les histoires de chrislebo

I held the knife out and Kyle unfazed, took a step forward. I took a swing at him but he dodged the blade and quickly grabbed my arm. We wrestled for a few seconds but he was much too strong for me. It was only a matter of time before he wrapped me up, pinning me against the sink with my back to him. I fought hard, but eventually, his strong arms managed to pry the knife from me. It fell into the sink and he quickly snatched it up, bringing the blade right under my throat.

Aware of my situation and terrified of what might happen next, I tried to rea*** with him. "Deon just put the knife down and leave. I don't want this to get out of hand."

"You stupid bitch! I could slice yo' throat right now and claim self defense."

"No one would believe you."

"Maybe not. But you're the one that invited me in here and you're the one parading yourself around in front of teenagers looking like a middle-aged slut. Plus you forget that I've got yo' ***. He'll testify on my behalf."

"Kyle would never lie for you."

"Yo' *** adores me. You saw the way he took care of my big cock and the way he kissed and licked me all over. I've been fucking his mouth for months. I haven't had a chance to sample that tight little ass of his yet, but I'm sure I'll get around to it."

"You're sick! I'm not going to let put that disgusting thing anywhere near Kyle!" I replied with conviction.

"Then maybe you can figure out someplace else for me to put it then."

Before I could fathom exactly what he meant by that comment, Deon brought his other hand to my waist and undid my beach towel, allowing it to fall to the floor, exposing by bikini clad bottom to his strong, searching hands.

"Very nice." He said as he held the knife tight to my throat and began massaging my ass. His large palms squeezed and groped my ample but toned cheeks like a professional masseuse. The more I squirmed, the firmer his grip became. I tried to twist away from him, but he brought the knife closer under my throat and gave my ass a couple of hard SMACKS to let me know who was in control.

I decided it would be best to let him cop a few feels and soon it would be over. I mean how far could he go in my kitchen with my *** and friends just outside? Someone could walk in at any moment. I quickly found out just how far he intended to go as I felt the fold of bikini fabric between butt cheeks being dug out and slid to the side.

"What do you think you're doing? Stop!"

"Kyle tells me you've been divorced for a while. You probably forgot how to respect a cock since yo' husband left. Now if you don't want me to fuck yo' *** Mrs. Spencer, I won't. But you gonna have to take his place instead."

He tugged my bikini bottom all the way to the side of my left thigh, nearly ripping the fabric in two. He then slipped two of his long fingers into my pussy, causing me to jump forward.

"Deon stop. This isn't funny!" I replied while his exploring fingers wiggled inside me, causing me to grunt uncomfortably. Here I was, a grown woman, being held captive in my own home by an 18-year old black boy. I was helpless as he held the knife blade in place under my throat and continued his assault on my squirming ass. "Let me go Deon!"

"Quiet, Kyle might hear you and want to come investigate." He replied as he curled his fingers inside me and began working my g-spot. To my surprise, my juices began to trickle down my thighs and though I was afraid, I marveled at his knowledge of a woman's body. He must have had lots of practice with the girls at school. It was rare to find men twice his age that had a clue about how to turn a woman on. Deon knew exactly what he was doing.

My aching pussy began twitching around his fingers, which didn't go unnoticed by Deon as he doubled his efforts, and started shoving his fingers inside me, literally lifting me off the kitchen floor with each thrust. I could feel my ass rippling as he thundered in and out of my box with his fingers. I was on the verge of orgasm before I looked to my right and through the slits of the blinds; I could see Kyle and the others still sitting out on the deck.

"No. Stop!" I exclaimed, trying desperately to hold on to some form of dignity.

"I said keep it down." He replied. "Or do you want yo' *** to come inside and see you like this? What would it do to him to see his momma riding the fingers of his best friend?"

I thought about his words and then it occurred to me that he was right. I WAS riding his fingers. Without realizing it, I had been grinding my ass in his hand, humping Deon's fingers with a circular rhythm. My own body had betrayed me and was helping Deon **** me! I could have tried to pretend that I was just trying to wiggle free, but it was obvious that Deon could see I was in heat.

He continued sliding his fingers in and out, ever so often removing them completely and mashing his palm back and forth over my clit, causing me to squeeze my thighs together and throw my head back, groaning with pleasure and not caring about the knife at my throat. At that point he could have removed it and I would have done nothing to stop his ********* of my body. I wanted this, just like in my dream. The loving ****** was gone now and in her place was a cock hungry slut.

Terrified by the thought of what I'd allowed Deon to do to me, I tried one last time to regain control. Though my body was completely on board with being ****d, I tried in vain to muster the strength to save myself from further ***********.

"Deon, please. You have to stop this. This isn't right."

"What isn't right is you teasing me all day and thinking you wouldn't have to fuck me." Deon replied as he leaned in close to my ear and started squeezing my clit. "I'm taking this pussy today so you might as well accept it."

With that, he removed his hand from my clit and I felt the head of his cock dip between my ass cheeks. Before I could muster even a faint protest, his thick black cock sank into my wet lips and he drove himself inside me. The knife was still pressed against my throat as he gripped my hip with his other hand and began pumping his massive meat inside me. Stroke after stroke, he buried his cock deeper inside me. It was all I could do to resist screaming at the top of my lungs.

His thick snake darted in and out of my hot box, sending me through waves and waves of unbridled ecstasy. I grit my teeth, but I couldn't stop the *********** grunts and groans that fought their way out of my mouth each time Deon sank into me. I tried desperately to resist the passion that was building up inside me but it was clear that my body was enjoying every second of my ****. Each time he entered me, he made sure to grind up against my ass so I could feel every inch of him.

It was then that he suddenly pulled out of me and to my surprise I felt a slight twinge of regret at the absence of his cock. I looked over my shoulder and I could see his hands jacking the length of the black monster as it glistened with my juices. I was confused as to why he stopped fucking me. At first I thought someone must have come in the door and caught us, but I could see everyone was still sitting poolside. My legs were trembling in the aftermath of his assault on my pussy and I could barely stand if not for his hand steadying my waist. Lightheaded I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak, but Deon quickly cleared up the confusion.

"Up to now, I've been taking that pussy. But now, you gonna give it to me."

He removed the knife from my throat and threw it on the floor. He no longer had me captive. I could try to escape now if I'd wanted to, but instead I found myself standing there, anticipating his next move. He'd broken my will to resist.

Sensing his victory over my spirit, Deon grabbed my left hand and placed it around his dark pole. I could barely fit my hand around it, but I was compelled to gently squeeze it and slide my hand slowly back and forth around its girth, admiring the power he wielded between his thighs. He moved directly behind me again and it was clear that he wanted me to guide his cock back into my pussy.

I couldn't believe I was standing there about to give in to my teenaged ****** but the heat from his throbbing steel cock was so intoxicating. My pussy was sizzling with desire and it was like a gravitational pull was drawing the mushroom tip of his rod ever closer to my snatch. My hand was trembling as I tugged his cock and brought the head to the entrance of my dripping cunt.

"You know you want this big black dick bitch. Stop wasting time and let me fuck you." He whispered in my ear. The warmth of his breath cascading over my neck washed away any discomfort I'd felt over his use of the word "bitch". I was his slut now and we both knew it. I brought the tip of his cock to my warm slit and moaned as it began to sink inside me. He didn't move forward as I hoped he would. He was going to make me do it completely. I had to surrender all of myself to him.

Once a quarter of his cock was inside me I removed my hand and gripped the kitchen counter with both hands. I then pressed my ass back against him and took his entire length deep into my hole. It was like he'd grown even bigger this time as my walls were stretched to capacity by his juicy black snake. I took my time building up speed, slowly rocking back and forth, until I couldn't take it anymore and started slamming my pussy down the length of his hardness, my ass smacking against his muscular waist as I threw my head from side to side with lust.

I was gasping for air and again I felt his breath against the back of my neck.

"I knew you'd be a good fuck. You walk around teasing men all day with them big titties and those tight jeans. I'm gonna teach you how to respect the power of a big cock."

With that he grabbed my thighs and jackhammered his steel rod deep inside me, causing my body to jerk forward in rhythm to each thrust. Relinquishing all free will, my body longed for him to pick up the pace even faster. I wanted him to fuck all resistance out of me.

"Yes...yesssss." I found myself moaning as he plowed into me from behind. I looked beneath me and saw that my juices had traveled down my leg and were pooling on the tile floor. There was nothing loving or gentle about what he was doing me. He was giving me the fucking that I'd earned with all of my years of cock teasing. He was pounding me for every time I'd shown up at Kyle's school in my low cut blouses, form fitting skirts and high heels.

Since my divorce, I'd kept my pussy under lock and key. The few times I'd dated, I made sure to wear my sexiest clothes and underwear, even though I had no intention of letting a man fuck me. Even with my husband I'd always been somewhat of a prude and only fucked him on my terms. These were not my terms. My ***'s friend had come into my home and claimed my pussy as his own. He was fucking me in my kitchen like I was a common ****** and I was powerless to stop him.

He displayed that power, by bringing his forearm around my neck and pulling me closer against his body as he continued beast fucking me over the sink. I was in bliss as I drooled over the sink in passion. His hand was near my face and I instinctively sucked his thumb into my mouth, lashing my tongue around it and swallowing, worshipping it like a cock. I was too far gone now to ever turn back.

Deon ground his taught hips against my ass and began moving his cock in a circle, hitting my clit at just the right angle and causing me to gasp with delight.

"Oh yessss." I purred. "Just like that...yessssss."

Deon continued to deep stroke me. I wanted more and more of him inside me. I was consumed by the thought of what he was doing to me with my *** and his friends only a few feet away from us. I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my entire life.

"That night," Deon whispered in my ear as his cock continued to probe me. "when I had Kyle suck my cock on your couch...I saw you standing up there, watching us the whole time."

"What?" I was completely startled by this remark. I'd suspected that he'd seen me that night, but now he'd confirmed it. I wanted to say more but Deon slammed his hips into me and the words were lost.

"After you went to *****, I told Kyle I needed to use the bathroom."

"Unngh!" I replied as his cock plowed deeper into me.

"I went upstairs, opened your door and you was spread out on the bed, with yo' legs wide open. Nothing on but yo' bra and them lace black panties. Yo' pussy was just begging me to come in."

"You came in my room? Unngh!" Our bodies were slapping against each other now. He pile-drivered his cock home and despite my confusion, I was still slamming my ass back against his thighs, meeting his every thrust.

He was right, I had been wearing my black lace panties that night. My dream was because he was right there...in my bed!

"I slid between yo' thighs and licked yo' pussy. You was so wet, I had to taste you. So I stuck my tongue inside you and just like I did to Kyle, you reached out and put yo' hand on my head, pressing my tongue deeper inside you.

"No. Unngh!"

"Yeah. You did. I made you come on my tongue. And if I would have had more time, I would've fucked you right then in yo' *****. You looked so sexy with yo' thighs open and yo' pussy leaking on the bed. I knew that night I was going to fuck you one day, and here we are."

With that he began squeezing my tits while he kissed and licked the back of my neck, sending me into a frenzy. He pinched and squeezed my eraser sized nipples and I reacted by clawing a hunk of his muscular thigh, feeling the sinewy muscles flex and contract each time he drove his cock inside me. My mouth was wide open with lust as he grabbed my hair and tore away at my throbbing snatch, pounding me with the expertise of an older man and the energy and passion that only a young lover could provide.

The image of him, crawling between my legs that night only made me wetter for him. While I was dreaming about his impressive cock, he must have been working his tongue over my willing pussy, lapping at my juices and driving me to orgasm. The thought of my ***'s black friend, sneaking into my room while I was asleep and taking advantage of my body, was so sexy, it brought me to the tipping point. My body clenched and I knew I was about explode all over his cock.

I came with a shudder as I looked to my right and could see the others still sitting on the deck chatting away. Deon slapped my ass with a loud "SMACK!" and with a series of jerking motions and a loud groan, he dumped his load in my worn out pussy. As he filled me with his cum, I came a second time, my eyes literally rolling in the back of my head and my body contorting uncontrollably.

Deon pulled out of me and I collapsed over the sink.

"Mrs. Spencer?"

"What?"

"I need you to turn around, get on yo' knees and clean my cock in appreciation for all that I've done for you and yo' ***."

As if in a trance I turned around and dropped to my knees. I knew his cock was huge but it was nothing like seeing that black monster inches from my face. Even if it was beginning to soften, it was still like nothing I'd ever seen. I was now face to face with what Kyle had seen that night on the couch. My mouth watered with anticipation of fitting that black monster between my lips. It was at that moment I understood why my *** had given in to his lust and devoured Deon's cock. It was a beautiful masterpiece of manhood and I smacked my lips, working up more than enough saliva to allow him to slide effortlessly into my throat.

I grabbed the length in my hands and just as I'd seen Kyle do that night on the couch, I made love to Deon's thick cock with my mouth. I kissed and licked until he came back to life. Once he was completely hard, Deon gripped the sides of my head and pumped his shaft in and out of my greedy lips. My head was pressed against the sink cabinets as he face fucked me silly. The smacking and slurping sounds I made around his cock only served to arouse me more as I fingered myself to another orgasm.

Soon I took a mouthful of cum right in my kitchen, swallowing as much as I could before watching the rest drip onto my heaving breasts. Deon tossed me the beach towel from the floor and I wiped his molten lava from my chest and chin. I then cradled his softening meat in my hands, bathing his cock with my tongue until his rod was sparkling clean.

Finally catching my breath, I came to my senses and stood to my feet. "Well we'd better get started washing these dishes. The others are probably wondering what we've been doing in here all this time.

Deon nodded and we quickly started on the dishes. I washed. Deon dried.

"One more thing Mrs. Spencer." Deon added.

"Yes?"

"You do understand that you belong to me now?"

"As long as you promise not to fuck Kyle, we can keep things going between us." I couldn't believe that I'd just agreed to be his cock slut in exchange for him staying out of Kyle's ass, but I was past the point of caring about resisting him. He'd awaken a side of me that I never knew existed. And I was determined to have that perfect black cock for as long as I could.

"Understood." He replied while I handed him another dish. "I'll still let him suck me off, because he likes that and it would probably hurt his feelings if I didn't let him keep doing it. But I promise I won't fuck Kyle's ass as long as you let me do what I want with that fine ass body of yours. Agreed?"

Without hesitation, I nodded my head. I'd just agreed that my *** could keep sucking his cock but I didn't care. I was willing to do whatever Deon asked me to.

"Good." He said while rubbing my ass and sliding a finger along my slit. "Because Shawn thinks you're hot too. And I'm sure he would love to tap that plump little ass too."

I was using my beach towel to wipe my pussy juices from the kitchen floor as Deon went back outside to join my *** Kyle and the others. I couldn't believe what had just happened, and if my pussy wasn't so sore, I would have thought I'd imagined the whole thing. But there was no denying that I'd just fucked one of my ***'s classmates right in my own home. Unbelievably, this all happened while my *** was right outside, sitting by the pool with his friends. And though it may have started out that way, it definitely didn't end up as a ****. It was my own decision to place Deon's fat cock inside me and beg him to fuck me like a cheap whore. On top of that, in exchange for him promising to not fuck Kyle's ass, I'd actually promised to be Deon's cock slut!

My heart rate was thumping as I cleaned the last of my cunt drippings, balled up the towel and headed to the laundry room. I tossed the evidence in the hamper and went upstairs to my bathroom, for a quick shower. Though I'd toweled myself off after Deon shot his load in my mouth, I could still feel sticky remnants of his semen coating my chin and breasts.

After my shower, I changed into a more conservative tank top and jean shorts. My plan was to go outside and tell the others that I'd developed a migraine and had decided to retire for the night. However, when I got to the patio doors, I could see through the blinds that Deon and Shawn were standing off to themselves having a private conversation. It was pretty obvious what the topic of discussion was, watching Deon flash his confident jock smile and Shawn standing next to him, his eyes wide with shock.

Suddenly, panic overtook me as I saw the two athletic black studs begin to walk towards the house. Was Deon escorting Shawn inside to have a turn at his per***al cock slut? I thought back to Deon rubbing my pussy folds seductively as he informed me that Shawn was dying to fuck me too, but part of me just thought it was idle talk. I know I'd promised Deon that he'd be able to do whatever he wanted with me, but that had been in the heat of the moment. Now that I'd had a little while to take everything in, I wasn't sure I could allow this to continue. Especially considering he was an 18-year old boy who I'd caught getting a blowjob from my own ***!

As I saw the boys come closer to the house, I couldn't help but admire Deon's chiseled mocha chocolate frame. He walked like a panther stalking prey, each confident stride sending a tingle directly to my clitoris. And Shawn, while not as toned as Deon, definitely had an attractive set of attributes as well. His complexion was lighter than Deon's, almost the color of honey. He had brooding light brown eyes and wore his thick crop of hair in a frizzy style that gave him sort of an 'island' look. As they got closer, I could see that they each must have taken a recent dip in the pool, as evidenced by the tiny droplets of water that sparkled and clung to their muscular chests.

But surely Deon wasn't expecting me to fuck his friend right now. It would raise too many eyebrows and I wasn't ready to risk my *** finding out what a slut his ****** was becoming. I'd never be able to look him in the face if he found out how I'd willingly surrendered my dignity to Deon's cock. Regardless, I couldn't help but notice a twinge of dick lust building between my legs as the two boys approached. As they opened the patio doors, I found myself imagining what it would be like to have them both at the same time.

Embarrassed by my cougar lust, I breathed a sigh of relief when I noticed that the others had followed Deon and Shawn inside.

"Hey Mom, you okay?" Kyle asked with Jennifer draped around his waist.

"I've got a headache. I think I'm gonna go upstairs and lie down."

"Too bad. We're gonna watch some DVDs." Replied Kyle.

"You guys go ahead. Sorry to be a party pooper."

They all thanked me for the party and I headed up the stairs. Even though my jean shorts were not the type that hugged my thighs like some of the others in my collection, I could feel Deon and Shawn's eyes on my ass as I wearily climbed my way up to my room. That monster cock had taken a lot out of me and I was sure Deon would notice.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Shawn call up to me. "Is there anything you need me to help you with Mrs. Spencer?"

"No, I'm fine Shawn." I replied, a little perturbed at the thought of him perhaps taunting me.

"You sure?" he asked again. There was no doubt he was having fun with his little comments. But what did he expect me to do, ask him to come upstairs so he could fuck me? He was starting to get on my nerves and I was looking forward to everyone leaving.

I sat upstairs in my bed, watching TV for several hours, unable to ***** for fear that Deon or Shawn might try to slip into my room and make a run for my sore pussy. Just then I heard footsteps in the hallway. I sprang out of my bed, still wearing my tank top and shorts and was relieved to see it was just Kyle.

"Everyone's leaving Mom. I'm gonna finish cleaning up."

"Okay honey." I replied.

I rolled over to my window and watched as Deon, Shawn, and Jennifer's two girlfriends loaded into Deon's SUV and pulled away. Jennifer's car was still parked. I figured she must have offered to stay for a little while to help Kyle clean up. Or maybe they wanted to get in a little grope session while I was upstairs a*****, which was fine with me.

I couldn't help but wonder if Deon and Shawn were on there way to drop the other two girls off at home, or to someplace where they could fuck their little high school brains out. I found myself becoming a little jealous of whichever one would end up bouncing on Deon's cock that night. I eventually fell a***** wondering if I would dream about him again.

I woke up a couple of hours later and looked out the window again. Jennifer's car was still parked. It was one thing for her to stay a little longer but it was approaching midnight and I didn't want her parents calling around looking for her.

