les histoires de chrislebo

I rubbed her for sometime until the man stopped me.

"That's enough for now, boy. You'll get your chance. Now its time to see a real man fuck your whore ******." He said roughly, obviously eager to fuck her juicy hole.

He had seen me put a cock in Ezhil's pussy and now he wanted to ***** me to another ***********.

He told me to put my palm forward. When I did, he told me to spit on it. I did as ordered, unable to understand why. Then he told me.

"Now out your hand between your mommy's legs and make her wet for me, boy." He commanded. I was so stunned that I didn't know what to do for several seconds. Then he looked at me menacingly and I knew that I had to follow his orders or risk another beating. I cursed myself for being so helpless in front of these burly men.

I slowly reached out and put my hand between her thighs. It felt warm and wet. I felt shame as well as excitement as I rubbed my saliva into my ******* pussy lips. Regina gave a start as she finally realized someone new was touching her. She turned her head and almost fainted when she saw me touching her pussy, while standing naked behind her. She looked at my exposed cock, which was hard and bobbing slightly from my pent up lust.

She would have got up but the cops held her tightly. She struggled a bit then, but was unable to do or say anything as the man in front stuck his tool into her mouth again, ******* her to shut up. This time her head was turned as she looked at me while giving oral pleasure to the man in front.

I had finished rubbing my saliva all over her lips, making it wet for another round of sex. The man then spat on my palm and told me to lube him up. I did so without any protest, as I reached forward and touched the hot flesh. I made it slippery with his saliva as I rubbed the shaft from head to root. I rubbed for a while on the head until he was ready and ordered me again, to put it in. I was by now getting used to the idea that I would have to service the horny policemen this way and I obediently put his large, bulbous cock head at the entrance of my ******* pussy. Mom looked on in disgust and shame as her own *** was putting a cock in her pussy, helping in her ****.

The man pushed with ***** and the slick head was ****** in the tight opening. I removed my hand as he pushed again, with more ***** this time and more than half of his large, thick, black cock was buried in Regina's body.

"Aaahhh....Slowly please....Oooohhhh maaaaaa..." Mom moaned in pain as the organ penetrated her tight channel. The man just grinned as he held her hips in a tight grip and ****** himself inside. Ignoring Regina's groans, he pushed and pushed until I saw that his pole was buried balls-deep in my mom's pussy.

Then he began the **** of my ******.

I watched with stunned excitement as I stood beside the policeman fucking Regina, my cock hard and throbbing. He had gripped her hips tightly, her flesh bunching in his hands painfully as slammed again and again into my mom's ass cheeks, thrusting his coal-black rod into the depths of mom's wet hole.

Mom was making loud moans at the assault on her vagina and the way her flesh was being pinched. The cop continued to fuck her with passion, bumping against her hips *****fully as he drove his thick tool in her tunnel. He was enjoying the soft feeling of her ass flesh on his thighs and the tightness of her tiny hole around his plundering shaft. I watched him withdraw his penis until just the head was inside, then push back in a powerful lunge as he made long and hard strokes into her moist opening.

With each inward stroke Regina moaned in pain but it only seemed to fuel the lusty cop's desire. He enjoyed pinching and slapping her fair buttocks as he ****d her pussy relentlessly, leaving red marks on them.

The guy in front was enjoying her oral ministrations as he watched his colleague take the whore. He had grabbed her hair and was using her mouth as a fuck hole, shoving his engorged tool inside her welcoming mouth.

Now he indicated that he wanted a piece of the action as well. He moved his penis from her mouth and went behind her. The other guy vacated his spot and moved away from her back. He swiftly came in front of her, waving his swollen member, coated in her juices, in front of her mouth. Regina was resigned to her fate as she submissively opened her pink lips and waited for the cop to ******* her mouth.

The cop didn't do anything. He just waited a moment as he enjoyed the scene of this woman, who had been so bent to their will that she was willingly inviting his dirty cock in her mouth without being told.

Then he said, "Lick it all up, whore. Use your tongue on my prick. And make it look like you love it. Or I'll make you suck your *** instead..."

Mom looked at me for an instant, horrified and immediately went about her task of licking the dirty cock clean. Her own secretions were mixed with leftover semen from Vijay's fucking. The mixture was now sticking to the beefy cop's stiff rod. She used her tongue on his fat cock lovingly, licking her own juices from it, giving long, slow strokes up and down the dark meat. She licked the slick sausage from the root, at the sides and on the shiny helmet, with a bit of pre-cum oozing out from the end. She took it all in her mouth

"You like it, don't you...?? Huh...? You dirty whore... you like licking your juices from my cock??" The horny cop demanded as he enjoyed Regina's tongue lapping at his slippery member

Mom knew she had to talk dirty to him, demeaning herself further.

"Yes sir... I love it...Mmmm...It tastes so good, sir...Thank you for letting me lick my own juices from your long and hard penis...Sir..."

I don't know what happened to me at that instant. Maybe it was watching my ****** clean the guy's cock clean from her own pussy juices, talking like a whore; maybe it was seeing the other guy ram her unprotected hole mercilessly from behind as he clutched her hair in a bunch, or maybe it was just the pent up excitement of the last few hours, when I had witnessed my sisters and mom ******** and now ****d.

My cock jerked on its own as I came spontaneously. Thick blobs of semen spayed from my slit on to my ******* ass and thighs. I watched with disgust as my uncontrolled lust was spent on my own ******* body. But I was helpless to stop it. My penis just kept on jerking on its own and defiling my ******. My juice was sticking to mom's curved ass cheek, slowly pooling in the small of her back and dribbling down her thighs. I looked at my ******* face to find her looking at me with a mixture of shame and resignation. It was the final ***********. But at the same time she understood that I was only human. She turned her head away.

The cops watched as I spent myself and laughed.

"So your little boy couldn't keep it to himself any longer, huh..??'

"Looks like he wanted to do that for a long time..."

"You should really look after your boys needs..."

They humiliated us further with their comments as they laughed.

They cop who was face fucking her momentarily removed his cock and held my hand. He dragged me towards him. I went, as if in a daze, stunned by my own actions.

I was so perplexed that I didn't even protest as he dragged me to face my ******. He then said the unthinkable.

He ordered Regina to suck my cock clean..!!

"What..!! No, no...I can't do it... Please sir, don't ***** a ****** to do this to her ***. Please..." She begged.

But to no avail.

"Listen you whore, either you suck it clean or we cut it off...And you can then be proud of your ***, the eunuch...!" he growled as he pulled her hair roughly, looking at her menacingly.

Regina knew that they would be willing to do that too. After all, no one needs to know; she rea***ed as she allowed the cop to push her head forward and take her ***'s now flaccid cock in her mouth.

"So warm..., so wet..., Ooohhh God...I feel like I'm in heaven..." I thought. But I didn't let my twisted emotions show as I enjoyed her mouth cleaning and swallowing the semen sticking to my penis. It was slowly becoming hard. I was ashamed but at the same time the pleasure I felt was incredible. The feel of her lips as they clamped on the end of my penis and sucked was making me more and more excited. As I looked at her innocent looking face and my cock sticking out from her pink lips, I knew how the men felt as they fucked her. My balls contracted on their own as they sent a few more drops of sperm up my penis.

The drops of cum oozed off the end of my penis and she swallowed it too. She avoided looking at me directly, focusing on the task at hand.

After about a minute, the cop had had enough of our ***********.

He pulled me away roughly and dragged me to a chair, tying me there again, this time a bit loosely.

I didn't know what to do, I was so ashamed. But at the same time, I was excited too. Mom must have felt it as my cock became harder in her mouth.

I sat in the chair as I watched the men take her from both ends. I couldn't keep my eyes of the two policemen fucking my ****** in the mouth and the pussy.

At about the same time that Regina was being taken aside by the two men, Vijay was positioning himself between my sister, Asha's thighs.

He bent her thighs to make her totally exposed to his eyes. Her virgin hole was now shining with Regina's saliva. The lips were closed tightly and it didn't look as if even a finger would fit in. Vijay's excitement knew no bounds as he looked at the fair skin of her inner thighs and the little entrance to her pussy. He spit on his hand and rubbed it on the reddish lips, lubing it up. His rampant cock was already wet from Asha's mouth and now he held it as he prepared to penetrate the young virgin.

Without wasting any more time, he guided his rigid pole towards her opening, holding one leg wide apart at the same time with his other hand. When his cock head made contact with her nether lips, Asha looked down at the inflated shaft between her thighs and gave a small shiver. She knew that she would be deflowered today by this horny cop and that she couldn't do anything about it.

So she kept still, waiting for the pain to come.

Vijay nudged the lips apart with the shiny knob, then pushed forward slightly. The swollen head penetrated Asha. But it wouldn't go any further. She felt a slight discomfort but nothing of the pain that she had heard about.

"Relax, my little whore... your master's going to make you a woman now...Just relax your muscles, or else it will be harder for you..." Vijay told her in a soft voice, uncharacteristically.

Asha heard this and relaxed a little. As soon as Vijay felt Asha's internal muscles give way, he pushed forward with *****. His stiff cock penetrated Asha's virgin hole, almost halfway in.

"Aaahhh...Ohh Goooddd....it's hurting...please..." Asha screamed aloud at the painful invasion of her virgin hole.

Vijay looked at her face which was contorted with pain. He almost took pity on her, almost.

Keeping her left leg on his shoulder, he bent forward to grab Asha's boobs, squeezing hard. He kneaded her soft flesh and rubbed her taut nipples, as he waited for her to get back to normal. He was rocking to and fro gently, working his enlarged member inside the tight hole of my sister.

Gradually, he worked his huge boner inside her tiny pussy. Asha kept on whimpering as she felt her virgin hole stretch to accommodate the large piece of meat inside her. Vijay saw that she had adjusted somewhat to his thickness.

So, without further ado, he gave a mighty lunge, burying all of his 8 inch long tool inside Asha's body, finally ripping through her hymen and taking her virginity. Asha screamed in pain as she felt his red hot shaft go all the way up her unused pussy, skewering her. Vijay grinned in satisfaction as he buried himself balls deep in the fresh, ripe, succulent flesh of the young girl.

He bent forward, supporting himself with his hands and bending Asha's legs back, exposing her defenseless hole to him, as he began slowly thrusting his thick cock in and out of her moist opening.

Her pussy held his member like a velvet glove, smooth yet tight. The heat coming from her body was driving him to new heights of erotic frenzy and he pummeled her from above, increasing the pace of his fucking and slamming into her tiny hole with full *****. Asha lay back in resignation as she endured the invasion of her deflowered pussy by the horny cop and his fat organ. Vijay moved his long, sausage like tool in and out of Asha with *****, enjoying the sensation of wetness around his probing cock. With each stroke he burrowed further into her body, making Asha groan in pain.

His thighs were now slamming against her upturned buttocks as he bent her legs almost to her chest and began ramming his swollen penis between her wide open thighs, taking pleasure from the tight, moist hole of the young girl, being fucked for the first time in her life.

"How do you like it, my little whore..?? Huh...? You like it...? I'm going to make you a woman now, I'm going to make you my slut for life... I'm going to stretch your hole wide, bitch... yeah ...take it... take my fat cock in your pussy... I'm going to fuck all three of your holes this way... Uh... Uhhh... yeah..." Vijay was grunting with each thrust he made inside her and taunting her while he fucked her. Asha was lying motionless, her head to one side and tears streaming from her eyes in silent protest at her ****** ****. When she didn't answer him, Vijay held her cheeks with his hand as he pinched them cruelly.

"Answer me, whore... Do you like my cock in your pussy...?"

"Uhhh...Uhhh...Sir... yes sir... I like it...please stop now, its hurting a lot, please sir, Uhh...Uhh...I'll take you in my mouth and please you... sir...Uhh..Uhh" Asha managed to say between his thrusts.

Vijay went wild when he heard her responding like that. He began pumping really hard now, battering her virgin hole with full strength as he made long and hard strokes with his engorged tool. He lay flat on her, pushing her legs back on her chest with his weight. Then, he stretched his legs out straight, supporting himself on his toes as he used his entire weight behind his thrusts. He was grinding himself furiously between her open legs, as if trying to join their bodies together. His mouth was on her neck and lips, biting the soft flesh there, his brain dizzy with pent up lust.

Vijay knew he wouldn't be able to hold it any longer. So, he increased his pace until moments later, with a final push, he let go of his jizz. The tightness of Asha's virgin hole was just too much for him as he came with a shudder, his massive prick swelling as he spewed his white hot semen inside Asha's pleasure hole, squirting his baby making juice inside her unprotected womb.

"Aaaahhhh....I'm coming bitch....Oooohhh... Here... take it... take my juice, you whore, I'm coming in your pussy...Uuuhhh..." He groaned as he kept on spurting inside her tight channel, until, with a final grunt of pleasure, he collapsed on top of Asha's limp body.

I watched with a sickening feeling as Vijay emptied his balls in Asha. She was not protected and she might get pregnant, I thought. Then another thought arose in my mind. So could my ****** and Ezhil. The men had all come inside her. I didn't know if we would get out of here alive, and even if we did, if we would ever be able to live a normal life again. I bent my head as the tears came.

Meanwhile, the other policeman was fucking my younger sister Ezhil in doggy style. She was made to get on her knees on the floor, and suck one guy's cum stained cock, while being fucked from behind by the other man's cock, like a bitch in heat

I looked at the man behind her. His thighs were relentlessly battering her soft ass cheeks as he thrust his long and thick prick into her freshly deflowered hole with *****. His hands were holding onto her hips and were pulling her towards him as he pushed forward. Each thrust was so powerful that it brought a painful moan from my sister Ezhil's mouth. She had been ********** taken for the first time and as if that was not enough, she was being subject to their ****** fucking for the second time that night.

The policeman in front of her also used her. He stood on his knees as he held her long hair in a bunch and guided his coal black penis in to her mouth. Ezhil sucked on the stiff rod without protest, coating it with saliva. She tried to accommodate as much as she could but it was too big for her small mouth. He pulled out from time to time and made her beg for it as he slapped her face with the hard member. Ezhil was made to act like a cheap slut who would do anything for cock.

They both fucked her in turn, switching places after every few minutes. Ezhil was ****** to suck their cocks straight from her pussy, licking her juices from their swollen organs and swallowing it. The cops fucked her with abandon, slapping her round butt with their calloused hands. The guy behind her now went on his haunches high above her ass, as if doing a sit up, and inserted his rigid penis back into her open hole. He supported himself on her hips with one hand, pushing her down painfully as he pumped her soft, wet hole harder than ever. He put his entire weight behind each push he made into her juicy slit, tearing her unused passage. With the other hand, he continued to spank Ezhil's round moons, hitting the plump fleshy cheeks with loud smacking sounds.

The cops took turns pumping her pussy as Ezhil moaned in pain at their merciless battering of her vagina and ass cheeks. This continued for some time until the policeman fucking her pussy from the back groaned like an ****** and came in her, filling her with his man juice. He made a last few thrusts with full ***** as he unloaded inside her tunnel. At last, with a hard slap on her buttocks, and a wide grin on his face, he pulled out. He moved towards her mouth as the second cop took up position behind her. He bent down on his knees in front of her. Ezhil knew what she would have to do. She sucked the cum stained cock, fresh from depositing its load in her pussy, into her mouth and proceeded to clean it with her tongue. She swallowed the cum sticking to the black rod obediently. The cop was pleased at her oral service and smiled as he slapped her face and complimented her on being a 'good whore'. He moved away to lie on the ground, exhausted from fucking my virgin sister twice in a row.

The second man didn't bother looking at Ezhil as she was cleaning his colleagues' slippery cock. He was too caught up in the sight of the young whore's tight ass cheeks as he pumped her from behind. The plump cheeks were inviting him as they moved with his thrusts. He slapped them hard and watched as the skin turned reddish. The dark cleft in between was almost enticing him with their promise of hidden pleasures. He separated the cheeks and exposed her brown hole to his eyes. The pucker was closed tightly. The horny cop wet his finger in his mouth and put it at her rosebud. Pushing slowly, he entered her tight ass hole, making Ezhil moan in surprise and pain. He pushed past the anal ring into her backdoor passage. He was getting excited at the prospect of fucking her ass hole as well.

He smiled as he finger fucked her ass hole, hard, in rhythm with his thrusts in her vagina. Ezhil was now being fucked in both her holes.

Soon after, the second cop held her hips in a tight grip as he spent in Ezhil's freshly deflowered hole. He grunted in pleasure as he shot his sperm in her, filling her tight passage with his juice and felt her ass clench on his invading finger. Ezhil moaned as she felt the hot blobs of semen being deposited in her for the fourth time that night.

The man waited until he had spent his entire load. He then pulled out slowly. As he did so, some of his cum oozed out of Ezhil's well fucked hole. He immediately caught it in his palm. He looked at the sperm coming out of her body and a twisted thought came to him. He inserted a finger in her pussy and began to pull out the sperm they had deposited there. When he had quite a good amount in his hand, he went towards her mouth.

Ezhil was ordered to lick the cum from his hand as he held it in front of her. The cop held her hair and ****** her to lap up the semen pooled in his palm. Ezhil licked at the salty liquid like a bitch until she had swallowed the entire load of man juice from his hand. She then had to clean the cop's penis as well as his dirty finger from her ass, finally collapsing to the floor when he moved away.

The other cops took turns with Regina, fucking her pussy and mouth repeatedly. Soon they both came one after the other, almost at the same time as the men fucking Ezhil, groaning as they filled the body of the middle aged whore with their semen.

Ah si ma prof d'anglais de l'époque de ma 6eme (cela doit remonter à 50ans!), savait comme je regrette d'avoir été un cancre (volontairement et juste dans cette "matière", je précise), et si elle est toujours de ce monde, elle doit bien rire et se dire: bien fait, na!

Comment je suis devenu un salopard



Je suis un homme de 25 ans, agent financier dans la multinationale XXX. J'ai toujours pensé qu'à ***** de dur labeur et d'empathie envers mes semblables je pourrai aller loin dans cette vie. Hélas, je me trompais et ma supérieure, Marlène, était la per***nification de cette erreur.
C'est une femme de 39 ans. Brune, cheveux long coupe carré. Toujours vêtu de lunettes et d'un tailleur classe mettant en valeur ses courbes opulentes. Elle dirige le département d'une main de fer et aussi loin que je me souviens je ne l'ai jamais vu sourire ou montrer de la sympathie à qui que ce soit. La légende veut qu'elle aurait gravit les échelons hiérarchiques de la compagnie en moins de 2 ans, ce que d'autres font en 10 ou tout simplement jamais. En d'autre terme, elle savait qui sucer et sur qui chier.

Ce matin, j'arrive au bureau et me rend directement dans la salle de conférence. Marlène m'y attend pour mon évaluation trimestrielle. Elle assît occupée à prendre des notes.
-Bonjour.
Elle ne prend pas la peine de me répondre. Elle glisse un document vers moi. Je survole la feuille et mes battements de cœur s'accélèrent. C'est un récapitulatif journalier des sites visités par les employés de la compagnie. L'un des sites est surligné en jaune : XXXXX.com. Un blog pour adulte que je parcours à l'occasion pendant mes heures de travail.
Ces yeux noisette m'observent derrière les montures de ses lunettes noires.
-D'abord facebook et maintenant ...ça.
Je sourie nerveusement et une bouffée de chaleur m'envahit.
-Je visitais ces sites pendant mes heures de pauses...En plus à coté je fais de l'excellent travail.
-Médiocre !
-Pardon ?
Elle me répond sans bouger un cil.
-Vous m'avez très bien comprise. Votre travail...est médiocre et ceci ajouté à vos...loisirs m'obligent à me passer de vos service à l'avenir.
Je desserre ma cravate.
-J'enverrai sous peu un rapport vous concernant à la RH et ils vous contacteront d'ici quelques jours.
Je suis abasourdie par ce que je viens d'entendre. Elle me regarde impassible et ajoute :
-Au revoir.

Plus tard dans la journée. On reçoit un mail de la centrale. Les grands patrons ***t mécontents : Quelqu'un a commis une erreur en effectuant une opération financière. J'envoie un mail à ma salope de responsable : Marlène. « Je sais que c'est Vous, la roue tourne ». C'est elle qui a effectué le virement et ce n'est qu'une question de temps avant qu'on ne remonte jusqu'à elle. Et peu importe le nombre de queux qu'elle sucera, cette fois ci, elle est cuite.
Une vingtaine de minute plus tard, la réponse de Marlène apparait sur mon écran : « Il faut qu'on parle. RDV ce soir chez moi,OK ?»

Il est 22h quand je ***ne chez Marlène. Elle habite un loft de standing. Elle m'accueille aimablement et m'invite à m'assoir. Elle porte un pantalon de survêt rose clair moulant et un débardeur blanc sans soutif qui laisse entrevoir une poitrine opulente.
Elle s'installe devant un écran de laptop sur lequel défilent des graphiques financiers. Elle tire une taffe et écrase sa cigarette dans un cendrier contenant des dizaines de mégots.
- Je te sers quelque chose ?
-Depuis quand on se tutoie ?
Ma question la déstabilise et un sourire nerveux se dessine sur ses lèvres.
-Et si vous m'expliquiez la rai*** de ma présence ici ?
Elle se passe nerveusement la main dans les cheveux.
-Je comprends tout à fait que tu.. VOUS soyez en colère contre moi. C'est pour ça que j'aimerai vous proposer un arrangement...
Elle me tend une enveloppe à l'intérieur de laquelle dépasse une liasse de billets violet.
-TU veux que j'endosse la responsabilité de TON erreur, c'est bien ça ?
Je compatis à *** désarroi, d'autant plus qu'elle semble réellement sincère mais bon...dans cette vie tout ce paye tôt ou tard. Certain appelle ça le karma moi j'appelle ça le retour de flamme.
-Je suis d'accord mais ça sera à mon prix.
Je me lève et déboutonne mon pantalon. Elle me regarde étonnée.
-Mais qu'est ce que....
-TA GUEULE ! c'est ça où j'en connais une qui va bientôt aussi pointer à l'ANPE et sans parachute dorée.
Elle ne réagit et je commence à me demander si ce que je viens de faire était réellement une bonne idée jusqu'à ce qu'elle me dise :
-Je te..Je te masturbe et on est quitte.
Je ne crois pas ce que je viens d'entendre. Je réponds sans réfléchir.
-Ça marche.
Elle s'approche de moi et plonge sa main dans mon pantalon. Elle sort ma queue. Elle m'a à peine effleuré que je suis déjà en érection et à avoir l'expression sur *** visage, elle n'a jamais eu un engin pareil en main. Elle commence à me caresse la verge d'une main experte.
Incroyable, je rêve éveillé. Cette garce frigide est entrain de me branler. Ses mouvements se font de plus en plus rapides. J'ai une vue plongeante sur sa paire d'obus. Elle ne porte pas de soutif et les pointes de ses tétons se dessinent sur *** débardeur .Ça m'excite et j'ai tellement envie qu'elle me prenne dans sa bouche.
-Suces moi.
Elle continue à me branler comme si elle ne m'avait pas entendue. J'insiste « suces moi ». Elle m'ignore et accélère les mouvements de sa main, elle veut en finir rapidement.
-Suce moi ou t'oublie notre accord !
Tout en me masturbant, elle me dévisage.
-Mais préviens-moi quand tu viens.
-D'accord.

