les histoires de chrislebo

Carl placed his hard cock in my free hand and I started jacking him. That was when I heard the camera. Carl had taken a picture of me giving head to a real cock this time. After that, I knew I would do anything they wanted. It was humiliating and yet, liberating in a sense. Since it was too late to stop, I took to the task with enthusiasm. I tried to take as much of Nate's cock into my mouth as possible.

Carl said, "Boy, stand up and take down your pants." I knew he wanted to fuck my virgin anus. Submitting, I stopped sucking cock long enough to tell my secretary to take her lunch. After she left, I lock the door. Dropping my pants and I bent over the desk. Carl went around behind me and Nate shoved his monster black hose in my face.

Carl spit on my asshole and said, "Hold on white boy here comes the night train."

He pushed his considerable cockhead into my virginal ass.

Carl said, "**** man this cocksucker got a tight ass."

I open my mouth in a silent scream. Nate shoved as much of his cock into my mouth as would fit. I felt like a hog on a spit. I was stuck at both ends. It was painful but I loved every minute. My aching asshole adjusted to the size of Carl's cock. He fucked me hard with long slow stokes. He cursed and slapped my ass the whole time while he rammed his elongated cock in and out.

All of the sudden Nate pulled his dick out of my slobbering mouth. He slapped me hard in the face. Nate said, "Pay attention you bitch. Just because you love getting ass-fucked doesn't mean you don't have to do a good job on my dick. Now suck my cock good or I will slap you again."

Nate pushed his jumbo licorice cock back into my mouth so hard I thought my lips would split.

Carl told Nate, "Switch with me. I want to feed this slut some black man's cum."

They traded places. I thought Carl's cock had loosened me up but when Nate pushed his king sized monster up my ass I couldn't breathe.

Carl slapped my face and said, "Don't pass out fuck-whore. You need to swallow my load first."

Nate and Carl both laughed at me squirming on his fat black pole.

Nate then said, "Make the fag beg for your load."

I thought, "It is too late for me now. I have gone too far already and I have been turned. I need to taste that hot cum from his black cock."

I said, "Please Carl I need your hot load. I want to swallow your cum."

Carl said, "Sooner or later all the white girls and fag boys beg for my cum. Open your mouth bitch."

Carl fucked my mouth. After only a couple minutes his cock fired shot after shot of hot sperm into my waiting mouth. I swallowed same much as I could but he pulled out and finished with shooting the last few times on my face.

Nate pulled out of my ass and spun me around so I could catch his load. I took his cock in my hand jacking and licking it. Nate rewarded me with a thick messy load. I savored the taste and licked his cock clean.

Nate and Carl put their spent cocks back in their pants and left my office. They were laughing and joking with each other as they went.

Soon after they left my phone rang. I answered it with my pants still around my ankles. I had cum on my fingers and mouth. It was my wife she said, "How is my little cock sucking husband. Now you know what a real black cock is like."

She had set me up again. I said, "Sandy, how could you do this to me. I could lose my job."

Sandy said, "Stop being such a baby and make sure you pick up extra beer for Carl and Nate. Don't to be late because, I might need help with them tonight."

I knew I was in trouble but that is another story.

Domination avec un GSM, soumission dans les toilettes d'un bar





En quittant la société , je descendis au garage pour prendre ma voiture. Une fois arrivée à celle-ci, je découvris une enveloppe et une photo. Sur celle-ci, on me voit occupée à faire l' amour avec mon amant. L' enveloppe contenait une lettre disant:

« madame la directrice, si vous ne voulez pas que cette photo et d' autres ne soient diffusés dans votre société et au près de vos investisseurs américains, vous ferez ce que j' exigerai de vous et ce quelque soit le moment ou l' endroit où vous vous trouvez. Si vous allez trouver la police pour vous plaindre, j' ai prévenu une per***ne que si j'étais arrêté ou qu' il n' avait plus de mes nouvelles toutes les 24 heures, il devait diffuser les photos aux adresses mail que je lui ai fourni. Les premières exigences se trouvent sur le cd placé dans votre radio.

Completement ***née, j' ouvris la portière de ma voiture, et mis le contact. Le cd se mit en marche:

« tu vas rentrer chez toi, et tu vas te changer, mettre la jupe la plus courte que tu aies, et une blouse transparente sans mettre de soutient gorges. Tu vas appeler ton amant, et lui dire que tu le quittes, mais sans lui dire quoi que ce soit à mon sujet ni au sujet des photos . Aller dans un magasin acheter deux GSM avec carte prépayée puis te rendre au café appelé « chez l' indien ». Avant de rentrer dans le café, de prendre une table bien au centre et de te commander une bois***, tu laisseras un des deux GSM, ainsi que sa carte sans oublier de laisser le numéro de l' autre GSM et attendre la suite de ce que je veux que tu fasses ».

Je quittai le garage en direction de mon appartement. Arrivée sur place, je pris le courrier, il y avait une autre enveloppe anonyme. Je l' ouvrais:

« ce petit mot pour te démontrer que je sais beaucoup de chose à ton sujet, je te conseille donc de suivre mes exigences. »

je montais chez moi et appelais mon amant, je lui dis que je le quittais expliquant que je n' en pouvais plus de cette histoire qui ne menait nulle part. Je mis donc la jupe la plus courte possible, et un chemisier transparent sans soutient gorges. Je pris une longue veste et me mit en route. Arrivée au café indiqué, j' entrais et pris place à une table bien au centre. À peine assise, que mon GSM se mit à ***ner:

« Bien, je vois que tu m' as écouté. » dit il.
« que me voulez vous exactement » demandais-je.
« tu vas enlever ta veste puis descendre aux toilettes et enlever ta culotte que tu laisseras sur place ».et il raccrocha directement.

Je tournais ma tête cherchant des yeux un visage que je reconnaitrais. Mais rien, je fis donc ce qu' il m' avait dit, je descendis aux toilettes pour enlever ma culotte. Arrivée sur place j' entrais donc dans une toilette et fermais la porte, quand mon GSM ***na. Je décrochais directement me demandant pourquoi il appelais encore.

« n' oublie pas de laisser la porte de la toilette ouverte. »dit il.

À contre coeur, je fis ce qu' il avait exigé et laissais ma culotte sur place. À peine assise à ma place, que je reçu un SMS disant:

« tu vas chauffer l' homme qui est à la table sa femme devant la fenêtre. T' arranger pour qu' il te suive aux toilettes où tu le suceras ».

Je commençais à le regarder en me passant un doigt sur le clitoris. L' homme sentant mon regard tourna *** visage et me vit, puis vu mon doigt que remontais lentement puis suçais. Il suivit mon doigt qui redescendit sur mon clitoris, à ce moment sa femme regarda aussi dans ma direction, je décidais donc de descendre aux toilettes esperant qu' il me suive. À peine je m' étais levée que je remarquais qu' il avait fait le mouvement pour se lever. Dés qu' il arriva en bas, j' ouvrais sa braguette, je remarquais qu' il bandait déjà. Je sortis *** pénis et commençais à le sucer. Je glissais ma langue le long de *** sexe, il gonflais encore. Je l' enfonçais jusqu' au fond de ma gorge pendant quelques secondes. Il éjacula sur mon visage, il referma sa braguette et remonta rejoindre sa femme sans dire un mot. Je me lavais le visage puis remontais aussi. Je remis ma veste et rentrais chez moi où je pris une douche libératrice.

À peine ai-je eu une courte nuit de repos que le gsm ***nât pour me prévenir que j' avais reçu un sms: « allume directement ton ordinateur » disait-il.
Je me levais et descendis au salon où j' allumais le pc. Dés que celui-ci fut mis en fonction, je me rendis compte que l' on m' avait envoyé un mail. Je l' ouvris et vu une vidéo prise avec une webcam dans le wc du café où l'on me voyait occupée à sucer l' homme.
Une discussion directe se mit en fonction: « maintenant tu vois que j' ai aussi une vidéo en plus des photos ».
« tu vas faire des photos de toi essayant tous tes sous-vêtements que tu vas m' envoyer pour que je te dises ceux que tu peux ou non garder ».
La discussion se coupa comme elle avait commencée. Je me levais remontais dans ma chambre. Je commençais à mettre mes sous-vêtements choisissant ceux qui je savais lui plairais. Décidant moi même de ceux que je jugeais à garder ou non, mais me disant que je lui fournissais toutes photos pour augmenter sa pression sur moi.
Je lui envoyais une cinquantaine de photos, entre temps j' avais reçu un mail :
« rends toi en métro sans culotte et le plus court vêtue possible dans le magasin ..... où tu demanderas à parler à Evangeline, lui disant que tu viens de la part de Vincent elle sera au courant de ce que je veux pour la suite de ta journée ». Je pris le métro, mais à peine assise, ma jupe étant tellement courte, remontait laissant apparaître mon sexe. Mon voisin assis en face ne perdait pas de temps pour bien me reluquer. Je reçu un appel sur mon gsm, « c'est bien, mais maintenant tu vas te baisser pour bien faire voir tes seins à ton voisin ».
Je fis semblant de laisser tomber mes clefs pour pouvoir me baisser. Je commençais à me sentir toute mouillée par cet homme qui me reluquait sans et que je chauffais. Une de heure plus tard j'arrivais au magasin, je demandais après Evangeline, lui disant que venais de la part de Vincent. Elle s' excusa auprès de ses collègues, et on sortit du magasin. Elle me dit qu' elle devait faire les magasins avec moi pour choisir les vêtement que je devrais porter à partir de ce jour quand j' avais rendez-vous avec Vincent. Nous rentrâmes dans le magasin à nouveau, nous allâmes choisir des blouses, toutes plus transparentes les unes que les autres.
je partis dans la cabine qui étaient mixte les essayer. Evangeline dit que je devais laisser le rideau ouvert, tout le monde pouvait me voir.
Elle prit *** gsm et commença à filmer, quand j' avais finit de toutes les essayer, je dut attendre, qu' elle envoie le film pour obtenir l' assentiment de Vincent. Elle revint avec des jupes ultra courtes que je mis à essayer. Un homme entra dans les cabines, il passa devant la mienne et me regarda, commença à me toucher, pendant qu' Evangeline me filmait, elle disait que je devais me laisser faire. Il malaxa mes seins et commença à toucher mon sexe. Il commença à sortir *** sexe, et mit un doigt dans le mien. Il m' attrapa par les cheveux et m' obligea à le sucer, puis il me pénétra. Il éjacula sur mon visage, moi je me sentais vraiment très excitée. L' homme me remit une enveloppe : tu vas te rendre à la piscine où d' autres exigences t' attendrons.

Je pris le métro, toujours habillée aussi court et transparent. Les hommes me déshabillaient du regard, ils regardaient surtout ma chatte car je n' avais pas de culotte et mes seins à travers mon chemisier transparent. Je commençais à avoir chaud et être dans tous mes états. Je reçus un texto disant : « sort du métro et continue à pieds ». Je me demandais pourquoi, mais je compris en sortant du métro. Il s' était mis à pleuvoir averse, je fus directement trempée, mon chemisier déjà transparent le devint encore plus et se colla à mes seins. Je courus tant que je pus pour arriver à la piscine. À peine arrivée, je me rendis chez le caissier, qui me dit d'aller dans les vestiaires prendre une douche, et que les instructions suivraient.
Je fus contente, car j' avais très froid au point que mes tétons pointaient sous mon chemisier sous l'effet du froid. Je me déshabillais et pris ma douche. J' entendis la porte s'ouvrir, et quand je revins, mes vêtements avaient disparu. À la place il y avait un mot disant de retourner chez le caissier, toute nue. Celui-ci me remis un gode en glaçon. Il me dit : « la clef du casier 12 où se trouve ton maillot est dans ce gode. Vas dans le vestiaire de hommes et masturbes toi avec jusqu' à ce que tu puisses la récupérer ». Je pris ce glaçon et repartis dans le vestiaire indiqué. Je n'arrivais presque pas à tenir le gode en main, alors comment le mettre dans ma chatte. En chemin, le désir commençait à monter, et j'insérais déjà le gode dans ma chatte. Je m'arrêtais dans le couloir et me masturbais contre le mur au vus et au sus de tout le monde. Je passais le gode glaçon sur mes nichons et émis un cris tellement c' était froid mais bon. J'étais tellement chaude, que le gode glaçon avait déjà bien fondu, il me vint alors l'idée de me le mettre dans le cul. Un homme passa et me vit, il commença à se masturber, je vins vers lui et demandais de me baiser. Il me prit par les cheveux et me donna une baffe, et dit : «une salope ne demande rien mais subit ce que l' homme veut. »
Il attrapa mes seins et commença à tirer les tétons. C' était douloureux, mais en même temps très bon. Il me fit me mettre à 4 pattes le cul en l' air, il me pénétra à sec. Ou bout de quelques minutes, je jouis. Il me prit par les cheveux et m'amena devant *** casier, il dit: « tu mérites une correction, car une chienne, ne jouit jamais avant l'homme et jamais sans demander l'autorisation ».
Il ouvrit *** casier et sortit une cravache et commença me frapper. Je dus compter le nombre de coups qu' il me donnait en disant: « un, merci Monsieur, puis-je avoir un autre ».
Au bout de 10 coups il remit sa cravache en place, et dit : « que ça te serves de leçon ».
Il partit me laissant par terre. Je repartis dans le couloir pour chercher la clef car le gode glaçon avait fondu. Je pris la clef et ouvrit le casier 12 comme exigé.

J'ouvris le casier 12 comme demandé, et y trouvais une lettre, un chemisier noir, et une jupe raz la touffe et mon sac à main. J' ouvris la lettre et lu : « rentre chez toi, n' oublies pas que j' ai de plus en plus de choses compromettantes à ton sujet. »
Je m' habillais, la jupe ne cachait rien, le chemisier était transparent et une taille trop petit, laissait voir mes seins et ressortir le bout. je sortis de la piscine et pris un taxi car j' étais vraiment dénudée.
Le chauffeur regardait dans *** rétroviseur, il avait une vue directe sur ma chatte. Au bout de 15 bonnes minutes, nous arrivâmes enfin chez moi. Je sortis et payais le taxi. Je rentrais chez moi le plus vite possible en essayant de ne pas me faire remarquer. À peine rentrée chez moi, je me rendis compte que l' on avait pénétré chez moi. Je cherchais à voir qui m' attendait quand mon téléphone ***na. « vas dans la salle à manger, tu y trouveras un masque destiné à te cacher la vue, tu le mettras et attendras », ce que je fis. Environ 5 min plus tard, quelqu'un m' attrapa et déchira mes vêtements. Quand je fus nue, il m' attrapa le bras et m'emmena dans le salon et me fit mettre à genoux.
Il me donna un papier puis sorti de la pièce. Une fois qu'il fut sorti j' enlevais le bandeau vit que la table de salon était pleine d' objets sexuel. Lut le papier: « tu vas te mettre devant le PC, et tu te présenteras en disant: « je m'appelle Sandra, je suis une salope qui est prête à vous obéir. » puis tu attendras les ordres des internautes et tu les exécuteras sans discuter jusqu'à ce qu'on décide c'est terminé ». je pris le portable, me rendit compte qu'il était branché sur le site : The hyperlink is visible to registered members only! et dit le texte exigé et attendis. Le premier ordre fut de me branler avec un gode. Je me levais et pris le gode et me demandais comment je réussirais à le mettre, vu la taille. L'internaute commença à s' énerver car je traînais trop. Je commençais à faire glisser le gode le long de ma chatte, pour la lubrifier et me pénétrer plus facilement. L'internaute exigea une pénétration rapide, j' essayais mais c' était très douloureux et dur. Je pris alors le lubrifiant et en enduit le gode, et me pénétrais enfin. Je commençais un va et vient et commençait à pousser des cris de jouissance. Tu ne jouiras que si je le veux et certainement pas maintenant criât-il. Je me masturbais donc en essayant de ne pas jouir avant *** assentiment. J' entendis finalement l'internaute jouir, alors il dit maintenant jouis fort. Je jouis donc le plus fort possible. Après ça il se déconnecta, mais directement après un autre se connecta. Il exigea que je prennes un martinet et que je me flagelle le cul. Je commençais à me flageller, mais il exigea que ce fut plus fort. Je me frappais donc plus fort, et émis un cris. Je veux que tu te flagelles en silence éructa-t-il. Je mordis sur mes lèvre pour éviter de crier, mais émis quand même de petits cris de douleur, et de plaisir. J' ignorais que la douleur et le plaisir pouvaient aller de paire. Il quitta le site, et j' attendis quelques minutes pour le suivant. Il voulut que je prennes des élastiques et les plaçais sur mes pieds. Je ne compris pas directement, mais quand il exigea que je tende l' élastique et que le lâche je compris vite. Une douleur aiguë sur la plante du pied me fit hurler. Au fur et à mesure que je tirais et lâchais les élastiques des marques rouge apparurent. Puis il voulut que j' allumes les bougies. Je dus faire tomber de la cire brûlante sur mes mamelons et sur ma chatte. La douleur était de plus en plus vive, je criais de plus en plus fort, et on voyait que le plaisir augmentait avec ma douleur. Il se déconnecta, et j' entendis alors: « éteint ton PC, remets le en place ». Ce que je fis prestement, une fois fait, il dit: « je pars, attends que la porte soit fermée, et ne regarde pas à la fenêtre ». J' entendis la porte se fermer, je me demandais à quoi m' attendre la prochain fois.

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Taking the Good with the Bad



My boss is a sociopath. High-functioning and very successful. But a sociopath. He has a kind of burning intensity, physical swagger, and insistent personality that makes him very hard to resist.

I first met him a little over a decade ago. He was an intern in my office back then, and immediately managed to polarize opinion. I found him scrappy. Others thought he was a raging jerk. None of those folks is still around. Fired. Harassed into leaving. Downsized. In the past decade, I've done pretty well, gotten promoted from an account manager to an office director to a division head. Roger's done even better, rising from intern to corporate VP in that time, which is why he's now my boss.

Get a couple of ****** into him and he'll start pontificating about his strategy for success. "No isn't an answer, it is an opening position in a negotiation. If you take no for an answer in business, you're a loser. If you take no for an answer from a broad, you're a fag." He's also the kind of guy who takes the word "never" as a challenge. Say it to him, and his eyes light up, and a thin smile crosses his face. He never forgets a challenge and never concedes defeat. Frankly, to be honest, he scares me a little.

But more than that, he makes me scare myself. I've done things under his influence that I would never have normally. And I have to admit, they've almost always worked out.

Roger is the kind of guy who won't let what he considers a "mere technicality" get between him and what he wants. One year, we were close to missing our sales targets, until Roger convinced me to back-date a bunch of contracts. Intellectually, I knew it was wrong. Illegal and wrong. And probably stupid. But with him looking over my shoulder, I couldn't refuse. I changed the papers. We made our targets. Got our bonuses. And happily never looked back. But I still shudder when I think about the potential consequences if we'd been caught. Fired. Sued. Maybe even facing criminal fraud charges.

That was the worst, but far from the only similar case. Working for Roger was always a high-wire act of dicey deals, creative accounting, and most often bait-and-switch negotiations carried off with little more than his lunatic audacity. I've burned a lot of bridges, usually with little more than the vague expectation that Roger would look out for me.

My wife Julie hates Roger. Hates him. She think, and I guess she's right, that he brings out the worst in me. "You're going to end up in jail because of that man," she often warns. But the truth is, we owe our lifestyle to his wheeling and dealing. We paid for our honeymoon, bought our house, and saved up enough for Julie to plan to quit work so we can start a family thanks to the firm-high bonuses in Roger's divisions. As I argue to Julie, you have to take the good with the bad.

Every year, our division has a big Christmas party. Roger's one of those guys who reveres the 1950s, "when men were men, and getting ***** was no big fucking deal." And with Roger in charge, it is always a blowout -- open bar, rocking band, the works. He sends out an email saying, "what happens at the Christas party stays at the Christmas party." And he means it. Two years ago, he got into a shouting match with one of the account managers, Todd, and they ended up trading a couple of jabs before we managed to break them up. Todd was cleaning out his desk the next morning when Roger drops by, pours two glasses of Scotch, and toasts, "no hard feelings." Todd still works with us.

This year was an extra big year. We got in heavy into buying up bad mortgages, including a big swath of litigation cases -- mostly assholes who stopped paying off their loans and then lawyered up to drag out the foreclosure process. Roger put together a tiger team to attack these cases one by one. We called them the "sharks and goons squad" and soon with Roger turning a blind eye to the complaints clogging up our email system, they started clearing the deck with impressive speed. According to rumors, our bonuses this year were slated to be extra juicy, making the party that much more festive.

Roger had booked out nightclub and we had a crazy spread. Champagne tower, cigar room, and a surf and turf buffet with 3 lbs lobsters as decoration. The wait staff welcomed everyone with a double Martini getting things off to a raucous start. Roger arrived late, making a big entrance. He was flying solo as usual, though these events often ended up with him taking a secretary (or two one year) home for an "after party." He was wearing a tailored black suit, cut perhaps a little too tight for my tastes, but he did make a pretty dashing figure. He ran up on stage, gave a few quick words of congratulations, wished everyone a merry Christmas, and then hoisted a glass for a quick toast, "you worked hard, now let's party hard!" And with that the band came out and got the place jumping.

We were having a great time. Even Julie who usually hates anything work -- or Roger -- related was having fun. She'd broken out that little black dress that I always encourage her to wear. Classic party dress. Real short showing off her great legs and with a cleavage displaying V neck. Julie had her dark brown hair up in an Audrey Hepburn bun. Diamond studded silver mesh earrings and necklace completed the look. Super stylish and super sexy.

We danced and drank and generally made merry. At one point, the band took a break, and Julie and I went to sit over at the bar to refill our glasses and catch our breath. Then Roger showed up.

He sidled up close to Julie and from behind his back pulled out a mistletoe branch. He held it over their heads.

"Looks like you owe me a kiss, pretty lady," he beamed.

Julie rolled her eyes. "Fat chance, Roger."

He laughed, "You can't refuse. It would ******* Christmas party rules."

He reached around her and pulled her against his chest. Julie spun out of his grasp and pushed him away.

"No Roger, I'm going to kiss you. I'm never going to kiss you!" She exclaimed, a little too loudly. A few other people noticed and were now discretely looking our way.

"My, my," Roger replied in an amused tone, but I noticed a manic gleam momentarily in his eyes. "You're quite the wildcat tonight. Is there anything else you're never going to do with me?"

I was praying Julie would let it go. But she couldn't.

"What I won't do with you could fill a book!"

He smiled. A thin, dangerous smile. "Well, then, Jules, looks like I should find someone else to play with." He turned to me, raised his glass, and said, "Well, cheers Jack! Merry Christmas."

We watched him go off and pull the same stunt on several other women, all of whom gave him at least a quick kiss, which Roger routinely topped off with a furtive ass grab. And after each success, he gave a quick glance back in our direction.

Julie gulped down her ***** and hissed, "Oooh, that man! God, I'd like to knee him in the balls."

"Oh come on, he's just having a little fun," I replied without thinking.

She rounded on me. "Goddamn it Jack, do you always have to defend him? The creep grabbed me."

"He just wanted a little kiss. No one else seems to mind."

She looked at me incredulous. "I can't believe you just said that. Really?"

But before I could reply, Roger suddenly reappeared. He handed Julie a refill.

"Julie, I just wanted to apologize," he began.

"No, no," she cut him off. "I'm the one who should apologize. It's just that you caught me off guard," she continued, now batting her eyelashes at him.

For a second, he seemed surprised. Then he gave her a grin, "Well, I still have that mistletoe." He held out the twig.

"It only works if we're standing under it," she flirted back.

He started to lift it up, then seemed to get a sudden inspiration. He handed me the twig. "Jack, would you mind?"

I stared from him to Julie. He had an amused look on his face. She was regarding me with a frozen smile and piercing eyes.

Almost as if under some weird compulsion, I raised the mistletoe and held it over them.

Sadness and disappointment flashed across Julie's face. Then she turned toward Roger, her face again composed into a tight smile. They leaned in and kissed. It was nothing particularly erotic. Just a peck on the lips, though held maybe a touch too long giving Roger time to brush his hand down the nape of her neck.

