les histoires de chrislebo

Le soleil est déjà bas lorsque la voix de Jerôme la réveille. Sylvie a dormi tout le temps qu'elle était seule et se retrouve quelque peu requinquée. Elle remarque qu'une femme accompagne *** amant. Elle demande :
- Quel heure est-il? J'ai dormi depuis que tu es parti
- Il est 7 heure et demi. Je te présente Catherine, c'est, comme toi, une bourgeoise, mère de famille, adultère et très obéissante. Embrassez-vous pour faire connaissance.

Sylvie, nue s'approche de la femme brune pour lui faire la bise. Jérôme l'arrête.
- Je me suis mal expliqué. Embrassez-vous comme deux lesbiennes amoureuses!

Sylvie a un temps de recul car elle n'a jamais fait ça avec une femme, Mais Catherine n'hésite pas et rapidement ma femme lui rend *** baiser. Leurs langues se mélangent et elle sent les douces caresses de la femme sur *** corps. Elle commence, elle aussi, à caresser le corps plus plantureux que le sien.

Jérôme les emmènent dans un restaurant. Sylvie va "dévorer" *** menu. Catherine est assise à coté de Sylvie et ne se fait pas prier lorsque Jérôme lui dit de s'occuper discrètement du clitoris de ma femme. Elle se crispe sur *** siège et jouis alors qu'elle n'a pas fini *** dessert.

La soirée se fini chez Jérôme, Il prend les deux femmes l'une après l'autre. Sylvie, après avoir jouis, s'endort alors que Jérôme et Catherine continuent à baiser. Au petit matin, c'est la bouche de Catherine sur *** sexe qui réveille ma femme. Gémissant, elle se laisse volontiers faire. Sa maîtresse lui procure un long et violent orgasme. Une fois remise de ses émotions, Sylvie, guidée par Catherine, va aussi lui faire un cunnilingus. Réveillé, Jérôme vient derrière ma femme et l'enfile sans préliminaire à 4 pattes pour la baiser.

Il est 11h00 lorsque Catherine ramène Sylvie à l'hôtel. Sylvie m'a envoyé un sms : "mets toi nu, prends les menottes qui ***t dans la table de nuit et croche les sur tes poignets dans ton dos. Attends comme ça à genoux au milieu de la chambre!"

Je n'ai jamais vu ces menottes et me demande quand elle les a acheté. Pourtant, excité, j'obéis sans hésiter. Elle entre dans la chambre. Accompagnée de Catherine. Je me sens terriblement honteux, c'est la première fois qu'une autre femme me voit comme ça. Elles rigolent alors que Catherine lui dit :
- Alors c'est ça ton cocu éjaculateur précoce à petite bite?

Sylvie me dit :
- Comme j'ai remarqué le plaisir que tu prends à te faire pisser dessus, On a bu chacune un litre d'eau avant de venir. Va te coucher sur le dos dans la douche!

La douche spacieuse, à même le niveau du carrelage me permet de m'y installer facilement, malgré l'inconfort des mains dans le dos. Sylvie arrive nue, elle pose un gobelet à l'envers sur l'écoulement en me disant :
- Tu restera comme ça aussi longtemps que je ne t'ordonnerai pas de te lever. Je bouche le trou pour que tu aie le plaisir de sentir longtemps notre pisse.

Elle me met ensuite un bandeau car je n'ai pas à voir le sexe de Catherine. Debout sur moi, une jambe de chaque coté de mon corps, elle pisse sur mon torse et sur mon visage avant que Catherine en fasse de même.

J'entends ensuite les deux femmes faire l'amour dans la chambre. Ça a été le premier 69 entièrement féminin de Sylvie. Elles reviennent, ensuite, de nouveau faire pipi sur moi en rigolant. Puis Sylvie me dit qu'elle la raccompagne à sa voiture, me laissant comme ça. Je reste seul de longue minutes sans oser bouger. Lorsque Sylvie reviens, je la sens se mettre au-dessus de moi. Elle s'accroupi sur mon visage en me disant :
- Ouvre la bouche, j'ai un cadeau pour toi.

Comme se sens du sperme, elle me dit :
- Nettoie moi, le patron vient de me faire un cadeau d'au revoir.

Alors que je fini de la nettoyer, elle plaque *** sexe sur ma bouche grande ouverte. Assez rapidement je sens qu'elle me pisse dans la bouche. Elle me dit :
- Avale tout!

Un peu plus tard elle me détache et vient se doucher avec moi. Tendre et amoureuse, elle m'embrasse et me dit :
- Ton fantasme de jeux uro allait jusqu'à boire à ma source?
- Oui, je rêvais d'y goûter.
- J'ai beaucoup aimé, tu y goûteras encore, je te le promet.

I speak French but I'd like to say in English that it has been my long time dream to travel to the U.S. and have sex with Shane Diesel.
Anyone who can help me make contact with Shane should private message me on Cuckoldplace.com
Regards, Hazel.

Je parle français mais je tiens à dire en anglais que mon voyager aux États-Unis et avoir des relations sexuelles avec Shane Diesel.
Toute personne qui peut me permettre de communiquer avec Shane me contacte en message privé sur Cuckoldplace.com

Cordialement, Hazel.

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Twins Really Should Share

My twin sister Ryan is the crown jewel of the family. She is attractive, athletic, smart, and popular. I'm pretty much the exact opposite. We are both high school seniors. She is the star player on the volleyball team and I'm third string on the golf team. She is dating the stud quarterback and I spend my Friday nights with the chess club. Physically we are nearly identical; 5'10", blonde, blue eyes, trim and cute. On her, those stats make her a babe. On me, with my frizzed out hair and glasses, I just look like your typical computer geek nerd.

Last week, on a Thursday afternoon, Scott, her boyfriend and the all-district quarterback on the Wildcat football team stopped by after practice, looking for Ryan.

"Hey little buddy," Scott greeted me at the front door. "Your sister home?"

"No Scott," I replied, trying to ignore the little buddy comment, although I did have to look up at the 6'3", 200 pound rock of granite that filled the door frame. "She has a volleyball game in Longwood tonight and Mom and Dad went to watch her."

*****! What a day I had," Scott replied, unsolicited. "Two tests, a pep rally, pictures for the yearbook and one hella hard practice. I was hoping to get some of Ryan's special attention this afternoon."

My bedroom was next to Ryan's, connected via a common bathroom. We also shared a phone line. I had hacked into the line via my computer and I could listen to Ryan's phone conversations whenever I wanted. I guess you'd say I was a pervert, but hell, I get my jollies wherever I can. I knew exactly what Scott's euphemism "special attention" meant; he was hoping to get a blowjob from my sister.

Eavesdropping on her telephone conversations with her girlfriends, I knew that Ryan was holding out sexually with Scott. But on the advice of her friends, she had taken to orally satisfying him. Her friends talked incessantly about giving head; the best techniques, whether to spit or swallow, how to make guys cum fast, etc., etc. I also knew from her candid confessions, Scott was hung like a horse and it had taken a lot of practice for her to accommodate his size and make him cum. I had watched once through a crack in the door as Ryan blew Scott in the bathroom. I couldn't see much, but it was clear from Ryan's efforts that sucking Scott was no easy chore and after he blew a load on her face, I was amazed to see how much cum coated my sister's cute little mug. It looked liked she'd just spread on one of those mud masks he had shot it on so thick.

I should have been angry with Scott for disclosing his real reason for being here, but in fact I was impressed with his forwardness. I had never had a steady girlfriend let alone had one willing to go down on me. I got off listening to Ryan describe her escapades with Scott, using my hand to satisfy my pathetic urges as she gave blow by blow details to her best friend Veronica. Maybe I could learn some of Scott's tricks to better impress the ladies. Maybe someday I'd have a cute girl swallowing my dick and making me cum.

"Sorry man," I replied. "You wanna come in. I'll grab you a ******"

Scott sat at the kitchen table and I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge.

"Thanks Brian. **** I wish your sister was here; she's been practicing lately and her oral skills are getting better and better, if you know what I mean," Scott chuckled, downing his beer.

I knew what he meant, but instead of getting mad, I felt my dick stiffening in my shorts.

"You like getting head?" Scott asked as he grabbed another beer and standing in the middle of the kitchen, popped it open and took a big swig.

"Oh yea, it's the best", I lied.

"Fuck, I'm getting hard just thinking about it," Scott exhaled, squeezing the noticeable bulge in his Levis.

Before I could catch myself, Scott noticed me staring at his crotch. "What you looking at man?"

Busted, I mumbled, "You must be hung like a horse."

"So I've been told," Scott bragged. "But what's it to you?"

"Oh, nothing, man, nothing. It just looks like your jeans are going to explode."

"Fuck yea, man. You're right, my cock has a fucking mind of its own. I can't control this fucking thing."

"If you want, take it out Scott. It won't bother me," I replied, barely above a whisper.

"Dude, I'm so fucking horned up you can watch me jack it off," he sighed as he unbuttoned his jeans and freed the raging boner growing between his legs. "Sorry man, but I gotta jerk a load out right here. Fuck I wish your sister was home."

Watching Scott slowly stroke his enormous member, I worked up the courage, "Ryan's not here, but I am. Can I touch it, dude?"

"Why the fuck not?" Scott grunted, tugging his big, hairy balls through the fly of his jeans. "Hell, you're Ryan's twin brother, it'd almost be like her jacking me off."

Falling to my knees in front of this strapping stud, I reached out a tentative hand and gingerly wrapped my fingers around the base of his throbbing root. My fingers barely met around his fat circumference.

"Yea, man, that feels good," Scott groaned as I started to slowly jerk the uncut foreskin of his cock back and forth along the length of his mighty tool. "Jerk it just like that, nice and slow. Fuck yea man. Use the precum to lube up the shaft. Damn your hand feels good on my dick."

Scott threw his head backed and closed his eyes, enjoying the hand job I was giving him. As I watched his engorged purple helmet peak from beneath the loose skin of his uncut cock, another urge overtook me and I bent and kissed the bulbous mushroom head, letting my tongue explore his oversized piss slit as I had heard Veronica instruct Ryan over the phone.

"Fuck yea bro," Scott moaned, "Let's see if you can give head as good as your sister. You want to suck that big dick don't you boy?"

I cackled a "Yes, sir," from my parched and eager throat, before opening my jaw wide and inhaling the first several inches of his pulsing prick into my virgin mouth.

"Goddamn ****" Scott exhaled as his cockhead met the back of my throat. "You don't waste any time, do you? I wish Ryan had been this eager the first time I stuffed my sausage in her mouth."

I was in no hurry; I was just so damned excited and turned on that I suddenly wanted to feel his whole cock stuffed down my piehole. I wanted to prove to the stud quarterback that I could suck cock as good or better than my twin sister.

I spit on his boner and using a combination of my hand and my throat to work over his rod, I had his dick squirting precum like a busted faucet. The taste of his salty sauce had me smacking my lips with anticipation. As I took more and more of his length down my throat, I used my tongue to massage the big vein running down the underside of his schlong. After several minutes, I had most of his cock lodged down my throat and was able to stick my tongue out and lick his balls each time he bottomed out down my gullet.

"Fuck kid," Scott moaned. "If I close my eyes, I'd swear that tongue action was Ryan working over my tool. You twins have some freaky **** going on. She's a hell of a lot cuter, but I give you an A+ for effort."

Pulling his spit covered cock from my ******** throat, I knew I had to step up my game if I was going to outshine Ryan. Knowing Ryan would never allow Scott to treat her like a cocksucking whore, I decided that was my opening.

I grabbed his dick and slapped my face hard several times with his raging boner before sucking each of his big hairy nuts into my warm and wet mouth. "Fuck my face stud. Grab my head and use my throat like you wish you could use Ryan's cunt," I snarled.


"Oh yea, bitch," Scott exclaimed. "I'll make you my little cocksucking slut you faggot whore."

Bingo. I had hit the ****** load. Scott had a dormant aggressive streak that had he ever tried on Ryan, she'd have cut him off on the spot. But with me, he could let his dominant side surface and fuck my throat like a cheap prostitute.

Scott grabbed my head in his strong hands and laying his cockhead on my outstretched tongue, he gave a mighty thrust and drove his spear down my throat till his balls literally bounced off my chin. He held his cock down my throat for several seconds until I started to gag. Laughing, he slowly pulled his cock from the depths of my throat, letting the head linger in my mouth and ordering, "Suck that head, faggot; work that piss slit with your tongue."

He repeated this assault several times, each time leaving his shaft buried down my throat longer and longer until my gag reflex was defeated and he could fuck my face with long, slow, powerful strokes. I wasn't so much sucking his cock as getting my throat fucked like the cockwhore I was quickly becoming.

After several more minutes, Scott pulled his tool from my mouth and slapped my face savagely with his engorged member.

"Strip naked, bitch," Scott ordered. "And jump up on the table with your head bent back over the edge. I'm gonna fuck that throat into complete ***********"

Without hesitation I did as instructed. With my head bent backwards over the kitchen table, I reached down and stroked my raging hardon as Scott put his hands under my neck and lined up his weapon for a lengthy assault. Within seconds, he was drilling my throat with ferocious *****, his balls bouncing off my forehead as he fucked my throat mercilessly.

"Fuck little buddy," Scott exclaimed as I felt his cock surge in my aching throat. "You're a better cocksucker than your sister will ever be."

With a loud grunt, Scott shoved his entire shaft down my throat and exploded, his cum shooting straight down my open throat and flooding my passageway with warm, salty spunk. As his cock continued to shoot long, thick ropes of jizz, he pulled free of my mouth and coated my face and chest in his special sauce. With two quick jerks on my boner, I erupted, shooting my own load all over my belly and chest.

As Scott wiped the sweat from his brow and let his slowly deflating cock fall back into my open mouth, he exhaled, "Damn, Brian, you need to give your sister some pointers. And while you're at it, see if you can convince her to spread those frigid legs of hers for me. She'll never let me fuck her throat like that, but maybe I can pile drive her tight virgin pussy."

As I sucked the last few drop of spooge from Scott's fleshy appendage, my mind raced; I didn't have a pussy to give to Scott, but I did have a virgin ass. If he can't fuck Ryan's twat, maybe he'll settle for packing my fudge with that glorious cock of his.

But that's a story for another time.

Scott, buttoning up his jeans and heading for the door, shouted over his shoulder, "Check out your sister's v-ball schedule and let me know next time she's got a game."

"Absolutely," I replied, sprawled on the kitchen table, a blend of man spunk drying on my naked body, only too happy to be Scott's backup plan.

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Fishing for a Trophy


My wife and kids were making the annual pilgrimage to visit the in-laws back in Chicago. Two weeks in mid-July in the sweltering windy city – not my idea of summer vacation. Not even a few nights inside the friendly confines watching the Cubs break the hearts of the city could make up for the ******* of spending two weeks with Nanny and Pappy.

Lucky for me, I had a scheduling conflict. I'm a lawyer in Denver and a big case I had been trying for several months was locked in deliberation. Knowing the decision was likely to be adverse to my client, we were working up several appeal strategies.

"Sorry, honey," I had argued. "But you know it's this job that lets you and the kids take these leisurely summer vacations, pays for their private school, and keeps you in designer fashions."

"Well don't work too hard," she had consoled as she pecked me on the cheek at the airport. "And remember to mow the lawn."

What a wonderful wife! She really was quite a catch, a college cheerleader at University with a killer body, super-model good looks, and a never-ending devotion to our family. Unfortunately, the beautiful package hid a sad secret – she was a wet fish in the bedroom. Straight missionary with the lights off, my penis firmly wrapped in a plastic raincoat. Our lovemaking was regular as clockwork, once a month – even if it meant canceling her bridge club.

Unbelievably, I had never cheated on her. I was a second string quarterback in college and the senior class president. Blessed with rugged good looks and an athletic body, I had never lacked for the attention of the ladies. But since our marriage, I had been devoted to our family and my job, leaving little time for carnal pursuits.

That's not completely true. I have a very active fantasy life and love to masturbate. My hand has replaced my wife's pussy on an almost daily basis the last ten years of my life. I travel a lot with my law practice, and I really enjoy checking out the adult bookstores, pay-per-view hotel skin flicks, and live sex clubs in the cities I visit. My mental inventory of smut and perversion provides me an endless supply of stroking material. Rarely does a day pass that I don't uncork a load or two in the executive washroom at work.

In fact, after I dropped the family off at the airport on Sunday afternoon, I hit one of the local purveyors of filth and bought a two-week supply of dirty magazines and DVDs to enjoy on my "working vacation".

Getting home, I popped in a gonzo cumshot DVD, poured a glass of Merlot, and spread my work out on the living room table, planning to mix a little stroke session in with my case preparations.

I have to admit, I am fascinated with head. I love watching beautiful women deepthroat well hung men. A long, thick cock stretching a petite hottie's mouth is pure art. Her eyes watering as she ****** the length down her straining throat, I often imagine the intense longing and lust she must feel for the stud's throbbing tool.

My dick is an average 6.5 inches, but I could model for Viagra. Ever since I was a kid, I could pop wood at the drop of a hat and my boners are frighteningly hard. I only wish I had another couple of inches. I imagine that a solid eight or nine inches could do for my wife's libido what years of begging have failed to accomplish – turn her into a raging nymphomaniac.

As usual, the files on the table went unattended as I focused my attention on the widescreen TV. My fly unzipped, I fished out my balls and kneaded them tenderly as I stroked my hard-on, watching starlet after starlet reap the rewards of their hard earned work. A particularly naughty brunette was lapping the stray bullets of jizz off her abnormally well-endowed breasts when the phone rang, snapping me back to reality.

"Hello," I stuttered, reaching for the mute button on the TV, my other hand still wrapped firmly around my raging boner.

"Hey, Curt, good news old buddy." It was my partner at the law firm.

"What's up Charlie? I was just looking over some of our draft briefs," I replied.

"Well toss those in the trash, get a good nights *****, and be in Judge Cornwallis's court at 9am tomorrow. Word is, the jury is in and the verdict looks good."

Stunned, I congratulated Charlie and hung up.

Hot damn. Returning my attention to a tight bodied blonde bartender that had served two horse hung studs a couple of beers and was now on her knees servicing them in a much more personal way, I let the good news sink in. We had won, but more importantly, I had a two-week free pass – no family and no work obligations.

As the bartender turned slut took turns throating the two strapping patrons, I picked up the pace on my own throbbing woody. Torn between the two cum spickets, ********* to miss a single drop of their precious fluids, she grabbed a beer glass from the bar and held it between her tits as the customers deposited her hard earned tip on her exposed breasts. As the dripping cum from her chest found its way into the mug, I grabbed my own wine glass and with a final jerk shot my load into the empty goblet, thick frothy cream mixing with the last drops of red wine, creating a rose colored roux.

Raising her glass in salute, she downed the thick spunk, her tongue coaxing the final drops from the bottom of the upturned crystal, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across her face.

Caught-up in the perverted moment, I too raised my cum filled wine glass and toasted my firm's victory, throwing back my head and ******** deeply of my own special vintage. I had never tasted my own cum - salty, thick and creamy, with a hint of pepper and citrus; not at all unpleasant.

As I slumped back on the sofa, smacking my lips, my spent cock deflating, I could only chuckle. Damn, I am one sick puppy.

As Charlie had predicted, the jury found in our favor. To celebrate, we gave the entire office the week off.

Rather than catch the next flight to Chicago to join the family, I decided to take a few days off and head to the mountains for some much needed R&R. I called my wife and told her the good news.

"So you can come to Chicago then?" she queried.

"I need to close a few loopholes here in Denver," I lied. "I will fly up next weekend."

I packed my camping and fishing gear in the SUV, ecstatic that I would have four days alone, just me and the pristine Rocky Mountains. A backpack, a tent, a fishing pole, and a week's supply of porn magazines – what more could an ardent outdoorsman and card carrying pervert ask for?

I pulled into a remote trailhead in the San Juan range of southwestern Colorado about sunset, the only vehicle in the parking lot. I pitched the tent and organized my backpack before hitting the sack, eager to get an early start in the morning. The plan was to hike along Cibola Creek to the stream's source, Emerald Lake and pitch camp. I had heard great things about the lake and was looking forward to landing a big trophy trout to mount on my office wall. I would have three days to explore the area, catch fish, and catch up on my "professional reading".

The hike was demanding and I reached Emerald Lake about 2pm. After setting up camp well back from the lake under some towering pines, I stripped off my sweaty clothes and took a cooling dip in the crystal blue water. Grabbing a cigar from my pack and a smut magazine, I reclined on a big granite boulder to enjoy the serenity and beauty of the high mountains.

I was literally miles from the nearest paved road, alone in the wilderness. I didn't expect to see anyone for the next three days and felt comfortable lounging in the warm afternoon sun in nothing more than my birthday suit.

As I thumbed through the porn rag, analyzing the hot erotic stories and studying the smoking pictorials, I stroked my stiff dick. I could handle this kind of work, I smiled to myself, as the sun tanned my exposed body. Too bad I didn't have a wife willing to share my lust for the outdoors and dirty sex, but I did have my old friend, five-fingered Rosie. Rosie was going to get quite a workout this week – to quote Jackson Browne, "It looks likes it's me and you again tonight, Rosie." And tomorrow morning, and tomorrow afternoon, and tomorrow night...well, you get the picture.

About two-thirds of the way through the magazine, I came upon an incredible pictorial spread. A gorgeous blonde with a firm round butt and six-pack abs was fucking two incredibly well endowed studs in the great outdoors. The storyline was evident; the woman's car had broken down in the country and two mechanics had arrived to tune her engine. It was clear the men had brought the appropriate tools based on the dreamy smile spreading across the stranded maiden's cute face as she wrenched their inflating peckers from their denim overalls.

As usual, I became infatuated with the stunning pictures of the little hottie struggling to pleasure the two large cocks, her petite hand not reaching fully around their impressive girth. Straining to ratchet open her jaw, she took turns working the mechanics' tools down her talented throat, bringing each prick to full attention.

The photography was excellent and in the bright afternoon sunshine, I could see the intense look of desire building in the blonde's eyes as the men achieved full erection. Squatting between the two, her pussy gleamed in anticipation of fucking the helpful duo. Oh that my wife could be driven to such sexual heights by merely giving head. I deeply envied the men's towering proportions, confident that such dimensions were the holy grail of a repressed and boring sex life.

Unbelievably, the little vixen took the two massive cocks at once, one stuffed in her tight little backdoor, the other pounding her dripping snatch. Her cries of ecstasy leapt from the pages as the two big dicks drilled her hard. As I thumbed pages to the ultimate climax, I jerked my pathetic boner as I lay prone on the warm rock.

