les histoires de chrislebo

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.

We drove for over one hour during which Kevin told me about the organization which is putting on the party and auction happening tonight. Several couples had a group in a major city where everyone was into various forms of BDSM. One couple had a ***** which became very ill and was cared for at a *****ren's hospital that treated many poor families. The group began having events to raise money to help the kids in need. The information about their charity programs spread to other BDSM groups and they now have semi-annual joint events to raise funds for this charitable cause.

The event allowed members of over 50 private groups all by personal invitation. Kevin and his wife were always invited since they were active and long-time members of a local BDSM group. They were allowed to bring a "sub" a "sex-slave" or a "pet" going through training. In this case, that was to be me. Those attending were charged $100.00 per couple and during the auction everything collected went into a fund totally going to the *****ren's hospital. I asked more about the auction and how it was run but Kevin said that would be explained when it began. He did state that both Theresa (his wife) and I would be a part of the auction.

Arriving, as a "sub" or "slave" I was taken directly to a "processing room" with Theresa. She put on her dress for the evening with her makeup and I was straightened up in my own dress. I was wearing the same thing I was directed to wear to Kevin's house. I was told to be dressed in my garter belt and fishnet hose and my leather collar and wrist and ankle and nothing else. I was not to wear a bra or even a top of any kind fully exposing my breasts, pussy and ass. As I was finishing, Kevin came in and had me sit on a stool and spread my legs. He took his padlock and fastened all four of my pussy rings together, closing me off. It began very embarrassing until I discovered many other subs, slaves and pets wearing even less and many in strict fetish bondage gear. The metal breast plates, piercings and chains hanging from various parts of their bodies, I felt very fortunate.

Theresa brought a small case with what she was to wear. I was shocked to see that her only top was a heavy and shiny silver chain with two clamps which snap into her pierced nipples. It hung down and looped to her naval. She did have bikini panties and fishnet hose matching her 4 inch heels.

Once we were dressed as Kevin wanted, we put on a name tag of our "owner" and our "pet" or "slave" names. Our task was then to walk among the crowd of almost 100 people just like all of the other subs and slaves. Everyone was allowed to touch us, check our owners name, caress our breasts and anywhere else they wanted. Many were interested in and examined my pad lock. It was all to build up the excitement and interest in the auction.

The first two hours was a cocktail period for everyone to socialize, check out the subs and to get a little high on the champagne or harder ******. In two dark corners there was a constant strong aroma of marijuana. Theresa and I had been given much more than our share of *******. I was at the point of being smashed.

While walking through the crowded area around the stage, Theresa was stopped by a man that I discovered was on the school board. He mentioned an award Kevin was to receive for his successful ten years as principle of the High School.

Listening in I overheard that Kevin had a very formidable political base to support him. He had built the backing of several groups by constructing several wind generators with grants from individuals. The environmentalists love the decrease in the use of fuel operated generators. The fiscal faction on the school board loved the energy savings costs of over $60,000.00 per year, and Kevin made certain they received the public credit.

Kevin built support from the teachers union by cutting operational costs and thus saving at least three teaching positions. He was also known for his backing of the teaching staff in various conflicts. Yes, Kevin was in a strong position with the backing of all of the political groups in the school district. If John or Pam had filed a complaint against him, it would soon be lost and forgotten.

With a loud voice, a man stood up on the stage and told all pets, subs and slaves to return to our owners. It took awhile to find Kevin and he complimented both of us for meeting and impressing many guests and Doms. Several had found him and wanted to know what was being auctioned for Theresa and myself and the estimated price. Strangely, I was really proud of the positive comments I had received considering the number of beautiful women that would be auctioned that evening.

A man came up to Kevin and they greeted each other like long lost friends. Kevin told him he was still married to Theresa and she had become his slave. He also told him that I was now his sub in training. The way he was talking to his friend about us was as if we were owned possessions and certainly not like women. As I should have expected, we were Kevin's pets. I later discovered that his friend was a longtime member and a leader in the BDSM community named Robert Taylor and he had brought two of his slaves. They were standing behind Master Taylor and almost looked like twins, long blond hair and beautiful bodies. They were in their mid thirties and based upon their proper stance and heads dropped appeared to be well trained.

The announcer greeted everyone and we formed around the large round stage. After welcoming the groups he reminded the Masters about the charity and asked them to be generous with their subs and slaves and with their own bids. He informed the group the first item to auction has been donated by Master Robert Taylor.

Some men were positioning two large, heavy wooden stands on both ends of the stage. They appeared to be stocks similar to those used in the Inquisition in early America. The two slaves stepped onto the stage as the men raised the upper bar which was hinged on the right end. Without hesitation they both stood behind one and bent forward placing their heads and hands across the bar. The men closed the top bar tightly holding their heads and arms firmly with them bending a full 90 degrees, ass held out and up behind them. The men took the slaves legs and attached a short chain to a ring in the floor, causing them to hold their feet over three feet apart.

The men brought in long leather legging and wrapped them around the slaves legs. They held their legs straight, accentuating their ass up and out and holding them in a steady position. A dark, cloth mask was placed over both of their faces, preventing them from seeing anything. I was amazed at the total obedience of them both. Yes, they were well trained. I wondered if Kevin wanted me to someday become a well trained slave like these two. A small stand was placed next to each slave with several types of lube, Kleenex and a stack of both damp washcloths and dry towels were conveniently placed.

The announcer stated that Masters and Mistresses will probably would get horny during the evening and these two slaves would remain on the sides of the stage and act as "cum receptacles." If any Master or Mistress felt the need to relieve themselves, for a small donation of only $25.00 they could shoot one load into the slaves cunts or asses. All money would of course go to the charity fund. Master Taylor received a round of applause from the audience.

After the two slaves were locked in place, the spectators attention was brought back to the center of the stage and the announcer. He said the first item up for bid was a well trained slave owned by a long time member from the south end of our state. The Master sent her up on the stage as the announcer said this slave was being offered for four hours beginning at the close of bidding. She was an older slave, perhaps forty, with long legs and a face that showed a difficult life. She was in a summer dress and did not appear to be a slave. They said she was to do anything requested by the bidder with the only exception would be no injury or permanent marks would be allowed.

The first bid was $100.00 and was immediately followed by $125 and $150. Kevin said this was a very low bid and would be seen as an insult by both the slave and her Master. Kevin bid $500 not because he wanted her, but to raise the bidding.

A Mistress on the front row bid $550.00 and it continued until they reached $775. The bidding closed with a short, fat Master going on the stage to collect his winnings. He turned her around and unzipped her dress and had her step out of it. She was now only in panties and a standard bra. She was barefoot and her hands placed behind her back and fastened with silver handcuffs. Kevin said he felt sorry for her because the winning bidder was known for treating his winnings very roughly. He placed a collar around her neck and attaching a leash, led her off the stage and down the hall to one of many private rooms.

The next slave to be auctioned was a very young woman named "Pussy" about 20 years old and was in her first year of training by a Mistress. She was wearing an elastic tube top, very short skirt, a thong that flashed as she moved. She had on stay up hose and high heels. On her wrists and ankles were leather cuffs with a matching collar. This sub would be offered for two hours of unlimited sex play. She was being trained to serve both men and women and Kevin said this one would draw high bids. He was right. The first bid was $500 and it ended up at $1,100.00 by an older Mistress.

Attaching a leash, she led her off down the hall to another private room. Following behind was a male slave. I wondered what was going to happen in that room.

It was then the first Master went to one of the slaves in the stocks. He looked at the on the left side and then went to the one on the right side. He placed his donation in a jug on the side table and unzipped his pants. He was already erect and coated his prick with one of the lubes. He appeared to have only one goal, to shoot his load into the bound slaves sex cavern. He jammed it in and she yelled out in pain, which he ignored. It only took about two minutes of him pumping and her screaming before he exploded into her body. He pulled out, washed himself off and even wiped off her cunt. Drying them both, he walked off the stage as she continued to cry.

Kevin pulled me to him and quickly removed the pad lock between my legs. He pulled on my labia, opening me. It felt good. He then went up on the stage and whispered something to the announcer. Coming back, he took me by the arm and had me stand in front of a chair which a man had brought out to center stage. I was told to remain still and was actually too frightened to move. Was Kevin going to auction me off to someone for them to use and ***** me? Kevin told me that he wanted me to get a "small touch" of being a sex object. Looking me directly into my eyes he said, "If you don't want to be auctioned off to be used in one of the private rooms, do exactly what you are told."

The announcer said that Master Kevin was offering a very new, untrained sub for a show. He told me to stand in the middle of the stage and to "strip." I knew I had to do what I was ordered to do. I removed the few items I had on and for the first time stood totally naked in front of a crowd of strangers. My knees were shaking and I didn't know where to put my hands.

The announcer said that if anyone would donate $200.00, Master Kevin would have me do something I had never done before. He would have me sit in the chair and masturbate to orgasm for the audiences pleasure. A long pause and then a woman in the group said she would donate $300 if she would be allowed to "help" me get off right there in public. A round of applause was followed by Kevin's approval.

The woman was about 40 years old, thin and attractive in her bright red vinyl body suit and very high heels. She came onto the stage and caressed all of my body. Her vinyl gloves felt strange as it went over my breasts and up my inner thighs. The audience seemed to enjoy it as they cheered her on.

As she sat me on the chair, my hands were placed on the solid arms and my legs were separated. I noticed a man moving off to my left. At first I thought she was coming toward me, but he went to the second woman in the stocks. I guess seeing me treated this way had excited him to the point he needed to have a climax. As the other man did, he used some lube and then placed his hard cock against her ass. She yelled out for him to fuck her cunt. He continued into her ass.

It was then I felt a hard, cold thing placed against my pussy. It had been lubed and as it started to be pushed into me the vibration began. Oh god, that felt good. She really knew how to place it at the most sensitive places that light my erotic fires.

As the Mistress continued to spread my knees apart and fuck me with the warming and vibrating dildo, the screaming of the woman being taken up her ass drowned out the applause. The faces of the men and women watching me being used along with the wonderful feeling of the dildo, and now the sounds of the Master anally using the woman in the stocks quickly brought me to an orgasm. I should have been ashamed and embarrassed, but I was becoming a slut, Kevin's depraved slut.

Grasping both of my breasts, I pulled and pinched my nipples. I looked him directly in the eyes and we shared a smile. I shook inside and out as I exploded with my first public orgasm.

As I collapsed in a heap recovering from the powerful climax, I felt a man take me by my arms and lay me flat on the floor, kicking the chair off to the side. It was a wooden stage and the floor was flat and hard. It was very uncomfortable. I looked up and saw the Mistress who had given me my first lesbian masturbation walking away.

The man moving me was Robert Taylor, the friend of Kevin. He had removed his pants and had a huge cock almost fully erect and close to twice the size of my husbands dick. He spread my legs and crawled in between them and holding his cock, pointing it at my much smaller pussy. It was obvious he had made a contribution to the charity in return for using me. I never even heard them bidding on me. We were on the stage, visible to the entire audience.

I had a flash of fear thinking that his member would never fit in me. Master Taylor said, "A little bigger than what you're used to. But don't worry we'll get it in somehow." He laughed delightedly as I almost ****** with shock just viewing the immense pulsating cock, still in a state of confusion from my previous orgasm. Kevin looked over at us and grinned at Master Taylor's obvious plan to fuck me. From this moment on, time was no longer linear. Looking up, all I could see or feel was his body above me, coming closer and closer.

My consciousness was a kaleidoscopic of images and erotic sensations. My body seemed to melt and flow out into space, as if I was looking down on myself. I never tried to fight him off, knowing this was Kevin's wish. All fear had vanished into that feeling of empty space. I had surrendered to the universe.

As Master Taylor pressed the head of his manhood into the opening folds of my vaginal cavity he said, "You are so beautiful, your cunt is so tight, grab me with it." He entered me deeper and deeper with slow, firm and unhurried strokes. He said, "Oh yes, milk my cock." I tightened down on him with all the strength in my cunt every time he went deeper into me. Each time I did, it produced a smile and groan from the stranger taking me for his pleasure.

Throughout my mental and emotional fog I heard Kevin say to Mr. Taylor, "I knew you would love that; she can squeeze your cock with her cunt as if she was using her hands." The strangers only response was a moan as I tightened down on him just as he pressed his pubic bone against mine, fully entering my body.

Kevin whispered into my ear, "Squeeze him, Pam; show him what you can do." The stranger gave a loud growl as I complied. Kevin was kneeling down beside me as Mr. Taylor was on me and increasing the speed and ***** of his strokes. Kevin reached in between us and found my erect nipples and began teasing and pinching them. "Are you really hot now Pam?" he asked. "The audience is impressed at your performance. It must be his huge cock, filling you to overflowing."

I couldn't get the strength to answer, even when he asked, "How does his hard cock feel immersed inside you?" I nodded and only came out with an intense groan, my hips jerking to meet his thrusts, *****fully clenching him with every stroke.

Master Taylor grasped my shoulders and pushed me saying, "Pam, lay flat and open those legs for me." The powerful man moved even closer, pressing fully against me with every stroke. He seemed larger than life as he had opened me further than I considered possible. As he rose up on his elbows, his eyes feasted lewdly on every swelling curve of my female form. His strong hands moved over my torso to clasp all of my exposed flesh and onto my sloping and humping hips. My body was completely stretched awkwardly out on the cold hard floor. He sank heavily into my cunt. Then I felt it. His cock reached further into me than any had before. I felt was the opening of my uterus actually fluttering! I have never felt that before.

He massive cock rubbed against my G-spot and my swollen clit with every stroke. I was about to have yet another orgasm when I felt him growing harder and about to erupt. My palpitating cunt tightened on him and began to suck out his climax. I tightened down, clasping my lips as he pushed all the way into me and held my ass with both of his hands. My pussy was firmly against him as I felt the explosion of this sperm shooting into my womb. I faintly remember yelling out as if I was a wounded ******.

I don't know how long we laid there, but I remember Kevin picking me up and carrying me to a seat in his private booth. The first thing I remember him saying was that I was a "fantastic bitch" and would be his best sub. He told Teresa to take me to the ladies room and get me cleaned up. Without speaking to me, she helped me walk to the ladies room and gave me several towels to wash myself. A quick cleaning and she escorted me back to Kevin.

Offering me a tall glass of water, Kevin explained that he had not planned anything with Mr. Taylor. When I was being masturbated by the woman, he offered to contribute $500 to the charity if Kevin would allow him to fuck me. It was a good opportunity to test me and to gain more money for the charity. Kevin said how impressed he was and that he had decided to take me home.

All three of us went to the car and they drove me home. I was instructed to tell John everything, including how much I enjoyed being used by a man and a woman. As they let me off at the house, they said they would be away for a month and I was to continue with the gym, running and the doctors program for breast enhancement. Kevin said he would contact me when they returned.

I walked into the house to find John sitting on the sofa waiting for me. He looked closely at my scanty, disheveled bra and panties. He said, "I hope you had a good time." I smiled and said, "I had a wonderful time." Sitting next to my husband I told him everything that happened, including the fact that I had a wonderful orgasm several times. John asked if I "liked what happened" to me. Without hesitation, I told John I LOVED it. He did not respond. I then walked to our bedroom and showered and went to bed alone in an old granny gown.

John poured himself another ***** and went into the garage where he pulled out a box he had stored among his tools. Taking it back to the house he sat on the sofa and carefully unwrapped it. Inside was a shiny, new Colt 45 single action revolver. It had a stag handle and was wrapped carefully. Always unloaded, John took out his cleaning kit and cleaned, polished and oiled this classic hand gun. He opened an old box of shells and loaded it, getting the feel of the ****** he had not fired since before he and Pam had been married. Satisfied all was in order he wrapped it and placed it back in its hiding place.

Monday almost noon was the first time I saw John. I knew my husband needed time to digest what I had told him had happened at the Auction and my reaction to it. Surprisingly, John was in a cheerful mood. He said he had thought about the entire arrangement we both had made with Kevin and said that he should have understood what I was having to experience for the good of both of us. He did not mention how my attitude and feelings about becoming Kevin's sub had become both positive and unquestionable. I think we both knew that I was beginning to love assuming the role of his sub and truly enjoying being a submissive.

John and I had a friendly and happy afternoon in the back yard. I prepared a picnic and we both laughed and talked like a couple that had just gotten married and were deeply in love. John avoided my personal feelings and did not ask how I felt about becoming almost a sex slave to Kevin. I of course did not bring up that subject either. What we did talk about was what we would do the rest of the summer and how much we both wanted to get back into our classrooms with our students.

