemed a bit swollen and there was just the faintest hint of an extra something in her vagina when I entered her. Wishful thinking? As it turns out, it was anything but.

One early afternoon I decided to just pop over to her place early as we had a date for later that evening. As I turned the corner to her house, I saw a car parked in her driveway. Slowing as I passed her driveway I saw the same parking tag from the fitness center where she worked hanging from the rearview mirror of the car in the driveway. A colleague, I thought, and in a split second it hit me that she was the only female trainer at the center. The rush was immediate. Sandy likely was "entertaining" one of the young bucks who worked with her. Shaken and more than a bit aroused I stopped at a Starbucks to steady myself, determined to return in an hour or so.

And that was the most deliciously difficult hour of my life. Alive with lust, I drove to her house again and found the driveway empty. I rang the bell several times before Sandy answered wearing only a t-shirt, appearing a bit disheveled and taken aback that I had arrived so early for our date. I thought for a second that she wouldn't invite me in but she did and then immediately excused herself to freshen up saying she had just awakened from a nap. I took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. Though initially reluctant to yield to my advance she soon melted and responded in kind. She tasted of sweat and sex. She broke our embrace and again said she really wanted to shower but I was not to be denied. I led her to the bedroom and quickly removed her t-shirt and laid her in bed on her back. It was then that I saw the unmistakable evidence of her tryst – a large, wet, shot spot on the sheets. Mumbling a protest I pried her legs apart and tasted the real evidence of her recent activities. Her pussy was awash in cum.

"No, please, don't," she mumred as I buried my face between her thighs. "Please, please..." But I was not to be denied and her protests quickly dissolved into moans of pleasure as I continued to lap her nectar.

"You've just been fucked, haven't you?" I gasped between breaths.

No answer. Again I urged her to confess.

"Tell me, you just fucked one of the other trainers, didn't you? Didn't you?"

"Yessss," she moaned. "He just left. Oh god, don't stop what you're doing..."

And I didn't. There seemed to be no end to the seepage that flowed from her freshly fucked pussy. Finally I could stand no more and I pulled down my shorts and entered her ravaged vagina with my rock hard cock. And it took only seconds before I added my own load to his. There are times when stamina counts, but this was not one of them.

Spent, both of us lay next to each other gasping for air. Then I took her in my arms once more and kissed her, this time more tenderly but still with conviction.

"That was amazing," she whispered as I broke the kiss. "I can't help myself sometimes. I had no idea you would react like this."

We lay there for hours talking candidly and easily about what had just happened and most importantly learning a lot about each other in the process. Sandy told me that she had several other lovers but had an especially intense sexual connection with Trevor, the young trainer who had just been in her bed. Initially reluctant to become involved with a colleague, she finally gave in to his persistent advances with the stipulation that it was to be physical only and that he keep his mouth shut. She admitted that she was enamored of his sculpted body and was not surprised that he was beautifully endowed as well. Young, hung, and full of cum was how she described him. Sandy rather fancied playing cougar to this youthful stud but also said that Trevor notwithstanding, I was the only man she was seeing who really delighted her.

"Except maybe for a guy named Steve that I see occasionally," she added, "but he's even more of a player than I am. Still there's something about him that fascinates me. He's a very bad boy – worse than you!" she giggled.

I had hit the jackpot.

Steve, as it turns out, had been above board with Sandy from the beginning. They had met through the same online dating site I had used on occasion. Sandy said at first she wasn't that attracted to him and had put him off a time or two when he called for a second date. She did find that his honest admission that he was not looking for a long-term romance to be refreshing at least.

"Just not really my type," she said. "I mean he's not that great looking and not tall like you and Trevor." But he was fun and she was intrigued by the various adrenalin activities he pursued, so what he hell, she thought, I'll go out with him again and maybe go skydiving together.

And so they did. And after several fun-filled afternoons, Sandy, being Sandy, finally decided to see how he was in bed. And he was surprisingly good, she admitted. There was just something about him that compelled her. Perhaps it was his casual acknowledgment that he had something of a "stable" of women he slept with. At that point in her life, Sandy certainly understood that as she had her own coterie. Perhaps it was his cock that made him irresistible.

"Steve's cock is really thick and shaped, well, different from any other man's. He's not that long but he's just super-thick and veiny. I love to just look at it – taste it – and he's harder than any man I've ever been with. Like a rock." She looked at me and got this far away look. "It flares out at the base and when he is fully inside of me, he fills me like no one else. Like I'm stuffed!" She paused, then sheepishly grinned and said, "I do love being single and being such a slut!"

We had obviously cleared a hurdle in our relationship, as I owned up to my own sexuality with Sandy. Candor is cleansing in many ways, however in my case I knew that Sandy would now have my full attention. There was no question that I would see other women after that afternoon. Sandy had it all as far as I was concerned. In rather short order we set the tone for our relationship and that suited me just fine.

"You know," she said, "I've never done a threesome. You have. Could we?"

Silly girl. We both knew that Steve would be perfect. Trevor was wrong for many reamisters but Sandy assured me that Steve would jump at the chance. I told her to arrange matters as best suited her. And she did, calling me the following Monday to say that I was to pick her up on Saturday and meet Steve for takes around 7:00.

We were both keyed up with anticipation and talked and e-mailed constantly that week, though at my suggestion we both abstained from sex so as to heighten the sexual tension. And Steve also apparently had agreed to take a sexual holiday as well. Everyone was on board. Saturday we met as planned for takes. He was as advertised – nothing much to look at but charming and exuding a palpable natural magnetism. I felt it and understood Sandy's initial take on him – he was totally self-assured. Steve and I hit it off immediately, talking about this and that. Sandy was relaxed and obviously enjoying every moment.

Steve brought up the subject of online dating, a common thread for all three of us. He related some of his experiences and to my surprise I found that we had dated – and bedded – several of the same women. I actually said very little as he matter-of-factly discussed the women he had been with. I can still be a bit old-fashioned and never have been one to casually kiss and tell. But knowing that Steve had also done several of the women I dated touched my erotic nerve. It was one thing to anticipate what was to happen tonight but Steve had just raised the sexual stakes as I realized that he had already marked some of the women I had also had. And I was about to witness him inseminate Sandy. I hoped neither of them saw how flush I had become.

By arrangement, Steve drove Sandy home in his car and I followed in mine. She wanted to discuss "ground rules" and just generally be sure that the scenario would play out to everyone's liking. Steve and Sandy would make love first and I was to watch. After relaxing over a glass of wine in her living room we made our way to the bedroom, where I found my chair so as best to relax and observe their coupling.

Undressing Sandy slowly and lovingly, Steve gently urged her to her knees as she unbuckled his belt and tugged off his pants. His cock was rock hard and fully tented his briefs which she then removed as she caressed his ass. And he was as advertised, almost obscenely thick with an upward curve that Sandy hadn't mentioned. She instantly took him in her mouth and fellated him as he gently thrust in and out of her mouth.

"You're such a great cock sucker, Sandy. Yeah. Nice and slow. Mmmmm...not too fast or I'll cum. Don't make me cum, baby. No, don't make me cum," he murmured. "You want me to fuck you, don't you? Go easy now...easy..."

