les histoires de chrislebo

Satisfait, il me caresse les cheveux, comme il caresserait *** chien.
Je reste ainsi un petit moment, les regardant jeter des jetons sur un tapis vert et soudain :
« Yessss ! Regarde ca Michel ! Ta petite pute me porte chance ! Haha ! Je vais peut être bien te la racheter ! Hahaha ! »
Il se penche vers moi et embrasse le dessus de mon crane.
« Humm ! Merci salope ! Tiens ! Vas nous chercher des bières dans le frigo et apporte les au salon ! »
Je me relève et il me tapote le cul.
Dans le frigo, il n'y a que des bières. C'est sur, ils ne mangent pas ici.
J'en apporte cinq que je pose sur la table basse.
Dino est dans un canapé avec le gynéco et l'homme classe sur l'autre avec le black.
Michel reste debout, légèrement à l'écart, appuyé contre le mur.
« Viens là ma belle ! Viens voir tonton Dino ! »
Il s'écarte un peu pour me laisser une place entre lui et Vincent. Il passe *** bras autour de mes épaules, tandis que *** autre main est déjà à l'assaut de ma poitrine. Il tire sur le corset et extirpe mes seins. Il les malaxe sans ménagement, tirant de temps à autre sur mes pointes dressées.
Vincent, lui, laisse glisser sa main de mes genoux à mes cuisses. Il les écarte et effleure mon string. Je suis traversée par un courant électrique qui me donne la chair de poule.
« Humm ! Regarde Dino ! La demoiselle est sensible ! Elle vibre ! »
« Je vois, je vois ! Regarde un peu comment bandent ses tétons ! Regarde si *** clito bande aussi ! Humm ! »
Vincent écarte le bout de tissus et *** doigt s'insinue entre mes grandes lèvres jusqu'à mon bouton rose.
« Putain ! Elle bande plus fort qu'Idriss ! Attend chérie, je vais te faire une pipe ! »
Vincent se place à genoux devant moi, ôte mon string avec habileté et plonge *** visage entre mes cuisses.
Sa langue est chaude et redoutable d'agilité. Il me fouille, aspire mon jus puis pince mon clito entre ses lèvres, tout en l'excitant du bout de la langue.
J'oublie ma peur et mes craintes pour m'abandonner, sans m'en rendre compte, à mon plaisir. Je ferme les yeux et pousse déjà un petit cri de satisfaction. Ca remplit Dino de bonheur.
« Houu ! T'es une chaude toi ! Tu démarre au quart de tour ! Hein ? Tiens, prend ca dans ta menotte ! »
Il prend ma main et la pose sur *** sexe qu'il avait au préalablement sorti de *** pantalon.
Elle est courte mais épaisse. *** prépuce est roulé à la base de *** gland formant un étrange anneau de peau. Je n'ai guère de longueur à masturber, bien qu'il me semble en érection complète. C'est donc de deux doigts et mon pouce que je le masturbe.
Il semble s'en satisfaire.
« Ha oui, salope ! Branle-moi bien avant que je ne t'encule bien à fond. »
De l'autre canapé, la voix de Frédérique se fait entendre.
« Ha ben bravo ! C'est très classe ! Quand je dis que vous êtes des goujats, s'en est bien la preuve ! »
« Tais toi donc Fredo ! Y a pas plus vulgaire que toi quand tu fornique ! Haha ! »
« Ho oui ! C'est bon ! Oui ! Ho ! Je vais jouir ! »
« Hé, les mecs ! Elle est déjà en transe ! »
Ma jouissance est montée d'un coup, sans prévenir. Je m'agrippe à la queue de Dino et aux cheveux du « doc ».
Il se redresse, relevant mes jambes au dessus de ses épaules et se plante en moi avant même que je ne comprenne ce qui m'arrive.
« Ouai ! C'est bien Vincent ! Bourre la, bien à fond cette morue ! »
Je sens ses mains passer derrière moi et c'est avec dextérité qu'il parvient à dégrafer mon corset. Une fois fait, il l'arrache et le jette loin dans la pièce.
Tout en me gratifiant de violents coups de buttoir, il plonge *** visage sur ma poitrine et dévore mes seins à tour de rôle.
Je délaisse Dino pour caresser les cheveux et la nuque de cet homme qui me conduit tout droit au paradis.
Un instant, mon regard croise celui de Michel, toujours appuyé au mur. Cela a pour effet de décupler mon plaisir. Me faire prendre ainsi sous le regard de ce salaud, sachant qu'il me désire, mais qu'il ne m'aura jamais, me comble de bonheur.
« Ouiiii ! Je viens ! Je viens ! »
« Oui ! Salope ! Je viens aussi ! Jouis avec moi, putain ! Oui ! Maintenant ! Harggg ! »
« Ouiiiiiiiii ! Rhooo ! Ouiiiii ! »
Je m'étonne. D'ordinaire, avec Eddy, je ne suis pas si démonstrative. Je ne me serais jamais cru capable d'hurler mon plaisir ainsi. Je mets ca sur le fait que je me fais besogner dans des conditions exceptionnelles.
Vincent se retire et repose mes jambes au sol pour reprendre sa place près de moi. Il pose sa main sur ma cuisse et la caresse doucement.
« Passe à mon cabinet quand tu veux ! Ouff ! T'es une sacrée baiseuse ! »
Je souris. Effondrée au bord du canapé, je sens *** foutre s'échapper de ma fente. Je suis essoufflée et j'ai chaud. Inconsciemment, j'ai reprit le sexe de Dino dans ma main.
« Houlà, petite ! Laisse la bête se reposer, sinon elle va te cracher *** venin dans la main ! T'es super bandante tu sais ? »
Frédérique se lève et se place en bout de table basse.
« C'est vrais qu'elle est bandante ! Viens t'assoir là pour goutter à mon dard ! »
Je peine à me relever. Ma chatte continue à laisser s'écouler le trop plein de sirop. Il glisse sur mes cuisses et mes bas, jusqu'à atteindre les lanières de satin de mes sandales.
Assise sur le bord de la table basse, Frédérique vient me présenter *** « dard ».
Il peut être fier. Il est superbe, tant par sa longueur, sa grosseur ou *** aspect général. C'est donc sans recul aucun que je dépose mes lèvres sur le bout de *** nœud.
Il est doux, lisse et sent bon le savon.
J'entrouvre ma bouche et le laisse la pénétrer doucement. Ma langue, au passage, stimule ses terminai***s en virevoltant autour du gland gonflé.
Mes mains viennent naturellement palper les deux bourses énormes qui se tiennent solidement sous la verge dressée.
Le tout est lisse comme la peau d'un nouveau né. Cette sensation est étrange et nouvelle pour moi.
J'ai envie de sucer, lécher, aspirer. Même envie d'aller plus loin. De passer sous les testicules gonflées pour lécher le périnée et pourquoi pas aller jusqu'à l'anus.
Malheureusement ou heureusement, la position m'en empêche.
« Ho oui ! Suceuse de bites ! Sac à foutre ! Garage à bites ! Bouffe-moi les couilles ! Salope ! »
Dino éclate de rire.

« Oui ! Vas-y Fredo ! Ca c'est très classe ! Haha ! Super ! »
« Putain de merde ! Ce n'est pas ma faute ! C'est une pute de première ! »
Etrangement, ses encouragements pas très distingués me motivent et je m'applique à lui dispenser une fellation dont il se rappellera toute sa vie.
Le résultat ne se fait pas attendre et un bouillonnement épais et gras vient envahir ma bouche. La quantité est telle que je n'ai pas d'autre choix que d'absorber le breuvage chaud, dans sa totalité.
Satisfait de ma prestation, Fredo essuie sa verge gluante sur mon visage.
Je suis étrangement détendue. Je m'appuis sur mes bras et penche ma tête en arrière en faisant gonfler ma poitrine au maximum. J'ai envie de plaire. J'ai envie d'exciter.
C'est ce qu'il semble se passer avec Idriss.
Le grand black se déshabille entièrement face à moi. Sa peau brille et dessine une musculature parfaite. Mais lorsqu'il retire *** boxer, je reste bouche bée.
Jamais je n'ai vu un sexe de cette taille. Pas ********* large, mais d'une longueur et d'une vigueur impressionnante.
Il s'approche de moi fièrement, exhibant sa massue et me frappe les seins avec. Je le vois, serrant les dents comme s'il était en colère. Je dois reconnaitre qu'il m'impressionne.
Soudain, il me tend les mains, m'invitant à me lever.
Un silence étrange règne dans la pièce. Per***ne ne parle. Per***ne ne commente. Tous, semblent retenir leur souffle comme si une chose extraordinaire allait se produire.
Sans un mot, il me tourne et me place à quatre pattes sur la table de bois.
Le gland ébène vient se positionner face à ma vulve, et doucement il commence sa progression en moi.
Je me sens tout d'abord remplie. Tout simplement. Comme je le serais avec n'importe quel amant.
Il me pilonne gentiment, sans brusquerie.
Mon plaisir monte et je me sens mouiller de plus en plus.
Ses mains puissantes viennent se poser sur mes hanches et les serrent de plus en plus fort, au fur et à mesure que sa verge progresse dans mon ventre.
Je commence à comprendre le silence soudain. L'intérêt que portent les autres hommes à cette pénétration.
Je suis désormais, plus que remplie. Je suis pleine. Plus que pleine.
Mais rien ne peut plus l'arrêter et il continu à progresser en moi.
Il cogne mon utérus. Doucement au debut puis de plus en plus fort.
Je me surprends à m'adapter. Juste quelques douleurs furtives qui disparaissent rapidement pour laisser place à un plaisir intense.
Je me surprends même à pousser mon cul en arrière, pour venir à sa rencontre.
« Regardez ca, les mecs ! Quelle salope ! Elle le bouffe tout entier ! Regardez, ses couilles lui frappent l'anus ! Putain ! Quelle poufiasse ! T'avais rai***, Michel ! C'est une sacrée salope ta poupée ! »
Sur ces belles paroles, Dino se présente face à moi.
« Tiens ma belle ! Redonne-moi vigueur et ***** ! Que je puisse te remplir le fion comme tu le mérite ! »
Je prends sa queue dans ma bouche et je le suce au rythme des coups de bite qui me pourfendent.
Pour la première fois, j'entends la voix d'Idriss.
« Humm ! Ouii ! Hachhh ! »
Je n'en entendrais pas plus.
Un flot puissant et bouillonnant qui me semble incessant, inonde mon antre et me fais lâcher un nouveau cri de plaisir.
« Ho ouiii ! Baise-moi fort ! Baisez moiii ! Baisez moi tous ! Ouiiii ! Hooooo ! »
« T'inquiète, putain ! On n'en a pas fini avec toi ! Je vais encore te bourrer le cul ! Tu vas voir, ca vas te plaire ! Hein ? »
« Ho ouii ! Enculez-moi ! Enculez-moi fort ! »
Je ne me reconnais pas. Est-ce vraiment moi qui prononce ces mots ? Je me sens comme possédée.
« Ho oui, je vais te défoncer le cul ! Mais je les aime sales, besognés, dilatés et remplis à ras bord ! Ton chéri va me rendre ce service avant que je te souille comme tu le mérite. Viens Michel ! Viens enculer ta pute ! Viens me préparer le terrain ! »
« Non ! Monsieur Dino ! Je vous en supplie ! Non, pas ca ! »
« Ben quoi, salope ? Il t'encule jamais ton mec ? »
Impossible de lui dire que ce n'est pas la sodomie qui me pose problème. Bien au contraire, c'est une pratique que j'affectionne tout particulièrement.
Ce qui me pose problème c'est de penser que ce pourri de Michel va arriver à ses fins.
Dans le reflet du frigo, je le vois derrière moi qui se déshabille, puis qui s'approche de moi.
Il pose ses mains sur mes hanches et appuis sur ma colonne vertébrale avec ses pouces, pour me faire cambrer.
Fatiguée d'être en appuis sur mes bras, je me laisse tomber sur mes avant bras. Mais dans cette position, je suis bien plus que cambrée. Je suis complètement offerte.
Il pose et frotte *** gland sur ma fente gluante. Il pourrait se contenter de me faire ma fête. *************** serrait déjà bien assez importante et dégradante pour moi. Mais Michel, outre le fait d'être un salaud et un menteur, est un également un sale vicieux doublé d'un pervers. Alors, il prend un malin plaisir à m'avilir totalement par des paroles.
« Humm ! T'inquiète pas chérie ! Je vais t'enculer comme on encule une reine ! Même ton connard d'Eddy ne t'aura jamais enculé comme ca ! »
« Eddy ? C'est qui ca, Eddy ? »
« C'est rien Dino ! C'est juste *** ex ! Hein, ma belle ? »
Je suis folle de rage. Je me retiens pour ne pas me lever et le gifler.
« Mais avant de t'empaler, je vais huiler mon gourdin dans la bave de ta chatte. Humm ! Tu dois être bien remplie. »
Il me pénètre lentement. Ses mains glissent de mes hanches à mes seins. Ceux là même qu'il convoite depuis si longtemps. Il les malaxe à m'en faire mal. Il tire sur mes pointes comme pour les arracher.
« Humm ! Tes petits seins, si doux, si fermes. Fais-moi penser à les dévorer tout à l'heure. »
Il me donne quelques coups de queue très puissants et percute mon utérus violement.
« Tu me fais mal, salaud ! »
« Tu disais pas ca avec Idriss ! »
« Ordure ! Lui c'est un homme ! Il sait baiser une femme ! »
Dino éclate de rire.
« Hé bien, mes chéris ! C'est l'amour vache chez vous ! Hahaha ! »
« Oui Dino ! Cette pute adore être mal traitée ! Allez ! Assez joué ! Je vais te la préparer ! »
Il s'extirpe de mon vagin et se place sur ma pastille brune.
« Voilà pour toi petite putain ! »
Il m'arrache un cri de douleur en s'enfonçant d'un coup et complètement en moi. Heureusement, j'ai appris avec Eddy à contrôler mes sodomies. Je parviens rapidement à me détendre et ne plus sentir que du plaisir. Mais je ne le montre pas et reste stoïque.
« Hé bien ! C'est tout ? Tout ce cirque pour ca ? Je ne te sens même pas ! Tu me déçois. Dépêche-toi de cracher ton jus stérile que je puisse prendre mon pied avec ton ami Dino ! »
Vexé, il abat une main sur mes fesses. La fessée me chauffe un peu et même si je déteste ca, celle-ci à un peu le gout de la victoire.
Enfin, il se bloque au fond de moi et je sens sa liqueur brulante atteindre mes viscères en longs jets saccadés.

Je le sens satisfait d'avoir enfin baisé cette Cathy qui c'était refusée à lui de si nombreuses fois.
Mais pour ma part, je considère *** triomphe comme étant bien minable.
« Tiens Dino ! La pute est prête ! Comme tu les aiment... bien garnies ! »
Dino c'est installé dans un des canapés. Il est entièrement nu et masturbe ce qui lui sert d'appendice sexuel.
« Viens là ma chérie ! Viens t'assoir sur tonton Dino ! »
Je peux enfin me relever. Mes genoux me font mal. Ils ***t tout plats.
Je tourne le dos à Dino, enjambes ses cuisses et m'assois sur lui. Je suis étonnée de sentir sa verge particulièrement dure. Je la prends et la guide vers mon anus gorgé de foutre.
Il me pénètre sans difficulté et je sautille au rythme de ses coups de reins.
*** ventre appuit dans mon dos. Je laisse aller mon corps. Je me casse les reins et pose ma nuque sur *** épaule. Il m'enlace et caresse mes seins offerts, puis mon ventre qui se soulève à chaque respiration. Les caresses ***t douces, voir tendres. Puis il entreprend de masturber mon clito.
Je suis déjà prête à me rendre dans un râle, lorsqu'Idriss se plante devant moi, sexe à la main. Il me regarde du haut de *** mètre quatre vingt dix et ne tarde pas à jouir sur mon corps. Emportée dans un tourbillon de sensations et de plaisir, j'étale la semence chaude sur ma peau...C'est l'apothéose.
La queue de Dino est bien plus importante qu'il y paraissait et il me sodomise bien à fond. A moins que ce ne soit la position qui lui facilite le travail.
Peu importe ! Je le sens bien et mon clito m'envoie des décharges électrique qui complète mon bien être.
« Humm ! Tu me sens, chérie ? Hein ? Tu me sens bien ? »
« Ho ouiii Dino ! Je la sens bien ! Tu vas me faire jouir comme une folle ! Ouiiii ! Hummmm ! »
« Ho ouiii ! Je te défonce ton petit cul de pute. Il est bien graissé ! Haaa ! Je viens ! Je viens ! »
« Ouiii ! Vas-y Dino ! Je viens aussi ! Ouiiii ! Joui avec moi ! Ouiiii ! Haaaaa ! »
« Hargggggg ! Ouiiiii ! »
Dans la brume de mon plaisir, j'entrevois Michel, rhabillé et de nouveau collé contre *** mur.
Sur *** visage, je peux lire une étrange tristesse. J'en suis heureuse.
Haletante, je me relève et m'écroule dans le canapé, près de Dino.
Je n'en peux plus. Je suis épuisée et je pense même m'être assoupie un moment.
Quand j'ouvre les yeux, les hommes ***t retournés à leur poker.
Je suis allongée, nue, sur le canapé. Mes affaires ***t posées sur la table basse.
Je fini de me rhabiller lorsque Michel vient me voir.
« C'était super, Cathy ! Ca c'est super bien passé ! J'ai vraiment été heureux de ce moment de tendresse et de complicité avec toi. Allez ! Je t'offre un café et je te raccompagne ! Ok ? »
Je craque.
Je me lève et lui balance une gifle dont il se souviendra longtemps.
Je prends le temps d'aller embrasser...sur la bouche...chacun des joueurs, et je m'éclipse.

La nuit fut courte. Je suis réveillée par le téléphone.
« Allo, ma puce ? C'est moi. Tout vas bien je suis bien arrivé. Et toi, ca vas ? »
« Tu me manque Eddy ! Tes bras me manquent. »
« Je rentre demain et là...promis, je te fais l'amour toute la nuit. »
« Hummmm ! J'ai hâte ! »

Je me sens bizarre. Je ne suis plus la même.
J'ai trahi cet homme que j'aime au profit d'un autre qui ne m'est rien.
J'ai découvert une partie de moi que je ne connaissais pas.
L'expérience m'a plu et je ne veux pas m'arrêter là.
J'en veux encore.
J'en veux plus.
Une chan*** de Jean-Jacques Goldman tourne dans ma tête. Elle dit :

On saura jamais c'qu'on a vraiment dans nos ventres
Caché derrière nos apparences
L'âme d'un brave ou d'un complice ou d'un bourreau ?
Ou le pire ou plus beau ?

Moi, je crois avoir trouvé ma place.

Une semaine plus tard.
« Allo ? Michel ? C'est Cathy ! ...

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Howdy Neighbor


"At least it's better than an apartment" I told myself. I was in the process of moving into my new duplex. I had hoped to rent a house, all by myself, but the real estate prices wouldn't allow it. Now all I had to do was share one wall – it could DEFINITELY be worse.

I had not met my neighbor yet. The landlady told me that he was a retiree or something, not very old, maybe a trust fund baby? She said he'd lived there for several years and never had any complaints, although the various tenants of my unit only seemed to last a little while. I made a note to go over and introduce myself once I was all moved in; be neighborly.

My first night in the place, still full of boxes, promised to be nice and calm. It was a Wednesday, so once I'd taken a bath and pulled on my sweat pants and t-shirt I made some tea and grabbed my book. It was getting late – almost eleven – but I figured I'd treat myself to a chapter before crashing. About an hour later I was roused from where I'd fallen a***** on the couch by the sound of booming music coming from my neighbor's unit.

He was apparently having a party. A very loud party.

I tried to ignore it, figuring that it couldn't go on too long, but finally at 3am I pulled on my terrycloth robe and practical slippers and made my way to his door. I hated to meet my neighbor this way, but who has a loud party until 3am on a weeknight?? I rang the bell, and after a moment someone answered the door. "Are you Carl? I'm your new neighbor..." I started. The fellow at the door called for Carl, and soon he appeared.

Carl was my age, chubby with unfortunate skin and greasy hair. I found myself rearing back without meaning to; he noticed, but only smiled. "What can I do for ya?" he asked, a martini glass in one hand and cigarette filter in the other.

"I'm sorry for us to meet this way. I'm your new neighbor, Barbara, and I have to get up tomorrow and go to work. It's really very late – I really need you to break up the party." Carl stood, sipping his ***** and staring directly into my eyes for several minutes. Finally he allowed his smile to return and he nodded.

"I'll take care of it." He replied.

I thanked him and shuffled back to my door, climbing into bed for whatever hours of ***** I could get before the alarm would sound at 7am.

The next night I'd unpacked the living room completely. I again slipped into my comfy pjs and climbed into bed around 11:30pm, confident that I'd get a full night's ***** tonight. It was therefore extremely irritating when the party sounds woke me again around 1am, and over and over until I was ****** to get up yet again to address things at 4am. This time I pounded on his door, trying to seem more intimidating than my robe could really convey.

"What can I do for ya?" he asked as he opened the door.

"Are you serious???" I shouted. "Didn't we JUST have this conversation yesterday morning about this time? I HAVE to WORK! I know you're some sort of privileged rich kid who doesn't have to WORRY about a JOB, but I do. Shut down the damned party!!!"

Carl once again let the silence linger between us, interrupted only by my angry huffs, and finally smiled and replied "I'll take care of it." Satisfied I stormed back to my door, slamming it for effect.

