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Sarah Palin Made Me Suck Cock

You can't miss my house. I have probably the only $20,000 house on a $10 million piece of property in the country. It's a gray, clapboard bungalow surrounded by palm trees and native grasses on the beach in Naples, Fla. Every house around mine is at least three times the height and 10 times as gaudy, everything either post-modern or peach-colored. My neighbors hate me.

I like it that way because they leave me alone. Ever since I struck the lotto, all I do is write my blog, look at online porn and watch CNN. It's heaven.

My blog started as a daily diary about what it was like to go from washing dishes for minimum wage to cashing million-dollar checks twice a year. But I started getting political when Sarah Palin started making her comeback from her 2008 defeat as the Republican vice presidential candidate.

I didn't pay much attention to politics when I was working. But I've tuned in since winning my $184 million only because I've had more time. I quickly found that Sarah Palin stands for everything I'm against. I want to control the flow of guns onto our nation's streets. She wants to arm everyone. I want to protect our coasts for future generations. All she wants to do is drill. I'm pro-choice. She's pro-life. You get the picture.

When I started trashing Sarah, the hits on my blog skyrocketed from a couple dozen a day to hundreds per hour. It was fun to know that people all over the world were reading my stuff. I began to wonder whether Sarah herself was checking it out.

She had an interesting way of letting me know.

I was scrolling through some of my favorite Internet cum shots on a Wednesday or Thursday-- it's easy to lose track when you don't work-- when three loud knocks rattled my door.

The noise scared the hell out of me. No one ever visits me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

"It's your buddy from Alaska," a familiar female voice said.

It couldn't be, I thought. But I had to ask.

"Sarah Palin?"

"You bet'cha," she said.

I tucked my cock back into my pants, buckled my belt and went to the door. When I swung it open, the former Republican vice presidential candidate was standing on my porch, flanked by a pair of Secret Service-type security guards, one of them holding a metal brief case.

"Hi," she said with a smile. "We've got to talk."

Sarah lunged at me before I could even begin comprehend what was happening. She pushed me back, almost knocking me on my ass, and let herself in. The two bodyguards followed, slamming the door shut behind them.

Sarah stood there quietly for a moment with her hands on her hips and a stern grimace on her face. While her eyes scanned my living room, I had a second to digest what was happening and check out Sarah in the flesh. She was much better looking in person than on TV, with longer legs and bigger tits than I would have expected. She wore heavy make-up and a red business suit with a short skirt. Sarah was a total MILF.

But it was clear she was pissed.

"That fuckin' blog of yours is causing a real problem," Sarah said, while pointing at me. "People are starting to agree with you, and it's humiliating. I could lose my job at Fox News."

Still shocked, the only response I could muster was, "Yeah, so?"

"So I've got a solution," she said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"You're gonna quit writing it," she said.

I thought about that for a second. The novelty of having a celebrity in my house evaporated. My anger rose as her demand sunk into my brain.

"Now hold on a fuckin' second!" I yelled. "I've got rights here. First off, you got a lot of nerve coming to this state after the ass-kicking you and Johnny-boy got here in 2008. Second, this is my house. Third, what about freedom of speech?"

"This is politics, bitch," she said. "This has nothing to do with your fuckin' rights or freedoms!"

I'd really had enough.

"Ya know what-- get the fuck out of my house, and take your henchmen with you," I said. "You can read all about this little visit on my next blog entry."

Sarah didn't budge.

"Don't think so," she said.

"Yeah?" I asked. "What makes you so sure?"

Sarah smirked. She obviously had a plan. She knew something I didn't.

"Take off those fuckin' clothes, bitch," she said. "I'm gonna show you the meaning of ************"

I was stunned, unsure how to respond.

"Do it!" Sarah yelled.

The two guards menacingly stepped forward.

"OK, OK," I said. "I'm doing it."

I pulled my Detroit Red Wings T-shirt over my head and flung it in the corner. When I unbuckled my belt, my jeans fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. My boxers were still on.

"OK," I said. "Now what?"

"Take off everything," Sarah said.

I sighed and pulled down my underwear. Sarah gazed at my cock for a long time.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "I'm going to enjoy this."

"What the fuck is this all about?" I asked.

"We're having a little afternoon tea party," Sarah said. "Now get on your knees."

I obeyed.

"Charlie, get me the panties," Sarah said without taking her eyes off me.

The taller bodyguard set his briefcase on my desk and flipped open the front latches. I could hardly believe my eyes when he swung it open. There were no papers, folders or manila envelopes. Instead, it looked like a woman's lingerie drawer. He picked out a pair of lacy, white panties with his thumb and forefinger, then handed them to Sarah. She grabbed them.

Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor three times as she approached me with a twisted smile on her face. Only the ends of the panties were visible with the rest inside her fist.

"You know what these are?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"They're my dirty undies," she said. "My husband, Todd, ate me out through these panties last night. I came all over them not once, but twice. He's soooooo good at sucking pussy. You're probably wondering what all this means to you. Well, I'll tell ya. You're going to suck the crotch and then put them on."

Sarah unfurled the panties and spread them out in front of me with the corners hanging from her fingertips.

"Victoria's Secret," she said. "French cut."

"Very nice," I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

"A smart-ass, huh?" Sarah said. "Maybe you need your mouth washed out with soap."

"Go fuck yourself," I said.

"My, my," she said. "I guess so. Too bad I don't have any soap. All I've got are these cum-soaked panties."

We were eyeballing each other hard. If scorn were a nuclear reaction, we would've blown the entire Florida peninsula off the map.

"Open your fuckin' mouth," she said. "I'm going to teach you a lesson."

The guard on my left was ready to pounce at the slightest sign of disobedience. Same with the the one on the right. My jaw slackened. It was all Sarah needed to jam the crotch of her soiled panties into my mouth. She pulled her hand away and left the garment hanging over my chin. Sarah stepped back, folded her arms and admired her work.

"Now suck 'em," she said.

My tongue ran over the fabric. She wasn't lying about cumming in the panties. I could tasty her salty juices.

"Show me how much you like them," Sarah said. "Moan for me."

My first sound was more of a low grumble than a moan.

"C'mon, bitch," Sarah said. "Do it like you mean it!"

I cranked up the enthusiasm.

"That's more like it," Sarah said. "Charlie, get the camera. Start filming."

The big security guard went to the briefcase and shoved his hand into the sea of lingerie. He pulled out a small video camera and flipped open the side screen, then trained the lens on me.

"OK, boss," he said. "We're rolling."

Sarah came over to me and looked down her nose into my eyes. She leaned over and pinched my nipples, rolling them between her thumbs and forefingers. I felt my cock stiffening. My moans were becoming less reluctant.

"You like that, don'cha, baby?" Sarah asked.

I responded in the affirmative with a deep, genuine moan that started in my guts and vibrated through my body. She gave me a warm, almost flirtatious smile. My eyelids fluttered.

Without warning, her kind face twisted into knots of anger. It was like watching David Bannister turn into the Incredible Hulk. She suddenly dropped my tits and smacked me across the face.

"Fuckin' homo fairy," she said.

The guards chuckled, as if it were an inside joke they'd heard before. Charlie was still filming.

Sarah stepped back and began a strip tease, throwing back her arms and letting her jacket slip to the floor. She reached up and pulled a bobby pin out of her hair. The bun fell apart. Sarah shook her head and let her dark, brown hair fall to her shoulders. Locking her eyes on mine, she slowly unbuttoned her white, silk shirt starting at the top. Sarah spun around so her back was to me. She lowered her arms and leaned back, letting the shirt fall.

I had a full-on erection. Even her back was sexy-- toned shoulders and no love handles. She turned around again to show me her delicious mounds, packed tightly in a lacy, black bra.

"Bet'cha didn't know I had a rack like this," she said. "They're 34c's. I gotta keep 'em wrapped up for the cameras. Conservative Christians just aren't into tits. Too bad, isn't it?"

With a sultry grin, she reached back and unzipped her dress. It fell to the floor. Beneath she was wearing see-through black panties and a garter belt attached to thigh-high stockings. I could see a thin Mohawk of pubic hair beneath the panties.

Sarah came over to me and yanked the panties out of my mouth. She dropped them on the floor at her feet.

"You'll need those later," she said. "But this first."

Sarah pulled back the crotch of her panties, exposing the pink folds of flesh underneath. With her free hand, she put her hand on the back of my head and ****** my face into her pussy.

"Suck it, " she said.

My tongue reached out to her clit. I flicked it, tickled it and and watched the goose pimples rise all over her body. She ground her pelvis into my face. I worked her harder. Her love juices dripped down my chin. I couldn't see anything but public hair.

"Ooooooooooh, fuuuuuuuuuuck," she said.

She trembled and came hard. When she eased back, her pussy remained connected to my tongue by a string of saliva. We watched it bow and finally snap under its own weight.

Sarah threw back her head and cackled.

"I love it when that happens," she said.

I raised my hand to wipe my mouth, but Sarah snatched it in mid air.

"No," she said. "Stand up."

My face became even with hers as a I rose to my feet. She gazed longingly into my eyes, holding my head in place with two fingers on my chin. Suddenly, she lunged forward. Her mouth closed over mine. She licked the pussy juice off my lips and then plunged her tongue between them. I kissed her back. My cock was rock hard.

Sarah broke off the kiss and looked down at my cock. She playfully batted it with the palm of her hand. She watched it bounce.

"Now the real fun begins," she said. "Put on those panties."

I didn't get it. I thought my expert pussy-eating had changed her mind about me.

"What?" I asked.

Sarah took the question as an affront to her authority. She delivered justice fast and hard with a smack across the face.

"You heard me, faggot!" she shrieked. "Put on the panties! Charlie, give him the rest of the outfit."

With his free hand, Charlie grabbed a handful of lacy lingerie out of the briefcase and threw it at my feet. I sighed and shook my head.

"Just fucking do it!" Sarah snapped. "I don't need any lip out of you."

Charlie steadied the camera with both hands. The other guard cracked his knuckles.

I picked up the largest garment. It was a white corset with shoulder straps and about a dozen hooks in the back. I slipped my arms through the straps and reached behind my back to fasten the hooks. It was damn near impossible. Every time I thought I had one secure, my fingers would slip and the corset would whip around my body. Sarah chuckled.

"Put it on backwards, then spin it around," Sarah said.

That worked a hell of a lot better. I was surprised to find I liked how it felt. The elastic made the corset hug tight to my body, while under wire in the bra pushed up my tits. It was like someone giving you a bear hug from behind and feeling you up at the same time.

I went for the white thigh-high stockings next, unrolling them up my legs one at a time. Garter straps dangling from the corset had snaps on the ends to attach to the stockings. The snaps were a real bitch, almost as bad as the corset hooks. Sarah folded her arms and puffed air out of her nose as I fumbled with the snaps.

"We're gonna have to get you better at this if we're going to be doing this on a regular basis," she said.

I rolled my eyes. It took me a while, but I finally got the snaps in place.

I finished off the outfit by pulling on the panties. They were clearly too small for me. But I was able to fit my cock and balls in the front, and I liked how the backside crept up my ass. I arranged my prick so that it was pointing up at my belly button and the sensitive underside brushed against the lace every time I moved.

"Time for your makeup," Sarah said.

Charlie slapped a tube of lipstick and an eyeliner pencil into her hand. Sarah uncapped the lipstick and twisted the bottom. A fire-red stick poked out of the top. Sarah moved in close.

"Part your lips," she said.

She rubbed the stick over my lips and replaced the cap. Sarah threw the tube at Charlie, who caught it one handed.

"Now close your eyes," Sarah said.

I felt the eyeliner pencil go gently over the edge of one eyelid, then the other.

"Now look up," Sarah said.

She drew on the bottom rims.

"Good enough," she said.

Sarah tossed the eyeliner to Charlie.

"You look like a real slut, you know that?" she asked.

I shrugged. My face was turning red.

"Oh yeah," she said, "and now we're gonna treat you like one. Charlie, have at her."

Charlie glared at me like a hungry lion licking his chops. He set down the camera on my desk to throw off his sport jacket and white collared shirt, revealing a body like the one Sylvester Stallone had in the mid 80s.

He picked up the camera and came over to me. Charlie aimed the camera at me with one hand and used his other to grab my shoulder and ***** me to my knees. He thrust the massive lump in his khaki pants into my face with a grunt.

I knew what I had to do.

I put my lips on the lump and blew warm air through the pants onto his pecker. He didn't notice when I let go that I'd left lipstick marks on the fabric. Let him try to explain that one to his wife, I thought.

I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down, along with his tight, white underwear. He had a hell of a cock-- at least nine inches of rock hard flesh pointing straight at me.

"Drill, baby, drill," Sarah said.

Charlie smirked and pressed his cock into my sealed lips.

I grabbed the base and opened my mouth, taking the head inside me. Even before I got to the shaft, I already had a mouthful. I pulled back and looked up at him. Charlie stared back, his face hard as stone.

I opened wide and put his prick back into my mouth. Charlie's hand gripped the back of my head like a bowling ball and pushed. His cock disappeared inside me. I gagged, but Charlie didn't stop until my nose was buried in pubic hair. I gasped for air as he let my head pull back. But before my lips could leave his flesh, Charlie ****** me to take all nine inches again. I gagged, but not as hard. When I went down a third time, I barely gagged at all. Charlie started fucking my face. I let my throat relax.

"Cum on her face!" Sarah yelled.

Charlie yanked out his cock and squirted hard onto my forehead. Jizz oozed down my face. I blinked his sperm out of my eyes. I licked it off my lips.

Sarah knelt next to me. She gazed dreamily into my eyes for a minute and then suddenly lurched forward. Her tongue dragged across my face, lapping up Charlie's cum. She was thorough. Sarah started at the source on my forehead and made her way down until she lovingly kissed the last drop from my chin.

When she pulled back her head, Sarah gave me that dreamy gaze again. But it didn't last long. She Hulked-out again, smacking my cheek harder than ever.

"'Fuckin' whore," she said.

Without taking her eyes off me, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers at the other body guard, who stripped to his bare ass. He was just as built as Charlie.

The guard came over and put his cock between Sarah's face and my face. I took this as a sign I was supposed to start sucking again. But as I opened my mouth and moved into position, Sarah pushed me away.

She took the guard's meat all the way into her mouth. The guard left his hands at his side. Although Sarah was on her knees, she was clearly in charge of the blow job. She sucked ferociously. His entire pole disappeared inside her every time her head thrust forward.

Sarah sensed the moment he was about to pop and threw back her head. The guard fired his sperm, making a huge mess of her face. He left streaks of cum from her forehead to chin. Sarah looked like she was in heaven.

She fell to her back and arched her hips to get her panties off her ass, then slid them down her legs and tossed them to the side.

She looked at me through her spread legs.

"C'mere and fuck me," she said.

I pulled off my panties and positioned myself between her thighs. My cock was poised at her pussy as pools of jizz began to stream down her face.

"Clean the mess while you fuck me," she said.

Sarah cupped my tits with her hands as my stiff prick slid inside her. I licked the guard's salty jizz off Sarah's face while slowly pumping her.

"Cum inside me," she whispered.

Her breath on my ear was all I could take. My loins exploded into her like a nuclear bomb.

I pulled out and flopped breathlessly onto my back. Sarah didn't stick around to cuddle. She got up and started dressing, while Charlie shut off the video camera and put it back in the briefcase.

"I'm gonna make this real simple," Sarah said, while zipping up the back of her skirt. "You ruin my reputation, I'll **** yours. That video will be leaked to You Tube and every major news outlet in the country. Of course, all details that identify me will be professionally edited out. But you will certainly be shown as a cock-sucking, cross-dressing faggot.

"If you don't believe me, ask Tina Fey why she hasn't done any impressions of me lately."

Sarah and the guards finished dressing. I just laid there on the floor, too spent to move.

Charlie closed the briefcase and secured the latches. The three headed for the door. The guards went out first. Sarah was just about to close the door behind her when she looked back over her shoulder.

"You keep that corset," she said. "You're going to need it."

"For what?" I asked.

Sarah smiled.

"There's a Republican governor from California who has a saying," she said.

"Wait, lemme guess," I said. "I'll be back."

She winked and closed the door.

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How I Became A Gay Cock Slut


A few weeks ago, I attended a training conference in Hilton Head, S.C. The company I work for has multiple locations throughout the southeast and paid all the expenses to the four day program. They were willing to pay at least half of the accommodations or all of it if we were willing to share a room with another company employee. All other expenses, including meals, were paid for as well as a small daily expense account for entertainment.

I'm 28 and my wife and I just purchased our first home a couple of years ago and as you can imagine, we are on a really tight budget. I gladly opted for the fully paid room. I had not actually shared a room with someone since college, but that experience hadn't been so bad. Actually, my college roommate and I have remained good friends since graduation even though we live a considerable distance apart now.

The Hilton was an oceanfront property with my room overlooking the beach. It was early in the season, so there were not as many bikini clad beauties to view but just getting away from the office was a blessing. It's been a difficult couple of years in sales but we've all weathered the storm and now the company was finally freeing up money in human resources to train us on some of the new product lines.

When I checked in, I saw they had me rooming with somebody from Charlotte, not far from where my wife and I actually live. The bellman took my bags up while I surveyed the hotel – the pool, the restaurant, and finally... the bar. I went ahead and had a couple of beers before I went up to the room to unpack.

When I arrived I saw an open suitcase on the bed nearest the door. The owner appeared to be in the restroom. The TV was on so I sat down on the bed, bundling my pillows behind my back, and waited to meet my new roommate.

I was relieved when the guy who popped around the corner appeared to be a well groomed man, perhaps ten or fifteen years my senior. I announced myself immediately as to not startle him.

"Hi, I'm Bob," sticking my hand out in anticipation he would do the same.

"Steve," he shot back. "Where you from?"

"Raleigh," I replied. "You in sales? I saw you were from Charlotte when I was checking in."

"Actually I'm with one of the product lines you're training on this week. I believe your company put some of us together with you guys. And yes, I'm from Charlotte," Steve smiled back.

"I was just about to head downstairs. I believe there is a 'Get Aquatinted' program going on with some appetizers and *******" Steve informed me.

I figured I could unpack later and Steve and I went down to the lobby and were directed to a room set up with an open bar and quite a spread. I didn't really know anyone with the company and struck up a few casual conversations here and there.

What surprised me though was Steve. It was like he didn't know a stranger as he moved through the crowd striking up conversations with anyone who arrived. He had a strong sense of confidence and a certain charisma. I was already glad he was my roommate.

After the hospitality room closed, Steve and I made our way into the bar where we watched an NBA game and talked more about our personal lives. Looking back, I seemed to do most of the talking as I shared with Steve that my wife Laurie and I dated throughout most of college and married when I was 24.

Steve shared he was 38 and divorced. He confided that his busy travel schedule was really a strain on his marriage which ended more than five years ago. Since then, he was in a steady relationship but not tied down to any one person.

I couldn't believe how easy he was to talk to as I seemed to go on and on about college, my job, my marriage. Steve was ******** scotch while I switched back to beers, trying to remember it would be a long day tomorrow listening to speakers throughout the day.

When we arrived back at the room, I began stowing away my clothes when Steve announced he was going to get a quick shower. I surfed the channels on the nice high def TV as I heard the water running in the other room. I had taken up my familiar position on the bed when I was startled with Steve's nude frame walking out of the bathroom.

I'm not a prude or anything and I'm fairly used to guys walking around naked down at the "Y" or even back in school. I was just not accustomed to a total stranger walking around nude in my bedroom. Steve meanwhile was rubbing his head with the towel and then tossed it over into a chair.

My new roommate had his back to me but I couldn't help notice his tanned chiseled frame. There was little doubt he worked out. He reached for a comb in a travel bag on the dresser and brushed back his locks, taking his time before turning and walking over to the bed.

I couldn't help but stare and was startled when he half turned and asked, "My being undressed doesn't bother you does it?" When I wasn't immediately forthcoming with a response, he added, "I'm kind of used to shedding this business attire at home. But if it bothers you, I'll put something on..." he said looking back right at me.

I pretended that I really didn't notice and looked over trying to look disinterested, "No, I'm fine. Hell, we're just guys here. Make yourself at home."

Privately I was shocked. I stared ahead at the TV but couldn't help but see his cock swinging in front out of the corner of my eye. I pride myself in that I have what I consider a nice sized dick. But this guy had some major meat hanging down. I also noticed he shaved his genital area. As a matter of fact both his crotch and chest seemed to be completely hairless and smooth.

Steve walked over and sat down on the bed and hiked a leg up, resting it across one knee.

"Are you sure?" he looked over. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything. I guess I'm just used to relaxing at home."

I looked over and just sort of shrugged my response, "No, I'm cool. Might not want to go out like that though," I added trying to add levity and move on from the subject.

"Anything on?" he asked so nonchalantly.

"Not sure. Looks like we get a good many channels," then I added, "and some pay channels to boot." There were several ShowTime channels with a variety of movies and specials.

Steve looked at the TV for a minute and then announced he was going to get to bed. He stood up again as his dick swung just a couple of feet from me. I was still startled that he would just undress right down to his birthday suit.

I heard him in the bathroom, apparently brushing his teeth, as he ran water, turned out the light and headed for bed. He again walked right past as I tried to stare directly ahead.

I'm not gay, nor have I ever had any same sex encounters of any kind, but I couldn't help glancing over occasionally as he pulled back the comforter and sheets. Before sliding between them, he turned and half faced me, "I'm sort of a morning person and like to get up early and work out. Will that bother you?" he inquired.

"No, that's fine," I shot back, trying desperately to look up at his face, hoping my eyes did not betray me.

When Steve turned off his lamp, I actually laid in bed thinking about what had transpired over the last few minutes. I could feel my mouth had gotten dry as I made my way over to the small fridge and pulled out a bottled water. I lay back in the bed and watched TV for about an hour until I too felt the urge to catch some *****.

I slipped off my pants and tugged my shirt over my head before turning out the light. Closing my eyes, I could not get the images of Steve's naked body out of my head. I had never given any thoughts to having sex with another man but here I was admitting to myself, I was aroused, excited seeing Steve, knowing I'd likely be seeing plenty of it this week.

I didn't even hear Steve get up. Merely the door opening up as he reentered the room from his morning workout. The rustling of clothes and then the shower running in the bathroom. I had been facing the sliding glass door which I had intentionally left open. The soft roar of the waves crashing down on the beach below us.

Then I found myself turning over on my side facing Steve's direction. I knew it was crazy, but I wondered if I'd get another show. I had never been turned on watching guys undress. Never gave it a second thought. But here I was, my heart pounding in my chest, hoping to see Steve pop around the corner again.

I was not disappointed. Just a few minutes in the shower, Steve again emerged. Rubbing the towel across his back, around his legs, before tossing it back in the bathroom on the floor. Once again he stepped to the mirror and brushed his hair. I watched through squinting eyes as he moved around the room retrieving articles of clothing before reaching into the dresser and stepping into a pair of boxers. In just a manner of moments he was tying his tie around his neck, slipping on his suit jacket and out the door.

I had pretended to be asleep but the moment the door closed behind Steve, I threw back my sheets. I had stripped down to my briefs the night before and simply slept in them. Looking down, I could not help but notice how aroused I seemed to be.

I'm not sure why I did it, but I reached down and cupped my briefs under my balls and began to stroke my cock. I spit into my hand, wetting it down, as I applied it to my shaft and began rubbing my hardening cock. I thought of the sex Laurie and I had just a few nights earlier. Laurie is a gorgeous brunette and I could picture her tits swinging back and forth as I pumped my dick into her doggy style - a position we both really loved.

It didn't seem long at all before I felt my orgasm approaching. But the scary thing was the images I kept seeing. Steve's chest, his naked cock swinging back and forth. His balls which hung down low. I tried to concentrate back on Laurie, her beautiful ass, those big brown eyes. And then the familiar build up in my cock as I shot load after load onto my chest.

I got up, wiped off the mess with a tissue and stepped into the shower.

The day seemed to drag on as most of the morning and then the early afternoon was filled with lectures and PowerPoint's. It had been some time since I sat through a college lecture and I had forgotten how boring they could be. When we took a mid-afternoon break, I snuck back to the room, slipped on my suit and headed off to the pool.

Some of the employees from the seminar had organized a trip to a nearby Seafood Restaurant for dinner but I decided to chill out by the pool. The beers went down easy in the hot sun. I struck up a conversation with a couple on vacation, enjoying small talk, as I relaxed at the resort. I grabbed a burger listening to a guitar player entertaining the small crowd which had gathered in the outside bar.

It was then I saw Steve apparently coming back from dinner. It was a real contrast with me in a swimsuit and a t-shirt and Steve in a nice pair of dress slacks and a polo. He sat down and ordered a scotch from the waitress inquiring about my day.

We just sort of picked up on the previous night's conversation. There was something about this guy - so relaxed, unpretentious. As he sat at the table, someone would walk by and speak, telling him how much they enjoyed his presentation earlier in the day.

I'm not sure how long we stayed downstairs but I knew I was feeling a little bit of the ******* from my afternoon by the pool and now the bar. When Steve announced he was headed up to the room, I indicated I wasn't far behind.

When I entered our hotel room, Steve was in the bathroom taking a shower. I flipped a few channels finally settling on a rerun of a CSI episode. By now I knew the drill and expected Steve to walk out nude. He did. I guess it was the ******, but I caught myself staring. Watching as his penis waved back and forth as he walked around the room.

Once I was sure he caught my stare as I tried to look away. While I pretended to be looking over paperwork for the next day, I thought I saw a half smile on Steve's face at having caught me admiring his tight abs along with the package below.