Sandy's loving attention to Steve's cock showed me unmistakably how enamored she was for his sex. Finally, he pulled her to his feet and with his cock pressed against her belly; he kissed her passionately, helping himself to the touch of her firm ass and her rounded breasts. I had a ringside ticket to a show of pure passion from these two, so obviously sexually in tune with each other. I was only a few feet away from a cock that had pleasured other women that I knew and a pussy I had fucked many times. I was mesmerized.

Steve took his time tasting Sandy's sex, preparing her for his hard, erect penis. She never looked more beautiful, lost in the pleasure that she was receiving. Steve moved on top of her as she spread her legs to accommodate him. She placed her hands on his back and gently pulled him onto her. With one long, slow, deliberate thrust he entered her body. Sandy was now filled with Steve's penis and I moved to get a better view of their coupling. His balls hung low but still didn't mask completely how dilated her pussy was by his thick, veiny cock. Slowly they found their rhythm and the room was filled with the sounds of their lovemaking. Time seemed to stand still as they moved first this way and then that. For almost an hour, they pleasured each other and Sandy's four orgasms were unmistakable.

I waited for the finale, as I knew that from Sandy's tales that Steve always turned a woman over and placed a pillow under her when he was ready for his own orgasm. And he did not disappoint. He positioned Sandy as he wanted and then entered her almost violently, thrusting in and out of her vagina with jackhammer intensity. Finally his buttocks tensed and he let out with a low, guttural moan as he unloaded the first stream of sperm inside of Sandy, to be followed by four more passionate bursts of his seed as he gave it up completely. These two had just mated.

But as Steve withdrew his spent penis and Sandy lay there spent, I was more than ready to join in the fun. Gently turning her over, I put my head between Sandy's thighs and caught the first upwelling of Steve's jism in my mouth. Sandy was drained from the fucking she had just received and could do no more than moan with pleasure as I cleaned her swollen pussy. Finally, needing my own release, I entered her well-used vagina, still brimming with another man's cum. I quickly added my own load to Steve's still fresh deposit. Afterwards and not surprisingly we all three dozed a bit; with Sandy warm and sweet and nestled between the two of us under the covers.

We enjoyed a few more hours together, Steve and I more languidly enjoying turns with this fabulous woman. And while not the only time we played together, this magical evening was certainly the most intense.

And this was also not the last of the erotic thrills I experienced with Steve and Sandy, both together and singly. Sandy was neither the first nor the last of my women that Steve marked.

Sandy and I thoroughly debriefed each other after our first threesome with Steve after he had left. She was languid with pure sexual satisfaction – as well she should have been – and found that she delighted in being the center of attention. She also found the sheer naughtiness of it all wonderfully satisfying. Sandy was high on her herself and on her newfound freedom as a recently divorced woman, determined to make up for lost time. More than just spreading her sexual wings, she was glad to be finally living life on her own terms. What I found fascinating was her take on Steve. I wanted to know her level of interest in him.

"Steve is not boyfriend or really even friend material for that matter. I mean, he's a player by his own admission," she mused. "I do like bad boys sometimes, so he's that, with all of his alpha male stuff. I really don't find him all that attractive but I'm drawn by his attitude. A woman can see him coming a mile away but still he's just so damn sexy!"

Sandy and I really bonded that evening, a relationship that has continued to this day. She had a firm footing on life, despite the fact that she was often on her back in the first two years after her divorce. In time she accepted that I was not at all interested in remarrying, so I occupied a special place in her life as a treasured friend and occasional lover as she in time set out to find a true life partner. I'm glad to say that she succeeded. Steve joined us perhaps half a dozen more times over the next year and a half, sometimes at her instigation and sometimes at mine – he made it clear that he was always up for a repeat, so all it took was a phone call and reamisterable notice for him to join us. Each session was intense, draining, and highly sexually charged.

Steve and I had random e-mail and occasional phone contact with each other during that period, usually to make arrangements for the next tryst. Interpermisterally I found him to be agreeable though we were far from friends or even buddies really. He was a very bright guy though I was frankly a bit put off as he had only three topics of interest; women, motorcycles, and sailing. The first one I shared, though not to the consuming degree that he did. The latter two were of no interest at all. Steve wanted to compare online dating notes; more specifically the women he was seeing, doing, or wanted to do. This made sense – we were more or less sailing the same waters with the same group of women, so why not share and compare?

Occasionally we would meet for takes at happy hour. I generally let him do most of the talking about the women he was dating. The guy was rapacious. This both fascinated and repelled me – fascinated by his obvious sexual successes yet repelled at the same time, perhaps because I genuinely liked women and was not one to treat women as disposable pleasures. Don't misunderstand – I was not in the running for monk-of-the-month. I was simply more moderate in my sampling. Generally I was not all that interested in his rap until he brought up the name of a woman I knew and had taken out and perhaps slept with. Steve was candid about whom he had 'done' and whom he had not been able to seduce. I knew of two women I had seen that he had slept with. It didn't take much of a push from me for him to provide details of his bedding these women – and when he did there was no hiding that electric effect it produced in me. Steve was a smart guy. He knew that I was 'into' his status as an alpha male. I mean I never, ever was the first one to pleasure Sandy in our threesomes. I always batted cleanup, in more ways than one. He actually didn't go into to much detail about his conquests, but this I knew – he always took women bareback. It appealed to his alpha male syndrome. He called it 'marking' them. This was in stark contrast to my use of condoms when the sex was casual.

One evening I got a call from Susan, one of the women we had both slept with. Steve had actually dated her exclusively for a few months, a rarity for him. She was that hot. Susan was a nice enough girl, though more of a party natural than I was, so our dating life was short lived. She had a superb body though and an even more superb sexual appetite. I genuinely liked her despite our obvious differences. She thought it would be fun to have dinner together and catch up. I lit up like a pinball machine at the sound of her voice, instantly hard knowing that Steve had had her repeatedly some months ago. And had her unprotected – risky, as Susan was a smoker and couldn't be on the pill. I showered, dressed and was at the restaurant she suggested within the hour.

Susan looked great as usual. And she was obviously on the make. Her breasts are truly magnificent and she was making a statement of renewed interest in me with the sluttish outfit she was wearing. I won't bore you with the details of dinner or the conversation that evening, save to say that I couldn't take my mind off her sexual connection with Steve. We were both hot for each other and it wasn't long before I was back at her place and we were naked in bed, renewing our passion for each other. I couldn't get enough of the feel or taste of Susan. In and of herself she was magnificent and totally delicious. But knowing that Steve's thick cock had repeatedly ***d and marked the pussy I was devouring put me into a totally enraptured state.

Taking her in my arms I moved between her wonderful legs and rubbed my cock up and down her labia.

"Wait, I'll get you a condom," she said breathlessly.

"Not this time," I responded. And I entered her fully in one thrust, not caring at all that she wasn't on the pill. Just as Steve had done when he had first had her.

For a man noted for his sexual stamina and usual insistence on protected sex, this time I could do naught but surrender to my lust as in short order I emptied my balls inside of Susan. It was an act of reclaiming. The instant I had entered her body I knew I was a goner. For I knew that Steve had lain between her thighs as I was now, enjoying the same pleasure I was experiencing.

