les histoires de chrislebo

Frank had been inside her pussy now for almost an hour and finally pulled himself out of her pussy with a plop and letting all that seed escape onto the sheets below. Daisy didn't try to get up. She just laid there with her hands covering her eyes. She was thinking back at the photo album that Silvia showed her of her ********.

Daisy had thought about how dark they were. Jerome had coal black skin and so did Frank. God. What was she going to do if she got pregnant?

Frank's cell phone began to ring. He got off the bed to answer it. It was Billy!

"Yeah. Ok . . . I don't see why not if everything is done. Sure Why not just go home and I'll see you in the morning."

Frank hung up the phone and just realized what he said. There was a power outage and Billy was shutting the garage down. He was on his way home

Daisy stood and Frank grabbed her and kissed her lips.

"Baby. If anything happens, I'll promise to be here for you."

Daisy didn't know what to say to him as she looked around the room at the mess they left. Frank got dressed really fast before Billy arrived. Daisy walked out to the door still dressed in the garter belt and stockings as she said goodbye to Frank.

She agreed to see him over the weekend. He wanted to take her out to a club dancing. She would have to tell Billy she was going out with Silvia. She ran back and yelled out for Silvia as she straightened the bed sheets.

"Silvia. Billy is on his way home and I don't think I have time to take a shower."

"I'll help you but do you know what I found under the spare bed?"

Daisy looked stunned as if it were something bad.

"I found a huge pile of adult books under the bed all dealing with the subject of interracial sex and wife cheating and cuckolding."

Daisy gasped. "What are you saying? My husband is a pervert?"

"Honey. I know we don't have time to discuss this now but you remember telling me that Billy has been having an impotency problem? Well. He might just need that fantasy to get him stimulated enough to stay hard. I've seen this in other men. They can't get hard unless they are living their fantasy!"

"Oh. Silvia. This is a bad time to tell me all of this. Billy is on his way here and I'm full of Frank's seed right now."

"Honey. Go take that shower and we'll talk later. I'll straighten this bed up for you. Now go on!"

Daisy combed her long blonde hair as she thought about the escapade that had happen two weeks ago with Frank. Bill had almost found out about Frank being at the house that afternoon but Silvia helped her get everything cleaned up before Billy arrived home.

If that wasn't nerve racking enough, getting a phone call from Frank's wife a few days later telling her that she knew she was screwing her husband! It completely ruined Daisy's blackmail attempt!

As a matter of fact, Mrs. Jones encouraged her to meet her husband on a weekly basis and threatened to have Billy fired if she didn't cooperate. Daisy just couldn't figure it out! Why would a wife encourage another woman to ***** with her husband?

Daisy slid the green dress around her hips and pulled it over her shoulders as she adjusted the thin material around her large boobs. Daisy would put her thong inside her purse to have something to wear back home this afternoon. She wanted to get this rendevous at the garage done as quickly as she could.

Frank thought it was so funny to fuck with Billy working right there in the garage! Daisy vowed to pay him back, one day soon!

Daisy parked the pickup near the front office and got out of the car looking for Billy inside the garage but didn't see her husband anywhere. Her little ass was swaying as she walked toward the office door. A few of the men in the parking lot gave her wolf calls all the way up to that office door.

Daisy fluffed her long blonde hair back as she walked up to the secretary. "I have an anointment with Frank this afternoon."

The secretary smirked at Daisy as she got on the phone and told Frank that his anointment was here.

"You can go right in there. Frank is waiting for you."

Daisy gave the secretary a nasty look knowing that she must be aware of why she was there to see her husband's boss. Maybe Frank had done this with other wives in the past.

"Daisy! Don't you look good enough to eat this afternoon!"

"Frank! What is this bullshit about your wife knowing that we been screwing? What kind of game are you playing with me and my husband?"

"Relax! I'll explain everything in a moment. Bring that darling little ass over here next to the window and watch your husband doing his job."

Daisy reluctantly walked next to Frank and starred out into the garage thought the one way glass. Frank began rubbing his hand on her ass while she glanced out in the garage.

"Frank. You're a bastard! Why don't you get something to cover up this window? I'm not going to allow you to fuck me on this table like you did before!"

Frank laughed as he pulled the beautiful housewife next to him and began rubbing her ass and pulling down the strap on her dress. He kissed her bare shoulder as Daisy tried to squirm out of his grip.

"Baby. Relax! . I don't intend to fuck you in here. We did that last time. I like to make things more exciting!"

Daisy pulled away and adjusted the strap on her dress. "Frank. What the fuck is your sick mind thinking about today? You want me to bring my husband in here so he can watch? Is that it Frank?"

Frank tried to grab Daisy but she backed away as he laughed and replied. "Honey. That's not what I have in mind at all today! Just give me a moment and I have a bed all fixed for us to have a little romp in the hay."

Frank dialed ths shop phone and Daisy watched her husband through the one way glass window as he answered it out in the garage.

"Billy. Go out back and help the guys unload that delivery truck for me."

Daisy watched as her husband hung up the phone and walked out back behind the garage as Frank grabbed her by her arm and pushed her out the back door of his office.

"Frank! What the hell are you doing? Where are you taking me?"

"Relax. Baby. Just follow me out here."

Frank walked Daisy out into the garage where the big semi truck Billy was working on sat and reached up and grabbed the door handle and motioned for Daisy to jump up into the cab.

"Frank! What is the matter with you? My husband is going to be back any minute and catch us in here!"

"Quick! Get up in there and crawl back into the *****er."

Frank watched Daisy's little ass climb up onto the seat of the huge truck. He got a quick peek of her bare pussy as she climbed over the seat and crawled into the *****er section of the truck. Frank looked around before climbing up himself and shut the door as he crawled back where Daisy was waiting.

Frank pulled the curtain shut as he began taking off his clothes. Daisy starred in disbelief at Frank as he quickly got naked.

"Frank. This is too crazy! I'm not going to fuck you out here with my husband working underneath this truck!"

Billy was back! They could hear tinkering under the truck.

Frank whispered. "Darling. Don't talk, get that dress over your pretty head for me."

Daisy was angry but pulled the dress up over her hips and wiggled the thin material over her head until her large boobs sprung free and giggled as she pushed the dress down into the mattress and starred angrily at Frank.

Frank reached out and cupped one of her boobs as he leaned forward and gently kissed the nipple. Frank then kissed Daisy on her lips probing his tongue deep inside her mouth. He then scooted back on the bed and laid his head down expecting Daisy to suck him.

She was angry and gave him a nasty look before positioning herself between his legs and rested her arm on his leg as she took his huge black cock in her hand. His cock was already hard as she began to stoke it until she put her mouth down and gave the huge purple head a gentle lick causing him to moan.

Frank put his hand on top of her head wanting her to put it into her mouth. She obliged him by opening her mouth as wide as she could and slowly lowered her head on the large shaft. Daisy was an expert cock sucker and loved to suck her husband's cock.

Daisy took pride in knowing how well she could deep throat a big cock and moved her head up, only to sink back down until the huge head touched the back of her throat. Her mouth was filled with saliva as she continued to suck him.

Daisy would spit her saliva out along the shaft, and then she would lick it back up then slowly lower her face down on the thick black shaft again. Daisy was dropping her face down onto the black cock again when the door of the truck opened.

Daisy froze with Frank's huge shaft stuck in her throat and heard Billy fumbling at the wheel of the truck. She slowly raised her head before she ****** on the huge shaft and kept her lips against the big mushroom head as they listened to Billy in the front seat.

Daisy's heart beat faster as the black curtain began moving. Billy must have bumped it with his elbow or something. If Bill were to open that curtain, he would surely get the shock of his life seeing his wife with a huge back cock stuck to her lips.

Frank was trying to encourage Daisy to keep sucking his cock. He was getting his jollies knowing Billy was behind that curtain. Daisy engulfed the shaft once again as Frank raised his hips off the mattress.

The truck engine started but Daisy kept sucking on Frank until he grabbed her arm and pulled her on top of his legs. Daisy straddled his cock and positioned herself above his shaft and slowly guided him inside her wet pussy and slowly slipped herself down.

The truck was moving now as Billy put it in gear and backed out of the space inside the garage and pulled forward as Daisy held onto the edge of the padded wall. Frank started to fuck Daisy as he held onto her ass and bounced her up and down his thick shaft as Billy drove out of the parking lot.

Daisy's boobs were swinging back and forth as the truck rolled out onto the road. Frank grabbed the opportunity to catch one of her huge tits in his mouth and gently sucked and bit on the nipple as she moved up and down on his cock.

Frank began to *****, Daisy's ass down on his cock with ***** now as he kept pushing his hips up to meet her downward thrusts. The roar of the truck was loud as Billy took it onto the expressway for a test drive as Daisy began to cum.

She opened her mouth as if she were going to scream but Frank held the palm of his hand against her lips keeping any noise from escaping from her mouth. Daisy's body was shaking as she rode Frank's cock and bucked like a wild bronco as she came.

Billy turned on the radio as Frank labored with Daisy in the back as Daisy reached her second orgasm within seconds of the first one. Billy turned the radio off and they quickly stopped cold on the bed. Billy must have thought he heard something and was trying to listen. The radio got turned back on again and they started to fuck where they left off.

Frank was working his face back and forth between the two large tits as Daisy pushed her boobs down so he could have better access to suck on them. He was bitting the nipples as Daisy squeezed her pussy around Frank's big cock.

The truck turned a corner causing Daisy to lose her balance and for a split second, her hand popped through the black curtain. Luckily that Billy was watching the road and didn't see it. Frank began pumping into Daisy much harder causing her to squeal but Billy thought it was coming from the country song he was playing and singing along to.

Daisy was pushing herself down so hard that the noise of their skin slapping together was getting much louder. Daisy's boobs were swaying back and forth as Frank pushed into her a few last times before sending his hot load of seed deep inside her belly.

Daisy cam one last time as Frank began shooting that hot load into her pussy. She lost her balance again and hit the wall between the driver's seat and the *****ing compartment.

Billy pulled the truck back into the parking lot and pulled it around front of the building. Daisy lay on top of Frank trying to catch her breath as Billy turned off the radio and got out of the truck leaving the engine running.

"Baby. I better get dressed and go and see what that silly husband of yours is up too out there!"

Frank pushed Daisy off and she lay next to him on the mattress as he pulled his pants on. Daisy laid there with her hands covering her eyes thinking about how they almost got caught.

"Frank. You can't go out there now! What if Billy catches you leaving the truck?"

"I have to go see what he's doing out there."

Frank slipped on his shoes and pulled the shirt around his shoulders and got up and walked into the front of the truck and looked around but didn't see Billy anywhere. He turned and peeked back behind the curtain.

"OK. Billy's gone, you can come out now."

Frank stepped down off the truck and walked around the front and saw Billy's legs sticking out from under the truck.

"Billy! What are you doing under there?"

"Oh. Hi, Mr. Jones. I got a squeak under here somewhere."

"Well. Billy. You find that squeak and take care of it!"

Frank walked back into the building and forgot that he just told Daisy that Billy was gone. Billy slid out from under the truck and wiped off his pants and walked around to the cab door and found Daisy starring back down at him from the doorway of the truck.

"Honey! What are you doing out here?"

"Oh. Billy. There you are. I thought this might be the truck you were working on."

Billy climbed up on the truck and gave Daisy a kiss.

"What are you doing over here so late?"

"I was just out shopping and saw the truck out here and thought I'd stop by and talk to you for a minute. That's all!"

Billy pushed on his wife's ass and pushed her back into the cab of the truck.

"Billy. What are you doing? I better get out of here before Mr. Jones catches us."

"Oh. Fuck, Mr. Jones!"

Daisy felt so guilty when her husband said those words but slid up between the seats as Billy got into the truck behind her. Billy pushed the curtain open.

"Honey. Go back there for a minute. I want to show you how this truck is all decked out!"

Daisy got into the ******** compartment as Billy slid through the curtain.

"Oh. Boy. The guy who owns this truck must use it to pick up hookers or something! It smells like sex back here!"

Billy grabbed Daisy's shoulders and began kissing her.

"Billy. I better get going before we get caught out here."

"Don't worry about it. Mr. Jones usually has a meeting with his secretary around this time of the day. I think he is screwing the woman, myself!"

Billy started getting his clothes off as Daisy watched him toss his pants between the curtain. He grabbed a hold of Daisy's tight dress and began trying to slip it up her thighs.

"Honey. I haven't taken a shower today! I might smell really bad!"

Billy didn't pay her much attention as he quickly slipped her dress over her head and leaned forward and began sucking on her tits. Daisy held his face against her boobs as Billy licked her nipples.

He started to fumble with the thong that Daisy had brought with her. It was the only thing that was keeping Frank's seed from dripping down all over the place. Daisy didn't put up much resistance as Billy slipped the thong off his wife's legs and began kissing his way down to her belly and the neatly trimmed pussy mound.

"Billy. I think you better stop. I haven't showered and it's hot. I know I must smell!"

Daisy felt as if she had been talking to the truck because Billy kept going until he positioned himself between her legs and began licking her wet pussy.

Daisy leaned back as she listened to Billy slurping on her pussy. She starred down between her legs waiting for Billy to make some sort of remark about her pussy but he just kept lapping at her.

Daisy pulled her legs back and enjoyed her husband's tongue in her pussy and began humping her ass off the mattress giving him better access to her pussy. Billy was slurping at her like a mad dog in heat until he finally raised up and planted a huge wet passionate kiss on her lips.

Daisy could clearly taste Frank's seed on his tongue and wondered why Billy hadn't noticed the strong smell himself. Billy didn't waste any time as he slipped his cock head between her wet pussy lips and pushed forward as she wrapped her long beautiful legs around her husband.

She was so wet and stretched out from screwing Frank that she just figured Billy would mention it but he just kept ramming himself deep inside her pussy. She was still horny from screwing Frank that she just felt like she was going a second round again and started to lift her hips to match her husband's strokes.

She was completely out of energy and was having a difficult time trying to have another orgasm but she concentrated until she finally had another orgasm. This only sent Billy into a higher rage as he screwed Daisy as hard as he could until her buttocks were bouncing off the mattress and finally shot his load of hot seed deep inside his wife's belly.

Billy was completely out of breath as he rolled over next to his wife leaving a thin trail of cum across her thigh.

Billy put his hand on his wife. "Honey. You must have been really horny! I think that was as wet as I ever saw your pussy!"

Daisy slipped her dress back on and shoved the thong inside her purse and fluffed her hair as Billy tied his shoes. She got down from the truck and waited for Billy to climb down and kissed him one last time before leaving.

"Honey. I always wanted to fuck you in one of these trucks!"

Daisy smiled at her husband and gave him another kiss. "I'll see you later tonight!"

"OK. Honey. I'll be home around five! I have to crawl back under this thing and see where that squeak was coming from."

Daisy got back to her car with a shy of relief and started the engine and waived at Billy as she drove out of the parking lot.

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Nicola's New Boss


Nicola Di Marco grow up in a rough estate called Tanglewood, there were youths on every steet corner and crime was rife. Most people who grow up on the estate ended up in prison or on *****. Throughout her whole ********* Nicola couldn't wait to leave Tanglewood, she hated the place and she really didn't fit in.

Nicola was one of two *********. Her Mum died when Nicola was five years old, so her Dad had to bring the two ********* up alone. Being a single parent meant financially things were very tight, meaning Nicola didn't have expensive stuff like her friends did, but Nicola knew that her Dad had always tried his best for her and her sister.

Nicola though, hated not having the best things that money could buy. So Nicola vowed she was going to make a success out of her life so she could afford the best things in life. Nicola decided to study hard, and she went to university and gained a diploma in business management.

Now at the age of twenty two, Nicola had achieved everything she wanted in life. She lived in a three bedroom terraced house in a posh estate called Ossett, which was on the outskirts of the city. The mortgage payments on her house were high, but Nicola didn't mind that money got a little tight sometimes because generally she had the life she had always dreamed of.

Nicola worked as a personal assistant for a forty eight year old man called John Simpson, who owned a local haulage firm, John's Haulage. Nicola and John had a very good working relationship, and John not having any kids himself treated Nicola like a ********.

Nicola had worked at John's Haulage for two years and she really enjoyed her job. The pay was very good and she enjoyed the fact that she could get dressed up for work everyday, Nicola loved getting dressed up in her nice expensive clothes. Nicola knew that she was a very attractive girl and would love nothing more than cock teasing all of the lorry drivers at work. If she was being completely honest the fact that she knew she could fuck any of them turn her on. She loved that she had all the lorry drivers eating out of her hand.

Nicola had been on holiday for the last three weeks with some of her mates, she had a great time plenty of sun and sea.

As she pulled into the car park at work, she wondered if anything interesting had happened to the place while she had been away.

She entered her office and checked her e mails, they were all just business stuff. As Nicola sat there catching up with her work, her boss entered her office.

"Did you have a good holiday Nicola?" He asked.

"Yes thanks, it was brilliant." She replied.

"That's good then, I'll need to see you in my office later on when you get caught up with your work." John said.

Three hours later Nicola was caught up with her work, so she went to see John in his office.

"You wanted to see me." She asked.

"Yes I did take a seat." He said.

Nicola sat down. John explained to Nicola that because his wife Ann was really ill, she had suffered a nervous breakdown. He had decided to sell his business so that he could look after his wife of twenty three years.

Nicola was stunned by what John had just told her, she couldn't imagine not working for him. She asked if there had been any offers yet. John explained that he was thinking over an offer from Richard Marshall, who owned a much bigger haulage firm, and that they were having a meeting later which he wanted Nicola to attend.

Nicola had met Richard Marshall a few times, he was a stocky bloke with a shaven head, he was in his late thirties and fairly tall. Richard was always dressed in jeans and a shirt with no tie. Nicola had always found that strange, she thought that all business men should wear suits. He had an aura around him, everyone seemed to bow to his every command. Nicola however thought he was a sleaze, at one business meeting Nicola was sure that he had grabbed her arse but she couldn't be sure as there was a crowd of people there.

John told Nicola that Richard had assured him that nobody would be losing their jobs if the deal went through.

Nicola left John's office and even though she had been assured that her job was safe she was still a little worried, she really did need this job to keep her house and her lifestyle that she had worked so hard for.

Later on John phoned Nicola and told her that he and Richard were ready to start their meeting and asked her to come into this meeting.

As soon as Nicola entered the office she could feel Richard undressing her with his eyes.

"Nicola, we meet again." Said Richard.

Richard stood up and kissed Nicola on her cheek, while he placed one of his hands on her bum. What a creep, Nicola thought to herself.

"Your Italian aren't you Nicola?" Asked Richard.

"My Dad's Italian, I'm only half Italian, why's that?" Asked Nicola.

"I've always wondered, that's all." Said Richard.

The meeting went on for just over two hours by the end of the meeting John had agreed to sell his haulage firm to Richard. As Nicola went to leave the office Richard said.

"I'm looking forward to working closely with you Nicola."

Nicola just gave him a fake smile and left the office. That night Nicola got hardly any ***** she was just tossing and turning all night long. She was genuinely worried about her job, even though John said her job was safe she really didn't trust Richard, he gave her the creeps.

Nicola arrived at work the next day, and John told Nicola in private how sad he was that he had to sell the business. Nicola could see how sad he was he looked close to tears. Nicola gave John a hug, telling him he was doing the right thing, he had to look after his wife. "Family should come first no matter what." She told him.

John told all of his workers about him selling up, and that he would be leaving the company in the next few weeks. All his workers looked stunned but most were relieved that such a well known business man like Richard Marshall was taking over the company.

Nicola would see Richard around John's Haulage more and more over the next few days. Every chance that he got he would touch Nicola sometimes holding her hips as he went past her, other times his hand would glide across Nicola's bum, making it appear to be an accident. These little incidents were making Nicola feel uncomfortable. She wanted to say something to John but she knew that he had to much on his mind and it wouldn't be fair of her to say anything to him.

John's last day soon arrived, Nicola was very upset when she saw him leave the gates for the last time. John had been like a Dad to her for the last couple of years.

The next day Nicola turned up for work as normal this is going to be weird, she thought to herself as she entered her office. There was now an extra desk in her office which had an attractive woman, who looked in her mid twenties sat at it. She was smartly dressed in a short black skirt and a tight plain white t shirt.

She had blonde shoulder length hair, her skin was mildly tanned and she the most beautiful blue eyes Nicola had ever seen.

"You must be Nicola, I'm Susan." Said the woman.

"Hi, pleased to meet you Susan." Smiled Nicola.

Susan went on to explain that she was thirty one years old and that she had been Richard's personal assistant for the last ten years.

Susan could see the look of horror in Nicola's eyes, so she assured her that there would be enough work for the both of them.

Richard then called Susan into his office. Nicola just carried on with her work. As much as Nicola liked Susan she did make her feel a little insecure about her job, was Richard that busy that he need two personal assistants? Nicola pondered to herself despite what Susan had told her.

Susan came out of Richard's office about fifteen minutes later, she looked a little flustered.

"Are you ok Susan?" Quizzed Nicola.

"Yeah I'm fine thanks, Richard was just going over a few things with me nothing too important." She responded.

Nicola thought nothing more of it and carried on with her work. A couple of minutes later Richard gave Nicola a document, he asked her to photocopy it for him. He wanted one hundred copies.

Nicola took the document to the photocopier, which was in a narrow corridor on its own. Nicola stood there waiting for the photocopies in her own dream world. Suddenly she felt a hand come from behind her, and grab her pussy through her trousers giving it a gently squeeze. Stunned Nicola just stood there, frozen for a few seconds. Realizing the hand wasn't moving Nicola grabbed the hand and removed it away from her pussy, Nicola spun around to see who it was. It was Richard Marshall.

"What the fuck do you think your doing." Nicola raged at him.

"Don't try telling me you didn't want me to." Smirked Richard as he walked off.

Nicola grabbed the photocopies and walked back to her desk and sat down, she was visibly shaken.

"What's up?" Asked Susan.

"I was just doing them photocopies for Richard and he came up behind me and touched me between my legs." Said Nicola, who was still fuming.

"I wondered how long it would take him don't worry about it. It's best you just forget about it, trust me." Said Susan, trying to calm Nicola down.

"No I won't just forget it." Screamed Nicola.

Nicola got up from her seat and stormed into Richard's office, not even knocking.

"You got those photocopies for me?" Asked Richard.

"Fuck your photocopies how dare you touch me like that, you fucking pervert." Screeched Nicola.

"Do you want to keep your job?" Asked Richard, in a calm voice.

"Well yes, but." Nicola started to reply, but Richard interupted.

"Well sit down and calm down." He said.

Nicola wasn't sure why but for some reason she did as he said and sat down.

"Nicola, your a very attractive girl and I like groping attractive girls so what's the problem?" He asked.

"What's the problem. Your the fucking problem." Snapped back Nicola.

"Look if you want to keep your job here you will let me grope you when I want it's as simple as that." He grinned.

"Fine I quit then." She replied.

"Fine, but you will work your fortnights notice, then you never work as an personal assistant anywhere again, I promise you that." He smiled.

"John will give me a reference I won't need one from you." Nicola snapped.

"Look Nicola, I admire your fight, really I do but trust me you will not get another job within two hundred miles of this place. You won't have the money to pay for that nice house of yours and you can't sell it, not with house prices the way that they are." He said.

"We will see." Barked Nicola.

Nicola then stood up and left his office. She told Susan that she was taking half a day holiday and left her workplace.

Nicola got home and phoned up several places that were looking for people in her line of work. Richard was right everytime she said her name they said the job had been taken. Richard had obviously spread the word about her and nobody would give her a job.

Nicola decided that even though she was so proud of herself for making her life a success, she would rather move back to Tanglewood with her family and work in some dead end job than give in to her slimy boss.

The following day as soon as Nicola arrived at work she headed straight to Richard's office. She couldn't believe what she saw, Susan was on her knees sucking her bosses cock. What a tart, Nicola thought. Richard saw Nicola standing there.

"Best stop now Susan, we've got company. Come back and finish me off as soon as Nicola's gone." Richard said to Susan.

Susan got to her feet and walked out the office, smiling at Nicola as she walked passed her. Richard put his cock back into his jeans.

"Did you find a new job?" Smirked Richard.

"Fuck off you know I didn't. I don't know what you said to them but it doesn't matter anyway, I'd sooner be poor than let you touch me." Barked Nicola, she got up to walk out.

"Tell your Dad I hope he enjoys his time in prison." Laughed Richard.

"What are you on about?" Questioned Nicola.

"You'll see, soon enough." He smiled.

Nicola went back into her office. Susan got up and went straight into Richard's office, to finish off what she started earlier. Susan returned their the office ten minutes later.

"Have you got no self respect?" Nicola asked her.

"You've got no idea. Trust me by the end of the week he will have you as well." Susan replied.

"No way I'm nothing like that." Hissed Nicola.

Four hours had now passed and you could cut the atmosphere with a knife, the two of them only spoke when work required them to. Nicola's phone rang, it was Kimberley, her sister, who was crying.

"What's up?" Asked Nicola.

"Dad's been arrested the police found a load of cocaine in his car." Sobbed Kimberley.

"Don't worry I'll sort this." Said Nicola.

Nicola once more stormed into Richard's office without knocking.

"You fucking bastard, what have you done to my Dad? Why are you doing this to me?" Yelled Nicola.

"Don't worry your Dad will only get a caution, so what's the problem?" Smiled Richard.

"Your such an arsehole. I hate you and I'm still quitting." Screamed Nicola.

"That's fine quit if you want. Tomorrow your Dad will get sacked and then he'll get beaten up." He said.

"Don't talk so stupid. I quit and i'm not serving my notice take me to court if you want, I really don't care there's no way I'll work for you for a moment longer." Fumed Nicola.

Nicola turned around and walked out of the office and went home.

At ten o'clock the following day Nicola was woken up by a phone call, it was Kimberley.

"What's up?" Answered Nicola.

"Dad's been sacked and on his way home he got beaten up by two men." Sobbed Kimberley.

"Is he alright?" Nicola asked.

"Yeah, just cuts and bruises mainly." Replied Kimberley.

"I'll be around soon, I've just got some business to take care of." Said Nicola.

Nicola was fuming, she'd never been so angry in her life. She got out of bed and put on the first clothes that she saw, a black wooly jumper and a pair of tight blue jeans. She drove straight to the haulage yard and went into to Richard Marshall's office slamming the door behind her.

"What's my Dad ever done to you?" Shouted Nicola.

"It's like this Nicola I always get what I want and I want you. Today was just the beginning. If you don't give me what i want, tomorrow your Dad and your sister will be in hospital. It's up to you?" Said Richard.

"But I don't understand why you are doing this to me and my family. We have never hurt anyone." Said Nicola, as she slowly started to cry.

"I thought i made it quite clear why I'm doing this. I want you that's why. I bought this place so I could get you and what I want I get. You will end up fucking me or like I said, your family will be eating their food in hospital." He grinned.

"But please." She sobbed.

"Look I own this city, every **** dealer works for me, all the prostitutes are pimped by me, hell half the police ***** work for me. So unless do as I say when I say, your family will get beaten up everytime they leave their house. What happened to your Dad was just a warning. Do we have an agreement?" He asked.

Realizing that Richard was telling the truth, and that she had no choice, Nicola nodded her head. Crying she quietly replied.

"Yes I understand anything you want."

"Good I'm glad you've finally come around to my way of thinking. Now stand up." He said.

Nicola obeyed to what he said, getting up off her chair.

"Now Nicola I'd like you to strip for me." He demanded.

Nicola just stood there not knowing what to do. She really didn't want to undress in front of him but she knew what would happen if she didn't.

"NOW" Richard barked.

This was the only warning that Nicola needed, she pulled off her shoes that she was wearing, followed by her black wooly jumper, next she unzipped her jeans and slid them down her tanned legs before stepping out of them. Nicola now stood in front of her boss in just her light pink bra and matching thong.

