les histoires de chrislebo

Mobutu stood in the window with the nude Barbie in his hand. He quit licking it's nipples and moved to it's crotch. Outside, Wendy began squirming on the cot. The nude woman parted her legs then swiftly closed them. She quickly stood up, grabbed her bikini and ran into the house.

He assumed she would be masturbating. He returnned to the doll house and played around with the Barbie and Ken, putting them in different positions. He bent Barbie's legs and put her face in Ken's laps, put them in the sixtynine position, bent her legs forward so that he could sit her on Ken's crotch, and bent her so that it resemred doggy style. Every now and then he took the Barbie and licked it's breasts and crotch. Finally, he dressed Barbie in just her bikini bottoms and left her in the house.

Stan got home just after dark when it was safe for the black man to sneak back into their yard. Wendy was standing in the kitchen window topless washing dishes and her husband was staring at her in awe with a dumb grin on his face.

Mobutu returned home and grabbed both dolls. When he got back to thier yard, he drew an erection on Ken, though it wasn't necessary, Stan already had an inferior bulge in his pants. Mobutu held Barbie's head in Ken's crotch, and watched.

Wendy turned from the dishes and walked over to her husband. "God, I'm glad your home." She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and carressed his bulge. "I've been so horny all day. I don't know whats come over me." Wendy quickly unzipped her husband and pulled out his dick, happy to see he had another big erection like last week. It looked good enough to eat and for the first time in her life she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

"Holy cuckolds brownie," he said startled. "You haven't done this before."

Wendy was just starting to bob her head over it when Mobutu erased the erection. "What's wrong, don't you like it?' she asked letting his limp penis roll from her mouth.

"No, it felt great. I don't know what happened. It was there and then it was gone."

"Lets go upstairs and see if I can get it to come back." Wendy grabbed his hand and pulled her husband upstairs.

Mobutu climbed the tree and watched as she stripped off his clothes and pulled him into bed after turning out the lights. He drew another erection on Ken and heard her coo in delight. A few minutes later, "Yeah baby," moaned Wendy. "Harder, harder, just a lttle more, I'm close baby, real close," and then "Nooo, please not again," as Mobutu smeared out the erection.

Mobutu left the tree and returned home. He drew a limp, shriveled penis on Ken and placed him on the bed in the doll house. He waited until it was late and he assumed the couple next door would be arelax. He took Barbie and licked her breasts and crotch again before laying her in bed beside Ken. He took the black Ken and placed it on top of Barbie.

* * *

Wendy woke up with a start, the dream rapidly fading. She couldn't remember it, but it was hot. Stan was in the bathroom. "Honey, come back to bed."

Stan walked back into the room wearing boxers which was odd since he usually walked around nude until dressing. "We can't Wendy, we'll be late for church."

Wendy sighed. "Maybe when we get back then?"

"We'll see."

Wendy was so hot and bothered, she couldn't concentrate on the sermon. Her nipples were hard and rubbing against her bra. She squirmed in her seat hoping the preacher would hurry and finish before her wet pussy soaked through her clothes and stained the pew. She had a strong desire to kneel before her husband and suck on his penis again.

When they got home, Wendy thought she saw the curtains move in Dr Tanaka's house as if he was watching them. She forgot about the black man as she entered their living room when Stan suddenly said, "Hey, you still up for some afternoon fun?"

Wendy looked over at him and saw his pants were tented out. With a squeal of delight, she kneeled at his feet and pulled out his rock hard erection, taking him back in her mouth. Then it was gone, his penis withering into a limp little worm within seconds.

His huge cock was hard in her mouth, pushing into her throat and Wendy loved it. She looked up, but it wasn't Stan who was looking down at her. It was Dr Tanaka. She gasped in horror.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, but you don't have to make such a big deal over it." Stan was shaking her. "Maybe, it's stress. If this keeps up, I'll see a doctor. Trust me Wendy, it's not you, it's me."

"I'm sorry too," she said climbing to her feet. The image of kneeling before the black man wouldn't leave her mind. It stayed with her all day and into her dreams. Her dreams changed though, sometimes she was on all fours as the black man fucked her from behind, sometimes she was riding his mighty cock, and all the while, Stan was lying beside her in the bed with a limp dick seemingly frozen, doing nothing to stop them.

She had these dreams every night, Mobutu completely replaced her husband in her sex fantacies. Worse, several times a day, her nipples would grow and her pussy would get wet. Stan made no sexual moves on her at all and when she glimpsed him naked, his dick was always small and limp.

* * *

On Saturday, Mobutu placed the topless Barbie back on the cot outside the doll house and waited for Wendy to show up. This time she walked out without even bothering to wear the bikini top. He placed a naked black Ken beside her and blew marijuana smoke at the Barbie doll to cloud her judgement.

Mobutu put on the loincloth and walked next door. "May I join you?" he called.

Wendy jumped as he had startled her and held her arms across her breasts. "I don't think that's wise."

"I just want some conversation. I appologize for my behaviour previously. I was just startled by your beauty."

"Well ok then, but let me go get my top."

"Don't bother. Masai women do not cover their breasts. My people are much more comfortable with nudity. I will join you if it helps." Mobutu removed his loin cloth and laid next to her cot in the grass staring up a the sun. He was pleased to see her gaze focusing on his crotch and soon she became comfortable enough to show him her breasts. "This is nice," he said, "to lay here and not worry about cobras and mambas and lions."

"Your home sounds fascinating."

"It is."

She looked at his cock, plump and half-erect. "May I ask you a medical question?"

"Certainly."

"Do you know anything about impotence?"

"Your husband?"

She hesitated. "Yes, he's been acting weird. Occasionaly he will get an erection, but then it's gone and most of the time it doesn't stir." She sobbed a little with frustration.

"Did this start around the time I moved here?"

"Yes, I think so, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Your husband is intimidated by me."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I could be wrong, but I've seen it before. A weak man when confronted by a superior male often becomes impotent. He imagines his woman with the superior male fucking her with his superior cock like the wimp never could."

Ugh, there was that word again. Strangely, cock seemed to apply more to Mobutu's long snake-like penis.

"It has happened to me before, the woman becomes infatuated with me and the husband becomes incapable of interfering."

"I don't think that's the problem," she replied sarcastically, though the fact that she had been dreaming about the doctor scared her.

"I've offended you. I should go." He stood up near her head so that she was looking up the long dangling cock.

"Yes, I think you should." She couldn't take her eyes off his cock and wondered what it would look like fully erect.

Mobutu bowed and walked naked back to his house. He grabbed Barbie and black Ken, taking them to his vantage point upstairs. He held Barbie up to his face and licked her crotch, watching as Wendy jumped on the cot and started squirming. He quit and placed the black doll's head on her crotch and watched.

On the cot, Wendy parted her legs and thrashed her head back and forth. She was staring at his house as if afraid or hoping he would come out. Her hips were thrusting slightly and her hand would wander down to her pussy only to jerk back as she realized what she was doing. Suddenly, her back arched and her mouth opened as she came. Once again, she hurried back inside her house. Mobutu grinned then rubbed his jaw. It was sore as black Ken had power over him also.

All week Wendy played with herself imagining she was with the black man and dreaming about him at night. She was starting to wonder if she could resist him, the images were becoming so vivid and she was so horny. She hadn't even seen a short erection on her husband this week.

Friday night she awoke in a sweat from a particularily powerful dream. She feared she was drowning and had a funny taste in her mouth. All she could remember of the dream was that it involved sucking off Tanaka. She played with herself while Stan snored beside her wondering if the doctor would come talk to her again when she laid out the next day.

* * *

Mobutu squeezed the last of his sperm out of his cock and looked at the cum splattered Barbie. His balls had stored up a lot since he last had sex and the doll was covered. Tomorrow he thought, she would be ready.

The next day he stripped Barbie and black Ken placing them outside the doll house together. Barbie sat on the cot with her face in the black doll's crotch.

* * *

Wendy walked completely nude out to her cot without giving it a second thought. It wasn't long at all before the black man walked out his back door wearing his loincloth. He didn't even ask to join her, just assuming she'd let him. He jumped over the fence and walked over to her.

"I thought we could talk some more," said Mobutu letting the loincloth fall down so that his cock swayed seductively before her face. The cock she fantasized about constantly, her gaze focused on it and she licked her lips. "I see the way you stare at my superior black cock. Would you like to touch it?"

She wanted to do more then touch it, but she just nodded and reached out one hand to caress his shaft and another to heft his balls. Just touching it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her pleasure grew as his cock grew. The monster extended several inches and swelled, rising ponderously until it pointed directly at her mouth as if comanding her to suck it. It truly was over a foot long and as thick as her wrist.

"Isn't it magnificent?" he asked.

"Yes," said Wendy completely enthralled with the huge, dark black cock. "I've never seen anything like it in all my life."

"Now you see why your husband has been feeling inferior."

"Yes, I think I understand. Your cock is twice as big as his penis." Wendy wanted to take him in her mouth, but needed permission since he was royalty. She leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head directly on his pee-slit. She kept her lips on it and looked up at him.

"You may service my cock with your mouth if you desire."

Wendy felt a surge of pleasure and she quickly parted her lips taking the head inside her mouth, feeling complete for the first time in weeks. It was as if she belonged here, naked at his feet, slurping on his black scepter of power. Weeks ago, she wouldn't have done this for Stan, now she was willingly sucking on her arrogant black neighbor's thirteen inch cock. It was a shame, Stan's performance had been so disappointing, he would have been good practice for Dr Tanaka's cock.

Wendy took her mouth off the head to lubricate it better. She began with the tip, running her tongue all around the head, then down the shaft. He grabbed the tip and held it up for her, thrusting his balls in her face. She licked those too, amazed at how big they were.

Wendy kissed her way back up to the end and took it in her mouth again. She hadn't even taken a quarter of his cock in her mouth when it pushed into her throat and she gagged. She relaxed her throat and tried a little at a time managing half his cock. She decided to go with that and started rapidly bobbing her head while jerking the rest with both her hands. Despite her enthusiasm, he lasted a long time, almost outlasting her strength.

He came with little warning other then the fact that his cock seemed even bigger now then it had just minutes earlier. His cock seemed to be doing push-ups in her throat, then she realized he was cumming directly into her belly. Horrified at the thought of swallowing sperm, she backed up feeling it pouring down her throat, then it was in her mouth and she could taste it. It was one of the most delicious things she had ever put in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out and sperm dribred out the sides of her mouth as she gulped and he still wasn;t done cumming. More rolled around her tongue before sliding down her throat and she jerked his cock off with one hand making sure every drop was in her mouth, but suddenly she screamed in orgasm and lost control getting one last splatter of hot cum across the face.

Confused, Wendy looked down to see what had made her orgasm and saw her free hand frantically rubbing her clit. After cumming, the guilt hit her and she fell back from his still hard cock in horror. "What have I done? Please tell me this was all a dream? My god, Stan..."

"Is a weakling, but I understand. It was a mistake, you could not help yourself. Masai cock is hard to resist. I will not go naked before you anymore, but your cock sucking s*******s were impressive and I will let you service me anytime you desire."

Wendy watched him leave then ran into her house crying. The guilt didn't last long. By the end of the weekend, she knew she both loved and prefered sucking black cock. She wanted to do it again.

* * *

Barbie sat in a chair all weekend staring at a piece of paper with writing on it that said: I want to suck more black cock, I want to eat more cum, I wish I could swallow his entire cock, I love sucking Mobutu's cock, and My husband is a wimp who can never satisfy my need for superior black cock.

Mobutu didn't move the doll until he got back from class on Monday. Then he stripped it and placed it kneeling at black Ken's feet, blowing some marijuana smoke at them just to be on the safe side.

He watched through a window as Wendy got home from work wearing another skirt and jacket. She stared at his house and she walked into her own. His doorbell rang ten minutes later. He opened his door to find a confused looking Wendy standing before him wearing a robe. She looked nervous, like she didn't know quite what to say. "P-please your h-highness, I'd like to suck on your c-cock again."

"Is this wise? I don't want you to do it if your going to regret it again."

"I won't regret it. I have to do it again. I promise I will do better. I only have an hour until Stan is home."

"Then you may." Mobutu walked over to his couch and sat down spreading his legs open. "Remove the robe and crawl to me."

Wendy dropped the robe, she was nude underneath and fell to her knees. She crawled over to him, her mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off again. "May I remove your cock your highness?" she asked when she arrived between his legs.

"You may and I want you to tell me what you think of my cock as you do."

Wendy's hands fumred with the buttons, opening his pants and pulling the zipper down. "I want to suck on your cock so bad. I was afraid I'd never see it again. Oh yes," she said when her hand closed around it and she pulled it out of his pants. "I love your black cock your highness."

"You may proceed then."

Wendy attacked his cock, quickly licking it before taking it back in her mouth. She managed another inch today before he came and she swallowed every drop. Nor did she quit there, she kept him in her mouth clamping her lips around the head and tugging on it until he turned hard again. Wendy had just swallowed his second load when she realized the time and ran home with her robe untied and flapping behind her. She made it inside just before Stan got home. Mobutu watched all this from his window grinning.

He kept the Barbie in the chair staring at the words all week not even bothering to kneel her before the black doll. Wendy came over every day after work and blew him, often swallowing several loads of cum before running home. By the end of the week, her lips were kissing his pubic hair, she had swallowed his entire shaft. "You love it in your mouth so much, imagine how it will feel in your pussy," he said as she ran out the door on Friday night.

Stan never knew why he got nothing but tv dinners and pizza that week, nor why she didn't eat much with him saying she wasn't hungry.

Wendy had a rough night. "Imagine how it will feel in your pussy?" echoed through her brain. She tossed and turned in her relax alternately riding Mobutu's black cock, being crushed beneath his weight, or kneeling before him being fucked doggy style. The dreams moved to every room of her house. She was on the kitchen table, she was bent over the couch, everywhere she was fucking Mobutu.

Wendy actually had an orgasm in her relax just dreaming about it. She awoke towards dawn, breathing heavy, her body completely aroused. Her pussy was soaked with arousal and a little sore. She had dreamed Mobutu had emptied his balls into her waiting pussy.

* * *

Mobutu woke up and showered. He waited for Stan to leave and *******ed time by writing more commands for Barbie to stare at. He finished and cleaned Barbie off. The doll laid on her back with it's legs bent upwards. Mobutu had stabbed a hole in the crotch and masturbated on it again making sure plenty of sperm had poured inside the doll.

He took black Ken and laid it naked on the cot. Then he drew a baby on Barbie's belly and colored it black with the marker before sitting the Barbie astride black Ken.

* * *

Wendy walked out into her yard naked, she no longer even bothered with her bikini. Mobutu was lying naked on her cot sunning himself. She had just been fantacizing about riding his cock in just that position. Could this strange black man read minds? Did he know how bad she wanted to fuck him?

"I hope you don't mind Wendy. I saw Stan leave and thought I'd get an early start."

"No, I don't mind."

"You may suck on my cock."

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd let me try it in my pussy. I know it's too big to fit, but I'd like to try."

"I have never met a woman who can't handle my cock, though all are nervous at first. You may both fuck and suck me off. The royal family has been bred to orgasm more then ten times a day. We can fuck all day if it pleases you."

He talked like he had been with hundreds of women, the thought of which would of disgusted her if she wasn't so hot for his cock. "It pleases me," she said dropping between his legs.

Wendy sucked him until his cock was rock hard and glistening. She was reluctant to remove it from her mouth, her belly growling with hunger, but her pussy craved it more. Giving no thought at all to the fact she was unprotected, Wendy stood over his crotch, held his cock up and poised it on her labia, a place untouched by any man, but her husband until now. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself, feeling her labia part around the big cock head and it kept parting, stretching wider then it ever had before. Just when she thought it would rip her apart, the head entered her all the way.

Wendy stayed frozen squatting over the cot letting her body get used to him. She looked at Mobutu's grinning face, then down his muscular chest. She could just see the base of his cock between her breasts. His shaft was glistening as fluid flowed down it, soaking his crotch. Her pussy was lubricating it, making it easier for her. She hadn't know she could get this wet. She circled her hips around his cock head and lowered herself some more.

She felt stuffed full after five inches, the thickness filling her as much as her husband's entire, much skinnier penis. Her pussy was gripping his shaft tightly, spasming occassionaly as it continued to get wet. She was breathing heavy when she hit the half-way mark, the pee-slit just teasing areas deep in her and previously untouched. It was starting to feel good, real good.

Wendy needed to cum and started flexing her legs, raising and lowering herself along his cock, taking a little more as she got used to it. The orgasm came quickly and was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The one her husband had given her weeks ago was like comparing a firecracker to a stick of dynamite. "OH YESSS," she screamed loud enough her other neighbors might have heard her. The orgasm almost made her pass out, it curled her toes and made her legs go weak, so weak they couldn't hold her up anymore. She collapsed, impaling herself on the rest of Mobutu's cock. The shock she felt from all the pleasure and pain it gave her did make her pass out.

When she recovered the pain was gone. Mobutu was kissing her lips. She had collapsed forwards, her breasts mashing against his muscled chest. Her pussy had contoured itself around his entire cock. She could feel every ridge, vein, and bump. A thick vein ran the length of his shaft and it pulsed with each beat of his heart. Each pulse sent a spasm of pleasure throughout her body. Her heart was racing and she was filled with a sense of joy. This was were she belonged.

Mobutu cupped her ass with his strong hands and lifted her a little, begining to buck his hips while kissing her. Wendy arched her back as she came again. She took over riding him to orgasm after orgasm. They grew stronger when he leaned up and took one of her thick nipples between his lips.

Wendy rode him until her leg muscles got sore. "Do you realize what a great honor you are about to recieve," the black man asked grunting occassionally.

"I do," she said and the hose in her pussy exploded. His cum was so strong, she felt it would throw her off him like she was sitting on a geyser. Her mind was exagerating of course, but it still felt powerful. Wendy came with each wad that shot out of his cock and she collapsed again.

She came to her senses lying in the grass on her back. Mobutu was still lying on the cot. His cum crusted cock rested across his thigh, soft, but still long and plump. "That was incredible," she said staring up a him with a look of worship on her face.

"Come clean my cock off," said Mobutu.

Wendy crawled to him and took his dirty cock in her mouth, it quickly turned hard again and she deep throated him until he filled her belly with his hot sperm.

He didnt cum ten times like he had bragged, but they fucked three more times after she blew him. By the time she went inside before Stan got home, her knees were grass stained and grass stuck in her sperm covered body.

Wendy wanted him again on Sunday, but there was no opportunity. By Monday, she was so cock-crazy, she left work early and was waiting on Dr Tanaka's steps when he got back from class.

Wendy fucked him in his bed for as long as she dared before Stan got home. She was starting to resent her husband. He was keeping her from Mobutu's cock.

Wednesday night, Wendy woke up from another powerful dream. She was covered in sweat and now she craved his cock in her ass. Her butt-hole even stung a little and she was so sweaty, it felt like she had cum in her ass. What was happening to her? First she had sucked him off, then commited adultery, now she wanted him to sodomize her. Wendy played with herself before going back to relax. This time she used her free hand to stick a finger in her ass.

* * *

Mobutu made sure plenty of his sperm ran into the new hole he had poked in the doll's ass. He then sat the doll back down in the chair staring at the paper with the following commands:

I am a slut for black cock.
My body belongs to Mobutu, he is my master.
He can put his cock anywhere.
It pleases me to serve him.
* * *

The pain made Wendy happy. Some of the tissue in her ass had ripped, but it meant she was one step closer to getting her ass fucked. Mobutu grunted and pushed the entire head in stretching her anus out even more. "D-don't waste time your highness," she groaned. "Push it in, I can take it."

Mobutu pulled back and thrust forward. She took about eight inches before it wedged. Wendy screamed, bucking, trying to get away from his spear, tears rolling down her eyes as Mobutu kept a firm grip on her waist.

She calmed down after a few minutes, but still sobbed. "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked.

"No master, I want you to fuck my ass." Wendy didn't know where "master" had come from, but it was appropriate. Mobutu started to move, starting slow, but picking up pace. "Fuck me master, fuck my ass. Give me that black cock." Wendy continued to babble the whole time he fucked her. Towards the end, it actually started to feel good and she looked forward to when her ass was permanately stretched out to accomodate him. His cum was like a soothing balm coating her sore insides as it swelled up to fill the vacuum left by his deflating cock.

"Greetings Stan, I thought I would pay a neighborly visit."

"That's Mr Marsh, your highness," said Stan sarcastically.

"Of course, Mr Marsh," said Mobutu stepping inside."

Wendy walked into the room and Stan was confused by the way his wife's face lit up when she saw the arrogant black man. "Dr Tanaka, what a pleasant surprise."

"Is there something going on here, that I don't know about?"

"I have come again to offer you ten thousand dollars in exchange for your wife."

"That's it ass-hole get the fuck out of my house," screamed Stan.

"Honey," interupted Wendy. "I suggest you accept Dr Tanaka's generous offer."

"Huh?"

"Yes, Mr Marsh. My offer is generous. That kind of money is worth a lot of cattle to the Masai. I have fucked your wife all week. She is no longer happy with your pathetic white man's penis. She is hooked on black cock."

Stan felt weak and the color drained from his face. Wendy hadn't contradicted the black man. "H-honey, is this true?"

"Yes, Stan. I have sucked, fucked, and taken his superior black cock up my ass. You will never satisfy me now. I'm hooked on his giant black cock, it's all I think about now."

"Think about it Mr Marsh. I need to go home and make a quick call. When I come back, I am going to fuck your wife in your marital bed."

This was all too much for Stan, his legs gave out and he fell to the floor with shock. Wendy ran upstairs and he followed. She was actually primping herself. She put on some make-up and brushed her hair before stripping and lying on the bed. He heard Mobutu slam the door as he returned.

"Wendy, I don't want you to do this."

"I have to Stan, it's what I was born to do."

"If you love me, you'll end this now."

Wendy just smiled sympathetically at him and sat up on the bed as Mobutu entered the bedroom. She thrust her breasts out prominately as if posing for the black man. Mobutu was already half-naked, like he had started stripping climbing the stairs. Stan's wife reached up, pulling open his already unbuttoned pants. "Wendy stop," he yelled at her then, "dear god." Wendy was holding what looked like a black python in her hand. The black man's cock was huge, he hadn't been lying when he said it was thirteen inches.

Stan had been harboring ***ous thoughts in his mind. There was a loaded gun in his dresser. He seriously considered getting it and putting a bullet into both of them, but he wasn't really a violent man. Instead, as Wendy wrapped her lips around the black man's cock, Stan's dick got hard.

His penis became uncomfortable and he was powerd to remove it, then touch it, soon he was stroking it as he watched his lovely wife deep throat the black man's impossibly large cock.

Later, Stan swore his wife jerked her head back from the power of the black man's orgasm. Sperm poured out of her mouth as Mobutu's large load overflowed it. Stan started sobbing as he looked away, finding himself looking at his own cum drying and flaking on his abdomen. His orgasm was pathetic compared to the one the black man had just emptied into Wendy's mouth.

"Look master, my husband has his little worm in his hand."

The black man just grinned at Stan and moved between Wendy's legs. Soon Wendy was screaming with pleasure and speaking profanity as Mobutu pounded her pussy with his cock. Stan's own dick had never gone down and he found himself stroking it again, cumming long before the black man. Mobutu was kneeling between Wendy's legs with her legs in his arms. The position provided Stan with a disgusting view of the black cock pistoning in and out of Wendy's pussy.

Stan came a few more times, his penis never deflating. He watched sperm pour out of Wendy's pussy. He watched Mobutu order her on all fours before the black Masai fucked her for a while doggy style, then pushed his cock into her ass. Stan couldn't help noticing the ease in which she recieved it.

Mobutu finally left early in the morning leaving Stan staring at his wife's prone form. Stan went over to the dresser and was reaching for his gun when his legs suddenly turned weak and his erection finally disappeared. He walked on his knees and placed his face in Wendy's sperm soaked pussy. He began eating her with gusto.

For the next two weeks, Stan slept on the couch while Mobutu took over his marital bed. When the black man left in the morning, Stan would crawl between his wife's legs and suck Mobutu's sperm out of her pussy. He lied to himself thinking he was doing this to keep her from getting pregnant, but knowing billions of sperm were assaulting her womb every day. Secretly he enjoyed doing it.

The last time he ate her out, she jumped up with a start and ran to the bathroom throwing up. She immediately called Mobutu and ran next door.

* * *

Mobutu escorted the pregnant woman out of the clinic. Wendy was beaming and constantly running her hand across her belly. This was what she wanted, not to be a lawyer, but to have dozens of black babies. "Where are we going?" she asked as they got in the limo.

"To the airport," Mobutu said to the Kenyan driver. "Call and have the jet readied."

Many black Africans helped Wendy aboard the jet, smiling at her. Mobutu turned to the limo driver and said something strange, "I need you to go to my house and burn what you find in the den. Do you understand?"

The driver nodded and bowed. Minutes later the lear jet took off into the sky bound for Africa.

Unfortunatly, the driver decided to stop for lunch before carrying out Mobutu's orders.

* * *

Mobutu in his haste to get to the clinic had bumped into the dollhouse and knocked white Ken from it's spot between Barbie's legs. Stan's ***ous thoughts returned as soon as he saw the limo pull out of Dr Tanaka's driveway.

Stan was no dummy, he knew his wife was probably pregnant. He grabbed his gun and walked over to Mubutu's house. He planned to wait for the limo to return and then shoot the couple as they entered the house. He broke the glass on the sliding door and walked into the house. Hie eyes falling on the dollhouse as he passed through the den.

Stan couldn't believe his eyes. The Ken doll laying on the floor, the slutty sayings written on paper in the rooms, the black Ken lying nearby. The sperm-crusted Barbie lying on the bed with holes poked in her crotch and ass. Stan was a skeptic, barely believing in god, only going to church for Wendy, but this looked for the world like a set of voodoo dolls.

He picked up Ken and examined it, seeing the little hair stuck in glue on the dolls crotch. He pulled it off, and immediately felt a strange since of relief come over him. He picked up Barbie, noticing she had the glued hair also as well as a black baby drawn on her belly. He ripped her hair out too.

Stan picked up the black Ken. He was reaching for the hair when instead his hand moved up to the doll's head. With a sudden jerk he turned the head around backwards and dropped the doll on the floor.

* * *

It was ruled a freak accident. Guards burst into the private room when the girl screamed. She was kneeling beside Prince Mobutu's prone form. His cock was hard and glistened with her saliva. However, the shaman's head was bent awkwardly backwards and his shallow breathing faded to nothing. The jet made an emergency landing in the Canary Islands.