I got up out of bed and walked into the hallway. As I approached the top of the stairs I got a sick feeling in my stomach as I saw a head bobbing up and down on the downstairs couch. Had Deon come back and ******* Kyle into giving him head again? Trembling, I inched forward, taking care to remain in the shadows. After my sight adjusted, I could see that this time it was Kyle sitting on the couch with his hand on the back of Jennifer's head as she worked him over with a greedy high school blowjob.

I exhaled a sigh of relief as I watched her lips slide down his shaft. Suddenly, she got up off her knees and sat on the couch next to Kyle. He gently peeled her swimsuit top down and sucked in one of her pert breasts. She moaned and draped her arm over his shoulder. Jennifer then flattened out on the couch and Kyle kicked his swim trunks from around his ankles. From that angle I could see his penis jutting up and that's when I noticed the shimmering latex covering it. Jennifer had expertly used her mouth to slide a condom over his cock. I had to admire her skills for a youngster. I then watched as Jennifer pushed a couple of fingers inside her swimsuit bottom, working them in and out of her little cunt and then it hit me. Kyle was about to fuck Jennifer right there on the couch!

I knew I should have walked back to my room, but in a weird way, I was happy to see Kyle about to have sex with his girlfriend. After seeing him actually giving someone a blowjob on that same couch, I desperately needed another image to replace the sight of Deon's meaty pole, taming my ***'s throat.

Kyle slid into position over Jennifer and she wrapped her legs around his back. I saw a moan crawl over her face and I could see my ***'s skinny hips rocking back and forth. Though I didn't get a clear view, from what could tell when he was removing his shorts, Kyle seemed to have an above average sized tool. I must have been right because soon Jennifer was clawing his back and he had to put a hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. After a few more minutes, I saw Kyle shudder and collapse on top of her. Afterwards they held each other and tenderly kissed like romantic lovers. Surprisingly, I found myself very proud of Kyle, as I quietly tiptoed back into my room, and crawled into my bed.

The next few days were uneventful. School was out and other than Jennifer dropping by every now and then, I hadn't seen any of Kyle's other friends. I was beginning to wonder if maybe Deon had given up on taking things any further. After all, he'd had his fun. I'm sure there were more than enough girls around his age to keep him busy. Yet and still, he'd made me promise to be his slut and even hinted that he might let Shawn fuck me. There was no rea*** for me to believe that after getting me to compromise myself, he'd just let me off the hook. Maybe he was bored with me or no longer found me interesting. Whatever. No sense getting worked up about the mind of an 18-year old boy. I resigned myself to putting it all in the past. It was probably for the best anyway, as there was no telling how far things could have gotten out of hand, if I let them continue.

That Friday, I was winding things down at work and thinking about calling one of my friends, Gina, to see if she had plans for the weekend. As I picked up my cell, it began ringing with an unfamiliar number. Thinking it must have been a client, I answered.

"Hello?"

"Wassup baby girl?"

"Excuse me? Who is this?" I had an idea of who it was, but I was hoping I was wrong.

"Oh, you don't recognize the voice? Let me help you remember. This is the dude that had you on yo' knees in the kitchen while he rammed his fat black dick down yo' throat. Ring a bell?"

"Deon?" A rush went through my body as I lowered my voice and sprung up from my desk to close my office door. "How...how'd you get my number?"

"Oh, when we was at yo' house this weekend, I picked up yo' phone and called my number so I would have it saved on my phone."

"Pretty clever." I replied, trying to reclaim my composure. "What do you want?"

"You know what I want. Or did you forget our little agreement?"

A chill shot through me as I took in his words. Suddenly there was a knock at my door and my boss Vince stuck his head inside.

"Hey, sorry to interrupt. Just wanted to let you know, great job on the Wellington account. We've got a conference call with them in 10 minutes. We'll be in boardroom 2. And bring your notes."

I smiled and nodded as my boss closed the door behind him. I turned my attention back to the phone.

"Deon, I'm at work. You can't be calling me like this. I'm very busy."

"Baby girl, you belong to me now. You agreed to that. I can call you whenever I feel like it." He replied.

I was taken aback by the confident tone of his voice and tried my best to calm him. "Deon, I know what I said last weekend, but it was a moment of weakness. I should have never let things go that far. And I have no intention of doing that again."

"You saying you didn't have fun? You don't remember how you was begging for my cock, while I was riding that sexy little ass?"

"I'm saying that I lost control. That wasn't me."

"If it wasn't you, then who the fuck was it?"

At a lost for words, I tried to wrap up the conversation. "Look, it happened. I can't deny that, but it's over. Stay away from me and my *** or I will call the police."

I figured I must have rattled him as the phone went silent for several seconds. "I'm hanging up now. Goodbye Deon." I added.

"Slut, the only thing you gonna do is meet me tonight so we can pick up where we left off."

"Fat chance!"

"Oh really? Then how about I stop by yo' place and introduce yo' ***'s ass to my dick? Then while I'm fucking him, I'll tell him about us. But then again, I do have some nice videos of him sucking me off. Maybe I'll just put those on the internet so all his classmates can see."

I was near tears as I whispered ********** back into the phone. "Deon. You have to stop this. Leave me and my *** alone."

"I don't have to stop ****. I own you. And oh yeah, I want you to wear one of them conservative business suits that you be wearing at the job, but add some high heels. And underneath all that, put on them black panties and the bra you had on that night when I came to yo' room and ate that wet pussy."

"Please don't make me do this."

"Ya' know, I bet Kyle would commit suicide if his little dick sucking secret ever got out. What you think?"

Vince appeared in the door again. "Alex, we're waiting for you."

"Be there in a second Vince." I replied.

Vince closed the door and disappeared down the hall.

"What's it gonna be baby girl? You gonna live up to yo' side of the deal, or are you gonna make me ruin yo' ***'s life?"

Defeated, I gave in to his demands. "Okay. But not at my house and I'm definitely not coming to your neighborhood."

"I didn't expect you to. I've got a neutral spot in mind. But I promise you, if you pull some sneaky ****, or show up with the police, I will have some real thugs from my neighborhood pay Kyle a visit. Those little high school bullies won't be **** compared to what they'll do to him."

"No, I'll do it. Just stop threatening my ***."

"Good. Meet me in the parking lot of the Rainbow Motel at 7:00. Wear what I asked you to and don't be late."

"Rainbow Motel? I don't even know where that is."

"It's on 15th street. By the airport. Google it bitch."

With that, he hung up the phone.

It was 5:40 PM and I was upstairs getting my outfit together to meet Deon. I couldn't believe how threatening he'd been on the phone. Even in my wildest dreams, I never thought things would get this bad. Here I was, with my *** downstairs, getting dressed up to go meet one of his classmates at a motel. I felt sick to my stomach, but I thought about all the threats he'd made against Kyle and every part of me believed that he was capable of going through with them. After all, this was a per*** that had held a knife to my throat in my own kitchen while he raped me over the kitchen sink.

Fresh out of the shower, I slid into the infamous black panties and snapped on the matching bra. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I thought about just packing up Kyle and headed to another city. But selfishly my thoughts shifted to my blossoming career. I'd worked hard to establish myself at my job, and my hard work was just starting to pay off. Plus Kyle was about to head off to college at the end of the summer. He didn't need any more distractions. All things considered, while I was caught in this nightmare, he was having probably the best time of his life. I had to figure out a way out of this. But until then, I had to play by Deon's rules. Hopefully, I wouldn't get myself in too much deeper.

I pulled on my navy business skirt and silver blouse, and then slid my arms into the matching jacket. Although it was work attire, it was pretty form fitting and the blouse did a half-assed job of covering my breasts. I threw on the heels and headed downstairs. According to the directions I pulled from the internet, it would take 45 minutes to get to the hotel. I wanted to leave early enough to give myself some slack in case I got lost. My car had a GPS system, but it could sometimes be unreliable and I didn't want to take any chances.

When I got downstairs, Kyle and Jennifer were sitting on the couch watching TV. They probably couldn't wait to see me leave so they could make out. Watching Kyle sitting there with his arm around his girlfriend, I felt so happy for him. If only he knew the sacrifice I was making tonight to protect him.

"Kyle, I'm heading out. I left some money so you guys can order a pizza if you want." I said, darting through the living room.

Kyle looked over the couch and asked, "Mom. Where are you going dressed like that?"

I realized that it must have looked awkward to see me in work attire after hours. "I've gotta go to a work function. It may run on for a while so I may be home a little late."

"Okay. Have fun." He replied.

"Yeah, have fun." Jennifer added with a giggle.

She might as well have added, 'While I have fun on your ***'s cock.' I closed the door behind me and got inside my car. Taking one last deep breath of courage, I turned the ignition and pulled out of my driveway.

Traffic was thick, but I managed to make pretty good time on the freeway. After missing the intersection for 15th street twice, I finally made the correct turn and headed towards the bright neon sign of the Rainbow Motel. It was 6:55. I was thankful I'd giving myself enough time.

As I pulled into the parking lot, I had to admit, it wasn't nearly as seedy as I thought it would be. It was well lit, and as far as I could see, there were no crack heads or prostitutes nearby. I scanned the parking lot for a sign of Deon's truck but to no avail. For a minute, I was starting to think this was a prank he was pulling just to ******* me, but then my phone starting buzzing. It was Deon.

"Hello."

"I'm pulling up now. I was across the street in case you tried to pull a fast one."

He hung up the phone and I looked to my right and saw his truck pulling in next to my vehicle. He quickly got out of the car wearing a backpack over one shoulder and jumped into my passenger seat, flashing his trademark million-dollar smile.

"I see you decided to follow instructions."

"Whatever. Let's get this over with."

"Alright. Go to the lobby and tell them you want a room for the night."

"For the night? I can't spend the night here!"

"Calm down baby girl. It's cheaper than paying by the hour. Don't worry. I'll get you home in time to tuck Kyle in." He sneered.

I walked my morally bankrupt ass up to the check-in lobby and asked the shady looking man behind the desk for a room. He leered at my body and then at the young black guy sitting in my car.

"We only have double rooms empty." He said, his eyes darting between my car and my tits. "That gonna be okay for you and your...friend?"

"Fine, whatever." I replied and handed him my credit card.

He ran my card and handed me a key swipe, before giving me an all-knowing wink over a rotten-toothed smile.

I took the key and went back outside. Deon got out and followed me up the far stairwell to room 206. When I opened the door, I was immediately hit with the scent of disinfectant, but overall, the room didn't look that bad. The beds appeared to be clean enough and it was fairly modern for an hourly motel.

Deon closed the door and immediately began groping my ass through my skirt. Seeing that there was no need in coming this far to put up a fight, I began to remove my jacket when Deon stopped me.

"Not yet." He said.

He motioned for me to sit on the bed and like a good little cock slut I obeyed his request. He then leaned against the door and pulled out a joint. I watched trembling with anticipation, as Deon calmly lit his weed and exhaled through his nose, his eyes darting all over me.

"I don't have all night." I said, trying my best to ignore the warmth in my rapidly moistening pussy.

"By patient baby girl. I just wanna go over the ground rules."

"I know the ground rules. I'm your slut...blah, blah, blah. I'm gonna suck your cock and let you fuck me. Can we get on with it already?" By this time I was getting seriously impatient. Not just because I wanted to put this behind me, but also because I'd forgotten how sexy Deon looked. No matter how tough I pretended to be, I had no doubt that once his black monster was inside me, and his muscular black thighs were pumping away, I'd be begging for it, just like I'd begged for it in my kitchen.

"First, you do what I tell you to. No exceptions." He took another drag of the weed and flicked it in the ashtray. "Second, you don't leave here until I'm completely satisfied."

"And third?" I asked, trying my best to not look rattled.

"Third, you treat Shawn's dick, just like you would treat mine."

"Shawn?" I panicked and jumped up to my feet just as there was a knock at the door.

Deon opened the door and Shawn came inside carrying a bag of ice and two bottles of ******. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw me standing there in front of the bed, probably dressed just as Deon said I would be. As Shawn took in the sight of me from head to toe, my heart nearly jumped out of my chest as I realized, Deon was serious. He was actually going to let Shawn fuck me!

"I didn't agree to this." I said as I walked to the nightstand and reached for my purse.

"You agreed when you showed up slut!" Deon replied. "Or do I need to remind you what it's gonna cost you if you don't do what I say? Now sit yo' ass down!"

The look on his face sent a shiver of panic through my body so I did as he asked. Meanwhile, Shawn set the items on a table in the corner of the room and walked over to the bed with a big grin on his face. His crotch was inches from my mouth as he reached out and stroked the side my face and gently combed my hair with his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand was rubbing the bulge in his jeans and I could see the outline of what was obviously a nice piece of manhood.

"When you told me about this, I thought you were bull****tin' man. Damn. I can't believe it. We about to actually fuck fine ass Mrs. Spencer?"

"I told you she was my slut." Deon replied and looked into my eyes "Ain't that right baby girl?"

Knowing that I had no choice but to play along, I nodded my head slowly. This apparently made Shawn bolder as he sat down next to me on the bed. He threw his arm around me and slid his caramel hand across my chest and underneath my blouse. He kissed my cheek as he found my left nipple and began tugging it with one hand as he massaged my thigh with the other. I moaned softly as his hand began to creep closer and closer to making contact with the fabric of my black panties and the center of my wetness. I threw my head back and closed my eyes, slowly spreading my legs to show my approval.

"Hold on bro'. I got something in mind." Said Deon, snapping me back to my senses. "Stand up Slut."

I stood to my feet, my firm ass directly in front of Shawn. He worked his hand under my skirt and brought his palm to my slit, sliding back and forth on my wet lips, causing me to shudder and gasp in response. His other hand reached for my skirt's zipper and he began to pull it down my ass.

"Ease up dude. We got all night." Deon grinned and Shawn reluctantly released the zipper.

All night? Did they really intend to make me spend the entire night with them? I know Deon had assured me that he didn't intend to, but what was there to stop him? I was his cock slut. The room was already paid for. It was then that I realized the depths of my situation. Deon could actually be planning to keep me in this room all weekend and make me fuck anyone he wanted to!

"Go stand in the middle of the room. And if you try to make a run for it, I promise you will regret it." Said Deon as he ********** grabbed me by my wrist.

Led by his stern grip, I walked over to the center of the room, feeling awkward and out of place standing in front of two teenagers in my work attire and high heels. I felt like the ultimate slut as the two boys gawked over my body.

"Strip for us." Said Deon as he went and sat on the other bed.

It wasn't enough that he and his friend were going to fuck me, now they wanted me to humiliate myself by putting on a show for them. In all my years of cock teasing and manipulating men, I couldn't believe that it would be a teen-aged boy that would eventually turn the tables on me.

"Fine." I replied. I rolled my eyes and pulled off my jacket, sending it to the floor. Then I reached for the top button on my blouse.

"Slower." Said Shawn, as he leaned back on the bed and massaged the lump in his jeans.

I put my hands on my hips, frustrated and looked at Deon in exasperation. He just smiled and nodded for me to continue.

Heeding his instruction, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting the silky fabric slide seductively from my arms after I reached the last one.

"Better" replied Deon as he unzipped his pants and whipped out the black monster. "Look at us while you do it. And move around and *****"

Shawn followed suit and took out his cock. It wasn't quite as impressive as Deon's but it was easily going to be the second biggest pole I'd ever taken. Watching them stroke their huge shafts was starting to have an effect on me as I found myself beginning to fall head first into my stripper act. They wanted a fantasy and I decided to give them one. In a strange way, being able to use my body to tease and stimulate them made me feel at least some measure of control. After all, it was MY body that was making them whip out their cocks and stroke them up and down. The thought that these two young boys were being turned on by the sexuality of a middle-aged woman was intoxicating for my ego.

As my confidence grew, I got further and further into the fantasy. I pressed my tits together and kneaded them in my bra, making eye contact with each of them as I pinched my nipples.

"Oh *****" Replied Shawn as he tugged his light brown cock. "She's so fucking sexy."

Spurred by his compliment, I turned my ass to them and reached for the zipper on my skirt. I slowly pulled it down until they could see a full view of the black thong splitting my firm ass cheeks. I felt devilishly sexy as I bent over and slowly rotated my hips, allowing my skirt to slide off my thighs and drop to the floor. I bent completely over and pulled the skirt down my ankles and over my glossy high heels, seductively stepping out of the fabric and kicking it to the side. Then I turned around to face them with my hands on my hips and licked my lips, eliciting a moan from Shawn.

"I can't take anymore bro'." Said Shawn, as his manhood throbbed to full length in his hand.

"On your knees then slut." Deon commanded and on cue I confidently placed a finger in my mouth, encircling it with my lips as I strode across the room in my underwear and high heels and knelt in front of Shawn, my lovely thong-covered ass on full display.

Shawn kept pumping his sausage inches from my face as I smiled and took in the sight of him. It was hard to resist jumping on his shaft right then, but I wanted to tease him. I also wanted to make Deon give the command. If he wanted a loyal cock slut, fine, but I wasn't going to make it easy for him. He may have thought he was teaching me to be his slave, but I was going to teach him how to be a master.

"You know what to do." Deon said while sliding his pants to the floor and ********* his thick pole.

"Ground rule number one is that I have to do what you tell me to," I replied as I licked my lips and looked directly into Shawn's eyes. "If you don't tell me what to do, I can't do it."

I leaned in close to Shawn's manhood and smacked my lips. With a glazed look of lust in my eyes, I stuck out my tongue and flicked it like a snake, before pursing my lips together and blowing a cool burst of air over Shawn's balls. It drove him insane.

***** man. Tell her what to do!" Shawn yelled at Deon. " I can't take anymore!"

Deon smiled at me and replied, "Alright baby girl. Suck his dick."

There was no turning back now. I knew that by doing this, I would no longer be able to deny that I was Deon's cock slave. Accepting my fate, I licked my glossy lips and nodded my head in compliance.

I inched closer and Shawn could only watch, his rigid cock throbbing with anticipation, as I carefully slid the swollen head between my full lips, relaxed my throat and took his entire length into my mouth with one gulp.

"Ohhhhhh. **** yesss!" Shawn replied as I grabbed the base of his rod and drizzled saliva down the sides before hungrily chasing it with my open mouth. I worked up a rhythm on his pole, bobbing my head up and down until it sparkled with wetness. I looked up and Shawn was lying back on the bed, groaning as if he were talking in his *****.

I glanced over at Deon and he was still working his cock and smiling at me with a sinister grin. Meanwhile I went back to the task at hand, using my free hand to gently massage Shawn's nut sack, feeling his balls sliding over and under my fingers while using my tongue to bath his cock in the warmth of my mouth.

As I was doing that, Deon walked behind me and knelt onto the floor. Without warning he slid my panties to the side and buried his tongue in my box sending a jolt of electricity shooting through me and causing me to pause my cock sucking duties. To his surprise, I wiggled my ass away from him. He tried to dive in again, but I squatted on the floor denying him access. I'd decided to use this as a 'teaching moment'.

"What you doing?" He asked confused. "You forget our deal?"

"Our deal was that I would do what you command me to." I responded between licks of Shawn's cock. "You can't just eat my pussy. You have to tell me to LET you eat my pussy."

"What?" I could see he was perplexed by my boldness. In reality I was stretching the truth a bit to fit my needs. The actual deal had been that he could do whatever he wanted with my body, but that was the advantage I had by being older. After years of cock teasing and using my body to get what I wanted, I had a lot more experience at manipulating people than Deon had. It may not have seemed like much, but I knew that any measure of control I could gain in this situation could potentially serve me well in the long run. Eventually, it might even help me gain the upper hand.

