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Fairmaiden Under Mind Control


Raccoon City. A large city. Crime rate was pretty high and it kept on getting lower and lower, thanks to criminals being put behind bars. The cause: Raccoon City's champion superheroine.

Fairmaiden flew above the city buildings. Thanks to her, many criminals really are behind bars, cursing the name Fairmaiden, for their ordeal in prisons, especially male criminals, who were afraid to take showers, whenever a bar of soap falls down.

Fairmaiden was a sexy superheroine. She had short Blonde hair, wears a white lycra, a pink cape, with yellow boots and gloves to go with it. She was a descendant of the Greek Goddess Athena and she made it her goal to fight evil, whenever she sees it. She had closed down many **** operations, illegal brothels, arm trades and even police corruption. She was over 6 foot, with breasts that were 40D in size and her bosom had a cut off, that met in the end.

While flying above the building, she was starting to wonder if there was still a reason for her to fight crime. As she could stare straight at the sun, the rays and brightness of the sun, had no effect on her, being of Goddess-descent.

But day time and night time were separate. When nightfall comes, she has to come out again. There was an old saying. When things are too quite, something's going on.

* * *

It was night time. The city looked so beautiful. So quite, except for the noise from the traffic jam. All of a sudden, Fairmaiden felt funny. She sensed a great power. She had never sensed a power this strong before. It meant one thing, that there must be Gods at work, Greek Gods or foreign gods.

Fairmaiden followed the aura, of where she sensed it. She flew, tracking it down with her super sense. Her trail led her to an old abandoned warehouse, not far from some docks but also far from the main part of the city. There were lights inside.

Fairmaiden broke through the closed window. She thought that she must be up against a threat. Once inside the warehouse, she could see who was behind all this. Down below her, were the local mafia, who must have gone on, into hiding.

Fairmaiden landed on the warehouse ground. "What's going on here?", demanded Fairmaiden. She could see two men, and a woman. The woman was the sister of Rupert Thorne, Amelia Thorne. She recognized them instantly. Fairmaiden noticed that she held something in her hand: an Egyptian style necklace, that was BIG and had inscriptions on it.

Fairmaiden wasn't sure if Amelia was into some criminal activities. "Well well well. If it isn't our local superheroine", chuckled Amelia. The two guys she was with, had guns. Fairmaiden had nothing to fear from bullets, since she was invincible and had super strength. Fairmaiden asked Amelia, "What is that you are holding?", asked Fairmaiden, thinking that Amelia was up to no good.

Amelia held the Egyptian amulet before Fairmaiden's eyes, saying, "Something that I purchased." Fairmaiden wanted to ask Amelia, if she was up to something but the Amulet was affecting her mind. "Stay there, Fairmaiden", suggested Amelia. Fairmaiden wanted to move and protect but her mind was in another world, a dream world. This amulet had strange powers, and even over a goddess.

While Fairmaiden was mystically paralyzed and under the power of the HOLDER OF THE AMULET, Amelia walked towards Fairmaiden, saying, "I did my homework and have connections here and there."

Amelia put the necklace around Fairmaiden's neck. Amelia smiled and her two goons chuckled. "I have you to thank, as for why I am in charge now. Too bad most of my brother's men are behind bars", said Amelia. Amelia was making the amulet hang out well around her captive's neck. "You were this city's greatest champion, Fairmaiden. But now that this amulet is around your neck, you must obey the person who places this on your neck."

While Amelia was cold and walking around her new SLAVE, her two thugs were laughing. The first thug tells the second thug, "It is so funny. She is a goddess and now is under the power of us mere mortals". The second thug replies, "How do you think them Greek Gods were defeated."

Amelia looked at her two men. She smiled. "You know what this means, boys. We can be in business. And better yet. There is no one to stand in our way". Amelia looked back at the blank faced Fairmaiden. "Not as long as we have her."

* * *

A week had passed. Criminal activities still happen in secret. Amelia managed to have more men working for her now, since the absence of Fairmaiden had made them brave enough to listen to her words.

Many women from Eastern Europe were brought over and ****** to work in brothels owned by Amelia's mafia syndicate. Even the **** and arms trade was back and was profiting Amelia a lot.

But as for Fairmaiden, what was happening to her.

Baxter Building

It was a building owned by a company, but the head of this company...was Amelia Thorne. Since it was night time, she was having dinner with many other criminal syndicate leaders.

They were all inside the dining room, with Amelia sat at the head of the table. The men whom she was having dinner with, with leaders of much smaller crime syndicates. Certain sums of their profits, went to Amelia. She was as ruthless as her brother, Rupert, but she now also had another back up and right now, they were dining on it.

Fairmaiden lied naked on the table. She was like those women who worked in Japanese sushi restaurants, the type that let men ate food off their naked bodies. Fairmaiden lied still and Amelia and the other men used chop sticks to eat sushi and sashimi off Fairmaiden's body. The only thing she had on, was the amulet around her neck. Amelia told them that she decided to put ornaments and decorations on her favourite acquired new slave.

The criminal leaders chuckled to themselves. The great and all powerful Fairmaiden, now being dined on. They have nothing to fear now. Amelia picked a sushi off the right breast of Fairmaiden. Fairmaiden just stared at the ceiling.

"So as you can see, I have tamed the mighty Fairmaiden and now, here she lies, serving my every need and does everything I tell her to", Amelia saying to the leaders, in a cold and ruthless tone. Amelia address Fairmaiden, "Isn't that right, slave". Fairmaiden answered robotically, "I am Fairmaiden, once superheroine and now personal slave to Amelia Thorne".

The leaders laughed, watching what has become of the former superheroine. They kept on taking food off her body. After the food was cleaned off her body, Fairmaiden had her new lackey leaders swear allegiance to her. In return for their loyalty, they would all get a treat.

On another side of the building, was a large room. In the middle of it, was a pole. Fairmaiden danced sexily for them and all around her, were the leaders of the other syndicates, ********, smoking and taking *****. They were enjoying their form of entertainment.

The Sicilian mafia boss said, "Look at this bitch dance for us". The Russian and Yakuza Boss were discussing, about starting a new white slave trade, and what they had in mind, defeated Russian and Japanese superheroines. The bitch heroines of Moscow and Tokyo would earn them loads of $$$$.

After Fairmaiden danced for them, she had to give each leader a blow job. She had also down a good job ******** all their criminal cum. As she have a blowjob, demeaning comments were being made and the crime boss who was getting his cock sucked, always had his hand on her short Blonde head, keeping her down and reminding her of her place.

But after the blow job, the crime syndicate leaders still wanted more. while Fairmaiden lied on the floor, her back to it, many of the leaders shamelessly started going down on her, all at once. The Yakuza boss had his head buried on her crotch. The Sicilian Mafia leader was sucking on her toe (his fetish). The Russian Mafia Boss was sucking on one nipple and the Jamaican Mafia Boss was sucking on the other nipple. They sucked hard and deep. Fairmaiden was having the sensual feeling of a mortal woman, as she had been ordered to, by Amelia Thorne, sitting in the background and smoking away.Criminal Boss Peter Lane was kissing Fairmaiden on the lips. He always wanted to.

After the men sucked, licked, kissed and fondled her sexy and sweaty body, the men got tired. Fairmaiden was exhausted and felt USED, ****** and RAPED. She wanted to cry, but that was only 10% of her mind, that was still aware of all the things her new mistress was putting her through.

The criminal syndicate leaders finally left, by twelve o' clock midnight. As for slave Fairmaiden, she was in the Jacuzzi mistress with her new mistress, Amelia. Amelia was smoking and her back rested on one end of the Jacuzzi. On the other end, was Fairmaiden. She was staring at Amelia.

"Come closer dear", ordered Amelia. Fairmaiden answered, "Yes mistress." Fairmaiden moved closer. On the side of the Jacuzzi, was a small wooden table. On it, was a bottle. Amelia looked at Fairmaiden's new necklace and then was fondling it, "That looks good on you". Fairmaiden was just staring at her zombie-like.

Amelia then grabbed the wine bottle and she then poured some over Fairmaiden's breasts. Amelia smiled at Fairmaiden and then started lapping her tongue away, on the nipples. Lesbian fun was good for Amelia. Her lips were touching the reddish liquid. It tasted good and Amelia then was licking and kissing at the wine-covered Goddess nipples.

After that, Amelia had a sense of evil feeling. Amelia could be nice and caressing one moment but in the next, her more ****** side took over. She picked up her cigarette on the wooden table and then she remembered. Fairmaiden's powers still work, but that Amelia could ask Fairmaiden to be mortal one moment and superpowerful the next.

Amelia stared at those round pink nipples. She smiled WICKEDLY. She put the burnt end of her cigarette on Fairmaiden's right breast's nipple. Amelia had one command for now, "I WANT YOU TO BE LIKE A WOMAN". Fairmaiden's powers would comply with Fairmaiden shifting herself, and under Amelia's instructions.

The moment the cigarette touched Fairmaiden's right nipple, she screamed and cried, tears flowing down.

AAHHHHHHHHHH

Amelia laughed cruelly. She laughed watching another woman get hurt. After she BLACKENED Fairmaiden's mortalized right nipple, she then did it on the left nipple.

AAAHHHHH

"Now, lie your back down on the other end", roughly ordered Amelia. Fairmaiden rested her back, against the other end of the Jacuzzi. Fairmaiden was crying and moaning in pain. She had two black nipples now. Amelia laughed. She had hurt the very superheroine, who seemed untouchable to the rest. Amelia succeeded, where all criminals had failed. She had not only enslaved Fairmaiden, but had also used her to get other criminals to come under her wing and also inflict GBH (grievous bodily harm) on Fairmaiden.

Amelia went back for the bottle and she poured some more on the BLACKENED NIPPLES. The moment the wine splashed on Fairmaiden's nipples, she screamed again.

AAHHHHHHH

After half an hour, the crying Fairmaiden just rested her back and she cried in pain. "Ok Fairmaiden, become your Goddess self again", ordered Amelia. Within a second, Fairmaiden's nipples came back to normal and her face no longer cried but was that of a zombie's.

"What fun we shall have", said Amelia, as she fondles her slaves' breasts and nipples.

THE END

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Rude Awakening

My wife had gone away for a weekend naturists convention, but I refused to ever attend them because although at 38 years old, 5'5" and 132 pounds I am not in horrible shape, I am lacking and very very self conscious in one area. Flaccid, my poor pink penis stands at only ¾ of an inch and has the circumference of a Vienna Sausage. I was constantly taunted in gym class as I was growing up, so I vowed never to be naked in public again.

Donna, my beautiful 18 year old ******** begged and pleaded for her equally gorgeous classmate Susan to ***** over, so I caved in and said yes. Eleven PM turned into midnight and the giggling and rap music blasting from her bedroom didn't allow me to *****. Finally I was able to doze off around 3:00 a.m. after inserting some plastic earplugs.

I normally don't ***** past 7:00 on weekends, but at ten o'clock I was jolted awake, and when I tried to bolt upright I found that my shoulders and arms were securely pinned to the mattress.

Sitting on top of me, dressed in her sheer blue baby doll nighie was my 5'4" 128 pound ********. She had my upper body totally immobilized as she smiled down at me and said "Time to get up Daddy. Susan and I are famished."

"Oh Honey, just go eat some cereal. Daddy's tired."

Still holding me firmly, she began to tickle my sides causing me to laugh until I nearly lost my breath. Finally she agreed to stop her attack after I told her I would get up and fix eggs and bacon.

She got a gleam in her eyes and said, "Remember when we used to wrestle, and I told you that I was going to beat you someday? I bet you can't get away from me now."

Both Donna and Susan played every sport offered by their high school and not only did they have beautiful shapely bodies, but the taut sexy "aerobicized" musculature just added their healthy girl next door good looks. As I looked at the firm shapely arms holding me down, I was beginning to doubt that I actually could escape, so I tried to play it off without trying and said, "OK, you win. Now release me so I can fix breakfast."

"Daddy, You're not trying! Now REALLY try."

As she repositioned her self and firmed up the grip on me I could see her beautiful 36C breasts sway provocatively under the transparent material. It looked like there was no way out, and I figured I could still beat her even though she was in perfect condition, because I was a male and also had an inch on her in height and outweighed her by four pounds.

I silently counted to three and was going to explode with power, throwing her off of me in a lightening move. I pushed up, throwing everything I had into it with a huge grunt, but I remained motionless below her and pinned to the bed.

"Is that it? Wow, I thought I might be able to beat you now, but I didn't think I could do it that easily."

"I just woke up Baby, and I only gave it half an effort," I lied.

"Okay Daddy, try again this time for real."

I counted to three once again, took a deep breath, and once again strained and struggled to unseat her, but came up with the same results. I was totally pinned and my little girl was under complete control.

She had a huge smile on her face and she turned her head to the opened door and yelled, "Susan, come here quick."

Before I could react, Susan came rushing in yelling, "What's wrong Donna?"

"Nothing's wrong. This is just so awesome and cool. I just proved that I am stronger than my Dad, and beat him at wrestling."

I scoffed, telling her that I could escape at any time, but she was dead set on proving to both me and to a wide-eyed Susan that she actually was physically stronger than I was.

"Watch this Suze," and my young tormenter spread my arms above my head into a "Y" and captured my legs and spread them into a painful grapevine hold. I cried out my ********** almost instantly as I thought she would tear my crotch in two.

"That is sooooo cool Donna. Can I try?"

"Sure Suze." She slowly rose to pin my shoulders under her knees once again, then as Susan reached the side of the bed, she rolled off and released me.

I thought that would be my chance to escape so I lurched up into a sitting position, but Susan was on my in a flash, my struggles short lived as I was once again under total control of this young teen. Susan even pinned me quicker than Donna because she was 5'7" and 143 pounds of feminine muscle.

Donna did a happy dance and shouted, "And the World Champions are the tag team of Dynamite Donna and Make 'Em Sore Suze."

Susan laughed and flexed her impressive biceps as she looked down at me and smiled.

"Since we both proved we could kick his butt, what do you say we have a little fun with him Donna?"

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, what if we stripped him and made him do things for us? Kinda like our own little slave."

At the thought of being naked in front of the two teens I bucked and screamed, "That's enough girls. Now lets stop this and get some breakfast."

"Stop squirming Daddy. I like Susan's idea," and she proceeded to pull the sheet off me so I lay totally pinned in just my jockey shorts. Donna kneeled on the bed and grabbed the sides of my shorts with her two hands and in one smooth motion pulled them over my thighs and calves.

"Oh my Gawd"

"What Donna? What's wrong?"

When she was finally able to stop laughing she took my member in between her two fingers and held it up straight for Susan to see and said, "This is what's wrong. It is just wrong that this should be classified as a male sex organ."

Susan gasped and said, "Wow, that IS amazing. Have you ever seen one that small before?"

"Never, and I have seen plenty at the Nudist events I go to with my Mom. It's wrinkly too. I'll bet he uses it a lot to masturbate with."

I had never in my life been more mortified as it brought back painful memories of my gym class tauntings.

"Donna Jane Summers, you and Susan release me at this instant or you will be severely punished young lady."

"Oh Daddy, don't be silly. I think both of us have clearly proven that you are no match for us physically, so things will be a little different around here from now on."

"What do you mean...different?"

"I mean you are going to allow me a lot more privileges around here, plus you will do all my wash, including my dirty panties...something I'm sure you won't mind since I saw you sniffing them in the laundry room last week. In addition to the wash, you will clean my room once a week, and also service me sexually in anyway I demand."

I screamed, "This is ludicrous! I won't do it!"

Donna grabbed my balls causing a painful jolt to course through my body.

"Pl...Please" I stammered through ragged labored breathing. "Oh my God! Arrrrgh! Please let go...I can't stand it. I'll do whatever you ask?"

"Everything....for Susan too."

"Ahhhhh...yes...everything....for Susan too."

"Great then. I will be back in a minute."

As she headed out the door, Susan stopped her by saying, "Donna..wait...wait. Would you mind if while you are gone, I gave your Dad a pre-breakfast snack?"

Donna chuckled, and said "You're such a naughty little girl. Go for it," and she proceeded out my door to the kitchen."

Susan smiled at me and reached down to the ends of her skimpy nightie and drew it up over her head revealing her massive but firm young breasts. I had seen them previously under the confines of her bathing suit, but nothing prepared me for the vision before me, and I could feel my small penis start to stir.

Still holding my shoulders captive under her knees, she reached down and squirmed from side to side to remove her panties. Slowly she reversed her position and showed me what had to be the most beautiful ass I had ever seen as it was slowly lowered to my nose and lips. Her vagina was covered in a thick mass of dark curly hair, which was quite new to me since my wife kept hers completely shaved.

Susan had not had her morning shower, so the scent of her ass and pussy was overpowering, yet intoxicating, causing my cock to stiffen further to its full 3 inches.

"Looks like you are enjoying Susan's snack Daddy. My goodness. Must be at least two and a half inches."

I thought to myself, 'Jesus Christ, couldn't she even allow me my full three inches?'

"He's slowly getting hungrier by the minute Donna. What you got there?"

"I have a pan of water, washcloth, shaving cream and razor...plus...this..."

While continue to rock on my fast enjoying my probing tongue, Susan exclaimed, "Oh my gosh. You can't be serious. Nail polish?"

I tried to scream out "No!" but my pleas were muffled by Susan's warm smooth ass and moist hairy pussy lips.

I felt Donna position herself facing my feet and grab my right ankle holding my foot stationary. Then I felt it... the small brush start with my smallest toe. Then the next, and next, until finally she reached my big toe and finished.

She sat back on my legs and said "What do you think Suze?"

'They are gorgeous. I think pink is your color Mr. Summers," and they both broke out in a fit of laughter.

She proceeded to polish the toes of my other foot as Susan continued to rock and moan as she rode my hard tongue. First she would make it slide into her tight puckered anus, then she would move back and nearly drown me with the flowing nectar of her hot pussy. She repeated this procedure so that on three occasions she had reached huge orgasm, tightening her legs against my head until I thought it would pop.

Donna rose from my legs and stood beside the bed just as Susan orgasmed for a fourth time.

"OK OK. You've had enough fun. Don't wear him out until I can test drive him. You shave his crotch, while I ride him for awhile."

"Great idea Donna. Enjoy the ride. He has a terrific tongue, even if he is a bit lacking in other areas."

Susan slowly rose and left me spent and gasping for air. I felt like my whole face and body were crushed and as I gently turned my head to the side, I could see my lovely ******** slipping out of her nightie and panties. She was the equal of Susan in beauty though not quite as muscular.

The thought of having sex with my ******** was immoral and I pleaded with her, telling her how wrong it was.

"Daddy, this is the 21st Century. It's done in families all the time," and she proceeded to mount me in the same manner as Susan had. Her scents were just as exotic and intoxicating, though her vagina had a hint more of a salty taste, indicating that she had possibly just urinated. The taste of her bare nether lips was different, though not unpleasant in the least.

Susan placed the pan full of water on the bed and I heard her release the shaving cream from the can and slowly lather up the entire area of my crotch including my small ball sac.

As my ******** rocked back and forth over my aching sore face, I could feel the razor gliding over my sensitive skin. Susan moved my cock and balls from side to side and up and down, creating combination of pleasure mixed with pain, and I remained hard until she completed her task.

"What do you think Donna?"

Donna chuckled at my bald crotch and small cock standing at attention and said "I think he looks like an adorable little boy."

"You're right it is cute. Here, let me try something," and she reached a finger underneath my buttocks, separated my cheeks and quickly inserted her index finger, shocking me and causing my cock to bounce up and down.

This brought more giggling from the young demons, so Susan continued her in and out motion, causing me jerk about twenty more times. I was so happy when she grew tired of her new form of ******* and removed her finger.

"Mind if I suck him off Donna? Steve and I have been dating and having sex for over two years, but I've never been able to deep throat him since he is a huge nine inches. I'd love to take a cock completely in my mouth and throat, and your Dad's is the perfect size."

Donna had already reached two orgasms and continued to rock as I felt Susan's warm wet lips wrap around my small member. It felt incredible and only made me lick Donna's pussy and asshole deeper and faster.

Susan held my balls tightly, squeezing them firmly about every five seconds as she sucked hungrily up and down my small pink shaft. The feeling was incredible and the pain in my balls turned to pleasure as she sucked and then produced a steady pressure on my balls. Once again I felt her finger under my buttocks, but this time it was drawing slow sensual circles around my puckered open, driving me crazy. Every muscle in my body was tightening as I grabbed hold of Donna's ass and drew her more firmly onto my face, now coated in her delicious juices.

Susan could sense that I was nearing my peak and continued to circle the rim of my anus as she sucked and sucked and nearly crushed my tiny balls in her hand. I was delirious with sensations I had never experienced in my life, yet was totally helpless and at the mercy of the two strong teens.

I began to moan uncontrollably and that was the signal Susan needed to gently insert two fingers into my anus. On the third thrust of her fingers my hips bucked and jerked and I shot a huge load of cum into Susan's hot hungry mouth. She proceeded to ***** every drop as I once again drove my tongue deeply into Donna's pussy and brought her to another orgasm.

Both beautiful young women moved off me to the side of the bed and Donna said, "That was very good Daddy. Before the weekend is over, I want to try your teenie-weenie in my pussy. When Mom comes home, I want you to explain our new living arrangement. I'm sure she will understand and be all for it. Right now though, you have some wash to do, and some breakfast to fix. Up and at em."

Slowly I moved to a sitting position and viewed my naked little boy cock for the first time, and my pink toenails. As I headed naked toward the kitchen, I knew that my only hope and salvation would be my wife putting an end to it. My wife unfortunately had a slightly kinky side, so something told me that she would either join in the "fun" or let the teen vixens have free reign of me. I shook my head dejectedly knowing that my freedom to choose my course in my life was now a thing of the past.

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Laura Pays for my Silence

My name is Ryan and I want to tell you about all the fun time i've spent with Laura. I'm a 35 year old guy with a boring job, two kids and a wife that is still hot in a MILF kind of way but that doesn't really make an effort anymore when it comes to sex. We've grown way too comfortable and too used to a routine and I needed something extra in my life. Now let me tell you about Laura. Laura is our next door neighbor, with her perfect husband and perfect kids and perfect life. She is a hot MILF and she's always looking her best with tight skirts, nice cleavage, you know, the type that says: i'm hot and you want to fuck me but I don't give a **** about you. She has short blond hair, she's thin, with small round breasts and an amazing ass. Her eyes are big and blue and her mouth has full, red lips. She seems a bit shy and prude but you can see she's a slut waiting to come out. And luckily I found the perfect opportunity to prove it. My wife threw a party for my birthday and Laura and her hubby were invited along with a few of my friends and people from work. Now we all have that single friend who refuses to marry and fucks everything that moves. Mine was name Jarred and this guy has a wealth of experience when it comes to whores. He's been around, trust me. I saw him looking straight at Laura all night long and the next day at work I asked him about it.

I couldn't believe the answer.

"Man I could have sworn she was a stripper who was a big start at a titty bar I used to go years ago. So I went home, looked around and found it."

He smiled and gave me a picture. It was Jarred and two other guys, obviously ***** and there were two strippers on their lap. One of them was obviously Laura. No doubt about it. A younger, very dirty Laura.

"This was at a bachelor's party I went to. Now tell me it isn't her?"

I couldn't.

"Can I borrow this?" I asked.

"Yeah sure." Jarred answered with a naughty smile.

Next day I went over to Laura's house. Her husband was at work and my wife was out shopping as always so I knew I was safe. She let me in, surprised and I didn't waste any time.

"I know what you used to do before you married John. Does he?

She looked at me, with a surprised and scared look on her face. She was wearing a black dress and my cock was already hard at the thought of making her undress right in front of me.

