les histoires de chrislebo

Je sentais que le sexe de notre ami devenait de plus en plus dur. Enfin, il se dégagea de ma bouche, changea de préservatif et demanda « par qui je commence ? » « Par lui » dit ma femme en me montrant du doigt. « Il en a envie et il aimera ça. Cela le fera bander comme un cerf et je pourrais en profiter ».
Positionné en levrette, tenu par les hanches, ma femme appuyant sur mes épaules pour me faire cambrer le dos au maximum, il s'est présenté contre mon anus et a progressé en moi par pressions successives. Quand le gland a forcé le sphincter, je n'ai pas pu, là aussi, réfréner un léger gémissement. Ma femme, de plus en plus salope, me demandait de me taire en ma traitant de pédé, d'enculé et j'en passe.
Enfin, les premières douleurs dissipées, complètement pénétré, « envahi », je me sentais vaincu, dominé Bizarrement, cela me procura peu à peu un bien être extrême et mon érection était telle qu'elle en était presque douloureuse. De temps en temps, mon amant ressortait *** sexe puis le réintroduisait en laissant *** gland à la hauteur du sphincter pour reproduire cette légère douleur que j'avais connue au début de sa pénétration. Il voulait me soumettre complètement à *** emprise, sous les yeux de ma femme, en me faisant un peu souffrir et il y réussissait. Je m'abandonnais complètement, formulant des propos à peine audibles tels que « oui, encore, mon chéri, encule moi bien, vas au fond, ... » Et ma femme surenchérissait en continuant de me traiter d'enculé, de belle salope, de chienne en chaleur ... Puis elle s'est glissée sous moi en écartant au maximum ses cuisses jusqu'à ce que *** sexe arrive à la hauteur du mien. C'est *** amant qui m'a introduit dans sa chatte tout en continuant à me limer. J'étais sur le point d'exploser comme je ne l'avais encore jamais fait. « Retiens toi me dit-elle où il va t'en cuire ... Attends que je jouisse »
J'ai à peine eu le temps de me rendre compte qu'ils jouirent en même temps et j'ai explosé. Je ne me souviens vaguement que d'une vision de « feu d'artifice ».
Etendus tous les trois côte à côte pour reprendre nos esprits, c'est ma femme qui s'exprima la première « Te voilà dépucelé mon chéri. Tu seras dorénavant à mes ordres et à ceux de mes futurs amants car je vais rattraper mon retard en la matière. C'est toi qui les recruteras et ce ***t eux qui me baiseront. Tu assisteras en te masturbant avant qu'à leur tour ils ne t'enculent, si tu leur plais aussi. S'il t'arrivait de me désobéir, le martinet que je vais acheter te remettras dans le bon chemin »
Tout était dit. Je ne me suis pas rebellé. Nous avons légèrement réorganisé notre vie et j'ai commencé à voir défiler des hommes dans notre lit nuptial. Sans excès, en pleine acceptation de la situation.

Vu assez récemment ailleurs, il me semble, mais bon tout de même. Merci

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Cum Slut


About two years ago, I decided to experiment with a fantasy of mine. For many years, I have enjoyed watching pornography with my wife of girlfriend and also enjoyed threesomes with them involving other men. I had never been sexually involved with another male, but I had always looking especially at the male organs when they were on screen and always made my wife swallow any of the cum that was produced by a strange man when we had our tryst's. She would tell me how much she enjoyed it and I became interested in having my mouth filled with cock, but never acted on it for fear of discovery.

Two years ago that all changed, my wife and I were divorced and the internet was in it's hey day and I decided that I wanted to meet someone and suck their cock. I didn't know if I could go through with it or not, but I was willing to give it the old college try.

Well, I ended up with a bunch of replies and I narrowed it down. I answered 4 of them and began the meetings. The first man that I set a time with, the first time that I would have another man's cock in my mouth turned out to be a heavy set man and he took me back to his house, I was very nervous and told him the quickest way to get over the problem was for him to drop his pants so I could begin to do what I came there for. His cock was about normal size and he had a nice set of balls, he laid back on the bed and I knelt on the floor beside the bed and looked at his cock and balls, then opened my mouth and tasted cock for the first time. I guess I was a bit clumsy at it because he said he was having trouble because of some medicine he was taking and I only got a taste of what I would come to so enjoy.

Within a few minutes, a drop of his sperm hit my tongue and I went away from him still hungry to know what it would be like to eat cum.

The second man was that afternoon and I had told him that I would meet him, and called at the restaurant he went to, telling him who I was and asking if he still wanted to go through with it. He indicated that he did, and I paid for a motel room, and called him back and told him where to meet me.

When he knocked on the door, I opened it and found a very nice looking man, but again being a novice and nervous as hell, I just kneeled and undid his pants and he pulled his shirt over his head and I looked at him, standing before me nude, a very nice body, a bit hairy, but about a 7 inch cock and a nice set of balls. His cock was already hard and I took it into my mouth and started to work his cock and knew I had already begun to enjoy the taste of cock and began to suck him, wanting to taste my first full load of sperm. Again, because of my inexperience I was quick and before too long his cum coated my tongue and I swallowed and continued to suck him. When I pulled my mouth from his cock he asked why I swallowed and I said I wanted to taste sperm, and he seemed a bit disgusted, but I loved the taste and feel of my first load. My lips were sort of sticky and I enjoyed that feeling as I drove home.

My third man ended up wanting me to meet him at a place and leave my vehicle, which I readily agreed to and two days later, I met Sam, I got in his truck with him and he took me to his house, let me into his garage and I got on my knees and he offered his cock to me. It was only about 5 inches long and I started to suck him, he moaned as I began to suck his cock paying special attention to the head, loving the smoothness and the taste of saltines and I took all of his cock in my mouth as I began sucking him. He warned me that he was going to cum and I just murmured "uh huh" and kept sucking. His cock exploded in my mouth and I kept swallowing, but it was so much that some escaped and soaked my beard.

When he was finished he pulled his jogging pants back up and we headed back to the truck. I told him he came a lot and I loved it. In the truck on the way to my vehicle, I tongued the sperm that still was in my beard and thought wonderful thoughts about his beautiful cock. I told him I really enjoyed it and we waved goodbye and I headed for home. The whole trip home, I savored the still wet cum that I could lick off my beard, and knew for the first time that I was going to be a cum slut. I didn't wash his smell off me for about 4 or 5 hours, just enjoying the smell of his cock.

That evening, I was contacted by the fourth man I had talked too. I was in heaven, I knew that I was going to have a mouth full of cock for the fourth time since I had started this little adventure, and I was looking forward to it.

I lived only about a mile from his house and I headed over to it. When I entered the house he ushered me into his bedroom where he had a porno on the TV. He pushed me to my knees in front of his dresser and pushed his pants down. His cock was about 7 ½ inches and quite big around. He grabbed my head and fed me his cock. I was backed against his dresser and he began to fuck my mouth. I gagged a little, and opened wide so as not to make him angry if my teeth hit him. He stood about 6'4" tall and I knew he was in charge. I felt his cock pushing at my throat and he ****** it into my throat and continued to fuck me like he would a cunt. I was stuck in this position for the next ten minutes, his cock fucking my mouth and his balls bouncing off my chin, until finally he started cumming. I swallowed all of his sperm, not wanting to upset him and he pulled back lay on his bed and told me to let myself out. I drove back home, having in my first two days sucking four different men. I knew I was in love with cocksucking and looked forward to my next encounters.

I awoke the next morning with a sore throat, not realizing just how hard he had fucked my mouth, but wanting to meet him again...

After my first week of sucking cock, I sat back and thought about what I had done, and decided that I actually enjoyed it immensely and loved the taste of warm cum directly from it's source. So, the next thing I knew I had to do was become good at it.

About two week later, the third guy that I had sucked wrote to me and we decided to meet again. This time he picked me up, took me to his house and instead of going in, he pulled his floor mat out of his truck and threw it on the asphalt before him. I immediately sunk to my knees as he dropped his pants. He lived in a neighborhood and I was worried a little that we would get caught, but my desire for cum took over and I began to suck his cock. I fondled his balls as I sucked him and it wasn't long before I was rewarded by a large mouthful of his sperm, again filling me to the point that a bit of it collected on my beard. On the way back to my vehicle, I told him what a wonderful load he had delivered to me and thanked him again for allowing me to service him.

As I drove home, I again licked at the overflow, never just wiping it away when I left him. I savored the taste of male sperm so I emailed him and told him of my desire to come to my house, because I would like to give him a "slow blow". He agreed to this and I told him how to get to my house and we set up to meet there early Saturday morning. When he arrived he went into the bathroom to piss and also to wash his cock and balls. When he returned to the bedroom, he lay back on the bed and I started to work on him. I left the lights on so I could see his cock and balls as I slowly sucked on him. I looked into the mirror on the headboard and for the first time in my life, I saw a reflection of me with my mouth filled with cock and I smiled to myself as I worked him. I moved my mouth from his cock and took each ball into my mouth as he moaned. Sam lasted 35 minutes before he filled my mouth with his sperm. As he softened, I kept my mouth on his cock, enjoying the feeling of his cockhead against my tongue. After this he would come to my house at least twice a week, each time making me work for my prize. I couldn't wait to see him pull into my driveway.

Sometimes he would surprise me and when he walked up to my door, I opened it and saw another man with him. Each time he would tell me the man's name and he had lost in pool to him or something and told me to give him a good blow job. I would relish this and Sam would watch as I sucked another man's cock in front of him. I truly enjoyed this experience each time. He knew that I loved to suck cocks and he furnished new ones when he could.

Usually when he came alone, I would have a glass of water for him and he enjoyed laying cross ways in my overstuffed chair with pillows under him and he would make me work for my sweet cum. At times it would take me over an hour to finally make him cum, and he always seemed able to produce large amounts of cum for me.

I would sometime let if flow from my mouth and slide down into his pubic hair, but then I would clean it from him making sure he could watch me. I never let any go to waste.

One Saturday morning, he came to the door, and when he came in he headed for the bathroom, as was usual, but he stopped for a moment and handed me a couple of tied up baggies and told me it was a surprise for me. They were cold and I pulled them open to discover something white that was frozen. He said he had jerked off a couple of times during the week and said the were "cocksicles" for me. I opened the Saran wrap and took the frozen cum into my mouth and held it allowing it to melt on my tongue. That morning after the two "cocksicles" I got a massive load from the source and then proceeded to spend the next five minutes trying to push my tongue into his asshole for payment for his wonderful surprise. I found this not to be an unpleasant experience and it became a now and then part of our sex antics from then on.

I will continue with more of my experiences if you would like.

Contact me, I will gladly suck your cock for you....and never ask anything in return...I am truly a cum slut.

As I was driving up the road to visit Scott, I was thinking just how much I enjoyed sucking his cock, but knew my mission this morning was to be a bit different. I had thought about it since I had received his call at 5 this morning. Now as I drove along the only thing on my mind was what I was going to do.

Scott had a wonderful cock that I had sucked a few times, savoring the flavor of his cum and the great taste that hard cock. I had sucked his balls often and enjoyed the feeling of his pubes on my lips and tongue. This time was going to be wonderful for me, and I hoped that he would too.

I had the radio tuned to a classical station, and the music was making me so relaxed, and my mouth was watering. I turned the last corner heading to his house. He had told me that the door would be open. I parked the truck went down the sidewalk and up to the front door. As I entered, the low lighting was showing from his bedroom. I went through the door and saw him laying on the bed, absolutely naked. His cock just lay limp in his pubic hair, and his balls laid hung loosely full of my favorite breakfast. I longed so much for that wonder meal, but knew I had to work him up better that I ever have before. I wanted to feel the head of his cock explode in my throat this morning, pumping that load directly down my throat. I didn't always enjoy this, but this morning that is where I wanted it, even though I don't get the full flavor of the sperm.

"Morning my love," I said softly.

He didn't answer, which was normal. I bent over and kissed him, enjoying the taste of his saliva, as I sucked on his tongue.

"Turn over my love" I whispered in his ear, as I urged him to turn over. I licked his ear and then worked his back with my hands massaging his shoulders, and nape of his neck. Scott groaned as I did this to him. I knew it made his feel good.

I kissed his shoulders and then allowed my tongue to lick slowly on his skin, down his back, and back up again. My hands massaged his back and I lifted his arm, and my tongue went into his armpit, enjoying the taste I found there. I'm glad he didn't put deodorant on yet this morning. I took a nipple into my mouth and suckled on it. My prize was still ahead, but I wanted to take my time and enjoy his body. I worked my way down lower and kissed the cheek of his ass, my tongue licking slowly over the area, while working my way lower. His thighs were wonderful, tasty and I worked my way to the back of his knees, while my hands massaged his beautiful ass cheeks pushing them apart. I worked my way lower, licking his calves, then to his feet, and I licked them fully, the soles, the toes, and then I sucked the large toe into my mouth and let my tongue swirl around it.

I was enjoying this so much. I was massaging Scott's legs as I sucked each toe into my mouth in succession until I had worked each into my mouth and completely tongued all of them and then licked the insteps, until I proved I was there for his pleasure only!!!!!!

I took my time retracing the path up his other leg and until I got to his ass. I kissed the other cheek and urged him to his knees, which he readily did. He spread his knees and I saw his cock for the first time since I started, and he was hard as a rock. His balls were tightening up, and then my prize. I lay on the bed between his open legs and licked the top his ass crack and began my journey to the taste I was looking for. My tongue found it's target and I licked wide over his puckered asshole. I put my lips to his ass and kissed him deeply, then pushed my tongue into his ass for the first time. It was wonderful. I had thought about it since I left my house and here I was tonguing his asshole. So tasty.

I spent the next few minutes just enjoying the taste of his ass, then reached underneath him and began to fondle his balls, then I took his cock in my hand and stroked it a little.

My mouth left his ass, and I took his cock into my mouth feeling the flow of his precum and relishing the taste. I cleaned him a bit then went back to spend time with my tongue in his ass, still playing with his balls.

Scott put his head down so his ass was high in the air and completely open for my ass munching, and I took full advantage of it as I worked my tongue deep as I could into his ass. I move my mouth long enough to suck on his balls as I played with his cock. The precum was flowing, his balls in my mouth and my nose leaning against his asshole.

I went back once more and after working my tongue into his ass again, I pulled back and gave him a loud kiss on his beautiful asshole.

Scott rolled over and said, "Suck it, you cocksucker."

I did as I was told and took his cock into my mouth, and didn't slow up until my nose was in his pubes. I looked up at him and saw the wild expression of a man needing to release some tension. He grabbed my head and held it as he began to move his hips.

After he fucked my mouth for a few minutes, he pulled out and said, "Suck my balls."

Again, I had no problem doing just that. I took a ball into my mouth, opened wider and pushed the other in my mouth to join the first. I sucked his balls for a while as he played with his cock. I liked the view, my mouth full of balls and watching his hand on his cock. I knew I was going to get a mouthful of semen before long.

His balls were tightening in my mouth.

Scott said. "I'm going to cum, where do you want it."

I pulled my mouth off his balls and said, "Down my throat, baby."

"Take it then." He pushed his cock into my mouth and I went all the way to the root as I looked up at him. He held my head as his cock began to empty into my throat, directly down into my belly. He held it there until he finished, then released my head. I didn't pull back but kept his cock in my throat, the let it slip into my mouth and just held it there. I knew he was sensitive, but I wanted to feel his cock as it started to soften.

I so wanted to keep him there but knew he had to go to work. I got up thanked him and headed for the door. I knew he didn't want me to kiss him goodbye, he never did after I had sucked his cock. That never bothered me, because my joy was savoring the flavors that I had. Maybe next time, I'll spend more time licking his ass, or maybe I can finally taste his piss. We'll see.

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Owning My Friend's Mom




"See you, Mom. I'm heading out to the mall with Carol and Joan," Stacey hollered as she headed for the back door. "Oh hey, Greg. I didn't hear you come in. Got anything planned for today?" Stacey asked as she entered the kitchen.

"Nah. Just dropped in for some breakfast. Probably head over to the basketball courts this afternoon to shoot some hoops," replied Greg with a grin.

"Alright. I'll see you later. Have fun." Stacey waved goodbye as she ran out the door.

It was the first week of summer vacation. Stacey and Greg had just finished grade 11 and were looking forward to a relaxing summer before starting grade 12. They had known each other their entire lives, and, until the last few years, had been best of friends. They were still close, but over time had begun to drift slowly apart as their interests, and friends, took them in different directions. It hadn't always been that way.

Stacey Clark was an only ***** and lived with her ******. She never knew her ******, since he had passed away when she was only 1 year old. Around that time, Greg Adams and his family had moved in next door. Since Greg was only a year older than Stacey, they became instant friends. They did everything together, including going to the same school. However, when Greg was 10 years old, his parents fell on hard times and were ****** to sell the house, and move to another part of town. Greg and Stacey's friendship continued, but as they entered puberty, things began to slowly change. Through that period, Stacey developed into a beautiful woman. Though she only stood 5'3" tall and weighed 115lbs, she proportionately was well built. She had wavy shoulder length auburn hair with dark almond coloured eyes. Her high cheekbones and cute little nose topped with a few freckles gave her that 'girl next door' innocent appearance. Apart from her height, her measurements were those of a model. She had perfectly shaped breasts which fit neatly into a 'B' cup bra followed by a slender firm waist and perfectly rounded ass, held up by a pair of slender shapely legs. All in all, she was a gorgeous package.

Greg developed as well, but not nearly as pronounced as Stacey. He grew to 5'11" tall and weighed 175lbs. He had short dirty blond hair, brown eyes and average facial features. His body was toned, but not overly muscular. The best thing you could say about him was that he was average. Not overly good at any one thing.

As they came into puberty, Greg's feelings for Stacey began to change. He took notice of the beautiful woman she was becoming, and developed strong feelings for her. He was too shy, though, to let her know how he was feeling, and so continued to watch her from the sidelines, as they slowly drifted apart. His feelings for her became an obsession, as the years passed and the distance continued to grow. They were still good friends and saw each other practically every day, but it became more and more difficult for Greg, as he watched her date other boys. Stacey's mom was like a second mom for Greg, and she welcomed him in their home anytime. He would often just walk in, sit down at the kitchen table, and her mom would make him some something to eat. He was like another member of the family. Mrs. Clark didn't mind, since she knew Greg's parents were still having financial and marital difficulties. So Greg would look for every opportunity to get out of the house, and away from that situation.

Greg's obsession with Stacey took a dark turn, as he began to conspire for ways to get information on her, and, hopefully, get her to notice and start taking an interest in him. He devised a plan which, he hoped, would give him some form of leverage to use against her. Two days ago, while hanging out at the Clark residence, watching some TV, he put this plan into action. He slipped onto their computer, while Stacey was out with some friends, and Mrs. Clark was in the kitchen cooking supper. Greg quickly installed the invisible 'key logger' program he had brought with him on a memory stick. The program was designed to silently log all keystrokes made by the user, and would also take periodic screen shots and then e-mail the entire package, every 5 minutes, to his e-mail address. All of this would happen in the background, without the user ever being aware.

The first night was rather unremarkable, and mostly involved Stacey talking with her girlfriends, on MSN Messenger, about their plans for the upcoming weekend, but the next night something happened, which was so unexpected and unbelievable, that it set in motion an event which went way beyond anything Greg had ever imagined possible. After eating supper at the Clark's again, Greg indicated that he was not feeling well and was going to go home and head to bed early. He of course ran home and quickly logged onto his computer expecting Stacey to get on again and begin talking with her friends. However, unbeknownst to him, Stacey had got a last minute call from one of her girlfriends asking if she wanted to come over for the night to watch a couple of movies with the girls.

After about a half hour had passed, Greg's account began to receive e-mails from the key logger program. As he began to read through the first e-mail, Greg was beside himself with excitement. The e-mail showed that Stacey was Googling pornographic websites - specifically sites which catalogued and stored sex stories. As he checked the screenshots and the text which was being typed into the search bar, he found that she was looking for stories which dealt with S&M, dominance and **********, bondage and ***********. The next e-mail had a screenshot of the story that she was apparently reading, since the next several e-mails all had screenshots of the same story, just pages later. Greg hastily typed in the website information and quickly navigated to the story in question. The story was entitled "My Pet Teacher" and was about a young female teacher who got blackmailed into ********** by one of her grade 12 students. The story described numerous sexual acts which were designed to punish and humiliate the teacher. The story was hot and was a tremendous turn-on for Greg. He had never really considered going that far, but the thought of it intrigued him.

As the e-mails continued to come in Greg saw that Stacey had moved on to another story called "The Making of an Office Slut" which dealt with a female office executive, who was also blackmailed into ********** by her secretary and was ****** into performing various sexually degrading, painful, and humiliating acts. As he read through the second story, Greg couldn't help but begin to masturbate as he imagined Stacey doing the same thing as she read through the story.

After having an explosive orgasm into one of his discarded sweat socks, Greg saw that Stacey had moved on and was now Googling sites which had free sex pictures for viewing. Many of the photos showed women, in various states of bondage, being clamped, whipped, spanked, or cum on. Other pictures showed women on their knees gagging on massive cocks, which filled their mouths and throats, all eventually getting cum facials. Yet others had women getting gang banged by numerous men, filling all of their orifices at once.

Greg was floored. He had never expected this!!! On a whim, Greg grabbed the phone and dialed Stacey's number, hoping to catch her in an awkward moment.

"Hello."

"Oh hi, Mrs. C. Can I talk with Stacey please?" Greg asked Mrs. Clark.

"No, I'm sorry. Greg, but soon after you left, Stacey got a call from Carol asking if she wanted to come over and watch some movies. She left soon after you did," Mrs. Clark replied.

After a moment's pause, Greg asked, "So, you're the only one home right now?"

"Yes, that's right. It's just been me this evening. Was there something I can help you with Greg?" Mrs. Clark asked politely.

"Umm.....no that's fine Mrs. C. I'll talk to Stacey tomorrow," Greg quickly replied.

"Alright then, good night, Greg."

"Goodnight, Mrs. C." Greg slowly hung up the phone and continued to stare at the receiver for several minutes. This was a curve ball he certainly hadn't expected.

For the first time, Greg began to think about Mrs. Clark in a very different way. He had never really noticed before but she was really just an older version of Stacey. She had gotten pregnant with Stacey just after her 16th birthday, so that meant she was only 34 years old right now. 'Not really that old at all,' he thought to himself. Strange he had never noticed before. She was a couple of inches taller than Stacey, but from what he could see through the slightly baggy clothing she always wore, her figure was very similar to Stacey's. She had slightly longer, straighter and darker colored hair than Stacey, but had the exact same eyes and facial features.

Reading through the stories again, a plan began to take shape in Greg's mind. If he couldn't have Stacey, maybe he could have her ****** instead.

The next morning, Greg got up early and headed over to the Clark's. He let himself in, as he always did, and sat at the kitchen table reading the paper. He had a hard time focusing on the words on the page and found his mind constantly wandering back to the plan he had formulated last night. When Stacey walked into the kitchen, hollering to her ****** that she was heading out to the mall with her friends, Greg hardly noticed her, he was so deep in thought.

When she asked him a question, he found he had to struggle to focus on her and come up with an answer. He managed to blurt out something about going to shoot hoops, and was actually glad when she left it at that and ran out the door with a quick wave. Now he was home alone with her mom and could start to put his plan into action.

He continued to sit at the table and pretend to read the paper until he heard Mrs. Clark enter.

"Oh, hi, Greg."

"Hi, Mrs. C. Did you have a good night last night?" Greg asked very pointedly, staring intently at her. She was wearing another one of her bland, baggy sweaters and a pair of unflattering pants. Greg realized that in the entire time he had known her, he could never recall seeing her in anything else.

Looking at Greg with an odd expression on her face, she hesitantly replied, "Umm....yes I did, thank you."

After a pause, "would you like some breakfast, Greg?"

"Yes, that would be fine, Mrs. C," Greg replied, still looking intently at her.

As she turned and busied herself at the stove, Greg gathered his thoughts and tried to muster the courage to proceed with his plan, praying a silent prayer that it would work. When a few minutes had passed, he reached out and intentionally knocked over his glass of milk spilling it onto the floor by his feet.

Hearing the accident, Mrs. Clark spun around to see what had happened. Seeing that it was just a bit of spilt milk, she began to walk towards the closet to retrieve the mop.

"No, Mrs. C., don't use that. Use this," Greg quickly replied holding up a dish towel he had conveniently placed on the table next to the milk.