Les douces lèvres de Marlène se referment sur mon gland. Je pousse un râle d'extase. Ça commence à venir. Elle a du mal à me prendre entièrement dans sa bouche à cause de l'épaisseur de ma queue alors elle me suce le gland pendant que ses deux mains me branle simultanément le manche .Ses mouvements ***t de plus en plus rapide. Je sens que ça monte et je retiens la sève mais la pensée de souiller sa bouche est tellement forte qu'une puissante giclée s'enfonce dans sa gorge. Surprise, elle a un mouvement de recul. J'attrape sa tête et j'enfonce ma queue profondément dans sa gorge. Elle tente de me repousser mais en vain. Elle déglutit et ouvre grand les yeux quand je me vide dans sa bouche déformé par la grosseur de ma queue. Elle tente une autre tentative pour sortir mon membre de sa bouche en me repoussant, mais c'est peine perdu. Je suis au dessus d'elle et Je maintiens ma queue dans sa bouche. Des larmes coulent sur *** visage. Finalement, elle se résout à avaler entièrement ma semence.
J'effectue des coups de rein avec ma queue toujours enfoncé dans sa gorge. Elle s'étouffe et une énorme quantité de salive mélangé à du sperme débordent de sa bouche. Je la tiens fermement par la tête et je continue à la baiser littéralement par la bouche jusqu'à ce qu'elle déglutit encore et manque de vomir.

Je la lâche et elle s'affale sur le sol. Je m'installe tranquillement sur le divan le manche toujours dressé. Elle reprend *** souffle et nettoie du revers de la main les restes de ma semence sur ses lèvres. Elle me foudroie du regard.
-Ordure.
Des larmes se ***t mélangées à *** mascara et laissé des trainés noire séchés sur *** visage. Cette vision m'excite et je caresse ma verge qui reprend toute sa vigueur encore lubrifié par sa salive.
-Caresse-toi !
-On avait un marché.
-Ouais mais le respecter n'engageait que toi...maintenant j'ai envie de te voir jouir...caresse toi.
-Je n'aurais jamais pensé ça de toi.
-Maintenant !
Elle fait disparaitre lentement sa main dans *** pantalon. Elle me fixe dans les yeux pendant qu'elle se caresse. Je calque ma masturbation sur les mouvements de sa main qui deviennent plus rapide et saccadé. Tout en me masturbant, je m'approche d'elle et soulève *** débardeur, ses seins lourds tombent...oh mon Dieu. D'une main je tire sur un téton. Marlène ferme les yeux et se mord les lèvres. Elle gémit. La main dans *** pantalon bouge de plus en plus vite. Je n'en peux plus, je sens que je vais encore éjaculer. J'enferme ma verge entre ses mamelle et je fais des mouvements de va et vient. Un orgasme l'envahit et tout *** corps se contracte. Je continue mes coups de rein avec ma verge coincée entre ses gros seins et j'explose : Une énorme quantité de sperme se déverse sur sa poitrine. Ma semence parcours *** ventre pour disparaitre dans l'espace laissé ouvert par sa main dans *** pantalon.
Je lui présente ma bite « nettoies ! ». Elle lape mon gros engin et ouvre grand la bouche afin de l'avaler docilement. Pendant de longues minutes, Marlène me polie la queue sans broncher.
Je me laisser tomber sur le divan, épuisé. Marlène se lève et sans un mot ni un regard, elle se rend au toilettes. Je la regarde partir. *** survêt taille basse moule magnifiquement ses fesses arrondies et à chacun de ses pas, le tas de chair contenu dans ses fesses pulpeuse bouge en slow motion. Je constate que je suis encore en érection. J'en veux encore.

Je la rejoins au toilette. Elle se rince le visage. Je colle mon érection contre ses fesses. Elle regarde mon reflet sur le miroir devant elle.
Silence.
-Qu'est que tu fais ?
Je soulève ses longs cheveux qui laissent apparaitre *** cou et je lui murmure derrière l'oreille. « Pense au sacrifice que je vais faire pour toi. »

Dans le salon, *** téléphone ***ne. Je lui ordonne de laisser ***ner, pendant que ma main se glisse à travers *** pantalon de survêt vers *** intimité. Elle m'arrête d'une main.
-Je t'en prie...NON
Le téléphone arrête de ***ner et passe sur la messagerie. « Bonsoir Marlène. C'est Paul. J'appelle au sujet de la transaction financière. Rappel moi. C'est urgent. »
-Alors ? Tu tiens vraiment à ce que j'arrête maintenant ?
Elle retire sa main et laisse la mienne continuer à explorer *** intimité. Elle est épilée. J'enfonce deux doigts dans *** vagin. Elle sursaute et se colle à moi. Sa minette est chaude et humide. Je pose mes doigts couvert de cyprine sur ses lèvres. Elle tourne la tête mais malgré ça, je parviens à ****** l'entre de sa bouche.
-Oui c'est ça...Suce !
Tout en restant collé à elle. Je baisse maladroitement *** pantalon et j'écarte sa culotte.
-Mets un préservatif avant...s'il te plait.
-Non je veux te sentir.
Marlène se colle contre le lavabo afin de m'empêcher de la pénétrer mais il est trop tard. Mon membre se fraye un chemin dans *** ventre. L'intérieur de *** vagin est en fusion. Je la pénètre lentement comme pour graver cette sensation de plaisir en mémoire. *** orifice vaginal est tellement mielleux que c'en est divin. Graduellement, je la culbute de plus en plus rapidement.
-Dit mon nom !
Elle ne répond pas. D'un coup je la pénètre jusqu'à la garde.
-Dit mon nom !
-Jean

C'est Merveilleux. JE continue a la pilonner .Elle se penche et s'agrippe au lavabo pour mieux prendre mes coups de reins. Elle porte une culotte en dentelle rouge et j'ai une vue imprenable sur la cambrure de ses fesses.
-Plus fort !
-JEAN...JEAN XXXX
J'écarte sa culotte pour mieux contempler les allers retour de ma queue violer *** intimité.
Marlène pose sa main sur mon bas ventre comme pour me dire de ralentir la cadence mais je l'écarte. Je m'agrippe a ses hanches et je la pilonne. A chaque coup de rein ses fesses rebondissent sur mon ventre. Elle mouille de plus en plus.
J'attrape ses cheveux et la tire contre moi et là bourre comme s'il n'y avait plus de lendemain.
Ses gémissement deviennent de plus en plus bruyant et soudainement, elle a un orgasme foudroyant : des spammes parcours *** corps et elle s'écroule. Elle s'assied a même le sol, tremblotante, sans pouvoir contrôler les mouvements de *** corps. Ça dure quelques minutes pendant lesquelles je profite du spectacle en me masturbant.
J'attrape ses jambes et l'attire vers moi. Je retire sa culotte et guide ma queue dans *** vagin. J'ai l'impression de pénétrer dans un volcan en ébullition. Je lui donne de rapide et puissant coup de rein.
-Ça te plait hein ? ...être prise comme une chienne.
-Ouiii...C'est bon..
Je la baise sur le sol à un rythme effréné et quand je retire mon engin, un jet de cyprine est expulsé de *** vagin et m'éclabousse le ventre...des petits jets moins puissants se déversent sur le sol. Elle croise ses jambes et se crispe.

*** téléphone ***ne encore dans le salon. Elle sait qu'elle ne va pas répondre alors elle reste allongé sur le sol immobile.
-Écarte tes jambes...j'ai envie de jouir en toi.
Elle s'exécute. J'introduis lentement ma grosse queue dans sa chatte. Ma queue disparait totalement à l'intérieur et je peux sentir mes couilles toucher ses fesses. Je ressors mon manche lentement pour le voir de nouveau être avaler par cette chatte béante et dégoulinant.

La messagerie automatique se déclenche « salut c'est encore moi. C'est pour te dire que tout est arrangé. IL n'y a pas eu d'erreur. IL s'avère que c'était juste un problème au niveau de la communication. On a eu chaud. Allez à demain »

On se regarde. A cet instant précis, ma queue en érection se trouve à l'entrée de *** vagin. On comprend instantanément ce que veux dire ce message : Le pouvoir va changer de camp et Marlène va reprendre le contrôle.
Elle tente de se dégager mais pour moi cette occasion ne se présentera plus jamais. Je pèse de tout mon poids sur elle afin de la maintenir sur le sol et je m'enfonce en elle d'un puissant coup de rein. Elle pousse un hurlement assourdissant « AEIIIII........ » et frappe sur mon torse. *** orifice me serre, il est étroit et à chaque coup de pilon Marlène hurle plus fort.
-ENCULÉ...TU ME DÉCHIRES......
Je continue à la laminer pendant qu'elle crie et se débat.
-ENCULÉ...
Après quelques minutes. Elle se calme et ses cris laissent place à des gémissements. Finalement je lâche la purée et je reste en elle jusqu'à ce que mon membre perde de sa vigueur.
Quand je me retire. Elle reste immobile et c'est alors que je réalise que lorsqu'elle a tenté de me repousser, je me suis enfoncé dans le mauvais orifice, *** trou d'honneur : Une longue trainée de crème blanche coule de *** orifice anal béant et se répand sur le sol.
J'étais tellement excité que je l'ai sodomisé sans le savoir.
Elle fixe le plafond en silence. Des larmes coulent de ses yeux et sans détourner *** regard du plafond, elle me dit sèchement :
-Tu as fini ?
J'aimerai lui dire que ce n'était pas mon intention mais ça ne ferait qu'empirer les choses.
-Oui.

Elle se lève et se dirige dans la douche en boitant. J'en profite pour me servir de la salle de bain du premier étage. Quand je descends, je trouve Marlène à l'extérieur. Elle porte un peignoir et fume une cigarette assise sur le balcon, les pieds en l'air posée sur la rambarde. Je m'approche d'elle.
-Écoute, pour ce qui s'est passé, je suis...
Elle me coupe la parole et sans détourner *** regard du paysage devant elle:
-Il ne s'est jamais rien passé !
Je sors sa culotte rouge de ma poche et la porte à mon nez. Je hume l'odeur sucrée de *** intimité
-Je peux garder la en souvenir ?
Elle continue de m'ignorer.

En sortant, je prends l'enveloppe de billets sur la table. J'aurais besoin d'argent dans les jours avenir étant donné que je serai bientôt chômeur...mais une pensée me revenait sans cesse à l'esprit : « Si tout se paye, tôt ou tard...alors à quand mon tour ?"

Excellent!

Un v i o l insolite



Il y quelques temps, j'ai quitter le cocon familiale pour m'installer seule à la ville. Je suis une jeune fille de 20 ans, plutôt petite et ronde et surtout très timide : je ne suis pas du genre à aller vers quelqu'un dans la rue pour draguer et si cela m'arrive à moi je fuis! Je me sentais bien seule dans mon petit studio...

Mais depuis quelques jours j'ai un nouveau colocataire, c'est un labrador! Je l'ai trouver près de chez moi, il a du être abandonné par ces anciens maitres, je l'ai baptisé Pat. Il est très affectueux et n'hésite jamais à venir se coller à moi ou a me gratifier de léchouilles affectueuses! Et aujourd'hui cela fait 2 semaine qu'il me tiens compagnie. Je dit « il » car au vue de *** attirail il s'agit bien d'un mâle!


Je viens tout juste de rentrer chez moi après le boulot, mon compagnon me salut en me léchant généreusement comme à *** habitude. Comme je suis fatigué par ma journée je décide de prendre une douche. La cabine de douche se situe simplement dans un renfoncement de la pièce. Pat est reparti se coucher dans *** coin quand je commence à me déshabiller. Je ne m'en rend pas vraiment compte sur le moment mais Pat a levé la tête vers moi et me regarde fixement lorsque je rentre dans la douche. Je commence à me mouiller le corps lorsque je me rend compte que je n'ai plus de gel douche. Zut! Je sors donc de la douche encore ruisselante pour aller chercher l'objet de mon oublie. Pat me fixe toujours sans que je n'y prête attention. Une fois le flacon en main je fais demi tour et... Patatras! Je m'étale de tout mon long sur le carrelage glissant d'eau! Je peste contre moi même en me relevant sur les genoux pour vérifier les dégâts. Pendant ce temps Pat s'est relevé et s'approche furtivement de moi... En m'examinant le corps nu je me rend compte qu'il y a longtemps que je n'ai pas fais l'amour et je me rappel ma dernière nuit d'ébat. Je suis en manque! J'ai envie de me caresser... Zut il faut que je me sorte cet idée de la tête! Je me met à quatre pattes dans l'idée de retrouver mon gel douche qui à filé lors de ma chute. Soudain, Pat me monte dessus comme une chienne et tente d'introduire sa verge en moi. D'abord surprise, je me fige puis, reprenant mes esprit, le repousse violemment quand je le sens me pénétrer. Je me relève d'un bond et file me cloitrer dans ma douche. Je tremble encore de l'avoir sentit en moi et surtout sentit à quel point sa queue est grosse, mais aussi douce et chaude. Je ressent encore la sensation dans ma chatte qui dégouline de mouille. Je descend ma main et commence à me doigter en imaginant Pat sur moi à quatre patte en train de ma prendre pour sa chienne. Mmmm c'est bon, je vais jouir... NON! Pas en imaginant le chien! Ma main continue de bouger seule et me fais jouir comme une salope.


Après cet acte éhonté je finie de me laver et file dans mon lit d'un bond sans prendre le temps de m'habiller de peur que le chien ne revienne à l'assaut. Une fois bien caler sous les draps je le cherche des yeux et le trouve enfin dans *** coin habituel tranquillement en train de dormir. Et moi qui l'imaginais me violer! N'importe quoi! Je m'endors presque aussitôt quasiment rassurée.


Je rêve de mon ex, le seul à m'avoir jamais touchée, d'un de nos rendez-vous qui se transforme rapidement en ébat sexuel. Il me lèche la chatte comme jamais, donnant de grand coup de langue partant de mon anus vers mon clitoris en me pénétrant profondément le vagin. Sous le plaisir mon corps se retourne et je me présente à lui les fesses relevées. Il continu *** cunnilingus de folie. Mon corps tremble d'excitation. Puis il arrête de me lécher et me monte comme une chienne. Après quelques mouvement dans le vide il me pénètre doucement mais profondément. Dans un demi sommeil je me rend compte que ce n'est pas mon ex qui me monte mais le chien! Réveillée instantanément j'essaie de me dégager mais trop tard! Le chien me tient fermement et à bien l'intention de me baiser comme une chienne! J'ai du l'exciter à me balader nue devant lui! Une fois entré profondément en moi il commence ses allée est venue malgré mes effort pour le repousser. Comme sa bite est grosse, elle me donne tellement plus de plaisir que celle de mon ex. Voilà que Pat me pilonne violemment. Je ne fais plus rien pour l'en empêcher. J'accepte ce viol insolite et le laisse me baiser comme sa chienne en chaleur. Ces allés et venues ***t violents, mais si bons! A chaque mouvement ses couilles titillent mon clitoris. Je n'en peux plus! Je me laisse aller au plaisir. C'est tellement bon d'être une chienne!!!


_Oh oui Pat c'est bon! Oui mon chien, vas-y baise moi! Oh oui! Oui! OUIIIIIIIIIIIIII


Le chien ayant fini sa besogne il se retire et commence à me nettoyer la chatte dégoulinant d'un mélange de mouille et de sperme.

Et moi je viens de connaître mon tout premier orgasme, et ce, avec un chien

Il est tard, je viens de finir ma journée de travaille, comme chaque soirs j'attends le train sur le quai de la gare pour rentrer chez moi, il a y environ 30 minutes de route et encore 1/4 heure à patienter. Je pense encore à ce qu'il c'est passé avant hier... Pat dans mon lit en train de me violer et moi qui aime ça! Depuis il ne s'est rien passé, il faut dire que je me contente du minimum face au chien : croquettes, eau, sortie. Et pourtant je ne peux pas m'empêcher de repenser sans arrêt à cette nuit et à tout le plaisir que ******* m'a donné! Zut voilà que j'ai encore les sous vêtements qui collent!

Ça y est, le train est là. En montant dans le wagon j'aperçois encore cet homme. Je le croise tout les soirs dans le train, et tout les soirs il me fixe et semble me déshabiller du regard. D'habitude cela me gène, mais aujourd'hui c'est différent. Des yeux je le cherche, pour la première fois j'ai envie de croiser *** regard! Pourquoi? Parce que je suis excitée! A cause de l'image qui me hante et m'habite : Pat qui me viole, me pillone et tout ces orgasmes!

Nos regards se croisent enfin. Pour la première fois je ne détourne pas les yeux, je le fixe et je lui fais comprendre qu'aujourd'hui il peut me parler, que je suis d'accord et même que j'ai envie de sexe, décidément l'aventure avec mon ****** m'a bien changée! L'homme ne se fait pas prier, il vient à côté de moi, et comme nous sommes seuls dans le wagon il n'utilise aucun préambule, aucune paroles. Il m'attrape fermement et me roule une pelle. Sa main descend sur mes seins puis sur mon entrejambe. Je me laisse faire et même écarte les cuisses pour qu'il puisse me caresser la chatte. Il passe rapidement la main dans ma culotte et découvre ravie que je suis trempée. Alors il me déshabille rapidement, sors sa bite de *** pantalon prêt à me sauter. Jusque là je l'ai laissé faire, mais je l'empêche de me prendre de suite. Je me retourne et me penche de manière à lui présenter mes fesses. Il ne demande rien de plus et me prend comme ça. Il me baise fort et violemment, donne de grand coup et me tient ainsi presque 1/4 d'heure avant de jouir.

Nous arrivons à *** arrêt, il me remercie et s'en va, comme ça, simplement. Moi, bien sure que j'ai pris du plaisir, j'ai même joui! Mais voilà, j'attendais l'orgasme! C'est dans cet état d'esprits et la culotte encore trempée et pleine des semences de cet homme que je rentre chez moi.

Arrivé dans mon studio, Pat vient vers moi, commence à me faire la fête et s'arrête soudainement pour me renifler la chatte. Il frotte *** museau et appuis sur mon clito. Dans l'état où je suis je n'ai plus envie de réfléchir. Il m'excite! Alors je me déshabille entièrement, m'assoie sur une chaise et me présente devant lui les cuisses écartée, la chatte à l'air. Pat commence à me lécher, et moi j'en tire le plus de plaisir possible. L'autre ne m'a pas suffi, il m'en faut plus! Pat me lèche si fort que je joui déjà, j'écarte mes lèvres afin qu'il puisse me donner plus de plaisir. Je mouille abondamment, il a l'air d'apprécier, et j'aime ce qu'il me fais. Je sens la chaleur monter, mes muscles ***t parcourus de petits tremblements, ça y est, c'est l'orgasme! Je hurle de plaisir encore et encore, puis n'y tenant plus je me met à quatre patte.

-"Aller viens Pat, prend moi!"

Il ne se fais pas prier et comme la dernière fois il me monte, enserre mon ventre de ses pattes avant et après quelque coup dans vide, me pénètre. Il entre d'un seul coup, me tirant encore un grand crie de plaisir. Il commence ses aller et venue me pillone violemment, je prend un plaisir fou et me prend pour une chienne. Je sens qu'à chacun de ses aller et venue il inonde mon sexe de sperme chaud. L'acte dure plus longtemps que la dernière fois et je sens déjà la chaleur qui monte:

-OUIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIIIIIIIII IIIIIIII iiii!

Mais Pat ne s'arrête pas, il continue! Moi je devient comme folle sous ses coups de butoir, je ne cesse de jouir, c'est si bon! Je commence à sentir une boule se former sur sa bite dans ma chatte, elle me donne encore plus de plaisir. Comme elle grossi j'ai encore un, puis deux, puis trois orgasme consécutif! Je suis dans un état second pleine de sperme qui continu de jaillir de la bite de Pat. Il arrête ses aller et venue et tente de se retirer. NON! Je ne veux pas! Cette grosse bite gonflée est trop bonne. Sa queue tressaute dans mon vagin à chaque éjaculation. Il tente encore de se retirer et me fait mal, sa boule est trop grosse et ne peux pas sortir! Sous un nouveau mouvement, j'ai encore un violent orgasme qui me fais hurler plus fort que toutes les fois précédentes! Sous cet pression de mon vagin, Pat éjacule violent et réussi à s'extirper de mon corps. Je hurle encore sous l'orgasme et ma chatte crache le trop plein de sperme. Je reprend mon souffle, je dégouline de semences canine, Pat lui, est partit se lécher.

Je suis à bout de souffle, à quatre patte au milieu de mon studio à dégouliner de sperme. Tout l'immeuble à du m'entendre hurler. Mais je ne pense qu'a une chose : Je suis Zoophile et j'aime ça!

Black Cocks Only


My name is Xenia. I am happily married with 1 ******** and a loving husband, Gab. At 31 I can say that I'm still attractive. I know that few men at work and in church still look at me with awe as I flirt with them sometimes just to get the attention. I am about 5.3", 32C cup, short hair,with a fringe.

I do part time work in a big firm as an admin. I did that so I can get myself occupied and also have time for my ********.

I have always been quite wild in my younger days but for some reason casual flirting and dates were as far as I have ever been. So you can say that I have only been with 1 man, and I married him. In this marriage, I am the dominant one.

Gab owns a logistic company and quite good at what he is doing. He had gained few pounds ever since we got married. He hasn't been very good at keeping up with my needs (which has always been consistently high), but of course I never told him this. He likes to boast about his 4" penis and how I always lied to him how great the sex was. I thought little white lie wouldn't hurt.

He really cares for me in a financial kinda way. We lived comfortably in a nice 4 bed room house with a swimming pool. Everything seems normal until one day.

It has been a stressful day but I finished work quite early and thought I would go home earlier to see my kid. I grabbed my bag, packed up my things and took the elevator.

When I get into the elevator there was this old man in his 50s wearing a janitor uniform, I assumed he is the building's janitor. He's almost bald with scruffy look.

Then he broke the silence and said "Hi, I'm Jerome." he smiled.

I replied "Hi Jerome I'm Xenia." I can feel that he is eyeing me up and down.

"You are so beautiful" he said,

I blushed and said thank you.

"Are you heading off home? he said.

"Yeah, want to call it a day". I answered. Then the elevator door opens, we then continue chattering about general stuff about the company while we walk to the bus stop. I just realised that I missed the bus and it wont be until another hour for the next one to come.

"Can I invite you to my place for a coffee?" he asked.