I noticed it was getting late and I needed to get in my required run before I went to the gym. Changing into my shorts and sports bra, I took off for a jog that lasted over an hour. My body was getting stronger and I was able to run greater distances and faster. In addition, I was looking and feeling better. Since Kevin had replaced my pad lock, I was unable to have sex with John of even to caress my clit for self gratification. This proved to be an effective chastity belt. It did not take too long to get used to the cumbersome lock pulling down on my labia, especially if I wore two pair of heavy panties to carry the weight. I did become very horny and easily became aroused as the lock moved across my pussy and bounced against my always enlarged clit.

At five I was already home and had showered. I put on a pair of slacks and a loose sweater along with my double set of panties and my tight bra. When I got to my locker at the gym I found a note that told me to report to the doctor. This was not unusual as she kept a close eye on my medications and my physical condition. I went to her office before I changed into my workout clothing.

Doctor Graham had me sit on the exam table and gave me her usual exam. She had me remove my sweater and bra and began taking exact measurements. She told me that Kevin was disappointed in the slow progression of my breast enlargement. He had even mentioned breast implants. Dr. Graham told him she would like to give the hormone treatment a better chance to work, keeping everything natural. She told Kevin that she had a few ideas that would augment the hormones. He agreed to give it another month while he was away. He would decide what they would do later after he saw the results. I had begun as a 32B and had now become a full 34D. Dr. Graham said they were still well balanced and my frame could easily stand larger breasts. They felt heavy to me as they now were, but she said I would soon get used to the increased weight. She said she wanted to give the milk ducts an opportunity to fill and actually produce fluids, which I discovered was also one of Kevins goals.

The doctor told me to toss away the medications I had been taking and begin with two new ones. One was a hormone about twice as strong as the previous one I was taking. The other was a sexual stimulant that has been used in Europe for many years but not yet officially approved in the U.S. I asked about any side effects and was informed that the only thing I would notice was larger breasts (my goal) and perhaps a small leakage of breast milk. There was also the possibility of becoming increasingly horny. That would be a problem as I had the chastity lock on me all of the time.

I was asked to schedule an extra half hour with the doctor on Monday, Wednesday and Friday and make it before my scheduled work out. She wanted to give the new medications a chance to work and then begin a new procedure to increase the chance for them to work. That would be explained and demonstrated at the first appointment, the next Monday, seven days off.

I was given two bottles, one of capsules and one of a liquid. The doctor now ordered them to be taken in the morning as soon as I awoke and again with my dinner. One capsule twice a day and one teaspoon twice a day was my schedule. She did outline a strict diet of protein, vegetables and fruits for my strength and my shape as well as the breast enhancement. I was then sent to my normal workout with my trainer Mr. King.

It was a long and difficult workout. I worked hard on firming my abs and decreasing waist size. The running helped shape my legs and my trainer added jumping jacks and squats to shape my legs. Mr. King said I had slipped a little and may have eaten or drank too much over the weekend. He was determined to burn those calories off of me before I went home that evening. I was exhausted when I finally went home.

I skipped dinner, gave John a loving hug and kissed him goodnight. This was my basic schedule for the next week. John was kind and never mentioned Kevin except he wanted to know when he was to return to town. John said he wanted to see him and talk about a couple things. He would never be specific about the topics; I can only assume it was about me.

A week had passed and I had my next appointment with the doctor. Following the usual exam she was smiling and said I had increased my bust almost an inch. The hormones were working. I had suspected that as I could no longer fit into my 34 D bra. I must be at least a DD. She had me remove my bra and took more exact measurements, recording them in her log. Human placental lactogen (HPL), the body releases various amounts of HPL. This hormone appears to be instrumental in breast, nipple, and areola growth before birth. This is now what I was taking.

When the breast is stimulated, prolactin levels in the ***** rise, peak in about 45 minutes, and return to the pre-breastfeeding state about three hours later. The release of prolactin triggers the cells in the alveoli to make milk. Prolactin also transfers to the breast milk. Some research indicates that prolactin in milk is greater at times of higher milk production, and lower when breasts are fuller. The doctor said she was going to assist the hormones by stimulating my breasts. She called it "induced *********."

The doctor explained that ********* can be induced by physical stimulation and by *****. It is possible to induce ********* by sucking on the nipples alone. The nipples may need to be consistently stimulated by a breast pump or actual suckling, and the breasts massaged and squeezed ("milked") to encourage the flow of milk. Temporary use of galactagogue (milk-inducing) ***** is also effective; galactagogue herbs may also be of use. Once established, ********* responds to demand. Also, some couples may use ********* for sexual purposes.

Erotic ********* refers to an individual's sexual arousal from breastfeeding. Depending on the context, the terms adult suckling, adult nursing, and adult breastfeeding can refer to the practice. The doctor said she was going to use a milking machine to develop increased milk in the glands and a flow of my own milk. Milking machines are used to harvest milk when manual milking becomes inefficient or labor intensive.

The milking unit is the portion of a milking machine for removing milk from an udder. It is made up of a claw, two teat cups, (Shells and rubber liners) long milk tube, long pulsation tube, and a pulsator. The claw is an assembly that connects the short pulse tubes and short milk tubes from the teat cups to the long pulse tube and long milk tube. Claws are commonly made of stainless steel or plastic or both. Teat cups are composed of a rigid outer shell (stainless steel or plastic) that holds a soft inner liner or inflation. Transparent sections in the shell may allow viewing of liner collapse and milk flow. The annular space between the shell and liner is called the pulse chamber.

Milking machines work in a way that is different from hand milking. Continuous vacuum is applied inside the soft liner to massage milk from the teat by creating a pressure difference across the teat canal (or opening at the end of the teat). Vacuum also helps keep the machine attached to the woman. The vacuum applied to the teat causes congestion of teat tissues (accumulation of ***** and other fluids). Atmospheric air is admitted into the pulsation chamber about once per second (the pulsation rate) to allow the liner to collapse around the end of teat and relieve congestion in the teat tissue. The ratio of the time that the liner is open (milking phase) and closed (rest phase) is called the pulsation ratio.

The two streams of milk from the teat cups are usually combined in the claw and transported to the collection bucket (usually sized to the output of one woman) in a single milk hose.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. She wanted to milk me like a cow. Before I had a chance to object, she placed me on a flat table, on my stomach. The strange thing about the table was that it had a very comfortable head rest and two one-foot wide holes for my breasts to hang through.

She offered me a strap to go around my back, legs and neck, but I refused and said I would try it without being bound. As I laid flat getting comfortable with my enlarged tits swinging free, she went under the table and wiped my full tits with a cold liquid. It must have been an antiseptic or sterilizer.

She them told me that the only thing that was painful was attaching the "claws" to my nipples. I was informed that she did not expect any milk this time. She wanted me to experience the machine and get used to it as she was going to use it more and more often as my tits progressed their development.

It only took a moment until I felt the first clamp lock on to my right nipple. The tiny teeth bit into me, and was then covered with the soft rubber vacuum seal. A minute later I felt the same pain biting into my left nipple.

She stood up and told me I was now attached and asked if I was ready for the machine. The pain if the needle like teeth still was very bad, but I wanted to get this over with and told her to go ahead.

I heard a pump start up and gradually the suction began on both tits at the same time. It felt strange but actually began to feel very good. So good, the pain of the claws disappeared. I rested my head and began to enjoy this erotic feeling. The longer it was on the better it felt and more sexually aroused I became.

The doctor let it run for only five minutes and then turned it off and disconnected me. I wondered what would happen if she left my connected for much longer.

She told me to get dressed and our session was now complete. I left and was anxious for our next appointment.

When I returned home I showered and attempted to masturbate, but could not reach my clit because of the chastity belt and lock. Damn, I was horny. I went to bed without dinner, hoping to loose another pound or two for Kevin.

John stayed up, checking his calendar as to the date Kevin was to return. He knew that it would only be a day or two after he returned before he had his slave/slut, Pam, come to him. He carefully planned to turn off the garage light and follow them to where ever she was taken without them seeing him following.

He got out his "Colt" again, oiled it and made certain it was loaded before he hid it from Pam. John then went to ***** on the sofa to keep from disturbing his wife. Both of them tossed and turned thinking about what would be their future.

It was only two days later, a Wednesday, when Pam received a phone call from Kevin. He was returning early and wanted to see her on Saturday and Sunday. He told her that John was not to join them, however John could expect her home late Sunday evening. Kevin said he would have a car pick her up at 8am. As for her apparel, she could wear something comfortable as he would have a "change of clothing" waiting for her.

Pam told John that she would be away for the weekend and that he was to remain home. His plans had to be put on hold for a later day and time. John asked if there was anything he could do to help. She asked him to get a small overnight bag out of the garage so she could take her makeup and a change of underwear. John brought it right in to her, even though she did not intend to pack for a couple of days.

The next two days passed slowly with very little conversation between John and Pam. He filled the days with TV and yard work. Pam still attended her gym appointments with her trainer, Mr. King, noting the workouts were becoming more strenuous. The doctor continued to see Pam before every workout. She examined the now size 36D breasts, measured them and applied the milking machine a little longer at every meeting.

The increasing size did not surprise Pam, but the fact that now she was actually giving milk did. It began with a few drops and has now increased to almost one half cup. Pam actually looked forward to the milking, laying on what she had now called the milking table with her head and face in the soft frame and her enlarging breasts hanging down through the two holes strategically placed for them to hang through freely. The suction cups felt good, similar to a lover kissing and caressing her nipples. She was continuing to take the tablets given to her by the doctor to increase the amount and size of her milk ducts.

During her workout, she continued to wear two pairs of panties and a thin Kotex pad to support the heavy padlock which closed off her pussy from any sexual activities. Mr. King allowed this during all of her exercises. Prior to her stretching he examined her body for any changes. He could now see her rippled abs, thanks to the 100 sit ups he demanded at every workout and the shapely legs because of several exercises, lunges, running, squats and her swimming. Her waist was three inches thinner and now only three more to go to meet Kevins requirements. An added benefit was the fact Pan actually felt better and knew she looked better.

Saturday morning arrived and Pam showered, douched and put on only her sweat pants and sweat shirt with bikini panties with a kotex pad and no bra. Slipping on her sandals Pam carefully combed her now longer golden blonde hair into a pony tail. She was beginning to see dark roots and knew coloring would soon be required. After lightly applying her makeup, she was ready to go. Picking up her overnight bag, she answered the doorbell. John never got out of his bed in the guest bedroom.

As she opened the door she was surprised to see Kevins wife/slave in a drivers uniform with a cap. They did not speak as she took Pams bag and walked her to the car. Opening the back door, Pam entered and Kevins wife went around to the drivers seat. They pulled out into the street and drove to a freeway entrance. This was not the way to Kevins house.

Nearly 30 minutes passed without a word being spoken. Pulling off the freeway, they went down a main street and into the private, underground employees parking garage of the school where they all worked. As Pam was helped out of the car, Victoria told her that she was to put on a collar, wrist and ankle cuffs. Pam held out her hands as the cuffs were tightly fastened. The collar was put on next; the one she hated that did not allow her to turn her head and held her chin up high. Finally the ankle cuffs were put on and buckled snugly.

Pam was turned to face the car. Her arms were pulled behind her back and her wrists were fastened together. "Snap" a leash was attached to her collar. "Heel, bitch" Victoria said as she pulled on the leash leading Pam toward the elevator.

They got off on the second floor and walked down the familiar hall to the gym and basketball court. The lights were off in the gym except for one bright spotlight that shined directly upon a large table in the center of the wooden court. She was unable to see anything in the very dark room except for the large, flat counter. Pam was placed on her back in the middle of the cold, smooth surface after her wrist cuffs were unfastened. Quickly and efficiently her hands were fastened to the upper two corners with short chains, as were her ankles fastened to the lower corners keeping my legs spread. The tall collar prevented Pam from looking down her body and see what was happening to her.

The chains were tightened, stretching my body in four directions. Pam realized that the sweat suit, panties and shoes were not removed. As she started to ask what was going to happen, she heard Kevins deep, masculine voice say, "Hello, sweet cunt. You are my cunt, isn't that true?" Pam remembered the temporary tattoo on her mound saying just that. Kevin walked into the light next to the table.

"Yes, Sir. I am your cunt," Pam answered. "We have worked very hard at improving your body and your submissive attitude. We are not yet finished. A few changes and modifications are in your future and I want to see your attitude change from an independent intelligent woman into a true and complete sub slut. I want to see that sub slut in your appearance as well as the way you behave around me. I know you do not fully understand, that is my fault as I have not trained or tested you yet. Today, we take another small step. Today we will expose you to pain. How will you react to it? Will a minor amount affect your behavior? Will you willingly accept mild forms of ******* because you know it pleases me to see you crying and in agony? How much do you want to be my sub/slut? I will not ask you your opinion now as your actions will give me my answers."

Pam knew she must obey. She must withstand anything and everything Kevin wanted to do to her. She thought to herself, "I will be the very best sub/slut for Kevin.

"My wife/slave has developed several great skills. This morning she is going to demonstrate one of them for you. Twice I have had you ******* and *********** to have some body modifications made to you. You slept through the procedures. Now we are going to add some body jewelry without anything to relieve the hurting. What I want to see is how well you react and I want you to keep telling me you want more and that you hope I am pleased. So we will now begin."

Kevin grasped her right breast and pulled up on the sweat shirt she was wearing. Taking some seizers, he pullet it up and started cutting a large hole in the shirt above and around that breast. As he let it fall back onto her body, the entire breast and a few inches around it was totally exposed. He noticed that her nipple had become erect, a sign of arousal. Walking to the other side of the table, he did the same to the left side of her shirt.

Victoria rolled out a tray as Kevin ran some Velcro straps over Pam. Some went around her calves, others around her upper thighs. He tightened them and ran another over her waist and yet another under her arm pits and above her breasts. He tightened those so much she could hardly breathe, let alone move more than an inch. The final straps went around Pams elbows, holding her arms straight above her head. Kevin said, "I could blindfold you or give you something for the pain you are about to receive, but I want you to see what is happening and I want to hear you scream and watch you cry."

On the tray was a large bowl. Victoria reached in wearing rubber gloves and pulled out several cubes of ice. She placed several all around Pams left areola, pressing them firmly against the now erect nipple on her breast. There are several small openings arranged radially around the tip of the nipple called lactiferous ducts from where milk is released during *********. Other small openings in the areola are sebaceous glands known as Glands of Montgomery which provide lubrication to protect the area around the nipple and assist with suckling and pumping of the *********. The ice was freezing the entire area, being both painful and numbing her areola.

As the ice melted and cold water ran down Pams side onto the table, Victoria added more, then more until the bright pink color had disappeared and Pam was moaning and attempting unsuccessfully to move away. It seemed like an hour, but was closer to ten minutes until she stopped. Taking a large cotton swab, Victoria dipped it into a pan of dark liquid and coated both nipples, painting them a strange color. This was betadine to prevent infections.

Then quickly picked up what appeared to be shiny silver gun or pliers. In less than a few seconds she placed them over the side of the areola, avoiding the tip of the nipple as well as the glands and squeezed the handle. POP it shot through her, making a small hole through Pam. She screamed and cried out as Kevin had predicted, while Victoria inserted a 1/2" round golden ring into the hole she had created. Quickly she did the same to the other breast. Again Pam screamed as the pain was severe.

Kevin walked up close to the table and asked Pan if she "enjoyed" that. He explained that he would prefer larger rings, however they would interfere with the suction cups used in her milking. Unable to speak because of the pain she just blinked her eyes and tried to smile. Victoria had picked up a hand soldering iron and sealed both rings shut, permanently. When she finished she applied another coat of Betadine. Pam saw the smile on the face of her Master and knew what He was expecting. She took a deep breath and managed to say, "Thank you, Sir."

"Excellent," said Kevin, giving Pam a kiss on the cheek. "You may now have a few minutes and Victoria will give you some plain water. Then we move on to the next step. Kevin walked away while Victoria unfastened all of her bindings and gave her some bottled water to *****.

Before she had a chance to fully recover, Pam was placed over a 6" X 6" padded wooden saw horse. Hooks on the four legs allowed Victoria to place snap locks on both her wrist and ankle cuffs, spreading her feel at least 36" apart and her head was now closely facing the floor. The large stiff collar would not allow her to turn her head or see anything behind her.