Feeling a little grungy from the day out in the sun, I decided to clean up a little myself and took a shower. The hot water cascading over my shoulders felt great. Feeling much better, I stepped from the shower and toweled off, wrapping the soft fluffy cloth around my waist and walking back in the bedroom.

Steve was lying nude across the bed reading a magazine. I walked over to the bed and picked up the remote. Steve indicated he wasn't watching anything in particular so I surfed until the remote settled on a pay station. It was an adult flick, soft porn, but porn none the less.

I relaxed on the bed and watched a scene or two before it just timed out. I suppose it was a tease to get you to order because the screen indicated to continue watching you had to press the orange order button.

"Fuck," I exclaimed "just when it was getting good."

Steve set the magazine down on his chest and looked over. "Order it if you like," he suggested.

I reflected for a second, thinking about whether to make the purchase or turn in for the night.

"Or do you want the real thing?" Steve inquired looking at me.

"The real thing?" I questioned back. "You mean, go back downstairs?"

Steve set the magazine aside, sat up on the side of the bed. "No, no I didn't mean that. I've seen you looking. We both know what you really want."

"What do you mean?" I shot back.

"You know exactly what I mean," he answered back, standing up and taking his dick in his hand. "You've been checking me out ever since I got here, and now we're gonna' let you have it."

I wanted to blurt out he was wrong. He was crazy as hell. It was him walking around naked all the time. I wasn't gay. I wasn't into guys. I was married. Happily married! But here I was speechless. Staring at his cock he was stroking with his hand, pumping it back and forth, hardening before my eyes.

"Come over here Bobby. Sit over here," he motioned pointing to the side of my bed.

I sat frozen in place. I wasn't about to move. He was wrong. I wasn't like that. I would never do what he was asking. My eyes watching him stroke his cock, his other hand still pointing to the spot on the side of the bed. I looked up from his dick. His eyes looking straight back into mine.

"It's okay Bobby," Steve broke the silence. "It's just us. No one else will know. Not your wife, no one that works with you. Just us two. I know you're curious. I know you want to do it."

I was determined not to move, even as I felt myself sliding to the side of the bed, my legs slipping over the side. My face just inches away as he continued to slide his hand across the long shaft of his cock.

"Go ahead, take a nice long look ***. That's what you been wanting to do," Steve said softly.

He let go of his dick and it swayed, bobbed, defying gravity as it hung there. I couldn't say anything as I just stared at it. I'd never seen another man's penis up close. Steve realized the state I was in, the hold he had. Unable to make the first move, he broke the silence, "Go ahead boy. Touch it. You can feel it."

It was as if I was in a trance. I reached out with my right hand and rested it on his warm shaft, my fingers closing around it. I couldn't believe how soft, how warm it was.

"That's right Bobby, stroke it, stroke my cock," Steve encouraged me as I began to slide my hand back and forth on his hard shaft. It got harder and harder under my touch, rising, stiffening.

Steve stepped closer to me and rested his hand on the back of my neck. "Kiss it Bobby. Kiss my cock."

I couldn't move my head. I wasn't gay. It was one thing to touch him. I had to draw a line at sucking him off. I couldn't do it. I wouldn't do it. I wanted to turn away, to stop, but I found myself still transfixed. Still stroking his cock.

Steve's finger reached down and rested on my lips. His finger pushing against my lips, pushing until his finger entered my mouth. In a matter of seconds, I found myself sucking on his finger. His finger exploring my mouth. "You have such a pretty mouth Bobby. I want you to kiss my cock. Let me feel your pretty lips on my dick," he coaxed.

I felt his hand pressuring behind my neck, pulling my head closer and closer until my lips touched his cock, warm on my lips. My mouth now touching his dick. It seemed so surreal. This wasn't me. It was someone else as I felt my lips slide across the head, planting kisses on the crown, on the side of his hard cock.

Then without any further encouragement I let his dick slide into my mouth, through my parted lips. I was sucking a cock. I never imagined I would ever do what I was doing but here I was. Sucking a cock of a man I had just met the day before. Then he instructed me how to please him. What he liked as I began to lose my inhibitions.

I did exactly as he said as I sucked madly on his cock, rubbing his balls, taking them in my mouth on his request. When Steve removed his dick from my mouth, I sought it out trying to pull it back. I loved his taste. I liked the feeling of his cock swelling in my mouth.

I could tell from his moans that he was enjoying what I was doing as my head moved up and down on his hard shaft. I couldn't take the whole cock in my mouth but I jacked his cock with my hand trying to stuff as much in my mouth as possible. I bathed the head with my tongue knowing I was doing a great job as Steve guided my head between his hands.

He reached down and pulled on my nipple causing me to wince. No one had ever played with my nipples, not even my wife, as he realized how sensitive they were and kept up his assault, pulling, twisting causing me to suck harder.

It was then I felt his balls tighten and I knew from his knees starting to buckle he was close to cumming. I tried to lift off of his dick but Steve held me in place, holding my head firmly over his cock, buried in my mouth as he began shooting his load.

"Fuck, that's right, suck me, take that load boy," Steve groaned. I didn't want to swallow his semen but he held me in place. I swallowed as quickly as possible. While at first I struggled, I begin to accept his release and then found myself sucking again, licking, trying to take in all the cum, some which had escaped from the corners of my mouth. It was salty and slick but I licked it up, sucking the remainder from the tip of his dick as Steve settled back on the bed. His slippery dick pulling free from my mouth.

"Damn that was good boy. You're a natural. A natural little cock sucker," Steve smiled as he gathered his breath, then slinking down to his knees, unwrapped the towel that covered my dick. Steve gazed on my already hard cock. It wasn't nearly as big as his. He placed his hand around my dick. It was the first time any man had ever touched my cock.

His hand was much bigger, rougher than my wife's little hand. Steve bent down and took my cock into his warm mouth. I collapsed back on my elbows as I watched Steve go down on me, taking my whole cock into his mouth. His lips actually touching my stomach. I couldn't believe Steve could take it all, but there he was giving me the best blow job I could ever remember getting. Laurie was good but somehow I think Steve was better.

I wasn't sure whether it's because he knew what he liked and that's what he did or whether it was the taboo nature of it. Steve knew exactly what he was doing. He bathed my cock and balls with his tongue. I'm not sure I had ever experienced the blowjob he was giving me. It was absolutely great!

Eventually Steve slid up on the bed and began kissing on my nipple, drawing it into his mouth, sucking, licking, biting lightly at my little bud. He pulled the wet towel completely off me, ripping it out from under me, leaving me naked under his hungry gaze.

I had no idea how sensitive my nipples were but I enjoyed Steve sucking and pulling on them. "Spread your legs boy," Steve commanded me.

I did as he asked without thinking as I felt a warm wet finger pressing against my puckered asshole. Steve pulled his finger away and coated it with spit from his mouth and placed it again at the entrance to my ass. Pushing gently, it entered slowly.

No one had ever explored my ass as Steve worked his finger in and around, continuing to suck on my nipple. "Stroke your cock boy. Jack it off for me," Steve urged.

Steve slid up. I had my eyes closed and was unprepared when I felt his lips on mine. I couldn't believe he was kissing me. My lips were tight against his as he licked my lips, running his tongue along them. My lips and eyes both were tightly closed. I didn't want to do this. I couldn't believe I was doing this. And then it happened, his tongue prying between my clenched lips. My lips parting slightly as his tongue pushed through, exploring my yielding mouth, finally resigned, allowing him to kiss me.

Here I was laying across the bed, another man kissing me, fingering my ass as I jacked my own cock. One finger, two fingers, pushing in my backside, exploring, in and out as I relaxed taking more and more of him. He pushed in, burying his fingers in my ass. I had both feet flat on the mattress, my legs apart, as Steve explored a part of me that Laurie or no other woman had ever done.

At first it was uncomfortable but as I jacked my dick, I spread my legs wider exposing myself, letting him have as much access as possible.

"You like that boy? You like me fingering your ass?"

"Yea," I grunted back acknowledging what we both already knew. I could feel myself pushing back into his fingers, my left hand pulling on my own butt cheek, trying to open it wider. It was a warm sensation. A sensation I had never felt before and it felt so good.

"That's right, spread that little cherry ass. It's a hot little ass. I was noticing it today out by the pool. You gotta' nice little ass," Steve chanted as he pushed his fingers in, deeper and deeper.

Steve went back to kissing me, pushing his tongue deep into my mouth. "Stick your tongue out boy," Steve hissed. I did as directed as he sucked my tongue into his hot mouth. His fingers were plunging now in and out of my ass, his hand slapping at my cheeks.

I felt my balls draw tight as I shot stream after stream across my stomach. There was so much cum some splashed beside my head on the mattress. As my own orgasm subsided, I went limp, my legs collapsing down on Steve's hand which he withdrew as he placed a last, long, lingering kiss on my lips.

When Steve pulled away from me, he gazed back in my eyes. I felt completely wiped out. He took a finger and scooped up a small glob of my own cum and placed it lightly on my lips. I could taste the saltines of my own cum as I wiped my lips with my tongue taking the semen into my mouth as Steve smiled.

He got up announcing we had a busy day in the morning as he went into the bathroom to ready himself for bed. I don't believe I moved an inch when he returned, set his clock and slid between his sheets.

"Goodnight boy," Steve said as he clicked off the lamp on the night stand. It was then the "Boy" registered with me. Not Bobby but "Boy". It was kind of lost on me earlier.

I pushed the sheets down and then crawled back under them. I had just participated in my first same sex encounter. It was like someone else had done it. Not me. But I realized, it was me. I wanted to deny it. I didn't want to do it. But I did and I enjoyed it. I enjoyed it a lot.

There was still three days left in the conference and I wondered what might happen next. All I knew was if he asked me again I would have sex with him again. Actually I wanted to. It was all I could think about as I closed my eyes.

I didn't ***** very well that night, continually tossing and turning thinking about what had transpired hours earlier. The image of me having oral sex with another man. Allowing him to finger my ass, actually enjoying it, was tearing me into. I considered myself as straight as they come, a very happily married man. Yet, I knew what I had done and enjoyed doing.

I was actually awake when Steve got up the next morning, slipping on his shorts, t-shirt, and shoes for his workout. Pulling the sheet over my head, I tried to catch just a few more minutes of ***** before I got up myself. It was perhaps two hours later when Steve returned, running a shower, before emerging, wiping the remnants of water from his back.

He looked over to see me staring back. "Good morning sunshine," he smiled disarmingly. "***** well?"

I wanted to say are you kidding. Hell no, not after what we did... how I'm feeling about it. Instead I turned facing him, "Yea," I lied.

"I enjoyed our little session last night," Steve went on as he approached my bed. "You're pretty damn good for a first timer," he added, now taking his dick in his hand. I watched as he gently stroked his cock. He was looking at me but my gaze was solidly fixed on the cock which was swelling in his hand.

Within seconds his cock was fully erect, sticking straight out at an upward angle. My own heart was pounding as I looked at it, with Steve removing his hand leaving just his cock which seemed to beckon me. Everything in my mind told me to stay put. This was wrong – it was crazy. I wasn't gay. I didn't do things like this but I felt drawn, almost ********** by the sight before me.

"Go ahead boy. We both know what you want to do. Now that you've had this cock, you can't get enough. You want more. You want to taste it. Come on, get down here on your knees and suck my cock. Lick it. Take my load boy."

It was almost as if it were somebody else and I was unable to stop them as I slid out of the bed, still naked from the night before. I knelt down on my knees. Steve placed his hands on both hips as he guided his cock to my mouth. Without any further instruction I parted my lips and took in his cock.

I could still taste faint traces of soap from his shower. He smelled clean and fresh as the warm flesh moved back and forward between my lips.

"Fuck you're a good little dick sucker," he moaned as I wrapped my hands around his ass and pulled him tighter to my face. "Yea, suck it, lick my balls boy. Take my nuts in your mouth and suck them."

I did exactly that as I sucked one then the other ball. I marveled at his hairless sack. How smooth his skin was all around his dick, completely shaved bare. I held his cock and licked the length of the shaft before sticking it back in my mouth. Steve removed his cock and rubbed it on my face, across my lips.

"Stick your tongue out boy," he commanded. I complied as he rubbed his head across my tongue, lightly beating it with his shaft. "You like that cock don't cha' boy? You like sucking my dick, kneeling down there taking this cock in your mouth, don't cha?"

"Yes sir," I said in between slurps.

"Are you my little cock sucker? That what you are boy?" Steve asked.

"Yes sir," I moaned back licking his dick.

"Yes sir what," he shot back.

"I'm your cock sucker. I can't get enough of your cock. I love it," I answered back.

"Look up here. Look at me," Steve barked. I looked up at him, his dick buried in my mouth. "You want to taste my load. You want me to feed you some breakfast?"

"Yes sir. Cum for me. I want you to cum in my mouth," I begged. I did. I couldn't help myself. I was so turned on. I wanted him to shoot his load and let me suck it down.

"Stick your tongue out and open wide boy," Steve commended.

I sat back on my legs and opened my mouth as wide as possible, sticking my tongue out in anticipation of his promise. Steve jacked his cock just a few times before the first stream of cum sailed across my face. He corrected his aim and sent the next spurt into my hungry mouth. Two or three more found their target before he wiped the last remnants on my tongue.

I closed my mouth and swallowed the remainder. Steve took his finger and scooped up the stream starting to slide down my face. He took the finger and placed it to my lips which I took into my mouth, savoring now the taste of my own cum.

"Damn you're hot boy. You learn fast. Stand up," he commanded. I did as he directed and when I was standing before him, he took me in his arms. I felt small as he kissed me hard. My own erect cock rubbed against our stomachs as he grabbed onto my ass cheeks and pulled me tight. His tongue pushing into my mouth, our lips rubbing together.

It was almost like in that moment I belonged to him. I wanted to belong to him as he kissed me as passionately as I had ever been kissed.

"I'd like to take care of you but I have a class that starts up in 15 minutes. Lie down on the bed and jack off while I get ready. I want to see you cum for me," he urged.

I did as he directed and lay down on the bed, watching him dress as I stroked my cock. I lubed my dick up with my own saliva as I pumped my dick. In moments I was spurting cum onto my chest. He looked on with a smile as he finished tying his tie and slipped on his jacket.

I lay on the bed, cum all over my stomach and chest as I closed my eyes. That might have been a mistake. When I opened them it was nearly noon. I had fallen a***** and missed most of the morning's program.

Sitting in class after lunch was almost a waste. My thoughts kept going back to the last twenty-four hours. It was hard for me to fathom that this time yesterday my last thoughts were I'd be some guy's playmate. But here I was and I couldn't get my mind off what we had done – what I had done.

As wrong as I knew it was, I simply couldn't erase the images of kneeling at Steve's feet, taking the last few drops of cum which dribbled off the head of his cock. I sat through the day's program but my mind was definitely somewhere else and immediately after the class broke up I headed upstairs.

I waited in the room assuming Steve might come up. When he didn't I headed down to the bar and began to suck down some Grey Goose and tonics. Around ten and feeling no pain at all, I decided to turn in. I took the elevator to our room and opened up the patio glass door to get a great breeze. The warm salty ocean air filled the room as I slipped off my clothes, leaving just my briefs as I collapsed on the bed, waiting on the arrival of my roommate.

My thoughts kept rerunning the scenes of Steve, his cock, my mouth. I pulled down my briefs and began stroking my cock, swelling in my hand. The images of Steve's shaved crotch, his heavy balls that I bathed with my tongue. Then the thought hit me. I retreated into the bathroom and began running the shower. I got out my shaving cream and lathered up my crotch. I was careful to use a new blade as I began shaving strips across my lower abdomen, around my balls, anywhere I detected hair until I felt completely smooth. I even swiped under my balls and around the crack of my ass.

Rinsing off, I watched as the hair fell to the bottom of the shower in clumps. Most of it went down the drain but I used a tissue to pick up the rest and discard in the trash basin. Looking into the mirror I couldn't believe how much bigger my cock looked with no hair, I couldn't recall being hairless since I was 13. But here I was, standing in the mirror looking at my erect cock, swollen from my arousal. I hoped Steve would be pleased with my new look.

Steve had a bottle of Dewar's Scotch on the dresser and I didn't think he would mind. I'm not a scotch ******* but I needed something to steady my nerves as I looked at my bald dick and hairless balls in the dresser mirror. I wondered what my wife would say when I unveiled my new look. I could come up with some lame story I'd seen some guy down here in the sauna and thought I'd do it.

At any rate, I sat back on the bed, turned on the TV and waited. It was almost midnight when I heard the door click and open. Steve smiled as he looked at me, naked on the bed. I don't think he noticed at first my surprise, as he made his way over to the scotch and poured him a ***** too.

"I see you've been waiting on me and I definitely approve of the way you're dressed," he said with a smile as he walked over. It was then that his eyes looked at my shaved crotch, completely hairless as my dick was already fully erect.

"Oh my, I didn't see that earlier. That's nice...very nice," he said appreciating my handiwork. I like a shaved cock. You have a very pretty cock. So much nicer without all that hair.

He set his ***** down on the nightstand and rubbed his hand across my stomach, down across my hairless abdomen to my cock, gripping it, and giving it a couple of tugs. He took my balls in his hand, holding them, giving a gentle squeeze. I felt chills run down my arms at his touch. He let go and unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it over to a chair. He slipped off his loafers and lifted his feet removing his socks, then his slacks. As he pulled down his boxers his cock came into view. The cock I had come to worship over the last day.

"I'm sorry I had to run off and leave you hanging this morning. I'm not normally like that but I knew I had to get set up." Steve moved to the foot of the bed and positioned himself between my outstretched legs. He bent over, taking my dick in his hand, bringing it to his mouth as he swallowed it whole. His lips again now resting on my smooth stomach. I was amazed he could take my whole cock in his mouth and he ran his tongue around my shaft. Steve spent several minutes licking my cock and balls which he alternated in his mouth.

Then he did something I was unprepared for, he pushed my legs up where my knees were almost over my head and began to lick my asshole. I had never felt anything like it as he ran his tongue up and down my crack, pushing his tongue in. I moaned as he assaulted my backside with his tongue, then replacing it with his fingers which he worked into my chute.

As he toyed with my ass with two, then three fingers, he again sucked in my dick and began moving his mouth up and down on the shaft. I loved the dual feeling of him fucking me with his fingers while giving me head. I completely lost track of how long he was doing that when he rose from the bed and walked over to the dresser. He took something out of a travel bag, a tube that he squirted on his hands, rubbing the liquid on his cock which was already hardening.

"Get over here on my bed, on your hands and knees," he said. I was pretty sure I knew what he intended as he continued to stroke his cock, lubing it up, and then my ass as I scooted up on the bed. There was a part of me that wanted to say hell no. That's way too big. But another that wanted it. That wanted him to take me.

He had been easy on me with his fingers and I hoped he would be just as easy with his monster cock. Luckily the *****s had taken a toll on me and I was much more relaxed as I felt his fingers lubing up my hole, preparing me for his dick.

Okay boy, it's time to take that little cherry ass of yours. That's what you want isn't it? You want me to fuck that ass," he chided.

"Yes sir, fuck me. I want you to fuck my ass. My tight little hole. Make it yours," I said back.

I did. I wanted him so bad. I wanted him to fill me with his huge cock.

"Look in the mirror boy. I want you to get a close up look as I take that cherry. Watching as I take that ass boy," he said pointing to the mirror stretching across the dresser.

I did just that and couldn't believe it was me staring back. I watched as he guided his meat to the cheeks of my ass which he pulled apart with his right hand guiding the head of his dick with his left. I could feel the head of his cock touching my asshole, teasing it, pushing just lightly, and then a little more.

Then I felt it as his head entered. I knew I jumped a bit as he let go of my ass and grabbed on to the lower part of my back. He stood still, letting me get accustomed to the huge presence now filling my hole. Inching it in, ever so slowly. I could feel his cock moving deep into my bowels drawing a moan from my lips as my head went down to a pillow, biting it as the uncomfortable pain gradually gave way to a feeling of fullness.

It seemed to take forever, but eventually I felt his thighs touching mine and I knew he was all the way in. I had taken all of him – his whole cock. My face was turned to the mirror and I watched as he fucked my virgin ass, moving slowly at first, and when he met no resistance a little faster.

It was as if it were someone else in the mirror. Not me, as I watched the man taking the other from behind. Driving his cock deep into his ass. I watched as I could see Steve's dick sliding out between my cheeks and then back again. I felt so submissive - so taken. Now I knew how Laurie and the other women I had fucked felt when I took them doggie style.

I was so turned on watching myself. Giving myself totally to Steve.

I moved my ass back to meet his thrust. My butt was perched high in the air with my face laying flat on the mattress. I could see my bald little cock and balls flapping with each forward movement. My own cock seemed to shrink, and while I felt horny as hell, it was no longer erect as it moved with each thrust.

It was almost as if my cock had retreated with Steve's anal assault. It dangled from my crotch as my balls contracted in their sack. Occasionally I would reach down and pull on them, feeling the lube which ran down my crack as Steve pushed his cock in and out.

"That's it boy. Take my cock, take it," he groaned. "Who's fuckin' ya? Who's fuckin' that ass?"

"You are," I moaned.

"Is that my ass? Does that little cherry ass belong to me?"

"Yes sir, it's your ass. Fuck it. Please fuck my ass," I moaned back.

"So you liked being my little cock sucker yesterday, didn't cha' boy?" Steve taunted.

"Yes sir, I didn't want to. I didn't want to feel that way, but I loved it. I loved sucking your cock. That's all I could think about today. I love sucking your cock," I ranted.

"And tonight you're my little bitch. You've given yourself completely to me. That's my ass now boy. You'll give it up any time I want. Wherever I want. If I want it tomorrow, you'll give it to me. If I call you next week, you'll drive down and give it to me want cha' boy? There's no turning back. That ass belongs to me now."

It hadn't dawned on me he would contact me after the conference. My heart fluttered. His dick sawing back and forth in my ass. He would call me at home - in front of my wife? I was lost in the thoughts when I heard him bark out, "Answer me boy, if I call you next week, you'll drive your ass down and give it to me, want you?"

I knew what he expected to hear. "Yes sir, I'll do that. I'll drive to Charlotte. I'll do it. You can have it. You can have me ... anytime you want," I added.

"Because I own your little bitch ass now. My cock owns it. Isn't that right?" Steve taunted.

"Yea, oh fuck," I groaned. Steve was slamming harder. Then he pulled his cock out and turned me over. Taking a pillow and shoving it under my ass, he elevated my butt just slightly off the bed as he positioned his cock at my hole which slid in easily now. He bent down and took my right nipple in his mouth, licking, sucking. It felt so good.

Then he collapsed his full weight on top of me. He kissed me, his tongue meeting mine as I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled him deeper into my ass. I did feel like I belonged to him. So full, so complete as he moved his cock slowly into me, stretching me, taking me.

I felt him stiffen and then a warm sensation as his cum shot deep into my ass. It felt wonderful as he pumped his juice in, pushing, deeper, deeper until he relaxed on top of me. I kissed his neck as he pulled his cock free of my ass. I could feel my hole gaping open as warm cum trickled out and down my leg.

The next two days of the conference were spent with me servicing him whenever he asked. I sucked his cock or offered him my ass at will. I lost track of how many times I sucked him off in the next two days.

The last two nights we roomed together we just shared the same bed. That last night, Steve had just fucked me from behind as we spooned in the bed. My ass had grown accustomed to his cock and this time rather than pull out, he left his dick buried up my backside as he wrapped his arms around me pulling me tightly into his body.

"Steve, tomorrow when I leave, did you mean that about coming down to see you? I mean is that something you just said?" I inquired.

"No, I meant it. Now that I've had that little pussy of yours, I expect to get it often," he said softly.

"Pussy?" I shot back.

"Yea, your little pussy. That little boy pussy of yours. The pussy you gave up to me. It's mine now," he explained. "I have an ass, yours is a little boy pussy."

"Well...what do I say. I mean what do I do about Laurie. I mean, what if she asks what I'm doing? Where I'm going?" I inquired.

"Bring her too boy. Bring her down to see me. Both of you," he chuckled.

I pulled away and turned the best I could. His arms holding me from facing him. "No Steve. You can't involve her.. She can't know, please," I begged.

"Know? Know what a gay boy she married. That you're a cock sucker now? You like a hard dick up that little pussy of yours," he said back. His voice different. Almost defiant, dominant. "No boy. You belong to me. Your ass, your mouth. You'll do whatever I tell you when I tell you. You understand?"

"Steve, I'll do anything, but please don't let Laurie know. Don't let her find out what I've done," I pleaded back. I felt tears welt up in my eyes. The horror of her knowing I had crossed the line. That I had become some man's lover. And worse, it sounded like Steve intended to have her as well. My own wife.

"I know you'll do anything. Anything I want. We both know that," Steve said as he pulled me back tighter to his chest. "And if I tell you to suck my dick in front of her, you damn well will. You'll do it and will not hesitate. I'll fuck your little ass while she looks on. And I'll fuck her too. Both of you. You understand?" he said so emphatically. "You'll both be my little play things, my little bitches. I'll have you both whenever and wherever I want. You got that?"

The realization of what he intended sunk in. I knew he would. And if I said no what would he do? Would he tell her? Tell her what I had become. What we had done? Would she believe him?

