les histoires de chrislebo

"Mike, will you submit to me...?" Ted said softly.

"i...will..." Mike whispered in a timid, defeated voice.

Ted stood up and looked down upon Mike, his voice returned to a power tone. "Slave, take off your clothes!"

Mike stumbled to get back up on his feet, he kept is head down and his eyes on the ground. He pulled of the remains of his ripped shirt, he kicked his right shoe off followed by his left, he sighed as he pulled down his pants. He stopped and kept his head down, hoping that this would count as taking his clothes off.

Ted scolded, "Slave, are you stupid. I said take all your clothes off. Lose the boxer and socks!"

Without a word, Ted bent down and pulled off his socks and he felt the coldness of the stone beneath his feet. He put his hands on his waist and swallowed air. He closed his eyes and pulled down his boxer and let them fall to his feet. Mike then pulled his left foot out, and then his right. He moved his underwear to the side with his foot.

Mike felt completely exposed, he felt the breeze blow through the middle of his legs and against is crotch. He felt the hard cold stone under his feet. He could feel Ted's eyes staring him down.

"Open your eyes and look at me, Slave!" Ted ordered.

Mike obeyed, again without speaking.

"Now, there are some rules you should understand." Ted continued.

"First, you will always call me master. If I give you an order, I expect you to reply back [Yes Master]. If say anything else, you must either start or end your sentience with Master. Do you understand?"

"...Yes Master." Mike replied.

Ted was impressed that Mike learned so quickly. "Good, good boy. Training you may be easier then I thought."

"Now, next. When I give you an order. I expect you to follow it, without hesitation, without resistance and without question. Do you understand, Slave?"

Mike nodded his head. "Yes Master."

Ted laughed with joy. "You really are natural at this. It's as if you were born to be a slave. Now, if you disobey me, which I really hope you do not. I will have to punish you. Punishment will be painful, I guarantee that it will make you cry. I don't want to have to punish you, so don't make me. Do you understand, Slave?"

Tears dropped down Mike's face as he silently cried. "Yes Master, I understand."

"Well then, all that is left is to put on your collars and cuffs then lock you up!" Ted said excitedly as he pulled off his backpack.

Ted pulled out four leather cuffs, five small padlocks, a neck collar.

"Slave, extend your arms!" Commanded Ted.

Mike looked at the cuffs and hesitated; he did not imagine he'd be chained up.

Ted yelled, "SLAVE! What did I tell you about hesitation!!?"

Mike jumped slightly but obeyed and extended his arms. Ted put the cuffs on is arms and locked them tight. The padlocks prevented Mike from taking them off. Ted proceeded to kneel down and put the same style cuffs on Mike's ankles and also locked them into place. Ted came back up and had the collar in his hand, the collar had a small black box connected to it.

"Slave, you may be wondering what is on the collar. This little box is a GPS tracking unit. I can find you no matter where you go in the world." Ted explained as he fitted the collar firmly around Mike's neck and locking it into place.

With the last click of the padlock on his neck, Mike knew he was defeated and had no chance of getting away. Ted then grabbed Mike by the arms, pulled them behind Mike's back and locked the cuffs together. His arms were bound together tight so that he could barely move them. Ted then turned Mike back around to face him. Ted bent down and pulled a leash out of the backpack and connected the leash to the collar and locked it in place.

Using the leash, Ted pulled Mike so they were face to face. "Slave, I now own you. I own your body, I own your mind, I own your existence. Your sole purpose in life is to obey my orders. You own nothing, you are nothing. You are a dirty slave who is not worthy of my attention. You will spend every moment of your life trying to prove yourself to me."

"Yes Master..." whimpered Mike.

"Very good. We still have a half-hour hike to meet up with my friends. They're going to help me train you." Ted explained.

Ted let the leash slack and started walking way from the cave leading Mike along. Mike not accustomed to beign lead by a leash had trouble following. Mike turned his head back as they exited the cave and looked at the clothes on the ground they were leaving behind. He wondered if he'd ever wear clothes again, he wondered if he would even be alive a few days from now.

"Slave, you were right about one thing. Today IS a wonderful day! Don''t you agree?" Ted asked.

Mike nodded his head and said, "Yes Master." he was starting to feel like a broken record.

Chapter 4 - Prologue:

Betrayed and setup, Mike Hernandez has found himself captured and bound by his new Master, Ted Wilson. Ted has systematically erased Mike's identity at home. From the first day Ted saw Mike he wanted him. He used his money and power to trick Mike into traveling with him. Mike had no choice but to submit to Ted's will if he ever hopes to taste freedom again. After Ted ****** Mike to strip naked, he cuffed his hands and feet together and tagged him with a GPS to keep track of him. The two are now continuing their hike to meet up with Ted's friends. Mike will have a lot to learn about being a slave boy.

Chapter 4: Training Day

The two men returned to the main hiking trail, Ted was leading Mike along with his leash. Mike was finding it difficult to walk, the cuffs on his legs restricted his movement to only a foot in either direction, his arms were bound behind his back making it hard for him to balance and his bare feet were sensitive to the cold dirt and gravel beneath him. Every so often Ted had to given an extra tug on the leash, as Mike was falling behind trying to avoid stepping on stones and twigs.

Mike could feel his balls swinging freely in the air as he continued to walk down the path; even though he was completely naked he was sweating from their vigorous pace. He kept looking around in every direction wondering if any other people would come across them. He wondered what they would say or think, would they help him if he asked? He remembered watching a pornography in which a women was bound much like him, she was being led by a Dominatrix down a busy street. People stopped, pointed fingers and took pictures, but nobody asked if she needed helped. They just assumed that they were making a porn movie. He imagined people might think the same about them; and he thought to himself that he had an idea about how the slave in the movie felt.

Forty five minutes later their path came to a split; a sign indicated camp grounds to the left and the trail continued to the right. Mike was momentarily relieved when Ted choose the left path.

Ted came to a stop and took his backpack off without saying a word, he reached into the bag and pulled out a red ball-gag with leather straps and a padlock. "Open your mouth, Slave.! Open it wide."

As much as Mike wanted to resist he feared the consequences of what would happen if he didn't obey, so he opened his mouth as wide as he could. He felt the rubber ball insert into his mouth ******* it open wider, his tongue was ****** down and he could taste rubber in his mouth. Ted tightened the straps and locked them into place, he picked up his bag and the leash and with a strong tug of the leash he started to walk. Mike attempted to adjust his mouth to make the gag more comfortable but it only slipped deeper into his mouth.

As the two continued along their path Mike could see various tents and camp fires; he saw what he dreaded most, other people. A man and his wife turned to watch as the men walked by, Mike heard the women giggle. Another man noticed; he glanced casually at them then did a double take but he appeared to be offended by their presence and turned away. Mike saw yet another man with a camera taking pictures of them.

They eventually came up upon a very large tent. Two men came out of the tent. The first was man in his 40's, he had short brown hair in a military cut style. He was wearing black boots, tan pants and a white tank. He was very built and looked very strong. He had a leash in his hand that was connected to the other guy.

The other guy was young, he appeared to be in his early 20's. He was very pale white, very tall and slim. He was wearing a pink extra-short skirt with a matching pink halter top that exposed his stomach and he was wearing pink high heels. He wore a black shoulder length wig and had makeup up, his finger and toe nails were also painted pink. His neck collar had the words slut written on it. The older man said something to the young guy in German, the young guy replied back in German then kneeled to the ground and lowered his head.

"Ah, there you are Ted! I was beginning to think you weren't coming!" said he older man.

Ted smiled and shook hands with the older man. "It's good to see you Jim. I am sorry I am late, my new slave was slowing me down."

Jim nodded and approached Mike. "Spread your legs, Slave." Jim ordered.

Mike obeyed and opened his legs as much as the cuffs on his ankles would allow. Jim grabbed Mike by his scrotum and squeezed hard. Mike screamed, but the noise was muffled by his gag. Mike stood on his toes and closed his eyes and wiggled in discomfort.

Showing no sign of letting go; Jim turned to Ted, "You of course remember my little German slut?" Jim asked.

Ted laughed. "Yes, of course." Ted turned to the slave, "Goedendag, Otto. Wie geht es Ihnen?" Ted said in German.

"Ich bin guter Herr, ich danke Ihnen." Otto replied.

"Ich mag dein neues Kleid." Ted contiuned speaking to Otto.

Otto smiled and said, "Vielen Dank Meister Ted, mein Meister Jim es für mich zu wählen."

Mike had no idea what the two were saying, but he managed to guess that the other slave's name was Otto.

Jim continued to hold on tight to Mike's balls; his hands were so large that Mike's balls fit completely in his palm. Mike was still squirming in discomfort, but Jim only squeezed tighter.

"This slut is trying to escape my grip, Ted...". Jim said disapprovingly.

"He hasn't been trained yet. Let's take him inside and give him an introductory lesson." Ted replied

The four men headed inside the tent. The tent was large enough for them to stand, it had four rooms. The main room of the tent was completely empty. The other three rooms were zipped shut and Mike could not see inside of them.

As the walked into the main room, Otto got on the floor and walked on his hands and knees to the back of the tent were he sat on his knees. Mike stood in the center of the tent; he's mouth was sore from the ball-gag, his balls were still throbbing, his heart was beating. Not knowing were to look he turned his head the the floor and kept his eyes down. Jim and Ted stood between Mike.

As Jim circled Mike he grabbed Mike's ass with his left hand and then with his right hand he gave Mike a swift slap "This slut has one mighty fine plump ass. Is it virgin?" asked Jim as Mike jumped to the reaction of being slapped on the ass.

"Indeed it is. Do you want the honors?" Ted offered.

"Surely you want pop this virgin ass first, Ted...?" Jim asked.

"I know you're an ass man, besides I'd rather have my cum the first he ever tastes. Popping his ass will be a great way to break him in. Please, I insist, take him." Ted offered again.

"Thank you Ted. I like my slaves restrained, let me get some equipment." Jim said heading towards a smaller room in the tent.

He returned with black metallic leg separator, Ted unlocked Mike's leg cuffs and Jim ****** Mike's legs apart and then put on the separator, Ted then ****** Mike to bend over and held is back down.

Mike's arms will still locked behind is back, and his legs were now ****** open. Mike was not able to move at all, his head was ****** down so he could see his own feet and Jim's legs behind him, he then saw Jim's pants fall down to his ankles.

"You should probably go easy on his for his first time and lube him up, Jim" Ted suggested.

"I suppose your right, we don't want to break him on his first usage now." Jim said in sadistic tone.

Ted reached into his pocket and threw Jim a small bottle of lubricant.

Jim squeezed a small amount of lubricant on his index finger and then slowly began to finger Mike's ass hole, Jim was being gentle circling his finger along the rim allowing his finger to go in deeper with each swirl. Mike was having a hard time focusing, and he started to try to squeeze Jim's finger out. Jim angrily slapped Mike on the ass with his free hand. Had Mike not been held in place by Ted he would have fallen. Mike let out another muffled scream.

Jim scolded Mike. "You will accept my finger bitch!"

Mike concentrated really hard and allowed his ass to loosen up. Jim began to stroke his finger in and out this time ******* his finger as deep as he could. Once Mike's ass was accepting the entire length of his finger, he then started to slide another finger inside. Mike moaned and his body shook. He never felt his ass stretched that much; however he allowed the second finger to insert competently in without resistance. The sensation was confusing for Mike. It actually felt good, just like when he would finger himself. But the *********** of being being used like an object by another man made him feel ashamed. Mike could feel his balls twitching each time Jim's fingers went deep inside of him.

Satisfied that Mike's ass was lubricated and properly prepared he pulled his fingers out and extended his arm.

"Slut, get over here and clean my finger" Jim ordered Otto.

Otto crawled on all fours to the three men. Jim lowered his hands to Otto's mouth and Otto took his finger and sucked one at a time.

"Good, go back to the corner." Jim ordered as he pulled his finger out of Otto's mouth and put both is hands on Mike's hips.

Jim then positioned his cock and aimed for Mike's ass hole. Jim did not hold back and thrust himself with full ***** into Mike's ass.

The muffled scream Mike gave out was the loudest yet. He bit down hard on the gag and his eyes rolled behind his head as he struggled to get away. But Ted's and Jim's hold was too strong and Mike could not get away. The two men chuckled at Mike's feeble attempt to escape. Tears were falling from Mike's face and he was screaming so much that saliva was dripping off his mouth from the gag. Mike closed his eyes; he was trying to mentally escape; but with each *****ful thrust Jim gave brought Mike back to reality. Mike's rim was stretched far beyond what he ever experienced; Jim's dick felt so long that it seemed like an eternity to fully insert. With each thrust Mike's balls tinkled and twitched and the shaft began to grow erect. Jim was ridding Mike so hard that they were making a slapping noise as the made contact, he could also hear the squishy noises that their juices mixing together. Mike felt Jim's massive cock penetrate deeper and deeper sending tickling sensations across Mike's spine.

Jim was grunting loud. Mike was moaning and crying at the same time, his entire body covered in sweat, he become fully erect and his penis was throbbing. Otto noticed and pointed this out to his master.

Jim grunted and laughed at the same time, "How about that, it looks like this little slut likes being fucked, Ted!" At the same time Jim released his load into Mike's ass.

Jim's thrusting became slower as he jerked in and out a few more times before finally pulling out. Mike's legs were shaking with fatigue, he could barely stand. Ted lowered Mike to the ground face first. Mike could fell Jim's warm cum leaking between his legs and onto his still stiff cock.

"Sklavenjunge Otto!" [Slave Boy Otto!] Jim commanded. "Ich will dich zu lecken Sklavenjunge Mike's ass sauber und saugen meine cum!" [I want you to lick Slave boy Mike's ass clean and suck up my cum!]

Otto looked up towards his master with admiration and smiled. "Ja Herr, Vielen Dank!" [Yes Master, Thank you!] replied Otto.

Mike didn't have long to imagine what the two were saying as Otto climbed over on all fours and positioned his face into Mike's ass. The second Otto's tongue touched the rim of Mike's ass hole Mike began to laugh. The sensation tickled like nothing ever before. Otto kept probing the rim rapidly only allowing his tongue to barely enter, then he'd stroke across Mike's entire crack then return to the rim and circle it in a clock wise pattern. Mike was wiggling and laughing and moving uncontrollably, the ball gag was muffling his laugh and causing him to slobber. Otto's tongue was relentless and showed no signs of mercy as he continued to lick. Mike felt Otto spread his butt checks further apart as he planted his face deep down. Otto's tongue then slipped deep inside Mike's ass and began to slurp. Mike was breathing very hard he felt dizzy and wanted to pass out, this tickle ******* was the worst thing in the world.

Otto finished cleaning Mike free of all cum, and looked towards his master and wiped his mouth.

"Ich bin Herr getan, war Ihr cum sehr schmackhaft. Danke." [I am done master, your cum was very tasty. Thank you.] Otto said as he smiled and blushed.

"Gute Sklave, jetzt komm her und saugen meinen Schwanz sauber!" [Good slave, now come over here and suck my cock clean!]. Jim commanded to Otto.

Otto crawled over to Jim on all fours. Mike glanced over and noticed that Otto was not wearing underwear under his skirt. He also noticed that Otto was completely shaving. Otto came up face level to Jim's crotch, he had a very large smile has be took his penis into his mouth and cleaned away the reaming cum. Otto was enjoying himself and moaning in pleasure has he sucked and licked Jim's cock clean.

Ted smiled as he looked down at Mike and said, "I think it's time for you to learn to eat cock too."

Ted removed the leg separator and helped Mike to his knees, he then took of the ball-gag. Mike opened and closed his jaw, it felt good to have the gag removed. Ted stood in front of Mike and pulled down his pants and his black satin boxers and allowed them to fall to the ground, he did not take his shoes off as he let his clothes rest at his ankles. Ted was trimmed and his cock pointed directly into Mike's face. Mike turned his face away, Ted's scent was strong and amplified from sweating while hiking. Mike thought that Ted's dick was even larger then Jim's. It was erect and it was pointing at Mike as if it was commanding him.

Ted put both hands on Mike's head and turned his face back to face him, "Start sucking, slave!" he commanded.

Mike shook his head no and tried to pull away. He could not bring himself to this, he did not want to. He would not do it.

"Slave, I said fucking suck my cock, now!!!!" Ted yelled.

"nnNO! I wont!" Mike yelled back.

Ted pulled a small remote control from his shirt pocket.

"That little black box attached to your collar, it's not just a GPS. It also contains a high capacity capacitor, meaning its a neck taser." Ted explained. "It has four settings. This is setting 1."

Ted pushed a button and within an instant Mike's body went stiff and he fell to the ground. Every muscle in his body went tight as he screamed out loud and shook uncontrollably. Ted pushed the button again and the pain stopped.

"That was only setting 1. The taser has a 3 hour battery life at setting 4. I really hope that I don't have to use it..." Ted said solemnly.

Mike lay on the ground dazed and confused. Mike began to cry out loud. "I don't want too, please ... "

Ted shook his it annoyance "Very well then, setting 2 ... "

"No Master-- Please!" Mike interrupted.

"Then, suck my fucking dick slave! I won't ask again!" Ted said in a very angry voice.

Mike attempted to get back on his knees and Ted assisted. Mike found himself again facing Ted's dick.

Mike closed his eyes and sighed as he opened his mouth and took the tip of Ted's penis in his mouth but didn't suck on it..

"Suck my dick like you'd expect someone to suck yours, if I am not happy with what you are doing I will punish you again!" Ted ordered.

Mike closed his mouth around Ted's penis and circled his tongue around the shaft and tip in a counterclockwise motion and then flicked his tongue up and down across the very tip, he heard no objection from Ted and continued in his pattern. The taste of Ted's penis filled Mike's entire mouth, he was musty and salty. Mike only had less then half of Ted's penis in his mouth when he felt it slipping in deeper and deeper until the tip of Ted's penis it the back of this throat. He began to gag and he tried to pull away but Ted held his head in place.

Ted was thrusting his dick slowly back and forth as Mike sucked and licked. Each time Ted inserted deeper Mike couldn't help but gag. After what seemed like minutes Ted started to moan and thrust a little harder until he cummed into Mike's mouth but Mike could not swallow Ted's sperm, he was gagging and spat the sperm to the ground.

Ted slapped Mike across the face hard enough to knock him on the ground.

"How dare you spit up my load, slave! Crawl over there and lick it up."

Mike inched his way over to the sperm and planted his face right in front of the sperm. The canvas of the tent smelt like dirty feet. Mike lifted his head and started to lick up the sperm. Mike wanted to gag but he feared what would happen if he did and he ****** himself to lick up the sperm. He wondered to himself what other body fluids, and sweats that he was licking up off the floor. He tried to push the thought out of his head as he finished cleaning the floor.

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard, was it?" asked Ted.

"No Master." Mike replied weakly.

Mike had lost track of Jim and Otto who were sitting behind them. Jim was sitting cross legged while Otto lay on the floor, resting his head in Jim's lap. Jim was petting Otto on the head.

Ted looked at his wrist watch. "Wow, time went by fast. I thought we had more time."

Ted pulled his pants up and fastened his belt. He leaned over Mike who was still laying on his stomach with his face on the ground. "Get up, Slave!" Ted ordered as he helped pull Mike up to his feet. He then turned Mike around and removed the cuffs keeping his arms in place. Mike rubbed his own shoulders in relief.

"Your two are welcome to stay the night." Jim offered.

