les histoires de chrislebo

He led me over to a spot in front of the fireplace and asked to me to kneel down on the soft carpet. I felt genuinely horny for the first time all day; his soft, friendly voice was seductive. He stood before me and I was eye level at his crotch. I was finding it difficult to breathe with the anticipation of it all heightened by the *****.

"Get your face in there and sniff around. That man smell is what you crave. Look around at my balls, how big and full of cum they are. See the little hairs on them, why don't you run your tongue over them now, just a little. Do you see those big veins running up my cock, they'll be delivering my cum to your mouth very soon."

"I usually never let a cocksucker use his hands but for this little orientation we're having go ahead and fondle my cock and balls; do you feel the weight of a man's balls, how soft the skin is?"

Jared then positioned himself with his ass hanging off the chair while talking to me. "Ok Mikey now spread my legs and look at my asshole, see the little crinkled up opening that you'll soon be licking? Take your finger and very gently rub it across my hole, just think how your tongue will feel as it licks up and down the ass crack."

"OK, Mikey," he continued. "Here's what we're going to do. We're going to get you used to sucking a cock. You need to just take some time to get used to how it feels in your mouth. It's important to remember that there's no time limit with this kind of thing. Just relax and enjoy it, like a nice glass of good wine at a meal or something."

I grinned at that one. I remember just weeks before telling another friend that I wanted to try being a vegetarian. "You mean no meat at all" my friend said. Here I was looking at a magnificent piece of man-meat.

"Then, after this" said Jared, breaking me out of my daydream, "we're going to work toward some deep-throating. Don't expect that you'll get it right off the bat; it's not as easy as it looks. We'll need a few sessions to tame the gag reflex and I've a few training aids if we need to go that route. I'm also going to ejaculate my cum into your mouth and I want you to get used to the taste of jism before swallowing too. You've had some cum before but I want you to begin thinking of it as the ultimate sacrament and the ritual of swallowing as confirmation that you're a cocksucker that has pleased his man. Does that sound OK to you?"

Wow, he was actually asking me if I was all right with this; I was flattered.

Jared's matter-of-factness did a number on me. I had tasted semen before and at that exact moment I knew I wanted it. I had been ******, ******* into it before, now I really wanted it. I found myself wishing he would stop talking and get on with it. I could see his hard-on pointing northward. I was horny like I'd never been horny before. There is something very erotic about conversations about sex, as I look back on it, this was foreplay.

I must have said something, though I can't remember what. He reached down and touched my cheek and, looking me in the eyes, said warmly, "Don't worry. It's going to be all right. You're going to have a lot of fun, not just with me, but with Kirk too."



I wanted to get to sucking, but again more instruction from my patient well-hung teacher. "This is important, for the duration of the blowjob; you have to realize that this penis is yours. It belongs to you, to worship and pleasure. You're the boss of it. If you take pleasure in it, if you treat it like the best lollipop you've ever had in your life, believe me, I'll be in heaven. That's the key. OK, why don't you first just feel it? Take it and rub it lightly across your cheeks, lips and face."

I did what I was told, then took the head of the penis into my mouth.

"Excellent," said my trainer. "Remember time is no issue. We have all the time in the world. Don't be shy about anything. Look at this cock you've examined so closely. Now you want to learn everything what makes it happy. It's your new toy, see what it can do."

I didn't really know what he was talking about, but I was enjoying that cock head in my mouth. I thought it was surprisingly warm and silky smooth. I idly wondered if maybe he used some sort of a lotion.

"You're doing great," Jared said. "It feels really great. Now, another thing, and this separates the good blowjobs from the bad. A blowjob involves the mouth only, never the hand. That's what separates a male cocksucker from a girl. Too many women get involved in the pumping thing with their hands and that's no good. That just sends the message you want this to get over with, be done with it. After you get started, it's a good rule to follow, never use your hands. You can put your hands on his legs or his ass cheeks or fondle his balls but don't jerk him off or play with yourself. Concentrate only on his pleasure; a really good cocksucker is focused enough to only be able to cum when there is a cock in his mouth. Serving a cock is what you were born to do."

I followed his instructions and used my hands to get a good feel of those muscular legs. His cock felt so good in my mouth like it had always belonged there. Jared had a nice deep voice and whenever he spoke I felt a subtle rumble that vibrated in his prick. It was really amazing and an incredible turn-on. I fought the urge to stick my hand on my own cock.

This subtle mouth action went on for a while until Jared finally spoke again.

"OK, now go as deep on my prick as your gag reflex will allow but no further."

I swallowed his cock deeper and felt it moving to the back of my throat; it was almost to the point where I was gagging.

"Now, just hold it there for a while. Let your throat relax as it gets used to a cock plugging its opening."

I held it for several seconds then tried to go just a bit further, before coming up for air. I was wild with lust and really wanted him to grab my head and mouth fuck me right there but I knew he wouldn't.

"OK. Let's take a little break; relax and ***** some water before we go on. The next step will bring you to the throat-fuck stage." I appreciated the break that Jared had given me but I remained very anxious about throating his big cock.

My trainer continued talking as I sipped the water; his soft, soothing voice kept me on edge, nervous and excited.

"Attitude is another important element. I've found through the years of training boys that they have to really WANT to suck a cock to do it right. It's kind of a religious experience for a born cocksucker and you gotta have the right attitude. Saliva, saliva, saliva is all important. You'll be drooling all over my crotch; it'll be dripping wet with your spit. All guy's like a wet sucking hole and a hot mouth is perfect."

"Yet another thing a lot of boys don't understand is that a man's genitals are made up of a lot of different parts. It isn't just a stiff pole. There's the cumslit / piss slit, the crown, the edge of the crown, the prenium, the cum-vein, the shaft itself, his pubic hair, two balls and every single one of these areas are sensitive to oral attention. A mix of lips, tongue and throat with the right combination of deep swallowing along with the cocksucker's attention to the cumslit produce great pleasure. Showering your Master's rigid prick r and especially his balls with big lip smacking wet sloppy kisses lets your owner know just how much you adore and lust after his manly pride. You must always seek to please him; every guy needs to have his cock worshipped the right way. This is almost certain to result in his shooting a sticky load into your mouth cunt. Your Master's cum is the highest compliment a cocksucker can aspire to; it's your reward."

"Now get your lips around it again." I did as he said. "That's the way; just slide your lips up and down along it."

This was like a step by step guide to cocksucking; Jared was patient yet very insistent. I did as he said; pleased he was taking it easy on me. My own cock began to stiffen as the taste of his precum filled my mouth. "Good, good boy." He praised again.

I felt a guiding hand on the back of my head. He dictated the rhythm of my sucking. I just kept sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, eyes closed, letting the hand guide me.

"Good, good." More praise from Jared. "You're a good little cock sucking faggot aren't you, Jared said." He released his hand from my head. I kept on sucking his cock with the same rhythm as a few more strokes went by.

"Now that's good for a start." He said. "But we're going to have to get a little more ******** if you're going to be proficient at cocksucking."

Jared then grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back to look at him. Our eyes met, he starred at me intently. I felt the soft textured tip of his cock trace across my lips and around my jaw as he gazed down at me. His eyes mesmerized me; I wanted nothing as much as pleasing him in whatever way he wanted. Jared let go of me and I enveloped his thick cock with my lips once more, bobbing up and down on it.

"Ok." He said. I felt his fingers tracing across my chin and cheek. "Let's take it up a notch, I think you're ready." He told me.

The anticipation of what he was going to do filled my body. I could feel my heart pounding ********ly inside my chest. A bizarre mix of horniness, dreaded anticipation and downright fear filled me. I kind of knew that this was the "easy bit" but didn't want to think about what was to come.

"Go on boy, you're now just a cocksucking slut. Get it all in your mouth. So far you've been blowing me like a little girl; it's time you take my cock like a man." Jared stated in that same soothing voice, as if he was talking about the weather.

My own cock was impossibly hard as his words hit home. Something about his quiet ********ness awoke the part of me that wanted to gorge myself on his beautiful cock. I was hot as hell but the fear and apprehension remained. I leaned in to take more of his prick into my mouth. Then I felt both his hands clasping my head, pulling me down towards his crotch, gently at first but then with more *****.





I shut my eyes tight and reached up with my own hands pressing against his hips in a vain attempt to stop the movement. He thrust his groin forwards and his cock slid further into my mouth, too far. I gagged in a terrible panic, coughing and spluttering with drool gushing out of my mouth. I was pushing full ***** against him trying to hold him away. Jared gripped ever tighter holding my face down, deeper and deeper. I struggled for breath as he held on. Then, after a second he let go. I fell backwards gulping down some air.

Suddenly he was pleasant and soothing again. "Ok," said Jared, completely unphased by my discomfort, "you almost had it up to here." Pointing to about half way along his shaft. I coughed, and then swallowed trying to get rid of the strange tickling spasm in my throat. "Get back here and try again, it's what I want." He was being nice but showing no mercy.

I wanted it over; gasping for air had scared me. Jared though, had years of experience with other cocksuckers and knew it wouldn't be that easy for a novice like me to do even though it was my destiny. I got up on to my knees and surged with open mouth towards his cock. I took the small length that I was comfortable with in my mouth and sucked. Sucking harder and faster than I'd done before.

"Ha, ha." Jared chuckled. "You're supposed to be taking the whole length boy; there will be no half measures allowed." His hands grabbed me again and brought my face down on him once more, his penis bludgeoning into the back of my throat.

I coughed and spluttered again instinctively trying my hardest to push him away.

The panic spread through me again as Jared prevented my release. I felt saliva oozing out of my mouth, flowing down my chin, wetting his balls. My eyes opened for a split second and could see I was still inches away from his groin.

Jared let go of me and I recoiled backwards. I felt like bursting into tears but knew it wouldn't bother Jared in the slightest; he would just carry on feeding his huge cock into my mouth.

Jared shuffled forwards and slapped his cock against my bottom lip. "Come on! Again!" He said hurriedly. I began sucking again; the gentle novice way that I was comfortable with.

"No, no, no!" He barked. "You've got to take it all." Once again his hands grabbed at my hair.

"No!" I implored. "Let me try to do it!" Trying to at least gain a little bit of control.

"Go on then. Take it all." He said sternly. I engulfed his cock with my mouth once more and slowly began sliding my lips towards his crotch. I reached the point of gagging and shot back again.

"Go on." Jared insisted. My mouth slipped along his cock once more. I grabbed at his buttocks and pulled myself in toward him. His cock hit the back of my throat again. I gripped tight, ramming myself down on his cock as the sound of muffled ******* and spluttered filled the room.

"Good!" Said Jared, seemingly delighted to see me ***** myself on his cock. I pulled back after a few seconds unable to take any more. "Do it again." He insisted.

I knew I'd have to do it or he'd just ***** me again. I buried my face down on his cock once more. He pushed my head forward as the gooey saliva flowed from my mouth. I stayed there desperately trying to control my gagging and *******. He yanked my head off his cock and pulled it back to look up at him.

"Go on, one more time. Go for the record." I spat down on his cock, trying to make it easier to swallow. Then began sliding down it again. More quickly this time. I sucked down on it as far as I could go, as far as I felt was physically possible. "Hold it." Jared ordered. I stayed there, desperate to back away. "Hold it."

I could take no more and fell back collapsing on the floor. I sat there slumped in a heap, coughing and spluttering again, feeling the saliva dripping down from my chin onto my body.

"Ok." barked Jared. "You're nowhere near throating this cock and you're doing it wrong." He jumped up onto the bed and knelt there. Impatiently he pulled me up alongside him. "Do you want to throat this cock boy?" He asked. I shook my head. "Tough ****. All cocksuckers have to know how to throat a cock. Go back." He instructed. "You've got to be stretching forwards, your chin in line with your neck otherwise your throat isn't straight. Now suck."

A rough hand grabbed my hair as I tentatively leant forwards. My gapping mouth fell upon his prick. "Now." Said Jared. "When you hit your limit, keep on like you're swallowing something and it'll slide right in."

Two hands pulled me down onto him. The cock hit the back of my throat. Desperately I tried to swallow like he said. Swallowing over and over again. His hands released me and I instantly shot backwards. A trail of the thickest, gooiest, drool suspended from my mouth to the shaft of cock I had to swallow.

"Again! Quickly!" Ordered Jared, his hands already pulling me into position. As his dick tunneled into my mouth I remembered to swallow hard. Swallowing over and over. I could see the base of his shaft edging closer. Somehow I was swallowing his cock deeper and deeper into my throat. I tried to swallow again as the tip of my nose brushed against his dark pubic hair. His hands released me again and I shot back. A glass full of thick gooey saliva poured from my mouth. I gasped desperately for breath.

"Again!" Jared shouted. I grabbed onto his wrists to try to fend him off.

"No, please. Don't pull me." I pleaded.

"Then do it. Nose to the pubes. Do it now!"

I leaned forward and took his prick into my mouth once again. I didn't want to do it but he was so ********. It was better that I have some control by ******* myself. I pushed my face down onto him and as I started to gag I made sure to make the swallowing motion over and over. Jared let out a deep groan. Slowly my face edged down towards him, his hard cock sliding finally deep down into my throat.

I took his length as far as possible, my nose just being tickled by the ends of his dark hair. I held the position for a second before recoiling back. Jared's dick was now slick with saliva. He suddenly stood up.

"Lie down here." He ordered. "On your back. Head here." He pointed.

As I coughed and swallowed to remove the feeling from my throat Jared put me into the position he wanted me in. I was lying naked on the couch with my head over the edge, looking upside down at him. I watched from my inverted view as he approached my head and placed his hands on my face. He knelt down on one knee and I could see his approaching cock right in front of my face; it looked enormous from my upside down perch.

"Now it's time to get serious." He said. "Open wide." I did as he said. ******** he plunged his cock into my mouth, inching it down my throat. My whole body spasmed. I twisted and turned furiously to get away.

"Hey! Hey! Hey, boy, stop that!" Yelled Jared.

I jumped up coughing, ******* and feeling like I was going to be sick. Jared threw me back down as he wrestled me back into position for this deep throating exercise. I fought back but was easily overpowered. Tears welled up and began streaming from my eyes as I realized there was no getting away.

"Open your mouth." He ordered. My face screwed up with anguish and tears. When would it stop?

"Please, I can't do it. Please, Sir." I pleaded.

"Open your mouth!" He ordered sternly. He was now holding my body down with his arms as he leaned over me using his full body weight. His cock nuzzled against the tightly closed lips of my upside down head.

"Open your mouth!" He said in that seductive, calm, soft voice. Tentatively I relaxed my jaw. Master Jared leaned forward feeding in his cock. It simply slipped deep down inside my throat. His hands held my head tight. I knew that struggling was futile so I submitted to this invasion. Desperately I tried to swallow. Saliva and precum poured down from my mouth and into my nose. Jared's balls nestled tightly against my face. Slowly he pulled out. I gasped and coughed.

"One more time." Jared said with tenderness. I felt his thick cock lumber onto my lips.

Silently I opened wide allowing him to continue using me for his pleasure. His slick cock slid slowly down into me. He held it for a moment then bucked his hips a few times before pulling out. Ever so slowly he began fucking my throat, in and out, deeper each time until his cock was fully buried in my gullet. He pulled out and rested it for a second with only his cockhead on my lips. Once again he pushed it in all the way and I found myself eagerly accepting this cock into my throat. I was doing it; his entire cock was buried in my mouth, plugging my throat. I was proud.

Suddenly he let out a loud groan as he pulled out with his cock slick with bubbling saliva. I saw the trail of cum oozing from my mouth to the tip of his cock again. Just as I began to taste the sperm he pumped his cock with his fist and a second load shot out onto my face. I lay on the bed, feeling it slide down my cheek.

I lay naked on the couch, face wet with a mix of saliva and semen. I croaked and swallowed, trying to get rid of the tickle feeling in my throat. For the first time since it began I had time to breathe without an erect cock being shoved into my mouth. At that moment I felt glad for the respite and proud of my accomplishment.

There was little time to rest for Jared quickly motioned me to my knees.

Jared smiled as he spoke; "That was pretty good for a first time throat fucking. The first time is the worst but now you know you can do it. With a little practice you'll be able to take a horse cock right into your gullet without being ******. The majority of cocksuckers that can deep throat cock still gag on the first attempt. That's Ok; it's actually pretty enjoyable having a boy's throat muscles spasm around your cock head as it first pokes though."

I had done it; I could take a cock right to the balls. I couldn't wait to blow Kurt and show off my new skills.

Les aventures de ma femme


Je rentre de faire des courses en ville. J'entends les gémissements de jouissance de ma femme. Je pense qu'elle vient de se masturber: ça lui arrive souvent. La plus part du temps elle m'appelle quand elle se donne du plaisir pour que je la fasse jouir avec un gode, pas avec ma queue: elle me suce après avoir jouit elle-même.
Je monte dans la chambre pour voir la suite de ses plaisirs. J'entends en montant un autre râle de jouissance. Je ne le connais pas encore. La porte de la chambre est ouverte: elle n'est pas seule. Le spectacle que je vois ferait dresser les cheveux de toute une ligue de biens pensants: elle est nue, avec une de ses amies que je connais assez bien. Je ne la savais pas lesbienne.
Elles s'embrassent sur la bouche et je peux voir les langues se livrer une "féroce" bataille. Elles se caressent partout et je vois la main de ma femme s'égarer vers le pubis de *** amie qui écarte les jambes. La main va jusqu'au bouton, ne le cherche pas longtemps: elle branle sa copine qui réagit immédiatement en disant " oui, oui, encore, baise-moi bien". Ma femme répond simplement;" je t'enfilerai tout à l'heure avec mon gode".
Je reste sur le pas de la porte, la bite bien dure de voir ces deux femmes s'aimer. C'est bien la première fois que ma femme se livre, au moins devant moi à une autre fille. Je me demande ce que je vais faire. Après tout, si elles aiment ça, pourquoi les déranger.
Je me retire un peu, sors ma queue et me branle en les regardant faire.
En attendant ma femme remplace ses doigts par sa langue. Elle fait encore jouir l'autre fille. Elles n'en ont pas assez: c'est la baisée qui se tourne complètement pour se mettre les jambes écartées sur la bouche de ma femme et poser la sienne sur la con de mon épouse. Je remarque que les deux poitrines ***t posées sur le ventre de l'autre. Les langues semblent bien déchainées. Les mains aussi participent à la fête: celles de ma femme semblent plus actives: elle a rentré deux ou trois doigts dans le cul de l'autre qui, elle, la doigte simplement.
J'arrête ma branlette pour me faire jouir plus tard ou alors participer à ces instants de plaisirs lesbiens.
Elles finissent par jouir. Ma femme à ce moment sort *** gode et le rentre très lentement dans le con de sa copine. Elle est mise de telle façon que je pourrai l'enculer sans problème.
Je m'approche, ma femme me voit et m'invite à participer à sa baise et me demandant de l'enculer ou si je veux me faire sucer.
Je préfère la sodomie qui me permet de posséder ma femme plus entièrement: elle aime se faire mettre pas là. Je ne m'en prive pas. *
Nous réussis***s l'exploit de jouir tous les trois ensemble

La dernière fois que j'ai vu ma femme baiser avec une autre, dans notre chambre ,j'ai pu participer en l'enculant pendant qu'elle se faisait sucer par sa copine. Nous en avons profité pour raconter sans cesse nos plaisirs réciproques de ce jour là. Pourtant un soir, elle me racontait une nouvelle baise qu'elle avait faite dans l'après midi avec une autre fille: elles se ***t rencontrées dans une pâtisserie et attablées elles ont rapidement parlé de sexe, puis des filles qu'elles avaient déjà eues. Éros, faisant bien les choses elles connaissaient la dernière avec qui ma femme avait baisé le jour où je l'enculais. Elles comparaient les orgasmes selon les positions. Cette nouvelles connaissance l'emmenait chez elle: ma femme savait parfaitement ce qui allait se passer: elle en étais assez exciter de coucher avec cette fille plutôt belle et sexy. Dès l'entrée sa nouvelle amie l'embrassait sur la bouche et leurs langues se disputaient de plus en plus vite. Bien sur ma femme qui aime se faire caresser les seins se laissait faire pendant qu'elle mettait directement une main au panier le l'autre. Les préliminaires assez courts devenaient de plus en plus précis: c'est ma femme qui arrivait la première sur le con de l'autre qui lui mettait une main au cul. Comme elle adore la sodomie, elle la laissait faire; surtout quand elle sentait des doigts pénétrer dans *** anus. Pour baiser confortablement les deux femmes se déshabillaient rapidement. Elles ne s'attardaient pas "une seuls chose comptait: jouir".
Elles se retrouvèrent couchées, bien serrées en s'embrassant et se caressant. C'est ma femme qui lui posait sa main sur le sexe la première et cherchait, pas longtemps le clito. Elle la branlait et sa compagne la laissait faire en fermant les yeux: ses seules paroles étaient que c'était bien meilleur la main de ma femme que la sienne quand elle se branlait. C'est aussi l'avis de ma femme qui préfère que je ma branle plutôt que de le faire seule, sinon le faire à deux en se regardant. L'amante à *** tour branlait mon épouse qui à *** habitude disait des gros mots: "je suis une pute, j'adore me faire mettre". Ce ***t ses même mots elle emploie avec moi.
Après s'être mutuellement branlées, il leur fallait quelques léchages. Mon épouse aime beaucoup se faire sucer: elle ouvrait ses jambes pour permettre à la tête de l'autre de passer et de venir lui sucer le con en entier. Elle commençait par lui lécher le petit trou: me femme aurai préféré qu'elle y rentre un peu de langue. Quand elle arrivait au clitoris ma femme me disait qu'elle avait jouit presque comme avec moi. La seule différence de taille était que c'était une fille qui la léchait et c'était bon.
Ma femme lui rendait la pareille avant de se retourner pour faire un 69. Elle prenait l'initiative de lui mettre deux doigts dans le cul. L'autre devait bien aimer se faire mettre par là: elle jouissait comme ma femme à qui elle aussi avait mit des doigts dans le cul.
Une seule chose manquait un bon gode pour se baiser ou s'enculer.
Ce soir je dois combler ce manque. Je l'encule puisqu'elle aime ça. Il lui manque quand même quelque chose: du sperme dans la bouche: alors dès que je sors de *** cul, elle me prend la pine dans la bouche et me suce pour que je jouisse bien en elle. Ma femme aime se montrer salope.
Je lui demande pourquoi elle baise avec d'autres femmes: parce que de temps en temps, elle aime la douceur d'une peau féminine sur *** corps et surtout avoir le goût de la cyprine d'une autre dans la bouche.
Pourquoi elle ne m'invite jamais pour ses baises lesbiennes? J'aimerai au moins une fois baiser en trio. C'est promis, la prochaine fois, elle baisera à la mai*** avec une copine qu'elle trouvera et que je pourrai baiser devant elle.

Ça y est, ma femme a tenue parole: Elle vient à la mai*** avec une fille sacrément sexy, même si ce n'est pas une beauté.
Elle ne porte semble-t-il qu'une petite mini jupe à ras de la touffe et un t-shirt très collant, sans rien d'autre il me semble.
Ses longues jambes ***t carrément un appel au viol. Quand elles arrivent toutes deux, elles ne s'occupent pas de moi, elles s'embrassent sur a bouche, se pelotent.
Ma femme va directement chercher le sexe en levant à peine la jupe. Cette fille la laisse faire, écarte un peu les jambes, je vois la main de mon épouse aller et venir sur le clitoris qui me semble bien gros.
Cette nouvelle amante ne veut pas rester là, à ne rien faire à ma femme, Elle la déculotte vite fait et à *** tour part à la découverte de *** sexe. Je pense qu'elle doit savoir que ma femme aime se faire mettre dans le cul. Pourtant elle s'accroupit, passe sa langue dans la fente et trouve le clito qu'elle lèche à grand coup de langue, comme un petit chien ferait d'une friandise. Je reconnais que le con de ma femme est une friandise tant pour moi que pour les autres.
Je les regarde et bande comme un cerf. Elle m'avait promis une baise en trio, ça va finir en baise de deux filles.
Pourtant cette nouvelle me voit bander et vient vers moi, elle me sort la bite avec difficulté tellement je suis tendu. Elle se penche vers ma queue, la met en bouche et commence une fellation assez rare.
Je me retiens pour ne pas jouir trop vite. Ma femme vient derrière celle qui me suce, s'allonge sur le dos et prend le con de *** amante dans la bouche: je la sens bien, j'ai posé une main sur le cul de ma suceuse.
Je ne peux plus tenir, je jouis dans cette bouche qui me tient encore. Elle me garde en elle tant qu'elle n'a pas jouit.
Cela ne tarde pas trop, ma femme est trop exercée au cunnilingus pour tarder à faire jouir une autre femme. Elles vont s'installer dans la chambre, je les suis tout en ayant ma pine pendante. Elles s'installent directement en 69.
Si la langue de ma femme, au moins au début lèche le clito de notre amante, celle-ci lui lèche également le clitoris mais en plus lui met trois doigts au cul. Ma femme n'a jamais pu résister à quelque chose qui soit dans *** anus.
Je commence à bander encore et je voudrai bien mettre ma queue à l'intérieur d'un ces deux corps.
Pourtant elles m'oublient et se contentent seules pour jouir. Mon épouse a sorti *** gode et baise sa compagne qui jouit plusieurs fois.
Enfin elle s'occupe de moi, je suis sur le ventre, le con de l'autre sur ma bouche. Ma femme, pour la première fois me met *** gode dans le cul, très doucement, avec tellement de délicatesse
Que je ne le sens presque pas quand elle me le met. A ma grande surprise elle me fait jouir ainsi en m'enculant. Quand je me tourne sur le dos, elle m'embrasse en me disant simplement: tu vois comme, tu me fais jouir quand tu me la mets au cul. Je sens qu'un tournant dans nos relations est arrivé. J'arrive en bandant encore à me farcir l'amante dans *** con largement ouvert, me femme est assise sur sa bouche pour bien se faire bouffer la moule.