My third night I stayed up later, wanting to completely finish unpacking my kitchen before I went to bed. At midnight I listened for the sounds of a party but heard only silence next door. As I crawled into bed I felt smug, but also made a note to report his rude behavior to the landlady. How was it possible he'd never had any complaints before?

Saturday afternoon. I was unpacking the office when I heard my doorbell. Opening the door I was surprised to find Carl standing there. "Howdy, neighbor." He smiled. "Say, I just wanted to apologize for the rough start to our relationship. I'd love for you and me to have a quick sit-down and work out some ground rules so that things are smooth going forward. I've always valued the importance of being neighborly. What do you say?"

I was pleasantly surprised. Maybe I'd underestimated him after all. "That would be great, Carl. I've got coffee – would you like a cup?" I asked, opening the screen door and inviting him in. He asked for black w/ two sugars and I turned to head to the kitchen.

The world suddenly exploded white, and then crashed to black.

I vaguely remembered that I'd hit my head or something; nothing important, but that Carl and I had had a good chat and worked out an agreement we were both happy with, though what the specific agreement was I couldn't quite recall. And then I remembered deciding to take a nice, long nap on the couch for my headache. During the nap I had a terrible dream where, instead of hitting my head, I was shot with a tazer, and then strapped to some kind of board, with wires and leads and other things attached to my naked body. There was pain and pleasure and voices explaining things to me, programming me in impossibly calm voices. But I woke on the couch, relieved to find it all a bad dream.

That night I was once again roused from my ***** at 1am by the sounds of a very loud party next door. I leapt up, reaching angrily for my robe, but thought better of it. I looked at myself, reflected in the mirror, in my comfy pajamas and decided that was not the right impression to give. Looking through my closet I instead found the short skirt a friend had made me buy three years ago, still with the tag hanging from it, and added a black sports bra and my only high-heeled pumps. I ran a quick, angry brush through my hair, adding a little lipstick, and was finally ready to go next door and confront my neighbor.

I rang the doorbell and waited. At last the door opened and there stood Carl once again, looking as though he'd been expecting me. "Come on in, neighbor." He smiled, gesturing past him into the house. I did as invited. His living room was full of people, mostly men about his age. The smell of pot filled the room, giving it an opium den's hazy appearance. The music assaulted my ears, much louder than I would ever listen to it. Carl sidled up next to me, calling to his guests. "Hey, guys? This is my new neighbor Barbara." He said, putting his hands on my shoulders. "She came by to be neighborly. Get to know her; show her a great time."

Many of the guests cheered at the word 'neighborly', causing me to smile *************. A man sitting at the far side of the couch called to me, saying "come over here and have a seat." As I slid past and around various legs a friend of Carl's approached him.

"Isn't that the chick that busted the last couple parties, man? Aren't you worried she'll call the cops or something?"

Carl smiled. "Don't worry, Gabe. We've got a new understanding. She understands now the need to be more neighborly."

I'd finally reached Carl's guest, resting my rump on the arm of the couch as there were no seats in that corner of the room. The man who'd invited me over stopped me, saying "no, here. Sit here. On my lap." And he patted his thigh. I started to slide over and he stopped me once more. "oh, wait one second." Putting his beer down on the end table the man undid his jeans, pulling his rock-hard cock out to stand completely erect in his lap. "THERE we go. Now have a seat." I casually positioned myself over his lap, lowering my snatch down on him. At that moment I realized I'd left underwear out of my outfit when dressing at home, and so I easily slid his length up inside me.

"Well?" he asked, causing me to look over my shoulder at him. "Don't just sit there. It's a party – be neighborly." I blushed, embarrassed that I'd made such a social faux pah, and promptly began to slide my slick pussy up and down his dick. I wondered when I'd began to get wet – it seemed like I'd been juicy down there from the moment I woke. Once I'd ridden him long and slow for a few minutes I shifted to more of a bounce, my boobs rebounding impressively with each shot. "I'm Dan, by the way." The man mentioned through rough breaths, his right hand sliding up to yank my sports bra up to sit above my titties, letting them pop free. He greedily grabbed the right tit, manhandling it while the left continued to flop around with each bounce.

"Barbara." I gasped, on the crest of an orgasm, "but you can just call me partydoll." I'd barely finished my sentence when I cried out with my first spasms of cum. The room cheered at my cry and I flushed, pleased at making such a good impression. After a few minutes Dan fountained hot cum up inside me, sending a second shudder of orgasm through me. I stood, thanking him, and looked around the room for somewhere to which I should move. Our mixed slime trickled down the inside of my thighs.

On the other side of the coffee table another guest waved me over, gesturing to the floor before him. I slid around the table, kneeling before the new guest, and began to undo his jeans to free his also hard rod, my mouth already watering. As I leaned forward, taking the tip of his cock eagerly into my mouth he said "I'm Vince. I understand you're a partydoll?" My mouth too full of cock to say anything I simply nodded and tried to smile around his member. "Well, partydoll, it's Very! Nice! To Meet! You!" With each word Vince, having grabbed the back of my head, shoved his entire length deep into my mouth, pushing past the gag reflex to fill my throat. I felt incredibly used at that moment, which only sent another wave of lust through me.

A guest sitting on the floor near Vince leaned over, his hand going up under my skirt and sliding on and around my pussy. "Wow!" he replied, pulling out a palm completely coated in cum. "She's completely into this alright!"

"Yeah, this is the thing with Carl." Another guest laughed, watching as Vince crammed his cock deep down my throat and shot jet after jet into me as I moaned in passion. "I don't know how he does it, but his neighbors are always these completely sex-crazed whores. They come to every party and you can do anything you want with them. I mean, don't try to have a conversation or anything, because there's nothing going on in there, but otherwise the sky's the limit!"

In the next thirty minutes I happily slurped down two more cocks and was bent over a couch by a man I learned was Carl's little brother. My sports bra had been discarded but I still wore the skirt, though now it was crusty with dried spunk. At the strike of 2am everyone cheered and a space in the breakfast nook was cleared, about 6 guests (4 men and 2 women) gathered in a circle, along with me. An empty champagne bottle was placed at the center of the circle and one guest gave it a healthy spin. As it came to a stop, pointing at one of the ladies across the circle, the two shared a deep kiss. The game continued this way for several turns. A lady guest gave it a spin and it came to a stop pointing directly at me. The entire room erupted in cheers. I began to crawl toward her to give her the prize but she stopped me.

"Lie down in the center of the circle." She grinned, picking up the bottle, her expression slightly sinister. I did as commanded, as I no longer had any inclination other than to please, and awaited my next direction. "Spread your legs and grab your knees" she ordered, which I did, lifting my rear off the floor and pointing my cunt at the ceiling. "Now, open wide." I began to open my mouth, but instead I felt something cold and smooth sliding into my pussy. I looked down to see the woman grinning like a jack-o-lantern as she began to fuck me with the champagne bottle.

"Start the timer!" she yelled. "I say 11 minutes!"

Another guest called out "I got 12 minutes!" At least a dozen more wagers were called out, money piled by my head, but I was only vaguely aware of the interactions, my focus completely on the bottle plowing into me. Though tapered at the mouth, the bulk of the bottle was much wider than any cock I'd ever had and each time she shoved it deeply into me I felt my pussy stretch eagerly to accommodate. I was vaguely aware of the deep, guttural moans and high pitched squeaks coming from my mouth, as well as the drool running down my face as I thrashed my head back and forth with each amazing thrust. If I'd ever felt more pleasure than this moment I had no memory of it.

When I began to jut my ass forward to meet her vicious attack the crowd exploded with cheers. Moments later I released my knees, planting my feet flat on the floor to stabilize me during my mind-crushing orgasm. I arched my back and screamed out in passion, and after almost a full minute of spasms I felt the bottle sliding out of me. A voice called out "Six minutes! Who had six minutes?" I heard another voice in the crowd exclaim "Man, that's a new record. This chick is HOT!"

The woman who'd been fucking me, whom someone had called Stacy, held the bottle in the air triumphantly, displaying almost an inch of cum I'd pumped into it. As the crowd cheered once again she called out "Quite the little producer this one, Carl." Still grinning, Stacy stood and walked to my face. "Bottoms up, partydoll." She grinned, upturning the bottle over me and pouring my own spunk onto my face. It splashed across my face, although I tried desperately to get as much of it into my mouth, swallowing with a sigh.

An hour later, as I found myself on my hands and knees with a "Charlie" fucking my face and a "Rob" giving my pussy everything he had, Carl came by to see how his guests were enjoying the party favor. "She's SO horny!" grunted Rob, reaching around to flick my clit for the anguished moan it elicited from me. "She's kind of got that "naughty librarian" thing going for her, ya know?

"She's an assistant D.A." Carl replied, smiling. This only seemed to spur the men on.

"Oh yeah?" Charlie growled, speeding up his pace. "This is for my cousin Chip, sitting in jail right now on some bogus ***** charge!" I lapped up every drop of his seed as he shot it all over my smiling face. Charlie topped it off by hocking a warm loogie onto my face. "Fucking cunt." He cursed.

Carl smiled at me, commanding me: "lap that up too, bitch." I did so without a second thought. I'd stopped thinking moments after walking through Carl's door.

The next morning I woke a little later than normal. I felt well rested – another night without a loud party! I could get used to this, I thought to myself. I climbed out of bed and found my pussy a little sore, but as I'd been programmed to do I simply chalked it up to too much masturbating before bed. Something I'd normally never do...?

I saw my neighbor pulling out of his driveway as I made my breakfast. "I'm so glad that Carl and I came to an understanding." I thought to myself. "Maybe one of these nights I should go over to one of his parties." I sipped my coffee. "You know, to be neighborly."

When I got the job at the D.A.'s office I thought I'd finally got my dream job. Sure, just a paralegal. For NOW. But this was the brass ring, the dream for always: to work for the D.A.

I'd always been considered a real shark in law school, going for what I want and never letting anyone get in my way. Right vs. wrong had always mattered to me, and here it felt like I finally had the chance to punish the bad guys.

Right up until I met my boss.

Her name was Barbara Bastich, but everyone just called her Barbie BallBuster. She was all the things I'd always thought I'd respect in another woman; all the things I'd hoped that people said about me: driven, ambitious, shrewd, focused and not afraid to speak her mind. But as it turns out someone like that can also be a total bitch! Not only did her attention to detail usually result in her pointing out my mistakes in public and her drive lead to my working incredibly long hours, but each time a really worthy case crossed my desk and I would take it to her she'd shoot it down. EVERY TIME. She'd say there wasn't sufficient evidence or enough from the witnesses or something, but I knew what was really going on. She didn't want to risk her track record for wins. It was her ambition again, and this I just couldn't stand.

About the time I thought I'd be stuck in professional prison forever another of the ADA's asked me to help him on a case. It was one of the ones that I'd showed to Barbie BallBuster, but he was interested where she'd just rejected it outright. I researched case law and found precedent and helped with filing briefs and he even said I could sit at his table in court! But then suddenly it was all gone. Barbie had found out about it and put the kibosh on the whole thing.

That same day she followed me into the breakroom, closing the door behind her. She came at me so fast I backed up to the fridge to get some space between us, but still she stood with her nose practically touching mine. "Let's be very clear on our jobs and responsibilities, Ms. Kramer." She growled at me. "It's my job to decide what cases we pursue, and it's your job to get me coffee and file my emails. And until you can remember which of those is your job I think that's all you'll be doing for the next two weeks." She stormed out, leaving me visibly shaken.

But then I got mad.

I stormed home, taking the rest of the day off. I fumed in my apartment for a while, but finally had to let her know what I thought of her and drove to her home to confront her. Another paralegal had pointed out her duplex one day when we drove by, so I knew where to find it. I banged on her door and rang the bell but nobody came.

"Can I help you?" I looked up to see this chubby, greasy nerd coming down the walk from the other half of the duplex.

"I'm looking for Barbie Ba-, that is I'm looking for Barbara Bastich."

"Are you a friend of hers?" he asked. I let out a harsh chuckle.

"Not exactly." I replied. "Are you?"

He smiled back at me. "Not exactly. Why are you looking for her?" All the sudden my floodgates exploded and I told this perfect stranger the entire tale of Barbie BallBuster and all that she'd done so far, and would continue to do, to hold me under her damned thumb.

"I just wanted to make it right." I stammered, trying to find the right words. "I wanted to make her pay for being such a bitch." Her neighbor, Carl, smiled at me.

"I think I can help with that. Please, come inside."

The end of the week took forever to arrive, especially as I spent every day filing emails from her overflowing inbox. But my anticipation for the end of the week kept me going. As Barbara left for the day on Friday I called to her "Have a fun weekend!" I got home, collected all the items I needed and made my way to Carl's house around 11pm. There were already some party-goers arriving when I got there.

"Are you ready for this?" he asked me, looking a little concerned. He needn't be.

"I'm more than ready, if you can really deliver what you've promised." I showed him my big bag, full of the various items I'd been ordering online and receiving all week, courtesy of Barbara's credit card information. Carl did not tell me how he'd obtained it and I hadn't asked.

By midnight the place was packed with people and the music and voices were very loud. Just as Carl had promised, the doorbell rang. Carl had me move to the back of the kitchen where I wouldn't be seen and yet I'd be able to see, and then he opened the door. Just as he promised, Barbara Bastich walked in.

I couldn't believe he'd delivered her. How did he do it? I could only see her head through the crowd, but as she entered the house let out a cheer: "Yay, Partydoll's here!" almost immediately someone sitting on the couch called to her and she crossed, disappearing on the other side of the couch. Where had she gone? She was facing the back of the couch so she couldn't have sat down...

Carl called to me, sure now that she wouldn't see me. I approached him, making sure the video camera in my hand was charged and working, and we both snuck up to the couch, looking over the head of the man who had called her over. There, right before me, was Barbie BallBuster with this man's dick filling her mouth.

I just gawked for what seemed like an eternity. At last Carl whispered "Um,... action?" and I remembered what the weight in my hand was for. I hit 'record' and filled the frame with her face, clearly enjoying herself as her mouth was stuffed with cock over and over. I feared she'd look up and see me and that would ruin everything, but I needn't have worried. She had no focus on anything other than the prick she was worshipping, moaning over and over with her facial assault. At that moment the man on the couch threw his legs over her shoulders, pinning her to the couch as he proceeded to fill her mouth with cum. She tried to swallow it all, but eventually his huge deposit oozed out around his dick, sliding down her chin. I made sure to get a great shot of her face splashed with his spunk.

Just then she looked up and our eyes met. I'm sure mine reflected fear, but hers showed no emotion at all at first. Then confusion crept in and she asked me "I know you, right? Janice, right? What are you doing here?" She was not angry, which surprised me – just confused. Carl never skipped a beat, stepping in as I tried to find an answer.

"She's with me. She's a guest at my party, so you be sure you're neighborly to her, understand?" The words wormed their way into her mind and she nodded and smiled.

"Have a great time at the party." She said, and then she was off, being called to a pair of men across the room. Only now did I get a good look at her outfit. She wore a black tank top and what looked like bicycle shorts. She turned her back to me to cross to her new spot and I saw that the shorts had a slit running from her tailbone and disappearing between her legs. Stepping over a pair of legs I could clearly see that the slit ran all the way to her pelvic bone. As she laid back on the bench, her pussy being filled by one man as the other began to work between her round boobies, I didn't know what to say.

"So, she'll just do whatever she's told to do?"

"Basically. If you get any resistance, which we stopped seeing for the most part a few weeks ago, just remind her she should be neighborly and that returns the status quo." Carl offered me a beer, which I took w/out even looking. "Do you have a plan for what you want in your little video?" he asked. I nodded.

"The key seems to be "hard core" and I think I know just the ticket. I just hope someone around here is more than generously endowed, like you said you could find?" Carl blew through his fingers and a massive mountain of a man popped through the crowd. He was massive in all directions and I had no fears that he wasn't massive where it counted.

"Janice, this is Tank." He shook my hand, and it was so small in comparrison to his that it looked like a puppet hand. Carl insisted that we not interrupt Barbara- Excuse me, I mean PartyDoll- until she'd serviced the couple of people who'd already called to her, so while we waited I explained what I wanted Tank to do and say. He was incredibly gung-ho about the whole thing.

Finally it was our turn. Tank and I had cleared people out of Carl's breakfast nook and we called PartyDoll over. I stepped back, making sure the other two cameras that her credit card had ordered for me were recording, sitting on their tripods, and then I picked up my hand-held. Tank positioned Barbie BallBuster on her hands and knees and after only a moment he pulled out his enormous dick – every bit as gargantuan as Carl had promised – and ****** it right up her fuck hole. She neither called out nor cringed, but instead purred as he got as far as he could.

I called to her around my camera. "Barbara, tell me what you're doing right now and how it makes you feel." The requirement to think or talk as Tank ****** into her again was clearly difficult. She panted out a simple "I'm being fucked in the cunt by Tank's humongous manmeat and I love it." I made my way from her face, which was gradually shifting from an alert smile to a slack-jawed face of lust, and tracked down her body to focus on the image of this monster of a cock burrowing into her. In only a few minutes she had a profound orgasm, crying out from the pleasure.

Tank took this as his cue and he slid out of her pussy. She remained in her position, hopeful that he'd be back. I handed him a spoon, and he slid the cold, silver thing into her pussy, scooping up a heaping helping of cum, both his and hers as well as many, many others, and handing the spoon back to me. Barbara stayed there, never questioning what was happening behind her.

Tank pulled her butt cheeks apart, exposing her tiny little rosebud of an asshole. I dumped her cum mix onto her ass, using the round of the spoon to spread it all over but making sure to leave a lot at the epicenter. Next Tank slid his huge thumb into her ass.

Barbara couldn't help but pull away from this intrusion, having never been penetrated in her ass before. I called to her "Now, now Barbara. Don't forget how important it is to be neighborly." And she stood her ground, but I could see concern in her eyes. As his thumb slid all the way in she bit her lip, grunting slightly while she tried to adjust to the sensation. Tank shifted from thumb to two, and then three, fingers probing her asshole. From her mouth came timid whimpers. Once he was sure she was well lubricated Tank spread her ass open again and began to push his emense prick against her tight hole. The look on her face was fear, while the look on his was pure evil.

Barbara tried again to escape, this time less from instinct and more from panic, but now Tank had a firm grip on her hips as the first third of his cock pushed into her ass. He pushed in a bit more until he was almost 1/2-way inside. I focused the lens on the sight of his member, easily 8 inches wide and at least 12-13 inches long, crammed into her tight hole. Now THIS was JUSTICE!

Tank slid back out, allowing Barbara to exhale at last, but immediately he pushed forward again, eliciting a sharp gasp from her. This time he pushed in faster, reaching about 8-9 inches inside her in a thrust, and then he pulled out again. I could see where he was headed with this and made sure the camera could see well as his third thrust, yanking back on her hips at the same time, buried him all the way inside her. In response she cried out in both pain and pleasure and a rush of cum spewed from her cunt as she orgasmed.

"OK, bitch. Here we go." Tank pressed down on her head, pushing her face down to the floor so that he was pushing against the floor for the best leverage, and next he yanked his cock out and shoved it back in in a single movement, and continued like that with a satisfied grin plastered across his face. Over and over he filled her ass with a wall of flesh, pounding away with no concern about his enormous girth or her tight ass. The first few invasions had been met with great resistance, but as Tank's speed perked up even more he felt her anus relaxing around him. True she was still marvelously tight, but he knew that wouldn't last.

Carl adjusted one of the stationary cameras to focus on Barbara's face, smooshed into the wood floor with a pool of saliva beside it. Janice called to her from her vantage point at the rear. "Barbara, tell me what you're doing. Just keep telling me what you're thinking and feeling!"

Where as before she'd resisted the command to speak, Barbara was so overcome by this experience she craved the opportunity to scream it out, and scream she did. "I'm being fucked in the ass by Tank! He has a huge cock! I'm so full in my ass, I can't imagine anything in the world this tight! He's so big and he's ramming into me so hard, but every time he slams into my ass I cum. Every! Time!" As she cried out the crowd already gathered around increased and soon the entire party stood, enjoying the show. As yet more cum gushed from her pussy cheers began to ripple through her audience. "I just keep cumming, it feels so amazing! I never realized how fabulous it is to be ass fucked. This is the most amazing thing I've ever felt! He's so huge I can feel his cock slamming into my mind – he's fucking my brains out. Fuck my brains out! Fuck me stupid! God that feels so incredible! I love being fucked in the ass!"

As if on cue Tank's cock began to spray the inside of her ass with his cum. As his cock was huge, so was his deposit and all too soon her rear was full to overflowing. The rest of his spunk sprayed over her ass and her back in long, warm ropes. At last he was finished and he released his iron grip on her hips. Barbara's body flopped over in a cum-covered heap, but Janice focused her camera on the blissful, wanton look of pure ecstacy on her face.

Carl, who had stood back and watched the whole fabulous show, decided she wasn't QUITE finished. "don't forget to clean all your crap off of Tank's dick." He chided. Hearing his words Barbara was spurred into action, pulling herself shakily back to her hands and knees and crawling to where Tank sat on the floor with his back against the wall. Without even a second's hesitation Barbara began to lap at his cock, covered in a thick film of brownish cream. It was his cum and her **** mixed together and Janice could not get over the image of her boss slurping big mouthfuls of the slime down obediently.

So talented was Barbara's thorough cleaning that after another ten minutes Tank was completely clean. And hard as a rock. He looked to Janice and said "What say we go for another take, eh?" Barbara needed no other words, automatically returning to her spot on the breakfast nook floor, with her face on the ground and her ass presented to him. Three minutes later she felt Tank fill her ass once again and she let loose with a ************* scream of "Yeeeeesss!"

