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Orgasm Control

One of the aspects of our cuckolding relationship that I dislike the most is my Wife's demand for limiting my orgasms. Before I married her, I was a chronic masturbator. I'd jack off at least once or twice daily. Now I am only allowed to have an orgasm on the second and last Sundays of each month; plus on Christmas, our anniversary, and my birthday. I went from over 700 orgasms a year to 27. The first two years of our marriage (we've been married over five years now) I got to come every Sunday, but my Wife believed that that was far too many orgasms for her cuckold.



As you can imagine it was pretty tough adjusting to such infrequent moments of sexual relief. Sexual frustration is my life. I am a married virgin cuckold who, as long as I am married to my Wife, will never have sex with my own Wife or any other woman. My only sexual relief is through masturbation. My Wife always chooses how I acheive my orgasms and She makes me consume my ejaculate every time, which ruins the moment of post orgasmic bliss.



As I have mentioned earlier, I am allowed release on the second and last Sundays of each month. This month is a dreaded Five Sunday Month. I have not come in 20 days. My Wife has been blueballing me daily, making me produce precum constantly. My balls are so sore and full and tender. If I even touched myself I think I'd explode. I have to be very careful. I had to stop watching my Wife fuck her lover, our 48 year old neighbor (my Wife's 31 and I'm 35) from our closet because it was beginning to be too much for me.



I was scheduled to come tomorrow, but my Wife just made a deal with me to wait until Labor Day. By waiting one day, my Wife has promised me a weekend of *********** as She "unleashes the Bitch." On Monday, I get a Cuckold Appreciation Day where I get to do all the things She allows me, as her cuckold, to do with Her. At the end of the day, she is going to let me hump her leg like a dog Without one of my tiny condoms on. She is going to actually let my bare penis touch her bare leg for the first time. I'll probably come on contact so there will be very little humping going on. I will probably dribble out about a gallon of semen on my Wife's smooth lovely leg. And then She's going to make me lick all my cum off of her, but it'll be worth it.



I expect She will have lots of sex with her lover this weekend. They are going out for dinner tonight and She's getting ready right now. She looks so hot that I'm trying to avoid her so that my balls don't turn a darker shade of blue. They are planning on coming back to my Wife's house to fuck. I don't know how I'm going to handle two more days listening to them fucking and hearing my Wife praise her lover while she's belittling me. Hopefully Monday will be worth what will be 22 days of blueballed frustration.



My Wife loves the fact that She is 100% in control of every aspect of my sexual life. It turns her on to do so many things with men not married to her that her own husband is forbidden. She especially loves the fact that I will not come without her permission. Most of all She swears that "a horny cuck is an obediant cuck."





My Wife and her lover got back from their date a little earilier than they usually do. I had to move quickly to the spare room so I wouldn't be discovered. Little did I know that my Wife tweaked the rules of our relationship. They rushed into the Mistress bedroom.



My Wife was loud and vocal, but Her Lover didn't say a word, which is unusual. They wasted little time and started fucking right away. I could hear his balls slapping on my Wife's skin as She vocalized Her pleasure. When I heard his familiar orgasmic grunt, I could picture his semen blasting into my Wife's pussy. My tiny penis was drooling precum.



"Have fun golfing tomorrow," my Wife said. A few minutes later I heard the front door slam and was beckoned by my Wife to enter Her bedroom. Apparently the neighbor had an early golf outing and needed his rest, so they only fucked once.



When I entered the bedroom I almost came at the sight of my Wife bent over the foot of the bed. Her beautiful ass was covered in her lover's cum. My Wife has been having him come on her lately because She knows I would rather perform my clean-up duties in the form of a creampie.



"Look what my stud has done to your Wife's ass. He made a huge mess for you to lick up. You like licking My ass don't you? You love it! On your knees now!" She was kind of screaming this at me. She was using her Bitching voice.



As I lowered my mouth and tongue to her ass, she grabbed a fistfull of my hair and rubbed my face all over her cum-covered ass. She screamed "That's real man's cum, you fucking pussy. A real man with a real cock. Not some puny little boy's dicklet like my cuckold. You're never going to be allowed to put that thing inside Me or any other woman. You're mine forever! You will do what I say forever! You are going to be a virgin FOREVER!"



She loves to talk, and I can't recall everything She said, but you get the gist of it. After I had licked and sucked up all his cum, my Wife had me eat out her asshole while She masturbated to Her final orgasm of the night.



When She got up to shower, I noticed all the cum and sweat on a pillow and the sheets at the foot of the bed. She saw me looking and said "You'll be ******** at the foot of the bed tonight, on that nice wet spot. Little puppyboys who hump legs get treated like dogs. And dogs ***** at their Mistress's feet."



I got very little ***** that night, with my tiny penis rock hard and drooling, ******** in my Wife's and her lover's wet spot. Plus my wife had me wipe my face off with a pair of her panties and then She stuffed them into my mouth for the night. To top it all off, Her feet stayed on my face the whole night, often softly kicking me.







My Wife spent the Sunday before Labor Day shopping with Her friends while I cleaned the house, changed the sheets, and did some laundry. I got a call from Her in the afternoon to make some food for Her and Her lover. When I was finished, I was to eat, shower and shave my genitals. Then I gathered up some items and prepared to spend the night in the spare room.



My Wife came home around 4 and modeled her purchases for me. She bought some sexy lingerie and She wanted me to see Her in it before Her lover enjoyed Her in it. She smiled at my purple, angry-looking erection. "I see that your Wife still turns you on. I'm so happy my body, which is mostly off limits to you, still makes your tiny penis hard." As she was saying this, the doorbell rang. She giggled and said, "He's here! I'm so fucking horny. Off to the spare room for you. I hope you enjoy listening to us as much as we enjoy our lovemaking."

They were kissing as they entered the Mistress bedroom. My Wife started talking right away. "I'm so happy you agreed to do anything I want tonight. You're such a good boyfriend. I want you to be silent the whole night. Can you do that for Me?



"Good. Sit on the bed. I want to make out with you." I could hear them kissing. For some reason, I get more jealous when She kisses other men than when she fucks them.



"You're such a good kisser. Did you know that I don't let my husband kiss me. He's not allowed."



They kissed some more and then She asked him to take off their shirts. "I want you to caress my breasts while we kiss some more.



"My husband isn't allowed to to touch my breasts either. They are only for you to touch and kiss and suck on. They are off limits to my husband." He took her cue and started licking and sucking her breasts. She moaned with pleasure.



"I'm going to take out your cock. I'm going to put my hands on your beautiful cock. Your cock soft is bigger than my husband's fully erect. I have never touched his tiny penis. I'd feel like a ********. Does that feel good." He moaned his approval.



"I'm going to suck your cock. I'm going to make love to it with my mouth. But don't come. I want you to come in my pussy."



She kept describing what She was going to do with her lover and telling him that all these things were forbidden to her own husband. When they started fucking, She directed him like a porn director. All this was driving me insane with lust for Her.



They fucked for a long time before he came in my Wife's pussy. After a little post coital kissing and cuddling, my Wife said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to have this cleaned up." I could hear him laugh a little.



My Wife entered the spare room through the adjoining bathroom holding his cum in Her pussy with her hands. "On the floor," She hissed. She straddled my head and lowered her cum-filled pussy onto my mouth. I was a little worried when She started to moan as I ate her creampie. She got louder and when She came on my face she let out an "Oh God yes!"



She stood up and looked down at my messy face. She motioned for me to rise to my feet and to follow Her into the bathroom. The door to the Mistress bedroom was shut, much to my relief. She pointed to the bathtub and my level of excitement grew to another level. She was going to piss in my mouth! She hovered over my mouth and let a slow stream flow into my awaiting mouth. I love it when She does this, which is seldom.



She let me use the toilet before I went back to my room and She and her lover went downstairs to eat the meal I'd prepared for them. They ended up fucking two more times during the night and one more time in the morning before he left.



When I entered the Mistress bedroom, my Wife was laying on the bed with Her legs spread. There was cum all over the outside of her pussy. "I had him pull out so you could enjoy his cum more."



When I finished cleaning Her to Her satisfaction, She smiled at me. "I have a surprise for you. I got you two presents." The first was a leash and a collar with my name on it. "All little puppyboys have to have a collar and leash." She teased. The second was a dog dish with my name on it.



She fitted me with the collar and leash and put the bowl on the floor. "And now for your first treat served in your dish..." My wicked Wife pulled out two condoms full of her lover's cum. She emptied each into the bowl. "Ok puppyboy. If you want to hump your Wife's leg like a dog, then you have to lap up all my man's cum out of your new bowl. Lap it up cucky!"



She dragged me by the leash and ****** my face into the bowl. I was almost mortified. I couldn't believe She was making me do this and that I was obediently complying. It was pretty disgusting, but I leaked out precum because the *********** of it all was overwhelming.



When the bowl was clean, my Wife took it into the bathroom and returned with the bowl full of her piss. "Another treat for my good puppyboy. Lap it up now!"



I washed down all that nasty cum with my Wife's delicious golden nectar. When my new dog bowl was empty, my Wife presented her naked leg for me. "Are you ready to hump your Wife's leg?" I couldn't speak, so I nodded. "Do you realize that no real man would settle for humping his Wife's leg don't you? A real man does what my lover did to Me all night. A real man with a real cock fucks women. They stick their huge cocks in warm moist pussies. They do NOT hump legs. But. you are not a real man are you? You're a pathetic, small dicked wimp who spends the night in spare rooms and closets while his Wife fucks real men. OK cuck, now's your chance. Come on puppy, hump your Mistress' leg."



My excitement was at its peak. As I mounted my Wife's leg She laughed at me. "I can't believe it. This is fucking priceless!" I didn't care what She said, I wanted this more than anything I can remember. Two strokes on her creamy smooth thigh and I was comming. It was THE most pleasurable and intense orgasm I've had. I kept comming and comming on my Wife's leg as I humped her for all I was worth. She laughed the whole time. While I was licking up my mess and thanking her over and over She told me that was one of the funniest things She had ever seen.



She picked up the phone and called her lover. "Hi honey. I just wanted to tell you... No he's not in the room with me. I just wanted to tell you what I did. I poured those two condoms you filled into a dog dish and made my husband lap it up." The both laughed. My Wife was almost in tears from laughing so hard. "And then. I pissed in the bowl and he lapped that up too!" More laughter.



It finally dawned on me that her lover KNEW I was there. My Wife had told me that She told him that I was out of town. It turns out that my Wife told him I was in the spare room the whole time. That's why She didn't want him to say anything.



When they hung up (after She laughed through telling him how I humped Her leg and that I came in seconds), I said "He knew I was in there the whole time?"



"Yes. But he doesn't know that you know. This is the way it's going to be. He's going to know you're here when we are fucking. But we'll pretend you still don't know who's fucking your Wife. That way I can feed you fresh creampies and other neat treats without sneaking around. I just wish you were a little stronger and would just let him know you know he's fucking your Wife. He already knows you eat his cum. I can't see why you can't take the next step. Oh well, all in due time, my pretty."



I spent the rest of the day worshiping my Wife. She had a few more orgasms, but I'd have to wait two weeks for another one.

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Different Points of View


When Lynn and I first met she was an absolute virgin. It went beyond never having had sex; she had no idea what any of it was about.

She had never seen a naked male, man or *****. Her ****** was extremely uptight about sex and only told her sex was painful and an unpleasant duty she would have to suffer through for the sake of her husband.

Lynn didn't know the mechanics of sex, the what where when or how. She only knew she had a need. Lynn was truly a complete virgin. Because she had no experience of any kind I knew that we would have to go very slowly and carefully. Despite how much I wanted to jump her beautiful bones I held back, took my time.

We started building up to intercourse at least two months before we "went all the way". Even so, when the big moment arrived we went very slowly. We actually took 5 hours of foreplay before we got into bed.

Still I moved slowly. Balls bluer than blue I took my time and let her set the pace, able to back out any time she wished. I even took the bottom so she could control the penetration. I was a saint and it changed my life.

Just as an ****** is infinitely innocent, it is infinitely selfish. An ****** wants what it wants and it wants it now and it expects you to provide it because it doesn't know that life should be any other way.

Lynn was totally innocent about anything sexual and so totally selfish. I had introduced her to her sexuality by focusing entirely on her needs, disregarding my own and so in her innocence she thought that was just the way sexual relations were always supposed to be.

Eventually, when I tried to assert my needs she became upset and confused. Still we were having sex multiple times every day so who was I to complain. I went along to get along.

As Lynn discovered the joy of her sexuality she became very curious about all aspects of it. Because she came to it with no preconceived notions about right and wrong or moral and immoral she was open to anything I suggested that would enhance her pleasure.

She immediately became interested in porno flicks when I first rented one to show her different practices and techniques. She remains a lover of porn movies to this day, although she tends to only watch those that have, shall we say, strong female leads.

At one point very early on, just before I rented our first porn movie I told her that most men liked porno and most women didn't because men were more visually oriented in their sexuality than women were.

She said she didn't know what I was talking about she loved seeing me naked. Shyly she asked if when we were alone together would I mind not wearing any clothes. She loved looking at my body.

Specifically she to liked to look at and endlessly play with my cock. Lynn was utterly fascinated watching it swell and subside and swell again. Something she caused to happen a hundred times a day. Of course, I agreed, who doesn't like to be told they're beautiful to look at and receive lots of sexual attention?

Strange thing though, when I asked her to be naked with me she declined. She said she wasn't comfortable without her clothes.

And so it began. I guess I'm to blame. I felt so protective of Lynn and I wanted to ensure that her introduction to sex was as perfect as I knew how to make it. I was willing to do anything to make it a wonderful experience.

I did that by totally focusing on her needs at the expense of my own. By the time the bloom was off the rose it was too late to change the status quo. I was stuck as the junior partner in our sexual relations.

At the time though I wasn't complaining. I was, and still am so very much in love with Lynn that I felt and still do that being trusted to introduce her to her sexuality, allow her to explore and develop it then share it with her is the greatest honor I have ever had in my life. Even if my sexuality has had to suffer because of it.

The thing that set the tone for the rest of our relationship was, from the first time we made love, at the end of that very long session of foreplay, I allowed her to control my release. I wanted to be sure that she was completely satisfied before I came. When I first told her to let me know when she was ready for me to cum I should have known that she didn't have a clue what I was talking about.

You should have seen her eyes get all big and round when I released the pent-up flood into her.

I didn't know it then, though I do now, that when I let loose she thought that this was the unpleasant part her ****** had told her about and having that mess inside her was the burden she had to bear. In short, Lynn loved sex but hated my ejaculation.

But for a while she put up with it as her ****** told her she must. Ultimately, though, the message I had sent was that Lynn was entitled to control my sexuality. That's not the message I intended to send. I wanted to let her know that I was committed to her gratification. But that wasn't the one she received, a misunderstanding that has come to dominate my life.

Eventually Lynn would forget to tell me when she was ready for my release, or so she said, or she would ask that I save it for another session later that day. As time progressed "later" wasn't happening all the time.

I suffered in silence for a while, too long, it seems. When I finally broached the subject of my frustration Lynn was unapologetic. She didn't like me depositing my "sticky mess" inside her body and she didn't want me to do it anymore.

Needless to say I was pretty upset about that and suggested that we use condoms so both of us could enjoy the sexual experience. We tried them quite a few times but neither of us liked them.

For me there was a lack of sensation and for her there was an artificial feeling like I was using a dildo on her. So condoms were eventually abandoned and I had to learn to control my orgasm.

Actually what I learned was tantric sex without knowing that's what it was. I learned that I could allow myself to go right to the edge of ejaculation and stop. If done correctly this produced an orgasm without an ejaculation.

No, I didn't get it right all at once and I still slip-up today, but eventually I figured it out. So there was a compromise, I wouldn't cum inside her and she would get me off by hand when I really felt the need.

Typically this would happen on Saturday or Sunday morning. Lynn would play with me like she did all the rest of the time but on these early mornings she would finish the job instead of leaving me frustrated.

One morning I didn't realize I was close to release and I failed to warn Lynn to move her hand out of the way. When I came it covered her hand completely. She told me it was disgusting. And placing her hand to my lips she said, "here clean this up" and I did.

That was the first time I ever tasted my ejaculate. I didn't really mind it. There was something very erotic about sucking her fingers and licking her hand.

It didn't taste like much of anything to me and, as it turns out, that is a good thing. Ever since then whenever I "make a mess" Lynn expects me to clean it up in the same way regardless where I make it.

But since then Lynn rarely gives me even a hand job anymore. Now, occasionally she gives her permission and then supervises while I get myself off, usually onto a plate or into a glass to make it easier to "clean up my own mess". Lynn calls it recycling.

We have been together a long time now and as with most people we have grown and evolved in the relationship. Lynn is no longer the shy virgin and I am no longer the worldly-wise sex ed. instructor.

Lynn has grown into a confident woman who knows what she wants and isn't shy about demanding it. I, on the other hand, have grown accustomed to living with a woman who is very strong willed and demanding. I find that I like this arrangement. There is a comfort in having some one else make all the decisions.

We got to a point where Lynn no longer made any attempt at sexual fairness. Sex was all about her. Period.

In fact, most of our relationship had evolved into that. I loved her madly and would do anything for her. Lynn liked me naked, so I was naked. Lynn didn't like to cook, so I cooked. Lynn didn't like doing the laundry, so I did the laundry. Lynn in fact didn't like to do much around the house so I did it. Gladly.

Even our morning routine was "Lynn-centered". I got up early, put on the coffee, laid out her clothes for the day, got her toothbrush ready and then gently woke her.

When she was ready for her shower I prepared it and got into the shower with her (we have a specially designed enclosure that is comfortable for us both) and bathed her.

I washed most of her body with body wash (she doesn't allow me to clean her sex. She says I don't have the right touch. I am either too harsh or too soft).

I washed her hair and shaved the parts, which needed shaving (legs, arm pits and slight bikini line). I helped her dry off then took my own shower, which included shaving off my pubes and armpits because Lynn has this thing about pubic hair. Mine, not hers.

Then I dried the shower walls and doors. Finally I dried myself then helped Lynn get dressed. I held her underpants while she stepped into them. I pulled them into place and helped her into her bra. I snapped the hooks and slipped her blouse over her shoulders and buttoned it. Lynn sat down and I slipped her socks on her feet. This morning it was cotton socks, they're easy, I hate her pantyhose.

While she was still seated I started slipping her jeans up her legs. Lynn stood up while I finished getting them in place and buttoning them closed. Finally I zipped her fly and put her belt through the loops.

We still go through this routine every day, the only variation is in what clothes Lynn wears. Once Lynn was dressed I went off to make breakfast. Did you ever fry bacon in the nude?

Early one Saturday, I was starting the laundry before waking Lynn and doing the rest of the morning routine when I suddenly realized what I had become.

I was a servant in my own house.

I was kept naked, at Lynn's beck and call 24/7 to cook and clean and fetch. I wasn't in control of anything not even my own sexuality.

Not long before this I had admitted to Lynn that in order to control myself when making love to her after long periods without sexual release, I sometimes masturbated.

She thought about it for a few seconds and then exploded. I have never seen Lynn so angry. She screamed at me to bend over and grab my ankles. Her reaction was so extreme and so fast I didn't even think to argue I just bent over.

For the first, but not the last time in our marriage Lynn spanked me. She actually spanked me! My shy little virgin spanked me. She hit my ass as hard as she could until her hand began to sting then she grabbed a hairbrush and wailed away until her fury was spent and my ass was on fire.

All the while she was telling me that she knew what was best for me and I had better pay attention to her or I'd regret it.

She knew what my needs were better than I did and she could see that ejaculation made me lazy and inattentive to her needs so she was going to control it for both our sakes.

Lynn said that as far as she was concerned, masturbating was the same as cheating on her with another woman. I had better get used to the idea that from now on Lynn was going to control when and how much sexual and every other kind of satisfaction I was going to get and I was only going to get it when she decided to give it to me. That from now on if she even thought I was masturbating she would make this spanking seem like love pats.

That was a watershed moment in our marriage and in my life.

Today I think of our history together and my life in terms of "Before the Spanking" and "After the Spanking".

In an instant our roles were totally reversed and our relationship completely redefined. It was as though I had suddenly reverted back into a schoolboy who had been caught jacking off.

I was small, powerless and humiliated before her. In that moment, for the first time I understood her very real power.

I never saw it coming but she had gained power over me in a way I had never imagined possible. She had asserted her authority and dominion over me as though it was hers by natural right and I had accepted it without protest.

What had I become? I was helpless, totally overwhelmed by her awesome feminine power, her assertiveness and my love for her.

That act broke a barrier between us and forever reversed our roles in the marriage. From that moment on my junior status in our marriage was set on a slippery slope and has deteriorated ever more over time.

It was the first but far from the last discipline Lynn meted out and it has defined our roles, ever since, more clearly than anything else that has happened.

Shortly "After the Spanking" incident, I made an attempt to regain some measure of, if not control, at least equality in our relationship I sat down and wrote out a list of my complaints.

I knew that it would never do to just blurt out my dissatisfaction. Lynn would never listen to "whining" as she would deem it. No, I had to come at this obliquely. I decided to try humor. I would write out my discussion points in a humorous way that would disarm Lynn's defenses and open a dialog about my increasingly junior role in this relationship.

Somehow, over a very short time it seemed that Lynn had gathered all the power to herself and I had none. That was never in my plan.

In the beginning I focused on her happiness to make sure she was comfortable awakening and exploring her sexuality for the first time. I sincerely wanted that to be the best possible experience for her.

No, it wasn't entirely selfless. I did think that if I helped her discover sex in a positive, Lynn-affirming way that I would, ultimately, reap the benefits.

But somehow that had backfired and I wound up such a junior partner in the relationship that Lynn felt empowered, no, entitled, to actually inflict corporal punishments and deny me sexual gratification. The very thing I had hoped to gain from allowing her to take the lead sexually.

Now she was not only organizing our mutual sex lives for her exclusive benefit, she was organizing all the rest of our life together for her exclusive benefit as well. Entirely at my expense.

I still loved her madly but I felt there should be some balance in the relationship. I didn't mind her having the largest say in our sexual relations, after all it her body that I was using. I didn't mind doing all the household chores. But, by the same token it was my body that she was using too and not just for sex but for domestic chores and personal service. If nothing else, I wanted more control over my own sexuality. Okay, so how to put all that into a humorous, non-threatening form?

I decided on irony. I would write a document, a kind of deed or contract that would highlight all of my concerns as though they were gifts to be bestowed for her exclusive ownership. I would make it so outrageous that she would laugh and say "that's ridiculous" and then I could open a dialog about each one.

I sat down at the computer and over the next few days, using clip-art, graphics and fonts. I created a very convincing deed of trust. Really, it looked just like the real thing. I even went to the craft store and found an official looking gold seal and some heavy, vellum-like paper. On that official looking document I wrote the following:

To all who see these presents, greetings.

Be it known, that having especial love, faith and trust in Lynn B, Jerry B gives, transfers, bestows and grants unto her exclusive possession and ownership, without any mental reservation or hesitation and relinquishing all future claims irrevocably and in perpetuity the following:

1. The physical body that Jerry B resides in is hereby given to Lynn B. It is hers to use in any manner she sees fit. It is Jerry B's responsibility to keep and maintain that body in good working order and make it available at all times for Lynn's use. Lynn B has no limitation on the demands she can make of said body. Jerry B must willingly and cheerfully obey and carryout Lynn B's demands at all times without hesitation or complaint.

2. It understood that Lynn B will use said body to her exclusive benefit, without regard to the feelings, wants or needs of the person who resides within it, within the bounds of prudent, life maintenance. She will use said body in any manner and by whatever means she deems fit and proper.

3. Further, it is agreed that the purpose of this gift is to enhance Lynn B's life experience. Lynn B is expected to use this body to relieve her of any burden she does not wish to bear including, but not limited to any and all domestic chores, personal hygiene functions, sexual need, wardrobe maintenance and avoiding unpleasant persons or situations.

4. Accepting this boon places a burden on Lynn B. Lynn B. is charged with ensuring Jerry B performs all tasks and services in a prompt, cheerful and willing manner. She is to set the most exacting standards for Jerry B's performance and establish the strictest standard of discipline, liberally mete out any correction or punishment she feels appropriate for any infraction, no matter how minor.

5. She will establish regularly scheduled discipline sessions weekly, regardless of how satisfactory Jerry B's performance may be. During these sessions Lynn B is tasked to paddle Jerry a minimum of 25 strokes not stopping until his behind is bright red all over in addition to any other disciplinary actions which amuse her. It is agreed that, at any time it amuses her, Lynn B may discipline Jerry B with out cause. Jerry B has no recourse except to accept it all willingly and cheerfully.

6. Jerry B gives to Lynn all his rights as an individual. From this moment he ceases to be a person and becomes a possession of Lynn B's. He is now an extension of her person. He has no rights of any kind; all rights are transferred to Lynn B. Jerry B cannot ever, by word act or deed express the slightest dissatisfaction with Lynn B's treatment of the body, which used to his.

7. This additional burden is placed on Jerry B, he may never, from this moment on, ever express an opinion, negative statement or complaint about anything, whether related to this transfer or not.

8. He is never allowed to express by word, act or deed any personal need he may have, Lynn B will care for all his needs as she sees fit. This is especially in ***** concerning anything related to sexual functions.

9. Jerry B may never again speak of anything related to any aspect of sex unless Lynn B initiates a conversation and grants him permission to speak.

10. Jerry B may never by word, act or deed attempt to initiate any sexual act.

11. Jerry B recognizes that all his bodily functions are now the exclusive property of Lynn B to do with as she sees fit and as a part of this transfer that he knows he is giving-up all control over his sexual gratification. Any pleasure or gratification Jerry B receives from this moment forward will be totally coincidental.

12. Jerry B accepts that it is Lynn B's sole discretion when, if ever, he may again obtain sexual release.

13. All pleasure and gratification are reserved for Lynn B. Jerry will derive all his pleasure from having the great honor and privilege of serving Lynn B.

By affixing his signature below Jerry B certifies his understanding of this transfer, that he willingly and cheerfully, without coercion of any kind, makes this transfer of his own free will and out of deep and abiding love of Lynn B, placing his trust in her stewardship, grateful to be a part of her life and possessing a strong desire to know and carry out her will.

