les histoires de chrislebo

Je restais quelque peu abasourdi par le spectacle auquel je venais d'assister. Autour de moi les kleenex dans lesquels je m'étais masturbé en regardant mon épouse se faire prendre par tous les trous et y prendre apparemment beaucoup de plaisir. Je restais un long moment sur ma chaise, à regarder l'écran d'ordinateur montrant la pièce vide qui avait été le théâtre de sa débauche, puis je m'endormis. Il devait être aux environ de minuit.

Je fus réveillé par mon téléphone portable. Avant de décrocher, je regardais l'heure qu'il indiquait, 6h45. C'était le voisin :

- Je te réveille ?
- Heu, oui !
- Hé bien moi je vais pas tarder à aller me coucher, mais avant si tu veux je peux te raconter.
- Ah, oui, je veux bien !
- D'abord est-ce que tu as apprécié le spectacle hier soir ?
- Oui !
- Tu as vu comme on l'a faite couiner ta salope de femme ?
- Oui...
- Hé bien écoute la suite :

« Tout d'abord mon pote grosse bite et moi on avait un peu besoin de se reposer après l'avoir baisé tout ce temps dans tous les trous. J'avais le gland tout rouge de l'avoir enculée aussi fort, elle devait pas avoir trop l'habitude car elle était bien serrée. Alors on l'a amené chez l'épicier du village, tu sais le vieux Georges. A *** âge il a plus trop l'occasion de baiser, alors un morceau comme ta femme..., cela lui a bien plu. Quand il nous a vu arriver, il comprenait pas bien ce qui se passait. C'est sûr, il avait déjà vu ta femme venir faire les courses chez lui, elle qui râlait toujours que les prix ***t trop chers, mais il pensait pas qu'il pourrait la baiser un jour. Mais quand je lui ai dit que s'il effaçait mon ardoise il pourrait faire tout ce qu'il voulait, il a pas hésité longtemps. Ta femme était dans un état second, il faut dire qu'on lui avait fait finir la bouteille de Whisky dans la voiture. Il a commencé par lui attraper les nibards et surtout ses gros bouts... Ta femme se laissait faire sans réagir. Puis il l'a fait se mettre à quatre pattes et lui lécher la bite, les couilles et le trou du cul. Il aimait bien ça le vieux Georges se faire lécher le trou du cul par cette pute. Elle avait l'air d'aimer ça aussi ta femme, elle avait à nouveau la chatte mouillée. En voyant ça Roger a pas pu se retenir et l'a enfilé encore une fois. Elle a tout de suite joui, c'est vraiment une folle de la bite. Roger l'a pilonnée un peu puis il a laissé sa place à Georges... Mais le pauvre vieux n'est pas aussi bien monté et il flottait dans sa chatte. Alors il l'a enculée d'un coup, mais faut croire que ta femme aime ça aussi, elle s'est remise à jouir comme une truie en contractant *** cul. Le vieux n'a pas résisté et lui a envoyé la purée en la traitant de tous les noms.

Comme je lui demandais s'il avait pas une autre bouteille de Whisky pour remplacer celle qui était finie, il m'a dit OK mais qu'il fallait qu'il récupère l'ancienne pour la consigne. En la prenant, il dit qu'il la trouvait trop propre et il commença à l'enfoncer dans la chatte de ta femme, qui était restée à 4 pattes. Il la faisait tourner en l'enfonçant et cette chienne poussait des petits cris de douleur, mais il s'en foutait. Il réussi à la faire rentrer à moitié, puis il la laissa plantée dans sa chatte et il alla dans sa réserve en chercher une neuve, et *** appareil photo. Il nous offrit la bouteille à condition de pouvoir faire toutes les photos qu'il voulait. Et comme on n'avait pas de sous, on a bien sur accepté ! Une fois qu'il l'eut bien mitraillée, il se branla une dernière fois dans sa bouche et quand il l'eut inondée, il retira la bouteille et on a pu partir. »

Pendant qu'il me racontait ça, je ne pouvais pas m'empêcher d'imaginer le vieux Georges en train d'humilier mon épouse, lui qui semblait avoir 70 ans et un problème avec l'hygiène... J'aurais aimé pouvoir être là pour le voir et voir aussi la jouissance qu'il a pu lui amener... Il me tardait maintenant d'entendre la suite du récit !

- Pour la suite, je suis fatigué, alors tu vas te connecter sur le site suivant, je vais y télécharger la vidéo. De mon côté, je vais me coucher, ta salope m'a vidé !

Il me donna l'adresse d'un site de partage de gros fichiers sur lequel je me connectais immédiatement, pendant qu'il insérait une carte dans *** ordinateur. Il partit se coucher en me laissant dans l'attente que le fichier se télécharge. Cette attente me parut durer des heures alors qu'elle ne dut pas s'étendre sur plus de 2 à 3 minutes. J'étais à nouveau dans un état d'excitation avancé ! Et puis la petite flèche m'indiquant que le fichier pouvait commencer à être lu apparut, et c'est fébrilement que je cliquais dessus.

L'image était de bonne qualité, voire même de très bonne qualité étant donné que c'était de nuit et dans la voiture. Ma femme était assise à l'arrière en compagnie du cantonnier, pendant que le voisin filmait tout en conduisant lentement. Il la forçait encore à boire au goulot de la bouteille tout en lui enfonçant dans le sexe un objet que j'identifiais comme un concombre, qu'il avait du prendre chez l'épicier. Celui-ci de bonne taille semblait maintenant pénétrer dans *** intimité sans aucun problème après les assauts successifs qu'elle avait subit. La voiture ralentit et la caméra se déplaça pour me montrer l'endroit où la voiture arrivait. Il s'agissait d'un camp de caravanes, que j'avais vu s'installer il y a 3 semaines dans une commune voisine. Le voisin descendit de la voiture tout en continuant à filmer et s'approcha d'une des caravanes. Des chiens aboyaient au loin mais ne semblaient pas inquiéter outre mesure le porteur de la caméra. Il frappa à la porte et un gitan d'une cinquantaine d'années, l'air mauvais et sale ouvrit.

- Salut
- Salut
- Je t'apporte ce que je t'avais promis, tu as l'argent ?
- Montre-moi la marchandise d'abord
- OK
Le voisin fit un signe au cantonnier, qui ouvrit la portière et fit descendre ma femme. Sa tenue était vraiment indécente et des tâches de sperme souillaient sa veste de tailleur et ses bas. Quand elle se redressait, on voyait la naissance de *** sexe. Le gitan s'approcha, en fit le tour comme on regarde une bête au marché, ouvrit la veste pour sortir les seins de ma femme, les soupesa, tournant les tétons entre ses doigts, puis descendit vers *** sexe et lui mis immédiatement un doigt au plus profond. Mon épouse ne réagit absolument pas. Il ressortit *** doigt souillé de semence, et l'essuyant sur le visage de ma femme déclara :

- Il me semble qu'elle a déjà bien servi
- On l'a juste préparé pour que ce soit plus facile pour vous.
- Bon d'accord, rappelle moi les conditions
- 500€ pour en faire ce que vous voulez pendant 2 heures, à condition que je puisse tout filmer
- Ok pour 500€, mais 3 heures et aucune limite
- Ok, fais voir le fric
Le gitan sortit une liasse de billets de 20€ et en compta 25. Il les tendit au voisin qui les empocha. Il prit ensuite ma femme par le bras et l'emmena vers une remise qui semblait abandonnée au centre du campement. Ma femme titubait, certainement à cause de la forte quantité d'alcool qu'elle avait dû ingurgiter. Tout en marchant, il appela plusieurs per***nes qui sortirent de différentes caravanes. A l'intérieur de la remise, il y avait une table, un matelas à terre et quelques chaises. Et à ma grande surprise de nombreux projecteurs et 3 caméras qui semblaient être du matériel de professionnel.

- Tu vois, on a tout installé ici pour faire de bons films pornos à vendre sous le manteau
- Vous en faites beaucoup ?
- C'est pas facile de trouver les bonnes femelles pour le genre de porno qu'on fait, enfin souvent elles ***t moins belles que celle là ! Bon elle m'a chauffé un peu alors on va commencer par se la faire normalement, entre nous.
Le voisin fit faire un traveling à la caméra et il montra qu'il y avait maintenant dans la remise une dizaine de gitans, d'âges différents. Celui qui de toute évidence était le chef fit mettre ma femme à quatre pates et sortit *** sexe, de taille moyen mais déjà bien dur. Sans préliminaire il s'enfonça dans l'intimité de mon épouse qui n'offrit aucune résistance. Un autre vint se positionner devant et lui donna ses testicules à lécher, en lui tirant la tête en arrière par les cheveux. Quand elles furent bien luisantes de salive, il enfourna *** sexe au plus profond de sa gorge et lui donna de violents coups de reins, utilisant cet orifice comme un sexe. Le chef se retira brusquement et lui éjacula sur les fesses.

- Bon les gars à vous, mais vous avez vingt minutes, après il faut passer aux choses sérieuses.
Ce fut alors la curée, les hommes se jetant sur le premier trou de libre pour le pénétrer sauvagement. Le voisin filmait toujours, et il essayait de prendre le maximum de gros plans. Je pus donc facilement m'apercevoir qu'à un moment, ma tendre moitié avait deux bites dans le sexe pendant qu'elle en suçait une troisième. Et ce n'était pas fini... Plusieurs la sodomisèrent à la suite, le voisin faisant des gros plans de *** orifice ouvert débordant de sperme. La scène avait une bestialité monstre, les hommes se succédant les uns aux autres quand ils avaient joui soit dans un des trous, soit sur le corps de ma femme. Celle-ci, quand sa bouche était vide, poussait des cris de plaisir et inonda deux fois le matelas de sa jouissance féminine. Quand ils eurent terminé, une demi-heure après le début, ils la laissèrent pantelante, les fesses en l'air et la tête dans le matelas, *** anus et *** sexe dégoulinant de liquide séminal, épuisée.
Le voisin profita de cette accalmie pour montrer les trois caméras tournant en continue.

Et puis la caméra se déplaça vers l'entrée de la remise et je vis des hommes emmenant une meute de chiens, de type Doberman et Rotweiller. Il y en avait cinq. Leurs pattes avant étaient enveloppées de bandes. Deux hommes saisirent mon épouse par les aisselles et l'emmenèrent sur la table. Ils la positionnèrent la poitrine collée au dessus de la table, les bras attachés aux pieds avants et les jambes aux pieds arrières, de sorte qu'elle présentait sa croupe, les jambes écartées.
Les hommes emmenèrent le premier chien, qui était un molosse d'au moins 45kg. Il commença à renifler la vulve et à laper les coulées de sperme et de cyprine mélangés qui s'en dégageaient. Puis le chien se souleva, posa ses pattes sur la table et commença à donner des petits coups de hanche dans le vide. *** sexe, qui commençait à sortir du fourreau, était pointu et rouge foncé, long et pas très épais. Un des hommes s'en saisit et le présenta à l'entrée de l'orifice vaginal. Le coup de rein fût plus violent et le sexe canin pénétra d'un coup celui de ma femme. Le voisin s'était approché pour pouvoir filmer en gros plan. On pouvait voir le membre de ********** se mettre à gonfler et d'un coup deux grosses boules se former à l'intérieur des lèvres de mon épouse. Elles semblaient ne pas s'arrêter de grossir et atteignirent un diamètre d'une dizaine de centimètres, distendant les chairs d'une manière obscène. Ma femme poussait de grands râles qu'on pouvait facilement assimiler à de la jouissance. La bouche grande ouverte, elle semblait chercher de l'air pour pouvoir mieux crier. Le chien s'immobilisa et resta collé pendant quelques minutes. Puis il se retira dans un grand bruit de succion et des gitans recueillirent dans un vase l'abondant liquide qui s'échappa du sexe de mon épouse. Un autre chien remplaça le premier, mais cette fois *** sexe fût guidé dans l'anus de ma femme, qui, à ma grande surprise, réussit lui aussi à se distendre quand le nœud se mit à gonfler. Là encore la semence ******* fut récupérée dans le vase. Les 3 derniers chiens se succédèrent, soit dans *** vagin, soit dans *** anus, et à chaque fois elle poussa des râles de jouissance, inondant deux fois d'une éjaculation féminine le vase positionné sous elle. Quand le cinquième chien eut monté mon épouse, j'ai cru que *** *********** était finie, quand, tournant lentement la caméra, le voisin me montra l'arrivée d'un âne.
Les gitans le guidèrent vers le côté de la table où se trouvait la tête de ma femme. Ils commencèrent à lui caresser le sexe qui se mit à grossir de manière démesurée, longue tige dont le bout triangulaire était percé d'un trou. Ils l'approchèrent alors de la bouche pulpeuse de mon épouse pour le lui introduire. Elle se laissa faire et s'appliqua même à mettre de petits coups de langues. Puis ils amenèrent la bête derrière elle et, lui posant les pattes sur la table, la laissèrent s'accoupler bestialement avec ma femme, à chaque coup de croupe le bout du sexe ****** heurtant sa matrice et lui provoquant des orgasmes à répétition. Le coït fut ******, intense et court. Quand la bête se retira, un flot ininterrompu de semence s'échappa du sexe béant de ma femme, semence qui fut elle aussi récupérée dans le vase.
Puis les hommes se regroupèrent autour du vase et se masturbèrent tous un à un dedans.
Ma femme fut alors retournée, allongée sur le dos sur la table et ils versèrent le vase rempli de sperme sur *** corps, en insistant sur *** visage, ses cheveux et sa bouche, l'obligeant à en avaler une bonne quantité. Pour finir, en cercle autour d'elle, ils lui urinèrent dessus, poussant l'*********** jusqu'au bout.

Mon épouse, épuisée, groggie, dans un état proche du coma à cause de l'abus d'alcool, de sexe et de jouissance, fut roulée dans une couverture et ramenée à la voiture. Et puis la vidéo s'arrêta.

Dans ma chambre d'hôtel, je ne s'avais plus quoi penser. Ma femme, que j'aime tendrement, venait de se faire prendre par plusieurs hommes, des chiens et un âne et ma seule réaction était une excitation insupportable. Quelques heures plus tard, quand le voisin me rappela sur mon portable, il me demanda si j'avais visionné la vidéo. Je lui répondis par l'affirmative et quand il me demanda si cela m'avait plu je ne pus que lui répondre la vérité, que cela m'avait fait jouir comme un fou. Cela le fit rire et il me dit que vu la salope que j'avais à la mai***, il allait passer nous rendre visite souvent ! Mais ceci est une autre histoire...

Cette histoire étant finie, je voudrais remercier toutes celles et tous ceux qui m'ont fait part de leurs commentaires et m'excuse du délai entre les différentes parutions. Bien évidemment tout ceci n'était que pure fiction et fantasmes, mais j'ai pu m'apercevoir que les miens étaient partagés par plusieurs. Au plaisir de réécrire !

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Trading Pussy for Dick


I've always been a pretty big horn dog when it comes to women. Since high school, I've tried every trick in the book to meet, bed, and enjoy the ladies. I got married in my mid twenties, screwed around mercilessly on my wife, and divorced in my early thirties, after my wife caught me fucking my secretary, bent over my desk at work. Problem was it was the third time my wife caught me cheating, and strike three was the last straw.

I spend a lot of time in the gym, keeping my body in good shape. I always knew the ladies liked my six pack abs and cardio-induced stamina. However, it was the gym that began my downward spiral into a submissive little cock-craving slut.

I work in a large complex of office buildings. There is a gym for employees to use and it stays open till midnight during the week. I often work late then head over to workout before going home. Most nights I'm the only guy there. After a recent workout, I headed to the locker room for a quick shower as I was planning on hitting the bars on the way home to look for some pussy.

I still had my ipod on and was listening to some loud music as I undressed. I was trying to decide which bar to hit, and thoughts of the hot little number I'd picked up last week were playing through my mind. My cock was growing hard as I remembered her throating my tool and begging me to fuck her doggy style. I reached down and gave my semi a couple of quick tugs, hoping I'd have a hot little bitch working my boner in a couple of hours. As I grabbed a towel and took off my headphones, I realized another guy was standing just a couple of lockers down, stripped down to his briefs, staring at me with an amused look on his face.

He looked vaguely familiar, dark skinned, probably East Indian, with a hard, lean body. He was several inches taller than me, probably 6'4", and probably outweighed me by forty pounds. He looked like he could play middle linebacker for the Chicago Bears. Smiling at me, he reached down and gave the bulge in his briefs a squeeze. And an impressive looking bulge it was.

"You look stressed," he laughed, as I quickly wrapped my towel around me, trying to hide my half boner.

"I had a great workout," I commented nonchalantly, "Just headed to the showers."

"Does working out always give you a hard-on?" he chuckled. "Or is it being naked in a locker room around other naked men that gets a rise out of you?"

"Neither," I replied, eager to hit the showers but unable to shuffle past this guy as he blocked my path. "Look I just need to grab a quick shower, so if you don't mind."

As I started to slide by the stranger, he whipped off his white briefs and his semi hard cock thwacked against my ass, covered only in a thin towel.

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed.

"Don't pretend you didn't like that," he said. "I know your type. You're a big ladies man, right? Like to fuck any little thing with a pussy. But I saw the way you were staring at my crotch. You're a classic closet queer. You can't admit it to yourself, but once you get bent over and have your cherry popped, you'll be begging for more cock."

"Fuck you," I shouted as I literally ran to the shower. As the warm water washed over my body, I was shocked to find that my cock was now rock hard. The guy was a cocky bastard but I had to admit, he did have an incredible cock. I'm no slouch in the package department and I get a huge kick out of making chicks gag on my solid 8" rod. But this guy's dick was at least 8" semi-hard. It was dark and thickly veined, with a huge bulbous head. I'd only caught a quick glimpse, but I could have picked it out of a dick line-up without any problem. Why was I so mesmerized by his tool?

I soaped up and couldn't resist soaping my boner too, sliding my hand back and forth, enjoying the sudsy feel of my raging erection. I needed to find some pussy in the worst way and take my building aggressions out on some lonely MILF tonight. But I couldn't get the picture of that asshole's cock out of my mind. And the more I thought about it, the harder my dick got.

I gotta get the hell out of here, I thought to myself as I turned off the water and hurried back to the lockers to get dressed. As I rounded the corner to the lockers, I came face to face with the dude again. Only this time, he was standing on a bench, fully naked, stroking himself. His cock was now at full attention and it was huge.

"Knew you'd be back," he growled as he pointed his wicked member straight at me. "Why don't you quit kidding yourself and get the fuck over here? My cock isn't going to suck itself."

I wanted to punch this bastard in the gut and be done with it. But something in me also wanted to touch his big dick. I'd never been attracted to guys before and generally I liked being the aggressor in a sexual setting, but his cocksure attitude had me questioning my own sexual orientation. ****, I really did want to touch his dick. Even worse, I actually wanted to suck his dick. What the hell was happening to me?

"Don't just look at it you faggot, get your mouth wrapped around my fucking cock. I'm gonna teach you how to deepthroat like a pro. And before I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to bend you over this bench and plow your tight cherry ass."

Standing on the wooden bench, his cock was staring me straight in the face. He flicked his dick down and it rebounded hard against his tight abs, the big mushroom head on the dark stalk reaching above his belly button, leaving a wet spot where his precum landed. The guy was hung like a fucking horse and I wanted to taste that hot jizz in the worst way.

I looked back toward the door, and he read my mind.

"Don't worry slut," he said. "I locked the door into the gym, and we are the only two here. Nobody else is gonna find out what a cock-loving little whore you really are."

Now it hit me where I'd seen this guy before. He was one of the security guards in the complex. He worked the late shift and I often saw him patrolling as I left the gym.

"I, I, I, I don't usually do stuff like this," I stuttered as I reached out, wrapping my hand around his burning hot poker, slowly stroking the foreskin back and forth over the plum-sized head of his enormous pole.

"Sure you don't," he cackled. "But we'll make an exception this one time, huh bitch?"

His abusive language only made me hotter. He was treating me exactly like I enjoyed treating my one night stands. I love taking charge and treating my little conquests like cheap whores. Some of the chicks really get off on it, others just grin and bear it after I get them all ******** up.

Sticking out my tongue, I tentatively tasted the creamy fluid seeping out of his lewd piss hole. It was salty but not bad and I immediately knew I wanted to swallow every ounce of his big load.

"That's it bitch, you like the taste of that hot spunk, don't you?" he asked.

I nodded, too embarrassed to admit I did like the taste of his cum. I opened my mouth wide and took the bulbous gland into my virgin mouth, using my tongue to lube his dark fuck stick.

He reached down and palmed my head, not happy just having his cockhead buried in my mouth. He pushed forward and several inches of his fat tool invaded my tight and unprepared throat. I immediately started to gag and tried to pull away, but he held my head firm, laughing deeply.

"Don't be such a pussy," he ordered. "I'll break that fucking throat in and you'll be taking me ball deep in no time. If you're gonna learn how to service a guy, you might as well learn how to service him right. Now put your fucking hands behind your back and get ready to swallow this sword."

No way was I going to be able to throat his entire length, but I'd gone this far, so I grabbed my hands behind my back and opened my mouth wide.

He applied slow, steady pressure as his thick cockhead plowed straight ahead, invading my tight throat an inch at a time. I fought back my gag reflex, trying to breath through my nose, doing my best not to ***** on his charging weapon. Periodically, he'd pull back, leaving only the head of his monster in my mouth before reversing course and making additional headway. I could feel the thick, black tool dripping salty liquid down my throat as he advanced further, lubricating his path with his funky sauce.

No matter how hard he pushed, I simple could not take the final two inches. His fat pole just lodged down my throat, cutting off my air, and making my head spin with a lack of oxygen.

"Not satisfactory bitch," he barked, pulling his spit covered rod from my ******** and raw throat. To add insult to injury, he gave my face a hard thwack with his slimy rod.

"Lie down on the bench on your back," he commanded. "And lean your head over the edge."

He squatted down and aimed his arrow at my now open throat passage, intending to drive his tool home. Amazingly, he was able to bury his cock down my throat in this position until his low hanging balls were literally resting on my upturned face. I did my best to remain calm, knowing if I started to gag at this point, I'd lose my lunch for sure.

He left his wicked member buried in my throat for what seemed an eternity as he reached down and gave my nipples a hard tweak. My cock jumped with electricity as I felt a steady stream of precum running down my own shaft.

Holding my head firmly, he began to fuck my throat with a steady rhythm, pulling all but his bulb from my throat before shoving his entire length down my now gaping mouth. His balls repeatedly bounced off my face as he fucked my throat with furious strokes. The nuts were the size of golf balls and were heavy with his building load, stinging my face with the ***** of each thrust.

"Fuck yea," he grunted as he plowed my throat, my jaw aching and my eyes watering uncontrollably. "You want to swallow my big load, don't you bitch?"

With his fat pole filling my mouth, I couldn't answer, instead I gave the thumbs up sign as I reached down and wrapped my hand around my throbbing boner, knowing only a few strokes would make me erupt like a volcano.

Without another word, he plunged his cock fully down my throat and I felt his meaty tool start to pulse as a huge wad of cream was unleashed.

"Arggggggh," he grunted as he let loose his load.