Les aventures de ma femme par Titan


C'est ma femme qui raconte.
Samedi, nous nous levons et déjeunons ensemble, mon mari va bricoler dehors tandis que moi je m'occupe du nettoyage de la mai*** il est passé 11H quand j'ai fini. Quelques instants plus tard, on ***ne, je vais ouvrir en me demandant qui ça peut être et j'ai la surprise une fois la porte ouverte de voir Eric mon patro:
M = moi, E = Eric, G = Gaetan mon mari
M : Vous ici?
E : je voulais voir ta mai*** et si tu respectais les consignes.
M : Mais je ne travaille pas aujourd'hui.
E : Je t'ai bien dis sans culotte quelque soit le jour de la semaine ce qui veut dire même quand tu ne travaille pas. Vas chercher ton mari, il va pouvoir assister à ta punition.
M : Non pas chez moi au bureau tant que tu veux mais pas devant mon mari
E : Je ne te demande pas ton avis, je vais te punir et tout de suite.
Je vais donc chercher mon mari et lui demande de venir au salon sans lui préciser pourquoi. Il est très surpris de voir Eric chez nous et celui-ci lui dit :
E : Je suis passé à l'improviste pour voir si Sylvie avait respecté mes consignes ce qui n'est pas le cas donc elle va te dire ce qui va se passer. Allez vas-y explique à ton mari ce qui va t'arrivé.
M : Comme tu le sais quand je ne respecte pas les consignes Eric me donne la fessée et il a décidé de me la donné devant toi
E : Mets toi en position.
Je prends donc la position appuyé sur la table de la salle à manger dos au canapé au mon mari est assis. Eric relève ma robe me donne une dizaine de claques sur mes fesses puis arrache ma culotte me donne de nouveau une dizaine de fessées et il me dit de me mettre à poil en regardant mon mari. Je me mets face à Gaetan et enlève ma robe et mon soutien gorge, je suis nue devant ces deux hommes qui pendant quelques minutes m'admire et Eric m'ordonne de reprendre la position car la punition n'est pas fini et d'écarter bien mes cuisses pour qu'ils voient bien mon sexe. Ils contemplent encore un petit moment le tableau que je leur offre avant Qu'Eric me donne une trentaine de fessées et là il enlève sa ceinture et m'inflige une vingtaine de coups. Après il passe sa main sur mon entre jambe et s'exclame à l'intention de mon mari:
E : Mais regarde ça elle est mouillée, et tu sais ce qui faut faire quand une femme est dans cet état, et bien il faut la baiser.
M : A ça pas question pas ici.
E : Je te demande pas ton avis à toi, si bien tu voulais te venger de ton mari alors je te baise devant lui et il ne pourra pas dire que tu l'as trompé et crois moi tu vas la sentir ma bite dans ta chatte et tiens prends ça.
M : Ah! Non pas ici.
E : Ici et tout de suite, tiens prends ça, tu la sens bien?
M : Oh! Oui je la sens bien tellement elle est grosse.
E : C'est tellement que tu m'existe salope ça te plaît de te faire baiser.
M : oh oui c'est bon, pardonne moi chéri.
E : Tu n'as pas à te faire pardonner regarde comme ton mari bande de te regarder te faire baiser. Vient Gaetan te faire sucer par ta salope de femme.
M : Non, je ne veux pas et je n'aime pas sucer.
E : A partir de maintenant il faudra que tu aime sucer et avaler, tu n'as pas le choix, une soumise n'a pas le droit de refuser ce qu'on lui demande. Si bien tu aimes être soumise.
M : Oui j'aime être votre pute: baisez moi encore.
E : Oh! Oui je vais encore te baiser et même au bureau maintenant que je sais que tu aimes ça. Mais dépêches toi de sucer la bite de ton mari. Comme après que j'aurai joui dans ta chatte, il pourra à *** tour te défoncer.
J'ai donc obéi et sucé mon mari alors qu'Eric me baisait de plus en plus vite et il se lâcha en moi au moment au j'avais un orgasme fulgurant. Eric se retira et sans attendre mon mari me pénétra à *** tour très *********** comme Eric l'avait fait au paravent. J'ai encore joui 2 fois avant que mon époux ce vide en moi. Avant de partir Eric me dit que je dois aussi obéir à mon mari et donc j'ai 2 maîtres, puis je suis allée prendre une douche. Dans l'après midi mon mari me dit qu'il a vu dans la vitrine d'un magasin situé dans une ville proche de chez nous une belle robe et qu'il aimerait bien que l'on se rendent en ville pour la voir. Toujours partante pour acheter de nouveaux vêtements nous voilà donc partis en ville. Arrivés devant le magasin la robe me plaît nous entrons et la vendeuse nous salue, nous trouvons la robe et la taille me correspondant et on se dirige vers la cabine d'essayage une fois la robe mise je sors de la cabine pour que mon mari me voie. Il trouve la robe encore trop grande et demande l'avis de vendeuse qui confirme que ce genre de vêtement se porte très moulant et qu'il faut essayer une taille en dessous, j'essaie donc la robe avec une taille en moins. Je trouve la robe trop courte mais la vendeuse me précise que c'est un modèle court donc que ma robe est à bonne longueur. Mon mari me dit d'avancer dans le magasin et faire comme si je ramassais quelque chose parterre sans plier les genoux. Je m'exécute mais la robe remonte au dessus de mes fesses et ne redescend pas tant que celle-ci est moulante, je vais pour baisser ma robe mais mon mari me dit de rester comme ça et s'adresse à la vendeuse:
V = vendeuse
G : Elle est vraiment génial cette robe. N'est ce pas qu'elle a un beau cul?
V : Oui très joli que l'on a envie de palper.
G : Et bien ne vous gêner pas.
V : Elle a la peau douce, oh! Elle est épilé intégralement, on dirait de la soie et en plus elle mouille, elle aime ça montrer *** cul. Mes doigts s'enfoncent tout seul dans sa chatte.
M : Oh! Oui c'est bon.
G : Oui écoutez là, c'est sur qu'elle aime ce que vous lui faites, allez y branlez la. Et toi si tu veux que madame continue mets toi à poil.
M : Non pas ici.
G : A poil ou je dis à Eric que tu m'as désobéis.
M : D'accord je t'obéis.
J'étais donc toute nue dans le magasin encore ouvert les doigts de la vendeuse dans ma chatte et de l'autre main elle me pétrissait les nichons. Une cliente, entrée quelques instants plutôt s'approche de nous et commença à me caresser les fesses puis à entrer un, puis deux et enfin trois doigts dans mon cul, tandis qu'avec l'autre main, elle me mettait des petites claques sur les fesses. Je jouis deux fois puis mon mari m'ordonne d'aller dans la cabine accompagné des deux femmes chacune leur tour pour que je puisse les faire jouir avec ma langue, interdit de me servir de mes doigts, car me dit il, il n'y a pas de rai*** pour que je ne leur rendes pas le plaisir qu'elles m'ont donné. Une fois celà fait je me rhabille et en passant à la caisse la vendeuse nous fait une remise de 10% sur notre achat et nous dit que je serai toujours la bienvenue et que j'aurai une remise sur mes achats. Nous sortons du magasin et continuons à faire du lèche-vitrines. Je remarque un peu plus loin une paire de chaussures qui me plaît. Mon mari me dit qu'il faut les essayer donc on rentre un vendeur s'approche de nous et on lui fait voir le modèle en vitrine quelques instants plus tard il revient avec ma pointure et me demande de m'asseoir pour les essayer. J'essaie de garder mes jambes serrées. Je fais quelques pas dans le magasin mais elles ***t trop juste. Le vendeur me fait essayer une pointure plus grande et en mettant les chaussures il s'aperçoit que je n'ai pas de culotte, il regarde mon mari qui lui fait savoir d'un hochement de tête qu'il peut mater. Il me fait essayer d'autres paires en m'obligeant à écarter mes jambes. Une fois décidée sur les chaussures mon mari dit au vendeur qu'il pouvait faire ce qu'il voulait de moi. Il me regarda et me dit:
V = vendeur
V : Alors comme ça tu aime montrer ton sexe à tout le monde et comme je vois que tu mouilles salope je vais te baiser mais avant je te veux à poil.
Une fois nue il m'ordonne de me retourner, de prendre appui sur le dossier des chaises et de poser un pied sur une de celle-ci. Une fois en position je sens sa queue me pénétrer:
M : Oh!
V : T'aimes ça salope te faire sauter comme une putain. Qu'est ce qu'elle est bonne ta chatte.
M : Oh! Oui encore c'est trop bon je vais jouir.
Mon mari est venu devant à sorti *** sexe et m'a demandé de le sucer. Alors que le vendeur me baisait de plus en plus fort nous avons joui tous les trois ensemble. Je me suis rhabillé et après avoir payé les chaussures nous sommes rentrés chez nous.

Lundi, j'arrive au bureau, je vais dire bonjour à Eric après avoir saluer ma collègue Isabelle. Après avoir dit bonjour à Eric celui-ci me puni comme promis. Il relève ma robe sur mon dos et m'inflige une cinquantaine de fessées. Après la dernière fessée, Eric m'informe que cet après midi je dois aller faire signer le contrat chez le client (voir les aventures de ma femme 3).
En début d'après-midi je me rends donc chez le client avec tous les papiers à faire signer. Il habite un quartier résidentiel la propriété est renfermé avec un portail électrique et une caméra qui film l'entrée de celle-ci. Je ***ne et le client me demande ce que c'est, je me présente donc à quoi il répond que je dois laisser mes habits dans la voiture et ***ner de nouveau une fois nue, sachant que si je refuse il pourrait partir à la concurrence j'exécute donc les ordres. Après avoir ***né de nouveau le portail s'ouvre après quelques secondes interminables nue dans la rue j'avance dans l'allée et la porte de la mai*** s'ouvre c'est le client qui me fait entrer et passer dans *** bureau pour signer le contrat. Je lui explique que j'ai imprimé deux contrat, un normal comme au départ d'une durée d'un an et un second pour une durée de deux ans avec six mois gratuit. Il me dit qu'il va prendre celui là, une fois le contrat signé il me dit qu'il va passer dans *** salon pour qu'il me fesse du fait qu'il n'a pas pu le faire au bureau à cause du rendez-vous qu'il avait. Il me précisa que cela aller se faire devant *** épouse, la femme de ménage, *** chauffeur et un homme à tout faire. J'entre dans le salon tout le monde est déjà présent. Je dois me mettre à quatre pattes sur la table basse en tournant le dos à tous ces gens. J'ai reçus une dizaine de fessée de la main du client, ensuite sa femme est venue aussi me donner dix fessées. Puis le client m'a infligé dix coups de ceinture ainsi que *** épouse et pour terminer ils m'ont donné dix coups de badine chacun. Après avoir repris les documents signés, je suis rentrée au bureau.
Quelques jours plus tard, au matin alors que je recevais la fessée d'Eric dans *** bureau, Isabelle rentre dans la pièce, surprise de me voir dans cette position, elle s'apprête à le quitter quand Eric lui dit de rester. Il lui explique pourquoi il me donne la fessée tout en continuant de distribuer les clacs sur mes fesses. Le soir avant de partir Eric demande à Isabelle de venir pour qu'elle assiste à ma fessée du soir. Cette fois, Eric m'oblige à me mettre toute nue et me donne la fessée. Une fois fini il baisse *** pantalon et *** slip et me pénètre comme si Isabelle n'était pas là. Je joui deux fois avant qu'Eric ne décharge sa semence dans mon sexe. Et il dit en s'adressant à Isabelle maintenant tu sais aussi que je la baise. Le lendemain, isabelle me demande si j'ai vraiment pris du plaisir car de la façon dont il m'a fait jouir elle aurait aimé être à ma place à cause qu'avec *** mari ce n'est pas le pied, elle a très rarement des orgasmes. Quelques jours plus tard alors qu'Eric me baisse il demande à Isabelle :
E = Eric, M = moi, I = Isabelle
E : Tu aimerais être à sa place en train de prendre mon sexe dans ta chatte et avoir du plaisir comme elle?
I : Euh! Je ne sais pas, je suis mariée.
E : Sylvie est mariée aussi et *** mari est au courant qu'elle baise avec d'autres hommes. A toi de voir si tu as envie de savoir qu'est ce que c'est d'avoir un orgasme. Et dépêches toi de te décider.
I : je ne sais pas.
E : Bon si tu ne sais pas moi je sais. Si bien tu nous vois nus alors mets toi à poil aussi et si tu refuse je m'arrange pour que ton mari apprenne que tu t'envoie en l'air au bureau.
I : Non pas ça, je ferai tout ce que tu veux.
E : Alors à poil et vite et le temps que je te baise tu léchera la chatte de Sylvie.
I : Non je ne veux pas lécher le sexe d'une femme, je ne suis pas lesbienne.
Isabelle était maintenant en soutien gorge et culotte. Eric s'approcha et avant qu'elle n'est le temps de bouger il lui arracha ces sous vêtements, l'obligea à mettre sa tête entre mes cuisses et sans ménagement la pénétra de toute la longueur de *** sexe, Isabelle cria de surprise mais aussi de plaisir:
I : Ah! Oui c'est bon.
E : Tiens prends ça tu l'as sent bien ma queue et lèches bien la chatte de Sylvie.
I : non je ne veux pas.
Eric se retira et lui administra quelques fessées puis la pénétra de nouveau, recommença plusieurs fois malgré qu'Isabelle lui demandé d'arrêter les fessées et il lui dit que la fessée s'arrêterai quand elle me léchera la chatte, ce qu'elle fit avec beaucoup de tallent. Elle me fit jouir 2 fois et elle prit réellement *** pied au moins 3 fois avant qu'Eric ne se lâche dans sa chatte.
Le lendemain en arrivant au bureau Isabelle avait un drôle d'air, je lui demandais ce qu'il y avait et elle m'expliqua qu'en rentant chez elle, elle n'a pas eu le temps de prendre une douche et que *** mari s'est rendu compte qu'elle avait baisé car elle n'avait pas remis sa culotte et quand passant sa main sur *** sexe qu'il s'est rendu compte de *** forfait. Je l'emmenais dans le bureau d'Eric et lui dit de continuer d'expliquer ce qui s'était passé. Elle raconta alors qu'elle fut obligée d'avouer à *** mari ce qui s'était passé. Après avoir fini *** récit *** mari l'obligea à sucer *** sexe jusqu'à jouir dans sa bouche puis il l'allongea sur la table de la cuisine et la baisa. Elle reconnut qu'elle avait joui presque aussi fort avec *** mari qu'en fin d'après midi. Eric excité par ce récit nous demanda de nous foutre à poil pour que l'on baise tous les trois ce que nous avons fait toute la matinée. Isabelle m'a léché le sexe et mes seins sans Qu'Eric le lui demande, le temps que celui-ci lui ramone la chatte puis qui la sodomise, elle a joui au moins trois fois, ensuite nous avons inversé je l'ai léché tandis qu'Eric me baisait. Quel pied d'avoir un homme qui sait satisfaire deux femmes.
J'attends vos commentaires et si je dois continuer.

Pour les dialogue: M: moi, S: Sylvie, B: Bertrand, C: Christophe
De temps en temps j'invite deux copains Bertrand et Christophe à la mai*** pour un week-end console de jeux sous forme de petits tournois à trois. Ils arrivent le vendredi vers 19 h et repartent le dimanche en fin d'après midi.
On est vendredi et ce week-end Bernard et Christophe arrivent dans deux heures. Ma femme rentre du travail et me dit qu'elle a demandé à Eric *** patron (voir les aventures de ma femme 1, 2, 3 et 4) pour mettre exceptionnellement une culotte pour le week-end vu la venue des copains et qu'il est d'accord. Me méfiant de ce que dit ma femme je lui dis que je vais appeler Eric pour confirmation et que si elle m'a menti, je la punirai devant Bertrand et Christophe. Elle me répond qu'Eric n'est pas joignable du week-end. Mais devant mon insistance pour joindre Eric, elle m'avoue qu'elle ne lui a pas demandé. J'arrive à joindre Eric et lui explique ce que ma femme vient de me dire en précisant bien que je ne suis pas d'accord avec elle. Il me répond qu'il n'est pas question qu'elle mette une culotte et qu'il faut la punir, je lui réponds qu'elle le sera mais que lui aussi la semaine prochaine au bureau pourra aussi la punir. Après avoir raccroché, je transmets ce qu'Eric m'a dit. Elle part se doucher pendant ce temps je lui prépare des vêtements ainsi que sa chemise de nuit. Quand elle sort de la douche je lui donne les habits qu'elle doit mettre et qu'il faudra au moment de se coucher qu'elle mette la chemise de nuit que j'ai préparé et qu'elle vienne dire au revoir avant de se mettre au lit.
Les copains arrivent la soirée se passe bien, tout un coup ma femme part dans la chambre pour se changer, au bout d'un moment ne là voyant pas revenir je vais voir et là je la trouve dans le lit et je lui dis:
- Dis donc, je t'avais dit de mettre ta chemise de nuit et de venir dire bonsoir.
- Mais t'as vu: cette chemise de nuit est transparente.
- Je ne veux pas savoir, il ne fallait pas me mentir.
Je l'oblige à sortir du lit et la ramène dans le salon où elle dit un timide bonsoir. Je l'empêche de repartir tout de suite dans la chambre et lui demande:
- Ce qu'il t'arrive quand tu désobéis?
- Je suis punie
- Tu m'as bien menti tout à l'heure et tu viens bien de me désobéir?
- Oui
- Donc je vais te fesser
- Pas maintenant, pas devant eux
- Si maintenant devant eux.
J'attrape ma femme par *** bras et je m'assieds sur le canapé, couche ma femme en travers de mes genoux et demande à Christophe et Bertrand de se mettre dans les fauteuils comme ça ils auront une superbe vue sur ses fesses. Je remonte sa chemise de nuit et lui assène un trentaine de fessées sur chaque fesse, après la dernière elle se redresse tête basse dit bonsoir et va se coucher. Quelques minutes plus tard je la rejoins dans la chambre tire les draps au pied du lit, m'allonge sur elle après avoir baissé mon pantalon et la pénètre sans difficulté tellement elle mouille. Je la baise très fort, elle crie qu'elle jouit et au même moment je jouis aussi. Je reviens dans le salon et dis à Bertrand et Christophe de venir dans la chambre. Sylvie n'a pas remis le drap sur elle et je leur dis:
- M : Je vois qu'elle vous fait bander alors allez-y baisez là chacun votre tour,
- S : Non, je ne veux pas
- M : Tais toi, ils vont te baiser devant moi
- B et C : avec plaisir, depuis qu'on est arrivés qu'elle nous montre *** sexe et maintenant elle fait sa sainte ni touche et en plus je suis sur qu'elle va aimer ça.
- M : C'est sur elle va aimer, si bien: si elle refuse j'en parle à Eric *** patron.
Christophe et Bertrand se déshabillèrent et ce dernier fut le premier à baiser Sylvie, sentant qu'il allait jouir,il se retira et laissa la place à Christophe. Ils ont alterné comme ça pendant plus de vingt minutes. Ma femme jouissait à chaque fois qu'elle se faisait prendre. Elle disait:
-Oh! Oui c'est bon, baisez moi tous les deux, plus fort, plus vite.
Quand n'en pouvant plus de se retenir ils ont joui tous les deux sur *** visage et ses seins. Quand Sylvie eu reprit un peu ses esprits, je m'approchais de sa figure le sexe à l'air et dur et je lui enfonçais dans sa bouche quelques aller et retour dans celle-ci et je me lâchais et l'obligeait à avaler de mon sperme. Après une douche nous allions tous nous coucher.
Mais le week-end n'est pas fini.

On est samedi, après avoir déjeuné tous ensemble. Vers 11H30 ma femme me dit, qu'elle doit aller faire des courses au supermarché, elle a l'habitude de faire ces courses pendant le midi car il y a moins de monde sur en plein été.
Nous décidons Bertrand, Christophe et moi de l'accompagner. Elle est habillée d'une petite robe d'été très courte sans autre vêtements.
Dans les rayons, j'oblige plusieurs fois ma femme à prendre les articles en bas, qu'elle se doit de prendre en se penchant et sans plier les genoux et vu la longueur de sa robe une fois penchée on peut nettement voir qu'elle n'a pas de culotte et de temps en temps je remonte sa robe sur *** dos en lui faisant écarter ses jambes ce qu'elle fait je crois avec plaisir et on peut nettement voir *** sexe luisant tellement elle mouille. A plusieurs reprises, je remarque une femme qui détaille bien les exhibes de ma femme. En passant au rayon vêtement, je vois une joli robe, je la montre à Sylvie mon épouse qui la trouve à *** goût, aussi direction les cabines d'essayage ou je lui interdis de fermer le rideau qu'est ce qu'elle est belle ma femme nue, j'aperçois encore la femme vu quelques temps plutôt dans d'autres rayons. Nous allons au rayon maroquinerie là je prends une ceinture, dis à ma femme de se pencher, remonte sa robe et donne une vingtaine de coups sur ses fesses. Nous terminons les courses, on passe à la dernière caisse ouverte, je déboutonne 4 boutons du haut et écarte sa robe devant la caissière qui apprécie le spectacle cela m'excite beaucoup d'exhiber ma femme. La voiture un monospace type Sharan est garée tout à l'écart dans un endroit très calme vu qu'il n'y pas beaucoup de monde à cette heure au centre commercial. Après avoir ouvert le coffre de la voiture je dis à ma femme d'enlever sa robe avant de mettre les courses dans la voiture ce qu'elle fait sans discuter. Le dernier paquet dans le coffre, n'y tenant plus je me mets derrière ma femme l'oblige à prendre appuie sur la voiture et après avoir sorti ma queue je la pénètre très facilement tellement elle mouille. Étant très excités tous les deux, il ne nous faut pas longtemps pour que l'on jouissent ensemble. Après avoir repris nos esprits, je dis à ma femme de rester nue pour que Christophe et Bertrand la baise pendant le retour à la mai***. Arrivés à la mai*** nous déchargeons les courses que nous rangeons aussitôt, une fois fini ma femme va prendre une douche avant d'aller à *** rendez vous en ville chez l'esthéticienne.
Ma femme vous raconte *** rendez vous chez l'esthéticienne.
Après ma douche je m'habille d'un corsage et d'une jupe très courte et sans sous vêtement car l'esthéticienne connaît Eric mon patron, je prends une veste légère qui m'arrive juste au niveau de mon sexe et me rends en ville. 17H20, je me gare presque devant la boutique à cette heure c'est calme et en plus c'est les vacances. Je rentre dans la boutique et je vois à l'écran (petite télé) où d'habitude défile les promotions ou des réclames pour certains produits vendus dans le magasin des photos d'une femme prenant des conserves dans le bas du rayon et l'on peut apercevoir qu'elle ne porte pas de culotte. C'est à la photo suivante que je remarque que cette femme c'est moi dans le centre commercial quelques heures plutôt, je sursaute quand Nicole l'esthéticienne revient de la réserve avec des produits pour mettre dans ses rayons et me dit :
M = moi Sylvie – N = Nicole l'esthéticienne – F = la cliente – H = L'homme de la cliente
N : Bonjour, comment ça va ?
M : Bonjour, ça va bien merci.
N : Passes dans l'arrière boutique et déshabilles toi, je pose ce carton et j'arrive.
Dans la salle ou se font les soins, il y a aussi un écran où défile les mêmes photos. Je me déshabille et m'installe sur la table. Nicole arrive et commence à m'épiler toutes les parties de mon corps, elle termine par mon sexe. Elle a tout juste fini que l'on entend le carillon de la porte du magasin, elle pose une serviette chaude et humide sur moi comme à chaque fois puis elle s'excuse et va voir ce que veux la per***ne qui vient d'entrée:
N : Bonjour madame et bonjour monsieur, que puis-je pour vous?
F : Mon mari aimerait que je me fasse épiler intégralement, moi j'ai peur d' être déçue et de le regretter.
N : Rassurez vous ça repousse, mais sachez bien que sur toutes les femmes que j'ai épilées intégralement 1 ou 2 non pas continué et si vous voulez voir le résultat et l'avis d'une cliente sur l'épilation totale venez avec moi dans l'arrière boutique, je viens de terminer l'épilation sur une cliente.
En disant cela, Nicole revient dans l'arrière boutique suivie des clients et me dit:
N : J'ai des clients qui hésitent pour l'épilation intégrale donc je vais leur faire voir le résultat sur toi.
M : Mais ça va pas, je ne connais pas ces gens.
N : Et ce midi au centre commercial combien de per***nes que tu ne connais pas ton vue?
M : Je ne sais pas.
N : Alors ne fais pas de manière et retire cette serviette.
Je n'ai pas le temps de faire quoi que ce soit, Nicole enlève la serviette et m'oblige à écarter les jambes, et dit aux clients:
N : Regardez comme c'est beau et touchez pour sentir comme c'est doux.
H : C'est vraie que c'est doux et très beau.
F : Oui c'est vrai que c'est agréable au toucher, mais ce n'est pas trop douloureux?
M : La première fois est difficile et un peu plus douloureuse mais le plaisir que l'on ressent quand un homme nous regarde ou quand on fait l'amour est extraordinaire. J'ai beaucoup plus de sensations étant épilée qu'avant.
F : Bon, elle m'a convaincu, je vais essayer, vous pouvez me donner un rendez vous?
N : Oui, J'ai une cliente qui c'est décommandée vous pouvez revenir dans une demi heure.
F : D'accord à tout à l'heure.
N : Toi, tu ne bouge pas, j'arrive.
Après avoir raccompagné les clients à la porte Nicole revient dans l'arrière boutique, va au fond de la pièce derrière moi, je ne peux pas voir ce qu'elle fait quand elle revient près de moi je découvre qu'elle s'est mise nue et qu'elle a un gode ceinture au tour de la taille, très étonnée je dis:
M : Mais qu'est ce vous allez faire?
N : Comme tu as le feu au cul, que tu mouilles comme une chienne en chaleur, je vais éteindre le feu qui est en toi. Aller suce moi.
M : Non, pas question.
N : Tu veux que j'en parle à Eric?
M : Non.
N : Alors suce dépêches toi.
Elle m'enfonce le gode dans la bouche et fais plusieurs va et vient, me baise carrément la bouche puis va entre mes jambes et s'enfonce sans douceur dans mon vagin.
M : Aïe, non je ne veux pas.
N : Ne fais pas de manière tout à l'heure sur le parking tu aimais ça salope.
M : Oui, avec des hommes ce n'est pas pareil.
N : Mais si tu vas voir grosse cochonne, je vais te prendre dans toutes les positions et tu vas jouir plusieurs fois car mon sexe ne débande jamais.
M : Non, je n'aime pas les godes.
Ne tenant pas compte de mon avis Nicole continue à me baiser la chatte. Malgré moi je commence à laisser échapper de petits gémissements qui encouragent Nicole à continuer à me prendre:
N : Tu vois que tu aimes te faire prendre même par un gode, tu es en train de prendre du plaisir salope
M : Oh! Oui continue c'est bon baises moi fort
N : Tu sais je vais envoyer les photos que j'ai faites ce matin au centre commercial et la vidéo ou je suis en train de te baiser à Eric et à ton mari.
M : Non ne fais pas ça, je ferai tout ce que tu voudras.
N : J'attendrai jeudi pour les envoyer, Eric m'a dit que tu devais tous raconter, alors tu raconteras ton week-end au début de la semaine car si tu ne dis rien et qu'ils reçoivent les documents tu risques de passer un sale quart d'heure.
M : Non n'envoies pas ces photos.
N : Si et je préciserai que tu n'étais pas d'accord. Et maintenant descends de la table et retourne toi que je te prenne en levrette comme une chienne que tu es.
Je prends donc la position demandée et à peine penchée sur la table, elle me pénètre à nouveau la chatte, c'est à ce moment que l'on entend la porte du magasin, c'est la cliente qui revient pour ce faire épiler. En arrivant dans l'arrière boutique, elle s'excuse et repart mais Nicole lui dit qu'elle peut rester tout en continuant à me limer la chatte et lui précise qu'elle baise uniquement ses clientes comme moi très salopes et celles qui le désire. Sortant de mon sexe, elle présente *** gode à mon anus et sans trop ****** me pénètre le cul ce qui a pour effet de déclencher un orgasme fulgurant. Après avoir repris mes esprits elle me dit de rester là le temps qu'elle s'occupe de la cliente chose qu'elle fait sans se rhabiller, une fois fini, elle m'oblige à m'allonger sur la table et me baise à nouveau jusqu'à ce que nous jouis***s toutes les deux. Nicole se rhabille mais m'interdit d'en faire autant, on repasse dans le magasin ou l'on paye et c'est là que la cliente s'aperçoit que c'est moi sur les photos qui défilent à l'écran et dit à Nicole qu'elle comprend pourquoi elle m'a baisée et que je suis une vraie salope. Nicole me tend ma veste me salue et je quitte le magasin sans mes autres vêtements.
Quand je rentre chez moi mon mari me voyant nue sous ma veste me demande de raconter ma fin d'après midi. Je lui demande d'attendre le lendemain en lui précisant qu'il ne le regrettera pas. Dimanche en fin de matinée n'y tenant plus, il me supplie de lui raconter tous ce que j'ai fais car je n'ai pas oublié que Nicole doit envoyer le film et les photos. Quand j'ai eu fini de raconter j'ai été baisé par trois mâles très excités pendant toute l'après midi. ET le lundi je racontais tous mon week-end à Eric dans les moindres détails.
Dois je vous raconter La semaine qui suivit ce week-end ? A bientôt peut être