"Wow. You mustn't have had any in a long time!" she giggled as I withdrew and lay beside her. "That was so hot! But, bad boy! You know I'm not on the pill. Don't worry though, I'm sure it's okay."

The trip from the mountain top back to earth was instantaneous. Oh brother, I thought, you've done it now. But she cuddled up next to me and soothed me, telling me again not to worry.

"But that shouldn't happen again, you know. I haven't had a man do that inside of me since I was married."

It's a good thing I have such a good poker face, else I would have lost it completely when confronted with such a bald-face lie. But still and all, the evening had been a total rush. And, truthfully, single people rarely are completely forthcoming about their other 'activities', so no harm, no foul. Fortunately I did come to my senses and all further lovemaking was well protected, that night and on those few occasions when he got together afterwards. But how delicious it was to throw caution to the wind and mark her myself. And it was quite a liquid marking, as even I was impressed by what was even by my standards an overflowing well of cum which I had deposited in her pussy.

It was a few more months before I met Steve for an after work happy hour. Sandy was to join us but she had a few late clients, so we sipped a few brews. I was considering telling him about my 'reclaiming' Susan, but waffled a bit before finally spilling the beans.

"What a slut!" Steve exclaimed. "I fucked her bareback dozens of times," he said after listening to my brief account of the evening. I defended her a bit. I mean, I liked her and really wasn't put off by her lie. "Hey, I'll bet she'd do both of us together, " he said. "Ask her the next time you see her. I know you want to."

Maybe he was right. Perhaps I wanted exactly that. But as I pondered this for a moment it hit me that while that might be fun, it just wouldn't have been the same as sharing Sandy with Steve – or sharing my ex-wife Kiki with Jim. And I knew why. Susan and I were too casual for such an otherwise enjoyable tryst to really ignite the booster stage that would propel me into a higher sexual trajectory. For that to occur, I had to be bonded to some degree with a woman. The giving of my woman to an alpha male required a level of true intimacy if it really was to touch a raw sexual nerve. I was truthfully very close to Sandy before our threesome and got even closer when I shared her with Steve. Kiki's mating with Jim drew me intensely close to her. It was something of an epiphany. What was even more fascinating was that in the next few days I accepted the simple truth that I had quite a submissive side – but one which would only surface in a very specific set of sexual circumstances.

Still, I couldn't deny that it would be hot to watch Steve do Susan.

There's nothing quite so wonderful as sharing time with a good friend. And I was fortunate that Sandy was mine. Quite apart from the great sex, we were both candid with one another. No subject was taboo. We both accepted each other and truthfully I was a bit in love with her. But ever practical, she knew that I was not marriage material and in time she had set her long-term sights elsewhere. We chewed that over at length more than once. Later that week, after my 'epiphany', I brought up the subject of our threesomes as we sat outside on her porch, really wanting her take on it, or rather her take on me and why I was so enthralled.

"Well," she said, "I know why I enjoy them so much. I love the sex and I love being with you and I love the attention." She was thoughtful for a moment and went on. "As for you, I just think you enjoy a break from being so dominant in your work and other relationships and can just be a bit submissive and enjoy. You're really at your best when you're relaxed."

I was more than intrigued and asked her to continue.

"I know your history with Kiki and Jim, after all. I think you probably have bi tendencies and giving your woman to a more dominant man excites you and allows you to act out a bit."

She was right, of course.

"Look, Steve and I both are pretty sure you want to handle his cock and maybe go down on him. We've talked about it but neither of us wanted to broach the subject with you." She paused and then went on, "I mean, you do want to do that, don't you?"

"Yes," I said flatly.

"Well then," she smiled, "just go ahead and do it next time. I won't mind at all. I think it'd be kind of hot and I'll tell you that Steve would totally get off on it. Look, just relax and do what you want. No one is going to judge you."

Food for thought, and then some. And I chewed the idea over and over for weeks, but never brought up the subject again with Sandy. Nor did she with me. It just kind of sat there for a while before I mentally tucked it away. I know enough about myself to realize that I am best served when I allow permisteral change to take a slow, unhurried course. And somehow I knew that Sandy would deftly see to it that I acted out this obviously deeply buried desire.

And I was not to be disappointed. Sandy's bad-girl period had about run its course and she had winnowed down her list of suitors to a very likely prospect from out-of-town who, though very attentive, was wise enough not to push her too hard, too soon into a monogamous relationship. Our relationship had certainly evolved and while intimate, was only occasionally physical. It had been months since our last threesome, despite Steve's frequent entreaties. So I was at first taken aback a bit when she called one evening and asked if I had plans for the following Saturday - and if I had any to break them. Steve was bringing her to my place at 7:00 and she wanted to spend the night with me afterwards. And she hung up the phone.

And I thought of little else for almost a week. I didn't know exactly what I would do but I knew I would do something and it would be life changing. Sandy was in training for a show and so was super lean and out-of-this-world desirable. I was dying to talk with her but somehow I knew that would not be in the spirit of the occasion, so I was left with my surging desires and frequently with a rock hard cock, which I was determined not to use before Saturday.

They arrived only a few minutes late and Sandy looked amazing – tanned, and ultra-toned, sporting a tight, form-fitting red knit dress that showed off her legs. The three of us relaxed over a glass of wine before Sandy wordlessly made her way to my bedroom. Steve was right behind but I poured myself another glass of liquid courage and took a minute to gather myself. Steve was just taking her into his arms as I entered the bedroom. She melted into his embrace as they kissed, his hands testing the tautness of her sculpted ass. Her form simply merged with his body.

Then, without so much as a glance in my direction, she allowed Steve to tug her dress over her head, revealing her perfect body. He then embraced her once more before she began to work to remove his belt. Kneeling, she tugged down his pants as he unbuttoned and discarded his shirt. His boxers came down next, as she tugged them off and then over his completely erect penis, which he quickly fed into her mouth. She gave me the most fleeting sideways glance and smiled, her mouth full of his thick cock. My own clothes came off instantly. I was to be a spectator no more.

I was the first one in bed; lying there gently stroking myself for a minute or so. Sandy joined me and kissed me warmly. I never could remember the name of her fragrance but it was distinctly her and filled my senses. Was it my imagination or did her kiss taste of Steve's musk? I felt the bed move and saw Steve move to the other side and felt his hand brush my chest as he fondled her breasts. Sandy moved slightly onto her back and as I moved down to taste her, I could see her tiny hand stroking Steve's penis and fondling his low hanging sac as they kissed intimately. I lifted my head as I felt Steve shift slightly and place his cock on her thigh. And that was all it took. It took no coaxing for me to first touch and then fondle his erect penis. My exploration was unhurried. Sandy's hand was gently stroking my hair but she had not broken her kiss with Steve. At first I was only aware of the newness of it all, but then, when I thought that this same cock would soon be pleasuring Sandy - be deep inside her body - I gave it up completely and took him into my mouth.