"uummmm..." I hesitated and he gave me a sincere smile.

He said "it's only coffee, you can give this old man such a joy, and I will drive you home".

I melted when he said that so I nodded with a smile.

I jumped into his old Ford. It was filthy and smelly inside. Finally we got to his place. It's in a very run down suburb. His house is also very simple, old, porch was not taken care of either.

When I entered the house, it was very gloomy, porn DVDs were on the floor, dirty magazines were in the torn old stained couch, ash trays full of cigarette butts, beer bottles.

He walked to the fridge and asked if I want beer instead. I nodded. We sat down there talking bout my life, his life, and in no time I was in my 2nd bottle and I feel that his hand was caressing my inner thighs. He then moved his lips and started french kissing me. I was shocked but felt helpless. How can this ugly looking black janitor made such a bold move. We continued kissing, whilst his hand was groping my breast and fondling them with my blouse still on.

My pussy was twitching and hot. My nipples were hard. I couldn't believe it. He then stopped and got up and said "Get in the room and get undress!".

His voice was very masculine and he is a different man than the one I saw in the elevator.I was under his spell, it felt that i have to obey his command. No man has ever talks like that to me. I walked into his room, slowly undressed myself. I saw him grinning after I took off my soaking wet panties.I stood by the bed and he started unbuckling his belt. He looked at me with a lustful eyes. He pulled down his pants and I saw the largest cock I have ever seen. It was a hard 10" long, with 5" thick full of veins, dark purple head and the balls were huge.

He walked towards me, "Suck my cock!" he commanded.

I quickly kneel and grabbed the big cock with my hand. My hands were too small, his cock was very thick. I saw my $10,000 wedding ring while my hand was around his cock and stroking it. It looks dirty but I loved it.

I quickly take his big black cock into my mouth and slurp it like a hungry whore. His cock had a musky scent to it, must be from sweat from work and no shower for a few days I thought. But that smells turned me on so much. Given the situation, I think that is how cock of a real man should smell and taste like.

I can't believe that he has turned me into doing something like this. He grabbed my head and starts to fuck my mouth like he fucks a two-dollar whore on the street, shoved it down my throat. He ****** his big black cock into my throat until I gagged. Every now and then he will pull out just to see strings of pre-cum mixed with my saliva on the corner of my mouth goes all the way to his shinny now-polished cock.

In the corner of my eyes I can see our reflection in the mirror, the image was very sexy, slutty and so right. Like I was meant to do this for him, or was born to do this. My nipples were erect, my pussy was screaming and begging to be pounded by tat big black cock.

He asked me to get into his bed. I got up and climbed into his bed immediately. He jumped into the bed, lifted my legs up and he started rubbing his cock around my pussy lips. My pussy was so soaking wet

and begging to be fucked. As his big black cock enters my pussy, I could have sworn I was going to scream with ecstassy. I clinched and grabbed the bed head as he started to slide his cock in and out inside my pussy in a steady slow pace.

After several minutes, and two orgasm later, my pussy started to stretch and he started fucking me without with full ***** without mercy. He was fucking me ********. And fortunately that is what I have craved for, I tanked God for every thrust he made into my fertile fuck hole! I think I screamed so loud the entire neighborhood could hear me.

"You like that dont cha? you little whore...you said you're married but you are nothing but a slut, a whore for big black cocks! after I finished with you, you will be begging for more and that's all you gonna be fucking!!"

I can't believe I just let someone called me a whore....but I guess after all this...I am...This man has shown me dominance and shows me who is in charge.

"OOOHHH....AAAAHHHHH...AAAAAAAHHH....YESSS..YESSS I AM YOUR WHOREEE....PLEASE DON'T STOP FUCKINGG MEEE....OOHH...OHHH...FUCK ME HARD LIKE YOUR WHORE!!!..."

"Tell me how does my cock compare to your husbands?"

"HIS PENIS CAN NEVER SATISFY ME LIKE YOU DO...JEROME...OOH...OHHHH ...IM CUMMMINGGGG.....I LOVE YOU BIG BLACK COCK....OH MY GODD OH MY GODD YOU'RE SOO BIGG"

I hold him tight and caress his big chest whilst he is still on top of me banging my now torn pussy that I vowed only to give to my husband only.

Jerome kept the pace and his hands were mauling my breasts very rough, I thought, this is what I need....I need a fuck, a real fuck by a real man...with a real cock, a black cock and only that from now on.

He flipped me and fucked my doggy style, I screamed with pleasure " OH YESS BABY, THAT'S IT...FUCK MY MARRIED PUSSY WITH YOUR BLACK COCK..."

"See I told my niggas that you are one nigga loving, cock hungry cum whore that happens to be married, but doesnt mean anything now is it?"

"YES....YESS.. YESS... JEROMEE...IM A NIGGA LOVING WHORE....FUCK ME FUCK ME ...FUCK ME HARD...CUM INSIDE MEE JEROMEEE...PLEASEEEEE...IM BEGGING YOU..I WANT YOU TO IMPREGNATE MEEE!!!"

I wanted his ***** so bad at this stage, I have lost all good conscience. I want to conceive his baby and tell the whole world that it is his.

"Tell me whose pussy is this?? Tell me who your married pussy belongs to??" He asked.

"OHHHHHH JEROMEE IT IS YOURSSS IT IS YOUR PUSSY NOW...YOU OWNED MY PUSSSY..."

"If it's my pussy that means I get to fuck you as I wish and I get to choose whose cock you can suck and fuck??"

"YESSS YESSS...I WILL ASK YOUR PERMISSION IF MY HUBBY WANST TO HAVE SEX WITH ME...AND YOU CAN CALL ME ANYTIME WHENEVER YOU WISH TO FUCK ME, BREED MEEEE!!"

Apparently this drove him nuts, he shoved his cock furiously and grabbed my hips so he can slam his cock deeper and deeper. He started to moan and said "YOU DIRTY WHOREEE...HERE TAKE MY CUMMM...TAKE IT.... I WANT TO SEE YOUR LIMP HUBBY'S FACE SEEING YOU CARRY MY OFFSPRING....AAARRRGHHHH!! with that he shot load after load into my fertile womb. "OHHHH...YESSSSSSS....Thats' it honey...impregnate me with your sperm...."

That afternoon he fucked me more than 3 times and he pumped his baby making seeds inside me. My pussy felt so full and well treated I thought.

"from now on, when I call you, you will come and see me immediately." then he asked me to leave my drenched panties with him. He didnt let me clean up, he said there is something sexy with letting me come home to my usband with cum dripping from my pussy and scent of sex is still on me. I obeyed him.

That day I got home with a taxi, Jerome decided that he's got some errands to do. My life was never the same after that day. I came home and took a shower and had dinner with my family. That night I slept like a baby after the intense ****** fucking I got from Jerome. Who would've thought that an ugly looking old janitor could score with someone like me? well I guess everyone has their shooting star once in a while.

After that night my sex life has changed. I never let my husband to "touch" me again. I reason with him because of stress.

I have never seen Jerome after the incident. I started getting frustrated. I really craved his black cock and it's getting uncontrollable. One day I got an intercom, it was him. He said "finish early today, meet me at my place at lunch time" then hung up.

I was upset by the way he speaks to me but at the same time glad that he called. I got out of the office, took a taxi and got to his place. He opened the door for me, and I got inside. As soon as I was inside, there was no waiting, he stripped me, put me on all four and fucked me hard all day long until just about dinner time. I quickly text Gab and said I might be late due to overtime at work. This routine continued for several weeks everyday in the afternoon before going home.

Lately, however, he demanded that I cook dinner and wash his dirty laundry for him before I leave, because he thinks it is rude of me to leave after he gives me a good fucking, make sense I thought. Sometimes I would lie naked on his dirty couch sucking his cock off whilst he watch football on TV with his beer on his hand. Several occasion he talks on the phone with his friends while fucking me and watch TV. I was like his walking fuck doll. No denying his friends can hear my loud screams in pleasure as the background. Sometimes they even talk about me and laugh at how a normal suburban housewife church goers like me can turned into a cum hungry nigga loving whore.

Yesterday he took me to a tattoo parlor and asked me to tattoo "Black Cocks Only" above my pubic hair with a downwards arrow pointing to my pussy. He also tattooed above my ass "Owned by Blacks". I was hesitant at first but really liked the end result. I felt owned. Cant wait to see Gab's face if he finds out, not that he has ever seen me naked anymore anyway as I have avoided anything leading to sex with him. The tattooist is a black man as well, a friend of Jerome, so I got it for half price. Yes, I had to paid for it.

Friday afternoon, after our usual "afternoon delight" he told me he's got a surprise for me and he said my pussy will love him for it. He asked me to take Monday off work and come and see him. Sunday was the longest day of my life. I couldnt concentrate and all I could think about when I was in church on Sunday is you know what.

Come Monday, I was excited. He asked me to wear something sexy so I wore a sexy black lingerie and high heels. I was so excited and ordered a taxi to my house to take me to his place. By then Gab's already left home for work, so he wouldnt know. I finally got to his place. When I knocked on the door, he let me in and my jaw almost dropped as there were 6 other black men, all about his age, sitting in the living room, all butt naked. They were all smoking and ********. The room was full of smokes.Their eyes were looking at me like they havent seen women all their life. They all just starred at me.

Jerome broke the silence "see told ya niggas, she's hot and fuckable!"

One old guy said "woooow....never seen anyone like 'dis bro, you're doing okay there. So bab...I heard you like you meat black ehh??" They all burst out laughing.

Another guy said "come here babe...let me give you some of dis black meat...you wont be crawling to your husband ever to satisfy that naughty pussy that you have..."

I was ashamed and embarrassed.

Jerome introduced me one by one. Clockwise, Larry, Eddie, John, Leroy, James and John. They all have one look in common, old, big, fat, black, ugly and almost bald and yes...huge large cocks. They were hard immediately after I walked into the house.

"now Xenia, these are my homies, I shared everything with them....now this is my surprise to you...enjoy these smelly black cocks because you're in for a treat." Jerome said.

I quickly undressed and left my lingerie with my high heels on. They were all cheering when they saw my tattoo.

"She's really into blacks bro....!! Cant believe you work!!!" Leroy complimented Jerome of his work transforming a faithful housewife into a whore.

"yeah...soon she'll be breeding our babies!!" John added.



"I want to see the look of her husband after today and with that tattoo, I will die and give my soul to see that!!"

They all cracked laughing.

I felt betrayed and angry that he shares me with his friends. I thought I was special to him, so I thought. But not wanting to make him lose face I tagged along with his game.

I started of sucking Larry's cos he was the closest to me. I was kneeling down on the floor while he was sitting down on the couch. Sonny playing and fingering my wet pussy lips through my lingerie. Eddie got up from his seat and sat next to Larry so I sort of alternate sucking and stroking their cocks. They all share the same taste and musky smell. I looked at them in the eyes asking for approval. By now I am a trained cocksucker and intentionally tried to gag myself for their sole pleasure only. Every now and then I would lick and clean their sweaty balls.

At this point in time I saw Jerome was video filming all the heat. I could'nt careless anymore. by now, my pussy is agitated and aching for a hard pounding. I started to change my mindset, I began to enjoy his surprise. Actually I thanked him for this.

Soon enough, Sonny pull my lingerie down around my knee so my pussy is wide open for an entry point. He shoved his big hard cock inside me and I moaned out loud. He purposely left my panties there so I can't spread my legs to apart from each other.

"Ohhhhhhhh.....fucckkk....it's sooo biggg..." I shout while turning my head behind towards him.

He is like a man possessed, grabbed my hips and pull me deeper and slam it against his big black cock. I came that very second. Larry and Eddie demanded my attention, pulled my hair and start fucking my face again.

Sonny grabbed my wrists and pulled both of my arms and used it as a clutch to increase impact. I was in heaven I thought. The thought of servicing these undeserved old dirty black men turns me on. Knowing also the fact that there are much more attractive successful men out there that would do me, but I chose these men? It's such a turn on.

John and Leroy came to me and played with my tits. Mauling, squeeze, pinching them to drive me crazy and my nipples hard. James was stroking his cock getting ready to take Sonny's place once he comes.

"Ohhh...I'm cumming...you ready for this old man's seed baby?" asked Sonny.



I pulled out my mouth from Larry's cock and said "yess.oh yes Sonny...you fucked me so gooooddd....cum inside me...today I am your fuck whore, do as you wish...you can cum anywhere you want..." I shouted.

"you are such dirty married whore...you like dis? eh? being treated like a whore? Once you go black you can never go back" he exlaimed.

"ohhhh...yess...yess I do...very much...yes baby...fuck my pussy...just like that...it is your fuck hole...please fuck my fuck hole real hard....!!" I began to came on his cock.

with this, he came squirt after squirt, by the time he pulled out his cum was dripping along my inner thigh, James quickly took his position and fucked me real hard again. Larry and Eddie came inside my mouth. The hot cum sliding down my throat and I got so much in my mouth that it overflowed and created cum bubbles and strings of hot cums dangling on my chin. They loved the sight. Jerome had this on video cam as well.

Jerome couldnt help his load, apprently he has been jerking off while recording the whole thing, he shot his load on my face. It was so much load that it nearly covered my face.

We finally moved to Jerome's room. John and Leroy fucked me simultaneously with my legs spread high in the air. by now, I only have my heels that is left of me.

"ooohhh...ahhhh...fuck me with that big black cocks...it feels so goood...ohhh yess..hard ...I want it hard...!!" I screamed in pleasure.

Leroy was increasing his pace and asked "tell me what you want?" still maintaining his fast and hard thrusts.

"I want to be bred by black men....ohhh...yes...yes... so I can raise black ******** ...ohhh...ahh... for you...I want to show everyone that I am a whore for black cocks!!" I gasped for air.



"good answer Xenia...I think I will give you my sperm.." exclaimed Leroy. With this he shot his load into my cum filled pussy.

"ahhhh...thank you Leroyy.....shoot that hot cum inside me ...make me yourss "I screamed whilst holding him tightly.

After Leroy finished, John indicated me to straddle him. I ride him like never before, I fucked myself real hard because I was in such ecstassy with all these decent size cocks in my pussy non stop. I just can't get enough. He soon changed the position to doggy style, pulled my hair and fucked me like there is no tomorrow. My hands, both of them were onto the bed heads, by now the bed is creaking and making up so much noise from our ****** fucking. I was moaning with such pleasure and came over and over again. Suddenly the phone rang. From the ringtone I knew it was Gab, my hubby.

John kept on going and asked "who is it?"



"ooohh ....aahhh...oooohhhh my....my...hubby...please...dont ...stop.....baby...I'm nearly there....fuck me hard...fuck my married pussy hard...I 'm begging you don't stooopppppp!" I begged.

He continued. So does the phone keeps on ringing and then suddenly stops. Apparently without me knowing, they took my phone and pressed 'answer' button. My hubby could hear all the moaning and the racket between the bed banging against the wall and the boys cheering in the background.

"ooohh....that's it...baby...ahhhhh...ahhhh....fuckkk my married fuck holleee with your big black cock... i love big black cock....it's yours....cum inside me...pleaseee!" I screamed while releasing my love juice.

The guys turned the phone off after that and in the background they were shouting and wooing and making jokes about my husband went berserk and panic hearing me getting fucked in the background. Like I said, I didnt know this until later on.

If only Gab knew what his wife is doing now. I thought to myself. Servicing 6 black men in a dinghy house.

Not long after that John came. Then I quickly asked their permission to text my hubby that I will be home late tonight. So dont wait for me. Sent the text and then turned my phone off again.

The fucking and *********** continues that night. They came inside my pussy at least twice that day and at least once in my mouth or my face. By the end of it, around my pussy lips were white frosted cum that dried out from exposed air. My face was covered in cum stenches. My hair was also stuck with cum shots made earlier today.

I was so exhausted and they asked me to complete the surprise. I couldnt believe it, it's never ending. They want me to come home in the exact condition as I am and play my hubby the video Jerome made. As the grand finale Jerome wants my hubby to arrange a sit down and talk to him because from now on things will start to change especially around the house according to him. I wonder what that might be?

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A Teacher's Way Out of a Dilemma


Spring was approaching; Robins were nesting in the trees outside of my classroom window and the gloom of winter was turning into the warmth of summer. I should be happy; however my family situation was becoming more and more difficult.

My husband and I have been married for 17 years, since the month after we graduated from teachers college. I fell immediately into a wonderful job teaching elementary classes at an upper middle class local school. My husband John soon found a position as a science teacher at a nearby, inner city high school. All went well and our lives began to develop well. Our only negative aspect was when I discovered that due to a ********* illness, I would never be able to have ********. So, the kids in our classes became our ********.

We purchased a home at an outstanding price and very low flexible interest rate several years ago. Our combined salaries easily made the mortgage as well as allowing a nice life style. Unfortunately, three years ago we were hit like a million others in America. The flexible rates jumped from 3.5% to 8.5%, hitting us hard. Then, two years ago John was informed that his entire school was closing due to lack of funds. It has now been 24 months we have been ******** by on my salary alone. Teachers everywhere are out of work and taking whatever they can find. John has even worked in a gas station making minimum wage. We are hurting.

Two weeks remained before the end of school and every teacher was anxiously awaiting the renewal notice for teaching in the fall. Two of my friends and fellow teachers had received a written notice that "due to employment cuts" they would not be asked to come back to work. I was frightened the same thing might happen to me. That would destroy our financial situation. We might lose the house and end up homeless.

It was a Friday afternoon when I received a note to see the Principle after school was out. I knew it. This was it. What was going to happen?

Our Principle was Kevin Richards. The staff had been informed he was married to a beautiful woman about 35 years old and she never attended any school functions. We knew nothing about her. He was approximately 50 years old and an authoritarian man, having retired from the military after 20 years as a Master Sergeant. He never spoke about it, but the rumor was that this 6' 3" 210 pound black man had been in some group of Special ******. He was certainly big and strong enough, and had always maintained a direct control over all off the staff.

The note had said, "Pam, come to my office at 5 PM."

Almost everyone had left between 4 and 5 and the silence was atypical. I waited in my room until the clock approached 5. Gathering my books and personal items, I walked the hall to Mr. Richards's office. The door was open and he saw me approaching. "Come in Pam," he called out, asking me to close the door behind me.

He directed me to a seat straight across from his desk. As was his normal conduct, he came right to the point and asked if I had heard about the staff reductions for the fall. He said that everyone except one had been notified that they would not be rehired. He told me the final person cut would be selected today and it would be between me and a new elementary teacher, a Mr. Helms who had a wife and two ******** to support. I felt like the axe was about to fall.

It was then Mr. Richards walked to the door, locked it and sat in a chair next to me. "What I am about to tell you is private and very personal. It is strictly between you and me." He explained that for the past few years he had a mistress but she had recently married and was moving out of the state.

He said they had met at least once a week and had shared an active and varied sex life. Looking directly into my eyes he asked, "If you will agree to take her place, you will experience wonderful evenings out, box seats in the theater, fine dining several times a month and periodic gifts. Of course you would agree to have any form of sex, anywhere I ask, any time and any way I tell you. You would also have your job teaching for another year, including a 10% raise for your longevity with the school.

I know your husband has been out of work for two years. We do not have any available teaching positions, but we can bring him in as a substitute teacher, giving him a few days work every week."

I was shocked. I did not know what to say. If I said no, I would be fired and my husband and I could be out in the street. If I agreed to this sinful, adulterous agreement, I would be rehired, get a raise and John would have a part-time job which would certainly pay more than the gas station and help our finances.

Mr. Richards waited a moment then added, "Your husband must also agree with this arrangement. I don't want any problems with an angry husband." He told me he had to make the decision right away and asked me to call John, explain everything and to get his approval. He told me he was going to the Administrative Office for about 30 minutes and would be back for my answer. He turned and walked out and down the hall.

I sat in silence for a few minutes considering the options. It seemed I had no choice except to agree. This was especially difficult as I have never had sex with anyone except John. Yes, John and I had fantasies that we had shared and have done some role playing about him watching me have sex with a strange lover. I never considered them actually happening. I would have to talk to John and leave the final decision up to my husband.

When I called John, he exploded. "Hell No!" he said. However, as we discussed the current situation and the limited options we had, he finally, reluctantly agreed. I could hear the pain in his voice as he told me how sorry he was to have us in such a sad state of affairs. I told John that there were MANY people in basically the same condition, but we were actually fortunate to have a way out.

I told him it was certainly not his fault and that as a couple, we love each other and both have to do things at times that we don't want to do. I told him we would work it out and hung up.

My timing was about right as Mr. Richards walked in as I hung up. He asked if I had talked to John and if he had agreed. I told him that we discussed it and agreed that it was the only option we had at that time. I asked him what he expected from me.

"First of all I want you to fully understand that you will do anything and everything I ask you to do. If you hesitate or reuse, then the deal is off and you are heading for the unemployment line."

I agreed, got up and started to leave, saying I would see him Monday. Mr. Richards told me I wasn't going anywhere right now. He told me that he wanted to be certain that I would comply and be his mistress. He pulled out the master keys to the school and told me to follow him.

We walked to the end of the main hall and then down the stairs to the basement. It was dark and moist as we descended the stairs. He led me over to the south corner of the huge room. There were no chairs or sofa, just a couple of tables of various sizes. He pointed to a large one and told me to "have a seat."

Mr. Richards went to a locker and using his key, opened it. He turned back toward me and was holding a digital camera. "I don't want you changing your mind later, so I want to take a few pictures of you for my personal collection. Stand up and face me." I did as he asked.

Using the flash, he took a few pictures of me from several directions. He had me smile and wave as if we were having a good time together. He asked me my age (45) and my body measurements (115 pounds, 5'7" tall), a small 32B bra size and hips at 35". "Now I want to see what that looks like... take off your dress."

Although I knew this would happen, I didn't expect it so soon. The expression in his eyes was firm and it was obvious he did not want to wait for me to obey. So, I turned my back to him and started to unbutton my front opening dress.

"Don't turn away from me," he almost yelled. "You are mine and I expect you to willingly show me what I now own." I turned back to face him and continued unbuttoning my dress. As I opened it I realized that I had worn one of my sexist bra and panty sets without any slip or pantyhose.

I placed my dress on the table behind me and had a difficult time trying to cover my private areas with my hands. Mr. Richards walked up to me and grasped both of my wrists. He raised them above my head and told me to hold them in that position.

Without any other movement or comment, he cupped my breasts and said he was sorry they were so small. Opening the front hook, he opened it and examined my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples. Taking the camera, he took several more pictures, making sure they showed not only my breasts, but my face as well. He insisted that I smile and appear that I was voluntarily taking these pictures.

My arms were getting tired holding my hands high above my head. As they started to lower, he placed his big hand fully over my mound. One finger slid smoothly down my vaginal slit and pressed against my clit. I jumped and started to back away. He told me to stand still.