The first few shots filled my throat and as he slowly withdrew, his spunk filled my mouth and finally unloaded all over my upturned face. With one last jerk, my own cock exploded, shooting torrents of cum all over my stomach and chest.

"Lick it clean, you dirty little slut," he ordered as he stuffed his cockhead back into my mouth.

Once he was satisfied that I'd gotten every last drop, he pulled his cock from my mouth and straddling my face, ordered me to suck his balls.

"Fucking suck those nuts, bitch. I ain't done with you yet. Still got that cherry ass of yours to pop."

His big, hairy balls were sweaty and musty, but I took them like a pro. His cock stayed nearly fully erect and bounced off my face as I lapped at his low hangers.

He moved forward several inches and ordered, "Rim my ass, bitch. Drive that tongue up my hole like I'm gonna drive this fucking cock up yours."

I fully expected that his monster cock would split me in two, but I was too far gone to care. I wanted to get bent over and fucked like a bitch in heat. All those years of fucking hot little cunts to prove my manhood had been turned upside down by this one cocky asshole. More than anything, I wanted him to take my virgin hole and pound me like I had pounded so many one night stands. I wanted it to hurt, wanted it to hurt so good. Here I was, naked, in the gym locker room, my face covered in salty manspunk, licking his asshole, totally submissive to this hard hunk of a stud, ashamed, and yet unable to control the slutty bottom whore that his big cock had unleashed.

Usually after I shoot a load, I'm ready for a nap. But the sexual energy that pulsed through this guy had me craving more.

He roughly pulled me up off the bench, "Go bend over the counter, next to the sink," he ordered. "I want you to watch your face in the mirror as I take that ass for the first time."

I did as he instructed, scared but unable to resist.

"Reach back and spread those hairy cheeks, you cocksucker," he insisted.

He grabbed the softsoap dispenser and squirted a huge stream onto my exposed ass crack. Using his cockhead, he smeared the slippery substance all around my tight hole.

"Beg for it bitch," he laughed as he teased my hole with his thick rod.

"Fuck me, man," I whimpered. "Take my cherry. Take it now. Fuck my little man-cunt."

"Damn dude," he chuckled. "You are one horny little whore. What would your employees think if they knew you were such a little cockslut?"

"I don't care," I groaned. "I need that big cock in my ass. And I need it now."

Without another word, he grabbed my hips and with a wicked push, inserted the insanely fat head of his greased cock into my tight sphincter. The pain was incredible. But I had fucked a few women in the ass, and I knew the initial shock would slowly wear off. A few bitches even preferred anal sex, although I always assumed it was a sick masochistic fetish. I bit down hard on my lower lip and repressed a girlish shriek. It hurt like hell, but I wanted it and I wanted it bad.

With a steady pressure, he inched his spear deeper into the recesses of my unexplored hole. Watching my face in the mirror, it was a mask of mixed emotions. I wasn't gay, was I? I'd never enjoyed pain, at least not the receiving end of it. Yet the lust in my eyes was evident. As much as my ass was on fire, I didn't want him to stop. I wanted every last inch of his powerful rod buried in my butt. I wanted to feel his balls slapping against mine as he bottomed out. I didn't just want his cock in my ass, I wanted him to fuck me; fuck me like an ******.

"Yea," I grunted. "Take that ass. Ohhhh, damn. Pound that hole. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep."

"****, dude, you were easier to flip than a quarter," he teased as he continued to pound my hole with reckless abandon.

I was trapped hard against the marble counter top as he plowed me, unable to struggle free even had I wanted too. My rock hard cock whacked against the cabinet with every deep stroke, and leaked a continual stream as he literally fucked the cum out of me.

He gave my bare ass a few hard smacks with his hand, "Ride that dick, boy. Tell Raj how much you like that big cock up your backdoor."

"I've never felt anything like it," I moaned. "It hurts like hell, but I don't want it to stop. Give it to me. Uhhhhh, yea, drive it home."

And he did; over and over he ****** my stretched hole, till the discomfort was slowly replaced by an incredible sensation, as my ass accepted it's tormentor and the friction of his fat piston sent waves of before unimagined pleasure through my newly awakened body.

Abruptly Raj pulled his length completely from my now gaping hole. "****, bitch, I never seen a dude enjoy taking it up the butt as much as you."

He moved back over to the wooden bench and lay down on his back, his menacing tool protruding wickedly toward the ceiling.

Without instruction, I straddled him and lowered myself down onto the throbbing rod, eager to have my ass once again impaled. I began to bob up and down, my own cock bouncing against my stomach as I fucked his cock with an unknown fury.

After fucking in this position for several minutes, Raj pushed me off him and ordered me onto the bench, on my back. He threw my ankles up onto his shoulders and again entered me in a more traditional missionary position. As he repeatedly drove his cock home, he worked up quite a lather.

"Now this is my idea of a workout," he commented. "I could do these kind of reps all night."

Mine too, I thought. My biceps weren't going to be sore tomorrow, but my ass was a whole different story.

His stamina was incredible. Admittedly, he had already busted one nut down my throat, but he'd now been fucking my ass for at least 30 minutes, and I began to wonder if he could indeed go all night. As he continued to deep-dick me, I felt my own orgasm building, even without the aid of direct stimulation. Without warning, my rock hard erection exploded, shooting a huge load of hot, sticky mansauce all over my stomach and chest, even spewing a few hot ropes of spunk onto my sweaty face. I eagerly lapped up my own seed, amazed at what was easily the most intense orgasm I had ever enjoyed.

"Damn bitch, you are one insatiable little cumslut," he sighed. "I've never seen a guy swallow his own junk."

Pulling his amazing pecker one last time from my numb ass, he ordered me to stand up, bend over, and grab my ankles. He again positioned himself behind me, and with one motion, buried his bone to the hilt. Grabbing my hips, he gyrated deep in my ass as I felt his cock swell to historic proportions. He began to fuck me with short, deep strokes, until he screamed, "Uhhhhhhhhhuhhhhhh....I'm gonna fill that bitch cunt of yours with my seed, whore."

And fill it he did. I could feel the hot jet of jizz erupt deep in my bowels and I counted at least 10 spurts of hot cream as he unloaded his mammoth wad deep up my ass. My legs were quivering and I struggled to keep from collapsing on the locker room floor as he finally withdrew his dark, dirty weapon from my ******** hole.

"Down on your knees, fuckface," he ordered. "And lick me clean."

I eagerly tongue washed his fantastic tool as I felt the warm fluid slowly draining from my gaping ass. When he was satisfied I'd lapped up every drop of his spunk, he grabbed his towel.

"I gotta take a quick shower and get back to my rounds. I'm sure I'll see you around again, cocksucker."

As I watched his lean, dark body disappear into the showers, his large phallus now hanging limp but still incredibly lewd and enticing, I tried to shake my head clear. What had I just done? In the last hour, I had transformed from a cunt-hunting lady killer to a ***********, cock-begging, bottom bitch. I quickly dressed and fled the gym. By the time I got home, I had convinced myself it was just a one-time thing. Nobody had to know, and I'd do everything in my power to avoid Raj in the future. I was even dreaming up a way to call the management office, trump up some charges, and get him fired.

Over the next week, I started working out in the morning, before Raj's shift started. I saw him from a distance a few times around the complex, but I always avoided direct contact. I hit the bar scenes again and picked up a couple of hotties. But when I'd get back to their place, ready to seal the deal, I was repeatedly unable to perform. One ***** chick was so horny she actually sucked my dick for 30 minutes before she gave up, pulled her trusty vibrator from the bedside table, and got herself off. When she went to brush her teeth, I helped myself to her vibrator, and within seconds of inserting the average sized toy into my horny ass, I was hard as a rock. To avoid further embarrassment, I snuck out of her apartment, toy still firmly seated in my ass and barely made it to my car before I shot the most amazing load all over my steering wheel.

Clearly I was having some issues, but I was in no mood to accept my fate. I was not gay, I was just going through a phase.

The next week, I was working late one night in my office.

"Hey cocksucker, where you been?"

Horrified, I looked up from my computer screen to find Raj standing in my office doorway.

"What are you doing here?" I croaked.

"Just making my rounds, Mr. Franklin," he chuckled, tapping the nameplate on my office door. "Remember, I'm the security guard around here."

"Uh, yes, right," I managed. "Well, everything is OK in here."

"You sure about that?" he grinned. "I notice you can't take your eyes off my crotch."

Fuck. He was right. I'd been staring at the bulge in his trousers ever since he arrived. And as difficult as it was to admit to myself, my own trousers were currently getting rather snug from the growing boner in my pants.

He walked into my office, closing the door behind him. "If you aren't gonna come to me, then I guess I'll have to come over to you." He gave his crotch a firm squeeze and I noticed a large wet spot of pre-cum soaking through the thin wool material. "Been watching for that tight piece of ass over at the gym. Looks like you've been avoiding me. I don't think you fully understand; your ass is mine now, and I'll take it when and where I want it."

"But this is my office," I exclaimed. "What if somebody sees you here?"

"It's late. Nobody's around. Besides I need some ass, so I don't really give a ****. Based on the look in your eyes, looks like you need some cock."

"Make sure the door is locked," I implored.

"All set, Mr. Franklin," he chuckled. "Now get out of that goddamn suit and get down on your fucking knees, bitch."

He was casually rubbing the growing bulge in his pants, and I admit I was completely mesmerized. I wanted his cock and I wanted it now. I stripped down in record time and fell to my knees.

"I knew you could be a good little bitch," he smirked. "Now put your hands behind your back."

I was already completely at his mercy, so I did as told. He pulled a plastic zip cord from his utility belt and restrained my wrists behind my back. I was now completely helpless. If my boss walked in, I was totally screwed.

He then walked over and turned the computer screen towards me, activating the webcam. There I was on the 23" monitor, naked, on my knees, my arms restrained behind me. He pushed the record button then returned.

"I want you to have some photographic evidence of our encounter," he laughed. "I'm also streaming it to my e-mail, so I'll have a little movie to enjoy late at night when I'm keeping your precious office building safe and secure."

As he nuzzled his crotch up against my face, I immediately lost interest in the webcam, focusing only on the huge bulge he was teasing me with.

"Use your teeth, bitch, and unzip my pants."

I struggled with the zipper, but finally got it down.

"Now use your mouth and fish out my cock."

It took several minutes, but I finally got the giant rod freed from the confines of his trousers. As it sprung free, it whacked lewdly against my cheek.

"Nice," he moaned. "Now get to fucking work."

He proceeded to fuck my throat raw as I struggled to take his horse dick. He showed no mercy as he rammed his dick repeatedly down my throat, taking a break only periodically to order me to suck and lick his hairy nuts. When his cock was fully erect, he yanked me to my feet and bent me over my desk.

"Hope you got my dick nice and slippery, cause I ain't got no lube this time," he grunted as he rearranged the webcam to capture the new angle.

Grabbing my hips, he lined his spear up to my tight hole and with one mighty push, penetrated my only recently recovered sphincter.

I let out a loud yelp as he pushed deep inside my ass. As he started to fuck me in earnest, a knock on my office door startled me.

"Mr. Franklin, are you OK in there?" It was one of the female associates. She must have been working late as well. "I thought I heard a scream."

******* myself to remain calm, and grateful that Raj truly had locked the door, I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. "I'm on a conference call with our foreign office," I replied. "Everything is fine."

The bastard Raj didn't stop fucking my ass even as I tried to calm the associate. I hoped she couldn't hear the sloppy sounds emitting from my fucked hole as he continued to pin me against the desk with his deep and powerful strokes.

"You sure everything is OK? Sounds like you are out of breath."

"I was just doing some situps," I offered, trying to keep my breathing even.

"If you say so, Mr. Franklin. Sorry to bother you," she said.

"Maybe we should invite her in to join the fun," Raj smirked. "Bet she'd love to see the boss getting plowed like a bitch in heat."

Rather than get defensive, I actually felt a pang of jealousy. I wanted his big dick all to myself, and no way was I going to share it with that little hussy from Marketing.

Raj fucked me hard for what seemed like an hour before I felt his erection swell and begin to pulse. My arms ached from being pinned behind me and my pelvis was bruised and battered from being repeatedly driven into the wooden desk.

"Where do you want this load, bitch?" he asked.

"In my mouth," I begged. "Feed me your load, please."

"Thought so," he laughed, as he pulled his giant tool from my tattered hole.

I collapsed onto the floor, at his feet, and took the bulbous head of his powerful shaft into my mouth. Within seconds, he unleashed a huge torrent of man cream. I struggled to swallow every drop, nearly drowning in the process.

With his jizz dripping down my chin, he reached over and turned off the webcam recorder. He quickly pulled up his trousers, reached into the desk, and tossed me a pair of scissors.

"I'm sure you can figure out how to cut that zipcord," he laughed as he headed for the door. "If not, I'm sure your little girlfriend out there can help you."

Leaving the door wide open, he exited. I quickly bent over and snatched up the scissors, eager to free myself before somebody else ventured by my office.

I nearly had a heart attack when he popped his head back around the door jamb, "And I expect I'll see you regularly back over at the gym, unless you want a repeat performance of tonight."

Needless to say, I resumed my regular night time workouts. I was quickly learning that Raj had me by the shorthairs. And in all honesty, I didn't mind. When I wasn't ******* on his huge rod or getting torn in two by his ruthless fucks, I was dreaming about them.

A couple weeks later, I was working late again when my phone rang.

"Get down to the security desk bitch," Raj commanded. "I've got something I want to show you."

I found Raj sitting behind the big desk, watching the fuck video he had made in my office.

"What did you want to show me?" I asked.

"Come around to this side of the desk," he instructed.

Raj had his pants unzipped and he was jerking his long shaft as he watched the video.

"Strip down, Mr. Franklin, my little bitch," he ordered. "And get down under the desk. I want you to blow me while I do my job."

I started to protest. I had a big presentation to finish upstairs and I had no desire to get caught here in the lobby with a man's cock down my throat by any of my fellow workmates.

"Don't be such a baby," he laughed. "Nobody is gonna see you under the desk."

I wanted his cum badly, so I quickly stripped, stuffed my clothes under the desk, and climbed down. He wheeled his chair closer, presenting his magnificent tool.

I went to work like a man possessed, the subtle moans from Raj reassuring me that my cocksucking skills were indeed improving. He grabbed my head and ****** his length down my throat, giving me a solid face fucking.

As I sucked his tool, I heard the front door open.

"Good evening, Mrs. Jackson," Raj said.

Mrs. Jackson, I thought, horrified. Was that my bosses wife standing on the other side of the desk? I stopped sucking, trying not to make a sound.

"Hello Raj," she said. "I'm here to pick up my husband. His car is in the shop."

"I'll call him," Raj replied.

As Raj dialed the phone, he reached under the desk and gave my face a wet whack with his enormous boner, before grabbing my hair and ******* me back down onto his lubed shaft.

"Your wife is here to pick you up sir," Raj spoke into the phone.

"He'll be down in 5 minutes, Mrs. Jackson," Raj relayed.

For the next 5 minutes, I sucked Raj off as he carried on a conversation with my boss' wife. Luckily the music playing over the intercom system drowned out the sloppy noises of me slurping down Raj's penis.

She flirted endlessly with my tormentor.

"So, Raj, any luck with the ladies lately?" she chuckled.

"Oh, I do OK," he replied.

"I bet you do," she said.

"Fact is, I've got a date tonight," he said.

"Well, good luck," she sighed.

"I don't think I'll need any luck," he chuckled. "This one is way into me and just can't get enough of old Raj."

Even as he finished his sentence, Raj thrust his boner deep into my throat, catching me offguard and making me gag.

"You should see a doctor about that cough, Raj," Mrs. Jackson exclaimed, obviously thinking he had made the ******* sound. "Sounds like you've got something stuck deep down your throat."

If she only knew, I thought to myself as I tried to control the gag.

Mr. Jackson finally appeared. "Hey Raj, if you see that slacker Franklin, tell him I need that presentation first thing in the morning. I couldn't find him in the office. He better be working on it right now."

"Sure thing Mr. Jackson. Something tells me he's working on a big project even as we speak," Raj chuckled as he reached under the desk and gave my face a light slap.

The Jacksons left, none the wiser that I was under the desk servicing the security guard.

I doubled my efforts and was rewarded with a huge load of warm cream that I gobbled up. As I got dressed, ready to return to my office and pump out the presentation, Raj gave me a hard whack on the bottom.

"Good job bitch," he laughed. "Next time, I might let Mrs. Jackson watch. I bet she would get off knowing one of her husband's employees was a cock-craving little slut."

A cock-craving slut, that is exactly what I had become. Even as I sat back at my desk upstairs, it was images of Raj's impressive cock that I fantasized about as I jerked off, already eager for the next summons to service the security guard.

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Date Night Out with the Wife

My wife and I typically take one weekend night per month to get away from the kids and enjoy some grown-up time. On Friday night, Jules left the kids with our babysitter and met me downtown at my office. We were going to catch an early movie and then planned to grab a quick bite at a trendy Italian restaurant that our friends had been raving about.

As we sat down to watch the movie trailers, Jules mentioned that Cyndie, our three year old ******** had the sniffles and maybe we should pass on dinner tonight. We agreed to call the babysitter after the movie and check in on the kids before eating.

Luckily, the babysitter reporting everything was fine but Cyndie wanted Mommy to read her a bed-time story before she went to *****. It was about an hour before Cyndie's bedtime, so my wife agreed to grab a quick bite.

The restaurant was fairly empty, it being a Friday night and the downtown area usually pretty quiet on weekends. The beautiful hostess, Stephanie, greeted us at the door. "Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Woods, I have your reservation right here." She sat us at a romantic table by the fireplace and we ordered a nice bottle of red wine.

I couldn't help noticing Stephanie's tight little butt, wrapped seductively in a long black skirt as she sauntered back to the front of the restaurant. She had long, straight red hair that reached nearly to that perfect ass and wore a tight fitting lycra top that did nothing to hide the raisins popping out on her pert little breasts from the cool night air blowing in through the open windows.

My wife is gorgeous, the prototypical suburban cougar. But Stephanie was a wet dream and what harm was there in looking.

The waiter arrived and snapped me out of my perverse fantasy world. "My name is Craig, and I'll be your server tonight."

He was college-aged and looked very familiar as he began reciting the nightly specials. He stood behind my wife and pointed to items on her menu, eyeing me throughout his discourse with a wicked smile on his face.

****. I realized where I'd met this kid before. Although the last meeting was under far different circumstances; I'd been naked, on my knees, in the bushes at the park outside the restaurant, with this young stud's big cock buried down my throat.

I guess I need to explain a few things. In my mid-30's, I'm a partner at a local law firm. While I have a beautiful wife and two great kids, I'm also a closet cocksucker. Since the kids were born, the once active sex life I enjoyed at home had slowed to a crawl. In search of a new sexual release, I had begun surfing porn at work. The surfing had lead me to crave dirtier and nastier internet content, including watching a lot of gay porn. One day I stumbled onto a cruising site and the rest as they say is history.

I had chickened out the first couple of times I agreed to meet men for some anonymous action. But as I grew hornier and hornier, I finally connected with a guy online and within hours I was at his apartment sucking my first cock. Over the last year, I had hooked up with several guys, and the thrill of deepthroating a guy and swallowing his load was now my biggest turnon. I knew girls like Stephanie, the hostess, were out of my league, but I had no trouble finding willing cocks to suck and swallow on a regular basis.

I had met the waiter on-line a couple of months ago. His screen name was "Throatbanger" and let me tell you, he lived up to the hype. We rendezvoused in the park one afternoon, and he led me back into the thick bushes, safe and secluded. When I saw the giant bulge in his tight jeans, I knew the pics he had sent me were real and my mouth watered at the opportunity to suck his hot cock.

"Look man," he had started. "I'm not gay or anything, but my girlfriend is out of town and I need some action in the worst way. I'm in charge here and if you want what I'm packing," he squeezed the bulge in his Levis and a wet spot of pre-cum soaked the denim, "then do as I say and let's get this done."

I nodded weakly as I couldn't take my eyes off the impressive outline of his cock. I wanted that tool in the worst way.

"Good. Then strip naked and get on your knees," he commanded.

I hesitated. Sucking cock in the public park was danger enough, but being naked in public was a risk I wasn't comfortable taking.

"Screw it then," Throatbanger barked as he turned to leave.

"Wait," I said. "I'll do what you say." I wanted his cock then and there and my better judgment was easily overcome by my thirst for cock. I stripped off my suit, piled my clothes on the dry leaves, and fell to me knees, completely vulnerable and submissive.

"That's a good little bitch," he laughed as he unbuttoned his fly and pulled his semi-hard cock free.

For the next twenty minutes, he fucked my face like a man possessed, before unloading a giant load of salty sweetness, first down my throat and finally all over my face. As he buttoned up and left, I lay back in the leaves and jerked a huge load all over my exposed belly before dressing and returning to the office.

I hadn't heard from Throatbanger since the incident in the park, but here I was face to face with him, as I listened to the Friday night specials with my wife.

"And finally, we have an angel hair pasta topped with our homemade Italian sausage, covered in a creamy alfredo sauce," he said. Standing behind my wife and out of her view, he reached down and squeezed the bulge in his pants as he recited this final special, giving me a knowing smirk.

"Something tells me Mr. Woods will be ordering the pasta special," the waiter commented. "I can tell a man that likes quality sausage and who doesn't love a thick, creamy white sauce?"

Luckily my wife was too engrossed in the menu to notice the innuendo that Craig the Throatbanger was brazenly spewing.

I was emotionally torn. How was I going to get through this dinner without raising my wife's suspicions? But more importantly, how was I going to get Craig's big cock buried down my throat without my wife knowing?

Throughout dinner, the waiter continued to tease me mercilessly. Standing behind my wife, he would rub his semi-hard cock through his pants as I stared in lust. On several occasions, he reached across the table while standing behind me, and I felt the meaty weight of his rod rub against my shoulder.

Dinner was fantastic, but I was a mess. Luckily the napkin in my lap covered the raging boner I was sporting and my wife was too worried about our ******** to notice the building sexual tension.

Standing by the kitchen, I watched as Craig literally stroked his growing boner through the thin material of his trousers as he mouthed, "I know you want it."

And I did. The thought of sucking him off, right here in the restaurant, under the nose of my wife was more than I could handle. Throatbanger was just the kind of dominant top guy I had grown to favor, and I wanted him to fuck my face and feed me his creamy alfredo sauce.

After clearing the plates, Craig brought the dessert menu. "We have a decadent chocolate soufflé tonight if you two lovebirds are interested? It takes about 30 minutes to prepare, but well worth the wait."

Looking at her watch, my wife interjected, "I'm afraid we need to get home. My ******** is not feeling well and I promised to read her a story before bed."

I was crestfallen. How was I going to get Craig's big dick in my mouth if my wife was insistent on getting home to read Cyndie a story?

To the rescue, Craig said, "We have some ********* books at the hostess station to keep kids entertained during dinner. I'll grab a book and you could read the story to your ******** over the phone while the chef prepares your soufflé. And on the house, I'm happy to bring you a nice bottle of after-dinner wine from our well stocked cellar."

"That is very thoughtful of you," my wife commented. "My husband loves wine cellars. He's been talking about installing one in our basement for years."