Without even thinking about it, Mrs. Clark changed directions and walked over to the table to take the cloth from Greg's outstretched hands. If she hadn't had such a ********* night last night, because her thoughts had been plagued with images from the stories and pictures, she probably would have thought it odd that Greg didn't clean up the mess himself.

She dropped the cloth on the spilt milk and was going to use her foot to move it around, but Greg spoke up again. "No, Mrs. C. You should get down on your hands and knees to clean it up. It's the only way to make sure you do a good job," he said with a touch of authority in his voice.

Responding as if she was in a fog, Mrs. Clark slowly dropped to her knees at Greg's feet and began to, hesitantly, clean up the mess. Greg felt energized, having Stacey's mom kneeling at his feet cleaning up after him. He knew he had to proceed carefully from here or else he would risk blowing it all.

As she continued to work, Greg began in a conversational tone of voice, "you know Mrs. C., I was reading somewhere that a proper and decent woman wears a blouse and a skirt. You are a proper and decent woman aren't you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asked, again staring at her intently.

Sensing his intent gaze, and confused about the strange feelings running rampant through her, as she knelt at his feet, Mrs. Clark began to color slightly at the cheeks and could not look him in the eyes. Her thoughts were jumbled and she had a difficult time formulating a response. When she realized he expected her to answer, she finally managed to mumble, "Yes.......I guess so."

Sensing her confusion and weakness, Greg pressed the attack. "Well, if you are indeed a 'proper and decent woman', then shouldn't you also dress in that fashion?" he asked.

Head still bowed and turning a deeper red, Mrs. Clark stuttered, "well....I.....it's just......I.......I guess so."

"Well alright then. It's settled. Next time I see you, you should be dressed that way," Greg replied amicably, sensing a win. "I think you got it all cleaned up now Mrs. C. You can get up now."

Flushed deep red, Mrs. Clark rose on unsteady legs and walked back over to the stove, to continue cooking breakfast. For the rest of the meal, Greg acted as if nothing had happened and talked about various topics like school, sports, and local events.

Once he had finished eating, he informed Mrs. Clark, "I'm going to head out to the school to shoot some hoops, but would like to drop by for supper, if that's alright with you?"

Having regained some of her composure, and feeling more at ease with the rest of the conversation she had with Greg, she readily replied, "certainly Greg. You know you are always welcome here."

"Thanks, Mrs. C. I gotta go now." Greg waved goodbye as he headed for the back door. As he stepped outside he took a deep breath to steady himself and prayed that the suggestion he had planted in her would take root and come to fruition later on.

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It was late in the afternoon and nearing suppertime, when Greg finally decided to head back for supper. He had sort of wandered aimlessly for most of the day, trying to waste as much time as he could, shooting hoops, hanging out at the mall, and heading down to the skate park, prior to heading back to the Clark's.

As he walked up the back steps, Greg's stomach was roiling with anxiety and fear, since he did not know what he was going to find when he walked into the house. The first thing he noticed was the smell of supper cooking in the oven. That was certainly a good sign. As he entered the kitchen he saw Mrs. Clark standing over the stove, stirring something in a pot. She was wearing a black skirt with a white blouse!!!

Greg was ecstatic. His suggestion to Mrs. Clark, this morning, had sunk in and she had complied. He could now see her figure much more clearly. It looked even better than he had imagined. Like Stacey, she had nice thin shapely legs and a beautifully curved ass. Her breasts were slightly larger than Stacey's, but looked just as firm. Greg could feel his cock beginning to stir in his pants as he imagined Mrs. Clark standing naked in front of him.

Since her back was to the door, Mrs. Clark had not heard Greg enter. After looking her up and down several more times, Greg cleared his throat and said nonchalantly, "hi Mrs. C."

Turning her head, Mrs. Clark smiled and replied, "Oh, hi Greg. You're just in time. Supper will be ready in 15 minutes. Stacey is just upstairs getting changed, if you want to have a seat for a few minutes."

As Greg sat at the table, he could see that it had already been set, and, fortunately, the milk was already on the table. Taking a deep breath, Greg filled his glass up and then casually knocked it over, once again spilling its contents onto the floor at his feet. "Oh my, I'm sorry Mrs. C, I did it again," he said with a wistful smile.

"Oh, that's alright Greg." She began to head toward the closet again, but then suddenly remembered the events of the morning, and abruptly turned around, grabbed the dishcloth from the handle of the stove, and walked over to the table. Slowly sinking to her knees, Mrs. Clark began to clean up the mess in the manner which she had been instructed this morning.

With a smile, Greg pulled out his digital camera and quickly, without her noticing, snapped off a shot of her kneeling at his feet cleaning up the mess. From his vantage point, he could see a hint of flesh through the opening of her shirt. He could see Mrs. Clark was uncomfortable and was having a difficult time meeting his gaze.

"You know, Mrs. C, a decent and proper woman would not have so many buttons on her shirt done up. I think it best if you undo the top one," suggested Greg.

"Well......I.......don't think that's........" she stammered.

Cutting her off before she get any further in her protestations, Greg demanded "now Mrs. C. You do want to be a good role model for your ********, don't you? You want to set a good example, right?"

"Well.......yes.......I suppose," she murmured, feeling a fog settle over her. A combination of the lack of *****, and confusion over the strange feelings coursing through her body created confusion and uncertainty in her.

"Well, then quit arguing about it. If you delay any longer, then Stacey will be here and it will have to be 2 buttons undone," Greg replied authoritatively. He could sense her will breaking as she looked down at her shirt, and then, with shaking hands and red face, began to fumble with the top button of her blouse. Since she was distracted looking down at her button, Greg quickly snapped off another picture with his camera.

Once it was undone, Greg could see the cleft between the mounds of her breasts and the white lacy bra she was wearing much more clearly.

'There you go, Mrs. C. I think you got it all cleaned up. Thanks," he said quickly stashing the camera back into his front shirt pocket.

Again, with shaking legs, Mrs. Clark rose and went back to the stove to continue cooking the supper. Greg was very pleased with himself, since things were going exactly as he had planned. He couldn't believe his good fortune. In his mind, he had imagined everything going wrong, at every step, and never being able to reach the prize, at the end of the tunnel, but, now, it was almost within reach.

Almost as if on cue, Stacey walked into the kitchen moments later, bringing with her a magical scent of perfume and flowers. With a big smile she said "Hi Greg. Good to see you again. How was your day?"

"Oh, it's been pretty good. It's nice just to relax and not worry about school and stuff. How was yours?" he asked.

"Awesome. The mall was packed and there was a truckload of sales going on," she replied enthusiastically.

"Stacey, honey, supper will be ready in 10 minutes," Mrs. Clark interjected.

"Oh, I'm sorry mom. I'm heading to the early show with Carol and Joan. I gotta run. I hope you don't mind?" she asked.

"Uh.....no I suppose that's OK. Make sure you grab something to eat there then. Don't just fill up on popcorn, alright?" she admonished.

"OK, mom," she replied sheepishly.

"See ya, Greg," she hollered as she ran out the door.

"Well, I guess it's just going to be you and me for supper, Greg," Mrs. Clark announced.

"I guess so." Putting a serious look on his face, Greg pressed on with the plan. "You know, Mrs. C., you really didn't set a good example for your ******** this evening. You knew the right thing to do, yet you procrastinated and stalled in doing it. Was this how you want your ******** to act, Mrs. C?" Greg demanded.

"Well........no. Of course not, Greg." she replied.

"Then, you do realize that there are going to be consequences for your inappropriate behavior?"

"But.....I.......it's just......." she stammered.

"Now stop, Mrs. C," Greg hollered, slamming his hand down on the table with a resounding crack, startling her into silence. "I think you've dug a deep enough hole for yourself. You don't want to make it any worse by continuing to argue. What would your ******** think if she could see you now, arguing like this," he said disdainfully.

Completely awash in confusion, Mrs. Clark bowed her head in defeat and muttered, "I'm sorry."

"As you should be Mrs. C., now as a consequence of your actions you are going to march into that bathroom," pointing to the one just off the kitchen, "and remove your bra and panties. You will then march back out here and hand them to me. Is that clear?" Greg demanded, raising his voice again for emphasis and to hopefully keep her off balance.

"But.....I......didn't mean to," she pleaded. Her thoughts were a jumbled mass of confusion. She didn't know what was happening anymore, or what to think, but her body seemed to have a mind of its own, and started responding without her even realizing it.

The next thing she knew, she was in the bathroom and had already removed her bra and was in the process of pulling down her panties. As she stepped out of them, she got a whiff of something and realized, with a shock, that it was the smell of her arousal. Looking at her panties, she could see the crotch was damp with her secretions.

"What's happening to me?" she asked herself. She couldn't come to grips with the feelings coursing through her and stimulating her private areas. Not only was her vagina dripping wet, but her nipples were rock hard, as they pressed against the thin fabric of the blouse. With a face as red as a beet, Mrs. Clark opened the door to the bathroom and hesitantly walked over to Greg. Without making eye contact, she dropped her bra and panties into his outstretched hand.

Greg casually placed the bundle of undergarments on the table beside his plate, where they both could see them. He hoped it would help to keep Mrs. Clark off balance, since the most daring part of his plan came next. He looked at Mrs. Clark and liked what he saw. He could clearly see the outline of Mrs. Clark's nipples, as they pressed against her blouse, and it only served to accentuate her breasts even more. He could feel his cock getting harder and harder, just looking at her.

"Now, Mrs. C., it's not that I don't trust you, you understand. But I would be remiss if I didn't, at least, confirm that you did as you were asked. It's not as if you've been well behaved to this point," Greg scolded.

Like a *****, Mrs. Clark responded, "I'm sorry, Greg. I didn't mean to....I tried....."

"I know you did, Mrs. C., but I have to make sure you're telling me the truth. I need to know that you're serious about being a good role model for your ********. You could have just given me an old pair of underwear you had lying around in the bathroom."

Mrs. Clark just hung her head in defeat. She didn't know if she could resist the urges in her body, even if she wanted to.

"Mrs. C., you WILL undo the buttons on your blouse and pull the material apart, so that I can confirm this for myself," Greg directed sternly. He held his breath in excited anticipation.

With only the slightest of hesitations, her body screaming for release, Mrs. Clark began to undo the remaining buttons of her blouse. Her face was still a deep red, and the blush was now making its way down her neck and onto her shoulders. Her head hung low as she found it completely impossible to look up and make any sort of eye contact with Greg. When at last she had them all undone, and with obviously shaking hands, she slowly pulled the material apart until both globes were completely visible to Greg.

"Very good, Mrs. C., we're almost done. Leave your shirt like that. Now, with both hands, you WILL grasp the sides of your skirt and slowly pull it up to your waist. That way, I will be able to confirm that you have done the right thing," Greg coaxed.

Not thinking it was possible, Mrs. Clark turned an even darker red as she began to plead, "please?" hoping to change Greg's mind.

"Just close your eyes, Mrs. C., and pretend I'm not even here. It'll be over before you even know it," he continued to coax.

Screwing her eyes tightly closed, Mrs. Clark left her shirt hanging open and reached down, grasping both sides of her skirt in each hand. As if her body had a mind of its own, she began to slowly pull the hem of her skirt up. Her juices were now flowing freely and small rivulets ran down the inside of her legs. She was sure that Greg would be able to see and smell her arousal now. She knew, deep down, she shouldn't be doing this, but she was so confused, and at a loss to explain what was happening to her. Her mind kept flashing back to the events in the stories she had read last night. She felt as if it was all just a dream, and that she would wake up soon and everything would be as it should.

While she was slowly pulling up her skirt, Greg grabbed his camera and began snapping pictures as she humiliated herself in front of him. As the hem continued to rise, her pussy mound finally came into sight. Greg could see that her hair color was natural as the pubes of her pussy were also dirty blond in color.

When she finally had the skirt completely bunched around her waist, Greg ordered, "now turn around slowly so that I can confirm you're not wearing anything."

With her breasts hanging out, nipples as hard as rock, and her pussy and ass clearly on display, she slowly rotated in the middle of the kitchen floor. Her eyes were still screwed tightly shut, making it very easy for Greg to continue to photograph her without her knowledge. As her ass came into view, Greg was absolutely beside himself with excitement. He was rock hard and was stunned by how beautiful her ass was. It was simply perfection. He couldn't wait to get into it.

When she had turned completely around, and was once again facing him, Greg put his camera away and directed her to stop. "You can lower your skirt now Mrs. C, but keep your blouse the way it was." Standing up, he walked over to where Mrs. Clark stood, and, towering over her, said "To be a good role model for your ********, you need to realize that there are consequences for your actions. If you had simply done what was right in the very beginning, then none of this would have been necessary," he chided her, like a ****** to a *****, mimicking the manner found in the sex stories from last night. "Because of what you've done, you've caused me to suffer some intense discomfort," gesturing to his own crotch region and the obvious hard-on he had. With firm pressure on her shoulders, he ordered "get on your knees, Mrs. C. You are going to make this situation all better, so that we can put it all behind us, and get on with supper."

When she was finally on her knees, she found herself staring into the crotch of his pants and wondering how she got there. She was no longer in control of herself and was convinced that it was all just a dream.

Reaching into his pants, Greg pulled out his cock, and held it in front of him. He couldn't remember ever being this hard and turned on before, and knew that it would take very little to cum now. Continuing with his instructions, he directed Mrs. Clark "Take your right hand and begin stroking it, until you have relieved the problem which you created. Keep your eyes closed, Mrs. C., it'll make it easier for you," he coaxed.

Closing her eyes, Mrs. Clark reached out and grasping his cock with her right hand, began to stroke the shaft. Greg quickly pulled out his camera and snapped some more money shots of Mrs. Clark kneeling at his feet, breasts hanging out and stroking his cock. Greg knew that he had everything he would need now, to ensure that Mrs. Clark belonged to him and would do exactly as he ordered.

Putting the camera away, Greg felt his orgasm building in his balls and knew that he would explode very soon. Before he did, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "I'm going to have relief soon Mrs. C., so I want you to point it at your breasts when I do. Make sure every drop lands on them. Is that clear?" he sternly asked.

Simply nodding her head, Mrs. Clark began to speed up her strokes, and lowered the tip of his cock until it was pointing directly at her breasts. With a gurgled yell, Greg's orgasm exploded out of him, and spurt after spurt of semen shot out and splashed all over her breasts, with some running down the crevice between them.

When at last she had milked the last drop of cum from him, she just stared intently at the white mass of fluid covering her breasts. It felt so real, but she knew it couldn't be, and that it must all be just a dream. She was so tired.

Seeing her lost in thought, staring at her breasts and his sticky load, Greg quickly grabbed his camera and snapped one more picture, of her cum covered breasts. After he had the camera safely tucked away, and his cock back in his pants, he ordered "Mrs. C., I want you rub the nice cream into your skin now. It's good for the skin," he said with a smile on his face.

As if she was on auto-pilot, she took a breast in each hand and began massaging his cum into them. When the last drop had been massaged in, her breasts glistened and her nipples were red and engorged from the attention to them. The kitchen, and now Mrs. Clark, reeked of sex.

Stepping back and taking a seat again, Greg instructed Mrs. Clark, "You can do your shirt up now, Mrs. C. I believe you. You've done very well today and have been a very good role model for your *********" As she finished buttoning her blouse and began to stand up again, Greg added "Oh, Mrs. C., I want you to leave that cream in until tomorrow morning. You are not to wash it off until then. Is that clear?"

Eyes glazed, mind in a complete fog, and her body numb from the stimulus overload, Mrs. Clark simply nodded her head yes and went over to the stove, to remove the supper from the oven.

For the rest of the meal, Greg again pretended that nothing unusual had happened and talked about inconsequential topics. When he was done eating, Greg excused himself and said that he had to head home, but that he would be back tomorrow morning. And without further ado, Greg ran out the back door and practically sprinted home.

Greg spent the rest of the evening looking over the pictures he had printed off, and reading more of the stories on the site Mrs. Clark had originally visited. The more he read, the more ideas he got for things to do with Mrs. Clark. He ended up masturbating several more times that evening, each time ending with an explosive climax.

The next morning, after having a restless *****, Greg arose, showered and headed back over to the Clark residence. Armed with the photos from last night, and copies of the stories she had read, Greg had everything he would need, to own Mrs. Clark.

As he walked in the back door of the home, he found Mrs. Clark already in the kitchen cooking eggs. She was dressed in an old frumpy sweater and slacks again. From that, Greg knew that she must have come to her senses, either sometime last night or this morning and was probably preparing for a confrontation. With a smile, Greg thought to himself, 'bring it on!'

"Hi Mrs. C., how was your night last night?" he asked in a jovial tone.

Blushing a deep red, but keeping her back to him, Mrs. Clark began, "Look, Greg, I think we need to talk. Since Stacey is still ********, this is probably the best time for it." Taking a deep breath she continued, "I don't know how it happened last night, I must not have been feeling well or something, but what DID happen was wrong. It should never have happened. It's my fault, but I think it would be best if we tried to put it behind us and pretend it never happened," she reasoned.

"Well, I'm sorry you think that Mrs. C, but to be quite honest, I don't give a *****" he said with emphasis.

"What? I beg your pardon?" Mrs. Clark asked.

"Well, you see, Anne," stressing her first name, "it's like this. I own you, and the **** I have, here in my hand, guarantees that," holding up the stories and photos.

With a worried look spreading over her face, "What do you mean?"

"Do these stories look familiar, Anne?" Greg asked throwing the copies down on the table in front of her.

With trembling hands, she picked them up, and after scanning the first page, blanched white as a ghost. "How? Where did you get these? What the hell is going on?" She asked with a tremble in her voice.

"I thought I was already quite clear on this matter. Are you stupid, too?" he asked condescendingly.

Grasping at straws she began, "These stories don't mean anything...You can't prove anything."

"Oh, I beg to differ. These photos I think will tell quite a different story." Throwing one picture down at a time he began asking, "Does this look familiar? How about this one? What about this one where you're showing me your tits and cunt? Or this one, where you are kneeling at my feet, stroking my cock? I think these pictures will certainly corroborate what I am saying?" Letting it sink in for a minute, Greg then moved in for the ****. "What do you think your ******** will do when she finds out what you've done? Or how about the pastor at church, the principal at Stacey's school, her teachers, your parents? Hmm? You think they'll understand?"

"Oh my God. How did you...when...why are you doing this?" she asked with a plaintive whine as panic began to set in. "Is it money you want?"

"Again, I've already told you what I want. You. I own you. You belong to me. You will do exactly what I tell you to do, without argument, or there will be severe consequences. Is any of this sinking in Anne?" he asked.

"But why....?" she began again. She was terrified at what she was hearing, but also becoming very aroused on a purely physical level.

"Enough with the stupid questions already," Greg interjected. "I think it's pretty clear, from the stories you've been reading and the pictures you've been looking at, as well as how easily you were controlled last night, that this is something you need or perhaps even crave. I'm just happy to satisfy that craving for you. Now, I've already covered this. Either you do EXACTLY what I say, or I start sending these pictures to everyone in this town, including your ********. The choice is yours. What's it going to be Anne?" Greg demanded.

"Please, nobody must know. This will destroy my *********"

"Very well. But understand this. If at any time you decide to cancel our agreement, then this all becomes public knowledge. I will not tolerate any disobedience from you. If you disobey me or argue with me over any order given, then you will be punished - just like in the stories. Is that clear?"

Hanging her head in defeat, Mrs. Clark uttered a very quiet "yes." Despite the obvious wrongness of it all, she couldn't stop her body from responding to the situation and becoming more and more aroused with each passing minute.

"Now, on to the first order of business. Since you've seen fit to disobey me, by wearing those clothes and by arguing with me, you are now going to be punished," Greg explained.

"But I didn't......you never said....." Mrs. Clark began to stammer.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear excuses, Anne. Or shall I add another punishment to the list for arguing with me now?" Greg pressed.

"No please, I'll do as you say," Mrs. Clark pleaded.

"Then take off those offending clothes now," Greg ordered. From the shocked look on her face, Greg figured she was preparing for another round or arguments, but to his surprise, she simply closed her mouth, hung her head in shame and began undressing in front of him.

When she had removed her pants and sweater, Greg took them from her and ordered, "The bra and panties too, Anne." Again, it looked as if Mrs. Clark was going to argue, but then thought better of it, and did as she was told.

Once she stood completely naked in front of Greg, he began to explain to her what he wanted her to do next. "You are now going to march upstairs to your bedroom dressed just the way you are."

"But Stacey might wake..." she began to whine.

Cutting her off once again, "then you'd better walk quietly, hadn't you?" Greg replied condescendingly.

Continuing, "On the way to your room, you will knock on Stacey's door telling her it's time to wake up. Once you are in your room, you will head to the bathroom and will shave off all of the hair on your pussy. Are you getting this so far, Anne?" Greg asked.

Nodding her head, "yes."

"Good. Once your pussy is shaved clean, you will then dress in the shortest and tightest skirt you own and the tightest most see-through blouse you own. Got it?"

Another nod of her head.

"Then get moving," Greg ordered.

On wobbly legs, Mrs. Clark scurried out of the kitchen and began to tiptoe upstairs. Excuses began to run through her head, as she tried to come up with one that would make sense, were Stacey to come out of her room now and see her ****** standing naked in front of her. Thankfully, Stacey was still a*****, and did not wake until Mrs. Clark had knocked several times upon the door. When she heard Stacey groggily respond, Mrs. Clark informed her it was time to get up and then sprinted the remainder of the way to her own bedroom, shutting the door as quickly as she could.

She stood with her back to the door for several seconds, as she tried to catch her breath and make sense of what was happening to her. Outwardly she knew what was happening was wrong, and for the life of her, she couldn't understand why she was complying. She knew she should be resisting. It felt like something inside of her was twisting her guts inside out. Locking the door, she walked unsteadily to her bathroom, grabbed her razor and cream, and, sitting upon the toilet, prepared to shave her pubic hair. It was with a start that she noticed her pussy beginning to dampen. Her mere touch was enough to send electrical shocks shooting through her pussy. This only added to the confusing emotions running amok within her. With a dizzy head, she applied the cream and began shaving her nether region, as delicately as she could.

As she made her final pass along the side of one of her pussy lips, she noted that her pussy was now soaking wet from her ministrations. The urge to masturbate was nearly overpowering, but something deep inside her told her to resist the urge, and with shaky resolve, she closed her legs and rose to get dressed.

As she stood in front of her closet, she contemplated the orders Greg had given her. She wasn't sure if she was supposed to put on panties and a bra, or just the blouse and skirt. Things were still a bit foggy for her. As she mulled this over, she had another shock, when she realized that she began to ask herself, 'what would please Greg?' to help her make her decision.

Shaking her head and more confused than ever, she reached for her skirt and blouse and put them on, without any underwear. She felt so naughty standing there looking at herself in the mirror, knowing her pussy was bare underneath the skirt and seeing the faint outline of her semi-erect nipples poking through the blouse. 'What would Stacey think if she knew?' Mrs. Clark asked herself. Slipping on a pair of matching heels, Mrs. Clark hurried out of the bedroom, not wanting to take too long and risk upsetting Greg any more.

Once downstairs again, she peered nervously around the corner and saw that Greg and Stacey were both seated at the kitchen table, eating bowls of cereal and having an amiable conversation. Taking a deep breath, she walked into the kitchen, kissed her ******** on the head and then quickly headed to the stove; ostensibly to offer to make breakfast for anyone, should they wish it. In reality she really just wanted to hide the fact that her nipples were prominently poking through her blouse and her face was red with embarrassment. When Stacey and Greg indicated that they did not want anything made for breakfast, she busied herself making some eggs and toast for herself.

While Mrs. Clark was working at the stove, Stacey informed her, "I'm heading to the beach today with Carol and Joan. I'll probably be back around 5pm." Dropping her dirty bowl into the sink, Stacey gave her mom a kiss on the cheek, grabbed her day bag and towel, and rushed out the door.

Once Greg heard the car pull out of the driveway, he cleared his throat and then began giving Mrs. Clark directions. "All right, Anne, turn around and walk over here," pointing to the floor in the middle of the kitchen. On wobbly legs, Anne shuffled over to the spot indicated, head bent low, unable to make eye contact.