"Ryan I..."

I showed her the picture and that sealed the deal.

"Don't tell John. I have kids, please, don't tell anyone."

"Well that depends on you."

I sat in the couch.

She knew what I meant.

"Ryan we've known each other for years. I'm best friends with your wife. Please."

"Lift up your dress. Hold it up and let me see what you're wearing under it."

She struggled for a few seconds, thinking and finally she obeyed. She had black lingerie on. I could see she had a shaved pussy.

"Turn around."

I took a long hard look at her ass. My God, it was glorious.

"Bend down."

She did, her ass up in the air.

"Now take off your panties, still bending down."

Again she obeyed and I watched her pretty little asshole and pussy being uncovered and her panties sliding down her legs. I pulled her over to me and shoved my face deep into her ass. She was still holding the skirt of the dress up for me. My tongue went to work in both her holes. She was resisting the pleasure but I knew she had to give in. I slid a hand between her legs and started rubbing her clit, while licking her asshole. Finally I turned her around and looked right in her face. She was red, ashamed and I loved it.

"Get naked, now."

She took off the dress, then the black bra and stood there in front of me. I sat back on the couch, smiling.

"Give me a lap dance."

"The music..."

"Fuck the music. Just do it."

She walked over to me and sat on my lap, then started moving up and down, massaging my hard cock with her ass.

"You're a filthy little girl aren't you?" I whispered on her ear.

I ordered her to turn around and ride me. She put her legs around my waist and started dry humping me some more, her tits bouncing with the rhythm, right in front of my face.

"You better do everything I say or the whole neighborhood will know that you were a dirty little whore."

"Yes, i'll do it." She whispered.

"Get on your knees."

She did.

"Now suck my cock."

She opened my zipper, took out my hard cock and put it in her mouth. I owned her now. She sucked as hard as she could. Her lips were wrapped firmly around my cock and she had one hand on my balls and the other jerking me off. I put my right hand on her head and started controlling the rhythm, pushing her face up and down, fucking her mouth. I closed my eyes and focused on the sound she was making sucking my cock. I pushed her face down, her lips going all the way down my cock, deep throating me. When she started to gag I let her up.

I ordered her to go the her room. The bed where John slept with her. Perfect.

"Get on all fours in the bed."

I took off the rest of my clothes, got into bed and pulled her to me. I grabbed her hips and then smacked her ass hard. I couldn't take it any more. I grabbed my cock and slid it into her pussy, all the way to the balls. She moaned, loud. I started riding her from behind, grabbing her ass, her tits bouncing as I fucked her harder and harder. She had the tightest pussy i'd ever fucked. I grabbed her hair with one hand and her tits with the other, pulling her towards my cock, fucking her without mercy. I was almost ready to cum. I turned her around, made her lay on the bed and went to work on her tits, trying not to cum already. I grabbed them gently and licked her nipples, first one, then the other, then sucked on them, pushing her tits into my mouth. She had hard, pink nipples, big, perfect for sucking. She was moaning loud now. She couldn't help but enjoy it. I got in between her legs and slid my cock inside her, still playing with her tits. I started riding her pussy harder and harder, holding her tits in my hands. I pushed my cock in right to the balls, I was completely inside her. I couldn't take it. I took out my cock just as I cummed. I grabbed my cock and cummed all over her stomach and tits.

"So you wont tell anyone?" she asked on the bed, cum all over her, her lipstick all smeared, her hair a mess. I finished getting dressed.

"No, I'll never tell."

"Thank you, Ryan."

"Just as long as you keep being a good girl."

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What's That Smell?



Danny had just started substitute teaching at Exeter Academy, a boys' prep school, and couldn't have been happier. His friends from the master's program were struggling to scrape by, and Danny had come into the favor of the headmaster at the prestigious school. Substituting first, he said, but as soon as a full-time position opened up, it was as good as Danny's.

That knowledge made it a bit easier to bear the unpleasant life of a substitute. The kids were unruly and tested Danny every time he taught, poking and pushing to see how far they could go, how soft he was, and they found all his buttons and pushed them. It was worse than a ******* chamber, these boys, but Danny just kept closing his eyes and chanting in his head, "Just a few more months, just a few more months."

Davis, the headmaster, called Danny into his office one day to talk.

"Look, Danny, I know you're a substitute, but I hear the boys have been giving you an especially hard time."

"Yeah," Danny shrugged, not looking Davis straight in the eye, "It's a little rough sometimes, I'm not so good with discipline."

"Well, it takes time, but once they respect you, it'll be a lot easier. I'd start by showing you mean business. Announce you'll be holding detention for anyone caught misbehaving in any way, and then stick to your guns. You'll see, they'll whine and moan but they'll come around."

"Thanks, Sir," Danny added, smiling a bit and looking up to meet the man's gaze. They shook hands and Danny walked back to class, his posture a little more upright, a little more spring in his step.

"Alright, listen, guys," Danny announced, in a louder, commanding voice, as he strode back into his classroom. The boys all took notice, a bit surprised by the new air of authority Danny brought with him. "You guys have been getting away with ****** in here, but it's time for it to end," Danny continued, "So anyone who breaks any rule at all today, expect to stay here after classes end and write a 500-word essay explaining what you did wrong."

The room erupted in a chorus of groans and complaints. "Teacher, it's not fair!" they whined. Danny paid them no heed and continued conducting class.

Just as the headmaster had predicted, the boys soon realized Danny wasn't playing around and were better-behaved than ever before. So well-behaved they were that Danny excitedly realized as the 5-minute bell sounded that he wouldn't even have to stick around for the detention after all. Even the thread had done the job.

That is, until he turned around to face the class, a minute before class ended, and from the front row, Curtis, a freshman boy, crumpled up a piece of paper and, unmistakably, in plain sight, threw the balled-up paper directly at Danny. It hit him square in the forehead. Curtis smirked.

"Testing, eh?" Danny asked, a bit flustered and getting angrier as he spoke, "Well, I wasn't joking. You're going to be here writing that essay while your classmates are off enjoying their afternoon outside on this beautiful day. I hope you're happy!"

Curtis just sat with that smirk painted right on his face.

After classes ended Danny sat at his desk, sighed loudly, awaiting Curtis's appearance for detention. Why couldn't he have left well enough alone? Now Danny had to cancel his own afternoon plans biking with his girlfriend so he could babysit this snot-nosed little punk. The doorknob rattled, and Danny looked up as Curtis walked into the room, still wearing a faint smirk.

"Curtis, come on, man, why did you have to do that? Did you really think I wouldn't follow through on detention?"

"No, I knew you would," Curtis said confidently, to Danny's surprise.

"Well, then, I don't understand. Don't you want to play outside?"

"Nobody else misbehaved so I knew I'd be the only one here," Curtis said.

"I still don't really understand. Is there something you want to talk about?"

"No, not yet," Curtis said, and sat down at the same desk he took during class, front and center.

"Well, get started so you can get out of here. 500 words on why you shouldn't throw trash at your teacher in class."

Curtis obediently pulled out paper and pencil and sat concentrating. Danny just sat reading a novel, the room silent except for the ticking of the standard prep school wall clock and the scribbling noise of graphite on paper.

"I think I'm done," Curtis finally spoke up, "But I need you to check something for me. Can you come read this paragraph?"

Danny stood up from his chair and walked over, impressed that Curtis would ask for help, and happy to be making a connection finally with one of the students. He sat down at the desk right next to Curtis and leaned over to read the paragraph in question. But as he glanced at the page he saw that most of it was just unintelligible scribbling. Where Curtis was pointing he'd written, in large block letters, "WHAT'S THAT SMELL?"

Danny reacted with a start, ready to yell at the boy for his insubordination. "What is this?" he began.

But as he opened his mouth to utter those words with an angry sneer, Curtis quickly stood and turned to face away from him, so the seat of his pants was right in Danny's face. And then he farted.

It was one of the loudest, longest farts Danny had ever heard, worse than any faked hand-in-armpit or mouthed fart noise, Curtis's uniformed ass let loose with a wet, gassy explosion. Danny barely had time to process what had just happened when it hit him.

The smell was mind-blowingly intense. Danny's nostrils filled up with the stench of the raunchiest fart he'd ever smelled in his life. He couldn't imagine what Curtis had eaten earlier for his farts to smell like this. Danny went to pinch his nose shut but it was too late. He'd already breathed in deeply and then, gagging from the odor, gulped a mouthful of the putrid air down through his mouth. He was coughing too hard to even bother trying to hold his nose.

Curtis turned around with that characteristic smirk on his face.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Teacher, I sure didn't mean to do that."

Danny recovered his breath and sat wheezing for a moment, trying to decide what he was going to do to discipline this disgusting and disobedient young delinquent, until Curtis asked, "How'd it smell, teacher? Did you like that smell?"

Danny started to look up at Curtis in disgust for what could only have been an incredibly smug question from a kid who already knew he was in deep trouble. But before his mouth could form any words, a peculiar thought entered Danny's mind, and before he even realized what he was doing, Danny opened his mouth and said, "I loved the smell."

Curtis's smirk grew wider. "Of course you did. Why don't you get a bit closer this time? I think you need some more."

Curtis turned back around and squatted just a bit, sticking his butt back towards Danny's face. Danny's head was spinning at what was going on. He remembered being horrified, but that horror was fading and in its place was a real desire to keep sniffing Curtis's farts. Eagerly, he thrust his face forward against the fabric of Curtis's pants.

Curtis let loose with another fart, this one maybe even louder, a blast of wet, moist gas spraying right against Danny's eager, waiting face. As soon as he heard the wet farting noises start, Danny started inhaling deeply through his nose and didn't stop until Curtis was done letting loose.

Danny couldn't believe how hot it was, smelling the freshman boy's fart. It stank disgustingly, but he could feel the stench dripping down his nostrils and at the base of his tongue and throat where he inhaled it and he wanted more. It just smelled so dirty, and made Danny feel so good. What was happening to him?

Curtis craned his neck to look behind him. "Still want more, don't you?"

Danny nodded, "Yes, yes, I do."

"Why don't you tell me what you want?"

"I want to sniff your farts, I want to smell your dirty butt."

Curtis smiled approvingly. "I know you do, teacher. I knew the moment I saw you that you were just another disgusting dirty piggy, and I'm right, aren't I? Tell me what you are."

"Yes," Danny blurted out, his cock hardening in his teaching uniform briefs, "I'm a disgusting dirty piggy. Can I please smell your butt now?"

Danny heard the clinking of the boy's belt buckle and then Curtis's pants dropped to the floor. The freshman was wearing only his pair of standard-issue white boy briefs, but up the crack was a wide streak of dark brown. Danny's eyes went wide as he found himself getting even harder.

"Take them off, piggy," Curtis ordered. Danny's hands reached out and grabbed the sides of the briefs and tugged them down to the floor. Looking back up he saw the boy's bare ass looming directly above and in front of him, smooth and full, inviting him to explore the dark crack between the two cheeks. Danny could barely contain himself. He'd never done anything like this, but after breathing in those two farts it was like something broke loose inside his head, and now he couldn't help himself.

"I've got another for you," Curtis said, interrupting his dreamlike stare, "But you've gotta get that nose all the way up in my hole if you want it. I want to get enough farts in you to keep you brainwashed for at least a few days."

Danny barely even listened to the boy's words, he was too eager to smell more of the young student's stinky fart gas. He thrust his face forward into the boy's ass. In the boy's ample crack, his two cheeks were warm and wet and stank even worse than the farts. Danny wedged his face in between the two slimy, sticky cheeks and finally managed to tilt his head back and press his nostrils directly against Curtis's puckered asshole.

When Curtis felt his teacher's nose at his asshole he smirked again and scrunched his face up with concentration, summoning as much intestinal gas as he could to pump straight into his now-enthralled substitute teacher's brain. And when he let loose it was with a slow, steady pressure. Danny felt the hole open just a bit against his nostrils and started inhaling, sucking in foul air directly from his young student's asshole. Curtis kept steadily squeezing out the fart until Danny stopped inhaling, and then let his teacher exhale, and continued.

By the time he finished, a few minutes later, he stood up and looked down at Danny, sitting dumbly on the floor, face beet red and mouth twisted into a huge, stupid grin. Picture perfect. Curtis pulled out his camera from his backpack and snapped a few good shots of his brown-nosing new toy.

"I think I'm done with my essay, teacher," Curtis said aloud, laughing a bit, "Let's go back to your place now. Take me to where you live."

Danny stood up, a bit floaty, and Curtis yanked his stained, dirty briefs and pants back up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and followed his teacher out of the classroom. On the way out the headmaster spotted the two of them, and smiled.

"Told you it'd help," he said to Danny, who groggily nodded. David seemed not to notice. Then to Curtis he said, "See, young man, now you've learned your lesson, haven't you?"

"Oh, yes, headmaster," Curtis sweetly replied, "I won't do it again."

The headmaster smiled, pleased, and walked off as Curtis escorted the dazed substitute teacher turned fart-sniffing boy-butt-lover back to his car.

Curtis ordered Danny to stop at a ********* on the way back to his apartment. They walked around the store, Curtis throwing random items in the shopping cart, until he escorted Danny to the cashier where Danny bought them all. The cashier looked at them strangely, but Danny was in no condition to notice. Curtis just smiled, and on the way out the door he grunted a little bit and let rip with a nice, big fart. A little something for the cashier to remember him by.

By the time they'd gotten home, Danny had recovered enough to be able to speak and walk in a straight line, but was very much still under the influence of Curtis's enslaving, stinky farts.

"First things first," Curtis began, "Take off all my clothes."

"Can I smell another one of your farts?" Danny asked, excited.

"You fucking sick pig, you'll smell my farts when I tell you to."

Danny bowed his head in shame and began stripping the boy's clothes off. When he finished, Curtis grabbed the old briefs, stained brown up the crack and various shades of yellow all across the front pouch, and jammed them into Danny's mouth. Danny was only too happy to open his mouth and let the filthy underwear in. Curtis pulled a roll of duct tape out of their bag of purchases, tore off a strip, and taped Danny's mouth shut completely over the briefs.

Next, Curtis stripped off Danny's clothes and made the teacher lie down on his back on the carpet. Danny's cock was bright red and stiffly erect as he laid there under the orders of his freshman student, with the boy's filthy underwear jammed and taped shut in his mouth, his saliva soaking it slowly and then seeping onto his tongue and down his throat. He was in heaven. Every time he thought about what was going on, he was shocked, couldn't really believe what was happening, but the naughtiness of it all, the absolute depravity of what he was being made to do got him even harder. Danny wondered if he could cum just lying there, thinking about it.

But before he could really concentrate on it, Curtis wandered back over with a big sack of fluffy diapers they'd picked up at the ********* earlier. "Let's get you started now," he said, unfolding one of them and sliding it under Danny's bare butt on the ground.

"But where's the fun in starting with a nice clean diaper? Let's get you started right," he said.

Curtis straddled Danny's hips and slowly squatted down over the mind-fucked teacher's red-hard cock. As he lowered his asshole onto the stiff fuck-pole, Danny almost instantly came, filling his student's ass with a huge load of cum that promptly leaked out and down his pole. But his cock didn't soften and Curtis didn't make any move to get up. Instead he kept sinking down the pole with his ass, smirking and staring Danny right in the eyes as he did. He sunk all the way down so his stinky cheeks were resting down on Danny's pelvis, and then began to lift himself off slowly.

Danny couldn't sit up enough to see his cock, but the sounds and smells hit him almost immediately. Far stronger than anything he'd yet smelled today, the odor assaulted his nostrils and made him even harder, poking further up the boy's ass. And the sounds! As Curtis slid his ass up, his hole stretching out over Danny's cock shaft, he let loose a chorus of wet, loud, abrupt farting noises.

Danny felt warmth on his groin and finally thrashed around enough to lean his torso up so he could see what was going on.

His hard cock was coated with brown **** from the boy's ass, like his cock had just gotten an inch bigger and thicker all around, a huge fudge-covered fuck-pole, and it stank like, well, ****. Some of it had run off over his balls and groin. Curtis felt Danny's cock get impossibly harder just as he had pulled out to the tip, and he grinned again and dropped his body, fast, down on the ****-coated fuck-pole. The thick coating of **** slid off and onto Danny's legs below, but as Curtis lifted off the coating was replaced again, with more. Danny stared, wide-eyed, at this insane scene unfolding before him, but the stench was permeating his brain even more and he shot another load into the filthy young boy's ass.

Curtis milked Danny's cock with his asshole for the next hour, slowly sliding up and down, leaving a wet pile of **** larger and larger in the open diaper every time he slid back down. For his part, Danny was near conniptions, spasming and cumming in the boy's ass every few minutes. Even with the powerful stench of the boy's **** destroying his mind, eventually Danny couldn't help but notice how much his orgasms were starting to hurt, how his balls were tight and empty, and through his gag of dirty boy's underwear and duct tape he started to whimper and scream for Curtis to stop.

After pulling a few more dry orgasms out of the now-howling Danny, Curtis stood up, looked at his handiwork, and then grunted a bit as he voided the rest of his inexplicably-still-full bowels onto Danny's prone form. Most of the massive dump landed where the diaper would cover it over, but some of it splashed up on Danny's torso and further down his legs. Curtis shrugged and hefted the front of the extremely full diaper up and over, dropping it wetly onto Danny's crotch, and pinning it shut, sealing the unbelievable quantity of **** in against Danny's crotch.

"Bye-bye, baby," Curtis cooed at his mind-fucked teacher lying on the floor. He reached down and ripped off the tape and pulled out the underwear, now sopping wet, the stains all running together. "Does baby want a kiss?"

"Yes, please," Danny said.

Curtis moved towards his mouth with his lips, but then pulled back with a grin and a wag of his finger. "No, no, baby doesn't kiss me on the mouth." He stood over Danny's face and squatted down over his lips. Danny watched the ****-smeared asshole descend towards his face and in his diaper he got hard again despite himself.

"Kiss it nice and good, clean it up for me, baby," Curtis ordered.

The boy stopped squatting when his filthy ripe ass was just an inch or two above Danny's mouth. He relaxed his asshole and Danny saw it gape open and his own residual cum mixed with the rest of the boy's **** dripped wetly out of his wide-open hole into Danny's mouth.

"I know you like this, you disgusting fucking baby," Curtis said, "Now eat it up!"

Danny got even harder hearing the insults and the degradation and craned his neck up so his tongue would reach. Greedily he licked down the **** off the boy's ass and when he'd finished licking his ass and sucking and probing his hole with his tongue and mouth, he licked his lips.

"That's a good baby," Curtis said, squeezing the full diaper where Danny's cock was straining against the fabric.

"Tomorrow you'll put on whatever clothes will fit over this diaper, but you are not to change it or take it off, even if you **** in it more, even if it starts leaking, do you hear me?"

"At school? I don't think - I mean, I can't..."

"Yes you can, dirty baby," Curtis hushed him, "You know what that smell did to you? Anyone close enough to you to guess you're wearing a diaper won't be able to do anything about it. Their brain will turn to mush just like yours."

"And besides," the boy continued, massaging his teacher's cock through the diaper, "We'll get to have naughty, dirty fun with the other students and teachers. Isn't that exciting?"

Danny screamed aloud in pain as he had his tenth wracking, dry orgasm of the night.

Curtis slid the saliva-soaked dirty briefs back on and then his uniform, and walked out the door with a wave.

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Alls Fair

Brock rolled over silently as he sneaked out of the strange bed. The girl lay there ******** quietly as he held his head in his hands and smiled. "Another successful night," he thought to himself as he silently left the apartment. "She has no idea how to find me and I sure don't want to be found. She was a good lay, but like they say, 'Alls fair in love and..." He hailed a taxi and climbed in.

He arrived home and slid into his spandex shorts getting ready for his morning ride. He loved how muscular his hairy legs looked in the shorts and what miles of bike riding had done for his ass. Women loved his ass as it stood out, firm and muscular, instead of flat and pudgy like it had been just a year ago. It was his finest asset now and his slim body sat on top of it perfectly.

As he wheeled his bike down the hall, he felt a little grumpy from the last of a late night and hangover that nagged at him. He was surprised to see the door next to his open and boxes sitting in the foyer. He slowed and turned as he ran into a large man wearing only a leather vest, matching pants, and heavy leather boots. Brock barely stopped as he fell into him and the man chuckled.

"Excuse me. I didn't see you there," Brock said as the man helped him regain his balance. "I'm Brock. So you bought the Patterson's old place. I always wondered what would become of it after they divorced."

The man smiled, "I am John and yes it was quite a steal. Mr. Patterson and I go way back and he was more than happy to sell it to me at a great price. Come by after your ride. I always like getting to know my neighbors."

Brock shrugged trying to think of an excuse not to stop by, but he actually had an open day as he was off work. "Sure, good to meet you," was all he said as he headed to the elevator. He looked back and could have sworn he caught the man staring at his ass. "Freak," Brock said, a little too loudly as the doors closed.

John looked away as he saw Brock turn. He could not help admiring the tone bubble butt his neighbor was showing off in his tight shorts and he shook his head as he heard Brock mumble that last word. He would have to explain to Brock what his lifestyle was all about and he unpacked quickly to prepare for his visit.

It was mid morning when the knock came and Brock was invited in. "Wow. you work fast. I have never seen anyone unpack so quickly." He tried not to stare at the leather that seemed everywhere in the apartment. "Takes all kinds I guess," he thought as John offered him a *****. They made small talk about the building and Brock began to feel himself relax as he sipped the *****. He still wore his riding outfit, his thick head of hair a mess, and was hoping it would make John want to cut their visit short, but he soon found himself wanting to stay as he sat heavily on the couch.

"So what shdo you shdo?" Brock asked, a slight slur to his words.

John smiled as he topped Brock's glass. "I'm glad you asked. To put it simply, I make slaves." He saw Brock's eyes widen in confusion. "Men, women, whatever catches my fancy. After a time, I sell them to friends in the lifestyle and move to the next. Many of the women I turn into bimbo's or just slut slaves. A few become mistress's if I deem them worthy. The men are more fun as all I pick are straight to begin with. Some I turn into sissy sluts, you know big tits and more feminine than most women. Most though I make into slave boys and basically cum dumps, you know, cocksuckers and so forth, for one of my biggest buyers. Many of those stay with me a bit longer because I enjoy their company and the transformation much more."

Brock's head was spinning as he listened. "Your crashy. Theresh no way any man would allow you to make him into shomething like that. Women...." Brock suddenly felt his tongue relax and found he could not move.

"Brock Brock Brock. I have a secret weapon that makes it so much easier. Especially when I combine it with my special cocktail. Yes the one you have been enjoying since you arrived. See I use this."

He pulled out an amulet and it swung in front of Brock's glazing eyes. "Fall into the shiny stone."

Brock's eyes widened and his mouth opened as he fought to stop looking. He let out a small squeak as his will power slipped into the shiny amulet, his relaxed mind unable to stop it.

John pulled Brock up and dragged him into the bathroom, sitting him in a chair and opening a box on the counter. He pulled out clippers, a box of razors and shaving cream. "We will start at your feet and take care of your legs, then move to your head and chest before working on the best parts." The buzz of the clippers began and Brock's leg hair fell in clumps on the floor. Soon John was wiping them down with a towel, applying lotion so that the smooth skin shone in the bathroom lights and regrowth would never be a problem.

He stood and smiled as he began laying buzzed strips through Brock's thick locks and soon had him sitting with a nice buzz cut and shaving cream piled on his head. It took time to work down, taking the brows and chest hair that was still matted with sweat from the bike ride earlier, but John enjoyed his work and soon had a shiny hairless slave sitting in front of him. He smiled as Brock's identity lay on the floor in clumps as he sat with the same shocked expression frozen on his face, unaware of the changes as his unseeing eyes floated in the shiny amulet that had burned into his opened mind.