"Well, I'd like to get home before dark. I more plans for this slave. But your welcome to visit us tomorrow." Ted replied.

Ted picked up the leash and attached it back to Mike's collar. He then picked up the ball-gag but rather then putting it back on Mike's face, he put it away.

"We'll take you up on that offer, Ted." Jim said. He then stood up. "Ass in der Luft.", [Ass in the air.] Jim commanded to Otto.

As Otto got on his knees he arched his ass in the air, Jim bent over and ran his finger between Otto's butt checks. He then walked over to Mike and ran the same finger along Mike's upper lip directly below his noise transferring Otto's sweat to Mike's lip.

"I am sure Otto is dying to sit on your face, Slave. Something for you to look forward to." Jim smiled and turned to Ted. "We'll see you tomorrow!".

Ted left the tent with Mike in tow. It was getting darker, most of the people that had saw them arrive were now in their tents. Mike's legs were weak, his arms were in pain, the taste and smell of all three men covered his face, he was still covered and dirt. He didn't care anymore if anyone saw him, he just wanted to crawl away in a dark corner somewhere and *****. The two arrived on the other side of the camp site, the car was already waiting for them.

"You're too dirty to sit on my seats, Slave. You will lay on the floor." Ted ordered as they entered the car.

As Mike lay ***** position on the floor of the limousine he felt himself drifting off to *****. His last conciseness thought was about to slip his head he felt something warm and fuzzy rest on his face. He opened his eyes and his view was blocked by Ted's socked right foot.

"My feet are aching, and sweaty, they need to be cleaned and massaged slave. You're going to do this with your tongue." Ted explained.

Mike was so exhausted, he just wanted to *****. He wanted to beg Ted to let him *****; all he could manage to mutter was, "Mmaster.. please.".

"I know you tired, Slave. I will allow you time to ***** later. For now, you will continue to obey me, if you need help waking up, I ... ".

Ted did not need to complete his sentence. Mike lifted his hands and pulled off Ted's sock. Ted allowed his barefoot again to rest on Mike's face.

Mike moved his hands blindly looking for Ted's other foot. Ted moved his left foot allowing Mike to take the other sock off. Ted then let his left foot lay down on Mike's crotch.

Mike returned his hands to Ted's right foot and lifted it a few inches away from his face. Just as Mike fantasized on how he'd lick a girls foot, he stuck his tongue out and made contact with the bottom of Ted's heel. He stroked his tongue up the arch of the foot across the balls of the feet and then up to the big toe. Ted's feet were already damp with sweat, his feet were very salty. Mike noticed that his feet were very soft. Mike thought it wasn't that bad as he continued to lick back and fourth across the arch. Ted gave no direction and allowed Mike to lick wherever he wanted. As they drove home occasional bumps in the road resulted in Ted's foot bumping Mike in the face transferring the combination of sweat and saliva. Mike paid no attention, he was completely lost in a trance. The only thought in his head was Ted's foot as Mike licked every single inch of the foot before taking Ted's big toe into his mouth and began sucking. Although he gave the big toe the most attention, each of Ted's toes got a turn in Mike's mouth. Ted had enough pampering on his right foot and moved it away and replaced it with his left foot. Ted had noticed earlier that Mike's dick was pushing hard against his foot when he had it on his crotch. But Ted had no plans on allowing Mike to release himself. Mike gave the left foot equal attention, perhaps he was loosing his mind from exhaustion, perhaps he just didn't want to be shocked again. But Mike actually enjoyed licking Ted's feet but as much as he wanted to continue licking; his body finally gave up and he passed out.

Mike woke up with a startle, warm water was pouring down on him from all direction. It took him a few seconds to realize he was on the floor of shower back at Ted's home. The warm water felt good on his aching body. Mike noticed he was no longer wearing his collar or cuffs. Mike could see Ted's silhouette standing on the other side of the shower door.

"I had plans on showing you my dungeon tonight." Ted's voice echoed in the bathroom, "but your performance today was ... acceptable. Granted, you have a lot to learn. But I will allow you to ***** once you've cleaned up.".

Ted walked over to the bathroom counter. "Your collar and cuffs are here, I expect you to put them back on before leaving the bathroom. Once you dry off, you will leave the towels here. Don't take too long."

Mike closed his eyes and looked up allowing the water to fall on his face. It felt so good he never wanted to leave.

Ted raised his voice, "Did you hear me, Slave?"

"Yes Master." Mike replied calmly.

"Good, I am also burning some incense to help you relax." Ted explained.

"Thank you Master." Mike said in the same calm voice. Mike could already smell the incense burning, whatever it was it smelt good and made Mike feel light headed.

As Ted left the room Mike remained on the floor. He could feel the dirt and smell running off his body, the day was being washed away. Mike reached for a near by bar of soap and lathered up. He massaged the soap into his sore feet and was relieved that the color of his soles were returning to there normal light brown. He then washed his face, and no sooner then he did he felt that he was human again. He rubbed his shoulders, they were still tense from being held behind his back. After what only seemed like a few seconds, Mike realized he had been washing his torso over and over, the water was starting to get cold. It was time to fishing his shower and try up.

Mike was so tired from the day, and so relaxed from the shower and the burning incenses that he forgot his master plan. Mike was no longer cuffed, he was alone and there was a window in the bathroom. He could have easily escaped, and some how made it to town and maybe find the police. But at this moment that thought did not cross his mind; he dried himself and without hesitation he put his cuffs back on and followed by locking his collar into place. Mike walked over to the full size mirror and looked himself over. He turned his backside to the mirror and admired his ass. He turned around a few times in the mirror and made a mental note to shave his legs and arms next time he took a shower. He gave himself one more glance in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, an almost *********** thought passed through his head, he thought he looked good with a collar.

As Mike stepped into the hall way, he had forgotten how soft the carpets felt against his bare feet. It was nice to be walking on something soft. All the lights in the house were off except Ted's bedroom. Mike thought to himself he better check for permission before going to his own room to *****. However as Mike entered the room he noticed something new at the foot of the bed. It was a small metal cage with black leather padding on top and bottom. Ted was standing next to the cage and as Mike entered Ted opened the top of the cage.

"Your bed is ready, Slave." Ted said as he pointed to the cage.

Mike didn't need an explanation, he knew the cage was for him, and he knew not to argue and just to accept it. He walked over to the cage and stepped inside, the only way that he would be able to fit would be to get on his hands and knees and crouch down. It wasn't very comfortable, but at this point he was so tired he didn't care. Once Mike was situated, Ted closed the top of the cage and locked it.

Ted yawed and said, "Good night, Slave. Get some *****. If you thought today was tiring, you are in for a surprise tomorrow."

Attempting to get comfortable was pointless in the cage; however Mike was so tired that any ***** would be good ***** and before he knew it Mike was sound a*****.

Chapter 5 Preview:

So far by his own standards, Ted had been going very easy on Mike. It's no secret to his closest friends that Ted is a true sadist. He loves to watch his slaves squirm in discomfort and he gets off hearing them plea's for mercy. Ted has built a very large personal dungeon in his home; and tomorrow Mike will get the grand tour. Ted also enjoys showing off his new toys, so he has invited six of his friends to play with his new slave.

EXHIBITION


Le ciel est noir, près à craquer. Les gens ***t cloitrés chez eux, couchés sous des ventilateurs, espérant se rafraichir un peu.
J'en suis à ma énième douche et je suis toujours aussi moite. Je n'en peux plus. Il faut que je sorte.
Je viens d'avoir trente cinq ans et je n'ai jamais connu un été aussi lourd. Un orage tout les deux jours. Bravo Cathy ! Réussie les vacances.
En plus mon bonhomme est parti en Grèce avec ma fille. Il a gagné un voyage pour deux per***nes et a préféré emmener notre fille, à moi. Pfff !
Bon, c'est vrais, elle a beaucoup travaillé cette année et était très fatiguée, mais quand même. Moi aussi j'ai le droit de me détendre. S'il croit que je rigole tout les jours à remplir la paperasse et répondre au téléphone du cabinet médical, il se plante ! Secrétaire de toubib ce n'est pas de tout repos tous les jours.
Pour palier à cet air irrespirable, je ne vois qu'un endroit...Le bois.
Rien qu'à cette idée, je me sens déjà plus fraiche.
Je fouille mon armoire et j'en sors une robe d'été très légère et colorée. Au diable les sous vêtements. Ils me tiendraient trop chaud. Je ferme les boutons de la robe, sauf ceux du haut et du bas. J'aurais moins l'air d'étouffer si l'air circule. Une paire d'escarpins qui entourent mon mollet d'un lacet, et en route.
J'avais rai***. A peine engagée dans le sous bois, je sens la fraicheur caresser mon corps.
Je suis étonnée de ne pas voir plus de monde. En une demi-heure je n'ai croisé que deux per***nes.
Je suis une petite allée balisée pour les sportifs. A intervalle régulier, il y a des points avec des panneaux indiquant de petites choses à exécuter ou de petits exercices à faire.
Par exemple, ici, on doit traverser une poutre très fine.
Avec cette chaleur, les sportifs ***t au repos. Et c'est ce que je vais faire. Me reposer un peu.
La poutre est pile à la bonne hauteur et je peux y poser mes petites fesses.
Les talons de mes chaussures ont ramassés toutes les feuilles qu'ils pouvaient. Bon ! Je reconnais que je n'ai pas choisi la paire idéale pour ce genre de ballade.
Je plie une jambe, puis l'autre, afin d'atteindre mes talons pour les nettoyer.
Soudain, j'entends un bruit. Une branche qui craque peut être.
Puis, devant moi, derrière un gros buis***, il me semble apercevoir une masse sombre.
Je ne distingue pas très bien. Avec ce ciel noir, le sous bois est un peu obscur.
Je suis parcourue par un grand fris*** lorsqu'un homme sort du fourré.
Je m'apprête à partir lorsqu'il se dirige vers moi. Je suis tétanisée et incapable de bouger.
C'est un homme d'une cinquantaine d'année. Il porte un imperméable ouvert.
Ce que je vois me sidère.
Dessous, il est torse nu. Je vois nettement *** poitrail velu. Plus étrange encore...il a le sexe à l'air et il se masturbe doucement.
C'est déjà très déroutant en soit, mais ce n'est pas tout.
Il ne porte pas de pantalon...ou plutôt, il ne porte pas de haut de pantalon. Il n'a que les jambes qui tiennent grâce à de gros élastiques au niveau des cuisses, tout comme des bas auto-fixant.
Je comprends de suite que *** imper fermé, per***ne ne pourrait imaginer qu'il soit nu dessous.
Je ne sais pas très bien quelle attitude avoir.
Crier ? Il n'y a per***ne et je pourrais le mettre en colère.
M'enfuir en courant ? Ca pourrait l'inciter à me poursuivre, me rattraper, me...Bref ! Ca pourrait l'énerver.
Ne pas bouger ? C'est ce que je fais.
Il s'approche lentement.
Il ne semble pas méchant. Il a une bouille ronde, chauve, et porte des lunettes. C'est l'archétype du vieux garçon.
Il s'arrête à trois mètres de moi. Il me contemple en caressant sa queue gonflée. Je vois distinctement *** gland violacé qui goutte une liqueur transparente.
Sa respiration est courte, ses yeux brillants.
Pas de doute il est très excité.
Je m'apprête à lui dire de partir et de me laisser tranquille, quand soudain, il pousse un petit râle.
Il se branle plus fort, s'avance d'encore un mètre et jouit à mes pieds en de longs jets blanchâtres.
Une fois fait, il se sauve comme un voleur, sans même prendre le temps de refermer *** imper.
Mes jambes tremblent, flageolent.
Putain ! Il m'a vraiment foutu les jetons.
Du coup, ma promenade est finie, je rentre chez moi.

Je n'ai pas fermé l'œil de la nuit. A cause de la chaleur bien sur, mais également à cause de cet homme au bois.
Je me suis repassé le film dans ma tête, imaginant plusieurs scenarios dont je ne parlerais jamais.
Mais, vers deux heures du matin, je me suis surprise à me masturber comme une malade et jouir comme une démente.

Il fait toujours très lourd. Il n'est pas tombé une seule goutte d'eau.
Habillée comme hier, je reviens sur les lieux de ma mésaventure, comme pour l'exorciser.
J'ai les mêmes soucis avec les feuilles et mes talons. Impossible pour moi de porter autre chose que des hauts talons, vu que je n'ai que ca. C'est mon péché mignon.
Je m'assois au même endroit. Sur le sol ou les feuilles, aucune trace.
Je souris. Qu'est ce que j'espérais en revenant ici. Je suis une idiote.
Mais au moment de partir, tout comme hier, l'homme surgit du buis***.
Je suis étonnée de le revoir, mais je n'ai plus peur. Lui non plus car il s'approche plus vite et plus près. Il pourrait me toucher en tendant la main.
*** sexe est dur et très nervuré. Ses yeux écarquillés me caressent de haut en bas.
Les fantasmes de ma nuit me rattrapent. Je me sens troublée et excitée.
Je sais que c'est de la folie, mais j'ai envi de faire plaisir à cet homme.
Je déboutonne lentement ma robe et l'ouvre entièrement. Assise sur le bord de la poutre, j'écarte les jambes en grand, les plaçant de part et d'autre des siennes.
Encouragé, il fait encore un pas. *** dard est face à mes seins que je caresse et malaxe.
Je suis surprise qu'il ne tente pas de me toucher. Peut être ne veut t'il pas gâcher le cadeau que je lui fais en allant plus loin, trop loin ?
Alors, c'est moi qui vais plus loin.
Je glisse une de mes mains vers ma chatte et je m'introduis deux doigts. De ma main libre je... prends ses couilles et je les presse tendrement.
Je ne m'étais même pas rendu compte qu'il avait le sexe aussi lisse qu'un nouveau né.
Pour la première fois, j'entends le *** de sa voix.
« Ho oui ! C'est bon ! Continuez ! Ne vous arrêtez pas ! Hummmm ! »
Sa voix est chaude, rassurante.
« Vous voulez que je vous suce ? »
« Harggg ! »
Trop tard. Deux puissantes giclées viennent éclabousser mes seins et mon ventre.
Je me penche et tourne ma langue sur le gland soulagé, récupérant les dernières gouttes.
J'aurais aimé parler avec cet homme, mais il a préféré s'en aller.
Je reste seule au milieu des grands arbres.
Je fais glisser le foutre encore chaud vers mon vagin et je me branle avec cette mixture gluante jusqu'à en jouir fort.
« Ho ouiiiii ! Baisez-moi ! Baisez moi tous ! »
J'aurais tellement aimé qu'il y ait d'autres hommes dans le coin.
La pluie se met à tomber. Fort. Très fort.
Les jambes écartées, je me laisse inonder par les grosses gouttes qui traversent l'épais feuillage.
Sur et certaine de ne pas rencontrer quelqu'un sous ce déluge, je rejoins ma voiture, robe grande ouverte, épaules dégagées.

Cette aventure aurait dû s'arrêter là.
Pourtant, arrivée dans mon ascenseur, je ne peux m'empêcher d'ouvrir ma robe et de me masturber.
Je commence à comprendre.
La peur de me faire prendre augmente mon excitation. Plus mon étage se rapproche, plus j'ai de plaisir et lorsque la porte s'ouvre sur mon palier, je suis prête à jouir de nouveau.
Heureusement pour moi, je ne me suis pas fait surprendre.

Deux jours passent.
Je suis bien décidée à ne pas retourner au bois. De toute façon, je sais comment cela se terminerait et ca n'a pas grand intérêt.
Il faut que je pense à autre chose.
Depuis un bout de temps, je dis qu'il faudrait que je fasse du tri dans mes fringues. Voilà une très bonne occupation. Une heure après, je me retrouve avec deux tas de vêtements, dont un à jeter ou à donner.
Je mets les affaires dans un grand sac, mais je m'arrête sur une vieille jupe. Un concept débile vient de germer dans mon cerveau, reprenant l'idée de l'homme du bois.
Je m'arme d'un ciseau et je découpe le bas de la jupe. Je fouille dans mon placard pour retrouver un imperméable court qui s'arrête aux cuisses, du fil, une aiguille et voilà le travail.
Je me déshabille et enfile l'imperméable trafiqué.
Je le ferme...
C'est parfait. On a vraiment l'impression que je porte une jupe.
Whouaaa ! Je suis trop forte !
Mais aurais-je le courage de m'exhiber à mon tour ? Pour une femme c'est nettement moins évident et beaucoup plus dangereux, je pense.
Le tissu ample frôle mon corps. Ca fait comme de légères caresses et ca m'excite. J'ai envie de me...
Mais oui ! C'est ca ! Pouvoir me promener nue dans la rue et me caresser, sans que per***ne ne le sache !
L'idée m'emballe et je défais les coutures du fond de mes poches avant de refaire un essai devant le miroir.
J'enfile et ferme l'imper... Bien !
Le bout de jupe qui dépasse laisse à penser que j'en porte une. Il me faudra un joli foulard pour cacher mon décolleté trop nu.
Je glisse mes mains dans les poches et elles rentrent en contact avec mes cuisses.
Hummmm ! C'est délicieux et très discret.
Je touche mon sexe. Je mouille comme une salope. Ce truc me rend folle d'excitation.
Je dois l'essayer tout de suite.
Je descends dans le parc en face de chez moi. Cette histoire m'a prise toute l'après midi et le jour s'en va déjà. Il pleuviote à moitié. Dommage, il n'y aura pas beaucoup de monde, mais pour mon coup d'essai c'est peut être aussi bien.
Je croise une dame avec *** chien. Je me branle le clito et lui fais un grand sourire. Elle me le rend. Elle n'a rien perçu.
Un vieux monsieur. Je tire sur une de mes grandes lèvres d'une main et me masturbe de deux doigts de l'autre. Lui aussi me rend mon sourire.
Je suis trempée et mes jambes flageolent un peu. Je suis prête à jouir mais je ne trouve plus per***ne pour être complice involontaire de mon plaisir.
C'est trop bon ! Je ne peux pas rester comme ca et rentrer chez moi. Je saute dans ma voiture et je change de quartier.
Je me gare et arpente à pied une petite avenue bordée de platanes. Il n'y a pas de piéton. Surement à cause du temps et de la pluie qui tombe de plus en plus fort.
Je m'abrite dans une cabine téléphonique. En fait, il y en a deux collées l'une à l'autre. L'éclairage de la première ne fonctionne pas. C'est elle qui a ma préférence.
Je me place face à la route. En ce samedi soir la circulation est dense malgré la pluie.
Je prends le combiné pour faire semblant de téléphoner et je glisse mon autre main dans ma poche et je me caresse doucement, laissant monter le plaisir crescendo.
Parfois, des voitures s'arrêtent momentanément devant la cabine, coincées par un feu rouge.
Je me pique au jeu et je me surprends à me masturber plus fort à ces moments là. Je me rends bien compte que mes gestes, plus larges, plus rapides, peuvent facilement me trahir, mais ca ne me freine pas. Je suis dans un état d'excitation démentiel.
Je suis toute prête à jouir lorsque j'entends du bruit dans la cabine d'à coté.
Un jeune homme vient d'y pénétrer. Il est trempé de la tête aux pieds et se secoue comme un chien mouillé.
Je suis parcouru d'un grand fris***. Je reste scotchée, ma main contre ma chatte et je n'ose plus bouger.
Il m'aperçoit, me sourit, cherche un carnet et compose un numéro et téléphone. L'isolation des cabines est pratiquement inexistante et j'entends tout ce qu'il dit. Il appelle un ami, parle d'une fille qui n'est pas venu à un rendez vous, de sa déception, de...ses couilles pleines.
Couilles pleines ! Ces mots ré***nent dans ma tête. Mon cœur s'emballe sans rai*** et je sens mon antre bouillant déborder de jus.
J'imagine ce jeune homme se tourner vers moi, puis après avoir sorti *** sexe, se masturber avec ardeur pour vider ses « couilles pleines » de jus chaud sur le carreau qui nous sépare.
Je n'en peux plus. Qu'est ce qui me prend ?
Je déboutonne mes boutons rapidement, et tournée vers lui, j'écarte mon imper pour lui dévoiler ma nudité.
Il n'a encore rien vu, *** regard étant posé sur la rue.
Je suis transpercée par une onde de plaisir encore inconnue de moi. Je suis transportée sur une vague de jouissance sans même me toucher. Pourtant j'ai très peur.
Soudain...Il se tourne vers moi.
Il sursaute et reste bouche ouverte un petit moment, se demandant s'il ne rêve pas.
Ses yeux sur mon corps augmentent encore ma libido et sans le lâcher du regard, je reprends ma masturbation, jambes légèrement fléchies sur mes talons aiguilles.
« Paulo ! Tu ne vas pas me croire ! Dans la cabine d'à coté, y a une nana à poil qui se branle ! »
De l'entendre parler de moi me rend complètement folle de désir et je plonge deux doigts en moi.
Mais soudain, il relève la tête. Il semble blanchir. Il raccroche, sort de la cabine et s'éloigne rapidement.
Derrière moi, la porte s'ouvre brusquement.
D'instinct je rabats les pans de mon manteau sur moi et je me retourne.
Il y a là un homme, type baroudeur, cheveux très courts en brosse, une cinquantaine bien marquée.
Il m'extirpe de la cabine sans ménagement en me tirant par le bras.
« Hé ! Qu'est ce que vous faite ? Vous me faite mal ! Arrêtez ! »
« Fais pas ca là ! C'est dangereux chérie, il y a trop de monde ! Viens avec moi, je connais un endroit plus tranquille. Viens, tu n'as rien à craindre. »
Il me lâche et monte dans une voiture garée juste devant la cabine. Je ne l'ai pas vu venir, ni se ranger et encore moins s'approcher de la cabine. Ce type sort de nulle part.
Il m'a fait une peur bleue et je me reboutonne à la hâte, en tournant le dos à la route. Je suis bien décidée à prendre mes jambes à mon cou, lorsque je l'entends à nouveau.
« Allez ! Monte ! Ce n'est pas très loin ! Allez merde ! Je t'ai dis que tu n'avais rien à craindre ! Tu veux t'amuser, oui ou non ? »