"That was the deal. If you want me to suck cock, you have to TELL me to suck cock. If you want to eat me, tell me to LET you eat me." My confidence was overflowing as I continued. " And if you want to fuck me, you have to tell me to LET you fuck me. Otherwise, you're not living up to your part of the bargain. Understood?"

"Yeah. I understand." His lips curled into a smile.

"Well?" I asked.

"Let me eat yo' pussy." He responded.

"Good. You're learning."

And with that, I went back to lavishing Shawn's cock with attention while at the same time lifting my pussy back into the air and onto Deon's hungry mouth. His wet tongue lapped at me like a hungry kitten over a bowl of milk and I rolled my ass around in response to his efforts. He then grabbed my hips, pulling me harder against his face, while using his expert tongue to ******* my clit. My juices had started to flow and I could feel my pussy twitching under his assault. I thought back to the night he'd entered my room and licked me to orgasm while I slept. I knew it would be just a matter of time before I reached my climax again. And on cue, my thighs stiffened and I coated his tongue with my juices, just as I had done that night in my room.

As Deon continued teasing my slit with his tongue, I refocused and went back to sliding my mouth up and down on Shawn's rod, swirling my tongue around and causing his body to tense. I released his cock and inserted my index finger in my mouth, curling my tongue around it. I then removed my finger and returned to swallowing him, working him slow, making sure he could feel each movement of my tongue over and under his shaft. Meanwhile, I placed my moist finger against his anus, gently rubbing back and forth across the opening until he allowed me inside. Once I'd slipped inside his anal ring, I began making little circular motions with my finger. This drove him to the edge, and he responded by raising his hips up off the bed and releasing a deep moan in the process.

"Ooooooh" he replied. That feels so fucking good Mrs. Spencer."

Just hearing him call me 'Mrs. Spencer' took me back to the reality of who I was. I was Mrs. Alexis Michelle Spencer, a 38-year old white, divorced ****** of a teen-aged ***. I'd earned two degrees in public relations and was an up-and-coming marketing strategist at a respected firm. And yet, there I was, on bended knee, in a motel room getting serviced on both ends by two horny black boys from my son's school.

It wasn't supposed to be this way. They were supposed to respect me as an adult. Teenagers were supposed to do things like thank you for offering them a glass of lemonade or for ordering pizza while they played video games with your ***. They weren't supposed to be feeding you their cocks and tongue-teasing your pussy while you begged for more. If only my office colleagues could see me now, I'm sure they'd get a kick out of watching the office tease being trained as a willing cock slut.

Continuing my work on his anal opening, I let Shawn's pole slip out of my mouth, leaving a trail of pre cum and saliva dangling from my chin. As Deon continued to jab his tongue in and out of my throbbing pussy, I carefully and lovingly licked the sides of Shawn's rod, making sure he could see my long tongue slithering up and down and around the base. Once I worked my way back up to the tip of his penis, I hungrily swallowed him hole again.

"Ooooooh **** Mrs. Spencer." He cried out in delight.

Meanwhile I could feel Deon lining up his cock against my hole and I knew what was coming next. I spit out Shawn's tool and looked back over my shoulder at Deon as I lowered my thong-covered ass back to ground. He immediately understood.

"Let me fuck you Mrs. Spencer." He replied while stroking his meaty cock in his hands.

I took Shawn back in my mouth as I lifted my ass in the air and braced myself for the intrusion of the black monster. Deon locked his hands on my shoulders and slowly slid inside me.

"Oh fuck yesssss..." I purred around Shawn's cock as Deon's monster plowed into me doggy style. I arched my back and allowed my ass to jut further into the air. From that angle it didn't take long until the sound of Deon's thighs clapping against my ass cheeks filled the room.

I guess the sight of his friend plowing my pussy from behind must have been too much for him, as Shawn cocked his head back and dropped a quart of spunk down my throat. I swallowed most of it and the rest I allowed to pool on my tongue and dribble out of my pursed lips onto his spent cock. My head was jerking forward now in rhythm to Deon's violent thrusting, and I was started to get rug burns on my knees, but I was still able to cradle Shawn's softening rod in my hands and lick the remaining cum off the sides. Meanwhile, Shawn's eyes were open wide as he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

After, licking him clean, I rested my head in Shawn's lap and clutched his thighs as Deon really began to drive deep inside me.

"Unngh! Unngh! Unngh!" I cried out as he slammed into my wet cunt. My pussy made loud sloshing sounds as his steel pole tore through me with reckless abandon. Deeper and deeper he pounded me, clutching my shoulder with one hand and squeezing my juicy tits with the other until finally my body rocked with another knee buckling orgasm.

"You look so sexy in yo' high heels with yo' black panties pulled to the side Mrs. Spencer." Said Deon as he gave me three hard thrusts, stiffened and followed up my climax by emptying his load inside me.

He collapsed onto my back and I fell forward into Shawn's lap. I'd never felt so full and satisfied in my life.

After a quick shower, I returned to the room to see the boys passing the joint and around and partaking of the ******. They poured me a cup of cognac and ice and passed the pot to me. Even though I knew I could lose my job if I had to take a **** test, I still took a deep pull of the weed and allowed it to flow through my lungs. The buzz was instant. I surprised myself further by quickly chasing it with a shot of cognac. I'd decided to ride this night out to its full extent. We were sitting in that motel room living out a fantasy. They had a sexy white MILF who would do anything they wanted her to, as long as they instructed her properly. And I had two young studs, with juicy black cocks dangling between their legs, waiting to take turns on me. I didn't care about holding anything back.

After we finished our ****** and most of the weed, we all three lay back on the same bed, completely naked except for my black panties, which Deon insisted I put back on after I came out of the shower. I figured it must be a fetish thing for him.

Soon we were curled up on the bed with me in the middle. Shawn told me to let him play with my breasts and I agreed. Deon told me to let him rub his cock against my pussy and I allowed him access. Soon Shawn was licking and sucking my breasts while Deon rubbed his hardening pole along my slit. It felt incredible what they were doing to me. Deon softly kissed the back of my neck as Shawn kissed the front.

"Jerk my dick." Shawn whispered in my ear.

"Mine too." Deon added.

I took both of them in my hands; Shawn's in front and I reached behind me for Deon's. I gripped both shafts and stroked them lovingly as they moaned and continued to grope and kiss my body. I could feel both boys getting harder as I gently stroked them in my hands. I placed Deon's cock on my thigh and ran my fingertips slowly up and down its length. Then I took my index finger and gently trailed it along the sides of Shawn's member with a feather touch, causing him to close his eyes and grit his teeth.

"Let me fuck you Mrs. Spencer." Shawn winced while I continued teasing his hardness.

I nodded my head and guided his shaft to my warm pussy lips. I'd had Deon's cock earlier but after sucking him off for so long, I wanted desperately to feel Shawn inside me too. As I placed the tip of Shawn's rod by my opening, I felt Deon slide my thong panties to the side allowing Shawn to press inside me. I could still feel Deon behind me kissing my neck, nibbling my ears, and rubbing my shoulders as Shawn sank into my steaming wet cunt. To my delight, he didn't rush anything. He made slow deliberate strokes, pushing deep inside me and allowing me to grind my hips against him. He fucked me like a long lost lover and I craved his hardness. The combination of his slow strokes and Deon's mouth on my neck and back was incredible. These boys were driving me to the edge of sexual insanity! After a few more strokes of Shawn's cock, I came for the third time. Spasms rippled through my body as I pulled Shawn close and locked my leg over his thigh.

As my orgasm subsided, Deon reached around to gently cup my breasts while Shawn continuing slow-pumping inside me. Then I felt Deon get up out of bed and walk away. Meanwhile Shawn was still probing my pussy with his manhood and I was still holding him close, combing my fingers through his frizzy hair and building up to another orgasm.

I could hear Deon fidgeting around in his backpack. I figured he must be getting more weed, but suddenly he was back on the bed, showering my neck and back with kisses and making me shiver on Shawn's cock. Shawn was stroking me deeper and deeper and kissing me passionately on the neck and lips. There was so much going on at once, I almost didn't notice when Deon spread my ass cheeks and ran a finger along the crack. I jumped at his touch causing me to lurch forward and impale myself deeper on Shawn's rock hard shaft. He responded by smiling and continuing his slow, rhythmic cock massage.

Soon I began to feel a cool sensation on my anus and Deon began working his fingers inside my ass.

"Ooooooh" I moaned seductively as I looked over my shoulder and saw Deon applying a coat of lube cream all over his black snake while he twisted his fingers deeper inside my puckered hole.

"Let me fuck yo' ass while Shawn is taking care of that pussy." Said Deon into my ear.

"Okay." I replied without thinking.

I'd done anal before, so when I'd looked behind me and saw Deon rubbing lubricant on his shimmering cock, I'd already known what he was planning. And although I'd seen some double penetration scenes on some of Brad's porn videos, I'd never done one myself. Even though I'd just agreed to take both boys at the same time, I wasn't 100% sure that I wanted to go through with it.

But Deon left me no time to debate my decision, as he grabbed my thigh and slowly sunk the head of his monster into my asshole. Once he broke though my ring, I tensed up and let out a silent scream. Deon's hot pole was stretching my ass wide open and I frantically began clawing at Shawn's shoulders, which caused Shawn to slow his pace but continue his stroking nonetheless.

"Deon!" I yelled out as my asshole was suddenly on fire. "Hold on. I can't..."

"This is my ass remember. Whenever, however I want." He replied as he thrust his hips forward and drove another 3 inches inside me."

He was right. It was his ass. Even with my attempts to control things, the bottom line was I had to let him do what he wanted eventually. If he wanted to fuck my ass, there was nothing I could do but let him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh! *****" I replied as both he and Shawn began to pick up the pace and find a rhythm with their strokes.

For the next few minutes both boys moaned into my ears and rocked me back and forth on their cocks. The pain in my ass gradually disappeared and was soon replaced by the euphoric feeling of two thick hunks of meat sliding like mechanical pistons inside me. I contorted and twisted my body between them, screaming out their names alternately, as each time one pulled back, the other one would sink inside. My screams of pleasure soon turned into growls of sexual cock lust as they pressed me flat between them, making me feel like the cream in the middle of a double stuffed Oreo cookie or a sizzling pan-seared filet on a cock bread sandwich.

After a few more minutes, Shawn's slow stroke was gone and had been replaced by hard, intense thrusts that made my ass jiggle on Deon's pole. I knew he was on the verge, so remembering the effect I'd had on him earlier, I slid my finger down his back and into the crevice of his muscular ass.

"Oh *****" Shawn groaned and suddenly his movements stopped as his muscles flexed and he poured his load inside me.

I moaned and kissed his neck while Deon continued thumping my asshole. After catching his breath, Shawn started kissing and licking my breasts, which felt great but when Deon bit me at the base of my neck, I lost it. I gasped for air and shuddered violently as my pussy coated Shawn's softening cock with a flood of juices.

"My turn." Deon said as he gripped my limp shoulders and hammered away at my asshole. I could feel the kinetic energy rippling through my ass cheeks as they bounced and jiggled in response to Deon's thrusts. All you could hear in the room were our groans and the thunder clapping of my ass cheeks each time they smacked against Deon's thighs.

"Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!" He cried out as he sank to the bottom of my ass and spilled his seed.

The intensity set off another mini-orgasm in me and I clenched my ass around his thick pole, milking him dry.

"You're too deep in my ass Deon," I whispered. "I can't move."

"Better yours than Kyle's," he replied just as he grunted and shot the last spurt of his hot, sticky semen deep in my bowels. I didn't appreciate the comment about Kyle, but I was in no position to argue seeing as how I was still impaled on his rod.

Exhausted, we lay in the bed for almost an hour with both softening cocks still imbedded in my holes. As I watched them drift in and out of *****, I couldn't help but feel emotionally connected to them. At that moment, they weren't two evil black boys that had blackmailed me into being their personal white MILF slut. They were my lovers. I found myself relishing the feeling of warmth and security their warm bodies provided as I lay there, pressed between them and soon I drifted asleep.

I woke up to see Shawn checking messages on his cell phone. Deon was still asleep behind me with his hand clutching my breast. In a panic I rose up and looked at the clock but was relieved to see it was only a little after midnight. I figured I'd better be getting home so I got up and went to the shower.

I got in the shower and let the warm water wash away the sweat and cum from my body. Even though I was sore and could barely stand, it felt incredible. My mind drifted back to the events from earlier and soon I found myself sliding a finger inside my slit and working myself towards another orgasm. Hadn't I had enough? What the fuck was wrong with me?

Suddenly, I heard the bathroom door open and I pulled back the curtain to see who it was.

"Let me fuck you Mrs. Spencer." Shawn said as he stepped inside the shower curtain, completely naked. Luckily my greedy pussy was ready for some more work after my fingering, so I didn't mind another round. My lust filled eyes roamed over his body and eventually focused on his cock. It was rock hard. I nodded my head, grabbing his hardness and leading him into position behind me.

"Oooooooh yeah." He moaned as he sank inside me.

I wrapped my hands around the base of the showerhead faucet and let him have at my naughty cunt. I was hoping he wouldn't go so slow this time, for as much as I had enjoyed his slow deep stroking earlier, my throbbing pussy was now in dire need of a severe pounding. He didn't disappoint. He reached around to cup my breasts in his hands and proceeded to fuck me like a mad man. It was all I could do to hold on to the showerhead to keep from falling as he relentlessly thumped my pussy with his steel rod.

He nailed me standing doggy style for about 10 minutes before bringing me to another climax and then another 5 minutes before dropping his load in my cunt. It was only after he pulled his rod out of me, did I notice the water had run ice cold.

After leaving the shower, I got dressed to go home. However, before he would allow me to leave, Deon made me drop to my knees and suck him off in my work clothes. Desperately wanting to hurry up and get home, I serviced his black monster like a cock sucking pro, bobbing my head and making slurping noises so loud, I was sure they could be heard from two doors away. Sure enough, it didn't take long before he grabbed me by the hair, stiffened out and jerked his load all over my face and tits. He finished it off by placing his spurting cock on top of my head and allowing the rest of his sperm to drizzle into my hair. He then made me massage his balls as he rubbed his thick snake back and forth over my hair, conditioning my scalp with a **** load of protein.

"That's for threatening to call the police on me earlier," he sneered. "Don't pull that **** again. I don't care if you are at work, you still belong to me. We clear on that?"

I nodded my head.

Seeing me on my knees, obediently sucking cock in my work clothes must have re-energized Shawn too. Soon I was giving a repeat performance, swallowing Shawn's rod over and over, while he massaged my tits. Shawn was looking like he was going to last a while, but I remembered what to do. I dipped a finger in his anus and he howled like a coyote. His pole erupted, sending skyscraper shots into the air and he made sure to get plenty of it on my face, hair and boobs. ****! It was starting to look like I would never get home!

After Shawn's balls were emptied, I stood to my feet and headed for the bathroom. I'd wanted to clean the spunk off of my hair and clothes, but Deon told me not to. He then ordered me to go to the convenience store across the street and bring him back 200 dollars from the ATM. He said if I went anywhere else or I came back and it looked like I'd tried to clean up, he would see that I regretted it.

I was caught off guard by money being added to the blackmail but I was just ready to get home at that point. So I went to my car and drove across the street to the store. There was one customer inside, but I waited until he walked out and drove away before I got out the car. If Deon hadn't specified that I go to this store, I could have driven to my bank's drive thru ATM a few blocks away and not have to worry about being spotted. Plus I could have avoided the convenience fees.

I walked inside and quickly made my way to the ATM against the back wall. Thankfully the machine was far enough away from the clerk attending the register, so I was pretty sure he wasn't getting a clear look at my cum-coated appearance. Just as I was finishing my transaction I gathered my card and money and turned for the door. But before I could dart out, there was the creepy desk clerk from the motel blocking the doorway. ****! He must have finished his shift and was on his way home.

As I stood frozen in shock, he looked me over from head to toe and flashed that rotten-toothed grin. He then shot me a wink and said, "Having fun?"

I could only imagine the perverted thoughts in his mind as I bolted past him and into my car. I sped off the parking lot, trying to make sense of things but the truth was, I was the one being perverted. No matter what sick thoughts the creepy desk clerk would go home and jerk off to later, they'd probably be nothing compared to what I'd already done with Deon and Shawn. I was the sick one.

I returned to the motel and gave Deon his money. He and Shawn walked me to my car, both of them groping and squeezing my sore ass until I made it to the car and plopped behind the steering wheel. Before I could pull away, Deon made me roll down my window and fish his manhood out of his pants so I could kiss his cock and balls goodnight. These boys were really starting to get on my nerves! But what choice did I have? After looking around to see if anyone was watching, I did as I was told. After I finished with Deon, Shawn walked over and I did the same for him, kissing his shaft and lifting it slightly so I could place a little wet kiss on both balls.

By the time I finally I returned home it was around 3 AM. The last thing I wanted to have happen was for Kyle to see me with my rug-burned knees, ragged and covered in cum stains so I went through the side entrance and darted into the downstairs guestroom. I used the guest shower, toweled off and grabbed one of my old robes from the spare closet. I then threw my cum-stained clothes in the hamper and stumbled into the kitchen where I found a note from Kyle taped to the fridge.

'JENNY AND HER PARENTS ARE PICKING ME UP TOMORROW MORNING AROUND SIX, SO I WILL PROBABLY BE GONE WHEN YOU WAKE UP. I WILL CALL YOU TOMORROW AFTERNOON FROM THE CAMPSITE.

LOVE, KYLE'

I'd completely forgotten about Kyle going camping with Jennifer and her family that weekend. At least it meant I would get to ***** in. I staggered up the stairs, walked into my room and collapsed across the bed. As soon as my face hit the mattress, I was out like a light.

The next morning I woke to the sound of hard knocking downstairs. It was about 8 o'clock so I knew Kyle had already left. I pulled on a pair of panties and bra, fastened my robe and headed downstairs. I looked through the peephole and could see it was Kyle's ******, Brad.

I groggily opened the door.

"Kyle's not here."

"I know. I came to see you."

"Now's not a good time Brad. Call me later when---"

Suddenly Brad ****** his way through the door, grabbing me by my throat.

"Brad!" I cried out in desperation. "What the hell are you doing?"

SMACK!

He'd responded by giving me a hard slap across my cheek and I fell in a heap to the floor. He stepped completely inside and locked the door behind him. As I lay on the floor, holding my hand up to my cheek, he leaned down and slapped me again.

SMACK!

This time, it stung twice as hard.

"Black dudes? You spent half the night in a hotel room with two black boys?"

"Brad. I don't know..."

"Shut up you lying bitch before I slap the taste out of your mouth. So that's why you won't let me fuck you? You're saving it for them?"

"Brad...stop. I can..."

"You can what? Explain? Explain why you're fucking two boys from Kyle's school?"

A look of sheer panic crawled over my face as I saw the disgust in his eyes.

"Yeah. That's right. I recognized them. They're football players. What you do, agree to fuck the whole team?"

"No...I..."

SMACK!!!

He sent me tumbling back to the floor.

"I bet you've still got their cum leaking out of your whore pussy right now huh?" He said while unbuckling his pants and whipping out his cock. "But that's okay. I might as well join in on the fun too.

"Brad...please. Please leave before I..."