"Stand." Brock did as he was told, happy to hear the voice echoing in his head. The spandex was pulled down over the smooth legs and John stood back as he grabbed the clippers. "Well boy, that has to be the hottest ass I have come across in my many conquests. I bet you were popular in college. Hehe. Anyway, I need you hard so we can make sure and get it all. Only a man gets to have hair." He watched as Brock's cock began to swell and he grinned as it soon stood at full attention. "Very nice. I bet the women loved you. What is that? Seven inches? Nice and thick too. Well it won't be much of a factor in your new life."

The clippers began again and John had to hold himself back as he rubbed the lotion over the fantastic mounds and cock. "I have the perfect thing to complete you." He went into a closet and returned with some garments and a small piercing gun. "Only these and a shower are left boy."

Later, John walked into the bedroom, his eight inch cock, hard, as it had been all morning, and looking lustfully at the form on the bed. He ran a hand up the heels of the boots he had laced onto Brock's feet and smiled as he felt the calf muscles as they strained against the tight leather that held them on. He continued up the hairless muscular leg as it it lay stretched, spread from the other matching the perfectly proportioned from he had discovered. He sighed loudly as he came to his favorite part.

The boy shorts, the ones he normally used on his female slaves, hugged the bulbous cheeks, the smooth globes hanging out the bottom enticingly as the rest stretched across the middle of the well toned cheeks. He gave them a light slap and his cock twitched as he saw the bulge resting between the spread legs pulse slightly. He shook his head and hurried to take his seat in front of Brock.

Brock still wore the expression, his eyes wide and mouth opened in surprise as he had last all free will. His head was held in a posture collar so that it was raised and his hands were stretched and tied apart matching his legs. John sat on front of him and admired the view of the arched back above the world's perfect ass and he grinned.

"Now, we can begin your training. I know that pierced tongue is still a little tender so we will start slow." He slid his cock between the open lips. "Now move your tongue slowly, loving the bottom of my cock. Make sure your slips are tight as soon we don't want you t spill."

He sat back as his cock was held between the virgin lips and soon found himself about to cum as the hard nub he had introduced to Brock's tongue did it's magic. "Now when I say,'prepare yourself" you will be allowed to cum. It is all your cock is good for now as it acts as the supplier for the lube that will allow me to enjoy the hard work you put into your body. Prepare yourself."

He watched as the bulge of Brock's tucked cock began to swell in the tight shorts until the outline of the head could be seen snuggly sliding between his hairless cheeks. It pulsed slowly as Brock was allowed to cum for the first time since the night before during his sexual conquest. John felt Brock's throat vibrate as he helplessly moaned, both, John was sure, from the uncomfortable position of his cock combined with the orgasm he would long for as he lived his life with no worries or cares.

The combination of it all soon had John unloading his massive load and Brock swallowed quickly trying not to "spill' as he had been instructed. John soon slid from the lips of his new cocksucker and took seconds regaining his erection as he moved behind Brock. A zipper was pulled down and the smell of Brock's cum filled the air as it filled his spread hole. John felt himself flush with excitement as he saw the cock head shrinking back into the shorts and he lined himself up.

Soon the steady slurping of a former virgin ass, heavily lubed and beginning to accept the invader with ease, filled the room as John neared another orgasm. "Damn you are tight. I will definitely have to give you time to keep riding. Now we will share this moment and I want you to prepare yourself."

He felt the cock head as it swelled and pressed against his moving shaft, finally coating it with the warm lube Brock offered. Seconds later, John stopped as Brock's ass pulsed in time with his cock, milking John as he entered his new life for good.

Days passed and Brock still had his morning bike ride, though now a buzzing plug bulged through his spandex and added to the enjoyment of his ride. He could not wait until it was replaced with his Master's cock once again after he got to hear those magic words. He was lost in enjoyment as he thought of getting to clean his Master's new apartment once the wall was knocked out and how hard he made him when he watched him walk around the apartment int those heels that made his ass and legs stand out for his Master's pleasure. He did not see the girl having coffee as he zipped passed as she talked to her friend. "Yes I heard the asshole mumble as he left, 'alls fair in love and......'" He didn't hear her or the response, but he new first hand it was true........

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Je suis quelqu'un d'assez timide. Je suis attiré depuis longtemps par les relations gays sans jamais avoir osé passer à l'acte. Les jeux SM font aussi partie de mes fantasmes. Je ne suis attiré que par le corps de mecs, autant j'ai envie d'essayer de sucer un mec autant je n'envisage pas de les embrasser.
Je vais assez souvent sur des sites regroupant ces deux caractéristiques ou sur des chats dans des salons à connotations gays / SM. Mais je ne suis jamais allé plus loin. Lors de mes chats, j'ai vécu des scénarios SM mais je manquais de matériel. Un soir, prenant mon courage à deux mains, je décidais de me rendre dans un sex-shop. Rien que d'y penser, j'avais le cœur qui battait la chamade et une boule au creux du ventre. Je prévoyais d'acheter un plug et peut être un gode.
Arrivé devant le magasin, j'avais les jambes molles. Il était 22h, environ. D'une main moite, je pressais le bouton d'ouverture de la porte, elle s'ouvrit.
Je rentrais. Le comptoir était occupé par un mec d'une trentaine d'année. Il me salua avec un grand sourire et je lui répondis de même. Je me baladais dans le magasin, m'attardant dans le rayon des vidéos gay/sm ou devant les vitrines de gadgets phalliques. Une bosse déformait mon jean, je me sentais à l'étroit dedans. Nous étions seuls dans le magasin. Au bout d'un moment, il s'approcha de moi, me demandant s'il pouvait m'aider. Je bafouillais un « oui, peut être, je cherche un plug »
- « venez, suivez-moi, je vais vous montrer ce que l'on a »
Je le suivis, gêné de ce que je lui avais dit et surtout de ce que j'allais lui dire, me doutant de ses prochaines questions. Arrivé devant la vitrine, il me demanda
- « Quelle taille cherchez-vous ? »
- « euuhhhhh, un petit, je pense » en rougissant
- « C'est pour vous ? »
- « Oui.... » murmurais-je
- « Vous avez déjà essaye ce genre de jeux ? » .
J'avais l'impression qu'il jouait avec moi, qu'il remuait le couteau dans la plaie de ma gêne.
- « Non, jamais, mais je ..... », Je n'arrivais pas à aller plus loin..
- « C'est la première fois ? »
- « Oui.... ». Sa main se posa sur mes fesses et commença à me caresser. Mes jambes flageolaient.
· « Ne t'inquiète pas, je vais te montrer comment il faut faire et quelle taille choisir ». . Je restais face à la glace, n'osant bouger, le laissant faire. Il ouvrit la vitrine et prit plusieurs plugs de tailles différentes et progressives ainsi qu'un tube de lubrifiant.
Tout en continuant de me caresser les fesses, il se remit derrière moi, posa les plugs sur un bac. *** autre main passa sur le devant de mon jean et commença à me masser le sexe, le faisant encore gonfler. Je ne savais plus trop ou j'étais, complètement soumis à ses caresses. Il dégrafa ma ceinture puis le bouton et enfin la fermeture éclair. Il fit glisser mon jean sur mes chevilles. Ses caresses se faisaient plus précises, non atténuée par le tissu du pantalon. Ses mains se glissèrent sous le boxer, directement sur la peau, ce fut comme une décharge électrique, je gémis doucement. Mon boxer rejoint bientôt le jean sur mes chevilles. Il appuya doucement sur mes épaules pour me faire pencher en avant et tendre mes fesses vers lui.
Ses mains couraient sur mes fesses, l'une s'insinua entre mes fesses jusqu'à ma pastille, elle la massa, appuyant dessus. Je sentis un produit froid puis le doigt rentra doucement sans difficulté et sans douleur, je frémis. Il commença à faire aller et venir dans mon cul, *** autre main faisait la même chose sur mon sexe, prêt à éclater.
- « Je vais essayer le premier plug, détends-toi. » me dit-il.
Je le sentis pousser le plug entre mes fesses, le renflement passa le muscle et le reste fût aspiré. J'émis un grognement de plaisir.
A ce moment, la porte du magasin s'ouvrit, je retombais sur terre. J'étais les fesses à l'air avec un plug dans le cul au beau milieu du magasin. Je voulus me relever mais sa main appuya sur mon dos.
- « Ne bouge pas, je reviens. »
Découvrant un nouveau coté de ma per***nalité, je ne bougeais pas. L'homme qui venait de rentrer passa à coté de moi, sa main glissa sur mes fesses.
- « Tu as une attraction, ce soir ? » demanda t-il au vendeur
- « Je crois que oui, c'est sa première fois, mais il a l'air d'être prometteur. Il est puceau du cul, et il avait l'air intéressé par les films SM»
je ne savais plus ou me mettre, il parlait de moi comme si je n'étais pas là, comme je n'étais qu'un meuble, une chose.

- « Quelle taille, le plug ? »
- « un petit, mais on va progresser rapidement, il aime ça »
- « Tu vas l'installer dans la salle de derrière ? »
- « Oui, je crois mais pas tout de suite. Je vais le continuer ici, d'abord".
Il revint vers moi. Il appuya sur le plug comme pour l'enfoncer davantage. Puis il le retira. Il fût rapidement remplacé par un autre un peu plus gros. L'homme regardait, il sortit *** sexe et se masturba lentement. Mon regard fût irrésistiblement attiré par le spectacle. Il s'en aperçut et s'approcha de moi. *** sexe était à la hauteur de ma bouche. Il enfila un préservatif. Il avança *** sexe, j'ouvris la bouche, il s'installa dedans, mes lèvres se refermèrent sur sa queue. Le préservatif gâcha un peu mes premières sensations mais j'essayais de le sucer convenablement, comme j'aime qu'on me le fasse. Derrière, le vendeur jouait avec le plug, le faisant aller et venir. Mes gémissements étaient atténués par le bâillon de chair. J'étais aux anges, mes fantasmes devenaient réalité. Pourquoi n'étais-je pas venu plus tôt ? .
L'homme dans ma bouche accélérait le rythme, le vendeur remplaça le plug par un gode. Il me baisa avec, au rythme de l'autre homme. L'homme finit par jouir dans le préservatif.
- « Tu as trouvé un bon coup, il suce pas mal pour une première. . »
- « Viens avec moi ! » me dit le vendeur, il m'entraîna vers le fond du magasin.
- « C'est le coin des accessoires SM, j'ai vu que ça t'intéressait tout à l'heure » j'avançais avec une démarche hésitante à cause du plug.
Dans la pièce, il y avait toutes sortes d'accessoires, des menottes, barres d'écartements, cagoules, harnais, ceinture de chasteté, des slings pendaient du plafond, des bancs d'immobilisation. Il m'emmena vers un banc en cuir noir, il était superbe avec des bracelets pouvant immobiliser les poignées et les chevilles. Il me plaça devant, de face. Il me fît écarter les jambes puis m'attacha mes chevilles en bas du banc puis il me fît pencher en avant, m'allongeant dessus. Avant d'attacher mes poignets, il me retira ce qui me restait de vêtements puis il m'immobilisa.
J'étais fou, Moi, nu et attaché dans un sex-shop. Mes fantasmes les plus fous étaient dépassés, et en plus je bandais comme un âne.
Puis c'est mon sexe qui l'intéressa, il fixa un collier à la base derrière les couilles, collier qu'il fixa au banc. Je ne pouvais plus faire un mouvement, j'étais complètement à sa merci. Il me posa un parachute aux couilles qu'il lesta avec un poids puis il me dit
- « je te laisse, j'ai du boulot. Je reviens tout à l'heure. Ne t'inquiètes pas, tu ne resteras pas seul bien longtemps. »
Il partit sans se retourner. Je restais la seul, le cul rempli et offert, le sexe lié au banc et les couilles lestées. J'entendais des bruits dans les pièces a coté, parfois la porte du magasin s'ouvrait et se refermait, des gens discutaient. Puis quelqu'un entra dans la pièce, j'essayais de tourner la tête pour le voir mais il se mit dans mon angle mort. Je frémis, de honte, de peur et d'envie. J'allais découvrir la suite de ma soirée.
« le patron m'a dit que tu étais à disposition, ce soir ! , tu as un beau cul!»
sa main glissait sur mes fesses, dans ma raie. Il appuya sur le plug pour l'enfoncer davantage, je gémis.
« tu as le cul sensible, tu ne vas pas être déçu. A cette heure là, il y a pas mal de monde ici. Tu te souviendras toujours de ton dépucelage. Et ton cul, aussi »
Cette dernière phrase le fit rire.
Il passa devant sur mon coté et me mit un bandeau sur les yeux.
« tu n'as pas besoin de savoir qui te passera dessus ! »
« il n'y aura pas plus de 2 mecs en même temps pour s'occuper de toi, ou plutôt pour que tu t'occupes d'eux. Bien sur, d'autres prendront leurs suites quand ils auront joui. Le magasin ferme à 4 heures donc tu seras libre à cette même heure. »
il repassa derrière moi et retira le plug. Je sentis un air frais a l'intérieur de mon cul, puis il graissa à nouveau ma raie et enfonça un nouvel objet. Il était plus long, plus gros. Ma bouche s'ouvrit et un râle en sortit. Ce devait un gode de bonne taille, cette fois.
« il rentre tout seul, tu es fait pour te faire enculer ! »
« bon, je te laisse, les clients vont bientôt arriver. »
« au fait pour chaque prestations de ta part, ils vont payer, alors donne leur en pour leur argent. A bientôt petite pute ! » et il sortit en riant.
« La pute, j'allais devenir une prostituée. » L'idée fulgura dans ma tête.
« Moi, une pute ? », moi, qui il y a une heure encore, hésitait a franchir la porte de ce sex-shop.
Jusqu'où allais-je les laissé aller,
Est-ce que je peux encore arrêter les choses ?, Est-ce que j'ai vraiment envie de les arrêter ?.
quelqu'un arrive.
Sans un mot, sans un regard pour autre chose que mon cul, il retire le gode, enfile un préservatif et présente *** sexe à l'entrée de mon cul. Je sens le gland contre ma rondelle. Ça y est, je vais connaître ma première sodomie. Il pousse doucement, ma préparation aida à la pénétration. Ma bouche s'ouvrit comme un effet miroir de mon cul. Je sentais chaque centimètre de *** sexe me pénétrer, mon cul allait, me semblait-il, éclater. Je n'avais pas vraiment mal mais la sensation était nouvelle, angoissante. Je sentis les poils de *** pubis sur mes fesses. Ça y est, il était au fond.
Il me laissa un peu de temps pour m'habituer à sa présence. Puis il commença ses va et vient. A ce moment, un autre homme entra. Mon cul étant pris, il se mit devant moi. Ma bouche s'ouvrit, *** sexe entra. J'étais pris de partout en même temps. Quelle salope, je faisais ! Et le pire, c'est que j'aimais ça. Pour rien au monde, je n'aurais cédé ma place. Mon sexe était gonfle malgré les liens qui le tenaient sur le chevalet. Je sentais un liquide sourdre du méat. Je mouillais comme une salope. Un des hommes s'en aperçut. Il le montra à l'autre et se moquèrent de moi, me traitant de mots grossiers. Je rougis de honte. J'avais honte mais j'étais fier d'être là, fier de leur donner du plaisir, fier d'aimer mes fantasmes.
Le premier homme grogna en jouissant dans le préservatif. Il se retira et sortit avec juste une petite tape sur la fesse droite en guise de remerciement. Le deuxième se retira de ma bouche et vint prendre sa place. Sa queue était moins grosse mais plus longue, il n'eut pas de mal à me pénétrer. Il était à peine au fond de moi qu'un nouvel arrivant se présenta devant ma bouche.
« Combien de mecs allais-je éponger cette nuit ? » j'en ai pour encore plusieurs heures à être la et à ce rythme mon cul restera ouvert jusqu'à la fin de mes jours.
Je ne vous raconterais pas par le détail la suite de ma nuit, cela serait monotone, mais juste de la fin.
A un moment, plus per***ne ne vint. Ouf, je pouvais souffler, mon cul était en feu, ou plutôt mon anus était en feu.
Après un temps incertain, un homme entra. Il tourna autour de moi, m'examinant, un peu comme un maquignon. Il toucha mon sexe redevenu mou. C'était le premier à le toucher. En dessous, une flaque de sperme prouvait mon plaisir à avoir été la.
« je vois que tu as aimé !, tu n'as pas honte ? »
je ne sut que répondre. Un ange passa...
« tu mérites d'être puni ! »
Un fris*** parcourut mon échine. Le premier coup claqua sur ma fesse droite, puis il alterna. Mon cul prit rapidement de la température, il me brûlait, j'avais oublié la brûlure de mon anus, toute mon attention était maintenant tournée vers mes fesses et le haut de mes cuisses. Je sanglotais, je le suppliais d'arrêter, je lui jurais de ne plus recommencer. Cela le fit rire :
« ohh mais tu vas recommencer et souvent en plus. Tu es une chienne et tu aimes ça. Tu vas devenir Ma chienne. Tu acceptes ? »
Je répondis oui dans un geignement.
Un claquement plus fort que les autres atterrit en travers de mes fesses.
« Je veux une réponse claire, à haute et intelligible voie ! »
« Oui, je veux être Votre chienne. »
« Oui, qui ? »
« Oui, Maître, je veux être Votre chienne.
« C'est bien, je t'accepte comme chienne », il me détacha du chevalet.
« Tu peux partir, mais reviens ici demain à 23h. »
« Oui, Maître.
Je me rhabillais et sortais du sex-shop, l'air frais me remit les idées en place.
Allais-je revenir demain ?

Le retour à la mai*** fut difficile. Mon cul m'élançait, mes pensées se bousculaient dans ma tête.
Gérer les élancements de mon cul était assez facile ; une alternance de contractions et de détente du sphincter y arrivait aisément.
Pour mes pensées, c'était beaucoup plus compliqué. La honte, le plaisir, l'envie de recommencer, la peur de tomber dans un engrenage se mélangeaient.
En arrivant chez moi, je pris une douche. Le ruissellement de l'eau me lava le corps et un peu l'esprit.
Je me couchais vidé. Le souvenir de ma soirée suffit à me provoquer une érection. Je dus me masturber deux fois avant de pouvoir m'endormir. J'avalais bien sur mon sperme à chaque fois. Le réveil me tira du lit à 7h00. J'eus bien du mal à me lever. Au début, j'ai cru avoir rêvé. Mais une hyper sensibilité anale me détrompa.
Aussitôt, tout me revint, et avec mes souvenirs, deux questions.
La première : avais-je envie d'y retourner ?
Et si, oui ; devais je y retourner ?
La réponse à la première question était simple. A moins de vouloir me mentir à moi-même c'est OUI.
La réponse à la deuxième était beaucoup plus difficile.
J'essayais d'imaginer ce qui pouvait m'arriver si j'y retournais. Mon maitre avait l'air d'avoir une imagination débordante de perversité. Même si ce que j'avais vécu m'avait plu, j'avais peur qu'il ne m'emmène loin, plus loin, trop loin. A un point ou je ne contrôlerais plus rien.
Mais avais je contrôlé quelque chose hier soir ?
Ma journée au boulot m'a permis d'arrêter de réfléchir à ces questions. Mais à la débauche (on y revient, le terme est bien choisi pour parler de mon activité nocturne.) des images de la nuit dernière revinrent en *****, me déclenchant une érection. A ce moment, je sus ce que je devais faire.

À 23h moins 5mn, je ***nais à la porte du sex-shop. La porte s'ouvrit. Le mec à la caisse n'était pas le même qu'hier soir. Il avait une bonne soixantaine d'années, un peu bedonnant, dégarni. Il me sourit.
« - bonsoir, c'est toi la chienne ? »
Je rougis. Je ne m'attendais pas à ce genre d'accueil. Mais bon, je devais accepter mon nouveau statut.
« - oui, je pense que c'est moi. »
« - ton maitre était sur que tu reviendrais. Tu es une grosse salope en devenir. Il suffit de te former à ça, tu as le sexe dans la peau. Il t'a préparé des surprises. »
Ces propos n'était pas fait pour me rassurer. J'avais envie de prendre mes jambes à mon cul, mais c'est lui qui commandait l'ouverture de la porte.
Quelques secondes plus tard, mon maitre entra. Il eut l'air satisfait, pas que je sois ici devant lui l'air inquiet mais plutôt que *** jugement de ma per***ne se soit avéré.
« - je savais que tu ne me décevrais pas. Maintenant que tu as gouté à la bite, tu ne vas plus pouvoir t'en passer. Et je vais t'en donner jusqu'à plus soif. Tu vas devenir un garage à bites, une pompe à foutre, une pute prête à tout pour sa dose de sperme et pour un coup de bite. »
Cette tirade m'avait déclenché une érection. Heureusement qu'il ne pouvait voir à travers mes vêtements.
« - allez la pute, à poil. Il est temps de te mettre au boulot. Il y a du monde qui attend. »
Je paniquais, si il me voyait bander à ses propos, il allait être conforté dans *** idée que je suis déjà accroc à la bite. Mais je ne voyais pas comment éviter, ni retarder ma mise à nu.
C'est la mort dans l'âme que j'obéissais. Il ne fut pas long à voir mon érection.
« - eh bien, ma salope... le simple fait de te promettre de la bite te fait bander... qu'est ce que ca va être quand tu vas voir ta surprise. »
Une fois nu, le vendeur ramassa mes affaires et les rangea derrière le comptoir.
Mon maitre me dit d'attendre la, au milieu du magasin et de mettre les mains sur la tête.
Il disparut dans le coin des accessoires SM.
À peine, avait-il disparu que j'entendis la porte s'ouvrir derrière moi. Pour me protéger, je ne trouvais rien d'autre à faire que de fermer les yeux.