The sensations were totally new. I remember thinking how the soft, spongy glans was set off by the stiff, thickness of his rod. It took me fellating him to really grasp just how thick he was. I was fascinated by the upward curve of his penis, like the end of a ski jump. Steve moaned in appreciation and murmured the same entreaty that he had used so often with Sandy, to not make him cum. I felt his cock pulse once or twice and I wondered if in fact he was going to fill my mouth with his sperm, which really I didn't want. Before releasing my hold on him, I withdrew his penis from my mouth and gave it a quick, gentle squeeze and was excited to see a drop of pre-cum extrude as a result.

I rolled to my side and gently parted Sandy's legs, in an offering to Steve. With a familiar motion he rubbed the head of his erection against her labia. I gently guided him into her vagina and then gave them both a bit of space. Thank goodness for my king sized bed. I smiled inwardly thinking perhaps it was the size of my bed that made my place the chosen venue for the night. Steve seemed especially into the lovemaking but what really made the moment so special was Sandy's attention to me, kissing me even as she took pleasure from Steve's bare cock inside her body. For the first time I was truly and fully offering my woman to another man. I was hyper-conscious and thrilled that Steve could inseminate her whenever he wanted.

Steve withdrew after about five minutes of deep, intense thrusting. As if on cue, Sandy urged me to my back and straddled me, taking me inside of her. I was afraid I would cum too quickly but her initial rhythms were slow and measured.

"Now, it's time for my fantasy," she whispered in my ear. With that she tilted her pelvis slightly up, causing my cock to withdraw an inch or two. I felt Steve move between my legs as he settled into position. Sandy leaned back ever so slightly. I experienced a pressing sensation as he pushed his erection with some power past the entrance to her pussy, which I already occupied. I lay perfectly still as I felt his thick member finally push past the resistance and fill her vagina. At first I was conscious only of the extra pressure but then the intensely erotic thrill of it all overwhelmed me. Steve took complete charge and rhythmically drove his penis in and out of her pussy. He grasped her buttocks as if to brace himself. It required all of my self-control not to cum from the stimulation Steve's thrusting cock and Sandy's tight pussy provided. Sandy was out of her mind with pleasure. I felt the familiar spasm of her orgasm as her body was wracked with the obscene satisfaction that these two cocks were providing.

In the blink of an eye I felt Steve's weight push forward and felt his leg shift as he tensed and cried out his impending orgasm. Sandy and I stayed very still as his cock twitched noticeably; followed immediately by the warm, liquid sensation of his seed flooding her pussy and coating my shaft. With that my cock spasmed its offering. Steve and I were simultaneously pulsing our loads of sperm inside of this magnificent woman. The primal release of inseminating, marking the same woman was overwhelming.

Still on his knees, Steve collapsed on top of Sandy and the three of us lay together totally spent. As he withdrew his shaft, mine fell out as well and immediately a torrent of our mixed fluids surged from her pussy and onto my abdomen.

"Thank you...," Sandy gasped as Steve withdrew his spent penis. I kissed her gently as she collapsed in a heap beside me. Totally drained I looked at Steve, still kneeling before me. His shaft was not yet totally flaccid and I saw a thin thread of sperm dangling from his prick head. I sat up and in one motion gently held his sweaty balls and licked away the last upwelling of cum from his softening cock. Wordlessly the three of us gave in to our exhaustion and slept. I must have been out for a bit. When I awoke, Steve was gone but Sandy dreamed peacefully beside me.

We had the most marvelous evening and night that followed. Sandy and I talked, held each other, and made love. It was perfectly languid and wonderful. She let me know that this was a swan misterg for our sexual connection. Anders, her out-of-town suitor was to be her focus from this night on. And I am delighted to say that they did in fact marry and he takes very good care of her. She is still my great and good friend and well settled in her new life.

Life goes on. Steve and I had a few fine adventures before us. In time I settled into a long-term relationship with Mary Ann, a sweet, though sexually somewhat naïve woman. But the erotic pleasures experienced with Steve still lurked in the corners of my mind – troubling but intensely compelling. And there was something about Mary Ann...

Life seemed rather vanilla after the mind-blowing experience of that last threesome with Steve and Sandy. The sensations of that session were both thrilling and unsettling. I was accustomed to tasting another man's leavings as I done so on numerous occasions with both Kiki and Sandy. The silky texture of the juices of these women and their lovers was both familiar and compelling. Both women delighted my senses when I tasted and savored their sex. Jim and Steve's sexual fluids in their bodies took that pleasure to a much higher, more intense level. Great sex always begins in the mind and in my mind there was nothing more erotic than offering my women to the sexual needs of an alpha male. And Jim and Steve were in my mind just that -- men who were casual in taking their sexual pleasures and thankfully mindful not to take my sexually submissive streak too far. They were both just cool, sexually and permisterally. Both also took great satisfaction inseminating women. Jim owned up to the delight he took in being the first man to take my wife Kiki bareback. While Steve was certainly not the first man to mark Sandy he clearly took an almost obscene pleasure from taking women unprotected -- slutting them out as he termed it.

Learning that Kiki had first had bare sex with another man seared my consciousness. The indelible memory of her awful, yet delicious revelation has driven my sexuality to this day. My first thought, after the initial visceral shock, was that even as we discussed the consequences of her fateful tryst with Jim, her sex was soaked with the many millions of his tiny, wriggling sperm cells. For days after that phone call, and despite coming to a good result for our own relationship, Kiki carried Jim's living seed in her body -- and would continue to accept his marking even as we planned our future together. Knowing that she was on the pill did little to calm me, as the simple truth was that she had casually and willingly taken the baby-making sperm of another man into her pussy. Nor did my own bare coupling with her a few days later undo what had already been done. Moreover I encouraged Kiki to continue to offer herself to Jim, which she gladly did throughout our marriage -- draining his balls regularly in my wife.

Yet these sensations paled in comparimister to the overwhelming mental and physical rush of experiencing Steve's sex myself; first touching, then tasting it, and finally feeling the liquid release from his thick penis enveloping my own cock as we double penetrated Sandy that memorable night. That experience brought me into a new and unfamiliar submissive state. Though disturbing, it was at the same time intensely erotic. I learned that Sandy and Steve had arranged this final scenario with great care, both of them well and truly aware of my deeper desires even before I was. For that I am grateful. Though that night was never repeated with Sandy and Steve, she encouraged me to accept and explore, living life on my own terms as she did with hers.

Steve and I stayed in touch, exchanging the occasional e-mail and knocking back a few from time-to-time at happy hour. He let me know that I was welcome to his cock if I wanted but frankly that had no appeal in and of itself and I told him so, though his smug attitude indicated that he didn't believe me. His attitude really could be quite grating at times. Still I was in awe of his voracious sexuality and he knew it. Steve let me know that he would be glad to service any of my women as he had done Sandy. I was non-committal but I knew that nothing would give me more pleasure than to do just that, though I couldn't bring myself to tell him so.