Backing away, he took more pictures showing all of my body. "Now the key shot," he said, "drop your panties."

My bra was falling off my arms, so I removed it and placed it on my dress. Perhaps I was simply delaying the inevitable. I placed my thumbs in the band of my panties and slowly slid them over my hips and down my thighs. All the time, he was taking more pictures.

As I stepped out of my panties, he flashed a picture that I knew was fully showing my pussy. He laughed as I realized what he had seen. I was ashamed to admit that my labia lips were glistening with moisture. Here he was fully dressed and I was becoming sexually aroused.

I thought that he was about to take me. However, he stepped back with a huge grin and told me he was pleased to see that I was going to be a "good slut" for his use. Even with my desire becoming evident, he told me that he was going to use me when he wanted me, not when I wanted him.

He said, "Get dressed and go home to your husband. Let him fuck you. Tomorrow is Saturday and I will be coming to your house at 8 PM. I want you in some sexy lingerie and I want your husband there to greet me. If he is good and if you look sexy enough, we might let him watch us have some ferocious sex. Have some good bourbon for us to share."

Mr. Richards turned and walked away, leaving me standing naked and horny in the basement. He called back to me; lock the basement when you leave. Then he was gone.

My arms were getting tired holding my hands high above my head. As they started to lower, he placed his big hand fully over my mound. One finger slid smoothly down my vaginal slit and pressed against my clit. I jumped and started to back away. He told me to stand still. Backing away, he took more pictures showing all of my body. "Now the key shot," he said, "drop your panties."

My bra was falling off my arms, so I removed it and placed it on my dress. Perhaps I was simply delaying the inevitable. I placed my thumbs in the band of my panties and slowly slid them over my hips and down my thighs. All the time, he was taking more pictures. As I stepped out of my panties, he flashed a picture that I knew was fully showing my pussy. He laughed as I realized what he had seen. I was ashamed to admit that my labia lips were glistening with moisture. Here he was fully dressed and I was becoming sexually aroused.

I thought that he was about to take me. However, he stepped back with a huge grin and told me he was pleased to see that I was going to be a "good slut" for his use. Even with my desire becoming evident, he told me that he was going to use me when he wanted me, not when I wanted him. He said, "Get dressed and go home to your husband. Let him fuck you. Tomorrow is Saturday and I will be coming to your house at 8 PM. I want you in some sexy lingerie and I want your husband there to greet me. If he is good and if you look sexy enough, we might let him watch us have some ferocious sex. Have some good bourbon for us to share." Mr. Richards turned and walked away, leaving me standing naked and horny in the basement. He called back to me; lock the basement when you leave. Then he was gone.

Chapter 2

It was nearly 7 PM before I drove into my drive way. I had turned off my cell phone and wandered around town and down by the lake, just thinking about what had happed this afternoon. What would I tell my husband John? Would he go along with the agreement I had made with Mr. Richards? What would he say when I told him about the pictures that were taken of me. Of course I had to tell him everything.

Entering my house my husband met me in the hall and was uncertain what to say. He was obviously very upset and he said he was sorry that he had placed us in this position. I told him it was not his fault his school had closed and he lost his job. He had been trying for nearly two years to find another teaching position, without any luck. Unfortunately, the bills had piled up and my salary was not sufficient to cover everything, despite our cutting back on all unnecessary expenses.

Mr. Richards offer for a raise for me and a part time job for John would allow us to meet our expenses. It was a way out. It was the only way out we could find. We sat down in the kitchen and discussed everything while pouring ourselves several tall, strong ******. I finally got enough courage to tell John that Mr. Richards was coming to our house tomorrow evening. We both knew this would be a test for us to see if we would agree to his offer for our jobs and for me to become his sex toy. A lot depended upon how Mr. Richards and John reacted to each other.

I don't think either of us slept that night. I don't know what John was thinking. My mind was going over what had happened at the school basement and what instructions he had given me for Saturday night. He wanted me in "some sexy lingerie" and he wanted to meet John. I had to plan the day and make certain everything was ready for our visitor.

It was almost nine and John was still asleep when I got out of bed. I searched my drawers and could not find any really sexy lingerie. I would have to make a run to the local Mall. One store would have what I required. John got up and said he was going to go for a run. I knew he would be gone at least two hours, enough time for me to put fresh sheets on the bed and to clean up the kitchen and living room. I was finishing as John returned. I told him I had to go to the market and left for the mall.

It was the third store I searched, Nordstrom's, which had the perfect things for me to wear for Mr. Richards. It was an open Mesh Chemise with matching G-string and a mesh shelf bra. The bra was unlike anything I have ever worn. It had satin piping, bows and rosette accents. Being a "shelf bra" it pushed up my breasts but fully exposed my nipples and the top half of my tits. I knew I needed special shoes and found some nearly nude, wrap up black patent leather stilettos that had a matching leather cuff above my ankle, accented with a shiny silver buckle. It was obvious I had to include some hose and a garter belt. I found some black, light fishnet mesh hose and a very small, sheer lace garter belt. To complete the appearance I found a full length Kimono robe that was very sheer. I tried each item on and they were all a perfect fit. I purchased them and rushed out to the car and back home.

John and I spoke only briefly over a take-out dinner he brought home. I told him I must put on a special outfit for Mr. Richards and asked what he was going to wear? He said he didn't "give a ****" and walked off into the bedroom.

At 7:30 I told John that I had to get dressed and went into my dressing room with my new items. I had asked him to get the door and to welcome our guest for the evening. He reluctantly agreed after his third Jack Daniels on the rocks. I was worried how this evening would turn out.

I was finished getting dressed and was almost finished with my hair and makeup when I heard the door bell. Although I heard them talking, I couldn't understand what they were saying. I rushed and within ten minutes I went into the living room. The talking stopped as both men stared at me in my new, erotic lingerie. The silence was overpowering as no one spoke or greeted me. They were stunned.

As I walked carefully in my stilettos on the thick carpet, their eyes followed, examining every part of me. I broke the ice and asked if they had a chance to meet each other. Both were holding a tall glass of bourbon as Mr. Richards had requested; this time with no ice. As I waited for my husband to comment, John said they had discussed the situation and had reached an agreement. He added, "Dressed like you are, I guess you have already agreed."

I turned toward Kevin Richards and asked if he approved. He leaned back on the sofa next to John, took a sip of the bourbon and said, "Good enough to eat." He told me to come over to him so he could see me closer. "John, I want you to get up and move across the room and sit in the Lazy Boy chair. Do not speak unless I ask you a direct question. Mainly, DO NOT get out of that chair." John got up and did as he was told. His head was turned toward me and his eyes were filled with tears.

Kevin complimented me on my choice of what to wear. He examined each item and said he especially liked my choice of shoes, hose and garter belt. Reaching for my front tie, he opened my robe and pulled it off my shoulders. Dropping it on the floor, he pulled me closer yet and grasped my nipples. He hurt me as he pinched, making them erect. "We have to do something about that G-string," he said. He grabbed it and ripped it off in one pull.

Holding my left nipple in his left hand, he placed his right hand over my mound. Kevin looked me in the eyes and said, "I want this pussy shaved smooth the next time I see you. Understand, bitch?" Stroking my slit, he immediately felt the wetness that had already began running down my inner thighs. As his fingers began to enter me, I looked back at my husband. He was on the edge of his seat like a ghost watching carefully as his wife was being finger fucked.

Mr. Richards asked me, "Do you recognize my control and dominance over you? Do you understand I am now your Master and sole authority?" I dropped my head and said, "Yes," and added, "Sir."

He turned to John and said, "I don't have a lot of time this evening, so I think I will fuck your wife now. Do you have any problems with that?" John said, "No."

Kevin got up and told me to take him to the bedroom. I led the way and he followed closely behind with his hand on my right hip. John remained in his chair.

As we entered the bedroom I started to remove my clothing, but Kevin stopped me. He said he liked the way I was dressed and told me to lay down on my stomach and hold the pillow under my face with both hands. I felt him grasp my ankles and spread my legs apart. They were straight and widely spread. My face was as immersed into my pillow as firmly as were my tits in the mattress.

Kevin wasted no time as he had already removed all of his clothing. He crawled onto my back and I felt his hard cock slide between my sodden cheeks. His heavy weight pushed me deeper into the mattress and kept me from moving. I was afraid he was aiming for the wrong entrance.

Lifting my ass, I wiggled my hips and with my right hand tried to guide his huge cock into my vagina. He pushed forward and began to stretch my vaginal lips. Fortunately, I was as wet and open as I have ever been. Kevin was gentle and slowly entered my moist hole.

Oh god, he was stretching me open. It hurt so much as he continued to enter me. I was squeezing the pillow tightly with both hands, stretching both arms above my head. My legs were spread by his large body and wide hips. As I was about to scream, I felt his balls slap against my ass. He was now fully in me. He lay still for a moment then slowly began to stroke and fuck me.

Kevin took my hands and had me reach out to the top corners of the bed. He told me to hold on to the edge of the mattress and not let go. He was now centered over my body with his huge cock stroking faster and faster into my cunt. He balls were slapping against my ass and shaking my clit with every stroke.

He reached under me and tightly squeezed both of my breasts. This was not a loving caress; he was grabbing me and pulling my body back to him as he plunged as deeply as he could into me. The mixture of pain and pleasure was blending and I now understood what is meant by being in "Sub Space."

His humping into me, my legs spread wide, my tits being pulled all combined into a feeling of actually being his sex toy. It was then I felt a sensation building in my gut. It kept spreading out and quickly exploded into a full body orgasm that must have lasted two minutes. It was by far the best feeling I have ever experienced.

The combination of my tightening cunt, my soaking wet lips and me tightening my ass with his every stroke was driving Kevin to the edge. I could feel him become even more rigid and then he moaned and pressed firmly against my ass, holding still. I could feel the hot fluids shoot deep into me. A moment later he shot another blast which more than filled my pussy, he was still holding himself perfectly still, against my ass.

It was during the second orgasm that I also had another orgasm myself. It was not as powerful as the first, but being held so firmly and feeling his sperm warming my uterus, it was a glowing, wonderful feeling that put me back into sub-space. A cry of pleasure and tremors covered my entire body.

Kevin lay still on my back for several minutes. I was still holding onto the mattress edge and trying to breathe with all of his weight on me. As his cock decreased in size, he rolled off to his right side. Oh...I could breathe again. He got up and went into our bathroom to clean up.

Within a few minutes he came out and said, "The bathroom is yours. Next time expect to be bound in some way and I will fuck you several times, so you will not forget that experience. I might even let your husband watch. Would you like that?" Before I could answer or reply, Kevin turned and walked away.

He walked out the front door and as he passed John I heard him say, "Pam is a great piece of ass. I left her full of cum. Hope she is on the pill."

The combination of my tightening cunt, my soaking wet lips and me tightening my ass with his every stroke was driving Kevin to the edge. I could feel him become even more rigid and then he moaned and pressed firmly against my ass, holding still. I could feel the hot fluids shoot deep into me. A moment later he shot another blast which more than filled my pussy, he was still holding himself perfectly still, against my ass.

It was during the second orgasm that I also had another orgasm myself. It was not as powerful as the first, but being held so firmly and feeling his sperm warming my uterus, it was a glowing, wonderful feeling that put me back into sub-space. A cry of pleasure and tremors covered my entire body.

Kevin lay still on my back for several minutes. I was still holding onto the mattress edge and trying to breathe with all of his weight on me. As his cock decreased in size, he rolled off to his right side. Oh...I could breathe again.

He got up and went into our bathroom to clean up. Within a few minutes he came out and said, "The bathroom is yours. Next time expect to be bound in some way and I will fuck you several times, so you will not forget that experience. I might even let your husband watch. Would you like that?" Before I could answer or reply, Kevin turned and walked away.

He walked out the front door and as he passed John I heard him say, "Pam is a great piece of ass. I left her full of cum. Hope she is on the pill."

Chapter 3

Saturday night I remained in bed all evening while John tried to ***** on the sofa. He tossed and turned and hoped I would come in and talk about what had happened. He wanted me to tell him that I was sorry and that it had been a horrible, violent and unfulfilling sexual encounter. That is not what I had experienced. I did not want to tell John that I had sex that was wonderful and exciting.

The sun came in the window striking John, waking him. He went into the guest bathroom and cleaned up. Putting on his work clothes, he went outside and started on several projects. As the lawn mower started, the noise woke me. I had fallen into a deep ***** and never moved all night. The active sex and my several orgasms drained me of all my energy; I had slept like a rock.

I went to the window and watched my husband as he worked in the yard, wondering why he had not come and talked to me. I wondered how he felt and what he was thinking after my new lover and I had sex in our own bed; making him sit alone listening to the sounds of love that must have been heard by my now cuckold husband.

I showered, dressed and spent that Sunday cleaning house and waiting for John to come in to see and talk to me. It was mid afternoon when John finally came in and walked directly by me without speaking. I called out to him, "Dinner will be early. It will be on the table at five." John said nothing, continuing walking. He showered and put on some clean clothing.

At exactly five, early for us, a dinner of spaghetti and meatballs was sat on a well decorated dinner table. French bread with a strong garlic aroma filled the room along with a large bowl of salad with a heavy smell of mozzarella cheese. At the last minute, I brought out a cool bottle or dark red wine and two glasses. I called out to John who had spent the afternoon in his office, asking him to come out of his study and join me for dinner.

I heard him open the door and walk down the hall. He took his usual place at the head of the table and silently admired the beautiful table setting and attractive dinner. "It all looks wonderful," he said, the first words either had spoken since Kevin had left the house last night.

"Thank you, John. I wanted it to be a nice dinner for my husband."

We sat in silence for a few minutes and then I said, "I received a call from the school this afternoon while you were in the shower. They said they had a job for you starting tomorrow. They gave me no details and just asked you to be in the administrative office at 8 to fill out your employment papers."

Apparently Kevin had kept his word. By John getting back to work, we could catch up on some of our past due bills. The economic pressure was being relieved, so he spoke to me. "Let's ride into work together." I was happy to agree and we finished dinner while discussing how we should handle their finances. The tense atmosphere was dissipating as we were returning to our previous life, not mentioning the previous night or Kevin.

We slept together that night with only a soft goodnight kiss. John turned his back to me and attempted to go to *****. We were both attempting to come to grips with what had happened and what would happen in the next few months. How could we maintain our marriage and wonderful relationship if I was being ****** into a sexual liaison with our boss?

The alarm went off at six thirty Monday morning and we went into our separate bathrooms to get ready for work. John felt good as it had been almost two years he had a job waiting for him, more than just a part-time one at a garage or gas station. Putting on a coat and tie felt very good. We got into our car and pulled out of the driveway at twenty minutes until eight.

It was about five minutes until eight when John went into the Administrative Office and I turned down the main hall to my classroom. Sitting down at my desk I found a sealed envelope with my name on it. Opening it I found a formal notice that I was to be hired the next fall and receive a 10% "longevity" raise. It appeared all was going very well.

John completed his job application and turned it in, expecting a temporary teaching position in his fields of math, science or computers. Instead, he was given a notice that he was to report to the gym and see Coach Jones.

Coach Jones had been the football and basketball coach for over twenty years and was known for his strict discipline with the athletes. As John entered his office, the gruff old man smiled and greeted him with a firm handshake. Typical for Coach Jones, he was direct. "I have been asking for an assistant for a couple years and this morning lightening struck. I was told you would help me out this summer and if all went well you would be my full-time assistant next fall."

John was surprised as he did not want to be in any sports program. He never played sports and had no training in that area of professional education. As the Coach explained what was required, John was really disappointed. He was to take care of the uniforms and the sports equipment at a salary of $15.50 an hour, half of his previous income. It was a janitors job, not one for a highly skilled, science teacher!

When the afternoon bell rang, dismissing the students and staff, John and I met at our car for the drive home. I was happy that everything had gone well for me, but the look on Johns face told me something was wrong. He was very disappointed. We discussed it and both agreed that at least he had a job in the school and would be receiving a fair salary which would help us out of the economic bind we were in. Perhaps he could work his way into a regular teaching position next Fall. He agreed and we went home for a quiet dinner and some TV.

Tuesday began the same way, with John and I driving to the school together. He went to the gym and I went to my classroom. In my mail box was another sealed 9" by 12" envelope with my name on it. Opening it, I could immediately see a photograph of me in the nude, and one hand on my left breast and my right hand stroking myself with a large dildo. What really shocked me was the expression on my face. I was obviously in the middle of an orgasm and experiencing breathtaking self sex.

The attached letter was from Kevin. It was brief and he went right to the point. "You obviously enjoyed yourself as I was taking this picture. Next Friday we will make certain you have another great experience. I want both you and John to meet me at the Enclave Club at 9 pm. It is a exclusive dungeon and play society for adults located about fifty miles away in a neighboring city. It is highly unlikely we will meet anyone we know.

It is a private, adult, membership-only club located in an isolated rural area. I have enclosed a map showing you how to get there, including an address to put into your cars GPS. The Enclave Club provides a comfortable and safe setting for play, socializing and education for adults who engage in alternative, consensual, sexual lifestyles including, but not limited to, BDSM, SM (Sado-masochism), D/s (Dominance and **********), cp (corporal punishment), and bondage play."

"This place requires a strict dress code. I am sending you the proper dress to wear that should arrive by Wednesday evening. The dress will be made of very form fitting, elastic material. The front will have a deeply scooped neckline and there will be no back down to your hips. The length will be to the middle of your thighs. It will also include a bondage collar and wrist cuffs which you are to wear and will NOT include panties or bra.

To complete the outfit, I am adding mesh, thigh-high hose and some sexy 5" heel boots with buckles of the ankles. You may have to practice walking in these, but the result will be a very sexy walk and appearance. On the way to the Enclave Club, you may wear a top coat to cover yourself. Finally, I want your long hair back in a single pony tail and you must remember that I told you I wanted a smoothly shaved pussy. Don't forget!"

Kevins letter continued, "I will be waiting for you and John to arrive at EXACTLY 9 pm in the main entrance. As a member, I will have to admit you both as guests. In case you wondered, John is to wear a standard business suit."

There is no way I would ever wear anything like these out in public. I couldn't tell John and hid the picture and instruction sheet. I thought about this that night and the next day and finally realized that there was no way to avoid this horrible obligation if John and I wanted to keep our current jobs. When John and I drove home together I finally told him about our instructions for Friday, including there was a special dress Kevin wanted me to wear.

John asked if there was any way we could avoid this? Could we claim to be sick or have an accident? We finally agreed that we had no option; we must do as we have been instructed.

Arriving home, we started up the stairs to the front door and saw the box with my name on it. We knew it must be the items I was to wear Friday.

I was afraid to open the box and did not want John to see what I had to wear. I told him I would try it on after I had a shower and got ready for bed. I would think of another excuse to avoid showing John after dinner.

We tossed a pizza in the oven and both cleaned up and turned on the TV. Neither of us paid any attention to what was on, it was simply a means to avoid discussing what was really on our minds – Friday night! John opened a couple beers as the pizza came out of the oven. It was another night of not talking to each other. We both decided to go to bed early.

Thursday and Friday at work went along with its usual routine. I was afraid I would run into Kevin, but he spent these days in his office and I avoided it, as did John. On the way home Friday evening, knowing we were on a tight time schedule, went to a drive up window for some burgers to take home.

To make our 9 PM appointment we knew we had to leave no later than seven. John and I ate, got cleaned up, dressed and then met at the door at exactly seven. I had put on the things Kevin had sent and then covered them completely with a full length top coat. John had never seen any of the items I was wearing.

The drive was in silence as neither John nor I wanted to talk about what would probably happen that evening. It was a beautiful evening with a full moon and cloudless, star filled sky. I spent more of the drive looking out the window and trying to think positive thoughts. Regardless, I kept wondering what John would say when he saw what I was wearing and what Kevin had in mind, bringing us to such a dreadful place, probably full of evil, depraved and malicious people.

Our timing was perfect, arriving at exactly 9 PM. As we drove to the front door, a valet took our car and a butler escorted John and I to the front door. Kevin was standing just inside and was holding two shot glasses filled with a clear liquid. His first words were, "***** this" as he handed one to both John and I. I asked what it was and Kevin just said it would help us all relax and enjoy the evening. We hesitated and then seeing the stern expression on Kevin's face, quickly drank the warm snifter.

Later, we discovered that my ***** had included a strong aphrodisiac and a dose of Ecstasy. I knew the pleasurable ecstasy effects include a relaxed upbeat mood and feelings, reduced anxiety, increased sensitivity to others and a high energy level that can be sustained for many hours. Johns ***** was simply Diazepam (Valium), something to make him relax and become ******.

Kevin looked at John and told him to follow us, taking me by the arm we entered a narrow, dark hall. There was the sound of soft music and conversation coming from the main room. It was huge, almost like a ballroom. Many couples were using the wide assortment of bondage and demonstration equipment. Hearing the deep moan of a woman near me, I could see that she was bent forward at the waist in stocks similar to that used in the 1700's. She was naked and being taken from behind by a heavy man in a business suit. In front of her, another man was ramming his large cock deeply into her mouth. She was struggling to breathe.

We were led to a side wall where there was a ledge about five feet above the floor with a long row of heavy wooden chairs fastened solidly to the wall. There were four or five people, men and women, seated in these chairs. Kevin told John he was to have a seat in one. Going up several steps, John sat in the third one from the end. Kevin was right behind him and immediately fastened strong Velcro straps around Johns wrists, ankles and chest. Being up high, he could see everything going on but was unable to move. He was now simply an observer with no control over what was happening below him. Kevin moved close to John and said, "Enjoy the show."

I was led out from John onto the large open floor. Kevin turned me toward my bound husband and removed my top coat, exposing me and my sexy costume to John. I will never be able to forget the shocked expression on his face. He started yelling at me but before I could understand what he was trying to say, two men grabbed John and fastened a rubbed ball gag in his mouth.

Kevin turned me around, closely examining my body and the clothing he had sent me. "You are beautiful Pam, just as I had imagined. This will be an interesting and enjoyable night, at least for some of us." He laughed at Johns struggling and said "Now we can look around and see what kind of trouble we can get into..."

We were led to a side wall where there was a ledge about five feet above the floor with a long row of heavy wooden chairs fastened solidly to the wall. There were four or five people, men and women, seated in these chairs. Kevin told John he was to have a seat in one. Going up several steps, John sat in the third one from the end. Kevin was right behind him and immediately fastened strong Velcro straps around John's wrists, ankles and chest.

Being up high, he could see everything going on but was unable to move. He was now simply an observer with no control over what was happening below him. Kevin moved close to John and said, "Enjoy the show."

I was led out from John onto the large open floor. Kevin turned me toward my bound husband and removed my top coat, exposing me and my sexy costume to John. I will never be able to forget the shocked expression on his face. He started yelling at me but before I could understand what he was trying to say, two men grabbed John and fastened a rubbed ball gag in his mouth. Kevin turned me around, closely examining my body and the clothing he had sent me. "You are beautiful Pam, just as I had imagined. This will be an interesting and enjoyable night, at least for some of us." He laughed at Johns struggling and said "Now we can look around and see what kind of trouble we can get into..."