His voice interrupted my thoughts. "Anyway, deep down that's what you want. We both know that. You like me fucking you. Feeding you my cock. You like being my little bitch. That's what you've become now. Not a boy. Just a little bitch. You want your wife to see you sucking my big cock. Taking that load, swallowing my cum. You'd like that. Laurie, watching me fuck that little pussy of yours. You want that now. To be honest with her."

Steve knew he had me. He knew I was completely resigned to his bidding, "I'm going to take your wife. Just like I did you. I'm going to fuck her. Fuck her right in front of you. And then you'll lick her juices off my cock and eat that sperm I put in her tight little box. What's more, you're going to ask me to do it. Beg me to do it. So will she. I'm sure she'll still fuck you after she's had my cock, but it'll never be the same. Not when I'm done stretching that little cunt of hers out."

Steve's breath was hot on the back of my neck. "And you want to give your wife to me. You want me to fuck that little pussy of hers, maybe take her ass too. Would you like that? Would you like watching me fuck her little ass like I do yours?"

I couldn't believe what he was saying. Then I felt him reach around to my cock. It was stiff from all his talk. "Look at that. Your little dick is all hard from thinking about it. Thinking about me fucking her little pussy. Taking her little anal cherry. You're excited thinking about it aren't you? It really gets you off thinking of me fucking your wife doesn't it? Tell me!" he demanded.

"Yes, fuck yes," I gasped. I couldn't believe what I was saying.

"What is it you want me to do Bobby?" he smirked.

"I want you to fuck her. Fuck my wife like you fucked me," I moaned.

"That's what you want? What you really want?" he continued.

"Yes, I want you to. I want us both to be yours. I'll do it. I'll, I'll do it," I said as I felt him pumping my cock.

"That's a good boy. Okay, you bring her down to my place next weekend. I'll email you directions how to get there. You leave everything to me. Before the end of the weekend, you'll both be my little sluts." Steve turned my face and planted his lips squarely on mine. It was a long, deep kiss. He flipped off the lamp. His cock still buried up my ass. In a span of four days I had become Steve's little bitch and now he intended to have my wife as well. And I would give her to him.

We would both be his sluts. His little bitches. I didn't know exactly how it would happen. But I did know – it would.

It's been a little more than a year ago when I met a man who would forever alter my life and my wife Laurie. I met Steve at a conference in Hilton Head where I was attending a sales conference. Steve was a trainer at the conference and my company teamed attendees up with trainers, at least those who elected to do so, in order to cut costs. It was at this conference that Steve seduced me and by the end of the week, I had completely submitted to him as his gay cock slut.

I had never given a thought to being with a man before and I was completely blown away that in a period of days this man had me begging to suck his cock and for him to fuck my ass. At the end of the week, he confirmed his hold on me and told me he'd be calling me to continue our reckless relationship. I was terrified at the thought of my wife finding out but he soon had me agreeing to bringing her to his place – to be seduced as well.

Laurie is a gorgeous blonde, about 5'6 with a body that has all my friends in envy. I met her in college when she was dating some of my fraternity brothers. I say some of, because she was known to like sex as much as the guys and moved from guy to guy. That sounds like she was "Slutty" and that wasn't really the case. Laurie was discriminating in her taste but there was no doubt she loved sex as much as any other guy and from tales by my fraternity brothers, she was quite good at it.

I had no intentions really in dating her. Rather I was looking for a good time just like all the other guys. Unfortunately, I picked a time of the month when she wasn't really available to play and we seemed to go out instead of hitting the sack right away. We both realized there was a chemistry and the next thing I know we're fairly serious.

We dated a few other folks but kept coming back to each other and after college we seemed to get serious with just each other and married about two years out of school. Laurie tans pretty dark in the summer and has a beautiful set of tits, 36C sitting firm on her chest. If you said I was lucky, that would be an understatement.

That's why it completely bowled me over that I would get so turned on by another guy's cock. But there was no denying the feelings I had when Steve pumped his hard dick into my ass. I felt fuller and more excited than I had in my whole life.

My hands shook on the drive back home and Laurie could tell I was a little on edge when she met me at the door with a kiss. I seemed to settle down over the next few days and almost put the whole incident out of my mind. It was as if the week with Steve hadn't happened. That he wouldn't call me. It was over.

Then on Thursday while I was outside cutting the lawn, I could see Laurie on the cell phone standing at the end of the yard. I was unsure who she was talking to but she seemed to be motioning me over. I let go of the mower, shutting it off, as I walked to her wiping the sweat off my brow.

I could hear her chatting telling whoever it was she'd be glad to, that it sounded like fun, and it was good talking to them as well. In a few moments she handed the phone to me and said, "It's Steve."

I was horrified as my ***** tingled through my body. I wondered what they had been talking about and for how long. I watched her walk away before actually putting the phone to my ear. I didn't detect any anger or disappointment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary as I answered, "Hello"

"So how's my little gay cock slut?" was the voice on the other end.

"Steve?" I questioned.

"You expecting someone else?" was the terse reply.

"No, I just didn't think you'd call," I reasoned.

"I told you I would. Laurie sounds sweet. I hope she's as pretty as she sounds," he laughed. "I told her I was inviting the two of you up to my mountain house this weekend. It's up in Boone and really pretty this time of the year. Pretty secluded so we won't be disturbed. I'll email you directions and expect you both on Friday," he informed me.

"Wait," I cut in. "I'll have to check and see if that works." I was thinking how I could get out of this. I couldn't let Laurie find out about us, what I had done.

"I already did. Laurie said you guys are free and she was looking forward to meeting me. You weren't thinking of backing out now were you," he asked sharply.

"Steve, I'll do anything you want, but can we leave Laurie out of it?" I begged.

"No, we're way past the point of you turning back. You belong to me now. You'll do exactly as I say. Your mouth and your ass belong to my cock. They're mine to use any time and anyway I see fit. And soon, I'll have your wife too, both of you. You'll bring her to me and do exactly as I say. Anyway, its what you want. You want to see me fuck her. You want to see her on her knees like you were, sucking my balls, begging for my cock. Don't you!" he charged.

I was quiet and didn't know how to respond but all the while I saw the images in my head. The images of us both before our master, her sucking his huge cock and me licking his balls. Then I was snapped back into reality, "I asked you a fucking question. That's what you want isn't it?"

"Yes, came my meek reply. I want it. I want us both to serve you, to do whatever you want," I rambled.

"Because you're a what?" he shot back.

I knew what he wanted to hear. There was no use in denying it, "I'm your gay cock slut. Your bitch... to do whatever you want."

"That's right boy. Very good and what are you going to be doing this weekend," he asked.

"Sucking your cock," I replied. "And what else," he shot back.

"You'll be fucking my ass," I resigned.

"And who else will I be fucking?" he sneered on the phone.

"Laurie, you'll be fucking Laurie... both of us," I wondered if he could feel my complete and utter ********** through the phone. The power he held over me.

"And that's what you want isn't it boy," he jeered.

"Yes, yes I want that. I want us to serve you, to be yours, both of us," I replied.

"Good, now I want you to go in the house and tell Laurie how excited you are going and how much fun we will have. Then I want you to fuck her. Fuck her long and hard. Fuck her like you've never fucked her before because it will be the last for a very long time. You see," Steve paused, "Tomorrow night I will own that pussy. Just like I own your ass. It will belong to me. Do you understand?" he asked coldly.

"Yes sir. I understand," I answered back.

Chapter 3

The drive up to the mountains was beautiful and Steve's directions were easy to follow. Just as he said, the house was really secluded on a private road with no other houses in sight. We arrived at dusk and he met us at the door in shorts and a t-shirt. Steve introduced himself to Laurie and showed her around the spacious mountain retreat. Our host informed us the steaks were about ready and made us all ****** before heading back out to the grill.

In the meantime Laurie and I were directed to a bedroom where we unpacked our things and met Steve on the deck. The view was spectacular overlooking the ski slope which this time of year was not in season. Just a fantastic view of the tress and village below us as the darkness began to overtake the light. Laurie, seeing our host dressed casually changed into shorts and a t-shirt herself. I left on my jeans, wondering how the night would play out from here.

Our dinner was great and Steve was the perfect host offering us an expensive wine he said he had saved up for this occasion. He had turned on some soft jazz from the Bose speakers that played both indoors and outside on a deck overlooking the mountain.

Steve and Laurie were engaged in conversation as I looked at the paintings and nick knacks that adorned his shelves and wall. There was little doubt Steve had done well in his sales job with his surroundings and home.

After polishing off the bottle of wine, Steve mixed some ****** that was a combination of Grey Goose Vodka, fruit juices, and a splash of tonic water. I'm not sure what all he had in them but they were delicious as they seemed to go down with ease.

We had retired outside to the deck, enjoying the view sitting in his lounge chairs when he announced we should all relax in his hot tub. Steve didn't seem to wait for a response as he grabbed some towels from an outside cabinet, laid them down on the table, and pulled back the cover on hot tub already letting off steam from the water within.

I was taken back a little as he disrobed dropping his shirt and then deftly sliding down his trousers easing himself in the water. I looked at the expression on Laurie's face to gather whether she was taken back or simply shocked. Instead, she simply seemed to be taking in all the quick developments.

"I'm sorry, you're not shy or anything are you," Steve inquired, with just a hint of concern which I knew to be fake. "I just didn't think it would bother you," he directed at Laurie. "Bobby and I took quite a few late night hot tub dips last week at the conference and I just assumed you were used to it."

Steve was obviously lying as we didn't have a hot tub at the hotel we stayed at or at least one I was aware of but it seemed to resonate on Laurie that the behavior wasn't too far in left field.

"C'mon Bobby, jump in," Steve encouraged like we were old friends. "Laurie, once I turn the jets on you can't see anything and I won't look as you undress if it bothers you. That is if you would like to join us," he added as I had already begun to disrobe and join my accomplice.

I was aware of where this was leading and had long ago resigned to its outcome. Laurie seeing me jump in, threw all caution to the wind.

"No, I'm not shy. Just not used to getting naked with strangers...at least, not in a long time," she added which I thought just a bit flirtatious.

Laurie pulled her t-shirt over her head and since she did not seem to object, Steve's eyes followed her every movement. She reached behind unclasping her bra letting it slide off her shoulders and arm and she dropped it on a pile collecting at her feet. Her 36C breasts were gorgeous and stood firm, on her chest and I could see from her little buds that she was already excited as we both inspected her from top to bottom.

She slid her shorts down leaving a beige thong which she also slipped off exposing her shaved pussy to his approving eyes. Laurie has the prettiest pussy, with little puffy lips. Both Steve's and Laurie's eyes seemed to be glued to each other in a dance as she straightened up, almost waiting for him to give his nod of approval.

His smile, certainly was evidence of that as she moved to the tub and eased her foot and then leg into the tub and took a position opposite us.

"It's really warm," she invoked, the first words exchanged in quiet a while.

"Yea, really relaxing," he agreed before chiming in, "Bobby said you were an attractive lady but that doesn't quiet do you justice," he admired.

Laurie half blushed as she reached down and picked up the ***** she had laid on the side of the tub before entering.

The conversation was fairly casual for a few minutes as Steve allowed everyone to get comfortable before he rose up and declared he was getting a ***** from the pitcher he left on a table nearby.

I watched as Laurie's eyes took in his large dangling member and balls which were semi erect from the situation. Now it was her turn to check him out. He walked thru the water, her gaze following the organ dancing with each step. It wasn't lost on Steve that my wife was fully entranced by this time and was certainly up for whatever else he had in mind.

"As Steve re-entered the tub, he brought the pitcher and poured first my glass and then walked up and took a position next to Laurie. He refilled her glass standing just a foot away as her eyes darted between his and the package between his legs.

He felt comfortable proceeding, feeling confident she would not now rebuff his advances. "So Laurie, you don't appear to be uncomfortable at all with two men in a hot tub. You ever been with two guys, I mean sexually?" he pushed.

I wondered how she would respond but she didn't seem to be the least bit fazed by his question.

"Uh yea, before Bobby and I hooked up, I had my share of flings. Kind of had some fun times. I mean not that we don't have fun now," she corrected looking at me, "just a little wilder back in those days," Laurie said with just a tad slur.

"Really," Steve shot back. "What days, were those...college days?"

"Yea, mostly college. I was a bit of a wild *****. But then Bobby knows that. I dated some of his frat brothers. Matter of fact, he confessed one night he started dating me just to get in my pants," she laughed as she took a swig of her *****.

"And the wildest thing you ever did," Steve asked wondering if she'd scoff at him or confess almost as if we were playing a grown up game of truth or dare.

Laurie looked at me. I suppose trying to gather whether she should betray secrets known only to us to a stranger or add to the sexual tension in the air.

"Well, there was this one time with my college roommate Meagan," she began. I thought Laurie was going to talk about the night she and Meagan came home ***** from a bar and then both stripped and piled into bed with me. We spent the rest of the night, or at least before we all three dropped from exhaustion, having sex.

It was the first and last time I ever saw Laurie go down on another girl. It was evident by the way the two women carried on it wasn't their first time together but I never saw them together again. I did bring it up from time to time telling her how sexy it was and how much I'd like to do it again or even watch the two of them but it never seemed to materialize.

But instead of sharing the incident with me, Laurie revealed a time when Meagan brought home a black guy to their dorm room. Laurie said she heard the two of them come in and make love during the night but she had no idea he was black until the next morning.

Hearing this, I cut in without realizing what I was doing, "Was this when she was seeing Mike," I questioned.

"Yea," was her only response as she kept on with her story.

"Anyway, after he leaves she's telling me all about this guy, how good he was and everything... and I don't know, I'm not sure if it was a dare or what, but a few nights later the two of us end up at his fraternity house with all his black brothers, just me and Meagan."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. This was all news to me. I knew Laurie had a reputation for getting around on campus but I never heard anything about interracial sex or anything close to that.

"Well, we're the only two girls there and we all start *****ing and dancing and the next thing I know this guy's behind me rubbing his crotch on my ass as I'm dancing with his brother. The guy I was dancing with moves closer and starts kissing me. Well, I'd never been with a black guy before and the whole taboo scene was just so freaking erotic."

"Gerald, or Travis, I don't know which. Hell, it was all a blur, anyway one of them takes my shirt off and starts mauling my tits. The next thing I know, I look over and Meagans on her knees, naked giving head to a different guy than she was with the night before."

To say I was blown away with her story was an understatement and both Steve and I were glued to her tale as she stopped briefly only to take a *****.

"Anyways," she said, the ****** betraying her just slightly, "The guy I was dancing with pulls down his pants exposing this hard black cock and pushes me down to my knees. In seconds he had his massive dick pumping down my throat as the guy behind me takes off my bra and kneeling beside me, him and another guy start sucking my nipples."

"I don't know how long I sucked this cock but I heard Meagan groaning and looked over to see that she was now sitting on the couch with one guy fucking her and another standing on the couch pumping his cock in and out of her mouth."

"Finally the guy cums, and cums buckets let me tell you, when they picked me up and sat me down beside Meagan. Then they took turns fucking the both of us as we sat side by side. A couple of times I felt her reach out and take my hand, holding it in hers as we both sucked and fucked every dick in the house," Laurie finished.

******* fucker," Steve exclaimed softly. "Did you know your wife did all that" Steve gasped.

"No," I shook my head. "That's the first time I heard it," I confessed. "Is there any more like that," I asked kind of sarcastically.

"Well, that was the only time we were gang banged like that but it wasn't the last time I got together with some of Meagan's friends," she remarked pretty casually.

"Did Mike know anything about that. I mean he never told me," I asked. Mike was Meagan's long time boyfriend and a pretty close friend of mine in college although the two of us kind of lost touch after school.

"Not to my knowledge," Laurie shot back. "It was funny though. Mike would bring her home from a date or a night out and sometimes she'd call Gerald and he'd come over or she'd go over there. That girl loved her some black meat," Laurie added. "So you, you haven't said much about yourself," Laurie directed at Steve.

"Not much to tell really. Not anything like that," he added.

"Well, you're not married," Laurie surmised.

"No, done that. Not really cut out for that. I like the wild side too. Like you," he winked. "I'm bi and I like to let my hair down a bit. I have a steady girl I get with occasionally but I really get off role playing, getting a little dominant with my partner, that type of thing. Yea, I guess that's what I like most, dominating some young submissive man or woman... or couple," he added for emphasis.

I could see the look on Laurie's face as it was registering what he was implying. This seemed to be a segue into perhaps one of his sessions and she and I were to be his subjects. As the thoughts were running through her ******* soaked mind, Steve made his move, "like last week with Bobby there. We explored a side of himself he didn't know existed."

My ***** surged when he said it. It was out. He was going there. He was about to tell Laurie what we had done, what I had become.

"Did you say you and Meagan was it, did you say you two got together? That you're bisexual?" Steve asked her.

"I'm not sure if I said that but yea, I am, and we did, many times," Laurie smiled.

"Well then, that makes all of us. Looks like Bobby there's bi too. We got together last week at the conference didn't we sport?," Steve said glancing over at me.

Laurie sat in the water emotionless, just gazing at me, trying to collect what Steve had just said.

"Yea, I say bi, but I'm not quite certain about Bobby. I mean he really took to cock, didn't you boy," Steve asked looking at me now, matter of factly.

"No fucking way," Laurie uttered just over her breath. "I don't believe it, Bobby?"

Steve sat up on the edge of the hot tub, just a foot away from Laurie who once again gazed at the engorged cock and balls between his legs.

"Come here boy. Let's show Laurie what you like to do now," he commanded. I wanted to stay frozen in the water. But I knew this was the moment everything had led up to. This was why we were here. There was a part of me that wanted to refuse, to call him a liar. Say it never happened. But the other part of me was excited, wanting to go down on him, in front of Laurie, to have that cock, his cock that I had come to worship.

It was as if I was in a trance as I eased out of the tub and waded through the bubbling water coming face to face with his dick. I never looked over at Laurie. Instead, I just grabbed the cock, the dick I had become so familiar with, and placed it to my mouth like an old friend. I eased the head in as he placed a hand on my neck guiding my head up and down on his shaft.

"Holy *****" was the only utterance from my wife as I now took the cock in my mouth with total abandon, letting it slide as far down as I could without gagging. I was demonstrating to Laurie just how good I was at sucking cock and if there had been any doubts, they were totally erased now.

"Like I said, I question whether he's bi or just out an out gay now," Steve teased. "He simply can't get enough of my cock. He loves sucking down my load and really begs to have his ass fucked," Steve bragged.

While I had my eyes closed, I could feel Laurie's gaze on me and wondered what she was thinking.

"So, is your interest only in my husband? Did you have me brought here to show how you've turned him into a fag or now that you've had him, do you intend to have me as well?" Laurie asked point blank.

Her question made me stop dead as my lips froze on Steve's cock.

"Pretty direct aren't you," Steve shot back

"What is it then?" she asked.

"I want you both," he responded. "Actually, he's no good to you now. Bobby's got no interest in pussy. Tell her boy. Tell her what you are. Tell her what I made you," he commanded.

I took my mouth off his dick long enough to say I was a cock slut.

"No, that's not all, tell her all of it," he demanded.

I knew what he wanted to hear. I didn't want to hurt Laurie. I loved her. I know that sounds crazy but I did and I still do but I knew what he demanded to hear, "I'm a gay cock slut," I admitted.

Ashamed, I went back to sucking on Steve's huge rod which was now rock hard in my mouth,

"See, pretty worthless to you. Tell her boy. Tell your wife, would you rather suck my cock or lick her pussy?" Steve bragged.

The question made me reel. I didn't want to answer. Both, I like to do both. But I knew again what he wanted me to say, what I had to say, "Your cock, I love sucking your cock. And I love it when you fuck my ass. I'm your cock slut and you own my mouth and ass," I added for emphasis.

I couldn't help but think of all the thoughts going through Laurie's mind. Her husband confessing that he'd rather suck someone's cock and have them fuck him in the ass rather than make love to his own wife.

I opened my eyes when I heard water rushing as Laurie stood up. I thought she was going to get out of the tub. Perhaps rush out of the house never to see her again. Instead, it became quiet, then I heard the tell-tale sounds of kisses as I gazed up to see my wife kissing Steve. Their tongues in a hot embrace as he grabbed her breast and twisted a nipple.

I moved my fist up and down the hard shaft, jacking his cock slick with my saliva as my wife frenched him, her tiny pink tongue sliding in and out of his mouth.

Steve broke the kiss long enough to ask, "You know what a cuckold is boy?"

At the time I had never heard the term and shook my head no.

"A cuckold is a man who gives his woman up willingly to another man," he informed me. He grinned down at me before bending his mouth down to Laurie's breast and taking a hard nipple into his mouth causing her to gasp.

We stayed in the tub for several minutes and finally whispering broke the sounds as Steve suggested we get out of the tub and head into the den. Steve had Laurie sit on the couch and informed me to lick her real good and get her wet so he could fuck her.

"Get that tongue in there boy. Kiss that pussy that I'm gonna' be fuckin'," Steve commanded. Laurie was really getting into it as she guided my head, moving me from her soaked box to her clit. "Lick me, fuck, eat me," she groaned.

"Yea, that's all you'll be doing from now on. Licking that box getting her ready. Licking up the load I put in there. No more fucking pussy for you cucky boy. Not with that little clit down there. That's what you have is a clit. Not a cock. Not a dick...just a little clit," Steve teased.

I heard Laurie giggle at his chiding. "Laurie might even lick that little clit of yours from time to time or play with it but you can't fuck with a clit. Just rub it a little," he taunted.

Steve moved between her legs kneeling on the floor, his cock inches from her hole. "Kiss it boy. Kiss that cock that's gonna' fuck your wife and make you a cuckold," Steve hissed.

I placed my lips on the head of his dick and let it slip in for good measure. My own dick was rock hard and I don't think I had ever been as excited as I was at that moment.

"You know when I stick this cock into your wife what you are, don't you bitch," Steve barked.

"Yes sir," I replied back.

"Tell us then, tell both of us what you are," Steve directed.

"My wife's cuckold," I said back with my head down.

"And that's what you want isn't it boy? You want to be cuckolded. You want to give your wife to other men to fuck. Maybe she'll share with you and let you suck their cocks, maybe fuck that little bitch ass of yours. That's what you want isn't it, boy" Steve snapped.

"Yes sir, I want that. I want that more than anything," I heard Laurie moan as I looked up to see her pulling at her own nipples, raising her legs in anticipation of Steve's cock. Her knees bent and feet dangling in the air.

"Stick it in then. Stick my cock in your wife's pussy. Say goodbye to fucking her pussy bitch," he barked as I guided the head to her gaping slippery hole. He pushed it the rest of the way in as her lips engulfed his member and he raised her legs over his arms plunging the cock deeper into her twat. Stretched by his cock, she bucked back, thrashing her hands on the couch.

"Get down there and lick my balls while I fuck her bitch," he instructed as I slid down and sucked on his hairy balls, taking one in my mouth before sucking on the other. Occasionally I snuck my tongue to her engorged puffy lips and ran my tongue along her full slit to taste the juices that flowed from her hole.

"Your cock's so fucking big," Laurie moaned. "Fuck me, fuck my pussy, take it," she screamed as he crashed into her. "Fuck it's been so long since I had a cock that big. ****** fucker it feels good, take that pussy, fuck that pussy," Laurie chanted.

I couldn't remember her ever getting that graphic and verbal with me but instead of making me feel jealous or bad I seemed to get turned on as I continued lapping at her stuffed pussy and his full balls.

"Yea, I'm goanna like fucking this pussy... making it mine. I might share you with some friends. Some guys I know. You like that?" Steve ranted. "Maybe taking you to parties and having you fuck some total strangers, maybe doing some lezzy shows. I'd like watching you eat some twat for me while cuck boy down there sucks my cock," Steve chided.

Laurie was groaning, her butt going up and down so fast it was hard to keep my tongue glued to her slit. *****, oh ****, that feels so fucking good, yes, I'll fuck for you, I'll fuck who you tell me to. Since you've turned by husband into a faggot I guess I have no choice. I guess we both belong to you," Laurie panted.

"Yea, I'd love to see you gang banged again. I've never seen anything like that. That would be hot," Steve said between groans as his thrust became more fierce.

"Oh fuck, here cums my load baby," Steve warned as Laurie too began moaning. I could tell Steve was dumping his load up her womb as he slowed and pushed more deliberately before pulling out and instructing me to clean him off.

I sucked his cock in tasting the mixture of his cum and her pussy and relished every drop. Steve then had me lay under her as she ****** the cum out and I took in her cream. Only after I had received every drop did I get on my hands and knees and scoop up the remainder from her twat as she smiled and rubbed my head.

Even after all that, I looked up to see her mouth the words, "I love you." I know that sounds crazy but I'm not sure we were ever closer than that very moment.

The rest of the weekend, my wife slept with Steve and he spent most of the day having me suck her or him and the next night delighted her by taking me up the ass. It delighted me as well and she actually bent down and kissed me on the lips as Steve shot his wad up my ass. Later she told me it really turned her on to see me suck and fuck Steve.

Sunday afternoon we drove back down the mountain to Raleigh. On the way through the pass, she slipped off her shoes and stuck her feet up on the dash, but not before removing her shorts and panties leaving her naked ass on the seat.

"You know this wasn't just for the weekend," she said looking over at me. "Did you mean what you said about being my cuckold? Is that what you want?" Laurie asked, her gaze focused on me as I tried to both steer and focus on what she was asking.

"I love you Laurie. I love you so very much and in a weird way, I think I love you more right now than ever before. Does that make sense?" I asked not sure I answered her question.