« - ah, la chienne est arrivé... quel joli cul ! On va bien s'amuser. »
Je l'entendis approcher et je sentis sa main glisser sur mes reins, un fris*** me remonta le long de la colonne vertébrale, puis descendre sur ma fesse droite, passer sous la fesse et remonter dans ma raie. Un de ses doigts joua avec ma rondelle avant de d'essayer de rentrer. Mais j'étais sec et crispé. Il n'y parvint pas.
« - elle est serrée et sèche, cette chienne. Il va falloir l'ouvrir, qu'elle soit disponible à tout moments sans avoir besoin de gel. »
De frustration, il me mit une grande claque sur la fesse. Je devais avoir la marque bien visible. Je sentais ma fesse brulante. Et ce n'était que le début de la soirée. Quelle idée avais je eu de revenir ???
« mais qu'allait-il faire dans cette galère ? » comme disait l'avare...
cet intermède avait au moins eu l'avantage de me faire perdre mon érection.
Mon maitre revint. Il avait un petit panier à la main. Il se mit derrière moi, je ne pouvais voir le contenu du panier.
Je ne bougeais pas. Il commença par me mettre un bandeau sur les yeux. Quelque part, cela me rassura. Maintenant quoi que je fasse, ce n'était pas de ma faute. J'étais un peu moins responsable. Et puis, ce n'est pas l'homme qui m'intéresse mais sa bite dans ma bouche, mon ou mes mains. Mais j'aime aussi voir les queues qui m'agressent. Je ne sais plus ou j'en suis, ni ce que je veux. Je voudrais tout et *** contraire.
Je l'entends passer devant moi. Sa main prend mon sexe maintenant flasque. Je le sens insérer mon sexe dans un tube assez étroit, un anneau passe derrière mes testicules. Mon sexe bute au fond du tube. Le maître ***** pour rapprocher le tube de l'anneau puis j'entends le claquement sec d'un cadenas.
« - et voila ! Ta queue ne servira plus avant un bon moment. Tu as compris ce que je viens de faire ? »
J'hésitais.
« - bon, alors, je vais te le dire. Je viens de te mettre une cage de chasteté. Bien sur, elle est cadenassée. Et c'est moi qui ai la clé. Il faudra payer de ta per***ne pour que je l'ouvre ».
Il me fit tendre les bras vers lui et il me fixa un bracelet en cuir à chaque poignet, puis c'est mon cou qui fut agrémenté d'un collier. Il y fixa une laisse.
« - allez, salope, le boulot t'attends ! »
Il me tira par la laisse. Je le suivais d'un pas hésitant.
« -allez, rentres la dedans ! Tu vas être bien. Mets-toi à genoux ! »
J'entrai à tâtons. La pièce, si l'on peut dire une pièce, était très petite. C'était plutôt un petit placard. Je pouvais toucher les murs sans bouger. Elle devait faire 1m par 1m. La porte en formait l'un des murs.
Je m'agenouillais. Une sorte de coussin se trouva sous mes genoux, rendant ma position un peu pus confortable.
Il défit ma laisse mais y rattacha une autre chaine. Je me reculais un peu mais sans succès. Ma nouvelle chaine était fixée au mur situé en face de moi.
« - voila, tu vas passer la soirée ici. Je suis sur que tu vas apprécier, salope comme tu es. Tu ne le vois pas mais en face de toi il y a un trou dans le mur, pareil à ta gauche et à ta droite. Des queues vont se présenter à toi. Tu auras juste à les faire gicler. Bien sur elles gicleront sur toi. Je vais d'ailleurs raccourcir ta chaine. »
Il me tira en avant. Mon visage touchait presque le mur.
Une queue vint se frotter sur mon visage.
« - elles ***t impatientes, dis donc... »
Déjà bien dans la mentalité d'une salope, j'ouvris la bouche.
« - je savais que tu aimais bouffer de la bite mais la, tu es une goinfre. Ne t'inquiètes pas, tu en auras autant que tu en voudras et peut être même plus. Je te laisse. Bon appétit et bonne douche. Quand je reviendrais, je veux te trouver ruisselante de sperme. Preuve du nombre de mecs et du plaisir que tu leur as donné ! »
J'entendis la porte se fermer. En tâtonnant, je cherchais les trous latéraux. Ils étaient déjà occupés par deux bites bien raides. Je les pris en main et commença à les branler doucement. Bien sur j'avais la bite en face de moi au fond de la bouche. Je m'étais d'ailleurs penché en avant pour la prendre plus profond. Le mec me baisait la bouche. Sa queue devait être longue car malgré la cloi***, elle me butait dans le fond de la gorge, me tirant des haut-le-cœur. Le mec s'en foutait et je ne pouvais pas me reculer à cause de la chaine.
J'avais du mal à branler les deux bites en me faisant baiser la bouche. J'essayais de me concentrer sur ce que faisaient mes mains, ma bouche, elle étant plutôt passive.
Je dus me débrouiller assez bien car la bite de gauche cracha *** venin la première. Je sentis le sperme me tomber sur le poignet et l'avant bras. Ma douche commençait. J'essayais de bien essorer cette bite, que tout *** jus finisse sur moi.
Elle se retira rapidement, aussitôt remplacée par une autre.
Elle ne devait pas être très propre car elle sentait fort la sueur et la pisse. Je la branlais lentement en faisant des mouvements amples.
Celle de ma bouche commença à vibrer et à enfler un peu plus ; annonce d'une explosion proche. Le mec se recula un peu et me balança *** jus en plein visage. Il m'atteint en plein front puis de plus en plus au fil des giclées. La dernière atterrit sur ma poitrine.
La queue à ma droite se retira sans avoir joui. Je crois qu'elle prit la place laisser libre dans ma bouche tant celle qui se présenta était trempée. En quelques va et viens, elle explosa, me couvrant à *** tour d'un sperme chaud et abondant. Si elles ***t toutes aussi prodigues, je vais finir recouverte, ruisselante comme le voulait mon maitre. Et comme moi, j'ai envie de l'être. J'ai beaucoup fantasmé sur les vidéos ou images de bukkake. Ma queue essayait de gonfler, de bander sans résultat, la cage l'en empêchant. Mon plaisir était seulement cérébral. J'espère que mon maitre fera des photos pendant et après la séance.
Les queues se succédèrent toute la soirée. Rare furent les moments ou un trou n'était pas occupés. Jamais ma bouche ne fut délaissée plus de quelques secondes. Le temps pour une queue d'être remplacée par une autre. Je ruisselais de sperme. L'odeur dans cet espace réduit devait être impressionnante, moi je ne m'en rendais pas compte, tellement mes sens étaient imprégnés de sperme, si j'ose dire. Mes mâchoires commençaient à devenir douloureuses. Et les queues continuaient à se succéder. Je n'en pouvais plus de les accueillir dans ma bouche. Je ne sais pas combien j'en ai sucé. Mais même si j'ai envie d'en avoir encore, ma bouche se rebelle. Elle devient de plus en plus passive. J'ai l'impression d'avoir les lèvres enflées, des lèvres de suceuses (ce qui est bien le cas...)
la queue qui vient de se retirer n'est pas remplacer. Je souffle. Un flash passe à travers le bandeau. On me prend en photo par le trou situé en face de moi. J'entends la porte s'ouvrir.
« -tu es dégueulasse, salope. Tu ne peux pas rentrer chez toi comme ca. Enlèves le coussin sous tes genoux. Tiens-toi droite, les bras le long du corps ! »
J'obtempérais et attendis.
Un premier jet de liquide m'atteint sur le coté droit, suivi immédiatement d'un autre du coté gauche. Mon visage et mon dos ne tardèrent pas à subir le même sort. A l'odeur, je compris que quatre mecs étaient en train de me pisser dessus. J'aperçus encore quelques éclairs de flash. Comme pour m'offrir leurs queues à sucer, ils se relayèrent. J'étais vraiment trempé.
Au bout d'un temps que je n'ai pu estimer, les flots s'arrêtèrent. Mon maitre m'ordonna d'enlever mon bandeau. Mes yeux eurent du mal à s'habituer à la lumière.
« - détaches la chaine de ton collier, salope ! »
il me jeta une serviette.
« essuies toi et rhabilles toi. Ta soirée est finie. Tu gardes les bracelets, le collier et la cage, bien sur.
Donnes moi ton numéro de portable que je puisse te convoquer !»
« - c'est le 06.xx.xx.xx.xx. »
« Parfait. Je vais me faire des couilles en or en te faisant vider des couilles. Tu es une bonne salope, un aspirateur à foutre, je vais te faire devenir un trou à bites, un centre d'accueil pour mecs en manque ! »
« - tu sais combien de bites ont visités ta boucher, salope ? Plus de 60 ! La prochaine fois, je ferais peut être la même chose avec ton cul. Tu imagines sa taille après 60 enculades ??? »
Aussi inquiétant que cela puisse être, l'idée me créait mes picotements dans la queue et le scrotum. 60 queues à la chaine dans un cul, je doute qu'il résiste.
« Allez, on ferme. Rentres chez toi. Je t'appellerais bientôt. »
Je sortis du sex-shop. A cette heure, je ne risquais pas de rencontrer grand monde. Puant comme je devais l'être, c'était aussi bien.
Arrivé chez moi, je jetais mes affaires dans la machine à laver et me précipitais sous la douche. Je me lavais les cheveux et le corps plusieurs fois et malgré cela, je trouvais que je puais encore. J'étais crevé alors je me couchais comme ça.
Mes dernières pensées furent : « qu'allait inventer mon maitre pour notre prochaine rencontre ???? ». Puis je plongeais dans un sommeil profond.

Excellent texte, merci

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Lara at Work


Lara had had a busy morning at work. One of her colleagues in the elderly residential home was off sick and that left the young eighteen year old to care for eight residents alone with Matron. She was an older woman of about fifty but was very lazy and had left Lara to do most of the work herself. While Lara had served the residents their lunch, Matron was secretly getting ***** in her office.

Now the residents had finished having their lunch and were gathering in the day-room for some relaxation. Most of them were able to walk there themselves and Lara had just wheeled the last of the wheelchair-bound patients into the room. He was an ex-sailor who was paralysed from the waist down after an accident many years ago onboard ship. As Lara put the brakes on his wheel chair he whispered something to her. Not hearing him at first she bent forward to get closer to him.

That is when he grabbed her. Although his legs were useless he had developed his upper body strength over the years and now he used that strength to hold the young girl tight to his chest.

"We're going to have some fun this afternoon, Lara, and you are going to be the star attraction. Look."

He turned her round, keeping his strong arms wrapped around her. Now she practically sat in his lap while she faced the other residents, men and women. These were people she had cared for over the summer months as she prepared to go to university but now they were gathering around with lust in their eyes. Lara didn't know what they were up to; she was a good girl and always did what she was told. She knew nothing about sex and became upset when the elderly men rubbed her bottom or grabbed her breasts when she was helping them to dress, getting them in and out of the bath or helping them on and off the toilet.

"Now, Lara, I hope you are not going to scream or cry out. If you do we will have to silence you but we hope you won't make us do that. We are going to play a game where each of us will be granted a wish and each wish will be related to you. Do you understand?"

Lara didn't understand anything; all she wanted to do was care for these elderly residents but they seemed to have other plans for her.

"Let me go," she struggled.

"I'm sorry, Lara, I can't do that. I see we will have to silence you. Betty, can you help please?"

Betty was a large lady of sixty-five. Lara watched in disbelief as this lady she had helped to dress this morning pulled up her long summer dress and revealed her big black knickers. She pulled them down her thick legs, showing her hairy pussy to everyone in the room and stepped out of them. Picking them up off the floor, she walked over to where Lara was being held.

"Open wide, dear," she instructed Lara. When the young girl clamped her mouth tightly shut and shook her head Betty pinched her nose until Lara had to open her mouth to breathe. As soon as she did so Betty stuffed her big, dirty knickers into Lara's reluctant mouth. She couldn't help but taste the piss stains on the crotch of Betty's knickers as well as something else which she didn't want to think about.

"Now, Lara, it is time for our first wish. Tom, what would you like?"

"I want to see her tits," said Tom, a man who had been a resident in the home for many years and was nearly eighty years old.

"Of course," replied the old sailor, holding Lara by the arms. Betty again approached the young girl, grabbed hold of her uniform top and pulled down the zip. Everyone was staring at Lara's large breasts, covered by her small white bra. While everyone else stared Betty grabbed Lara's bra and pulled it down, revealing the girl's tits to all the residents. They continued to stare while old Tom smiled delightedly. It had been a long time since he had seen such a beautiful pair of tits. Lara struggled in vain, her head thrashing from side to side, her face burning red with shame.

"Your turn, Mary. What is your wish?"

"I want to see her cunt?" said Mary, a foul-mouthed woman who swore and cursed at all the staff in the room and even at some of the residents and their families.

"OK, Mary, but I think Betty will need some help with your request. Why don't you give her a hand."

Mary moved her wheelchair over to where Lara was held and grabbed her by one of her ankles. Betty took Lara's other leg and stretched it in the opposite direction. Lara still tried to stop this but she was no match for these elderly tormentors and looked down to see Betty's hand open her trousers, slide them over her struggling legs, over her feet and off. Slowly moving her old hands back up the young girl's smooth legs, Betty reached up and pulled down Lara's tiny knickers.

"Look," she said, holding up the white thong like a prize, showing it to all the others. "And the crotch is wet; this young slut is enjoying this. Aren't you, Lara?"

Lara shook her head ********** from side to side. She had never been so frightened, so humiliated, yet there was another feeling running through her that she didn't understand. She had never felt anything like this before but it seemed to be running from her private place between her legs up to her breasts and back again.

"I can see her cunt, I can see her cunt" chanted Mary as the sailor wrapped one of his muscular arms around both of Lara's and started to slide his finger up and down her wet slit. Lara struggled with all her might but there was nothing she could do -- he was too strong for her and within a few minutes all the residents were looking at the curly hair between her legs. She cried in shame but none of the elderly men or women even seemed to notice; all they were interested in was the young girl held on the sailor's lap, her large tits sticking out, her nipples enlarged and her hairy cunt dripping.

"Now, Ben, what is your wish?"

Ben was someone that Lara had always liked; he had always seemed like such a gentleman and had always been very polite to her. Now he approached her with a look of menace in his eyes. He pulled something from his trousers and switched it on. Lara heard the sound of Ben's electric razor and looked down in disbelief as the old man lifted it to her pussy and started to shave. She cried in shame as the curls fell from between her legs and the tears fell down her face as he bent down and continued to shave all the way round to her dirty hole. Lara couldn't believe this was happening as she looked down for the first time and saw her bald pussy. It looked so different and felt so sensitive when Ben patted her with his rough hand once he had finished.

"Margaret, it's your turn now. What do you want?"

Margaret was a small, kindly woman who Lara hoped would allow her to be set free but, instead, the older woman said, with a grin, "I want to see her totally naked."

Lara had never been naked in front of anyone since she had been a small ***** and hated the idea of it happening here at her work. Between them, however, the sailor, Ben, Mary, Tom and Betty managed to strip her naked and then dropped her on to the floor. Lara thought, just for a second that she was going to be able to escape but then Betty sat down on her stomach and Lara realised she was going nowhere. Apart from all the *********** she had endured so far, Lara realised that she had not had the time to go to the toilet all morning and, with Betty pressing on her bladder with her big, fat arse, the younger girl really need to pee.

There were two residents left and Lara looked up to see them both standing at her head. They were twins who didn't really need to be in the home but had both had so many incontinence problems that they had decided to move in and be taken care of. Now in their early sixties, they were both relatively fit and quite attractive. Elizabeth was the one who always took control and whatever she said her twin sister, Jill, always carried out. Lara didn't know how she could be any more humiliated than lying on the floor on front of the residents, totally naked and with fat Betty sitting on her. She was, however, totally shocked when the twins started to undress each other and very soon Lara was looking up at the naked bodies of two elderly but beautiful women, their tits slightly sagging but not by much. They had trim bodies and didn't look to have any extra fat on their bottoms either, Lara noticed, when both of the women did a twirl in front of everyone else and paraded their naked bodies for all to see.

"I guess we don't have to ask what you girls want to do next. We'll all just sit back and enjoy the show."

Elizabeth moved until she had one foot at either side of Lara's head allowing the young girl to look straight up to the older woman's dripping pussy. The only thing was Lara wasn't sure if it was dripping because the older woman needed to pee too. Then she lowered herself on to Lara's face and ordered her to, "Lick my pussy, bitch."

Lara didn't know what to do. Her head was trapped by the older woman's knees and her mouth was sitting immediately below the woman's hairy, wet pussy but Lara couldn't imagine reaching out with her tongue and tasting another woman's private parts. Still in shock, she felt Betty get up off her and thought that this might be her chance to escape, even with Elizabeth kneeling on her face but then she felt someone between her legs and holding on to her thighs. She tried to look around Elizabeth but the older woman looked down and instructed her, "Just do to me what Jill does to you." Lara didn't understand what she meant until she felt a soft, wet tongue run up her private place and send a shiver right through her body. She could only imagine that it was Jill's tongue that was making her wetter than she had ever been and looked up to see Elizabeth pull apart her pussy lips and say, "Now, lick me."

Lara still couldn't believe that she was being asked to do this even though what Jill was doing to her felt so good. She hesitated but when Elizabeth reached behind her and pinched the young girl's nipples, Lara knew that she had to do what she was told. Tentatively she opened her innocent mouth and reached out with her tongue. When she touched the older woman's hairy slit Elizabeth let out a moan and sank further onto Lara's mouth. As Jill probed deeper and deeper into Lara's pussy, so the young girl did the same to Elizabeth's. As Jill stroked one finger up and down Lara's slit, so the young girl freed one of her hands and stroked Elizabeth's wet cunt. As Jill flicked Lara's clit with her thumb so Lara did the same to Elizabeth until the older woman started to buck harder and faster on the face of the younger girl.

"Yes! Yes! That's it! Do it! Lick me! Fuck Me! I'm cummmming!" screamed Elizabeth. And Lara would have screamed out in orgasm too if her mouth hadn't been filled with the older woman's cunt and juices.

As they both came back down from their orgasms, Lara remembered where she was and what she was doing. She had just cum for the first time in her young life on the floor of her work place. She had just cum in front of eight elderly people and she had just made another woman cum with her tongue and her fingers. She didn't think it could get any worse. But it could!

As Elizabeth recovered from her orgasm she made no move to raise herself from Lara's face; instead she looked down on the young girl's cum covered face and asked, "Are you ready for this?"

Lara was again at a loss as to what she meant and was about to ask when she was suddenly met with Elizabeth's piss flowing from her pussy and covering Lara's face and long, curly hair. It seemed to flow forever and Lara had no escape as Elizabeth refused to move from her face. When she felt Jill's hand press against her own belly she realised that she was going to pee too and very soon felt her own piss poured out between her pussy lips, covering Jill's face and leaving a pool on the floor. Once she was finished, she was so ashamed she simply closed her eyes and hoped never to see this place again but when she opened her eyes she was faced with even more ***********.

All the women had lifted their skirts and removed their knickers. All the men had opened the zips on their trousers and were wanking their cocks. As the women started to piss on the young girl, the men all seemed to cum together and shot their spunk over her face, tits and cunt.

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Who Was ******* Who?



I ****** my eyes open. It felt like an almighty effort as if I was using all my strength just to lift my eyelids. At first my eyes didn't focus but, when they did, I couldn't believe what they were seeing.

Just a few feet from where I was sitting was a huge TV screen and on it was playing what looked like a very high quality home movie – of the "adult" variety. I didn't have any problem with that, especially as the two women writhing on the bed seemed to be enjoying themselves so much. What was taking my breath away was that one of the women was Jane, my boss's wife, and the other was Aileen, my own, very innocent, wife!

Both women were naked, Aileen lying on her back, while Jane was lying on top of her sucking my wife's tiny nipples. I could tell Aileen was enjoying the attention as the look on her face was exactly the same as when I had first convinced her to show me her breasts and to allow me to introduce her to the pleasures of tit love, a mixture of excitement and disbelief, tinged with a hint of newly experienced lust.

As Jane made her way down Aileen's slight body, kissing every inch of her delectable skin, I knew that I had to find out what was going on and put a stop to this **** of my young wife.

That was when I realised that, not only was I naked too, but that I was bound to the chair, my wrists tied to the arms and my ankles strapped to the legs.

"Help!" I shouted. "Somebody help me!"

The door swung open and in walked my boss, Kevin, also naked, with his erection bouncing before him.

"Hi, Andy. So you're finally awake. Enjoying the show? We wanted to wait until the ***** had worn off but Aileen wouldn't wait any longer. She's quite a whore once she gets going but I suppose you know that already.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I'd been *******! By my boss! Aileen was a whore! I didn't know which was the most fanciful.

"I'll leave you here for a while to watch the girls but I think you'll see me on screen too very shortly. We can't allow the girls to have all the fun."

"Let me go! Let me go! If you untie me now I'll take Aileen home and no more will be said about this. Either that or I'm going straight to the police."

"Relax, Andy, nobody's going anywhere. We'll talk about your options once Jane and I are finished with Aileen but, if you'll excuse me now, my prick's desperate for some attention."

I struggled with my binds but he was right: I wasn't going anywhere. "Let me go!" I screamed again but he had already left the room. Before he left, however, he had turned up the volume on the TV and the room was filled with Aileen's desperate moans. My eyes were dragged back on to the screen to find Jane now had her head between Aileen's outstretched legs and, from her movements, was obviously doing to Aileen what only I had ever done before. At that moment, the camera angle was adjusted and I was treated to a close up of Jane lapping at Aileen's dripping pussy.

Aileen was thrashing her head from side to side, her arms outstretched, gripping onto the bed sheets, obviously very close to cumming. I knew the signs well enough; her eyes were glazed over as if she were in another world; her hips were rising from the bed to push her cunt hard against Jane's tongue and, when that tongue moved up to Aileen's small clit, I knew my beautiful wife wouldn't be able to stop herself, even if she wanted to (which it didn't look like she had any intention of doing).

Jane began to insert one, then two, then three fingers into my wife's tight pussy and fucked her hard. Aileen's hips were now permanently off the bed as she tried to get Jane's fingers deeper and deeper into her cunt. I had never seen her act so wantonly, even with me, and I was jealous, enraged and incredibly turned on all at the same time.

I tried again to free myself but just at that moment Aileen's screams of pleasure filled the room as she came on the fingers and tongue of my boss's wife. I looked on, incredulously, as Aileen had a massive orgasm and flooded Jane's hand and mouth with her pussy juices. I couldn't believe how long it kept going but, eventually, she dropped back to the bed, exhausted but obviously satisfied.

I was still having immense trouble reconciling the image of the slut on the bed with the innocent wife I had married only weeks before and who was a virgin when I had first met her. It didn't seem to matter that she was only eighteen and I was twenty five. She had learned the pleasures of sex only from me and I had taken great delight in teaching her. Now, as the camera again changed position, I watched in disbelief as Jane got up and sat down on Aileen's face.

"Now it's time to return the favour," Jane said as she lowered herself on to my previously innocent wife's mouth. The camera showed the anticipation in Aileen's eyes and her tongue instantly poked out of her open mouth to taste another woman's cunt for the first time. I didn't know what Aileen was thinking as she began to lap at Jane's wet cunt but she must have been amazed at the differences between both of their pussies. Aileen's was almost untouched, had hardly any protruding lips to speak of and was covered in a fine down of strawberry blond hair. Jane's, on the other hand, was covered in dark, curly hair that stretched all the way around to her arse. Her lips met Aileen's tongue before the rest of her cunt had settled on my wife's face and, as Aileen's tongue slid up her slit, which was obviously as slack as her morals.

"That's it, Aileen. Just do what you like Andy doing to you. You're very good at it. Are you sure this is your first time with another woman?"

Aileen grunted underneath Jane as she didn't seem to want to stop tasting the older woman's juices. Jane was playing with her large, sagging tits as my lovely wife pleasured her from below but obviously decided to crank things up a notch as she reached down and began to rub her own clit while still gyrating on Aileen's tongue.

"Don't stop, Aileen. Don't stop," pleaded my boss's wife as she started to tremble with what I knew would be an immense orgasm. Faster and faster she rubbed as Aileen's tongue continued to lap up the juices pouring from Jane's cunt.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'M CUMMING!" screamed Jane as her pussy exploded on my wife's face and drenched her with the result of Aileen's ministrations.

Jane collapsed backwards on top of Aileen, her legs wide open, her cunt almost as wide, and left my wife with nothing to see but the older woman's cunt still in spasm from her huge orgasm.

"I think we need a rest before we invite Kevin to join us."

Kevin, however, had other ideas. I don't know if he had been watching but he appeared on the screen just at that point, his cock straining to join in.

"Don't you dare touch her! Don't you dare touch my wife!" I shouted at the TV screen in front of me but, while I could hear every sound of the assault on my poor wife, they obviously had no idea what I was screaming at them.

Kevin practically pushed his fat wife off my sweet, young Aileen and replaced her between my wife's open legs.

"I never fuck a cunt I haven't tasted first," he laughed. Aileen, in reply, instead of recoiling in horror raised her hips again and offered her pussy to my boss.

"Help yourself," she said with a smile and Kevin did just that. He bent down and lapped my wife's pussy from bottom to top and down again.

"Very nice," he grinned, licking his lips. "I'm going to enjoy this."