Chapter Four

Kevin took me by the arm and turned me back to face John. My husband's eyes were locked on me and I could see him struggling against his bindings. My top coat was now completely off and Kevin tossed it up onto John. I felt naked, although I was covered in all of my private areas.

Kevin moved up against my back and pressed his crotch against my ass. The background music was soft with a deep pounding beat. His crotch was grinding into me in rhythm with the music. He grasped both of my wrists and pulled them together behind my back. I heard a click and realized he had locked my cuffs together.

It was then I felt his hands reach under my arms and he placed them firmly on my breasts, starting to massage them as I laid my head back and closed my eyes. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good. The dress material was so soft and thin, as if it wasn't on me. Immediately, I felt my nipples harden and stick out for my Dom.

"You have wonderful tits. Your nipples are as hard as rocks already. I knew you would love being my sex toy. What size are these boobs?" he asked.

"I am 38D," I whispered back to this man holding me tightly against his body.

I was ashamed to admit that even with John watching, Kevin's large, strong hands felt magnificent kneading my tits. Maybe it was the ***** I had taken, yes, that must be it!

I was not a slut and I did love my husband. Kevin had admitted he gave me a heavy dose of a special Spanish Fly he had imported from South America. No, I did not love or even desire my boss. Yet, struggling against my cuffed hands behind my back and Kevin squeezing my tits, I could feel the beginning of a flow of moisture between my legs. I could actually feel the swelling of my labia as the stimulant enlarged and made my sex increasingly sensitive. Damn, that Spanish Fly was working overtime!

Kevin took a hold of the dress straps over my shoulders and slowly pulled them down over my constrained arms. At the same time, both of my breasts popped out, freeing them from their confinement, now they were both fully exposed to everyone's view.

As he grasped me, he pinched my nipples and they became firmer and were sticking out at least an inch. Although I didn't think of it as dancing, his movement against me felt good. He was so much taller and bigger than me, I felt like a small doll in his large arms and muscular hands.

Yes, it must be the ***** I thought, because I was getting so aroused at his touch and the feeling of him against me. The music seemed to become more upbeat and loud, or was it all in my mind? It didn't even bother me to know my breasts were exposed to anyone that cared to look at me; including my husband as this powerful man grasped and massaged them further exciting me.

I turned my head to see John and it was obvious he was also affected by the *****. His head was bobbing and his struggling had decreased, although he was attempting to watch me and to see what Kevin was doing.

We had not been in the Club for thirty minutes when I knew the aphrodisiac and ecstasy was flowing through my mind as well as my entire body. It was as if I was another person, looking back at Pam. My pussy was flowing with desire to be touched and fucked. My tits were aching to be held and fondled.

Glancing toward John, I could see that he was now seriously affected by the ***** he had been given. Although his eyes were open and he was looking at everything going on, including his wife being used, he seemed to be half asleep. I wondered if he would remember what he was seeing.

"Alright Pam, it is time for you to experience some of the erotic joy, pleasure and pain offered by this Club. Come with me and let me show you one of my favorite toys for a novice like you. I like to call it the Breast Box for reasons you will understand soon."

I staggered as he pulled me toward a tall box near the middle of the room. It was like a vertical sarcophagus with barely enough room for a person to stand up in it. It was padded inside with a dark soft cloth on all surfaces. With my hands still locked behind me, Kevin backed me into this container and latched my collar to a steel bracket. This was holding me up toward the top and securely against the back of the box. It allowed no movement of my head. He then took a couple Velcro straps attached inside the box and tightened them around my hips and legs, further binding me firmly against the back of this fiendish container.

My mind was still in a daze from the ***** when he started to close the full length black door, as if I was being placed in a vertical coffin. I did notice two holes about a foot apart, each less than a foot in circumference. They fit perfectly over my exposed breasts!

As the box closed, Kevin positioned my breasts into the holes, having to squeeze them to fit into the undersized openings for my oversized tits. The door pressed firmly against my chest and stomach as he pulled all of my tits out through the two openings. As the door was fully closed, it was totally dark and I could not move but felt both tits sticking out of the holes.

Kevin said, "These put your tits on display for anyone that cares to use them. Enjoy it my sweet little, big titted bitch. I am going for a ***** and to check on John. You have a good time!"

It was only a couple minutes, or so it seemed in my foggy mind when someone stroked my displayed breasts. The touch was so gentle and it felt good. As this continued I knew my nipples were becoming fully erect. It was then I felt a harsh pinching on my right nipple. Someone had placed a clamp on it and was tightening it as I cried out in pain.

I heard several males laugh and then whoever it was did the same to my left nipple. The pain was excruciating. I cried, screamed and begged them to stop. All I heard was more laughter. A man's deep voice said, "These really need piercing. They would look a lot better with some shiny rings." Oh my god, they couldn't do that to me! Certainly Kevin would never allow that to happen to me, would he?

What seemed to be an hour of agony passed with many people pulling, pinching and stroking my tits, when I heard Kevin's familiar voice telling someone that "the fun was over" as he had other plans for his sex toy. The clamps were removed causing even more pain as the ***** flowed back into my flattened nipples. The blinding light flashed in my eyes as the door was opened. Kevin opened my straps and unhooked my collar from the box.

"Pam, wasn't that fun? You will never know who that was that enjoyed your nice tits. We have a similar box especially for cuckold husbands. We tie them in and stick their cocks out a small hole. Someone will then play with them and maybe suck them off and he never knows if it is a man or a woman. Some wives will actually have their husband pierced and rings inserted along their pricks. The women that do that say it feels a lot better when they allow their cuckold husband to fuck them. Think about it for John. You might get some pleasure out of this procedure for your husband."

Kevin took me into his arms, supporting me from falling as my legs were so weak. He unlocked my wrist cuffs from behind me and hooked them next to my neck onto my collar. His right hand went between my legs and he laughed as he felt the heavy cream flowing from my vagina. He knew that I was tremendously excited and it didn't matter to him if it was because of what happened to me in the box or the *****. All he cared about was that he knew I wanted sex. I needed sex.

"Kevin," I moaned, "please let's go somewhere and make love. I really want you."

Kevin walked me over to where John was still tied in his chair. He nodded as if to say hello, watching what was happening and trying to stay awake. "Pam tells me she wants me to fuck her. You missed the action the other night. Would you like to see it now?"

"Pam, ask your husband if he would like to see me fuck you," Kevin said loud enough for everyone nearby to hear. I was fantastically horny and aroused by the Spanish Fly, my pussy was inflamed and my fluids were flowing down my inner legs. I just had to have a cock in me, so I begged John, "Please John. Tell Kevin you want him to fuck me." John shook his head no as I continued to beg him to tell Kevin he wanted to see me being fucked. As I continued to plead, "I need his cock, please tell him to fuck me," and the ***** were effecting John even more, he eventually looked at Kevin and nodded his approval.

Kevin wasted no time and I was certainly ready for him, he stood me in front of John and moved behind me. Pushing on my back he bent me over a four foot high rail only a few feet in front of John. My husband couldn't have had a better view of what was about to happen to his wife. I was precisely facing my husband as I was bent over at the waist, my hands still bound to my collar.

Kevin spread my feet apart, opening me even more to his advances. I felt my skirt being raised, knowing I had no panties on and Kevin moving closer behind me. His cock was already erect as he slid it between my legs.

"Hay, John, watch this and look at your wife's face as my cock starts fucking her cunt," he nearly yelled at my husband. "It is going into places your small cock has never been." As his tip spread my cream around my labia, he found the entrance and pushed it entirely into me. I howled out in pleasure as he filled me and immediately began stroking in and out. His balls striking my clit and with all of the things that had happened to me this past hour, I was already nearing an immense climax.

Even through Johns gag, I could see his pitiful expression, knowing that I was receiving erotic, sexual pleasure beyond anything he had ever witnessed.

Leaning against the railing, I was being pounded hard as Kevin was so huge, filling me to my cervix with every stroke. I could tell that he too was near orgasm. The feeling started in my chest and expanded into my belly and out my legs as my first climax literally exploded, shooting out of my cunt. Just as I was shuddering from the wonderful orgasm, I felt Kevin shoot several times deeply into my cunt. He held his cock still, fully in me as he ejected at least three more squirts of his warm fluid.

It was then at the height of my climax, I looked directly into Johns face. Tears were rolling down his cheeks; a dramatic contrast to the huge smile across my face.

"How was that John?" Kevin asked the gagged John. "Have you ever made Pam finish like that?" Pulling out of me, leaving me feeling so empty and open, our blended cream was covering my inner thighs. Taking me by the arm, he led me to what appeared to be an oversized coffee table, about ten feet from where my husband was bound into a chair.

Looking up at John, he looked back at me with glazed eyes. I wondered if he had seen what happened to me in what Kevin called the "Breast Box." How did he feel watching me have the most powerful orgasm I ever experienced, all on the cock of our boss not six feet directly in front of him? He must have seen how much I loved being fucked like that by Kevin. Did he know or suspect what was about to happen to me? As for me, I was so sexually aroused I didn't care if he knew or what he thought about what was happening to me.

"I promised that you would get royally fucked tonight. So, let's see how you will enjoy our clubs method of welcoming a new guest," he said as he kissed me on my neck and ear.

The table was over six feet long and about three feet wide and covered with a thick, soft padding and felt cover. Kevin laid me on my back and pulled my hands above my head. He fastened both wrist cuffs to the top of the table and did the same thing to the rings in my boots at the bottom, spreading my legs apart. Surprising me, he covered my eyes with a blindfold and said that he was not going to use a gag, as he wanted to hear me moan and cry out in both satisfaction and agony.

My dress was still pulled down to my waist with my breasts completely out in the open. I felt Kevin pull up the hem of my dress, exposing my pussy, effectively changing my dress into a wide belt. "Ah, yes, much better shaved smooth," Kevin said. Stroking my slit, he commented on how open and wet I was, "The Spanish Fly is working well and lasting longer than I expected. Pam, tell me what you want..."

I was going crazy as he caressed my clit. He knew how to touch a woman to bring her to a fantastic climax, but he stroked me just enough to keep me on the edge, deigning me another orgasm. I cried out for him to let me cum. "Please, fuck me again," I begged.

He backed away without saying anything. I pleaded for him to take me, but he seemed to have left me alone to suffer from my unfulfilled erotic desire. My bound hands ached to touch myself, but they were firmly attached above my head. *************, my hips began to move and hump into the invisible emptiness above me.

I pulled on my wrist cuffs and tried to move but to no avail. My legs were uncomfortably spread, being held firmly by the rings on my boots. I felt a cool breeze drifting across my open thighs and my shaved and now completely exposed pussy. I squeezed my cunt lips and could feel the sexual fluids seeping out as I pumped my vaginal muscles, making me even more aroused. My kegel exercises were paying off. I could even smell my sex, all without help from Kevin.

"Kevin, please, I need you," I called out into the dark, receiving no reply. Minutes seemed to pass as my arousal increased. It was then I felt a tongue slide up my inner thigh just above my fish net hose. It stroked me moving closer and closer to my flowing cunt. "Kevin. Is that you," I asked. No reply. If it was not him, who was doing this to me? Whoever it was they were doing a great job. As the rough tongue finally caressed my Labia Majora, my thrusting shaved mound increased its speed and ***** to meet his mouth. I started to climax.

"Not yet," a strange voice said to me. I felt someone crawling on the table between my legs. "I want you to cum while riding my cock." His heavy body moved up onto me. The warmth of his naked skin against mine felt wonderful as his rigid cock slid up my vaginal opening, pressing against my swollen labia. He took no time entering me. As his cock rubbed against my clit, I pressed my hips up to meet him and to get him inside my pleading pussy.

Fortunately, he was a gentleman and kept most of his weight on his elbows and off my chest. Immediately, he followed my lead and began rapid humping. Never have I experienced such a powerful orgasm and one so quickly as his hard cock pumped into me. This must have been his first sex of the night as I could feel his warm sperm fill me. I collapsed back on the table, exhausted.

It only took a moment before he got off of me without saying anything. Before I could recover, I felt several hands on my body. Some were rubbing my inner thighs, some were caressing my breasts, and one was pushing several fingers into my open and drenched cunt. Only a few minutes of this and my energy and desire returned. A climax was building as I cried out, "Please fuck me...please...please.

A smaller man, also nude, climbed between my widely bound legs and pressed a semi-soft cock along my wet slit. Only a few strokes and he was rigid enough to enter me. As I started pushing my hips up to meet him, he grew and became very hard and longer than I expected. Again, I was disappointed to have him climax in just a few strokes. The cum felt fantastic filling me, but I had not yet had another orgasm. As he got off me, another man immediately placed his already hard cock into me and I continued pumping against him, loving the feeling of his very large and thick cock filling me. That was when I had my second orgasm just as he ejaculated into me and it was almost as good as the first.

I was in heaven. My cunt controlled my body, mind and soul. All I could think of was cocks using me, filling me and my fantastic orgasms while being ridden by anonymous strangers. It was as if I was only my cunt, no body, only a receptacle for men's cum. Then out of my haze, I heard a soft voice in my ear, it was Kevin saying, "That is enough for you tonight. More will be waiting for you in the future."

He untied me and took off my blindfold. As he picked me up, he straightened my dress to cover my private areas and without fastening my cuffs, he took me by my hand and walked me out the door. His car was waiting and as he put me in the back seat, I discovered John, a*****. Kevin told me he would have our car delivered to my house later that night.

During the long drive home, I was still so very horny. I unzipped John's pants and pulled out his soft cock. Taking it in my mouth I was able to get him to develop a hard-on as he was becoming awake. He asked what I was doing and where were we? I kept stroking and sucking on him as he held onto my head and started fucking my face. Perhaps it was the *****, but it took about twenty minutes to get him to climax into my throat.

I loved it and I felt good bringing some sexual satisfaction to my husband but my own erotic arousal had decreased and the effects of the Spanish Fly and Ecstasy faded. John also began to overcome his ***** as we approached our house. Neither of us spoke as we walked into our house. I was afraid of what he had seen, especially that I experienced fantastic sex as I never knew it existed. My body was exhausted but my vagina was swollen and still flowing with gratification.

John fell into bed half way undressed and I soaked in a warm tub of water, trying to return to my usual self. It took nearly an hour, but I finally was relaxed enough that I thought I could *****. I collapsed and was asleep in two minutes.

It was ten the next morning when I was awakened by the doorbell. I tossed a robe on and went to the door. It was a floral delivery van. The young man asked if I was "Pam". He handed me a beautiful vase filled with yellow roses, my favorite. I gave the delivery man a $5.00 tip and opened the attached card. It said, "Last night you exceeded all of my expectations. I hope you and John enjoyed yourselves as much as I did.

Next Saturday I have another adventure planned for you both. Have a great week and get plenty of rest," signed, Kevin.

Neither of us spoke as we walked into our house. I was afraid of what he had seen, especially that I experienced fantastic sex as I never knew it existed. My body was exhausted but my vagina was swollen and still flowing with gratification.

John fell into bed half way undressed and I soaked in a warm tub of water, trying to return to my usual self. It took nearly an hour, but I finally was relaxed enough that I thought I could *****. I collapsed and was asleep in two minutes.

It was ten the next morning when I was awakened by the doorbell. I tossed a robe on and went to the door. It was a floral delivery van. The young man asked if I was "Pam". He handed me a beautiful vase filled with yellow roses, my favorite. I gave the delivery man a $5.00 tip and opened the attached card. It said, "Last night you exceeded all of my expectations. I hope you and John enjoyed yourselves as much as I did. Next Saturday I have another adventure planned for you both. Have a great week and get plenty of rest," signed, Kevin.

The End of Chapter four.

CHAPTER FIVE

The following week at work seemed very normal, getting ready for the summer break. My classes went smoothly and I made certain I would not run into Kevin. John was not as happy. It took a few days, but after dinner and a couple ******, he admitted he did remember all of the things that happened at the club. He reluctantly disclosed that he had very mixed emotions. He was hurt and embarrassed being in his position as a cuckold, but was happy to see me so fulfilled and thrilled sexually.

He disclosed that he had become very sexually aroused watching me have a series of orgasms in several ways and he had received a wonderful release when I gave him the blowjob in the car. We did not talk about it the rest of the week and I never fully admitted to him how much I loved being used.

It was Tuesday afternoon I returned to my class room and found an envelope with my name on it. Opening it I discovered a paid, year long membership at the finest health club and spa in the city. Kevin attached a brief note explaining that he had arranged a physical trainer for me.

He was to meet me at this club Monday, Wednesday and Friday from 7 until 10 pm. He was specific in that this membership would be cancelled if I ever missed ANY of these appointments, OR if I failed to complete any and all workouts directed by the trainer who would be sending a weekly report back to Kevin on my progress. Kevin clearly stated that he loves my appearance, but he wanted me to improve my form, strength, stamina and physical abilities. I was to have my first appointment the next day.

I arrived early at the gym and was sent by the administration desk to see a physician on staff. I was immediately escorted into the office by a nurse and told the doctor would be right in to see me. I was to undress and prepare for a physical exam. Before I even had my dress off, a female physician entered and introduced herself as Dr. Sylvia Graham. She was very professional and gave me a through exam, including a cardio stress test and took several ***** samples for analyzing. She carefully inspected my body for any tattoos or piercings. She found that I had neither. As she finished, she told me that I was to be assigned to a highly qualified trainer named Robert King. He was young but had his Masters Degree and just finished a year working with the U.S. Olympic track team. I was sent to another wing of the gym to meet him.

As I opened the door to Mr. King's office, I nearly bumped into him as he was walking out. I introduced myself and he asked me to have a seat and that he would be right back. I sat down and he was gone in a flash. I learned that he was always in a hurry. He was only gone a few minutes and took a seat behind a desk that was overflowing with neatly stacked papers and folders. He was wearing gym shorts displaying his well toned legs and a great butt. The "muscle shirt" displayed his firm chest and strong arms. He was not build like a weight lifter, but more like a gymnast, well toned and trim.

He said that he had been given very strict instruction by Principle Richards and mentioned that he was to send a weekly report on both my progress and my attitude toward physical and mental improvement. Robert informed me that the doctor was sending him a physical evaluation to include my height, weight, and body shape.

Principle Richards had stressed the goals for me were generally improved health, strength, and body shape improvement, i.e. smaller waist, firm and shapely hips, thighs and breasts. He made it clear that he had the authority from Principle Richards, he could "stretch the normal limits" to accomplish his goals. I was told that was all for now as he wanted the physical exam results before he began developing the training program. The only thing he required was for me to go to the clothing department and obtain a full set of workout items. He stood up and escorted me to the office door.

When I went in the clothing unit and introduced myself, the sales lady said she already had an account open and paid for to cover anything I would need. I was to get two pairs of shorts, a pair of deck sandals, two sleeveless t-shirts, two exercise bras and a bathing suit for my swimming. That article turned out to be a very brief bikini. After trying each on for correct size, I packed everything in a bag and carried them out to my car. My first appointment for training was to be the next Monday, allowing them time to review my exam and to plan a training curriculum.

I called John on his cell phone and he said he was on his way home and would pick up some take-out as it was getting late. He sounded very happy and told me he couldn't wait to tell me some good news.

When we were finally home and eating, John told me that the school administration had called him in just as he was leaving for the day. It seems that Mrs. O'Leary, who had been teaching science to high school for over twenty years was not going to be able to return next fall. Her husband was ill and she was going to stay home and care for him. Since it was an emergency the teachers union would allow the school to select her temporary replacement. For some reason, they had selected John.

This was a great opportunity for him to possibly step into a permanent position and the salary would be $32.00 per hour, plus benefits as compared to the low amount he was getting as a coaching assistant. Now we could certainly get back out of debt!

However, I knew the real reason he had been offered that position. It was because Kevin wanted to keep me as his new sex toy. I knew both of our jobs would disappear if John and I did not do everything we were told. I was not sure John understood our real situation. He was so ecstatic; I did not discuss it with him at that time.

It was Thursday before I had any contact with Kevin. It was only a brief note that said everything was going well with the gym and he wanted to congratulate John on his new job. Obviously, he wanted me to know he had arranged it. He had included a sealed envelope to be given by me personally to John. I would do that at dinner that evening as I did not want to destroy his happiness over the new job offer.

As we were finishing desert, I got up the courage to give John the envelope from Kevin. He took it, ripped it open. He started to read it and said. "He tells me that I have to read this to you." I put down my spoon and stared at my husband.

"John, you must now be fully aware that I have made arrangements for employment for both you and Pam. She may have told you that I have requested only a few things in return. One major one is that you are to not only allow, but to encourage your beautiful wife to become my sex toy to use as I see fit, whenever I want her during weekends. Monday through Friday afternoon, you both can live your normal vanilla life any way you choose. That will be your time. After watching Pam and I at the club last weekend, you would have to be a fool not to realize that she loves being my sub and that she is enjoying sex more now than she ever has in her life. I am certain she will admit that if you ever have the courage to ask her. Will you allow Pam to obtain pleasure from this aspect of her life?"

"My only wavering is that I require your open and complete approval for me to make use of her. You must not only say it is alright with you, you must tell her (and me) that you want her to be mine whenever I want her on a weekend. During the week, you two may maintain your sham marriage. To maintain the current situation for your jobs, I will require you to bring Pam to my house next Saturday night. At that time, you are to present her to me. I want both Pam and I to see and hear you give her to me and then for you to watch as she is taken and used for my pleasure and Pam's sexual gratification. After you and Pam discuss whatever you need to talk about, you both will be at my house at 7 pm. You may then give your wife to me. You may watch, but never interfere with whatever we do. If you do not agree, you may submit your papers for dismissal from the school Monday morning."

It was clear, John now knew what he would have to do and what was expected of me. My greatest fear was that he would ask me if I wanted to be Kevin's sub and if I had truly enjoyed the sexual experiences I had at the club. I do love John and I do not want to hurt him. I thought it might be easier on him if he believed that I was also being ****** to do these things and they did not give me pleasure.

We did not discuss Saturday during the next two days. It was early Saturday when John looked at me and directly asked what I wanted to do. I told him that economically we had no choice except to go along with Kevin. I said, "I love you, only you and will always love you. No matter what he makes me do, you are the man I married and that will never change." That appeared to calm John and he agreed and told me he was so sorry I was ****** into this difficult and embarrassing situation.

We arrived at Kevin's house a few minutes before 7 and both walked to his door. John had decided to wear a pair of Dockers and a sports shirt and slip on sandals. I wore a simple sundress with a bra, panties and no hose. My sandals were the tie on style. I was a typical housewife, certainly far from sexy.