"And the rest." Smiled Richard.

Knowing objecting was pointless, she unhooked her bra allowing it to fall to the floor and pulled down her thongs. As she bent over and pulled down her thong, Richard couldn't help but stare at her huge tits as they dangled down.

Nicola was now stood completely naked in front of Richard, her hands were covering her breasts though.

"Put your hand by your side." He ordered.

Nicola who was now crying her eyes out once more did as she was ordered slowly dropping her hands by her side. Her body began to shake as she felt the cold breeze of the air conditioner blew onto her naked body. As she stood trembling completely naked in front of her boss. Richard stood there and admired the five foot four inches of pure beauty. His eyes started at her feet working their way up her toned legs, up to her pussy, her black pubic hair was neatly trimmed in a tiny strip.

"Tonight you will shave your cunt bald for me got that?" Richard commanded.

Nicola hated the word cunt, she found it so vulgar.

"Yes, yes I understand." Sobbed Nicola, who had never been so humiliated in her life, she was hating every minute of this ordeal.

His eyes wondered up her toned stomach, by the athletic shape of Nicola's body it was obvious that she kept herself fit and in shape. His eyes were now fixed on her enormous tits, which were nice and pert, not to mention beautifully tanned. She must of sunbathed topless on holiday, Richard thought. Nicola's nipples were slightly larger than most womens, but her body was perfect.

"What bra size are you? Your tits are wonderful." He asked.

"Thirty four D." She sobbed.

"Thirty four D Susan's only a thirty two B." Richard said.

He then moved his eyes up to her face, she had lovely big lips. They must be great for sucking cock, he thought. He then stared into her beautiful hazel coloured eyes.

Richard walked up to Nicola and ran his hand down her long black hair which went just below her tits. He couldn't help but run his fingertip over her nipple on the way past it. Nicola shuddered as his fingertip touched her nipple.

"You truly are a perfect specimen of the female species. Now stand in the middle of my office." He told her.

Nicola once more obeyed, she turned around and walked into the middle of the office. Richard couldn't take his eyes off her butt cheeks as she walked, they were gorgeous.

Richard leaned back on his desk and picked up his phone.

"Susan get in here I need some relieve." He said.

Richard unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, and they fell to his ankles. Nicola couldn't help but look at his already hard cock she had to admit that it was a good size, about nine and a half inches long and fairly wide.

Susan entered the office and walked past Nicola.

"My you are excited sir." Said Susan, as she wrapped her fingers around his rock hard shaft, wanking it slowly.

"What do you expect look at how hot Nicola is." He said.

Susan turned her head so that she was facing Nicola.

"You are right she's hot." Susan cooed.

This made Nicola's cheeks blush.

Susan dropped to her knees and grabbed the base of his cock in her hand, she then put the whole shaft in her mouth as she sucked up and down on his nine and a half inch pole. Richard let out a moan as Susan's warm mouth continued to suck on his cock.

"You like this don't you?" Teased Susan, as she tickled the tip of his glistening cock with her tongue.

"Yeah, I love it baby." Panted Richard, who looked up at Nicola while he said it.

Nicola couldn't believe what she was witnessing, but she had to admit that watching a sexy woman like Susan sucking a big cock had started to turn her on.

Susan licked all the way down his large veiny cock, taking one of his pubic hair covered balls into her mouth and sucked on it hard, while her hand pumped his cock for all it was worth.

"Your such a fucking slut Susan." Groaned Richard.

"I'm your slut." Moaned Susan, who was clearly enjoying giving her boss head.

Susan was now rubbing his helmet over her face, smearing his pre cum all over her face and lips. Susan covered Richard's shaft with her mouth once more, this time though Richard grabbed the back of Susan's head and fucked her mouth. Nicola could hear Susan letting out a mumbled moaned.

"I'm gonna cum get up Susan I want to cum all over the floor."

Susan rose to her feet, never letting go of his cock. She wanked it furiously.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, fuck." Moaned Richard.

His balls tightened and his face crunched up as his cock exploded and his cum flew all over the red carpet in his office.

Richard pulled Susan towards him and put one hand up her skirt and gave her moist pussy a little squeeze through her knickers.

"You really did enjoy that didn't you slut?" He laughed.

"Yes sir." Replied Susan, as she turned and walked out the office. Smiling at Nicola as she passed her.

Nicola couldn't believe that Richard had just used Susan like that, he really did treat her like a whore. Nicola now realized that Richard must of trapped Susan the same way he's trapping her.

"Come over here Nicola." Said Richard, as he motioned her over with his finger and put his dick away with his other hand.

Slowly Nicola walked over to him. Her large breasts bouncing with every step that she took. She was terrified. What's he gonna make me do? Nicola thought. She stood in front of him carefully placing her feet so that she didn't stand in any of his cum.

"Did you enjoy the show Nicola?" He asked.

"You really are sick, how can you use someone like that?" She replied.

"Because I'm Richard Marshall people do as I say, when I say. Just like your gonna learn to." He boasted.

Nicola turned to walk away, but Richard grabbed her arm, with a firm grip.

"I wouldn't do that if I was you, you don't want to be responsible for your family getting hurt do you?" He said.

Realizing she had little choice, Nicola turned back to face him.

"No, no I don't. I'm sorry for trying to walk away." She said, knowing she was defeated.

Richard looked into her eyes he could see the fear in them.

"Get on your hands and knees and lick that cum off my carpet now." He ordered her.

"B..b..but that's disgusting." She stuttered.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, pulling it back roughly. It hurt Nicola and made her yelp.

"We can do this the easy way or the hard way, it's up to you." Barked Richard.

"Ok, I'm sorry I'll do it just please let go of my hair." She sobbed.

Richard let go of her hair. Nicola looked at him one last time hoping he'd change his mind, but he didn't. Nicola got on to her hands and knees and started to lick the cum up off the floor. The cum tasted disgusting, every bit as bad as she had imagined it would. Nicola had never let any of her boyfriends cum in her mouth she always thought of it as degrading. Her long black hair fell forward covering her face and got cum matted into it.

"Pull your hair back I want to see you lap up my cum up." Ordered Richard.

Nicola did as she was told and with one hand she pulled her hair back so that Richard could watch her ***********. Her tongue was slowly licking all the cum up. Everytime she swallowed any down her throat she would gag.

"I think you've got it all off the floor, it's just that bit on my shoe left now." Chuckled Richard.

There was none on his shoes, Nicola knew this was just his way of showing her that he was the boss. Nicola began to lick his shoes clean. She was crying with ***********.

"That's enough did you enjoy that?" He asked.

"Yeah great." Replied Nicola sarcastically, as she returned to her feet.

"Don't get funny with me bitch." Seethed Richard, as he pinched her nipple roughly.

"Aaaaaaaaaaawwwwwww." Yelled Nicola in pain.

"If your nice to me, I'll be nice to you. Now did you enjoy that?" He asked once more.

"Yes, I enjoyed it sir." She lied.

"That's better now i'd better say sorry to that nipple hadn't I." He grinned.

He released his grip on Nicola's nipple and placed his mouth on it instead. Nicola froze as his warm silva covered her nipple. He gently sucked and licked her oversized nipple until it was erect.

Knowing that she was letting her boss, who she hated so much was suck on her tit disgusted her. Unfortunately for Nicola because her nipples were so sensitive she couldn't prevent them getting erect.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He asked.

"Yes sir I enjoyed it." Said Nicola, knowing she had to tell him what he wanted to hear.

"Now get dressed and go home, I want you back in here at nine o'clock and remember to shave your pussy, I will be checking and from now on no more trousers, only skirts. Oh I also like stockings and suspenders." Said Richard.

Nicola just nodded turned around and put her clothes back on and left his office in tears.

As soon as Nicola left Richard's office she ran to the toilet to wash her mouth with water. She brushed his dried up spunk out of her hair and put her long black hair back in a ponytail.

She then got into her car and headed to Tanglewood to see her Dad. Nicola arrived at her Dad's house and got out of her car. She heard a voice shout.

"Get your tits out." Nicola turned around to see who it was, it was a group of youths who were hanging about on the corner. This is why I hate this place so much, she thought to herself.

Nicola entered her Dad's house. Her Dad was sat on his sofa in the lounge. When Nicola saw the state of him she burst out in tears. Both his eyes were black, his nose was broken and he had a massive thick lip. He was a complete mess. Even though Nicola knew it wasn't directly her fault she felt really guilty.

"Don't worry Nicola it looks a lot worse than it actually is." Her Dad lied to reassure her.

"W..what happened to you Dad?" Stuttered Nicola, who was now sobbing.

"I left the shop and two burly blokes dragged me down the alley, and started to attack me. The strange thing is when they had finished they said that Marshy had sent them to beat me up. I don't even know who this Marshy is." He explained.

"Perhaps it was a case of mistaken identity." Lied Nicola.

"Yeah probably." He replied.

Nicola then headed upstairs to see her Sister. When she entered Kimberley's bedroom, Kimberley was in there with her long time boyfriend Bobby Platt.

Nicola was quite glad that Bobby was there. He was twenty years old and he was very street wise, maybe he can give me some information on Richard, thought Nicola.

"You seen the state of Dad?" Asked Kimberley.

"Yeah he sure is a mess. I wonder who this Marshy is and why he would want Dad beaten up?" Answered Nicola.

"Bobby thinks it must be a case of mistaken identity." Kimberley replied.

"Do you know him?" Nicola asked him.

"Not directly, but I know who he is." He said.

"Spill the beans then." Nicola quizzed him.

"His real name is Richard Marshall he's responsible for ninety per cent of the crime around here. Nobody ever messes with him because if they do they end up beaten up or worse, dead." Bobby explain.

Nicola felt the colour drain from her cheeks. It finally began to dawn on her how much of a psychopath Richard really was. Nicola had a weird feeling in her stomach, she was scared but for some strange rea*** the more scared she got the more turned on she got. What is wrong with me, she thought.

Nicola made an excuse and left her Dad's house as she drove past the gang of youths who shouted her earlier thet all blew her a kiss. Nicola just ignored them and drove home.

By the time she arrived home she was shaking like a leaf. She hated her new boss but at the same time she knew there was a spark of chemistry between the pair of them.

Nicola ran herself a hot bath. When she was in the bath Nicola remembered that Richard had ordered her to shave all of her pubic hair off. Nicola hated the thoughts of shaving her pussy bald, it seemed so degrading to her he was deciding how she would have something as private as that. She also didn't understand the obession some lads had with women having a bald pussy, it seem unnatural to her.

Never the less Nicola proceeded with shaving her private parts completely bald. Once she had shaved all the hair off she ran her fingers down her labia to check that it was nice and smooth.

Nicola decided to have an early night. As she laid in her bed all she could think about was Richard. As much as she tried to fight these thoughts the stronger her thoughts became.

Nicola woke up the next morning and got dressed for work. She put on a pair of black knickers which had a strip of beige lace on the front of them. She then put on a black lace wonderbra. This created loads of cleavage.

Nicola then picked out a charcoal coloured knee length pencil skirt, which she tucked a purple silk short sleeved blouse into. She left the top two buttons of her blouse undone so that it showed off the top of her cleavage.

She straightened her long hair and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked sexy but classy at the same time.

Nicola then drove to work and entered her office. Susan was already there. As Susan stood up Nicola saw she was wearing a black lace, slash neck mini dress with an open back. Her hair was brushed back in a ponytail, she looked absolutely stunning.

"Susan I'd like to say sorry for saying that you had no self respect yesterday." Apologized Nicola.

"Don't worry about it, I would of thought the same if I was you." Said Susan.

The pair of women sat down started to get on with their work.

"Susan if you don't mind me asking how did Richard end up trapping you?" Enquired Nicola.

Susan explained that when she first started working for Richard she had a one year old baby boy, and that Richard was really flexible with the days and hours that she'd work. After a couple of months he'd start touching her up, discreetly at first then he started grabbing her boobs.

This was when Susan had a word with Richard about what he was doing to her. Richard just told her that she didn't have a choice, so she quit. Within hours her husband Joe was put into hospital and her baby was *********. Richard came around to see her and basically told her that if she didn't do as she was told, she would never see her *** again and her husband would spend the rest of his life in and out of hospital.

That was when she realized that she didn't have a choice and she agreed to do whatever Richard wanted her to do.

Nicola couldn't believe the lengths that Richard would go to, to get what he wanted.

"You must hate him." Nicola said.

"Hate doesn't come close to it, I detest the bloke." Susan explained.

"Have there been any other girls?" Questioned Nicola.

"There's been plenty. Some he got bored of, others wouldn't do as he said and they would conveniently disappear." Replied Susan.

Nicola now realized how much of a control freak Richard was and how much power the man had.

Richard then entered their office. He stood behind Susan as she remained seated doing her work. He started groping her tits through her dress.

"You girls getting on ok?" He asked, while still playing with Susan's breasts.

"Like a house on fire." Responded Susan.

"We are one big happy family then. Nicola I want to see you in my office now." Commanded Richard.

Nicola followed her boss into his office. Richard sat back on his desk and Nicola stood directly in front of him.

"Did you shave your cunt like I told you to." Asked Richard.

Nicola just stood there and nodded her head. She felt disgusted in herself for giving in to him so easily.

Richard stood up and circled Nicola while he gently blew on her. As his hands gently touched her arse through the fabric of her skirt Nicola could feel her slit slowly becoming wet.

"Did you enjoy shaving your cunt for me?" He quietly asked in her ear.

Nicola didn't reply she just stood there in silence trying to keep what little digity she had left. Richard slapped her arse cheek so hard that it echoed around the office. This made Nicola stumble forward and she had to put arms out to catch herself on the desk.

"We will try again. Did you enjoy shaving that cunt of yours?" He asked once more.

This time Nicola knew better than not to answer and nodded her head.

"I want to see, lift up your skirt." He ordered.

Nicola slowly lifted her skirt up her tanned legs all the way to her hips, exposing her panties. Richard was still stood behind her as he moved her hair and started kissing Nicola's neck.

Nicola could feel her clit swelling in excitment as Richard carried on gently kissing her neck.

"Now remove your knickers for me." He demanded.

Richard oozed power and it was really having an affect on Nicola. As she pulled down her panties she realized just how much of an affect Richard was having on her. They were soaking wet.

Now that her knickers were removed Richard ran a finger gently down her slit. Nicola was so wet that a digit slipped straight into her swollen mould. Nicola let out a quiet moan as he gently fingered her wet pussy.

Richard yanked Nicola's hair back and he could see that her eyes were closed and she was biting her bottom lip. She was obviously trying to fight her body.

"Oooooooooooooohhh." Moaned Nicola, as Richard slipped a second finger into her and started to finger fuck her roughly.

Richard knew that Nicola was losing her fight against her body and let go of her hair. His hand roamed down her back making it arch and her naked arse moved onto his rock hard penis, that was stretching his trousers.

Richard's hand made it down to Nicola's virgin anus and a finger rubbed her arse crack. Nicola wanted to moved his finger from her arse crack but she was either too scared or too turned on to move it.

Self consciously Nicola had spread her legs wider and was grinding her pussy down hard onto his fingers.

"Oooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Nicola groaned, as an orgasm shuddered through her body. Her juices covered his fingers.

Richard removed his fingers from between her legs and offered them to Nicola's mouth. Nicola didn't hesistate and sucked all of her love juices off his fingers.

Richard left Nicola stood there, still with her skirt hitched up to her hips and with no knickers on and sat down in his chair behind his desk.

"Did you enjoy that?" He asked.

Nicola's cheeks blushed in embarrassment as she nodded her head.

"Fucking tell me." He shouted at her.

Fearing that Richard was about to lose his temper Nicola replied in a soft voice.

"Yes I enjoyed it."

"Enjoyed what?" He quizzed her in an angry voice.

Knowing exactly what Richard wanted to hear Nicola once more replied in a soft voice.

"I enjoyed you finger fucking me."

Richard let out a wide smile, knowing that he had Nicola exactly where he had wanted her for such a long time.

"Cover yourself up and get back to work." He commanded.

Nicola pulled down her skirt and put her knickers back on, left his office and went back to work. As Nicola sat down it her desk she was still in a sexual daze.

"Is everything ok?" Asked Susan.

"Yeah everything's fine thanks." Nicola answered. Everything wasn't fine though, she was still trying to work out how Richard had managed to get into her head. She hated the man with a passion so why was she getting more and more desperate to feel his cock inside her.

As the hours passed Nicola's frustration didn't subside. She still couldn't figure out why she was having these feelings for Richard.

Nicola and Susan had a hour of their work left when Richard called them both into his office. As they made their way to his office Nicola asked Susan.

"What do you think he wants with us."

"It could be anything." Susan replied.

The two women knocked on Richard's office door and entered. Nicola got that feeling in her stomach again when she saw Richard sat behind his desk.

"Susan come sit on my desk, right in front of me." He demanded.

Susan walked over to his desk and sat on it. Nicola was still stood near the door as she saw Richard lean forward. His hand opened Susan's legs and as one of his hands disappeared up her dress Nicola heard Susan moan and groan.

Richard suddenly removed his hand from between Susan's legs and sat back in his chair.

"Nicola come sit over here with me." He demanded.

"But thre's no spare chairs." Nicola explained.

"Sit on my knee then." Said Richard as he patted his knee.

Nicola was nervous but excited as she walked over and placed herself on her bosses knee. Nicola was facing Susan with her back to Richard.

As Nicola looked up at Susan she saw that she was wearing no knickers. Her pussy was shaved bald and was looking moist.

"Susan fuck that cunt of yours." He demanded.

Susan placed a finger in her mouth and swiftly sucked on the digit. She then removed her finger from her mouth and slowly flicked her clit. As she did this she let out a little moan.

Susans's finger left her clit and a finger disappeared into her wet bald love tunnel as she slowly began to finger fuck herself.

"Ooooooooooohhhh you like this baby?" Susan cooed.

"Yeah baby." Replied Richard.

Even though Nicola had never found women sexually attractive she couldn't take her eyes off Susan. So much so that she didn't notice that Richard had unbuttoned her blouse and had just pulled her bra cups down leaving her breasts fully exposed.

As Richard pulled on Nicola's nipples she realized what he had done as a quake of excitement zipped through her body.

Susan now had two fingers insert in her mould. Her hips were grinding her pussy down hard onto her two fingers.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Susan moaned loudly as she was obviously nearing an orgasm.

Richard was still pulling and pinching Nicola's now fully erect nipples. Nicola had began to rock back and forth on Richard's lap. She could feel that his cock was hard as it pressed on her arse cheeks, through the material of their clothes.

Susan was fucking herself at a frantic pace, her pussy was squelching as her fingers moved in and out of her drenched vigina.

Nicola saw Susan's eyes close as she leaned back on the desk and screamed in delight.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm I'm cumming." As a trickle of her love juice drop off her fingers and onto the desk.

"You want me to fuck you Susan?" Asked Richard.

"Please fuck me with your big cock." Begged Susan as she carried on fucking herself.

"Bend over my desk then." He said.

Susan got off his desk and bent over it. She lifted her dress up to expose her dripping wet pussy.

Richard made Nicola get off his knee and unzipped his jeans dropping them to his ankles. Much to Nicola's surprise Richrd spat on his nob and pulled Susan's arse cheeks apart.

"Ooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhh." Susan shrieked as he slammed his nine inch cock into her arsehole.

Richard pulled on Susan's ponytail as he furiously fucked Susan's arse. He pulled his cock out of her anus and teasingly rubbed it up and down her arse crack.

"Please fuck my arse now you bastard." Pleaded Susan.

Richard once more thundered his cock into her arsehole making Susan scream in delight again.

With her tits still exposed Nicola stood there watching her boss arse fuck her work mate. Nicola could feel that her snatch was getting really wet, she even thought about slipping a finger inside her wet cunt.

Susan's now had two fingers inside her pussy while Richard continued fucking her arse.

"Fuck my arse harder I'm so close to cumming." Susan screamed in ecstasy.

Richard fucked her arse even harder than he was before, his balls slapping onto Susan's hand that was inside her pussy.

"Arghhhhh." Richard growled as his jizz fulled Susan's arse.

He pulled his now limp penis out of her stretched butt hole and pulled his jeans up.

"Please fuck me again I'm so close." Moaned Susan while she continued to finger her gash.

"Open your arsehole for me then." Richard ordered.

Susan removed her fingers from her pussy and grabbed a buttock in each hand pulling them apart, revealing her wide arsehole.

Richard grabbed Nicola by her hair and dragged her over to where Susan was bent over the desk. He ****** her onto her knees and stuck her face near Susan's sweaty arsehole.

"Please don't make me do this." Nicola pleaded.

Richard ignored her pleas and pushed her face into Susan's gaping butt hole.

"Clean my mess up." Richard demanded.

The smell was revolting and Nicola tried to struggle free but it was no use, Richard had a vice like grip on her head.

Knowing the sooner she started the sooner the ordeal would be over with Nicola relucantly stuck her tongue out and tasted Susan's cum filled arsehole. It tasted vile, even worse than what she imagined it would.

Susan backed her arse up to Nicola's face ******* Nicola's tongue further up her dark hole, as Nicola slowly rimmed her.

"Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhh more, lick my arse more." Moaned Susan, who was clearly completely lost in a sexual trance.

For some reason this spurred Nicola on as she started to lick quicker. Her tongue was now darting in and out of her anus.

Everytime Nicola swallowed some of Richard's spunk from Susan's arse she would gag. Nicola had never been so humiliated in her life. Up to yesterday she had never had any cum in her mouth, now she was eating cum out of another woman's anus.

Nicola had now managed to clean all of Richard's semen from Susan's dark hole and was tonguing her bob hole.

Nicola felt Susan's body shudder as an orgasm thundered through Susan's body.

"Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Susan moaned.

Richard let go of Nicola's head. Immediately Nicola shot her head away from Susan's anus.

"Susan you may now go home." He said.

Susan pulled herself up off the desk, pulled her dress down and left the office. Leaving Nicola alone with Richard.

"You enjoyed that didn't you whore." Laughed Richard.

Any feelings of lust that Nicola had felt for him earlier had now long disappeared. She now just felt a strong feeling of hatred towards him.

"Fuck off I hate you." Fumed Nicola.

As she walked up to him in a rage she launched a slap towards him. Richard caught her hand though. He pulled her arm up behind her back and bent her over his desk.

"Aaaarghhhhh." Nicola scream in agony, it felt like he was going to break her arm.

"Please let go of my arm. You're going to break it." She screamed.

Richard let go of her arm and pushed her face onto his desk, crushing her face between his hand and the desk.

He roll her skirt up her legs with his spare hand until her knickers were on display. He tugged her knickers down to her knees.

"You need to be taught a lesson bitch." He barked.

"SMACK." He Slapped her left buttock as hard as he could. It left a giant hand print on her cheek.

"Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrghhh." She screamed as another blow landed painfully on her other cheek.

After slapping each cheek ten times he stopped slapping her butt and let her go. Nicola was crying uncontrollably she has never been in so much pain. Her cheeks felt like they were on fire.

"Now fuck off home and don't you dare ever try slapping me again. Next time I'll put you in hospital." He screamed at her.

Nicola pulled up her knickers and left his office still crying her eyes out.

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Fuck Team and the Faggot
The faggot was led into the room. He was seventeen and

graduating from high

school. Everybody knew he was a fucking faggot, and he had

already gone

through hell, but nothing like this. Today he had to face

the Fuck Team.

The Fuck Team was a name Matt had given to the swim team

captains for the

next year, the high school juniors who would be seniors in

September and

taking over when Matt and the others graduated. So of

course there had to be

an initiation...a celebration of their Seniorhood, of their

being the big

men at the high school, of having all the girls int he

school, Freshmen on

up, throw their mouths and pussies at their

senior cocks.

Matt kind of owned the faggot. Well, he had

pictures of the faggot blowing an ******** kid at school, a

freshman. So

of course, he simply threatened to turn the faggot over to

the police for

***** ***********, unless the faggot did every fucking

thing he wanted. The

faggot who was seventeen and handsome and sweet and quiet

and didn't want to

make any trouble was trapped. He had become Matt's

plaything, his toy all

year. Sometimes late at night after Matt had fucked his

girlfriend until she

could not walk, he would show up at the faggot's house,

wanting his dirty

dick licked clean. Matt was so fucking

handsome that a small part of the faggot actually enjoyed

it, and part of




him hated the ***********. He wanted love. But he

certainly wouldn't find

it at his high school. The faggot didn't like to lick

Matt's dirty dick

clean especially after it had been up his girlfriend's

asshole. Matt's

girlfriend who was only 14 hated getting fucked in the ass,

so of course

Matt did it all the time. He was that kind of guy. His

eight and a half

inch prick stretched that poor girl something awful. He had

fucked the

faggot's ass too...not out of any pleasure. No no, it was

strictly a power

fuck. Usually for fun for himself and his buddies, they

would ***** beer and

watch the faggot shove household items up his boytwat. The

had ****** him

to shove a broom handle up his ass and dance around that

way for thirty

minutes...as well as a flashlight, a baseball bat, a

rolling

Pin, several cucumbers, and all kinds of other stuff.

Sometimes the faggot

had to miss school because he couldn't walk. His stretched

out hole was

simply too sore. His grades went from straight A's down to

D's and nobody

knew why, although Mr. Coulter the counselor suspected

*****. The faggot's

mom would have been beside her self with worry, but she was

already beside

herself with the divorce and the wine, so she

hardly noticed.

The faggot cried himself to ***** most nights. Here was

this seventeen year

old five foot eleven dark haired handsome hunk with a very

nice body,

sobbing every




night and praying for some help...some release from the release from the

constant torment and

***********. His only hope was that soon these guys would

graduate, and it

would all be over.

And the sad sick thing about it all was that he secretly

did have a crush

on Matt. Well who wouldn't? The kid was a dreamboat: curly

hair, strong

swimmers body, good tight ass with smooth muscular globes,

and a huge

fucking dick that was the talk of the whole school. ****,

everybody in the

school knew that he had fucked five different girls

pregnant, and still the

twats lined up for him. Even when he was dating one girl in

a kind of steady

way, he was still fucking others and everyone knew it. For

a girl to go

steady with Matt, meant that she was only fucked by him,

but he could still

fuck around. Matt took what he wanted from life. The

faggot got what life

handed him.

The fuck team drank beer that afternoon while the faggot

was made to strip

and dance naked in front of them. They called it "sick"

"perverted"

"depraved," but more than one sixteen or seventeen year old

prick was hard

and soon dripping. The guys on the team were made to wear

their swim suits

so Matt could see every hard teenage dick. He took pictures

of them so that

he could have these boys too under his thumb if he

ever needed it. ****, Alex Theil's ****** was fucking rich,

and Matt might

need some extra money in college. So the more ***** these

boys got,the




harder their dicks

Became and the more they leaked into their tight speedos.

Its a fucking lie

that ***** makes dicks soft in teenagers anyway. *****

makes the dick hard

and leaking like a fucking faucet and

ready to fuck anything in sight.

And what was in sight was the faggot. First, Matt made

the boys strip

and show their assholes to the faggot. The faggot had to

crawl to each new

swim team Varsity guy and lick his asshole. Not just

lick. He had to stick

his seventeen year old faggot tongue way up, deep, into the

dude's asshole,

way up his shitter and then wiggle it

around. The guys were really embarrassed by this and at

first, and several

of them didn't want to play, but Matt's cajoling and his

threats kept them

in the game.

But even they had to admit it was incredible to have a

tongue up the

asshole. Many of them unlike Matt, had never done this

with their

girlfriends. Matt made every one of his conquests suck his

ass. He did it

on the second or third date. If the chick wouldn't suck

ass, he dropped her

and spread rumors around the school that she was a scag.