"Now remove all of your clothing, Anne," Greg ordered. Blushing furiously, Anne reached up, and, with horribly shaking hands, began to undo the buttons of her blouse. When the last one was undone, she hesitated for a moment, but with a sigh of resignation, her shoulders slumping in defeat, she shrugged the blouse off of her shoulders, and let if fall to the floor. Her naked breasts, with nipples now as hard as rocks, stood prominently on display for her tormentor to see. As humiliated as she was, the weird, twisting feeling in the pit of her stomach wouldn't go away. It just seemed to push her on, ***** her to comply with his demands. Reaching behind her, she unzipped her skirt, and again, with the slightest of hesitations, she began to shimmy the skirt down her hips. When the newly shaven lips of her vagina came into view, Anne blushed an even deeper color red, which spread down her neck onto the tops of her shoulders. Once the skirt was past her thighs, Anne let gravity do the rest and let it fall about her feet. Stepping to the side with one foot, she used the other to lightly kick the skirt away from her.

Here she stood, completely naked, before her 18 year old tormentor, save for a pair of fuck-me heels. With great effort, Anne fought the urge to cover her newly shaved pussy, but instead kept her hands firmly at her side. Sensing Greg's eyes upon her, she could not bear to look up and meet them. She could only bite her lip and hover in that emotional space somewhere between excitement and crying, as she nervously awaited his next move.

She heard his chair scrape across the floor, as he pushed it back and rose to his feet. The weird twisting feeling in her stomach began to increase as she waited nervously for his next move. Mrs. Clark couldn't bear to raise her head and look at Greg, so she resigned herself to looking at his feet and following their movement.

Had she taken a moment to look up, she would have seen the enormous, ********** grin plastered across Greg's face. He looked like a kid in a candy store who had just been told he could have anything he wanted, and as much of it as he wanted. His eyes took in every inch of her body, as he slowly circled about her, nodding his head appreciatively at what he saw. He hadn't thought it possible, but for an 'older' woman, Mrs. Clark had an amazing body. Her breasts were still firm and supple, with no evidence of sagging at all. The nipples, when erect, stood out prominently from her chest, begging for attention. Moving down, she had a nice tight stomach and petite waist which flared beautifully at the hips, accentuating her gorgeously shaped ass. Her legs were lean and slender, and were a perfect end to a perfect body. Aside from being a few inches taller than Stacey, she was a mirror image of her.

Leaving her standing there, Greg walked over to the counter and, rifling through one of the drawers, pulled out the implement he was looking for. He had seen Mrs. Clark use this wooden spoon often, as she cooked the meals, but had never thought about using it in the manner he had planned. Smacking it several times into the palm of his hand, Greg marveled at the sound it made and the stinging sensation it left behind.

With nervous anticipation, Greg stepped in front of Mrs. Clark and said, "Now, Anne, for wearing inappropriate clothing this morning, you are going to be punished."

"But I...You never..." she began to stammer.

"Enough with your blubbering!" Greg shouted, cutting Mrs. Clark off mid-sentence. "You were already told not to wear that clothing, and yet you chose to willfully disobey me. You obviously need to be taught a lesson, and I intend to teach that lesson now," he said with emphasis.

Mrs. Clark wanted to argue with him, wanted to fight what was happening to her, but that sick feeling in her stomach just kept getting stronger, and she felt her willpower quickly draining away. She could only stand there, head lowered, shaking like a leaf, waiting for his next command. As scared and nervous as she was, she also was feeling excitement building from somewhere deep within her.

"Now, Anne, your punishment is not going to be pleasant. I'm not going to lie to you; it's going to hurt like hell, but I need to make sure that you are going to understand how serious it was for you to disobey me," Greg reasoned.

"Please..." she paused as she thought about how best to address Greg. Remembering the stories, and hoping that if she was really respectful, she might be able to weasel out of whatever punishment he had planned for her, she continued, "Sir, I won't disobey you again. I promise. Pleeaaassee," she whined, sneaking a glance at his face. What she saw frightened her. Greg seemed to have grown in size, since the last time she looked, and he now seemed to tower over her, with a steely look of resolve set firmly on his face.

'I'm sorry, Anne, but it's the only way you are going to learn your lesson," Greg said softly shaking his head. He couldn't believe how easy this was going for him. He had expected more resistance, but she was like putty in his hands. "Now cup your tits for me, Anne, and offer them to me," Greg ordered.

Reddening further, Anne hesitated for only a second, before reaching up and cupping each of her breasts, lifting them slightly. Instinctively, Anne knew what was coming, but found herself powerless to resist. The feeling in her stomach was now overpowering. Closing her eyes, she waited for what she knew was surely to come.

SMACK. The first blow landed squarely upon the top of her left breast, leaving a rapidly reddening mark behind. It took a fraction of a second before the pain registered in her mind. Mrs. Clark screamed in pain, and her left breast lit up and felt like it was on fire. She fought the urge to cover her breasts and to turn away from the next blow, since she knew deep down inside what was expected of her. The punishment would only be worse if she moved.

SMACK. With barely enough time to catch her breath, Greg landed the spoon squarely upon her right breast. Another howl of pain erupted from Mrs. Clark, as she tried desperately to stand still for her attacker. Greg marveled at the sound the spoon made, as it bounced off of her breasts, and how the smooth pearly white skin marked and reddened so quickly. His already hardening cock was now rock hard in his jeans, as he enjoyed the sensations the punishment was creating for him. It caught him a bit by surprise, since he hadn't expected his body to react to the discipline in this way.

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK. Greg quickened the pace and applied two quick swats to each breast, spreading the strikes around to areas that had yet to feel the sting of the wooden spoons. Mrs. Clark's breasts bounced and reddened under the strikes and she screeched and howled in pain.

Tears were streaming down her face, as she began to cry and sob from the pain. Mrs. Clark was feeling more and more confused as the punishment continued. Despite the intense pain radiating throughout her body, the knot in her stomach was getting stronger, and a strange tingling feeling was now coming from her pussy.

After Mrs. Clark's breasts were an even shade of red, Greg took aim and landed the final two strikes on each hardened nipple. Mrs. Clark shrieked in agony, as the pain shot through her body. It felt as if someone had applied a red hot brand to each of her nipples. The waves of pain were almost too intense for Mrs. Clark, as she felt her legs begin to buckle.

"On your knees, Anne. NOW!" Greg ordered, knowing she wouldn't be able to stay standing much longer. Like a rag doll, Anne dropped to her knees, still holding her breasts in her hands as she had been directed. "Clasp your hands behind your back. Do not, under any circumstance, move them from that position. If you do, we will simply resume the punishment where we just left off. Is that clear Anne?" Greg demanded.

Through sobs, Anne was simply able to nod her head yes as she moved her hands into position..

"Now, Anne, since I own you, I think it important that you learn how to properly suck a cock. Have you ever given a man oral sex before?" Greg asked.

Keeping her head down, Anne nodded her head again.

"How many times?"

Through her sniffles, Anne mumbled, "a couple of times."

"Who was that with?"

"An old boyfriend," she replied.

"And did you like it, Anne?"

"It was OK. I only did it because my boyfriend had asked," she replied.

"And did you swallow his cum, Anne?" Greg asked pointedly.

With a shocked look on her face, she gasped "God no! That's disgusting."

"Well, that's really too bad then, Anne, because from now on, it's going to be your number one protein snack. We'll call it the golden rule. Unless I say otherwise, you will ensure all semen ends up in your belly. Is that clear?" he asked, with a grin on his face.

With a sob, shoulders dropping even further, she nodded her head once and mumbled a yes.

"On with the lesson now. Show me how you learned to suck a cock." By this time, Greg had dropped his pants and had his raging hard-on in hand. Greg had never really considered himself overly big in that department; certainly not as big as any of those male actors in the porn movies. He had even gone so far as to measure it one time, just to see how it compared. Once hard, it measured an even 8" long and 1 ½" wide. Looking at his hard-on now, it seemed to have grown to twice its size. Greg couldn't remember ever being this turned on before.

Scooting forward on her knees, Mrs. C. raised her mouth to his cock and began to lick the head and shaft. After thoroughly licking the cock she began to suck on the head and first few inches of the shaft. Greg gave her a few minutes to 'show' him how she did it, before he stopped her.

"Fuck! That had to be the worst blow job I've ever had!" Greg exclaimed, as he grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head, twisting her face towards his. A sneer covered his face as he began to explain, in great detail, what would be expected of her from now on, when it came to oral sex. "You will never use your hands, but, rather, will keep them clasped behind you at all times. Your sole goal will be to see how much of the cock you can get down your throat. This shouldn't come as a surprise to you. You read how all of the women in the stories were expected to give blowjobs."

"Do you believe yourself to be better than those women in those stories?" Greg asked. Without giving her a chance to answer, he pressed on. "Well guess what? You're not better than they are. You're a dirty little whore, just like them. You can protest all you want, but guess what? All it took were a few comments from me, and you were stripping naked in front of me and letting me blow my load all over your tits."

Still holding tight to her hair and twisting her face up to his, he continued on. "You can pretend to be all prim and proper, but when push comes to shove, you like to be treated like a filthy little whore. Just like those women in the stories you were reading." Greg could see his words were really starting to have an effect on her, as tears of shame began to start falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Still don't believe me? OK, with your right hand stick two fingers in your pussy," he ordered, still not releasing his hold on her hair.

As she hesitatingly brought her right hand around the front of her body and reached for her newly shaved pussy, she knew what she was going to find before she even touched it. She could smell her sex from where she knelt, and, just as it had been when she was shaving it, her pussy was intensely aroused and was dripping juices onto the floor beneath her. She tentatively touched her pussy and instantly felt the unbelievable amount of wetness there.

"Go ahead and bury your two fingers into your pussy." After watching her push her two fingers into her cunt, until only the knuckles were visible, Greg ordered "now take them out and hold them up in front of your face."

With her face a deep crimson red, she removed her fingers and held them in front of her. It was immediately obvious that they were covered in her pussy juices. Her body was responding to the situation, no matter how hard she tried to hide it.

"Now you see? You're obviously very aroused. So, let's recap what it took to get you to that state. While your ******** was still here in this house, you willingly stripped naked for me, right here in the kitchen, knowing that she could walk in at any minute. Then, with hardly any resistance at all, you again strip naked for me here in the kitchen, after your ******** had left, but knowing that she could walk back in that door at any minute, and willingly offered me your tits, so that I could beat them with a spoon. You then let me beat them mercilessly, with no resistance what-so-ever. Then you knelt before me and began to suck on my cock."

Taking a breath, Greg continues. "Now throughout all of that, did anyone touch you in a sexual manner? Did anyone stroke your clit or fondle your tits?"

Tears streaming from her eyes now; all she could muster was a small head shake to his very pointed questions.

"And yet, you're dripping like a bitch in heat. All I've done was to humiliate you and cause you pain, and you're getting turned on by it. Face it; you're just like those dirty little whores in your stories. You get turned on by the *********** and ******" Greg could see the war being raged behind her eyes as her thinking brain was trying to reconcile the strange emotions coursing through her body. With a shudder, her shoulders slumped, and Greg could see the resignation there, as she quietly agreed with what he was saying.

"Now let's try that blowjob thing again, and let's see if we can get it right this time." Releasing her hair, Greg waited for her first move.

After only a slight hesitation, she placed her right hand behind her back again and clasped it with the left. Then, nudging forward, she once again took the head of his cock into her mouth and began working its length in. She was about to do something she'd never done before, and Greg could see she was both scared and turned on. With each head thrust down, she worked more and more of his cock in, until he finally felt it bump the back of her throat. She immediately began to gag from the contact and began to pull out.

Grabbing her hair again, Greg stopped her from pulling his cock completely from her mouth. "Remember, my little whore, the cock stays in your mouth. I don't give a **** whether you're starting to gag or not. I'm not here for your entertainment or amusement. As my filthy whore, you have a job to do. Now keep sucking." And with that, he pushed her head hard onto his cock, until it was once again pressing on the back of her throat. Of course, she immediately began to gag again, but with his hand holding the back of her head, she was unable to pull out. Greg held it there for a bit, letting her adjust to having a cock pressing against the back of her throat. Once the gagging subsided, Greg coaxed her again. "OK, it's now time to start working that cock down the throat. I want to see the entire length buried in your throat."

Greg could feel her starting to panic beneath me, so he gently eased off on the pressure in her throat, giving her a chance to relax a little. Then without warning, Greg thrust hard back into her mouth, this time pushing past the barrier at the back of her throat, and lodging an inch or two into her throat. She instantly began gagging around his cock, since he held her head in place for several seconds before pulling out of her throat, allowing her to breathe around his cock once more.

"That's a good little whore Mrs. C. You see, you were able to get a cock down your throat. Now, let's try that again."

Pushing on the back of her head again, more slowly this time, Greg once more ****** the head of his cock past the barrier in the back of her throat, and sank several inches of it into her throat, before stopping once again. Holding her head in place with both hands, he enjoyed the sensations rippling up from his cock, while her throat alternately pulsed and gripped his cock, as she struggled with the gag reflex. Feeling her squirm beneath him, and knowing that her very breath depended on his whim was an awe-inspiring feeling of power and dominance. It was a feeling Greg knew he would come to enjoy, and, perhaps, even crave in the weeks to come.

Greg pulled out of her throat once more and allowed her a few moments to catch her breath around his cock. Despite the panic she must have been feeling, Mrs. C. maintained her position on the floor with her hands firmly clasped behind her back. Greg began to coo soft words of encouragement to her as he stroked her hair with one hand.

"That's a good whore. You're doing very well. It's feeling great. Now let's keep working more of that cock into your throat. I want to see all 8 inches of it, buried in your mouth."

With a gentle nudge on the back of her head, she began to work its length back into her mouth. This time, he let her do it herself. When it reached the back of her mouth, she paused for a second, and then began pushing hard until it, once again, slipped past and slid into her throat. This time, without any ***** from Greg, she allowed several more inches into her throat, and began to piston her head back and forth sliding his length in and out of throat. The gagging still occurred but she seemed more able to deal with it, and to continue to function despite being unable to breath.

She continued this for a while, stopping periodically to catch her breath around his cock, before resuming her ministrations to his cock. By the time Greg could feel his orgasm building, Mrs. C. was an awful mess. From her repeated gagging, her face, and chest were covered in her own saliva, long strands of it hanging from her chin. But despite this, she continued to throat his cock, like the whore she was becoming.

Grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head, Greg began to piston *****fully into her throat, increasing the pace with each thrust, as the orgasm quickly built within him. Within a few seconds his cock was practically a blur, as he hammered away at her throat. With one final thrust, Greg buried the entire length of his cock into her throat and mouth, and let loose a torrent of cum straight down her throat and into her stomach. Mrs. C. Began to thrash underneath him, as she, literally, ****** on his semen and cock. As Greg felt the last few spurts exit his cock, he slowly withdrew from her mouth, and allowed her to hack and cough, as she attempted to regain some of her equilibrium.

When Greg felt the worst of her coughing was over, he began to praise her for a job well done. "Anne, that had to be the best blowjob I have ever had. You suck cock like a real pro. From this point on, that is what I expect of you whenever you are giving a blowjob." Stroking her hair, he continued. "As well, you will also learn to love the taste of cum. If the load is not deposited in your mouth, but rather somewhere on your body, then you will scoop that cum up and place it into your mouth. Protein shakes will become your favorite little whore snack. Is that clear?" Greg asked.

Mrs. C. still knelt at his feet, face red with exertion and shame. She simply nodded her head, too shocked to respond.

"Now Mrs. C., we are half-way through your punishment and you're doing great. Hopefully, after all of this is over, you'll realize the importance of doing whatever I say, when I say it."

Greg found the look of shock on her face was utterly priceless. It was quite obvious that she had thought her ordeal to this point was over. Reaching down, he grabbed a nipple and pinching hard, pulled her to her feet. Still holding her nipple, Greg pulled her toward the kitchen table. When she was standing before it, he positioned her so that she was facing the back door and then pushed her down over the table.

"Now, Mrs. C., I want you to grab the edge of the table in front of you with both hands. You will hold on to this table and not let go, no matter what happens. Should you let go, then your punishment will be doubled. I'm hoping by now, that you realize I am quite serious about your punishments." With those words Greg could see the knuckles on her hands whitening, as she instinctively tightened her grip on the table's edge.

"Spread your feet apart. Wider. Now keep your feet like that." Greg stepped back to admire the view for a few seconds. With her bent over the table and her feet spread apart, her nicely shaven pussy was clearly on display, as was her puckered little asshole. It was also quite obvious, to anyone who cared to look, that she was immensely turned on. Her pussy lips positively glistened with moisture and small rivulets of it trickled down her thighs. Grabbing the camera from his pocket, Greg snapped a few more pictures for his growing album.

Walking over to the back door, Greg bent and picked up one of Stacey's discarded flip flops. As he stood back up, Greg checked the lock on the back door and confirmed that it was not locked. Walking back over to stand in front of Mrs. C., he informed her that, "I am going to spank you now with Stacey's flip flop. This will be our little secret. Every time she puts this shoe on, she'll be oblivious to the fact that it was used to spank your pretty little ass." Walking behind her, Greg continued. "You will keep your head up through it all, and keep watching the back door. Just so you know, it is not locked, and anyone could come walking through it, at any moment to find you in this compromising position. Perhaps even Stacey will walk through that door, having forgotten something or other, and find you willingly humiliating yourself for me." Greg could tell the words were having an effect on her, since she began to visibly shake on the table. "Remember - don't let go of that table, under any circumstances," he cautioned.

With those final words, Greg reared his hand back and brought it down hard upon Mrs. C.'s left ass cheek. The responding CRACK echoed throughout the kitchen, as Mrs. C. shrieked in shock. Taking aim at the other cheek, Greg, again, smacked it as hard as he could. Another satisfying CRACK followed by an equally satisfying shriek followed. Greg then began a steady barrage on her ass, ensuring that he reddened every part of both of her cheeks and upper thighs. Her howls and sobs of pain, mixed with the CRACKs of each blow, were an intoxicating aphrodisiac, and, soon, had Greg hard as a rock and ready for round 2.

When she was a blubbering mess and her ass was a nice shade of dark red, Greg stopped his ministrations, and, again, stepped back to take a few photos. To her credit, Mrs. C. maintained her position and never let go of the table. Greg was actually beginning to feel strange feelings of pride for her. He was amazed at how easily she had been manipulated, and how well she was taking all of this.

"Now, Anne," Greg informed her, "we are almost done with your spanking. I want to make sure that this moment is forever etched in your mind, so that the mistakes made will never be repeated again."

At this, she began to panic and plead with him in an irrational voice. "Please, Greg, no more. I'll be a good little whore. I'll do anything you want, but please no more spanking. I beg of you." A note of hysteria was creeping into her voice, and, while her vehemence was moving, Greg knew there was one final thing he needed to do, to cement this moment in her brain forever.

"I'm sorry, Anne, but lessons need to be learned here. I promise it will be quick ,though," Greg says patting her affectionately on her back. Picking up the wooden spoon used earlier on her breasts, he then informed her, "I am going to apply one hit each with this wooden spoon to your pussy and asshole."

No sooner had the words escaped his mouth when Mrs., C. began to plead, "Oh please no, not that! Anything but that. It'll hurt too much."

Ignoring her, Greg continued, "If you maintain your position, then it will only be one each. However, if you move or let go of that table, I will be ****** to tie you down to the table, and I will then administer 10 strokes to each," Greg finished menacingly.

With that Greg took up position, again, and, taking aim at her puckered asshole, brought the spoon down hard, right on her anal bud. An awful wail bubbled out of Mrs. C. as her back arched, shooting her crotch into the table, as if it could escape from the pain. Again, she never let go, and, after several moments, resumed her position on the table, quietly sobbing to herself.

"You're doing very well Mrs. C. Just one more and we're done with your spanking." This time Greg took aim at her soaking wet pussy, and, with an underhanded stroke, brought the head of the spoon up to hit her squarely on her shaven lips. If it was possible, her scream of pain was even worse than the one for her ass, moments before.

Walking around to stand in front of her, Greg held the spoon out to her and instructed her to kiss it, and to thank him for her punishment. Between sobs, she managed to mutter, "Thank.....you.....for...my......punishment."

"I think it appropriate, at this point, to formalize our relationship," Greg explained to Mrs. C. "From now on, you will refer to me as Sir, at all times. The only exception will be if your ******** is in the room. Then you may refer to me by my first name. Is this clear so far, Anne?" Greg asked.

"Yes.........Sir," she hesitatingly responded.

"Very well, now, you can see that you have given me another erection, and I think it only fair that you help me to relieve it," Greg began to explain as he walked behind her once more. Taking aim at her pussy, Greg shoved his cock into her wetness, and, in one hard stroke, buried it to its hilt. Her back arched, once again, but this time she pushed back against him ensuring that he was buried as deep as he could go. A soft moan escaped her lips, as Greg settled into a nice rhythm, thrusting into her cunt. With each jab, Mrs. C. pushed back against him, slapping his skin against her already reddened ass. Soon the tempo of her thrusts quickened, and Greg could tell she was nearing climax.

"Do not cum without permission whore," Greg cautioned.

No sooner had the words left his mouth, when she began to beg, "Please, Sir, let this whore cum for you. I need to cum so bad. I've been a good girl. I've taken all of your punishments. Please let me cum?" she pleaded.

"Very well. Since you asked so nicely, you may cum for me," Greg replied.

With that, Mrs. C. quickened her pace once more, and within a few seconds, exploded in an ear-shattering climax. 'Thank God, these houses were on large lots,' Greg thought, 'because, if the neighbors could hear, they would think ****** ****** was happening here.' Her body convulsed and shuddered and writhed beneath him as wave after wave of pleasure rippled throughout her body. All of the pent up frustrations and emotions, she had kept bottled up over the years, suddenly came pouring out of her in one almighty orgasm, causing her to nearly pass out from the pleasure and relief. She realized then, on a very deep level, that, despite the obvious wrongness of the situation, it was something she needed, and had perhaps craved for years. She wasn't yet ready to put those thoughts into words, but just acknowledging them to herself was like a tremendous weight being lifted, from her shoulders.

Oblivious to all of her inner turmoil, it took all of Greg's self-control not to cum as well, while she thrashed beneath him in orgasm. Each ripple of pleasure for her translated into an amazing pressure on his cock, as her cunt gripped him with a fierceness he had never felt before. It was like someone was trying to milk the cum right out of his cock!

When at last her gyrations had ceased, Greg asked, "Whore, have you ever had a cock up your ass before?"

With shock, Mrs. C. tried to shake off the fog of her recent orgasm and answered hesitatingly, "only once Sir."

"And did you like it?"

"Not really Sir. It hurt a lot going in so we never tried it again."

"Well, that is unfortunate for you, because, like the women in your stories, I plan to use your asshole a lot. In fact I plan to make sure that it is filled all the time," he added, giving her ass a playful swat, as he continued to slowly fuck her pussy. "Now I'm going to leave this up to you to decide how this is going to play out. You can try to resist me, and I will be ****** to tie you down over the table. I will then be none too gentle, as I ***** my cock up your ass, or you can willingly cooperate with me, and I will be as gentle as I can, while I break in your ass. Your choice."

Hesitating for only an instant, Mrs. C. Quickly replied, "No please, Sir. Don't tie me down; I'll do my best to take your cock in my ass. I promise." A secret thrill ran down Greg's spine to hear Mrs. C. using language like that.

"Alright then, because you asked nicely, I'll even use some lubricant to make this first time a little easier for you," Greg said as he reached for the bottle of vegetable oil on the counter.

"Thank you, Sir, I won't disappoint you, Sir," Mrs. C. quickly replied.

Pouring a little of the oil in her crack, just above her anus, Greg began to work the liquid into her asshole; first with one finger and then eventually two. As he slowly and gently began to thrust in and out of her ass with two fingers Greg could feel her sphincter begin to loosen up and relax, as she began to realize that it wasn't as painful as she thought it would be. When it was sufficiently loosened, Greg began to work a third finger into her ass. With very little effort she was able to accommodate this extra finger and even began to thrust back into his hand, thereby burying the fingers completely.

Murmuring in approval, "Mmmm......I have a feeling you're going to be a nice little ass-whore for me, with a little practice and training. Would you like that, Whore?" Greg asked as he began to try and work his fourth finger into her ass.

With a little grunt, she replied, "Yes, Sir, that feels good, Sir," her ass continuing to bounce against my hand.

Feeling she was ready, Greg slowly withdrew his fingers and placed the tip of his cock against her bud. Instinctively, Mrs. C began to tighten against him. Speaking reassuringly to her, Greg coaxed, "Now relax, Mrs. C. My cock is not much bigger than the four fingers I just had in your ass. I want you to relax your asshole and push back against me. I'll leave it up to you, to work my cock into your asshole." With that, he took his hand off of her back, where it had been resting, and, with his other hand holding his cock, pressed against her anus.