"It does. And maybe someday this will change but for now and until I decide otherwise, you're exactly what you said you were. You will be my cuckolded husband. I will bring men and women home and fuck them in front of you. You'll never do anything with the women and on most, if not every occasion, I will likely have you suck the men's cocks. Because we both know what you are, what you have become."

"You will watch them fuck me, me sucking them, making love to them, and then you will suck their load from my used pussy. You'll be the cuckold you agreed to be. When we're with Steve, you will do anything he says without question.....as I will. We will both serve him. But in his absence, you will serve me. You will be my devoted cuckold, encouraging men to fuck your wife. Is that understood?" Laurie finished.

I looked over to see her fingers plunged deep into her box. My wife was now my mistress and Steve was our master. I knew my place and what I had become. The weekend we shared was just the start of what was to come. My transition from a gay cock slut to my wife's cuckolded husband was complete. What I didn't know was just how much Laurie would adjust to her new role.

Nor did either of us know then, the extent Steve would go as our new master.

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Chasing Fate


Last summer on a business trip to Chicago, I had a life altering event which has sent my life in a whole new direction. Until then, I was happily married man with a very attractive wife and had what I assumed what was an active and healthy sex life. We've talked about having ********, but given that both of our jobs require us to travel quite a bit, we decided to put it off until our jobs require less time away from home.

Both my wife and I are in our early thirties and we still have our life in front of us to build a family. Ann is a beautiful blonde with a dynamite body. We met in college and she has always been up for sex. I really cannot think of a time when she turned down my advances. On the contrary, in many cases it was she who began our love play. I guess that's one reason that I might glance at other women, but never gave serious thought about cheating on my wife.

Then last summer a man seduced me on a business trip and tapped a hidden desire I never knew existed. I don't believe I ever thought much about seeing a naked guy in the shower at the local gym or even watching a porn movie with my wife or a couple of buddies. Then in one afternoon, my world was turned upside down when a total stranger made me his "bitch". I sucked my first cock and let him fuck my ass. Since that initial encounter with another man, I have not been able to get the picture out of my mind. There I was, kneeling before a man I had never met before, as I ran my tongue over his balls and sucked on his cock.

I found that when Ann and I made love, as I closed my eyes I pictured it was his dick going into my ass instead of my cock into her pussy. I would watch Ann licking on my dick and envision I was going down on that cock. Don't get me wrong. Sex with my wife was still great but I couldn't get the scenes out of my mind which played over and over.

On the occasions Ann was out of the house traveling or shopping, I would jump on our computer and surf the Internet for gay sites. The more video I watched, the more my desire for gay sex continued to build. I was always careful to erase the history on our browser so Ann did not see what her husband was viewing. On the couple of occasions we had watched porn movies together in the past, she had always cited her dislike for girl on girl scenes. If she thought me watching lesbian videos were disgusting, I could not fathom what she would think of her husband's new found desire for gay sex.

One evening I found an adult personals site and created a screen name for myself. After a couple of weeks I became brave enough to contact someone who lived in my city. His name was David and he had several photos posted. He didn't post any nude photos, but from those he featured on the site, he was well built. David had sandy blonde hair, a good tan, and appeared to be in his mid to late twenties.

I left a message for him on the website message board to contact me if interested using the screen name I had created. In a couple of days he returned my email and we started emailing each other frequently sharing a little bit about ourselves. I was careful not to reveal too much about myself but I did share my first gay experience and told him I was a married man but anxious to experience another encounter with a man.

David encouraged us to get together but each time I found an excuse why we couldn't. I suppose something in the back of mind kept saying this was a bad idea while something else kept tugging at me...pushing me to set a date for the two us to meet.

Then one evening during supper, Ann stated she wanted to visit her mom and dad for the weekend. She asked if I had any plans and I told her that I had a ton of things to do at the office and around the house but encouraged her to go ahead and visit. That evening, while my wife was in the den watching a show, I emailed David and told him my weekend was free. The next morning before I headed off to the office I checked my email and David had already read my message and emailed me back.

He provided the name and address of a bar in town which was gay friendly. While I had never heard of the bar, I was familiar with that area and told him I would be there Friday after work.

I left the office early on Friday to get a jump on the traffic. I had knots in my stomach as I drove to our rendezvous. Should I be doing this? Would it be as exciting as the first time? Entering the bar, it did not look any different than any other bar I had been to. There was quite a crowd already and I did notice some were paired off with people of the same sex but nothing quite like I had imagined. I guess I had let my imagination run wild with what people would be wearing and doing but it was pretty much like any other bar. I ordered a beer and sat at a table watching the door. I was on my third beer when David walked in the bar. He looked every bit like the pictures he posted on his site. He scanned the room before our eyes locked and I motioned him over. He smiled and walked confidently over to the table. David looked at my beer and stated he hoped he hadn't kept me waiting.

I ordered David a beer as he settled in taking a long sip from the frosty mug. We began chatting about little things in our day and I felt so comfortable around my new friend. After several beers, he began sharing how he too had been married and once considered himself to be a die-hard heterosexual. David revealed that a guy who went to work at his company began to make subtle advances. At first taken back by such overtures, he soon became curious and eventually found himself giving in. After several months, he and his wife separated and he and his coworker got an apartment together.

David saw the look in my eyes as he shared his story. He reached over and put his hand on top of mine on the table. "Don't worry Larry," "Mark knows I'm here. He actually encouraged me to contact you." My mind was racing at the thought of two guys. I had prepared myself for meeting David but it never occurred to me that it might be a threesome. Yet, I felt the warmth from David's hand and the electricity it seemed to generate through my body.

"Look, let's go back to my place and have a *****. Mark's interested in meeting you too. If you feel uncomfortable, you can leave and we'll both understand," said David. That didn't sound unreasonable. If I got into something that was over my head, I would just get the hell out. "Okay, let's do it," I replied.

We drove over to David's apartment which was not far from the bar. A good thing with all the beers I had already consumed. We pulled up in front of his apartment and David exited his car smiling at me. "Thanks for coming. Our apartment is on the second floor." We walked up a couple of flights as I felt David's hand rub across my back every time we turned a corner. He pushed open his door and entered holding the door open for me.

"Mark, we're here," he said as we both walked in. I looked around the den which was well furnished with a nice plasma TV over the fireplace mantle. A stereo was playing in the background as I took in the surroundings. Mark entered the room from the hallway and I'm sure he saw the surprise on my face. Mark was clad only in a pair of gym shorts but the real shock was Mark was black. He had to be 6'3 as he filled the hall door. "I take it you're Larry," Mark said as he extended his hand to me. I found it hard to talk as I finally managed to meekly reply, "Yes...and you're Mark?"

"From your expression I suppose Dave didn't tell you I'm black," Mark said as he walked over to the couch and sat down. "Is that a problem for you?" "No," I replied, "I guess I just wasn't thinking..." Mark cut off my rambling reply as he told David to get us all something to *****.

"I'm sorry, you were saying...," Mark said looking back at me. "Nothing really, it's nice to meet you." David handed us our beers as I watched Mark gulp down most of the bottle before setting it on the table. Mark glanced over at David and said, "Dave, why don't you get comfortable while Larry and I get to know each other better." David left the room as Larry began asking me about what I did for a living. I was hesitant to reveal much about my personal life but I guess the beer was beginning to loosen my tongue and Mark was so matter of fact about it all. I could certainly see how David's will had melted with this guy. His gaze seemed to penetrate right through me.

I heard David in the kitchen and Mark turned in that direction and said, "Dave, bring us a couple more beers when you come." I was blown away when David turned the corner from the kitchen. He held two beers in one hand and one in the other. But what blew me away was he was buck assed naked. I gazed at his tanned chest and there in each nipple was a small gold ring hanging from the hard little tips. His stomach was completely flat, with chiseled abs that would make anyone in the gym envious. My eyes were also glued to his crotch where his cock swung back and forth as he walked into the room. Then it dawned on me that he was completely shaved. There was not a hair on his crotch as he handed Mark his beer, then mine, and sat down on the floor at Mark's feet.

Mark reached out and rubbed his big hand through David's hair. "I think Larry's a bit overwhelmed," said Mark. My gaze was fixed on the little gold rings dangling from David's nipples. Mark must have noticed as he bent down and pulled on David's left nipple, rubbing it between his fingers and thumb as David closed his eyes letting his head roll back on Mark's leg.

"I see you're fascinated with David's nipples." "Actually David had his nipples pierced when he committed himself to me and moved in. "I've just never seen a guy with nipple rings," I said. "And it's the first time I've ever seen a guy who shaves his crotch." Mark smiled as he pulled on David's nipple. "I like to keep him that way."

Even with the buzz I had going from the beer, his reply shot through me... "I keep him that way!" It was the way you talk about property. Now things were perfectly clear, David was submissive to Mark. It all made sense now. I had read stories in magazines about dominant and submissive relationships; I had just not encountered one, at least not like that. My mind raced as I thought about what I had told David about my encounter in Chicago. How I let a stranger seduce me in a sauna, take me back to my hotel room, where I sucked his cock and let him fuck my ass. He had called me his bitch and I admitted... I was his bitch."

Did Mark intend to use me like he apparently uses David? Even as loaded I was on the beers, I was not about to leave my wife and get caught up in that type of relationship. "Larry?" I was pulled out of my thoughts with Mark looking dead into my eyes. "What were you thinking about? Were you thinking of what it would be like to suck on my cock? You ever had a black dick before Larry? Ever had a black dick fill your mouth? My heart was beating fast as Mark looked down at David and said, "Dave, why don't you show Larry what he wants to see. David gently kissed Mark's knee as he turned around and began pulling at the top of Mark's shorts. Mark's eyes never left mine as he took a gulp from his beer and rubbed his other hand across the back of David's head.

When David had freed Mark of the shorts and slipped them off his legs he moved to one side so that Mark's crotch came into view. His cock was enormous. I can't recall seeing one as large and it wasn't even fully erect. David reached down with his lips and lifted the head of Mark's cock, taking it into his mouth. He moved up and down on it as his lips slid over the head and down the shaft. David took his right hand and began pumping the black cock which disappeared in his mouth.

I stared at David as he knelt before Mark on his knees working his head up and down on the shaft. Mark continued to toy with David's nipple, pulling on the little gold ring, while never breaking his gaze on me. I could feel my dick getting harder and harder in my pants as I watched my new friend submitting to his lover. I watched David's dick began to swell. I was still taken back by his shaved crotch. The absence of hair seemed to make his cock and balls stand out at it began to sway back and forth and he worked on Mark's cock.

Mark broke the silence, filled only by the stereo which played faintly in the background and David's slurping sounds as he licked and swallowed his prize. "Larry, why don't you take those clothes off and show me what you've got under there."

My eyes never left the scene before me as I felt myself pulling my shirt over my head. I slipped off my shoes and socks and stood as I unbuckled my belt. I undid my trousers and pushed them down my legs. I stepped free of the pants that were bundled around my ankles standing before Mark in my boxers. He just stared at me as he said, "Those too."

I pulled my boxers off and stood there waiting for Mark's next command. That's what it was – a command. He was in control the moment he had shook my hand when we met. "Turn around Larry, I want to get a look at that ass of yours," Mark said appraisingly. I faced the other direction. "Good, now bend over and spread your cheeks." I didn't think twice as I bent over and pulled my ass apart with both hands. I heard Mark chuckle as he said, "That's good, really good. Now why don't you crawl over here and join Dave sucking my dick."

I turned around and slid down to my hands and knees and crawled over to the couch. David moved to one side as he pulled the black dick from his mouth and held it out for me. It was slick with David's saliva. "Go ahead," said David. "You'll love it." I hesitated for only a second as I bent over and kissed the head of his dick. Mark wrapped a hand around the back of my head and pushed his dick into my mouth. I moved my head up and down on the huge pole as Mark fucked my face. I felt David get up and I took my place where he had knelt. Mark reached down, and as he had with David, twisted my right nipple between his thumb and finger.

"You like that black cock don't you Larry?," Mark sneered. I didn't reply as he again questioned, "You like my black cock in your mouth don't you boy?" This time he twisted harder on my nipple as I nodded up and down, my mouth filled with his cock. "Tell me then, tell me what you like." "I like your cock in my mouth," I replied removing his dick now dripping with my saliva. Mark took his dick in his hand and rubbed it across my face, pressing it against my lips, continuing to taunt me, telling me how I was now hooked on his black dick.

He told me to turn around on all fours. I looked back as I saw him pull out some lube from the end table beside the couch. I had fantasized about taking a dick in my ass for months but a terror ran through me as I thought about how big he was. "Mark, you're way too big for me..." Mark cut me off in mid sentence. "Don't worry white boy, I'll go slow on your little cherry ass. I know you had a dick there before but you ain't never had a dick like this." I felt his thumb pushing into my ass, spreading lube, as he opened me up for the invasion of his giant pole. His thumb felt good as he pushed and twisted it in my ass. I pushed back as he grabbed a cheek in his hand. Then I felt the head of his dick at my asshole and he pushed slowly until the head popped in. My asshole clinching tightly around the crown of his dick.

Then it hit me. He wasn't wearing a condom. "Wait... I want you to fuck me but put on a condom." Mark pushed forward as he laughed, "Boy I don't wear no condoms. Believe me, before we're done, you'll be begging me to bury my come up your ass. You won't be able to get enough of my juice," he replied as he pushed further and further in my ass. "Please Mark.....," I begged. "You're a polite ****** fucker aren't cha'. Just shut up and fuck."

I thought he was going to split me in two. I begged him to take it out but Mark just laughed, pulling slowly out and then pushing back in. He held firmly on my ass and laid across my back when I tried to squirm away. Eventually I knew there was no way I could squeeze out of this man's grasp as he lay across my back and pushed further into my ass.

I felt him reach around and grab my dick. I was surprised that it was limp with everything that as going on. I did have some cum that seemed to leak from the head of my dick. He wiped it up with his fingers and reached up and stuck his fingers in my mouth. I opened my mouth and tasted my own cum. "Tell me how much you like my black dick in your ass." I knew what I had to say and actually as the pain was beginning to give way I found myself meeting his thrust. I could feel his pubic hair as it rubbed up against my cheeks...the warmth of his dick in my hole. "I love your black dick in my ass. Fuck me with you big black dick. Yes, I love your cock," I cried out. "You want my cum in your white boy ass?" Mark asked. "Yes, please fill me with your cum. I want to feel your hot cum," I shouted back. Mark grunted and he pushed harder, pushing his hands into the middle of my back. Then I felt his warm liquid as he slammed into my ass over and over until he pulled his dick free with a loud pop, sliding his dick across the crack of my ass. He squirted one more time across my cheek as he rubbed his black hose across my butt, drawing little circles on my cheeks.

"Turn around," he commanded. I did and stared at the black cock that bobbled between his legs. "That was good boy....did you get it all David?, he asked, looking over to the kitchen. I looked over and there was David with a camcorder in his hands. My heart felt like it sunk into my stomach. I started to leap up when Mark caught my shoulder and pulled me roughly back to the floor. "Whoa boy. Don't worry. That's just our fun tape. It's not going anywhere. That is if you're a good boy." What the hell do you mean good boy?" I replied. "No one need ever see that except us. And one day you'll ask to see it over and over," Mark replied.

What did he mean one day? I had not meant this to be anything other than a one time thing. Clearly Mark had other plans. "Look Mark, I'm a married man...and maybe this was a bad idea." "Bad idea or not," said Mark, "You need to start listening instead of giving me lip. Now are you gonna' listen or do we need to mail a copy of that to your little wife? Let her know how much you like dick. I'll bet she'll really like seeing something like that."

What had I gotten myself into? "Now, what's it gonna' be Larry?, asked Mark" I knew he was much too big for me to overpower. I felt a cold rush over me as I dropped my head and said I'd listen. "Very good," he replied. "Now, David and I are just looking for a little fun and you've already proven you're a lot of fun. I know you're married and that's okay. But when I call you and tell you to come over, you get you ass over here. Do you understand?" I was blown away. I couldn't believe what he was asking. "Do you understand?, he asked again. "I understand," I heard myself meekly reply.

"Good, bring that over here Dave." David walked over and handed Mark the video camera. "Now to show me you fully understand, Dave here needs a blowjob." Dave walked over to where I was still sitting on the floor, his dick slightly erect. I looked over at Mark on the couch who stared at me with growing impatience. I reached up and took David's dick and brought it to my mouth. I licked the shaft and brought it back between my lips as David grasped my head with both hands. I stroked his dick with one hand as I wrapped my other around his ass.

"That's it," directed Mark from the couch. "Now suck on his balls." I took David's balls in my mouth, as I continued to stroke his dick with my hand. It was much smaller than Mark's and fit easily in my hand as I rubbed its head.

"I think he gonna' cum. You going to cum Dave?" asked Mark. David nodded as his grip on my head tightened. "Suck his cock Larry. Let him cum down your throat and don't let me find any wasted sperm or you'll do it again."

I continued to pump his cock with my hand, my mouth tightly wrapped around the head of his dick. I felt his thighs tighten under my hand as the first wave of sperm splashed the top of my mouth. I swallowed as fast as I could as he shot splash after splash in my mouth. It was warm as it slid down my throat. He released the tight grip on my head as he removed his dick from my mouth. I stared at the pink head with its slit still oozing come. I moved the head back to my lips and licked the remainder from his dick as he shivered.

"That was excellent," Mark sighed. I looked over to see Mark once again filming me. I sighed but deep down I knew he already had all the video he needed from earlier as I sucked on his dick and let him fuck me in the ass. Mark had me right where he wanted me. The only thing was where was he taking me?

Mark told us to go get cleaned up. As I started to walk past him, he reached over and grabbed me by the pubic hair. I stopped dead in my tracks as it felt like a patch of hair came out in his hand. "And get rid of this. I like my boys smooth." Still reeling from the pain, I started to tell him to get fucked when I saw him give me that look. He wasn't asking me to shave it – he was telling me.

David and I went into the bathroom as he ran the shower for a second to get the temperature right. We stepped in and he looked into my eyes. "Please don't be angry with me but Mark made him bring someone home. He made it clear. Get him another boy or get the hell out. It'll be alright... I promise. You'll see... and I really, really do like you. We can have a great time together." David pushed me gently against the tile wall as he slid his body against mine. I felt the cool little rings in his nipples push against my chest, teasing my nipples, as they rubbed back and forth. We kissed as his tongue pushed past my lips as he explored my eager mouth. His lips trailed down my chin to my hardening nipple where he sucked on it, gently pulling my bud into his mouth, pulling on it with his teeth. He sank to his knees and took my growing hard on in his mouth.

David sucked on my dick, sucking better than my wife ever did. He seemed to caress my dick, holding my balls in his hands. His mouth was hot and wet as he swirled his tongue around the head of my cock. It dawned on me that with all the sex I had, I still had not cum. But it wouldn't be long with David sucking hard on my cock. The hot water from the shower splashed against his back as I felt my balls tighten and the first spurts of my semen splashed against the back of his throat. I emptied what seemed like gallons of cum until at last my tense body went limp and David scooted back up my body. His lips found mine as he once again pushed our mouths apart with his tongue. This time he was pushing my own cum back into my mouth as we both savored the warm, salty load that I had deposited in his mouth.

David ran his soft hands across my chest with the soap. His hands made me feel warm and I felt something envelope me as he held me close under the water. He had me sit on a seat built into the shower stall. He stepped out for a few seconds and retuned with scissors, a razor and shaving cream. He turned off the water and began pulling at my pubic hair, clipping it close to the skin with the scissors. When it was a fine matt, he smeared shaving cream over my cock and balls. He reached outside the shower door and pulled a small bowl into the shower that was filled with warm water. He gently stroked my crotch with the razor, careful not to cut me. After he had shaved the crotch completely bare, he took my balls into his hand and carefully shaved each one.

He dipped a washcloth in the bowl and wiped the remaining cream from my crotch. "Turn around, bend over, and pull your cheeks apart," David said. "My ass too?," I asked. "Mark will inspect you and you better be smooth," David replied. I pulled my cheeks apart. As I did so, I felt Mark's sperm seep out my ass and run down my leg. David didn't comment as he wiped it away with the cloth and spread the shaving cream on my ass. Then I felt the razor glide across my ass and asshole.

When he was through, he stood up and tuned back on the shower. Taking the nozzle from its holder, he sprayed the water directly on my ass and then turning me around, my crotch. As the remaining white foam slid off my body and down the drain, I looked down at my dick bobbing back and forth.

I hadn't seen my bald dick look like that since junior high school when I had just started sprouting hairs on my balls. It looked really strange seeing my cock without hair. After I was rinsed off. David grabbed us both a towel and we dried off. He handed me some baby oil and told me to spread it on my skin. As I spread the oil on my cock and balls, I felt my dick begin to stiffen again. David and I walked into the den where Larry was now seated in a lounge chair watching television. "Come here Larry," Mark commanded. I walked over and he rubbed his huge calloused hands across my bare skin. He took my balls in his hands and I felt him slide a finger between my crack and into my asshole. As he rubbed my bald cock and balls, I found I liked it. It felt good having his hands slide over my cock. His fingers probing in my ass. I was actually disappointed when he slid his finger out of my asshole.

"I expect you back here next Friday and I expect when you get here to leave your clothes at the door. You will undress before you come in and you better be as smooth as you are right now. Do you understand?"

"I understand," I replied.

After I dressed, David and I kissed at the door. I felt like a young sixteen year old leaving his date at the door. Not wanting to break the kiss but looking forward to the next date wondering what the next time would have in store. I drove home thinking about everything that had happened. How was I going to explain my naked crotch to my wife? What would become of the video they made? All I knew was that was not the evening that I had expected but I couldn't wait till next Friday. I wanted to be back on my knees servicing Mark. I wanted David to kiss me again. I wanted to take their come down my throat. I wanted David to fuck me like Mark had. I wanted to feel Mark's hot come splashing in my ass. I wasn't mad at David. I had to get home and e-mail him how I felt. Maybe he would encourage me to come back tomorrow. I wasn't sure I could wait a week.

Sammi jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Ann was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. "Hey babe," Ann said with a quick kiss to the cheek as she pushed past with an armful of packages. "Could you grab my bags and the rest of the packages in the car," she asked not really looking for a reply. Opening the car door I saw that she and her mom had been on a mall mission as the back seat was covered in bags of department store booty.

Later as I sat in my chair flipping channels on the remote I could hear Ann in the background going on and on about this store and that...this outfit and the other. "Are you listening to me?" she asked. "Why don't you turn that off and listen to what I'm saying," she chided.

"I'm sorry babe," I replied. Ann held up a garment... a bright yellow top as she held it closely to her chest. "What do you think?" she asked with a smile growing on her face.

"I love it...its really nice," I said trying to fake my excitement. I'm not sure why women get so worked up on clothes. Houdini himself would have been proud as she pulled one garment after the other out of the bag, never seeming to find the bottom.

"The yard looks great," she said getting up and heading into the kitchen. "You were a good boy this weekend." Good Boy! If she only knew that was the exact words Mark used as he ****** his will on me. Making me submissive to his desires. My ass was still sore from the pounding he took on it Friday night when he pushed his big dick up my ass. I worked like a madman on the yard. It was as much to get my mind off Mark and David as it was taking care of yard duties.

Ann retired early after dinner leaving me in the den watching TV. I walked over to the computer and checked my emails but there was still no response from David. I had decided not to write him sharing my feelings about the night before. Half expecting he'd write me. My mind was conflicted with feelings. Guilty... hiding my weekend from my wife. Terrified at the implications of a video tape of the whole torrid evening. What would my wife...my family...my friends think of me if they saw the video of me worshipping Mark's cock. His black dick pumping in and out of my ass as I begged him to cum in my ass?

I walked into the bedroom and Ann was reading one of her health magazines. No doubt enthralled at one more diet plan she would place us both on for a couple of weeks before it was back to eating what the hell we wanted. Neither of us had the discipline to stay on a plan. I walked into the bathroom, stripping clothes as I went. I pulled off my shorts in the bathroom and stared down at my naked cock. Completely hairless as my cock rested on my balls. Sooner or later I would have to show Ann. It might as well be tonight.

I stepped under the water, letting the warm streams slap against my face, running down my chest. I grabbed the soap and started with my balls as I soaked them and then my dick. It still seemed so strange seeing my hairless cock as I stroked the shaft. It was a constant reminder that Mark was in control of me. Looking down I knew that in a few days I would again be on my knees servicing him. Doing whatever he asked.

I stepped out of the shower, rubbing a towel all over my body before tying it at the waist. "Babe, I did something for you this weekend," I said before I exited the bathroom.

"What's that sweets?" Ann asked as I turned the corner. Her eyes still buried in the magazine. I dropped the towel as my cock, starting to swell, began to rise between my legs.

"I saw something in one of my magazines...and I was thinking of you," I lied. "and I decided to do something.

"What babe?", she asked still enthralled in the magazine before her. "This, " I said with emphasis. Ann's eyes met mine in puzzlement as she looked at me wondering just what the hell I was talking about. Eventually her gaze left my eyes and settled on the wand which was rising between my legs. "What did you do?" she uttered as her eyes widened.

"I saw a couple of pictures in one of my magazines and I noticed he had a shaved crotch. And I've read articles in the past about it and I decided what the hell...why not.," I replied.

"I'll tell you why not...do you know how much that's going to itch when it grows back?" Ann had no idea that Mark would never let it grow back. He made it very clear I was to be smooth as a baby when he saw me again. Ann kept her pussy groomed but it was far from shaved. Just neat enough to hide away in her bikini bottoms.