Il a ouvert la porte coté passager et il c'est pratiquement couché sur les sièges pour me parler.
Je suis déchirée entre l'envie de m'enfuir et celle de faire confiance à cet homme. Mon cœur bat la chamade, mes joues ***t rouge et mes mains crispées, mais je sens aussi mon entrecuisse inondé.
« Bon ! Comme tu veux ! Moi, je me tire ! Salut !»
« Non ! Attendez ! »
Ma dérai*** a parlé et je grimpe dans la voiture.
Il démarre et quitte rapidement l'avenue pour s'engager sur de petites rues. Il semble savoir parfaitement ou il va.
« Comment t'appelles-tu ? »
« Cathy. »
« Y a longtemps que tu te fou à poil comme ca ? »
« Non ! C'est la première fois, je vous jure ! Je voulais juste essayer, je le ferais plus ! »
Il s'amuse de mon air apeuré.
« Haha ! Alors toi !...Et en plus, je suis sur que c'est vrais ! Mais si tu ne le fais plus jamais, il faut au moins que cette première fois soit mémorable. Pas vrais ? »
Je n'ose pas répondre.
Il pénètre dans une toute petite rue déserte et mal éclairée. Elle est à sens unique et le stationnement n'est possible que d'un coté.
Il trouve une place et range *** véhicule. Il coupe le moteur, détache nos ceintures de sécurité et il se penche vers moi en passant un bras autour de mes épaules.
Il pose *** autre main sur mon genou et il le caresse doucement. Le contact de ses doigts sur ma peau me fait frémir.
« Tu as peur ? »
« Oui...un peu. »
Il approche *** visage du mien. Ses lèvres frôlent ma joue, descendent vers mon cou ou il y dépose un baiser mouillé. Ses doigts défont les boutons de mon imper en commençant par le bas. J'entends sa respiration au creux de mon oreille.
Il chuchote.
« Tu n'as pas à avoir peur. Tu ne crains rien avec moi. Je sais comment faire jouir les salopes comme toi. »
Mon imper est libéré de ses boutons. Il l'écarte doucement et fait courir sa main sur mon corps.
« Humm ! Tu sais que t'es bien foutu, toi ? T'a quel âge ? Trente ans, à peine ? »
« Trente cinq. »
« Superbe ! Drôlement bien foutue ! Fais voir ta chatte ! Fais-moi voir si tu mouille ! »
Il pénètre deux doigts sans effort dans mon intimité inondée. Il me branle doucement et je commence à me détendre un peu.
J'ondule doucement sur mon siège alors que sa bouche, après avoir délaissé la mienne, aspire mes tétons dressés, l'un après l'autre.
« Ca te plais ? »
« Humm ! Oui, c'est bon ! Continuez ! Hummm ! »
Mais soudain !...
« Descend ! »
« Quoi ? »
« T'a bien entendu ! Descend et ne t'avise pas de rattacher ton manteau ! »
« Mais non ! On pourrait me voir ! »
« Ben oui ! Justement ! Ce n'est pas ce que tu voulais ? T'exhiber ? Allez ! Descend putain, et inutile de vouloir me fausser compagnie, je te rattraperai. »
Il me pousse dehors, ferme la portière et ouvre la glace.
« T'a de la chance, il pleut plus ! »
Dans la pénombre, j'aperçois un jeune homme qui vient tout droit dans notre direction.
Je panique un peu.
« Bon, allez ! Vous avez assez ri ! Laissez-moi remonter ! S'il vous plait ! »
« Pas question ! Appuie-toi à la voiture et ouvre ton imper en grand ! Ca...c'est de l'exhib ! Montre-moi que tu es capable et tu pourras remonter ! Ne me dis pas que tu n'es qu'une vulgaire allumeuse ? Je serais très déçu. »
Il me défie. A moi de lui montrer de quoi je suis capable.
Je respire un grand coup et je m'adosse à la voiture. Perchée sur mes hauts talons, les mains dans les poches et le manteau grand ouvert sur ma nudité, je dois renvoyer l'image d'une pute faisant le trottoir.
Bizarrement, je m'en sens très excitée.
Le jeune homme approche et passe devant moi, tout près. Il semble étonné de me voir ainsi. Il me dévisage, sans s'arrêter. Il continu *** chemin en se retournant pour continuer à me voir et disparait au coin de la rue après s'être cogné dans un poteau.
« Hé bien, voilà ! Tu vois ! Ce n'était pas si difficile, non ? Et je suis sur que ca t'a plu. Pas vrais ? »
Je vais dans *** sens pour en finir.
« Oui, c'est vrais ca m'a plu. Allez, ouvrez ! »
« Attend Cathy chérie ! On s'amuse bien, on ne va pas s'arrêter là ! Ce serait dommage, non ? »
« Vous m'avez promis ! Ouvrez-moi ! »
« Oui chérie, quand tu aura passé l'épreuve du feu. Ca, c'était juste un échauffement. Enlève ton imperméable ! »
« Quoi ? Que je... »
« Tu a très bien entendu. Enlève ton imperméable et donne le moi. »
« Mais je... »
« Donne moi ce putain d'imper ou je me tire ! Tant que je suis là, il ne t'arrivera rien ! »
Je jette un œil à droite, puis à gauche. La rue est déserte. Les volets des fenêtres des immeubles aux alentours ***t presque tous fermés. Seules quelques lumières d'appartements trahissent une présence humaine, mais il n'y a per***ne aux fenêtres.
« Bon ! Mais pas longtemps ? Vous me jurez ? »
« Tu enlève ton manteau et tu me le donne. Tu fais le tour de la voiture en marchant et voilà ! Tu pourras reprendre ton manteau ! Ca marche ? »
Facile pour lui. Mais en même temps, c'est l'occasion rêvée de tenter l'expérience de l'exhibition totale, sans risque. Je ne risque même pas d'être vue, il n'y a per***ne. Finalement, ce n'est que pour lui que je vais me mettre nue en pleine rue.
Un dernier coup d'œil aux alentours et je me décide.
Je laisse glisser l'imper dans mon dos et je le jette dans la voiture.
L'impression est indéfinissable. C'est du bonheur à l'état pur. Je me sens belle, désirable. Je sens la ville sur mon corps. Mes tétons pointent à m'en faire mal. Mon antre est trempé et de la cyprine s'en échappe et coule sur mes cuisses.
Je fais le tour du véhicule et m'arrête près de sa vitre avec une envie folle d'exciter cet homme.
Je malaxe mes seins et glisse une main vers mon ventre, puis sur mon sexe.
C'est étrange, mais je n'ai plus peur.
Je me masturbe avec frénésie en pleine rue. Je le vois qui sort *** sexe et qui se masturbe à *** tour en contemplant mes doigts qui vont et viennent dans ma chatte, juste devant *** nez.
Puis, je continu mon périple autour de la voiture. Mes talons hauts habillent ma démarche. Je sais mes jambes belles et galbées, mes reins creusés et mes fesses, dures, qui roulent à chaque pas.
Je suis de retour face à ma portière. Je me penche et là...surprise.
Il s'est assit à ma place.
J'imagine que c'est pour pouvoir encore profiter du spectacle, le plus possible. Alors je pense lui offrir ce qu'il désire en écartant mes grandes lèvres et en approchant mon sexe de lui pour qu'il le contemple de très près.
Un bruit, plus loin dans la rue, me sors de la béatitude dans laquelle je m'étais enveloppée et c'est avec regret que je reviens à la réalité.
« J'ai fait ce que vous vouliez. Rendez-moi mon manteau maintenant. »
« Mais oui, bien sur. Il est à mes pieds, prend-le ! »
Sans réfléchir plus, je me penche dans l'habitacle et tends mon bras vers le tapis de sol.
Naïve que je suis.

Une main puissante appuie sur ma nuque et plonge mon visage sous le ventre de l'homme. *** sexe et *** gland humide s'écrasent sur ma joue.
Surprise, je ne parviens pas à m'agripper et je perds l'équilibre. La glace pas totalement baissée, me fait un peu mal au ventre.
« Aille ! Qu'est ce que vous faite encore ? »
« T'a pas une petite idée ? Puisque t'es là, profite s'en pour me faire du bien ! »
Je comprends qu'il ne sert à rien de protester et que plus vite se serra fait, plus vite je pourrais couvrir mon corps.
Finalement, je ne dois pas être totalement sortie de mon étrange possession et l'odeur poivrée de *** sexe réveille mes envies de sexe.
Pliée en porte feuille sur la portière, je gâte cet homme, enfonçant sa queue loin dans ma gorge, alors que mes fesses ***t exposées à tous vents.
Une de ses mains appuie sur ma nuque, tandis que l'autre malaxe ma poitrine. Mais alors, à qui appartient celle qui vient de se poser sur mon dos et cette autre sur mon cul ?
Très vite mon sexe est fouillé et pénétré par de nombreux doigts. Mon clito est sollicité et branlé avec frénésie.
Mon plaisir monte et je vais jouir lorsque je sens un gland chaud se poser contre ma vulve.
Emportée dans un contentement incontrôlable, je pousse mon cul en arrière pour accueillir l'énorme pieu en moi.
J'accélère ma succion pour me mettre en rythme avec les coups de buttoir qui percutent maintenant mon utérus.
Des soubresauts m'annoncent la délivrance proche de l'inconnu. Je contracte mon vagin comme si j'avais peur qu'il m'échappe. Je ne peux retenir un cri de satisfaction quand un bouillonnement long et chaud inonde ma grotte.
« Ho ouiiii ! C'est bon ! Ouiiii ! Hummmm ! Encoreee ! »
Je ne pensais pas si bien dire, ni être exaucée si vite. A peine libérée, ma chatte est de nouveau remplie par un sexe encore plus gros, plus long. Impossible pour moi de voir mes baiseurs, mais je ne serrais pas étonnée qu'il s'agisse d'un black.
Ma pudeur, mes craintes, tout a disparu ne laissant de place que pour le plaisir et la jouissance.
Nouveaux soubresauts, nouvelles vagues de foutre qui remplie mon ventre de plaisirs bouillants.
Mes jambes me lâchent et je m'effondre épuisée sur la portière.
« Pousse-toi de là ! Lève-toi ! Ouvre la porte et viens t'asseoir ! Vite ! »
Cette succession d'ordres gâche quelque peu ma descente du plaisir intense que je viens de vivre grâce à ces deux...
Je ne saurais jamais qui ils étaient et à quoi ils ressemblaient. La rue est déserte, ils ont disparu.
Mon « mentor », pantalon baissé, a reprit sa place derrière le volant. Je m'installe et constate que mon imper n'est pas par terre. Je n'ai pas le temps de me poser plus de question. Il bascule mon dossier et avant même que je m'interroge je suis couchée sur le dos.
Près de ma tête, j'aperçois mon manteau sur la banquette arrière.
Avec une agilité déconcertante il se dégage de derrière le volant et en quelques secondes seulement il est sur moi et me couvre de *** corps.
« J'aime les putains quand elles ***t pleines ! Tu vas me régaler, salope ! »
Je m'écarte en grand et cale mes talons sur le tableau de bord. Je me fais langoureuse pour l'accueillir. Bras relevés, accrochée à l'appuie tête, j'ondule mon corps.
« Hooo ouiii ! Prend moi ! Prend moi ! »
Je le sens plonger en moi au milieu des liqueurs gluantes. De gros paquets gras s'échappent et coulent vers mon anus.
« Hummm ! Tu es remplie à ras bord, poufiasse ! Je vais te remplir encore, sale chienne ! »
Il me baise fort. Ses couilles frappent fort et éclaboussent mon cul des secrétions libérées.
« Ha ouiii ! Je jouiii ! Tiens prend ca, salope ! Et encore ca ! Sac à foutre ! Ouiii ! »
Je sens ma chatte qui refoule le trop plein de liquide dans des bruits de succions et de ventouses.
Haletant, il s'effondre sur moi un instant. Puis, il se redresse péniblement et rejoint sa place tout en remontant *** pantalon.
Je reste allongée encore un instant pour finir de savourer le plaisir que j'ai reçu, jusqu'au moment ou...
« Putain ! Lève-toi ! Salope ! T'es en train de niquer mon siège ! Dégage ! Sors de là ! Merde ! »
Il ouvre ma porte et me pousse dehors. Me voilà une fois de plus nue en pleine rue.
« Donnez-moi mon manteau ! S'il vous plait ! Donnez-moi mon manteau ! »
Il s'en fou. Il a refermé la portière et frotte *** siège avec un mouchoir.
Je sens du sperme froid couler le long de mes cuisses. Je me sens vulnérable et humiliée.
Des larmes me montent aux yeux lorsque je le vois démarrer la voiture et se dégager de la place de stationnement.
« Salaud ! Mon manteau ! Salaud ! »
Il démarre sur les chapeaux de roues en faisant crisser ses pneus.
Je reste comme une conne au milieu de la rue, ne sachant plus quoi faire.
Il a parcouru cent mètres, lorsqu'il s'arrête. Il ouvre sa glace et jette mon imperméable dans le caniveau.
Surement dans l'intention de réveiller tout le quartier, il klaxonne plusieurs secondes et redémarre dans un vrombissement d'enfer.
Je cours avec mes talons, au risque de me tordre une cheville. Mais je n'ai pas de temps à perdre, plusieurs lumières se ***t déjà rallumées et des volets s'ouvrent.
Je me cache entre deux voitures pour enfiler mon manteau et je reste prostrée là plusieurs minutes attendant que les lumières s'éteignent de nouveau.
Je remonte la rue en longeant les murs. Je ramasse au passage le mouchoir qu'il avait jeté pour m'essuyer un peu.
Je mettrais trois quart d'heure pour retrouver ma voiture et rentrer enfin chez moi.

Pris par plusieurs mecs



J'aime bien être attaché et il m'arrive de m'attacher tout seul.
Ce vendredi, après une semaine éreintante, je vais sur une petite ile de la rivière voisine.
C'est une ile accessible à pied avec de l'eau jusqu'à la poitrine.
Dans mon sac à dos, tous ce qu'il faut pour passer une bonne soirée bien calme.
Des cordes, dont plusieurs préparées en bracelets, des serre-câbles, une pince coupante et une bouteille d'eau congelée avec une ficelle prise dans la glace.
Dans la partie aval de l'ile, il y a quelques petits bancs de sable et c'est là que je choisi de m'installer.
Je me baigne nu et profite des derniers rayons de soleil.
Je suspends la bouteille à une branche haute et attache la pince coupante à la ficelle qui sort du goulot.
Compte tenu de la chaleur, la glace va fondre assez vite mais comme la bouteille conserve l'eau glacée, la fonte va être ralentie, je pense que cela va durer 5 à 6h avant que la glace laisse tomber la pince qui servira à me détacher.
Avec des cordes je m'attache les chevilles écartées le plus possible à une longue branche qui trainait au sol.
Je me passe un bracelet de cordes autour des épaules, un peu comme un sac à dos, je l'ai préparé pour être le plus serré possible.
J'écoute une dernière fois s'il n'y a pas de pêcheurs ou de baigneurs attardés qui trainent mais comme c'est assez loin d'un village et qu'il n'y a pas vraiment d'accès facile, je n'attends pas longtemps avant de passer un bracelet de corde autour de mes poignets dans mon dos et de le fermer inéluctablement avec un serre-câbles que je passe autour des cordes entre mes poignets...
Je ne peux déjà plus me libérer, je suis obligé d'attendre que la glace fonde dans la bouteille et laisse tomber la pince coupante.
En me tortillant beaucoup, je réussi à passer un long serre-câbles le long de mon dos derrière le bracelet entourant mes épaules puis à le refermer en le passant entre mes poignets.
Je peux maintenant remonter mes poignets dans mon dos, entre mes épaules... je ne tire pas trop fort car je sais que j'ai longtemps à attendre mais mes poignets ***t quand même résolument relevés.
Avec de la peine je me tourne sur le ventre, c'est plus confortable, et il ne reste plus qu'a attendre... malgré la chaleur un fris*** parcourt mon corps...
Le soleil se cache derrière les arbres, cela fait certainement 3h que je suis là, je jette un coup d'œil sur la bouteille, la glace prend *** temps pour fondre... ça ne fait rien, j'ai le temps...
Je crois que je me suis assoupi un moment... ce ***t des cris qui me réveillent... des voix d'hommes... ils ***t apparemment sur l'ile et je ne les ai pas entendus venir.
Un regard sur la bouteille, la pince coupante est toujours là haut... j'espère que ces mecs vont bientôt repartir sans me voir.
Au lieu de ça, les voix se font plus fortes, j'entends maintenant franchement des pas s'approcher.
Je regarde inquiet dans la direction des voix, j'aperçois plusieurs silhouettes.
Je ne peux rien faire, je tire sur les cordes, j'essaie de ramper, je ne peux pas bouger d'un centimètre.
- Henri, vient voir ce qui est là, un homme attaché... à poil, je ne sais pas s'il vit encore.
Ils s'approchent les deux de moi, m'observent...
- Il est vivant, il faut le détacher.
Les autres du groupe les ont rejoints, ils ***t une dizaine.
Celui qui m'a découvert se baisse pour me détacher les chevilles quand du fond du groupe l'un d'entre eux dit :
- Attend un moment, tu vois ça, une bouteille avec une ficelle prise dans de la glace à laquelle une pince coupante est attachée... je crois que le mec s'est attaché tout seul et attend que la pince tombe pour se détacher.
- Tu crois ?
- Regarde toi-même
- Alors... c'est toi qui t'es attaché ou bien quelqu'un d'autre ?
- Foutez-moi la paix, cassez-vous !
- Je crois que monsieur à envie que nous le laissions seul, et nous qui sommes venus pour faire une bonne fête... qu'est que vous en pensez ?
- Des mecs comme ça, je leurs donne une trempe. Allez, met toi debout.
Je l'observe et vois qu'il retire sa ceinture.
- Dépêche-toi
Et déjà sa ceinture claque fortement sur mes fesses, je me débats autant que je peux pour éviter ses coups qui se suivent rapidement.
- Alors, tu te lèves ou je continue.
- Je ne peux pas me lever mais arrête tes conneries...
- Mes conneries ? Tiens, tiens... mettez le debout
Dit-il à ses collègues.
Deux d'entre eux me soulèvent, je suis debout, les jambes très écartées.
Je continue quand même à me défendre du plus que je le peux.
- Monsieur peut beaucoup trop bouger, je trouve...
Une main se saisi du serre-câbles qui remonte mes poignets dans mon dos et tire dessus, mes poignets ***t maintenant montés entre mes épaules... ça me fait mal.
- Arrête, ça me fais mal les bras et les épaules...
- Si tu peux encore gueuler comme ça c'est que je peux encore tirer
Chose dite, chose faite, il tire tellement qu'il me soulève du sol, mes poignets ***t bloqués entre mes épaules, je ne peux plus les bouger.
- Comme ça, tu vas voir ce que c'est que de prendre une volée
- On va t'aider...