Wendy was given the death penalty in Kenya for being alone with Mobutu when he fell and broke his neck, but King Usawe stayed the execution and took the white woman as one of his wives. Mobutu's mister was given to the tribe to raise as it's new shaman. Wendy bore Usawe many youngren as she and the King's five other wives tried to keep his carnal needs satisfied. She still lives in Kenya.

THE END

Damien


Une semaine après je me rendis à l'adresse que Lamine m'avait donné.
L'immeuble délabré se trouvait dans le 17ème arrondissement de Paris.
Dans le hall il y avait quelques noirs qui jouaient aux dés.
Je leur demandais où je pouvais trouver Abdou, l'un deux m'indiqua une porte au fond d'un couloir su 5ème étage.
Je montais au 5ème étage et frappait à la porte où était marqué sur une étiquette 'M. A. Diouf'.
Un grand noir d'environ 40 ans ouvrit la porte, il était vêtu à la mode africaine, c'est à dire d'un grand boubou bleu, il me regarda et me demanda "Que voulez-vous?
- Bonjour je m'appelle Damien, je viens voir Monsieur Diouf de la part de Lamine.
- Ah c'est toi le pédé qui veut faire des plans cul ?
- Oui.
- Entre et appelle-moi Abdou".
Abdou me demanda de le suivre jusqu'à une pièce où il y avait un bureau.
Abdou s'installa derrière mister bureau et me dit "Alors c'est bien vrai tu veux vraiment des plans
cul avec des blacks ?
- Oui.
- Tu es sur de ce que tu dis ?
- Oui tout à fait.
- Tu te rends compte qu'ici ce n'est pas le Hilton.
- Bien sur.
- Depuis combien de temps te fais-tu enculer ?
- Depuis que je suis adolescent.
- Tu t'es fait enculer par combien de mecs ?
- Je ne sais pas, des dizaines c'est sur mais je n'ai pas compté.
- As-tu déjà fait des partouzes ?
- Oui.
- Combien de fois ?
- Je ne sais pas plusieurs fois et surtout depuis que j'ai fait la connaissance de Lamine.
- Combien de temps es-tu resté en Cote d'Ivoire ?
- deux mois.
- Est-ce que là bas tu t'es fait enculer par des blancs ?
- Non j'ai justement été là bas pour baiser avec des noirs, les bites des blancs et même des arabes ne me suffisent plus, elles ne mistert pas assez grosses.
- Bien, combien de fois est-ce que tu t'es fait enculer là bas ?
- Tous les jours.
- Combien de partouzes ?
- Je ne sais plus environ deux fois par semaine.
- Combien de mecs t'ont enculé au maximum pendant que tu étais là bas.
- Quinze.
- Combien de fois ?
- Deux fois.
- Est-ce qu'il faut s'occuper de ta bite ?
- Non je ne bande pas.
- Bien, qu'est-ce que tu n'aimes pas faire ?
- Rien.
- Tu es sur ?
- Oui.
- Est-ce que tu as déjà sucé une bite qui était sorti de ton cul pleine de merde.
- Oui.
- Ca t'a plu ?
- Oui.
- Est-ce que tu as déjà pris plusieurs bites dans ton cul en même temps ?
- Une fois.
- Et alors ?
- Rien je ne peux pas dire que j'ai aimé mais les deux bites mistert rentrées mais ce n'était pas des
noirs, c'était deux blancs.
- C'est bien d'être franc, tu parles de plaisir, que veux-tu dire par-là ?
- Quand je baise avec un mec je jouis comme une femme, je crie, je hurle mon plaisir, j'adore
sentir une bite ente mes lèvres ou coulisser dans mon cul.
- Tu sais ici, quand on fait des soirées cul, ce n'est pas vraiment baiser avec des mecs, ils
t'enculeront, tu seras leur chose, ton plaisir ils s'en foutent, la seule chose qui compte c'est
de tirer leur coup dans un cul c'est tout.
- Je l'avais compris.
- Enlève ton pantalon et ton slip".
J'obéis, une fois cul nu, Abdou me dit "Penches-toi en avant, écarte tes fesses et montre-moi ton trou du cul".
Je m'exécutai, Abdou se leva il palpa mes fesses pour en mesurer l'élasticité et me dit "Tu as un
joli petit cul blanc bien rebondi et élastique, ça va plaire.
- Merci.
- Mais de rien par contre ton trou est tout petit.
- C'est normal, il y a une semaine que je n'ai pas baisé.
- Que tu ne t'es pas fait baiser tu veux dire.
- Oui.
- Bien d'ailleurs je me suis rendu compte car dès que j'ai touché tes miches tu as eu un frismister.
- C'est vrai.
- Bon rhabille-toi et après je vais te montrer quelque chose.
- Vous voulez bien de moi dans vos soirées ?
- Patience, chaque chose en mister temps, te prendre là maintenant dans ce bureau oui tu vas y avoir droit tout à l'heure, il faut que je me fasse cette rondelle mais pour ce qui est de te prendre
pour les plants cul on va voir.
- Voir quoi ?
- Ce que je vais te montrer et après ce que toi tu vas me montrer avec ton cul et ta bouche de
pute.
- D'accord".
Abdou se rassit pendant que je remettais mes affaires puis il me dit "Assis-toi".
Je m'exécutai, Abdou ouvrit un tiroir de mister bureau, en sortit une enveloppe d'où il extirpa des photos.
Après avoir posés les photos sur le bureau il me dit "Chaque fois que je vois un nouveau qui veut se joindre à nous, je le prends en photo avant qu'il ne devienne des nôtres puis au bout de quelque temps, ça me sert pour les nouveaux.
Voilà j'ai choisi deux photos d'un pédé qui nous a quitté il y a quelque temps, il avait un cul à peu près comme le tien.
Regarde voici la photo que j'ai prise de mister trou du cul le jour où comme toi il est venu me voir et voici la photo du même cul après une soirée avec moi et mes potes".
Ce que je vis était édifiant, effectivement le trou du cul sur la première photo était tout à fait normal, petit, ferme et absolument pas ouvert alors que sur la deuxième photo on voyait un trou complètement boursouflé et ouvert.
Abdou vit mon regard et me dit "La deuxième a été prise un samedi matin après une soirée/nuit de baise et maintenant regarde aussi cette photo prise le lundi soir après deux jours de calme, je m'en étais assuré en gardant la permisterne chez moi pour être sur qu'elle ne se ferait pas baiser pendant le week-end".
La photo que me tendit Abdou montrait un trou du cul à peine moins enflé et ouvert que sur la précédente, c'était fou en deux jours le trou de balle du type ne s'était pas refermé.
Abdou me dit "Et cela ce n'est qu'après une nuit, maintenant regarde au bout d'un week-end complet de baise".
C'était impressionnant, l'anus du type n'était plus qu'un cratère béant, il était tellement ouvert que ce n'était pas la peine d'écarter les fesses pour le voir.
Abdou me dit "Alors qu'en penses-tu ?
- Je ne sais pas.
- Tu veux toujours venir passer quelques moments avec mes potes et moi ?
- Oui.
- Je vais te dire une dernière chose, tu peux dès maintenant à commencer à manger du sans résidus car crois-moi avec un trou du cul comme ça tu ne peux pas te retenir de chier, un trou du cul dans cet état est plus mou qu'une chatte qui vient de se faire fourrer. Voilà tu sais tout, réfléchis tu peux encore refuser, la seule chose qu'il faudra faire c'est de me laisser te baiser et je te laisserai partir mais je sais que pour ça il n'y a pas de problème, depuis que j'ai touché ton cul je sais que tu as envie de te faire trouer.
- J'accepte la proposition, baisez-moi et acceptez-moi au sein de votre groupe.
- Attends ce n'est pas si simple, je vais d'abord te baiser ici puis ce soir chez toi pour que je puisse t'évaluer comme si c'était un examen de passage, il n'est pas question que je montre à mes potes une salope qui pleure après quelques minutes de baise.
- D'accord.
- Bon il reste encore une chose que tu dois savoir.
- C'est quoi ?
- Les conditions de baise.
- ..
- Je vais te montrer comment ça se passe un plan cul ici".
Abdou m'amena au 2ème étage, il ouvrit une porte et me dit "ce sera ici que tu te prépareras chaque fois".
La pièce était vide à part une chaise, une cuvette de WC et un bidet.
Abdou me dit "La chaise c'est pour poser tes affaires quand tu arrives, les chiottes c'est pour que tu pisses ou éventuellement tu chies avant de nous rejoindre, le bidet c'est pour te laver le cul et faire tes lavements avant de nous rejoindre.
- D'accord".
Abdou ouvrit la 2ème porte de la pièce, cela donnait sur une vaste pièce avec des matelas posés à terre, des tables basses et des lumières tamisées.
Abdou me dit "C'est ici que se passent nos petites sauteries, c'est dans cette pièce que mes potes et moi te casserons le cul chaque fois que tu viendras
- O.K.
- Très bien remontons dans mon bureau".

Ecole de Dressage



Lila James comptait bien dire au petit ami de sa fille ce qu'elle pensait de lui. L'homme enseignait à une école d'élevage canin assez tard au centre communautaire local, et cela, pensât-elle, était un aussi bon endroit pour discuter que n'importe où.Mark Jessup ne prononçât pas un mot lorsqu'il vit la marâtre entrer. Il lui indiquât juste qu'ils pourraient parler lorsqu'il aura finit et continuât mister cours, avant de guider Lila jusqu'a mister bureau. "Puis-je vous offrir une tasse de café?" Demandât-il, cherchant à paraître magnanime.

"Bien sur, pourquoi pas." Répondit elle, patientant jusqu'à ce que la tasse soit dans ses mains.

Lila bue une petite gorgée de la tasse. "Je suis venue te demander de rester loin de ma fille," commençât la femme. "Tu n'est pas mister type, elle mérite mieux que ça. Je sais qu'elle t'apprécie, et je sais qu'il en va de même pour toi, mais je sais que tu la quitteras. Les gars dans ton genre le font toujours, et je ne veut pas voire ma fille anéantie." Mark Jessup se contentât de rester assis et écouter la vieille bique. Il avait déjà entendu de tels mots de sa part auparavant, cependant bien moins qu'il en était le cas à présent, et à vrai dire, d'après ce que Kaylee lui avait dit, il l'avait plutôt prévue de la part de sa mère. Eventuellement, elle s'essoufflât. "Et bien, j'ai dit tout ce que j'avais à dire, je vais donc y aller. Mais j'insiste. Reste loin de ma fille." Le jeune homme sourit doucement.

"Je ne pense pas que vous aller quelque part, Mme James, au moins pas avant de vous être assise et d'avoir écoutée ce que j'ai à dire."

Lila s'était déjà relevée, mais elle se rassit à nouveau, et Mark sourit. Le calmant faisait effet. Il le gardait pour les chiens à problèmes. C'était un sédatif puissant, mais il avait aussi ses effets sur le mental. Il n'était pas sur que cela fonctionnait sur les humains, mais il ne tarderait pas à le découvrir.

"Tu n'est qu'une vielle garce inutile," Commençât-il. "Permisterne ne t'aime. Tu intimide et effraie la plupart des gens et tu aimes tyranniser. Ces soi-disant permisternes que tu appelles amie ne mistert en faite que des gens qui ne peuvent se défaire de ton influence, et ce qu'ils mistert réellement, c'est effrayé. Ta propre fille ne t'aime pas non plus. Tu es une ville chienne manipulatrice qui cherche à contrôler toute sa vie. Tu tentes de lui dire quoi faire et penser, et lorsqu'elle ne le fait pas, tu la sermonnes. Ton mari ne pouvait plus supporter tes attitudes hautaines, c'est ainsi qu'il est parti. Je vais le redire, Mme James Permisterne ne vous aime."

L'home continuât a frapper la pauvre dame de ses mots. Si elle avait été elle-même, elle aurait répliquée depuis longtemps, mais à présent, elle restât immobile et encaissait ce que Jessup lui disait. Etait-ce une larme, pensât-il, en continuât de la rabaisser. C'était effectivement une larme, et cela ne fit que le rendre plus agressif encore.

"Permisterne ne t'aime." Répétât-il, "Mais je vais t'aider. Je vais te contrôler. Il n'y a guère de différences entre les chiennes récupérées ici et celle qui est devant moi. Elles veulent toutes de l'attention et si on le leur donne, alors on peut en faire ce que l'on veut. Tu as besoin que je te contrôle parce que si je le fait, cela signifie qu'il y a au moins une permisterne qui te porte de l'attention. Comprend-tu?"

Lila James se contentât de hocher la tête, engourdie.

"Ouais." Reprit-il. "Tu n'est une vieille chienne inutile. Permisterne ne t'aime et c'est la vérité. A présent, ne serais-ce pas l'heure de commencer ta formation?"

A nouveau, Lila James acquiesçât. Elle n'arrivait à croire que cela lui arrivait vraiment.

"C'est bien," Dit-il en se levant de sa chaise et s'approchât de mister bureau. "Tu est une bonne, petite chienne, n'est ce pas?" il tapotât la tête de la femme. "Tu est une bonne fi-fille." Déclarât-il. "Oui, tu l'est. Tu est une bonne fille n'est ce pas... Une bonne fille..."

Lila restât immobile alors qu'il continuait de tapoter le haut de mister crane. Elle voulut résister mais savait qu'elle ne pouvait pas.

Mark Jessup lui sourit. "Oui, c'est une bonne, très bonne fille. Maintenant, il est temps de te dresser, n'est ce pas?" Il tapotât a nouveau sa tête. "Ouais, tu est une bonne, une bonne fille."

Lila ne pouvait s'en empêcher. Elle était immobile alors que le petit ami de sa fille commençait a déplacer ses mains sur mister corps. Il lui défaisait ses vêtements et la mère ne pouvait rien y faire. Elle ne pouvait que laisser l'homme continuer.

Il la laissât en sous-vêtements, passant sa main dans le dos de Lila, continuant de lui dire a quel point elle était une bonne fille, alors que sa main défit l'agrafe de mister soutien-gorge, et le lui retirât.

Puis Lila sentit le jeune homme passer un collier de chien en cuir par dessus sa tête jusqu'à mister cou. Elle pouvait sentir le métal froid contre sa peau, avant de sentir l'homme serrer fermement le collier. Elle le sentit alors attacher une laisse au collier. Puis il tirât sur la laisse.

"Debout" Ordonnât-il, et lorsque Lila fut trop longue à obtempérer, il donnât au collier un coup plus ferme.

Presque contre sa volonté, Lila se retrouvât sur ses jambes.

"C'est une bonne fille sa." Remarquât-il, et lorsque Lila sentit la main de l'homme glisser sa culotte le long de ses jambes, jusqu'a ce qu'elle soit totalement nue. Elle ne pouvait le croire. Elle était nue, et étrangement, au fond d'elle, elle savait qu'elle aimait cela.

Lila James pouvait sentir les mains du jeune homme sur mister corps, alors qu'il continuait inlassablement de lui rie combien elle était une bonne fille.

"Assis" Ordonnât-il ensuite, et lorsqu'elle mis trop de temps a obéir, elle sentit l'homme pousser sa tête vers le bas et sentit mister corps glisser sur la chaise.

"Debout" Dit il encore, et encore, Lila fut propulsée sur ses pieds par le collier.

"Assis" Dit il alors, et a nouveau, Lila repris sa place dans le siège. Sursautant, la pauvre a me réalisât qu'elle réagissait vraiment à ce dressage. Lorsque le petit ami de sa fille lui ordonnât de se lever a nouveau, elle le fit, et lorsqu'il lui répétât "assis", elle le fit, également. Elle réalisât qu'il était de plus en plus improbable qu'elle puisse jamais lui résister.

"Assis" Dit il, et a nouveau elle fut assise face à ce démon, sauf que cette fois, elle se retrouvât devant le sexe du garçon. Elle se demandât a quel moment il l'avait sortit.

"Ouvre la bouche" Ordonnât il, et a nouveau, laquelle mis trop de temps a se conformer à ses exigences, Mark tirât sur mister collier, et presque instinctivement, elle ouvrit la bouche.

Lila haletât lorsqu'elle sa bouche pris le phallus, puis lorsque cette dernière partit s'enfoncer profondément dans sa bouche. Se fut plus fort qu'elle, et en plus, cette queue était bonne.

Lila James se contentât de sucer ce membre rigide alors qu'elle avait toujours cru que c'était répugnant, mais plus elle le faisait, plus elle voulait continuer. Elle réalisât soudainement qu'il était prêt a jouir, et que lorsqu'il le ferait, il se rependrait dans sa bouche, et pourtant, pourtant... Elle ne pouvait rien y faire. Elle continuât de rester assise et de faire aller et venir sa bouche sur ce bâton de chair.

Mark Jessup le savait également. 'C'est une bonne fille." Dit il a Lila. "C'est vrai, tu est une bonne, bonne fille. Continue simplement de me sucer ainsi."

Lila obéit servilement. Elle savait que c'était alors inévitable, et incroyablement, elle attendait avec impatience. Elle voulut que cet homme jouisse. Elle le voulait en bouche.

"Bonne fille." redit Jessup, et au fond d'elle, elle le cru. Elle n'avait jamais sucer un homme auparavant, mais elle était heureuse de sucer celui-ci. Elle était contrôlée et d'une certaine façon, cela semblait correct pour elle.

"Il est temps de continuer ton dressage n'est il pas?" Lila ne put se powerr à s'offenser.

"Je pense qu'il est temps que tu apprenne à te tenir debout." Lui annonçât-il.

Etranger, pensât-elle, n'avait-ils pas déjà maitrisé cela. Elle découvrit rapidement que ce que Mark avait en tête était largement différent. Cette fois, lorsqu'il lui donnât l'ordre d'être "Debout", il voulait que Lila se mette à quatre pattes, et qu'elle le reste jusqu'a ce qu'il la libère.

Elle résistât encore un peu au début, mais quelques coups sur la laisse la convaincu qu'il était mieux de faire ce qu'il voulait, et rapidement, elle fut dressée à se mettre a quatre pattes à mister ordre.

Lila se tenait sur ses genoux et ses mains sur le sol tandis que Mark lui tournait autour. Elle pouvait le sentir l'inspecter, et elle savait qu'elle aurait du s'offusquer, mais elle en était incapable. Ce qu'elle voulait c'était mister approbation. Elle faisait de la gymnastique trois fois par semaine et pensait mister corps en bon état, mais elle voulait vraiment mister approbation.

L'homme tapotât a nouveau la pauvre femme sur les cheveux. "Tu est une bonne fille," La complimentât-il. "Tu te tiens vraiment bien."

Lila aurait remuée la queue si elle en avait une, mais comme ce n'était pas le cas, elle le laissât l'observer sans rien dire Après tout, il ne l'avait pas autorisée à bouger.

Elle sentit alors sa main glisser sur mister corps. Sa paume fit mister chemin jusqu'au dos de Lila puis sur ses fesses Elle le sentit les presser puis glisser entre elles, et elle sut que cela ne devrait pas arriver.

"Bouge plus." Ordonnât Mark lorsque le corps de Lila commençait à se tendre, et il dut redonner l'ordre. Lentement, mister corps finit de trembler et s'immobilisât. Elle le laisserait faire tout ce qu'il voudrait.

"Bonne fille," Dit il avec délice. "Sa, c'est une très bonne fi-fille..." Et Lila rougit alors que la main recommençât a la caresser possessive ment.

Mais alors sa main commençât à glisser entre ses jambes, et l'instinct de Lila s'alarmât, lui disant de fuir à toute jambe, mais c'était avant d'entendre Mark lui ordonner a nouveau de ne plus bouger. Dès qu'elle l'entendit, ses instinct de survie disparurent peu a peu. Elle aller rester la où elle était, et si Mark voulait toucher mister minou, cela devait lui convenir.

Elle sentait un doigt glisser entre ses cuisses puis il le pressât contre sa chatte. Elle soupirât un peu lorsqu'elle le sentit aux porte de sa féminité, mais elle savait ce qu'elle devait faire, et restât docilement immobile même après qu'il eu glissé mister doigt en elle.

Lila James se mit à gémir alors que le doigt de Mark misterdait sa chatte, mais elle restait la où elle était comme il l'avait dressée.

"Tu est une bonne fille" Redit il alors. "Et tu à une chatte si belle et humide. Maintenant tu vas rester la ou tu est. Bouge pas."

Lila gémit faiblement. Instinctivement, elle savait ce qui allait arriver, mais elle fut tout de même surprise lorsqu'elle le sentit la chevaucher par derrière.

Ses gémissements se firent plus intense lorsqu'elle sentit le petit ami de sa fille pénétrer sa chatte, et encore plus pendant qu'il allait plus profondément en elle. Elle ne devait laisser cela se faire, se dit elle a nouveau, et pourtant, elle se sentait forcée de rester la ou elle était. L'homme commençât à aller et venir en elle.

"Ohhh..." Elle aimait cette grosse queue et se mit a gémir a tout vas. Elle resterait. Elle aller le laisser la prendre comme une femelle en chaleur.

Lila sentit les mains de Mark sur ses hanches alors qu'il misterdait sa chatte avec mister membre. Elle haletait vivement en le sentant aller et venir en elle, puis elle le sentit. Le plaisir grandissait en elle. Non, se dit elle, cela ne doit pas m'arriver. Elle était incapable de résister cependant. Cette bite continuait de la baiser et elle ne faisait rien pour l'en empêchera, et le laissât la prendre.

Lila se mis a grogner. Il ne pouvait y avoir de doute sur ce qui arrivait en elle. Elle allait jouir. Elle allait jouir si fort, et elle ne pouvait rien faire contre.

Lila haletât intensément lorsque sa chatte ruisselante succombât à mister membre dominant. Le garçon se mit profondément en elle et y restât, alors que sa chatte l'enserrait doucement. "Tu est une bonne fi-fille." Dit il alors qu'elle continuait a jouir. "Une très bonne fi-fille."

"Tu as une bonne petite chatte" Lui dit il alors, et cela fit plaisir a Lila. Elle avait besoin de mister respect, de mister avis.

Mark sortit de sa chatte et sourit méchamment. "A présent, on va te dresser pour autre chose. Tu vas apprendre à te coucher."

Lila ne savait ce qu'il entendait par la.

"Couchée." Dit il, et cette fois, il posât sa main sur le bas du dos de Lila. "Couchée." répétât il, et cette fois, ses jambes cédèrent lentement sous elle jusqu'a ce que mister corps glisse au sol.

"C'est une bonne fille. " Lui dit il encore en caressant ses fesses. "Tu est une très bonne fille."

Lila se tenait à plat ventre contre le sol et il se pressât contre elle. Elle le sentit écarter ses jambes et pousser sa queue entre ses fesses. Il était sur le point de la baiser a nouveau. Elle gémit d'envie.

Elle avait raimister. Sa queue glissât entre ses jambes et il la pénétra à nouveau. Elle rallât de plaisir tandis que sa virilité passât entre ses lèvres puis en elle. Elle geignant doucement. Elle adorait déjà la sensation de cette bite en elle.

Il continuant à aller et venir en elle et elle adorait cela. Elle voulait lui plaire, elle avait besoin de lui plaire. Elle gémit encore et encore. C'était si bon. Elle le voulait, elle en avait besoin.

Elle sentit alors mister corps bouger sur les siens et enfoncer mister marteau plus profondément encore. Elle aimait cette bite. Elle avait besoin de mister sexe.

Une douce chaleur repris possession de mister corps et sa petite chatte serrât le gros membre pendant qu'elle eut un nouvel orgasme. Elle n'arrivait pas a croire qu'un homme puisse la faire jouir ainsi, mais elle en avait tellement besoin.

Mark se retirât a nouveau de sa chatte accueillante. "Je pense qu'il est temps d'une nouvelle commande. N'est ce pas?"

Lila se contentât de rester sur le ventre, laissant le dernier instant de mister orgasme faire trembler mister entrejambe. Elle essayera tout ce qu'il voudrait. Elle obéirait.

"Essayons celle-ci. Roule."

Lila grognât avant de lui obéir. Elle roulât sur elle-même et levât les yeux vers lui. Elle regardait Mark et mister gros, grand pénis et soudainement, Lila savait ce qu'il allait faire.

Pour la troisième fois, Mark glissât entre ses jambes et commençât à la posséder avec power. Cet homme ne s'arrêtait donc jamais? Elle espérât alors qu'il ne le ferait jamais. Elle aimait trop mister membre pour cela.

Mark s'occupât de mister entrejambe asservi, allant aussi loin qu'il le pouvait alors qu'elle était pantelante de désir.

"Ouais, tu aime sa. " Se moquât-il, en sortant mister sexe rigide. "Et bien, je suis sur que tu vas adorer sa." Dit il au même moment ou mister sexe s'enfonçât puissamment, rapidement au fond de sa cave inondée

Lila criait pendant que mister minou se soumettait à mister engin. Elle voulait plus encore. Tellement plus.

Mark allait et venait puissamment en elle alors qu'elle restait pantelante, soumise à un plaisir intense. La regardant, il dit "Parle."

Ce ne fut qu'a cet instant qu'elle réalisât qu'elle n'avait dit un mot. Il la manipulait. Comment pouvait il lui faire cela. Elle levât les yeux vers lui. "Pourquoi tu me fait sa?" Demandât-elle

Mark sourît "Pourquoi? Parce que je le veux. Parce que je veux et que je le peux. Et parce que tu aime sa, toi aussi."

"C'est faux..." Gémit elle.

Son sourire s'élargit. "Si, tu aime. Et si tu veux, je peut le prouver."

Elle le regardât dans les yeux alors qu'il restait immobile en elle.

"Implore." Ordonnât-il

Pour un moment, elle se demandât si elle avait bien compris, puis s'aperçut que oui, et sut ce qu'elle devait dire.

"Faites-le." demandât-elle. "Prenez moi. Baisez moi."

Ses gémissements empliront la pièce lorsqu'il recommençât à la baiser avec puissance. "C'est une bonne fille sa. Implore." Ordonnât il ensuite.

"Hohe..." Elle en avait tellement envie. "Pitié, baisez-moi avec Votre grosse bite..."

"C'est une bonne fi-fille." L'encourageât il, continuant à la besogner. "Mais t'arrête pas. Continue. Implore."