"I thought you'd like it," I continued trying to gain her approval. "Well, it does make your dick look bigger doesn't it?" she half chuckled as she began to lose interest looking back at her magazine. I slid into bed and snuggled up beside her.

"Oh no big boy, I've had a long drive today and I'm wiped out. No loving tonight." My dick had already betrayed my thoughts as my stiff dick rubbed against her side. "I'll let you rub my back though," she countered as her eyes met mine.

Confident of where I could steer the evening I agreed as she rolled over on her stomach. I pulled up her t-shirt that she ****** in and rubbed my palms into her shoulder blades. Rubbing my hands across her back as I probed with my fingers, lightly clamping down on her neck.

She moaned approvingly as I continued the massage. After a couple of minutes, I urged her to flip over so I could do her front. She tuned over and I started lightly tickling her chest. She loved me to run my fingers lightly over her breast and stomach. I moved up and drew circles round her pink nipples as they began to harden like little finger tips. I reached out and pinched one as she gasped. Her nipples have always been sensitive and I knew she felt it all the way to her pussy.

Confident she was now my prize, I continued to tweak her nipple as I let my hand wander to her pussy. I moved my hand under the elastic of her panties, gliding over her bush, until I felt her puffy little lips, already beginning to moisten under my touch. Reaching down I ran my tongue across her breast moving up to greet my lips. I tongued her tit, sucked on her nipple and then gently bit on her little bud as Ann gasped at my touch.

Squeezing her tit, I continued to slide my finger across her clit as her box became wetter and wetter. I moved my tongue down her chest to her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button, still tweaking her nipple with my hand.

I moved down and began to slide her panties off as she raised her hips letting them slide down her soft lean legs, kicking them off altogether. My tongue made a mad dash to her pussy, snaking its way into her hole before sliding up and sucking on her clit. I stuck my finger in her pussy as my face was buried in her pussy. The hairs on her pussy tickled my nose as I rubbed my face in her burning box.

Juices ran down her crotch to her ass as I traced the stream and started to push my finger into her ass. "No," she uttered almost silently. I pulled my finger back for a few seconds as I felt her passion rising. I again dared to probe her asshole with my finger. "No babe," she again uttered louder denying me that treat which I never dared ask for before.

I retreated my attention to her pussy, sucking harder one last time before I scooted up her body, reaching down to my dick and guiding it into her slippery box. I lay across her body planted kisses on her neck as my dick pushed in further and further into her pussy. I felt her pussy hairs against my naked cock. A feeling quite unlike what I had felt before.

I seemed to slide easily across her pussy as her juices serves as a slick lubricant for my cock. I felt her body tense up and I knew that as her signal she was going to cum. I snaked my tongue into her mouth as she sucked hard on it, almost pulling it out of my mouth as her head twisted from side to side, taking my tongue with it. She groaned out in passion as her body pushed up hard against mine, up and down, until she went limp under my body.

She let out one long sigh as she lay quietly under me. I rolled off her body, my rock hard cock slick with her juices. "Damn, that was good baby," Ann said with great exhaustion. "I am wiped out for sure now." She propped up on one elbow and looked down at my dick starting to subside. "You want me to take care of you?," she asked.

"Yea, that would be great," I replied. Ann reached into our nigh stand, taking out the lube she kept there, and rubbed it into her hands before reaching out to my dick, stroking it with the touch I had always looked forward to before. I closed my eyes as her hands wrapped itself around my dick again rising to the occasion.

Her tight grip was warm around my head...like David's lips which just a few days ago, wrapped around my cock. His mouth was so wet as he licked the crown, his mouth moving up and down on my shaft as he cupped my balls in his hands. I remember looking down, occasionally he would look up, his eyes staring into mine, the little gold rings in his nipples shining as his chest moved up and down.

I had let two men fuck me in the ass but I had never fucked another man but I knew I wanted my first to be David. I wanted to bury my dick up his ass, feeling his warm cheeks pushing back against my cock as I reach around and pull on his nipples. Toying with the rings which decorated his tits.

Like Mark, I wanted to stick my dick into him without a condom, shooting my sperm deep into his belly. I wanted to lie beside him as my sperm slipped out of his ass while we kissed.

"Wow...you really did need to come," Ann's voice bought me back to earth as my dick shot sperm through the air. She jumped off the bed and was back with a washcloth before my dick had ceased its launch. She took a couple of swipes and headed back into the bathroom.

She kneeled back on the bed and slipped over me taking her customary place in our bed. "That was great babe. You were really intense." If only she knew what I was thinking when I shot that load.

Ann leaned over and kissed me again quickly on the lips before she said goodnight and picked back up her magazine. I tuned over and closed my eyes. My dick still leaking cum as my thoughts returned to the images in my head. Cuddling up close to my lover, wrapping my arms tightly around him. Taking his tit in my hand, the cool little metal ring resting in my fingers. "Goodnight baby."

"Goodnight," I sighed as I fell off to *****.

I was relaxing in the Jacuzzi, the hot water splashing over my back, when I heard the phone ring in the kitchen. Ann answered, but since she did not immediately call for me, I sunk lower in the pool, the jets pounding my body. My head was just above the water when I looked up with Ann holding the phone out for me. "It's for you...your friend Mark?"

I recognized the voice immediately as I felt a tremor through my body. "Evening Larry. I assume that was Ann," asked Mark already knowing the answer. "She sounds sweet." I searched for a response but my silence said it all. "David and I are looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Have you missed me?" he asked. "Yes," I replied. "I bet you have. I bet you've missed sucking on my big black dick. Let me hear you say it," Mark said as I felt his presence through the receiver. I looked around for Ann who had stepped back into the house. "I've missed sucking on your big black dick," I said directly into the phone trying to keep my voice down. "I'm not sure you have," replied Mark, "Say it like you mean it," he commanded. "I've missed sucking on your big black cock," I stated louder, looking over my shoulder as I wondered where Ann might be. "I know you have," Mark said somewhat amused, "...and I'll let you get your fill tomorrow. Be here at six sharp and make sure you're naked when you get here. The phone clicked and in a moment there was a dial tone. Just as suddenly, Ann stepped out onto the deck. I wondered if she overheard my conversation.

"Who's Mark?" she asked. "Just a friend," I replied. "He was asking if I might be able to grab a couple of beers after work. That okay with you," I inquired as Ann picked up a glass. "I guess. You're not going to be too late are you? "No, just a few ********* I replied. "Whatever," she retorted as she headed back into the house. That was much easier than I thought.

The afternoon seemed to drag by as I thought about the evening ahead. Driving across town, I could see images of David standing at the door to greet me. Before leaving the office I had changed into shorts, a t-shirt, and tennis shoes. I knew my secretary assumed I was off to the gym. In reality, it was just quicker to disrobe from. Mark had been clear – be naked when you get here.

I walked up the flight of steps to Mark and David's apartment. My heart was pounding in my chest as I looked around for anyone who might be headed my way. The coast seemed to be clear. At the door, I once again, looked around but it was quiet. I slipped off the shoes and quickly pulled the t-shirt over my head. I slipped out of my shorts and in an instant I was naked standing at the apartment door. I rang their doorbell and could hear the soft murmur of the TV.

I heard a car doors slam and the voices of a couple as they made there way in my direction. I knocked on the door as I felt fear taking hold...the voices getting louder as they stepped on the first step of the stairs. The doorknob turned and David was standing there with a smile beaming across his face. I had just stepped into the apartment when I heard the couple turn the corner to our flight of stairs.

Mark was seated in a lounge chair watching TV. "I see you can follow instructions. That's good. Come over here," he said. I walked over to him as he took his hand and rubbed it across my stomach, down to my cock, and then resting with his hands holding my balls. "Good, very good." "Tonight is movie night," said Mark. "You like movies?" I nodded my head. "Have a seat as he patted the side of the chair," indicating I should sit at his feet. "Get us a ***** Dave."

I heard the clink of ice filling the glasses as Mark informed me this was going to be a special viewing. David brought each of us a *****, before retrieving his, and taking his position on the other side of the chair. Mark aimed the remote in the direction of the fireplace mantle and the Hi-def TV screen located above filled with an image of he and David seated on the couch.

"So you ever had a man before David?" David on the video simply shook his head slowly back and forth. "But you've thought about it haven't you?" David just looked at Mark. "You've fantasized about what it would be like to suck on my dick haven't you? I've seen the way you've looked at me at the office. I've seen you check out my package. You want to see my dick don't you?" David just stared, sometimes blinking, as Mark continued his taunts. "I've bet you've thought about it often." Mark reached down and unzipped his fly and pulled his long dick through the trousers. David's eyes got wider as he stared at the ebony flesh. "You want to touch it Dave?" Mark asked. David just nodded as Mark reached out and placed David's hand on his dick.

"Stroke that dick boy." David moved his hand up and down as Mark's pole swelled in his hands. "Remove your shirt boy," Mark sneered. David lifted his shirt over his head and returned his hand to Mark's shaft. I stared at the screen and realized that David's nipples, while hard, was absent of the rings which intrigued me so. I looked over at David, seated on the other side of the chair, the rings hanging from each bud. I really did like the way he looked with the little gold rings piercing his nipples.

I looked back at the screen as Mark rubbed David's chest, reaching out and tweaking David's tits. He winced but continued to stroke Mark's meat. ""Why don't you take it in your mouth boy. We both know you want to. On your knees and suck my dick," taunted Mark. David slid to his knees and began sucking on Mark's cock. His tongue reached out and tentatively licked the head before Mark pushed up with his hips sending the pink head into his mouth. "Yea, suck that black dick boy. It tastes good ...don't it boy." David only nodded as he slurped loudly on Mark's cock.

As I studied the video, I began to wonder about how it was filmed. David had moved out of frame occasionally so it must have been stationary. And he didn't seem to look at it. As I looked around our surroundings, it dawned on me it must have been placed on the mantle. That was the direction it seemed to capture. Mark saw me looking around and snapped me back to attention. "Watch the movie cocksucker," he commanded.

I looked back to the screen to see David had freed Mark of his pants. "Take them pants off boy. I'm gonna' give you some of this. That's what you want isn't it." David slowly nodded as Mark sneered, "Tell me what you want," commanded Mark. "I want you to fuck me. Please fuck me Mark. David dropped his pants and kicked them off. Mark pushed David against the couch, his knees on the floor and his chest mashed to the cushion. I watched as Mark spit into his hand and wiped David's ass with it as he aimed his pole against his opening. He pushed in slowly with David gasping, moaning, and groaning as the black dick filled his virgin hole.

My dick was growing rock hard as I saw the contrast of their bodies. His brown frame lying across David's white back. After a couple of minutes, Mark moaned he was coming. "I'm gonna plant my black seed up your ass. Here it comes boy...here comes my seed," as Mark groaned loudly. David bit into the cushion as Mark tensed and pushed with his bick dick. He pulled out with his white cum dripping from his cock.

I heard the clink of Mark's ice crashing against his glass as he finished his ***** and handed it to David who jumped up and headed to the kitchen. The three of us continued to watch the video as we pounded down our mixed *****s. Both David and I sported hard ons as we watched the scenes unfold. I noticed in about the third scene, David walked into camera view and when he tuned around he was shaved clean. He still did not have the rings which now adorned his nipples.

"Here it comes. Pay attention to this Larry," Mark said with some degree of pride in his voice. "Get her on the phone and tell her," Mark was saying. "Please don't ask me to do that," begged David, a real plea in his voice. "I'll do anything you ask but please don't make me do that," he continued. "I know you'll do anything and you'll do that or leave...and if you leave don't come back," retorted Mark. Mark continued to hold the phone as David meekly walked into view. His naked body slumped over as he called someone on the phone.

"Laura, it's me," he said softly in the phone. He was quiet for a minute before he started back. "I'm leaving Laura. It's not been good for awhile...and...and I've met somebody." David was seated on the couch in the video with a wide grin across his face. Tell her who you've left her for." David looked up at Mark and then spoke back into the phone. "I've met a guy." You couldn't hear the voice on the other end but David's expression said it all. "Tell her what you are boy," Mark commanded. David looked up and then without hesitation said, "Mark owns me. I live to suck Mark's dick and let him fuck me." There was a hesitation before he continued, "You can have it. You can have all of it. I'm sorry." He stared into the phone before he walked it back over and handed the phone to Mark.

I looked over at David whose head was down. I knew it still hurt even though Mark was reveling in the moment. "That was very good," Mark stated looking sincere. "Come down here," Mark continued as he pulled David down on his knees. Mark pulled his shorts down as his massive cock came into view. David took the cock into his mouth without any instruction. He worked it with his hand and mouth like a pro. Moving his head up and down, taking the black wand out of his mouth for a moment to lick the shaft before placing it back in his mouth, pumping his hand back and forth. After several minutes, Mark tensed up and you could see David's throat as he swallowed the come being deposited into his mouth. Mark patted David's head, rubbing his fingers through his hair. "I think it's time to recognize your commitment to me. I am going to place my mark on your body. I think I'll have you tattooed right there on your belly," as Mark reached down and touched David just above his cock. Maybe we'll tattoo a black cock and balls. A hard cock. Would you like that? We could have them put 'Mark's cocksucker' under it," he sneered. After a brief silence with David still fixed on Mark's fingers tracing patterns on his shaved abdomen... "No..., you could leave one day and grow your hair back covering it up. We're gonna pierce these," Mark said as he reached up and pulled on David's left tit.

David's eyes grew wide at the thought. "You'd like that wouldn't you," inquired Mark. "You want me to pierce those sweet little things. You want to wear my jewelry on your nips. You can choose the rings and then I'll have them inserted right through your hard little buds," he said as he pulled tightly now on both, twisting as David closed his eyes and winced.

We watched the TV as Mark on the screen walked over in the direction of the camera. The very next frame was a shot of David, this time fully dressed as Mark's voice could be overheard. "Go ahead, take it off and show everyone what we've done. Mark slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slowly removed it as his chest came into view. There in the picture were the rings that glistened in the light. Mark zoomed in and you could see David's nipples seemed to be puffy and pink from the procedure. "How do they feel boy?"

"They're sore," David replied. "The price of commitment boy. Now everyday when you look in the mirror, look down at your tits, you'll see those and know you belong to me. Now go shower up and get in bed. I'll be back there later." David walked out of camera view as the screen went blue.

Mark looked down at me. My dick hard as a rock. He reached down and twisted my right nipple between his fingers. "Maybe one day we'll fit you with a pair," Mark gloated. A warm rush swept through my body at the thought. I looked over at David sitting on the other side. His rings hanging proudly from his nipples, declaring he was Mark's property to do with what he wanted.

I looked at the clock on the wall. It was getting late and I knew Mark had not started with his evening of fun. I knew before the evening was over, he would once again take my ass. I had not yet fucked a man myself but I knew I wanted David to be my first. Would Mark let me fuck David? I dreamed of sliding my dick in David's tight hole and seeing him on video had me worked up bad!

"You boys go to the bedroom and wait on me," Mark commanded. David and I jumped up and padded down the hall. Our erections almost pressed against our stomachs as we headed to the back. I couldn't wait to kiss David again. Feel his tongue in my mouth. The night might be getting late but I knew we were just getting started.

I was excited having just watched the videos of David submitting to Mark. David's first time sucking on a dick and letting a man take his virgin ass. Mark commanding David to call his wife and tell her they were through and that he was Mark's slave. My cock was rock hard at the thought of David's ********** and how I too now did Mark's bidding.

Mark had made me strip naked at the door and he kept David that way at all times so he was always ready for a quick feel or to put on a show for him at his beckon call. After viewing the hot videos, Mark instructed us both to head to the bedroom and wait on him. We padded down the hall, our erections pointing the way.

David slid across the bed and I lay beside him as I felt my hard dick rub against his leg. We turned and faced each other, our first real chance to be alone since I met him at the bar a week ago. It was an invitation that had changed my life as I went from a bi-curious husband to a sex slave for a black master.

David and I stared into each other's eyes when I finally broke the silence with my thoughts. "I know watching that video of you telling your wife you were leaving really hurt. I could see the pain in your face," I said trying to demonstrate my sympathy to his still lingering pain.

"Actually," he began, "...I still feel bad I had to do that. But it was for my own good. Things had not been right for a while and I guess I always knew deep down that something was different for me. It was like we were both going thru the motions... merely roommates."

"Then I met Mark," David continued. "I was really drawn to him like I never had been with my wife or any other woman for that matter. After that first afternoon going down on him, experiencing what it was like to be with a guy...I knew there was no going back."

I continued to look into David's eyes, drawn into his story as he kept sharing with me how his relationship with Mark began. "I never wanted to hurt Laura but I knew I didn't love her. Mark knew that too. And he knew I would just continue living out a lie until someone stepped in and did something about it. In a perverse sense, Mark did me a favor. Now she's happy with another man. They got married and I guess things turned out okay."

"But what about you and Mark," I asked. "In the little time we've been together, it just seems like raw sex. I don't see any passion. Do you love Mark?"

David laughed. He sat up in bed and looked down at me. "Love? Mark's not like that. I mean... Mark's not really gay."

His response floored me. "Not gay?" What the hell do you call it then," I said puzzled at his reply.

"You ever see Mark kiss me? He ever kiss you? Mark likes to get his dick sucked. He likes a good ass fucking. But don't think for a minute he's gonna' have our dicks up his ass. He's really into control. Whether that's dominating a man or a woman. Makes no difference to him. I think he gets off more turning a straight guy into a cocksucker. Begging for him to fuck them up the ass.

For Mark it's all about control. "Now it all seemed to make sense. "So what about the videos he took of you. Wasn' he blackmailing you with it," I asked.

"The videos? Actually, I didn't even know about the video until months into our relationship. Guess I'm not into noticing little things. One night he asked me to look into the camera and that was the first I knew he even filmed us. He's filmed me doing all sorts of stuff in all sorts of places. The stranger the better for him," David replied.

"Well, what about me? Why did he threaten me with the video?" I shot back.

David lay back down and looked up at the ceiling for a minute. Then looked over at me and softly said, "I suppose that was for me. Mark knew I needed more than just a hard fucking. I needed someone to love and someone to love me back. Someone who I could really make love to. Whose passion didn't end with a climax. And then I found you on the Internet. Someone curious about gay sex. The more you told me about yourself the more intrigued with you I became. And when I met you that afternoon in the bar, I knew I wanted you to be that special person. I could feel it when we met. Not to mention you're hot as hell!"

David stopped. His eyes searching mine for some type of response. My mind was racing. Trying to catch up with everything he said. Mark had seduced me for David. I was recruited to be David's lover. "So, you're telling me Mark had no intention of showing my wife those videos." I said somewhat indignantly.

"No...that's not what I said. Mark would do what it takes. If he thought that would keep you here. Yes, he'd do it in a heartbeat and think nothing of it. If it pleased him... he'd do it then too. But just to hurt you – I don't think so. So, now you know. It was for me. Really you're free to do what you want. You can walk out that door and not look back. We won't come after you. Or you can stay here with me. Have me here and have your wife at home. It's really your choice," David said as he lightly laid his hand atop mine.

"And one more thing...if you did stay, nothing has changed for Mark. He would demand you continue to serve him. He would use you any time he wanted. Mark has had me take care of his friends on occasion, even lending me out to others and I'm sure he would do that with you. But bottom line, we would still have each other."

He gazed directly into my eyes, waiting for my answer. Both of us searched each other's face with our wandering gaze before I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Pulling back I saw he had closed his eyes. I leaned back in and pushed harder. My lips sliding over his full soft lips as we opened our mouths and let our tongues do battle in a passionate dance. David reached out and took both our cocks in his soft warm hand. Rubbing our cocks together, stroking them both as the warmth of his dick with mine made my body feel electric. He slid his hand over my shaved crotch, cupping my ball's, and sliding his finger over my asshole.

We kissed forever. Breaking the embrace only to slide our face and lips across each other. I leaned back up and stared at the body lying under me. His tanned chest slowly moving up and down. His little gold rings resting on his chest, adorning the hard little buds that I adored. I leaned down and took his tit between my lips. I grabbed the nipple ring with my mouth and pushed my tongue thru the hoop feeling the hard bud of flesh and the cool metal. I was so tuned on!

"So did this hurt," I pointed down to his tit with my eyes. He looked down at the ring standing on end from my earlier love play.

"Well, I'd be lying if I said it didn't. Actually the guy who did it was really good. They do tats too. He cleaned the area and numbed me up. I told him I didn't mind a little pain but I wasn't crazy about needles. The guy laughed at me and said needles were his business but he understood. He gave me a shot in both tits to help with the pain. Then I watched him clamp them up and stick them thru."

David went on, "You really have to keep the area clean for the first couple of months. Other than the soreness...and getting used to ******** on my back for a change, it wasn't too bad..." David trailed off. Then I saw his gaze turn to my tit. "I'd love to have you done. Your nipples are plumper than mine. We could use a bigger gauge."

David was tracing his finger around my nipple which was contracting tighter and tighter on my chest. He pinched my right nipple between his fingers, pulling it, as the pleasure worked its way from my chest to my dick. "I'd like it if you did it for me...so every time I saw your tits I knew you did it for me."

I closed my eyes as he pulled on my nipple, twisting it. He stopped for a second as he wet his fingers with his mouth and returned his fingers to my nipple which was now slick with his spit.

"Maybe," I replied. "Maybe what?" shot back David.

"Maybe, " I groaned, "I'll let you do that one day. Take me down to the place you had it done and have them pierce my nipples for you. So I can wear your rings in my titties."

It was too much for both of us as David reached up thrusting his hot tongue into my mouth. It was as passionate a wet kiss as I ever had. "Make love to me baby," David moaned. "Put my legs over your shoulders and give me your beautiful dick."

I knelt below David, pulling both of his legs over my shoulders. I started to spit into my hand to slick my cock when David looked down at me. "I'm ready babe," David said. "I had an enema and lubed up before you got here. Just stick it in. I want it sooooo bad." I aimed my throbbing cock at his pink hole and it slipped right in. It was hot and tight as the opening hugged my hungry dick. I took it slowly as David moaned "ohhhhhh baby, that feels so good. Your cock feels so good in my ass,"

He was right, it did feel good. His ass was tight around my cock. I stroked his legs resting on my arms as I pushed further, feeling my balls slap against his cheeks. David reached up and again pulled at both nipples, pulling them toward him. It shot a pain through my chest but it was a pain I loved. My body slapped against his ass over and over as sweat began building up on our bodies. I could feel the perspiration as it trickled off my forehead landing on his stomach. David reached down with his right hand and rubbed his own cock as I continued to fuck his tight ass.

"Fuck me baby. That's right, fuck my ass," David continued. I could feel my body tensing up and I knew I was going to shoot a massive load soon.

"Where do you want it" I asked.

"In my ass. Shoot it up my ass. I want to feel your hot sperm. Give it to me baby," he begged. I dug into the mattress with my toes and lurched hard as I felt shot after shot leave my dick, depositing itself into his hot box. When I had shot my load, I slumped down collapsing on his chest, dropping his legs to the side. I rested a minute before his lips found mine and we kissed in a wet lover's embrace. We lay there for several minutes before I felt my dick sliding out of his ass leaking my sperm.

We continued to kiss as David pulled on his cock and in what seemed like seconds he shot his hot sperm across our stomachs. He aimed it squarely at my cock now lying limp on my leg. Some hit my dick while some found its way to my chest. He then took his hand and rubbed the warm semen into our bodies like lotion. We lay there exhausted. David looked at me, then laid his head on my chest.

He whispered, "I love you baby." It was quiet but I heard it. I didn't reply. I just lay there rubbing my fingers through his sandy blonde hair.

I took a shower and dressed wondering where Mark was. I walked quietly into the den spying my clothes on a chair near the door. Apparently Mark had gone out for the evening. I walked back into the bedroom and David lay across the bed on his stomach asleep. His naked body glistening with the sweat from our workout. I stared at his ass. His tight hot buns that just a few minutes ago embraced my dick. It was all I could do not to walk up and start kissing his beautiful buns. Biting on the cheeks. Perhaps run my tongue up his crack. I had never licked his ass. But I knew I would. I had never even licked my wife's ass but I knew that one day I would sneak my tongue up that hot hole. But it was late and I had to get home. That would have to wait.

I closed the apartment door locking it behind me. On the drive home, his word echoed through my head, "...I love you baby." I did not reply but deep down I knew I felt something too. Was it love? It was much more than just a curiosity. I went looking for a man with whom to experiment. Just a walk down the wild side. Instead, I found out something about myself. I was hooked on gay sex. I was hooked on David. He gave me a chance to walk away and instead I was drawn closer to him.

One thing was for sure – I wasn't just a slave to Mark, I was a slave to passion. Deep down I knew I loved David too. I also knew that it made me hot to serve Mark. Having another man make me do things I would never do on my own. David was right. There was something that attracted me to Mark too. I liked it when he made me suck his big black dick. Having his hot come deposited in my ass. Would he loan me out to friends like he did David? It would be embarrassing to serve his buddies. The thought of it had me hard as hell.

I thought about Ann. We've been together since college. I knew I didn't want anything to happen with us but I knew I could never leave David. He makes me feel things I've never felt before.

I wasn't sure where this would end up but I knew I didn't want it to end any time soon.

I stared at the phone on my desk dreading the call I knew I had to make. Earlier in the day, my secretary slipped me a note while I was on the phone telling me a guy named Mark was on line two. He didn't give a last name but I knew exactly who it was. Only one man would have the nerve to tell her, "Just tell him Mark. He'll take the call..." I hurried my conversation and grabbed the line. "Hello..."