We swapped a few details about whom we were seeing. Steve seemed fairly settled with someone named Debbie while I was spending time with Ellen, a gorgeous though demanding and rather self-absorbed woman -- not my type really as typically I steer clear of high maintenance women. But she channeled much of her manic energy into sex, so I wasn't complaining. Steve was very interested and let me do most of the talking for once. Ellen could go from calm to upset quickly if she felt I wasn't being sufficiently attentive. She expected, no demanded, adoration and constant attention from her partner. I found being her boyfriend to be both exhilarating and exhausting. Her energy was intoxicating and physically she was a marvel -- absolutely athletic with full C cup breasts and a delicious, rounded ass. While a great lady to her mister and otherwise a decent permister, she admitted to occasional indiscretions while she was married, rationalizing that as they were all one night stands they were not at least not sordid long-term love affairs. Though she didn't threaten in so many words, I did have the sense that she would look elsewhere if her needs weren't met. I mean, she had rather a track record in that regard -- not that I would have minded so long as I was privy to the details. And she had over time opened up to me a good bit about her somewhat checkered past. She knew a good bit about mine, save some of the specifics about my relationship with Steve.

Steve took in all of this information and coolly, and as it turned out correctly, pronounced her a true slut. He encouraged me to probe her sexuality more deeply. He was certain that she would enjoy a threesome -- would even suggest it herself first if given the chance to own up to her lustful nature.

"And I know you want to see me do one of your women again," he smirked. "You know you do."

Yeah, I wanted just that and set about making it happen.

Ellen was in one of her demanding moods and insisted that I spend my entire weekend with her, as her mister was with his man and she didn't want to be alone. I acquiesced though I knew that she would drain my energy, not to mention my cock, as she was insatiable. Such is the life of a guy with a high maintenance woman. Not that I really was complaining, mind you. We spent all day Saturday together, running a few errands but always returned to the bedroom. Though tiring, the very sight of her magnificent body kept me going and going. Thankfully we slept in Sunday and enjoyed a nice brunch after making love when we awoke. It was a far more relaxing day than Saturday but by mid-afternoon she was getting restless. The conversation turned to sex and I could tell that she was getting turned on telling me about her fantasies and a few of her sordid deeds. Some of it was typical sex-on-the-beach-at-midnight stuff, but she added that she would love it if someone were watching. Ellen admitted that she had done one of her ex-husband's employees once and found it perversely thrilling to see him on the job afterwards, knowing she had had him.

"You must think I'm awful, don't you?" she asked. "Sometimes I just can't help myself. I've had these urges my whole life and I just give in to them from time to time. Do you think there is something wrong with me?" Her eyes looked to me for acceptance.

I assured her I was not at all judgmental. I also told her that I found some of her experiences to be frankly quite hot. And I was getting hotter by the minute.

"Let's do something really wicked sometime like go to one of those swinger resorts or something. Wouldn't that be amazing?" she asked with animation. "I've always wanted someone to watch me having sex and watch someone else. Maybe even have someone join us. What do you think?"

I thought I would love, love, love to have Steve join us. But she spoke first.

"I don't think I could handle your being with another woman though; but how about another man with me? You've done that haven't you?" She knew I had. "I want to fuck another man and have you watch." She was deeply rubbing her pussy as she spoke. "Can we do that? Soon?"

"How about tonight," I suggested. She looked straight into my eyes.

"Tonight? But how?" she asked.

"I have this friend...," I said tentatively. She paused for a moment and then continued.

"What's he like?" she asked.

"He's single, nice looking (OK, I lied) - sort of a ladies' man. You'd like him." I told her.

"Call him," she said. And that was all it took.

I went to the other room and with shaking hands dialed Steve's number, hoping that he would be answer. I was in luck. He did. I kept it brief asking him if he could come over to Ellen's house and fuck her. I told him he was right about her. He chuckled.

"Yeah, buddy, I'll totally do your woman. Give me her address and I'll be over in an hour." I could almost see the satisfied smirk on his face. "I'll do all of your women."

I almost forgot to tell him not to mention anything to Ellen about our threesomes with Sandy -- especially not the fact that I had gone down on him.

"That's our secret, dude. See you in an hour."

Ellen was already in the shower when I returned to the bedroom. I told her that Steve would be over in about an hour. I sat on the chair in her dressing area as we talked.

"An hour? That doesn't give me much time to get ready! Oh, this is soooo exciting, isn't it?" she said as she peeked out of the shower curtain.

She looked amazing; alive with radiant sexual beauty as she stepped out of the shower. Her breasts glistened with water and I gazed with pure delight at her toned haunches, knowing that very soon they would carry the weight of Steve's body. Ellen clothed was a marvel as she knew how to flatter her best features, her high, full bosom and slender waist. She was unaccountably displeased that her limbs were so muscled and never wore jeans so as not to draw attention to an ass she felt was too rounded. Naked, as she stood before me now, she was nonetheless utter perfection -- her presentation that of a jungle cat; muscled and predatory. While Sandy shared her athleticism, she was tiny - a spinner. Ellen was built altogether differently -- a warrior, dangerous and feline in form and motion. Steve was in for a rare treat. All three of us were for that matter.

Ellen was terribly keyed up about the impending threesome and talked nonstop as she did her hair and makeup at the dressing table. It wasn't so much nerves as excitement. As with most men I find the process of a woman's dressing room preparations to be tedious, however with Ellen the visual delights were as compelling as basking in her anxious energy. And she peppered me with questions about Steve and how this scenario should be best played out.

"See to the takes. Tidy up the bedroom. Light some candles. Put on some music." (Yes, dear; certainly, dear; whatever you say, dear) She was clear that I was not to join in and Steve was not to linger afterwards. (Whatever you say, dear) She could have been reciting a laundry list for all I cared. She never looked better -- beyond amazing. Ellen decided the best presentation was for her to receive Steve in bed, naked under a single sheet. She did just that and fussed at me a bit when I kissed her as I tucked her in. I sat on the floor and we chatted a bit, waiting for the doorbell, as Ellen gently played with her trim, beautifully formed pussy. I foolishly asked if she was ready.

"Mmmmm, what do you think?" she whispered as she pulled her hand from under the sheet and showed me the glistening wetness of her sex on her fingers. I gingerly kissed and licked the liquid sweetness of her upwelling passion. Delicious.

Steve was fortunately prompt and as I went to answer the door, Ellen gave me the most wicked, mischievous smile. As instructed I mixed him a take and went over the 'ground rules' for the tryst. I had one too to steady my nerves. And I had a case of the jitters so I told him again not to reveal anything about our 'past' escapades.

"Rest easy," he assured me. "Let's do it. Lead me to the slaughter."

As Steve entered the room they both smiled, clearly pleased with each other. Frankly, I was a bit concerned that she wouldn't find him that attractive but Steve just has that sexual quality about him that women sense immediately. They chatted for a few moments and as they did Ellen sat up slightly as the sheet fell to reveal her full breasts. Steve eyed them appreciatively and whistled softly.

"You're gorgeous," he said, as he moved his hand over her tits. Ellen just smiled and allowed him to take his fill of her treasures. She moved to undo his belt and with his willing assistance, his pants came down quickly.

"Ooooh, nice...," Ellen whispered as Steve's fully erect cock emerged from his pants. I had taken my designated seat by the dresser and as Ellen's hand wrapped around his manhood, she stole a quick look at me and smiled. She was more than pleased with my choice of a lover for her.