Grognant de désespoir, elle se mit à supplier encore et encore, implorant le petit ami de sa fille de la faire jouir, de se rependre dans sa chatte. Elle le voulait vraiment. Elle voulait qu'il jouisse en elle, et savait que si il continuait encore un peu, il le ferait, il lui donnerait ce dont elle avait tant besoin.

L'homme était proche, si proche, et une femme entrât dans mister bureau. "Mark," Criât-elle. "Que fait tu?!" Puis elle vit la femme sous mister petit ami. "Maman! C'est toi?!"

Lila ne pouvait se Controller. Elle savait que sa fille regardait. Mais c'était plus fort qu'elle. Elle continuât. "Baisez moi... Prenez-moi..."

Mark ne s'arrêtât donc pas de défoncer sa chatte et elle n'arrêtait pas de le supplier et de gémir de bonheur. Elle le voulait. Vraiment.

Il poussât sa queue dans la chatte affamée de Lila et elle grognât de plaisir, sentant mister sexe se déverser en elle. Elle savait très bien qu'elle ne devrait pas, mais elle le voulait. Elle aimait le sentir jouir en elle, elle aimait le sentir la remplir de sa semence fertile.

Et puis, tout en jouissant en elle, Lila entendit l'homme lui donner un autre ordre. "Jouie." Elle sentit alors sa chatte se presser fortement contre cet imposant pénis, et avant qu'il ne finisse de se rependre, elle sentit sa chatte se détremper et jouir a nouveau.

Lila James était extrêmement gênée. Comment pouvais elle avoir laissée sa fille la surprendre ainsi? Elle voulait lui dire quelque chose, mais il n'y avait rien à dire.

Mark Jessup laissant la femme jouir fortement puis poussât mister sexe en elle pour attirer mister attention.

Lila James gémit lorsqu'elle sentit à nouveau cette queue dans sa chatte. Oh ça alors, pensât-elle, c'était si bon.

L'homme regardât la jeune femme toujours dans l'encadrement de la porte. "Au pied." Lui dit il.

Lila James relevât les yeux de stupéfaction alors que sa fille entrât dans la pièce, puis s'approchât respectueusement de mister petit ami.

"C'est une bonne fille," Lui dit mister petit ami avant de pointer l'index à côté de Lila. "Couchée." Ordonnât-il.

Lila regardât alors sa fille commencer à retirer doucement ses habits, puis elle commençât à réagir plus vivement. Sa propre fille se fut bientôt dévêtît de ses vêtements, puis, sa mère regardant, la jeune fille retirât ses sous-vêtements, pour enfin être complètement nue, se couchant à côté de Lila et écartât les jambes.

"C'est une bonne fille," Répétât Mark à l'adresse de la fille de Lila. "C'est une très bonne fi-fille. Maintenant, implore."

"S'il Vous plait," Suppliât-elle." S'il Vous plait baisez-moi avec Votre grosse longue queue."

Lila regardât bouche bée sa fille, puis le regard de marque se tourner vers elle. "C'est ton tour. Implore."

"S'il Vous plait," Geignant la femme, "Baisez-moi à sa place."

"C'est une bonne fille," Dit Mark, "Voila deux très gentille petite chiennes."

Et ce fut tout ce qu'elle serait depuis lors, réalisât Lila. Elle et sa fille n'étaient à présent que deux chiennes en chaleur, bonnes qu'a supplier d'être baisée, et c'était tout se qu'elle seraient dès lors...

Et ce fut dès lors tout ce qu'elles furent, deux chiennes en chaleur, bonnes a supplier pour être baisée...

Merci pour ces histoires, à vous lire prochainement...

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Boypussy


Jack ran a small but very successful company. His team of 30 graphic designers, salespeople, artists, public relations specialists, and marketing talent comprised one of the top advertising and PR firms in the city of Houston. He ran a tight ship, and was respected by all of his employees. Together they stood up against even the larger national firms that outstripped them substantially in resources. As Jack pointed out regularly to his team, their agility and keen understanding of the market kept them ahead. No less significant, though, was the strength of the team. Any of Jack's employees would have followed him off a cliff if he'd only asked. His charisma and sincerity made him an easy guy to look up to as a role model.

At home Jack was just as dedicated. He'd met his wife Diane in college and now twenty years later, they had two boys, Jack Jr. and Todd. Jack Jr. was a college freshman, and Todd was a high school senior, living with Jack and Diane in their beautiful home in one of the nicer neighborhoods. Jack worked long hours but still made time for his wife and kids. Diane was a research physicist at a nearby university, and between the two they juggled schedules to spend as much time together as a family as they could.

Jack showed up to work one day and walked into his office to find a young man sitting, waiting, in one of the guest chairs. He quickly examined the stranger as he walked towards his back and the young man started to turn towards him. A slight build, blonde stylishly-matted hair, maybe a bit of a fake tan. This guy didn't seem at first glance like a candidate for any of the open positions on Jack's team. He couldn't imagine why his assistant Dave had sent the guy in.

"Hello," Jack said, extending his hand as the young man stood and turned to make direct eye contact with him.

"Hi," the young man said, not extending his hand back. Jack was unsettled. Such a lack of social graces couldn't possibly befit a member of his team.

"Did Dave send you in? I'm sorry, I wasn't aware you were going to be coming. I'm not even aware who you are, I'm embarrassed to say."

"I'm here for you."

"Excuse me? I don't understand what you mean. Are you applying for a job?"

"No, I don't need a job."

"Oh. Then I'm afraid I'll have to ask you to leave. Who let you in, may I ask?"

The young man seemed unfazed by Jack's questions, ignoring them and responding with unrelated questions of his own. But at this he paused, looked Jack directly in the eye—Jack averted his glance just a little, uncomfortable—and the boy asked him,

"Do you like pussy?"

"Excuse me? That's not really appropriate. I'm going to have to ask you leave."

"I want to know if you like pussy. Do you like it? Do you like fucking pussy?"

"Young man, I'm going to call the police."

"Just tell me, it's all I want to know. Tell me you like pussy."

Jack was put off greatly but didn't really know how to reply. He didn't really have any security guards, but he could obviously overpower the kid. A bit concerned about getting sued for battery, he figured he was safe since the kid was breaking and entering, essentially. He walked over and grabbed the kid by his shoulders.

"Just tell me. Do you like pussy?"

Exasperated, Jack rolled his eyes. "Yes, OK? I love it. I love pussy. Now get the fuck out of my office."

The boy smiled, just at the very corner of one side of his mouth. "Then you're going to love my boypussy."

Jack stood, confused, not even sure what to say. The young man just took Jack's hands in his own, lifted them off of his shoulders so that he could turn around, and set them back down. Then he hooked his thumbs around the waist of his jeans and in one motion slid them down and arched his back so as Jack looked down he saw the boy wasn't wearing any underwear. Jack was stunned, his thoughts still racing to catch up. Dumbly, he finally shook his head to clear his thoughts and just said,

"Your... your what?"

"Look at it."

Jack was sure any moment he'd wake up, but what a peculiar dream. What was happening? His face wrinkled in perplexion, Jack shrugged and looked down, as the boy asked.

He couldn't really see much more than the cleft of the boy's ass. Briefly he considered why he even cared, why he was actually doing as the boy asked, but before he could follow that chain of logic very far, he knelt down to get a closer look.

As the boy arched his back, his cheeks parted and Jack, moving like a man underwater, slowly saw the smooth skin of the boy's crack as the cheeks peeled apart. Just as he knelt fully into a squat, Jack saw, nestled deep between the boy's pudgy ass-cheeks, his wrinkled, brown anus, pulsing as the boy clenched and unclenched his sphincter.

Jack furrowed his brow, as if intrigued, as if trying to get a better look. He was entranced. He'd never really seen another guy's asshole, and for some reamister he found it fascinating. Looking at the change in skin tone as it approached the boy's hole, seeing how the pucker wrinkled up and squeezed together when the boy clenched, seeing the creamy smoothness of the kid's ass-cheeks, Jack just knelt and stared dumbly like a man looking at one of the wonders of the world, head cocked to the side a bit, brow furrowed in concentration.

Finally, Jack's concentration was broken as the boy twisted to turn and look down at Jack kneeling on the ground behind him, staring down over his shoulder. Jack turned his head up to meet the boy's gaze.

"My boypussy needs to be fucked."

Jack heard the words and immediately it dawned on him. Of course! That tight, wrinkled hole, that was what it was for, then. Fucking. Immediately Jack imagined bending the boy over his desk and shoving his cock into the boy's inviting asshole.

But as soon as the image entered his head, Jack's mind cleared just a little. What the fuck was going on? He was at work, trying to get work done, and this boy was in his office, wouldn't say where he was from, and now Jack was on his knees behind the boy staring entranced at the kid's asshole? This was fucked up. Something was wrong. Jack shook his head, trying to clear his mind from the strange, thick mental fog it seemed to be trapped in.

The boy saw Jack struggling, and the boy's face clouded with concern and anger as he opened his mouth again and said,

"Fuck my boypussy, now"

Jack heard the words and then thought... wait, he'd lost his train of thought. What had he been thinking about? He blinked, confused, and then spotted the winking orifice right in front of his face. Of course! He'd been thinking about how much he wanted to fuck this kid's boypussy. That was what that hole was there for.

The boy saw Jack regain his focus on his butthole, and the boy smiled a smile that didn't look very nice. He kept talking, encouraging Jack.

"Come on, fuck it. I need my boypussy stuffed full of cock, I need it stuffed full of your cock. Stuff your big cock into my hungry boypussy."

As the boy kept egging him on, Jack became more and more eager. Man, he couldn't wait to fuck this kid's hot boypussy. It was like just being near the boy made him hornier and hornier. Jack licked his lips. He was having a hard time thinking of anything but sex. He felt his cock swelling in his suit pants. What meetings did he have? That was much less fun to think about. He wanted to think about natural things, primal things, not boring work. Jack reached out and grabbed the boy by his hips, stood up, and pushed the boy over to his desk.

With one sweep of his arm Jack shoved his laptop and a bunch of work papers off his desk to make room for the nubile young boy. He shoved the kid face-down over the desk so his asshole was fully exposed. Then Jack unzipped his suit pants, reached in and fumred with his briefs until he got his cock out. The hard organ flopped out, the head already dripping precum.

"Shove it in me, shove that cock in my hot, sticky boypussy. Fuck my hot boypussy, slam against my soft butt."

At first Diane was still immobilized by the sight of her mister's ass, but soon she started running out of air and it broke her from her trance. Todd sat down hard on his lady's face as she started struggling, then thrashing. Jack and Jack Jr. grinned along with Todd as they held her arms. Her muffled screams were barely audible in the same room, so none of them gave them any care. Jack even just laughed.

"Oh yeah, mom, it feels fucking hot having you rubbing against my boypussy like that. Too bad we can't let you live."

Todd's face twisted into a maniacal grin as Diane's movements slowed and finally stopped.

"Oh my God," Jack said, "You just sladyed mom to death with your hot fucking boypussy. That was so hot to watch, it makes me want to fuck that hot boypussy so hard."

Todd grinned and hopped off his lady's lifeless body. "Come on, dad, I want it harder than ever before."

Jack Jr. stared, drooling, as his dad plowed his younger brother right in the asshole. Over and over he slammed him until he shot a load deep inside Todd's guts.

Afterwards, they disposed of Diane's body. None of them even discussed what had happened or had the slightest sense of remorse or regret for the death of the boys' lady and Jack's wife. All they could think about was boypussy. Boypussy. Boypussy. Todd wanted his plowed. Jack Jr. wanted his stuffed full and wanted to shove his cock in another. Jack just wanted to feel his cock enveloped in it, in the soft moist velvetine grip of a hot boy's rectum.

The next day, Todd went to school, showed up at Exeter Boys' Academy, and struggled to focus during his classes, or at least not to give in and start fingering his boypussy hole right in the middle of any class. He excused himself several times during the day to finger himself off in the bathroom, he was so horny. By the end of the day he was desperate for a real man to play with his boypussy. He showed up to swim team practice and was in the locker room surrounded by all the other hot boys and was boned up, hard, considering begging one of them to fuck him in his hot, hungry boypussy. But then he had a better idea.

He changed into his tight little Speedo and sauntered his way into the coach's office.

"Hey, Todd, what's up?" Coach asked, without even looking up.

"Um, Coach, I have a problem..." Todd started.

"Oh yeah? What's wrong?"

"I was hoping you could look at this for me and tell me if it's normal." Todd tugged on his Speedo to wedge it into his crack as he spoke, and then turned around.

"What? Todd, are you joking? Pull that out of your crack."

"Oh, I tried, but I can't, Coach. It's wedged in there good. Wedged in my boypussy."

"Todd, what is this, some kind of joke? What did you just say?"

"I said it's wedged in my boypussy, Coach. Do you like pussy, Coach?"

The Coach, at this point, was sitting still, staring, looking a bit spacey, at Todd's ass.

"Uh, what?"

"Do you like pussy, Coach? Do you like fucking it? Do you like fucking pussy?"

"Uh, I like pussy, yeah, Todd. I like it, I really mostly like eating it." As the words came out, Coach flinched with shock, unsure why he'd just spoke them.

"Oooh, Coach, I bet you'll love eating my boypussy, then."

Coach's eyes widened as Todd spoke and his mouth dropped open. "Um, your boypussy? You want me to... you want me to eat your boypussy?"

"Yeah, Coach, here," Todd said, and he hooked his thumbs around his Speedo and slid it down. Coach's eyes went even wider as he saw between Todd's ample butt-cheeks as he bent forward to slip his Speedo down, his cheeks spreading and his tight puckered hole visible.

"Oh, God, Todd, your boypussy, it's so hot. I've never eaten a boypussy before, just normal pussy."

"You're really in for a treat, then, Coach. It's much better to eat boypussy than normal pussy. Normal pussy is gross, but boypussy smells just like a boy's pussy should, like a nice boy's butt hole, and it tastes so good. You're going to love tonguing and eating my boypussy hole. Try and see."

Coach reached forward and grabbed Todd's butt-cheeks in his hands and gently drew the boy back by his ass against Coach's face. As his hole neared the Coach's mouth, Todd smiled a mean smile and stretched his lower back even more, spreading his cheeks wide to give the Coach maximum access.

Coach's face had taken on a new look, a kind of desperate zeal, and as the boy's ass approached his face he grinned a wide grin and stuck his tongue all the way out. The tip of it made contact with Todd's tight, puckered anus, and Coach moaned aloud as it did. He continued, sinking his tongue right into Todd's willing, hot boypussy hole until his tongue was completely enveloped in the wrinkled rectum and Coach's lips were pressed against his hole, as if French kissing Todd's anus. Coach went wild, grunting and licking and slurping at the boy's boypussy, and Todd was in Heaven, egging him on.

"Ooh, yeah, Coach, lick that boypussy, get it nice and clean. Lick it good, make it feel good inside. Get that tongue deep inside my hot boypussy. You need it, you love it. Eating boypussy is all you ever want to do."

Eventually Coach had eaten his fill, Todd's boypussy was sparkling clean inside and out and dripping with Coach's saliva, and Coach's face smelled like a high-school boy's ass.

"Send the rest of them in, one by one," Coach ordered, in a daze. Todd smiled, knowing soon he'd have plenty of playmates.

Todd went back to the locker room and told them each, one by one, that Coach had asked to see them. First he sent in Danny.

"Coach wants to see you, Danny."

"What for?"

"Didn't say."

"Are you OK, Todd? You look kinda funny."

"You should go in to see Coach, Danny."

Danny was concerned. Something seemed wrong with Todd. He went into the Coach's office and mentioned it.

"Coach, Todd said you wanted to see me, but he seems kind of... funny."

"What's funny about him, Danny?" Coach asked, staring at the boy with hungry eyes. It wasn't lost on Danny. He shied away from the Coach who stood up from his chair and walked towards him, grinning.

"Uh, Coach... Uh, what's with your..." Danny was staring at the Coach's crotch, where his gym shorts were tented out with an obvious, massive erection.

"What? Danny, that's nothing. Why don't you come over here?"

"No, that's OK, Coach, I think I have to go."

Coach lunged for the door as Danny went to open it, slamming it shut and grabbing the boy by the wrist with his other hand.

"LET GO!! HELP!!!" Danny began to shout, terrified of his Coach, formerly a kind and thoughtful man but now seemingly a deranged maniac.

"Shut up, Danny!" Coach clamped his hand over the boy's mouth. Danny tried to struggle but was helpless against the older, much stronger man. Behind Coach's hand, Danny screamed, but it was so muffled there was no hope anyone would hear.

"Ooh, Danny, look at this hot body of yours. How did I work with this hot body for so many years without enjoying it? Look at that wet, hot bathing Speedo. Look how it cups your hot butt so well. Lemme feel it—ooh, yeah, feel that hot butt-flesh covered by the nice, smooth lycra."

Danny was struggling, and began to cry as he felt the older man's big, strong arms clutching him close, holding his mouth shut, and also groping his young body lewdly, feeling and squeezing his butt cheeks like Danny felt his girlfriend's tits. Only this wasn't his girlfriend, this was his Coach. And these weren't tits. This was Danny's ass.

"I'm gonna get me a taste of that boypussy, Danny. I want what's nestled between these big hot butt-cheeks of yours."

With that, Coach slid Danny's Speedo down, pinning the boy's legs together, and shoved him forward so he tripped and fell over the Coach's desk. Danny cried out, first in surprise, but then in shock as he felt the Coach's stubred face pressing into his ass-crack.

But then Danny felt the Coach's tongue swipe up over his asshole, and he thought, that really felt good. It felt hot, way hotter than squeezing his girlfriend's tits. In fact, as the Coach licked his asshole, Danny had more and more trouble even remembering what his girlfriend looked like. Or imagining ever wanting to touch her tits again. And then the Coach started wiggling the tip of his tongue up against Danny's cuckolds brownie-chute and as Danny felt Coach's tongue pressing his wrinkled tight asshole open and beginning to fill him up inside, Danny realized how hard his own cock was, and how hot and nasty it was having Coach tonguing out his ass.

"What'd you say you were doing, Coach? You wanted to taste my... my boypussy?" Something about the word had an electric effect on Danny, even as he said it, his cock throbbed and leaked precum. "Ooooh, fuck, Coach, my boypussy, boypussy, boypussy," Danny kept saying it, pumping his pelvis in time with the word, grinding it back against Coach's scratchy face and sliding his slippery cock back and forth across the desk as he did, "Yeah, it feels so fucking good having you eating out my boypussy, Coach. Keep on eating, eat it out, yeah, fuck, fill my boypussy up with your hungry tongue!"

After his turn, Danny stumred out with his Speedo up but visibly tented out by his hard, dripping cock, and he sent the next boy in, who was even more concerned than Danny had been. As the door shut, Danny immediately heard a yell and a series of loud thumps, and he just kept walking away from Coach's office, his face widening into a mean grin, his eyes defocusing, his breathing ragged.

Each of the high school boys went, clad only in a Speedo, into the Coach's office. Each came back fifteen minutes later. When each boy returned, his eyes were a bit glazed, staring off in the distance. His mouth hung open loosely. He looked vacant, a bit stupid. But he looked hungry, too. Todd, Danny, and the rest just smiled a mean smile.

When the last boy had gone and come back, the Coach came with him. "Team, I think you'll agree with me," he said, his face stinking like a used toilet, "That there's too much hot, wet, Speedo-clad boypussy on this team to waste all this time with you guys just swimming in the water."

The whole team began moaning and gyrating.

"I want to see each of you eating another boy's pussy out, and good."

They went to work, the whole swim team, like a horde of starving zombies hungry for other boy's butts. Speedos immediately lay torn on the ground and the boys were all naked, bent over, wrapped around each other, faces in asses, licking and slurping and sucking at each other's butts. Coach just watched and smiled.

"Yeah, I want to see you really eat each other out. Hot fucking boypussy, look at that. We're never swimming again. You hot little fuckers are coming in here every day to put those hot boypussies to good use."

The next day all the swimmer boys showed up, disheveled and looking quite tired, for class. It didn't take long before each teacher got nice, close-up view of at least one of the swimmers' tight boypussies, and it went straight from there to outright debauchery.

By the end of the day, every teacher had one of his boys bent over his desk, his uniform belt undone, uniform trousers slipped down far enough to expose his smooth, hot boypussy, his starched shirt and tie rumpled as the teacher, pants around ankles, fucked his brains out, moaning aloud, cum dripping everywhere. And through the rest of the classroom, the other boys who weren't currently getting fucked by the teacher were groping each other, fingering each other's holes, tonguing each other out. Some of the older, bigger boys were even taking turns bending some of the smaller, more effeminate ones over the school desks and fucking their boypussies, too.

There was a line of cute boys out the door of the principal's office, and through the window of his office, he could be seen fucking one redhead's boypussy with reckless abandon while another stood on his desk, bent over, the principal's face buried between his spread cheeks.

It had only taken 2 days for the affliction to wash over Exeter Boys' Academy, and now it was a lost cause. The whole building was overrun with horny boys begging to get their boypussies eaten and fucked, and the whole staff were hooked, overwhelmed, desperate to eat and fuck the students' hot boypussies as they wished.

Some of the boys boarded at the school, but many of them, like Todd, lived at home. And at night, when they went home, they knew what they had to do.

One of the boys' dads picked him up in his new Lexus SUV. Through the open window as the two drove off, a nearby boy smiled wickedly as he overheard:

"Hey, Dad, do you know what you're eating for dinner?"

"I don't know—I haven't talked to Mom yet."

"Mom's got nothing to do with it. Here, look down here."

Not 200 yards away the SUV screeched to a frantic halt against the side of the road.

None of the families of the Exeter boys would ever be the same.

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A New Role for My Husband

I'm 5-9 tall and weigh 225 pounds my husband Carl is 5-7 tall and weighs 175 pounds. He's in good shape and I'm pretty solidly built and strong and the fact that I am larger than my husband had not been an issue for us until one day.

So one day Carl is bitching about me wanting him to do something around the house and for whatever reamister I grabbed him by the shoulder, he pushed me, I pushed him and we stood glaring at each other. He said, "Make me."

And I guess I was really pissed and it was once too often for me to take so I said, "I will." And we lunged at each other.

I wasn't sure what I was going to do if I won or lost but I just tore into Carl. He had trouble getting a hold on me I guess he hadn't thought about how much bigger I was than him. It didn't take long before I was all over Carl pounding on his back, getting him in some holds that I knew from wrestling with my brothers when I was a kid and to be quite honest literally kicking his ass a few times. I didn't realize it at that point but I don't think Carl had much of an offensive attack in the fight. I grabbed Carl's thigh with an arm between the legs and dumped him on the floor then jumped on top of him. He was stunned by my weight landing on him and I bent his arms and legs while bouncing on his stomach and was just pounding on him.

I didn't realize how one sided the battle was until I found myself sitting on Carl's back with one arm bent behind his back and one leg pulled up to my side. I asked if he knew who was in charge and Carl meekly answered, "You are dear you win."

So here I was now not only able to dominate my husband but enjoying it and wanting to dominate him. I said to Carl, "So when I say do it you're going to get it done and fast, right?"

Carl offered a soft, "Whatever".

So I bounced my ass on his back and pulled his arm and leg a little tighter causing some real pain and said, "What was that?"

Carl quickly said, "I'll do whatever you want Chris." I released Carl's arms and legs and pulled him by an ear to his feet. Then with a firm grasp of his balls I told him to complete the chores I had told him to do, take a shower and prepare to please his wife in a manner befitting his new place in this house. Namely making sure I was satisfied.

That evening Carl spent considerable time on his back with me sitting on his face so he could eat my pussy and fucking me until he couldn't get it up anymore.

My newfound power over my husband led to more fun. There was this new guy at work a cute younger guy who seemed very interested in me. He was also a little guy 5-5 tall and 140 pounds but like I said cute and well one day we found ourselves in the stockroom together and yeah we started making out. It seemed like Tony had six hands because he was groping, squeezing and feeling up my tits, ass, thighs and every bit of my big body while we kissed. We didn't get beyond a quick make out session due to time but it was just the start.

In the coming weeks Tony and I had lunch a few times, made out in the stockroom a few times and I did manage to get my hands in his pants to find something rather impressive that I wanted to explore more in the future. I told him that I had a husband that he might have to fight to really get it on with me and he said he had no problem with that. That was even before I told Tony that I had beaten Carl so I set up a match.

So there we were with two men ready to fight for me, my husband to defend his right to his dominant wife and Tony looking to score some big girl pussy. Tony challenged Carl to fight nude, he hesitated but finally agreed. Oh what a lucky girl I am, Carl's 7 inches were almost fully hard but he wasn't the only one to get the surprise of the day seeing Tony's 11 inches at full stiff and waving in the wind. I thought 'Fuck I can only hope Carl proves to be a wimp again because I want to take a ride on Tony the pony.'

Even though Carl has 35 pounds on Tony I think the sight of a younger man with that monster cock demoralized my husband even before they got started. Carl well aware that I had kicked his ass also knew I wanted this seeming mismatch to happen so he must have been curious why. He was tentative at the start and Tony took control from the get go. Tony was much quicker than Carl and being more pussy hungry was much more aggressive.

It didn't take long before Carl was on his knees with his face planted in the floor, his left arm in a hammerlock behind back and Tony bumping his big dick against my husband's ass. Carl was defeated but still hard and maybe as surprised as I was when Tony reached around and began stroking his cock with his free right hand. "You lost Carl now I can finish kicking your ass or you can admit defeat and I'll get you off" said Tony with his face next to my husband's ear.

Carl didn't seem to want admit defeat but was obviously enjoying the hand job. "Oh come on Carl even if you're a loser I'll get you off, then it will all be over and I can fuck Chris like she needs it. Don't you want to get off before your wife gets fucked silly Carl, you bitch?"

Well I could see Carl tearing up, humiliated that he lost to a smaller opponent and was now getting jerked off by him and he said, :Yes I want to get off."

This was what Tony wanted to hear now he said, "That's nice Carl let me hear you beg to get off you bitch."

Carl paused as did Tony with his hand on Carl's cock and Carl quickly said, "Please get me off I'll do anything."

Tony continued to bump his big dick against Carl's ass and said, "Sure Carl since you'll do anything I'll get you off and you're my bitch right Carl?"

Tony just held Carl's cock until my husband finally said, "Yes Tony I'm your bitch." Then Tony jerked Carl's cock until he shot his load.