Je les vois retirer tous leur ceinture et s'approcher de moi, les coups commencent à pleuvoir me faisant crier.
Je me tords de douleur, je me laisse tomber à genoux.
Ils me remettent debout, prennent une corde qui trainait encore par terre et la passe entre mes poignets puis par-dessus une branche d'arbre...
Ils me suspendent sur la pointe de mes pieds qui s'enfoncent dans le sol mou... mes mains ***t encore plus tirées entre mes épaules et là, j'ai vraiment mal maintenant.
- Arrêtez maintenant... j'ai trop mal aux bras
- On veut seulement s'occuper de tes fesses.
Les coups de ceintures recommencent à pleuvoir et je ne peux plus y échapper...
Sur les fesses, le dos, le ventre, la poitrine... entre les mes cuisses qui ***t grandes ouvertes... partout en même temps.
Je me tortille encore plus de douleur, mes pieds ne touchent même plus le sol...
Il y en a un qui semble être plus vicieux que les autres, un coup de ceinture s'abat violemment sur mon sexe puis un autre et encore... je n'en peux plus, je hurle de douleur...
- Je crois que monsieur en a assez, qu'est-ce qu'on fait de lui ?
- Laisse tomber...
- J'ai envie de pisser, on pourrait lui pisser dessus
- Oui... pourquoi pas
Ils détachent la corde qui me suspend à la branche et me laisse tomber sur le ventre.
Celui qui a envie de pisser s'approche de moi, ouvre sa braguette et m'urine sur le dos.
- Moi aussi j'ai envie de pisser
- Et moi aussi
- Allez, on va tous lui pisser dessus
En quelques instants, je sens plusieurs jets de pisse se déverser sur moi, ils me pissent sur la tête, les épaules et le dos.
Un me pisse sur les fesses, il vise ma fente.
- Tu me donnes une envie, mettez-le à genoux...
Rapidement, je me retrouve à genoux, l'un me tient par la corde passée autour de mes épaules qui me font mal mais j'oublie cela rapidement... un jet de pisse arrose mon visage.
- Tiens lui la tête, j'ai envie de lui pisser dans la gueule.
- Non... pas ça...
Je n'ai pas le temps de finir ma phrase, qu'on m'attrape d'une main par les cheveux pour me maintenir la tête et de l'autre me presse sur le menton pour m'ouvrir la bouche... je ne veux certainement pas me laisser pisser dans la bouche... je serre mes dents l'une contre l'autre.
Je me défends comme je le peux...
- Il ne veut pas se laisser faire...Ce n'est pas grave, tu vas voir...
Je prends un coup de pied entre les jambes sur les œufs... alors là je l'ouvre ma bouche mais de douleur...
- Tu vois, il n'y a pas de problème et je suis sure que monsieur va même boire ma pisse s'il ne veut pas que je recommence.
Je sens la pisse couler sur mon visage, mes yeux et finalement il vise ma bouche qui se rempli de ce liquide chaud qui me dégoûte... je n'ai pas envie d'avaler cette cochonnerie mais je n'ose pas non plus la recracher.
Je sens une main se poser sur mes œufs qui me font encore mal...
- Tu veux que je passe un massage à ma façon ?
Bien sur que non, je me résigne à lui obéir et avale ce liquide qui m'écœure.
- Ma nana me taille des pipes superbes, vous croyez qu'il est meilleur qu'elle ?
- Non, je n'en peux plus et je ne suis pas un PD
- Ça ne fait rien, il ne faut pas être un PD pour sucer une queue... tu ouvres la bouche, la referme avec beaucoup de précaution autour de ma bite et tu aspires... tu va voir, ce n'est pas sorcier...
- Non, s'il vous plait... pas ça...
Il s'approche de moi, *** sexe dans la main...
- Allez, suce...
Et comme je ne veux pas obtempérer, une ceinture claque de nouveau sur mes fesses me ramenant à la réalité : je ne peux pas me défendre...
J'ouvre la bouche et il pointe *** sexe entre mes lèvres... il va et vient jusqu'au fond de ma gorge, sur ma langue, pousse sa verge bien dure à l'intérieur de mes joues, m'attrape par les cheveux et d'un coup je sens des giclées de *** sperme couler dans ma bouche... j'arrive à lui échapper, je crache autant que je peux... ça me coule sur le menton...
- Il a l'air de faire ça bien... allez suce moi aussi...
Un autre vient en face moi je dois le sucer... que je le veuille ou pas... je n'ai pas le choix...
Plusieurs d'entre eux s'approchent de moi... sortent leur verge de leur pantalon et se masturbent autour de moi qui suce...
Un éjaculateur précoce m'arrose le visage de *** sperme... puis un autre pendant que celui que je suce vide ses œufs au fond de ma gorge...
À peine s'est-il retirer qu'une autre verge entre dans ma bouche... je n'ai même pas eu le temps de cracher le foutre de l'autre.
Je dois les sucer les uns après les autres... ils aspergent mon visage de sperme qui ruisselle sur mon ventre... je n'ose même plus ouvrir les yeux.
Je ne sais pas combien de temps cela dure... mes bras ***t endoloris de douleur... je ne sais même pas combien ils ***t... une dizaine surement... mais il y en a qui doivent revenir plusieurs fois se faire sucer...
- Il m'excite ce mec... j'ai envie de l'enculer...
- Non !
Ils me penchent en avant, les fesses en l'air...
Je n'ai aucune envie d'être sodomisé et me laisse glisser sur le ventre...
Ce qui ne sert pas à grand-chose... ses copains me remettent à genoux... il s'empare de mes œufs, tire sur mon sac, y enroule une cordelette qu'il noue solidement et fixe l'autre extrémité à la branche qui maintien mes chevilles écartées puis il m'appuie sur le dos pour me pousser en avant et tire sur mes œufs.
- Si tu ne veux pas que je t'arrache les couilles tu as intérêt à bien me montrer ton cul...
Mes fesses ***t complètement ouvertes... il me colle une grande claque sur le séant, écarte encore plus mes fesses... il est à genoux derrière moi... le salop...
Il plante *** gland sur mon petit trou que je serre le plus possible...
- Il est bien serré, au lieu de te branler comme ça, envoie-lui une bonne giclée entre les fesses.
Il masse maintenant mon petit trou avec ses doigts et ce liquide chaud et visqueux qui coule entre mes fesses.

Il entre un doigt dans mon trou... il ***** pour y entrer un deuxième et probablement un troisième...
Je n'ai plus de ***** pour résister d'autant plus qu'il me pousse encore plus en avant pour me faire plus mal aux œufs.
Impitoyablement, je sens sa verge entrer dans mon petit trou... il va et vient jusqu'à ce que je cesse de serrer mon trou...
- Tu as aussi envie ?
- Je n'ai jamais bourré d'homme mais il faut bien essayer une fois.
Ils me prennent l'un après l'autre... mon petit trou est ouvert à toutes les verges... les minces et les grosses, les longues et les courtes...
- Eh, Jean, tu ne veux pas essayer ?
- Non, merci... les mecs, ce n'est pas ma tasse de thé...
- Tu ne vas quand même pas faire la fine bouche... on va t'aider...
Pendant qu'un continue à me prendre j'entends une courte bagarre derrière moi et Jean qui crie parce qu'il veut qu'on lui foute la paix.
- Tu vois bien Jean, tu bandes déjà...
- Allez sort de là, c'est au tour de Jean maintenant.
Apparemment, ils se sont mis plusieurs après Jean, le tienne fortement et l'approche de mon petit trou en guidant sa verge bien dure dans mon petit trou et le pousse fortement contre mes fesses il me semble que c'est lui qui a la verge la plus grosse et en même temps la plus longue, elle rempli mon trou complètement.
Il se débat, sort presque de mon trou mais ses copains le repousse de plus belle... je sens ses testicules claquer contre les miens.
- On va leur attacher les couilles ensemble.
Chose dite, chose faite... une cordelette s'enroule autour de nos sacs... jusqu'à ce qu'ils soient allongés au maximum, de la base de nos sexe jusqu'aux œufs.
Jean ne peux plus sortir de moi... ses tentatives pour essayer ne font que tirer sur nos œufs, en vérité, il ne peut plus que aller et venir dans mon trou et ses copains l'énerve probablement encore plus pour qu'il bouge encore plus... ils lui attachent également les mains dans le dos et s'amusent de lui...
- Eh, j'ai encore envie d'être pompési déjà je ne peux plus l'enculer...
Et il s'allonge en face de moi et me ***** à la sucer de nouveau... ils viennent les uns après les autres et je dois continuer à les pomper pendant que Jean se débat furieusement dans mon trou et tire férocement sur nos sacs.

Je ne sais pas combien de temps cela a duré... je me rappelle seulement que longtemps après que la pince coupante ait tombé sur le sol ils s'amusaient encore avec moi... Jean avait été libéré mais ils m'utilisaient maintenant comme pute à deux trous.
Lorsqu'ils m'on détaché, je suis tombé par terre, épuisé de fatigue et je me suis endormi jusqu'au matin...
Au réveil, j'étais nu sur la petite plage et j'ai tout d'abord pensé que j'avais rêvé mais mon petit trou m'a fait me souvenir que tout cela c'est bien passé.

Toujours aussi bon, merci

Ma belle Fille


Je m'appelle Denis est j'ai 61 ans, j'habite une petite ville au nord de Paris je suis veuf depuis 10 ans, ma femme est décédée d'une « longue maladie ». Nous avions un fils de 40 qui est décédé d'une crise cardiaque il y a 2 ans, il était marié avec une jolie femme et avait 2 fils de 12 et 10 ans.
Je ne m'entendais pas très bien avec ma belle fille et c'était réciproque, on se voyait de temps à autres, ça ce passait bien surtout avec mon fils et mes petits enfants, avec ma belle fille c'était un peu l'ignorance.
La mort tragique de mon fils, nous a un peu rapproché, elle ne travaillait pas, mon fils gagnait très bien sa vie et pouvait largement subvenir au besoin de sa famille. Cette situation à bien changé, après sa disparition et je proposai à ma belle fille de les aider dans la mesure de mes moyens.
Elle trouva du travail, mais leur vie a bien changée et quelques mois après, elle a été obligée de vendre la mai*** ne pouvant plus payer le remboursement du crédit.
Un soir, elle vient me voir en pleurs pour m'expliquer leur situation, n'ayant pas suffisamment de revenus (je suis à la retraite) je ne pouvais pas lui prêter les sommes pour garder sa mai***, mais lui proposa de l'héberger avec ses enfants chez moi, la mai*** est grande, chacun aurait sa chambre, il nous faudra partager les parties communes, mais avec un peu de bonne volonté et un peu d'organisation ça ne devrait pas poser de problème. Je lui demande de réfléchir et si elle est d'accord, je ferais quelques travaux pour faciliter nos existences communes.
Quelque jours après, elle me donne une réponse affirmative et ils emménagent à la mai*** et mettent la leur en vente. La vie commune semble ne pas poser de problème, bien au contraire, je m'occupe des enfants, leur fais faire leurs devoirs et prépare le dîner en attendant le retour de ma belle fille.
Le soir, après le dîner, les enfants vont se coucher, ma belle fille et moi regardons souvent un film ou un reportage à la télévision en échangeant quelques mots sur la vie scolaire des enfants (ils ***t super contents de cette situation, ils ont toujours quelqu'un pour s'occuper d'eux).
Un soir, nous regardions un film, et ma belle fille se mit à pleurer et posa sa tète sur mes genoux en me disant « heureusement que vous êtes là, que serions-nous devenus ». Je la consolais comme je pouvais en posant ma main sur *** bras, elle pleurait de plus belle, je lui dis qu'elle est très courageuse et qu'elle s'en serait sorti sans moi.
La main lui caresse le bras pour calmer *** chagrin et elle se blotti contre moi, comme l'aurait fait une petite fille. Depuis 10 ans je n'avais pas connu cette situation et bien malgré moi, je me mis à bander. Avec la position qu'elle avait, j'étais gêné et elle senti immédiatement mon émoi et sans dire un mot et en pleurant, me passe la main sur mon entrejambe puis ouvrit mon pantalon et sortit ma queue de mon slip pour le prendre de suite dans sa bouche. J'essayais de la repousser, mais elle me dit qu'elle en a envie et qu'il fallait que je me laisse faire.
Après quelques aller et retour, j'allais jouir et lui dit de se retirer, elle me répond que je vienne dans sa bouche et que depuis 2 ans qu'elle n'en a pas avalé elle en avait envie. J'éjaculais dans sa bouche et elle avala tout. Ses pleurs se ***t arrêtés et elle me remercie de ma gentillesse.
Elle se leva et alla faire un brin de toilette et à *** retour, elle me dit « vas te coucher, je viens te retrouver dans ta chambre ».
Je vais prendre une douche, et me met au lit. Quelques minutes après, elle vient me rejoindre dans le lit et sans attendre, elle me caresse, je lui rends ses caresses et m'aperçoit que sa chatte est trempée et qu'elle désire faire l'amour, sans attendre, elle se met sur moi à califourchon et d'une main saisi ma queue bien raide et la place à l'entrée de *** vagin, Celui-ci était tellement mouillé, que la bite entra sans difficulté. Nous fai***s l'amour sans retenu et me demande de la sodomiser, qu'elle ne l'avait jamais fait, mais qu'elle en avait toujours rêvé.

Nous nous mettons en position de 69 et elle dit ma queue dans sa bouche et ma langue investi sa chatte et je la lèche, en passant ma langue dans *** anus afin de bien le mouiller, puis je lui met un doigt dans *** petit trou en rentrant doucement une phalange, puis deux, j'ajoute un autre doigt et *** petit trou s'élargi de plus en plus, j'introduis un troisième doigt et me demande de le faire doucement parce que ça lui fait mal, Je retire mes doigts et passant ma langue pour bien la lubrifier et quand *** petit trou est bien mouillé, je replace mes doigts et elle me demande d'aller plus vite mes mouvements et qu'elle va jouir. Sa jouissance ne se fit pas attendre et elle éjacula un flot de cyprine sur mes doigts elle me demande d'y mettre ma queue, ce que je fis tout doucement afin que *** cul s'écarte bien. Ma bite s'enfonça entière dans *** derrière et sans attendre, je lui lâchais plusieurs décharges de mon jus.
Elle me dit qu'elle n'avait jamais joui comme cela et qu'elle voulait bien que notre relation continue, mais que ses enfants ne s'en aperçoivent pas.
Il est évident que cela m'arrangeais aussi. Nous fai***s l'amour 2 à 3 fois pas semaine, elle attend toujours que les enfants dorment pour me rejoindre. Notre vie de famille et de complicité avait changée et quand nous étions ensemble, nos yeux brillaient de désir.
Malgré notre réserve devant les enfants, ceux-ci s'en aperçurent sans bien comprendre, mais n'étaient pas dupe de notre complicité, nous nous en sommes pas aperçu, jusqu'au jour a table au cour du dîner, le plus jeune nous a dit : « C'est bien d'avoir à nouveau une vraie famille ».
Avec ma belle fille, nous nous sommes regardés et nous nous mimes à rire, et devant les enfants, je me suis levé pour aller l'embrasser sur la bouche sous les applaudissements des enfants. Depuis, nous partageons la même chambre tout les soirs et pour les enfants, je suis le papy et le papa

Jenny, comme on la surnomme, beau petit brun de femme de 32 ans, mariée, deux enfants en bas âge et un mari qui souhaiterait lui faire le troisième afin de la bloquer à la mai***. Couple bourgeois, elle s'ennuie en garde chiots, préférant le monde du travail et les relations avec les adultes.
Dernièrement, je suis appelé chez elle tôt le matin à cause d'une souris qui la fait fris***ner de dégoût. Lorsque j'arrive dans la mai***, je trouve Jenny en chemise de nuit coton pas très sexy mais très courte.Elle se tient dans la cuisine avec *** garçon qui déjeune, la fille étant déjà retournée au lit. Il me faut chercher la souris et pour cela il faut que je me baisse pour regarder sous le mobilier.J'en profite pour mâter sous sa chemise dès que la situation me le permet. Elle ne semble pas porter attention à ma conduite. Je peux distinguer sa culotte en coton modèle très sage qui ne laisse rien voir de *** intimité. Par contre je note l'absence de soutien-gorge et me régale de la vue de sa poitrine qui avec les deux grossesses et l'allaitement n'en est que plus agréable, elle doit faire un bon 90C, avec des tétons bien érigés...
La vue de tous ses attributs me donne une érection que je tente de dissimuler du mieux que je puisse. Finalement, on trouve l'intruse qui en profite pour repartir d'où elle vient. Je prends congés à regret et dans ma tête je commence à fantasmer en me disant qu'elle aurait pu s'habiller avant mon arrivée,à moins que ?
Je me dis,qu'il me faut trouver un complice qui gagnerait sa confiance,la séduirait et qui après avoir consommé la belle, me permettrait à mon tour de bénéficier de ses charmes.
Pas facile, mais pas impossible.
C'est ainsi que je vais profiter d'un évènement familiale pour la mettre en rapport avec un ami de 15 ans plus âgé qu'elle, très séducteur, amateur de jolie femme avec beaucoup de charisme et de tacts. Célibataire,il passe *** temps à séduire et une fois qu'il est parvenu à ses fins, il remercie, le tout avec un brin de perversité.
Alain qui ne connait pas Jenny et inversement me semble être le per***nage idéal.
Ce soir là, elle est habillée d'une jupe ample en jean's, de bottes, d'un chemisier avec un pull sur les épaules, rien de sexy mais qui lui donne cet air de bonne bourgeoisie.
Je fais les présentations et je remarque que le charme opère de suite, pas un coup de foudre, mais un déclic...
Alain ne sait pas encore ce que j'attends de lui.
Je les laisse en discussion, m'éloigne tout en gardant un oil discret sur eux. Le connaissant, je sais que Jenny ne le laisse pas indifférent. Plusieurs minutes s'écoulent, ils ***t toujours en discussion, je me rapproche en même temps que le mari de Jenny qui se présente et emmène sa femme plus loin, peut-être a t il peur pour sa moitié.
Il me dit: tu m'avais caché que tu avais une belle fille si agréable...etc.etc.
C'est pour moi le moment de proposer mon plan.
Je lui dis: effectivement, dommage qu'elle soit ma belle fille( fille de mon amie), mais toi tu n'es pas concerné par ce lien!