Sunday morning Barbara slept in a little later than planned. When she climbed out of bed she was struck with a thought: my ass feels... funny. She turned her back to her full-length mirror and lifted her nightgown, sliding down her panties to look at her rump. As she pulled her cheeks apart she stared at her tight rosebud, only to find it not tight at all.

Her asshole gaped open almost to the size of a quarter. She could see right up the canal. She stood, staring for several minutes, and then a warm feeling of happines washed over her and she remembered that she liked how her ass didn't feel so unpleasantly tight anymore. Lucky her and her stretched hole.

Meanwhile a new movie was being displayed on two dozen of the most popular anal sex porn sites on the web. It was called simply "Fuck Toy Learns the Joy of an Ass Fuck", and starred the lovely and vivacious Barbie Ballsucker. Janice enjoyed the almost immediate stream of funds into her paypall account from each download, as well as the rush of emails from happy customers both eager for more videos with Barbie, marveling at the fact that her tight ass took that monster three times!, and also thanking Janice for not messing up the movie by covering up Barbara's face.

Janice was happy to oblige.

Just be nice. That is my cardinal rule: if you can't be nice then you should know there will be consequences. I've had this problem with most of my neighbors; usually over-ambitious women who think that they own the whole world just because they've made a little progress in the world. I don't mind if they want to be bossy, as long as they are neighborly to me. But if they don't know how to be a good neighbor I'm always glad to teach them.

Barbara was just like all the others. She'd came pounding on my door, insisting that I play by her schedule. When she'd asked nicely I had been willing to accommodate, but then she had to be nasty about it. So that Saturday I paid her a visit, using my trusty tazer to knock her out. After that it was a quick thing to bring in The Adjuster. The first of my many attitude-adjustment devices, and created long before the more sleek and sophisticated versions that I now sell to the government, The Attitude Adjuster is simply a board on which I've fastened exactly the right sensors, leads and other devices. I learned long ago that a combination of the right psychotropic ****, the right programming words and the right stimulations and modifications in the right places can make changes to even the most strong-willed of women.

Sure enough, it was only a few hours on The Adjuster for Barbara to have a whole new outlook on the world. Namely this: The next time you're woken by a party the neighborly thing to do is come over and join the party. And if you're a good neighbor you'll do anything that's asked of you at that party. And if those things are dirty things everyone will enjoy it more, and if they're enjoying themselves then you'll enjoy it. The more you enjoy whatever you're doing the more neighborly you're being. But above all else: do whatever you're told. Always.

It had been almost 5 months since her initial programming and Barbara was now an incredibly popular and successful party favor. But as much fun as the first couple of months had been, it was far more exciting once Barbara's employee Janice joined the game. Her hatred of Barbara, combined with her creativity and her completely vicious streak, had resulted in the greatest stream of completely humiliating and kinky adventures. And it was a win-win: the party was fun, Barbara was well and truly used like the party doll I'd made her and Janice was making money hand over fist from the porn videos she was selling all over the internet. It was all too, too good to be true!

That's why I knew it couldn't last forever.

One Friday it all changed. I was sitting on my couch, watching nothing much and dozing. The party the night before had been a doozy and I was catching up a little on ***** before the one that night. Suddenly someone was pounding at my door. I peered through the window and there was my neighbor, obviously angry.

As I opened the door she stormed in, shouting "What the HELL did you do to me, you *** of a bitch?!" I tried to calm her down, but she was on a tear! Finally I had to use her programmed safeword. Yelling "Down, Girl!" she calmed instantly and I had her sit. She was still herself, but the imposed some controls on her level of anger, as well as her ability to act on the anger.

"Tell me what happened. Why are you freaking out at me?" I instructed. Through a clenched jaw she began to explain.

"I had a meeting this afternoon with a defender for an upcoming case." She began, visibly seething. "This jerk is someone I have defeated in court many, MANY times, and his case is a complete loser. I didn't even know what the point was for the meeting, since I had absolutely no need to even consider a deal. He got there and had this smarmy smile on his face. I asked him what was so funny and he said to me "I really enjoyed your movie."

Of course I knew exactly where this was going now, but wanted to hear the whole story anyway. So I let her go on.

"I had no idea what he was talking about, and I told him so. He gave me this look, saying "oh come on, do you think I wouldn't recognize you? Even in that situation I knew it was you!" I told him again I had no idea what he was referring to. And that's when he opened up his laptop, already on, and logged on to this website. This DISGUSTING website."

"About three minutes later some movie started playing on his computer. And I couldn't believe it! there I was, dressed in this skin-tight outfit with a big whole over my privates. And I was being... ********. In my rear by some guy. Some guy with a HUGE penis! I was being anally raped, right there on his goddamned computer!" As she revealed this I could see her face turning a bright red. At the same time, her nipples had perked up, now as hard as rocks. I pretended not to notice as she continued.

"As I sat there, watching, this jerk reveled in the movie as I took this man's penis in my ass three whole times! I don't know why I kept on watching – it was like I couldn't stop myself!"

"And your reaction in the movie to the sex?" I asked her. She flashed an even darker shade of red, but finally answered.

"As I was being ******** in this movie I kept cumming over and over. I don't know how someone could make that happen, because even the IDEA of being... of taking something there... I would never. NEVER. But there I was, some stranger's penis shoved up my ass, and I was orgasming more and more. In the background a woman's voice told me to say what I was feeling and I kept going on and on about how much I loved being assaulted this way. Loved it! And I kept cumming!!" Barbara was humiliated, but she was also aroused. This wasn't part of her programming, so I loved to see it. Apparently *********** was a turn on for her, which I made a mental note to remember for later. Still, this was the moment I knew would come someday, and I already knew what had to happen next. However that didn't mean I couldn't have some fun with it.

"It's a great movie." I replied, smiling. "Have you seen the one where you're hanging from the ceiling?" Barbara's face blanched, all the shame-induced color suddenly evaporating from her face. I assumed her reaction was at the idea of being in bondage, but then she spoke.

"There are other movies?" she gasped, panicked.

"Oh HELL yes!" I replied with enthusiasm. I slipped a DVD into my player, turning on my huge LCD television. "I think at last count there are at least 15 different movies out there featuring you having some AMAZING sex. Janice is a total genius."

Barbara's face spun around to look directly at me. "Janice?" she asked. "My former paralegal Janice?" She looked lost and confused with this latest bombshell, just as I'd hoped.

"Of course Janice. How did you not see that coming? She and I met about four months ago and struck up a perfect partnership. I provide the star, and she came up with the stories. She'd done a lot of research about what sold the most online, but really her genius came from her hatred of you. She truly loved to come up with new, degrading things for you to do, and in exchange everyone had fun and she made a fortune. How else did you explain her having the money to start her own practice?"

"What do you mean a fortune?"

"She posts each movie on at least a dozen different online porn sites, and she gets paid a royalty fee for each viewing. And you, my dear, are VERY popular."

"But why would she do that?" Barbara seemed almost dizzy, trying to make this avalanche of information make sense. Frankly the question amazed and enraged me.

"Why??" I stood back up, crossing to her. "How could you possibly ask that? Is it possible you're so self-involved that you don't even know what a complete bitch you always were to her? You made her job hell, woman! The first movie you saw? That was the first one we shot. I asked her where she got the idea, and she said "this bitch is always such a complete tight-ass. I just figured I'd fix that for her." Barbara flashed red again with shame at the memory of the movie. "Janice was also the one who suggested that we modify your programming so that you'd love having your ass be so loose from now on." I added with a sharp laugh. "Of course that meant that your ass had to keep being fucked. Often. Luckily that's just about your favorite thing nowadays..."

Barbara tried to maintain some level of anger, but I watched her hand drift back to her rear, recognizing her love of her gaping asshole and knowing now it had been a gift from Janice and from me.

At this moment the menu on the DVD finished loading and sprang to life. It was called "Barbara Ballsucker's Porn Collection" and she could see the list of movies, each sporting a little picture of her having obscene sex by the title. Grabbing the remote control I returned to my role of 'friendly producer.' "I really like the one called "Don't Pop Me."

With that I clicked "play" on one of the many videos on the DVD collection. After a few minutes the screen came to life, showing Barbara lying on my pool table in the back room. A female voice, which Barbara now clearly recognized as Janice's, is heard telling her "when I clap my hands you will turn into an inflatable sex doll, with all three of your holes ready and eager to be fucked. But remember, sex dolls don't have feelings, so it doesn't matter what you want, and you obviously won't think. You're just here to be used like the toy you are."

Next a loud "clap!" was heard, and at that moment Barbara's body stiffened, her hands jutting down from her shoulders in unnatural positions and her feet flexed. Her mouth fell into an open "o" position, ready to be fucked, and her ass muscles tensed to allow easy access. For the next fifteen minutes a variety of men used her body for their enjoyment, playing with her in the same way men enjoy playing with blow-up dolls. Periodically they would bend her into bizarre, grotesque positions and snap pictures of themselves with her and her permanently happy face. The big finish came when a couple of the men dropped her on the floor, squatting over her O-shaped mouth and crapping onto it like she was a toilet. "Look!" one of them was heard to yell. "She's our own sexy **** hole!" The room erupted into laughter and the laughter multiplied as the woman's voice, off camera, freed Barbara from her blow up doll-existence, but not before telling her to be sure to lick her lips. I carefully watched the expression on Barbara's face, sitting on my couch, as she took in the huge image of her face sliding her tongue over her ****-covered lips. It was all too priceless. I hit the 'pause' button, leaving her eager and crap-coated face frozen on my wall.

In barely a whisper, her face still in an expression of shock, she asked again "What did you do to me?" I watched her face shifting as the gravity of the situation continued to build in her mind.

"I simply taught you the importance of being a good neighbor." I replied back, matter-of-factly. "Based on your rude behavior it was something you needed to learn. But now that you know, and now that someone you work with knows, I think our fun is over." I stood up, walking to the phone.

"You BET your fun is over!" she replied to me, her previous rage reasserting itself as much as possible, despite her programming. "I'm reporting this whole sick business to the cops! You're going to jail until you DIE!!" As she screamed this I could see her fighting the imaginary restraints keeping her body in check on the couch.

I picked up the phone, dialing. As it rang I turned to her. "Not MY fun, Babs." I replied, smiling. "OUR fun. Yours and mine. Don't worry, I'll make sure that continue to have lots and lots of fun, but now you'll get to have it with different folks." The panic that spread over her face showed me that she only now understood her current predicament. Just then the phone on the other end of the line was answered.

"Pinto! It's Carl. Say, you remember that time when you asked me to keep an eye open for anyone who would be good in your work? Well I have hit the jackpot, my friend. Seriously. I'm not kidding! You have to meet her. Will you be there at work tonight? Excellent. I'll see you in a few hours."

Now it's about 10pm as Barbara and I pull up to the huge warehouse. She sits happily in the seat by mine, her new programming having been absorbed easily. For such a normally ******** person her mind seems almost eager to let me reshape it any way I want. I regret that I won't have any more opportunities to remake her, but at least this last version will bring joy to millions. As I park the car I pat her knee and tell her "this is it." She smiles vacantly and climbs out of the car, following me to the small man-door of the huge building. I pound on the door a few times, knowing full well that it takes several minutes for Pinto to get to the door if he's working. At last it opens a smidge, and once my face is recognized I'm ushered in.

"Carl, my old chum!" yells the gentleman standing there. He's in his 50's, with a prominent gut jutting out between his sweat shorts and his tight t-shirt. His hair starts at his left ear, combed over entirely to meet his right one, and he has a porn-stash above his upper lip. He stamps out yet another cigarette as we stand there. Pinto has been a chain smoker as long as I've known him and twice a bad when he's working. "What did you bring me?" he asks, looking Barbara over dubiously.

"Pinto, I know she's not the looker that you normally work with, but trust me. What she lacks in tits she MORE than makes up for in abundant enthusiasm and rampant sluttiness!" Pinto looks her over once more, giving me a very doubtful look. "Look, can we go to the office?" I ask. The three of us make our way to his office. We pass by a doorway through which we can see an elaborate but cheap set sprinkled with scantily dressed, or completely undressed, men and women. As we pass Pinto yells out to them.

"Take ten, people!"

We arrive in the office and take seats, Barbara resting her ass on the desk. She's wearing the same outfit as her first night attending my party – all black and all tight. "Pinto, my friend here is the most enthusiastic whore you will ever meet in your life." I state simply. Barbara looks at me, looking over at Pinto when I finish and smiling at him. "When I first met her she was pretty straight-laced, but she wanted to do a little dabbling. It turned out she loves being fucked and sucked and just generally banged and degraded more than anything. She is obsessed with it, and as a result she just lost her real job. She's kind of lost in the world."

"Why was she fired from her job?" Pinto asks. I can see I have his attention.

"Well she's no rocket scientist to begin with." I start, having my story all worked out in advance. The truth, that I had her call and quit, break her lease and close all her accounts, as well as buying a series of plane tickets to parts unknown, won't help me here. "Once she started whoring herself he got more and more distracted thinking about new things to do with her body. In fact, she got SO distracted by her horniness she started making mistakes. LOTS of mistakes. The last straw was when she made a pass at a co-worker, and at totally the wrong co-worker. Suffice it to say she was too brainless to realize you don't offer to suck the cock of the director of HR. Bottom line: she's out, and she needs a new job. And I thought, naturally, of you!"

"She's not so much to look at." Pinto replies, looking her over.

"I know, dude. But seriously, you can spend the money to give her fake boobs and big, puffy, cock-sucking lips. You pretty much always do anyway! But you can't BUY the kind of slut she is." I can see he's interested, but her mild- mannered appearance has him snowed. It's time to bring out my secret weapon.

"Don't believe me?" I ask. "slide over your laptop" I bring up three different porn sites, each featuring a movie starring Barbara Ballsucker. As each begins to play I turn the screen back to Pinto. "Here's what she's been doing in her spare time. As an amateur." The sound of her moans drown me out.

I watch his face flow through various degrees of shock as he clicks over one movie and then another. As I hear her squeal I recognize the movie being played. "That's a real bicycle pump." I offer up. He only nods, unable to peel his eyes from the screen. As her screams of delight end the third movie he looks at her vacant face again, smiling at him.

"Sold." He grins at me. We shake hands, but then his expression gets serious. "So what do YOU want from this?" he asks.

I negotiate fairly, as I have for all my past neighbors, whether it was the college professor who now works the street corner at Lexington and 5th, giving me 25% of her take, or the policewoman who slides her sloppy pussy up and down a chrome pole at the Rusty Nail and gives me 25% of HER take. I'll take my same 25% from the profits of Barbara's movies, which will make me even MORE rich. "I also get a free copy of each movie." I add. Pinto agrees without even a counter-offer. He's found another movie on the web, and as we agree on my terms I hear the sounds of Tank shoving his enormous cock into her ass. 'One of her best performances' I think to myself.

As I leave, Pinto has slid everything off of his desk, making room to bend his new acquisition over it. He's pleased to find no panties to have to work around, and I look back over my shoulder at Barbara's face, blissfully grinning as Pinto's dick begins to pound into her from behind.

A month passes. I have only been up for about an hour, wandering around the house as the noon-day sun streams in through the window. I open the door and grab the mail, which today includes a package. Opening it I pull out a DVD, the cover splashed with the new and improved Barbara Ballsucker.

There is my old neighbor Barbara, but she would be truly hard to recognize on first glance. Pinto's been hard at work. Her hair is now bright red, an obviously fake shade, but that goes nicely with her new boobs. These are also obviously fake, both massive and abnormally round. They make her look like she's shoved two volley balls into her tight shirt, if it weren't for the fact that volley balls rarely have tall, hard nipples.

Her ass has also been enhanced, now jutting out ridiculously from her back and also absurdly round. On her face he's filled her lips to overflowing, so that they puff out, giving her a permanent pout. Her lids are heavy, making her look stoned or stupid, and her make-up would make a street walker look prudish.

It's perfect.

The name of this, her first professional movie, also makes me smile. "Orders in the Court!" it's called. I slip it in and skip ahead, past the pesky plot development. The basic premise is clear: she's a lawyer who is prosecuting three men accused of ****. As the trial goes on I see that the jury is all men, and they don't seem to be impressed with anything coming out of her mouth. However they are all VERY impressed with her body, crammed into a hot pink business suit as it is. Finally the judge pounds his gavel, announcing that the prosecutor has brought a ridiculous case before him because everyone knows that women love a good fucking, and so how could these men be guilty of anything? And to prove the point, the judge orders the men released from their chains, and instructs them to show the prosecutor just how much women love to be gang-banged.

Barbara pretends to fight for all of about five minutes, but soon she's on her hands and knees, a cock in each hole. As the movie goes on Bab's body is hung from the ceiling, hogtied with her ankles tied to her thighs and her legs pulled open wide. Ropes are bound tightly above and below her massive boobs, and her head tied to her ankles to make sure her face is pointed forward. At this point the jury gets into the act, stepping into her now expertly displayed openings, and in no time Barbara is the center of attention for an 18-man gang bang. As all of her holes are filled repeatedly and savagely I can see that all of my programming has taken root – each time one of the men fills her with their cum I can just see her true personality return, barely visible in her eyes as she's powerless to do more than experience the earth-shattering orgasm crashing through her. She tastes the cum, shudders through the multiple poundings and desperately begs for more, even as her panicked eyes search for escape. And then, as her climax crests, her programmed personality and heavy-lidded eyes return, ensuring that she'll stay enslaved in her new life.

I finish enjoying Barbara's premiere performance, but hear the sound of a large truck pulling into the driveway next door. It sounds like I've got a new neighbor.

I hope she's neighborly.

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Apartment Hunting


Henry had lived alone in the same apartment for years, but his rent had gone up enough—and his job had taken enough of a turn for the worse, and he didn't have a girlfriend helping to pay the rent these days—he was finally ****** to look for another place to stay. He flipped through the classifieds every day and found a few places to look at, but none had yet suited him. Living with a roommate was going to be tough, he knew, but the places he'd found were especially bad. He figured he had enough slack he could look around for a while before funds got really tight.

But things just didn't seem to get any better. Finally, it bottomed out one day when he showed up to one place and it was nothing like the description. The guy who opened the door couldn't have been more than 22, freckled with pale blue eyes, but the pretty boy looks ended there. The rest of him was a mop of half-bleached punk hair, a tank top, out-of-control armpit hair, a pair of too-tight jeans, and a general aroma that suggested he hadn't seen the inside of a shower in a very long time. Henry hesitantly shook his hand.

"Hey, man, I'm Diego," the punk kid said, grinning at him. "Come on in."

"Uh, hey, I'm Henry," he replied, trying mostly to figure out how he could quickly escape.

Henry let himself be led into the filthiest apartment he'd ever seen. He just tried to hold his breath as long as he could while they toured a kitchen with a sink piled so high with dishes they were overflowing onto the ground, with dried and rotting food in them still, old pizza boxes stacked on the countertops, half-empty beer cans lying around everywhere, spills on the floor, the whole room sticky with residue and decaying food.

They went into the bathroom where the shower was, indeed, out of service, the toilet and sink obviously hadn't been cleaned in an incredibly long time, and the mirror was crusted with dried toothpaste and other miscellaneous dried fluids.

"And this is my room, Henry," Diego said, leading him into a room that smelled like Diego himself, only it was pervasive, the stench of old body odor, crotch sweat, armpit stink, and unwashed underwear wafting out from every corner, every wall. Henry almost gagged just standing in there.

"Oh, OK, Diego. Hey, man, I think I'm gonna take off, this isn't really what I'm looking for."

"What? Come on, man, you didn't even see where your room would be."

"No, I don't need to, Diego, this just isn't really my style, man. It's cool, but I'm gonna go."

"Oh, no way, dude, that's the best part! Don't you want to see your room?"

"I really don't, Diego, I mean, I'm gonna take off. Catch you later."

"Henry, man, come on, what don't you like about the place? It's perfect! You gotta tell me, man, you can't just jet without at least giving me some reasons."

Henry was fed up, and his temper got the better of him. "Oh, yeah? You wanna know why I don't want to live here? You fucking serious?"

"Yeah! Yeah, come on, I want to fucking know, dude!" Diego shouted back, egging him on, angry himself.

"This place is fucking disgusting," Henry began, "It's foul, and every single room is a mess, I don't even know how you live here. Actually, check that, I do know, because you're disgusting, too. You smell awful and look like you never shower. Honestly, I can't wait to get the fuck out of here."

Diego nodded slowly and grinned. "Cool, man, thanks for being honest. Do me a favor, though?"

Henry, now uncomfortable after yelling at this stranger, awkwardly paused. "Uh, what's that?"

"Just ask me where you'd ********

"Uh, OK, Diego, where would I ********

Diego's grin widened and took on a kind of wicked quality to it. He stood there, grinning maliciously at Henry for long enough Henry became uncomfortable. After what might have been a full minute but felt like an hour Henry was just ready to turn to leave when Diego spoke up.

"You ***** wherever I tell you to, man. Now get down on your knees."

Henry's legs buckled and he cried out in pain as his knees hit the ground with a thud. "Ow! What—what the fuck?"

Diego's grin got even wickeder as he held his hands out and spread his fingers, moving them alternately up and down. As he did, Henry's arms limply flapped up and down in time, loosely, like a scarecrow. Diego's eyes took on a crazy gleam as he snickered aloud. "Puppet, puppet, Henry."

"What the fuck is going on? How are you doing—what's happening to me?"