All true, but I didn't expect Craig's next bit of genius. "This is my last table for the night. I'll have Stephanie bring your wine and while you are reading a story to your ********, I'll give Mr. Woods a tour of the cellar."

Bingo. The soufflé would take thirty minutes and my wife would be busy with her story and a bottle of wine. This was turning into our best date night out ever.

I stood up from the table and quickly turned my back, trying to hide the enormous tent in my trousers from my wife's eyes.

Craig led me down a hallway to the back of the restaurant then down some dark, dank stairs into the wine cellar.

"You hungry for some of my sausage, Mr. Woods," Craig quipped as we emerged into the cellar.

"Fuck yes," I exhaled, craving his cock like a cheap whore.

The cellar looked like a cave, the basement having been dug out of the local bedrock. Wine was stacked deeply along the walls and a large, round tasting table was setup in the middle of the room.

"You know the rules, bitch," Throatbanger cackled. "Strip."

Without hesitation this time, I ripped off my suit, tie, shirt, shoes, socks, and boxers, falling to me knees in anticipation.

"Damn, you are one horny little slut, Mr. Woods," Craig laughed. "Does your wife know what a fucking whore you are for cock?"

"Umm, no," I whimpered.

"She's a hot little number. Wouldn't mind busting her cherry, but I don't think Stephanie would approve."

"The hostess?" I asked.

"Yea, she's my girlfriend. She doesn't mind me messing around with other guys. Fact is, it gets her hot as ****. But she'd cut off my nuts if she found me cheating with a chick. Now get over here and get to work."

I crawled across the cold cement floor and ran my hand over the enormous outline of Craig's cock. I mouthed his rod through his thin wool slacks, tasting the precum that had soaked through the material.

"That's it bitch. Use your mouth and unzip me. Put those hands behind your back and keep them there."

I was shaking with anticipation and did my best to unzip his pants with my teeth. He wasn't wearing any underpants and I had instant access to the meaty shaft of his fat cock. I licked the thick vein of his rod through the fly, eager to get the length of his boner buried down my horny throat.

Finally tired of toying with me, he undid his belt, and let his pants fall around his ankles, his glorious manhood popping free and slapping lewdly against my cheek. Wasting no time, I took his rod into my mouth, savoring the taste of his precum. I sucked greedily on the big mushroom head as my tongue explored the underside of his menacing tool.

"You are the horniest fucking cocksucker I've ever had the privilege of feeding," Craig chuckled. "I thought you were going to bust a nut at the table every time I rubbed my schlong across your shoulder."

Even if I wanted to respond, I couldn't as I now had over half of the waiter's bone buried in my horny throat. I began to bob up and down in earnest as he roughly grabbed my head and began to fuck my face with deeper and more powerful strokes.

"Your wife was clueless the whole time, but Stephanie saw the lust in your eyes the second you recognized me. I don't know if you remember, but I snapped some photos on my cell phone the last time you had my cock buried in your throat. I showed those pics to Stephanie and she was impressed with your deepthroat skills."

I was shocked to hear Craig had pics of me sucking his cock, but I was even more shocked when Stephanie came waltzing down the stairs.

"You're right, Craig, this slut doesn't waste any time getting down to business," she giggled. "You like that big cock don't you, Mr. Woods?" she teased.

I could only nod as Craig continued his assault on my now stretched and raw throat.

"I told Stephanie she could watch. I knew you wouldn't mind. Fuck, I think you'd do just about anything to suck my cock, wouldn't you Mr. Woods?"

Shamefully, Craig was right. I'm a powerful attorney for a prestigious firm, but when face to crotch with a throbbing boner, I turn into a submissive little cock craving slut.

Stephanie climbed onto the tasting table and hiked up her skirt, revealing a panty-less pussy glistening with moisture. As I continued to suck off her boyfriend, she began to frig herself with a frenzy.

"Yea, suck that big cock, you dirty old man," Stephanie exclaimed as she fucked her pussy with her dripping wet fingers. She was moaning uncontrollably as she enjoyed the deviant show.

"Hey Craig, are you gonna fuck Mr. Wood's tight little man-hole?" Stephanie queried as she inched one of her lubed fingers up her own backdoor.

Not that I hadn't often fantasized about bottoming for one of the hot studs I had blown, but I had never imagined I would actually follow through. Now that the opportunity was literally right here in front of me, I quivered with excitement.

"Hadn't really thought about it honey," Craig replied. "Would you like to see me split this little bitch in two?"

"Oh yea," she purred.

Pulling his slippery cock from my ******** throat, Craig gave my face a hard whack with the spit covered pole.

"You heard her, cunt. Stephanie wants to see me pound your little man-cherry. Why don't you bend over the table there, and spread those hairy cheeks for me?"

"I, I, I, don't know if I can take it," I whimpered.

"Don't be such a fucking baby," Stephanie spat. "He fucks my tight butt regularly, and I absolutely love it."

I didn't need to hear any more. If this tiny little redhead could take his monster cock up her ass, I was determined to do the same. Leaning over the edge of the table, I reached back and spread my cheeks, offering my virgin hole to Craig's monster cock.

As Craig spit on my exposed hole and rubbed his cock up and down my crack, Stephanie positioned herself on the table with her legs on either side of my head, her trimmed pussy just inches from my face.

"Don't just look at it," Craig commanded. "Eat her out."

As I took my first taste of her sweet box, I felt Craig's cockhead start to penetrate my tight sphincter. I fought the pain as he stretched my hole wide and continued to ***** inch after painful inch of manhood into my poor ass. I thought I was going to black out from the fire that was now burning in my ******** hole.

"Fuck this bitch's ass is tight," Craig exclaimed as he continued his penetration. Stephanie grabbed my hair and buried my face in her twat as she ground her pussy against my tongue.

"Tongue fuck me whore," Stephanie insisted as I fought back the desire to scream in agony.

I finally felt Craig's balls bounce off mine, and I knew I had taken the entire length of his massive rod. As he started to fuck me in earnest, the initial pain subsided somewhat, the friction his piston created deep in my prostate now becoming almost pleasurable. I began to buck back against the stud, trying to meet his every thrust, learning to take a fucking like a good little whore. I felt my own precum running down the inside of my thigh, as my cock was leaking with excitement.

"Damn, Stephanie, this bitch is one hot little ride. He's already taking my cock like a pro."

Stephanie egged me on as I continued to eat her delicious pussy.

"Beg for it bitch."

"Take that cock, you slut."

"Make me cum you filthy pervert."

And make her cum I did. Her body tensed and she squeezed my head between her surprisingly strong thighs as her body was racked with orgasm. I eagerly lapped up her juices as Craig pounded away on my now tattered hole.

Stephanie got up off the table and circled around to give Craig a deep, wet kiss. Standing back, she pulled out her cell phone and snapped several photos of Craig's cock buried deep in my ass. I was beyond the point of caring as I was sure my cock would explode any minute from the ass-fucking I was getting.

"Look how hard his cock is," Stephanie giggled. "You really like that, huh Mr. Woods?"

"I do, I do," I moaned. "Fuck my ass, stud. Fuck my ass with that big cock."

Craig grabbed my hips and began to really piston fuck my ass, driving me against the table over and over. Each time I was sure he was ready to cum, he'd slow his pace and deep dick me with long, steady strokes.

I looked back to see that Stephanie had returned upstairs. But within minutes, the bus boy came bounding down the stairs.

"Hey Craig," the guy chimed. "Stephanie said there might be some action down here that would interest me."

"What up Carlos?" Craig replied as he gave the athletic looking stud a high five. "This is Mr. Woods, and he's a raving little cockslut. You may have noticed his wife sitting alone upstairs."

"Oh I noticed," Carlos quipped. "I told Stephanie I wouldn't mind getting a piece of her fine ass. Steph laughed and said she couldn't guarantee any of Mrs. Woods action, but that her husband was offering full service down in the wine cellar."

With that, Carlos unzipped his trousers and pulled out a huge uncut piece of prime meat. I was in cock heaven.

Craig pulled his rod from my gaping hole and ordered me to flip over onto my back on the table. He positioned me so that my ass was hanging over one edge and my head over the other side. Hoisting my ankles up onto his shoulders, he drove his rod back into my empty ass and continued to fuck me like a machine.

Carlos positioned himself on the other side of the table and proceeded to slide his heavy tool straight down my exposed throat, in no time fucking my face with deep strokes as his hairy balls bounced off my forehead.

I couldn't hold back any longer and without even touching my red and engorged cock, I shot my load high, the cum splattering back on my naked stomach and pooling in my navel.

"I think we just fucked the cum out of this bitch," Carlos laughed. "**** dude, you got a hot little tamale upstairs, but you a fucking whore for man-dick, ain't ya?"

I was, and there was no denying it. The two studs continued to fuck me like a rag doll for several more minutes. I felt Craig's cock swell in my ass and seconds later he exploded deep in my bowels, hot spurts of seed filling my recently virgin hole. Almost simultaneously, Carlos grabbed my head *****fully and shot his thick spunk down my throat. As I gagged on the heavy load, he pulled his prick from my mouth and unloaded several parting shots on my face.

Zipping up, Craig looked at his watch. "Yo bitch, your 30 minutes are up. Better get that ass back upstairs to your wife and enjoy your soufflé."

Craig and Carlos left me a cum covered mess on the tasting table as the two went back upstairs. I dressed hurriedly, the soreness in my ass already feeling very uncomfortable. I found a rag and wiped the cum from my face as I sprinted up the stairs, hoping my wife hadn't suspected anything in my absence.

As I reached the table, Jules was just hanging up the phone and my cherry-taking waiter was delivering our soufflé.

"Hope you folks enjoy, this," Craig said. "Would you like any coffee?"

"Sure," I croaked, my throat sore from the recent assault.

"I assume you want extra cream with that," Craig said, giving me a nasty wink.

"Yes, please," I muttered.

"Did you enjoy the wine cellar?" Jules asked.

"Huh, I, uh, oh, yes very much," I tried to recover, completing forgetting why I had originally left the table.

"Your husband is quite a connoisseur, Mrs. Woods. He really knows his way around a wine cellar," Craig interjected. "I hope we were able to teach him a thing or two about fine vintages. I think he has a thing for large format bottles and I hope his curiosity for Spanish reds provides him years of satisfaction."

"You are a mess, honey," Jules laughed as she used her napkin to dab something from my face. "You were supposed to eat the alfredo sauce, not spread it all over your face, dummy."

Alfredo sauce indeed, I thought to myself. More like Cream a la Carlos.

Stephanie was standing at the bar showing several of the staff her cell phone. The bartender was laughing and pointing at our table. Clearly she was giving them a viewing of my recent anal invasion. Shamefully embarrassed, I made a mental note to make sure my secretary never booked business lunches at this little bistro.

We finished our dessert and coffee without further incident, and as I limped gingerly towards the door, my ass getting more and more tender by the minute even as I felt the waiters creamy spunk draining from my still gaping hole, Craig slipped a business card into my jacket pocket.

After opening the car door for my wife, I covertly read the card as I walked around the car.

"1pm, Monday; the bushes behind the statue in the park"

With a smile, I only hoped that Throatbanger would bring the bus boy and the hostess to our Monday reunion.

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The bell rang as Sarah was just finishing her explanation of the homework assignment. She raised her voice to be heard over the din of the students as they all began to gather their books and head to lunch.

"Don't forget, I want at least 500 words in your personal journals this weekend. Email me over the weekend before too late on Sunday and I promise I'll do my best to read and comment back to you before Monday..."

Sarah loved teaching English. Her favorite senior seminar, "Creative Writing" was off to a good start. It was a small class, only 14 students, mostly girls. This wasn't unexpected given the students had choice on their seminar, and everyone knew that this class required more writing then most, and you had to be willing to make stuff up. That part, Sarah knew was harder for many students because it took a certain amount of confidence to write stories and share ideas that were your own then it was to write an expository essay about Shakespeare.

The rest of her day was uneventful. A few sections of freshman English class. After school, Sarah took advantage of the school's new athletic facilities and worked up a good sweat. When Sarah got home, she discovered her apartment was devoid of food. At least nothing she wanted to eat. Her stomach growled in protest. At least she had showered and was presentable, she thought as she grabbed her keys and headed for the grocery store.

She worked her way through the store, but even as hungry as she felt, didn't find that much she felt like buying. She ended up picking up some ready-made foods and was just stocking up on some staples when someone almost ran into her with his shopping cart. It turned out to be another faculty member, Geoff. He was among the young faculty like herself, and she felt suddenly self-conscious when she realized who it was. She had always thought he was cute, but he taught in the math department, and somehow, she didn't see him much, and hadn't really gotten to know him.

She noticed he had a bottle of wine, and compared to her cart, a lot of food. She joked with him about the amount of food, and asked him if he had a hot date, pointing out the wine. She really did want to know. In fact, she was fishing for an invitation. Sarah tried to be as obvious as she thought was appropriate, but he was oddly flustered, and responded that he was stocking up since he didn't like to shop. To her fishing expedition, he wiggled out of any sort of specific response, "sure, well maybe we should organize a faculty party one of these days."

"Yes, sure, that would be nice," Sarah replied. She tried to sound enthusiastic, but she knew her disappointment was evident. "Well, I better get going. Don't want to keep you here all night since you don't like to shop anyway. Bye now. See you at school."

By the time Sarah returned home, she had fallen into a funk. She hadn't really realized until her meeting with Geoff at the store how lonely she was. There were only a few teachers her age, and being a teacher, it was easy to just bury herself into her work. As an English teacher, this was simple, just assign longer writing assignments. Everything the students wrote, she had to read.

She picked at a frozen dinner she had heated up in the microwave while channel surfing on the TV. Realizing that she was neither eating nor watching anything, she turned off the TV, wrapped up the dinner and stowed it in the fridge. Feeling a little blue, she figured she may as well just curl up in bed and do some reading.

As was her usual ritual, Sarah grabbed her laptop to check her email one last time. While sifting through the random junk emails looking for anything real, Sarah clicked on one message with a subject header, "Redefine yourself! 50% off Fall fashion sale!" She didn't even read it, but something about the subject got her thinking. She glanced at the clock on the screen, and quickly shut the laptop.

"Screw Geoff! I don't need him," she said to herself under her breath. Sarah stowed her laptop and headed for her bathroom, leaving a trail of clothes like bread crumbs. An hour later, Sarah had showered, shaved her legs, primped, and completely glammed up. She had put on make up and perfume, and was looking like she was preparing for a hot date as she stood in front of her closet in a skimpy matching black lacey thong and bra.

"****, what I am I going to wear? Hell, where am I going?" she asked herself outloud while internally scolding herself for her poor choice of words -- and she was an English teacher! For the past hour, all she knew was that she wasn't going to stay in, and that she was going out to find something. She pushed her work clothes to the side, and started digging into the clothing that she almost never wore. Things that were either out of fashion, or just not appropriate. After a few minutes of digging, she found a simple but altogether appropriate dress. It was what one might call "a little black dress". It was little, and it was black, and as soon as she saw it, she knew it was perfect.

One last look in the mirror, a quick touch up to her deep red lipstick, and she declared herself ready to hit the town. She dropped her lipstick into a small black purse along with a tiny vial of perfume, her house keys, ID, credit card and some cash. She paused momentarily as her mind took inventory. 
"God, who are you kidding Sarah, you won't need a condom!" she scoffed at herself, zipped the purse, and headed out the door. Her heels clicked seductively as she walked from her home just three blocks to a major boulevard where she knew she could catch a cab. She still didn't really know where she was headed, but she was exhilarated to be going out. She hailed a cab, and when he asked her where to, she simply replied, "Take me to the hottest club in town. I trust you know where to go?"

She saw him take a look at her in the rearview mirror, smile, and he nodded, "Yes, of course." In minutes the cab dropped her off downtown in the area of town that she knew had the clubs, but if you had asked her before which one was popular, she would not have had an answer. The air was alive with the sounds and smells youthful exuberance. The cabbie had pointed out one club in particular to her, "The Asylum". He said it was the hottest dance club in town. Judging from the line, he was right. She almost lost her nerve and got back into the cab when she noticed a handsome twenty-something giving her a once-over. Her adrenaline began to pump through her, "fuck it" she said to herself and again scolded herself internally "profanity is just a lack of vocabulary", and pushed out her chest, and sashayed toward the line. As she passed by the front of the line, she noted that the line was mostly men. They all looked at her appraisingly. The bouncer at the head of the line motioned to her, and she turned toward him. He unhooked the velvet rope, and waived her in.

"ID miss..." he asked.

"Of course," she answered, fishing it out of her purse and handing it to him. He glanced at it, and handed it back. As she was putting it back into her purse, she felt someone push up against her back.

"Are you sure you're in the right place?" the bouncer asked her giving her a questioning look. He clearly could tell she was out of her element. She hesitated, then an arm hooked her own, and the person that had bumped up behind her was leading her forward.

"Don't worry, Johnny, she's with me," a female voice said with confidence. Sarah wanted to object, but the voice was commanding, and Johnny was already stepping aside and smiling.

Sarah was led into the club by her new companion. The music was loud outside, but it was deafening inside. The bass beat was physical as it vibrated Sarah's entire body. She couldn't see her companion as she was a half step in front of her. She could only see that she was about her height, and had long black hair. She led Sarah right to the middle of the dance floor. Somehow, the sea of writhing, dancing people seemed to move around them allowing them to join the throng with a minimum of jostling. Then, her companion turned to face her, and she began to dance.

Sarah stared at her companion, unsure what to do, but the heavy base beat and the writhing throng around her willed her to begin to move. She began to dance while she tried to figure out what had just happened. Her companion was young. Probably a college girl. She was wearing a black strapless corset and a dark red mini skirt. Neither did a good job of covering her body. Her companion stared at Sarah, her eyes locked onto hers. Sarah looked back, and was struck by the intensity in her companion's eyes. Sarah couldn't look away. The music was so loud that she couldn't think, and that's when she realized, she didn't really care. She was out. She was dancing.

She smiled, and let the music take her all the while, looking into the eyes of her new companion. She didn't know when, but at some point, they lost their protective shell, and the throng pushed into them, pressing them closer together. Sarah's companion didn't seem to care as she stepped closer to Sarah, and reached her arms out and placed her hands on Sarah's hips. Sarah felt herself being pulled toward her companion while the throng pressed her closer from behind. She couldn't fight it, and she really didn't care.

"Just dance Sarah, go with it. If it feels good, who cares?" she thought to herself. She wasn't really into girls, although she had fond memories of her college days when she had experimented. It wasn't like she didn't find some girls attractive, but society and inertia had always set her mind to finding the company of a man.

The music never seemed to stop. Sarah had lost all sense of time. She was still dancing with her companion, but the two had yet to exchange a word, not that they would have been able to hear each other. Her companion had continued to press closer and closer to her, pulling them together until they were pressed against each other. Sarah felt the girl's leg between her legs. As they moved, she felt herself rubbing herself against her thigh. For an instant, when she realized what she was doing, she almost stopped. At that same instant, she felt her companion pressing herself against Sarah's thigh in unison.

Her eyes snapped back to her companion's eyes, and she could see a knowing look. Her companion smiled a lascivious smile, and pressed up harder against Sarah. It took a moment, but soon she found that they were moving as one, and she decided she liked it. Their faces were close, close enough that they could kiss. She could feel herself getting more and more aroused as she rubbed herself against her companion's leg. Her companion seemed to sensed this, and suddenly stepped back, grabbing Sarah by the hand. She mouthed a word to Sarah, "Come".

She led Sarah through the throng toward the back of the club. Soon, they were behind the main dance area, and on the other side of the DJ stand. It was mildly quieter as the speakers were all pointed the other way, and it was mildly less crowded as other couples and small groups had sought out the relative quiet. Sarah's companion pulled her to a nook along the back wall, and then maneuvered her so that Sarah was back against the wall. Her companion pushed up against her. It was darker here away from the dance floor lights.

Her companion leaned in toward Sarah, and for an second, Sarah thought she was going to kiss her, but instead, she brushed her lips against her cheek, and nestled in to her ear. Sarah quickly understood, this was the only way to really talk in the club.

"I like you," her companion said to her. "You're new, I can tell. Do you trust me?"

Sarah thought for a moment. Did she trust her? Her teacher brain was screaming at her, "NO!" but she silenced the screaming. "If it feels good, who cares?" she said to herself again.

"Yes, I trust you," Sarah responded into her companion's ear.

"Good. I knew you would. Do what I tell you, and we'll have a good time. What's your name, pet?" She cooed into her ear.

"Sarah, my name's Sarah. What's y—" Her companion cut her off.

"Sarah. That's nice. Now, I think its time we had a little fun," she said seductively.

Sarah was a little disconcerted that her companion didn't tell her her name, but that quickly faded and was replaced by a new sensation. Her companion had slipped her hand between her legs under the hem of her dress, and was stroking up and down over her lacey thong. Sarah was frozen, both because she was surprised and because she it felt good.

"If it feels good, who cares?" echoed through her mind. She closed her eyes and just let the sensations overwhelm her. Her companion began to lick and nibble on her ear, her breath heavy. Sarah pushed her hips back against her companion's hand in silent approval of the caresses. Her companion, sensing her approval, pushed her beneath the thin lacey fabric of her thong, and pushed two fingers in between Sarah's pussy lips. Wet with excitement the fingers glided easily into her pussy. She began to work her fingers in and out of her while rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Sarah's moans grew louder, but in the club, it didn't matter and she knew it. She let herself fall into the sensations. Her companion pushed her whole body against Sarah. She felt trapped by her companion, but she had no compulsion to escape.

"Mmmm pet, you like this, don't you?" her companion spoke into her ear. "This is only the beginning. I have so much more for you."

"Oooh, yes. Please don't stop," Sarah managed. Her conscious and rationale mind was no longer in the moment, and all she could feel was the heat of her companion's body against hers and her fingers fucking her pussy and rubbing her clit. She pushed her hips against her companion's hand, building a rhythm with her finger fucking. Her breathing was ragged, and she knew she was near climax.

"Pet, do you know the rules?" her companion asked, pulling her face back so she could look Sarah in the eyes. Sarah's eyes focused, and looked back at her companion with confusion.

"Rules? I don't understand," she answered.

"Yes my pet, the rules. No cumming without my permission. You must ask for permission. Do you understand?" her companion informed her, all the while increasing the pace of her thrusting.

"OOooohh. Yesssss......I understand. Oh God....I'm ready...please may I cum?" Sarah asked.

Her companion smiled. "So soon my pet? I think you can wait just a little longer," she replied with a wicked grin and slid her other hand between their bodies and cupped her breast. Sarah gasped as she fought against her desire to cum and tried to play by the rules. Her companion watched her for another minute. Sarah was looking into her companion's eyes, trying to focus her thoughts to prevent herself from cumming. The sensations between her legs kept pushing her toward an inevitable ending, and she wasn't sure she was going to be able to play by the rules. She pleaded with her eyes.

"Oh, please," she hissed, "may I cum, oh god I need it."

"OK pet, you've earned it. Cum for me!" she ordered. With this, Sarah closed her eyes and relaxed letting her climax consume her. She cried out, but didn't hear herself as the music continued to fill the air. If her companion hadn't been pressing her up against the wall, she probably would have fallen to the floor. Her orgasm rippled through her entire body, leaving her fingers tingling. As she was coming down from her orgasm, Sarah opened her eyes again. Her companion was grinning like she had just won a prize.