Ultimately, the two studs withdrew and blew thick, frosty loads all over the eager blonde's smiling face, her tongue lapping at the stray jets of jizz, the excess puddling between her tits and dripping down her tight tummy.

Rosie picked up the pace and I blew a hot load of spooge all over my own exposed belly and chest. Resting my head back against the rock, I exhaled deeply, my heart beating wildly. Remembering the taste of my cum from the other night, I used my fingers to scoop up the sticky cream and licked them clean. Fuck I wish my wife would learn to love my special sauce – I already thoroughly enjoyed the salty treat.

Exhausted from the hike and a warm glow spreading through my body from my masturbatory success, I dozed off, the remnants of my ejaculatory bliss drying to a crust on my naked torso.

Startled by a splashing sound, I awoke to find a fisherman standing on the lakeshore, not twenty yards from where I slept, reeling in a large rainbow trout, it's gymnastic struggle for freedom creating the loud ruckus.

As the fellow landed the big fish, he turned to face me. "Sorry to wake you up buddy, but these fish have no manners."

Still half a*****, I realized I was completely nude. I reached for the only cover handy, the porn mag, and awkwardly tried to cover my exposed crotch.

"Looks like you been having a little fun too," the stranger chuckled, as he unhooked the fish and dropped it in his creel. "At least I won't go hungry tonight," he smiled.

As I struggled to awake fully, my eyes focused on the fishing intruder. He was a little younger than me, probably in his late twenties. In a t-shirt and shorts, he handled his fly rod like an experienced outdoorsman. Several days' growth of stubble framed his rugged and tanned face; a pair of well-used hiking boots his only other article of clothing. His physique was incredibly athletic, standing well over six feet he appeared chiseled from the local granite.

"Jake Smirnoff," he offered, patting himself on the chest. "Good to meet you."

"I, uhhhh, well......" I stammered, trying to regain my composure.

"Didn't mean to sneak up on you like that, but I hooked the big rainbow over behind those trees and he pulled me your direction." Trying to ease my embarrassment, he added, "Bet that warm sun sure feels good on your exposed skin. I sunbath nude whenever I get the chance."

"Sorry," I tried again. "You just startled me. I'm Curt," I offered, still embarrassed, Jake's steely gray eyes not leaving my nearly nude body.

"You've got nothing to be embarrassed about," Jake continued. "Looks like you work out a little."

"I try," I answered, unsure of where this conversation was headed. "I assumed I was all alone up here."

"Just you and some intellectual reading material," Jake joked, motioning toward my smut rag turned loincloth. This guy was not going to let me off easy - he appeared to be enjoying my discomfort.

"Yea, I uhh, just found this down by the lake. Some pervert must have dropped it to lighten his load." As I stood up, the magazine dropped from my lap.

"Well Curt old buddy, it looks like you recently lost a load as well," Jake smirked, nodding toward my now fully exposed dick, dried cum streaking my belly and crusting my flaccid pecker.

Unable to respond, I blushed bright red.

In a casual manner, Jake dropped his fishing gear and pulled his sweaty t-shirt over his head, revealing his massive chest and sculpted abs, covered in a fine fur. "Mind if I use your private pool for a cooling dip?" he asked, bending to untie and remove his boots.

"The National Forest is for everybody to enjoy," I replied jokingly, trying to regain some control. "The water feels...." I trailed off as Jake stood and peeled off his shorts, his schlong slowly unfolding, gravity pulling his plum shaped head toward the ground as his length unfurled, framed magnificently between his muscular thighs. Even soft, his dick was huge and I was struck speechless.

"The water feels what?" he asked, gently tugging his balls as he freed his package from the confines of his shorts. "I don't know about the water, but the cool mountain breeze feels great on my nuts."

Leaving his clothes on the big boulder, Jake strode toward the water, his cock swinging mightily, reminding me of an elephant's trunk. I was mesmerized, unable to take my eyes off his incredible tool as he slowly made his way into the lake. As he moved into deeper water, his tool slowly disappeared beneath the blue waves, the ******** power of his giant snake releasing me. I watch a lot of porn, and I don't know that I have ever seen such a big, beautiful dick.

Jake dove under the water, reappearing several yards out in the lake.

"Great!" I shouted, the spell finally broken.

"What?" Jake queried.

"The water feels GREAT!" I finally finished my original thought.

"Yes it does," Jake replied. "Why don't you join me? Looks like you could stand a little bath yourself."

My knees weak and my heart pounding in my chest, I longed to see more of his beautiful cock. A dick like that must drive women insane with pleasure. I tried to picture it hard and throbbing, but my limited imagination could not fathom the awesome power of such a fine piece of meat. He must have women eating out of his hand, I thought.

Hell, as far as men went, I guess he was actually pretty handsome as well. He had that rugged Marlboro man look about him and not an ounce of fat on his muscular frame. What a lucky ************, I thought, shaking my head as I willed my legs to work, propelling me towards the water.

"Hope you don't mind me setting up camp here for the night?" Jake asked as he splashed in the water. "I know you probably wanted your privacy up here, but I will pack up and move out in the morning."

True, I did hope to have the lake to myself, but the appearance of this well-hung Adonis had scrambled my brains and I wasn't at all sure what I wanted anymore.

"No problem, Jake," I replied, struggling to compose my sparkling wit and sense of humor. "Make yourself at home and let me know if I can be of any service. As concierge of the world famous Emerald Lake Hotel and Bath House, we aim to please."

"Bath house, huh?" Jake snickered. "Didn't they outlaw those dens of sexual perversion and deviance? Although a massage does sound pretty good after a hard day on the trail –preferably an all over body massage with special attention paid to my man muscle, if you know what I mean."

This guy was a piece of work. His every sentence appeared tinged with sexual innuendo and perversion. I was really starting to like him. ****, I would pay good money to watch this stud fuck a hot bitch. I needed to figure out a way to hook this guy up with my uptight wife – if his big cock couldn't unlock her sexual passions, maybe she was beyond help.

Jake emerged from the water and picked up my smut mag, "You really like this ****, Curt?"

Loosening up and effectively already caught in the act, I answered, "Yea, I love sex, unfortunately my wife doesn't – that leaves me at the mercy of the porn world and my well practiced hand."

"So you masturbate a lot?" he asked, thumbing through the glossy pages.

"Pretty much daily," I replied, again finding myself staring at his incredible package, seemingly unfazed by the cold lake water, immune to the shrinkage problems of we mere mortals.

"I prefer to find a willing participant or two to relieve my urges," Jake said, adding, "A few of these guys could certainly fill the bill."

Wow – did he say 'guys'? Maybe he was referring to everybody, like 'all you guys'. But wouldn't he say gals, or chicks, or babes, or pussies, or some such manly reference. No way this stud was gay. With his looks and his giant package he could fuck any piece of tuna on the planet.

"Have you ever thought of cheating on your wife?" Jake continued.

"All the time," I lied, trying to sound macho. "But honestly, I am a pretty devoted family man. I rely on a very active fantasy life to quell by my manly urges."

As Jake thumbed through the magazine, his cock began to stir. "This is some pretty hot ****," he said, waving the magazine in my direction. He was enjoying the same pictorial I had earlier beat-off studying.

Playing a wild card, I continued, "Yea, that little blonde is smoking hot."

"She's OK I guess," Jake replied. "She really knows how to handle all that man meat."

****, he was more impressed with the dicks than with the hottie. But who was I to judge, I was pretty fucking enthralled with those big dicks too – not cause I was gay or anything, just cause I wish I had a horse cock like those guys. But Jake truly did have a horse cock – why was he getting all hot over the two beefcakes?

Trying to ignore the obvious implications, I gave Jake the benefit of the doubt – like a driver of a fine automobile, he was just admiring the other drivers' machines.

Putting the magazine aside, Jake gave his hardening dick a quick tug, "Oops. All that hardcore action is going to my head. I better set up camp and clean my fish. As thanks for sharing the lake, how about joining me for dinner?"

Still treading water, mostly to cover the embarrassment of my again hard dick, I replied, "It's a date."

A smile spreading across his rugged face, Jake replied, "I love first dates," as he picked up his clothes and fishing gear, heading toward the north end of the lake.

Why the fuck did I say 'date'? This wasn't a date; it was just two fishermen getting together to share the fruits of their labor. I immediately regretted my choice of words, but as Jake disappeared around a stand of pines, I already longed for another view of his incredible banana.

As the sun began to set, the smell of wood smoke signaled that Jake was firing up the kitchen. Putting on a clean t-shirt and shorts, I grabbed a flask of 15-year-old scotch and a box of wild rice from my pack and made the commute to Jake's campsite.

Jake traveled light. Rather than packing a tent, he had strung up a hammock between two trees, his ******** bag unfurled on his deluxe accommodations.

"So what do you do if it rains?" I asked upon entering his campsite, motioning towards the evening clouds that so often build-up in the Rockies.

"I find alternative accommodations," he replied, coyly. "I enjoy sharing a tent with the right guy," he winked, squatting next to the campfire as he fried up the big fish.

There's that guy thing again, I thought to myself. Jake was wearing a pair of loose fitting swim trunks, and no shirt, a silver nipple ring I had previously missed glistening on his exposed chest. As he moved about camp, his big trouser trout swung freely in his shorts and I snuck furtive glances at his poorly concealed weapon. As he squatted by the fire to turn the fish, his cock peeked from the hem of his shorts, revealing the massive helmet that sat gloriously on the head of his proud member. Trying to ignore the strange stirring in my shorts, I offered Jake a *****.

"I don't have a fish to contribute to the meal, but how about some mean hooch and a little wild rice?" I offered.

"Perfect," Jake responded as he took a deep swig from my flask. "That stuff is smooth."

"Only the best for my guests here at Emerald Lake," I joked, as I put a pot on to boil for the rice.

As dinner cooked, we drank freely and talked about our lives back in civilization. Turned out we were both sports nuts, had a passion for fine wine, and had attended the same college. Jake owned a sporting goods store in Colorado Springs that specialized in rock climbing and mountaineering equipment.

As the ***** took effect and we filled our bellies with the bounty of the land, the talk turned again to sex.

"So your wife doesn't fulfill you sexual needs?" Jake asked. "What's that all about? You are a handsome and successful guy."

"Thanks," I replied, sheepishly. "The spark is just gone from our lovemaking. She tolerates the monthly wham-bam-thank-you-mam but trying to light a fire under her libido is like trying to build a bonfire with wet matches."

"So is the problem her kindling or your matches?" Jake, the amateur psychologist continued as he stretched out on his hammock, taking another deep swig from the scotch flask.

"Interesting question you pose," I replied, my eyes glued to Jake's crotch as his shorts became snagged on the hammock, riding up to reveal several inches of his thickly veined dick. "I've often wondered if the right blow torch could ignite the fires that must burn deep inside her well guarded box."

"The right blow torch, huh?" Jake laughed. "So you think she has pent-up sexual aggressions that you have been unable to tap?"

"Something like that," I answered, the affects of the scotch starting to swirl my cognitive abilities. "Truth be told, I watch a lot of porn and I know its just TV and acting and all that ****, but damn it's incredible to watch some straight-laced little hottie go off the deep end when she gets fucked by a big, fat dick."

"So you think your dick is incapable of 'sending her off the deep end', so to speak," Jake said.

"Sad but true," I replied. "Maybe she needs a horse hung stud to unlock the passion between her legs."

"Interesting hypothesis, Dr. Curt," Jake laughed, as he swung his legs out of the hammock, rising to a half sitting position. "But after analyzing your predicament, I have to wonder if it isn't you that is infatuated with big cocks!"

Simultaneous with his accusation, Jake reached into his shorts and pulled out his thick tool, the fat, doughy softness of his once flaccid member slowly disappearing behind the steely curtain of his rapidly hardening boner.

"You have been ogling my package ever since you laid eyes upon it and your face does a poor job of disguising the lust and desire raging through your body," Jake spat. "Don't hide your homoerotic fantasies behind your wife's poor sex drive, your pornographic addiction, or your homophobic fears."

As Jake preached from his hammock, he slowly stroked his incredible cock, his large hand barely reaching around his massive girth. I was again struck speechless and mesmerized by his glorious tool in the flickering light of the campfire, the sun setting behind the lake and a full moon rising over Jake's shoulder. Based on the raging boner in my shorts, maybe Jake was right.

"Crawl over here little man," Jake ordered. "I know you want...make that need, to take a closer look."

Unable to resist, I slowly crawled towards Jake, kneeling between his tree-trunk like legs to study his throbbing staff. It sprouted perpendicular from the jungle of dark hair around his taught lower abdomen, a pulsing vein meandering down the top of his tool. Unbelievably, the mushroom shaped head was fatter than his thick shaft, purple and angry as creamy pre-cum leaked from his piss slit. Twelve inches if it was an inch, his cock was the embodiment of masculinity and power.

"Holy ****," I whispered, awe and fear mixed in my voice. His crotch smelled musky but not unpleasant, far better than the clammy, moist stench of my wife's pussy.

"Touch it Curt," Jake calmly ordered. "Feel it. Stroke it. Touch another man's cock. Trust me, you are going to learn to enjoy it."

Unable and frankly ********* to resist, I lightly grasped Jake's penis. Visions of cross-eyed porn actresses, overcome by lust and longing shot through my mind. An electric impulse seemed to radiate from Jake's big tuning fork, drawing my focus and attention center stage to his incredible boner. Finally I understood the goofy look on those starlets' faces as they stared down the long, fat barrel of a well endowed porn stud – a big cock was a holy grail, something to be worshiped, praised, and exalted. I didn't know where this night was leading, but fuck was I ready to find out.

"You like that, don't you Curt?" Jake glared, his hand massaging his firm belly and lightly tweaking his erect nipples as I slowly stroked his big meat. "Grasp it firmly, you won't hurt it. It's just like yours, only so much bigger and more powerful."

"It's awesome," I admitted, stroking more firmly, using his pre-cum to lubricate the big piston.

"I partly agree with your theory," Jake continued. "I don't doubt that I could do wonders for your wife's libido, but tonight I am going to open whole new worlds to your perverted little mind."

"Teach me, Jake," I whimpered. "Open my eyes."

"I'll open your eyes, bitch," Jake snarled. "But right now I want you to open your pretty little mouth."

Jake stood up from the hammock, his spear jutting wickedly at my surprised face. He grabbed his cock roughly and slapped my exposed face, "Open up sweetie, it's Jake time."

After two more vicious slaps, I opened my virgin mouth, unsure where I was going to put this foot long tonsil tickler.

"Watch those teeth," Jake snarled as he pushed the head of his cock past my open lips. "Open up wider and use your tongue to lube my head. I'd hate to get my poorly oiled piston stuck down your tight little throat."

Visions of the literally thousands of blowjobs I have watched rushed to my mind. As my initial shock wore off, my instincts took over and I morphed into a well-trained head aficionado, using techniques I had only previously observed in the movies or in magazines. As I used both hands to wring his fat shaft, I explored every vein and crevice with my tongue. I had often fantasized about the perfect blowjob – only now a strange twist of fate had me giving, not receiving.

"That's it, Curt," Jake encouraged. "I can tell already you have a real enthusiasm for your new hobby."

Jake roughly grabbed my head between his powerful hands and pulled, ******* several inches of his now rock hard boner down my throat. I ****** briefly, fighting my gag reflex but did not try to pull off his throat spear, confident I could handle this hot piece of molten lava.

"You are a hot little bitch, Curt," Jake moaned, his hands still locked behind my head. "Most guys are a little intimidated by my size, but you are a real size queen, I can tell."

Unable to speak, more than half of Jake's cock stuffed down my throat, I looked up at this towering hunk of man, my eyes watering and nodded. I was a fucking size queen and I was in heaven.

"And to think, you wanted to waste this big cock on your wife's tight little cunt," Jake continued. "I like pussy OK, but women are just too fucking soft and tender. Sex should be hard, and rough. I hope you like it hard and rough, my little cocksucking buddy."

As Jake finished his tirade, he ****** another couple of inches down my already stretched gullet, holding me impaled on his cock for several seconds, his pubic hair lightly tickling my nose, before withdrawing from my throat. As his head reached the cavity of my mouth and my tongue swirled around his gland, he quickly reversed course and thrust his tool back down my throat. Setting a ferocious rhythm, Jake began to fuck my mouth viciously, each down stroke reaching another millimeter closer to my stomach as his fat wand trained my virgin throat. Lucky for me, his dick was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, lubing my pipe as he explored new depths.

My jaw ached and my throat was raw, but the intense sexual energy flowing through my body was incredible. I cupped his firm butt cheeks in my hands and pulling hard I helped him drill my throat with reckless abandon. As his balls bounced off my chin, I knew he had achieved maximum penetration.

"Fuck that feels good," Jake moaned. "Few bitches, man or woman, have ever throated my entire length."

A sense of pride welled inside me. What a feeling of accomplishment. Mountaineers climb mountains because they are there. I had climbed Jake's mountain and now I was addicted. No doubt in my mind, a dick like Jake's could turn even the most straight-laced, up-tight, frigid sex hater into a raging nymphomaniac.

Withdrawing his cock from my throat, he teased, "I can save it for your wife."

"Fuck her," I moaned, "No way she could handle that monster. Give it to me."

"Beg for it you little slut," Jake continued. "Tell me how bad you want to suck my cock."

Overcome with lust, I needed his dick back down my throat, "Please Jake, don't tease me. Fuck my mouth you big stud. Teach me about man sex. I need your tool stuffed back down my throat."

"Typical," Jake replied. "Blame your problems on your wife's pussy. It's obvious you have far deeper concerns. Lucky for you, my cock is long enough to probe your deepest issues and unlock your pent up sexual frustrations."

With that, Jake the psychologist crammed his fuckstick back down my eager throat, his rod filling my thirsty mouth. I opened wide, sticking my tongue out to lick his low hanging sweaty balls as he thrust deeply down my horny pipe.

"Take out your little dick Curt," Jake ordered. "Stroke your teenie-weenie while you deep throat my big cock."

Pulling down my shorts, I yanked out my dick and stroked it rapidly. My cock was incredibly hard, yet it felt like a toothpick in my hand compared to the throat missile a***ing my mouth.

Again Jake withdrew his pecker, "Stand up and take off your clothes," he ordered.

Without hesitation, I stripped naked. As I pulled my shirt over my head, Jake stroked his boner, "Damn you have a tight little body."

"Th-th-thanks," I stuttered. "Glad you like it."

He turned away from me and bending over, stripped his swim trunks off, revealing his muscled buns. "Rim my hole you little cunt," he ordered. "And don't ignore my balls."

The thought of licking his ass repulsed me, but I couldn't resist this big sexy bastard. I wanted to please him, primarily to ensure he would keep feeding me his glorious cock.

Bending to the task, I snaked my tongue between his cheeks and tasted the raw nastiness of his poop chute.

"Yea honey," he cooed, "Tongue fuck my ass. Eat my man pussy."

I alternated between licking his ball sack and tonguing his backdoor, periodically reaching between his legs to stroke his still raging boner.

"How does that taste, Curt?" Jake chuckled. "Can't be any worse than your wife's snatch."

He was right. During our college days, I had eaten-out my wife primarily to guilt her into sucking my cock. I didn't enjoy it, but I figured the return was worth the investment. I was happy to eat Jake's shitter not because I wanted anything in return, but because I wanted to please this stud. Actually I did want something in return; his cock down my throat.

"You are a great student, Curt," Jake encouraged. "I would swear you're are a card carrying faggot the way you attack that bunghole. You keep that up and I am going to blow one mighty big load."

"Please cum in my mouth," I whimpered. "I want to taste your spunk."

Laughing, Jake spun around and offered his dick for my taking, "You're gonna get every drop, sweetie."

He shoved his cock back down my throat and screamed, "Stick your finger in my well-lubed hole you little pussy."

As he fucked my mouth with long, deep strokes, I pushed my index finger past his tight sphincter and screwed his hole knuckle deep.

"Grab my balls," Jake demanded. "Can you feel the jizz boiling in my nuts?"

With his cock buried in my gullet, I could only nod, as I felt the warm spooge building to climax deep in his testicles.

As he grabbed my ears and thrust his cock fully down my throat he moaned, "I'm gonna fill your hole with my salty spunk, bitch. Arghhhhhhhh!!!"

As he howled at the full moon, I felt a warm, sharp explosion down my throat, his cock erupting torrents of cum.

"Fuck that feels great," he screamed.

I swallowed as much as I could, ******* his cock from my throat as I ****** on his massive load. As his cock emerged from my mouth, several long sticky ropes of cream shot across my face, stinging my eyes and lodging in my hair. I stroked his still jerking rod, milking the last few drops of spunk from his massive spicket, catching all on my eager tongue.

"Your cum is delicious," I purred, wiping the excess from my face and hair and licking the remnants from my fingers, ********* to release Jake's slowly softening tool from my grasp.

"Jerk your dick, Curt," Jake ordered. "Shoot your load for me."

Stunned, I realized I had completely ignored my own boner. I was so enthralled with Jake's cock, I had forgotten about my own pleasure.

With a few quick jerks, my cock started to twitch.

"Cum on my hiking boots," Jake ordered.

Lining up my dick, I erupted, my knees weakening as powerful shots of jizz coated Jake's boots, the incredible sexual tension in my body melting away.

"Lick them clean, Curt," Jake orderd. "Show me what a cum slut you are."

Only to happy to oblige, I bent to the task and tongued my sperm from his dirty boots, smacking my lips, the salty treat mingling with Jake's recent deposit.

"That's fucking hot, Curt," Jake moaned. "I can't wait to fill your other end with my hot spunk," he whispered as he began to stroke his still semi-hard dick.

Holy ****, I thought, a sudden flash of fear pulsing through my mind. I was head over fucking heals in love with Jake's big cock, but no way in hell I could handle that big fucker up my ass. He would split me in two, causing irreparable damage.

"Umm, I, well, yeaaaa, you see...." I stuttered, unable to broach the topic of his butt weapon.

"Don't be a sissy," Jake snapped, slapping my face with his rapidly hardening dick. "I'm gonna make your ass sing and before its over, you'll be my little butt slut."

I started to shake, sure that my ass was incapable of accommodating his huge cock. At the same moment, feelings of guilt and shame washed over my body. What had I done? I had never cheated on my wife before.

"Uhhh, sorry, Jake," I stammered, as I grabbed my discarded clothes and headed out of his camp, "I think this was a bad idea."

Falling back into his hammock, his strong hand wrapped around his impressive tool, Jake laughed loudly, "Oh, you'll be back, Curt. You will be back."

As I retreated, stumbling back toward my campsite, I heard Jake's deep voice echoing across the peaceful lake, "You will be begging for more, my little closet queer!!!"