For a few moments, nothing was said, and then Greg suddenly felt pressure on his cock, as she began to push back against him. The inner war which had been waging within Mrs. C was now over, and a decision had been made. Mrs. C. was now going to willingly shove his cock up her ass! Greg couldn't believe how amazing this day was turning out to be. It was completely and utterly beyond anything he had thought possible.

Greg was shaken out of his reverie, when he heard Mrs. C. grunt as his cock head eased past her unbelievably tight sphincter muscle, and began to slip inside of her ass. 'It was the most amazing and tightest place he had ever placed his cock,' thought Greg. It took everything he had not to grab hold of her hips and begin thrusting as hard as he could into her. 'The victory would be that much sweeter, if she willingly ******** her own asshole,' Greg thought.

Greg began to mutter encouragements to her, as she continued to struggle to take his cock up her ass. "That's a good little whore, Mrs. C. You can do it. You can take my entire cock up your ass. Make me proud, little whore, that's it." Her brow was furrowed in concentration, as tiny beads of sweat trickled down her temples. She was grunting with each push, but continued to slowly make headway. After several minutes had passed, she finally had his entire 8 inches buried up her ass. She paused for a few seconds, letting her body adjust to the intruder, before she began to pull back out several inches, and then thrust it back in again. Soon ,she had built up to a pretty good rhythm, and Greg found his body smacking against her reddened ass with each thrust.

As the pace quickened, so did her breathing. Greg quickly realized that she wanted to cum again, while being fucked up the ass. This completely floored him, since he had never expected her to enjoy this as much as he was. Grabbing her hip with one hand, and a handful of hair with the other, he yanked her head back, and growled, "Are you enjoying this, Whore? Huh? You like having a cock in your ass?" Greg punctuated each question with a hard thrust into her, bottoming out with each one. "Do you want to cum for me again, Whore? Do you?"

When she began to push back against him even harder, Greg was surprised to hear her grunt "Please Sir, let me cum again. This whore wants to cum while you fuck her in the ass."

Greg was shocked at her words, and for several moments was speechless. Finally he regained his senses and barked, "Go ahead, you dirty little Whore. Cum for me."

And just like that, the dam burst, and Mrs. C. Became like a wild ****** beneath him. She was pushing off against the table, with each thrust, pounding his cock into her as hard as she could. Greg pulled hard on her hair, ******* her to arch her back and to keep her facing the back door of the kitchen. Greg was sure that some part of her was aware of the fact that, at any moment, someone could walk in and catch her in her most humiliating moment, but she was beyond caring at this point. Being ****** to debase and humiliate herself, for her ********* male friend, while he rammed his cock up her ass, was just too much stimulation for her, and she soon found herself gripped in the throes of her second orgasm of the day. 'This one was even better than the first, if that was even possible,' she thought to herself.

Amazingly, Greg managed to hold off on his own orgasm, until he felt her begin to subside underneath him. Greg then quickly yanked his cock out and ran around to the other side of the table, grabbing her hair again and tilting her face up to his. With that, he shot his second load of the day. This time, Greg took aim at her beautifully flushed face, and covered every lovely inch of it, with white sticky strands of his cum. Greg couldn't believe he was able to cum so much, so soon after his first orgasm. When he had wiped the last dribble of cum off on her chin, Greg placed his cock at her lips and ordered her to clean it.

With only a moment of hesitation, she placed the cock, which had just been up her ass, in her mouth and began to suck it clean. When she was all done, Greg pulled out of her mouth and stood several paces away.

When she didn't move, Greg simply asked, "Well?"

It took her several moments to understand what he wanted, but when she did, Greg looked on with satisfaction, as she released the table, and, reaching up, began to wipe the cum from her face, and place the strands in her mouth. She continued this process, until she had cleaned all of the cum from her face, and licked her fingers clean.

When Greg was satisfied with the job done, he ordered, "That's good enough, Mrs. C. I want you to go upstairs now, and get a quick shower. Then I want you back down here again, dressed in only the blouse and skirt you had on this morning."

Rising unsteadily to her feet, Mrs. C. scooped up her discarded blouse and skirt, and quickly ran up the stairs. Thoughts of how drastically her life had changed, in only a few short minutes, were flashing through her mind, as she showered, and she began to wonder what else he had in store for her, today, and in the days to come. To her surprise and continued shame, those thoughts were beginning to turn her on - AGAIN.

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Later that day, after Mrs. C. had cleaned up and gotten dressed again, Greg informed her that they were going out to lunch, to celebrate their new relationship. Greg could see she was nervous about this idea, since she feared discovery, but didn't want to argue with him, knowing that it would only result in further punishment for her. Her ass and breasts were still sore from their previous punishment, and she wasn't too keen on repeating it anytime soon.

Seeing her trepidation, Greg attempted to put her mind at ease. "Don't worry, Mrs. C. I thought a little trip to Blackfoot might be in order today." Blackfoot was a city roughly 30 minutes from where they lived, and was both large enough and far enough away that it was unlikely anyone thry knew would see them together. Greg could see her visibly relax at hearing that.

After arriving in Blackwood, Greg gave her directions to a restaurant he remembered eating in, several years ago, when he had come here shopping with his parents. It was almost 1:30pm, and most of the lunch rush had already departed, leaving the restaurant half-empty. As they settled into a booth and ordered their ******, Greg looked around at his surroundings. They were in a booth in the back corner of the restaurant, and most of the tables around them were empty. The lighting was also dim enough that it afforded them some measure of privacy. After placing their orders for food, Greg leaned over the table and whispered, "You know, Mrs. C., when you stop wearing those frumpy clothes and get all dressed up, you really are quite a beautiful woman."

Blushing at the compliment, she dropped her gaze and whispered back, "Thank you Sir."

Greg took the opportunity, as they waited for their meals to arrive, to look around again at their surroundings, and that was when he noticed a man who looked to be in his late thirties, sitting alone at a table, several tables away from their booth. He would occasionally glance over, and Greg knew he was enjoying the sight of Mrs. Clark, sitting there in her too-tight blouse and tight short black skirt.

As Greg watched him continue to surreptitiously check out Mrs. C., an idea began to form in the back of his mind. Once their meals had been delivered, Greg leaned over the table and said, "You know what, Mrs. C.? I think I'd like it if you undid a button on your blouse. I'd like to see a little more of your breasts."

Mumbling a quiet "Yes Sir," she reached up with shaking hands and quickly undid the top of her blouse. Since there were only a few buttons on her blouse, this opened up the top of her cleavage to anyone who cared to look. When Greg didn't say anything further as they ate their meals, Mrs. C began to visibly relax, as she thought that, perhaps, that was all he wanted from her.

As they finished their meals, Greg leaned across the table and said conspiratorially, "You know, Mrs., C.? I think that man over there is in to you. He's been watching you the entire time we've been here. He seems to be all alone, so why don't we invite him over to join us?"

Greg could tell his question caught her by surprise. She began to mumble a response, "But Sir....what...." But before she could say anything else, Greg was already waving at him to come over and join them.

Looking a little surprised at his gesture, the man finally picked up his ***** and ambled over to join them. As soon as he arrived, Greg said, "Scoot over, Mrs. C., and give this man some room to join us."

Blushing furiously, she shuffled over on her bench, giving the man some room to sit down beside her. After the introductions were made, they learned a little about their surprise guest. His name was Bob, and he was an accountant here in town, on business for several days, before heading back to his hometown, several states over. Looking at his left hand, Greg could see the tan line from a quickly removed ring, and realized that he may do just fine for the plan that he was starting to formulate, in his mind.

Conversationally, Greg informed Bob, "You know, Mrs. C., here, was just telling me, a few minutes ago, how attractive she finds you."

Eyebrows raised, clearly surprised at Greg's comment, he replied, "Well, isn't that a surprise. I was thinking the same thing about her."

"Well then, isn't that a coincidence, Mrs. C.?" Greg asked.

Nodding her head she mumbled a shy, "Yes". A smile began to form at the corner of Greg's lips as he caught her slight transgression in forgetting to address him as Sir.

"You know, Bob, I couldn't help but notice how you've been admiring Mrs. C.'s breasts."

Again, surprised at Greg's boldness, and, perhaps, beginning to have some suspicions about his relationship with the beautiful woman, sitting next to him, he simply nodded his head and said "Yes I have, Greg. They are quite lovely."

"You know, I couldn't agree more, Bob. And I'll let you in on a little secret, Mrs. C. is pretty proud of her titties and doesn't mind showing them off, do you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asks innocently.

Turning a darker shade of red, with her eyes downcast, she again muttered "Yes.......Sir." hesitantly adding the 'Sir' at the end. Greg could see that Bob caught that little exchange, and, perhaps, his suspicions were becoming a little more firm now. Bob wasn't a fool, though, and decided to play it cool and let Greg guide the conversation.

"Mrs. C., why don't you undo a button on your blouse, so Bob can get a better look at your tits?"

Keeping her eyes down, with shaking hands, Mrs. C. reached up and undid the next button on her blouse. Now there was only one more button holding her blouse together. It was now plainly obvious, to anyone who cared to look, that Mrs. C. was not wearing a bra, and was excited about what was taking place. Her nipples were as hard as rocks, threatening to poke holes in her too-tight blouse.

"Bob, would you like to touch them?" Greg asks.

"Uh yeah, you bet," he quickly replied.

"You don't mind, do you, Mrs. C.?" Greg asks innocently.

"No Sir," she quietly replied.

Taking that as his invitation, Bob turned his upper body towards her providing a small shield to any prying eyes, and hesitantly reached into her opened blouse, to cup her right breast. When no one said to stop, he became bolder, and began to openly fondle one and then the other breast, paying particular attention to her erect nipples. After a little while of this, Greg could tell Mrs. C. was getting turned on, since she had closed her eyes and was now taking small shallow breaths.

"I'm going to let you in on another little secret, Bob. Mrs. C., here, is getting turned on by your touching her like that, in a public place. I bet if you stuck a finger in her pussy right now, you'd find it soaking wet."

"Yeah?"

Mrs. C's skirt was short enough, that when she sat down, it rode up pretty high on her thighs, and was now just barely covering her bare pussy. "Mrs. C., why don't you open your legs a little bit, and let Bob, here, have a feel? I don't think he believes me."

This time there was no hesitation. She was, by now, too far gone to be concerned about anyone noticing. Taking his left hand out of her blouse, he left her right nipple exposed, and reached under her skirt to find her newly shaved cunt. With an almost audible sigh, Mrs. C's head rolled back, as she enjoyed the sensation of a perfect stranger burying his finger in her pussy, while sitting in a public restaurant. Seeing her implicit consent for his actions, Bob continued to work his fingers into her pussy, marveling at her wetness and willingness to do whatever this young man, sitting across from him, said.

Not willing to look a gift horse in the mouth, Bob continued his ministrations on her pussy, enjoying the little mewls of pleasures coming from Mrs. C. The more she squirmed, the more her right breast worked its way completely clear of her blouse.

As Greg sensed her orgasm building, he told Bob, "I think she's going to cum for you, Bob. Go a little faster, and then, when she's about to cum, I want you pinch her clit real hard. She loves it like that."

"You sure?" he asked questioningly.

"Absolutely sure, Bob," Greg nodded emphatically.

"Ok." And with that he renewed his efforts on her pussy, delighting in the sounds of pleasure Mrs. C.was making. When it appeared she was about to cum, Bob grabbed hold of her clit between his thumb and index finger, and squeezed as hard as he could.

Mrs. C's eyes suddenly opened wide and her body shot forward, ******* her other breast to fall free from her blouse, as her body began to shake and convulse with the ***** of her orgasm. Bob couldn't believe how powerful an orgasm this strange woman was having, while sitting in this restaurant.

When she finally came back to earth, her face reddening with shame, she sheepishly tucked her boobs back into her blouse, and attempted to smooth out her skirt.

Looking around to make sure no one noticed their little display; Greg exclaimed "that was really well done Mrs. C. It sure looked like you enjoyed that. But now, I think you've caused Bob a little discomfort," he said, nodding his head towards the very obvious erection in Bob's pants.

Sheepishly she replied, "I'm sorry, Bob."

"That's quite alright, Anne," Bob tried to reassure her as he shifted uncomfortably in the booth.

"You know it's not fair to you, Bob," Greg pushed. "I think it only fair that Mrs. C return the favor. I'll have you know that she has a very capable mouth, and she would love to help you out."

Not believing his luck, Bob simply mumbled, "umm....sure."

Bob offered to pay for their lunch, and Greg told him to meet them in the back parking lot, as it would be deserted at this time of day and was well sheltered from view of the road. He quickly agreed. Greg had Mrs. C. pull her car around back, and park parallel to the restaurant, towards the rear of the treed lot. In this way, the car would offer some measure of privacy, for what he had in mind.

When Bob came around back, he was a little surprised to see them there. He had secretly been thinking that he probably wouldn't see them again.

When he was standing beside them, Greg ordered Mrs. C to, "Get on your knees, Mrs. C., and open up that blouse of yours. I think Bob really enjoyed the sight of your pert little titties."

Blushing a deep shade of red, she knelt before a stranger, and, for the second time that day, unbuttoned her blouse completely, so that both breasts were visible. Clasping her hands behind her back, she took up the cocksucking position she had been taught earlier that day. Without needing any further prompting from Greg, Bob undid his pants and dropped them along with his underwear at his feet.

Shuffling forward, Mrs. C. opened her mouth and took the strangers cock into it. Remembering what was expected of her, and not wanting to disappoint Greg, perhaps out of fear of what he would do to her, or maybe out of wanting to make him proud of her, she began to attack his cock with gusto. Once it was completely covered in her saliva, she began to try and work the head of his cock into her throat. When Bob realized what she was trying to do, he let out a little gasp of surprise.

Taking that as encouragement, Mrs. C pushed harder against his cock burying more and more into her throat. Despite continuing to gag, she began to work the length of it in and out of her throat. It appeared to be easier this time around. 'Perhaps there was hope for her yet, in that department,' Greg thought.

Seeing that Bob was close, Greg encouraged him further. "Bob, take hold of her hair at the back of her head, and use it to pound your cock in her mouth. She loves it rough, in fact, the rougher the better. See if you can bury your cock all the way in with each thrust." Greg's words were having their effect on Bob, and doing as he was instructed, he began hammering away at her face. It didn't take long for him to reach orgasm, and, at Greg's prompting, pump his entire load down her throat.

When he had pumped his last, Bob stepped back and hastily pulled up his pants. Muttering a thank you, he patted Mrs. C. on the head and quickly headed back to his car on the other side of the restaurant.

Looking down at Mrs. C., Greg could see that she had not moved from her position and was again a mess, since her face and exposed chest was covered in her saliva. Reaching for a towel, in the back seat, Greg ordered her to clean up and get into the car. That little display had given Greg another idea, and he knew just the place to try it out.

As they made their way over to the other side of town, to a store Greg remembered seeing on his earlier visit, he began to formulate a tentative plan of action. Remembering a situation, written about in one of the stories Mrs. C. had been reading that first night, Greg decided to see how far he could push a similar situation.

As they pulled up in front of the address Greg had given Mrs. C, her face fell as she saw the name on the store. She was also thinking about the situation found in "The *********** of my Wife" and wondering what he had in mind.

"Come on Mrs. C. We have some supplies to pick up." Stepping out of the car, Greg continued. "If I plan on giving you some proper training, I'm going to need the right gear to do it." Striding purposefully across the street, Greg could hear the clack-clack of Mrs. C's heels on the pavement, as she attempted to keep up with him. Standing on the sidewalk, Greg stopped and took a moment to look around, at their surroundings. They were in a seedier part of the commercial district of Blackwood and were standing in front of a store called the 'Adult Emporium'. There was little traffic on the road and few pedestrians walking the sidewalks. Greg doubted there would be many people coming in to the store, at this time of the day.

As they walked into the store, Greg noted how dim the lighting was, and saw that there was cardboard in all of the windows, making it impossible for someone to look into the store, and see what was happening. At the front of the store were racks of lingerie and other costume type clothing. Along the walls were display cases and racks holding various toys and sex paraphernalia. This was Greg's first time in an adult sex store, and he hadn't been sure what to expect. As he continued to look around, Greg also noted that the store was void of customers. Greg immediately felt disappointment, though, when he looked to the front corner of the store where the cash register was located, and found a woman sitting behind the till reading a novel.

All of his 'plans' sort of went out the window, when he saw that. Greg doubted things would go quite like they did in the story he had read. Greg did notice though that the woman behind the till was actually very pretty. 'Too pretty, really, to be working in a store like this,' he thought. She was about an inch shorter than Mrs. C. and had long blond hair pulled back into a high ponytail. She only had on a little makeup; just enough to accentuate her best features. She was slender with an athletic build. Her breasts were small, yet firm and she had a nice, shapely ass in her black stretch pants. She looked to be about 20 years old.

Sneaking a peek at Mrs. C., Greg could see a small smile on her lips as she also figured out that she was probably safe here as well. With an audible sigh, Greg decided to quickly get the supplies and be on their way. Clearing his throat, Greg began to ask the clerk, "Where do I find the collars?"

The clerk seemed startled, and looked up at them in surprise. Greg realized then that she likely had been so engrossed in her book, that she never even heard them enter the store. She began to point to her left, towards a display case, when she did what can only be described as a double take. Her head snapped back to them mid sentence, and her mouth hung open, as she gaped at them in surprise. Greg guessed that she doesn't often see gorgeous women in here with much younger men in tow. She jumped out of her seat and practically ran over to them, quickly offering her help in finding anything they should need. She barely gave Greg a glance, as she stared fixedly at Mrs. C.

With a smile beginning to form on his lips, Greg again asked, "Where do I find the collars?"

With only a glance out of the corner of her eyes, she replied, "Oh, they're over here," pointing to her left as she began to walk in that direction. When she arrived at a rack with a variety of collar types hanging from it, she asked "What type of collar were you looking for?" Her question was directed at Greg, but she never took her eyes off of Mrs. C.

"I have to admit.....Sara...." as Greg noted the name on her name tag, "that I have never been in an adult sex shop before. To be honest, I'm not quite sure what I need. The collar would be for Mrs. C. here." Her cheeks blushed a deep red on hearing that. "What would you recommend for her? She likes to be treated like a dog and led around by her collar," Greg added matter-of-factly. He figured if he couldn't have the fun he had planned here, then at least he could embarrass and humiliate Mrs. C. a little.

With a short intake of breath, and a little color now appearing on Sara's cheeks, she smiled broadly at Mrs. C., and said, "Oh, I have the perfect collar for her, then." Turning around, she rummaged through the rack of collars behind her, until she found the one she was looking for. Holding up a collar she asked, "How's this?"

The collar was black leather, with soft felt lining the inside, and it had silver studs around the outside of it. It also had several silver metal loops spaced around it. It was fastened together by a small silver fastener similar to a belt buckle. Pretending to think about it for a few seconds, Greg said, "I think that might do. Can you put in on her for me to make sure it fits?" he asked innocently.

Coloring a deeper red, Sara quickly replied "sure," and stepped forward until her body was almost touching Mrs. C's. She reached up and gently placed the collar around Mrs. C's neck, fastening it at the back. Her eyes remained fixed on Mrs. C's face the whole time, and she had a big smile on her lips. Mrs. C. was just as red as Sara was, but kept her eyes downcast the entire time. Greg noticed that Sara's hands seem to linger at her neck, and it seemed to take longer than it should to put a collar on. A thought began to form at the back of his head as he studied Sara's interaction with Mrs. C.

Finally Sara stepped back and asked, "Well, what do you think?"

Greg smiled at her and said, "It looks perfect. Do you mind if she keeps it on for a while? I can tell she really likes the feel of it."

"Sure," was the quick reply. "Is there anything else you need?" she asked expectantly.

"Well, as a matter of fact, there is," Greg answered grinning. Leaning forward he pretended to whisper to Sara, "She's also looking for nipple clamps."

Sara's grin broadened at hearing that, and she quickly led them to a display case several feet away. "We have several different types of nipple clamps. What type were you looking for?" For the first time since we walked into the store, Sara was finally looking at Greg. She felt a nervous anticipation, as she began to sense what their relationship might be, and it wasn't repulsing her.

"I'm looking for clamps which won't fall off easily. I want the kind that can be tightened as much as you want since Mrs. C. here likes having her nipples pinched hard. Also, I want them joined together by a chain, so that I can lead her around by her nipples like a dog. Do you have anything like that?" Greg asked questioningly.

Greg could see Sara was a bit shocked by his frankness, but he also thought she was getting a little excited by it, as well. She rummaged through the display case for several seconds, until she finally produced a small silver pair of clamps, joined together by a medium length chain. Holding them up, she nervously asked, "Will these do?"

"I don't know," Greg said shaking his head. "I need to make sure they'll stay on. I've never used nipple clamps before, so I'm not sure how to use them. Would you mind putting them on Mrs. C. here, so I can see how to do it and to make sure that they'll stay on?" he asked as innocently as possible.

Looking around nervously she stuttered, "Well....umm....I don't know......I don't want to get in trouble. You sure you want me to?"

"Absolutely" Greg quickly replied. "But perhaps it would be best to lock the door, so we are not interrupted."

"Oh, that's a good idea" she replied as she practically ran over to the front door and threw the bolt. As the bolt slid home, with an audible click, Mrs. C. practically jumped off the ground. With that sound, she realized that Greg had something planned for her and that being interrupted before he had a chance to put his plan into action was no longer a possibility.

Sara practically came bouncing back to stand in front of Mrs. C., waiting for their next move. "You know, Mrs. C., it'll be a lot easier for us if you remove that blouse. That way we can see how they'll look, once they're on. Don't you think?" Greg asked her pointedly.

With a note of terror in her voice, she replied "Yes Sir," and, with shaking hands, began to undo the buttons on her blouse. When, at last, the final button was undone, she paused, before slowly parting the cloth and shrugging the blouse from her shoulder. Taking the blouse from her and hanging it on a rack beside him, Greg took the opportunity to sneak a glance at Sara. He needn't have tried to be sneaky, since she had eyes only for Mrs. C's breasts. Her mouth hung open, as she gaped at the exposed flesh.

When it appeared Sara wasn't going to move, Greg cleared his throat and said, "Go ahead and put them on for me, please."

His words seemed to snap her out of her reverie, and, with shaking hands, she reached up for Mrs. C.'s left nipple. Grasping the already hardened nipple with one hand, she pulled out slightly as she applied the clamp with the other hand. Again, Sara's hands seem to linger on her breasts for several seconds, before relinquishing their hold on the nipple. Reaching up, with her left hand now, she did the same to Mrs. C's right nipple. Once both clamps were affixed, Sara stepped back to admire her handiwork. Her face was now flushed with excitement, and her breathing had quickened.

"Now, you said these clamps can be tightened. Can you show me how?" It was quite obvious how it was done, but Greg wanted to see how far he could push Sara.

"Sure," she quickly replied as she stepped forward again.

"I want you to tighten them both at the same time," Greg explained. "I'll tell you when to stop. You see, Mrs. C. here is often a very bad girl, and she requires frequent punishment. One thing she always begs me to do is to punish her nipples, so this was why I thought the clamps might be a good idea," Greg improvised. By this time, Sara had reached up and was starting to slowly turn the screws on the clamps. Greg watched in fascination, as the clamps slowly closed on the nipples, causing the tips to become engorged with *****. The tighter they got, the more agonized the look on Mrs. C's face became. By this time, Sara was transfixed on Mrs. C's face, watching the discomfort, and eventually pain, she was causing her. But to my amazement, she never stopped turning the screws.

Once Mrs. C. began to mewl in pain, Greg told Sara she could stop tightening the clamps. He almost chuckled out loud when he saw the look of disappointment pass over Sara's face. At this point, it was quite obvious to him that Sara was in to women, and that she was enjoying dominating Mrs. C. "Alright, I want you to lead Mrs. C. around the store, like the little whore that she is." Greg's words again startled Sara, but without any further encouragement from him, she grabbed the dangling chain and began walking about the store, giving them a tug, every now and then, to keep Mrs. C. on her toes. "Go ahead and call her 'whore', Sara. She likes being called that."

This had Sara practically skipping through the aisles, as she now began to coax Mrs. C. around the store like she was a dog. "Come on whore, follow me. Stay close, whore."

Finally she reluctantly led Mrs. C. back to where Greg had been standing and stood there holding the chain, waiting for his next cue.

"Is there anything else you'd like for your whore?" she asked expectantly.

It was quite obvious Sara was in to this whole scene, and would be a willing participant to whatever Greg had planned. "Now that you mention it Sara, there is," he calmly replied. "I find myself needing to spank my whore often, and I really don't have the proper tools for the job. Do you have anything here for that?"