"Mmmm that was delicious, wasn't it?" her companion said raising her cum slick fingers to her mouth and licking them. "Now, give me your panties."

"What? My panties?" Sarah asked despite the fact that she was already reaching for them to push them off of her hips.

"Yes my pet. I require them, and you won't need them anymore tonight," she said simply. Still somewhat in a haze from her powerful orgasm, and hoping that this meant more was coming, slipped her thong from her hips, and they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them with one foot, and used the other to lift them to her hand and then held them up for her companion.

Her companion smiled at the offer, and took the thong. It disappeared into the folds of her companion's clothes.

"Very good. You are such a quick learner. You must have been a good student in school," her companion commented. Sarah felt herself blushing, thinking about the irony of the statement. "Now, like all good teachers, I wouldn't want you overwhelmed with your first night's lessons, so that's all for now. But don't worry, there will be more. Its time you went home now."

"But, I don't even know your name? How will—"

"Sshhh...don't you worry about that. All in good time. You said you trusted me, right? Now, remember, I said no cumming without asking for permission. That's your homework -- don't cum," her companion said, smiling.

"Yes, but—"

Her companion stopped her, holding up a finger.

"Off you go, trust me."

Sarah was now totally confused, but was feeling scolded like a school girl. She had no retort, and somehow sensed that doing so would not be prudent. Her companion backed away, and allowed her to move away from the wall. With her eyes, she directed Sarah out of the club, looking from her to the exit on the far side of the club. Sarah felt both compelled to do as she was being told and rejected at the same time.

She turned toward the exit, took a few steps, then stopped and turned back to her companion. She was gone. Feeling totally lost at this point, Sarah continued toward the exit. She moved through the crowd, but this time, she was bumped and jostled as the dancers writhed to the music not noticing her. When she got outside, the cool night air startled her out of her daze. She immediately realized she wasn't wearing panties and while she had only been wearing a thong before, somehow now felt totally exposed. She quickly got the attention of a cabbie that had just dropped off a load of new club goers.

Upon returning home, Sarah was both excited and dejected. On one hand, she clearly had just had one of the most erotic encounters of her life. Not only had she been finger fucked by a complete stranger, the stranger was a beautiful young woman. A beautiful woman who now had her thong as a trophy. This thought brought on the dejected feeling. Was she just a trophy? Was she just a notch on some perverted girls bed post? Was she really so desperate that she could be manipulated so easily? But she has said there was more. Despite the fact that she didn't know her name, Sarah tried to convince herself that she would see this woman again. She could return to the club and find her?

She realized that she was just rationalizing, and decided she had better just go to bed and forget about it for now. At least she had proven that she could go out and find excitement.

***

The rest of her weekend was quiet. She thought about going back to the club Saturday night, but talked herself out of it. Going back and not finding her mystery companion would only make things worse. Better to think of this as a notch on her bedpost. She was the one who had the mind-blowing orgasm after all.

She checked her laptop throughout the weekend, and responded to each student that had complete their journal entry and emailed her. She finished her last response late Sunday night, and put away her laptop. She was already changed and ready for *****, so she crawled into bed, turned off the lights, and tried to go to *****. A car drove by on the road outside, stereo blaring. All she could really hear was the base beat. She wondered how anyone could have their volume so high in a car that she could hear it. The base beat pulsed and faded as the car got further away. The sounds brought images of Friday night to her mind. She tried to remember what her companion looked like. While she had spent an hour dancing with her under the lights, and then their encounter in the back of the club, Sarah had a hard time picturing her face. She could remember her tight corset, and her knee high black spiked boots. She had long dark hair, and she knew she was pretty, but her face was now a blur in her memory. She could remember dark eye shadow and dark eyes. But her scent was in her mind. And the feeling of being pressed up against her in the dark, her pussy being fucked by her fingers. The warmth of her breath on her ear.

Laying in bed, recalling these details, Sarah found her hand had wandered to her pussy, and she was lightly running her fingers along her lips. With her eyes closed, she imagined the heat of her companion pushing against her, and her fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Her own fingers found their way into her panties, and she began to slowly push two fingers inside herself. In her mind, she could feel the her companion's hot breath in her ear as she licked and teased her ear with her teeth. Sarah's fingers pushed deeper still, and a moan escaped from her lips. She could feel herself working toward an orgasm. She pulled her now wet fingers from her pussy and rubbed her clit in gentle circles.

"...no cumming without permission..." echoed in her mind. Sarah remembered the homework that her companion had given her when she had told her to go home. She opened her eyes, and withdrew her hand from her clit. She was only moments away from climax. She yearned for release, but something inside her relished the idea of obeying her companion's order. It was naughty. Taboo. It made her feel like her companion was still there by abiding by her rule. Sarah brought her fingers to her mouth and licked them, tasting herself on her fingers and smiled. She rolled over and giggled to herself satisfied that she had done her homework.

***

Thoughts of her weekend escapade didn't enter her mind all morning as Sarah taught her classes. She was busy with students and the flow of the school day. Students were filing out of her room as they made their way to their next class. Her creative writing class was next, and she was looking forward to talking to the students about their first major assignment. She was looking over her notes when she heard the clicking of heels as someone walked up to her desk. She looked up from her notes, and found herself staring into a pair of piercing dark eyes. Long black shimmering black hair framed the girls face, and dark eye shadow made her dark eyes stand out. A familiar perfume smell permeated her senses, and Sarah was frozen. Her mystery companion stood at her desk with a look of triumph on her face.

"Hi Ms. Avery, my name is Mortisha Hanson. I'm new, and I'm transferring into your class. You can call me Tish, in class," she said. She held out a familiar blue paper form that the guidance office used for class changes. Sarah had to sign it to approve the transfer. Sarah's mind was frozen as her eyes jumped back and forth from the form to the girls face. She was trying to fathom the implications of the girl standing in front of her desk.

"I need your permission to join the class," Tish said somewhat impatiently as she continued to hold the paper out over Sarah's desk. Sarah realized she needed to take the form and sign it. She reached out to take the form, and saw that her hand was trembling slightly. As she pulled the form from Tish's hand, she noticed something was laying on the desk beneath the paper. As she put the paper down in front of her, she suddenly realized that sitting on her desk was her black thong from Friday night. She gasped, and reached for it. Tish was faster, and picked it up holding it in front of her against her stomach.

"Sign the form, please," she said, obviously implying that with the signature she would hand over the thong.

"Umm...of course," Sarah mumbled, quickly signing the form, and looking around Tish's body to see if any of the other students in the room were watching. Fortunately, only a few more student had arrived, and they were talking and not looking her way. Sarah looked back at Tish, offering the form to her. "Here, please! My...um...please!" she said in a quiet, but desperate voice.

Tish smiled at her. She was clearly enjoying herself. She took the form with her other hand. Then she raised the thong to her face and extended her tongue out, and flicked it over the fabric. She smiled down at Sarah suggestively.

"Mmm...the stories I could tell," Tish said, purring. The implications of that statement were not lost to Sarah. She dropped the thong on the desk. Sarah grabbed the thong and pulled it behind the desk. "I'll just take my seat," Tish said, "I'm so looking forward to this class." She turned around, and sashayed her way to the middle of the front row of desks, and took a seat.

Sarah could feel her face flush. She reached down, and pushed the thong into her laptop bag that was on the floor at her feet. More kids were streaming into class, chatting and pulling out notebooks, and taking seats. When the first bell rang, all fifteen students were seated and ready to start. Sarah was still seated, but she wasn't sure she was going to be able to even stand. She looked back down at her notes, and decided she could sit for awhile.

"Hello everyone, I guess we can get going now." Sarah began, trying to sound in control. She could feel a waver in her voice as her body had yet to recover from the shock of seeing Tish in her class. She kept talking, and in a few minutes, she felt like she was in command of herself again. As she talked to the class about their first major writing assignment, she avoided making eye contact with Tish.

Tish was sitting with her hands folded on the desk, smiling at Sarah.

Sarah asked the students to pair off to share with each other their initial ideas for the new writing assignment. They would each be responsible for writing a character description. This character would serve as the main character in a short story that they would eventually write. As the students paired off, they naturally turned to their friends, and Sarah quickly realized that her original plan had a flaw. With fifteen students instead of fourteen as she had originally planned for, there would be one student without a partner, and that student was Tish.

This didn't seem to both Tish in the least. She rose from her desk, and sashayed back to the front of the room, pulled a chair from a side table, and sat down next to Sarah's desk at the front of the room.

"Hello again, Ms. Avery. Seems you'll have to be my partner. I think we should get along just fine though, don't you?" Tish asked with an knowing smile on her face.

"Of course, Tish," Sarah responded, not knowing what else to say. "So, do you have any ideas for the character you'd like to sketch?"

"Hmm...yes, I was thinking that it would be fun to explore a woman trying to find her place in the world. You know what I mean? She is smart, passionate, pretty, but she is also hiding a dark secret about herself. She can't share her true self with the world because she is afraid of what the world would think if it learned about her true desires. This inner turmoil is building inside her. What do you think?"

"Um, yes I think that could work," Sarah replied. A sense of dread was building in the pit of her stomach.

"Great. There are so many things that I can imagine for this woman. She will do anything to make sure her secret is kept, don't you think?" Tish asked.

Sarah paused, understanding what Tish was really asking.

"Yes Tish, I think you are right. For that kind of secret, a woman would do anything to protect herself," Sarah affirmed.

"Oh, I'm so glad you agree. I am so looking forward to working with you Ms. Avery." Tish was smiling radiantly.

The end of class bell rang, and the students looked toward Sarah for direction. Sarah reacted instinctively, "OK class. I hope that you had a good talk with your partner and got some good feedback. I'd like to see a draft of this character sketch by mid-week. See you all tomorrow."

The students packed their things, and exited the room. With such a small class, the room was empty in no time — except for Tish who remained seated next to Sarah.

"It's so convenient that we have lunch right after class, isn't it my pet?" Tish asked rhetorically. "You don't mind if I call you pet, do you?" she asked continuing to pose questions as statements more then questions. Sarah was mortified. This student had finger fucked her in a dance club, and she clearly was looking to use this information to blackmail her.

"Tish, what do you want?" she asked, not wanting to make any offers. She was afraid of what she might ask for. Sarah was already dreading the answer, but had already decided in her mind that if it meant compromising her professional ethics, and giving this girl straight A's in turn for her silence, she was willing to do it. She had not even considered what came out of her mouth.

"You," Tish stated flatly.

"What?" Sarah posed in confusion.

"You, my pet. I only want you to spend some extra time with me, that's all," Tish explained. "Do that, and no one will ever know about our little secret. Refuse me, and I'm sure the Principal would love to hear about how you opened your legs to a complete stranger at the Asylum. I'm sure that would play well in the school paper too."

Sarah was stunned at the girl's response. She had no options. She wasn't entirely clear what she meant by "spend some extra time" but the alternative she did understand.

"I'd be happy to spend as much time with you as I can, Tish," Sarah said as genuinely as she could.

"Oh dearest pet, that makes me so happy. I'll let you know soon when we will meet again outside of class!" she exclaimed. Then, she stood, turned, and sashayed out of class. Sarah stared at her bewildered.

The rest of Sarah's day went by in a blur. When her last class ended, she was pretty sure she no one had noticed, but she couldn't even remember what she had said to her students. All she could really remember was promising to spend extra time with Tish, and she was still trying to imagine what she had gotten herself into

Over the course of the next week, Tish acted like any student in class, for the most part. Sarah did notice that despite her fashion sense, which diverged from the popular crowd, Tish seemed to be well accepted among the other kids in class. Sarah never noticed the types of things that kids often do, thinking no one will see, to express their derision or lack of acceptance of other students in class. No rolling of the eyes, whispers to another peer or sideways glances when they thought no one but their friend was paying attention. Little do students realize how much teachers do actually see and notice that goes left untouched or dealt with.

Tish's goth-girl look did get some extra glances from some of the boys, and one girl actually, that Sarah noticed. Her tight corsets, and short mini skirts, high heeled boots, thigh high stockings that usually did not extend as far as the end of her skirts, and her striking use of makeup seemed to make her a desired bad girl. Her self-confidence and the way she carried herself, and her take no prisoners way of expressing her thoughts to the class all added up to a confident, powerful personality.

All this seemed to explain a lot of things about how she seemed to be able to move among any social caste in the high school, and at the same time, terrified Sarah knowing that she had her future in her hands. Just the hint of any impropriety was enough to ruin a teacher's career even if no evidence could be found. At least, Sarah had the sense of well-being that she had gotten her thong back.

The weekend came and went, and a week after Tish had made it clear that she intended to use their tryst against her, Sarah was starting to relax. Maybe Tish had decided that it wasn't worth it, or maybe she really wasn't that calculating. Class with Tish was uneventful. The kids had started their drafts of their character sketches, and a few students had emailed her drafts to review. When the bell rang, the normal exodus occurred, but this time, when Sarah looked up from her desk, she found Tish standing in front of her with a wicked smile on her face.

"Hi pet," she purred, "I bet you thought I wasn't going to grace you with my presence. I wanted to let you know that you needn't be disappointed. After school today, I'll be stopping by your home for some extra attention. I think I need to explore more deeply this character. You remember, don't you? She has a secret, and it's enough to drive her to do anything to keep it."

Sarah was speechless, and she had a nauseous feeling sweep through her body. Her shock was clearly evident on her face as Tish gave her a concerned look.

"Oh, my sweet little pet, there's nothing to fear. I won't hurt you. Remember our first time together? That felt good didn't it? You told me you trusted me. I haven't lost that trust already have I?" she asked rather rhetorically.

"Um.....No Tish, I...I still trust you," Sarah managed to respond.

"Oh good. Then I'll see you this afternoon. One more thing. I wouldn't want to betray your trust, so when I said I wouldn't hurt you—"

Sarah gasped at the unfinished statement.

Tish giggled. "Nothing like that silly. It might hurt, but you'll thank me later. I promise you that!" Tish had been inching closer and closer to Sarah who was frozen in her desk chair. By now, Tish was leaning over her desk, her face only inches from Sarah's. Tish leaned forward, and for an instant, Sarah thought Tish was going to kiss her. At the last moment, Tish stopped her motion and whispered.

"You haven't earned these lips yet, my pet. But this afternoon, if you are good, maybe you will..." The suggestion in these words did not have the effect that Sarah's conscious mind said it should. She wanted to feel disgusted, revolted, and even out right angry that Tish would suggest that Sarah would want to continue what never should have begun. However, a tingle between her thighs betrayed a wonton desire. The same self-confidence that seemed to keep the boys in class entranced by her was having the same effect on Sarah.

While she was trying to sort this out in her mind, she realized that Tish had already pushed back, and was walking out of the room, hips swaying back and forth, heels clicking.

"Dear God, what have I gotten myself into?" Sarah asked herself when Tish was out of the room. It was at this moment that she fully realized what Tish had just said. "It might hurt, but you'll thank me later. I promise you that." Did she really mean that? Sarah was no prude, but she had never really considered S&M as something that she would ever want. How could pain be arousing? She hated pain, in fact. Now, Sarah wasn't simply confused by her bodies reaction to Tish, but she was completely stupefied. 


"Hurt me? Thank her?" she muttered to herself. Sarah closed her eyes, and pushed the thoughts from her head. She still had classes to teach, and she needed to eat lunch.

At the end of her last class that day, she felt better as the routine of teaching had grounded her. It wasn't until she pulled into her driveway that she started to realize that something bad was going to happen, and she had no idea what to do.

She sat on her couch and did nothing. She couldn't figure out what to do. Tish said she would be coming to her home. Sarah knew this was not good, but she had no idea what to do about it. Tish had all the power. It was Sarah's professional career on the line, and Tish knew it. She closed her eyes and tried to take a deep breath to calm herself when a light rap on her door startled her.

As she walked to the door, her feet felt like lead. She peeked through the peephole and saw Tish staring back at her. She began to slowly turn the door knob, trying to delay the inevitable. When the door was open, Tish stood waiting at her doorstep, staring intently into her eyes. There was a silence that felt like it lasted forever, but Sarah knew it was only seconds before Tish spoke.

"Pet, are you going to invite me in?" Tish asked, somewhat annoyed. Sarah had a fleeting thought about the myths that said vampires can't enter your home without an invitation, and felt her stomach turning as she responded.

"Um, yes, of course, please Tish, come in."

"Thank you, pet. Now that wasn't so hard was it? We'll have to work on your manners," Tish said as she walked past Sarah and into the living room. Sarah followed her not knowing what else to do. Tish sat on the couch, and looked up at Sarah. Sarah stood before Tish hesitantly. "Now, now pet. Don't be nervous. You may kneel here on the floor before me and relax," Tish said in a reassuring voice.

Sarah was dumbfounded by Tish's statement. Kneel? She stood trying to decide what to do.

"You can stand too if you like, for now, but you will learn to follow my directions sooner or later -- the hard way or the easy way. I know what you are thinking. Let me reassure you, this is really happening, and you will learn your place, pet. I will expose you for the slut that you are if you choose not to cooperate. Trust me, you'll have much more fun doing things my way. Now, please kneel and relax," Tish again looked from Sarah's eyes to the floor before her and back and smiled.

Sarah was numb, and slowly fell to her knees. As she did so, she felt her resolve fading.

"Good. Now, let's get right to business, shall we? Take off your blouse," she commanded. Sarah remained motionless. "Now, pet are you going to be difficult? Take off your blouse!" Sarah did not want to give in to Tish's commands. She was already kneeling.

She looked up at Tish, and tried to speak but nothing came out of her mouth. Her mouth was dry, and she could feel herself paralyzed with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Well then, if you are not going to do as I say, then I'll do it myself. But, you will be punished for your disobedience later. Is that what you want?" Tish asked.

Sarah didn't know what to say. She could hear the words, but she couldn't make heads or tails of them. She only knew that if she cooperated, she would be complicit in something she knew was wrong. Before, she hadn't known Tish was a student. But now, everything was different.

"I see I will need to teach you more lessons, my pet," Tish said like she was talking to a puppy, then proceeded to unbutton Sarah's blouse. When she had finished unbuttoning it, she pushed the blouse off of her shoulders, and allowed it to fall exposing Sarah's bra.

"Now the bra, please," Tish ordered.

Sarah managed a whispered plea, "No, please Tish."

Tish smiled, and ran a finger lightly from Sarah's belly button up her torso and beneath her chin, lifting it so they could look into each others' eyes. "Are you saying you don't want this? You know how I can make you feel, remember, pet?"

Sarah wanted to protest. Tish ran her nails over Sarah's breasts, teasing her nipples. Sarah felt her nipples grow immediately hard.

"It seems like you are enjoying this, aren't you pet?" Tish unclasped the bra, and it fell away from Sarah's breasts. She caressed her naked nipples, then pushed the bra from Sarah's shoulders. The bra fell to the floor. Sarah stared at Tish's feet, unable to meet her gaze anymore. She felt humiliated and scared, but her nipples were hard. She felt herself beginning to get wet with arousal. She was totally confused by her body's reactions.

"Good. Mmm your nipples look so sexy. Would you like me to kiss your hard little nipples? Hmmm? Lick them? Suck them? I know, you want me to bite them, don't you pet?" Tish purred. Sarah flushed as she listened to her. Her mind was screaming "No" but with each lurid suggestion, Sarah felt her arousal increase. "Answer me, pet," TIsh commanded.

Sarah hesitated. Her body was betraying her. "If it feels good, who cares?" echoed through her head, but she knew that she things were different now.

"I...I...um..." Sarah barely spoke above a whisper. Sarah was trying to build the resolve to refuse Tish, to try and fight her body's arousal when a sudden sharp pain erupted into her thoughts. Sarah cried out in pain, and she reflexively reached for the source of pain, her nipples. Her movement was halted abruptly by Tish's voice.

"Stop! I didn't say you could move your hands, and I asked you a question. I'm still waiting for an answer," she spoke with a calm but authoritative voice.

The pain was dissipating as Sarah realized that Tish had actually pinched her nipples. Tish was still holding her nipples between her thumb and forefinger, but now instead of pinching hard, she was slowly rolling them between her fingers. The pain disappeared, and was quickly replaced by a tingling sensation that made Sarah's arousal increase yet again.

"Answer me, pet," Tish repeated.

"Yes," Sarah whispered before she even thought about her answer.

"Yes? Yes what, pet?" Tish asked with the best teacher-tell-me-more intonation.

"Yes....yes...I...I want you...to kiss my...nipples," Sarah whispered in reply, struggling to get the words out. Once she had, she had a falling feeling. She had stepped off the cliff, and into the abyss. The pain erupted again, and Sarah again cried out in pain and surprise and just as quickly, it was gone replaced by the sensuous caressing.

"I know you are new, but the appropriate answer would have started or ended with Mistress. As in 'Mistress, yes I want you to kiss my nipples' or 'Yes I want you to kiss my nipples, Mistress'. Do you understand?" Tish said without any hint of recognition of the pain she had just inflicted on Sarah.

"Yes...yes, Mistress, I understand, Mistress," Sarah replied. Her eyes were still closed, and she was fighting the urge to moan in delight as Tish's fingers continued to play with her nipples. Her rationale mind was losing the battle and was in full retreat.

"Good, pet. You are a quick learner. Now, please remove the rest of your clothing. You won't be needing them, and I want to see my pet."

Sarah kept her eyes closed as she fumbled with her skirt, but was soon standing in nothing but her panties. She hesitated as she reached for the waistband, as the last vestige of her rationale mind tried to climb out of the abyss, but she had fallen too far. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband, and pushed them to her ankles, and stepped out of her panties. She stood naked and exposed before Tish. Her breathing short and quick as she fought her nervousness and arousal, trying to remain calm.

Tish moved closer to Sarah. Sarah could feel Tish's breath on her lips. Then fingers slowly stroking her pussy lips. She was already wet with arousal.

"Well well, you are enjoying yourself, no denying it," Tish purred feeling the slickness between Sarah's legs. "Do you remember how good it felt to trust me?" she asked, pushing two fingers inside Sarah's wet pussy.

Sarah gasped at the intrusion. Waves of pleasure swept through her. Tish's fingers worked in and out of her pussy in a slow but steady rhythm.

"Yes, Mistress. I remember. I trust you, Mistress," Sarah whispered. Sarah could already feel herself nearing climax. In the back of her mind, she realized she was more aroused then she should be. Was it the fear? The ***********? The taboo nature of it? Sarah knew that something was driving her arousal more then usual, but she didn't really care what it was--it felt good.

"Good. Now, remember I said I was coming to get some extra attention, and so far, I don't think I've received any attention," Tish stated, and withdrew her fingers. Sarah was so near her climax that the sudden withdrawl was almost painful. She opened her eyes and found herself nose to nose with Tish. "I told you that you might earn these lips," Tish said, her tongue playing across her lips wetting them. "And if you are really good, you might even earn another orgasm. But only if you are really really good," Tish said salaciously.