I crawled into my tent and zipped up my bag, tossing and turning as I tried to fall a*****. I'm not a fag, I repeated, over and over. It was just the Scotch and the high mountain air.

But as I finally drifted off to *****, visions of Jakes incredible schlong danced in my head and my cock ************* twitched in my ******** bag.

Exhausted from the hike and the oral Olympics, I slept through the night and awoke at daybreak with a throbbing woody, memories of the night before more vivid than any wet dream. As I lay in bed and stroked my hard cock, still tasting Jake's salty spunk on my tongue, I realized what an idiot I had been the night before. Embarrassed and ashamed, I had tucked my tail between my legs and run away. I couldn't get the picture of Jake's huge boner out of my mind, and the more I tried to forget about his cock, the more I wondered what that big fucker would feel like stuffed up my virgin ass.

Emerging from the tent, I made up my mind – I was going to crawl back to Jake's campsite this morning and beg him to fuck my ass. And I wanted him to show no mercy. I had been a typical fucking cunt the night before, teasing him with my mouth and refusing to "seal the deal". It might hurt at first, but god would it hurt so good. I deserved a rabid butt fucking and who better than Jake and his incredible snake.

As I crested the hill between our campsites, my heart sank. His hammock was gone; so was his backpack and any trace of his being there. Damn. The fucker had packed up and headed out.

I freaked out. I wanted, no, I needed his dick and I needed it bad. I had fucked up royally. My mind spinning, I tried to follow his tracks. He had headed toward the north end of the lake, the opposite direction from my car, but I lost all trace of his trail at the rock fall that climbed to the pass above the lake. He could have gone any direction.

I returned to camp and packed up. I knew where he worked. I would drive to Colorado Springs and await his return, begging him to forgive me; begging him to train my ass to love his fat dick.

I practically sprinted back down the trail and arrived at the parking lot a little after noon. As I tossed my pack in the back of the SUV, I noted one other rig in the lot, a heavy duty four wheel drive pickup. Could it be Jakes?

The plates were from Colorado Springs and a bumper sticker advertised a rock climbing shop in town. Peering through the windows, a big bottle of Wet Lube rested in the cup holder; that big dicked fucker was well prepared. It had to be Jake's truck. A wicked smile spreading across my face, I decided to pitch camp and wait for him to return. I had to formulate some kind of apology, but I assumed my virgin ass was all the apology Jake would really need.

He didn't return that day, so I tossed my ******** bag in the bed of his truck, crashing for the night; no way was I going to let him slip past before sunup.

I awoke at dawn to a loud bang, the tailgate of the truck jarring me out of a peaceful *****.

"Boy what a surprise," Jake chuckled, clearly full of sarcasm. "Can I help you?"

I had rehearsed this meeting, but seeing Jake, a light sweat coating his face, his heavy pack biting into his bare shoulders, I could only sigh. "I'm sorry, Jake."

"Sorry about what?" Jake continued as he removed his backpack and took off his sweaty tank top, his pierced nipple glistening in the early morning sun.

"Sorry about the way the other night ended," I began. "I couldn't stop thinking about your incredible cock. I made a huge mistake. And frankly, I was a bitch. I don't know if I can take your dick up my ass, but damn if I don't want to give it my best shot."

"Well," Jake responded, "You had your chance. I'm not really in the mood anymore."

The fucker. He knew he had me wrapped around his finger, and he was going to enjoy this. He threw his pack in the bed of the truck and headed toward the cab.

"Don't tease me Jake," I begged. "Fuck my ass. Make be your little butt slut."

"Why the change of heart?" Jake enquired.

"Look," I responded, "I've never had a homosexual experience. I freaked out the other night. But give me a chance. My ass is unexplored territory, and I want you to pop my cherry."

Rubbing the growing bulge in his jeans, Jake abruptly ordered, "Strip naked! Show me how bad you want it."

Finally an opening. I eagerly ripped off my t-shirt and wriggled out of my shorts, my cock pitching a tent in my briefs.

"You do have a nice body," Jake remarked, "I suppose I could throw you a quick mercy fuck. Take off those tighty-whiteys and bend over. Show me your virgin hole."

Standing in the bed of the truck, I yanked off my briefs and bent over, spreading my butt cheeks to reveal my puckered anus; the same hole I had fingered endlessly the night before as I lay in my ******** bag, dreaming of Jake's big ass master.

"How do I know you're not gonna chicken out again and go running off into the woods like a little cry baby?" Jake queried as he continued to massage the lump in his Levis.

Thinking fast, I grabbed some rope out of the bed of the truck and tossed it to Jake, "Tie me up if you want. Don't give me a chance to back out."

Jake caught the rope and spun it quickly into a tight lasso, twirling the loop over his head. With a deep chuckle, he threw the rope, lassoing me around the neck with a tight tug. "You're my little steer now, cowboy. Soon to be my little queer steer."

With a sharp tug, Jake yanked me off the bed of the truck, landing in a heap at his feet. "Don't expect me to take it easy on you, Curt," Jake barked, as he dragged me up on my knees. "I didn't appreciate your disappearing act the other night. I was planning to indoctrinate your virgin ass nice and easy, some tender foreplay, and lots of lube. But you can kiss that Mr. Sensitive **** goodbye."

"Unbuckle my jeans and go to work, faggot," Jake ordered, cinching the rope tighter around my neck. "You've got exactly one minute to spit lube my cock before I dry-fuck the crap out of your uptight little backdoor."

Even had I wanted to struggle, the combination of the rope around my neck and Jake's overpowering size made it fruitless. Lucky for me, his threatening attitude, the sight of his huge bulge, and the anticipation growing over the last 24 hours made me deliriously horny. If he wanted to **** my ass, more power to him. I couldn't wait to feel his balls bouncing off mine.

Following his orders, I unzipped his pants and fished out his incredible member. Ignoring the sweaty, musky smell, I eagerly throated his big tool, quickly overcoming my gag reflex as I strained to inhale every inch of his magnificent manhood.

"Damn, you are one hungry little slut," Jake cackled, clearly pleased at my newfound skills. "I hope your ass feels half as good as your face pussy."

While I quickly worked to lube his rod, I reached up to caress his tight chest, pulling lightly on his nipple ring.

"Now you're learning, boy," Jake said. "Tweak those nipples nice and hard. Now lick my nuts."

Without hesitation, my knees raw from the gravel in the parking lot, I pulled his tool from my mouth and concentrated on his big hanging balls. While I nibbled his sack and took turns popping his nuts in my hungry mouth, Jake stroked his cock, now fully hard and ready for action.

"Don't stop there, faggot. Show me how you tongue your wife's little hole. Ream my ass with your talented tongue."

Aiming to please, I craned my neck to gain access to his butthole. Again slightly repulsed, I was in no position to argue; Jake was in complete control.

"Oh yea; tongue-fuck my ****hole. Stick it way up in there," Jake moaned. "Fuck that feels good."

Suddenly, Jake yanked on my leash, "Stand up you little pansy." Reaching down, he grabbed my dick roughly and pulled me to my feet. "You keep tongue fucking my ass like that and I'm gonna waste a big load. I'd much rather pump this load up your tight ****ter."

Pushing me from behind, Jake ordered, "Bend over the tailgate and spread your white ass cheeks. It's time to kiss your virginity goodbye."

Breathing heavy with excitement, I did as ordered, arching my back and spreading my cheeks to provide unimpeded access to my horny hole.

"Reach back here and guide my cockhead into your poop chute," Jake ordered as he pulled tighter on the noose around my neck.

My head sideways on the tailgate, I reached back between my legs and grasped his throbbing cock. As I guided his rod toward my hole, Jake pulled back laughing.

"Maybe I don't want to fuck your nasty ass," Jake barked, slapping my butt with his hard cock.

The fucker was teasing me.

"Please Jake," I cried. "Give me your big beautiful dick. **** my ass. Fill me with your thick seed!!"

With a deep grunt, Jake leaned into my backside, the head of his cock popping the seal on my tight sphincter. "I always was a sucker for gutter mouthed sluts," Jake laughed.

As his enormous cockhead invaded my tight hole, a burning sensation erupted from my loins. "Wholly fucking ****!!!" I screamed. "You're gonna rip me in two!"

"I,ll do my best, little buddy," Jake snorted, leaning to the task of impaling his rod up my ass, inch after painful inch disappearing down my reluctant hole.

I tried to pull away from him, but my lower body was trapped between his powerful frame and the bed of the truck, and the more I struggled, the tighter the rope drew around my neck.

"You're not going anywhere, bitch," Jake grunted as he ****** another horrifying inch up my ass.

"I can't take it, Jake, please!!!!" I pleaded. "It's just not physically possible!"

"Oh, its possible, Curt old buddy. And it's highly probable as well. A little wet lube woulda made it a whole lot less painful, but it wouldn't change the outcome. Soon now you're gonna have a foot of Big Jake up your poor ass."

The searing pain slowly subsided and I could feel his cock throbbing in my butt, every bulging vein tapping a Morse code SOS on the stretched walls of my rectum. Hawking loudly, Jake spit on my ass, the wet loogie running down my ass crack and partially lubing his fat fuckstick.

Without slowing or bothering to withdraw a single inch, Jake continued his torturous assault on my hole. "With most newbies, I uncork every few inches," Jake snorted. "Lets your ass breath, like a fine bottle of wine. Also gives your butt a chance to adjust to my size."

Firmly gripping my hips in his strong hands, he ****** another two inches up my ass. "But like I said, I ain't aiming to ease your chicken **** pain. I want you to feel every fucking inch and remember what a royal fucking cunt you were the other night."


Fuck was I feeling it. I tried to relax, unable to believe anyone could take this much cock up his or her ass and not be permanently damaged. Looking back between my legs, I was amazed that over two-thirds of his length was jammed up my butt. My usually rock hard dick was hanging limp between my legs, but the sharp pain was slowly receding, replaced by a growing pleasure, causing my dick to leak a steady flow of pre-cum.

"Your little man clit is flowing like a river," Jake chuckled as he grabbed my nuts and squeezed.

Collapsing on the open tailgate from the pain in my nuts, Jake took complete control and rammed the remaining length of his shaft down my ****** hole. "I fucking bottomed out man," Jake exhaled. "How's it feel to have a foot of dick up your ass?"

Gasping for air, I couldn't answer, writhing on the tailgate, my feet no longer touching the ground as I was completely impaled on Jake's spear.

"You got some man cunt there, Curt," Jake smirked. "I bet your wife's pussy ain't this tight. Let's see how well you fuck."

With that, Jake withdrew his entire cock, my gaping hole exposed to the cool mountain air. Immediately I felt empty, both physically and emotionally. "Fuck me Jake," I implored. "***** your donkey dick back down my hole. I want to feel your balls bouncing off mine."

Chuckling, Jake responded, "Didn't take long to train your ass, huh choir boy? Beg for it!" he demanded as he spanked my ass hard with his throbbing club.

"Don't tease me, Jake. Show my ass no mercy. Fuck me like the pathetic bitch I am."

With a violent lunge, Jake rammed his cock back down my hole. The ***** of his thrust knocked the wind out of me. Before I could regain my senses, he withdrew and rammed again, and again, and again. Within seconds, he was piston fucking my defenseless ass.

"Is that what you wanted, pansy?" Jake questioned as he bent to the task of assaulting my tender butt.

"It hurts so fucking good," I moaned, barely able to contain my emotions. His cock was driving me insane. I don't know if a man's ass has a g-spot, but this stud's big dick was pushing some serious buttons. I could feel my spunk pooling under my belly as my dick continued to leak copious amounts of sticky sauce.

As he pummeled my rear, Jake asked, "So you think your pretty little wife would enjoy this?"

Fuck my wife, I thought. Let her find her own jollies. But my mouth could not put words to my thoughts, as if the nerve endings in my ass were overriding my ability to speak. I could only moan my approval of Jake's continued screwing. In silence, Jake attacked my ass, fucking me with long, deep strokes as the sun rose higher in the sky.

"Maybe your wife would enjoy watching her big stud husband taking it up the ass," Jake laughed as he fucked me mercilessly. "Do you think she would like that?"

"She better," I panted. "Cause it's going to become a regular occurrence."

"Oh, trust me, old buddy. Once you've enjoyed a foot of butt sausage, you will be hooked for life."

I couldn't begin to argue as the continued fucking sent wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure racing through my numb body.

Suddenly, Jake yanked his cock from my ravaged ass. "Spin over on your back. I wanna watch your face while I shoot a load deep in your butt."

Without hesitation, I spun around and lifted my legs high, presenting my ass at the edge of the tailgate for Jakes continued assault.

Quickly, Jake rammed his dick back in my hole and actually increased his savage pace. Amazingly, I felt his dick swell further as he neared his orgasm. He reached up and tweaked my nipples firmly, sending electric shocks through my body.

Without further warning, Jake grabbed my hips and thrust deeply, holding maximum penetration. I felt his dick twitch violently and a surge of warm, sticky fluid erupted in my bowels. The power of his eruption pushed me over the top and my now hard dick exploded, shooting jizz all over my belly and chest. Even as my orgasm subsided, I still felt his dick unloading jets of spooge deep in my ass. This guy could give Peter North a run for best money shot.

"Holy fucking ****!" Jake exclaimed. "That was one intense orgasm." He scooped up a handful of my cum and licked his fingers clean.

Jake slowly withdrew his softening member, my ass reluctant to let each inch escape my friendly confines. Covered in sweat, my body was spent. "You're gonna feel that in the morning, Curt," Jake smiled, giving my ass a firm slap as his dick popped out of my hole.

"Now get the fuck out of my truck, I gotta go."

As I weakly stood up, Jake's sticky jizz drained from my ass, running down my thighs. "When can I see you again?" I implored.

"Trust me my little cum bucket, you're gonna be seeing me in your dreams nightly. Once you've had Jake, everything else is a mistake." Laughing to himself, he jumped into the pickup and cranked the engine.

"Stop by the store anytime. If I'm unavailable, I've got a couple of well endowed employees that are always looking for a piece of new ass."

As his truck pulled away, I thought to myself, that's what I am. I'm a piece of new ass; a piece of new ass just fishing for a trophy dick.

Travel Nightmare


Day 1.

My wife Pam is very pretty and has a nice figure. She is also quite timid and will avoid confrontation at almost any cost. I worried that would eventually get her into trouble, and while I was partly right about that, it turned out to be something totally unexpected that was the dominant factor. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

For our 10th wedding anniversary we decided to take a Caribbean cruise. It was one of those packages where you fly down to San Juan and then cruise around the islands for a week on a big luxury cruise ship for six days. And everything went smoothly until we went through customs at the airport in San Juan. The customs officials cleared me but told my wife that she would need to step aside for a more detailed look at her luggage.

When I inquired they first brusquely told me to mind my own business. After I informed them that I was her husband they said that the **** sniffing dog had shown interest in her luggage. I told them it was a mistake, but they insisted that they had to check. I don't know why they think that anybody would want to smuggle ***** from the mainland INTO Puerto Rico.

The customs official, a large man in his 40's or 50's, led my wife to a curtained off area where another official, a younger man, was waiting with her luggage. This was in a roped off area so I couldn't follow them, but they didn't pull a curtain across the entry, so I could see what they were doing. Both men carefully went through all of her clothes, taking a long time with her swimwear and underwear I thought; too long really. They also inspected all her cosmetics and other other personal care products. When they were finished they called another young man to take her luggage away. They said it was all clear and could be loaded onto the bus with the rest.

I thought we were finished at that point, but I was wrong. Next they brought in the dog and had it sniff Pam. I heard the older official tell my wife, "The dog smells something. We need to have you remove your clothes for inspection."

Pam's look changed from annoyed to worried. She asked for a female official but was informed that none were currently available. She then asked when one would be available and the older man said, "In three or four hours."

My wife looked at me. She knew as well as I did that the cruise ship departed in two hours. I was angry that we would now miss our cruise. I wasn't sure if we would be able to catch up with it at St. Thomas or not. I was frowning thinking of the extra cost to charter another boat or small plane. I think Pam must have mistakenly thought that I was mad at her. It's the only reason I could think of for her next action. She sighed and said, "OK, let's get this over with."

I couldn't believe that she was going to strip for these two strange men. The older man pulled a curtain over the entryway where I was standing and watching. It didn't close all the way however, and left a three or four inch gap. I could clearly see Pam starting to unbutton her blouse and I tried to position myself so that I blocked the gap in the curtains. I couldn't completely block the view though, because I was about ten feet back behind the rope.

My wife removed her blouse and blushing, handed it to the older man who briefly looked at it before giving it to the younger man. As Pam was removing her shorts I noticed that there were other smaller gaps in the curtains at the corners. I didn't know if my wife had seen the gaps, but others had and a small crowd of gawkers were gathering around me trying to get a peek inside.

Pam was now standing there in her bra and cotton panties. She hesitated which caused the older man to tell her they didn't have all day. She seemed to come to a decision and reached around her back to unhook her bra. Then she slid it off her arms and handed it to the official. As far as I know this is the first time another man, except for her doctor, has seen my wife's bare breasts. They are a nice C-cup with very little sag and perky nipples that point slightly upward. I think they are incredibly sexy and judging by the smiles on the customs officials faces, I think they agreed.

Next came the cotton undies. She just pushed them down her smooth legs and stepped out of them. When she bent over to pick them up her tits dangled enticingly. Before we left she had gotten her first really daring bikini. A lot of pubic hair showed though, so I convinced her to get a Brazilian wax. I had no idea at that time that she would be showing off her bare pussy to some strange men at the airport. In fact, along with the customs officials inside the curtained area, at least a dozen other men and a couple of women could easily see my wife's naked body as well.

While Pam stood there nude, the older man snipped off a thread from the inside of her blouse and put it into a small vial of clear liquid. He shook it and the liquid turned pink. He said, "Your clothes are showing traces of cocaine. We need to do a cavity search."

At first my wife objected, but he told her that was the only way she was going to be allowed to leave. Otherwise he would have to arrest her! As I've said, my wife is quite timid and she quickly backed down and agreed to this new invasion of her privacy. He then pulled out his walkie-talkie and spoke to someone briefly. A few minutes later a couple of armed guards stepped up and took positions on either side of me.

At first I thought it was to escort her to a more private location, but it quickly became obvious that they were there to restrain me if necessary. I say this because when the older man stepped up and ordered my wife to put her hands behind her head, I realized that he intended to perform the cavity search right there and I stepped forward to object. The guards put their hands up and informed me that if I interfered I could be arrested and detained. I backed off, but I was getting very angry.

The older man then circled around my wife. Reaching around her he started squeezing her tits. Pam objected to the fondling, pointing out correctly that her breasts were not "cavities". The customs official responded that they may be "fake" and he had to make sure. I noticed he took his time and even pulled on her nipples. No doubt making sure that they reacted like the real thing. They of course responded by getting hard. Then I noticed that was not the only thing getting hard. I was getting an erection watching these men ***** my wife in this way. What was wrong with me?

When the older man was finished with Pam's breasts he had the younger man take his turn. He was just as thorough. Then the older man pulled a latex glove on one hand and lubed up his fingers. He told my wife to move her feet further apart until her legs were well spread. Then he told her to stand still as he inserted first one, then two digits into her pussy. Once he had them in as far as possible, he made an act of feeling around inside her. I also noticed that he was palming her hairless labia and even rubbed her clit with his thumb at one point, making her jump slightly. Eventually he removed his fingers and let his younger partner have a turn.

When they were finished playing with her pussy, the customs officials had Pam bend over and they probed her ass as well. By now there was such a crowd trying to see the show they were putting on with my wife that the guards had to tell people to "move on". They made sure they got a good eyeful though. By the time they were finished with their "cavity search" my cock was throbbing and I was kind of ashamed of it.

When Pam asked for her clothes back the older official said, "We have sent them to the lab for analysis. We have requested suitable replacement clothes for you."

She had to stand there naked for the next five minutes while we waited for the replacement clothes. They didn't even offer her a robe. Obviously this entire strip and cavity search was a ruse just to give them a chance to get my wife naked and play with her body. When the replacement clothes finally arrived they were hardly "suitable". They consisted of a cheap peasant blouse and a short (above the knee) skirt. No bra or underwear. I could see that Pam wanted to object, but I think she just wanted to get out of there, so she slipped the skirt and blouse on quickly without saying a another word.

Finally Pam's purse and passport were returned to her and we hurried outside. Unfortunately the charter bus to the cruise ship had already left so we had to wait for a public bus. Since our luggage was on the charter bus, my wife was not able to change into something less revealing. It was obvious from the bounce of her breasts under the thin blouse that she was bra-less. And she would have to be careful how she sat down in that skirt if she didn't want to flash her bald pussy. It turned out that sitting would not be a problem; the bus was so crowded that we were ****** to stand.

At the next stop people rushed off and on the bus, separating me from my wife. When it moved again it was even more crowded. I craned my neck around and spotted Pam, surrounded by people. It looked like they were pressed up against her as the bus jolted down the busy street. The next stop came up quickly and more people surged on and off the bus. I tried to get back to my wife, but was unsuccessful in the sea of people. I managed to spot her again. She was nearer the door and still surrounded by people pressed up against her. Only this time it appeared to be just young men in her immediate vicinity.

I could really only see her from the shoulders up. As the bus swayed down the street Pam's head suddenly snapped up, her eyes open wide in surprise. This turned into a kind of panicked look so I tried to press though the bodies between us to get to her. I made some progress and was now able to get a better picture of what was going on. Through the moving bodies I got glimpses of Pam's torso and I didn't like what I saw. It appeared that the young man in front and in back of her had their hands up her skirt. I also saw a hand in her blouse clearly fondling her breast. I think the hand belonged to yet another young man, but he was mostly hidden on the other side of my wife.

As I pushed closer I could see she was biting her lip. This is something my wife does when she is trying to suppress her sexual arousal. Were these young men, groping her on a public bus, turning her on? My Pam? They all had ********** grins plastered to their faces. Just then the bus stopped again and I watched in horror as the three men got off the bus and swept my wife along with them. I tried to get to the door before the bus starting moving again, but I didn't make it in time. I was almost frantic by the time it stopped again and I literally flew out the door.

I got my bearings and ran down the street in the direction the bus had come. When I got near the spot where my wife had been pulled off the bus I looked around but didn't see her. With panic rising in the back of my throat I asked a couple of vendors if they had seen her. One nodded his head and pointed to a nearby alley. I dashed to the narrow alley and peered in. It was dark and foul smelling, but about halfway down I could see a small group of people. I quickly made my way towards them. When I got within about twenty feet my eyes had adjusted to the gloom enough to resolve the scene before me.