Je lui fais du coup état de mon projet, auquel il adhère de suite. Elle ne m'est pas indifférente et je suis certain qu'il y a une possibilité de parvenir à nos fins.
En quelques minutes le plan est validé. Le restant de la soirée, il lui fera une cour discrète tout en faisant attention de ne pas éveiller chez le mari les moindres soupçons.

Trois semaines plus tard.
Je retrouve Alain, je n'ai pas osé le relancer avant. De suite notre conversation se porte sur Jenny. Il a eu l'occasion de la rencontrer à deux reprises, une fois au supermarché sur mes indications puis en ville l'ayant conviée à prendre un verre dans un endroit neutre. Suite à ce contact, elle a consenti à lui donner *** numéro de portable, lui demandant d'être discret et prudent sur les horaires où il serait susceptible de l'appeler.
Je pense en moi même que tout cela semble bien engagé, d'autant que lors de leur rencontre elle n'a pas refusé de lui laisser ses coordonnées.
Du coup, je lui fais part du planning de *** mari, insistant sur le fait qu'il lui arrive de partir plusieurs jours, laissant Jenny seule avec les enfants. Or il se trouve qu'il est absent jusqu'à la fin de semaine.
Il décroche de suite *** téléphone et j'assiste à sa façon de faire pour la rencontrer le soir même.
Jenny c'est Alain.
Je sais que tu es seule en ce moment et je souhaiterai te voir ce soir...
Débats sur la proposition et finalement, elle accepte qu'il passe mais pas trop tôt, les enfants, *** mari qui appelle,etc...
Il raccroche fier de lui et me lance: la belle oie blanche, je vais la déniaiser.
J'ai une nuit des plus agitée.
Le lendemain, j'attends l'appel d'Alain qui doit me rapporter sa soirée. A 14H ne tenant plus,je l'appelle et lui demande où il en est?
Et voici ce qu'il m'en dit:
Je suis arrivé volontairement plus tôt que prévu. Les enfants étaient couchés mais Philippe *** mari n'avait pas encore téléphoné, ce qui l'ennuyait profondément. De ce fait, elle me demanda d'être discret lorsqu'il le ferait, qu'elle me laisserait seul le temps de lui répondre.
Elle était habillé avec sa jupe en jean's, d'un body laissant apparaitre la naissance de sa poitrine dépourvue de tout maintien, ses tétons pointaient fièrement sous le frêle tissus.
J'avais apporté une bouteille de champagne, elle en était à sa troisième coupe lorsque *** mari se manifesta.
Elle décrocha et voulut se lever et s'isoler pour répondre. Je l'en ai dissuadé et l'ai retenu en lui passant mon bras droit autour du cou, elle se retrouvait coincée ou dans l'obligation de dire qu'elle n'était pas seule.
Profitant de *** embarras et de la situation, j'ai commencé par lui donner de petits bisous sur la joue alors qu'elle conversait avec lui, puis ma main gauche se posa sur sa poitrine, elle était mortifiée. Continuant mon exploration, ma main disparut sous le body, me permettant de palper ses attributs mammaires, roulant entre le pouce et l'index les pointes qui ne cessaient de s'ériger. Elle était sans défense et mon excitation grandissante. Elle cherchait à se soustraire à mon audace d'autant que chaque fois qu'elle me faisait face, j'en profitais pour poser mes lèvres sur les siennes. Nous échangions de bref baisers, mais dans l'obligation de répondre à *** mari, elle se détournait.
Je retirais ma main de sous *** body et la posait sur *** genou, *** visage exprimait ses craintes. Tout en la regardant, ma main remontait le long de ses cuisses, mon mouvement avait pour effet de retrousser sa jupe me rapprochant inexorablement de *** trésor caché.
La sensation était des plus agréables, elle subissait sans pouvoir se soustraire et en même temps je voyais que cela l'excitait. Je lui chuchotait de s'ouvrir, après quelques réticences,elle finit par céder et je plaquais ma main sur *** sexe que je sentais humide au travers de ses collants. J'aurai préféré qu'elle porte des bas c'est plus sexy et m'aurait permis de glisser mon doigt sous l'élastique de sa culotte, c'est quelque chose que j'adore. Voulant la mettre mal à l'aise, je la basculais sur le canapé, dans le mouvement je profitais de crocheter collant et culotte et de baisser le tout jusqu'à mi-cuisse. Elle se retrouvait sur le dos, les jambes relevées, sa chatte s'offrait à mes yeux,sur ses lèvres fines perlait au travers d'une toi*** châtain sa liqueur d'amour qui trahissait *** envie. Mon visage sur porta sur ce trésor, ma langue s'infiltra dans ce sillon humide, remontant jusqu'à *** clitoris dressé comme une petite bite. C'était tout simplement divin de boire ce nectar en l'entendant parler à *** homme. Elle avait de plus en plus de mal à masquer le plaisir que je lui procurais et à l'autre bout, il devait se demander ce qui se passait.
Ma perversité, me poussa à me relever entre ses cuisses, à ouvrir et descendre mon pantalon.Mon sexe que aucun tissu ne recouvrait, se redressa à l'horizontale.
Elle était consciente que l'irréparable allait se produire. Je pouvais lire dans ses yeux le désir qui me disait: pénètre moi, prends possession de mon corps, je suis à toi.
Quand je me suis penché pour la posséder, elle prit mon sexe en main,le fit coulisser le long de sa chattoune, ses lèvres happèrent mon gland,j e poussais mon ventre en avant et mon membre millimètre par millimètre pris place dans *** ventre.
Me couchant sur elle, j'entendis *** mari lui dire: chérie je t'aime, tu me manques...elle répondit moi aussi et raccrocha.
Nos lèvres se soudèrent, j'amplifiais mon mouvement dans *** sexe, la perforant jusqu'à l'utérus.Je ressortais de *** antre juteux pour mieux y replonger. Après quelques minutes, je me bloquais au plus profond de *** ventre, ses muscles vaginaux aspiraient mon sexe qui grossissait annonçant une explosion de foutre abondante.De ses mains elle m'immobilisa, ne voulant sans doute pas que je me retire. Je me laissais aller et de puissants jets imbibaient sa grotte d'amour. Dans le même élan, elle se laissait aller à un orgasme foudroyant.Nous sommes restés immobile, soudés un long moment. Quand mon sexe perdit de sa prestance elle me proposa d'aller nous allonger dans le lit conjugale.
Je la déshabillais entièrement. Je caressais le moindre morceau de chair. Nous sommes montés à l'étage, passant devant la chambre des enfants, elle fit une halte pour voir si tout se passait bien. En se penchant pour faire une bise à sa fille dans *** sommeil, je ne pus m'empêcher de me coller à elle, ses fesses tendues me redonnèrent une érection. J' ai plaqué mes mains sur ses seins, ma bite plongea dans sa chatte, quelques va et viens et un nouveau flot de sperme tapissait *** vagin. Nous avons rejoint sa chambre, lové l'un contre l'autre, nous avons discuté de ce qui venait de se passer. Je lui demandais si c'était la première fois qu'elle trompait *** mari. Avec du mal elle reconnut qu'il y avait eu un précédent qui avait commencé le soir de *** mariage et qui c'était poursuivis jusqu'à la naissance de *** fils, avec un ami de *** beau-père. Le restant de la nuit fut entre-coupé d'échange sexuel et de sommeil. Tout y est passé, de la fellation jusqu'à la sodomie (qu'elle refuse à *** mari) au petit matin avant que je ne prenne congés vers 5H.
A sa question de savoir si on allait se revoir, je lui ai répondu: peut-être...
Je lui ai conseillé à l'avenir de porter des tenues plus sexy, que je préférais les bas au collant, elle m'a sourit. Nous nous sommes étreint une dernière fois sur le pas de la porte et je suis rentré.
Maintenant c'est à toi d'en profiter...
Inutile de vous dire que j'avais une trique d'enfer,dans mon esprit mon plan était prêt.

Excellent, merci

Suite.....



Jenny est passée avec Philippe et les enfants ce week-end.Elle ignore que je suis au courant de *** comportement avec Alain.Chaque fois qu'elle se penche,je ne peux m'empêcher de mâter ses fesses en me disant:prochainement, je te ferais prendre la même position mais sans tissus dessus.
Nous sommes Mardi en début d'après midi, je suis tout près de chez elle,*** mari est parti depuis dimanche soir et ne rentrera que jeudi en soirée,il est 13h15.
Elle emmène *** fils à l'école qui est à deux pas,la petite doit déjà être au lit pour sa sieste.
De ce que j'en vois,elle porte un corsaire noir et un top rouge ainsi qu'un gilet,il fait relativement doux en cette fin Mars.
Quelques minutes,elle ré-apparait,je descends de la voiture et viens à sa rencontre.
Tu es perdu dans le quartier? me dit elle.
Je ne savais pas où prendre un café et j'ai tout naturellement pensé à toi.
Tu as bien fait? la petite dort,ne fais pas de bruit.
Je m'installe volontairement sur une sorte de chaise qu'elle a dans *** salon.
Nous échangeons quelques banalités,le temps pour elle de faire le café ainsi que *** thé.
J'en profite pour la détailler,*** corsaire est très moulant me laissant voir les marques de sa culotte de même que le bombé de *** pubis,sous *** top je crois deviner un soutien-gorge pigeonnant, ce qui m'est confirmé lorsqu'elle se penche sur la table basse du salon en déposant ma tasse.
Commencerait elle à porter des tenues plus affriolantes ?
Elle s'assoit sur le canapé face à moi.
Le temps d'avaler notre bois*** et je me jette à l'eau.
Tu as des nouvelles d'Alain depuis la soirée?
Alain,quel Alain ? Ah oui ton copain.
Oui,mon copain,tu l'as revu ?
Elle semble embarrassée par le sujet.
Nous nous sommes croisés au supermarché quelques jours après cette fameuse soirée.
Pourquoi fameuse soirée ?
J'ai du donner des explications à Philippe,il pensait que nous nous connaissions.
Il est jaloux ?
Oui,comme tout homme.
Et toi tu l'es ?
Sans plus.
Alain m'a dit que vous aviez pris un verre sur Lille également !
Mon propos lui donne une bouffée de chaleur,elle cherche une réponse qui ne vient pas.
Effectivement, il m'a demandé si il était possible de se voir dans des conditions plus amicales et nous nous sommes revus un après midi.
Je crois savoir que c'est toi qui a proposé à Alain de prendre un verre de façon plus privée.
Et Philippe n'est pas au courant ?
Bien sûr que non,il penserait quoi!
Il penserait que sa petite femme est une salope !!

Qu'est ce qui te prends de me dire cela.
Je présume qu'il n'est pas au courant pour Mercredi dernier non plus !
Elle ne sait plus ce qui lui arrive,elle cherche à s'expliquer mes ses propos ***t des plus incohérents.
Lève toi et retire tes frusques,garde uniquement tes sous-vêtements.
Mais tu n'y penses pas et maman.
Laisse ta mère hors de ceci et exécute.
Elle ne peut plus réfléchir,elle se lève et entreprend de faire ce que je lui demande.A l'étroit dans mon pantalon,je le descends ainsi que mon caleçon sur mes chevilles.
Mon sexe est dressé,les yeux de Jenny fixent mon membre tout en retirant ses habits.
C'est merveilleux de la voir se dévêtir uniquement pour moi et sous la contrainte.
Je me caresse en la regardant,elle est devant moi en sous-vêtements,dans quelques instants je serai dans *** ventre, il faut que je me calme sinon je réponds de rien.
Dégrafe ton soutien gorge,regarde moi dans les yeux.
Elle réagit comme une automate,je peux admirer de près cette poitrine qui m'a fait fantasmer cet été sur la plage.
Rapproche toi et mets tes mains derrière ta nuque.
La voici complètement offerte à mon regard.
Encore plus près.
La saisissant par la taille je l'oblige à se placer au dessus de mes cuisses,cela la contraint à écarter ses jambes me donnant la vision de *** pubis encore plus saillant que tout à l'heure.
Je lui baisse se frêle rempart jusqu'au genoux,*** sexe est tel que me l'a décrit Alain.
Une fine toi*** avec des lèvres pas très conséquentes.
Je saisis le mien dans l'étoffe de sa culotte et je me masturbe,avec l'autre je pars à la découverte de ce trésor.Je ne suis pas surpris de constater que la situation bien ************** par certains cotés ne laisse pas Jenny indifférente.Mes doigts n'ont aucun mal à se faufiler dans la moiteur de sa chatte.*** clitoris est érigé tout comme celui de sa mère dans les mêmes conditions.
Ses seins ballotent sous mes yeux,j'avance ma bouche et entreprends de sucer ses attributs mammaires qui réagissent au contact de mes lèvres et de ma langue.Jenny n'est pas insensible à mes attouchements,je ressens sous mes doigts qu'elle mouille de plus en plus et des petits gémissements de contentements sortent de sa bouche.
Je lui fait subir ce traitement quelques minutes,elle est clitoridienne je le sens bien.Aussi perdant toute notion de bien ou de mal,elle se laisse aller à un orgasme retenu.Je lui dis de se lâcher et c'est totalement libérée qu'elle enchâine sur une deuxième jouissance plus ***ore.
Elle tremble sur ses jambes,elle halète mais je ne lui laisse pas le temps de se reprendre.
Je retire ma main,lui demande de se saisir de ma queue et de la présenter à l'entrée de *** puits d'amour.
Elle s'exécute,décalotte mon gland,le frotte sur sa chatte,sentant le conduit vaginal s'ouvrir,je donne une poussée en avant,l'empalant sur mon sexe que je n'ai jamais vu si volumineux.
Elle s'abandonne aux plaisirs de ma queue dans *** ventre et d'elle même impose le rythme de notre coït.
Elle monte et descends sur ma colonne de chair.
A chaque immersion au plus profond de *** ventre,je me retiens pour ne pas me lâcher trop vite,ne voulant pas mettre un terme au plaisir de la posséder ainsi.
Sentant toutefois qu'il m'est difficile de me retenir plus longuement,je la saisis aux hanches et la pénètre totalement,mon sexe a décuplé et de longs jets de sperme fusent dans *** utérus.
Cela déclenche un orgasme encore plus bruyant du fond de sa gorge et elle s'affale sur moi,ses seins s'écrasant contre mon torse.
Je constate avec ravissement qu'elle est à la fois clitoridienne et vaginale.
Nous restons collés l'un à l'autre quelques minutes et c'est la petite sans doute réveillée par les feulements de plaisir de sa mère qui nous ramène à la réalité.
Elle se relève,envisage de se rhabiller ce que je lui interdit.
Monte ainsi,va chercher la petite.
C'est en petite culotte qu'elle revient dans le salon,me donne l'enfant et s'en retourne dans la cuisine pour lui préparer *** goûter.Je la regarde se déhancher ainsi et une nouvelle érection prends forme dans mon pantalon.
Quand la mixture est prête, elle assoit la gamine dans sa chaise et commence à lui donner.
Je lui intime de rester debout,l'obligeant à se pencher en avant pour donner le petit suisse à l'enfant.
Je me mets dans *** dos,lui retire cette fois sa culotte,redescends mon pantalon et mon caleçon jusqu'au chevilles.Je m'accroupis,écarte ses fesses et avec ma langue je viens agacer *** oillet plissé.
Elle ne dit rien,mon muscle buccal pénètre à peine sa fleur anale mais elle ne refuse pas le traitement,elle me demande juste de ne pas la sodomiser,pas aujourd'hui.
Je me redresse.Toujours penché sur la petite,je l'oblige à s'ouvrir,place mon gland entre ses cuisses,elle fléchit les genoux pour me favoriser l'accès à sa chatte et je la possède à nouveau sous les yeux innocents de la petite.
Elle ondule légèrement du bassin,ses parois vaginales enserrent mon sexe,elle le masse avec beaucoup de douceur,trop d'ailleurs,me contractant au fond de *** ventre,j'éjacule à nouveau dans cet écrin soyeux,égoïstemment.
Je me réajuste,elle prends la petite et la mets dans *** parc puis revient vers moi.
Je la prends dans mes bras,elle se blottit en dedans,nos lèvres se joignent,nos langues s'enroulent,notre étreinte se fait sous les yeux de l'enfant,heureusement qu'elle ne parle pas.
Surveille la une minute,je vais me rafraichir.
Lorsqu'elle redescends,elle a enfilé une nuisette en satin très courte sans rien dessous.
Elle s'assoit sur mes genoux,ouvrant ses cuisses de façon presque indécente,ma main glisse jusqu'à *** sexe et se pose dessus.
Ne la bouge pas,reste comme cela me dit elle.
Je ne peux empêcher néanmoins mon index de fouiller *** intimité,massant délicatement *** clitoris encore gonflé de plaisir.
Nos regards se croisent et des milliers de questions parcourent notre esprit.
Nos lèvres se soudent l'une à l'autre plusieurs fois.
J'aimerai rester des heures ainsi.
Et maintenant,que fai***s nous? me demande t elle.
Où en es tu avec ton mari?
Il ne pense qu'a *** travail,j'ai besoin d'autre chose.
Alain,moi,il y en a d'autres ?
Non,je ne suis pas ce que tu crois,je suis seule c'est tout et je préfère les hommes mûres,marre des ambitieux qui ne pensent qu'a leur carrière.
Je passe tout à l'heure à la mai*** pour déposer les enfants,je préfèrerais que tu ne sois pas là,du moins pas après cet après midi.
Je ne le serai pas,par contre je viens demain matin pour 8H,nous irons faire les achats que t'a conseillé Alain.Si tu pouvais me recevoir avec cette nuisette j'en serai très heureux.
Je le serai pour ton plaisir.
Nous nous sommes encore une fois embrassé,je l'ai quitté heureux de savoir qu'il y aura encore d'autres moments à partager.
S'en était terminé pour ce jour.