"Before you what? Call the police? Go ahead. But I want you to know, I've got video of you kissing and licking their cocks in the parking lot before you left. The clarity is a little grainy, but you can definitely make out your license plate. How about I send a copy to your parents or maybe your boss? Maybe I'll show it to our ****"

"Brad please." I said, trying to crawl to my feet. "Just leave. It's a long story and I'll tell you what happened. But I need you to leave."

"You don't get it do you?" he asked while flexing his penis inches from my face. "I run the show now. I've been trying to get back inside your little pussy ever since I left. But you've been having your fun, teasing me. Making me beg, only to send me home with a hard cock."

"Brad I'm sorry..."

SMACK!!!

He sent me crashing to the floor again.

"Kyle's gone for the weekend so I'm gonna spend all afternoon fucking your brains out. And from now on, I fuck you whenever I want to, for as long as I want to. Understand?"

"Brad..."

He grabbed me by my throat and held up his other hand to slap me. I'd had enough of that.

"Okay." I muttered.

He released my throat and grabbed me by my hair, dragging me over to the couch.

"I came over here yesterday to talk to you. Imagine my surprise to see you stepping out the house in a skintight business suit and high heels. Curiosity got the best of me so I followed you. I couldn't believe it as I watched you go pay for a room with some black guy sitting in your car." He said as he sat down on the couch and began removing his slacks. "I saw you go in the room with him. I decided to hang around in case you were in trouble, but then I see another black guy show up and he's got a bag of ice and *******"

"I can explain."

"I don't want your explanations slut. I don't give a **** why you're doing what you're doing. All I know is I have finally got you where I want you. Now take off that robe!"

He yanked my hair and I did what he asked, leaving me down to my bra and panties.

"Good slut." He said as he pinched one of my nipples. "I see you've been keeping in shape. Now it's time for us to start our fun. You may think you're a whore now, but by the time I'm done with you, I promise you will know the true meaning of the word."

And with that he pressed my head down to his cock. I opened my mouth and took him inside, something I never thought I'd be doing again. But lately, I'd been doing a lot of things I never would have imagined doing.

Brad brought his hand to the back of my head and ****** me up and down on his glistening penis. It was then that I realized, it was happening again. Just like Kyle and Jennifer, I was sucking cock on the living room couch!

He tried to ***** me with his pole, but he had no idea how much practice I'd been getting with cocks much larger than his. Besides, while he was looking down at me with contempt, pumping his rod in and out of my lips, I was already thinking of a plan to get my revenge.

Arrogant fuck. He may have had the upper hand now, but soon he'd be wishing he'd never fucked with me again. I just needed to suck and fuck my way through this afternoon first.

"Oh yeah...suck it slut."

As I continued working my ex-husband's cock in and out of my mouth I found myself growing more and more disgusted with him. There he was, flexing his hips upward and mauling my hair, confident that I had no choice except to submit to him. He kept looking down at me with that satisfied smirk. He thought he'd won. But Brad had no idea how far I was willing to go to get him out of my life.

"Oh...oh...fuck yeah." He groaned and shot his salty load into my mouth. "Swallow it all slut. Don't miss a drop."

I did as he asked, slurping every drop of his foul seed into my throat. Brad fell back on the couch completely spent. Then he pulled my face to his scrotum and made me lick his nut sack. I almost ********** as he pressed my head into his crotch and ground his balls all over my face. He wanted to completely humiliate me. After a few minutes of that, he finally shoved my head away and stood to his feet.

"Go take a shower slut and clean out all of your holes real good." He sneered. "I wanna make sure you don't have any of those black boys' cum still left in you when I have my turn."

Humiliated, I stood to my feet and headed upstairs. I started to curse him, but my face was still swollen and sore from where he'd slapped me around earlier. I decided to just suffer my fate and make it through my ordeal.

"Oh, and put on some sexy underwear for me sweetheart," he added.

Sweetheart? The nerve.

I couldn't believe that Brad had followed me to the hotel when I went to meet Deon. While I was up in the room being double fucked by Shawn and Deon, he'd been sitting outside in his car the whole time. The bastard even had video of me getting in my car, rolling down my driver's side window and kissing their cocks before I left.

When we were married, Brad cheated on me every chance he got with his bubble-breasted assistant Nadia. After our messy divorce, I started hitting the gym like a fanatic and got into the best shape of my life. I made sure that every time he came by to pick up Kyle for his weekends, I wore something revealing to show off my newly toned figure. Since then he'd been on a mission to get back in my panties. By following me to the hotel, he now had the evidence to blackmail me into being his cock slut. The problem was I had already agreed to be Deon's cock slut. There just wasn't enough of me to go around!

After my shower I threw on my red lace bra with matching thong and went downstairs to the living room. Brad was naked on the couch sipping a glass of scotch on ice.

"You look lovely darling. Would you like a ******"

"You know I don't ***** before noon." I responded.

"I know. I just figured it might help you loosen up a little." He replied. "You seemed a little frigid a few minutes ago when I was shoving my cock in your throat. Tell me, were you frigid last night when you sucked off those black boys? How did they get you to relax?"

His mocking words cut like a knife. I hated the thought of him having the upper hand over me. With Deon, it was like a taboo fantasy come to life. Though I'd fought to resist the idea, it actually turned me on, allowing a young black boy to have complete control of my body. With Brad, it sickened me to think that I'd be submitting to this asshole who'd wrecked our family with his infidelity and lies. Before this day if they was one thing I'd been certain of, it was that Brad would never get to touch me again. Now here I was presenting myself to him, wearing matching lingerie and waiting for his next command. I wanted to throw up.

He motioned for me to come over to him so I did. He smiled as I walked to the couch and stood in front of him. I could see his cock starting to stir as he gazed over my body.

"Put these on." He said, reaching down and handing me a pair of high heels. My eyes widened as I realized they were the same ones I'd worn to the hotel.

"I noticed they were on the floor in the guest room." He continued. "You must have kicked them off when you came home last night."

He was right. I'd dashed in the house hoping to avoid Kyle and undressed as quickly as I could. He must have gone in the room and picked them up while I was upstairs.

I took the shoes and snapped them around my ankles.

"Very nice." He said while sliding a hand up my thigh. I shuddered under his touch.

"Brad, can we just get this over with?" I asked. "I'm really tired."

"I'm sure you are." He shot back. "With all the black cock you took last night you must be exhausted. But don't worry. Nadia's out of town visiting her parents this weekend and her flight doesn't get in until tomorrow afternoon. We have all day to enjoy ourselves."

My body went limp as I realized that I would have to endure a full day of his *******.

"I am curious." He continued. "You were in that room for almost 8 hours. I mean I had time to leave and get a burger, I even fell a***** a couple of times and you still hadn't left. What were you doing that whole time?"

"What?" I replied slightly confused.

"I mean I know you were fucking, judging by that little display in the parking lot, but I need to know the details."

I couldn't believe that he actually expected me to recount the events that happened in that room. It was one thing to have him know that I was sneaking around with Deon. It was another to have to testify to it like I was on the witness stand.

"Brad. We're both adults. You know what I was doing." I replied.

His hand traveled up my thigh to the curve of my hip and his fingers snaked underneath the fabric of my panties. "I find out the ****** of my *** is in a hotel with two black boys for 8 hours, I think it's only fair that I should know exactly what happened." He replied and he continued massaging my hip, before sliding around to cup my ass.

"I can't do this." I responded. "If you wanna fuck me, I'll let you but I'm not..."

"Slut! Are you forgetting who's in control here? Or do I need to slap you around a little more to remind you?"

"No Brad. Don't hit me. It's just..."

"It's just nothing!" he replied, ********** pinching my ass. "I asked for details and you're going to tell me!"

I'd never seen his eyes so full of rage. As lousy as he'd treated me when we were together, he'd never threatened to hit me. There was more at play here than just his lust for me. Maybe seeing me that night was painful for him in some way. He might have even felt a little emasculated by the fact that his ex-wife would rather give herself willingly to two boys half her age than ***** with him.

I almost felt sorry for him until I noticed his cock twitching. Despite whatever jealousy or pain he was feeling, it was also quite obvious that he was getting excited at the thought of getting to hear exactly what Deon and Shawn had done to me that night. Humiliating me by having me confess to the details was going to be the ultimate turn-on for him. Not wanting to go through another round of slap boxing with him, I decided to give in to his questioning.

"What do you want to know?"

"Everything. From the beginning." He replied with an evil gaze.

"Okay." I took a deep breath. "Deon called me yesterday and told me to meet him at a hotel" I started.

"Uh huh." He replied and started rubbing my ass.

"I agreed to meet him at 7 o'clock. When I got there, I paid for the room and we went upstairs." His hand slid over my ass and in between the crevice.

"After we got there we talked for a while." I continued.

"What did you talk about?" His fingers moved to my slit causing me to moan.

"He told me the ground rules. He said I had to do whatever he told me to."

"Go on." Brad's other hand was on his cock now, slowly massaging the head.

"Then the other boy, Shawn came in. They made me strip for them."

"Did it turn you on, dancing for them like some whore in a strip club?" He asked, tugging his cock to life.

"Not at first. At first I was embarrassed. But then..."

"Then what?" he asked as he slipped two fingers inside my pussy.

"Ohhh..." I moaned in response. "They sat on the bed and pulled out their cocks."

"That excited you?"

"Yes. It did."

Brad began working his fingers in and out of my cunt. I could feel my juices begin to flow.

"Did they have big cocks?"

I was amazed that he would ask that, but as I watched him with his eyes closed, jerking his own shaft, I found it to be very arousing. His mind was working in a way that I'd never seen. He was touching a part of me that he'd never reached before just by talking to me. We'd never really talked during sex before and this was certainly the most foreplay I'd ever had with him. I was being turned on by the intensity of the moment as he played with my pussy and hung on my every word.

"Yes. Both of them are quite large."

"What happened next?" He asked.

His fingers slid further inside me and it was getting harder to focus on retelling my story. I grit my teeth and cooed like a naughty schoolgirl as my legs began to twitch under the urgency of his probing fingers.

"I stripped off my clothes, real slow. I started with my top, then I turned my ass towards them and slid off my skirt."

"Ohhh...go on," he moaned and gripped his shaft tighter, causing the huge vein that ran along its length to swell.

"After I stripped down to my underwear and high heels, I walked over to Shawn while he was pumping his cock and I put it in my mouth." I continued. "Then Deon got behind me and ate my pussy."

"Did he fuck you?" He asked.

"Yes. He fucked me doggy-style while I sucked Shawn's cock."

Brad shoved his fingers deep inside me ******* the air from my lungs.

"Did you swallow Shawn's cum?" he continued while diving inside my cunt and using his thumb to massage my clit. I took a couple of steps towards him, completely lost in my story. As he worked my pussy, I closed my eyes and imagined myself back in that room with Deon and Shawn.

"Most of it. It was just so much. Some of it spilled out of my mouth and I had to lick it up."

"Did you lick it all up like a good little slut?"

He picked up his pace and began ramming his fingers in and out. It was hard to focus on anything except the squishy noises coming from my cunt. I could feel my juices trickling down my thigh.

"Yes. I did." I replied. "And then Deon came inside me."

"Did you come?"

"Ahhh..." I replied as he added a third finger to my cunt. "Yes. Several times."

"Then?"

"Then...ahh...then we had some *******"

I intentionally left out the part about smoking the weed as I was sure Brad would probably try to use that as more ammunition for his blackmail.

"After that?"

"After that we laid back on the bed with me in the middle. I started stroking their cocks."

As I retold that part of the night, Brad responded by jerking his cock with more intensity. I had to admire the way he was handling both jobs at the same time, stroking himself to a full throbbing erection and maintaining the constant assault on my pussy. He'd never displayed that type of skill and attention to detail in our lovemaking.

"What happened next?" He continued. "Did you suck their cocks for them?"

"No, Shawn asked me to let him fuck me."

"And did you?"

I nodded my head and moaned into the air. I moved closer to Brad and watched his hand moving up and down his cock. The sight of him jerking himself on the couch, getting so turned on by my confession made me want to jump on top of him and ride him until he filled me with a gusher of cum. Even though he was using me, and even though I knew I would eventually make him pay for it, there was no denying that I was hornier for him at that moment than at any point in our entire marriage.

"Go on." He urged.

"While Shawn fucked me," I continued. "Deon started rubbing lube on his cock."

"He wanted to fuck your ass?" He asked as he plunged his fingers deep inside me, causing me to lurch forward and brace myself by placing my hand on his thigh.

"Yes."

"Did you let him?"

"Yes...ahhh." He started twisting his hand inside me. "I took both of them at the same time. Shawn in my pussy, Deon in my...in my...ahhh...ass."

"You fucking slut." He replied as he jabbed my cunt. My body was being rocked forward each time he plunged his way inside my hole. "How did it feel having two cocks inside you at once?"

"It felt incredible. Ahhh... I've never felt that full."

"And you came on their cocks didn't you?"

"Yesss...yesss..." I replied as he thundered away at my cunt with his fingers. "I came so hard on their big cocks...yesss...I couldn't help myself. It felt...so...ahhhhh...so good."

I felt my walls clench as I lifted my knee onto the couch, trying my best to give Brad full access to my dripping pussy. He didn't hesitate to take advantage.

He was four fingers deep in my womb as I threw my face into the sofa cushion. I came like a fountain on his hand, moaning and writhing on the couch like a bitch in heat. My body jerked for several seconds afterwards and I couldn't help but bite down on one of the sofa pillows.

After my orgasm passed, he removed his hand from my cunt and fed it to me. I swallowed his fingers like they were covered with ambrosia.

"Is that all?" He asked while watching me kiss and lick his hand.

"No. After that we fell asleep." I continued. "When I woke up, I took a shower. While the water ran over my body, I stuck my fingers in my pussy and started working them...working them in and out."

"You were still horny?"

"Yes. I needed more." On cue, Brad took his fingers out of my mouth and slid them back inside my leaking cunt.

"My pussy was aching for more cock." I continued. "Then Shawn came in the shower with me."

"And you let him fuck you again?"

"Yessss..." I purred as Brad's fingers slid back and forth over my clit. "I took his cock from behind standing up in the shower."

"You fucking slut. You loved it didn't you?"

"Yes. I would have let him fuck me all night, just like that. He fucked me so hard...so hard. Then he filled me with his cum. So much cum running down my legs."

Suddenly Brad grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, taking my hand and placing it on his cock. After I began to stroke it up and down he continued his questioning. "What did you do after he emptied his big black cock in you?"

"I got out of the shower and got dressed."

I could tell by Brad's stuttered breathing that he was on the verge of cumming. The thought of Deon and Shawn having their way with me was driving him insane with sexual rage. I knew my next comment would send him to the edge. I leaned over him so that my face was inches from his throbbing hard-on.

His cock might as well have been a microphone as I sped up the tempo on his rod and added, "But then Deon made me get on my knees and give him a blowjob."

"Ahhh..." Brad replied as he arched his back. "That black bastard made you suck his cock in your work clothes?"

"Yes." I responded as I ferociously pumped his meat. "Shawn too. They sprayed their cum in my hair and all over my clothes. There was so much cum all over me. It coated my face. It was dripping from my hair. It was everywhere. It was..."

"Ahhh...ahhh...fuck!" was his reply as he finally exhaled and released his load. The first spurt shot into the air and splashed against my face. The rest bubbled out of the head and drizzled over my hand.

Without being told, I leaned in and began to lick my sticky cum-coated fingers while gently stroking his cock, slowly bringing him down from his orgasmic high. His semen cascaded over my knuckles like a thick coat of bubbling lava. I'd never seen Brad shoot so much cum before and judging by the shocked look in his eyes, neither had he.

"Why did you do it?" He asked as I used my tongue to clean his spunk. "Why did you let them use you like that?"

I could have told him about seeing Kyle sucking Deon's cock that night in the living room and Deon using that to blackmail me. I could have told him about Deon ****** me at knifepoint in my kitchen. But I lied. I wanted to keep those facts to myself. He already had enough information to use against me as it was and I definitely didn't want to bring Kyle into the mix.

"It started when we'd go to the football games with Kyle and watch Deon play. I guess I became infatuated with him." I said, hoping my story wouldn't sound too unbelievable. But realizing the truth would have probably sounded even more far-fetched, I continued. "One day when Kyle wasn't home, Deon came by looking for him and I invited him inside. After some small talk he kissed me. One thing led to another and we had sex. It all started from there."

"Sick bitch!" He replied and pushed my head away from his cock. "Who would have thought that all that time I was married to an undercover cock slut?"

'Yeah, who would have thought indeed?' I pondered to myself and sat up on the couch next to him.

"Get your ass up and make me some breakfast or something." He replied with a shove that sent me to the floor. "I'm tired of looking at your face. You disgust me."

I couldn't believe his sudden change of attitude. Just moments ago he was stroking himself off while I told him the details of that night in the motel. Now he was acting as if the whole thing sickened him. After seeing that display, any sympathy I'd been feeling for him was gone. He was definitely going to pay for that!

I walked into the kitchen with thoughts of poisoning his food dancing in my head. But I had a better way to exact my revenge. I just needed a little time.

I made bacon, eggs and Belgian waffles for him. After he ate, he poured maple syrup on his cock and made me give him another blowjob to get him hard. After I slurped him to a full erection, he picked me up and threw me over the arm of the sofa. Before I could react or even brace myself, he rammed his cock up my ass.

"Owww! Brad stop!" I screamed.

"I bet you didn't tell Deon to stop." He replied with a grunt.

For the next 20 minutes he pumped my ass with his cock, with no regard for my feelings. He called me "slut", "whore" and "tramp" over and over. I could feel his balls slapping my cunt lips each time he drove inside me.

"You like that whore? You like a cock in your ass?"

I knew what he wanted to hear so I played along. "Yes. I want your cock Brad." I replied unenthusiastically.

His pace had quickened and I could tell he was about to shoot his load. I clawed the sofa and prepared to take a sticky cum blast up my ass.

"You fucking slut." He continued. "I work my ass off, paying you alimony and all the while you've got money to spend on a hotel room so you can fuck a couple of nigg--- ...ahhh....ahhh...ahhhhhhh!"

His racist rant was thankfully cut short by his orgasm. He flexed his hips a few times inside me, emptied his balls in my ass and pushed me off his cock.

"From now on you can forget about your little black cock fantasies. You belong to me now." He said as he stood up and walked to the bathroom. "It's gonna be just like old times with me fucking you and Nadia, except now she'll be the one I go home to and you'll be my little fuck toy on the side."

I watched him smile and stride off to the bathroom for a shower. Out of all the reasons I could think of to want to see him castrated, it was his arrogance that stuck out the most.

For the rest of the day, Kyle made me walk around the house in my lingerie. He made me serve him ****** and do submissive things like massage his back or kiss his feet. Occasionally I would have to give him a blowjob or ride his cock while he sat back on the couch watching TV.

He told me to make his favorite dinner, steak and home fries with homemade apple cobbler for dessert. As I was kneading the dough for the crust, he came up behind me and fucked my ass over the kitchen counter. I couldn't believe his stamina. When we were married, it was a miracle if he could get it up twice in one day. Now that I was his willing cock slut, he'd become a fucking machine!

With Nadia out of town, he ended up spending the night at my house, taking full advantage of my ****** my ass throughout the night. Several times he woke me up for a blowjob or so he could have at my cunt or my sore asshole. Watching him strut around my house with his arrogant smirk and his dangling cock on display, made me want to slit his fucking throat. It was pure hell.