"Now I want you to tell me how you feel and what you are thinking," said the deep voice of Kevin. He must be standing directly behind Pam. She replied, "My nipples are hurting and this is a very uncomfortable position."

"Good," said Kevin, "but are you aroused and wanting me to use you?"

Thinking carefully about the proper response, Pam said, "I always am ready for you to use me." She then felt him come up against her ass, feeling his erection slip between her widely spread legs and against her most intimate spot. Pam could feel no clothing and assumed he was naked. Kevin ran the tip up and down her crack and now opening flower, spreading the cream on his erection and from her thighs back where it had originated. Pressing against her, he told Pam to ask for what she wanted. Her reply was direct, "Fuck me, Sir."

He did. He did not make love to her or simply fucked her, he slammed into her body, slapping his belly against her ass and his balls against her cunt. Her newly pierced breasts swung back and forth with his every stroke, sending pain throughout her chest. It only took a couple minutes of this vicious sex before Pam could feel an orgasm building in her body. It was then she felt his erection swell and become harder. No she thought to herself, she was about to have a climax herself, as she felt the warm fluids fill her open and unprotected womb. Kevin immediately pulled out. He left her feeling open and missing out on her own climax. Getting her breath back, she told him, "Thank you Sir."

Kevin walked around her and said, "We are just beginning." It was then she felt the first strike of a cane across her ass and then another against the back of her legs. He told Pan that she was to thank him for allowing her this *******. So as the third strike left a bright red mark on the cheeks of her ass, as she cried out in anguish, she said, "Thank you, Sir." This continued until he had marked the back of her legs from knees to her ass and totally covered both cheeks with bright red stripes.

Pam always was able to thank him, despite her screams of pain and tears streaming down her face and dropping onto the floor beneath her. Finally Kevin stopped and gave her a soft kiss on her cheek. "Now you have another task which will help you forget about your caning."

He placed a blindfold over her eyes and checked to see if it was firmly in place and that she could see nothing. "I have used "my" cunt and a have a friend that became very excited watching you learning to accept pain. I want you to suck on his dick and have him fill your belly with his cum. If you spill one drop, I will allow him to cane you again and he will not be as easy as I have been.

Easy? She thought. I could never stand another caning. She knew she would take this stranger deeply into her oral cavity and suck him as much as she possible could. It did not matter who it was, she would swallow every drop.

As the tip brushed against her lips, Pan opened her mouth and began sucking on his tip. Leaning out as much as the bindings and her collar would allow she tried to get more into her mouth. He would only allow a few inches to penetrate her mouth. She sucked harder, attempting to draw him into her. She felt him grasping her head by her ears and pushed his full 6 or 7 inches into her throat, nearly gagging her. Pam held her breath as long as she could and things began to turn dark. It was then he pulled out allowing her to breathe.

The stranger started fucking her with rapid strokes fully into her throat. Pam tried the best she could to catch some air between the quick blows. Always remembering what would happen if she allowed his cum to escape, she kept her lips tightly around him and maintained a strong suction. Pams sore breasts were swinging back and forth with his every stroke.

Fortunately, he was quickly ready to finish. Pam could feel his cock expanding as he held tighter to her head. They he exploded into her mouth and throat. Swallowing every drop, Pam held her face against the strangers crotch, sucking and licking as best she could in her bondage.

Kevin, come to her face as the stranger backed away and inspected her. "You did a great job, Pam. You have accepted a caning and sucked off a stranger. I am proud of you." Pam managed a smile and had a warm feeling inside from pleasing her Master.

Kevin said you have earned a rest and something to eat. We will continue your training and testing this evening. He turned and walked away as Victoria began removing her bondage.

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Just Like My Friend



I suppose it all started after my friend told me his girlfriend liked to dress him in her clothes before sex. I couldn't quite believe it - he was masculine and muscular, a real man's man. He'd confided in me and I teased him about it unmercifully.

I mean, really? Being dressed in women's clothes? That was supposed to be a turn-on? He seemed to think so, but I couldn't see it myself. And the more I teased him the less he wanted to talk about it. Eventually, after a couple of weeks or so, we stopped getting together for ****** after work - and I suppose looking back it's not hard to see why. After weeks of laughing at him about it, I guess he'd just about had enough.

So when I bumped into his girlfriend in a nightclub months later, it came as little surprise that they'd split up. She didn't seem bitter when she told me, although there was a look in her eye that suggested she blamed me for the whole thing.

I kept my mouth shut until she asked me if I wanted to join her friends' table across the club. I did so and went and sat with the trio. I knew Gen, of course, but I had no idea who her friends were.

I was quite amazed. Gen was beautiful enough herself, her short dark bob framing her flawless face and perfect makeup well enough. She had a slender, almost boyish body with small breasts and long thin legs that tapered down to her ankles. But her friends... well, they were even more desirable. Nikki was the shortest, at about my height. Her tiny black mesh minidress showed her black underwear clearly - a satin bra, matching boyshorts and a wide black satin suspender belt which supported black stockings with a deep lace band at the top. The outfit was almost indecent, although this club tended to encourage outrageous costumes.

Becky, the long-haired blonde, was dressed severely in a black leather miniskirt, a black leather corset top which laced at the back, and black high-heeled knee-boots. She was slightly taller than me, and I noted a look of slight disdain pass across her face as Gen introduced me.

Only Sara looked pleased to see me, and gave me a crushing hug. As she did so, her breasts pressed against my chest and I could feel a corset of some sort underneath her white velvet dress. She wore white plastic go-go boots that set the outfit off, and a string of large white beads around her neck.

Only Sara chatted to me while the others drank and danced, and we became fairly close quite quickly. She told me Gen was pissed off with me about my friend, David. As I'd suspected - I'd been firmly blamed over the failure of their relationship. I laughed it off and Sara didn't press me about it.

After a few ******, I realised I was feeling slightly woozy - strange, really, because I can usually hold my *****. But for whatever reason I found my vision slightly blurred and I was a little unsteady.

Sara noticed, and suggested we head out from the club. She told me she - and the others - were supposed to be staying at Gen's house, but perhaps I could take her back to her flat instead?

Of course, I agreed. What ********** male wouldn't? We went outside and caught a cab, and as we sat in the backseat heading home, Sara's hands began to wander over my legs and thighs. But when I tried to return the favour, she simply brushed by hand off her and continued exploring my body.

I was starting to get hard, and my jeans tightened appreciably. I'm sure Sara noticed, because she started rubbing around the top of my thigh gently. She almost - but not quite - touched my stiffening dick, and I started trying to squirm my hips to place it under Sara's hand.

She was driving me mad with lust, and I could barely throw money at the taxi driver fast enough as she walked up the path to her door and opened it. I came almost running behind her, although I was still so woozy I had to watch my step or risk ending up in a heap in her garden.

Inside, I followed her to her room, where she already had a bottle of red wine open.

"I like my wine to breathe," she told me, and handed me a glass. I sipped it carefully, conscious of my ******* state.

"You know, you were awfully hard on David," she said, "Gen wasn't at all pleased with you over it. And I can't say I was impressed either."

I tried to reply, but my tongue felt numb and I found I was unable to form words. I must have looked as confused as I felt, because Sara looked carefully into my face for a moment, before laughing.

"I have a feeling it'll all be alright now though," she mused, "Everybody else will be back shortly, and I need to make some preparations."

I wanted to ask her what she was talking about, but again my deadened mouth let me down. The unsteadiness which had plagued me in the club and on the way home returned with a vengeance, and I nodded my head drowsily.

"It's OK," said Sara, "You just have a lie down on the bed here."

She led me to her bed, a king-sized affair with black satin sheets on. As I lay back, my vision dimmed, and the last thing I saw was her lifting the hem of her dress as though she were going to take it off. Despite my arousal and curiosity, I drifted off and ***** overtook me.

My wrists were aching and my thighs were going numb. That's what brought me back to the situation.

How long had I slept? I had no idea of what time it might be, and that made me groggy and a bit slow on the uptake. My thighs were pressing uncomfortably on my calves and my wrists and shoulders felt cold. Not as cold as my fingers though.

I realised I was kneeling up with my wrists attached to something. Bed posts. I was cuffed to someone's bed. And what the hell was I wearing?

I looked down my body and saw lingerie. Black and red. I looked up and around desperately, looking for an escape from the bonds. But all I saw in the room was a mirrored wall, with me perfectly framed.

I was indeed kneeling. I doubt I could have stood, not in the black leather knee boots with wicked three-inch heels. They glistened against black stockings which whispered up to my thighs where they ended in deep bands of black lace.

Suspenders, taut and black, led up past a scandalous pair of whore-red mesh and lace knickers which were tight across my buttocks and rubbing my cock softly. I began to get hard but suddenly stiffened as I saw the baby-doll my stockings were attached to.

It was black, and backless, with a short frilled lace skirt. Up the front ran a satin panel which slithered across my tummy and chest. The lacy bra was far from full, but the gathered satin and lace worked magic on my nipples. Long suspenders stretched down each side of my legs, tugging my stocking tops.

I tried to fight my arousal - what if someone should come into the room and find me like this? Chained up, dressed in stockings, knickers, boots and baby-doll... and sporting a throbbing erection. The shame might **** me, but it was more likely I'd have to live as a laughing stock.

I thought frantically, trying to dredge my memory for any clues as to where I was and how I'd gotten here. The last thing I remembered was... was... Sara undressing.

Was I still in Sara's room? I couldn't remember much about it. I'd been too busy gazing at her, hoping to lay her, to have noticed the decor. The sheets were satin, and Sara had had satin sheets on her bed, but I couldn't remember if it was even the same bed.

And amid all the confusion, I had another problem. What to do about my cock, which was now tenting my red knickers. I tried not to think about it, but every movement seemed to slide my knickers across the sensitive underside and tip. I closed my eyes and moaned in frustration. I shuffled my knees forward, shifting my weight until I could press my cock against the satin-covered headboard.

As I began moving my hips, delicious feelings coursed through my pole as the mesh and satin conspired to tease me towards orgasm. Just as I thought I might be able to get off that way, I heard a door open behind me. I tried, ridiculously, to draw myself into a ball. Unable to see who it was, and utterly terrified it might be someone I know, I tried to make myself as small as possible. That wasn't really possible with the manacled wrists, and all I managed to do was rattle the short chains and draw attention to myself.

"Oh god! You startled me," a voice said. My heart sank. Sara.

"Look it's not what you think," I said, "I've no idea what happened last night or how I ended up like this. I'm not even sure where I am although I do remember coming back to yours - is this your place?"

I looked up at her, and saw she was grinning. And looking me over, in a critical sort of way. She seemed to be sizing me up, and her grin slid into a thin predatory smile of satisfaction.

I looked in the mirror and saw I was wearing dramatic, over-the-top makeup. My black false lashes had diamante tips that glistened as I turned into the light. Heavy black kohl and silver and red eyelids seemed to heighten the girlish contours of my face. My foundation and powder gave me a china doll look, although any pretence at innocence stopped ay my lips. They were masterworks of makeup, lined and coloured into a cocksucking bow. The gloss I was wearing made them impossibly red, and tiny glittery sparkles danced around my mouth.

My long hair had been let down and moulded into a feminine style which hung around my face but became a mass of curls just under my ears. They, too sparkled, and I looked closer to see I was wearing a pair of large diamante studs.

My cock was dancing in my knickers as I felt myself blush from head to toe. Here I was, dressed like a true slut, and I was ragingly hard. In front of Sara.

She moved behind me. I watched in the mirror as she kicked off her high black court shoes, and pulled her clinging black wool dress over her head before dropping it on top of her shoes in an untidy pile.

"What are you doing?" I asked her, "Can you see the key for these cuffs anywhere?"

She crawled onto the bed behind me, wearing just her lingerie. I tried not to notice it, but my turgid cock made me ***** in every detail of her matching black bra, waist-cincher, girdle and knickers. She looked like a 50s starlet dressed entirely in the smoothest black satin. Even her gossamer stockings were black, with a seam at the back and ********** heels and toes.

I was transfixed as she moved up the bed behind me and pressed her breasts against my back.

"Sara, can you get me out of these cuffs?" I asked, acutely aware of her breath on my shoulder as she rubbed her face with my hair.

"What if I said I preferred you like this? Would you really object?" asked Sara, as she ground her crotch against my buttocks and making me shiver as the satin of her knickers and the mesh of mine rustled across each other.

"I - er, well I," I began. But I couldn't finish. My concentration was non-existent as Sara moved closer, ******* me to spread my legs. Our stockings felt as though they cracked sparks of sheer bliss as they moved together.

"Tell you the truth, sissy, I'm the person who left you like this last night. Gen told me so much about her sissy slave David that I thought I'd go out and find me one, too. The thought of having a feminised man, smooth and sexy with a rock-hard cock to ride, makes me so fucking hot. To dress a man in frilly whores' outfits and see how his cock stiffens as he submits his manhood to me, that's what I want."

"But I'm no sissy," I said, "Far from it!"

"I know," said Sara, "You don't think you're a sissy and you hate sissy men. You cracked jokes about David's crossdressing, hurtful jokes. Secretly I think you're jealous."

"Jealous?!" I was shouting now, "How the hell could I be jealous? He dressed like a pansy for Gen!"

Sara didn't respond immediately, but I heard her rummaging in a bedside drawer. before I knew what was happening, Sara had pushed a pair of knickers in my mouth, and slipped a stretchy fabric band over my head to form a very effective gag.

I tried to tell her how unhappy I was, but could only managed muffled grunting.

"That's better," she said, "Because from now on I'll talk and you'll listen. I'm going to turn you into my little frilly sissy fuckslave and you're going to love it. You're going to bend over for me in flouncy lingerie and stockings and high-heels and beg me to fuck you. I'm going to dress you as a naughty French maid and fuck you on your back over the kitchen table - looking straight into your pleading eyes as I pound your arse. I'm going to do things to you Gen never did to David. And all the time you'll be begging me for more. Craving the lingerie. The ***********. But most of all... the great fucking sex."

Her hands had started wandering and I felt her fingers insinuate themselves up my stockings, pausing at the lace band to gently caress it, before moving onto my knickers. She teased me front and back, rubbing tiny strokes of her fingers across my engorged cock and squeezing my mesh-clad buttocks. I couldn't help myself and I started to respond, no matter how much I was trying to resist.

I moaned and pushed my arse back against her hand and crotch.

"Naughty little girl, I think she's actually enjoying this, being tied up, dressed up and now about to be fucked like a nasty little tramp."

Sara's hand on my cock began a massage both ******** and gentle. Behind me her hand slowly moved inside my knickers to my arse. She eased a finger between my cheeks and explored around my sphincter.

That elicited a long, agonised moan of pleasure from me, and I clenched and unclenched my arse as her slim digit teased and probed. Her other hand worked my cock insistently through the lacy fabric. As I writhed beneath her touch, my suspenders tugged at my stockings which in turn rubbed Sara's. My whole body was lit up with new sensations, and I felt myself open up to her sexually.

Sara must have sensed my total fall into **********, because she removed her finger from my behind and moved in still closer until she had me pressed against the satin headboard. She left enough room to slip her hand back around my cock, which she resumed stroking.

"I'm going to dress you in a pink satin corset and knickers, roll pink and white stockings up your legs and then put you on your knees to suck my dildo and make it wet enough to fuck your pretty arse with. I'll put you in a schoolgirl outfit with a tiny skirt that won't even cover your stocking-tops and suck your cock through your tight knickers until you beg me to stuff my prick in your eager little hole."

Fingers returned to my arse, this time cold and slippery. Sara began to spread something around my rosebud, before easing her middle finger into me slightly. I tensed as she pushed in, and she began to suck on my bare shoulder. I shut my eyes tight, cooed with the pleasure and relaxed.

She resumed her efforts on my hole, coating it with the greasy substance as her finger worked its way into me. I squealed as she reversed direction and slowly withdrew before ploughing back into me again.

"I know you're enjoying this, lover," she whispered in my ear, "All boys do, according to Gen. And why shouldn't you like it? Dressed as my slut, ready for my cock, feeling my fingers fucking you. Being wanked off into your knickers by a gorgeous girl? I'd enjoy that, and I know you're loving it."

The hand on my cock moved and removed the gag.

"All I want to hear from you is that you want me," she said.