Just then the band came back on stage and started back up. Roger held out his hand to my wife, "How about it Jules? A quick dance to make up for before?"

She turned toward me, "Well, only if it is okay with Jack. Is it okay with you, honey?"

God, I wanted to say no. To grab her and just walk out. I started to refuse, but then Roger gave a withering glare, and instead what came out was, "Um, yeah, sure, if that's what you want."

Julie's shoulders seemed to slump just a bit, but before I could say another word, Roger took her hand and led her out to the dance floor.

Julie was angry. I could see it in her eyes when she looked back at me. Roger was handling her expertly on the dance floor, holding her hands, spinning her around, ocassionally pulling her close to his body. Her eyes went to me repeatedly, almost imploring me to cut in.

Several times I started onto the dance floor, only to realize after what I thought were a few steps that I hadn't moved at all. It was like my feet were nailed to the floor. Finally, the song ended, and I breathed a sigh of relief as Julie took a step back toward me. But then the band broke into a ballad, and Roger pulled her back into his arms.

"No, no," I saw her mouth.

Roger leaned in close and whispered something in her ear, nodding in my direction. Julie followed his glance and looked back at me. For a moment, they were both observing me. Uncomfortably, I lamely just gave them a little wave. Roger chuckled, Julie rolled her eyes and then mouthed, "okay, whatever" and allowed herself to be pulled into his arms.

They were dancing very close, Roger nuzzling close to her ear, whispering something that made Julie giggle. I became aware that other people were now aware of the scene, and were watching Roger and Julie on one hand and me on the other. I could see them out of the corner of my eye exchanging glances and whispered comments. I was paralyzed, staring out onto the dance floor, a rictus smile on my face.

Roger was growing bolder by the minute. He caressed the side of her face and ran a finger along her ear and across the nape of her neck. His other hand slid down the length of her back coming to rest in the valley of her lower back as he pulled them close together at the waist.

He whispered another something in her ear, and again they both looked at me. I was uncomfortable and embarrassed but somehow still frozen. He whispered to her again, and again they seemed to shared a laugh at my expense.

She turned back toward him, and he gave her another quick, closed mouth kiss, but given their embrace, it was anything but chaste. She glanced back over the shoulder at me, but I remained mute and still, she turned back toward Roger again and now stopped looking back.

Julie's back was to me, and they were no more than 10 paces away swaying gracefully together to the music. I watched as Roger's hands were now gently massaging Julie's lower back, slowly, but consistently, moving lower and lower until his fingers were tracing small circles across her butt. Then suddenly, he gave her ass a firm squeeze. I jolted upright and our eyes met. He held my stare until I look away.

I think the whole time, I kept expected it to just end. Roger had proven his point, whatever point it was. He'd had his fun, damnit. Why couldn't he just let her go. But even those thoughts couldn't compel me to intervene.

Instead, my eyes went back down to his hands, now possessively cupping and kneading my wife's shapely ass. As I watched, he began to bunch up the fabric of her dress, pulling the hemline further and further up. By then he'd yanked the dress up far enough to expose Julie's black lace panties, and I realized the entire club was now watching. I felt lightheaded, like I was going to black out. But instead, I just remained there, now almost standing at attention, trying to wish the situation away.

Roger then slid his hands under her waistband, both his hands now palming her bare ass. He yanked her close again, grinding their crotches together. I could see his left hand now sliding up and down the crack of her ass, and then suddenly he flicked his wrist. Julie stiffened. There was an audible gasp from some in the crowd as people realized he now had at least a finger inside her.

They finished the dance like that, pelvis to pelvis, his hand moving rapidly under her panties. And when the music ended, I look up to see them kissing again, open-mouthed this time, though still more teasing than voracious.

They walked back to me, holding hands.

"It's getting late. Let's go back to my place for a nightcap," Roger stated matter-of-factly.

I look from him to her and back again. They regarded me with expressionless poker faces.

"Um, well, Roger, the thing is, I'm pretty tired. Maybe another time?" I offered.

He clapped his hand on my shoulder, and I was immediately aware it was the same hand he'd recently had wedged between my wife's legs.

"Oh come on, Jack. We've had a great year. You're not going to deny me the pleasure of having a private toast with my favorite division head, are you?"

I folded. "Okay, you're right. Sure, why not?" I said, trying to convince myself, even as I deliberately avoid making eye contact with Julie.

"Great!" Roger bellowed, and then he putting one arm around each of us, he led us toward the exit.

Roger's car was parked right in front, and we approached it, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and and handed them to me.

"Hey, buddy," he said, "you better drive. I'm a bit bombed."

I'd had more than a few and I was not really comfortable with driving his expensive Mercedes. I was still pondering that when he pushed me into the driver's seat. He opened the back door for Julie, and after it shut, I waited for him to come around to the passenger seat, but then I realized he'd slid in beside Julie in the back.

"You remember where I live, right?" He said, prompting me to start driving.

"Um, sure," I muttered under my breath, but I realized he wasn't listening to me. He and Julie were again sharing a whispered conversation.

I had just turned onto Grant, the main avenue uptown toward his place, when he tapped me on the shoulder. "Here take these, Jules doesn't want to lose them," he said as he dropped her sheer panties in my lap. I felt my throat catch. I was speechless.

I adjusted the rearview mirror to see into the back seat and was greeted with a lewd tableau. Julie's legs were spread wide, her dress bunched up around her waist. With one hand, Roger was roughly fingering her exposed twat. With his other hand, he'd pulled one of her full boobs from her dress and was rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

And Julie seemed to be loving it. Her pussy was making obscene, wet squishing sounds as he repeatedly jammed one, two, then three fingers into her over and over. Her nipples were rock hard, her areolaes puffy and waxy. Her head was thrown back against the headrest, eyes closed, and her mouth making a perfect "o" as she moaned softly.

The alternating light and dark as we passed under street lights created a near-psychadelic strobe-light effect. At one point, Roger leaned in and took a firm nipple into his mouth, and Julie's orgasmic groan nearly caused me to run off the road.

"Keep your eyes on the road," Roger growled. "Sorry," I muttered in response.

Thankfully, we were almost there. We pulled into his garage, and he directed me into a reserved space. I opened the door for them, and Roger helped Julie out of the car. She seemed dazed and maybe a little unsteady, but he grabbed her firmly around the waist and led her to the elevator. I was left to chase after them.

He pushed the button for the top floor, and then pulled Julie into another embrace. They kissed wetly, tongues thrusting into each other's mouths. He had his hand inside her dress, casually cupping her breast as they made out. When we reach his floor, he and Julie again led the way, limbs impossibly intertwined.

Roger opened the door and turned on the lights. He's got a stunning penthouse loft, with amazing views of the city. I closed the door behind me.

"Hey Jack, why don't you go and fix us some ******. You remember where the bar is, right?"

I nodded and stumbled mutely into his living room. "What do you want?" I said, looking back just in time to see Roger lifting the little black dress over Julie's head, leaving her naked save for her jewelry and heels.

"Scotch, neat," he replied as he led my now naked wife over to the sofa. "Chardonnay," she added.

When I returned with the ******, he motioned me over to an armchair across from the sofa they shared. As I sat, he addressed me without a glance in my direction.

"What a stunning, lovely creature you have here," he exclaimed as his hands roamed over her body. He pressed a finger into her mouth. Then he cupped and lifted each of her breasts, pausing to trace the outline of her nipples. His fingertips then traced a line between her breasts down over her flat belly. He massaged her closely trimmed muff, and then slide a finger between her labia. She gasped as he gently rubbed her clitoris.

After a few moments he spoke again, this time to Julie. "I've been pleasuring you for a while now, isn't it about time you reciprocate?"

She gulped and then nodded her head slightly.

"Good girl," he replied. With his right hand he unzipped his pants, and with his left he pulled her head toward his lap. She took it from there, snaking her hand into his pants and fishing out his rapidly swelling cock. She stroked him several times with her left hand, her diamond engagement ring and wedding band rubbing up and down his shaft.

He was big. Well, bigger than me at least, which was all I could really focus on. As she jerked his prick, she helped him out of his pants while he shucked off his jacket. Then she took him in her mouth. At first, just the head, alternating between sucking him and swirling her tongue around the base of his glans. Then as she wet the shaft with her saliva, she began to take him deeper and deeper, until his entire cock disappeared into her mouth, and her face was buried in his pubic hair. She bobbed up and down, up and down, making loud slurping sounds as she repeatedly devoured his dick.

Roger closed his eyes, a big happy grin on his face. "Oh God, Jack, you never told me what an expert cocksucker you had here in Julie Jules. Had I known, I'd have taken a shot a long time ago."

Julie looked up, beaming at the compliment, before returning to her task.

"Damn, that feels good," he moaned. He turned to me. "Jack, go get my video camera. It's on the the kitchen counter. This is too good to leave to ************** memory."

I was shell shocked and too battered to refuse. I stumbled forlorn to the kitchen and returned with his little Flip camera. I handed it to him, and he began filming my wife giving him head. But after a moment, he threw up his hands.

He patted Julie on the head and exclaimed, "Jesus, I can't focus on filming when you're working my crank like that, baby." Then he tossed the camera to me, "Jack, you be the cameraman. I'm counting on you buddy."

"Fuck you asshole. I'm not filming you with my wife..." I wanted to yell. But instead, I caught the camera and began filming wordlessly.

As she continued to stroke his shaft, she also helped him out of the rest of his clothes. She opened his shirt, one button at a time, pausing to kiss and lick his newly exposed chest, wetly sucking on his nipples. He let out a deep, satisfied rumble of laughter.

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Back Alley Cuckold


At the time of this story I had been in a committed relationship with Joanne for around two years. I guess you would have called her my girlfriend, however she had dropped the word 'marriage' a couple of times and it was obvious she wanted to take things further: Our relationship appeared rock solid. Perhaps I should have proposed, as it may have stopped the chain of events that subsequently unfolded.

Let me give you a little background. Joanne was a 24 year old Chinese girl who came to America from HK to study. She was 5 foot 8, she had a cute little bob of straight black hair, a slim athletic figure with the perkies little tits I had ever seen. She had the most adorable little butt and like most Asians, she had beautiful smooth milky skin. She was lively and outgoing. Our sex life had been fantastic.

One Friday night we had gone out ******** at the bar with some friends after classes. It had been a long night and everybody was generally wasted. Almost all of our friends had gone home and we had just called a taxi for Dave the last remaining survivor (aside from Joanne and myself). He mentioned he wanted to get some air while he waited and headed out the front. The bar was still in full swing, it was college town, but you had your regular mix of patrons. Joanne and I took a couple of stools at a small table trying to decide if we were ready to take make the trek home. She looked beautiful, in one of those tops that draped around her shoulders, covering her breasts at the front but leaving her whole back exposed. When she bent forward the cloth teased you by almost giving a direct line of site to her breasts. She was wearing a short tight skirt and no underwear. Having been dancing all night she had a fine sheen of sweat and a couple strands of her hair were plastered against her forehead and cheek – almost giving her a 'just been fucked' look. We had barely sat down a minute when a busty blonde waitress brought us over two shots: 'from your admirer over there' she added, giving us a quick smile before she quickly turned away. Both Joanne and I turned to see a guy, probably in his mid thirties raising his pint of beer as if to toast us, his eyes scanning my girlfriend's body as he did.

I was a little infuriated, as if buying us a ***** gave him the right to blatantly ogle my girlfriend in front of me. But we were both pretty ***** and Joanne turned back around to me, laughing and almost falling off her stool in the process. I smiled, we took the shots and our conversation moved on. It was clear however that Joanne had not forgotten her admirer as every now and then she took a quick look over his way. My heart was racing; did she actually have some sort of interest in this guy? For some reason beneath my irritation I was starting to get aroused by the fact my girlfriend seemed turned on by this random guy.

Following a short pause in the conversation I asked her if she wanted to go over and thank him. She turned around, this time staring at him for a couple of seconds before turning back. 'you think so?' she asked, almost rhetorically, before answering her own question with a quick 'OK'. She popped off her stool and started over to the guy. Again my heart rate jumped a notch, knowing of course that nothing would come of this. I watched her make her way across the crowded room towards the stranger. He was seated with a group of around 4 other guys seemingly engaged in their own conversation. It was at that time that a bunch of people blocked my line of sight. Being fairly *****, my mind wandered and I scanned the room for the waitress with the hopes of ordering another beer.

After finally getting my beer, I managed to catch a glimpse of the table again. Somehow Joanne was now seated in the middle of the group of guys and they were all listening attentively as she seemed to be telling them some sort of story. The music thumping and I had no idea what she was saying, but her smile was beaming and she seemed not to have a care in the world.

Just then at that moment she turned to me and gave me a huge smile a cute little wave. Most of the guys turned to look my way but I quickly lowered my head and started tearing up the little cardboard coaster that came with my beer. What the hell was going on? – she was supposed to just go over there and thank them. I had not notice before but all the guys were well built, as if they were some sort of well dressed sports team. My mind was swimming with lust, rage and *******, I started to actually become erect: what if one of these guys made a move on her?

Fumbling with the now shredded coaster I dropped a couple of pieces to the floor. In bending down to retrieve them I looked across the room and under the table I saw that the two guys on either side of Joanne had a firm grip on each of her thighs. Her legs were spread and her skirt was riding up. It was too dark to see everything but I knew she wasn't wearing any underwear.

I shot bold upright expecting her to be angrily trying to escape, but above the table she was smiling and carrying on, joking and laughing with the 5 guys. She had seemingly forgotten about me and like some sort of pervert I started slowly rubbing my cock through my pants overcome by the scene in front of me.

Suddenly one of the guys disappeared below the table and the conversation stopped. I saw Joanne shuddered, she closed her eyes and rolled her head back. Despite the silence everybody at the table was smiling as if they had some sort of secret joke. I could not take my eyes off the group as my erect cock now started to physically hurt within the constraints of my pants. Was this guy giving her oral sex under the table?! Paralyzed I was unable to look beneath the table. Before I could collect my thoughts the guy reappeared whipping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Joanne looked over at me and started squeezing her way out from the table. Finally free from the group she stood up. It was at that moment that I caught a glimpse of what had been going on. Her skirt was up around her waist and one of the disco lights briefly illuminated her bare waxed cunt, with obvious wetness extending down her inner thigh. Within a split second she had fixed her skirt, but the image was burnt into my mind. She quickly made her way over to me, pecking me on the cheek when she arrived.

'You will never guess honey' she chimed in before I had a chance to say anything. 'Those guys over there work for Lynbrook and associates'. Confused and completely take off guard I managed to stumble a 'what?'. 'You know, Lynbrook the law firm' she quipped back almost angrily as if I had forgotten something important. My thoughts finally catching up I realized she was talking about the law firm she was applying for after graduation. 'Look, this could be big for me, if I can get in with these guys it could be a serious help for me with the interviews'. 'I am sure Dave's taxi is not here yet why don't head home with him, I will catch a taxi back to our place later and we can meet in class tomorrow?' she added almost pushing me off my chair. Images flashing through my mind I managed to mutter an 'OK' as I was basically escorted to the door. After giving me a quick second peck on the cheek she headed back to the group of guys.

By this point I was no longer able to think clearly. Why I didn't just grab her by the arm and take her home I have no idea. This was probably the most aroused I had ever been. I quickly doubled back and took a seat in a dark corner of the bar, making sure I could maintain a good view of the group. For about twenty minutes they seemed to continue in conversation before Joanne got up and went to leave. Thank god I thought, it must be the ******* wearing off, she had come to her senses. But instead of leaving she just poked her head out the front door and looked around. As she stretched out her skirt rode up a little exposing a little of her ass and making it clear to anyone who happened to be looking that she was not wearing any underwear. Then it dawned on me, she wasn't leaving! She was just checking to see that I had left!

At this point it would seem her whole demeanor changed, ordinarily she was relatively conservative, but now she strode back into the bar as if she was some sort of runway model, beckoning at the group of men with her finger. In unison they rose from the table and met her in the center of the dance floor. Again obscured by the moving sea of bodies I was only able to catch glimpses. But it would seem she was dancing with each of the men one by one, passionately kissing each of them as their hands explored every inch of her body. Rubbing up on the inside of her skirt, pushing her blouse aside to squeeze her tits. Although it was surly only minutes it seemed to go on for hours. Making their way to the side of the dance floor the largest of the guys thrust her up against the wall, with her back against the wall he pushed himself against her. Gently grasping her hand he guided it down the front of her pants to where his erect cock was no doubt waiting. As he kissed her neck she started jerking him off right there in the bar. Lifting up one of her legs one of the other guys started rubbing her pussy to the rhythm of the beats. Obviously soaking wet he then plunged what must have been at least three fingers into her cunt and started slowly working them in and out. With her mouth now open I could only imaging the noises she was making as he started working faster and faster. She ultimately bucked over forward, quickly taking her hand out from the guy's pants. Obvious, by her face that she had cum, the sweat was now dripping from her body. Dumbfounded, I had no idea what had come over Joanne, my sweet innocent girlfriend, or was this even the first time?

As if they were her own little group of body guards the five guys lead her through a door near the back of the bar. Worried I would lose them I headed out front and made my way around the back of the bar. Not seeing them, I started to get worried, what if they have abducted her? Who knows if they were who they said they were?

Then all of a sudden I heard some moaning, unmistakably Joanne's. Making sure to stay in the shadows I rounded a corner to see her standing up against the wall, the gentle moonlight reflecting off her soft skin. This time her legs were spread and she was facing the wall with her hands pressed flat against the cold stone. Despite the continued thuds from the music inside the bar, this time I could hear everything. It would appear I had arrived just in time to see one of the guys thrust what must have been a 10 inch cock right into my girlfriend. Her moans turned into shrieks as he started ploughing into her from behind. Her skirt now completely up around her waist and her shirt nowhere to be seen her breasts were shuddering with each violent thrust. One of the other guys quickly took up position sucking her tits as the first guy continued to fuck her. The shaft of his penis glistening with her juices each time he drew back.

After lasting what must have been ten minutes the first guy pulled out his cock spraying her arsehole, cunt and the back her her legs with a thick cum. Although she went to turn around away from the wall a second guy took the first guy's place pushing her back against the wall and effortlessly sliding what must have been an every bigger cock into her now gaping cunt.

I was jerking off in the shadows about to cum myself for the third time when it dawned on me that none of them were wearing condoms. I knew for a fact that she wasn't on birth control and this only served to further the mixture of excitement and jealousy as I watched my girlfriend get slammed in a way I could only have imagined. It was whilst the third guy was taking her from behind that she started shuddering, obviously reaching her second orgasm for the night: Something we had never achieved together.

After the fourth and fifth guy had taken their turn the inside of Joanne's legs was well and truly coated in cum and as she made her way back into the bar she had to stop every couple of steps and wipe away more and more of the thick white material, that had obviously filled her.

Confused with the situation and my inability to act, I felt disgusted with myself. Watching this group of guys bang my girlfriend in an alley was like something out of a porno. Seeing her tight fit body squirm as she was fucked by a bunch of strangers was exhilarating and earth shattering at the same time.

Faced now with the distinct realization it was almost morning and I needed to get home I made my way to the front of the bar to find a taxi where to my shock I saw Joanne already standing. I froze, but before I could make any attempt to hide, our gazes met. For a second Joanne appeared terror stricken, apparently I was the last person she was expecting to see. Quickly recovering she managed and awkward smile before she asked 'where have you been?'. 'aaah, there were no taxi's earlier Dave had left so I decided to get a bite to eat.' This seemed to satisfy Joanne, even though a good three hours had passed, but I guess she was more concerned with her own little secret.

'Well I am glad you didn't end up going home with Dave' she as she approached, 'I was thinking I would have to ***** alone tonight' she whispered as she nestling her head against me.

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Arrogant ***********


Amanda Hamilton thought to herself how lucky she was. She had married Ryan Hamilton two years ago not just because he made her laugh and not because he was so very good looking but because he was extremely rich.

Ryan had gained his wealth after his ****** had died unexpectedly four years before they met. His ******, Henry Hamilton, had gained considerable wealth working in the oil business. Ryan had told Amanda that his ****** worked hard, lived hard but unfortunately drank too hard. His premature death at 57 years of age was due to kidney failure. Henry left a will and Amanda's now *********** was left the family home along with other properties and incomes. Ryan however, was left considerably lucrative investments and several financial successful businesses.

Amanda had met Ryan by chance and they hit it off from the start. Amanda thought initially he was only attracted to her because of her 38DD breasts but there was much more to their relationship, they just loved being together. After a short engagement they were married and had two incredible years together. Ryan had many friends and there were constant parties, business functions and other gatherings to attend.

Amanda loved socialising. The only blight in her wonderful life was her ******** Law, Jane Hamilton. Outwardly to everyone Jane at 52 years of age was a warm, open person who before and since Henry's death kept herself busy by playing golf, being a regular player and prominent member of the local bridge club and secretary of her local Woman's Guild. Every one spoke so highly of her and Ryan thought she was an absolutely incredible woman and ******. There was no doubt she was a most impressive woman in all respects. She was also an attractive woman who always dressed elegantly and looked most impressive.

Her persona however, changed whenever she came in contact with Amanda. She was always discrete and never allowed anyone to observe but she made Amanda's life hell. Although words were never spoken Amanda knew that Jane considered Amanda was just not good enough for her little boy. Jane constantly found fault with whatever Amanda organised, clothes she wore, how she looked, food she cooked everything in fact Amanda did.

Amanda had lived with the utter debilitating and undermining manner of Jane during the two years of married life. Amanda had constant thoughts of how to alter the advantage and bring Jane down a peg or two.

The opportunity had begun to take shape in Amanda's plan when she first met Adrian Raymore who ran an interior decorating business. Amanda was initially unaware that Adrian was a very good friend of Ryan's until they all met at one of Ryan's parties. It also came to Amanda's attention that Adrian was well known for seducing women in fact he had quite a reputation as a womaniser.

Amanda's plan worked quite well when she cajoled Ryan into influencing Jane that she should have her house redecorated. Jane initially didn't want any changes but when Ryan told her how much better it would be for her especially when she was entertaining she came round to the idea. Adrian began work at Jane's house and had been working there for about a month when another piece of the jigsaw fell into place.

Adrian was in a side room when he overheard Jane criticising the new dress Amanda had brought and the way she had recently prepared a meal for her and Ryan. She was so rude and used such derogatory expressions to press home her points about Amanda that it nearly made Amanda cry. Unbeknown to Jane, Adrian was working in a side room and Amanda was opposite to the open door to that side room and he looked at Amanda. Amanda in turn looked most forlorn as she wiped away a tear.

The very next day Amanda phoned Adrian to say how sorry she was that he had to overhear and witness the rudeness of Jane. Adrian said he was totally shocked at what was said. Amanda took the opportunity to seek an advantage pursuing her desire to bring down Jane and was even more pleased when Adrian agreed to buy her a coffee in the local Starbucks the following day.

During the informal coffee meeting with Adrian she carefully steered the conversation so that she was able to explain her difficulties with Jane and how Jane regularly bullied her and made her life so very uncomfortable. She also took the chance to ask Adrian if he found Jane attractive and would he consider making love to her.

Adrian being a tall black man pondered on her question and asked Amanda what was behind the question she was asking. Amanda had to take the risk and explained how Jane made her life hell in so many ways and she wanted to seek out a way of finding a floor in Jane's armour so as alter her attitude towards Amanda. She became quite emotional and almost cried.

Adrian sat for several minutes looking at Amanda considering what she had said. He could see how upset Amanda had become and he knew this problem had become a serious issue in her everyday life. He then outlined his own conclusions to the situation, "So what you are asking is that I take Jane as my lover, I seduce her, get her in to some compromising situations which in turn will give you the opportunity of being able to expose her and use those situations to gain an advantage over her. Have I grasped what you ideally would like to happen?"

Jane realised Adrian had fully grasped what she wanted him to do and confirmed it was exactly what she wanted.

Adrian immediately said he understood her desires but he would certainly not help her make her wishes come true. He outlined many difficulties but his main concern was his friendship with Ryan. All Amanda's attempts of persuasion including the offer of money failed to get Adrian to reconsider his refusal and he made some excuses and left.