My wife Pam was being held by two of the young men up against the wall face first. Her blouse was up around her neck and each man had a hold of a breast. The third was standing behind Pam. He had his pants down around his ankles and was using one hand to hold her skirt up while he used the other one to guide his cock into her pussy. For a second I was mesmerized by the sight. I had never seen anybody else fucking my wife before and it was very erotic in a strange way.

Then I came to my senses and remembered what was going on and where we were. I sprinted forward to put a stop to the ****, but when I got close one of the men holding my wife lashed out with a vicious back kick to my stomach. This knocked the wind out of me and sent me to the ground. Someone put their shoe on my throat and told me to stay down in badly accented English. The next thing I know the three men run away and the police are arresting me and my wife. I tried to explain that we were the victims, but they ignored my pleas and took us to the police station anyway.

Pam and I were separated. I had to wait for several hours in a cell before they came and took me to a room for questioning. Somehow I had lost my wallet in the shuffle, but Pam still had her purse with our passports in it, so I could prove who I was. At first they accused me of trying to prostitute my wife to the three men in the alley. They could not understand why she was dressed that way otherwise. Nor could they understand why we were in a dirty ally in "that part of town" unless I was her "John" and she was a hooker. I explained the bogus strip search at the airport and the crowded public bus, but they didn't seem to believe me. I was returned to my cell for another hour.

Eventually they returned and took me to a room where I was reunited with my wife. She looked very out of sorts so I asked her if she was OK. She said, "I was just humiliated at the airport in front of dozens of people, ******** on a public bus, and raped in an alley. What do you think?"

I told her I was sorry and stayed silent for a while. Then she explained, "They put me in a cell with a couple of street tough prostitutes. They thought I was trying to poach on their territories so they got nasty."

I looked for bruising to see if she was beat up, but I didn't see any. So I asked, "What did they do?"

Pam snapped, "I don't want to talk about it."

I remained silent for a minute, but I had to know. "Did they hurt you?"

She said, "They made me lick their dirty pussies. OK, happy now?"

I was stunned. "They made you?" I stammered.

"Yes. One held my arm behind my back and pushed my face between the legs of the other one. When she was satisfied they switched places. They said if I stayed in town I'd have to do that daily."

We sat in silence for another few minutes before a policeman entered the room. He introduced himself as Sargent Rodrigiz and apologized for making us wait. He said that they checked our "story" out with the airport and the local vendors near the alley and verified we were telling the truth. He apologized again for our treatment but said that prostitutes coming from the mainland were a big problem in his city. He then offered to call us a cab, but I told him I had no money or credit cards since I lost my wallet. He advised that I cancel my credit cards right away since my wallet was almost certainly in the hands of criminals by now.

It was only now that I had time to think about what were were going to do next. The cruise ship had already sailed by now. We had no money or credit cards with which to rent a hotel room for the night and I had no idea how we were going to catch up to the ship. In other words, we were up **** creek without a paddle. When I explained our difficulties with the Sargent he graciously offered to put us up at his place for the night. He also told us that his brother had a boat that could take us to St. Thomas in the morning so that we could catch up with our cruise. I said, "Thank you for your generous offer, but you know I don't have any money."

He said cheerfully, "Don't worry about that, we'll work something out. I get off in an hour. In the meantime you can wait here and I'll have some food sent in."

I thanked him again for his generosity and he left. A few minutes later another officer brought in some sandwiches and coffee. Neither was very good, but we were both quite hungry by that time so we didn't care. Beggars can't be choosers, as they say.

True to his word the Sargent returned in an hour in civilian clothes and led us to his little car. I sat in front and Pam squeezed in back making her skirt bunch up and briefly exposing her pussy. She quickly pulled it down, but I think the Sargent got an eyeful anyway. It was twilight and some of the streets we traversed were not well lit, but Sargent Rodrigiz obviously knew his way around because he drove at frighting speeds considering the conditions. I was glad when we finally arrived at his house. It was modest sized, but it looked like a nice neighborhood. I imagine that's the most he could afford on his policeman's salary.

He let us in and cooked some sort of local dish for us. While we were waiting another man arrived. He was larger (fatter) than the Sargent, but the family resemblance was obvious. Sargent Rodrigiz explained that he lived with his brother who scratched out a living chartering out his boat to tourists. We then told our sad story to the Sargent's brother.

Dinner was a little too spicy for me, but it washed down easily with the local beer. Pam complimented him on his cooking and even accepted a beer herself, which is unusual. But then, it had been an unusual day. After dinner the Sargent's brother agreed to take us to St. Thomas in the morning on his boat. I told him that I could pay him after I got back to the cruise ship and got my traveler's checks replaced. That's when he said, "That won't do. I need payment in advance."

"But you know I don't have any money," I said.

"I know. But I would be willing to exchange a night with your fine wife for a ride to St. Thomas on my boat."

"Now just a minute, " I shouted, "My wife is not for sale."

The Sargent went nuts. "How dare you shout at my brother in my house after I vouched for you at the station and took you into my house when you had nowhere to go. I even cooked for you! Who do you think you are that you can just spit on our hospitality like that? I should just throw you into the street and let the gangs have your wife. They will not be as nice as the young men this afternoon, I can tell you that."

Pam shook her head no and said, "Please don't do that. My husband didn't mean to offend you. We just have different customs where we're from. I agree to your terms."

I was shocked and said, "Pam?"

My wife just looked at me with pleading eyes. She wanted me to go along with this, but how could I?

The Sargent said, "No, no. He obviously intends to continue to insult me."

Pam looked at me and said, "Tell him you are sorry."

While I was considering what to do, Sargent Rodrigiz replied, "Don't bother. I won't believe him anyway."

I began to see that our situation was precarious. Then my wife asked, "How about if I ***** with you too? Just to show we really are grateful for your help?"

The Sargent seemed to consider that for a moment and then turned to me. "Is this what you want? For your wife to ***** with me and my brother?"

I saw no way out and Pam appeared to have made up her mind already, so I just nodded yes. The Sargent and his brother got a triumphant look on their faces and I felt like I had "sucker" written across my forehead. I guess they didn't want to waste any time because I was given a pillow and a blanket and shown the couch. My wife and the two Rodrigiz brothers retired to a bedroom in the back of the small house.

As I laid on the uncomfortable couch I was initially upset with my wife. Then as I thought more about it I realized that we didn't really have any other options. Sargent Rodrigiz had taken advantage of our situation and maneuvered us into a corner. What he was doing was illegal, of course, but there's no way I could get charges to stick to him. I didn't want to stick around to press the matter in court in any event.

My thoughts were now interrupted by the sounds of laughter from the bedroom. The walls must not be very thick. A few minutes later a steady thump, thump, thump against the wall began. I listened carefully and could discern moaning; both male and female. This went on for some time. I tried to ignore my raging hard on, but the first time I heard my wife cry out in apparent orgasm I started stroking myself through my jeans. The second time Pam cried out I pulled my dick out of my pants and started seriously stroking it. I shot my load onto my stomach less than a minute later as I imagined the men fucking my wife over and over. A couple of minutes later the thumping rate suddenly increased. From the sound of it he was really giving it to her. Shortly after that I heard a man bellow something unintelligible and then the thumping stopped.

For a few minutes it was silent. Then the thumping started again. I guessed that the second brother was now taking his turn with my wife. More moaning and other sounds of sex followed. After a while the thumping rate increased. It also got louder. He must have been really pounding the **** out of her. I just hoped that she wasn't getting injured. This went on longer than I thought possible. You would think he would get tired, but the thumping rate increased even more. Suddenly it stopped and all I could hear was a low moan. I couldn't tell if it was male or female.

After that it remained quiet and I guess I drifted off to *****. It had been a very long and tiring day. I was woken up in the middle of the night by more thumping and moaning. They were at it again. How many times were they going to fuck my wife? Over the next hour or so the noises would stop intermittently and start up again. I think maybe they were trading places or switching positions. Eventually it quieted down again allowing me to fall back a*****.

Day 2.

When I finally woke up again the sun was just starting to stream in through an east facing window. I could hear the shower going and the sounds of my wife getting fucked. Hadn't they had enough last night? Finally the two Rodrigiz brothers came out and the police Sargent started cooking eggs and some kind of sausage in a big skillet. Pam came out a few minutes later wearing that damn peasant blouse and short skirt. Her hair was wet and combed neatly. Considering the amount of sex she'd had over the last ten hours or so, she looked pretty good.

As we ate breakfast the two brothers chatted away as if we were all the best of friends. Pam seemed content to go along with the act and not make waves. I was surly, but then what can you expect? For the most part they ignored me anyway.

After breakfast the elder brother drove us down to the marina in his beat up old Datson pickup truck. Are there any of these trucks around still that don't have the fenders so rusted out they literally flap in the breeze? Once we got there Rodrigiz was all business and soon we were heading out into the beautiful blue Caribbean waters. His boat was old, but well maintained. He informed us that it would take a couple of hours to reach St. Thomas, and that we should relax. I questioned if we would get there in time to board our cruise ship, but he assured me that we would get there well before it left.

Seeing there was nothing else to do I tried to just relax and enjoy the sun and the occasional spray of cool water. Pam actually fell a***** in the chaise lounge she had claimed as "hers". I supposed that she had even less ***** than I had the night before, so I left her alone. I admired the glimpses of her breasts I got as the wind played with the cheap blouse. I guessed that "Captain Rodrigiz" (as he liked to be called on the boat) could see the same thing from his vantage point in the wheel house, but I didn't care at that point. He had seem them plenty the previous night.

A few hours later I spotted an island directly ahead. For the first time in 24 hours I started to think we were finally going to get to our cruise ship. As we got closer I spotted what looked like a marina with lots of boats in it. But the nearer we got the less it looked like it was big enough to dock something as large as a cruise ship. In fact it became apparent after a few more minutes that what I thought was a marina was actually a small natural bay. There were dozens of boats of all sizes anchored in it.

When we got closer I realized that some sort of party was underway. The boats were full of young people ******** and listening to music. Many of the girls were topless or naked. There were scenes of sex everywhere ranging from oral to all out fucking. Frankly it blew my mind. I'd never seen anything like it before. Rodrigiz eased the boat up next to a large houseboat and a couple of young men caught the lines I threw them and tied us alongside. When he came down from the wheel house I asked the Captain what we were doing there; we had a cruise ship to catch after all.

"This particular celebration only happens once a year and I didn't want to miss it. We'll get you to your ship, I promise. Relax and enjoy the sights."

The two men from the houseboat climbed aboard and greeted Rodrigiz warmly. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I didn't like the way they kept looking over at Pam. When their discussion was over Captain Rodrigiz walked over to where Pam and I were waiting.

"I owe these guys a favor, and I figure you two still owe me for bringing you along today." He told us.

"What was last night for?" I asked.

"Not enough."

"What exactly do you want?" I demanded.

"I just want your wife to go with these guys and party on their houseboat with them."

"No way. I can see what's going on. I know what they want."

"No, they both promised they wouldn't touch her," he insisted.

"Like I believe that."

"Well I do. And from where I stand, you don't have a choice. I'm not going anywhere until my friends are satisfied."

Pam and I discussed it briefly, but unfortunately Rodrigiz was right. We didn't know anybody else here. Our only hope of catching up with our cruise ship was going along with his demands. But we agreed if the men tried anything that it was all over and I would go bring her back. So we told him that although we didn't like it, Pam agreed to "party" with his friends.

My wife went over to the houseboat with the Captain's two young friends. There were already four other girls on the boat with them. One of them was completely naked, the other three were topless and were only wearing tiny bikini bottoms. At first my wife just had a couple of ****** with the two men and four girls. Then I noticed that one of the girls was paying an inordinate amount of attention to Pam; leaning over her, touching her arm, etc. Not long after that it appeared that they were all trying to convince Pam to do something. One of the other girls even cupped her own tits and shook them. The girl that had been paying so much attention to Pam came up behind her and briefly pulled Pam's top up exposing her tits.

They all hooted and encouraged her to remove it completely, but Pam shook her head no. They were not discouraged that easily and the next time the girl lifted Pam's top, my wife let her take it completely off. The men were as good as their word. They had not touched Pam; they let their gal pals do it for them. I was concerned, but not enough to call it off yet. After all, most of the people I'd seen at this "party" were mostly or completely naked too, so Pam didn't really stand out. In fact she actually stood out more when she was fully dressed.

I was so engrossed in watching the action down on the houseboat that I didn't notice Rodrigiz walk up behind me. For a big man he could move pretty quietly. When he snapped the handcuff on my right wrist I spun around to face him.

"Hey, what the hell?" I shouted as I yanked at the cuffs only to find I was secured to the railing.

"I'm going over to the houseboat for a while and I don't want you going anywhere," he answered.

"Let me go," I insisted.

"See you later," he laughed and transferred over to the houseboat.

The two young men disappeared with Rodrigiz into the interior of the boat leaving the five women on the rear deck.

Pam was on her third ***** when a boat full of young men slowly approached and started yelling comments at the women. Apparently in response two of the girls shared a hot kiss. This encouraged the men, of course, and they started demanding more. Then the naked blond leaned over and started sucking on the tits of the girl next to her. The men liked that, and I couldn't blame them. I was hard myself watching the lesbian action.

But they really started hooting when the girl that had been giving all the attention to Pam walked up behind her and started playing with Pam's tits. Pam surprised me by leaning her head back. The girl took advantage laid a lip lock on my wife that I had to admit was scorching hot. The men were calling for more and it wasn't long before the girl led Pam over to the very back of the deck, closer to the young men in the boat. The girl had Pam lay down on her back while she removed her own bikini bottoms. The other girls joined them and held Pam down as the girl squatted over Pam's head and lowered her pussy onto my wife's face.

Pam must have refused at first but eventually given in and started licking the girl's pussy because after a few moments she started squirming in pleasure and grinding her pussy into Pam's face. The naked blond moved over and pulled Pam's skirt off, exposing her naked pussy. Then she spread Pam's legs and dove in. The other two girls didn't have to hold Pam down anymore and began sucking on her tits instead. My wife was in a full on girl-on-girl public exhibition and I all I could do was watch. I'm not sure I would have stopped it even if I could have though.

The young men on the power boat were cheering them on. The girl sitting on Pam's face threw her head back and started shaking and bucking in orgasm. When she was finished coming she stepped off on unsteady legs. I could see her slick pussy juice glistening on my wife's face. The other two girls quickly began licking it off. Moments later I recognized the early signs; I knew Pam's climax was almost upon her. She closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. Then her legs began shaking. A few seconds later her orgasm washed over her as the assembled audience clapped and cheered.

As my wife lay there recovering I noticed several of the young men had their cocks out and were stroking them. There seemed to be a shouted conversation between them and the girls on the houseboat. It seemed that some sort of negotiation was in progress, but I couldn't tell for sure. Eventually they came to an agreement and two men from the smaller boat hopped over to the houseboat. I had a bad feeling about this development and gave an experimental tug on the railing to gauge how strong it was. There wasn't much give. I doubted I could pry it free.

I was right to be concerned. The girls flipped Pam over onto her hands and knees and the two men positioned themselves at either end. The young man in front of her dropped his shorts first and pushed his hard cock into her face. She tried to turn her head, but he grabbed her hair and kept her looking forward. Having no choice my beautiful wife opened her mouth and he pushed his cock in. By this time the other man had dropped his shorts and was lining up his cock with her pussy. From where I was standing he looked pretty well endowed and I wondered if Pam could take him. I yanked on the handcuffs in frustration but only managed to hurt my wrist. He slowly pushed into her and even with a cock in her mouth I could see Pam gasp.

One part of me wanted to pull the railing off, jump down there, and beat those two guys to death with it. But another part of me wanted to pull my cock out and stroke myself off. I couldn't do the former and I resisted the latter, but just barely. My mind reeled and my ***** boiled. Although I had heard my wife having sex with the Rodrigiz brothers less than 24 hours ago, this time I was watching it -- along with an unknown number of other people. I couldn't sort out what I was thinking and feeling. I was in utter internal turmoil. So I did the only thing I could. I stood there and watched my wife getting fucked by one man while giving a blowjob to another.

Suddenly the man fucking her pulled out and shot his load all over her back. I figured it would over soon, but I was wrong. After a brief rest he returned to his boat and a different guy hopped over to the houseboat. The new guy immediately dropped his pants and started fucking Pam. That's when I realized that all six or seven of them were planning on taking a shot at my wife, two at a time. Apparently that was the deal they negotiated with the other girls. What was even worse was the fact that the sex show they were putting on was attracting even more attention. A couple more power boats were slowly making their way in our direction as well as another large houseboat.

I grabbed the railing with both hands and pulled on it as hard as I could. It didn't budge a millimeter. Fuck, what the hell was this thing made of? I yanked back and forth on it a few times as hard as I could and eventually made it wiggle a bit. ****! I should have kept weight lifting after school. Too much time on my ass at a desk job and not enough in the gym!

I looked up just in time to see my wife getting her face painted by the guy in front of her. Predictably when he returned to his boat another one of his friends replaced him. At this point I think Pam was consigned to what was happening because she didn't resist at all. She just opened her mouth and accepted his cock. The other boats were very close now and I noticed that several guys had cameras with big zoom lenses. Damn it, just to add insult to injury now I had to worry about pictures and video of my wife getting gang banged showing up on the fucking Internet.

The man fucking Pam's pussy was really pounding her and it looked like she was coming. When he popped and shot his load all over her back, the guy in her mouth moved around and started fucking her pussy. It looked like she was moaning until the next guy showed up and put his cock in her mouth. Those two came at almost the same time to the cheers of an uncomfortably large crowd.

When the last two young men climbed up onto the houseboat they had a different plan. One of them laid down on the deck and had Pam climb on top of him. He looked huge from where I was standing, but after a couple of tries my wife was fully impaled on his cock. Then the last guy started smearing the cum that was running down her butt crack into her ass hole. When he was satisfied he stepped behind her and pushed his cock up against her puckered ass. Now Pam is no stranger to ass fucking; we do it occasionally, but as far as I knew she had never been penetrated in both holes at the same time before.

Even over the noise of the crowd I could hear Pam's voice. She was shouting "Oh god" and "Oh fuck" over and over as the men slammed their dicks into her holes. I was mesmerized until I noticed that the girls on the houseboat talking to the men on some of the other boats that had gathered to watch the show. Were they arranging for even more men to fuck my wife? There must have been at least another 15 or 20 men there. There's no way she could take that many! I redoubled my efforts to break the railing I was handcuffed to.

Suddenly a couple of men jumped onto the houseboat and grabbed at one of the girls. That was like the opening of the floodgates and within seconds men and women were streaming onto the deck of the big houseboat; enough so that it caused it to rock alarmingly. The young people didn't seem to care and soon a wild orgy was taking place in front of my eyes. There were people fucking and sucking in every combination and in every open spot on the boat. Captain Rodrigiz and his two friends even came out and joined in the debauchery.

I was so stunned trying to take it all in that I actually lost track of Pam! I searched frantically for her but couldn't locate her in the sea of naked bodies. My concern for my wife's safety and the feeling that I had failed in my duty to protect her overwhelmed my mind. I thrashed at the railing that was keeping me from going to rescue Pam. And amid that violence I felt it budge just a little bit on one end. I moved over and pulled on it as hard as I could and although it was a little loose I couldn't break it free. In desperation I kicked it. And again. And again. Finally the cast fitting holding the railing in place broke with a loud "ping". I easily pulled the piece of stainless steel tubing out of the the other fitting and bolted for the ladder leading down to the houseboat.

I scrambled around writhing bodies on the rear deck, but I didn't see my wife. I dashed to the foredeck but she wasn't there either so I went inside. At first I didn't recognize her and walked right past. On a second scan of the interior I saw her. She was on top of a man, fucking him with short powerful strokes. Yes, my wife was doing the fucking and looked quite aggressive as well. The rea*** I didn't recognize her at first is because she was busy sucking the tits of a girl that was sitting on the man's face.

I just stopped and watched them, the anger and worry draining out of me like a balloon deflating. What wasn't deflating was my cock. It was getting very hard. I didn't know what to do. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever seem my wife do, but it wasn't with me. Just then I heard Captain Rodrigiz's voice behind me.

"How did you get over here?" He demanded.

I spun around and showed him the piece of railing I was still holding.

"You damaged my boat, you *** of a bitch!" He bellowed. And then he swung at me.

He really wound up so I saw it coming. I was holding the railing at it's midpoint so when I brought my arm up to block his punch the steel tubing was trailing down my forearm. His fist hit that instead of my arm. I hadn't planned it that way, but it worked out well for me. The crunch of his bones and the "ting" of the tubing almost sounded comical together. I knew I had to neutralize him fast, so I just brought the steel tube down on his head. Hard. He went down like a sack of ****.

It's at times like those that you notice odd little things that you ordinarily wouldn't. Like the smell of the room: *****, sweat, and sex. But the total shocked silence is the thing that stands out most in my mind. That is until the door crashed open and Rodrigiz's two young friends, the boat owners I supposed, burst in the room. One of them grabbed the steel tube out of my hand while the other one checked on Rodrigiz.

"He's alive," he announced, "but you better get out of here before he wakes up or he'll **** you."

"Where?" I asked. Rodrigiz was our ride. We didn't know anybody else.

"Anywhere but here."

As I turned around Pam was just getting to her feet. We would have to talk about all this later, I decided. Right now we had to move quickly. I told Pam to find her clothes while I went back to get her purse on Rodrigiz's boat. Our passports were in that purse and we would be needing them.

When I returned to the houseboat with her purse, Pam was wearing a thin white t-top with the words "Girls Gone Wild" emblazoned on the front, and a small green thong bikini bottom.

"Where's the blouse and skirt you were wearing?"

"I couldn't find them. This is the best we could do."

"We?"

"Oh sorry," Pam said and pointed to the young man and girl she had just been having sex with, "this is Marie and Sammy. They have offered to let us go with them."

I heard Rodrigiz groaning so I didn't ask any questions and just nodded my head. We had to climb across another boat to get to theirs, a 25 foot speed boat, but as soon as we were there Sammy fired up the motor and got us out of there. As we headed out across the bay I wondered where we were heading now and if we were ever going to get to our Cruise Ship. Some vacation this was turning out to be.

Pam was sitting on the other side of the small boat. I looked over at her and she seemed pensive; lost in her own thoughts. She really seemed to be enjoying the wild sex back there on the houseboat. It seemed so out of character for my conservative wife. Just what the hell was going on with her? I shook my head. I had to focus on getting us back to the Cruise Ship. We could talk about all this other **** later.

"Where are you going?" I inquired of Sammy.

"We have a house, not far from here," he answered in heavily accented English.

"We need to get to our Cruise Ship before it leaves. Can you take us there?"