Four girls this

year alone had changed schools because of Matt's rumors.

When you are a

star athlete and cutest boy in

the school, you call the shots. Matt had had girls as

young as eleven suck

his ass. And now these other, more innocent, high school

boys were learning

the joys of getting their shitters sucked by a faggot. The

faggot did the

best job he could because he feared Matt's anger. Matt's

anger could mean a

ping pong paddle on the faggot's nut sack until the balls

were black and

swollen the size of grapefruit. Matt's anger could mean

that the faggot had

to suck off Matt's dog Macbeth.This was a regular

punishment for the poor

faggot. The fagoot would much rather suck teenage boy ass.

And

Besides, he was a faggot. Wasn't he? He had resigned

himself to that long

long ago. As a sophomore, he had had a steady girlfriend,

even fucked her,

but then he had gotten somehow involved with this freshman

kid. He started

out tutoring him and ended up sucking him off, and then

Matt came into the

picture and made the faggot do all kinds of sick disgusting

things, and now

the faggot knew he was a faggot.

So he sucked the asses of the new varsity team boys. He

sucked on the

puckered assholes until ass juice and saliva covered his

cute young face.

The boys rotated their hips to grind their assholes on the

faggot's face.

The faggot pushed his tongue so deep he sometimes felt the

tip of a turd

pushing back at him. Some of the boys grunted and farted on

his face as he

licked and sucked ass. A good time was has by all.

Next, the faggot had to suck cock. He had to crawl on

the floor bare

assed from boy to boy, lift his cute face and lick the big

fucking dickheads

of each high school kid. For several of the boys this wa the boys this was

their first blow

job. They had begged their girlfriends until they were blue

in the face and

balls for blow Jobs, but some of the dumb selfish cunts

wouldn't put out.

The boys could spend money on the twats..take them to

movies and dinner and

all that ****, and then get only a couple of squeezes of

tit and a couple of

fingers in the pussy while the stupid sluts frigged their

pricks. But the

dumb bitches wouldn't suck cock.

Not Matt's girls of course. They sucked cock on the first

date or he didn't

see them any more. A guy has to know how to handle twat!

They have learn

who is boss.If they didn't suck, he practically threw them

out of his car.

All the cunts knew this of course. They knew that they had

to go all the way

with Matt. They talked about his cock in the girls'

locker room and

bragged about sucking it. He even had other guys

girlfriends sucking his

dick.

The faggot did a good job on the dicks. He licked the

fat teenage

Dickheads, scooped up the drooling pre fuck on his

tongue,(teenage boys leak

alot..remember?) and even licked the swinging fucksacks.

Then, he got down

to some serious cocksucking. Not one teenage stud

complained that it was

queer.. They were in seventh fucking heaven. It was then

that Matt announced

that since the faggot's grades had fallen so badly, he had

lost all his

scholarships to college, and so he would be attending the

local state

university and thus would be available all the next yeaear

for blow jobs. Not

just for these boys on the varsity swim team, but to be

Fair, for any boy at University High School. It was then

that the faggot

knew he was not going to escape from the trap.

Next, out of some kind of perversity..Matt measured all

the boys dicks.

Then each of them had to fuck the faggot, starting with the

smallest Ted

Lipscomb and ending with the largest Mark Thayer. The

boys started

hesitantly, but ***** and lust soon took over and they were

fucking the

faggot balls deep and grunting and slamming their handsome

young hips into

the cunt's ass. Their big fuck sacks slapped the faggot's

ass and the sound

was delicious to Matt who kept the vodka flowing. The

faggot was crying now

and that made the guys laugh. They almost busted a gut

watching the tears

trail down the seventeen year old's handsome faggot face,

and they pounded

their teenage pricks into his raw rectum even harder.

Next, they fucked him at both ends. This started when one

guy pulled out of

his ass and Matt kindly suggested he get his dick cleaned

of any ass slime

at the faggot's mouth. Well soon, the cumdump was getting

dick at both

ends. Greasy dick and ass slop slimed its way down his

throat and made him

gag. He would get his nipples burned for that. Matt had

taught him to take

any size cock down his gullet without gagging. It was rude

to gag. Matt

taught his girls that as well.

Then they double dicked him. Two teenage pricks up his

twat at the same

time. Two boys sitting so their dicks were together making

one flesh pillar

pounding up into the slut's fuckhole. This was a kind of

secret thrill for

most of the boys. They didn't know why, but having another

dudes dick right

up against yours, rubbing dick flesh against dick flesh,

going in

and out of a faggot's pussy...it was really hot.

The faggot's ass was stretched beyond belief. He howled

in pain and

pleaded and begged. But they kept fucking his boycunt,

until at last they

sprawled on chairs and the couch and floor, legs spread,

fat flaccid

dripping dicks limp and thick and swollen with post fucking

sensitivity.

They drank more and rolled empty beer bottles across the

floor and made the

faggot fuck himself with the bottles. The faggot pleaded

with them that he

would need a doctor, and Matt kicked him in the nutsack.

Matt then lit a

ciagrette and burned the faggot on the nipples and

dick and balls while the guys roared with laughter at the

poor cumslut's

tears.

Then Matt brought in his big old dog, and the faggot had

to put on a doggie

show for the boys. He had to suck dog cock and lick dog

balls, and then let

the beast mount him like a fucking bitch...until the knot

of the canine's

big pizzle was imbedded in his boycunt, stretching it

beyond all endurance.

The faggot passed out twice, and Matt brought him around by

hauling out his

own handsome stud prick and pissing on his face. Every day

at school in the

lunchroom, while the other kids drank their milk, the

faggot had to ***** a

carton of Matt's piss. Everyone knew this and thought it

was terribly

funny. Several of the girls wouldn't have minded

*****ing piss form that stud hose of Matt's, if he would

would date them.

The fucking fucking dog got his dick knot stuck in the

faggot's ass for

twenty minutes, so there was a lull in the party, but when

he finally

pulled out, the faggot was made to scoop the dog and boy

scum out of his

hole with a spoon and eat it for the boys.

There was a certain point most evenings when it just got

to be too much

even for the faggot, and he just kind of went on automatic

pilot and zonked

out. ****, it was no fun after that, so the boys let him

go home to bed.

But not until one of them had said..."this is so fucking

much fun, we should

do this every week all summer..." and they all agreed and

said they would

give a case of beer to the guy who could think up the most

disgusting

degrading thing to do to the faggot each week.

Matt was still horny, so he got one of the youngest high

school boys there,

young Kyle, to invite him home to his house, where they

both fucked the

kid's little sister.

Then Matt slept over and in the middle of the night he

fucked the sixteen

year old swimmer. By the next morning, the poor boy who had

been totally

straight was in love with Matt. Matt made the kid suck his

dick and *****

his piss and lick his ass clean after he took a ****. The

kid kept saying

that he had never done anything like this before, and he

had never had

feelings like this before.

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Grandpa and Clara


As soon as my ******** Clara leaves the house, I fuck the **** out of my grand********. I fuck her most mornings before the fucking bitch goes to school. Most days I make her leave for school with my cum running from her stretched out fourteen year old cunt. I never use a condom with the cumdump, and make sure she knows that if she gets pregnant, it is her problem, and she had better blame it on some boy from school and not me. If she dares to disobey me in the slightest way, it's a trip to the basement with her. In the basement, I have all kinds of pliers and clamps and fun things to discipline her. My ******** is gone alot, what with work and dating and going out with friends. I don't blame her, she is still young enough to find a nice new husband after losing Clara's ****** in an auto accident. So Grandpa kindly offers to take care of Clara while mom puts her life back together. Clara is not happy about this, because she knows when she is home alone with Grandpa, she will have to suck his big thick smelly old cock, and take his throbbing dick in her pretty little cunt and asshole. Well, to be honest, her cunt is not so pretty anymore. Not since I began stretching it with my dick and my hand and anything else I care to use. I make her keep her pussy shaved clean so that I can see the puffy stretched out cunt lips and the elongated clit. I have been working on her clit for months now, and it hangs out just like a small dick. She is ashamed of her naked cunt because it is so distorted from all the *****. I think it is very funny. My name is Gerhardt and I fuck my grand********!

Yeah, I am proud of it. I have always been a mean fucker. When I was younger and ran a cry cleaning business, I would hire young Asian and Jew girls to work for me. I would find some way to blackmail them to let me fuck them. I was very good at building up files on my employees, so I had some leverage to use against them. Sometimes I made two of my female employees do a Lesbian fuck and suck show for me while I was sucked off by a third bitch. I lived good. So when I retired, why should I not continue my fuck life. But how? Well my beautiful grand******** was just turning thirteen and her cute young developing body and winning smile got Grandpa's dick hard and dripping more and more. Oh, I always loved the little cunt. I remember when she was quite young, I would bounce her on my lap and my fucker would get rock hard and I would let her feel it between the cheeks of her tiny sweet ass. I would hug her and slide my hand up under her tee shirt and feel her still unbudding titties. I would casually allow my fingers to burrow up under her panties so I could brush against her hairless pussy. I did this as I say when she was quite young, but I thought it nothing more than innocent play. I had no intentions at that time of fucking her in the ass and cunt and mouth. It was not until I retired, and my ********'s husband died, and Clara and her mom moved in with me that I began to seriously consider fucking the **** out of the young bitch. From the way the boys in her eighth grade class looked at her, I could tell she was a fucking cocktease. Boys often had boners in her presence. I knew I had to work hard or she would have her cherry popped by one of the useless skinny teenboy dicks. How much better for her to feel Grandpa's fine thick greasy leaking German sausage, right?

The first time I guess would be considered ****. She fought and cried and begged and sobbed. I had to slap her around a bit, which of course only made my fuckmeat harder. I tried to explain to her that there was not much pussy available for an old German man like myself. Where was I to find nice young juicy cunt? After all, have I not needs as well? Why must the young be so selfish? Do they just want to put me out to pasture? My balls are still full of cum, and I am as horny or more so than I was years ago. I could fuck all the time. It is all I think about. So I raped Clara. Only in the pussy the first time. I stretched that cunt and fucked balls deep with her screaming ****** ******. Her tits were just coming out at the time, so I chewed on those until the nipples were raw and rubbery and stretched. I fucked her three times in quick succession, thrilled that I could still muster up such potency. I felt young again. She was shocked that first day when I grabbed her by the hair and demanded that she lick and suck my filthy dick clean, including all the cum and cunt juice that had accumulated under my thick foreskin. What the fuck is wrong with the young today? Do they learn nothing? Am I supposed to walk around with a sticky, cheesy, slimy cock all day? Am I supposed to let cunt drippings coat and flake on my big hairy scrotum? Did she not realize it is a cunt's duty to clean a dick after a fuck.

I was afraid then for a few days. Afraid she would tell her ******. But I had learned from Dry Cleaning women that if they are ashamed enough by what happened to them, they will keep the secret. This was so with thirteen year old Clara. She was too humiliated to tell anyone. Oh how her young twat must have hurt in the days after that first fuck. She avoided me around the house, and I had to laugh at the slight limp to her walk.

It was four days later when my balls were swollen to bursting with the need to unload that I had a second encounter. I am not without compassion, and when I saw that her cunt lips were still puffy and sore, I decided to teach her how to suck dick instead. I spent over eight hours patiently teaching her how to lick a cock from the root to the tip and into the pisshole. I instructed her how to properly lick a man's scrotum, lifting the balls and coating them with saliva. Once again, she resisted and this time, I had to take a belt to her fine young bare ass to get her to respond. I also taught her how painful it was to have her titties whipped, although I did this more frequently once her tits developed. At this first cocksucking session, I made her say "I love you Grandpa" over and over with my thick prick buried in her mouth. It was so funny. Saliva and snot squirted out of her mouth and nose when she tried to talk with my fucker in her mouth. Such a pretty girl! How I did love her.

It was around this time that I instituted new rules in the house. Whenever her ****** was gone, Clara was to get bare assed naked immediately. She was to remain naked. When she sat, she was to spread he legs as wide as possible so that her cunt was on total display for me. She was to shower, piss and **** with the bathroom door open, so I could watch her. Such a pretty girl, just blossoming into young womanhood. Ach, my dick was hard most of the time. It seems no matter how often I fucked her, I could not bring it down. I felt like a teenage boy in my lust, and here I was at seventy, fucking a thirteen year old bitch.

It was in the second week of our affair that I fucked her in the ass. I was fucking her pussy when I became terribly distracted by the cute winking of her wrinkled little pink asshole. She was crying that I was fucking her too hard and too deep. Quite frankly I was getting sick of her complaining. So I pulled out, used some spit and ****** my fat dickhead into her asshole. You should have heard her scream then. Holy ****, it was really something. After that I would fuck both her holes frequently, often changing from hole to hole with every few strokes. It became obvious to me that I enjoyed giving her pain.

I wanted to change her status at school as well, so I ****** her to go to school wearing tiny cheerleading type skirts with no panties underneath. I also forbid her to wear a bra. I wanted the brown of her nipples to show through her white blouses. Some days I ****** her to go to school with plugs up her cunt and asshole. I even took to stoping by school now and then to visit to make sure she didn't remove them.

Did all of this take a toll on her personality? Of course. I had learned this from my Dry Cleaning cunts. They became quite and sullen and depressed and frightened. Their health and general demeanor declined. But who gives a ****? Right? I mean one can't have everything. When my ******** expressed concern over Clara, I gently told her that girls go through phases, and that is was only a passing thing. The next day, I whipped Clara's tits with the plastic rod from a set of venetian blinds and when her nipples were swollen and sore almost to the point of bursting, I told the cunt that I expected a better attitude from her. Then I filled her with a huge soap and water enema and made her hold it in for forty minutes while I whipped her feet and ass and cunt. After that, she smiled more in public and tried to summon up more energy.

It was just before her fourteenth birthday that I started to piss in her mouth. Who knows what brings on such things. I was not generally into such games. I like to fuck a bitch hard and heavy and unload and that is that. But now with Clara, I began to think of every way I could degrade and ***** and humiliate and hurt her. And so, I began to use her pretty young mouth as a toilet. At first it was only now and then, but eventually I pissed in her mouth every time I had to go, even int he middle of the night. She had to be ready always to ***** Grandpa's pee. My heavy yellow spray of urine hitting her tongue and lips and splashing off her face gave me a really good feeling. I altered my aim on purpose pissing all over her face and hair, and then slapping and blaming her for not *****ing it all. Then I would make her lick the spilled piss off the floor. I began to enjoy watching her crawl rather than walk. As her tits developed, I liked the way they swung and swayed when she crawled. Her brown nipples were now huge and elongated from my constant work on them, and Clara told me no boy would ever want her with such deformed tits. That gave me a good laugh. The truth was what boy would ever want her with what I was doing to her twat? Her cunt lips were constantly puffy and sore. I loved to whip her cunt with my belt. I would wander the house looking for objects to shove up her cunt and asshole The larger and more misshapen the better.

I cannot recall the first time I **** in her mouth. I know it was a a month or so after she turned fourteen. I just felt that since I was pissing in her mouth, I might as well have her taste my **** as well. I had been working with her on eating my ass for a few months, always encouraging her to get her tongue deeper up my rectum. She really resisted me on ass eating. I had a hell of a time training her. For days she fought me and withdrew from everything. She wouldn't go to school, and she hid in the corner of her room and even her closet. I had to be strict with her. I shoved the nozzle of the shower hose up her cunt and turned it on cold. I dragged her down the stairs by her hair into the kitchen and I ****** a rolling pin up her asshole. I ****** her tits into a waffle iron and slammed down the lid and heated it up. I shoved ice cubes up her cunt and asshole. Still she resisted. It was not until I super glued her cunt lips to her thighs to keep her hole spread so I could stick thumb tacks into her inner cunt flesh that she came around and agreed to eat my ****.

The first time she was not very good. she vomited and I had have her lick that up. She kept gagging and spiting and sobbing. I took a **** onto a plate and after tying her down, fed her the **** with a spoon.

It was not until a week later that I was able to squat down and take a **** directly into her mouth.

Do not please think I was unkind. After all she is my grand********. I allowed her all the time in the world to clean herself after a piss and **** session.

You know, I even considered having all her teeth pulled so that she could give a really good cocksuck with her gums. That would feel really great. And they do make really good dentures nowadays, so she would still be presentable in public. But how to explain to her ****** that I am having all her teeth pulled. Ha! That would be something. Not very realistic though. I guess one cannot have everything one wants, right?

I am going to get a big male dog however. I have suddenly developed a longing to see Clara fucked by a dog. I don't know why. Perhaps something I have seen on the internet. I just want to see a big ugly dock cock fucking in and out of her. And I also want to see her sucking on a dog cock. I think that would be really swell. Ach, call me an old dumb German. I have needs and wants. I guess I am pretty lucky all in all to have a cunt around like my grand********. Here is a picture of her sucking my dick. I ****** her to look happy, so all my nice internet friends could see what a good little slut she is. I'm not bad for a man of seventy either, huh? I'm going to sit on her face now and have a nice long ass suck while I watch some World War II documentary films on the History Channel.

This was a really good one! All about how Hitler planned

a beautiful new Germany with magnificent boulevards and opera houses.

I love television shows like that, rather than all the popular crap

you find on the major networks. Crap like singing contests with cunts

wailing in a different key every few measures. Those fucking whores

should study opera . Then they would learn something. They should

study Wagner. And the male contestants on those shows, have you seen

them? Ach, they wear trousers so tight at the crotch, you can see the

entire shape of their penises and testicles. That is so they can get

the votes of the little teen and pre-teen cunts. You don't think that

is all contrived? I may just be an old retired German who ran a dry

cleaning business for most of his adult life, but I know that the

entire success of that Idol show depends on pre-teen cunt getting wet

pussy over the boys on the program. The little bitches sit glued to

the television while their cunt slop glues them to their chairs and

their fingers dig into their dick ditches. They call their fucking

bffs on their iphones and talk during the show. "Oh, Crissy, isn't

that one cute. Look at the fuck bulge in his pants. He makes me so

hot, I would love him to fuck me!" And they work a couple more fingers

knuckle deep in their dirty little cunts.

None of that for Clara. I repeat, none of that for Clara. I

make her watch decent educational shows on the Discovery Channel and

the History Channel about our beloved Adolph and times when the world

was beautiful and full of hope.

I sit naked on the couch, eating buttered popcorn and ******** beer. I

allow Clara to lie stretched out on the couch beside me, her head

resting on my lap. She is of course naked as well. When her ****** is

not home, which is most of the time, Clara is required to be bare

assed for me at all times, so I can enjoy the sight of her fourteen

year old tits and cunt. She is required to keep her cunt shaved, so I

can see the nice full stretched pussy lips and the long distended

clit. I have been working on that clit for over a year, and it hangs

just like a little cock. It shows what a fucking slut she is.

I have a very large cock. I say this with all modesty, but it

is the truth. My fuckmeat is like some gigantic baloney sausage. Even

soft is is larger than most men's cocks when fully erect, except

perhaps for a Schwartzer now and then. Ach, some of those niggers have

cocks like donkeys. I know because recently I have arranged for some

of them to fuck Clara. I thought it was time she experienced nigger

dick. Anyway, please excuse my wandering mind and my occasional lapses

of good English, as I get older, I slip back into speaking German more

and more. The point I am making here is that I sit with Clara's sweet

head resting on my huge fucker, and that way, every few minutes, she

can turn her sweet face and slup on my cunt stuffing schlong. She will

lick my dick and balls like that for hours while I watch tv. My

seventy year old ten inch fucker has fucked many little girls, but

none as sweet as my own little ************* Clara. I don't talk

about the other little girls I fucked, but I will be happy to discuss

the fuckings of the immigrant cunts who worked for me at my dry

cleaning service. Ha. Part of their job was to keep my fucker happy. I

had a Chinese bitch once, I would make her suck me right in front of

her husband. They were illegal you see, so they needed my protection.

I would fuck the Chink right in front of her husband. sometimes in the

ass, and then make him lick my dick and balls clean. That is a way to

feel real power. That is a way to feel control. Clara is always

licking at my dick and balls. She crawls around the house after me,

tongue hanging from her mouth, trying to lap at my leaking cockhead. I

taught her how to do this. I taught her this is how a bitch must serve

her man. Someday, she will make a fine wife for the right man. A

strong man. If she does not crawl properly and have her tongue hanging

out, I whip her cuntpad with my belt. Oh yes, believe me, I whip her

right on the cunt. Ass whippings are fun for mild amusement, but to

teach a bitch, whip her on the pussy! Her pussy is always available

for punishment. Even when she lies next to me on the couh licking my

dick, she holds her legs wide apart so her teenage cunt is always

available to my gaze and my fingers. She has learned never to close

her legs in the presence of men. It took a long time to teach her

that. She had to learn that her cunt did not belong to her, but to

men everywhere.

So now that Clara is fourteen, I decided it was time she got to

know the boys at her school better. You see, I am not a jealous man by

nature. As long as I come first in my little *************'s life, I

want her well fucked by others as well. I want here to experience the

joy of her teenage years. So I put her on a schedule. I informed her

one evening that starting the next day, she was to suck the dicks of

three boys at her school. Oh my, you should have heard the fuss she

made. You see, school was the only place Clara felt she still had some

dignity and self-esteem. For what does a fucking bitch need

self-esteem I ask you? I made her go to school dressed in very short

skirts with no panties, and see through tops with no bra, so she was

already the talk of the male athletes. The senior boys especially were

chaffing at the bit to get their big teen fuckers up her cunt. But

until now, I had forbidden her to interact with boys in any way. Now I

told her that she would be required to suck three cocks each and every

day at school. It wasn't like she wasn't already a seasoned

cocksucker. She had been sucking the fuckers of me and my friends for

over a year. She practically lived with cock in her mouth around the

house. But I wanted her to have some healthy interaction with boys her

own age or slightly older. It is not good for a girl of fourteen to

only associate with Grandpa and his over the hill gang. Ha!

You would have thought her world was coming to and end. She

sobbed. She begged. She pleaded with me not to make her do nasty

things with the boys of her school. It seems she wanted to maintain

some shred of her dignity and respect. She said she would lose all her

girlfriends as well as any respect from the boys. But I was firm. One

must be firm when dealing with teenage cunt. What the fuck do they

know? I insisted that she suck three cocks a day. I was very kind to

her. We looked through a year book, and I told her should pick the

senior boys she wanted to suck herself. I gave her some guidance of

course. I suggested which high school jocks (that is what they call

them) looked as if they might have the largest cocks. Of course you

can't really know from photos in a year book, but still, it was some

help. I wanted her to suck the very best, so I would often comment.

"Oh no darling, he is too ugly. You want a big handsome lad with a

fucking hammer between his legs to suck. How about this one, captain

of the football team?"

Clara would cry. "He has a girlfriend already, and besides he

would never want me."

There now, you see, how some girls have such terrible

self-images? I would not have it. I told her," Clara you are a

beautiful young bitch. You can have any boy you choose to if you just

offer to suck his dick and let him fuck you. Any one of these boys

would let you suck them. Even if they have girlfriends, they are

always on the lookout for an extra cocksucker or two. That's how boys

are at that age. They will never turn down a bitch who wants to slurp

their fuckmeat and lap at their big swinging balls. That is what boys

that age live for. They are looking for pussy twenty-four hours a day.

And once you approach one of the boys and ask him very politely if you

may please suck his nice big beautiful dick, he will tell his friends

and you will become very popular. Trust me. I know what I am talking

about."

Clara implored me not to make her suck boys from her school.

She offered to suck all my friends with increased enthusiasm, and I

reminded her that she needed to always suck the very best she could,

no matter whose dick it was she was servicing. Then I grew bored with

her begging, and so I kicked her hard in the cunt. I told her I would

make sure she was not lying to me in a very simple way. She would get

the email address of every boy she sucked, and then the night after

she sucked the boy, she would send him a thank you note, telling him

how handsome his dick was, and how she would gladly suck him any time

he wanted.

The first few dicks were not easy for her. She came home from

school crying and continued to cry, as I made her describe in detail

the boys and their cocks and where and how she sucked them. She told

me they called her a fucking slut and spit on her after she sucked all

three of them off. I laughed and told her her mistake was to suck all

three together. That was rather sluttish. She should have approached

three boys separately. She told me she tried, but the first boy told

his buddies and so it became a four-way, three big teenage dicks and

her mouth. Well that was the start. The next day, the same three boys

wanted more mouth action. And they said they had friends who also

wanted their dicks sucked. Clara was hysterical and asked me what she

could do. My answer was simple. "Suck them!" I immediately increased

the number of dick she would have to suck each day to six. She had to

suck the cocks of six senior boys in her school every day. She sucked

one or two in the morning before classes, and some at lunch, and she'd

even give a quickie between classes. She did so well, that by week

two in increased the number to ten cocks a day. She would come home

from school with her lips and tongue swollen and sore. Those boys were

quite rough. Word got out she was a fucking slut. Boys started to call

the home, wanting dates with her. I knew they only wanted her to suck

them. Here she was at fourteen years old sucking the cocks of ten boys

each day at school, and there were even more boys who were waiting in

line. I told her very nicely that she must never turn a boy down. If

she turned a boy down, she would get a reputation as a fucking whore

and slut and cock teasing bitch. I told her she must always try to

satisfy every boy who wanted it. The fucking teenage bitch sobbed and

told me that she couldn't possibly satisfy all the boys who were

hitting on her all day at school. They pinched her tits in class, and

brushed up against her and felt her cunt in the hallway. I told her

she just had to do her best. Of course the other girls at her school

now hated her. I told my little Clara they were just jealous because

she was so popular. It was then that I increased the number of dicks

she had to suck at school to fifteen a day. The boys loved ot shoot

all over her face and make her go to class that way. She would come

home a fucking mess with cum stains and pecker tracks all over her

face and clothing.

First thing when she entered the house, she would strip naked

and kneel in front of me and kiss my dick. "Were you a good girl at

school today?" I would ask her, and she would nod and sniff back a

tear or two. Then we would look in the yearbook together and I would

have her point out the boys she had sucked that day. I would ask her

questions like, "How big was he? What were his balls like? Were his

balls hairy?"

She confessed to me that going to school was a horror now, as

boys were all over her. She was having difficulty now as sophomore and

junior boys were also hitting on her.

"Well my sweet little Clara cunt, you will just have to start

sucking off sophomore and junior boys too." As I said this, I rubbed

my leaking dick all over her pretty fourteen year old face.

"Granpa, I always try to obey you, but I just cannot suck any

more dick. I am sick to my stomach all day and get cramps from

swallowing all the cum. The boys won't let me wipe it off, and so it

dries on my face. Teachers are starting to notice what a mess I am."

"Clara you are a fucking selfish cunt! Don't you think fifteen

and sixteen year old boys have sexual needs too? Here you suck the

dicks of seventeen and eighteen year old boys, and those poor younger

boys have to be happy with their hands."

"Why can't they have their own girlfriends suck them?" She was

pissing me off, so I twisted her distended nipples.

'You fucking slut! Not every girl is a fucking cock hungry whore

like you are. Some bitches won't put out. It's your job to help those

boys. We can do it, if we just budget our time properly. So from now

on, let's say you will suck fifteen seniors, five Juniors and five

Sophomores."

She had the arrogance to look at me, as if I were mad. "Every

day. You want me to suck that many cocks every day?" She began to

tremble. I rubbed my scrotum over her fourteen year old face.

"Well, you can always have some of them fuck you instead, I

suppose, but that could be opening up a real can of worms. Once word

got out you were an easy fuck, you would have no peace all day. Now, I

want to help you Clara. If you can't stand swallowing so much cum each

day, request more boys to shoot off on your face. To budget the time,

go back to what you did on your very first day as a school cocksucker,

take care of three or four boys at once. Have a group of them take

you down to the Boys' Locker Room. There you can satisfy a large chunk

of your quota in a short amount of time. Also, you may have to suck

some some of the boys after school, as well as at lunch. Don't worry

about not having time to eat your lunch. All that sperm is really good

protein for you. But don't think for one minute that sucking off

twenty boys each day at school will excuse you from sucking off me and

my friends at night, or from getting fucked by us. We have needs too

Clara!' While I spoke, I gently slapped her face with my swollen

prick. Cock slime covered her face."