The maid answered and escorted John and I into the living room. She then asked if she could get us anything. Kevin, interrupted and told her that she was to take the rest of the evening off and go home. Kevin told us we would be alone as his wife was gone to a seminar for the weekend.

It was unusual for Kevin to appear rude or ungentlemanly. He never asked us to sit and he remained seated in his overstuffed recliner. He had never greeted us in any manner. He did speak to John and asked him if his new job offer met with his approval. This was his way of rubbing the pressure into John.

Kevin said, "Now that we are alone, let's get right to the point. By you both being here as I directed, I assume you both agree with the situation as I offered."

John stepped forward and told him that we had discussed it, and found that we had no options. He then told Kevin, "As we understand, anytime during any weekend you want Pam, she is to be your property. We both agree."

Kevin yelled at John, "That is not what I asked you to do. Now do as I asked or get out of here right now!"

I was shaking and felt my knees knocking as John tried to remember exactly what he was to do. After a brief pause, John took me by the arm and walked me to my new Master. "Sir, I am presenting to you my wife, Pam, for your use and for the pleasure you may receive from her." He then stepped back hoping Kevin approved.

Looking for a response, I saw Kevin take a ***** from a tall glass and he looked over at me and finally back to John. "I will accept your gift, John. Thank you." He continued, "Pam, do you agree with Johns offer and that you will be mine on the weekends?" I hesitated and then told him that if my husband wanted it, I would do as he requested."

Kevin yelled at me, "It doesn't matter what your husband wants. It doesn't matter what you want. What matters is what I want. You are my bitch and my cunt. Do you understand?" Shaking with fear, I responded, "Yes, Sir."

He turned to John and said in a soft voice, "I would appreciate it if you unwrap this fine gift for me. You may then present it to me."

I stepped forward, no more than five feet in front of Kevin and John moved in behind me. Holding my hands to my sides, my fists clenched, I felt John unbutton and start to unzip the back of my dress. He slid it off my shoulders and let it slide down my arms. As it reached the floor I stepped out of it. John laid it over the back a a nearby chair. I was now standing directly in front of Kevin wearing only my bra, panties and shoes.

John was standing beside me, waiting for Kevins response. It came quickly as he told John to "finish your job." My husband again stepped behind me and unsnapped my bra. He quickly removed it and tossed it on my dress. My hands went to my bare breasts, covering the firming and erecting nipples. Kevin, laughed as he said, "I knew my sweet bitch loved exposing herself to me. Stroke them for me and pull on your nipples, making them hard for me."

I cupped them and lifted them as if offering both of my tits to Kevin. I felt an aching deep in me as I offered myself to this man. He smiled and complimented me as I could not help becoming more and more sexually aroused as my husband was presenting me to our employer. The sensations I felt were a combination of many things. I was embarrassed at my nudity, but also proud that my body was attractive enough to excite this handsome and exciting man.

I mentally flashed back to last weekend and the feeling as he entered me, stretching my vagina, pumping into me and then the magnificent feeling of him ejecting his fluids, filling my cunt to overflowing. My climax was breathtaking.

Kevin instructed me to rotate, showing him all of my body. I started to perspire and yet felt a chill over my entire body. That was when he told John to remove my panties. I stopped turning and John grasped the elastic waist band, pulling them down off of me. I stepped out, revealing my entire body to Kevin.

Waving for John to step back and for me to move closer, Kevin placed his hand completely over my mound. "You have done an excellent job of making this a smooth as a babies butt. You are to have it this way every time you come to me." He again laughed as his fingers slipped along my very wet vaginal lips, realizing how much this was exciting me."

Kevin said, "John, your wife is really my slut, isn't she? See how wet she is and I have only just lightly touched her. Look at her extended nipples and smell the sex as it is flowing out of her beautiful cunt. What do you think, John? Does she want me to fuck her? Would she be satisfied with you fucking her? Answer me, John!"

My husband backed away even more, tears forming in his eyes as my body was visibly answering all of Kevin's questions. I did want Kevin to take me, to use me and to fuck me. We both knew that John would not be able to satisfy my sexual craving. My husband leaned against the back wall and to my surprise, cried and said, "She is yours."

The room was cool and I could feel a slight breeze as I stood naked in front of Kevin. It would be impossible to explain my many mixed feelings standing exposed in front of this Dominate Man while my inhibited husband was watching from the back of the room. John had been told to sit on an old sofa against the wall and not to say anything. He was to observe and see his wife being ******** and in this terrible situation, not just being taken but actually giving herself to another man.

"I have a present for you, my beautiful slut. A cunt like you deserves to have her body adorned with jewelry to highlight herself for others to look at and appreciate." He opened a small box and pulled out a golden chain, motioning for me to come closer. He told me to keep my hands to my sides he took hold of my left breast. As he was painfully pulling on my nipple, I made fists of my hands, holding them motionless next to my thighs.

Pulling agonizingly on my nipple it expanded and became erect, nearly an inch long. Just as the feeling was changing from pain to pleasure, he placed one end of the chain against my breast and clamped it onto my nipple. The pain shot through me into my belly as he pulled on the chain to insure the clamp was firmly in place. Immediately Kevin placed the other end of the chain to my right breast and clamped it to that nipple. Tears rolled out of my eyes as he pulled steadily on the chain. He let it fall, the cold metal laid against my belly, hanging firmly from both nipples.

"There you are my beautiful cunt. That adds to your natural beauty," he said with a wide smile on his lips. I wondered what my husband must be thinking as the golden chain would swing every time I moved. Kevin told me to remain standing as he needed to see my husband. Kevin went to John and whispered something to him I was unable to hear. They walked out of the room together.

John told me later that Kevin had taken him to what appeared to be a TV room. It was small and dark with several comfortable chairs facing a wall with four very large flat-screen TV's. They were all blank and Kevin instructed my husband to sit and see what was on TV. As Kevin walked out of the room, John heard a loud click and went to check the only door to the room. There was no interior handle and it had been locked from the outside. John had no option except to sit down and wait for Kevin to return.

It had only been a few minutes until Kevin returned to me. He walked directly to my face and placing his fingers under my dropped chin, raised my head until I was staring into his dark eyes. He told me he was looking forward to this evening as it would show both of us how much we both wanted this relationship with each other. He said that John had been placed in a "private" room and would not be with us. Kevin said this would be a test to see if I would be the sub he wanted and allow me to begin to learn my limits as he would not be easy on me during this training.

Kevin took me by my arm and led me to a huge closet. Just inside was a dresser with five drawers. He opened the second one and pulled out two black leather things with silver buckles and decorations. Taking my right hand, He wrapped one around my wrist and buckled it snugly. He did the same thing with my left wrist. They were heavy and lined with a soft felt material against my skin. Pulling them behind my back, I heard a snap as he somehow latched them together.

Turning back to the dresser, he pulled out one more item also of the same black leather and silver, but much larger. He grasped me by my neck and slipped the very stiff thing around me, holding my head in an upright and securely facing forward position. This had at least three buckles which he fastened firmly. I started to complain but Kevin said, "Shut up cunt. You are now mine to use as I see fit. If you talk without permission, you will be severely punished. Do you understand?" I nodded, yes.

He went back to the same drawer and pulled out two more leather items. Bending down, he placed them around my ankles, just below my calves. Standing up, he walked back a few steps and said, "Now my bitch is dressed properly for her training. However, you need to learn your positions and what will happen if you fail to obey me promptly. Let's begin with you getting down on your hands and knees -- NOW!"

I dropped to the floor and looked up at him, wondering what he was planning for the evening. He left me and went back to the dresser, returning with a small, narrow brown riding crop. It was a long tapered flexible length of single-strand or plaited (braided) leather) with a stiff handle. Walking behind me he told me I was not to move. "This is a test of your obedience."

I heard a singing of the whip through the air and then it was as if I was burned with a hot iron. The crop lashed out across my ass, I know leaving a bright red stripe. "I will be giving you a total of five and you are to remain still, thank me and tell me how many you received. Do you understand bitch?"

Despite the burning across both cheeks, I told him that was number one and I thanked him. Only a moment later the swish could be heard just before the whip landed across the cheeks of my ass. I yelled out in pain and quickly said, "Number two. Thank you."

He ordered me to raise my ass, as I had dropped it after the second strike. I lifted it arching my back, knowing it was making a better target for his next strike. He didn't wait, as soon as I was back on my hands and knees, the whip struck again sitting me on fire. My tits were hanging down free and would swing wildly with each hit. I yelled out with tears running down my face, "Number three. Thank you."

I am not sure how, but I held my position and he hit me the final two times. He congratulated me for remaining motionless and for my proper response to each stroke. I collapsed on my belly on the floor, crying my eyes out after number five. Kevin silently walked away and a few minutes later returned with a ***** in his hand, not for me, he was *****ing it.

"Pam, I had to do that to prove to you that I am serious about you obeying all of my orders." Kevin said, adding, "I hope I do not have to do that again. Think about how it felt when you hesitate doing what I tell you."

I don't think he knows how much I want to be his sub. I would do almost anything to please him and to fulfill my own need to submit to a strong dominate Master. I had fantasized for many years about being spanked or even whipped when I failed to obey a Master. Finally, I had lived out my dream.

It is difficult to state or even for me to understand the need I have to belong to a Master and more difficult still to understand how the whipping brought both pain and a feeling of being chattel to be used and ****** by my Master. Can anyone understand how that while being painfully whipped, I was so strongly sexually aroused that I was close to an orgasm. Each painful stroke caused a greater stream of fluids from my sex down my inner thighs. My breasts became firm and nipples erect. It was an experience that brought me to new heights of arousal and put me into what some call, "sub-space." My husband had always been so kind and gentle; I had never been so excited with his soft touch.

Kevin offered me a ***** from his glass. I was surprised to discover it was plain water. It tasted wonderful and gave me a chance to recover from my flogging. Remaining on my knees, I said nothing and waited for his next order. There was no doubt in my mind that I would do as he said. I did not want another whipping.

"Come with me," Kevin ordered me as he walked toward the door. I felt strange with the heavy leather cuffs attached together behind me and collar firmly locked on to my body. What really did affect me was the heavy swinging of the nipple chain. I stumbled closely behind him as he walked down the dimly lit hall. Opening a door on the right, I could see a brightly lit bed in the center of the small room.

I looked around, expecting to see John, but Kevin and I were alone. Kevin turned his back to me and began undressing. When he was nude, he sat on the bed and told me to kneel between his legs. It was obvious what he wanted.

John had walked the floor in his locked room for what seemed like 30 minutes when all four of the TV screens lit up. Each was pointing from a different angle toward a round, king-sized bed. John heard two voices and recognized them as his wife and Kevin. The distraught husband watched as his wife, now dressed in black leather bondage gear, dropped to her knees and crawled between the muscular legs of their nude employer.

Stunned, John collapsed into a chair and watched all four of the screens, knowing he had no control over what was happening.

Kevin handed me a small vial with a cork top. Opening it, the fragrance of roses became apparent. He told me this was a Heating Massage Lotion and lube. It is not only a lotion that warms up as the massage progresses, but a tasty treat as well. He knew I loved strawberries, so he purchased a strawberry flavored lubricant. I was instructed to use as much as is needed for a gentle massage, as I would rub it in, it will get tepid. And when I blow on it, it gets warmer.

He lay back on the bed and spread his legs wide so I had full access to his sex. Folding his hands under his head, I was instructed to rub the lotion over his sex, slowly and gently. I was to take my time and enjoy what I was doing. That was easy as I did love stroking this man, watching him grow and become erect in my hands. Cupping his balls caused him to moan and me to smile. His balls became tight and closer to his body as his cock kept growing and becoming more erect and rigid.

I used both hands on his balls and then using more lube, rubbed his cock harder and more rapidly. His eyes were closed and he moved his hips as I stroked him harder and faster. I was amazed at how much this action on my part also increased my own arousal. My flower opened as my fluids leaked down between my legs and my breasts became firm with very engorged nipples. I had no idea my husband John was watching my every move.

I felt Kevin's hands in my hair and his firm grasp pulled me to him. Opening my mouth I licked the tip of his cock and tasted the mixture of the sweet strawberries and his pre-cum. Taking him further into my mouth, he held my head tighter and began moving my head in rhythm with his humping his hips into me. His gentle movements changed into a strong, controlling fucking of my face. Strong fingers held my head and pulled it against his body, inserting his cock against the back of my throat.

Increasing the speed of his fucking my face he also increased his grip on my head. I tried to help him by stroking him harder and faster, using more of the sweet smelling and fantastic tasting lube. It seemed that he was on the verge of an orgasm as he was so very firm and his breath was coming in gasps. But then he abruptly stopped and pulled me away from my oral pleasuring of this well-built man. He unfastened my wrist cuffs.

Kevin picked me up and tossed me onto the bed as if I was a rag doll. My arms and legs flailed as I landed flat on my back. He stood up and said for me to open my legs and show him my pussy. His mouth quickly went down and started running his tongue along my swollen puffy pussy lips. He commented on my smoothly shaved cunt as it was rapidly thrusting to meet his tongue.

Kevin began really working my pussy with his mouth and I was building to my own orgasm. I was holding my feet high in the air and spread as far apart as possible. Kevin was stroking his own cock as he buried his face into my pussy and was licking my engorged clit. Soon I was shuddering with a full blown, full body orgasm. He continued his oral ministrations to my labia and clit as I literally exploded all over his handsome face.

As I finally collapsed back on the bed he moved up on top of me and said, "Now it is time to fuck you." His large body completely covered mine as he held my ankles up and apart. Placing the tip of his cock against my already open pussy and wet labia, he slowly inserted it fully into me. I was so exhausted I just laid there letting him have his way.

This was even better than last week as he stretched my vagina further open than I thought possible. As he began stroking in and out of me, he kept hitting my cervix with his big cock. My husband could never enter me that deeply. As his stroking increased in speed and strength I could feel his orgasm building.

Kevin said, "I hope you are on the pill, as I am about to fill you with my cum." I had not considered the possibility of getting pregnant as my husband always used a condom. No I certainly did not want to get impregnated, but being spread open and fucked so wonderfully, building to my second orgasm, I was not about to ask him to stop. One of the most enjoyable moments of last week was when he had filled me to overflowing with his cum. The warmth and smooth cream felt so wonderful shooting into my cunt. I wanted that feeling again.

Kevin said, "Come on bitch, tell me what you want."

I did not hesitate and said, "I want you to fuck me."

"What else," he prodded.

I nearly yelled, "Fill me with your cum," I begged. "Fuck me with your great cock and give it to me."

My orgasm was rapidly approaching as was Kevin's. He leaned against my ear and said that John was watching and I was to tell him how I felt and what I wanted. Looking around I did not see John, but as my super climax took my body, feeling Kevin shoot his cum into me, I yelled out, "Oh god, fuck me Kevin, I need your cock. Cum in me and make me your cunt." As we came close, we embraced in a passionate and ******** kiss.

Our mutual climax was unbelievable. We both finished at the same time and stayed in each other's arms for several minutes as we came down from the mountain of bliss. As I returned to reality, I wondered if what Kevin had said about John watching was true. If so, he watched the greatest sex and orgasm I had ever experienced. He must now know that I did not fake that with Kevin.

There were two bathrooms with showers in this room and we both cleaned up and I was given a robe and slippers to wear as we returned to the room where John was being held. As we opened the door to the dark room, I saw on all four screens the recorded video of the magnificent sex I had had with Kevin. John said nothing as Kevin told us we could leave now. Silently John and I went to our car and drove home. Arriving home John went to ***** in the guest room while I went to my own bed. We did not speak all day Sunday and when the alarm went off Monday morning, John was already gone to work. I got dressed and went to my own classroom.

It was following lunch when I returned to my classroom, still wondering about both my husband and about Kevin. Sitting at my desk I found an envelope addressed to me. In it was an unsigned note. "Don't miss your 7 pm appointment." I had forgotten about my gym schedule.

It was almost six when I got home and John was not there and had left no note. I had to hurry as I couldn't be late to my very first gym appointment with Robert King. Grabbing my gym bag which I had packed after buying everything on my list at the clothing store, I drove directly to the gym. Rushing into the ladies locker room I found an empty one and started changing from my work clothing to my gym items. I left my panties on but removed my bra and put on one of my sports bras. Putting on my shorts and a sleeveless tank-top, then my track shoes and white socks. Removing all my jewelry and watch I locked everything in the freshly painted locker.

It was exactly 7 as I knocked on Mr. King's door. He opened it and in his usual rush, told me to follow him. Entering a large room with many exercise items, he showed me a chart on the far wall. It had seven processes I was to follow "exactly" which would stretch and loosen up my body for my workout. He said he would be back in 20 minutes and that I was to do everything that was on the "Seven Step" chart.

It seemed strange to be alone in this large room, but I concentrated on my task at hand and began. I was on step six and already sweating when Robert returned. He stressed that I needed to do all seven steps correctly before I began my workout.

When I had finished up to his level of warming up, he told me I was to work on several areas. My physical exam highlighted the goals I was to achieve. For example, I had a 26 inch waist and Kevin had instructed him to get me down to a 21. That was not going to be easy. Kevin had directed that my 115 pounds would drop to 105. How he was going to do it I don't know, but my bust would be increased to 36D and firmed up. My 38" ass would decrease to 36" and firmed up. In addition, I was to increase my strength with sit ups, chin ups, and lots of standing thrusts for my legs and butt. We began with a half mile run immediately followed by a series of floor exercises, like sit ups, jumping jacks.

While doing the floor exercises, I could see a large window at the end of the room. Sitting in the room were six or seven men, all in business suits. What seemed strange was that Robert had gone into that room three times with a clipboard and talked to them in private before returning to me and having me work harder and try other exercises. This was the hardest I had worked in years and was covered with perspiration. My shorts and workout bra were soaked and both clinging to my body.

Robert King returned from another conversation with the strange men and told me it was enough for a first day. He had me shower and then put on my swim suit. He wanted me to "cool-off" by swimming a few laps.

After a refreshing shower, I put on my swim suit. I have never worn such a skimpy one. The top was no more than two triangle patches to cover my areola and string to tie them in place. The bottoms consisted of a single triangle patch to cover my mound and string up my butt and around my waist. In effect only my pussy and nipples were covered. When I walked out to the pool, Robert King was waiting for me and told me to walk to the deep end, dive in and swim four full laps. When I finished, I could shower again and then go home.

Approaching the end of the pool the same men that were in the window were sitting on a viewers stand, all silent and intensely watching my every step. I walked faster and rushed to get into the water. Just as I was about to dive into the pool, Richard King was back talking to the men and writing on his clip board. I dove in and finished my laps.

When I finished, Mr. King and the men were gone. I was very tired, but felt very good after my intense workout. I drove home and arrived ahead of schedule, about 9:30. To my surprise, John was sitting on the sofa ******** some dark, red wine. I went to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying, "I DO love you John."

He took me in his arms and kissed me as passionately as I can ever remember. We undressed each other and made love there in the living room. What was nice was the gentle touching and soft caresses mixed with us both telling each other how much we loved each other and would always be together to support each other -- no matter what else happened.
As I was on my knees, ass raised and presented to my husband, John was taking me from behind. I couldn't help but think how Kevin filled me so much more and was wishing John would pump into me faster, harder and deeper. I then realized he was not fucking me, he was making love to me. I relaxed; realizing I would not have one on Kevin's' explosive orgasms, but did enjoy the gentle manner John and I were sharing each others body.

Holding my hips firmly in his hands, John kept stroking into me, over and over again. It did feel good, but did not create the tremendous sexual arousal I experienced when being take and used by Kevin. I kept my ass arched up to my husband and pumped back against this every stroke. I could finally feel him approaching and orgasm, so I yelled out, "Oh yes, oh god yes..." and faked a climax. That was enough to get John to finish. He did eject a small (compared to Kevin) amount of cum into me.

I thanked him, told him how wonderful he was and went into my third shower for the night. By the time I got to bed, John was a***** and I tossed and turned wondering what the next week would bring.

I went to him and gave him a kiss on the cheek, saying, "I DO love you John." He took me in his arms and kissed me as passionately as I can ever remember. We undressed each other and made love there in the living room. What was nice was the gentle touching and soft caresses mixed with us both telling each other how much we loved each other and would always be together to support each other – no matter what else happened.

As I was on my knees, John was taking me from behind. I couldn't help but think how Kevin filled me so much more and was wishing John would pump into me faster, harder and deeper. I then realized he was not fucking me, he was making love to me. I relaxed; realizing I would not have one on Kevin's' explosive orgasms, but did enjoy the gentle manner John and I were sharing each others body.

Holding my hips firmly in his hands, John kept stroking into me, over and over again. It did feel good, but did not create the tremendous sexual arousal I experienced when being taken and used by Kevin. I kept my ass arched up to my husband and pumped back against this every stroke. I could finally feel him approaching an orgasm, so I yelled out, "Oh yes, oh god yes..." and faked a climax. That was enough to get John to finish. He did eject a small (compared to Kevin) amount of cum into me.

I thanked him, told him how wonderful he was and went into my third shower for the night. By the time I got to bed, John was a***** and I tossed and turned wondering what the next week would bring.

End of chapter 6.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The following week was as normal as I can ever remember for both John and I; we were spending our last two weeks closing out classes for the summer break. It would be a full two months before we would be back to start the next semester. The great thing was that since we were fulltime staff and had already signed our contracts for the next school year, we would continue to receive our full salary. Things were looking so much better financially. Our bills were now paid up to date and we even had started building a saving account.

I was both disappointed and surprised that Kevin did not try to reach John or me during the last week. We were expecting to be asked to meet him somewhere the following weekend. It was Friday morning that John finally received one of his private notes. Instead of a required rendezvous, Kevin said that he and his wife would be on a cruise the next two weeks. My only instruction was for me to continue my sessions at the gym with my trainer. John was told that he was allowed to touch me, but never to have intercourse. No sex was to be difficult as we felt more attracted to each other than we had for years. Kevin obviously wanted us to build up our sexual needs and desire.

Never being late for any session, Mr. King continued working me hard and increasing the intensity of my workouts. I had sore muscles, but was feeling very good and could see improvements in my shape and strength. My pecks were visible and my legs had a better shape. I had wondered if he would ever make a pass at me, but he was always very strict and professional.

John and I finished our last week of class and had begun out first free week of summer vacation. I continued my workouts and now had free days to go shopping. John and I actually went to a park for a picnic followed by a wonderful dinner at an Outback then to a classic, romantic movie. It was as if we were dating again, except when we returned home we did not make love, but just watched TV and went to *****.

It was Wednesday when the phone rang. I was startled to hear Kevin. They had just returned from their vacation cruise and he told me he was sending an email to me with instructions for the next weekend. I was to tell John not to make any plans for Sunday. I could plan on returning home at noon on Monday. Everything would be explained in the email.

This was not a surprise for either of us, but we did feel very uncomfortable; not having any idea what would be required of John and I. I kept checking my email and did not receive anything until Friday about noon. Here is what Kevin said to me with an exact copy also sent to John.