"Definitely," she replied in a breathless voice. Still holding the chain, she led them over to a display case against the far wall. In it were numerous implements, ranging from whips to paddles.

"Wow! That is quite the selection. Again, I have to beg ignorance here Sara. I've never used any of this stuff. Would you mind indulging me a bit more?" Greg asked as innocently as possible.

With no hesitation, she quickly replied in the affirmative.

Pretending ignorance, Greg pointed to a small wooden paddle, resembling a ping pong paddle, and said, "How about that one?"

Finally dropping the chain, she reached into the case, pulled out the paddle, and held it out for Greg.

Shaking his head, he said, "Oh no, not me. I'm not sure how to use it. Would you mind showing me how it's used?"

At this, Sara practically licked her lips in anticipation. "Sure," was her only response.

"Whore, take your skirt off. Sara has very generously agreed to teach us how to use these things," Greg ordered.

"Yes sir," she replied shakily and, with one fluid movement, stepped out of her skirt and was once again holding it out to him.

Taking the skirt and hanging it with her blouse, Greg instructed, "Bend over and grab your ankles whore. Spread your feet apart. Wider." When she was suitably presented with her legs spread wide, opening up her newly shaven pussy and ass to both Greg and Sara, he added, "Now, do not release those ankles under any circumstances. Is that clear whore?"

Mrs. C. nodded her head, as she hung upside down and mumbled a meek, "yes Sir."

"I'm sure you realize what the consequences will be should you move," Greg added for good measure. Turning to Sara, he instructed, "Go ahead and show me how to use that. I want you to hit her ass as hard as you can. I'll tell you when to stop. Would that be alright?" Greg asked.

Nodding her head yes, she stepped up to Mrs. C.'s ass, and taking aim, brought the paddle down hard on her left cheek.

CRACK

The sound reverberated around the store. Greg needn't have worried about Sara holding back either, since it was quite evident she put everything into it. The ***** of the blow was almost enough to topple Mrs. C. Mrs. C. realized that, in order to not lose her balance, she would actually have to push back against the blow. This went against every fiber of her being, which just wanted to get away from the blow, not move towards it.

CRACK

CRACK

Sara continued her assault on Mrs. C's ass, alternating the blows to each cheek. In no time at all, both cheeks were completely red.

"Ok, that's enough," Greg finally said, after Sara had landed approximately 5 blows to each cheek. "What about that one, now?" Greg asked pointing to a leather cat-o-nine-tails.

Sara, now out of breath, simply put the paddle down, and quickly picked up the next device. No encouragement was needed from Greg, as she began laying in to Mrs. C.'s already reddened ass.

After another 10 blows from the cat-o-nine-tails, which left multiple red streaks across her ass, Greg again stopped Sara and pointed to the next implement. This one was a thin white cane.

Sara swished the cane through the air several times, before taking careful aim. As the cane made contact across both cheeks simultaneously, it sounded vaguely like the sound a bow makes when an arrow was fired.

THWACK

A god-awful shriek erupted from Mrs. C., as an angry red welt appeared where the cane had made contact. Tears were flowing freely now as Mrs. C. practically danced on the spot in pain. To her credit, she didn't let go of her ankles, but Greg could see she wouldn't be able to take much more from the cane.

"Just one more with the cane will do, Sara," he instructed.

Without even thinking about it, Sara replied, "yes Sir," and then brought the cane down across Mrs. C's ass once more.

Another THWACK followed by a ************* scream.

"Ok, just one more device I want you to demonstrate for me Sara." Greg pointed to a medium sized leather crop, which appeared to have a good amount of flex in its shaft.

Sara was completely flushed with excitement, and was breathing heavily, as she returned the cane and grabbed the crop. Once again, she swished it through the air several times to get a feel for it before landing a beautiful hit to Mrs. C's left ass cheek. She quickly followed that with another hit to the other ass cheek. As she continued her assault on the ass, Mrs. C. was by now a blubbering mess as she cried and mewled in pain. There also was a very strong smell of sex in the air, and Greg noted, with a grin, that Mrs. C's inner thighs were soaked with her juices.

Here she was, bent over naked in front of a strange girl, not much older than her own ********, with clamps killing her nipples, and her ass a blistered mass of welts, and yet, she was getting turned on by the ***** and ***********.

"Sara?" Greg asked, causing her to pause in her strokes, "Hold up for a second please."

"Whore, I want you to reach back with both hands and pull your ass cheeks apart for Sara." When she had done as requested, further humiliating herself in front of this stranger, Greg continued. "Sara, I want you to hit her asshole with that crop, as hard as you can. Are you Ok with that?" he asked.

"Oh, yes Sir," she quickly replied, licking her lips in anticipation. Taking aim, she brought the crop down hard right on the exposed bud.

SMACK

"Ahhh" Mrs. C. bellowed, knees beginning to buckle from the torment. Again, to her credit, she kept her hands in place holding her cheeks apart. Greg could tell she was close, and just needed a little nudge to push her over the edge.

"Ok Sara, just one more stroke. This time, I want you to do an under-hand swing and hit her right on her clit and pussy lips."

"Yes Sir," she replied. No coercion was needed here.

When Mrs. C. had settled down and stopped moving, Sara took careful aim, and after several practice swings, brought the crop up hard right on Mrs. C's wet pussy lips.

SMACK

Mrs. C's head snapped up, as her knees quickly buckled under her. All thoughts to keeping her hands on her asscheeks were long forgotten, as she crumpled to the ground, a low keening sound coming from her, with her hands buried deep in her ******** pussy. She began to convulse and shake on the floor, as a powerful orgasm ripped through her body.

After a minute or two had passed, Mrs. C. had finally settled down, and was now laying motionless on the floor, curled up in the ***** position. Her brow was covered in perspiration, and her cheeks were a mottled color from the exertion of her torment and orgasm. Looking at Sara, I could see she was perspiring, and her cheeks were also flushed with excitement and exertion. Her nipples were hard as rock under her t-shirt as she stared fixedly at Mrs. C.'s naked body at her feet.

Snapping Sara out of her trance, Greg informed her that, "I think I like the crop the best. It's precise but also was easy to cover a large area very quickly. I think we'll take that one."

Nodding her head, she placed the crop down on the counter top beside her. Greg had no doubt now that Sara would likely be game for anything that he had in mind. "There was one other thing I am looking for Sara," he explained. "Mrs. C. likes being fucked in the ass, so I am looking for some butt plugs of varying sizes, which she can wear for periods of time, to help stretch her asshole out for me. Do you have anything like that?" Greg asked, already knowing the answer to the question.

"Yes Sir, we do. Right over here," she points to another display case against the other wall. Walking over she reached in and pulled out several different sizes and held them up for my inspection.

"Her ass is very tight right now, so I think we'll start her out on that one there," pointing to a black one that was about 1 ½" wide at its widest point. "Then we'll probably progress to that black one there," he added pointing to one that was roughly 2" wide. "And then, when she's nicely stretched out or she needs to be punished, we'll go with the big one there," pointing to a big black monster that had to be close to 3" wide.

"Sara, I wonder if you would mind humoring me one more time." Greg asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be.

"Of course," she replied excitedly, knowing what he was going to ask of her.

"Mrs. C., crawl over here and offer your ass up to Sara," Greg ordered.

Mrs. C. raised herself off the ground, where she'd been laying, and slowly crawled over to Sara. The chain attached to her nipples was just long enough that it dragged slightly on the ground as she moved. Once she was at Sara's feet, she put her head to the floor and, reaching back with both hands, pried her ****** ass cheeks apart once more. Her ass was now turning a wonderful mixture of colors, as the welts and bruises darkened in color.

"Sara, why don't you go ahead and take some lubricant from her pussy, and then see if you can get the smallest one in her ass?"

"Yes Sir." Sara quickly knelt behind Mrs. C., and, with her left hand, jammed 2 fingers, knuckle deep, into Mrs. C's soaking wet pussy. A soft moan escaped Mrs. C.'s lips, as Sara worked a 3rd finger in the pussy. After fucking Mrs. C's pussy with her fingers for several seconds, she withdrew her now glistening fingers and began to lather the butt plug with the juices. Sara repeated this process several more times, until the plug was covered in pussy juices.

She then placed the tip of the plug at Mrs. C.'s asshole, and began to gently push it in. When Sara began to encounter resistance, she slowly pulled the plug out a little bit, and then pushed it back in again, with a little more *****. She continued this slow fucking motion, entranced with the sight of Mrs. C's anal bud stretching and contracting around the butt plug, as she ****** more and more of it into her. When the fattest part finally slipped into her, Sara reluctantly released her hold on the plug and stood up.

"Sit up, Whore," Greg ordered. At that, Mrs. C. raised her head off the ground and knelt at the feet of her new tormentor, nipple clamps still on her engorged nipples and, now, a plug filling her ass as well. "Do you have anything to say to the nice young lady?" he asked.

"Uh, thank you Ma'am..." She replied hesitatingly.

SLAP

Bringing his right hand down hard across Mrs. C's her left cheek, the slap surprised both her and Sara. With some menace in his voice he growled, "You can do better than that, Whore. Thank you for what?" Greg asked again.

Cringing with fear at being struck again, Mrs. C. replied once more, with a tremor in her voice, "Thank you Ma'am for showing my master how to properly put nipple clamps on his whore."

Greg was stunned. This was the first time she had referred to him as her master. He hadn't expected that early an acknowledgment from her. In fact he had thought that it would be something that he would have to ***** on her, as he has had to do with this whole situation.

Not noticing Greg's look of surprise, since her head and eyes were now down, Mrs. C. continued. "And thank you for showing my master how to properly use the different tools to punish his whore, and for stretching this whore's ass, with the butt plug," she finished breathlessly, not daring to look up at Greg, for fear that she would disappoint him once more.

Raising her chin up to look at him, Greg gently praised her, "That was much better Mrs. C. Now tell me, do you like having your ass filled with that plug?"

Nodding her head slightly, she replied, "Yes Sir."

"Very good. Now tell me, Mrs. C, do you think Sara should be rewarded for being such a big helper?"

A very quiet "Yes Sir."

Turning to Sara, Greg informed her, "You've been such a wonderful help to both myself and my Whore. I'd like to pay you back for your kindness."

She began to reply, "oh no, that's not necessary. I..."

"No really, I do insist. You can do whatever you want to her as your reward."

"Anything?" she asks.

"Anything," Greg replied.

"Well, I've always wanted to try...but I've never had the opportunity to...you know," Sara mumbled in an embarrassed voice, "to...fuck a girl with a strap-on," she finally finished.

Beaming a big smile at her, Greg replied, "I think that's a wonderful idea." Stroking Mrs. C's hair, he asked, "Would you like to fuck her in the pussy or her nice tight ass?"

"Oh, I'd like to fuck her ass, if I could," she quickly replied.

"You most certainly can, Sara. Mrs. C. here would love it, wouldn't you, Whore?"

"Yes Sir."

Walking to another wall display, Sara took down a black leather harness and, reaching into a display case to her left, pulled out a pink dildo that was about 7 inches long and about an 1 ½" wide. Holding it up, she asked me, "Is this ok, Sir?"

"That'll do just fine, Sara," Greg replied as she walked back over to stand in front of the kneeling Mrs. C. "Now before you begin, Sara, I want you to take your clothes off please."

After placing the harness and dildo on the counter beside her, and blushing a deep shade of red, Sara pulled off her t-shirt and unclasped her bra, revealing a very pretty little set of titties, with very hard nipples and dark areolas. When she appeared to be hesitant to go any further, as she stood there half-naked attempting to cover her breasts with one arm, Greg gently coaxed her on. "Now the pants and panties, Sara."

With a nervous smile, she hooked her thumbs in the elastic band of her stretch pants and pulled them down her legs, revealing a pretty pink thong, covering a small tuft of light colored hair above her slit. Once she had stepped out of her pants, she repeated the process for her panties.

When she finally stood naked in front of them, Greg couldn't help but admire her body. Though she wasn't as shapely as Mrs. C, her body had just enough curves to be sexy, and was tight in all the right places. It was evident she kept herself in good shape. "Wow, you are stunningly sexy Sara," Greg complimented her.

Blushing an even deeper red, she replied "thank you Sir."

"Now go ahead and get in that harness there." As she busied herself with the harness and dildo, Greg asked "what position would you like to fuck the Whore in?"

"I'd really like to have her on her back with her knees up beside her head, so that I can look into her eyes as I fuck her ass," she replied without any hesitation. Obviously this wasn't the first time she had thought about this.

"You heard her, Whore. On your back. Grab your legs. That's it, now raise that ass up." Once she was in position, she had an arm wrapped behind each knee, holding them as close to the sides of her head as she could. This raised her ass off the ground, and spread her pussy and ass quite nicely for them.

Sara then knelt before Mrs. C.'s offered ass and began working several fingers into her still moist pussy. When they were covered in juices, she applied them to her rubber cock. It was sort of surreal watching this pretty girl stroking her own cock. She repeated this procedure several more times, until her cock glistened. She then reached down and slowly pulled out the butt plug, marveling at how the sphincter stretched to accommodate the fattest part of the plug, and then watched the muscle immediately tighten up as the plug was removed. Once the plug was out of the way, Sara scooted forward again until her cock was poised at Mrs. C.'s asshole. Then, nudging the head in, she began to slowly work its length into Mrs. C.

Mrs. C. began to grunt and bite her lower lip in concentration, as more and more of the rubber cock made its way into her ass. This was the second time today that she had had a cock in her ass. When Sara had the full length of her cock buried in Mrs. C., she began to slowly fuck it in and out of her. Soon the strokes began to pick up in speed, and were now making a distinct slapping sound each time she bottomed out in her ass. Sara was staring intently at Mrs. C.'s face as she continued her assault on her ass. Sara was enjoying the sensations as well as each time she bottomed out in Mrs. C's asshole, the rubber cock would rub against her exposed clit sending waves of pleasurable sensations throughout her body.

Surprising everyone, Sara suddenly asked, "Please Sir, will you spank my ass with the crop, while I fuck your Whore? I've been a bad girl and need to be punished as well," she added meekly.

Not wanting to waste an opportunity, Greg quickly replied, "Of course."

With that, he took up the crop Sara had discarded earlier, and began laying into Sara's ass. He started off with light strokes, but as her ass reddened, Greg began to increase the strength of the blows. Soon Sara was grunting with each blow and was hammering her cock in and out of Mrs. C.'s ass as hard as she could.

"Yes, beat my ass Sir. I've been a very bad girl. Spank my ass as I fuck your Whore." She began to rant these phrases over and over, as she picked up the pace of her thrusts. Soon Mrs. C. was grunting right along with Sara and it was obvious she was close to cumming again.

"You have been a bad little girl, Sara," Greg admonished her, as he continued beating her ass, "and now you're going to make the Whore cum again," he pointed out.

"Yeah? Are you going to cum for me, you dirty little Whore?" And with that Sara grabbed hold of the chain connecting the two nipple clamps and began tugging hard on them while she continued to hammer away at Mrs. C's ****** ass.

What a sight this was. Greg had never imagined, even in his wildest dreams, that something like this could have happened today. Yet here was this pretty little blonde thing, kneeling naked before him, wearing a large rubber cock, fucking the **** out of Mrs. C's asshole and torturing her nipples, all the while begging him to beat her ass with a crop. Greg was in heaven and didn't want it to end.

"Please, Ma'am, may I cum?" Mrs. C. begged of her tormentor.

"Yesss....cum for me, you Whore," Sara hissed between thrusts as she grew near to her own orgasm.

With that, Mrs. C. let out a mighty shriek, as her body began to convulse and shake beneath the weight of Sara. Her eyes had rolled into the back of her head, and her mouth hung open, as she bucked and thrashed, while the waves of pain/pleasure rolled over her.

All of the thrashing around was enough to also push Sara over the edge, as she came in an explosive climax. As Sara shuddered and shook, all the while buried to the hilt in Mrs. C.'s ass, Greg stopped beating her ass to marvel at the two women caught in the throes of their own passion. Finally, Sara, almost reluctantly, began to pull her cock out of Mrs. C.'s ass.

"Take the harness and dildo off, Sara, and lay on your back beside the Whore," Greg ordered, fairly confident she would do as he instructed. Without hesitation, she did as she was told. Her shaven pussy lips were wet with her own cum, and her little clit was standing proudly at attention. "Whore, get on your knees and eat her pussy," Greg ordered Mrs. C.

When she was in position, with her faces only an inch away from this stranger's pussy, she tentatively stuck out her tongue and licked up the length of Sara's slit. It was obvious she had never eaten another woman out, before this. After a slight pause, where she apparently decided that she didn't mind the taste of pussy, she began to lick and suck on her clit and pussy in earnest. Soon it was Sara's eyes rolling into the back of her head, as she enjoyed the ministrations of this older submissive woman between her legs. She grabbed hold of a handful of hair, at the back of Mrs. C.'s head, and began to grind her pussy into her face, all the while driving her on to lick it harder and deeper.

By this point, Greg had about all he could take and was dying for release himself. So he quickly stepped out of his clothes, and, with an already hardened cock, knelt behind his slave, took aim at her already ****** and stretched asshole, and drove it home to the hilt on the first thrust.

Mrs. C. was so engrossed in eating out her first pussy, that she was completely unaware of what Greg had planned. Her first indication of that plan was when she felt her asshole being invaded by a cock again. She howled in pain, as Greg drove his dry cock balls deep on the first thrust. This time he didn't pause and began hammering as hard as he could into her.

Sara, never relinquishing her hold on the back of Mrs. C's head, began berating her as she ground her pussy into her face. "You like that, Whore? Eating my cunt while your master fucks your asshole? Huh? You like having my cunt juices all over your face? That's it. Keep sucking my clit. Now stick a finger in my ass. Yeah, that's it."

Sara was close to her second orgasm of the day, as her breathing had quickened to an almost panting state, and Mrs. C. was sucking and licking as quickly as she could. The sights, sounds and sensations proved too much for both girls and their orgasms seem to overtake them at almost the same time.

Once their thrashing had slowed, Greg asked Sara, "Where do you want me to place my cum, Sara?"

"Cum on my pussy, Sir, and then make your whore lick it up," she replied.

With that, Greg quickly withdrew and scuttled up to Mrs. C.'s head, and, when his cock was less than an inch from her face, he began spurting a massive load all over Sara's pussy. When he had squeezed the last drop of cum onto her freshly eaten pussy, Mrs. C. began licking the cum off in long slow strokes of the tongue. Both Sara and Greg just marveled at the sight before them.

Once Mrs. C. had cleaned the last of the cum from Sara's pussy, she crawled over to Greg, took his cock in her mouth, and gave it a spit cleaning as well. Once it was also sufficiently clean, Greg stood up and donned his clothes. Sara took her cue from me, and also dressed at the same time. Meanwhile, Mrs. C. Continued to kneel at Greg's feet awaiting further instructions.

Crouching down, Greg tried to remove the nipple clamps as gently as he could, but, despite his best efforts, it elicited a sharp gasp and moan, as each clamp was removed, and the ***** rushed back into the engorged and ****** nipple.

Stroking her head affectionately, Greg praised Mrs. C. "You did very well today Mrs. C. I'm very proud of you. You have certainly earned my favor today." She practically beamed at the praise, and had a big grin on her face. "Now get dressed, gather up the things we are going to buy today, and take them over to the cash register."

As she got dressed and gathered up the clamps, crop, collar and 3 butt plugs, Greg took a moment to speak with Sara. "Thank you for helping me out today. You were a great help in the training of my slave."

Sara grinned back at him. "It was my pleasure, Sir." Handing him a scrap of paper with her name and number on it, she continued "and if you need my help at all with any future training, don't hesitate to give me a call. Anytime," she added suggestively.

"Count on it," was his reply as he headed out the door leaving Mrs. C. to pay for the items.

Once Mrs. C. was back in the car, and they were on their way home, Greg announced the next phase of his plan to Mrs. C. "I will be moving into your house this weekend. My parents won't care because they are too busy fighting and find me more of an annoyance or hindrance to their squabbles. They'll be happy to not be burdened financially with me anymore. Especially since neither of them have a job at the moment." He paused then, to give Mrs. C. time to absorb what he had said.

"But Sir, what will we tell Stacey?" She asked.

Greg had expected her to protest his plan quite loudly, and was quite shocked at her simple question instead. "We'll simply tell her that my parents are suffering severe financial problems, and that you offered to let me stay with you while they got things sorted out. It's not like you don't have the room. That 3rd bedroom has been vacant for as long as I've known you," he rationalized.

"Any problems with that Mrs. C.?" Greg asked.

"No Sir," she quickly replied.

They drove the rest of the way home in silence, giving Greg time to formulate his next step. With his recent success controlling Mrs. C, Greg suddenly realized what his next step was going to be. His lifelong dream was now within his reach - to finally have Stacey to himself. Little did Mrs. C. realize that she was going to help him get her own ********.

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Black Isn't So Bad After All


John and DeeDee were the average couple of their times. Both had been raised in a white Christian environment and throughout their lives were taught that black people were not as good as they were.

Times change though, whether you want them to or not.

Both are now in their early 60's, having been married almost 45 years, and as they grew older the neighborhood around them changed as well. More and more black families were moving in and more and more white families were moving further out of the city, into the suburbs. It was only a matter of time before a black family bought the vacant house to the side of theirs, or perhaps the once slightly down, and across, the street from them.

In order to get a better grip on their lives, as well as the way they had been brought up, they sought out professional advise, in the form of a psychologist, who had been recommended by a friend of theirs. They had also used his services and they highly recommended him.

When John made the appointment he was surprised to learn that the doctor would want to see them individually the first time, and would then see them together. John agreed and set up the first appointment for himself, with his wife getting an appointment for the following day and then the two of them would see him on Friday of the same week.

When John got to the doctor's office he was kind of surprised to find that he was the only one in the waiting room, especially for the time of day, which was just after 1 PM. The receptionist gave him forms to fill out then she disappeared into the doctor's office and shortly after that came out, got her purse and left the office.

About 10 minutes later the doctor, Dr. Richard Gosman, stuck his head into the outer office and called him inside his office.

"I'll have to apologize for my secretary, but she had an appointment and had to leave early today. If you'll excuse me for a moment, I want to make sure that the outer door is locked, since your my last appointment for the day." With that said the doctor left his office and John could hear him as he opened the door, shut it, and then secured the lock, returning shortly thereafter to his office and sitting behind his desk.

"Now then, Mr. Wilson, what can I do for you today?"

Dr. Gosman already knew the reason for the visit, since he'd already read the short files in front of him, but he always felt better if the patient actually told him the reasons for the visit, instead of having to try and pull it out of him.

"Well," John began, "I guess it's kind of embarrassing. You see, my wife and I are products of a different generation and we've had a hard time adjusting to the blacks moving into our neighborhood, particularly afraid that one would move in next to us. We've heard so many horror stories of black kids, and how they behave, and we're not sure we would feel safe even if it were just adults that moved in."

The doctor nodded and appeared to be taking notes, so John continued.

"Both our parents were firm believers that the blacks had a proper place, and that they should stay with their own kind. But, since the economy has changed so much and many of them are working different jobs, especially with a lot of them in management positions, we realize that sooner or later blacks are going to be a part of our community, and we're just not prepared for that right now."

"And why not?" the doctor asked.

"I guess you could say that prejudice runs deep in our families and we were always taught that blacks shouldn't mingle with whites."

"And you find that you have a problem with that?"

"Yes. My wife and I do. She's afraid of what might happen, and to tell you the truth, so am I!"

"Well, you're not here to represent your wife right now. You're here for yourself. I learn more of your wife's position when I see her tomorrow. I see that she's scheduled to be here the same time tomorrow and that both of you will be here around 3 PM on Friday afternoon, right?"

"Yes."

"Ok, why don't you make yourself more comfortable on the sofa over there and I'll sit in the chair across from you. You can relax a little bit and we'll talk more.

"By the way, would you have any objections to me using ******** on you today?"

"Why?"

"I find that it helps to put the patient more at ease and is able to talk more openly about his or her problems. I won't do it if you have any objections."

John thought about it for a while then consented for the doctor to ********* him.

"Good. I want you to lay down on the sofa and get comfortable. Once you're ready let me know and I'll begin. I promise you that it won't hurt on bit and once I have you under I'll start asking you questions and you'll feel completely at ease answering them for me. OK?"

"Fine with me," John answered.

"Ready," Dr Gosman asked once John was situated.