"Oh god, Sara..." I moaned as the relentless rhythm of her finger inside me picked up pace slightly. It was now sliding in and out easily thanks to the coat of lubricant in my passage. Her other hand went back to the tip of my cock, which she rubbed with her palm.

"Tell me," she said, "Tell me you want my cock, and you want to be my sissy. I'll make you feel so good. I'll fuck you into the middle of next week. Just tell me."

If there was anything masculine left in my lingerie-clad body, I couldn't find it. Not with one finger twisting inside me, finding breathtaking spots of nerve-endings that went off like fireworks at her touch. Not with a hand rubbing my erection through my lacy knickers. Not with my toes curling inside my high-heel knee boots. With the knowledge I was as sissified as she could make me, the resistance left in me shattered.

"Please, Sara - fuck me!" I panted.

"What's that, my little tranny lover girl? I didn't hear you."

"God - please! Sara! Fuck me!" I yelled.

And with that she pressed an enormous weight against my hole, holding my knickers to one side. I looked in the mirror and saw her strapon cock as she started to feed it into my arse. Even with the lube, it was tough going to fit the monster inside of me. I fought every instinct to tense, and relaxed enough to allow the head to pop through.

That, of course, produced such a shriek from me I thought it would break glass. Sarah kissed the back of my neck wetly, wetting me with her tongue before blowing gently onto the trails of saliva. Each one felt like a river of ice, so sensitised was my skin. It didn't take much of that treatment before I relaxed again.

Sara, still kissing my neck, began increasing the pressure on my pierced arse. Her cock began to move. I felt it sliding inch by inch past my ring, and I found I was sobbing with the sheer joy of it.

"Here we go my fuck toy," said Sara, "You've taken my whole length. It's a good start, because you'll be wearing a remote-controlled butt plug all day every day from now on. And I'll have you dressed in knickers and stockings every day under your suit at work. You'll come home with that naughty stiff clitty of yours sticking out of your knickers. And you'll beg me to suck it."

Her mound was pressing against the small of my back and I felt utterly impaled by her huge cock. I was trying to catch my breath when she started to pull out. The feeling made me moan again, I was too far gone for words now.

"You'll love it", she said, "I'll dress you as a porno cheerleader, press you up against my full-length mirror and fuck your arse until you cum watching our reflection. But my favourite..."

Sara leaned in close to my ear.

"My favourite..." she whispered, "My favourite will always be fucking you like this. Chained to the bed, dressed like a little fucking whore who can't wait for my cock. You look so frightened, but so fucking horny. I'll want to fuck you just this way more often."

She'd withdrawn almost to the tip, and I groaned at the thought of losing that erotic fullness. I felt Sara's sides quake and the sharp hot blasts of breath on the back of my neck made me understand.

She was laughing.

At that point, the cock started sliding back inside me and Sara began alternating laughing and planting hot kisses on my neck. I understood then that I was turning her on, that she actually wanted me like this, dressed in knickers, stockings and baby-doll. And that I wanted her to fuck me like this. We'd both handed power to each other - only to find our shared desires were too strong for either of us to abandon.

I grunted as that long stroke slid up and into me. And as she brushed my prostate, I couldn't help myself. I squealed like a little girl.

Sara laughed again, and this time I laughed with her. As she withdrew, the head of her strapon caught the same spot, and I shouted my surprise and pleasure. She pounded her cock back into me suddenly, and again I let out an involuntary squeal.

I looked over my shoulder, and saw the pair of us. Me taking a strapon cock. Sarah's showgirl underwear as a contrast to my trashy slutwear. Sara's look of pure lust as she took control of her sissy slut.

She picked up the pace inside me, still grinning as she pounded me in the arse with her cock. Every inch of me felt alive - my stockinged legs against hers, the slight rustle as our knickers touched when her length filled me, the satin of the bed head across my nipples under the cups of the baby-doll.

Just as I thought I was going to scream, Sara did something. It quite took my breath away.

The length she was using to beat out a rhythm in my ******** ass started to vibrate. I hissed in shock - but as soon as I registered buzzing inside me, it stopped. I let out a huge sighing moan which was cut short by my off-register squeak as it unexpectedly restarted.

Even as she kept sliding her length into me, Sara laughed.

"I'm playing you with my cock, my little fucktoy," she gloated, "You sound like a sissy symphony. All those groans - "

She pulled her cock out of me, and right on cue I groaned with desire as each centimetre rubbed my sphincter and that maddening buzzing ceased.

" - And these squeals - "

Sara's stomach slapped by buttocks as she thrust the whole thing back into me in one swift motion. And just when I thought I'd caught my breath enough to scream, it let off another vibrating blast though my innards. I don't know if there's a way of measuring plaintive and overwhelmed squeals, but I think I'd have gone right off the top of the scale.

" - Are making me - "

Another burst of vibration as she pulled out and rammed back into me.

" - So fucking horny - "

Out, just far enough to allow me to tense my sopping wet and well-fucked arse. But back in before I was ready, ******* her way in. I howled with the thrill of her cock lancing my virginity, and shrieked as she spanked both of my buttocks sharply. Once again a burst of sheer bliss as the vibrator hummed deep in my passage, just as Sara reached around for my steel-hard erection.

" - but not as horny as I bet you are!"

Her hand reached into my knickers and grasped me. The sensation of her cool hands on my red hot cock made me cum almost immediately. She held her cock inside me and rubbed her mount around my sweetly ******** arse.

As her crimson-tipped fingers wanked me, I stopped being in any way intelligible. Sharp flashes went off behind my screwed shut eyes every time the vibrator hummed to life deep inside me. Her strokes were smooth and even now - she'd found her rhythm - and I found myself gasping for air and babbling as she fucked me confidently and expertly.

The mesh of my knickers rubbed across my sensitive glans as Sara's stroking grew faster and more ********. I was overwhelmed with sensation: my wrists strained inside the cuffs as I twisted and contorted my body, desperately trying to guide the dildo to the most erogenous spots in my royally-fucked passage.

"Look at the big man now," grunted Sara as she continued her *********, "All dressed up in red knickers - see-through knickers. With his black stockings and his babydoll on, taking my cock up his arse. You're loving it, aren't you?"

She spanked me sharply just as the shrill buzz of her cock burst into maddening life and at exactly the point in my rectum I'd been trying to hit. I froze, tensing in awe of the wave that swept through my body. I was determined to hold that moment for as long as I could but Sara's hand never stopped its motion on my cock.

I shrieked girlishly as my ring tried to snap shut on Sara's strapon, and as she felt the resistance she plunged as far into me as she could with a triumphant cry. That was all it took to make me shoot into my knickers, her hand still wrapped around my length. I felt as though each new spurt would turn me inside out with ecstasy - joyous explosions of pleasure ran from my sphincter right the way through to the tip of my cock in its red mesh covering.

Sara slowed the pace and brought me down until I was a gasping, sodden mess. My body slumped forward and I leaned against the headboard, exhausted. She bent forward, her breasts resting on my back.

"Well, now losing your virginity is out of the way, does my pretty sissy bitch was some real fun? Does she want me to dress her in lingerie? Will she do anything I ask?" She whispered.

"Yes," I said. I couldn't wait.

ma femme soumise à un black


Tout d'abord, je vais vous présenter mon épouse. Elle s'appelle Fabienne, 42 ans, fine malgré deux grossesses, des petits seins adorables, une taille marquée et des jambes.... Les hauts talons ***t sa passion. Elle en porte très souvent pour *** plaisir mais surtout pour le mien. Elle les porte avec une certaine aisance et il n'est pas rare quand elle est seule qu'elle soit complimentée tant par des hommes que par des femmes concernant ses chaussures. Elle apprécie également la lingerie fine qu'elle porte uniquement pour moi. J'ajoute qu'elle aime bien le sexe mais sans plus. Je n'ai jamais réussi à la sodomiser et elle refuse les fellations, c'est comme ça.


Un jour après le repas de midi, elle m'annonce qu'elle va faire ses courses dans le centre commercial situé à quelque 40 kilomètres de notre domicile, de l'autre côté de la frontière. Elle s'y rend de temps à autre. Comme bien souvent, elle est perchée sur ses hauts talons et porte un petit pull court et un pantalon moulant en cuir. Pour éviter la marque d'un slip sur ses fesses, elle porte un petit string sexy rouge ajoutant que ce sera en prévision de notre soirée.

Arrivée dans le magasin, elle fait ses achats et profite de visiter les différentes boutiques du grand centre.

En regagnant la voiture sur le parking, elle constate qu'un pneu est à plat. Elle m'appelle aussitôt pour m'expliquer la situation et je lui conseille de trouver un garage à proximité pour la réparation en lui disant de me tenir au courant. Agacée par cette situation, elle charge le coffre du véhicule quand elle sent une présence derrière elle. Se retournant elle se retrouve face à un noir et comprend qu'il attend qu'elle lui libère le passage pour qu'il puisse regagner sa voiture stationnée juste à côté. Elle s'excuse mais il lui répond que tout le plaisir est pour lui. Elle lui explique *** problème et lui demande s'il ne connaît pas un garage dans les environs. Il rassure mon épouse en lui disant qu'il va l'aider de *** mieux. Il appelle un ami et lui explique le problème. Après cette conversation téléphonique, il explique à ma femme qu'il s'agit d'un ami garagiste qui est occupé pour l'instant mais qu'il va dépanner sa voiture mais que, pour gagner du temps, il fallait lui amener la clé. Il propose alors à ma femme de la conduire jusqu'au garage. Durant le trajet, elle apprend qu'il s'appelle David. Arrivée au garage, elle remet la clé de sa voiture au patron qui lui dit qu'il pourra s'occuper de *** véhicule d'ici à deux heures de temps maximum et qu'une fois la réparation terminée, il appellerait David directement sur *** portable. David l'invite alors à boire un café dans un établissement sympa à 5 minutes en voiture. Sur le trajet, il lui explique qu'il doit impérativement passer chez lui.

Ne pouvant pas trop refuser, elle se retrouve chez lui et découvre un appartement accueillant et très bien entretenu. David lui offre un café et met un fond de musique avant de s'asseoir à ses côtés. Il la complimente sur sa beauté et sur le fait qu'elle porte à merveille les talons hauts. Elle sourit et commence à se sentir un peu bizarre, voire docile. C'est peut-être ce drôle de goût qu'avait le café. Elle ressent une chaleur inhabituelle dans tout *** corps. Soudain, *** natel ***ne. Elle se lève et saisit *** mobile pour me répondre. Elle m'explique qu'elle se trouve dans un café en attendant la réparation quand soudain David la saisit par les hanches et commence à la peloter tendrement tout en l'embrassant dans le cou. Elle peine à tenir sur ses talons et ne réagit pas, pour ne me donner de doutes. Toujours en conversation avec moi, David en profite pour lui ouvrir le pantalon et pour la faire tomber sur le canapé. Elle se retrouve avec le pantalon sur les chevilles et David à genoux devant elle. Elle est subjuguée par le contraste des ces mains noires sur sa peau blanche. Troublée et impuissante, elle me dit qu'elle me rappelle quand elle aura récupéré la voiture et boucle notre conversation. David a déjà une main sous *** string et l'autre sous *** pull. Elle tente de se débattre mais *** corps apprécie que trop ces caresses. Il lui roule une pelle et elle répond à ce baiser vicieux. *** clitoris est savamment touché et elle jouit une première s'abandonnant à cet amant noir qui compte bien profiter de ma femme. Il la déshabille complètement avant de lui demander de remettre ses hauts talons car ça l'excite. Il l'amène dans sa chambre et elle se retrouve nue, à part ses chaussures, les jambes écartées en train de se faire sucer le clitoris comme jamais. Elle n'est plus maîtresse de *** corps et elle jouit plusieurs fois sous sa langue. Le fait qu'il s'agisse d'un noir et qu'elle me trompe exagère certainement *** plaisir. Pendant qu'elle reprend un peu ses esprits, David se déshabille. Elle découvre un sexe bien plus grand que le mien. Elle ne peut quitter des yeux ce sexe noir et quasi instinctivement elle le branle à deux mains. Il lui tient des propos du genre ça t'excite de tromper ton mari – tu es contente d'avoir un sexe noir qui va te donner du plaisir – tu vas jouir comme une chienne – maintenant tu m'appartiens..... Tous ces mots crus décuplent *** plaisir. David sait qu'elle est entièrement à sa merci. Il l'embrasse sur tout le corps, la caresse partout et présente *** sexe à sa bouche tout en lui fouillant *** intimité. Elle ondule du bassin, gémit, se tortille avant de prendre ce sexe dans sa bouche sans trop savoir pourquoi. Elle se surprend à aimer le sucer et en éprouve même un plaisir caché (elle qui m'a toujours refusé une fellation...). Elle est quand même surprise par la taille de l'engin et par la douceur de la chair. David l'encourage toujours en la traitant de salope, de bourgeoise et de petite putain. Elle ne se reconnaît plus du tout et se laisse tout dire et tout faire. David change de position et présente *** énorme pieu à l'entrée de sa petite caverne du plaisir. Tout en la fixant dans les yeux, il la pénètre tout en douceur. Elle se sent remplie à en avoir presque mal, mais il continue *** intrusion avec un petit sourire aux lèvres. Une fois bien au fond de *** sexe, il s'immobilise un moment tout en l'embrassant au plus profond de sa bouche. Elle peine un peu à respirer mais apprécie cette situation si nouvelle pour elle. Il entreprend alors un long et régulier va-et-vient pendant environ 20 minutes la faisant jouir plusieurs fois. Ensuite, il lui relève ses jambes et la pilonne inlassablement en lui embrassant ses jambes déposées sur ses épaules. Elle crie sa jouissance et lui demande de ne pas arrêter. Soumise elle devient totalement impudique elle qui est si discrète. David jouit finalement au plus profond de sa chatte amenant ma tendre épouse au bord de l'évanouissement. Il se lève brusquement pour répondre à *** téléphone. C'est le garagiste qui annonce que la voiture est réparée. Il retourne vers le lit tout en questionnant un peu Fabienne. Il apprend que c'est la première fois qu'elle me trompe et qu'elle n'a jamais joui aussi bien et aussi fort. Elle n'est même pas gênée. Elle se lève et tient difficilement juchée sur ses talons. David, assis sur le bord du lit, l'invite à s'asseoir sur lui, une jambe de part et d'autre, et *** pieu la pénètre encore. Elle monte et descend sur ce sexe pendant qu'il la complimente et qu'il lui embrasse et mordille ses seins. Elle ne contrôle plus rien et n'a qu'une envie, jouir et jouir encore. Il se laisse tomber en arrière sur le lit et change de position. Elle se retrouve à quatre pattes et se fait prendre en levrette à une cadence infernale. Finalement, il jouit en elle par de longs et puissants jets de sperme. Elle s'écroule sur le lit exténuée. Soudain, elle entend la ***nerie de *** mobile et me répond. Je lui demande où elle en est et me dit que le garagiste vient de l'appeler. Rassuré, je lui dis d'être prudente sur la route. Pendant ce temps, David s'amuse encore un peu avec ses fesses, ses jambes et sa bouche. Elle se lave et se rhabille difficilement. David lui demande de la revoir, qu'elle devienne sa maîtresse. Il lui donne simplement *** numéro de natel avant de la reconduire jusqu'au garage. Pour lui dire au revoir, il lui roule tendrement une pelle en lui disant à bientôt. Elle répond à ce baiser avant de lui sourire et de partir.

Depuis, elle est retournée deux fois dans ce centre commercial sans appeler David. En manque de *** sexe, elle l'a finalement contacté et ils ont conclu d'un autre rendez-vous chez lui où elle devra se présenter vêtue d'escarpins, bas et porte-jarretelles et juste un manteau par-dessus.