After Adrian had left Amanda began to think about her discussion with him and she started to cry and over the next few days and became quite depressed.

It was just over a week later that Amanda's mobile phone rang. It was Adrian asking where she was and telling he was in Starbucks and wanted to buy her a coffee and talk to her. Amanda was unsure what was happening but told Adrian she was only a few minutes away and could be there shortly. When Amanda asked what he wanted Adrian just said that he would explain everything when she arrived.

On arrival there were the usual hello's, how are you etc but then Adrian informed Amanda that he was prepared to undertake her request and take it on as a person challenge to see if he could gain the affections of Jane. However, he went on to outline all his concerns and how Amanda must ensure that she played a part of absolute secrecy at all times with added assurances that Ryan would never gain the slightest idea of what was happening.

Amanda listened in a state of shock but as Adrian's words began to take meaning in her brain so she warmed to Adrian and his terms and conditions. She was over the moon with excitement as Adrian went on to outline how in Jane's home during his decorating time he had confidentially installed high tech discrete miniature cameras. He told Amanda he would provide her with recordings of events if they occurred. He told Amanda he wanted no money but would look at the situation again later if and when he managed to fulfil his part of the task.

So the plans were set in motion and Amanda took great delight in watching a very clever master at work. He became very attentive to everything in Jane's life and exploited every detail. Her dress, her hair, her clothes, her perfume, her shoes in fact everything Jane did, was noted by Adrian. It was so apparent that Adrian was having a serious influence on Jane as over the next three months Jane's interest in Amanda changed.

Jane still had the odd verbal swipe at Amanda but she wanted to spend more of their time together showing off Adrian and expressing her admiration for the work he was doing. She would often call Adrian in to the room and ask him to explain to Amanda what he had completed and what his next task would be. At every one of those meetings Amanda gave not the slightest indication that she was at all involved with Adrian herself.

As things began to develop between Jane and Adrian so he began to loan recorded CD's to Amanda of their conversations. Having watched the recording she was always required to return each CD to Adrian. With each CD it became so obvious that Jane was falling under his magic. Physically he was a very attractive man. He also had a charming manner with endless humour. All of these attributes were beginning to allow Jane to enjoy his company.

On her 53rd birthday she had a party and invited lots of her friends. They all brought her gifts in abundance but the one gift she liked most of all was a small African carving with a pearl set in its centre that had been given to her by Adrian. As everyone was leaving Adrian was asked to stay back to discuss a few things. It was then for the first time that Jane made a move to kiss Adrian to thank him both for his wonderful work in her home and also for his lovely gift. The kiss was full of passion and Adrian waited allowing her to finish in her own time and to take any leads. When she finished she looked into his eyes and said, "Adrian you are a wonderful man and I like you very much."

Adrian made no attempt to touch her. He just waited for her to find her own way. On this first occasion she just held Adrian and clearly felt the power of the man. This embrace was the first part of the plan falling nicely into place.

It was a week later when Adrian had a new CD delivered to Amanda with a note attached telling her to watch it carefully and then tell him if she liked what she saw.

Amanda watched the recording with immense interest. It began by showing Adrian in Jane's bedroom where he working on the new project of redecorating the room. Jane then came into view carrying a bottle of gin together with two glasses and she told him that she had become her golf club' champion and had just returned from a prize giving reception. She had obviously ***** too much already and was light headed and very happy at becoming the champion. She poured two ****** and asked Adrian to join her in celebrating her success.

Amanda watched Jane gave Adrian one glass and then she raised her own and said cheers. They touched glasses and Jane drank hers right away and then poured herself another one. She then went to Adrian and put her arm around his waist and started to tell him what a wonder job he was doing for her. She leaned into him and gave him a full passionate kiss. She had to put her glass down as she nearly fell over. Adrian caught her and again they kissed but this time Jane put her hands on Adrian's chest and told him how big and strong he was. She then asked Adrian if he thought she was beautiful and he with his deep voice said he did. Then the words Amanda had been waiting so long to hear when Jane said, "Adrian will you take to bed. I am now the champion and I am in the mood for love."

Adrian looked into her eyes and said, "Jane I have been hoping for weeks that you would ask me."

Amanda said to herself Adrian you wonderful old smooth talking bastard. Jane was now totally ready for seduction and with Adrian's love of women there was no better man than him to bring Jane to the heights of sexual passion.

So Amanda continued to watch while Jane undid the few buttons on Adrian's shirt to reveal a huge black, full bodied, frame with well developed muscles. Jane's hands were all over his chest and arms and she kept telling him how beautiful he was. Then her hands went to the top clip and zip his trousers and as they slipped down his legs so her hands searched for his cock. As it came into view Amanda heard herself gasp at its size as it was about 8 inches long and still not fully erect but also it was very fat. Jane had gasped and said, "Adrian you really are a big boy."

Amanda was dying to see Jane naked and didn't have to wait too long. Slowly but with expert touch Adrian began to disrobe Jane. It was amazingly erotic for Amanda to watch. First her breasts were exposed and Amanda had to accept that they were beautifully formed and well developed. Adrian took his time caressing each breast and sucking on each very large nipple. Then came the icing on the cake for Amanda as Jane's legs revealed and Adrian began to finger Jane's Fanny.

Adrian then lifted Jane on to the bed. He positioned her on the bed with her legs wide spread wide open and cleverly directly in line with one of his cameras. He then spent time kissing Jane and playing with her citreous.

Adrian next move was to lower his mouth between Jane's legs and spent time sucking her mound. His expert touch was having major affects on Jane's naked body as she was screaming louder and louder, as climax after climax shot waves of sexual release through her body. This was wonderful to watch and to listen to but what happened next was what Amanda really wanted to see and Adrian didn't disappoint her. He held her legs apart and holding his magnificent black cock he began to push it in to Jane's fanny. Her protest of, "Oh no please no." were ignored and Adrian fed more and more inches in to her. It was obvious that Jane had never had anything like it before and Amanda watched Jane's fanny flesh around his cock being stretched.

It was clear that Adrian having got this far with Jane wanted to gain every inch of penetration and no doubt aided by Jane's inebriated state the hole between her legs offered little resistance and so he was able to get the full length of his well hung cock right into her. When he knew he had full penetration so he began to withdraw several inches and then pushed home again. As Adrian gave Jane praise for having such a lovely, warm, velvet fanny so she began to overcome her initial fears at having such a big cock in her body and she began to respond herself with her own body thrusts. Adrian then clearly knew Jane had fully succumbed and was his for the taking. It was now time for him to enjoy himself and he began to withdraw more inches each time before thrusting vigorously back inside her hole.

Jane was experiencing multiple climaxes as Adrian was giving her the fuck of her life. He held his sperm release for a long time to ensure Jane had total pleasure before he allowed himself to have his own satisfaction of planting his black seeds in yet another conquest of a white woman's body. As Adrian pulled out Amanda was able to see right up into Jane's exposed fanny and sperm was dribbling out of her still open wide fanny hole.

Jane sat up and looked totally exhausted. However looking at Adrian, Amanda knew he would want a lot more of Jane's body and Amanda was proved right. As Jane was telling Adrian how much she had enjoyed their love making so Adrian was again moving back between Jane's legs. He lifted her legs up over his shoulders and again thrust his black cock in to Jane's ravished fanny.

As Adrian leaned forward Jane was bent over and her feet were nearly by her head but she was perhaps no longer wanting or able to protest. She just laid back and accepted that this big black man was now in charge and she would do anything to have his cock probably when and where he ever wanted her. Whether it was because Adrian knew Amanda would be watching him perform or he just wanted to totally ***** Jane he kept on banging away at her fanny for a long time.

While Amanda had been watching she had removed her own knickers and had been rubbing between her legs with her fingers and she had enjoyed several of her own very personal and delightful climaxes. When she had finished the CD she rang Adrian to thank him and also to congratulate him on his success.

Adrian told Amanda that since that first sex session, which he said happened three days before Jane had wanted sex every day. He told Amanda that Jane's demands suited him as he had a tremendous sexual drive and was always ready to satisfy. He told Amanda that Jane also wanted to keep their relationship a secret.

Adrian said that request suited both, him, and Amanda. He said, he knew now, he had rekindled Jane's sexual urges and she would not be able to get enough of his cock. He also thought the main reason Jane wanted to keep their relationship a secret was because being a prominent white woman in society she did not want anybody, especially, her friends to know she was being fucked by a black cock.

Next time Amanda finds out her plans begins to implode.

Amanda Hamilton had married her husband Ryan and now after just two year of marriage she was almost in a position to gain controlling power over Jane, her most unpleasant ****** in law. Amanda had watched Adrian using his personal skilful seductive charms to entice Jane into being sexually satisfied but all the time drawing her into a situation where he had total control over her mind and her body.

Adrian was now providing Amanda with regular recordings of Jane having her body urges satisfied by his big black cock. Jane was pestering him daily for sexual release and melted as soon as he touched her with no resistance to any of his requests.

It was during the second week after Jane's initial seduction by Adrian that he phoned Amanda to tell her he was sending over a special recording and asked her to watch it as soon as she was able to.

On receipt of the recording Amanda just couldn't wait to watch it. It started with a view of Adrian lying between Jane's legs which as usual were in a regular natural position of being wide open with Adrian lying between them. Jane was obviously enjoying herself by the grunting sounds she was making. Amanda had to assume that they had been at it for some time because when Adrian withdrew his cock from Jane's willing love hole, he picked up his clothes and carried them off to the bathroom for a shower. Jane however, just continued to lie on the bed naked with a contented, satisfied smile on her face.

Amanda kept watching even though nothing happened for several minutes and it appeared that Jane had drifted off to *****.

Amanda continued watching when suddenly a naked black dwarf walked in to the bedroom. Amanda's attention was startled by this new introduction of a stranger in to the plan. The little man stopped by the bed and just looked at Jane. Although he was short in stature between his legs, and growing as he rubbed it, was a very handsome looking cock.

The dwarf then climbed onto the bed with the use on a small table that he had moved to the side of the bed. Although he was short in size he was very muscular. As the dwarf climbed on to the bed Jane was disturbed and it was worth a million dollars to see the picture of alarm on her face. She was asking this new black man who he was and what was he doing in her house and especially in her bedroom.

The dwarf explained to Jane that his name was Errol and he worked for Adrian. He looked at Jane and told her that he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his entire life and he wanted to make love to her. When Jane protested using her very superior voice the dwarf said that Adrian had told him that she, Jane, liked big black cocks and would especially like his. He then showed Jane his now very aroused stiff weapon.

Although Jane made it very plain there was no way she was going to allow him to make love to her the little guy just pulled her ankles towards him and positioned himself between her legs. He then eased his cock into her very wet love hole. Amanda heard Jane continue with her protests saying "This is wrong, you mustn't do this," but like Adrian Errol ignored her plea's and began to fuck her. Amazingly within only a few minutes it became clearly apparent that Jane was beginning to enjoy the feeling of this new black cock and showed her enjoyment by wrapping her thighs around his waist, locking her ankles behind his back and thrusting her own pelvis towards him.

Being short Errol's mouth was level with Jane's breasts and his lips were mauling both her aroused nipples, which in turn was adding to her sexual excitement. It was even more amazing when Adrian returned to the bedroom and sat watching the two of them performing on the bed. After a few minutes Adrian spoke to Jane and asked her what she thought of Errol. She hadn't realised that Adrian was again back in the bedroom until he had spoken and when she replied it sounded something like, "Oh yes, you, oh yes, shouldn't have, oh my god, yes, let him in the house, but oh yes oh, yes, oh yes I just love his big cock."

Almost as she finished speaking Errol began to indicate he was ready to cum and Jane who was also almost there and began shouting, "Oh yes, oh yes, let me feel you shoot in my belly."

As Errol slowly recovered from his energetic fucking he pulled his cock out of Jane's well used love hole and sat on the bed. He began to talk with Adrian about the work to be completed in Jane's house. It was an odd scene seeing Jane laying naked on the bed and two black men talking together as though she was not there. As they finished their conversation Adrian told Eddie to crack on and complete several outstanding jobs at another location.

Adrian then looked at Jane and asked if she was ready for more cock. Jane held out her hand and said, "Yes my darling you know I am always ready for you."

Adrian casually got on the bed and parted Jane's thighs and told her to hold her pussy open for entry. Amanda watched as Jane did as she had been asked pulling the folds of flesh to reveal her love hole. Adrian casually lowered himself gaining full penetration immediately and proceeded to fuck her very forcibly for almost thirty minutes. Amanda was amazed at Adrian's ability to stay stiff for so long and also at Jane's incredible demonstration of her own staying power as her pussy must have been pounded for over an hour.

Two days later Jane phoned Amanda and asked if she would like to see the latest completed decorating in her home. Amanda said she would and arrived during the afternoon of the same day. Adrian and Errol had both left for the day but Jane still took great delight in showing off the work they had completed. Amanda had to admit the work was to a very high standard but what interested her much more was the change in Jane's attitude. She looked her usual elegant self but there was now a new spring in her step even though Amanda thought she sensed that Jane was walking as though she had been riding a horse recently.

Jane also seemed to have lost her normal unpleasant confrontational appetite for finding fault with Amanda. Amanda was almost lulled into a contented position and nearly accepted her success to date and was almost thinking of leaving the situation as it was at that very moment. However, Amanda deep down knew Jane really could never be trusted and therefore she had no alternative but to press on and totally embarrass Jane so she could never return to her spiteful, sneering attitude of the past two years

A few days later Amanda telephoned Adrian and told him how pleased she was with his progress to date but she needed to be in a position where she, Amanda, could walk into a room where Jane was naked and being fucked. Amanda wanted to see the absolute shock on Jane's face and her complete resignation to Amanda and then for Jane to become totally obsequious to her in future.

Adrian told Amanda that he had already anticipated her personal desires and had arranged for an appropriate fuck session the following Wednesday at Jane's house.

Amanda was so grateful to Adrian for all his amazing success. As Amanda ended the phone call her mind began to fast track forward to wishing Wednesday would come as soon as possible. During the next few days Amanda continued to be supplied with recordings. It was so wonderful to watch Jane's absolute acceptance to both Adrian and now Errol's demands for sex and Jane's complete surrender to them both.

One particular CD showed Errol securing a studded collar around, a naked, Jane's neck. He had also secured two small clips to each of her breast nipples with a chain dangling across from each clip. A studded belt was around her waist and both her wrists were secured to two metal rings on either side of the belt. Amanda watched while Errol helped Jane to kneel down and bend over the settee and then he spanked her bottom several times before he started to finger her pussy.

With her nicely rounded derriere a little red he began to stroke his hands all over her buttocks before he began to tickle her toes and her body! As she tried to resist she gradually slipped off the settee to a lying on her back position. Her restrains meant her hands were held firmly to her sides so when he began to arouse his cock her face took on a, "Oh yes please expression," and sure enough she opened her legs as wide as she could.

Although short in stature Errol had an 11 inch long cock and clearly Jane had come to love having it pushed into her willing receptive body. Jane was once more not disappointed as he moved forward and holding his cock directed it into her very wet pussy.

Seeing his small bum banging away in Jane love hole turned Amanda on big time and she laid on the floor enjoying the pleasure of the dildo she was thrusting into her own pussy.

On the arranged Wednesday Adrian asked Amanda to arrive at Jane's home at three thirty in the afternoon and wait in the dining room. As requested Amanda arrived on time and waited for Adrian. Amanda's body was tense with excitement as she felt full of anticipation that shortly she would be gaining control over Jane.

Amanda sat waiting for some time before Adrian entered the room and turned on the Television. Amanda looked at the screen and to her amazement in Jane's bedroom only a few feet away from where Amanda was sitting she saw Jane, Eddie, who she knew, and three other huge black men, who she didn't know. Amanda watched Jane on all fours taking Eddie from behind and for the first time she witnessed Jane's sucking one of the other men's black cock.

Amanda then watched as Jane willingly allowed each of the three black men to take their turn fucking her from behind. It was obvious that Jane had also been introduced to cock sucking as throughout the orgy of sex Jane constantly had a cock in her mouth.

Adrian looked at Amanda and asked her if what she was watching was what she wanted. She replied saying, "Oh yes it's the best situation that I could ever have dreamed of."

As the third black man shot his load into Jane's belly so Eddie positioned himself again behind Jane.

Adrian then suggested to Amanda that she should go up to the bedroom, surprise Jane and then say and do whatever she wanted to.

Strangely Amanda, who was now in a position to achieve her dream coming true but suddenly hesitated as doubts and concerns filled her mind.

Adrian noticed the slowness of Amanda to react and reassured her that all would be fine as he said, "Amanda your time has come go up those stairs now and grasp the moment."

Amanda took those words in to her mind and then accepted that everything was right and Jane would finally be hers.

Amanda regained her composure and proceeded up the stairs. As Amanda pushed open the bedroom door Jane was initially enjoying the cock in her mouth totally unaware of Amanda's presence. It was only when Jane opened her eyes that she saw Amanda standing watching her and Jane's face immediately changed to a rather pale colour. The black cock she was sucking popped out of her mouth as Jane said, "Oh my god, Amanda just what are you doing here?"

Amanda explained that she had been passing the house and had wanted to drop in for coffee and see how Jane was getting on. Amanda looked at Jane and said, "Well madam this is a very interesting situation." Amanda went on to gloat saying how, not in her wildest dreams did she ever expect to find Jane being fucked by black men and also sucking their cock's.

Amanda watched Jane facial expression begin to accept that she could never explain her way out of the position she was in. She was humiliated in front of her ******** in law and totally degraded. Jane pleaded with Amanda to never expose her secret to anyone especially to Amanda's husband Ryan who was also her own ***.

Amanda looked at Jane and recognised how pitiful she looked. There Jane was, naked, talking to Amanda and still being fucked by Errol. Amanda knew now was not the time to be soft on her ***********. Amanda looked at Jane and began to list a number of demands. Jane in turn just nodded as each one was recorded. Jane agreed to put Amanda first whenever they were together, to treat Amanda at all times in future with total respect and to give Amanda a monthly personal shopping allowance. These were just three of a number of Amanda's demands and Jane meekly said yes to them all.

Amanda's mind was also working overtime as she was speaking and although there were other men in the room she wanted to totally degrade Jane.

Amanda asked the three black men to leave apart from Errol who was still locked in Jane's love hole.

Amanda then slipped her hands under her own dress and removed her thong before getting on to the bed in front of Jane. As she did so she raised her dress up to her waist and spread her legs. Using her own fingers Amanda pulled the folds of flesh of her pussy to each side and looking into Jane's eyes and said, "Suck it, you slut, and you had better do a good job of making me happy."

Amanda looked into Jane's eyes and saw the awful request she was making begin to dawn on Jane face. Jane could only accept her own desperate position and with silent reluctance and feeling utterly humiliated Jane lowered her mouth on to Amanda's pussy and began to suck it. The sight of these women getting it on together gave Errol an enormous turn on and he started to vigorously fuck Jane.

Amanda watched Jane go to work with her tongue and her mouth. With all the excitement of the day and of her own personal achievement over Jane Amanda had the most amazing emotional climax ever. Amanda was gasping for air and nearly blacked out but she kept hold of Jane's head, firmly pressing it on to her mound, as she thrashed around on the bed with total erotic abandonment.

When Amanda and Errol were both satisfied she asked him to leave the bedroom.

With Amanda and Jane then alone Amanda told Jane to get off the bed and bend over and touch her toes and keep still. Amanda then stood behind Jane and smacked the cheeks of her arse very hard a number of times. Jane with tears running down her face looked a mess. Amanda then told Jane she would keep secret the fact that Jane loved black cock. Also in return for her silence she would expect Jane to fully comply with all of the requests she had previously agreed to and be totally subservient towards her at all times.

Amanda finished by telling Jane to get on with her life as though nothing had changed and enjoy her newly decorated home together with her rekindled sex life.

Jane looked dejectedly at Amanda and knew she was in no position to argue. Jane had now discovered a new sexual life and her body craved for regular sexual satisfaction. She also adored the way Adrian used her body and how he invited others to share her sexual favours.

Jane disliked Amanda but as long as Amanda kept her promise to keep Jane's new life a secret she would also play the part of the compliant, obedient ***********.

Amanda watched as Jane walked away into the shower, then with the closing of the shower door Amanda made her way out of Jane's home, into her own car, and drove herself home.

Ryan, Amanda's husband, had been away on business for over a week and Amanda expected him to be away for at least another two weeks.

Once at home Amanda wanted to take a shower and then just relax. The shower felt as though it was perhaps the best shower ever. She was so happy. Her desire to dominate Jane had actually come true and now she was able to cover her naked body with a light dressing gown and relax.

It was around half past eight, as Amanda was relaxing and watching television, that she heard her front door bell ring. She really didn't want to see anyone and initially thought she would ignore the caller. However, with several more rings, and having second thoughts, she decided she would open the door.

On opening the door she was taken aback when she found Adrian standing there. Amanda was rather upset with him coming to her home so later, but she let him in, when he said he wanted to talk to her about the events over the last few weeks.

She poured him a whiskey and soda. Once they were seated Adrian asked Amanda if she was happy with the afternoons', final embarrassment of Jane.

Amanda said she was happy beyond belief. She went on to congratulate Adrian on the way he had handled the whole matter from start to finish.

Adrian was pleased in being able to fulfil Amanda's challenge and to deliver Jane into her hands. He reminded Amanda of his initial personal reservations with her challenge. He said he had declined her initially but on reflection accepted her challenge even refusing her offers of payment by asking her to, wait and see, if she was totally satisfied with a job well done.

Adrian looked at Amanda and concluded that together they had achieved so much. He told Amanda he had really enjoyed seducing Jane knowing he was being recorded and that she, Amanda, would be watching his performance's later. Adrian went on to tell her that he had now released sexual urges within Jane's body and only regular sessions of black cock fucking would quieten her in future.

Adrian looked at Amanda and eulogised about her equally achieving a dominating role over Jane.

Amanda nodded in agreement, but, began to feel uncertain as to where Adrian was going with his overall conclusions. Her concerns were founded when Adrian said, "You initially offered me monitory payments to take on your challenge but I decided that I did not want your money, what I really wanted was your body.

Amanda sat upright abruptly and said, "Adrian that is ridiculous. Please leave my home immediately."

Adrian did not move a muscle but said, "Amanda, come on, relax and pour me another *****."

Amanda stood up, walked to the front door, opened it, and looking at Adrian said, "Get out of here right now."

Once again Adrian did not move a muscle but continued to sit in a relaxed position just smiling at her.

Amanda slammed the door shut and picked up the phone. She looked at Adrian and said, "Adrian if you won't go of your own accord I will call the police and have you removed, or even, arrested for unlawful entry."

Adrian looked at Amanda and asked, "How will it look having a black man forcibly ejected from your home? The noise will alert your neighbours as they observe what is happening. The local newspapers will no doubt get to hear about the ruckus. Ryan in turn, will be told of the events and want to ask questions. It will all get pretty ugly."

Amanda began to realise getting rid of Adrian wasn't going to be as easy as she first thought.

Adrian then continued by asking, "Amanda take a minutes to think about all the consequences of any actions you intended to take. At present," he continued, "no one knows about what you have done to Jane. No one knows how you have blackmailed and humiliated her into **********. If all those circumstances concerning Jane were ever to become public knowledge, you will find yourself at the very least, extremely unpopular with the local press. Also all Jane's associates and family, plus your own friends and family will come to hate you. Of course the outcome will probably be much worse. Divorced and thrown out on the streets with no money, your lovely life style gone with your own reputation ruined, and no doubt much more personal suffering to follow."

Amanda began to consider what was happening, and slowly she put the phone she was holding down, and slumped into a seat. She said, "Adrian we have achieved so much on both sides so why are you doing this. I am very willing to pay you, and pay you well, so why isn't that good enough for you?"

Adrian looked at her and replied, "I agree, I have enjoyed the thrill of the chase and the conquest of Jane. It was a wonderful experience pumping Jane into ********** but now I want the grand prize. I want to possess the body of my very good friend Ryan's wife. I saw you at your wedding, but Amanda, you didn't even notice me. Ever since then I have fantasised about Ryan having great sex with such a beautiful woman with such a desirable body."