Lundi, j'arrive au bureau habillée d'une robe sans autres vêtements, mon patron m'interdisant le port de sous vêtements, je salue ma collègue et entre dans le bureau d'Eric mon patron à qui je dis bonjour et lui demande si il a passé un bon week-end. Il me répond que oui et me demande si le mien c'est bien passé, je lui dis que oui, il me demande de raconter, je lui dis que je raconterais à tous pendant le midi.
A midi, nous partons tous les trois vers le petit restaurant de quartier ou nous avons l'habitude de déjeuner tous les midis. Une fois installés, Eric me demande de raconter mon week-end: chose que je fais dans les moindres détails sachant très bien que Nicole l'esthéticienne doit lui envoyer les photos et les vidéos (voir les épisodes précédents) qu'elle a faite. A la fin de mon récit, Eric dit:
E : Eh! Bien quel week-end, tu l'as bien raconté, je bande comme un âne, je ne pourrais pas attendre d'être revenu au bureau pour me soulager. Et toi Isabelle *** histoire t'as excité?
I : Oh! Oui beaucoup, mais je devrais tenir jusqu'au retour au bureau.
E : Moi je n'arriverai pas à repartir dans cet état. Et toi Sylvie tu es trempé j'en suis sur? Tu vas te rendre aux toilettes, tu enlèves ta robe et tu attends nue tes mains appuyé sur le lavabo, je vais te suivre et te baiser après tout c'est de ta faute si je suis dans cet état.
Sachant que je n'ai pas intérêt à discuter quand Eric me donne un ordre, je me lève, vais aux toilettes, enlève ma robe et prends la position demandé. A peine les mains posées sur le lavabo, Eric rentre ouvre *** pantalon sort *** sexe bien dur et me pénètre très *********** ce qui a pour effet de me faire crier:
M : Ah! Ah! Ah!
E : Putain qu'est ce que tu es trempée, ça rentre tout seul. T'en avais envie de te faire sauter salope?
M : Oh! Oui c'est bon! baise moi fort, fais jouir ta salope, oh! Oui encore continue.
E : Salope, ça t'excite de te faire baiser dans les toilettes d'un restaurant, tu la sens bien ma bite dans ta chatte.
M : Oui, c'est bon baises moi plus fort je jouis.
E : Oui, vas y jouis salope moi aussi je jouis.
Eric regagne notre table, je fais de même après avoir remis ma robe. Nous finis***s de déjeuner et regagnons le bureau, sur le chemin je sens le sperme coller le long de mes jambes. Arrivés au bureau, je m'aperçois qu'il y a une tache sur ma robe au niveau de mes fesses. Je n'ai pas de change et je dois recevoir un client. Alors que mon client arrive, je vois Isabelle se diriger vers le bureau d'Eric sachant qu'elle va se faire baiser le temps que je suis avec le client, heureusement le bureau d'Eric n'est pas à coté du mien, mais cela n'empêche pas que quelques minutes plus tard on entend Isabelle pousser des gémissements qui ne laisse aucun doute sur ce qui se passe dans le bureau. Au soir rentré chez moi, je raconte tout à mon mari qui une fois au lit, il me fait divinement l'amour.
Mardi midi comme à notre habitude nous nous rendons au restaurant. A peine installés le patron dit à Eric qu'il voudrait bien lui montrer quelques chose, les deux hommes vont derrière le comptoir est discute:
P : Suite à plusieurs vol de matériel dans nos toilettes, nous avons été obligé de mettre une caméra qui filme quand quelqu'un entre ou sort de la partie lavabo et hier j'ai pu voir cela. Je ne peux pas rester insensible à ça regardez: rien qu'à revoir les images je bande et je voulais savoir si je pouvais la sauter moi aussi, je sais que c'est votre employée.
E : Je ne vois aucun inconvénient pour que vous la baisiez.
P : Mais elle: va-t-elle vouloir?
E : Vous ne lui demandez pas *** avis, vous lui faites voir la vidéo, une fois qu'elle regarde vous relevez sa robe et vous la baisez, si elle dit quoi que ce soit vous mettez la vidéo sur internet.
P : Ok, merci bien.
Eric revient à notre table avec un beau sourire. Après notre plat principal, le patron de restaurant s'approche et me demande de le suivre. Arrivés derrière le comptoir, il me montre la vidéo sur un petit écran accroché dans le coin. Pour mieux voir, je me penche un peu et je sens tout de suite que le patron relève ma robe je proteste:
M : Mais ça va pas, je ne suis pas une salope.
P : Tu veux que je mette le *** dans toute la salle?
M : Non.
P : Alors laisses moi te baiser, si bien, il est très rare que des clients viennent au comptoir à cette heure et la vidéo que tu vois je vais le mettre sur internet ainsi que celle-ci ou je te baise.
A peine sa phrase finie que je sens *** sexe bien raide me pénétrer d'abord doucement puis de plus en plus vite. Je tourne légèrement ma tête vers notre table et je vois qu'Isabelle et Eric me regarde avec sur leur visage une expression qui me dit qu'ils savent que le patron me saute. Quelques instants plus tard je sens le sperme se répandre dans ma chatte ce qui a pour effet de me faire jouir. Après avoir repris nos esprits, le patron me raccompagne à la table.
Le soir, je raconte tout à mon mari dans les moindres détails, étant très excités tous mes deux, nous sommes incapables d'attendre d'être au lit pour baiser, mon mari me met à poil et me pénètre alors que nous sommes sur notre terrasse tant pis pour nos voisins.
Quelques jours plus tard, on reçoit un E-mail nous demandant d'aller voir sur un site ou nous découvrons les 2 vidéos du restaurant.

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All Right I'll Do It


Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?"

It was spring of 1970 and I had just turned eighteen a week earlier. My last year at Reidel High, located in a small northwestern town Nowhere USA with a Population of 2,700 and far away from the anywhere else Reidel had a national forest and farmland surrounding it. The high school had one hundred attendants with a graduating class of nine girls and sixteen boys. Most of the seniors had turned eighteen in the spring, which meant most of us had been conceived in late summer.

Unlike the other young men in my class I was small. Where the other boys ranged from skinny tall to immensely large I was barely 5'6" and weighed 125 pounds. So, as you can guess, I was often bullied during my school years. My Dad was the local pastor and an emasculated husband. My ****** was a unhappy since she had thought she deserved more.

This fateful day, when I uttered those words, my parents were away with my fourteen-year-old sister. They were three hundred miles away. It was spring break and they had gone to a parish run by an old friend of Dad's. They left me alone since they knew I wouldn't do anything wrong and could take care of myself. But also because his friend had only one *****, also a fourteen-year-old girl and the house three bedrooms like our home. So there really wasn't any room for me and I was more then happy to spend the week at home alone.

Our modest ranch house was on the out skirt of town where the small church was located as well. Dad had built the house away from the church along a winding dirt road. The national forest abutted the rear of the house. Trees surrounded the land between the house and the church. If you didn't know a house was back there you may not ever find it. The only visible entrance to the winding dirt road was at the very back of the parishioner parking lot. An opening in the fenced area was the entrance to the small dirt road surrounded by brambles and rutted from rainfall. Dad wasn't much of an outdoorsman. The landscape company kept the church grounds cleared t but it all ended at that opening in the fence.

It was Friday afternoon, still very chilly, but because we lived near the next time zone to the west and being mid-spring daylight would filter through the sky until early evening. And with spring had come the new green leaves on the brambles. If you saw Dad's car you'd have seen the scratches on his old rundown Pacer from the branches along the road. It seemed his car was the only way he pruned the brambles. Mom often mumbled about the junk house, the junk car and her miserable life.

Even though we were almost living in the middle of nowhere we did have a television, a hi-fi, a Bell and Howell projection and of course a phone. We only got two channels on our TV and even those were flickering distorted images no matter how you adjusted the rabbit ears (antenna). Dad's idea of entertainment was reading passages from the bible. Mom's idea was reading romance novels and muttering under her breath. But despite Dad's strict demands he had allowed me one small vice. This was the time of hippies. The Beatles. Long hair. And being rebellious I had grown my blond hair to shoulder length.

The late afternoon sun glistened over the pink walls of my sister's room. Curiosity had led me into her room and she being the same size as me I had found her cheerleading outfit and decided to put it on. Seemed mysterious erotic and I hadn't even considered it abnormal except for the hesitation in my breath as I took off my clothes and slid her outfit on. I can't explain why but I was standing in front of her full length mirror looking at myself in her uniform with my briefs underneath rubbing an erection when the flash went off and I turned to see Robert and John standing in the doorway laughing. Mortified I turned and was about to say, "Get out of here," but the words didn't come out.

Instead I heard, "Tim you make a great looking girl."

Less then an hour later they had gotten me to swap my briefs for a pair of Mary's panties. They also had me apply pink stick-on nails they had found in her vanity drawer. Paint my lips with matching lipstick. And then John had sprayed Mary's perfume all over me. He had applied to much and there was a sickly sweet girly girl smell like a ****** field surrounding me. John had also found a hair band with a big pink bow attached to it and had me pull my hair back into a ponytail.

Now I was in the living room with them. Standing there both ashamed and worried.

"Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?"

This was my reply to their demand I be their little girl slut for the afternoon. If I did what they said they'd give me the Polaroids. But if I didn't they'd pass them around at school and of course my Mom and Dad would find out. My sister would also. All the girls....everyone. The shame would never end.

Robert and John promised but said they would be taking more pictures that afternoon just so I would keep my end of the bargain. So here I am in Mary's crimson and gold cheerleading outfit having to do anything they wanted me to for the next two hours.

"Twirl around Tim," John chided.

And twirl I did. The short skirt fanned out showing a hint of the pair of white satin panties John had picked out for me since they were a little wide then the crotch of the cheerleading skirt.

Flash another Polaroid.

"Hey Tim, do you have some beer?" John asked with his eyes burning through my clothes.

"Yeah, bring us a couple of beers," Robert chimed in.

Begrudgingly I went off to the kitchen to get them a couple of beers. I had bought two twelve packs of Bud for myself earlier in the day. A week supply and now here I was walking to the kitchen to get them for someone else.

When I returned I had my pink painted fingernails wrapped around the bottles.

'Flash.' Another damning photograph.

Three polaroid shots of me now sat on the coffee table like poker chips anted. John was over by the hi-fi putting on an album. A moment later the small speakers began to play "Sugar Sugar" and John coaxed me to dance sexy for them. John was the oldest senior. He had been left back in grammar school. He was six foot plus and was a defensive end on the football team. Robert was about 5'10". The both weighed at least two hundred pounds each. John had grown a beard since the end of the season and his jet-black hair and beard made him look formidable. Robert had moderate length brunette hair. I looked at them sitting with their legs spread apart ******** their beers.

John said, "Dance sexy for us Sugar."

He sat there smiling as he rubbed his crotch through the dirty blue jeans he was wearing. He also had on a football jersey with his number 88 and a pair of black motorcycle boots.

He pointed to the pictures, "be a good girl and these pictures will disappear."

So I danced for them. But John wanted me to dance like a girl. I didn't know how but I tried anyhow.

"Show us your wiener Tim," Robert said after the second round of beers. "Come on, you want the pictures back don't you?"

Robert was sitting at the other end of the couch. He was wearing his camouflage hunting pants and a brown turtleneck sweater. He also had his hunting boots on.

Hoping this would end as soon as they were reminded I was a boy I decided to go ahead and show them my dick. I pulled the crotch of the cheerleading skirt to the side with the panties beneath.

"Hahahaha," John laughed as he looked.

Now I knew my penis wasn't big by guy standards but with the fear and shame it had shriveled up to about an inch. I couldn't see it but from their laughter I was sure it must have been very small.

"Well, with a wiener like that we can't call you Tim but what should we call you," Robert asked rhetorically?

"It's tiny like a fat clit," John chimed in, "so I think we should call her Tina."

FLASH....another picture...this one of me standing there holding my skirt up and panties to the knees. Each picture was more damning then the next. I had to get them back.

"Okay Tina, just suck the two of us off and then you can have the Polaroids," John said.

And that's when I said,

"Alright I'll do it but you promise you will never tell or bring this up again?"

John handed the camera to Robert and had me come over and kneel in front of him. Degrading me more he had me suck his balls and rub my lips up his shaft through his pants before he unzipped his fly and pulled his cock out. My eyes were just inches away as it hung semi-hard a good six plus inches.

"I won't shoot in your mouth Tina. Just suck me until I'm ready to cum and I'll shoot on your face. Then take care of Robert and we'll be off."

Suck a cock....I mean disgusting. The thought nearly made me vomit but the pictures stared at me. Poker chips. The ante was the pictures for a degrading act. Soon I was on my knees sucking John's cock. It didn't taste bad but it still made me want to *****.

It wasn't long before John pulled out of my mouth and started to jerk his cock with his hand.

"Smile Tina," John said.

'FLASH'

Then his sperm shot out of his cock head and right into my face and his warm sperm splattering on my nose and cheek. His cum was all thick gobs and a few tablespoons worth. A lot more cum then the dribble I'd produce when I'd beat off.

"FLASH"

"Ok, little cum slut, over here now," Robert said.

I couldn't see but turned to his voice. John grabbed my ponytail and handed it to Robert who pulled on it like a mane directing an ******.

"Open Wide," Robert said as he pushed his cock into my face and then down in my throat.

I felt my skirt lifted and then John's big hands were rubbing my ass through the cheerleading outfits satin panty part as Robert's cock slithered down into my throat. I gagged and tried to pull back but Robert pulled my hair and then John whacked my ass a couple of spanks. Tears were welling up in my eyes. A side effect from having Robert's cock buried deep past my tonsils.

"There, you see Robert," John said, "she's a real girl. All she needed was a spanking and hair pulling for her to learn to deep throat. And look she cries just like a little girl."

Unlike John, Robert decided his cum was going somewhere else. He spurted when his balls were against my chin and his cock somewhere past my Adam's apple. I could feel his liquid pre-cum like a fire hose washing my throat and then his warm sticky cum dribbled down my throat.

"FLASH"

They were done. It was over. I dripped of John's cum and my throat was sore from Robert but they were leaving now.

As John and Robert opened the front door to leave I put my hand out for the Polaroids.

John pulled one from his pocket handing it to me and said, "We'll be back tomorrow afternoon and we expect you'll make sure you even look prettier or else."

FLASH

The door closed and I stood there in shock. John's cum was drying and pulling my skin as if he was pinching my cheek. I rushed to the bathroom. I had barely gotten the shower running when I had to kneel in front of the toilet and vomit. My mind swirled as both the *********** and probably Robert's sperm was mixed in the vomit. I started to cry. Then I went into the hot shower washing my body over and over again with liquid soap. But even the soaps scent smelled more girl then boy. Girl/Boy. They had promised but now the promise was blackmail. What would I do?

A couple of beers later I fell asleep. At 9am the phone rang and I answered it.

"Tina," John said, "we'll be there for lunch. Make sure you find the sexiest outfit you can and make sure your skin is smooth everywhere. And of course Robert and I expect you to be all perfumed like yesterday when you answer the door. You'll get the pictures for proper behavior. And we hope you understand this is much better then all 2700 people in Reidel knowing. See you tomorrow at noon."

And then he just hung up.

My breathing was short and nervous. I weighed my options and thought I could probably do this. I had already sucked their cocks. It wouldn't be so bad. Well it was good either but what choice did I have?

I woke up and looked at my clock. It was nearly 10am. They'd be here in two hours. I had to have lunch ready and be dressed. Oh, and I had to shave. I went right to the shower. There was Mary's razor a pink Lady Gillette and her foam. Also there was a bottle of Nair. Mary said she used that on her legs. I read the instructions and rubbed in on my legs. My pink fingernails were still attached and it was strange when I looked at them applying the Nair. I had my left leg perched on the bathtub rubbing this cream with my pink nailed fingers. My hands looked so feminine. I shaved my pits and tried to shave my pubes but I was afraid of the razor down there so I stopped a good inch above. It looked weird. I was a natural blond so my pubes were light too and the little patch looked girly now.

Naked I went into my sister's room and looked at what I should wear. She did have a matching white sexy bra and panties. I put those on. Looking in her closet I wasn't sure what to wear. I picked out a floral multicolored dress with over the shoulder straps. On the clothes hanger was a bangle bracelet that matched the dress so I put it on. Although I fit her dress I am two inches taller then Mary so the dress ended half way up my thighs.

I found a pair of red matching heels and after rummaging through her drawers I found a pair of white thigh high stockings. Pink lipstick and a couple of sprays from her perfume bottle and I rushed to the kitchen, nearly falling several times in the heels, to make lunch. It was already 11:30am. With very little time left I decided to make tuna salad sandwiches and a bowl of chips.

But there was more then fear propelling me. There was another feeling. I tried to ignore it but the adrenaline rush was dizzying.

The doorbell rang. They were early.

I walked awkwardly to the front door and stood a moment visualizing Robert and John standing on the other side of the faded white wooden door. Gasping for air I stood there in a moment of hesitation and felt a scare rising inside me. What if it was someone else? Suppose it was the mailman or a parishioner?

I opened the door. The springs chilly morning air rush over me. Not remembering for a moment how I looked I smiled, as I would have if dressed as Tim.

FLASH!

Robert, John, Chip and Dave were standing outside.

"Tina, you know Chip and Dave," Robert said.

Of course I knew them. Chip had graduated last year. Dave was a year or two older and had not graduated. They both were working in town. Neither of them had been smart enough to go to college. Chip worked at the Exxon station and Dave owned the local tattoo parlor.

My face was in shock.

"Make the most of it Tina," John said as he walked in and slapped my ass.

The rest followed in and Robert closed the door. Chip was carrying two brown paper bags

Robert said, "We're famished. What did you make for lunch Tina?"

I started toward the kitchen and could feel them looking at me as my dress swayed and I teetered on my red heels. There on the wooden table were three tuna sandwiches on paper plates, three bags of chips and three glasses.

"Tina, you should always be prepared. That's a demerit for not having sandwiches for our guests. Be a good girl and set another place," John said.

A few minutes later there were four settings as I pondered what this 'demerit' thing was about.

Chip had put the brown bags down and had just pulled a handle of Jack out of one of them. Chip had brown hair and was about the same height as Robert.

Chip motioned for me to come over to him. When I got there he instructed me to put my arms out in front of me and for my wrists to be touching each other. Then he reached into the other bag and pulled out some plastic tape wrapping my wrists together.

"Today is training day for Tina," Chip said.

Now I was frightened but there wasn't much I could do standing there in wobbly heels with my wrists bound.

"Are you still a virgin," Chip asked?

"No," I replied.

"I don't mean Tim. I mean Tina. Have you ever been fucked in your pussy," he continued.

Chips green eyes penetrated mine and his face had pockmarks from what must have been acne when he was a teenager. I hadn't really noticed that before but then again I was gaining a new perspective on life as I stood there.

"Yes," I replied meekly.

He held my taped wrists and pulled me closer. Then he took his fingers and brought them to my lips.

"Suck them slut," he commanded.

His fingernails were short but still had managed to get dirt and grime under them. I looked at John and Robert with pleading eyes. I was now way in over my head.

"Don't worry your little blond curls over this Tina," John said. "We aren't going to tell any of the goodie two shoes in town. Just a few of the bad boys who will need your services while your parents are away. (John must have read the note on the refrigerator door. You'll be fine as long as you do what is expected of you."

Chips fingers rubbed my lips.

"Suck them slut,' he repeated

My pink lips parted and his grimy fingers slid in onto my tongue as he wiped his encrusted fingertips on my tongue feeling my mouth as if I was just some object.

"Good girl," Chip said while Robert poured the guys some Jack.

Dave just watched with a smirk on his face.

"You are a pussy aren't you," Chip asked?

He pulled his fingers out of my mouth and rubbed them on my thigh highs just above the hemline of my dress. His fingers rose a bit higher past the stockings and touched my naked skin above.

"She has smooth legs John," Chip said and as he moved his hand back to play with my butt I felt his fingers slide under the elastic of my panties. His fingers continued higher till he touched my privates.

"John, you are so right, I don't feel any cock just pussy she's so small," Chip chuckled.

"Tina the man asked you a question. When a man talks to you answer him," Robert toned in.

"Yes," I quivered.

"Yes, I am a silly slut girl Mister," Chip instructed me to say.

Whatever exhilaration I had felt before John and Robert had arrived was fading into *********** and degradation. Chip had let go of my wrists but had told me to just stand there as he ate his sandwich and chips. I could see some of the crumbs accumulate in his beard

Dave still hadn't said much but he was the largest of the four with bulging muscles and tattoos on both his arms. He was wearing black leather pants and a Grateful Dead t-shirt. His silence was scary especially since he was bald with one of those terrible goatees. He looked just like one of those very bad guys you see in the movies. Even his dark eyes radiated manliness.

Chip took another bite of his tuna sandwich and a small piece of tuna fell out of the edge and landed on his crotch.

"Tina, bend down and lick that clean," Chip said.

And that was when I said, "NO."

"Did the girl say 'NO'," Dave asked?

"It's not fair. Robert and John had made a deal with me and now it's gone to far," I replied.

Dave got up. Even with the two inches of height I got from the heels Dave towered over me. He was not only a big man but his presence was that of the enforcer in a gang. He didn't say a word as he approached me. Instead his dark brown eyes revealed only solid strength and determination.

I saw his hand in motion before I felt his fingers slamming against my left cheek. The slap was more intense then any punch I had ever received. But then again I hadn't had a fight since third grade. Instead I had managed to slink away when trouble brewed except for the few times I got beat up and the memory of those times made degradation seem more tolerable.

But there was no way out from here except more pain from Dave. The immense stinging against my face was a not so subtle reminder I was a wimp versus pain. Only my ****** had ever slapped my face and I had cried after that. So my reaction here was similar. I started to cry but unlike my ******s slap I couldn't raise my hand to my cheek so instead I cried with my hands bound in front of me as I stood there in heels and my sisters dress.

But Dave wasn't finished. He immediately slapped my other cheek and then he told Chip to pull my wrists down and bend me over. All of this was occurring in a blur of pain, anguish and tears for me.

I felt me dress lifted in the back and then Dave took his massive hands and started to spank me. This wasn't a spanking like Mom would do. It was a ****** walloping. I was bawling during the five minutes Dave slapped my ass. Even though he hadn't pulled my panties down the thin satin had done nothing to cushion Dave's hand from punishing me.

Then it was over but it was also a new beginning. My butt cheeks burned hot as asphalt in mid-summer.

"Now little pussy you will do as you are told. No complaints anymore. You will behave or my hand will become a fist and instead of slaps they will be blows. Do you understand girl?" Dave commanded.

In a whimpering cry I answered "Yes," as my eyes saw the tuna fish glob on Chips oil stained coveralls through my watery tears.

But before the tuna was attended to Dave grabbed me by my blond locks and pulled my head back so I was looking up into his eyes.

He said, "From now on you will start your sentence with "Pussy girl,". So the way to answer my question is, "Pussy girl says yes Mister Dave."

Dave glared into my eyes and instructed me that 'Mister' was to always be used and if I made a mistake as a girl I'd be spanked. If I made a mistake acting like a boy I'd be beaten. My answers should be as girlie as possible and in the third person.

Everything inside me submitted at that moment. As Dave finished his instructions he slapped me a couple more time on my ass through my dress.

Dave let go of my hair and looked at me waiting for my reply.

"Pussy girl says yes Mister Dave," I said in a halting and slightly higher pitched voice caused by my crying.

"I like that voice, use it from now on pussy," Dave said and then he went back to his chair and sat down.

Chip looked at me then and said, "Tina, wouldn't you like to lick the tuna off my pants now?"

I began to kneel down when Dave told me to answer him.

"Pussy girl says yes Mister Chip," I uttered. I was sinking into depravity.

But that wasn't good enough. After more instructions from Dave and several replies unacceptable I finally uttered this,

"Pussy girl would love to lick clean the tuna off Mister Chip pants," my quivering voice sputtered and my brain took a blond right turn into mush.

A moment later my knees were on the tile floor and I was licking tuna fish off of Chips stinky crotch. My ass was still stinging from Dave's spanking. Inside I was repulsed but some other part of me had taken over. Objection was only a thought now. Somehow I'd get past this. The taste of his overalls mixed with the tuna fish was very repulsive. Like a movie I thought of my sentence for the week as a hurdle I would have to surmount.

The guys got up and took the ***** and the other brown bag to the living room. When John had started picking up his paper plate Dave had said, "that's girl work," and he came over and undid the bondage tape telling me to clean up and then join them.

I was just finishing wiping the table after lunch when Dave called, "Tina, get your ass in here."

The quiet Dave was not quiet anymore.