Lynn B, by affixing her signature below certifies that she fully understands the enormity of this gift and the burden it places on her to ensure that all of the terms and conditions are carried out to her complete satisfaction while imposing the highest, most exacting standards of performance and discipline on her new body. Lynn B willingly accepts this burden of her own free will, without coercion, hesitation or mental reservation. Signed, this date:

I thought that I had done a good job. The document was so over the top that the only possible response would be total incredulity and disbelief.

I felt it was the perfect vehicle to disarm Lynn and open the dialog I wanted.

Every point I wanted to make was in this document but blown up to cartoon proportions. Laughter could be the only possible reaction.

I signed it and left it and an ink pen beside Lynn's breakfast plate on Sunday morning. I chose Sunday because that would give us the entire day to have our discussion in peace and quiet, without distraction.

When Lynn came down to breakfast I had her coffee ready at her plate. She greeted me and sat down. I was at the cook top, behind and to her left, naked, as always, preparing her favorite breakfast.

Lynn picked up the document and began slowly reading it. She sipped her coffee and spent forever, at least it felt like forever to me, reading the document.

When she finished, she put it down and stared into space without speaking, slowly sipping her coffee. Then she picked up the document again and reread it. ******** in the words as slowly as she sipped her coffee.

I still couldn't see her face, just the back of her head and shoulders. Then I noticed that her shoulders began to shake. She took the pen and signed the document. Good, she got the joke and now we could talk.

She stood up and turned around. When I saw her face she was crying, not laughing. That wasn't what was supposed to happen.

This was supposed to be funny, not hurtful. I just wanted to talk about some things. May be regain a little control over my own sexuality. I didn't mean for it to hurt my beloved Lynn. What had I done?

Then, she was in my arms crying thank you, thank you. That there could never be a gift so wonderful. That no diamond or other precious thing could possibly compare to this gift. It was the greatest gift one person could give another. Themselves.

This was so far beyond simple wedding vows she didn't know how I ever thought of it but she really thanked me from the bottom of her heart and she would try her hardest to see that she lived up to her part of the bargain.

I started to explain, "but wait a minute" I said and Lynn cut me off. Placing her fingers to my lips she said, "Shh, from here on out, you don't give orders you only obey them. You have forgotten your place already. Give me that spatula and bend over."

Epilog All that happened over twenty years ago. Lynn will be celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary later this week. "The Document", as it's come to be called, is framed and hanging prominently on Lynn's bedroom wall.

It is a living document central to our lives. Over the years Lynn has made additions and "clarifications" to it. I agree these are necessary; after all, the original was written as a joke and never meant to be the core of our marriage.

I'm glad that it is though. In the beginning I fought it. Slavery was the exact opposite of what I wanted when I crafted "The Document". Lynn was as implacable and patient with me as I had been with her in the beginning. She never wavered or tired. She held me accountable to every last detail in it.

She liberally applied love and discipline in equal measure until I lost sight of which was which, and stopped caring.

I came to realize that "After the Spanking" she never acted out of anger or spite. She always had "The Document" and my best interests at heart.

In the end I have learned to not just accept her dominion, I have learned to love it. I believe I am a better man today because of it and wouldn't have it any other way.

It sometimes takes my breath away to realize I have become a living, breathing part of this amazing woman. It truly is an honor and a privilege to serve Lynn.

Afterword

I love Jerry to death. He is the most amazing man I have ever met. Also, the most unique. As a woman I often feel the eyes of men on me. But when I look back at them all I see is selfish lust in their eyes. Jerry has never looked at me like that. Not that he doesn't want me like other men.

It is just that his desire is overwhelmed by his deep concern for my welfare. It shines in his face. His love and respect for me are total and unequivocal. He wants me as a person, not just as an object. I have always known he is totally committed to me. With Jerry I know I always come first.

He has always been completely devoted to me and I have always tried to give him the things I know he really wanted in return.

Ever since we first became intimate I've known that there was something different about his love for me. He was so devoted to my pleasure that, even in my inexperience I knew something was different.

I knew that men didn't usually act that way, men always seemed selfish, so I guessed they would be selfish in bed too.

Jerry wasn't like that. He was just the opposite. He was so unselfish that it made me stop and ask why.

It took a while until I came to understand that his selflessness was a result of some deep rooted need he had but couldn't express. Slowly it dawned on me that his self-denial on my behalf was the thing he wanted from me.

He needed to be denied and he wanted me to be the one denying him. That was why he gave me control of his release and had from the very first time we made love.

The whole "first time" sexual experience was strange and a little frightening to me but what was really strange and unsettling at first was not just his ejaculation, but the fact that he wanted me to control it for him.

I may not have had any prior experience but I felt that that wasn't right But when you really love someone and know they love you, you are willing to get out of your comfort zone if that what's needed. It took awhile but today being in control is so natural I don't think I could ever have it any other way.

Because I love him so much and will do anything for him, I gradually began to withhold his pleasure.

He chafed a bit at first and made macho noises, but I could tell he was glad I had taken the hint.

As I began to deny him more he increased his devotion to me. Jerry would do anything I asked.

Once I told him he had a great body and I liked looking at it, would he mind not wearing any clothes. He couldn't get out of them fast enough. I really only wanted him naked that one time but he has stayed naked from that day to this.

He started doing little things for me that I would never dreamed of asking. Jerry began to bathe me, wash my hair, lay out my clothes, dress me, fix my meals, do the laundry, and clean the house.

The more I denied him the harder he tried to please me. It was amazing and I actually began to enjoy our unusual arrangement.

One day it hit me. Jerry really wanted me to relieve him of responsibility for his sexuality. All the time he was helping me to explore mine, he was also training me to take over his.

I became convinced I was right. Then one day he came to me like an embarrassed little boy and confessed he had masturbated. Why tell me such a thing? I never asked him how he was able to go so long without release. I didn't care as long as he didn't do it inside me.

Some how I just knew it was because he wanted to be punished for it. Jerry has been so very good to me how could I deny him what he wanted so badly.

I spanked him. I spanked him thoroughly. I turned his tushy bright red. I purposely treated him like a bad little boy. I was scared I might be wrong and he would be angry but he wasn't. He actually seemed grateful and, if such a thing were possible, he increased his level of devotion. He loved me more because of it. I could see it in his eyes.

From that moment on I knew what Jerry needed, beyond a doubt and with all the love in my heart I set about giving it to him.

The more I took control the better he liked it. Finally one Sunday morning he found the courage to say what it was exactly that he wanted from me.

He still couldn't bring himself to speak the words out loud so he wrote them in a beautiful letter that I later had him frame and hang on my bedroom wall.

In the letter Jerry completely gave up all responsibility for his sexuality and gave me permission to deny him any sexual gratification ever again.

As unbelievable as it sounds he wanted to be my slave. I was so overcome by the trust and love he had to have in me to share such a dark, humiliating and painful secret, I cried. What man could ever admit that he wanted to be a personal slave to a woman?

I really wanted a husband, not a wimp but he has always been so wonderful to me I couldn't refuse. He loves me and is willing to sacrifice anything for me so I made the sacrifice for him.

As a woman it is my nature to nurture my family and my husband. If this is the nurture he needs then its up to me to provide it. This seems like a pretty strange way to nurture anyone though, especially the part where he wanted me to spank him regularly. I hate doing it but he was earnest and so needy I couldn't say no, even to that.

I made him my slave.

Eventually I came to terms with the paddling and it no longer bothers me like it did at first. It has become a routine chore that must be performed weekly, like cleaning the house or doing the laundry (which of course Jerry does beautifully). I have never learned to enjoy it I just tolerate it.

But Jerry has a need to be disciplined and since I don't enjoy the spanking I have had to invent different kinds of discipline. I try to make the punishment fit the crime, so to speak.

For example, Jerry once forgot to replace the toilet paper roll in my bathroom. I didn't notice until I was finished. I immediately decided on an appropriate punishment. Believe me, Jerry will never forget again. He said it took him a week to get the taste out of his mouth.

It has been twenty-five wonderful years we have spent together. I am living every woman's dream life.

I have a man who is totally devoted to me in every way imaginable. Life isn't perfect -- who wants to turn their husband's tush red every week but on the other hand he never complains.

I am never bothered by a man's constant demands for sex. I get what I want when I want it and exactly how I want it. I am never bothered by his bad moods or cynical comments about anything.

If I've had a bad day I have someone to take it out on who not only doesn't mind, he likes it when I do!

Jerry is always there, he waits on me hand and foot, treats me like a queen. I admit there are times I wish we had a more conventional marriage. Sometimes I think it would be nice if Jerry made some decisions for us, was a little more assertive.

Whenever I have those thoughts I sit on Jerry's face and they soon pass. Besides, how could I not love this situation, I always get the last word.

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****** Bi, The bet with my wife


I still can't believe this happened.

My wife and I have been married for about 20 years. Stacy is 43 with a nice 34B-26-38 body that keeps me coming back for more. Our sex life isn't fantastic, in fact it's pretty vanilla. Years ago, before the kids, we tried some mild kink but Stacy wasn't really into it so I didn't push her.

With the elections going on we were having a discussion about a candidate. She said he couldn't win and I thought he couldn't lose. I asked if she'd care to bet on it. Suddenly she looked at me hard and a slight smile came over her face. "I'll bet you a blow-job that he loses."

She had my attention. "A real blow-job", I added, "with plenty of tongue and head action and swallowing all the cum and even eating what spills."

She was still smiling. "As you wish."

Stacy and I had pretty good sex that night. I couldn't get over the thought of her mouth gliding up and down my pole. She hadn't put her mouth anywhere near my cock since our first year of marriage.

The election got closer and things began to heat up nationally and my guy started dropping back in the polls. He wound up losing due to a lot of straight ticket voting and I began to wonder for the first time what Stacy had in mind for my payoff of the equivalent of a blow-job.

The Friday after the election Stacy called me at work and told me to be home early because she expected to collect on her bet that night. I asked her what she had in mind but she just said "Be here."

When I got home I couldn't believe my Stacy. She was dressed in a white knit mini dress from about 20 years ago which she really fit quite nicely into. She wore no bra (a real unusual thing for her). But the real surprise was under her dress. She wore white hose, fastened with a white garter belt and white crotchless panties. She made a real act of showing them to me. They had tiny red bows lining each side of her lips and she had trimmed her bush so the lips were almost bare. I thought I had died and gone to heaven, I couldn't wait to dive in.

"First things first. Since I won this bet, I'm calling the shots", she told me as I got heavy handed. "I want you naked so I can keep an eye on your arousal meter."

I wasted no time removing my clothes which she had me neatly fold and put away.

"One more thing", she said as she motioned me onto my knees. "This is a mouth only venture so put your hands behind your back."

When I did she fastened my wrists together with a heavy plastic cable tie she must have gotten from my toolbox. I remember thinking that she'd have to get wire cutters to remove this one since it was so thick. She tightened it around my wrists snug but not painful. There was no way I could get my wrists loose though. Then she tied a scarf around my ankles and through the cable tie. It served to keep me on my knees but without the severity of the cable tie.

Then she walked over to the bar and poured herself a glass of wine. She strode back with wine glass in hand, her 3" heels making her unencumbered breasts bounce. My cock was at full height and throbbing. I was hers.

"Let me explain how I'm going to collect my bet", she began, taking a sip of her wine. "The loser of the bet was to provide a blow-job. Your terms were stated as 'A real blow-job, with plenty of tongue and head action and swallowing all the cum and even eating what spills.' Correct?"

"Yes", I said not knowing where she was going.

"Well it's obvious that I'm not equipped to receive a blow-job. So I'm giving the blow-job you owe me to Keith."

I couldn't believe my ears! Keith was a young guy who worked with her and had tried more than once to have an affair with her. Stacy had told me about his attempts and assured me that she would remain faithful to me. Despite her promises I was still jealous and hated to even hear his name. I often asked her about him and whenever she discussed work I would inquire about him and his flirting. She viewed my constant questions about him as mistrust of her and disliked it.

I had met Keith a couple times. He was an arrogant ladies man, at 28 he was single, and handsome and rugged. He seemed to have all he could handle but still made plays for my wife. I started to protest but she cut me off.

"I knew you'd be upset but Keith has done me some favors and is a good co-worker. He's always horny around me so I figured this was a way to pay him back and remain faithful to you. I'm tired of you always questioning me about him and I know you think I'd cheat on you with him. Well here's how it works: if you give him the blow-job you owe me, when it's over he leaves, I cut you lose and we have great sex; if you renege on the bet he and I got to our bedroom and I let him fuck me like he's wanted to for so long. And you'll be out here still tied up and naked and you'll be the reason I'm cheating. Now you think about it while I let him in."

Here I was naked, bound and having to decide whether to suck the cock of a man who'd actively tried to get my wife into his bed or let him get into OUR bed with her. The worst part about the situation was that I was aroused by it. My rock hard cock betrayed me.

I watched the doorway as Stacy entered with Keith. "It's your moment of truth, sweetie, what will it be?"

Keith was grinning from ear to ear as he saw me kneeling there naked with my prick at attention. He had his arm around Stacy and I was pissed.

Stacy removed his arm from her waist and walked over to the bar. She poured a glass of wine for Keith and handed it to him. Then she walked across the room to a chair that gave her an unobstructed view of the spot where I knelt. She crossed her lovely legs and then explained the terms of the bet to Keith. You couldn't pry the grin off his face with a crowbar.

"Sounds to me like a win-win situation", he laughed.

Then she turned her attention to me. "Well Bill, what'll it be?"

"I'll give him the blow-job", came my half-hearted reply.

Keith knew that his only hope to get in Stacey's pants tonight was to get me angry enough to stop or mess up the blow-job. "I like getting head when I'm naked", Keith told Stacy. Then he started stripping his clothes off his body starting with his shirt. He got all the way down to his powder blue briefs without taking his eyes off of my wife. He stood there for a few seconds letting her gaze at his well developed chest and the bulge in his shorts. It was huge. Then, in one fluid motion he stepped out of his briefs and the largest cock I've ever seen came into view. It was only half-hard and longer and thicker than my fully erect penis. I saw Stacey's expression when he loosed it and was even more jealous. She noticed my glance and blushed.

Then a thought hit me: If it was as much of a surprise to her as it appeared to be, I realized she really had been faithful to me. This realization did me no good because now I was face to cock with this hung, virile young man who wanted to fuck my wife and would if *I* failed to give him a good blow-job.

Keith stepped closer to me and started waving his dick. "Like what you see? Is this the biggest one you've ever sucked?"

Stacy laughed, I was livid but didn't dare show it. The last thing I wanted was that thing inside Stacy. If he got in her she'd probably never want me again. I just ignored him.

He stood just out of my reach with his cock still semi-erect and hanging down. "Let's get started", he said, putting his hands on his hips.

Realizing that he wasn't going to come any closer, I leaned forward to take the head of his penis in my mouth. As I moved forward, he backed up a little and I lost my balance. I fell forward and wound up leaning against his abdomen with my face in his pubic hair and most of his cock in my throat. With my wrists and ankles bound I couldn't right myself and was supported by my face in his crotch. "Whoa boy, calm down", he laughed, "you'll get it all". Hands still on his hips, he rocked his pelvis forward to help me regain my balance on my knees. He was slick. He did it in a way that managed to keep most of his half-hard cock stuffed into my mouth. I really had to struggle to avoid biting it and to breathe. As I almost ****** he pulled it back out.

"Stacy," he was talking to my wife now, "I jerked off before I came here so I could last real long for your hubby here. I thought about you the whole time but my imagination didn't look nearly as pretty as you do sitting there. You know I can see right up your dress from here. Those red bows are really cute."

As I knelt with his fat cock in my mouth I tried to look toward Stacy. His thickening tool acted as a dowel rod, holding my head in place. He stood there with his hips thrust forward and the head of his dick in my mouth. I could barely fit my lips around the circumference. Kneeling there, I licked the underside lightly.

"I was thinking, Honey ...", he started.

How dare this guy call my wife honey! Who did he think he was? Why did she do this to me?

"... most of the girls complain that they aren't able to deep throat me because I'm just too big. I miss it but they usually make it up to me by licking my balls. Would you like to have my balls licked if hubby here has the same problem the other girls do? Since this is your blow-job he's giving me, you should be the one to decide."

Stacy could barely contain her laughter. "What do you think Bill, can you get all of that dick down your throat or should I let you off easy and have you tongue his balls instead? I wouldn't want you to *****, sweetheart."

By now he was firm and about eight inches long. I could barely fit my mouth around the first half of it let alone take all of it down my throat. I felt like an utter fool as I let his cock go and told the two of them that I'd lick the man's balls.

"Let me help you", he said as he pulled the huge cock against his stomach to give me access to his hairy balls. His nuts were large, much larger than mine. They looked to be the size of two large plums. As I leaned forward to lick them he began slapping my cheek with his cock. Not too hard at first then gradually with more intensity. His prick was large and hard and the slaps hurt. I looked toward Stacy to see if she'd intervene. Instead she was watching intently and had her hand up her skirt moving rapidly between her legs. I had never seen Stacy masturbate before and now here she was wantonly getting off on my ***********. I nearly cried as I took his cock back in my mouth to avoid his slaps.

"What's the matter." he asked, "Is being cock whipped more painful than being pussy whipped?"

That comment almost finished me off. I ****** on his cock and my tears as I considered how much worse it would be to see him fuck my Stacy.



I worked on his huge penis with all the intensity I could muster. I licked and sucked and tongued. I was determined to get him finished as soon as possible. All the while he kept up a constant banter. Telling Stacy how hot she looked, how he could make her feel like a virgin again if she let him take her to bed. Then he'd compliment me as a great "cock-sucking fag boy".

Unfortunately Stacey's actions were keeping me aroused, she must have had three orgasms and her moans and frantic fingering were keeping my cock as hard as a rock. Keith assumed that it was the blow-job I was performing that had me so horny. He grabbed my head with his hands so I couldn't look at my wife or pull off of his cock. Then he pointed my condition out to Stacy.

"Look at him baby ..." he was really bold now "... he's getting his rocks off by sucking my cock. Bet his little dick's never been that hard for you."



I tried to pull away to explain but his hands kept my mouth firmly impaled on his shaft. I thought of biting him but realized that would ******* the bet and he'd get Stacy anyway. My only hope was to bring him off as soon as I could, so I started sucking harder. Suddenly he began to pump frantically. He was like a wild ****** in heat, he held me by my ears and thrusted with all his might. Each stroke pushed my nose into his pubic hair. I was nearly dying from his huge dick in my throat. His balls slapped my chin again and again. My mouth was stretched wide open, my throat was being rammed. I was salivating like a rabid dog when suddenly he rose up on his toes. I felt his scrotum constrict and his dick expand like a fire hose filling with water. Suddenly an ocean of cum flooded my mouth and throat. Over and over his cock spasmed in my mouth each time delivering a fresh charge of his sticky seed.



I swallowed all I could but there was too much, my mouth was too sore. He finally stopped with my face pressed against his crotch. His sperm was running out of my mouth and onto his balls. I couldn't swallow if I wanted to because my throat was so full of his shrinking manhood.

Sensing my attempts to breathe he finally let go of my head. "You weren't able to eat much of it were you. You probably wanted to lick it off my balls instead. Well there they are, pussy mouth, clean 'em real nice."

I glanced over at Stacy. She looked at me oddly. I hope she didn't believe this guy's bullshit. She was all spent and breathing real hard. I turned back to Keith determined to get him out of my house real quick.

I moved my mouth toward his balls once again. He didn't help this time and I had to maneuver around his semi-soft cock which nestled against his nuts glistening with his sperm and my saliva .

The stuff was sticky and hard to lick up but I had to pay the bet off.

After about fifteen minutes he was clean and hard again. Once more his great tool dwarfed my stiff 4 1/2 inches.

"He got the blow-job Stacy, have him leave", I implored looking at my sexually sated wife.



Stacy looked at his thick cock jutting out from his hard stomach like a telephone pole. Her legs were spread wide, her mini dress had long since been raised above her waist and her sweet pussy was there for the taking. I could almost smell her sex from where I knelt. The look on her face was pure lust.

"Stacy, please honey", I was begging now, "I did what you wanted. I paid the bet off."

Stacey's eyes were glued to his fuck-pole.

He saw her staring. "It's ready for you, Baby. After the blow-job the cock-sucker just gave me think of the staying power I'll have. I'll give you three, maybe four long stroke orgasms. Imagine how deep in you this will go. You'll be a virgin again."

She just stared, thinking.

"Please, sweetheart, send him away." I couldn't believe what I was being reduced to. Naked and bound and begging my lust crazed wife for her affections.

Keith pointed to me. "He'll probably blow his wad on the second stroke and you'll be left high and dry..." turning to me he added, "again."

Stacey's eyes were filled with lust and still she stared, saying nothing.



"How about if I stick around while you give the little guy a chance, If he satisfies you I'll leave. If he can't cut it I'll step in and make you feel like my new bride."

I guess it was the last sentence that did it. Stacy looked at me and calmly told Keith to get dressed and leave quietly. He started to say some more but we both knew she was getting pissed. Keith dressed and left without another word.

After locking the door behind him, Stacy returned to the living room and removed the scarf that held my ankles to my wrists. She helped me to my feet and led me to our bedroom by my stiff cock.

"I'm not gonna let you loose just yet, Big boy. How 'bout if you put that sperm soaked tongue to work in my pussy."

Stacy sat on the edge of the bed and put her legs on either side of my head as I knelt in front of her.

Despite the ordeal of earlier in the evening I was happy to bury my face between my wife's warm thighs. My tongue eagerly plowed through her newly trimmed nest of pubic hair to it's target. Her legs crossed behind me as she pulled my face into her hot, sticky core with her thighs. With my hands still bound behind me I was all hers and I loved it.

I worked my tongue in Stacy's very wet pussy with my hands bound behind me for at least a half-hour. She had three orgasms before she let me stop and cut the cable tie which held my wrists. No more was said about the humiliating act I had performed that night. In fact we went on to have fantastic sex well into the early morning.

I didn't realize it then but a major change had occurred between us. I had revealed a side of me that she had never seen, though it lurked just beneath the surface. And some powerful feelings had been unleashed in her that couldn't be forgotten and had to be invoked again.

Two days later I came home from work to find Stacy in our bedroom, watching TV and masturbating.

Looking up she smiled at me. "There's the star, my slave!" I had no idea what she meant, I still couldn't see the screen, but when she called me 'her slave' I felt an immediate stirring in my loins as my cock strained to attention.

"I've got a surprise for you but first take off your clothes." She kept the TV between us so I couldn't see the screen. As I removed my clothes she planted kisses on my exposed skin. By the time I removed my briefs my cock was at full staff. She added a few kisses then nipped my cockhead with her teeth. Reaching behind her she produced another cable tie. "Remember this?", she asked.

My excitement ratcheted up a couple more notches and I allowed her to again secure my wrists behind me.

As she bound my hands I noticed Stacy was wearing a short grey mini-skirt, an obvious new purchase, with a sexy purple garter belt holding up smoke colored hose and purple stiletto heels that strapped on to her ankles. Her blouse was purple silk with the top three buttons undone and again, no bra. As she knelt in front of me I watched her still firm 36Cs move inside her blouse.

After securing my hands she showed me a small leather belt, kind of like a dog's collar. Then she knelt and fastened it around my cock and balls. It had a 'D' ring on it which she connected to a chain lead.

Standing again, she wrapped a hand behind my head and pressed her lips to mine. Her hot tongue snaked into my mouth and I was at *full* attention. She pressed her thigh against my rigid tool and then broke the kiss. "I see my slave is ready to serve me", she whispered huskily.

"Yes ma'am", I replied, as I tried to get another kiss. Backing away she tugged quickly on the lead nearly causing me to lose my balance. "Address me as Mistress, slave. I have something for you to see." She then led me to where I could see the TV. At first I thought it was a porno film she had rented, then I looked closer. It was me sucking Keith! My knees became weak as I watched myself, naked and erect, frantically sucking Keith's huge cock while Stacy fingered herself in the nearby chair. "Wh-wh-where did that come from?", I asked, my face flushed with embarrassment.

"You like it, Star? I borrowed Tina's video camera." I watched as the camera zoomed in to a close up of me licking his balls. "Who zoomed it in and ran it?", I asked, a sinking feeling building in my stomach.

"Why Tina of course, I couldn't run that thing and enjoy your performance at the same time."

I was dead, I knew it. Tina is a neighbor and a close friend of Stacy's. She's in her late twenties and a real knock-out. She's a brunette, 5'8" with a beautiful tan that she maintains year round. She's stunning and she knows it. She has the attitude that she is God's gift to mankind and I've watched many men fall all over themselves to convince her. When she turns on the charm, men around her turn to boys.

A couple months ago, while Stacy was out of town for a training seminar, Tina asked me to help her with a problem with her stereo.

Stacy had been away for nearly a week and I was in need of some feminine attention. When I showed up Tina pretended to be fresh from the shower and wore only a robe. She made sure I caught several glimpses of her lovely full breasts as the robe gapped at opportune times. The robe barely came to mid-thigh and Tina's lovely well-tanned legs were on full display. But the cincher was when I sat on the floor to fix some wiring for her speaker and she sat across from me and flashed her bush. Embarrassed, I looked away but my hard-on told Tina she was having just the desired effect.



One thing led to another and soon I was naked on my back on Tina's bed while she administered to my hard cock with her talented lips and tongue. (Tina's work was what I thought about when I made the bet with Stacy about a week later.) She really worked me over but was careful not to let me go over the edge. Then she opened her robe, straddled me with her lovely legs and slipped all of my rigid 5-1/2 inches inside her as I watched. My cock disappeared into her heavenly tunnel, and I watched in awe as her magnificent breasts swung free. The sight of those firm and tanned globes with their silver-dollar sized nipples bouncing as the beautiful Tina rode me was too much.

The feeling inside her was exquisite. She used her vaginal muscles to squeeze and milk my cock as she rode me. All the nerve endings in my body were under her control as she rocked and squeezed. Once or twice she reached down to alternately pinch or caress one of my nipples. All I could do was whimper uncontrollably. While she fucked me she remained in a kneeling position and kept her deep blue eyes locked into mine. Try as I might, I was unable to break the gaze. I was like a deer in oncoming headlights.