He continued, "Amanda initially when you came to me with your desires I totally refuted them, but the more I thought about your challenge, the more I felt I could achieve two more goals in my life. First to seduce Ryan's ******, and then to move on and make love to Ryan's beautiful wife! So Amanda you have two choices, you can accept, willingly, to give your body to me or you can refuse my request. If you decide to refuse I walk out of that door and release the pictures and CD's of you and Jane to the world."

Adrian paused and looked into Amanda's eyes and concluded by saying, "Amanda please take a few minutes to think about what I have said. You can remove your gown and let me take your body now, or I can just walk away, what's it going to be?"

Amanda mind was in complete turmoil. Just a few hours ago, her life, was so filled with happiness but now it was being completed shattered. She knew she had no option but to comply with Adrian's demands.

Amanda looked at Adrian and said, "You are a pig, and I hate and detest you. I will never willing make love to you."

Adrian looked at Amanda and said, "Be careful what you are saying. I will expect you to give me your unqualified loyalty over the coming years. Understand right now, I will not accept insubordination from you in any form."

Adrian continued, "Amanda from tonight you will become my unpaid Business Partner. This arrangement will only be known to the two of us. You will perform suitable company functions that will enhance my business whenever I feel your personal talents are appropriate. When I introduce you to business people you will be my known as my, Hospitality Director.

Adrian continued to look at Amanda. He asked, "Now Amanda, please pour some more ******, and let's get to know each other better."

"Thank you." Adrian said as Amanda put two ****** on the side table. "Now my lovely Amanda before you sit down I want you stand in front of me and slowly remove your robe."

Amanda reluctantly did as she was asked; slowly allowing the robe to slip off her shoulders, on to the floor.

Adrian then said, "You're gorgeous naked, so turn around, show me all those lovely assets."

Again Amanda complied with Adrian's instruction.

After several twirls Adrian said, "Amanda you are absolutely beautiful. Every part of you is so evenly formed you are just like a goddess, what a beautiful body. Now I want you to open your legs and lower your body into the squat position exposing that lovely fanny to me."

Amanda looked horrified, but once again she knew she was in no position to refuse.So she held her balance, flexed her thigh muscles tightly and lowered her body down in the requested squat position.

"Now," Adrian said, "let me see you finger your fanny and show me inside?"

Adrian watched with personal delight as Amanda moved her fingers in and around her fanny. "Amanda you are a very sexy woman and I hope we can not only form a successful business partnership together but become close friends."

After a few minutes Adrian could see her thigh muscles were beginning to get strained so he said, "Amanda that was very erotic, come over here and sit with me."

As she sat down next to Adrian, he reached out, and held her 38DD breasts. Amanda hadn't been quite so close to Adrian before, but now she realised just how big his lips were. She could do nothing as he moved towards her and kissed her. His lips closed over her mouth and she realised he was invading her mouth with his tongue. Amanda reluctantly allowed him to continue kissing her and gently but positively caress and squeeze her breasts and her rapidly enlarging nipples.

Adrian had been involved with several strong willed women in the past, and he knew, it was of great importance to dominate them from the very first moment. With this in his mind he released Amanda and told her to stand up and bend forward over the very large arm of the settee.

Amanda was again going to refuse, but when she considered the alternatives, she just complied.

Amanda had her face buried in a settee cushion and was unaware Adrian had taken a tube of KY jelly from his pocket and was smearing it all over his now very aroused stiff cock. He then poured some of the jelly on to the top of Amanda's arse cheeks and watched, as the lubricant, began to slowly flow over her anal opening.

As the jelly began to flow evenly on to the opening so Adrian held his cock and forcibly pushed the head of his cock into Amanda's rectum.

Amanda had lain over the arm of the settee obediently wondering what Adrian had in mind for her. She just never expected him to invade her anally but as she felt his cock enter her she reacted with, "Adrian you bastard not there." as she tried to push him off her and get away.

Adrian, having broken a number of women in using this method, knew the first reaction! He knew how Amanda would react and forcibly held her body by using his own body weight to hold her very firmly in the position he wanted. The more Amanda struggled, so the more her body allowed Adrian's cock to enter further into her rectum. Amanda constantly pushed back trying to get rid of Adrian but each time she pushed back so the more cock went in to her anal.

After, perhaps 5 minutes of struggle and shouting *****, Amanda began to weaken and her body relaxed. As she quietened so Adrian was able to push the whole length of his cock up in to her body opening.

Amanda again started to screaming ***** at Adrian but he also recognised the familiar signs. He knew if this arse fucking session was to go, as all others similar first time session's had previously gone, Amanda would gradually adjust to her new experience, and amazingly would come to love having her arse fucked.

Adrian knew his cock was now fully located inside Amanda's body.

Adrian took not the slightest notice of Amanda's struggles but just held her firmly in position. Another period of time then elapsed and Amanda gradually surrendered as clearly she was in an exhausted, worn out condition.

Adrian again noted the signs of ********** and he knew Amanda was almost broken in. As she making no more noise or attempts to move so he gradually lifted his body weight and began to ease his cock slightly out before pushing it back in.

Amanda's only reaction was to moan a little, so Adrian pulled a little more of his cock out, before thrusting back in. Once again Amanda accepted the movement without any struggling or *****. Adrian then lifted his weight and as he did so he held the, KY jelly tube over the gap between her arse cheeks, squirting a large amount of jelly. He looked down at his cock each time he withdrew it so the jelly was able to run onto it, thus spreading more into Amanda's rectum.

The walls of Amanda's rectum had relaxed and he was able to more easily begin the arse fucking that he so enjoyed. This pleasure was enhanced especially, when he was fucking a white woman's treasured asset for the very first time.

It was then that Adrian began to pull back more and more with equal thrusts. After only a short time Adrian began to note Amanda's body language as she began to move with him. She also began to say, "Oh yes Adrian that is amazing. You are a bastard but you have an amazing cock,"

These words were like being spoken from heaven and just what Adrian wanted to hear.

Adrian then asked, "Amanda baby do you like having your arse fucked by my cock. Tell me you want me to continue, tell me you want me to shoot my spunk up into your belly."

There was a slight hesitation but Amanda knew he had totally conquered her. She was now his for the taking so she replied with, "Yes Adrian please shoot you're cum into me, and yes, having your cock in my arse is incredible."

Adrian's past experiences of women had now ensured that he had broken in another white woman who would accept her new role in life of, willing working for him, and under him, whenever he desired her sexual favours.

Adrian would now be able to enjoying himself. He pulled out of her anal and using his fingers worked more KY jelly into her opening. He then instructed her to lie on her back on the carpet and holding her legs up he eased his cock into her anal and began to pound away. Adrian never failed to be amazed, how every woman he had ever dominated in this way, were so quickly willing to have their arse fucked.

Adrian took his time, but the tightness of this new area to fuck, and because Amanda was such a beautiful woman, all meant he was unable to last as long as he wanted to. All too soon he was shooting his spunk into her, now submissive body.

As they both recovered Adrian told Amanda to shower. He said he would be staying the night and would expect her to perform in every way he wanted. As Amanda completed her shower Adrian joined her and told her to bathe his body.

Once again Amanda felt humiliated but just accepted her new role. As she soaped him she had to admire his tight muscular body, especially his chest and his lovely tight bum. He indicated that he wanted special care taken of his cock and so Amanda proceeded to rub her soapy hands all over his balls and his quite magnificent cock.

As Amanda allowed the soap to wash off Adrian's cock so he pushed her gently down in to a kneeling position. He looked down in to her eyes and said, "Amanda my darling now open that lovely mouth and suck me."

Once again Amanda felt humiliated inside of herself but she also had a new feeling of sexual release so she did as she was told. The cock was big. With both of her hands wrapped around the shaft there was still several inches of cock head protruding. She also noted that her finger tips were not touching her thumb as she gripped the shaft.

She had little experience of having a cock in her mouth but strange as it may be her lips were telling her that she was enjoying the sensation.

Adrian realised how ineffective Amanda was at sucking his cock but he knew he would be training her to give him total release pleasure, but all in good time. Now he just wanted to fuck Amanda into total **********.

Adrian led Amanda in to the bedroom and said; "Now my beautiful Amanda lie back on the bed and spread those lovely legs as wide as you can."

Adrian then moved to a kneeling position in front of Amanda. He opened his mouth and using his tongue touched the flesh around her clitoris sending her body went into spasms of erotic pleasure. The pressure of his tongue and then the sucking of her clitoris pushed Amanda to reveal very quickly urges that, although she tried to control them were exposed to this new lustful desire.

Amanda was totally relaxed and enjoying Adrian's mouth working all round her fanny and her mound when she felt a great surge beginning to grow in her lower body. The desired grew and grew and suddenly she exploded with a tremendous gust of emotion. It was like pain and pleasure all rolled into one but she wanted Adrian to ease off so she tried to push his head away.

Although she tried Adrian held her tightly and kept working his mouth around her mound. Slowly her massive body release subsided and she again relaxed. Adrian once again knew the signs, and continued to work his mouth around her lovely tasting fanny. He brought Amanda to three more massive climaxes and he knew she was then totally relaxed and would be ready to be fucked in any way he wanted.

Adrian then released Amanda and went into the bathroom. When he returned he lay on the bed and told Amanda to sit on him. While he held his very stiff cock he told her to lower her body on to his cock. She had mentally accepted that she was going to have to ride Adrian's big cock at some point in time but she did not want to show him too quickly that she now actually wanted to be fucked. So very slowly she sat on him and held his cock in a position where her fanny could accept him.

Amanda rubbed the head of Adrian's cock into the folds of flesh around the entrance to her fanny and slowly pushed herself down on to it. As she did so Adrian began to caress her breasts and squeeze her nipples. She arched her back as she began to move her body up and down on his magnificent black cock. Amanda absolutely loved to have hands on her breasts and her nipples squeezed.

Adrian said, "Amanda for the last two years I have dreamed of getting my cock into your fanny."

Amanda after only a few moments realised how this big cock was giving her enormous pleasure and she began to groan with lustful screams. She wanted to get complete satisfaction and she pushed herself down and began to enjoy new sexual pleasures. Her body had never experienced such a big cock before and as she worked herself up and down his shaft she was taken by surprise that her body was responding so lustfully.

Amanda mind was in a blur. On the one hand she knew what was happening was wrong but from a sexual sensation experience she just didn't want Adrian to stop.

Adrian then moved Amada on to her back and continued to enjoy his own new lustful pleasures.

Amanda had lost track of time and was just enjoying her body being used. She had also lost count of the number of times Adrian had brought her to amazing sexual heights of excitement and then total release. She slowly came back to normality when she realised that Adrian was lying beside her, kissing her breasts.

When Adrian began to talk to her initially she took little notice of the words but as he spoke so she began to put together what he was saying and what he want her to do.

Amanda said, "I want to start a new business venture by moving into home decorations like carpets, curtains, blinds, fittings, furniture etc and I have arranged a meeting in Turkey with several suppliers."

He continued, "I obtained information from your husband's secretary that he will be away from home for at least another two weeks. He will then be at home for about a week before going away again for nearly a month. With this information I have booked flight tickets for the two of us to visit Turkey where you will be helping me obtain some lucrative new business contracts."

Amanda asked, "Why have you made those arrangements and how will I be able to help you. I have no negotiation skills or anything else."

Adrian smiled and began to laugh as he sucked her breasts and pushed two of his fingers into her fanny.

"Amanda honey," he said, "I have the knowledge and skills to negotiate for the items I want, but you will provide a major business contribution by bringing the two beautiful assets I am sucking on to the negotiation table," and patting her fanny he continued, "and this lovely honey pot between your legs will also bemaking a major contribution."
Amanda looked at Adrian and wanted to say. "No way." but she was too exhausted.

Adrian smiled, "From now on you will now be doing what I want. You will continue to live the high life with Ryan but whenever Ryan is away on business I will be using your services for my own pleasure and, when required, you will be helping me with my businesses ventures."

He then moved back to his dominant position over her and thrust his cock back into her very wet hole.

While he was grinding away at her fanny he just smiled and said," Amanda you will get used to your new role as my Personal Support and Hospitality Director. You will have these nice little holes available whenever I want them."

Amanda again loved the cock she was getting and after a few minutes she nodded her consent. Amanda accepted that like Jane she would now be an addict to Big Black Cocks.

Jane Hamilton had recently been visiting her Doctor, as she was suffering with depression.

Amanda, her ******** in law, had deceived her by using Adrian Raymore, an interior decorator, to show her affection, when in actual fact, he was being used by Amanda to, blackmail her. Although this fact had not been openly stated, her own per***al history in life, of being devious and conniving meant she had slowly, but finally, put two and two together, and concluded that together they had both planned her downfall.

When Adrian first came into her life, she had been flattered. He had a charming per***ality, and he was a most handsome, man. Not only that, but he had a body to die for. Looking back now she had to accept, that since Henry, her husband, had died she had lacked any sexual attention and therefore had been vulnerable, especially to smooth talking, Adrian.

She had taken Adrian's attentive manner as being his devotion towards her, and had eventually allowed him access to her body. She also, now accepted mentally, that she had been drawn to him, not only because he was very good company, and fun to be with, and he had an appealing, assertive style, but, he had beautiful, silky smooth, black skin.

She also had to now accept, that she had been totally enchanted by his very large cock. She thought back, and vividly remembered when she had first explored into his trousers and felt his, not yet fully erect, fat, heavy, black cock. She remembered, although she was slightly inebriated at the time, the first occasion she had felt Adrian's cock being inserted in her fanny. It had been a wonderful moment, sensing the veins on it, the size of it, the length of it but, most of all, Adrian's ability to stay erect for a long time.

Her memories were of complete pleasure, as he had gained full cock penetration, and how she had, during that first fuck, she had enjoyed multiple climaxes. She also had to accept that she had even allowed, Errol the dwarf, to have access to her fanny and now, looking back, how she had also enjoyed the little man's, lovely cock.

She had also ceded to Adrian's requests to allow, several other black men to, as he put it, gang bang her. She had to admit to herself, that she had been, freely enticed into the activities, and also, being honest with herself now, had to admit she had enjoyed every minute of those experiences.

All had been going so well, with her new sex life, right up until Amanda had come into the room and found her naked with all those black men. She had been humiliated. She had to accept her ******** in laws demands, which included putting her mouth between Amanda's legs until she had enjoyed several violent climaxes. Since that day, she was now, was now under Amanda's control.

This control meant, that daily, before ten in the morning, Jane had to be close to her phone, ready to comply, often at a moment's notice, with every request that Amanda asked of her. Luckily, Amanda's visit, were only on two or three days a week. The calls instructed, in advance, to be ready for Amanda's arrival. Being ready, meant wearing the, small waitress black dress, and wear no underwear.

Amanda would arrive, and as usual, call out to her, "Hello, where's my little slut slave."

Jane hated the words, more than her hatred for Amanda. Since she came into Jane's life, via her marriage to her *** Ryan, she just never liked her. Jane knew she had made Amanda's life as difficult, as she possibly could, and her ruthless approach to Amanda had resulted in a massive reversal, to where now, Amanda was in complete control.

With each visit, Jane knew she would be at Amanda's, beck and call. Amanda would always use the toilet in Jane's house, ensuring her excrement released, made the toilet bowl surrounds, extremely dirty. Jane knew her job would be, using only a small hand scrubbing brush, to spotlessly, clean the mess.

During every one of Amanda's visits, Jane knew she would be given various other cleaning jobs. Amanda would always, inspect her work, and find faults. Those mistakes would result, in her having to bend over, expose the cheeks of her arse, and receive up to five hand slaps, or swots from a cane. It was humiliating.

Jane knew, during every visit, she would be required to lower her mouth between Amanda's thighs and suck her clit until she climaxed. Amanda would use every method she could to humiliate Jane. On one occasion, Amanda had made her kneel on the floor while she urinated all over Jane's breasts. She was now totally, under the control of Amanda and, hated it.

Since her exposure, Adrian had continued to fuck her regularly. Although she loved to feel his cock slipping in and out of her fanny, she had come to hate him, as she did Amanda, but sadly, there was nothing she could do, to reverse the situation. That was until Jane overheard, Adrian and Amanda, talking about taking a business trip, to Turkey.

Jane was still, whenever she could, playing golf. She enjoyed the opportunity to get out of the house and away from Adrian's sexual demands on her body and Amanda's demeaning demands.

Strange how circumstances can, sometimes, have ways of helping you to get revenge. Jane's turning point was during an evening golf dinner. The meal was in a restaurant where, she, and Henry, had previously regularly dined together.

Although Jane had not eaten there since Henry's death, immediately she walked into the restaurant, she was warmly greeted by, Hayal the female owner. Jane sat with her golfing friends and enjoyed an excellent meal. The evening went very well, although inwardly Jane felt unhappy, she put on a brave face, ensuring the evening was not spoilt by the unhappiness she felt inside herself.

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It was, as everyone was leaving, that Hayal drew Jane to one side to enquire, why Henry, had not accompanied her. Jane said goodbye to her friends and then sat with Hayal. Jane explained about Henry's death, and how, over the last four years she had not been dining out, so often. She then moved on to her most recent experiences and, as she began to elaborate the details, so she began to cry.

She told Hayal how she had been deceived by Adrian and how now Amanda was so cruel to her. She finished her story by explaining the business trip to be taken by them both to Turkey.

Hayal, being a mature Turkish woman was experienced, at listening, and sympathising, with her customers problems. Jane was amazed at how, even though she was embarrassed, she felt able to pour out her emotions. Hayal had noticed, during the meal, that Jane had enjoyed more than one bottle of wine, and was now, well lubricated, and able to speak openly. When another bottle was put on the table, it brought no protests, from Jane.

As Hayal sat with Jane, she became more aware of Jane's, exposed position to sexual exploitation by, Adrian and Amanda. As Jane finished her story Hayal said, "Mrs Hamilton you have got yourself into a mess. I am very sorry to hear about Henry, he was a nice man, you must miss him deeply. Perhaps, because of his loss, you allowed yourself to be taken advantage of. Now you are talking of getting revenge, well perhaps, we can help each other."

Hayal, went on to explain that Bahir, her husband, had a brother still living in Turkey, and he was the deputy governor of a huge pri***. There have been occasions, she explained, where certain people have, mysteriously disappeared while visiting Turkey, and perhaps these two people, hated so much by you, could also disappear.

Jane listened as Hayal's expressed her thoughts and she began to feel a warm glow inside from, not only sipping, yet another glass of red wine, but also, from what she was hearing.

Hayal then continued on with a list of requests. She would require photos of Adrian and Amanda along with flight details, where they were staying and, if possible, when, where and who they would be visiting. This information would, carefully, be passed on to Bahir's brother, Raif, in Turkey and matters would then be taken care of.

Having talked for over an hour and, as Jane consumed the extra bottle of wine Hayal said, "Jane let me drive you home now. Leave your car here, overnight, as you are in no state to drive. Then tomorrow, come in at lunch time and I will prepare a meal for you and we can talk some more, and of course, you can collect your car."

Jane slept very heavily and it was mid morning before she felt like rising from her bed. Having showered, her mind began to clear and the fuzzy mist, began to lift. Gradually she remembered, golf, meal, wine, Hayal, lunch today, no car. As she dressed, she phoned for a cab.

It was just after mid day when, Jane, re-entered the restaurant where she had been the previous evening. Again Hayal welcomed her in and showed her, to a table, in the corner of the room. Having, again enjoyed a most delightful meal, she was joined by Hayal. "So have you had an opportunity to think about what we discussed last night?"

"To be honest, last night, my mind was rather befuddled; please refresh me again on what you were saying."

Hayal ordered a desert for Jane before recapping the events that, if successful, would enable Jane to get her revenge on both her ******** in law and, the loathsome Adrian. "Last night, after I had dropped you home, I had another idea. We could arrange for Adrian to disappear however, we could give Amanda a frightening time will she is locked up in pri***, but then, bring her home and, degrade her here. How attractive is that to you."

"Hayal, I would be just so grateful if you could do this for me and I will be forever in you debt."

Hayal nodded and continued, "My husband has a number of partners here in this country, who run various businesses. One of his partners runs several brothels, mainly for working men, who have emigrated from Turkey. They are paid low wages, and many of them have families in Turkey so they need alternative, sex opportunities. Melih, runs these establishments, and he is always on the lookout for new, suitable women to take care of those men's needs."

"You said your *** is often away on business trips, and Amanda you told me, is your ***'s wife. Now provided your *** still loves her, and you do not want him, to become too upset, we could arrange for her to work her arse off while he is away. These brothel women are in great demand. Melih keeps the women clean. They are managed carefully, and everyone who fucks them, has to wear a rubber. Would you like Amanda be to be made to work her arse off, servicing these men in one of those brothels, or would you prefer that she disappears, in Turkey?"

Jane sat silently looking at Hayal for several minute and then said, "If, what you have suggested could actually be achieved, I would love to have Amanda, as often as possible, work in one of those brothels.

"Ok, first of all, let us go up stairs to the flat above, and we can set out exactly what needs to be done."

Jane was impressed with how the flat had been decorated. In each room there was expensive furnishings, beautiful framed pictures, lovely vases and soft pile carpets. Having looked around the flat Jane lowered herself into a most, soft and comfortable, settee.

With Jane now settled, Hayal began to talk about the detail of ensconcing both Adrian and Amanda into prison, and then delivering Amanda, into Jane grasp.

While Hayal was taking Jane through the detail, she was also preparing a pot of Turkish coffee. Hayal, with her back towards Jane, poured both cups of coffee, but as she made Jane's coffee she empted, a sachet of powder, into the cup. This powder would have a muscle relaxing effect and also, influence the mind, to accept any situation. Hayal, was a closeted bisexual, and her desire was to get Jane into a compromised position, where she could make love to her.

They sat together while Hayal wrote out her list of what information Jane had to provide.

When the list was completed Hayal moved closer to Jane so she could begin her seduction.

"Mrs Hamilton, as we are now going to be associates, so may I call you by your first name."

"Of course you can Hayal, yes, please call me Jane. I must say that cup of coffee was the best coffee I have had in many a day. You have made me feel very happy hearing your plans, happier than I have been, for a long time."

"Jane my dear I personally feel very sadden to hear you talk of how you have been used and ******. I am hoping you will allow me to, not only bring pleasure to you by removing Adrian from your life but allow me to bring some, new physical pleasure, into your life. Come, rest your head on my shoulder and relax, you are quite safe with me."

Jane began to sense an inner feeling of security and when Hayal lifted her head and lowered her lips onto Jane's lips, it just felt so right. "There my lovely, beautiful Jane I am here to lift the heavy burden of unhappiness from your shoulders and, help you to start a new life."

Jane looked into Hayal's eyes and then watched as each button of her blouse was slowly unbuttoned. As the blouse was opened Hayal said, "Jane you are a beautiful woman and now I want to see your breasts." Jane nodded, allowing Hayal to, very skilfully, unclipped her bra and reveal two gorgeously shaped breasts. Without any more requests Hayal gently caressed each breast and also sucked on each nipple.

Jane had always enjoyed having her breasts played with, but this was a new experience. This was, breast loving, by a mature woman, who knew just how to handle, another woman's sexual needs. Hayal was an expert at stimulating every part of a woman's body, and within just a few minutes, she had Jane eating out of her hand. In a short, but seductive way Hatal had removed all Jane's clothes and had led her into the main bedroom.

While Jane watched, Hayal, slowly removed her own clothes, and then joined Jane on the bed. Hayal's lips travelled all over Jane's body. Hayal knew the importance of, licking and caressing, especially between Jane's legs. She was able to bring Jane to a point of almost, total sexual release, to only then, slow the process and subdue the physical excitement.

Hayal wanted to hear Jane beg, beg to be allowed to reach a full, and complete sexual climax. It was around thirty minutes of caressing, titillation, clit licking and sucking before Jane began to beg, "Hayal you are so lovely, you are making me feel so wonderful but, please, please let me cum."

This first time together was a most important time in their relationship. Hayal wanted Jane's trust, she wanted Jane to feel she needed her, so gentle, sensuous loving, was so important. Hayal's past experience told her, that this was the right moment to allow Jane to work, herself, off.