Il est 8h15 lorsque j'arrive chez Jenny, elle m'ouvre la porte habillée de sa nuisette en satin comme je lui ai demandé hier après-midi.
D'emblée je me colle à elle et nous échangeons un baiser, j'en profite pour glisser ma main sous le satin et constate qu'elle est nue dessous. J'empoigne ses fesses et mon doigt glisse dans sa raie fessière descendant jusqu'au périnée.
Montons dans ta chambre nous y serons beaucoup mieux que je lui glisse à l'oreille.
Ok, je prends juste le téléphone Philippe doit m'appeler dans quelques minutes.
Nous entrons, le lit n'est pas encore fait, je retire mes vêtements et lui demande de garder sa nuisette.
Quel bonheur d'être dans ce lit, combien de fois j'ai imaginé Jenny nue dans *** lit en train de faire l'amour et aujourd'hui mon rêve le plus fou se concrétise. Nous nous embras***s, nos mains glissent sur nos corps respectifs et petit à petit j'arrive à la faire se mettre en position inverse me permettant ainsi de poser ma bouche sur *** minou et lui donner la possibilité d'en faire tout autant avec mon sexe.
Nous nous cares***s buccalement parlant, ma langue explore l'intérieur de sa chatte, je me délecte de *** nectar intime, mes mains empoignent ses seins, ses tétons se dressent et se durcissent. Il n'est pas un recoin de *** intimité qui ne subit pas la fouille de mon muscle, j'aspire *** clitoris, le mordille par moment, Jenny n'est pas en reste, sa bouche s'active sur ma queue.
Nous en sommes encore aux préliminaires lorsque le téléphone ***ne...
Après trois ***nerie, Jenny décroche, pour ma part je continue à explorer *** nid d'amour, par instant mon nez bute sur *** oeillet, l'odeur qui s'en dégage est très agréable, je pense qu'elle a du se préparer avec soin.
Au téléphone *** mari lui demande si elle a passé une bonne soirée et si tout va bien.Elle lui répond qu'elle se sent en pleine forme allant jusqu'à pousser le vice à lui dire: dommage que tu sois si loin...
Je suis plus que bandé, tout comme Alain j'ai une envie subite de la prendre, *** mari en faux voyeur décuplant mon excitation.
Je m'extrais sans faire trop de bruit,Jenny qui a compris mon désir se positionne en levrette, les fesses bien relevées, m'offrant l'accès à sa chatte que j'investis aussitôt. Je plonge au plus profond de *** intimité alors qu'elle essaie de garder *** mari en lui disant qu'elle va aller faire des achats en ville et notamment de la lingerie pour lui être encore plus désirable. Au réponse qu'elle lui donne je crois comprendre qu'il lui fait part de ce qu'il aimerait qu'elle porte. Pas de soucis mon chéri, je vais remplir la commode.
Quelques banalités puis elle raccroche alors que je m'active dans ses reins.
Je me retire, elle se retourne, ouvre le compas de ses cuisses et je réinvestis *** nid douillet. Nos deux corps ne font plus qu'un, mon sexe va et viens, j'alterne avec des pénétrations courtes ou longues, arrachant des soupirs de contentement de la bouche de ma belle fille qui manifestement apprécie notre accouplement **********. Je résiste du mieux que je puisse pour ne pas éjaculer trop vite, je veux faire durer notre baise et Jenny me donne l'impression d'avoir de courtes jouissances à chaque fois que je percute *** utérus.
Refusant de jouir trop rapidement, je me retire de cet écrin et je m'empresse de la caresser afin de lui procurer un plaisir clitoridien. Mon doigt agace sa petite excroissance devenu très sensible du traitement qu'elle subit depuis plus d'une heure.Je la sens prête à avoir un orgasme important, aussi je ne relâche pas ma caresse et Jenny dans un long feulement crispe ses jambes, cambre *** torse faisant gonfler sa poitrine et tendue comme un arc elle se laisse aller à *** plaisir.
Je la laisse récupérer, puis je me couche sur elle, mon membre n'a pas perdu de sa vigueur et glisse entre ses cuisses, ses lèvres intimes s'entrouvrent et mon gland s'insinue dans *** antre juteux. Là encore je prends tout mon temps, Jenny reste inerte me laissant prendre mon plaisir en elle. Je suis heureux de posséder cette femme, ma belle fille, celle que je pensais coincée dans sa vie de bourgeoise, inaccessible et qui en moins de vingt quatre heures se donne à moi pour la seconde fois!
Je continue à investir sa chatte et dans un dernier coup de rein, je m'épanche au plus profond de sa chair.
Nous restons soudés l'un à l'autre un bon quart d'heure avant que nos deux corps se séparent.Je me mets sur le dos, une main posée sur *** sexe, l'autre autour de *** cou.
Elle en fait presque de même dans un silence réparateur.
Après un passage éclair dans la salle de bain nous nous habillons et prenons le chemin de V2 pour aller faire les boutiques et me permettre de corrompre encore plus ma belle fille. Mon intention étant de l'obliger à s'exhiber devant des inconnus, pour ce faire je lui ai demandé de mettre un body moulant sans soutien-gorge ,une jupe courte et ample, uniquement des collants sans culotte et des chaussures avec un talon haut. Ce fut un régal...

Il nous fallut peu de temps pour rejoindre le centre commercial. Elle savait ce que j'attendais d'elle.
Nous fîmes un premier magasin, *** rôle consistait à essayer des chaussures en prenant soin de s'exhiber avec de la retenue, le but n'étant pas de la transformer en putain.
Le succès ne fut pas à la hauteur de ce que j'en attendais, aussi nous ressortions et je modifiais le scénario.
D'abord il fallait qu'elle soit seule dans le commerce et les collants n'étaient pas la solution idyllique. Petit tour par Auchan, rayon des bas.Je lui demandais de faire l'achat de quatre paires autofixant. Détour par la voiture sur le parking aérien pour troquer les collants par une paire noire très fin, à présent sa toi*** serait encore plus visible.
Nous sommes retournés dans le centre et je la laissais entrer dans un second magasin, surveillant à distance la scène qui allait s'y dérouler.
Jenny s'assit sur un pouf, le vendeur lui apporta plusieurs paires de chaussures et l'essayage put commencer.
Elle s'arrangea pour obliger ce dernier à lui porter assistance, ce qu'il fit avec beaucoup de professionnalisme.
Dès qu'il fut à ses pieds elle commença *** show!
Le visage du vendeur disparut aussitôt sous la jupe de Jenny qui avait bien du mal à entrer *** pied dans la chaussure, l'obligeant à ouvrir le compas de ses cuisses et permettant aux yeux indiscrets de glisser au plus loin sous la jupe de la belle. J'imagine qu'il aurait voulu glisser ses mains sur le soyeux des bas et venir au contact de cette toi***, malheureusement il n'en fit rien, ne sachant si c'était volontaire ou pas. Les essais prirent une bonne demi-heure durant laquelle il passa par toutes les couleurs.
Jenny finit par s'excuser de ne trouver chaussure à *** pied et lui glissa à l'oreille : je pense que vous n'avez pas perdu totalement votre temps?
Le second scénario consistait à essayer des robes et des jupes en prenant soin de ne pas fermer le rideau en totalité.
C'est un homme accompagnant *** épouse qui fut le témoin de l'effeuillage de Jenny.
Je faisais le vieux beau qui suit sa maitresse et qui s'ennuie.
Positionné légèrement sur le coté il mit quelques secondes à oser détourner le regard sur la cabine qui n'était pas celle de sa femme et comme l'écart d'âge était important il ne s'en priva pas.
Jenny se mit entièrement nue et se tourna de nombreuses fois ce qui lui permis de la voir sous tous les angles, les bras relevés rehaussant ses seins, les jambes en Y, il pouvait y voir ses lèvres intimes. Elle le regarda droit dans les yeux et s'approcha près du rideau, il porta un rapide coup d'oil à la fois vers moi et sur la cabine de sa femme .Voyant que per***ne ne s'intéressait à lui il porta sa main vers le sexe de Jenny qui se cambra pour lui permettre de toucher *** minou.Il glissa sa main à l'intérieur des cuisses, la remonta très rapidement et *** majeur put frôler cette chatte, se permettant d'enfoncer un doigt dans *** antre juteux. Il ne put malheureusement pour lui, faire durer le plaisir de s'approprier cette jeunette sa femme sortant de la cabine soucieuse du fait que *** mari ne répondait pas à sa demande et donner *** avis sur une robe qu'elle passait.
Jenny eut tout juste le temps de fermer *** rideau afin d'éviter le scandale.
Elle m'appela,j'ai jeté un coup d'oil circulaire autour de moi, elle s'approcha et me demanda doucement de la toucher, ce que je fis.Elle ne fut pas longue à pousser un gémissement étouffé, serrant ses cuisses l'une sur l'autre, mon doigt écrasé, enfuis dans *** nid d'amour, elle jouissait.
Il nous restait les sous-vêtements à acheter.
Nous fimes trois boutiques spécialisées, une des trois nous donna l'occasion de recommencer le sketch des robes.
La victime fut un homme de quarante ans. Il porta plus d'attention à ce qu'essayait Jenny que sa femme.
Par contre, je pus également faire le voyeur, sa femme bien que différente physiquement avait une paire de fesses que j'aurai aimé caresser et des seins que j'aurai volontier tété. Avait elle vu que *** mari semblait occupé ailleurs, toujours est il qu'elle s'ouvrit un peu plus à mon regard et je pus voir *** minou entièrement rasé.
Je me suis posé la question de savoir si tout cela n'était pas une invitation.
J'en fis part à Jenny qui m'adressa un regard sombre.
Nous avons regagné la voiture les bras chargés.
Elle s'assit et passa une jupe courte plissée que nous avions acheté en remplacement de celle qu'elle portait à notre arrivée.
Il était plus de douze heures et nous avons pris le chemin d'un restaurant dans la zone de La Pilaterie.
Beaucoup d'hommes se retournèrent sur Jenny, ses talons haut, ses jambes gainées,sa jupe plissée qui virevoltait en marchant laissant entrevoir la démarcation des bas et sa poitrine qui balançait au même rythme sous le frêle tissu qui la cachait si peu ne les laissant pas indifférents.
Durant tout le repas nous avons parlé de notre matinée et de notre relation.
Elle me dit : depuis que tu es avec maman je fantasme sur toi.
Nous avons parlé d'Alain avec qui elle avait rendez vous ce soir.
La encore elle me dit : si tu le souhaites je me décommande. N'en fais rien que je lui ai répondu.
Nous nous sommes séparés vers quinze heures.
Elle a passé la nuit avec lui et ils se ***t quittés.
Depuis, je suis devenu *** amant unique, nous nous voyons presque tous les jours. De temps en temps nous trainons dans les magasins avec des aventures diverses.
J'envisage avec *** accord de vivre de nouvelles choses, j'aimerai qu'elle fasse l'amour devant moi avec d'autres partenaires.

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Property Inspection



One of the bad things about renting a house is that the landlord can come over whenever he wants to inspect the property. Today was one of those inspections. Cindy had spent most of the morning tidying up the house so that her landlord would see that the place was being taken care of. Another good reason for the extra cleanliness was that Cindy and her husband were 4 months behind in rent. The good news was that Cindy's husband had finally started a new job this week and it looked like they would be able to start to get back on track.

Suddenly the doorbell rang. She opened the door to reveal two men, Mark the landlord and Joe a handyman that worked for Mark. Cindy let them both in and they started looking around. They looked in every room and every closet to make sure the house was still in good shape. Cindy sat on the living room couch and watched TV during the inspection. After the two men got done looking around inside the house, Joe went to the backyard to look around outside and Mark came back to the living room to talk to Cindy.

"I need the rent today," Mark said impatiently.

"I don't have it yet." Cindy replied, "My husband just started his new job this week, as soon as he gets his first paycheck, I'll bring you a check for at least one month's rent."

"That's not good enough." Mark said. "I've given you more than enough time to get caught up on the rent. If you can't pay me at least $2000 today, I'm going to have to give you notice so I can rent this place out to someone who will actually pay me."

"There is no way I'm going to have that much for another week or two," Cindy said frustration in her voice. "Can I just have two more weeks?"

"No, I don't think so," Mark said and pulled a piece of paper out of a folder that he had been holding.

"Please is there anything? I'll do anything if you will just give me two more weeks!" Cindy exclaimed before Mark could hand her the paper.

"Well what did you have in mind?" Mark asked as he reached down and grabbed his belt buckle.

Mark's hand on his belt buckle was enough to give Cindy the hint of what he had in mind for her if she wanted to stay in the house. There was a shortage of rental homes in the area and Cindy knew that if she got kicked out, it would be almost impossible to find another place to rent, especially after being evicted.

"Unzip your pants and I'll show you what I have in mind," Cindy said as she moved over on the couch and made room for Mark. Cindy thought about what she would have to go through if she got evicted and figured that it would be a whole lot easier to give her landlord a quick blow job.

Mark took off his belt and unzipped his pants. He sat down on the couch next to Cindy, laid back and got comfortable to maximize the enjoyment of what he was about to get.

Cindy grabbed Mark's cock and began to stroke it. Mark was cock was already hard but it got a little bigger and allot harder as Cindy stroked it. Cindy went down on Mark and started licking the head of his cock and then ran her tongue up and down the shaft. Cindy opened her mouth wide and just before she got Mark's cock between her lips the backdoor opened.

"Hey Joe," Mark called out. "Come get some of this."

Cindy looked up at Mark in disapproval, this was going farther then she wanted it to.

"You said you would do anything," Mark pointed out.

Joe stood in front of the couch and unzipped his pants. His cock was dangling only a foot away from Cindy getting harder by the second as Joe thought about what he was about to get.

Cindy grabbed Joes cock and stated stroking it. At the same time she opened her mouth back up and wrapped her lips around Marks cock. She slowly took Marks cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until she had his entire member down her throat. She started fucking Mark's cock with her mouth. Mark moaned in pleasure as he felt her lips and tongue running up and down the shaft of his cock and the head of his cock pressing against her tonsils. The whole time she was sucking Mark's cock she was stroking Joe's.

Mark's moans started getting louder and Cindy could feel his cock start throbbing, she know he was about to cum at any second. But just then Mark grabbed Cindy by the hair and pulled her off his cock.

"Suck Joe's cock," Mark said. "I've got something else in mind."

Mark got off the couch and Joe sat in his place. Cindy then started to give Joe the same oral pleasure that she was giving Mark. Cindy was not surprised to feel Mark unzip her jeans and pull them off her. Cindy thought to herself that this was going way farther then she wanted, but why stop now after she has already gone this far. Cindy got up on the couch on her hands and knees and continued sucking Joe's cock while offering Mark her pussy in the doggy style position. Cindy had just shaved her pussy in the shower that morning so that her husband would have something nice to enjoy when he got home. At the time, she had no idea that someone else would be getting to it first.

Mark didn't take any time getting behind Cindy on the couch and burying his cock deep into her hairless pussy. Mark started pounding Cindy's tight pussy as hard as he could. Cindy pushed back with each stroke to make the impact of each thrust even harder. All of a sudden Cindy started to realize how good it felt to have dick in her mouth and pussy at the same time. She felt her muscles start to tighten up as she got close to an orgasm. Cindy screamed out in pleasure as she suddenly reached an orgasm that came faster than any other orgasm she had ever had before. Cindy heard Mark start to moan as he got closer to his orgasm and Joe's cock was starting to pulse in Cindy's mouth. She wondered whose cock would go off first, or maybe both at the same time. She didn't have to wonder for long because all of a sudden she felt and tasted Joes cum start gushing out into her mouth, she took all of Joe's cock into her mouth as he finished his orgasm with his cock lodged in her throat. Just as Joe was finishing up, Marks cock went off deep in Cindy's pussy. Cindy felt Marks cock pulse deep inside her three more times, filling her with another splash of semen with each pulse. Mark left his cock inside her for a minute or so to enjoy the moment as Joe pulled his cock out of Cindy's mouth. Cindy swallowed the little bit of Joe's cum that she got in her mouth before she got Joes cock deep in her throat for direct injection. Joe and Mark got dressed and all of a sudden they all heard the garage door open. Joe and Mark took off out the front door before Cindy's husband came inside. Cindy just remembered that dirty text message that she sent him at work. He was expecting to get laid as soon as he got home, and there she was naked on the couch for him but with a pussy full of another man's cum. What was she going to do?

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Wife is Slave For Him and Me


The best way I can imagine to tell this story is to just jump right in. I'm not certain how it is all going to turn out, but it's been a real turn on so far. It could end up being not only fun, but very profitable for all involved. With the possible exception of Rosie. But that's a thought for later.

Rosie and I have been married nearly twenty-two years now. Our sex life was pretty hot for the first few years - she had a beautiful face and an above-average body. I'd been in three relationships before that, but I'd never been so completely stunned by someone's appearance.

We met at a friend's house. It was a completely coincidence. I'd stopped by Deb's house to pick up a pair of gloves I'd left there the night before and Rosie was sitting on the sofa watching television. I glanced into the room, our eyes met, and - well you can guess the rest. Her eyes were the kind that just grabbed you and pulled you in from the very first glance. We were married less than a year later. Everything about her was wonderful. Intelligent, strong-willed, career-minded, sensitive, and, above all, ready to get the hell out of Ohio and move to New York City.

The sex was great right from the beginning. I was into oral sex and light spanking, she was into candlelight and dirty talk. We learned from each other, nudging each other along slowly, adding more and more to our repertoire as we got to know each other better. It was amazing.

And the night life in New York City gave us all kinds of additional opportunities. Skimpy dresses at nightclubs to show her off, high-roller meals in expensive restaurants where we could play footsies under the table and fool around in the elevators. It was amazing.

And, it didn't last.

About five years into the marriage, things started cooling down. No seven-year-itch, it was something more subtle. We tried a few things to spice it back up, including videos, dirty stories, and even a few stabs at phone sex while I was on the road, but nothing took. Nothing turned up the heat.

There was one exception. There was a guy I worked with who we'd met at several social functions. He was divorced and somehow gravitated toward her from the first time we were all in a room together. With just a little nudging from me, she let him seduce her. She came home the next morning completely exhausted and walking on a cloud. I was torn between being jealous and being relieved that at least *something* was getting her turned on again. We spent nearly three hours in bed ourselves that morning. I'd never had sloppy seconds but if this was what it was like, I could get used to it real fast.

And I did. We both recognized how much it added to our sex lives and she screwed him nearly a dozen times in the following three weeks. Mornings, afternoons, nights, whenever he could (pardon the pun) fit it in.

The three of us even 'kind of' spent a weekend together in Las Vegas. We rented two rooms on the same floor. Bob took one and I took the other. Rosie made her way back and forth down the hall every few hours, getting very little ***** the entire weekend. It was completely incredible, both of us felt like teenagers again - all erotic energy and laughter.

But, that didn't last either. Of all things, Bob broke it off. He felt that there was something sick about it and that it offended his sense of morality. Here he was, fucking a married woman, and he got on his high horse about morality. We never saw him again and that was fine with us.

However, we never picked up that energy again. There had been some chemistry between Rosie and Bob that never sparked again with anyone else.

The years went past, jobs changed and we moved back to the Midwest. We'd occasionally have perfunctory missionary-style sex, but we'd flat-lined on passion. Rosie started gaining weight, eventually settling at a comfortable fifty-pounds-over. Her face was still a tantalizing balance between beautiful and sexy, but it sat above a double-chin that was hard to ignore.

All of which is prolog to what happened earlier tonight.

I'm writing this at two in the morning, sitting in an easy chair in a dark living room. I just finished my second Scotch and am trying to make sense of everything spinning around in my head. Rosie's a***** upstairs, exhausted. She spent the last three hours crying her eyes out and explaining herself to me over and over. This was after...well, let me start at the beginning.