I walked into the living room. The TV was in the corner on a TV stand. On the wall was the Hi-Fi. It sat on one of the bookshelves. The shelves ran from the right of the fireplace to the wall where the TV sat in the corner and were mostly filled with books on religion and romance novels. The carpet was a weird blue. Mom's sense of decoration was Miami North. The wooden shelves and wall were painted white and so was the brick fireplace now which flickered from the fire one of the guys had lit. The living room was toasty warm.

The guys were seated. Two of them sat on the couch and the other two sat in the two chairs off to left of the sofa. Mom's weird gold colored chandelier with perforations in the metal cast its eerie shadow down on the black lacquered coffee table lighting and shadowing the brown bag was now turned on its side, the contents spilled out. The two-thirds full bottle of Jack sat like an exclamation mark at one end of the strewn contents. There was several porn magazines scattered about, most likely from the brown bag. Also the bondage tape, a couple of 8mm canisters, a big black butt plug (I had only seen one of these once when I had walked into Dave's tattoo parlor. There was an Adult Only area in the back of his store where I couldn't go since a few months ago I hadn't turned eighteen yet. But a glass case on the wall outside the curtain separating the tattoo parlor had held a similar device and when I had asked what it was from another customer and he had told me. On the coffee table there was also a tube of something.

Robert had me come over to him. He took the tube and attached a thin nozzle to the end. Turning me around he had me bend over. Moments later the nozzle was in my ass and he was squirting the contents of the tube up my ass.

"Hand me the plug," Robert asked John?

"A girl needs to keep her pussy lubed and this will help your hole enjoy 'Ebony Jim," he said. "Well for you Tina his name is Mister Ebony Jim."

At first it hurt but Robert instructed me to push my hole on it rather then fight it and before long 'Mister Ebony Jim' had entered me and his presence was overwhelming. I felt like an overstuffed turkey.

For the next few hours I entertained the men. They had me serve them beer. I only got one more spanking, by John, for not saying Mister John. Robert was my first blowjob of the day. Like yesterday he buried his cock in my throat and shot his load down my throat. The first shot was thin pre cum but when his sperm came it was thick and ran down my throat like a rancid cream, gagging me. He also squeezed my nose so I had to swallow every drip and drop.

John also did what he did yesterday and his cum was a full-face load. But today even his pre-cum was thick. John had me keep my eyes open and I saw the first shot spurt from his penis hole. My right eye closed just in time before it landed sticking to my eyelash. The next glob landed on my nose and the rest spattered around my face. Finally, as told, I licked his pee hole clean.

Chip decided his sperm spread should be my new hair conditioner. With my face full of John's cum chip had me just suck the head of his bulbous cock. Before long he stood up and jerked his cock shooting his spermy load into my hair and forehead.

The hours went by and I nearly vomited twice. My ass was spanked red. But it wasn't over yet. Everyone was having fun but me. I was now a cum covered slut

Dave motioned for me to come over to him. He had not used me but instead had watched amused. Standing in front of him he put his right hand on my leg just below my dress and started rubbing my leg by moving his fingers slowly up under my dress. His fingers warm against my thigh near my crotch my sphincter clutched against the butt plug as he smiled.

"So, it's time for you to lose your virginity Tina," he said.

With that his other hand came up to my ass. He moved me around and then pulled my panties down. His hand rubbed my crotch. I was mortified.

I noticed, before I was turned around, his massive cock was pushing hard against his jockey shorts and I shuddered knowing what was next. Dave pulled the plug slowly from my asshole and guided me down towards his erection I couldn't see but knew was there. My asshole felt so open when the plug came out but his cock soon replaced it and he lowered me onto his cock.

The plug was brought up to my parted lips and the acrid taste of my asshole coated my tongue as Dave coaxed the plug between my lips and into my mouth.

"Fuck my cock girl," Dave said in his deep baritone voice as he rotated the plug in my mouth. "And don't let "Ebony Jim' fall our of your mouth and lick him well."

I was bouncing up and down on Dave's cock. It went much deeper inside me then the plug. The feeling was horrifying but as he rubbed my thighs moving my legs apart. I felt my own little penis grow.

"Hey guys she's getting a little girlie erection," Dave said.

My face flushed with embarrassment as his cock slithered in and out of my hole reaching so far up I thought he'd soon push it past my belly button.

Not long after I felt his warm sperm shoot up into me. From the way his thrusts felt I knew he had shot at least four bursts.

"Pussy, did you wash your cunt out this morning? Because I feel some **** on the tip of my dick," Dave said as his thrusts subsided.

Shamefully I replied, "Pussy girl didn't wash her pussy."

"Girl you must learn to keep your pussy clean. Especially since you have to lick my dick clean when I pull out. But, I'll do you a favor. I'll give you a piss enema. You'd like that wouldn't you?" Dave said sarcastically.

I was about to say 'no,' to beg 'no,' to plead 'no.' But it was too late to do anything but say,

"Pussy girl would love Mister Dave to clean her dirty pussy."

Then his warm piss started to flood my inside. It was a strong flow. So strong it was like someone had put a hose up my ass and turned on a spigot. The only difference was this was not water but yellow piss and it was coming directly from Dave's dick.

When he was done he told me an enema takes at least ten minutes to work so I should pull up my panties and go get him a beer. I had to lick his cock clean first. As disgusting as it was his pee inside me sloshing around and my mind focused on that and licking my own **** off his dick head.

Dave said he'd tell me when I could relieve the pressure of his piss inside me. Dave also said he'd bring an enema bag with him tomorrow.
So there I was walking to the kitchen my face covered in drying cum from John. Roberts cum had already soaked its way down into my tummy. Chip's sperm was all sticky in my hair and caking.

About fifteen minutes later the guys got up to go leaving a mess.

"Clean up the house before you go to the bathroom Tina," Dave said. "And use your new black friend tonight. I want you to ***** with him inside you."

The door closed and the four of them were gone. I stood there overwhelmed with the dried and drying cum on my face and in my hair. Dave's pee and cum was still deep inside me and my throat ached from Robert's cock.

But Dave had me really scared so I decided to clean up the house as he said despite my urge to relieve myself in case they came back. Since the kitchen was already cleaned up there wasn't much to do. I just had to clear the empty cans of beer and the drained cups of Jack.

When I got to the coffee table I looked down and was surprised to see three Polaroids of me sitting there. They had only taken one picture today so that meant they had four left. All three were from yesterday. The one they took today I knew showed my cum covered face while I sat on Dave's cock.

As I bent over to pick up the three pix I felt some of Dave's pee start to dribble from my asshole. I needed to clean up fast. I figured out if I did a deep knee bend and picked up the bottles and cups maybe I could hold everything in.

One trip to the kitchen and dumping everything in the trash and then back for the photographs, I can do this, I thought. But I was wrong. I managed to get everything in the trash but then my bowels began to grumble. Walking to the bathroom using tiny little steps as my hole tried to suck like a vacuum cleaner I managed to grab the pix but I had forgotten the ashtray on the small table between the sofa and one of the chairs. No time to do that now. I continued to the bathroom.

It was as if the bathroom had a magnetic influence over my bowels. The closer I got the more I was about to lose control. I slithered in, turned around, lifted my dress to lower my panties and then sit on the toilet but two things happened at the same time.

First, before I could get my panties down Dave's deposits started to just leak out and as I sat down I realized the toilet seat was up. Fortunately, most of waste leaked into my panties and dribbled into the toilet and since I sat down quickly less with my panties still on very little splattered over the toilet seat , rim etc.

Also, the first thing to come out was pee and as I sat I ended up inside the porcelain with my ass touching the water, barely. I was holding the photos and felt the slow but constant dribble of Dave's pee. I thought it would shoot out like a cannon but it didn't. Instead is leaked like a drippy faucet.

I knew I had a mess to clean up later but I just wanted to relieve myself. Sighing, I looked at the pix like it was bathroom-reading material. I held the three of them between my pink fingernails

The one I was given back yesterday I had destroyed. It was the first picture taken at that embarrassing moment of being caught in my sister's cheerleader's outfit. I held three photos from yesterday they had left.

1. The photo when I twirled for them

2. The photo of me sucking Robert

3. The photo of me after John had cum on my face.

So that left four of them I didn't have. As I thought of what they were I felt my bowels finally push my poop into the panties. At this point it didn't matter much and it was warm against my ass and also it was my poop. It almost felt cleansing.

The four I didn't have were

1. Holding the bottles of beer

2. Showing my wiener

3. The photo of me at the front door from yesterday when they had left

4. The picture of me sitting on Dave's cock with my hair and face covered in sperm.

Dave was hidden behind my head but it was obvious I was fucking some guy. My dress was pulled up. My panties down and my tiny wiener showed.

I put the pix down on the shelf next to the toilet. There was a more immediate problem. I was going to have to clean this mess up and also clean my sister's clothes.

Well, without disgusting you I spent the next hour cleaning up. The worst part was seeing the piss in the toilet and knowing it was Dave's. Finally it was time for me to bathe. I figured girls like taking baths. Maybe a bubble bath would clean me better then a shower. As the tub filled and the bubbles percolated the perfume from them filled the bathroom. The washing machine was churning in the utility room next to the bathroom. I slowly lowered my body into the hot water until I was submerged up to my head and then I went under the bubbles and lay there for as long as I could hold my breath. As I came back up for air I felt better. I lathered my hair with shampoo and submerged again. Rising again I leaned back and just tried to relax. I took the bar of soap and having forgotten a washcloth I rubbed the soap in my hands and proceeded to wash my legs. They were so smooth. Girly smooth. My mind wandered from the wonderful relaxed bubble bath to the events of the day.

The corner of my eye could see the pix and I started to think of the four I didn't have. If they were viewed together it would be more then damning. Holding the bottles of beer with my pink fingernails wrapped around them in the cheerleader outfit was as if I was enjoying serving. Showing my penis and Jack had gotten me to smile when I did that. What would people say? What would they think?

Then the photo of me in the door way with my lipstick smeared and cum encrusted face. And finally the last one of fucking some guy (Dave). The photo showed my hands on his legs with my body rose a bit. Dave's arms were to the back and side. Of course it was I having sex on his cock. The dress proved I had changed and with my face covered in cum it was damning.

Seen together I was a translut. Not only would this destroy me in Reidel it would follow me for the rest of my life and ruin my family too.

I laid back in the tub and fell asleep.

When I woke up it was dark. I got out of the tub, turned the light on and dried myself off. On the back of the bathroom door was a cheap full-length mirror. I stood naked looking at myself. Even at nineteen I looked boyish. Actually as I stood there, I wrapped the towel around as my sister did and looked again. The towel was on the horizontal with my skin showing just above mid-chest and my legs showing from about six-inches above my knees. My blond hair hung down semi-dry and as I turned and looked I saw a girl in the mirror. I did a couple of poses I had seen in magazines. Very girlie. The more I looked the less of Tim and the more of Tina I saw.

This had all happened because I had tried on Mary's Cheerleader outfit. Why had I done that? Who am I?

Drinnnnng! Drinnnnning! Drinnnnning!

The phone rang out calling me to walk out of the bathroom and find my way in the dark. The only illumination came from the full moon shining through the kitchen windows and the window in the living room on the other side of the fireplace.

I picked up the receiver with the towel and the scent of bubble bath wrapped around me.

"Hi Mom. I'm fine. Yes I ate. I had tuna salad sandwich. Yeah, I know I don't really like it but it was easy to make. Oh, that's nice. Everything is fine here. Yeah, I can manage for five more days. Sure, I'll turn the heat up the Church Saturday at noon. What time? Ok, I'll see you Saturday around 3pm. Love you too."

I hung up the phone. My voice was quivering. I wondered if she could tell. But she had already been ******** and didn't have much of a sixth sense.

After I had turned on the lights and changed into my PJ's I remembered the washing machine. Opening the machine I saw the dress with the panty and bra wrapped around the agitator. I had certainly been agitated on Dave's cock. Reaching in I pulled the damp clothes out. The dress was ruined.

Hanging the bra and panty up to dry on the back of a chair I went to my room and fell asleep till the next morning.

Tuesday Morning:

Woke up late again. It was nearly 10am. My butt was still sore from Dave's spanking and I spent the first ten minutes sitting on the toilet. Although nothing came out I couldn't help but think about what had been in there just hours ago.

The three photos were still there in the bathroom. You can't really tear Polaroid photos up so I held them, looked at them. I don't know why but I forgot to take them out and cut them up.

Another shower though I did think of taking a bubble bath.

The day progressed into the afternoon and I figured I may be free of all this. By six pm I was starting to put this all behind me. Back in the bathroom I decided to take another soothing bubble bath. It was so nice, warm, and pleasant. I was even enjoying the smell of the perfumed bubbles and I closed my eyes and thought back on the past two days I could see the guys looking at me. Their eyes seemed excited by how I looked but in my bubble bath dream I didn't see myself. Instead I caught a reflection of a blond haired girl standing in my sister's dress.

Voices came from the living room.

"Tina!" I heard.

My stomach fluttered and I got out of the tub quickly and dried off. I wrapped the towel around me and put another towel over my long hair to keep it from dripping. I had never thought much about how I wrapped my hair. Mary had showed me how and when I was at home there had never been any feminine thoughts attached to it. I slipped into a pair of slippers and walked out into the living room.

"Doesn't our little princess slut look 'oh' so pretty," John said.

It was then I felt the shame at the way I must look. Even worst in my rush I had slipped into Mary's pink slippers.

Flash

Robert had taken another picture.

"So Trent can you fix her up," Dave said.

That's when I saw another man come into the living room. He was short and carrying a hanging bag and a small suitcase.

"Yes Dave I can make her real pretty," Trent said.

Trent was older too. He was about my height but was stocky.

Dave walked over to me with his penetrating eyes and tattooed muscular frame. Grabbing my wrist he pulled me into the center of the room and twirled me around like a dance partner. I was still in shock but a moment later he had pulled my towel off and I stood naked with the towel around my hair and the pink slippers.

John went into the kitchen and returned with a chair.

"Sit down Tina," John instructed.

"My she does have a tiny cock, " Trent said as he approached.

"More a cockette," Dave laughed.

Without the will to object I sat there and for the next hour Trent set my hair in curlers and proceeded to apply mascara, eyeliner, foundation and all the rest. Trent took out a pink lipstick and proceeded to paint my lips after he had used some sort of pencil to outline my lips. He had me pat my lips and then applied another coat of lipstick and finally applied something else. He said it was lip gloss.

Then he opened the hanging bag and took out a cute little maid's outfit. It was one of those you'd see girls wear in the porn mags. First I had to don the white bra and panties that had dried and John had retrieved from the back of the chair. Trent also had a black garter belt and stockings in the bag.

But before I put on the stocking and even more shocking was when he took out a bottle of pink nail polish. A few clips and sanding and then my toenails were also pink. When then dried Trent handed me the black stocking and garter belt to put on.

Next he clipped some earrings on me and sprayed me with a very feminine perfume.

I was all done up and I hadn't said a word. I had fallen back into the 'pussy girl' of the night before as I stood there like a little French slut maid.

Dave was definitely the leader of this group. You could tell by the way the others interacted with him

"Well, since you are a maid I don't think you should go by the name 'pussy girl' Tina," Dave said.

He had me standing next to him and his hand slid up the very short crinoline that puffed out skirt. There was a good six inches between where my stockings ended and the skirt began. In some ways I felt more naked then when I was actually naked a little while ago.

His hand proceeded up to my crotch and palmed me. I don't know why but my dick hardened. Dave continued to palm me using his index finger to rub my little penis head. My face reddened. I knew I was rock hard. So did Dave as he then pulled down my panties and showed everyone.

"Look," Dave mocked, "Tina's cockette is excited."

And with that he took his two fingers and measured stating when he was done that my clit was barely "two inches". I had never felt more embarrassed. Not even when Dave had left me with his pee inside last night. I knew I was small. Mary had teased me about it before and dating for me had been awful. But to be belittled in front of 5 men my age was just dreadful.

"Well Missy what should we call you?" John asked rhetorically.

The other guys started adding their ideas. There were some terrible ideas like cum slut, spank me, whore, Miss Swallow etc. but they finally whittled it down to these and then asked me to pick my name from the three and to use it as I had been taught yesterday.

Trent asked what that was and Robert said, "you'll see."

Maid Slut

Maid Missy

Cockette

None of them seemed appropriate to me but again I had given up my identity until I had the photos back. I then remembered the three pix were still in the bathroom on the shelf.

"Hurry up Tina," John said, "pick a name."

Dave's hand was now rubbing my inner thigh and I could see a bulge in his pants. Which to go with? And then it seemed obvious.

"Maid Missy says she would be happy with this name," I said in the voice I used yesterday.

"Good girl," Dave said as he fondled me. "You will be our maid service for the night. That means all services. When you aren't being used you should be cleaning and serving."

The guys were smoking some weed and I was told I had to also. I had never done anything like this before but soon after I had a few hits and a beer John had opened and brought for me I felt better.

But my heart sank as Dave asked me the next two questions, "Have you been using Mister Ebony Jim?" and "Do you need an enema?"

After asking me where Ebony Jim was Dave sent Trent to get it from my room. In the meantime he dumped the brown bag back on the table but there were a few new items that fell out including an inkpad and a couple of rubber stamps. Also some sort of metal contraptions as well as the tube of lube from yesterday clinked onto the coffee table.

When Trent returned carrying Mister Ebony Jim Dave had me bent over and was squeezing the lube up my "hole." Dave had also said I was to only call it my 'hole' from now on since it would function for more then an asshole.

Chip had been in the kitchen for most of the time and when Trent came back Dave slip the lube tube out of my ass and Trent slid Mister Ebony Jim in. I did utter a little gasp having forgotten how big Mister Ebony Jim was.

Chip had been watching and now he said, "Hey, Pussy Girl forgot to do as she was told and so I think Maid Missy will need a good spanking so she doesn't forget."

Robert chimed in with a definite 'yes' saying it would also help Maid Missy become a more productive maid.

Both John and Chip wanted to give me a spanking but the men decided by playing 'odds/evens' with their fingers that's who would have the honor. Chip won and I was sent over to him. Now remember, Chip was a mechanic so his hands are calloused and strong. And although Dave was larger and tougher Chip was in the category of spanking more frightening.

Chip sat down in the chair where I had been transformed and in front of everyone I shamefully lay across his lap. He took his right leg and wrapped it around my legs and his left arm over my back holding my right wrist. My other hand helped to balance me.

The first few spanks weren't too bad. Chip had a different spanking style then Dave. He seemed to spank me with a follow through. But my ability to contemplate his stroke like a golf swing faded quickly as the heat started to build.

After he pulled my panties down a bit Trent commented, 'she really does have a sweet ass. She probably has the best looking ass of any of the senior girls."

The blows came more quickly and most were landing on my lower ass at the top of my thighs. And, like a wave crashing to shore the power of them began to bring tears to my eyes. Suddenly I was crying out loud. Sobbing. I even begged Chip to stop but he continued. I don't know how many but I was squirming to get away. Chip held me tighter and told me to 'be still.'

Each slap tended to make Mister Ebony Jim jump in my ass because of the feeling on my prostate. It was a very weird feeling, one of minor arousal versus *********** and pain. The pain wasn't ******* and it's hard for me to explain but if you've ever been spanked and you were to take that spanking and then add the *********** of my situation you may understand what I was feeling.

Dave didn't say a word. I couldn't see Robert or John but I knew Trent was right behind me looking at my ass because he commented several times on the 'nice shade of red' my ass was turning. But even as my tears dripped off my cheek and my soul fell into ********** Chip continued. He seemed like he was enjoying himself and my tears ********** his hand.

"One hundred," Chip announced in a voice stating accomplishment and he stopped spanking me.

So now I knew how many slaps had hit my ass as Chip pulled me up from his lap and Trent told me to show everyone my red ass. I turned bending over which made Mister Ebony Jim poke me more.

"Haha...the butt plug looks like a black bulls eye," John said.

All agreed and that was when Dave announced he would need to give me a 'urine sample' to start the evening off right. Tears drying on my cheek I found myself a few minutes later like the night before sucking the butt plug and fucking Dave's penis. His penis slithered in me and was much longer then Mister Ebony Jim. As you probably remember Dave preferred making me fuck him so I rode is cock sliding my hole up and down.

"So is my girl ready for a load of my cum and a urine sample?" Dave asked.

I could only mumble over the plug in my mouth.

Trent smiled at me looking into my bright green eyes saying, "So you are a toilet girl too." He continued with, "nothing nicer then a green-eyed blond cocksucker toilet."

And that's when Dave's sperm started to shoot warm and deep inside me. I felt his sticky cum and a minute later his hard cock started leaking his piss into my bowels. A slow stream first which I didn't really feel. Then his cock went a bit less hard and the stream strengthened. He was pissing up my ass while I sat there. I was filling up and then Dave had me stand up bent over as he stood up with his cock in me and pissed more vigorously. When he finished he told me I didn't need to put the plug back in since the 'toilet was full.'

"See Trent, sometimes a girl forgets to wash her hole and that's when a man can be so helpful," Dave said.

As Dave pulled out he turned me around to clean his dick with my tongue. I squeezed my sphincter closed and licked him clean. Fortunately there wasn't any poop this time. Dave told me zipper him up and then had me stand and pull my panties up. He looked at me waiting.

"Maid Missy thanks you Mister Dave," I said when I realized what he was waiting for.

He was sending me on my way when Trent advised I should do a little chant while I worked. He said he got the idea from "Whistle While You Work."

So there I was waiting on the boys, dusting shelves while holding Dave's cum and pee in me quietly saying in a breathy voice over and over again, "I'm a girl. I'm a girl. I'm a girl."

I finally had to beg to be allowed to empty my bowels. Dave whispered into my ear telling me this is what I needed to say whenever I got the urge.

"Maid Missy needs to pee-pee," I said as Dave had instructed me and then Dave gave me permission to go 'potty,'

As I walked to the bathroom my steps were shortened since I was also squeezing my sphincter to keep Dave's 'urine sample' from leaking. However I wasn't completely successful at that and I felt a little dribble leak out and onto my thigh similar to yesterday.

When I entered the bathroom I went to close the door but Trent was standing there with his weird smile. He had a front upper tooth missing and a slightly bulbous nose. Also I couldn't be sure what his original nationality was because his skin was swarthy. But he was more in the 1% unknown in Reidel then the 99% Anglican American who lived here.

"Don't close the door sweetie," he said.

He walked into the bathroom and told me to push my 'cockette' between my legs and squeeze my legs closed.

"Yes that's a good girlie look," Trent said and then told me not to begin peeing until I was sucking his cock. So I sat down squeezing my sphincter tight since my hole was boiling over as Trent had me unzip his fly and fish his cock out. It was flaccid but the head was outrageous fat. Once I got it in my mouth Trent began to harden. He told me he wanted me to hold my 'pee-pee' until I felt his cum on my tonsils and then I could start to pee. As if he and Dave had spoken the comment that I peed and they pissed was further delineation of me the submissive girl and the manly men.

His bulbous cock hung in my mouth and Trent said to tongue it. As he neared orgasm he reached and grabbed my ears with his sac bumping against my chin. He rubbed my eardrums with his thumbs. His cock was probably five inches at most but the head was so big it wouldn't fit in the back of my throat.

"Ok baby you can pee now," Trent said as his dick tightened and his strokes more urgent.

The pee started to trickle from my ass into the toilet and Trent said now he knew why girls called it 'tinkling' because that's what it sounded like. And as it started to gush out of me his cum splattered against my tonsils. He kept pumping and he must have jizzed a good couple of tablespoons of spunk into my mouth before he finished. I was just finishing letting Dave's deposit out when Trent pulled out of my mouth and rubbed his cock on my face.

"Show me," he said.

I opened my mouth. I couldn't see but I felt his load mixing with my saliva. Trent had me close my mouth and then he rubbed my throat while he told me to swallow. I did what I was told. He looked over to the shelf and saw the pix. He picked them up. Told me to lick him clean and then zip him up and he took my pix walked out with me following.

Something was changing in me but I didn't know what. Walking back into the room with Chip, Dave, John and Robert sitting around laughing and ******** I felt more important then I had at anytime before. I was feeling more girlie and I was high.

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Don't Go Into The Woods


I am standing here wearing a red plaid schoolgirl uniform skirt. It is so short that although I looked in the mirror before and couldn't see my white satin panties I felt anyone looking at me could. My blouse is a white collared blouse typical of what you'd expect to see on a schoolgirl. But, the top buttons are opened lower enough to see a bit of my lacy black bra. The sleeves are three quarter length. White schoolgirl stockings with a lacy top (they must have come from an adult mail order house) rise up my smooth hairless legs like a snake crawling towards its prey.

Dramatizing my look is a properly powdered face, a thin black line on my eyelids and silver hoop earrings. This forms the backdrop for my "pretty in pink" lipstick and a fragrance one could only call "Girlie."

I have no one but myself to thank for these items.

My nails are manicured as well as my toenails and of course they are 'hot pink'. I didn't pick these colors out but they were in my makeup kit.

My hair is a light auburn and over the past three months it has grown enough for many types of hairdos. Right now it's in a ponytail with, you guessed it, a big pink bow attached to a scrunchie.

I'm wearing 5" Stiletto heels that took me over a month to learn how to walk in. With them on I am about 5'8" tall. My mind drifted as I looked at the foam pad with neck brace while Dick is fastening a red leather open mouth ring gag. He was explaining how I had learned how to stretch my body so my ass would be in the air while lying on the foam pad. And how 'comforting' the neckpiece would be. He laughed at the word 'comforting'.

He had also rigged a couple of hoops through two eye hooks in the wall and said with my ankles wrapped in them it would help me stay in position and besides keeping my legs spread a bit they would also make holding my knees over my head an easier task. Of course this meant my ass would be facing up towards the ceiling.

"If one of the men tell to get into your position it will mean here and you must stay there until you are excused, Dick said in the same quiet voice he had used for weeks.

"Do you understand," he said closer to my face. I was nearly crying. These past weeks had been an ordeal.

"Yes Sir," I answered demurely as I had been taught.

Dick was definitely on edge with the other men arriving. Nearly all my training over these weeks had been as if I wanted to be the girl standing here. Dick had drawn so much out of me and a spanking was a learning experience not a punishment.

Amazingly, regardless of my repulsion inside, I now obeyed every command.

The tears in my eye were overshadowed by the sound of a vehicle, the first in a month. I was hoping it was someone coming to rescue me. But I knew it was just the opposite. I was afraid, nervous, apprehensive, and submissive about what would be next.

"Here come the men. Go open the door. " he said.

I walked obediently towards the door and although the plug wasn't that big I could feel it every step. Between the walking lessons of short steps foot in front of foot and the plug I could feel myself swaying to the door. I heard car doors open and some muffled male voices. Apprehensively I turned the old rusty knob and the door creaked open.