"Grandpa, please, for the love of God, I am begging you. I

don't think I can suck so much cock. I try. I try to be good every

day, but It's so hard. I can't think clearly in class any more. All

the kids at school call me a whore and a fucking slut and worse. They

spit on me when I pass. They open my blouse and make me show my tits

in the hallway. They snap rubber bands at my nipples and my pussy. My

tongue is coated with cum all day. I cannot get the taste of it out of

my mouth. I'm losing weight and I can't ***** at night. Cory Marple,

the captain of the football team wants me to suck off every boy on the

team after the game on Friday."

"What an honor, Claa. Make sure you do a good job. Their dicks

and balls will be really sweaty after a game. Why not give each boy a

nice long ass suck as well. That will impress them."

"But Grandpa, there are over twenty-seven boys on the Football team."

"That will be quite an adventure for you. See if they want

their sweaty feet licked clean as well. Maybe you could become the

team mascot and suck them after every game."

She collapsed in a puddle of tears. I threw her onto her back

knelt down and rammed my big fat grandpa dick into her bald

************* cunt. I slammed her balls deep and pushed as hard as I

could to hurt her.

"I am sick and tired of your fucking complaining. I want you to

cheerfully suck cock! I want you to smile at the boys and thank the

for their big fat wet jock dicks. And if you are not careful, I am

going to make you start getting fucked five or six times a day at

school! So watch it. Now tighten that slut cunt and fuck back,

Bitch!" Of course I would eventually have her getting fucked all day

at school. I wanted her fucking so much that eventually she was caught

and expelled. But that was in the future. For now, she was Grand-dads

little high school cocksucker!

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A date can change your live
Lisa a beautiful young woman was standing in front of the mirror and watching her picture of a proper young woman. Her brunette hair was short cut and going only to the neck. It gave her a very sportive look. She was a sportive and fit girl, no doubt, but it was hard to see for a stranger. Lisa always dressed in long and high closed shirts, her shortest hem only goes up to her knees, even when she was jogging she wears surf shorts to cover the most of her shapely and muscular legs. You would not have found some cloth in her room which revealing more skin than necessary. For the beach she owned only an one-piece swimsuit with a floral print which masks her curvy figure and middle sized firm breast perfectly. Yes, Lisa was a young woman who could turn a man into an ****** from the first sight if he could see her nude, but she was prude like an iceberg and would never allow a man to see more than necessary or even touch her in an intimated way before she gets married with him. Even when the boys from school or workers on the street whistle at her, she only snarls at them. And if you stand closer to her, you could see the profound glance she had for the whistler.

Now Lisa was waiting for her date, George would pick her up to go to the cinema. It would be a ten mile drive because Lisa, her brother Danny and her parents lived in a rural country town near Columbia South Carolina.

Lisa was dating George now for almost six month and called him her boyfriend. George who waited six months before he could date Lisa for the first time, had to learn that they were a couple now, but Lisa would not allow more sexual intercourse than holding hands and a kiss or hug from time to time.

George tried to be the knightly guy Lisa was dreaming off but from time to time he lost control and met with his friends to spend a weekend at Caswell Beach. Here they had access to a property with beach access where nobody could see what´s going on behind the fence. The parties were legendary and if Lisa would have known she would denigrate George at all people she knew.

It has been a wonderful and sunny Friday, today. But now it was getting cooler to the evening, and Lisa was dressed with Jeans, turtleneck shirt and a jacket from her favorite football team. George came on time and after a short talk with Danny, who told him that their parents were on vacation over the weekend, Lisa and George left for the cinema.

It was a romantic movie and a couple of minutes after they darkened the room, Lisa rested her head on George´s shoulder. He took her in his arm and started to caress her arm and side. When Lisa purred like a cat, George started carefully to fondle the side of her breast. Immediately Lisa rose into an upright sitting position and tossed George´s arm away.

For the next minutes she watched the movie with a stony look. But to make thinks worse, the actress in the movie stripped for her lover (you could only see her back). Lisa lifted her hand and tried to blindfold George preventing him from seeing naked flesh. She stood up grabbed his hand and started to leave the cinema with the words:

"Come on George, this is a porn movie, I want to leave. NOW!"

The Interstate was closed due to an accident, so George was ****** to take the little streets, on their drive back.

"How can you do this to me, I thought you love me?" Lisa started.

"What do you mean?" George asked baffled.

"Take me to a porn movie and try to **** me!" Lisa barked back, tears in her eyes.

"ÄÄÄHHH what" George didn´t understand a word.

"They started to fuck in this movie and worst of all you tried to fondle my breast, that´s ..." Lisa found not the word.

George got angry and losing his voice he screamed: "If I want to **** you, it would not be in the cinema by caressing your breast. I would fuck your proper and honest brain out of your beautiful head!"

Lisa winced about the harsh words of her boyfriend, started to sob heavily and slide as far away from George as she could.

George left the street and drove into a small field path leading into the woods.

After he was sure they were far enough into the woods and the car was not visible from the street, he stopped.

Lisa couldn´t believe what he was doing and when she recognized what her boyfriend had in mind she tried to open the door to escape. George reacted quick, he grabbed her hair and pulled her over to him. Opening his door he pulled her outside and throw her into the dirt.

"Stand up, it´s your own fault. Now you´ve to show me the things you prevented me to see in the cinema." George commanded.

Lisa, shocked, didn´t really understand, trembling she stood up. Sobbing she pleads:" Please George, I love you. Please don´t do this to me. I never will tell anybody what happened. Please bring me home."

"It´s too late hon, now I will see what you´re keeping so long as a secret; your body. It´s time to strip, NOW!!" George commanded with an evil grin.

Lisa saw in George´s face that she has lost, there was no change to make a deal. Now she had to act as commanded to prevent more possible pain. Slowly she started to remove her jacket, than she pulled her turtleneck shirt over her head, revealing a wonderful pair of boobs, covered with a white satin bra. With trembling fingers she started to unbutton her jeans, pushing it down to her ankles.

"Remove your shoes, step out of the trousers and strip you nylons. Quick!" George commanded.

Sobbing heavily, Lisa did as she was told. Her tidy clothes were lying in the dirt. Covering her breast with one arm and her private area between her legs with the other hand, she tried again:

"Please George, it´s enough. Please stop here, I´m freezing and want to go home. I swear I won´t tell anybody"

"Ha, this is first the beginning of your penalty" George said.

He took her nylons from the ground.

"Turn around with hands on your back" he commanded.

Lisa turned around folding her hands on her back. George stepped behind her, with one foot her parted her legs a little bit, so that Lisa was standing now with light spread legs. Than he tied her hands with her own nylons on her back. He turned her around and with a fast move ripped her bra from her body, revealing a perfect set of white boobs with hard nipples poking towards him.

Lisa let out a scream from the pain the ripping fabric caused on her shoulders and back.

George slammed her face, immediately his fingerprints grew as red marks on her cheek.

"Hope you know to be quite, I don´t want to hear any sound from you again. Understood?" He asked.

Lisa nodded, biting on her lower lip, trying to bear the pain.

A fast move and Lisa lost her panties, showing a neatly trimmed pussy.

"Open your mouth, bitch" her former boyfriend commanded.

Hesitant, she opened her mouth and George pressed her torn slip into her mouth, gagging her perfectly. Her turned her around and pushed her on the hood of his car, spreading her legs with his feet.

Lisa felt the motor heat on her boobs and belly, the hood was hot like a pan. Lisa thought she gets roasted because she never sensed such a temperature before.

She screamed into her gag as George´s cock rammed into her virgin pussy, ripping her hymen and stretching her vagina to an unknown size. Thrust after thrust, George rammed his massive member into the meantime well lubricated pussy of his victim.

After a couple of minutes, where Lisa was pushed over the hot motor hood with each thrust, George exploded inside the "new woman". He shot his hot seed deep inside Lisa.


George took Lisa´s turtleneck shirt from the ground and cleaned his with virgin ***** strains covered cock with it. Then he grabbed the exhausted woman on her arms, dragged her to her feet and let her to the trunk of his car. He released the cover and pushed the poor woman inside. Took some tape from the tool box, tied her feet together and secured the slip in her mouth. He collected her on the ground spread cloth and put them into the trunk also. Ignoring her pleading sight, he closed the cover of the trunk with the words: "I´m sure honey we will have a wonderful weekend."

Culbuté dans un parc


Je m'appelle Karim, j'ai 35ans et je suis un peu en rondeurs.
Mon histoire s'est passée il y a 10ans, un jour j'étais dans un grand parc à côté de chez moi en short et je faisais du jogging de bon matin j'avais fait deux tours du parc quand soudain je vois devant moi un malabar tout en muscle qui s'est mis sur mon chemin les bras croisés, j'ai essayé de l'éviter sur sa gauche mais rien n'y fait, il s'est déplacé et je me suis retrouvé bloqué par sa poitrine, je commençais à trembler tellement j'avais peur que ce soit un voleur qui pourrait me faire du mal s'il ne trouvait rien sur moi car justement je n'avais rien sur moi.
Il me fixa dans les yeux et me fit signe de passer devant lui vers un bosquet qui était sur le côté. Je me suis exécuté tout tremblant et me dirigeais vers l'endroit qui était désert.
Et là, il me somma de m'agenouiller ce que je fis sans résistance,et portant sa main à sa braguette, il sortit une chose énorme qu'il me présenta; c'était un sexe gros comme un boudin au repos il faisait facilement 20cm et une épaisseur à faire tressaillir les grandes stars du porno.
Il m'ordonna d'ouvrir la bouche et m'y enfourna le monstre, j'avais la bouche grande ouverte mais je ne pouvais pas le rentrer en entier car il était démesuré, j'avais l'habitude de sucer des bites grosses mais celle là était hors normes avec un gros champignon rose en guise de verge, je suffoquais mais lui poussait *** sexe jusqu'au fond de ma gorge.
Il y était arrivé mais je n'avais que le tiers en bouche et lui commençait à imprimer des va et vient de plus en plus violents qui me donnèrent l'impression d'être violé par la bouche, des larmes coulaient sur mes joues tellement j'avais mal mais j'appréciais cette intrusion et malgré que je suffoquais, je continuais à le pomper avec hardiesse, il continua de me baiser la bouche et à un moment, il s'était raidi et m'empoignant par les cheveux, il me tira vers *** bas ventre et déchargea un geyser de sperme au fond de ma gorge qui faillit me suffoquer, il ne me lâcha que lorsque j'eus intégralement ingurgité *** foutre salé.
Il me prit par les épaules et me fit retourner et mis à quatre pattes, là, je me suis dit ça va être ma fête car même ayant l'habitude de me faire prendre par des hommes bien foutus j'avais des appréhensions sur la capacité de mon cul à honorer ce mastodonte.
Il me cracha en plein trou et se mit à me doigter, par un puis deux puis trois doigts pour me préparer au sacrifice, me sentant prêt, il pointa le champignon entre mes fesses et poussa *** ventre contre mes fesse, j'eus un haut le coeur et je sentis que j'allais m'évanouir tellement c'était douloureux mais l'envie prit le dessus sur cette lancinante douleur et je me surpris à en demander encore plus malgré que j'avais l'impression d'avoir le cul déchiré par cette protubérance inégalable et je poussais à présent mes fesses vers le bonheur que me procurait l'énorme intrusion et là il me prit par les épaules et d'un seul coup m'enfonça la totalité de *** sexe; j'ai hurlé comme un écorché tellement c'était douloureux mais passé cet instant, je le suppliais de me baiser fort, de m'exploser le cul, de faire de moi ce qu'il voulait car j'étais sa femme, *** jouet, sa pouliche et qu'en véritable étalon, il avait le droit de faire de moi ce qu'il voulait.
Mes paroles avaient dû l'exciter au plus haut point car maintenant, il me pilonnait littéralement le cul avec *** obus tout en me traitant de pouffiasse, de chienne et de lopette avide de sexe.
Je ne savais plus ce que je disais ni combien de fois j'ai joui tellement c'était intense et j'étais fier d'avoir pu gober par le cul ce que je n'avais pas pu le faire par la bouche.
Je le sentis se raidir, il me prit les bras les tira vers lui et poussa de toutes ses ****** *** ventre contre mes fesses, je l'avais en moi jusqu'à la garde, il ne bougea plus et *** sexe fut pris de soubresauts avant de décharger une tonne de foutre qui m'éclaboussa les entrailles; je me suis laissé tomber à plat ventre et dans ma chute, il s'affala sur moi, me fit tourner la tête et m'embrassa longuement et langoureusement tout en continuant à se vider les couilles dans mon trou qui devait être aussi grand qu'une gouttière.
Il me laissa le cul en l'air et vint me présenter *** dard devant mon visage pour que je le nettoie, ce que je fis avec bonheur et ayant terminé il me dit de revenir le lendemain au même endroit, ce qui eut l'effet de me donner des palpitations car j'avais tellement envie de refaire la même chose mais je lui dis que ce serait bien s'il venait chez moi car j'habitais seul et que dorénavant, je le considérais comme mon mari et qu'étant sa femme, il pouvait disposer de moi quand il voulait à la mai***.
Il a accepté et depuis je suis comblé par tous les trous et dans toutes les positions à n'importe quel moment de la journée et ça c'est une autre histoire que je vous raconterai plus tard.

trop salope


.Mois d'avril, de retour des courses, en petite robe blanche s'arrêtant aux genoux et escarpins, ma mère a un string rouge transparent en dessous, je me demande comment elle n'a pas pu se faire accoster sous cette matinée ensoleillée.


Le téléphone ***ne, ma mère réclame des sous, c'est le gars de la dernière fois qui l'a filmé, il dit qu'il ne paiera pas sous cette argument, il peut montrer la vidéo et photo à tout le monde et que c'est une salope...


Ma mère refuse l'invitation à le rejoindre dans le bureau de *** entreprise... il lui donne un ultimatum.


Ma mère est prise au piège, elle a 5 minutes pour rappeler...

De plus, ils connaissent notre adresse. Je lui conseille d'y aller, que je serai là en cas de débordement, médusée, elle accepte finalement, je sens *** excitation et *** énervement, je lui touche l'entrejambe. « Tu mouilles maman tu vois » « j'y peux rien »

17heures, on part à l'adresse, une entreprise de livrai***.
On rentre, monte avec l'ascenseur, entre au bon bureau je vois deux jeunes qui me disent quelque chose et le père.

Il m'explique que c'est ses frères jumeaux, tous deux de 18 ans! Ils veulent tremper leurs queues dans une bonne pute de mère.
« Putain la pute regarde »
« Wep je la baise cette pétasse »


Les deux jeunes n'arrêtent pas de la toucher, il la déshabille maladroitement, ma mère impuissante se laisse faire.
Totalement sans une touche de charme, ils lui crachent dessus, tapent dans ses seins, lui donnent la fessée, jouent avec *** string...



Attentif je regarde ce spectacle, puis le père je le prends à l'écart, après explication, lui dit sèchement qu'il n'est pas maître de la situation. Il cautionne.


De retour, je vois que ma mère prend *** pied avec ses 2 jeunes qui la ***********, *** corps est entièrement léché, allongé sur une table, elle prend chère,


Le père y passe aussi après avec moi histoire de « lui faire la vidange »
Pour nous faire pardonner, ils nous invitent à dîner, nous acceptâmes, pendant ce temps ma mère remet *** string, sa robe et ses escarpins comme si rien ne s'était passé.


On part en direction de leur mai***, avec beau jardin et piscine.
Après maintes discussions, nous sommes partis, et nous restèrent en contact.


Ma mère avait désormais trouvé ses amants, 3 jeunes et un adulte qu'elle aimait beaucoup.
En plus, mon pote, le black venait de temps la soulager avec *** cousin, 2 bites blacks pour *** cul rose, sans oublier Mr untel, « le vieux pervers » de 61 ans, et bien sûr moi-même, au total 8 queues pour elle, gourmande.


Les petits jeunes et leur père avaient un jour un service à demander à ma mère, assez dingue qui étaient de remplacer leur mère et de se faire passer pour elle devant une convocation parents profs avec leur prof d'histoire dont il ne les aimait pas, pris à la rigolade au début, ce défi prenait forme, et maman jouait le jeu... se faire passer pour une grosse catin!


Je l'avais vu partir ce jour là, d'une petite robe noir qui moulait *** cul et aspirait le tissu, on pouvait facilement devinait *** string... c'est moi qui lui avait acheté, un petit string rose exquis qui passe finement bien sur *** anus et sur le contour de ses lèvres, mode d'emploi de ma mère qui a les trous vides et veut les remplir: soulever sa robe juste un peu, écarter délicatement le string et introduisez-y vous pour votre plus grand plaisir.


Cela s'était terminé en partie de jambes en l'air. Une queue de plus à *** palmarès...

Il y avait une autre relation que je ne connaissais pas, ma suceuse de mère se faisait sauter par *** demi-frère, elle m'avoua cela il y a peu, il fallait s'en douter, 4 ans plus jeune qu'elle, il se l'était tapé en vacances lorsqu'il avait 18 ans. Il avait fait éruption dans sa chambre pendant qu'elle se masturbait, pris en flagrant délit, lui s'avança vers elle toujours avec la banane dans sa chatte, elle ne disait rien, il sortit sa queue ...


Depuis à chaque fois qu'il vient en camping, il y invite ma mère qui ne refuse pas à le rejoindre avec ses potes, et aujourd'hui, c'est ce fameux jour... elle reçoit un sms de sa part


J'ouvre la porte de la salle de bain, elle met un bikini, et enfile une robe blanche, chapeau et lunettes, elle part à une soirée à côté de la plage non loin du camping ou elle a pris rdv, me fait une bise et part s'amuser.

Je décide aussi d'y aller avec les 2 jeunes que j'appellerai olive et tom, c'est assez connu et il y aura beaucoup de filles.
Soirée en pleine air, on délire comme des fous, bonne musique, alcool, animations bonne ambiance, je cherche ma mère mais ne la trouve pas...

Tard dans la soirée, il y a une élection miss bikini, j'ai la vague impression qu'elle doit s'y trouver. Avec marc et olive, on approche et on reconnaît un moment donné ma mère qui défile, elle doit faire un petit tour proche du public, se retourner 3 4 fois lentement et repartir, elle la joue sexy, trop sexy, et c'est la même pour les autres, je suis sûr qu'elle terminera dans les premières malgré *** âge, cependant beaucoup la siffle positivement, je sais qu'elle doit se réjouir.

J'avais bien rai***, elle fini sur le podium en étant 3 ème... à ce moment j'aperçois un petit groupe qui l'acclame vraiment fort, c'est eux.


On organise une filature, ma mère se détache de la fête avec ses baiseurs, on les suit jusqu'au camping, elle est un peu bourrée, et toujours en bikini,


Ils s'approchent d'un bungalow et on aperçoit de loin qu'elle commence à les sucer, ils ***t 8 en tout mais il y a aussi une autre femme, quand je pense qu'ils vont tous passer sur *** corps, putain cette grosse pute.

Toujours au loin on observe la situation, on a bonne vue. Ils ricanent, des bruits de jouissance se font entendre...

elles se font baiser à tour de rôle... ils ne font pas semblant... ceci dit je remarque qu'elles ***t attachées, les mains liés à la poutre.

Les 2 trous sur pattes s'en prennent plein... 1 heure après, cela se termine, ils repartent vers la soirée mais elles non, elles ***t toujours attachées dans l'obscurité...


15 minutes plus tard, ils reviennent, ils ***t plus, au moins une dizaine.., je suis choqué, cette situation m'excite. Ils ***t l'air super heureux, cela ne m'étonne pas. Ils commencent à mettre de la musique, j'ai la bonne impression qu'ils vont continuer la soirée ici. je sais qu'elle doit prendre *** pied ou qu'elle a pris, malgré tout, j'ai peur qu'elle se fasse abusé, avec marc et olive, on prend la décision d'appeler la police depuis une cabine, après tout c'est notre salope et pas la leur, si elle est consentante, la police la laissera s'amuser et eux aussi sinon ils feront le vide...


On retourne à notre cachette, la police arrive au bout d'un certain temps. La musique s'arrête durant 2 minutes puis reprend ! Je ne vois per***ne qui ressort !!

Rien ne sert de rester là, on se tire... les enculés.

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Family ****** in Kenya


Gatamaiyo Forest Nature Preserve. This is where Abigail discovered the baby leopard tortoise. It was so cute, that when she saw it she had to have it. So, she picked it up and popped it in her purse. She didn't even tell her brother, Heath, about it until much later.

Actually, back at the hotel, Heath saw some movement in her purse, jumped up and said, "hey, there's something in your purse."

He reached for a shoe to beat to death whatever had snuck into his sister's purse. But Abigail giggled and went over.... picked up the purse, to Heath's shock and dismay, and pulled the cute tortoise out.

"What the hell is that," he asked?

"Oh, I found her today, at the Nature Preserve," Abigail said, giggling.

"Her? That thing is probably a boy turtle," he said.

"Shows you what you know. A turtle lives around water. This is a tortoise."

"Anyway, it's a dumb idea. Wait until ****** finds out about it. You're going to get in trouble. You can't go picking up any of the wildlife here."

"OH, Heath, you're such a killjoy. Who's going to miss a cute little girl tortoise anyway?"

Abigail was no longer a *****. At 16, she was a well-built younger version of her ******. She was, however, a willful ***** and compared to Heath, she gave her ******, Clifford, and her ******, Margaret, plenty of worry.

The family's vacation in Kenya had gone smoothly. Over 10 days they traveled to Mombasa, Nairobi and went as far as Kisumu on Lake Victoria. They visited Mt. Kenya National Park and got to see a lot of wildlife. Along the way, Heath managed to score a piece of rhino horn, to show his mates back in Portsmouth. And from a street seller, Mum had bought some sandalwood. So, when they went through customs on the way home, they ran into trouble. All three items were prohibited. The soon met Senior Customs Official, Howard Owiti. (Readers will want to read Kenyan Customs Nightmare and Sex Slaves of Kenya by Shabbadew2002 to learn more about Owiti and his scams.)

One of the customs people began to suspect something from the way Abigail was walking. A female officer took her into a room and that's when the leopard tortoise was discovered under the teen's skirt. And Margaret's sandalwood and Heath's rhino horn were soon uncovered as well.

Cavity Search

The family was then taken one-by-one into an examination room and subjected to a through search. Girls first and then the boys in a small, hot, airless room. This was done by two female guards. First, they made ****** and ******** strip in front of each other. As the two removed an article of clothing, they had to hand it to a guard, who then examined the garment. The older, heavyset guard, named Ambala, wore a pair of latex gloves. She ordered them, sweating and blushing to bend over and rest their upper bodies on the table.

"Spread your legs open wide," she said to them. "Wider."

Both ****** and ******** shuffled their feet to comply. They exchanged glances and a look of mutual embarrassment passed between them. Ambala loved the opportunity to humiliate mzungus (whites). She knew how to do it in a way that made both men and women experience shame. Often she was able to sexually her victims during the exam. Having these two white women bent over a table with their pussies and assholes shamefully exposed was deeply satisfying for her.

Ambala turned her attention to Margaret, who groaned now that she was facing the ordeal. She worked one and then two fingers into the 38 year old ******'s pussy - rummaging around and pressing on her G-spot. All of this was ostensibly an exam to see if she was hiding "contraband". She soon had Margaret moaning. Finally, Ambala lubricated the Englishwoman's anus with a fresh dab of ointment and worked a finger into her rectum. She worked it this way and that and soon made Margaret pant, squirm and groan with the intrusion. Finally, she pulled her finger out.

Neema, the other guard, was actually Ambala's ********. She pulled on pair of gloves.... lubricated two fingers....and went to work on Abigail. She quickly discovered the girl had no hymen. The 16 year old teen wasn't a virgin. She penetrated her and twisted her finger this way and that and then ****** two fingers in deeper to examine the girl's vagina thoroughly. Abigail whimpered as this was a very humiliating. When Neema had plumbed her depths and then pressed on her G-Spot, Abigail began to pant and then squeal as a burst of urine spurted from her urethra.

Abigail went, "Oh...oh...oh...OH..OH..OHHHHHHH," as the pressure on her bladder became too great.

Then Neema fingered the teen in her shithole. By the time she was done, Abigail was near tears. It had been an appalling experience for both women. They were allowed to dress and when they came out of the room, both husband and ***, seeing their faces, went pale as they contemplated having to undergo the same degrading experience.

Once he and his *** were inside the exam room, 42 year old Clifford protested being ****** to strip in front of the two women and his ***, but discovered he had no choice. Heath also found it extremely demeaning to have to take his clothes off as well. Both ****** and ***, when they were naked, put their hands over their cocks - trying for some dignity. Ambala told them to lean on the table and bend over.

When they were both in position, she told Clifford, "Pull your cheeks apart."

Humiliated, he had to do as he was told. She then began to lubricate his anus. He felt his asshole clench ************* when she began to rub ointment all over his anus. Then he groaned as she wormed her index finger into his hole, stretching first the outer sphincter.... and then the inner ring of muscle. He grunted at each *********. He lowered his face so that he was cradling it between his upper arms. In truth, he wanted to hide.

Heath was looking away, but as Neema began to penetrate his asshole, found himself turned into a "hand puppet" too. Neema, who was 21 and cute, had a field day examining her teenage victim. The boy began to groan softly as she worked her finger deeper into his rectum. When she found his prostate, she pressed and rubbed the walnut sized organ. She turned to Ambala and murmured something, in Swahili, that while she wasn't finding any contraband, she'd discovered he had a sensitive prostate gland.

As she palpated it, Heath began to groan. He was deeply shamed by the whole scene and realized, much to his horror, that his prick was starting to react. He tried to will himself not to feel anything, but try as he might, he couldn't do it. He snuck a peek between his legs to see his prick stiffening, much to his ***********. 'Oh ******* he thought to himself, 'please don't get a 'woodie' now.' His prick began to throb and twitch - growing stiffer. Soon, a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip, shaming him even more. Both women now instructed the men to stand up, turn around and put their hands behind their heads.

17 year old Heath wanted to die, he was so ashamed. He knew that his prick would be on full display, but he had no choice.

"Put your hands behind your head, please," Neema ordered him.

Both women proceeded to take ****** and ***'s pricks in hand and pushed back their foreskins to examine under their prepuces for contraband. Ambala told the men what they were doing, but it didn't make it any easier for them.

Now that they were done, Ambala turned to Clifford and said, "OK, you're both 'clean'. You may get dressed."

After this ordeal, Clifford and Margaret Bennett found themselves in front of Senior Customs official, Howard Otitis, in his small office.

"I'm going to have to report the theft of the tortoise to the Kenyan Wildlife Service," he said looking gravely.

"Is that serious," asked Clifford. He was slim man with a receding hairline and glasses. He looked serious and thoughtful. As the general manager of the Cascades Shopping Centre in Portsmouth, England, he was used to being able to deal with problems.

"They may even have to notify Interpol," Owiti added. "Smuggling wildlife out of Kenya is a serious offense. And the rhino horn....well you know how few of these creatures there are left in the wild. The sandalwood is also on the restricted list, but this is not as serious. Unfortunately, you and your family could be facing arrest. I can notify the British Consulate. You will need to hire a local attorney to represent you."