She stopped rocking and began squeezing and loosing my cock quite rapidly. "Don't cum yet, Honey", she cooed as she licked her lips and brought my over stimulated cock to the edge. I couldn't hold back. She was working me like I imagined a milking machine would. As my cock spasmed and my seed filled her a smirk crept across her face.

"Billy decided to go to the party without waiting for poor Tina. Now, you owe me an orgasm."

"Just give me a few minutes, Tina", I begged, as her undulating vagina extracted the last of my sperm from my shrinking manhood.

"I'm ready now, little fella. Since you can't do it with your dick you'll have to use your mouth."

Using her hand to hold her vaginal lips closed, she pulled free of my cock and crawled over me until the bright red fingernails that held her pussy closed touched my lips.



"Please," I protested, "I can't do this. I just climaxed in there." Her laugh was deep and throaty. "When a man cums in me too soon he has to remove it with his mouth. That's Tina's rule and you're in Tina's house, and Tina's bed ..." Her free hand grabbed my balls and squeezed, gently at first, then a little harder. "... and your ball's are in Tina's hand." "Okay" I said, aware of the few choices available.

"Open wide", she cooed.

As I did, Tina spread her labia and a dollop of sperm dripped from inside her pussy into my mouth. I struggled to swallow it and Tina lowered herself onto my face. For the next several minutes I became very well acquainted with Tina's womanly core. At one point she used her knees to pin my arms and ****** me to apply my tongue to her asshole. There was no question that she was in complete control. My tongue was sore and my face was rubbed raw from her bush when she finally released me from the prison of her thighs. Tina used me in a way I have never been used in my life. When I finally went home I actually cried over what had happened to me. The guilt coupled with the *********** really depressed me. Stacy came back a few days later and I tried to wash the sordid event from my mind.

After that I always kept my distance from Tina. She was dangerous and I made a point of never being alone with her. To learn that she had witnessed the humiliating blow job I had given Keith brought back memories of my manipulation at her hands. Not only had she witnessed this but she had videotaped it!!

"Stac – I I mean Mistress, there's something I have to tell you", I began. "Are you going to confess to being Tina's slave while I was away?" My face turned bright red and I stared at the floor. "Yes, Mistress", I mumbled. Then it occurred to me that 'slave' was about the best description I could think of about what had happened to me that night.

"Don't worry, Bill, you'll have a chance to pay for your indiscretion tonight as MY slave. And cheating is a two way street, too."

I was naked. Kneeling on the floor. My hands were bound behind me with a plastic cable tie. A leather collar had been wrapped around my cock and scrotum. A short chain was attached from a ring on the collar, through my legs and was fastened to my wrist bindings. A silk scarf was wrapped around my ankles and also passed through my wrist bindings. I was effectively hog-tied. As I knelt there I learned that if I leaned forward my balls were pulled painfully between my legs. Standing was impossible.

Stacy, my 43 year-old wife, who had put me in this position, was standing over me wearing a grey micro-mini skirt, smoke colored hose and purple 3-inch open-toed platform heels revealing scarlet toenails. From my position on the floor Stacy treated me to glimpses up her skirt at a pair of lacy purple thong panties which I had never seen before. They were framed by a purple garter belt. On top she wore a purple silk blouse unbuttoned to mid-breast. Her beautifully proportioned 36Cs were unencumbered by a bra. A long gold necklace with a diamond pendant that I had given her for our eighteenth wedding anniversary fell into her cleavage. The sparkle of the diamond accentuated her perfect globes and focused on their tan lines. Stacy was a ravishing woman.

I, on the other hand, was in trouble. I had been seduced and very much used by her girlfriend who later recounted the story to Stacy. My present predicament was the beginning of Stacy's revenge.

"Bill," Stacy began as I looked at the floor, "you have always been jealous of me, questioning my whereabouts if I work late, asking for all kinds of details when I return from business trips, and now I discover *YOU* were cheating on me with my best friend while I was away. Well, dear husband, tonight you will learn that what's good for the gander is BETTER for the goose." A deep throaty laugh followed her joke as she gripped my chin and directed my gaze to her face.

"Tonight I'm going to sample that big, stiff cock that you so lovingly sucked for Keith a few nights ago. I'm going to see if he fucks as good as he talks."

Her use of the 'f' word startled me. In all our years of marriage Stacy never talked of sex in anything but veiled euphemisms.

"Please, Stac – Mistress", I pleaded, "please let me explain.." "Did you fuck Tina while I was away?", she asked, again gripping my chin to stare into my eyes.

As I hesitated to answer her grip on my chin tightened. "Yes, Mistress, but she tempted me."

"Well my little slave boy, don't you think I was tempted by Keith a few nights ago after you paid off your bet by sucking his big cock and licking his balls. This video drives me nuts", she said, referring to the tape still playing in the VCR. The one secretly recorded by Tina herself. Stacy grabbed my head and held my face between her legs. "Take a whiff, loverboy. Do you know how hot I am for that big cock of his? I had no idea how small you were until I saw Keith's man-dick. That dick of his, that's for me."

Stacy produced a bag from a local adult novelty store and pulled out a leather contraption.

"Do you know what this is?"

It appeared to have a small dildo attached to it. I knew exactly what it was but played dumb. "No, Mistress".

"It's a penis gag. If I hear one peep out of you while Keith is entertaining me you'll be practicing your cocksucking techniques on this. Do you understand?"

I was terrified, terrified and humiliated beyond belief. When I considered that Stacy knew of my indiscretion the evening I paid "The Bet" and still turned Keith away I realized this was going to get much worse before it got better. Her ability to refuse Keith was in direct contrast to my inability to discourage Tina's advances. And Stacy's talk of my being her slave, that was a fantasy that I secretly harbored but the last thing I wanted was to have such a relationship before my wife and her lover. As I mulled over the severity of my predicament the doorbell rang.

"See me soon", Stacy said turning on her heel and leaving the room. I followed her departure with my gaze. Then I glanced at the TV, there I was, on the 25" screen, sucking for all I was worth. Keith's hand held my head to his crotch so I couldn't see what he was doing that night, but I could now. As Stacy frantically fingered herself Keith would point to his cock and back to her, then he would make a couple short thrusts into my mouth. Stacy would laugh, then he would rub my head and make another comment about my expertise at sucking cock.

I felt my face flush as I fully grasped just how thoroughly Stacy had humiliated me that evening. She tricked me into that demeaning situation, knowing full well that she planned to have Keith anyway, no matter how much I debased myself on his cock.

The tape ended with me dutifully licking his seed from his large balls as he grew erect again. Mercifully, Tina stopped her taping, or ran out of tape, without recording his arrogant promise to my wife of unrivaled sexual pleasure or my humiliating pleas for her fidelity.

I knelt there cursing my stupidity for allowing Tina to seduce me when I heard the sound of Stacy's laughter approach our bedroom prison. She walked in with *him* behind her. His hand was resting on her bottom and her lipstick was smeared.

"Keith, you remember my husband?", Stacy asked as Keith caught a glimpse of me kneeling on the floor.

At first he looked surprised, then, as he realized the position I was in, his expression turned to smugness.

"You must like that position, little fella", he said, taunting me. "I don't need you to suck my dick tonight though, this lady asked for my cock first."

Stacy laughed as the two of them hugged and then kissed deeply standing just a few feet from me.

What followed is hard to recount even today. It began with my heretofore very staid and conservative wife telling this virile young man that she was looking forward to enjoying his cock. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her hands all over his chest. As she pulled his shirt from his slacks she used her lips and tongue on his nipples as he moaned. From my too close vantage point I watched the bulge in Keith's pants grow larger.

Next Stacy's hands were on his belt, unbuckling it and pulling it from his slacks. She grasped it by the buckle and turned to me. "I may need this to make sure my slave does my bidding later this evening." She placed it on the floor next to me and returned to the task of freeing the object of her wanton desire, Keith's cock, from his slacks.

With one hand on his waistband and the other on his zipper-pull she leaned forward and pressed herself against Keith's bare chest while their lips met. Keith pulled her to him and passionately returned her kiss as his pants dropped to the floor. Keith had worn no underwear and his formidable equipment sprang free immediately.



My stomach wrenched in me as I watched the next few minutes unfold. Stacy dropped to her knees and grasped the base of Keith's cock. Then my wife, who hadn't put her mouth near my cock in seventeen years, opened her lips and began licking Keith's dick, all the while staring into my eyes. When she knew she had my undivided attention she opened her mouth and took the huge purple cock-head in. Keith let out a moan and I could tell her tongue was working on him. Keith put his hand on the back of her head and began making short thrusts as Stacy worked to get more of his tool into her mouth. Little beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead as she worked her lips, tongue and throat to accommodate her well-hung lover.

"Yeah, baby, suck it, make love to it, but save some to fill that tight little pussy of yours", Keith coaxed, rubbing the back of her head as she worked to swallow more of his cock.

Stacy moaned, then again, longer, louder. Then she turned her eyes to me while the noise from her throat continued. She was giving him a hummer! I'd only heard of them before. Keith looked like he would explode. "Stop, stop", he commanded, pushing her off his cock. "On the bed, on your back. Spread 'em wide cause I'm gonna get your cherry tonight." Stacy scrambled to get up and onto the bed. "Oh yes, please Keith, I want to feel all of that inside me."

Stacy was consumed with lust. The room was filled with her scent and that was not lost on Keith. As she lay on her back with her legs spread wantonly he moved his face between her thighs. "I could go for a *****", he said moving his face to her very swollen labia. As his tongue went to work on my wife she began to pant and moan and whimper in a way I have never experienced. I watched her body shudder as an orgasm passed through her and then Keith was standing between her legs.

I don't think I'll ever forget the image that was burned into my mind. Keith held my wife's thighs apart as his rigid member touched first her slit, then her clit, then the lips parted and his huge cock entered her womanhood. With the first thrust he plunged about five inches into her and she whimpered again.

"That's little Bill", he laughed. Pulling back an inch, he plunged again and buried his manhood deep into my wife. "That was Keith", he stated. Stacy's scream pierced the air as her nylon clad legs wrapped tightly around Keith's back.

In a couple strokes she was orgasming again, this time muttering "what a cock, what a COCK!"

Keith had plenty of stamina and by the time he finished and deposited his seed in my well-fucked wife, she was a limp dishrag.

I was totally unprepared for what came next though. Keith pulled himself free of my wife and walked over to where I knelt, still bound and leashed. Picking up the leash he stood with his cock in my face. "Clean me off, cuckold".

He jerked the leash suddenly and for the second time in a couple weeks I was sucking this man's dick. I tasted Stacy's juices but they were overpowered by the salty taste of their sweat and his sperm. He maintained tension on the leash but used his other hand to guide my face onto his cock. It was just as he had held Stacy, thrusting then pushing until my nose was buried in his pubic hair and his entire flaccid penis was in my mouth. "Stacy', he called to my wife as he held me fast to his groin, "this guy's a natural born cocksucker. I know a guy who will make a dildo replica of my dick. I'll get you one and the two of you can share it when I'm unavailable".

Mercifully Keith removed his cock from my overstretched mouth and proceeded to loosen some of my bonds. Helping me to my feet, but still holding the leash, he led me to the bed where Stacy lie exhausted. He pushed my head between her legs and I saw her pussy. Her labia were distended and raw, her pubic hair was matted with their sweat and Keith's cum leaked from her still open gash.

Stacy reached out and grabbed my head. "Clean me up, Bill. Suck all of Keith's cum from me. Taste the cock that fucked your wife. He was a man, Bill. I felt him in my tummy his cock was so long. Long and FAT! That big thick dick rubbed my clit every time he moved it."

My face was pressed into the pool of juices that leaked from Stacy's cunt and her words were cut off as Keith fed his awakening penis into her mouth again.

Wife Spanked by the Neighbor's ***


I've always tried to be a good girl, because I learned from my ********** what disobedience meant for a pretty teen-aged girl who crossed a powerful man. Turned over his lap in an instant was what it meant for this girl, and having her tight little behind reddened by his large, punishing, hand. I know my ****** sometimes wanted to intervene, and to save me from his discipline, but I'd heard enough sessions across the hall from my own bedroom, late at night, to know that she was subjected to his will too. Of course I didn't understand some of the moaning sounds she made later, after she'd been spanked too, but they didn't sound exactly like moans of pain, and I'd try to figure it out later by myself when I was tucked in under a warm blanket. Sometimes I did some very naughty things to myself while I was snuggled in and toasty warm under my covers, but I didn't know very much about what men wanted until I went off to college.
Oh, there had been my handsome, tall Math teacher in the 12 th grade, when I'd just turned 18, and he taught this girl a thing or two! But, those were a girl's secrets that she'd just have to stash away so that no one would ever know what happened when I was stretched over his desk.
My husband can never know, must never know, what I learned at college, or from my Math teacher for that matter! Fresh from rural Kansas and suddenly under the influence of those powerful and horny young men, I certainly got an education. Oh my, did I! Those guys wanted it all, and, I regret to say now as a faithful and chaste wife, they GOT it all! Several times.
John was the worst. Or best, as a girl remembers. Tall, lean, hard-muscled, and strict. Before taking me he'd make me dress in a tight skirt and blouse, and redden my bottom with his powerful hand. My skirt pulled up, panties down, and he'd spank, and finger, then spank again, and finger-fuck me some more until I was wriggling on his lap not knowing if I wanted more penetration, or more swatting, and just dying for release. My husband must never know how I remember arching up for John when he ordered me to, opening myself for him, spreading my long legs for his viewing pleasure, shamelessly opening my womanhood for that rough young man. John always took his full pleasure of me afterward. Hard. I had to bend over for him, or pull my legs up high and wide if he wanted, and, well . . . sometimes I had to swallow, too. I still blush red when I remember how he took me that... other way...too.
My husband spanks me, and I'm his wife so I submit as I have to since he is so much bigger and more powerful, but he must never know the secrets and the *********** I endured to make me this way. A woman so compliant for a man who spanks. He teases me about other men spanking me, too, but it's just play for us, at least I hope so. I'm a good woman, just turned 38, and I'm a faithful wife, and I just know that my loving husband would never actually let another man have a turn at me. At least if he knew.
But, then my handsome but arrogant neighbor's *** caught me, and made me pay. 20 years younger than me, he had me under his thumb.
The visit had been totally innocent, at least for my part. My old college lover John had dropped in from out of the sky, uninvited, because, he said, he was in the area on business and wanted to 'look me up'. As we sat in the living room and talked it quickly became evident that what he wanted was a look up my skirt. But I was a good wife, and kept my legs together, something I hadn't been able to do with John when I had dated him all those years earlier. The fact that he'd been the only boy who got me on my back on the first date and sent me home "rode hard and sent home wet" tormented me as I struggled to be a good girl and resisted showing him what he obviously wanted when he dropped in on me.
When I walked him to his car later, after he finally realized that I wasn't going to be his prize that afternoon, the big man took his final liberties with me by pulling me close for a hot kiss. His searching hands were everywhere, and that's just the moment my spying, plotting young neighbor's *** snapped his photo. There I was, in the afternoon sun, kissing a big man and with his hands cupping my ass and feeling my breasts. It only lasted a couple of seconds, before I angrily pushed him away, but the picture that young Dennis caught told a story that I desperately needed to hide.
When the cocky young neighbor's *** showed up at the kitchen door a couple of afternoons later I did my best to hide my irritation as I let him in, as neighbors do. He paused in the doorway, giving me a knowing little grin with his head cocked sideways, shamelessly looking me over from top to bottom. Especially 'bottom', I could feel, as I turned to pour a fresh cup of coffee. I'd just showered, and put on a tight skirt and blouse in anticipation of having my husband return that evening after 3 days out on business, and I knew I looked good. I've always exercised and kept in shape, and I knew I had a nice ass. No use in denying it. A girl knows what she has - - has to - - and I was sure that most of the men in our town who appreciated a nice behind would like to have a go at me. But, I was a good girl now, and faithful wife, and those men would just have to settle for giving me a fierce screwing in their imaginations, or take it out on their own wives, when they coveted my tight little behind swishing around in my revealing skirts. What was underneath was my husband's sole possession, or at least that's what I thought until Dennis nailed me that afternoon.

Young Dennis was cocky, arrogant, and damnably handsome. As he shuffled into my kitchen that afternoon wearing that smirking grin I could imagine how many tight-bodied little cheerleaders had seen that same grin while they were on their knees, working their soft lips around his manhood for his pleasure. I regretted having to even let him into my home, and barely noticed the envelope he carried.
The photos were damning, taken out of context and not at all who I was today. But he knew he had me, and when he waved off the invitation of coffee and took my arm to lead me to my husband's bedroom my woman's instincts knew where this was going. Those guys in college had taught this girl a lesson or two about getting laid and I knew I was a wife about to re-discover just how urgent a young man's hormones could be. Dennis had me and I was going to pay the price.
On the younger man's orders I stood between his outspread thighs as he sat on the marital bed and I unbuttoned my blouse, removed it, and reached back to unclasp my bra. My hesitation here only earned me a quick, reach-around swat to the seat of my tight skirt so, like a good girl, I unclipped the garment and slid it off to present myself to the male who was my master. Young Dennis immediately took possession of my breasts with his big, strong hands and worked me hard. Squeezing, fondling, pinching to suit himself he explored everything this girl had to offer up top. He was still helping himself to a rough feel and teasing my nipples when he ordered me to take off my skirt. I pleaded for mercy with my eyes but his expression brooked no disobedience so the skirt was removed for the man's viewing pleasure. I regretted shuddering when his rough hand cupped my pussy and palmed me through the sheer fabric and I was humiliated that he could feel my girl response as he cupped and possessed my secret parts. Boys had done this to me on dates in high school and several men had felt me up this way before I swallowed to keep them from fucking me silly in college, and sometimes it didn't work, but this was a especially humiliating since I didn't like the guy and still had to do whatever he wanted.
When he unzipped and motioned for me to be a good girl for him I knew what was expected and did my best to please my young master. I loved my husband and cherished swallowing for him but desperately hoped I wouldn't have to take this young rough's load into my belly. I posted up and down on his impressive shaft, taking as much as I could down my throat as he grabbed me by the hair and ****** his young cock deeper and deeper, fucking my mouth like I was his latest little high-school slut taking what he demanded. He fucked my mouth for a long time but didn't come in me, and pulled away just long enough to tell me I was a bad girl who needed a hard spanking. I must have looked a mess with my mouth all wet and panting for more male attention.

Being spanked for being a bad girl was a fantasy that I shared with my husband and one that made the sex so hot and satisfying that I always bent to his will, and I confessed, and made up, stories about men who'd spanked me before.
Playing with my husband I'd mixed and embellished stories about my high school Algebra teacher who'd taken both me and Brenda to the back office after school and paddled our tight high-school girl's panties with hard wood. Those hot paddlings really happened, but sometimes Mr. Johnson kept Brenda after he'd warmed our panties and let me go. It was years later when Brenda and I were much more experienced and she told me that Mr. Johnson had a lot of "staying power" and we were talking about being taken, well.... "back there". My husband frequently took me "back there" since we were married, but I'd never got it that way before I was married, and I couldn't help but wonder what bad Dennis wanted from this married woman when he took me across his knees for what I was sure would be a memorable spanking.
Dennis spanked hard. He had the seat of my panties heated up in no time to make this girl squirm and dance for him, presenting what I just know and regret was a very pretty show. He felt me up, too, between swats, and his fingers explored and squeezed every inch of this married woman's backside. He made me promise all sorts of things that I could never do, but he was my master at that moment and I caved and told him whatever he wanted to hear.
He could spank me whenever he wanted. He could turn me up and make me strip off my panties so he could fuck me whenever my husband was at work. I'd obey him or he'd bring a gang of his big friends over to gang me and leave me wet and marked for my husband. And, I'd shed my bra, drop my panties and skirt and swallow whenever he commanded. He spanked me hard as he made me promise my servitude and when he picked me up and turned me face-down on the bed to take his pleasure I knew I was a conquered wife. He wanted me to plead with him not to "come in me!" and I begged, but still got the injection of hot male pleasure pumped way up deep inside me. I moaned in *********** and excitement when he told me that the next time the same load was going up my ass, and that I'd just have to be a clever girl to explain that to my husband when he came home from his trip to claim his wife.
My husband comes home tonight, and neighbor Dennis has just zipped up, patted my ass and squeezed my cheeks possessively before heading off.
What can a good wife do?

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Sarah's Game


�Oh my god, you should have seen your face, so sad and helpless, that made me so hot�

Sarah was sprawled in the armchair. Her face flushed from the effects of alchohol, or was it excitement.

�I can�t remember the last time I had so much fun.�

James sat sullenly on the sofa opposite, his eyes drawn to his wife�s long shapely legs, exposed to the thigh as her black cocktail dress had ridden up. He could see the dark bands of her stockings and just a hint of suspender clip.

�I can�t believe you did that to me�, his voice barely a whisper.

�But I did, didn�t I. We can�t change that now, no going back. Sarah giggled at her husbands forlorn look. �I�m sure it excited you on some level, you didn�t do anything to stop it did you?�

It was supposed to have been a romantic evening to celebrate their anniversary. After the meal it had been James�s idea to finish the evening off in a local wine bar. His mistake. Carrying the ****** to the dimly lit alcove james had been surprised to see a stranger sitting opposite his wife.

�James this is Peter, you remember me telling you all about Peter don�t you honey?�

The smile of amusement on his wife�s face was all it took to for James to redden in embarassment. Of course he knew all about Peter. It was their favourite bedroom game. Peter had been her best, her biggest and Sarah loved teasing James by relating the every detail of his superiority. She loved telling almost as much as James loved hearing.

After all It was only a game, a fantasy, nothing more. Some may find it odd, perverted even, but while he could not explain why it turned him on so much he just knew it did. Sarah knew it too and took great delight in using it against him, belittling him. She loved the power as much as he loved the ***********.

But this was suddenly different. Peter was no longer a faceless fantasy figure. He was a six foot plus, well built, good looking reality.

�I was just leaving�, Peter explained as he stood to shake James�s hand. A firm confident grip that did nothing to ease his sudden feelings of inadequacy .

�No don�t go�, Sarah implored, �join us for a ********.

James�s look of horror only encouraged his wife.

�I�m sure James would love to stay. He�s always asking me about you�.

Peter looked puzzled as Sarah giggled at her husbands shocked expression.

�Go on James, be a dear and get Peter a ********

He couldn�t be rude could he, just had to go with it, the small talk, catching up on old times.

�I thought you were going to say no when I told you to� you know� Sarah was smiling as she recalled his reluctance.

�I tried to�, James agreed, �but the way you looked, I knew you meant it. Knew I had to.�

�You wanted to really though didn�t you� Sarah teased. �You couldn�t help it. It wasn�t just to please me.�

�Yes�No�I don�t know. I was scared, embarrassed, worried what he�d think of me, but at the same time I was��oh god I don�t know�. James put his head in his hands.

�You were what darling? Excited maybe. I�ts nothing to be ashamed of, it�s the way you are. I like you like that. You looked so helpless, so lost.�

It had happened just a few minutes after they had all sat down together. Introductions formally made, niceties observed, an undercurrent of uncertainty as to where this was going. Peter had excused himself to use the toilet.

�Follow him in�, Sarah had insisted as soon as he was out of earshot. �I want you to see it for yourself.�

�I can�t� James had objected.

Sarah giggled, �do it for me, it will be hot. Make sure he notices you looking, make sure he sees yours�.

Now James looked up as his wife stood and walked over to the sofa. Ruffling his hair briefly, a gentle almost sympathetic stroke on his cheek, as you would comfort a *****. Sitting next to him, staring into his eyes, still smiling as she unzipped him, searched around with delicate fingers and finally pulled him free.

Sarah glanced down and inspected his erection. �I�m glad you saw how much bigger he is, it will help you undersatand how much better it was for me�. She paused for a moment, light teasing fingers working on him. �I wonder what he thought when he saw yours? There�s no comparison really is there, I�m glad you know that now.�

James groaned as his wife slowly stroked him, excited and scared at the time time, not sure where they were heading, not sure whether to go with it or not.

Sarah knew he had no choice, she was calling the shots and loving every minute of it, loving the power she felt.

�You took a long time in there. Why so long, were you embarrassed? A little ashamed maybe?�

The truth was he hadn�t known what to do. The memory was so vivid, glancing down as his wife had ordered, just one quick glance, Peter wouldn�t notice would he? But the shock, so big, so much bigger than his. He couldn�t help but stare, couldn�t believe it. When he finally tore his eyes away he realised Peter was looking at him with a puzzled expression. Then Peter glanced down at him, was that a smile, a smirk, there was no doubt he now recognized what this was all about.

Without a word Peter zipped up and left. James stood, heart beating fast, face scarlet with embarassment at what he�d just done. He splashed cold water on his face but his it remained flushed as he looked in the mirror. He lost all track of time as he tried desperately to compose himself and return to the table.

�You looked like a little lost boy when you came out� Sarah teased. �I�ll never forget that, made me so hot. Were you surprised to see him sitting next to me?�

James nodded, he was surprised, annoyed that Peter had taken his place beside his wife.

�He saw you honey, remember, that changed it all, he knew.�

�Changed what�?

�Everything, he knew you were no threat, no obstacle. He touched me as soon as he sat down you know. While you were still in the mens room, he put his hand on my thigh and kissed me.�

�Sarah, no. I don�t want to����

�You have to know, to understand, it�s for the best., for both of us. When you sat back down he had his hand inside my skirt, stroking, so good I couldn�t resist, I had to touch him�. Sarah looked down at her husbands cock encircled by her fingers. �So different to you, so much bigger, even thorugh his trousers, so hard.�

As she spoke Sarah started moving her hand faster. �It was so good, you liked it too I know. It�s no good fighting it, just admit it.�

His wife�s lips gently brushing his ear, her voice whispering. �Tell me you liked it, admit it and I�ll let you cum.�

Come on you can do it, for me, for us. It will be exciting, something different. Try it, you�ll see, you�ll like it, I know you will�.