I came home from work at around seven. The front room was dark, which was a little unusual. When I opened the door, I heard soft jazz playing and saw the glow of candlelight from the dining room. Wondering what might be going on, I set my briefcase on the floor, slipped off my shoes, and walked into the hallway.

"Is that you?" I heard Rosie's voice ask softly.

"Yeah," I said quietly.

"Come on in and relax," she said.

I walked down the hallway and into the dining room. There were a dozen candles situated around the room, a bottle of my favorite red wine and two glasses in the middle of the table. The table was bare, just the bottle, the glasses, and a white linen tablecloth.

"Would you like some?" a voice asked. I looked up into the doorway between the dining room and the kitchen and saw Rosie. She was wearing a loose white t-shirt that hung just below her belly. It was tied at the waist with a wide black sash. Her hair was slicked back in a look I'd mentioned to her several times before that I found very sexy. She was wearing several golden chains around her neck and a dozen or so small golden bracelets on each wrist. Her eyes and lips were both done in deep burgundy. I smiled a big, stupid grin. My Jezebel fantasy. My gypsy queen. A fantasy we hadn't touched in nearly twenty years. I felt my cock spring to life immediately.

The circuits in my brain blew. I nearly ran across the room and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close, our mouths opening, tongues jutting in and out, tasting each other, mouths sucking, biting, making silly and absurd wet sounds as our lips slid back and forth across each other. I felt her hand up and down my thigh, then it was unzipping me and she was reaching inside my pants and stroking me gently, slowly, remembering what I liked and executing it perfectly.

I reached around and cupped her ass with my hands but she pushed them away. I smiled and slid them up the front of the shirt, maybe she wanted nipple play. Again, she pushed them away, only comfortable when my arms were around her neck or waist. Meanwhile, her mouth and hands worked eagerly at me, mouth on my mouth, neck, cheek, ears, hands on my cock, my balls, palms rubbing hard over my nipples.

"Fuck me," she whispered, pulling the hem of the shirt up around her waist. She leaned back against the table, unbuttoned my pants and slid them down around my ankles, pulled me into her with one quick plunge, wrapped her legs around my back, feet pushing hard at the small of my back, hands continuing to defend herself against me touching anything but the table.

My cock felt her open up but we knew it wasn't going to work. Since she'd put on all that weight, the only way we'd really been able to get any kind of satisfaction was with me coming in from behind. Crudely put, there was just too much of her for me to get much penetration face-to-face.

"Come on, dammit, fuck me!" she yelled. I stared at her. This was different. Her frustration came as a surprise. She was pulling at me with arms and legs, but we weren't feeling it. My cock was fully erect, all seven inches of it, but only the first four or so were actually inside her.

"What's fucking wrong with you?!" she screamed, beating her fists against my chest. "Don't you like pussy? Huh? Come on, fuck me!" She was sobbing quietly, tears running down the side of her face. "Come on, fuck me! Fuck me hard! Be a man!" Her nails clawed at me and I had to grab her wrists. "Fuck you, you bastard! Bastard!"

She was crying now. Her legs relaxed around me, she turned her head and rolled onto her side as best she could with me still between her legs. She hid her face in her hands and mumbled. "He took a photo of me...he put a photo of me up..."

Over the next minutes and hours the story unfolded. I listened with a combination of curiosity, anger, excitement, and frustration. Several months ago, we'd talked about the possibility of using internet porn to get our sex life jump started. Rosie had been very reluctant to even talk about the subject, so the conversation didn't go very far. She kept coming back to how heavy she was and that she would just get depressed looking at all the hot girls on the internet getting what she used to get, doing what she used to do.

I told her that there were plenty of sites devoted to women who weren't supermodels. Treading carefully, I talked about girl-next-door sites, Plain Jane sites, and eventually brought the subject around to the BBW sites. Plumper sites. I kept it light and we actually laughed as we talked about it. But it never went further. We never surfed them, in fact, the subject never came up again after that first night.

That it, it never came up for the two of us. Evidently, it *did* come up for her. To make a long story short, she'd signed up at one and learned quickly that there was a surprisingly large number of men who frequented the site. She posted a photo of herself wearing a demure black dress and heels, face blurred with photoshop, and was flooded with requests for more. On a whim, she posted a photo of herself in a bra and panties, then a little more risque shot of herself topless with white satin tap pants and thigh-high white stockings. The response was incredible. She was swamped with requests to meet, offers to buy nude photos of her for outrageous prices and a handful of men who wanted to work with her on starting her own soft-core porn site.

Between sobs and apologies, she continued with her story. Things escalated between emails, online chats, then phone sex and had finally culminated a few weeks ago with her meeting a man in a hotel room.

To her surprise, he was black. She hadn't asked, he hadn't offered. They'd swapped enough mail and chats that she knew he was what she wanted and she'd arrived nearly incoherent with lust. They fucked for three hours that first time. She hesitated to describe him, but I pushed her. Six foot two. Two hundred twenty pounds. Late twenties. Muscled like an athlete and hung like a horse. They'd fucked face to face, doggie, every which way they could think of and she knew she was hooked. He'd filled and flooded her so completely she knew she would not settle for anything smaller than his weapon again. When he left, she had to nap for an hour before she could think clearly enough and walk comfortably enough to come back home.

"I don't know what I'm going to do..." she sobbed. "I want to be with you, but it's just..."

I stroked her head. "How many times?"

She pulled back and glared at me. "You bastard! Why do you have to ask me something like that?"

Calmly, I said, "I wish you wouldn't talk to me that way. I'm not the one who's feeling so bad about it, am I?" Pause. "Now, how many times?"

"I..." she looked up at me, eyes locking on mine. I saw that she was battling something inside herself. Something else was coming. Finally, she said, "it wasn't just him."

My body froze. I hadn't seen that coming. It changed everything for me. "Go on."

"He brought friends one time. Three of them." Her attitude changed. She adopted a voice I didn't recognize right away. "It was amazing." Then I remembered. It was the voice she'd always used when we'd tell each other our fantasy stories. Way back when. "It was amazing, David. I'd cum and cum and cum. It was like with Bob. You remember, Bob? Those days?" She pressed herself against me but I froze stiff.

She was confessing but I was feeling my hard-on growing. And she was getting excited too, her hand went back to my crotch and her fingers started gently working on me.

"What did you say about a picture?" I asked quietly. Her right hand was stroking my cock lightly and her left was cupping my balls.

"They took some pictures. I let them, I wasn't thinking..." she leaned forward and took my cock-head between her lips. When she pulled her mouth off, she stroked again with her hand. "He emailed me with a link and I clicked it. There I was. Naked, on my knees, one of them in front of me with his cock in my mouth, the other behind me and..."

I jerked slightly as I unloaded into her hand. She leaned forward and licked the residue from her fingers, still talking, "...the other behind me, inside me, planted deep up inside me."

She finished then stood up, pushing me back slowly. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. You need to tell me what to do next..." I was quiet for several minutes, not knowing what to say. Eventually, she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and walked upstairs to the bedroom. I heard the water running as she cleaned herself up, then the sound of the springs as she crawled into bed.

That's it. I headed into the room here to get all of this down while it's still fresh in my head. There are so many aspects to this, so many angles. I'm not sure what the next step is, so I can't rush. I need to think this through completely. So many possibilities.

Rosie steadied herself with one hand against the door and leaned slightly as she stepped into one of the high-heeled shoes.

"Could you buckle me, please?" she asked. I smiled and we both laughed. "That prick!" I knelt in front of her and wrapped the thick leather strap around her thick stocking-clad ankle. "He knows I can't bend that far in this get-up." She wobbled a bit as she stepped into the other shoe. "Three inch heels. He calls this 'moving up a step'." I slid the tongue through the buckle and pulled it snug.

Just for fun, I slid my palms up the outsides of her legs as I stood up, ending up with her big bottom in my hands. "Do you think he'll even notice?" she whispered, then tongued my ear.

"I doubt he'll have any idea. He'll think it's just you. But we'll know, won't we?"

"It's only fair," she laughed. "You stick yourself what he's left behind, now he can do the same." We kissed again, Rosie grinding her hips against mine. I pushed her away gently. "Go, stand in the doorway."

"I'll pose for you," she chuckled, raising one arm behind her head, planting the other hand on her hip. She looked hot, no doubt.

James had emailed her a shopping list for this weekend and she'd bought everything he asked for. Black satin thong, black lace push-up bra, bright red latex corset with suspenders and dark burgundy stockings. She wore six gaudy gold rings on her left hand and eight on her right, lots of golden bracelets and gold chains around her neck, even large gold hoop earrings, two on each side. She got the seconds piercings two weeks ago, that is, nearly three weeks after we'd started pushing the game up notch by notch.

Her hair continued to grow out - at James' insistence, of course. Currently, it was dyed blonde and piled high on top of her head. Her makeup was classic streetwalker, right down to a new black beauty mark low on her left cheek.

"Let's get going. The driver will be down at the Tic Toc in a few minutes," Rosie said. I gave her another kiss and helper her into the black full-length overcoat. We walked into the garage, I held the door open for her and she slid into the passenger seat. I got in, started the car and pressed the button on the garage door opener. As I backed out of the driveway, I looked at her. She kept her head down, just in case any of the neighbors were looking out their windows or out for a walk.

James had agreed to have her picked up in a neutral place in order to maintain her privacy. We'd picked a tacky bar several miles from our home but still in a safe neighborhood.

"You're still OK with this?" I asked as we rolled along.

Rosie took a few quiet breaths before answering. "It was certainly a shock when you brought it up. I thought you were going to hate me for going out on you."

I smiled, remembering that wild week after her confession. We'd screwed like rabbits, took advantage of every free second we could find, doing it anywhere we happened to be, and always, always, whispering to each other about her and James. I'm not going to try and psychoanalyze either of us. The bottom line was that we both got a hell of a kick out of it. We checked in with each other all the time - a beast like this was dangerous to keep - but so far, we were both loving it.

"Have you figured out how he screens them yet?" I asked.

She turned slightly, reached her hand toward me and touched my leg. I felt electricity jump from her fingertips to my crotch.

"The men he brings aren't people he works with, I know that. I heard two of them talking last time and I think I have a pretty good idea where he's meeting them."

There was a red light and I stopped the car. I took her hand in mine, brought it to my face and kissed her palm. "Well?"

"I don't want to say yet, I want to see what else I can learn," she objected.

"You tease!" I laughed. The light changed and I put her hand back on my leg, sliding it closer to my cock.

"I promise you, I'm getting closer," she purred softly, hand pressing against me through my pants. I smiled. I had confidence she would find out, then we could move our little plot forward.

What was our plot? Let me rewind back to one night, a while ago, after their second or third time together, Rosie and I were laying on the living room floor, exhausted from fucking, sipping wine and watching some old black and white film on television. Someone was planning a bank heist. I heard one of the characters say to another "...and they had no clue that it was you?..." I don't remember the movie or who the actor was, but the line sparked an idea. I explained it to Rosie and within minutes, we were at it again, knocking over the bottle and spilling wine all over the carpet, whispering to each other about how hot the idea was, how soon could we do it?

The idea was simple, I'd get James to invite me to one of their sessions. Rosie had already told me that James enjoyed arranging small group bangs. Evidently, since she hadn't put up much of a fight that first time, he felt at liberty to indulge himself regularly. She hadn't been alone with him once in their last six meetings.

The men were always different, at least as far as she could remember. Most of them were middle-aged, well-dressed, conservative looking types of all shapes, sizes, and colors. Athletic, overweight, attractive, plain, white, black, brown, James certainly had a wide range of associates.

They usually started off in James' front room with her wearing something skimpy and serving them ******, kissing, hugging, giving head and handjobs to anyone who asked. They'd usually be playing poker or watching videos, something to keep themselves busy. As the night went on, they'd take her into the bedroom in ones and twos for the actual fucking.

I wanted to get in on the action, thought it would be particularly hot and also a bit of a payback to James for fucking a married woman. I also toyed with the idea of taking some films and videos of the action. James had been taking photos of her all along, adding them to the treasure house on her website, always touched up to keep her and anyone else in the room anonymous. But I wanted some complete videos of my own, untouched as it were.

So, Rosie's current assignment was to find out how James recruited and screened the men he brought into his game.

"He's already here, go around the corner," Rosie said, ducking down slightly. I saw the big, black Continental parked outside the back door of the Tic Toc, the driver, dressed in a light grey suit, was just getting out of the driver's side door.

I pulled into the lot on the far side of the building and parked. "You OK?" I asked. Rosie leaned over and gave me a long, deep kiss. "I'm so much more than just OK," she said in a throaty voice, then opened her door, got out and walked into the bar. --- The driver held the door open, Rosie climbed into the vintage Lincoln and settled back. There was another man there, waiting with a glass of champagne and a list of names. Rosie nodded thank you as she took the champagne.

"What do I need to know?" she asked.

"There are three of them this time, including James. The tall, thin man is a judge, you will address him as Your Honor. The shorter man is simply a friend."

She lowered the glass. "Is that all?"

"No." The man lowered the paper and leaned forward toward her. In a low voice, he said, "the judge wants to spank you."

Rosie ****** back a laugh. Watching the man's face, thought, she caught herself and sat quietly. She'd thought this might be coming. James hadn't said anything about it, so far it had just been sex. Sex with him and a few others. But the Judge was adding something new. And once that door was opened, she didn't know where it might lead.

"All right. But just this once," she told him. He nodded and sat back. He was silent for the rest of the ride. --- James met her at the door. She started to unbutton her coat, but he touched her hand and she stopped. "Not yet." He led her by the hand into the formal living room of his luxurious apartment. She followed, still slightly wobbly on the heels, but feeling much more secure than earlier.

"Your Honor, may I introduce Suzannah?" Rosie gracefully held out her hand, she was used to his using her website name whenever they were with others.

The Judge took her hand and kissed the back of it. "Charmed."

James turned and pointed toward the large armchair in the corner. Rosie saw the second man there, fat, naked, and ******** from a sweaty beer can. He burped a hello. "That's Bill. You'll fuck him first."

Rosie's eyes widened as the man stood up. He began walking across the room toward her, his skinny, pale legs wobbling under the burden of his swollen beer-belly. James unbuttoned her coat and slid it off. She hardly moved.

"Bill bailed me of a pretty difficult situation a little while ago and I owe him," James said, unzipping her red skirt. "He's a big fan of your website, by the way."

The Judge made a face, spit on the floor, then turned and stormed out of the room. "Call me when this circus is finished."

Bill pointed between his legs and Rosie stepped forward. She had to lift his belly slightly to find him, but she started stroking him with her free hand. He raised the can and finished the rest of the beer while his pecker stiffened. He got hard fast. Rosie was relieved, this was going to be quick.

"Turn around, let me get at that hot little..." Bill growled, but before he finished his sentence, he unloaded into her hand. She scratched his balls lightly to keep him focused and he moaned and grunted until he was completely spent.

"I'm sorry," she began. "That was my fault..."

He growled. "Damn right! I'm coming back for you next time, girlie. Jimmy, boy, you owe me one!" He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and turned back to Rosie. "Damn, I love your website!" Then, he staggered back to the chair and flopped into it, falling asleep immediately.

James clapped his hands together and grinned at her. "I really was hoping something like that would happen. I just can't imagine someone like that inside you..." He handed her a towel, then bent down and pulled the skirt back up into place, zipping it tight over her bottom.

"Now," he instructed. "You are to go into the other room and tell the Judge what a bad thing you've done. That man is a deviate, a sex offender, and you voluntarily offered yourself to him. The Judge will want to discipline you for that."

Rosie nodded, then grabbed his wrist. "Listen, James. This is a one-time thing. I didn't sign up for this."

He smiled and removed her hand. "No, you didn't." Then, he took the towel from her and walked into the bathroom.

Rosie walked toward the doorway and called for the Judge. "Judge?" He stepped into view. "Yes, my dear?"

"Judge, I have something I need to tell you. I...I've done something..."

"Oh?" he asked, stepping closer. His hand went to his belt and he unbuckled it slowly. "Tell me all about it." He pulled slowly and the belt crept through his beltloops. Rosie eyes watched it with a mixture of fascination and fear. She hadn't done anything like this for a long time, but back when she had...

"Yes, I just had sex with one of your criminals." she began. The Judge sat in one of the big armchairs and motioned for her to come closer. As she continued talking, he gently lay her over his lap, stroking her bottom through the material of the skirt. "I know he has spent time in jail for sexual offenses, but I had no choice."

"You know that is something we cannot allow, don't you?" the Judge asked.

"Yes, Your Honor."

He flipped the short skirt up over her bottom, then doubled the belt in his hand. "This behavior simply cannot be tolerated, young lady," he said in a steady, stern voice. He raised his hand and brought the belt down across her bottom. She jerked slightly as a bright red stripe rose across her cheeks. He went on with his lecture about her antisocial behavior, his arm rising and falling mechanically. Each stroke seemed stronger than the last and his voice never changed. The tears rose quickly and after eleven or twelve strokes, she was squirming and squeezing his legs tight with her arms.

"...fifteen...sixteen..." he continued counting as she tensed her body, trying to hold out, gritting her teeth, certain she could make it to twenty.

When he reached twenty, he dropped the belt to the floor. He pushed her head up slightly and she stood beside his chair. The Judge's hand quickly went to his zipper and opened it. He pulled out his cock and stroked it several times until he unloaded himself all over his pants.

"Thank you, dear," the judge said calmly, then stood up and walked out of the room, cock still dripping small beads of cum on the carpet.

"You can go home now," she heard James' voice from the other room. She fumed. He didn't even bother coming into the room to say goodbye.

The fourth was an electric day for us. We'd hardly slept the night before and now the air around us was supercharged with electricity and excitement. We were partying with James tonight.

Just before going to bed last night, I'd checked my email again. There it was:

David,

if you're still interested in Suzannah from the website, we are making another video tonight at my place and you're welcome to participate. As we discussed earlier, please be certain to arrive with the balance of the production fees.

James

Suzannah, of course, was my wife Rosie. As I described in the first chapters, they'd been fooling around for quite a few weeks, ever since she'd posted some photos of herself on a BBW porn site under the name Suzannah. He'd hooked up with her and, in a very short time, had a new subscription website up with her pictures. And, he'd quickly turned their illicit encounters into full-blown gangbangs, which he recorded, modified electronically to keep all faces hidden, and added to the Members only area of the website.

It was a turnon for both of us in that it rekindled our flatlined sex life. She was still more than fifty pounds overweight but that wasn't going to change. Not now. Not now that the pool of men James were using were all subscribing to her plumper website. We were using James while he was sure he was using us. A mutually beneficial situation, though he didn't know that. Our latest gambit was to find a way to get me invited to one of their gangbangs. As turned on as I was by the idea of other men fucking my wife, I was even more turned on by the idea of being one of them. When we found out he was pimping her out to subscribers on the website, it hadn't taken much for us to convince him that I was just another guy interested in extra-large girls.

It was a little bit touch-and-go. The typical encounter was with someone who was passing through on a business trip of one kind or another. There were only a small handful of subscribers who were less than a few hours drive away. I needed to allay any suspicion he had that my being local was anything more than a coincidence. But it had worked. And, now, I was 'in'.

His mentioned of a 'production fee', though, made me angry. When this all started, I'd made the assumption that he was just another internet kinker. Learning that he was more a businessman than a swinger bothered me a bit. I guess it was a pot-and-kettle thing. I coughed up the $150.