Tish took Sarah's nipple again and used it to pull her. She led Sarah down the hallway toward her bedroom. Tish peeked into each open doorway as they walked down the hall passing a bathroom and small guest room before they arrived at her bedroom. Tish pulled Sarah to the foot of her bed, then turned to face her, standing so close that Sarah's instincts were to back up. She managed to resist the impulse. As she looked up into Tish's eyes, her second impulse was to wrap her arms around her small waist and pull her into an embrace. She resisted this urge too.

"Good, my pet," Tish said, her lips so close to Sarah's that she could feel Tish's breath on her lips as she spoke. "Now, I'm in need of some attention. It's been too long since I felt the soft touch of a woman. On your knees, my pet," she ordered as she slid herself onto the foot of the bed. Sarah knelt.

"Help me remove these boots. I wouldn't want to soil your bedspread with them, now would I?" Tish raised one leg to Sarah. Her knee length black boot extended toward her. Sarah saw that the boot was criss-crossed from ankle to knee with laces. She started to undo the laces, and loosen the them. When she had enough of the laces loosened, she pulled the boot from her foot. She did the same for the other boot. Tish ran her fishnet covered feet along the underside of Sarah's breasts, then began to touch her nipples. Sarah just looked down and watched her nipples grow harder and more erect.

"Pet, I'm still not the center of your attention. You must learn to focus on me even when your are receiving stimulation. I touch you to please me. You must only worry about pleasing me as well. Now, come here and help me out of the rest of my clothes."

Sarah carefully helped undress Tish. As more and more of her tight young body was revealed to her, Sarah's sense of taboo grew and with it her anticipation and excitement.

"Thank you, my pet. Where shall we start?" she asked with a lurid undertone.


"Um...I don't..." Sarah stammered. She wanted to run away. She also wanted to wrap herself around Tish and press her lips to her lips. To feel her skin touching her skin.

Tish raised one foot and extended it toward Sarah. Sarah looked at her small foot, then to Tish's eyes. Tish met her gaze, then looked back to her foot. She raised it higher, tracing her toes along her neck and to her chin. Sarah understood, and lowered her face, and began to kiss Tish's toes.

"That's a good girl. Let me feel your tongue. Mmmm...yes, suck on my toes. Lick them. Its important that you remember your place, my pet. That's nice. Good. Now show me how much you love Mistress's feet."

Sarah closed her eyes and kissed and licked Tish's foot, working her way from the big toe to the little toe. When she had kissed, licked, and sucked on each toe, she felt Tish's other foot pushing its way into her mouth. She repeated her licking and kissing until she had given each toe its share of attention. She opened her eyes, and looked up between Tish's legs. Her miniskirt had ridden up her thights, exposing her shaved pussy lips. She could see they were beginning to swell with excitement. Sarah thought she could see a sheen of moisture on them.

"Mmm...good girl, my pet. I know what you want," Tish said, spreading her legs wider and allowing her miniskirt to ride up her thighs even more. Sarah looked up at Tish's face. Tish was smiling down at her with a knowing grin. Sarah saw triumph in her eyes, and she knew that she was powerless to rebel. "Come here, pet. Show Mistress how much you want to please her, hmm?"

Mari femelle


Homme marié de 41 ans, père de deux enfants étudiants, cadre supérieur, Marc était le prototype de l'homme qui semble avoir réussi sa vie. Pourtant il avait toujours aimé les hommes et la soumission et il comptait bien profiter de l'absence prolongée de sa famille pour réaliser quelques fantasmes.
C'est ainsi qu'il était entré en contact avec Mohammed sur un site internet. Il lui avait montré sa vraie nature de femelle et s'était exhibé devant sa webcam, prenant toutes les positions que lui ordonnait Mohammed.
Celui-ci lui avait indiqué qu'il cherchait à recruter une douzaine de femmes pour une croisière en Atlantique avec des clients dont il devait garder l'identité secrète. Ces femmes devaient nécessairement être belles et, surtout, extrêmement salopes et disponibles pour une durée de trois semaines.
Bien que Marc soit un homme, Mohammed pensait que *** profil pourrait intéresser ses clients et qu'il ferait une excellente treizième femelle.
A cette idée, Marc s'était presque pâmé d'excitation et avait répondu qu'il se débrouillerait pour se rendre disponible trois semaines et ferait tout ce que Mohammed lui ordonnerait.
Mohammed lui dit de se trouver 8 jours plus tard au port d'Ars, dans l'Ile de Ré. Marc devait arriver en voiture à 3 heures précises du matin et rester dans *** véhicule jusqu'à ce qu'un bateau qui l'attendrait en bas du quai lui fasse signe. Marc devait venir habillé en femme, ou plus précisément vêtu seulement d'une guêpière, d'un porte-jarretelles, de bas résille et de talons aiguille très hauts. Il ne devrait porter ni perruque, ni string ou culotte, devrait avoir une barbe de trois jours mais cependant se mettre sur les lèvres un rouge à lèvres éclatant. Il ne devait pas se raser le corps non plus, excepté la verge, les testicules et l'anus.
Marc acheta immédiatement les vêtements qu'il devrait porter et des escarpins à talons aiguille de 14 cm de haut. Se regardant dans un miroir, il ne put s'empêcher de se trouver ainsi sexuellement attirant. Mince, assez musclé, peu poilu, bien monté, le cul rond et ferme, il ne put s'empêcher de bander en se voyant en tenue de pute. Il s'essaya à marcher, haut perché sur ses talons aiguille, essayant de bien onduler de la croupe comme une femme. C'était la première fois qu'il portait ce genre de tenue et il était excité au plus haut point.
Le jour J il arriva au port d'Ars un quart d'heure avant l'heure fixée. Il savait que les autres filles devaient embarquer avant lui mais il ne voyait aucun mouvement sur le quai. Il commençait à se demander s'il avait fait 500 kilomètres pour rien depuis Paris quand soudain il vit la lumière d'une lampe torche au ras du quai.
Il sortit aussitôt de sa voiture, la ferma soigneusement à clé puisqu'il devrait la laisser là peut-être trois semaines. Il sentit sur sa peau, sur ses fesses, ses testicules, la caresse du vent frais de cette nuit de septembre et marcha résolument vers le quai, sous la lumière crue d'un lampadaire. Il se demandait si on l'observait. Arrivé au bord du quai, il vit en contrebas un long canot à moteur. Sur le canot, une dizaine de filles et trois hommes d'équipage de type maghrébin.
L'un des hommes lui donna l'ordre de descendre l'échelle jusqu'au canot. Pas facile, avec des talons de 14 cm. Marc descendit lentement, sous les yeux des occupants du canot et l'éclairage de la lampe torche. Il sentait la lumière sur *** cul, sur sa raie poilue de mec marié. Il essayait d'avoir bonne contenance, gêné et excité à la pensée de tous ces yeux de femmes et d'hommes braqués sur ses fesses tendues. Enfin il arriva à bord du canot et l'un des hommes lui montra en ricanant où il devait s'assoir : sur un énorme gode qu'il lui tendait avec un sourire narquois. Mort de honte, Marc s'assit avec précaution sur le gode et le sentit entrer peu à peu dans sa chatte. Heureusement qu'il l'avait bien graissée. Les filles l'observaient avec incrédulité, avec sa barbe de trois jours, sa bouche maquillée, ses longues jambes fuselées, sa queue en semi-érection. Le matelot annonça : « la dernière salope est à bord, on peut y aller ».
Le canot démarra et fila vers le large dans le bruit feutré du moteur. Marc sentait les embruns battre *** corps, les vibrations du moteur qui se répercutaient dans *** anus et l'élargissaient. Le matelot s'avança et lui présenta sa queue raidie : « toujours ça de pris, une pipe par cette femelle ». Consciencieusement, Marc prit le sexe dans sa bouche et entreprit une fellation, s'appliquant jusqu'à ce que le mec jouisse d'un long jet crémeux en lui intimant l'ordre de ne pas avaler mais de garder sa semence en bouche. « Montre ta langue, salope, tu aimes ça, hein? Tu vas en manger, crois-moi. Avale tout maintenant et ne perds pas une goutte. Tu es une vraie femelle toi, tu n'es plus un homme à partir de maintenant, compris? ». Humblement, Marc acquiesça et baissa les yeux en se léchant les lèvres. La fille en face de lui le fixait des yeux.
Le canot avançait rapidement vers un long yacht illuminé, mouillé à deux ou trois kilomètres de la côte. Arrivé contre *** bord, le canot stoppa. Au bastingage on distinguait plusieurs hommes accoudés, attendant avec curiosité et excitation ces femmes qui arrivaient pour se faire baiser pendant trois semaines.
Une échelle de coupée fut descendue. « Allez les femmes, on embarque », cria un des matelots.
Le coeur battant à tout rompre et se demandant ce qui allait lui arriver pendant ces trois semaines, paradis ou cauchemar, Marc commença à monter lentement la coupée, au milieu des autres femmes dont il faisait maintenant partie.

Les filles commencèrent à embarquer l'une après l'autre. Toutes étaient dans la tenue prescrite, celle de Marc, sauf qu'elles portaient un string et lui pas. Il ne put s'empêcher de penser que c'était tant mieux car le string n'aurait jamais pu cacher ses attributs masculins et il aurait été complètement ridicule. Il monta l'échelle de coupée le dernier. Une fois les filles rassemblées sur le pont, les matelots remontèrent rapidement le canot : il y a avait peu de fond et le yacht devait s'éloigner rapidement en profitant de la marée montante.

Sous les yeux excités des hommes d'équipage, presque tous d'origine pakistanaise ou indienne, tout le monde fut rassemblé dans le roof du pont supérieur. Leurs yeux étonnés allaient d'une fille à l'autre. L'un des hommes d'équipage, un mec grand et de forte corpulence, apparemment maghrébin, donnait des ordres tout en fixant Marc du regard. Ce doit être le maître d'équipage, pensa Marc. Un officier entra alors pour s'adresser aux filles.

Il leur expliqua que les propriétaires du yacht étaient d'une famille princière du golfe Persique. Ils se réservaient les plus belles filles. Trois autres filles seraient pour les 5 officiers du bord. Tous les hommes à bord, comme toutes les femmes devaient être sains et les princes avaient exigé de tous le certificat nécessaire. « Quant à toi, dit-il en s'adressant à Marc, tu seras la femelle des 18 hommes d'équipage ». Marc ne bandait plus du tout et sentait sa queue devenir de plus en plus petite au fur et à mesure que *** inquiétude grandissait. Il s'était attendu à trois semaines de plaisir et il voyait se profiler en réalité trois semaines qui pourraient bien virer au cauchemar.

Il n'y avait que dix filles au lieu des douze prévues, plus Marc. L'officier choisit rapidement 7 filles parmi les plus belles et les envoya rejoindre leurs hôtes. Les trois autres sortirent à leur tour, suivies par l'officier. Il ne restait plus que Marc dans la salle, au milieu d'une demi-douzaine d'hommes. Le maître d'équipage s'approcha de Marc, en fit le tour puis lui donna l'ordre de se pencher en avant en cambrant bien les reins. Marc s'exécuta et alla même plus loin, instinctivement, en écartant les fesses. Passées ses premières inquiétudes, il sentait une excitation le gagner, la plus forte qu'il ait jamais ressentie. Il essayait désespérément de ne pas bander mais il entra malgré lui dans une formidable érection qui fit s'esclaffer les hommes présents.
Le maître d'équipage lui caressa la croupe, puis lui infligea une forte claque ***ore et introduisit *** index dans sa chatte pour en tester l'élasticité. Marc se tortilla un peu pour faciliter l'accès à sa chatte et permettre au maître d'équipage d'enfoncer *** doigt le plus loin possible. Toute honte bue, il se sentait prêt désormais à être la femelle des 18 matelots du bord, si toutefois une salope comme lui pouvait les intéresser autant qu'une femme.

Le maître d'équipage lui expliqua quel serait *** rôle pendant les trois semaines. « Je m'appelle Abdou, lui dit-il, c'est moi qui dirige les hommes d'équipage. Il n'y a que deux femmes à bord, mais ce ***t de vielles femmes, la gouvernante et la cuisinière des princes. Il y a deux semaines qu'on a quitté Cannes et on a besoin d'une femme. Tu feras l'affaire et on t'appellera Loubna. On va d'abord bien te dresser pour que tu comprennes ce qu'on attend de toi ».

Abdou fit un signe à deux hommes qui encadrèrent Marc, devenu Loubna, et ils le conduisirent au fond du bateau dans les quartiers de l'équipage. Ils l'enfermèrent dans un vaste local très sommairement meublé. L'un des hommes lui mit la main aux fesses et se frotta contre *** cul, lui faisant bien sentir *** sexe dur sous *** pantalon. Puis ils s'en allèrent en fermant la porte à clé.
Marc se retrouva seul. Il sentait aux mouvements du bateau et au bruit du moteur tout proche que le yacht prenait rapidement de la vitesse. Plus moyen de revenir en arrière. La seule façon pour que les choses se passent « bien » était de jouer le rôle qu'on lui avait assigné -et qu'il avait lui-même recherché même s'il ne s'était jamais attendu à une « tâche » d'une telle ampleur.

Sans montre, Marc ne savait pas quelle heure il était. Il décida de s'étendre sur la maigre couchette de la cabine. Il n'y avait pas de couverture. Quasiment nu, il avait froid. Il se réveilla d'un sommeil léger quand la porte s'ouvrit au petit matin. C'était Abdou.

« Nous sommes maintenant en haute mer et nous allons en direction des Canaries. Voilà comment ça va se passer pour toi. Tu es venu ici de ton plein gré et maintenant il va falloir assurer car il y a 18 hommes à satisfaire. Pour commencer, on va te raser, et je me fiche de savoir ce que ta femme en pensera quand tu la reverras. De toute façon, tu ne seras plus un homme après ce que tu vas vivre ici. Je reviendrai te voir quand tu seras lisse et je t'expliquerai la suite ».

Marc fut immédiatement conduit dans la salle où on devait le raser. Il dut se déshabiller complètement sous les yeux des hommes charges de sa surveillance puis s'étendre à plat ventre sur une longue table.
Les deux vielles femmes entrèrent et préparèrent leur matériel sous le regard inquiet de Marc. Il était cramoisi de honte, essayant de deviner les pensées des deux femmes. Très certainement elles devaient le mépriser comme jamais il ne l'avait été. Elles commencèrent leur besogne avec dextérité : le torse, les aisselles, les bras puis les jambes. Elles lui écartèrent les fesses et poursuivirent leur travail en silence puis le faire mettre sur le dos, jambes levées e écartées pour parfaire leur ouvrage avant de finir par *** pubis et *** sexe tout recroquevillé. Curieusement pensa Marc, elles lui laissèrent sa barbe naissante. Elles le massèrent enfin avec une huile parfumée pour adoucir et assouplir sa peau, devenu entièrement lisse et blanche.

Abdou revint et annonça qu'il essaierait Loubna le premier comme *** rang dans l'équipage l'y autorisait. Il le conduisit dans les coursives du bateau, à nouveau en guêpière, porte-jarretelles, bas résille et talons aiguille. Marc s'efforçait de garder *** équilibre et le peu de dignité que lui laissait sa situation. Ils croisèrent beaucoup d'hommes d'équipage, qui lui mirent pour la plupart une main furtive sur la croupe lorsqu'il passa devant eux. Tous le fixaient, tous savaient que leur tour viendrait. Abdou s'arrêta devant une porte, celle de sa cabine, y poussa Marc en le traitant de zamel (passif), de fatma (femelle) et de kahba (pute).
La porte se referma. Les rêves -ou les cauchemars- de Marc allaient vraiment commencer.

Marc fut poussé violemment sur la couchette au fond de la cabine. Abdou lui ordonna de se mettre à quatre pattes, la joue sur la couchette, croupe relevée au maximum et cuisses écartées. Dans cette position, on ne voyait plus que l'anus de Marc sous la lumière crue du plafonnier. Les couilles pendantes et la verge désormais inutile, Marc se sentait soumis et s'attendait à être violé sans ménagement.
Abdou se dégrafa et s'approcha du cul exposé à sa vue. Sa bite de vingt centimètres en érection, il se positionna à l'entrée de l'orifice ainsi offert.
Il resta quelques secondes en contemplation devant cet anneau brun et légèrement entrouvert. Il cracha sur ses doigts et entreprit de lubrifier cette chatte qu'il était le premier à bord à utiliser. *** gland commença à se frayer un chemin, avec une douceur qui surprit Marc. Mais très vite Abdou s'enfonça davantage et Marc ne put retenir un cri de douleur, affolé par la sensation que ce sexe énorme allait lui déchirer l'anneau.
« Tais-toi salope », lui intima Abdou. « Tu n'auras pas mal longtemps et dans deux jours, avec tous les mecs qui te seront passés dessus, ton trou restera ouvert en permanence ».
Abdou s'enfonça d'un seul coup et vint buter au fond de la chatte de Marc qui étouffa un cri de douleur. Puis Abdou le besogna lentement, assouplissant l'anus offert, faisant de lents mouvements avant d'accélérer. Maintenant, les coups de boutoir d'Abdou se déchaînaient. Marc sentait *** trou s'ouvrir et commençait à ressentir du plaisir. Il geignait doucement, comme une femme, la femme qu'il était devenu. Il avait du mal à conserver *** équilibre sous l'effort et Abdou l'empoigna par les hanches, l'insultant en arabe. Puis tout à coup, Abdou le retourna sur la couchette, le tint par les chevilles, écartant ses jambes, sans même sortir de *** cul. Il se coucha de tout *** long sur Marc qui sentit le poids de *** corps l'écraser tandis que la langue d'Abdou forçait le passage de ses lèvres et fouillait sa bouche. Marc s'abandonna, jamais il n'avait été aussi heureux. Il comprit qu'Abdou venait et allait l'ensemencer. Dans un râle, Abdou éjacula, inondant la chatte de Marc de longs jets chauds que celui-ci sentit avec un immense bonheur.
Abdou se retira aussitôt et présenta sa queue à Marc qui s'empressa de la prendre avec reconnaissance dans sa bouche pour la nettoyer et ne pas perdre une goutte de la semence qui perlait du méat. Mais Abdou bandait encore. Il tira Marc sur le bord du lit et l'encula à nouveau d'un seul coup de reins. Lubrifiée par le sperme d'Abdou, encore béante, sa chatte accueillit le sexe dressé. Immédiatement après, Marc se sentit soulevé par des bras puissants et plaqué le dos contre la cloi*** de métal de la cabine. Assis sur la verge d'Abdou, il mit instinctivement les jambes autour de la taille de *** amant et ses bras autour de *** cou et se laissa travailler, la tête rejetée en arrière, les yeux mi-clos. Abdou plaça ses mains sous les fesses de Marc. Il le soulevait légèrement pour mieux ensuite le laisser descendre sur sa verge. Marc la sentait au fond de lui, entre ses reins, dure, vivante, palpitante. Dans cette position, il se sentait totalement femme, enfin lui-même, toute dignité d'homme abdiquée. A nouveau, au bout de quelques minutes, Abdou jouit au fond de Marc puis le releva d'un coup. Prestement, il recueillit avec la main le foutre qui s'échappait de l'anus de Marc. Il tendit la main vers la bouche de Marc qui lécha consciencieusement et avec avidité le jus épais. Il accomplissait ces gestes avec un tel naturel, un tel instinct qu'Abdou ne put s'empêcher d'éprouver furtivement une sorte d'admiration.
« C'était un aperçu de ce qui t'attend pendant trois semaines », lui dit Abou. « Il y a encore une vingtaine de mecs qui attendent leur tour, alors voilà comment ça va se passer ».
« A partir de maintenant, on va te mettre à la diète car tu as un peu de ventre pour une femelle. Pendant 4 ou 5 jours, on va te nourrir à notre façon : tu ne mangeras pas autre chose que le sperme qu'on te donnera».
Cette annonce provoqua chez Marc la plus grande excitation. Il entra en érection, pas pour longtemps car Abdou lui donna aussitôt une claque puissante sur la verge. « N'oublie pas que tu es une femme, et ta queue n'a aucune utilité ici, seuls tes trous nous intéressent ».
Puis Abdou alla ouvrir la porte de sa cabine. Plusieurs hommes attendaient dans la coursive. « Elle est à vous maintenant » leur dit Abdou en poussant sans ménagement Marc dehors. « Emmenez-la dans l'entrepont. »
Marc se retrouva au milieu de cinq hommes surexcités qui l'entourèrent, lui caressèrent les seins, les fesses, insinuèrent leurs doigts dans sa chatte humide de sperme. Ils l'emmenèrent dans un petit local, une sorte de hangar dont un côté n'était pas fermé et donnait directement sur le pont. L'un après l'autre, ils déchargèrent qui dans la bouche, qui dans la chatte de Marc, dans des halètements et des grognements de plaisir. A présent, Marc était épuisé et se serait volontiers effondré de sommeil mais il sentit qu'on lui attachait un collier autour du cou, avec une chaîne de plusieurs mètres de longueur attachée à la rambarde à l'extérieur. Le tout était fixé par deux cadenas, un sur le collier, le second à l'autre bout de la chaîne sur la rambarde.
Au sol, une paillasse, une écuelle d'eau et les godes qu'on lui avait demandé d'apporter avec lui.
Les hommes le quittèrent et Marc but avidement. Un peu plus tard, Abdou revint le voir et lui expliqua qu'il passerait ici le reste de *** séjour à bord. Il ne quitterait le local que pour être lavé et rasé par les deux vieilles femmes ou lorsqu'Abdou l'emmènerait dans sa cabine. Il serait disponible ici en permanence pour les hommes qui ne seraient pas de quart et devrait entre deux visites se goder régulièrement pour garder sa chatte toujours prête à servir.
Les jours suivants, Marc eut du mal à dormir, tenaillé par la faim et les visites incessantes des hommes d'équipage. La quatrième jour, il se surprit à attendre avec impatience ces visites, espérant chaque fois, tellement il avait faim, que les hommes déchargeraient dans sa bouche. Il se sentait sale, barbu, *** cou était blessé par le collier, il avait été fécondé des dizaines de fois et le sol autour de lui était glissant du sperme qui s'écoulait sans arrêt de *** anus dont il ne maîtrisait plus les sphincters. Mais heureusement il n'avait pas mal, *** corps s'était habitué à ce traitement.
Le cinquième jour, pendant que deux hommes se vidaient, l'un dans sa bouche, l'autre dans sa chatte, il eut la surprise de voir deux femmes. Pas les femmes âgés, non, deux des femmes réservées aux princes. Elles observaient la scène avec stupéfaction, une lueur d'excitation dans le regard. Les voyant, les deux hommes redoublèrent d'ardeur. L'un des deux jouit dans la bouche de Marc qui tourna un visage hébété vers les deux spectatrices, la bouche encore pleine de sperme. Le second homme d'équipage, un grand costaud un peu bedonnant mais monté comme un âne, voulait montrer sa ***** aux deux femmes. Il souleva Marc comme une plume, le tenant par la taille, et l'enfila d'un seul coup sur *** pieu. Marc ne put retenir un cri de surprise et de douleur. Celle-ci disparut l'instant d'après, tellement sa chatte avait été élargie les jours passés. Il ne pouvait voir le matelot car celui-ci était derrière lui et le soulevait alternativement jusqu'à ce que *** sexe ressorte complètement de sa chatte puis il l'empalait de nouveau. Dans l'intervalle, la chatte de Marc n'avait pas le temps de se refermer et il l'offrait, béante, à la vue des deux femmes, ainsi que *** sexe et ses couilles qui ballotaient, inutiles. Le matelot finit par jouir dans le cul de Marc, mais celui-ci était trop ouvert pour pouvoir retenir toute cette semence qui coula le long de ses cuisses et tomba sur le sol. En l'insultant, l'homme lui dit de lécher le sol, ce que fit Marc en s'agenouillant humblement, sa chatte continuant de relâcher de petits jets de sperme. Il avait perdu tout sentiment de dignité et cette scène avait pour les deux jeunes femmes une sorte de beauté fascinante et diabolique.