James was sat at one end of the sofa, Sarah was laying across him her head in his lap, looking up at him at she sipped from her glass of wine.�

She knew he wanted to just say no, stop this now. That was part of the attraction of all this, seeing how far she could take him, how hard she could push. Sarah sensed that if she went too far too quickly he would rebel, refuse. But the gentle probing, small steps, light pushes were different. Leading him where he didn�t want to go. Such power. Such fun.

�Just think how you�ll feel, picking up the phone, dialling his number, hearing his voice. I�ll bet you�d be hard down here�. Sarah ran her finger across the front of his trousers as she spoke, finding the hardness there now. Giggling at his involuntary reaction. �See, your excited just thinking about it.�

�I can�t, I don�t know, it�s not right. You�re my wife.�

Sarah smiled. �We�d be doing this together, you�d be involved, helping. That�s what makes it ok. Nothing behind you back, your part of it. Giving me something you can�t give me on your own. A sacrifice for me, think how hot that would be�.

He was weakening, she could tell, his eyes flitting from the open phone book on the coffee table to her legs. She shifted slightly, legs opening just a fraction. Enough though to move her short skirt up a few inches. Suspender straps now revealed. Another of his weaknesses, so easy to manipulate him this way.

Unzipping him slowly, looking up smiling as she pulled him free of his trousers. Just inches in front of her eyes, erect, not touching just looking. �You saw him remember, much bigger. Look at yours for me, what do you think, half the size maybe?�

James looked down at himself. �Yes, probably but�..�

�There are no buts are there�, Sarah interrupted. �Think how much better it was for me. It can be like that again, you want me to be happy don�t you. Even if it hurts you a little to make me happy. I think you�d like that really. I think we should try.�

Almost trancelike James found himself slowly nodding. He�d agreed hadn�t he. Hadn�t wanted to, didn�t know why he had. So scared but it was what she wanted, what she needed. Maybe Sarah was right, what they needed. So confusing but she seemed so sure, it must be right.

Sarah lifted her head. �Go get the phone honey.� Smiling, happy now it was decided.

James moved slowly, looking at her hopefully, she would stop him surely. Laugh and say she was just joking. Sarah watched him go, enjoying his discomfort, his uncertainty. So sweet, doing this for her, hating it but willing, suffering just for her.

James returned with the phone, looking so sad. Sarah was still lying across the sofa, skirt slightly higher than before, maintaining the sexual tension, keeping the pressure on, no going back for her now. Her elbow propped up on the sofa, head slightly tilted resting on the palm of her hand. Watching him closely, loving the little boy lost look.

She patted the carpet in front of her head. �Kneel here for me, I want to hear, want to see what it does to you. That�s good, now lean back, sit on your heels, a bit closer, don�t want to miss anything.�.

Trousers still unzipped, erection still protruding, ****** upwards by his position, James�s face was only inches from his wife�s. He could feel her breath on his cheek, see her eyes moving from his hard cock to his anxious face, smiling approval of both, so perfect for her, just how she wanted him.

Her hand reaching down to feel his excitement, feather light touches, keeping him off balance, a final act of encouragement, a final push.

His hands were shaking, his body trembling, Sarah wasn�t sure if that was result of her teasing strokes or a sign of his uneasiness at what he had to do but she knew she liked it. Made her wet

Sarah released his cock and held her hand out for the phone. �Here, let me help�. She could feel his eyes watching intently as she slowly pressed out the number, prolonging the agony. Passing the phone back to her husband she waited until he reluctantly put it to his ear before resuming her slow stroking.

She leaned forward an inch to brush her lips against his cheek. �Good boy�, she whispered encouragingly. �Be nice, polite, for me.�

Sarah could only hear one side of the conversation but could still get the gist of it. His voice trembled with emotion, a few times he faltered, stumbled over his words, stuttered even. She egged her husband on with whispered directions, light fingernail scratches across the glistening head of his exposed erection.

�Hi Peter this is James�

�No, Sarah�s husband, we..we met last week.

�Yes, that�s right, well Sarah wanted me to ask you, if she could, well�it�s like this, she wants�.we wondered, if maybe��

Another stroke, another whisper. �Just ask him James, come on you can do this. For me.�

�Sarah would like to see you again�. There he�d done it, crossed the line, the words blurted out in a rush.

�No, it�s Sarahs idea, what she wants.�

A silence, Peter obviously thinking, wondering, working out what was happening here.

�Tell him you want it too, ask him nicely�, Sarah instructed.

�I..I..I want you to see her again.� His words hesitant, unsure.

�Say please�, whispering, stroking, teasing. �Be nice, say please.�

And he did, overcome with the moment, the intensity. James succumbed completely, almost begging this man to agree to a date with his wife. The love of his life.

Sarah, approving now he�d done it, pleased with him.

�There, I knew you could do it, so good to me�

A deep hungry kiss, revealing her excitement and pleasure.

�This is just the beginning, you�ll see, you�ll learn to like it, come to need it. Only the beginning�

It had been the worst weeks of James�s life, Unable to concentrate at work, totally bewildered by what was happening, unsure how to respond. Strangely though, despite his confusion he seemed to be constantly aroused. Sarah always finding the right buttons to press. A suggestive comment, a passing touch, a knowing smile as she watched his anxiety. He wanted his wife more than ever before but Sarah would not allow it.

�Better to wait�, she explained. �Better for both of us. More exciting this way, waiting. The anticipation, it gives things an edge. You�ll see.�

James found himself doing everything he could to please her, hoping she would relent just once. The considerate loving husband. Demonstrating how much he loved her, hoping this would all stop, go back to how it was before.

Sarah thought it had been the best week of her life. Never had so much fun. Never been this aroused, this hot. She felt so much in control, dictating events. James following her around like an adoring puppy. Sarah pretending she didn�t notice him, feigning indifference. In reality though loving the attention, the devotion, feeling his need and denying him. A new side of her she had never explored, new experiences, so much power.

By the time Saturday came Sarah was dizzy with excitement, this had to be special, everything just right, her way. A lazy day at first, Sarah relaxing, James on edge. He was trying so hard to please, waiting on his wife hand and foot, so attentive. Late in the afternoon Sarah suggested he should get in the shower first.

�I want plenty of time to get ready for tonight�, she explained.

The first time �tonight� had been mentioned all day. It felt like a punch in the stomach to James. The waiting nearly over and with it the hope that it may never happen.

As he finished drying his hair he looked up to see his wife leaning against the door frame watching him with an amused smile. Despite his feelings he was erect.

�That�s nice honey, I�m glad your excited for me, I like that, so cute.�

Sarah moved towards him and gently stroked his cock, giggling as he trembled under her touch.

�Stay naked for me now, I want to watch you, see what this does to you. I want you to be part of this, help me get ready, will you do that for me?�

James nodded, feeling himself sinking, losing control. The whole thing seemed almost surreal and all he could do was to go with the ride.

�Run along now while I get in the bath.� Sarah looked down at her husbands erection, �I�m sure you can find something to play with. I�ll call when I need you.�

James walked dejectedly into the bedroom as he heard the taps running and the door closing behind him. He felt defeated, totally lost. He wandered aimlessly around the room as he tried to get his thoughts together, formulate some plan. Everything in the room reminded him of his wife. He could smell her perfume, see her clothes in the wardrobe. Her underwear drawer was slightly open and he felt a lump rise in his throat as he saw the flimsy, silky things kept there. In his mind he could see Sarah wearing them, but it was Peter he saw touching,, undressing her. He looked away, desperately trying to dispel the images but it was hopeless.

He was still there, sitting on the edge of the bed, still naked, still hard, when Sarah came in from the shower.

She was wearing her black silk kimono. She sat at the dressing table as she dried her hair then started applying her makeup. Watching her husband in the mirror. Loving the way his sad eyes followed every movement. Crossing her legs, leaning back so he could see how hard her nipples were against the sheer material. So easy to control him, to hurt him, her plaything.

James couldn�t bring himself to speak. Just sat watching as she took so much care over her preparations. Not for him, for Peter. The lipstick was the worst, leaning forward, carefully applying the deep red colour, pursing her lips. Her eyes met his in the mirror, a knowing smile, her tongue running over the glossy surface, a kiss blown mockingly in his direction.

The finished effect was stunning, Turning away from the mirror, Sarah glanced to the underwear drawer and back to her husband�s worried face.

�Your first job, to choose, something sexy. Something he will like.�

Sarah smiled, pleased with him, as without argument James walked, almost trancelike, over to the drawer and started sorting through the skimpy under things. He chose his favourite. Sarah knew he would, knew he was past fighting. Tiny black thong, half cut bra, suspender belt to match.

Sarah stood in front of her husband, so close, almost touching. Her eyes fixed to his as she slowly undid the belt of her robe and allowed it to drop to the floor.

�Dress me for him, how you�d like me but for him. I�d like that.�

It was the hottest thing ever. Her husband, naked on his knees before her, pulling her panties up, his face level with her crotch. He couldn�t help himself, leaning forward, trying to kiss her there through the shiny satin. Her hand laid gently on his head, stopping him just short.

�No, not now. It�s not for you. Not yours tonight.�

Behind her, fastening bra and suspender belt, shaking fingers. An occasional stroke urging him on. Showing her appreciation, pleased with him. On his knees again, smoothing her stockings, making her perfect. Anything to please.

His favourite dress, so sexy. It almost broke his heart to zip it up for her. A black satin, mid thigh, cocktail dress. Low cut at the front. Skin tight. Suspender straps visible through the tight material. Then the shoes, high stilettos. Sarah giggled as her husband couldn�t help but look up as, with one knee bent, her stockings came into view from his position on the floor. She giggled at his pained expression.

�Think he�ll like?�

A sad, resigned nod. Just how she liked him now, so sweet to see him like this.

James stood when his job was completed, one more final try. The last chance.

�Sarah, please��.�

�Shhh, too late now. It�s what I want, What you want too. You don�t know it yet but you do. You�ll see.�

Resigned to his fate, shoulders slumped. So hot for her.

Sarah inspected the final effect in the mirror. Pleased with what she saw, pleased with him.

�I�m ready now. Get dressed honey, get the car. One final job. Deliver me to him. The ultimate sacrifice for you. Deliver me to my lover

James sat in the living room, heart pounding, he�d never felt so helpless. The room was dark and silent, turning the light or TV on just hadn�t occurred to him. Sarah�s last words as she had got out of the car and walked away from him echoing in his head.

�Go home and wait now, I want you thinking about me, about us, what we might be doing, all the time I�m gone. Knowing that will make it even hotter for me. Knowing your hurting while I�m enjoying.�

She�d sown the seed and now his imagination was running wild. Had they kissed, had they touched, were they doing that now. In his mind he could see them sitting together. Peter�s hand sliding up between his wife�s legs as they kissed, rucking her skirt up as he went higher. Sarah parting her legs, allowing him access, his hand stroking through her panties. He could almost hear his wife�s sigh of pleasure.

Even worse, her hand rubbing him through his trousers. Slowly unzipping, pulling him free. He could imagine Sarah�s look of admiration as he hardened under her touch, he could hear her voice.

�So big, so much bigger than James.�

Would she really tell him that? Oh god, how had he let this happen. The intense jealousy, the *********** of it all. How could she do this to him.

No matter what he did the visions continued. Peter undressing his wife, kissing slowly down her body. Sarah on her knees taking him in her mouth, on her back legs wrapped around his waist. The pain was constant, agonising and inescapable.

It was getting light by the time the phone finally rang.

�You can come and get me now honey.�

One sentence before she broke the connection. Her voice cheerful, no hint of remorse or concern for her husband. She expected this of him now. She�d brought him this far, It was her game played by her rules.

James had mixed emotions as he drove. Pleased it was all over, Excited that his wife was coming home. Frightened of what may have happened and most of all full of hope that they could now get back to normal, that Sarah had got whatever it was out of her system.

Sitting outside the house, he waited for Sarah to appear. The seconds seemed like hours as he watched the front door. When his mobile beeped it�s text received tone he almost ignored it. Eventually he looked just to pass a few more agonising seconds, surprised to see it was from his wife.

�Aren�t you going to knock for me honey?�

His mouth felt dry, surely she didn�t expect him to do that. Heart beating, hands shaking he got out of the car and knocked on the door.

After waiting what seemed an eternity the door opened. Peter, at the door, dressed in just a white silk robe. �Hi, come on in. She�s just getting dressed�. That�s when it really hit home. This was real, not a game. It had actually happened. The pain was like a knife to his stomach.

Peter walked through to the lounge and sat on the sofa, James feeling uncomfortable stood by the door. Looking around he was horrified to see his wife�s dress thrown over the armchair. Discarded in the throes of passion maybe? Her stockings and suspender belt on the floor. He closed his eyes, hoping in vain the images would disappear. When he looked again he was just in time to see Sarah coming down the stairs. Dressed only in bra panties and high heels. She looked so sexy it hurt.

�Hi sweetie� Sarah watched her husband standing there, looking so lost, as she slipped her dress over her head. She loved the way his eyes switched from her to Peter, speechless, not knowing what to do. She had never felt so powerful, so in control. She loved it.

�Be a dear and pick my bits up will you honey�. Gesturing towards the discarded clothing on the floor.

Without thinking he obeyed, earning an approving smile of encouragement from his wife as he gathered up the flimsy things.

Walking to the side of the armchair, still facing her husband, Sarah leant down to Peter.

�Bye baby, gotta go, my cabs here.�

James tried to avert his eyes as their lips met but he couldn�t look away. A gentle kiss on the lips, Sarah pulled away for a second looking up at her husband, pleased he was watching, then again with more passion. Her hand on the back of his neck, her tongue pushing into his mouth. Her other hand stroking across his chest.

James felt frozen to the spot as he watched in horror. Then the worst thing. Peter�s erection pushed his robe apart and stood there, proud for all to see. James had seen him soft once before but hard was a different matter. Sarah pulled away and glanced down to admire the result of her actions. Looking back up at her husband she simply smiled and raised her eyebrows.

She didn�t need to speak, her look said everything. �Look honey, this is why, now you know, now you understand. So different from you, so much better. You can�t compete�.

Whatever happened in the future that image would be burned forever in his memory.

Aventure (s) d'un soir


C'est une histoire vraie, une histoire de sexe, elle m'est arrivée sans que je m'y attende.
J'ai 40 ans je suis hétérosexuel marié et j'ai 3 enfants. J'aime le sexe j'aime les femmes et j'en ai eu beaucoup.
C'était pendant les vacances Noël 2010, ma femme et les enfants étaient partis aux sports d'hiver.
Un soir vers minuit, je venais de prendre une douche pour me mettre au lit, j'étais en peignoir et quelqu'un frappa à ma porte. C'était mon voisin celui avec qui je fais du sport, il a 30 ans il est taillé dans la masse un véritable athlète. Il me savait seul, il arrivait avec une bouteille de mon vin préféré, un Sauterne ... je ne pouvais donc pas ne pas le recevoir. Deux verres, un tire-bouchon, et hop un p'tit coup dans le gosier ... mon dieu que c'est bon ce pinard !
Mon copain que j'appellerai Max pour le récit me suggéra de télécharger un porno sur le net plutôt que de laisser tourner la télé qui n'offrait pas grand chose de bien.
Une bonne bouteille, deux ou trois fromages, un porno, un canapé confortable ... relax.
Le porno, en fait, un film pris au hasard n'avait aucun sens, sauf 4 meufs et 4 mecs qui étaient aussi bien hétéro qu'homo et bi ... tout le monde sodomisait tout le monde et tout le monde suçait tout le monde.
Bref au bout d'un quart d'heure de film je me levais pour aller au frigo chercher quelque chose à manger, la bouteille était déjà bien malade et c'est là que tout commença. En me levant Max me dit ... mais tu bandes mon salop ! Oui lui dis-je c'est l'effet porno. En plus le peignoir ne faisait qu'amplifier cette bandai*** sachant que ma queue en érection se met en l'air à 45° ; je ne vous dis pas la bosse que faisait le tissu éponge. Quand je revins de la cuisine avec cette fois de la charcuterie, Max me dit : elle est toujours au garde à vous ! ... J'ai l'impression que tu en as une énorme ! Non lui dis-je 16 cm quand tu la mesures du dessus et un bon 4 cm de diamètre. Je ne te crois pas me répond-il, elle est plus grosse que ça ... tu veux voir ? Oui ... regarde... et j'ouvre mon peignoir. Il est à moins d'un mètre de moi et semble content de voir ma queue une lueur brille dans ces yeux. Elle semble très dure me dit-il ... je peux la toucher ? Si tu veux ... il me la prend entre trois doigts et dit : elle est en béton ta bite ... puis il la prend à pleine main en la pressant très fort et constate qu'effectivement elle est très dure. Je lui demande si lui bandait aussi, il me dit que oui, mais que *** jean le sert tellement qu'elle est coincée. Je lui propose de se mettre à l'aise. Il hésite et me dit que sa bite est beaucoup plus petite que la mienne ... je lui demande de me la montrer, je le sens gêné, je prends l'initiative de lui dégrafer *** pantalon et lui dis sèchement : montre-moi ta bite. Il se décide, il baisse *** fute et *** boxer. Il me dit en me regardant très mal à l'aise : ben voilà...pas de quoi fouetter un chat. Effectivement elle est plus petite que la mienne, pas grande différence en longueur mais franchement « maigre » guère plus de 3 cm de diamètre sauf le gland qui est plus large, assez long, et pointu. De plus elle a une jolie forme en arc, courbée vers le haut et comme il bande lui aussi, sa queue lui touche le ventre. Je le rassure et lui dis que je la trouve très belle par rapport à celles que l'on voit dans les pornos... tordues, le gland tout violacé, des veines quelquefois énormes qui ressortent etc.... Je lui demande de me la laisser toucher et comme lui je mesure la dureté. Bien dure aussi, mais moins que la mienne, et comme lui, je la prends à pleine main et la serre très fort Max à ce moment là émet un hhhmmmm... je le sens très intéressé par mon geste . Je lui dis : ça à l'air de te plaire qu'on te la touche ? Oui me répond-il. Et ça ? Je mime une petite branlette 3 ou 4 fois, re hhhmmm : « continue » me dit-il. Je lui dis de s'asseoir en position presque allongée, ce qu'il fit. Je me mis à le branler doucement et je ne sais pas pourquoi mais ça a déclenché en moi une envie folle de sexe une bouffée de chaleur m'envahi, suivi d'une envie de lui sucer la bite.
Je me suis installé entre ses jambes, et lui dis : J'ai envie de la sucer, je ne sais pas pourquoi c'est la première fois que j'ai cette envie de queue. Justement, moi aussi me dit-il, j'ai envie de te sucer, ce doit être à cause des mecs dans le porno qui se suçaient. Sans plus de commentaire, j'approchais mon visage de *** sexe, ma langue effleura ses couilles, puis j'en mis une dans ma bouche puis la deuxième toujours en le branlant. Il n'avait que très peu de poils il doit se raser puisqu'ils ne dépassent pas le centimètre. Je n'avais pas remarqué mes ses couilles ***t minuscules comparées aux miennes, pas plus grosse que des cerises. Puis ma langue avait envie de lécher *** gland, mais avant je voulais sentir sa bite, justement elle avait une odeur de bite comme une bite qui n'a pas été lavée depuis le matin. Une odeur bandante ! Une bite c'est comme une foune si ça sans le savons tu as l'impression de sucer le savon, tandis que là, l'odeur était virile, un vrai plaisir de respirer cette bite, tellement c'était agréable, je n'osais pas lui sucer me disant que l'odeur allait disparaître, alors je me remplissais les poumons de cette odeur. Ma bite était très dure, je n'osais même pas la toucher, si je la touchais, je savais que je déchargerai tout de suite tellement je suis excité. Et puis l'envie de mettre sa bite dans ma bouche était trop grande ... une première pour moi... il fallait le faire... une dernière bouffée, puis je lui « lave le gland » avec ma langue ... qu'est-ce que c'est doux un gland ! J'essaie de retrouver le goût de l'odeur, mais, diluée à la salive je n'ai aucun goût dans la bouche, dommage... et là ce fut la vraie première... sa bite pénétra dans ma bouche. C'EST TROP BON je la rentre à fond elle est entièrement dans ma bouche. Je la branle dans ma bouche et je suis encore une fois surpris par la douceur d'une bite dans la bouche, rien jamais n'a été aussi doux dans ma bouche... un vrai plaisir. Max se met à râler il a l'air d'apprécier, il accompagne mon mouvement de branlette avec ses reins. Je lui caresse le ventre puis les fesses puis ma main droite se loge dans *** aisselle gauche et je passe mon pouce sous ses testicules pour lui caresser et lui sucer de temps en temps. Visiblement il apprécie. Par moment je lâche la bite pour sucer juste le gland et reviens au membre dur. Ma langue fait des aller retour sur la tige. Ma main gauche se ballade sur *** ventre et sa poitrine. Puis mes mains saisissent ses fesses musclées, comme si je voulais approcher encore plus l'ensemble, pour que sa bite entre d'avantage dans ma bouche. C'est trop bon, jamais je n'ai pris autant de plaisir en suçant une chatte ... J'ai des envies de le sodomiser, de lui sucer l'anus, d'entrer ma langue dans *** cul, tout cela me passe par la tête, j'ai envie de bouffer *** sperme, j'ai envie qu'il me pisse dans la bouche, je délire complètement lorsque Max me dit qu'il va décharger ... « waazy » la bouche pleine lui dis-je, et c'est ce qu'il fit pour mon plus grand plaisir je sentis le liquide brûlant arriver ... trop bon je le sentais envahir ma bouche par saccade je ne voulais pas en perdre une goutte c'était vraiment trop bandant j'avais du sperme plein la bouche et j'aimais ça ... je le gardais un maximum mais je savais que j'allais devoir avaler pour ne pas en perdre, car le sperme me faisait saliver et ma bouche était pleine. J'adorais *** goût âpre un peu salé, pourtant j'ai déjà goûté au mien et je trouvais ça franchement dégueulasse. Et c'est au moment ou j'avalais ce liquide comme un désert que se produisit la chose la plus formidable qui ne me soit jamais arrivée ... au moment même ou j'avalais ce précieux liquide je me mis à décharger sans ne rien faire, sans me toucher, sans me branler, sans me frotter sur quelque chose. Ma bite s'est mise à cracher le sperme à n'en plus finir, une dizaine de rafale, je crois ne jamais avoir éjaculé aussi longtemps que ce jour là, ça n'en finissait pas, plus d'une minute à jouir avec toujours la bite de Max dans la bouche jouir sans rien faire. Comme lorsque j'étais jeune et qu'il m'arrivait de faire des cartes de France en dormant. Ca y est, ma bite est calmée celle de Max aussi je la sens diminuer, mais je n'ai pas mon compte de sexe, j'ai envie d'autre chose ... je regarde sa petite bite qui a fondu, elle ne mesure pas plus de 8 cm maintenant, je la serre entre deux doigts et une goutte de sperme s'échappe, je la regarde vivre sur *** gland, couler, le long de la bite mais elle n'ira pas plus loin, ma langue la rattrape, j'apprécie toujours autant.... Une cerise sur un gâteau.