They were lying side by side with their breasts mashed together when Hayal placed her own thigh between Jane's thighs and pressed it upwards, against Jane's slit. This was a trigger for Jane to start her own self masturbating as she began to rub her slit up and down, on Hayal's thigh. The rubbing became more aggressive, more violent until suddenly, Jane's bodily tensions erupted, "Hayal, oh my god I need to cum, yes, yes, yes, oh fucking hell, ah, ah, yes." Jane was experiencing the most amazing event of her life. She had never felt so wonderfully fulfilled, she was in heaven.

Hayal, wanted Jane to, completely lose herself into this, new world, of lesbian love. Hayal knew it was one thing to be fucked by a man, but completely different to being loved by a women, especially a woman who knew how to be, tender and kind. As Jane came back into her normal world, Hayal knew Jane may, possibly, experience uncertainty or even doubt.

Now Hayal needed to soothe Jane, to make her feel like a Queen, to be tender, to carefully caress every part of Jane's body. If Hayal was successful, this first session would lead to many more, similar, times together.

Not only that, but Hayal had a group of other women who were entwined together. Those women met as often as they could. Nearly all of them were married but, like her, although they enjoyed their male intercourse they were also desperate, and wanted, from time to time, to relax and enjoy the company of other women. Hayal had met a number of women, who, like Jane, she had seduced. She had then drawn them into her secret circle of erotic, naked, anything goes, sex hungry women. Secrecy was uppermost with all the women

Hayal was not a qualified person but, from a *****, she become extremely sagacious. She had always been inquisitive, with a mind that planned well in advance. She prided herself on, not leaving any stone unturned, and when she saw something she wanted, she organised events or circumstances, to get it. Although Jane was really just another notch on her bed post, she just loved the thrill and adventure of leading a woman into surrendering.

She wanted to get all her toys out and take Jane to places she had never been to before, but the dido 's and the black strap on's, would have to wait until Jane had been totally submitted into Hayal's lesbian world.

Hayal wanted to introduce Jane to all her friends, and then release her into their possession. She just knew Jane was going to be a great acquisition. However, combined with her sexual ambitions for Jane, there was first the small matter of, planning and successfully executing, the abduction of Adrian and Amanda.

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Georgie, the Good Doggy


George Thomas Ford was an absolute asshole! He was the retail store owner. He was a round fellow, with white beard. He is often thought of by his employees as the Evil Santa. In fact, he would dress as Santa Claus during the last weekend before Christmas, faking a jovial "Ho, Ho, Ho," and taking little ******** on his lap, asking, "Have you been naughty or nice?" The kids loved him because he really did look and sound like Santa Claus.

George went by Butch. He thought it made him sound more masculine. Butch had posted the time table in the employee lounge. Mark Zukowski was livid! He had requested Wednesday off. Butch had approved that leave last week. Fuming, Mark charged into Butch's office.

"There's a mistake with my schedule, Butch. You agreed to give me Wednesday off."

"I don't recall making such an agreement, Mark. I don't have any leave request forms from you." Butch leaned back, folding his chubby fingers over his round gut.

"We talked about it and you said it'll be alright, that you'll put it on the calendar." Mark was practically shouting.

"Keep your voice down, Mark. I repeat, I don't recall discussing this at all." There was a smirk on Butch's face.

"You fucking asshole! You recall damn well. I won't take this. You've been toying with me ever since I got hired."

"I won't stand for such language in my store. There are ways of doing things in a business, Mr. Zukowski, and shouting and cursing are not acceptable. You know the procedures. Fill out a request form and I'll review it. This is a verbal warning, Mr. Zukowski. One more outburst and your employment will be terminated."

Mark struggled to control his rage. It took him months to get a job. He couldn't afford to lose this one, at least not until the economy recovered. "I apologize, Mr. Ford. If I submit a request form right now, do you think you could approve my leave on Wednesday?" Mark kept his eyes averted because he couldn't rid himself of the desire to punch Butch in the nose.

Butch read Mark's averted eyes as **********. He grinned. "Well, let's check the calendar, Mark. I'm afraid we're shorthanded that day already. Losing one person could overly burden the staff. The holidays are already a stressful time of the year, Mark. You understand, of course."

Mark's fists clenched, trembling with the fury he struggled to contain. "What if I can find someone to switch days with me?"

"Well, of course, Mark. I am a reasonable guy. If you can find someone to switch with, I'd be happy to adjust the work schedule." Butch smiled benevolently, superior to inferior.

Mark nodded his head and stalked out without a word. He spent all day asking his co-workers to switch days with him. None of them took the bait. He called others who were off that day, and they too refused. He wanted to cry. He had to have Wednesday off. His ****** was undergoing surgery that day.

At the end of the day, Mark lingered to speak with Butch again. He entered the office and pleaded, "Mr. Ford, my mom is having surgery on Wednesday, breast cancer you see. I need to be there with her. Couldn't you make an exception?"

"I gather none of your co-workers agreed to switch with you? This time of year is very tough, Mark. Your co-workers have seniority and so their schedules are pretty well set. I'm sure they sympathize with your situation, much as I do, but I'm also sure they have already made plans." Butch laid his stubby fingers on the edge of his desk and put on a semblance of sympathy on his round face. People who didn't know him well were easily fooled by his many semblances. He took full advantage of his jovial Santa Claus appearance.

"Perhaps we could come to an arrangement. I do so much want to help you, Mark."

"What kind of arrangement?"

"Why don't you sit on Santa's lap and we can discuss it?" Butch rolled his chair back away from his desk. His fleshy thighs were sheathed in gray slacks, a suggestive fold in the crotch. He spread his thighs apart and patted the right thigh, winking at Mark. He spread the fingers of his left hand loosely on his left thigh, his gold wedding ring stood out against the gray.

Mark was disgusted. He wasn't into chubby man, especially sleazy chubby man. So sexual harassment really does occur, he thought quietly. Did Butch plan this? He had never told Butch that he was gay, but he did tell several of his co-workers. So you want to play, Butch? I can play this game too.

Mark stepped in front of Butch, staring down at the fat man. Butch looked up with a glint in his eyes. The fold in his crotch rose an inch. Before Butch could reach out, Mark sat himself down on the desk and kicked off his right shoe. He pressed his socked foot into Butch's crotch, feeling the short, fat cock twitch. Butch let out a gasp. Mark slipped his toes below the testicles and tapped them. They were small but firm. Butch moaned.

Roughly Mark kneaded his boss's genitals, not letting up for a second. Butch gasped, moaned, groaned, whimpered, and tossed his head about. This wasn't what he had planned. He told himself to stop Mark, to grab his foot, kick the chair back, yell. But instead he sat helplessly as Mark ******** his loins. He was horrified that his cock was so hard that it hurt. He could feel a wetness against the flesh of his bulb. He began to pant like a dog.

"Please stop! Please, oh, I'm so close!" Butch began to panic as he neared climax. His slacks were an expensive pair. Besides, how could he go home to his wife with cum stained pants? Fuck, he had to go to the grocery store. He had to stop Mark. He had to roll down his pants. But Mark showed no mercy, kneading with his toes and heel, stroking with the sole.

Butch threw back his head and panted heavily, desperate for some semblance of control. He couldn't stand feeling helpless. And yet, his cock was harder than it has ever been in his fifty odd years. He felt the pressure in his gut. "Please stop! I beg you. Not in my pants. Please!" He couldn't stop Mark. He couldn't stop his imminent orgasm. "Fuck!" he cried out. He gripped the arms of his chair, knuckles white, willing himself not to cum. I'm in control, he repeated in his mind. But his throbbing cock belied his mental chanting.

"Oh, fuck! I'm cumming! God, I'm cumming in my pants! Fuck!" Butch roared as he felt his hot semen spurt against the fabric of his boxers and slacks. Mark rolled the cock around against the fabric, spreading the wetness. Butch bulked his hips as the sensitive head of his penis scraped against wet fabric and the hardness of Mark's sole. Butch felt warm, sticky wetness on his cock, balls, between the thighs, hips, and his pubic hair. Strangely, all of these sensations stimulated his orgasm, making him spew his juices longer than he had ever had.

With a grunt, Butch slouched as the last drops dripped from his piss slit. His head hung slack-jawed, arms dangly against the sides of the chair. He stared as Mark's foot, sock wet with cum, was pulled out of view and revealed the state of his crotch. The bulge had vanished as his cock softened. He was soaked. The cum had soaked through the entire pelvic area. He couldn't help but marvel at this. He had cum before in his boxers, wetting only the crotch. Fuck, he thought.

To Butch's shock, Mark's foot reappeared in his downcast view. The foot rose up slowly toward his face. For some reason, he couldn't react. He couldn't pull back his head or close his jaw. He could only watch as the foot neared, his eyes bulging. Even as the toes entered his mouth, he remained frozen. He could taste the salty wetness of the sock as Mark wriggled his toes against Butch's tongue. That undescribable, organic scent of cum filled his nostrils.

What the fuck are you doing? he screamed to himself as he started sucking on the toes, sucking the juices from the sock. He panted. He licked his tongue from toe to heel. Desperately he kissed, licked and sucked Mark's foot. His mouth followed as Mark pulled his foot back and lowered it to the floor. Butch was down on his hands and knees, Mark's upraised toes firmly in his mouth.

Mark stared down on Butch, amazed at what he saw. Butch freed himself of his wet pants and boxers as he sucked Mark's foot. He reared back on his hunches and stuffed his own boxers in his mouth, sucking on the juices, frantically jerking his fat cock with a thumb and index finger. He did the same with the crotch of his pants. He shot another load on Mark's foot. Butch threw his pants away and dove for Mark's foot, licking and sucking up his second load.

Mark had enough. He raised his wet foot and pushed the side of Butch's head, kicking him away. Butch lay panting on his side, staring up at Mark, mortified. "We suspected you were a pervert." Mark spat on Butch, who remained still, eyes frozen in disbelief. Mark pulled out his cock. Even soft, it was longer than Butch's hard-on, though not as fat. "You like the taste of cum? I got a good load but you'll have to work for it."

Butch crawled hastily over to Mark, mouth agape. Mark held out his arm. "I think we still have an arrangement to make, don't we?"

"You could have Wednesday off, Mark. Ok? Now, let me have that load. I gotta have it."

"Put it on the calendar right now. I want you to write a note stating you approved this leave and sign it. I want a copy of it." Butch motioned Mark to step aside so he could access his computer. Mark sat down on Butch's chair. He watched as Butch typed away, his shirt and jacket hanging over his buttocks. Butch grabbed a printout and signed it. He turned around and handed it over to Mark.

"Good. Now take off your shirt and jacket but keep your tie on."

"I kept my part of the arrangement. Now give me the fucking load!" Butch yelled.

"I don't think you understand our arrangement. You still believe you're the boss, that you're in charge. But you see, I'm in charge now. You do what I say and you get what you crave." Mark stroked his soft cock and then pulled out his balls for Butch to see. They were fine balls. Mark tapped his balls and said, "It's been a few days since I last came. I'm sure there's a big load waiting in here."

Butch groaned. He couldn't believe himself. He stripped off his shirt and jacket. His paisley tie hung around his neck like a collar and leash. Butch was a naked snowman, round head, round torso, and round legs.

"Now, hold out the end of your tie to me." Butch glared at Mark, who tapped his balls suggestively. With a deep breath, Butch held out his tie. Mark took it and yanked, pulling Butch closer. Butch tried to break for Mark's cock, but Mark held him back with an outstretched arm to the forehead. "Now, now. Patience, Georgie." Butch growled. "Bad doggy. If you don't behave, you won't get your treat." Butch ceased growling.

"Good, Georgie. Hold up your paws and pant, with your tongue sticking out." Butch debated telling Mark to go fuck himself, but he could smell the mustiness of Mark's cock. And those balls held such promises. He held up his hands, wrists and fingers limp, stuck his tongue out, and panted. 'Wag your tail." Butch shook his ass back and forth. "Roll over and play dead." Butch rolled on to his back and raised his legs and arms, his leash stretching up to Mark's hand.

"This makes you hard, doesn't it?" Mark noticed, grinding his foot against Butch's once again hard cock. Butch moaned, partly due to the pleasure but also because he was horrified with himself. "Sit." Butch sat up on his hunches. Mark stroked his own cock, letting it harden. "You want this, don't you? You want to ***** my juice, yes?" Butch found himself panting again, paws raised. "You want your treat, Georgie? Have you been a good doggy?" Butch whimpered and begged like a desperate dog. He couldn't help himself. He was incredibly turned on.

Mark pulled on the leash, dragging Butch toward his crotch. Butch sucked on Mark's cock as though it was the source of ambrosia. He had never sucked a cock before. He had never even touched another man's cock before. But he was in heaven now. He wagged his ass happily. But after several minutes of sucking, he grew impatient. He wanted the load, the sweet ambrosia. He sucked harder. He whined with whimpers when the juice didn't come. He couldn't stop though. He had to have it.

After a few minutes more, Mark said, "Good doggy. I think it's time for your treat." Butch moaned, wagged his ass vigorously, and kept on sucking. Mark's load was indeed big, thick and juicy. Butch wasn't an adept cocksucker and wasn't able to swallow all of it. Some dribbled out the side of his mouth. Having his mouth overfilling with cum and feeling it slide down his throat drove him crazy. He had an orgasm and spewed small drops on the floor.

When Mark's juices ceased flowing, Butch rushed to gather up the cum that had leaked out, sucking his fingers dry. He then dropped to the plastic of the computer chair mat and licked up his own measly droppings. He watched as Mark stood and zipped himself up. What now, he thought.

Mark tied Butch's tie around the handle of a desk drawer, stripped off his socks, tossing them at Butch, put on his shoes, and walked to the door. Before stepping out, Mark turned to Butch, still naked on the floor, and said, "I hope you understand the nature of our arrangement, now."

Butch sat on his ass on the floor. He didn't cry or growl. He didn't berate himself. Instead, he stared at his tie wrapped around the drawer handle. He wasn't sure what to do. His boxers and pants were wet. It'll be awhile before they dry. He decided he'll pick up a pair of pants from the backstock. Still he didn't move. Did Mark expect me to stay put all night, until he releases me? No way, he thought. But what if I free myself and Mark wanted me to stay put? He wouldn't let me suck him off again. He whimpered, hating not knowing what to do.

He decided to call Mark's cell. On his knees, he brought up Mark's cell number on the computer and dialed. "Hello?" Mark answered. "Hi, Mark. This is Butch."

"Butch? Sorry you got the wrong number. I don't know a Butch."

Butch swallowed his pride and said, "Georgie. I'm Georgie."

"Georgie! Of course, my talking dog! How are you?'

"Good, except I don't know what to do. Am I supposed to stay here till you release me?"

"You got hands, Georgie. I'm sure you can get free yourself."

"But if you want me to stay and I free myself, you'll be pissed and you might not let me suck you off again."

Butch heard Mark laughing hysterically on the other end. His face turned red in anger. He moved to hang up the phone but thought better of it. He couldn't risk it.

"I'm serious, Mark."

Laughing, Mark asked, "So, if I tell you to stay put, you'll stay there till I release you? Because you want to make sure I'll let you suck my cock again?"

"Yes, provided you intend to come back tonight."

"You're a pathetic pig! What makes you think I'll let you suck me again? You're not even good at it."

"But, but, I thought that was the arrangement. I'll be a good doggy and you'll let me suck you. I can become better."

"My cock gets plenty of attention. It doesn't need any from you. The arrangement is simple. When it comes to our business relationship, you are the boss only in name. I am the true boss. I decide my hours and my pay from now on. Otherwise, be prepared to be known as Georgie the doggy by everyone in town."

"You got no evidence! It'll be your word against mine."

"Go on and think that. Nowadays, it is so easy to take a video or snap a few photos."

"Mark, please. I'll be good, I promise. You don't have to blackmail me. I agree to your arrangement. But couldn't you consider just giving me a treat every now and then, you know, if I'm especially good? Please?"

"There's always hope, Georgie. I've always had a soft spot for dogs. Go home before your wife gets worried." Mark hung up.

Butch untied his tie, crawled to where a mirror hung on the wall, and stood up. He gazed at his worried visage in the mirror. "Don't worry, Georgie. If you're a good doggy, he'll let you eat his cum again. You'll have to be an especially good doggy, though. You've been bad for so long that Mark doesn't like you right now. You'll have to get on his good side."

Georgie put on his clothes, including his wet boxers and pants. His cock grew hard, playing out that night's scene in his mind. His clothes weren't wet enough for his liking. He wanted to feel the wam juice on his skin. He saw Mark's socks lying on the floor. He crawled over and sniffed the wet one. He laid prostrate on the floor, grinding his cock against Marks' socks, panting and whimpering. He wasn't satisfied with this. He stuffed the wet sock in his crotch under his boxers. The dry sock he laid on the floor beneath his nose and sniffed deeply as he humped the floor. His hard cock rubbed against the coarse, wet sock. That was better.

He humped madly. He sniffed, whimpered and barked like a dog. He had to practice he felt. One doesn't become a good doggy overnight. He came hard into Mark's sock, the wetness intensified his orgasm. He felt good. He rolled around like a dog, his hands holding the dry sock to his nose. Happy, he crawled to his coat stand. He stood to put on his long overcoat, which would hide his wetness, and stuff the dry sock in a pocket. He returned to his hands and knees and crawled out the store, wagging his tail.

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Interracial In-Laws



My wife, Chastity, has a sister, Bella, several years her
junior, that has always been on the wild side. My prim and proper
wife was usually aghast at the latest information concerning her
little sister's sexual exploits. It wasn't that she condemned her,
she just didn't understand her. I, on the other hand was always
fascinated, and frequently aroused by her actions and her
appearance. She looked spectacular in a mini-skirt, and I loved
hearing from my wife what Bella had told her about her latest
lover's big cock. I secretly hoped in fact that Bella's influence would
corrupt my wife, and when I look back now I can't help but wonder if
I've merely reaped what I had sown. Many years ago I told my wife
that I was impotent and I simply couldn't get aroused anymore. She
took it very badly, she felt it was a reflection on her. I said that
we were still married and that didn't mean she could cheat on me.
She seemed offended my the mere suspicion. Even to this
day she has always maintained that she just isn't interested in
having sex with another man. Imagine my surprise, though, when
I found out she had told her little sister all about my problem and my
accusation! I was completely embarrassed that someone in her family,
particularly someone with so little sense of discretion, was aware of
my peculiar sexual dysfunction. But Bella told Chastity she thought
she should get some action from a "real man" and actually offered to
let her use her apartment to meet her lovers! My wife, politely but
chastely, thanked her for her offer but declined her invitation.

It took me awhile, and I eventually accepted the fact that my
wife intended to keep her wedding vows and remain faithful all her life.
It even seemed that her sister was settling down. We had moved away
and didn't see her sister much, but rumor had it that she had met
someone she wanted to marry. I think it was troubling to the family
that Luke was in his thirties, twice Bella's age. My wife and I soon
became the only family members that were not against her marrying
Luke. So it didn't surprise us when Bella and Luke showed up on
our doorstep on their "honeymoon" asking if they could stay with us.
They had eloped we were told, and couldn't afford a proper honeymoon,
but wanted desperately to get away from the rest of the family for a few days.
We were sworn to secrecy about their marriage because Luke was
black and Chastity's family was pretty racist, her dad was always
complaining about "niggers". But we were happy to help them, Bella
was her little sister. It was a happiness that didn't last too
long. As we got to know Luke it was hard to escape the conclusion
that Chastity's family had been right. Luke was obnoxious,
arrogant, vulgar, and aggressive. At 6'5", a good 260 lbs, he
reminded me of the school yard bully who, secretly ashamed of
spending year after year in the sixth grade, realizes that he can
use his superior size and strength to punish the other students for
his stupidity. "Remember when I said you can't see other men,"
I told my wife, "that goes double for anyone like Luke!" Prompted
by my remark she told me how Luke had crassly propositioned
her before he'd even spent an hour with us, and had been nearly
unrelenting in his pursuit. "Don't worry," she replied, "I don't think
I've ever met a more loathsome man."

We probably should have asked them to leave then and there,
but we didn't know how to explain it to Bella. I think because she
knew I'd make a scene and embarrass her sister if she told me,
Chastity didn't mention that Luke's advances had included attempts at
kissing her, fondling her breasts, and feeling her up. And since I
didn't know the full extent of what had been happening, we agreed
that for Bella's sake we'd let them stay the week and just try to
make the best of it.

Whether Luke mellowed or we became more tolerant, by the
third day of their stay, we seemed to be getting along well enough
for the four of us to go out dining and dancing. Both Bella and
Chastity wore mini-skirts, and according to my wife, had mutually
agreed to wear crotchless pantyhose without their panties. And
since Chastity told me, I suspect that Bella had shared this fact with
Luke as well. It seemed a curious and provocative choice given the
circumstances, but it was terribly arousing to view our sexy wives
together knowing what they weren't wearing, and though I can't
imagine Luke being any less effected, he appeared to be on his
absolute best behavior.

The evening proceeded along rather innocently. It wasn't
until after midnight and several ****** that Luke asked my wife to
dance. I danced with Bella and my cock was stiff the entire time.
All I could think about was fucking her. Looking at Luke and Chastity
I was surprised to observe his remarkable restraint, given his
actions of the past few days. He could have been her brother.

Not much of a dancer myself, and half wasted, I soon grew
tired of dancing with Bella and managed to suppress my distaste for
Luke, allowing him to monopolize Chastity on the dance floor. Pretty
soon there were guys coming over to the table to ask Bella to dance
(an event to which I remember thinking that Luke was strangely
untroubled) and I found myself frequently sitting alone. It gave
me plenty of time and opportunity to pay close attention to Luke
and my wife. With each dance he got a little bolder and Chastity a
little more ***** and little more receptive. She apparently got
tired of pushing his hands away from her ass, for eventually I
watched her just shrug and rest her head on his shoulder, her arms
wrapped loosely around his neck, while his large hands just held and
kneaded her big butt. Though I was greatly disgusted with her casual
acquiescence to Luke's pawing, I was also more than a little
aroused and made allowance for her inebriated condition. When we
got back to the house we went to our room and Luke and Bella went
to theirs. I know Luke was "climbing the walls" horny, but Bella
was so ***** we had to carry her into the bedroom. Chastity and I
didn't even bother going to bed. I sat her on the bathroom sink and
pushed her skirt up, eating her pussy through her crotchless hose.
When I couldn't stand it any longer I just stood between her legs
and fucked her right on the sink, still clothed, her red spike heels
digging into my ass. Chastity went into the kitchen afterwards to get
something to ***** and I stayed in the bedroom and watched a late
movie on TV while I waited for her. I guess I dozed off for a
couple of minutes and when I came around and she still wasn't back,
I went looking for her.

Heading downstairs to the kitchen I was arrested by a jumble
of movement in the living room below me. I stopped cold at the top
of the stairs trying to understand the scene in front of me. There
was enough light drifting into the living room from the kitchen to
make out my 5'4", 125 pound, wife on the sofa, struggling to get
away from Luke, who was on top of her and trying to kiss her. I
remembered their last dance in the bar and stepped back into the
shadows out of sight wondering if she'd arranged to meet him. It
just didn't make any sense, it was hard to imagine her taking such a
chance particularly with the ******** in the house. Still I
hesitated. A part of me, even while automatically trusting her,
felt an irrational jealously. I wondered if she had lied about her
repulsion to his brash vulgarity. I wondered why she hadn't cried
out, or had she while I was ********? Maybe she liked him after
all. She'd always said she preferred older men. He was tall,
muscular, and powerful. Bella had even bragged confidentially about
his cock size. Maybe she was turned on by his physical prowess and
rugged good looks. Thinking about it filled me with self-doubt and
self-loathing, diminishing me and sapping my confidence. By the
time I realized with certainty that her behavior was anything but
consensual, I had already felt the last instinct for action drain
slowly out of me and I kept my place in the dark

Luke sat astride her waist and held her arms over her head,
clamping both her wrists together with one big powerful hand. He
used his other hand to prevent her head from turning away as he
showered her face with kisses and alternately licked and sucked her
lips. He was taking his time with her, savoring every second.
Whenever she opened her mouth to speak or cry out he buried his
tongue down her throat. I could hear her grunting as she tried to
buck and heave her hips up to throw him off but there was just no
way she could dislodge him with his greatly superior weight and
strength. Kicking him in the back with the spike of her heel seemed
to have some minimal effect, but by this time he had pulled her
blouse up and pushed her bra over her tits, and he managed to
diminish her enthusiasm for this approach by simply pinching and
tweaking her nipples.