Carl sighed and relaxed as Tony released his hold on my husband's arm and pushed him to the floor on his back. Tony then quickly straddled Carl and sat on his chest and tapping his big dick on my husband's chin said, "OK Carl now that you're my bitch suck it." Carl looked a little scared but knowing full well his wife could kick his ass anytime and this younger guy with a bigger dick had beaten him and made him beg to get jerked off and was going to be fucking his wife he was broken and he did say he would do anything so my husband opened his mouth wide and Tony pushed the head of his monster cock between Carl's lips.

I knew this was a first for Carl and he was working at just sucking on the head of Tony's big dick. I was standing watching this surprising turn of events, thinking about sucking on that big dick myself and reached down to finger my moistened pussy.

With the head of Tony's cock in his mouth Carl was pumping the shaft with his right hand and Tony shot his load. Carl did his best to swallow the entire load but some dribred down his chin. I was so fucking hot I took my hand out of my panties and stood in front of Tony. I reached down to help him up, bent slightly and continued to pull him up onto my shoulder turning to carry him to the bedroom. Perched on my shoulder Tony felt good and as I patted his hot little naked ass I heard him say to Carl, "You can come in and watch if you want, you'll get to see how a man fucks your wife, you might learn something."

I plopped Tony down in the middle of the bed and stepped out of my panties. Tony looked me up and down then darted his tongue out at me in a very enticing manner and I said, "If you're hungry for pussy here comes your dinner." Then I climbed up and over to straddle Tony's hot sweaty little body and eased my already wet pussy onto his face.

And damn that boy can munch. He was poking is tongue into my pussy licking deep, teasing my clit, nibbling on my outer lips all while giving my fat butt a vigorous two handed massage. He does like the big fat butt which makes him all the more my kind of guy. I was surprised I didn't break him because I came and was really bouncing on him with a lot of weight but Tony was man enough to take it.

Finally I was feeling good but wanted to get in on some action too so I raised up and spun around into a 69 position. Once I was set Tony didn't seem to mind me being on top of him as he resumed lapping away at my pussy and I got an oral introduction to his big dick which was almost full hard. With a firm grasp of the shaft with one hand I took the head of that monster into my mouth. As I worked, and it is the biggest cock I've ever had, I was able to slide about half of it between my lips and that was an awesome feeling.

Finally I was doing me best sword swallowing taking about nine inches down my throat and pretty proud of myself for my first time sucking that big of a cock. But I was plenty wet from Tony's muff diving and I wanted to get stuffed with Tony's log. I rolled off of Tony and he looked a little flushed from being under my 225 pounds but he was smiling. I laid down and spread my legs wide, it didn't take a second for Tony to scramble to his knees between my thighs.

I had to gasp for breath as Tony poked the head of that monster dick past my pussy lips and probably halfway in on the first stroke but since I was so wet it went in easy. Tony took his time pushing in and out enjoying the cushion he had to push on. When he was pumping about 8 inches in and out with every stroke I braced my feet and humped my fat butt off the bed at him. Now we were getting going and Tony picked up his pace. It didn't take long before his flat stomach was smacking against my rounded belly and I was getting porked with the full 11 inches. Fuck it was glorious.

Tony pistoned in and out with that big cock practically bouncing off my body so I wrapped my legs around him, he pushed that dick deep into me and I squeezed him tight until he shot his load and fell forward into my arms. We hugged and kissed rolling over each other laughing and just having a great time. I love the feeling of holding a smaller man in my arms and legs and squeezing him into my body and Tony sure loves being engulfed all around by a big woman and playing with whatever parts he can get his hands on.

All that tight and close action was to my liking and it wasn't long before I could feel something long and stiff rubbing against my belly so I knew Tony was into it too. I rolled Tony onto his back and took his stiffening cock in my hands. It was a sweet feeling as Tony's choice hunk of meat throbbed and got hard in my hands and I was squeezing and pumping it with both hands, fuck a huge dick if fun to play with.

Well it was fun playing with that flag pole with my hands but to properly and thoroughly enjoy it I knew where I needed it. I straddled Tony's legs then moved forward and raised myself up high enough to aim the head at my pussy. As Tony stroked my thighs I took a deep breath and lowered myself onto his pole. I was going to take it slow but I was still so wet and stretched from just a few minutes before I quickly was taking half of it in me. As I moved up and down feeling well fucked in places never known before I lost control and in no time was smacking my sweaty ass on Tony's thighs and getting the full length of that monster up my snatch.

Tony had a fat tit in each hand as I rode his cock to my own pleasure. Finally I just settled down on top of Tony with his cock buried to the balls in my pussy and rocked back and forth. He was gently humping his ass up off the bed at me, he couldn't move much with me on top of him but it was just that little more pleasure.

Finally I was getting tired but being stuffed with a big fat dick it was a good tired so when Tony shot his load I raised myself up off his cock and just leaned forward laying on top of him. He didn't seem to mind being buried under me as started sucking on my tits.

The absolute best thing about a sweet young stud is he doesn't need a lot of rest time before he can get it up again. I made my way down to Tony's cock and held it my hand while I licked and sucked on his balls which oh boy does he like. In no time Tony's cock was hard and throbbing in my hand and something came to my mind. I kissed Tony, squeezed his cock and said, "Tit fuck time."

He got a big grin on his face and replied, "Oh baby that's super because you've sure got the tits for it."

Still holding his huge dick I replied, "And there's enough here to do the job."

I laid down on my back and Tony climbed up and straddled my stomach. After Tony rubbed some lubricant between my tits and on his cock I grabbed his ass and pulled him forward, his cock slipping between my tits. As Tony leaned forward to hold onto the headboard I squeezed my tits together with both hands and he slid his cock back and forth. It felt great and I almost laughed because when the head of Tony's fat cock poked out from between my tits it looked like a turtle poking its' head out of it's shell.

It was so much fun I probably could have enjoyed my first tit fuck for hours but boy when you're a horny woman with a wet pussy and an eager young buck with a big dick you just want to get fucked. So I said, "This is fabulous but let's get back to the action."

As Tony climbed off of me and I rolled over and got up on my hands and knees. He climbed up on top of me, sitting on my big butt and massaged my back and shoulders. Oh what a sweet young man to know how to treat a woman in between fucking her brains out, what a pleasure. I was so relaxed as Tony kissed the back of my neck and felt even better when I could feel his stiff dick rubbing against my back.

I sighed and said, "I think it's doggy style time big boy."

Tony squeezed my ass and replied, "It's fun to climb on and ride the big ones."

That sounded good to me so I raised myself up and Tony slid off behind me. "Make sure you hit the right hole back there, I have no desire to have my nice big butt busted in two."

Tony rubbed one wide cheek and kissed the other before saying, "Don't worry I love the meat of your fine fat butt not the hole." And with that he slipped his cock in my pussy and went right to fucking me good.

I was beside myself with pleasure as Tony was quickly smacking his belly against my big butt pumping his cock the full length in my pussy. It was a glorious feeling to get stuffed with a fat cock and I knew how lucky I was to have a horny young man who could get it up so quickly after my ass. Finally Tony held a hip in each hand, pushed his cock to the balls into me and shot his load.

Tony pulled his cock from my pussy and I fell flat on my stomach. He laid on my back and we dozed off for a few hours. When we woke he was hard and I was more than ready to roll onto my back and fuck him one more time.

I saw Tony regularly after that, with no objection from Carl and it was just the start of my new adventures.

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Dangerous Obsession


Saturday mornings had been our grocery day for years. Like a good husband I patiently navigate the shopping cart, waiting for Doris to make her selections. She always has questions for the stock boys about their schoolwork, grades and teasing them good naturedly about girl friends.

They usually humor her, treating like a favorite aunt. Although I have noticed some of them taking long leering looks her curvaceous five foot ten figure from a distance. She has gained about twenty pounds since our wedding day but in all the right places.

Those long stealthy glances always make me chuckle, pride of ownership I suppose. Most boys that age fantasize about older women and there's nothing wrong with that Doris of course does not see it that way and I never mention it; to her they're just nice young boys being friendly.

Whenever a new boy arrived, it never takes her long to reach beyond the nametag and ferret out all his business: what school, what grades, future plans, girl friends etc.

Everything took a different turn when a boy named Trevor was hired; a more than handsome Latino type, about five foot-six, with curly black hair and brooding dark eyes. It took a couple of Saturdays for Doris to break the ice with this extremely timid boy.

Once they became acquainted however, a strange bond developed between them and Doris began talking about him constantly. She found out through her gossip network that his parents had broken up the previous winter and simply left the city. He had been taken in temporarily by an older sister who didn't really have the financial means to support him; therefore he worked part time in the store. He was eighteen in his last high school year for the second time due to his parent's constant battles.

With no youngren of our own, me in my fifties and Doris in her mid forties; adoption had never been considered, mostly because of our careers. Now, due to downsizing we had both accepted severance packages. I had plenty of hobbies around the house but Doris was restless and now she came up with the insane idea that we should open our home to this young man. She wanted to give him a good home until he finished school and could look after himself. I told her that it was a crazy idea, he was not our responsibility.

But when Doris gets something into her head and assumes that far away trance-like look in her eyes; heaven and earth better move, or else...

She visited the sister - how she found the address was a mystery to me. To a single lady of two tiny tots in a one-bedroom apartment, my wife appeared as an angel from above. Strangely the woman did not see a problem with her kid brother going to live with total strangers.

Doris picked him up two days later and had him settled in one of our guest rooms. Trevor was polite and quiet and didn't seem at all phased by his new situation. Among his few possessions was a computer and he asked Doris if we had an Internet connection. We had never entered the cyber age ourselves but Doris immediately sent me out to arrange for a hookup. How else, would the boy do his homework she argued?

Once connected he rarely came out of his room. Doris fussed over him at meal times, wanting to know whether he wanted this or that to eat and then gradually changed our usual diet accordingly. After twenty-five years of marriage with no one else in the house I began to feel like a fifth wheel.

Doris could think of nothing else but her dear boy Trevor. She even began to great him with a hug when he came home which seemed peculiar to me; after all he was a star border not a relative but Trevor ate it all up. Those hugs gradually became lengthy mutual squeezes; I reamistered that he was lonely for the affection of a close knit family.

Her appearance changed as well, always a neat and well dressed woman but usually wearing loose fitting clothing around the house; although she didn't own a pair of jeans or other casual. Now I noticed a little more makeup, hair more immaculate, closer fitting shorter dresses or skirts accentuating and revealing her hourglass figure, particularly the form and cleavage of her generous bosom. If I didn't know better she was becoming more than infatuated with the boy and perhaps innocently leading him on.

I became envious, almost resentful of him, and Doris eventually became jealous of the computer, where he was spending more and more time.

One afternoon, after she'd been snooping in his room; she rushed down to my workshop with a crumpled towel. "What is the boy doing with this" she blustered. "Look, there are hard patches all over making it sick together" I chuckled at her, shaking my head.

"He's been playing with himself dear. He's a teenager; it's natural at that age. Put it in the wash and don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it! Masturbation involves sinful sexual fantasies! You know that is wicked behavior! We must talk to him about it. He shouldn't be doing that; it's harmful and unnatural. Do you think he's looking at those awful ladies on that web thing?"

"He's a teen, they gets urges; it's better than him getting some young girl in trouble."

"Sandy I'm surprised at you. I'm going to talk to him when he gets home from school." I shook my head again but didn't argue with her, thinking that maybe the boy would be embarrassed enough to leave.

I was shocked that night when she very delicately told him about it after we ate. He wasn't embarrassed at all but strangely, almost pleased she brought it up.

"It's impossible for me not to do it ma'am ... Mrs. Cooper. I get these feelings and it drives me crazy. If I don't ... I get terrible head aches." He spoke in a pained voice looking, for all the world like a sick puppy. That was a new twist on that old headache standard that I'd never heard before.

"Oh you poor boy," Doris reached across the table taking his hand in both of hers, her fingers gently padding his hand and stroking his wrist. "Oh Trevor my dear boy what can we do to help?" He just shook his head, shrugging his shoulders and looked back at her with an actual tear running down his cheek.

"It's impossible for me not to do it Doris." That startled me, up until now it had been Mrs. Cooper or ma'am. "Oh Doris, the head aches they're terrible."

"But Trevor there must be some way to make you well; we'll do anything to help you. Won't we Sandy? I nodded, feigning sympathy, knowing full well as a man that there was no cure for his problem that we could help him with

"Well Doris ... well there is something but ... but no, that's impossible!"

"Oh Trevor, dear boy, nothing is impossible; isn't that so Sandy?" I nodded again thinking that maybe he would ask us to pay for a whore. That would get Doris going, with her religious hang-ups.

"OK, but I know you'll be angry with me."

"Oh Trevor dear I could never feel that way about you." He looked straight at her with those big dreamy eyes. Then he lowered his head hunching his shoulders. "Trevor dear please tell me, you can tell Doris anything, you know that." He looked up at her again and then spoke in a halting pitiful voice.

"Maybe ... you could have ... sex with me. You know, show ... me how." My mouth fell open. Never in a million year did I expect to hear that but never in an even longer span of time did I think my puritanical wife would say what she did.

"Oh Trevor my dear boy, I'll do anything for you but are you sure; after all I'm not a desirable and slender young woman anymore."

"Oh but you're beautiful and shapely ... with nice big ... I mean... "he stared intensely at her breasts and then turned his head. "I ... I think about you when I ... when I, you know?" I was in shock. My straight-laced wife, who had never let me get beyond the missionary position or had to my knowledge never experienced an orgasm, was agreeing to commit adultery and with a boy at that. Well, he was eighteen but ... I sat at the end of the table, staring at both of them in turn while she continued to caress his hand.

I got up and yelled at both of them, "Over my dead body! You're not going to have sex with my wife! Get out of my house" He jumped up, looking scared out of his wits and ran up to his room.

Doris stared at me with eyes that could *******. "You scared that dear boy; how could you!" She was screaming on top of her lungs. "Shame on you, now go up there and apologize to him, right now!" I'd never heard my wife scream before; her permisterality had suddenly been transformed, in a 'Dr. Jekyll and Mister Hyde' scenario

"Doris have you lost you mind. We're married, how many times have you told me that marriage is sacred and adultery is a grave sin?"

"Yes it is adultery Sandy, but this boy needs my help. I wouldn't be doing it behind you back, so I'm not cheating. That makes it all right I'm sure of that. Now, we're both going up there and you will apologize to that dear boy." She rose and marched to the stairs. She stopped at five or six steps and turned gesturing with her hands, her eyes burning fire and brimstone. "Come on! The boy is suffering, probably crying and it's your fault!" I got up feeling and walking like a zombie following her, up the stairs to his door. She knocked on it. "Can we come in Trevor please? Sandy wants to apologize."

"No, go away! I'm going to ******* myself!" First the headache ruse I thought and now suicide; this boy is cunningly clever.

"See, what you done to the boy. Now get in there and say sorry!" She opened the door slightly and peered in. He was on the bed curled up in the *** position crying. Doris looked at me hard. "Now we're going in and you will apologize you hear!"

I pinched myself to make sure that I was awake. This was more than unbelievable; it was surreal, this couldn't be happening. My wife an intelligent woman, university graduate, former manager of a large branch bank, was being bamboozled by a horny teen. She opened the door fully and sat down on the edge of the bed stroking his curly hair. I couldn't have moved if I'd wanted to. My whole being was frozen in disbelief as I watched her comforting him.

"Now Trevor you stop crying, everything is going to be alright. Doris will look after all your needs and Sandy will say he's sorry for being so rude to my sweet boy. There now, you can stop crying, sit up and let Doris put her arms around you. " He sat up, swinging his feet down on the floor and she drew his face into her neck with one arm while patting his cheek and stroking his hair. She kissed his forehead and then lifted his chin with her fingers giving him an adoring look. "Give Doris a nice kiss now Trevor that comes first doesn't it." He nodded and they kissed gingerly but warmly. "There that's better isn't it dear?" He nodded again and then looked my way with a fearful expression.

"But Doris ... your husband; he's very angry with me." She drew his face into her neck again and stared at me accusingly, her lips moving. I was beginning to think that the boy was an alien from another planet. Nothing on earth would have made my wife act like this. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. Her yes flashed thunder and lightning, while her lips, which had never before let out an expletive, swore at me silently.

I heard my self, say that I was sorry and his tearful face turned my way. You mean that sir, I ... You let me do ... it with, your ... your wife?" My head nodded; again I was positive now that he was an alien, somehow controlling our minds.

"There that's better Sandy; I knew you would come to your senses. Now go downstairs and I will look after Trevor's needs." I turned to go as he whispered something in her ear. "You are so right dear Trevor, he should stay and watch. You tell him why yourself dear Trevor."

"Sir I ... I don't think it would be fair to have sex with your wife behind your back. Please stay?" Doris pointed sternly at a chair by the computer and then proceeded to undress the boy. I sat down like a robot and watched her undressing him completely. His cock was hard as a rock and it began to throb when Doris undressed herself, exposing her rubenesque body. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened with excitement as he drank in her amble curves. She embraced him drawing his face into her cleavage...

"Oh Trevor," she said and then let him go looking down at her thighs. "What happened?"

"I'm sorry Doris, I did it already." She looked at me.

"Well Sandy, make yourself useful get a towel, it's all down my legs!" I got up and rushed to the bathroom not believing what I was doing. I was now a towel boy for my wife's boy toy. They were kissing passionately, when I returned and I just stood there like the proverbial pillar of salt. He was fondling her heavy hangers and Doris just looked at me nodding at her thighs as she turned her lower body away from Trevor. In other words I had to clean Trevor's cum of her body. I got on my knees and wiped the gobs off her thighs and feet and then returned to my seat.

"Now Trevor the first thing you have to learn is that a woman must be prepared for sex, or penetration can be very painful. You don't want to hurt Doris; do you Trevor?"

He shook his head. She took his hand placing it in her vagina. "There you must finger it gently until it becomes moist. That's good just finger everything, oh that feels good Trevor oh you're so gentle." She kissed him again as he explored her bush. "There that's it Trevor my dear you found the spot. Gently now work you finger in there. Good oooh, good Trevor. I think I'm ready now" He began to shake. "Don't be afraid Trevor Doris will be gentle and guide you." I shook my head mentally; he wasn't afraid just aroused and excited knowing where his cock was going.

Doris got down on the bed spreading her thick thighs invitingly and reached for her stripling. He got on top of her and she held his penis to her vagina. He pushed it in, groaning with pleasure and shot his second load almost immediately. "There Trevor dear wasn't that better? You feel better now? Maybe tomorrow we can do it again."

He squeezed her tight and then lifted one of her breasts so he could suck on the nipple near her neck. She rubbed his curly hair encouraging him to continue. She had never understood my fascination with her mammary glands and had many times told me to stop that nonsense. "Oh Doris," he panted. I need more or I'll get a headache. Please let me do it some more now? Can I, please?"

"Of course Trevor as much as you need. Doris is here to help you with your problem." She kissed his forehead and he continued to suck her nipple while bouncing his ass. In about a minute he came again and then he rested for a minute or two asking her to please do it some more. About twenty minutes later he came for the fifth time and then rolled of her completely drained.

Doris waved me over with the towel and spread her thighs while stroking and kissing her boy toy. I stood there with the towel and she looked at me as if I was a dummy. "Well wipe my vagina can't you see I'm busy with Trevor." I did as she asked while she continued to fuss over him, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. I stood up when finished and walked back to my chair.

"Oh Sandy, wipe my penis; it's kind of wet." I stopped in my tracks; it was Sandy now, not sir. I stared at him in disbelief, well why not I had agreed for him to screw my wife. He brought one hand to his forehead and moaned.

"Sandy! Clean the boy that's the least you can do. You're giving him a headache." Touching a penis other than my own was the last thing in the world on my list of things to do but I did it rather that have Doris scream at me. You can go now dear, I want to have a few minute alone with Trevor." I went downstairs, walking in a trance, still carrying the towel, trying to make sense of an unbelievable situation. I rarely did the dishes unless Doris was busy but this time I did them, forgetting about the dishwasher without even knowing what I was doing. After finishing I sat down and turned on the TV until Doris came down.

"He's arelax now," she said sweetly. "Oh I know what you're going to say Sandy. I have committed adultery but I know heaven will forgive me. Sometimes sins can be forgiven if there is a higher purpose and I am saving Trevor from a life time of self use." She smiled at me and picked up her knitting.

"What about us now Doris we haven't done any thing for a couple of weeks now."

"Oh, is that all you can think about Sandy; Trevor needs me right now. Maybe in a week or so after he is cured we can think about that again." I didn't say any more, she had become totally irrational. The more sex that boy got the more he'd want. I got up and headed down to my workshop, trying to find peace of mind with my carvings.

"Sandy," it was Doris on the intercom. I looked at the clock I'd been here for more then two hours. "Come up here right now." She sounded upset, maybe the boy was leaving. That would be wishful thinking on my part, why should he leave a woman who was that easy. "I want you in Trevor's bedroom, hurry." They were both naked when I arrived.

"What took you long Sandy, the boy is getting a headache?"

"The little bastard" I thought. "He screwing my wife and I've been put on hold." They got on the bed and this time he came three times. I did my thing with the towel and then turned to leave.

"Oh Sandy, I just want to thank you for being so understanding about your wife helping me out." I turned and stared as he hugged and relished my wife...

"Well, Trevor I wouldn't mind getting a little myself." I turned to leave again.

"Sandy, how can you say that to the boy; he's the one with the problem?"

"Oh no Doris," he said. "That is unfair to Sandy; I know how bad I want it so I know how he must feel. I want you to do it with your husband right now."

"Oh Trevor you don't mean that. I must spend all my time curing you of those headaches. My husband can wait." Trevor held his head and moaned pitifully. "What is it dear should we do it again?"

"No, no Doris I feel so bad for Sandy you must do it with him right now."

"Very well my dear, we'll go to our bedroom." She kissed him and got up.

"No Doris I can't stand being without you. You must do it here but I want you to kiss me while he does it."

"But Trevor how? He'll be on top of me."

"No he won't, you stand on the floor and bend over me." She actually followed his suggestion or by the tone of his voice, his order. I wasn't long getting my pants down and ramming her doggie style, while they necked.

I had never been allowed to mount her this way before and it was like a completely different vagina. Her ass was churning as if she enjoyed it. Her excitement was obviously for him but I was getting the benefit. I held out as long as I could but finally succumbed to the inevitable and blew my load groaning with satisfaction. I pulled out and got up finding the towel to wipe my cock. He was already penetrating her in another position she had never experienced, with her on top. "Oh but Trevor," she said. I'm too heavy for you this way."

"Shut up and fuck, woman. I'll tell you if I don't like it." I stared at him in disbelief and waited for her reply.

"Sorry Trevor dear, I'm really sorry." He pulled her head down kissing her.

"Alright then woman, I forgive you but move your ass faster." He looked my way; "you can go now Sandy. I'll call if you're needed." I got up and headed for the door. "What do you say Sandy?" I looked back at him totally confused and Doris mouthed a silent thank you to me.

"Oh thank you Trevor," he nodded at me with a satisfied expression before puckering up his lips for Doris's, while closing his eyes and digging his fingers into her fleshy hips.

I went to the bathroom feeling oddly satisfied, thinking that maybe Trevor would get me more sex and certainly more variety than I ever had before.
He was now the king of the hill. After a few more days he began treating us both like we were his slaves. I found it incredible that Doris didn't catch on. She doted on him constantly, submitting to every sexual demand he made with a religious fervor. This was no longer about curing him from sinning; she was his devoted sex slave.

The next day he was a little late for the school bus because he had decided to screw Doris in the kitchen during breakfast. He had ordered her to be nearly naked whenever he was in the house, a flimsy short housecoat or chemise but no bra or panties. He had her leaning over the table banging her doggie style. "Listen Sandy," he said while stroking her. "I'm going to be late for the bus; get the car ready." I was sitting still eating my cereal watching them, my towel at the ready.

"Do as Trevor says now Sandy, ooh, ooh that feels good Trevor." I left and got the car out of the garage, he got in five minutes later. When we got to the school he told me to pick him up for the lunch break. I didn't dare incur Doris's wrath by arguing with him and told Doris when I got home.

"Oh yes dear he did say he was getting head aches in the cafeteria yesterday. It's probably better if I look after him at home. I don't think the food is that healthy there either?" I descended to my carvings; reamistering with Doris at this point was fruitless.

An hour later I got a call on the intercom. She wanted me in the bedroom immediately. When I entered she was on the bed naked on all fours.

"Get undressed Sandy, don't just stand there I got things to do." I didn't have to be told twice and soon had my pants off.

"Couldn't we do it the regular way dear? I would like that better."

"No Sandy, Trevor want you to do it with me once today while he's in school and this is the only way you are allowed to have me."

"OK dear but how would he know?"

"Sandy! Have you ever known me to be a liar? I am trying to help the dear boy and he is being very nice to you, letting you have sex much more often than is reamisterable. Now get on with it dear, I told you I have other things to do!

Trying to help him my foot but not one to look a gift horse in the mouth I got on with it, trying deliberately to take my time but she began to wiggle her ass, while panting and moaning like she was really horny. This was incredible I grasped her by those full shapely hips, relished this view of her chunky ass and that small waist. It didn't take long for me to blow my load. "That was very nice dear I like the way you moved your rear end."

"Comments are unnecessary Sandy, there is a wet towel in the en-suit ... Get it and clean my vagina. Trevor wants you to do that and he's the one who told me to move my body like that when we have intercourse. So when he asks, you can tell that I performed the way he told me to."

I got the towel and carried out Trevor's orders. Maybe this boy was a godsend after all. She got up and dressed herself looking at the clock. "I want you to help me prepare Trevor's lunch."

I picked him up at the appointed time and he asked me if I was satisfied with Doris's performance that morning. I actually thanked him saying that I was very satisfied. He apologized about the doggie position but he just couldn't cope with it in any other manner the way his head aches came and went. I told him that I understood fully and that I appreciated him being so thoughtful.

He ate his lunch with Doris hovering over him and then screwed her three times before I drove him back to school. Before he got out of the car, he told me that Doris would need sex at around two o'clock. I thanked him again and he apologized again for it just being doggie style. He just couldn't cope with us doing it face to face and told me not to kiss her or touch her breasts.

When I was called to the bedroom that afternoon, I said yes dear and she got undressed and leaned over the bed wiggling her ass invitingly. She didn't want to do it on the bed because it was done. I dropped my pants and screwed my wife for the second time in one day. That was a first for our marriage.

That night after I had sat and watched them screw three times, he turned on the computer and showed us a video of a couple having oral sex. Doris was horrified and I thought that she would finally kick him out of the house.