Nous sommes là, moi assis par terre entre les jambes de Max, sa bite dans ma bouche lui a moitié endormi. Nous restons comme ça plus de 5 mm sans dire un mot en sommeillant de plaisir. Puis je lui dis : J'ai trouvé ça super bon. Lui me dit que c'était une pipe inoubliable, que jamais une meuf ne l'avait sucé comme ça. Sans bouger de ma place je me retournais et servis ce qu'il restait de Sauterne. Il était encore meilleur qu'avant. Le film porno tournait toujours, c'était justement un mec entrain d'éjaculer dans la bouche d'un autre mec. Je versais quelques gouttes de Sauternes sur la bite de Max et me mis à sucer le Sauterne. Là encore une minuscule goutte de sperme coula, mélangé au vin ce fut un régal, Max avait l'air d'apprécier. Les verres terminés je décidais de ne pas en rester là, j'ignorai ce que j'allais faire. Je décidais de le sucer à nouveau, j'étais à cours d'idées ... on verra bien. Mais Max démarre au quart de tour 30 secondes plus tard sa bite était au beau fixe et la mienne était deja très dure.
J'avais envie de lui sucer l'anus en vue de le pénétrer. Tout en le suçant, ma main s'égara coté trou de balles et mon doigt commença à lui caresser l'anus. Max se laissait faire ... je me posais des questions ; était-il homo avait-il déjà eu une expérience homo ??? Mon doigt essayait de le pénétrer mais ça ne rentrait pas. Je demandais à Max d'écarter les jambes d'avantage. Ma bouche quitta cette merveilleuse bite et ma langue lécha l'anus de Max qui se laissa faire sans rechigner. J'essayais d'entrer ma langue dans ce minuscule orifice mais sans résultat. Mon doigt ne rentrait pas non plus... une idée ... le beurre était sur la table basse... le doigt beurré, là aucun problème mon doigt entra dès la première manœuvre et Max soupira très fort en se tortillant et en lançant des « c'est trop bon » sa bite était bien dure et je la suçais avec beaucoup de plaisir. Je lui branlais l'anus et il gigotait dans tous les sens. J'entrepris de faire mieux, lui mettre deux doigts. Un peu de beurre et hop mon Max se mit à hurler mais de plaisir. Avec deux doigts dans le cul je peux le travailler comme je veux et rapidement je sens *** anus se relâcher sachant que je pouvais facile lui mettre un troisième doigt. Max a les yeux fermer, je lui dis que j'allais lui mettre un troisième doigt, à cela il me répondit vas-y c'est trop bon, ce soir je fais la pute. Alors, délicatement, toujours en lui branlant l'anus j'inter-changeais mes deux doigts contre ma bite. Max avait les yeux fermé et ma bite pénétra avec tellement d'aisance qu'il me dit « après les doigts tu devrais m'enculer je n'ai jamais essayé » je lui dis : trop tard Max c'est ma bite que tu as dans le cul il regarda et constata en me disant : c'est trop bon... bourre-moi le cul comme une vieille salope. Tout en le bourrant je lui branlais la bite qui avait diminué de volume elle était molle et me glissait des doigts. Mais Max avait l'air d'apprécier il rallait grimaçait et remuait de droite à gauche et il accélérait la cadence d'un agile coup de « cul » Je lui dis que j'allais éjaculer dans *** beau petit cul musclé, c'est alors qu'il me dit : Non retiens-toi, j'ai envie que tu me décharges dans la bouche, mais avant je vais décharger et ç'est la que tu me la mettras dans la bouche. 30 secondes, plus tard dans un râle Max éjacula très fort, je me retirais et, comme convenu, je lui mis ma bite qui sortait tout droit de *** cul, dans la bouche. Il la dévora et dit plusieurs fois elle sent l'anus elle sent bon elle à bon goût (soit dit en passant tous les goûts ***t dans la nature) à ces mots je me mis à lui éjaculer dans la bouche et comme la première fois j'envoyais une dose jamais soupçonnée auparavant. Max a été surpris ça lui dégoulinait de chaque coté de la bouche mais habilement il récupérait avec ses doigts et avalait. Pendant cela je continuais à lui branler sa petite bite, j'avais du sperme plein la main mais ça ne me gênait pas au contraire j'appréciais. Puis je me retournais m'allongeais sur Max qui continuait à me sucer et je parvins à lui sucer la bite. Nous étions en position 69 je jouissais encore un peu, suffisamment pour bouffer tout le sperme de Max qui avait coulé partout. J'en profitais aussi pour lui aspirer la bite même si elle était minuscule je trouvais ça bon elle faisait élastique. J'avais réussi à me mettre du sperme sur le visage et je trouvais ça bandant, je m'en barbouillais un peu partout. Revenue sur terre Max me dit avoir une surprise je ne comprenais pas trop il me dit de m'approcher de lui, plus prêt, il ouvrit la bouche il avait gardé du sperme et en me présentant sa langue je compris que je devais la lui sucer. Nous nous sommes bouffé la langue, encore une première pour moi je n'avais jamais sucé la langue d'un mec. Mais ce soir tout était bon. Le Sauterne était terminé, il m'avait un peu fait tourner la tête mais juste ce qu'il faut pour mettre les préjugés de coté. Un coup d'œil au frigo il y avait un restant de premier cru qui traînait ... ça fera l'affaire.
Le sexe c'est bien connu ça donne faim... casse croûte... vin blanc... un petit café pour finir, un replay sur le porno dans un secteur que nous n'avions pas vu et je crois que ça va repartir ... comment ? Je ne sais, pas on verra bien. En gros ça faisait une pose d'une demi-heure.
Et vous savez quoi ? Ma bite n'a jamais fondu au maximum pendant cette demi-heure de pose Max me le fit remarquer, la sienne était minuscule. Elle était à mi-chemin de la bandai*** et de la position éteinte complètement. Je ne l'ai pas précisé mais Max a des mains de bûcheron et d'un seul coup avec une énorme paluche il se met à me caresser la bite. Moins de 30 secondes et Max retrouve ma bite du départ dure et bien droite. Il me suce un peu joue avec mes couilles et cherche à me mettre un doigt. Obligé de lui dire de beurré et là le doigt rentre avec aisance. Mais ça je le savais parce que beaucoup de meufs me l'avaient mis. Max fit comme moi un doigt puis deux et après il essaie de me sodomiser. Faut croire que j'ai un petit trou puisque après tous les efforts de Max pas moyen de rentrer sa bite et pourtant j'ai bien envie d'essayer cette première. Changement de technique Max s'allonge sur le canapé, je me beurre un Max (sans jeux de mots) l'anus et m'assoie sur lui, face à lui. C'est vrai que ça coince et ça fait mal. Je n'ai pas la technique lui non plus. Au bout de 5 minutes, j'arrive à la faire entrer de la manière suivante : je la positionne, je ***** un peux, j'écarte mes fesses avec mes mains elle avance de quelques millimètres, je recommence, je gagne quelques millimètres à chaque fois et au bout de 5 ou 6 fois ça fait comme un « cloc » ... le gland de Max et entré dans mon anus. La tige étant plus fine et bien beurrée, le tout entre sans difficulté. Dans un premier temps c'est moi qui fait le boulot je ne sais pas jusqu'ou on peut enfoncer la bite, en fait ça entre à fond et ça ne fait que du bien. Ma bite est un peu dure mais Max s'en occupe ses grosses paluches me font du bien. Au départ c'est le même plaisir que de se faire branler puis au bout d'une minute je me suis mis à hurler mais vraiment hurler quand la bite de Max était à fond ... un plaisir jamais rencontré, à chaque coup, plus de plaisir, plaisir tellement intense que j'ai demandé à Max d'arrêter la branlette les deux réunis étaient intenables.
Je devais ralentir la cadence et faire ralentir le coup de rein à Max... trop c'est trop. De plus mon anus était bien dilaté puisque qu'une fois la bite est sortie et elle est re rentrer sans aucun problème. Max me dit ne pas avoir l'impression de me sodomiser qu'il préférerait me prendre en levrette. C'est ce que nous fîmes en fait j'étais le cul en arrière les mains appuyées sur la table basse Max m'encula cette fois du premier coup comme dans du beurre il me prit par les hanches et me donna de violents coups de semence... une vraie brute mais quelque part j'aimais ça, puisque je lui suggérais de me défoncer le cul de m'enculer à sec je lui disais d'être le maître et je serai *** esclave et un tas d'autres mots qui accéléraient le plaisir. Lui me disait : je te défonce sale pute, tu auras mal au cul pendant 8 jours, tiens prends ça salope ... tous ces mots me faisaient jouir encore plus, par moment, je hurlais, je n'arrivais plus à reprendre mon souffle pire qu'un 5000 mètres à fond... trop bon. Jamais eu autant de plaisir avec une femme puis Max a dit : je vais t'inonder les boyaux de mon sperme puis il s'est mis à hurler en accélérant ses coups de bite. J'imaginais que j'avais une bite énorme dans le cul et je jouissais comme pas possible. De savoir que *** sperme envahissait mon ventre j'ai eu l'impression d'être une femme et j'ai adoré ça. En déchargeant Max m'a pris la bite qui avait diminué de volume, me la branla 5 ou 6 fois et pour la troisième fois mon sperme coula à flot.
Sur cette sodomie, j'ai jouis comme une femme. Je veux dire que jouir par le cul, je venais de le découvrir, c'est une jouissance qui dure aussi longtemps que le mec te sodomise, comme la jouissance d'une femme vaginale. L'impression que ma bite ne servait plus à rien elle était ce qu'est le clito d'une femme vaginale, juste un truc pour donner une jouissance supplémentaire et pour arriver à la finale au moment de l'éjaculation. De plus j'ai constaté que le fait d'avoir une bite dans le cul, la jouissance peut durer très longtemps alors qu'en pénétrant une femme c'est simplement du bien être tout le temps que l'on « lime » suivi d'une jouissance de 20 secondes maximum. . En fait, l'homme a un vagin, c'est *** cul, se faisant sodomiser, il jouit aussi longtemps qu'il le désire. L'homme est vaginal. Sa bite devient un clito, ce clito ne jouit qu'un instant, l'instant d'une éjaculation.
A ceux qui veulent avoir cette aventure n'hésiter pas, c'est le sexe à la puissance 10. Max depuis ce jour drague des mecs, mais il aime toujours les femmes et ne drague que des canons. Faut dire qu'il est super beau gosse.
Au retour de ma femme elle s'est rendu compte que coté sexe ce n'était plus comme avant elle me trouve moins vigoureux ... la fatigue lui dis-je...
Avec Max nous avons déjà décidé de la rejouer à pâques. Ma femme a prévu 10 jours de vacances en Espagne.
Cette soirée avec Max s'est terminée endormis tous les deux sur le canapé, mais le lendemain midi en nous réveillant et après le café, on s'est refait un 69 synchronisé, super, on a jouit en même temps et tous les deux on a tout avalé..... Petit-déjeuner super et pas cher.
En conclusion je dirais que de cette aventure je me sens plus fort. Si je n'avais pas eu cette aventure, je serai passé à coté une autre forme de plaisir alors que je croyais tout savoir sur le sexe.
L'occasion a fait le larron je ne regrette rien et je comprends mieux les homos. Mon rêve le plus fou après cette aventure serait de rencontrer une femme transsexuelle, ce serait mieux que Max. Elle aurait en plus d'une bite: des formes féminines, des seins, des hanches, un cul féminin, des jambes à faire rêver, sûrement un visage de poupée mais aussi une odeur féminine.
Cette histoire est vraie, ce n'est ni un délire ni un fantasme, c'est pourquoi je la raconte en me disant qu'elle pourrait en inspirer quelques uns . J'ai juste un peu censuré quelques détails trop intimes et trop chauds ... Quelques trucs de oufs.

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Terri and Danielle


Terri and Danielle had been rivals all of their lives.

Growing up together, they had never really seen eye to eye. Throughout
grade school, they had been the two brightest students in their classes,
and had fiercely competed to outdo each other. Later on, in high school,
this type of competition had continued on a more social level. Terri
stealing away Danielle's boyfriend. Danielle finding revenge by beating
Terri out for the head varsity cheerleader position, and stealing her
boyfriend back from Terri. The stakes shifting significantly toward Terri
for good, as she graduated first in her high school class, with Danielle
second. Then on to college where Terri maintained a slightly higher grade
point average. Battling over men like in high school, with Terri seemingly
having the edge, probably because of her bigger tits.

Over the years it had gotten nastier and nastier. Now, the ladies were
rivals in business, working for competing firms. Terri had welcomed
Danielle to the business world by stealing her first client out from under
her. She'd then had a flower arrangement sent to Danielle with a giant
green ribbon attached reading "2nd Place". Another time, when Danielle
again came in second, Terri sent her a card which said "I thought us
*blondes* were supposed to be the dumb ones?"

And Terri had also put another notch in her belt by marrying Steven, a man
whom Danielle had lusted after for several years. From her honeymoon in
Hawaii, Terri had mailed Danielle a letter. In the envelope she had put a
Hawaii postcard, on which she had written "wish you were here....NOT!" as
well as including a used condom from their wedding night festivities.

One day, while closing yet another deal (this one miraculously NOT snatched
away from Danielle), the phone in Terri's office rang.

It was Danielle. "I have to meet with you. Urgent."

"Why?" Terri was suspicious.

"It's something of extreme importance to both of us." Danielle told Terri
where to meet her, and hung up.

The two businesswomen met in the city park. They had both dressed to outdo
the other person, and it was a close contest. Danielle, aside from her much
smaller chest, was for the most part a brunette version of Terri. It was a
shame that the two of them hated each other so, as they could have been
twin sisters; both were 5'4", slender and could be considered bombshells.
Terri, of course, had dressed in a business suit which showed off her
superior bust. Nevertheless, each woman was getting her share of
appreciative glances from the passers-by in the park.

"You wanted to meet with me....what do you want?" Terri asked her rival
guardedly.

"Relax. There's no reason we shouldn't be able to get along...." Danielle
began reasonably. "Just because we're competitors, doesn't mean we can't be
friends! Let's talk over lunch. It's on me."

"Are you sure you can afford it, second-place?" The blonde openly reverted
to her pet name for the other woman. "I heard you lost the Jefferson deal
last week." Score one more, Terri complimented herself mentally. Of course
it had been Terri who had taken the deal away from Danielle, like always.

"I can afford it, thanks," was all Danielle responded, sidestepping the
barb. "I'm working on something currently which I think is going to be a
real success for me."

"Oh?" The bitch never learns. Maybe having lunch wouldn't be such a bad
idea after all, Terri thought. I'm always game when it comes to taking
candy from a baby....

So Terri agreed to lunch. Danielle led the way through the city.

Turning into an alley, Danielle made small talk. "So, how's Steven?"

"He's very satisfied," the blonde gloated. "How's....whoever you're seeing
this week? Or are you even seeing anyone?"

"I'm not seeing anyone right now," Danielle sidestepped again.

Abruptly, two men jumped out from behind a dumpster, each of them grabbing
one of the ladies. Before either of them could scream for help, they were
both herded into an abandoned warehouse. Roughly, they were led down a
flight of steps into a basement, where offices and a small cafeteria were
found. It was the latter that Terri and Danielle were escorted to.

"What do you want?" Danielle demanded.

"We're all going to have a little fun. If you don't make trouble you won't
be hurt," one of the men answered.

"If you let us go right now, we promise we won't call the police," Danielle
responded.

"We're just on our way to lunch--" Terri explained.

The second man spoke. "Take off your tops. We want to see titties." As the
girls hesitated, he said again, "Take them off now, or we'll rip them off
you."

Danielle quickly began unbuttoning her blouse. Terri followed suit with a
sinking feeling. Once the men saw her much bigger tits, they would almost
certainly be interested in her. They'd probably both spend the whole time
****** her, and leave Danielle untouched. The lucky bitch....she'd get to
watch her arch-rival get gang ****d. Danielle would probably enjoy it.

Both now had their blouses off and were standing there in just their bras.
"Those come off too," they were prompted. Looking at one another, the girls
took off their brassieres. Danielle's 34B tits were smaller than Terri's D
cups, but they were just as firm and her nipples were the same,
silver-dollar size.

Each of the men took turns licking and sucking both sets of tits. Then,
"Let's get this show on the road...." Closing her eyes, Terri anticipated
the grimy hands grabbing her so that her **** could begin. It never came.
Instead, one of the guys grabbed Danielle and set her up on the lunchroom
table. She was "helped" out of her skirt and panties, then ordered to get
on her hands and knees wearing just her heels. Both men quickly undressed
as well, then hoodlum #1 climbed up on the table and mounted Danielle. The
little bitch was even wet, Terri noted disgustingly.

Terri was certain that hoodlum #2 was going to follow suit with her. It
could be worse, she reflected. #2 WAS better looking than #1. I STILL get
the better guys, Terri thought to herself.

But #2 also got on the table with Danielle, kneeling in front of her and
guiding his cock into her mouth. She took him in eagerly, sucking him for
all he was worth. That's it, you dumb bitch, Terri thought. Make them both
cum, then they won't even care about ****** me.

As Terri watched Danielle's ****, however, jealousy began to eat at her.
The two men had ignored her completely, and seemed perfectly content with
the service Danielle was giving! She didn't understand it. She was
better-looking, as well as being better in the sack, than her rival. Wasn't
she?

With a groan, #2 emptied his load into Danielle's mouth. #1 soon grunted
and followed suit in her cunt. By now, Terri was definitely getting
aroused, watching her rival make a complete whore of herself.

But the men weren't done. "Get us hard again," #2 demanded, as both men
presented their cum-covered pricks to Danielle for oral service. She did
not disappoint, taking both cocks in her hands, stroking, licking and
sucking on them both until they were ready for another round.

Terri knew that it was her turn. She began to remove her skirt, hoping to
get this over with as quickly as possible. Or, so she tried to tell
herself. Truth be told, she was very turned on by watching her arch-rival
Danielle being ****d by two men (even though her own **** was imminent.)

But again the men ignored Terri. Instead, they switched places on the
table, this time #2 easing into Danielle's pussy, and #1 receiving her oral
pleasures. "Hurry up bitch, we have to get back to work...." #1 grunted
impatiently while fucking the brunette's mouth.

Terri was shocked....and VERY jealous. Why were these men IGNORING her and
paying attention to Danielle? Didn't they realize that Danielle was
second-best compared to her? Did they think the brunette was BETTER
LOOKING?

Taking #1's cock out of her mouth for a moment, Danielle looked over at
Terri.

"Looks like I finally found something I can beat you at!" she joked.

The slut. Terri was fuming. Before she knew it, she was out of her skirt
and panties and was next to the table. "Move over," she demanded of
Danielle. To the men, "Let me show you a real woman!"

But the men went right on fucking Danielle. "We don't need you, your friend
is enough for us." one explained.

"We like thinner women," the other breathed.

THINNER WOMEN??? This was the last straw for Terri, who worked out four
times a week, dieted, and did anything necessary to keep one step ahead of
Danielle. "Out of the way!" she demanded of the other woman again. The man
fucking Danielle's cunt pushed Terri away dismissively--hard enough that
the blonde ended up on the floor.

Wounded, Terri explained, "I want to fuck both of you!"

"Will you beg?" she was asked.

"Please, I want to fuck both of you! I want to fuck and suck those hard
cocks. Please....let me show you how a real woman can satisfy you.
Please...."

The men pulled out of Danielle's mouth and cunt. Terri pushed her out of
the way. "Get out of my way, second-place, and watch a pro at work," she
taunted. Ashamedly, Danielle sat down as Terri lay on her back on the
table. "Put that cock in me now!" #2 teased her, not fully entering her.
"PLEASE FUCK ME!!! I need it so bad!!! Put that hard cock in my cunt!!!!"
The man obliged her, ramming into her up to the hilt. Terri yelped in
pleasure. Eagerly humping back at her "******", she grabbed the other man's
prick and led him to her mouth. Fixing her satisfied gaze on Danielle, she
proclaimed, "Watch this, second-place. Watch how a real pro sucks cock."
And with that, Terri proceeded to give the best head of her life to the
stranger, determined to show her rival up.

Terri was in her element. Forgetting that this was supposed to be a ****,
to satisfy the perverse pleasures of some street slime. Forgetting that she
was one of the city's most successful businesswomen. Forgetting, entirely,
that she was happily married. The only thing in Terri's mind was the
satisfying thought that she had shown up Danielle, yet again. These men,
who had hoped to sexually assault and humiliate her, were nothing more than
tools she could use to achieve that end. Looking over at Danielle's hurt
expression, the blonde smirked to herself that the picture was indeed worth
a thousand words.

The blonde beauty turned in a performance worthy of Amber Lynn, as Danielle
watched. Occasionally she would pop the hard cock out of her mouth long
enough to make a slutty comment like, "I love being gang fucked....makes me
feel like a real woman..." Within no time, she had the man in her mouth
ready to cum. Pulling his cock from her mouth, she began jacking him off.
"I want you to cum all over my face now please...." she cooed to her
***********. He was happy to oblige, letting loose with a tremendous load
of jism, all over her face and hair. The ****** in her cunt pulled out and
knelt over Terri's face, stroking himself. "Let me help you with that," the
blonde begged, taking matters into her own hands. In no time he began
spurting his cream, leaving Terri's face absolutely soaked. She lay back on
the table, catching her breath as the men dressed.

Eventually Terri looked over at Danielle, expecting to see the bitch
hanging her head in shame at being bested again. Instead, she saw Danielle
kissing one of the men, saying "Thank you" to him and giving him $50! But
her ***** ran cold when she saw the other man, packing up a video camera in
the corner of the room! They had caught the whole episode on tape!

She sat up. "What's going on?" she demanded to the room in particular.

"You just cheated on your husband, ma'am," the man with the camera
answered.

"You should be ashamed of yourself," the other man added.

Both men then left before Terri could object.

"Danielle....what...."

"Get dressed, first-place," Danielle requested sweetly. "We'll talk over
lunch."

"Danielle...." Terri fumbled for words while reaching for her clothes.

Danielle's high heel stepped on Terri's bra before she could grab it. "Call
me 'ma'am'. And you'll be going without bra and panties from now on...."

"Danielle! What the hell....." Terri demanded nervously.

"I wonder what those men are going to do with that tape? Or who might see
it?" the brunette wondered aloud. "Let's do lunch, we'll talk about it."

Thirty minutes later, the ladies sat in a corner booth at a cozy, dimly lit
restaurant.

The whole thing had, of course, been a setup. Danielle had known that Terri
could not resist an opportunity to best her enemy, and had used this to her
advantage. And, having videotaped the whole affair, Danielle now had her
blonde counterpart right where she wanted her.

Danielle had taken time to fix her hair and her makeup after the "attack".
Terri, however, was somewhat disheveled, cum still drying in her hair and
on her face, Danielle having refused to allow her to freshen up. The blonde
felt humiliated.

"I'm worried about those men, and that tape," Danielle confided as she
mused over the menu as if nothing was amiss. "I mean, if you cut out the
first half of it, you'd have a tape of you, a married woman, begging to be
fucked by two strangers! I don't know about you, but I'm worried. What if
that fell into the wrong hands....your husband....your boss...."

"What do you want," Terri demanded.

"I want to eat! I'm starved!" Danielle answered lightly.

"Danielle...."

"Ma'am," Danielle corrected.

"Dammit, Danielle, what are you...."

Leaning close to Terri and lowering her voice to a harsh whisper, Danielle
threatened, "Bitch, all I have to do is make a phone call, and a copy of
your little erotic video gets delivered to Steven." Leaning back, she
continued in her usual carefree voice, "You were saying?"

Terri cursed softly. "This is blackmail."

In a cheerful voice, Danielle asked, "You want to do WHAT with a black
male???" Loud enough that other people in the restaurant looked over to see
the blonde blushing.

A waiter came to their table, but Danielle dismissed him with a "We're not
ready yet. Another five minutes to decide."

"What do you want?" Terri repeated.

Danielle pondered. "Right now? Let's start with you getting under this
table and eating me. Serving me with your tongue."

Terri was shocked. "I will NOT!!"

"I didn't think you would. Excuse me, I have to make a phone call!"
Danielle took her cellular phone out of her purse and began dialing.
"So....do you have any idea where you're going to stay when Steven throws
you out?" she made idle conversation while the connection was made.

"Wait--" Terri ******. What choice did she have? Without another word, she
slipped under the table.

"That's my girl," Danielle complimented her, putting the cellphone away and
spreading her legs.

Terri, humiliated, ****** back tears as she gingerly began licking
Danielle's thighs. She had never been with another woman. On occasion she
had wondered about it, but had never dreamed that she would end up being
****** to go down on her most bitter enemy. How could she have been so
careless and stupid?

She was interrupted in her musings by Danielle's hand grabbing the back of
her head, and shoving her face into the brunette's cum-soaked pussy. Still
she hesitated.

"Go on, lick it," came Danielle's whisper from above. "Don't worry...I'll
order for you."

Terri still hesitated, until she heard her tormentor begin punching numbers
on her cellphone again. Then, gingerly, she began licking.
Terri had never been with a woman. Danielle, however, had been with
several; partially because most of her major relationships with men had
been doused by her rival Terri. Out of all of her intimate affairs with
other women, however, Danielle suspected that this one would be the best.
She would delight at training the blonde amateur showing her exactly where
to put her wonderful tongue.

The waiter returned. "Did your friend leave?"

"Oh, no," Danielle told him lightly. "She's under the table giving me oral
sex." Terri's cheeks burned with ***********, until the waiter laughed at
his customer's obvious, though slightly raunchy, joke. "I'll be ordering
for her," Danielle added, proceeding to order for the both of them.
Occasionally a light gasp escaped her lips as she ordered.

The waiter finished taking the order and walked away. Had he looked down,
he would have noticed a pair of black heels sticking out from under the
table linen.

In the twenty minutes it took for their food to be prepared, Terri's tongue
serviced Danielle relentlessly. She was definitely a fast learner, giving
the brunette three orgasms. During one of them, the waiter gave her a
quizzical look as he passed by. She only smiled and winked at him.

Seeing the waiter approaching the table with their lunch, Danielle had
another great idea. "OK that's enough....get up here...NOW!" she hissed at
her ********* cunt-licker.

Danielle had timed it perfectly: the waiter got to the table just in time
to see Terri, her face soaked with the other woman's juices, crawling out
from under the table. Terri nearly burst into tears; the waiter nearly
dropped his tray. Danielle leaned over and kissed the blonde, pinching her
thigh hard until Terri returned the kiss.

Danielle had ordered a salad for herself; for Terri, she had ordered a
feast of lasagna and pasta salad. It would be great to see Terri add a few
pounds, the brunette had thought wickedly.

Terri only stared at the food. "Dani--ma'am....I can't eat this. I'm on a
diet!"

"OK," Danielle said reasonably. "Our nice waiter and his friends went to
all that trouble to prepare this nice lunch for you. But I'll just tell
them you don't want it. I'm sure their feelings will be hurt....but maybe
you can make it up to them in other ways. Maybe they can take you in back
and gang fuck you. Waiter!!!" She waved her hand.

Wordlessly, Terri began eating, not stopping until she had finished
everything.

"You're not done yet!" Danielle protested. When the blonde looked at her
quizzically, she explained, "Lick your plate clean. Like a dog."

All Danielle had to do was reach for her purse, and her cell phone, and her
rival picked up her plate and held it up to her mouth.
Danielle, however, took the plate and set it back down on the table. "A dog
brings its mouth to its food, not the other way around."

Totally humiliated now, Terri bent her head over her plate and licked it
clean. Danielle got aroused watching the blonde's tongue at work, and
naturally by the time the waiter came over to ask if there would be
anything else, Terri was again under the table providing her oral services.

"I'd like....oh....ice cream....ummmm...." Danielle breathed heavily to the
waiter.

Hesitating, the waiter inquired, "And....your friend?"

"Oh no, she's already having her dessert." There was a definite bulge in
the waiter's pants by now.

While waiting for her ice cream, Danielle took out the cell phone and
called the man who had helped her videotape Terri's little escapade. Under
the table, Terri thought she was being punished for not doing a good enough
job, and quickened her pace, emphatically tongue fucking Danielle's cunt
for all it was worth. In actuality, Danielle just wanted to make sure that
the copies of the tape were ready, if needed.

And they were. The man ("hoodlum #2") had carefully edited the
nonconsentual **** out of the video, up to the point where Terri begged the
men to let her show them a real woman and begged to be fucked. Anyone
watching the tape would see not a woman who was accosted in an alleyway and
dragged into a warehouse, but a woman who had willingly been unfaithful to
her husband with not one, but two men, and couldn't get enough of them.
Danielle excitedly recounted all of this to her counterpart below the
table.

Dessert came, and the young businesswoman sampled a few bites. "This is too
fattening for me," she proclaimed, hiking up her skirt and then, grabbing
the entire scoop of ice cream, spreading it all over her cunt. "Lick it up,
whore," she taunted her new servant. "I've got an important meeting in an
hour, and the last thing I want is ice cream dripping down my thighs."
Terri obliged, dutifully cleaning the other womans cunt, thighs and ass.

Terri wondered if it was possible to be more humiliated. She found out it
was, when Danielle offered her "friend's" oral services to the waiter as a
tip.

When Terri came out of the men's restroom, the waiter's cum added to all
the Italian food in her belly, Danielle had instructions for her. "Go back
to work, get these files," Danielle gave her a sheet of paper with a list
of files, all related to a HUGE account of Terri's company, "and be in my
office at 3pm."