"My servant John and My cunt Pam,

I hope you both had a couple nice weeks off to play your vanilla life. You will be able to continue next week after you complete a few things for me Sunday. My wife is going to spend the weekend with her ****** and will not be back until Tuesday. Here are your instructions for BOTH of you, just so you do not forget or misunderstand anything.

John drive my sweet bitch to the Red Rose Parlor at 2454 Hwy 435 East. Pam has an appointment at 9 am Sunday morning. It is a couple hours drive so leave early. They are not normally open on Sunday, but I have made arrangements for a special, private appointment. You should be finished by noon and they will be providing you both lunch. You can expect to be home before four. You both can wear something comfortable and definitely not fancy to the Parlor.

You may want to rest a couple hours and have something to eat before your next appointment. I have sent some clothing for Pam to wear that evening. A box will be at your house when you return from the Parlor. John, you may wear casual slacks and a long sleeved white shirt and slip on loafers with no socks when you bring Pam to me.

Meet me at 7 pm at Charlie's Bar on Main Street in Barnesville, about 50 miles south of your house. It is far enough away and not the kind of place you normally visit, so you should not know anyone. I will arrive a few minutes later. While waiting, ask for Al, the bartender and tell him you are my guests. Both of you sit at the bar and wait for me. We will take the evening from there... By the way, you two are still not allowed to have any sex until we meet."

Signed, Kevin."

John and I did not discuss the email directions, we just acknowledged we read and understood them.

It was early Sunday when the alarm went off and John and I got dressed and silently went to the car for our long drive to the Salon. It was too late to fix a breakfast, so we both grabbed a can of Slim-Fast to tide us over until lunch.

Driving this unfamiliar highway we almost missed the small sign and building, as it was a small place behind a cowboy style bar. The lights were on so we walked in and were greeted by two women and one man. One woman offered us coffee, juice and pastries which we gladly accepted. I drank a glass of orange juice but passed on the baked goods as I was still working on my strict diet.

John took several pastries and a cup of coffee. The man asked John to sit in the waiting area and he turned on a TV to some morning news shows. One woman escorted me down a long hall to a room in the back of the shop.

She introduced herself as Rebecca and informed me that she had been given complete instructions and was already paid. She added, "Kevin also gave me a nice tip. Don't worry; I'll make you look great for him." I had no idea what was expected of me, but knew I would have to go through with what Kevin had arranged.

"OK Dear," Rebecca said, "First take off your slacks and panties if you are wearing any. Then have a seat in this ancient OB Delivery chair. Make yourself comfortable as this will take awhile."

I opened my slacks and took them off, laying them on a chair. My panties came off with them. As I sat on the cold leather of the chair, she said, "Don't worry Dear, it will warm up soon."

She placed my feet in the stirrups and ran Velcro straps across my knees and feet. My legs were stretched away from each other as she adjusted the height of the seat and extended them even further apart. Rebecca told me, "This first task will feel very good, so lie back, close your eyes and relax."

I heard her gather some items and some water running. The first thing I felt was a warm wash cloth across my lower belly. It did feel good as she washed me on down to include my pussy. I did become uncomfortable when she continued washing between my ass cheeks.

As she continued and I settled down in this comfortable chair I began to get ******. I thought it was because of a poor night's ***** and getting up early. Rebecca said, "Go ahead and lie back and take a nap. This will take a couple hours, so to make you more at ease; I placed a mild tranquilizer in your orange juice. It will help you relax and will wear off by the time I finish." With the ******** already working, I was becoming drowsy.

A hot towel rinsed me and was followed by a warm foam being spread all over my private areas. She picked up a straight edge razor and began shaving me from my navel on down. As she finished my mound and began on my labia I fell into a deep *****.

The light from the overhead lamps blinded me from being able to see anything while I was beginning to wake up from my ******* *****. "Perfect timing Pam, as I am just finishing. You will be able to see yourself in a couple minutes." She offered me a ***** of water as I was feeling dehydrated. "Don't worry," she added smiling, "no more tranquilizers..."

I was still in the same position I was in when I went to *****. My feet and legs were widely spread and I now had an ache deep in my vagina. It was not painful, but aching in my most delicate spot. I tried to raise my head to see myself, but fell back, as I was too weak to move. Rebecca said that I should rest a few minutes then she would show me the "new Pam".

After ******** more water and clearing my head, the throbbing was still throughout my vagina. I had to see what she had done to me. Rebecca told me to lie still and she would explain what had happened. She would then show me her work.

She said, "Kevin sent us some very specific instructions to follow. He wanted your pussy to be visibly identified as his property. We first of all cleaned and shaved all of you, between your legs, pussy and ass. That was done and he considered a tattoo but decided against that as he might want to change it later.

So, using a special skin dye made from a strong hair tint, I wrote in a lovely bold one inch script font, "Kevin's' Cunt". It is just above your clit on your mound. It should last a month or two, regardless of what you do to attempt to remove it. If you and Kevin like it, we can make it permanent as a tattoo."

She continued, "After you went to ***** I did my best work. Kevin had told me exactly what he wanted. You may remember something similar from the old French novel, The Story of O. He wanted to place a permanent tag on you."

Rebecca explained that she had made a stretched piercing through my right labium (labia minora) and inserted a surgical steel flesh tunnel. She pierced the Labia minora due to its high elasticity of the tissue, whereas labia majora piercings are less likely to distend. This would now eventually hang lower and become more evident than the outside labia majora.

She told me the flesh tunnel was basically an eyelet allowing many things to be inserted and easily removed, although when fully healed it would never be removed. Often Masters have two of these installed, one on each side. When padlocked together they make an excellent chastity device. For some reason Kevin only wanted one at this time.

Rebecca did tell me that Kevin did want a one inch captive bead ring welded closed through the tunnel. It was to be a permanent installation. Another eternal ring was linked to it which had a bright, chrome letter "K" and his personal insignia identifying him as my owner. I was warned that it was large, about 2 inches tall, heavy and never was to be removed.

As the ******** wore off I slowly became aware of what had been done to my body. Afraid to move myself, Rebecca took several pictures on her cell phone and showed them to me. I was frightened and could not believe this was indeed me that was shaved bald, tattooed with "Kevin's Cunt" boldly on my mound and most frightening the jewelry hanging from my labium.

It was obvious Rebecca was very proud of the work she had done on me. Removing the Velcro straps; Rebecca helped move my legs together and gave me back my panties. She placed a Kotex pad against my pussy to help during the healing, which should only be a few hours. The soft pad kept the large "K" from rubbing or poking me as I moved.

She also gave me a few pills which she told me were mild pain pills, "if I needed them" later on.

I was still dazed but awake enough to now realize what had happened. How could I live like this? How could I tell John?

Rebecca helped me up and walked me back down the hall to a small kitchen where a table was waiting for John and I. Someone told John and he joined me. We were served a nice light lunch of fish and salad with a soft ***** because of the drive home. John asked what had happened and I told him I would tell him all about it later. Right now I was hungry and wanted to eat lunch.

It was a long drive home and we listened to some soft music on the radio and did not talk very much to each other. John suggested I try to ***** as we drove back home. He woke me as we pulled into the driveway. We didn't have much time as we had to meet Kevin at 7 and it was an hour's drive.

We both saw the box on the front porch, but I got to it first, knowing it was the clothing that Kevin wanted me to wear tonight. John told me we needed to get ready to leave and said he would fix a couple sandwiches while I was getting dressed.

Walking as quickly as I could with the new jewelry pressing against my labia, I went upstairs and into the bedroom. I didn't have time to shower and tore open the box to see what I was going to have to wear to meet Kevin.

John yelled up to me and said sandwiches were ready. I said I was getting dressed and would be down in about ten minutes. As I opened the box I found a large note on top. It said, "I hope you enjoyed this morning and your new jewelry. Tonight you will have an opportunity to wear it in public. I am very anxious to see my cunt in person. You will be able to dress quickly as you are to wear only a few items.

Remove ALL of your clothing and put on ONLY the black garter belt, your new fishnet stockings, the new nipple showing, open cup, black satin platform bra and the enclosed sun dress. Put on only basic makeup but put bright red lipstick on your lips, your pussy and your nipples. Get dressed and I'll see you tonight."

When I removed my clothing and slipped off my panties and kotex pad, for the first time I felt the full weight of the insignia swing free and pull down on my labia. It did not hurt, but certainly felt unusual as if someone was holding and pulling down on me. Then I saw the bold writing which said, "Kevin's Cunt" just above my pussy. I was stunned and did not know what to do or how to act. I still have to get up the courage to tell my husband.

After dressing as requested, I went downstairs, walking carefully as the insignia poked me in the thighs if I walked with my legs together. John and I ate the sandwich he fixed and immediately got into the car for the hour's drive. It was already 6 and my mind was racing as to what was going to happen tonight.

Walking as quickly as I could with the new jewelry pressing against my labia, I went upstairs and into the bedroom. I didn't have time to shower and tore open the box to see what I was going to have to wear to meet Kevin. John yelled up to me and said sandwiches were ready. I said I was getting dressed and would be down in about ten minutes.

As I opened the box I found a large note on top. It said, "I hope you enjoyed this morning and your new jewelry. Tonight you will have an opportunity to wear it in public. I am very anxious to see my cunt in person. You will be able to dress quickly as you are to wear only a few items. Remove ALL of your clothing and put on ONLY the black garter belt, your new fishnet stockings, the new nipple showing, open cup, black satin platform bra and the enclosed sun dress. Put on only basic makeup but put bright red lip stick on your lips, your pussy and your nipples. Get dressed and I'll see you tonight."

When I removed my clothing and slipped off my panties and kotex pad, for the first time I felt the full weight of the "K" swing free and pull down on my labia. It did not hurt, but certainly felt unusual as if someone was holding and pulling down on me. Then I saw the bold writing which said, "Kevin's Cunt" just above my pussy. I was stunned and did not know what to do or how to act. I still have to get up the courage to tell my husband.

After dressing as requested, I went downstairs, walking carefully as the "K" poked me in the thighs if I walked with my legs together. John and I ate the sandwich he fixed and immediately got into the car for the hour's drive. It was already 6 and my mind was racing as to what was going to happen tonight.

End of chapter 7.

CHAPTER EIGHT

It was a very quiet drive, as my husband John and I did not say anything to each other. I know our minds were racing as neither of us had any idea what was going to happen in Charlie's Bar in Barnesville. It had been over two weeks since we had been with Kevin and he had made it clear to us that if we wanted to keep both of our jobs, we would do exactly as we were told and never question his commands.

Tonight I was torn apart emotionally and after what happened in the Parlor, physically. I was frightened, not knowing what Kevin expected of me. I was also frightened as to how John would react when he discovered my new "jewelry" and temporary tattoo.

The parking lot was only half full at Charlies Bar when we arrived at a few minutes till seven. We found a parking spot close to the front door and John opened my door and helped me out. As I stood up, the "K" dropped down and pulled on my left labia minora. It was not painful, but felt so unusual and erotic as it would swing free as I walked. I tried to maintain a good posture and not let this sensation be visible to the people in the bar.

As we had been instructed we went to the bar and took one of the many empty seats. The lights were brighter than most bars and the music was softer. You could easily overhear people talking while sitting in booths, tables and free chairs around the room. A female bartender came up and asked us what we wanted to *****. Remembering Kevins instructions we asked for a bartender named "Al." She laughed and said that she was Al, which was her nickname. Her real name was Alberta but she hated it. We told her we were instructed to ask for her by a man named Kevin. She asked if we were John and Pam. When we told her we were, she smiled and said she had been waiting for us. Instead of taking our order, she abruptly turned and walked to the far end of the bar.

We could see her preparing some ****** and came right back to us, sitting ****** in front of both of us. She said she had been asked to fix us the "House Special" and that it had been paid for by Kevin. It was in a tall glass and was a light brown and had a sweet taste, apparently with a rum base. Al told us to relax and enjoy the music. If we needed anything, we should ask her.

John pointed out the large clock above the bar as it was ringing exactly seven. It was time for Kevin to arrive. I attempted to find a way to sit comfortably on the bar stool and John was so nervous you could hear his knees knocking. Fortunately the dress I had been given to wear was a full, A-line with a flowing skirt. The top had a scooped neckline that was not nearly as bold as I had expected considering the pushup, open cup, platform bra I was wearing. My breasts were pushed up and together with the complete top of my breasts, including my nipples totally exposed. The high topped dress did not allow me to show anything.

Not knowing what to say to each other, John and I sat together without talking. I kept looking around and noticed more and more people were coming into the bar, filling the empty seats. Also, against the far rear wall, some workers were setting up some tall things against the back. It was fairly dark where they were at the other end of the room, so I could not see exactly what they were assembling. It was then John clutched my arm.

I looked toward the door and saw Kevin approaching. He was dressed unlike most of the casually attired people in the bar. He was wearing a very expensive suit, white shirt and a beautiful red silk tie. He is such a handsome man. Any woman would be turned on by his erect posture and broad shoulders. Despite what he had done to me and how he had treated my husband, I caught myself smiling, happy to see him approaching. I casually picked up my ***** and finished it off as he came up behind me.

Surprisingly, John was the first to speak. He said, "Good evening, Mr. Richards." Kevin did not even look at John and said, "Shut the fuck up. I'll talk to you later." Moving against my back he reached around me and cupped both of my 34B breasts. Almost to himself he whispered, "Very nice. Not bad for being so small. We'll take care of that someday."

Waving to Al, he told her to bring refills for our ******. I said, thanks but I was already lightheaded from the large, strong *****. He whispered in my ear, "I didn't ask you if you wanted another one, I said you were to ***** another, do you understand bitch?" I nodded in agreement and saw John moving around in his chair obviously not knowing what to do, if anything. I was losing some of my positive feelings about my pathetically weak husband.

As Al brought the ******, she looked down at Kevin's hands cupping my breasts and obviously massaging them through my dress. I could feel myself blush but did nothing except look back into her eyes and smiled. "***** up," Kevin told both John and I. We did as instructed.

Kevin faced John for the first time and asked if he liked the new jewelry he had bought for his "cunt". John did not know what he was talking about as I had not had the courage to tell him. When my husband asked what he meant, Kevin laughed and said that he would soon find out. He looked at me and said he didn't think I would tell John.

Mr. Richards sat between John and I on a bar stool and he proceeded to tell us all about his cruise. It was obvious he was passing time with this small-talk. When we had finished our third "House Special" ***** I felt that I was firmly under the influence and John was now laughing at Kevin's off color jokes and seemed to enjoy it when our boss kissed me passionately with his tongue in my mouth and his hands caressing both of my breasts.

Kevin has a way of kissing that makes me think of nothing else. It was as if he took control of my mind and soul as well as my body. Pulling me against him, my breasts were pressed firmly against his masculine chest, enlarging and erecting my nipples. As my crotch pressed against his my pussy would ************* open and my fluids would begin to flow. I melted in his embrace.

He turned, looked at my husband and asked John, "Think I should have Pam give me a blow job before the show?" John sat silently as I started to get up. Kevin looked at me and said softly, "You'll do anything I ask you to bitch. Now sit down." I sat back on my stool.

The bar lights flashed and everyone stopped talking. An announcer came on a loud speaker and asked if everyone was ready for the contest. A loud roar of applause filled the room. The announcer said that tonight there were to be five contestants. Everyone would have one hour before the voting would take place. "The contestants have fifteen minutes to get ready and in place as the contest would begin at 8:30, in exactly fifteen minutes."

I asked Kevin what this was all about and he told me to go to the ladies room and empty my bladder. He said if I didn't, I would soon regret it. He said to hurry and come right back to him. I got off the stool and really feeling the strong ******, staggered off. I made it to the ladies room with his insignia swinging between my legs and pulling down on my labia. When I returned, the announcer said over the loud speaker that the contestants were to be in place in five minutes.

Kevin stood me directly in front of John and told me to remove my dress. The time I feared had now come... John would see his wife in a new light. He would see "Kevin's Cunt." I unzipped the back of my dress and let it fall to the floor. I picked it up and handed it to John. He was shocked when he first saw my tits and bright red nipples exposed on the platform bra, but did not know what to say when he saw my shaved mound with its tattoo. That was when I slid my feet apart and let my new jewelry drop down, swinging as I rotated my hips. I know others around us could see me, but I was only interested in the reaction from my husband. He stared, leaned back against the bar and said nothing.

Kevin took me by my arm and led me through the crowd, pulling me and some men reached out for me. Several slapped me on the ass. I heard many dirty comments about me and what they wanted to do to me. One offered to "rent" me from Kevin, who ignored his offer. I also heard several say that they were going to vote for me. What kind of contest was this going to be?

Looking around the room I saw several women of varying ages and appearances being forcibly taken by the men around them as they fought to get away. Just a few feet away three men were stripping a screaming twenty something beautiful blonde woman while two other men were holding her.

As we approached the back, I saw for the first time five, solid glass vertical boxes. They were shaped like phone booths but were smaller in width and depth, although easily over six feet tall. Each box was about ten feet away from the others, allowing people to walk all the way around each individual box. Four other women were being placed into their container as I felt my hands being pulled behind my back.

Hand cuffs were locked on my wrists. Kevin ran a Velcro strap around my arms just above my elbows, pulling them together. This was ******* me to bow my chest forward. Kevin opened the glass door, removed my shoes and pushed me inside facing the front. A kiss on the cheek, he said, "I know you can win. Don't be afraid as this may seem painful, nothing dangerous is going to happen. I promise you will not be injured."

He closed the door and locked me inside with a hinged padlock. I could barely move as I nearly filled the box, touching it on all sides. Trying to kneel, I bumped my ass and my knees against opposite walls. My bare feet were cold on what seemed to be solid steel flooring. From my location, I could see the other four women and there were also locked in the same manner.

I could see two women already secured in their box that were totally naked. Another woman was in her thong panties and matching bra. One woman in the box next to me was dressed similar to me in garter belt, hose and bra. All were fighting a losing battle being outnumbered ten to one by the men ******* them into the containers. The women were yelling and pleading while the men standing all around us were applauding and laughing.

As Kevin stepped back, he examined me and the other four women. He smiled, turned and walked back to the bar and my husband. The ****** had certainly affected me, approaching the point of total ************. However, I did understand that I was standing in an all glass enclosure, unable to move but a few inches in any direction and anyone outside could clearly see all of me. I thought about my breasts being placed on the serving dish of the shelf bra as if being offered for anyone to use. I could almost feel the nakedness of my freshly tattooed mound saying. "KEVIN'S CUNT".

When I tried to move I felt the tugging of the letter "K" swinging by its chain from my fully exposed pussy. The garter belt and fishnet nylons must have provided a frame to the picture most people were viewing. In a way I felt protected as I didn't believe anyone could lay a hand on me locked away in this solid cell.

A loud horn went off, startling me, followed by the announcer saying the contest was now on and votes would be accepted for one hour. At that time they would count them and present the award to the winner. Nearly drowned out by the laughter he also said the two contestants with the lowest votes would receive their "LAST PLACE" rewards. He then said, "Ladies, it is time to dance." Loud music began with a heavy African drum beat. How could they expect us to dance in such a small confinement?

I looked at the other four contestants and they appeared as uncomfortable and frightened as I was in that situation. It was only one minute when I heard two of the women scream as if in pain. It was only a moment later when I felt something similar to a bee sting on my left ass cheek. Turning my head as much as possible I saw a man behind me with a narrow rod sticking through a 1 inch hole in the glass. Looking closer I discovered that all four walls of glass had these small access holes all over them.

While looking behind me I felt another sting, this time on my right nipple. Screaming, I looked forward and saw a man sticking a similar rod through a hole in front of me and touching my tit. Even being nearly *****, I now understood why my shoes had been removed and why I was on a steel plate for a floor. It allowed a ground for the electric shock I was receiving from the rods beginning to touch me all over my body. The announcer yelled out, "Come on ladies – dance for us!"

As I was stung by a sharp electric shock on my side I jumped and twisted as much as the container would allow. No idea how many men were sticking their rods in and zapping me. They seemed to be everywhere and coming from every direction. I was pleading and crying when several electrical shocks hit my dangling jewelry. The worst I was experiencing was the painful shock that went up from the metal hanging from between my legs and travelled deeply into my cunt.

Several men made a game of it and kept trying to tap the "K" and watch me jump. My tears were flowing as the shocks continued from every direction. There was nowhere to hide or escape these stinging rods.

The announcer said, "We already have our two last place dancers." He asked for someone to get the women out of box number 2 and 4 as they had both passed out. I could see several men open the boxes and carry the women over to two small tables in front of the bar. Both were stripped naked and had men holding them on their backs, spread-eagle on the low lying tables.

I was still hopping and dancing to the decreasing number of shocks I was being given. I considered pretending to faint, but wondered what would happen to me if they discovered my game. As Kevin had said, this was not going to seriously injure me; it was just uncomfortable and mildly painful. The men just wanted to see us prance around, boobs bouncing and hear us beg.

After the two women on the tables were cared for and were beginning to wake up, the loud horn sounded again. The announcer said for the men to stop shocking us and that they had thirty minutes left to vote for their choice of best dancer. I fell back against the back of the box and almost immediately saw Kevin opening the door. He pulled me out and removed my cuffs. I looked for burns or marks but could not find any. Kevin said, "I told you it was only a game and you would not be hurt." He walked me to a small booth where John was waiting for us. I nearly fell into the seat, totally exhausted.

Directly in front of us were the two women on tables that had passed out. As they were now awake, there were four men holding each of them, one at each arm and one at each leg. Standing next to them was the announcer who said the votes were being tallied and the winner notified later. Now, the two losers were going to get their "REWARDS".

He asked all of the men present to look at the tickets they received when they came into the bar. He then pulled open a large jar, shook it and called out number 423. One man across from us yelled out and came forward. The announcer told him that he had his choice of the women and could use her for ten minutes. Wasting no time, he went to the closest woman and had the men holding her legs to spread them for him. It was obvious the woman was not sexually excited and not lubricated but the man climbed between her legs and jammed his amazing erection all the way into her. She yelled, probably hurting more than the electric shocks in the box.

She was held tightly in place as the man fucked her on the table. Fortunately for her, her assailant had been excited by everything that had happened and reach his climax quickly. He shot a huge amount of cum into her before she could even become aroused. Standing up, he zipped up his pants and turned and walked away. She laid there, streams of cum dripping from her pussy.

The announcer then said that he was about to draw another number for the other woman. Reaching into the jar he pulled out a ticket and called out 107. He called it several times and Kevin checked his and told John to check his ticket. John pulled his ticket out and called out "107"! The announcer told him that the second woman was his to use as he wanted. John was told he could either get a blow job or he could fuck her.