Emerging from the big black Yukon SUV with muddy tires were seven men none of whom were smaller or younger then Dick. I shuddered with fear as I looked at them with my practiced smile and learned demur stance.

Even though I had become compliant on the outside and tamed on the inside I had not reached any point of being ok with what was happening to me.

These men were old rugged beer ******** hunters. All had big guts flopping over their belts. Some had beards and as I was soon to find out grooming was not in their vocabulary. I also learned not much later they nearly all chewed tobacco and had yellow teeth. Some were a bit toothless. But they are appeared ruthless.

A couple of them headed to the trunk but one of them looked directly at me and said to the others, "What a nice looking cunt we have here."

But, perhaps I should take you back to the beginning of my demise about three months ago.

Chapter One -- The Unfriendly Woods

"Hello sweetie," the gruff male voice sounded from behind me. I was still squatting and had just finished peeing when this deep baritone hilly-billy voice shocked me starting my adrenaline flowing faster then an open fire hydrant.

"Just get up and turn around," he commanded.

I began to pull my panties up but he told me he was pointing a gun at me and for me to "turn around so I can see your pussy."

Nervous tremors rippled through my body as I turned into my fear and saw his gun.

"I don't have a pussy but please let me explain," I weakly answered hoping this would all end.

I've always enjoyed my annual camping trips deep in the West Virginia woods. Over the past 3 years I had only had one visitor pass by my camp site while I spent my six night alone and dressed as a woman. And that particular time it was just a friendly wave from across the wide river. I was a bit shocked then but I took it in stride and continued my annual event driving deep into the woods and then hiking about fifteen miles to a small-secluded campsite on private land that I rented each year.

This area in the woods that I rented encompassed a couple of hundred acres and backed up to thirty thousand acres of state forestland and many more thousands of acres of Federal land.

Three years ago I saw an on-line ad about a secluded campsite. The thought of doing this and then follow through of renting the campsite opened up the ability for me to explore my feminine side. A side I had hidden for all 23 years of my life. I had always felt more like a girl then a boy but I had never done anything more then wear a pair of panties until these trips began.

The ad read "Complete hideaway campsites for $150 for a week with assurances of privacy" and all I need to do was make a simple PayPal click. Of course I had checked with the owner about such privacy and that I wanted to be sure whoever rented before or after me wouldn't be there when I arrived. He assured me no one rented at the time of the year I was renting and my privacy would be a certainty.

I started writing erotic romance novels when I was 18 and by the time I was 20 I was living on my own. I had no family since my parents were killed in a terrible auto accident just after I had turned 18. I left the small town I had been raised in and moved to New York. I just felt more comfortable since I wrote under my pen name Gloria Summers. Even my mailbox listed both my real name and my pseudo name since I got some mail for her. How they got my address I will never know but I figured I should have both.

I lived in a very large apartment building and my mail was always forwarded to my agent since she paid all my bills regularly. I wasn't rich but it was much better being my own boss. Sometimes I'd either lock myself in my apartment or simply disappear and write for months alone. Once I had traveled to Mexico and rented a villa while I wrote my third novel. I didn't have friends, well perhaps my publisher but she was well aware of my idiosyncrasies.

And, in my fear of being found out I never talked about going to West Virginia. The few who knew me thought I had gone to Maine each year.

Turning to face this intruder I could see his hand holding a mean looking gun. It looked like those guns in the movies. I had even used one in a story of mine, the famous Glock. Naturally I raised my hands and as I did so my shorts and panties fell around my knees. I was exposed.

I had on those girlie hiking short shorts with a cuff. Hey, it was late spring and the temperature during the day was in the 90's at night it cooled off to around 70. Besides if my balls weren't showing I'd have looked every bit like a woman. The shirt I was wearing made me look like I had tits because of the padded and gel stuff bra underneath. In a way my thought was, 'this may be better with me standing naked from the waist down since he wouldn't want to **** me since I was a guy. And more likely he would be so repulsed he would just tell me to get lost. Perhaps take my money but that was fine.

My lips quivered but he hushed me as his eyes focused on my privates and he then mockingly said, "So what we have here is one of those 'sissy' girls. Right?"

These words came out of a big fat beer belly man. It was hard to figure out how tall he was but his girth was substantial. He was wearing a plaid lumberjack shirt and a pair of dirty overalls. All I know was my 5'6" paled next to him.

My backpack was still strapped to my shoulders since I hadn't set up camp yet. Everything I carried was for a woman camper. At my car was my change of clothes. I had become bolder each year and this year I had decided to go all the way. I even had a summer dress packed as well as a week's supply of panties. There was a makeup kit. And, I can't think why I had brought a box of tampons.

"Pull up your panties and shorts pussy," he commanded and then said.

I started pulling up my shorts and panties but he said, "Wait, turn around and let me see your ass first."

There wasn't much I could do with a gun pointed at me.

"Sweet cheeks," he whistled. And before long we were hiking away through the woods. Not on a path. We must have wandered onto the federal land since the over brush was quite dense. However, he seemed to find each turn that kept us from being caught in the brambles or stopped by other natural barriers.

Finally we walked into a small clearing completely surrounded by trees was this cabin. It looked pretty make shift from the front. Like something you'd see in old pictures and wonder 'who could live there?'

Chapter Two -- The Shack

The inside smelled of stale smoke and it was very messy but it was not as makeshift as it looked from the outside. As you entered there was a very large room with a good kitchen tucked into the far corner. One cabinet door was missing and another one was hanging down from a broken hinge. They were made of the cheap orange stained looking wood. The floor was a wide rough-hewn oak plank oak.

The sink was stainless steel and had dishes, pots and pans all stacked up. The counter tops were plain white, well now faded and chipped, Formica.

A round dining table sat sectioning off the kitchen/dining area from the rest of the room with eight captain chairs surrounding it. The table had a ceiling light with fan above covered in dust. One of the bulbs was burned out. On the table was an ashtray filled with butts. There was also a mason jar with what looked like tobacco chew spit.

However, the inside of the house seemed to have been ready for all seasons since there was both a huge fireplace in the living room and an air-conditioner through the wall to the left of the fireplace.

Dick had me take off my backpack and then handed me one of those plastic handcuff things you see on crime shows. Once my wrists were in the loop and I had pulled the plastic tight with two fingers Dick checked with one had while he held the gun with the other to make sure the plastic strap was well secured. Next he had me get down on the floor and roll onto my back. He knelt over me putting the gun down.

I so wanted to escape but I wouldn't be able to either get him off me or get the gun, which was out of my reach. From somewhere he produced a metal collar that was lined in the inside with a soft padding. He got it around my neck and then he snapped it close. It connected on the side.

When I got up he told me about the collar.

"Pussy," he said, "there's a ring on the front and on the top for a leash but more important is where I snapped it shut is a small cylinder about the size of a Vick's Inhaler."

Dick explained this was actually filled with an explosive.

"The cylinder on your collar if detonated will blow your neck away. Don't try to remove it. Don't try to run away," he said.

After that he took me to the perimeter of the property showing me it was well marked with red plastic tape dangling from tree trunks like you see for markings in the woods.

"Now watch closely girl," he said and tossed a cylinder like the one fastened to my collar pass the red tape.

BOOOOM......it exploded violently.

"Once you collar was set it cannot be removed by me. It is controlled outside this compound so trying to escape is futile," he said.

In a more mild voice he continued, "Now you will learn to understand your role and you will be trained over these next weeks to obey commands with complete and immediate obedience. I won't need to raise my voice but instead you'll learn and it will become your mission to obey men and their desires."

From that moment on I was being trained though to me it was simply being told what to do. Besides cleaning the house and washing the dirty clothes I was given many other duties, as Dick put it, 'woman's work' and other feminizing submissive roles.

Dick reminded me on several occasions he was not going to yell or shout since he preferred a quiet home and a docile girl and he felt the collar should be enough of a reminder.

"However," Dick said, "a spanking may come at anytime depending on my mood even though in times you'll know before and may probably desire to be spanked."

I couldn't figure out why I'd ever want a spanking.

But the first time Dick spanked me it had nothing to do with a mistake. Instead it was a lesson. He had me come over by the old faded blue couch and he hooked a small lead to the front of my collar and had me bend over till my head was as low as the seating on the couch. He lifted a small metal plate on the floor and there was an eyehook to which he snapped the other side of the lead too.

Then he used some sort of Velcro thing around my legs in a eight patter making me unable to spread my legs more then about 16 or 18 inches. At the center of the 8 a lead came out and he hooked that to another eyehook connected to the leg of the sofa

"Now for this lesson I want you to lower your panties only in the rear so your ass is bare and then hold your skirt up with both your hands. In time you won't need to be tied but holding this position will take time to learn."

I had already had several obedience lessons and of course realized obeying was easier then the alternative (being told to walk away) so I did as he said.

He was sitting on the sofa with his legs between my arms and legs and suddenly I felt his big hand just smack my ass. Instinctively I screamed.

"Girl, there will be no screaming, no yelling. You can remain silent, you can whimper or you can cry. But if you decide to whimper or cry make sure it's real and not an act or you will regret it."

I could smell both the perfume I was wearing and the strong smell of his sweat. My ass cheek stung then he slapped the other cheek. His hand covered nearly all of my cheek. I held the painful scream inside me. Not a sound came out of me except an exhale breathing.

Dick didn't slap fast. It was more a slow painful slap and then a wait. During the first few I kept silent. Dick stopped at about the seventh slap and said, "Now let yourself go into your past and remember how you could cry. Reach back and find that pussy girl you are and you will have taken a major step forward in your new life."

About the fifteenth slap I felt a little whimper out of me. Dick consoled me saying, "Good girl," and at the same time rubbing my ass. He waited a bit before he slap my ass again.

Somewhere after the fiftieth hard full hand slap I started to lightly cry. All of this spanking was taking time and I drifted away into somewhere in the past. A girl was crying and I didn't know who she was. There was no rush by Dick. And so, at some point, I started hear myself crying like the girl in my mind. I was that girl. Shortly after that he stopped spanking me. He undid the leads and then told me to pull my panties up.

"Don't touch or rub your ass after a spanking girl," he said. "Just go about your business. Did you enjoy that?"

Turning toward him and crying I obliged the rules and answered, "Yes Sir."

"And," he said coaxing me.

Of course I curtsied as I had been taught from day one. My thumb and two fingers took hold of the hem of my skirt, then bending the right knee and I said, "Thank You Sir," as I rose.

Dick had told me just the day before, "I want you to learn the following. From today forward you will have only four words in your vocabulary and they can be used in only two phrases. You will not call me Dick ," he said.

The four words are "Sir, Yes, Thank You"

"Your only two phrases will be 'Yes Sir,' and 'Thank You Sir.' No matter what the question asked you will answer 'Yes Sir." And, you will have to learn when 'Thank You Sir' is appropriate. "Yes Sir," will be your answer to any question you are asked regardless of how you would like to answer.

You probably are wondering why I was so easily subjugated. But, I think there are many reasons. Of course I already was submissive before all of this happened. The video certainly pushed me into compliance but I think it was also the way Dick carried out his training of me. It's hard to say but I felt myself sink deeper and deeper into what he was making me into. I was the girl he wanted me to be. I am this girl.

A few days later I was in the kitchen washing the dinner plates crying from spanking Dick had administered for my 'mistakes' of the day. My ass was so sore. I had spent the afternoon cleaning the house and getting spanked for when I said something under my breath. But, this would not be the last time I was crying after a spanking. I would cry during every spanking after the time in the living room.

Another instruction I had been given earlier today (There were many new ones each day and at night I had to write them down. If I forgot one then I'd be punished for that) put me in my place of complete sublimation.

Dick had called me into the living room in the early afternoon and had me insert a disc into the DVD player. Before he started it he had me sit by his feet.

He started the DVD and I watched. It was the same place we were in but there was a man dressed as a woman. His features weren't nearly as feminine as mine. However, he was wearing a similar housedress as I had on and it hemmed just above the knee as mine. There was a supply of women's clothing in a small closet in one of the 5 bedrooms. But this guy's was also stockier so the housedress didn't hang on him but instead stretched on his frame. It fit me very femininely since I tried to keep my weight at 135 pounds before and guessed I must have already lost some weight since arriving here.

This was the first time I realized there must be cameras recording the different rooms and outside. He walked outside and started walking towards the perimeter. My eyes were glued as he neared the red taped trees.

The guy/girl kept walking and as he passed the trees the next part of the video became gruesome. There was no sound track but suddenly you could see a glow around his neck with smoke emitting and finally you saw his head was detached from his body. It was flying up into the air and back towards the camera before it fell out of view.

The rest of his body just collapsed and the DVD went to snow.

"Your choice girl. Will you be a good girl and do whatever you are told?" Dick asked. "Or would you like to walk away as he did?"

I was shaking inside. A man had been killed. I didn't want to die. It was overpowering so I meekly answered, "Yes, Sir."

The next day he had me tan in a bikini. The bra had holes cut out at the nipples and I could tell this would make me look like I had areola. The bikini bottom was a typical bikini bottom. The bikini was plain black. The bra part bunched at the middle of the front and two small cups were held by a thin spagetti strap wrapping around my back and tied in a bow. The other two straps were each on the top of a cup tying in another bow behind my neck.

He also used three water tattoos. You know the kind you apply with a wet cloth and will last about 10 days. Above the center of the bra was the word "girl" and above the center of the bikini bottom was a slightly larger "Cunt"

I couldn't see what he had stuck on my ass but I found out later it said, "Spank Me"

For the ten days I sunbathed twice a day for about 30 minutes each time. The last day of tanning was the day before the other men arrived. By this time the tattoos had started to wash away and instead I had dark skin except where the tattoos had been. The words, Girl, Cunt, Spank Me were very easy to read against the tan.

But there were more rules and training. I had to practice my curtsy many times a day with the "Yes Sir" and "Thank You Sir," until it became automatic.

When I was asked if I wanted a spanking I had learned to curtsy and of course say, "Yes Sir." It was humiliating but better then dead. And some of my spankings weren't for misbehavior. Others were simply because when I was asked if I wanted a spanking and I had to answer "Yes Sir."

A typical end of day example was like this. I would come over to Dick and he would have me lift my skirt and lower my panties. He would be sitting on the sofa and he'd grab my arm and have me bend over.

"Do you think you misbehaved today girl?" he'd ask.

Of course I would answer, "Yes Sir."

"You forgot to say "Thank you Sir" after I gave you permission to pee. Right?"

"Yes Sir," I'd reply.

(Oh, I forgot to tell you. I had to ask permission to use the toilet at first. Over time this changed. I'll explain that later.)

After which I would be given ten hard hand spanks and have to say, "Thank You," when he was done.

Sometimes I would get many more swats then I needed to cry so my cheeks would be streaked with tears. My mistakes were mostly for forgetting to say 'Thank You Sir," but there were others for not cleaning a dish thoroughly or if he found a pubic hair on the toilet. Sometimes the spankings not only made me cry during them but also long after especially when I went to bed with my butt still stinging. Even in bed I was afraid to touch since I thought he might be watching

One day Dick took me over to what had been an empty spot in the living room. He had set up a chalkboard on an easel and a couple of feet in front was a piece of duck tape adhered to the floor parallel to the chalkboard.

"Remember what I said about you would one day ask for a spanking?" Dick asked with a sly smile.

"Yes Sir," I replied and thought back to that spanking just a short while ago.

"Well, I'm sure you've remembered your spankings since then. Right?"

"Yes, Sir!"

"Soon there will be a group of other men here and making mistakes could lead to a many worse spankings. So, this is an opportunity for you to perhaps reduce the number of swats on your ass..

"However, I assure you this is a better choice," he said and then explained to me that if I made a mistake I was to come at the beginning of the next hour and write my mistake on the chalkboard. I was also to pull my panties down, bend over and hold my skirt up and wait for someone to come over and give me an appropriate punishment after which I would be dismissed and I should know by now my "Thank and Yes Sir." "Do you now understand you will ask for your spanking with the hope of mitigating your punishment," Dick questioned.

"Yes Sir, " I said with a quivering voice. I knew this was another behavioral change. And with that I was dismissed back to my current task which was sewing a hole in a pair of underwear which was so old there were still yellow stains the wash didn't get out.

Then one evening I was wearing a thin satin negligee Dick had picked out for me. It rubbed seductively against my cock. Actually, the feel of satin against my body was one of the first big turn-ons for me. I could easily cum rubbing myself through satin panties before all this. I had just finished washing his boxers when I heard him call to me.

"Pussy, you almost done?" Dick called out from the living room.

"Yes Sir," I answered nervously.

"Hurry up unless you want another spanking," he mockingly said.

I hurried as fast as I could but I wasn't allowed to run or walk normal. I didn't want another spanking but I had to walk slowly with my ass wiggling. As Dick had taught me, "Have your pussy hole, when you walk, make a man want to push his cock up there."

I just wanted to go home. As soon as I was done I came around the sofa I felt so naked in the flimsy negligee.

As I said before, Dick was a big guy. The sofa was indented with him sitting there. He must have been over three hundred pounds, I thought as he handed me a DVD.

"Go put that in the DVD player and come sit by me," Dick said.

I took the DVD and walked over to put it in. Of course I was hoping it wasn't like the other DVD. I was so scared.

The disc was black with yellow block print. All it said was Lessons. And then I turned and started back towards the sofa. I didn't want to look him in the eye so instead I just looked at this disgusting fat man with stained plaid shirt as his hand patted where I should sit. I thought I knew what was going to happen but I didn't want to believe it.

Up to this point I had only be spanked and trained but as I turned to sit down and his hand caressed the back of my leg. I felt his fingers going under the skirt touching my ass. I couldn't sit right away with him touching and probing. Finally he had me sit. I felt so tiny next to him and I smelled so girly while he emitted a strong smell of testosterone.

The film had started and Dick put his arm around me. "You will do everything in this movie and more and you will do it always with a sweet smile and a 'yes sir.' he grinned as he talked.

The movie played and although the guy in the film a bit younger and not as fat as Dick he was still nasty. Just as I saw the guy in the movie start to finger the girl Dick put his hand between my legs.

"Well Pussy girl, do you understand you will do anything I ask or any man asks immediately, without hesitation and without complaint?" Dick asked.

"Yes Sir," I said my throat dry.

This was the beginning of my sex servitude lessons. As I've said before, more and more I sank into this docile obedient girl. He coaxed me to rub my 'pussy' while I sucked his cock and said if I could get myself to cum when he did I'd get a pleasant surprise.

Well of course that didn't happen but I was surprised when he touched me there I did get a bit hard. He laughed a bit and said I was a "real girl."

What was also weird was I never felt like I was enjoying myself but more like I was allowing myself to be used and to be controlled.

Much of the time Dick wasn't harsh but nearly always I was taught or perhaps a better word 'conditioned' to be a particular type of girl who was also a boy. I learned how to walk in heels in short steps. And although I had walked in heels this was different. Once I forgot to put one foot in front of the other so my ass would sway I immediately went to the chalkboard and wrote it down bent over waiting with my white satin panties lowered just below my ass, my hands holding my blue flowered skirt up. I must have waited about 15 minutes before Dick came over. He didn't spank me then or later. Without even realizing it I began to immediately go to the chalkboard on the hour for things I thought I had done wrong.

When I chipped a dish once I was standing there on the duct tapeline waiting. He came over and lubed my hole pushing a butt plug up

As I said my duties included keeping the cabin clean, washing the dishes and clothes and also cleaning Dick's tobacco juice Mason jar. Unfortunately there was neither a dishwasher nor washing machine so I had to do everything by hand in the large restaurant sink.

But, I did get good long spankings at times. They mostly turning my ass red not blistered. However when I was instructed on 'how to sit' my ass stung. Dick had me lift my skirt and then sit down so I wouldn't crease my dress. And, with my ass burning hot from a spanking sitting was not the most comfortable thing in the world especially my bare bottom on the coarse fiber chair seats. The various lessons and rules went on day after day. Of course there were only four words I was allowed to say. I wasn't allowed to start a conversation nor end it. I was only to reply with the "Yes Sir," or "Thank You Sir."

I was taught to sit with my legs slightly spread apart so men could see my panties and would want to fuck me. My various cleaning duties were inspected each day Dick explained this was for me to have a more pleasant time when the men arrived.

And although I had to stand in the corner many times with my skirt up and panties down, ass burning from a good over the knee spanking I also was given time to relax or nap. Among the hardest things to learn was the kiss especially from a fat old guy who was sticking his tongue in my throat. Funny how a French kiss could be more humiliating then sucking his dick.

I was taken several times around the perimeter so I'd know the boundaries even at night.

The cabin had five bedrooms, one bath and the large main room with giant fireplace, kitchen and dining table. From the outside it appeared as a hunting cabin but inside it was a tad more civilized. Although the floors were wood plank various carpets of fur and fabric were laid out with a bit of woodsy décor.

The kitchen was functional and there was even a small room off of the kitchen with several stocked freezers. I don't know what generated the electricity but really only the lights; refrigerator/freezer and ceiling fans were electrified. Oh, and the scant bit of hot water too.

The four bedrooms were quite Spartan with knotty pine paneling, typical off white ceiling and trim pain. There were two single beds in each room and each had a dresser though none matched.

A small alcove was cut into a wall of the kitchen housing a vanity table, chair and a wood poll for hanging clothes. This would be my domain. Even though I knew make up there were many more items then I carried with me. Dick explained the girls of the past had left these as I would leave my stuff when I left. That seemed reassuring. The idea I would leave someday.

A routine began to develop over the months.

At some point Dick added something new to the spanking. He told me I was going to learn to have a spanking, cry and have an orgasm at the same time.

The first training of this was the following way. He called me in one day and he had a sex tape running and told me to watch. It was a very simple man and woman sex tape.

After it ran for a bit I felt some urges going on. I always related to porn. But then I felt his hand rubbing my penis through my satin panties. I got harder

"Good girl," he said, "now bend over and hold your skirt up."

Then he pulled my panties down a bit and put his lubed hand over my cock saying, "You can orgasm and continue to be spanked until you cry. You can cry and orgasm at the same time. Or you can cry and continue to be spanked till you orgasm.

Then he started to jerk me and spank me. The first time I had an orgasm before I started crying so he kept spanking me till I cried.

Over time I learned not only to cry and orgasm at the same time but even for me to simply rub myself through my panties without lube and to orgasm as I was crying from being spanked.

In time I associated spankings, tears and my little orgasm as if they all went together. Often I'd be hard when getting just a spanking and when I was allowed to please myself. Pleasure and pain blended together as I drifted lower into the desire of *********** and degradation.

Of course I was instructed 'never' to play with myself without permission.

Dick also said what I did was more of a feminine orgasm not man cum and so from now on I was to think of my clit and my g-spot and that I was just a girl.

He would ask me after I squirted if I had 'squirted pussy juice?'

I would answer, "Yes Sir."

Sometimes he replied, "Good girl," and he'd give me a treat, like a piece of chocolate.

In time I associated with the words 'good girl' as well. Sometimes I wanted him to spank me and let me squirt.

He also taught me to get hard without release depending on various things besides spankings. Like when I was sucking his cock or he was feeling me up. As I said before, I had spankings with my little hard-on yearning away. One time I almost squirted without even being touched. Often I'd leak a little pre-cum. When I did Dick would say, "good girl."

My bathroom control was simple. I was to stand by the bathroom door and squirm like a girl needing to pee. If I needed to poop I was to stand there with my panties down to my knees.

He always let me go poop but he often let me squirm for a while and a couple of times I'd leak a bit. Once he spanked me when I needed to go but had wet myself a little. Before I knew it I was crying and peeing myself. I was so ashamed when he stopped and said, "girl you need to learn some control."

Sometimes he watched me pee. He also had trained me to pull my panties just to my knees and sit down on the toilet (I wasn't allowed to use the toilet seat) making sure all of me was tucked in so I only showed my pussy pubes and thus appeared like the girl he said I was.

Everyday, every moment was training but eventually things started to come naturally to me. I walked with the sway. I knew when to whimper and when to cry and I became this creature of his.

Chapter Three --The Arrival

Holding the door open for the men I thought this must be the big fat old beer belly man convention. I had learned before to only address them as Sir. Dick had both trained and spanked "thank you Sir," into me many times over the past months.

My pink lipstick smiling lips uttered "Yes Sir," as the first burly man started through the when he asked me if I was a cum slut. Each man came in with a different remark followed my either a "Yes Sir" or a "Thank You Sir."

One of them who was a bit shorter then the others in height but not in girth stopped at the door with his belly against me said, "Oh, you will do nicely," and he patted my ass as he entered.

For the next ten minutes they unloaded the van of ice chests, luggage, cases of beer and ***** etc. My collar had become a part of me now but I noticed in one of the bedrooms a leash. It made me twitch a bit at my neck. I was left in the kitchen to put the provisions away as the men gathered in the living room making jokes and talking. Some of the conversation was about how nice it was to be here again and about getting away from the everyday.

One man called out, "Bring me a cold one," to me. I had been taught how to serve as well during this period of isolation. I got a beer out of the cooler and placed in on the bar tray with the bottle opener next to it and carried it out 'barmaid' proper. But in serving it there was a difference. I had been taught to bend at the waist and not the knees.

As I bent over he touched my ass and said, "you have a nice ass girl and you smell pussy perfect. "Did you wear that perfume to entice us?"

Nervously I answered, "Yes Sir."

Later that night I had my legs were in the air, and my ass high. My panties were pulled down to my ankles.

"This is great," the man said, "so this just screws off?"

Although I didn't know what he was doing his comment and the feeling I got from him screwing some counterclockwise on my butt plug made me worry.

"You guys have to see this. She has a pussy," the man continued and one of the other men came to look and also confirmed his comment.

"You'll have to look how pink and sweet it is when you get up here," the first man said.

I was looking up at him as he unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly laughing.

"Wait," Dick called out, "don't forget whoever is last to use the plunger cap on the mantel not the one removed. What is will do is pretty self-explanatory. Our spunk will be ****** into her butt when she stands it will not flow back. Like a backwash valve on a toilet."

From the back of the room I heard one guy say, "I so enjoy when we come out here and get to try the kinky sexual devices we make at home. Whose idea was this one?"

Dick smiled and took credit.

The man above me laughed. His pants fell to the floor with the belt clanging. He put the key and whatever he had undone on the fireplace mantel next to us.

"Now girl, this is what is going to happen. I'm going to jerk off into your pussy and so will the other seven men. When you are fully loaded we'll push our cum down into you and your plug will be capped and you will serve us. Do you understand what serves us means?"

Tears began to well in my eyes as I answered, "Yes Sir."

"And while we are here after anything one of us MEN does to you or with you, you will always say Thank You," he continued.

"Yes Sir."