As Steve finished disrobing, Ellen got up from the bed and he embraced her -- a familiar and thrilling sight; my woman naked in Steve's arms. They kissed and their hands moved freely over each other's body in unhurried exploration. The entire scene was in slow motion as far as I was concerned. The flickering light of the candles, while perfect for the mood, maddeningly was too dim for me to see it all clearly. Ellen was expertly pleasuring Steve's erect penis with her mouth. At one point Steve moaned his familiar entreaty not to make him cum.

They moved to the bed and kissed as Steve probed her sex with his fingers. Even with the soft music in the background, his stimulation of her pussy showed her to be very wet and very, very ready for his thick, veiny cock. Steve moved on top of her as her legs spread to allow him full access. I shifted in my seat and saw her hand guide him inside of her. Steve's body moved on top of her, Ellen's breasts pushing into his chest and he fed his cock into her vagina. He must have bottomed out on his first thrust as Ellen grimaced when he was fully inside of her. They paused for a few moments and then found their rhythm. Ellen was softly vocal telling Steve how much pleasure he was giving her and urging him to fuck her. Steve's buttocks flexed with each thrust of his penis in her vagina. Again and again he sheathed and unsheathed his cock inside of my girlfriend. And each time he did she moaned her pleasure.

Ellen was really into their lovemaking, having cum once just a few minutes into the session. When she orgasms, her body tenses and becomes rigid. The sight of her toes curled tightly told me that Steve had gotten her off. With a quick, practiced motion he rolled onto his back as Ellen's weight took his cock deeply inside of her. Steve was really stretching her pussy as she now took control. Ellen rocked her hips to maximize the friction of their joining and then her thighs tightened as she climaxed again. Coming down from her orgasm she leaned forward and kissed Steve. I couldn't take my eyes off her breasts as she did. Steve couldn't take his hands off of them. His large balls came clearly into view and I thought of the sperm they contained and how soon he would empty them into my willing girlfriend.

Ellen may have been self-conscious about her ass, but Steve was clearly enjoying their fullness, playfully slapping her ass cheeks as Ellen moved on top of him. I couldn't make out all that he was saying to her but I know that he asked her to slow down at least twice as he was about to cum. Steve moved Ellen off of him and coaxed her to her knees as he positioned himself to take her from behind. His cock, slathered in her juices, glistened in the candlelight. Gratefully, they had turned sideways on the bed and I saw him work his spongy glans past her labia and then, grasping her ass, Steve mounted her fully. I knew that he was preparing to ejaculate inside of Ellen; and I knew he would do so fairly quickly.

Steve was true to form. He pistoned her with perhaps a dozen strokes and then with one hand on her left, low-hanging breast, he buried his cock against her cervix and released his orgasm. His bare cock was sending out volleys of cum inside of Ellen as she too climaxed yet again -- it was intense and insanely erotic to witness this.

Spent, Steve withdrew his spent member from her pussy with an audible plop. They fell exhausted into the bed and lay there sated from their sexual exertions. Seeing them lying together peacefully I felt out of place, so I silently left the bedroom to give them a few minutes alone. It must have been about fifteen minutes and a gin and tonic later that I returned to find Ellen fast arelax and Steve dressed, ready to go.

"Thanks, buddy," he grinned as we walked to the door. "She was better than advertised. Any time you two want a repeat, just call. Anytime." He chuckled and then looked me in the eye and reminded me. "I'll do all of your women."

Any hope I had of reclaiming Ellen that night vanished as she had fallen fast arelax. I took off my clothes and as I lay next to her I knew why she had moved to one side of her king bed. I was lying in a sickeningly wet shot spot, soaked with Steve's sperm as it had cascaded out of Ellen's well-used pussy. Carefully, so as not to wake her, I managed to part her legs slightly and felt her still engorged labia and the slimy mess coating her sex. Much as I wanted to enter her juicy kitty, I moved to the other side of the bed and soon I too fell arelax.

Ellen surprisingly had little to say about the episode, except to say that Steve was great in bed but was adamant that it was not something she cared to repeat. She pressed me on how close I was to him and I truthfully told her we were not really close at all. She snapped at me several times in the weeks following and said that she did not want me to discuss that evening with him. As she brought up the subject more than once over the final few months that we dated I began to wonder why she was so insistent on wanting to know. I assumed she didn't like guys kissing and telling and left it at that. How wrong I was.

About a month later I got an e-mail from Steve informing me that Ellen had asked for his phone number after I had left the room and did I know that she was making booty calls to him. Unbeknownst to me Steve had fucked her a week after that first evening and was going over to fuck her again that very same evening. What a slut. As much as I would have liked to have gotten the story from Ellen, I had to rely on Steve for details of their mating. Seems that she thought he was really great in bed and she had no compunctions about inviting him back for seconds, and thirds, and more. Steve marked her repeatedly over the next few months and always made sure that I knew when he had been invited over to Ellen's house and to her bed.

My relationship with Ellen, while exciting, was also exhausting and a few months later I was more than ready to move on. Had she been up-front and simply said that she wanted Steve again, I would totally have been there and stayed with her. That was not her style. Once a cheating woman....

In time I simply let my relationship with Ellen fade away. I missed her energy and her unmatched physical charms, but not enough to continue to subject myself to her nonsense. She still calls on occasion but I have more or less extricated myself from her strange, weird web. I met a 'nice' woman named Mary Ann online soon thereafter and we began dating.

Mary Ann was bright but unsophisticated and I found her naïveté rather charming. She was recently divorced and typical of newly single women her age (mid-forties) she was ready for someone and something different. Mary Ann had been out with a number of men but though most of them had asked to see her again, she always declined. She came from a rural upbringing and I always had the sense that while thoroughly grounded in those values, she wanted more from life. Certainly she wanted more than her controlling, Type-A ex-husband provided. And she seemed to have set her sights on me.

Mary Ann was a bit of a project. I was on occasion still fucking Susan and her tart girlfriend Jacque, so I was not put off overmuch when she rejected my initial advances. I mean, I wasn't going without. Mary Ann was cool, comfortable and while not beautiful, she had a lithe runner's body and the most stone-cold perfect legs I have ever seen on a woman. And she had absolutely no real sense of her physical charm and that was really part of her appeal. She also adored me and when does that not work? Once I managed my way into her bed -- and that took several months as she had not had a man since her husband -- she was, well, OK. Physically Mary Ann was wonderful -- a size double zero with enhanced breasts -- but she was totally vanilla. Then again, after the emotional workout that was Ellen, a nice, vanilla woman was OK by me. I settled in and settled down a bit. And I rarely heard from Steve, which truthfully was OK by me as well. We did get together once for takes but I found myself rather disinterested in his prattle about Ellen and the other women he was doing. I really had little to offer except to say that I was dating Mary Ann and was pretty content. Well, I did offer up a few tidbits, specifically that she had this lithe, runner's body and insisted on condoms, as she was not on the pill and could not be so for medical reamisters. Steve had a laugh about that but really I was rather done with him and his lifestyle, so I just ignored it. I couldn't ignore that his definite interest in Mary Ann was troubling -- especially about her yummy body and how she performed in bed. Okay, yeah, I thought about Steve and Mary Ann together...
The DTR (Define The Relationship) moment comes for most men in any relationship and mine came about six months in. I was surprised really, as Mary Ann had been so totally cool up to that point. Well, the cool disappeared quickly enough when she asked me where I thought the relationship was going. Can you hear me groaning? I was cornered -- the walls were closing in. Despite my deft attempts at escape, Mary Ann learned in short order that while remarriage may have been on her agenda, it was not on mine. And that really was that. Once a man has made it clear that he is not interested in marriage, a woman's interest drops precipitously. In our case it took another six weeks of revisiting this painful issue for her to be convinced that I was not then nor would I be in the future open to remarriage. Regretfully that pretty well cut it for her. Sure I had regrets but confirmed bachelor that I am, I simply moved on. I assumed Mary Ann was still pining for me.