Elle apprendra bien, bien plus tard que le pneu à plat n'était pas accidentel et que l'appartement de David est équipé de caméra

Ma femme Fabienne qui a eu une aventure avec un black prénommé David a décidé de le retrouver. Il était convenu qu'elle se présente chez lui vêtue uniquement d'escarpins, bas et porte-jarretelles et juste un manteau par-dessus. Un mardi elle me dit que le lendemain elle retourne dans le centre commercial situé à 40 kilomètres de notre domicile, de l'autre côté de la frontière, mais cette fois-ci, elle y va pour la journée entière, alors qu'habituellement elle y reste juste un après-midi. Le soir, au lit, elle se refuse à moi et je constate que sa chatte est enfin rasée et toute lisse. Depuis le temps que le le lui demandais. Bien qu'un peu surpris, je m'en réjouis déjà pour le lendemain soir. Le matin, elle est habillée hyper sexy. Elle a même mis ses chaussures avec des talons de 15 cm qu'elle met uniquement quand nous fai***s l'amour. Je lui en fait la remarque mais elle m'explique que c'est pour les former un peu plus. Ensuite, elle m'embrasse et je lui souhaite une bonne journée. Sur le trajet, elle reçoit un SMS de David qui lui demande vers qu'elle heure elle arrive chez lui et si elle s'est bien habillée comme il lui avait demandé. Elle lui répond que oui et qu'elle est impatiente. Arrivée au bas de *** immeuble, elle se parque et commence a enlever tant bien que mal sa jupe et sa chemise. Elle enfile *** petit manteau et quitte finalement la voiture pour se rendre chez David. Toute excitée, elle traverse difficilement la cour perchée sur ses hauts talons. Elle arrive enfin devant la porte de *** amant et ***ne. David lui ouvre et l'embrasse à pleine bouche. Il promène ses mains sous *** manteau pour s'assurer qu'elle a suivi ses souhaits. Quand il arrive sur *** sexe complètement lisse, elle lui dit qu'elle a fait cela pour lui. Il lui enlève *** manteau et elle prend place sur le grand canapé du salon. Vêtue uniquement de bas couleur chair, un porte-jarretelles rose et de ses magnifiques escarpins, elle est toute fière et excitée. David lui offre une bois*** et commence à la peloter et à l'embrasser. Elle se laisse faire et apprécie. David s'attaque enfin à sa chatte. Il se place à genou devant elle, lui écarte les jambes. Il se retrouve face à sa petite chatte bien lisse et commence à la sucer. A moitié assise, les cuisses grandes écartées et ses pieds posés sur la table basse du salon, elle commence déjà à jouir. Il joue avec *** clitoris en le mordant, le suçant ou en soufflant dessus pour bien l'exciter. Totalement soumise, elle crie *** plaisir de plus en plus fort. Elle qui est relativement discrète lors de nos ébats, elle se sent salope. David arrête un moment et se déshabille. Ma femme est automatiquement attirée par ce sexe noir dressé juste devant elle. Elle le caresse et l'embouche avant de le sucer comme une folle. David, tout en se faisant sucer, profite de se saisir d'une petite bouteille d'huile déposée sur la table. Il s'en enduit généreusement les mains et commence à lui en badigeonner sur le sexe. Il lui dit qu'avec ça, elle va jouir beaucoup plus fort. Elle ressent un picotement sur *** sexe qui devient hyper sensible. David change de position et présente *** pieu à l'entrée de sa chatte. Il l'a pénètre tout gentiment restant immobile par moment. Ma femme se tortille déjà dans tous les sens. David s'enfonce alors d'un coup et ne bouge plus. Il lui dit qu'elle va se faire baiser comme une salope. A ce moment précis, elle est surprise par un flash et constate qu'un autre noir est dans le salon entrain de les photographier. Elle veut bouger mais David commence alors un va-et-vient régulier tout en discutant avec *** ami Pierre. Celui-ci se déshabille et complimente ma femme sur sa beauté. Elle veut réagir mais David s'applique à la pilonner. Il l'oblige à lui faire dire qu'elle veut le sexe de Pierre. Subissant les assauts, elle répond entre deux respirations qu'elle a envie du sexe de Pierre. Celui-ci s'approche de Fabienne et lui donne sa grosse queue à sucer, ce qu'elle fait avec difficulté en rai*** du rythme imposé par David. Après quelque 20 minutes de ce traitement, David sort *** sexe de sa chatte toute dégoulinante et commence à s'attaque à *** petit cul. Déjà épuisée, elle essaye de repousser cette attaque, mais Pierre la tient pendant que David la pénètre. Pierre profite de lui pincer avec douceur *** clitoris tout sensible. Hystérique, elle s'abandonne totalement à ces deux amants qui en profite toute la journée pour *** plus grand plaisir. En début d'après-midi, lors d'une pause David lui demande d'aller prendre une douche pour se laver. Pensant que c'est fini, elle se lave, se rhabille et se remaquille un peu. En sortant de la salle de bain, David se couche par terre et l'oblige à venir s'empaler sur *** sexe en érection. Bassin contre bassin, David la penche en avant et commence à la limer. Pendant ce temps, Pierre vient derrière elle et pointe *** pieu à l'entrée de *** petit cul déjà dilaté par les assauts précédents. Ne pouvant se débattre, elle se fait prendre en sandwich pour la première fois et crie sa jouissance. Elle ne contrôle plus rien et se fait baiser comme une véritable chienne. Le pire, c'est qu'elle en redemande. Elle est totalement soumise à ces deux amants blacks qui en profite au maximum. En fin d'après-midi, ils lui demandent de s'organiser pour venir passer un week-end chez eux où elle sera exhibée en boîte de nuit et baiser comme une salope durant 2 jours. Avant de quitter l'appartement, elle les suce une dernière fois, gourmande de leur sexe noir. Toujours perchée sur ses talons, elle regagne difficilement la voiture avant de rentrer chez nous. Le soir au lit, elle se refuse à moi prétextant une forte douleur au ventre...

Quelques jours après *** aventure avec ces deux amants blacks, ma femme me dit qu'elle se rend pour le week-end prochain chez une amie avec qui elle travaille pour assister à un concert, précisant qu'elle passera la nuit chez elle.

Donc, le vendredi soir, elle prépare ses affaires pour partir samedi. Le matin en l'aidant à mettre *** sac de voyage dans le coffre, je constate qu'elle a même pris quelques paires d'escarpins et sandalettes à talon vertigineux. Quand je lui en fait la remarque, elle m'explique que c'est juste pour les montrer à sa copine. Elle est, comme à *** habitude, habillée bien sexy. En l'embrassant avant le départ, je pose ma main sur ses hanches et ses fesses et me rends compte qu'elle porte un porte-jarretelles.

Sur le trajet, elle appelle David pour lui dire qu'elle est en manque de sa grosse queue noire ainsi que celle de Pierre. David lui confirme qu'elle va passer un week-end inoubliable.

Après une petite demi-heure de route, elle arrive chez *** amant. A peine arrivée chez lui, sa robe tombe à terre et elle se retrouve vite en bas, porte-jarretelles et talons hauts. Tout en buvant un verre, David la caresse partout et admire les sous-vêtements qu'elle porte. Il la photographie dans différentes positions subjectives et elle s'en amuse bien. Elle apprend que Pierre va les rejoindre plus tard. Branlée et sucée comme une reine, elle a déjà jouit plusieurs fois au salon. David l'invite ensuite dans sa chambre et lui propose de l'attacher sur le lit, ce qu'elle accepte. Elle se retrouve bras et jambes écartées. Totalement soumise, David lui suce sensuellement *** clitoris et arrête aussitôt dès que le plaisir monte. Elle est maintenue au bord de la jouissance et implore de se faire baisée. David continue *** jeu vicieux. Ma femme est prête à tout pour jouir. David sort un pinceau et effleure le sexe lisse de mon épouse. Elle se trémousse dans tous les sens. Il sort également quelques godes en lui demandant lequel elle veut essayer.

C'est à ce moment que j'appelle mon épouse sur *** téléphone mobile.

Entendant la ***nerie caractéristique, elle dit à David de la détacher pour qu'elle puisse me répondre. Au lieu de cela, il va dans le salon, se saisit du *** mobile et revient dans la chambre tout en me répondant. Il s'assied à ses côtés et la caresse de plus belle.

Sans aucune gêne, il se présente et m'explique qu'il est l'amant de ma salope de femme. Il me dit qu'elle a pris goût à *** sexe noir ainsi qu'à celui de ses amis et qu'il la garde pour le week-end. Ensuite, il colle le portable à l'oreille de ma femme pour qu'elle me confirme le plaisir qu'elle éprouve. J'entends ma femme qui soupire car le salaud la doigte bien à fond et alterne en jouant avec *** clitoris. Il l'incite à me dire que c'est une pute à blacks. Entre deux râles, elle me dit qu'elle m'aime mais qu'ils lui font trop du bien puis elle jouit.

David reprend le combiné et me dit qu'il me rappellera plus tard. Quelques minutes après, je reçois plusieurs MMS et vidéos du mobile de mon épouse. Je la découvre en dessous sexy, attachée sur un lit, un black entre ses cuisses....Sur une autre photo, elle suce et branle un sexe noir de belle dimension...Et enfin, à quatre pattes, elle a en sexe dans *** petit cul et un autre dans la bouche....Je n'en reviens pas, ma toute douce est une vraie salope à blacks.

David me rappelle pour me dire qu'il va ****** d'elle avec un ami et qu'après elle devra s'habiller comme une véritable pute et sortir dans une boîte fréquentée principalement par des noirs. Avant de raccrocher, il précise que ça ne sert à rien de le rappeler mais qu'il va envoyer des vidéos des exploits de ma femme.

Quelque 20 minutes après, mon téléphone ***ne. C'est ma femme qui me parle difficilement car David la pilonne lentement et l'oblige à me dire qu'elle aime les sexes noirs, qu'elle leur appartient, qu'elle aime faire la pute et qu'elle adore les sucer.

Je suis hyper jaloux mais aussi hyper excité.

Durant la soirée, je reçois encore des vidéos et photos. Je vois ma femme habillée super sexy avec ses sandalettes à talons vertigineux. Elle est assise dans un salon, les cuisses gainées de bas et retenus par un porte-jarretelles, entre deux blacks qui la caressent : Un troisième se trouve à genou entre ses jambes et lui lèche le sexe. Elle a la tête en arrière et se trémousse comme une folle. Sur une autre vidéo, elle danse avec un noir qui la pelote partout et l'exhibe de manière impudique.

Elle est totalement sous leur emprise et je ne peux rien faire. Je passe une très mauvaise nuit.

Le lendemain, quand elle rentre à la mai***, elle a la mine défaite. Après une longue, très longue discussion, elle me dit qu'elle m'aime mais qu'elle a besoin d'être soumise de la sorte de temps à autre. *** plaisir serait que je sois présent mais uniquement pour la regarder faire la garce.....

La soumise d'Andy



Une petite propriété, où vive Marie et Pierre, tous deux retraités, va être le cadre d'évènements étrange.
Marie 60 ans, elle était prof de sport, tout comme Pierre 62 ans, ils ***t à la retraite depuis déjà quelques années mais continuent le sport, Marie dirige bénévolement une salle de fitness et de gym, Pierre est entraîneur de l'équipe de foot locale et fait parti du club de vélo.
Malgré leurs ages, ils ***t ce qu'on appelle de beaux sexagénaires, Marie, un corps musclé qu'envient les femmes de 30 ans et Pierre un corps de jeune homme, ils ont tous deux une santé de fer, mangent bio, font leur jardin, enfin la vie saine de gens simples.
Ils ont une fille Camille, 40 ans belle brune aux yeux bleus, prof de sport comme papa et maman, mariée à Franc 45 ans VRP, ils ont une fille de 20 ans Carole, qui est à la fac, elle à un petit copain François, beau jeune homme de 25 ans qui est prof dans le Lycée ou enseigne Camille, elle l'a connu car il est bien ami avec sa mère, ils ont aussi Andy, jeune homme de 18 ans qui lui est très proche de ses grands-parents et passe toutes ses vacances avec eux depuis qu'il est tout jeune, sa grand-mère n'a eu qu'une fille et c'est pour elle comme *** garçon.
Camille est très liée à sa fille, elles ***t complices et s'adorent, la jeune fille veut faire comme maman, prof de sport et la suit dans toutes ses activités extra professionnelles.
Franc lui est toujours sur les routes et ne rentre qu'en fin de semaine, cette année les vacances ***t prévues chez Marie et Pierre, il sera là, il a un mois entier, donc il viendra en août, la mère et la fille iront début juillet, François vient avec Carole, elle veut le présenter à ses grands-parents.
Marie et Pierre accueillent leur fille et petite fille à bras ouvert, ils ***t heureux, ils les voient si peu souvent.
François sympathise immédiatement, il adore le sport et va faire un peu de vélo avec Pierre et Carole.
Quand on est en vacance on se lâche un peu et on ne fait plus trop attention à prendre certaines précautions, ce qui est évité en temps normal devient naturel quand on se repose, on pense être seul mais il y a toujours un œil pour voir, ce qui devrait rester un secret.
Il est 15h François est parti faire du vélo avec Pierre et Camille, Andy, Marie et Carole ***t seuls dans la mai***.
Marie va faire une petite sieste, Carole est à la piscine, elle cherche Andy et ne le trouve pas, il est au salon, il écoute de la musique, la jeune fille va vers *** jeune frère.

- Tu fais quoi bêta ?
- J'écoute un peu de musique !
- Tu es bête ou quoi, pour une fois qu'on est seul, grand-mère dort, viens, on va dans ma chambre !
Le frère et la sœur se tiennent la main et vont dans la chambre de la jeune fille, aussitôt entré, ils se jettent sur le lit, nus, s'embrassent à pleines bouches, il caresse les seins de la jeune fille, elle masturbe la hampe déjà gonflée, prend le vit dans sa bouche, la langue de *** frère pénètre dans sa vulve juteuse, elle suce le gland, il titille de la langue le clitoris, remonte le long de *** ventre pour prendre la pointe d'un sein dans sa bouche, elle dirige le pieu vers *** fruit offert, il s'enfonce en elle d'un mouvement de rein.
- Oh ! Mon amour, il y avait si longtemps, je meurs sans toi, ce couillon de François ne sait pas me faire jouir comme toi !
- S'il ne baisait pas maman peut être, qu'il serait mieux au lit !
- Il baise maman ? Tu es sur de ça ?
- Et de bien d'autre chose ma chérie !
- Que veux-tu dire ?
- Je te raconterais plus tard, j'ai trop envi de toi !
Le pieu en elle la fait divaguer, elle ne retient pas ses gémissements ni ses cris de plaisir, *** frère la fait jouir comme aucun de ses amants n'y a jamais réussi, c'est lui qui l'a dépucelée mais depuis elle n'en a jamais trouvé un comme lui.
Il fait des ravages dans *** ventre, il est le seul à qui elle donne *** anus, il est pourtant énorme, bien plus que les autres mais à lui elle ne refuse rien, elle avale *** sperme, se laisse prendre autant qu'il veut et comme il veut.
Elle est en levrette, elle sait qu'il va la prendre un moment dans sa vulve mais va venir prendre *** anus, elle se décontracte en caressant *** clitoris, sa rondelle s'ouvre, laissant le pieu se ficher en elle, il est dans ses entrailles, elle continue à se branler et jouit encore, il remplit *** ventre de foutre.
Il vient de la faire jouir encore, épuisés, ils ***t un contre l'autre.
- Alors raconte c'est quoi que tu sais ?
- François couche avec maman depuis longtemps, ils oublient que je suis dans le même lycée qu'eux et que je vois leur manège !
- Ce salop baise ma mère et il a osé me demander en mariage ? Je vais me venger !
- Ce n'est pas tout, grand-père aussi !
- Aussi quoi ?
- Il baise maman, ici je suis chez moi tu sais, quand j'y suis et on ne fait pas attention à moi, alors j'entends des conversations que je ne devrais pas entendre, surtout au téléphone !
- Grand-mère le sait ?
- Non, tu es folle, ce serait un scandale !
La porte de la chambre s'ouvre, sur Marie qui entre folle de rage.
- Tu veux répéter ce que tu viens de dire, je n'ai pas bien entendu au travers de la porte !
- Grands-mère tu écoutais ?
- Tu n'es pas discrète ma fille, je pensais que tu faisais l'amour avec François, quand j'ai entendu la voix de ton frère, je suis tellement surprise que vous soyez amants tous les deux que je voulais en avoir le cœur net, raconte-moi ton grand-père et sa fille, c'est vrai ça, tu en es sur et François baise aussi ta mère ?
- Oui et où crois-tu qu'ils ***t allés, tous les trois en vélo et pourquoi grand-père n'a pas voulu me prendre, je peux même te dire où ils ***t allés, à la crique de sable blanc, si tu ne me crois pas, tu regarderas dans leurs chaussures quand ils vont revenir et tu remarqueras que maman ira vite prendre une douche sans même passer nous voir !
- Comment tu sais ça ?
- J'ai entendu grand-père et maman parler ce matin, il voulait être seul avec elle, cet après midi mais elle lui a dit de prendre François que ce serait super à trois !
- Si tu dis la vérité mon chéri, je te promets que ton grand-père va le regretter et ta mère aussi, quant à ce François ma puce, laisse le tomber si il baise ta mère !
- Je le garde, comme je vis chez lui je ne suis pas obligé de payer un studio !
- Je te payerais un studio laisse tomber ce salop !
- Toujours est-il que je ne sais pas ce que te fait ton frère mais à t'entendre jouir ce doit être un bon coup !
- Super coup mamie, il fait l'amour comme un dieu !
- Dommage que je sois si vieille, je tenais ma vengeance !
- Tu n'es pas vieille, tu as un corps magnifique mamie et un esprit si jeune, tu ressembles à maman, elle est même moins bien fichue que toi !
- Tu dis ça pour me faire plaisir ma puce, tu es gentille, bon, ils ne vont pas tarder à arriver, je veux voir si ce que tu dis est vrai, je connais ton grand-père, s'il vient de faire ça, il baissera les yeux devant moi et sera tout amoureux, si chaque fois qu'ils ont fait une balade en vélo, Camille et lui, ils ont fait l'amour, je suis plus que cocu car cela dure depuis l'age de ses 16 ans et il revenait chaque fois plus penaud et amoureux que la fois d'avant, j'ai toujours pensé que c'était de m'avoir laissé seule, ils étaient si proche que je pensais que c'était bien de les laisser un moment seul !
Ils ***t en bord de piscine quand les autres arrivent, Camille fonce immédiatement à la douche, Pierre vient faire la bise à sa femme les yeux baisés et l'air un peu penaud, François à l'air fier de lui et plonge dans la piscine, il veut venir contre Carole mais celle ci va contre *** frère.
Marie regarde *** mari dans les yeux et comprend que ce qu'a dit *** petit-fils est vrai, François a quitté ses chaussures de vélo dans le patio et elles ***t pleines de sable blanc.
Le soir même Carole refuse de dormir dans la même Chambre que François, elle prétexte une fatigue et ses règles et va dormir dans la chambre de *** frère, il y a deux lits jumeaux, cela ne réveille pas la suspicion.
Marie ne dit rien, elle mûrit sa vengeance, *** salop de mari la trompe et avec sa propre fille, 40 ans de mariage et elle est maintenant sure, qu'il couche avec Camille depuis ses 16 ans.
Il veut lui faire l'amour mais elle se refuse, elle sait pourtant que chaque fois qu'il l'a trompé, il se surpasse mais elle n'a pas envi de lui, elle veut le punir et fort, lui faire mal, elle va prendre un amant et le montrer aux yeux de tous, le divorce ne lui semble pas exclu.