When he was finished he slapped my ass he picked up a magazine from the mantel. I could see if was a porn magazine from the cover as he stood there looking at it. Then he started jerking over when he started to come not all of it went into the plug some landed on my balls. He exhaled when he was done and over the next hour the other seven men drained their balls into the plug.

The last man took the other device from the mantel and said "Bottoms up," mockingly as he inserted it and twisted. At that moment I knew it was a mini plunger. While the other men came I felt some of their spunk seep through the butt plug into me. Now I knew the rest was being pushed past the nozzle of the plug and deep inside me.

The Man said, "All done, now get up and get me a beer."

I got up and although I couldn't really feel their cum sticky inside me my mind knew it. I began to walk to the kitchen when he called me back.

"Girl have you lost your manners?"

I could only answer, "Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

"Go get my beer and then come back here for a good spanking."

"Yes Sir," I answered in a frightened whisper and started walking to the kitchen.

"Hey always wiggle your ass. Shake like the cum cocktail waitress you are," he said loudly.

I wiggled to the kitchen but when I was walking out with the beer I was afraid I'd drop it so I couldn't wiggle much.

I bent over pouring the beer into his glass. There were a eleven beer glasses and Dick had told me to be sure always to have a nice clean one for each man.

The man had a gray unkempt beard and although I didn't know their names I could easily distinguish them. None were completely clean-shaven. They were all dirty old men who acted like I wasn't the first.

"Are you ready for your spanking?" he asked.

"Yes Sir but may I first go pee?" I replied.

The man turned to Dick and said, "I'm glad you left the toilet training to us."

He turned to me and asked, "Do you know how an indoor bitch gets toilet trained?" The man didn't expect a reply but continued, "a well trained bitch, and I'm talking dog, waits till her master takes her out to do her business. And, a bitch in heat is happy to sniff ass and be fucked. You have seven Masters and you will be a bitch in heat from this day forward. So from now on we will know when you need to eat and when you need to piss and ******* where. Do you understand?

Shamefully I meekly answered, "Yes Sir."

"Good...now take that butt plug from your ass and put it into your mouth then bend over and don't lose a drop of our man juice."

I was sobbing a bit as I pulled the plug out of my ass making sure I tightened my sphincter to hold the seven loads of cum inside me. My mind thought about being a 'bitch in heat' and having to wait for a Master for me to relieve myself etc.

The plug tasted funky as it slipped over my pink lips into my mouth.

"All the way in just like it was in your ass. Your ass and your mouth are now both a pussy and an ass. Close your lips around the narrow part as your asshole did. You don't have a mouth now just a vagina and an asshole."

It wasn't very long but it was a bit bulbous. When I had pushed it all the way in with just the outside plug part showing it touched the back of my throat. Just near the gag reflex.

"You see guys, the plug is perfect. She will learn the thrill of being throat fucked and how to let the gag be a part of her bitch duties, the man said as he had me bend over.

Holding my ponytail (my hair had grown since I had been there and it was blond now. Dick had me bleach my hair, my pubes and even the area around my asshole. That had hurt

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

His open hand slapped against my ass. Hard but not blister Hard.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

And each slap after he's ask me a question

"Will you be a good cunt?" "Yes Sir," I answered.

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Is your mouth a vagina?" "Yes Sir."

My ass began to heat

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Are you our cum slut?" "Yes Sir."

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Are you here to serve men?" "Yes Sir." SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Are you a bitch in heat?" "Yes Sir."

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

"Do you know how to curtsy? "Yes Sir." (I had been taught by Dick)

SMMMMMMMMMMMMACKKKKK!!!!!!

This continued on for sometime. I was crying now. Dick had trained me not to yell or scream. Just to either cry or whimper. And the spanking was expertly given. I knew my ass was red and the heat would last for hours. I also knew I wasn't allowed to rub my ass.

When he was finished he had me pull my panties up and thankfully I remembered to say, "Thank You Sir."

Seven men would control my life and I had to please each of them separately and as a group. My head ached as I stood in the kitchen in front of the sink only wearing panties, bra, garter belt, stockings, a dainty apron hooped over my neck and tied in a bow around my waist. My toes a bit arched in my Mary Janes. This was my waiting position. The men could easily see me. They could see my ass filled with their cum. The view from the living room to the kitchen was open. A small dining table was a bit off to the side between the two rooms. I could hear the men talking but not what about.

Chapter Four -- The First of Many Days.

I had to wait till one of the men woke up and took me to pee and poop.

The tallest man, he was about 6'4" came into the kitchen and put a package down to the side of me saying, "You are a whore slut, aren't you?"

Standing over the sink I answered, "Yes Sir."

"Then softly say 'I'm a whore slut' until someone tells you to stop.

I had forgotten to say "Thank You Mister," (that's what he wanted to be called) so he spanked me several times on my already reddened ass.

"I'm a whore slut," I said almost in a whisper.

"I'm a whore slut."

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

"I'm a whore slut,"

And finally the day came to an end but before I could go to ***** two of the men went out to the car and brought a large trunk in. It was pink with the gold corner bracings. They also brought in a large dog *****ing bed and a cage. They put the bed inside the cage in the kitchen.

"Be a good girl now and get down on all fours.... wiggle your ass and go into your new doggie home," one of the men ordered me. He had the largest cock head of them all. I had sucked it earlier. It wasn't very long but it looked like a swollen fruit on a on a tree branch. I was afraid if he stuck it in me it would be like a dog knot.

I had been allowed to take the apron off. I was happy for the warmth in the house. When I got down on all fours he pulled a bit of the bottom on my panties and cut a hole. Then he eased a butt plug up ass. The plug had a tail on the end and it was weighted.

"This should hold you till morning," he said as he locked the cage

"Yes Sir, Thank You Sir," I answered as I was locked in for the night. I fell a***** crying.

Chapter Five: Time Goes By

Over the next week there were major changes. I wanted to run through the woods and not care if I had my neck blown off but I was to chicken. They had chosen well. I would be their girl. Even more I would be their bitch.

My cage rattling and a deep baritone voice saying, "Okay bitch time for you to do your business" awakened me. Looking up I saw the fattest of the men standing with a leash in his hand.

"You are going to be house broken this week bitch. Just like any dog you will be taken by leash to go do your business outside. When I open the cage you will crawl out and I'll snap the leash on you. Then you will crawl outside and sniff around for a good place. And once you've found it you will pull down your panties, pull out the plug if you have to poop or if not just pee and be the bitch dog you are. Have you ever seen a bitch Labrador do her business?"

My ears hurt from this new degradation but my mouth opened and said, "Yes Sir."

He opened the cage and I crawled out. The leash snapped into place and the man walked towards the door. If I were a bit slow he'd pull on the lead. I wasn't too fast even though I really did need to pee. I didn't know if I needed to poop since the plug made me feel like I always did but this was a good time to get their cum out of me from the night before so I figured I'd give it a try. Also, I figured if I could learn to poop once a day it would be a plus.

From that day forward I would be taken out and I had to learn that instead of standing by the bathroom squirming I was to be at the door on my knees at specified times and wait or when a man decided to take me out for a walk.

It was always embarrassing for me to kneel down and then have the leash clipped to my collar. Even worse was for me to be taken outside and have to sniff around to find the right place to go. That was mortifying. In time I was taught to sniff trees and find the fresh man pee scent and that's where I was to do my 'business'.

They began playing wilder games with me especially after this one man had me crawl into the bathroom with him. He pulled down his pants and underpants in one motion and sat on the toilet. Grabbing my hair he pulled me in closer to him saying, "Suck my cock while I take a ****."

Most of the men were fairly mild but this one and another weren't. They were very dominating.

This particular man had a mean streak. I had fresh red lipstick on and had finished doing my nails and spritzed some perfume. His fingers combed through my hair and played a bit with my earlobes and the looped earrings I was wearing.

"Ahhhhhhhh," I heard him utter as his cock started to harden a bit and a little squirt of pee shot against my tonsil. Then there was a cacophony of farting followed by stink, a sigh and the first plop. I wanted to vomit but his cock was in my mouth and his hands wrapped around the back of my head holding me in place.

He fucked my face as his **** plopped down into the toilet. The smell was revolting. Once a bit of toilet water splashed up hitting my chin. Finally he shot his load into the back of my mouth pulled my head away.

"Open your mouth and show me," he said with a mocking voice.

I didn't look at him but kept my eyes focused on his cock since that's what I've been taught but I knew he was looking at his dick snot on my tongue. I have learned men don't shoot the same amount of spunk. Some of the men are more liquid then spunk. Some drop a big load and others not so much.

But as bad as the smell was at first after awhile his poop smell faded and the taste of his spunk took over.

"Swallow girl," he instructed.

As I swallowed I felt his slime passing from my tongue over my tonsils and falling over the back of my throat.

"Was it good?"

"Yes Sir," I answered politely.

He pulled the toilet paper to wipe his ass several times and then the roll was empty.

"Girl, there's not enough toilet paper. Isn't maintaining this bathroom your job?"

"Yes Sir," I replied.

"Well then I guess your tongue will have to be the extra toilet paper I need. Isn't that right?"

My eyes opened wide like a deer in the headlights. I didn't answer. I was so sickened.

"First for being insolent and not answering I'm going to give you a spanking later. Second, answer me," he said with a very authoritative voice.

Almost crying I answered, "Yes Sir."

"Are you answering that your tongue is a wet wipe bitch?"

"Yes Sir," I answered with my least assured and most diminutive voice.

He got up; all three hundred pounds of fat with gray and black body hair and turned around with his ass in my ass.

"Now clean my asshole and make sure you do a great job or I'll have you eat my **** in the toilet."

The next minutes were disgusting as I licked his bum. At lease the toilet paper had run out after he had wiped pretty clean. I didn't know that when I began licking but still it was a vomit inducing moment.

"Don't you dare vomit girl or you'll lick that up too," he said.

I held back the ***** in me. He reached back and grabbed my head pulling me into his ass. "Lick in the hole."

Finally it was over and we exited the bathroom. A few of the men were hanging around.

One of them was looking at me and asked, "Hey is that **** on your nose?"

Mortified I answered, "Yes Sir."

"Well, when I ran out of toilet paper she offered to let me use her tongue. You might say she's a 'wet wipe.' And I think she enjoyed it," the man said.

Turning towards me he rhetorically asked, "Did you?"

He knew my only answer could be, "Yes Sir."

One of the other men said we should make a "Call the Wet Wipe Girl" sign and hang it in the bathroom.

"Go wash your face and show me a curtsy before you leave."

I curtsied and said, "Thank You," and went to the sink in the kitchen to wipe his poop off with tears falling down my cheek. I had sunk so low since I had gone on my vacation.

Chapter Four: Sinking DeeperInto Depravity

After that incident *********** became a part of the program. One morning I was standing in the kitchen when one of the men came in. He had me turn around facing him and lift my skirt. He unzipped his fly and told me not to move or utter a sound.

And then he started peeing. His urine splattered on my 'clit' as he called it and the warm pee soaked my panty liner and cascaded down on the floor. When he was done he had me lower my skirt and wait there.

While I stood there I thought about how many times I had cum in my panties when one of the men rubbed me there or that I could make myself cum while being spanked. Who was I? What had I become? Between being sickened by what was done to me I had also become aroused by command.

Five minutes later two of the men came into the kitchen. They looked at the puddle and then me.

"Lift your skirt girl," one of the men instructed.

I did as I was told and also answered, "Yes Sir."

"Look at that, she peed herself," the other said and then asked me if I had as I lifted my skirt and he also said, "Her panties are dark yellow stained."

This all led to what happened two nights ago.

"Come here," he said.

I walked into his room wearing exactly what I had been instructed with my hair curled, falling over my shoulders. The matching black bra and panties were scant and lacy. The demi-bra was wired underneath. The panties were regular cut with sheer see through lace in the derriere and above my small pubic hair patch. I imagined the butt plug I was wearing could be seen but I didn't know since it was black and like the others the plastic T part was thin so it would fit like a thong. Happily this plug was not as big as the others so it was more comfortable in my ass.

The gold belly ring with cubic zirconium diamond matched the diamond pendant necklace and diamond stud earrings. My eyes had just a bit of sea green eye shadow to illuminate my green eyes and the mascara was lightly applied. The lipstick I had been instructed to wear was the same pink as all 20 of my nails and I knew I had used too much of the Channel perfume but there wasn't much I could do about it.

Standing there in my 4 inch black strappy heels I must have been 5'9" but I still paled in size next to him. Like the other men he was big in all ways.

"Turn around," he commanded.

Turning slowly I could feel his eyes burning through my skin as hot as my ass felt after a spanking. The first thing I felt was his tobacco breath swirling over my shoulder and wispy through my hair. Then I felt his arms and presence as he lowered a black silk cloth over my head ending up over my eyes and blocking out the light. Now everything was black from my outfit to my sight.

"Follow me," he said taking my hand and leading me out of the room towards the living room. Finally we stopped somewhere in the room.

"Lower your panties girl," he said.

As I lowered them I heard the men whistling approval though I couldn't see a thing I also felt their eyes upon me.

"Now behind you is a special butt plug. Take the plug you have in your ass out and then find the dildo and sit down on it," he instructed in almost a monotone.

I took the plug out with my right hand and reached back to find this other plug. He helped me by moving my upper arm until I felt it. It was well lubricated and it was connected to something. Slowly I began to sit on it letting the tip find my asshole and lowering myself at the same time. It wasn't too long since the hilt was against my hole. It was a less bulbous plug. As I sat back my legs were a little raised from my ass and I felt I was sitting on porcelain. It was like sitting on the toilet without a toilet seat except for my thighs fit in some sort of form fitting porcelain and it had that cold feeling as I first sat back

"Drop your plug and bring your upper arms back along your side," he continued.

My arms came back and he helped me get the middle of my upper arms in some kind of handcuffs for them. There were many sensations running through my body but the next thing I felt was myself being raised until my feet could only touch the floor by leaning my toes forward. I couldn't steady myself. I was supported by what I was sitting in.

His hands came up to my head and undid the blindfold. I was sitting in a custom-made urinal. A chain with a handle hung down just above my right hand like the flush device on an old toilet.

"I made that in my shop," one of the men said as others congratulated him on this human urinal.

The men were ******** beer and putting on a DVD. I heard the TV say something about "Footballs greatest moments," when I heard his voice in front of me.

"Now girl, tonight you will be our toilet and here are your instructions," he said. "When a man comes up you are to unzip him and take his penis out if he's standing there waiting. Otherwise he will have handled that already. Then you will let go of his penis, unless he instructs otherwise. When he is done and says, "Flush," you will pull the flush cord and then let it go. You will have the pleasure of the urine in the bowl emptying through the dildo into you. Thanks to an electric pump and a bit of engineering you will feel the urine as a very strong stream. If he wants to piss in your mouth you will accommodate him and you will also swallow what's in your mouth and when he is done. Then you'll either shake his cock or lick the head and after you put it back in his pants, zip him up you'll say. He waited for me to answer

"Thank You Sir," I answered.

Fear, repulsion and the fact of my ********** over the weeks crashed around in my brain when he finished his instructions. Then he asked if I understood the instructions. Obediently but miserable I answered in the same docile feminine way as I had been taught.

"Yes Sir, " I said through my pink pouted lips.

The position I was in gave me a view of all the men but not the television. I could see them as they drank beer and watched TV. Time passed and the empty bottles began to accumulate.

One of the men got up and said, "I've got to take a wicked leak." The other men either ignored him or laughed as he walked over towards me with his hands on his balls. He was wearing a stained white *****. The kind with no sleeves and a pair of camouflage pants and his head had one of those military cut haircuts.

There he was, standing right in front of me. Well his crotch was there in front of me since the urinal was lower. It was just a tad higher then the height of a ****** urinal setting my mouth at cock level He leaned in a bit and I knew what was expected of me. My pink fingernails reached forward and my fingers held his pants as the other pulled his zipper down. He was wearing the dreaded dull white with some yellow stained briefs.

Reaching into the slit on his underpants my fingers touched his cock head and I heard him above saying, "Hurry up girl I have to piss." I wanted to cry but I seemed to do a lot of that lately.

His cock finally poked out. He was uncut and had a lot pubic hairs. With his prick in my face and I could smell his musty odor of his manhood. I let go of his cock as instructed and he reached down and he took it between his thumb and forefinger.

"Do I have to remind you to open your mouth wide," he said grinning. "And keep your eyes open and looking at every cock you see tonight."

As my pink painted lips parted I thought back to just the other day when the idea of pee entered into this wild journey. That time in the kitchen. My eyes focused on his cock. It was small and shriveled. The way a cock looks most of the time. He held the head about three inches from my mouth and shook his cock just a bit.

Suddenly, a dribble, not a spurt came out of his pee hole and sprinkled down landing on my little landing strip over my penis. I could feel the wet warmth against me and again I thought back to the time one of the men peed on my panties as I stood in the kitchen.

It was just a couple of days ago. I was cleaning up the kitchen early one morning when one of the men came in. I was wearing a summer frock, green with yellow daffodils. He had me turn towards him and he was wearing just a shirt. No underwear.

"Lift your skirt and look me in the eyes girl," he said.

Frightened, as always, I lifted my skirt.

"No matter what happens keep your eyes on mine and don't move," he commanded.

I looked directly at him.

"Oh, what nice white panties," he said. "Too bad they don't match your dress."

Then I felt a warm flow hit my crotch. He was peeing on my crotch. He kept peeing and peeing. His urine flowing over my dick and then splattering against my legs as it slowly fell to the floor making a puddle around my bare feet.

"Now your panties are the color of your daffodils and your pussy has been properly watered," he laughed.

When he finished he instructed me to let my skirt drop down and for me to stand there like that until one of the other men dismissed me.

He shook his cock a bit more and some pee landed on my face. I could see two other men standing behind him. One was urging him saying 'Hurry up, I've got to piss real bad." Then a little more pee dribbled out with most of it landing on my lip and chin dripping down onto my bra soaking it and wetting my nipples.

A moment later he peed enough to fill half my mouth and shook is cock putting in back in his pants, zipping up and saying, "Damn this enlarged prostate. I'll probably have to piss every fifteen minutes. The other men laughed.

"Swallow girl," he said and I gagged as his piss passed over my tonsils and into my tummy.

The next man already had his cock out and just started peeing all over me. I felt the bowl under my ass start to warm and the urine started to fill up over my balls. When he was done he had my lick his cockhead. Then he had me look into his eyes. I'm sure my eyes betrayed my *********** as I reached out and pulled the chain. The sound of a toilet flushing emanated from a speaker under my ass as the silent motor whirred and a flood of pee shot up the dildo into my ass as if someone was peeing right up there.

My legs instinctively tried to close to stop the warm pee. I felt his piss in the bowl emptying knowing it was going up inside me and then it was done. He looked at me waiting.

"Thank You Sir," my pink lips pouted.

Several of the men commented on how much they liked the sound of a toilet flushing.

After a couple of more men peeing into my mouth my swallowing as well as the bowl being spurted into me made my stomach distended.

"I think our toilet needs to be emptied," one of the men said.

"Go outside and find a place to squat like the little girl you are and empty our 'toilet," one of the men instructed.

So, I was allowed to get up and because I was trained to take small steps I waddled toward the door my ass swaying and inside feeling like a wave of piss was swishing back and forth.

Before I got there one of the men had me stop and do a little extra wiggling. I know it didn't really slosh inside me but I felt like it was. It seems the men liked this extra maneuver and it was added to all my 'toilet' walks.

When I got outside a few of the men had come to the door one of them instructed me to squat facing the door and smile? He also told me I should try to make both my holes pee and not to simply flush it all out in a rush.

"Try to make it come out slowly," he said.

I had to lower my panties (I was told to pull them up before I walked out), squat, smile and then both my holes (penis and ass) started to drain. The pee did squirt out of me like a girl. I hadn't been allowed to touch my penis since the first week.

Then I would walk 'ladylike' with the men in my view back to the device, sitting down on the dildo until I was full again. From the bottles on the table I must have had at least 30 bottles peed into my two holes and I had to empty myself more 10 times.

It was quite embarrassing when I was outside squatting and the man urine was shooting out of my two holes as some of the men laughed watching me. Once I even threw up at the same time.

It all came to an end at a point where I was the most full of pee during the evening. I just wanted to go out and empty myself but instead I was let up, given a clean pair of panties to put on and a very short schoolgirl skirt with a white blouse. "Ok Missy it's time for you to get back to your household duties," Sir said. "Clean up this whole place and when you are all done come report to me."

"Yes Sir," I answered but wanting to ask permission to go empty myself.

During the next 30 minutes I cleared the empty beer bottles thinking how they had gone from bottle to me. Various men asked me questions to which I could only answer with one of the two phrases I'm allowed.

"Did you enjoy my piss in your tummy?" "Yes Sir."

"Would you like us to play this game every night?" "Yes Sir."

"Was being a 'toilet girl' a dream you had when you were a little girl?" "Yes Sir."

This went on until all the bottles were cleared and the table wiped off. I was trying so hard not to pee myself or accidentally drip from my ass.

Just when I thought I was done and could go to the bathroom the first man beckoned me to him. I waddled over my bowels sloshing with man pee and wanting to let it out. It was so hard for me to curtsy

"You've been a bad girl, haven't you?" he asked.

By this time in my training I knew I'd probably get a spanking and began to bend over.

"But, for being a good toilet I am going to let you have an orgasm while I spank you. After that you may waddle your piss filled ass-urinal outside and empty yourself.

"Thank you Sir," I answered with my eyes nearly about to tear up since I knew I'd be crying soon. I was just hoping I wouldn't have an accident.

As I lowered my panties he commented on how I smelled like a urinal too. The men next to him joked about how I may need one of those urinal deodorizer sticks in me.

Then the first SLAP.....hitting me like Dick did. His hand was also large and the slap burned my ass and jiggled my cheek.

"Guys, she sounds like a half filled bottle of piss sloshing around as I spank her," the man said.

I was mortified. I wondered could he really hear it or was he just joking but before I could really ponder it he had me rubbing my pussy as his hand got into motion.

But I was sure I could feel their 'piss sloshing in me.'

Ten minutes later I was crying profusely and had had shot my little white load into the crotch of my pissy panties. I was so embarrassed.

And with the proper, "Thank You" and curtsy I was allowed to wiggle my way outside and empty myself.

That night I was told I was to ***** in my stinky bra and panties.

A few days later this night created a new nightmare. Most of the men wanted me to suck their dicks. And most of those didn't get really very hard. Only a few wanted to watch my ass squirm on their cocks. Also, I was surprised more then half the men weren't circumcised. It's really odd licking a cock head and watching it grown out of its sheath.

Anyhow, the guy who had peed on my panties and started all this was both kinky and liked to ass fuck me.

One morning he was up early and I was wiping the coffee table in the living room when he came in sporting an erection. He had me stay bent over and then squirted some silicone lube in my hole and rubbing some on his cock.

For the next ten minutes he pounded my ass and then his cum oozed into me but instead of pulling out he said he had a morning surprise for me and started peeing up my chute. It seemed me peed longer then he fucked.

"Ah, nothing like a good piss in the morning. Did you like that toilet girl?" he asked.

"Yes Sir," I replied like I had too but didn't want to.

"Good," he said, "from now on you can have my piss hard-on every morning?

"Thank You Sir," I answered as he pulled out. Then he smacked me on my ass and sent me to clean the kitchen. I could feel his eyes as I walked away. His piss warm and wet inside me with my knowledge I'd be like this every morning from now on. I would never be the same as the day I went camping.

All I could hear myself say to myself is, "Don't Go Into the Woods."

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I know I'm neither pretty nor young but even though to the eye I'm visible as an older man that's on the outside it doesn't change who I am inside.

The Boeing 737 plane had landed and was just finishing taxing to the gate as I sat wondering, 'was this a good idea?" From my window seat I could see the gangway rolling towards the cabin. It was a beautiful afternoon with the sun shinning. The beauty of the sun on the earth after an earlier thunderstorm always seemed like an omen. In a few moments I would deplane. My mind drifted.

Within the next 10 minutes I would be meeting him and I'd either be on the next plane home or on a new journey. The deal was simple. We'd meet at the airport and if 'first-sight' was a 'no go' we'd just separate. If it appeared 'ok' we'd travel to his house for the next step on this erotic dream reality.

The cabin bell went off. Passengers began to stand. I was in row 13 with a window seat, so I'd be one of the first off the plane.

His name is Don and I have no idea what he looks like. We ended up meeting through emails. Discussing who we are rather then what we looked like. In a little bit I expected what I looked like would result in a pleasant dismissal and a flight home. Look, I'm 5' 9" 50 plus and 170 pounds. Not exactly 'slut' material. However, I have no gray hair. Not balding and hardly hairy. In my 20's I could have easily passed as a girl. I have no idea now except for the one time I put on lipstick and thought my lips didn't look feminine. Having looked at numerous women's lips since then I realize it wasn't my lips but the learned knowledge girls have about applying makeup.

But it's who I am on the inside. Inside I'm 5'6" mid 20's and 120 pounds. The gender doesn't change my inside persona except I have small breasts and a small enough penis to think of it as a clit. I can't explain why I don't envision a real pussy. Now my outside penis is about 5" so it just a bit smaller then average.

"Sir," I heard the woman wearing a "I'm a Girl' t-shirt with her 38DDD's expanding the shirt in confirmation saying it was time for me to get up and to stop daydreaming. I rose apologizing to the other passengers for dawdling (if they only knew what I was thinking about) and entered the aisle.

This is a small airport so I knew I'd be meeting Don in just a few minutes. If we both approved we'd go to his car. There was still another safety catch. We had decided a few things in advance. Dan had bought whatever outfit, lipstick, perfume, shoes and/or whatever he wanted me to dress in. I had paid for the air travel.

If, after we arrived at his home, Don told me to get dressed I would have the choice to do that or call a cab to take me back to the airport. We had agreed since I was paying for the airfare Don would buy what he wanted me to wear but if I decided to leave the cab fare was my problem and that would be about $60 from his place. I had already spent $360 for the round trip flight and another $50 for travel to and from my hometown airport. He knew my measurements. Yes I know in girl size I was definitely a plus but fortunately not a plus/plus.Isn't it funny a Plus size is actually a minus sign. But Don hadn't seemed to care. He seemed more interested with who was inside me and his desires to make my inside and outside persona one when I was with him.

I walked up the ramp into the brightly lit terminal with a nervous lump in my throat and a panic in my groin proceeding towards baggage claim. My blue jeans, yellow sneakers and a white t-shirt made me look ridiculous to the casual observer but quite obvious to someone who knew what to look for. The idea was Don would have first sight of refusal by seeing me and then coming over and telling me to go or follow him depending how he felt. Of course, I had the last right by calling the cab at his place.