Le soir, Marc fut à nouveau rasé par les deux vieilles femmes. Il y prit cette fois beaucoup de plaisir, se montrant bien salope, toute honte bue, écartant les fesses avec les mains, levant les jambes pour faciliter leur travail, sous l'œil fixe des deux gardiens. Il sentait que *** anus s'était très fortement élargi, et avait gagné en élasticité. Du sperme en suintait de temps à autre, que les deux femmes essuyaient méthodiquement en poursuivant imperturbablement leur travail.

Dans les jours suivants, Marc fut installé dans une sorte de parc pour enfants, posé à même le pont. Il disposait de toute une panoplie de godes et passait la journée à s'empaler et à se travailler la chatte, interrompu de temps à autre par un matelot qui venait juter dans sa bouche. Puis il reprenait *** travail, ne pensant à rien d'autre qu'à s'élargir l'anus, à s'enfoncer des godes toujours plus gros, toujours plus longs.

Le soir, deux matelots le promenaient en laisse sur le pont pour lui dégourdir les jambes. Ils croisaient fréquemment plusieurs des autres filles qui le regardaient passer, tantôt incrédules, tantôt ricanant. Marc était dans un état second, tenaillé par la faim.
La mer était belle et Marc évoluait maintenant sans aucune difficulté sur ses talons aiguille, la croupe légèrement ondulante.

Cela faisait maintenant deux semaines qu'il avait embarqué. Dans une semaine il regagnerait la terre ferme mais ne serait plus jamais le même. Pourrait-il retrouver sa famille après ce qu'il avait vécu, ou bien essaierait-il de continuer à vivre en femelle? Il y pensait de plus en plus sérieusement.

Tard le soir, lors d'une des promenades en laisse, ses geôliers et lui croisèrent un des princes, accompagné d'une fille sublime. *** regard croisa celui du prince qui le regardait fixement. Il baissa les yeux et s'approcha lorsque le prince lui en intima l'ordre. Une belle queue brune et large sortit de la djellaba et Marc comprit qu'il devait la prendre dans sa bouche. Il commença à la sucer avec application mais sentit soudain dans sa bouche un jet chaud et salé. Il eut un haut le corps mais le prince lui plaquait la tête contre *** bas ventre. L'urine lui remplissait la bouche, il respirait difficilement et finit par boire à petites gorgées.

Pendant la dernière semaine, Marc dut subir toutes sortes **************** de la part de l'équipage dont il était incontestablement devenu la chienne. Les fellations succédaient aux sodomies, sa bouche et sa chatte étaient devenues des réceptacles à l'urine de tous ces hommes. Lorsque *** ventre était trop rempli, Marc s'accroupissait et relâchait l'urine sous les regards hilares des hommes qui l'entouraient. On eût dit alors qu'il pissait comme une fille.

Puis le bateau remonta vers le nord pour ramener sa cargai*** de putes à bon port.
Une surprise avait été réservée à Marc : la totalité des hommes d'équipage lui passa sur le corps l'avant dernière nuit. Il était mis à l'abattage et les queues se succédaient dans sa bouche et dans sa chatte désormais trop élargie pour conserver tout ce foutre qui lui coulait sur les cuisses. Marc ne vivait plus que pour se donner comme aucune pute ne l'aurait fait.
Puis tout s'arrêta : le dernier jour, on le détacha et on le mena dans une cabine où il put se doucher et se reposer. Instinctivement, il se touchait la chatte et se prenait à espérer qu'un des hommes qu'il entendait passer continûment dans la coursive entrerait pour se vider. Mais la seule visite qu'il reçut fut celle d'Abdou.

« Tu as été de loin la meilleure pute du bord » lui dit-il. « Tu vas rentrer chez toi dans quelques heures mais si tu le veux tu pourras nous rejoindre l'été prochain dans le golfe de Saint-Tropez pour une autre croisière. N'oublie pas ce que tu es maintenant : une femelle qui s'appelle Loubna. On te sifflera dans un an et j'espère qu'entre-temps tu auras entraîné ta chatte ».

Une nouvelle vie


Je m'appelle Max, j'ai 40 ans, je ne suis pas vraiment un playboy, pas vraiment moche non plus. J'ai 5 kg en trop, mais j'essaye de m'entretenir en faisant un peu de musculation. J'ai toujours aimé le sexe, mais je n'avais encore jamais vécu ce qui m'arrive maintenant.
Je suis marié depuis 17 ans et ma femme est assez conventionnelle question sexe. J'ai la chance de me déplacer souvent pour mon travail et j'en profite souvent pour aller en boite et profiter des opportunités. Lors d'un de mes déplacement, dans l'hôtel que je fréquente habituellement, j'ai rencontré la femme qui a fait basculer ma vie.
J'avais terminé mon travail et je pensais prendre une douche, me reposer dans ma chambre puis me faire un resto avant d'aller dans une boite de nuit que je connaissais...
Je traversais le hall de l'hôtel lorsqu'une femme, cheveux noirs, petite, yeux noirs entourés de kôhl, très agitée, m'interpelle: "Bonsoir, vous devez être François?" Je lui répond que non, je m'appelle Max. Elle insiste, me dit que je correspond à la description qu'on lui a donné, qu'elle doit absolument trouver François, s'agite, s'énerve, me demande pourquoi je ne veux pas reconnaître que je suis François...
Dans le hall de l'hôtel, on commence à nous regarder, je lui propose d'aller au bar afin de nous expliquer. Elle refuse et me dit "Vous êtes François et vous m'emmenez dans votre chambre!". Pour éviter un début de scandale, je la dirige vers l'ascenseur et nous rejoignons ma chambre.
Je lui propose de s'asseoir et de se calmer, je sors mon portefeuille et je lui dis: "Madame, voici mon passeport, comme vous le voyez, je m'appelle Max Garcin et non François..."
Je l'observe, ses yeux ***t magnifiques, *** visage se contracte en réalisant *** erreur, puis une larme perle à *** oeil. "Alors aidez moi, je ne sais plus que faire" me dit-elle d'une petite voix.
Le téléphone de ma chambre ***ne, le portier me demande si j'ai besoin de la police pour évacuer la femme qui m'importune, je la regarde, elle comprend qu'il s'agit d'elle et secoue la tête en soufflant NON. Je répond que la dame est partie et que tout va bien. Elle me dit "merci tu me sauves".
Je lui demande si elle veut boire quelque chose, il y a du champagne dans le mini-bar, elle accepte, je nous sert deux verres puis je lui demande de m'accorder le temps d'une douche avant de m'expliquer *** problème.
Je la laisse pour entrer dans la salle de bain, en me retournant, je la vois enlever *** manteau, je n'avais pas imaginé des seins pareils, un pull en laine moulant, pas de soutien-gorge et des seins énormes.
Je me douche, je bande en pensant à l'image de ces seins. La porte de la salle de bain s'ouvre, j'écarte le rideau de douche et je la vois entrer. Elle me dit "Je viens me faire pardonner, tu veux bien ?" Je n'ai pas le temps de répondre qu'elle se précipite sur ma queue. Je n'ai pas eu le temps d'arrêter la douche, *** pull est déjà trempé, la vue de ses seins fait doubler le volume de ma queue. Je lui repousse la tête "Arrête, je ne sais même pas ton nom et tes seins me rendent fou" Elle enlève *** pull et saute de
nouveau sur ma queue, cette fois, elle caresse mes couilles, puis ses doigts caresse mon anus, je fais un saut en arrière. Elle me dit "Mais laisse toi faire !" et recommence.
Cette fois, elle essaye de faire entrer un doigt, je fais un nouveau saut en arrière alors elle dit "Tu me laisse faire ou je m'en vais" Ma queue a tellement envie de sa bouche que je la laisse me reprendre, elle bouffe ma queue et cette fois, je ne bouge plus lorsque je sens *** doigt me pénétrer. Elle suce tellement bien que ce doigt qui va et vient de plus en plus vite commence à me plaire et tout à coup, elle se retire. Je bande comme un âne et elle me regarde, elle commence à caresser ses seins. Je m'approche pour la toucher alors elle recule et me dit "Avant de continuer je veux savoir si tu es celui que j'attends" Je lui répond qu'elle ne peut pas me laisser dans cet état alors elle me répond "Je peux te laisser comme ça, tu seras bien capable de te branler, mais je peux aussi te faire jouir comme per***ne ne l'a jamais fait, c'est pour ça que nous devons parler." Elle quitte la salle de bain, j'enfile un peignoir et je la rejoins dans ma chambre.
J'ai mal aux couilles à ***** de bander et je suis de mauvaise humeur. Elle est assise sur mon lit, elle a remis *** pull mouillé. Elle me regarde avec un sourira moqueur: "Alors tu as décidé de m'écouter? A voir cette grosse bosse, tu as préféré attendre?"

J'ai mal aux couilles a ***** de bander et je suis de mauvaise humeur. Elle est assise sur mon lit, elle a remis *** pull mouillé. Elle me regarde avec un sourire moqueur: "Alors tu as décidé de m'écouter ? A voir cette grosse bosse, tu as préféré attendre ?"
"Maintenant tu parles ou tu te casses, j'ai faim, je suis frustré et tu m'énerves" Elle n'a pas vraiment l'air impressionnée par ma colère, avec *** pull mouillé, ses tétons qui pointent et *** jean's moulant, elle a l'air d'une vraie salope. Je n'arrive pas vraiment à lui donner un âge, les seins ***t fermes, ses fesses que je n'ai pas encore vues ont vraiment l'air bandantes par contre, les petits plis autour des yeux et de la bouche me disent entre 40 et 50 ans.
Elle me dévisage, elle ne me répond pas et commence de se caresser les seins. Je n'en peu plus, j'enlève mon peignoir et je la couche sur le lit, je relève *** pull et je frotte ma queue contre ses seins. Elle me regarde et me dis :"Tu en a mis du temps..." Alors elle me reprend dans sa bouche et commence à enlever *** jean's, je suis surpris, elle ne porte pas de slip. Tout en me suçant, elle caresse sa chatte rasée je vois vaguement des cuisses assez épaisses et un cul splendide. Ses doigts vont de plus en plus vite. Trop pour moi, je jouis dans sa bouche, elle serre sa bouche sur ma queue pour garder tout mon sperme puis elle me repousse et sa bouche cherche la mienne. Elle me fais boire mon sperme, j'essaye de me défendre, mais sa langue est la plus forte... Elle me regarde et me murmure "Tu aimes ? J'espère parce que tu vas encore en boire" Je ne suis pas sur d'avoir compris, mais en la regardant se branler je ne pose plus trop de questions. Elle est à genoux sur mon lit, sa main gauche s'agite sur *** clitoris et sa main droite caresse *** anus. Lorsqu'elle enfonce *** majeur dans *** cul, je bande de nouveau comme une âne et je m'approche d'elle. Elle me dit "Non pas encore, tu regardes et ensuite on parle..." Sans me laisser le temps de savoir si je l'écoutais ou non, elle se met à gémir, à trembler puis à pousser de petits cris. Elle a deux doigts dans *** cul et dans *** orgasmes, elle me dit viens, suce mes doigts, déguste mon cul...
Je bande toujours, je meurs de faim et je ne sais toujours pas qui est la dame assise sur mon lit, en train de finir mon verre de champagne.
"Je vais tout t'expliquer, mais va t'habiller et nous irons manger, moi aussi j'ai faim" je lui demande si elle a vu l'état de ma queue, elle me répond que si elle ne s'est pas trompée à mon sujet, elle allait bientôt s'en occuper et en mieux que dans mes fantasmes les plus fous.
Elle fouille dans ma valise et m'emprunte une chemise, lorsque je lui dit de ne surtout pas se gêner, elle rit et me demande de me dépêcher. Lorsque je suis prêt, elle a remis ses jean's et *** manteau qui cache ma chemise trop grande pour elle.
Pour éviter le portier, nous prenons l'escalier de secours. Une fois dehors de l'hôtel, j'appelle un taxi (pour mes déplacements professionnels je prend toujours le train). Je donne l'adresse d'un restaurant italien que j'aime bien. Le taxi s'ébranle lorsqu'elle me dit :"je suis désolée, mais je n'aime pas la cuisine italienne je te propose une autre adresse." Le chauffeur bougonne en disant que c'est trop loin mais change de direction pour se rendre à l'adresse qu'elle lui donne.
Nous sortons du centre ville, nous traver***s quelques villages puis le taxi s'arrête en pleine campagne en disant :"C'est ici". Je paie le taxi et nous sortons. Elle me dirige vers un portail mal éclairé et presse avec assurance sur un bouton que je n'avais même pas vu. Elle m'assure que nous sommes arrivé dans le meilleur restaurant Thai de la région. Elle se dirige vers l'homme qui vient d'apparaître et lui murmure quelque chose. Le portail s'ouvre, nous suivons une longue allée pour déboucher sur un manoir magnifique. La porte de la salle à manger s'ouvre et un maître d'hôtel nous dirige à une table isolée. On nous sert du champagne. "Maintenant, tu vas enfin répondre à mes questions, tu es qui, nous sommes ou, qui est François ?"
Laisse moi encore trois minutes me dit-elle, je vais me changer et je te promets de tout te dire. Elle se lève et disparaît, je me demande comment elle peut se changer alors qu'elle n'a de sac ou de valise... J'observe la salle, plusieurs tables ***t occupées, les femmes semblent très belles... Je n'ai pas vraiment le temps de tout observer lorsqu'elle arrive. Je reste sans voix. Plus de chemise trop grande, plus de jean's mais une robe noir moulante, les seins pointés, les jambes gainées de noir...
"Ou as-tu trouvé ces habits ?" tss me dit-elle, maintenant je vais tout t'expliquer. Je m'appelle Natascha

"Je m'appelle Natasha, je t'avoue que mon histoire de François, que je cherchais n'est pas tout à fait vraie... " je la regarde, je ne comprends pas... Elle met ma main sur sa cuisse et me dit: "Tais-toi, nous allons commander notre repas." Elle claque ses doigts et le maître d'hôtel apparaît, celui-ci se penche légèrement et lui demande, sans me regarder, "Comme d'habitude?" Elle lui répond " Non, ce soir je veux le meilleur" Il s'en va et Natasha prend ma main, elle m'accompagne jusqu'à la limite de *** bas, je sens sa peau nue, je monte encore, sa main me pose sur sa chatte, nue et trempée.
Les plats arrivent, elle enlève *********** ma main et me dit: "Tu as faim ? Alors on mange..." Tout est délicieux, la bouteille de champagne vide est remplacée par une autre, Natascha mange comme une chatte en se léchant les lèvres. Je ne sais toujours pas ou je suis et avec qui je suis, comme si elle sentait mon agacement, je sens *** pied caresser ma jambe, je prend ce pied dans ma main, ce tout petit pied gainé de soie me fait tout de suite bander. Je sers *** pied plus fort et je lui dit que maintenant j'ai assez attendu et que j'attends ses explications.
Elle retire *** pied, remet ses chaussures, se lève et me dit "Suis moi et tu sauras tout..." Je la suis, nous sortons, elle se dirige vers une porte que je n'avais pas vu. Elle frappe, on lui ouvre la porte, elle murmure quelque chose et quelqu'un nous accompagne. Nous descendons un escalier là encore une porte qui s'ouvre après que Natasha ai murmuré je ne sais quoi. Nous sommes dans une pièce immense, voûtée, pleines d'alcôves, Natasha me prend la main et m'emmène dans une alcôve meublée d'une table et de deux canapés, seule une bougie nous éclaire. "Assieds toi et maintenant écoute moi !" Je résiste un peu en lui disant que çà fait plus de 3 heures que j'attends ses explications, j'aurais du me taire parce qu'elle empoigne mes couilles en me disant, "c'est trop tard, ici tu es chez moi alors tu m'écoutes ou j'appelle mes amis..." je décide de me taire et de l'écouter.
"En fait, je te connais depuis longtemps, je sais que tu viens régulièrement dans l'hôtel ou je t'ai accosté, je sais que tu aimes fréquenter les boites de nuit, je t'ai vu avec deux putes noires, je t'ai vu avec des blondes, des brunes, et je me suis renseignée, je connais bien Nadia qui tient le bar, elle m'a beaucoup parlé de toi..." Je me tais, complètement abasourdi, mais elle continue "Oui j'en sais beaucoup sur toi et sur tes fantasmes les plus secrets..."

J'ai peur qu'elle sache vraiment tout de moi, c'est vrai un soir de fête, j'ai parlé à Nadia... Plongé dans mes réflexions, je sens de nouveau *** pied contre ma jambe, j'essaye de me souvenir... "Alors Max, tu n'aurais pas parlé de ton fantasme? Tu n'aurais pas dit qu'une femme avec une queue d'homme te faisait rêver?" Je ne sais plus que dire, c'est vrai que j'y pense depuis longtemps, mais cela reste caché en moi...
"Alors tu comprends de quoi je parle?" Elle prend ma main et la pose sur sa chatte encore plus mouillée que tout à l'heure "Moi aussi je veux voir un homme sucer la queue qui va me baiser et encore bien d'autres choses, tu me plais, je te veux et je sens que tu es prêt à me suivre dans mes délires, j'ai lu dans tes yeux des désirs aussi pervers que les miens."

Tout en me parlant, *** pied remonte jusqu'à ma queue coincée dans mon pantalon et douloureuse à ***** de bander.

... *** pied remonte jusqu'à ma queue coincée dans mon pantalon,elle est douloureuse à ***** de bander. Natasha me regarde, elle retire ma main de sa chatte, suce mes doigts et me dit "Tu peux encore choisir de t'en aller, mais si tu restes, tu es à moi." J'ai trop bu et je bande trop pour me poser des questions. "Je suis à toi, mais ne me laisse pas comme ça!"
Elle continue de me regarder "Tu es vraiment sur de toi?" Je la regarde sans rien dire et je déboutonne mon pantalon. Ma queue est enfin libre, je lui dit "C'est assez clair?" "Enlève ton pantalon et lève toi" Elle m'engloutit, je suis déjà au bord de l'orgasme alors elle se retire et me dit: "Ne bouge surtout pas, reste debout, je reviens dans une minute" Je me sens idiot, seul, debout avec ma queue qui bande si fort que mes couilles se contractent...Je n'ai pas vraiment le temps de réfléchir que Natasha est de retour accompagnée d'une superbe blonde plus grande que moi, ses tétons pointent sous une blouse en soie noire, elle balance *** cul moulé dans une mini jupe noire aussi.
Sans un mot, elle se met à genoux et engloutit ma queue. Aucune femme ne m'avait sucé comme ça, elle bouffe ma queue jusqu'au fond de sa gorge, la baigne dans un flot de salive, Natasha se met aussi à genoux, mais derrière moi et commence à sucer mes couilles, sa langue se déplace pour lécher mon cul. Je ne peux plus me retenir, je jouis, mon sperme se déverse dans sa bouche pendant que la langue de Natasha viole mon cul. La grande blonde quitte ma queue et la bouche pleine de sperme se jette sur ma bouche, elle m'oblige à me boire... Natasha a quitté mon cul et est en train de dégrafer la mini-jupe de la blonde et alors je n'en crois pas mes yeux, des bas, un porte jarretelle, un string noir qui ne contient plus une énorme bosse.
Natasha libère une énorme queue quelle branle doucement en me disant: "Elle est à toi, met toi à genoux, approche ta bouche...".Je touche cette queue avec ma main, puis je la prend dans ma bouche. C'est la révélation, je suce, j'entoure ma langue, je bouffe le gland, c'est mille fois mieux que dans mes rêves. Natasha me regarde, elle s'approche et nos langue se cherche, nous suçons à tour de rôle... Elle se retire et se penche contre mon oreille: "Tu n'avales pas, tu gardes tout dans ta bouche et tu partages" Je bande de nouveau comme un fou, Natasha se branle en me regardant, je veux faire jouir cette queue si bonne dans ma bouche, je la suce de plus en plus vite, je la sens qui grossis encore, puis une crispation et ça gicle dans ma bouche, Natasha se précipite, elle veut le dernier jet, elle ouvre la bouche et savoure puis elle écarte mes lèvres avec sa langue elle fouille ma bouche, aspire, boit, elle se branle de plus en plus vite, et en jouissant, elle remet sur ma langue un mélange de sa salive et de sperme.
J'ai toujours une érection monstrueuse. Natasha reprend *** souffle, l'autre, elle ou il, me dit "C'était la première fois?" "Oui, j'en avais souvent rêver, mais c'est la première fois" "J'espère que ce ne sera pas la dernière... Je m'appelle Sandra, je connais Natasha depuis très longtemps, elle est complètement givrée mais tu dois l'être aussi, parce qu'elle ne se trompe jamais sur les mecs qu'elle choisit" Natasha sourit et dit: "Tu as rai*** ma belle et celui-ci est encore plus dépravé que moi, j'en suis certaine..." Sandra me dévisage, *** regard descend vers ma queue qui bande toujours, elle dit a Natasha "Tu lui dis ce que l'on veut pendant que je le suce"

Sandra prend ma queue dans ses main, elle commence de lécher mon gland, sa langue essaye de pénétrer mon urètre, je suis entre la douleur et la jouissance suprême, sa main qui était sur mes couilles descend sur mon anus, je sens un doigt me pénétrer, elle enfile un deuxième doigt, et reprend ma queue dans sa bouche. Natasha me regarde, ses mains caresse les seins de Sandra, elle relève sa blouse et prend les tétons de Sandra entre *** pouce et *** index. Plus elle sert fort, plus les doigts de Sandra labourent mon cul. Natasha me regarde et elle me dit "Tu commences à comprendre ce que je veux de toi? je veux que tu deviennes notre pute" Je ne suis plus en état de réfléchir, trop près de jouir, je lui dit "Faites de moi ce que vous voulez" Sandra lâche ma queue et sort ses doigts de mon cul, elle vient derrière moi,me pousse pour que je tombe sur mes genoux, écarte mes fesses, je sens sa queue sur mon cul. Je n'ai pas le temps de dire non qu'elle s'enfonce, j'ai mal, je hurle, Natasha ferme ma bouche avec sa langue et la queue de Sandra continue de s'enfoncer... Je suis en train de me faire enculer et je réalise que j'aime ça. La queue de Sandra me défonce, je n'ai jamais ressenti ça, j'entends vaguement Natasha parler à quelqu'un puis je sens l'odeur d'un sexe et Natascha qui me dit "Suce la queue qui va me baiser" j'ouvre la bouche et je commence à sucer cette nouvelle queue (la deuxième de ma vie en moins d'une heure). Sandra me branle en m'enculant et je suce la queue d'un inconnu, je n'ai jamais connu une telle jouissance...
Natasha me repousse pour retirer la queue de l'inconnu de ma bouche... Elle nous dit "Maintenant c'est à moi de jouir, Sandra, sors ta queue de *** cul et fais la lui nettoyer" Je n'ai pas le temps de réagir que Sandra enfonce sa queue dans ma bouche, J'ai un mouvement de recul alors elle s'enfonce en bloquant ma tête "Tu l'aimais dans ton cul, alors maintenant tu la nettoies pour Natasha" Je suis en train de bouffer une queue qui a traîné dans mon cul et au lieu d'être dégoûté, je bande encore plus fort. Natasha nous regarde et dit à Sandra "Il tient ses promesses ce Max, je pense que l'on pourra bientôt lui en demander plus..." Puis elle se tourne vers l'inconnu et lui dit: "Kevin, suce-le"
J'ai toujours la queue de Sandra dans ma bouche et Kevin (l'inconnu) commence à me sucer.
Encore une première, jamais un homme ne m'avais sucé et je commence à comprendre q'un homme qui aime les queues suce encore mieux qu'une femme. Natasha repousse Sandra de ma bouche, "viens défoncer ma chatte et toi Max, baise mon cul, Kevin tu vas l'enculer pendant ce temps..." Elle s'empale sur la queue de Sandra et tend ses fesses en les écartant pour que je puisse la pénétrer. je m'enfonce dans *** cul et je sens la queue de Sandra aller et venir dans sa chatte, la sensation est sublime, Natascha pousse de petits cris de plaisir et je sens des mains écarter mes fesses et une queue pénétrer mon cul. Cette fois c'est moi qui gémit, c'est trop bon, je sens la queue qui me pénètre grossir, se contracter et envoyer de long jets de sperme brûlant dans mon cul, Sandra éjacule en même temps, je sens ses spasmes dans la chatte de Natasha, *** cul se contracte et provoque l'orgasme le plus fort de ma vie.