Steve's note, detailing his seduction and bedding of Mary Ann, was a real haymaker. My sweet, lovely, naïve ex-girlfriend had not only spread her legs for Steve but had been allowed him to inseminate her as well - and not just once but over and over again. My imagination had free rein and it took little effort to visualize his all too familiar erect penis sheathed in her sweet pussy. And unlike my condom-clad member, Steve had pleasured himself bareback with Mary Ann -- and was continuing to do so at will apparently. The all too searing memory of Kiki's first mating with Jim returned with nauseating effect. Steve had ***d her in my mind as Jim had ***d Kiki -- marked her with his potent sperm. And I knew that she was quite fertile. She had insisted on protected sex with me for that very reamister. Yet again an alpha male had tread where I feared to tread -- or perhaps was not allowed to tread. I didn't know. And I was disturbed that I read and re-read Steve's note, getting myself off each time I did. And each time the vision of his cum upwelling from her pussy triggered my release.

What to do? Well, what could I do? Not a damn thing. I had once again allowed a truly amazing girl to slip through my fingers, easy prey for a sexual vulture like Steve. Already he had done four of the women I dated. Ellen was a total player and while I enjoyed giving her to Steve, it didn't faze me that she continued to fuck him behind my back. Steve had had Shalice as well, but my relationship with her was casual at best. Sandy was special to me but her sexing Steve was at least open and fun. Mary Ann was an entirely different matter. I had to know the whole story. Approaching Mary Ann was out of the question. But I had to know and only Steve could tell me. Living in the shadow-land of knowing but not really knowing was agonizing. Steve had seduced, mounted, and bred Mary Ann but the vision was cloudy and the particulars unknown. And I had to know.

So I wrote him back a few days later, trying my best to sound cool. I congratulated him on his conquest of Mary Ann and made some passing reference to getting together in the future for a take. Steve was having nothing of my studied indifference. His reply was terse.

Come by my place and I'll you what you want to know -- I'll tell you all about Mary Ann while you suck my cock.

It didn't take long for my reply -- when? His reply popped up in my inbox only a few minutes later.

Now

It's a good thing that I didn't have time to think about all of this. I just got in my car and drove to his place. My heart was pounding as I rang the bell. Steve greeted me with his familiar insufferable smile and invited me in. I did a quick survey of his place and wasn't impressed. By any measure his pad was not inviting but I really didn't care. I gratefully accepted a proffered beer and relaxed on his sofa and took a few deep swigs, glad for the rush. Steve sat next to me and we got through the small talk fairly quickly.

"So, what do you think of me balling Mary Ann?" he asked casually.

"I was surprised," I answered honestly. "She didn't seem to be that kind of a girl." I took another swig. "I mean, she's not really your type."

"Well, she is. I fucked her on our first date" he replied. "Did I tell you that?"

"No," I replied meekly. "I didn't know that."

"You do now," he said. "She made some noise about not wanting to even kiss on a first date but I just pushed through that bullcuckolds brownie and had her. She loved it -- took my cock all night long -- took it bare. Your ex is a slut."

I didn't know what to say. I just looked at him. Steve smiled back and unzipped his pants and took out his hardening penis. It was almost painful, but deliciously painful, to envision his thick, veiny tool inside Mary Ann's body. The testicles that had produced the potent sperm he spurted into her vagina hung low and loose.

"Here's the cock that fucked your woman," he gloated. "Take a look at the cock that's fucked Mary Ann -- that's fucked all of your women." Steve stroked his manhood and looked straight through me. "I'm going to fuck all of your women with this cock and you can't stop me. But Mary Ann was the best. Want to know more?"

It was all too much for me. I reached over and grasped his fully erect penis and as I did I felt it twitch in appreciation. I didn't say a word but Steve knew what I wanted to hear.

"She was all coy on our first date -- didn't make much eye contact with me but I knew she was into me. I can always tell. And that body -- man, you were right -- totally prime. She talked about having recently dated some guy and I knew it was you. Said she was sort of on the rebound and I just listened and sympathized -- yada, yada, bullcuckolds brownie, bullcuckolds brownie. Anyway, I drove her home. Man, when I opened the door for her at her place I checked out those fine legs as she got out. Thought about how she was going to spread them for me." My heart sank, as I too knew of the lean, smooth flesh of her thighs. Steve's cock was fully distended now and I finally had to take him in my mouth. And I did.

"Yeah, that's it," he said evenly. "Suck my cock -- just like Mary Ann did that night -- like she's going to again tonight." My heart sank and my hand gently held the balls that even now were manufacturing the sperm soon to be delivered to Mary Ann's unprotected pussy. I was totally giving it up as Steve continued his tale of seduction.

"I took her to her door and moved to kiss her. She tried to pull away but I just put my arm around her waist and kissed her. She melted, dude. She felt how hard my cock was pressing into her. She went from zero to sixty in about two seconds and kissed me back -- hard. She was going to be mine -- easy as pie."

Steve told me how she led him inside and allowed him to undress her in the hallway. Mary Ann was literally surging with desire by this point and was all but pulling Steve towards her bedroom. She sat on the bed, fully naked, her lithe, naked body totally available for his pleasure. Steve caressed her 'C' cup breasts as she breathlessly undid his belt and slid his jeans off of him. And then, just as I was doing now, she took his already fully erect penis into her mouth.

"She was hungry for my cock, dude. Like she hadn't had any for years. I had to tell her to slow down. Mmmmm...yeah, just like you need to do now. Easy...easy...I'm going to need that load later tonight." My heart sank again. Steve said that he lay next to her and explored her taut, athletic body. Kissing her, he moved on top of her and rubbed his cock on her wet, ready mound.

"There's a condom in the nightstand," she whispered. But Steve simply flexed his ass and fed his bare shaft into her in one telling thrust.

"She tensed for about two seconds and then just gave it up." Steve informed me. "Your girlfriend's a slut. Not a word of protest. She just spread her legs and took it." Steve was moaning and totally enjoying my oral servicing now. "Mmmmm...she came really quickly. Did you make her cum?" That hurt. I didn't think that I ever had. "Yeah, I just put her legs over my shoulder and pounded her -- just like she wanted. You should've seen her sweating and moaning -- she was loving what I was giving her." I was in agony now.

Steve said that he was enjoying fucking Mary Ann more than any other woman he had ever had. And he was unable to contain his orgasm for long.

"She was so fucking hot," Steve moaned. "Yeah, soooo hot. I couldn't last and I just gave it up and came inside of her. Filled her, dude. Filled her." My head was spinning and I sat back and looked at his sex, knowing Mary Ann had taken it all inside of her body. Steve was on the edge of climax at that moment as a clear dollop of pre-cum emerged from his glans. He relaxed and took a deep breath.