The worst part was, before leaving the next morning; he had the nerve to make me lick out his asshole! He threw me on the living room floor and squatted on my face like I was a fucking toilet. As he jerked his cock and pressed my head into his cheeks, I felt a fiery rage boiling inside me, becoming more and more intense with each flick of my tongue across his anus. Once he shot his load, he rewarded me by blasting a sour fart in my face. I could hear his laughter bouncing off the walls as I ran upstairs to the shower. The sick fuck had to pay!

When I came back downstairs in my robe, he was fully dressed and standing by the door.

"I didn't want to leave before saying goodbye." He said. "Come give your ex-hubby a hug."

I walked over to him and he pulled me close, wrapping his arms around my waist. I played along just to get him out the door and slid my hands around his back.

"I would ask for a kiss," he snickered. "But I know where your mouth has been."

Bastard.

He then slid his hands down my back until he found my plump naked ass and gave it a squeeze. After that, he opened the door but before walking out, he jabbed a finger up my cunt and sneered, "I think I like you better as a slut. You should have fucked some black cock a long time ago. It might've saved our marriage."

He pumped his finger inside me a few times causing me to gasp and fall forward into his chest. I felt ashamed of myself as he worked two fingers inside me and I moaned into his shoulder.

"Alexis, look at you." He said into my ear. "Even after all the different cocks you've had inside you the past two days, you still can't get enough. You really are a fucking slut."

And with that, he yanked his finger out of my hole, pushed me aside and walked out of my house. Furious that I'd allowed my body to start giving in to him again, I slammed the door behind him, bolting it shut. Then I walked over to the window and I watched him through the blinds as he got in his car and backed out of my driveway.

As soon as I saw Brad pull out into the street and drive away, I put my revenge plan into action. I called Deon on his cell phone, practicing my 'damsel in distress' act while I waited for him to answer.

"Yeah." Said Deon after a couple of rings.

My pussy moistened and I almost came on the spot when I heard his silky voice come through the phone.

"Hey Deon. It's Mrs. Spen..."

"Yeah, I know who it is." He replied. "What you want, some more dick?"

Actually I did. But I had to stay focused.

"Deon, I called you because...because I didn't know who else to call..." I sniffled into the phone adding to the effect.

"What you talking about? You crying?" He asked.

"My ex-husband. He followed me to the motel Friday. He knows about us."

"And?"

"He came over yesterday...and...and..."

"What happened?"

"He slapped me around and ****** me to have sex with him. It was horrible."

There was a pause of silence as I waited for Deon's response. I continued sniffing into the phone, hoping that my plan was working.

"What does that have to do with me?" He replied. "Sounds like a per***al problem to be honest. One of them 'domestic disputes' or whatever. Since you like going to the police so much, I suggest you let them handle it."

Deon was going to be harder to manipulate than I thought. But I was undeterred.

"I can't," I responded. "He's blackmailing me. He has video of what we did in the parking lot. He told me I can't see you anymore."

I could tell my words had angered Deon as his low voice growled back, "I don't care what he has. You belong to me. Whenever I want you. That's what we agreed."

I smiled and replied, "I told him that, but he doesn't care."

I knew I had to make it per***al for Deon in order to make him want to get involved, so I continued. "He thinks I belong to him now. He said that if you ever come around me or my *** again, he's going to the police and he's going to tell them about you and Shawn ******** ******* and smoking weed. He says the publicity over this whole thing might mess up your football scholarship."

"What?

I knew I had him hooked. All I had to do was add on the finishing touches.

"I'm scared Deon. He keeps talking about he's going to make us pay for embarrassing him. He said he would make an example out of you."

"Okay baby girl. Calm down. I'll take care of this." He paused for a moment and then exhaled a deep breath. "I'm gonna make a few calls, then I'll get back with you. Alright?"

A calm settled over my body, as I knew my little act had gotten to Deon. "Okay." I replied in my meekest voice.

I hung up the phone and smiled. My plan was working like a charm. Even though I was Deon's cock slut, I now knew that I could manipulate him if I pushed the right buttons. Sure, it would probably take a while before I could completely turn the tables on him, but eventually I knew I would get the upper hand.

Despite all of his bravado and cunning, he was still an 18-year old boy in a grown woman's world. I was using my body to get men under my control when he was still in diapers. No matter what slutty acts he had in store for me in the near future, sooner or later I would be the one running the show.

But first things first, my asshole of an ex-husband had to pay. And I was going to use Deon to teach him a hard les***. He may have thought he was holding all of the cards, but Brad had no idea what he'd gotten himself into. Hell hath no fury like a cock slut scorned.

ma mère... ma femelle


L'histoire que je vais vous raconter est vraie... J'avais à cette époque 17 ans... presque 18 à vrai dire et ma mère 39 ans, elle m'a eu assez jeune et nous avons toujours été très complice. Mon père était déjà décédé, donc nous ne vivions que tous les deux dans notre appartement. J'ai eu pas mal de problème de santé dans mon enfance, rai*** pour laquelle ma mère était très attentive avec moi et comme j'ai subi de nombreuses interventions chirurgicales, j'ai des cicatrices sur le corps, auxquels m'a mère à dû prêter attention pendant une grande partie de mon enfance et adolescence...

Ma mère mesure 1.65m, elle est toute fine, très menu avec de petits seins mais un petit cul super sexy et elle a toujours porté des tenues très sexy et extravagantes... limite trop jeunes pour *** âge! mais elle a toujours fait plus jeune que *** âge... J'ai depuis mon début d'adolescence toujours été attiré par les femmes plus âgées que moi mais jamais je n'avais eu des vues sur ma mère... Enfin jusqu'à ce jour là !!!

Ce matin là, j'arrivais de ma chambre et me plaignais auprès de ma mère que mes cicatrices me faisaient mal... alors elle me dit qu'après le petit déjeuner, elle regarderait ça de plus près... Nous déjeunons donc mais les douleurs ne ***t plus vraiment présentes. Ma mère me dit vouloir tout de même jeter un coup d'oeil pour être rassurée.

Je m'allonge donc sur le canapé baisse mon bas de jogging, je ne partais pas de caleçon mais la nudité dans notre famille n'a jamais été un tabou... Mes cicatrices se trouvent juste au dessus de mon pubis... (Problème de vessie dans mon enfance). Ma mère se place sur le canapé à côté de moi et de ses doigts délicats parcourt le long de ma première cicatrice les sourcils froncés comme pour être sûr de ne rien manqué. A ce moment là, je ne sais pour quelle rai***, *** doigt me procure une décharge électrique si forte et inattendu que je me mets à bander aussitôt... Merde je deviens à ce moment là rouge de honte et ma mère bien que gênée... sourie. Elle me regarde dans les yeux et rigole, comme pour dédramatisé la situation... J'avoue que c'est la première fois que je bande devant ma mère et la situation est embarrassante mais ma mère continue de vouloir prendre ça avec légèreté et me dit "Mais c'est que tu es bien loti en plus mon fils!" et là, la honte m'envahit encore plus mais je bande encore plus fort... ma mère s'en aperçoit aussi et dit "C'est moi qui te fait cet effet là...?" Je ne sais que répondre mais je dois avouer qu'à ce moment précis, je n'ai su répondre que "oui, maman c'est toi... je suis désolé!" "Mais ce n'est rien mon fils, tu sais, c'est normal qu'à ton âge on est des érections mais je dois avouer que la tienne me trouble énormément..." Je ne sais que répondre. Ma mère laisse sa main glisser tout doucement le long de ma cicatrice qui longe mon sexe et arrive à *** embase... elle me dit "Tu aimerais que je fasses quelque chose pour faire passer cette envie? Mais dans sa voix, je sens qu'elle tremble et qu'elle aussi est en fait très gênée et a peur de ma réaction... je réponds ou plutôt je balbutie "heuuu oui je je je ne sais pas!"

Ma mère, délicatement caresse mon sexe en remontant ce qui a pour effet de le faire décoller... ma mère surprise de cette réaction a comme reflex de l'attraper à pleine main! A cette sensation je sens que mon coeur va défaillir, il bat vite... très vite et ma respiration s'entend franchement. Ma mère sent qu'elle fait quelque chose qu'elle ne devrait pas mais elle est comme *********** par ce sexe en érection qui ne semble plus appartenir à *** fils mais à un homme... comme si il avait réveillé chez elle sa libido d'un seul coup. Ma mère est d'abord hésitante mais me branle tout doucement le sexe et n'ose pas me regarder dans les yeux... Puis elle approche *** visage de ce bâton de chair et le hume avec ferveur... je suis tétanisé par la situation mais terriblement excité! Je suis à ce moment là incapable de savoir comment tout cela va finir, ni même je comprends comment cela à débuté!!!

Ma mère ne me regarde toujours pas et n'ose pas lire dans mon regard un quelconque signe... alors sa bouche s'ouvre et délicatement prends mon sexe dans sa bouche.... cette sensation est merveilleuse... tout mon corps est en émoi, je vibre sous les coups de langue experts de ma mère... mon dieu qu'elle est douée!!! Je ne vais pas tenir longtemps c'est sûr... elle le sait aussi et comme par instinct elle resserre *** emprise sur mon sexe et accélère *** va et vient... Des spasmes m'envahissent, mes deux mains s'agrippent à sa tête et ses cheveux... je tire dessus comme par reflex aussi, je suis dans un état second...Mon sexe est collé au fond de sa gorge, mes fesses se crispent et voilà que je décharge tout ce que j'ai... j'ai l'impression que c'est la première fois que je jouis! Ma mère avale les longs jets de sperme qui s'écoule... Elle ne laisse rien! Mes mains se relâchent tout doucement et sa bouche reprend tout doucement *** travaille comme pour se délecter mais je crois en fait qu'elle n'ose pas remonter et affronter mon regard... et la suite me donnera rai*** alors qu'elle me suce encore tout doucement, elle se met à pleurer!

Et moi, je suis là... allongé sur le canapé, le jogging en bas des chevilles, dans ma tête tout s'affole, qu'avons nous fait, pensais je? Ma mère décolle enfin sa bouche et ose enfin me regarder les yeux pleins de larmes et me dit "Excuse moi mon fils... excuse moi, je ne sais pas ce qui m'a pris!!!!!!" Je décide alors de la prendre dans mes bras et à ce moment là j'ai senti que les rôle s'étaient inversé... Seul la culpabilité qui nous habitait nous rappelait nos rôles respectif mais je n'étais plus *** fils mais bien un homme et ma mère une femme fragile dans mes bras.

Nous sommes restés dans les bras l'un de l'autre un moment et je m'excuse aussi de la situation et la rassure en lui disant que nous n'y sommes pour rien, que c'est arrivé et que maintenant il faut l'accepter mais elle pleure toujours et je ne sais comment la consolé.. Alors, je ne sais pas pourquoi mais très naturellement à ce moment là... je prends *** menton, le relève et je l'embrasse comme un homme l'aurait fait avec une femme. Elle se laisse faire... Je crois que nous sommes tous les deux ***né par la situation. Sa bouche s'entrouve et ma langue vient chercher la sienne et nous nous embras***s fougueusement comme deux amants. Mes mains glissent le long de *** corps, me voilà maintenant en train de prendre des initiatives... ma main gauche passe dans ses cheveux et penche sa tête pour mieux l'embrasser encore et du même coup je la fait se mettre à califourchon sur mes cuisses, j'enlève avec mes pieds mon bas de jogging tandis qu'elle m'enlève mon tee-shirt, je lui enlève sa nuisette par le haut et mes mains s'emparent de ses petits seins que je tiens pour la première fois de ma vie... elle est pratiquement nue sur moi puisque seul un string sépare sa chatte de mes cuisses... je suis fou d'excitation! je frotte et malaxe ses seins assez maladroitement mais l'effet est là... Sa respiration se fait plus intense. Mes mains lâchent ses seins, caresse *** dos et viennent terminer leur course sur ses fesses. Putain de merde, quel cul fantastique! (mais c'est ce que je me dit aujourd'hui en me rappelant ce souvenir car sur le moment, je suis tellement dans le feu de l'action que je n'y pense pas).

Ma mère me serre fort contre elle... Elle me tient par les cheveux, ma bouche est à côté de *** sein droit que je prends, suce, lèche avidement. Je l'entends me dire " ho oui mon chéri, ça me fait tellement du bien!" Je ne réponds rien et continue si bien bien qu'à nouveau je la penche et la fait basculer sur le dos dans le canapé. Ses jambes ***t autour de ma taille et tandis qu'une main s'accroche à *** cou l'autre glisse entre ses jambes toutes fines et vient terminer sa course sur sa vulve ou du moins *** string mais je constate qu'il est trempé... trempé de cette mouille si délicate et odorante et dont les effluves m'ensorcellent! j'écarte maladroitement ce bout de tissu et le premier doigt à toucher sa petite chatte provoque chez elle un spasme... sa tête penche se plaque en arrière et *** corps se cambre sous la simple pulsion de mon doigt sur *** bouton... C'est divin de la voir ainsi se cambrer sous les ordres de mon doigt! Ce n'est bien sûr pas ma première histoire avec une femme, j'ai donc bien reconnu *** clitoris qui à ce moment là était en feu. Je l'embrasse et ma bouche descend le long de *** cou, de ses seins, de *** corps pour finir là... précisément là où ma main se trouvait quelques secondes avant. Sa respiration devient alors plus forte... plus haletante. J'entends des hummm... mmmmm hummmm oui encore mais ses mots ***t étouffés, elle n'ose les exprimer au grand jour... ce serait comme révéler ce qui est en train de se produire... un *******! Mais celui-là est très naturel et pour le coup... consentant.

Ma langue la lèche avec insistance et ses légers hummm deviennent des grognement de plus en plus expressif et soudain elle lâche prise... et tout *** corps se cambre à nouveau. Elle vient de jouir grâce à ma bouche et mon dieu que j'ai aimé ça... Voir jouir ma mère est un sentiment plus que délicieux, je succombe d'amour et de joie de la mettre dans un tel état. Je la laisse reprendre ses esprit et un peu de repos et l'embrasse dans l'entre-cuisse, ses mains ***t dans mes cheveux, je relève la tête et la découvre les yeux mi-clos et le visage ouvert par la jouissance procurée.

Je bande toujours aussi dur... ma mère le sent, le voit et semble aussi vouloir encore profiter de se moment alors je remonte et dirige mon sexe tout droit devant l'entrée de cette vulve dont les chairs ***t rouges écarlates et qui m'a vu naître, sa chatte est toute dégoulinante, trempée et ouverte mais surtout excitée! Je rentre doucement... centimètre par centimètre, je remonte le visage et plonge mes yeux dans les siens, elle a tout lâché maintenant et s'abandonne complètement en relevant encore plus ses jambes de façon à me faciliter l'entrée de sa chatte. Et là, je reste surpris de constater que ma mère et bien moins étroite que ce à quoi je m'attendais... non sa chatte est large et accueillante mais bizarrement je la remplis complètement. Elle mouille tellement pendant mes va et vient que la mouille va se déposer sur mes couilles... je crois halluciner tellement le plaisir de faire l'amour à ma mère est grand! J'accélère ma cadence et elle me laisse imprimer le rythme qui me convient et s'en délecte... elle pousse maintenant des petits cris que j'aime déjà entendre. Elle relève encore ses jambes qui terminent posées sur mes épaules, j'accélère maintenant tellement que je lui défonce littéralement sa chatte et je l'entends crier "Ouuiiii ouiiiii vas mon chérie ouiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii" Ma mère est en train de jouir et moi de balancer mes hanches à fond contre les siennes... le désire monte soudain ***********, je me cambre, me crispe... ma mère râle de plaisir quand je sens que je vais éjaculer à nouveau... je m'immobilise, ses yeux s'ouvrent, ses pupilles ***t dilatés, les miennes aussi j'imagine et je jouis en criant presque de toutes mes ******. Nous sommes exténués tous les deux, mes bras se relâchent... ses jambes redescendent et ma bouche tombe contre la sienne qui s'ouvre également et nous nous embras***s. Nous sommes resté collé comme ça pendant 10 minutes environ, sans rien dire. Puis je me suis relevé et nous nous sommes regardés avec un sourire complice et plein de malice.... Depuis ce matin là, nous n'avons cessé d'avoir des rapports de plus en plus sexuels, de plus en plus débridés... Nous sommes devenus de vrais amants dans notre intimité mais chacun savait reprendre *** rôle quant il le fallait !

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Discovery


I decided to knock off from work early one Friday afternoon. My plan was to go home and relax by the pool we had in the back of the house. When I pulled into the driveway I saw my *** Rob's car and his friend Chris's car parked there. I went inside the house, but I didn't see or hear either of the boys. When I went into the kitchen I looked out of the window facing the pool. That is when I saw both of them.

Chris was lying on a deck chair naked and my *** Rob was on top of him. Rob was riding Chris's bare cock. My jaw nearly dropped when I saw them both. Chris was sliding his big pecker into my ***'s greedy asshole. I was shocked and I hate to admit it, excited. I realized my cock had gotten hard in my pants. I actually reached down and felt my rod through the outside of the pants material.

I watched for the longest time. Rob was sliding up and down on his friend's cock as Chris was piledriving his ass. After a few minutes I heard Chris cry out, "I am cumming!" Rob threw his head back as his friend blew a huge load of seed into his asshole. I could see Chris's warm cum dripping from Rob's ass as they had finished fucking.

I had to gather myself and head back to my car so I couldn't be seen by either of them. I drove around for over an hour thinking about what I had just seen. I hate to say it, but my cock was rock hard the whole time. After I figured the coast was clear I drove back to the house. When I entered Rob was lounging on the couch with just a pair of shorts on. "Hi Dad," he said to me. "Hi ***," I replied back.

My eyes were on Rob's crotch the whole time. My nineteen year old *** had certainly grown up. Looking down at Rob I could feel my cock stirring in my pants. I didn't quite know what to do to cover it up. I think Rob saw my erection through the material. I just had to say something and I did. "I saw you and Chris back at the pool earlier," I told him.

"So now you know, I guess." Rob's hand went down to the front of his shorts and he started to rub there. It was if he was trying to entice me to do something. "Did you get excited Dad?" I had to gulp hard when Rob asked me that question. I had to admit to myself that I had gotten very hard watching them both. Rob then reached inside the waistband of his shorts and started to slide them down to his feet.

Rob's cock was now exposed to me and his cock was hard and lying flat against his stomach. "Why don't you get comfortable Dad," Rob told me. I stood there for a long moment before I started to undo my trousers. I let them fall to the floor and then I pulled my shirt off. My cock was standing straight and proud and Rob had his eye on it the whole time.

Rob then swung around onto his backside. He drew his legs up and his ass was pointed at me. I knew what I wanted to do. I walked over to the couch and took a good look. I then knelt in front of my ***'s ass. I think we were both breathing hard right then. I took Rob by his ankles and I pushed then back towards his chest. He was now totally exposed to me. My cockhead was just inches from his entrance. "Do it Dad, please," Rob told me.

I pushed the head of my cock into place and I entered my ***'s bottom. I was surprised how easily I was able to slide in. In a few seconds my cock was buried all the way into my ***'s hole. We both just took a moment to reflect and then I began to stroke Rob's ass. It was slow at first then I sped up. Rob was taking every inch of my thick rod into his tight ass.

Rob's ass muscles began to grip me hard and I slammed my ball sacs against his ass cheeks. "Oh fuck!" Rob cried out. I was now pounding my ***'s hole and was enjoying every second of it. I pushed his legs even further to his chest and was getting deep as was humanly possible. Sweat was pouring from my body as I ploughed deep into Rob's bottom. I could hardly believe what I was doing. I just could not bring myself to stop or to slow down.