John stood up and told the announcer that he did not want the woman and was sitting with his wife. Kevin stood up on the table and told everyone that John was a cuckold and would rather eat out the used pussy of the first woman. A couple men grabbed John and ****** him down between the legs of the woman that had just been fucked. With the help a couple more men, they pressed his face into the dripping crotch of the raped woman. The announcer asked the audience if the cuckold should "clean up" the woman that had just been fucked. Everyone laughed as the announcer told everyone to let him go. John quickly got up and he told me he was going home. He nearly ran out the door.

Kevin turned to me and said the rest of the evening would be just for the two of us. It was already an evening I would never forget. I couldn't imagine what else was in store for me.

Kevin told me the rest of the evening would be ours. He stood me up in front of him and said he had not had an opportunity to examine the work that had been done on me at the Red Rose Parlor.

His first inspection was of the temporary tattoo. He said he liked the script and that it specifically stated that this was his cunt. However, he was going to have a design of some kind in addition to the printing, labeling my pussy. He never asked me what I thought about it because as he stated, this was going to be "his" cunt and no longer mine. He mentioned that he liked me closely shaved and wondered if there was a way to prevent hair from growing in my private areas. I said nothing.

He then took hold of the swinging insignia and inspected how it had been attached to me. Kevin liked the surgical steel flesh tunnel where the rings were attached. "We need to put in a few more of these," he said to himself. He told me that the single one was in the top third of my inner left labia and if we put one in the bottom third, with a matching set on the right side, it would allow him to "lock" me up whenever he wanted. It would also permit decorations when he wanted to show off my "pretty pussy."

I asked if I could put on my dress and he became angry and told me that I was to wear what he had given me. He walked me out from the table yelling, "Come and see my Pam all bejeweled for this competition. "He had more than a few men explore my body in the items he gave me to wear.

He asked their opinion of the tattoo and especially the hanging "K". Most loved it and examined it closely while the majority approved of my garter belt and hose without panties. My shelf bra was of interest to many men and they took their time giving a full examination of my breasts being held out on the tray-like shelf. I was so ashamed to be seen in this public place nearly nude and my body being touched and scrutinized by so many strangers.

Kevin had once again demonstrated his control over me, demonstrating how he could give me the thrill of being his cunt, being his sex toy. The night continued with me being shown off and inspected by a hundred men and some women.

Perhaps it was the local custom, but several men and one woman asked to "rent" me. I can only imagine what they wanted. Kevin thanked them for the offer and the compliment, but said I was a new sub and would only service him on this, my first night on exhibit. That was going to be done right away.

His presentation of his new sub must have stimulated him and he said he wanted to fill "his cunt" with the insignia attached and see how it felt to him while fucking it. Pulling me by the "K" and its short chain, he took me into a small room off of the entrance hall.

I was placed on my hands and knees on a soft single wide bed. It had a sheet unexpectedly clean and no other bedding. My insignia chain was pulled, stretching my labia and my knees spread apart, ass and pussy on complete exhibit. It was just a minute for him to drop his pants and rub his semi-rigid cock against my slit.

He was not concerned with preparing my vagina with moisture and opening it. It was fortunate that all of the men having played with me in the main room had began my fluids running and started the opening of my pussy.

I felt the tip of his rod press without delay against my cavity and he wasted no time pressing into me. It was uncomfortable, but quickly began to feel wonderful. As he slammed against my ass his now rigid and expansive cock filled me, stretching my opening. Yes, it created a sensation that was so very erotic and sexually fantastic! I began flowing and opening wide for his enormous cock.

Dropping my head, eyes closed, moans of delight escaped from my soul. His holding my hips tightly made me feel as if I was in a vice and he kept me aligned for his penetrations. Kevin could fuck better than I ever imagined possible.

All of a sudden, I realized that he was not wearing any protection and I certainly did not want to get pregnant. I could not say anything to him, for fear of his possible reaction, but I was very concerned over his bareback riding. Quickly figuring when my last period ended, I should be safe. I told myself I had to obtain some pills to prevent conception.

As he humped me, bumping my face into the mattress the pleasure his now huge dick was giving me caused me to think only about how wonderful it was to be his cunt. I was again in sub space, feeling my orgasm building in me. I repeatedly tightened my cunt, attempting to milk his cock. I wish I had more control so my pussy could grasp and hold him tightly as he fucked me.

Kevin was not in the mood for love making. He simply wanted to fuck and to fill me with his cum. Grabbing my hips, he increased the speed of his strokes. The size and firmness of his rod increased as he shot his first load deeply into me. He held his cock completely in me without any movement or stroking and I could feel a second then a third discharge. The warm fluid being injected in me felt so very good! I held my ass up high and pointed to him to get the most of him into me.

Laying across my back for a few minutes, catching his breath, he got up, and had me turn around. He pulled my head to his cock and said, "clean me, bitch." Without hesitation, I took him in my mouth and sucked and licked him clean. It sounds nasty, but actually tasted very good and I loved the way he stroked my head and hair while I was sucking on him.

He pushed me away and said that we were leaving. We walked out to his car with cum still running down my inner thighs as I was not allowed to clean up or dress.

He told me on the drive home that he would contact me before the end of the week. Until then, I was to continue with my work-outs at the gym. He never even mentioned my husband. I was let out in front of my house, walked almost naked in the unlocked door and went into the spare bedroom, afraid John would see me and know what I had done. I took a shower, put on a fresh night gown and went to bed alone.

John slept late, or at least never got out of bed the next morning. I got busy cleaning the house and preparing a lunch. I knew John was feeling bad about being insulted last night, so I wanted to do what I could to make my husband, the man I did truly love, feel better.

I called John at 11:30 and told him lunch would be ready on the patio at noon. When he walked out I had sandwiches, potato salad and cokes on the table. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek and sat down. John started to apologize and I stopped him. I reminded him that we had discussed our nearly impossible situation and that we both had agreed with Kevin's offer.

I did not mention that it had proven much more embarrassing and actually a lot more sexually exciting and rewarding to me than any of us had imagined. When I told John I loved him very much and that I still wanted him as my partner for life he got up and gave me a warm, delicate kiss, saying, "I love you Pam."

I reminded John of my appointment at the gym that night and after a light dinner out I dropped him off at our house and drove myself to the gym. Going into the gym for my regular workout there was a note on my locker to report "immediately" to Dr. Sylvia Graham. I waited until later to get my workout clothing on and went straight to her office. The door was open and when she saw me she waved for me to come in and sit down on her examination table.

She said my trainer had very good reports of my exercise program and my positive attitude toward becoming the woman Mr. Richards wanted. She gave me a quick exam for ***** pressure, heart and lung sounds, weight and general condition. She was pleased with everything and stated that the program was on track and I needed to continue to build muscles, trim my waist and legs, losing just a few more pounds of fat.

Dr. Graham examined my new piercing and said they had done an excellent job and it had already completely healed. She reminded me the tunnel was not to be removed.

The doctor had removed my top the check for heart and breath sounds. She asked me to sit up straight and hold my hands as high above my head as I could reach. She pulled out a tape measure and measured both of my breasts from side to side and from bottom to top as well as cup size. Holding both, she said she was checking density. She stated she would have my trainer continue to build my chest muscles that support and position my breasts.

Dr. Graham told me that Mr. Richards wanted my breasts enlarged as he was disappointed with my "tiny" 34B's. I told her I did not want any surgery and she said that was not what they had in mind. A friend of hers was a scientist that had been working on a non surgical method for a woman to increase her breasts. He had designed some chemicals that worked only on the milk ducts.

She said the breast does not have any muscles (except for tiny ones in the nipples), so no amount of exercise will change their appearance. Milk ducts carry the milk to the nipple from the milk glands. The system of milk glands and ducts resembles several bunches of grapes: the glands are the grapes, the ducts are the stems. Like grapes come in bunches, the milk glands and ducts also are organized into several clusters that are called lobes. The breast actually has 15-20 of these lobes or grape bunches in it.

From outside, the lobes feel like little nodes or lumps especially before menstruation. The space in between the lobes is filled with connective and fatty tissue. Fat also surrounds the whole system of milk ducts and glands. Usually the breasts of young women are mainly glandular tissue and that is why their breasts are firmer. The softer the breasts are, the more fat they contain.

The scientist had found that it was nearly impossible to chemically increase the amount of fat, and that it was possible to increase the number, size and productivity of the milk ducts and glands. This could be done by inducing hormones which caused the breasts to think the body was pregnant. The problem had been to develop the accurate hormone and find the correct amount of dosage that effected nothing except the milk ducts and glands.

The doctor had been discussing it with the scientist and with Mr. Richards. They had all agreed that she would start a regiment of ingesting this hormone and that Dr. Graham would monitor her body for any changes. I was informed that the three times a week I come in for a workout, there would be two capsules given to me by my trainer to take in his presence. It was apparent that they wanted to make certain I took those pills.

I asked if they would have any other effect on me and Dr. Graham said that it would only affect my breasts and she would be monitoring me weekly to see any changes in size. Handing me two capsules and a cup of water, she had me take my first dose. I was then sent to catch up with my trainer and he was sitting on a stool waiting for me. He said we had a lot to do and had to get busy.

We started as usual with stretching and warm up exercises. They were followed by almost two hours of strenuous exercises. I showered and got back into my street clothes to drive home.

Tuesday John and I spent the day together along the beach. Lunch in a small café and barefoot walks in the sand helped us become closer to each other in many ways. Holding hands as we went back to the car and a slow drive home. At my husbands request, we slept in different rooms and never had discussed what had happened between Kevin and me at the bar after her left or the way John was insulted publically by Kevin.

Working around the house on Wednesday I was preparing myself for another night at the gym. Again, I drove myself and went straight to my locker. Changing into my workout clothing, I met my trainer in the exercise room. Before he even said hello, he handed me two capsules and a cup of water. I knew these had to be for my breast enhancement. He told me my first appointment with the doctor would be Friday evening. Our warm up and exercise went as normal.

I had expected a call or email from Kevin all week, especially after his inspecting my body modifications and what he had done to my husband. It wasn't until noon on Friday when John received an email from Kevin. He did not send me a copy. John was allowed to tell me about some of it, but not to show me the entire message.

John was to take me back to the Red Rose Parlor at exactly noon on Sunday. Kevin said it was for a "CHECK-UP." I was not to be told anything else, but I must follow the instructions of the staff when we arrived. John said he was told that he had to take me in and then to go sit in the waiting room until they had finished with his directions.

Friday evening I went to the gym early as I had to see Dr. Graham. She was alone and had me sit on the exam table and remove my blouse and bra. Asking many general questions, she massaged both breasts, stating they appeared to already become firmer. The doctor said she did not expect this for a couple weeks.

Using the measuring tape she discovered a slight expansion, not much, but a definite expansion. I was to continue with the same dosage and see her again the following Friday. She gave me two more capsules and water which I quickly swallowed. I was then excused and sent to my trained for my standard workout.

Saturday was a day of rest and time with my loving husband. Even after these years and everything that had happened, we did truly love each other. Being with Kevin we had discovered weaknesses in each other but our basic love remained the same. Yes, I was disappointed in my husbands manhood. No, I had not told John about the fantastic sex I had learned about and shared with Kevin. Somehow my mind was separating my love for my husband and sex with my lover and Master. I don't know how much longer this could go on.

Sunday morning we got up early, John wearing Dockers and a sports shirt as it was a beautiful, warm day. I put on a flowing summer skirt that went below my knees and a flower covered blouse. John had told me Kevin had instructed me to wear no bra or panties, so I did as I was told.

As we were approaching the Salon, John said it was early and he would like something to eat. I agreed just as we pulled into an IHOP. My husband had a full breakfast while I ordered some Swedish Pancakes and 2% milk.

I went to the ladies room and returned to find our breakfast was already on the table. We finished our meal and I washed down mine with a glass of milk. What I did not know at that time was that while I was away from the table, John had dissolved a tablet in my milk. Kevin had sent it to him with instructions that I was to take it about thirty minutes prior to noon, when we arrived at the Salon.

Apparently it was stronger than expected. John and I drove out of the IHOP and had not yet arrived when I fell soundly asleep in the car.

The next thing I remember was waking up in a brightly lit room. One of the new attendants was having me sit up and try to ***** some water through a straw. I felt no pain, but my mind was clouded and I could not focus.

John was holding my right hand, and I could see tears running down his cheeks. He was mumbling, "I love you so much...I am so sorry...please forgive me...I love you.

Remembering the bright Red Rose light the last time I was in the salon, I began to become afraid. Squeezing Johns hand I asked what had happened? What time is it? I didn't even remember arriving at the Red Rose.

He explained about the surprise tablet Kevin had told him to give me before we arrived. He was told it was to help me relax and that was all it would do. John said, "When we arrived two men came to the car with a gurney and after strapping you down securely, took you into the building. I was not allowed to follow and was directed into a waiting room with coffee and a TV set on CNN news. That was about noon. It is now a little after 2."

My husband continued to explain, "I tried to see where you were and what was happening but discovered that I was locked in the room by myself. There was no phone or windows so I just had to wait. It was a little before two when a woman opened my door and told me I could see you now. I followed her as she brought me in here while you were still asleep. A man, apparently the one that did the procedure showed me what Mr. Richards had instructed."

John told me that they only had one procedure to do. It seems that they had added another piercing with a flesh tunnel similar and below the one they had done earlier. That placed two on my left labia minora evenly spaced. Then they went to my right side and did the same. I now had two piercings with flesh tunnels or spacers on both sides, all just two inches apart.

They had removed my hanging insignia and even the one inch ring in the first tunnel. Next they had inserted one ring in each tunnel, but they were bigger, approximately one and one half inches in diameter and welded permanently closed in place. Inside the stainless steel tunnels, the rings were strong enough to hold heavy objects.

John was near tears when he said they completed by bringing all four rings together and placing all as one in a strong solid steel, keyed Master padlock. This prevented any access to my pussy.

Each labia was folded over the other and now firmly locked closed. John was informed that the only two keys were in the possession of Mr. Richards. He had left a message with the salon that he would be contacting "Pam and John" later in the week. Right now, we were told to go home and rest. For some reason Kevin had said, "Tell Pam she in no longer allowed to color or cut her hair, not even a trim." I would have to cancel my regular hair color and cut.

At least the massive amount of local anesthetic had made my entire crotch now totally without any sensation, so I felt no pain. I felt strange being totally numb all across my pussy, stroking myself, I could not feel anything.

Monday went normally except neither John nor I mentioned the latest addition to my body. It did feel uncomfortable, but less so than being poked with the "K" insignia at nearly every step. I just felt as if someone was pulling down on my inner lips when I stood or walked. The padlock was heavy, hauling down relentlessly stretching my labia.

In a subtle manner it was erotic and sexually exhilarating. I wondered if that was the reason for this contrivance to be installed, to keep me stimulated. It was something I would have to get used to if Kevin wanted this chastity device to remain holding me closed.

Several time I caught myself touching and maneuvering the rings and lock. I kept thinking about Kevin and his large rigid cock and broad shoulders. There was no doubt that this masculine man had lit a huge fire in me. I often dreamed of him and thought about how he had taken and used me in a manner I would have hated a few months ago. His power and strength were so fascinating, they were so desirable. When he controlled me, I melted and wanted nothing more than to please this ex Marine.

That evening I got dressed to go to the gym. John suggested I not go until Kevin removed the padlock. I reminded him that this "game" was not being played by our rules. Kevin would decide what would happen and when. There was no reason for me to tell my husband how much I was now craving Kevin, his authority over me and especially the way he fucked me.

I arrived early and changed in the locker room into my workout bra and my shorts. I had to wear two pair of panties to support the heavy padlock. I also noticed the bra was a little tight. Since I had washed it over the weekend, perhaps it had shrunk a little.

My trainer began by telling me that if my "padlock" became uncomfortable or got in the way to let him know and he would change the routine. So even he knew about what I was now wearing between my legs. The stretching routine went fine as did most of the workout. Jumping jacks did cause me to rearrange the lock a few times.

The week passed and there was no contact from Kevin. My workouts continued as did my check ups with Dr. Graham. One thing was added, a run every day. I was to begin with one mile and expand the distance every day. This went on for several weeks and still no contact from Kevin. I was actually missing him and developing an intense craving for him in a very sexual way.

I had tried to masturbate several times but the rings rubbed against my clit and kept me from reaching orgasm. I became so excited that one night I asked John to eat me and play with me. Poor John, although he tried, his tongue would not part my lips and he couldn't touch my clit. His feeble efforts just made things worse for me.

We were finished with the fourth week after my new padlock was installed when Dr. Graham was doing her routine check up and again she measured my breasts. This time she smiled and congratulated me. I asked for what reason. She said that I had grown a full cup size to a C and was definitely firmer. The hormones were working. She told me to continue with the tablets and we would see further development soon. She said she could actually feel the glands developing. I would need to stop off on the way home and buy some new bras.

When I finished my workout and had a shower, I went to my locker and found a note from Kevin. I was overjoyed and hoped he want to see me soon. Wonderful, he said he was going to pick me up at my house Saturday at noon and I would be returned on Monday morning. He told me to wear 4 inch black heels, fine black fishnets on a matching garter belt. I was not to wear any bra and a thin silk blouse with a knee length A-line skirt. I was not to wear any panties.

Just the thought of dressing like this for this manly and handsome man got me excited. I already pictured him unlocking my pussy and him fucking me and filling me with his cum. I had not told him, but I did go to a doctor and obtained some birth control pills. I certainly wanted his sex, but not his baby.

I informed my husband that I would be leaving at noon on Saturday without him and would see him about noon on Monday. I told him not to worry and that I would be alright. He wanted to confront Kevin but I told him that I did not want him to leave the house when Kevin arrived to get me. He promised.

I had spent all of Saturday morning getting ready, dressing just right and combing my hair now down to the middle of my back. I had normally worn it just to my shoulders. I was not happy with the now "mousy" looking brown color that had not been touched up in over a month. I washed up my lock and rings and was even able to insert a small douche and clean out my internal body and uterus.

The car drove up at exactly noon and I quickly walked out before John changed his mind. I was shocked to have a very attractive woman open the door for me and then get into the drivers seat. I did not ask any questions and she did not talk at all. She drove me straight to Kevins house and with the press of a button opened the garage door. She drove in and closed the door before she came around to get me.

As we entered the house, Kevin met us and gave the driver a passionate kiss and cupped her breasts with his huge, strong hands. He then turned to me and kissed me just as passionately.

He then looked at me and said, I want to introduce you to my wife, Theresa.

He was married and he must have told her about me. Should I be jealous or angry? Should she be jealous or angry?

Kevin told me to follow him as he went into the main room and continued talking as if his wife was not following behind. He complimented me on the excellent results I have obtained at the gym and jogging. He knew I had lost four inches off my middle and firmed my abs and legs. Kevin said he was proud of me increasing my bust from a B to a C and told me he wanted to see me as a D. All this said and his wife had still remained silent.

He noticed my startled expression and told me that Theresa was not only his wife, but also his first sub and sex slave. He snapped his fingers and she dropped to her knees and pulled out his dick. She began stroking it and sucking on it as if it was her greatest wish. Kevin said, "Pam, you may never become such a sub or a slave or as deeply in this life style as Theresa, but you will be my cunt and a pet for me to play with, won't you?"

I thought about the wonderful way he made me feel and the total ********** he had obtained from his wife and nodded, yes.

He snapped his fingers again and his wife put away his dick and zipped his pants back up. She then walked away without saying anything and sat in a small chair in the corner.

Kevin called me to him and told me to hold up my hair as he placed a two inch wide leather dog collar around my neck; a necklace for his pet. He pulled it fairly tight, unlike jewelry, yet feeling appropriate for me when I am with Kevin. It gave me the strangest feeling as if I was really his pet, an ****** that he had trained. I hate to admit it, but it felt good. It put me into the frame of mind to be Kevin's slut. I liked it.

He had me stand still as he pulled some keys out of his pocket. Looking through them, I was hoping they would allow me to open my sex. He had me spread my feet apart and tried a couple of the keys until I heard a sharp click. The padlock was open for the first time in over a month.

He pushed me forward across the back of an overstuffed sofa and raised the back of my skirt. My ass and pussy was now fully exposed to Kevin. One hand slid between my legs and made certain my rings were apart. A finger pressed into me as I leaned further over and moaned as he dropped his pants and pushed his semi-erect penis against my budding, moist flower. Oh god, I wanted him.

I wanted him in me now and immersed in my cunt. Looking back over the sofa I could see his wife watching with a blank stare on her face.

Kevin asked me. "Do you want this cock??

I had to control myself to keep from begging, "Yes, I want you."

"Do you want me to fuck that cunt that belongs to your husband," he asked

Beginning to beg as my body was demanding him, "Yes, please, I need you, now!"

"Is that cunt mine now, bitch? Tell me..."

I was about to cry with tremendous sexual craving mixed with embarrassment. "Oh god, yes this cunt is yours. Use it, fuck it, take it."

He said he had missed my tight cunt and he couldn't wait to fill it for me. Kevin is not a placid sexual lover. He fucks, not makes love. He slammed into me from behind and his large cock did fill me with every stroke.

I held both of my tits and pulled severely on my nipples. Feeling the newly firm and enlarging breasts I pinched myself, loving the pain.

Almost immediately I had a powerful orgasm, one that had been building for four weeks. Before he shot his sperm into my cunt I had two more climaxes that shook me to the bone. Oh god, could he fuck? He was fantastic!

When I was with him I didn't want him to make love to me. I wanted him to use me. My body responds to him in such a shameless way. I become a true slut for him. I tightened down on his cock with all of the strength I had in my pussy. I tried to squeeze him and to milk him as he pumped into me. Time stood still when he exploded into me. The warm fluid did fill me to overflowing and we collapsed onto each other, catching our breath.

Kevin got up off of me and told me to lie down on the sofa and get some rest. Tonight, he was taking me to my very first D/s Auction. He said he would tell me about it later.

As I laid down and covered myself with a light blanket, he took his wife and went off into another room. After that magnificent sex, I immediately collapsed into a deep *****, not even thinking about what was going to happen tonight.

It was dark when Kevin shook me, telling me it was time to get ready. He told me to shower and put back on exactly what I was wearing. I also took some time putting on some makeup, lipstick and combing my hair, several inches longer than when Kevin had seen me the last time. He yelled for me to meet him in his room. Taking me by the arm, he took me into his large bathroom where his wife was waiting.

"I am glad to see you have grown your hair out for me. I still want it longer and I want you to change the color. My wife has everything she needs to give you the proper "slut" look I want for you this evening. Without a word, she began a bleaching and then coloring of my hair. I ended up like Marilyn Monroe, a golden blonde. I have to give Theresa credit for doing an excellent job and very quickly. She even lightened and shaped my eye brows.

Kevin said he was pleased and had me model for him. Taking my hands, he fastened black leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles then led me to the garage. He wife followed. Kevin and his still silent wife sat in the front seat of his sedan and put me in the back by myself. We drove out and onto the freeway to my first D/s Auction.