"Yes."

"Ok. Now, I want you to listen to my voice and shortly you'll begin to feel ****** and you'll close your eyes, but you'll be able to hear every word I say."

In less then 5 minutes John was completely under.

"John? Can you hear me? Can you understand me?"

"Yes," came the dreamy reply.

"OK. Good. Now, I want you to tell me about your feelings towards black men."

There was no hesitation in John's reply.

"To tell the truth, I'm intimidated by them."

"Why?"

"Because they seem to act so much better then I am. They have management positions in my work place and they seem to flaunt that in front of all us older, more experienced, employees. They always seem like they're much better at doing the same work I've been doing for over 30 years, while they've only been there less then 5 years, and I resent having those feelings."

"Do you feel you were slighted by upper management when they placed a black man over you and your department?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because they tend to take advantage of their position."

"In what way?"

"They treat the women, especially the white women, better then they do the men. They always seem to be making passes at them and the women seem to like it that way."

"Do these women ever complain about this attention?"

"Not that I've heard."

"Do you ever wonder why?"

Silence.

"Well, I have heard rumors going through the office and warehouse."

"What kind of rumors?"

"That some of the white women are ******** with the black managers."

"Does that upset you?"

"Yes, it sure does."

"Why?"

"Because they shouldn't be ******** around with their bosses, especially if their boss is a black man."

"And why do you feel that way?"

"It's just against my nature to even get close to a black man, or a black woman, and I feel that they are betraying their race by ******** with them."

"Could it be that you're jealous of the black men?"

"What?"

Dr. Gosman could hear the surprise in John's voice as he answered.

"I asked you, 'Are you jealous of the black me?'"

"Why should I be?"

"Because they're getting something that you want."

"And what would they have to offer that I would want?"

"Perhaps you're jealous of their abilities to handle these women and that you wish you could do as well with them."

"But I'm happily married!"

"So? That doesn't mean you haven't been tempted to try and get into another woman's panties, does it?"

Silence, again.

"Well?" Dr. Gosman prompted.

"I'm not that way," John insisted.

"And what way would you be?"

The doctor could see the struggle within John and he knew that he was close to getting an honest answer from him. He'd been in this business long enough to recognize the symptoms, the hesitations, the sudden bouts of quiet that meant the patient was genuinely thinking about his or her next answer.

"Well," John continued to hesitate, but soon that hesitation gave way and he answered the doctor's question. "I'm not trying to get into any woman's panties, doctor. I want to get into my bosses pants and see what kind of equipment he has down there. I've always had a tendency to be bisexual, but my wife doesn't know that, and I've always wondered if it's true about black men and their cocks. Are they really bigger and better?"

Dr. Gosman was slightly taken aback. He hadn't expected that answer. Every now and then a patient would surprise him, and this was certainly one of those moments.

"Have you been with other men in the past?" he asked.

"Yes, many times, but my wife doesn't know about it."

"And how have you managed to hide it from here all these years?"

"I only act on my feelings for a cock when I'm out of town on business, and never here at home. Too many people around town know me and I don't want it to get back to DeeDee that I'm sucking some strange man's cock. I don't know if she'd be able to handle it."

"Have you ever sucked a black cock, John?"

"Never!"

"Why not?"

"Because of my feelings for black people. I've already told you how I feel about them."

"Yes, you have. But, I'm wondering if you don't have a secret fantasy to suck a black cock every now and then."

Now John's face blushed a bright red.

"So! I'm right! You have fantasized about sucking a black cock?"

"Yes."

"Tell me why?"

"Whenever the women get to talking at work about how well-endowed the boss is I find my mind wondering. I catch myself actually staring at his crotch when he walks past my desk, wondering if it's really as big as they claim it is. I wonder, is it cut or covered with foreskin. I fantasize about putting my hands around it and then taking it into my mouth and sucking on it until he shoots his load into my mouth and down my throat."

As John was talking about his dreams, the doctor noticed that his breathing had increased and that there was now a prominent bulge in his pants, as his cock got harder while he spoke. Hell, Dr. Gosman was even getting a hard on listening to this man's revelations.

"John."

"Yes."

"I'm going to put you into a deeper trance and then I'm going to give you a key word that only I will use when we're together in our appointments. You'll remember that word and instantly go into a deep trance and will only hear my voice and you'll listen to only me and do anything that I tell you to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Ok, your key word is going to be 'trek' and once I say it again, you'll go deeper into your trance and stay that way until I tell you what you have to do. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Ok. Trek."

John leaned back against the sofa, appearing to go into a deeper *****.

Dr. Gosman got up from the chair and went to his desk, where he picked up his phone, dialed an extension, and said only one word into the instrument. About 5 minutes later there was a knock on the inner office door, from the other side of the room. This was not the reception room door, but the one leading to the back of the building.

When he opened the door the janitor stood there, in a trance of his own. He, the janitor, entered the room and stood there while the doctor closed and locked the door.

"Ok, Eddy. I told you that I'd call you again sometime. Now is that time. Do you remember what I told you we'd do, when I did finally call you?"

"Yes sir," Eddy answered.

"And just what are your instructions?"

"I'm to come to your office, where you'll let me in. Once I'm in the room I am to get undressed and do whatever you tell me to do."

"Good. Now get undressed and wait here until I call you again."

Dr. Gosman watched as Eddy began to take his clothes off. First his shoes, then his shirt, followed by his pants, socks and finally his shorts. The man that stood in front of him was a well built man of 79, well, almost 80. He took care of his body and there was hardly any fat to be seen anywhere on his black frame. Between his legs hung perhaps the largest example of black cock the doctor had ever seen. He knew from past experience that Eddy's cock was now at 8 inches, soft. When he got hard it measured to almost 12 inches and was very uncut, with a lot of excess skin hanging off the tip of his cock head. He had used Eddy in the past with his patients and he had been well rewarded by what he'd seen in the past. His patients had enjoyed their interaction with Eddy and no one had complained one bit.

Why would they? They could vividly remember everything that had happened but due to his ******** suggestions, they were unable to openly talk about it to anyone. They could remember every lurid detail of what had happened to them, both male and female, but once they tried to voice their thoughts about what had happened their minds would instantly go blank and they'd act as if they'd lost their train of thought. In all actuality though, they couldn't forget what had happened, they just couldn't discuss it with anyone but himself.

The doctor went to the sofa, sat next to John, and explained to him what would happen. Then he planted the suggestion that, while he'd remember everything that happened in this office, he would be unable to talk to anyone about it. If he tried to tell his thoughts to anyone, he would instantly forget what he was going to say, though the images would be clearly in his mind for the rest of his life.

"Do you understand all of that, John?"

"Yes," came the only reply that was available to the man.

"Good. Now, I want you to get up and get undressed, fold your clothes and place them on the chair to your right and then sit back on the sofa."

He watched as John got up and began to disrobe. He watched from his seat as John took off his shirt, then his shoes, pants and finally his shorts. He was amazed to see that John was well endowed with a large cock. Though not as large as Eddy, it was still impressive and he gauged that it was at least 9 to 10 inches when hard. He also noticed that his cock was also uncut, with an excess of skin covering the cock head.

John sat again on the sofa and the doctor called Eddy into the room.

"John? Do you see the black man standing at the other end of the room?"

"Yes, I do."

"Tell me what you see."

"You have an older black man here in your office. He's just standing there, without anything on. His cock seems to be quite large and I can see that he's uncut, like me."

"Good. Now then, John, tell me what you'd like to do next."

"I want to put my hands on that cock and suck on it until he shoots his load into my mouth."

"Are you sure that's what you really want to do?"

"Yes!"

The tone of John's voice left little to the imagination that he was telling the doctor his true feelings. John really wanted to suck that black cock and feel it shooting into his mouth and down his throat."

"Ok, John. I'm going to tell him to come over and then you can do whatever you want to."

Dr. Gosman called Eddy over and instructed him to stand in front of John and to enjoy what was to happen. After all, the doctor wanted all his patients to enjoy themselves, and if it meant that someone wanted to fuck or suck in his office, then who was he to deny them? Besides, he enjoyed a good show when he watched one, and he knew he was about to witness a good show between John and Eddy.

Eddy moved across the room until he stood in front of John, his cock getting harder as he got closer to the white man. He'd had plenty of white people suck his cock, both men and women, and he never got tired of having people pay attention to his endowment. He loved the attention and he know, that at almost 80 years old, he'd never get too many chances to enjoy something like this again.

John had never seen a man so black before. This man was charcoal black, including his cock, and his white hand stood out in stark contrast against that black skin. He reached out and grabbed the semi-hard cock in front of him, pulling the foreskin down, exposing the pinkish cock head, which glistened with the juices his skin produced, which accounted for the ability to jerk the skin back and forth so easily. He should know, since he was also uncut and had jerked off many times without any use of lubricant.

He watched as the pinkish head appeared and disappeared, as the skin covered and uncovered it. It had been almost 2 years since he'd enjoyed a cock to play with and to suck on, and he was going to enjoy this one. The thrill of this being a black cock only excited him more. He'd never even thought to actually touching a black cock, much less actually getting to suck on one, but right here, right now, he was getting his fantasy to come true. He held the cock in his hands, like he'd always wanted to do, and as he held on to it, he lowered his head and placed his lips on that black piece of uncut meat, tasting his first black cock. The taste reminded him of why he liked to suck cock. It was the true taste of a man that he longed for, and sucking a cock was the only way to get it. He marveled at the texture of the black skin. The cock was extremely hard, but yet his cock skin felt like velvet to him. The smoothness startled him and he just soaked up the feeling, never wanting to let it go.

Lowering his head, and opening his mouth at the same time, he engulfed the cock head and took it deep into his mouth, feeling it strike the back of his throat. He'd never had a cock this big in his mouth before, but he wanted to get as much into his mouth as he could. He'd sucked cocks for well over 20 years now, and had learned a lot of methods that would allow him to take a cock into his throat. He employed one such method now. He held his breath, pulled his head back, stretching his throat to a straighter line, and pushed forward. Slowly he felt the huge cock go further into his throat and once his nose bumped into the bristly hair at the base, he knew he's accomplished what he wanted. He had the entire length of the black cock embedded in his throat and once that happened he started pumping his head back and forth, building up the friction within with his mouth, knowing that he'd be able to feel the cum as it shot down his throat and into his stomach. He knew that he'd not get a taste of it this first time, but somehow he realized that there would be other chances to get the taste of this black man's cum. First though, he wanted to suck this wonderful cock and to be satisfied with knowing that he'd gotten him to shoot his load by only using his mouth and tongue.

The two men were so engaged with each other that they never noticed that Dr. Gosman had disrobed and was now just a naked as they were. His 6 inch, uncut cock, was standing at attention while he jerked off to the sight in front of him. Then he got on his knees and crawled between the two men and took John's cock into his mouth.

Like the two men in the room with him, his desires were for cock, as well as pussy, and he never failed to take advantage of a situation such as this. He loved sucking a cock as much as watching another man, or woman, suck a cock. He didn't consider himself either straight or bi, just overly sexed and always wanting more, regardless of the sex of the patient.

The doctor sucked John's uncut cock until he emptied his load and then he pulled off, sucking the excess skin and licking all the cum off it. Then he lowered to the patient's balls and licked on them for a while, getting what little bit of cum had missed his mouth the first time. Once he was done he got up, dressed again, and continued to watch the spectacle in front of him.

Eddy enjoyed having someone suck on his cock. He always had, too. Since he'd never been married he'd had to take whatever he could get, whenever he could get it. His arrangement with Dr. Gosman had been a welcome one. While he didn't really like the thought of being **********, he didn't object too much one the doctor had told him what would be happening. He even insisted that the doctor implant in his memory the same one he used on his patients, that he distinctly remember everything that happened. Hell, not that he'd ever discuss it with anyone, but that way he could always jack off to the many memories, knowing that he'd never be able to tell anyone what he was thinking. Perhaps, to him, that was the best part. He could clearly remember every encounter of the past 5 years, and they were

John was beginning to like the feel of the black cock deep in his throat and he used those muscles to get a grip on the piece of meat and work them as much as he could, trying his best to get the old man to shoot his load.

Meanwhile, as he stood there, his cock embedded in that white mouth, Eddy relived some of his prior experiences with Dr. Gosman's other patients, both black and white, male and female. He clearly remembered his first piece of white pussy.

The woman had been widowed for almost 10 years and found it difficult to accomplish an orgasm, even though she masturbated regularly. She'd never taken another man to her bed, ashamed that she would dishonor the memory of her husband. She'd come to the doctor to try ********, hoping that she'd be able to get over her hang ups, but in the end had been unable to. The memories of her husband were just too much for her and even the ******** that Dr. Gosman used was unable to over come her fears. In the end he'd gotten Eddy to fuck her while she was still under and had given her the same instructions, that she'd always remember what had happened. He felt that she used those visions like he did, while she fingered her pussy and came by herself. He'd never seen the woman again after that.

Before he had time to think about other encounters, he found himself ready to unload his cum. Try as the could though, he was unable to stop himself and his load felt like it was coming from the tips of his toes, as he had the most powerful shooting experience he'd had in a long time. He just knew that the man's head would jerk back, so powerful was that shot, but John impressed Eddy by keeping his cock in his throat while he continued to work on it.

The first blast took John by surprise. Over the years he'd gotten to know when a man was going to unload on him, but this time he was caught by surprise. The first indication he had was when he actually felt the first blast erupt into his throat, and what a blast it was, too! One of the most powerful he'd felt in ages and each eruption after that was less and less powerful until, finally it stopped and he was able to pull the huge cock out of his mouth and lick and suck on the man's balls until he was sure the older man was finished. Then he took the excess skin into his mouth and stabbed his tongue between that skin and the cock head, laving his tongue all around the inside, licking up what juices lingered, until he was sure there was no more to be had.

He pulled the spent cock out of his mouth, still gripping it with both hands, jerking it, hoping for more juices. When he realized that no more was forth coming he released the cock and leaned back into the soft, satisfied with what he'd done. He leaned back into the sofa, closed his eyes, and relived the event in his mind.

He was taken completely by surprised when he felt a mouth on his own cock, opening his eyes to see that the black man hand knelt down and now had his cock in his mouth. The warmth of that mouth felt good and he wanted to keep his cock there forever. He watched as the black man took his complete length into his mouth, and could feel his teeth working on his foreskin, then felt the man's tongue slip between his cock head and the loose skin. He knew that in a minute or two his cock would be at rock hard attention and that he's be unable to keep from blowing his load into that mouth.

Eddy loved to suck cock, almost as much as he loved having his cock sucked and, while the white man wasn't quite as large as he was, the cock felt good in his mouth and he used ever technique he knew to get the man to unload his cum. He didn't know that the good doctor had already gotten John to empty his balls already, but that didn't stop him from trying.

He bobbed his head up and down, taking the full length into his mouth on each down stroke, feeling it scrape against his throat with each lunge. He could feel the skin retract with each down stroke, as well, and he enjoyed the feeling that the skin made on the back of his throat with each up stroke.

After about 10 minutes of sucking he was rewarded with a small amount of cum, not as much as he'd expected, but it was enough to satisfy him, so he concentrated on getting every drop and then licked the cock clean. Once he was done he got up and crossed the room, retrieved his clothing, got dressed, and then left the way he'd entered, through the back door.

"Once Eddy was finished with John he got dressed and left, as he'd been instructed to do. I knew that he'd be back tomorrow though, because I'd already told him that I had an appointment with the man's wife at the same time, so I knew he'd be expecting my call. John represents a change to get a couple to compete with each other over one man's cock. While I have no doubt that John still has some strong feelings about being around blacks, I feel that his memories will temper those feelings. I know he'll have a hard time reconciling his feelings for the flashbacks and memories he'll carry when he leaves the office, but in the end I think he'll be a better person for it all. I can hardly wait to get his wife in here tomorrow and see what happens then. After that, my meeting with both of them at the same time, should produce some startling revelations for both of them."

Dr. Gosman finished his entry and leaned back in his chair. John had been gone for almost an hour and the feeling of what had transpired was still fresh in his mind, as well as the taste of his cock on his taste buds.

"Yes," he said out loud, "tomorrow is going to be something else."

While DeeDee Wilson sat in the waiting room Dr. Gosman re-read her files, which were spread out on his desktop. Occasionally he would reference the files from her husband's, John, office visit the previous day.

DeeDee also had problems dealing with black people. It seems that it originated in her earlier years, just about the time her ****** died and her ****** had to take the responsibility of raising her by herself.

From what he was reading, DeeDee's ****** had died in a hunting accident and her ****** had to hire outside family in order to harvest the crops that year. All she'd been able to hire were some 8 or 9 black men, who readily harvested the corps and then waited to be paid for their efforts. Once they had been paid one of the men had demanded more pay, saying that the woman had promised them more then they received. DeeDee had been 15 at the time, so he was quite certain that her memories of the event were as accurate as they could be, considering the trauma she'd suffered just after that demand.

It seems that once the men realized their demands weren't going to be met, they broke into the house and proceeded to rampage through the dwelling, taking what they wanted, after they'd tied up the two women. At one time DeeDee's mama had to be gagged, as well as herself, too, when the men could no longer put up with her shouting obscenities at them. They just wanted her to be quite while they got what they 'deserved' for helping her with the crops.

It was sometime later that the 'leader' of the group decided that what was at the house wasn't enough to settle this debt and he proceeded to untie with older woman and then ****** her to the floor, in front of DeeDee, and raped her. It didn't take too much from the other men to get excited at the scene and once the first one was finished they took turns with her, using every available hole, to ***** themselves upon her.

DeeDee had been ****** to watch as her ****** was fucked by each of the black men, then she was ****** to suck them all off and at times she had three of them at once, one in her pussy, one in her ass, and sucking off another one. They all took 'turns' with her mama and once they finished they all started over again. It wasn't long before her mama was asking the men to fuck her again.

Little did they know that the woman had formed a plan while all this was going on. Once it was time for the ring leader to assault her mouth with his cock she opened her mouth, begging to let her suck him one more time, which he readily agreed to do. None of the men knew it, but the woman had kept a very sharp carving knife just under the corner of the well-worn carpet, in case she ever needed to find a weapon that no one suspected would be there. She had already retrieved the knife and hid it under her body, where no one could see it. Once the black man got close enough to her, she grabbed his limp, coal black, cock and took it into mouth once again. After giving it a few quick licks and sucks she bit down as hard as she could, completely severing the head of his cock, which she promptly spit out, drawing the knife from beneath her and, in one quick upward motion, stuck it right between the man's balls, driving it deep into the lower part of his body.

At first the black man couldn't believe what had happened. The bitch had bitten him! He still didn't realize that his cock head was now gone, and while in a state of shock didn't feel the knife enter his body.

Then the pain hit him like a ton of bricks.

He screamed, grabbed his balls, with the knife still stuck in him, and fell to the floor. ***** was spouting all over the floor before any of his friends realized what had happened.

One of them had already untied DeeDee and was busy ****** her when it all happened and he was stunned to hear his buddy scream like a stuck pig. His cock deflated immediately and he turned to see what had happened.

What he saw was his best friend on the floor, ***** spreading in a growing circle around the man's loins. His other buddies had already grabbed the older woman and punched her in the face, ***** and broken teeth scattering across the floor.

"Ok, BITCH!! Now you die!"

While one of the men grabbed her and held her in front of him, the remaining men took turns punching her, in her stomach, her chest, her face, wherever they could land blows. One of them pulled out a switchblade and sliced off her nipples, listening to her scream with each cut. After they fed her her own nipples another man took the blade and rammed it into her chest, stabbing her in the heart and killing her.

All DeeDee could do was scream at the sight.

She fought her way to her feet and began to beat her fists on the back of the man in front of her.

The man simply twisted around and slapped her in the face. The ***** of the blow sent her across the room, where she smacked her head against the wall and was knocked ***********.

The men tried to do what they could for their stabbed friend, but it was already too late, he'd **** out and was laying lifeless on the floor in front of them.

One of them kicked the body of the dead woman and cursed her, then they all turned their attention to the *********** girl across the floor.

"What we gonna do wit this one?" one of them asked.

"Don know," came the reply.

"I's says we do way wit her, like we done to her mama and scram."

"We's gotta do somethin though. To let dis chile know what gonna happen if she talks to anyone."

"Like what?"

The one who wanted to do something took the switchblade off the floor and walked over to her. He sank to his knees and ripped off what was left of her blouse, exposing her bare tits.

"She sure has a lot a tits for a girl her age," he told his buddies.

They all nodded in agreement. They'd never seen a white girl with titties so big. Only big titties they'd ever seen had been on black women, usually mamas or aunts.

With one quick movement of the blade, the nipple of the left breast was cleanly removed and placed in her hand, which was then closed around it, holding onto the severed nipple like it was a treasured gift. Then he took her blouse, put it in her other hand, and pressed it to the spot where her nipple once was. After all, he didn't want her to ***** to death.

"She'll know what that means when she sees it. It'll keep her quiet."

"You sure," asked the youngest of the group.

"Yeah. I's sure."

The all talked for a few minutes and agreed to clean the house as best they could and to take their friend's body with them. They didn't want to be connected to any of the events that happened here. When the police arrived, and they would, they wanted it to look like a random robbery. The police would figure that the woman had been raped and then killed and her ******** ********* as a random act of butchery.

They all took a final look and left the house.

DeeDee never saw them again after that day, but she carried a permanent reminder of the event and, like the black man had thought at the time, it assured her silence.

Until she was much older and was about to get married.

The only other person she'd ever told of the incident had been her husband, and then it wasn't until a day before their wedding that she'd told him. She felt he should know why his wife was disfigured the way she was and, to her surprise, John had taken the news better then she'd expected. It made her love him much more then she already did.

Until today, when she had written it down on her forms, she'd never told another soul about the incident.

"Well, that explains a lot," Dr. Gosman thought to himself. "Now I know why she has feelings of justified hate towards black men in general. Well, I think I know how to go ahead with this."

He got on his phone and called Eddy to his office.

Fifteen minutes later the plan was in place and Eddy stood in the other room, behind the closed door and recently installed two-way window, and waited for the doctor to make the next move.

* * * *

DeeDee sat in the waiting room for what seemed like an hour.

The secretary had already left, explaining that she had an appointment to keep and that the doctor would be with her as soon as he finished reading her files.

Looking at her watch, DeeDee could see that the young lady had left almost 20 minutes ago. She was beginning to get impatient with the waiting and wanted to get this over. As she looked at her watch a second time, the inner office door opened and Dr. Gosman appeared.

"Welcome, Mrs. Wilson. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting so long, but I had to review your files, as well as those of your husband, to make sure I was properly prepared for our appointment today." He ushered her into his office, offering the comfortable seat on the sofa against the wall behind the door, and then excused himself, "I'll be right back. Since my secretary had to leave early I want to make sure the door is locked, so that we're not interrupted."

In a flash he was gone and she could hear him clicking the lock into place, before he returned to the office, closed and locked the inner door, and then sat on a seat directly in front of her.

"Now, Mrs Wilson, I'm so glad you were able to make it today. I had an interesting session with John yesterday and, while I obviously can go into details with you, I want you to know that anything that's said or done in this office remains here. I strictly adhere to the doctor/patient policy and your secrets will remain your secrets. Nothing that is said in here, or written in my files, will ever be shared with anyone else."

"Thank you, doctor. I appreciate it."

"Are you nervous, Mrs. Wilson?"

"Please, doctor, call me DeeDee. All my friend do, and since I'm here for your counseling, I think it would be ok for you to use my first name."

"Thank you, DeeDee. Would you prefer to call me doctor, or use my first name?"

"I think I'll stick to doctor, if you don't mind."

"Of course. It's no problem at all. Whatever makes you the most comfortable. After all, we're here for your benefit, not mine." In his mind a smile creeped across his face, but outwardly he remained as emotionless as he professionally could.

"Now, DeeDee, did John tell you anything about his appointment yesterday?"

"Only that he thought it went well and that he felt better afterwards."

"Is that all?"

DeeDee was quiet for a few minutes.

"Well, it seemed like he wanted to tell me more, but he easily distracted, and we got to talking about other things and the subject didn't come up again."

"Good."

"I was hoping he would give me some insight as to what to expect, but he swore that he couldn't remember a lot about his session. He did tell me that he felt better though, and I guess that was something of an improvement for him, so I let it drop."

"Ok. John didn't tell you then that I used ******** on him."

"No. He didn't."

Gosman could tell that she appeared nervous, so he asked her about it, "Does that bother you, DeeDee?"

Silence.