I just had to have my ***'s ass right then. I knew I was stretching him with my dick. You could hear skin slapping against skin as we fucked there on the couch. I had totally lost my mind now. I never wanted this to end. Unfortunately, I was so carried away I lost control of my urges. I knew I was close and I knew I should have pulled out and cum on Rod's chest, but I couldn't bring myself to do that.

I roared like a bull in heat and then shot my sticky load into my ***'s greedy ass. Rob had lost it also and his ass muscles were milking my hot seed from my shaft. We just kept fucking like crazy until my dick was spent from all my cum squirting into Rob. I started to slow down and after awhile my cock went soft and I pulled out with a plopping noise.

Looking down I saw all my white cream spilling out of my ***'s ass and onto the sofa. I must admit my body was shaking and so was Rob. I couldn't recall a sex session that was hot as the one my *** and I just performed. I finally stood up and Rob got to his feet. We went into the bathroom and cleaned all the spunk up that we could and then cleaned up the sofa as well.

I told Rob his ****** must never find out or ever catch us fucking. He understood perfectly what I told him. A few days have passed now and all I can do is think of fucking my *** again. Rob told me he wants to do it again with me as soon as possible and maybe we can have a threesome with his friend Chris as well. It looks to be a long summer ahead for me and my erect cock.

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Revenge Chip


Tricia held my hand and guided me into the porno booth, closing the door behind us.

"This one's my favorite. There are glory holes on both sides for twice the fun!" she cooed.

"So you're going to put on a little show for me?" I asked excitedly.

"No, you're going to put on a show for me," she giggled, and slid a hand behind my ear. I felt a prick and a heard a high pitched beep.

"Hey, what was that?"

"Nothing," she giggled and brought her hand down to the crotch of my pants.

I couldn't help but smile. "What kind of show do you want to see?"

"Well you're going to put your asshole up to one of those glory holes and your mouth up to the other and satisfy any big boys that come to call on you."

I took a step back from her. "Hey, I'm not like that."

"Don't worry I know. That's the whole point. You don't have to like it. You're just going to have to do it because that's what's expected of you. Just like us women do."

"What? Why?"

"Because you're a man, and men need to be taught a lesson. You need to know what its like to be a woman. You need to see how your gender humiliates us and treats us like slaves and urinals. You're going to be treated just like a little whore. They're going to emasculate you and I'm going to get off watching it." Her smile was no longer sweet and innocent it was cruel and evil.

"No way," I laughed and turned back toward the door. "You're crazy. I'm out of here."

"No you're not," she responded strictly. Another beep sounded from behind my ear.

My hand froze on the door handle. I tried to move it but I couldn't.

"Come back over here."

My feet turned me around- completely against my will.

"I call it the revenge chip- that thing I put behind your ear. It's going to help me teach you your lesson. Fun, huh?" She wrapped her arms around my neck and moved her lips close to mine. "Kiss me," she whispered.

I moved my lips to hers and parted her lips with my tongue. My cock even stiffened in my pants. I didn't even have enough ground to fight for control.

"Revenge for what?" I asked when our lips finally parted. "Against men? I've never even met you; you can't judge us all because you've had some bad luck."

She let go of me and stepped away, her smile turned to a look of disgust. "But I'm not judging you all. No, I built that chip for you, Matthew."

Instant fear washed over me. "How do you know my name?"

"Because you have met me before. You just don't remember me because I didn't mean **** to you. You just used me, and humiliated me, and worse than that, you orchestrated the worst moments of my life."

"I think you're confusing me for someone else. I swear, I've never seen you before."

"Are you sure? You've never seen me?" She pried.

"Yes, I swear. I think I would remember someone as hot as you." If all else fails, suck up.

"Are you really sure, Matt? Think about it. Are you sure you've never met me. Not even at a bachelor party two years ago?"

The ***** drained from my face so fast it made me dizzy. "The bachelor party?" I stammered through a dry throat.

"Bingo. Roger's bachelor party at Medieval Times Buffet. I was the stripper, remember? And I danced around and pretended to make eyes at all you little boys while you stuffed dollars in my panties and we all had a good time. Then while you all got your food they put me in the stocks. That was all so much fun. That's what I agreed to when I was hired. But it was what happened next that ruined my life, Matthew. And now it's going to ruin yours."

"I- I'm sorry."

"Don't interrupt the story, its such a good one. Do you remember what happened next? I bet you do. I would be offended if you didn't."

"I-"

"Roger found the lock to the stocks , and he slipped it on and trapped me in there. That didn't bother me too much. You boys were just having your fun. But then all the guys started whooping and cheering. You were behind me then. I couldn't even turn around to see you but I felt you. You slid off my panties and threw them to your buddies. Then I heard you unzip your pants. That's when it took a decidedly darker turn.

"They would all line up to take their turn with me. To ***** their cocks in my mouth, or my pussy, or my ass while I was helpless in that device. But you were the first- It was your great idea to pull down your pants and shove your little sausage into my snatch. You told them how good it was, how hot and tight and made up **** about how I was milking your cock. You egged them on to line up behind you, and they did. They called your name and cheered from behind you as you were the first to shoot your unwelcome seed into a pussy that was way out of your league. And then you came around in front of me- That was the first time I got a good look at you- and you held my nose until I opened my mouth, and you used my tongue as a rag to clean the evidence of my **** off your cock.

"And again they followed right behind you. Doing like you did. Do you remember how many guys were there, Matt?"

"N-no," there were a lot, I knew that.

"You don't even want to guess?"

I remained silent.

"Oh come on. I was 19; I'd had two sexual partners before I arrived there that night. When I left it was twenty-six. That makes twenty-four guys at that party. Does that sound about right?"

It seemed like a smarter idea to keep my mouth shut.

"Well it is right, because I counted. Twenty four men, thirty-seven loads of cum. Twenty of those accompanied blissful announcements of climax into my pussy. Five of them into my ass- my previously virgin ass- and the other twelve all over my face and in my mouth. It was a miracle I didn't contract something."

"I-"

"Shut up," she scolded "I did get pregnant though. Don't ask who the ****** was, because I couldn't tell you. It certainly wasn't my boyfriend. He left me the night of my ****. He hated me being a stripper because he thought all strippers were hookers. Then I come home one night leaking cum from every orifice and he just refused to believe I was ****d. But it doesn't matter because I didn't find out I was pregnant until I had the miscarriage, you know, the one with complications that have ruined any chance I might have had of having kids when I actually wanted to.

"So take off your clothes and get on your hands and knees. You deserve this and so much more. I'm going to savor every minute of it."

I did as she commanded, but it was hard to tell at this point if it was the chip making me do it, or if I was doing it just because I knew if I didn't the chip would make me. 'Revenge Chip,' I thought to myself, 'It's science fiction. There's no way anything can make me do something I don't want to do this badly.'

She smiled down at me on all fours. "It's party time, boys." She called. A pair of thin wooden cards rested in slots and covered up the glory holes connecting our booth to the booth on the left and right. She promptly removed them and the waiting game began.

Delight filled her eyes as she watched me cower there on my hands and knees. The way she was studying me made me blush. Knowing what I was in for made me shake. She shuffled through her purse and pulled out a small bottle with a long tip.

"How about we get you nice and ready? We don't want those boys hurting themselves tearing up your little ass, now do we? Stay still."

I nearly jumped when she jammed the tip of the bottle up my ass and squeezed. The control of the chip seemed even to override my natural instincts. I could feel the cold lubricant spraying out of the bottle, then leaking down my crack as she pulled it out.

"We're going to make you a woman today, honey." She laughed.

The sound of the door to the booth next to us opening and closing caught her attention. This was it, this was show time. I had only one card left to play. I begged.

"Please don't do this. I'll do whatever you want. Just not this."

She smirked and I could tell my suffering only pleased her more. "Don't worry Matty, you are going to do whatever I want, and this."

She leaned over to the glory hole behind me. "Hey honey," she called into the next booth. A gruff voice answered her.

"Hello, darlin'. What are you doing in a place like this?"

"Looking to get fucked by a stranger's cock, what else?"

"I could help you with that if you like," he offered generously.

"Then why are we doing all this talking?" she cooed innocently.

I heard his pants unfasten and drop to the floor.

My friend kneeled down next to me and whispered in my ear. "Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Tricia." The words echoed inward, torturing me.

She grabbed my hair and jerked my head back. "Well I hate you. But you're going to make a great pet. Now back that pretty little ass of yours up to that whole. I think our new friend has a little surprise for you honey."

I shuffled slowly back and pressed my ass against the wall, the glory hole lined perfectly to the entrance of my ass. Tricia ran her hands through my hair and looked deep into my eyes.

"I want to see the look on your face when that first cock enters you. I want to look deep into your eyes as that man takes your virgin ass. As he fucks you and takes what he wants from you, then leaves your sick little behind dripping. I'll bet he doesn't even say thank you."

"Please," I begged, one last time. I could hear the man in the next stall beating his meat, getting ready for the task that lays before him.

"Awww," she mock-pouted. "I'll tell you what. I know you're the optimistic type, so how about we make a little bet. If I'm wrong and he does say thank you after he's done ****** your tight ass, I'll let you lick my pussy. How does that sound?"

I didn't have time to answer, not that I really wanted to. I felt pressure at my rectum. I had a visitor. He didn't wait long before plunging in with a loud grunt.

"Oh yeah." He moaned. "You are a tight little slut." He split the contraction for emphasis.

Tricia grinned evilly, having obtained the treat she was looking for in my eyes. Her lips moved to my ear. "That's right. You're a tight little slut. Bye-bye virginity."

His cock slid back out, and then back in. He didn't take time building up to a rough pace. The friction in my ass generated tremendous heat and pressure. I fell to my elbows, weak and sick at once. Only the power of the chip in my head held my ass in the air for the strange man's use.

"How does it feel?" she continued. "Does it hurt? Don't worry, you'll get used to it. As his cock hits your prostate you'll even start to like it."

"Fuck yeah, honey. Take all my cock. Seven inches of fury here baby deep inside that dirty pussy." The man moaned.

"Honey? Baby? Dirty pussy? Listen to him, he doesn't even respect you. He's moaning away and you're not making a peep but he hasn't even noticed."

"Come on, bitch. Squeeze my cock, work those hips, I'm tired of doing all the work here. Help Old Bill out."

'Old Bill's' pace slowed down and Tricia giggled quietly in my ear. "You see, he calls you names, roughly fucks your ass for maybe a minute and now he's done. You have to do all the work. You have to help him ******* you.

"I'm going to give you a choice. You can have control if you want." She rubbed my ass while she talked "Clench that ass around his cock, and work those hips, show him a good time."

"No way."

"You can do it yourself, or I can tell you to do it. At least if you do it yourself you'll be in control. You can protect yourself. If we do it my way I can make this very uncomfortable"

She was right, and I was in for it either way. I slid forward away from the wall and then pushed back towards it, working him in and out of me.

"Come on, slut. Squeeze that cock."

Tricia nodded, and I clenched my sphincter as I slid off of him. Bill grunted enthusiastically.

I had expected him to stop when I stared doing the work, but my participation served to turn Bill on even more, and as I pushed my hips back, his came forward and vice versa. It was worse than ever, he was now fucking me deeper, harder and faster than ever.

"I'm impressed. Old Bill has some stamina. Either he's jerked off a dozen times today already or he really likes that ass. He doesn't want to leave it right away." She patted me on the back condescendingly.

I despised her words, but as Bill reemed my ass the sensation started to change. Tricia was right, my prostate was getting rammed. The fucking was starting to feel good. An erection bloomed beneath me, and my cock bounced against my leg. She didn't fail to notice this.

"That's much better." She wrapped a firm hand around my shaft. "Now you're getting into it. You really do like being fucked in the ass, don't you?"

"No, please let me stop."

"Shh, I'm just kidding. I know you're in hell right now. That's the worst part. I got wet when I was raped too, you know, when you raped me. Your body reacts to stimulus. Your body likes whats happening, your mind hates it. That's why its so terrible. But you know what it means don't you? Your body is giving you pleasure for this, he's ******* you to like it. That makes you his bitch. He's made you his bitch."

Tears formed in my eyes. I couldn't help but stop moving. Tricia looked mad.

"Fuck him," she commanded. My hips resumed their motion.

"You're his bitch. Serve him. Serve his cock."

"Yeah, make me cum bitch." Bill chimed in.

"See?"

The sound of another door opening and closing came from the booth on the opposite side from Bill. Tricia practically squealed in delight.

"It gets worse, Matt. Worse than a man ******* you to be his bitch. This next one, you're going to make yourself his bitch. You're going to give him all the pleasure, and you'll get none for yourself." She disengaged the locks on the wall and slid it back on its track until the glory hole was directly in front of my mouth.

"Hello?" a surprised voice called from the next booth.

"Need your cock sucked, sir?" Tricia asked sweetly.

"Little Peter could use a swim, sure." He responded enthusiastically.

The now familiar sound of a zipper coming down sounded, and a flaccid little white prick poked through the hole, I turned my head to avoid it.

"Doesn't it look mouth-watering?"

"No," I shook my head, sobbing.

"I know, they're ugly, and they smell. Go ahead, sniff it."

I inhaled deeply through my nose. It had a strong musky odor.

"Wonderful, isn't it? And this is a clean one. Are you ready to suck it?"

"I won't. Never." I vowed.

"Never on your own, I know. No deal will make you do that. So I'm going to make you." She paused to savor the moment.

"Well go on, bitch. Or do I have to come in there?"

"He would too. I wonder what would happen if these guys found you in here. They'd cut your balls off, or worse. Maybe one of them would even recognize you. Can you imagine the **************

"Well?" Peter called.

Tricia's grin was wicked. Her eyes went dark. "Now suck that cock like you see those girls in the movies do."

I was supporting my weight on my hands from Bill's pounding, so all I had to work with was my mouth, but it proved to be no disadvantage. I scooped Peter's limp cock off the wall with my tongue, burying it past my lips. He let out an approving moan and I heard his hips bang against the wall as he sank into it.

My tongue lavished the head of his cock, washing it like the servants of royalty in medieval times. Immediately it began to stretch in my mouth. Its whole length sprang to life. Soon it would be able to support its own weight.

"Swallow it you little cunt," Peter ordered.

"Yeah, swallow it," Tricia made it official.

I took a deep breath and pushed his expanding cock to the back of my throat and swallowed, taking it into my esophagus. Peter banged the wall and grunted, pushing his hips out further somehow and ******* more of his cock down my throat.

"Yeah, they love that. Now you're an airtight bitch."

Peter ripped his cock out of my throat then ****** it back in before I could recover. He repeated the process, fucking my face as I ****** and gagged, unable to get a steady breath rhythm. "Just watch the teeth," Tricia suggested.

Peter no longer wanted or needed my help, he was content fucking my face of his own accord. I could probably say the same about Bill, but my hips moved under command of the chip nonetheless.

"This is so beautiful. I wish I was taping it."

My cock was throbbing in its own right, and Tricia was milking it. My ass was alight with both pleasure and pain. Bill was fucking me at an incredible pace, his cock reaching deeper than I ever thought possible. On the other side my jaw ached and my throat hurt. Tricia was right, Peter was putting me through agony and I was afraid of *******, but I voluntarily let him in. This was insanity.

Bill broke the rhythm with a serious of extra hard thrusts. "Get ready, bitch. I'm gonna cum. You better not think about trying to pull away. I want to feel the friction of your pussy across my head as I shoot off in you and you're going to like it."

"Ooh, he's a ******** one. What if you get pregnant? Good thing you're damaged goods, huh?"

I felt Bill's first spasm, and the second and the third. I could feel the pressure as load filled up my asshole. He grunted loudly with each convulsion, pushing his bursting cock ever deeper inside my tight asshole.

"How does it feel, Bitch?" Tricia asked.

Peter interrupted her.

"I'm gonna shoot, slut. Get ready and swallow it all."

I cringed and nearly as soon as he said it his cock jerked. "Swallow it," came the whisper in my ear. He was barely in my mouth at the time, so his jizz spilled out all over my tongue, and his cock twisted and jerked like a fire hose. I had to squeeze it with my lips to keep it from flying out,

It was more than a mouthful, squirt after squirt sprayed over taste buds; salty, thick, and bitter.

"Swallow," Tricia whispered, and my throat contracted, taking half the load down towards my stomach. I could feel the thick serum coating my esophagus, then landing in my stomach.

Finally his spasmed subsided, and I was able to swallow the last of his load. I let his cock slip from my mouth. It shrunk before my eyes against the wall of the booth.

"That's a good little cump dumpster. Now clean me up, I have to get back to work."

He let his cock lay there. "Go ahead, cum dumpster," Tricia teased. Finish up your happy ending.

Bill was still inside me, but he had stopped thrusting. His cock lay inside me, swimming in a sea of its own cum. It jerked slightly every once in a while, but it was clear the main orgasm was over with. He breathed heavy in the afterglow.

This gave me the balance to lift one hand off the ground. I took Peter's cock and diligently cleaned the cum off the head with my tongue. Before I knew it he was ripping it back through the hole. He didn't even bother to say anything. Just yank, zip and the door slammed shut behind him on the way out.

Bill withdrew a little more slowly, but just as quiet. He moaned a few times, and then zipped up and went on his merry way. I finally collapsed on the cold linoleum floor.

"How does it feel?" Tricia pressed.

"Awful," I answered truthfully.

"How does it taste?"

"Disgusting."

"Sit up."

I sat up and she took my chin in her hand. She examining the cum that managed to survive my swallowing and run down my chin. A puddle of cum was slowly forming beneath where I sat, dripping out of my freshly ******** ass.

"Disgusting? But this is a gift of love. Peter loved using your little mouth to get him off." She laughed in my face. "Now get on your knees, down here." She spread her legs and motioned for me to turn to face her. "Get nice and close."

I was less than an inch from her pussy. She was wet- turned on from watching me become a sextoy for two strange men.

"Now tell me you love me again, and open your mouth."

"I love you, Tricia," the words came out of me again *************.

She leaned her head back and groaned, then the floodgates open. Urine spilled out all over my face, and into my open mouth. When it finally subsided she looked down at me with a warm smile on her face.

"Too bad you didn't win that bet. I could really use some release. You're my bitch too now, you know." She wrapped her legs around my neck and pulled me into her. My nose dove into her dripping cunt. The scent of her arousal drove me crazy.

"You like that? Your chip responds to the chip behind my ear. It codes your desires to my DNA as a little added protection. You couldn't do anything to me even if you wanted to"

She handed me my underwear to wipe off my face with then let me get dressed. We left the porno shop looking like quite the odd couple. She was sadistically pleased and I looked miserable.

We arrived at Tricia's home in her Escalade and she fastened a collar around my neck and attached a leash to lead me out of the car and into the house. A few neighbors were out and about, and they turned their attention onto me quite noticeably. My whole body blushed. Tricia could care less however.

Once inside the door I was quite impressed with her house. It looked much bigger than it had on the outside, and it was quite well decorated. It had a very nice family atmosphere.

"This house has two floors," she explained. "This used to be a duplex before I bought it, so both floors are fully equipped room-wise. Upstairs is my domain. When I'm home you will stay up here with me. You will wait on me hand and foot, and service any need I may call upon you to take care of. Do you understand?"

I looked up at her and nodded.

"But I have a job, and a life. So when I am not home, you will stay downstairs."

For a second I was almost excited. I thought I would have my own little home down there, to do as I pleased during the day. There was a silver lining to this cloud after all. My hope was short lived as she continued.

"Downstairs is Bomber's territory."

"Bomber?"