Prendre un amant ! Mais qui ? Un de ces vieux ventrus qui viennent à la gym ? Beurk !
Non il faudrait un jeune, *** gendre par exemple ! Non, elle ne l'aime pas du tout avec ses airs de tout savoir sur tout ! Qui alors ? On réfléchira plus tard, le sommeil vient enfin la prendre et la faire rêver de l'amant parfait.
Carole est déterminée, elle ne veut plus de François, sa grand-mère lui a ouvert les yeux, ce n'est pas l'homme qu'il lui faut.
Elle cherche le moyen de découvrir qu'il couche avec sa mère et le trouve, le plus simplement du monde, en entrant dans la chambre où couche François, en principe seul et en pleine nuit.
Bien sur, il y a là Camille nue dans les bras de *** amant, la jeune fille cri au scandale et ameute la mai***, tout le monde peut constater l'adultère des deux amants.
Elle vient de trouver sa vengeance, Camille est montré du doigt, par sa mère, *** père ne peut faire autrement que de suivre le mouvement, il dévoilerait trop de choses s'il en était autrement.
Andy fait le jeune garçon outré et menace de téléphoner à *** père, la pure galère pour Camille, François doit quitter la mai*** en pleine nuit et elle doit subir l'opprobre des siens.
Marie insulte proprement sa fille, prenant parti pour Carole et pour *** petit-fils, il doit téléphoner à *** père et tout lui dire.
Camille supplie, c'est une erreur, elle avait un coup de cafard, elle a cédé à la jeunesse, enfin le genre d'excuses qui passent mal dans un confessionnal. Surtout quand on connaît la réalité.

Pour le moment rien n'est fait, il est deux heures du matin et tout le monde retourne au lit.
Marie et Pierre dans leur chambre, Carole et *** frère dans la chambre de celui ci, et Camille dans sa chambre.
La jeune femme ne peut dormir, l'épée de Damoclès qui pèse sur elle, est terrible, si *** aventure avec François se sait, s'en est fichu de sa tranquillité familiale et professionnelle, on la montrera du doigt, elle risque même de perdre sa place, c'est mal vue de coucher avec le petit ami de sa fille et encore pire si c'est un prof dans le même lycée.
Elle tourne et retourne dans sa chambre, il faut qu'elle parle à *** fils, déjà si *** mari ne sait rien, elle sauve *** ménage.
Carole fait semblant de dormir, dans un des lits jumeaux et *** frère dans l'autre, ils savent qu'elle va venir.
Elle frappe à la porte et entre, elle pense que les jeunes gens dorment, elle allume la lumière et se dirige vers le lit de *** fils. S'assoit sur le lit et pose sa main sur *** épaule, en murmurant pensant que Carole dort.
- Andy mon chéri, je veux te parler !
Le jeune homme fait semblant de se réveiller, se frotte les yeux.
- Il y a quoi encore ?
- Je voudrais te parler !
- Ça ne peut pas attendre demain ?
- Non, il faut que je te parle tout de suite mais pas là, ta sœur dort, viens dans ma chambre !
- Laisse moi dormir, on parlera demain !
- Non ! Viens, je veux te parler tout de suite !
- Bon je te suis !
Arrivé dans la chambre elle s'assoit sur le lit et fait asseoir Andy.
- Mon chéri, j'ai beaucoup de torts mais il faut me comprendre, si tu dis quoi que ce soit à ton père, on va se séparer et ce n'est pas ce que je veux, tu sais ce n'est pas vraiment ma faute, il me draguait depuis longtemps et j'ai succombé !
- Maman arrête ton cinéma, tu couches avec lui depuis qu'il est au lycée, ça t'arrange qu'il soit le petit ami de ma sœur, tu le vois quand tu veux !
- Mais non enfin, Andy !
- Maman, ne fais pas la sainte nitouche, tu étais où il y a trois jours avec papi et François ?
- Je ne sais pas, je ne me souviens plus !
- Vous étiez à la plage de sable blanc, tous les trois, maman je suis loin d'être idiot et j'ai des oreilles, tu couches aussi avec papi et depuis longtemps!
- Mais non, tu te trompes !
- Non c'est toi qui trompe, papa, mamie, ma sœur, c'est pas un cul que tu as, c'est un chalumeau !
- Je ne te permets pas !
- Ferme ta gueule, si tu ne veux pas ramasser une claque, tu veux faire la grande dame avec moi, ok, je te promets bien des déboires, tu n'es qu'une salope, si tu veux, je te le prouve, j'ai une lettre de papi que tu n'as jamais reçu, tu veux que je la fasse lire à mamie ?
- Non !
- Tu vas faire ce que je veux, sinon je dis tout !
- Tu veux quoi ?
- Devine ! Toi déjà ! Que tu ne baise plus avec papi et je veux que tu sois ma soumise, tu feras ce que je te dirais !
- Tu veux coucher avec moi ?
- Pas pour le plaisir, tu n'es qu'une salope, non, pour te punir, quand tu es avec moi c'est moi qui commende, si tu fais une erreur, je te promets que tu le regretteras !
- Je ne veux pas coucher avec toi !
- Ça c'est ce que tu dis, ce n'est pas ce que moi je veux, vas chercher ma sœur, tu y vas nue et tu la caresses pour la réveiller, je vous veux toutes les deux ici dans moins de 10 minutes, sinon je vais dire à mamie que tu baises avec ton père ! Tu veux briser *** ménage aussi ?
- Je vais chercher ta sœur !

- On dit oui mon maître je vais chercher ta sœur, tu as compris grosse salope !
- Oui maître !
- Quand on est seul, tu me dis vous et m'appelle maître, tu as compris ou tu veux une baigne ?
- Oui maître, j'ai compris, je vous obéirai !
Elle revient quelques minutes plus tard avec sa sœur.
- Carole allonge-toi sur le lit, écarte les jambes, cette salope va te lécher la moule, j'ai envi de te baiser !
- Non, pas ça, je ne peux pas faire ça, s'il te plait !
- Carole tu veux qu'elle te lèche la chatte ?
- Oui, prend la dans sa chatte en même temps !
- Je te jure que si tu ne te dépêches pas de lui bouffer sa fente, je te rouste !
- Tu ne me fais pas peur, je suis prof de sport, je sais me défendre !
- Tien, prends celle la et défends-toi si tu peux !
La magistrale gifle à toute volée envoi Camille à terre, il la prend par les cheveux et la traîne au lit, sort *** vit et s'enfonce d'un coup dans *** ventre.
Elle ne peut pas réagir, ***née par la gifle, l'énorme pieu de *** fils fiché en elle lui donne un plaisir fou, elle se mord les lèvres pour ne pas hurler *** plaisir.
- Tu aime la baise grosse salope, tu vas en avoir et tous les jours, je te promets, que tu vas jouir et souffrir, du moment que tu baises avec ton père, il n'y a pas de rai*** que je ne te baise pas !
Carole est venue poser sa chatte sur la bouche de sa mère, les jambes écartées, elle plaque ses lèvres intimes sur le visage de Camille.
- Lèche ma chatte ou je lui dis de t'enculer à sec !
Camille lèche la vulve juteuse de sa fille, le pieu de *** fils fiché en elle, il la fait jouir, elle a encore la gifle qui ré***ne dans sa tête mais elle jouit, de lécher cette fente odorante de mouille et se faire prendre en même temps la rend folle de plaisir.
Elle sent le pieu grossir encore, il va lui jouir dans le ventre, elle sent les giclées de sperme l'inonder, elle jouit encore une fois, la bouche pleine de la jouissance de Carole.
Toute la nuit, *** fils et sa fille vont s'amuser de *** corps, elle a eu énormément mal quand il s'est enfoncé dans *** anus, malgré le fait que sa fille lui lèche la vulve, la douleur était insoutenable, *** fils a un pieu énorme et n'a pris aucune précaution pour la sodomiser, s'enfonçant en elle d'un seul coup de rein, sans la lubrifier n'y la dilater auparavant.
Il est le premier à se réveiller, il est dix heures du matin, il va prendre une douche s'habille et descend à la cuisine déjeuner.
Sa grand-mère est là avec *** grand-père, il dit bonjour à Pierre et va faire une bise à Marie, doucement à l'oreille il lui dit.
- Mamie je veux te parler seule !
- Déjeune et viens me rejoindre dans la petite chambre du fond, on sera seul !

Tatouage


Cela faisait déjà plusieurs mois que je désirai me faire un premier tatouage, une rose ou un papillon sur l'épaule ou le haut du bras, bref mais mon homme s'y opposait, il me répétait sans cesse si c'est pour faire un tatouage, faut en faire un sur ton sein, tes fesses, ou ton pubis comme ça il était tranquille avec mes demandes.
L'été était arrivé et les belles journées ensoleillées, mes collègues femmes avaient toutes ou presque, des dessins sur les épaules, bras, ventre pour certaines voir plus intime et un après-midi après le boulot, je faisais la route avec deux d'entre elles qui discutaient de se faire faire pour l'une un tatouage sur le pubis et pour l'autre de chaque côté des lèvres.
je les écoutai et finis par poser quelques questions:
Cela ne vous générai pas de faire un tatouage là? t'es obligée de te déshabiller non? c'est gênant déjà le gynéco j'en suis malade des semaines avant alors là? c'est une femme qui fait ça?"
Et l'une d'elle me répondit:
" T'es folle c'est un homme! si c'était une femme je ne l'aurai pas fait! non je suis pas gênée au contraire, mon homme croit que c'est une femme mais on est pas folles! hein Sandy?"
et elle lui répondit:
"c'est sur et crois moi si tu veux mais ça m'excite quand j'y vais, tu sais quand tu as 7 années de mariage comme moi, ton homme ne fais plus trop attention à toi, tandis que là, quand tu sais qu'il te regardes te mettre seins nus ça te fais des trucs! et en plus il est un peu dragueur alors ça nous fait du bien d'entendre dire qu'on est bien foutue etc...etc... car ton homme il a oublié ça depuis longtemps!"
A la maison, je repensai à tout ça et me disais que je devrai accepter la proposition de mon mari mais ...
je pris deux portos en apéro, mon mari était surpris de ça, je me mettais à rigoler pour un rien, j'étais un peu éméchée, après avoir dîner, on se mit au lit et on regarda un film.
puis le courage me prit et je lui dis:
"j'ai deux collègues qui on fait un tatouage encore, c'est super, elles ont de la chance elles!"
et il me répondit:
"Je t'empêche pas d'en faire du moment que je choisis ou le faire, je t'ai dit aux seins, fesses, ou autour de ton clito!"
Pensant être vite tranquille et là j'ose et dit:
"bon ok, je veux bien en faire un!"
il se tourne vers moi et dit:
"attention ou je veux, pas sur le bras ou l'épaule!"
"oui, si tu veux, tu choisis du moment que je peux en faire un!"
"je te prends au mot! ok une fleur autour d'un téton ou un soleil autour de ton clitoris!"
et je lui répond:
" ou tu veux, sur mes cuisses même ou en bas du dos! et rétorque:
"non ,le clito!"
et finis par lui dire:
"si tu veux à mon clito! mais demain sinon je ne veux pas car j'aurai plus le courage et tu me donneras du porto comme ce soir ça m'aidera!"

Le lendemain, dès le réveil, mon homme me brancha sur ma promesse de la veille et me rappela certains détails que j'avais promis.
Il est vrai qu'avant de m'endormir, épuisée par ses demandes, je lui avais promis, qu'il choisirait le motif du tatouage, l'endroit qui lui plairait et le choix de ma tenue pour y aller.
Après un petit café et petit déjeuner au lit, je pris ma douche, alors que je me lavais, il entra dans la salle de bain avec les habits qu'il avait choisis.
je sortis pour m'essuyer et constata qu'il avait pris la tenue la plus courte de mon armoire et le reste aussi.
Il me prépara ma jupette blanche très fine et surtout moulante, celle que je n'avais mis que durant les vacances il y a deux ans et encore entre nous et uniquement à la mai***! mais aussi un top blanc en voile mi ventre et très décolleté et cela avec un slip et soutien gorge noir, c'était de la provocation.
je lui fis la remarque que du blanc dessous ça se voyait très fort mais que du noir s'était visible de loin et très provocateur mais il ne répondit pas et me fit:
"Je t'attends on y va dans 5 minutes!'
mais je lui répondit illico:
"Mais enfin je dois me raser, je ne peux pas y aller comme ça! "Mais il me rétorqua:
"Plus le temps Chérie, on fera ça là bas!"
je fus surprise de sa remarque mais tant pis pour lui, me disais-je.
je descendis vêtue comme il le voulait, on voyait mon slip et soutif au travers à 100% mais rien ne le fit changer d'avis.
Malgré la promesse d'y aller en voiture, il m'emmena à la station de bus ou deux dames étaient déjà présentes, le bus arriva, le chauffeur me regarda d'un air très intéressé et alors que j'avais trouvé une place assise il me fit rester debout dans l'allée centrale en me tenant aux poignets suspendues, ma jupe étant déjà très courte le fait de lever mon bras la fit devenir encore plus mini et dans la vitre je voyais presque mon slip.
Mon homme me dit à l'oreille:
"Quel succès ma chérie! tes cuisses ***t superbes et ton petit slip fait de temps en temps *** apparition!"
J'étais très gênée et cela devait se voir car j'avais très chaud au visage.
Enfin on arriva à la boutique et surprise, il avait pris rendez-vous pour ce matin et on nous attendait.
Le type était le même que celui dont parlaient mes collègues de travail.
Mon homme n'y alla pas par quatre chemins et dit:
"c'est pour un tatouage pour ma femme, elle en voudrait un au clitoris, vous pouvez montrer ce que vous avez?"
Je ne répondis même pas à ses men***ges car le type était très souriant comme le disaient les copines de boulot."
Il choisit une demie marguerite dont le centre était mon clitoris,pétales blanches et capuchon tatoué en jaune et se fut le coup de grâce quand il demanda:
"elle n'est pas rasée ,vous pouvez lui faire une épilation totale?"
"Oui bien sur, je fais le forfait total "O" poil à 55 € ou à la demande!"
"Le total c'est quoi?"
"Tout, pubis,entre cuisses, aisselles, ventre, jambes et seins si il y a du duvet!"
"Ok pour le forfait total "
J'étais abasourdie et incapable de réagir!