"Henry, Henry, Henry, don't you get it, Henry? You're my little slaaaaaaaave, Henry, don't you get it? Slave, Henry Henry, slaaaaave! You walked into the trap, you came into my house, and now you're miiiine, Henry. I'm a little hurt you called me disgusting, Henry, Henry, Henry, slave Henry. But I'm also confused, because it seems to me you're the disgusting one. You're the one that wants to lick my crotch."

As he said this, Diego had sidled forward until his jean-clad crotch was actually touching Henry's face, but to Henry's horror, he found that he couldn't so much as lean away. "God, dude, you fucking reek!" Henry exclaimed, but as the words left his mouth a thought entered his mind: He really wanted to lick Diego's nasty crotch.

Just as soon as it had popped into his head, it was gone, and Henry was shocked at himself. Where had that come from? But he was even more shocked when his lips parted and his tongue extended out from between his parted lips, slowly but steadily, its whole length finally pressed against the filthy, ripe denim of Diego's jeans crotch.

Henry started licking, dragging his tongue up the denim-clad crotch, and tasting the funk of months of ball-sweat soaked into the denim as it now soaked into his tongue. He started gagging but still couldn't stop.

"Ohmm Gaa, sthop ith!" Henry cried, unable to retract his tongue even to speak, "Wha ah you doing?" Finally he gave up and just began screaming incoherently.

"I'm not doing anything, Henry. You're licking my crotch, and you look like you're really enjoying yourself."

"Buuh I'm nah even gay!!"

Diego started laughing, sounding more than a little crazed. "Oh, Henry, Henry, that doesn't matter. You just do whatever I say now, so if I tell you to cum in your pants, well, when you do it, does that make you gay?"

As Diego said the words, Henry's eyes shot wide open as he felt his dick, still totally soft, pump a load of cum right into his pants. He convulsed but never removed his tongue from Diego's crotch nor got up off his knees. Moaning aloud, he then began to cry in confusion and shock at his predicament.

Diego just laughed harder. "Oh, Henry, don't cry, it's OK. I'll take good care of you. You'll be the filthiest piggy slave imaginable! Now, stop licking my crotch."

Henry's tongue shot back in his mouth and he gagged, hard, ready to vomit from the taste.

"No puking, Henry," Diego shot at him, sternly, seeing his retching. "You can never puke, Henry, do you understand?"

Horrified and desperately afraid of Diego, Henry nonetheless found himself unable to do anything but open his mouth and say "Yes." And the urge to vomit passed instantly. "Come on, man," he continued, now able to speak, "Please, dude, let me go, I promise I won't say anything, I'll just go."

"Henry, Henry, Henry. I'm not going to let you go! I caught you fair and square, lured you like a fly into my web, and now I have you, so finders keepers! I get to keep you, Henry, and you're my toy, my slave, my little piggy."

At this, Henry snapped and started babbling, only barely coherently. "Oh God, please, no, let me go I swear I'm not gay I'm no piggy no no no please"—Henry began to sob and through his ******* sobs continued.

"Henry?" Diego interrupted him. Henry's voice abandoned him mid-sob and he fell silent. "Henry? Oink oink, Henry."

Henry stared into Diego's beautiful, deranged eyes as his mind began to gush. His mouth fell open wider and wider in shock and terror as thoughts, dark thoughts, flooded and consumed his mind. Tears began streaming down his face as he felt them take hold, like thin, silk strings tied around his limbs, like hooks driven into his mind, making him Diego's marionette.

And just like that, Henry lost his free will. He felt a steady stream of Diego's thoughts pouring into his mind without Diego so much as uttering a word, and those thoughts were imperatives, they were commands, telling him what to do. Henry felt like a crazy person, a schizophrenic hearing voices but he found himself powerless to resist.

Henry reached up and unbelted and unbuttoned Diego's pants. He peeled the jeans off of Diego's sticky, filthy underwear. He retched, but couldn't even consider vomiting, as he thrust his nose between the denim folds and up against the stained yellow cotton to draw a deep inhalation.

Diego, driving Henry's actions with his thoughts, was nonetheless quite capable of speaking. "What are you doing? That's disgusting, man, you like sniffing a dude's dirty undies? God, that's fucking gross. What kind of pig are you?"

Henry tried to reply but when he opened his mouth he found instead an incredible desire to just make snorting noises, like a pig. He drew his lips into a comical purse, pushing his upper lip forward and drawing his nose down to better make snorting, oinking noises, and so he did, as he smelled Diego's crotch, oinking like the best little piggy he could.

"Ha, I guess you are a pig! I thought you came here because you wanted to rent a room but apparently you came here to live out your life-long urge to be a filthy fucking pig."

Henry heard the words and in his mind he started fighting Diego's control even harder. He didn't want to stay here! He just came here from a Craigslist ad! He had a list in the car right outside for the other places to go to today!!

Diego let him fight and laughed aloud. "Piggy piggy! You're not convinced yet? Still fighting? Let me show you something."

With a seeming mind of their own, Henry's hands reached up and peeled, with an audible sucking noise, the filthy briefs back and down and slid them and the jeans to the floor. Diego's soft dick flopped out, the uncut head pointing directly at Henry's face. The stench was overpowering, and again Henry retched. But the retching ended soon, and Henry oinked a few times more and then, slowly, horrified but trapped inside his own head, thrust his face forward to press his nose and mouth between Diego's cock and balls and his thigh.

"Mmm, good piggy, gonna get it allllllllll clean for Diego."

Henry slid his tongue out of his mouth and dragged it upwards, sandwiched between the moist, sour, sticky, funky skin of Diego's thigh and his balls.

"Yeah, piggy, you love it," Diego moaned.

Maybe Diego's concentration was decreased by his arousal, or maybe it was the sheer *********** of those words, but in any case at that moment Henry was able to finally break through, just a little, from his control.

"No," he spoke, softly, then louder, "No, no, I don't!"

Diego stopped, his cock deflating back to fully soft, and looked down at Henry with anger flashing in his eyes. Henry's small victory wasn't enough to let him actually get up and move, and Diego reached down and grabbed his head in both his hands and turned his eyes to stare into his own.

"What? What did you say?"

Henry, just as furious, opened his mouth, and said spitefully, "No, I don't love it. Let me go!"

Diego's lips peeled back in anger, showing his teeth, and his eyes became slits. "Yes you do. Yes you do. You love it." Then louder, shouting at him, Diego's face went red from the strain and with each word, he spat out a mist of saliva onto Henry's face, "YES YOU DO!! YOU FUCKING LOVE IT! YOU LOVE IT! YOU LOVE IT, YOU FUCKING PIG!!"

Inside Henry's skull it felt like his brain was being pounded into mush with a hammer. Diego pushed harder and harder and utterly overwhelmed Henry's feeble resistance. Henry sat, stunned, barely able to process the barrage, and then Diego, squeezing his head tightly in his hands, shoved Henry's face back into his crotch.

Henry was utterly revolted, still, but now there was an itching, deep inside his head, all throughout his body, a compulsion, a need. Henry started licking eagerly. When he smelled Diego's balls, he felt blissful relief from the horrible itching. When he tasted Diego's rancid sweat, when he really sucked at the rank, matted hair on Diego's thighs and balls, he knew how dogs felt when their masters scratched behind their ears. He loved it. He loved it so much. And at the same time, he was utterly revolted. But he couldn't stop.

Something flashed in his mind, some objection. Where was he? Was he supposed to be doing this? But then he felt Diego stomp on that flicker of a thought and everything was back to how it was supposed to be.

"Oh God," he said, finally coming up for air, "This is so fucking gross, this is so nasty, man, please make it stop."

"Henry," Diego said, his smile sweet as a ********* but his eyes still crazy as an asylum patient, "Only you can make it stop. You know how to do it."

"No, no, Diego, man, that's not what I mean—make it stop, take the itching away, get it out of my head!"

"Oh, I know exactly what you're talking about, Henry. But I like you with your new compulsions. And you'll like them too, soon enough. Of course it feels awful to itch, Henry. But it feels so good to scratch!"

"I don't want to scratch, I don't want to itch, I just want to go home, I want to go back to my life."

"Henry, here you are, on the floor, face right in my balls where you should be. This is your life, Henry. You're a dirty, filthy piggy, Henry. You're right where you ought to be."

Henry wanted to object but his body was on fire, his mind was crying out for relief. He couldn't keep resisting for much longer, he needed to feed the urge. Slowly he started to sniff the air, and the foul smell of Diego's bedroom called to him, it soothed his agony, and so he inhaled even more deeply.

************* Henry curled his lips back again and snorted, ever so slightly, and as he did his cock started hardening in his pants, sticky with his cum, and it felt even better, relieving for just an instant his incessant need. He oinked again, louder this time, and for longer, and it felt like heaven. And so over the next few minutes, without even really processing what he was doing, Henry kept snorting, louder and louder, getting more and more into it, thrusting his pelvis ************* as his cock hardened in his pants, and started crawling around on the floor on all fours, searching for the dirty clothes that smelled the strongest. Diego stood and watched, grinning ear-to-ear, his cock growing steadily harder the whole time.

Finally Henry found a pile of laundry that smelled like Diego used it as urinal. It was stained all manner of vile shades of yellow and brown and Henry thought he could actually see a miasma coming off of it, the stink was so powerful. The closer he got the more revolted he was, but the more he smelled it, the more it relieved the awful, unbearable buzzing itching agony deep inside.

"Oh, God," Henry blurted aloud, between his oinking, "God, this is - snort—so fucking—snort—disgusting!" He kept crawling towards the pile, making thrusting, humping motions with his hips as he neared it.

"Yeah, piggy, it's fucking gross. Give in!" Diego egged him on.

"No, I have to stop, I have to make myself stop." Henry's face was a mask of revulsion, his lips curled down in an expression of deep aversion and his eyes squeezed shut and whole head turned aside just as far as he could summon the will to look away.

"Up to you, dirty piggy slave, but it's going to feel really good if you just give in and scratch that itch. Come on, piggy, let it take over. Give into it. Stop thinking so much, piggy." Diego was leering at the struggling Henry, enjoying his torment.

But Henry's will won out yet again. "No!" With a decisive motion he stood up and, face twisted in furious determination, he ran as fast as he could out of the apartment.

Henry got in his car before he could have second thoughts, turned it on, and drove away as fast as he could.

And the further he got, the better he felt. Maybe it was just a proximity thing. Maybe Diego's hold on him weakened as he drove away. Whew, what a nightmare! Henry sighed with relief and began shaking from the trauma of what he'd just experienced. Well, nothing else to do but just keep on with his day. That seemed like the best way to shake the whole thing, and anyway he did still have to find a new apartment.

Henry drove clear across town to the furthest of the apartments he'd written down. He showed up and knocked and a much more normal-looking man answered. Henry breathed a sigh of relief as he walked into the house and the owner started to show him around.

"I'm really happy to find such a nice place," Henry said, "I've seen some... well, some pretty bad apartments today, let's just say." He shuddered a bit at the recollection.

"Oh, yeah, I know what you mean—that's why I bought this place originally, I couldn't find a place I was willing to rent otherwise!"

"OK, well, let me fill out an application," Henry said, "But first could I possibly use your bathroom?"

The man showed him to the bathroom and Henry went in and shut the door.

He turned to sit down on the toilet, but as he was lowering his pants, he noticed the toilet water was bright yellow—that man must have taken a piss and forgotten to flush.

Henry thought nothing of it, and lowered his pants all the way. As he did, he inadvertently grabbed the crotch of his underwear, soaked with his cum. And at that moment, he caught the faintest whiff of the piss in the toilet bowl.

It felt like someone had driven an ice pick straight between Henry's eyes. The pain was excruciating as it returned with a vengeance, the itch unscratched now for well over an hour. Gasping for air, Henry fell to his knees over the toilet bowl with his pants down and inhaled deeply. The smell of the stale urine brought the shrieking agony in his head down to a somewhat duller roar, but it was nowhere near satisfied. His face now a grimace of utter disbelief and horror, Henry lifted the toilet seat with one hand and lowered his face into the bowl.

Gotta scratch that itch. Gotta smell it. Gotta taste it. Henry stuck his tongue out, his mind on fire with the dueling ****** of his own revulsion and his newfound deep, ferocious need, but when his tongue broke the surface and he tasted the days-old piss, his revulsion—fighting fiercely though it was—lost to the itching. Henry started lapping at the piss like a cat, then, pumping his pelvis forward, humping the air, wiping his dripping, hard cock haphazardly against the porcelain of the outside of the dirty toilet bowl, he clutched the toilet in both hands and dipped his face in further so his whole mouth was in the piss.

Henry started sucking the piss directly into his mouth, making a slurping, gurgling sound as he did, and then stopping when he had desperately to inhale, snorting like a pig as he did, since it made him feel better to do so.

The owner of the house knocked at the bathroom door, finally. "Is everything OK in there?"

Henry's mind flew into a panic but he couldn't tear himself away from the vile toilet full of the piss that was so marvelously soothing the aching in his skull. He kept ********.

Another knock, louder this time. "What's going on in there?"

Henry tried to shout something but it just came out as a loud, muffled wet gurgling through the piss.

"That's it," he heard from the outside, and then the knob rattled and finally the owner ****** the door open. As he did, Henry rushed to ***** up the last of the piss in the bowl.

"What the fuck?" The owner cried out, "You are fucking disgusting!!"

At the words, Henry's already hard cock swelled up the final bit to bursting and he moaned aloud.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "Oh yeah, so fucking disgusting, so fucking disgusting!" Henry blasted the toilet and the floor with ropes of jizz as the owner watched, horrified.

"Holy ******* the owner said, shaking his head in stunned, wide-eyed disbelief, "You have to get the fuck out of here right now."

"No, no, no, no, no, please please please!" Henry cried, mortified and humiliated as the man grabbed him by the neck and lifted him like a rag doll, pants still around his ankles. "Let me explain!"

"There is absolutely fucking nothing to explain—you are getting the fuck out and I never want to see you ever again!" And with that, the man threw Henry bodily out of his house onto the driveway and slammed the door.

Henry stood up and pulled up his pants, shaking with shame at what he'd just done. Spotting other neighbors out watching him, he ran to his car—before, he hoped, they'd really had a chance to remember his face.

Once he'd buckled up and started the engine, Henry fought the urge, but knew where he was going to go.

"Oh no, no, no no no no" he cried aloud, to himself, to the empty cabin of his car, "No no, this can't be happening, this can't be happening, I have to stop!"

But when his thoughts turned to Diego's apartment, to the piles of filthy laundry, to the absolute squalor Diego lived in, Henry started breathing in short pants, and his cock got hard again in his pants.

"Oh yeah," he said, in a voice he didn't entirely recognize, huskier, lower than his plaintive whine, "Oh yeah, so fuckin' hot, I gotta get back there, gotta get there, gotta smell it, gotta taste it, so disgusting, so nasty."

As he drove, well above the posted limits, Henry's moaning and words gave way to oinking, his lips thrust out and curled back in his best imitation, snorting loudly in his car while he groped his wet crotch with his free hand.

Finally he made it back to Diego's, and walking up to the door his chest was heaving from the exertion. In his head, Henry was resisting with all his might in his terror, but the dirty smile spreading across his face as he snorted and oinked with every step betrayed him. The itch deep inside was very strong, and Henry needed to scratch it.

Diego answered the door with a lock of mock surprise. "Henry! Wow, I really didn't ever expect to see you again. What can I do for you?"

Henry smelled Diego and his urge went into overdrive. "Come on, Diego, you have to make it stop, please, make it stop," he pleaded.

"Oh, Henry. You know only you can make it stop. Do you want to come in? Is that what you're asking me?"

"Yeah, yeah, come on, Diego, oh God Diego I gotta make it stop."

Diego smiled but didn't move to open the door any further. "Gosh, Henry, I don't know, you were pretty rude how you left earlier, just running out like that. I'm not sure I really want to let you back in."

Henry's itch grew stronger as he caught a whiff of Diego's armpit stink and his need grew to fever pitch. "Come on, Diego, come on, let me in!!"

"Let me get this straight—you told me earlier how disgusting I was, and how gross my apartment was, and how badly you wanted to get out. Why do you want to come back in?" Diego grinned, reveling in the ******** expression on Henry's face.

"I need it," Henry whined, rubbing his legs together in the door like a dog needing to piss, "I need it, I want to come back in, gotta smell it, gotta taste it."

"So you're asking to come back into my apartment, of your own volition, under no duress from me. You want to come in here, that's what you're saying."

Henry heard his words and felt sick to his stomach. No, he didn't want to go back in. That place was Hell on Earth, a nightmare, a horrible trap. And he knew Diego gave him his horrible compulsion, and he hated him for it. But even knowing all that, the itch was too great. "Yes," Henry said, "Yes, I want to come back inside."

Diego grinned his evil, crazed grin, and stepped aside, gesturing with a sweep of his hand to Henry, who wasted no time dashing inside. Diego turned and shut the door and then stared down at Henry, already on the floor sniffing the ground for any relief it might get him.

"I told you," Diego began, smiling cruelly, "I told you I got you, bitch. And I told you I wasn't going to let you go. I told you I'd turn you into a filthy pig slave. Look at you. You're all mine, now. Hey, Henry, how long has it been since you ate? Aren't you hungry?"

Henry looked up at Diego in horror but followed him nonetheless on all fours as Diego casually walked into the kitchen and nudged a pizza box off the floor with his foot. It hardly moved, stuck as it was to the ground, but Henry scampered over to the box, his hands and knees sticky against the filthy kitchen floor, and opened the box.

Inside was an entire pizza, the most disgusting pizza Henry had ever seen. It had clearly once been something like a meat lover's, and now the pepperoni were curled and dry, the sausage lumpy and gleaming with congealed oil, and the crust, sauce, and cheese had merged into one gelatinous, oily blob. It smelled foul and looked decidedly unlike food.

"What the fuck? How old is this?" Henry's exposure to the rancid pizza had let him momentarily return to his senses. The itching in his head was growing stronger, though.

"What do you care?" Diego shot back, dismissively, "You're a fucking pig. Pigs eat whatever."

The itching in Henry's head rose to an intolerable buzzing with Diego's words and he turned back with a despairing shake of his head. As he reached one hand out and just grabbed a fistful of the decaying, grease-soaked pizza, his eyes defocused and he stared into the distance as he stuffed the weeks-old pizza into his open mouth. As he did he moaned through it.

"Mmmmpph," he cried, "Fuckkkkk! Awwww, so fuckin' gross!"

"Yeah, you are," Diego noted with a smirk, "You're so fucking gross."

Henry didn't even need the encouragement anymore. He started bucking his hips up and down against the slimy kitchen floor as he dove face-first into the box of disgusting old pizza and started hungrily slurping it up, filling the kitchen with snorting, slurping and smacking noises on top of his moaning.

When he'd finished, Henry looked up, panting, eyes wide in disbelief at what he'd just done. Diego just smiled. "Hey, Henry, I've got some dessert for you."

Henry didn't hesitate a moment, hurrying back out into the living room where Diego casually sat down and thrust his feet out at the pathetically eager Henry, degrading himself eagerly to temporarily cool the burning itching inside. Henry yanked one sneaker off and even with his enthusiasm, ************* turned his head aside with a grimace at the unbearable odor of Diego's socked foot. The sock was variously yellowed and grayed, but clearly hadn't been changed anytime recently. Henry turned back, visibly steeling himself for the task, and then that same dirty smile crept across his face.

"Gotta smell it," he whispered to himself, "Gotta taste it. So fucking disgusting, oh yeah, it's so fucking nasty."

And with that, Henry opened his mouth and took all of Diego's socked toes into his mouth at once. Henry started gagging and moaning in revulsion at the disgusting flavor, but also reached one hand down his pants to stroke his cock as his hormones reacted to the soothing relief in his head.

Henry raised his head and with a hungry, dirty sneer, yanked the sock of Diego's foot. Underneath the sock Diego's feet were even more foul, hairy toes with months of toe jam between them, sweat dried and caked on them, toenails yellowed from neglect. But Henry was on a roll.

"Fuck, man, so fucking nasty, fuck yeah," was all he said before he started snorting and then thrust his nose and mouth up against Diego's foot. He started thrusting his tongue out, licking each toe and scooping the toe jam out from between them and swallowing it greedily, filling his pants with cum multiple times in the process. By the end, Diego's foot was fresh and clean with Henry's saliva, and Henry's mouth smelled like a forgotten gym bag.

Diego just smiled and extended the other foot. Henry humped the ground while he obligingly cleaned that foot just as well.

While Henry was enjoying licking and sucking Diego's filthy feet, Diego turned on the TV and was watching some nasty porn. Henry turned to look occasionally, but the itching would start up quickly so he went back to his work. When he'd finished with Diego's feet he looked up expectantly, quickly become uncomfortable as the deep, itching need reasserted itself.

Diego just looked down casually. "Oh, you're done? Cool, you fucking pig, I gotta take a piss."

Henry smiled eagerly and unzipped Diego's filthy jeans again, fished around in his sticky yellowed briefs and pulled out his hardening cock, and then without a moment's hesitation locked his lips around the shaft. No sooner had he closed his lips in a ring than Diego let loose. Henry started gulping furiously and the sound of his frenzied gulping with the hissing noise of Diego's piss spraying into his mouth made Diego smile down at him.

For Henry it was a potent experience. The piss he'd drank out of the other house's toilet was diluted with water. This was straight from the source, and Diego's piss was especially rank. Henry managed to gulp it all down without spilling a drop, and as he came up off Diego's cock he started snorting like a pig to help put himself over the edge to have another orgasm.