DeeDee was thinking and he could tell by the way she rolled her eyes that she was really thinking about the question.

"If it bothers you, please let me know."

"I've never been ********** before," she finally answered.

"Are you afraid?"

"A little bit."

"Well, let me assure you that you will not do anything you normally wouldn't do. You have to be open-minded with all this, and you have to trust me, as well."

"And you say John let you ********* him?"

"Yes, he did."

DeeDee thought about it. John seemed ok to her after he got home last night. Sure, he was distracted a bit, but he was always like that whenever he did something for the first time. And he hadn't seemed to have been bothered with it at all.

"Ok, doctor. You can ********* me, too."

"Very well, DeeDee.

"Now, I'm going to put you in a mild trance to get started. You'll be fine and I'll be as gentle as I can."

"Thank you."

"Ok, now I want you to lie back against the sofa and get comfortable. When you're ready let me know and we'll begin."

After snuggling into the back of the sofa she let the doctor know she was ready. "Good. Now listen to the sound of my voice. My voice is all you can hear...........

In just under two minutes, DeeDee was fully under his control.

"Now DeeDee, I'm going to give you a word that you'll immediately remember whenever I tell it to you. When you hear that word you'll go into a deeper trance and will listen to only me. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. Your keyword is going to be 'tomorrow'."

"Tomorrow," DeeDee repeated.

"That's right. Once you hear me, and only me, say that word, you'll go into a deeper trance and listen to everything I have to tell you. Understood?"

DeeDee nodded in response.

"Tomorrow," Gosman said.

DeeDee instantly slumped further into the back of the sofa, relaxing more and looking like she was trying to melt into the back of the sofa.

"Now, DeeDee, you're going to listen very closely to what I'm about to tell you and you'll never forget it. You will be able to remember everything that happens in this office today. You'll have a startlingly clear memory of all the events. You will not, though, be able to talk about them. You'll see every action clearly in your mind, but whenever you try to talk about those events, you'll lose your train of thought and go on to another subject. If you husband should ask him about your session you can tell him anything you want to about the things we discuss regarding your therapy, but you will still be unable to tell him the thoughts you really want to. Do you understand these instructions?"

"Yes."

"I need to ask you some questions and you'll answer them honestly."

"Honestly," she mumbled.

"Yes. Honestly. You'll have to be completely truthful with me and answer each question I give you.

"First, do you like sex?"

"Yes."

"Does John satisfy you sexually?"

"Yes."

"Honestly now, DeeDee."

He could see a struggle on her face.

"Does John satisfy you sexually?" he asked again.

"In some ways yes, in other ways, no."

"How does he satisfy you?"

"He's great in bed, but he won't use his mouth on me and refuses to let me use my mouth on him, too."

"Does that bother you?"

"Yes, it does. I love to have my body licked."

"What part of your body, DeeDee?"

"Between my legs."

"What's between your legs, DeeDee?"

"My private place."

"Come on, DeeDee. You're in your middle 60's. Surely you know what that part of your body's called."

"My vagina," she finally answered.

"Yes. Your vagina. Do you know what else it's called?"

"Yes."

"Then say it, DeeDee."

Hesitation again.

"It's not proper."

"It is when we're alone in my office, DeeDee. Go ahead, say it."

"Pussy!" she finally answered.

"See! That wasn't so bad, was it?"

She shook her head, "No."

"I want to take his penis in my mouth and suck on it."

"His what?"

"His penis!"

"You know that's not the word I want to hear, don't you?"

"Yes."

"So tell me what it is you'd like to suck."

"His cock!"

"Thank you, dear. Continue."

"I want him to suck on my ......." a slight hesitation on her part........"......pussy!"

"Tell me, DeeDee. Are you getting warm in here?"

"Yes, I am."

"You'd feel more comfortable if you got out of your clothes, wouldn't you?"

"I believe I would, doctor. Would you mind?"

"Of course not, DeeDee. I want you to be comfortable while you're here and if that means you want to get naked, then please do. I promise you I won't object at all. With that, DeeDee began to remove her clothing. First she took off her shoes, then her stockings (She wore the knee-high nylons popular with women of her age), the dress she wore. It buttoned down the front, so it was easy to remove. Then she sat there in just her underwear, panties and bra.

"Go ahead, DeeDee, take it all off."

She slid her panties down her bottom, lifted herself up and then eased them down her legs and finally kicked them off completely.

"Now, your bra."

"Do I have to?" she asked, somewhat embarrassed.

"Yes. You have to."

She hesitated yet again. Then she reached to the clasp between her breasts and undid it, pulling it off her shoulders and from behind her, then tossed it on the floor with her panties and other clothing. She immediately covered her breasts with her hands.

"Why are you embarrassed?" he asked.

"I've never been comfortable exposing myself to anyone. Other than John, that is."

"And why is that?"

"Because of what happened when I was 15," she answered.

"I know what happened to you back then, DeeDee. It's all in your files. You can be sure that I won't think bad of you because of it. You were a ***** and were unable to do anything. It wasn't you fault."

"I know."

After a few minutes she did lower her hands, exposing her ample breasts. He immediately noticed that her left breast didn't have a nipple. He could tell she was still embarrassed. "Don't be embarrassed," he again emphasized. You're just fine and you've nothing to worry about."

"If John were here right now, what would you like to have him do to you?"

"I'd love to get him to use his mouth on my pussy," no hesitation this time.

"Have you ever had your pussy licked?"

"No."

"But you want it done, right?"

"Yes!"

"Ok. DeeDee, I'm going to help you here."

"How?"

"Close your eyes, DeeDee."

She did.

"Now, when you open them again, you're going to see your husband, standing naked in front of you. You're going to see his hard cock standing in front of your face and you're going to use your mouth on him. Once you get done letting his shoot his load down your throat you're going to beg him to lick our pussy until you cum in his mouth. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

Dr. Gosman stood up and quickly undressed. He folded his clothing across the back of his chair. He realized that Eddy was watching what was going on from the next room, but he didn't care at all. This was just the first step in his plan and, for that plan to succeed, he had to take on the role of her husband, John. She had to believe she was sucking on John's cock and then letting his eat her out.

"Ok, DeeDee. You can open your eyes now."

As soon as she did, she recognized her husband and then focused on the hard cock directly in front of her face. He may not have been the biggest cock she'd ever seen (and she had seen pictures of bigger ones), but it was the only cock she was familiar with and she craved to suck on it, as she was going to do now.

Dr. Gosman stood there and watched as his patient grabbed his 6 inch, uncut cock and pulled it into her mouth, which was hot and wet, and sucking on him as soon as she'd gotten it into her mouth. He didn't say a word as she used her tongue to swirl around his cock head and then eased her tongue between his cock head and his foreskin. Good thing her husband was also uncut.

He stood there and let her do what she wanted. For someone who had never had oral sex before, he was surprised at just how good she actually was.

"I guess she's imagined this for a long time," he thought.

He cleared his mind though and let her continue to use her mouth on him. He watched as she began to bob her head up and down on his cock, watching as she thrust down, taking him entirely into her mouth, sucking with everything she had. She smoothed her tongue around his cock head, licking into his hole, almost like she was drilling for oil, but getting ready to take his hot load of cum instead. It wasn't too long until she got just was she was hungering for, his load. The first shot felt like it was coming from the bottom of his feet, it felt that good. Much better then the last blow job he'd had.

As she sucked his cum he watched and could see small rivulets stream out of the corners of her mouth, but she continued to suck until he had no more to give her. When she finished she used her hands to gather what had dribbled down her chin and then licked it all up. Only when she finished did she lean back into the sofa, a smile on her face. "Was that as good and you imagined it would be, dear?"
"Yes, John, it was. Thank you so much for letting me do that for you."

Continuing his charade as John, he replied, "I'm glad you liked it, dear. Don't know why I didn't let you do that a long time ago."

"Neither do I," she answered.

DeeDee closed her eyes and settled back into the sofa, a broad smile on her face. She would always remember this first time sucking off her husband.

"DeeDee," she heard a voice again. Not John this time, but Dr. Gosman.

"Yes," she answered dreamily.

"Did you enjoy your first blow job?"

"Very much."

"Tell me. What do you want to happen next?"

"John told me he would use his mouth on my pussy. Is he?"

"Yes, he is. All you have to do is lay there. Keep your eyes closed and enjoy it."

As he spoke to DeeDee, Dr. Gosman was busy getting dressed again. Now it was time to implement this part of the plan.

"DeeDee?"

"Yes."

"I want you to spread your legs as wide as you can get them. I want you to looking inviting to John, so he can get deep into your pussy with his tongue and make you feel good."

He watched as DeeDee did exactly as she'd been asked. She spread her legs towards the opposite ends of the soft, actually using her hands and arms to open herself as wide as possible.

He motioned towards the two-way glass, indicating to Eddy it was now time for him to do his part of the plan.

Eddy opened the door and for a moment took in the site of the elderly white woman spread eagled on the sofa before him. White pussy had always been his favorite and he was going to enjoy eating this one out, especially since she had no idea that it was actually a black man doing it to her, and not her dear husband. Yes, he was going to enjoy this very much.

Gingerly he crossed the room and knelt down before this white pussy, gauging his distance quickly and getting into the proper place and position. Then, checking with Dr. Gosman, he lowered his head toward that gaping hole and slowly ran his extended tongue up the entire length of that gash, enjoying his first taste of white pussy in almost 2 years.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAuuuuuuuuuuuggggggggggggggggggg........." came the noise from DeeDee's mouth."

All she'd ever done was imagine how it would feel once John finally got his tongue into her. It was everything she'd dreamed of. It felt wonderful to finally feel something like that on her most private of places. Her pussy! John was actually using his mouth and tongue on her pussy!!

While she lie there, she could almost feel every inch of her husband's tongue and it once again moved from bottom to top of her slit, moving inside her, lapping at her clitoris, moving further into her hole and sucking at her juices, drawing them into his mouth. She could almost picture those juices as they slipped over his tongue and down his throat. It seemed like she was watching a movie, with the point of view coming from inside his mouth, and she was watching as his tongue extended further from his mouth and dug deeper into her pink, wet insides.

"SSSSSSSSSSSSSSooooooooooooooooooooo GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDD!!!" she hollered into the room, almost at the top of her voice. The pleasure she was feeling was so intense she thought she'd faint dead away.

Dr. Gosman watched from his vantage point as Eddy once more pried her outer lips apart with his tongue, driving deeper into her pussy and pulling out all the juices that tongue could gather. He watched as the black man licked and sucked on those outer lips, licking the nectar from them, using his black hands to further open the white pussy bared in front of his mouth. At one time he watched as Eddy sucked DeeDee's clitoris into his mouth and he could tell that Eddy was sucking her clit and lavishing it with his tongue, triggering an orgasm from deep inside her body.

"DeeDee," she heard the voice of Dr. Gosman. "What was he doing here while John was eating her pussy?"

"DeeDee?"

A question this time.

"Can you hear me, DeeDee?"

Between gasps of breath, she answered him, "Yes, I can hear you, doctor."

"Good.

"When I tell you to, I want you to open your eyes and look down between your legs." "Ok." She already knew in her mind what she would see.

John.

Eating her pussy.

"DeeDee," the doctor said again, "When I count to three, you'll open your eyes and look down between your legs," he told her again.

"One,

"Two,

"Three!"

On the count of three, DeeDee did open her eyes. For the moment it took for her eyes to adjust to the lighting, she stared at the head between her legs.

"What was a head of black hair doing between her legs?" she wondered. John was almost bald!

Then Eddy looked up at her......................and smiled!

She almost passed out right then.

A black man was between her legs, and he was smiling at her!

Then that black head disappeared once more between her legs and she felt his mouth working on her pussy!

She tried to close her legs, but the man held them open and continued his assault on her gaping pussy, licking her and making her cum into his mouth.

She tried in vain to close her legs again, but he was too strong for her.

Then she began to feel the effects his tongue and mouth were having on her hot, wet, hole. She tried to resist those feelings, but soon had to admit, even to herself, that his tongue and mouth felt quite good between her pussy lips.

Gradually she started to spread her legs apart once more, to the point where Eddy didn't have to hold them open any more. She was quite willing to let him continue with his oral assault on her body. She was enjoying this too much to get him to stop.

Part of her was still ashamed to admit that it was a black man using his mouth on her, but a part of her also didn't want him to stop, either.

"DeeDee," came the doctor's voice again.

"Yes," she answered.

"Do you really want to feel something good?"

"Yes," she answered again.

"I think you know what I'm referring to. Don't you?"

"I think so."

"What is it?"

"I want him to put his cock in me now!"

"Are you sure?"

Hesitation. Not as long as it was earlier in the appointment, but it was there just the same.

"DeeDee? Do you want this black man to fuck you with his black cock?"

"Yes. But................"

"But what," Dr. Gosman asked.

"I want to see it first."

"See what?"

"I want to see that black cock, doctor."

"And what will you do when you see it, DeeDee?"

"I'm.....I'm.....not sure."

"I know better than that, DeeDee. You'll want to suck that black cock, won't you?" "P....P....probably."

"So, tell me. Will you want to suck that BLACK, UNCUT, COCK?"

"YES!" she practically screamed at him.

"Good.................."

Eddy stood up, revealing is lower body to DeeDee for the first time.

What she saw amazed her.

Sure, she'd seen pictures of big cocks before. After all, she did have Internet access and had gone to plenty of sites where she could look at pictures, but she'd never actually seen a cock this big before.

And soooooooooooooooo Black!

The man was as close to coal black as she'd ever seen and his cock was the same way. She did notice a small pinkish spot at the end of his cock though, and soon realized that it was his cock head, which was hidden by the large amount of foreskin that covered it. John had a lot of skin covering his cock head, too, but this man's skin made John's seem like a small amount.

She reached out and grabbed his cock, amazed at just how good it felt to hold in her little, white hand. For something so hard, it felt almost velvet-like with its softness. She played with that skin, pulling it up and down over his cock head, and she could see his cock head as it was fully exposed to her for the first time. Compared to his cock the head was rather small and rounded and she knew that she'd love to feel it in her mouth, so she wasted no time in doing just that.

She leaned forward and encased the cock head, exposed, with her mouth and ran her tongue over the know, poking it between the skin and the cock head itself. The man's taste was quite different from John. He had a smell of soap and cleanliness about him, so she guessed that he'd recently showered.

Not wanting to dwell on this cock too long, she sucked as much as she could into her mouth. While she was enjoying sucking on this black shaft, what she really wanted to do was feel it in her pussy. Her husbands cock was as large that this one, and she wanted to know if she could get it all inside her. He just had to know. She'd worry about the conquences later. Those conquences being how was she going to explain to her husband how her pussy was suddenly too big for him?

"Would it really stretch me open to wide?" she thought to herself.

She'd worry about that later. Right now all that mattered was that huge, black cock standing at attention in front of her, craving her attention. She wanted to shower all her attention to that cock and to feel it between her legs.

With that thought fresh in her mind, she lay back into the sofa once more and looking Eddy right in the face.

"Fuck me, black man."

Eddy dipped his fingers into her pussy, gathered some of her abundant juices, and applied them to his cock, which he then started to rub against the open hole of her pussy.

"Are you sure, white woman?" he asked.

"Yessssssssssssssssssssssssss," she practically hissed at him.

"Fuck me! Fuck me, NOW!"

Eddy pulled back slightly, just enough to allow his cock head to settle between her outer lips, then he pushed forward, starting to plow his big, black cock into her. He watched her face as he pushed further and further into her, and he liked what he saw on her face. First he saw astonishment. Astonishment that a black man was actually sticking his cock into her white pussy.

Amazement. Amazement that it appeared that it was going to fit into her.

Surprise. Surprise that it did fit nicely into her pussy.

Finally, fulfillment!

The he saw surrender and he knew he'd struck a nerve and that she was really enjoying the feeling of all his cock in her pussy.

She had never been so filled in all her life.

Yes, John was a good husband and an excellent lover. But, this black man filled her in ways she never thought possible.

Part of her was reviled by the fact it was a black cock giving her so much enjoyment. Her ****** would be horrified!

"So what?" she thought. "Mama's not here anymore and I'm a big girl. If I want to fuck a black man, I'll fuck a black man." Her head wasn't exactly in the right place right now. Only later would she think of those thoughts and only then would she remember what she'd really done. She wouldn't be ashamed of the fact that she'd fucked a black man, but just the same, she'd be different in a way that only she would know.

Eddy started to pull out of her, and when only the head remained he battered into her again, until his balls slapped her ass, and then he really got a rhythm going an fucked that white pussy like he'd never get another piece of white ass again.

The whole scene was taken in by Dr. Gosman. He stood at the end of the sofa, watching as Eddy drove into DeeDee with his cock, sinking to his balls with each stroke, clearly enjoying himself.

While standing there, the doctor again opened his pants and withdrew his own cock, stroking himself to the beat Eddy has established with his fucking. Then he knelt on the end of the sofa, presenting his stiff cock to DeeDee and, without even asking, watched at the woman took his hardness into her mouth and sucked him. She established her own rhythm, matching the pace with Eddy as he fucked her. Soon her mouth was working in unison with the fucking her body was getting and in only a short time she got the doctor to again unload his cum into her mouth.

At the same time Eddy was erupting into her pussy.

DeeDee could feel every blast of cum from Eddy's cock, and it wasn't long before she experienced her own orgasm as she was pumped full of a black man's cum. She reached down between her legs and stroked her clit until she caused an orgasm all her own. Then she fell back against the softness of the sofa and smiled.

"DeeDee?"

"Yes, doctor?"

"Did you enjoy that?"

"Very much."

"What did you think of your first black cock, dear?"

"Wasn't anything like I thought it would be."

"How do you mean?"

"I wasn't ashamed to have him fuck me. I actually wanted it to continue." "Would you like to fuck him again, DeeDee?"

"Yes!"

"Well, maybe you can. But, not today."

"Why?"

"Well, DeeDee, you're appointment's almost over and you have to get home to John." "Yes, I do," she replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

Eddy had already left the room to clean up, get dressed, and return to his duties elsewhere in the building. He'd had a good afternoon and already knew that tomorrow would be better.

"DeeDee."

"Yes."

"There a restroom over there," he indicated the far side of the room, "where you can clean yourself up and get dressed. Once you get done come back here and sit on the sofa again so we can talk a little more and end this session."

"Thank you, doctor." She got up, gathered her clothing and went into the bathroom. As she walked across the room he couldn't help but notice a small river of Eddy's cum as it trickled out of her well-fucked pussy and ran down her inner leg.

"Well, this session went quite well. I'm surprised it went as well as it did. I was afraid that by introducing Eddy like that she would object and might even come out of her trance. I'm glad she didn't and that we were able to continue with this session.

"Everything went well with her husband yesterday, just as it went so well with her today.

"I'm going to suggest to her that we postpone the joint appointment tomorrow and set it up for the following day. I have a lot I want to consider and try to come to a way for all of this to work out the way I'd like to see it. I'll let Eddy know of the change of plans, but I'm already sure he won't object at all. After all, the only thing he's really interested is sucking and fucking this white couple. He's already had both of them and I think he is looking forward to getting them both at the same time. I know I am.

"This time I'm going to be a willing participant with all of them. I will join in with the Wilsons and with Eddy as well and we should have one nice little, fucking party. Literally!"

He heard the water shut off in the bathroom and realized that DeeDee was almost finished, so he closed his files and waited her return to the office.

Once she was on the sofa again, he ********** his earlier instructions.

"Ok, DeeDee. You will be able to remember everything that happened in this office today. You'll remember sucking your 'husband' and him sucking you as well. You'll remember your initial shock to seeing a black man eating your pussy and how much you thoroughly enjoyed it. You'll remember how it felt to have that big, black cock in your pussy, while you sucked off our 'husband' as well. BUT....... While you remember all of the events of today, you WILL NOT be able to tell anyone about it! Once you hear me tell you the key word, you will go into a deep trance and will only hear my voice. When you awaken from this session you will 'remember' the therapy session we've already had, so if your husband asks you about how it went, you'll be able to tell him - if you want to. However, and again I stress this, YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO TALK ABOUT ANYTHING ELSE THAT HAPPENED HERE TODAY. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Tomorrow."

Once more DeeDee went into a deeper trance.

"Once I count to three you will wake up and we'll chat for a couple of minutes and then you'll be ready to leave. We'll set up another appointment for you and John, together, and once you two get here the next session will begin and hopefully that will help the two of you to overcome your fears of black people. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good.

"One,

"Two,

"Three...."

DeeDee opened her eyes, looking around the room, almost as if she expected to find someone else in there.

"You ok, DeeDee?"

"I'm fine, doctor. Just surprised that my session's done for today, I guess."

"Well, you know what they say, 'Time flies when you're having fun'."

"I guess you're right. Anyway, I guess I need to get home and get John's dinner ready. We still on for a group session for tomorrow?"

"Well, something's come up, DeeDee, so I'd like to change the appointment for the day after tomorrow, about 1:30 that afternoon. Is that ok with the two of you?"

She thought about it for a moment and then answered, "I'm sure it'll be fine. We don't have anything else planned for the rest of the week, so we'll see you on Thursday at 1:30."

He stood up, crossed the office and unlocked the door, opening it for her. "Good. I'm glad to hear that."

The crossed the outer office and he unlocked that door and opened it for her as well. As she left he told her to have a good evening and that he'd see the two of them on Thursday.

"That went well," he thought to himself, as he re-locked the door and returned to his office. "I can hardly wait for Thursday afternoon."

DeeDee and John sat in the outter office, waiting for their appointment to begin.

Both had been called earlier in the day and notified that their appointment time had been changed to later in the afternoon, almost the beginning of the evening. The receptionist explained that this would be the only time the Doctor would be able to see them this week and could they please be here.

They both talked it over for a few minutes and agreed. The receptionist thanked them, confirmed the time, then hung up.

"They'll be here, Doctor," she told Dr. Grosman.

"Thank you."

Returning to his office, Dr. Grosman sat behind his desk and thought about what was to come later that afternoon. While he'd originally planned to have both of them work with Eddy today, he'd decided that it was time for something different. He looked at the door to the rear of his office and the plan started to form in the back of his mind.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number from memory, speaking to the woman on the other end of the line as soon as she answered.

"Twilight," was all he said, and the silence at the other end of the line confirmed that the woman was indeed in her trance.

"Shearon, you will be here at my office this afternoon sometime between 4 and 4:15. I want you to wear only outter clothing, with nothing on underneath your blouse and skirt. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Doctor."

"Good. Please make sure that your pussy is well shaved and looking nice for your appointment." With that he ended the connection and leaned back in the chair, contemplating what was going to happen later this afternoon.

**********

As DeeDee and John prepared to get their lunches ready, DeeDee had the thought of seducing her husband instead of eating. Her mind lingered on the events that had happened in the doctor's office earlier in the week and just the thought of that big black cock entering her pussy had her already dripping with excitement. Several times, since the appointment, she'd gone to either the bathroom or to her bed and masterbated, the thought of that black cock causing her to climax several times.

Little did she realize that John also fantasized about the black cock he'd sucked off in the doctor's office, too. He would sit on the toilet and jack his own cock, feeling his skin slide up and down over his sensative head until he was ready to shoot his load. On several occasions he'd even caught his load in the palm of his other hand and then licked his hand clean, savoring the taste of his own jizz.

**********

While John stood at the counter, fixing his ham sandwich, he heard a noise behind him and turned around. He expected to see his wife, but he wasn't expecting to find her standing there in all her naked glory, slowly fingering her pussy while he watched her.

"I have something here I think you'd like very much, John. You interested in a little sex before we eat?"

He felt his cock getting hard as he stared at her. He enjoyed watching her use her fingers on herself. In fact, they both enjoyed watching each other manipulate themselves to orgasms.

"Hell yes!"

"Then meet me in the bedroom and we'll get started."

With that said, she turned and left the kitchen, headed towards their bed.

The sandwich was left forgotten on the counter as John followed his wife to their bedroom, steadily taking off his clothes as he went, and by the time he got there he was just as naked as she was and his cock was already at attention, wanting some attention of its own.

As he approached the side of the bed, DeeDee sat up and turned around, sitting on the edge of the bed, and reached for his stiff cock, encircling her fingers around his member and, before he could react, engulfed his skin-covered cock head in her mouth and began to bob up and down. This was the first time she'd ever showed any interest in using her mouth on him and he wasn't about to complain one bit. He'd been wanting her to do this to him for some time, but didn't know how to approach the act without feeling that he was asking her to do something he knew she didn't really want to do.