The couple came to the realization that they had stumbled into a hornet's nest. After this interview, they were shuttled from one office to another and after four hours, they were all fairly well frazzled when they were unceremoniously dumped back into a big, empty holding area. A somewhat brusque representative from the British Embassy, wearing a rumpled suit, showed up and made the couple more nervous. He told them that these cases can be "sticky" and that he would recommend an attorney.

"When can we go home," Clifford asked him?

"Well, it's not clear at this point. It all depends on how the government decides to look at your situation. Sometimes these things can get worked out fairly easily and well....other times, the Kenyan government takes a harder approach. It all depends on how many scandals are in the papers...That sort of thing. If they want to come off looking like they're cracking down on foreigners....then a situation like yours might be dealt with more harshly. It all depends..."

He was not very encouraging. And in the meantime, there was discussion about whether or not they would be turned over to the local police in Nairobi. The family, now all realizing the stewpot they were in began to hurl about recriminations. Clifford lost his temper at one point and berated Abigail for her thoughtlessness in absconding with the tortoise. But he didn't confine his anger to his ********. Both his wife and *** came in for their share of recriminations about their foolishness too.

And, then, embarrassed, Clifford apologized after Abigail began sniffling. She was upset by her ******'s outburst. She was closer to her Mum, and she and her ****** had often come to angry words and hard feelings over her rebellious ways.

The Bribe

Clifford moved over the far side of the room to think everything over. Owiti had dropped some hints that there might be a way for the them to avoid being enmeshed in the Kenyan legal system. So, Clifford, in reviewing this, decided to approach the Senior Customs Official. He asked the guard outside the door to see Owiti again. The Senior Customs Official again met with him in his office. He had his number one man, officer Kibwe, with him.

"You wanted to see me," Owiti began?

"Yes...hmmm.....I....uh.....well....I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to "expedite" this situation."

"I see. Well, you've met with a representative from your embassy. What did he advise you to do."

"Well, he said he would recommend an attorney."

"Well, that seems to be it," Owiti said.

"Well, I had the impression that you could be of help."

"In what way?"

"Well, if you could see to it that ....you know....perhaps the evidence or the paperwork ....you know...sort of disappeared...well..."

"Are you offering me something.... if such a thing were possible?"

"Well....yes."

"How much are you offering?"

"Oh...say...100,000 Kenyan shillings?"

"I see. Officer Kibwe, note that Mr. Bennett is offering me a bribe of 100,000 shillings to help him avoid the legal consequences of his family's actions. Mr. Bennett, let me advise you that I have been recording this conversation as well."

With that, he lifted a paper off his desk to reveal a small portable tape recorder - its little wheels spinning and recording everything.

"Adding bribery to your problems was not a good idea, Mr. Bennett."

As Kibwe escorted Clifford out of the office, the poor man felt pangs of anxiety in his chest. He had blundered. He was led back to the holding area where his wife and family waited. They would sit there another hour, sweating with the *****ren asking too many questions that the couple couldn't answer. Ostensibly, they were waiting to see if the Nairobi police would be arriving to take them to the central jail. And then, Kibwe came in and took Margaret aside.

"In a few minutes, ask to go to the Ladies room," is all he said.

When she emerged in the hallway, he took her to see Owiti.

"How cooperative are you willing to be, Mrs. Bennett," he asked?

Margaret eyed him carefully. Apparently, something was "up"....the question was: where was this man leading her?

"I would be willing to do anything rea***able....."

"You'll have to suck some cock."

"Oh....OH. When?"

"Right now."

"Do I have your word that my family will be released? And there'll be no repercussions?"

"If you cooperate; and do everything I tell you. Yes."

Margaret took a deep breath and said, "Uh......OK...ok.....I'll do it. I'll do it, if it means we can go home."

Owiti took her to the men's room and locked the door. He began feeling her up. He grabbed and squeezed her tits and then thrust his hand up under her skirt to grope her crotch and ass. Getting more excited, he unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock and balls. She stared at his thick black cock. His hard penis began to rear up from the kinky black hair at his groin. He stroked the shaft, rolling the foreskin back so the glans showed shiny and red.

He grinned as he enjoyed displaying his hard, hot dick to her. Margaret was somewhat intimidated by his cock....his black maleness. She had never seen a black dick before. She noted the organ's size; it was longer and thicker than her husband's. He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head around, establishing his control. Then he pushed her down to her knees to kneel on the hard, dirty tiled floor. He began rubbing the head of his cock all over Margaret's face.

Then, upping the degradation, he ****** her mouth open, yanked her head around by the hair and made her take it in her mouth. He got her mouth engulfing his dick. As he got it going in and out of her mouth, the sound of a key could be heard at the door. She tried to see who or what it was, but Owiti, still holding onto her hair, made sure she kept her concentration on his cock. The door opened and it was Kibwe. He came in grinning and Owiti nodded to him and said something in Swahili. He took out his longer, but slimmer cock and stroked it. He watched and his erection grew at what Margaret was being ****** to do.

And when Owiti made her run her flattened tongue down the length of his dick over its veiny surface, getting it wet and harder, he winked at Kibwe who chuckled at the sluttish thing the white ****** was being made to do. Soon Owiti had his dick all the way in her mouth and she was sucking on it like a baby....

At first she couldn't take too much of his cock into her mouth. Sucking and working it with her tongue and lips, she wanted him to please him so he wouldn't hurt her. But when his cock touched the back of her throat, Margaret couldn't help herself and gagged. Then, still holding her by the hair in one hand and guiding his cock with other, he made her take more of it. Margaret was now drooling......and it dripped down to wet her blouse. Soon, he was ******* his whole cock into her mouth – just face fucking her. He mouth fucked her and then gave her a breather.

But, when she slowed down and wasn't so "enthusiastic" he growled at her, "Suck it, cow."

With her hot mouth taking it all, it reached its full erect size, and not gagging and retching became the challenge for her. He ****** it to the opening to her throat - past the back of her tongue - and this made her gag over again and again. She began coughing and he took it out to let her get a breath. With her eyes tearing, her nose running and her mouth salivating like mad, she was becoming a sloppy mess. He let her catch her breath and then he yanked her head around a little and ****** it in again.

When she sucked him expertly, he praised her. When she displeased him, he took his dick out of her mouth and slapped her face with it. It was very humiliating.....When he went slowly, she only gagged a little. But when he began reaming her faster and deeper, she drooled and gagged, coughed and sputtered. Her throat muscles tightened ************* every time she felt his dick touch the back of her tongue. She struggled to control her gag reflex, but it was very hard.

He grabbed her head in both hands. The slow, rhythmic pace was gone. Margaret began to feel that she was going to *********. Her throat tightened up, no matter how hard she tried to relax. The saliva and pre-cum pooling in her mouth dribbled and ran over her lips and down her chin. Soon, there was a big wet spot on her blouse. He thrust his hips forward, groaned and ejaculated. He held her head steady and made her swallow his load. She coughed when it was over and it was a very sloppy cough.

Kibwe then got his turn with her. He used his dick to tease her lips. He made sure to smear his pre-cum on her lips. Then, he put it in her mouth. He came very quickly and when he was done spurting hotly and wetly into her mouth, he let her spit the semen and her saliva into her hand. He used the head of his dick to wipe some of it up. Then he presented it to her. Margaret dutifully licked it all up. He did this three times, making her swallow all the semen she'd spit out.

Then Owiti let her up and let her get cleaned up. After this, Kibwe took her back to where her family was waiting. She made sure to act like nothing had happened. Then Kibwe told Clifford that somebody from KWI, the Kenyan Wildlife Service, had shown up to interview Abigail. Actually, this was a lie. Owiti wanted to exploit the teen; and this was just a pretext.

Abigail's Ordeal

Kibwe brought Abigail to Owiti in his office. He told her that she was the main rea*** why her family was in trouble. That poaching a Leopard Tortoise was a very serious crime in Kenya. She tried to say something about how it was just a baby and she meant no harm, but he held up his hand to silence her. Kibwe pulled up an article online about how Kenya's wildlife was being exploited by foreigners – and Owiti made her read it. He was trying to make her feel guilty. She was just a stupid, soft hormone pumpkin of a girl and he used his experience and the sheer weight of the situation to fuck with her mind.

The issue of the tortoise had been brought home to her. He made her see that she had done a bad thing. When this began, she couldn't imagine that taking a cute baby tortoise could be a problem – and certainly not a crime. But the last few hours had its effect on the pretty teen. She was trembling when Owiti told her what could happen to her and her family. He laid it on pretty thick. Then he played the tape of her ****** trying to bribe Owiti.

"He was trying to save you and your family. And he got into more trouble by doing that. Don't you think it's time for you to do something?"

"What...what...what can I do," Abigail pleaded, tears coming to her eyes.

Owiti eyeballed her now. She was of average height, but well-built. She had her ********** wide hips and full ass and her tits filled her "C" cup bra to near overflowing. She was blonde, sweet with pretty pink lips and blue eyes. In short, she was a little doll. Owiti was salivating at the prospect of fucking her. Every time she tried to backtrack and say she didn't mean any harm, Owiti reminded her that this was an admission of guilt. His plan was to soften her up, break her down and then ****** her.

He leaned in close to her and when she tried to excuse what she did, Owiti pounced on her – trapping her with her own words. She had begun to tremble and her eyes kept filling with tears. By the time Owiti told her write out a confession on paper, Abigail was an emotional wreck. She would have done anything at that point.

The Chief Senior Customs Official made her write a two-paragraph confession in her own handwriting and then said to her, "I have a way for you to get yourself and your family out of trouble. Will you do what I say?"

"Yes Sir....yes....yes sir, I will," Abigail said tearfully.

"Well, you've been a "bad girl"," Owiti said. "Now, you have to do what all bad girls do. Do you understand?"

Abigail sat in a wooden chair, facing his desk. As he said this, he and Kibwe came over and got on either side of her. Abigail, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, looking angelic and sweet in sandals, a blue, patterned short-sleeved cotton blouse and a short skirt, squirmed as they got closer to her. She was holding the pad and pencil Kibwe had given her and sniffling. She had started to figure out what they wanted...

"My parents won't know what happens... right," she asked with a tremor in her voice?

"No."

Abigail began whimpering as she considered what she was being ****** to do.

"You just be a bad girl - and we'll let you go," he said to her.

Abigail looked up at Howard Owiti. Twenty-four years older, he projected authority. He smiled at her and then he ran his finger over her lips in an obscene way. Soon, he was ******* open her mouth and went from inserting one finger to working two fingers into her mouth - spreading open her lips. He had his fingers against her cheeks and then took hold of her tongue pulling the wet, pink organ out of her mouth. It was obscene what he was doing to her. It was like he was getting ready to finger-fuck her mouth.

As Kibwe watched, Owiti pried open her mouth and shoved his fingers in....Abigail rolled her head this way and that, but he was relentless and kept up the invasion of her mouth. Penetrating her with his fingers....he raped her mouth. Finally, he turned to her tits. He grabbed and began mauling them. He swung around and got behind her and pulled her back in her chair. Then, Kibwe began unbuttoning her blouse.

She whimpered, making soft sounds in her throat as they had their way with her. Owiti held her by her chin with one hand and with the other he rubbed and squeezed her full titties and pinched her rosy pink nipples. She was wearing a cute sports bra and he worked his hand underneath to rub and diddle her nipples. Then he got both hands underneath her bra.

Abigail kept her eyes closed and her face turned to one side as he touched her all over, grabbing and squeezing her plump tits. Then he reached down and grabbed the bottom of her bra in both hands and yanked it up.....pulling the garment up towards her neck. This exposed her tits fully.

They were as big as apples, creamy white and capped with strawberry-colored areolas and nipples. Abigail began to pant, as Owiti rolled, squeezed and hefted them in his hands. She had begun to look down at what he was doing to her and moaning softly. It was when he began bouncing her tits up and down in his hands that she started moaning at his obscene play.

In response, Owiti pulled her closer to him and reached down to yank her skirt up and grab her thighs. He simultaneously pulled her legs up and shoved her hips closer to the edge of the chair. This exposed her crotch to Kibwe who stared at her panty-covered "camel-toe". She was wearing pink panties with a cute pattern of hearts and flowers. Owiti made her put her feet on the edge of the chair and ran his finger down between her legs to stroke the folds of her pussy outlined in the crotch of her panties.

After playing with her this way for awhile, he grabbed her panties and pulled them tight in her crack, giving her a frontal wedgie. When Owiti pulled the material tighter Kibwe could now see her pubic hair. With the material wedged between her outer labia Owiti yanked the material left and right so it rubbed her sensitive inner labia as well as her clitoris. At the same time, he worked his finger back into into her mouth.

He was violating her a little bit at a time. Then with one hand on the crown of her head holding her steady, he got a finger underneath the leg band of her panties to rub her labia and explore her vagina. Abigail again began moaning softly. He took his finger out and it was wet up to the second knuckle. He brought it to her mouth and shoved it in, making her taste her own feminine secretions.

Following this he pounced, like a cat, and made her turn around to kneel on the chair with her elbows and upper body on the desk. He flipped up her skirt to expose her panties. He pushed her thighs together and then began giving her humiliating open handed slaps on her buttocks. Like she was a "bad girl" and needed a spanking. Abigail moaned and wiggled her ass as Owiti gave her harder smacks.

He pulled her right hand behind her and held it by the small of her back. He next pulled her panties tight in her crack again, displaying her full butt cheeks. Abigail had a lovely ass. Next, he pulled her panties down to her knees, exposing her ass completely. He pulled her cheeks apart to reveal her pussy and asshole.

She had a pretty patch of pubic hair between her legs with full pink labia and a tight pinkish-brown anus nesting in a slightly darker grove. He pushed and pulled her cheeks – open and closed - treating her like a puppet. Next, he worked a finger into her hole and wormed it around – making soft squelching sounds.

Then he withdrew his index finger and worked his second and third fingers into her tight wet channel. With his palm down and his index and pinky splayed out on the inner surface of her butt cheeks, he rotated them, feeling around inside her buttery depths for her G-spot and the urethral sponge.

When he found what he was looking for, he began to rub the area vigorously. As he found a rhythm and massaged the bumpy patch harder and harder, Abigail began moaning. Then, she began a keening wail as she began spurting juice. She ejaculated like a whore. Owiti's fingers, wrist, and Abigail's pussy and inner thighs all got very wet. He had made her have a very wet cum.

Owiti pulled out of her pussy and brought his wet fingers over to her face. He displayed them to her and then made her lick them. It was very humiliating. Abigail tried to slump down into a ***** position on the chair, but the seat was too small for her to do this and Owiti had already grabbed her by the right arm and pulled her up into a sitting position. He then grabbed her by the hair and pulled her forward so that her face was right up against his crotch.

He rubbed her face all over his bulge as she whimpered. ************* she opened her mouth and put her lips up against the bulge. She squirmed on the seat, but then sat riveted as Owiti unbuckled his belt, unzipped his trousers and pulled everything down to flaunt his cock and balls.

She looked at his package. He was twenty-four years older and black. And she had never had anything to do with a man like that. He made her hold his black cock. And it was already very hard and sizable in length and thickness. He took her hand and jerked it back and forth. This retracted his foreskin and Abigail couldn't stop staring at the reddish head as it was exposed. Then he told her to put her hand on his balls. She did so but he had to take her hand and show her what he wanted her to do: tickle his ball sack and jerk him off.

He had to keep taking her by the hand to get her to do it. She kept her head down and stared right at his cock with a fearful look in her eyes. Then taking a hold of her by her ponytail he pushed her face on his cock. He pulled her this way and that, all the while telling her to keep her mouth open, so he could work her mouth on his cock. Following this, he let go of her, but told her to kiss and lick him THERE. She looked up at him and brushing back tendrils of her hair that were obscuring her face, she looked over at Kibwe. His face seemed to say, 'that's how you have to behave bad girl. Now, do what you're told and everything will be OK.'

Abigail hesitated just a little and that's when Owiti grabbed her by the ponytail again, but this time not as rough and said to her, "now get busy and use your tongue. Lick and kiss it.....understand?"

Abigail looked up and nodded and then went to work doing his bidding. She began licking all around the corona with the tip of her tongue daintily. Owiti let her do that for a moment and then got his two hands on her head and roughly rubbed her mouth all over his ball sack and cock. She was being too tentative and cautious and Owiti got impatient. He yanked her head around a bit holding onto her ponytail.

Abigail's brow furrowed when she heard what he wanted next. He shook her head like she was a disobedient ***** and commanded her to open her mouth. She had no choice. His cock had a big mushroom head. It was reddish in color and contrasted sharply with the black shaft. He let her get used to it for a moment and then using her ponytail, as a handle, he made her take it deep. He did that and then pulled her off it and then jerked her back on it.

He got it in so deep that she gagged and began making retching sounds. She was struggling not to throw up. He did this several times; each time it was hard for her. She gasped and strained to keep up with the thick flow of saliva her mouth was producing. Her lips and chin were now very wet. Every time he pulled out, his cock was connected to her mouth with strings of her saliva. As he went in deeper and reached the entrance to her throat, her mouth defensively produced torrents of saliva to protect her. Her nose had started to run and her eyes were wet too as he pulled and pushed her back and forth like a doll.

"Stay down on it, girl," he barked at her.

She grimaced and labored to say something to appease him. But he wanted to humiliate and degrade her. When he got it in her mouth again he pushed her down on it and then using her hair jerked her back and forth. Abigail began making the nastiest sounds as she gagged and heaved at the invasion of her mouth. When he'd gotten a good rhythm going again, he grasped her head with both hands and humped his hips forward.

The saliva began running down the corners of her mouth in thick strands to drip onto the floor. Then he just held her head steady and Abigail's whole body began to buck as she desperately fought her gag reflex. She had her hands on his thighs and she was clenching and unclenching them....and then beating softly on his legs as she struggled not to throw up.

"You stay down on it," he snapped at her again.

When he let her go, she pulled back to get his cock out of her mouth and gasped for breath. A river of thick saliva spilled from her mouth and one thick, nasty strand still connected her mouth to his cock. She looked up at him with tears running down her right cheek.....

"I'll....I'll do it.... good," she promised.

When he put his hands back on her head she looked at his cock weary and reluctant - then opened her mouth for the next assault. She sucked up the strand of saliva - following it until she came to the reddish cock head. Then she took him in. This time it was easier.....she was getting used to having something big in her mouth.

Lubricated by all the saliva, Owiti began to work his cock in and out.....in and out....methodically....not too fast and not too slow. He was using her mouth like it was her pussy and Abigail was getting a sex lesson in how to take a big cock. Tears ran down her cheeks, saliva drooled and the sound of her gulping and swallowing dominated the moment. There was a buildup of her saliva on his testicles and as he face-fucked her it dripped down to her lap.

Owiti began to go faster and faster and Abigail had her eyes closed, her pretty features screwed into a scowl, with her open palms resting on his thighs. His hips did a little jig as he began ejaculating. Semen squirted out the right side of her mouth as her tongue worked on the underside of the shaft. Owiti pulled his cock slowly from her warm, wet mouth.

She ****** and heaved – there was so much semen. It tasted warm and salty sweet, but there was so much that it was a bit gross. When she looked up at him, Owiti told her to swallow. She did it. She was panting and her mouth was still drooling afterwards. Her blouse was still open, her bra was pulled up to her neck and her panties were down around her ankles.

That's when Kibwe came over and praised her. She looked up at him imploringly as if to say, 'I did what you wanted, can I go home now'? His answer, still smiling at her, was to help Owiti take off all her clothes. They stripped her naked and got her up on the desk. Owiti held her by her shoulder and head and stuck his finger in her mouth again. Kibwe pushed her thighs up to her breasts and began finger fucking her. When he got her nice and juicy, he worked his second and third fingers into her and, palm up, began searching for her G-spot. When he found it he worked it hard until he made her spurt again wetting the desk.

When Abigail saw another man enter the room, she began struggling and Owiti and Kibwe wrestled her into **********. It was another guard, Matata. He was younger than Kibwe and number two man on the squad. Owiti changed places and Kibwe got by her face, took his hard cock out and worked his fingers into her mouth to pry it open so he could get his black dick in. Kibwe dropped his trousers and shorts and rubbed the tip of his cock all over her face as Owiti played with her clitoris to get her worked up. Matata came over and held her head so Kibwe could get a good blowjob.

Owiti barked at her to suck Kibwe's dick good. He told her to lick it from his ball sack to the tip. She did it until his package was shiny with her saliva. Kibwe got very hot having this 16 year old white doll servicing him. He got his dick in her mouth and thrust it in and out, alternating it with wriggling his hips. Soon, Abigail's near virginal mouth with her sweet pink lips had swallowed his full length. Owiti was holding her head by her ponytail and helping Kibwe fuck her mouth. Matata had begun rubbing her pussy, squeezing her breasts and pinching her rosy-pink nipples.

Kibwe came in Abigail's mouth as Owiti held her head so that she swallowed everything. Kibwe let out a satisfied groan as he emptied his balls in the white teen's mouth. Following this, Owiti got her positioned so he could fuck her as Matata got her sucking his cock. They bent her over with her hands on her knees. Owiti got behind her and Matata took a position in front of her. The two men enjoyed Abigail's "hospitality" top and bottom. Kibwe pinched her nipples to add to the sensations overwhelming her.

She began moaning when Matata worked his cock in and out and then hosed, so much that she ****** and gagged. When Owiti was ready to cum, he pulled out and got in her face. Poor Abigail had to take another heavy load in her mouth. She had just swallowed Matata's slippery load when she had to swallow Owiti's ejaculation. Following this, Kibwe got two fingers into Abigail's open vagina. He began finger banging her; and made her spurt one last time. He shoved his wet fingers at her face and rubbed them all over her lips - eventually making her suck them clean.

Abigail was exhausted by what they had done to her and sank to her knees. Owiti and Kibwe pulled her to her feet and dumped her in the chair as the Chief Senior Customs Official adjusted his trousers and belt. He said something to the two men, who nodded and then left. Abigail sat there, sweaty and flushed.

She asked, "can I go now?"

"Hmmmm......I may have one more thing. If you it, you'll be able to go," he said sounding reasonable. "You can go back to your family now. Get yourself together."

Abigail got herself cleaned up in the ladies room. Then Kibwe took her back to the holding area. When Margaret saw Abigail, she came over and threw an arm around her. She asked if everything was alright and Abigail, quickly said, 'yes, they just wanted me to say how I found the tortoise'. But Margaret was left with the feeling that Owiti had ******** her ********. She suspected the worst.....

Conditions in the holding room were not good. They had water, but no food and had to ask to use the restroom if nature called. There was nothing to do but try to nap on the hard benches or just sit there and wait. An hour later, the family was driven in a lorry by Kibwe, and a young guard named Joseph, to a Quonset hut just outside the airport. They were given something to eat and there was a restroom, a table and chairs, some old magazines, a beat-up old divan and a small battered TV set.

Clifford asked what was happening and Kibwe told him that, "I know the Senior Customs Official is working on your case. I am hopeful; you should be too."

Margaret's Gang ****

Under the pretext that Margaret needed to sign a paper that would absolve her of any malfeasance in possessing the sandalwood, Kibwe took Margaret with him when he left. Margaret, when she got back to the airport, was taken to a small storeroom. Inside, one bare light bulb illuminated a table and chairs and a cot covered with a dirty mattress. And, at that moment four men showed up: Howard Owiti, Matata and two young guards, Jelani and Joseph. Margaret took one look at them and knew what she was going to be made to do. Owiti wasted no time...

"Take off your clothes, cow," he ordered her.

When Margaret was slow to respond, he barked at her "Get them off, cow."

Margaret took off her blouse, her skirt and her bra. Then slowly she reached down and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her bikini panties and pulled them down. Naked, she didn't know what to do with her hands. She kept opening, closing them and then wringing them. Now that her tits were on display, they could see she had big, full hangers with large brown areoles and nipples. She was a buxom woman...

"Bend over the table and spread your legs," Owiti said to her.

Humiliated, she shuffled over to the table. She bent over and lay down - her pussy fully exposed in this position. Margaret had a hairy cunt with plump labia and a big brown, tight "starfish" of an asshole nestled in her crack. Her full, fat buttocks were snow white, but the crevice between her cheeks was darker.

Then, the men dropped their trousers to reveal five large black uncircumcised dicks. Margaret looked at their cocks as each was revealed. The men were mostly hard and rough with shiny black skin. Matata's skin was almost blue-black. She bit her lip as she saw what she was going to have to take in her pussy.

Already their dicks were starting to stiffen. Matata's was already pointing towards the ceiling. To Margaret they looked like big, black truncheons. She licked her lips nervously. Owiti came over and grabbed and squeezed her tits; and pushed her thighs further apart to play with her sex. The others could soon see her wet labia, glistening as he worked two fingers in her sexhole.

He rooted around, exploring the size and feel of her hole. When he pulled his fingers out, they were connected to Margaret's sex hole by long thick strings of vaginal mucus. It was obvious she wasn't going to need any lubrication. He jammed his fingers back in and finger-fucked her steadily.

'Please....Please....OH GOD...please....don't let me cum. PLEASE', Margaret prayed silently to herself. She was sickened and yet aroused by the feeling of being surrounded by so many rough, virile, aggressive black men. It had a locker room feel to it and it was repugnant as well as arousing to her. She hated herself for feeling anything, but was helpless to control her own body.


Owiti took the first turn with her. He bent her over with her elbows on the table and her head between her hands. Her piss flaps glistened wetly in the overhead light partly hidden by the thick mat of dark brown pubic hair guarding her nest. Owiti got his cock in deep and he took his time to work her cunt. Margaret's moans were keyed to what he did to her with his cock. When he ****** it in deep and slow, she groaned. When he pounded her fast and hard, she began to moan and squeal; it was obvious she was getting hot.

Owiti came in Margaret's pussy and when his pulled his cock out, he pinched her labia to trap his load. Margaret was sweating and panting. Then she put her knuckle up to her mouth to bite on it aimlessly. She seemed to be in another world. In truth, she was wrestling with her feelings when he brought his slimy cock around to her face. The rough way he used her was not something she was used to, but nevertheless she found it stirred her senses and emotions.

"Clean it," he said to her simply.

She was blown away that he would make her use her mouth to clean his cock and balls of all traces of sweat, semen and her vaginal secretions – AFTER HE'D FUCKED HER. She had never had a man treat her like THAT! Like a whore. She found the feelings it aroused: disturbing and unsettling. Then Kibwe started in on her. While Owiti had her cleaning his cock, Kibwe moved between her legs and took his turn. He was soon rutting away like an ******.

When he finished fucking her and dumping his load in her cunt he stood in front of her face to have his cock and balls cleaned. He had scooped out some of his and Owiti's cum with his fingers. He grabbed Margaret by the hair, like she was a disobedient ***** and made her open her mouth. Then he wiped the cum on her tongue and suck his fingers clean.

Margaret began whimpering and moaning at being treated like a whore. Matata then stepped up to take his turn with her. He got his cock into her pussy with no fuss and pounded away. She struggled not to cum, but she was getting close. He fucked her real good, but didn't cum. Then he grunted and roared as he ejaculated in her hot pussy.

Before she had to clean his cock Margaret looked back and another black man was standing behind her ass - a very tall Maasi warrior type - who sported a long weapon of a cock. This was Jelani. After him came young Joseph.... Both men were very young and both came quickly.

After these young men, 15 years or more her junior, had inseminated her, she heard the door open and watched four new men pour in. They were wearing overalls and were full of high spirits, laughing and slapping palms. They were maintenance workers and friends of Owiti's. They came in and crowded around Margaret, now dripping, sweaty and exposed with her pussy and ass on display. The taunted her with what they were going to do to her.

And soon, they dropped their trousers. The sound of their zippers opening was a very distressful sound for Margaret. To think that each and every one of them was going to fuck her blew her mind. She had never been used this way. But she had fantasized about it....(like so many women do.......)