"No. That is on the other side of the island. Too far. Your ship leave soon."

"Damn!"

"But don't worry. You can use phone at our house to get charter or something."

I would have to report our credit cards stolen and get new ones issued first, but a charter might just work. "Thanks," I told him.

Sammy followed the coast for a while and then pulled up to a nearly hidden dock in a small cove. He led us up a well worn path to a nice little house. More like a cabin really, but with all the comforts of home including a phone. I called the credit card company and managed to get new card numbers after only a couple of hours. Trust me, that's fast by normal standards. After that I called around and the best I could do was to charter a boat to take us to the Cruise Ship's next stop, St. Martin. But Sammy didn't have the gas to take us to the other side of the island and the charter could not pick us up until the next day. So we would have to stay overnight with our new friends.

Marie borrowed Pam a regular t-shirt and some shorts, which was damn nice of her. When I asked him about the boat and cabin Sammy admitted that it was his family's and that he had to do a few favors to get it for the week. They appeared to be quite a ease with their sexuality, kissing and fondling each other right in front of Pam and I. For our part Pam and I avoided talking about what happened on the houseboat. Marie and Sammy seemed to sense our discomfort and didn't push us on the subject, thankfully.

We were sitting around after supper talking when Captain Rodrigiz burst through the door followed by three large black men. Sammy and I jumped to our feet, but they quickly overpowered us.

"Surprised to see me, eh?" He spat in my face while I was being held by his frends. "Well you are going to pay for what you did to me you American bastard."

Then he punched me in the stomach leaving me gasping for air. Sammy tried to come to my defense but he too was punched for his trouble.

"Just leave them alone," I pleaded with Rodrigiz, "your problem is with me."

"Shut up!" He shouted, "they helped you and tried to hide you, so they will get what they deserve."

Sammy and I were tied down with duct tape to one of the sturdy kitchen chairs. We were also gagged. Then Rodrigiz addressed Pam and Marie.

"We are going to be here together for several days and you have a choice here girls. I'm either going to avenge myself by giving your men daily beatings, or by making you my sex slaves and making them watch. If you choose the beatings just be warned that it will be extremely painful and they won't be the same when we are done -- if they survive. On the other hand if you agree to be my slaves you must agree to do whatever I tell you without complaint or hesitation. You must also agree to answer all my questions truthfully. So what will it be?"

What kind of choice was that? The two women looked at each other. They obviously knew there really was no choice and that the farce of making them choose was a power game. So they did what I knew they would, but was wishing they didn't.

"OK, I'll be your slave," Pam said in a scared voice.

Rodrigiz smiled evilly and looked at Marie. "What about you?"

"Yes, I agree," she answered quietly.

"One other detail," Rodrigiz added, "if you refuse or hesitate to do what I tell you, or if you lie to me your man will be punished. And each time the punishment will be more painful than the time before. So if you want to protect your men, get it into your heads that from now on you belong to me. And that means from now on you will only speak when spoken to and will address me as 'Sir'. Understood?"

"Yes." Marie answered.

Rodrigiz pointed to Sammy and one of his goons punched him in the face.

Marie realized her mistake and said, "Yes SIR!"

Pam echoed her response. Rodrigiz pointed to her and said, "You are no longer Pam. Now you are now 'Slut'."

Then he pointed to Marie, "And you are now 'Cunt'. You will respond to your new name and nothing else."

He walked over to where Sammy and I were sitting. "You shouldn't have fucked with me, because now I'm going to fuck your women. Actually to be more accurate, my black friends here are going to be fucking your wife," he said pointing to me, "and I'm going to keep Cunt to myself. And do you know why? Because my friends have the biggest cocks I've ever seen and when they are finished with Slut she will be ruined for anybody else. And the best part is, you both will have to watch as we defile your women over and over."

I was furious and would have killed him right there if I had the means. But I was helpless to intervene.

"One more thing," Rodrigiz announced, "Sluts and cunts don't deserve to wear clothes, so get them off now."

The women were slow to respond, but just a glance in our direction by our captor was enough to get them moving. In a few seconds they were both naked. Next he had one of the black men sit down in a chair and ordered Pam to take off his pants and start sucking his cock.

"This is 'Scratch'. Get him nice and hard so he can fuck you."

Rodrigiz was not kidding about his size. His cock was easily the biggest that my wife had ever taken on. In the mean time Rodrigiz had Marie give him a blowjob as well. After a few minutes Pam was ordered to lean over the kitchen table just a few feet from where I was sitting. Then Scratch came up behind her and made a show of slowly pushing his huge cock into her from behind. Pam whimpered at the intrusion. He must have really been stretching her out.

Rodrigiz laughed at her discomfort saying, "Is he a little bigger than you're used to Slut? Don't worry, you'll get used to it. Oh, and did I mention that he's the smallest of the three?"

Scratch pulled out slowly, his dark cock glistening with Pam's juices. Then he slowly pushed it back in. After repeating the slow strokes a couple more times he started pounding her in earnest. I wanted to look my wife in the eye, to try to give her some strength, but her head was turned the other way. He groaned and announced to the room that her pussy was tight and wet and that he was going to "nut" soon. Sure enough within a few minutes he grunted and held his cock inside Pam as he came.

When he pulled out and walked away Pam remained on the table, face down. From where I was sitting I could see his cum leaking out of her pussy. The next man was introduced as 'Leroy', which was apparently a reference to the Jim Croce song 'Bad Bad Leroy Brown'. He stood right in front of me and dropped his pants. His cock didn't look any longer than Scratch's, but I think it was thicker.

He said, "Come over here and suck my cock in front of your husband, slut."

My wife got off the table and did as she was told. I could see she was having trouble accommodating his size. By opening her mouth as far as she could Pam was just able to admit the head. Her lips were stretched tight and should could only take about half his length; every time she tried to deep throat him she just gagged. It was just too thick. Once he was ready Leroy had Pam lay down on the table face up and hold her legs open for him.

As he stood by the table looking down at her he said, "Beg for it."

"He said beg for it, you stupid bitch!" Rodrigiz shouted from across the room as Marie sat in his lap and bounced on his cock. "Now beg him to fuck you with that huge black cock."

"Please fuck me," she said.

"You don't sound too convinced. Maybe I should break your husband's face," the big black man threatened.

"I need your big cock, please fuck me now. I need to feel it inside me," she pleaded more convincingly this time.

"OK slut, but just remember you asked for it."

This time I could see the pain on her face as he fed his huge cock into her pussy. He didn't give her any time to adjust to his greater girth and started pounding her pussy hard. Pam was obviously in great discomfort at first, but as the fucking went on that pained look on her face disappeared. I was glad for that, but when I started seeing signs of pleasure I became angry. How could she possibly enjoy this ****? What was wrong with her? But then I was hardly in a position to judge her since I'd had a raging hard on since Scratch started fucking her.

As the relentless fucking continued Pam got more and more excited. Her nipples hardened and I could hear her little moans of pleasure between the sound of their bodies slapping together. When I saw her close her eyes and scrunch her face I knew she was going to cum.

"The fucking slut is coming!" Leroy yelled and increased his speed.

He was slamming into her so savagely now that he was moving the heavy table with each powerful thrust. It wasn't long before he bellowed and added his seed deep inside my wife's cunt. When he pulled out Pam's pussy gaped open for a little while before slowly closing up. Before that happened though Rodrigiz called her over to him. He as still sitting on the chair where he was before, but Marie was now sitting on the floor at his feet. He must have cum sometime while Pam was getting fucked by Leroy because his cock was soft.

Rodrigiz had a quiet conversation with Pam, but I couldn't hear what he said. Actually it was more like a monolog since Pam spoke only a few words and nodded. Then Rodrigiz announced that Pam had something to tell me. She walked over to me and stopped.

Looking me in the eye she said, "I'm sorry honey, but your little dick won't satisfy me anymore. From now on I'll need big black cocks to make me happy. You'll have to settle for my mouth because my cunt and ass will be too stretched out for you to feel anything. Black men are better lovers anyway."

I could see from the tears running down her cheeks that these were Rodrigiz's words and that it hurt it very much to say them to me.

"I really mean it," she told me as she had been ordered, "and now I'll prove it."

Pam walked over to the third black man and pulled down his pants. His dick was only partially hard and yet it was as big as mine was fully erect. I'm guessing that it was nine inches long and even bigger around than Leroy's. Pam fell to her knees and started sucking on it as best she could. Once he was hard though she couldn't get more than the head into her mouth. I was afraid for her poor pussy.

Then she said, "I've just got to fuck this hot cock. Please, I need it inside of me."

While the man took off his clothes and laid on the floor Rodrigiz informed us that he was called 'S.D.'

"That means 'Super Duty' and I think you can see why he's called that."

Pam sat down on his cock and tried to get him inside of her, but she could only get the head to go in. So she lifted herself up and then dropped down again. That time she got about half of him inside. She tried again, but couldn't get anymore. SD told her to try again, but when she pushed down he put his hands on her shoulders and thrust upward at the same time. Pam screamed as his huge cock completely disappeared into my wife's pussy. If I hadn't seen it I wouldn't have thought it possible.

Pam squirmed and begged him to take it out, but he held her in place saying that she'd get used to in soon. After about 30 seconds she stopped her struggles, but was breathing heavily quickly in short breaths. Kind of like women do when they are giving birth. That's when SD let go of her and demanded that she start fucking him. As she bounced up and down on that monster cock he pinched and pulled on her nipples. Fortunately for Pam he didn't last long. As soon as he was done coming Rodrigiz had her roll off him and onto her back. Then he ordered her to put her legs together and pull them up to her chest as he put a pillow under her butt. I didn't understand what he was up to.

"So are you on birth control, slut?" He asked Pam.

"Yes."

"I don't see a patch, so I'm guessing you are on the pill?"

"Yes."

"And when was the last time you took one?"

"Yesterday."

"I wonder how many you can miss before it stops working," he mused.

Pam's eyes went wide and she looked scared.

"Just to make sure I'll have you do this every time my boys are finished fucking you. After a few days of their potent sperm swimming around inside your womb I'm sure you'll have one of their babies growing inside you. Not the kind of souvenir you were planning on bring home, I'm sure, but at least it will be lasting."

My wife started crying and I became so angry that I almost passed out. Rodrigiz seemed to enjoy our reactions.

"Keep a watch on her," he told his black friends, "I'm going to do a little exploring with little Cunt here."

They left the room, but I didn't see where they went. As far as I knew the only other rooms in the cabin were the bathroom and the bedroom. How much exploring could he do? He returned about ten minutes later saying, "Look what I found," as he held out his discoveries. In his hands were a double-ended dildo and a bullet shaped white plastic vibrator.

"How about some entertainment boys?"

He ordered Marie to lay on the floor with her bottom up next to Pam's. Then he inserted one end of the double dildo into Pam and the other into Marie. Then he told the women to fuck themselves with it and to make it a good show or he would "fuck up" their men. So while Pam and Marie took turns thrusting the dildo in and out of each other, Rodrigiz and his friends raided the kitchen.

After they were done eating they had the women stop playing with the dildo and ordered Marie to fuck Pam with the vibrator. They passed a whiskey bottle around that they had found while they watched. As Marie stroked the vibrator in and out of my wife's pussy the men made nasty comments, calling them horny bitches and filthy whores.

"Make her cum, Cunt," Rodrigiz ordered.

Marie started alternating the vibrator between Pam's clit and her pussy. After a few more minutes Pam moaned as she shook with yet another orgasm. I don't think I'd ever seen her have so many in one day. The men said that proved she was a true whore. I knew what they were doing, of course. They were trying to break down her sense of self worth to make her more compliant and submissive. My wife was strong mentally, but I didn't know how much of that she could really take.

Rodrigiz spoke to his friends now. "If you boys want another shot at the Slut, go ahead. I'm just going to play with little Cunt here."

The three black men descended on my wife all at once. Over the next two or three hours (I lost track of time) they fucked her in every position and in every hole. Yes, they even stuck their huge black cocks in her tight ass. She screamed out from the pain the first couple of times, but then got used to it apparently. Most of the time there were two of them going at her at the same time, but at the end it was all three. She was taking SD in her pussy, Scratch in her ass, and Leroy in her mouth. By that time they were just using her as a fuck toy. She looked like a rag doll; if they hadn't been holding her up she would have collapsed.

And that's exactly what she did when they were finished with her. She lay on the floor with cum leaking out of her pussy and ass. There was more cum on her face and in her hair as well. She didn't look like my wife anymore.

Rodrigiz came over to me and looked me right in the eye as he said, "Now she looks like the cheap whore that I knew she really was. Take a good look. Your loving wife is gone."

I rejected what he said about my loving wife being gone. I had to. But he was right about one thing. Laying there like that she did look like a cheap whore. Mentally I beat myself up again for allowing her to get into this situation. I decided right then and there that before this was done either Rodrigiz or I would have to die. There was no middle ground anymore.

The bastard laughed as he walked away taking Marie with him into the bedroom. Scratch picked up Pam and took her to the futon with him. SD took the sofa and Leroy settled for the reclining easy chair. Sammy and I were left gagged and bound to the hard kitchen chairs. Even though I was sitting up and uncomfortable I managed to ***** a little during the night. I woke up several times from cramping muscles and at least once from the sound of Scratch fucking Pam.

Day 3.

I was sitting on the deck of the Cruise Ship by the big pool enjoying a cold beer. Pam was beside me in a tiny bikini looking oh so hot. The sun was bright, but not too hot; there was a nice breeze coming in off the ocean. I didn't have a care in the world. But something was wrong, there was something I needed to do, but I couldn't remember what it was. The skies darkened and when I looked down at my wife I can see that she's being fucked by a big black man. He's thrusting into her powerfully and she's crying out in pleasure. I try to stop them but I can't talk or move. Then I notice an entire crowd of big black men cheering them on and waiting for their turn. NO!

I jerked my head up, suddenly awake. As my mind cleared and my eyes focused I realized I was still in Sammy and Marie's cabin. I looked around. Only Sammy and I were awake yet. He looked terrible. I suspected that I didn't look any better. The sun was just starting to steam in through the windows on one side of the cabin, so it must still be early. My bladder was full -- painfully so, but there was nothing I could do about it. I was damned if I would humiliate myself by soiling my pants, so I would just have to hold on.

An hour later Rodrigiz stumbled out of the bedroom with Marie. She looked pretty bad too with dried cum on her face and in her hair.

"OK, everyone up." He bellowed.

The three black men and my wife all slowly got to their feet. Leroy grumbled about being sore and saying he got the couch next time. Scratch called him a baby, but Rodrigiz told them both to shut up before either one got too hot. Now they all took turns using the one bathroom to relieve themselves, and only when they were all done did Rodrigiz order SD to cut Sammy lose and take him to the bathroom.

The first time he tried to stand up after his bonds were cut away he fell back into the chair. No doubt his muscles didn't want to move after being cramped for so long. SD scowled and hauled him up by his shirt. Sammy stumbled after the big black man in the direction of the bathroom. He literally threw Sammy in and slammed the door, telling him that he had one minute to piss. A minute later as promised he pulled him out, poor Sammy still trying to refasten his pants.

After they taped Sammy to the chair again I was released. I thought I could stand and walk on my own, but I didn't want them to know that, so I let SD manhandle me like he did Sammy. Fortunately I was able to empty my bladder quickly which gave me a few seconds to search the bathroom for something I could use to help us out of our situation. There were no obvious weapons, but I did down some Ibuprofen for the pain I was feeling. Then SD burst in and I pretended that I was just finishing snapping my pants and let him drag me out.

Like Sammy I was bound securely to the chair once again. Rodrigiz looked over the two women and declared they were "skanky" and needed a shower. So he ordered them both into the bathroom and told them to wash each other. They complied with his order and headed for the bathroom. He followed them of course with the other three not far behind.

They all could not fit in the the small room, so SD and Leroy had to stand outside and peer in through the open door. This allowed me to hear the water running and some voices, but I couldn't make most of it out except for things like "Oh Fuck!" and "Look at that!"

It sounded like the women were doing more than washing in there. After about 15 or 20 minutes the water was turned off. A short time later they all returned to the kitchen area. Pam and Marie were still naked, but their hair was wet and they were clean.

"You two missed a great show. I sure gave them the right names," Rodrigiz boasted. *****, they were all over each other like a bum on a baloney sandwich. And they hardly needed any encouragement from me!"

I looked at my wife, but I couldn't read her expression. Then Rodrigiz told the women to make them some breakfast.

"We will need our energy if we are going to give you two whores a proper fucking this morning."

As the women cooked the men talked about how hot the "shower action" had made them. They also marveled at how well the two women "cleaned up" and how they now looked like "normal bitches" now. I couldn't see what Pam and Marie were making because my back was to them, however it smelled great. I wasn't sure I'd be getting any though, so I tried to prepare myself for that eventuality.

When the food was done the men sat at the table and had the women serve them while Sammy and I just watched. They grabbed their butts and boobs as the women catered to them, making it more difficult. When they were done they let the women eat as well. There wasn't much left after that, but Rodrigiz removed our gags so that we could eat what little there was.

I had to work my jaw open and closed a few times before it started working right. Then Pam fed me a piece of dry toast and a little bit of scrambled eggs. That was washed down with a half a glass of orange juice. Sammy received a similar ration. Then our gags were replaced.

After the women removed the dishes from the table and cleaned everything up, the three black men drew lots to see who got to fuck Pam first - "while she was still clean."

Leroy won and laid her down on the futon. Next he did something surprising: he got between her legs and started eating her pussy. He must have been pretty good too, because after only a few minutes she was thrashing and coming on his tongue. Satisfied, his face gleaming with her juices, Leroy dropped his pants and mounted her.

Because my cock was rearranged when I went to the bathroom, my erection was now causing a serious tent in my pants. Rodrigiz saw this and had Maria unzip me and pull it out.

"Hey, Leroy man. Bring that bitch over here. I want her to see something."

Leroy stood up with my wife still impaled on his substantial cock and walked over to where I was sitting like he was carrying a baby. Pam wrapped her legs around him, probably just for stability, but it looked like she was trying to keep his cock inside her.

"Look at that Slut. Your worthless husband gets off watching you getting fucked by a real man," Rodrigiz claimed triumphantly.

Pam's eyes got wide in surprise for a moment and then was replaced by a look I didn't quite understand.

"Fuck that bitch Leroy, and show him how a real man satisfies a cock craving slut."

Leroy started lifting her up and down as he stood there in front of us. I had never seen anyone fuck standing up like that before. I imagined it took a lot of upper body strength, which Leroy had in abundance. Pam grunted every time he dropped her down onto his rampant cock. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't.

"Suck him off Cunt, while his wife watches. And do a good job or I'll break your man's face."

As Marie knelt in front of me, Rodrigiz told Pam, "Watch how quickly he cums."

Marie attacked my cock with vigor. She was very good and I had not cum in the last 24 hours, so I knew I wouldn't last long. Sure enough, less than a minute later I shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed it all down without a problem.

"Ha ha! I told you. I always thought he was the type that wanted his wife to be a dirty slut. He wants to see real men use you like the whore you are. And this proves it."

I shook my head no, but Rodrigiz was standing between us. Then he moved aside and I could see him holding a large knife near the back of Pam's neck.

"Isn't that true hubby?" He asked me.

Pam couldn't see the knife, but I knew what the score was. If I didn't respond the way he wanted me to he was going to hurt my wife. I knew she would be hurt either way, but the emotional pain would heal. So I nodded my head yes. I felt flushed from shame and anger. I was afraid Pam would misread this, but I couldn't help that.

"You want to see her thoroughly fucked by these three men; used and ****** until she can't move. Isn't that right?"

I nodded again.

"And you want her to let go and enjoy it, don't you? To accept that from now on she is just a slut, a plaything for men. Isn't that so?"

I nodded a third time, knowing that I was playing right into this evil man's plans for my poor wife. But what could I do? I couldn't take the risk that he'd seriously hurt her physically.

"You heard the man. Have fun," he told Leroy.

He carried Pam back to the futon and started seriously pounding her. I don't know if Pam believed the things that Rodrigiz had ****** me to agree to, but her demeanor had changed. She was more vocal now. Instead of just grunting and moaning my wife started saying talking.

"Oh yeah. Oh fuck that feels good. Yes, yes, oh god you're so big."

Then just before she came she cried, "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder with that black cock!"

After that she just squealed and made incoherent noises for a minute or so. I hoped it was just an act, but I still felt heartbroken. Rodrigiz looked at me triumphantly, obviously believing that he had broken Pam. I didn't think he had, but doubts swirled in my mind.

Leroy continued to fuck my wife on the futon. The only sound in the room was the slapping of their two bodies together. The knock on the door sounded like a gunshot. Rodrigiz motioned for Leroy to stop his assault on my wife's pussy and told us all to be quiet or people would die. Then he went to the door and opened it just enough to talk to whoever was on the other side.

"Yes?" He said.

"I'm from Capital Charter and I'm here to pickup the Johnsons," an older male voice answered.

"I'm sorry, but there's nobody here by that name."

"Are you sure? They were quite explicit with their directions. I'm think I have the right place."

"Sorry buddy, but like I said, they ain't here."

Rodrigiz closed the door on him and then watched out the kitchen window for a minute or so. Probably making sure he really left. Then he turned to me.

"Did you hire him to pick you up and take you to your damn Cruise Ship?"

I nodded yes.

"Fuck! Why didn't you tell me?"

He had to be kidding. I had been gagged since he arrived. I tried to talk through the gag in an effort to communicate this. He got it, but he didn't like it and I barely saw his backhand before it struck me in the side of the head. The world exploded into stars and pain.

The next thing I remember was the sound of a far away whistle getting closer. Then I was awake again. I was lying on the floor, still strapped to the chair. My head felt like it had been run over by a car and my ears were ringing. Pam was crying and saying something.

"Please don't hurt him again. I forgot about the charter. I'm sorry. I'll do whatever you say, just don't hurt him again!" She pleaded.

"Is there anything else you've forgotten to tell me, Slut?" An angry Rodrigiz asked.

"No, nothing."

"There better not be or next time I'll cripple him. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, I understand."

"Good."

They left me there laying on my side, but in a way I didn't mind. Having the weight off my ass for a little while felt good. Leroy resumed fucking Pam while Rodrigiz ordered Marie to give him a blowjob. Eventually he had SD right me so that I could watch Pam "enjoy her black cock" better.

For the next couple of hours the three black men had their way with my wife. They even spanked her until her ass was beet red while Rodrigiz made her beg for more. Then he found some clothes pins and clipped them on her nipples. Pam screamed at first, so I know it hurt, but again she was ****** to tell them that she liked it. When Rodrigiz asked her how she could possible like being treated like that she told them what they wanted to hear.