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Kate's Old Man


Hi my name is Steve and I am a 30 years old and I have just caught my wife with a much older man while she was ***** at a pub this is the story.

I was sitting in the living room while waiting for my wife Kate to get dressed. I had been waiting a while when she came down the stairs looking gorgeous. My Kate is only 24 years old. She stands about 5' 6" tall, and is a size 10 with a 36C chest. Kate has mid Brown shoulder length hair, and the prettiest blue eyes. She always manages to get a lot of male admirers. She was wearing a small white halter-top, which left her shoulders and most of her stomach exposed, and a short and pink skirt. We left the house and then started to walk to the car. I purposely walked a little behind her just to catch a quick look at her great ass only just covered in that short pink skirt. Oh Boy what a great view? I loved seeing her dressed this way it turns me on, and I love the looks she gets when we are out.

When we reached the car. I opened the passenger side door for her. As she got in and sat down I caught a flash of the pink lacy thong she was wearing. We drove for about 25 minutes, and arrived at the pub. I had planned to take Kate out for a few ****** and a nice meal, as we hadn't been out for a few months.

When we arrived Kate I asked Kate what she wanted to ***** she said make it a surprise I went to the bar and ordered her a cocktail it came in a jug with lots of ice and lots of different ********* ingredients we then spent about 30-40 minutes sitting looking around and chatting as she finished her jug of cocktail me I just had orange juice as I was driving.

By 9.30 I could see that Kate was quite ***** we then left the pub and went to the restaurant on the way she had dragged me over to a dark area and began to kiss me I soon had her squirming as I slipped her knickers down and stroked her clit. I got Kate to step out of her knickers and I bent down and picked them up, while down on my knees I took the opportunity to give her clit a quick kiss. I then dragged her off to the restaurant for our meal with Kate complaining I wasn't playing fair,

We had a lovely meal Kate had 4 glasses of white wine and I could tell she was feeling no pain and as usual when she was ***** she was flirting this time with the male waiter, who was giving her lots of personal attention, I went to the toilet and when I returned I could see why. He must have been getting a good look at her pussy as she was sitting with her legs spread. As we left the restaurant Kate was quite unsteady on her feet and I took her back to the pub where we went out onto the balcony and stood looking out over the harbour and all of the boats moored there I was caressing her naked ass under her skirt, I left Kate standing looking and went to the bar to get us both another *****.

As I was walking off the balcony towards the bar I looked back and I saw an older man about 60 or so with grey hair. He was sat to the right and just behind Kate, he was looking towards Kate. I looked over to see what he was looking at I suddenly realised that the breeze was blowing Kate's skirt up and he was getting a great view of her naked ass. The older man just leaned forward and reached over and gave Kate's ass a good squeeze. He then just started to slowly caress her ass under her skirt. I thought to myself, He's going to get a slap. I then waited for Kate to turn and hit him, But Nothing happened, I guess from all the ****** that she had that she didn't care or that as on other occasions when she had been ***** she was horny.

As I watched him, I saw him turn his head around and look to see where I was. But I guess with the bar being so crowded and it being quite dark out on the balcony he couldn't see me. I saw him then turned his head back around and looked towards Kate's ass, covered in that short little pink skirt. I was now so turned on by this that I was starting to get a hard-on. Just when I thought that he wouldn't get any bolder, I saw him reach out and slip his hand between Kate's legs and slid it up to the top of her leg. I then saw Kate spread her legs apart and push her ass back towards the old man.

Kate still hadn't looked around to see who was behind her, I quickly walked from where I was over to a darker area of the balcony and stood watching from there as the old man began to finger fuck Kate right there on the balcony. From where I was I could hear Kate's breathing become more laboured and a moan escaped her lips, I could also see Kate's hips thrusting herself on the old mans fingers. I looked around to see if anyone else was watching and as far as I could tell there was no one else on the balcony. I looked back and the old man had stopped fingering Kate and had stood up behind her and as I watched he reached out with his left hand and squeezed Kate's left breast, I heard Kate moan again as he pinched her erect nipple through her top. He then reached out and pulled the cord holding her top up as it came undone Kate's breasts spilled out, he put his hands around Kate and squeezed both her breasts. The old man then took a step back and grabbed the bottom of the back of Kate's short pink skirt and he pulled it upwards and tucked it into the waistband, Kate's ass cheeks came into view and you could clearly see as he slipped his fingers back between her pussy lips and continued to finger fuck her, with one hand while squeezing her left breast with the other, he continued to do this for what seemed like hours but must have been only a minute or two.

I then saw him drop his right hand downward over the front of his pants. I then heard the sound of a zipper being slowly pulled downwards. I saw the old man just reach inside and now pull out a fat long and hard old cock from the opening of his pants, it must have been 9 inches long he then stepped up even closer behind Kate. He removed his left hand and I then saw him put his hands on Kate's bare waist area, and then just push his hard cock right against her bare ass cheeks.

The old man then took his right hand off her waist, and then just slipped it downwards in-between Kate, and himself. I watched as he grabbed his hard cock, and then he rubbed the bulbous head up and down Kate's pussy lips. I heard him say " oh yesss!" I then saw him stick the head of his cock against Kate's puffed pussy lips, and push. I watched as his bulbous head disappeared into Kate's pussy slowly followed by the rest of hard cock. I now saw the man smile as he started to hump, in and out of Kate's pussy. Kate was bent over the balcony with both her breasts out her nipples were hard and I could see Kate had a look of pleasure on her face as he slowly fucked her with his large cock.

As I just watched this old man fucking Kate from behind, I could hear him now starting to mumble out, "Oh yeah, Old John's really glad that he found you tonight." I could also see that Kate was humping her bare ass cheeks up and down, as the old man started to fuck her even harder and faster from behind. I heard my *****en wife now slur out. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh that's good? muuuuuuummmm"

I could see old man smiling I then heard Kate slur out. "Oh, Oh, I m Cumming " followed by a long moan. The old man continued to fuck Kate after another minute I saw the old man humping really hard up against Kate's ass cheeks. Kate ass was grinding into him as his whole body started to jerk. He mumbled, "Oh yessss." I then saw Kate just push her bare young ass cheeks back into him hard, as she *****enly slurred out. "Ohhhhhhh I am cumming again ahhhhhhhhh."

I saw the older man grind his crotch up into her ass cheeks I then saw Kate start to move her ass around in small circles as she also started to hump her ass up and down a little faster. I then saw man close his eyes and smile as his crotch started to jerk upwards into Kate's ass. I could tell that old man was now emptying his nuts into Kate's hungry pussy. The old man kept his cock inside Kate for about a minute and then I watched as he pulled his spent cock from her still throbbing pussy. He then stepped back and put his old cock back into his pants and zipped them up. I saw him pull Kate's short pink skirt back over her ass cheeks he then pulled Kate around and cupped her head in his hands and kissed her long and hard, Kate responded by putting her arms around his neck and was returning his kisses.

I then heard the old man say to Kate. "I wish I could take you home with me sweetheart. And we could do that again" I heard my Kate moan "Yes Please". " I then saw the old man smile and he said to her " don't you worry sweetheart ". The old man then reached our and cupped her breasts and moved forward and began to suck her nipples, one after another. Kate moaned again, the old man took her top and pulled it back up and tied it back up he then took her by the hand and led her to his table. He sat Kate down and then sat next to her.

I took the opportunity to slip back into the bar and get the ****** and on my return I found Kate sitting at the table with the old man. I noticed that he had his hand on Kate's left leg and he was gently caressing it, I didn't mention it but as I approached Kate looked up and waved Kate said in a slurred voice "honey over here." Once I was at the table I said to Kate " sorry it took so long the bar was busy. " Kate replied " oh that's ok I found a friend while you were gone Steve this is John, John this is my Husband Steve.

I shook hands with John and said to him " thanks for taking good care of her for me, would you like a *****" John replied "it was a pleasure and yes please a G & T with ice and a slice for me" I said "won't be long John" and I turned and walked back towards the bar. Once I was out of sight I turned and looked back I saw John leaning over to Kate and pull her top down

Once I was out of sight I turned and looked back, I saw John leaning over to Kate he pulled her top down, John then leaned in and begin to suck and lick her big very and hard nipples. I slipped back to the same place I watched from before and continued to watch. Kate reached out and unzipped John's trousers and released his hardening cock.

I then watched as Kate then squatted down in front of John and took hold of his hard cock. Kate then lent forward and I watched as her tong came out and lapped the glistening bulbous head of his cock. From where I was watching I heard John groan as Kate's tong rasped around the edge of the head. Kate then opened her mouth wider and ever so slowly she began to engulf his cock.

John then groaned again and placed his hands on Kate's shoulders, Kate then began to bob her head up and down, each time she took more and more of John's cock into her moist mouth, John was beginning to thrust his hips in time with Kate's bobbing. Kate soon had all of John's cock engulfed in her mouth, John was becoming more vocal and I could hear him grunting each time Kate bobbed down his cock.

Then Kate stopped she pulled her mouth off his cock and with one final lick from her tong she stood up, Kate then lifted her short pink skirt and turned around. Kate then took John's cock in her left hand guided his cock into her pussy. Kate then lowered her self down John's cock and began to slowly pump her pussy up and down his cock as he pulled on her big stiff nipples, Kate was moaning as she moved her pussy up and down John's cock I could see Kate's juices glistening on John's cock.

I then heard Kate say "Oh my god John your so big it feels so good"

I then noticed Kate had started to move her ass around in small circles as she moved her pussy up and down John's cock. John was thrusting his hips in time with Kate and as she started to hump her ass up and down faster John also sped up. Kate had her eyes closed and John pulled her face around and I watched as his tong met hers and they began to kiss.

I then saw John move his hand down to Kate's pussy and he began to rub her clit, Kate was moaning and I heard her say to John "Oh god that is so good John. " Kate started to shudder as she got closer to cumming. Kate then thrust herself down hard onto John's cock Kate moaned loudly "Oh Fuck " I then saw John close his eyes as he thrust his cock hard into Kate's pussy and a groan escaped from his lips as for the second time he emptied his nuts into Kate's hungry pussy.

Kate sat on his lap for a short time and I took the opportunity to go to the bar and get John's *****, when I returned to the table they were both sitting and chatting. We all sat and chatted for a short time Kate then said to me "Steve John only lives about 10 minutes drive from us. We can give him a lift home can't we"?

I replied, "Sure no problem, ***** up and we will go". We walked to the car John walked with Kate and I followed as they chatted, once we were at the car John and Kate got into the rear and I drove out of the car park. I watched John in my rear view mirror as he slipped his hand onto Kate's leg and soon he was playing with her clit, I knew he had hit the right spot as I heard Kate gasp.

I couldn't watch all the time as I had to concentrate but I could see that as the journey progressed Kate became hornier and less concerned about where she was. By the time we were about 5 minutes away from John's house her pink skirt was around her waist and her legs were wide apart as John was fingering her pussy. I called out to Kate "Kate we are 5 minutes away love".

John replied, "ok Steve", he stopped fingering Kate and they tidied themselves up. When we arrived at John's you wouldn't know that any thing had gone on, Kate said goodbye to John and gave him a big kiss.

Kate said to him "we must meet up again for a ***** John"

I shook his hand and said "thanks again John". John got out and I drove Kate home, by the time we arrived Kate had fallen asleep and I had to carry her from the car to the house.

Kate woke up as I was undressing her she began to kiss me and said, "fuck me Steve. I need you", I didn't need to be asked twice. My cock was rock solid and I quickly undressed and Kate pushed me on to the bed and climbed astride me. Kate then took hold of my cock and placed the head in the entrance of her pussy.

I thrust my hips up ******* my entire 7 inches into Kate's pussy, Kate moaned and then began to thrust herself up and down my hard cock, Kate's pussy was so slippery a mixture of her juices and John's cum. I couldn't hold out for long and I soon thrust in to her for the final time as I came filling her pussy with my own load.

Kate rolled off me and soon fell asleep; I got up and had a shower before joining my beautiful slut Kate. I had no idea that Kate could be such a slut and as far as I knew she had always been faithful before. How wrong could I be.....

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A Gentle Seduction


Cast: Old Buddy Kirk—*** John—Mikey, servant

It should be fun. My old high school buddy had really hit the jackpot; he was loaded now. I was surprised when I received his invitation and a few days of hunting with an old friend sounded great. He had a cabin in the mountains smack in the middle of a few hundred acres he owned. The weather was superb as I slowly traversed the hardscrabble single lane road up to his place. I thought back to when we were kids, Kirk had always been bigger and had been kinda my protector. I was always smaller without his preppy good looks. We were opposites and I had always wondered what attracted us to each other. When it came time for college we had lost touch. Boy it would be nice to see him again.

His cabin wasn't quite just a cabin. It was considerably larger than the one room affair I had visualized. He opened the door wearing only a robe. "Mike, how are you buddy, gee it's great to see you again." I looked the "cabin" over; it was mostly a very large single room even extending to the bathroom. He caught me looking at the bathroom without walls and told me that the place wasn't yet finished. I'm not a construction expert but it looked finished to me; just finished without walls.

We sat down and had a beer while talking of the "good old days." Kurt was remembering how he was always there as my protector in school. "No one would screw with you little buddy, they knew you were under my wing. You were always a bit strange then you know, a lot of people thought you were hot for me" As he said this he rubbed my head and I thought to myself, what the fuck is this.

"Mike, go get me another beer." It sounded more like an order than a request but I got up and returned with a beer for him.

"Tell you what little buddy, let's put on a tape to watch, I like to have a little porn on during the day to keep me on edge." On edge, gee this was getting to be really odd.

On the tape there was this guy with a huge cock fucking the crap out of a slim little blonde girl while a small, scrawny guy looked on. I must admit it was really hot. The Porn stud finished with a great sigh and finally pulled out of the cunt with a loud pop. The littler guy just slid to his knees and began licking cum and cunt juice off his cock like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"That's my favorite part, in the beginning the little guy agrees to become the guys servant, you know, a kind of man-servant. Kind of like in that old book we read in class, "Robin*** Caruso." "To be honest with you that's the part that made me think of you again."

I couldn't believe it, he saw me as his servant!!! How the hell could this be? I really didn't know what to think, I was shocked but yet a little flattered he was thinking of me at all. It was confusing.

Kirk stood up and told me that the best part was coming up and I should watch, he was going to take the shower he was headed for when I showed up. He just dropped his robe and was naked walking to the open, walk-in shower. I don't know about what was the best part on the video; I couldn't stop looking at him. He really took his time soaping up then called me. "Mike come here and wash my back." Again, no request, more of an order. I just sat there looking at him. "Get over here now, "he ordered. To be honest I thought about telling him to **** in his hat, thought about just getting into my car and leaving. What I did surprised me more than anyone. I got up and went to the shower!

He was very solicitous about me not getting wet as he handed me a washcloth and soap slowly turning his back to me. "Soap me down good Mike, I've been waiting for this."

Rubbing his back was simply sensuous; I noted that I was quickly getting hard. "Don't forget my ass cheeks, do my ass." Again in the form of an order, not a request. For whatever rea*** I complied and now had a raging hardon as I soaped his ass. I noted how wildly erotic it was to be doing what he asked me to; washing his naked backside. He suddenly turned and I couldn't help looking at his cock, it was half hard and huge.

"I see you like this Mike" he said motioning at my little hardon. It was embarrassing, I actually blushed. He stepped out of the shower area and just looked at me. "Don't just stand there, dry me off." Without a thought I grabbed for a towel and began drying Kurt off. He didn't even lift his legs so I found myself kneeling in front of him drying his feet. When I looked up I saw he was smirking, "go ahead Mikey dry my crotch off. I was then handling his massive cock with the towel, how the hell did I get here?

"Go ahead now suck on the head, you know what to do." I was in a kind of trance as I gently opened my lips to his cock. This was very new to me but that cock was so big; he was so masterful. The head was as big as a ripe plum but I was able to get my lips around it and began my first blowjob. Oh, I had had women give me them but never thought I would be on the giving side. I settled in and began trying to get more cock into my mouth. I guess my feeble attempts were OK because I felt him holding my ears, then a groan and I was retching with a mouth full of cum. After the burst subsided he lifted my chin, I looked at his manly face and he told me to go clean up. I went and washed my face thinking, what now, what now? "While your in there strip off all your clothes, you need to be naked" What the hell I thought to myself.

"That was good Mikey, now you understand where you fit in the grand scheme of things. Why don't you scrunch down on the floor, no get over between my legs? Rub my feet now and I'll try to explain where we're going." I lifted his leg and began massaging his foot. "Ahhh, that feels nice. Well now we know that you're a cocksucker, in fact since you sucked me off you're my cocksucker. You've had your first taste of cum, now it's time to train you. Do my toes now then clean them up with your tongue. One of my rea***s for reacquainting myself with you is so I can show my *** how to handle a pussyboy."

Still somewhat traumatized I started rubbing his toes then gently licking them thinking, what ***, Pussyboy?

"Ahhh that's very nice Mikey. You know I always thought you would make a great pussyboy but back when we were in school I was a lot shyer than I am now. Now I know that I can get whatever I want just by going after it. What I'm after now is frankly a body slave like those old Roman dudes used to use. They would take a young slave boy and train him to service them in everyway. If they needed to piss their boy just opened his mouth, if they wanted their asshole licked the boy stuck his tongue out. I kind of talked you into sucking me off but I did notice that you got a nice hardon and in fact you're hard now. Enough with my feet lick my balls for me, boy. Yea that's it, show me how much you enjoy it cocksucker".

I was licking him eagerly by then. "Get down under my balls now", and it was then I found the spot right where his ass crack begins and began to mouth and tongue him there. Gosh I have to admit that the musky male taste and smell of him down there was wonderful, it was so erotic.

"You know Mikey this is going to be great, I often have to cum 3 or 4 times a day and you're going to enjoy it each time. Cunt is nice but so high maintence. You have to romance them, talk nice and listen to their chatter. With a pussyboy all I'll have to do is teach you what I like. Fucking a cunt is great and I'll still do it but a nice, warm mouth has a tongue to caress and worship my cock."

"I'm kind of interested in what you think about all this, I need to know to train you properly. Were you excited when my cock went into your mouth, what were you thinking?

I stammered and muttered that it was Ok. Kurt rewarded my reticence with a very hard slap across my cheek. "Do what I ask, think and be honest." Through a quiet sob I responded.

"At first Kurt I resented your even thinking of me as that kind of guy."

"What kind of guy, be explicit or you'll be punished and from now on call me Sir."

"Thinking of me as a cocksucker Sir, I was mad at myself for calling you Sir yet I felt this odd little tingling that didn't go away. I was confused because I didn't fight, didn't really want to fight. Once it was in my mouth I just did what comes naturally."

"Of course you did. Your mouth is like a cunt, a cunt with a tongue. You know the only rea*** cocksuckers like you have tongues are to lick a man's ass and balls. Tell me how did you like your first taste of cum?"

Cunt mouth! I was insulted and yet excited by this talk. "It was Ok, at first I was scared but it just shoot into my mouth and I swallowed."

"No, what did it taste like, answer me?"

"It was creamy, sticky and thick, kind of salty, I think I liked it Sir."

"That's good because you'll be getting lots of it from now on, I like to get sucked off 3 or 4 times a day and you'll be my cum dump. What I'm looking for is a body servant like the old Romans had. In their day they trained a slave to serve all their needs. This boy would dress them, wash their owner's bodies, suck them off, ***** their piss, whatever was needed. Is that for you Mikey?" "Suck my cock now, take it slow."

A few days later Kurt had told me his *** was on the way. I thought I should look for my clothes but Kurt refused. "No Boy, a pussyboy should be naked. Besides its time John learned all about boys like you."

It was strange how he called me boy, we were the same age. I wondered about what was in store for me with John. In the last few days I had been humiliated yet happy serving Kurt, he had begun showing me how to serve him. It was embarrassing that I liked it.

On Tuesday I was again kneeling between Kurt's legs, sucking on his prick when the front door opened. Instinctively I pulled off to look and was shocked by a swift, hard slap. "Keep your attention where it belongs boy, you know better. "

How are you John, nice to see you."

"I'm great Dad, is this the pussyboy you wanted me to see?"

"Yeah, but a lot more than see, you're old enough to drive now and it's time you learned how to handle cocksuckers like this. We can have a little Daddy, *** bonding like we did when I taught you to ski."

"Sounds great Dad but I already have a girlfriend you know."

"Yeah I know but fucking a bitch just isn't the same as having a cocksucker dedicated to servicing you. Have you noticed that since I redirected his attention he's concentrated on my cock, he doesn't yet know what you look like. That's really the difference, with a cunt you're always romancing the bitch while a boy like this can be trained to only think about the cock in his mouth and it's pleasure. A girl is nice to fuck but you just can't get away from the drama, broads are high maintence. Watch, go ahead Mikey take it all the way down, deep into your throat."

I relaxed my throat muscles, swallowed and let that fat cockhead stab into my throat. The saliva just gushed out of my mouth as I did as I was told, what I had been taught.

"Isn't that just great John. A few days ago he just gagged at the thought of taking a cock that deep. He probably won't be able to stuff that horse-cock of yours down though. Why don't you take off your clothes and we can begin your les*** eh?"