Over and over Margaret had to take one cock after another in her fertile vagina. Soon, Margaret was "fuck happy". Margaret finally came; and when she did, she just kept cumming as men took turns with her. Much to her shame. They worked her into such a state that she began screaming in sheer uncontrolled lust:

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me... FUCK ME....FUCK ME....FUCK ME.... I'm cumming... Cum in my pussy. CUM IN MY PUSSY. CUM in my WHORE'S PUSSY. I'M CUMMING....I'M CUMMMMMMMMMING."

The kept on her belly, but soon had her on her back on the dirty cot. Her pussy became so sloppy with semen that most of the men, when they stepped up for their turn, wiped her pussy with her panties before they would put their dick in her. Each time someone used her panties to clean her pussy, it became more saturated and disgusting. One of them finally stuffed the nasty, wet rag into Margaret's mouth before he fucked her.

Men stood around and critiqued each other's performance. Or cheered their mates on, especially when one of them made her cum. When this group was done, another four, young, strong men showed up. These guys were from the airport police department. Four young uniformed studs...all in their early twenties. Some men fucked her from behind with her bent over the table. Some pushed her to the cot and fucked her with her legs on their shoulders. They treated her like a doll or a puppet.

Margaret found it a very humiliating experience to be gang ****d. They were rough with her and pulled and pushed her around like she was a toy. They fucked her liked they hated her. When this group had done the deed, another man strolled in. He was a baggage handler at the airport - a giant of a man and a local legend. His name was Tembo, which was Swahili for "elephant".

When he got his turn with Margaret, he smiled from ear-to-ear as the other men began cheering him on. His cock was half-hard and even then, it was enormous. Margaret, who had been fucked by 14 men at that point, and whose pussy was loose and slippery with semen and her own juices, looked at his dong and her eyes popped open WIDE!

He had a monster between his legs in a room full of big, hard, hot dicks. He wiped Margaret's pussy as clean as she could, as she lay on the cot with her legs splayed open....and then on the dirty mattress, he pushed her legs to her tits and got her legs on his shoulders. As he got her into position, his dick seemed to keep lengthening and stiffening.

He grabbed his huge dong - pulled the foreskin back and forth and said to her, "well, bitch – you're gonna get stretched now."

Margaret groaned as she looked down and saw how big and thick his dick was. Now fully erect, it seemed to be as long as her forearm and as big around as her wrist.

"Oh, God....IT'S SOOOOO BIG," she said stunned.

He rubbed her swollen, purple labia with the head of his dick. He took his time and worked it into her pussy. In a little....then out....then back in. Margaret had accepted her fate and was relaxing her sloppy wet vagina as much as she could to allow him access to her womanly depths. He took a few minutes to work it in. The other men crowded around to watch him get it into her. There was something about watching a bigger man invade the pussy you just fucked that attracted men as much as the biggest football game on the tube.

When it was about ¾ of the way he began to fuck Margaret slowly. As he fucked her, she kept up moaning and grunting and crying out as his massive cock ironed out all the wrinkles in her womanly depths. After a few minutes, when he had gotten almost all of it in, he really put it to her. Even her labia were pushed into her sex-hole on the in-stroke. Semen in her vagina was ****** out of her hole and ended up on her moist folds as his thick cock stretched her. It was like seeing a fat snake squeezing itself into a small hole. Her pussy juice and semen were smeared all over his black monstrosity as he plowed her.

Margaret began to howl like an ****** when he pounded her. She came, but to say she had an orgasm was to understate it by a factor of ten. She had the biggest cum of her whole life. Having had two ********, she had a normal vagina for a ******. But, some women need a big dick and this dick was more than anything Margaret had ever had in her hole. The English woman had an orgasm that started in her pussy, soared up into her tummy and reverberated down her thighs.

Then Tembo, with a roar, came after she did, and shot wads and streams of cum deep into her hole. Margaret's cunt stayed open when he got off her. You could see up her vagina. Semen ran and drooled from her stretched cunt to form a puddle between her ass cheeks on the dirty mattress.

Tembo brought his softening monster over for Margaret to clean. She dutifully licked his cock and balls clean of her secretions and his cum. This group having done its duty, the men dressed and left. But, then the last group of three showed up. Margaret groaned when she saw more men unzipping their trousers.

They got her bending over the table and fucked her from behind, slamming their dicks into her hard and fast. Margaret came again....When it was all over, she had been fucked by 18 men. They had filled her pussy to overflowing. She had experienced mind-blowing vaginal-uterine orgasms that surged from her pussy down her legs and up to her sternum.

The gang bang finally over - Margaret lay dripping and drenched in sweaty exhaustion on the soiled mattress. She whimpered and moaned, moving her knees together and apart gently as her cunt spasmed and drooled its loads of pearl jam. Her pubic hair was matted down and nasty. Semen had run down her ass crack. She was a mess. Owiti had Kibwe take a picture of her with his phone's digital camera. The snapshot showed her naked with her legs spread and cum drooling from her cunt. Tembo was behind her, but you could only see him from the waist down. His long, thick dong, dangling almost to his knees, was in the shot as he stood behind Margaret. It was the type of photo that would scandalize Margaret if it ever appeared on the Internet.....

"Her pussy is kind of disgusting now - don't you think," Kibwe said to Owiti, who agreed.

Margaret would be allowed to clean herself up as best as possible and dress. They would bring her back to the Quonset hut when she was presentable. Meanwhile, the hot sperm worked its way into her fertile womb seeking her eggs. Her panties were a lost cause and were discarded in the trash. When Margaret got back to the hut, she tried to look her best and act as if nothing had happened.

She reassured Clifford that everything was 'in order' and claiming fatigue, she lay down on the cot and soon feel asleep. Actually, her arrival had broken up a heated exchange between Abigail and Heath, as to who was more responsible for the family's trouble. Clifford was glad to see Margaret. He was tired of playing referee. Owiti showed up about two hours later and took Clifford aside.

The Senior Customs Official told him, "I've been working on your situation and I can tell you that you've never been closer to having this whole thing wrapped up. Just be patient. I'm sending over cots and food, so relax. You'll be out of here in no time at all. Just be patient."

The Hot Seat

Actually, pervert that he was, Owiti had one last degradation in mind for the family when he said that to Clifford. He planned to make Heath fuck his ****** and ***** Clifford to fuck his nubile ********.

He took Kibwe, Matata, Tembo and Ambala with him. His crew the Kenyan Customs Services Department of the Kenyan Revenue Authority, plus Tembo, came with him to the Quonset hut. Joseph and Jelani were there already, as they had been standing guard over the family. They greeted their comrades as the sic scrambled from the lorry. Then, they all went inside.

"Greetings, my friends," Owiti said to the family when they were all standing in the hut. The family had been lounging....sitting in chairs, laying on the cots and watching TV.

"Oh...hello," said Clifford warily, getting up from his cot.

The sheer ebullience of their entrance was disturbing. 'What are they all doing here', Clifford wondered?

"You're almost done. AND, ready to go home," Owiti announced dramatically.

"Really," asked Clifford?

"OH...YES," said Owiti.

"There is only one thing left to do...and when it's done, you can all go home on the next flight to London," Owiti said.

Each member of the family secretly rejoiced at this announcement.

"What else has to be done," Margaret queried, beating Clifford to the punch?

"Well, first off, we need to bring the family up to date," Owiti said.

As he said this, he brought out a portable tape recorder and set it on the table.

"Come close and listen," he said.

He turned on the recorder and the family listened as Margaret was heard in the throes of sexual arousal and orgasm. Owiti put the blown-up photo of her taken after everyone had fucked her on the table. Tembo's huge dick could be seen above her left shoulder. Clifford listened and looked. His face showed his shock.

Abigail looked and listened to her ****** being sexed and then looked at Owiti as if to say, 'you told me that it was up to me to save my family. And I let you you all ***** me. What are you doing to my ******?' She felt betrayed and even jealous. She thought she was going to be the one to "save" the family. Her feelings would soon be a factor in the events to come...

"That's the sound of your wife, Mr. Bennett," Owiti said, grinning as Margaret's voice could be heard hitting a high "C" note on the tape. "To free your family, she 'volunteered' to provide 'entertainment' and 'relaxation' for hard working men at the airport.

"You bastard," Clifford spat....

"Temper, temper, my British friend," Owiti advised.

"Your family broke the law....and then YOU tried to bribe me. You have no right to lose your temper. If you're smart, you'll realize your wife has a better understanding of the world.... and how it works."

The sound of Margaret as she came with Tembo fucking her silly was then heard on the tape.

"That's the sound of your wife cumming when Tembo fucked the **** out of her," Owiti declared smugly to Clifford as he pointed to the giant baggage handler.

Clifford groaned and put his face in his hands. Margaret blushed from her tits upwards to her face. Heath was embarrassed for his ****** and Abigail sulked.

"Now, you only have one chore left and your family can go free," Owiti said addressing Margaret. "All you have to do is fuck your *** here."

Margaret, already stunned by the turn of events, went white.

"You've got to be kidding," she finally said.

"You know me well enough to know I don't kid around."

"Well, I won't do it."

Clifford then joined in protesting this latest outrage. Heath looked stricken and Abigail was shocked too. This was too much....

"If you do it, you can go free. If you don't I have ways of persuading you," Owiti said ominously.

Margaret continued to say, 'no'. Owiti snapped his fingers and Jelani and Joseph pushed a bare metal bicycle over. It had been turned into a weird contraption. The front wheel was gone and the bike was mounted to a heavy wooden board. The rear wheel had been jacked up and rested on a wooden cradle so the wheel didn't touch the board. The seat was bare metal. Whatever padding and covering there was had been removed. There were straps on the handles and the pedals.

There was a car battery mounted on the back of the board, behind the rear wheel. Everyone watched as Kibwe then brought over a black box, some wires and a plastic spray bottle. He set the box up on the table and attached red and black wires to it. Then he attached the wires to the battery. There was a T-shaped handle on the top of the box. None of them were sure what it was......

"Know what this is," he asked Margaret?

Staring at it, she said, "n...no."

"Well....I call it the "bicycle". When I put someone on it I say that they're going for a "ride". It's an electric shock machine. Now, I'm going to have my men put you on it. As soon as the circuit is activated, you'll feel a shock from the seat. How much of a shock depends on how far this handle has been pushed forward. You can reduce the current by pedaling. If you pedal hard enough, it won't hurt too much, .....but..... you'll get tired. The "bicycle" will break you in the end. Trust me on this. But you can avoid all that by just saying, yes'. Do you understand?"

"Oh God. No....Please..... please....please don't do this to me," she begged.

Clifford pleaded, 'please don't do this to my wife'.

Margaret, overwhelmed, sat down in a chair and wrapped her arms around herself and rocked gently trying to calm herself. Owiti pointed to the "bicycle". When she refused again, Kibwe and Matata got Margaret up on her feet. Owiti had Jelani, Joseph and Tembo bind ****** and *** to chairs and gag them. He allowed Abigail to remain free...Clifford began panting and struggled in his bonds. Abigail came over to stand sympathetically by his side. She tried to soothe him and stroked his shoulder affectionately.

Margaret, frightened, tried to get away, but Kibwe and Matata held her. Owiti sprayed the bicycle's seat with water and motioned for his men to bring Margaret over. She resisted. She twisted this way and that, but Kibwe and Matata had her.

"Take off your clothes," Owiti told her.

She refused, so he had his crew strip her. The others watched helplessly as Margaret was stripped naked, right in front of their eyes. Heath's eyes nearly bugged out of his head as he saw his ******'s naked tits, hairy crotch and big butt for the first time. Clifford was in agony as his wife was displayed. Kibwe and Matata then muscled her onto the bicycle and strapped her wrists to the handle bars and her ankles to the pedals.

There were two halves of a belt mounted on either side of the seat. They hung down from the seat; Kibwe grabbed and pulled them up and across Margaret's lap. Then he buckled them. She wouldn't be able to get off the seat now. The cruel utility in the shape of the seat was revealed as it parted her buttocks nicely and her own body weight pressed her pussy, perineum, and anus right up against the bare, wet metal.

She was going to have to go for a painful "ride" unless she complied. Owiti asked her again if she was ready to fuck her *** and again Margaret refused. He went over to the transformer and put his hand on the T-handle. Margaret stared ********** at his hand resting threateningly on it. He told her to get ready; then turned to the others and said, 'watch what happens next'.

Owiti edged the handle forward on the transformer; and the box started to hum. The current surged.......Margaret, only tethered by her wrists and ankles, felt the current in her wet bottom and tried to arch her hips and ass up off the seat. But the strap prevented her from getting off the seat. Feeling the current, her body went rigid and she began twitching as the electricity sizzled and surged thru her loins. There was only the whine of the machine and then the sound of Margaret squealing. Then she began pedaling like a madwoman. The rear wheel spun, but Margaret groaned and squealed as the seat was alive with electricity.


After a few seconds Owiti pulled the handle back and the transformer's buzz died away. Margaret slumped, her head flopped forward and she panted. Owiti then asked her again if she was ready to fuck her *** and when she remained silent, he pushed the handle forward and the transformer's drone was louder this time. She began pedaling furiously but howled when Owiti pushed the handle even further forward. Over the next ten minutes, the current made her ride like the devil himself was after her. In order to keep the shocks from getting excruciatingly intense, she had to pedal furiously.

Whenever Owiti edged the handle forward, the current made her strain and arch against the straps holding her - her hips jerking and spasming like a hot poker had been shoved up her ass. And, then she pedaled frantically again. She was being ****** to ******* herself on the bike.

Sitting with her wrists and ankles bound and her thighs wide apart, Margaret writhed, trembled and groaned as the current had its way with her. If it weren't for the straps restraining her it looked as if she was having an orgasm each time Owiti shoved the handle forward.

When he sent more current to the seat, she arched up she was being fucked by an invisible cock. Sweating and straining her whole body would tense up and she writhed in her bonds. Then, she rode the bike like mad. She was soon sweating like a racehorse.

The shocks and her frantic pedaling made her her breasts bob and jiggle. The drone of the machine was punctuated by her cries whenever Owiti pushed the lever forward, getting it closer and closer to the highest level. And when he pulled it back and the current stopped flowing, Margaret sagged. Her head rolled around and her chest heaved as she panted. Saliva drooled from her mouth onto her sweaty breasts. When she regained control of herself she began gasping.

When Owiti cut the current, she would gasp for breath and squirm on the seat, writhing in the remembered, excruciating pain in her pussy, ass cheeks, perineum, and asshole. Sweat ran in rivulets down her face and neck onto her breasts. She had drooled so much saliva, it splattered her breasts, her lap and thighs. With the current off, her gasps, whimpers and wet squirming filled the air.

After a particularly long shocking she slumped and sagged with her eyes closed. The intense exercise and the shocks had exhausted her. Kibwe came over and slapped her. The process was sickeningly repeated. Owiti pushed the handle forward again to let the current flow.

Ambala came over and knelt right next to Clifford while this was going on. She began taunting him, saying things to him that only he could hear. She also began to rub his thighs and then his crotch. Soon, she had given him an erection. She kept teasing him - squeezing and stroking his penis through his pants. Clifford groaned as he didn't want it and was sickened when she'd been able to make him hard while he watched his wife being *******d. During one lull, Owiti directed Margaret's attention to her husband.

"Look at your husband, cow. He's got an erection watching you suffer. Isn't that something?

Margaret looked and was sickened. It was true. It was an emotionally painful to see it. Owiti let her digest the implications before he shocked her again. By this time, her legs were full of lactic acid – tired and sore. So, when Owiti really gave it to her....pushing the handle all the way and just leaving it there, she went spastic and shook and twitched so much that she went rigid and couldn't get her feet to move. She pissed herself adding to the wetness on the seat, already dripping with her sweat.

This only served to conduct more electricity into her crotch. Her suffering was compounded by her *********** at losing control and urinating like a cow in the field. Her husband and *** squirmed in real distress seeing her so discombobulated. Only Abigail stayed quiet; but actually she was in agony wondering what they might make her do... Owiti pulled the T-handle back. Margaret finally stopped pissing, but she twitched from the last shock. Sagging in her bonds, she broke down and began blubbering. Owiti asked her again if she was ready to do his bidding.

Weeping like a baby, she managed to mumble, "y....yes."

"Say, Yes Sir."

"YES... SIR," she said.

"You're going to suck his prick and then fuck him," Owiti told her. "Do you understand?"

"Y....yes, Sir," she mumbled again.

"YOU BETTER," he barked at her.

Matata and Kibwe undid the straps and got her on her feet. She trembled from the after effects of the shocks. And standing there without a stitch of clothing on - naked front of everyone and her family - was soul-shattering for her. Ashamed, she tried to cover her tits and conceal her hairy pussy. As she stood there trembling and sniffling, Joseph and Jelani got Heath up and and ****** him to lie on one of the cots.

He tried to resist, but they were too strong for him and soon he was pinned there and vulnerable. They used rope and tied his hands over his head and spread his legs to bind his ankles to the legs of the cot. Kibwe pulled up his t-shirt and unbuckled his khaki shorts; then pulled them and his boxer shorts down to reveal his prick lying there limp. Kibwe and Matata then pushed Margaret over to him.

****** ******

"Kneel right beside him," Owiti instructed her. "Kiss his nipples," he said to her. "Kiss and bite them. And take his prick in your hand and start playing with it."

Clifford watched horrified as his wife performed like a trained ******. She did what she was told and soon, it was apparent that her ***'s prick was getting stiff. She fondled and squeezed it and when she began to jerk it, his penis stiffened nicely. All this while she was licking, kissing and gently biting his nipples.

The boy began to moan into his gag. Clifford groaned out loud, through his gag. He was in hell watching this X-rated scene. He kept closing his eyes and his head dropped to his chest like he was in real physical pain. Abigail had ************* taken a step back from him and was watching her ****** and her brother. Her face was inscrutable....her features a blank mask.

In truth, she was in shock. She had been ******* into sex by Owiti in the vain hope that this would save her family. But now, she realized, as much or more than her ****** even, what monsters these men were. And she was in shock as visions of what they might still make her do flashed through her mind. Then Owiti made Margaret get up and straddle Heath's face. He got her to squat right over his face and pulled the gag from Heath's mouth.

"Rub your pussy on his nose and mouth, cow. Let him smell and taste you," he added sadistically.

Margaret didn't want to be put back on the bicycle and hoped that this degradation would be their ticket to freedom. So, she did as she was told. She lowered herself gingerly and made contact with her ***'s mouth. Owiti kept her at it. She had to rub herself lengthwise and then wriggle from side to side. As she did this, her labia parted and the boy got a good whiff and taste of her womanhood.

Owiti told her to rub her clitoris on his nose and mouth and the more she did that the wetter she got. By the time that Owiti had her turn around to do it facing his feet so she could rub her anus on his nose, poor Heath had an erection that couldn't be missed.

Clifford groaned as he watched the depraved tableau play out. Abigail was surprised and repulsed that her brother was responding, but a teen age boy is full of hormones and the sight, smell, feel and taste of a mature female was bound to have an effect, even if the female is his ******.

"Margaret suck your ***'s cock. PUT his cock in your mouth, NOW," Owiti ordered her.

Margaret got off his face and got on her knees between his spread thighs. She closed her eyes and grabbed her ***'s prick and dutifully started kissing, licking it and then sucking it.

"Open your eyes and look at your *** as you give him a blowjob," demanded Owiti.

Margaret looked into her ***'s eyes. Heath felt bad for his mom; but was deeply ashamed too. He knew she didn't want to do it but he was powerless to prevent his prick from responding in the most outrageous way. The blow job ****** was giving him felt too good.

"Suck his dick till he cums, then swallow it," Owiti growled.

Margaret sucked harder and harder, faster and faster on her ***'s cock.

"Heath look into your ******'s eyes when you cum," Owiti commanded the boy as his Mum tickled his balls and sucked his cock.

"OH, MUMMY, I'M CUUMMMING," Heath managed to blurt out as he came so hard Mum ****** on all the cum that was being spurted into her mouth. She swallowed it all.

Being a 17 year old teen age boy, his prick was still hard when she was done, and Owiti made her crawl and get on top of her ***.

"Cow, get his prick in your slut pussy and fuck him," Owiti said with a laugh.

"Abigail, while she's fucking him, come over here and play with your ******'s ass," Owiti said to her.

Margaret mounted her ***, and looked straight into his eyes as his penis entered her. With one thrust, she sat down on his prick. She began to go up and down...up and down...not fucking him hard, just slow and steady.

Abigail was stunned by his order and just stood there like a statue.

"Hey little girl, unless you want to go for a long ride on the "bicycle" come over here and play with your ******'s ass," Owiti repeated.

Abigail came over - walking like a robot. She knelt down and began to touch her ******'s ass but in a very tentative way.

"Come on girl, I want you to touch her asshole. And then wet your finger and get it inside her," Owiti ordered her. "Do you understand?"

Frightened and browbeaten, Abigail did as she was told. Soon she had not only groped her ****** crack and rubbed her anus, but she wet her finger and spit on her ******'s asshole, at Owiti direction and then worked that same finger into Mummy's rectum. Finally, she finger-fucked her ****** like a pro. Margaret, now submissive and pliable, rode her *** and soon his vocalizations gave clear indication that he was going to cum again. She wriggled her ass and humped him, grinding back and forth and up and down - with Owiti coaching her until the boy ejaculated, crying out, "Mummy, Mummy, OH Mummy."

Only then was she permitted to get up. ******, ******** and *** were so embarrassed that nobody could make eye contact. It had been the supreme ***********. Owiti and his crew were in high spirits. It had been a terrific show. But it was far from over. They put Heath back in a chair and bound him again. They left his pants down so his prick was still visible.

Then Owiti got Margaret up and bent over the table. He dropped his trousers and played with her ass until his cock was hard enough. Then he penetrated her and began to fuck her. He looked over at ****** and *** and grinned. Ambala had gone back to squeezing and stroking Clifford's cock again. Owiti kept humping the wife until he ejaculated with a grunt. Then, Kibwe took a turn. Followed by Matata. Then Jelani. And Joseph.

By this time, Margaret's pussy was a sloppy mess. She was one whipped dog too. She came twice and this added immeasurably to her and her husband's *********** and pain. Abigail, who had been, sexually ****** earlier by Owiti, Kibwe and Matata, found that she was mesmerized by Jelani's long dong and discovered, much to her surprise, how attractive she found the handsome Joseph.

But what really ********** her was seeing her ****** have sex. Watching her ****** fuck her brother stunned her with its sheer depravity, but seeing five black men fuck her ****** senseless aroused her, against her own better instincts.

Owiti got Margaret's panties and wiped her pussy with them. Then he went over and put them on Clifford's head. He got the crotch right over his nose and mouth, but arranged them so that Clifford was looking out through the two legs holes. It was shaming and demeaning. The smell of his wife's secretions, combined with the semen from five black men had Clifford gagging. And, Ambala kept after him too, now that he was wearing his "cuckold crown" as Owiti called it.

She rubbed, squeezed and stroked his prick to keep him on the raw sexual edge. And all the while baiting and taunting him. Abigail saw what Ambala was doing to her ******, and it was so repulsive to her that she edged away. She felt for her ******, but she blocked it all out. She didn't want to see that her ****** was responding to what the ugly woman was doing to him. She only focused on what Ambala was doing; not the nasty bulge in his pants.

"Your wife is really enjoying his cock. See how her pussy grips it," Ambala said to him as Jelani fucked Margaret very deep and hard and made her cum. "Your wife loves black cock. They're bigger and better than yours, that's obvious. Don't you think," she asked, mocking him?

The poor man was nearly out of his mind, at that point. This may help to explain what happened later....

But Owiti saved the best for last. He turned Tembo loose on her. When the giant dropped his trousers and revealed his mammoth cock, Margaret groaned, remembering how he'd made her cum. Abigail's eyes went wide as she was looking at a cock that was twice as long and twice as thick as her boyfriend Gary's penis. He was the one she lost her virginity to back in Portsmouth. She gaped openmouthed as Tembo's prodigious spear lengthened and stiffened.

When he got that log into ******, then Abigail saw some fireworks. As Tembo worked it in slow and then faster and harder, Margaret began cumming and cumming - and crying out. And then just screaming as a huge vaginal-uterine atomic bomb exploded all throughout her pelvis.

Abigail's mind was awhirl with thoughts: 'ugh, this is really gross. I wonder how that would feel if it was inside me? I wonder if would fit? Will they make me do anything in front of my parents? I'll die if they do.'

Just then, Ambala unbuckled Clifford's pants and pulled everything down. He had an erection and Abigail saw it. She was shocked at seeing her ****** exposed and in that state. She had plenty of differences with her ******, but he was still her ****** and this blew her mind. She couldn't take her eyes off two things. Her ****** and her ******'s faces.

She was drawn to their reactions to what was happening to them. She snuck looks at their crotches, but for her that was too nasty to concentrate on. She looked over at her brother and made eye contact with him, but when she glanced down at his crotch, she was horrified to see that he was erect again too. Both of them broke eye contact guiltily.

It was all too awful. And truth be known, she could feel the wetness, the moisture seeping into the crotch of her panties as she watched her ****** get a royal fucking from a simply monstrous cock. And her ****** being masturbated, with Mummy's panties on his head, by an old ugly witch of a woman.

The only thing worse, in her mind, was for Owiti to come over and make her take her clothes off in front of her family. Which is exactly what he did. But not before Mum came like a firecracker. Owiti strolled over to Abigail and real nicely asked her, 'how you doing?' As if nothing unbelievable was going on. She was so flabbergasted she didn't answer him.

He then got closer to her and said in a low voice, "Abigail, take off your clothes."

She looked at him and felt butterflies in her tummy. It was the thing she feared the most.

"Oh please don't make me do that, PLEASE," she begged him.

"Do you want to go for a ride, like Mummy did," he said to her gravely, pointing to the bicycle.

"No...."

"Well, do it then."

Owiti motioned to Ambala who let go of Clifford's prick and pulled his wife's panties off his head. Owiti snapped his fingers to get the husband's attention to direct it at the scene now unfolding. Abigail was stripping. She took off her top and then her shorts. Then, to an audible intake of breath from her ******, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let it fall and dear old dad got to see what he had only imagined: his ************ sweet titties. Abigail had a beautiful pair of tits. Clifford gasped and began breathing a little harder as he glimpsed his ************ tits for the first time.

They were as big as apples, creamy white and capped with strawberry-colored areolas and nipples. He had never seen them before, of course, and the sight took his breath away. Abigail began to breathe harder too, when Owiti squeezed and hefted them in his hands. He bounced them up and down and that blew Heath away. He had tried many times to sneak peeks at his sister's tits and now they were on full display.

Owiti let her take her panties off. When she pulled down her little pink cotton panties and revealed her hairy pubis with her pink labia peeking out, Clifford's eyes were ready to pop out of his head. Owiti next made her turn around to display her full ass cheeks. His ******** was simply a beautiful sexual thing. Owiti came over to stand in front of Clifford.

"Well, old man, we have come to the last mile. I have a question now to ask you. Will you fuck your ********? Or do you want me to have him do it," he said - pointing to Tembo.

The giant had made Margaret cum, but had been under orders from Owiti not to blow his load in Momma. Owiti wanted him hard and fresh. And now, standing there in only a shirt, shoes and socks with his gargantuan cock still erect, he constituted an impressive threat.

"And after he fucks her, we'll all take a turn with her. Do you want that, or are you prepared to save her .....by fucking her?"

Clifford was beside himself. Ambala had kept him on he boil for an hour. And the choice that this corrupt man was presenting him was a devil's bargain. Sacrifice his ******** to these ******* or commit ****** with her. He didn't know what to do. Margaret, after her ordeal, had been dumped unceremoniously on a cot where she collapsed. She was overcome by her suffering, her orgasms and her shame. She had curled into a ***** position and had her eyes closed. ****** looked over at his *** and was shocked to see the boy had an erection too.