Walking through the airport I saw the restroom. Even though I had gone on the plane my eyes stopped to look over the sign above the woman's room. You know the blue stick figure skirt. I watched so many of the women enter after the plane ride and imagined they wouldn't use the one on the airplane unless absolutely necessary. Squatting over a toilet at 30,000 with the plane swaying must not be an easy pee. Don hadn't seemed much interested in my conversation about 'bathroom control' but as I passed the ladies room I wondered how our fantasies would play out if this went all the way. And what if one of my fantasies turned sour? Since I didn't have control what would that mean?

Over the past month we had conversed about my limitations and his desires. But we both had certain limitations and desires. Neither of us was into '****'. I didn't want any other women present if he decided on having guests and there was no way I was going to be photographed or do anything in public. One of his desires was to have me hang from my arms, bound, gagged and blindfolded. Something I had never considered. But an escapade such as this would obviously find areas of agreement and others of exploration so I had agreed. In fact there was much we hadn't discussed about what would happen since this was a journey and not a rulebook. Suffice it to say he was the Dom,

The steps to baggage claim were just ahead. I only had brought a plain black with wheels 'carry-on'. Looking around I hadn't seen anyone with the old luggage with handles. Whatever happened to that stuff? Where did it go?

I was so nervous walking down those steps I watched my feet thinking what if I were wearing heels. Don knew I hadn't done dress up except for when I was much younger. Would he expect me to wear heels? Nor had I ever applied makeup except for lipstick once. What would he expect me to do? He was aware I had never tried to walk in heels and that my legs weren't shaved though they weren't very hairy either. None of that had mattered to Don. It's part of why I was willing to come.

During the past month we had talked about these moments and those to come. If we got to the part of my walking in dressed in whatever he wanted me to wear he would become "Sir" and I'd be "Slut" or any other name he chose.

It was late Friday afternoon and my return ticket was for 1pm Sunday. So the next 48 hours would be interesting whether we went all the way or even if I just went home. The escalator ended and I pulled my bag behind me as I walked to baggage claim and waited at the spot Don had picked out.

What was I doing here? This fluttered through my mind as I trembled inside with the fear of an early British explorer mapping the African jungles hearing unheard sounds from undiscovered *******. And then I heard the word Don had said he would use to identify himself.

"Miss," he whispered into my left ear.

Startled I stepped back and turned to the voice. There he was. He was somewhere around 50 plus with salt and pepper hair. He was taller then me but not much but his voice made him appear stockier. He was wearing jeans and before I could really see more his voice penetrated my consciousness.

"Follow me," he stipulated.

This meant we were taking the next step. If he had said, "Sorry wrong person" then I would have simply walked over to ticketing and seen if I could get a flight home.

I turned to follow him and as we had earlier agreed I walked a few paces behind as if we were strangers, which of course we were. As I pulled my bag along on its wheels I couldn't decide how I felt about him physically. I was more drawn by what I knew about him over our month of emails then the details of the body walking in front of me.

One of his emails mentioned how he likes to have "her nipples and tip of her clitty clamped and chained together with the leash attached to them." What Don meant by the leash attached I could only imagine. Did it mean he would walk her? Would it hurt? Was this going to be me soon?

Don walked through the electronic sliding doors as I followed him into the parking lot and then to his F150. In a few minutes we were driving north along the highway to his house. We didn't talk along the way. That had been his decision in an email. He said we were in this for the experience and talking away before the final step would cloud things.

Now I'm not stupid. I mitigated the risk by getting his home address, his full name, his phone number etc and before I had left I wrote a letter explaining to whoever read it if I didn't get back on Sunday what had happened. The note, which I had mailed to myself a week earlier, sat in a drawer on the hall table near my front door. I was sure it would be found by Tuesday if I didn't return since I had paper clipped it to the check for my cleaning lady. She'd figure it was for her and open it. The letter was very simple. His name, address, email, phone was listed as well as a brief note explaining he was trying to blackmail me and I had gone to meet with him. I figured that would be enough to get things moving if I didn't return.


The F150 rolled away from the city its deep throaty exhaust mesmerizing me as the trees became the scenery with the buildings lessening. It was a small city with a regional airport and before long we had exited the Interstate onto a state road driving through farmland. About half-hour after we had left the airport we turned into the driveway of a quite ordinary ranch house. The house was set back from the road. On the side we had driven by was a large piece of farmland. I couldn't see if there were neighbors on the other side because a dense hedge lined the right of the driveway.

The privacy of the place was just as Don had described it in his email. I got out of the car, we walked up the stoop and Don opened the door. We hadn't really talked during the drive. Oh, Don had said something about the weather but really this wasn't a typical social visit and I had kept quiet. Actually what we had been emailing about doing and now were near carrying out most would think was quite anti-social.

Once inside the house Don told me to go sit in the living room on the wooden chair. He went to the kitchen and I walked into the living room. It was moderately furnished with a sofa, two easy chairs and a flat screen TV on the wall. All in all it was in good shape but it was definitely a single man's decorating touch. A bit away from the center was the chair Don had mentioned, It was a simple bar stool. It didn't go with the furniture but when I looked around I could see on the other side of the foyer what would have been the dining room a round table with several of the same bar stools around it. (You know the kind that are chair height.) I sat down.

I'm not sure how long I sat there perhaps for 10 minutes when Don came out ******** a beer and plinked down in his sofa looking at me.

Again time passed. Part of me wanted to call a cab but the other part wondered what he was thinking. Would he ask me to call a cab? I mean asking me here it should be up to me but listen I'm not very girl looking and he may be changing his mind. But, if he told me to go up and change I was suppose to not only change my outfit but also everything else as best I could. In other words I was to be his submissive slut girl when I came back down.

More time passed as he drank his beer. He sat with his legs spread apart and his other hand reached down to his balls to move his penis but to me it was sexual not simply a matter of releasing his penis. He finished his beer and put the bottle down on the coffee table.

A small smile broke through his lips as his voice floated over that smile saying, "Slut, go upstairs and change."

This was the moment. My 'ah ha' moment as I rose wondering if I should call a cab or not. By the time I was on the third step of the hallway stairs I realized it was not a cab I was calling it was the tramp inside me.

When I got to the top of the stairs I saw an 11x8 piece of paper with the word SLUT and an arrow in red magic marker. I followed it to the end of the hall and opened the door to the room with another piece of paper with just the word SLUT on it.

The room was pink and white and on the bed was a piece of paper. Next to the paper was a matching pair of white panties and bra from some Adam and Eve catalogue. There was also a pair of clip-on gold dangling earrings, white thigh-high stockings, white opened-toe strappy shoes, a spray bottle of "Faith" perfume and a tube of Target "Denver Sheer Blushy Pink lipstick. Seems Don had done his shopping on-line.

Also on the bed was a small gift-wrapped box. It was wrapped in pink paper with a yellow store bought bow and a card with just, "SLUT" in printer script pink.

I picked up the note also computer generated in the same color. It simply said, "Take off all your clothes, take a shower, put on only what is on the bed, You'll notice the panties have a small hole cut out in the front that is where your clit will hang from. Open the box after you've done everything else and do what it says. Then, come back downstairs, Sir."

Twenty minutes later I was opening the box and found a small pink butt plug, a bottle of lube and a note. "Put this in your pussy and come downstairs immediately."

Walking down the stairs with the plug in my ass, my clit hanging out of the hole (which I noticed had been sewn with a pink elastic edging) wearing moderately high heels was both exhilarating and fearful. I thought back to those steps going down to the baggage claim area. I was looking at my feet now but they were girly toes and I was being very careful how I walked.

At the bottom of the steps I could see the table was actually a poker table to my right. It brought back the memory of an email he had sent telling me of another sub who had serviced his friends at a poker party one night. The chips were on the table just as my chips were now as I turned left and went into the living room.

Standing in front of Don in bra, panties, butt plug, stockings and heels smelling very girly waiting made my penis swell poking out of the elasticized hole.

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High School Dilemma


I should have known better. It was such a stupid thing and it didn't even work out. Here I was graduating from High School. I had just turned eighteen and it was the last week of school. How could I have done it? Why did I take the chance? Kelly was probably the prettiest girl in school. Her hair was long and blond. Not much different then mine. Actually we were both about 5' 5" and weighed around 120 pounds. But, Kelly was Joe's girlfriend. At least she had been for the last two years until the school Prom a week ago.

Joe on the other hand was huge. He was nineteen and had been the star defensive end of the school football team. Well over six feet tall and weighing somewhere north of 200 pounds with a mean streak he was someone to avoid at all cost. Stories abounded about how he had beaten the **** out of some kid who had gotten in his way. Or had gotten into a brawl during the weekend. His older brother Sean had been the meanest kid the school had ever known. He had graduated three years ago. Someone had said he was at least twenty when the school sent him on his way. Apparently he had been in a correctional facility since then for a melee at a local bar. Why Kelly went out with Joe was beyond everyone. But as she had said at the prom Joe just wouldn't let her leave.

Anyhow, at the school prom last week we had all had a bit to ***** and was having a great time. Over the years every guy had fantasized about Kelly and at the dance she was the knockout of all time. She wore a beautiful green sequin dress with a matching headband. They accentuated her hazel eyes. Similar to mine except mine were a bit greener. Soft white skin and red lips just beckoned to be kissed. There she was standing by herself near the punch bowl when the ****** convinced me to go over and talk with her. Me with no muscle tone and white skin, the class poet and by luck had avoided being the class wimp by going home right after school had walked over and said, "Hi Kelly." She had had a few *****s also and was very friendly. Before much time had elapsed Kelly and I were back in a school hallway and had started kissing. I still don't know why she had kissed me. It had seemed to unfold so naturally and her lips were warm and tongue sweet to the taste.

But suddenly, there was Joe. He was red and furious. Kelly turned to him and told him to be still and that she was no longer his girlfriend and that she preferred me. I stood dumbfounded and scared but Joe just yelled at Kelly and stared ferociously at me and then left us. I took Kelly home that night and we kissed some more at her house and held hands. The next day at school Kelly avoided me all day and when we finally met up she said I just wasn't her type and asked it we could "just be friends."

Well, I didn't like the outcome, but what could I do. I asked her whether she was going back with Joe. She said "no way. I'm glad this happened. Now I'm rid of him and can have a fun summer and be free at college next year." I looked at Kelly so pretty in her pink sweater and gray skirt and thought to myself at least I had had a moment with her.

That was last week and all through that week Joe would scowl at me every time he saw me. I wasn't much worried since we lived in different sections of town and Joe was so caught up in sports that he had practice everyday for something after school. So I left at the bell and went home. There was only one week to go and then summer. We would never meet again. At least that was what I thought until yesterday afternoon. The last Monday of the last week of High School was yesterday and now things had changed.

I had left school just after bell. Wearing jeans and sneakers I walked the trail through the woods to my home. I had been doing it for as long as I could remember. The woods were about hundred acres of underbrush, trails and huge oak trees that separated the school from the north side of town. It was on the north side that the socio-economically well off lived. Joe and his brother lived south of the school in a project. I had never even been to that part of town. Apparently there were empty dilapidated buildings and trouble. Not a place I would ever travel to.

So, there I was about halfway into the woods when all of sudden I felt someone knock me down and start punching me. He punched my face, my stomach and before long I was crying. When I looked up I saw Joe. He looked down at me and with spit shooting from my mouth he yelled at me for breaking up his relationship with Kelly. I sat up and he yelled at me that I'd better not get up, unless I wanted to really get my "ass kicked in." So I sat there on the ground in the woods as he continued his tirade. I saw him looking at me and then he called me a sissy girl because I was crying. I was about to get up and try not being a sissy when he punched me again. He said that I had a choice. I could be the sissy he knew I was and not show any macho stuff. Then he said if I acted like a sissy, he wouldn't punch me but instead would slap me like he would a girl. Or else, I should get up and he would beat me silly.

I was in such pain and no match for him I just sat there simpering. He laughed a little and then called me Jill. My real name is Bill. He taunted me calling me JILL, JILL, JILL. I sat there thinking I'd rather be thought a sissy than being punched silly. Let him have his moment I thought. School would be out soon. It would all be over. Then he smiled and told me if I didn't do exactly what he said right now he would beat "the **** out of me everyday this week." So I sat there.

"Spread you legs and hold them open and close your eyes. If you move I'll give you a spanking so hard you won't be able to sit in school tomorrow and everyone will know," Joe taunted.

So, I sat with my legs spread apart as he towered over me. "Remember, don't move," he warned. And then he unzipped his fly, pulled out his cock (I didn't see it, but I sensed it), and before I realized it he was peeing on my jeans right between my legs. Soaking my jeans and underwear and I could feel my balls warm with his pee as he loudly said, " I claim you for my property and thus mark you with my piss as proof forever."

As I started to move away from his pee he leaned over and slapped my face and said, "don't." So, there I was sitting splayed and letting him empty his bladder on balls. I was so humiliated. When he finished he shook his cock and some pee droplets flickered on my nose and eye. He laughed.

Looking down at me as he zipped his fly he continued with the following. "As you punishment for the next week you will get a pair of panties from your sister. They had better be satin. You will wear them everyday this week. If you don't wear them I will spank your ass red. Do you understand?"

In a squeaky voice I answered yes.

He seemed pleased with himself and looked down at the dark pee stained crotch, laughed and then left me there. After I was sure he was gone I got up. He urine smelled so strong. As I ran home ashamed, holding my hand over my pee soaked genitals, the earlier warmth of his pee turned cold. I managed to get home and upstairs to my room without anyone seeing me. But I had to wash his deep yellow urine out of my white jockeys and also my jeans. I could smell that odor all night even when it was gone. So fearful of him was I that I managed to get a pair of white satin panties from my sister Jane. Jane was two years older then me but we were about the same size.

I put the panties on the next morning and went down to breakfast. I was so nervous. I thought everyone could tell. I was thankful that Jane was gone for the next 8 weeks. She was a counselor at a camp in North Carolina and had gone there a week early to set up for all the kids that would come next week. She loved being a counselor at camp but she was also very feminine. During the rest of the year she dressed very hot. When I got the panties from her dresser I was amazed that they were the only white pair. She had all sorts of things like thongs etc.

Mom and Dad were sitting at the breakfast table when I came down. Dad started the talk. "Bill, next weekend Mom and I are going to go on a two week business/ vacation. I just talked you Mom into going. I convinced her you can take care of yourself and will be responsible. We are going to be on a sailing cruise in the Caribbean and will call you when we have a chance in port. Since this is a real outback sort of adventure we don't know when we'll reach you so be sure to change the message on the answer machine each day. That way we will know you're ok."

Mom smiled at me and asked whether I'd be ok. I forgot about wearing the panties and told them to have a great time and that I would be fine. Mom also told me she had called the Mr. Weingold who ran the local grocery store and had advised him that I would be alone and that I could charge what I needed at the grocery store. "Also, Sid (Mr. Weingold) said he would check in on you at some time next week. He's going fishing for a few days and will call or stop by when he gets back," Mom said.

Mr. Weingold was a fat slob I thought to myself. I had never been nice to him, but my parents thought he was a nice man. Dad sometimes mused as to why at 48 he had never married. I knew why. Who would marry a 250-pound fat slob who was unkempt and dirty?

I assured them everything would be fine and went to school.

So, here I was sitting in class with satin panties over my ass and Joe keeping an eye on me. However the day went by without incident until I went to my locker at the end of the day. There was a note inside. I opened it. All it said was I had gotten by the first day and could go home safe. But in order to be safe the next day I would have to wear the panties and shave all the hair off my body. If I left any hair except for a proper little patch I would be beaten tomorrow. There was a cut out of a girl who was shaved except for a patch over her pussy. In deep blue ink written on the top right of the picture with a pointing arrow were the two words, LIKE THIS.

At home that night I thought to myself it was a lot better to do what Joe wanted then to get beaten. Also, he hadn't even bothered me. Perhaps I would get through the week ok. So, I shaved my body that night and made the little patch above my dick. As I did so I wondered how big my dick was compared to Joe's. I hadn't seen his as he peed. I had my eyes closed. Mine was a good four inches when hard and not very thick either. I hadn't seen anyone else's since freshman year. I had finished my required PE that year and had avoided all things that would require group showers. I thought, I bet he's smaller then me. They always say big guys have small dicks. And that made me feel better as I drained the tub and dried off.

The next morning at breakfast my parents told me they would put everything I needed on the refrigerator and in the drawer next to it. They would be leaving Saturday morning early so they could fly to Florida and catch their ship. Dad was really excited about getting away. Again I assured mom everything would be ok and went to school wearing the panties and fully shaved. I wore a long sleeve shirt and kept it buttoned up. Joe looked at me and smiled. But again the day went without incident except when I got to my locker. Again there was note. This time I was to find a pair of my sister's pantyhose and wear them on Wednesday with the panties underneath.

Well, none of this bothered me much since I wasn't getting beaten and no one knew what was happening. It was easy to comply. The next day I sat in class shaved, pantied and panty hosed. The silken panties made me squirm sometimes and I would nearly get hard but nothing I couldn't handle. Another note said for me to take a nice bath with my sister's bath bubble and wear a piece of scotch tape on both my nipples.

I got through Thursday and thought only one day left. School would be out and this would be all over. What I thought was the last note came in with a little box. It said I was to open the box that night and wear everything plus what was in the box for Friday. If I did this, there would be only one last thing and I would get that in my locker when I cleaned in out Friday.

That night at home I opened the small box and saw a butt plug in it. I was shocked. A little note said "PUT IT IN NOW!" I had made it through the week. This was so humiliating but only one more day I thought as I pushed it up my ass and went to bed.

The next morning sitting there at breakfast my parents giving me last minute instructions I felt my cheeks go red. Mom asked if I was sick. I said no and hurried out to school feeling the plug move in my ass as I walked.

I sat in class squirming a bit as Joe looked at me and smiled. At the end of the day I went to my locker and cleared my stuff. There was one more envelope. It said to be opened as soon as I got home. I hurried home figuring that it was over and Joe would simply give me a note laughing about what he had made me done. I rushed upstairs to my room and sat down. I didn't even take the plug out because I wanted to read the note first.

The note said, "Your final act of *********** will occur tomorrow. You've come through the week so don't mess up now. At 10am meet me in the same place we were last week in the woods. Make sure you're wearing a bra and perfume and everything else you wore this week. OR ELSE." I was afraid as I read this but again I thought I could handle one day even if he peed on me again. Then I would be safe at home away from Joe forever.

Saturday morning my Mom opened the door to my room and said, "bye Bill, see you in two weeks. Are you still sick? If you are, call Dr. Jones. The number is on the refrigerator. Also we've left reminders like the changing of the message each day." I told her to have a great time, not to worry and would seem them in two weeks. She left the room. I looked at my clock it was 7 am.

By 9:30 I was sitting in the kitchen with the plug up my ass. Panties and panty hose on and a white cotton bra covering my scotch taped nipples. Twenty minutes later I put the perfume on. Something called "Opium" and went to meet my fate with Joe. I thought as I walked to the woods that in an hour I would be home and this would be over. He would either beat me silly or let me go.

When I got to the site, Joe was there. He said, "hello Jill, everything ok?" I smiled meekly and nodded yes.

"Okay honey, he said, now just take off what's covering everything. Tell me what you're wearing and fashion show it to me. Tell me about the perfume etc and what the whole week was like and we're through. Okay.

I asked him if I had to and he slapped my face hard and demanded, "YES."

As my face stung, I removed my jeans and shirt and stood there in everything telling him about the week. When I was finished he told me to take off the panty hose. As I removed them he told me to make sure that I turned and bent over so he could feel if I was wearing the butt plug and that I should make my voice sound as feminine as possible. Since I had sung soprano in the school choir and my voice had not really gotten deep yet, I was able to comply.

Standing there in the warm early June sun I turned wearing the bra and panties with my skin shaved. He rubbed my ass as felt the plug (I felt my penis stir a bit as he did this. I didn't know why) and grunted an affirmation that it was there and then slapped my ass as I stood and turned facing him again. He asked me what perfume I was wearing and I said in my most feminine voice, "I am wearing the Opium perfume."

"It smells very nice and feminine," he said. "Now show me how you shaved your crotch and explain what you did."

I pulled my panties open and showed him the patch of pubic hair that remained while explaining how I shaved myself. My voice was falsetto and I could hear how I sounded very girlish. As I stood there with my panties held open a cool breeze and my nervous soon found my dick harden a bit more. He smiled and laughed.

He picked up my jeans and shirt and threw them about 10 feet away. "And now for the final thing. So that you never, ever, try to take a girl from me, I want you to unzip my fly and jerk me off into your panties." As I started to protest, he slapped me again and said that he would take my clothes and leave me here if I didn't. He also said I was to talk to him as I jerked him off asking, better yet, he said, "begging him to cum on my little clitty." I was trapped. I was about to say something but he slapped me again. I thought, it would be over soon if I just do this now. At least I don't have to suck him off or anything. I can do this.

As I unzipped his fly he instructed me to hold my panties open and jerk him off with the other hand. Taking his cock out I realized how wrong I was. Soft it was at least 5" long and thick. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Quite a beauty isn't it," he asked?

I held it in my hand ashamed as it began to grow. I wondered how big it would be hard. As if he could hear me think, he said, "eight inches and a handful thick."

Holding his cock and pulling it I realized he was tall enough that his cock actually higher then my navel. Jerking him off he smiled as I told him how "big he was and how I wanted his cum in my panties."

He felt my ass and played with the plug and petted my hair and head, as he grew larger and larger until his manhood was tremendous. He started to grunt and I knew he would cum soon. I looked down just as he shot his precum up and hit my face. The first load of spunk also shot up to my nose and dripped down eventually falling into my panties. I pushed his cock down and jerked the rest of his spunk down into my panties washing my 'clitty' with his cum. Actually it covered my little dick and a puddle formed in the cotton crotch. He moaned a bit more and finished cumming.

I let my panties go and they closed his cum around my balls and he whispered in my ear to finish by licking the head of his cock clean and then thank him with a comment and a curtsy.

Since it was just about over, I did what he said and leaned down and licked the last droplet of cum from his cockhead.

And then I let go, he stepped back a few inches and I curtsied saying, "thank you Joe for letting me have your cum in my panties."

I asked if I was finished and he said yes but one last thing would be perfect. Then he took his hand and rubbed my cum soaked panties against my balls and told me to mix my cum with his so would we "be united as one in this ordeal."

Unbelievably my little cockette hardened and before long I sighed as I shot my load into his load in my panties filling them with a soggy cum mess.

Sighing, I asked, "Can I go now?" (I was still using the feminine voice.)

The next thing I heard was Joe calling out, "Sean time to come out."

Sean came out carrying a video camera. Embarrassed I tried to turn but Joe grabbed my arm and told me to just stand still. Then Sean showed me the entire event. Nothing that Joe had said was filmed. Only his chest and below was shown. But everything I did was very visible and culminated with me shooting in my panties filled with Joe's cum. I started crying.

Joe put his arm around me and softly said, "Stop crying Jill. You know that Kelly dumped me last week. There's no way I could get another girl and the summer is here. So Sean and I thought you'd make the perfect 'Summer Girl' until someone comes around. You see, I like to cum three or four times a day. Kelly use to handle that for me and now you can.

He picked up my clothes and told me to put them on and they would walk me home. I said it was okay I could go home by myself. He slapped me and said, "Do you want a spanking? Just remember to say yes to my questions and act like a good girl and everything will be fine. Otherwise I will publish this flick on the Internet and email it to the whole school and send a copy to your college. So, put on your clothes and we will walk you home. I want to know exactly where you live so I can pick you up when I need you."

So, I put on my jeans and shirt and walked with them. The cum squished inside my panties as I walked and Joe made sure I kept talking (very girly like) about how it felt and how much I liked it and how I looked forward to his three or four loads a day. Sean just laughed as we walked through the woods to my house. They were amazed as they came to my house. We were on six acres of land. You couldn't even see our neighbors. The lot next to ours was empty and the next lot was still under construction. The other side of the house backed up against the woods and wetlands. "Fuck," Sean said, "this is much better then where we live. So this is how the rich live."

When we got to the kitchen door, I was saying goodbye when Sean said he had to, "take a leak." I let him in forgetting about my parents and everything and showed him the bathroom. As I did so, Joe stood in the kitchen waiting. I walked back into the kitchen and saw Joe reading the note on the refrigerator. I turned ashen white as he said, "Alone for two weeks. Hmmmm." Just as I started to protest Sean came back into the kitchen and Joe explained the note to him.

"Take your jeans and shirt off," Joe said.

"Please go," I said forgetting my feminine voice.

"Now you'll get a spanking as well for answering back and not using the right voice. NOW TAKE THEM OFF..NOW!" He slapped me so hard a fell against the refrigerator and landed on the tile floor. The cum oozed as I landed.

"Well," Sean said, "We are just going to be staying here the next two weeks so you'd better get use to it or be dead." His eyes showed the mean fire of intent. There was nothing I could do about it.

"Now get up and take your jeans and shirt off and lie over my ass for a spanking," Joe chimed in.

"You're going to be our live in girlfriend for the next two weeks," Sean laughed.

Crying I got up and removed my jeans and shirt.

"Oh look Sean, Jill has a puddle of cum that has stained her panties," Joe snickered and then slapped his knee for me to lie down for my spanking.

Both my cheeks were stinging hot as I stood there in the cum puddle filled satin panties and bra my soft white skin exposed and the two big brothers enjoying themselves. As I walked over to Joe my hips swayed as I moved with the butt plug and the cum puddle sobbing as I did.

"I like that walk Jill make sure you sway all the time. Make believe your knees are tied closer than your ankles," Sean chided. "Gosh, she sure is pretty Joe. I think this is going to be great."

I stood in front of Joe as he snickered and tapped his knee and then lay down in my bra and panties. "I think we'll just pull the panties down a little in back so you can enjoy the spanking and the cum at the same time," Joe said as he pulled my panties down over my ass but left them on. Then he began to spank me HARD. Over and over again his hand smacked my ass and I cried out and then started sobbing uncontrollably.

When he finished he said, "There you are Sissy, now stand up and thank me. Tell me you're sorry and will do your girlish best to be pleasant to me and my brother."

I got up. My ass was burning from the heat. I knew my goose was cooked. So, in a quivering little girlish voice I thanked Joe for the spanking and promised to be the best little sissy girl he had ever met. I would try to meet all his feminine needs.

"Ok, Jill, that's enough. Now show Sean and I around this mansion." We walked from room to room. Through dining room, living room and then into the game room that had a pool table and a card table when Sean said it would be great to have some friends over to play cards and pool. Joe agreed and said Saturday night was a great night to have friends over and since this was Saturday he would call some friends to come over later.