The other part of my plot was to get access to his apartment and plant my own equipment. I'd spent nearly $1000 on two tiny spy-type audio/video transmitters. (I learned a lot more than I wanted to know about them, for instance that the audio is much more challenging to capture than the video.) I didn't much care for the blurry-faced images James posted on the website, though I did appreciate his efforts to keep everyone anonymous. I wanted full-sound and full-video movies. After all, it WAS my wife!

We made it through breakfast then ran some errands, but we both knew what was on each others' minds every minute. I kept rubbing up against her the whole time we were trying to choose paint colors for one of the basement walls and she fondled me through my pants every time we got into the car to go anywhere. By noon, we were upstairs in bed, naked and sweating, one of my hands holding her vibrator, the other pushing fingers deep inside her while she licked and sucked me until we both came then fell asleep. We woke just after two and went at it again.

Rosie got her email from James around three, their usual time.

"Read it," I said, kissing her hair and stroking her shoulders.

"This week, you will be staying overnight both Friday and Saturday. We will send you home sometime Sunday afternoon, when we are finished with you." She looked up at me.

I nodded. "He's upping the ante a bit."

"I know."

"Well, it's up to you. How are you feeling?" My hands slid down the front of her chest and touched her nipple. They were already stiff. "I thought so."

She leaned her head back and looked up at me. "I wonder how many more men he has lined up? Why does he need three full days?" Her voice was quiet, her breathing just a bit more shallow. I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. We stayed like that for several minutes, her hand stroking the inside of my right thigh, my palms gliding over her nipples.

"Read the rest," I said, standing back up.

The rest of the email described how she should be dressed when she arrived. Black panties, black harem pants and a black bra, lots of gold jewelry around her wrists, neck, and ankles, and barefoot.

"Barefoot?" she asked, chuckling.

"I think it is 'slave in the harem' night at James'," I said.

"Well, it's clearly working for you," she said, lifting a hand to touch my now-erect cock. I had to admit, the vision appealed to me.

"There's one more thing," she said, turning back to the monitor. Her hand stroked me lightly as she continued to read. "Print out the attached note and go to the bookstore listed there. Find a clerk named David and give him the note. Then, wait for the package he will give you. Wait at the store, my driver will pick you up there."

James didn't mention a time in his email, but we both knew that we had less than three hours to shop, dress her, and get to the bookstore.

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"Three kings, pass it this way boys!" I announced, throwing my cards on the table. The man directly across from me, a shaven-headed, heavily-tattooed side of beef with three earrings on each side threw his cards across the table and yelled, "fuck this!" For several seconds, the rest of us sat frozen, watching his face. When he broke out laughing and called me a "lucky fuck!", we all relaxed.

He pushed his chair back from the table, stood up to his full six foot-seven, and looked around the room. "Come here, Princess, I need to relieve some tension." He grabbed his crotch and shook it a few times.

"She's busy," announced another voice. I turned and saw my wife on her knees in front of a big easy chair, lips pressed hard against the base of someone's cock. His pants were down around his ankles and his shirt was unbuttoned. His hands were holding the back of her head in place, his hips rocking up and down in quick jerks. I saw her hands on the arms of the chair, fingers squeezing tightly as he moaned and fucked her face.

He pulled her head up and she gasped for air, a long blob of saliva plopping out of her mouth and onto his balls. Just as quickly as he had let her up, he pushed her back down again, listening to the gagging sounds and watching her body shake.

"Come on, ya wanker! You're not gonna cum and you know it! You've been at her all night, dammit!" the man stepped closer, rubbing his crotch. "Let a real man have a run, eh?"

James stepped between them, put his hand on the man's shoulder. "Relax, relax. There's plenty to go around and we have all weekend, remember?" He took a long draw from his cigar and turned his head, blowing the smoke toward the poker table. "Go on back and play another hand, I'm sure Roger will be finished by then." He turned his head slightly. "Right, Roger?"

The man in the chair muttered "sure" and went back to fucking Rosie's face.

"Yea, you're right, mate," the man laughed. "As always, eh!" He went back to his seat at the table, restacked his chips. "I don't know where you find 'em, but you always have the highest quality tail for me when I come to town. No baggers in the bunch."

I smiled as I shuffled the cards for the next hand. There were six of us at the table. With James, the two napping Asians and the man whose cock was currently keeping my wife from breathing, that made a total of ten men. No wonder James needed the entire weekend.

"Straight five card, nothing wild, five dollar in, who's playing?" I called in my best Las Vegas voice. Part of me watched the chips slide into the center of the table while part of me watched Rosie's head bob up and down in the man's lap. The jewelry tinkled and clattered each time he pushed into her and my cock stirred again. I hadn't taken her into the bedroom yet, but she'd been in five times already. Once with the Aussie, once each with two of the others, and twice with the pair of Asians who were snoring away on the sofa. Evidently resting up for round three.

Before going into the bedroom, the Asians had asked us to take pictures of them with my wife. It was amusing because it was so cliche. James let her put on a blindfold to hide at least part of her face, but they insisted her mouth be visible.

In the first photo, they were standing one on each side of her, their outer arms crossing themselves, hands slid just inside the belt of her harem pants. In the second, they bent slightly forward, hands sliding the pants down to mid-thigh. They continued through a series of nearly a dozen shots until she was entirely naked, legs spread wide, arms behind her back, mouth opened in a perpetual O. Then, one of them produced a dildo. He pushed it inside her, then they both mugged for the camera, smiling wide grins like fishermen showing off a fifty pound salmon.

Finally, one of them took back the camera, thanking us profusely, and talked the other through a series of poses for Rosie. They took photos of her using the dildo, licking it, fonding it, deep-throating it, then on her knees, standing on her toes, lying on her back with her legs in the air, holding herself open, playing with herself, on and on for nearly half an hour. After which, they politely picked up and folder her clothes and draped them over a chair, then escorted her into the bedroom, still blindfolded. They were in there for nearly an hour. When she came out for her clothes, she was staggering a little and still blindfolded. When we got home later, she explained what they'd done. It was amazingly innovative and I wanted to contact James to get their numbers.

"Oh, **** yes!" We all turned and saw that Roger was jerking up and down in his chair, holding Rosie's head tight in his lap.

James nearly flew across the room. "If you fuck up that chair, I'm gonna fuck you up! I told you to go to the bedroom if you're gonna cum. Goddam ****** fucker!" He smacked Roger across the back of the head, but it was too late. Roger had finished unloading himself into my wife's mouth and she was already licking up anything that she hadn't swallowed.

She raised her head. "James, it's find. I have it."

He laughed. "My bitch!"

Without turning her head, Rosie caught my eye and we both smiled. Yeah. YOUR bitch.

After a few moments of silence, the Aussie pushed his cards into the middle of the table and stood up. "Time for some real cock, little quimmie. And maybe we'll have you whitewash the back 40 while we're at it, eh?" He took Rosie by the hand and walked her toward the bedroom.

At the door, he turned. "Anyone who wants a nice, tight little poon might want to do her first, mates. I'm hung like a Brumby!" He pulled her close and started kissing her, hands roughly cupping her tits and ass. "Open your mouth, Sheila, I want to taste what you just had for dinner." I watched as he pulled her tight, pressing his mouth against hers, watching her body respond, leg rubbing against his pants, hands clutching his huge forearms and biceps. I could nearly smell her arousal from across the room. Only once, her eyes drifted my way, but they were glazed over and she immediately looked back at him, face and body begging him to take her to the bed.

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I lost the next three hands of poker quickly and expensively. I couldn't concentrate with the bed banging against the wall and my wife's moans from the other room. They'd been at it nearly twenty minutes nonstop. James noticed my distraction and sucked hard on his cigar. "Curious, eh?" I looked at him and nodded.

"His name is Meat. Yeah, I know, sounds stupid. It's probably a nickname, but it's all I could get out of him. Met him on a business trip to Melbourne. Lots of gangs there. He bailed my butt out at something he jokingly called a 'rough pub'. Everyone beats up everyone, they go home to nap for a while, then come back and do it again."

I nodded, interested only in the sounds coming from the other room.

"He comes through once in a while and he's a big fan of my websites. He made a special trip here for Suzannah. Wanted her the minute he saw her." James watched me half listening to him. "You want to go in, don't you?"

I looked at him, measuring him. Did he suspect anything about me? Slowly, I nodded.

"Go on. Meat actually likes it. A show-off by nature, you know?" James grinned and waved me toward the room.

I tried to stand up but my legs were weak. I felt my knees shake slightly. It surprised me and I gripped the back of the chair for balance. "Must have drank a little too much," I bluffed. He laughed. "Don't worry, they'll be in there for a while."

"You know, none of us has even had a turn at her yet and he's in there twice already," one of the other men at the table complained. The others all turned to James. He leaned forward in his chair and took another big drag on the cigar. After a few seconds, he blew the smoke toward the middle of the group.

"Meat paid a whole lot more than any of you, so he gets a whole more access than any of you. Besides, you all looked so happy playing cards." He smiled, rested the cigar in an ashtray. "Relax, there's plenty of her to go around. You've seen." When nobody laughed, he nodded his head slightly. "How about we put in a video of her last go around?" That broke the mood and everyone nodded. One by one, they stood up and shifted positions, away from the poker table and toward the entertainment center. A couple poured themselves new ******, one went into the kitchen for a fresh beer.

"It's rough not having our serving girl around," someone complained.

"You can't have everything. Not even here," James responded. "But you'll get pretty damned close!" He turned his attention back to me. "Well? Go on in."

I nodded, picked up my ***** and drained it, then tried to stand up again. This time, I made it and walked toward the bedroom. "Should I knock?" James roared in laughter. "Are you serious?"

I smiled and turned the doorknob, pushing the door slowly open.

Meat noticed me immediately. "Eh, hon! We've got a visitor," he called out.

The sight was amazing and I was stiffening quickly. He was on his knees on the bed, arms holding my wife's legs open high and wide, pounding away hard at her cunt. Rosie's head and shoulders were hanging over the far edge of the bed, hands clutching his leather vest, grunting loudly with each of his quick thrusts. She couldn't see me, didn't know who had entered the room.

"Mate, could you do me a favor?" he asked without changing his rhythm.

"Uh, yeah, I guess" I managed.

"That's a good fella." He leaned forward just a bit and pursed his lips. A large blob of saliva gathered, then fell, splashing between her lips, drizzling upward toward her clit. "Can you get that for me, then?" I leaned closer. My wife's clit was swollen outside and shiny with his spit. "You know, her little pearl there?" I reached out my thumb and pressed it lightly. She nearly screamed and her body jerked upward, almost knocking me over. She saw that it was me and moaned again, her orgasms coming quickly one after the other while I rubbed light circles with my thumb.

"Ah, that's it, then, that's it!" Meat chanted as my wife's cunt squeezed and spasmed around his prick. He pulled her legs wider, shoved harder and in just a few seconds reached his peak, blowing his load deep inside her.

"Yeah," he grunted, shaking his head. He abruptly dropped her legs and pulled his cock out her. "OK, then Sheila, maybe we'll have you again later, hm?" He pulled her hands free from his vest, then stood up and picked up his pants from the foot of the bed. He looked at her face, saw the anger. "Just fuck you and walk away? Yeah, that's pretty much it, dearie. You're pissed now, but you'll come around begging for it in just a while, trust me. They all do. They all want the Meat." Without a backward glance, he walked out of the room and announced to the group, "Well, gen'lemen, she's pretty much used up now. You might want to give her cunny a while to shrink back up before you go in there, eh? Unless you like that kind of thing." There was laughter around the room.

Rosie tried to pull herself up onto the bed but couldn't. I circled around and pulled her to the floor. I cradled her head in my lap, stroking her cheek. She was soaked with sweat, but her hand was between her legs, rubbing her clit quick and hard. she was still masturbating and got off again quickly.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she mumbled weakly. Between shallow, panting breaths, she moaned "I've never, never been pounded like that before. Oh ****, get him back in here...get him back in here..." then she dozed off.

Rosie poured the last of the Foster's into a frosty glass. Some of the foam overflowed the rim and she wiped it with her hand. No time to look for a rag, every second she wasted waiting on them was another second she was out of the bedroom. Unavailable to James and his Australian pet, Meat.

She shook her head and chuckled nervously as she picked up the tray with the glasses and shots and walked back into the front room. Thinking of him made her knees weak but thinking of his name made her giddy. It was so appropriate, but it was so inane.

Rosie walked around from man to man, handing them their ****** while they stroked her thighs or pulled her close for a kiss. Every touch turned her on, everything was foreplay for Meat. Several times, she'd turned her head to sneak a glance at him, and every time, he caught her looking. Though she flushed with anger and ***********, she felt more and more turned on.

It was four a.m., they'd been at her for over ten hours now, alternating in ones and twos in the bedroom while the rest of them amused themselves with poker, naps, and videos of themselves with her earlier. They'd high-five each other and comment on their own performances. It was turning into a sports event for them. For all of them but the Australian. Between Rosie and him it was a steady battle of wills. She desperately wanted him to fuck her again and he enjoyed playing it cool, watching her need build. Every time she looked at him, he winked, grinned, or gave her the 'thumbs up'. Playing with her, arousing her from across the room without the slightest touch. Each of the men who touched her while she handed them their ***** was him. Their hands were his hands.

James had arranged to have the entire weekend videotaped for Rosie's "Suzannah" website. She was causing a bit of a stir in cyberspace, no small feat given the amount of bandwidth dedicated to young boys and lonely husbands wanking off around the globe to the vast array of offerings. Most of them were free, James charged admission to the Suzannah BBW site and was still getting hits in the tens of thousands.

Rosie approached Meat slowly. She'd saved his glass for last. She approached him eyes down, trying her best to appear sexy. She widened her stance and straddled his right leg, leaned forward to hand him the icy mug. He laughed.

"Didn't I tell you? You were so pissed off at me when I left you like that last night, all hot and bothered, but now you're crawling back begging for more, aren't you?" He paused, grinned. "I know, I can see it in your eyes." He turned to me. "They all get that look. That glazed, 'give it to me harder, deeper' look."

He slid his hand roughly between my wife's legs, pushing his thumb up inside her. She bent her knees and opened herself, ground her hips, fucking his thumb there in front of me and the rest of them.

"Come into the bedroom and let's see what else I can do for you," she purred, leaning closer and whispering. He smiled, removed his hand from between her legs and took the beer from her. He raised his foot and tapped her belly gently with his toe, nudging her back a few inches.

"Tell you what, luv. You have one more go-round with each of these boys, then we'll see if you can handle ol' Meat again, eh?" He smiled and patted his crotch.

She looked around the room. The Japanese tourists were still asleep, as were most of the others. Two of them was sitting in front of the television set, channel surfing, picking up bits and pieces of games they'd missed earlier.

Rosie dropped to her knees in front of Meat, leaned forward and nuzzled his cock through his silk boxers, then whispered "Are you sure you don't want me before them, while I'm still fresh?" He reached a big hand behind her neck and pulled her close. Her mouth was inches from his. She felt a flush of heat across her chest and between her legs. She opened her lips expectantly. He grinned and pulled back, staring her directly in the eyes. "Sheila, I'm guessin' you ain't been fresh in a whole lot of years."

She stumbled backward, embarrassed and aroused. "I'll be back". She crawled across the floor toward the two men in front of the television. One of them looked down at her and laughed. "Bitch in heart time?" He swatted the other man on the shoulder. "I can smell it from here. She's sure turned on by something in the room." He looked across at Meat and smiled. "I guess we know what that would be, eh?"

Rosie crawled closer, stopped just in front of him. She rubbed her cheek against the inside of his knee, turned her head, kissed his thigh. She tasted the musky mix of dried cum and her own juices from his visit earlier. She slid her hand up the inside of his leg and saw his cock stirring underneath the terrycloth robe he was wearing.

"Looks like your little soldier is turned on as well, hmmm?" she whispered. I watched her as she leaned forward and gave his cock a light kiss, then opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his cockhead. His eyes rolled back and he relaxed into the chair.

"That sure feels good," he muttered. "I'm sure not used to this kind of service," he laughed, stroking the back of her head gently. Then, he reached his hand underneath her chin and tilted her head up. "I'll tell you what. If you can get one of the other guys to do you with me, I'm up for it. Otherwise," he said, turning his head, "I don't want to miss the Rams." He pulled his cock away and pulled the robe closed over himself.

Rosie felt the frustration building inside her. Did they have this planned? Was this all James' idea? Tease her and tease her until she exploded? She looked around the room at the ******** bodies, all in various positions and states of exhaustion. Her movements were getting jerky, twitchy. She felt like it would be impossible to wait, like Meat had given her an unattainable task and that he knew it. By the time she'd roused each of these men and taken them into the bedroom, she'd be insane from the anticipation.

My wife looked at me with a desperate plea in her eyes, but I was already completely spent and needed to recuperate. Reluctantly, I shook my head.

"Isn't as easy as it seems, is it, dear?" laughed Meat. She tried to ignore him as she calculated her plan. She picked up two empty bottles from the poker table, stacked up some of the chips, trying to distract herself with minutiae. She couldn't keep her eyes from going back to his chair though. The ham-sized biceps, close cropped hair, tattooed skin all called to her. But her focus kept landing between his legs. Landing directly on the bulge resting underneath those red silk boxers.

He laughed, "obvious as hell, hun." With his left hand, he pulled the elastic waist of his boxers down, giving her a full view of the huge snake coiled there in his lap. Even limp, it was enormous. It lay there, resting, recharging, gathering up strength for its next onslaught. With another laugh, he snapped the elastic back into place.

"Why don't you make me a snack, little Quimby?" he laughed.

Weak kneed, she staggered into the kitchen. There was no way she could focus her attention long enough to prepare anything. She knew where James kept crackers and trays, but she couldn't focus. Everything she looked at was blotted out by the memory of those bright red boxers and the promise of what lay beneath them. She leaned against the counter and slid her hand between her legs. She'd never been this desperately horny in her life and certainly not for any one particular man. It was scary and exhilarating. She was still wearing the harem-girl outfit - they'd had her put it on each time she left the bedroom - and she slid her hands down underneath the wide belt. With a vision of Meat's naked body in her mind, she brought herself to orgasm quickly.

"Is this how we serve our guests?" she heard James' angry voice from behind her. He'd been standing on the other side of the kitchen with a camera in his hand, caught the entire event on video. "For the website," he announced.

"James," she whispered. She ran to him, wrapped her arms around him and started licking his neck. "Are you in the mood, dear? Did that turn you on?" His cock was large but nothing like Meat's. It would be good enough for now, though, she thought. She stroked him and tried to entice him but he was all business tonight. He pushed her away.

"Get the snacks out there," he said, then turned and left the room. She was on fire with frustration now. The hand job she'd given herself sated her for only a few moments, everything circled back to Meat.

Rosie found a box of crackers and smeared them with a variety of cheeses. She dipped her finger in the cheese and licked it clean, closing her eyes and remembering the same kind of licking earlier, cleaning the men in the other room. She reached for the bunch of grapes and touched each one lightly as she plucked it from the stem, tender little balls of sweet juice aching to spurt into her mouth. She sliced an apple, feeling its cool skin and watching the knife penetrate, separate, cleave it into wedges. She arranged the wedges side by side in pairs on the plate, small vaginas to be lifted with thick, tattooed fingers and eaten. She was feverish by the time she finished, the crotch of the harem pants moist with arousal.