"But Trevor my dear you shouldn't watch such things, people don't really do that, they're actors not people loving each other it's not real life on there." He covered his head with his hands and shook spasmodically. "Oh Trevor I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that but it is a terrible sin to do oral things like that." He got up and threw himself on the bed weeping. She got down next to him kissing and caressing his face. "Alright Trevor I'll try to do it, please stop crying." He sat up with a determined look on his face.

"Doris lie on you back and spread your thighs. Take hold of your legs and bring your knees up as far as you can." Her crotch was now wide open at the edge of the bed. He leaned over her kissing her and then looked at me. Sandy, get over here and eat out your wife's cunt!" He pointed at the floor in front of her crotch.

A life long dream, something I had never had the nerve to dream about, let alone ask for. All there was missing now was a blow-job. "That darling boy;" I thought. My mouth met her labia and my tongue explored every little crevice, then finding her hole I licked her insides. She screamed at that point, muffled I knew by Trevor's kisses. Her legs embraced me gently at first. Then her heels began pounding my back in time with her moaning. When she slowed Trevor sat up and ordered me to sit next to him. I couldn't believe it my sterile wife had actually reached a climax.

"Doris, get on your knees and suck your husband's cock."

"But Trevor my dear Trevor," she sat up next to him her eyes pleading for mercy. "A lady doesn't do that kind of thing." His face became strained and one hand moved to his forehead.

"Why are you doing this to me Doris, I can't stand it." He was near tears again.

"Alright Trevor ... I ... I will try," she swallowed and took several deep breaths. "I will do anything for you my dear you know that." She moved off the bed and slowly got on her knees between my knees. My cock now resemred an iron rod, my knob swollen to twice its normal size; I had never been so turned on ever. She was extremely upset her body trembling; somehow that made it even more exciting for me.

He reached a hand to the back of her head and moved it closer to my knob. "Open your mouth now Doris." She obeyed staring at it, like a monster ready to gobble her up. "Come on now Doris this is very important for my well being." She made eye contact with him with a pathetic half smile.

Alright Trevor, alright I'll do whatever you need to get better."

"Good Doris, now take it in one hand and finger his balls like the woman in the video." I was so turned by all this that I had to fight not to blow my load right away. She did as he said and then looked at him again as if waiting for instructions. "Give it a nice kiss now," she closed her eyes, swallowing while taking a deep breath and then kissed my knob lightly. "Now play your tongue around it just like the woman did." Again she followed his instructions but gingerly. "Doris if you can't be serious about this, I'm going to pack my bags and leave this house!" Suddenly she became a blow-job professional, gobbling up my cock, jerking the shaft, tickling my balls and sucking while rocking her head back and forth like there was no tomorrow.

I strained hard to make it last but to no avail. I exploded like never before in my life, filling her mouth, gagging her. "Swallow it Doris," he ordered harshly. She looked up at him with tearful eyes; desperately trying not to gag and then after making several swallowing motions managed to get some of it down. "Suck it some more, there's still some there." She obediently put my knob in her mouth and sucked. "Stroke it out with your hand." Again she followed his order and drained me completely.

She looked up at him smiling almost proudly. "Does my dear Trevor feel better now?"

He looked at her hard and pointed at his penis. "I'll let you know as soon as I blow my load in your fuck'n mouth." She moved quickly and eagerly began to suck him. She had never cursed in her life and hated people who did but she didn't complain It didn't take him long to blow his load partly in her mouth and partly all over her face. "All right Doris what did that women do with those gobs on her face?"

"She wiped the semen of her face with a finger and swallowed it, Trevor."

"Well, get on with it slut; you can fuck off now Sandy," he snapped as he drew her head onto his cock to suck the last drops.

I got up and left, remembering to thank him and this time I meant it from the bottom of my heart.

I was in our bedroom ready to go to bed when they came in and entered the bathroom where I watched Doris wash Trevor in the shower stall. After she washed herself and dried him and herself they came back in the bedroom where I was just getting under the covers. "Oh Sandy," Trevor said in a distant manner. "You will relax in the other guest bedroom until further notice. I feel more comfortable in here." I got up as they crawled under the covers. "And Sandy, shut off the lights when you go but leave the doors open, in case I should need your services. Oh, and you will refer to me as Sir from now on, is that clear?"

"Oh yes Sir, Thank you sir. Good night sir"

"Good night Sandy." I would have called him my lord and master or god if he'd asked. I'd had my wife's pussy twice in one day; I eat her pussy and then came in her mouth. I was in heaven, even though I had to relax alone. I got in to bed and was reflecting on the today's developments, when he called me again. I hurried to their bedroom. "I forgot Sandy I'll have breakfast in bed at seven thirty. See to it that you're on time. You're dismissed."

"Yes sir, seven thirty on the dot. Thank you so much sir."

He was fucking Doris in the morning when I entered with his breakfast tray. Setting it down I looked for a bed table we had bought when Doris was sick. Then knowing my duties as his servant I brought a towel and stood holding it over my arm like a waiter in an upscale restaurant. When they were finished and after I had cleaned their genitals I propped up some pillows for him and then set the table and tray over his lap. Doris began to feed him like a baby but when I turned to leave he stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going, Cooper?"

"Well I..."

"Well nothing, did I give you permission to leave?"

"I'm sorry sir, I forgot. May I be excused now sir?"

"No, certainly not, I want to watch you fuck the slut here. Get up whore and bend over the bed." Doris got her beautiful ass into position and I didn't have to be told twice. My cock came to life like I was a teenager and I shoved it deep into her well-lubricated hole. He began to eat as he watched me fucking her, making comments such as, "move your ass slut" or "let me hear some moaning bitch." She followed his instructions to the letter and I blew my load far too quickly. I then performed my duties with the towel and pulled up my pajama bottoms, taking up my waiter's posture again.

"Will there be anything else sir?" Doris had taken her seat again on the edge of the bed again, feeding him and he didn't answer me until he was finished.

"In the future, Cooper," speaking in his best snooty voice, while Doris wiped his face with a napkin. "In the future I will let you know when you can leave; don't ever ask me again, you only speak when spoken too, is that clearly understood servant?"

"Yes Sir I'm very sorry sir."

"That's better; you can go now and get ready to drive me to school at the usual time. And oh, one more thing; you will be more respectful and bow when addressing me or are excused."

"Yes sir, and thank you sir," I said bowing deeply. May I take the tray now?" He nodded and I bowed again before leaving the room.

It was strange what the lure of sex could do to a man. I had become a lackey to a teenager, who was for the first time in my life providing me with regular sex. He knew exactly that and was taking full advantage, treating me like a menial servant in return for letting me have sex with my own wife. Twenty-five years of two maybe three times a month at the most, with a woman who considered sex a wife's occasional chore. I had become as insane as my wife and I wondered how long it could last.

While we were driving to school he ordered me to go home and move his computer into his master bedroom and to move my clothing and things out before picking him up at noon.

That afternoon when I picked him up, he sat in the back and then told me to drive into the garage when we got home. I did as he asked using the remote to open and close the door.

"Cooper, from now on when we park in the garage you will open the door for me and salute when I get in or out." I got out and saluted smartly. "Bring my books Cooper; I shouldn't have to remind you of that." I just realized he had been calling me Cooper not Sandy since yesterday, I wondered why, though I do remember some sitcoms where the butler was spoken to by his family name.

"I'm sorry sir I won't forget that again." I brought the books and caught up with him at the door where he waited for me to open it. I saluted again and he nodded royally. Doris greeted him wearing a skimpy apron over her baby-doll in the kitchen. He was allowing that one additional piece in the kitchen only. She removed the apron, handing it to me; then embracing and kissed him warmly they walked into the living room her arm around his shoulder, bending down to kiss him every few steps, as his one hand clutched her ass cheek and the other one of her tits.

After taking his books to his master bedroom, I worked in the kitchen finishing the meal and then set the table in the dining room. The dining room was an ell-shape part of the living room and I noticed that Doris had already undressed him and they were now hugging and kissing as he sat watching TV. Next time I walked in she was on her knees blowing him, his favorite way of having sex now.

After she finished I did my duty with the towel and then informed him that supper was ready.

"Very well," he said in his new snooty tone. Doris fitted a robe on him, after which he took her arm and led her to the table. "What is this Cooper are we having a guest?" I immediately caught on; a servant could not sit at his master's table.

"I apologize sir, please forgive me."

"Well, just see to it that it doesn't happen again." He then looked at me and at Doris's chair; "the madams' chair Cooper!" I held the chair for her and then his. During all this Doris gazed at him with that adoring glazed over expression. I, for all the world, existed only as a fixture.

"I'm sorry sir," I said. "Will there be anything else sir? I was then ordered to fill their plates from the bowls and to sprinkle salt and pepper to their liking. He then pointed at a spot behind him, where I was to stand and wait.

In the days that followed Doris insisted that I call her madam and serve her even when the boy was at school or working at the grocery store. She would do most of the cooking – because the boy had to be fed properly - but more and more housework became my responsibility. After a few days there were no more sex for me during the time he was in school. It seemed that he enjoyed watching us doing it and the twice-daily sessions he allowed me, were usually in the morning, noon or night.

One morning around ten he called and talked to Doris. She listened for a while and said yes Trevor, exactly as you wish. She put down the phone and looked at me in the overbearing manner she had assumed since becoming the madam. "Come Cooper to the master bedroom."

"Yes Doris," Surprise by his change of plans I answered 'yes Doris' forgetting my station for a minute.

"I beg you pardon Cooper!" She stared at me absolutely outraged.

"Oh madam, I'm so sorry, please forgive me forgetting my station madam, I meant no disrespect?"

"Very well, see that is never happens again!" I followed her to the bedroom and she told me to dress her in street clothes. She was in the baby doll even if the boy wasn't here – he would want it that way - I found the items she asked for, thinking we were going out and dressed hers her.. "Cooper, the master wishes to reward you for being a loyal servant, undresses me now." I was confused but obeyed

"Yes madam, as you wish." I was even more confused and soon had her naked again, returning each item where I'd found it. When I was done she ordered me to lie across the bed on my back. This confused me even more. She crawled on top of me in the opposite position and began sucking on my cock spreading her thighs around my head.

"Perform cunnilingus on your madam Cooper; it's the master's orders."

"Yes madam," I grasped her ass cheeks and slobbered away bringing her to a climax twice. For some reamister I had trouble reaching a climax."

"Cooper I order you to ejaculate, now get on with it I don't have all day!" This of course was Trevor's order; she had to make me climax so not to disappoint him. She increased her efforts and that seemed to do it for me, the feeling came on and I filled her mouth. She sucked me clean as if Trevor was there and rolled off me pointing at my mouth. She had kept as much as she could in her mouth and then spat it in mine with out making contact, ordering me to swallow. We went to the bathroom where I sponged her body while she gargled. When done she informed me that, master Trevor was not coming home for lunch and that I had to pick him up in the afternoon at two o'clock.

I picked him up on time and he got in the back as usual. "Well Cooper, tell me about your day; was everything satisfactory?"

"Yes Sir it was delightful, and thank you very much sir you're so kind."

"Oh well Cooper you're a capable servant and I think it is only proper to reward you."

"Oh thank you very much sir, it's very kind of you." At this point I seldom thought much about how absurd my situation had become. I was talking to this boy as if he really were my boss. I was the butler the valet, the chauffeur and my wife's servant stud on the insistence of her pretend husband. That's what he'd become since he was the one relaxing with her, while I effectively slept in the servant quarters. I shook my head to clear those thoughts.

"Something wrong Cooper old boy?" He was still trying to affect a British accent.

"Ah no sir, just thinking of how lucky I am to be serving my master and madam; it's like a dream sir." Somehow from a sexual point of view I meant that and he knew exactly what I meant.

"Yes my lady is a good woman; I'm proud of her, very proud."

"Just one thing sir, I didn't think you allowed us doing it face to face like that."

"Oh well Cooper it wasn't really face to face was it?" He laughed. "You didn't touch her breasts did you?"

"Oh no sir I know my place." He never used four letter words or dirty names when we were alone like he did in Doris's company. With me of course it didn't have the same shock value. I wondered what he would come up with next.

That evening, as soon as he got comfortable in the living room he informed Doris that he wanted to make some changes to her use of language. She had undressed him already and was on her knees fondling his genitals getting ready to blow him. "For example what is this Doris?" he said pointing at his penis?

"Why Trevor my dear, it's you penis of course," she answered looking at him a bit confused.

"No it's not you slut. It's my cock!"

"Oh but Trevor dear, a lady does not talk like that." He looked at her with anger in his eyes and grasped her by the shoulders shaking her.

"It's my cock you whore, now say cock! Say it!"

"Oh Trevor, oh Trevor please don't yell at me. It's ... it's your ... cock." The word came out at a bare whisper.

"Louder slut, say it out loud! She said the word fairly loud in a tearful voice. "That better, now what does that make you when you suck me off?"

"I'm a cock-sucker Trevor. I'm you slut cock sucking whore." The words came out clear and sincere while her facial expression changed to her usual devoted: I understand what you need Trevor, look.

"That's much better Doris," he said smiling sweetly and then grasping her head he kissed her warmly. Now get across my lap. There was a look of total confusion on her face but she assumed the position he demanded. He groped her large ass cheeks for a few minutes without speaking. Then suddenly he smacked her hard ten times on alternate cheeks. "From now on Doris when I tell you use a certain word you'll do it instantly. You can thank me now for correcting you bad manners."

"Thank you Trevor I'll be good from now on, I promise."

"What did I just do Doris?"

"Spank my behind Trevor."

"Behind? What kind of word is that? You want another spanking?"

"Ass, Trevor you spanked my ass. I'm sorry Trevor." He ordered her back down on her knees and grasped her head kissing her sweetly.

"That's a good girl, Doris. Now what are you going to do for me?'

"Suck your cock Trevor and swallow your cum."

"Which makes you a what, Doris?"

"A cock sucking slutty whore Trevor; I love sucking your cock." He leaned back in the couch and motioned for her to begin. He looked my way, as I stood with the towel at the ready, giving me a snooty 'very good Cooper' nod and then closed his eyes enjoying his blowjob.

He had now changed his tactics; it was no longer necessary for him to use the headache routine. He was in full control of Doris and by extension me. The spanking scene had for some reamister turned me on and a bulge developed in my pants, which wouldn't go away. I used my towel after she was done to clean him and also her face and then stood awaiting further orders.

"Ah I see you are turned old man. You're a good servant so I'm going to get you some relief." He ordered Doris up on the couch next to him and me on my knees on the floor. He made her bring her knees way up and then told her to ask me to do what to her.

She raised her nose in the air, using her madam tone. "Cooper eat my cunt and fuck-and-well get my rocks off or else!" She turned her head towards her young master for approval, and he kissed her as I buried my face in to her vagina. I could sense his head near me, watching my licking closely. Then I could hear them kissing and him whispering to her for a while. Then she started to moan and talk. "Ooh you cunt-eating bastard. Ooh fuck I love getting my cunt licked Trevor. Cooper is such a good cunt-eating servant, isn't he Trevor? Oooh, do you want me to reward him and suck his cock after Trevor? Ooooh" Her thighs at this point wrapped around my head and then spread again repeatedly while she moaned her climax. Up to this point he did not perform oral sex on her leaving that part to me.

They were kissing passionately as I toweled her vagina. He finally looked at me at me as I stood up and then whispered in Doris's ear.

"Drop you pants Cooper," she said then in her snobby tone. "I want to see your cock." I did as ordered and waited while they kissed again. "I'm insulted Cooper," she said looking at me again. "Here I'm naked and you cock is only semi hard. Jerk the fucking thing and get it hard. I'm not sucking on a limp cock!" Hearing my wife talk like that brought my cock to attention in just a few strokes. They kissed again and after a minute or so she eyed me again. "That's more like it Cooper, come here then so I can suck the fucking-thing.

She moved to the edge of the couch and proceeded to suck me off. I didn't take long before I began to groan. I blew my load in her mouth as she moved back while jerking my cock with her hand splattering her face and neck. Some then poured out of her mouth falling on her tits. She then swallowed my knob again sucking the remainder and let it pour out of her mouth, while he watched intensely. I picked up the towel and prepared to clean of her face when he interrupted me.

"Cooper," he said in a deliberate tone. "Lick her face neck and tits clean. Be very careful to swallow every drop Cooper." I knelt again licking and eating my own semen. He checked her over carefully making sure that all the gobs were gone. "Now open your mouth wide Cooper" She brought her lips to mine and then spit in my mouth several times. I was then told to make swallowing motions. After I used the towel to dry her off, he dismissed me as he reached for the remote. I pulled up my pants and bowed, turning to leave.

"Oh Cooper, Doris said in her overbearing manner. "You may start supper; you'll see the meat on the counter thawing."

"Yes madam," I said bowing deeply to my - effectively now – x wife.

The following day the titles changed; I was now to address him as milord and Doris as milady. Not only that but they began to refer to each other as husband and wife. I was informed that my marriage had never existed and that they were man and wife. I was certain that Doris had lost it completely and I recalled now that several of her family members including her lady had ended up in mental institutions. I questioned my own sanity but didn't see any way out of it and who would believe me?

I began to think again that he was some kind of alien not only because of the power he held over Doris and through her me. There was also his stamina; he climaxed usually about fifteen times a day ejecting gobs and gobs of the stuff. Sometimes on her face, which she was usually required to swallow unless he decided that I should lick it off. There were also the amounts leaking out of her vagina when I cleaned it. I had never read up on such things, so maybe it was normal with a few exceptional men. I used to read up on flying saucers many years ago but eventually figured that it was all fiction done to make money from writing those books. Now I began to wonder about it again.

He began spanking her every time they had sex, whether or not she had done anything wrong. She seemed to thrive on it, presenting her rear end to him willingly and after a while because he enjoyed it, began begging him to be spanked.

My sessions increased after a few more days to three times a day and then to four. That for me was at my limit, which he soon sensed and used me accordingly for his voyeur pleasures. I assumed it had come from his watching porn on the net. There was no end to the positions he would try when fucking Doris, some of them very demanding for a woman of her age. She never complained however, taking up every position asked of her with the same adoring understanding expression.

The most surprising result of all of this was Doris having orgasms, starting the first time he made me eat her out. Not only that, incredibly she seemed to be multi orgasmic now, unless she was faking it for his benefit. She had always been straight as a die though, deceit was foreign to her nature and there had never been an actress in her permisterality. So I concluded that my wife had been a closet nymph all her life, with her true nature suppressed by her by now, former fundamentalist religious beliefs.

In the next few months his sexual desires became more bizarre by the day. He ordered me to buy various items at a sex shop, such as a vibrator, handcuffs and some restraining devices. An empty room in the basement next to my workshop was turned into a dungeon. He would tell me what he wanted and I worked sometimes for days building a pillory for example. That item had to be made to measure so when Doris was bent over and clamped in he could stand and have her blow him. He would keep Doris sometimes for an hour or more bent over in the pillory for example and then have me eat or fuck her while she blew him; she would then be left alone in total darkness for maybe an hour before he would order me to release her.

Doris never wavered in her devotion to him no matter how he treated her physically or with coarse language. She was totally devoted to his desires and I no longer believed that it had anything to do with saving him from self-use. She was purely and simply infatuated.

This lasted four months. One day he called from school and told her that he would get someone to take him home that day, he had something to do.

He didn't come home that night but he did call the next day. She cried on the phone I don't know what he told her but she kept saying how much she loved him and that she couldn't live without him.

After about ten minutes on the phone she suddenly ordered me on my knees as she brought hers up. She was in the baby-dolls with no panties because she was sure he would be back. She then ordered me to eat her out holding the phone to my ear.

"Let me hear you slobber in her cunt old man," he said and I began slurping loudly in her cunt as she began to moan.

He called three more times that day and each time I would eat her out or she would blow me with exaggerated sound effects. The next day he called maybe eight times demanding to hear oral sex or doggie style with her holding the phone near her cunt. On the third day he called three times and then said he was coming home.

He arrived by taxi an hour later but he wasn't alone.

He came in the door with a woman carrying a small suitcase and a tote bag. I took her to be about twenty-two. She was blonde with a whore's body, who seemed as much taken with the boy as Doris was. "This is Linda, our new maid" he said looking at Doris who had turned to the proverbial pillar of salt. "Linda, meet Doris your lady mistress and of course this is Cooper, our butler."

"Oh they are so cute, Sir Trevor. I heard you both on the phone sucking and blowing; I'm so happy to enter service here." She walked up to me and clutched my crotch. "I hear you've got quite a weapon there, Cooper."

"Linda, settle down; I give the orders here. Remember what I told you, no sexual activities without my explicit permission."

"Sorry milord, but he's so cute." I was now as speechless as Doris and waited for her to explode before throwing them both out of the house.

"How could you do this to me Trevor," Doris was in tears as she spoke. "You left me here all alone for three days. I thought I was going to die"

"Oh but my darling wife I was just gone to hire a maid; how do you like her?"

"Servants are of no account Trevor; you're my husband, I want you here with me." He threw his arms around her and kissed her passionately. Now I was the pillar of salt. Doris did not get it and actually believed that this young woman was a maid.

"I'm sorry darling I guess I should have done it differently. Can you forgive me? Please?"

"Oh Trevor of course I forgive you; could I please have a spanking now?" He kissed her warmly and reached around her whacking her ass a few times. "I need more than that Trevor. Please!"

He looked back at Linda,"undress me for the madam."

"Oh but Trevor," Doris said sweetly. "I always do that for you."

"Doris, such menial tasks are for servants, you're a lady remember. Why don't you order her to undress me?"

"Of course Trevor, how silly of me. Wench, undress his lordship, quickly now! Well don't just stand there you simple tart!"

"Yes milady," she moved quickly to remove his clothes placing them on a kitchen chair. They embraced and kissed while walking to the living room. Trevor stopped looking back at us.

"Cooper, take Linda's luggage upstairs and help her get settled in the spare room."

"Yes milord," that was the first words I had been able to speak. I picked up the luggage and she followed me upstairs carrying Trevor's clothing. I set the bags down and began to exit the room.

"Oh where do I put his lordships clothes Cooper?" I led her into the master suite and she hung each item on hangers in the walk-in. I showed her the hamper in the bathroom, for the underwear and socks. "Oh this is a beautiful home Cooper; you must be thrilled to serve here." No words would come out of my mouth and I just nodded. "Come help me unpack Cooper." I followed her and opened her suitcase, watching silently as she put everything away. She then began to undress. I turned around and left the room. "Cooper come back here I'm just gonna change."

Just then Doris's voice came over the intercom. "Cooper I'm waiting for a towel. What...are you doing? I grasped a towel and hurried downstairs to wipe their genitals. When finished I was ordered to undress. Before I could finish Linda arrived in a skimpy French maids outfit. She curtsied in front of Trevor and Doris.

"What are you wearing under the dress Linda?" Trevor asked her.

"Oh nothing milord as you ordered." She lifted her skirt displaying her shaven pussy.

"What do you think Darling," Trevor said to Doris. Should a maid be allowed to wear panties?

"You're the master of house Trevor darling it should be your decision but I find her shaven pussy offensive. Why is it shaven wench?"

"I'm so sorry your ladyship I'll never shave it again." In the meantime I had developed a semi and of course Trevor noticed it.

"What do you think darling should we order the servants to fuck." I looked at Doris horrified; she would definitely draw a line in the sand here.

"That could be fun darling."

"Linda present you ass to the butler; I want him to fuck you doggie style." She lifted her skimpy skirt and wiggled her shapely ass at me, smiling at him as she bent over the table. I was unable to move looking at Doris.

"Cooper, his lordship has given you an order. What is the matter with you? Fuck the wench! Now!"

"Yes milady, I'm very sorry milady." The shock however had deflated my erection.

"Linda, suck the butler a little, he seems to need help." Trevor laughed as he spoke and Doris shook her head. "Good help is hard to get," he said to Doris.

Linda by now was on her knees sucking my cock and soon got it hard. She bent over her table again and reached between her thighs guiding me home. I grasped her luscious young thighs and it finally struck me that I was fucking a beautiful young woman less than half my age. She was tight and hot as her ass churned on my cock. I exploded immediately groaning with pleasure.

"I'm disappointed," Trevor complained, "that wasn't much of a show. You came too quick Cooper."

"I'm sorry milord."

"Well," he grumred. "Eat her out then, she didn't get her rocks off." He pointed at the coffee table and Linda got on it drawing up her knees. I got down and began to lick her pussy. He ordered her to straighten one leg and me to turn my head so they could watch my tongue. After she climaxed he ordered me to lie down on the floor and for her to squat on my face. "Open wide Cooper, and take your medicine," he chuckled. I swallowed several times, downing a concoction of her juices and my semen. When we got up Linda curtsied and thanked him. He then looked at me quizzically and I followed suit bowing and thanking him.

Doris didn't seem the least bit perturbed that I had just made love to another woman and a young one at that. In a past life -- before Trevor -- I would just have to look at a young female on the street and there would be hell to pay.

Later that evening, Linda and I were summoned to the master bedroom where Doris was washing Trevor in the shower. We stood watching until he came out and ordered Linda in the shower to wash Doris. He then ordered me to dry him. I was by now beyond being embarrassed about touching a man's body and dried him thoroughly. When Doris and Linda came out, Linda dried her. We were then told to enter and wash each other while they went to bed watching us from there. I got a very stiff hard on when she soaped my cock, it stayed hard as we dried each other and then walked in by the bed.

They were hugging and kissing and ignored us for a while. Then Trevor rolled away from Doris and sat up ordering her to lie on her back across the bed. "Linda," he then said sharply. "Have oral sex with her ladyship!" Linda quickly positioned herself on top of Doris and immediately began eating her pussy, while churning her ass over her face. Trevor sat close, looking into Doris's face. She was looking up at him with a desperate yet adoring expression. "I want you to lick her cunt Doris now get your tongue in gear!"

"But Trevor she's a common wench, a servant." He took her hands and clasped them on Linda's ass cheeks and then pushed down, powering Linda's pussy on to her mouth.

"Now start kissing and licking you old whore and I want to hear slurping or else." I don't know what 'or else' would have meant but Doris began licking and was soon seemingly enjoying it. Homosexuality, her ultimate religious taboo had now been erased from her list of grave sins. My bone grew even harder watching the two women. Fortunately as soon as they were done he ordered them both on all fours near the edge of the bed. He looked at me gesturing at Doris's ass and I had my cock deep in her well-lubricated hole in a flash, banging away. He penetrated Linda and then ordered the two women who were shoulder to shoulder to neck. Linda being younger and more agile reached one arm around Doris and twisted her body enough so they could kiss. I came quickly and slowed down.