"You kept me waiting," said the familiar voice on the other end of the phone. "Not happy about that." He continued, "I think it's time Dave and I met the little lady. Why don't you call her and invite us over for dinner this weekend."

My mind was scrambling for excuses and the first thing that popped out was, "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Since when have you been doing the thinking boy? It's a great idea. You call me before you leave the office and let me know what night. Get it done." The phone clicked and in just a moment a dial tone replaced the voice which sent shivers through my body. Why did he want to come over? For the last three months I had been carrying on two lives - that of a devoted husband and the other, a sex slave to a black master. Not to mention my deep relationship with another man...David.

I had convinced myself that Mark had no interest in my marriage and now that I served him without question, why would he reveal the things I did outside my marriage to my wife?

I knew my wife loved me but I also knew that knowledge of my homosexual activity would be the end of my marriage. Last year, a couple we had known for years split up after his wife found out he was screwing some chick at his office. "If I ever catch you cheating on me, I'll leave you without looking back," my wife had warned. I knew she was serious.

For three months I have been having sex with two men. What started out as curiosity had led me to fall in love with another man. Both David and I were slaves to Mark, a black man who reveled in his domination over us. However, Mark understood David and I shared a deep loving, relationship. While we both had a need to be submissives, we also enjoyed the warm passion we shared with each other.

I loved David very much but I didn't want to hurt Ann. I didn't want this affair, if that's what you called it, to end my marriage. I also knew I could not say no to Mark. He had humiliating videos of me doing just about everything imaginable. Sucking dicks, getting fucked up the ass, making love to David and on at least one occasion, me telling David how much I loved him.

Don't invite them over and Mark's sure to see Ann gets a first hand look at my secret life. I really had no choice.

Mark really enjoyed making both David and I squirm. Seeing our reactions when we were put in awkward situations. Several weeks ago, I arrived at Mark and David's apartment to find David alone preparing us dinner. He said Mark had gone out for the evening and he had made us his signature dish – lasagna. Dinner was superb and afterwards we both retired to the Jacuzzi bathtub with a bottle of Merlot. I enjoyed it when David took his foot and rubbed it along my shaft. He would take his big toe and trace circles around my nipples. We were both looking forward to a wonderful evening together when we heard a voice call out from the den.

Mark had returned home early with three friends in tow. He met us in the hallway as David and I hurried out of the bathroom, sopping wet, with towels haphazardly wrapped around our waists. "Come in and meet the guests," Mark invited "And leave those wet towels."

Mark walked back up the hall leaving David and I looking at each other, wondering just who and how many were in the next room. We dropped the towels onto the bathroom floor and padded into the den in our birthday suits. A pretty young blonde was tearing through Mark's collection of CD's and a black couple were making out on the couch. When we came into view, the attractive black lady stopped dead in her hot embrace with eyes as big as saucers. A slight gasp came from her mouth as the blonde turned around and with a very pronounced southern accent cried, "Damn! "They're ne-kkid!'"

The black lady found her voice, "Whoa Jack, I ain't pullin' no damn train. You can forget that *****"

"Slow down princess," Mark said. "These boys aren't interested in that sweet black pussy of yours. They're into each other sweet cakes, so relax."

"You live with a couple of faggots?" she questioned with a puzzled look on her face.

"No," Mark retorted. "These boys are my slaves. Yea, they're hot for each other now but Larry here's a married man. Aren't cha' boy?" I nodded my head. "And Davey boy was married too until he got a taste of my big black dick. And you know baby what they say. Once you go black, you don't go back," Mark continued as he looked directly over at the young blonde who was giving both David and I a closer inspection.

Mark walked over and wrapped his arm around the blonde, "This is Denise and that honey over there with Carl is Janice." The girls continued to stare at us with their eyes focused on our swelling dicks.

Denise spoke first. "Slaves? Like what do you mean? What do they do?"

"They'll do anything I ask," bragged Mark. "Come here Larry." I knew exactly what he wanted me to do as I knelt in front of him. I undid his belt, lowered the fly on his trousers, pulled them down and stared at his black dick which sprang free hovering in front of my face. I didn't even have to use my hands as I took the head in my mouth and Mark wrapped his fingers in my hair fucking my face.

I grabbed hold of his swelling meat as I licked the shaft becoming wet with my saliva. Occasionally I glanced over at both women whose eyes were fixed on my lips sliding along Mark's ebony dick.

Janice in a soft voice encouraged me on, "Man, that's hot. You go boy. Suck that black dick." After a slight pause, she inquired to Mark, "That man eat pussy too?"

Carl looked over at her. "Hey baby. I'll take care of that sweet pussy."

"You chill the hell out," Janice shot back at him. "Ain't every day a woman got her own slave. So, what's the story Mark? Them white boys eat pussy?" Mark laughed, "They'll do what I tell them to do."

"I want to see that younger guy fuck this one up the ass," the blonde drawled pointing at me. "I ain't never seen two guys get it before," she said with a wide grin. "And look Janice, they shaved themselves bare."

"I see that. Why don't we watch that one fuck his buddy while that one licks my pussy," added Janice.

Mark had Janice remove her jeans and panties exposing her black bush. She sat on the couch and spread her legs wide as I gave Mark's dick one last good suck before he removed it from my mouth and I crawled over to Janice.

I took a tentative lick with my tongue. Her hair was much thicker than my wife's well trimmed pussy and her musky scent was definitely stronger. As I pushed my tongue between the folds of her pussy, I felt her lips getting wetter. I spread her pink lips with my fingers as I ran my tongue along her slit and sucked on her clit. She moaned as I buried my face in her hot box.

I felt David's fingers as he spread lube around my asshole, slowly working it in with his gentle fingers. I continued lapping at Janice's pussy as David replaced his fingers with the head of his dick. My asshole embraced the cock which had grown accustomed to its size. Over the last few months David and I had sex every chance we had. I loved the feeling of his dick pushing into my tight ass. Unlike Mark, David always took long slow strokes when we made love. Occasionally he would lean down and wrap his hand around my balls, stroke my shaft, and reach up to tweak my nipples.

I could tell Janice was really getting off on my tongue up her twat. She pushed her top over her melon sized breast and pulled at the dark brown nipples that got smaller as my tongue lashed at her slit. I looked over to see that Mark now had Denise on her knees as she swallowed his dick. He had removed her top, leaving her exposed tits available to his wandering hands. Mark's head rolled back on his shoulders as the young blonde worked her mouth back and forth on the black cock. The contrast of her white face and his black dick were stark and had me excited as hell. It was then I noticed her right hand moving back and forth on the wet black shaft with the wedding ring and diamond which glistened in the light.

David had told me Mark had a thing for married women. Much less likely to cause him problems. I suspected he also liked to think he was corrupting this young wife although I doubt this was her first venture in an extramarital fling. She slurped noisily on his dick as she sucked and licked his cock with abandon. Mark was squeezing her breast, teasing her nipples, and occasionally pulling his dick out of her mouth only to rub the head across her plump pink lips.

"You like that black dick baby," Marked teased her. Denise gave a muffled response but shook her head up and down. "Yea, all you white chicks love that black dick. I bet your hubby ain't got nothing like this. You know you ain't never gonna' be happy with his tiny dick again. Tell Mark how much you love that dick..."

Denise pulled the black meat out of her mouth long enough to utter, "I love your dick baby. I love how big it is in my mouth."

"Yea baby. And I bet you want some of my sperm to don't ya'... you little white slut. I bet you want me to come down your throat...give you some of my hot black cum. Tell me what you want."

Denise was becoming wild as she pounded Mark's dick with her hand and twisted her mouth back and forth on his dick. Mark was pulling on her nipples and her slurping grew louder and louder. "Tell me what you want...," cried Mark. "I want you to cum for me. Cum in my mouth," she panted as she moved the cock back and forth to her waiting mouth.

Carl, who had been knocking down beers finally stood up and declared it was time he got him some pussy. He roughly pushed me aside, yanked his pants down and pushed Janice down on the couch. The room was a regular orgy of sex with Mark getting a blowjob, Carl pounding Janice's hot box, and David lying across my back as he continued to pump his hot dick in my ass.

Carl was the first to come with a loud groan as he pulled his dick out of Janice spraying his load on Janice's leg and her stomach.

That set off both Mark who shot his wad down Denise's throat and Mark who leaned down and gently bit into my shoulder as he lurched into my ass. I felt his warm juice being deposited in my ass. The room was a chorus of heavy panting. All of us trying to get our breaths. Eventually, Mark looked at David and told us to make ourselves useful, fix them some ****** and then get the fuck out so they could do some real fucking. I went back to the bedroom while David made ****** for the two exhausted couples.

He later joined me in the bedroom where we took up where we left off. We held each other as David kissed me deeply. He worked his way to my nipples and then to my dick where he proceeded to give me one hell of a blowjob. As I came in his mouth, I knew that I loved submitting to Mark and being used by his friends.

Sitting there looking at the phone, I knew I had little choice. I had to admit watching Denise with Mark had really turned me on. Even if Mark did try to seduce Ann, it would be no easy task. As far as I knew Ann had sex with only two other men before me. Both were guys she dated for a long time before she let them sample the goods. Not to mention Ann certainly had become more conservative over the years.

Like many of my friends, I owned my share of adult videos and magazines but neither really seemed to interest her. While she still enjoyed sex, she was a lot less daring than our college days when she might actually fondle me in the car or go down on me while I was driving on a long trip.

I couldn't imagine her with another man...particularly a black man. I picked up the phone, pushing the familiar numbers to her office. She answered the phone and I asked about our plans for the weekend. When I suggested inviting a couple of buddies over, I was surprised at her enthusiastic response. "I wondered if I was ever going to meet those two. That's the two guys you've been hanging around with?" she inquired.

"Yea, my buddies Mark and David."

"Well certainly. I'd love to meet them. Tell them Saturday evening would be great and we can grill out some steaks. See you this evening. Love you..." as she waited for my response.

"Love you too baby," I said as I heard the click on the other end.

I called Mark and told him Saturday. As I hung up the phone, my mind was racing. Would this be a casual dinner? Just a social get together between new friends? Or would we all be headed down a one way street? It was way too late to turn back now. I felt my dick stirring in my pants thinking about what might lie ahead. Regardless, it would be a night we'd never forget.

If anyone would have told me last summer how much my life would have changed in a year, I would have thought them mad. To my immediate family and coworkers, little has changed. Whether at home, at our in-laws, or at the office, I still act no differently than I ever have. But that's pretty much what it is -- an act! In a short span of time, I have found out more about myself than I ever imagined.

It was not anything I planned. No middle age crisis. No lifetime of searching for my inner self. In a single afternoon at a business conference I was seduced by another man and have since found my life spiraling in a whole new direction.

I was one of those guys who laughed at the off color jokes about gays and made comments to my buddies about guys who we thought were surely homos! Now here I am in a deep relationship with another man who I met on the Internet and it turns out we're both submissives that enjoy being dominated by a strong willed black man named Mark.

Over the last several months, David and I have been lovers. It is a relationship which I'm not sure I can describe other than to say he completes me. While I still love my wife, and we have continued to make love, I feel there is a passion that is different with David and me. Adding to that is the fact we both enjoy submitting to Mark as he commands us to perform sexual acts on himself, each other, and his friends.

Initially, I was torn with the conflicting feelings I had between David and Ann and the hurt I would bring to her if she found I was bisexual or perhaps even gay. I'm still sorting out whether I still enjoy sex with a female or whether making love to my wife is simply out of my obligation as a husband. There's also the stigma associated with a same sex relationship. I'm not sure how my coworkers would feel about my new feelings, but I am quite confident how my family and long time friends would react. Not to mention Ann.

Over the years she has made it crystal clear her belief in a monogamous relationship. Yet, the deceit of hiding this behind her back was really eating at me.

It came to a head when Mark instructed me to invite him and David over this weekend for dinner. There was little doubt about his intentions. My only question was the outcome. Seducing Ann in front of her husband would not be an easy task. Would he blackmail her with the existing videos of me sucking his dick and serving as his sexual slave? Would he try to get her alone? And how did I feel about all that?

There were moments of jealousy as I thought about them together. However, I had to admit that I was extremely turned on seeing Mark with another married white woman a week ago. There were moments when I had fantasized them together and I felt my cock swelling in my pants. I also knew at some point, Ann would have to know about David. I wasn't sure if things could work out but I knew we couldn't continue sneaking behind her back.

I was cleaning the grill when I heard the doorbell ring. Ann walked through the den to greet our visitors. She was ravishing. She wore a pretty yellow sundress that complimented her outstanding features. My wife is 31 years old and works hard to maintain her slim figure. Her 36C breasts are accented by beautiful little pink nipples which harden quickly at the touch. She has a very firm ass and maintains just a strip of pubic hair above her little pussy. At 5'2" she is every bit the package she was when we dated in college.

I could barely overhear the conversations as Mark and David made their way into the house where Ann no doubt ushered them into the kitchen for a beer or cocktail. Several minutes later, David emerged casually dressed in shorts and a polo shirt with the steaks that had been marinating most of the afternoon. Handing me the tray, his fingers touched my hand and I felt that electricity that surged through my body. His smile made me warm as we exchanged small talk about our week.

Dinner was superb complimented with a fine bottle of Cabernet. Ann, typically not much of a *******, was enjoying the conversation with my new friends. Later we retired to the outside patio where Mark and Ann continued their conversation. I could already tell she was feeling the impact of the wine as she acted a little giddy with a slight slur to her words. At Mark's suggestion, we all felt another bottle might be in order as everyone seemed to be enjoying the evening. When I returned, Mark was surveying the hot tub in the corner. After pouring each of us a refill Mark made his move.

"Larry, this is a really nice whirl pool you have. What does it seat?," he inquired.

"It seats four although Ann rarely joins me," I replied

"That's a shame. Ann, this is really nice," looking back at her as he dipped his hand into the still warm water. He reached over and turned on the jets as the tub began to rumble to life. "I don't know about you guys, but I would **** to relax in this thing tonight. Any chance we could take a dip?" I saw the look on Ann's face and before she had a chance to respond, Mark added, "David and I could both wear the shorts we have on...and you two can change into suits if you like." Ann continued to search for a polite way to decline when Mark pushed further, "What do you say Larry? We're all friends here."

I stood at that precipice. Do I call a halt or see where this might lead? I made a decision that was certain to change both of our lives. "Sure. That sounds great. Ann and I will go slip something on and you two can go ahead and jump in. I'll also get us some towels." Ann's look was a little unsure but she didn't object as we walked back to the bedroom. I slipped into a pair of trunks while Ann stepped into the bathroom. Rather than wait, I headed back down to the hall and picked us out some towels. Ann was not far behind me wearing a gorgeous one piece white suit that certainly complimented her great figure.

Both of us were careful as we stepped onto the platform and into the tub. Mark and David were already seated, sipping their wine, as the bubbles rushed to the surface. I had turned on the stereo and we enjoyed the music playing from the outdoor speakers. On more than one occasion I saw Ann fixed on David's nipples and the little nipple rings which adorned his tight little nibs. Her eyes also seemed to be glued to Mark's broad black chest.

Mark broke her gaze by commenting on her own chest. "I love the suit Ann and I hope you don't think me too forward but you have a lovely body. You must really work out." Ann blushed when she looked down and noticed for the first time that the white suit was almost transparent once it was wet. You could clearly see the outline of her nipples through the fabric. She pushed further down into the tub drawing a reaction from Mark.

"I'm sorry, I embarrassed you. It's just that, well, you simply have an amazing body and if you don't mind me saying, beautiful breast," Mark continued. Ann smiled and continued to blush but I saw her body relax and rise up out of the water a bit so that her titties were once again in view. Mark reached over for the wine bottle announcing to all that another bottle had bit the dust. He inquired if David, since he was closest to the kitchen, could grab one more bottle. I knew that Ann was already past her limit but she held up her empty glass bringing a wide grin to Mark's face.

When David stood up, he unveiled what I had already surmised, he and Mark had ditched the shorts. I'm not sure what surprised my wife more, the naked man in front of her or the fact that he too shaved his cock and balls. Mark immediately asked for forgiveness, "I'm sorry Ann. I hope you're not offended but after you and Larry went back to change we thought about the drive home and didn't want to head back with wet shorts. I hope you're not mad," Mark continued.

Ann's mouth was still hanging open before she finally found her words. "I guess not but this is a little awkward and more than I expected." Ann continued staring at David and his crotch as he stood with the water dripping from his naked form.

"David, I hope you don't think me brash but I can't help but notice you shave your crotch," Ann said with a slight slur.

David took a last gulp of his wine before responding. "Yes, I really enjoy both the look and feel."

Ann continued her gaze on his cock which seemed to harden a little under her eyes. "It must be a guy thing. Larry started shaving his privates as well." I saw Mark settle back in the tub with a confident grin on his face.

"Really? Is that so Larry? Why don't you show me and David. I'd like to see," Mark chimed in like he hadn't seen my cock and was the reason it was shaved in the first place. "Ain't like your wife's never seen your dick and we're guys...c'mon, off with it."

I wondered if Ann really thought I'd go through with it as I eased the trunks off in the tub and then stood up beside David. Both of our cock and balls as smooth as could be and starting to swell from the inspection. I watched Ann's eyes as they seemed to glass over. Her nipples were very pronounced under her bathing suit and I knew she was extremely excited. "So, do you shave yours too," she inquired looking over at Mark.

Mark eased out of the tub, coming to rest on the side as her gaze watched the black meat swinging from his crotch. "No baby. Ain't no blade coming close to this here," as he cupped his cock and balls. Ann was absolutely fixed on Mark's big dick and the heavy balls which hung down. "So you ever seen a black dick before?" he inquired as he stared back at Ann. Ann didn't blink, as if transfixed by the sight before her. "I bet you ain't never seen anything like this," he continued. "Ever held a dick as big as mine. You want to hold this cock?" Ann continued her silence but looked up at him every so often. "I bet you'd like that. And I think Larry might like that too. Look how seeing you staring at my black dick has him excited."

It hadn't occurred to me but when I looked down I saw that my dick was rock hard. Ann looked over and saw it too as she soon returned her gaze to his tool. Mark slid across the side of the tub just within her reach. He softly placed his hand on hers which had been resting on the side of the tub. He lifted her hand, coaxing her, as he continued his seduction. "Larry won't mind Ann. In fact, he's turned on at the thought of you touching my dick. And you want to touch it too. I can tell. I can see it in your face." Ann would occasionally look up at him before returning her eyes to his black cock. Her hand came to rest on his wet dick, with his hand cupped around it as he moved their hands in unison up and down his shaft. "You like that Ann? You like the feel of that big dick in your hand?" Mark's hand slowly moved away from hers as she continued to move her small white hand up and down his shaft.

"Touch my balls Ann. Feel how heavy they are." Ann now took the other hand out of the water and cupped his balls as she continued to stroke his dick more **********. "I bet you want to kiss it. I bet you want to see what a big black cock taste like. Don't you sugar?" Ann didn't reply but Mark and I both knew it was a matter of time. David and I had both sat down on the side of the tub as Ann continued to work on Mark's shaft. "Kiss my dick baby. I want to feel your lips on my black dick." He moved closer to her face knowing that she wasn't going to initiate that contact.

He reached back behind her head and slowly drew her face to his cock. She hesitated just a second before she softened her resistance and he brought his swelling dick to her mouth. At first she simply rubbed her lips across the head until finally she parted her lips and took his thick cock into her mouth. Mark let out a sigh as he continued to slowly fuck her face. Watching Mark take my innocent wife had me feeling several different emotions at once. I was jealous but also turned on watching him have his way with her.

Certainly the ******* played a big part but he wasn't ******* her to do something she didn't want to do. As I watched her, she became more passionate, licking his dick, sticking it back into her mouth, all the while stroking it hard with her right hand.

"That's it baby. Suck that black dick. All you white women love that black cock," Mark said as he reached down and twisted her hard nipples poking through the fabric. Mark reached up and pulled the straps over her shoulders, freeing her breast which bobbled in the swirling waters. He took her breasts in his hands as he pulled on the nipples, twisting them causing a muffled groan to emanate from her mouth filled with his thick cock.

I looked over at David and he motioned me out of the tub with his head. Once inside the house, he asked me the direction of the bedroom. When I looked down the hall, Mark grabbed me by my cock and pulled me down the hall. I looked back once to check on Ann but the patio was quickly out of sight as David rushed us to the bedroom. He opened the door and nearly leaped onto the bed. "I want you to make love to me baby. I want you to fuck me in your bed so the last thing you think of tonight is me." David looked at my rock hard dick as he slipped off the bed onto his knees taking my dick into his warm, wet mouth.

He reached up, toying with my nipples, as he continued his assault on my cock and balls. Taking a ball into his mouth, as he slid his tongue down my shaft trailing saliva that he would take back into his mouth. When my dick was good and wet, he slid back up on the bed. "Don't tease me. Please give me that beautiful dick of yours."

I looked back over my shoulder drawing his assurance, "They're not coming back here. It's just us. Now come up here with me."

I looked at the beautiful body before me. David reached over and grabbed a pillow and shoved it under his back elevating his ass. I kneeled between his legs as I placed my hard cock at the entrance of his ass. Easing the head in, slick with his spit until the shaft slid in. David moaned as I felt his asshole contract tight around my cock. He wrapped his legs around my back pulling me in deeper as I rocked back and forth into his love canal. He lifted his head off the pillow and our lips found each other as he pushed his tongue into my mouth. It was a wet embrace and you could hear our bodies smacking against each other as my balls slapped against his ass. It wasn't long before I felt the familiar intensity as I grabbed his hair and pulled his head against mine.

"I'm cuming baby. I'm gonna cum," I cried as I shot spurt after spurt deep into his bowels. David held me tight and eventually my body relaxed. "I love you Larry", he whispered into my ear. "I love you," I softly whispered back.

I got up and retrieved us both towels and then we slowly made our way back to the patio not quite knowing what to expect. Ann was just wrapping a towel around herself when our eyes met. Mark was sitting nude in a chair with his limp dick hanging between his legs. A big grin on his face when our eyes met and he informed us he and David needed to head back home.

After everyone dressed, Ann and I walked the two to the door. Mark held out his hand, shaking mine with his big grip. Ann kissed David on the cheek and then looked at Mark who calmly leaned in and pushed his lips against hers, kissing her right there in front of me. I saw his tongue pushing into her mouth and I thought I saw her tongue in his mouth as well before they trailed off, leaving a wet sound when they parted. "Goodnight," stated Mark before he added, "It was a wonderful evening and we both had a great time."

As Ann closed the door behind them, she turned and headed down the hallway without a work spoken. Was she mad? Did she see David and me? Upset because I let it happen? My mind raced as I wondered what she was thinking. She had already slipped into her t-shirt she slept in and eased into bed when I walked into the bedroom. I dropped my towel and slid into the sheets beside her. "Larry?"

"Yea," I replied.

"You're not upset about tonight are you?" she said quietly almost cracking as if on the verge of tears. "I....I'm no sure what got into me. I've never done anything like that before."

"Baby, you didn't do anything wrong. I was right there. It was all in fun. You enjoyed it didn't you?" I said trying to console her mixed feelings.

"That's just it. I did enjoy it. I enjoyed it a lot. I mean I enjoy the sex we have but...but that was different tonight. I can't remember being so turned on. I just don't want you to be upset with me, " Ann continued to say as she looked in the opposite direction.

"Sweetie. I'm not mad. Actually it turned me on. I mean, I know I should be angry or jealous but seeing you...and Mark. Well, like he said, I was really excited." Ann looked back over at me, then reached up and pulled my head toward her as she hugged me and quickly placed her lips on mine for a quick kiss.

She laid back on the bed and then reached over and tuned off the lamp which had illuminated the room. Can I tell you something?" she continued.

"Sure" I responded.

"I don't know if I want to do it again or anything but it was a lot of fun. I like them. And David was really cute." There was a long pause before she added. "I've never seen a dick that big. Thank you for not being upset."

She turned over on her side and sighed. As I moved to snuggle up against her I felt the cool wet place on the sheet. The spot where David had been as I shot my load into his ass. Some of my sperm had leaked out leaving a reminder on the bed.

Like David had asked, he was the last thing on my mind as I fell off to *****. Ann still had no idea about my new lifestyle but at least I felt after tonight she would be a little more open. I didn't know what the future held, but in the back of my mind I felt things might just turn out alright.

I called Ann from the office and let her know that I had to unexpectantly fly to Orlando for the week on business. My firm was in the midst of landing a huge client and at the last minute the lead sales representative became too ill to travel. The week flew by rather quickly and with great success. I left Orlando with the signed contract and anxious to get back home. I had called several times during the week and each time Ann seemed anxious for me to return.

When I pulled up to the driveway, I saw the familiar sight of Mark's white Volvo. I let myself in and yelled to Ann that I was home. Sammi, our little puppy tore into the den, his front two paws tearing at my trouser legs. Ann emerged in a housecoat looking rather disheveled. Her look was one of surprise that I was home so early. At that moment Mark walked into the den, his towering black naked frame dripping with sweat. It was evident what was going on.

"Larry...babe...," she started before Larry cut her short. "It's okay," boomed Mark. "He ain't upset. Just tell him."

Ann looked back at Mark, and then at me. "Listen, I know about you and David." My heart hung in my chest. What did that mean? Was she leaving me for Mark now? Were we through? She looked me in the eyes. Mine searching hers for where she was going. "Mark told me. I saw the videos. I know about you. About what you've been doing.....and I'm okay with it...really," Ann said in a hushed almost pleading tone.