Il nous fit entrer dans *** "labo", pièce ou il pratique ses tatouages et autres services.
il referma la porte derrière lui, il y avait au centre une table d'examen comme chez le médecin ou gynéco, armoires avec *** matériel, deux chaises, un tabouret à vis au bout de la table, un porte manteau, un distributeur d'eau automatique et évier et rangement et tout le nécessaire de désinfection.
je n'étais pas trop à l'aise car c'était la première fois que j'allais me mettre en petite tenue (du moins c'est ce que je croyais ) devant un étranger, à part mon médecin et mon gynéco, car mon homme n'hésita pas à demander:
"Vous commencez par le forfait épilation sans doute?"
"Oui bien sur, pour le tatouage c'est obligé!"
Et là il se tourne vers moi et me fait:
"Tu peux retirer ta jupe, le Top et ton soutif chérie!"
j'étais toujours aussi muette, impossible de sortir un mot de mécontentement, j'étais comme ***********.
je tirai mes sandales, abaissa ma jupe, la tira, puis se fut mon top et soutien gorge, j'étais en slip seins nus.
Mon homme m'aida à monter sur la table, je m'installai à peu prés confortablement quand le type dit:
" Ah, je commence par le pubis, si vous voulez bien enlevez votre culotte!"
Mon homme ne prit aucune précaution, il saisit les côtés de mon slip, me demanda de soulever mes fesses et ôta mon slip."
le cauchemar n'était pas fini, le type prit des étriers de table et dit:
"je vais mettre ceci pour y poser les jambes de chaque côté de la table, c'est plus pratique pour bien faire entre les cuisses et les lèvres et c'est plus confortable pour vous!" il me fit un petit sourire.
Quelle honte quand j'ai du écarter mes jambes pour les mettre sur les supports mais en plus il éloigna les étriers de la table en tournant une molette située au bout de la table et je sentais mes cuisses s'ouvrirent de plus en plus mais surtout de part l'écartement des cuisses, mes lèvres qui se séparaient et s'ouvraient et je me doutai que l'on voyait l'ouverture de mon vagin.
Il me rasa d'une façon très professionnelle, aucune douleur même que ses doigts se plaçaient par moment à des endroits plus sensibles qui me faisaient faire des petits sursauts très gênants.
Puis il fit mes jambes,mon bas ventre, mes aisselles et un peu de duvet sur les seins que j'ignorai totalement.
Puis il attaqua la marguerite, cela piqua un peu pour faire les pétales mais sans plus: mais dès qu'il fit le capuchon cela devint plus sensible, quelques larmes coulèrent puis alors qu'il désinfectait le tout il insista tellement sur mon capuchon, que je sentis celui-ci glisser en arrière et se décalotter totalement laissant apparaître mon clitoris comme lors des stimulations.
et mon homme fit:
"Tu as tellement arrosé ta petite marguerite que ta fleur s'ouvre ma chérie! ton clito est sorti, c'est pour remercier monsieur?"
J'étais gênée, je ne sus répondre que:
" Oh excusez moi, je!!, je!!, euh: ne sais pas, excusez moi, c'est venu tout seul!"
je ne savais plus ou me mettre en plus mon homme donna l'autorisation de me photographier pour me mettre dans l'album, il refusa même de cacher mon visage et à l'écran on voyait bien ma tête, mes fesses écartées et mon sexe ainsi que le motif et ce clitoris en gros plan.
Voilà que je me lève, le type me conseille de ne pas remettre mon slip pour aujourd'hui afin d'éviter les frottements.
je me suis rhabillée sans ma petite culotte et nous sommes partis, à la mai*** j'ai fait la tête à mon homme mais, j'ai vite oublié cela car j'avais enfin un tatouage et il m'avait promis de choisir le prochain

Experience de chienne



Je m'appelle Claudia, j'ai 22 ans et mon plus grand passe temps est de surfer sur le web pour trouver des rendez-vous coquin. Aujourd'hui, l'homme que je dois voir se nomme Patrick et habite à Lille.

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Après 2 longues heures de train, ce dernier s'arrêta à mon arrêt. Je descendis du train et un homme, ayant la trentaine, me fit de grands signes. J'esquissai un sourire et le rejoignis. Il prit mes bagages et m'indiqua le chemin à prendre jusqu'à sa voiture. Je m'assis à l'arrière. Nous roulâmes une petite demi-heure, avant d'arriver devant une gigantesque enseigne, où l'on pouvait facilement lire "Vétérinaire et bureau scientifique". Par la fenêtre, je vis énormément de chiens, toutes races confondues. Il y avait toutes les tailles, tous les poids, toutes les couleurs. Le moteur de la voiture s'arrêta. La portière s'ouvrit. Patrick me demanda d'enlever mes vêtements. Il tenait une laisse dans sa main droite. J'enlevai donc, mon chemisier blanc, ma petite jupe noire, mon soutien-gorge blanc, mes collants, mes chaussures et mon petit string à froufrous. Après, il me mit ma laisse et me l'attacha autour du cou. Il me susurra quelques mots doux à l'oreille, puis il me demanda de me mettre à quatre pattes. Beaucoup de gens me regardaient, d'un air moqueur.

Patrick s'adressa à l'une de ses per***nes, et elle répondit avec un regard de supériorité: "C'est ton nouvel ******? La meute va la rencontrer?" et Patrick souriait.

Arrivée à une intersection, je regardais d'un oeil soumis, les hommes. Il m'enviaient, me désiraient, et j'aimais cela. Mon maître palpa mes gros seins de chiennes, pour exciter tous ces hommes, qui bandaient terriblement. Nous avancions vers deux portes grises, que Patrick poussa d'un geste rapide et ******.
Je vis une grande table de métal, et des instruments étranges posés à coté. Il y avait une grille, dans un coin de la salle, où pouvait à peine passer, un Humain accroupi.

Patrick prit deux tabourets et les posa près de la table. Il m'enleva mon collier, et m'ordonna de monter sur les tabourets et d'aller sur la table. Elle était froide, même glacée. Il prit un stéthoscope et tâta mon ventre, puis mon dos. Tout mon corps fût parcouru d'un immense fris***.
Il me re-palpa les seins, puis prit la température de ma chatte. Ensuite, il m'attacha à la table, les cuisses bien écartées. Il amena une sorte de tapis roulant, le plaça de la grille jusqu'à la table.
Il me dit :
-Tu es prête ?
-Mais.. Je ne sais pas ce que tu vas me faire..
-Tu vas avoir un peu mal au début, mais tu verras ça ira très vite, et tu adoreras j'en suis sur.

Après ces paroles, il appuya sur un bouton vert, et la grille s'ouvrit.

Le silence était maître.
Ma chatte était en feu.

Soudain, un gros chien actionna le tapis roulant. Je ne pus le distinguer, car je ne pouvais pas me retourner. ******* renifla ma chatte, lécha ma mouille et me chevaucha. Il cherchait le trou de ma chatte, mais il ne le trouvait pas. Patrick finit par l'aider. Le chien fit des mouvements de va-et-vient continu, pendant très longtemps et tout ce manège m'excitait au plus haut point. Je sentais l'orgasme arriver. "Il arrive, oui... continue, oui, oui, ouiiiiii...." Tout *** sperme se répandit dans ma belle chatte de pute, soumise corps et âme, à un vulgaire chien. Mais, il ne s'arrêta pas là. Il fourra sa bite dans mon cul, bien décider à me faire jouir comme jamais. Tel un marteau-piqueur, il me défonça le cul. J'étais souillé de liquide blanchâtre. Puis, il partit.

Quelques minutes après, j'aperçus une avalanche de chiens débouler. Ils étaient, des centaines! Et tous me défonçèrent la chatte et le cul, tous léchèrent ma mouille, les uns après les autres. Lorsque le dixième chiens m'essaya et qu'il partit, je n'en pouvais plus. De fatigue, je m'écroulai sur la table, mouillée. Patrick prit un plateau et mit le plateau sous mon ventre, pour que mon bassin soit toujours en hauteur.

***

Dans la soirée, il fit comprendre aux chiens qu'ils devaient arrêter. J'étais fatiguée. Il me remit ma laisse et tira dessus, pour que je daigne le suivre. Les gens voyaient ma chatte et tout mon corps maculé de sperme. C'est à peine si je pus arriver jusqu'à la voiture. Dans cette dernière, je m'endormis instantanément. Mais mon sommeil fut court et Patrick me porta jusqu'à ma chambre.

Le sourire en coin, il me dit :

"Tu resteras bien quelques jours..."

COCU


L'histoire d'un couple d'amoureux qui vivent maintenant dans une relation cocu avec un taureau dominant


(dsl pour la traduction)


C'est l'histoire d'un jeune couple d'amoureux qui vivent maintenant dans une relation cocu avec un taureau très dominant , Nathan . Le couple , un homme de 23 ans nommé Jeremy et 22 ans, femme Ashleigh . Ils ***t jeunes et qui sait ce qui les attend dans la vie .
Cette histoire commence il ya un an quand ils avaient été ensemble pendant deux ans . Ils vivaient dans une petite ville du nom de Point Blackman dans les États-Unis , pour le job Ashleigh . Ashleigh venait commencé à travailler comme un garde du parc pour un organisme du gouvernement assez grand . Il a été ce qu'elle avait toujours voulu , mais le travail traduit par le passage de la ville à la petite ville de campagne , 6 heures de route de la mai*** . Cela signifiait aussi la vie loin de Jeremy , qui devaient rester dans la ville pour travailler. Il était un vendeur de voiture très réussie et a une clientèle grands de la ville. La relation entre Jeremy et Ashleigh a été très forte , ils s'aimaient profondément et une relation longue distance avait pas de barrière . Ils seraient encore voir les uns les autres les plus fins de semaine, que Ashleigh avait une liste 5 jours ouvrables et Andy avait tous les deuxième week-end au large .
La relation était très confiant et beaucoup de plaisir pour les deux tourtereaux . Ils ***t devenus récemment engagés et ils savaient que le travail Ashleigh était seulement dans la ville régionales pour une année , puis elle sera déplacée vers la ville . C'était presque une relation parfaite , la seule chose qui est apparu comme une faille dans la relation a été la vie sexuelle . Jeremy toujours aimé le sexe, mais Ashleigh n'avait pas déjà eu un orgasme pendant les rapports sexuels . Elle ne pouvait descendre sur la scène Jeremy orale, mais ne pouvaient tout simplement pas lors de rapports sexuels . Jeremy ne pouvait pas comprendre pourquoi, mais Ashleigh avait dit Jeremy avant qu'elle ne pouvait pas sentir sa bite pendant les rapports sexuels . Elle l'aimait et il n'avait pas d'importance , mais Jeremy a toujours eu cette dans *** esprit quand faire l'amour. Ashleigh pourrait même avoir une conversation pendant le sexe et Jeremy se sentir un peu déprimé par la présente , et il serait amener à éjaculer très tôt dans le sexe . Jeremy seulement avait un coq assez faible , ce qui a été de commencer à jouer sur *** esprit .
Ashleigh est étonnant , pourrait être un modèle si elle voulait . Elle est grande , 180cm , mince et un cul parfait avec un beau visage et bien que Jeremy était un ajustement beau mec , il a bien fait pour obtenir un tel fiancée à chaud . La vie sexuelle était frustrant, mais la vie l'amour était parfait .
Ashleigh avait déménagé et aimer *** nouveau travail. Elle fait quelques amis et rapide a été l'un des trois femmes dans *** nouveau lieu de travail , dix autres gars . Des gars dix, cinq d'entre eux étaient âgés de 22 à 28 et tous ont un goût instantané à ce nouveau collègue de travail à chaud . Il n'a jamais été un réel problème pour Ashleigh , comme elle a été utilisée pour sleazes frapper sur le dos dans la ville , et Jeremy jamais eu de problème avec ça non plus.
Ashleigh toujours eu à travailler sur le fichier même que 2 autres gardes du parc et de voir à ce que les forêts et la faune étaient bonnes pour le temps qu'elle était au travail . Répondre aux plaintes des animaux et percevoir des droits pour la forêt de campeurs . Elle a été associé avec 2 mecs , Steve , un de 27 ans et Nathan , âgé de 22 ans. Tous deux étaient un tantinet sordide mais elle savait qu'elle était dans une relation.
Ce ne semblait jamais s'arrêter si Nathan , qui font toujours des remarques sur Ashleigh . Ashleigh dirait Andy du problème, mais ne cessait ignorer les progrès de Nathan. Après tout, il était sans danger et elle aimé travailler avec les deux hommes . Outre qu'elle n'avait qu'à les voir pendant 8 heures tous les jours , ensuite de rester dans sa petite unité sur la plage de temps de nuit et du Voyage cours à la ville tous les jours du 5 au soit avec Jeremy . La relation se porte bien et les deux eu aucun problème jusqu'à un jour après Ashleigh ouvrage fini , elle a décidé de donner enfin à la pression locale des mecs et boire un verre avec eux à la crique de travail après une nuit .

Nathan , Steve et deux autres gars du travail rencontré Ashleigh au ruisseau près de 17 heures . Ashleigh rentré chez moi et j'ai changé dans ses vêtements normaux , mais aucun des gars l'avait vue sur les vêtements qu'elle portait Ranger long des travaux . Ce jour-là , elle portait une mini jupe et un top de baignade . Quand elle est arrivée le gars avait déjà bu quelques verres . Ce n'est que cinq d'entre eux et, quand elle releva le gars a commencé à siffler , Ashleigh était très embarrassé , mais aimait les compliments . Sa peau bronzée faisait appel à Nathan , qui ne pouvait détacher ses yeux de *** / Les autres gars savait Nathan avait le béguin pour elle et a promis de rester en dehors de *** chemin comme on savait qu'il était très vif et ils avaient tous les partenaires dans le ville.
Ce jour-là les gars utilisé le temps de faire connaissance avec Ashleigh , ils lui posaient des questions sur sa vie , sa relation avec Andy et lui demanda pourquoi elle était loin de lui , pourquoi il ne venait jamais à visiter et elle a toujours retourné. Les questions étaient toutes assez normal, mais fait Ashleigh se sentent un peu mal à l'aise , surtout quand Steve a déclaré: « Avec une femme comme vous , il doit avoir une grosse bite . " Tous les gars se mit à rire et Ashleigh rougit comme Nathan dit: « Ou les petites et c'est pourquoi vous voulez me juger car j'ai un vrai coq Mans . " Tous les gars une fois de rire et de Steve a répondu: « Eh bien, nous savons tous que c'est vrai. " Ashleigh juste assis en silence pendant un certain temps , la réflexion sur la façon dont ils ont essayé d'attirer *** dans , pense aussi à la façon dont ils semblaient sens sa vie sexuelle n'était pas grande . Comme elle était là tous les gars en dehors de Nathan est allé à la crique pour se baigner . Ashleigh aimé Nathan , mais ne se sentait pas à l'aise avec ses avances . Nathan était ivre et maintenant seul avec elle sur le bord du ruisseau .
Ashleigh a pris sa jupe large et a demandé à Nathan s'il voulait se baigner , il a dit qu'il avait mais il ne sous-vêtements sous *** pantalon . Ashleigh lui ai dit de se dévêtir et Nathan a fait exactement cela , dans *** sous-vêtements Calvin Klein , il a été semi - dur de regarder Ashleigh . Ashleigh sournoisement regarda vers le bas, la pensée Nathan ne regardait pas et ne pouvait croire la taille . Il a été massive et même pas debout, doit avoir été deux fois la taille de Andy, pensait-elle.
Comme elle était à la recherche Nathan a attiré *** attention sourit et dit: " Vous pouvez voir de plus près si vous voulez / Jeremy doit être petit, hein? "
Ashleigh répondit: « Qu'est-ce que tu racontes ? Tais-toi et viens nager " .
Ils ont procédé à la crique , mais Nathan arrêté Ashleigh et lui prit la main et dit: « Sentez-vous mon coq , c'est palpitant pour vous, je vous regarde , après tu reviens de la ville et vous pouvez l'aimer , mais je peux dire qu'il n'a pas savoir comment Vas te faire encule bien . "
" Qu'est-ce ? Nathan , tu es ivre , laisser aller », répondit Ashleigh et elle serra la main de Nathan loin et je suis retourné à sa voiture et rentra chez lui .
Elle a obtenu la mai*** et a appelé Jeremy , elle lui raconta ce qui s'était passé , sauf pour la regarder à la fourche de Nathan, bien sûr, et la taille de sa queue , car cela pourrait perturber Jeremy . Il était bouleversé , elle a dû passer par ce avec un mec du travail . Jeremy Nathan pense aussi a été de franchir la ligne , mais ne se sent pas menacé par *** comportement , comme Ashleigh lui avait dit qu'il était inoffensif . Alors qu'elle était sur le téléphone at-elle dit , " Oh , attendez une seconde . "
" Quoi? " répondit Jeremy .
«Nathan est ici, à mon unité , attendez sur la ligne ", a déclaré Ashleigh .
Jeremy écoute sur , mais ne pouvait rien entendre , deux minutes plus tard, Ashleigh était de retour sur le téléphone . Elle lui a dit Nathan venait plus à se demander si elle voulait lui baiser. Il lui dit qu'il ne savait pas si c'était parce que les autres gars étaient autour de ce qu'elle était mal à l'aise avec ce que Nathan lui avait dit . Jeremy était furieux et lui demanda ce qu'elle lui dit , Ashleigh répondit: « Je lui ai simplement demandé de s'en aller "
Jeremy était toujours en colère contre l' ensemble de la situation et lui dit d'attendre . Il prenait quelques jours de repos à venir lui rendre visite.