"You'll stop fucking her ladyship when I say so you Cooper," Trevor snapped and I continued to stroking her. The excitement of the two women making love and now kissing while being screwed regenerated my red flow and I was almost ready to explode when he did and told me to stop. I grimace in disappointment and pulled my throbbing member out. "Oh well old boy finish it in here then." He pointed at Linda's dripping cunt. I moved over and rammed it home in a much tighter hole, ejaculating in less then ten strokes.

I was ordered on the floor immediately and sucked a triple mixture out of Linda's and then Doris's cunts, relishing every drop. I thought of the word libertine as I got up bowing to my lord and master, thanking him slavishly and wondered if that word fitted my lifestyle now. He pointed to his feet and I dropped to my knees kissing them with out being told. I had become a humble submissive, a docile obedient servant and was enjoying every moment of it.

I completed the cleaning of three genitalia and was then dismissed to my room across the hall, while my young lord and master crawled into bed with his two adoring females.

I got into bed still feeling a rush, while listening to assess being spanked in the master bedroom accompanied by moaning and groaning. I didn't get called to perform cleaning duties and I was wondered if he had reached fifteen ejaculations that day as I slipped into dreamland.

I peeked into their room in the morning on the way to the bathroom. Trevor and Doris were arelax while Linda was awake smiling at me. I hurried in to the bathroom to shave and just as I was rinsing the soap of my face Linda entered stark naked and hugged me from behind.

"Oh you're such a cute old guy," she said kissing the back of my neck. "I'm gona to blow you, right now." She dropped to her knees and pulled down my pajama bottoms as I turned around.

"You better not do that Linda without his lordship's permission." She grasped my rising cock and fingered my balls while looking up at me.

"Don't worry Sandy; I'm the senior servant here." She opened her mouth wide and swallowed while sucking hard until my cock reached its full size. She pulled back for a few seconds, frigging my shaft and then plied her tongue around my knob. She looked up at me again. "I don't need his permission to blow you old man, you can't fuck me though, with out him saying so. I just love sucking cock and he knows it." She began sucking while manipulating my balls, with one finger scratching near my asshole. She sucked even harder as I blew my load, swallowing everything I thought but as soon as she was done she got up, threw her arms around my neck and spit part of the load into my mouth. "There swallow that old man," she laughed and then kissed me again. I sucked hard on her mouth and even harder on her tongue as she stuck it out, while squeezing her firm shapely ass. You know Trevor insists on that don't you?"

I nodded and made exaggerated swallowing motions while feeling like a million dollars holding her luscious body. "I think you really like being his servant don't you?" I shrugged as she squeezed me.

"Well there are fringe benefits," I half laughed. She walked to the door and winked at me.

"You better get his breakfast ready or you might loose some benefits." I finished my toilet and headed for the kitchen.

When I arrived with his tray he was sitting up in bed watching Doris and Linda in the bathroom washing each other. I bowed and got his table ready setting it on his lap. "Feed me Sandy," he said in his high brow mode. I sat down on the edge of the bed and poured milk on his cereal, and then spoon feed him while he watched the women. "Heard you had a blow job this morning Sandy. Was it satisfactory?"

"Oh yes your lordships, very much so. Thank you very much your lordship."

"I believe in keeping my servants happy Sandy. It's important you know." I thanked him again as the women come in and stood next to the other side of the bed waiting for instructions. He ordered Doris to bend over next to the bed and turn her head towards him. Linda was ordered to hold on and spank her, counting five seconds groping and caressing the flesh between each whack. After the first few he ordered more muscles into it, until he was satisfied with the sound. "Watch them Sandy, isn't it wonderful to hear that sound and look at her ladyships tits the way they swing back and forth."

Yes your lordship it makes a wonderful picture." Doris gasped with each blow but continued to smile adoringly at her boy. I didn't count but it must have been fifteen or twenty before he ordered a role change. Linda must have received twice as many and twice as hard. Doris was a strong woman and seemed to relish disciplining her wench. Linda gasped with each blow, displaying the same adoring expression for her master. I fed him as we watched, keeping half an eye on the young flesh being smacked, wondering again whether he was an alien or maybe a gift from heaven.

After he stopped the discipline, he ordered me on the floor and Doris to squat on my face while Linda took over his feeding. When Doris was satisfied and got up I heard him groan as Linda was now feeding on his cock. That load was deposited in my mouth as Doris mounted him. Linda then replaced her mouth with her cunt and I munched on her delicious crack for a while. When she got up, Doris was ready to descend on my face having been ordered to hold two fingers in her vagina to ensure that nothing was spilled. I had become the depository for all genital fluids in the house and I relished it. He was now fucking Linda and Doris stayed on my open mouth, most likely on his orders until Linda was ready to make her deposit. When that was done I was dismissed and picked up the empty tray, bowing as I backed out of the room.

I walked down the stairs, shaking my head in admiration of his lordships stamina again, wondering how anybody could ejaculate three times in a row like that. When I got to the kitchen I shook my head again but this time because I was now actually thinking of him as his lordship, not as Trevor the star boarder or the boy.

I had to do some errands after I dropped him off at school and it was nine thirty before I got back. Linda was in the kitchen and told me to get undressed. Her ladyship wanted me in the living room immediately. She followed me in and after I bowed and Linda curtsied, she motioned for us to kiss her feet. I was then ordered to spank Linda at five-second intervals. Linda was told to bend over holding on to the coffee table and required to say thank you milady, after each slap and smile sweetly. I began groping her ass between each slap and I was told to stop that nonsense. After about twenty hard whacks Linda was ordered to eat out her ladyship, while I had to assume the waiter's position. I naturally got an erection during all this and was criticized for being presumptuous enough to think that I was allowed to become aroused without being ordered to do so.

When she was satisfied, Linda was ordered on the floor with her knees spread and drawn up until her anus was pointing at the ceiling. "You will now lick the wenches' anus Sandy," Doris said in her ladyship tone. That was a new one, not even Trevor had asked for that but maybe he'd left instructions. Linda squealed as my tongue played around her hole. "Shut up wench or I'll have you spanked again and hard this time. Now get your tongue in there Sandy." I played my tongue in and around her rose as Doris watched closely. This went on for probably five minutes, while Linda moaned and groaned her body twisting and jerking. Suddenly Doris said stop and I sat up waiting while Linda panted desperate for satisfaction.

"Jerk off on her anus Sandy," was the next order. Masturbation was now alright with my wife, maybe only as a demonstration act. I had an iron rod on by now and began stroking it, resulting in an almost immediate ejaculation. "Well Sandy, get at it." I licked my own cum out of Linda's beautiful crack. If anybody had told me a few months ago that my own wife would order me to lick my semen out of a beautiful young woman's ass I would have called for those men in the white coats. "Get up you two and face me." We got up and stood side by side looking at her ladyship. "Masturbate you hussy! And look at me lovingly."

Linda obeyed, fingering herself while moaning with pleasure. "Sandy! Spank her, two every ten seconds. You may fondle her buttocks while counting." I whacked each sphere hard and then relished caressing and digging my fingers into her nubile flesh. I counted ten, twelve times before she groaned her climax. I of course had to lick her fingers and then lie down to receive some liquid from her vagina. I stuck my tongue in as far as I could to make sure that every drop of honeydew was extracted.

That evening after supper, the scene changed to the dungeon again. Doris was installed bent over in the pillory and left in the dark for more than an hour while he watched TV in the living room. During this time he ordered Linda to suck him off while I fucked her doggie style. This of course was followed as usual by all resulting liquids being drained into my oral depository.

Once he was finished watching TV we followed him to the dungeon. He immediately shoved his cock into Doris's mouth and ordered Linda to use a riding crop on her ass. This was the first time he'd demanded anything more than a hand spanking. I winced at the sound almost feeling the pain myself. His face showed no emotion as Doris sucked on his cock while her ass was being striped for the first time. He stopped Linda after five whacks and told her to use her hand instead, complaining that he didn't like the sharp and loud sound of the crop.

After he came in her mouth I was of course ordered to have her spit in my mouth. There were tears in her eyes from the crop but she didn't complain. She was then left in the dark as we returned to the living room for an hour or so. When we returned he watched as Linda was told to give her ten by hand. He then ordered me to eat Doris's cunt as he fucked Linda doggie style so close to Doris's face wiht Linda's rocking hip rubbing against Doris's head.

After he came he showed his cock into Doris's mouth while Linda sat on my face for a minute or so. The three of us left again and it was another hour before he sent me down to release her. She was unsteady as we walked up the stairs but didn't say a word to me. She sat down with him on the couch and kissed his cheeks stroking his hair lovingly. "Oh Trevor," she whispered and kissed him again. "I love you so much. Are you satisfied with me as a wife?"

"Yes Doris, you satisfy my needs perfectly like a good wife should. Get up now I want to check you ass." Doris stood while he studied the stripes on her flesh, tracing them with a finger. "Does it hurt dear wife?"

"Don't be silly my darling. It's your way of loving me isn't it?

"I do enjoy decorating your beautiful ass dear; I'm so glad you understand."

As the days went by he decorated her ass with two or three stripes by the riding crop plus numerous hand spankings almost daily and incredibly she seemed to thrive on it even begging to be locked in the pillory for his loving discipline. One evening Linda dropped a priced china cup on the floor smashing it to bits. My wife had just returned from the dungeon and was in the middle of swallowing his load. She gulped it down and stared at him visibly upset.

"Surely...surely," she stopped talking obligation and then finished swallowing, clearing a bit off her face, then licking her finger. "Surely my dear husband the slut needs to be disciplined for this infraction. I would think ten lashed in the pillory."

"My dear wife do you want me to honor a simple servant for having an accident. Only my darling wife 's ass deserve such loving." She kissed his knob and smiled at him sweetly.
"Yes but dear husband you have a servant do the caning not your own loving hand."

"Of course dear wife but it is on my orders, she's merely an object like the cane itself.

"I am so sorry dear husband, how could I have been so thoughtless; I could never share my husbands love with this simple wench. Can you forgive me darling?" He made her get up and show her striped ass.

"Of course dear," he traced the stripes with a finger. No one else is worthy of these beautiful decorations, only my beloved woman, because no one else possess such a beautiful ass." He kissed it all over, smacking his lips and then smacked her ass a few times by hand obviously relishing the power he had over her

I stood there watching them, one hundred percent sure now that she was insane. Her devotion to him was overwhelming; pain had become pleasure in her mind as long as it was for him. Had she for all these years been a closet masochist?

Suddenly, one day it was over. I had taken Doris to one of her ladies functions that she still attended. When we arrived home, he was not there neither was Linda or any of their belongings, only a computer generated letter.

The letter explained that he had left because he was dissatisfied with her attitude and poor sexual performance. He didn't like being taking for granted. She could consider herself being divorced from him and he suggested that she take the butler as a lover.

She sat with the letter in her hand and cried. I got out of the way and descended to my workshop, hoping she would snap out of her insanity. Perhaps she would follow his advice and take me on as her lover.

An hour or so later I returned and found her sitting in the same position with eyes closed still holding the letter on her lap. I put my hand on her shoulder. It was ice cold.

The autopsy found no cause of death.

More than a year later Linda showed up at my door and just walked past me carrying a flight bag, "well I'm back Sandy. What's new?"

I just stared at her as she got comfortable on the couch. "Sorry about your wife Sandy, he'll be joining her soon."

"What are you doing here and what do you mean: he'll be joining her soon?"

"I'm here because I like you and he's in jail charged with *******ing his seventy-three year old wife. She or her security people that is, kicked me out after the wedding. I've been staying with my lady on the coast and came here when I heard about his conviction.

"Why did you come here? I don't understand?"

"We'll discuss that later Sandy; right now take my things to your bedroom and run my bath. I'd need a good soaking before I allow you to pleasure me." I stared at her without moving; this was a dangerous situation. A woman that young could only spell trouble; but then again what did I have to loose with not much in my life anymore. Despite her tempting flesh, I did not want to act the subordinate again so I decided to take my chances on her walking out.

"You got the pecking order all wrong Linda; I am not your servant. This is my house and you'll serve me. I'm Mr. Cooper, Sir or lord and master to you; you will speak when spoken to and perform any task ordered without question. You will fuck when ordered, cook and clean the house to my satisfaction or be spanked for which you will thank me. Now strip and be quick about it wench!" She stared at me for a second with a surprised expression on her pretty face. Slowly that expression turned to one of puzzlement and then relief followed by one of contentment as she bowed and curtsied.

"Yes sir, Mr. Cooper my lord and master," she spoke excitably as she eagerly rose and slowly exposed her luscious body. I sat down on the couch and motioned for her to display her body and perform a slow bump and grind with her hands on top of the head. "See master, I didn't shave my pussy I know you like it natural."

"Very good Linda," I decided to take our relationship a step further. A few weeks ago I had watched a nature program where whenever a female ape approached the dominant male she would show her ass first offering herself for copulation.

"There is one more rule Linda, whenever you approach me with a question or request you will bend over of get on your hands and knees facing away from me exposing your crotch. Therefore you will wear skirts at all times with no panties. Do you know what that means?"

"Yes master I'm offering myself for sex. Like this?" She got into the required position, churning her ass while looking back at me smiling obediently. "My lord and master have read me perfectly I'm very sorry for speaking out of turn when I arrived, she coed."

"That's very good Linda, you're a quick study slave. Now, reverse yourself and blow me."

She complied quickly, reversed her position and removed my pants. Then while looking up at me excitedly but adoringly, her one hand grasped my erection and exposed my knob as the other cradled my balls. Her full lips already parted wide, hungrily connected as her tongue swirled my knob.

She hummed as her lips closed firmly on my knob followed by that most gratifying sucking sound of a truly dedicated sex slave obediently swallowing deep in her throat her master's organ. All too quickly she was rewarded with an explosive series of ejaculation that she slowly and methodically gobred down, then catching my eyes, she seductively licked her lips, intermittingly kissing the mushroom while fingering my balls as I groaned with satisfaction, savoring my first ejaculation in more than a year..

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Megan Farrell was nervous as she rode up the elevator with her husband Scott. They were on the way up to the penthouse suite of Jared Fox, the CEO of the firm Scott was currently working for. The event was the annual company holiday party that only the top executives at the firm were invited to. This was the first time for Scott and it was a very big deal to be invited. It meant that the boss looked favorably upon him, so Megan took it upon herself to make herself look as good as possible. She splurged and bought a long, backless silk evening gown with no sleeves and a plunging neck line that accentuated her generous cleavage. She also bought a great pair of white patent leather pumps and used her most expensive diamond earrings, necklace and bracelet to top off her ensemble. Megan had also spent most of the afternoon at her hair stylist to get her hair done just right, going along with Scott's suggestion to wear her hair up since it showed off her slender neck. Her makeup was immaculate and, as a former catalogue model, she felt confident that her looks would stun any man in the room, especially his boss.

The elevator doors opened and they were met by a very striking couple. The man, who she assumed was Scott's boss, appeared in his fifties and his wife looked in her early thirties. Megan recognized immediately from their appearance that their tastes were on the expensive side. His wife was also very attractive with dark, exotic features.

"Sorry we're late." Scott apologized to his boss. "We ran into a little traffic on the way over. This is my wife Megan."

"Hello, I'm Karen." The hostess introduced . "We're so glad you could make it."

"You're just in time." Jared assured them. "We were about to sit down for dinner. Megan, since this is your first time here, I would like you to sit by me."

Megan took the arm of Jared and allowed him to lead her to the lavishly decorated dining room table where the others were taking their seats. What followed was one course after another of the most wonderful food and wine Megan had ever eaten. She was charmed by the conversation of Jared Fox, and Scott seemed to be getting
along well with Karen across the table. After the sumptuous meal, the guests retired to the large living area where a bay of windows gave a breathtaking view of the city. Megan wondered if Scott would be so successful one day as to have something like this. 'I could definitely get used to this,' Megan thought to herself as she admired a piece
of art hanging on one wall.

"You look like you could use another one of these." Came a voice from beside her.

Megan was slightly startled and turned to find Jared standing next to her, holding out a glass of expensive French champagne.

"Oh. Thank you." Megan said. She wasn't much of a takeer but she didn't dare refuse
his hospitality and took the glass so as not to risk offending him. She would do anything
to make Scott look good in his bosses eyes. "I just wanted to tell you that you have a lovely home and I really want to thank you for inviting us."

"It's very nice to have you here." Jared said with a smile. "Scott is a very valuable asset to our firm and I thought it was important to finally meet you. After all, a man's success depends a lot on the woman behind him."

"That's what I've been trying to tell Scott." Megan said with a charming laugh as she sipped her champagne.

"So, you are admiring this piece?" Jared said, looking up at the painting. "My wife picked this out. My tastes run more towards landscapes. Do you like Wyeth?"

"Yes. I love Wyeth." Megan's said in feigned interest. She had no idea who he was taking about, but she didn't want to appear uncultured. She only prayed that he wouldn't ask her something like what her favorite Wyeth painting was.

"I have one in my study." Jared informed her. "Would you care to see it?"

"Absolutely!" Megan agreed as she wanted a peek at the rest of his lavish home.

Jared looked across the room at his wife who caught his eye and gave him a smile, and then led Megan away from the rest of the party and down a long hallway to his study.

"Don't worry about abandoning Scott." Jared assured her. "Karen will entertain him."

Once inside the study, Jared pointed out his huge painting proudly and went to sit against the edge of his desk to watch her reaction. He was proud of his painting. It had cost him a million dollars.

"This is stunning." Megan exclaimed. She was actually enthralled by the huge landscape it depicted. She was sure she had seen this painting in a book before and was impressed by it's beauty.

"It's rare these days that someone so young can appreciate fine art." Jared remarked as he set his glass of champagne down and crossed his arms. "I know women don't like to be asked their age, but I would guess you were, what, around twenty?"

"Twenty-two." Megan said, turning her attention towards Jared. She couldn't help but be charmed by his attempt to flatter her and blushed. "And I don't mind giving out my age."

"Scott is a very lucky man," Jared said. "If you don't mind my saying."

"Not at all." Megan said. She was starting to feel slightly dizzy and wondered if she already had too much to take. The champagne was light but it's effects were swift.

"How did you meet Scott?" Jared asked, wondering how a late thirties workaholic like Scott could have the time to find such a remarkably good-looking treasure such as Megan.

"I met him at a gym, actually." Megan said. "We hit it off right away. I was a model at the time and I had to keep in shape. We were married a few months later and I quit modeling because Scott wanted me to. But I couldn't just stay at home, so now I'm back at work."

"Can I ask you a permisteral question?" asked Jared, who suddenly seemed perturbed.

Megan looked at Jared nervously and said, "Um...yes."

"How often do you and Scott make love?"

Megan was taken aback and her mouth fell open. She couldn't believe he was asking that. Before she could answer, Jared continued, "The reamister I ask is that Scott seems to be very stressful at the firm and I have a feeling it's because of his permisteral life. You are a very stunning woman and I would assume you both make love to each other quite often. Correct me if I'm wrong."

Megan's stunned confusion gave way to indignation. How dare he ask her such a thing. She replied sharply, "I don't believe that's any of your business."

"But it is my business, Megan." Jared told her. "The success of my business depends on the mental well being of my employees."

"I think this discussion is over." Megan said and began to walk out of the room.

"Stop, Megan." Jared called out before she could take two steps. Megan was frozen in her tracks and was thoroughly dismayed that her body would not react to what her mind was telling it to do. She dropped her glass on the carpet and let out an audible gasp when Jared told her, "Turn around."

Megan did as she was commanded and turned to face Jared. She was absolutely stunned at what was happening and uttered, "How...are you... doing this?"

"I laced your champagne with a little something I picked up in my travels." Jared said with a grin. "Now, let's continue where we left off. Please answer my question. How often do you and Scott make love?"

"I...uh..." Megan struggled to speak other words, but she finally answered with a great effort, "Once...a month."

"Hmmm. That's what I thought." Jared surmised. "That won't do at all. Do you mind if I ask why?"

"I...we...both have our work." Megan answered. She tried to fight against whatever was controlling her but it hurt her head to do so. It was easier to just answer. "We're both busy with our careers."

"Doesn't Scott make enough to support you both?" Jared inquired.

"Yes...but, I want to have my own life, too." Megan answered defiantly. "I...I can't believe I'm telling you this."

"Believe me, it's for the best, Megan." Jared told her and then said, "Come closer."

Megan glanced toward the door anxiously as she stepped towards Jared and stood in front of him. She wished in her mind Scott would suddenly appear and she opened her mouth to cry out but Jared said to her, "Don't call out. We wouldn't want to cause a scene, would we?"

Megan now felt totally helpless and all she could do was pray that Jared was only questioning her for his own strange reamisters and wanted nothing more from her.

"Why are you doing this?" Megan asked?

"It's not for totally selfish reamisters, believe me." Jared said. "I'll explain in due time."

Please let this end now, Megan thought to herself. She desperately wanted to leave and go to Scott. Megan pleaded, "Please... let me leave."

"When we're done." Jared said. "Now, for my next question: do you ever perform oral sex on your husband?"

Megan closed her eyes and groaned. This can't be happening, she thought.

"Answer me, Megan." Jared commanded.

"N-No." she finally uttered in embarrassment.

"Why not?" Jared asked.

Her head pounded as she tried to resist answering. She couldn't take the pain and finally answered, "I...don't want that in my mouth."

"Has Scott ever asked for it?" Jared asked.

"Not...any more." Megan answered as her eyes welled with moisture. "He knows I won't do it."

"That's a shame." Jared said as he took one finger and began to slowly trace the outline of her full lips. "To have such a pretty mouth go to waste. That will have to change."

"Stop that." Megan said as she tried to lift her hand, but she couldn't. She nearly fetishd with anger and disgust when Jared inserted his finger in her mouth.

"Since it's the holidays, I'm going to give you a little present, Megan." Jared said with a grin. "First, I want you to kneel down in front of me.

Oh god no, Megan thought. Please don't let him do this. She tried to speak in protest but his finger was still in her mouth as she began to adjust the hem and material of her dress to get down in a kneeling position.

"You must realize something, Megan," Jared said as removed his finger from her mouth and began to unzip his wool slacks. "Men love to receive oral pleasure from a woman. Especially beautiful women such as yourself. It makes us feel powerful."

Megan watched in horror as Jared removed his hardening member from his pants and she tried to look away, but Jared told her, "Look at it Megan. See it as a tool to win your husband's undying affection."

"Please," Megan said as she looked up at Jared with tearful eyes, "Don't... do this to me."

"It's for your own good as well as Scott's." Jared replied. "Now let's have our first lesmister in the art of pleasing your man, shall we? First, I want you to put your hand around the base of it."

"No... I can't." Megan cried. "My husband."

"Forget about Scott for the moment. Right now you will do everything I say. Put your hand around it." Jared commanded.

Megan struggled, but it was of no use. Her hand slowly went up and encircled Jared's cock. It was warm to the touch and jumped in her hand.

"Now, stoke it back and forth, very gently, until it's fully erect." Jared said softly.

Megan began to do as she was told and felt his penis expand and lengthen in her hand. Jared then continued his instructions. "First, I want you to lick around the surface of the head."

Megan whimpered and try as she might, she could not help but lean her head forward and part her lips to allow her tongue to come out and begin licking the tip of his shaft.

"Yes...just like that." Jared sighed with pleasure, "Now move on to the rest... lick up and down the entire length...don't stop stoking with your hand...yes...just like that."

Megan's tongue move smoothly up and down Jared's cock as he watched in utter enjoyment. This was something he would never tire of watching. Her perfectly manicured hand around his penis, her glossy lips, her wet tongue, all gave him a rush of ecstasy. "Very good, Megan. You learn very quickly. Now, take it into your mouth, just the head at first...and swirl your tongue around it... yes... just like that. Make it completely wet."

As thoroughly disgusted as she was having to do this, it wasn't as bad as she thought it would be. She looked at the door and hoped Jared's wife would come looking for him, but she was probably still talking to Karen. At least that was what she hoped. All she wanted was to get this over with as quickly as possible.

"Slow down, Megan." Jared suggested, "Take your time. Enjoy it as if it was the most wonderful thing you could ever do for a man."

Megan heard his words and was overcome by a sudden arousal. As she slid her lips over his shaft and worked her tongue continually around it, she found herself enjoying the taste and sensation of having him in her mouth. Soon, she was taking as much of him in her mouth as she could, and Jared sighed deeply as he leaned back against the desk. He reached up and held her delicately by the back of her head to guide her back and forth and took delight in how eager she seemed to be as she sucked and licked him. Before long, the pleasure of her warm mouth was getting the better of him and he gently pulled out of her mouth as he held her head back.

"That's enough of that." Jared said with a grin. "As much as I'd like for you to continue, I think you get the idea."

Megan looked up at Jared in confusion. She almost wanted to keep going, but Jared told her, "Stand up, now. It's time for your next lesmister."

Megan stood up and wondered what he was going to do next. Her mind struggled with the thought of wanting to leave and wanting to stay. Where is Scott? Megan thought.

"I have another question for you, Megan." Jared said, and Megan immediately knew she wasn't going to like what he was going to ask her.

"No...please...no more." Megan begged. "Let me leave."

"Very soon. We're almost done." Jared assured her. "Have you ever had anal sex?"

Megan squeezed her eyes shut, wanting to block him out from her mind. This was too much and she couldn't take it anymore. She started to plead, " Don't..."

"Answer the question." Jared commanded.

"No." Megan answered in a barely audible whisper.

"Well, there's no time like the present to experience it." Jared said. "I want you come and lean over my desk."

"Please, Jared. Don't make me do this." Megan cried as she wrung her hands together.

"I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think." Jared said. "Now, be a good girl and do what
you're told."

Megan, with utter defeat, moved slowly to the desk and leaned over it, placing her hands flat on the dark wood top. She never dreamed anything like this would ever happen to her. All the money and success in the world was not worth this offense. She winced as she felt Jared reach and gather her dress to slide it up slowly, revealing her long, shapely legs and finally, her perfectly shaped behind. Jared let out a breath of excitement as he found her wearing sheer, thigh high hose with white thong underwear to hide her panty lines.

"Oh, my." Jared said with obvious enjoyment. "At least you dress the part of a temptress, even if you don't take advantage of all your talents. This is very nice."

Megan shut her eyes tight as she felt him cup her firm ass cheeks with his palms, fondling them firmly before he told, her, "Spread your legs a little, Megan."