"Don't you dare! Don't you dare! Aileen, what are you doing?" I shouted futilely at the screen. "How can you do this? How can you let them fuck you?"

Aileen lowered her hips to the bed, oblivious to my pleas and reached out for my boss. "I think my pussy needs you cock inside," she said. I had never heard her say these words before.

"Well, who am I to reject a lady?"

With that the camera angle changed again and, once again, I got a close up of Aileen's cunt, only this time I was "rewarded" with the sight of another man's penis pushing into my young wife's waiting pussy. I couldn't believe what I was seeing; neither could I turn away as my boss's hard prick proceeded to slide in and out of my wife's cunt as if he had never fucked a woman before.

"That's it, Kevin, fuck her hard. Fuck her like the slut she is," encouraged his wife.

"Yes, Kevin. Fuck me. Fuck me like you've never fucked before. Don't think about me. I want it hard, as hard as you can. Fuck my cunt. Make it sore. Fuck my cunt with your big hard cock."

Kevin didn't need any more encouragement. He started to hammer in and out of my wife's tender cunt as if he was punishing her with his big, throbbing cock. In and out, in and out, faster and faster, harder and harder. My boss pummelled my wife's cunt. My wife thrust her hips up to meet his downwards lunges and very soon both of them were cumming.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh God, I'm cumming. I'm filling her cunt with my spunk.!"

"Yes, Kevin! Fuck me with your big, hard cock. Fill me with your spunk. Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Oh, GOD! I'M CUMMING!"

"Fuck her, Kevin!" cried his wife. "Give the slut exactly what she wants. Fuck her cunt hard!"

Kevin and Aileen seemed to cum together and both their bodies trembled and shook until they both fell on the bed exhausted, my boss on top of my wife. Just then the screen went blank.

Chapter 2

Kevin collapsed on top of me, his cock still throbbing deep within my spunk-filled cunt. I still couldn't believe what I had done. I couldn't believe that over the last few hours, after a very nice dinner with my husband, his boss and his boss's wife, I had been ****** into allowing a woman to make me cum with her tongue, I had been ****** into eating her cunt in return, and now, even worse than that, I had been ****** to let Andy's boss fuck my pussy and fill it with his seed.

I had been terrified when I realised that they had somehow ******* Andy but they promised not to hurt either of us if I did as I was told and fucked them both. Not only that but I had to make it look as if I wanted it; and just for good measure they were going to record the whole episode and show it to Andy if I ever mentioned this to anyone. If I kept quiet and did what I was told, Andy would be unharmed and would even be promoted if I performed well.

That's why, when I felt I had finally done enough to satisfy them, I was slow to react when Jane raised one of my arms and handcuffed it to the bedstead. I must have been sluggish after the biggest orgasm I had ever had and, with Kevin lying on top of me, I was powerless to resist when she walked round the bed and secured my other arm in the same way.

Once they knew I couldn't get off the bed, Kevin got up off me and stood by the side of the bed, his cock still dripping. As Jane came back round to stand beside him, they put their arms around each other and looked down on me like some sort of favoured pet.

"I don't understand," I said. "I've done everything you asked of me. Please let me go now. Let me see Andy."

"Well you can certainly see Andy," said Jane with a smile. She leaned over me again and tucked the pillow under my shoulders and head to raise me to an almost upright position.

"All you have to do is watch the TV and you will see Andy on there in no time at all."
With that they left the room and left me bewildered, afraid and with the horrible sensation of Kevin's spunk dribbling out of my punished cunt.

Chapter 3

It must have been nearly half an hour after the screen went blank before my boss and his wife, both still naked, walked into the room where I was secured to the chair.

"Looks like you enjoyed the show, Andy," teased Kevin as I looked down to my erect prick and knew it had never been harder. "Aileen certainly enjoyed being the star and what a tight cunt she has. No wonder you've kept her to yourself."

"The minute you untie me I'm going to **** you, you and your whore of a wife."

"Well, I can understand that but we've got a proposition for you that I think might change your mind," said my boss with a knowing smile.

"I don't want anything from you, you bastard. Untie me this minute and before I report you to the police for drugging me, holding me captive and ****** my wife, I'm going to beat the living daylights out of you," I growled at him.

"Like I said, I can understand your reaction but, "rape"? Did it look like we were ****** Aileen? I thought she quite enjoyed being fucked by Jane and I. I know we certainly enjoyed fucking her.

"Anyway, here's my idea. First we let Jane take care of that large cock of yours in any way you may chose. Then you get the chance to fuck her up the arse as that was the one thing we couldn't convince Aileen to do and I'm guessing you're a bum man, Andy. You wouldn't give up the chance for some anal action. Finally, as my part of the deal, I'm going to offer you a promotion that will see you and Aileen set up for life. What do you say?"

Everything was swirling round my head and this time it wasn't chemically induced. I was torn between wanting to **** this man and finally getting the chance to fuck someone up the arse – a long time fantasy of mine. Added to that was the promotion that I had been working so hard for being handed to me on a plate and the fact that Kevin was right: Aileen had enjoyed being fucked by these two older sluts.

"All right. I'll agree but I want one more thing."

Once I had explained to Kevin and Jane what I wanted they agreed without hesitation and my boss started to untie my bindings. When he was finished, surprisingly, he left the room.

Chapter 4

Andy's boss walked back into my room and leered at my naked, bound body.

"Show time!" was all he said as he switched on the large TV and sat down beside me.

"Now it's Andy's time to have some fun," he laughed.

The picture on the screen presented me with a view of Andy that I never thought I would see. He was sitting in an upright chair with his head thrown back in what was obviously a moment of extreme pleasure and it wasn't difficult to imagine where that pleasure was coming from.

Jane's head was bobbing up and down in his groin and I knew she was sucking his cock. I couldn't believe this; after all I had gone through to protect him from harm, here he was enjoying the blowjob of his life. I hated doing that for him and I hated the taste of his salty pre-cum so I had only ever done this for him a handful of times. Never once had he cum in my mouth.

"Jane's an expert at blowjobs," said Kevin with a smile and a huge degree of pride as he watched his fat wife sucking another man's cock. As if to emphasise the fact, he picked up a control from the side of the bed and the camera moved in to show Andy's huge cock sliding in and out of Jane's wet, red lips. She varied her action between taking his prick all the way to the back of her throat and then sliding her lips all the way back up his rod and licking up and down both sides of his throbbing shaft with her long wet tongue. When she started to suck on his balls and continued to pull at his cock with her left hand, I knew Andy wasn't going to last very long.

So did he because just then, showing who exactly was in control here, her pulled her off his cock by the hair and ordered her on to the bed. Jane practically jumped on to the bed and lay down on her back. Andy got on to the bed, straddled her chest and knelt down, laying his cock between her massive tits.

Now I knew this was Andy's scenario. He always complained my tits were too small for a proper tit wank and now he was obviously going to use Jane's huge breasts for his own pleasure. Kevin adjusted the camera angle again and I was treated to the sight of Jane wrapping her enormous tits around my husband's cock.

"Go on, Andy; Aileen will never know. Use my tits the way you want to. Shoot your spunk all over them."

I look on in disbelief as Andy thrust between Jane's tits and, after the blowjob she had just given him, it was no surprise when he started to plunge between those two mountains of tit flesh and shouted, "Oh God! Here it comes!"

His spunk flew from the head of his cock and landed on Jane, first on her nose, then her chin, then the last few spurts covered her breasts. Jane started to wipe the cum off her tits and then licked it off her fingers. As she went to remove it from her face, Andy stopped her.

"Leave it there, slut. I want you to have a reminder of what a whore you are."

At that, he climbed off his boss's wife, stepped down from the bed, and sat back down on the chair.

"Get over here, cunt," he said with some menace. If ever I had any doubt about whether Andy was being ****** in to this as I had been, they were now dispelled. Jane just giggled like a schoolgirl, jumped off the bed and stood beside my husband, meekly, with her hands held behind her back.

"This is something Andy added himself. I think you'll agree it's a nice touch," said Kevin. Once he had positioned the camera just as he wanted it he put down the control and proceeded to stroke his cock with one hand while rubbing a finger up and down my wet slit. I tried to wriggle out of the way but was distracted once again by Andy's voice coming from the screen.

"Get over my lap and accept your punishment for what you've done."

I saw Jane tremble a little but she did as she was told, her giggles now with a hint of nervousness in them.

"What are you?" Andy asked as he took Jane's right arm and bent it behind her back.

"I'm a slut," she said with relish and dread.

SLAP

I nearly jumped off the bed as I watched my husband raise his hand and bring it down, hard, on Jane's huge arse.

"Wrong," he instructed. "You must almost address me as "Sir" from now on. So what are you?"

"I'm a slut, sir," she pleaded.

SLAP

"Wrong. You're a dirty slut. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty slut, sir," she whimpered.

SLAP

"Wrong. You're a dirty, fat slut. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, fat slut," she whispered.

SLAP

"Wrong. You're a dirty, fat, slut who needs her arse fucked. What are you?"

"I'm a dirty, fat, slut who needs her arse fucked, sir."

SLAP

"Well get on your knees and beg me to fuck your big, fat arse?"

This was unbelievable. Not only had my husband spanked his boss's wife but now he was going to fuck her up the arse. I looked over to Kevin but he was mesmerised by the action on the screen, my cunt long forgotten as he wanked his cock so quickly his hands were a blur.

"Please, sir, please fuck my big, fat arse with your big, fat cock. Show me no mercy, sir. Punish my arsehole with your prick and fuck me hard. Fuck me hard and fill my arse with your spunk. Please, sir," she begged, again dragging my eyes ************* back to the screen.

I watched as Andy lined up his cock with her dirty hole and pushed in. At first he didn't seem to be making any progress then the shiny head of his prick seemed to pop on through her hole and they both seemed to rest for a minute, presumably to get used to this unknown sensation.

"Do it, sir. Please, do it. Fuck me up the arse and make me cum," she entreated.

Andy needed no further encouragement and I watched, glued to the screen as my husband began to plough her tightest hole with a violence I had never seen in him. He plunged in and out of her arsehole, faster and faster, harder and harder.

"Beg me again, you slut. Beg me to fill your dark hole with my spunk."

"Please, sir. I need it. I need your big cock up my tiny arsehole. I need you to fuck me hard. Fuck me, sir! Please, sir! Fuck me! Fuck my big, fat arse with your big, fat cock."

Andy obviously couldn't take any more as I watched his whole body tense and he gave one final push into the mountain of flesh kneeling before him.

"I'M CUMMING! I'M CUMMING! OH GOD! I'M CUMMING UP YOR ARSE!"

Chapter 5

As he slid from Jane's arse he had no way of knowing that his boss was sliding out of Aileen's previously virginal anus as he had decided that it was only fair he and Aileen should join in. When Andy walked in a short while later he could tell by way she was now tied, with her ankles secured next to her wrists on the headboard, her mouth gagged, and Kevin's spunk running out of her ravaged arsehole that she hadn't enjoyed her last piece of action one little bit.

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"Let's take a walk in the woods." It sounded like a great idea at the time and it started out pretty well.

Jim and I drove to our favorite hiking area, parked deep in the woods on a service road, and walked further into the woods.

We had packed our backpacks with the usual – snack bars, water, even a small first aid kit. We weren't exceptionally familiar with all the details of the woods, but we loved to hike and it was a great day for being outdoors. The air was soft and quiet. The birds and other fauna provided a constant backdrop of sounds. Occasionally in the distance we could hear ATV enthusiasts gunning their engines on an off-road trail.

Several hours into the walk we stopped and sat on a fallen tree chatting and munching on trail mix and snack bars. Did I mention that being deep in the woods tends to make us horney?

We kissed. A soft, warm kiss evolved quickly into a full exchange of tongues. Jim's kisses trailed lightly from my lips, across my cheek and down my neck. I threw my head back giving him access to my throat. He is a wonderful, passionate man. His lips and tongue were exploring all my exposed skin, even down to my fingertips. Not wanting him to stop, I unbuttoned my shirt slowly giving him access to ever more skin.

He took advantage of each new reveal of skin saturating it with kisses, exploring it, tasting it with his tongue.

I pulled my shirt from my jeans and lay back on the fallen tree. The shirt fell free leaving my navel open for him to explore as he had the rest. The soft kisses, his warm breath, and the damp line left by his tongue thrilled me. I wanted it never to stop. I had goose bumps everywhere. My panties were damp.

I struggled to unbutton my jeans to give him more room for exploration. "Do you want me to take your jeans off," he whispered.

I could say nothing. I didn't want to break the spell. My hips moved as though on their own. No further response was needed. He slowly pulled my jeans lower. His tongue and warm breath covered each newly exposed inch of skin. He was following the direction of the arrow made by the open zipper. It pointed to exactly where I wanted that tongue.

I squirmed as he pulled the jeans further down. I felt the soft old bark of the tree on my bare butt. I remembering telling him to hurry and "take them off." This caused a brief pause in the spell as he struggled with my hiking boots. As he unlaced my boots, I shrugged off the shirt.

I spread my legs to show him the tiny diamonds of moisture that clung to hair clustered at the entrance. "If I take off my bra, will you suck my tits?" I asked coyly. His smile was all the encouragement I needed. With the bra off I told him not to forget to suck on my pussy as well. I dropped my bra on the pile of clothes and lay back on the mossy old tree.

He started over again at my forehead. Moving slowly down he kissed my closed eyelids, my face, my cheeks, my lips. His tongue and warm breath made every inch of me feel special.

Lightly with his fingers he caressed my breasts finally taking the now swollen nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard on them bringing them to maximum sensitivity. I felt as though my pussy was gushing. I squirmed. I wanted him in me, but I knew I'd have to wait.

With all that additional skin revealed he covered areas not previously attended to leaving goose flesh where ever his tongue went. Frequently he returned to my nipples bringing them again to levels of sensation hardly imaginable.

He covered my arms, my tummy, my chest with his kisses. Finally I felt his tongue on my clit. It was electric. My hips responded. I squirmed. He held me fast as the butterfly of his tongue threatened to take me over the top. "Put it in! Fuck me!" I'm pretty sure that came from me.

A hesitation. Noise of clothing. His face near mine. Then his cock slid inside me. I was almost delirious with passion. My hips leaped upwards to claim the entering cock. My pussy grasped it and held on. He pulled back and I wanted to hold on. Then he rammed it forward again and electricity shot from my clit as it collided with his body.

When it came I screamed and he screamed. It went on and on. The woods became quiet.

When it was over I could feel his still hard cock inside me pulsating as if to pump still more cum inside my ravenous body.

We lay there until I came around enough to realize that I was not at all comfortable lying on a log with my boyfriend lying on top of me. "Off," I said and pushed him tentatively upward. He moved away. His cock slid out, limp and wet.

I stood and turned my back to him. Taking the hint he brushed me off paying extra special attention to my butt.

I broke out the baby wipes I carry in my backpack for just such occasions. I handed him one and kept one. We went to work slowly on each other wiping and cleaning. When I'd finished stroking his cock with the damp wipe, he was hard. He cleaned me concentrating on my clit toward the end. I pressed against him hard. He took hold of my butt and raised me just enough for me to slide his cock up where it belonged. We twitched, and shivered, and squirmed for a bit before he set me down and we whispered together, "We'll finish that tonight."

We cleaned up again and dressed. Once again on the trail we held hands until the narrowness of the trail ****** us to travel one behind the other.

After a bit the woods opened to a clearing of grasses and marsh. In the marsh stood several egrets and heron. Cattails made it all the more picturesque. Without a word Jim raised his camera and started through the grass. It was up to his armpits making him look like a swaying bust over the tops of the grass as he closed in for his photo. I waited motionless on the trail not wanting to disturb the birds.

Suddenly Jim screamed. The birds jolted into flight. "What is it?" I yelled as I ran toward him. His answer was only a continuing scream. I was panicked and scared. I had no idea what had happened to Jim, but his cries made it clear he was in a great deal of pain.

A snake? He was bending over fighting with something. As I came up on him I could see he had stepped in an old rusted trap, probably an old muskrat trap. They were illegal now, but this one looked like it might have been long forgotten.

As I neared, he had it open, but was having trouble getting his foot out. I closed in. "Can you hold the trap open?" he asked. "I can't hold it and get my foot out."

I held open the rusted claws of the trap and stood on its base while Jim gingerly pulled his foot free. He was ******** profusely at the sites where the claws had closed.

"Can you walk?" I asked. In response he leaned heavily on me and we started slowly back toward the trail. Once on the trail he collapsed. I put a backpack under his head. Jim's hiking boots had absorbed a lot of the blow and prevented the claws from actually breaking his ankle. I removed his boot and elevated the leg by moving a large rock under it. Out again came the baby wipes and I cleaned up the wound staunching the ***** flow. I assumed that the ******** had been helpful in cleaning out the wound. Jim and I were up on our tetanus shots so he was good there, though the medical folks would undoubtedly give him a booster just in case.

From our first aid kit I gave Jim a bunch of Tylenol and used gauze and tape to wrap the wound.

So far so good. Jim's eyes were closed, but he didn't seem to be in shock. His skin looked normal and he wasn't cold. Just hang out here for a while I counseled myself. Let him recover, and then we'll see how much weight he can put on the leg to determine whether we walk out or not. Without optimism I checked my cell for a signal. Nothing. Where were those four bars when you needed them?

I sat with Jim stroking his hair. He seemed to be doing well enough considering. After a bit he opened his eyes, tentatively. "Did you get the picture?" he asked.

"Yeah," I replied. "The one of you lying here on the path!" We chuckled and held hands. "Wanna fuck?" I asked.

"You'll have to sit on me right her on the path."

"Naw, I don't want to get dirt in my pussy." And so, it continued until Jim actually nodded off. It wasn't a long nap, but I was beginning to be worried that we were losing the light. The one thing I hadn't packed was flashlights. Who would have expected that we'd still be hiking after dark?

When he awoke, he was ready to get up and back on the trail. We weren't lost, but it was a ways back to the car. It would take a while.

I helped him to his feet and we started off. I gave him back his pack after taking everything out of it to lighten it. Even so, my pack wasn't excessively heavy. We made fairly good time with him leaning on me and shuffling along. I found a stick that he could use for a walking stick which helped.

Darkness was beginning to fall and Jim's strength was clearly ebbing. We stopped frequently taking water and resting. The stops were getting closer together and our speed was continuously declining.

With Jim leaning on me we started up a slight incline and Jim fainted. His weight took both of us to the ground. I hit my head on something, probably a rock in the trail. It took some doing, but I rolled him off me and stood. As I was trying to bring him around I became aware of a sharp pain in my head and a general headache. When I put my hand to the point of the pain, I found *****. The wound didn't feel bad to my hand, but it hurt and I needed to stop the ********.

Back to the first aid supplies. Jim came around as I cleaned myself up. Cleaned up was good, but I still felt woozy. A couple of the Tylenol for me and some for him.

Gradually I became aware that the noise of the ATV's was louder than I remembered from earlier. They were closer. A bit of hope. They'd never hear me scream for help, but maybe I could find the ATV trail and get a ride out. Hope swelled within me.

Jim and I talked about it. We recalled from previous excursions that the ATV trail was completely separate from the hiking trail and off to our right. Perhaps a hiking trail intersected it. We vowed to keep watch for an intersecting hiking trail. With that both of us leaning on each other moved slowly forward toward our car and hopefully a ride out to it.

A quarter of a mile or thereabouts, we did intersect another trail which actually had a sign post indicating our trail head as well as pointing to the ATV trail. I left Jim sitting against a tree and started down the trail on my own. Now, without him as a burden, moving much faster. In another quarter of a mile or less I found the trail. My hopes rose hugely and were further buoyed by fresh tire marks on the trail as well as not too far distant sounds of the vehicles themselves.

The trail I was on intersected the ATV trail leaving me with a question about which way to proceed. Should I walk in the direction the tire tracks indicated they were heading or in the opposite direction hoping that they would return to the parking area soon? I chose the latter.

Not far down the trail, I was rewarded with the sounds of approaching ATV's from behind me. I stopped and waited. They appeared moving much too fast. There were two of them, one rider on each. They skidded to a stop as I waved frantically at them.

"Hey, cutie, it's kind of dangerous to be walking this trail. Where's your ATV?" The guy on the lead ATV was speaking and leering at me. If I hadn't needed them, I'd have run into the woods.

I composed myself and exuding as much confidence as I could muster I explained the situation and told them that I'd be very grateful if they would help me get Jim back to our car.

The look that passed between them scared the **** out of me.

"I 'spose we could do that," the one on the lead ATV said. The leer now was so obvious my knees were weak. I was trembling.

"Come on, then, I'll take you to him." I was trying to move them toward Jim as quickly as I could.

"Not so fast," he said with a wink at his still silent partner. "We haven't discussed price."

My mouth dropped open. My body was screaming at me to run.

"We don't carry money when we hike, but I can send you some when we get home," I blurted out.

"Actually I was thinking of something else."

"What . . . ." It was a question, it was a statement and I was so scared it was hardly understandable as I stammered the word.

"Well, what else do you have?" he asked leering still but now looking plainly at my chest. Instinctively I covered my breasts with the palms of my hands and pressed them tightly to me. "Yeah, they might do. Let's see what they look like."

His silent partner was practically drooling as he stared.

There it was now. The stakes were clear. The cards were on the table. It was my call. "If I show them to you, would you do it?" It was all I could do to get the words out. "Maybe we should just try to walk out." I said it more to myself than to the two riders who just looked at me.

They said nothing. I released my breasts dropping my arms to my side. I felt helpless as I looked at them. I felt naked.

A motion of the speaker's head was the only response, but they both looked at me expectantly. I capitulated and undid the first button. "I'll show them to you, and then we have to go." There was no confidence, only hope in my voice.

The second button fell open. My arms felt like lead, my fingers were numb.

The third button. A motion from the leader which clearly meant "hurry up." I opened the next button, then pulled the shirt to one side and raised the cup of my bra revealing one breast. I put it back quickly and said, "OK, now can we go?"

"Nope, keep going" was the only response.

Continuing, feeling defeated I finished opening my shirt. I stood before them on the silent trail arms at my side.

"Go on," he said.

I raised my bra slowly like a stripper I thought. My breasts fell from the cups. I waited a second, and then replaced my bra. I looked at the ground not wanting to see their faces.

"You're just not with the program," he said with disgust. "Come over here." Defeated I walked the two steps separating us. "Give me your bra." He held out his hand.

"Please, no," I whined, pleaded. His hand was unmoved. I reached around back and began fumbling with the catch. I'd done this a million times, taken my bra off, but never on a trail with two complete strangers leering at me. I simply couldn't get it done.

The mouthy one got off his ATV. "You just need some help," he said and with that he turned me and unsnapped the bra. He'd done it a million times as well. The bra fell slightly forward. He turned me to face him and his friend and pulled the bra off. I put up my hands to cover myself.

He gently moved one of my hands from its protective position and I let the other fall. I stood trembling under their gaze. Without a word he began to fondle me rubbing my breasts and rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger. I didn't move. I looked at the ground.

"Pick up your shirt and bra and give them to my buddy."

I picked up the shirt from the trail brushed it off, took the bra from where it lay on the ground and gave them both to Mr. Silent.

"Give him your pants, too."

I became lightheaded with this latest command and almost fainted. "No . . . no . . . ." It started out as a defiant "no", but deteriorated into a pleading "no".

I leaned against Mr. Silent's ATV and began unlacing my boots.

"You got nice tits, honey." It was the first that Mr. Silent had spoken. Ice formed in my veins. My head spun.

I continued with my boots and handed them to Mr. Silent. I took a deep breath and unbuckled my belt. I released the button at the waist and lowered the zipper. Taking another deep breath, I pushed my jeans past my hips and down to the trail. I hesitated but then stepped out of them. Again I handed them to Mr. Silent.