There was no answer anywhere. He would have to decide. As he looked again at his ******** standing there with her hands at her sides, she looked vulnerable but also very womanly now. As he stared at her, she caught his eye and both of them looked at each other searching for the answers. Abigail did not want to have sex with her ******. To her this was a really gross perversion. She was deeply ashamed to be naked in front of him and Heath.

To have sex with her ****** was abhorrent to her. The other choice was also a huge *********. She was afraid she would cum if they raped her again. She was not prepared, at age 16, to deal with the shame that would fill her soul. To cum in front of your family? 'Oh, gross', she thought to herself. So she didn't know what to say or do either.

But, in the end, it was Clifford who had to decide and did. He was protective of his ******** as most ******s are. And to see he skewered by Tembo's gigantic cock was more than he could bear. He thought of her as virginal, even though he suspected that she wasn't a virgin. He assumed that she was very "small", but he wasn't sure how or why he thought that. And the thought of her tight vagina stretched by Tembo's horse cock horrified him. So, he told Owiti that he would do his bidding.

Owiti chuckled. This was what he wanted and he told Abigail to lie down on a cot and spread her legs for her ******. Abigail spread her legs wide apart and her ****** got down between her thighs at Owiti's direction and positioned himself just inches from her pussy.

He used his fingers and gently spread her lips apart. Her pussy smelled so good and it made him feel so guilty, because she was, after all, his ********. Clifford licked up and down his ********'s cunt, and flicked his tongue against her clitoris.

"OOH, ******," she moaned as he sucked, kissed and licked her clitoris. Within a few minutes Abigail had an orgasm.

"******, I'M CUMMING," she squealed when she came.

Clifford tried to lap up all of the juices that were coming out of his ********'s cunt, but there was so much it ran down her crack. Clifford then sat up.

"Did I tell you to stop. Now get back down there until I tell you to stop," Owiti barked at him.

Clifford resumed licking and kissing his ********'s cunt. He made her have two more orgasms and in the end, her cunt was so wet he could no longer spread her lips apart easily.

"******, please stop, I can't take it any more," Abigail begged him.

Heath now had Ambala kneeling by him and she played with his prick – being careful not to make him cum. She just teased him as he watched his ****** eat his sister's pussy. But Clifford new he could not stop. By now Abigail was shaking, and breathing so hard that she was totally lost in orgasm, one after another, moaning and moaning, as her ****** kept eating her out as she begged him to stop.

"Ok, get up," Owiti said, as his ******** still lay there breathing heavy, her cunt sopping. She had drooled so much pussy juice there was a big, wet spot on the dirty mattress.

"Now, ******.... get between your ************ thighs."

Soon, Clifford felt his ************ tight, hot, wet vagina squeezing his prick and he barely thrust inside her five or six times before he ejaculated with a groan. He was so excited... he came prematurely. It was embarrassing.... as the guards, who had crowded around to watch and critique his performance, began chuckling and mocking him.

"Can't keep it up and make his hot little slut ******** cum. We know how to do it. Get off her man and watch us fuck the **** out of her."

And in the end, that's exactly what happened. His sacrifice was all for naught. He had to sit in a chair and watch as Owiti, followed by Kibwe, Matata, Jelani, Joseph and finally Tembo fucked his ******** silly. Abigail's fears were all realized. She did cum when Jelani and Joseph fucked her and horrified her ****** and brother as she kissed and hugged both young men passionately in the act of taking their cocks. Clifford and Heath watched with eyes as big as saucers. Mom even roused herself to see Abigail painfully taking Tembo's massive cock in her sweet, near virginal pussy.


Ambala jerked Heath off and made him cum as his sister reached her 7th orgasm. When the men were done fucking Abigail, Owiti finally made good his pledge and let the family go. They were allowed to clean up. Then, with their luggage, they were driven to the airport where they were put on a 4pm flight back to London. Their ordeal was finally over. But the repercussions lasted for years, as you might imagine. Years......

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Cuckold\'s Lament

I never thought I would ever be found out. It was really just harmless fun in the beginning when I started chatting with other men on the bi/gay websites. I was just curious. I wanted to see how far I could take an online relationship with a dominant gay man. I just wanted to lose myself in the fantasy. Little did I know just how lost I would become after playing with fire for far too long.

It all started when I began an online relationship with a dominant man. I played the submissive little sissy role to the hilt. My online master demanded that I lick his ass and I immediately began typing how enthusiastically I would shove my face into his ass and lick his hole clean. When he wanted me on my knees sucking his cock I was his obedient little slave diligently sucking his rock hard cock to completion. And when my master told me to ***** his piss, I opened my mouth like a good little toilet.

It was safe for me because it was not really happening. It was all being typed in a chat log. I was getting off on the hot role play knowing that it would never really interfere with my real life. Until, that is, it did interfere. I was set up from the beginning. My wife found my online history and began reading my chat logs. She took it one step further and began to have a conversation with my master. It turns out the man I had been debasing myself with was not gay but was instead bisexual and loved nothing more than to have his way with married women.

So it was that my wife, Sara, and a man named John began their real life relationship. Sara and I have been married for 20 years. She is what the media calls a cougar. Sara is a beautiful woman with long black hair, bright blue eyes, large yet firm breasts and a fantastic ass. John himself is everything I'm not. He's physically fit to the point of having a professional athlete's body. He's tan, has an immaculate haircut and a face cut from marble like one of those statues of the Greek gods. And he's got a cock straight out of a porn video. More on that later.

The simple explanation of how it all went south is that they blackmailed me. They gathered up all of my emails and chat logs along with some pictures that John had me take of myself and threatened to show them to my ******, my boss, my brothers and even my priest. They had me right where they wanted me and I could do nothing to stop them. At first they only wanted to continue their relationship without my interference. They wanted to make certain that I would not try to end Sara's and my marriage. It was all about money at first. They didn't want their cash cow to run dry. You see I'm quite wealthy and Sara had signed a prenup before we married. So, as long as we stayed married she stayed rich and she and John could continue to spend money like ******* sailors.

They soon got bored with just keeping me around for the money and began to torment me. It started with verbal ***** and quickly turned to a lot more. One night they made me watch while they fucked. Then they found it turned them on to have me film them. Another night they had me clean Sara with my mouth after they finished. All the while they took more and more embarrassing photos of me for blackmail.

All this was just a precursor to where I now find myself, staring at John's impressive cock from only 3 inches away. Told you we'd get back to his cock soon enough. John and Sara had just finished fucking and John's cock was covered in their combined juices. It was Sara's idea that I clean it for him. I asked if I should get a warm washcloth and was struck in the back of the head for my stupidity. Sara yelled that I had a mouth and needed to learn how to use it properly. So, here I am staring at my master's cock getting ready to clean it with my tongue. Sara was sitting on the edge of the bed with the video camera in her hand and a huge smile on her face. John was standing before me like the lord of the manor grinning at my obvious discomfort.

"Start licking, faggot" was the command from my wife of 20 years. I leaned forward and tentatively touched my tongue to the offending appendage and was quickly rewarded with a hard slap to the side of my head. Johns yelled that I needed to be more enthusiastic and struck me again. I quickly threw myself into my task to avoid angering him further. The smell of their sex had been bad enough but the taste was repulsive. His cock was salty and slimy. But, like a good little sissy I took my master's cock into my mouth and with my tongue cleaned my wife's and his cum off lovingly. I gagged several times and tears sprang from my eyes but I was determined to finish my job. John stood with his hands on his hips and leered down at me. He demanded that I look at his face the entire time so as to add to my ***********. Sara was giggling and filming my debasement the entire time.

After what seemed like hours but was only a couple minutes I no longer tasted the salty leavings of their love making and thought my task was finished. I could not have been more wrong. John's cock began to grow in my mouth and I knew he was becoming aroused by my ministrations. I tried to pull my mouth from his cock but he slapped my head again and said, "Hell no faggot, you started it now you finish it". I had never sucked a cock before and was terrified at what lie ahead. I knew instinctively not to let my teeth get anywhere the sensitive flesh of my master's impressive organ so I wrapped my lips around his cock and began a gentle sucking action combined with a forward and back motion with my head. I was mimicking what I had seen in hundreds of pornos.

John's cock was so big when fully erect that I couldn't fit the entire length into my mouth. He laughed at this and said he would be nice this time and just let me work on the head. The huge cock was heavy on my tongue and filled my mouth completely. It's a strange feeling to have such an impressive amount of hot, hard flesh sliding in and out of your mouth like that. I was totally humiliated and wanted to run and hide. What kind of a man willingly drops to his knees and takes another man's dick into his mouth? Why hadn't I fought? Why was the thought of their blackmail material enough to drive me to this submissive position?

So many thoughts ran through my mind that I almost missed the change in John's breathing. I almost missed the subtle signs of his impending orgasm. My mind snapped back to the matter at hand just in time to taste the first shot of hot cum that filled my cheeks and covered my tongue. Shot after shot of his load entered my mouth and I had no choice but to make room by swallowing all he gave me. My wife cheered and clapped as her lover filled my mouth with his salty, slimy cum. Tears ran from my eyes and my entire body began to shake in uncontrolled embarrassment. I had sucked another man's cock to completion in front of my wife. I was now a cocksucker. I was the lowest form of man. This is what I had been raised to believe and now I found myself on my knees swallowing the remnants of my master's ejaculate.

I began to cry softly which only made the two lovers above me laugh and jeer. John pushed me over and told me to crawl from the room and to ***** on the couch like I always did these days. I left the room to the sound of their laughter and made my way slowly down the hall wondering at what this new life held for me.

I didn't have to wait long to see what life now held for me as I heard the front door slam announcing two things at once; one that it was morning and I needed to wake up and two that John had returned from his morning run. He walked over to where I lay on the couch and told me he felt generous this morning and didn't want to wake me when he left. He said this would be the only morning I would be afforded such a luxury as it would now be my job to make breakfast every morning.

He stood with his crotch directly in front of my face while he spoke and I could smell the rank sweat of his hairy balls and enormous prick. He chuckled as he explained another of my new chores. He told me to get on my knees in front of him and to undress him for his morning shower. I hurried to comply as I did not want to anger him. Once on my knees I began to unlace his shoes as he sat down on the couch. I took off his shoes and was at once assaulted with the heavy, sour aroma of his feet. It must have been a long run to build up such a horrible stink. He was smiling as he told me to take off his socks. I did so with great trepidation as I felt I knew what else would be required of me. My guess was accurate as John then told me to clean his feet for him with my tongue. I tried to hide the displeasure in my face as I bent to my task. I began to swipe my tongue across his right foot and gagged slightly at the acrid taste. The smell and taste of this man's sweaty, nasty feet was making me light headed and I tried to hurry and complete my new morning chore. John was relaxing and reading the paper as I licked and sucked his sweaty feet clean.

After finishing the right foot my face smelled as bad as John's feet and I felt the heat of embarrassment rising up through my entire body. I went to work on master's left foot just as my wife walked into the living room. She immediately broke into laughter at the sight of me on my knees paying homage to her new lover. John patted the cushion next to him and Sara settled in to watch my torment. They chatted about me as if I weren't there at all which was in some way more humiliating than the task at hand. They both agreed that I was a good little bitch and was coming along as a proper sissy slave. When I finished John's feet he asked Sara which part of his body I should clean next.

My loving wife giggled like a school girl and said, "Your pits of course". John laughed and raised his left arm just enough for me to wedge my face in and start licking. The two lovers began making out like teenagers while I licked away at master's hairy armpit. The taste was even worse than his feet but I kept on without complaint. After a while John lifted his arm and released my face. I moved on to the other pit as Sara traded me places on the couch so they could continue their make out session. When I finished my hateful task I sank back to the floor to await my next assignment.

Sara whispered something into master's ear and they both began laughing hysterically. My master stood up and told me to take his shorts down. I reached up and began to lower his gym shorts slowly. As I did so his cock, now hard from making out with my wife, emerged to fall heavily onto my face. Thinking that cleaning my wife's lover's cock was what they had in mind I began to lick the impressive shaft. I was rewarded with a slap in the head and a verbal warning never to anticipate my master's wishes. Sara commented that I must be a faggot if I was so eager to taste John's cock again.

As I leaned back to sit on my heels, John slowly turned around so that his hairy ass was just inches from my face. "Get in there and clean my crack out real good", he said. I just sat there in stunned silence. Of course when this was an online "game" I was more than eager to play along but now, faced with the arduous task ahead I felt I could not go on. I began to protest when master very firmly told me to think about the consequences of disobedience. He didn't even have to hit me and I slowly moved my face toward his dank ass crack. Sara had moved to the edge of the couch for a better view and stared in fascination at my plight.

I used both hands to spread master's ass cheeks and began to lick up and down his sweaty, musky crack. The taste was rank and earthy. I tasted sweat and more than a little ****. I tried to block my mind from the horror but I couldn't ignore what I had become. I was licking clean the ass of the man who was fucking my wife. Licking his dirty ass crack in front of the woman I had married.

I wanted to die. I wanted to crawl away and cry for hours. I began to sob softly into my master's ass as I worked to get it clean. My wife mocked my tears and laughed at my torment. She called me a fag and a sissy. Called me an asslicker and a cocksucker. Told me I wasn't even a man any longer and that I would soon be put in my place. I shuddered to think what place could be worse than the one I now found myself in. John commented on how good my face fit into his ass, almost like they were made for each other. He told Sara she had to try this as it was a great feeling to have your ass licked.

I continued with my new job until John could no longer stand the raging hard on he now sported. He pulled my wife to him and had her wrap on leg around his body as he slid his cock into her beautiful pussy. They began to grind against each other slowly while I continued to lick his ass. They stood there fucking and moaning all the while their movements caused master's ass crack to slide across my face as if he were a dog wiping it on the carpet. I kept my tongue out and it swiped across master's hole each time he thrust into my wife. Her juices were running down onto my chest and I could smell their lovemaking even above the sweaty odor of John's humid ass. Their fucking grew more frantic and the lovers fell to the couch and continued with John on top of Sara who now had both legs wrapped around her new man. John yelled for me to get my face back where it belonged and I hurried to comply. It was a struggle to keep up with his manic thrusts but I somehow managed to keep my face tightly wedged into his crack and my tongue shoved up his hole.

He lasted more than twenty minutes and my neck was killing me by the time he finally came. I knew he was about to blow when his ass hole tightened on my tongue. I could feel his load shooting out through the spasms of his ass hole. The two lovers lay like that for a few minutes before John rose up off of my wife and sat his bare ass on the couch. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his crotch and I knew right away what he wanted. I was beyond protest at this point and I began to clean my master's cock and balls with my tongue. When he was satisfied, John got up and headed for the shower. His last commands were for me to clean my wife and then meet him in the bathroom. Sara smiled down at me as I began the disgusting task of licking her lover's sperm from her well used pussy. I shuddered to think what horror awaited me in the bathroom with my master.

L'apprentissage d'un gay qui va devenir chienne



Alexis j'ai 20 ans. Je suis étudiant à l'université je vais donc peu en cours, je vis dans un foyer
étudiant je suis indépendant libre avec beaucoup de temps libre. Alors que je suis bi, je le sais
depuis longtemps, j'ai quand même une forte préférence pour les hommes.

Au début je n'étais pas soumis, mais un jour que je traînais dans mon bar avec mes potes, en allant
aux toilettes je remarqua un homme, la soixantaine dans les 1m80 80 kilos plutôt beau gosse pour ***
âge il avait l'air froid. Mais je pris mon courage à deux mains, les hommes matures m'ayant toujours
un peu attiré, je lance une phrase sur le ton de la blague pour le tester en lui disant : "vous êtes
bien conservé pour votre âge, vous habitez pas loin on pourrait peut-être se boire un verre non?" et
j'ai rigolé pour cacher mon angoisse.

Et la il me répondit sur un ton dur et limite méprisant: " je peux te dire que si tu venais chez moi
je te dresserais sale chienne!" J'ai été surpris par sa réponse mais bizarrement tout excité je lui
ai donc dit d'accord allons, il m'a alors emmener avec lui j'ai juste dit au passage à mes amis que
je m'en allais, je l'ai suivi en sortant du bar il m'a dit tu marches un peu derrière moi tête
baissée et tu me parle pas. Donc on est allé comme ça jusqu'à chez lui

Il ouvre la porte je rentre, quand il se retourne après avoir fermé je vais pour l'embrasser et là
il me gifle une fois, je suis tombé sur le cul, et là il me dit sèchement: "je crois que tu n'as pas
bien compris petite salope, si tu es ici c'est pour que je te dresse tu te fous à poil et tu mets à
quatre pattes devant la table du salon". Et là j'étais rouge j'avais chaud mais je ne sais pas
pourquoi j'étais terriblement excité alors je me suis exécuté en me disant de toute façon ça doit
pas être si terrible que ça alors je me suis retrouvé nu à 4 pattes au milieu de *** salon.

Il est allé dans sa chambre à ramener un god assez gros 21*6, puis s'est assis sur une chaise m'a
dit de me relever j'ai du m'allonger sur ses genoux et là il m'a fessé avec ses mains comme un
enfant mais très fort et longtemps jusqu'à ce que je pleure. Ensuite il m'a ordonné de me remettre à
quatre pattes sur le tapis ce que j'ai fait honteux et encore endolori des fesses. Il a pris le god
a la main puis m'a pénétré le cul avec à sec, très vite et fort et il m'a fait jouir. Il a ensuite
retiré le god puis me l'a fait sucer, en même temps il me caressait la tête et me dit " c'est bien
tu es une bonne chienne, nettoie bien le god qui t'a fourré". Une fois que j'eus fini il a ouvert sa
braguette a sorti sa queue et a commencé à me baiser la bouche, mais en n'oubliant pas de me dire;"
tu m'excuses je me déshabille pas c'est comme aux chiottes je me fous pas à poil pour me vider!".
Une fois que *** sexe fut bien dur il alla derrière moi me tira les cheveux et me ramona le cul à
grands coups de reins jusqu'à ce qu'il se vide en moi dans le cul, j'ai ensuite du, selon ses
ordres, me mettre accroupi pour faire couler le sperme parterre au même endroit où j'avais éjaculé
puis tout lécher. Une fois cela terminé, il fut très clair avec moi, il m'a demandé si j'étais
étudiant et si je vivais seul ce à quoi j'ai répondu oui. Il m'a alors montré une chambre en me
disant voila ce que je te propose, là je m'en vais je reviens ce soir à 19 heures si tu veux devenir
ma chienne viens ce soir devant ma porte à cette heure. Tu seras ma chienne mais si tu dois
travailler ou que tu as un examen alors je te laisserais tranquille et cette chambre sera la tienne
l'espace de quelque temps. Maintenant tire toi et c'est ce soir ou jamais. Je suis donc parti ne
sachant pas encore que faire. (suite bientôt)

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Leonora


It was the usual Monday morning with Leonora feeling washed out. It was difficult to think straight, though this would soon pass after a second coffee. She looked at the tired eyes staring back at her in the restroom mirror. She made funny faces, stretching the facial muscles in an attempt to ease the signs of weariness.

Standing up straight on tiptoe, pushing back her shoulders in an exaggerated pose a pair of ample breasts were impressively emphasised. Critically examining the image she felt pleased at how trim her figure had become over the past few months. Somehow it had been possible to keep to yet another diet.

At five foot five it was important not to look dumpy so honing a trim little waist helped settle that problem. Looking over her shoulder at a hard rounded bottom she breathed a noise of satisfaction. "It will do!" she sighed.

Looking into the tired face again she wondered for a moment when it had become so important to look after her body. At twenty-four it was a little too early to be worried about ageing. She wasn't looking for a man. On leaving college Leonora had made a life plan and right now it meant working on building a career.

On reflection she considered the business suit skirt was a little too short. An idea came to mind that this new outfit had been a reward for coming down a size. Staring in the mirror she wondered if a little too much cleavage was on show.

She wrinkled her nose in thought about the diet. It was curious how her breasts were larger yet her waist and tummy were trim. Good looks did help, had helped. As head of the department she was off the bottom rung of the corporate ladder ready to take another step up.

***

On seeing Rodney enter the purchasing office she suspected something was wrong. Rodney was the chairman's *** and one of those annoying people who liked you to know it. Why was he slumming down here among the workers? A hasty swallow of caffeine added to the adrenalin rush. She was now alert at this sign of danger.

The triumphal gait of his walk continued unimpeded despite the smiles and quick words doled out as he passed upturned faces. He leaned into her office. "Did you enjoy the party?" He asked. "So, your favourite ***g is Lucky!"

How did he know about a friend's party over the weekend? It irritated her that she couldn't remember seeing him there. The more she thought about it the party shimmered like a hot roadway hiding the way back.

It must have been good. "It was good. Thank you for asking," she had almost told him she didn't remember much but it was important to portray an image of responsibility and respectability. She didn't want him to think she was a ******* party girl.

He smiled and turned away. "Hell! Party girl?" she exclaimed quietly. Where did that idea come from?

"Not more urgent reports surely!" Eileen, her secretary complained.

Nervously straightening and tugging at the short skirt Leonora pulled herself together. "No. He just came in to thank us for the ones we completed last week," she said.

Eileen looked at the door he had just closed behind him. "Well. That is something new. Stop fiddling with that skirt woman. If you're uncomfortable wearing it leave it at home tomorrow. Go back to something you feel more comfortable in." Eileen knew her boss wouldn't listen but said it anyway, as the department nursemaid forever dishing out advice, wanted or not.

With everyone's head down the muttering elapsed enough for Leonora to return to her office; satisfied everyone was working hard.

Apart from vague snippets of conversations all she was left with was a lingering pleasant feeling that she enjoyed a party at the weekend. There was not a single definite thing about it she could remember. Was he there?

There was no way she would have been singing at a party, unless perhaps they had a karaoke machine and she was very *****. The words of the ***g triggered a memory and curiosity. "Lucky, lucky, lucky, I'm a lucky party girl," she quietly sung.

The words seemed familiar but not right and definitely something she wouldn't sing. Leonora was far too sensible to make a fool of her self. What had she done at the party and was it in front of him? He seemed to have such a smug smile upon his face as though he knew something.

It had probably been as dreary as usual with time spent listening to a strangers boring lecture about business. The thought that the party had been the same as usual implied she often went to parties, which was a surprising idea, yet it sat in her mind refusing to leave.

It tied in with these Monday morning heavy feelings. What had she done each weekend for the last six months? Her diary was well maintained up to six months ago with neat scribbles about decorating and weekend chores, both dull and tiresome, yet right now very comforting entries, then nothing. What had she been up to the last six months? Why hadn't she noticed this before?

"Leonora, Leonora. Are you in yet or still home painting the ceiling." Leonora's secretary was not exactly respectful of her boss but she did an excellent job of bringing everything together, especially on a Monday morning.

"What do you mean, painting the ceiling?" Leonora asked. Sharing gossip together would soon bring her round, back to the normal world of chaos that was usual in the office.

"Friday you said you were spending the weekend painting a spare bedroom ceiling. Anyway, you have the usual meeting to start the week then it's the usual department rounds." Eileen stated.

The rounds were what they called checking up on each of the staff to ensure they were not just sitting waiting for something to do. It happened, but not since they started the rounds. First, she had to attend the inter-departmental meeting. She looked at the reports then at Eileen, and they pulled the ritual faces, "Ugh!" they said in uni***.

"You're not smoking," Leonora said, accusingly, as though it were an omission in her secretary's duties.

"I wondered when you would notice!" she giggled. "I've been going to a *********. It's great. It's working. It's almost painless. I hardly remember having smoked let alone wanting to smoke," she enthused to Leonora, who at that moment was more friend than boss.

A curious thought dominated the day that just couldn't be shaken off. It led her to ask Eileen for the ********** telephone number and taking the considerable step of actually dialling to make an appointment.

If there hadn't been a free slot that very afternoon the unsettled mood may have been shrugged off with the whole thing being dropped, yet she was there sitting before him, feeling confused. At first she felt embarrassed telling him of a vague uncomfortable feeling she had but then his professional skill was to help a client relax.

"One of the girls is arranging a party and was talking about outfits on a web site. When she laughed about one of them, a party pet..." She broke off with a shudder. "It left me with an uncomfortable image. I was dressed as a party pet surrounded by men. I don't know what it means but its frightening."

For a moment it was reassuring not to be paranoid as there was an explanation for these vague feelings of unease. He explained that a ******** suggestion was hindering a real memory. He told her she had been ********** with a suggestion planted deeply in her mind and that it has been strengthened over the last six months to become a powerful influence.

"Until we can identify what the trigger is, it will be difficult to identify and just as difficult to remove. There are probably several instructions deeply embedded within your subconscious with at least one of them preventing you from remembering what it is your compelled to do at the weekend," he told her.

In a daze Leonora sat listening wondering how it could have happened.

"You won't be able to remember much about the party while under such a deep ******** influence but there is a possibility of adding to the command, something extra, one of my commands," the ********* told her.

"You should consider reporting this to the police. Alright, we'll find out what it is all about first."

Running away would be of no use. If she were to leave the area they might find her and keep her forever suspended in that terrible acquiescent state rather than just at weekends.

She agreed with the ********* to carry on as normal so as not to alert them to her growing awareness.

***

Friday night came around slowly enough to keep her strung out with nervous tension for what seemed weeks not days. Tired from the busy week it seemed something of an anticlimax as she slumped on a favourite comfy sofa before the television.

As usual her head nodded with weariness for a few minutes until she awoke feeling more wretched than when arriving home from the office. Leonora had a vague feeling she should be doing something.

"Preparing for work tomorrow? No not that," she said to herself while drifting into the kitchen for a snack. It was Sunday evening; a whole forty-eight hours since arriving from work on Friday and she hadn't given a thought to the lost time.

In the kitchen she read what looked like a shopping list attached to the fridge with a pig magnet. A curious phrase was written among the list of groceries. Without a thought to what she was doing she walked to her spare room and sat at a desk to scribble in the diary.

***

Monday morning she awoke in the usual state of confusion. In the kitchen she looked at the curious note stuck on the fridge. A phrase caught her attention. A flash of an idea struck her and she remembered the ********* giving her this piece of paper and a command.

She ran to the small study and sat at the desk. In trepidation she looked for the diary. The ********* had said it might not work. It was missing. There on the desk was a pen but no diary. Had it been written up or thrown out? Shuffling papers in a draw she found it buried among bills waiting to be paid.

Unsure of herself she made a pot of coffee then hesitantly opened the book. From a quick glance she saw there were fresh notes there and poured a second cup. There was a nervous tremble in her hands so she took a deep breath to steady her nerves.

Looking at the rough scrawl she saw an unsteady script that was obviously hers. So now she would find out what had been going on every weekend for the last six months.

Sunday's entry, "This weekend I was a party pet. Leonard wasn't in this evening otherwise I would have been his plaything. It is better when he keeps me for himself. Later I sung my song. 'Licky, licky, licky. I'm a licky girl. Ready to lick, lick, lick.'"

While reading the hasty scribble Leonora put a hand to her mouth. The meaning seemed somehow familiar yet she dare not think what a party pet was. Then she had become a lick girl? How did she lick the other guests? A shudder ran through her body as the worst of ideas numbed her mind.

She needed to leave for the office but another cup of coffee was desperately needed first. She wanted it all to be a hoax or trick of some kind. Even madness might be more acceptable. On the way to the office she calmed down enough to present a cool exterior to the staff. Hidden in her private office she pretended to study reports.

On the phone she found the ********* was away ill."He left a letter for you. We don't have your address on file so could you pick it up? It will be in reception for you."

Leaving work early she picked up the letter and once safe in her car tore at the envelope. She read it over again. He would be back soon but in the mean time she had to decide whether to go along with the usual weekend routine or report it to the police.