Megan spread her high heels apart and shuddered when she felt Jared slide her panties down and take her by the hips, placing the tip of his cock behind her. He told her, "This will hurt at first, but I think you'll soon find it very enjoyable."

Jared inserted his cock and, without warning, thrust it in quickly as he clamped a hand over her mouth, anticipating a loud scream, which Megan emitted with an "Ummmph!!!!" behind his hand. She tried to reach up to take his hand away, but he was too strong, and she needed both hands for support as he began to slam into her from behind.

"Let's not alarm the guests, shall we?" Jared said as continued to fuck her tight ass in quick strokes. With his other hand he reached for the top of her dress and began to fondle and squeeze her full and generous breasts with vigor. "You have an incredible body, Megan. Scott should be having you once a day at least. I'm confident we can fix that. The first lesmister is to enjoy the pleasure of sexual intercourse. The more you do it, the more satisfied you become. Aren't you starting to enjoy this a little more now, Megan?"

Megan continued to try and scream but it was no use. The pain was intense, but after several minutes, it began to decrease with every thrust. The thought of anyone but Scott touching her was abhorrent, but she was soon being overcome with sexual tension and desire. She tried to fight the idea, but Jared's assault began to overwhelm her in ways she didn't think possible. Incredibly, to herself, she began to feel the first stirring of an orgasm, which she hadn't experienced in months with Scott. She mostly faked it to please him, and now it was coming like an onrushing tidal wave of pleasure. When Jared had the first inkling that Megan was now enjoying the experience, he released his hand from her mouth and let her moan aloud.

"How does it feel now , Megan?" Jared asked as he gave her a few hard thrusts, jarring her body and making her head and back arch upward and her breast bounce.

"Unnnnh!!" She groaned as she gripped the edges of the desk. "Don't!!...stop!!"

"That's what I thought." Jared said with a laugh. "From now on you are going to be open to new sexual experiences, Megan. And now it's time for you to come."

Jared took both of Megan's breasts that had spilled out of her dress and gripped them hard as he began a final assault of fast, hard thrusts, ramming Megan hard up against the desk, where she was squealing with ecstasy. She began to shiver with an intense climax as Jared began to explode inside of her. Megan was shuddering now, sprawled on his desk, breathing heavily as Jared continued hammering until every drop of his seed was pumped into her. After several seconds, he finally quit, gasping for air.

After Jared regained his senses, he pulled out of Megan, tucked his cock back into his pants, and gave Megan an appreciative, gentle slap on her smooth ass.

"That was incredible." Jared said as he went around his desk to get a cigar out of his humidor. He sat down in his huge leather chair and relaxed, watching as Megan got up from the desk and began to pull up her panties and straighten herself up.

"Come here, Megan." Jared called out to her. "Come sit on my desk for a minute."

Still stunned from her experience, Megan walked slowly over to Jared and sat up on
the edge of his desk, crossing her long legs elegantly.

"We have a few matters to discuss before we return to the party." Jared said as he lit his cigar. "And I want you to listen very carefully. Do you understand?"

Megan nodded and Jared continued as he puffed and blew a large plume of cigar smoke in Megan's direction. "From now on, your job is to keep your husband content, and there's three important things you have to remember. One: you have to be a cook in the kitchen. Two: you have be a maid in the living room. Three: you have to be a whore in the bedroom. Now, repeat those back to me."

Megan's will was completely broken, and dizzied by the cumulative effects of the sex, champagne, and cigar smoke, she repeated to Jared in a soft voice, "I'm going to be a cook in the kitchen ....a maid in the living room...and a...whore.. in the bedroom."

"That's a good girl." Jared said as he patted her thigh. "Now, the first thing I want you to do is quit your job, whatever it is. Your sole purpose now will be to keep your husband completely happy. Keep yourself in shape and looking spectacular. Read some books to learn new sexual techniques. Fuck his brains out every night. Meet him at the door wearing sexy lingerie and give him oral sex as soon as he gets home. Better yet, I want you to wake him up with a glorious blowjob every morning before he comes to work. That way, he's relaxed all day and he performs better for me. Believe it or not, stress was the number one problem with my top executives until a few years ago."

Megan looked at Jared in stunned silence, trying to grasp what Jared was telling her. Ideas that went against everything she ever believed about herself. No matter how hard she tried to fight against them, his words were beginning to make complete sense.

"I know this will be hard at first, but I told you earlier that this is not only for my selfish reamisters. This will benefit you as well. When you send Scott off to work, you can rest assured in the fact that he is thinking only of you and will never stray. A man will never look elsewhere when he has everything he needs at home. Do you understand what I'm telling you, Megan?"

Megan took a minute to comprehend what he had told her and wondered why she hadn't thought of all those things before. She took a deep breath and answered, "Yes."

"When you go home tonight, I want you to surprise Scott with long, slow, oral sex. Believe me, he'll love you all the more for it." Jared said as he arose from his chair and took Megan by the arm to escort her back towards the party. "Scott has the opportunity to be very successful in my firm, Megan. He's what we call an 'up and comer.'"

"I want him to be 'up and coming' at home as well." Jared said with a smile as they both walked back down the hall together. Jared let his hand slip down her bare back and gave Megan one more gentle squeeze on her firm ass cheek before they reached the living room. Then, the two of them rejoined the party as if nothing happened.

The End

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Wendy And The Witchdoctor

There goes the neighborhood," said Wendy looking out the window.

Stan looked up from his dinner. His six foot tall, buxom blonde wife was framed in the sunlight staring out the window. She could have joined the Swedish bikini team she was so beautiful and stacked, everyday he was reminded of how lucky he was and today with the sunlight shining on her was no exception. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"It looks like the new neighbor's a black guy."

"Well you can cross twenty thousand dollars off the value of our house then." Stan got up and joined his wife at the window. "Man he's huge, he's probably just a moving man." The man bulged with muscles and had a shaved head. The black giant wasn't working though, three other black men were unloading boxes from a truck.

"You're probably right," she replied watching as the three workers finsihed, they bowed their heads towards the bald giant and left.

* * *

Stan was wrong, the new neighbor was the black man. Stan saw him outside the next day as Stan was flipping burgers on the grill. "Hello," he called.

"Hello," said the black man coming over to the fence.

"Stan Marsh," said Stan shaking hands with the biggest man he had ever seen, watching his own normal-sized hand get swallowed up by the black man's. He was also the darkest black man Stan had ever met.

"Mobutu Tanaka, Dr Tanaka."

"Where you from Dr Tanaka?" The man had a strong accent.

"I am from Kenya. I am Masai

"What brings you to the states?"

"I am taking a class at the university on new medical techniques to take home to my people.

"Just one class?"

"Yes, you would call it a refresher, then I will go home."

Stan couldn't help being impressed. This man had bought a house to live in for only three months. He came from money. "Would you like to come in for a burger?" Stan thought Mobutu might be an interesting guy to talk too.

"Would you have Americn hot dog?

"Sure, I can throw some on the grill."

"I have not had American hot dog since college."

"Wendy, bring me out a couple dogs from the fridge," Stan yelled through an open window.

A moment later, Wendy opened the sliding glass door and walked out onto the porch with two hot dogs on a paper plate. Mobutu looked up at the statuesque blonde. "Perfect," he said.

"What?" asked Wendy. She wore an attractive business proffessional outfit, short skirt, heels, and jacket. The sunlight made her blue eyes sparkle.

"You are magnificent."

"Ah... thank you I guess," she said blushing.

Stan was frowning, but he quickly shrugged it off and took the hot dogs from his wife. The black man stared at Wendy until she became uncomfortable and returned inside.

"Your wife is tall for a white woman."

"Yes, she's six feet without the heels." Stan took the food off the grill. "Lets go inside, we have some fixins set up on the table and I will get us some takes. Would you like a beer?"

"No, milk or water please."

"Ok...I think we have some milk."

"That will be satisfactory."

Wendy returned, walking downstairs having changed into jeans and a tee shirt. The jeans hugged her perfectly round ass as did the tee shirt, stretching tight around her large, full bosom. "Here you go Mobutu," said Stan handing him a glass.

"You will call me Dr Tanaka or your highness."

Both Stan and Wendy were taken aback by his unfriendliness. "You are royalty?" she asked.

"My brother is King, he rules over many Krals."

"And you are the tribe's doctor?" asked Stan.

"I am the tribe's Shaman, what you would call a witchdoctor."

"Aren't you a real doctor?"

"A Shaman is a real doctor, but I know what you say, I also have a PHD. What do you do Wendy?"

"I'm a lawyer."

"Wendy is modest, she graduated from Harvard last year and just found a job, Dr Tanaka." Stan would be damned before he called the arrogant man "your highness."

"Intelligence and beauty."

His gaze and comments were making her uncomfortable again, she tried to change the subject. "You are not what I expected an African to look like."

"What is your meaning?"

"You know skinny, malnourished.

"My family is raised to be superior to the common warrior." Mobutu finished his hot dogs and milk. "I would relieve myself."

"The bathroom is down the hall on the right."

Mobutu stood and walked to the bathroom. He took out his long cock and relieved himself. Wet swimsuits hung over the shower curtain. Stupid Americans, he thought leaving an item that would give him control of them lying around. The beefy black man grabbed a hold of the bikini panties. The entire bikini was small, and would show off Wendy's magnificent body. He looked inside the panties, then looked again. Finally, he saw it, a small curly hair. It was blonde and handn't stood out against the material. The man's was easier, Mobutu immediately found a pubic hair in his swimsuit and he folded both his prizes in a piece of tissue paper, shoving it in his pocket.

Mobutu returned to the living room and saw that Wendy had moved next to Stan and Stan had his arm around her possessively. "Are you in good health?" he asked, Stan started to respond, but the black man added, "just Wendy."

"Yeah, perfect health. I rarely get sick and excercise regularly. My family is long-lived."

"Are they real?" he asked pointing at her breasts.

Wendy's mouth fell open. She recovered and said, "none of your business."

"They are real and all mine," interupted Stan. "I think it's time you left."

"Wendy, you are truly a genetically superior female, you should be with a gentically superior male."

Stan was pissed. "And I suppose that's you?"

"Yes."

"And I suppose you also have a twelve inch penis and can screw for hours like all black men?"

"Actually it is thirteen of your English inches and most black men are like you, pathetic and small, but the royal family of Tanaka has been breeding males superior in size, brains, and the ability to produce semen for hundreds of years. I believe your wife would be the perfect receptical for my semen. She is tall, athletic, brilliant, and physically well endowed."

"Get out of my house Moby."

Dr Tanaka glowered at the insult, that would cost the scrawny white man. "I will give you ten thousand dollars for you wife. That is the only barter I will offer."

"I said get out."

"Very well then." Mobutu turned and strolled back to his house.

* * *

Wendy stretched out cat-like on the cot in her yard. It felt good to lay out in the sun. A drop of sweat ran down her scantily clad breast and ended in her belly button. She closed her eyes, opening them later when a shadow fell across her body. Dr Tanaka was looming over her and she jumped in surprise wandering if she should scream for help. "I have been watching you," he said.

It was a week after the black man had come over to their house and she hadn't seen him since, short of the limo that picked him up for school and brought him back each morning. He was practically naked, weaing only a cheetah print loincloth. His chest was spectacular, as ridged as any body-builder's. Mobutu's skin was as black as coal and glistened with perspiration in the sunlight. "How long have you been standing there?" she asked.

"A quarter hour. You are most beautiful." The bikini was designed for maximum tanning. It was small and tight, her breasts strained at the top. The African was getting an eye full. "Have you considered my offer?"

"I'll never cheat on my husband Dr." Wendy decided to try to reamister with the big Masai. "I understand you aren't from here, but you can't just go around propositioning married women."

"Why? I take any woman of the tribe I desire. I have dozens of youngren amongst the krals. The husbands consider it an honor to raise a superior man's mister as his own."

"That's what you don't understand. This isn't Kenya. Now you should leave, my husband will be home soon.

"So? He is a weakling. I give you one last chance." Mobutu untied the side of his loincloth and pulled it asside. It was designed to confine the man's huge genitalia and when freed, the penis fell out not stopping until it nearly reached his knee. "This is what will pleaure your pussy like your husband never can."

"My god," she cried staring at the plump black monster swaying like a giant black banana. She was surprised to see that the man was circumsized, the head was as large as a small apple as were his testicles and it was thicker soft now then her husband's when hard.

"You may suck it."

"Get off my property."

Mobutu looked surprised by her rejection. His penis had even plumped up and risen a little in anticipation of her servicing him. "Remember this cock," he said turning to leave, walking naked, then running to leap over the fence between their yards.

Wendy stood up. "If you ever come back on my property again I will call the police," she yelled. What arrogance, she thought. Just because he had a huge cock...Wendy shivered, she hated that word. Just because he had a big penis, he felt he had the right to do anything. Wendy went inside, no longer comfortable outside in the skimpy bikini. She walked past a mirror and froze, her nipples were hard and prominent. She was ashamed that the situation had aroused her a little.

Mobutu walked up to the doll house in his living room. Three dolls soaked in glasses filled with dirty liquid. Mama Juju, an old voodoo woman in New Orleans had sent him the necessary materials to mix the concoction. The voodoo woman had great power, but many of her spells involved the use of marijuana and Mobutu saw have use-like holy water- as a weakness. He removed the Barbie doll from it's glass and carefully dried it off. Once dried, he placed a small dollop of glue on the doll's crotch area and stuck the piece of Wendy's pubic hair into it. He repeated the process with the Ken doll and finally the black Ken doll using his own pubic hair.

Mobutu needed to see if the ritual had worked. He placed Barbie on the bed in the doll house, then drew an erect penis on Ken with a black marker, placing Ken on top Barbie in the bed. Mobutu stripped naked so that his skin would blend into the night and swiftly ran next door, leaping the fence and rolling quickly to his feet. Within another minute, he had swiftly climbed an old tree that afforded him a good view of the neighbor's bedroom. The nights were cooler and their window was cracked open.

Wendy was laying under the covers, propped up reading a file folder. "Wow," she said looking up, where'd that come from?"

Stan walked into the room sporting a strong erection, his penis pointing up towards his belly button. "I don't know," he replied, it just sort of grew on me. You up for some? I don't want it to go to waste."

"Hop in, stud." Wendy folded the covers back. They turned the lights off and Mobutu was soon listening to the soft cries of Wendy and the grunts of her husband. Her cries turned to one long moan and soon Stan cried out as he came. "Ooh that was nice," said Wendy. "Hey, you're still hard."

"You know what, I think I can keep going," said Stan and the sounds of lovemaking filtered through the window again.

Mobutu jumped down from the tree and ran back to his house. He stuck his forefinger in his mouth, making sure it was wet before grabbing the Ken doll and smearing away the drawing of the erection. He then quickly returned to the tree in time to here Wendy say, "It's ok honey, it was still great. I haven't had an orgasm like that in years."

"Sorry," said Stan. "I don't know what happened."

Mobutu left the couple alone for a few days. When Saturday rolled around, he knew Stan would leave to play golf and that was when Wendy liked to sun bath. Unfortunately, the day was overcast and Wendy's cot remained empty.

Mobutu stripped the Barbie doll and dressed it in a bikini, he laid the doll down outside the dream house and went upstairs to wait by a window. He stood there frozen like a statue until fifteen minutes later, his sexy neighbor walked outside in her skimpy bikini.

Mobutu grinned and returned downstairs. He took a joint from his wallet and lit it. He hated the stuff, but Mama Juju swore on it for clouding people's judgement. He decided to just fill his mouth up with smoke and not inhale. He blew one mouthful on the doll and pinched the joint to extinguish it. He then removed the dolls top. before returning upstairs to his window.

* * *

Wendy didn't know what she was thinking as she removed her bikini top. She had alway wanted an all around tan, but today it was so cloudy she'd probably have been better off staying inside and doing errands. Still, she had gotten a strong urge to lay out and then to take her top off. She wasn't an exhibitionist either, the skimpy bikini was only for the backyard, she had a modest two piece for wearing in public. She hadn't feared anyone seeing her in this bikini until Dr Tanaka bought the house next door.

Thinking about the black man conjured memories of seeing him nude last week, his huge appendage starting to rise. It was an image forever frozen in her brain. His penis was just something to be admired, she'd never relax with a black man, or any man other then her husband for that matter. She even felt sorry for the black doctor, though he bragged about it, there was no way any woman could have taken his monster coc...penis. Unless, Masai women were built differently?

Now, here she was removing her bikini top when the doctor might be home and able to see her. She hadn't seen much of him since the incident and not at all this day, so she decided to risk it. Strange, but it felt good exposing herself outside. She'd have to consider going topless the next time they were in the Carribean. The white areas normally covered by the bikini stood out against her tan skin.

Wendy laid back and closed her eyes for several minutes, opening them suddenly. She looked down her topless body at the bikini bottom. Why not? Her hand untied the string at her side and she lifted her ass up long enough to pull her panties completely off exposing her trimmed blonde bush to the world.

She closed her eyes again, exposing herself had her thinking about sex, mostly her husband, but her neighbor's penis flashed in her thoughts more then once. Her right nipple grew until it extended it's full three quarters of an inch. She opened her eyes staring at her nipple. It was so hard it ached a little and sweat glistened on it making it look wet. Then her left nipple followed suit and she felt herself becoming aroused.

* * *

Mobutu stood in the window with the nude Barbie in his hand. He quit licking it's nipples and moved to it's crotch. Outside, Wendy began squirming on the cot. The nude woman parted her legs then swiftly closed them. She quickly stood up, grabbed her bikini and ran into the house.

He assumed she would be masturbating. He returnned to the doll house and played around with the Barbie and Ken, putting them in different positions. He bent Barbie's legs and put her face in Ken's laps, put them in the sixtynine position, bent her legs forward so that he could sit her on Ken's crotch, and bent her so that it resemred doggy style. Every now and then he took the Barbie and licked it's breasts and crotch. Finally, he dressed Barbie in just her bikini bottoms and left her in the house.

Stan got home just after dark when it was safe for the black man to sneak back into their yard. Wendy was standing in the kitchen window topless washing dishes and her husband was staring at her in awe with a dumb grin on his face.

Mobutu returned home and grabbed both dolls. When he got back to thier yard, he drew an erection on Ken, though it wasn't necessary, Stan already had an inferior bulge in his pants. Mobutu held Barbie's head in Ken's crotch, and watched.

Wendy turned from the dishes and walked over to her husband. "God, I'm glad your home." She dropped to her knees on the kitchen floor and carressed his bulge. "I've been so horny all day. I don't know whats come over me." Wendy quickly unzipped her husband and pulled out his dick, happy to see he had another big erection like last week. It looked good enough to eat and for the first time in her life she leaned forward and took him in her mouth.

"Holy cuckolds brownie," he said startled. "You haven't done this before."

Wendy was just starting to bob her head over it when Mobutu erased the erection. "What's wrong, don't you like it?' she asked letting his limp penis roll from her mouth.

"No, it felt great. I don't know what happened. It was there and then it was gone."

"Lets go upstairs and see if I can get it to come back." Wendy grabbed his hand and pulled her husband upstairs.

Mobutu climbed the tree and watched as she stripped off his clothes and pulled him into bed after turning out the lights. He drew another erection on Ken and heard her coo in delight. A few minutes later, "Yeah baby," moaned Wendy. "Harder, harder, just a lttle more, I'm close baby, real close," and then "Nooo, please not again," as Mobutu smeared out the erection.

Mobutu left the tree and returned home. He drew a limp, shriveled penis on Ken and placed him on the bed in the doll house. He waited until it was late and he assumed the couple next door would be arelax. He took Barbie and licked her breasts and crotch again before laying her in bed beside Ken. He took the black Ken and placed it on top of Barbie.

Wendy woke up with a start, the dream rapidly fading. She couldn't remember it, but it was hot. Stan was in the bathroom. "Honey, come back to bed."

Stan walked back into the room wearing boxers which was odd since he usually walked around nude until dressing. "We can't Wendy, we'll be late for church."

Wendy sighed. "Maybe when we get back then?"

"We'll see."

Wendy was so hot and bothered, she couldn't concentrate on the sermon. Her nipples were hard and rubbing against her bra. She squirmed in her seat hoping the preacher would hurry and finish before her wet pussy soaked through her clothes and stained the pew. She had a strong desire to kneel before her husband and suck on his penis again.

When they got home, Wendy thought she saw the curtains move in Dr Tanaka's house as if he was watching them. She forgot about the black man as she entered their living room when Stan suddenly said, "Hey, you still up for some afternoon fun?"

Wendy looked over at him and saw his pants were tented out. With a squeal of delight, she kneeled at his feet and pulled out his rock hard erection, taking him back in her mouth. Then it was gone, his penis withering into a limp little worm within seconds.

His huge cock was hard in her mouth, pushing into her throat and Wendy loved it. She looked up, but it wasn't Stan who was looking down at her. It was Dr Tanaka. She gasped in horror.

"Jesus, I'm sorry, but you don't have to make such a big deal over it." Stan was shaking her. "Maybe, it's stress. If this keeps up, I'll see a doctor. Trust me Wendy, it's not you, it's me."

"I'm sorry too," she said climbing to her feet. The image of kneeling before the black man wouldn't leave her mind. It stayed with her all day and into her dreams. Her dreams changed though, sometimes she was on all fours as the black man fucked her from behind, sometimes she was riding his mighty cock, and all the while, Stan was lying beside her in the bed with a limp dick seemingly frozen, doing nothing to stop them.

She had these dreams every night, Mobutu completely replaced her husband in her sex fantacies. Worse, several times a day, her nipples would grow and her pussy would get wet. Stan made no sexual moves on her at all and when she glimpsed him naked, his dick was always small and limp.

* * *

On Saturday, Mobutu placed the topless Barbie back on the cot outside the doll house and waited for Wendy to show up. This time she walked out without even bothering to wear the bikini top. He placed a naked black Ken beside her and blew marijuana smoke at the Barbie doll to cloud her judgement.

Mobutu put on the loincloth and walked next door. "May I join you?" he called.

Wendy jumped as he had startled her and held her arms across her breasts. "I don't think that's wise."

"I just want some conversation. I appologize for my behaviour previously. I was just startled by your beauty."

"Well ok then, but let me go get my top."

"Don't bother. Masai women do not cover their breasts. My people are much more comfortable with nudity. I will join you if it helps." Mobutu removed his loin cloth and laid next to her cot in the grass staring up a the sun. He was pleased to see her gaze focusing on his crotch and soon she became comfortable enough to show him her breasts. "This is nice," he said, "to lay here and not worry about cobras and mambas and lions."

"Your home sounds fascinating."

"It is."

She looked at his cock, plump and half-erect. "May I ask you a medical question?"

"Certainly."

"Do you know anything about impotence?"

"Your husband?"

She hesitated. "Yes, he's been acting weird. Occasionaly he will get an erection, but then it's gone and most of the time it doesn't stir." She sobbed a little with frustration.

"Did this start around the time I moved here?"

"Yes, I think so, but what does that have to do with it?"

"Your husband is intimidated by me."

"I find that hard to believe."

"I could be wrong, but I've seen it before. A weak man when confronted by a superior male often becomes impotent. He imagines his woman with the superior male fucking her with his superior cock like the wimp never could."

Ugh, there was that word again. Strangely, cock seemed to apply more to Mobutu's long snake-like penis.

"It has happened to me before, the woman becomes infatuated with me and the husband becomes incapable of interfering."

"I don't think that's the problem," she replied sarcastically, though the fact that she had been dreaming about the doctor scared her.

"I've offended you. I should go." He stood up near her head so that she was looking up the long dangling cock.

"Yes, I think you should." She couldn't take her eyes off his cock and wondered what it would look like fully erect.

Mobutu bowed and walked naked back to his house. He grabbed Barbie and black Ken, taking them to his vantage point upstairs. He held Barbie up to his face and licked her crotch, watching as Wendy jumped on the cot and started squirming. He quit and placed the black doll's head on her crotch and watched.

On the cot, Wendy parted her legs and thrashed her head back and forth. She was staring at his house as if afraid or hoping he would come out. Her hips were thrusting slightly and her hand would wander down to her pussy only to jerk back as she realized what she was doing. Suddenly, her back arched and her mouth opened as she came. Once again, she hurried back inside her house. Mobutu grinned then rubbed his jaw. It was sore as black Ken had power over him also.

* * *

All week Wendy played with herself imagining she was with the black man and dreaming about him at night. She was starting to wonder if she could resist him, the images were becoming so vivid and she was so horny. She hadn't even seen a short erection on her husband this week.

Friday night she awoke in a sweat from a particularily powerful dream. She feared she was drowning and had a funny taste in her mouth. All she could remember of the dream was that it involved sucking off Tanaka. She played with herself while Stan snored beside her wondering if the doctor would come talk to her again when she laid out the next day.

* * *

Mobutu squeezed the last of his sperm out of his cock and looked at the cum splattered Barbie. His balls had stored up a lot since he last had sex and the doll was covered. Tomorrow he thought, she would be ready.

The next day he stripped Barbie and black Ken placing them outside the doll house together. Barbie sat on the cot with her face in the black doll's crotch.

* * *

Wendy walked completely nude out to her cot without giving it a second thought. It wasn't long at all before the black man walked out his back door wearing his loincloth. He didn't even ask to join her, just assuming she'd let him. He jumped over the fence and walked over to her.

"I thought we could talk some more," said Mobutu letting the loincloth fall down so that his cock swayed seductively before her face. The cock she fantasized about constantly, her gaze focused on it and she licked her lips. "I see the way you stare at my superior black cock. Would you like to touch it?"

She wanted to do more then touch it, but she just nodded and reached out one hand to caress his shaft and another to heft his balls. Just touching it sent a jolt of pleasure through her body. Her pleasure grew as his cock grew. The monster extended several inches and swelled, rising ponderously until it pointed directly at her mouth as if comanding her to suck it. It truly was over a foot long and as thick as her wrist.

"Isn't it magnificent?" he asked.

"Yes," said Wendy completely enthralled with the huge, dark black cock. "I've never seen anything like it in all my life."

"Now you see why your husband has been feeling inferior."

"Yes, I think I understand. Your cock is twice as big as his penis." Wendy wanted to take him in her mouth, but needed permission since he was royalty. She leaned forward and kissed the bulbous head directly on his pee-slit. She kept her lips on it and looked up at him.

"You may service my cock with your mouth if you desire."