"OK, pig, from now on I only want you wearing those briefs so there's something to catch your jizz. Otherwise, strip."

Henry hurried to strip off the rest of his clothes and was finally just wearing a pair of Hanes white briefs, now stained repeatedly in the front with his copious loads.

"Good boy, piggy. Now, I haven't had a shower in a while because I got rid of my last slave months ago. So you're going to take off my clothes and clean me off with your piggy tongue."

Henry didn't need to be told twice. He stripped Diego's clothing off and the hairy punk's stinking body odors made Henry's cock leak in his baggy, wet briefs.

Henry was still, of course, unbelievably revolted at what he was doing. It's just that the feeling of scratching that itch was so unbelievably wonderful that he could hardly convince himself to stop for even a moment. It no longer really registered with him that Diego was, of course, the source of that itching. It was too strong, too compelling. Henry only really had time to think, when he finished licking one body part clean, about which one would scratch the itch best next.

Henry shoved his face right into one of Diego's armpits, sour with stale sweat and rank and musky, and started drooling all over it to get it as wet and slick as possible so he could lick it out clean. He loved the filthy armpit hair, warm in his mouth as he sucked it all clean. When he finished that one he moved on to the next. Diego lay back, grinning and chuckling to himself, occasionally taunting Henry.

"Fuck, man, that's so nasty, you like that ****? You like licking out my pits?"

Henry just got harder and moaned and oinked and snorted like a mindless ******.

"God, you're so fucking filthy, you filthy fucking pig."

Henry nodded in agreement as he munched on Diego's armpit hair. "Yeah, fuck yeah, filthy fucking pig." Then he went back to snorting loudly and thrusting his pelvis against the couch.

Finally Diego's entire front side was entirely cleaned off, and Henry's mouth smelled like a clogged toilet. And then Diego just smiled and rolled over.

"Time to scratch that itch in a big way, piggy."

Staring up at Henry were the two full, round cheeks of Diego's ass. They were covered each in a thick coat of hair, and where they met the crack was a dark, furry crevasse. Henry traced them with his eyes down to Diego's legs, where each cheek ended in a curved crease. And at the very bottom center, right where the crack of Diego's ass met the crease against his legs, Henry's eyes came to rest. He felt himself gravitating down towards that spot, that dark hairy crease right at the bottom of Diego's ass crack.

As his face approached Diego's ass, he felt the heat of his skin radiating against his face. He could feel the humidity, the moisture of Diego's ass-sweat rising off of his skin like steam. And then Henry inhaled.

The smell of Diego's ass, even from a foot away, was ripe and pungent. It was intense, more intense than anything Henry had smelled or tasted yet. Henry shuddered, revolted all the more, but it was scratching his itch like never before, and Henry felt that all-over warmth and tingling melting his will away as he lowered his face to the grotesque young man's filthy ass.

The moist, scratchy hair was the first thing to touch Henry's face. He pushed into a dense thicket of stinking, dripping hair with his face as he approached the dirty skin of Diego's ass-cheeks. As the tip of his nose first pressed into the soft flesh of Diego's cheeks, Henry felt sick to his stomach, but then continued pushing forward until his face was enveloped, like being ********* by two pillows that had been picked up off the floor of a public bathroom, warm and wet and filthy.

"Eat it up, piggy," Diego encouraged, laughing. Henry's cock grew hard at the words and he thrust his tongue out blindly into the stinking butt enveloping his entire face.

Diego's ass was ripe and tangy on Henry's tongue as he licked and licked. Diego ground his ass back against Henry's face and Henry licked for everything he was worth. Inside, Henry's body was on fire with the blissful orgasmic relief of giving in and scratching the itch.

"Oh, by the way, Henry, I wanted to let you know one thing," Diego began.

Henry tried to ask what, but only managed to make a snorting noise from inside Diego's stinking ass-crack.

"I know it's hard not to scratch that itch, but every time you scratch it, it gets stronger. That's how it works. If you keep scratching it soon it'll get so bad all you'll be able to do is scratch it every waking minute of the day. I just wanted to tell you, so you'd know what's going to happen to you if you don't stop. Not that I think you could stop. But you know how you can still see what's going on and try to fight it? Soon even that'll go away and you'll just be a big, dumb ******. Your mind will eventually just blink right out like a light, and after that, it'll just be snorting piggy noises and depravity and filthiness and cumming in your underwear and serving my every depraved desire."

Henry heard the words and inside his head knew they were true. They terrified him, because they made him want to stop all the more, and he was trying, like pulling on the reins of a runaway horse as hard as he could, but the urges were too strong, and even as he panicked, he kept licking Diego's dirty butt.

"Henry, you're being awfully quiet. I want to know how you feel about all this. Is that what you want? You want to be a big dumb ******? You want to be a disgusting nasty piggy slut? Are you looking forward to all your higher brain functions dying off so you can be my dirty pet?"

Henry flailed in his head against the mental bondage Diego had subjected him to. The best he managed to do was to start sobbing while still licking Diego's ass like a foul, ************ lollipop.

"Why are you crying? Is that a yes? Yes, you want to be my brainless piggy slob?"

"No," gasped Henry, through his licking, through his sobs, "Oh God, no, please, I don't want this, I want to stop, I want my life back, I'm just a normal guy."

"Gee, Henry, then you should probably stop licking my ass. Because if you don't, within just a few minutes, your mind will be completely destroyed and you'll live out the rest of your life as my pig slave."

"But I can't, I can't, I want to stop but I can't, I have to lick it, it hurts so bad when I don't." Through his tears and words Henry was still dragging his increasingly filthy tongue through Diego's still quite nasty ass crack.

"Oh, because if I were you and I really didn't want to turn into a slave forever, I'd put up with the pain and stop," Diego teased, knowing full well the grip he had on Henry.

Henry just sobbed all the harder, the sobs shaking his whole body. As he kept licking feverishly, the urge to keep debasing himself grew, and he could feel it, like a fat passenger sitting in an adjacent airplane seat, the depravity and itching grew, slowly squeezing him out of his own head. The glimpses of clarity were coming less and less often, and his revulsion was giving way slowly to pure abandon.

"No, no, no!!" Henry screamed one last time as he took an especially large lick of Diego's ass. The tip of his tongue found Diego's tight asshole, and the horny, itch-compelled depravity now controlling most of his mind probed his tongue against the hole, finally driving just the tip inside his rectum.

The inside of Diego's ass was even dirtier than the outside. As Henry felt his tongue push its way into Diego's hole, the last barriers in his mind crumbled, and the last vestiges of rational thought left his brain.

Diego just smiled, and then said, aloud, "Henry?" When he got no response he asked again. "Henry? Henry, do something if you can hear me."

When he finally got no response, he grinned wide and rolled over so he could see his new pig slave. "Is that all you are now?" he asked, of the glazed-eyed, dirty, naked man on all fours on top of him, still convulsing as he filled his saggy briefs with another load, "Are you my pig slave now?"

What used to be Henry just curled its lip back one more time, with a dirty sneer, and oinked, loud.

Diego laughed. "Good, because that was fun and all, but I really want to fuck. Let's go in the bedroom, piggy."

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My Huge Cock


I discovered my gift when I was in eighth grade. I'd known that guys turned me on ever since I started getting boners, and I knew what that meant—I was a queer, and I had to hide it from the rest of the guys. And hide it I did—I never showered after gym with the other guys, I never went to parties where there was any *******, and I generally avoided hanging out with the more attractive boys at school.

Of course, all of this meant it took me a long time to figure out just how big my cock was, compared to the other boys'. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I had waited until all the other boys left after gym so I could take a shower. Some days I'd just skip it, but today we'd been running sprints outside and I was drenched in sweat. Actually, my sweat was especially smelly because I'd been nervous the whole time—while I was running, I was behind Joey Tulsen, and his sheer gym shorts barely covered his big, round butt. I couldn't tear my eyes away from his butt the entire time, and as he ran I could see each cheek stretch and compress, filling out his shorts, bouncing up and down. My cock was trying to burst out of my underwear. I was so scared I thought I'd die.

Anyway, it all meant I really needed to shower or I would have disgusted everyone in all my classes for the rest of the day. So I waited for the other boys to all leave, snuck back in, and crept into the shower.

While I washed myself off, something about being alone in that wide-open tile space, the hot water running over me, my mind started to wander, and soon I was standing under the shower head, eyes closed, rubbing my stiffening cock imagining the soft, muscular flesh of Joey's butt-cheeks as they stretched and compressed, bulging out against the shiny black mesh gym shorts. Then in my fantasy they strained the material until it was taut, and finally Joey went to lift his foot one more time and the cloth burst, and the shorts -

My fantasy was interrupted when I heard a gasp. My eyes shot open. There, standing stock still in the entrance to the showers, was Joey Tulsen. He was staring at me. More specifically, he was staring at my cock. My whole body flushed crimson. My heart was pounding. My thoughts came fast and furious with my terror. But my words escaped me.

"Joey—oh my God, Joey, I, I swear, don't tell anyone, please please Joey..."

I trailed off, but then realized Joey hadn't moved a muscle.

"Joey?" I asked, now a little curious. He'd been standing as still as a mannequin for a full minute or two.

"Your... your penis!" Joey stammered.

I looked down and realized I'd still been stroking my cock, and even through my terror it was still rock-hard. Mortified, I pulled my hand away. But it didn't start to soften.

"Uh, Joey, don't tell anyone, OK?"

"Your penis, Danny!"

"Joey, I know, I just... I mean, you won't tell?"

"Your penis, it's... it's so big!"

"What?" Now I was kind of curious.

"Oh my God, Danny, I've never seen one so big... can I... can I touch it?" Now it was Joey's turn to flush bright red.

"Danny... are you... I mean, are you queer?"

"No! No, I'm not! I just, it's your penis, it's so big... I have to feel it!"

Before I could even answer Joey crept over and reached out. I stared in fascination as he took my cock gently in both his hands and knelt down in front of me. His face was right at the level of my cock. The head of my dick was throbbing full of ***** it was so hard.

"Danny," Joey said, pouting adorably, "I... I feel funny, Danny."

"What do you mean, Joey?"

"Your penis, Danny, it makes me feel funny."

"Funny like how?" I was starting to get a little exasperated at Joey, his gentle grip on my cock enough to keep me hard but not much more than that.

"I want it, Danny," Joey said, softly.

"What?"

"I want it, I want your penis," he said, a bit louder.

"What do you mean, you want it?"

"I..." Joey stopped, looked around as if confused, but then fixed his glance on my cock, and a trickle of drool came out the side of his mouth. "I want it in me, Danny," he said, this time with conviction.

Before I could even respond he'd opened his mouth and engulfed my cock. I moaned loudly in spite of myself, forgetting where I was, and even with his untrained mouth sucking my cock haphazardly, teeth rubbing against it and back of his throat pressing against the head, I quickly approached orgasm. Just as I was going to cum, Joey pulled his mouth off my cock and stared me in the eyes.

"Your penis makes me feel dirty, Danny, it makes me feel naughty, and I love it!"

With that, I ejaculated for the first time. All my past orgasms had been dry. This one was, to say the least, not dry. My pelvis bucked ************* as my cock began spewing. The first thick blast of semen landed right on Joey's cheek. The next coated his lips. He opened his mouth and the third landed right on his tongue. It just kept coming, all the spunk, spraying everywhere, completely drenching his face, his eyes shut and coated in thick sticky jism like viscous egg white streaming off his face.

When I finally finished coming I was completely exhausted. I collapsed, plopping down onto the tile floor and resting my back against the wall. I was breathing heavily and laid my head back with my eyes closed while I recovered from the mind-blowing orgasm.

When I opened my eyes I saw Joey standing there, hands and face covered in cum, shaking.

"What the fuck? What did I just do?" he shouted, aloud.

This was weird. I was baffled. "Joey? Joey? Calm down, Joey," I reassured him, totally confused.

But he wouldn't listen, and was shaking his head rapidly in disbelief and fear. "No, you! You made me do this! YOU DID!"

I stared at him like he had two heads, perplexed at his sudden, drastic change of attitude, and with that he began sobbing and stepped underneath the hot water trying to wash all my jizz off his face and hands, his body bent with heaving sobs as he wiped the slimy cum off his face as fast as he could get it off.

But in the meantime he hadn't even bothered to take his clothes off. I noticed he was still wearing his gym shorts. Then I noticed as they started to soak through with water. I noticed how they clung to his butt even more tightly. And then I noticed I was getting hard again. Really hard.

Joey finished getting my cum off him, to his satisfaction, and turned around to run out of the showers. Or anyway that's what he seemed to be doing, but then he saw my hard cock again.

"Oh no," he just said, and I saw his face fall.

"What? Joey, what the fuck? Why are you being so fucking weird?"

"Oh no," he said again. "Oh no, it's so big again."

I just sat, staring at him, fascinated. He was Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, one moment panicking, the next moment salivating over my cock. I didn't understand.

"Oh God," he said, shaking his head sadly, his face a mask of shame, "Oh God, I need it again, Danny, seeing it so big like that, I need it again!"

Could it be? Could it be my hard cock had some kind of power over him? I decided to find out. I grabbed my cock in one hand and squeezed it. It throbbed harder. Joey moaned.

"You want this, Joey? You like my cock when it's big and hard like this?"

"Oh yeah, Danny, oh fuck, it's so fucking big," he babbled, fixated on my cock.

"Take off your shorts, Joey, and let me see yours."

"Fuck, Danny, don't do it, please don't make me," he said, but even before I replied he'd already hooked his thumbs around the waistband of the gym shorts and slid them off.

"Your undies too, Joey," I said, smirking, and watched as he slid his down.

Wow, my cock really was big. Compared to Joey's, anyway. His was probably 5 inches, and it was sticking straight out in front of him, hard as mine. But mine was easily a foot long. I realized I'd never gotten to compare, because I'd avoided showers so religiously. I smiled, satisfied. I remember thinking to myself, I must really be well-endowed.

But there were more pressing matters at hand.

"Joey, I don't want you to suck it again. This time I want to put it inside you myself."

Joey nodded eagerly and opened his mouth.

"No, Joey, not like that. Turn around."

Joey's face fell and became a mask of fear.

"No, Danny, please no, don't do it, that's for fags, I'm not a fag Danny, please don't do it," he stammered, his eyes pleading.

"I don't know, Joey," I said, my confidence growing with my smirk, "You're standing here naked, washing my cum off your face. You look kind of like a fag to me."

"No, Danny, PLEASE!"

But he turned around in spite of himself. I gasped aloud as I saw the twin globes of his perfect, full ass right in front of me. And I grinned when he arched his back, just enough that the cheeks parted. I saw his smooth, hairless ass crack leading down to the dark, puckered hole. And when I saw it, my cock somehow grew even harder.

"Oh, fuck yeah," I said aloud, a sexual hunger I'd never felt awakening inside me. I stood up and, as if in a dream, watched as I rubbed some soap on my rock-hard dick, then stepped forward. I reached one arm around Joey and felt his muscular chest. With my other arm I held his hip blade and pulled his waist back against me. My cock rested right in the crack of his ass, and I gently slid it up and down, not so hard to make me cum, but just enough to feel really good.

"Oh Danny," he said, and started to moan.

"You want it, don't you, faggot?" I taunted him.

"Danny, come on, I do, I want it, I need it inside me," he whimpered.

"Alright, queerboy, if you say so!" With that, I shoved the tip inside him.

Joey screamed like a girl when he felt my cock enter him, but by that point I was really getting into it so I just laughed a little and kept pushing. I felt his spasming asshole clenching down on my cock so I grabbed him tighter and shoved my pelvis forward. I felt the entire length of my cock sink into his warm, inviting hole.

I felt the soft skin of his butt-cheeks against the hollows of my hips as I bottomed out inside him. It felt so good I almost came on the spot. I pushed a little harder and felt his butt-cheeks compress a bit. I looked down as I grabbed him by both hip blades and pulled back, hard. Joey screamed aloud as my cock went in as far as I could possibly get it, and I saw his butt-cheeks compress even more, wrinkling around the edges like beach balls being squeezed flat. I thought back to my earlier memory of his butt encased in his gym shorts and chuckled. Had you told me out on the field I'd soon bury my cock inside that butt, I probably would have filled my own gym shorts with a load of cum on the spot.

Joey was still screaming but luckily nobody seemed to be around to hear. With my cock inside him I felt my sexual hunger growing. I start pistoning into and out of his ass, and with every thrust his screams seem to subside, and instead he was moaning, louder and louder.

By the time I was ready to cum, I was driving my whole foot-long cock fully into his ass and then sliding it all the way back out, even pulling it fully out sometimes just to marvel at the big, sloppy shiny thing as it sluiced wetly into and out of his now-loose asshole.

When I came, I first pushed my cock all the way inside him, wrapped my arms around him, one around his muscular chest and one around his stomach, and pulled him tightly against me.

"Aw, fuck, Joey," I moaned, "I'm gonna fill you up."

Joey moaned aloud himself and then spasmed a bit. As I started pumping my load inside his ass, I saw, to my amazement, Joey's cock shoot its own load all over the tile floor. It may not have been as big a cock as mine, but he still shot an impressive load.

After that, I slid my softening cock out of Joey's ass and finished showering. I noticed as I left that Joey was curled up in the corner, sniffling. I figured that was just how it was, once whatever spell my cock had over him wore off. Poor kid, I thought to myself. But then I just grinned and walked out.

From that day on I walked around with more confidence. I knew Joey had a girlfriend, and I knew my cock had done something funny to him, and knowing how much bigger I was than the other guys made me proud. Everyone noticed my new attitude. Girls wanted to hang out with me but I mostly blew them off. The guys, though, I was more than happy to spend more time with, now.

The other thing I noticed was that, ever since that day, the sexual hunger that had awakened had never fully fallen back asleep. I could feel it in me when I walked around, now. I'd look at a guy and find my gaze turning down towards his lips, or his crotch, or his butt. None of that was unusual, but now when I looked I could feel it behind my eyes, this intensity, this hunger, like instead of a frightened closeted teen having lustful, wishful thoughts, I was like a predatory big cat stalking prey.

With my newfound confidence and popularity it wasn't hard to find excuses to spend time one-on-one with the hottest of the school jocks.

There was Kenny, the blonde surfer-looking stud, star of the basketball team with the amazing 3-point shot and no missed foul shots. He was only too excited when I told him I had recorded the latest college game during March Madness that he'd missed, and eagerly came over to my house to watch it. Only, when we got in my room, he looked around.

"Danny, where's your TV?"

"Oh, I don't have one," I replied, feeling that smirk coming on.

"Uh, how are we going to watch the game?"

"Oh, you wanted to watch the game?" I asked. "I thought maybe you'd rather look at this."

I dropped my pants as Kenny turned around. For a few awfully long moments I felt a rush of terror—what if it was only Joey? What if it didn't work on Kenny? What would I do?

But then I saw him freeze, staring at my dick, and I knew I had him.

"Oh my god, Danny," he said, slowly, dreamily, "Your... your cock."

Cut to half an hour later: Kenny was on his hands and knees like a dog on my floor, and I was standing behind him, holding him by the hips, looking down smiling as I watched my saliva-slick bare cock sliding into and out of his asshole. I grinned as I watched his tight sphincter—as I shoved my cock in, his ass hollowed inwards; as I pulled it out his tight asshole, gripping my cock, pulled back a bit with my cock and I could see the muscular ring of his asshole stretched out away from him. As I drew my cock all the way out I laughed at the sucking noise and wet "plop!" it made. And I laughed even more at the pained moan Kenny uttered as I pushed the big purple head of my dick back inside him.

I knew once I came Kenny would panic and who knew what he'd do, so I was careful not to cum for a good couple hours. I had Kenny in every pose I could think of, sucking and fucking and licking and everything my twisted little mind could conjure up. But finally I was ready to shoot and tired from all the work. To minimize cleanup, I decided to pump my big load up inside his ass. So I did, and then I slid out, put my clothes back on, and waited.

Sure enough, the real Kenny reemerged, and he just about lost his ****. He started like he was going to scream, but I severely shushed him.

"Kenny!!" I whispered hoarsely, "Shut the fuck up! You want my mom coming in here and finding you like this? Like a little bitch, naked with cum dripping out of your asshole? You know what's good for you, you'll put your clothes on and leave as fast as you can without saying a fucking word."

Kenny just stared at me, shaking his head like he was hoping he'd wake up, but I just rolled my eyes and walked over to him. He cowered away from me like a frightened ***********! Big basketball player afraid of me—and I just slapped him in the face, once, hard.

"Get up." I said, matter-of-factly. "And get dressed."

He stiffly obeyed, clearly still in shock, and I escorted him out of the house.

"Did you boys have a good time?" My mom casually shot from the kitchen as we passed.

"Yeah, Mom, we had a whole lot of fun!" She didn't seem to notice Kenny's shell-shocked state.

I suppose you're wondering what became of the boys I seduced. Is seduced really the right word? I didn't quite **** them, it was quite consensual when I plunged my hard cock into their waiting holes, but it definitely wasn't their idea after the fact. Well, they were definitely traumatized. You could see it in them—it was like I drained my new confidence from them, leaving a trail of timid, frightened boys where once were track stars, proud swimmers, and football jocks. Joey developed a stutter and was easily startled by loud noises. Kenny started missing his free throws, and his girlfriend dumped him and he never did get another.

So it went with all the boys. I'd like to say I felt bad about it, but I didn't. I loved it. I could feel my confidence swell in me and seeing them laid before me, frail husks of what they were before, it just made me feel more powerful.