"I can't just...." Terri protested.

Danielle silenced her with an icy glance. "You can. And you will. My
office, 3pm. And bring that tongue with you," she added as she left.

Terri wasted no time in getting out of the restaurant and away from the
eyes which had all seen her portrayed as a common slut. She reflected on
how humiliating and degrading her lunch meeting with Danielle had been. But
it was only the tip of the iceberg, compared to what was in store for the
hapless blonde.

Terri waited impatiently in Danielle's office. It was now 3:10.

As ordered by Danielle, she had gone back to work after the humiliating
lunch suffering at the hands of her arch-rival. She had gone to the records
center and signed out the files Danielle had requested, photocopied them,
then returned them. Then she had left work early and headed off to her
meeting with Danielle.

As she had walked, she had pondered her situation. She had gotten herself
into hot water this time, and her worst enemy now had a video tape of her,
a happily married woman, willingly and wantonly fucking two strange men.
Now, to compound the problem even worse, she had committed corporate
espionage and was providing confidential client information to her
company's greatest rival. Not to mention Terri's personal rivalry with
Danielle.

Terri had mused about how far Danielle was going to take this. It seemed
that she had carefully and elaborately planned a lot of it. Terri hadn't
helped matters by eating right out of Danielle's hands and falling for it.

Perhaps, the blonde hoped, Danielle just wanted to see her squirm for
awhile, after which she would stop.

Now, Terri waited, hoping that this whole escapade had been for the purpose
of getting the files which she held in a folder on her lap. Though she was
certain that her rival would at least make her sweat it out for awhile.
Looking over Danielle's office, Terri noticed, hanging inconspicuously on
the wall with the woman's degrees and certifications, was the "2nd Place"
ribbon which Terri had sent to Danielle to taunt her. She was beginning to
regret a lot of the nasty things she had done over the years.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Danielle's entry.

"Hello, Terri, glad you could make it! Do you have what I asked for?"
Silently, the blonde held up the manila folder. "Great! I'll take those.
Any trouble getting those?"

"No," Terri whispered, offering the folder.

"Terrific. I knew I could count on you."

"Danielle....er...ma'am? I just wanted to say that I, well I know I haven't
been very nice to you sometimes, and well, I have done some things that
weren't very nice and weren't very professional, and I just wanted to say
that I'm sorry," Terri stammered.

"That's great, hon!" the brunette told her dismissively while taking a
cursory look thru the paperwork she had just gotten.

Breaking down into tears, Terri pleaded. "Please, Danielle....ma'am.....I'm
really sorry for what I've done. I love my husband and that tape could ruin
my marriage, please, you wouldn't want to do anything that could ruin my
marriage, would you? I'm sorry for the things I did to you. I'll do
anything to make it up. Really." The young businesswoman was in tears.

Her rival, however, barely seemed to have heard her, interested more in the
paperwork in front of her. "This is great information here, Terri. I really
appreciate this! Especially considering the laws you broke just to give me
this information....." she trailed off, letting her point drive itself
home.

"What.....what's going to happen to me?" Terri pleaded, sobbing openly now.

With that, Danielle put the file down and gave Terri her full attention.
"Ah. What's going to happen to sweet little Terri. It's not complicated at
all, really. I'll tell you to do things. You'll do them. And I'll do my
part, to not let anyone know about your....um...indiscretions."

"H....how long?" Terri whispered, horrified.

"For as long as I want it to go on. I have no idea how long that might be.
How long have you been tormenting ME? Twenty years or so?" Danielle was
enjoying Terri's fear, feeding off of it. "Today at lunch, you serviced me
very well. But I realize you didn't get anything out of it. Now, I'm going
to give you the chance to do so. Take off all your clothes."

"No thank you, ma'am....I don't need...."

"That wasn't a request. Take off your clothes, NOW." To punctuate, Danielle
reached for the telephone. "Should I call your company's legal department,
or your husband? Or just the police? Tough call." She smiled as Terri shed
her blazer, blouse and skirt. As she reached for her pumps, Danielle told
her that those could remain on.

Terri was offered a seat. "Don't cover yourself, honey," she was chided as
she put an arm over her tits and a hand over her pussy. "I'm sure you want
EVERYONE to see that 'superior body'! I, for one, am VERY jealous! Don't
cross your legs. Spread them."

Producing a rectangular box from her desk, Danielle opened it and showed
its contents to the naked blonde. "Recognize this, dear?" she asked
sweetly.

Terri did. When she had won the affections of one Bobby Marshall in
college, whom Danielle was also in love with, Terri had mailed the package
to the other woman. In the box was a rather large dildo, and it had been
sent with the note, "I got Bobby, but this is roughly the same size. Enjoy,
sweetums!!!"

"I did enjoy this--several times," Danielle reminisced. "I'd take it out on
lonely nights...you know, after you'd stolen a boyfriend, or a job, from
me. I'd work this little guy in and out of my cunt, fantasizing about the
day when I would take this and stick it up your ass," she finished quietly.

"Danielle....PLEASE!! I'm sorry I did that! That was a long time ago!
PLEASE, I'm not like that anymore..."

Danielle laughed. "Hon, what are you talking about? You were like that this
morning! Remember? How did you say it, 'move over, second-place, and see a
real woman in action?' Or, 'Get out of my way, second-place, and watch a
pro at work'? So have you suddenly been 'born again' since this morning???"
Thoughtfully she turned the dildo over and over in her hands. "I may indeed
stick this in your ass. But for now, I'll just have you have some good
clean fun. Get up on my desk."

Terri obediently climbed on the desk.

"Lie down, on your back. Facing the window. Now spread your legs." The
blonde complied. She was quite a sight to behold, and Danielle, an active
bisexual, appreciated it very much. Offering the dildo to Terri, she
ordered, "Fuck yourself with it. Slide it in. I can see you're already
wet." And it was true. Despite the utter *********** the blonde
businesswoman felt, she was also quite aroused by her situation, and the
dildo easily slid in.

Danielle would have loved to have stood in front of Terri and watched.
Hell, she would have loved to have joined in. But she had work to do.
Leaving Terri to her own devices, she grabbed the manila folder and took a
seat on the other side of her desk, and began poring over the paperwork.

Terri worked the dildo in and out of her cunt, taking care to cause it to
make a lot of obscene slurping sounds. If she was going to be ****** to
humiliate herself like this, she might as well make it difficult for the
bitch to concentrate on her work. Occasionally Danielle would look up from
her work and order her, "Faster." Terri switched hands several times, and
her hands began tiring quickly.

"How long....." Terri ventured to ask once.

Sharply, Danielle retorted, "Until I tell you to stop, bitch! Or WOULD you
like that in your ass instead?"

"No, ma'am," the blonde mumbled, redoubling her efforts with the dildo. She
WAS very aroused. Her nipples were rock hard, and she began using her free
hand to play with them. The other woman made no move to stop her.

Looking out the window at one point, Terri saw--FEET??? Then she realized
that she was seeing the window-washer's platform, and that they were doing
the windows on the floor above them.

Terri's ***** ran cold as she came to the realization that the
window-washers would be moving down to THIS floor next, and that they would
have a clear, unobstructed view of her masturbation through the window.

"Danielle....I mean, ma'am...." Terri pleaded. To her credit, her pace with
the dildo never faltered.

"Yes, hon?" Danielle responded, buried in paperwork.

"Outside the window...the window-washers...."

"So? They're there every week. Don't the windows get washed in your
building?"

"Please...they're STRANGERS...they'll see...." Terri protested.

"Do you mind? I'm trying to read here," Danielle chided.

Just then, the window-washers moved down to the floor which Danielle's
office was on. As Terri had feared, the three men saw her right away. The
blonde had no choice but to keep fucking herself with the plastic cock.
Needless to say, no other windows would be getting cleaned that day.

Looking up from her work, Danielle instructed Terri, "Get on your hands and
knees. Fuck yourself doggy-style with that cock. No, facing them. I want
them to see your expression while you screw yourself." Terri did as she was
told. "Faster and harder. I want them to see you cum." There were distinct
bulges in the trousers of the workers as they watched. "Cum for them,
Terri."

Terri's body betrayed her as she humped back against the dildo in this
obscene ********. She was, in fact, very close to cumming. Doggy style was
her favorite way to get fucked, though she would never admit this to
anyone, least of all her arch-rival.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Terri cried out as waves of pleasure
wracked her body. Her pussy was pulsating around the pistoning dildo as she
fervently worked it in and out. The sensations were so intense that she
dropped the dildo, quickly getting her fingers back in just to have
something, anything, filling her horny, wet cunt. She brought herself off a
second time with her fingers, then a third.

"You may stop now," Danielle announced. Terri actually had to be told
twice. As she came down from her pleasure high, she was again reminded of
her situation when she looked up and saw the three window-washers staring
lewdly in at her. The total *********** swept over and engulfed her again.

"Thank them," Danielle ordered her without looking up.

"What?"

"Thank those men for being such a terrific audience, hon."

Looking at the men outside the window, Terri whispered the words "Thank
you."

Exasperated, Danielle looked up. "For gods sake, you stupid bimbo, THANK
THEM. Go over to them. Kiss the glass."

So, clad only in heels, Terri hesitantly made her way over to the glass,
planting a soft kiss on it. "Use your tongue....lick the glass," Danielle
instructed. Terri did. The men took turns "frenching" her back thru the
glass.

"Press those 'superior tits' against the glass for them," she was ordered
next. So she mashed her 36D breasts against the window. It was somewhat
cold, and her nipples hardened again almost immediately.

"Go back to the desk. Sit on the edge of the desk, and let them watch you
lick your hard nipples," the brunette directed. "Spread your legs. Let them
see your pretty cunt." Blushing with shame, Terri did as she was
instructed. Still, part of her found the exhibitionism a bit exciting, and
she was ashamed to realize that she was wet, and was hoping that she would
next be told to play with her pussy again.

No such luck. "Come here, Terri," Danielle requested softly, writing
something down on a legal pad. Handing the pad to Terri, "Go show this to
those nice men."

Reading Danielle's scribblings to herself: "Encore Performance tonight? 8
p.m. Regent Hotel, Room 1283!" Terri recoiled in shock.

"Ma'am....I can't!!! Steven will expect me home....he'll get
suspicious....."

"That's not my problem. You're going to be at this hotel if I have to drag
you there. And either you can have some fun with those three men....or I'll
invite a few of my 'lady friends' up, and some of them would love to take
turns shoving that dildo up your ass, believe me. What is it going to be?"

Beet-red, Terri walked over to the window and held up the note for the men.
All three of them eagerly acknowledged that, yes, they would be there to
get serviced by the blonde beauty. Finally, Danielle got up and put an end
to this round of Terri's ***********, by drawing the window blinds.

"Now....back to business. Sit down," Danielle indicated a chair in front of
her desk, herself sitting in her own chair behind the desk. "Oh, hon, some
of your juices got on my desk there. You wanna lick that up for me,
please?" Terri got right to it, hoping that would be all she would have to
lick today.

Just then someone knocked at Danielle's door. "Come in," she announced. A
woman, probably around the same age as Danielle or Terri, came in.

"I'm going to be taking off a little early tonight, to pick up my kids,"
the newcomer said.

"That's fine, Jeanie. Have a good night," Danielle responded. The woman
left, seemingly having thought nothing was odd about a beautiful blonde
woman, totally naked, licking her boss' desk.

"That's good enough," Danielle assured the other businesswoman. "Now, I
just need you to sign this." She passed a paper to Terri.

"What is it?"

"Your resignation from your company, effective immediately." She
brightened. "I've decided to offer you a job here!"

"What kind of 'job'?" the blonde asked suspiciously.

"Oh, what does it matter? You're going to sign it, and you're going to be
working for me. I need a new secretary anyway."

"But....I have years of experience....college...." Terri fumbled.

"That's nice. But you won't be needing them here," Danielle explained. "Now
SIGN IT," she added in a no-nonsense tone.

What choice did Terri have? She signed the resignation.

"Great!" Danielle bubbled. "I'll see that our mailroom gets this over there
right away! And, welcome aboard!" Danielle was ever the enthusiastic new
employer. "You know," she confided, "I think you're gonna be better off
here than there. I hear that company is about to take a turn for the
worse..." Terri's new boss patted the manila file folder and grinned.

Terri was speechless.

"What, don't you have any words of thanks to offer your new boss?" Terri
mumbled a "thank you". "Come on now, is that anyway to thank someone who
hired you, despite your history of adultery and corporate espionage?"
Hiking up her skirt and spreading her legs, Danielle gave her new secretary
her first official task. "Get over here, on your knees! Under the desk,
honey. You'll be spending a lot of time under there!"

Danielle made an honest effort to get some work done. But it was just no
use. No worry, she assured herself as Terri's tongue snaked in and out of
her cunt. Now that she had hired new help, the work would cum easy.

Terri finally made it home at 12:30am, grateful that the day of hell was
finally over. She had just left the hotel a half hour ago.

She had gone to the hotel at 8:00, just as Danielle had told her to. There,
she had found not only the three men from the window-washing crew, but also
the two men who had "****d" Terri and Danielle earlier that day. Her
clothes had come off in five seconds flat, and she had been groped, poked
and prodded by the horny men. They had gang-fucked her in every possible
combination, with the exception of her (thankfully, she sighed) still
virgin asshole. Fortunately, whenever one of the men had expressed interest
in her backdoor delights, she had been able to sell him on using her mouth,
hands, tits or cunt instead. After all, she was a saleslady, and a good one
at that!

Inevitably, the two "hoodlums" had shown up with their video camera, and
the result was more Terri footage: Terri sucking a cock while taking one
doggy-style. Terri on her back, with one prick in her mouth, one in each
hand, one between her 36D breasts, and one sawing in and out of her pussy.
Terri in the middle of a circle, the five men standing around, their cocks
hard, and the blonde clad only in her pumps, walking on her knees from one
to the next. Terri lying on the king size hotel bed, five men kneeling
around her, jacking off and eventually covering the blonde beauty with
their jism from head to toe. Terri in the shower, and the men, one at a
time, filing in to clean up and for one last fuck. Finally, after spending
half an hour in the shower trying to wash away the *********** of being
gangbanged, Terri emerging from the bathroom in one of the hotel robes, to
find that the men have all jacked off into a wine glass for her, a
nightcap. Terri taking the proffered glass, swallowing all five loads of
cum with one gulp, leaving a tiny rivulet of cum running out of the corner
of her mouth and down her cheek.

After the men had left, Terri had retrieved her clothes, only to discover
that all the buttons had been cut from her blouse, meaning that she would
have to hold it together by hand or expose her braless tits. Fortunately,
the lobby of the hotel had been nearly empty.

Returning to her car, Terri had found the windows open. Looking in, she saw
used condoms littering the entire interior of the car. And a note, "Dear
Terri, hope you remember how many times they fucked you, because that's how
many condoms there are in the car. Wouldn't want you to overlook any and
have Steven find them! Love, your new boss, Danielle." In tears, the young
blonde had spent an hour scouring the car for the sperm-filled condoms.
This created great views of her bare ass for passers-by, especially when
she was bending over to look under the seats (most of the condoms had been
hidden here for this reason.) The car also smelled like jizz, and Terri had
to make a stop at a car wash to spray the car down with a lemon air
freshener.

Once safely at home, Terri felt the need to shower yet again, though she
suspected that no amount of soap would ever make her feel clean again. She
sobbed throughout her entire shower, wondering how she had managed to get
herself into this mess. Then, toweling herself off, the exhausted woman
climbed into bed.

Steven, half-awake, murmured "Rough day?"

"The roughest," Terri whispered. Steven was eager to make it better, and he
began rubbing his hand on her thigh. Terri gently took his hand away.

"Too tired, sweets..." she murmured. A lie. Terri knew that she wouldn't be
able to *****. The truth was, she ached all over from the train she had
just been fucked by. Steven thought nothing of it and simply went back to
*****.

The bedside phone rang awhile later, the clock on the night stand said
1:17. It was Danielle.

"Hi there, I just wanted to see how it was going for my newest employee."

"Fine," Terri sighed.

"Hubby a*****?"

"Yes," Terri said thru clenched teeth.

"I'm at your front door right now. Come let me in," came the whisper from
the other end of the line.

Knowing she had no choice, Terri threw on her robe and went downstairs. She
paused with her hand on the deadbolt for the front door. What if her
rival--correction, her BOSS, she reminded herself--had set her up, and
arranged to have more men on the other side of this door, lying in wait to
**** her some more?

Realizing that even if there were an entire gang of men waiting to fuck
her, she would have no choice in the matter anyway, she quietly opened the
door.

Danielle stood there alone, also clad in a robe. She had obviously been
unable to ***** and had dealt with it by coming to torment Terri some more.
"What did you expect--a gang of men come to **** you?" The brunette
laughed. "It can be arranged, you know."

"What do you want?" Terri demanded.

"I want you to come outside," Danielle ordered. "Now, I want you to take
that robe off."

"Danielle....ma'am....what if the neighbors...."

"....see what a whore they're living next door to? I don't care. I don't
live in this neighborhood."

"Ma'am....please! Don't make me do this!"

"OK. I just have something I have to drop off for Steven. A videotape. Then
I'll be on my way." The brunette turned and headed back toward her car.

"Wait....ma'am....." Danielle turned around, noting with satisfaction that
the buxom Terri had shed her robe, letting it fall to the ground.

"Good girl," Terri's new boss murmured approvingly. Parting her robe, she
added, "You know the drill."

Terri did. Trembling at the thought of being seen by one of her neighbors,
she nevertheless got on her knees in the moonlight and began licking
Danielle off. Hopefully if she got the bitch off quickly, she would leave
and not make a scene.

Danielle closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations created by the
********* Terri's tongue. The blonde was becoming a better cunt-licker
every time she went down on her new boss.

"Oh.....YES!!!!!" Danielle gasped. "Put your fingers in me!" Terri obliged,
putting two fingers into the brunette's pussy. "I didn't say to stop
licking....." Obediently, the blonde's tongue continued its assault of
Danielle's clit.

"Tell me...." Danielle moaned, "did Steven fuck you tonight?"

"No..." Terri whispered between licks. "Too sore."

In mock horror, Danielle pushed Terri's face away from her cunt. "WHAT? You
didn't have the DECENCY to SATISFY YOUR OWN HUSBAND?" she asked loudly.
"After you sucked and fucked HOW MANY STRANGE MEN today? Six, wasn't it? Or
was it twenty-six?" Terri looked around nervously. Lights were coming on in
a few of the neighbor's houses.

"Please, Danielle....my neighbors will hear....."

"Well then, fine," the brunette said reasonably, "let's continue this in
your house." And Danielle entered the house, Terri having no choice but to
follow.

Thankfully, Danielle lowered her voice to a whisper once they were in the
house. "Since you wouldn't take care of your husband's needs...I'll just
have to do it for you."

"He won't--" Terri began defiantly.

"He won't know it's me, because my head will be underneath the bedsheets.
Unless you'd just like me to wake him up and invite him down here to watch
a movie? I have a nice steamy adult flick in the car. It's called 'Terri
the Tramp'."

"You wouldn't."

"Try me, bitch," Danielle offered softly. "Now, I'm going to have a little
fun with hubby. He'll probably stay half a***** through it and he'll just
think it's you. You are going to stand in the doorway and watch."

Terri was bawling. "PLEASE," she whispered urgently. "Please don't do
this....please....I'll do anything...I'll ***** with whoever you want me
to....please....Danielle.....ma'am....PLEASE! My marriage means so much to
me, PLEASE don't....."

Danielle only laughed. "At 11 yesterday morning, your marriage meant
nothing compared to a chance to show me up and humiliate me. Now it's your
turn to be humiliated, Terri." Shedding her robe, she padded softly up the
stairs. Terri, powerless to do anything but watch, did just that. She
watched in horror as the cruel brunette's head disappeared under the
bedsheets. Soon, Danielle's outline under the sheets began a steady bobbing
motion, like some obscene white ghost in their bed. The obscenely loud
slurping noises coming from beneath the covers, coupled with Steven's
ever-increasing moans of pleasure, cut thru Terri like a knife.

As tears were flowing freely for Terri, other juices were flowing for
Danielle. Her mouth was well-stuffed with Steven's sizable cock, but other
parts of her needed attention. Reaching down with the hand that wasn't
massaging Steven's balls, she began rubbing her clit slowly.

Steven didn't suspect a thing. "Mmmmmmm changed your mind huh?" he moaned
dreamily, thinking that it was his wife going down on him beneath the
covers.

Danielle muttered an "mmmm hmmmm...", understandably muffled. Behind her
somewhere, she could just make out the sound of Terri sobbing quietly. She
increased the amount of slurping noises accordingly. This was no problem
for Danielle, who had always been a "noisy eater", whether her mouth was
full of cock or cunt.

And now it was time for the coup de grace, Danielle thought to herself
smugly. Taking the bedsheets, she flipped them so that they were now
covering Steven's upper half. Popping his cock out of her mouth with a loud
smacking sound, Danielle then straddled Terri's husband, facing away from
him (and toward Terri, who was silently begging her to stop.) Despite the
blonde's pleas, Danielle slowly impaled herself on Steven's cock.

It was wonderful. The ruined look on Terri's face was priceless. As an
added stab in her breaking heart, Danielle now silently indicated to her
that she was to finger fuck herself.

In shame, Terri did as she was told. Occasionally she would mouth the word
"please" to the woman now enjoying her husband in her bed. Danielle,
however, had no intentions of stopping; in fact, she blew Terri a kiss and
doubled her pace. She was able to get herself off three times before Steven
tensed up and filled her cunt with his hot cum. Terri, heartbroken, hung
her head in shame.

Without further ado, the brunette homewrecker dismounted and left the
bedroom. Pulling Terri behind her, she headed back down the stairs.

The young blonde was hysterical, quietly falling to pieces. Danielle
couldn't help but feel for her a little bit. Gently, she reached out and
hugged the other woman, running her fingers thru Terri's hair trying to
soothe her. She kissed the blonde softly on the lips, then followed with a
more urgent, more passionate kiss. Terri found herself returning the kiss,
her tongue sliding into the mouth that had, just a few minutes ago, been
servicing her husband's cock.

Terri actually felt a wave of relief sweep over her. Maybe she's going to
end this now, she thought hopefully. Maybe this was her revenge for how
mean I was to her, and it's over now.

Their tongues still duelling, Danielle steered both of them over to the
sofa, pulling Terri down on top of her. Without even being told, the
blonde's hands moved to Danielle's small but firm breasts, squeezing them
gently.

Danielle broke the kiss. "You like my tits?"

"Yes," Terri breathed.

"Too bad you had to make fun of them all those times," the other woman
replied, some of the harshness returning to her voice.

"I know, Danielle...I'm...."

"Ma'am...." Danielle corrected.

"Ma'am....I know....I'm sorry I...."

But Danielle interrupted. "Eat my pussy clean. Lick your husband's cum out
of me."

Terri's eyes pleaded. Her mouth opened to do the same, but the other woman
cut her off. "Do it now, or I'll go upstairs and ask him to do it for
me...." Terri needed no further urging. For what seemed like the hundredth
time, she lowered her tongue to Danielle's cunt.

Danielle didn't leave for another hour. During that time, Terri not only
cleaned out Danielle's pussy, she also went upstairs and sucked all of the
other woman's taste off of her *****ing husband's cock, as it was
Danielle's turn to stand in the doorway, excitedly rubbing her clit. Steven
got hard again, and Terri milked the cum from his balls, not swallowing it
but keeping it in her mouth. Then going to Danielle, french kissing her and
at the same time delivering her husband's jism into the brunette's mouth
for her enjoyment.

Finally Danielle did leave, making Terri walk her to her car. The young
blonde was still hoping that this was as far as the other woman would be
taking this game. Her hopes were shattered when Danielle told her, "See you
at 9 in the morning. You have a busy day ahead."

In tears, Terri turned to go back in the house, still nude. Only to
discover that Danielle had locked the door. Panicking for a moment until
she remembered where the spare key was hidden, under a statue at the side
of the porch. Terri unlocked the door, then put the key back in its hiding
place and went inside.

Half a block away, Danielle watched, mentally noting the hiding place of
the key. "Good night, Terri," she whispered. Then, "Good night, Steven...."

3 pm, Friday. Terri, clad in a daring low cut black minidress, waited for
Danielle in her office.

Danielle hadn't been in the office that morning when Terri came in. She
had, however, left her newest employee a list of things to do.

Terri had several new charges on her Mastercard which she had no idea how
she'd explain to her husband.

FREDERICK'S OF HOLLYWOOD. Danielle had instructed Terri to change her
attire. No more business suits; an hour at Frederick's and the young blonde
had gone from professional businesswoman to cheap whore. "Buy some slutty
attire", Danielle's instructions had said, "and if it's not slutty enough,
I'll take you to the store myself to exchange it....on a leash." No need;
the outfits Terri had selected would have put a Hollywood hooker to shame.

THE GREEN DOOR NOVELTY SHOP. An adult book and toy store. Danielle had
given a list of things for her new secretary to buy. Among them were a
stack of lesbian magazines (to offer Terri 'pointers' on serving her new
mistress), and an assortment of dildos, ranging in size. The smallest was
the size of Terri's index finger, the largest was about as big as the toy
she had been made to fuck herself with, while putting on a show for the
window washing crew.

JOSE'S CANTINA BAR AND GRILL. A Mexican restaurant where Terri had gone to
meet....and eat....Danielle for lunch. More ***********, both above and
under the table. While waiting for their lunch, Terri had been made to lay
all her purchases out in front of her on the table and discuss each one.
She'd also been ****** to proposition their waitress, whom it turned out
was not bisexual and not interested, despite the blonde's begs and pleas to
"PLEASE let me eat you!" As she ate Danielle for dessert, Terri had gotten
an agonizing nipple twisting punishment for failing to seduce the young
hispanic cutie.

TARGET. Danielle had instructed Terri to get some jet black hair coloring.
The blonde didn't understand this, as everything else seemed to indicate
that Danielle wanted to turn her into a stereotypical dumb blonde bimbo.

PALOMAR'S EXOTIC JEWELRY. Here, Terri had gotten a nipple piercing. If the
other woman had hoped this would humiliate Terri further, she was in for a
disappointment. Terri had always thought a nipple ring would be erotic. She
had even added a small one to the bill and was now wearing it, even though
Danielle had only demanded a piercing.