"Because I'm a horny fucking slut that can't get enough black cock. I'll do whatever you want as long as they keep fucking me with their big black cocks," my wife answered.

It was hard to believe it was my wife saying that, but I knew it was just an act to protect me. As time went on they were getting more cruel and rough with her. I was becoming worried that they would injure her. Rodrigiz was looking around the house and came up with a black marker pen. He used it to write "SLUT" across her chest and "FUCK TOY" on her belly. The other three thought that was fun so they wrote "WHORE" just above her pussy and "SPANK ME" on her ass.

SD, that randy bastard, was fucking Pam for the third time that morning as Pam urged him on when there was another loud knock on the door. SD stopped moving with his cock fully inside my wife's body. Rodrigiz once again cautioned that everybody was to stay quiet or people would die. Then he answered the door.

"I told you, they..." He stopped in mid sentence. "Um, what can I do for you officer?"

"Can we come in?" An authoritative voice asked.

"What's this all about?" Rodrigiz demanded. He had chutzpah, that's for sure.

"We have a report of some suspicious activity around here and we want to make sure everybody is safe."

"Well, I haven't seen anything. If I do I'll let you know."

"Are you here by yourself?" The policeman asked.

"Yes I am."

"Is this your place?"

"No, I'm borrowing it from a friend. Look, I was cooking lunch and I'd like to get back to it before it burns." Rodrigiz improvised.

"Is it OK if we came in and looked around?" The policeman pressed.

"No, I'd rather you didn't, unless you have a warrant."

"No, we were just trying to make sure everything was all right."

"Thanks for the concern, but I'm fine really." Rodrigiz replied.

"OK then, thanks for your time."

As Rodrigiz closed the door I felt the first hope in days sinking fast. Just as he turned around the door flew open with a stupendous crash, splinters from the frame flying in all directions. Rodrigiz was thrown to the floor and four policemen stormed into the room with weapons drawn. One jumped on Rodrigiz and held him down. Scratch, Leroy and SD all stood up and put their hands up.

The police let the women put some clothes on as they cut Sammy and I free from our chairs. It took an hour or so to tell them about our ordeal. I think the fact that we all told the same story convinced them. Eventually we were all taken to the police station by boat (there were no roads leading to the cabin) where we made our official reports. That's were we learned that the captain from Capital Charter was ex coastguard and had convinced the police that something very wrong was going on at the cabin. He may have saved our lives, in fact.

The police ****** us to go to the hospital and the doctors insisted that we stay the night, so that's where we spent the third night of our Caribbean vacation.

Day 4.

By the time we were discharged from the hospital our six day cruise was just about over, so we finally just gave up on it. We thanked Capital Charter for their help and they offered to take us back to San Juan since we had already paid the deposit on the charter. That seemed like a good idea to us.

We still had a couple of days before our flight back to the mainland and the cruise lines felt so bad about what happened when I called to inquire about getting our luggage back that they paid for us to stay at the best suite in nicest hotel in the city. We bought a few new clothes to wear, had dinner and then retired early to the big jacuzzi in our suite.

"That was the weirdest three days of my life," I commented as I rubbed Pam's foot.

"Mine too," My wife replied.

"You almost convinced me that you were enjoying all that ****** sex."

"You almost convinced me that you liked watching me having sex with all those other people. Especially in the cabin yesterday morning, but then I realized that Marie must have made you hard so that Rodrigiz could play his mind games."

I looked at the words written on her body, faded but still legible. I considered my next words carefully before voicing them. "I have something to confess."

She stopped idly playing with one of the water jets. "What?"

"Marie didn't do anything. It was you that made me hard."

Pam looked at me in surprise, but not shock like I was expecting. "Really?"

"Yes."

"You really did get excited watching me get gang fucked by those men?"

"Yes," I admitted, "and I'm ashamed of it, but I thought you should know."

There was an awkward silence for a moment. I wasn't sure if our marriage would last through it or not.

"You shouldn't feel ashamed," she finally said.

"Why not?"

"Because I have something to confess too. I wasn't acting."

"When?" I asked breathlessly.

"What do you mean when? When it looked like I was enjoying it. I wasn't acting," Pam admitted.

"Really?"

"Yes. In fact, most of the time when it looked like I wasn't enjoying it I was acting."

"You're kidding! Even when they were spanking you?" I asked.

"Hmmm, that felt good at first, but they went too far, so my tears there were real enough. But just about everything else from the exposure at customs on the first day to the gang bang yesterday, I enjoyed."

I was gobsmacked. I didn't even know how to respond, so my dick did it for me.

"I tried to hide it from you, and even from myself. But in the middle of the night while Scratch was fucking me I finally realized that they were right. I'm a sex loving slut. There's no denying it and no avoiding it. I'll always honor our marriage vows and won't go fucking around behind your back, but there's no changing what I am."

"I guess I'm OK with that, just as long as you weren't serious about only wanting big black cock from now on," I replied.

"No, no, that was just Rodrigiz playing his mind games. I love all cocks of all sizes, especially yours. Which I see is excited about all this."

Whereby my beautiful sexy slut of a wife stood up, straddled me and fucked my brains out. And I can assure you that her pussy was still plenty tight. No worries about that. No worries about anything.

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Black Owned Couple


It's a typical Friday night at our house. I work at a software company and travel on my job often. My wife Molly and I have been married for six years now. We bought this nice home about a year after getting married straight out of college. We live in the country. The house is secluded and sites back behind trees on forty acres. We have five bedrooms and a guest house. I guess you could say we got our dream home early in our marriage.

About several months ago we attended this live stock auction in town. Molly wanted to have horses and we had a barn and plenty of fenced land for several horses. We bought four horses in about as many weeks and soon found that taking care of these wonderful ******* took more time and work than we originally thought.

After all, Molly was only interested in riding them. She knew nothing about taking care of these large ******* nor did I. My name is Tom by the way. My wife Molly is twenty-eight. I'm hitting forty now and consider myself a very lucky man. Molly is my trophy wife.

I was up at the feed store one weekend buying supplies for the herd when a man approached me and we started to talk. He was a tall slim black man. He walked over and shook my hand and introduced himself as Harry.

"You live up at the old Johnson house don't you, Tom?"

I smiled as I tossed a bag of feed into my truck. "Yes, that's right. The big white one down at the end of the dirt road."

Harry smiled as he leaned his arm on my truck. "Well, I know a lot about that old place you know. I worked there for several years before old man Johnson passed away."

I turned around with interest on my face. "Oh, really? What sort of things did you do for the Johnson's, Harry?"

Harry grinned as he helped me put the last bags of feed onto the back of the truck.

"I guess you could say I was everything to them. I took care of the *******, the grounds and even worked as a handyman around the house."

Harry laughed than added. "I even drove Mrs. Johnson into town whenever she went shopping so I guess you could say I was their chauffeur too!"

"So, what do you do now that the Johnsons are gone?"

Harry sighed. "Well, I've been working here and there to make a few bucks when I can but I think I'll be moving back to Alabama where my family is from and see what kind of jobs I can find there."

I started thinking. I could sure use somebody like Harry out at the place. We had plenty of room and perhaps Harry could move right back into the guest house where he use to live. We talked for a long while and told him I'd speak to my wife. Molly felt relieved and excited that she was finally going to have some help taking care of our horses and the farm.

Harry moved in the following week. I can't tell you how hard Harry worked on getting things fixed around the place. Molly even took him up on his offers of driving her into town to go shopping once a week.

Harry practically took over the place within a few short months. We could always depend on him for the littlest things. Harry made sure everything ran like a fine tuned machine and we were pleased.

Molly moved her shapely round ass on the bed as I kissed the crack of her cheeks than slapped her ass a couple times. She yelped out in pleasure and turned her head around and tried to look at me as she spoke.

"Come on baby, stop teasing me and fuck my ass."

I slapped her bottom again only a lot harder and watched as her white flesh giggled to the touch of my bare hand. I used both hands on my wife's ass this time and grabbed hold of each cheek and squeezed them hard.

Molly couldn't move much. I had both of her hands handcuffed to the front of the bed. I scooted down just far enough to bury my tongue between the cheeks of her ass and poked my tongue near her asshole. Molly arched her hips up trying to push her body back against my face. Her hips rocked from side to side as I held her cheeks apart.

I leaned up and over my wife's round ass feeling the warm hot white flesh against my thighs as I reached out and around and aimed for my wife's nipples. I pinched each one very hard making her scream out with joy. She loved being treated like a slut. She was my wife and my slut whore.

We loved this kind of fantasy play. It's something we enjoyed since our dating days. I kept playing with Molly's hard nipples and kneaded her large breasts with each hand making her moan with delight.

I arched back up and slapped her ass really hard making her ass shake and quiver as she screamed out to me for more.

"Please baby. I need you to fuck me. I want to feel your cock inside my ass....Please!"

I was rock solid hard. I reached for my tube of lubricant and rubbed a small amount over the head of my cock and around my shaft. I teased Molly for several minutes until she practically begged for my cock.

I carefully aimed it at her tight little ass and worked the head inside. I'm not that big so I slipped in rather easily after the head was inserted. I than grabbed hold of Molly's ass and rode her like she was a horse.

I kept shoving my cock deep inside her ass while she strained on those handcuffs I had attached to the headboard. I didn't last long and shot my wade inside her ass within a short few minutes leaving my wife hanging and unfulfilled as my cock shrank down to size.

"Damn you , Tom! Come on and make me cum! I need to cum baby...Please!"

I was panting and trying to catch my breath as I unlocked each cuff freeing Molly's arms one at a time. She quickly flipped over positioning her ass on the bed and arched her legs back and started to play with her pussy.

I knew what she wanted so I moved around on the bed and buried my face between her creamy white thighs and began to like. My face kept hitting her working hand which was stimulating her clit at the time. I soon pushed my face up until I was able to move my hand away from her pussy so my tongue soon took over the job of stimulating her hard clitoris.

Molly's body moved and jerked all around the bed as I worked my tongue on her pussy. I brought my wife to three orgasms before I was done leaving her finally limp and exhausted on the bed as I got up and reached for a towel to wipe off my face.

I turned around and saw something out of the corner of my eye. I forgot all about the bedroom door being open. The hallway was dark but I was still able to see the dark figure of a man standing out in the darkness. He starred at me and I starred back. It was Harry.

The next morning I walked out to the barn where Harry was feeding the horse. He said his typical good morning to me as we exchanged smiles as I drank my coffee. I walked around the stable trying to figure out what to say to the man.

"I guess you saw everything last night?"

Harry stopped what he was doing and looked over at me saying. "Oh...Uh.....I'm really sorry about that, Tom. I came back in last night thinking something was wrong when I heard Molly screaming. You know it's always better to check and make sure nothing is wrong."

I smiled even though I was embarrassed about what he saw last night. "Oh, well....Thanks anyway, Harry. I appreciate your concern for us."

Harry went back to what he was doing than hesitated and turned around and what he said next pretty much took me over the edge in shock.

"You now, Tom. I could give you some pointers on how to train that bitch of yours. Yes sir, I could do a lot of things." Harry was still moving the shovel in his hands as he spoke but stopped cold and gave me a stare I'll never forget.

"What she needs is a good black dick up that tight little ass." He boldly continued next saying. "You just let me know Tom, and I'll work it out for us."

Harry stepped closer until we were face to face. "I know what it's like Tom. You white folks are all alike when it comes to acting all proper and nice. I heard Molly last week from out here last week, you know."

My eyes opened wide as I listened to Harry speak. "You know damn well what I'm talking about. The night Molly was screaming for you to fuck her hard and she kept taunting you about how she was going to find out how big my black cock was!"

I was in shock! I tried to shake my head and act like he was lying but it didn't work. Harry reminded me of that night he was talking about. It was only talk. Molly loved to talk nasty when we were having sex and she mentioned Harry that night.

"Molly didn't really mean it, Harry."

Harry shook his head as he began working again than stopped for a second and added. "I know better. Your all the same. Old man Johnson was no different. He use to love watching me bang that white ass wife of his."

"You mean to tell me you and Mrs. Johnson had a thing going?"

Your damn right we did. I owned the bitch and they knew it! For an old white bitch, she could fuck like a mink, let me tell you!"

I don't remember exactly what was said next but we got into a heated discussion next that turned out a little nasty. Before it was all said and done I was standing there in that horse stall thinking about the proposition Harry had just given me. He said he could help us both enhance our sex life.

What Harry wanted to do was make my wife his slut. His whore mind you and he said it with passion and much confidence. What he than said to me gave me chills down my spin.

"Listen. I'll have your wife walking around this stable before long begging you for cock. She'll want that fire put out in that pussy of hers every single minute of the day."

You know, I believed the man but I just wondered who's cock she would be begging for and who would be putting out that fire between her legs once he turned her into a wanton whore.

Yes, Harry was all we fantasized about since his arrival and he knew it. He was soon going to get a chance to make my wife his whore.

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Blackmailed to Breed


My hands shake as I begin clearing off my desk for the evening. I've been watching that clock since lunch and I've only got ten minutes before its five o'clock. I'm starring back up at the clock again but not before my eyes pass across my name plate on my desk.

Mrs. Jennifer Wilson is my name. It's my husband's birthday today. I wonder what he's thinking right now. I bet he's been watching that clock all afternoon as much as I have.

I clear the last folders off my desk and shut the filing cabinet drawer. An office door opens and shuts and I practically jump out of my heels. I look over to see who it is. Is Susan my boss!

"Have a good evening Jennifer."

I smile back and reply. "You have a nice evening as well Susan."

My hands grip the steering wheel as I drive down the boulevard. I'm trying to watch traffic as I look for the address. He said it would be a pink building. I'd see the sign right after the bank.

There it is! The Flamingo motel! I know it's not a very classy looking place but it doesn't matter. I pull in and see his car parked down at the end. I pull the car in next to his and turn off the engine.

I pull on the visor and check my makeup in the mirror. I make a few last minute dabs here and there and apply a fresh coat of his favorite lipstick. He told me at lunch last week that bright red lipstick made him melt.

I made a point of polishing my nails and toes to match just for him this evening. I squirt just a tiny little dab of his favorite perfume around my neck. There! I'm finished!

I get out of the car and my heels are making that loud clicking sound as I walk around near his car. I peer inside for a moment and look for the number. He wrote the room number on a little pad and laid it on the front seat just like he said he would do. He's in room seventeen.

It's on the opposite side of the parking lot. He's very clever at things. I make my way across the lot and knock on the door. I hear the click of the lock. It's open. He's smiling at me as I walk through the doorway.

There is a chair next to the door and I quickly put my purse down as he closes the door. I turn to smile at him. He's so tall and handsome. He made me wet the very first time I saw him.

He's walking toward me. He's putting his arms around my tiny waist as I lean my head up as we kiss. He's hands drop to my ass as his tongue enters my mouth. I break off the kiss long enough to explain.

"I only have an hour."

He smiles and presses his lips back to mine as we remain locked in a heated passionate kiss for almost a minute. I step back and begin unbuttoning his shirt. He's trying to kiss my neck as I slip his shirt off his shoulders.

He drops his pants as quick as I removed his shirt and begins coming toward me again. He's reaching around to unzip my dress and kisses me on the lips as it slips off my shoulders.

He begins trailing kisses down my neck to the top of my breasts as he gently eases the straps of my bra off my shoulders. He bends down far enough to take one of my breasts into his mouth as the cups of my bra are lowered.

His mouth feels hot as he nibbles on my nipple. I run my hands in his hair and press his face into my chest. He quickly moves his head to the other breast as his hands release the catch on my bra letting it fall to the floor.

I feel his teeth as he bits my flesh. I hold his head in my hands and look down and watch as he sucks on one of my nipples like an ****** being nursed. I hear him breathing hard as he slurps on my breasts.

My hands are shaking as he straightens himself up and reaches down and slips one of his large hands under my thong. He's kissing me again as he gently moves his hands over my mound. He inserts a finger between my pussy lips almost causing me to have an orgasm right there.

He's kissing me again. I suck on his tongue as I feel his finger against my clit. I break off the kiss and back far enough away for his hand to slip out from under my thong. I step forward again taking hold of his under shorts and pull them down by the elastic.

His huge cock sprung free as I lower the short down to the floor. I kneel down and help him step out from the almost getting hit in the nose by his huge cock as it swings free. My eyes practically pop out of their sockets as I stare down at its size.

I nervously grabbed it with my left hand and felt it throbbing as I squeezed my hand around it. I leaned up giving him another open mouth kiss before lowering myself to my knees and placed my right hand under his giant ball sack.

My face was only inches away from that huge cock as I continued to stroke it in my hand. There was no way I could possibly wrap my hand around its thick girth but I squeezed as much as I could hold in my tiny slim white fingers.

I leaned forward kissing the head and felt his hands cover mine as I starred up into his eyes. He was looking down at me waiting. I kept stroking his cock feeling his fingers play with my wedding ring. I wondered what was going through his mind at the moment.

Here I was, a gorgeous thirty-two year old blonde housewife kneeling down on the floor in a cheap motel room. A tall handsome black man with a huge black cock stood in front of me waiting for me to take his cock inside my mouth. If that wasn't enough! It was my husbands' fiftieth birthday!

My husband called me his trophy wife. We had two ******** and a large home. My husband was an executive for a large firm. My mind slipped back to the present as I moved my face closer to that huge black cock.

I opened my mouth and licked it this time. I than moved my head and tried to engulf it into my mouth. I wasn't able to get much in the first try but I kept moving my head as he stroked my hair. I listened to him moan as I tried to swallow him down to the back of my throat.

He practically buckled over as he grasped my hair. He was still being gentle with me but I didn't come here to be treated like a trophy wife today. I want him to treat me like I was his slut. I want him to be rough with me. I want to be his whore for the afternoon.

I starred up into his eyes again. I must have had four inches of his cock stuck inside my mouth when I felt his hands grip my hair and pull. My eyes widened out of fear for a moment.

I starred mercifully up into his eyes as he spoke to me in a different tone. "Let me see you take it down your throat."

His hands gripped my hair. It hurt a little as I felt him ***** my head up in position to take more of his cock. I took a deep break and closed my eyes and ****** his cock further down my throat. I felt the head pressing against my tonsils. I thought I was going to ***** for a moment until he allowed me to back off.

I did cough and looked up with pleading eyes but he held my head and I opened my mouth again only this time I kept my eyes open as I swallowed his cock. I kept going until it reached the back of my throat again. He looked down at me smiling.

"That's it, bitch. I'm going to turn you into my whore like I promised you yet. Keep going and don't stop until I tell you to stop."

My throat was making sounds I never heard before as I continued to swallow him down my throat. Our eyes were still making contact as he moaned. He let me back off again only to ***** my face back down on his cock. I kept this up for several minutes until he leaned down backing my head away from his cock.

His hands were holding my head tight as he kept my face tilted up so our eyes would meet.

"Open your mouth wide and close your eyes for me now."

My eyes were closed and I thought I had my mouth open far enough when I felt him shake my head.

"Open it wider."

I did open wider and a few seconds later I felt a huge gob of hot spit enter my mouth. I was about to tilt my head down and gag when I felt his hands which still griped my head shake me and said.

"Swallow it."

I cried but quickly closed my mouth trying not to think of what he had just done and swallowed. It felt hot and like a thick gob but I managed to get it down my throat.

He shook my head again ******* my head up into a tilted position. "Open!"

I nervously started to cry as my body shook. I opened my mouth and kept my eyes shut tight anticipating another gob of spit in my mouth. I cried out like a sick little girl but he held my head too tight to break free.

It seemed like those seconds lasted forever as I waited with my mouth wide open for his spit. I cracked open my eyes and what I saw next practically scared me to death. His mouth was puckered and a long trail of nasty spit was beginning its journey down to my mouth.

I cried out loud as it hit my tongue. There was even a larger amount than the first gob. I quickly swallowed before I was told trying not to think of what it was inside my mouth.

"That's my girl."

He reached out and brought me to my feet. I almost stumbled back as I lost balance wearing my heels. He pulled me into his arms ******* his mouth onto mine. His tongue entered my mouth and I reacted by swirling mine around his. He held onto my chin as he peered into my eyes.

"You still want my cock?"

"Yes, you know what I come here for."

"Did you do what I asked you to do?"

He still had a grip of the back of my head with one hand and the other under my chin.

"Yes, I did what you asked."

"Prove it to me!"

I nervously responded. "I have it inside my purse."

"Let me see it."

He let go of me as I walked over to the chair and picked up my purse. I starred at him and saw the way he was looking at me as I opened my purse and reached inside. I pulled out the small plastic packet and extended my arm out for him to take it.

I watched as he examined the packet of birth control as I nervously stood watching. He looked at the prescription date than slid open the packet and started to count the tiny white pills.

He looked up with me and chuckled. "Are you sure you're just not pulling my leg? How do I know you didn't have another packet of these somewhere? You could have told them they got lost and got you a new pack!"

"I'm telling you the truth! These are the only pills I have! I did what you told me to do."

He tossed the packet onto the table and reached out and took my purse out of my hands and looked inside. He found my wallet and tossed the purse on the table next to my birth control pills.

He laughed as he opened my wallet and looked up at me for a second than continued to look inside.

"What do we have here? Look at all these credit cards. Let me see.....Mr. Jennifer Wilson."

I watched as he examined each card than neatly placed it back in its little sleeve. I opened the picture compartment and saw a picture of me standing next to my husband and kids.

"Nice family!"

He fumbled through the photos and turned the wallet so he could examine a photo of me in my black bikini. He looked up at me laughing and said.

"Remind me to take a few of you once that belly starts swelling up with my kid."

He tossed the wallet onto the table and stepped closer taking me into his arms. We kissed passionately as he backed me up towards the bed. He gently pushed me back onto the bed raising my legs at the same time.

He was kissing my ankles as he held one of my legs straight out. I tilted my head up and said.

"Do you want me to take off those heels?"

"No, I want to fuck you with them on your sexy white legs."

He continued to kiss my ankle than worked his way up to my inner thigh and reached out and touched my damp black thong.

"I see that pussy is nice and wet for me. Let's take them off."

I leaned back and helped him raise my ass off the bed as he slipped them down my legs and over my heels. He tossed them over to that table holding my legs in the air. I saw the look of lust in his eyes as he starred down at my pussy.

He moved forward against the edge of the bed. I knew it would only be moments before that big black cock was buried deep inside my fertile white married belly.