And, traumatized though they were, worshipping my cock seemed to leave its seed in them. Every so often one of them would come up to me in the hallway with just the right look in his eyes, a mix of desperate hunger and shameful self-loathing, and I knew. I'd find the nearest storage closet or bathroom stall and, if he begged hard enough, I'd drop my pants and let him suck me off.

Some of them really got hooked. By the time we finished high school several years later, Kenny was on my cock like a crack fiend needed his pipe. When he hadn't sucked me off for even just a few days he'd start to look sickly, wan, pale, and he'd shake constantly. He was an addict. And I smiled and fed him, pumping a load of my jizz down his throat every few days.

For my part, my cock grew by the time I was a senior to a full 14 inches hard, and my big balls hung low and seemed to be constantly working—I'd cum four or five times a day and still my loads were huge.

It was a good thing, too, because just like those boys became hooked on my cock, I was getting more and more hooked on the feeling of power. When I saw another boy, before I could think of anything else I'd find myself imagining us naked, him worshipping my huge cock, me controlling him and debasing him and making him do whatever I wanted. It was hard to get out of my mind. I could feel it there, always, that hunger, that need.

At some point I ran out of hot classmates to corrupt, though, and for a while figured I'd just get by fucking the same ones over and over. But that hunger inside me clearly had other plans. A week went by and I started to feel it, this intensity, building, not satisfied with reclaiming the hot holes and wet mouths of the same now-desperate boys. I had to take new prey. I could feel the ****** inside me demanding it. I had to hunt.

I tried to ignore it. I didn't want any of the other boys. I pushed it down. And that was my mistake. When I pushed it down, I incubated it. It grew, that ******, and it became strong while I kept it in the dark. And one day, a few months later, it surprised me.

I was walking down the hall towards the gym when I felt it. My cock sprang to life. My breathing became ragged, hot wet panting. My hands tightened into claws and I hunched forward a bit like I was stalking something. I felt it all happen and I realized what was going on, but I realized I couldn't stop. I realized I didn't even really want to. I didn't quite know, consciously, what I was planning to do, but I could feel it inside me, a buzzing energy, a determination, and I knew I'd just go along for the ride.

Faster than I knew I could move, and without making a sound, I was down the hallway into the gym, down the stairs to the side, standing outside the coach's office. Waiting like a careful, silent predator I listened at the door. I heard his voice, and waited for any others, but heard none. Finally I heard the sound of a phone handset put back down in the cradle, and I straightened myself up and politely knocked.

"Who is it?" he bellowed.

Without replying I just opened the door.

"Hey, Coach, I wanted to talk to you," I said.

Coach was a gruff, fairly heavy-set man, strong as an ox but hardly what you'd call lean. He'd been in an increasingly foul mood over the years I'd known him, no doubt due to the ongoing collapse of his every sports team, since I'd taken all his best players from every team and bred them like heifers, made them timid and afraid.

"Danny, what do you want?" He barked, impatient.

I turned around and locked the door behind me. He furrowed his brow, about to open his mouth to ask again. But instead I slid my pants and underwear down just enough to let my cock drop out.

"I want you to look at this, Coach," I said, in a voice simultaneously dripping with lust and snarling with aggression.

"WHAT TH-" Coach started to yell, standing up, but then, grimacing, found he couldn't look away.

"Oh God, Danny," he said, with deep fear and great remorse, "Your cock!"

"Yeah, Coach, my cock," I said with a smirk. "Hasn't had any new boys on it in a while but I think it's time to branch out a bit, try a new flavor. Like a big fat hairy pig like you."

"Don't you dare talk to me like, like..." Coach trailed off, his authority and anger draining as his mind was pulled back to my thickening erection. My cock was throbbing and slowly lengthening to its full 14 inches. I put my hands on my hips and thrust my pelvis out, making it bob up and down, pointing straight at the mesmerized coach.

"Talk to you like what, Coach? Like a fat old hairy pig hungry for one of his students' cocks? 'Cuz that's what you look like to me, Coach."

"Danny, fuck, put it away, I can't... I can't stop looking at it, fuck Danny it's so big!"

With that, I started slowly walking towards Coach's desk. He sat, dumbly, in his chair, staring at my swaying, bobbing cock approaching him. "You know, Coach, it's probably bad news for you to be caught taking advantage of one of your impressionable young students, you know. I'd be careful if I were you. I mean, you could open that mouth of yours and start slurping on my big tasty knob, but what if someone found out? Man, would that be a tough situation to explain your way out of."

"Oh no Danny please, please you have to stop."

I walked around his desk and hefted myself up so my bare ass was resting right on his desk blotter and my naked crotch was facing him directly, my cock pointing right at his face as he sat in his chair.

"Oh my God Danny it's so big, I have to have it, I need to taste it," he whimpered, the gruff old man reduced to a desperate little cocksucker.

He was fumbling with his zipper by this point, and soon had his own cock out and started pumping it in earnest, mumbling to himself. "Oh fuck yeah, fucking boycock, so fucking hot, goddamn."

And then he opened his mouth, closed his eyes, and started sucking my cock.

I pulled out my cell phone and made sure the sounds were on as I started taking photos of him with the built-in camera.

The first time he heard that "click" noise his eyes shot wide open and he looked at the cell phone sideways without taking his mouth off my cock. His eyes went wide with fear and shame. He couldn't quite form clear words with his mouth on my cock but he moaned, trying. "Oh no," I made out, muffled, "No no no no no stop!"

Or anyway that's what he would have said if he'd been able to exert the willpower necessary to stop sucking my 18-year-old, 14-inch cock. But he wasn't, and so he kept on jerking his own hardon with one hand while he sucked me off with his mouth and other hand, and I just smiled and kept snapping photos.

Yep, my big, commanding cock. This was even more fun than mind-fucking the other boys.

As I started to get close I switched to recording video, and for my own amusement put on a show for the camera.

"Coach, stop it! Why are you doing this?" I moaned, exaggerating it to make sure the camera caught every syllable.

Coach just kept his eyes closed and moaned. The vibration sent waves of pleasure through my cock as he kept on sucking my huge member. I could feel my balls tighten up with a big load of cum, and as I started to shoot I feigned like I was sobbing.

"Oh God Coach why?? Why?!" With every blast of hot spunk I moaned again in mock agony. Coach swallowed quite a bit of it but eventually it started to leak out the corners of his mouth. Then he pulled his head up off my cock. I watched the camera as it caught perfectly my swollen purple cock head, Coach's mouth coming up off of it, and the next several blasts of jizz coated his face. He was moaning and I turned the little lens of my camera-phone to point at him jerking his cock, his fist stuffed down furtively in his lap jerking away. And when he came, I caught that too, his convulsive moans and the blasts of spunk from his hairy cock all over his desk and the floor.

And better yet, I caught the aftermath, too. As he came down from his sexual haze, Coach's eyes opened wide in terror.

"Oh my God, what just happened? What did I do??"

I kept faking the sobs. "Coach," I cried, "You raped me!"

"What? No, no! Danny, no, I didn't, you made me do that, I don't know how, your huge cock, you made me!"

"Coach, I begged you to stop, why did you do that to me?" I was really doing it up. I couldn't wait to watch the video later.

"Danny, are you recording this? Turn that off! Stop it! Oh fuck, ****, what have I done?"

I turned the camera off, and my smirk returned.

"Thanks for the blowjob, Coach, that was pretty good."

"What? You little ****, what the fuck did you do? I didn't want to do that!!"

"Oh I know, Coach, but you did, didn't you? And I've got the whole thing on camera. Nice knowing you, faggot."

Coach looked like he was going to ***** to death, simultaneously so angry and so afraid. Before he could get his shorts back up and stand up from his desk I darted out of his office and left the building, heading home.

As I laid in bed that night I stroked my big cock with both hands, smiling to myself. I was going to have some fun with those videos. I half-considered texting one of my little jock sluts to come suck me off but instead I grinned and left my cock at full mast, bobbing, and drifted off to ***** and sweet dreams of owning every last man in the world.

The next day I emailed copies of the pictures and the video to the principal of the school, with a short email.

"Dear Sir, I don't know what to do about this but I managed to get my phone out while this was happening and wanted to send them to someone. Obviously I'm incredibly upset, I'm in shock but I wanted you to be the first to see this."

I hung out in the cafeteria all day reading. It had a clear view of the principal's office. And sure enough, within minutes I saw Principal Davis nearly sprint out of his office and come back with Coach following, head hung low. The door closed and I watched with anticipation as the minutes ticked by.

Finally a half hour later, the door reopened and Coach walked out, his eyes red from crying, his head still hung low with shame, and he walked out the front door of the school.

Moments later I heard my name over the PA system. They paged me to the principal's office. I waited a bit so it wouldn't be quite so obvious I was waiting nearby, and then walked in.

"Danny," Principal Davis extended his hand, "I—I'm so sorry. I know this must be a very hard time for you. I mean, I know even that's understating it. What Coach did to you was so... so horrible -"

I cut him off. "Actually it wasn't that bad. Though he's definitely got some learning to do."

Principal Davis stopped, confused. "What? What do you mean?"

"Well, I just don't think he's given many blowjobs before, so it could have been better."

"Danny, he raped you..."

"Oh yeah, that's what I said in the video, isn't it? Nah, I made him do it."

"You... you made him? What do you mean? I watched that video, I saw what he did. How could you make him?"

I smirked. "Well, Principal, it's my cock."

"... what?" Principal Davis was getting visibly uncomfortable now. He'd been all ready to be reassuring and comfort me in my trauma, and now he didn't know what to do.

"My cock is just so big and so commanding, Principal. When men see it, especially when it's nice and hard, they just can't help themselves."

"Danny, that doesn't make sense. It's not your fault, what Coach did to you..." He trailed off, trying still to be consoling. I just smiled.

"Oh, it makes sense, Principal. Once you've seen my huge cock, there's just nothing you can do."

"Danny," he asked, in confused disbelief, "How could showing anyone your cock make them lose control?"

"What a great question, Principal. I'm so glad you asked. It's true, it's surprising. Took me a while to really believe it myself. I think the only real way to make you understand is to show you."

Principal Davis immediately sat back in apprehension. "Danny, that wouldn't be appropriate, definitely not -"

Too late. I unzipped my fly, reached my hand through—I hadn't bothered to wear underwear, for easy access—and pulled my thick cock through the fly. I stood there, in my ripped jeans and t-shirt, my 8" soft cock hanging flaccid through the fly, Principal Davis still sitting in his chair, now staring at my crotch.

I smirked broader as I felt it start to thicken. I'd gotten good at doing this on demand, just throwing a hardon whenever I needed to. As it stiffened up it slowly rose until it was pointing from my crotch straight at Principal Davis. The head swelled up until it was its usual deep purple and shiny, like a large plum. Principal Davis was, by now, staring wide-eyed at my enormous cock.

"Danny, your... y-your penis!"

"Toldja, Principal," I said, with a smirk, "But you didn't believe me. Do you believe me now?" I could feel the ****** hunger inside me, ravenous, ready to go in for the ****.

"Danny, oh my God, I've never... it's so big!"

"Yeah, sure is. Bet you can't wait to wrap those big wet lips of yours around it, can you?"

"Danny, uh, no, this is wrong, Danny, you shouldn't be doing this," Principal Davis shook his head, furrowing his brow, but still couldn't tear his eyes away.

"You know, I think you're right. It wouldn't be right for you to suck me off, because Coach just gave me a blowjob yesterday. And you're the Principal, so you deserve more than him. I've got an idea, Principal. Why don't you undo your belt?"

Principal Davis finally tore his eyes away from my cock to look me in the eyes. "Danny, no, don't make me do this."

"Ha, Principal, that doesn't even make sense! How could I possibly make you do anything? You're so big and strong and me, I'm just a little 18-year-old. Now, undo your belt."

I grinned down at my principal as he slowly unfastened his belt and slid it out of his suit pants.

"Good, now unbutton your pants and slide them down just a little. I like you in that suit, I want it to stay on."

Principal Davis whined a pathetic whine as he did as he was told.

"Great. Now, stand up."

He obediently stood up, his pants down around his knees, and I walked over to his chair and sat in it myself.

"Now pull your pants up enough you can straddle me in this chair."

"Danny, why are you doing this? Please, Danny, stop it," he begged, but his eyes were once again fixed on my throbbing cock, sticking straight up in the air. I'd started leaking precum from the tip in anticipation, and I caught the Principal idly licking his lips even as he begged.

"You want it, you little cunt," I shot back, "Now shut up and do what I say."

At that he whimpered a bit, but he pulled his pants up just enough to get his legs spread around the chair. I leaned back in his chair, smiling a nice, self-satisfied smirk, as Principal Davis debased himself in front of me.

"Good, Principal. Now, slide your pants down just enough to show your crotch, and slide your underwear down, too."

Principal Davis closed his eyes and with a look of utter shame, hooked his thumbs around his waistband and slid his pants and briefs down. His cock sprang to life as the elastic of his underwear passed and I saw his stiff cock—not the biggest I'd seen, but not the smallest—bobbing straight up in the air. His crotch, in contrast to Coach's, was relatively hairless. I licked my thumb and reached underneath and between his legs and with a condescending smile I pressed the tip of my thumb against his clenched asshole. He just moaned again.

"Nice smooth crack, Principal. And nice, tight asshole. Let's see if we can't do something about that second part. I want you to lower yourself slowly right onto my huge cock. I want you to impale yourself on it."

Principal Davis started shaking his head vigorously back and forth and even ****** up a bit and, sniffling, shed a couple tears, but he didn't even bother saying anything in protest. I grinned and nodded my approval as he started lowering himself, ever so slowly, into my lap.

"Arch your back, too. I want that hole nice and exposed."

He moaned, a mix of sexual hunger and self-loathing, as he arched his back like a whore, sticking his bare ass out as he continued lowering it towards my throbbing, massive cock.

When he heard the same clicking sound the Coach did, he hesitated for only a moment.

"Oh fuck, Danny, no, no, stop it."

"I'm not going to stop it, Principal Davis, I'm going to keep taking pictures. If you don't want me to have them, all you have to do is stop. If you pull your pants back up and leave, that's the end of this, isn't it? But as long as you keep moving that hot ass of yours down onto my giant cock, I'm going to just take a few photos for my scrapbook. If you're good, maybe I'll keep them to myself."

Principal Davis began sobbing with shame and defeat as I was talking, but the whole time, his ass kept moving inexorably down towards my cock. And just as I finished my little soliloquy, I felt his asshole brush gently against the very tip of my cock. He started moaning and whimpering as his asshole made solid contact, and I felt the tip of my cock mash against his tight puckered ring, my piss slit spreading against his ass as he kept lowering himself onto me.

As he lowered himself further, I smiled and snapped a few more photos, checking to make sure they framed it well, my cock pressed against his hole, his cheeks spread nicely to show everything. I felt the pressure start to build as he kept his asshole tightly clenched but sat down on top of my rigid, rock-hard dick.

"Oh yeah, fuck, Principal, that tight ass feels so great sitting down my cock."

The pressure grew so great it hurt, but it was a good hurt, my cock aching with the pressure of his ass squeezing down against it. I could tell he was really fighting to keep his asshole shut, but at some point, something had to give.

I felt it start, finally. I sat, leaning back, my mouth open in a wide, dirty sneer, nearly half the weight of the Principal balanced right on the tip of my giant cock, when his quivering asshole finally gave. He shouted aloud in pain and shock as the huge head of my thick cock suddenly pressed into his abruptly-spread sphincter. It popped in about halfway, and I could see between his legs the ridge of my cock-head still sticking out from his distended asshole.

"OH FUCK DANNY IT HURTS SO BAD!!" Principal Davis shouted.

"Shut the fuck up, you dumb bitch," I shot back, "You want someone to hear us?"

I grabbed the nearest soft object I could get my hands on—as it turned out, a pair of gym shorts the Coach had left with the rest of his stuff—and stuffed them in my Principal's open mouth. He bit down reflexively, grateful for something to clench down on, and he began feverishly whimpering through the dirty shorts.

I, for one, was getting impatient, and so with one hand I kept snapping photos, getting some good ones of the Principal, tears of pain streaming down his face, dirty gym shorts stuffed in his mouth, in his suit and shirt and tie, as well as others of his bare asshole stretched open around my massive cock-head. But with my other hand, I grabbed his waist, and started pushing downwards. He resisted, screaming muffled screams into the gym shorts, but over the course of the next few minutes I managed to get the entire head of my cock inside him. He was shaking from the pain, now, but there was not much he could do.

And, I noticed, for all the pain he was in, his cock was still rock-hard and leaking copious streams of precum.

"Oh, fuck this, I'm horny," I said, grabbed him with both hands, and slammed him down onto my cock.

The pain, judging from his reaction, must have been unimaginable. Admittedly I usually took longer working it into a new guy, and the Principal's tight ass was probably less elastic than that of the nubile young jocks I usually dominated with my massive dick, but I didn't want to spend all day just to pump his ass full of my young spunk.

"Jesus, shut the fuck up," I said, rolling my eyes. "And start riding me like a good little fag slut."

Still delirious from the pain, Principal Davis could hardly disobey me, and so he started squatting up and down on my cock, his hole sliding up and down my shaft as he wept from the pain. But fuck, it felt great.

"Oh yeah, Principal, nice tight asshole, that feels great. Yeah, just like that."

I started to get so into it that it nearly startled me to death when his office door slammed open. The poor Principal took it even worse. I felt his asshole tighten up so much I thought it was going to rip off my dick.

Coach stormed in, eyes even redder from crying, and he blurted out, "Alright look I know you don't believe me but I just can't let this, I mean, I have to tell you, I swear to you -"

Right about then he actually looked up and saw what was going on.

"Oh, fuck."

"Get in here," I hissed, "And lock the fucking door!!" What an idiot, how did I leave the door unlocked?

Coach slammed the door and locked it, without so much as thinking about it, but then he just stood, dumbstruck. Principal Davis was perched above me with his asshole stretched wide open around my cock, frozen halfway up my massive shaft. Coach just stared, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Well," I said, wryly, "For what good it does you, I think Principal Davis believes you, now."

"Oh, fuck," Coach said again, "Not you too. Fuck." But it was too late for him, too. Even as Coach lamented the Principal's fate, his eyes fixed on the exposed length of my cock-shaft, sticking out of the Principal's asshole. And once he was staring at it, he couldn't turn away.

"Well, while you're here, you might as well make yourself useful, you interfering little bitch," I shot at him, "So get over here and kneel down in front of this chair. Start licking my balls."

Coach walked over, eyes full of sorrow and shame, and knelt obediently in front of my crotch. He unbuttoned my jeans the rest of the way and slid them down so my whole crotch was bare, my big balls resting on the chair, and he dipped his head forward between my legs and started working them with his lips and tongue.

"Oh, yeah, fuck, that feels good. And hey, Principal, let's get moving again. Keep pumping that hot ass up and down my shaft."

Soon I had the two men servicing me in tandem and I just laid back and smiled. Coach was getting my balls nice and wet with his mouth while Principal Davis rode his tight ass up and down my shaft. Every time he came all the way down his ass pressed Coach's head down against the chair. It was fun to watch. That gave me another idea.

"Hey, Coach, now I want you to lick my shaft. Run your tongue up and down my shaft along with Principal Davis's tight asshole."

Coach moaned aloud with the depravity as he turned his head sideways and started licking and sucking at my thick cock shaft. As Principal Davis kept sliding his asshole up and down, I felt Coach's tongue chasing the tight sphincter, licking at my shaft just as it emerged from the depths of Principal Davis's ass.

"Good, Coach. Hey, do Principal Davis a favor and make sure you're licking around his stretched asshole, too."

I felt Coach's tongue start swiping even closer, and when I heard Principal Davis start moaning through the dirty gym shorts I knew Coach was getting his asshole and crack with his tongue, too. Good boy.

After a while I got tired of even this, and I had plenty of photos already.

"OK, change of plans. Principal, stand up."

Principal Davis screamed through the shorts in agony as his thighs, on fire with the hour of squatting on my cock, shrieked at him as he stood fully up, and as the head of my cock pulled out of his asshole, the wet sucking noise was loud enough probably to hear from outside the room.

"OK, and Coach, you need to clean off my cock and get it nice and wet for you."

Coach hungrily lapped at my still-rock-hard giant cock, licking all the slime and sweat from Principal Davis's ass off.

"Good, and now Principal Davis's asshole is probably stretched open like an old whore's loose cunt, so why don't you lick that off for him, too?"

Coach obediently shoved his face between Principal Davis's ass-cheeks and I heard a series of wet slurping noises as he cleaned the Principal up nicely.

"Good work. Now, Coach, take off your pants."

"What? Danny, no, I don't want that, I don't want it, that'll hurt..." Coach trailed off, apparently comfortable licking another man's distended asshole but not comfortable with the notion of getting fucked himself.

"Shut up," I replied, "And do what I say."

Coach stared hungrily at my enormous cock and dropped his pants. His gut hung down out from under his shirt and his hairy belly and ass stood in stark contrast to his crisp, clean white shirt.

"Alright, gentlemen, here's what you're going to do," I began, "Principal Davis, I want you to take your pants off, too, and straddle my face, facing away from me. And Coach, I want you straddling my crotch, facing towards me."

Both professional men-turned-eager little sluts obeyed pleasingly quickly. I was staring at Principal Davis's wide-open asshole inches from my face as the two men straddled me and faced each other.

"Good. Now, Coach, obviously you're going to fuck yourself on my huge cock." Coach tried to protest again with shame and fear but I ignored him. "And Principal, to keep Coach from screaming too loud, you're going to make out with him while he does it. I want you two to really get into it, like real fucking faggots. I want you guys sucking face. I want your tongues down each other's throats. I want saliva running down both your chins and necks. Really get to it." Before I'd even finished, both men took on a look of deep hunger and, grabbing each other, began furiously kissing.