In a minute Kurt grabbed my head and pulled me off his cock." Ok boy, you should now be looking at my *** now, isn't he a fine lad?"

I looked up as John was lowering his shorts. The first thing I saw was his cock hanging, limp in front of me, still on my knees. It was long, about 8 inches, and circumcised. His balls hung loosely in their sack. His hair was thick and a reddish blond. I reached up to hold it and Kurt Squeezed my shoulders a bit. "Hold it baby, no hands, no hands at all. John wants to see what you can do with that pretty mouth." I let it go and caught the tip with my tongue, scooping it between my lips. He stayed limp as I sucked it into my mouth. It was thick as a German sausage and longer than his Dad's. I sucked hard and felt my cheeks implode along the soft skin of his cock. I ran my tongue over his head and along the underside while I sucked and pulled my mouth along the sides of his shaft. Now I could feel it swell a bit. He rewarded my effort with a sucking sound through his teeth. I kept up my sucking until it finally swelled stretching my mouth to its limit. I started pumping my mouth up and down his shaft like his Dad liked. The head was enormous, I suppose the size of an egg and the shaft that ran back from it was proportional. Now probably 9 to 10 inches. He began moaning a bit and humping his hips.

"Suck it you bitch, suck it good." he would murmur, from time to time. I pressed my lips against the shaft and it could have been plastic it was so hard. Only the warmth of the ***** flowing through his shaft told me it was real. I raised my chin and pressed down against his shaft, feeling it push into the back of my throat. .I pushed and swallowed hard, feeling it slip down my throat. I was rewarded with a sigh and his bushy hair tickling my nose. I couldn't help it, I began gagging and crying.

"Just hold him there John, feel his throat muscles massaging your cockhead, isn't that great? Now let him loose to breathe then punch him back on your cock, stretch his throat open."

John held me in place as I struggled for breath. "Can you feel his throat muscles massaging your cock, great isn't it?"

"Now that he's used to it just fuck his face in and out." The boy began stroking his cock slowly in my mouth; about every third plunge he pushed his prick into my gullet.

I was able to gulp a little air each time before the boy impaled me again on his monster cock. I felt like a fish on a spear. After gagging me that second time he let me go on my own. I pulled back off and worked his head a bit, and then back over the shaft. Up and down the long shaft I pumped. I felt his hands grip my ears more tightly while he pumped his hips more. I tickled his head with my tongue and began to taste a steady ooze from his piss slit. He jerked a little and then groaned. I felt the first burst slide up the shaft and splatter into the back of my mouth, I almost ****** again but the delay between spurts saved me. I swallowed and pulled back so my whole mouth could take in the next larger spurt of cum. There was another, then another and then a slow dribble as he began to relax his grip on me and the cum subsided. I swallowed all of it and he pulled his cock out of me. It was still ramrod stiff and bounced upward as he stepped back. He held it in his hand and ran the head over my lips and along the side of my face. Just then Kurt sent me into the kitchen to get them a couple of beers.

When I returned I was ordered to start licking John's feet nice and clean while they talked. "You know once you've filled a boys mouth with your cum you own him. I think we should kinda combine his training to be my body slave with showing you the possibilities of having a suck-boy around for yourself. I've already talked to him and he's as hot as any slut I've had.

"To begin with John it's important for you to realize that an eager cocksucker is a treasure to be used not ******. I've found that you need nothing more than the occasional swat or maybe a little sting from a riding crop to focus a cocksucker. They thrive on being able to submit to a man. Watch how happy he is sucking my cock"

"OK Mikey, its time for you to learn new things.

"I'll explain as we go but it's important for you to realize what you are. If you let yourself go you'll be happier in the long run. I knew John was coming so I bought some gear for you. Why don't you lick John's balls while I get it."

I was soon lost in those teen balls using my tongue to caress and clean them. I felt Kurt drawing my wrists back and fastening them behind my back, I was cuffed then released.

"Ok now boy put these other cuffs on your ankles, yeah that's the way. The cuffs on your wrists and ankles are nice leather aren't they? John notice the iron rings, there to use when you want your boy to stay in position. Ok now Mikey hold your head up while I lock your slave collar on, how's that feel boy? Answer me."

"I don't know, it feels strange, kind of hot though. The pictures of ancient Roman slaves showed many of them cuffed like this and maybe that's what makes me excited."

"Of course it does, that's who you are."

At supper that night I was allowed to sit at the table naked in my cuffs and collar while Kurt and his *** ate with silk robes on. They talked as if I wasn't there and I knew enough not to speak.

"Maybe we shouldn't let him eat with us but I think it's Ok once in a while as long as he performs for us. That's really the beauty of having a boy trained as a man's body slave; you have total control. In the next few days we'll bring him along as we show him where he belongs. An accomplished cocksucker must learn how to submit willingly to his owner. If you want to piss he should be opening his mouth. When you want your ass licked his tongue should throb."

The next day Kurt told his *** that it would be much fun and very instructive to start over with me.

"We'll begin at the interview stage and go on to training, we'll have fun and I guarantee you you'll learn a lot. Hell, by the time were done you'll know all there is to know about cocksuckers. To begin you need to understand that one of these natural cocksuckers want to serve, they actually relish the ***********. Watch now."

"Are you a cocksucker boy"? he asked as he lifted my chin up. "Yes Sir I am."

"Good boy, it's important that you know what you are. Lick my balls while we talk, their a little sweaty. Use a lotta tongue. Watch how he works those balls John, see how eager he is to please. That's the thing about boys like him they long to please you."

Was he right, did I really want to please him that much? I now know I'm a cocksucker and I am there for their pleasure and amusement. At the end of the game their balls are empty and they send me away full of cum. They laugh, joke and have a good time with my mouth pussy which is all that matters, their satisfaction.

Kirk always had porn movies on the TV and whenever I wasn't serving him I watched. The genre was always a cocksucker serving his Master. He had prepared a little booklet that he said described the sex-slave boy's role. I studied it in front of the TV. I wanted to serve my owner as he desired. I often thought of some of the more interesting passages.

"When the cock is big and thick it's more difficult to take it, especially for the new non-skilled cockeaters. But you must do your best, at least to take a big portion, as much as you can, to show your owner you are willing to satisfy him and you only need some time to learn how to stretch your throat. Gagging is expected and most owners appreciate throat spasms on their pricks. Practice and practice. I repeat, don t let him go away totally unsatisfied. The owner will understand your efforts and can help you along the way."

When your owner pushes into your gullet you'll find yourself gushing saliva, don't worry its an important part of the cock sucking role. Throat slime is a good thing. It is like a dripping pussy when a guy fucks a woman. When a guy fucks your throat, the slime is lubrication and it's your throat pussy drooling from the dick inside your mouth, using you. Your owner needs it for his *********** pleasure of getting his nuts off."

" Trust me boy, practice, practice and more practice. Once you are a cock swallower your throat will be in demand and guys will refer you out. There are many straight guys out there that love fucking a fag in the mouth and get off watching their dick disappearing into a cocksuckers face." The booklets refrain kept running through my mind, all I wanted was to please Kurt, Yes Kurt, now my owner.

We had settled into a routine of sorts. I was now resigned to being Kurt's man-servant and kind of enjoying it. The sex was relentless; he was always hot and horny and could easily cum 4 or 5 times a day. I had discovered that I reviled in the sex and especially the *********** of it all. Yet, for all that there was no question but that I wanted to become the perfect servant. The taste of cum was always in my mouth.

Mike was relaxed in his favorite chair as he read the newspaper; I was again on my knees gently nursing on his cock. He had told me that he liked it when his cock was kept half hard, warm and wet. I now found it quite natural to have that big cockhead in my mouth for long periods. Every once in a while he would grab my ears and feed me a little more than I would be allowed when just nursing on his cock. "Your becoming quite the good little cocksucker but you need to go beyond that. I'm sure you've been told to be the best at whatever you do. That certainly applies to serving a superior man. You should begin thinking of yourself as a slave now, by the way start licking my balls now. You know a slave has no choice but to obey and please his Master, that's the proper attitude for you too. When all your mental choices are gone you'll find yourself freed to just serve and please. When I want my ass licked you'll find it pleasant because it's what I want and you want me to be pleased. Think about it." "You know boy that's very pleasant but I have to piss. Come to think about it maybe it's time to continue your education, remember what I just said."

He got up and motioned me to follow as he headed for the master bathroom. When we were both in he motioned me to my knees again. "I know the two of us are alone here but I've found that it's always easier for a novice to learn when there is perfect privacy the first time. You haven't been in this room yet, look around, and get familiar. A bathroom is a very erotic place for a manservant you know."

His bathroom was huge with a toilet, sink and a very strange looking lounge chair. In the corner there was what looked like a small rolling wall with a urinal on it! Mike went to the toilet and waved me over. Soon he had me kneeling on the tile floor in front of the toilet. Mike took his cock and dribbled a little piss into the bowl; the sight mesmerized me. "Ok boy, get your head in there and lick up those big drops of piss on my prick head." Without even a thought I just did it and found it not at all unpleasant. Then he let a bit go right across my lips and I opened up. "Ok boy how did you like that eh? You know that I want you to serve as my piss bowl, don't you?"

"It tasted ok sir and I do want to please you." "I thought you did, well let's get on with it."

He rolled the little urinal wall out in front of me and motioned me on it. I was now kneeling on a nice soft cushion with my head thru a rubber membrane that fit tight around my neck. I realized that my head was now right in the urinal, I couldn't help blushing but I was really flushed from the joy of this new ***********. "I know this is your first time boy, don't worry, I'll help you along. Just open up and stick your tongue out, yeah, that's right. I'm going to just lay my cock on your tongue. Now just look at me boy, I want to see your eyes. Just think about what you're about to do, you'll be ******** my piss. If you're ready tell me." I managed to croak out a "ready Sir" and he let out a spurt of piss right into my mouth. I just swallowed it down. "No boy, you need to get used to the taste of your owners piss, this time fill your mouth and swirl it around."

He began pissing again and did fill my mouth; I kept looking at his face as I kind of gargled with it. The pleased smirk on his face comforted me somehow. "Now we'll see how good you are. Let your lips seal around my cock and just keep swallowing, I know you can keep up." He pissed a slow stream for a few minutes and I just kept swallowing. "That's good boy, just keep your mind on your man's piss flowing into your mouth and you'll do fine. I think you were born to serve a man." He was done now but kept his cock on my tongue just relaxing and talking. "You moved past just being a houseboy today, that kind of toilet training will make you a body slave, a valuable asset. You've got a lot to learn but your nice and eager."

Wow, a valuable asset, I felt good.

The next day found me again on my knees in the bathroom. Kurt was shaving while I lightly tongued his cock and balls. He abruptly pulled away and went over to the "special" lounge and laid down. "I'm in the mood to have my ass licked now. I haven't shown you how yet but you'll figure it out I'm sure. This chair opens me up nicely for a tonguing with these stirrups.

"Yes, Master."I moved in toward his smooth bubble butt. It smelled warm and good with heavy musty, male body odors. I started licking the entire ass crack before getting to his asshole and cleaned it good all around the outside. I concentrated on the rosebud and swabbed it up and down until I had it wet and clean. It tasted like Master Kirk's big body smelled, clean and strong. I had never experienced so many new experiences so quickly before. My mind was spinning. I felt sad that I finished so quickly. "Get back down there, boy, you're not through yet." Mike growled. "Get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good, slave-boy. I spread his butt cheeks with my hands and could clearly see his asshole now. "Get that tongue up there now as far as you can." I did as he ordered. I sunk my tongue in his ass as deep as I could get it. Kirk began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his ass. I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

What was happening to me? Just days before I wouldn't have considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out this man's asshole. Eating like the first pig to the trough. I sucked the big man's hole with pleasure. I guess It was time to stop asking myself stupid questions and let loose whoever was locked up inside me. Something broke inside me, another epiphany perhaps, I am the person that is licking an asshole. I'm a slave, giving and being used by this Master, my owner like it was the most natural thing on earth. I wanted to pleasure him.

"That's good, slave, you did a good job. My hole hasn't felt that clean in a long time. Kirk had shoved a dildo in me to prepare my ass but despite the stretching and preparation, I don't think anything can adequately prepare a guy's ass for its first cock. Kirk had me on my knees, ass up just waiting. I felt the cockhead at my little hole. Mike had me on my knees, ass up just waiting. I felt the cockhead at my little hole. "Well boy, I'm afraid your ass-fucking is inevitable now. Fighting it is only going to make it hurt and feel worse. Just relax," he told me in a soft voice, as he gently stroked my back, Kind of like you would a pony. "Now try to enjoy it for what it is. I'll take it nice and easy if you try not to fight it. I've found it important to break a boy's cherry gently and slowly; then they always want their ass full."

When he thought I was ready, he punched his cockhead thru the mouth of my asshole and just let it sit there as I gasped from the pain. He was stroking me and saying, "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax." It felt like there was a broomstick up my ass. My hole was doing steady spasms as that monster cockhead stretched it out and held it open, God it hurt.

I felt him slowly withdraw his cock until only the head remained lodged inside my asshole. He was waiting until I relaxed my ass a little before he started pushing back in. Each time I seized up, he would stop and wait for me to relax, all the while he continued his work with stroking my back and whispering encouragement in my ear. "there, there, boy, take a breath, just relax" Was his mantra to sooth me. He rubbed my back and said, "Take it easy now boy, it's not long now. Keep your body straight, that will make it easier." I then understood that he was not intending to hurt me, not at all: It was just the pain that was necessary to get where we were going. And then the head of his dick popped through the glorious tightness, and I felt a surge of pleasure and relief as the length of his cock finally entered me to it's full length .

Once I'd relaxed enough, he established a rhythm, sliding his cock slowly but firmly in and out of my nether hole. Here I was, a star college student, on my hands and knees in front of this man with his cock shoved up my ass. I could tell that for Kurt this must be heaven, as he pushed his cock all the way back inside my tight ass. Using both hands now to pry my ass cheeks open, he pulled his cock free with a loud plop as my used hole closed. He shoved his tool back into her and started banging my ass with a vengeance.

My world had now narrowed to my asshole embracing his cock, as he sawed in and out, He pushed me forward on my elbows with each stroke. The place was filled with the squishing, squelching sounds of cock alternately filling and retreating from my ass. He was slamming into me for all I was worth.

"I'm going to come inside you now boy, then your mine; your ass is going to feel empty without my cock from now on. I'm going to shoot it deep inside your ass now, get ready."

After a few more deep thrusts I could feel the warmth of his thick cum invading my asshole. To my surprise, yet another dazzling wave of pleasure pulsated through my rear and up through my back and belly.

I had no idea of the time, I was just laying on the floor when he slid his sweet cock from my asshole. I felt myself remain open, stretched too far to return to normal quickly. It felt cool and open after his monster cock had been in me for so long. I couldn't move right away and just panted on the floor, catching my breath. I heard him moan and roll onto his back and sigh.

"Good job boy, now finish the job; clean my cock up."

I started to go for a towel. "No boy, use your tongue, always lick a man clean." His cock had never looked like this. It was so wet and covered with all our fluids. I lowered my head down to the head of his cock and began to work my tongue into his cum hole. He was a little startled, he was drained from so much cum leaving him. I didn't mind what I tasted on him. There was just a little *****. It's strange what you taste after a good assfucking. It's different. I knew that my ass had produced it's own lubrication for him just like my mouth hole. From my ass it's a bit thicker and tastes more bitter. But it mixed with his strong semen well. I was eager and willing to lick his cock totally clean to show my thanks and the musky taste tweaked my need for ***********. My ass was his now, Kurt truly was my Master, my owner.

It's true that "education never stops" but I thought that I knew it all. I now thought of Kurt as my owner. I was happy although not completely understanding of my own need to submit and serve him. I guess I just pushed it into the back of my mind instead of analyzing it.

Master Kurt was working on the laptop at his desk while I slowly slurped on his cock. He reached down and grabbed my head to tilt it up. "That's nice Mikey but I've got a bit of news for you. I've got to go to Europe on business for a couple of months and cannot take you with me. You're pretty good as a cocksucker but any cocksucker can be improved so I've kind of consigned you to the training Master in my club. He'll work with you to enhance your skills while I'm away. I'm not a skilled trainer and just taught you what I liked; you'll benefit from a formal introduction to servicing your betters. Who knows maybe you'll end up as a slave for in the club. In any event it's what I want and you'll do it, there's no choice."

It was a lot to deal with; I was very content with my old college buddy Kurt as my Master, now my little world was being turned upside down. I was resentful of being ****** into this change but frankly my days of ********** to Mark had made me accepting of almost anything he wanted. He must know what's best for me, right?

For the first time in a very long time I wasn't naked as I packed my meager goods for the drive to my "trainer." To say I was apprehensive would be a gigantic understatement; my mind reeled with the anxiety of serving a new Master, scared indeed.

It actually felt strange to be clothed and in a car again. The trip to my new trainer was only about 30 minutes and I had to admit the setting we entered was impressive. The trainer lived in a large stone house on gated grounds in a very upscale part of town replete with rolling hills and huge private grounds. It was simply the finest house I had ever been in. the door was opened by pretty, young man dressed only in tight shorts. He was in his twenties and ushered us into the owners study.

"Jared is on a business call, can I get you some refreshment's Gentlemen?"

We both requested coffee and waited silently. I was slightly overwhelmed by this brief return to normality; I was clothed and being treated as a regular man, not a cockslave. It actually felt very odd. I took the time to appraise my surroundings.

The room we waited in was extremely masculine with walnut paneling, maroon drapes and the thickest, plushest rug I had ever seen. The chairs were done in very soft black leather that seemed to envelope you with warmth and comfort. The entire room was dominated by a huge wooden desk in front of the window.

My thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of the man who I now realized would be my trainer. He was about 45 or 50 years old carrying a reddish, Irish complexion and was a little pudgy. The most accurate single word to describe him would be average.

"Ah, Kurt so glad to see you; I see you brought the boy, good."

They drank coffee and made small talk without introducing me at all; I could have been a potted plant for all the attention I received.

"This has been a pleasant visit Jared but I've got to leave you so let's get on with it." Mark said.

"Of course buddy, I forget that you're not yet a man of complete leisure like me. Let's take a look at what I've got to work with, strip down for me boy." It was another of those very strange incidents as I removed my clothes in front of two men. As I was lowering my jockey shorts the man called Jared laughed and remarked on how it was almost a rule that a cocksucker would have a small penis, I grimaced as my new trainer stood up with Mark to look me over.

I was told to lock my hands behind my head and open my mouth as Jared ran his fingers into my mouth and caressed my tongue. He grabbed my cock and balls and lightly squeezed until I let out a little yelp, he just smiled at me.

"Spread your legs and bend over boy, use your hands to spread your cheeks" Jared said. I'm certain I was blushing as I bent over and spread my ass globes. I had to wince as he silently plunged his index finger into my ass.

"He's kind of tight isn't he, have you fucked him yet Kurt?"

"Yeah I did but I wasn't using anything like that club you carry in your crotch though" Mark said. Master Jared pulled out his finger and motioned me to straighten up. Without ceremony he just stuck his sticky, dirty fingers in my mouth. I knew what to do and licked and sucked them clean. He stared into my eyes as he used my cleansing mouth.

"Well Kurt, by the time you get back he'll be a great "Body-slave" for you. It actually works out pretty good for me; my boy has to work at the club for a couple of weeks so having him to train relieves me of borrowing a slave. It'll be just the two of us here."

"I've got to go Jared; Mikey listen to Master Jared and learn, you need this to be my "boy." I nodded my head and replied Yes Master as he left. I was alone.

"Sit on the floor Mikey; I'm going to talk to you about your training and what you have to learn. Before we start let me call my boy before he leaves." Master Jared pressed a button and in a few minutes the boy who had let me in arrived. Master just motioned and the boy sunk to his knees and opened Jared's pants. In a moment the boy had fished out the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was easily 7 or 8 inches long and thick enough to make me wonder if this slim boy could get it in his mouth. The head looked like a big, purple egg with an eye. "Go ahead Jean; suck me off while I talk to our new guest. While we're talking Mikey I want you to watch how eagerly Jean sucks me off, watch as he takes my prick right into his throat. When we're done training you'll be able to take a horse cock all the way down to the root."

It actually was amazing to watch how very proficient this Jean boy was, he would take it deep and use lip action to stimulate the cock as he withdrew. Watching those lips work made me hard. When Master's cock was buried into Jean's gullet he told the boy to hold it there; it was even more amazing as he held it there even after he began ******* and gasping with tears streaking down his cheeks. I swear he was turning blue before Master let him up to breathe. "Do you see how totally dedicated he is Mikey; you know it's quite pleasurable having a boy's throat spasm and contract around his cockhead, very nice indeed. Make me cum now Jean."

The boy went into a frenetic sucking action up and down with those active lips until Master loudly sighed as he filled the boy's mouth. Jean didn't swallow but instead opened his cummy mouth to show his Master and me. He swallowed only when told to and was dismissed to go to the "club" only after he undressed his Master and helped him on with a fluffy, white robe.

Jared spoke in a low, soft voice; "We're alone now boy, time to get acquainted. I've discovered that a little discussion of where we're going kind of speeds the process along with a virgin cocksucker. Oh I know you think you're experienced and know who you are but trust me you've got a lot to learn; treating you as completely new to ********** will teach you things you didn't know existed. The basic setup here is that you've been punked by your old college friend Mark who has now consigned you to me for training as a body slave, a personal cocksucker; that my dear Mikey is where you stand today. My treating you as a newbie will teach you the simple truth that you are a submissive cocksucker that way in the back of his mind wants nothing better than pleasing men. I'll bring those thoughts out for you to ponder."

"Let me try a little psychobabble here as I try to define what your thoughts are. I'll bet that you're only really happy when your face is in a guy's crotch. I mean the tingly, erotic kind of happiness only possible when you realize who and what you are. I have ways to free you to be what you were born to be, an uninhibited "slave to cock. Let's begin by stating the obvious; in this world of sexy women and alpha males there is a category of submissive girly-boys who want only to submit and service the alpha males. By now you've somewhat accepted that this is who you are but I'll make the reality of this your reason for living."

"Normally your Masters would agree that boys like you have tongues only to lick a man's ass but for this interview you're allowed to talk" Jared said.

I was very flattered that Jared, my trainer actually wanted to talk to me, was interested in my thoughts. We made small talk about my education, the weather and my musical interests for quite a while. Jean had furnished a couple of manhattans and as our conversation went on so did my relaxation. It was the first time in a month that I was allowed to be just "normal." By the second Manhattan I was mellow enough to forget that I was naked. Jared brought me up short with an end to our little talk.

Jared couldn't have been nicer. He was very kind and very gentle with me. He was very clear in telling me that this little sexual encounter we were to have was for my benefit and that I didn't have to go through anything that made me at all uncomfortable, at least during my training. After what I had already been through with Kirk I knew that there could be little that would shock me now.

"I know you think you're an expert cocksucker with nothing to learn; it's not so easy and I'll teach you the right way to please a cock. I like to start from scratch just like your mouth was virgin. It might seem a little hokey to you at first but it'll make you a better cocksucker, that's what you want even if you can't admit it yet," Jared said.