"Wow, you got me close, dude -- too close." Steve took a deep breath. "I've got other plans for that load tonight, if you know what I mean."

We both took a second to back off of the intensity of the moment. I asked him what had happened next.

"She just lay there for a while with my cum running out of her. We napped and went at it again. I must've done her four times before I left the next morning." Steve was grinning now. "Never a word about using protection -- that night or any other time. What do you think about her now?"

I thought I was going to pass out. I thought I had to see Mary Ann again -- see her as soon as possible after Steve had marked her again -- talk to her maybe -- anything, just so long as I had some contact with her after she had been inseminated.

"That's just incredible," I offered weakly as Steve replaced his member back in his pants. "I wish I could watch you do her."

"Yeah, well, so do I but that isn't going to happen any time soon. But how about if I text you every time I do her. It's the next best thing to being there, dude." I wished he'd stop calling me dude. "I don't know what I enjoy more; simply fucking her or messing with your head. Either way, I win; you lose." Steve smiled at me. "Don't take it permisterally; I like you, but fucking your women gets me off. And Mary Ann is especially sweet for me. I'm making her my bitch and loving it; almost as much as she does."

"You know, she isn't on the pill," I said.

"Yeah, how about that," he chuckled. "Well, that's her problem, not mine."

There wasn't anything more to say and frankly I just wanted to leave. I felt sick. And my cock ached for release; something I didn't want to attend to in front of this colossal prick. Steve must have sensed my revulsion.

"Look, for what it's worth, I know she really likes you. She made noise about her ex-boyfriend, which I take it was you. She never mentioned any names -- not her style, but hey, at least she misses you." He paused, then grinned and said, "But maybe not that much. You know, I've been with her half a dozen times and the last few sessions we've just skipped the pretense of a date -- strictly a booty call -- but a really great one. There's something extra special about a woman who's sweet like Mary Ann but loves sex. And she really loves getting it from me, you know."

I had a lot to think about and said my goodbye. "See you later," he said and then laughed, "I'll text you tonight after I've done her - Or tomorrow morning."

I think it was about 2:00 a.m. before I finally gave in and slept. And it was around 8:00 that morning when my cell phone dinged with a message.

Did her. Three loads. Hope you got some relax.

I had to get myself off before I called her. I had to contact her but the tension had become unbearable. The release was welcome and quick -- the vision of Steve's body mounting Mary Ann; his ass flexing and thrusting; his cock spurting cum inside of her unprotected body -- I made quite a mess and gratefully dozed afterwards for a bit. When I awoke, it was gone 11:00.

I drank some coffee to clear my head and dialed her number. She didn't answer and my heart sank. As I was about to leave a message, she called back.

"Hi," she said softly. "I didn't think I'd hear from you again."

"Just wanted to hear your voice," I said. "Uhm, do you want to get lunch with me or something. It'd be nice to see you."

There was agonizing silence on the other end. "OK," she finally said. "Let me shower and I'll see you at noon at that Italian place."

"OK," I said, thinking that she needed that shower to wash away the evidence of Steve on and in her body. "See you at noon," I said and she agreed.

I got to the restaurant a few minutes early and got a table. I kept checking the door. When she arrived she looked really great; she wore my favorite short jeans skirt and a form-fitting top which beautifully accentuated the shape of her breasts. She smiled and gave me a quick peck and then sat down. I caught a glimpse of her legs and couldn't shake the reality that Steve had lay between them just hours before. Her pussy was likely still seeping his seed. I looked at her with desire, knowing that as I did so, millions of his sperm cells were alive inside of her. We made small talk and ordered.

"So, everything OK with you," I asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," she answered, not really making eye contact with me.

"Good. So, what's going on in your life?" I looked for some clue in her eyes but she remained furtive and kept her eyes off of mine.

"Not much -- you know, just work and all."

The conversation was stilted and rather aimless but I hesitated to get to the point. I really wasn't sure there was a point but I was tingling just looking at her sitting across from me, so I did my best to be upbeat and casual.

"Hey, let's go out sometime soon. You know, get a bite to eat and maybe see a movie." She winced.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," she replied after a pause.

"Why not," I answered evenly.

"I'm seeing someone," she replied, her eyes still downcast.

Well, at least she's honest about that. "Oh, well, I mean I didn't want to interfere in your life or anything. It was just a thought."

Mary Ann bit her lip and then answered, "It's okay."

"So, is it anything serious?"

"I really don't want to talk about it," she replied sharply. And then she looked right at me. "You had your chance. I don't want to start up with you again."

"Okay, I know. Sorry. I was just missing you a bit," I replied, trying to be cool. "I'll leave you alone."

"I have to go," she said abruptly and got up to leave. She took a few steps and then turned back towards me. "Maybe we can do coffee some other time." And she looked right at me.

"Okay," I replied quietly. "Yeah, I'd like that."

She smiled for the first time. "So would I. Take care." And with that she walked away. I just sat there for the longest time. It wasn't what I wanted but it was something at least -- a start.

It took a few weeks before I got the nerve to call again. And she was as good as her word and we had a nice, much more relaxed chat over coffee. I even got her to laugh a few times -- nice. Steve kept me informed about their trysts, which were fairly frequent. He even told me she was being fitted for a diaphragm, which he admitted was a relief. Mary Ann wouldn't really talk about who she was seeing when I inquired -- not even his name though she did say it was casual. She did make it clear that she only dated one man at a time and so wouldn't 'date' me or anything. I stayed cool and told her I understood.

"So, are you relaxing with him," I finally asked one morning at coffee, knowing full well that she had spent the previous night with Steve.

"That's really none of your business, you know," she answered quickly and rather pontedly. She sipped at her coffee and looked away. "But, yes, I am," she finally said and as she did she looked right through me.

I'm sure I flushed. "Oh, well, sure; I mean, yeah, it's none of my business -- sorry I asked," I stammered.

"It's okay," she replied gently. "What did you expect? We've been going out for a couple of months. It was bound to happen."

I felt betrayed. Yeah, like it took a couple of months for you to be on your back for him. But again I stayed as cool as I could manage. But I think she knew the effect her 'confession' must have had on me.

"Look, can we just not talk about this? I'm enjoying your company so much and this makes both of us upset." Her voice was firm.

"Yeah, well, it really is none of my business. I just hope want you to be happy." I smiled. "But, it's tough on me, so we just won't go there."

She took my hand. "It's okay. I do care about you." She touched my cheek. "And I do care about you and that's what really matters."

Mary Ann was of course right. Caring -- that's what really matters. The fact that Steve mounts her regularly really is of no consequence at all -- that she gives her lovely, naked body to his pleasure is not what counts; nor is it of any moment that usually when we meet she is carrying his living seed inside of her body. And anyway, Steve keeps me informed about the more sordid, unimportant matters. Maybe one day he will tire of Mary Ann -- or she will tire of him -- and I can once more enjoy her caresses and the sweetness of her amazing, toned body and reclaim her. Maybe one day there will be something more satisfying than coffee and conversation with Mary Ann, all the while knowing Steve is standing stud to her.