"Good. And Principal, don't you worry about what I'm going to do with you. Just keep on making out."

Coach's asshole, it turned out, was much more pliable than the Principal's. It only took us ten minutes to get him sliding his hole happily up and down on my cock like he'd been a brainless faggot slut all his life. And Principal Davis? His hole was stretched so far open from my fucking and so wet from Coach's licking that he hardly even flinched when my first went in. I balled up my right hand, spat on it a couple times, and plunged it between his smooth ass-cheeks right into that hole.

I had my trusty camera-phone out with my other hand, snapping pictures of my high school principal and coach kissing each other like desperate, horny queers, Coach riding my cock like a bitch in heat, and Principal Davis arching his back to give me easier access to shove my arm up inside his ass. The predatory, sexual ****** in me was quite satisfied. Finally I was ready to finish up.

"Coach, sit all the way down on my cock." He sat down on my lap, moaning repeatedly into Principal Davis's eager mouth as they kept kissing. His full weight came down on his hairy ass, ******* my gargantuan cock deep inside his bowels.

"OK, Principal Davis, now you sit down too."

I felt my arm sink deeper and deeper inside the willing, horny body of my high school principal as he sat back towards my shoulder. I couldn't help but beam with smug pride as I looked at the two grown men letting me, their 18-year-old student, use their bodies as little more than sheaths for my own amusement. Coach's body was nothing more than a sheath to hold my cock, and Principal Davis was like a demented puppet, now, impaled on my arm nearly to the shoulder. I could feel his insides as I shoved my arm deeper and deeper within him.

In the course of a couple years, I mused, what had started with me using my huge cock to talk a classmate into giving me a blowjob had turned into this. Here I was, fisting my principal and fucking my Coach, using my huge cock to control them, warp their minds, making them enjoy it.

Part of me was a little concerned: maybe this hunger was too strong for me. Where would it take me in the future? Could I control it, keep it in check?

But as I screamed aloud, pumping maybe my biggest load ever into the ass of my broken, enslaved high school coach, a dirty grin spread across my face, and I hoped the answer was, "no."

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Neighborhood Slut


Aaron left the title company office with the keys to his new house in his hand, giddy with excitement. His first house! He'd been renting apartments for years, and finally had scraped together enough to cover the closing costs on a decent little home that he could call his own. It was in a nice neighborhood, he'd already met some of the neighbors and liked them all, and best of all, it was his to do with what he wanted.

He drove over to his house and slid the key into the lock, feeling the satisfying weight of the deadbolt as he turned his key for the very first time in his lock in the front door of his house! Aaron couldn't contain an excited laugh as he opened the door.

"Howdy, neighbor!" Aaron heard a voice behind him and turned. Walking by on the street was Ted, one of the neighbors he'd already met. Ted and his wife Carly lived just two doors down on the same side of the street, and had already extended to Aaron a dinner invitation for someday soon. They seemed like good people.

"Hey there!" Aaron hollered back, "You'll have to forgive me, I'm excited as a schoolgirl about this house. It's my first, and I only just got the keys an hour ago!"

"I understand. It's an exciting day! Congratulations!"

Aaron moved in and a few days later the movers showed up with all his stuff. He barely had time to be so giddy, what with all the boxes and unpacking, paperwork, utilities connections, the whole nine yards. One of his other neighbors, Daryl, had taken to swinging by occasionally to check in on things. Daryl was an electrician, he explained, so he offered some advice about various things, helped Aaron run a few wires here and there, that kind of thing. Aaron was more than happy for his help.

Daryl's wife Elaine stopped by on occasion just to be neighborly. They'd been married for twelve years and living in the same house the whole time. Aaron shook his head in wonder: such a pleasant, quiet neighborhood full of honest, down-to-earth people. What luck!

As the week went by, Aaron met a number of his other neighbors, and finally they talked him into throwing a housewarming party. He readily obliged them, knowing they'd help him out with the odds and ends he still needed for his home, and wanting to return the hospitality they'd shown him already by treating everyone to some burgers and beer.

The party went wonderfully, and Aaron had a great time. He learned even more about his great neighbors, although as he expected, he had to field the girlfriend question many times that evening.

"No, I don't right now," he'd repeat, reciting, "I was with my last girlfriend for 3 years, but we broke things off right before I moved back to town." They'd offer consolations, a sad smile and some pithy words of advice, and he'd shrug it off, assure them it was no big deal. It really wasn't: He was glad to be rid of her. He just wanted to get settled in so he could get back out there and find someone new.

At the end of the evening, families started to pack up and head home, but one of the guys suggested they finish things off with a little poker. The wives rolled their eyes, almost in unison, and those with kids carted them home and the husbands, laughing, stuck around. Ted ran home to grab some cards, and the others helped set up a table and pull over some chairs.

For the next couple hours they played a casual game, smoking a few cigars, shooting the ****, getting to know one another. It was a pleasant end to a nice night. Just as the game was wrapping up, Daryl cleared his throat.

"Hey, Aaron, we've all got one last housewarming gift for you, from all us guys."

"Oh yeah? What's that, you want to throw in your chips and leave me the winnings?" Aaron laughed, but quickly stopped when he noticed nobody else laughed with him.

"Not quite. We have a little tradition around here, just us guys of the neighborhood. The way it works is, whatever guy's moved into the neighborhood most recently is kind of like the new guy. Needs to be... initiated, if you know what I mean."

"Ha! Come on, guys, what're you gonna do, line up and take turns paddling me? This isn't a fraternity, is it?"

"No, it's not, Aaron, it's just a friendly neighborhood gang of guys, you're right."

As Daryl finished his words Aaron spotted Steve behind him, who'd stood up earlier to go to the bathroom, he said, just as Steve's hands went for Aaron's neck. Shocked, Aaron tried to grab at his arms, but Steve didn't try to ***** him or anything. Instead, he heard a "click" noise and a cold band around his neck. He glanced quickly at his reflection in the window and saw a silver *****r around his neck. It looked a little strange, but otherwise not half-bad.

"That's it? You wanted to give me some jewelry? Gosh, guys, I'm not that kind of girl."

"Oh, it's not just any jewelry, Aaron. It's got a mind of its own, you might say. Here, let me clue you in."

With these word, Daryl raised a small remote control device and pushed a single button on it. Aaron felt a warmth wash over him, and smiled, feeling great.

"Wow, that feels great. You can do that any time you want!"

"Feels good, does it? I bet it'd feel even better if you took off your shirt, got up on the table, and danced around like a belly dancer."

Aaron didn't even hesitate. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world as he shrugged off his shirt, shoved the poker chips out of the way with a single gesture, and climbed atop the table, gyrating as best he could with no music or dance experience whatsoever.

All the guys around the table laughed and exchanged high-fives. "Fresh meat!" one said, and Steve looked particularly relieved.

"Congratulations, Steve, looks like your time is done," Daryl added, and then turned to Aaron, still dancing, and said, "Stop dancing and get down from there. Steve was our last initiate, and he was stuck with it for a long time, it was a good year before you moved in. Let's just say he's happy to hand it off to you."

Steve smirked. "Yeah, you bet. I paid my dues, and now it's your turn. Welcome to the neighborhood! You're the new Neighborhood Slut, Aaron."

The guys all laughed and headed out, and gradually the effect faded, the warmth drained, and Aaron was left sitting alone at his table, the chips all over the floor, the house a mess, and Aaron himself was shaking with fear and confusion. What had he done? What was going on? He didn't understand what he'd been feeling, nor why he got up and danced on the table just because Daryl told him to do it.

He wrapped his fingers around the ****** encircling his neck. Surely this wasn't some kind of mind-control necklace. That was just the stuff of science-fiction! Still, better safe than sorry: Aaron grabbed and pulled firmly to break it off his neck.

Only it didn't break. Not only that, it tightened, and the warmth hit him again. He just sat back down with a goofy grin on his face and remained there, eyes glazed over. Then he stood up and cleaned up his whole house, and laid down and calmly went to *****. Only later, when he got up to take a piss in the middle of the night, did he notice the warmth had faded again. He ran into the bathroom in fear, stared at the thing in the mirror, and grabbed it even more firmly this time.

As soon as his fingers wrapped around it, the warmth hit again, and just before his mind was overpowered by the thing, he tried to pull it off.

As the warmth coursed through his body, he smiled peacefully, checked to make sure the necklace was as tight as possible, and laid back down to *****.

The next day he awoke with a start, hoping the events of the evening before were really just a bad dream. He stumbled into the bathroom and looked: no, the necklace was there, menacing in its silver hue, wrapped around his neck. He wanted to rip it off but thought better of it.

Right then, he heard the doorbell ring, and threw on a bathrobe to go answer it. He opened the door to see Ted, standing there, smiling at him.

"Hey, Ted, I wanted to talk-" he began, but Ted grinned wider, raised a remote, and pushed a button.

Aaron's words trailed off into gibberish as he smiled limply and stepped back.

"Aaron, I thought I'd come over for some breakfast. Why don't you make me some scrambled eggs and bacon while I read your newspaper? Oh, and a cup of coffee."

"Sure thing, Ted," Aaron replied, dreamily, "let me get you a chair."

Ted smiled and put his legs up on Aaron's table as he leaned back, reading the paper. Aaron continued smiling as he went to great trouble to prepare Ted a lavish breakfast. In his head Aaron didn't mind at all. In fact, he couldn't seem to think of any reason why he wouldn't want to do anything at all that Ted asked him for. Come to think of it, he couldn't even remember any other obligations he had. As far as he was concerned, he'd die happy if all he did was make Ted's breakfast as well as he could.

Somehow that seemed wrong to him, but the more he thought about it, the more sure he became. Aaron smiled bigger and shook his head dismissively. Nah, he was here to work for Ted. That was his job!

"These eggs are ****, Aaron. The bacon is awful. And the coffee is disgusting. You've done a terrible job with this breakfast." Ted sneered at Aaron while dashing the plates onto the floor, where they smashed into pieces.

For a moment, Aaron's eyes flashed with anger when he saw the plates smash on the floor, but Ted saw it and pushed the remote button again before Aaron could do much about it. Suddenly the anger drained from Aaron's eyes and instead he felt awful, deeply awful that he had done such a terrible job with his good friend Ted's breakfast. He wanted to cry.

"I'm so sorry, Ted," he apologized, "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you? I feel terrible!"

"This kind of thing deserves punishment, Aaron. You have to learn not to treat me so poorly. Get over my knee."

Ted slid the chair back and set his feet down on the floor. Aaron didn't even hesitate, but layed down so his midsection rested on Ted's thighs, his ass sticking up at Ted, who was smirking. Ted grabbed the bottom of Aaron's bathrobe and tossed it up and over, so it fell down over Aaron's head, and exposed Aaron's bare ass to the smirking Ted.

"Maybe this will help you learn. If not, there's always more where it came from. Every time I spank you I want you to thank me for helping you learn from your mistakes, Aaron, do you understand? And call me "master," when you do."

Aaron began to respond but Ted's brought the palm of his hand down, hard, on one of Aaron's spread cheeks, and it cut him off.

"Thank you very much, master," Aaron said, through the pain.

Again and again Ted rained down blows on Aaron's increasingly-red ass cheeks, and with each blow Ted smiled a bit wider, watching as each of Aaron's ass-cheeks rippled a bit under the ***** of the blow, seeing Aaron's tight asshole pucker clench in and out with each stroke, and hearing the enthralled Aaron thank him profusely for viciously beating his ass. Yes, Aaron would make a good neighborhood slut, Ted thought. He'd keep them busy for quite some time.

No sooner had Ted left than Aaron returned to his senses, and began to cry. He had just behaved like a slave for his neighbor who ****** him, smashed his plates, wasted his food, and then worst of all, spanked his bare ass over his knee in the middle of his own house! Aaron was in shock, and shook his head in disbelief, scared, as he tried to figure out what to do.

Quickly, he threw on some clothes and hopped in his car to drive somewhere, anywhere, a police station, a hospital, someplace that could get the collar off. No sooner had he pulled out of his driveway, though, than the collar began to beep, the frequency of beeping increasing the further he got from home. By the end of the block it beeped solidly, and Aaron felt that familiar warmth, and started crying, but it was too late.

In that increasingly-familiar dreamlike state, Aaron saw his hands turn the wheel and steer his car back down the street and pull into Daryl's driveway. He turned off the car, got out, and walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell. Daryl's wife Elaine answered, and Aaron wanted to scream, to beg for help, but instead he heard himself calmly ask for Daryl.

"I'll go get him," Elaine said, and brought Daryl back to the door.

Daryl acted just as calm as Aaron had, but once he hopped in Aaron's car and the doors were closed, he said, "Drive to your house. Now."

The two got out of Aaron's car and walked into his house as if everything were perfectly normal.

"Was there something you wanted to tell me?" Daryl asked.

"Yes, sir, I tried to escape," Aaron replied, stunned inside his head at his own words, but outwardly placid.

"Of course you did. Every neighborhood slut tries to escape at first. But you'll soon learn better. Drop your pants, slut, and get down on your knees in front of me."

Aaron did as he was told, noticing with some distress that his cock sprang to life as he pulled down his shorts.

"Now grip that slut cock of yours in one hand and start tugging on it."

Again, Aaron was helpless to resist, and started moaning as he pulled his stiff red cock over and over, on his knees in front of his neighbor.

"Now, I'm going to say some lines, and you'll repeat them, and every time you do, you'll get a little bit closer to coming, but you can't quite shoot until I say so. First: "I am the neighborhood slut.""

"I am the neighborhood slut," Aaron said, and moaned through the end of it as his cock swelled even bigger.

"I do what I am told."

"I do what I am told." More moaning.

"I will accept my role. I will not try to escape. I will service my fellow neighbors however they see fit to use me."

"I will accept my role," Aaron spoke, moaning even more heavily now, barely able to form the words with his mouth, "I will not try to escape. I will service my fellow neighbors however they see fit to use me."

"Good. Now I'm going to leave, but you stay on your knees and repeat that over and over. Once you've spoken the for the hundredth time, you may come."

Daryl shut the door on his way out. Aaron remained on his knees, tears running down his face from the exertion of jerking his throbbing cock without relief, babbling nearly-incoherently as he rushed to finish his assignment so he could come.

When Aaron came, he did so with a sound more like an ****** grunting loudly than anything remotely human. His hot spunk sprayed all over his floor and he collapsed, his body wracked with sobs, his cock chafed from the stroking, his will that much closer to broken. He leapt to his feet and, lost for any alternative, just ran to the furthest room in the house and huddled in the corner.

He tried to think of any way to escape. The necklace knew when he was leaving the house. The neighbors had cut the phone lines - Aaron tried that, to no avail. They'd taken his cell phone. He couldn't pry the necklace off. He was trapped; a neighborhood slut kept in his own home like a slave in a cage. He just huddled in the corner and wept.

Before too long, he heard the doorbell ring. He just cried a bit louder and laid still. The doorbell rang again. Angry and scared, Aaron clutched tight to the side of the couch he was wedged beside, as if that would somehow save him.

It didn't. When the warmth washed over him, Aaron stopped crying, stood up, and answered the door. Inside his head a part of him was screaming. If only he could keep the doors locked, nobody could get to him! But instead, he was his own worst enemy, his body no longer under his control, cheerfully opening the door to let his slavers in to ***** him. Aaron looked out through his eyes and willed his feet to stop walking, but they wouldn't. He willed his hands not to reach for the doorknob, but they did anyway. And when he unlocked the door and opened it, he knew it was all over.

Steve stood before him, frowning. "You're to answer the doorbell when we ring, do you understand, slut?"

"Yes, master, I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as you're going to be. I was just going to come over and have you get me a beer, but now that you've been so disobedient, I think I have a better task for you."

"Anything for you, master."

"That's more like it. Get down on your knees."

Aaron knelt down as Steve turned around and pressed his denim-clad ass back against his face, shoving Aaron's head back against the wall, wedging his face as deep as he could between his cheeks.

"I had to be the slut for a whole year, and now it's you. Well, here's a little taste of what's to come."

At that, Steve let loose a massive fart right in Aaron's face. It was noisy and long, and Aaron wanted to recoil at the smell, but couldn't, his head was trapped.

"I hope you don't think we're even close to done. I've got more for you, slut. I've been working in the yard all day and my feet are really sweaty because I didn't shower this morning. Why don't you take off my shoes and clean my feet for me? Use your tongue and really get them clean. Show me how much you like them."

Aaron couldn't help himself, reached out, and removed Steve's shoes. He slid off Steve's right sock, and the ripe smell of foot odor hit him as Steve lifted his foot up and pressed it against Aaron's mouth and nose. Aaron tried to hurry, licking between the toes as fast as he could, but Steve saw to it that the ordeal lasted as long as possible. Even with the necklace controlling him, Aaron nearly gagged several times.

"That's more like it. Now, how about that beer?"

Steve sat as Aaron fetched him a beer from his fridge, and casually sipped away at it as Aaron knelt beside him obediently.

As the days passed, Aaron's will to resist grew smaller and smaller. In his zombified state, he called his job and quit, and his neighbors were all nice enough to chip in to help cover his bills. In return, Aaron was only too happy to perform all sorts of degrading acts for them. Well, he wasn't, really, but all it took was a button press on their remotes to turns Aaron into a mind-controlled robot, their Neighborhood Slut, available and willing to do anything they wanted.

Aaron was quite the hit, the best slut in a long time, they all agreed.

"Yeah, I don't think I'll be tired of this for a good, long time," Daryl nodded, his hard, wet cock pumping into and out of Aaron's tight asshole, as Aaron lay spread-eagled over his own breakfast table.

"No, he's a good one, alright. A keeper," Ted agreed, holding Aaron by the hair and ears, pumping his own stiff dick down the hapless new homeowner's throat.

Steve sat on the couch, smiling and ******** a beer, waiting his turn. For hours they used him, pumping his slut ass so full of cock it was hardly ever empty, filling his mouth with cock at the same time, and when they were tired of fucking, they'd relax around his house, order him around, have him worship them, make them food, do embarrassing things for their amusement, until their cocks got hard again, and then it was back over the table for poor Aaron.

Poor, mind-controlled Aaron, the new Neighborhood Slut.

Moving into his new home hadn't exactly been the experience he'd hoped for.

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Eleanor's Pet


I trudged onto the plane. It had been a ******** long day. My sales meetings and presentations had run long, and I had missed the early flight. I would be lucky to get home before midnight. Thank God, tomorrow was Saturday, and I could kick back and relax.

Once I was buckled in, I slipped off my heels and suit jacket, letting my thoughts drift to a place where demanding clients and deadlines didn't exist. Suddenly my whole attitude changed as a slim brunette in tan slacks and a silk blouse boarded the plane. I've never been interested in other women, but now I found myself riveted, avidly following her progress down the aisle. She was about twelve years younger than me, probably about twenty, but even from a distance, she radiated tremendous sexual energy.

"Excuse me," she said, stopping alongside me in the aisle and pointing to the seat next to mine. "Is anyone sitting there?"

Her green eyes were piercing. For a moment, I felt as if she were staring right into me. A sudden stirring in my pussy made it hard to speak, but somehow I managed to invite her to join me. As she brushed past me to sit down, I was acutely aware of the rich, almost musky scent of her perfume, and the beautiful swell of her breasts in her blouse.

Her name, she said, was Eleanor, and she was a university student. As she spoke, her hand strayed over to my leg, and her fingers brushed my thigh. I almost jumped, her touch was so electric. With an amused smile, Eleanor let her hand wander up my inner thigh, stopping just short of my pussy. Then she leaned toward me and kissed me on the lips.

I was stunned, almost paralyzed. In just a few moments, I had gone from a self-assured professional woman to a bundle of sexually charged nerves. And instead of trying to get away, I desperately wanted more.

The kiss ended too soon. Reaching over, Eleanor gripped my chin, holding me captive while her startling green eyes peered into mine. By the time she released me, I was so wet I was practically drowning in my panties.

The rest of the trip was agony. Every so often, Eleanor would reach over to give my nipples a quick tweak or stroke my poor cunt, watching me squirm helplessly.

"Pet, I want you to go to the restroom and take off your panties and bra," she finally said, whispering into my ear, her lips tickling my skin. "Just leave them on the counter. Can you do that for me?"

I didn't answer. I simply staggered to my feet and made my way to the tiny john like a robot.

As I walked back up the aisle, I was acutely aware of my short skirt swirling around my bare ass, and my large tits bobbing around in my blouse. My nipples were so hard, they ached.

Eleanor smiled, obviously pleased at how quickly I had obeyed her. Reaching over, she undid the top two buttons of my blouse. Not satisfied with the effect, she undid the next button. My blouse flapped open, practically to my bellybutton. Anyone looking over at me would have gotten a great view of my heavy breasts.

It wasn't a direct flight. But when the plane landed, we got out anyway. I followed Eleanor down the aisle and into the nearly deserted terminal. My suitcase was still in the plane's luggage compartment, and my shoes lay abandoned under my seat.

With every step, my nipples slipped in and out of view, and I blushed a deep red as people openly stared at my chest. Together, we rose up the escalator to the airport hotel. While Eleanor signed for a room, the night clerk smirked at my half-exposed knockers.

After a groping elevator ride, we got to our room. Instantly, Eleanor lay down on the bed. "Undress me, Pet," she commanded.

Carefully I did her bidding, trembling as my mouth gravitated to her small, perfect breasts and sucked on the hard pink nipples.