Repositioning himself to cover her mouth with his free hand,
he sucked her nipples alternately, one then the other and back
again. He was at it for at least ten minutes before I finally heard
him speak. His boldness shocked me. His loud voice was almost a
challenge. It left me with the feeling that nothing could make him
stop. Little did I know that he was taunting me, having spotted me
lurking cowardly upstairs in the dark. "I don't know why you're
fighting this," he told my wife, "telling your sister about your
crotchless pantyhose so she'd tell me, letting me grab your ass on
the dance floor with your husband right there, I've never seen a
cunt hotter to get fucked than you." She pleaded with him to leave
her alone, even promising not to tell if he'd just stop. Ignoring
her appeals, he tried kissing her again but she turned her head
away, and this time rather than hold it in place he just tongued her
ear, licking her face and tonguing the other ear whenever she turned
her head to escape his hungry mouth.

"Bella told me about your husband's teeny little weenie. And
I know she told you about my big dick. How much she loves it.
You're gonna love it too baby. You're gonna be all mine once you
get fucked by a real man." Still holding her arms over her head with
one hand he used his other to unbutton his jeans and extract his
cock. It was so big and hard he had some difficulty getting it out.
Chastity just stared, stunned at the sight of it. It was a good nine
or ten inches and thick as her wrist with a large purple helmet. It
was a magnificent specimen and dwarfed my own cock in length, girth,
and sheer beauty. He moved up to straddle her chest and rubbed his
huge prick all over her face. "Open your mouth and suck it bitch,"
he commanded. She turned her head away and he slapped her check
with his cock. When she continued to refuse his instructions he held
her head again with his free hand and pinched off her nostrils to
***** her to breath through her mouth. "Ok, " he sighed, "if you
won't suck it I'll just have to go ahead and fuck you now."

She tried to clamp her legs together but he appeared to find
little difficulty in prying them apart and positioning himself
between her thighs. I could still see her red heels at the end of
her open, pantyhose covered legs. Her skirt was pushed up almost
to her waist and her blouse and bra had been pulled up over her
tits. She continued to struggle and plead with him to stop,
wiggling her hips to forestall his entry, and he briefly contented
himself with rubbing his cockhead over her slit. "Please don't do
this," she begged. "I swear I won't tell anyone if you'll just let
me go."

"You'll be begging for more of my big cock when I'm through
with you baby," he replied. Pushing his fingers into her pussy he
detected her cum filled cunt and mistook it as a sign of arousal and
desire. Her wetness seemed to inflame his lust. "Damn baby," he
exclaimed, "you just may be a bigger slut than your sister."
Suddenly he lost all control. In a flash he had both hands holding
her hips, steadying his target, and before she had time to react his
cock was driving into her cunt.

"UUggghhhhh," she grunted, loudly, as his big prick bottomed
out into her cervix in one quick plunge. "Oh, oooohhhh, god baby,"
he moaned, "your cunt is so fucking tight."

Realizing, I suppose, that her resistance had failed to deter
him, Chastity apparently had decided to quit fighting. Perfectly still
now, she turned her head away and lay limply while Luke pumped his
cock into her. Luke was unaffected by her indifference. "Your hot
cunt feels so good around my big cock baby," he told her as he
alternately massaged her breasts and tongued her ear. "I'm not in
any hurry honey. I think I just may spend the night in here." My
wife didn't look at him and didn't answer and he continued to take
his time with her. She made no attempt to resist when he hooked his
arms under her knees to raise her thighs against his chest in order
to increase his penetration. He fucked into her with deep, slow,
strokes, and eventually his technique began to produce results.

She started to grunt each time his cockhead bottomed out into
her cervix and she turned her head to look at him. Her lips were
pulled tight around clenched teeth. "Ooohhh," moaned Luke with
every thrust. "I love your cunt. I love fucking you." Chastity's
grunts were softening now. Her breathing was becoming deeper and
was followed by long, raspy exhalations. I could see her hips begin
to move in almost imperceptible undulations. "That's it baby,"
Luke exhorted her, "now you're gettin' into it. Move your cunt
around on my cock. Show me what a slut you are. Show me how much
you love my cock"

"Ooohhh God, uummmhhhh," moaned my wife, her head tilted
back, mouth open and groaning openly. Luke moved to kiss her and
this time she didn't turn her head away, but met his hungry mouth
with open lips. Her whole body was moving now. Every muscle
stretching tight to ***** her pelvis up to capture every centimeter
of the cock pumping into her greedy cunt. Both her hands reached
out frantically to pull in his pistoning buttocks as if, filled and
stretched with more cock than she'd ever had, she craved still more.
Still unsatisfied she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs
around his back. Her red heels dug into his flesh as he fucked her,
but he was oblivious to anything except the feel of the hot, tight
vagina wrapped around his throbbing cock. The sofa creaked and
squeaked under them in a rhythm of lust. "Oh god, fuck me" she
pleaded now. They were like *******, totally out of control. Luke
asking her a series of short and nasty questions. "Do you like
getting fucked by my big dick? Is it bigger than your husbands?"
My wife answering, "yes, oh God, yeesssssss!" "You hot fucking
slut," he told her. "Shake your big fat ass!! Make that pussy dance
around my cock you nasty fucking whore." She came in an explosion
and almost at the same time, Luke drained the content of his balls
deep into her wet cunt. After Luke had finished fucking my wife,
he remained on top and began to kiss her. Having cum, and now
apparently feeling guilty about her ultimately willing capitulation
to Luke's brazen ********* of the sanctity of our marriage, Chastity
signaled that her cooperation was finished, by turning her head away
in shame. Suddenly terrified at the thought of being discovered, I
shrunk back further into the shadows and literally crawled across
the upstairs landing and back into our bedroom. When my wife joined
me just minutes later I pretended to be asleep and she made no
attempt to wake me.

The next morning I was sure she would say something about
what happened, but not a word was mentioned. There was a certain
tension in the air between Chastity and Luke, and though Luke was
boldly attentive to her, she accepted his attention with almost a
grim resignation. All of my repeated attempts to find out if
anything was wrong were greeted with the same half-hearted "nothing
at all." I assumed Chastity felt guilty for the way she had
responded to Luke and I longed to console her, but I dared not even
hint that I had timidly witnessed her ravishment. Luke cast a
knowing grin in my direction several times and I assumed he was
reveling in his memory of how he had used my wife without my
knowledge, an error of judgment on my part that was soon to be
corrected.

It didn't surprise me when we were in bed that night Chastity
seemed distracted and completely uninterested in sex. But it did
surprise me that she seemed in such a hurry for me to go to *****. I
did my best to convince her that I'd drifted off, almost giving up
when it appeared to have produced no results, but ultimately my
patience paid off and I felt her gently sneaking out of bed. Again
I crept out of our bedroom and took my place in the shadows at the
top of the stairs, but this time there was no one in the living
room. This time they were in the library. And this time my vantage
point allowed me to see them easily while making it much more
difficult for them to see me.

I could hear them talking clearly as the sounds waved upward
to my position at the top of the stairs. My wife was telling him
that she had only agreed to meet him to be given the opportunity to
tell him what a lout and a bastard he had been to ***** her into sex
the previous night. Luke chuckled and said, "I might be a 'lout'
but I've also got the kind of hot cock that you love. Don't you,
bitch?" Chastity's silence revealed more than I cared to know. Her
intentions might have been honorable in meeting him, just to tell
him off, but faced with his strong dominate personality, she had
melted and was now just standing there as he removed his pajama
bottoms. With a flick of his wrists he removed her skimpy
translucent dressing gown "besides, bitch, if you didn't want some
more of this big cock of mine, you wouldn't have shown up in such a
sexy outfit just to confront me, isn't that true." Again my Chastity
said nothing but she slowly nodded her head in agreement. Now, I
was truly crushed, knowing that my wife was no longer simply being
****** by her crude and rough brother-in-law into sex but was
actually his willing participant. It was now obvious to me that my
Chastity loved the strong way he manipulated her and was interested in
sex from the kind of strong *****ful man that I could never be!
Without further words he ****** my wife onto her knees in front of
him.

Then, Luke sat naked in one of our big reclining library
chairs. The top of the doorway blocked my view of his head but I
could see everything clearly from about his neck down. My loving
wife was now naked too, and she was on her knees before her
brother-in-law struggling to swallow every inch of his big, fat,
cock. Luke's huge hands enveloped her head and held it firmly in
place as his hips bounced up and down, fucking his prick into my
wife's hot, hungry mouth and down her throat the same way he had
invaded her hot, hungry cunt the night before. "That's it bitch,"
he told her, "swallow that dick you little cock hungry whore. *****
on it! Make your mouth a sloppy wet cunt to eat my dick!" She
gobbled him ravenously, ******* almost every time his balls slapped
against her chin, but redoubling her efforts with each new stream of
rough and dirty talk. I thought it would end with his cock blasting
loads of stirringly cum down her greedy throat, but it eventually
became clear that she wasn't going to let him cum just once, and it
didn't take long to find out why. If I harbored any remaining
thoughts that my Chastity was being ******* into her sexual activities
with Luke they were now completely dispelled as Chastity was now the
initiator of the actions. Getting up off her knees she pushed Luke
back in the reclining chair and then straddled his hips, guiding his
cock to her pussy lips and then sitting down on it, slowing
swallowing every inch inside her hot, velvety cunt. She threw her
head back in ecstasy and then began working her slick box up and
down Luke's fat prick in earnest. "Oh baby, " he moaned, "you're
driving my cock crazy with that tight cunt of yours!"

I couldn't believe it. I was watching my sweet loving wife
willingly and wantonly working her pussy up, down, and, around the
cock of her brother-in-law, the man who had ******** her the night
before. Her cunt was devouring his cock with what can only be
inadequately described as sheer carnal gluttony. I had been
stroking my cock and now suddenly found myself blasting my own cum
all over the carpet. Once again I snuck back in the bedroom, but I
had misjudged the likely length of their activities and fell asleep
before she returned.

The next day everything seemed to be back to normal. Chastity
was now feigning sort of bare tolerance toward Luke, and Luke
pretended Chastity didn't exist. I figured they were trying not to
arouse my suspicions, but I was only partly right. It was their
last day with us, and Chastity went shopping with her sister, leaving
Luke and I alone together. I was stunned by what happened next.
Chastity and her sister had barely left the house when I came out of
the shower, into my bedroom, to find Luke sitting on the edge of my
bed, naked, and stroking his hard cock. I froze in my tracks and
just looked at him. My stomach was turning nervously. "Get over
here and suck my cock," he said smugly, "I want to see if you're any
better than your wife." His request excited me but I couldn't do
what he wanted. "Get outta here, " I screamed in mock indignation.
"Not until I fuck your face, you pussy," was his reply. "I saw you
watching me ball your slut wife. You just stood there like a wimp.
Turned you on didn't it, watching me hold her down and fuck her with
my big dick? Fucking her like a real man. I know you're hungry for
some cock too, just like her."

The thought that he had seen me watching him that first night
flooded me with fear. It gave Luke the terrifying power to tell
her of my failure, it filled me with dread, and I couldn't face him.
I wanted to crawl back in the bathroom and lock the door, but before
I'd taken two steps, he was behind me. I could feel his hardon
poking my ass as he grabbed for my arm, and the next thing I knew he
had managed to get my arm behind my back and had used his leverage
to ***** me to my knees. With one hand he grabbed my hair and
pulled my face into his crotch. With the other he pressed his cock
into my lips and tried to pry my mouth open. "Suck it, you pussy,"
he ordered, "suck it, and it better be good or I tell your wife what
a wimp you are."

My worst fears realized , I felt I had no choice but to do
this unthinkable thing. I opened my mouth and took his cock between
my lips. I could barely open it wide enough to take it all. It was
ten inches long and very thick. I could feel it's big swollen veins
gliding between my lips and under my tongue. Strangely enough I
realized that my own cock had grown hard as a rock too. Luke
cradled the back of my head between his hands and then slowly pushed
his hips forward, working his cock down my throat. When I gagged he
stopped and allowed me to take a breath, far more grace than he had
permitted my wife. "Oh, oh, oh," he chanted as I enveloped his cock
in my hungry wet mouth, swirling my tongue around the purple
helmeted head. "That's good bitch. I pegged you for a guy that
could suck some dick. Your wife told me all about your little
prick, play with it while you suck my big cock."

I no longer needed to be ******. God help me, but I was truly
enjoying this male domination and my first ever cock-sucking. I had
one hand wrapped around my cock pumping and my other wrapped around
his ass to help hold my mouth around his prick. He started walking
backwards toward the bed and I crawled forward on my knees still
sucking on his cock, never letting it leave my mouth. He sat on the
edge and holding my head began fucking his cock into my mouth and
down my throat like it was a big, soft, pussy. "That's it cock
sucker, swallow that dick. I think you love it more than your wife
does if that's possible." I wanted to taste the same cum he'd
pumped into my wife. I started milking and massaging his balls with
both hands trying to make him cum. "God damn," he bellowed,"you
fucking fag, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhh!!!" And I was quickly rewarded with
jet after jet of his stringy hot cum filling my mouth and blasting
down my throat. But he hadn't finished with me yet. He laid me
face down on the bed and took his place behind me, between my legs.
He greased his cock and my ass with his cum and then slowly began
to work it in me. "Please... no..." I protested half-heartedly. "Shut
the fuck up, bitch!" he replied, grabbing the back of my head by
my hair, he yanked my head back, shoved his cock all the way in,
his balls slapping against my ass, he bent me over backwards,
ramming my ass like an ******. "Your ass is mine, just like you
little slut wive's ass!" He spit in my face and slapped me hard,
throwing my face back into the matress and holding my head down.
That shut me up. My ass stuck up in the air, completely vulnerable
to his *****. It hurt at first, but he fucked me for half an hour and before
long it was feeling kinda good. I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt
to be fucked up the ass by another man. Like my wife had, I found
myself begging him to fuck me. "Ohhh..." I moaned *************. He
picked up on it right away, "Yeah, that's it, you like the feel of a big,
black dick in yo ass, don't ya, cracker?" I couldn't help but say yes
and he laughed a deep laugh, knowing he had broken me. As he
pumped his cock to the bottom of my tight ass he told me that
he would use me and my wife whenever and however he pleased.
"Yes, anytime you want, master!" I moaned in reply, not aware of
anything but his hot, black cock filling me up. "You fucking white
faggot, you were born to be my bitch, weren't you?!" he yelled as
he savagely ass-****d me. "God, yesssss!" I cried. "You see,
bitch, I told you your husband was a fucking queer boy" he bellowed.
I didn't understand who he was talking to until he pulled my head up
and pointed it at the closet. The doors opened and there was my
wife, Chastity, and her sister, Bella, who was behind her and had
her hand down my wife's panties, rubbing her clit. Bella massaged
her large breasts with the other hand and sucked on one of her ears.
"Look at that faggot husband of yours, sis, taking that
cock like the little white bitch he is!" Bella whispered raspily into
Chastity's ear. Chastity quivered as she came on Bella's fingers.
Bella pulled her hand out of my wife's panties and brought her
fingers up to Chastity's face, holding them in front of her. "Mmmm,
sissy came good... taste it, cunt!" Chastity did as she was told
and sucked her own cum and pussy juices off her sister's fingers.
Bella then pushed her sister forward and to her knees
in front of me. "Go ahead, sis, ask him how it feels!"
Chastity sat there, speechless, watching her black lover
anally **** her poor, wimpy husband senseless. I was like a ragdoll
in his muscular arms and he easily outweighed me two to one. I
really was like a woman to him.
"Honey... he's fucking you..." she noted, "fucking you...
in the ass..." she seemed transfixed, trying to understand her
new reality.
"UNGH!" I grunted in between thrusts, "I... know!"
"Do... do you like it?" she asked.
"I... UNGH..." I couldn't admit it to her, it was too
humiliating.
"Of course he does, look at his hard little cock!" Bella
said, pointing to my miniature erection and laughing.
"Oh, honey... you've got a little hard-on!" my wife said
in a way that made what was left of my manhood shrivel.
"I... UNGH! I'm sorry!" I apologized.
"Honey, no, that's good!" she assured me, "your
impotence is cured! I'm happy for you! All this time, I thought
it was me, you could never get hard for me, not even on our
wedding night... but it wasn't me, it was you! You're a faggot,
that's all! I'm happy you finally found what turns you on! Being
fucked like a whore by a big, hung, black stallion! I'm so happy,
we have so much in common!"
"I... I... UNGH!" I didn't know what to say or do, Luke's
massive prick pounding my poopchute made it hard to concentrate.
"Come on, honey, it's okay, you can cum, do it, honey,"
she encouraged me, "you're a faggot now!"
That was it, the last straw. I couldn't hold it back any longer.
"OHHHH FUUUCKKKKK!!!!" I groaned as I came on the bed without
ever touching myself. It dribbled out weakly. I was too caught up in
my sheer faggot bliss to be ashamed.
"Good boy!" Chastity beamed as if I was a *****.
"Yeah, little fuckin' faggot, just like I told ya, right, ho?"
Luke sneered.
"Yes, Master, you were right about him..." Chastity nodded.
Luke continued to ram my ass, and even though I had
already cum, it still felt good. I was limp in his arms. Chastity watched,
it must have been an incredible site. As Luke continued to pound me,
grunting and sweating, Chastity moved closer to watch his cock slam
in and out of me. Her little sister, Bella, sat back in a chair and
fingered herself, watching the incredibly kinky scene. Chastity
seemed ********** by the sight of Luke's huge, veiny black cock
delving into my ass to the hilt, over and over and over again. Chastity
looked up at Luke as if he was a god.
"Master?" she asked, caressing his muscular chest with
her delicate, ivory fingers, "Master, are you going to cum inside him?"
she asked.
"You want me to, bitch?" Luke asked, "You want me to
give it to your faggot boyfriend like I gave it to you, hunh?"
"Yes, please, Master!" she begged, "Please, let him
have your cum inside him!"
"Beg for it, bitch!" he commanded.
"Please, Master Luke," she pleaded, "Please fill my
faggot white wimp of a husband with your jizz! Please pump
his ass full of your hot, thick superior black spunk! Please,
like you did to me! I want him to feel it like I did! Please,
Master, please let him feel you impregnate him like the little
white bitch he is!!!"
Her words made even my limp cock twitch. It did much
more for Luke, putting him right over the edge.
"FUCK, I'm cumming, boy, I'm gonna fill your little white
ass with my nigger spunk!" Luke screamed as he started ramming
my ass faster and harder than I ever thought I could take.
"Yes, do it, do it, Luke! Cum up his faggot ass!" Chastity
pleaded.
Then he rammed his cock deeper into me than it
had been yet, I swear his balls were right on my sphincter! He
held it there and I felt his balls tighten. Every muscle in his
body flexed and he held me tightly in place against him.
"Yes, YES!" Chastity cried.
Then I felt it! His cock throbbed, getting thicker even than
it had been! And with each pulse I felt a firey jet of his man juice
shoot into my bowels. It was the most submissive feeling I'd
ever had, to feel another man's spunk filling me up inside. I was
no longer a man, I was his bitch, now and forever. Impossibly,
he kept cumming up my ass, I couldn't believe it! It started to run out
of my ass, he filled me up so much! I could feel it running down my
leg, it was such a degrading feeling. Out of the corner of my eye,
I saw Bella reach orgasm watching her newly wed husband
impregnating her older sister's sissy husband.
Suddenly, he pulled out of me and grabbed my hair and pulled
me and my wife's faces to his cock. He continued to shoot his jizz
all over both of our faces. We both opened our mouths obediantly,
staring up at him like greedy little dogs waiting for our treat from Master.
We took turns taking his spurts on our tongues. Finally, he finished,
having filled our mouths and covered our faces in his man sauce.
He slid his *********** cock into my mouth and I sucked it obediantly
while my wife admired his perfect body and licked his massive balls.
Then he pulled it out of my mouth and slid it into my wife's mouth,
slowly shoving it deeper and deeper until she had completely
deep-throated it. Her cheeks puffed, her eyes watered and she began
to gag. She couldn't breathe, but she never made a move to stop
him and never broke eye contact with him. Just when I thought
she would pass out, he began to pull out, only long enough to give
her a quick breath, then began sliding it in again. It was the sexiest thing
I'd ever seen, my beautiful, prim and proper, pure wife, her face covered
in jizz with a gigantic black cock sliding a foot down her throat. Luke
gently guided my head to her face and I somehow knew instictively
what I was supposed to do. As Luke slowly, sensously face-fucked
my beautiful wife, I licked his cum off her face and swallowed it down.
Before long, Luke was ass-fucking my wife as I laid there
on the bed, exhausted, his spunk still oozing out of my strectched,
loose asshole. I couldn't believe his stanima... or the sheer supply
of semen he could produce! After he had shot his entire load up her
ass, he had her sqaut over my open mouth and **** the whole thing
back into my mouth and made me swallow the brown-tinged ****-spunk
with my mouth open so my wife could watch.
The rest of the weekend was pretty much variations on this,
as he promised, he used us every which way he could imagine... and
he could imagine a lot!
That was their last day with us and Luke gave
the 'happy announcement' as he left that he had business in the area
that would bring him back to our town on a fairly regular and
frequent basis. All of this occurred just last week and Luke is
due to visit with us again next week. A visit I look forward to with
dread and apprehension but also some mixed feeling of potential
excitement. Although, I cannot be absolutely certain, I have the
distinct feeling that my wife is carrying out Luke's orders in
regard to sex with me. Whenever I have wanted to make love to her
these last few days she has found a reason to be unable to do so. On
a couple of occasions after I had licked and sucked her pussy, she
thanked me but said that she just couldn't reciprocate and that I'd
understand soon. I'm almost sure that I'll be enlightened as to what
my new sexual role will be with my wife when Luke joins us for the
first of many exciting visits to our home!

que vous soyez un obsédé ou un bienfaiteur - merci pour tout ce que vous faites...continuez svp - je ne me fatigue pas en vous remerciant


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La soumission de Morgane ------je pense l'avoir déjà poster !-----



J'ai rompu avec Julie au début de l'été. Et malgré les beaux jours, je broyais du noir. Cela s'était remarqué dans mon entourage, jusqu'à mon travail. Pour me changer les idées, Michel, mon collègue qui était dans le bureau d'à côté, m'invita à le rejoindre avec sa famille dans sa mai*** de campagne, non loin de l'océan, pendant la période estivale.

Michel avait été mon mentor, presque mon protecteur lors de mon arrivée dans la société. Jeune cadre d'à peine 30 ans, j'étais un peu perdu lors de mon embauche. Bien que d'une dizaine d'années mon ainé, Michel m'avait pris sous *** aile et nous étions devenus d'excellents camarades de travail. Et 5 ans après, j'avais toujours recours à lui lorsque se présentait une difficulté professionnelle. Parfois nous allions prendre un verre après le travail.

Il était donc triste de me voir au 36e dessous et avait convaincu sa femme, Clotilde, de me laisser passer quelques jours avec eux durant l'été. J'avais rencontré Clotilde à plusieurs reprises lors de divers fêtes avec les collègues de bureau, nous nous entendions plutôt bien, même si nous nous méconnaissions encore. C'était plutôt une belle femme avec une poitrine opulente et qui appréciait les décolletés bien plongeant.

J'avais d'abord refusé l'offre de Michel. Je l'appréciais beaucoup mais j'avais peur de les déranger et surtout, j'ignorais si notre entente parfaite au travail serait aussi solide durant plusieurs jours côtes à côtes 24 heures sur 24. Mais mes projets de vacances s'étaient évaporés avec Julie et j'avais dû annuler la réservation que j'avais déjà effectuée dans un hôtel de la côte d'azur. Ne pouvant me résigner à passer mon congé tout seul, et Michel insistant quotidiennement, je finis par accepter l'invitation.