"That's ok with you Jill, isn't it," Joe said without expecting a reply. I asked it I could talk and Joe said Ok. So, trying to be very feminine and not get another spanking, I said how much trouble I would get in if there was mess or anything was broken. Joe simply replied that I would be in charge of cooking, cleaning and cum. "You know all those little girly things. That will make you a happy sissy. You can do all the housekeeping." Sean interjected that I would also do the wash. But that he expected his shorts to be hand washed and ironed since he was now on the right side of the tracks. Joe loved that idea and told me to do the same thing.

"Now, show us the rest of the house," Joe said as he put his arm around my waist and then lowered his hand to rub my ass as we walked upstairs. I showed him my parents bedroom and my bedroom, the guest room and finally my sister Jane's room. When we entered her room Sean immediately asked, "So this must be your room?"

I looked aghast but before I could say anything Joe demanded I show him all my things. Joe opened one drawer that had lots of sexy colorful panties and bras and asked if they were mine? I meekly replied, "Yes." Another draw had stockings and under them there was an electric vibrator. Sean laughed and wanted to know if I used it at night when I couldn't get some real COCK. He reached out and touched my scotch taped nipples and continued. That was the first time he had touched me and I shivered as I thought about it.

"What's in here," he asked as he opened Jane's large closet. One section had a whole bunch of slutty clothes. "Yes, these will fit you fine," Joe said as he rearranged the closet and told me I should wear what was on the left side unless told otherwise. Then we went into her, or as they said, my bathroom. There was a magazine rack with some girl magazines and Playgirl. Joe looked at it and told me to "be sure only to read such things from now on."

Sean came in carrying a pair of red heeled shoes and told me to put them on and to learn how to walk before tonight. There was a vanity with make-up, curling iron, rollers etc. On the right was a magazine opened to a page that showed how you could easily curl your hair. It was a step-by-step comparison with everything there that was needed. Obviously Jane had intended to try it out. There was a bottle of L'Oreal hair dye that was lighter then my own color. Both Sean and Joe smiled and told me that the first thing I should do when they gave me leave was to do my hair, nails, and face.

Opening the drawer on the left proved filled with packets of glue on nails. There were red nails, pink nails, clear, white and others. "I think pink nails and don't forget your toenails with matching lipstick should be good. Oh, and use these." Sean handed me a box that had a pair of false eyelashes in it.

Joe and Sean said they would look over the rest of the house. Since it was before noon, I was to take the next three hours and get myself looking real good. "Leave the panties on, we'll tell you when to change them and don't sulk. You don't have time and if you aren't ready by 3pm I'll bring my three Doberman's over and let them fuck you till you cry. Now, get ready honey," he said as they walked out of the room and closed the door.

As much as I just wanted to cry or run away I knew that if I left the house would be trashed. The pictures would be published. My parents would disown me. The only thing I could do was what they wanted and hope when my parents got back I could leave and go away for the rest of the summer: the rest of my life. With my panties stuck to my, what did Joe say I should call it. Oh, yes, either my 'sissy stick' or my 'sissy clit.'

They had left the door open and could hear them using the phone. I heard them call the market and place an order to be delivered. Then Sean was taking to some friends. I heard 7pm and my address.

"Are you getting ready Sissy," Joe called up from downstairs? While I followed the instructions and dyed my hair and then curled it, I didn't know that Sean had used the Jeep in the garage and gone home and returned. Putting on the nails and painting my toe nails I though back to just a week ago as I sat on the ground and Joe peed on my crotch. I should have known right then but of course I didn't. As dumb as I thought Joe was, it was obvious that his talent lay in sexual domination.

My panties stuck as the rollers did their thing, I pulled them out and then when I put my hands to my head I could smell his cum. Gosh, he had only cum one time today so far and I didn't know what Sean could do. The only thing I knew was that I was their 'sissy cunt' and would be such for the next two weeks.

Because of the smell of Joe's cum I splashed some more perfume over me. It was nearly 2pm when I removed the curlers and brushed my lightened gold hair. The whole thing had worked. I looked in the mirror and saw a feminine outline to my face. Then I put on the eyelashes, some powder and I had found on the page of the hairdo a bullet telling me to turn to page 32 for make-up tips with this hairdo. Again, Jane had everything I needed and since I had been in school plays and was a fairly good artist, I was able to copy what it said and by 2:30 my face and hair was a feminine as any girl. I stopped and was admiring my work and didn't notice Sean standing there. He smiled when I saw him and said he was pleased that I liked being their girl. I looked ashamed as I heard him. But then he said for me to close my eyes and not move. Before I knew what had happened I felt two punches on my left ear. He told me to be still and then I felt one on my right ear. He said for me to keep my eyes closed for another minute and when I was allowed to open them I could see two gold studs in my left ear and one in my right ear. There was nothing I could do.

"You didn't know I did piercing did you Jill you lucky girl," he said. Joe walked in amazed and walked over to me looking into the mirror from behind. Our eyes met in the mirror. "You're prettier then Kelly," he said. "Now one more thing," he said as he held my shoulders. Sean used something to open my mouth and hold it open. They were so strong I couldn't fight back and again before I knew it my tongue had been pierced and a silver ball with pin and screw on ball had been placed through my tongue.

"Perfect," Sean said. "Usually I get a couple of hundred dollars for this but you can pay me back somehow later. Ok, Jill?"

Joe reminded me as he said for the last time by whispering in my ear and I thanked Sean for taking such good care of me and making me pretty.

"Now don't forget with that pierced tongue," Sean said, "you can drive a guy crazy by rubbing it on his dick or when licking his asshole. A guy knows when a chick is doing her best and our friends who are coming over aren't very nice to chicks that don't do their best. As a matter of fact, Jimmy likes a girl who knows how to lick asshole so make sure you don't fuck up with him or anyone else."

The next thing I knew was Joe had lowered my bra and held me again while Sean pierced my nipples and put bars through them that held a chain that hung down. I was so shocked as I saw myself in the mirror. But before I even had a chance to think about all of this Sean and Joe told me to get up and lean over the bed. I was so submissive at this moment I went to the bed and leaned over right way.

"Good girl," Sean said as he gentle slapped my sore ass cheeks. He rolled down my panties and said to Joe to hold me. Before long he had put a tattoo on my left ass cheek, on my right ass cheek and one above my ass crack. (Later I learned my two cheeks said spank me and the words above my ass crack said, Piss & Cum In Here, with an arrow pointing down.) By 5pm a band of tattoo surrounded my ankle in a geometric pattern that actually repeated the word, "SISSYJILL." Just above my pubic mound was in small block letters--sissy clit.

Also in small letter on the back of my thigh below my panty line was the words in the wings of a butterfly and in color saying, "Pull my panties down." I would learn later what I couldn't read. And finally over my left nipple was the words, "I love(in the form of a heart) to lick ass."

I couldn't believe it. Joe and Sean had put some clothes on the bed and told me to be ready downstairs by 6pm. Joe whispered in my ear just before they left that he still had at least 3 loads of cum for me tonight.

I stood looking in the mirror at my ear studs; titty clamps with chain and then opened my mouth and looked at the silver ball through my tongue. Gosh in less than 7 hours look where I was. I went to the bed and saw what they had put out for me. There was a pink spaghetti strap camisole that no matter how I tried would not cover up that heart. The skirt was a skimpy black silk that didn't even cover my entire panties so that little design with "pull my panties down" was quite visible. A pair of white socks that had a frilly overhang and didn't cover my anklet tattoo. Also, I had never see socks like this because they were cut out so my pink toes showed. A black satin ****** and black open toed shoes with thin straps up my feet with my toes showing. The shoes had heels but weren't as high as what I had been practicing in so I was able to walk in them.

There was Jane's tennis bracelet that I also put on and a pink butterfly clip for my hair. When I looked in the full-length mirror on the closet door I couldn't believe the slut I saw. Anyone sitting down could easily see my panties.

"Are you ready Sissy," Sean called from downstairs. "Come to the game room as soon as you are," he continued. I wasn't ready as a person but I had no choice but to go down. As I entered the game room Sean was filming me walking in. The skirt although not real tight felt like it would tear off if I took big steps so I was very careful as I walked in.

"WOW!" Joe stammered. "You are one fucking great looking cum magnet," Joe continued and then said harshly I should always be polite when a guy gives you a compliment. He raised his hand and I knew it was a signal. So, not to get smacked I turned to Joe and said, "Thank you."

"Ok, I love to get a good blow job right now," Joe said, but Sean said it would mess me up so soon before the guys arrived. Instead, Sean said, "why don't you give her a fresh load in her panties."

So there I was in my house totally different than earlier in the woods but doing the same thing. This time he had me use some Vaseline as I jerked him off. While I was doing this Sean put on some music and Joe's cock got hard as a rock. He wanted me to smell it and lick it a couple of times and then he held my skirt up and pulled my panties out. Sean just watched and Joe kept telling me what a good "little cum slut," I was.

The next thing I knew he was blowing another thick load of cum on my sissy clit and down into a puddle in the cotton crotch, which was filled with dry cum from earlier. As if on cue, as soon as he had finished and I had pulled up my cum filled panties tight against me the doorbell rang.

"Go answer the door Jill," Sean said. As I walked Joe's fresh load of cum slathered against my balls. I got to the door ashamed of my predicament and opened it. There were 3 guys standing there. In my pretty girl voice I said, "Hello, won't you please come in." One guy was nearly six and half feet tall. He was the last to walk in and he walked over to me, put his arms around me and said, "Hi Jill, I'm Jimmy." And before I could do anything he leaned down and started to kiss me on the lips and then pushing his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his massive cock against upper chest. I he was standing erect his cock would be almost mouth high. As he kissed me he played with my ass and then rubbed the front of my panties. The cum oozed around as he did that and he stepped back and with a smile said, "hmmm looks like you get wet easily." Then he saw the little heart over my left breast and said, "Well Jill, I love to have my assed licked so I guess we're going to have a great time together."

So, this was the Jimmy they had talked about earlier. The other two guys had walked in and were talking with Sean. Both seemed pretty fit, perhaps early twenties.

Jimmy told me to get him a beer. As I turned to go to the kitchen Sean called out that I was to curtsy and say, "Yes Sir" when a man was talking to me. I turned back to Jimmy and curtsied saying, "Yes Sir." But, again Sean called out and reminded me that a proper curtsy was with my fingers holding the hem of my skirt and pulling the skirt out a bit. So again I curtsied and said "Yes Sir."

Just then Joe chimed in and told me that since I wasn't a 'proper' girl that I should do a different type of curtsy. This he said would entail holding the hem of my skirt a little towards the front and when I curtsied I would pull the skirt up showing my panties and I wasn't to rise back up until the man gave me permission by either tapping me on the head or a verbal acknowledgement.

So again I curtsied but this time I held the front of my black silk skirt showing my cum soaked white satin crotch. My pink spaghetti strap camisole hung in such a way I knew Jimmy could see the chain going from one nipple to the other.

"Hey honey your pussy is really wet," he said as he grinned. And since I couldn't rise until he said so I found myself teetering on the red high-heeled shoes. Nothing seemed to match except for the sluttiness.

Finally Jimmy said I could get up and get him that beer. While I walked to the kitchen passing one of the other guys (I found out later his name was Paul) he stopped me and told me to raise the back of my skirt so he could see my tattoo better.

It was at this point that I finally found out what was written. Out loud Paul read the words pull my Panties down.

"Great tattoo Sissy Jill," he said. (Obviously he could read my ankle tattoo as well). Then he proceeded to pull them down as I held my skirt up. First he read out loud the words "piss and cum in here," with the arrow pointing to my hole and with enjoyment said he would be "glad to later." Then he pulled them down some more and read the two words, one on each ass cheek, saying, "Spank me."

"Absolutely," he replied, "but just a little later." He began to pull my panties back up when he said to his friend, "Larry do you think I should keep her panties rolled down in the back so we don't forget what she wants?"

Larry replied with a quick "Yeah, sure Paul that's a great idea."

And then Paul rolled my panties down over my ass and left them in front with the puddle of cum against my "peni-clit" or "puny-clit" I'm not sure what he said.

"Get me a beer also Jill," Paul said. So I turned and curtsied with my bare ass against the black satin skirt and my white cum filled panties in the front waiting for him to give me permission to get up. He took his index finger and put it under my chin and suggested I should smell his crotch before I got up. My nose touched the fabric of his trousers at the base of his balls. "Sniff it boy-cunt," he demanded. When he wasn't satisfied with my nasal inhalation he grabbed my hair and pulled it and then I sniffed hard and long. I could smell masculine sweat, stale urine and a bit of a hidden musky odor.

"Ok, now you can get up and get me that beer. I just wanted you to get use to the smell of the perfume that should turn you on. When you smell this you can't be far from good spunk." Paul pulled my hair and I knew to get up. My curtsy finished I walked to the kitchen my bare ass being rubbed by the black silk skirt as my four-inch heels made my ass sway back and forth.

"She'll do nicely," Jimmy said to Joe as I turned into the kitchen. I started to cry as I got the beers. Four beers and four glasses I counted as I put them on the tray and started out to the living room holding the tray.

"No, No you twit," Sean yelled when he saw me. "You are waitressing us so carry the tray in one hand as they do at a bar." It was so difficult I thought I'd drop everything on the beige living room carpet but by taking smaller steps and going slower I was able to continue on. "Very sexy walk, I like it," Joe said.

For the next hour or so I just kept going from the kitchen to living room serving them as they watched a football game. Each time I served or picked up empties I had to bend over (the only way I was allowed), which made my skirt slide up over my ass revealing the writing on my ass.

The half came and I was serving Larry when he started to rub my ass saying, "Cunt, do you know how to fuck a cock?" I heard him ask Joe if it would be ok for, "the cunt to fuck the jism out of him?"

Joe said, "sure" and the next thing I knew I was walking with Larry holding my hand to my bedroom. As we walked Larry kept sliding his hand under my skirt and rubbing his finger in my crack. By the time we reached the stairs his index finger was pushed up my hole. He told me to grind on his finger since I was going to "fuck the jism out of him" and should show him how much I wanted it.

Walking up the stairs was so precarious. Once I teetered a bit and slid down on his finger to his knuckle. He said, "good girl." We got to my sister's room and he complimented me on the pink and girly decorations. As he closed the door he said I was going to fuck him and he began to take his belt off. Holding the belt he continued that he would use it if I didn't smile and fuck him good. He turned on the radio next to bed and told me to dance a little and then come and feel his balls and when he was hard enough I was to fuck him. If I was "lucky he would both cum and piss in me." He got up on the bed with his pants removed and only his jockey's on and his shirt. The belt was by his side curled up like a snake.

Nervously I began to dance and turn, bending over and showing him my ass as he rubbed his crotch. I looked at him and he said, "cunt just look at the prize, my cock is full with a feminine present." He was very hairy as I continued to dance. After about five minutes he removed his shorts and told me to climb up and "suck him and fuck him."

I climbed up on the bed between his legs my eyes watery from the *********** I felt. His hairy legs rubbing my soft hairless skin as my face rubbed in his balls. He was very musky smelling as I started to suck him.

"Good little cunt," he cajoled as he stroked my hair. My red lips sliding up and down on his shaft as his cock began to harden. He wasn't very long. At most 6 inches but his cock was as thick as a late summer cucumber. The corners of my mouth ached as I bobbed up and down as his cock hardened.

"Okay cunt now is the time for you to ride the rocket," he said with a smirk. I began to remove my panties but he slapped my face and said, "whore just leave your panties the way they are and fuck me." So with my panties rolled down in the back and cum filled in the front I held his cock and guided it into my (he made me say) 'pussy'.

Slowly at first his cock head began to push into me. I felt like I was being fucked. I felt like a cunt as his cock slid up my hole filling me with pressure and heat. He put his hands on my hips and said, "ride cunt." I was bouncing up and down on his cock my own 'clitty-cock' jiggling in Joe's cum puddle. Before long he started to breathe heavier and moaned, "fuck it out of me cunt. AHHHHHHHHH" and then exploded load after load of white-hot jism up my bowels, deep inside me.

He held my hips after he shot. His face was flush as he held me on his cock. "Just one more thing I need to do cunt and if you are the girl I think you are you're going to love it. He rolled me over with my face in the pillow. About a minute later, his cock softened but was still thick, he began to pee a torrent of urine up inside me. He rubbed my belly and told me this would be the first of many times he would "fill-her up."

"Now cunt when you get up don't spill a drop because if you spill any by accident, without permission, then your ass will be as red as your lips. Do you understand?" I nodded I understood. "Now when we walk back in the room I want you to look girlishly satisfied and have your fingers on my crotch. Everyone had better thing you are one happy little cunt. Oh, and fix your makeup before we go down. You need more lipstick."

I got up and felt his full load of hot piss and cum in me as I started to get off the bed. "Hey cunt, tongue wash my cock clean," Larry commanded as he slapped my ass. So I turned and saw his messy cock and moments later I had given him a tongue bath with my pierced tongue and now my mouth tasted like a sitcom and piss sauce.

"Ok now get some lipstick on and we can go downstairs," Larry said

A tear fell from the corner of my eye as I applied the lipstick and tidied myself up. I turned toward Larry and he said, "Smile." So, I smiled and we walked out of the bedroom. I had to keep my ass cheeks squeezed as we descended the stairs. I could even feel myself slosh a bit inside. Larry stopped me on the stairs and then he pulled my skirt up in the back so he could see my ass. "Just to be sure you don't spill any," he said with a satirical tone. So we began down the last half of the staircase. Larry put his hand on my ass rubbing my cheeks and telling me how proud I must feel to be carrying his load. And then he had me put my hand on his crotch as we entered the living room. As we walked into the room I wiggled a bit to hold in Larry's pee and cum cocktail.

Larry said he liked that and I should get him another beer.

The game was back in progress so the other guys were sitting around the TV but I noticed Joey smile as he looked at my hand on Larry's crotch. As I walked to the kitchen Joey turned to me and asked if "Larry was a good fuck." I said "yes" and then politely asked permission to go 'potty'.

"Larry," Joey called out, "did you take a leak in Jill?"

"Sure did Joey and I told her she'd get a spanking if any of my piss or cum leaks out."

"Well Jill, Larry wants you to keep it in until he says so, so get me a beer also," Joey said.

During the next half- hour I waddled along carrying beers to the boys feeling Larry's wetness inside with every step I took. I held it in. Then while I was serving Joey another beer he started to rub my ass and said with a cynical leer that he 'need to use the toilet.' With that he took my hand and we started walking out of the room when I heard Jimmy and Sean said they had to 'piss' also.

"You lucky cunt," Joey said as he turned and made me walk to the sofa. He had me bend over the arm of the sofa with my pee filled ass exposed to them. I heard his zipper as my face was in one of the pillows. Next he grabbed my hair and I felt his cock push into my ass.

"Larry's piss is so warm, I can feel it around my cock. I'm getting so hard. Jill is going to be so lucky because now I have to cum first. And with that he began fucking me while pulling my hair. Before long I heard him sigh and then start grunting, "here it comes cunt." And with that I knew he had shot his load.

After a few moments, with his cock still hard I felt his pee torrent into me. He continued to sigh, "AHHHHH" as he peed.

Then Jimmy with his massive cock did the same. I was so full my tummy pushed hard against the sofa's arm. When Sean started to fuck me he told the boys I was too full and Joey gave him something. He said when "a dike is full, plug it." And then he laughed while I cried. Just before Sean came he pulled out and stuck something in my ass. Later I realized it was a butt plug. He shot his load in my ass crack and told me to pull up my panties and follow him.

Walking with Sean was an ordeal I was so filled with cum and pee and the butt plug pushed even harder on my bladder. I didn't know where we were going until we got to the kitchen.

"Where are the glasses," Sean asked?

I pointed to the cabinet. Sean walked over and found one of those big beer glasses. You know the kind they give you at a brewery. This one had "Budweiser," etched into the glass

Sean said, "Perfect, " as he took the glass and instructed me to get four more beers from the fridge for the guys. Then he walked out of the kitchen with the glass leaving me to my misery.

I opened the refrigerator door and saw what remained of the beer Jimmy had brought over. It was on the lower shelf and I had to bend down to get it. I didn't dare deep knee bend so instead I bent at the waist and felt my skirt ride up and the plug trying to push out of me. Walking back to the living room with the tray of beers I felt the pee inside me sloshing around. I worried about an accident and also felt emotionally like crying. Joe's cum was drying against my balls and tiny penis.

I heard Joe on the phone in the living room saying, "Sure, come on over. The more the merrier. We have a great little cunt bitch here for fun and games."

So quickly had I sunk into depravity? I didn't even hear Sean when he called me over. He was standing there with his flaccid cock hanging out through his zipper.

"Come over here Jill," he beckoned me with the glass in one hand.

As I waddled over wondering what the other guys were thinking when they looked at me Sean lowered the glass and dangled his penis into the glass. Sean started peeing a good steady stream and the glass turned from clear to dark yellow with foam forming at the top of his piss. In horror I watched knowing what would come next. My throat was dry but not from thirst.

When I got over to where Sean was he was almost through peeing. The glass was full with piss and suds to the brim. Paul commented how it looked like dark ale. Sean handed me the glass saying, "This Bud's for you," and then commenting how since the toilet was full there should still be room in the urinal.

My long fake pink nails wrapped around the warm glass and my stomach gurgled.

"This is the finest filtered lager Jill. We ***** the beer and then we piss it out for you, our little slut sissy girl. So smell the brew and then ***** it down," Sean mockingly said.

The pungent odor stung my nostrils as I inhaled.

Sean put his hand on my tummy saying, "There's plenty of room in here girl."

I brought the glass to my quivering lips taking a little sip but Sean told me to take a gulp. The acrid taste coupled with what it was going in my mouth made me nearly puke. My tongue piercing clanged on the glass

"***** it all down right now," Sean said, "or I'll put a **** floater in there."

Scared, frightened and terrified I drank. Sean's piss was washing down over my tonsils and drowning my throat as I was coaxed to chug-a-lug. Down, down, down burning a pungent path into my stomach. I felt bloated. My stomach began to tighten against the waist of the little black skirt I was wearing.

Even though earlier I so wanted to empty my bowels I wasn't allowed to but for the next half hour or so they didn't bother me either. Sean's piss was working its way through my system into my bladder, which pressed against by the other pee inside me. Inside their, "toilet." Who knew how perverted these guys were? I can't imagine what they plan.

That's when the doorbell rang and Joe told me to, "Waddle over there and see who's at the door Jill?"

I was sobbing as I walked to the door. The little bars through my nipples ached under the pink spaghetti strap camisole. And I had to look down so as to not fall down in the black open toe heels I wore. My pink toenails and pink fingernails visible. Inside I hoped the tattoos were done in washable ink. At least Sean had said they were something that would wear off in a week or two. And as soon as this was over I'd remove the tongue bar and the nipple piercings. The pierced ears I could either remove or simply wear them since guys did that now. My urge to pee was growing dire.

With my hair blond and curled coupled with my diminutive size I felt like a girl as my hand turned the knob of the door. Talk about shock and awe. I opened the door and their standing on the stoop was an old fat guy and a midget. The fat guy was carrying two cases of beer and the midget had a bag.

The fat guy said, "You're the little sissy girl my nephews told me about right?"

I tried to stammer "yes," but words wouldn't come out.

As they walked inside Joe called out, "Is that you Unc?"

"Yeah, it's me and Tiny," his uncle replied.

Tiny put his hand on my thigh and I started to back away.

"Joe, I thought this sissy girl was trained. She just backed away from Tiny's touch," his uncle called out, as the three of us were so close to each other in the small vestibule Joe's uncle's belly grazed against mine.

Joe screamed out, "Bitch you let Tiny do whatever he wants and anyone else or you will find these past hours to be a walk in the park."

Tiny reached back under my skirt. I was frozen in place. Uncle pushed his belly past pushing me a bit into the wall as he walked into the living room.

Tiny's hand came around touching my butt plug that caused me to moan from the urgency to need to pee. He directed me to walk into the living room as he handled the plug. I was mortified.

"Hey Joe why does the sissy have her pussy plugged," Tiny asked?

Almost at the same time Unc was picking up my piss glass from the coffee table.

Joe said to Tiny, "Ask her Tiny."

"So sissy why did you plug your pussy," Tiny asked me?

He had let go of my thigh and was now right in front of me. I was hesitating answering out of extreme embarrassment when Jimmy walked up to me.

Pulling my hair so my ear was pressed against his lips Jimmy whispered in my ear saying, "If you don't answer every question asked truthfully and in a sissy voice I'll **** down your throat and sissify your larynx into **********. Now answer the man."

I tried to answer but my throat caught all the words and what came out was barely audible.

Whack!

Jimmy slapped my ass hard whispering, "Start your answers with 'Sir'."

I felt the pee sloshing inside me as my ass stung from Jimmy's hard hand slap across my ass. I wondered if Jimmy could feel it? What did the other guys think? Who am I?

"Sir, my ass,"

Whack!

"You don't have an ass anymore pussy girl," Jimmy snarled in my ear.

"Sir," I said to Tiny feeling the roots of my blond curled hair being pulled taut by Jimmy holding my head to his mouth. It felt like a thousand bee stings, "My pussy is plugged because the men fucked me and filled me with their cum and pee until I was full."

"So your pussy is full with man piss," Tiny asked?

Jimmy whispered in my ear what I should say and also reminding me at each step that my voice should be a submissive sissy tone.

"Yes Sir," I answered with a sissy sound from my mouth.

Continuing as Jimmy instructed I said, "My pussy is also a toilet. My toilet pussy can only hold plenty of cum but only three man loads of piss so until I learn to hold it without leaking I need to wear a pussy plug for training. Someday I'll proudly carry three man loads without a plug."

My heart was sinking as the thought of many times being filled with pee would be a reality for the next two weeks.

It was right about then Unc held my glass up and asked, "Whose glass is this?"

Jimmy was still instructing me what to say.

"Oh,"

WHACK!

"Sir," I answered in my new sissy lilt voice, "it's my piss *****ing glass."

"So you like to ***** piss too," Unc asked?

WHACK!

"Yes Sir, man pee is tasty beer to a sissy," through my tears I answered.

With more prodding from Jimmy I continued, "But I can only hold two full glasses of pee in my girlie tummy at this time."

"I'll bet you have a magic marker somewhere around here," Unc said and then he instructed me to go get it.

Jimmy let go of my hair and slapped my ass one more time. More of a slap you'd give a girl when she was sent to go get something so it wasn't very hard just a light sting but it was humiliating.

I started to waddle off to get the marker when I heard Larry say, "She walks real sexy. Do you think it's the piss or the plug?"

Sean answered, "Well it's probably both right now but I'll bet when she outgrows the plug and has a good filling she'll have a great sexy sway."

I was crying inside. Scared of doing what they wanted but more scared of Jimmy's threat of ****ting down my throat I walked to the kitchen to find the marker.

Inside I knew I had now traveled to far down this road to escape and it was only the first day.