Wendy felt a surge of pleasure and she quickly parted her lips taking the head inside her mouth, feeling complete for the first time in weeks. It was as if she belonged here, naked at his feet, slurping on his black scepter of power. Weeks ago, she wouldn't have done this for Stan, now she was willingly sucking on her arrogant black neighbor's thirteen inch cock. It was a shame, Stan's performance had been so disappointing, he would have been good practice for Dr Tanaka's cock.

Wendy took her mouth off the head to lubricate it better. She began with the tip, running her tongue all around the head, then down the shaft. He grabbed the tip and held it up for her, thrusting his balls in her face. She licked those too, amazed at how big they were.

Wendy kissed her way back up to the end and took it in her mouth again. She hadn't even taken a quarter of his cock in her mouth when it pushed into her throat and she gagged. She relaxed her throat and tried a little at a time managing half his cock. She decided to go with that and started rapidly bobbing her head while jerking the rest with both her hands. Despite her enthusiasm, he lasted a long time, almost outlasting her strength.

He came with little warning other then the fact that his cock seemed even bigger now then it had just minutes earlier. His cock seemed to be doing push-ups in her throat, then she realized he was cumming directly into her belly. Horrified at the thought of swallowing sperm, she backed up feeling it pouring down her throat, then it was in her mouth and she could taste it. It was one of the most delicious things she had ever put in her mouth. Her cheeks bulged out and sperm dribred out the sides of her mouth as she gulped and he still wasn;t done cumming. More rolled around her tongue before sliding down her throat and she jerked his cock off with one hand making sure every drop was in her mouth, but suddenly she screamed in orgasm and lost control getting one last splatter of hot cum across the face.

Confused, Wendy looked down to see what had made her orgasm and saw her free hand frantically rubbing her clit. After cumming, the guilt hit her and she fell back from his still hard cock in horror. "What have I done? Please tell me this was all a dream? My god, Stan..."

"Is a weakling, but I understand. It was a mistake, you could not help yourself. Masai cock is hard to resist. I will not go naked before you anymore, but your cock sucking s*******s were impressive and I will let you service me anytime you desire."

Wendy watched him leave then ran into her house crying. The guilt didn't last long. By the end of the weekend, she knew she both loved and prefered sucking black cock. She wanted to do it again.

Barbie sat in a chair all weekend staring at a piece of paper with writing on it that said: I want to suck more black cock, I want to eat more cum, I wish I could swallow his entire cock, I love sucking Mobutu's cock, and My husband is a wimp who can never satisfy my need for superior black cock.

Mobutu didn't move the doll until he got back from class on Monday. Then he stripped it and placed it kneeling at black Ken's feet, blowing some marijuana smoke at them just to be on the safe side.

He watched through a window as Wendy got home from work wearing another skirt and jacket. She stared at his house and she walked into her own. His doorbell rang ten minutes later. He opened his door to find a confused looking Wendy standing before him wearing a robe. She looked nervous, like she didn't know quite what to say. "P-please your h-highness, I'd like to suck on your c-cock again."

"Is this wise? I don't want you to do it if your going to regret it again."

"I won't regret it. I have to do it again. I promise I will do better. I only have an hour until Stan is home."

"Then you may." Mobutu walked over to his couch and sat down spreading his legs open. "Remove the robe and crawl to me."

Wendy dropped the robe, she was nude underneath and fell to her knees. She crawled over to him, her mouth watering at the thought of sucking him off again. "May I remove your cock your highness?" she asked when she arrived between his legs.

"You may and I want you to tell me what you think of my cock as you do."

Wendy's hands fumred with the buttons, opening his pants and pulling the zipper down. "I want to suck on your cock so bad. I was afraid I'd never see it again. Oh yes," she said when her hand closed around it and she pulled it out of his pants. "I love your black cock your highness."

"You may proceed then."

Wendy attacked his cock, quickly licking it before taking it back in her mouth. She managed another inch today before he came and she swallowed every drop. Nor did she quit there, she kept him in her mouth clamping her lips around the head and tugging on it until he turned hard again. Wendy had just swallowed his second load when she realized the time and ran home with her robe untied and flapping behind her. She made it inside just before Stan got home. Mobutu watched all this from his window grinning.

He kept the Barbie in the chair staring at the words all week not even bothering to kneel her before the black doll. Wendy came over every day after work and blew him, often swallowing several loads of cum before running home. By the end of the week, her lips were kissing his pubic hair, she had swallowed his entire shaft. "You love it in your mouth so much, imagine how it will feel in your pussy," he said as she ran out the door on Friday night.

Stan never knew why he got nothing but tv dinners and pizza that week, nor why she didn't eat much with him saying she wasn't hungry.

* * *

Wendy had a rough night. "Imagine how it will feel in your pussy?" echoed through her brain. She tossed and turned in her relax alternately riding Mobutu's black cock, being crushed beneath his weight, or kneeling before him being fucked doggy style. The dreams moved to every room of her house. She was on the kitchen table, she was bent over the couch, everywhere she was fucking Mobutu.

Wendy actually had an orgasm in her relax just dreaming about it. She awoke towards dawn, breathing heavy, her body completely aroused. Her pussy was soaked with arousal and a little sore. She had dreamed Mobutu had emptied his balls into her waiting pussy.

* * *

Mobutu woke up and showered. He waited for Stan to leave and *******ed time by writing more commands for Barbie to stare at. He finished and cleaned Barbie off. The doll laid on her back with it's legs bent upwards. Mobutu had stabbed a hole in the crotch and masturbated on it again making sure plenty of sperm had poured inside the doll.

He took black Ken and laid it naked on the cot. Then he drew a baby on Barbie's belly and colored it black with the marker before sitting the Barbie astride black Ken.

* * *

Wendy walked out into her yard naked, she no longer even bothered with her bikini. Mobutu was lying naked on her cot sunning himself. She had just been fantacizing about riding his cock in just that position. Could this strange black man read minds? Did he know how bad she wanted to fuck him?

"I hope you don't mind Wendy. I saw Stan leave and thought I'd get an early start."

"No, I don't mind."

"You may suck on my cock."

"Actually, I was wondering if you'd let me try it in my pussy. I know it's too big to fit, but I'd like to try."

"I have never met a woman who can't handle my cock, though all are nervous at first. You may both fuck and suck me off. The royal family has been bred to orgasm more then ten times a day. We can fuck all day if it pleases you."

He talked like he had been with hundreds of women, the thought of which would of disgusted her if she wasn't so hot for his cock. "It pleases me," she said dropping between his legs.

Wendy sucked him until his cock was rock hard and glistening. She was reluctant to remove it from her mouth, her belly growling with hunger, but her pussy craved it more. Giving no thought at all to the fact she was unprotected, Wendy stood over his crotch, held his cock up and poised it on her labia, a place untouched by any man, but her husband until now. Closing her eyes, she lowered herself, feeling her labia part around the big cock head and it kept parting, stretching wider then it ever had before. Just when she thought it would rip her apart, the head entered her all the way.

Wendy stayed frozen squatting over the cot letting her body get used to him. She looked at Mobutu's grinning face, then down his muscular chest. She could just see the base of his cock between her breasts. His shaft was glistening as fluid flowed down it, soaking his crotch. Her pussy was lubricating it, making it easier for her. She hadn't know she could get this wet. She circled her hips around his cock head and lowered herself some more.

She felt stuffed full after five inches, the thickness filling her as much as her husband's entire, much skinnier penis. Her pussy was gripping his shaft tightly, spasming occassionaly as it continued to get wet. She was breathing heavy when she hit the half-way mark, the pee-slit just teasing areas deep in her and previously untouched. It was starting to feel good, real good.

Wendy needed to cum and started flexing her legs, raising and lowering herself along his cock, taking a little more as she got used to it. The orgasm came quickly and was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The one her husband had given her weeks ago was like comparing a firecracker to a stick of dynamite. "OH YESSS," she screamed loud enough her other neighbors might have heard her. The orgasm almost made her pass out, it curled her toes and made her legs go weak, so weak they couldn't hold her up anymore. She collapsed, impaling herself on the rest of Mobutu's cock. The shock she felt from all the pleasure and pain it gave her did make her pass out.

When she recovered the pain was gone. Mobutu was kissing her lips. She had collapsed forwards, her breasts mashing against his muscled chest. Her pussy had contoured itself around his entire cock. She could feel every ridge, vein, and bump. A thick vein ran the length of his shaft and it pulsed with each beat of his heart. Each pulse sent a spasm of pleasure throughout her body. Her heart was racing and she was filled with a sense of joy. This was were she belonged.

Mobutu cupped her ass with his strong hands and lifted her a little, begining to buck his hips while kissing her. Wendy arched her back as she came again. She took over riding him to orgasm after orgasm. They grew stronger when he leaned up and took one of her thick nipples between his lips.

Wendy rode him until her leg muscles got sore. "Do you realize what a great honor you are about to recieve," the black man asked grunting occassionally.

"I do," she said and the hose in her pussy exploded. His cum was so strong, she felt it would throw her off him like she was sitting on a geyser. Her mind was exagerating of course, but it still felt powerful. Wendy came with each wad that shot out of his cock and she collapsed again.

She came to her senses lying in the grass on her back. Mobutu was still lying on the cot. His cum crusted cock rested across his thigh, soft, but still long and plump. "That was incredible," she said staring up a him with a look of worship on her face.

"Come clean my cock off," said Mobutu.

Wendy crawled to him and took his dirty cock in her mouth, it quickly turned hard again and she deep throated him until he filled her belly with his hot sperm.

He didnt cum ten times like he had bragged, but they fucked three more times after she blew him. By the time she went inside before Stan got home, her knees were grass stained and grass stuck in her sperm covered body.

Wendy wanted him again on Sunday, but there was no opportunity. By Monday, she was so cock-crazy, she left work early and was waiting on Dr Tanaka's steps when he got back from class.

Wendy fucked him in his bed for as long as she dared before Stan got home. She was starting to resent her husband. He was keeping her from Mobutu's cock.

Wednesday night, Wendy woke up from another powerful dream. She was covered in sweat and now she craved his cock in her ass. Her butt-hole even stung a little and she was so sweaty, it felt like she had cum in her ass. What was happening to her? First she had sucked him off, then commited adultery, now she wanted him to sodomize her. Wendy played with herself before going back to relax. This time she used her free hand to stick a finger in her ass.

Mobutu made sure plenty of his sperm ran into the new hole he had poked in the doll's ass. He then sat the doll back down in the chair staring at the paper with the following commands:

I am a slut for black cock.
My body belongs to Mobutu, he is my master.
He can put his cock anywhere.
It pleases me to serve him.
* * *

The pain made Wendy happy. Some of the tissue in her ass had ripped, but it meant she was one step closer to getting her ass fucked. Mobutu grunted and pushed the entire head in stretching her anus out even more. "D-don't waste time your highness," she groaned. "Push it in, I can take it."

Mobutu pulled back and thrust forward. She took about eight inches before it wedged. Wendy screamed, bucking, trying to get away from his spear, tears rolling down her eyes as Mobutu kept a firm grip on her waist.

She calmed down after a few minutes, but still sobbed. "Do you want me to pull out?" he asked.

"No master, I want you to fuck my ass." Wendy didn't know where "master" had come from, but it was appropriate. Mobutu started to move, starting slow, but picking up pace. "Fuck me master, fuck my ass. Give me that black cock." Wendy continued to babble the whole time he fucked her. Towards the end, it actually started to feel good and she looked forward to when her ass was permanately stretched out to accomodate him. His cum was like a soothing balm coating her sore insides as it swelled up to fill the vacuum left by his deflating cock.

* * *

"Greetings Stan, I thought I would pay a neighborly visit."

"That's Mr Marsh, your highness," said Stan sarcastically.

"Of course, Mr Marsh," said Mobutu stepping inside."

Wendy walked into the room and Stan was confused by the way his wife's face lit up when she saw the arrogant black man. "Dr Tanaka, what a pleasant surprise."

"Is there something going on here, that I don't know about?"

"I have come again to offer you ten thousand dollars in exchange for your wife."

"That's it ass-hole get the fuck out of my house," screamed Stan.

"Honey," interupted Wendy. "I suggest you accept Dr Tanaka's generous offer."

"Huh?"

"Yes, Mr Marsh. My offer is generous. That kind of money is worth a lot of cattle to the Masai. I have fucked your wife all week. She is no longer happy with your pathetic white man's penis. She is hooked on black cock."

Stan felt weak and the color drained from his face. Wendy hadn't contradicted the black man. "H-honey, is this true?"

"Yes, Stan. I have sucked, fucked, and taken his superior black cock up my ass. You will never satisfy me now. I'm hooked on his giant black cock, it's all I think about now."

"Think about it Mr Marsh. I need to go home and make a quick call. When I come back, I am going to fuck your wife in your marital bed."

This was all too much for Stan, his legs gave out and he fell to the floor with shock. Wendy ran upstairs and he followed. She was actually primping herself. She put on some make-up and brushed her hair before stripping and lying on the bed. He heard Mobutu slam the door as he returned.

"Wendy, I don't want you to do this."

"I have to Stan, it's what I was born to do."

"If you love me, you'll end this now."

Wendy just smiled sympathetically at him and sat up on the bed as Mobutu entered the bedroom. She thrust her breasts out prominately as if posing for the black man. Mobutu was already half-naked, like he had started stripping climbing the stairs. Stan's wife reached up, pulling open his already unbuttoned pants. "Wendy stop," he yelled at her then, "dear god." Wendy was holding what looked like a black python in her hand. The black man's cock was huge, he hadn't been lying when he said it was thirteen inches.

Stan had been harboring ***ous thoughts in his mind. There was a loaded gun in his dresser. He seriously considered getting it and putting a bullet into both of them, but he wasn't really a violent man. Instead, as Wendy wrapped her lips around the black man's cock, Stan's dick got hard.

His penis became uncomfortable and he was powerd to remove it, then touch it, soon he was stroking it as he watched his lovely wife deep throat the black man's impossibly large cock.

Later, Stan swore his wife jerked her head back from the power of the black man's orgasm. Sperm poured out of her mouth as Mobutu's large load overflowed it. Stan started sobbing as he looked away, finding himself looking at his own cum drying and flaking on his abdomen. His orgasm was pathetic compared to the one the black man had just emptied into Wendy's mouth.

"Look master, my husband has his little worm in his hand."

The black man just grinned at Stan and moved between Wendy's legs. Soon Wendy was screaming with pleasure and speaking profanity as Mobutu pounded her pussy with his cock. Stan's own dick had never gone down and he found himself stroking it again, cumming long before the black man. Mobutu was kneeling between Wendy's legs with her legs in his arms. The position provided Stan with a disgusting view of the black cock pistoning in and out of Wendy's pussy.

Stan came a few more times, his penis never deflating. He watched sperm pour out of Wendy's pussy. He watched Mobutu order her on all fours before the black Masai fucked her for a while doggy style, then pushed his cock into her ass. Stan couldn't help noticing the ease in which she recieved it.

Mobutu finally left early in the morning leaving Stan staring at his wife's prone form. Stan went over to the dresser and was reaching for his gun when his legs suddenly turned weak and his erection finally disappeared. He walked on his knees and placed his face in Wendy's sperm soaked pussy. He began eating her with gusto.

For the next two weeks, Stan slept on the couch while Mobutu took over his marital bed. When the black man left in the morning, Stan would crawl between his wife's legs and suck Mobutu's sperm out of her pussy. He lied to himself thinking he was doing this to keep her from getting pregnant, but knowing billions of sperm were assaulting her womb every day. Secretly he enjoyed doing it.

The last time he ate her out, she jumped up with a start and ran to the bathroom throwing up. She immediately called Mobutu and ran next door.

* * *

Mobutu escorted the pregnant woman out of the clinic. Wendy was beaming and constantly running her hand across her belly. This was what she wanted, not to be a lawyer, but to have dozens of black babies. "Where are we going?" she asked as they got in the limo.

"To the airport," Mobutu said to the Kenyan driver. "Call and have the jet readied."

Many black Africans helped Wendy aboard the jet, smiling at her. Mobutu turned to the limo driver and said something strange, "I need you to go to my house and burn what you find in the den. Do you understand?"

The driver nodded and bowed. Minutes later the lear jet took off into the sky bound for Africa.

Unfortunatly, the driver decided to stop for lunch before carrying out Mobutu's orders.

* * *

Mobutu in his haste to get to the clinic had bumped into the dollhouse and knocked white Ken from it's spot between Barbie's legs. Stan's ***ous thoughts returned as soon as he saw the limo pull out of Dr Tanaka's driveway.

Stan was no dummy, he knew his wife was probably pregnant. He grabbed his gun and walked over to Mubutu's house. He planned to wait for the limo to return and then shoot the couple as they entered the house. He broke the glass on the sliding door and walked into the house. Hie eyes falling on the dollhouse as he passed through the den.

Stan couldn't believe his eyes. The Ken doll laying on the floor, the slutty sayings written on paper in the rooms, the black Ken lying nearby. The sperm-crusted Barbie lying on the bed with holes poked in her crotch and ass. Stan was a skeptic, barely believing in god, only going to church for Wendy, but this looked for the world like a set of voodoo dolls.

He picked up Ken and examined it, seeing the little hair stuck in glue on the dolls crotch. He pulled it off, and immediately felt a strange since of relief come over him. He picked up Barbie, noticing she had the glued hair also as well as a black baby drawn on her belly. He ripped her hair out too.

Stan picked up the black Ken. He was reaching for the hair when instead his hand moved up to the doll's head. With a sudden jerk he turned the head around backwards and dropped the doll on the floor.

* * *

It was ruled a freak accident. Guards burst into the private room when the girl screamed. She was kneeling beside Prince Mobutu's prone form. His cock was hard and glistened with her saliva. However, the shaman's head was bent awkwardly backwards and his shallow breathing faded to nothing. The jet made an emergency landing in the Canary Islands.

Wendy was given the death penalty in Kenya for being alone with Mobutu when he fell and broke his neck, but King Usawe stayed the execution and took the white woman as one of his wives. Mobutu's mister was given to the tribe to raise as it's new shaman. Wendy bore Usawe many youngren as she and the King's five other wives tried to keep his carnal needs satisfied. She still lives in Kenya.

THE END

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Damien


Une semaine après je me rendis à l'adresse que Lamine m'avait donné.
L'immeuble délabré se trouvait dans le 17ème arrondissement de Paris.
Dans le hall il y avait quelques noirs qui jouaient aux dés.
Je leur demandais où je pouvais trouver Abdou, l'un deux m'indiqua une porte au fond d'un couloir su 5ème étage.
Je montais au 5ème étage et frappait à la porte où était marqué sur une étiquette 'M. A. Diouf'.
Un grand noir d'environ 40 ans ouvrit la porte, il était vêtu à la mode africaine, c'est à dire d'un grand boubou bleu, il me regarda et me demanda "Que voulez-vous?
- Bonjour je m'appelle Damien, je viens voir Monsieur Diouf de la part de Lamine.
- Ah c'est toi le pédé qui veut faire des plans cul ?
- Oui.
- Entre et appelle-moi Abdou".
Abdou me demanda de le suivre jusqu'à une pièce où il y avait un bureau.
Abdou s'installa derrière mister bureau et me dit "Alors c'est bien vrai tu veux vraiment des plans
cul avec des blacks ?
- Oui.
- Tu es sur de ce que tu dis ?
- Oui tout à fait.
- Tu te rends compte qu'ici ce n'est pas le Hilton.
- Bien sur.
- Depuis combien de temps te fais-tu enculer ?
- Depuis que je suis adolescent.
- Tu t'es fait enculer par combien de mecs ?
- Je ne sais pas, des dizaines c'est sur mais je n'ai pas compté.
- As-tu déjà fait des partouzes ?
- Oui.
- Combien de fois ?
- Je ne sais pas plusieurs fois et surtout depuis que j'ai fait la connaissance de Lamine.
- Combien de temps es-tu resté en Cote d'Ivoire ?
- deux mois.
- Est-ce que là bas tu t'es fait enculer par des blancs ?
- Non j'ai justement été là bas pour baiser avec des noirs, les bites des blancs et même des arabes ne me suffisent plus, elles ne mistert pas assez grosses.
- Bien, combien de fois est-ce que tu t'es fait enculer là bas ?
- Tous les jours.
- Combien de partouzes ?
- Je ne sais plus environ deux fois par semaine.
- Combien de mecs t'ont enculé au maximum pendant que tu étais là bas.
- Quinze.
- Combien de fois ?
- Deux fois.
- Est-ce qu'il faut s'occuper de ta bite ?
- Non je ne bande pas.
- Bien, qu'est-ce que tu n'aimes pas faire ?
- Rien.
- Tu es sur ?
- Oui.
- Est-ce que tu as déjà sucé une bite qui était sorti de ton cul pleine de merde.
- Oui.
- Ca t'a plu ?
- Oui.
- Est-ce que tu as déjà pris plusieurs bites dans ton cul en même temps ?
- Une fois.
- Et alors ?
- Rien je ne peux pas dire que j'ai aimé mais les deux bites mistert rentrées mais ce n'était pas des
noirs, c'était deux blancs.
- C'est bien d'être franc, tu parles de plaisir, que veux-tu dire par-là ?
- Quand je baise avec un mec je jouis comme une femme, je crie, je hurle mon plaisir, j'adore
sentir une bite ente mes lèvres ou coulisser dans mon cul.
- Tu sais ici, quand on fait des soirées cul, ce n'est pas vraiment baiser avec des mecs, ils
t'enculeront, tu seras leur chose, ton plaisir ils s'en foutent, la seule chose qui compte c'est
de tirer leur coup dans un cul c'est tout.
- Je l'avais compris.
- Enlève ton pantalon et ton slip".
J'obéis, une fois cul nu, Abdou me dit "Penches-toi en avant, écarte tes fesses et montre-moi ton trou du cul".
Je m'exécutai, Abdou se leva il palpa mes fesses pour en mesurer l'élasticité et me dit "Tu as un
joli petit cul blanc bien rebondi et élastique, ça va plaire.
- Merci.
- Mais de rien par contre ton trou est tout petit.
- C'est normal, il y a une semaine que je n'ai pas baisé.
- Que tu ne t'es pas fait baiser tu veux dire.
- Oui.
- Bien d'ailleurs je me suis rendu compte car dès que j'ai touché tes miches tu as eu un frismister.
- C'est vrai.
- Bon rhabille-toi et après je vais te montrer quelque chose.
- Vous voulez bien de moi dans vos soirées ?
- Patience, chaque chose en mister temps, te prendre là maintenant dans ce bureau oui tu vas y avoir droit tout à l'heure, il faut que je me fasse cette rondelle mais pour ce qui est de te prendre
pour les plants cul on va voir.
- Voir quoi ?
- Ce que je vais te montrer et après ce que toi tu vas me montrer avec ton cul et ta bouche de
pute.
- D'accord".
Abdou se rassit pendant que je remettais mes affaires puis il me dit "Assis-toi".
Je m'exécutai, Abdou ouvrit un tiroir de mister bureau, en sortit une enveloppe d'où il extirpa des photos.
Après avoir posés les photos sur le bureau il me dit "Chaque fois que je vois un nouveau qui veut se joindre à nous, je le prends en photo avant qu'il ne devienne des nôtres puis au bout de quelque temps, ça me sert pour les nouveaux.
Voilà j'ai choisi deux photos d'un pédé qui nous a quitté il y a quelque temps, il avait un cul à peu près comme le tien.
Regarde voici la photo que j'ai prise de mister trou du cul le jour où comme toi il est venu me voir et voici la photo du même cul après une soirée avec moi et mes potes".
Ce que je vis était édifiant, effectivement le trou du cul sur la première photo était tout à fait normal, petit, ferme et absolument pas ouvert alors que sur la deuxième photo on voyait un trou complètement boursouflé et ouvert.
Abdou vit mon regard et me dit "La deuxième a été prise un samedi matin après une soirée/nuit de baise et maintenant regarde aussi cette photo prise le lundi soir après deux jours de calme, je m'en étais assuré en gardant la permisterne chez moi pour être sur qu'elle ne se ferait pas baiser pendant le week-end".
La photo que me tendit Abdou montrait un trou du cul à peine moins enflé et ouvert que sur la précédente, c'était fou en deux jours le trou de balle du type ne s'était pas refermé.
Abdou me dit "Et cela ce n'est qu'après une nuit, maintenant regarde au bout d'un week-end complet de baise".
C'était impressionnant, l'anus du type n'était plus qu'un cratère béant, il était tellement ouvert que ce n'était pas la peine d'écarter les fesses pour le voir.
Abdou me dit "Alors qu'en penses-tu ?
- Je ne sais pas.
- Tu veux toujours venir passer quelques moments avec mes potes et moi ?
- Oui.
- Je vais te dire une dernière chose, tu peux dès maintenant à commencer à manger du sans résidus car crois-moi avec un trou du cul comme ça tu ne peux pas te retenir de chier, un trou du cul dans cet état est plus mou qu'une chatte qui vient de se faire fourrer. Voilà tu sais tout, réfléchis tu peux encore refuser, la seule chose qu'il faudra faire c'est de me laisser te baiser et je te laisserai partir mais je sais que pour ça il n'y a pas de problème, depuis que j'ai touché ton cul je sais que tu as envie de te faire trouer.
- J'accepte la proposition, baisez-moi et acceptez-moi au sein de votre groupe.
- Attends ce n'est pas si simple, je vais d'abord te baiser ici puis ce soir chez toi pour que je puisse t'évaluer comme si c'était un examen de passage, il n'est pas question que je montre à mes potes une salope qui pleure après quelques minutes de baise.
- D'accord.
- Bon il reste encore une chose que tu dois savoir.
- C'est quoi ?
- Les conditions de baise.
- ..
- Je vais te montrer comment ça se passe un plan cul ici".
Abdou m'amena au 2ème étage, il ouvrit une porte et me dit "ce sera ici que tu te prépareras chaque fois".
La pièce était vide à part une chaise, une cuvette de WC et un bidet.
Abdou me dit "La chaise c'est pour poser tes affaires quand tu arrives, les chiottes c'est pour que tu pisses ou éventuellement tu chies avant de nous rejoindre, le bidet c'est pour te laver le cul et faire tes lavements avant de nous rejoindre.
- D'accord".
Abdou ouvrit la 2ème porte de la pièce, cela donnait sur une vaste pièce avec des matelas posés à terre, des tables basses et des lumières tamisées.
Abdou me dit "C'est ici que se passent nos petites sauteries, c'est dans cette pièce que mes potes et moi te casserons le cul chaque fois que tu viendras
- O.K.
- Très bien remontons dans mon bureau".