I sat down in a chair as Ann continued. "Mark came over the day you left. He dropped by with several bottles of wine he said was to replace what we had all drank last Friday." Ann glanced back at Mark for a second before she looked back at me and continued. "I knew he shouldn't be here while you were gone but one thing led to another. Well, the next thing I knew Mark and I were making love. Afterwards, I started crying. I felt so dirty...so guilty. Like I had betrayed you. That's when Mark shared with me,... that's when he told me you weren't exactly faithful either. He went out to his car and retrieved some video that he played," she paused as she looked directly at me. "I was shocked but things started to make sense."

I was stunned as Ann spoke. "Mark and I, damn, I'll just say it. I love him fucking me. I can't get enough. And I know you seem to be enjoying David and it's not like our sex life has been great lately." Ann halted again and then looked at me in a firm gaze. "Bottom line you own my heart but Mark owns my body. I still love you but I also know how Mark makes me feel." There was a silent pause as Ann and I continued to look at each other. Our eyes locked. "Nothing has to change babe. You and I can still be husband and wife. You can have David any time you like and I can be free to have Mark."

For the first time Mark chimed in. Folding his arms across his chest, Mark corrected, "I think you mean I'm free to have you. Both of you listen up." Our eyes were locked on his massive frame. "Ann has one thing right. You guys can still be man and wife. I got no need for no wife. But let me make it clear...I already own him. Now ...I own you. Your pussy belongs to me and me only. You can ***** together when I'm not here, but under no circumstance is he to stick his dick in that pussy. That understood?" Both Ann and I stared as Mark look at us for a response. His towering naked body stood in front of us. I could not help but notice his long ebony dick and heavy balls which hung below his waist. "I said,... is that understood?" Almost in unison we replied, "Yes."

"Good. Now Larry, from here on out Ann here is your mistress. You can eat her sweet little pussy whenever she wants or I tell you. And if she feels sorry for you, maybe she'll jack you off. But no cock of yours touches the pussy. Got it?" he spelled out.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"And you," he looked over at Ann, "Disobey me once and no more of my cock. You and him can go back together but we're through and deep down we both know you're hooked on my black dick. Aren't cha'?" Ann nodded her head. "Say it."

"I'm hooked on your black cock," she replied "Tell Larry what you are," he smirked.

"I'm Mark's white cock slut," she replied.

"Good. Now, Larry, do you agree that you both are my personal slaves. To do whatever I say?" he smirked.

"Yes sir," I replied.

"Very well, let's seal this deal. Part those legs bitch and let Larry here get that box ready for my dick again." Ann sat back in the chair, opened the housecoat and parted her legs. Instantly, I saw that she had shaved her pussy bare. Gone was the little strip of pubic hair leaving her cunt bald. I stuck my tongue in the familiar pussy and knew in a moment that Mark had recently deposited a load in her hot box. I could taste his sperm mixed with her love juice. "Taste me boy?" he chuckled. "I've been fucking this little slut ever since you left....several times a day. She can't seem to get enough of my black cock. She sucks my dick almost as good as you do!" I continued to lick her twat until Mark pushed me away and told Ann to get on the floor. She crawled down from the chair onto her hands and knees. Mark mounted her doggie style while I watched his back dick saw in and out, stretching my wife's juicy pussy. I knew my wife would never again be satisfied with my smaller dick as he pushed his cock further into her beautiful pussy.

Mark would reach under her and pull at her nipples alternating from one breast to the other. Occasionally Mark slapped her ass hard as his black crotch slammed into her white ass. After several minutes, he removed his dick slick with her love juice, and then pushed it back at her asshole. I was blown away. In eleven years of marriage she never let me fuck her in the ass. She even objected to me sticking my fingers in her back door. But here was Mark pushing his huge black dick into her gorgeous rear end.

"Oh yeah, fuck my ass," she cried. "Give me that black dick. Stick it in my ass. I want to feel your cock in my ass."

"What are you?" he responded.

"I'm your slut. I'm your little whore. Fuck me with your dick. Ohhhhh, I love your dick"

"Do you belong to me? He grunted in between thrusts.

"Yea, baby. My pussy belongs to you...only you. Just keep fucking me with your big dick. I love your dick baby."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My wife, who rarely ever cursed, was using one laced filled profane word after the other. Mark rammed his cock in and out her ass, over and over, until he groaned and shot deep in her back door. Pulling out, his dick left streams of cum across her back. He would push his dick back into her gaping hole and then pull it out rubbing it across her glistening ass covered in their sweat. As Mark got up he settled into a chair. Catching his breath he informed us he would come over whenever he liked. When he did, we were always to be naked. Some nights he might send me over to stay with David so he could be alone with Ann. He might have me service his friends and perhaps take Ann in front of them but she was his and his only.

Since that afternoon, Ann and I have continued to remain husband and wife to much of the world. But behind closed doors, we are slaves to Mark, doing whatever he commands. He really enjoys coming in my wife's pussy or ass and then have me lick her clean. While Ann enjoys this too, she seems to really get off watching me give David or Mark a blowjob or having one of them take me up the ass. Ann will sit in a chair and rub her clit, as David slides his cock in and out of my ass.

A few days ago, Mark decided to take us to the tattoo parlor where he took David to get his piercings. Our master said it was time we were both marked as his personal property. Mark said he would like to see me with nipple rings like David since I seemed to be so fascinated with his. He allowed David to pick them out. David has for some time asked for me to pierce my nipples. It was as much a commitment to David as it was a symbol of Mark's domination over me. David sat in a chair beside me and held my hand as my nipples were cleaned, clamped and pierced. The second seemed to hurt worse than the first. Perhaps because I knew it was coming. But I wouldn't trade the look for anything and am really glad Larry made me do it.

We waited for a while on Ann as Mark decided on a tat for her. It wasn't until we got home that I was able to see what he had selected. Mark settled on a tribal tat on her lower back just below her waist line but above her ass. On her right breast was two bold black Asian looking letters. Larry informed David and I the markings are the Chinese symbols for "Slave". They also pierced her navel which was something Ann had always expressed an interest in doing after seeing models with belly rings in her magazines. It was the third tattoo that really floored me. Just above her shaved pussy lips to the right are the words "Mark's Cock Slut". While the letters are not huge, the words tattooed in black are very legible and leave no doubt who owns Ann's pussy. Mark had toyed with the idea of piercing her clit but figured she had gone through enough for one day.

Seeing my wife on her knees, the tats on her young shapely body, her plump pink lips sliding up and down on Mark's black cock is beyond description. It makes my dick rock hard to see his black body lying on top of hers. Her tanned slender legs wrapped tightly around his lower back. I still can't believe it's her. Then again, I'm sure she can't believe it when she sees me on all fours, nipple rings dangling from my chest, with a dick in my mouth and one in my ass.

Last night Mark dropped a huge bombshell on her. He came across a photo of Ann's younger sister Cindy on our bookcase. Immediately, Mark began asking questions and Ann's evasions simply made it worse. Mark gave her an ultimatum of arranging for Cindy to visit or else he would cut Ann off from his dick. I felt sad as I heard Ann crying in the bedroom but I know she will give in to his demands. Cindy is 26 and got married last year. Mark set a date of July for Cindy's visit. In the end, Ann will recruit her younger sister for Mark. She too will be introduced to his dick and I'm sure, like her sister will become a slut for his black cock.

I know our lifestyle is extreme and it isn't something we planned. I supposed in a way I was chasing my fate. And in the end it simply caught up to me.

Mon Maître à dit .....


Je retrouve le numéro de Didier dans le répertoire du téléphone d'Eddy.
C'est la première fois que je fais une telle chose. Me lever à trois heures du matin pour subtiliser et fouiller *** portable, n'est pas dans ma nature. Pourtant...
J'ai caché le numéro sous mes jupes dans l'armoire. Je n'en fais rien, mais le fait de l'avoir, en ma possession, m'excite d'une façon étrange.
Plusieurs fois par semaine, je vais vérifier que le bout de papier est toujours à sa place. Comme si Eddy allait fouiller mes affaires ! Je deviens dingo.
Il est parti très tôt ce matin. Je me prépare à me rendre au cabinet médical, mais au moment de partir une ***** incontrôlable me fait prendre le numéro. Pourquoi ?
Je ne veux pas m'en servir. Il est inconcevable que je téléphone à Didier. Et pourquoi le ferrais-je ?

« Allo ? Didier ? »
« Cathy ? Ho ! Comme ca me fais plaisir de t'entendre ! Je pensais ne plus jamais avoir de nouvelles de vous ! »
« Justement. Ce n'est pas NOUS qui te téléphonons. C'est juste moi. Eddy, ne le sait pas. »
En prononçant cette phrase, je me sens devenir rouge comme un coquelicot.
« Rassure moi...tout vas bien ? »
« Oui ! Juste envie de te parler. Peut être même de te voir. Enfin...si c'est possible ? »
Mais qu'est ce que je suis en train de faire !? Je donne rendez vous à un mec dans le dos de mon mari ? Qu'est ce qui m'arrive ?
« Hou ! C'est si soudain ! Attends voir...vendredi, ca te va, vendredi ? »
Je réponds sans réfléchir.
« Oui, ca me va. »
« Bien ! Alors di***s...Quatorze heure à la « Brasserie du Père Julien » ? Tu connais ? »
« Oui, je connais, mais...pourquoi si tard ? Nous ne pourrions pas nous voir dès le matin ? »
Ce n'est pas possible que ce soit moi qui dise cela. J'ai honte et j'en tremble.
« Heu ! Ho ben si ! bien sur ! Alors di***s, dix heures ? »
Je n'ai même pas la ***** de répondre et je raccroche. Je me sens vraiment très perturbée.
Il ne me reste plus qu'à annoncer au docteur que je prendrais une journée de RTT vendredi.

« Houlàlà ! Je suis crevé ! En plus j'ai encore une journée de merde qui m'attend aujourd'hui. »
Eddy avale *** café et enfile *** blou***. Je lui remets *** col avant de l'embrasser.
« Bah ! Demain c'est samedi ! Tu pourras te reposer. Je m'occuperais de toi. »
« Humm ! Cathy ! Qu'est ce que je serrais sans ma petite femme chérie ? Je t'aime ! À ce soir. »
Je m'adosse à la porte. Moi aussi, je l'aime comme une folle. Mais pourtant, je me prépare à en rencontrer un autre. Et je ne sais toujours pas ce qui me pousse à le faire.

J'arrive la première à la brasserie. Je m'installe à une table tout au fond de la salle, à celle qui est le moins visible, comme si j'avais quelque chose à me reprocher.
Le monde est petit et je pourrais tout aussi bien tomber sur un patient ou un voisin.
Pff ! Excuse bidon ! C'est la peur et la honte qui me font agir ainsi.
Mes pensées ***t interrompues par l'arrivée de Didier.
« Bonjour ma belle ! Hum ! Toujours aussi élégante ! »
Je trouve *** analyse un peu hypocrite. Je me suis habillée très sobre et de façon banale pour ne pas sembler provoquer.
Un chemisier blanc et une jupe des plus ordinaires ***t cachés par un imperméable. C'est un temps de chien et il pleut. Je suis tout de même jambes nues et je porte des chaussures fermées à hauts talons. Rien de très classe.
« Je suis ravi que tu ai repris contact avec moi. Surtout en cachette de ton mari. C'est surement que je t'ai fais bonne impression ? Tu sais, avec moi, tu n'a rien à craindre. Je suis quelqu'un de très discret. »
Discret peut être, prétentieux surement.
Il a pris ma main et la caresse de *** pouce.
Je regrette déjà ma démarche. Bon sang ! Qu'est ce que j'espérais ?
Je viens d'arriver et je cherche déjà une échappatoire à cette folie.
Mon ange gardien a du m'entendre.
« Didier ! Quelle bonne surprise ! »
Un homme se dirige droit vers notre table, les bras tendus.
Il est grand, brun et très bien coiffé. Je lui donnerais la quarantaine bien tassée. Il est habillé tout en noir avec un long manteau super élégant. Il boite un peu et s'aide de temps à autre d'une canne sculptée, à pommeau d'argent.
Il est accompagné d'une jeune fille de vingt ans à peine. De style gothique, elle est très sexy à défaut d'être classe. Cheveux en crinière de lion, maquillée à outrance, blou*** de cuir, mini jupe et bas résilles troués, elle déambule avec des godillots à boucles qui doivent peser une tonne.
Elle porte également un collier de cuir, avec un anneau sur le devant.
Didier lâche ma main, surement à regret, et se lève pour saluer *** ami.
« Sir ! Quelle bonne surprise ! Comment allez-vous ? »
Sir ? Quel étrange prénom ! Et ce vouvoiement ? Non, ce ne doit pas être un ami, mais une connaissance ou une relation quelconque.

Il s'invite à notre table, laissant la jeune fille debout.
Il prend ma main et y dépose un baiser.
« Et bien, Didier ! Ne vas-tu pas me présenter à cette divine créature ? »
« Ho ! Si, bien sur ! Je vous présente Cathy, une de mes bonnes amies. Cathy, je te présente Sir Jeffer***, une vieille et intéressante connaissance. »
« Enchantée, monsieur. Et la demoiselle ? Votre fille, peut être ? »
« Cathy ! Ne parle pas comme ca à... »
« Laisse Didier ! Elle ne peut pas savoir. Ne m'appelez jamais monsieur, mais Sir Jeffer***, voulez vous ? La demoiselle, c'est Chastity, ma servante. Ne lui adressez jamais la parole. »
Cet homme me glace le sang et me laisse très mal à l'aise. Pourtant, je dois bien reconnaitre qu'il a un charisme incroyable.
Chastity aussi, me glace. Je croise *** regard et je peux y lire une haine incommensurable qui, à n'en pas douter, m'est destinée. Qu'ai-je fais à cette fille pour qu'elle me déteste déjà autant.
Il est temps pour moi de prendre congé et de laisser tout ce petit monde entre eux. Mais lorsque je me lève, la main de Sir Jeffer*** se pose sur mon épaule m'obligeant à me rasseoir.
« Doucement Cathy ! Il tombe des cordes ! Ne soyez pas si pressée de nous quitter ! Je dois m'entretenir avec mon ami. Attendez nous là ! »
Il se lève et va au bar accompagné de Didier, me laissant seule avec Chastity.
Pour détendre l'atmosphère, j'essais d'engager la conversation.
« Chastity ! C'est un bien joli prénom. C'est anglais, n'est ce pas ? »
« C'est lui qui m'a baptisé. Mon vrai prénom c'est Louise. »
Soudain, elle s'assoit face à moi et pointe *** doigt vers moi.
« Je te préviens toi ! Ne t'approche pas de mon Maître, ou tu le regretteras ! »
« CHASTITY ! LEVE-TOI ! »
Sir Jeffer*** se dresse derrière elle.
Elle se relève doucement, la mâchoire serrée et le doigt toujours tendu.
« N'oublies pas ce que je viens de te dire ! »
Sir Jeffer*** l'attrape par les cheveux et lui tire légèrement la tête en arrière.
« En voilà assez, Chastity ! Hors de ma vue ! Rentre immédiatement ! »
« Mais Sir...Il pleut et c'est elle qui m'a... »
« Tu oses me tenir tête ? Rentre à pied et je te préviens, je vais te faire surveiller ! »
« Mais ! Sir ! J'en ai au moins pour trois heures et je n'ai rien pour me couvrir ! »
« Cesse de répondre ! Plus vite tu seras partie, plus vite tu seras rentrée ! »
Elle s'éloigne en me gratifiant de *** majeur pointé vers le ciel, puis elle disparait dans la rue.
« Je suis désolé de ce petit désagrément, Cathy. Je vous demande de bien vouloir l'excuser. Elle est encore jeune et ne maitrise pas encore sa jalousie. »
« Heuu ! Ou est Didier ? »
« Il a du s'absenter ! Une affaire urgente, je crois. »
« Ha ! Je vois. J'ai été ravi de faire votre connaissance, Sir Jeffer***. »
« Cathyyy, Cathyyy ! Ne vous sauvez pas comme ca ! Vous savez, Didier m'a beaucoup parlé de vous. Je vous connais bien, plus que vous le pensez ! »
« Je suis désolée, c'est Didier que j'étais venue voir. »
« ASSIEDS-TOI ! »
Je sursaute surprise par le ton de sa voix et par ce tutoiement soudain. Tétanisée, je me rassois. Du coup, je n'ose plus rien dire. C'est tout juste si je me permets de croiser *** regard.
Il s'accoude à la table et continu de parler comme si de rien n'était.
« Didier ne tarit pas d'éloges à ton sujet. Il pense que tu iras loin. Michel le pense aussi du reste. »
« Quoi ? Vous connaissez Michel ? »
« Je te l'ai dis, je sais tout de toi ! »
S'il sait comment j'ai sorti Michel de la panade ou le plan d'enfer de Didier et Eddy, il est évident qu'à ses yeux je ne peux pas passer pour une sainte.
Il me dévisage de *** regard glacial, et soudain, il va droit au but.
« Donne-moi ton tour de poitrine ! »
« Pardon ? »
« Je déteste répéter et tu as très bien entendu ! »
Je suis totalement confuse, mais dans le même temps une étrange chaleur s'installe dans mes entrailles.
« Quatre vingt cinq B. »
« Donc, tu ne porte jamais de soutien gorge ! »
« Heu, si parfois. Mais pas aujourd'hui. Mais je... »
Il frappe sa canne sur le sol.
« SILENCE ! Désormais, tu n'en mettras plus jamais ! Compris ? »
Cet ordre émanant d'un pur inconnu me surprend, mais le plus étonnant c'est que j'acquiesce.
« Oui, j'ai compris. »
« OUI QUI ? »
Je suis littéralement liquéfiée.
« Heuu ! Oui...Sir Jeffer*** ? »
« Voilà qui est mieux. Tache de ne plus oublier ! Tu es libre ! Si tu veux partir, tu peux ! Si tu restes, je te ferais avancer. Mais pour cela, je te demanderais une totale allégeance. Fais ton choix maintenant ! »
Je n'ose pas le regarder dans les yeux. Je détaille ses mains. Elles ***t belles, bien soignées, longues et fines. Il porte un rubis monté sur une bague en or. Le pommeau de sa canne représente une tête de femme légèrement penchée en arrière et les yeux bandés. Elle porte un collier comme celui de Chastity. Sur la canne, un fouet croise une cravache gravée dans le bois verni.
Je repense également à cette jeune fille et à sa jalousie. Elle semblait tellement amoureuse de cet homme.
« Bon ! En voilà assez ! Qui ne dit mot, consent ! Tu es culotte ou string ? »
« Quoi ? Je vous demande pardon ?...Heuu ! Sir Jeffer*** ! »
« Biennn ! Tu vois, ca rentre ! »
Je suis rentrée dans le jeu plus par crainte qu'il ne lève le ton que par désir. Pourtant, un quelque chose m'excite et je me sens humide entre les jambes.
« Mais tu n'a pas répondu à ma question ! »
D'une voix hésitante et chevrotante, j'ose lui dévoiler ce que je porte.
« Heuu ! Je suis string, Sir Jeffer***. »
« Bien ! Très bien, même ! Ôte-le ! »
« Quoi ? Ici ? Maintenant ? »

La canne frappe le sol de nouveau.
« Tu as vu ce qui est arrivé à Chastity pour sa désobéissance !? J'exige une subordination sans faille ! »
Un grand fris*** parcourt ma moelle épinière. Je me glisse sur la banquette entre notre table et celle d'à coté. Je fais face à la salle, ce qui me permet de choisir le moment idéal.
Je soulève ma fesse droite et glisse une main sous ma jupe pour tirer sur la ficelle qui maintient le string à ma taille. Je renouvelle l'opération de l'autre coté.
Il est maintenant sur mes genoux.
« J'attends ! Dépêche-toi un peu ! »
Je le descends sur mes mollets et lève un pied pour le libérer. Je me penche pour le retirer entièrement. Mon regard passe sous la table. Le sexe de Sir Jeffer*** se dresse fièrement.
J'ignore à quel moment il a ouvert sa braguette, mais la bête est libre et en forme.
Je fais celle qui n'a rien vu et je me redresse mon string à la main.
« Donne ! »
Je lui tends le bout de tissus qu'il porte aussitôt à ses narines.
Je m'apprête à me glisser de nouveau à ma place.
« Non ! Reste là, entre les deux tables ! Penche-toi et branle-moi ! »
Il sait que j'ai vu. Inutile de faire l'étonnée. Je me penche, tend mon bras et empoigne le membre viril. Il est dur et palpite dans ma main. Il doit se caresser depuis déjà un bon moment, car je le sens proche de la délivrance.
La suite me prouve que mon analyse est exacte.
Il prend ma main et la place sous *** gland. La seconde qui suit, sa semence brulante s'écoule dans ma paume en jets puissants.
Je me sens idiote avec ma main pleine de foutre et ne sais plus trop quoi faire.
« Soulève ta jupe et applique mon cadeau sur ton sexe ! »
Je rougie comme une pivoine.
J'observe le ballet incessant des clients et des serveurs. Je m'assois sur le bord de la banquette et soulève ma jupe jusqu'à la taille, sous les yeux de Sir Jeffer***.
Je retourne rapidement ma main contre ma vulve rasée de près et j'étale tant bien que mal la liqueur gluante.
Submergée par la quantité, j'en applique également à l'intérieur de mes cuisses et sur mon ventre.
« C'est très bien ! Tu peux cesser ! »
Je repositionne ma jupe, mais reste la main ouverte. De longs filets de foutre s'étirent entre mes doigts poisseux.
« Nettoie ta main pendant que je téléphone ! »
« Je n'ai pas de mouchoir Sir Jeffer*** ! »
« Lèche là ! Pauvre idiote ! Il va falloir t'y habituer. Tu en boiras très souvent ! »
Il sort *** portable et compose un numéro.
Je regarde ailleurs et tire la langue. Je lape le sirop froid sur de petites surfaces. Mais je n'ai pas d'autres choix que de sucer mes doigts, un par un.
Sir Jeffer***, lui, n'en perd pas une miette.
« Allo ! René ? Oui, ca va merci. Dis-moi, tu peux surveiller le passage de Chastity ? Elle ne devrait pas tarder ! Ben oui, sous la flotte, elle a besoin d'être recadrée. Ok ! Merci ! Tiens-moi au courant ! Bye ! »
Bien que nettoyée, ma main reste quelque peu poisseuse. Je tenterais bien de me rendre aux toilettes, mais je n'ose pas.
« Fais-moi voir ta carte d'identité ! »
Je n'ai pas de sac. Je fouille mes poches et je la lui tends me demandant ce qu'il pourrait bien en faire.
Il la détaille, la lit et me la redonne.
« Voilà ! J'ai l'information qui me manquait. Ton lieu de résidence. »
Idiote que je suis.
« Suis-moi ! »
« Ou allons nous ? »
Au regard qu'il me lance, je comprends que ce n'est pas la peine de chercher à le savoir.
Il appelle un taxi et nous montons dans le véhicule. Il donne une carte de visite au chauffeur et la voiture s'éloigne de la brasserie.
Il se penche, approche sa bouche de mon oreille.
« Relève ta jupe et masturbe toi ! »
Je suis en diagonale par rapport au chauffeur. Si celui-ci venait à se retourner, il me verrait.
La trouille au ventre, je remonte lentement ma jupe. Puis, je glisse discrètement ma main entre mes cuisses gluantes.
Je caresse mon clito qui sous la pression de mon doigt gonfle un peu de contentement.
Je m'étonne de trouver du plaisir à cette situation, et je sens très vite de la cyprine s'échapper de mon antre.
Je me caresse de plus en plus fort, mélangeant foutres froids et liqueurs intimes. Je ne fais pas attention aux petits bruits suspects que font mes doigts entre mes grandes lèvres, mais, malgré le bruit du moteur, ces clapotis n'échappent pas au chauffeur.
Il dérègle *** rétroviseur intérieur et profite discrètement de la scène.
Soudain !
« Chauffeur ! Arrêtez-vous à hauteur de la jeune fille, là-bas ! »
« Bien, monsieur. »
Le chauffeur allume ses feux de détresse et stoppe au niveau de Chastity détrempée. Elle dégouline de partout. Sa chevelure est collée à *** visage et elle semble frigorifiée.
Sir Jeffer*** ouvre mon carreau.
« Alors Chastity ! Tu prends le temps de réfléchir pendant ta promenade ? »
« Oui, Sir. Je comprends que je le mérite. »
Elle fait vraiment pitié et je décide de plaider en sa faveur.
« Sir Jeffer***, peut être pourriez vous... »
« Continue de te branler et t'occupe pas de moi ! Salope ! »
La violence de ses paroles heurte ma sensibilité et des larmes me montent instantanément aux yeux.
« C'est très bien Chastity ! Je vois que tu assumes les conséquences de ton comportement. Pour ta gouverne, tu te trouves à mi chemin. »
Il referme la vitre sur la pauvre fille.
« Roulez chauffeur ! Nous avons suffisamment perdu de temps comme ca ! »
Sur les ordres de Sir Jeffer***, je continue à me masturber sous le regard excité du chauffeur, mais après cet intermède, le plaisir à disparu.
Nous pénétrons dans le jardin immense d'une grande propriété. Nous longeons une allée d'arbres centenaires et débouchons sur le parvis d'une demeure somptueuse.
Sir Jeffer*** règle la course et s'adressant au chauffeur :
« Pour le pourboire, faite le tour et voyez ca avec la jeune femme. »
« Avec plaisir ! »