"How about I show you?" She pulled my leash and led me down the stairs, which was no small production on all fours. Her impatience didn't help.

Once at the bottom I was again impressed. The bottom floor was as roomy and well decorated as the top. This floor had a guest though. A large black dog was laying across the living floor behind the couch. He perked up when he saw us and let out an elaborate growl to Tricia. She smiled back at him.

"Yes, boy." She answered enthusiastically. The dog's attention turned to me.

"That's Bomber?"

"In all his splendor. He's a German Shepard/Rottweiler mix; very aggressive. Don't piss him off."

"You want me to take care of him for you while you're gone?"

She smirked. "That's not up to me. Like I said, this is Bomber's domain. Down here, he's in charge."

I registered only confusion.

"The technology that brought you here, that keeps you here, is extremely advanced, I don't have to tell you. I developed it myself, but not alone. Several of my friends helped, all from different backgrounds. One of them was an ****** trainer." She walked over to Bomber and knelt down beside him, rubbing his head affectionately.

"You see Bomber isn't just any dog, he's very well educated. They taught him to talk, in growls. He has a large vocabulary and has never failed to express any thought or idea he has had. Of course, he doesn't talk much, he's more of the strong silent type. But he is capable."

"So?"

She winced as she pulled something from behind her ear and held it up to show me. "This is a control chip. There are four of them, but I don't like wearing one at the same time as Bomber, it can lead to some confusion with the way he uses it, so we share one." She reached behind the dogs ear. I heard a familiar beep in my ear.

"You see, the chip also works as a neural interface, it'll translate for Bomber when he talks. You'll learn the language without it, eventually, like I have. But you won't need to. While you're down here, you belong to Bomber, and you'll wait on him. Get him food, water, brush his fur, whatever he requires; whatever he tells you to do."

"I don't understand," I admitted.

"Say something, Bomber," she coaxed the dog.

The dog let out another complex growl. A voice in my head translated like I was watching a foreign dignitary on the national news network. "You didn't tell him the rules yet."

"That's right. Bomber is very strict, this is his territory and he is very protective of it. He will have a lot of rules for you over time, I'm sure. But to start there is just one with a few details. Bomber and I both agree that you are less than human. He is the alpha male, and you are the obedient, loving bitch; to both of us. When you are down here, you are not to act in any way human. You are not to speak at all, unless one of us requires you to. You will remain on your hands and knees at all times. And very importantly, no clothes. Take them off now."

I stripped for the pair, trying to stay on my hands and knees the whole time. It was less than easy.

"Don't be shy, Bomber, he's yours now."

"Are you sure you don't want to take him upstairs?" Bomber growled.

"I'll let him get used to you tonight. Tomorrow will be a busy day. I'll come get him in the morning."

"Good, It took you longer to find him than you said it would. I've been getting frustrated down here since you took Kelly away."

"Kelly was his bitch before you." Tricia explained.

"She was terrible. I had to chase her down to fuck her. You'll make a much better bitch. You can understand me, and do more than just whimper while I mount you."

It suddenly hit me just what Bomber was going to use me for. It was more than just feeding him and brushing his fur.

"Yes, he'll be much better than Kelly. You should have seen him today. He's very malleable."

"Is that what that smell is?"

Tricia laughed. "Do you want him to wash up?"

"No, I like that he smells like a bitch. But I want to mark him now."

"Mind if I watch for a little while?"

"Just this once."

"Thank you, Bomber."

The dog barked at me, then more growling. "Come here, bitch."

I watched Bomber's eyes as I walked toward him. He opened his legs but I didn't lose my focus.

"Looking me in the eyes is a challenge, bitch. Do you think you can take me?"

I looked away instinctively.

"Good. Look at my sheath."

My eyes wandered between his legs. He was a lean dog, and very muscular. There was no doubt he could rip me to shreds if he wanted. Even his sheath looked hard. At one end his doggy cock was starting to poke out, at the others his balls held tight to his frame. They looked powerful in their own right.

"Inside there is the cock you will serve. I could make you bitch right now by mounting you, and tying myself to your ass. Then I'll drag you around this house as I go about my business. But you're going to give yourself willing to me. You will respect me, you will obey me. You will fear me if you do not. Now lick my balls and rub my sheath and we'll see if you're a worthy bitch."

I brought my lips to his balls, and my right hand to his sheath and did my best impression of the girls in the porno movies. One at a time I washed his balls with my tongue, lovingly stroking them up and down. His cock grew in my hand and extended out of its hiding place.

It was much harder than Peter's had been, and much hotter. I moved my hand from Bomber's sheath to his shaft, pumping his purple cock as I buried my lips in his sac.

"Good, bitch. Now trade places with your hand."

I was hesitant this time. .His cock was leaking precum quickly and veins bulged out of his majestic manhood. I got over it, as I knew I had to, and kissed my way up his shaft, ending my journey at his bulbous glans.

:"Take it in your mouth," Bomber ordered.

I pushed the head past my lips and the taste overwhelmed me. The precum was much thinner than Peter's but more plentiful. I swallowed a gulp of it, and Bomber seemed please. He pushed his hips into my face and rammed the back of my throat. I knew what he wanted, I didn't fight it. I wrapped my lips over my teeth and fucked his cock with my throat. It grew to an impossible circumference, stretching my jaw and plugging my throat.

Bomber grunted and his cock spurted in my mouth. Like a fire hose thick cum shot directly down my throat. I felt it land in my stomach with *****. For over a minute the pulse waves came, shooting more and more into my rapidly filling stomach. I didn't move, I just squeezed his staff with my throat and let him empty his balls into me.

The dog jerked his hips back and the last splash of cum hit me in the face.

"No bitch has ever made me cum that fast. My knot didn't even swell." He moaned.

"I told you he would do well. He's one of a kind."

"I didn't think he would have what it takes. He deserves to be my bitch after all."

"You should be honored, Matt."

Strangely, I was proud of myself.

"Now put your head down and your ass up, bitch. We'll make it official."

The pride wore off.

I got in the position he asked, and he walked in a circle around me twice, his heavy cock swaying beneath him. Then he disappeared behind me. For a second I thought he left, but I should have known better. His weight landed on top of me. It wasn't like the *********** movies, he didn't stab aimlessly with his cock. He lined himself up perfectly. I could feel the warmth of his cock awaiting the first thrust.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you, Bomber." I whimpered.

"You will address me as master from now on. Try again."

"I love you, Master."

"Good." With that he thrust his massive purple rod entirely inside me. I yelped. I had no lube, but I didn't need it. My saliva and his surplus of precum allowed him to slide in effortlessly. It hurt, but not as much as Bill had. I was becoming worn in.

"This is where you belong," Bomber began. "beneath me. When I tie with you, and I will, you will become my bitch. You will serve me for the rest of your days. I have a big appetite, and you will satisfy it. Remember this position. You will spend a lot of your time like this. Get used to the taste in your mouth, it will become a familiar one. Before every meal down here you will suck my cock, and direct my load into your food dish. Your obedience, and my generosity will be the gravy on everything you eat."

"That sounds like a good idea," Tricia chimed in, "I think we can arrange for you to have all your meals down here."

Bomber growled. "Leave us now Tricia. We need privacy."

"Sorry, Bomb. Later, bitch."

Bomber turned back to me, and his hips started to move, fucking me slowly. "I've always wanted to see a human bowing down to me. I am a king, and you are my beaten queen. Tell me again you love me."

"I love you, my Master."

"And you worship me. I am better than you in every way. That's why you raise your ass for me. That's why you'll crawl to me and suck my cock dry when I don't feel like sharing my pleasure with you."

His pace quickened dramatically, I winced as a pressure started to build inside my rectum. Bomber noticed.

"You must be feeling my knot. That'll tie us together and make sure you absorb all my cum. Its going to hurt a lot next time, but you'll learn to like it. You'll learn to love it, even. You'll savor the feeling of my juices coating your insides. Is your stomach full? Can you feel my sperm swimming around in there?"

I whimpered painfully.

"When we're done, you'll clean my cock and get me hard again. I'll let you take your time, and savor the taste of my cock and balls. You'll worship them with your tongue like you did before, until I churn up another batch of food for you, then you'll gulp it down again."

"Kelly wouldn't eat my cum, but you will. You'll lick it off the floor if I ask you to."

Bomber was getting very worked up, he fucked me at a feverish pace. His knot stretched me out, and I didn't like it at all; worst of all his words were scaring me. He had plans for me- serious plans.

"I'm going to fill you bitch."

His words haunted me.

"I'm going to tie you, and break you."

I shuddered.

"Soon, you will beg me for this privilege."

True to his words, he let out a violent bark, and his cock surged within me. The pressure in my abdomen increased dramatically as he filled me with his seed. After all he had pumped into my mouth I wouldn't have thought it possible he had so much left, but he did. He spurted for several minutes, until I was dying inside, and then it stopped, and he hung there. I tested the bond- I moved my hips forward, pain and Bomber followed. We were tied tight.

"Get used to this," he growled.

I whimpered, and closed my eyes. Another one of his promises fulfilled, I was tied.

We were tied together for 45 minutes that time, and when he finally pulled out of me, a wave of cum came out with him. I felt like my bowels had been released all over the floor, but it was all Bomber's cum.

I didn't wait for him to ask, I knew what he was going to ask me to do. I returned my mouth to his fading erection and worked my way up it, from base to head, cleaning the evidence of my bestial ****. When I finished I swallowed him again, and fucked him with my throat.

He didn't say a word this time, he just watched, and let me do my work. He loved my throat, his erection was full in no time, and as I massaged his tight, muscular balls I felt them mixing up a fresh batch of cum inside. When the time came for him to release them, I didn't want him down my throat again, I would rather have him in my mouth, so I can swallow at my own pace, but he had other plans. When the moment drew near he thrust his hips forward, catching me off guard and ******* him deep into my throat. My esophagus burned.

His eyes warned me to swallow.

And I did, as he pumped another giant load of his lust into my belly. It felt disgusting, like my stomach was being pumped up by an air compressor, but it wasn't air, it was dug cum. Hot, thick, salty dog cum. And as it filled me, I realized he hadn't spoken a single command since he tied me. I sucked him off and swallowed his load all on my own. Maybe this was his next promise fulfilled. He had broken me.

Only one left- Would I ever beg him for his cock?

He'd been right so far.

Let's face it; I was doomed either way.

[END]

Dominé par ma fille


Je m'appelle Romain j'ai 38 ans. Je vis seul dans une petite maison, je suis divorcé, j'ai une fille, Adeline, de 20 ans qui vit chez sa mère et que je ne vois presque jamais à mon grand regret. J'ai une vie de célibataire, je vais à la salle de sport, en boite avec 2 ou 3 amis et je ramène des femmes chez moi pour une nuit ou plus mais je ne souhaite pas me remettre en couple. Il y a 1 mois ma fille m'a appelé pour me demander si elle pouvait venir vivre avec moi pour faire ses études là ou j'habite. J'ai accepté avec grand plaisir, je suis heureux de pouvoir vivre avec elle, même si je vais devoir abandonner ma vie de célibataire. Ce n'est pas grave car pour moi, ma fille compte plus que tout. Ça fait 2 ans que je ne l'ai pas vu et je suis impatient de la retrouver.

On est début août et c'est aujourd'hui qu'Adeline arrive. Je l'attends à la gare en fin d'après midi. Lorsque qu'elle descend du train je ne la reconnais pas tout de suite. Il y a 2 ans ma fille était une ado maintenant c'est une sublime jeune femme. Adeline est brune, elle mesure 1.68 m pour 56 kilos. Elle à deux beaux seins, de taille moyenne, des fesses bien formées, un visage fin et des yeux vert clairs. Elle est magnifique. Elle porte un débardeur, un short qui lui arrive à mis cuisses et des tongs. Elle tire 2 lourdes valises et je m'empresse d'aller à sa rencontre pour l'aider. Lorsqu'elle me voit elle lâche ses valises sur le quai et cours pour me sauter dans les bras et m'embrasser.
"-Papa je suis super heureuse de te voir!!
-Moi aussi ma chérie, ça fait 1 mois que je t'attends. On va enfin être réunis toi et moi.
-Oui c'est vraiment fantastique!
-Je crois qu'on ferait mieux de récupérer tes valises avant qu'on te les voles."
Adeline rit et nous récupérons ses valises avant d'aller à la voiture. Nous passons les 10 minutes de trajet à discuter. Une fois à la maison Adeline ouvre ses valises dans sa chambre et installe ses affaires. Puis nous mangeons sur la terrasse. Même si l'on ne se voyait pas souvent nous avons toujours été très complices, Adeline est une fille avec qui on peut parler de tout et je suis un père très ouvert.
"-Alors ma grande, dit moi comment va ton copain? C'est toujours le même qu'il y a 2 ans?
-Oui c'était toujours le même, mais je l'ai quitté dès que j'ai su que j'emménageais ici.
-Ah et pourquoi?
-Bof, il était sympa et je l'aimais bien mais maintenant 400km nous sépare et les relations à distance ce n'est pas mon truc. Et en plus... il n'était pas super au lit, mais je ne l'ai jamais trompé, il était trop gentil.
-Ah alors comme ça, ma petite fille n'est plus vierge?!
-Non mais tu sais ça ne fais que 3-4 mois et vu qu'il n'était pas très performant, ça ne sait pas souvent reproduit.
-Qu'est ce que tu veux dire par très performant? Il en avait une petite? Et puis tu ne peut pas le comparer à un autre homme pour juger."

Adeline éclate de rire.
"-Non il en avait une normale, mais parfois il était un peu mou, il n'était pas très doué avec sa bite, ni avec ses doigts, ni avec sa langue.
-Le pauvre tu n'es pas sympa avec lui. Il était fou amoureux de toi.
-Je sais mais il ne m'a jamais fait jouir ce nul.
-Et la première fois, il t'a fais mal ou il a fait ça bien?
-Il a été très doux, il était toujours doux, trop parfois."
Nous éclatons de rire tout les deux et pas***s le reste du repas à discuter et à rire. Puis après manger, Adeline va se coucher, car le voyage l'a fatigué. J'ai pris 3 semaines de vacances pour être avec elle avant la rentrée scolaire. La nuit je pense beaucoup à ma fille. Et à *** corps, moi qui suis habitué aux femmes mures, j'ai été troublé par sa beauté de jeune femme. Mais c'est ma fille et je l'aime plus que tout et mes pensées n'ont rien d'érotique.
Le lendemain matin je me lève tôt, déjeune et part courir une heure comme je fais souvent, quand j'ai le temps. A mon retour Adeline est levée. Elle est allongée sur un transat, au soleil, sur la terrasse. J'ouvre la porte vitrée et la rejoins pour lui dire bonjour. Mais je reste bloqué debout à 2 mètres du transat, quand je m'aperçois qu'elle ne porte qu'un string ficelle. Il ne cache rien. Je vois toute *** anatomie, elle est entièrement épilée, *** minou semble ne jamais avoir servis, ça fait des années que je n'en ai pas vu un comme ça. Elle est seins nus, et même si Adeline est ma fille, je ne peux détacher mon regard de *** corps de rêve. Elle ne m'a pas entendue arriver et elle a les yeux fermés. Je décide de briser le silence.
"-Salut ma chérie. Bien dormi?
-Ah salut papa. J'ai dormi comme un bébé. Ou t'étais si tôt ce matin?
-J'étais parti faire mon footing, il faut bien que je m'entretienne.
-Et ça marche bien apparemment. J'ai décidée de bronzer un peu ce matin, ça ne te dérange pas?
-Non bien sur que non. Par contre je crois qu'il faudrait que tu évite d'être en string devant moi. Je suis ton père, si tu veux bronzer, mets au moins un maillot de bain 2 pièces."
Je lui ai dis ça, sans élever le ton. Je veux juste éviter que *** corps vienne me hanter la nuit.
"-Pourquoi tu veux que je cache mon intimité devant toi? Tu ne me trouve pas belle?
-Bien sur que si tu es sublime. Mais tu es ma fille et se n'est pas bien de se montrer presque nue devant *** père.
-Ta bouche dit ça mais ton cerveau pense le contraire."
Adeline dit ça avec un grand sourire et baisse ses beaux yeux verts en direction de mon short. Pour mon footing je mets toujours un short serré et la vue de ma fille quasiment nue provoque un début d'érection que je ne peux refouler. Résultats ma fille fixe la bosse dans mon short et je comprends qu'il faut vite que je mette fin à cette situation.
"-Écoute puisque qu'on va vivre ensemble, je te demande de ne plus te montrer comme cela devant moi, c'est tout.
-Bon d'accord désolé papa, je ne pensais pas que ça te gênerais. Je vais aller mettre mon maillot de bain. En tout cas ça prouve que chez toi tout fonctionne bien."
Nous éclatons de rire et Adeline rentre se changer.
Les jours passent tranquillement, je lui fais visiter la ville, on discute, on rit beaucoup, on bronze...
Une après-midi que je rentre de course, Adeline est sur le canapé du salon en train de regarder mes albums photos. Je range les courses et m'apprête à la rejoindre pour les regarder avec elle. Quand je me souviens qu'à la fin d'un album, il y'a des photos de soirées bien arrosées, et l'une d'entre elle avait un peu dégénérer en orgie. Je me précipite dans le salon, pour cacher cet album. Quand j'arrive, Adeline fixe une photo qu'elle tient depuis plusieurs longues secondes. Je regarde la photo. Sur la photo je suis nu, à plat ventre sur les genoux d'une femme qui me fesse. Immédiatement je prends la photo de ses mains et lui dit:
"-Tu sais Adeline, c'était il y'a plusieurs années. Et j'avais beaucoup bu. Ça arrive à tout le monde."
Même si Adeline a 20 ans, et qu'elle n'est pas née de la dernière pluie. J'ai peur que cette photo l'ai choquée. Mais elle me regarde, me sourit et me dit.
"-Fait moi jouir.
-Quoi???