Damn! That wasn't any good. All week she fretted over what to do. She had remembered a little more of the party room but none of the faces were brought into focus or what she had actually done there.

Friday night came around suddenly without a decision being made. As usual she plonked a tired body onto the sofa wondering what to do. Leonora looked at the telephone still unable to find the strength to face the embarrassment of asking someone for help. Her head began to nod with fatigue.

***

She awoke with a gasp of fright. She had dozed on the couch longer than expected and had to rush out quickly with no time to catch a bite to eat. Fumbling with car keys she managed get the thing started and backed out onto the road without hitting anything.

Running into the back kitchen of the large mansion house Leonora was breathing heavily. A glance at the large clock in passing showed she was only just on time so must get changed quickly to avoid a spanking.

Leonora smoothed down the little black outfit over her hips before entering the party. Catching sight of the outfit in a mirror dashed all confidence. It wasn't a fancy dress party yet she was wearing a bunny outfit with perky ears and white cuffs. Almost everyone else was wearing elegant gowns or suits.

It made her feel even more insignificant and unsure of herself. Her master had left it in her room so surely it wasn't a mistake. She felt such a silly little thing, like a little pet ready to scamper away to hide from all the big important people.

Before she could figure out what to do Jonathan strode up to her. "So there you are. I want you to join that group of guests like the good little pet you are. You should know what to do by now," he told her.

He straightened the black bowtie at her neck and patted her bare bottom to hurry her into the party.

Leonora looked down in deference to him, which was a mistake. How had she not seen the state she was in while changing? Her breasts were pushed up into a large cleavage ready to bounce out of the low cut top. Her chest was flushed so her face must be crimson with embarrassment.

Everyone looked so formal and here she was only half dressed. The little tight outfit was high cut over her hips, pulling it between her cheeks. The bunny ears and cuffs made her look as silly as she felt. The high heels gave her some height but she had to walk with a posture that pushed out the large bouncing bust.

Although it had a built in corset hugging her waist tight and pushing her breasts up, the rest of the material was absurdly thin. With every step she felt it cutting her in two. Any moment the crotch might disappear between her lips. She wanted to turn and flee out of the room but in dismay found it impossible to turn around.

Compelled to walk on she hesitated joining the group of guests. She dallied on the periphery of the group hearing them talking business. How she had come to be a bunny girl waitress was still a mystery. If she could keep calm and find out the ********* would help her out of this mess.

Her resolve weakened with panic threatening. 'What the hell am I doing here like this? It feels like a dream so why can't I wake up? Please let me be asleep on my sofa,' she took a step back almost tumbling in the high heels.

A man took a hold of her elbow to steady her. "So what do you do, little bunny girl?" Robert asked, with the look of a predatory wolf upon his face.

Opening her mouth to protest at such a demeaning remark she instead batted a set of long eyelashes. "I'm a party girl, sir. I'm your little bunny tonight, sir," Leonora stuttered. The little squeaky voice was bad enough but the lisp was damned annoying.

If her colleagues could see her now she would die of shame. The thought rolled through her mind like a lonely tumble weed. The thought rolled out again leaving an empty feeling without the slightest recollection of what it meant.

She beamed at the man attempting to be a little winsome pet, succeeding sweetly. There, that was better. This is what she had been trained for. She knew what to do now.

Leonora was in the middle of the group of smart expensively dressed men being examined. She had their full attention and revelled in it. She swung her hips from side to side and put a finger to her lips.

"Can I do anything for you, sirs?" she giggled.

"You certainly can," Robert said.

"You already are, sweet lips," Philip admitted, hinting at a tent in his trousers.

"I can just imagine those luscious lips wrapped around my penis," Robert added.

"Yes, sir," Leonora spoke up looking at a hardness in his trousers. As she bent over attempting to kneel, a difficult operation in the high heels, one of them grabbed her shoulder.

"Not here you silly little slut! Where does he get these slutty bimbos from?" Peter asked of no-one in particular. "It's against the rules," he told her firmly.

A little sigh of relief escaped between her pursed lips. She licked them nervously. 'How the hell could I have been prepared to go down on this man. Right here in a room full of strangers,' Leonora wondered in horror.

It sounded and looked as though she were disappointed not to have been allowed to blow him. Their reaction was to be expected. They sneered at her sluttish behaviour but nevertheless savoured the idea.

"Nice breasts," Robert commented and took hold of a nipple through the thin material to tease it.

"Careful you're not seen, by Jonathan," Peter cautioned. "She has a nice ass too," he murmured to himself.

In dismay she felt her pussy lips reacting as though the swelling nipple was a bell pull connected directly to her pussy demanding attention. Any more stimulation and her lips would swallow the little piece of material covering them.

She wore no panties in the tight outfit so there was nothing but a thin purse holding her little private place. She was fearful that her aroused state would be noticed. 'Why in hell am I reacting this way? It's terrible. A complete stranger is toying with me and I can't stop him!' Leonora guessed this unwanted reaction was part of the training the master had mentioned.

She was reacting strongly, swaying with passion, leaning toward those invigorating fingers as they worked her body up. Was it the training or because it was happening in front of others or his expertise? She was too far gone to bother working it out.

"If she's this hot from pinching her nipples she'll sizzle now," Philip said. He took hold of one of her lips that had unrolled around the bunny outfit crotch. With the others shielding him he stroked her hot lips, running a finger nail over them.

'This can't be happening! I'm so turned on I'm helpless. Sandwiched between these men I can't back away, I can't move!' Leonora couldn't bring her mind under control while being swamped with overpowering sensations. Even without the stimulation it would have been impossible to resist after months of deep ******** but she didn't know that.

Retreating into a shell she just let it happen, even pushing her body against the fingers toying with her body.

"Careful! Jonathan's looking this way," Peter warned.

Relieved that they were leaving her to calm down, and more so that it was against the rules, she took a deep breath. Her nerves were shattered. If only she could walk away from them.

"Go to the bar and fetch the ******. They know our order." Peter told her. He kept an eye on Jonathan and relaxed on seeing him turn to another group once the slut had walked away from them.

The woman before her was dressed as a sexy cheerleader, giggling and speaking with a little girly voice, despite being in her late twenties. Her age made the display all the more lurid with a skirt that just covered her hips and a top that hid nothing from the imagination. The woman wiggled her hips leaving Leonora wondering how the stupid slut would manage the tray without spilling anything.

While waiting her turn she had a chance to think. It seemed she was compelled to serve with her mind going blank when carrying out instructions. At least she was just a waitress and there were rules against being touched. Even though they took advantage of the vulnerable state it was some small consolation.

The woman preparing the ****** was dressed in a corset with suspenders holding sheer black stockings. Her breasts balanced over the top of the corset and her ass was bare. When she bent over Leonora noticed she wasn't wearing panties so felt properly dressed in comparison.

Nervously she walked back with the tray hoping not to spill the two brandies and two whiskeys. While concentrating hard on keeping the tray balanced she didn't notice the man approach until he spoke. Everyone else was in a huddle around some woman as scantily dressed as she was.

"Hello, how are you this evening?" he asked.

At first the impulse to scurry back to her group of men, as ordered, drove her on. He stepped in front of her ******* her to stop. Looking into his face she saw who it was.

Rodney! It was someone who knew her, someone who could save her from this dreadful place.

Leonora looked at him with pleading eyes unable to speak. She hardly knew what to say but couldn't get the words out even if she brought her racing thoughts together.

"You look ravishing pet," he said.

The word help would do but all she managed was, "Thank you, sir." Instead of imploring him for help with her eyes they were disobeying her by batting the long lashes at him seductively.

He had a hand on her ass pumping a cheek as he told her, "Your a sexy little vamp aren't you," he chuckled.

She wanted to cry out in protest, for help, but stood there mesmerised. This man was in her office this afternoon working through a financial report and now he was stroking her bare ass. Leonora felt a wave of anguish swamp her as he stared, smirking at her erect nipples.

"You're all ready for action I see," he commented casually.

Seeing the quizzical look on her face he looked round for Jonathan then reached between her legs.

Leonora felt her boss's finger stroke a lip. It was swollen and wet. Her pussy had burst from the crotch of the little bunny outfit leaving her exposed. Her legs trembled with the disbelief of such a wretched ********.

He put a finger to her mouth and she smelt her own nasty juices on his finger. She wanted to bite it off but instead opened her mouth to suck it clean. She licked his finger wrapping her tongue suggestively around it.

The shock of automatically performing such a lewd act helped break her free. "Please, sir," she croaked. At last she had overcome the inhibition to speak her mind.

"What do you want little party pet?" he asked.

Summoning all her will she formed the plea. She needed him to get her out of there. She was a mature business woman not some silly little pet. They had her dressed and behaving like a hot slut; she just had to escape.

"I want to, I want to cum, please sir," she lisped.

"You're a well trained party pet girl. Jonathan has done a good job on you," he laughed. He took a hold of her shoulder and guided her back to the group of men.

Leonora couldn't believe what she had said to her boss. This afternoon she had been a responsible woman running an important department. To be reduced to this over sexed pet slut was so degrading she couldn't take much more.

There was nothing she could do about it for the moment so gave in. Her thoughts retreated away from the room, further and further with each step, leaving the vacuous party pet to get on with it.

"Here she is, you're little pet with the ******. You're lucky to have her serving you; she's one of the best. What do you do best bunny girl?" Rodney asked.

"I fuck wike a wikle wandy bunny wabit," Leonora lisped giggling cutely and put a finger to her mouth. With a slow exaggerated sucking movement she pulled her finger into her mouth through luscious pursed lips. She slurped on her finger running it in and out with a tongue flicking it until wet and slippery.

She had their attention now, as instructed by the master. The little party pet felt pleased with herself. She ran a finger over a swollen bud and cooed with contentment.

Peter cleared his throat. "I think we should finish these ****** somewhere more comfortable." None disagreed with him this time. They tossed coins and two of the coins came up heads. The two lucky men eagerly followed her to her private room.

***

Leonora had retreated from consciousness leaving the party pet free of the inhibitions she had grown up with. A CD played quietly in the background as she sang her lick song. Peeling off the tight outfit she suggestively swung her hips at the two men.

She crawled to Robert who sat on the edge of a large be to unzip and pull his hard member from the trousers. For a moment she gazed up at him from beneath his cock with a look of wonderment as though it were the biggest instrument she had ever seen.

Her small hands made it look all the more impressive. Wetting her lips she sucked on its head all the time playing with his balls with a free hand.

Peter couldn't resist the wiggling hips and what was brazenly displayed between them. On his knees he manoeuvred between her splayed legs to roughly bury his cock into her.

His course jerking movements pushed Robert back onto the edge of the bed. The party girl's mouth was pushed onto the cock she had been teasing. Her head bobbed in time with the cock taking her from behind. With every deep stroke into her slutty cunt she sucked Roberts cock into her throat.

For a moment she was pleased at how well she had been trained but all thoughts were quickly ********* by lustful pleasure. Feeling a cock shuddering with a jet of cum into her pussy she yelled around the cock in her mouth. A wisp of sound escaped saying she had cum though no-one cared.

Peter kept his cock buried in the tight hole pressing against the soft round ass cheeks. The beautiful woman, almost half his age, was pinned like a butterfly, with his seed pumping into her. The satisfaction was all his without the need to think of hers.

Robert had a hold of her head to slow her down. The intensity of sensations with her throat gripping his cock tight was more than he could withstand so he pushed her head back wanting it to last. Too late, he sprayed cum over her face.

Through half open eyes he watched her licking his sperm from around her lips, as though it were delicious honey then carefully guide the rest into her mouth with a finger. He watched dreamily as the party girl drew his flaccid cock into her mouth to suck it clean.

Finished with Robert she turned on Peter. He was sitting back on the floor with a big smile on his face. She crawled between his legs to clean him up. Her tongue licked him dry. With soft lips she kissed the end of his flaccid cock reverently in thanks for the orgasm.

Robert watched her ass bobbing about while attending Peter. A pair of glistening pussy lips protruded rudely between her thighs captivating him like a snake in a basket dancing to the 'lick tune' still playing in the background.

Rolling onto her back with legs splayed they watched her wipe between her legs with a finely manicured finger. The dribble of cum was sucked off the elegant finger which was carefully examined in case a drop of the succulent sperm had been missed. More precious liquid was found seeping from her honey pot so again it was wiped and sucked between luscious lips.

Crawling from one to the other she kissed their cocks and zipped them up. "Thank you, sirs. Thank you for letting me pleasure you and letting me cum," she beamed at them. She had been programmed to be easily aroused and enjoy every moment of sex, any sex a man could dream of.

While she showered they returned to the other two guests, like a tag team, sending them up to the party pet.

Rising late Leonora helped the other pets, some younger and some older, prepare for Saturday evening. Leonora hadn't the slightest recollection of serving her group of guests, again and again into the early hours of Saturday morning.

Jonathan took her to one side preparing her for a guest with particular requirements. After six months of deeply embedded instruction it was simply a matter of telling her the role she was to play.

Walking back to the main room the instructions permeated into her subconscious leaving her without a clue as to what had transpired between them.

The guests arrived and she joined them. Still thinking of the silly party girl as a waitress she was relieved to take on a more mature role at this evening's party. Perhaps that had all been a dream or a mistake. That was it, it was a mistake and she was being rewarded.

In an expensive business suit she stood with a ***** in hand talking to a wealthy man she had been introduced to simply as Kirk. She still wasn't sure if it was his first name, or should she call him Mister Kirk.

He was tall and wore a dark blue silk suit with razor sharp creases. The greying hair at his temples leant a certain dignity to his upright baring. He looked like an army major rather than a major player in the commodities market.

Her dark hair was tied in a bun perched upon the back of her head and she wore just a touch of makeup. Leonora was relaxed as they pleasantly discussed a market segment she was familiar with. This was more to her liking and more fitting to her status.

"It's rather warm in here do you mind if I remove my jacket, sir?" she asked. Calling him 'sir' smartly avoided the issue of his name.

He courteously helped and folded it neatly over the back of a chair.

The loose skirt was short and the white blouse tight about her ample bust. Under the blouse a corset held her breasts into a long cleavage without covering the nipples.

She was completely unaware her nipples showed darkly through the starched white cotton. She didn't feel self-conscious at all as he looked into her eyes not down the deep cleavage.

She pressed her thighs together feeling the stocking tops rasp. A tingling sensation between the legs warmed her nether lips. She hastily flicked a wet tongue over her lips and immediately hoped it wouldn't be interpreted as being suggestive.

In a moment of distraction her hand knocked the jacket off the chair and she quickly bent to pick it up. In the shiny black high heels it was awkward and Leonora made a mess of what should have been a careful curtsy.

Bent over the chair she presented a white panty clad bottom framed by suspenders and black stocking tops. Straightening up she carried on the conversation unaware of the slip-up.

Listening to his advice she ************* twisted a button on the blouse loosening it another notch. She was still feeling hot. She looked down her nose at a silly little pet serving *****s as she helped herself to an ice-clinking glass from a silver tray.

She was enjoying herself. She again tightened her thighs rubbing them together, squeezing the lips of her pussy. This powerful man was beguiling. The room was hot and his serious commanding presence was doing something to her.

Unaware of the squirming motion Leonora gave no thought to the compunction that she must please a man. She continued to converse with utter disregard to her arousal and why she was there.

"You're an impressive young woman. You have a good understanding of the market but what other skills have you developed?" Kirk asked, with a disarming smile.

Leonora felt once again a self confidence as though she were in a business meeting with a client. With a smile she lifted a hand to proudly count off her achievements.

"In the last six months I've cut costs in purchasing by ten percent. I've learnt to relax my throat to take a penis, retrained my department for a new computer system, enjoy the taste of semen, rationalised stock holdings throughout the organisation, strengthened my vagina muscles for a firmer grip, become an asset to the company and a hot party pet," she said proudly.

"You have acquired some very interesting skills, I'm impressed," he told her.

Blanking out the lewd statements she invitingly suggested, "Perhaps you might consider making use of my skills, sir." It was as though she were touting for a position and felt disloyal to her present employer, even a little naughty.

"We should discus it in my office," he told her.

Although a little confused as to why he had an office here she followed anyway. The expansive leather topped desk was worn with countless papers having passed back and forth over the years.

"You have an important position in this company but your mistake has cost a great deal, far too much. I've brought you here to reprimand you, maybe even dismiss you," he warned her in a stern tone.

He looked her over pleased with the way the young woman resembled his haughty executive assistant. Jonathan had met his expectations exceedingly well. Jonathan's office was not up to standard but it would do.

Leonora felt terrible at having let him down so badly. A strong feeling of needing to atone for her wrong doing washed away doubts over what was happening. She just knew she held an important role in this man's organisation and was desperate to hold onto it.

"I'm so sorry, sir. I'll make it up to you I promise. I know I can't ever repay what I lost. Please, sir, don't let me go. I'll do anything you wish. I deserve to be punished for what I did," she rambled on unsure what to say.

She held an important position in the organisation and felt so lowly in this situation, grovelling before the boss. What could she do but submit to his demands to avoid dismissal.

"You are right you'll never be able to pay back the funds you lost through negligence," he said, warming to his theme. The beautiful young woman looked so contrite he almost felt sorry for her. She had him believing the fantasy play. At least his cock did as it stiffened in his trousers.

"You have behaved like a spoilt ***** rather than the responsible executive I expected you to be. Perhaps that is the solution. A punishment to fit the crime is in order. If you are to remain in this organisation something to remind you to behave properly is called for."

"Bend over the desk. You will remember a spanking young woman. It will bring you down a peg or two," he demanded.

"Oh, sir! I'm an important executive in your company. You can't expect me to..." she broke off unable to face the alternative, being thrown out with the loss of prestige she had worked so hard for.

With one hand on her back he pressed her nose down where she smelt the leather of the old desk.

"Lift your skirt up," he told her.

Scrambling with the hem she managed to lift it around her waist while balancing on the desk with her forehead. She reached across to grip the edge pulling her body taught over her boss's desk.

She was certainly learning humility. She felt so degraded, in her boss's office displaying her panties for a spanking. She was an important business woman being reduced to an errant school girl. She would never forget this but it was better than being fired.

Leonora felt him pull her panties down and let go of the desk. She bit back the protest reminding her self he was right, she needed to be punished for the wrong doing. 'At least I won't be fired,' she thought.

A slap to her rump brought out a stifled yelp. She gripped a hold of the desk again to prevent the dire need to leap up and run away. She felt his hard hand and heard the slap of her soft cheek, then the other cheek.

The *********** was difficult to withstand but some how she clung on. She just had to give in for a few moments of this dire punishment to save her position then all would return to normal.

Six in all left her bottom burning. She lay there unable to move in a state of shock.

"What's this young lady? Open your legs, wider," he demanded.

Would the torment never end? What *********** had she to forbear next?

"Your wet!" his voice was scathing in condemnation.

She didn't understand. A finger wiped between her legs revealing she was wet with arousal. Leonora hadn't realised but it was true, she had become hot from this humiliating punishment. She had let herself down yet again.

Her boss pushed his fingers under her nose to smell the evidence of her excitement. Without thinking she licked his fingers clean.

"You're not a decent lady you're a dirty little slut. What do you want now, slut? Tell me!" he demanded.

Leonora wanted to wake up from this nightmare dreading the words that were forming. "I want your cock, sir, please sir, fuck me, let me cum," the demeaning plea left her panting. On tiptoe she lifted her hips offering up her sex to him in a quest for fulfilment.

She knew she would do anything to feel the fullness inside she desperately needed. The baseness of that desire overtook her. She was no longer a respectable business woman but a wanton slut begging for cock. She knew it and despised herself but couldn't help it.

"Please sir, fill my cunt, and make me cum. I need it, please!" she moaned.

Leonora felt a tentative presence between the lips of her pussy and tried to push back on it. She needed to absorb his manhood into her body to feel it fill her aching hole. The need that had been building all evening was overwhelming.

He held off wanting to take full advantage of her in his fantasy game. Bent over the desk like that she resembled his assistant so well it was a dream coming true. "What are you?" he asked.

"I'm a dirty little slut, sir."

"What do you want?"

"I want your cock in my cunt, sir," she pleaded.

"Whose cunt is it now?" he asked.

"It's your cunt, sir. You own this hot cunt, sir. You can fuck it anytime you wish. Please sir, your little cunt needs your big strong cock now!" she cried out almost in pain from lust. So hot she was willing to do or say anything.

Leonora cried out feeling him spear her with a strong thrust driving deep into her vagina. She gripped it with muscles taught to please a man feeling the ripples of sensations on inner walls stimulated by every movement of his hardness.

She revelled in capturing every movement, every bounce of his balls against her thighs. She strained on tiptoe positioning herself to capture every inch. She thrust her hips back to take all of him inside not wanting to let go. Leonora was delirious in her pleasure, mixing the reality of her own office with this game she had been commanded to play.

It seemed to run and run with smaller and smaller little spurts of semen escaping into her. At last he had no more to give. He noticed her tremors guessing she was experiencing an orgasm as vital as his own.

On her knees she sucked him until he pushed her away. With her head down working away at him she could be mistaken for his self-important assistant. Always right, always efficient, always haughty yet so very desirable and unattainable. It was as though he had her at last. She was his slut now.

One last play and he would be finished with her. "At the end of each day you will attend me here in my office. As you said yourself you are my hot slut now, to fuck whenever and however I want. Do you understand?" he smiled.

"Yes sir. I am your hot slut ready to be fucked however and whenever you wish, sir," she said demurely with head bowed.

The bun in her hair had unravelled to fall down her shoulders and he wondered how sexy his assistant would look; dishevelled after a good seeing to. He seriously considered sending his assistant to Jonathan on some pretext. If Jonathan could reduce her to such a debased state, as he had this poor creature, he would pay handsomely.

"You are dismissed slut," he told her.

On leaving the office Leonora forgot all about being an important business woman and sped back to her room to change. Once dressed in another outfit she went to seek out her master for further instructions.

****

Sunday afternoon arrived with the chores of tidying up after the party completed. Jonathan once more took her to one side to reinforce the conditioning before sending her home.

Leonora sat very still wondering what Jonathan was about to do. She was aware of her condition though thankfully unaware of the details. Partly from the ******** but also she couldn't bring herself to delve too deeply into her sordid behaviour.

He had recognised she was resisting the ******** suggestion. Still under his influence she waited while he studied her trying to estimate how much control he still had.

To keep her confidence and remain focused she reminded herself why she was fighting him. A shudder ran up her spine thinking how she had been trained to perform like a pet.

Her mind and body had been twisted to satisfy a man, any man. The men he gave her to. As a party pet she would do whatever they asked, or else would volunteer to perform from a large list of tricks she had been taught by this dreadful man.

She was almost free of him and steeled herself for the next move. That she was this aware meant she had a chance.

***

In the aircraft she smiled to herself at having won her freedom. There were others caught in the same trap and as soon as she returned home she would help free them too. This vacation was desperately needed first.

A few weeks had been accrued and her boss had agreed to give her time off. After all it was a quiet time of the year and her secretary could fill in for her. She smiled to herself with a pleasurable feeling of being free; free of that monster and free of the pressures of work.

The tedious airport arrival procedures had been endured and the baggage retrieved. Seeing her name on a large piece of card was a surprise at first but the man smiled and took a hold of the luggage. He didn't speak English but it was obvious she just needed to follow him.

He guided her through the crowd of families re-uniting and tourists looking lost. A rear door was opened and she found herself climbing into an elegant Mercedes Benz.

Settling into the soft leather Leonora enjoyed the ride in a beautiful vintage motorcar seeing the sights of Istanbul. They arrived in a small courtyard by turning off a side street somewhere in the busy city. A nice relaxed feeling washed over her at the sight of the old fashioned elegant building.

She congratulated herself on finding such a splendid hideaway on the internet. She watched the chauffeur walk around the car to open a door and offer his arm as support.

She felt like a grand lady returning home after an evening at the opera. Flouncing up the ornate staircase curving around a large atrium she smiled with pleasure at the opulence of the decoration. She gave no thought as to why she didn't need to check in. It seemed the natural thing for this flunky to fetch her and carry the bags.

It was hot in her room where a large slow fan merely pushed the exhausted air around. She changed from the crumpled travel clothes with a mental note to arrange for them to be laundered. In the wardrobe she found a caftan and pulled it on. Giving a twirl she smiled thinking it was most appropriate here and already felt cooler.

A knock at the door surprised her. The man had returned beckoning for her to follow. It seemed the check-in routine had caught up with her. Leonora had always been one for rules and procedures and almost laughed at their laxity here.

They a paused at a set of impressive ornately carved double doors and he knocked. She heard a heavy masculine voice say, "Enter." The flunky opened the doors stepping back for her to enter a glittering opulent room.

The voice sounded rich and deep toned from a man she imagined to be large in stature as well as in personality. She had paused at the door when he again told her, "Enter," beckoning her forward with a hand stroking the warm night air.

This was not a check in desk or managers office. Hesitantly moving forward she regretted not changing into something more substantial despite the heat. If this was to be a tedious meet and greet she would make excuses and get back to her room for a much needed rest.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

He interrupted her thoughts, which again broke up before she could concentrate properly on what was happening. It was difficult to concentrate in this heat and she really did need to rest after the flight. It was difficult to understand what he meant.

She heard her voice answer as though it were someone else's. The words formed on her lips to flow as though taking on a life of their own, "I am here as your slave, my Lord."

The words brought a sudden clarity of thought, as distinct as her voice had been. A chill of fear ran through her body.

"Listen carefully to what I have to say. You are here to stay, it will be forever. There will be no turning back. Do you understand?" he asked.

He looked at her so intently she felt frozen; it seemed she would not be able to answer, yet eventually words again sounded in her ears like those of a stranger.

"I am here as your slave, my Lord. I shall obey your every command." She looked down at the floor before his feet. This was a familiar game played occasionally over the last few months.

"Have you learnt to please a man?" this was not so much a question but sounded like a statement needing a response.

"Yes, Master. I have studied hard to learn everything a man could possibly want. I will learn to use those skills for your absolute pleasure, Master. I have toned and shaped my body for you, my master." Leonora cooed. Her voice had a breathy lightness of enthusiasm and the feeling was catching a hold of her mind too.

Stepping out of the caftan she stood naked before the powerful man she willingly called master. He stood before her treading heavily on the garment that had been her only protection. She dropped her gaze to the floor in a show of subservience.

This must be a dream. It was a re-surfacing of memories from when she was a party girl. She felt hot and aroused by his presence. Perhaps too this was a way of coming to terms with what had happened to her.

A strong hand guided her down onto her knees and she automatically opened her mouth. A terrible thought surfaced that this automatic reaction, to submit and to become so aroused, would last for some time. Perhaps this was a warning form her subconscious to avoid situations that might bring on such a vulnerable state.

He lifted the long dark hair from around her neck and she wondered what he was doing. She knelt unresisting as he fitted a collar around her neck. Feeling the simple steel band snap into place she felt it was a potent and crushing token of ownership.

Bringing her breathing under control she managed to stem the panic. She told herself this was just a dream. There was no need to fight it but rather it would be better to learn from the experience.

A moment passed and she began to feel it was good to be owned, to belong somewhere, to have someone want her this much. She needed a break from responsibility so letting someone else make the decisions and take care of her felt good.

With little ceremony he lifted her head where his cock was already standing ready. It was in her face dominating her. Without hesitation she licked its length down to his balls then after a moment of attention, her lips greedily licked up its full length to suck on its swollen head. Sensing he was more than ready she swallowed it whole.

Working it hard she brought all the experience learnt over the last six months into practise.

On her knees she waited for him to recover from an orgasm that she had so expertly brought him to. When she had his attention she opened her mouth to show his seed had not been summarily dismissed. He nodded for her to swallow, which she did and enjoyed the feeling it sliding down her throat.