Jeremy est arrivé à Ashleigh et après un week-end il rentra chez lui . Que la semaine prochaine au travail Nathan passé toute la semaine en lui disant combien il était désolé et voulait vraiment être amis. Ashleigh est le type de pardonner et accepté les excuses. Elle a également dit que Nathan Jeremy était resté avec elle pendant le week-end et serait entrée à nouveau ce week-end . Nathan haï Jeremy , car il croyait Jeremy a été la rai*** Ashleigh ne lui baiser. Il voulait Ashleigh si mal . Il voulait Ashleigh et il ferait tout pour l'obtenir. Ashleigh n'avait aucune idée sur le plan de Nathan et chemin faisant, la pensée Nathan voulait être amis, pour répondre à Jeremy et à s'excuser pour ses actions . Ashleigh appelé Jeremy et lui ont dit qu'ils seraient tous répondre de la deuxième journée , il était là . Même s'il était encore en colère contre Nathan pour ce qu'il a essayé de le faire , il a compris Ashleigh avait à s'entendre avec les gars et a convenu .
Le premier jour de la visite , Jeremy et Ashleigh combattu parce qu'elle ne se sentait pas à faire l'amour. Jeremy était un peu fou . Il a été toute une semaine loin et l'idée de ne pas lui plaire lui avait fait commencer à penser qu'elle peut se désintéresser de lui. Ainsi, au lieu de rester pour la nuit , ils ont décidé de rencontrer quelques-uns des collègues de travail Ashleigh sur le ruisseau .
Une fois de plus les quatre gars étaient à même le ruisseau. Il se faisait tard et tous ont été un peu ivre . Ashleigh introduit Steve , Mjark et Sjcott , qui ont tous essayé de faire Jeremy se sentent les bienvenus . Nathan vient de dire bonjour et rapide , ils avaient bu quelques verres ensemble, partager des histoires sur le travail et la façon dont Jeremy et Ashleigh avait rencontré . Nathan fait aucun effort pour présenter des excuses à Jeremy et regardait toujours Ashleigh . Jeremy senti un peu gêné , mais il croyait qu'il serait le laisser glisser . Après tout, les autres gars étaient tous des amis avec Nathan et il venait à leur rencontre.
Après plusieurs bois***s plus Nathan appelé Jeremy loin du groupe . Jeremy pensait que c'était des excuses , mais Nathan a pris Jeremy loin de dire qu'il ne pouvait dire Ashleigh l'aimait . «Voyons , mon petit homme , je peux dire à votre fille ne reçoit pas le plaisir qu'elle mérite " . Jeremy , pas le type de violence, poussé Nathan et revint vers le groupe . Nathan était juste à regarder et à rire. Les autres gars qui voit la poussée dit Jeremy de ne pas s'inquiéter à propos de Nathan - il est inoffensif et juste une tête de bite en état d'ivresse . Ils calmé et Jeremy a parlé un peu plus.
Comme le jour transformé en nuit, ils ont commencé un barbecue et est allé chercher plus d'alcool .
Ils se ***t assis autour de jouer au poker et se rit de partage. Sortie de nulle part Steve a dit , " Let's play strip poker ! "Tout le monde a applaudi et ri Ashleigh .
Jeremy a dit: « Non, c'est injuste . Il n'ya qu'une seule femme. "
Les gars senti la jalousie et Mjark répondit: « Allez, Ashleigh porte deux fois plus que nous, et elle peut s'arrêter à des sous-vêtements »,
Ashleigh dit: "Ouais , fai***s-le ! "Les gars applaudi à nouveau . Jeremy regarda Ashleigh et de la pensée , elle a été de les jouer. Il savait qu'elle portait le plus sexy string et il est devenu un peu jaloux .
Ashleigh lui dit tout bas : «Il n'ya rien à craindre. Ceci est mon dernier week-end ici et je me déplace avec vous. Je peux commencer à travailler de retour dans la ville au zoo , c'est une grande offre d'emploi . "
Jeremy a été heureux d'entendre cela, et ressenti un grand sentiment de soulagement. Il avait toujours opposé à la partie et lui a demandé de venir chez lui ce soir que Nathan était une bite . Elle a accepté et ils ***t partis.
Les gars n'étaient pas trop heureux de la façon dont ils ont juste pris hors tension. Ashleigh dit Steve elle a fini de travailler il ya , elle pourrait obtenir un travail à la mai*** Retour zoo. Elle a dit qu'elle reviendrait dans quelques semaines pour effacer *** espace de bureau . astuces Nathan n'avait pas fonctionné cette fois , mais il croyait qu'ils le feraient. Il n'avait vraiment pas comme Jeremy et croit encore Ashleigh flirtait avec lui . Les autres gars tous pensé que c'était impoli de tout enlever et de la pensée Jeremy était un peu un branleur .
Le temps passait . Il avait été un mois depuis Ashleigh est de retour vivant avec Jeremy . Ils ont été profiter de la vie . Sexe était encore sombre, mais la vie était de retour à la normale - jusqu'au jour où ils ont été en regardant un film . Un mec nu apparut sur l'écran , et il avait tout à fait une grosse queue .
Jeremy a dit: " Wow c'est énorme. Doit être faux, tous les mecs ***t des faux film . "
Sans même y penser Ashleigh dit: « Je doute que c'est faux ... je veux dire , Nathan regardait quand il était plus nager ... » Elle s'arrêta et la salle se calme.
Jeremy a demandé , " Qu'est-ce que tu veux dire , vous l'avez vu nu? Vous , vous ... " Il commençait à rougir .
Ashleigh répondit: « Non, non ! Je suis désolé . Je voulais juste nous sommes tous allés se baigner et les gars tous les commentaires sur sa bosse , je veux dire il tient bon. "
"Oh, génial , " a déclaré Jeremy en colère .
«Je ne veux de mal ", a déclaré Ashleigh comme elle a attrapé Jeremy et a commencé à faire dehors.
Ils avaient le sexe, mais Jeremy n'a duré une minute , comme il n'a pas pu obtenir la pensée de commentaires Nathan hors de la tête . C'était bien assez qu'il avait un réel aller à Ashleigh , mais sachant Nathan a eu un gros paquet a vraiment commencé à se rendre à lui.
Après quelques jours de plus avaient passé Ashleigh avait un appel . Steve et Nathan dit qu'elle a quitté *** sac à main que sa grand-mère lui a donné au travail , et ils arrivaient à la ville de séjour pour un week-end et il serait de retour. Ils voulaient passer voir Ashleigh et muni d'un cran jusqu'à quelques bois***s, ils se sentaient mauvais pour la dernière fois qu'ils ont quitté. Ashleigh manqué les gars et bien que Nathan a une bite à Jeremy , elle avait des tas de plaisir avec eux. Elle a dit à Jeremy et après des heures de combat, il a finalement accepté qu'ils pouvaient venir pour quelques heures et quelques verres . Elle a dit à Steve pour s'assurer que Nathan était à *** meilleur comportement ou il serait demandé de partir.

Les gars se lève tard vendredi après-midi et a donné Ashleigh *** sac . Ashleigh avait préparé un barbecue pour eux et avait quelques bouteilles de scotch aussi. Le gars a commencé à boire et Nathan était très amical à Jeremy . Tout le monde était bien s'entendre et heureusement jouer au poker à côté de la piscine.
Nathan dit alors: « Let's play strip poker . "
Une fois de plus ils ont tous ri , sauf Jeremy . Ashleigh lui ai dit que pour égayer et Jeremy dit Ashleigh qu'elle buvait trop.
Nathan dit: «Elle n'a qu'à aller aux sous-vêtements . "
Il avait décollé de l'endroit où il l'avait laissé en arrière dans le pays . Le motif arrêté et Ashleigh convenu d'une voix forte ivre, «C'est seulement un jeu ». Jeremy finit par céder, mais a été un peu fou .
Ils ont joué quelques tours et Ashleigh n'était plus que de *** jean et un soutien-gorge . Les gars ont été s'efforçant de ne pas regarder ; Nathan ne se cachait pas ses regards à tous . Tous les autres gars étaient entièrement vêtus sauf Jeremy , en jeans et des sous-vêtements , et Mark dans *** jeans et des sous-vêtements .
Nathan fait un commentaire : «Eh bien , je parie Mjark est lui-même chiant , comme Ashleigh pourrait voir sa bite micro . "
Mjark dit: «Je ne prends pas de sous-vêtements hors tension. Ma femme me tuerait , et puis ce n'est qu'un petit coq que j'ai. " Mais alors quoi, ma femme qu'il aime. "
Nathan se mit à rire de lui-même. Il savait femme Mjark trop bien , et il savait aussi Mjark femme a aimé *** propre grand coq . Nathan a fucking la moitié de la ville retour à la mai*** .
Le jeu continue et tout d'un coup Ashleigh perdu une autre main. Les gars étaient un peu saoul et maintenant tous applaudi bruyamment !
" Enfin , je vais voir ce cul ! ", a déclaré Nathan .
Jeremy était fou , mais tous les gars ont dit qu'ils étaient en jouant jusqu'à la fin . Et ce fut la fin , ou ce qu'ils croyaient !
Ashleigh a pris *** jean large et lui a montré sexy, cul superbe et les jambes pour les gars . Nathan a commencé à ajuster sa queue dans l'excitation . Tout le monde pouvait voir que Nathan aimait ce qu'il voyait.
Jeremy a dit: « Assez, ça suffit! "
Ashleigh regardé fâché que Jeremy était en colère , mais assis . Il se tut , puis Nathan interrompu , "OK , j'ai beaucoup . Une proposition . "
« Non, interrompit Jeremy .
" Ecoutez les gars sur , murmura Mark en tant que Ashleigh regardait , se demandant ce qui allait sortir de la bouche de Nathan.
Nathan continua: « Vous savez tous que je veux baiser Ashleigh .
Jeremy était à la recherche dans l'incrédulité . «Attendez-moi pour finir , dit Nathan . «Je n'ai $ 5000 ici et je suis le mettre sur la table pour vous Jeremy . Tous les mecs nous dépouillera de sorte que nous avons sous-vêtements sur . Vous avez vos jeans et des sous-vêtements , vous pouvez aussi mettre votre chemise et le retour vers le haut . Quatre morceaux de vêtements pour nous quatre gars avec un morceau chacun. Vous devez vous éviter de perdre tous vos vêtements et d'obtenir au moins un d'entre nous nu et nous allons vous donner la somme de 5.000. Vos chances ***t grandes . "
Ashleigh , d'un air choqué , a déclaré: " Wow , 5000 $ , mais si il perd , ? Que faire si la prise de vue rare qu'il perd ?
Nathan continua: « Si je perd -il , et que moi, arriver à vas te faire encule , mais en face de Jeremy .
Jeremy était sans voix et Ashleigh semblait choqué.
«Pensez-y , c'est 5.000, dit Nathan .
Ashleigh est venu à Jeremy , Nathan regardait *** cul tout le temps . « Hun, il n'existe aucun moyen , vous perdrez . 5.000 est beaucoup d'argent . "
Jeremy a dit: « Mais si je le faisais, les douleurs, que serait pour nous! "
Ashleigh répondit: « Si nous avons perdu et il l'a fait , je promets de le détester. Mais ils ne peuvent pas tricher, si elles ne nous l'interrompre , et nous pourrions demander une compensation ?
Jeremy a répondu à Nathan , « Que faire si je perds encore et vous nous donner la moitié des fonds ?
Ashleigh été choqué que Jeremy a donné en tout juste comme ça, et était disposé à vendre *** corps fiancés à un homme qu'il détestait.
Nathan fait un bref commentaire. « Voyez, il pense que tu es sa pute . "
" Ce n'est pas vrai ", a déclaré Jeremy .
« Deal », a déclaré Nathan .
« OK , fai***s-le », a déclaré Ashleigh , l'air un peu contrarié à Jeremy .
« Non, ne soyons pas ", a déclaré Jeremy .
«Trop tard », a déclaré tous les gars , " Vous lui avez demandé et il a accepté . "
Ashleigh , toujours à la recherche choqué , alla s'asseoir entre Nathan et Steve .
" Oh merde alors, Jeremy a répondu avec colère , « Let's en finir avec ça , mais pas de triche . "
Il pensait que les chances étaient de *** côté , mais ne savait pas que ces gars-là ont tous été très bon au poker . Ils avaient joué tout autour , jusqu'à présent .
Ils ont commencé à jouer. Nathan et le gars a gagné les 3 premiers mains. Jeremy était juste ses sous-vêtements .
Nathan fait une remarque , je vais la baiser si bon Jeremy . Fuck elle comme vous ne pouviez pas . "
Jeremy devenait fou. Ashleigh regardait , en pensant à comment cela s'était jusqu'à présent, que dans quelques instants, elle pourrait être prise grosse bite de Nathan en face de Jeremy .
Nathan dit alors: « J'ai une autre affaire, un nouvel accord . Si vous perdez cette main , je suis fucking Ashleigh , mais vous avez une chance d'obtenir tous les 5000 $. "
" Comment ? ", a déclaré Ashleigh avec ses yeux brillants . Il avait beaucoup d'argent pour elle, et de l'argent qu'ils pourraient utiliser à bon escient .
" Nous allons tous prendre notre pantalon large et vous pouvez mesurer nos coqs . Si Jeremy est plus grand que au moins un d'entre nous , obtenez les 5000 $. "
" Et si non ? gémit Jeremy .
«Eh bien , je viens d'obtenir la satisfaction de votre robinet humiliante petite , comme elle devrait être plus grand que l' Majrk . " Tous les gars se mit à rire et a convenu qu'il serait petite, si elle était toute petite que la Mjark . " Mais s'il est plus petit , vous perdez tout l'argent , sauf 1.000 "
À ce stade, Jeremy devenait dur d'un sentiment confus, mais la bosse était sensible à Ashleigh . Il se demande si Ashleigh avait déjà laissé sur qu'il avait un coq petits , qu'elle n'avait jamais fait . Nathan a également été devient difficile et qu'il essayait de faire *** grand renflement plus sensible . Ashleigh pu voir la bosse dans le pantalon de Nathan et la colère dans les yeux de Jeremy.
Jeremy haut dit: « Cela doit cesser . "
"NO . Asseyez-vous et taisez-vous! commandé Nathan . "Nous avons eu un accord et nous terminons ce sujet. " Les autres gars tous d'accord .
" Nous avons eu un accord ", a déclaré Ashleigh d'une voix légère .
«OK», Jeremy a répondu d'une voix rauque .