I was standing barefooted, half naked before these two "rescuers". Only my panties remained. I didn't expect that to last.

"Ok honey, where's your boy friend?"

My god, he was actually going to follow through and get us to our car. Or at least it sounded that way. I gave him the directions to where Jim was waiting.

"Go pick up that guy with the foot problem and bring him to that clearing where we ate lunch. I'll see you there." With this directive from "our leader" Mr. Silent nodded, gunned his ATV and took off in a shower of dirt and pebbles. My clothes went with him.

I looked at my remaining rescuer. "Do you have a name," I asked.

"Not for you to know," he laughed.

"What should I call you, then," I wanted to know.

"Just call me 'Master'. That should do it," again he laughed. "Now before we get on our way you need to do a couple of things for me."

I just stared at him. I couldn't think of much else that would embarrass me more or make me feel more defeated. "What?" I asked.

"Sit on that stump," he said pointing to a stump of a tree that had been sawed down. It was about two feet in height and relatively flat on its surface. I sat.

"Lean way back and close your eyes."

I wasn't sure what he had in mind, but I was pretty sure that I had no real options now. I sat and leaned back.

"Put your hand in your pants and stick a finger in your pussy."

I did. I heard the camera.

"Open your mouth. Look like you're enjoying it."

I opened my mouth and tried to look transfixed. Again the sound of the camera.

"OK honey, come sit on my lap and we'll be on our way."

When I got to the ATV, I found that he had his cock out. It was in full erection. "Come on, sit on my lap."

Things just kept getting more out of hand. I did as he instructed. He positioned his cock so it lay flat under my spread legs. "You get to drive. Just don't go too fast. We wouldn't want anyone to get hurt. Drive it around here in circles. That will get you used to it. Then when you're comfortable, take off back the way we came from."

The operation looked pretty simple. He started the engine and held me at the waist as I experimented with the controls touring the clearing in circles. It was simple to operate. I told "Master" I was ready to go and he pointed the way. No sooner had we gotten underway than I learned why I was driving. He began to run his hands over my body concentrating on my breasts with an occasional foray into my panties where he fingered the lips of my pussy, pinched and twisted my clit, and pumped first one, then two fingers inside me.

He was good, unfortunately. My driving became a bit erratic as I began to respond to his touch.

We arrived at a clearing that seemed to have nothing special to recommend it. "Stop here," he said. "Hop off." I climbed down. He followed producing several pieces of rope from somewhere. He took my arm and directed me to a tree. Without a word, he backed me up to the tree. Still holding the arm he pulled it behind the tree and tied my wrists together.

I wasn't tied tightly and he didn't tie me any further – no rope around my waist or my ankles. "We'll wait here for my buddy."

The clearing was about thirty or forty feet across, not circular, but not square either. It was off the ATV trail by about 200 or 300 feet and quite secluded. There was a carpet of high grass that had been recently trampled, but no other indications of human or ****** occupancy.

The tree he had selected and the way he positioned me left me looking straight back at the route we had taken to enter. I would be the first thing Jim saw as they approached, I was sure of that.

"Master" approached leering. He had replaced his cock in his pants. He began to fondle me again, but this time he kissed my body. He sucked and nibbled my nipples. He had been looking at me naked for so long that I was past the revulsion of invasion. His attentions were so gentle that I actually began to squirm. I was certain that I was to be raped, but I was getting so hot that I began to think it might be a relief if he let me come during the ****.

For the first time he pulled my panties down. Reflexively I moved my legs together. The panties got no further than was necessary for him to expose my pussy. He stepped back and took more pictures.

Shortly we both heard the sound of an approaching ATV. It was almost dark now. Most probably the only ATV left on the trail would be that belonging to Mr. Silent.

Moments later the ATV broke through some high grass not yet trampled. Jim was sitting on, or shall I say, clinging to a fender. Mr. Silent was obviously driving slowly to accommodate the precarious hold Jim had. The ATV came to a stop across the clearing and Mr. Silent hopped quickly off to assist Jim lending him a shoulder just like an old friend. However when Jim's head came up and he got his bearings a look of unbelievable shock crossed his face. He took an ill advised swing at Mr. Silent who was apparently expecting something like that.

He ducked and dumped Jim. Jim rattled off the fender of the ATV landing flat on his back. I yelled to him. He turned and tried to get up on one knee. Mr. Silent was eyeing him cautiously but without any real concern. Jim continued clawing himself upright using the ATV as a crutch.

"What the hell have you done?" He was near hysterical. There was ***** running down his neck from a wound created by the fall. "I thought you were going to take us to our car!"

"I'm OK," I called out in what I hoped would be a reassuring manner. However, I'm sure I didn't look reassuring tied to a tree wearing only my panties.

Master cut in, "Just relax. We're going to take you to your car, but your girlfriend offered to pay us for the ride and we're just going to take her up on her offer."

While Master was making his sarcastic speech, Mr. Silent was half dragging Jim to a tree not far from me. Jim continued to protest loudly, he was almost blubbering in his pain, confusion and terror. Once tied against the tree Mr. Silent stripped off his kerchief and tied it around Jim for a gag. It must taste awful, I thought, having been tied around Mr. Silent's neck perhaps all day. Who knew when it had been clean.

In addition to the gag and having his hands tied behind the tree, Mr. Silent tied a piece of rope around Jim's waist.

The struggle to restrain Jim had taken its toll on Mr. Silent. He sat on his ATV breathing hard and staring at Jim.

"So Jim is your name. Well, Jim, seeing your girlfriend and hearing her offer, I just couldn't turn her down. We'll be leaving shortly and you'll get the medics to look after your foot in no time." As he spoke he came to me and untied my hands. I rubbed my wrists to restore the circulation while Master put the rope back in his ATV. "Before my friend and I get started, I think it's only fair that we show you how grateful we are and let you join in, at least somewhat." He was standing alongside me now and, although he was looking at Jim, he was massaging my ass. He paused in his speech as he explored between my legs from behind. "Take your panties off," he whispered. Without any thought to resist, I did. I straightened and handed them to Master. I was naked in front of three men. I was about to be raped.

Rested now, Mr. Silent began to remove his clothes. I'd never been raped before, and while this was clearly what was going to happen, there was no violence to it. Both men were calm, only Jim was thrashing about in his bonds. I was surprisingly calm. Master had resumed running his fingers between my legs from behind. I actually liked what Master was doing. I opened my stance to give him better access. His fingers gently probed inside me while his thumb made my clit vibrate with anticipation.

He leaned close to my ear. His tongue lightly outlined the edges. He inserted it. I was about to explode. Suddenly with a slap on my ass he whispered, "Run over there and take Jim's pants off. We're going to let him fuck you after we're done."

Minute by minute, stroke by stroke I was more in Master's power. It was almost like being **********. This last news actually pleased me.

I approached Jim. He watched me come to him. "He wants me to take your pants off." That was all I said. Jim became still. I unbuckled his belt and opened his jeans. I kneeled and untied his boots being very careful as I removed the one on the injured side. I slid his jeans off. I was careful not to hurt the wound as I pulled first his jeans then his underwear over the increasingly painful area. I stood now and caressed his cock. It responded quickly. I knelt again and used my tongue all around his groin taking his cock fully in my mouth.

I rose and kissed Jim holding and caressing his cock. "He's going to let you fuck me," I confided softly. "You can have me any way you want," I added knowing that Jim might have some very interesting ideas.

Jim's erection was at its peak when I heard Master call me in a low voice. I turned and saw that he had spread a blanket out and was undressing. All the men were beautiful. They were well muscled with powerful looking cocks. Each of them would have me.

I went to Master and lay on the blanket bending my knees and spreading my legs in welcome to Master's hardness. He knelt between my legs. He covered my pussy with soft kisses then began sucking on my clit. I squirmed and bucked. "Fuck me, fuck me," I know I must have said it a thousand times as he worked his way up my abdomen and across including my breasts, my nipples, then my mouth before I felt his cock enter me. I grabbed his ass and rammed his cock home. I'm almost sure I was screaming. My head was light I couldn't get enough.

I felt him come, but he didn't stop his motion in and out of my over stimulated pussy and I kept coming. Suddenly he rolled off and before I could cry out for him to get it back inside Mr. Silent slid in my well lubricated pussy. I grabbed his ass and ****** his cock in as deep as I could. He moved more slowly but also continued even after I felt his cock explode inside me. He continued as I came several more times slowing down with each orgasm.

Eventually he rolled off. With Mr. Silent no longer blocking my vision, I saw that Master had brought Jim over. Jim was now fully naked . . . and hard. Master was supporting him. Both looked at me. "He's going to have to lie on his back while you work your magic on his cock."

I moved to give Jim a place on the blanket. With Jim on his back I began at his lips and slowly worked my way down his chest all the while working his cock and balls with one hand. My lips arrived at his cock. I tasted him, took his cock part way in my mouth, sucked it and let it slide out. I licked his balls until I felt him tighten and heard the familiar moans that told me he was about to explode.

I wanted all his cum. I took his cock deep in my mouth running the butterfly of my tongue across the tip and down the underside until he erupted. I sucked until he had stopped spurting and was going limp. I kissed him from his cock to his lips and lay on top of him feeling his warmth, enjoying the glow of having been well fucked.

Eventually Master said in that soft manner of his, "Time to go."

I stood and went back to my backpack for the baby wipes to clean up. Mr. Silent was holding my clothes. He took advantage of my nakedness running his hands over my body stopping to pinch my nipples lightly then suck and nibble them. He slipped a finger in my pussy and stroked my clit. Then, with a light kiss, he handed me my clothes and whispered, "You are a great piece of ass." I couldn't help but smile at the complement.

Master stabilized Jim as he dressed.

Dressed, we mounted our trusty ATV's. Master asked, "Which way?" I pointed and we headed off toward the car.

Nothing was said during the trip. The ATV's were too loud and there was little to be said. Once at the car they helped Jim inside. I took the driver's seat.

As we left I looked in the rear view mirror to see the two of them standing there watching us leave.

Jim and I said nothing on the way to the hospital. At the hospital we told them about the accident, but nothing about the ****. They tended to both Jim's and my wounds efficiently and we left.

Still nothing was said. At home I helped Jim inside. We went directly to the bedroom. I helped Jim undress, and then undressed myself. I felt Jim's eyes on me the entire time. He lay down. I lightly touched his cock and smiled.

"Blow me again before these ***** knock me out," he said. I did.

It didn't take long for Jim's wound to heal. One Saturday after he was back in peak shape, he came up behind me. Taking hold of my breasts, he nuzzled my neck and whispered, "Let's go for a walk in the woods."

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A Contractor's Unpaid Invoice


My name is James Francis and the following story is true and one that I have found to be continually on my mind sense that fateful early summer day.

I am 42 years old, married to my beautiful wife Jane who is a flight attendant, two college age ********, own a very nice house, two fancy cars and have a great job. I am 5'8" tall, full head of hair, a slim build and am totally straight. I am a salesman for a medium sized national company, but my travel is fairly limited so I can work from home on occasion.

This particular Thursday, I had made all of my sales calls from home by 11:00 AM and had finished an inspection of the renovations that were recently completed on our home. I had some difficult discussions; well you can call them arguments, with the general contractor. In the end, I refused to pay his full price as some of the work was shoddy and some of the work had to be re-done several times. Ultimately, we did not part on good terms and I could never recommend his work to any of my friends. That was unfortunate because Peter, the general contractor, was a close friend of ours as we had had him in our home for barbeques on several occasions.

That day, I had been surfing the internet from my home office computer and was looking at several of my favorite porn sites that I visit when Jane is out of town as she was this particular day on a trip that had taken her to the Far East for two weeks. Our two sons were on summer vacation and were staying with Jane's parents in Texas. So, I had the run of the house and thought that I deserved some alone time. As I was reading a story from a non-consent/reluctance website, I became quite aroused and quickly slid out of my gym shorts and jock strap. I began to stroke my cock as I read the story about a wife who falls prey to contractors and how they made her their sex slave while her husband was out of town. I stripped off my tee shirt and slowly pumped my cock bringing myself to the brink of an orgasm. I decided that it was too early in the day to have an orgasm when I had the rest of the day and evening to myself.

It was sunny outside so I decided to take in some rays in my new black thong bathing suit so that I could maximize exposure to the sun. I then spread sun tan oil over the parts of my body that I could reach and slipped on my Raybans. It was not a particularly hot day, but a day in which I could get a good start on my summer tan. I opened a bottle of corona, sliced a lime and went to our secluded patio just outside our family room. I had a good book and started reading while lying on my stomach. I just could not get into the book as I kept remembering the way the construction crew ravaged the slutty housewife, making her beg for cock and satisfying their every need. I was pretty turned on, my cock was hard again and I felt like taking advantage of the privacy.

I went back into the house, found my secret stash of sex toys and because I was so horny, selected an eight inch black butt plug that I had purchased at one of those adult novelty stores one weekend when Jane was away. I slid my thong down to my knees, lubed the black plug, bent over the sink and then slowly twisted the plug into place. I pulled up my thong to hold the plug firmly in my ass, went to the kitchen, opened my second corona and headed back out to the patio. As I finished my corona, I felt ***** creeping in so I quietly dozed off with my last conscious thought of the wife with a cock in her ass, pussy and mouth.

Suddenly, I was awakened by pressure on my asshole as I was slowly brought to my senses from the sexual and beer induced nap. The pressure on my ass intensified and as I turned to see what was causing the pressure I discovered that it was the contractor, Peter along with four of his employees and he was ******* the plug deeper into my ass with the ball of his foot. I struggled against the pressure from Peter's foot as my arms and legs were grabbed roughly by the men and they were ****** into a spread eagle position face down on my sun mat. As Peter was continued to ***** the plug in and out of my ass with his foot, he told the men to pick up the cum slut and lay her across the teak wood end table. As I was held in place by the rough hands of the workers, I felt rope being wrapped around my waist securing me to the table. When I was completely secured to the table, I felt rope being tied to my elbows and my arms were drawn backwards and the rope was then tied to my knees.

In that position I was strapped down on the table with my ass completely exposed, my black butt plug in and thong still in place, legs and arms tied together with my waist secured to the table. Peter then informed me that he intended to extract payment from me for the remaining amount still owed under the contract. I yelled and cursed at him saying that there was no way I was going to submit to his ****** tactics and that he should just leave before any further laws were broken by him and his thugs. He said, "James, I will give you one more chance to make the payment or I will make your life miserable." I once again yelled at Peter and even spit at him to show my steadfast refusal to comply with his demands.

With that, he ordered Miguel to take the butt plug out of my ass and put it in the cum slut's mouth. I felt my thong being grasped by Miguel's strong hands and it was ripped off of me in one quick motion. Miguel took the flat end of the butt plug and pulled it from my ass with an audible plop. Miguel moved around in front of me, put the plug to my lips and demanded that I open my mouth. I shook my head from side to side and refused to open my mouth, which would have allowed him to ***** plug, covered in my anal juices, down my throat. Right then I felt the sting of a belt swung by Jose across my bare and exposed ass. My ass was on fire, but it continued to absorb the ****** punishment doled out by Jose and his beaded, four inch wide belt. On what I thought was the fifteenth lash, I opened my mouth to scream, which is when Miguel ****** the eight inch black butt plug over my lips and into my throat. Thankfully, Peter instructed Jose to stop the assault on my ass for now.

I could barely breathe as the plug almost completely blocked my air passage way with its circumference and length. While Peter was standing over me, he said that it was a mistake to not agree to pay him and today was a down payment on what was due to him and his company. Peter then looked at Michael and asked him, mouth or ass? Michael said, "Come again?" Peter told them all that James here is going to be our little cum slut from now on and Michael, as you are the newest member of my team, you get first choice as to getting a blow job from this cheap slut or fucking the slut's ass. So, which will it be? Michael appeared to be taken aback by the idea of having sex with a man, so he chose a blow job.

Before they started in on me, Peter told Juan to go out to his truck and get the camera and video recorder as he wanted to record everything we are going to make this slut do to please us today. When Juan returned, Peter handed him a corona that he had taken from my refrigerator just as he had done for Miguel, Jose, Michael and himself. I noticed that there was a sixth corona sitting on the patio in front of me and I soon found out what the purpose of that beer was.

With his camera in hand, Peter instructed me to push the butt plug half way out of my mouth. I refused to do anything that he demanded and I was quickly reminded of my predicament when I felt the sting of Jose's belt once again across my aching ass. I quickly complied with Peter's demand, pushed the plug about half-way out of my mouth and held it there as Peter took several pictures of the plug extending from my mouth. Peter then told Michael to take the plug from the slut's mouth and set it on the ground in front of her.

There was that word again, her. I wondered what he meant by that as he knew I was not gay or feminine at all. Peter took the remaining corona bottle and held it to my mouth instructed me to take a big swig, but I was not to swallow, but to rinse the inside of my mouth so that Michael's cock would not be soiled by the juices from a cum slut's ass. When I completed this task, Peter instructed me to let the beer flow back into the bottle. Peter then took the bottle and without lubrication or preparation, ****** the long neck into my ass that had been stretched by the eight inch black butt plug. I could feel the pressure of the corona top as it massaged my prostate and the cold contents of the bottle emptying into my bowels. At this point, I felt a strange sensation start to creep into my body as the bottle stimulated my prostate and the constant *********** had started to cause my cock to harden.

The whole group began to laugh and call me a slut as the beer leaked down the neck of the bottle into my bowels. With the bottle still securely plugging my ass, Peter instructed Michael to drop his pants and give this slut what he wants and needs. James may not know it now, but after we are done with the cum slut today, she will be our cock slave to be used when ever and however we chose to use her. As Michael unzipped his pants, the men gathered around to watch him assault my mouth. Michael stepped out of his pants and boxers; I was face to cock for the first time in my life. As Michael leaned toward me, the tip of his cock rested against my lips, but I refused to allow him to put his semi-erect cock in my mouth. Right then, I felt Jose's belt wield its terrible pain as he lashed my ass again. I yelped at the pain which gave Michael immediate access to my mouth and he successfully sunk his cock all the way in as I felt his pubic hairs against my nose.

Peter leaned in and told me that I had better not bite Michael's cock while I was sucking him. I tried my best to ***** the cock out of my mouth with my tongue, but Michael kept the pressure up and I could feel his cock beginning to harden completely as he fucked it in out of my throat. After about 5 minutes, I felt Michael's cock harden even more; he ****** his cock all the way to the back of my throat and erupted sending hot jism into my stomach for the first time in my life. As Michael slowly pulled his cock from my mouth, he patted me on the head and told me I was a pretty good first time cock sucker. Peter told Michael to put his cock back up to my mouth and he ordered me to lick the last remnants of his come from the tip of his cock. As I did this, I heard the familiar click of the digital camera as I swirled my tongue around Michael's now semi-erect cock. For some strange reason, having the cock in my mouth and being further degraded by the moment being captured in digital form, I felt my cock getting harder by the moment. I tried to think of baseball or anything to suppress the feeling, but to no avail.

When Peter was satisfied that I had completed my task to take all of Michael's cum, he told Miguel to take the bottle from my ass because as it was Juan's turn to choose between my mouth and ass. Juan chose my ass as he did not want to be sloppy seconds in the cum slut's mouth. Looking down at my exposed ass, Juan blurted out that the cum slut is turned on and reached down and squeezed the head of my hardening cock. Peter then said, "See I told you guys that she was a cum slut and that we would have no problems in having the slut satisfy our needs and demands." I then felt Juan behind me and as I heard his zipper being lowered, I closed my eyes for the expected pain from the first cock to penetrate my ass. In one swift motion, Juan buried his already hard cock completely to the hilt into my ass. His cock was not as long as my butt plug, but it was at least the same girth as I felt my ass being stretched with every thrust Juan made.

As I was concentrating on not allowing Juan to split me in half, I felt a cock being pushed against my lips and without even thinking, I accepted Jose's fully hardened cock. Jose and Juan settled into a rhythmic fucking motion so that whenever Juan's cock buried in my ass, Jose's cock buried down my throat almost causing me gag. After what seemed like an hour, I felt Jose's hands on my head and Juan's hands on my ass when each of their cocks erupted sending hot cum deep inside my bowels and as well as joining Michael's cum in my stomach. Before Juan and Jose removed their cocks, I heard the clicking of Peter's camera once again as he took close ups of the cock in my mouth and the cock in my ass. To get a better shot of the cock in my ass, Peter told Jose to turn the slut's head towards the camera and make him look back towards Juan. In this position, Peter was able to get a picture of the cock in my mouth as well as the cock inserted into my ass.

After Peter was satisfied that he had adequately documented my first anal fuck, he told Jose to untie my arms and knees. He warned me to not attempt to escape or I would feel the wrath of Jose's belt once more. As my arms swung free I was able to shake them to get ***** flowing back into my hands and the feeling was returning. Peter then instructed Jose to man the video recorder and to make sure that he gets plenty of shots of the slut's face and mouth as he begs me to fuck his ass. With that, Peter stepped out of his clothes and I immediately see his fully erect cock which looks to be at least nine inches in length. But, what was more concerning was that the girth was about the size of the barrel portion of the corona bottle.

To my utter shock and dismay, I saw a corona bottle being handed to Peter and it was then slammed into my ass. I felt the cold liquid drain from the bottle filling up my anal passage and emptying deep into my bowels. Peter ****** the bottle deeper into my ass and he asked me if I was ready for him to fuck me. I shook my head no and struggled to close my ass cheeks around the bottle. Peter said that I have a cure for that and ordered Miguel to lie under the table and to take the slut's cock into his mouth. By this time, with the stimulation of the bottle against my prostrate, the beer that I had consumed and now the feeling of a warm mouth around my hardening cock I struggled to keep from moaning out loud. Peter began to twist and turn the bottle in my ass as he slowly fucked it in and out of my ass. Peter kept telling me to just enjoy it because he knew that deep down I was a cock slut and that I should just accept the fact that I needed cock and I wanted to be their cum slut. Miguel's actions on my cock were driving me crazy and I begged him to stop, but Peter told Miguel to squeeze the slut's balls as he was sucking me even as Peter continued to ***** the bottle almost all the way into my ass. All that stimulation was having a terrible effect on my determination to not give in to these men, but without even understanding how or why, I let out an audible moan, which Peter heard.

Peter then said now you are feeling it and you know what I need from my slut. Tell me what you want slut, tell me what you want me to do to you, tell me you are a slut, that you want cock and we will give it to you. He ****** me to take my hands and reach behind to spread my ass checks for him. When I don't comply immediately, I feel a harsh slap across my ass cheeks. Spread your ass checks you cum slut and do it now. I complied with his instructions and was just about to cum when he told Miguel to stop sucking the slut's puny cock. I could not believe that I was on the edge of an orgasm, but now there was no relief for me. I begged Peter to let me cum, but Peter told me that cum sluts have to satisfy their masters before they are allowed to cum. Once again he ordered me to tell him that I was a cum slut and needed cock. Finally, I succumbed to all of the physical and mental stimulation, the constant ***********, the pain in my ass and I begged for Peter to fuck me. Peter said that was not the correct way to beg for anything and I felt the sting of several hard slaps to my already aching ass. I quickly said, "Master please put your hot cock into my ass pussy and fuck me like the slut I am. Please, Master I need your cum deep inside me."