L'homme sort de la voiture, en fait le tour et ouvre ma portière. Il ouvre également *** pantalon et me présente sa queue dressée. Je pourrais refuser, m'offusquer, mais c'est sans doute ce qu'attend mon hôte. Pas question de lui donner le plaisir de ma colère.
Je sors mes jambes et les écarte en grand. Puis, je déboutonne mon chemisier et dégage mes seins.
Je m'applique ensuite à offrir un pourboire au chauffeur, dont il se souviendra longtemps. Il me palpe les seins en poussant de longs gémissements de plaisir, tandis que ma bouche sert de fourreau à *** épée de chair.
Je pense avoir gagné une bataille sur Sir Jeffer***, mais c'est sans compter sur sa malice.
« Allez-y, chauffeur ! Madame est généreuse ! Servez vous sans retenue ! »
Inutile de lui dire deux fois. Il me pousse, me couche sur la banquette et me saute littéralement dessus.
Il place sa queue à l'aide de sa main et me pénètre sans ménagement.
« Putain ! Salope ! Tu as déjà servie aujourd'hui ? Tu sens le foutre ! Trainée ! »
Ces insultes ont un effet aphrodisiaque que j'ignorais jusqu'à maintenant. Je perds la tête.
« Ho oui ! J'aime ca ! Défonce-moi bien ! Ho ouiii ! »
« Viens là que je t'encule, morue ! »
Il se relève, me sort de la voiture et me retourne. En moins de temps qu'il ne faut pour le dire, il rempli mon fondement de sa bite.
Je pousse un cri de jouissance et demande encore à être défoncée.
Deux minutes plus tard, des jets bouillonnants éclaboussent mes intestins.
Epuisée, je tombe assise dans les gravillons mouillés. L'homme essuie *** membre sur mon visage, remonte dans *** auto et disparait au bout de l'allée.
Débraillée, souillée, je gis au milieu de la cour sous le regard amusé de Sir Jeffer***.
« Hahaha ! Tu as le choix entre attendre Chastity ici ou entrer boire un café, au chaud ! Haha ! »
Le choix est simple. Je suis frigorifiée. Je monte les quelques marches du perron et passe une lourde porte en fers forgés.
Un immense et luxueux vestibule met en valeur un grand escalier de pierre. Le sol est en marbre rose et de chaque cotés s'élèvent des colonnes en pierre blanche. Un gigantesque lustre de cristal se balance légèrement projetant des éclats de lumières sur les murs et les tentures.
Sir Jeffer*** ôte *** manteau et le pose sur la rambarde de l'escalier.
Intimidée, je reste près de la porte.
« Entre Cathy, entre ! N'est pas peur. Viola vas s'occuper de toi le temps que le café se fasse. VIOLA ! Ou est-elle encore ! »
« Je suis là, Maître ! »
C'est une jeune fille blonde de vingt ans environ. Elle est nue, juste couverte d'une chasuble blanche très transparente, qui ne cache rien de ses courbes. Je remarque *** collier. Le même qui orne le cou de Chastity. Elle est superbe.
« Conduit Cathy à la salle de bain. Elle a besoin d'une douche. Redescend de suite préparer du café. »
« Oui Maître. »
« Ha ! Cathy ! Inutile de chercher à discuter avec Viola. Elle ne te répondra pas. »
La jeune fille me prend par la main et me fait monter le grand escalier. J'ai l'impression d'être dans un film.
Nous longeons un corridor orné de vieux tableaux d'un coté et de grandes fenêtres de l'autre, qui donne sur le parc.
« C'est magnifique ! Tu travail ici ? Tu es une servante de Sir Jeffer*** ? Comme Chastity ? Dis voir, Viola, c'est ton vrai prénom ? »
La jeune fille me sourit. Elle a les yeux d'un bleu azur, légèrement en amande. On dirait un ange.
Nous nous arrêtons devant une porte. Elle l'ouvre et je pénètre dans une salle de bain superbe.
« C'est somptueux ! Tu as de la chance de travailler dans un tel décor ! »
Je me tourne vers elle.
« Allons ! Nous sommes seules, tu peux bien me parler, non ? »
Elle fait un pas vers moi et prend mon visage dans ses mains. Elle approche *** visage du mien, doucement. D'instinct, je me recule, mais elle revient à la charge et dépose un baiser sur mes lèvres.
Est-ce ses yeux, la chaleur de ses mains sur mes joues ou *** parfum qui me font tourner la tête ?
Je n'en sais rien, mais c'est moi maintenant, qui lui offre ma bouche.
C'est le baiser le plus fougueux et le plus tendre de toute ma vie.
Puis, sans rien dire, elle s'éclipse.
Je trouve tout ce qu'il faut pour prendre une douche réparatrice. Je me recoiffe et inspecte ma tenue avant de redescendre, mon imper sur le bras.
Sir Jeffer*** m'attend au bas de l'escalier.
« Donne ton manteau à Viola et viens par ici. »
La jeune fille prend mon imperméable tout en plongeant *** regard dans le mien. Elle a un air polis***. Tête légèrement baissée, elle se mord la lèvre inferieur comme une petite fille intimidée.
Je pénètre dans une pièce qui doit être la salle à manger. Je n'en ai jamais vu de si grande.
Mon hôte me fait m'assoir sur une chaise en bout de table. Je vous laisse imaginer la table et ses deux chandeliers d'argent.
Viola m'apporte thé, café, petits gâteaux et fruits de toutes sortes, tandis que Sir Jeffer*** se sert un verre de vin qui décante dans une carafe de cristal.
« Je suis tres en colère Cathy ! »
« Après moi, Sir ? Qu'ai-je fais ? »
« Tu as tenté de faire parler Viola, alors que je te l'avais formellement interdit ! »
La traitresse est auprès de *** Maître, tête baissée et mains dans le dos.
« Comprends-tu maintenant ce qu'est une allégeance totale ? C'est obéir, même en mon absence. Le collier qu'elle porte se mérite ! Il se gagne ! C'est gage de ma confiance aveugle.»
« Je suis désolée, Sir Jeffer***. »
« Oui, tu peux. Mais tu serras puni comme il se doit et je laisserai Chastity s'en charger ! »
« Sir Jeffer***, j'ai une requête. »
« Je t'écoute. »
« Comme vous le savez, je suis mariée. Il me faut rentrer. »
« Je te l'ai dis, tu es libre. Tu n'es pas pri***nière et la porte est ouverte. Toutefois, j'exige ta présence demain, à partir de vingt heures. »
« Mais ? Sir, c'est samedi ! »
« Haha ! Elle ne viendra pas ! Elle n'a pas les couilles ! »
Chastity vient de faire *** entrée dans la salle. Avec les cheveux collés et *** maquillage qui a coulé, elle ressemble à une clocharde.
Je ne relève pas ce qu'elle vient de dire et je vais dans le vestibule récupérer mon imper.
« Viola, appelle un taxi pour Cathy et règle le ! »

Je suis rentrée bien avant Eddy. Je me suis allongée, épuisée et je me suis endormie.
« Cathy ? Tu es déjà rentrée ? »
La plupart du temps, c'est lui qui rentre en premier. Le cabinet médical ferme relativement tard.
Ca explique *** étonnement.
« Oui, je t'expliquerai. »
« M'expliquer quoi ? Tu es virée ? »
« Mais non ! Ne sois pas idiot ! »
En fait, je n'ai rien à lui expliquer. Je suis en conflit intérieur et je le vis très mal.
Une partie de moi refoule totalement ce que j'ai vécu aujourd'hui, mais une ***** inconnue incite l'autre moitié à vouloir retourner chez Sir Jeffer***, demain.
La soirée est morose. Une fois couchée, je cherche un peu de réconfort dans les bras de mon homme. Je le sens réactif à mon approche.
Je me tourne vers lui et calle ma jambe entre ses cuisses. Il est en érection. Mes seins ***t écrasés contre *** corps et *** parfum me tourne la tête. Je le veux !
Je me couche sur lui, glisse mes mains dans ses cheveux et je l'embrasse avec passion.
Les images de Viola me tendant ses lèvres me reviennent à l'esprit et ca m'excite.
C'est tout naturellement que j'essais de reproduire *** baiser fougueux.
« Humm ! Tu semble allez mieux dis donc ! Je te sens toute chose ! »
« Tais toi et donne moi ta queue, que je la dévore ! »
Tout en l'embrassant, je descends doucement sur *** thorax, *** ventre et mes lèvres rencontrent les premiers poils pubiens.
Ma bouche attaque la base de *** pénis et remonte lentement vers le gland. Deux ou trois coups de langue plus tard, je le laisse glisser entre mes lèvres.
« Hoo ! Cathy ! Comme c'est bon ! Tu suce bien, mon amour ! Bouffe-moi les couilles, je t'en supplie ! »
C'est avec plaisir que je m'exécute. Tout en gobant ses testicules, je branle doucement sa queue.
Je me surprends à penser à celle de Sir Jeffer***. Elle était plus grosse et plus ferme que celle d'Eddy.
Je deviens folle ! C'est mon mari tout de même ! Oui, bien sur, mais les nervures de Sir...
Mes constatations ***t interrompues par une douche de sperme sur mon visage. J'aspire rapidement les dernières petites giclées que je déguste avec une gourmandise non dissimulée.
« Humm ! J'aime ton jus ! Tu aurais pu me donner tout ! »
J'en ai plein les mains et comme ce matin à la brasserie, je lèche et suce mes doigts pour les nettoyer.
« Hummm ! c'est aussi bon que.... ! »
« Que quoi ? »
Heureusement, je suis encore sous les draps et il ne me voit pas rougir et me mordre les lèvres. Imbécile que je suis.
« Heuu ! Que du miel, chéri ! Que du miel ! »
« Hummm ! Du miel pour ma petite abeille ! »
Apres un passage rapide par la salle de bain, je me blottis de nouveau aux creux de *** épaule.
« Chéri ? J'ai quelque chose à te dire. »
« Hum ! Je t'écoute, trésor. »
« J'ai fais une connerie. Une énorme bêtise. »
« Oui, je sais ! Tu m'a fais cocu ! »

Mon corps tout entier devient mou. Une onde électrique me monte des pieds jusqu'au cerveau. Là, il me semble que tous mes circuits disjonctent. Je vais...je dois mourir.
« Quoi ?...Mais ?...Que...Comment... »
« Haha ! C'est bon, chéri ! Je déconne ! Je sais bien que tu serais incapable d'une telle chose ! Haha ! Regarde ! Tu es toute déconfite ! Haha ! T'es vraiment trop sensible, toi ! »
Il me faut quelques secondes pour que mon cerveau retrouve toute sa capacité de logique.
Je tremble et j'ai les larmes aux yeux.
« T'es pas drôle Eddy ! Je croyais que tu étais sérieux ! »
« Rhooo, allons ! Si on peut plus rire. Bon ! Alors, c'est quoi cette grosse bêtise ? »
Il ne me reste que quelques secondes pour décider de ce que je veux faire demain.
Vouloir rester une petite épouse et mère de famille modèle ou laisser libre cours à mes pulsions sexuelles.
Je prends une grande inspiration.
« J'ai planté l'ordi du cabinet. »
« Ce n'est que ca ? Ce n'est pas bien grave ma chérie ! »
« Si ! Ca l'est ! Ce n'est pas la première fois. Lorsque c'est arrivé, le docteur a passé *** samedi à tout remettre en ordre. Là, c'est sur, il va me virer ! »
« Et tu ne peux rien faire pour arranger le coup ? »
« Si, bien sur ! Mais c'est très long. »
« Ben vas-y demain ! »
« Non ! Il lui arrive de passer au cabinet pour prendre des dossiers. Non, la seule solution...c'est que je répare ma connerie demain soir. Mais ca risque de me prendre la nuit. »
« Allez ! Ne t'en fais pas, je suis sur que tu vas assurer ! »

Honteuse, j'ai évité *** regard toute la journée. Je me demande encore si j'ai pris la bonne décision.
Pourtant, je suis là, dans ma salle de bain, à tricher une fois de plus.
J'ai passé un chemisier noir transparent, que je cache avec un vieux gilet défraichi. Idem pour ma mini jupe plissée que je dissimule sous une jupe longue.
Je n'ai plus qu'à enfiler mon imperméable pour parfaire ma forfaiture.
« Allez ! Courage chérie ! Je suis sur que tout va bien aller. »
« Oui, j'en suis sur aussi. »
Je lui donne un baiser de Juda et je m'en vais.
Je prends la voiture. J'ai mémorisé le trajet et je n'aurais aucune difficulté à retrouver le domaine de Sir Jeffer***.
En chemin, je m'arrête sur le parking d'un supermarché. Discrètement, je retire mon gilet et ma jupe longue, puis j'enfile des bas que j'avais dissimulés dans ma poche.
Dans la boite à gants, je laisse en permanence un petit nécessaire de maquillage. Trois coups de crayon plus tard, je me sens prête, belle et sexy.

J'arrive à l'heure. Près du perron, une dizaine de voitures de luxe ***t stationnées en épi.
Je range la mienne. Elle semble ridiculement petite. Mais je suis plus préoccupée de savoir à qui appartiennent ses véhicules, qu'à leurs tailles.
Viola m'accueille en haut des marches. Elle est radieuse et très souriante. Pieds nus, dans *** vêtement transparent, elle me fait penser aux servantes romaines de l'antiquité.
Je lui souris aussi, sans toute fois lui parler, puisque c'est inutile.
Elle prend mon manteau qu'elle accroche avec d'autres sur un portant.
Puis elle revient vers moi et à ma grande surprise, elle glisse sa main sous ma jupe et effleure ma vulve.
Sans doute un ordre donné, pour vérifier que je ne porte rien.
Comme si cela ne suffisait pas, elle déboutonne deux boutons de mon chemisier. Mes seins ***t trop apparents à mon gout et je m'apprête à en reboutonner au moins un, mais elle me l'interdit en fronçant les sourcils.
Elle me conduit dans une salle opposée à la salle à manger. C'est un grand salon ou une dizaine d'hommes de tout âge, discutent enfoncés dans de grands fauteuils de cuir. Ils fument et déguste ce que je pense être du whisky. Ils ***t tous très élégants, très classieux.
Je reste à la porte et per***nes n'a remarqué ma présence.
Viola va rejoindre Sir Jeffer*** qui, près d'une grande cheminée, est en grande discussion avec un jeune homme plutôt mignon. Elle lui glisse un mot à l'oreille.
« Haaaa ! Chers amis, permettez moi de vous présenter ma dernière petite trouvaille ! Cathy ! N'est-elle pas délicieuse ? »
Il vient vers moi et après m'avoir prit la main, me conduit au centre du salon.
Les hommes se lèvent et me déshabille du regard.
Rougir est devenue pour moi une seconde nature et je n'y prête même plus attention.
Un homme s'approche de moi et pose sa main sur mes fesses.
« Tu as quel âge belle enfant ? »
« Trente cinq ans, monsieur. »
« Hum ! C'est agréable, tu es polie. »
Un autre, plus jeune, glisse ses doigts dans mon chemisier et énerve mes tétons.
« Tu portes une alliance. Tu es mariée ? »
« Oui, monsieur. »
« Et il t'as laissé venir ? »
« Je lui ai menti, monsieur. »
« Bien ! Très bien ! »
Leurs attouchements ***t furtifs. Ils n'insistent pas et reprennent leurs places.
Le jeune homme qui discutait avec mon hôte, le plus jeune semble t'il, m'apporte une coupe de champagne. *** regard est pénétrant et il me trouble profondément. Ses doigts effleurent les miens et je ne pense pas que ce soit du hasard.
Sir Jeffer*** s'approche de moi, passe *** bras autour de mes épaules et me serre un peu contre lui de façon très paternelle.
« En répondant à mon invitation, tu fais preuve de courage et de détermination. Vois-tu, j'étais certain que tu viendrais. Ce ***t des choses que je ressens. Si ce soir j'ai invité mes amis « Maîtres en soumissions », c'est pour participer et jouir comme il se doit, de ton baptême. »
SOUMISSION ! Ca y est, le mot est lâché !
Ho, j'avais bien compris ce qu'était et ce que faisait Sir Jeffer***. Mais je ne voulais pas me l'avouer. Moi soumise ? Est ce possible ? Ce soir, il me faut bien l'admettre. OUI ! C'est possible.
« Ce soir, tu vas changer de nom. Pour moi, pour nous, tu ne serras plus jamais Cathy. Mais pour commencer la cérémonie, déshabille toi ! »
J'allais protester, mais je me ravise de le faire. Le jeune homme me débarrasse de mon verre et s'écarte.
En cercle, autour de moi, les hommes attendent.
Tremblante, je défais les trois boutons restant de mon chemisier. Je le dégage de ma jupe et le fais glisser sur mes épaules. Il glisse sur mes bras et tombe au sol.
J'ai froid. Sans doute par la trouille. Mais ca a un effet immédiat sur mes tétons qui pointent et se durcissent d'un coup.
Les yeux des hommes ***t plus brillants, plus pétillants. Des bosses se dessinent dans quelques pantalons.
Une certaine excitation s'installe en moi, à la simple idée que c'est moi qui leurs fais cet effet là.

Je passe mes mains dans mon dos. Je fais sauter l'agrafe de ma jupe et descend lentement la fermeture éclair.
Un petit moment d'hésitation et je lâche tout. Elle chute au sol et me dévoile nue.
Désormais, chez tout les Maîtres, des bosses ***t visibles, y compris sur Sir Jeffer***.
Je dégage mes pieds de mes chaussures à talons hauts et je me penche pour faire rouler mes bas. Je me rends bien compte que dans une telle position j'offre une vue imprenable sur mon fessier et qu'en ouvrant légèrement les cuisses, ils aperçoivent ma fente rose et humide.
Cette idée m'émoustille et lorsque j'ai retiré le premier bas, je me retourne pour ôter le second, afin que tous profite du spectacle.
Voilà ! C'est fait. Je suis nue comme un vers devant dix inconnus. Ils s'approchent, ils me caressent, ils me palpent. Des doigts me pénètrent, ******* mon intimité anale. D'autres, fouillent ma bouche, caressent mes cheveux. Je me sens étrangement bien, comme transportée par un plaisir nouveau.
Mais soudain ! Tout s'arrête. Ils se reculent, laissent de l'espace. Ils ***t en cercle autour de moi et ils sortent leurs queues presque tous en même temps. Tous ***t en érection.
C'est alors que Chastity fait *** entrée. Tout comme Viola, elle est nue sous une chasuble transparente. Je vois ses formes charnues, sa poitrine provocante et fière, sa toi*** brune. Ses cheveux ***t coiffés. Plus rien à voir avec la gothique d'hier. Elle est...belle !
Elle affiche un sourire narquois qui n'annonce rien de bon.
Elle se place près de *** Maître et celui-ci prend la parole.
« Cathy ! Nous allons maintenant procéder à ton baptême, à la suite de quoi tu recevras ton nouveau prénom. Mais tu n'es pas sans savoir qu'avant même de faire partie de notre famille, tu as transgressé la loi et que tu dois être punie. Comme je l'ai dis, j'ai décidé de laisser Chastity s'en charger. Elle m'a fait une proposition, que j'ai acceptée. Par conséquent, à l'issu de la cérémonie, elle te fera subir SA punition. »
Tout ce cérémonial me fait un peu peur. J'ignore ou je m'engage vraiment. Mais le sourire de Viola et l'amour de Chastity pour *** Maître, me conforte dans l'idée qu'il ne peut rien m'arriver de grave.
« Cathy ! Agenouille-toi et place tes mains dans ton dos. »
Une fois fait, un premier homme vient se placer face à moi. Je n'ai pas besoin d'explication pour deviner ce qu'il attend. J'ouvre la bouche et engouffre le membre tendu aussi loin que possible dans ma bouche.
Je m'applique à le sucer et lui donner un maximum de plaisir comme je le ferais avec mon propre mari.
Au moment de jouir, l'homme se dégage et se termine à la main. *** but...Ejaculer sur mon visage. Mes joues ***t souillées et de longues coulées s'étirent vers mes seins.
Mais pas le temps de les observer touchant leurs buts. Un autre homme se présente déjà.
Il se produit le même scenario et de nouvelles giclées viennent éclabousser ma frimousse.
Très vite, le foutre me dégouline de partout. J'ai la sensation que plus une parcelle de peau n'est encore visible. J'ai un œil fermé qui me brule et je respire doucement pour ne pas inspirer les semences grâces qui encombrent le dessous de mon nez.
Le huitième, puis le neuvième.
Je fatigue et j'ai de plus en plus de mal à la mâchoire. Mais pas question de faiblir et je m'applique à l'identique, sur chaque verges.
Enfin le dixième se libère. Peut être que le meilleur a été gardé pour la fin, car la quantité de jus qu'il déverse sur moi est vraiment très impressionnante. Longue et presque ininterrompue. Pourtant, l'homme est déjà bien mature.
Je pense qu'il y en a autant sur mon corps que sur mon visage.
De mon œil valide, je vois Sir Jeffer*** s'approcher. Il me plante *** sexe au fond de la gorge. Je suis à la limite de la nausée.
« Cathy ! Ce prénom, je le prononce pour la dernière fois. Désormais, tu répondras au prénom de Léna. Eclat du soleil. Désormais, tu me dois une obéissance et une abnégation totale. Tu m'appelleras Maître et tu n'auras plus de rapports sexuel sans mon accord, y comprit avec ton époux. Les sous vêtements te ***t interdits tout comme le fait de serrer les jambes lorsque tu es assise. D'autres directives te seront données au fur et à mesure. Léna, je te baptise. Bienvenue parmi nous. »
Et à *** tour il déverse *** plaisir sur mon visage.
« En principe, arrivé à ce stade, nous t'apportons eau, savon et serviettes. Mais ce soir, nous te lais***s aux bons soins de Chastity pour subir ton châtiment. »
Je vois le visage de ma petite « copine » s'illuminer.
Elle s'approche de moi avec une sorte de calice à la main et une petite cuillère.
J'ai la sensation de savoir exactement ce qu'elle veut faire. La suite me prouve que j'avais deviné juste.
Elle s'accroupie face à moi et commence à racler mon visage avec la cuillère, prenant bien soin de récupérer la liqueur poisseuse dans le récipient.
Peut être une bonne grâce de sa part, elle dégage mon œil encombré rapidement.
Front, joues, menton, tout est soigneusement nettoyés. Puis elle s'attaque à mon corps. Mon cou, mes seins et mon ventre ***t à leurs tours débarrassés de toutes souillures.
Satisfaite de *** travail, elle me tend le calice.
Environs deux cuillères à soupe de semences froides, commence à coaguler lentement au fond du bol.
Pas question que je donne une chance à cette fillette de me ridiculiser.
J'approche le verre de mes lèvres. Je reconnais l'odeur caractéristique de la spermine. Certain disent que c'est proche de l'odeur de la truffe.
L'odeur, peut être, mais certainement pas l'aspect.
Je prends sur moi et décide de provoquer la gamine.
J'ouvre la bouche en grand et penche la tête en arrière. Je positionne le calice et verse tout doucement le liquide blanchâtre. Il s'écoule plus ou moins. Parfois lisse et continu. Parfois en paquet gras et gluant, en grumeaux.
Je prends sur moi et sans aucune grimace...j'avale d'un coup.
Pour compléter mon coup d'éclat, je récupère le fond du calice à grands coups d'index que je lèche ensuite goulument.
Elle semble étonnée et regarde *** Maître avec de grands yeux tout ronds.
« Chastity, conduit Léna à la salle de bain et occupe toi d'elle. Elle a gagné ton respect et le notre. »
Elle se lève, m'aidant à en faire autant. Pas facile car d'être restée à genoux si longtemps a tétanisé les muscles de mes jambes.
Elle me prend par la main et nous sortons de la salle entre une rangée d'hommes admiratifs.
Pour la plupart, les sexes ***t retournés dans les caleçons. Seuls trois hommes se masturbent encore en nous regardant avec convoitise.
Chastity semble plus agréable avec moi. Sa main est douce et tendre sans aucune agressivité.
Nous arrivons à la salle de bain et elle m'aide à monter dans la baignoire.
Elle retire sa chasuble et me rejoint.
A l'aide d'une grosse éponge elle nettoie mon visage, puis, mes seins, mon ventre. Sans m'en rendre compte vraiment, je ferme les yeux. L'eau tiède qui s'écoule sur mon corps m'apaise. L'éponge frôle et caresse ma peau avec grande douceur.
Soudain, je sens le tranchant d'une main glisser sur ma fente. J'ouvre les yeux. Elle est rayonnante de beauté. Sa main se fait plus pressante, plus curieuse et je craque.
Je passe mes bras autour de *** cou et nous nous embras***s passionnément.
Je suis tellement heureuse de découvrir l'autre Chastity. La douce, la tendre, la femme.
Nos seins se touchent, se frottent. Nos tétons se dressent de plaisir. Les miens appellent la bouche de la belle qui les aspire et les mordille tendrement.
Puis, elle continu sa course aux plaisirs et tombe à genoux. Je pose un pied sur le bord de la baignoire pour mieux m'offrir. Elle croque à pleines lèvres l'entrée de mon puits d'amour. Je me sens mouiller comme une fontaine.
L'eau qui coule sur mon corps, ne peut éteindre le feu qui me consume de l'intérieur.
Je jouis comme jamais je n'ai jouis.
Je crois que je crie...fort.