All the items Terri had been made to buy were now either being worn by her,
or in shopping bags at her feet. She wondered what would be next.

She didn't have to wonder long. Danielle came in, asking, "How did it go?
Did you get everything?"

"Yes, ma'am," Terri acknowledged, picking up the shopping bags.

"Stand up," her boss ordered. "Nice dress. Very nice. But take it off."

Terri let the black minidress fall to the floor. Not allowed to wear
underwear, she now stood completely naked in front of her boss.

Danielle looked her secretary up and down hungrily. Her glance finally fell
on the nipple ring. "Nice. But definitely not what I had in mind." Going to
her wall of certifications, she retrieved the "2nd Place" ribbon which
Terri had taunted her with so long ago. Removing Terri's nipple ring, she
clipped the ribbon onto the young blonde's 36D tit instead. "Perfect," she
complimented herself as she admired her work.

Terri was then told to sit down and spread her legs. "I'm going to explain
what's going to be expected from you, working for me. While I do that,
you're to play with your cunt." Terri obeyed.

"Rule 1. You will do everything I tell you to do, without fail. Begging and
pleading with me for mercy will usually be allowed, however. In fact it
kind of turns me on when you do," the brunette confided. "Not that it will
get you anywhere."

"Rule 2. You are a slut. You are MY slut. You'll fuck, suck and lick
whoever I tell you to fuck, suck and lick, whenever I tell you to fuck,
suck and lick. As a true slut, you love sex, and you will NEVER refuse to
provide your services to ANYONE who asks for them. I will be testing you
from time to time."

"One exception to rule 2 will be your pretty little virgin ass. You will
make every effort to keep it that way. How you do this is up to you. I have
special plans for your ass." Terri froze with fright. "I didn't tell you to
stop." The blonde resumed her fingering.

"I have special plans for your ass," Danielle repeated, taking out the
dildo which Terri had sent her. Noting Terri's pale expression, she added,
"But you'll be allowed to work up to it. That's what the toys you bought
today are for. You'll start with the small ones, and you'll be allowed to
slowly break yourself in for this. As long as you behave yourself."

"You can do anything you think necessary to keep your ass unfucked, and
save it for me. Of course," she pondered, "if someone just ****** their way
into your ass, what can you do? In that case, you'll be severely punished,
of course." Then she elaborated. "Punishment. I've never been much for
whipping, *******, and that sort of thing. Myself, I'd just prefer to have
you make a complete whore out of yourself in public. I find that
*********** is a good teacher. Of course," she added, "although I'm not
into whipping and *******, I can hardly speak for all the men and women
whom I'm going to be allowing to make use of you." Danielle let the
implications of this sink in with the horrified Terri.

"Rule 3. We'll call this the 'protein rule'. You will give two blowjobs a
day. I don't care who, as long as it's someone who works for this company."

"Rule 4. We're on the 33rd floor of this building, and lots of good people
rely on the elevators to get to their offices. We wouldn't want to get in
their way, so you will not use any elevators. Besides, we both know what
whores like you do in elevators, don't we? There's a stairway at the end of
the hallway which will take you all the way to the lobby or the mailroom."

"If you're caught using an elevator, I'll see to it that you are thrown
into that very elevator and gangraped. Of course," she reflected
thoughtfully, "given rule #2, it wouldn't really be ****, would it?"

"I'm sure you're wondering about the hair dye. No, don't worry, you're
still going to be a blonde. You're going to dye your hair down there--"
Danielle indicated Terri's blonde pubic hair, "--then...everyone who you
fuck is going to think you're not a real blonde!" Terri's new boss seemed
quite pleased with herself for thinking this one up.

They were interrupted by Jeanie, the same lady who had come in when the
blonde was licking her juices off Danielle's desk, the day before. Again,
the woman seemed oblivious to Terri's nudity, as well as the show she was
putting on.

"Any outgoing mail?" Jeanie asked.

"Just this," Danielle replied, handing her a small package. "Have you met
my new secretary? Jeanie, this is Terri. I'm sure she'd shake hands,
but...." her voice trailed off.

But Terri's hand was covered with her juices, and three of her fingers were
buried in her cunt. Jeanie nodded dismissively, then left the room.

"You can stop now. Put your dress back on," Terri was ordered.

"Now, we're going to have a little fun. The package which Jeanie is mailing
out is a video tape addressed to your husband."

"Why....?" Terri ****** in disbelief.

"Like I said. Just a little fun. To see if you can stop her." Danielle
looked at her watch. "She's on her way to the mail chute right now. When
she drops it in it'll go right to the mailroom..." She looked at Terri.
"Unless you can convince her otherwise, of course...."

Holding back tears, Terri rushed after Jeanie. She caught up to the other
woman just as she was about to drop the package in the mail chute.

"Jeanie....please....don't put that in there! I need that...." Terri
reached for the package.

"Nope! Danielle told me to mail this!" Jeanie held the package out of the
desperate blonde's reach.

"You don't understand....that package could ruin me....please...."

"Oh, yeah. I heard about you. Didn't you star in a porno movie without your
husband knowing, or something like that?"

"No," Terri sobbed, "it's not like that....you see....."

do just that.

"Please!" Terri begged. "I'll do anything...."

Jeanie stopped. "Anything? Like what? What will you do?"

"I'll....I'll lick you....eat you...."

Jeanie rolled her eyes, disgusted. "Thanks, but I'm not a lesbo like you."
Looking at the package in her hands, she added, "There is one thing..."

"Anything....please name it....anything...." Terri cried.

"Danielle tells me your husband is a pretty good fuck. I want to fuck him
too."

How many people knew about the games Danielle was playing with her? Terri
shook her head in horror. "No....I can't...."

"I didn't think so. Oh well, just a thought." Jeanie turned back toward the
mail slot. "Oh well. The divorce should be final in about six months. I'll
just give him a call then...."

"OK....OK....I'll.....you can fuck him......" Terri ****** on the words.

"Great! I'll be over tonight, at midnight!" Jeanie handed the hapless
secretary the package.

Terri's mind raced. She'd bring home some beer for her husband, by midnight
he would be too wasted to notice...

She was interrupted by Danielle. "I see you two are getting along...that's
great!" The brunette took the package from Terri. "Jeanie, I thought I told
you to mail this," she demanded in a mock scolding voice. "Oh well, if you
want something done, do it yourself, I guess." Danielle dropped the package
in the mail slot. Terri gasped, then began sobbing again.

"See you at midnight, Terri!" Jeanie chirped as she scurried back to work.

"Why...." Terri implored.

"Just to see you run down 33 floors of stairs to the mailroom to try to get
it back...." Danielle taunted.

Terri had no other choice. She ran down the stairs three at a time,
bursting into the mailroom completely out of breath, to find the room
empty. Quickly she searched the bin which received the mail from the mail
drop. No package. Hearing a sound from one of the offices, Terri went and
looked in. She gasped at what she saw.

Three of the mailroom workers were in the office, intently watching a TV on
a cart. On the TV was Terri, providing service to five men!
Upon further scrutiny, it was obvious that one of the mailroom men had been
curious about this particular piece of mail, and had opened it. No doubt
they had been astonished to find out that it was a tape of a young,
gorgeous blonde fucking and sucking five men! All three of the mailroom men
had their cocks out and were stroking themselves.

The young blonde realized there was only one way to get the tape back.
Boldly she marched into the room and shut off the TV. The men all stopped
in mid-stroke, trying to cover themselves up. No doubt thinking that a
manager had caught them jacking off to porno.

Then one of them recognized Terri. "Hey....it's the girl from the movie!"

"That's right," Terri cooed. "Listen, why should you studs have to jack off
to some dumb movie, when you can have the real thing?" Her hands shaking,
she slipped off her dress. The men whistled at her awesome body.

"It IS the girl from the movie!" another of the guys acknowledged in awe.
Terri actually blushed.

"Let's make a deal," the blonde said softly. "I need this video tape back.
You need those wonderful hard cocks serviced. Enough said?"

"I don't know...." the first guy, Ramon, said. "Must be important if you
want it back so bad...."

"I'll throw something else in," Terri whispered to him, picking up the
remains of the packaging which the video tape had been wrapped in. "I
promise not to tell anyone that you like to open mail illegally...." The
blonde winked, then dropped to her knees in front of his chair. Ramon
gasped as Terri took him into her mouth.

Lifting her head momentarily, the blonde turned to the other two men. "Get
naked. I want you next," she purred, then went back down on Ramon.

As one of the other men, Vincent, entered her sopping wet cunt from behind,
Terri mused that this wasn't so bad. It beat the hell out of going down on
that dyke upstairs. And maybe she could finally get rid of that aftertaste
from Danielle's cunt, by gargling with a load of jism or two. Or three....

Terri was somewhat sore from all the fucking she had done in the past two
days, but she was really getting into her slut role. She tried to tell
herself that this was just an act, to get the tape back, but the sensations
going thru her body were betraying her. Her cunt was practically on fire,
and she was very eagerly humping back against Vincent's cock.

Each man took his turn in Terri's cunt and mouth. She also held her sizable
tits together and the men took turns fucking her cleavage, except for
Vincent who didn't really get into that.

After Terri had cum for the fifth time, she decided she'd had enough.
Laying down on the floor, she told the men, "I want you to jack off all
over me. You know, like in my movie?"

As the men kneeled around her, the pretty blonde wondered how she'd sunk so
low. She'd actually enjoyed the past half hour with these three strange
men! Some of it was, no doubt, having some degree of control again after
Danielle had taken it all away from her in the past two days.

She didn't have time to ponder the mysteries of the universe any further,
as at that moment Ramon began spurting his jism all over her face. Grabbing
his cock, she ensured that at least some of it ended up in her mouth. The
other two men soon followed suit, dousing Terri's firm tits with their cum.
The blonde began scooping the creamy cum off her face and sucking it off
her fingers. "Mmmmmm I love cum..." she moaned. Terri then kissed each of
their pricks, then got up and put her dress back on. She collected the
video tape and hurried to get out of there, before the men could get hard
again.

She nearly ran into a smiling Danielle, standing in the doorway with a
video camera.

-The rest of the "work day" was somewhat uneventful. Back in her office,
Danielle finished instructing Terri on what would be expected of her, then,
after letting the blonde get under her desk and lick her cunt once more,
she bid her new employee farewell for the weekend.

A week later, Danielle came into the office as usual, around 9 am. As
usual, when she sat down at her desk, she was greeted by her secretary's
tongue going down on her twat.

As usual, Terri was under the desk, clad only in her black pumps, matching
black lace crotchless panties (Danielle now allowed the blonde to wear
panties on Fridays), and the "2nd place" ribbon pinned thru her nipple--the
way Danielle liked her.

Terri's tongue danced around the brunette's clit for awhile, before moving
in for "the ****". The secretary was a very good pussy eater, Danielle had
to give her credit.

"Fingers," Danielle whispered huskily. As the blonde obliged her by easing
two fingers into her cunt, Danielle opened her desk drawer where Terri's
toys were kept.

On a usual day, Danielle would give Terri one of the smaller dildos, and
the blonde would diligently work it into her tight ass while slurping on
her boss' cunt. They had started with the smallest of the set, slightly
larger than Danielle's finger, which had gone in with relative ease. After
two days, the blonde had "graduated" to the next size. There had been
slight discomfort--and more pleasure than Terri had cared to admit. Suffice
to say that when Terri's tongue had brought Danielle to orgasm, the
brunette had not cum alone.

On a usual day, when Danielle had cum as many times as she could handle for
one morning, she'd move her chair away and let Terri out. The blonde would
then usually take a seat on the other side of the desk, and would further
work her ass with the dildo while Danielle had a cup of coffee and pored
over the day ahead.

Having never had anything in her ass before, Terri was experiencing brand
new sensations. The *********** of being made to shove things up her ass
had given way to curiosity and pleasure. In some cases, the blonde beauty
was experiencing sensory overload. During Thursday's session, while reaming
her ass with the #2 dildo, she surprised both her boss and herself by
begging to be allowed to play with her cunt with her free hand.

Danielle had denied this request, but had made a counter offer. "If you
beg, I might be willing to get on my knees and take care of you myself,"
she had offered.

Terri, who had always found the very thought of having sex with another
woman disgusting, had begged for it. Danielle had made the blonde
elaborate, in graphic detail, precisely what she wanted, and only then did
she take her position in front of her secretary. The combination of the
dildo in her ass and the bisexual Danielle's skilled tongue on her cunt
proved to be too much for Terri's body to handle, and she had felt as if
the powerful orgasms wracking her sexy body were going to tear her apart.
All in all, Danielle was grateful that she had set up the video camera to
record the day's events.

Today was not a usual day. Instead of handing her cuntlicker the #2 ass
dildo, which her asshole was now well accustomed to, Danielle handed Terri
the biggest dildo of all, the one which Terri had mailed to her to taunt
her, long ago.

Terri stopped in mid-lick as she realized what she had been handed. The
dildo was more than twice the size of the #2. Her ass would be ripped
apart! She voiced her concern to her boss.

Danielle chided the blonde, "I didn't tell you to stop licking. If you've
got something to say to me, you can say it between licks or thru a mouthful
of pussy." Terri resumed licking. "Now. Yes, that's bigger than what your
little ass is used to. No, I don't care how much it hurts. It's going up
your ass."

"Please...." Terri started.

"Remember the protein rule? You're supposed to swallow at least two loads
of cum a day?" Terri DID remember. She had followed the rule diligently
every day, choosing the well-hung mailroom studs as her cum-donors...except
for yesterday. She had not had the opportunity to go to the mailroom
yesterday, and rather than humiliate herself with the men in this office on
33 (who already thought she was a cheap slut anyway), she instead hoped
that her boss wouldn't find out. It seemed now that she had.

"You broke the rule. Now I'm going to take it out of your ass." Moving her
chair, Danielle ordered Terri to get on the desk, on all fours.

As Danielle picked up the dildo, Terri began begging. "Please, ma'am! It
won't happen again! Please!" The giant dildo was at the entrance to Terri's
anal canal. "Please....I'll do anything! I'm sorry! Please...." The tip of
the dildo was in Terri's ass, already stretching her. "Oh
god....PLEASE....."

The blonde desperately tried a different tack. "Ma'am....please....may your
whore secretary make a request? Please?"

"What's your 'request'?" Danielle stopped and asked.

"Please....can I at least lubricate the dildo? Please?" Danielle resumed
her attempts at pushing the dildo further into the blonde's tight ass. "OH
GOD....PLEASE....IT'LL TEAR ME APART PLEASE FOR GOD'S SAKE LET ME LUBRICATE
IT...."

Danielle popped the dildo out of Terri's ass. The girl sighed with relief.

"Lubrication," Danielle mused. "Yes, it DOES seem like some is needed. Go
get some KY jelly." Terri put her dress on, and reached for her purse. "No
purse."

Not comprehending, Terri protested, "But I have to buy--"

"We don't have time for you to run out to a store," Danielle said with
exasperation. "I'm sure someone in this company has a tube of KY jelly.
Just walk around and ask everyone." Terri began to protest, but Danielle
silenced her. "Either that, or we could just try it again without any."

So, humiliated beyond belief, Terri, clad in an unthinkably revealing
dress, walked from desk to desk asking if anyone had any KY jelly. She was
met with a variety of reactions, ranging from utter disgust from most of
the women, to open leering by some of the men.

Surprisingly, one of the women, a tall blonde named Angela, did have a tube
of the jelly. However, she informed Terri that she would have to earn it.

"Whatever," Terri sighed.

"Come with me," Angela instructed, leading the way to a supply room. Great,
another lezzie, the secretary thought to herself.

In the supply room, Angela told Terri to strip, then left the room. She
returned a moment later with Scott, her husband who was also an employee at
the company.

"I thought I'd give you your birthday present early," Angela whispered to
Scott, chewing on his ear while indicating the slut secretary. "Let me get
you ready for her....." Angela stripped her husband naked, kissing his body
all over as she undressed him.

"Slut, come over here and suck my husband's dick," Angela ordered.
Nervously Terri looked at the door, afraid that someone would catch them in
here. "Don't worry, everyone in the company's going to lunch right now. Now
come over here and get your lunch."

Scott's cock did look pretty inviting, Terri thought. Again, the blonde
secretary found herself trying to rationalize something which she really
had no choice about anyway. So she dropped to her knees and engulfed
Scott's prick in her mouth. Angela, meanwhile, busied herself with french
kissing her husband.

The three of them did get interrupted by the door opening. It was only
Danielle, however. "Terri, I see you've met Angela and Scott! Oh, no need
to stop sucking that nice juicy cock on my account! They've worked with me
for a long time. In fact, remember the Jackson-Morgan contract that you
stole out from under me? Scott worked with me on that one for weeks! It was
a shame....these two were REALLY counting on that big commission that would
have brought. Well anyway, I'm sure you all can find a lot to talk about!"
Going over to where Terri's clothes were piled on the floor, Danielle
picked up the black crotchless panties, and hung them from the doorknob.
"There.....now anyone else who wants to come in will know that the company
whore is busy in here!" And Danielle was gone.

"Look at what a little suck-monster she is," Angela whispered to her
husband as Terri relentlessly deep-throated him. "I know how badly you must
want to cum in her mouth. But I want to watch you fuck her instead...."

Next, Angela found a table covered with supplies, which she knocked off
onto the floor. "Slut," she ordered Terri, "you'll clean that mess up when
we're through with you." Terri muttered a muffled "mmmm hmmmm".

Angela led her husband to the table, and had him lay on his back atop it.
Then she instructed Terri to straddle him. The secretary obeyed, lowering
her cunt onto Scott's rigid cock.

"Look how wet she is for you, baby! Too bad she's not a natural blonde,"
Angela told her husband. Then leaning close to Terri, she whispered, "You
have better give my husband the fucking of a lifetime, or you will be
sorry."

Terri did just that, riding Scott for all he was worth, sending his prick
deep into her cunt with every downward stroke. The young slut was quickly
learning that the best way to combat these people who were seeking to
humiliate her and to ruin her life, was to enjoy what she was doing. In the
case of Scott's well-sized prick, this was not difficult, and Terri figured
she would show Angela a thing or two about how to fuck.

"Do you enjoy fucking my husband?" Angela asked her as she watched.

"I love it," Terri sighed truthfully.

"I'll bet you do. I've heard the stories about how immoral you are. You
cheat on your husband with whole gangs of men at a time....I'll bet you'd
love for my husband to shoot his cum up in that slutty cunt of yours."

"Yes.....please...." Terri moaned.

"I'll bet if my husband asked you to, you'd fuck him every day."

"Yes....." The gorgeous blonde confirmed. What she didn't add was the fact
that she would HAVE to do so, according to the "rules" her boss had laid
out for her.

"YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! You'd fuck my husband behind my back! You little
fucking homewrecker...." Angela sounded mad. Stooping down, she undid the
leather strap from her purse as Terri continued her joy-ride of Scott's
hard cock.

Angela stood back up, now brandishing a make-shift leather whip. She raised
it threateningly.

"So, you'd fuck my husband every day, without me knowing."

"No...." Terri pleaded.

"NO? You just told me you would!" Angela brought the whip down on Terri's
back. "Now are you saying that you wouldn't obey my husband if he ordered
you to fuck him?"

"No....please...." But Angela brought the whip down again--and again--on
the blonde's back. Not hard enough to leave marks, but hard enough to make
Terri scream in pain, as Scott laid below her and moaned with pleasure.

"Now, I'm going to ask you this once. Give me the wrong answer and I whip
those beautiful tits. HARD." Angela moved around to Terri's front to
emphasize. "If my husband asked you to fuck him, without me knowing, WOULD
YOU DO IT?"

Terri, never breaking stride on Scott's cock, desperately fumbled for an
answer, any answer, which would protect her sensitive tits (and hardening
nipples) from the whip.

"Please.....I would have to....I'm just....a cock-craving slut....I just
need cock all the time....PLEASE NO!!!!" Angela raised the whip, but then
dropped it, apparently satisfied with the blonde's answer. Terri, relieved,
got back to concentrating on her fucking of Scott. She needed to cum, and
needed it bad.

Angela denied her this, however, instead pulling the girl off of Scott.

"Now, baby, your fantasy is going to come true," she announced to her
husband. She had Terri stand on the floor and bend over the table. Then
rummaging in a supply cabinet, she found a wooden ruler and placed it in
her husband's hand.

Angela told Terri, "My husband's fantasy is that he's an old schoolmaster,
and he's taking a young schoolgirl to task for something that she's done
wrong." With that, she dropped to her knees and took Scott's cock into her
mouth.

Terri cringed, and then yelped with surprise and pain as the ruler hit her
ass with a resounding WHACK. It stung! Yet it made Terri's cunt tingle with
excitement at the same time. And it was better than the prospect of having
her breasts whipped. Before long the blonde's magnificent ass was covered
with red welts. And a few inches from there, Terri's cunt was dripping wet
with juices, she was so turned on.

Fortunately for Terri's asscheeks, Angela's mouth made quick work of her
husband's cock. As he was cumming, Scott pulled out of her mouth and shot
the majority of his jism all over Terri's back and her reddened asscheeks.

Terri just laid there, bent over the table, as Scott got dressed. The
married couple assumed that the slut secretary was crying in pain and
***********; actually she was gasping for air, having cum twice from the
experience of being spanked.

Before following her husband out of the storeroom, Angela produced a small
tube of KY jelly from her pocked, setting it on the table next to Terri.
"Here you go, slut. Have fun," Angela taunted. "I expect you to bring us a
full tube of it....to our house, tomorrow night at 8. We'll be expecting
you." Picking up the ruler, Angela gave the blonde secretary a few closing
swats on the ass, splattering her husband's cum. "Get this place cleaned
up," she finished, then turned and left Terri alone.

Terri did clean the supply room up. But not before she reached down and
frigged her cunt to two more orgasms.

Having put off the inevitable for as long as she could, Terri returned to
Danielle's office. The brunette was in the middle of a phone call.
Wordlessly Terri removed her clothes and waited.

"Did you find what you were sent for?" Danielle asked as she got off the
phone. Terri nodded, producing the tube of jelly. Handing her secretary the
dildo, Danielle instructed her to get it ready.

Terri coated the entire dildo with the KY jelly, taking her time about it.
She was in no hurry to have her ass raped by the monster dildo. Finally
Danielle took the toy from her secretary, and instructed her to get on the
desk, on her hands and knees.

"I've looked forward to this for a long time. Remember when you sent this
little toy to me?"

"Yes," Terri whimpered fearfully. Her knees were visibly shaking. "I'm so
sorry...."

"Of course you're sorry, hon!" Danielle commiserated with the trembling
blonde, rubbing the dildo along the crack of Terri's ass. "You're sorry
that you got yourself into this situation, and you're sorry that you're
about to get your ass reamed. I doubt though that you're sorry about all
the times you stepped on me to achieve a goal, and then came back and
tapdanced on my face to celebrate."

"Yes, I am! PLEASE!!!!"

"You have a very beautiful ass," Danielle told her secretary soothingly,
gently rubbing the welts from the ruler. "It looks like Angela and Scott
had to spank it for you. What did they have to spank you for?"

The married couple had had no real reason to spank Terri, but somehow she
didn't think that was the answer her boss/mistress/owner wanted to hear.

"F-for b-being a slutty....whore....."

"Good girl. You know what? We're going to have a slight change of plans."
Terri perked up hopefully. A reprieve? "Lie down on your back." Hopefully,
Terri did so.

"You do have very nice tits. I've always been jealous of them!" Danielle
moved the KY covered dildo up to Terri's 36D boobs, and began rubbing the
toy all over the blonde's hard nipples and her generous tits. "But I'm over
that jealousy now," the tormenter confided. "Because I can have these
anytime I want to!"

Terri liked having her breasts played with and stimulated. She moaned
softly as the dildo was guided over every square inch of tit.

"I'll bet Bobby liked you pushing those gorgeous tits together and sticking
his cock between them," Danielle breathed. "This 'Bobby'" she indicated the
toy "will, too! Push those huge, firm, SUPERIOR breasts together!"

Terri complied as her boss slipped the dildo between her cleavage. "You
like being tittyfucked, don't you?"

In truth, Terri loved it. But the aim of Danielle's exercise with the
blonde's huge breasts was becoming clear. She was getting as much of the
precious KY jelly off of the dildo as possible, so that when she did
eventually ream her secretary's virgin ass, it would be that much more
painful.

Reading her hapless bimbo's mind, Danielle confirmed, "I had to do that.
You put WAY too much KY on there. We don't want this monster to slide into
your ass too easy....that would spoil all the fun!" That said, Terri was
told to get back on her hands and knees.

"Now, I'm not going to lie to you. When I put this dildo in your tight
little ass, it's going to hurt like hell. And I'm going to enjoy it. But
I'll give you something to do while I ream you with this. Something to keep
your mind off some of the pain." Reaching in the drawer, she pulled out a
faded letter. The letter Terri had sent with the dildo, taunting Danielle
about her lost love.

Danielle put the letter on the desk, right under Terri's head. Then she
retook her position with the tip of the dildo at the opening to the
blonde's asshole. "Read it to me," she ordered.

This was too much for Terri. "Please....Danielle! I'M SORRY PLEASE BELIEVE
ME! OH GOD, WHAT CAN I DO TO SHOW YOU HOW SORRY I AM?"

"You can start reading," Danielle answered quietly, pushing the tip of the
dildo into Terri's ass.

"Oh god.....I....got....B-Bobby, but....but....this is r-roughly
the....same size....enjoy.....s-s-sweetums....."

"Again," Danielle ordered, pushing the dildo a little further in Terri's
ass.

"I got...Bobby....but this is roughly....the same
size.....AAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHHH! Enjoy... sweetums....OH GOD IT HURTS!!!"

"Again. Keep reading it."

"I got....Bobby......AAAAAAAHHHHHHHGGGHHHH PLEASE MA'AM.....I
g-got.....B-Bobby.....OHHHHHHHHHHH...."

"Hmmmm, I wonder how Bobby's doing nowadays? Keep reading," Danielle added
as the toy continued its inexorable slide into the depths of Terri's ass.