-J'ai bien réfléchi depuis que je suis arrivée ici. J'ai 20 ans et je n'ai jamais joui. Tu es beau, musclé, tu n'a pas de problème d'érection, et tu sauras t'y prendre. J'ai confiance en toi, s'il te plaît papa, fais moi jouir."
Ce n'est pas Adeline qui est choquée, c'est moi. Ce qu'elle vient de me dire me laisse sans voix. Ma fille, veut que je lui fasse l'amour.
"-Tu sait papa, si je montre cette photo à maman, elle pourra faire que le juge nous interdise de vivre ensemble."
Sa menace m'attriste, je ne veux surtout pas qu'elle parte. Je suis trop heureux: enfin vivre avec ma fille, et je sais qu'elle aussi. Adeline est maligne et je ne sais pas quoi penser. D'un côté *** corps sublime me fait terriblement envie, mais d'un autre côté c'est ma fille et se serait grave de coucher avec elle.
"-Adeline je ne peux pas coucher avec toi. Désolé ma grande mais se serait trop grave.
-Dans ce cas je vais refaire mes valises.
-Non! Ne part pas je t'en supplie.
-Alors baise moi!!!"
Je suis complètement déboussolé. Et je me dis que puisqu'elle le veut, et que *** corps m'attire, ce n'est qu'un rapport entre adultes consentants.
"-D'accord, j'accepte mais juste une fois, je te fais l'amour une seule fois.
-Super, merci papa. T'es le meilleur papa du monde."
A peine a t'elle fini sa phrase, qu'elle se lève et se déshabille. Une fois totalement nue elle me retire mes vêtements. Elle se met à genoux devant moi et caresse mon sexe avec sa main. Puis elle commence à me branler lentement. Ma bite ne met pas longtemps à se dresser et à gonfler. Adeline arrête de me branler.
"-T'arrête pas maintenant ma grande, je ne suis pas au max encore.
-Mais papa t'es beaucoup plus épais que mon ex copain. T'es pas beaucoup plus long mais elle est super épaisse. Ma main est trop petite pour faire le tour complet.
-Merci du compliment. Mais si tu pense que c'est trop gros on peut annuler.
-Non je veux que tu me remplisses avec. Ça va m'écarter la chatte mais c'est pas grave."
Adeline pose ses lèvres sur mon gland et commence une fellation digne d'une reine de la pipe. Elle a du mal à me prendre en bouche entièrement, ma hampe gonfle ses joues. Sa langue titille mon gland, ses lèvres coulisses le long de mon membre bandé, pendant que sa main caresse mes boules.
"-Arrête, sinon je vais tout lâcher. T'es très douée ma grande. Allonge toi sur le canapé, je vais m'occuper de toi."
Adeline s'allonge et je me mets sur elle. Je caresse tout *** corps, je l'embrasse, sa langue et douce. Puis je pose mes lèvres sur ses tétons pointus. Je les titille, les lèches, les mordilles. Ils se dressent encore plus. Je descends enfin vers *** jardin secret. Je lèche délicatement sa fente. Je cherche *** clito, le caresse, le titille du bout de ma langue. Puis je la glisse entre ses grandes lèvres. *** minou est trempé de mouille, Adeline gémit au rythme de mes caresses intimes.
"-Tu es prêtes à me recevoir en toi?
-Hum oui papa, vas-y fourre moi. N'hésite pas empale moi avec ton pieu.
-Je vais y aller doucement sinon tu va crier.
-Non va y ardemment, fais moi crier, j'aime ça."
Ma fille a l'air d'être une vraie cochonne, ça me plaît. Je présente mon gland à l'entrée de sa chatte, je la regarde dans les yeux et pousse un bon coup.
"-OOOHHH PUTAIN!! C'EST GROS!!"
Ma bite est toute serrée dans sa fente. Mon pieu lui dilate le vagin. Mais Adeline s'y habitue. J'entame des va et vient assez rapides. Je vais au fond de sa grotte, mes cuisses frappent contre ses fesses. Elle veut que je la baise et je vais le faire.
"-AAAHHH OUII PAPA!! VAS-Y OUII!! DEMONTE MOI LA CHATTE!!!"
Ses mots m'excite encore plus j'intensifie ma pénétration. Je pelote ses seins, branle *** clito et l'embrasse. Elle ne met pas longtemps à connaître *** premier orgasme.
"-OUIII!!! ENCORE!!! OUII JE VIENS!! OUIIIIIIII!!!!"

Les contractions de sa chatte très étroite, presse mon sexe et je remplie sa moule de mon sperme. Elle prend la pilule il n'y a aucun risque. Je retire mon sexe de sa chatte et le place devant sa bouche pour qu'elle me nettoie. Ce qu'elle fait avec application. Puis je m'allonge à ses côtés sur le canapé.

"-Merci beaucoup papa!! C'était fantastique!!
-De rien ma fille. Mais tu te souviens de se qu'on a dit, c'est la première et la dernière fois.
-Au contraire ce n'est que le début. Je ne vais pas pouvoir me passer de ta bite épaisse et toi de ma chatte étroite.
-Non Adeline!!! On avait dit une seule fois!!
-J'ai encore la photo et en plus maintenant j'ai ton sperme dans la chatte.
-C'est pas sympa pour moi ce que tu fais là.
-Ne fais pas semblant, je sais que tu aime être dominé par une femme. Je t'aime, tu m'aime, je t'ai fais jouir, tu m'as fait jouir, tu aime être soumis, j'aime dominer et l'on vit ensemble. Je crois que je suis la mieux placer pour devenir ta maîtresse.
-Non mais ça va pas?!!"
CLAK!!
"AAHH!!"
Adeline vient de me claquer le sexe. J'ai mal, j'ai envie de l'engueuler pour reprendre mon autorité paternelle, mais en même temps l'idée de lui être soumis m'excite énormément. A tel point que mon sexe reprend de la vigueur.
"-Mais tu bande mon salop! T'aime te faire frapper la queue!"

Adeline affiche un sourire pervers, je viens d'accepter d'être le soumis de ma fille et elle compte bien en profiter dès maintenant.

"-Je savais que tu ne pourrais pas me résister. A partir de maintenant tu es mon esclave, mon jouet sexuel, mon soumis, mon chien... Je vais te dresser à me servir et à me faire jouir. Je vais aller m'habiller, toi tu reste à poil, mets toi à quatre pattes et attends moi là!"
Je me sens d'un seul coup humilié d'entendre ma fille me parler ainsi. Mais je lui obéis sans hésiter. Je suis à quatre pattes, nu au milieu de mon salon, je suis ridicule.
Adeline revient après un long moment. Elle à enfilée un ensemble string, soutien gorge très sexy ainsi que des bas noirs et des chaussures noirs à haut talon qui la rende plus grande que moi. Elle s'est recoiffée, remaquillée, elle sent bon, elle a du prendre une douche.
"-Alors mon soumis, prêts à servir ta maitresse?
-Oui maitresse.
-C'est bien, pour commencer tu va nettoyer mes chaussures avec ta langue. Fait les briller."
Adeline est debout devant moi, je suis à ses pieds. Je pose ma langue sur sa chaussure droite et commence à la lécher lentement. Ma langue glisse sur le vernis. Je lèche tout, le dessus, la semelle et je suce le talon. Involontairement de la bave se dépose sur sa chaussure.
CLAK!!
"-AH!"
Adeline vient de me claquer les fesses.
"-Je ne t'ai pas dit de cracher dessus!! Applique-toi sinon ça va chier!
-Pardon maitresse."
Je récupère ma bave avec la langue. Puis je commence à lécher sa chaussure gauche. Une fois que je l'ai lécher entièrement, Adeline me tire par les cheveux pour placer ma bouche au niveau de ses chevilles.
"-Lèche mes jambes. Sans déchirer mes bas."
Je fais coulisser ma langue sur ses jambes, en alternant entre la droite et la gauche et en remontant lentement. Je sens sa jeune peu douce au travers des bas. Même si je suis ridicule à lécher les jambes de ma fille, je ne peux m'empêcher d'avoir une légère érection.
"-Mais t'es vraiment qu'un sale chien!!! Dès que tu vois une fille, tu ne peux pas t'empêcher de bandé! Je te conseil d'arrêter ça tout de suite, sinon je vais t'éduquer."
J'essaie de penser à autre chose qu'Adeline pour débander. J'y parviens difficilement tout en continuant à lécher ses jambes. Lorsque j'arrive à la limite entre ses bas et sa peau, elle m'arrête en me tirant les cheveux vers l'arrière.

"-Maintenant baisse mon string et lèche moi la rondelle. Tout à l'heure tu va me dépuceler le cul. Alors humidifie bien mon petit trou.
-Avec plaisir maitresse."
Je fais glisser délicatement *** string vers le sol. Et je pose le bout de ma langue sur sa petite rondelle fermée. Je lèche *** petit trou, j'en fais le tour avec ma langue, puis inconsciemment je me laisse aller vers *** minou. Lorsque qu'Adeline sens ma langue sur sa chatte, elle se retourne et m'assène une violente paire de claques.
CLAK !!! CLAK!!!
"-AAAHHHH!!
-Pauvre con, je ne t'ai pas dit de lécher ma chatte, j'ai dit: LÈCHE MOI LE CUL!!! Tu ne sais pas se qu'est un cul??!!
-Si maitresse, pardon maitresse, je voulais vous faire plaisir.
-Tu n'a pas à prendre d'initiative, je donne les ordres, tu obéis, c'est tout!! Mets-toi assis par terre, je vais préparer mon anus toute seul puisque tu es un incapable. Reste là sans bouger."
Adeline va dans sa chambre et revient avec 3 boules de geisha, de plus en plus grosses. Elle s'installe sur le canapé, face à moi, les cuisses écartées et les fesses relevées pour que je ne rate rien du spectacle. Adeline lèche sa main et humidifie *** anus avec. Elle commence à enfoncer la première boule dans *** anus, elle rentre assez facilement dans *** petit trou. Avec *** autre main elle caresse *** clito et sa chatte. Tout en faisant cela elle me regarde. Je ne peux détacher mon regard de ses trous, j'ai de nouveau une érection. Adeline continue de se caresser, sa chatte est déjà bien mouillée, elle respire plus fort. Adeline commence à pousser la deuxième boule dans sa rondelle. Elle à plus de mal à entrer, Adeline grimace, ***** et la boule fini par entrer dans *** anus étroit. Mon sexe me fait mal tellement je bande devant se spectacle. Je commence à me caresser le sexe, mais Adeline qui s'en aperçoit, m'interrompt.
"-Mais putain t'es vraiment qu'un chien en chaleur!! Tu sera puni pour ça, puisque tu ne sait pas obéir."
Adeline continue de se caresser et je continue de bander sans pouvoir me toucher. Mon sexe est gonfler au maximum, il me fait mal. Adeline commence à pousser la troisième boule. Elle semble avoir mal, mais continue de pousser tout en massant *** clito. La boule fini par entrer et Adeline respire très fort. Au bout de quelques seconde elle retire lentement les boules et se mets en levrette.

"-Maintenant viens me dépuceler la rondelle. Et ne me fait pas mal. Et attend mon autorisation pour jouir. C'est clair?
-Oui maitresse Adeline."
Je me lève et viens placer mon gland à l'entrée de *** petit trou.
"-Va-y!!"
Je pousse lentement, mon gland écarte sa rondelle, je continue de pousser, le gland est rentré. Adeline sert les dents pour ne pas crier. Je continue de pousser lentement jusqu'à entrer totalement mon sexe dans *** petit cul. *** trou très serré me presse la bite. Je manque de jouir rien qu'en la pénétrant.
"-Sa y est ta fourré ta petite bite dans mon cul?! T'attend quoi pour me baiser? Je sens rien là!"
Adeline à beau dire se qu'elle veut, je sais que ma bite lui écarte l'anus. Mais elle veut que je la baise et je ne vais désobéir. J'entame des va et viens dans *** trou étroit.
"-OOHH OUI!! BAISE-MOI!! T'ES UN BON CHIEN!!"
Je sers les dents pour ne pas jouir, *** anus est tellement étroit, je crois que je ne vais pas résister longtemps. Heureusement Adeline jouie rapidement sous mes coups de pieu intensifs.
"-OUII CONTINUE MON SOUMIS!! FAIT MOI JOUIR!! OUIIIIIIII!!!!"
Adeline jouie et *** anus se contracte autour de mon sexe. Cette fois je ne tiens plus, j'éjacule plein *** trou du cul. Puis je me retire. Ma fille se remet vite de ses émotions pour reprendre le dessus.
"-T'as osé jouir dans mon cul!! Je t'avais prévenu! Tu veux vraiment être punie. Tant pis pour toi, je vais devoir te fesser."
Elle m'installe à plat ventre sur ses genoux, puis commence à me fessé violemment.
CLAK!! CLAK!! CLAK!! CLAK!!
"-AILL!! PARDON!! OOHH!! AAHH!!"
CLAK!!! CLAK!!! CLAK!!!
"-AAAHHHH!! MON CUL!!!! OOOHHH!!! JE SUIS DÉSOLÉ!!!"
Après une vingtaine de claques sèches, Adeline me pousse par terre. J'ai très mal au cul, mais j'ai vraiment aimé me faire fessé par ma fille.

Pris au piège


Dimanche, 17 heures. Ça fait près d'une heure que Philippe me baise comme un fou. Nous sommes dans *** salon. Moi, je suis sur le canapé, allongé sur le dos et mes jambes sur ses épaules. Il me fait penser à un acteur de film de gladiateurs. Le genre musclé et poilu. Il m'encule comme un vrai mâle en rut. Ma queue se gonfle sous ses coups de reins. Il me parle sèchement, me dit qu'il aime mettre sa queue dans ma chatte et qu'il n'y a pas de meilleur trou pour prendre *** pied et se vider les couilles. Ses mots me rendent dingue. Je sens sa queue aller et venir dans mon ventre. Il finit par jouir en moi en donnant de bons coups de boutoir au fond de mon trou et en poussant des râles virils très excitants.

Puis il s'allonge sur moi, m'immobilisant par le poids de *** corps massif et me tenant les poignets de ses mains, il me glisse à l'oreille :
- Tu vas rester avec moi ce soir. Je vais organiser une petite soirée avec mes potes en ton honneur. Ils ont besoin d'une pute et tu vas bien les vider. Rien ne pourra mieux les satisfaire que ta bonne chatte de salope.
Là, il se redresse, se lève et se dirige vers la salle de bain sans même attendre une réponse de ma part. Ayant d'autres projets pour la soirée, je devais lui faire part de mon refus.
Philippe fait immédiatement demi-tour vers le salon...
- Je t'ai pas demandé ton avis, me dit-il en dirigeant *** index dans ma direction. T'es chez moi ici et tu partiras quand je le voudrais. Fallait y réfléchir à deux fois avant de venir chez un inconnu pour te faire ramoner la chatte. Tu voulais te faire remplir par un mâle dominant alors maintenant t'assumes !


*** regard est agressif. Je suis surpris et inquiet. Il se retourne pour reprendre la direction de la salle de bain. J'en profite pour rassembler mes vêtements silencieusement. Je me rhabille le plus vite possible sans prendre le temps de refermer boutons ni braguette. Chaussures à la main, je récupère ma veste sur le dossier d'une chaise, et me dirige vers le couloir pour rejoindre la porte d'entrée. J'entends l'eau de la douche couler dans la salle de bain. Je vais pouvoir partir sans être vu. Face à la porte d'entrée, je réfléchis quelques secondes pour être sûr de n'avoir rien oublié. De toute évidence, non. Ni une ni deux, j'appuie sur la poignée et tente d'ouvrir la porte qui reste fermée. Je reste calme mais je sens qu'un début de panique se manifeste. C'est le genre de porte blindée, sans verrou, avec pour seule serrure celle sous la poignée. Une fermeture centralisée qui actionne le mécanisme complet de la porte.
- Tu peux me dire ce que tu fous, là ?

Je me retourne d'un seul coup. Philippe se tient face à moi, nu. Il commence à avancer vers moi comme un prédateur vers sa proie. J'ai un mouvement de recul et me retrouve adossé à la porte.
- Je... Je dois vraiment partir, bredouillai-je. On m'attend, j'ai un impératif ce soir...
- Oh oui, dit-il en continuant d'avancer lentement. Je confirme. Tu as un impératif ce soir et tu ne vas pas y échapper.
Il se tient juste face à moi. Je peux sentir *** souffle sur mon visage. Il me regarde droit dans les yeux. Je tourne légèrement la tête, signe involontaire de soumission qu'il perçoit rapidement. Il pose ses mains sur mes épaules et me ***** à m'agenouiller devant lui.
- Suce-moi.
- Non, murmurai-je en tentant de me relever.
- Pardon ? dit-il d'une voix caverneuse.
Il prend alors mes cheveux d'une main et me bascule la tête vers l'arrière me maintenant ainsi toujours fermement à genoux devant lui. De *** autre main, il attrape sa queue qui, même au repos, est tout aussi massive suivant la proportion de *** corps.
- Suce-moi !


Il enfonce *** membre entier dans ma bouche, manquant de m'étouffer au passage. Je peux sentir ses couilles contre mon menton. Il reste ainsi pendant plusieurs secondes maintenant ma tête sur *** bas-ventre, Je sens sa queue gonfler dans ma bouche et commencer à atteindre le fond de ma gorge.
- Toi, tu vas déguster, me dit-il en commençant un long va et vient.
Il me tient la tête des deux mains et se met à onduler du bassin pour me baiser la bouche. Je n'ose plus bouger. Je suis pris entre peur et excitation. Je sens bientôt sa queue se contracter et un puissant jet crémeux me fouette le palais. J'avale avec délice le ce de mon mec, lui léchant le gland pour ne rien perdre de toute sa semence. Il se retire de ma bouche et me relève en me prenant par les cheveux. Il m'entraine vers le fond de l'appartement. Il ouvre une porte. Un placard.

- Déshabille-toi.
Je le regarde sans bouger.
- Déshabille-toi, je te dis !
Je m'exécute et enlève, à l'exception de mon boxer, tous mes vêtements qu'il récupère.
- Allez, rentre là-dedans !
J'entre dans le placard. Il y a une penderie pleine de vêtements sur toute la longueur, quelques cartons au sol. Il referme la porte.
- T'inquiète, tu devrais pas rester longtemps là-dedans, dit-il derrière la porte.

Je me retrouve dans le noir complet. J'entends le bruit d'un verrou. Je suis bel et bien enfermé. Je m'assois par terre, sous la penderie, entre deux cartons. Le sol est froid, alors je glisse mes mains sous mes fesses. J'entends Philippe qui semble être sous la douche. Il sifflote joyeusement. Puis je l'entends parler à quelqu'un, sans doute au téléphone. Divers bruits de fond viennent interrompre de temps en temps le silence. Il vaque à ses occupations comme si per***ne n'était enfermé dans *** placard.

Au bout d'un temps qui me semble interminable, la ***nette d'entrée retenti. Quelques secondes plus tard, un bruit de clés et de serrure. J'entends plusieurs voix d'hommes dans l'appartement.
Puis le bruit du verrou de la porte du placard, et la porte s'ouvre. Philippe est là, devant moi, toujours aussi imposant, surtout vu d'en bas.
- Lève-toi, mes potes ***t là.
Je me redresse et il pose directement sa main sur ma nuque et guide la marche jusqu'au salon.
Les voix se taisent quand nous entrons. Quatre hommes ***t là, assis confortablement dans le canapé. Ce même canapé où Philippe m'a baisé plus tôt. Philippe m'arrête devant la table du salon et m'ordonne de m'y allongé sur le ventre. Il m'écarte les jambes et les attache aux pieds de la table.

Il fait de même avec mes poignets. Je suis à présent ficelé à quatre pattes sur la table, soumis et offert au premier venu. J'entends des braguettes s'ouvrir, des pantalons se baisser. Une main attrape mes cheveux et me redresse *********** la tête. Je sens l'odeur d'une bite et un gland vient heurter ma bouche.
J'écarte les lèvres pour laisser glisser contre ma langue cette queue gonflée.
Quelqu'un fait glisser mon boxer et m'écarte les fesses. Je sens une main humide, sans doute de la salive, parcourir mon anus. Il appuie *** sexe contre ma rondelle et m'encule d'un seul coup de reins.

Sa queue me paraît énorme. J'ai un peu mal mais, à mon grand étonnement, cette douleur plutôt légère passe vite. Per***ne ne parle. Seuls des gémissements de plaisir, des souffles saccadés et le bruit de leur queue dans mes orifices ***t font entendre... Je me fais limer pendant plusieurs minutes avant qu'un jus chaud et visqueux m'inonde le cul puis la bouche. Les couilles vidées, mes baiseurs se retirent.
Philippe s'approche de moi et vient murmurer quelques mots à mon oreille :
- Ouvre la bouche et tends bien ton cul en arrière. On va te baiser par tous les trous.
Et d'autres queues raides et brûlantes s'introduisent en moi. Les bites s'enchaînent les une après les autres. Les mecs commencent à parler. J'entends que l'un d'entre eux s'appelle Nico, comme moi.