Michel était ravi. Nul doute qu'il l'aurait été beaucoup moins s'il avait su ce qui se passerait.

Il partit avec sa famille deux jours avant moi, une importante affaire me retenant encore un peu au bureau. Je fis donc le long et monotone trajet de l'autoroute seul jusqu'à la villa.

Je pensais beaucoup à Julie sur le chemin. À ce qu'elle aurait aimé ou pas du paysage, où elle aurait voulu que nous nous arrêtions pour le déjeuner, à la musique qu'elle aurait voulu entendre ou encore à ce qu'elle aurait pu me raconter pendant le trajet. J'aurai aimé pouvoir la sentir près de moi, la toucher. Dans un moment d'ennui, j'aurai posé ma main sur ses cuisses et je serai lentement remonté sous sa jupe. Je serai passé sous sa petite culotte et j'aurai caressé *** bouton d'amour avant d'entrer dans sa chatte avec un doigt d'abord, puis deux et peut être trois. Elle, elle aurait ouvert mon pantalon et dégagé ma bite. Elle m'aurait branlé au rythme de mes caresses avant de passer sous mon bras et de se pencher pour me prendre en bouche. Julie était la reine de la fellation. Et nous aurions joui ainsi, en roulant vers le soleil et la mer. Mais tout ce que ces pensées m'apportèrent, ce fut une belle érection. Et comme je m'étais arrêté il y a peu, je ne voulais pas prendre de retard en me soulageant sur une aire d'autoroute. Aussi je dû attendre sagement que mon excitation faiblisse d'elle-même.

Michel et Clotilde m'accueillirent chaleureusement. La villa était grande, disposant de 4 chambres et de deux de salles de bain. Il y avait un jacuzzi et une piscine. Je n'eus pas le temps de visiter, mes hôtes et moi-même nous dirigeâmes directement dans la chambre qui m'avait été attribuée pour y installer mes affaires. Nous montâmes un escalier vers les combles de la mai***.

_ Elle est un peu isolée des autres, m'expliqua Michel. Tu auras plus d'intimité ainsi.

Mon pauvre Michel, mon ami, si tu savais à quoi j'allais utiliser cette intimité...

Une fois que je fus installé, nous descendîmes pour faire le tour du propriétaire. Nous fîmes la visite complète de la mai*** pour finir par la terrasse qui donnait sur la piscine. C'est là que je vis Morgane pour la première fois.

La fille de Michel et Clotilde comptabilisait tout juste 15 printemps et était d'une beauté radieuse. Elle sortait de l'eau vêtue d'un bikini et s'allongea sur un transat pour se sécher au soleil, ne nous ayant pas vu arriver. Elle avait un corps fin et gracile. Sans bien savoir pourquoi, j'étais ********** par les gouttelettes qui glissaient le long de sa peau légèrement mate. J'éprouvais l'envie de les lécher sur *** ventre plat avant qu'elles ne tombent au sol.

_ Morgane! Loïc! Venez dire bonjour à notre invité.

Je n'avais même pas remarqué le jeune garçon de 12 ans qui s'amusait encore dans la piscine. Il sortit à l'appel de *** père pour nous rejoindre. Je le vis à peine car Morgane s'était levée et s'approchait doucement. J'avais envie de la prendre dans mes bras et de la serrer fort, la sentir contre moi.

Je serrais la main de Loïc et laissait Morgane m'embrasser sur les joues. Ce simple contact me mit dans un grand état d'excitation. Après ma frustration dans la voiture, la vision de Morgane pratiquement nue était plus que je ne pouvais en supporter. Heureusement mon entrejambe était masqué par le bas de ma chemise.

Clotilde m'invita à nous assoir autour de la table sur la terrasse tandis que Michel allait chercher à boire, que Loïc replongeait dans la piscine et que Morgane retournait bronzer. Sans même y réfléchir, je pris la chaise qui me permettait le mieux d'admirer la jeune fille. Michel servit l'apéritif et nous discutâmes pendant un certain temps. De temps en temps, je jetais un oeil sur Morgane.

Au bout d'un moment, celle-ci finit par aller prendre sa douche. Après avoir discrètement regardé *** petit cul rond s'éloigner à l'intérieur, mon érection se calma enfin.

Le reste de la journée se déroula sans problème. Morgane revint de sa douche habillée d'un short et d'un débardeur court qui la rendait très sexy mais qui me permettaient de garder la tête froide. Enfin... un peu plus froide. En allant me coucher cette nuit là, je me suis masturbé avec *****.

Le lendemain matin, je me réveillais assez tard. Je descendais pour prendre mon petit déjeuner lorsque je croisais Michel.

_ Clotilde et moi on doit aller faire quelques achats ce matin. Tu as besoin de quelque chose?

_ Non merci, je ne crois pas.

_ Si tu t'ennuies, il y a la télé et la piscine. Fais comme chez toi. Sinon tu peux toujours aller visiter les environs. On sera de retour pour le déjeuner.

_ Je dois envoyer quelques courriels ce matin. Ensuite, je verrai bien.

Je me doutais que Michel était ennuyé de me laisser seul dès le premier jour alors que *** invitation avait précisément l'inverse pour but. Mais il n'avait pas le choix apparemment.

Je pris mon petit déjeuner pendant que les autres se préparaient à partir.

_ Morgane n'est toujours pas réveillée? Demanda Clotilde.

_ On ne peut plus l'attendre, répondit Michel. Si elle a quelque chose à acheter, elle attendra la prochaine fois. Loïc, pose ta console, on y va.

Il me demanda ensuite de laisser un mot pour Mogane au cas où je sortirai, afin qu'elle ne s'inquiète pas d'être seule. Mais l'idée de me retrouver dans la villa uniquement avec Morgane me coupa toute envie de promenade.

Le reste de la famille partit. La voiture avait à peine quitté l'allée que Morgane entra dans la cuisine en s'étirant, les yeux pleins de sommeil, la voix un peu pâteuse.

_ Bonjour. Mes parents ***t partis?

Elle portait un tee shirt large en guise de pyjama et, en s'étirant, elle dévoilait sans en avoir conscience un morceau de sa petite culotte. Elle offrait à ma vue ses jambes douces et fermes. En toute innocence, Morgane me dévoilait ses charmes et je sentais déjà que je ne tiendrai pas longtemps.

Pour reprendre mes esprits, je débarrassais mes couverts tandis qu'elle s'installait pour *** propre petit déjeuner. J'allumais la télévision et m'installais dans le canapé. Mais de là, je pouvais voir sous la table et bien vite, je ne regardais plus les chaines que je zappais mais ses magnifiques jambes.

Lorsqu'elle eut terminé, elle débarrassa à *** tour la table puis vient également s'assoir sur le canapé, à côté de moi.

Elle s'allongea sur le côté en chien de fusil, les pieds dans ma direction, regardant vaguement l'écran. Je m'adossais dans l'angle du canapé pour voir à la fois la télévision et les jambes de Morgane. Les idées que cela faisait naître en moi devenaient de plus en plus obscènes. Au final j'essayais de river mon regard sur l'écran. Pendant quelques minutes je réussis à tenir bon, même si mon excitation ne diminuait pas pour autant.

Lorsque je jetais un autre coup d'oeil je vis que Morgane s'était rendormie, là, à mes côtés. Ma main était presque sur *** pied. Avec douceur, je la posais sur sa cheville. Elle ne bougea pas. Je m'enhardis et glissais lentement sur *** mollet. Sa peau était tendre et ferme. Je continuais sur sa cuisse. Quelle douceur. Encore plus haut et mes doigts effleurèrent le bord de sa petite culotte. Sans hésiter, je passais dessous et je massais délicatement *** petit derrière de rêve. Elle remua un peu mais n'ouvrit pas les yeux. J'attendis un peu avant de reprendre mon mouvement. Je contenais à grande peine mon désir de la posséder sur le champs.

Je me penchais un peu et glissais mon autre main sous *** tee shirt pour caresser ses petits seins. Je parcourais les formes de ce corps innocent offert. Ma queue palpitait d'envie. J'ai abaissé sa petite culotte et dévoilais sa petite chatte rose. Je jouais un peu avec *** clitoris et je l'entendis gémir. *** souffle se fit plus intense. Je lui écartais légèrement les cuisses et collait ma bouche contre *** sexe. Ma langue pénétra lentement dans *** intimité. Elle était serrée et devait être encore vierge. Je remontais un peu pour sucer *** clitoris tandis que j'introduisais un doigt dans *** con. Je sentis l'hymen me faire barrage.

Morgane remua et s'éveilla. Nous restâmes figés un instant tandis qu'elle prenait conscience d'avoir sa culotte sur les genoux, qu'un mec la suçait et la branlait, abusant de *** sommeil. Moi-même, je me rendis compte de la situation délicate dans laquelle je me trouvais, la langue et le doigt dans la fente de la fille de mon ami. Pendant un instant, je me dis qu'il fallait arrêter, m'excuser et faire rapidement mes valises. Mais mon excitation reprit le contrôle.

Elle tenta de se relever mais ma main sur sa poitrine la retint et la plaqua contre le dossier du canapé. Je repris la masturbation de sa chatte et le massage de *** sein. Mon corps l'empêchait de resserrer les cuisses. Morgane ne bougeait plus. J'entendais sa respiration se faire haletante. *** corps frémissait sous mes coups de langues. Elle était partagée entre sa frayeur d'être ainsi abusée, et l'excitation que provoquait mes caresses. Ne sachant que faire, maintenue sous ma poigne, elle resta immobile.

Je savais qu'il était trop tard pour reculer. Désormais, rien ne pourrait excuser ce que j'avais fait. Aussi, je me dis qu'il valait mieux aller jusqu'au bout. Quitte à ne pas connaître de rédemption, autant achever le crime.

Je débarrassais Morgane de sa petite culotte. Là, elle tenta de se relever encore mais elle ne fit que glisser du canapé à terre. Je l'attrapai par les hanches. Elle me regardait apeurée. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais cette situation m'excita d'avantage. Je décidais de profiter de cette peur.

_ Enlève ton tee shirt!

Morgane resta immobile pendant un instant. Elle voulait dire non, mais n'osait pas.

_ Dépêche!

Elle comprenait qu'elle n'aurait pas le dessus et fut obligée de s'exécuter. Pendant ce temps, je l'avais relâché et j'avais sorti ma bite. Je me caressai en la regardant se dévoiler contre *** gré. Elle vit mon sexe et ne put plus en détacher les yeux. Le premier qu'elle voyait, ou en tout cas, le premier qu'elle allait sentir en elle. Cela devait l'obséder car elle n'eut de réaction que lorsqu'elle sentit que je lui écartais les jambes. Elle eut un mouvement de recul mais je m'étais déjà installé de sorte qu'elle ne puisse les refermer. Elle gémit :

_ Non... S'il vous plait...

Mais j'étais allé bien trop loin pour reculer. Morgane n'avait plus la volonté de se débattre. Elle attendait juste que ce qui devait arriver arrive. Je me suis penché sur elle et je l'ai pénétré d'un coup violent. Elle a crié. Je l'ai dépucelée ainsi, comme un soudard, à même le sol.

Le plaisir était intense. Non seulement parce que Morgane était très serrée et que ma trique était aux anges, mais aussi parce que la douleur de la jeune fille me fouettait le sang. Je n'avais jamais ressenti cela avant. Posséder cette adolescente avec ***** et la sentir réagir à chaque coup de boutoir électrisait mes sens. Je me découvrais un tempérament de dominateur et Morgane en faisait les frais. La belle poussait des plaintes et des gémissements alors que je la besognais avec plus de *****.

Je sentis la jouissance arriver. J'ai sorti ma queue de la chatte de Morgane et j'ai éjaculé sur *** corps de nymphette répandant des jets de *** ventre jusqu'à *** nez. Essoufflé, je me suis relevé en titubant et me suis effondré dans le canapé. Morgane resta prostrée au sol. Elle s'était tournée sur le côté, une main sur *** sexe encore douloureux.

Moi, je reprenais mes esprits. Jamais encore je n'avais eu autant de plaisir. Comme si j'avais redécouvert le sexe. En tout cas, une nouvelle forme de sexe. Avec Julie, nous avions des relations parfois intenses mais jamais de cet ordre là. J'avais aimé « posséder » cette jeune fille sous tous les sens du terme. Elle avait été à moi, un simple objet à mon service, un jouet pour mon plaisir.

Mais une autre réalité faisait également place après la jouissance. Je venais de violer une fille, mineure qui plus est. Rien ne pourra m'empêcher de finir derrière les barreaux et ce serait peut être encore avoir de la chance. J'étais foutu, je le savais, et je n'avais même pas l'idée d'objecter quoi que ce soit à me future sentence.

Je regardais Morgane. Elle ne bougeait pas. Malgré les circonstances je la trouvais toujours belle... et désirable. À nouveau la petite voix dans ma tête me siffla « puisqu'il est trop tard, autant en profiter vraiment ». Je regardais ma queue, poisseuse de sécrétions et de sang puis encore le corps de l'adolescente.

_ Viens ici!

Morgane tourna vers moi ses yeux embués de larmes, semblant ne pas comprendre. Pour ma part, j'étais résolu à tout essayer de ce nouveau sentiment qui m'envahissait : le plaisir de la domination. Cette fille serait à moi, répondant à chacun de mes ordres, tant que je pourrais en donner.

_ Il faut que je vienne te chercher?

Mon ton était menaçant. Jamais je n'avais parlé comme ça à quiconque. J'ignore si j'avais un talent de persuasion ou si la jeune fille était trop choquée pour discuter mais elle se mit péniblement à quatre pattes et avança vers moi. Elle resta néanmoins un peu à l'écart mais je la pris par les aisselles pour la soulever et la poser à genoux sur le canapé, à côté de moi.

_ Sors ta langue et nettoie, salope!

J'ai agrippé sa courte tignasse avec une main et j'ai approché sa tête de ma bite. Elle hésita quelques instants, *** visage pratiquement contre mon sexe. J'ai tiré sur ses cheveux pour l'approcher encore et elle s'est finalement exécutée à contre coeur. Sa petite langue donna quelques coups sur mon pieu et elle avalait le mélange qui le recouvrait avec un air de dégout. J'étais quand même un peu surpris de la facilité avec laquelle elle m'obéissait. Je m'étais attendu à plus de résistance.

De mon autre main je caressais sa petite poitrine encore couverte de ma semence presque asséchée. J'adorais jouer avec ses petits seins fermes aux tétons à peine érigés. Cela me rappelait que je ne devrais pas être en train de faire cela avec une fille si jeune. Mais « l'interdit » était encore plus excitant que tout le reste.

D'ailleurs, sous sa langue malhabile de débutante, mon sexe reprenait de la vigueur. Je me sentais prêt pour un nouveau round. Je glissais ma main le long de *** ventre jusqu'à *** intimité et je la pénétrais de deux doigts. Morgane gémit et me jeta un regard suppliant.

_ Tu ne veux pas recommencer? Lui demandais-je en connaissant la réponse.

Et en effet, elle fit un petit non de la tête. Le fait qu'elle refuse me mit à nouveau au comble de l'excitation. Mais j'avais maintenant l'intention de m'amuser de manière différente.

_ Bon, d'accord. Suce-moi! Et correctement! Si tu me fais bien jouir, on en restera là.

Elle hésita à nouveau, trop perdue pour réfléchir. Je m'enfonçai en elle au maximum d'un coup. Elle poussa un petit cri de douleur puis engloutit immédiatement mon gland dans sa bouche tandis que je faisais de lents va et viens dans sa chatte.

Morgane était une débutante complète en matière de sexe. Exiger d'elle une bonne fellation, ou même une simplement correcte était clairement trop en demander et je m'y attendais. Mais cela faisait parti du jeu. Elle m'avait prit en bouche mais elle ne savait pas trop quoi faire ensuite. Elle tenta de faire comme une masturbation avec ses lèvres mais elle ne les serrait pas assez pour que cela fonctionne.

Après avoir assisté à plusieurs de ses essais désespérés pour me satisfaire, je poussais sa tête subitement pour m'enfoncer dans sa bouche de plusieurs centimètres et je la maintenais avec ***** pour qu'elle ne se retire pas. Morgane se débattait pour échapper à mon emprise mais je la maintenais sans difficultés. Je laissais passer quelques secondes avant de la laisser se relever. Elle prit une grande bouffée d'air. Ses joues étaient rouge vif.

_ T'es pas une bonne suceuse. Je vais devoir jouir autrement.

_ Non! ... S'il vous plait...

Elle semblait vraiment effrayée à cette perspective. Mais je m'attendais à cette réaction aussi je pris un air de mansuétude pour lui dire :

_ OK, recommence! Mais maintenant tu vas t'appliquer. C'est ta dernière chance. T'as jamais sucé de sucettes? Ben tu fais pareil, c'est tout.

Pour ajouter à *** ***********, j'avais décidé de ne plus la tenir et de la laisser agir toute seule. Je lui fis un signe de tête pour lui ordonner de commencer et elle se pencha à nouveau sur moi. Elle me reprit entre ses lèvres et commenças une fellation un peu plus digne, aspirant mon gland entre ses joues.

_ Utilise aussi ta langue, petite suceuse.

Morgane s'exécuta avec un peu de difficultés de coordination. Je m'étonnais encore de sa docilité. C'était vraiment plus facile que je ne l'aurais cru de l'amener à me pomper le dard. On était encore loin des pipes de vraies pros comme les faisait Julie, mais le reste, elle devrait l'apprendre par la pratique. Je jugeais le moment opportun pour la gratifier d'une petite récompense et je tendis le bras pour caresser sa chatte, sans la pénétrer cette fois. Je me contentais de masser *** clitoris et l'entrée de ses petites lèvres. J'allais au même rythme que sa bouche sur ma verge et, après quelques minutes, je la sentis devenir humide. Ce détail m'excita bien plus que la pauvre fellation qu'elle pratiquait. Je lui ai relevé la tête et lui ai montré mes doigts mouillés de ses sécrétions.

_ Tu commences à apprécier on dirait. Je veux voir comment tu te caresses pendant que tu me suces. Ne fais pas ta timorée, je suis sûr que tes doigts connaissent déjà le chemin.

Morgane ne réagit pas tout d'abord et me regardait d'un air effrayé. ************ de se donner du plaisir devant moi la bloquait complètement. Sans plus attendre, je lui saisis la main et la porta sur *** abricot juteux. Je gardais ma main sur la sienne pour m'assurer qu'elle ne tricherait pas.

_ Qu'est-ce que t'attends? Que je me mette en colère?

À cette dernière injonction, la jeune fille n'hésita plus et commença à se caresser doucement. Je la regardais gémir un peu fermant les yeux de honte pour ne pas voir mon visage pervers.

_ N'oublie pas ma bite, petite pute. Elle est à l'air depuis trop longtemps.

Elle sembla hésiter à nouveau.

_ Rappelle-toi que soit je jouis dans ta bouche, soit... ailleurs.

Se rappelant ce qui l'attendait en cas de refus, Morgane se pencha pour reprendre sa fellation, espérant me finir vite dans sa bouche. Elle ignorait encore qu'après avoir déjà jouis une fois, il serait beaucoup plus long de me faire juter à nouveau, surtout avec une pipe aussi malhabile. Evidemment, je comptais là-dessus.

La mignonne s'acharna de longues minutes sur ma bite et commençait à craindre le pire. Elle accéléra d'elle-même la cadence de ses sucions et je sentis que, sans y penser, elle augmenta également la cadence de ses doigts sur sa chatte. Mais rien n'y fit.

_ Tu traines, salope. Je crois que je vais devoir me servir de ta petite chatte une fois de plus.

_ Non...

Morgane ne savait plus quoi faire. Elle était totalement à ma merci. Encore une fois, je jouais la carte de la compréhension, ce qui m'arrangeais également puisque je craignais que quelqu'un ne finisse par arriver.

_ Bon, on va se rendre dans un endroit plus discret pour que tu puisses prendre ton temps. Ramasse tes affaires.

Sans dire un mot, la tête basse, la jeune fille se leva pour ramasser *** tee shirt et sa petite culotte. Puis je l'emmenais au premier étage, sans me priver de lui caresser ses petites fesses dans l'escalier. Je la fis entrer dans la première salle de bain qui avait l'avantage de se trouver presque à mi chemin entre sa chambre et la mienne. Ainsi, en cas de retour de sa famille, j'aurai le temps de m'éclipser et il ne paraitra pas anormal qu'elle se trouve là. Evidemment, ceci dans l'éventualité où elle ne se ruerait pas sur ses parents pour tout leur dire. Mais ça, je préférais ne pas y penser pour le moment.

Dans la salle de bain, je laissais la porte ouverte pour entendre des bruits qui viendraient d'en bas et je fis agenouiller Morgane au centre de la pièce. Je pris mon sexe en main et me branlais face à *** joli minois.

_ Alors? Où en étions-nous?

Elle me regarda d'un air désespéré, espérant peut être un peu de clémence, mais je n'en avais pas encore finit avec elle. Elle dut le voir dans mes yeux car elle abdiqua et s'approcha de mon bas ventre. Toutefois, à peine avait-elle pris mon gland entre ses lèvres que j'immobilisais sa tête avec mes mains.

_ On va essayer une autre méthode.

Sans plus attendre, je me mis à faire de grands vas et viens dans sa bouche. Elle fut surprise et tenta de se dégager mais je la tenais fermement. Elle attrapa mes poignets pour essayer de me faire lâcher prise mais elle était loin d'être assez forte. Je stoppais un instant.

_ Ecoute pétasse. Je vais jouir dans ta bouche que ça te plaise ou non. Et n'oublie pas que je pourrais tout à fait te baiser encore. Alors laisse-toi faire et ça ira beaucoup mieux.

Je repris aussitôt mes coups de reins en ignorant ses gémissements de protestations. Finalement, comprenant qu'elle n'aurait pas le dessus, Morgane décida de se tenir à mes hanches et d'essayer de suivre la cadence.

Avec ce nouveau traitement, je n'ai plus tardé à jouir. Au moment où j'éjaculais, je lui ai maintenu la tête par l'arrière d'une main, pendant que de l'autre je lui pinçais le nez. Ainsi privée d'air, elle dut boire ma semence avant de pouvoir respirer. Mais je l'ai relâchée un peu trop tôt. Morgane eut un haut le coeur et se pencha vivement au dessus de la baignoire en recrachant une partie de mon sperme. Mes derniers jets s'étalèrent sur le carrelage. Je constatais qu'avec tout ce temps qui lui avait été consacrée, ma verge était encore bien dure.

J'attendis un peu que Morgane reprenne *** souffle puis je la saisis par les cheveux et la fis se tourner. Je lui désignais les tâches opaques sur le carrelage.

_ Tu n'as pas honte de gaspiller? Nettoie-moi ça!

Morgane voulut se relever pour aller prendre une serpillère, mais je lui pris à nouveau la tignasse et la força à s'abaisser à quatre pattes, le visage près du sol.

_ Avec ta langue, salope. Au moins, elle aura servit à quelque chose ce matin.

Cette fois-ci elle résista avec entêtement et gardait la bouche bien fermée. Je considérais *** corps de nymphette, le torse presque au sol et *** petit cul bien relevé. Tout en tenant toujours sa tête, je fis pénétrer deux doigts dans *** con. Il était trempé.

_ Tu fais ce que je te dis sinon tu sais ce qui t'attends.

À nouveau, elle s'avoua vaincue. Avec dégout elle lécha mon foutre sur le carrelage froid. Je la regardais faire tout en la masturbant. Je contrôlais presque totalement cette fille et ça continuait de m'exciter terriblement. Mon érection ne faiblissait toujours pas. Je ne voulais pas encore arrêter.

Je me plaçais derrière elle et pelotais sans vergogne ses petites fesses rondes et fermes. Morgane terminait de laper les dernières gouttes perdues de ma semence.

_ Beau travail petite pute. Tu m'as fais jouir et tu as tout nettoyé. Tu es prête pour la suite.

_ Quoi? Fit-elle éberluée. Mais vous aviez dit...