Peter then pulled the bottle out of my ass, replaced it with his nine inch rock hard cock and began to ******** fuck my ass. As he was fucking me, I begged him to fuck me deeper and to please let me feel his hot jism in my ass. At that point, Miguel ****** my lips apart and started fucking my mouth with a cock about the size of Juan's. It was not long before Miguel was readying to cum. Peter told him to shoot his cum all over the cock slut's face and make sure that Juan gets some good shots of the cum on her face. Miguel's cock erupts shooting his hot jism all over my nose, lips, chin and on my eyelids. I can hear the digital camera clicking away as Peter instructed me to lick the cum off of my face. Of course, Juan captured my every tongue lick with that damned camera. About that time, I felt Peter intensify his assault on my ass as he grabbed my hips and ****** his cock deeper than any previous thrust. I then felt his cock erupt deep in my ass and his hairy balls lying next to mine. With all of those stimulations, my cock erupted and my jism splattered down onto the concrete patio.

From this point on, I kind of blacked out, but I feel confident in the realization that I probably was ****** to suck all five cocks as well as take all five cocks in my ass at least two times. It was almost 7:00 PM when I came around and Peter was the only one of my tormentors that remained. I was no longer tied to the table, but I was still draped over it and Peter was sitting in a chair right in front of me. He then said to me, "James you are now my cum slut and you will do as I demand for as long as it takes for you to pay your debt in full. You are going to regret treating me the way you have and for not making full payment to me when I presented you with the correct invoice." With that, he leaned over and ****** a video tape into my mouth, walked behind me, jammed my butt plug back into my ass and patted me on my ass. Before he left, he turned and told me to expect him to call me from time to time. If I do not comply with his demands, then all the people from my address book in both my home computer and blackberry will receive very interesting pictures and videos of a cum slut in service to her master.

I was finally able to drag myself off of the patio and gingerly step into the shower. As the water hit my blistered ass I yelped in pain as I remembered the lashing that I took from Jose's beaded belt. I was able to find some antiseptic cream that Jane had used on the boy's cuts and scrapes. Initially, the cream burned like hell, but in a few minutes I felt it cool my sore ass. I climbed in to bed and drifted off to ***** wondering why my cock was still throbbing.

My name is James Francis and I am a 42 year old married man, with a wife (Jane) who is a flight attendant, two college age ******** and all the trimmings of an upper middle class family. My troubles began when I did not pay the full amount of an invoice charged by my contractor, Peter, and his efforts to make me pay what was due.

Last Thursday Peter and his construction crew had paid me a visit and had beaten me, tied me up and raped me repeatedly. During the attack, Peter had taken pictures of what happened and video recorded my reactions to the attack. I had to call in sick on Friday as I was unable to go to work because of the pain inflected by Jose and his belt as well as the rough sex that had been ****** upon my mouth and ass. Jane was in the Far East for a two week trip and training session with her airline employer. I lay around the house all weekend allowing my body to heal, but also reliving the events on Thursday and how they affected me. I could not believe that I had been ****** to service five men and at some point my body relented. As the attacks on my mouth and ass continued, I began to enjoy the ***********, stimulation and ****** sex at the hands of Peter. I had to get that out of my mine though as I was returning to work and had to have clear thoughts.

On Monday, I was able to drag myself out of bed, do my morning processing and gingerly dressed for what was sure to be a long day. As my ass was still very tender from the ***** from Jose's belt, I felt that maybe silk underwear would be a softer fabric to touch the aching skin of my ass. Because Jane and I are basically the same size, I was able to find a nice pair of string black bikini panties to wear. As I pulled them up to cover my ass, I noticed how nice they felt against my skin. I completed dressing in my suit & dress shoes and headed in to the office. I was able to slip into my office without anyone noticing the gingerly way I walked and I gently sat down on my leather chair. My day was going pretty well as I had attended the weekly sales meeting, met with my boss, sat down with a couple of the other sales representatives and had just settled down with my first cup of coffee, when my phone rang.

As I answered, a chill went down my spine as Peter said, "Good morning slut. How is that very tight ass of yours and did you think of me all weekend?" I could not believe that he was calling me at the office. I immediately told him that this was my work line and that he had no reason to call me at work. Peter then said, "Slut, I will call you whenever the urge strikes me. And you know what; you will take my call immediately. If you don't, I have some very special pictures and videos of you that I think your wife as well as your employer would be shocked to see." I told Peter that I figured that I had paid my debt in full based on the number of times that he had made me suck and fuck him as well as his crew. Peter quickly told me, "Slut, you are mine for as long as I say you are mine. When I determine that you no longer suit my needs, I will then tell you that your debt has been paid in full." I then told Peter that I can not live that way and that he should just leave me alone.

Peter then told me, "Slut, check your phone as I have sent you a text message with an attachment. I believe that you will find it very interesting." I picked up my phone and sure enough, I had a text message. When I clicked on the link, I found Peter's note telling me that I was his and that I should be thankful to have such a good master to take care of a cum slut like I was. I then clicked on the attachment and to my horror it was a picture of me that clearly showed me with a cock in my ass and a cock right in front of me as it was shooting cum all over my face. I went back to my office line and asked Peter what his intentions were with that picture.

Peter said, "Slut you are not in a position to question anything I do or say. As my cum slut, you will do whatever I tell you to do whenever I tell you to do it!" For added emphasis, he told me that he was going to forget the whole thing and send out that picture as well as several others to everyone in my phone address book, with the title, "My little cum slut gets what she deserves." I then begged Peter to not do such a thing and that I was sorry for not knowing my place. I told him that I did not want him to send the pictures out and that I would do whatever he said if he agreed to not send them out. Peter then said, "Ok slut, I believe you. Meet me at noon today at Harry's Pub and do not be one second late or you will regret it!"

I had been to Harry's only one time. It was not in a very good section of town and was one of those old rundown strip clubs where the not so young strippers went as their careers came to an end. As I calculated, it would take me 30 minutes to get there so I thought I had better get some work accomplished before I had to leave at around 11:15 AM. I got caught up in making a couple of my sales calls then I was alarmed to discover that it was now 11:30 AM. I thought to myself, oh my god there is no telling what he will do to me if I am late. I rushed out of the office without evening acknowledging my secretary and bolted for the parking garage. I got in my car and I only had 25 minutes to be in Harry's. I drove like an Indy racecar driver and was most fortunate that the traffic was light for this Monday morning and I was able to park my car right at the front of Harry's. I got out of the car and ran inside to find Peter sitting at a table with three rough looking men that I had never seen before.

As I walked up to the table, I heard Peter say to the three men, "Here is my sissy cum slut now. She is right on time, just like I told you guys she would be. Sissy slut, come meet three sub-contractors that you screwed along with me." Then Peter introduced George who was the roofer on our home, Frank whose company provided the new concrete for the foundation to our new family room and Barry who was the paint sub-contractor. I was stunned that Peter was making me meet these men and I said to him, "Peter, why are you doing this to me?" Peter responded, "What did you call me slut?" I quickly replied, "Master, I am sorry, but I did not know I was required to call you Master in public." Peter said that he was going to let it go this time, but never again because I was his slut all the time...

Right then, Christy, an older waitress in Harry's, walked up to the table with a round of beers for Peter and his friends. Peter then asked me, "Do you still ***** that sissy Sex on the beach shooter, you cum slut?" I said yes Master and Peter told Christy to bring the sissy slut two shooters. While I was waiting on my *****s, Peter told me to call the office and tell them that I would not be coming back today as I was on an important sales call. I called Pamela my secretary and told her exactly as I had been instructed and hung up the phone quickly. Right then, Christy arrived with my sex on the beach shots to which Peter said, "Slut, ***** the first one now!" I took the glass from Christy and immediately threw the contents down my throat, and it was very refreshing as my mouth and throat were very dry as I was nervous because I did not know what Peter had in store for me. Peter then told me to take my jacket and tie off as he did not want his slut dressed up like a proper business man. I took my coat off and hung it on the back of a bar stool and then I took off my Hermes tie and put it in the pocket of my coat.

Then Peter said, "Slut, take the second shot, put it all in your mouth, but hold it until I tell you to swallow." I took the shot glass, it was bigger than the first one, and sucked its contents into my mouth. I stood before Peter and the three sub-contractors with my mouth full of the shot, but this one had a bitter taste that I did not remember a sex on the beach shot to taste that way. Peter told me, "Tilt your head back slut, and slowly swallow the ***** while you imagine holding the mouthful of cum that we are about to give you." I did as instructed and handed the glass back to Christy. Peter then grabbed me by the arm and said lets go back to Harry's private room. Christy, George, Frank and Barry followed us closely across the bar floor to the room at the very back of the bar which was just beyond the one pool table and dance stage. The stage was occupied by a woman in her early 40's with her big tits swaying to some country song that I did not know. The men made catcalls to the woman who flashed a toothy smile back to them. As I was looking at her, Peter jerked my arm and said that sissy sluts should not be looking at women.

Frank, following the group, closed the door to the room as he entered. I noticed that there were only a couple of tall bar tables, a small, four legged table with four chairs, a small couch, ottoman and one half moon shaped booth. Peter instructed me to take my clothes off to which I hesitated a little too long and was met with a sharp slap across my face. Stunned, I quickly began unbuttoning my shirt and took it off. Christy took the shirt from me as I kicked off my shoes and took my socks off. Then I started unzipping my pants and suddenly remembered that I had Jane's black string bikini panties on. As I lowered my pants, Peter said, "Hey look at my sissy slut, she is wearing her panties for me today. Slut are those your panties?" I said "No Master, they are Jane's." Peter exclaimed, "A cuckold in waiting I bet. Does Jane know you wear her panties sissy boy?" I said, "Master no she does not and PLEASE DO NOT TELL her!" Right then, I heard the tell tail click of Peter's digital camera as he instructed me to turn around, bend over and look between your legs at me. Snap, another picture for his files documenting my continued ********** to his demands and desires. As I looked at him, Peter told Christy to bring that new shot for my sissy slut to *****.

Christy handed me the third shot glass and as I felt the contents of the ***** flow over my lips, tongue and down my throat, I heard Peter tell his friends, "Boys, my sissy slut will be ready to meet your every demand in just a few minutes. That ***** contains a small liquid version of what we have called Spanish Fly for some time. Only that ***** is a mixture of a sexual stimulant that horse breeders give their reluctant mares when they have been brought to a breeding farm." I tried to cough the ***** back up, but I was not successful and I heard the four men roar in laughter at the thought of me being ****** to ***** a potion to help stimulate my sexual feelings.

I remembered the sour taste of the second shot and suddenly realized that I had been given two doses of the horse stimulant. I could feel my face begin to redden and I felt my cock begin to stir as the potion began working its magic on me. Peter then instructed Christy to take my panties off. As she knelt in front of me, Peter told her to take the worthless slut's cock into your mouth and give her a nice wake up blow job. As my panties were slid down over my ass and to my ankles, Christy's mouth engulfed my rock hard cock. I could feel the back of her throat each time her nose touched the pubic hair above the base of my cock. My cock is not huge, but it is longer than an average cock and my wife Jane has never ever complained about its size. But, Peter continued to degrade me and tell Christy to suck her miserable puny cock. I could feel Christy's hands on my ass pulling me into her as she fucked me with her mouth. Peter then said to me, "Slut, play with your nipples like any cum slut would. Take them between your thumb and index fingers of your hands, twist and pull on them." As I did this, I felt my body begin to get warm all over as the stimulation from Christy's mouth and from the potion I had been made to swallow.

As I drew closer to an orgasm, Christy began pulling the cheeks of my ass apart as she continued her assault on my cock. Christy found the pouty lips of my asshole and she began to slowly insert a finger inside me. At first her finger was slow to move in and out of my ass, but as the pressure from her mouth on my cock intensified, I found myself pushing back against her finger ******* it deeper into my ass. I heard Peter tell his friends, "See I told you she was a good slut. Watch as Christy puts a second finger up her ass." And just as Peter predicted, I felt a second finger being pushed into my ass by Christy. I began to moan and sway as her oral stimulation and the assault in my ass by her fingers was drawing me closer to orgasm. I started talking to Christy and told her to take it deeper as I am almost there, when Peter chimed in, "Yes suck the slut's puny cock, make her cum in that old mouth of yours, but make sure to catch all of the cum as I have plans for it!" I felt my balls tightening and then my cock exploded into Christy's mouth with gobs and gobs of pent up cum escaping from my balls.

When it was apparent that Christy had sucked me completely dry, Peter told Christy to hold the cum in her mouth until he got the cum slut ready for his first payment of the day. "Slut, get down on your knees and bend over that ottoman." As I did this, Peter told Christy to get down between the slut's ass cheeks and spit her miserable cum on the entrance to the ass pussy. I felt the warm sensation of Christy's mouth against my ass and then felt my cum being spit against my ass. I could feel the cum dripping down against my ball sack and leaking to the floor. Peter said to me, 'Slut, look over your shoulder at me." As I did this, I saw that George was now right behind me with his pants around his ankles. He was stroking his cock and gawking at my cum slimed ass as he moved in closer behind me. Peter told me to grab my ass cheeks and spread them for George's cock. I could not control myself and did as I was instructed. As I was looking back at George, I saw the familiar flash from Peter's camera as well as the menacing look on George's face as his cock was standing at attention at a full 9 inches in length and what looked like three inches in girth. I felt the head of the cock at the entrance to my ass and felt my sphincter muscles try to resist the initial penetration efforts of the cock. As I pulled my ass cheeks wider, George was able to ***** the head of his cock past the entrance to my ass pussy as Peter called it and I felt my ass being stretched by his girth. In one final thrust, George was able to ***** his cock all the way into me as I felt his ball slap against mine. I felt my cock begin to stir again and my mind was swimming with thoughts of pleasure as the effects of the potion began anew to stir my desires.

As George's cock continued its assault into my ass, I heard Peter say to Christy, "Get out of those clothes and make the cum slut suck your pussy in return for your blow job. Make sure you give her a full mouth on kiss to let her taste the cum that still is in your mouth." I watched as Christy dropped her shorts and saw that she had on large granny style white cotton panties. I could see that the crotch of the panties was stained with moisture from her cunt and I could smell her musky scent as her hairy pussy drew nearer to my face. Before making me suck her pussy, Christy leaned down to kiss me, I felt her tongue in my mouth and I could taste small traces of my cum on her tongue. When Peter was satisfied that I had taken all of my remaining cum from Christy's mouth, he ordered her to make the cum slut suck her old pussy. Christy grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth up to meet her dripping pussy lips. I could feel the hairs from her pubic mound as she ground her pussy into my face. Her pussy had a very musky aroma, which seemed to cause me to become even more turned on as my cock was pressed against the ottoman from the ***** of George's thrusts into my ass.

I worked my tongue up and down the full length of Christy's over flowing cunt lips. As the ***** from George's thrusts worked his cock deeper into my ass, my tongue and lips were ****** deeper into Christy's cunt. She began to hump her pussy mound against my lips and nose. I felt her pussy hair against my face and I could tell that she was nearing an orgasm, so I sped up my tongue action against her clit in rhythm with George's fucking action into my ass. Christy grabbed my ears and almost yanking them off, pulled my face hard into her pussy as she began to spray me with ejaculated pussy juice as she screamed from her orgasm. Seeing her reaction, George grabbed me by my hips and he started rocking his body roughly into me. While George fucked me, Peter yelled encouragement to me. "Slut, fuck George's cock and take it deeper into your ass. Tell George what you want, Slut." I moaned to George begging him to fuck me harder and to give me his hot cum, but Peter was not satisfied and said, "Turn around cum slut and look directly at George and tell him what you are and what you want him to do you." As I turned around, I looked directly at George and I said, "George, I am a cum slut and please fuck me harder so that you can shoot your hot cum deep inside my ass pussy." That got George going as his tempo immediately got much faster than before and I could hear his balls smacking against my ball sack as he screamed in orgasm. I felt his cock explode deep inside me, which made my cock erupt in orgasm against the leather of the ottoman.

I lay perfectly still as I felt the last of George's thrusts into my ass and the last bit of his cum empty into my bowels. Slowly George removed his cock from my ass, but it was then replaced roughly by Frank's hard cock. Frank was not wasting any time as he jammed the full length of his cock to the hilt inside of my ass. I could not tell the difference between his and George's cock, but the method he was using to fuck me was much rougher and purposeful that the way George had fucked me. But, the end result was that the stimulation I was receiving from Frank's fuck caused my cock to once again get hard against the ottoman. Frank began to slap my ass in the same places that Jose's belt had caused such pain only last Thursday, with the only difference being there were no studs on Frank's hands. The ***** of Frank's blows was twice as hard as those that I remembered from Jose's belt. Without being told by Peter, I began begging Frank to give me his hot cum. I could tell he was getting close as his thrusts had become quicker and deeper. As his cock buried deeper into me, the last slap across my ass causes Frank's cock to erupt inside my canal. Frank's final grunt accompanies his final thrust into my ass as I feel him lay across by hips. I can feel his cock quiver in my ass and then my cock erupts again against the leather of the ottoman as a result of Frank's stimulation against my prostate gland. I feel Frank's cock begin to soften as he pulls it from my ass with an audible plop. My body begins to shake as I feel the effects of the orgasms on my body and brain, which is when I blacked out.

I was awakened by a pounding in my mouth and in my ass. I tried to move, but I found my legs and arms bound to the table I was laid across. I could not tell who owned the cocks that were ******** fucking my mouth and ass, but I could hear Peter in the room telling the owner's of the cocks to fuck my cum slut harder. Give her what she wants so badly, which is to have her mouth and ass filled with the cum of masculine men and to make her an even bigger slut for hot cum! Both men began to aggressively fuck their cocks in and out of my holes, when Peter tells them, "Cum on her so that I can get some good cum shots hitting on her ass and across the cum slut's face." I feel their movements quicken when all of a sudden both cocks are removed from my holes and I feel eruptions on my ass and face. And, of course I see flashes from Peter's camera as he documents my continuing slide into depravation as his cum slut. Barry, whose cock had been in my mouth, wiped his cum on my face while George's cock spewed the last bit of cum onto my ass and back. Peter then tells me, "Cum slut stick your tongue out lick that cum off of your face." As I begin to lick the cum, Peter continues to take pictures of my compliance to his demands and my submissive desires.

As I surveyed the room while still draped across and bound to the table, I notice that Peter is working on a computer at a desk just in front of me. Pretty soon Peter turns around and tells me that I should pay attention to the screen so that you can see exactly what you have been up to for the past three hours. I thought to myself, three hours and then the screen lined up a slideshow that depicted me as the fuck toy for an endless line of men brought into the back room at Harry's bar. I noticed that I was ****** to fuck Peter while strapped to the table I was now bound to, while I was laying on my back with men holding my feet above my shoulders and for a third time with me laying across the ottoman on my stomach with a black cock down my throat. I was mesmerized by the continuing slide show and I tried to count the number of different men that had used my ass and mouth to serve as a cum deposit, but there were simply too many men or too many loads to count. I then felt my cock beginning to betray me once again as the images continuously flashed across the screen in front of me, which meant I was still feeling the effects of the Spanish fly potion.

I looked around the room to find Peter sitting at the booth and noticed that there was a woman with red hair with her face buried in Peter's crotch. I could see him ******* her head up and down on his cock when I was slapped across my ass. I yelped in pain and looked around to see who was now damaging my ass. Peter introduced my new tormentor as Eddie who was pissed off with me because he was responsible for keeping the back room clean for Harry and I had made such a mess of the room. Harry had told Peter that it was Eddie's day off and that he could not pay him to clean up and that Peter would have to pay him. Peter told me that my ass was Eddie's payment and that he was there to collect his fee.

I felt Eddie's rough hands spread my ass cheeks and then I saw his hand reach into his trousers and pull out the biggest cock I had ever seen. The head was in the shape of a big black mushroom and I knew there was no way that he was going to be able to get that black monster inside me. Peter saw my look of fear and said, "Don't worry slut because while you were passed out we were able to stuff a huge cucumber up your ass that was coated with an industrial strength lubricant that Eddie's garage uses when it works on the chassis's of dump trucks. Sure enough, Eddie's cock buried deeply into my ass with almost no effort on my part to guide him inside my ass pussy.

Eddie settled into a very slow and methodical pace as his cock went deeper and deeper inside me. Eddie told me not to worry that the last four inches of his cock were thicker than the first eight, but that Peter tells me that I can take my time in making you take it all. But, he was lying to me as right then I felt his full weight come crashing down on top of me and the full length of his monster cock almost split me in half. He began to roughly fuck my ass and I felt his hands reach up and grab my shoulders while his ball sack swayed against mine with every thrust. I heard Peter call out to say, "Eddie, quit fucking my slut so nicely. She likes it hard and fast, so give it to her!" That sent Eddie into a fucking rage as he pounded me mercilessly and ****** my body harder against the table. My arms and legs bound to the table screamed for relief as the ***** of his thrusts were causing the bindings to dig into my wrists and ankles.

Eddie continued to pound my ass and I began to ***** my ass back to meet his thrusts in the hope that I could relieve the pain in my limbs. Eddie exclaimed, "Peter you are right, the cum slut is fucking me back just like you said she would." With that I heard Eddie's groan as his cock erupted deep inside my ass. Just as quickly, he pulled his cock out of my ass, came around to my head and ****** his cock into my mouth. Eddie told me, "Slut lick my cock and clean all of your ass juice from it. I do not want it to smell like you're cum slut ass." As he ****** more and more of his cock into my mouth I was nearing the outer extremes on my ability to keep from gagging. Peter then told me, "Slut, don't you dare throw up. Suck that big black monster cock. Let Eddie know that you are my slut and that you crave big cocks." I started moaning and moving my head to meet Eddie's thrusts into my mouth. I could feel his cock getting harder and then without warning, he started shooting his hot cum down my throat. As he was almost through cumming, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and shot the last few drops across my face. Eddie took his cock in his hand and began wiping the remnants of his cum, my ass juice and saliva all over my face.

As Eddie completed my ***********, Peter came to the table and cut away my bindings. He told me to continue lying across the table as he wanted to talk to his slut. Peter pulled a chair up in front of me. Today slut, you have satisfied the invoices for your roofing, painting and concrete contractors. You know that there are several more contractors that you screwed in completing the renovation to yours and Jane's home. You are responsible for making full payment to those companies as well. Or if you don't agree, then I can make Jane arrange for payment of the outstanding invoices. I begged Peter, "Please do not involve Jane in this payment disagreement. I concur that amounts are due, and only disagree with the degree to which you are making me make those payments. I am not a cum slut and neither am feminine. You keep referring to me as a her or she and that is not true."

Peter began again with me, "Slut you are mine for as long as I want you. You will pay whatever amounts I deem appropriate to each of the businesses you screwed over. Different businesses will receive different forms of repayment from my cum slut. Or, you can just tell me to go fuck myself and I will make it my life's work to ruin your career and marriage to the sexy Jane. It is your choice, but make it now." I pleaded with Peter, "Please do not make me do anything more. I have done all that you have asked of me, taken I do not know how many cocks up my ass and down my throat. I do not know how much more degradation I can take. You are making me do things I had never imagined a man could do. Please release me."

Peter then started in on me again by grabbing me by the hair and almost touching my nose with his, "Slut you just do not get it. You are mine. And you know what, I have evidence that you truly are a slut, love cum and take it better than any woman I have seen. So, when I call you my sissy bitch, I mean you are a woman and you are my cum slut. What is it going to be slut, do I make arrangements for your payment to the other businesses or do I ***** Jane to make the payments?" I replied, "No Peter, I do not want you to ***** yourself on Jane and make her take my place. I will do as you demand." Peter responded with a slap across my face and said, "What did you call me slut?" I immediately recognized my mistake and said, "I am sorry Master. I know my place and please accept my apology." To which Peter said, "Slut, if you ever make that mistake again, no matter where we are, I promise you that Jane will suffer terribly. Do you understand?" To which I replied, Yes Master I understand and will not displease you again."