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Dominant Pupil


I gave my cat a stroke before gently shoving it over and sitting next to it on my sofa. It gave a meow of complaint but obviously wasn't too bothered as it soon curled its paw over it's eye and went back to blissful ***** as I picked up the pile of essays from my English leavers class. These were the kids that really hadn't been old enough to leave at the start of term, had turned 18 during term and were pretty much counting down the days until the end of term so that they could escape the hell that was their school days. It really wasn't much fun teaching the class but it paid the bills. I took the first one from the top and snorted in derision as I saw it was Darren Miller's. Darren was a bit of a wannabe thug, well built, muscled, acted so tough and so cool. He certainly had never shown much ambition on scholarly attitudes. But my derision quickly turned to something else as I read his efforts at a short 'romantic' story. I've corrected the spelling and grammar but below is pretty much what he had written.

"That Bastard teacher Mr. Jones (my name!) had kept me back for detention again! I hadn't done anything except tell that slut Michelle Gayle how fine she was looking in her whore skirt. But he took exception to that, fucking faggot that he is. So anyway, when all the rest of the class had gone it was just me and him in the class and I could tell he was checking me out, like he fancied me. Everyone at school said he was queer and I could see he was well impressed with me. I mean who wouldn't be?

Anyway, after he was staring at me for near five minutes I got up and stood in front of his desk and confronted him, like. Told him straight.

"What you looking at man?"

He was rattled, didn't like being caught out like that and he couldn't look at me, he stammered and mumbled some response but I ignored him.

"You like me do you? You like young meat?"

The old fag was nearly wetting himself and he actually admitted he did, then tried to take it back, he was embarrassing. So I decided to humiliate him, show him his place.

"Bet you'd like a bit of black cock, wouldn't you? Bet you never had none, have you? Well get over here on your knees and beg and I might let you taste it."

He broke just like that, he got down and crawled over to me while I let my dick out and I made him beg to kiss it. He did like a little bitch and soon enough I fucked his faggot mouth with it. Showed him what happens when you mess with me!"

And that was it. A terrible story to be sure and pretty much enough for me to get him expelled, though I doubt he cared. It bothered me though for a couple of reasons. I had heard the rumours that I was gay at school before just because I didn't have a girlfriend or wife but I ignored them. But most concerning of all was the fact I was sporting a massive erection by the time I had go to the end of Darren's charming little tale!

I was bemused and not a little concerned by this development. The story was pathetic really, the scrawling of an obviously deluded and sick mind. And yet it had such a profound effect on me, it had affected me and for the rest of the evening I could not shake the imagery, the symbolism or the thought of that ****** story. I went to bed that night still hard and spent the night tossing and turning and unable to shake the image of me on my knees sucking Darren's dick.

The next day dragged until my English class last thing. I haven't yet decided how to deal with this. I know I should have reported the story to the head of my Department and Darren would have been either suspended or expelled. But I didn't. I thought about it, then thought some more and the more I thought the less confident I was about what to do. When his class entered I couldn't even meet Darren's eyes but towards the end I decided to act and told him to stay behind after class as I wanted to speak to him. He just grinned at me. I wondered if I knew what I was doing.

When the other kids rushed from the room Darren remained looking cocky at his desk. I still found it hard to look at him so I turned back to my desk, found his essay and turned back, dropping it on his desk.

"This, Darren, is not acceptable work. I don't know what you are trying to prove but I want you to take this essay and get rid of it then hand in a replacement one, a decent one this time, by tomorrow."

He smirked.

"What's the matter bitch? Was it not spelled correctly or something? 'Cause I know you like what happened."

I didn't even pick him up on calling me bitch. I just stood there and stammered until he pointed his finger at my crotch and to my eternal embarrassment there was a very definite, very obvious bulge pointing out in my trousers. I stood stunned and Darren reached the same hand out and cupped my balls through my linen trousers.

"Go and lock your door and draw the blinds on it. Then you can take off all your clothes and get on your knees. Don't argue, you know you want to bitch."

This was my last chance to back out of this and we both knew it. I could stand up to him and order him from the classroom if I really wanted to, but I guess I wasn't thinking with my brain anymore. I moved like a zombie to the door, paused, then locked it and pulled the blinds. The cleaners would not be round for at least an hour and none of my colleagues would bother with the door closed. My class was on the third floor of the school building so it wasn't like anyone was going to see in. I could not believe I was going to do this, could not understand what was compelling me to do this but I turned and looked at the smirking pupil.

"Let's see what you are packing teach. See how your pathetic little weener stacks up against mine."

"Darren, I don't think.."

I broke off because he sharply go to his feet and march up right in front of me and stared hard into my eyes before he barked at me.

"Listen bitch, what you think doesn't fucking matter anymore. You do what I tell you, understand? Good. Now take your fucking clothes off so I can get a good laugh at you."

His stare burrowed into me and I think I was physically shaking as I backed down and obediently started to unbutton my shirt. He nodded and moved back to sit on his desk, arms crossed as I continued to strip off. I paused when down to just my boxer shorts, suddenly aware again of how dumb this was. It's my job, my career, maybe even more on the line here and all for what? A cheap thrill? What on earth was I doing?

"Those as well bitch, let's see what you got in there, it seems keen enough to get out!"

I was still sporting a hard ridge which was even more obvious now that I was just in my shorts. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I hooked my thumbs into the belt of my shorts and with one last look up at the goading black eighteen year old I pushed the shorts to my ankles and stepped out of them and stood up totally striped naked before him. Darren stifled his amusement badly, pointing and laughing at me. I burned with more shame but the weird thing was it was arousing me more and more. My *********** was complete when Darren picked up a ruler from my desk and held it against my short, fat cock. He deliberately measured it short and shouted out.

"Four inches! Four inches! Fucking hell, I was bigger than that in Primary school!"

With a swiftly flurry of his hands he whipped his own dick out and he was not lying, it was a monster, at least to my eyes. Seven inches and as thick as mine and he wasn't even nearly properly hard yet. I stared at it and knew what I would be doing to it before long. I was disgusted with myself, with what I had allowed to happen to me. He watched me intently, leaving me alone for a short time before giving me more orders.

"You like it? You want to get nearer? Worship it? Maybe even taste it? Yeah, I bet you do. But first you are going to wank yourself off bitch. You are not going to suck me while turned on, you will do it with a limp dick and guilt and shame in your mind. Now get on your knees and cum for me. Yeah, look at my big, black dick while you do it!"

My body betrayed me again and I slowly sunk to my knees on he cold, hard wooden floor. I was inches from his beautiful member and I could not take my eyes off it as it twitched and slowly straightened as I began playing with myself.

I was so turned on, I could not remember ever feeling like this, it felt as if I could cum almost without touching my dick. I gripped it hard and began pumping it furiously, the need to cum overpowering now. Darren could see I was near the edge so he stepped forward, gripped his own semi -erect cock and began to slap it hard against my face contemptuously. It was so degrading and humiliating being treated like this by a male pupil who was more than half my age, his youth seeming to make a mockery of my life up to this point. At a particularly hard slap of his dick across my nose I tensed up and felt my balls boil over and spat out a load of cum onto the floor in front of me. I pumped on and got the lot out and once again Darren mocked me.

"Wow! Is that all you've got bitch? That is so fucking weak! I mean I've had third and fourth loads that were bigger than that!"

Even without his words the usual shame and guilt was washing over me after I came. I guess I was just so repressed and it was always the case that once I had cum I was instantly regretful and ashamed. I looked at his now stiff dick and didn't feel half as excited or aroused as I had, I just wanted to get out of here. I looked down at the small patch of my cum on the ground and that made my mind up, I pushed myself up to get to my feet but Darren grabbed me by the hair and ****** me back to my knees.

"Where are you going teach? Just 'cos you got off don't mean we're finished. What about me? Thought you wanted this (said while bouncing his dick off my chin). Not now? Well tough fucking luck, you aren't going anywhere until I cum and I ain't using my hand like you, no, I'm using your face! Now open up bitch!"

Uurgh! I felt sick as I bowed to the inevitable and opened my mouth and he lanced his large dick into it. He had me over a barrel and we both knew I, I had chosen to strip naked and wank off before a pupil of mine and if he chose to tell on me I was truly fucked. Him making me cum before face fucking me was a cruel move as I could have handled this if I still had the promise of release but this way I was hating every moment of my denouement.

Darren was not gentle with me. He kept a firm grip on my hair and my ears as he plunged his huge member in and out of my gasping, sucking mouth. He went balls deep quickly on me and I gagged and felt my gorge rising. Darren did not care and held his dick there, his big balls balanced on my chin. I just kept my hands by my side and let the teenager fuck my face like that, after all wasn't this all my own fault, hadn't I all but asked to be treated like this?

His dick smelled stale and musky and I fought not to think when he had last washed it but I knew the taste would live with me for all my days. What a sight I must have presented a forty year old white teacher on his knees blowing a hot young, black stud. And then, without warning his dick exploded in my mouth and wave after wave of cum fired down my throat. I ****** on the first blast, unexpected as it was, and opened my mouth letting his dick from my lips. All that happened was he sprayed his cum all over my face, in my eyes, my nose and my hair until he finally stopped with my face literally dripping with his cum.

"Now that's a real load bitch, not that pathetic dribble of yours down there!"

Bringing my puddle of cum to mind gave Darren one further degradation for me to perform.

"And you can't leave that for the cleaners, no way so why don't you get down there and lick it up bitch, lick your own cum off the floor!"

Bizarrely I was starting to get hard again and aroused as I dropped to my belly and began to do what he said, lick my own drying semen up. Darren chuckled and turned to pack his school bag. He gave me one last instruction.

"You can go when you are finished bitch, but you are going to keep me back late tomorrow night too and you'll also keep Jade McNiven back as well with us."

With that he confidently strode to the door, flung it open and headed open leaving me, in full view of the open door, naked and on my belly, face covered in cum licking at the floor wondering what the next day would hold for me...

Salut Chrislebo,
T'aurais pas une histoire hard sur fond de St Valentin?
Euh en français!
Bonne journée et bravo pour ce topic.

nn rien comme ta pu la voir rien trouver sur fond de st valentin dsl

Une histoire incroyable


Je vie à Anjou sur une rue où il y a plusieurs immeubles à étages multiple. Je demeure dans l'un d'eux au septième étage. Je suis célibataire et je mène une belle vie. Quoique sans compagne, je voyage beaucoup, je fais du sport et je prends tout cela au jour le jour. Mon manque de sexe et mon goût pour le style de vie bdsm me porte à faire des petits trucs un peu bizarres lorsque je suis seul.

Ainsi, il m'arrive, lors de mon retour du travail, de me déshabiller, de me ligoter et de me masturber ainsi pour me procurer du plaisir. Je me donne moi-même la fessée. Et même parfois je me fais une séance de selfbondage. Ces petits plaisirs solitaires, que je considère bien légitime, me procure un bien être qui me permet d'évacuer la pression et me détendre.

Cela faisait bien deux ans que j'habitais se condo au septième. Un soir en revenant du travail je prends mon courrier au passage dans le hall d'entrée et je monte à mon appartement. Je dépose les enveloppes sur le comptoir et commence à préparer mon souper. Je soupe tranquillement en regardant les nouvelles et tout va bien. Ensuite pour relaxer je me fais un thé et bien installé dans ma causeuse, je dépouille mon courrier. Des comptes et des publicités principalement. Mais il y a une enveloppe qui attire mon attention plus particulièrement.

C'est une enveloppe jaune de grandeur moyenne avec aucune adresse de retour. Je prends mon couteau et j'ouvre l'enveloppe. Je retire *** contenu. Il s'agissait d'un dvd et d'une feuille avec quelques lignes inscrite dessus...


Place le dvd sur ton player et regarde les photos. Tu recevras une autre enveloppe d'ici peu salope.

Mon visage devient écarlate en moins de deux. Qui pouvait bien me traiter de salope comme cela, il s'agissait probablement d'une erreur. J'insère le dvd dans mon appareil et j'appuis sur le bouton play. Des photos commencent à défiler sur mon téléviseur. Ce ***t des photos de moi en train de m'adonner à mes petits jeux bdsm dans mon appartement. Il y en a une vingtaine. On y distingue très bien mon visage. Plusieurs ont été prises avec un télé objectif. On me voit ligoté en train de me masturber. Sur certaine on voit que j'ai des pinces à linge sur le sexe et les seins. Mon cerveau arrête de penser pendant un court instant.

Puis la folie s'empare de nouveau de moi. Tout me semble si irréel. Puis après avoir repris un peu mes esprits, j'examine à nouveau ces photos. Elles semblent avoir été prisent d'un appartement situé de l'autre coté de la rue. Avec l'angle de prise de vue elles doivent avoir été prise du huitième ou neuvième étage de l'immeuble d'en face. Ce qui représente environ huit appartements possibles. Sur les photos j'étais allongé au milieu de mon salon. Je me souvenais de cette séance. Je l'avais fait il y a environ un mois, un vendredi soir.

Mon coté un peu exhibitionniste me poussait à laisser mes stores ouvert. Je me promenais nu dans mon appartement. Lorsque je pratiquais mon péché mignon mon cerveau se téléportait dans un autre monde et les fenêtres étaient le dernier de mes soucis.

Ce soir la n'étant pas capable de fermer l'œil je me suis assis près d'une fenêtre en essayant de trouver ce photographe indiscret. Mais ma tentative ne porta pas fruits. J'ai été hanté toute la nuit par ce courrier mystérieux. Et je devais recevoir une autre lettre, j'étais très nerveux. Qu'est ce que cela pouvait me réserver dans l'avenir...

Depuis une semaine maintenant que j'ai reçus cette lettre anonyme avec ces photos compromettantes. Chaque matin que je vais au travail j'ai l'impression d'être observé. Chaque soir que je reviens à la maison je suis nerveux à l'idée de trouver une enveloppe jaune dans mon courrier. Depuis ce temps je ferme mes stores et je suis aux aguets. Je n'ai refait aucune autre séance de self bondage, je ne me suis même pas masturbé une seul fois depuis.

Ce soir en entrant du travail il y avait une autre enveloppe jaune comme celle de la semaine dernière dans mon courrier. Je me suis empressé de monter chez moi et de m'enfermer à double tour pour ouvrir fébrilement cette enveloppe.

J'ouvre une lumière pour faire un peu de clarté, car avec tous les stores bien fermés ont y voit rien chez moi. Je m'installe à la table de la cuisine et déballe cette enveloppe probablement empoisonnée. Il n'y a qu'une lettre cette fois ci. Mais elle comporte deux pages. Je commence donc à lire...

Salut salope.

Tu vas lire attentivement cette lettre. Et tu vas faire tout ce que je te demande.

Premièrement tu vas ouvrir tout tes stores. Et je veux qu'il soit ouvert au complet, et tu ne les referme plus jamais. Ne lit pas le reste de cette lettre tout de suite. Va ouvrir tes stores immédiatement. Et sache que je te surveille. Allé va ouvrir tes stores.

Si tu continue à lire cette lettre et que tes stores ne sont pas ouvert alors sache qu'une de ces merveilleuses photos de la semaine dernière pourraient se retrouver collé dans le hall de ton immeuble. Allez ouvre tes stores MAINTENANT.

Je me suis donc levé, et j'ai fait le tour de mon appartement pour ouvrir tout les stores. Chaque fois que j'en ouvrais un je regardais pour voir si je n'apercevrais pas le voyeur aux enveloppes jaune. Mais sans succès. Je suis retourné immédiatement à la cuisine pour continuer la lecture de cette lettre.

Tu vas te foutre à poil immédiatement et aller continuer à lire la lettre dans ta causeuse au salon. Et sache que je t'observe, allez EXÉCUSSION SALOPE.

Fébrilement je retire tout mes vêtements et je vais m'assoir dans ma causeuse au salon. Mon cœur bat à tout rompre. Des sueurs froides parcourent tout mon corps. Je commence même à trembler.

Bien, alors chaque fois que tu vas entrer dans ton appartement à l'avenir tu vas te foutre immédiatement à poil. Interdit d'être habillé chez toi. De plus tu n'a plus le droit de fermer ta porte à clés lorsque tu es chez toi. Alors va la débarrer IMMÉDIATEMENT et revient te rassoir dans la causeuse.

Je me lève donc, je débarre ma porte d'entrée et je retourne m'assoir sur la causeuse. Il devait m'observer. J'étais rouge de honte.

Si tu m'as obéit jusqu'à présent c'est que tu es docile et que tu comprends que cela serait la catastrophe pour toi de ne pas obéir à mes ordres. Car il pourrait y avoir plusieurs de tes photos qui pourraient se retrouver dans le hall d'entrée de ton immeuble ou bien sur un babillard au centre commercial.

À partir d'aujourd'hui tu es en mon pouvoir et tu dois m'obéir sinon tu sais à quoi tu t'expose. Pour l'instant contente-toi d'avoir tes stores ouvert en tout temps et de te foutre à poil lorsque tu arrive chez toi. Et n'oubli pas de laisser ta porte débarré lorsque tu es la. Et obéit, car mes contacts me permette de vérifier cette dernière petite chose très facilement...

Je venais de perdre le contrôle de ma vie. Et dans quelle histoire on m'avait donc embarqué...Je me devais d'obéir à cette personne, car sinon ma vie pourrait être un enfer encore plus difficile. Était-ce un homme ou une femme? Que me voulait-elle exactement cette personne?

Pendant des jours entier je me suis foutu à poil en arrivant chez moi, sans fermer ma porte à clés, ni fermer les stores. Je me sentais observé à chaque minute. Et a aucun moment je ne pouvais voir qui pouvait bien me regarder et de quel appartement. Cinq jours on passés jusqu'à ce que ma boite aux lettres contienne à nouveau une enveloppe jaune...

En ouvrant mon courrier ce soir encore une fameuse enveloppe jaune. Je me suis précipité à mon appartement, fermé la porte sans la barrer. Je me suis foutu à poil et je me suis dirigé en vitesse dans ma causeuse pour prendre connaissance de *** contenu.

Salut salope

Bien jusqu'à présent tu es très obéissant. Peut-être que je n'aurai pas à faire développer quelques photos pour les afficher un peu partout. Et en passant c'est bien de laisser ta porte ouverte lorsque tu es la

Cette dernière phrase m'a fait rougir elle savait vraiment que je laissais ma porte débarrée. Si non elle n'aurait pas pris le risque de se tromper et de perdre toute crédibilité. Mon état de stress était à *** comble.

À présent on va être un peu sérieux. Tu vas me faire une liste de tous les objets que tu utilises pour faire tes petites séances perverses et tu vas me dire à quel endroit tu les ranges. Tu vas me mettre cela dans un fichier word et tu va me l'envoyer à [email protected] . Tu incluras aussi à la fin de ta liste ton numéro de téléphone à la mai*** petite pute. Oui, oui tu as bien compris. Et tu sais pourquoi tu vas le faire... Je veux cela pour ce soir 20h00.

Je tremblais comme une feuille à l'automne. Il voulait mon numéro de téléphone. J'ai presque perdu connaissance. Jusqu'ou allait-il aller? Moi et mon goût pour l'exhibitionnisme, voila ou cela me conduisait. À présent je me trouvais dans une aventure diabolique sans possibilité de m'en sortir, à moins de faire face à tous les problèmes que j'aurais s'il mettait ces menaces à exécution. Je me remis à lire.

Chose très importante, demain matin lorsque tu partiras travailler je veux que tu laisse un double de tes clés près du pot de fleur à gauche de l'entrée de ton immeuble. Et ne rouspète pas. Tu n'as pas le choix n'est ce pas... Je sais que tu es rai***nable.

Dernière petite chose. Quand tu partiras n'essais pas de revenir et de regarder qui prendra possession des clés car cella déclencherait ma colère et tu sais...

Bonne nuit la salope.


J'étais sidéré. Cette per***ne me tenait à la gorge et m'étouffait de plus en plus. C'était vraiment comme un piège qui se refermait sur moi sans que je n'y puisse rien. J'avais l'estomac noué, mon appétit s'était envolé. Je tremblais et vacillais en me dirigeant vers ma chambre pour faire la liste de mes jouets bdsm.

J'ai tout sortie mes jouets et j'en ai fait la liste dans un fichier word. J'ai eu du mal à inscrire mon numéro de téléphone. Mes doigts n'arrivaient pas à appuyer sur les bonnes touches. J'ai senti une larme couler le long de ma joue. J'ai ensuite ouvert mon email, j'ai inséré le fichier word et j'ai finalement appuyé sur « envoyer ».

7h40, j'ai fermé l'ordinateur et je me suis fait couler un bon bain chaud. J'y suis resté pendant au moins 2h00. C'est l'eau qui s'était refroidit qui m'a sorti des limbes où je m'étais perdu. Je suis allé me coucher sans vraiment dormir de la nuit.

Le lendemain matin, je partais pour mon travail sans grand enthousiasme. Je laissais le double de mes clés près du pot de fleur et quittais mon appartement inquiet et bouleversé par ce qui m'arrivait...

Ce soir je suis rentré chez moi fatigué et vidé. Non pas d'avoir travaillé fort, mais d'avoir pensé toute la journée à ce qui m'arrivait. Je me suis mis nu, c'était une routine maintenant pour moi. J'ai été porter mon linge dans ma chambre. J'ai tout laissé tomber dans l'ouverture de la porte lorsque j'ai aperçu tous mes jouets sur mon lit. Il était venu ici. Il avait fouillé dans mes affaires. J'avais la trouille. J'ai commencé à faire le tour de mon appartement pour voir si tout était là, quand soudain le téléphone s'est mit à sonner.

-Oui hello!

-Salut salope!

J'ai figé immédiatement. C'était une voix androgyne un peu robotisée. Je ne pouvais pas dire s'il s'agissait d'un homme ou d'une femme.

-Alors on ne répond pas petite pute.

-Heuuu. Oui.

-Va voir au salon j'ai un petit cadeau pour toi sur la table centrale.

Je me dirige donc au salon et je vois sur la table une cagoule noire, un petit cadenas et une paire de menotte. Mon cœur s'est mit à prendre du rythme. Je recommençais à trembler comme la veille au soir.

-Tu vois la cagoule, tu vas la mettre et refermer le tout avec le cadenas. Ensuite tu vas lier tes poignets avec la paire de menotte dans ton dos et tu vas t'agenouiller au centre du salon. T'as compris.

-Heuuuu! Oui.

-Bien, alors tu vas raccrocher le téléphone et tu vas faire cela immédiatement et tu vas attendre. C'est moi qui ai les clés des menottes et du cadenas.

-D'aaaacord.

Je raccroche le téléphone, j'enlève mes lunettes et je commence à installer la cagoule sur ma tête. Elle couvre bien les yeux et laisse le nez et la bouche dégagés. Il y a une fermeture éclair derrière qui descend jusqu'à la base de celle-ci. C'est à cet endroit que l'on peut y glisser le cadenas. Une fois celui-ci installé il est impossible de retirer la cagoule. Je fixe finalement mes deux poignets dans mon dos avec les menottes. Puis je prends place à genoux au milieu du salon et j'attends.