From there, my tongue and lips traveled down her flat stomach. I licked her bellybutton then nuzzled her short, curly pubic hair. The rich fragrance of her pussy beckoned me.

Taking the plunge, I pressed my mouth against her cunt lips while Eleanor's firm thighs clamped tight around my ears. I couldn't move except for my tongue, which flicked in and out of her slit, striking sparks against her clit.

Grinding her quim against my mouth, Eleanor suddenly went stiff and groaned. A torrent of sweet honey flowed from her snatch, and my tongue went into overdrive, trying to capture every blessed drop.

Finally, she released her vise grip, and I fell back on the bed. Eleanor hovered over me, squeezing and stretching my nipples with one hand while she fucked me with the other. The long torment of that plane ride boiled in my cunt as her fingers stirred me closer and closer to a hot climax, continuously pulling back to keep me on edge.

Then, all of a sudden, the world started tumbling and spinning, driving me crazy with lust as one orgasm crashed into the next. We spent the rest of the night locked in raunchy raw sex. All I wanted was to please her, and the more I did, the harder I came.

I woke up naked, horny and alone: no Eleanor and no clothes.

Still, I felt surprisingly energized. Rolling out of bed, I headed toward the bathroom. My reflection in the mirror couldn't have been more cheerful, grinning at me beneath its layer of smeared makeup and Eleanor's dried pussy juice. Anyone who saw me would know how I'd spent my evening.

I turned on the shower and stepped in. The spray made me feel all tingly, and I lathered my breasts, letting the water flow over them. Impulsively, I cupped them and lowered my head to suck the nipples, getting them nice and spiky.

All my life I had thought my chest was too big and had hated the way guys let their attention drift down to my breasts when they talked to me. Now, I realized that my knockers were my best feature – the main reason guys talked to me at all, and why a smart, gorgeous young woman like Eleanor would bother with me.

Toiletries had been laid out, and once I shampooed, I lathered up my pussy hair. Carefully, I slid the razor through my thick bush, touching and pulling at the area around my pussy until it was completely bare. When all the hair was gone, I took a warm washcloth and cleaned away the remaining shaving cream. "Much better," I thought, spreading my pussy lips to admire my bare cunt.

On a stand beside the sink, I found cosmetics. I began by gelling my hair, brushing my locks until they glistened. Then I put on lipstick. It was bright red, and I applied it nice and thick. I finished up with eye shadow. It had sparkles embedded in it and looked like something a high school girl might wear. I winked a few times. The effect was so cute it made me giggle.

Still naked, not bothering with a towel, I headed back to the bedroom. A man was standing there, waiting for me. I tried to scream and instead froze with my mouth wide open and my hands raised alongside my face.

"Nice," he said. He was stocky, probably in his early twenties with unruly black hair and piercing green eyes. Still frozen, I waited while he circled around me. Finally, he commanded me to relax, and my hands fell to my sides. Instantly a buzzing, tingling sensation filled my head and radiated down my body. It was intensely pleasurable, and I found myself beginning to sway.

"Oops," he said, "too strong. I guess I'm overdoing it a bit."

I had no idea what he was talking about, and I really didn't care. He stepped toward me, and I sunk to my knees. Fumbling with his belt, I managed to get his pants open then eased them down his legs. His wonderful young shaft came into view. It was still soft but swelling rapidly. I took it into my mouth and worked it as far down my throat as I could.

Slowly and sensuously at first then picking up speed, I bobbed up and down on his cock. My nipples were hard, and my cunt was dripping, sending a rivulet of pussy juice down my thighs. I could sense he was about to come, and I went into overdrive, frantically ramming his member down my throat. When he came, it was like a fountain: warm, salty and exhilarating, and I managed to swallow every precious drop.

"Thanks," I heard myself say when he finally released his cock. I gave him a sparkly wink. "That was yummy."

Well, good," he said with a grin. "It's the only breakfast you're going to get."

Clothes had been laid out on the bed, and I started getting dressed. There was no underwear. The jean skirt looked like it was intended for someone much younger and shorter than me. It barely covered the curve of my ass. The pink tank top was almost as revealing. I had never liked the bare stomach look, and without a bra, my breasts would jiggle and bounce like crazy. Finally there were shoes, extra narrow with heels so high I would virtually have to walk on my toes.

"As I modeled the outfit for him, a thought came into my head. "Can you tell I'm not wearing underwear?" I asked. "I don't want to show too much."

"Turn around and bend over," he said. "Let's see."

I did his bidding and could feel the jean skirt hiking up my ass and the air on my bare sex.

"Looks fine to me," he said.

After that, he had me raise my arms above my head. The half shirt rode up, exposing the bottom of my breasts. Satisfied, I tugged the shirt back into place. My new outfit was perfectly fine. I just had to be careful not to lift my arms, sit down or bend over.

Together, we left the hotel room and started down the hall. My new shoes ****** me to take wobbly baby steps, and I was acutely aware of my tits jiggling in my tiny tank top.

The elevator door opened. Another couple was already inside. My eyes turned immediately to the woman. Wow, what a slut. A face like a painted doll. Nipples like thumbtips, so big and hard they practically poked holes in the thin fabric of her top. She had a nice belly, which was a good thing. You could see every bit of it to about an inch above her pubes.

As for her skirt, it could possibly have made an adequate belt. It barely reached the top of her thighs. No doubt she kept the guys down on the street corner happy. But what on earth was she doing in a respectable business hotel?

I stepped forward, and she moved toward me. My heart lurched as I suddenly realized the back wall was a mirror, and I had been staring at myself.

"Great outfit," Alex said. His hand went to my bare back to lead me forward.

"Thanks," I said, preening for a moment in the mirror. "You don't think it makes my tits look too big."

"Nope," he said as the elevator door closed. "Everyone loves your big tits."

Eyes turned to follow us as Alex led me through the hotel lobby. In my towering come-fuck-me heels, I couldn't move very fast, and his hand on my bare back was sending electric tingles along my spine, making it difficult to concentrate. Luckily for me, we didn't have far to go. Alex's car was parked right out front.

Ever the gentleman, he held open the door for me. As I got in, my short skirt hiked up, flashing my ass and cunt. Self-consciously, I tried to tug the hem down, but when I finished, I could still feel the cold leather of the seat on my bare butt.

Reaching across, Alex allowed his hand to brush over my tits as he buckled me in. He started the car, and we scooted into traffic. Occasionally, he would glance over at me, and I would give him a wide grin. I felt great without a single care in the world.

Eventually we parked in front of a seedy looking bar in a rundown neighborhood.

"Ready?" Alex asked, unhooking my seatbelt.

"For what?" a voice that could have been mind asked.

"Oops. Way too strong," Alex said, after a moment adding, "How about now?"

"Sure," I said. "I'm ready. For anything." I gestured with my arm. My body followed. If it hadn't been for the seatbelt, I would have toppled into Alex's lap."

"Okay," he said with a laugh. "You're ready. Let's do this thing." He released the belt holding me upright at the same time.

Again I made an absolute spectacle of myself getting out of the car. Alex guided me to the bar's entrance where a tall teenager, a few years younger looking than him, guarded the door. "The boy relaxed his vigilance as we approached, eying me up and down before locking in on my tits. I didn't mind. They were, after all, my best feature.

They talked for a while, but I was too distracted to pay attention. Alex's hand had slipped under my skirt onto my bare ass, and he was running a finger up and down the crack, lightly stroking my pussy. If he didn't stop feeling me up, I was going to come all over his fingers.

"Well, good luck," the boy in the doorway said. "Everyone's inside." His glance slipped down to my groin, watching as I tried to discreetly thrust myself against Alex's fingers.

"Thanks," Alex replied, removing his hand. I had been about an inch away from coming. "Hang around after the show, and I'll see if I can get you a turn."

The bar was surprisingly crowded for a Saturday morning. About a dozen guys, all about college age, were sitting around or playing pool. Alex led me to a booth, and this time I didn't even bother trying to adjust my skirt. Leaving me there, he went up to the front of the room to talk with the bartender, a fit looking middle-aged man, completely bald with a neatly trimmed goatee. Alex returned with two mugs of beer.

For some reason, I felt really thirsty and I chugged my beer in record time, wiping the back of my hand across my mouth. "I want to play pool," I said, surprising myself. "Those guys playing aren't very good. I'm going to hustle them."

"Have you played before?" Alex asked with a grin.

"Sure," I lied. "Anyway it doesn't look that hard."

Getting up, I minced over to the pool table. The bar had gotten completely silent. Hey, guys," I said. "How about a game?"

"Okay," one of the players, a guy named Mike, said. He obviously worked out and was showing off his physique in a tight t-shirt and jeans. He looked me up and down. "What's the bet?" he asked.

"My clothes against 50 bucks," I replied.

"You're on," Mike said with a grin. The poor fool didn't know it yet, but I was about to utterly humiliate him. And it wasn't even a good bet. There was no way my flimsy tank top and skirt could be worth that kind of money.

There was some cheering from around the bar, and everyone but the bartender and Alex moved closer. Mike broke and got lucky, sinking three balls.

This was going to be easy, I thought as I surveyed the layout and lined up my shot. I reached my left arm forward to bridge the cue. My shirt rode up, exposing my breast. As I leaned forward, my skirt followed, so there I was flashing my cunt and ass again. But so what? I had more important things to think about.

I took my shot and missed. I stood upright, and my clothes readjusted somewhat, but half of my breast was still exposed as was the bottom of my ass cheeks. The guys clapped for me, and I rewarded them by blowing kisses.

With a scowl, Mike lined up his shot and dispatched two more balls. This time when I stretched out to shoot, my shirt came all the way off my breast. Refusing to allow myself to be distracted by my dangling tits, I took my shot and sank a ball then missed the next shot. This time the shirt didn't fall back down, leaving my breasts completely exposed.

There was more clapping, and I watched in dismay as Mike ran the table, leaving just the eight ball. It was going to be a difficult shot, and I decided to distract him. Standing across from him, I placed my pool cue between my breasts and puckered my lips, blowing softly across the tip. It didn't work. He banked the cue ball, nudging the eight into the pocket.

"Okay, doll face," Mike said. "Time to pay up." He set his cue on the table.

I couldn't believe he had beaten me. Disgusted, I shucked off the tank top and flung it on the table. Then I pushed my skirt down, letting it slither to the floor and stepped out of it. There was a loud cheer as I bent from the hips to pick it up and toss it next to the tank top.

"I'm keeping the shoes," I said and started to flounce away. But then, a sudden thought occurred to me, and I turned around.

I want a rematch," I said.

"What're you going to put up this time?" Mike asked. "I don't want your shoes."

"If I win, I get my clothes back," I said. "If you win, you guys can do whatever you want with me."

"Deal," he said, quickly racking the balls.

Mike broke, this time starting the game by running three balls.

Finally, he missed. Being naked in front of all these guys was getting to me. Deliberately spreading my legs, I bent low over the table to line up my shot. My tits hung down, their hard nipples almost grazing the felt. Someone came up from behind, his groin pressing into my ass. One hand circled my waist while the other went between by thighs, homing in on my cunt. Somehow I missed the shot.

Mike pocketed two more balls. I tried my best, but by now my concentration was gone. I got one final try and was lucky to even hit the cue ball.

I had lost again.

Mike and one of the other guys promptly hoisted me onto the pool table, dumping me on my ass. I turned toward Alex, still sitting at the booth, and he lifted his mug toward me and grinned. For a moment my mind went fuzzy, and I felt a jolt of raw energy.

Rising to my knees, I cupped my breasts, holding them out to the crowd. The nipples were already hard, and I lowered my head, sucking one then the other until they glistened with saliva, just as I had practiced earlier that day in the hotel shower.

Then, getting up on my hands and knees, I wagged my ass and shook my jugs so they swayed from side to side. God, I was such a slut. Here I was with a great bunch of guys, and all I cared about was getting my holes filled.

After a moment, Mike and one of the other guys clambered up on the table, one at either end. I was pleased to see their cocks were nice and hard. Everyone but Alex and the bartender had gathered close and were cheering us on.

Hands gripped my butt. I was already wet with anticipation as Mike pressed his hard prick to my chute and slowly worked it in. Meanwhile, his buddy positioned himself by my face so his dick brushed up against my nose. Instinctively, I opened wide. It was only my second blowjob, but I've always been a fast learner. What I discovered now was that every dick tastes and feels different. And lucky me, I had a whole roomful to sample.

Mike came first, filling me with hot jism. As he pulled out, he gave my ass a friendly swat. The pain mingled with pleasure, bringing me that much closer to an orgasm. His place was quickly taken by someone else. I would have groaned with delight if my throat wasn't stuffed with cock. I could sense the guy in my mouth was getting close. At the last moment, he pulled out and blasted his load all over my face.

After a while, I was on my back with someone straddling my tits while I blew him. Another someone was holding my legs open wide as he drilled me. When the guy in my mouth came, I collected his cum in my mouth. Once he dismounted, I let it spew in bands down my chin and onto my tits. Judging from the reaction, that was a real crowd pleaser, which made me very happy.

I felt fingers playing with my asshole, and the next thing I knew there was a cock working its way up my butt while another one fucked my cunt. When another cock plunged down my throat, I started coming. The prick inside my asshole exploded first. Then the other two blasted off, one right after the other, triggering my orgasm. I came so hard I saw stars.

From that point on, all a guy had to do was wave his cock anywhere near me, and I practically came. Some of the guys did me just once. Others returned a couple times. But as each guy finished, he got dressed and left. By the end of the gangbang, I was all alone on the pool table, wearing a big grin, limbs spread wide and a puddle of spunk between my legs.

For the first time in a long while, my thoughts were clear. I knew everything that had happened to me, but I didn't care. Alex and the middleaged man who had been behind the bar were now standing alongside me. From behind, a hand reached out and stroked my hair. I looked up, my heart lurching in response. Eleanor was back.

"Well done, Pet," she murmured, leaning forward to kiss my cheek.

"Congratulations, Alex," the bartender was saying, except he seemed much too important to be a mere bartender.

"A very impressive display," he continued. "The effects you achieved were heavy without being heavy handed. You completely dominated the subject, even humiliated her, with her full cooperation."

"Thank you, professor," Alex said, trying without much success to look humble.

"Best of all," the bald man added, "you did it without causing any permanent damage. She'll remember the incident, possibly even savor it, but it's not like she's now some insatiable cum-hungry nymphomaniac with a billiard fetish."

Alex made a pleased murmuring sound, and there was a moment of silence.

"Perhaps you would be so good as to tell me what our first rule of engagement is," the man continued.

"Catch and release," Alex replied promptly. "Impose our will, have our fun then throw them back about the same as we found them."

"Just so," the man said somberly. "Thank you. You're free to go, Alex. I'll be recommending that the committee graduates you with highest honors."

Alex hesitated, as though wrestling with a decision. Finally he said, "There is one other thing, professor. The kid guarding the door – I think his name is Peter – I promised him he could ..."

"Right, right. Of course," the professor said with an indulgent smile. "It was very presumptuous of you, but under the circumstances, we can allow it."

Peter had come inside and was hanging at the back of the room, trying not to be conspicuous, listening without being too obvious about it. He beamed now.

"Ah the impetuousness of youth," the professor went on. "What we have here," he pointed in my direction, "is an exhausted, mindfucked slut. She's just taken on all his classmates; she's drenched in cum, and Peter wants a turn too. Well, why not?" The professor made a shooing motion with his hand. "Now go," he said to Alex, "and tell Peter to wait outside. He's supposed to be guarding the door. Perhaps you could remind him of his role in this little event."

Once Alex was gone, he turned his attention to Eleanor. She looked very ladylike, dressed for the occasion in a light blue sun dress.

"As for you, young lady," he began, "your behavior has been truly reprehensible. You've turned a perfectly respectable businesswoman into your lovesick lesbian sex slave. And in the process, you fucked up her mind so completely that there's no way to undo the damage." As he spoke, his eyes blazed up with anger.

Eleanor wisely refused to look at him, bowing her head and staring fixedly at the floor. I had the impression she wasn't really very sorry for what she had done, and I was proud of her.

"If your parents weren't such important and powerful people and so very generous in their support of our little institute, I would probably send them a full report," he continued. "Instead, I believe we'll give you another opportunity, and this time, you'll do it right. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly," Eleanor said. She finally looked up at him. "Thank you, professor. I appreciate it, and I promise I won't disappoint you."

"See that you don't. Now, get this unfortunate young woman out of here. Take her to Peter then get her back home. I'll expect you in my office first thing Monday morning."

"Yes, sir," Eleanor said with just a hint of relief. "You won't be sorry."

"I'm never sorry," he shot back, "and apparently neither are you. What you still need to learn is a healthy respect for authority." And with that, he turned his back on her and walked away.

Peter didn't last very long, not that I'm complaining. By this point, I was so orgasmic that there was no such thing as a bad fuck anymore. The moment he stuck it in me, I started moaning and bucking. From the way he strutted around afterwards, you could tell he was pretty pleased with himself.

Afterwards, once I was cleaned up, Eleanor and I headed back out to the street. "Okay, Pet," she said. "You heard the man. Flag us a ride home."

A heavyset guy – probably in his late twenties, wearing a knit shirt and saggy cargo pants – was coming out of the ****** store.

"Excuse me, sugar," I said, raising my hand to get his attention. My tank top promptly lifted, flashing the bottom half of my boob.

He stopped abruptly, a look of surprise on his face, most likely at seeing someone like me on a respectable city street in the middle of the afternoon.

"I have a teensy little favor to ask," I continued, mincing toward him with the biggest, sparkliest smile I could muster. "I'm kinda stuck here and I was wonderin' if you might be able to help a girl out."

I raised my hand again, this time to lightly touch his shirt. My boob peeked out again. "If you give me a ride home, I'm going to be very grateful." I didn't bother to mention that home was about 400 miles away.

"How grateful," he wanted to know, instantly suspicious.

"Sugar," I said, "I'm a really good cocksucker. At least, that's what the guys tell me, and I bet you've got a real nice dick. But neither of us is ever gonna find out if we don't stop talkin.' So what's it going to be?"

His answer was obvious. Handing his ****** store purchase to Eleanor, he took my hand and led me into a trash-strewn alley behind the building. I glanced back at Eleanor who smiled and gave me a big thumb's up.

There was a brick wall lined with garbage cans. He picked a spot between them and leaned back with his hands behind his head, content to let me do all the work.

Bending forward from the waist to avoid contact with the filthy pavement, I expertly unzipped him and fitted his cock between my lips. I was proud of my resourcefulness and dexterity. Not everyone could perform such a demanding maneuver. And we weren't really hidden from the street. Anyone who turned their head as they walked by would see my bare ass bobbing up and down while I blew him.

He took his time but rewarded me with a wad of cum, which I managed to swallow without spilling a single drop. Once he was done, he simply grunted, rezipped himself and headed up the alley, leaving me to slowly and daintily pick my way through the garbage.

"Well, that was a waste of time," I thought. But when I got back to the sidewalk, Derek, that was his name, was sitting in his SUV with the motor running, waiting for me, so I guess I had misjudged him.

Eleanor and I piled into the backseat. Once we were settled, she handed me Derek's bottle of ******, which turned out to be gin. I took a couple of swigs to wash down the residue of cum still coating my mouth. It had an oily taste and scalded my throat, making me shudder before radiating through my body and suffusing me what a wonderful sense of well being.

While Derek drove, I snuggled beside Eleanor, resting my head on her lap while she stroked my hair. After a while, I was between her thighs, licking her cunt like a big house cat nuzzling cream. Eleanor came quietly. Her hips clenched, and her hand went to the back of my head, pressing my mouth to her sex.

"Well done, Pet," she whispered in my ear. Her hand was on my haunch now, occasionally delving to my cleft to keep me simmering. "What a shame I'm going to have to throw you back."

The warmth of her body and the gin were making me drowsy. When I awoke Eleanor was driving, and I was straddling Derek's thighs. His cock was buried in my slot, and he was sucking my nipples as I pistoned myself up and down on his pole. Apparently I was such a good fuck I could even do it in my *****. Sensing he was close, I picked up the pace and was rewarded by a hot blast of cum. My grateful cunt spasmed around his cock, and I cried out in pleasure, collapsing over him.

The rest of the trip is a ******* jumble, out of focus fragments more like hallucinations than actual memories: a gas station, a highway rest stop, a staircase. The details escape me.

I woke up in my own bed with the late afternoon sun streaming through the bedroom window. My head throbbed violently, I had an upset stomach, and my entire body ached. When I sat up, I barely recognized the slutty-looking creature staring back at me from my bedroom mirror.

Somehow I managed to crawl into work on Monday. To my amazement, no one seemed to notice anything different about me.

Six months have gone by now, and mostly what I feel is an overwhelming ache left by Eleanor's absence. Sometimes when the pain gets too intense, I don my slutwear and trawl the clubs trying to find a young woman who reminds me of Eleanor. If she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend, they can both have me.

One thing alone gives me hope. A few days after I came back, I stepped out of the shower and noticed it – a bright red tattoo on my left butt cheek: the letters EP about an inch high. I don't remember getting it. But EP – that must stand for Eleanor's Pet. So it turns out she hasn't abandoned me completely.

In the morning and before I go to bed, I make a point of looking at the tattoo and letting my hand linger on it. At work, when I'm sure no one is around, I go into the bathroom, turn my back to the mirror and flip up my skirt to get a glimpse. I've stopped wearing panties to make the maneuver easier.

Eleanor, I miss you and I need you. I'm desperate. If you're reading this, please, please come back for me. Your pet is waiting ... always.

The End