"...B-but....this....AGGGGGHHHHHH....is roughly....AAAAAAGGGGHH!! the
same.....size....."

"Is it, now? I'll bet Bobby never did this with HIS cock!"

The letter was becoming blurred by tears. Terri didn't really need to read
off the letter anymore anyway. These dozen words would be burned into her
memory forever. "I....got.....Bobby!!! But.....this
is.....roughly....same....size!!!" Through clenched teeth, doing her best
not to scream as the plastic invader was halfway in.

"Did you ever imagine, when you were sending this to me, where it would end
up?" Danielle conversed lightly as the other woman writhed in agony.

"AAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
IGOTBOBBY!!!!!BUTTHISISROUGHLYTHESAMESIZE!!! OH YOU CRUEL HEARTLESS
BITCH!!! OH GOD PLEASE!!!!!AAAAAAAHHHHHHH IT HURTS!!!!!!"

"You forgot the last two words," Danielle reminded her secretary.

"OHHHHHHHHH.....ENJOY.....SWEETUMS......PLEASE......"

"I am enjoying. Immensely," Danielle assured her. "And I love being called
sweetums. Bobby used to call me that....before you stole him from me. But
I'm sure you knew that. That's why you signed the letter that way. Isn't
it?" The dildo was now all the way in.

Danielle stepped back to admire the handiwork, the "bobby" dildo obscenely
stretching the blonde slut's tight asshole. Terri actually breathed a sigh
of relief.

To further demoralize her secretary and wipe out all hope, Danielle leaned
close to Terri and whispered, "Maybe I should fist fuck your ass...." That
brought a whole new round of screaming and begging.

Grasping the hilt of the dildo, Danielle pulled it all the way out of the
blonde's ass, then plunged it back in. Terri screamed as more pain shot
through her torn sphincter.

"Beg me for it, slut," her mistress ordered her.

"Danielle....ma'am....OOOHHHHHHHHHH.....please....fuck me...."

"No. Call me 'Bobby'. After all, in a way, it is Bobby that's fucking your
ass."

"Bobby....fuck....me....fuck my ass....AAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Danielle was
delighted to oblige, now having a steady rhythm with the dildo pistoning in
and out of Terri's torn ass.

"Bobby....fuck my ass!!!" It still hurt like hell, but Terri was beginning
to feel other sensations. Like a definite tingling from her cunt. Maybe if
she got herself off, it would take her mind off the blinding pain her ass
was in, she thought, while her right hand moved down to her clit.

"What are you doing? Are you getting turned on, slut?" Danielle hadn't
expected this. "Get your hand away from there. I didn't give you permission
to give yourself pleasure."

"Please....OHHHHHHHHHHH PLEASE......" Terri begged. Her clit was now
literally itching for attention.

Danielle couldn't believe it. The slut was really getting aroused by this
anal ****! "I'll make you a deal, " Danielle offered as she reamed her
secretary's ass with the huge dildo. "You may touch yourself, but you have
to promise to clean 'Bobby' off with your mouth when he's done..."

Terri, amazed at how low she was sinking, didn't hesitate. "YES.....I
promise....I'll lick and suck it clean....PLEASE may I touch my cunt?" She
was now noticeably thrusting her ass back against the anal invader.

"You may touch yourself," Danielle told the blonde.

Terri didn't need to be told twice. It didn't take long for her to achieve
the first of five intensive orgasms. All in all, part of Terri was sorry
when the dildo was taken out of her ass and handed to her for cleaning.

The toy was covered in disgusting slime, and a little bit of *****. Oh
well, a deal is a deal, the blonde slut reminded herself as she dutifully
took it into her mouth.

Danielle supervised her secretary, making sure the toy was very well
cleaned. After all, it would be going in Danielle's cunt next. Finally the
brunette couldn't stand to watch Terri's tongue and mouth blowing the fake
cock any longer, so she told her secretary she was excused for the day.

"Oh, there is one thing I want you to do before you leave," Danielle added,
the toy already deep in her snatch. Terri, who was getting dressed, paused.
"I know that two of the men I loaned you out to wanted to fuck your ass,
but you were able to keep them from it. Good job, by the way. But now, I
want you to go tell them the good news!"

"What good.....?" Terri began.

"Why....the good news, that your cute ass is no longer off limits for their
hard cocks!"

Terri was horrified. "But....it hurts...."

"It won't hurt after awhile. I hear you're going over to Scott and Angela's
tomorrow night. I know he'll be eager to try out your newly broken in
asshole. Just like I KNOW that you'll beg him to ream it for you. Won't
you?"

Terri, beaten, nodded silently.

"Angela doesn't get into other women. I know; I've tried. But I KNOW you'll
beg her to let you do her, won't you?"

Terri's tears were flowing freely again. She nodded again.

"Sometime this weekend, I'll be calling you. I'll give you the name of a
hotel, and a room number. You'll go there, and there will be some men
waiting for you there. You'll beg them all to put their cocks in EVERY ONE
of your orifices. That'll be all." Terri wept openly as she was excused
from her boss' office.

"Oh, and Terri?" Danielle called as Terri was walking out the door. The
blonde looked back.

Danielle gave her sweetest angelic smile. "Have a nice weekend." Terri
walked out and shut the door.

As the blonde's sobs of *********** and hopelessness faded in the hallway
outside, Danielle got down to serious business with her dildo, all the
while planning what would be in store for the hapless Terri next week.

Monday morning

Danielle took her seat behind her desk. Like clockwork, she felt her
panties being pulled down, followed by her secretary's tongue beginning its
daily task.

"So....how was...mmmmmm.....how was your weekend?" Danielle inquired to the
girl under the desk. The secretary's tongue was already finding all the
right spots.

"Fine," Terri mumbled between licks. Thinking of the weekend of hell she
had been put through, the blonde reflected that it had been anything but
fine.

Before she had left the office on Friday, Terri had had her ass reamed by
three different men--all of them as big as the dildo Danielle had sodomized
her with, or bigger. She'd then gingerly made her way out of the building
and to her car, barely able to walk without pain.

At home, Terri had set to the task of making a nice dinner for her husband,
then getting him *****. Fridays, Danielle had declared, were "fuck-nights".
She would send a different woman to Terri's house every "fuck-night", at
midnight, and the woman would fuck Terri's husband while the hapless blonde
watched. Terri's job was to get Steven ***** enough that he would not
realize that some other woman was blowing or fucking him.

Carrie, this week's "lucky contestant", had arrived at exactly midnight.
She was younger than Terri, probably late teens or very early twenties. Her
build was similar, and although her hair was an angry red and her boobs
slightly smaller, Terri doubted that Steven, now three sheets to the wind,
would notice the difference.

Having not seen Carrie at work, Terri had assumed that she must be one of
Danielle's friends. Wondering if she was THAT kind of "friend", the blonde
had tried to detour the girl from her husband.

"Why don't....you and I....on the couch...." she had started to say.

Carrie had slapped her in the face. "Whore. I'm not no fucking dyke. Oh I
get it. I'm Danielle's friend, so I must be a fucking dyke? I'll make sure
and tell her that."

"No please.....I didn't mean--"

"Tell ya what though. I hear you like sticking things up your ass...."
Carrie retrieved an empty wine bottle, left over from Terri's dinner with
Steven. "While I'm in your bed screwing your husband, you can fuck your ass
with this and watch us."

Terri, of course, had done just that, wincing in pain and taking her time
about sliding the bottle into her torn up asshole, until the other woman
offered to do it for her. Terri watched in shame as Carrie sucked, then
rode, her husband. With the wine bottle in one hand, Terri had used the
other hand to play with her clit. Over and over, she tried to tell herself
that it was just to take the edge off the pain, and that she could not
possibly be getting aroused by being so totally dominated and humiliated.
Finally the redhead squeezed her breasts together around Steven's cock and
fucked him with her tits. As her husband shot his jism all over the
stranger's jugs, Terri's heartbreak and *********** were running a very
distant second to the pain in her sore, tender asshole.

Then, Carrie was done, and made her way downstairs. Beckoning to Terri, she
had ordered, "Clean off my tits with your tongue." Adding, "Yes, I'm a
little curious. Don't you DARE tell Danielle though!"

"Mmmm mmmm," Terri had confirmed as she licked her husband's cum off this
stranger's boobs. The betrayed wife was just grateful to have the bottle
out of her ass. Carrie, meanwhile, seemed to be getting more excited than
she cared to admit. Judging from the way the redhead's hard nipples jutted
out from her t-shirt as she left, Terri had a feeling the young woman would
be back for more.

Saturday morning, Terri had slept in. She had been awoken at noon by a call
from Danielle, instructing her to be at a certain hotel in an hour. There,
she had found four men whom it seemed Danielle had selected for their
passion for assfucking. Terri, her asshole extremely sore from its
"breaking in" of the day before, had desperately tried to pass off her
other sexual skills to the men, but to no avail. They had only been
interested in one thing, which unfortunately was the one thing which was
causing the blonde the most agony at the moment. It got so intense after
awhile that while one of the men was fucking her asshole, the other three
would have to hold Terri down.

For six hours Terri's ass had endured the suffering. When she was finally
allowed to leave the hotel, she had had to go to Scott and Angela's home.
There, she had endured three hours of being pinched and whipped by Angela,
while being fucked by Scott. Thankfully, Scott had stayed out of Terri's
ass though.

Sunday, Danielle had let her secretary rest. Terri had thought she would
have time to recover; however, this morning her asshole seemed to be even
more tender and sore. Try as she might, she had been unable to get the
sizing dildo into her ass as was her under-the-desk routine.

Now, Terri was concentrating on Danielle's cunt, hoping to lick it extra
well so that her boss wouldn't notice the absence of the dildo from her
secretary's rear. Her hopes were dashed as, after finishing her duties, her
boss inquired as to where the dildo was, and what it was doing anywhere
except up her ass.

Terri tried to explain how sore she was from the weekend's activities. The
other woman wasn't hearing it.

"I gave you Sunday to rest. And this is how you repay? Expect to be
punished for this."

Danielle pointedly ignored Terri the rest of the morning, letting the
secretary think about what she'd done wrong, or more importantly, to let
her imagine the consequences. Terri tried to stay busy, but whenever she
found some work to do, Danielle would always have someone else in the
office come and take over, leaving Terri with nothing to do but think about
the horrors awaiting her.

At noon, Danielle summoned Terri. "Time for us to go to lunch!" So, she was
in for another lunchtime *********** by her boss.

Danielle did not disappoint. On the way to the bistro, she instructed a
horrified Terri what was expected.

When the waiter came to take the order, Terri recited her lines almost
perfectly.

"Do you have sausage?"

"How thick is it? Is it bigger than two of my fingers put together?"

"Do you have whole cucumbers?"

"How long and how thick are they?"

"What about hot dogs? I like them foot long! And could you put some
mayonnaise on the tip?"

"I'd also like a fresh banana. Preferably one that's not ripe yet. They're
stiffer when they're like that!" she confided to the waiter with a wink.

As the waiter walked away, he tried vainly to hold the menus in front of
him to conceal his raging hardon. Terri, meanwhile, spent the entire lunch
under the table. When her food was delivered, Danielle handed each item to
the blonde under the table, so she could service herself with it. The giant
cucumber was somewhat excruciating, but the blonde was just thankful that
it was in her cunt instead of other places which would be worse.

All the while Terri munched away at her boss' pussy.

Dessert came....tapioca pudding for Danielle, and a popsicle for Terri.
"Here, something to cool off that hot slutty cunt of yours," Danielle
remarked as she unwrapped the popsicle. Terri welcomed the ice cold treat,
which killed much of the pain of having had her cunt stretched by the
cucumber.

Danielle rubbed a spoonful of the white pudding into her pussy. "Lick it
off," she ordered her servant. "Just imagine you're licking your husband's
cum out of some other woman's snatch....oh YEAH.....which by the way will
be happening again real soon....UMMMMM yeah....!"

While eating out her boss, Terri fucked her own cunt with the popsicle
until it melted completely. Then she substituted her fingers for the
popsicle stick.

Surprisingly, they got out of the restaurant without Terri being pimped off
on any of the staff. And the rest of the work day went without incident. As
she drove home, Terri hoped that Danielle had forgotten about the dildo
incident, or that the lunchtime *********** was being considered to be
punishment enough.

She was wrong about this, though. Late that night, Danielle showed up with
Carrie, and the two girls treated Terri's ******** husband to a double
blowjob, with an obscene twist--Danielle made Terri take off her wedding
ring and give it to Carrie, who wore it herself while she went down on the
tormented girl's husband. Meanwhile Danielle licked Steven's balls and up
and down his cock shaft, and a few times the two ladies' tongues touched
briefly. Then Carrie gave the wedding ring to Danielle, who slipped it on
her own ring finger as she lowered her hot love box onto Steven's erect
prick. Terri, of course, had been told to stay in the doorway and watch.
She wept as she watched her rival, boss, and for all practical purposes,
her owner, wearing HER wedding ring while fucking HER husband. When Steven
climaxed, Danielle went through the usual routine of leading the tormented
blonde downstairs and getting the cum eaten out of her cunt.

As Terri dutifully performed her task, Carrie watched. The younger woman
was definitely curious, there was no question about it.

"Would you like to join us?" Danielle prodded. "I'm sure we could find a
place for you."

"No, I don't think so," Carrie replied, though she didn't take her eyes off
the beautiful blonde's tongue buried in her boss' snatch.

"Well if you ever change your mind, Terri here will be glad to do anything
and everything you can imagine. Isn't that right, Terri?"

"Yes ma'am...." the blonde mumbled.

"Good girl." Danielle got up and got dressed. "Now finger fuck your cunt
until we're gone." The two women got up to leave. Terri, completely
humiliated and beaten, cried as she slipped her fingers inside her pussy
for the millionth time. "And," Danielle added with a smile, "don't try and
follow us." As the two women left the home which they were helping to
wreck, the brunette commented to her friend, "I've always wanted to say
that...." Everyone but Terri found humor in this.

It was not until the sound of Danielle's car had faded into the night that
Terri stopped fucking her fingers. And Danielle was all the way across
town, dropping Carrie off at her home, before Terri realized that the other
woman still had her wedding ring.

The ****** blonde curled up on the couch and cried herself to *****.

The next day, Terri knew she would have to ask for her wedding ring back.
She just hoped that she would not have to do anything especially painful or
humiliating to get it back....although of course she would do so, without
question, if necessary.

All day long, she tried to get a moment alone with Danielle, to ask for the
ring back. But she literally could not get a word in edgewise. From the
moment Danielle walked in the office, Terri was kept busy. First, of
course, she had her morning cunt lapping to attend to (the dildo firmly
embedded up her ass this time--the young blonde had learned her lesson.)
Then Terri was sent across town on errands.

When she returned, Danielle was gone for a long lunch; Jeanie and Angela,
however, took turns tormenting the girl. Sending her back and forth to the
mailroom, making her do obscene things with office supplies, and little
things of that caliber. Fortunately Danielle returned before the girls
could make Terri staple her cunt lips together.

Relieved, Terri followed Danielle into her office.

"Sit down," Danielle said excitedly. "I have something to show you!"

This couldn't possibly be good. Danielle took out some 8x10 pictures of
some models. There were two pictures of each model, in identical poses.
Except for the fact that in picture #2, each model had larger breasts.

"So what do you think?" Danielle was still excited.

"Their boobs are bigger in these other pictures....." Terri offered.

Her boss laughed at her. "Duh! You definitely ARE blonde! That's because
they have implants! I was just at this doctor who does boob jobs. He does
good work, don't you think?"

"I suppose....but...."

"So.....what do you think?" Danielle asked again.

Terri was not sure what the other woman wanted to hear, but she felt as if
she were being tested. "I like....um....I mean.....you look....good....the
way you are...."

"Are you really that dumb, Terri, or are you just acting?" Danielle teased.
"They're not for me, silly.....they're for YOU."

"But.....I don't need...."

"Yes, you do. I took an impromptu office poll, and 100% of the men I asked
said they'd like to see you with bigger tits. So.....goodbye, D
cup.....hello, triple D's!"

"Danielle.....please....I'll look like a slut....."

"Hon," Terri's boss confided, "everyone in this company concurs, that you
are the biggest slut any of us know. And now," she finished gleefully,
"you'll be an even BIGGER slut! Thanks to the wonders of silicone!!!!"

"Please.....no....my husband...." Terri pleaded.

"--will love them," Danielle finished for her. "He loved your big tits when
you stole him away from me, didn't he? He damn sure didn't pick you for
your personality."

"I can't....it's expensive....an operation....new clothes...." Terri
fumbled for excuses.

"New clothes? I'd prefer you keep the outfits you have. Should be
interesting to see you BUSTing out of them!" She laughed. "As far as money
goes.....I made a little transaction today which will pay for some of the
cost of the operation. The rest, you'll earn on your back, turning tricks
three times a week."

"Three times.....?" Terri gasped in horror.

"You're right. Four would be better. Four times a week."

"You're going to turn me into a whore!" Terri said in astonishment.

"Sweetie, you already are a whore. All those men you've been fucking in
hotels? All of them paid me."

Terri was in disbelief. "Well, I can't do it anymore! I won't!
Danielle....ma'am....I have to draw the line!"

Danielle stood up. "Draw the line. I see. Well, before you draw that line,
let me give you one more reason to do this." Reaching in her purse, she
pulled out a yellow piece of paper. "Here's how I got the money for part of
the boob job." Terri burst into tears as she realized what the paper was.

"It's amazing how pawn shops try to rip you off nowadays. How much did that
ring cost Steven when he bought it for you? Must have been around three
grand. They barely gave me half of that!"

"Now," Danielle continued as Terri fell to pieces, "you'll go to the hotel
four nights a week, and you'll fuck whoever I send to you. They'll pay me
in advance, but who knows? If you're a REAL good fuck, maybe they'll tip
you. And if you save up enough tips, maybe you'll even be able to get your
ring back before the pawn shop sells it. Maybe," she reflected, "it'll end
up with a woman who knows how to be loyal to her husband, instead of being
a doormat for men!" The brunette, savoring her control over the bawling
secretary, paused. "So is this acceptable? Or are you still drawing the
line?"

"No...." Terri whispered. "No....I'll....I'll do it."

"Great. You're scheduled for the boob job tomorrow." As Terri started to
sob about the money, Danielle added, "I'm loaning you the rest of the
money. I'm sure you'll earn it back for me, with interest. Now, how about
using that pretty tongue to thank me for the loan...." As a beaten Terri
got on her knees, Danielle humiliated her some more. "You'll have a few
days off to recover from your operation. Then, you'll throw a tit-warming
party, to commemorate your new boobs. You'll make out invitations and pass
out flyers around the office, and we'll have the party at the hotel of your
choice."

Steven -----

Terri's husband, Steven, had been having weird dreams. Not that they
were in the least unpleasant. In the dreams, other women were in bed with
him, alternately going down on him and fucking him. His wife always
watched from the doorway of their bedroom, set back in the shadows,
masturbating. It was always vague, but he knew she was really getting off
on watching, by the way she was gasping. At various times during their
marriage, he had heard her gasp like that, when his tongue had found just
the right spot and assaulted it relentlessly. Sometimes Terri was giving
the other woman, or women, instructions on what to do. And sometimes in
the dreams, after Steven had climaxed, whether in the mouth or cunt of the
woman with whom he was being shared, Terri would go downstairs and the
women would fuck.

Steven imagined that his imagination was just working overtime. Nor
could he blame it...for it seemed his wife had lost all her sex drive.
Just the other night, the guys had all gotten together at Scott's home for
a party. Scott's wife, Angela, had gone to the video store and chosen what
she deemed an "appropriate" video for a boys' night out, then had wisely
left the guys alone to enjoy it. The porn starlet in the movie bore an
uncanny resemblance to Terri, and after watching the first scene, where the
young blonde actress took on three mailroom boys, Steven excused himself
and hurried home. Extremely turned on, he had crawled into bed with his
wife with a raging hardon. But she had only pushed him away. It seemed
that this was becoming the norm.

Terri was also spending more and more time away from home. When he
would ask her about it, she'd often snap at him, asking why he mistrusted
her so much. He also noticed--but didn't ask about--her new wardrobe.
Miniskirts, camisoles, halters, lace bras and panties, corsets, garters,
hose.

Steven was growing increasingly frustrated. So when Carrie, a temp
working in his office, invited him first out for lunch, then later out for
dinner, he went.

Danielle -------

Revenge was sweet, the pretty brunette reflected to herself as she
stepped out of the shower and toweled off. The ruined look on that uppity
little blonde bitch's face, when she found out that her wedding ring had
been pawned, had been worth a thousand orgasms. Not that Danielle wasn't
already off to a good start in achieving that number, she smiled to
herself. On the drive home, she had handled rush hour extremely well,
wisely using the time to reacquaint her pussy to her favorite vibrator, to
the tune of three orgasms. She gave herself another when she slid the
cum-covered toy into her tight ass. The bewildered motorists around her
had clearly never seen anyone so happy about bumper to bumper traffic.
Once home, and in the shower, she had let her fingers do the walking, and
twice more had peaked. Then she had adjusted the shower head and laid down
on the shower floor, spreading her legs and letting the high-powered jet of
water beat down on her clit. Four more cums, as she imagined her hapless
secretary's tongue serving her down below.

Climbing onto her bed, Danielle shed her towel and her fingers found
their mark again. With her left hand she played with her clit; with her
right hand, she fucked herself with first one, then two, and finally three
fingers. She felt great but the only problem was, her hands were beginning
to ache. Danielle wished her slave/secretary were there to service her.
Then, she thought evilly, why do I have to wish for it? I own the fucking
little whore!

Panting heavily, the saucy brunette picked up her phone, and punched in
a number she knew by heart. A number which would make a pager go off
somewhere across town. A page that, if not responded to within ten
minutes, would result in a number of interesting packages and letters being
mailed out to the husband of a certain blonde bimbo.

Danielle put the receiver back in its cradle. She laid back down on the
bed, where the pillow was wet from her hair....and the covers were wet from
her dripping cunt juices. She waited.

When the phone began ringing, she decided to let it ring for awhile.
Smiling, she brought her middle finger to her mouth, and took it in,
lustfully sucking her delicious nectar from it.

Revenge was very sweet, indeed.

Carrie -----

The young redhead was riding her lover for all she was worth. The fact
that he was a married man only excited her more. Besides, considering all
the things the man's wife had done to her best friend over the years,
Carrie felt absolutely no remorse. This wasn't the first time she'd fucked
Steven, of course....but it was the first time that he was aware that she
was fucking him. And Carrie wanted Steven to know, exactly what it meant
to be fucked by Carrie.

Carrie loved being on top. She was in control, and she could put her
lover's cock in just the right spots. And, when she felt him close to
cumming, she could easily back off and let him cool down a little bit.
Which she had done several times, over the past two hours of this
mind-blowing fuck.

"OH GAWWWWWWDDDD.....YEAH LOVER......FEELS SO GOOD.......YEAH!!!!!!!!!!"
Carrie articulated. "Yeah.....your wife doesn't know.....what she's
missing....YEAH!!!!! YES!!! YES!!!! YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!"
Carrie bucked, holding on for dear life, as the two lovers climaxed
simultaneously. The redhead's vaginal muscles spasmed and contracted
around Steven's spurting, pulsing cock, as he filled her hole with his
gooey seed.

When Carrie finally eased herself off Steven's dick, she noted that he
was still hard. That just wouldn't do. Taking him in her mouth, she
followed up the fuck of his life with what she hoped would be the blowjob
of his life. She first teased the tip, until he grabbed the back of her
head and urged her to take him all the way in. Which she gladly did,
slurping and sucking his magnificent cock until he was again spurting his
creamy delight, this time into her warm, wet mouth.

Carrie eased out of bed. Her lover made to do the same, but she
gently--but firmly- pushed him back down.

"I just have to go do something. I'll be back in awhile. Stay here."

"My wife--" Steven began.

"--is most likely going to be out, doing god knows what, until well
after midnight. You said so yourself. Stay here in bed.....and I expect
that gorgeous, throbbing cock to be ready and waiting for me when I get
back." To emphasize, the voluptuous redhead took Steven's semi-hard prick
into her mouth, giving it a few slurps. Was that a stirring? Carrie
didn't wait to find out.

Throwing on a nightgown, she left her home and hopped in her car. She
pretended that she had no idea where she was headed, but in reality she
knew exatcly. She passed the point of no return as she guided her car
toward the exit which led to Terri's house.

Ok...so I *am* curious. So sue me! she kidded herself. All kidding
aside, Carrie had found herself very aroused during her previous encounters
with Terri. She had not wanted to admit it in front of Danielle, however.
But with the barrel that Danielle had Terri over, Carrie effectively had an
automaton who would do whatever she liked, and move at whatever pace she
liked.

Idly, the young girl wondered if the blonde slut would recognize the
taste of the cum in Carrie's pussy, as that of her husband Steven.

In any case, it wouldn't matter. Carrie planned on telling her.

Terri ----

The blonde's ass hurt. All the toys--and men's cocks--which had been up
her ass the past few days, had torn up the membrane of her anal canal. But
the worst part was actually the itching, as her reamed asshole healed.
Many times Terri had half hoped that Danielle would send her to a hotel
room full of men to fuck her tight asshole some more.

Aside from that, Terri was still trying to regain her balance. She had
been well-endowed before her mandatory, Danielle-imposed boob job. Now, a
triple-D, her equilibrium was off, and she had actually nearly fallen
forward a few times. And of course, there was the staring, whenever
Danielle sent her on some mindless errand. It didn't help any that her
boss had prohibited her from buying new clothes, and she was confined to
practically bursting out of the outfits she had.

Standing in her bedroom naked, looking in the mirror at her
tear-streaked face, her obscenely giant boobs, and her jet black (dyed)
pubic hair (to make people think she was not a natural blonde), Terri
wondered how she'd been reduced to this. Just yesterday, it seemed, she
had been one of the city's top saleswomen. Well, now she was another kind
of saleswomen, she thought bitterly. A whore.

Her thoughts were cut off by the shrill sound of her pager. When she
checked the number, she saw that it was Danielle calling her. More
*********** and degradation.

As Terri squeezed her huge tits into her dress, nearly ripping it, she
sobbed openly. Then, bringing herself under control, she headed out to
perform her duties for her boss.