L'attente est interminable. Si c'est lui qui a les clés, alors il va venir ici. Mes tremblements sont incontrôlables. J'ai très froid, le stress envahit mon corps, mon esprit ne peu plus réfléchir, c'est le néant.

Soudain j'entends la porte de mon appartement s'ouvrir. Cette personne inconnue entre chez moi. Moi qui suit au milieu du salon, nu comme un ver et dans une position peu enviable. J'entends les pas qui se rapprochent de moi. La personne semble s'être assise dans la causeuse. Je me sens observé, j'ai honte et je suis angoissé.

Après plusieurs minutes de ce traitement psychologique infernal la personne se relève finalement et s'approche de moi à nouveau. Un de mes seins se fait pincer violemment et se fait tirer vers le haut. Je n'ai pas le choix et je dois me lever. Ensuite la personne pince le bout de mon pénis et le tire vers l'avant elle me promène dans toutes les pièces de l'appartement. Je n'ai d'autre choix que de suivre.

Mon pénis a pris de l'expansion et j'en ai honte. Si je n'avais pas de cagoule mon bourreau pourrait surement voir que mon visage est rouge comme une tomate. Revenu au salon il m'oblige à me coucher à plat ventre sur la causeuse. Il me pousse les bras vers le haut du corps pour dégager mes fesses et là débute une fessée magistrale. Les claques fusent à une vitesse infernale. Je pleure, mais je n'ose crier car je ne voudrais surtout pas alerter mes voisins. La fessée est donnée avec tant de vigueur que je pense que mon bourreau est surement un homme. Ma cagoule est remplie de larmes qui ne peuvent s'échapper.

Finalement il m'oblige à reprendre ma position initiale, soit à genoux au centre du salon et me place les deux mains avec les paumes vers le haut. Soudain je sens qu'il y dépose dans chacune d'elle quelque chose. Puis j'entends des pas qui s'éloigne de moi et ma porte d'entrée qui s'ouvre et se referme.

Je prends quelques instants pour reprendre mes esprits et je commence à tâter les objets dans mes paumes. Ce sont les clés des menottes et du cadenas. De peine et de misère je réussis à me défaire des menottes, puis j'enlève la cagoule. Mes larmes coulent enfin sur mes joues. Mon cerveau est aussi embrouillé que ma vue. Je replace mes lunettes sur mon nez et je vais me passer une débarbouillette d'eau froide sur le visage.

Dans la salle de bain, face au miroir, je constate que mes fesses sont de couleur rouge vif. Elles sont devenues sensibles. Je peux même y distinguer l'empreinte des mains de mon bourreau. C'est incroyable ce qui vient de m'arriver. Un parfait inconnu, qui demeure de l'autre coté de ma rue est entré ici et m'a donné une super fessée. Dire que je pourrais le croiser sur la rue sans le reconnaître.

Je me fais un café et je vais m'assoir dans le salon. Non, je me ravise, mes fesses sont trop sensibles à présent. Je dois rester debout. J'essaie de me relaxer, mais sans grand succès. Puis, le téléphone...

-Oui hello!

-Tu vois salope, c'était seulement un petit aperçu pour te montrer que c'est moi qui contrôle ta vie à présent. Tu me dois obéissance. Tu as bien fait cela aujourd'hui. Et ne soit pas triste on va se revoir bientôt. En attendant n'oublie jamais les consignes.

Quelques jours plus tard le téléphone retenti de nouveau à mon arrivé du travail.

-Oui hello!

-Salut petite pute...Écoute moi bien, ce soir tu vas aller à la banque et tu vas retirer $400. Tu vas les déposer sur ta table de cuisine. Demain je vais passer les prendre.

-Mais vous voulez avoir mon argent en plus...

-Ferme la idiot, tu n'y es pas du tout, j'ai juste quelques emplettes à faire pour toi et ce n'est pas moi qui va payer petit con.

-Heuuu, bien....

-Tu sais ce qu'il peut arriver si tu n'obéis pas salope.

-Bon, d'accord.

-Bien, et ne me déçoit pas. À plus tard connard.

Et il raccroche aussitôt. Une autre soirée à jongler à mon triste sort. Je suis passé à la banque en soirée et j'y ai retiré $400. J'avais l'impression que tout le monde sur mon passage savait pourquoi je retirais cet argent. J'étais dans un autre monde, rien de rationnel. En revenant chez moi en voiture, le paysage qui défilait devant moi me semblait abstrait. Je perdais le contact avec la réalité. Je ne pouvais plus penser par moi-même, de plus en plus quelqu'un d'autre prenait le contrôle de mon corps et de mon esprit.

Arrivé chez moi j'ai déposé l'argent sur la table de cuisine et après avoir pris une bonne douche je me suis mit au lit. Combien allait-il me soutirer encore. Devrais-je lui payer une mensualité. Ou tout cela me conduirait-il. Soudain le tintamarre de mon réveil me sort de ma torpeur. Sans m'en rendre compte mon esprit avait finit par laisser place au sommeil. Et finalement j'avais passé une assez bonne nuit.

Mais au passage dans la cuisine pour préparer mon petit déjeuner la liasse de billet vert sur la table a vite fait de me réintégrer dans la réalité. Angoissé et découragé je suis parti pour mon boulot sans grand enthousiasme.

Une journée comme les autres, stressante et pénible. L'esprit toujours vagabondant dans l'enfer de ma situation. Et lorsque j'arrivais chez moi le soir je ne savais jamais à quoi m'attendre.

Je ferme la porte et me déshabille. Je marche jusqu'à ma chambre pour mettre mon linge dans la boite à lavage. Je retourne vers la cuisine pour préparer mon souper, mais je fais un pas en arrière. Une chose à attiré mon attention. Mon ordinateur est en mode écran de veille. Il est venu fouiller dans mon ordi pendant mon absence.

Je bouge la souris, je prends quelques instants pour comprendre. Mon écran d'ordinateur est divisé en neuf écrans égaux et dans certain d'entre eux je peux reconnaitre les pièces de mon appartement. Ainsi dans le carré gauche en haut je peux me voir moi-même dans ma chambre. Je lève les yeux et j'aperçois une caméra dans le coin au plafond. Je regarde à nouveau sur l'écran et je remarque que je peux voir dans mon salon, ma cuisine, l'entrée et même dans la salle de bain.

Je fais le tour de l'appartement et constate qu'effectivement il y a des caméras partout dans les coins près du plafond. Dans la salle de bain cependant je ne les vois pas.

-Elles sont caché derrière le miroir salope.

J'ai fait le saut. Cette voie venue de nulle part, une voix androgyne et robotisé comme celle du téléphone. Il avait installé un système pour m'observer à distance, j'étais figé.

-Alors tu ne dit rien petite pute.

-Mais.... Euuuhhh

-Bien oui je t'entends aussi.

Ça alors, il peut me parler et m'entendre aussi, il me voit, il est en train de prendre vraiment le contrôle de ma vie.

-Que voulez-vous exactement.

-Tut... tut... tut... Apelle moi Maître Ordinateur quand tu t'adresse à moi à présent.

-Mais qu'est-ce....

-J'ai dit Maître Ordinateur, si non tu sais...

-D'accord Maître Ordinateur

-Bien, à présent écoute-moi bien sans dire un mot. Comme tu vois je peux t'observer grâce à ces merveilleuses webcams sans file. À tout les samedi matin à l'avenir tu vas changer les piles de toutes les caméras. Il y a un système de chargeur dans la petite chambre.

-D'accccorddd..

-Tu as oublié mon nom salope.

-Ok, d'accord Maître Ordinateur

-Bien, pour les piles des deux caméras de la salle de bain elles sont dans le garde robe de ta chambre, car j'ai du installer des miroirs sans thym pour camoufler les caméras au cas où tu aurais des visiteurs.

-Oui mais pour les autres Maître Ordinateur.

-Bien...Je vois que tu apprends vite petite pute. Tu n'auras qu'as dire que c'est un super système de sécurité.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Ensuite il m'a détaillé le système. M'interdisant de fermer mon ordinateur en tout temps à l'avenir. S'il y avait une panne et bien l'ordi était doté d'une batterie backup. Il m'a aussi fait comprendre qu'a l'avenir il me serait interdit de naviguer sur le net à ma guise. Le seul temps ou je pourrais aller sur le net, c'est lorsque je verrais apparaître un icône dans la case noir au centre de mon ordi, la, il n'y a pas de fenêtre pour une caméra.

J'étais stupéfait. Plus de possibilité d'aller sur mes sites bdsm favori. Être épié 24 heures sur 24. Dire que je voyais le bdsm comme un jeu, mais la c'était devenu du sérieux...

Samedi matin, je sors de la douche, il est 9 heures. Je m'essuie vigoureusement pour bien m'assécher. Quand soudain une voie vient me sortir du néant.

-La douche à été bonne salope.

-Euuuuu oui...

-On dit oui Maitre Ordinateur salle pute

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur.

-Tu vas t'habiller et tu vas aller chercher de la crème épilatoire à la pharmacie immédiatement et défense de mettre des sous-vêtements.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

-Allez dépêche toi et revient vite dans la salle de bain en suite.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur.

Je me suis donc habillé en vitesse et j'ai filé à la pharmacie. J'ai acheté un kit d'épilation et je suis revenu immédiatement à mon appartement...

-Pas trop tôt salope, vite à la salle de bain et comme d'habitude à poil poufiasse.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Je me suis dirigé en courant à la salle de bain et j'ai attendu les ordres.

-Je veux que tu te rase le sexe et la raie du cul petit con, et je ne veux plus un poil compris.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Cela me faisait tout drôle de m'épiler ainsi tout en me sachant observé par cet inconnu. J'ai donc commencé avec les ciseaux pour enlever le plus de poil possible. Ensuite j'ai enduit mon sexe de la crème à épiler, puis j'ai attendu 10 minutes. Ensuite j'ai rincé mon sexe sous la douche et tous les poils ont disparut. J'ai ensuite savonné ma raie et délicatement avec un rasoir bic j'ai fait disparaître les poils autour de mon anus. Je me sentais comme un jeune garçon.

-Bien salope, et à l'avenir je veux que tu t'entretiennes et que tu sois lisse comme un bébé en tout temps.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

-Tu vois, je suis ton maitre et tu es mon esclave tu devras toujours m'obéir, je vais te faire franchir plusieurs étapes qui vont te mener à la domination total.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

-Je t'ai envoyé un fichier avec plein de questions, je veux que tu prennes la journée pour y répondre et que tu me le retourne ce soir à 6 heures. Et pas de mensonges salope, si non tu sais se qui t'attend.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Je me suis donc dirigé vers ma chambre ou est mon ordi et j'ai cliqué au centre de l'écran sur l'icône du questionnaire. Car mon ordi à présent est totalement sous le contrôle de mon Maître. Je ne peux que cliquer sur les icônes qu'il veut bien me montrer. Si non je ne vois que les 8 écrans qui me renvoie les images de mon appartement. J'ouvre donc le questionnaire.

Âge :
Sexe :
Cheveux :
Yeux :
Taille :
Poid :

Adresse :
Téléphone :

Employeur :
Téléphone :

...... Et cela continuait ainsi en me demandant toute mes goûts, tendances, dépravations, tout ce que j'avais déjà essayé etc... Après ce questionnaire je n'avais plus aucun secret pour Maître Ordinateur. Cela m'avait pris toute la journée pour répondre. Il y avait l'équivalent de 50 pages de questions.

À exactement 5heures 45 je retourne le document complété à mon Maître.

-À présent va devant ta porte patio et masturbe toi devant ta porte.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je me suis donc dirigé vers la porte patio et j'ai commencé à me masturber.

-Oui c'est cela, plus vite salope et je veux que tu éjacules sur la vitre.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Après plusieurs minutes de ce manège j'ai finalement jouit et éjaculé sur la vitre. Je voyais le coulis de sperme descendre le long de la paroi.

-Lèche ton sperme qui coule sur la vitre salope, allez plus vite que ça.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je me suis donc exécuté. J'ai léché mon sperme qui coulait. Je sentais que mon bourreau se délectait de me voir ainsi à sa merci dans une position honteuse. Il devait jouir de me voir exécuter tout ces ordres dans les moindres détails. Mais que pouvais-je faire d'autre. Si je n'obéissais pas ma vie deviendrait encore plus pénible. Je ne pourrais même plus me rendre à mon travail ou à l'épicerie sans que tout le monde me regarde avec dégoût et me harcelle et me rejette.

-Bien tu peux retourner à tes activités maintenant petite pute.

-Merci Maître Ordinateur.

Bon j'avais du temps pour moi maintenant, il était 19 heures 30 et comme nous étions en début d'été et qu'il faisait jour jusqu'à 21 heures. J'ai décidé de m'habiller et d'aller faire une randonné de vélo pour me détendre et ne plus penser à rien...

À suivre...

Le dimanche il n'y a rien eu de spécial. Probablement que Maître Ordinateur était sorti. Le lendemain matin je suis parti travailler et la journée s'est déroulée comme à l'habitude. 16 heures 30 j'étais de retour chez moi. J'ai débarré ma porte, je suis entrée et je me suis déshabillé. J'ai pris mon linge dans mes bras et je me suis dirigé vers ma chambre. En passant près de la cuisine je me suis aperçu qu'il y avait un paquet sur la table. J'ai déposé mon linge sur une chaise et j'ai regardé plus attentivement ce colis. Il y avait une note.

Voici un petit film pour te distraire salope.

Une chaleur indescriptible a envahit mon corps. La personne qui me contrôlait avait encore pénétré chez moi. J'ai ouvert la boite et dans celle-ci il y avait un autre dvd. Je l'ai inséré dans mon player et j'ai regardé. Je pouvais me voir moi-même me masturber devant ma porte patio. Tantôt en plan éloigné, tantôt en plan rapproché. Un close up du visage, une vue d'ensemble. Un plan où l'on pouvait voir ma main masturber mon sexe jusqu'à être assez loin pour que l'on voit ma porte patio au centre de l'image et deux étages de l'immeuble en dessous et au dessus.

Ensuite on me voyait éjaculer dans la vitre. Puis en gros plan rapproché on me voyait lécher mon sperme. Je croyais le video terminée. Comme j'allais éjecter le dvd...

-Attend salope ce n'est pas fini reste assis.

-Oui Maitre Ordinateur

Je me suis assis de nouveau dans la causeuse et j'ai continué à regarder. La même scène recommençait, mais vu de l'intérieur. La caméra web du salon avait tout enregistré. J'avais la confirmation qu'il filmait tous mes faits et gestes.

-Bonne soirée salope, fait de beaux rêves.

-Merci Maître Ordinateur

Maître Ordinateur devait être occupé ce soir et me laissait à mon triste sort comme il le faisait souvent. J'ai vaqué à mes occupations après avoir soupé. Comme souvent, depuis que l'on avait pris possession de ma vie ce fut long avant que je trouve le sommeil.

Puis bizarrement j'ai été plusieurs semaines sans avoir de nouvelles de Maître. Était-il malade ou parti en vacance. J'observais quand même scrupuleusement ma routine. J'étais nu dans mon appartement, la porte débarrée et j'attendais les ordres de Maître...

Près d'un mois s'était écoulé depuis le dernier contact avec Maître Ordinateur. Sans avoir la possibilité de naviguer sur internet et de faire quoique ce soit sans l'ordre de mon Maître alors je me défoulais dans le sport et la lecture.

Puis un soir après souper alors que je faisais ma vaisselle.

-Qui es-tu ?

Je fis le saut. Il y avait si longtemps que je n'avais pas entendu la voix de mon Maître. Et quelle question bizarre. C'était peut-être un nouveau jeu. Un nouveau défi qu'il me lançait.

-Je suis votre esclave Maître Ordinateur.
-Et que dois-tu faire?

-Et bien je dois vous obéir Maître Ordinateur.

-Et comment?

-Bien en faisant absolument tout ce que vous me demandez Maître Ordinateur.

C'était vraiment bizarre ces questions. De plus la voix androgyne émanant des haut-parleurs semblait un peu différente de l'habitude. Était-il toujours malade, un problème de voie, j'en perdais mon latin.

Il y avait eu un silence de quelques minutes. Cela m'avait semblé très long.

-Ou demeures tu esclave?
-Bien je demeure en face de chez vous Maître Ordinateur.

Pourquoi ces questions? Je ne savais plus quoi penser, de plus le ton était différent. Il ne me traitait plus de salope ou de petite pute. C'était déstabilisant. Peut-être voulait-il modifier la façon de me dominer. Voulait-il raffiner sa domination sur moi.

-Approche-toi de ta porte de salon et reste la.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je m'approche donc de la porte patio et je reste la. J'essais d'observer quelqu'un qui pourrait m'épier d'un des appartements d'en face. Mais je ne vois rien. Je suis resté ainsi pendant plus d'une demie-heure. Je me demandais bien ce qui se passait. Est-ce que j'allais passer la nuit ainsi? Puis la voix à retenti de nouveau.

-Allez c'est correct tu peux continuer ce que tu faisais.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Et la voix s'est éteinte pour le reste de la soirée. J'ai regardé un peu la télé et je me suis couché de bonne heure. J'ai pensé et repensé à tout cela sans pouvoir trouver une vraie explication. Tout était tellement inhabituel.

Le lendemain matin j'ai repris le chemin du travail. J'étais heureux dans un sens d'avoir été recontacté par mon Maître inconnu. Je ne savais plus quoi faire de ma vie après avoir déjà passé trois mois en compagnie de cette personne qui gérait dorénavant ma vie.

Deux jours on passé sans nouvelle de Maître. Puis le mercredi, j'avais à peine enlevé tout mes vêtements que la voie se fit entendre dans l'appartement.

-Met toi à genoux au milieu du salon.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

J'avais laissé mon linge près de la porte d'entré et je me suis placé, nu, à genoux, au centre du salon. J'attendais la suite impatiemment. J'étais toujours fébrile lorsque je ne savais pas se qui allait se passer ensuite.

-Met tes mains sur ta tête.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Puis il c'est passé encore plusieurs minutes dans le silence. C'était comme d'habitude incroyable. J'étais la au milieu du salon à genoux les mains sur la tête et nu en plus. J'étais la à obéir à une voie d'un inconnu qui provenait directement du web.

-Tu dois m'obéir n'est ce pas ?

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

-Tu dois faire exactement tout ce que je te dis sans rouspéter!

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

-Si tu ne le fait pas qu'est ce qui peu t'arriver?
-Bien, vous pouvez divulguer les photos compromettantes de moi, Maître Ordinateur.

-Et aussi les films n'est ce pas ?

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Bien oui, depuis le temps que Maître Ordinateur me dominait, il avait amassé bien d'autre photos et films de moi dans des situations encore plus délicates. Mais pourquoi me posait-il toutes ces questions. Étais ce pour me préparer à accepter un nouveau défi tout en me rappelant la menace qui pesait sur moi?

-Va mettre ta cagoule de latex qui cache bien ta vue, mais qui laisse ta bouche dégagé.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Je me suis rendu dans ma chambre et je me suis mit la cagoule en question. Une fois sur la tête je ne pouvais plus rien voir.

-Ferme la avec un cadenas, enferme tes deux poignets avec une paire de menotte derrière ton dos, laisse les clés du cadenas et des menottes dans le tiroir de ton bureau et retourne au salon dans la position ou tu étais tout à l'heure.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

J'ai donc fermé le cadenas sur les anneaux qui empêchaient d'enlever la cagoule et je me suis joint les poignets derrière mon dos en laissant les clés dans le tiroir de mon bureau. Je me suis dirigé au salon de peine et de misère, car je n'y voyais rien. Et je me suis mit à genoux au centre, du moins je pense.

-Reste dans cette position quoiqu'il arrive. Ne bouge pas d'un poil avant que je ne t'en donne l'ordre, compris.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

Qu'allait-il se passer? Mon esprit envisageait toute sorte de scénario possible. C'était peut-être seulement pour utiliser *** pouvoir sur moi. Me faire faire des choses, juste pour voir mon obéissance. Le coté psychologique de l'exercice était enivrant. S'il fallait que les per***nes de mon entourage qui ***t vanille me voie dans cette position. OUFFF ! vision d'horreur. Il ne fallait pas. Et pour cela je me devais d'obéir.

Soudain j'entends la porte de mon appartement s'ouvrir. Une chaleur intense m'envahit alors. Étais-ce Maître ou une autre per***ne. La porte s'était refermée. Un voisin peut-être. On s'approchait de moi. Pas un mot. Je tremblais de peur et d'angoisse. Des goutes de sueur ruisselaient sur mon corps.

Soudain j'ai senti que l'on me pinçait un sein, puis je me suis senti tiré vers l'avant. La per***ne semblait me rapprocher de la causeuse. Puis deux mains m'ont plaqué contre un entre-jambe et j'ai été obligé de lécher celle-ci. Était-ce Maître Ordinateur?

Chose donc j'étais certain Maintenant c'est que Maître Ordinateur était une femme. Je goutais *** sexe ruisselant de plaisir. Il était juteux et odorant. En me pinçant les seins et en me plaquant le visage sur *** sexe elle m'obligeait à lui lécher avec vigueur. Après quelques minutes je l'ai senti prendre *** plaisir et elle à maculé le bas de mon visage de *** jus. Ces jambes se ***t serré de chaque coté de ma tête très fort. *** corps c'est tordu de plaisir. Elle m'a, pendant plusieurs minutes bien badigeonnée de *** nectar.

Puis, me prenant par un sein elle m'a redirigé vers le centre du salon pour reprendre ma position. Je l'ai senti s'éloigner et elle est sortie de l'appartement en refermant la porte. Je suis resté au centre du salon attendant de nouveaux ordres. C'était incroyable, elle s'était enfin vraiment servie de moi pour la première fois après ces presque quatre long mois. Décidément j'entrais dans une seconde phase de mon dressage. Quelques minutes plus tard le silence de l'appartement à été rompu.

-Tu va aller enlever tes menottes et la cagoule et tu pourras vaquer à tes occupations normales. Mais défense de te laver le visage ou de te brosser les dents pour ce soir.

-Oui Maître Ordinateur.

-Et à l'avenir tu va m'appeler Maîtresse Liane

-Oui Maîtresse Liane.

-Et demain lorsque tu arriveras chez toi je veux que tu dépose 350 euros sur la table de cuisine.

-Mais Maîtresse...

-Il n'y a pas de mais, obéit ou sinon...

-Oui Maîtresse Liane