_ Je sais ce que j'ai dit, la coupais-je sur un ton sans réplique, mais je vais te baiser quand même.

_ Noooon!

Elle tenta de s'enfuir mais je tenais déjà ses hanches et ne fit que glisser sur le carrelage. Je la maintenais fermement en entourant sa taille d'un bras tandis que je saisissais mon pieu d'une main. Sans plus attendre, je la pénétrais à nouveau tandis qu'elle poussait un hurlement de douleur. Je commençais mes coups de butoir tandis qu'elle se résignait à subir mes assauts encore une fois.

_ Ta chatte est toute trempée. Même si tu es encore très serrée, ça passe plus facilement. Tiens, prends ça!

D'un coup violent je lui enfonçais toute ma tige dans le con. Elle eut un hoquet de surprise et se mit à gémir lorsque j'accélérais la cadence. Je l'attrapais par les épaules pour avoir une position qui me donnait encore plus de ***** et je la pilonnais avec toute ma vigueur. Ma bite sortait presque complètement d'elle avant de s'y enfoncer brusquement jusqu'à la garde. Elle poussait un cri à chaque fois et le tremblement de *** corps me surexcitait. Je m'approchais de *** oreille.

_ Alors? Haletais-je. Est-ce... que ça te... plait... d'être saillie... comme une chienne?

Morgane ne répondit pas, criant sa douleur.

Moi j'étais aux anges. De multiples sensations de plaisir m'assaillaient. Le plaisir de l'étroitesse de sa petite chatte de vierge défoncée par ma queue, le plaisir de transgresser l'interdit, et surtout le plaisir de dominer, de faire de cette fille ma chose, mon jouet, dont je me sers comme d'un outil de jouissance, pouvant lui infliger douleur ou plaisir.

Je sens que la jouissance arrive et je vais pour me lâcher tranquillement dans *** ventre quand je me dis que ce n'est pas une bonne idée. Aussitôt je me retire et tente de retenir l'explosion. Sans ménagement, je retourne Morgane sur le dos et j'approche ma queue de sa tête. Ses lèvres restent closes mais ce n'est pas ce que je visais. En me masturbant j'éjacule sur *** visage d'ange, le recouvrant de mon foutre.

Cette fois, je crois que je suis bel et bien vidé. Je regardais Morgane allongée au sol, haletante, la tête tournée. Je la saisie d'une main par les joues et lui fit tourner le visage vers ma bite toujours au-dessus d'elle.

_ Nettoie!

Peut être parce qu'elle sentait que s'en était finit, elle ne fut pas aussi docile cette fois et refusa d'ouvrir les lèvres. Mais en fait, tout ne faisait que commencer. Ses parents rentreraient bientôt et si je ne voulais pas qu'elle raconte tout, je devais la garder sous mon emprise, lui montrer que je comptais toujours l'utiliser sans que la présence de sa famille n'y change quoi que ce soit.

_ Nettoie, ou je serais obligé de te punir.

Morgane refusait encore. *** courage n'était que façade, je voyais bien ses yeux terrifiés. Elle ignorait que je pouvais encore être exigeant après avoir fait d'elle ce que je voulais. Elle espérait vraiment que cela ***nait la fin de cette histoire. Il fallait qu'elle comprenne que ce n'était pas le cas.

Je cherchais un objet adéquat pour exprimer ma colère et mon regard tomba sur une brosse à cheveux. Je me levais pour la prendre puis j'attrapais Morgane par le bras, la soulevais et l'obligeais à s'agenouiller face à la baignoire. Là, je la fis se pencher en avant, ses bras à l'intérieur, *** ventre reposant sur le bord et les genoux sur le carrelage. Je la maintenais ainsi en posant une jambe sur *** dos.

Avec le dos de la brosse, je lui donnait une claque magistrale sur les fesses et elle cria de douleur. Elle tenta évidemment de se dégager mais je me laissais aller un peu plus sur elle et le poids de mon corps l'immobilisa. Le bord de la baignoire lui rentrait dans le ventre et elle en eut le souffle coupé. Je lui donnais une bonne dizaine de coups avant de relâcher un peu la pression. Elle prit une grande bouffée d'air avant de sangloter.

_ Alors? On va nettoyer gentiment la queue de *** maître maintenant?

_ Ou... oui...

Je lui donnais un autre coup sur les fesses.

_ Oui qui?

_ Oui... maître!

Je m'assis à côté d'elle, les jambes dans la baignoire. Sans attendre, Morgane se pencha sur moi et se mit à lécher mon membre. Je la retrouvais à nouveau incroyablement docile. Cette fois, elle avait compris que je ne permettais pas qu'elle me dise non.

Avec zèle, Morgane prit carrément mon sexe en bouche, ce qui lui fut facile maintenant qu'il était mou. Elle fit jouer sa langue si bien qu'un début d'érection commença à se faire sentir à nouveau lorsque le bruit de la voiture se fit entendre dans l'allée. Je me relevais et me rajustais rapidement. Morgane resta agenouillée au sol, perdue.

_ Retourne dans ta chambre et habille-toi. Et ne lambine pas!

Je pensais qu'elle ferait plus de difficultés mais lle se leva alors, ramassa sa petite culotte, *** tee-shirt et s'enfuit presque de la salle de bain. Je compris qu'elle avait eu besoin de suivre mes ordres, que je lui dise quoi faire. Jusqu'ici, elle se soumettait sans restrictions, mais les choses allaient se compliquer.

Moi, je remontais dans ma chambre, pris quelques affaires de toilettes et les rangeais dans la salle de bains. À bien y regarder, cette salle de bains m'était pratiquement réservée puisqu'elle était la plus près de ma chambre. La seule autre per***ne qui pouvait l'utiliser était Morgane, dont la chambre se trouvait à équidistance entre les deux salles de bain de la villa. D'ailleurs, les rares autres affaires qui se trouvaient là lui appartenaient.

Je me rasais rapidement tandis que j'entendais le reste de la famille rentrer. Avec une allure un peu plus fraiche, je descendis. Michel et Loïc ramenaient les derniers sacs de commissions tandis que Clotilde rangeait les provisions qu'ils avaient déjà amenées.

_ Oups, désolé, dis-je. J'aurais dû vous donner un coup de main mais je terminais de me raser.

_ C'est rien, répondit Michel. On avait pas grand chose.

Pour participer néanmoins, je me mis à aider Clotilde pour le rangement.

Morgane descendit peu après. Lorsque je la vis, j'eus l'impression que mon coeur s'arrêta. Nos regards se croisèrent et je compris que le sentiment était réciproque. La tension de nous deux entourés de sa famille arrêta le temps.

Je remarquais quand même qu'elle s'était habillée de manière plutôt sexy. Ou du moins à la manière dont les adolescentes peuvent être sexy avec des vêtements qui les dévoilent un peu, découvrant également une certaine innocence dans leur rapport au corps. En l'occurrence, Morgane portait un tee shirt qui ne couvrait pas *** ventre et un short. Elle semblait assez gênée d'apparaître ainsi devant moi. Nul doute qu'elle n'avait pas prévue dans ses affaires de vacances au soleil des tenues plus couvrantes.

_ Tu arrives seulement maintenant? Fit Michel à sa fille sur un ton de reproches. T'es vraiment trop feignante, on s'est tapé les courses sans toi. Est-ce que tu as au moins débarrassé la salle de bain pour notre invité?

_ Euh... non, répondit-elle apeurée.

_ C'est pas vrai! Mais qu'est-ce que tu as fais ce matin? Rien, comme d'habitude. Mais ça ne va pas se passer comme ça. Tu as 5 minutes pour débarrasser ton chantier et tout ranger correctement dans l'autre salle de bain. Et ensuite on reparlera de ta fainéantise.

Morgane baissait la tête devant les remontrances de *** père et je commençais à comprendre pourquoi elle avait été si docile à mon égard. Michel menait apparemment l'éducation de ses enfants à la dure et elle était tout simplement habituée à obéir. Et de toute évidence, elle ne pouvait pas obtenir la moindre aide de *** père. Après avoir été dépucelée, violée, humiliée et frappée en une seule matinée, voilà maintenant qu'elle se faisait engueuler.

Elle remonta fissa vers la salle de bains pour suivre les ordres de *** père. Je laissais alors Clotilde en m'excusant et fila voir mon ami.

_ Ecoute, c'est de ma faute si elle n'a pas fait ce que tu lui as dit. J'ai occupé la salle de bain une bonne partie de la matinée et elle ne pouvait pas y aller.

_ Non, non, ne lui cherche pas d'excuses. De toute façon, elle aurait déjà dû le faire hier.

_ D'un autre côté, est-ce bien nécessaire? Je veux dire, je ne veux pas vous déranger et vous allez être plus embêtés avec une seule salle de bain pour quatre alors que moi j'en aurai une tout seul.

_ Ne t'en fais pas pour ça.

_ J'insiste. On peut parfaitement partager cette salle de bain. Avec le verrou à la porte, on ne peut pas entrer quand quelqu'un est déjà dedans et avec un peut d'organisation on ne se gênera pas. Je t'assure.

Michel avait bien quelques scrupules à laisser sa fille adolescente partager une salle de bain avec un homme inconnu d'elle. Mais il devait reconnaître qu'il ne voyait pas comment nous ne pourrions pas conserver notre intimité mutuelle avec la porte fermée. De plus, il avait confiance en moi, mon pauvre ami. Aussi autorisa-t-il Morgane à rester dans la salle de bain.

Sous prétexte de commencer à nous organiser un peu, je lui dis que j'allais lui en parler. Je remontais donc vers la salle de bain où je trouvais la jeune fille face à l'évier, fourrant vivement ses affaires de toilettes dans un petit sac. Je refermais la porte derrière moi et elle se figea, m'observant dans le miroir. Je m'avançais dans *** dos et posais sans vergogne ma main sur ses petites fesses.

_ Ton père a dit que tu n'étais pas obligée de changer de salle de bain. Sauf bien sûr si cela t'embêtait que je l'occupe aussi malgré le verrou. Je lui ai dis qu'il n'y aurait sûrement pas de problème. Donc, il n'y a pas de problème. Tu vas pouvoir reposer tous tes trucs. Je pense que les vacances vont vraiment être excellentes cette année.

Je n'approchais plus Morgane de l'après-midi. Lorsque cela arrivait fortuitement, comme pour n'importe quelles per***nes qui partagent un même endroit, je la sentais nerveuse et, parallèlement, un fris*** de plaisir m'envahissait. Mais je ne la touchais même plus. Non seulement parce que se précipiter était le meilleur moyen de se faire attraper, mais aussi pour qu'elle se repose un peu, en vue de ce que je préparai. Et surtout, il fallait que je me repose aussi après la succession de jouissances de ce matin.

Je n'abandonnais pas mes plans pour autant. À la vue de la réaction paternelle, je me doutais que Morgane ne pourrait se confier à Michel sur ce qui était arrivé. En début d'après-midi, je su que Clotilde était du même tonneau lorsqu'elle passa un bon quart d'heure à enguirlander sa fille parce quelle avait laissé trainer des affaires par terre dans sa chambre, en l'occurrence le tee shirt et la petite culotte qu'elle portait lorsque je l'ai violée. Je voyais mal Morgane réussir à leur parler d'un sujet aussi honteux que *** dépucelage forcé par leur propre invité et ami. Michel et Clotilde facilitait sans le savoir mes possibilités ******* de leur fille.

C'est donc avec une certaine tranquillité que je m'apprêtais à sortir. J'avais consulté le net sur mon ordinateur, dans ma chambre, pour trouver un sex shop dans les environs. Comme je devais également faire le plein de la voiture après le long trajet d'hier, mon excuse de sortie était toute trouvée. Je fis tout cela le plus rapidement possible, ayant tout de même une petite appréhension. Après tout, on ne sait jamais. Sur la fin de ma petite balade, je craignais même de trouver un fourgon de police devant la villa. Mais le sourire jovial de Michel me rassura aussitôt. Je montais mes achats, cachés dans le sac à dos que j'avais emporté, dans ma chambre et je redescendis pour plonger dans la piscine.

Là, je fis plus ample connaissance avec Loïc qui trouvait enfin quelqu'un pour chahuter avec lui dans l'eau. Jusqu'à la soirée, on aurait facilement pu croire que j'étais un oncle ou un cousin attentionné. Pendant un certain temps, Morgane ne sut pas quoi faire. Elle ne voulait apparemment pas sortir mais y fut contraint par sa mère, non sans une nouvelle montagne de reproches, qui refusait qu'elle reste à l'intérieur avec un si beau soleil. L'adolescente finit par remettre *** bikini pour bronzer, comme si de rien n'était.

Au moment où je sortais de l'eau, elle annonça soudainement qu'elle allait prendre une douche. Elle me fuyait. Je lui laissais un peu d'avance en me séchant rapidement avant de déclarer que j'allais me changer dans ma chambre. En fait, je montais les escaliers quatre à quatre, avec le moins de bruit possible pour la rejoindre dans la salle de bain avant qu'elle ne ferme la porte. Elle faillit réussir à la refermer avant que je n'arrive mais je la bloquais et entrais.

_ On dirait que tu ne veux pas me voir, petite salope. Après tous les efforts que j'ai fait pour toi cet après-midi, ce n'est pas très gentil.

J'avais juste l'intention de lui rappeler qui est le maître et je ne comptais pas rester longtemps, aussi je préférais laisser la porte ouverte pour entendre quelqu'un venir le cas échéant.

Morgane avait reculé à mon entrée et se tenait dos au mur, apeurée. Je m'approchais d'elle et soulevais vivement le haut de *** maillot de bain pour libérer ses mignons petits seins. Je me mis à les caresser avec rudesse. Mon bassin se frottait lentement au sien. Je posais mes lèvres sur les siennes et tentait d'introduire ma langue. Mais elle refusa.

_ Tu as du mal à comprendre ma pauvre fille. Ouvre-moi cette bouche, sinon...

En guise de menace, je pinçais durement ses tétons et elle poussa un gémissement de douleur. Lorsque je fis une nouvelle tentative, ses lèvres s'ouvrirent et sa langue répondit même à la mienne, bien qu'on sentait peu de passion dans cet échange. Avec le frottement de mon bas ventre sur le sien, mon envie s'éveilla à nouveau. À travers nos maillot, je la caressais doucement avec ma trique sans provoquer la moindre réaction de défense. J'aurais pu la prendre là, debout contre le mur si je l'avais voulu. Mais le moment n'était pas encore venu. Puisqu'elle avait retenu la leçon pour l'instant, je la libérais de mon étreinte et partis en direction de ma chambre comme si de rien n'était.

Le reste de la soirée ressembla assez à celle de la veille, conviviale et tranquille. Morgane ne disait pas grand chose mais elle était de toute façon d'une nature plutôt effacée en temps normal. Aussi, cela ne choqua per***ne. Elle alla se coucher tôt, prétextant être fatiguée. Comme si de rien n'était, je restais avec Michel, Clotilde et Loïc jusqu'à ce que nous décidions ensemble d'aller dormir.

Mais je n'étais pas fatigué. Je m'étais préparé en buvant discrètement des bois***s énergisantes dans ma chambre et ceci sans compter avoir bu plusieurs cafés avec Michel et Clotilde dans la soirée. Il ne me restait plus qu'à attendre le moment opportun et je commençais à préparer le matériel que j'avais prévu.

Au bout de trois heures à passer le temps sur le net, je décidais de passer à l'action. Je pris mon sac et descendait discrètement jusqu'à la chambre de Morgane. Dans le couloir, je marchais au ralenti. J'entendis des ronflements dans la chambre de Michel et Clotilde, ce qui me rassura un peu. Mais je devais rester vigilant. J'appuyais doucement sur la poignée de la porte de la chambre. Toutes les pièces avaient des portes avec des serrures mais je n'ai vu de clefs sur aucune d'elles, je n'ai donc pas eu la présence d'esprit d'ordonner à Morgane de laisser la porte ouverte, d'ailleurs cela lui aurait peut être donné l'idée de la fermer. Je craignais toutefois qu'elle ait pu avoir l'idée toute seule de dénicher la clef et d'assurer sa tranquillité. Mais ce ne fut pas le cas. La porte s'ouvrit.

Je me glissais à l'intérieur en silence et refermait doucement la porte. La chambre était totalement dans le noir. Heureusement j'avais prévu une lampe de poche dont je dirigeais le rayon vers le sol pour que la luminosité n'éveille pas Morgane. Je me déplaçais lentement, avec attention, pour m'approcher du lit double où la belle dormait à poings fermés. Je posais mon sac près de la table de chevet. Je l'observais un moment. Le contour de ses yeux était rouge. Elle avait pleuré et cette marque de vulnérabilité m'excita grandement.

Sans plus attendre, je posais ma main sur sa bouche. Comme prévu, elle se réveilla en sursaut. Ses yeux paniqués fouillèrent la pénombre et me trouvèrent. Maintenant, elle savait à quoi s'attendre. Je me suis penché vers elle.

_ Enfin réveillée. Tu apprendras qu'il n'y a pas d'heure pour les chiennes. Elles obéissent à leur maître à n'importe quel moment. On va commencer doucement, le temps que tu sois complètement sortie du sommeil. Ce serait dommage que tu ne profites pas de tout. Lève-toi et désape-toi!

Sachant qu'elle n'avait pas plus envie que moi de voir ses parents débarquer dans cette situation, je retirais ma main. À contre coeur, elle sortit de sous ses draps pendant que j'allumais la lampe de chevet pour y voir un peu plus clair. Je m'assis tranquillement sur le bord du lit pendant qu'elle se déshabillait.

Lorsqu'elle fut nue, je l'attrapais par les hanches pour l'approcher de moi jusque entre mes jambes, ses tibias contre le matelas. J'ai aussitôt introduit deux de mes doigts dans sa fente, presque jusqu'à la paume. Elle dut se retenir, à grande peine, de crier. Je commençais à masser l'intérieur de sa vulve tandis que la pulpe de mon pouce faisait rouler *** clitoris. Mon visage était à la hauteur de ses petits seins et je ne résistais pas à l'envie de suçoter l'un des tétons dans ma bouche. J'entendais clairement qu'elle retenait des gémissements. L'intérieur de *** intimité devint rapidement humide.

_ Tu vois, fis-je en retirant mes doigts mouillés et en les lui montrant, tu as beau essayé de te dérober, ton corps me montre ce que tu désires vraiment. Justement, j'ai pensé à toi cet après-midi.

Je laissais Morgane le temps de prendre mon sac et de fouiller à l'intérieur pour en sortir le premier jouet qu'elle regarda d'un air plus intrigué qu'apeuré.

_ C'est un oeuf vibrant, dis-je pour répondre à la question qu'elle n'osait pas poser, avec l'intensité contrôlable à distance par cette télécommande. La portée n'est pas très grande mais pour ce soir, ça suffira amplement.

Je pris le bras de la jeune fille et la jetais en travers du lit. Je me penchais sur elle et introduisit l'oeuf dans sa chatte. Je l'y maintenait d'une main recouvrant *** sexe tandis qu'avec l'autre je lui montrais la télécommande.

_ On va commencer avec la moitié de la puissance.

Je poussais le bouton de commande et Morgane, surprise par cette nouvelle sensation, poussa un petit cri ***ore. Je plaquais ma main, et la télécommande, sur sa bouche. Mon coeur venait de faire un bond. Je tendis l'oreille pendant plusieurs minutes pour guetter le moindre bruit mais je n'entendis rien. Apparemment, tous les autres dormaient profondément.

J'avais longtemps réfléchit au moyen d'opérer pour cette nuit. Il aurait été beaucoup moins dangereux que j'emmène Morgane jusqu'à ma chambre, plus loin des autres et la seule dont la porte ferme à clef, une attention de Michel et Clotilde pour préserver mon intimité. Là, elle aurait même pu crier toute la nuit sans que cela ne s'entende. Mais il fallait que ça se passe ici. Il fallait qu'elle comprenne que sa chambre n'était plus *** endroit per***nel et réservé. À partir du moment où elle m'appartenait, plus rien n'était à elle et elle ne pouvait se réfugier nul part. C'était risqué, mais si tout se passait bien, elle aurait franchit une étape importante dans sa soumission.

Je retirais la main de sa bouche. Maintenant que l'effet de surprise était passé, elle se contentait de respirer fortement. J'introduisis à nouveau deux doigts en elle entre lesquels j'attrapais l'oeuf. Je me mis à la masturber doucement tandis que mon pouce se remit à jouer avec *** bouton d'amour.

Morgane commençait à répondre, malgré elle, à tous ces stimuli. *** corps se cambrait un peu au rythme de mes vas et viens et elle commençait à haleter vraiment. Moi, tout en la masturbant, j'avais posé la télécommande sur le côté et je caressais sa petite poitrine, la regardant prendre du plaisir. Je me penchais sur elle pour l'embrasser et ma langue s'introduisit sans rencontrer de résistance. Elle y répondit même, bien que trop mécaniquement.

Jouer avec le corps de Morgane m'amusait beaucoup mais je commençais à me sentir à l'étroit dans mon pantalon et il était tout à fait temps de passer à la phase suivante. D'un coup soudain, je retirais mes doigts et l'oeuf vibrant du sexe trempé. La jeune fille en poussa un gémissement de dépit en me regardant d'un air interrogateur et suppliant.

_ J'ai comme l'impression que ça te plaît ce petit jouet. Tu en veux encore?

Morgane savait que j'essayais de la manipuler. Elle jeta un coup d'oeil sur l'oeuf, brillant de ses sécrétions intimes, hésitant entre le plaisir qu'elle venait de ressentir et le fait de devoir se soumettre pour l'obtenir.

_ Alors? Tu es une petite chienne qui veut jouir avec l'oeuf ou pas?

Je posais le sex toy contre *** clitoris et elle gémit à nouveau. Je le retirais encore avec un sourire narquois.

_ Réponds, on ne va pas y passer la nuit.

_ Oui..., souffla-t-elle, ... d'accord...

_ Je n'ai pas bien entendu. Tu devrais dire toute la phrase pour que je sois sûr de ton choix.

Elle hésita encore un peu, se demandant probablement jusqu'à qu'elle point elle pouvait aller sans trop s'engager. Elle ignorait qu'elle avait déjà passer le point de non retour en acceptant, même à demi-mots.

_ Je suis une petite chienne qui veut jouir avec l'oeuf.

Je posais le vibrateur sur *** pubis et je le fis lentement diminuer d'intensité. Morgane m'observa pour savoir ce qui n'allait pas. Elle comprit rapidement.

_ Je suis une petite chienne qui veut jouir avec l'oeuf, Maître.

_ Voilà qui est mieux.

Je me redressais en position assise sur le bord du lit et arrêtais complètement le sex toy.

_ Tu vas me sucer et si tu le fais correctement, je te laisserais jouer avec l'oeuf. Tu n'as pas le droit de te caresser en attendant.

Morgane fut inquiète, ne sachant pas si je l'attirais vers un nouveau piège ou non. Elle savait qu'elle n'était pas très douée en fellation et craignait de ne jamais obtenir sa récompense. Néanmoins, résolue, elle s'agenouilla sur le sol face à moi et ouvrit mon pantalon avec des gestes fébriles et incertains. Une fois ma verge à l'air elle commença par lécher timidement le contour du gland puis, se rendant compte que ce n'est pas comme ça qu'elle gagnerait quoi que ce soit, elle l'introduisit dans sa bouche.

Sa pratique était toujours hésitante. Elle mit quelques secondes avant de se souvenir de ce que je lui avais dit ce matin et de commencer à sucer un peu plus correctement. Je la laissais faire un peu puis je passais à la suite de mon plan.

_ C'est pas trop mal. Je t'autorise à te caresser avec une main. Avec l'autre, tu vas me branler tout en continuant à sucer.

Je devais veiller à ce que *** excitation ne retombe pas pendant ce qui s'annonçait comme une pipe laborieuse, ce serait obligatoire pour la suite. Puisqu'elle ne l'avait jamais fait, je dû guider sa main sur ma verge pour coordonner les efforts de celle-ci avec sa bouche. *** autre main, en revanche, n'eut besoin d'aucune aide. Lorsque je sentis qu'elle n'avait plus besoin d'aide, je la laissais faire.