Peter then ordered me off of the table and told me that my day was done. Put your wife's panties back on and get the fuck out of Harry's. I asked, "Where are my clothes Master?" Peter replied, "In your car, now leave." I begged him not to make me leave dressed only in Jane's panties, but he just shook his head and pointed to the door of the back room. I grabbed the panties, slipped them on, steeled my courage and headed out the door. To my utter discomfort, it was now 6:00 PM on Friday night and the place was packed. I got several catcalls and whistles as I headed for the front door. As I reached the door, Christy was waiting there for me. She thanked me for such a good cunt lap and handed my car keys to me. She slapped me hard on the ass while I exited the bar. I climbed into my car and did find my clothes all balled up and tied together with a chain and lock. Damn, I was going to have to drive home in only my wife's black string bikini panties..................

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Summer's Blackmail


Todd Spillers was surfing through the internet as most high school seniors will do when he came upon Wives Who Need Sex. Having just celebrated his 19th birthday, he was taking his new laptop computer out for a spin. His parents had moved a lot during his early years due to his ******** military service so when they arrived in Atlanta, they had held him back in the eighth grade so that he could catch up to the high academic requirements of the new school district and to have the added benefit of being one year older than his competition. In addition to the age differential, Todd's physical stature led to him being the starting left tackle on Smith High School's championship football team.

So, while all of his other friends had received cars, Todd's parents had only promised him a car only if he was successful in receiving a football scholarship. As Todd went through the customary age checks and was able to access the site, he started surfing the site and found a section that guided him to women in his area. He scanned the profiles of women who had pictures of themselves in various stages of dress and clicked on a couple to get a feel for what the women were seeking. He continued down the list until he noticed an ad that said, "English teacher seeking her muse". When Todd clicked on the profile name, no picture came up. He could tell from the profile that there were "private" pictures, but he could not gain access. So, Todd wrote a quick note to the teacher and said that he was a very good candidate for the position of muse because I know what you want as well as what you need. Todd signed his message, Master T. He logged off of his computer so that he could finish his homework, study for his test and hit the sack.

Summer Wayne was surfing the internet on a boring Thursday evening. Her high school sweetheart and husband of 20 years was out of the country on business, her twin sons were experiencing their first semester of college at the state university and her best friend, Lisa, was out having dinner with her husband. Summer has been an English teacher at Smith High School for the past 10 years. She had come to teaching late because she and her husband James had wanted to start a family right away. Summer and James had settled into the good lifestyle of an upper middle class family, nice home, two nice cars, beautiful ******** and a romantic love life. From time to time, Summer wondered if she missed out on the experimentation of youth, but she always had to remind herself that she was a lucky woman to have the life that she had.

Summer was about to log off of the computer when she got a notification that she had an email at her "secret" site. She was nervous and thought about waiting until the next day to open the mail, but she thought what the heck. The email was short but intriguing. The responder was a little too young for her, but she felt flattered that someone that young would find her profile interesting enough to write to her. She wrote back to Master T saying, "Thank you for writing to me. I liked your profile very much. I was just wondering why you would find an older woman like me of any interest. But, just in case you do find me interesting, I have attached a picture for you". Summer signed her response as teach101.

The picture was one that James had made her take getting out of the car one evening. He loved for Summer to show off her sexy legs as well as her panties and this particular shot was from their weekend getaway into the city. She had hid her face because she had to be oh so careful given her job and the impact pictures shared over the internet could have on it. Immediately after hitting send, she felt a slight queasiness in her stomach. She had never ever sent a picture out over the internet, but told herself that her features were protected by the smudging of her face. With that, Summer headed off to take a hot tub bath.

Todd could not go to *****. It was the combination of the test for which he had studied and the surfing he had done on the Wives Who Need Sex site. So, he decided to take one more look at the site. When he logged on, he was surprised to find a response from teach101. He clicked on the mail icon and there it was, a short note and a very sexy picture of a woman exiting the passenger side of the car. The legs were very long, tanned and led up to the bright yellow panties that could be seen through the lens of the camera. Wow, Todd thought, an exhibitionist. He studied the picture a little longer and guessed the woman's age to be late 30's or early 40's. Todd hit reply and wrote simply, "Dear teach101, I found your short note and very nice picture to be quite interesting. I would like to know a little more about you, before I continue to correspond with you so that I can determine if you are right for me. Please forward another picture to me that gives me a better view of what I believe is a very sexy body", signed Master T.

Summer had slowly relaxed in the tub with her bath bubbles and had gone back in her memory to the weekend in the city with James that the picture had brought back into her consciousness. She remembered the look on the doorman's face as he saw her getting out of the car and how she turned red from the embarrassment. But, a bet is a bet and she knew that the weekend with James would be fun and entertaining. The bet had been innocent enough because after all she had a full house, had most of the chips and felt pretty confident because James' cards had been so bad the whole game. When he went all in, Summer knew that she more than covered his bet and because they were playing table stakes knew she was going to beat James and he was going to finally lose to her in poker.

James had said; let's make this a little more interesting. Summer told him that she could not see how it could be more interesting, he was out of chips and had nothing else to bet. James proposed that he meet Summer's all in cover by offering to agree to the weekend at his ************* house if he lost, but if he won, she would agree to a weekend in the city where she would wear whatever James wanted her to and to do anything he asked of her. Summer quickly made the call because she knew then James was bluffing because he did not get along with her ****** at all. Summer turned over her three queens with tens. She got a sick feeling when she looked into James' eyes and she was shocked to see four Kings lying on the table before her. To say she was stunned would have been an understatement. That is what led to the first of many pictures on that weekend as well as lots of flashing, secret touching and ultimately leading to Summer experiencing her first threesome.

It had happened in a sports bar next door to the hotel while the NFL playoffs were on. James had made Summer dress very sexy, almost slutty. James made her put on her red shelf bra which did not cover her nipples, the matching red string thong, black back seamed thigh hi hose, white button sweater, short black skirt and 4 inch fuck me now black pumps. Summer was to go in and find a seat at the bar and order a *****. She was required to make sure that her skirt was hiked up so that anyone paying attention could see the tops of her hose. Just as her ***** order came, her phone buzzed as she had received a text message. It was from James telling her how sexy she looked and how proud he was of her. Summer smiled to herself and took a couple of gulps of her gin and tonic as she was nervous and because she had never sat at a bar by herself in her life.

Summer was startled by movement behind her and she noticed that two men had sat down on the adjacent bar stools. As she was facing the bar, they had a pretty good view of her legs and she could feel their eyes looking at them. Nervously, she crossed her legs and tugged at the hem of her skirt, cursing James under her breath as there was no way to fully cover the tops of her hose while sitting. Summer jumped when she felt a soft touch to her arm as it was the closest man asking her for a napkin. As she reached up to the bar to grab one, her ass lifted off of the stool, which made her skirt ride up a little higher. The man thanked her and introduced himself as Bill and his friend Mike.

About that time, Summer's phone buzzed again. It was another message from James. She ignored it for the moment as she was lost in her thoughts trying to not be too self conscious about the skirt, the hose and the men next to her. Her phone buzzed again and Bill said that someone was really trying to reach her. Summer picked up the phone and read the message:

Summer, you are not allowed to pull the hem of your skirt down. For this transgression, you are now required to turn towards the two men and you are to uncross your legs giving them a good view of your panties.

She knew that she had to meet this demand because she had promised and she did not want the weekend to start off badly. So, she slowly turned towards Bill and said that it was just a girlfriend telling me that she could not meet me today. As she said this to Bill, she uncrossed her legs as she had been instructed. She leaned over to Bill and asked him where he and Mike were from and what they were doing in the city. Bill said that they were there for the game on Sunday as our local team was his favorite team. Summer saw him look down at her legs and when she did not cross them, he smiled at her and asked if he could buy her a *****. When the ***** arrived, Bill handed it to Summer and excused himself to go to the bathroom. As he left, Mike struck up a conversation across Bill's bar stool. As James had not allowed her to re-cross her legs, Mike was afforded a direct view up her sexy legs straight to her panty covered pussy.

As Bill rounded the corner heading for the bathroom, he ran into James. They exchanged handshakes and James asked him what he thought of Summer. Bill was very excited to meet her and that all of their email traffic could not have accurately described how sexy and lovely she was. James told Bill that he should continue and begin pushing her even more sexually. James handed Bill a velvet bag and a note. James told Bill to slip them into Summer's pocketbook without her noticing.

As Bill retuned to the bar, he saw that Summer and Mike were in a deep conversation. He was able to come up behind them and was successful in putting the bag & note into Summer's pocket book. He returned to his seat and as he sat down, he placed his left hand on Summer's crossed leg. He knew that Summer had broken one of James' rules, but for the moment he let it go. Just then Summer's phone buzzed again. It was another message from James telling her to go into the bathroom, open her purse and read the attached note. Summer excused herself to go to the bathroom, but as she got down from her bar stool, she could not help but to give both Bill and Mike a direct view of her red thong panty.

James' note told Summer to take the egg out of the velvet bag and to insert it into what he was sure was a very wet pussy. As Summer slid her red thong down her legs, she noticed a slight wet spot in the thin material that been between her legs. The wetness she found in her panties was matched by the juices she found on the lips of her pussy. As Summer began to insert the black egg into her pussy, she noticed how easily it slid in and how full it made her feel. James' note also told her that he was now in the bar, but that she could not see him, but he could see her. He said that he was not pleased that she had crossed her legs and that he would deal with that discipline issue in a short while. James's note also instructed Summer to unbutton all of the sweater's buttons except for the two buttons right at her breasts. In this way, anyone looking will have a direct view of your cleavage, and if you see someone looking, you are to bend forward giving them an easier view.

Summer returned to the bar stool only to find that Bill and Mike had put her stool between them. As she sat down, she remembered James' instructions and made sure that the hem of her skirt was at the top of her hose. About that time, the egg in her pussy erupted in vibrations causing Summer to groan as if she were in some sort of pain. Bill immediately knew what had happened, but acted like he was concerned that she had hurt herself in some manner. He placed his right hand on her thigh and lightly squeezed as he asked if something was wrong. Summer felt his touch and also felt the vibration of the egg slow to a more manageable sensation. As Bill's hand moved up her leg, he touched the creamy skin of her upper thigh above the tops of her hose. As he did this, Summer put her hand on top of Bill's hand to push it away from her thigh and immediately she felt the eruption of the egg in her pussy. She knew that James could see her and that he was not pleased she had tried to push Bill's hand away.

Bill leaned in to whisper into Summer's ear telling her that she had very sexy legs, beautiful eyes and beautiful breasts. She had forgotten to lean forward so she felt the egg jump into a new and higher gear. The vibrations were bringing her closer and closer to orgasm, but there was no way she was going to cum right there at the bar, or so she thought. Bill moved his hand backup Summer's leg and she casually leaned forward causing her sweater to gape open giving Bill a direct view of her breasts as well as of her now erect nipples. At that same time, she felt Mike's hands rubbing up her back and down to her ass. She did not move as she was fearful of just how powerful the egg was, but she noticed the vibration subsiding back to a more manageable purr.

As Mike was running his hand under her sweater, she felt Bill's hand slowly going over the top of her hose right to her panties. Mike's hand slid down the back of her skirt and was playing with the string of her thong when her phone buzzed again. It was a text message again from James telling her to excuse herself and meet him at the bathrooms. It took several moments for Summer to get Bill and Mike's hands disengaged from her body, but she was only able to do this by agreeing to kiss both of them. The kisses were quite long, deep tongued with the hands of the other man on her all the while. When Summer was finally able to break free, she almost ran to meet James at the doors to the bathrooms. She was so flustered and turned on that she was concerned about losing control.

James asked Summer if she was ready to go back to the hotel. She said "YES"! James said that she had to go back out to the bar and tell Bill and Mike that we were leaving, but that they should come up to our room for a night cap. Summer was stunned and said to James, "How could ask me to do that?" James said, "You made the bet and lost. I am not asking you to do it, but am telling you to do it"! Something inside Summer at that point made her say "yes sir" to James. She headed back to the bar and whispered to Bill and Mike what James had demanded. They could not pay their bill fast enough. On the way up the elevator, Summer could not distinguish which hand belonged to which man. She had a finger in her pussy, a finger in her ass and a finger on her clit. By the time they reached the 24th floor, Summer was a total wreck, skirt around her waist, sweater completely open and lipstick smeared around her mouth. She knew that the evening would be one to remember!

As she thought about that weekend while in the tub, her right hand slowly made its way below the water line, past her mound of pubic hair, found her erect clit and she shivered as her finger found its target. With her left hand, Summer spread her pussy lips which granted better access to her slit. While the finger of her right hand started a rhythmic stimulation of her clit, Summer pressed her now drawn knees against the sides of the tub. Summer moved her left hand up to her breasts and started to squeeze her very hard and erect nipples. She concentrated on her right nipple as it was the more sensitive of her two very erect nipples. She felt her orgasm building. her right hand began to furiously rub her clit and as she reached that peak, she gave the nipple a hard twist and her body exploded in orgasm.

Summer lay in the bath water until it began to chill. Rising from the water she observed herself in the mirror; saw the bubbles from the bath beads still resting on her pubic hair. She began to dry herself and when she patted the bubbles from her mound, she quivered remembering the orgasm that she had just experienced. Summer put on her white silk robe, wrapped her wet hair in a towel, completed removing her make-up and headed for the bedroom when she noticed a blinking light on the screen. She clicked on the icon and an email from her secret site appeared before her.

How dare he say he would determine if I was right for him? Just who does he think he is she wondered. Maybe it was the orgasm or the glass of wine she had had, but Summer wrote back to him:

Master T, I will determine who is best for me and I do not appreciate being written to in the manner that you have. Further, I do not think that we are a match because of your attitude towards me. But, just so you will know what you will be missing, let me tell you about myself. I am a 40 year old woman, 5'8" tall, brunette hair, hazel eyes and a 38-25-36 body. And just so you know what you will be missing, I have attached an even better picture of me so that you can stroke your miserably small cock thinking about an opportunity lost. Summer signed her response, teach101 you lost it muse.

Summer then went into James's secret folder that contained all the pictures from that weekend. She had discovered the folder one day when James had left it open by accident. She selected the picture taken from the side with a reflection from the full length mirror in the hotel bedroom. As she double clicked on the picture to attach it, she sneezed and without knowing it, she had instead attached a picture of her sitting on the bathroom counter. She hit reply on the message and logged off of the computer.

Todd was surprised at the mail notification because he thought it was too late for anyone, especially a ******, to be up playing on a sex site. He clicked on the mail icon and was stunned to find the picture as it had been sent by Ms. Wayne, his English teacher, the same teacher who was making his life difficult and ******* him to stay after school to do extra work in order for him to stay eligible to play on the football team. The picture was of her on a bath room counter, legs spread, pussy lips exposed and she was stuffing her hairy pussy with what looked like a 10 inch black dildo. The expression on her face was one of total bliss as she looked directly into the camera lens. And the nasty toned note, what a bitch.

Todd stopped for a moment to think about his options. He could just pass it off and maybe mention it to Ms. Wayne one day after work. But then he had another thought, why shouldn't I take advantage of the situation. I can get a better grade, stop staying after school and teach this bitch some manners. So, Todd downloaded the picture to his computer, copied it to his cell phone and printed two copies. Teach, tomorrow you are mine he said to himself as he got back into bed. He held the picture with one had as he feverishly pumped his raging hard on until he exploded all over his chest. He wiped his cum from his chest, turned off the light and went to bed with an evil grin.

Summer Wayne is a 40-year old wife, ****** and high school English teacher. Summer was recently been introduced to group sex by her husband and she has begun to feel desires and needs that she had never experienced before. Summer had even written an ad and placed it on a Wives Who Need Sex site, just to see what that world was all about. She had had some responses, but last night she had had a response from someone, writing as Master T, who had insulted her. She had written back to him and told him as much in an email in which she told him he was insulting, had forwarded an alluring picture that hid her face, but showed off her other features just to let the prick know what he would be missing.

It was Friday morning, the end of the school week and Summer was looking forward to a weekend alone as her husband was still in Asia and her two college age ******** were at school. Today, she was assigning her students in her four classes an essay project on a favorite writer of hers on a book that had been required reading for the first semester of the year. Summer's students were not going to be happy as they would be writing a minimum1,000 word essay, which was going to count 20% of their grades for the year. The essay would be due in one week and there would be no extensions or an agreement to accept a late **********. Summer always did this for each class, surprise them in the first semester and make it count 20%. The assignment would take her about 7 days to grade and she felt like it was time for her students to understand that English was important and sometimes it was hard work. But in the end, Summer found that giving her students a hard assignment early in the year helped with the expectations she had for the end of the year progress.

As Summer stepped into the shower, she was remembering her bath experience from the night before and her hands began to gently massage her breasts specifically concentrating on her nipples. Summer began to slowly twist and squeeze her half dollar sized nipples as she felt stirrings in her pussy. As she felt the hot water running over her body, a hand slowly made its way over her fluffy mound of pubic hair as it reached her now erect clit. Her middle finger found the most sensitive portion of the clit and began to circle the nub until she could feel herself edging closer to the orgasm that she now craved each morning to get her day off to a great start. As Summer's hands worked her nipples and clit, she started remembering the hands of the two men her husband James had arranged to meet them on their weekend get away and how they had stroked her legs under her skirt in the bar. She began pulling her nipples harder and rubbing her clit faster as she felt herself ready to explode. Summer screamed in ecstasy as her body quivered under the strain of the orgasm and to prevent herself from collapsing in the shower, Summer had to grab the towel rack until the last remnants of her orgasm subsided.

As Summer lightly padded her body dry, she caught the water shimmering from her pussy mound (she had a nice fluffy mound) and thought back to all the times her husband wanted her to shave it. Summer had resisted as she felt like it was too private and the hair was there for a purpose. She believed only sluts and low life's would shave their pussy mounds. She thought it looked very feminine and always politely refused James' request for her to shave her hair away. As Summer sat down to do her make up, her cell phone rang. It was Lisa her best friend calling to remind Summer that she was supposed to meet her for ****** later that evening around 6:00 PM at their favorite margarita bar. Damn, Summer thought to herself as she would not have time to come back home to change clothes today before going out with Lisa because she had an afternoon department meeting and could not miss it.

After finishing her make-up, Summer walked into her closet to select her clothes for the day. She first selected a pink bra and panty set. The bra was quite sheer, but it did provide some coverage for her nipples, but it was flimsy and if she got cold, her nipples tended to stick out a bit. Summer had found that stiff nipples helped get a ***** or two bought for her and Lisa sometimes when they were out together. Next Summer selected a light beige blouse, a matching beige skirt that fell just above her knees that buttoned up the front, then wide lace topped nude thigh hi's and her two inch school heels. After dressing, Summer gave herself one more look see, straightened the buttons on her skirt, picked up her school bags and headed off to school in her convertible BMW.

Summer's day was fairly busy and the moans as well as the groans from her senior English students were prevalent all day. The biggest complaints came from the football and basketball players. The high school was located in a hotbed of athletes and her English course had been a stumbling block for several players in the past. One particular player had failed her class and he had lost his football scholarship to the state university and had been relegated to a smaller school for two years. He had promised to pay her back one day. One of her most troubling students was Todd Spillers. He had great potential, but did not apply his abilities to her course. Todd had always been sort of an enigma to Summer because she felt that he was not reachable for some reason. During her final teaching class period, Summer needed to run to the front office for some supplies and said, "Mr. Spillers, would you please be responsible for the class's deportment for the next 10 minutes?" To which Todd replied, "I will be happy to Ms. Wayne."

As the end of the period arrived, Summer was not back from the office. The class filed out of Ms. Wayne's class room, but Todd remained behind. He had noticed that Ms. Wayne had left her cell phone on her desk and he had a quick thought. When the last of the students had left the class room, Todd took his iphone out of his back pack, took his UBS flash drive and was able to down load all of Ms. Wayne's contacts from her phone's address book. He had just returned the phone to Summer's desk when she walked back into the room. Todd thought to himself that she was stunning and he could not wait to make her his. But, he had to be patient and make sure that he had enough to hold over her head to ensure her compliance with his demands as well as his desires.

At lunch time, Summer's day was basically over. For this semester, her class rotation was four classes in the morning, two hours of planning time and one 45 minute study hall session. As she was preparing to eat her sandwich for lunch, her phone buzzed indicating that she had received a text message. She did not recognize the number and there was no name in the "from" portion of the message. Summer clicked on the message and was stunned to read, "Slut, I cannot believe that you think that you can dump me so quickly without giving me the opportunity to determine whether or not you are worthy of me. But, I do appreciate the wonderful picture that you sent to me of you on the bathroom counter fucking yourself with that large, black vibrator. I bet your husband really enjoyed that show. Tell me slut, does your pussy quiver when you think of that picture?" The text was signed, Master T.

Summer, her hands shaking uncontrollably, could not believe what she was reading. How could anyone have this number? Her phone was never out of her pocket book at school, she almost never gave the number out and the only people who did have it were very good friends of hers. But the reference to the picture on the bathroom counter, made her pause for a moment. She had not sent that picture to anyone. Summer wondered if this was a joke that her husband was playing on her as he was the only person that knew of the picture taken from that weekend in the city. Summer sent a text back to the sender, "I do not know anyone with Master T as a name. And, I for sure have not sent anyone a picture of me like the one you have described. So, James, call me and stop playing with me from overseas". Summer signed it, Teach 101.

Todd smiled as he read his teacher's response. She had no way of knowing that he had been Master T and that he was in possession of the picture that clearly depicted her feeling the final effects of a mind blowing orgasm on that bathroom counter. Todd wrote back to her, "Ms. Wayne, I do indeed have a picture of you and I am attaching it to this message so that you will see the predicament in which you are in now." Signed, Master T.

Summer jumped when the phone buzzed again. It had to be after midnight in Asia and James should be asleep by now. Her face went completely pale and sweat started forming around her lips and on her fore head as she read the message and then clicked on the attachment. "Oh my god!" was all Summer could utter as she could plainly see her face, the black vibrator deep into her mound of pussy hair and her nipple being pulled and twisted by her free hand. She could see that the picture was right as she was cumming and she cursed James for ever taking that picture.

When she composed herself, Summer wrote back to the sender, "I do not know who you are and how you were able to get such a picture of me. I do not appreciate you sending it out over the wireless lines as it may fall into the hands of someone who knows me. How can I get that picture back from you?" Teach 101

Summer Wayne sat at her desk looking for an immediate reply to the most recent text to her unknown sender. But, she did not receive a message for almost thirty minutes. While she waited, Summer could not help but wonder who in the world had that picture, how did they get it and what was it going to cost her to get it back. Her palms were sweating, her heart was beating a hundred times a minute and her breasts were rising and falling to the rhythm of her excited breathing. Then her phone buzzed, "Slut, you indeed did send the picture to me last night. I found it very interesting that you would send such a picture to someone that you were telling to fuck off. Now, what do I do with you slut? I think you are going to have to work really hard to keep me from sending the picture to the webmaster at your school to be posted on-line for all of the ******** and parents to see. That would fix you slut! You should have thought wisely before sending out such a provocative picture not knowing who you were really writing to. Now slut, it is my good fortune to have it and to be able to make you pay me for its return." Master T

Summer quickly texted back to the sender, "You cannot expect me to pay you money for a picture. I am not a rich woman and neither is my husband. We are just an average couple struggling to meet our financial obligations. Also, you cannot possibly think that it is reasonable to send the picture to be posted on a school website. I would be ruined and would risk losing everything my husband and I have worked so hard to attain. Can we work out a reasonable compensation for the return of the picture?" Summer signed it Teach 101.