As he stood there he felt her tongue slide between his skin and his cock head, swirling around and around his head, lingering long enough to stab the tip of her tongue into the piss hole. He shivered with excitement.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.............," was all he could say. The sensation was driving him to the point of shooting his load.

When he tried to pull her off his cock she looked up, into his eyes, and told him to go ahead and shoot into her mouth. He immediately did just that. He stood there, totally amazed, as he watched his wife of 45 years, took every drop of his load, not letting a single drop escape her mouth. She swallowed it all and then licked his cock clean, sucking on his head as though she was trying her best to pull more cum from his balls.

He fell exhausted to the bed and was amazed to feel DeeDee lick his balls, then spread his legs and lick beneath his balls and swab her tongue on that tender piece of skin below his sac.

"Where in the hell did she learn to do that?" he wondered to himself.

He kept his eyes closed though and stayed there, enjoying the moment that he prayed would never end.

He felt the weight on the bed shift about ten minutes later and when he opened his eyes DeeDee was just beginning to straddle his head and, directly above his eyes, he could see her dripping pussy begin to descend to his face.

"Eat me," was all she said.

"What?"

"Eat me."

"Are you sure, DeeDee?"

"EAT ME!" she screamed at him, grinding her pussy down onto his mouth. She also reached between her legs and pulled herself open, exposing the deep pink inside her to his eyes, before she settled on his mouth.

All he could do was just what she wanted him to.

Without any hesitation whatsoever, he stuck his tongue into her hole and began to lick her inner lips. He sucked her juices out of her and then licked her outter lips, returned to her inner passageways, and then concentrated on her enlarged clitoris. Once his tongue fell on the sensative organ, DeeDee began to buck on his face, shouting for him to continue eating her pussy, which he gladly did.

After he's tongued her to four straight orgasms she collapsed on top of him, resting her head next to his flaccid cock, sticking her tongue out and licking on his head, which was sticking out from the protective layer of skin.

When they both had recovered they got to the business of fucking.

DeeDee got on her knees and asked John to fuck her from behind, which he gladly did.

As he thrust his hardness in and out of her wet box she reached between her legs and manipulated her clit, bring herself to several climaxes, all the while begging her husband to fuck her as hard as he could.

"Fill me with your load," she told him, and he gladly did just that.

Once they were finished they again collapsed on the bed, this time with DeeDee on her stomach and John laying on her back, both of them too tired to move for a while.

When they were finally rested a little bit, John rolled off to his side of the bed and DeeDee reached for his cock, pumped it several times, and then took it into her mouth once again and sucked him until he shot another load into her mouth. Again, she swallowed it all.

"What just happeded," he asked his wife.

"Just something I'd wanted to do for a long time. I guess I finally got up the nerve to actually do it."

"Hey," he told her, "I'm not complaining one bit. I enjoyed this very much.

"Did this have anything to do with our therapy sessions with Dr. Grosman?" he asked.

"No," she answered.

Inside though, she knew it was Eddy's black cock she'd been thinking about the whole time John had fucked her.

John had been thinking of Eddy's big black cock, too. He had imagined that it was Eddy sucking on his cock, instead of his wife.

Shearon appeared at the back door to the doctor's office at exactly 4:10, five minutes ahead of schedule. She knocked on the office door, as she usually did, and waited for the doctor to open it for her. He always kept it locked.

"So glad to see you, Shearon."

"Thank you, Dr. Grosman."

"Now, I have an appointment here in my office in the next fifteen minutes and once they get here you will get out of your clothing and wait right here until I call for you. Understand?"

"Yes."

"I'll have Eddy join you in just a few minutes, but I want it known that the two of you are not to do anything with each other. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Eddy will also be naked, but you will each ignore the other, acting as if you're the only person in the room. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now I'll go and wait for my appointment. Eddy will be here in just a few minutes and he already knows what's expected of him, as well."

With the directions clearly outlined to the woman, Dr. Grosman returned to his office and waited for the Wilsons to arrive.

**********

Eddy entered the room about ten minutes later and, while he paid absolutely no attention to the attractive black woman sitting on the opposite side of the room, he completely striped and turned to face the woman, showing his impressive manhood. When he sat on the opposite side of the room, he made sure that his cock was placed to where the woman would be sure to see it.

**********

Shearon, while she sad quitely on the other side of the room, was in an inner hell. She particularly loved huge cocks, especially those with their foreskin still intact, her instructions were to sit here and act as though she was the only person in the room. She tried her best but her pussy betrayed her inner feelings, as her pussy juices began to flow and trickle down her thighs into the fabric of the chair.

**********

"Dr. Grosman, the Wilsons are here."

"Thank you. I'll be out there in just a few minutes."

Before leaving his office though, the doctor made a trip to his back room.

"Shearon, as soon as you hear me call your name you'll come into the room, without your clothing on. Understood?"

"Yes."

"Thank you. Eddy, I'll call for you about thirty minutes later."

"Thank you."

**********

The doctor entered the outter office and approached his two patients.

"Thank you both for agreeing to the change of appointment. I've got to be out of town tomorrow and I wanted to be sure I was able to see both of you before I left.

"John, I'd like to see you in the office first and DeeDee, I'll call for you shortly after that. There are some things I want to discuss with John first and, when it's your turn, I'll sit out here and discuss a few things with you as well. Then we'll get this final session started."

He looked to his secretary and told her that she could leave as soon as he returned to the outer office, and to be sure to lock the outer door as she left.

"Thank you, doctor."

"You have a nice weekend and I'll see you on Monday."

"Does that mean I have tomorrow off?" came the surprised response.

"Yes, it does. You've been might busy here this week and this is just my way of showing my appreciation."

"Thank you very much, doctor."

**********

"Trek," was all the doctor said, as he entered the office and shut the door.

John was already on the sofa when he heard the word and immediately sank back, in a relaxed pose, waiting for the doctor to make the next move.

"John, I want you to take all your clothes off and sit here for a minute."

"Yes, doctor." He stood up and took off his shirt first, then his shoes and pants and finally his underware. In only a couple of minutes he was naked and once again sitting on the sofa.

Dr. Grosman took the seat directly in front of the sofa, facing John, and began to speak to him.

"John, we've come to another session to deal with your aversion to black people. In just a few minutes an amazingly attractive black woman is going to come through that door and stand in front of you. Your cock will instantly rise to the occasion and she will then start to suck you off. Once you cum in her mouth she will then sit next to you on the sofa and you will begin to play with her pussy, getting her excited and then you'll get on the floor in front of her, spread her legs, and start to lick and suck on her bald pussy, continuing to suck and lick on her until she cums several times in your mouth. During this time your wife will enter the room and begin to watch you and she'll get turned on as well and join you and Shearon. Shearon will once again suck your cock and your wife will get between Shearon's legs and suck off a woman for the first time in her life, which will make you hornier then ever. After that we'll see what happens and go from there. Am I understood, John?"

"Yes."

"Shearon! You can come out now."

John watched the other door as it opened, revealing a beautiful black woman, without anything on. She stood in the shadows for just a moment and then she entered of office and John could see for the first time just how lovely she actually was. His breath was taken for a couple of seconds, as he took in the shape of the body standing now in front of him. He couldn't help it as his cock grew to full erection, with his cock head barely showing from beneath his foreskin, precum already starting to gather from his piss hole.

He continued to watch as the woman began to kneel in front of him, reaching out to grab his stiff cock, pumping up and down as soon as her fingers surrounded his organ, the feeling of his foreskin rubbing over his cock head already starting to get him excited and ready to fuck this lovely young thing. Next thing he knew she took his head into her mouth, pushing his skin all the way down his cock pole as she did. He felt her tongue start to lick his head and, while doing that she massaged his balls with her other hand.

His eyes never left the sight in front of him, and he watched as she soon had his whole cock down her throat, something that he'd always wanted to see. The warmth of her mouth and throat felt good on his cock and he tried, unsuccessfully, to sit still on the couch while all this happened. He just couldn't do it.

He grabbed on to the back of her head, ******* her to swallow his cock to his balls, and told her to suck him til she shot his load, which is what she did.

The sensation of this black woman deep throating his cock was almost too much. First he'd had a black man suck his cock, and now a black woman was doing the same, but this was different this time. This time he didn't feel ashamed to have his cock sucked. When Eddy sucked him he felt as though he was gay, and he'd felt ashamed of that. He wasn't gay, not by any means and, even though he'd liked the feel of the man's mouth on him, this was definately more his style, having a woman use his cock felt so much better and he could really sit here and enjoy the feeling to the max!

Before he could hold himself back he felt his balls tighten and then he shot his load into her mouth and down her throat. He felt as though he were going to shoot forever, her mouth felt that good on his cock, but he started to slow down after the third shot and she slowly drew his cock out of her mouth and began to lick up and down the entire length, sucking on his excess skin for a while then going down to his balls and licking and sucking on them for a little while.

He was surprised when she pushed his legs back, exposing the skin beneath his balls, as well as his ass hole, and he was totally surprised when she began to lick his ass hole and stick her tongue into him back there. His nipples hardened, something that had never happened before, and he could feel his cock stir to life once again. She feasted on his back door for a while and then returned to his balls, then his cock, sucking his head into her mouth again and sucking him even harder, until she got him to shoot yet another load into her mouth.

Once he recovered he realized that Shearon was now sitting on the couch beside him. Without even thinking of what he was doing, he reached over with one hand and began to stroke her bare pussy, pushing one, then two, fingers inside her. He'd never had the chance to stroke a pussy that was devoid of its hair, and this one felt smoother then he thought it would. He half expected to feel some sort of stubble down there, but surprisingly it felt as soft as felt, and he drilled his two fingers deeper inside of her. In a few minutes he pulled out of her and stuck his fingers into his mouth and savored her taste for the first time, making him realize just how much he really wanted to plant his mouth on her twat and suck her juices directly from the source, so he got up, knealt down in front of her, pushed her legs as wide as he could, and practically dived right in.

Until earlier in the day he'd never entertained the thought of using his mouth on a woman, but DeeDee had made him realize just how much he liked it. And now, to have this lovely black woman in front of his face, wide open and waiting, made his mouth water in anticipation of what he was about to do. He didn't even think of what he was about to do, he just moved into position and started by licking the outside of her pussy, and the cleft of her thighs, enjoying first the taste of just her skin, the sweat that lingered there. He used his fingers to open her wider and slowly licked his way into her, tasting first the inside of her outer lips, then the inner lips, and finally the deepest recesses he could reach with his tongue.

It was like he'd imagined it would be.

Her juices were sweet and just ran into his mouth like his mouth was actually a part of her anatomy. He loved to suck on her inner lips and suck off her juices, which in turn seemed to create even more wetness within.

**********

While John was enjoying the favors of the black woman in the office, Dr. Gosman went into the outer office.

As he entered the outer office his secretary took notice and got her purse and jacket together. Once she was ready she looked to the doctor, who nodded in approval, and she left for the rest of the day, ready to enjoy her three-day weekend.

Once he made sure that the door was locked he went to the seat opposite of DeeDee and looked at her, speaking only one word.

"Tomorrow."

DeeDee sank back into the soft seat, her eyes glazing over and looked straight ahead. She listened to the doctor as she spoke to her.

"DeeDee, it's almost time to go into my office for your part of the dual therapy. Before you go in there though I want you to remove all your clothing and give them to me. I want you to remember everything that happened in my office the last time you were here, I want you to witness what is going on in there and you'll participate in it, as well. You will not be shocked by what you see. In fact, you'll be turned on by it and wish to take part in the activities, which I heartedly encourage you to do.

"Once things really get started I'll have Eddy join you all and things can really begin to happen, and I'm sure that both you and John will have an enjoyable time in there.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes."

DeeDee stood up and began to disrobe. It somewhat surprised the doctor to see that DeeDee didn't have on any underware, mainly because he had not instructed her to appear that way, but he was also encouraged by what he saw. This meant that she still remembered her previous time with Eddy and himself and he was glad to see that she'd taken the initiative to do something like this on her own.

He couldn't help himself, as he approached the woman and grabbed her ass, squeezing just a little bit. His cock reacted immediately with an erection, as well as a bit of leaking of precum, which he felt in his underware.

"Before we go into the office, DeeDee, I want you to do something first."
Without even asking what it was the doctor wanted, DeeDee bent to her knees in front of him, pulled down his zipper and withdrew his hard cock, his foreskin still covering his head, and dropped her mouth to the hard organ, taking as much as she could into her warm mouth. She sucked and licked his excess skin, probing her tongue beneath the skin and against his tender cock head and began to to bob up and down, wanting to once again taste the juices that she anticipated spurting into her mouth and down her throat.

She pulled off his cock once, to lick his entire length and to concentrate on his balls for a moment, then she returned to his cock and sucked on him until she felt his load emptying into her mouth, where she eagerly savored the taste. Once she was done she stood up and faced her doctor.

"Is that what you had in mind, doctor?"

"Yes, it most certainly was. Thank you so much for your attention."

"You're welcome."

Dr. Grosman reached for the door knob and opened the door into his office.

When DeeDee entered the first thing she heard was the moan of an unknown person and, as she looked around the room, she fastened her eyes on her husband, who was kneeling on the floor, between the wide-spread legs of a black woman, with his mouth plastered to her pussy. She could see that he was sucking her juices from within and a strange thought entered her mind.

"I wonder what it would be like to have a woman lick my pussy like John's doing to her?"

Little did she realize that the thoughts had been put there by her doctor and that in a very few minutes she'd not only be eating out the black woman's pussy, but the woman would also be engaged in eating her out as well.

She crossed the room and sat on the couch, next to the woman, and caressed her small breast. After a few minutes of that she tweaked the woman's nipples, which were already erect about a half inch, and pinched them to an even more sensative hardness. Next she leaned over and took one of those hard nipples into her mouth and started using her tongue to wash around it, nibbling with her teeth on it as well. The moans of the woman let her know that she was doing the right thing. At least that's what DeeDee took it to mean. She never entertained the thought that it might be John's oral manipulation that was causing the reaction. She reveled in the thought of having this strange, black woman's tit and nipple in her mouth and was pleasantly pleased to discover that she was enjoying this very much herself.

From the corner of her eye she noticed that her husband had finished with this oral feast and was sitting on the floor on his haunches, as if waiting for the next round to begin.

She realized the time had come for something else to happen and she immediately knew what that something was to be. She got up, knealt down on the floor in front of this black beauty, and pressed her mouth to the gapping hole in front of her face. She could see the glistening of the combined juices of both the woman and those of her husband, and this just sent a thrill throughout her body as she realized that she was about to experience something that her dear John and recently enjoyed, so without further hesitation she pressed her mouth to the opening of the woman's pussy and probed her tongue as far into her as she could.

The first taste of a pussy somewhat startled her. She'd never expected it to taste so......... different! That was the only way she could describe it.

Different!

This was much more different then the experience she'd had earlier in the day by sucking off her husband and, just a few minutes ago, sucking off the doctor as well. This was something more delicate, more femine and much more pleasing then she'd realized it could be.

Somehow it was amazing to have a pussy in her mouth and not a hard dick.

The smoothness of the hairless pussy lips also surprised her somewhat. Like her husband before her, she'd expected to have her tongue meet some sore of stubble on the outer lips, but she was so surprised that there wasn't any that she began even more to enjoy the hole in front of her.

With her mouth she sucked on the outer lips, savoring the taste of the black skin, then went to work on the inner lips and, finally, on the enlarged clitoris.

This woman's clit was much larger then hers was. In fact, it almost resembled a small penis and she found that she could almost suck on it like she would a small cock. The only difference, besides the size, was the fact that there was no foreskin to suck on. True, each clit had it's own hood, but she couldn't find on here and soon forgot all about it as she concentrated on the chore before her, and felt the gyrations of the woman as she continued to suck and ***** the juices that were presented to her. She hungrily drank it all in and then, after the latest orgasm, sank to the floor, dragging the black woman with her and they soon settled into a '69' postion, with each woman sucking on the others pussy, with her being on top.

The whole time all this was happening John stood there and watched his wife. It was hard to believe that this was the woman who had, for the first time in their marriage, had sucked his cock earlier in the day for the first time. Now, here she was, gyrating around on the floor of the doctor's office, her head burried in a black woman's pussy, while the same black woman munched on her pussy as well. His cock was hard and he was pumping away, feeling the loose skin move back and forth on his cock head, causing an even harder erection. Without realizing it, he'd reached for the nearest cock to him, which turned out to be Eddy's, and was also stroking it with the same rythum he used on his own cock.

He'd not seen the doctor motion for Eddy to join the festivities, but he was glad to have an extra cock in the room. As soon as he realized what he was doing he sank to his knees and took the hard, uncut cock, into his own mouth and began to suck on it.

DeeDee noticed that Eddy had joined the group and had watched as her husband took his cock into his hands and began to pump it. She was somewhat surprised though when she saw John get on his knees and take the huge, black cock into his mouth. While she continued to use her mouth and tongue on the black woman over her, she occasionally glanced towards her husband, whom she loved very much, and watched him suck on a cock, a black cock no less.

"I guess we've both gotten over our aversions to black people," she thought as she watched her husband.

John wanted to suck Eddy until the black man shot his load into his mouth, but the man pulled out and moved in the direction of his wife and the other woman, still eating out each others pussies. He watched as he knealt behind his wife, straddling the black woman's head, directing his hard cock towards his wife's pussy. He knew what he was about to witness and he could only smile. He was about to watch his wife get fucked by a huge, uncut black cock. Somehow he felt that this would not be the first time she'd experienced this man's cock.

DeeDee felt the first penetration of Eddy's cock into her extremely wet pussy, and she was glad to finally have Eddy fucking her again. She moaned loudly as she felt his cock head penetrate her again, and his width soon filled her pussy as she remembered it had earlier. Now not only did she have Eddy's cock in her pussy again, but she had the black woman sucking on her clit as well. Now she knew what heaven really felt like, and she never wanted to leave.

The doctor went to the threesome and politely tapped Shearon on her shoulder. She knew what to do next and reached out and grabbed John by his ankle. As he got closer to them he had to kneel on the floor. In fact, he had to lay on his side, to enable the woman to suck on his rigid cock, which he gladly let her do. He felt the need for another release and was only happy to let this beautiful black woman use her talented mouth for that release. In only a few minutes she had sucked his entire length down her throat and was busy devouring it for her pleasure, as well as his.

All this time the doctor sat in front of his desk, his cock in his hand, jacking off to the sight before him. Yes, he wanted to participate in this office orgy, but he also knew that this was the time for John and DeeDee to come to terms with what was happening to them, so he relented and satisified himself with only his hand. He knew that as soon as this 'appointment' was over that he'd enjoy himself with both Shearon and Eddy, so it was easy for him to just sit, observe, and wait.

Eddy came deep into DeeDee's pussy and pulled out, his juices running out of her stretched hole and into the face of Shearon, who pulled John's cock out of her mouth, dripping with the man's own cum, and began lick up the cum from Eddy and then plastered her mouth once again to DeeDee's pussy and sucked out all the cum from inside her.

When they had all finished they sat on the floor and just relaxed, catching their breaths, enjoying the feeling they all had, of being well fucked and sucked.

**********

Without being missed, Dr. Grosman went to the outer office and turned on his recorder.

"When the Wilsons first came to me I didn't realize just how much time and investment lay ahead of me. I'd always wanted to use my ******** to help someone overcome their 'fears' and 'dreads', but I never imagined that it would come to such a successful conclusion. What I've witnessed over the span of the past week has really amazed me. I never thought I could help someone overcome their prejudices, especially one that involved black and white issues, but I think this has worked out quite well.

"What happens now is up to DeeDee and John. Will their lives be any better? I cannot say. I can only hope that things will improve for them in the long run. Will they ever be able to look at a black man or woman and not think of their past fears of them? Again, it's too soon to know.

"What I've introduced to this couple is something I'd never have imagined doing only a year or two ago, but I do not regret doing this at all. As a member of the human race, I realize we all have our prejudices, but I feel that those prejudices are something we call all overcome.

"I don't necessarily condone the use of sex to cope with these differences, but I can honestly admit that I tried to introduce something into a couple of lives that would've never entered their minds. Perhaps they can use this to get along with their neighbors. Perhaps they'll get into something they never dreamed of in the past. I don't know.

"I want the Wilsons to realize that they have to live in the world as it is now, blacks living next to whites and vice versa. We all have to get along with each other if this world is to be a better place. If they can do that by using sex as an end to the means, then who am I to say any different?

"Perhaps they'll get more sexually involved with someone of the black race, or perhaps they'll be more tolerent of the black race. Again, I cannot say. I can only hope that by introducing them to this different lifestyle that they will learn to lead a more tolerent life and live with what they have and make the most of that as well.

"As I've already said, I cannot profess to have actually changed the lives of DeeDee and John, but I hope they've learned something. What that might be, I have no idea. If it's only tolerence, then I've accompolished something."

The doctor turned off his recorder and re-entered his office.

**********

As he entered his office he found that all the participants were now seated on either the sofa, as were John and DeeDee, or on other pieces of furniture, as were Eddy and Shearon.

"I want to thank you all for working with me today. I only have a few more things to say and we'll conclude this therapy session."

One by one he said all the key words for the people in his office, and all four of them went into a deeper trance then they were already in.

"I will now call out a name and only that person will remember what I'm about to tell them.

"Eddy."

The black man raised his head and faced the doctor.

"Eddy, you came to me wanting to get over your hangups of having a huge cock, which you though no woman would ever accept. You've found out how wrong you were. I hope you enjoy your life after you leave here and will be more at peace with yourself."

"Shearon."

Shearon also raised her head and faced the doctor.

"Shearon, you came to me with your false sense of failure. You thought your body was something to be ashamed of and just today you've found out that that is not the case. There are indeed others who appreciate your body, your appearance, and your sense of self worth. Thank you for allowing me to help you."

"John and DeeDee."

The couple looked at him, attentive.

"The two of you came to me to overcome your fear of black people. While this is not the standard proceedure for something like that, I felt that this was a good place to start, and I belive it also helped you to over your objections to sex with each other as well. You both let me know how you thought you sex live with your mate should be and wondered why it wasn't. I want you to know that you were not being selfish. You love each other and the times have changed and you both realized that you had to change with those times. I honor your encouragement and committment to go through with this.

"While you were unable to talk to each other directly about what happend in our sessions, I now encourage you to talk to each other and let your feelings be known. If you'd like to continue with this lifestyle, let your partner know. I'm sure that after these sessions you both have a lot to think about and talk over, so I encourage you both to do just that.

"There are no longer any restrictions on either of you, so feel free to talk about what's happened in the past sessions, as well as what happened here today and I do hope you'll learn that you're not alone with your prejudices and that you can change them for the better."

He looked at all four of the people seated around his office and was pleased to see that they were all nodding in acceptance of his words.

"I want you all to retrieve your clothing, get dressed and then return to your homes. I've finished this therapy with you and I hope you'll put it all to good use.

"Thank you for your trust and I hope you'll all be happy with the results."

All four got dressed and prepared to leave the office, stopping only to shake hand with the doctor before departing and heading to their respective homes.

**********

Eddy and Shearon met with the Wilsons in the lobby of the building.

"Mr. and Mrs. Wilson," began Eddy, "I hope you don't think that I did this for personal reasons only. I honestly had no idea that Dr. Grosman would do this to any of us, and I want to apologize to you both if you felt offended with any of this."

"I want to agree with Eddy on this one," Shearon said to the couple. "I had no idea this would happen. But I also want you both to know that I did enjoy tonight."

"The same goes for me," Eddy told them.

John and DeeDee looked at each other and then to the two people in front of them. DeeDee nodded to her husband and he was the one who responed for the two of them.

"I harbor no ill feelings to either of you, and I'm sure DeeDee doesn't, either. We came here trying to better ourselves and I think we accompolished just that. To deny what happened would only mean that we've not learned anything that happened here the past week. If it means that we have to truly look at ourselves and what we've done here, then I welcome that.

"I, for one, think the two of us learned something valuable here and I hope we can continue with that. I think that both DeeDee and myself would be happier."

Eddy and Shearon looked at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Mr. Wilson," Shearon told them.

"Please, it's John and DeeDee," he told them.

Now it was DeeDee's turn to speak, "Would the two of you like to join us at our home and continue with what we've learned tonight?"

"Are you serious?" Eddy asked.

"Yes, I am," DeeDee answered, as she reached out and squeezed Eddy's soft cock through his pants. "I think John and I would love to continue this relationship, if you two have no objections, that is."

They all shook hands, hugged each other, and set up a time for the next day for them to meet again and to continue with what had happed in the Dr. Gosman's office.

THE END!